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nazario-sayeed · 5 years

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No one like you (Kamilah x MC)

Summary: Kamilah and Amy reunite after Paris- but Amy ends up saying more than she meant to.

Word count: Around 2000.

Author's note: I was talking with some friends that it would be fun to see Kamilah's reaction to the Paris threesome, so I thought: why not write it? I used the default name for my MC. English is not my first language, sorry if there are any mistakes. I wrote this quicker than I'm used to so it might be shitty it probably is.

Rating: I'm saying 18+ to be safe but there's nothing explicit.

Also, I listened to the song Stars Dance by Selena Gomez while writing this, so it's my suggestion for you guys.

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"We should probably get some rest now, and at dusk we leave to talk to Dracula" Kamilah said when they arrived at the hotel lobby, like it was the most casual thing in the world. "Lily and I already have rooms, but I'll check you in."

Amy placed a hand on Kamilah's shoulder before she could walk to the receptionist desk.

"Kamilah, maybe you could get only two more rooms? For Jax and Adrian, I mean. We could share, if that's okay with you." Amy suggested, shyly. Although they have been together for months now, they never really had the talk. They knew they cared deeply about each other, but had never put labels or boundaries on their relationship. Kamilah eyed her curiously and smirked, before placing a gentle hand on the other woman's cheek.

"Of course, Amy. I was already going to do that. I've missed you these past days" she leaned in and sweetly kissed her lips, making Amy tremble from head to toe, before walking away to book the rooms. Amy stared dumbfolded and a bit flushed as the vampire elegantly crossed the lobby. She still hadn't gotten used to the power Kamilah had over her- and over pretty much everything and everyone else. Kamilah could make her weak on her knees when she was being her normal self, stoic and determined, but Amy felt like she would melt into a puddle everytime the vampire showed her more tender side. The fact that a woman as amazing as Kamilah could feel this kind of affection towards her made her feel dizzy.

The two women went to the luxurious suite Kamilah got for them after saying goodbye to the rest of the group. As they walked in, Amy's jaw dropped to the floor.

"Woah… Kamilah, this room is incredible!" she said, taking in all the beauty of the place. Everything looked fancy and romantic, and Amy couldn't control her urge to throw herself in the huge bed. She honestly thought it was the most comfortable bed she had ever laid on.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, Amy" Kamilah smiled and opened a bottle of wine, pouring it into two glasses. She walked to the bed and sat next to the young woman who had a content smile on her face now, offering her the wine. Their fingers brushed against each other when Kamilah handed her the glass, and Amy felt a warm tingling sensation where they briefly touched. She let out an exhausted sigh.

"After everything that happened in Paris, I feel like this exactly what I need. This bed is so comfortable I can almost forget that less than a day ago I had to fight my way out of a bloodshed" she said, kind of joking, but it backfired. Her mind immediately filled with the images of that crazy night: the Order killing vampires and humans left and right, the strong smell of blood invading her senses, Serafine being dragged away like an animal... But the most traumatic memory of all was Adrian attacking the Order's soldiers like a beast, so changed and taken by fury that she could barely remember he was a person at that point. Something on her face must have given her away, because she felt Kamilah's hand on her arm.

"Are you okay, Amy?" the bloodkeeper still felt surprised when Kamilah used such a gentle tone with her. For the rest of the world, Kamilah was cold, intense, and closed off. But Amy had seen a part of her that she wouldn't show to everyone: a caring, warm and almost loving side.

"I'm trying to be." she took a long sip of her wine before continuing "It's just… One minute, I was having fun with Adrian and Jax on a private lounge and in the next the Order had invaded Serafine's club and it became pure chaos, you know? And not the good kind of chaos. I can't stop thinking about it" she let out in one breath, her voice shaky. Kamilah ran a hand up and down the other woman's arm trying to comfort her; it wasn't much, but Amy would always feel calmer when Kamilah touched her. Her touch was addictive and somehow magical.

"They're gonna pay, Amy. We'll make sure of that. Those people... They're way passed civility. What they've done it's unforgivable. Adrian's reaction was… extreme. But I do get it. In moments like that, it's easy to let the anger go over your head, it's easy to lose control." she said, and Amy could see in her face that was there was a lot on her mind. She looked hurt and angry for a few seconds, but soon her face changed, like she had just realized something. Kamilah turned to Amy with an eyebrow raised.

"You said you were having fun on a private lounge with Adrian and Jax? What were you doing there?" she asked. Oh shit. "Knowing you, I'd imagine you'd like to stay in the middle of the club taking everything in. I've been to Serafine's club before, I know how interesting things can get. And you are a very curious woman, Amy." she said, and Amy's face immediately turned red. Fuck. She didn't even notice she had mentioned the private area. Kamilah eyed her with interest, waiting for her answer.

"Oh… Uhh… We were, huh" she stumbled on her words. She didn't wanna lie to Kamilah. They weren't exclusive or anything, but telling her that she had a threesome with two others council members was an uncomfortable situation to say the very least. She was feeling suddenly shy and could feel her heartbeat quickening. When her eyes met Kamilah's, the vampire seemed almost amused. Like she knew what happened, but wanted Amy to say it. Amy blushed even harder.

"Things got pretty interesting at the lounge too" she admitted, looking down. Kamilah held back a chuckle.

"Really? How interesting?" she teased, smirking.

"Uh… I think you know, Kamilah." she said, avoiding her gaze. Kamilah smiled and put her fingers on Amy's chin, tilting it up so she could look into her eyes.

"Oh, I have an idea, yes. But please, do enlighten me." she told Amy, and the bloodkeeper knew it wasn't a suggestion. Kamilah's firm tone made her want to do everything and anything she told her to.

"We… uh... " she felt her face burning, but Kamilah didn't back down. Amy let out a long breath and blurted out the next words "We had sex, okay?"

Kamilah was enjoying herself way too much. She didn't really mind that Amy kept seeing other people. But she looked adorable all flushed and bothered, and Kamilah couldn't help herself. The fact that Kamilah could feel attracted to one person at all was pleasant enough, but monogamy seemed like a concept destined for failure when it came to humans- their lives were too short and they felt way too much.

"I thought so. Jax or Adrian?"

Amy looked at Kamilah thinking she was teasing, but the vampire seen legitimately curious. Shit. If she could possibly blush harder, she would've.

"Uh, actually… both." Amy admitted and buried her face in her hands, embarrassed. Kamilah's eyes went wild and her jaw fell open.

"Both?!" she couldn't hide the surprise in her voice. She cleared her throat, trying to disguise it. Amy sighed and cautiously removed her hands from her face, looking at Kamilah. Her face was emotionless once again.

"Yeah… I guess we got carried away. The ambience was very suggestive, we had a couple of drinks..." Amy trailed off, trying to explain herself. Kamilah didn't respond so she went on "Are you mad? You know how much I care about you, and we never really said anything about being exclusive, but I don't know what you're thin-"

"No" Kamilah cut her off. Her voice sounded a little more harsh than she wanted. She reached out a place a hand on Amy's, giving it a little squeeze and speaking again, with a more delicate tone "I'm not mad, Amy. I think it's charming that your heart- and apparently other parts of you as well- are open to more than one person." Amy felt herself blushing again but Kamilah was smiling. The vampire pulled Amy to her, and they laid back together on the pillows, Kamilah's arms wrapped around Amy. "I know how limited most humans can be when it comes to relationships and monogamy. But when you've lived as long as I have, you tend to think jealousy is a frivolous emotion."

"What about you, Kamilah?"

"What about me?"

"Are you also open for other people?" she asked tentatively. She wouldn't mind if Kamilah said yes, but she was kinda hoping she wouldn't. Amy had feelings for Adrian and Jax, yes, but what she felt for Kamilah was completely different. It was so intense, so passionate, so unique. She had fun with the boys and she cared about them, but Kamilah held a special place deep in her heart. If she wanted Amy to stop seeing them, the bloodkeeper would do it in a heartbeat.

"Amy, before you I didn't even know there was still a place for romantic feelings in my life. I thought I had grown out of it. But then you came along and reminded me of what's like to care about someone. I hadn't felt attracted to someone for a long time. Until I met you. You are... something else." Kamilah said tenderly, and kissed the top of her head.

"So… that means you don't have anyone else?" Amy asked, just to be sure, and Kamilah chuckled.

"No, Amy, I don't have anyone else." she confirmed, and then tilted the other woman's head so their eyes met. Amy felt a chill run through her body; Kamilah's gaze was intense, and so was her voice "And even though I don't mind that you are also dating Adrian and Jax, you know I could make you forget both of them in a second, don't you?"

Amy felt hypnotized. The feeling of Kamilah's fingertip on her chin was too much and not enough at all, at the same time. Amy's breath got caught in her throat and her heart started to beat faster inside her chest. She couldn't force her mind to form words; and before the young woman could even blink, Kamilah straddled her hips and gently pushed the collar of Amy's shirt down and placed a kiss on her neck, making her gasp. She moved her mouth to whisper on her ear "And I know that neither of them come even close to me."

Kamilah placed a hand inside one of Amy's thigh, moving it up so they were under her skirt and dangerously close to where Amy wanted her the most. Amy tried to move so she could feel any kind of contact, but Kamilah kept her still with ease. The vampire moved her face so her crimson red eyes were looking directly into Amy's brown ones.

"Kamilah, please..." Amy whispered, dignity nowhere to be found. Kamilah had barely touched her and she was already at her mercy.

"Please what, Amy?" she whispered above Amy's mouth, with a firm tone. Their lips were inches apart.

"Please, touch me" Amy begged, desperate to feel what only Kamilah could give her.

"Good girl" Kamilah smirked before leaning down to hungrily kiss her. She let her hand move to between Amy's leg, making her moan into the vampire's mouth and melt into her touch.

It didn't take look until Amy was screaming Kamilah's name, overtaken with pleasure and lost in Kamilah's spell. She used her hands and mouth to remind Amy that no one else could make her feel like she did.

Many hours later, Amy felt worn out. Her legs were shaking and she felt like she wouldn't be able to walk for at least a week. She was panting, flushed and breathless by Kamilah's side. The vampire had a content smirk on her face, but she had barely broken a sweat- and it was more than enough to turn Amy into a euphoric mess.

Her heart was pounding inside her chest and she couldn't bring herself to form a coherent sentence. But there was one thing on her mind: Jax and Adrian who?

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omgjasminesimone · 5 years

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Tequila Sunrise Part II

Previous Part: Part I

Next Part: Part III

Logan x MC

Author’s Note: Part II! Thanks for the warm reception to this story. Hope you guys like this part too, and let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list for future parts!

Summary: 10 years have passed since Logan and Ellie last saw each other. But fate has brought them back together in Mexico.

Word Count: 1710

Ellie wakes up with a pounding headache, and the need to empty her bladder after all the alcohol she had consumed earlier in the evening. She throws off the thin cover, which was unnecessary in the Mexican heat, and stumbles to where she assumes the bathroom is. She’s so focused on finding a bathroom that she doesn’t immediately worry about where she is or why she just woke up in an unfamiliar bed.

After using the restroom and washing her hands, she sleepily shuffles back into the bed. Ellie is just starting to doze off when the events of the night flood back to her. Dinner with Riya and her good friends from Langston, them desperately trying to cheer her up. Arriving at the bar, dancing with a handsome Matt Rodriguez look-a-like, drinking so many Tequila Sunsets that she lost track of exactly how many she consumed, Logan…. Her eyes shoot open and she sits up in the bed. Logan.

She’s in Logan’s house. In Logan’s bed. She looks around the small room, Logan is nowhere in sight. She does spot a glass of water and what looks like the Mexican equivalent of Advil on the nightstand. She smiles, isn’t he thoughtful.

She swallows the pills and drinks the water, immediately feeling better. She’s relieved she still has her wristlet, with her phone and all her money. She checks the time on her phone, 2:30 AM. There are several worried texts from her friends, and she quickly responds to let them know she’s fine, and she’ll see them at brunch in the morning. She tosses her things onto the nightstand, standing from the bed and stretching.

She’s still in her tight sequined gold clubbing dress. Logan obviously didn’t feel comfortable changing her into something more sleep appropriate, although he had removed her heels and left them near the nightstand. She manages to get the zipper after some difficulty, allowing the dress to fall to the floor. She rifles through his dresser, throwing on one of his plain white t shirts. She goes back into his bathroom to scrub her now smudged makeup from her face. She scrutinizes her bare faced look in the mirror. Being cheated on has really messed with her confidence. She decides she looks fine. Besides, she remembers waking up in Logan’s arms for the first time after leaving her Dad’s and him telling her that she looked beautiful with no make-up, that she didn’t need it.

She leaves the bedroom and finds herself in an under-furnished living room, a small kitchen past a half wall to her right. She checks the couch, but Logan isn’t there either. She frowns, giving the room another once over to make sure she hasn’t overlooked him.

She walks outside to the porch, surprised to see it’s literally right on the beach. She wonders if this hut was expensive as she leans on the wood railing and watches the waves crash for a moment. She finally finds Logan when he lets out a soft snore behind her. He’s asleep in a hammock, swaying softly in the night breeze.

He looks so relaxed when he sleeps. Normally, there’s a hard edge to him beneath his charm. An edge that probably comes from the time spent bouncing between foster homes, looking out for himself from a young age, being dealt a shitty hand in life and always expecting something bad to be right around the corner during any moment of fleeting happiness. But right now, he just looks so peaceful. She gently combs her fingers through his hair, pushing stray stands out of his face. Ellie is surprised by the tears welling up in her eyes. But God, she’s missed him.

The first few months after he left were the hardest. It took her awhile to realize that he really wasn’t going to come looking for her, even though he told her he wouldn’t, that he couldn’t. Eventually she started dating, but she compared everyone to him and they never lived up. Eventually, she had realized she was just going to have to settle, that she’d never have who she really wanted. But fate had brought them back together. What were the chances that they would end up in the same shitty bar in Mexico at the same time? That had to mean something. Even he couldn’t think they really were supposed to stay apart after this.

She carefully climbs into the hammock with him, trying not to roll them both onto the floor. Logan stirs as she jostles him. She curls into his side, resting her head on his chest. He stiffens for a moment, seeming like he’s at war with himself. Eventually, he gives in and curls one arm around her. “How do you feel?” He asks.

“Hungover. My alcohol tolerance is clearly way down from my college days.”

He laughs. “Those girly drinks are dangerous. You should stick to the hard stuff.”

“Why are you out here? We could have shared the bed.” She suggests.

“I don’t think that would have been a very good idea. You were really handsy. And really drunk. But despite all your very explicit talk about what we’d be doing when we got here on the way home, you passed out almost immediately once your head hit the pillow.” He teases.

Ellie can’t help but blush as she vaguely remembers some of the things she had said. “Well, the night is still young.” She responds, running her hand up his thigh sensually.

She feels him gulp and he stops her hand before she can reach her destination. “Ellie, we shouldn’t.” He chokes out.

Ellie sits up in the hammock, irritated with him now. “Why Logan? Why are you fighting this? What were the chances we were ever going to see each other again after everything that happened in LA? Don’t you think that means something?”

“Ellie-“ He tries to interject, but she interrupts.

“I mean, I was just really starting to come to terms with never seeing you again. After ten years, I guess I realized you really weren’t coming back for me. Maybe it didn’t mean as much to you as it did to me. Because I would have found you, if the circumstances were reversed. I mean, I don’t even know your last name. But you could have easily looked me up at any time, whenever you wanted to. But you just didn’t. You didn’t care. You must not have hurt like I did.” She furiously wipes her eyes, making to stand from the hammock.

Logan grips her wrist, keeping her in place. “That’s really what you think? That I stayed away because I don’t care about you?”

She refuses to answer, tugging on her wrist to free herself but he doesn’t release her. “Let go Logan.” She says.

He doesn’t. “I stayed away as long as I did because I love you.”

He said love, not loved, she notes, raising her watery eyes to look at him. He releases her wrist, using his now free hand to wipe the tears that have started to fall from her eyes.

“And I did come back for you. Once.” He admits.

Her eyes widen in shock as he continues. “When you graduated from Langston, I was there. After LA, I went to Miami, then Ohio, then Arizona, and then Dallas, but the FBI wasn’t giving up. They kept getting closer, asking my neighbors questions. I realized I had to leave the country. I knew you were about to graduate. I…I wanted to see if you would come with me. I knew it was selfish, and stupid, but I guess I jut figured that since you got to go to Langston like you always wanted….” He gently pulls her to his chest, running a hand through her hair. “maybe it was my turn to finally have what I wanted.”

“You were at my graduation? Why didn’t you come talk to me?” Ellie questions, hugging him back, trying to comfort him.

“I was going to. I brought flowers, I had two tickets to Australia, I’d already started looking up jobs in your field in Sydney. But then I saw you, with your Dad, and your friends, celebrating. You looked so happy Ellie.” He pauses, absentmindedly tracing spirals on her bare thigh with the hand that’s not in her hair. “And there was a guy with you. Your boyfriend, I concluded when you kissed him.” Ellie thinks back to her college boyfriend, Grant. She had thought they were serious, but he ended up breaking up with her a week after graduation.

Logan continues. “I used to check your social media pages periodically, before you deleted them all basically right after that actually. I hadn’t seen anything about a boyfriend. I wasn’t expecting it. And I know I told you that you would, and should, love someone else, but it still hurt. And I realized that I was right back then. That I had to never see you again because you deserve so much better than me and this life.”

Ellie shakes her head. “You don’t get to decide what I deserve Logan.” She gently pushes him back into a reclined position in the hammock, maneuvering so she’s lying on top of him. The hammock sways slightly as their lips connect.

The kiss is hungry, ten years of longing poured into it. He cups her cheek, angling his head to deepen the kiss. He pulls away, but barely. Her eyes have closed, hands fisting in his shirt, and she feels him smile against her lips. “You taste like Tequila Sunrise.” He mumbles, before kissing her again.

As their kisses become more heated and hands start to wander under clothing, they lean too far to the left and almost topple the hammock. Logan manages to correct them by rolling her off of him and onto her right side. The hammock swings precariously, but they stay upright.

Ellie hops off of the hammock, offering Logan a hand to help him up. “Let’s take this inside.” She suggests.

Logan smirks. “Am I getting all those explicit things you promised me?”

She tugs him toward his bedroom. “Only if you’re good.”

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walkerismychoice · 6 years

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What’s Meant to Be - Part 2 (Liam X MC)

Book: The Royal Romance

Summary: Riley has realized a little too late she shouldn’t marry Maxwell. She seeks advice from a trusted friend before having the hardest conversation of her life.

Authors Note: This was going to be part 2 of 2, but it is now part 2 of 3. It started to get long, and I felt the need to break here and focus on the good stuff in the last part.

Rating: PG-13

Tag List: Tagging people who requested a part 2/asked to be tagged

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Word Count: 1810

What's Meant to Be - Part 1 (NSFW)

Riley was a mess. She knew had to talk to him. He was the only person who could help her see this objectively. She practically ran down the palace hallways, barefoot and clad only in her silk robe, to get there before she broke down. She knocked on his door praying he would answer and let her in before one of the palace guards came by to check out the commotion. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest and tears starting to well in her eyes.

“Come on, please open the door,” she muttered under hear breath. She was just about to give up and run who knows where when the door opened.

“Brooks, what the hell are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be getting your beauty sleep? And why aren’t you dressed?” Drake was wearing pajama shorts, his eyes heavy with sleep. He looked her up and down and stopped on her face, probably noticing the look of despair. “Never mind, just come in and we can talk about it.” He stepped aside and motioned for her to enter. Riley sat on the bed and Drake sat down with a respectable distance between them. “So, do you feel like telling me what’s going on? I assume you need something if you are here at this hour, the night before your wedding, talking to me instead of your fiance. Did Maxwell do something to you?”

Riley shook her head no and burst into tears, letting it all pour out. “It’s not him,” she let out between sobs. “It’s me. I’m a terrible person.”

Drake tentatively wrapped his arms around her. “No matter what happened, I know that’s not true.” Riley inched closer and buried her head in his chest and the tears poured out even faster. Drake tightened his embrace, his touch absorbing at least a bit of her pain.” Take your time. I’m not going anywhere.”

Riley remained motionless until she could speak coherently again. She sat up and wiped the tears away with the back of her hand. “I thought I could do it Drake. I thought I wanted to. I told myself I was over Liam and that Maxwell would make me happier, but I don’t know if that’s true anymore.”

“Oh...the timing is pretty shitty, isn’t it?...I’m sorry, that’s not what I meant-”

“No, you’re right,” Riley interjected. “You’d think I could have realized this before now, but then I slept with Liam...” It slipped out before she had a chance to think about it.

“Yeah, he, uh told me about that.” Drake ran a hand through his hair. “Turns out he’s not over you either. Not even a little.”

“Shit.” Riley sighed deeply. She should have been happy that Liam returned her feelings, but it only made her feel guiltier. “I thought I needed to be with him one last time just to get it out of my system. To prove that any lingering feelings were purely physical, but it’s so much deeper than that. I shouldn’t have done it. I should have known better.”

“You can’t beat yourself up over it, Brooks. Liam told me Maxwell gave you permission. There was obviously a reason both of you allowed it to happen.”

“We never discussed specifically who I would be sleeping with, but yeah, he knew it would be Liam. Maxwell has been so insecure about it since, and I thought it was all on him, but now I realize it was me. He knew my heart wasn’t one hundred percent in it, I think even before I did...But Maxwell is a wonderful man. He deserves the world. If Liam wasn’t in the picture, I’d happily marry Maxwell...” Riley trailed off thinking about all the what-ifs.

“But Liam is in the picture.” Drake finished the sentence for her. “I’m not going to tell you what to do, but I don’t think you should marry Maxwell tomorrow. You, him, Liam...you’ll all end up miserable.”

“But how can I break it off with Maxwell? The whole country is expecting us to get married tomorrow. I just want to run away back to New York and hide. I don’t know if I’m strong enough for this.”

“Brooks, you’re the strongest woman I know. You came here on your own and won over just about everyone you’ve met. You faced assassins coming for your head, and helped save my life when I got shot. You are a duchess now, you can’t just leave. People are counting on you...But I know this has all happened so fast. You have to do what you need to do.”

“Ugh, Drake, why do you always have to be so logical about things?”

“Heh,” Drake chuckled. “I’m guessing that’s why you came to me with this before anyone else, isn’t it?”

“I needed someone who wouldn’t just tell me what I want to hear.”

“I’ve heard brutal honesty is one of my charms.” Drake laughed and Riley followed. “It’s good to see you smile, even just a little.”

“You’ve been such a good friend to me Drake.”

“Just returning the favor, Brooks. Maxwell and I have become closer, in part due to you. But Liam is like my brother, and knowing the two of you like I do, you belong together.”

“We truly are meant to be together, aren’t we?” Riley asked rhetorically.

“No use fighting fate. Not trying to get rid of you so soon, but I suppose you probably need to talk to Maxwell sooner rather than later. You want me to walk you back?”

“Thanks Drake, but I think I need to do this on my own. I promise I won’t run directly to the airport.” Riley squeezed her arms around Drake before getting up to leave.

“Good luck Brooks. I’ll be here if you need me.”

Riley walked back to Maxwell’s room much slower than when she left, her anxiety increasing with each step. She fought the urge to make the turn to her room and deal with everything in the morning. She opened the door with hesitation, not sure what to expect from Maxwell when he saw her. He nerves were temporarily calmed when she saw him sleeping. Maybe she could write him a note and leave it on his pillow. No, that would be too cold and cowardly. She felt like she wanted to vomit as she crept closer to wake him. Her hand hovered over his shoulder, trying to prolong the pain as long as possible, but there wasn’t time to waste. She shook his shoulder and called his name. “Maxwell, Maxwell!”

“Wha- oh, Riley. You’re back.” He wore his ever present smile, but it quickly faded as he focused on her. “You look worse than when you left. Have you been crying?”

“Maxwell, we need to talk."

Maxwell sat up in the bed and Riley climbed in next to him. "Okay...I'm not psychic, but I'm guessing this isn't a good talk."

Riley clasped her hands around his. "Maxwell, you know I've appreciated how you've always been there for me. When Liam chose Madeleine at the coronation, you were there to pick up the pieces. I think...um...god, I don't know how to say this. I think, maybe I was confused. I needed someone, and you were there. I thought it was love but..."

"You never actually loved me." Maxwell finished her thought, his voice flat and his expression stoic. "Not in the way I loved you."

Riley felt her eyes welling up once again, but she tried to hold back. She didn't want Maxwell to think she was looking for sympathy when she didn’t deserve it. "I'm so, so, sorry Maxwell, but I can't go through with the wedding. It just wouldn't be right. I do love you, but what you said is true. It's not the way you deserve to be loved."

"I see...Well then, I think you should go and we can deal with the mess in the morning." His demeanor was unchanged.

Riley wasn't certain what she expected. Crying? Pleading? Yelling? Instead she got nothing. No emotion whatsoever. Maxwell who was always charismatic and wore his heart on his sleeve, had shut down completely. She didn't want to push him, but she couldn't leave him utterly broken. "Maxwell, is that really all you have to say? Please, say something. Tell me what an awful person I am-"

"You want me to get upset and let it all out just so you feel better?" Maxwell snapped at her. “I’m sorry, but can you blame me if I don’t want to talk to you about it with you right now?”

Maxwell showed more anger just now than she had ever seen from him, which was oddly comforting. Maxwell had a point. She did want to know that he would be okay, but she couldn’t help that it was partially for selfish reasons because this was her fault. She wanted to absolve herself of some of the guilt, but it wasn’t on Maxwell to do it for her. "Okay, I'll go. We should both get some sleep so we can handle this tomorrow. Riley turned and the tears immediately fell once more. She tried remain silent but the movements of her heaving sobs gave her away.

"Riley, wait..." Maxwell called after her. "I want to hate you right now, but I don't...I can't. I pushed you towards Liam because I was worried your heart was still with him. I can't let you take all the blame for this. Maybe if Liam weren't a factor it would be different...but I can't fault you for following your heart, especially when I helped lead you in that direction." Maxwell motioned for Riley sit down next to him and he enveloped her in his arms. She heard Maxwell sniffle and she looked up to see his eyes glistening. Upon seeing her, he finally let the dam break. They held each other close as the minute after minute passed.

"I don't deserve you Maxwell."

"But you do. You are an amazing woman, and before your were my fiance, you were my best friend. I can't say we will get back to that as soon as tomorrow, but I still want you in my life - if you'll have me."

"Of course Maxwell. At the heart of this, you were always my best friend. I'll give you all the time and space you need, but when you are ready, I'll be here."

"I really should go this time." Riley pulled out of his hold. "See you in the morning and we can sort all this out."

"Yeah, see you," Maxwell said with a weak smile. "Goodnight, Riley."

She was drained both physically and mentally. She should have just gone to back to her room to sleep, but her night wasn't over yet. There was one more person she needed to see.

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lolablackwrites · 5 years

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Writer’s Retreat, Part 20 - MC, Kaitlyn, RCD MC

Summary: MC (Charlotte) goes out to breakfast with Kaitlyn and their friend, Frankie, where surprising announcements are made.

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A couple of days later, Charlotte was rudely awoken by her blaring cell phone. Zig grunted at the sudden noise as Charlotte groped blindly on her nightstand for her phone. She quickly hit the button on the side to silence the alarm and squinted at her screen.

Breakfast with my favorite sister!

“Is everything okay?” Zig mumbled, rolling over to wrap his arm around her waist. Charlotte sighed and put down her phone.

“Yeah, sorry. Apparently Kaitlyn decided I’m having breakfast with her this morning and programmed an alarm on my phone,” Charlotte said as she put her phone face down on the nightstand.

“But it’s so comfy in here,” he murmured, pulling her tight against him as he kissed her neck.

“Trust me, I’d rather stay here, but if I don’t get up, Kaitlyn is liable to burst in here. And believe me, she is loud when she doesn’t get what she wants.”

“Your sister is always loud,” Zig said, his face buried in her hair, as Charlotte’s phone chirped loudly with an incoming text message.

“You’re not wrong,” she said with a laugh as she reached for her phone.

I know he’s hot, but get the fuck out of bed and come meet me.

As she was reading the text, a second one chimed.

Please call me when you get a chance, I’m off work all day.

It took Charlotte a moment to register who the second text was from. Shit. She’d wanted to respond to Chris’s last text message, but she hadn’t known what to say. Now she was officially ghosting him and she hated it. She sat up, her fingers hovering over the screen, before she finally typed out a message.

I’m about to meet my sister but I could maybe call later.

His reply came immediately.

Sounds good, no rush

Charlotte put down her phone, heart pounding. She had no idea what she was going to say to Chris, but she knew she couldn’t avoid this conversation forever. Or rather, she guessed she could, but she was trying to be less of a shitty person since breaking up with James.

“I don’t mean to sound like a jerk, but do I have to go to breakfast?” Zig asked sleepily. Charlotte smiled down at him fondly as he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed a patch of bare skin on her hip.

“Nope,” she said, scooting over so she could lie down beside him again. “You’re driving back to Maine today, you need your rest.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, already starting to drift off again. Charlotte kissed his cheek and he tilted her lips to his, kissing her sleepily.

“Yes, go back to bed. I’ll be back in a bit and then we can spend your last day here however you want.”

“Oh, I know how I want to spend it,” he said with a smirk, eyes still closed, as he let his hand drift down her side to her leg, pulling it over his hip.

“I thought you were tired,” she laughed.

“Oh god, I am,” Zig said, letting his body go slack against the bed. The night before, they’d spent a night out bar hopping and they’d stayed out so late they’d closed the bars. And when they got home . . . well, Zig had reason to be tired today.

“I’ll see you later,” Charlotte said. “But when I get back, I expect you to have taken these off,” she said, tugging at the ties on her purple pajama pants he wore.

“I promise,” he mumbled.

“Why did you insist on meeting so early?” Charlotte asked when she arrived at the bistro and collapsed into a chair next to her sister.

“8 AM isn’t early if you go to bed at a reasonable hour,” Kaitlyn said, raising an eyebrow at her. “Although, judging by that hickey on your neck, I have a feeling you stayed up a little too late.”

Charlotte shrugged. “Worth it.”

“By the way, Frankie’s meeting us here,” Kaitlyn said as she signaled to the server for a cup of coffee for Charlotte. “She said she had something she wanted to tell us.”

“She finally needs help moving a body?”

“Oh, please,” Kaitlyn scoffed. “Frankie doesn’t need help hiding her bodies.”

As if on cue, Frankie came rushing in and sat down at the table. “Hey, twins, sorry I’m late.”

“She only got here a minute ago,” Kaitlyn said, hiking her thumb at Charlotte.

“Hey, in my defense, I didn’t know we were meeting until my alarm went off this morning,” Charlotte protested, narrowing her eyes at her sister.

“Yeah, I stole your phone last night and programmed an alarm while you were playing pool with Zig,” Kaitlyn said nonchalantly.

“Speaking of,” Frankie said, leaning across the table. “Spill. Immediately.”

“Spill what?” Charlotte asked innocently. “Ow!” she yelped as Frankie kicked her lightly in the shin.

“You know what,” Frankie said. “Last I talked to you, you were still in Maine because James hid you up there.” Charlotte grimaced but didn’t disagree. “And suddenly, you’re back early with this gorgeous man attached to your face and Kaitlyn tells me there’s another one?”

“You should see the other one,” Kaitlyn said as she took a sip of her water. “He looks like he fell out of a Ralph Lauren catalogue.”

Charlotte sighed, knowing there was no way she was going to get out of this. After they ordered their food, Charlotte relayed the whole story to Frankie, starting with her first day in Maine and ending with Zig on her doorstep.

“Oh my god,” Frankie said, enthralled by Charlotte’s story. “So, now what?”

“I . . . I don’t know,” Charlotte admitted. “Zig offered to transfer somewhere closer to me, but I can’t let him do that, we barely know each other.”

“So?” Kaitlyn asked. “If you know, you know.”

“That’s just it, I don’t know if I do know,” Charlotte countered.

“Look, I’m not going to pressure you one way or the other, but . . . I mean, Zig came to Boston. And I like Chris a lot, but you haven’t heard anything from him since you left Maine.”

Charlotte squirmed a little in her seat.

“OH MY GOD!” Kaitlyn shouted, drawing the stares of other patrons in the restaurant. Charlotte felt her face flame.

“Jesus, Kaitlyn, we’re sitting right here,” Frankie said.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Kaitlyn hissed at Charlotte, lowering her voice to a loud stage whisper that still gave the rest of the bistro a clear audio on their conversation. “When did you hear from him?”

“About a week ago,” Charlotte said. Kaitlyn snatched her phone away before Charlotte could stop her.

“And this morning, apparently,” Kaitlyn said, deftly unlocking her sister’s phone and scrolling through her texts. “You’re going to call him later?”

“I think so. I don’t know,” Charlotte said.

“Doesn’t this say something?” Frankie asked, keeping her voice low in an effort to get the rest of the tables to stop listening to their conversation. “You’ve been spending the last few days here with Zig but you’re not responding to Chris. It sounds like you’ve made a choice.”

“I don’t deserve either of them!” Charlotte exclaimed. “I just spent the last year as James’s mistress; that hardly qualifies me to be a decent girlfriend to anyone.”

“Charlie, I swear to god, you have to stop talking like that or I’m literally going to chuck this glass of water if your goddamn face,” Frankie said. Charlotte recognized that look; Frankie wasn’t kidding. “Relationships are complicated. Shit happens. Just because you made a mistake--”

“For a year,” Charlotte interjected, but Frankie ignored her.

“--doesn’t mean you have to punish yourself for the rest of your life,” she continued. “You, my friend, deserve to be happy.”

Charlotte felt tears prickle at the corners of her eyes but she swallowed hard, pushing away the knot in her throat. She glanced over at Kaitlyn, who had gone oddly quiet.

“Twin, what do you want?” Kaitlyn asked.

“I . . . I don’t know,” Charlotte said. “And I hate constantly saying that I don’t know, but it’s true.” She paused. “You know, in my book, Ana just chooses to be alone.”

“Yeah, I read it,” Kaitlyn said with a dismissive wave of her hand. “And if I thought you actually wanted to be alone, I’d let this go. But I really don’t think you do. I think you know who you want to be with, but you’re afraid.”

“And what, exactly, am I afraid of?” Charlotte asked, narrowing her eyes at her sister.

“You’re afraid he doesn’t want you back. Which is stupid, because he obviously does.”

“Okay, I’ve had enough,” Charlotte said. “We’re not even here to talk about me. I thought Frankie had some big announcement.”

“Hey, don’t look at me, I’m happy to keep analyzing your life instead,” Frankie said with a grin. Charlotte balled up a napkin and threw it at her, which Frankie caught with a laugh. “Okay, fine, you get a break for a minute. But only a minute,” she warned, holding up a finger.

“Ugh, fine,” Charlotte huffed with an exaggerated sigh, thankful to have the spotlight off of her, no matter how briefly.

“Well, you’re right, I do have news,” Frankie said, sitting up a little in her seat. “So, you guys know that I’ve been trying to find a tattoo shop that will take me on as an apprentice.” Both sisters nodded. “Well . . . I found one.”

“That’s amazing!” the twins chorused. “Which one?” Charlotte added.

“That’s the thing . . . it’s in New York.”

Charlotte and Kaitlyn stared at her, dumbfounded.

“WHAT?” Kaitlyn shouted.

“Jesus Christ, Kaitlyn, you have to stop doing that,” Frankie hissed at her as several heads in the restaurant turned towards them again.

“You couldn’t find a shop in Boston?” Charlotte asked, disappointment flooding her chest at the idea of one of her best friends moving away.

“I can, but this one is really special. There’s this one artist I’ve idolized for years, Thomas Hunt, and he’s the one who agreed to take me on.”

“Is he the one that did that really amazing Sid and Nancy tattoo you showed me?” Kaitlyn asked, trying to remember.

“That’s the one,” Frankie said happily, straightening up a little in her chair. “I was up there a few weeks ago visiting a friend and I just went by the shop one day. I don’t know what got into me, but I went into his shop and asked to speak to him.”

“Actually, that sounds exactly like something you would do,” Kaitlyn interrupted, raising a teasing eyebrow. Frankie rolled her eyes, but she smiled.

“Okay, maybe it is. Anyway, he was not thrilled to have me just walk in, but for some reason he agreed to look at my artwork. It felt like he looked at it forever without saying anything, and then he told me he’d be willing to teach me.”

“Frankie, that’s huge!” Charlotte exclaimed. “I mean, I’m really bummed you’re moving, but this sounds incredible,”

“Thanks,” she said, unable to suppress a huge grin. “It really is.”

“We’re happy for you,” Kaitlyn assured her. “We’re just selfish bitches you want to keep you all to ourselves.”

“And, hey, New York isn’t that far away,” Frankie pointed out. “If Zig can drive all the way down from Maine, you guys can certainly come up to New York and vice versa.”

Charlotte rolled her eyes good naturedly. “Just when I think I’m getting a break . . .”

“I have something I want to talk to you about.”

Charlotte looked over at her sister. Kaitlyn had been uncharacteristically quiet on their subway trip home until that moment. “What is it?”

“Well,” Kaitlyn started, then hesitated. “If you’re not okay with this, then just say the word, it’s fine. You really don’t have to.”

“Why don’t you tell me what you want before answering for me?”

Kaitlyn took a deep breath. “I want to ask Annisa to move in.”

Charlotte stared at her twin, a slow smile creeping across her face. “Really?”

“Okay, stop, don’t get all weird about it,” Kaitlyn said, looking away quickly.

“I’m not getting weird about it,” Charlotte said. “Twin, this is exciting!”

“Really?”

“Don’t you think it’s exciting?”

Kaitlyn smiled a little. “Yeah, I do.”

“What changed? When you visited me earlier this summer, you weren’t into it at all.”

“I don’t know,” Kaitlyn said. “But a couple weeks ago, she stayed over and when I woke up in the morning, I saw her sleeping next to me and I realized that this is what I want. Her and me, every day.”

“Oh my god, twin, you’re going to make me cry,” Charlotte said as happy tears threatened to spill down her face.

“Okay, can we not right now?” Kaitlyn asked as she looked around the subway car. “People are staring.”

“Oh, so now you care if people are staring?”

Part 21

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muselin · 6 years

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Fixation

Scorpio/MC Rating: E (xplicit) Prompt by: @dopeassjaqjack "A story where a god becomes infatuated with the MC and begins to stalk her and watch her for months. Can be smutty and the ending can be a surprise". If it "can" be smutty, in my dictionary it means that it "will" be so. 😈

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Another filthy human. Another wretched creature. Too bad she was so pretty. I was in a shitty mood today and I was doling out punishments without giving a flying fuck. Humans disgusted me. Liars, cheaters, thieves and murderers. Sinners. I sneered at the concept. A vague memory of my human life flashed in my mind.

“You shalt not covet”.

“Tch.. Not covet, but murder is somehow fucking fine, in certain circumstances”, I mumbled to myself. I stood over the reflecting pool watching another lowly thief give over to sin. The thief I was watching was a beautiful young woman. Too bad she was as wretched as all the rest of ‘em.

I watched her stand nervously in that store. It seemed to be a store that sold binoculars and telescopes. I watched her hands tremble as she was about to switch the price tags of an expensive sophisticated model and a hobbyists’ beginner one. She looked around, making sure no one would see her. Ironic, since we gods saw everything. I watched her switch the tags then walk up to the register. The cashier was extremely bored-looking and didn’t notice the switched price at all. It was a blameless crime, really, but it was a crime nonetheless. Not theft but deception. And I fucking hated liars.

I watched her walk out with the telescope in the box and get on the subway. As the train moved, I decided in my head what punishment I should give her. I planned to have the store she stole from review security footage and contact the police. She would take the telescope home, believing she’d gotten away with it, only to get home to be arrested. I waited for the right time so that I’d get the police at her house just as she arrived.

I waited with my hand raised, ready to snap my fingers as I watched her get off the train. But suddenly she dropped the box and raced towards the other end of the platform. The telescope parts spilled out of it, the lens rolling out and smashing to pieces. I was puzzled. I followed her gaze to a man standing on the edge of the platform. He was bent forward, his body shaking. There was a passing train coming from that direction and it was not going to stop at that station. I soon grasped that the man planned to jump and end his life as the train crushed him, but as fate had it, my plans today were not the only ones about to be derailed.

She ran desperately, shouting as tears glistened in her eyes and spilled out. She threw herself towards the man, grabbing him by the elbows and throwing herself backwards, taking the man down with her and away from the edge. The train howled past, leaving bystanders aghast and I, too, stood frozen in the Heavens above, with my hand still raised as if to snap my fingers. As she frantically talked to the man the station crew were making their way towards her. They led the man away, talking to him gently, while she was led in a different direction where she was thanked. Yet all she asked was whether the man was alright. She stayed at the station a little while longer while she gave a statement to the police there, after which she went on her way home.

The telescope lay in pieces, forgotten on the platform. I finally lowered my hand.

Her face, beautiful, tear-streaked and desperate all at once, was burned into my mind. I knew her name and I knew that she had never been on our lists before. She wasn’t a sinner. She wasn’t even a proper thief. It had been a long time, far too long since I’d been surprised like that by a human. In my days as a Punishment god I hadn’t witnessed such a selfless act of humanity. Shedding tears for the life of a stranger, risking her own life to save his, and all on instinct, no regard for herself… It didn’t feel right to punish her. It didn’t feel right to just leave her be, either. I looked at the reflecting pool again and saw that the crowd was still disoriented and preoccupied with the incident. I quietly snapped my fingers, teleporting myself from the heavens onto the scene. I emerged from the public bathrooms and inconspicuously made my way to the platform. I snapped my fingers again and the telescope was put back together in its box.

Making sure no one was watching, I snapped my fingers a third time and teleported myself away from the station to an alley on the street where she lived. I waited for her there in the shadows. I could have teleported the box into her apartment but I wanted to see her in person, just a glimpse of her. I don’t know why but I needed to see her.

Soon she emerged from around the corner. I watched her as she walked, her dress hugging one leg and then the other. Everything about her was beautiful. Her eyes, her hair as it swished in the breeze behind her, her hands, still clutched to her chest. I was lost in her as she passed by the alley, not noticing me watching her from the shadows. I couldn’t help myself. I followed her quietly, box in my hands as she entered her apartment building. I waited for her to disappear behind her front door and then I dropped the box in front of her apartment. I knocked once and prepared to snap my fingers, wanting nothing more than to just leave her some small gesture of kindness. What I didn’t expect was for the door to fly open immediately and that same captivating pair of bright eyes to meet mine.

***

I was leaning against my door, finally catching my breath after the day I’d just had. My thoughts were filled with guilt after what I’d done earlier, practically stealing that telescope, but even more full of worry over the poor man at the station. They’d given me the details of the hospital where he’d agreed to go and I was already making plans in my head for when to visit him and make sure he was doing better. A single knock on the door snapped my cluttered mind to reality and I rushed to open the door. I was met with a man who was the definition of tall, dark and handsome. Only he had a mildly shocked expression on his gorgeous face.

“S-sorry, what can I do for you,” I offered timidly. Then I noticed he held the box with the same telescope I’d stolen earlier.

“I… uh… you forgot this and I thought…” The man’s smooth, deep voice wavered as he set the box down.

“Oh goodness, I had completely forgotten about this! Thank you so much for bringing it here,” I bowed hurriedly in gratitude. “How did you know where I live though?”

Seemingly having regained his composure but now looking at the floor, the man spoke so quietly I barely heard him.

“I just know.”

“Oh…well, thank you, regardless,” I said as I opened the box. “Oh thank god that it didn’t break! Seriously, Sir, how can I repay you for this?”

I reached out and touched the man’s shoulder in gratitude. He inhaled sharply as I did and his dark eyes snapped up to meet mine. I only now noticed how weirdly he was dressed. He seemed to be wearing some kind of white military uniform with black boots and black gloves. He reached out and took my hand between his two warm, gloved ones.

“There’s no need. Forget we ever met,” his eyes pierced me as his expression became hard. He quickly let go of my hand and walked off down the corridor between apartments. I thought I heard something that sounded like someone snapping their fingers.

“What? No, wait! Sir!” I shouted after him but he was already gone. I was suddenly standing at my opened door with the telescope box in front of me. Why had I been shouting? I shook my head, chalking it up to the stresses of the day, and I brought the telescope inside.

I still felt guilty about switching the prices but I just couldn’t help myself. I had a job interview at the biggest planetarium in the country tomorrow and I had a presentation on this month’s transiting planets to prepare. My old telescope had broken the week before and I just couldn’t find replacement good enough to use for the presentation at such short notice. Money had been really tight and I just couldn’t have afforded it.

Later that night, I sat at my tiny balcony and finished the presentation with the help of the new telescope. When I was done I sat back, looking at the sky hopefully as my thoughts were full of anticipation for the interview tomorrow. I chuckled as I thought that maybe I should wish on the stars for good luck. I clasped my hands together and made my wish. I was still nervous about tomorrow but somehow it was less now and I looked forward to it.

***

She’d become an obsession.

Every minute that I wasn’t doing my job I was spending watching her. I watched her as she started working at the planetarium. I watched her learn and start to do well. I watched her try hard, and soon came the time for her to lead her first screening.

Before I met her, I didn’t know anything about this strange human invention that allowed them to view the planets and stars during day time but I’d watched her for so long that I now knew everything about it.

I skipped work for an hour that day. I teleported to the planetarium after the lights went dark and the screening began and I watched from the back of the hall just so I could be closer to her. I watched her as she bravely tried to conceal her nervousness and I watched the lights come back on at the end as people clapped.

She was human but she'd become a goddess to me. The epitome of warmth, kindness, grace - everything I wanted that I didn't have. A few weeks later, I saw that she was making plans to celebrate her first month at her new job with her new friends from work. I knew where they were going to go. A club. I knew it would be dark and hazy, with the music too loud to hear well and with so much booze that no sober observations would be made that night.

I shouldn't have, but I couldn't resist. I went to that club on Earth that night, dressed in Earth clothes. I mingled with the abominable crowd just because I knew I could watch her all evening, uninterrupted. Except... I should have known I couldn't trust myself to just stand and watch.

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I was tipsy already, dancing happily with my new co-workers. I was watching myself because I didn't want to get too drunk but I had a pleasant buzz going, just enough to make my smile that bit wider and my cheeks that little bit pinker.

I was grateful for everything I had in my life. There was only one thing missing but I tried not to to think about it. I didn't have a boyfriend but there were plenty of handsome strangers out tonight and sometimes that was enough.

Hiyori was trying to scout some out for me all night but I laughed her off. Until I spotted someone at the bar, holding a lonely glass of spiced cider. I had the most bizarre feeling that I'd seen him before. I blushed when he caught me staring at him. His black hair fell over one eye and his face seemed... intimidating.

I shook it off, going back to Hiyori and the others who had started moving to the second level of the club where the music was more deep bass and lounge and less cheesy pop.

"Thanks for bringing me out tonight, Hiyori, this is a great place," I shouted over the music.

"Any time, I'm glad you're having fun," she smiled brightly at me.

"Yeah, the music is -- Oh, I'm so sorry, Sir, I..." I'd accidentally stepped on someone's foot and I turned around to apologise to them, freezing in place as I was met with an intense gaze. It belonged to a tall, handsome stranger with black hair which fell over his right eye.

"You... Sorry, don't I know you from somewhere..." My voice caught in my throat but I soon had other things to worry about as the stranger took my hand in his, as if asking me to dance in an old-fashioned way.

"You don't. Can I dance with you?" His deep voice sent a shiver down my spine as he leaned over to talk in my ear. Blunt, but I could forgive him. I nodded, and tried my best to relax into the music. He danced lightly with me to the simple rhythm but his dark eyes were intense, burning into mine.

"What's your name," I leaned in to ask. He got to the side of me and leaned back over my ear, his lips grazing the shell.

"Scorpio."

Unusual. Was it a nickname? I could feel my thoughts dissipate into nothing under that intense gaze. It was hot and loud and hazy, but all I saw was Scorpio. Whenever he leaned in I could smell something so enticing about him, alluring and dark and almost otherworldly.

My head was swimming more than usual. I'd long since lost sight of Hiyori and the others but I couldn't bring myself to care. Scorpio's hands had crept down to my hips, our bodies practically pressed together, but he didn't go any further. He seemed to be waiting on me. I didn't think. I just tilted my head up and brought my forehead to his. His hands tightened around me but remained gentle.

"Your friends are gone," he said bluntly to me. "It's okay. I should go...," I slurred a bit. It was probably a good idea to leave now, my tiny remaining sense of rationality suggested.

"I'll walk you to your place," Scorpio said simply, his voice not tolerating objection. As if he somehow knew that I lived within walking distance to the club. I nodded.

We slipped out of the club. The quiet of the night made me feel as if my ears were stuffed with cotton. Scorpio's hand was on my shoulder, keeping me steady. My body was doing strange things in response to his warmth. In the back of my mind, I knew what I was doing and I was giddy like a schoolgirl with her first boyfriend. We walked in silence but it wasn't awkward. It was comfortable. No questions, no expectations. We got to my building and he walked me up the stairs to my door.

"Thank you for walking me back, Scorpio. Would you like to--" I never got to finish that sentence.

Scorpio answered it for me as he suddenly captured my lips with his, pressing me against the front door. It was so late, no one was around and all I could hear were his shallow breaths and the buzzing of the fluorescent lights in the corridors. His lips were insistent, domineering. They parted mine and his tongue slipped into my mouth, teasing mine. I moaned quietly at the sensation. His hands were on me, gripping my waist, sliding down to my hips. His fingers slid into my purse and fished out my keys, as if he knew exactly where to find them.

I was so lost in him, lost in those soft lips setting me on fire. I fumbled with the keys as he held them, grabbing hold of the right one, and he took them from me, unlocking the door for me.

Scorpio backed me into my own apartment, his lips never leaving mine. I kicked the door closed behind us.

"You're so beautiful. I've waited a long time for this," he said, his voice low and heavy as he leaned down to kiss beneath my ear and down my neck.

He continued blindly walking forward, pushing me in front of him until we ended up in my kitchen and the backs of my bare thighs hit my dining table. He nudged me back again, making me sit up on it. The short black dress I wore was riding my legs but he was between them already anyway and my mind was swirling just enough for me not to care.

I tugged on his shirt, my hands struggling with the buttons. He smirked at me and he was so utterly breathtaking just then, bangs falling over his face as his toned chest was peeking out from his grey shirt. "Impatient, huh? I know exactly what you're thinking, woman. Don't worry, I'll give you what you need," he said teasingly. It made me laugh and I stopped undoing the buttons for a second.

"Oh, so you can read my mind then?"

"Something like that," he said as he undid the rest of the buttons himself and threw the shirt somewhere behind him, then roughly grabbed the material of my dress and pulled it over my head, leaving me in my bra and panties.

I gasped before I could stop myself as my skin was chilled from the air. Scorpio's eyes raked down my body and I would have felt the heat in my cheeks had he not glued his lips back to mine hungrily.

His hands were everywhere. On my hips, my waist, my shoulders, his fingers were so warm they eased the chill on my skin. He moved to nibble down my jaw and then my neck, biting down just hard enough for me to feel pain but not enough for me to stop enjoying it. He fumbled with the clasp on my bra but gave up almost immediately and in one rough motion ripped the bra off me over my head.

A shiver of a different kind crawled up my back and the haze lifted from my mind. Suddenly I was afraid. I craved this stranger so much but pieces started coming into place. He knew where I lived, I'd seen him before, he didn't even ask my name...

"Have you been following me," I asked, my voice a hoarse whisper as his hands palmed my breasts, finding my nipples and twisting them between his fingers. His lips left my neck long enough for him to lift his head and look at me. The confident, intimidating look was gone and was replaced with something that looked more like desperation and longing. I was caught up in the beauty of those eyes and suddenly the question didn't matter anymore.

Scorpio hooked his fingers in my underwear and pulled them down my legs roughly, leaving his place between my legs just long enough to get them off. I was suddenly very aware that I was now fully naked in front of him and I closed my legs, trying to shield myself from view. Scorpio's eyes shone with something softer then. His hands trailed gently down my shoulders, his touch feather-light and raising goosebumps wherever it went.

"Hey. Look at me," he ordered. I peered up at him. "If you don't wanna, we can stop," he said quietly. I shook my head and reached for his lips. I didn't want to stop.

He was gentler this time, his tongue caressing mine slowly, teasingly. Desire flared hot inside me again. I pressed myself against him, our naked skin making contact and growing hotter. I wrapped my arms around Scorpio's neck and his hands moved to my ass as he lifted me off the table. I kept grip on him with my legs as he carried me into my bedroom.

He let me down in front of my bed and I sat down, reaching to undo his black jeans as he stood between my parted legs again. I didn't hesitate anymore. I pulled his jeans down along with his underwear and I was met with his hard, hot erection. I trailed my hands up his thighs and I couldn't help noticing him hold his breath.

His hands caressed my face then wound themselves in my hair. He looked down at me, his eyes filled with lust. His body was like a statue and I could practically feel my mouth water as I looked up at him.

I licked him from base to tip and heard him suck in a breath harshly. I wet his hard cock with my tongue and slowly started taking him between my lips. Scorpio's hands tightened in my hair and he roughly pushed himself deeper into my mouth.

"Uunngh..."

Hearing him moan dialed up the lust I felt about ten notches and I abandoned any hesitation as I started pleasuring him in earnest. I made sure to drag my tongue across his tip as I moved my lips over him, sucking on his cock hard.

"Mmm... Fuck.. you feel too good," he hissed and suddenly pulled me off of him. He stepped out of his jeans and pushed me backwards on the bed, crawling over me and covering my body with his. His hand found my breast and he cupped it as he toyed with my nipple.

He leaned over me and took my other nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it then taking into his mouth and sucking hard.

"Ahh... Scorpio..."

He switched his attention to my other nipple and took it between his teeth, biting gently. I couldn't keep from arching under him, my hips bucking into his and I felt his hard cock brush against my pussy. Scorpio kept sucking on my nipple as he trailed one hand down my ribs, then my side and finally stopping just before my most sensitive place. He slid his fingers over my pussy slowly, so maddeningly slow that I whined in protest. He only chuckled darkly and continued his slow exploration. He slid one finger between my lips and felt that I was already slick there. He teased my entrance, rubbing against it with the the tip ot his finger.

"Mmm... Please..." I bit my lips. I needed him to touch me so bad, I writhed under him seeking to feel more.

Instead, Scorpio shifted his body lower and settled with his face between my legs. The tip of his finger was replaced by the tip of his tongue and he teased me mercilessly. He licked slowly between my wet lips to my clit, flicking his tongue against it as he brought his finger back to my dripping entrance.

He took my clit between his lips and sucked just as his finger finally entered me. My body arched off the bed and I nearly screamed. He grabbed a handful of my ass with his other hand as he fingered me, adding a second digit to the first. He pumped his fingers in and out slowly as he licked and sucked and kissed my clit and it was all I could do not to scream and wake my neighbours at this late hour.

The pleasure seeped throughout my body and my skin grew hotter, my barely restrained moans filling the room. Scorpio grunted and just increased the pressure on my clit. My head had started swimming again and my body writhed under his. The moonlight coming through the window reflected off his muscled back, making his skin almost seem to glow. In the dark, every sensation felt magnified and I shut my eyes again. As if sensing that I was getting close, his lips left me and he pulled his fingers out of me. I whimpered at the loss of stimulation but I didn't have long to complain. He kissed me hungrily, making me taste myself on his lips, then turned my body over with rough motions. He pressed me flat down on the bed on my front and spread my legs, hooking his hand under my right knee and bringing my leg up. I arched my back, feeling exposed.

Scorpio leaned over me, his heated skin sliding over mine. He trailed a hand along my throat, tilting my chin to the side to capture my lips with his as I felt his hardness press between my legs.

"Oh my god, Scorpio..." I murmured against his lips as his cock rubbed against my wet center.

"Tch, so impatient." He smirked against my lips as he reached down and aligned himself with my core.

"Ready?"

Before I could answer, he pushed into me and I could only gasp as his thick cock stretched me. Inch by inch, he buried himself inside me.

"Fuck..." His whispered swearing only aroused me more and I strained against him, trying to impale myself on him. He thrust hard into me, filling me to the brim and I screamed as I felt his tip brush the back of my pussy. He pulled almost all the way out before he thrust back in hard, over and over. My room was filled with the sound of harsh breaths and moans and the lewd noises of him fucking me.

"Mmm... Does it feel good, huh? Do you like me fuckin' you like this?" His lustful words in my ear made me arch into him.

"Yes.. Oh god... Yes, don't stop," I whimpered as he sped up his thrusts and reached around under me to rub my clit. The pleasure coursed through all of me and I squeezed my walls around Scorpio's cock. My whole body was wound so tight I felt like I could explode any moment.

"Mm.. God I can't .. I need.." My words were jumbled and my breaths were coming in so erratically I thought I could pass out. Scorpio only rammed into me harder, cursing under his breath as I tightened around him.

"Fuck, you feel so good... Mmn.." He sped up his fingers on my clit and I couldn't hold back. My body arched impossibly under him and I felt as if I was going crazy. The pleasure overwhelmed me and I screamed, a raw edge finding it's way into my voice.

Scorpio rutted against me as my walls clenched around his cock and he grunted and cursed. He snapped his hips into mine one last time before I felt him start to pulsate inside me.

He bit down on the junction between my neck and shoulder as his orgasm washed over him. He shuddered as he filled me, it seemed to take forever before the spasms stopped and he stilled inside me. The sounds of our breaths were the only noise in my dark room.

He slipped out of me and I watched him dress silently. In the afterglow I couldn't think of anything to say. Can I have your number? Do you live around here? Somehow they all sounded like such stupid questions.

His expression was dark and intimidating again, but a bit of warmth crept back in his eyes as he leaned over me and caressed my cheek. He kissed my lips softly and then he left quietly.

I lay alone in the dark but I had a feeling. Somehow I knew I would see him again.

#star crossed myth #scm #scm smut #scm fanfiction #scm fanfic #scm scorpio #scm gods

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tahlreth · 7 years

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Questions for the Blogger!

I fucking love these so much guys, it’s ridiculous. Was tagged a while ago by @accio-stark, which thank you thank you, but October is a shit month until Halloween, so it took me some time to gather myself enough to do it.

Rules: answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you would like to get to know better.

1. Nicknames: Cait, Caity, KTPT

2. Gender: Female

3. Star sign: Pisces

4. Height: 5′3” on a good day, 5’2” on a slouchy, ‘I hate everything day’

5. Time: 5:11 PM

6. Birthday: March 1

7. Favorite bands: Okay, I mostly do show tunes these days, so I’mma go with musicals instead, kay? Current favorite musicals to listen to are ‘Newsies’ (Broadway version, tho the movie version is also a favorite), ‘Finding Neverland’, ‘Into the Woods’, ‘Chess’, and ‘Songs for a New World’.

8. Favorite solo artists: Reba McEntire (ALWAYS <3), Kelsea Ballerini, Tim McGraw, Martina McBride, apparently any country singer with a ‘Mc’ at the start of their last name...

9. Song stuck in my head: ‘Not While I’m Around’ from Sweeney Todd

10. Last movie I watched: Iron Man 3

11. Last show I watched: Um, currently immersed in ‘Press Buttons ‘N Talk’ episodes because they make me giggle and I’ve been having a shitty month. Other than that, I guess Teen Wolf? Maybe? I did watch ‘The Lead’ with Jake Tapper a couple days ago, I think.

12. When did I create my blog: Uh. Like. A year and a half ago. Ish? I think?

13. What do I post/reblog: Looots of Marvel/Tony Stark stuff, cat-related silliness, anything that catches my eye. I’d like to call it an ‘eclectic’ blog, but I think it probably verges into ‘wildly, chaotically disorganized’ instead.

14. Last thing I googled: … stuff. Research stuff. For smut writing reasons. Who wants to know?

15. Do I have any other blogs: Just one that I made a shit-ton of content for then never set up a queue to post because I am ruled by my anxiety, depression and laziness.

16. Do I get asks: Sometimes prompts that I take too long to answer, otherwise not as many as I’d like. I’m not super good at coming off approachable/friendly/interesting. XD

17. Why I chose my url: Well, I’d started a ‘Tahlruil’ blog (which is my username pretty much anywhere else unless someone else gets it first) years and years ago, but when I wanted to really start one up and actually, you know, use it, I’d forgotten the password and no longer had access to the email that I’d made it with. I figured it was easier to just start a new one. ‘Tahlruil’ basically means ‘noble blade’, and ‘Tahlreth’ is almost as fun with a meaning of ‘arcane blade’, and I figured it was similar enough to kinda be a bit more obviously connected to my AO3 Tahlruil account.

18. Following: Uh… couple few hundred?

19. Followers: Like. 300. Ish? Mebbe?

21. Lucky number: 8 is the best number and anyone who doesn’t agree can fight both me and my OCD.

22. Instruments: I can play the trumpet (sort of, though my technique used to revolve around ‘mash lips really hard against the mouthpiece to play higher notes), and because of that I can play the baritone/euphonium (preferred instrument that is not my vocal chords, because despite it’s awkward appearance it’s one sexy-sounding instrument) and the tuba. Could manage the trombone if the fucking positions weren’t so confusing/hit or miss. I can get pleasant-ish sounds out of a clarinet and a flute, but I’m shit at remembering the positions for those too - I’m a simple girl. I like three buttons with maaaybe a fourth when I’m feeling fancy, lol. I can also stumble through simple things on the piano, but I’m pretty shit at it - mostly use that for learning songs for singing. I FUCKING LOVE TO SING, OKAY, so that’s my absolute favorite instrument. I’m… okay at it? People tell me I’m pretty good, but I think I suck, so I feel like ‘okay’ is a nice average of the two positions that I’m comfortable claiming.

23. What am I wearing: Pink and gray plaid pajama pants and a white, pink and gray shirt with ‘love’ on it that I bought one day when I needed to work but didn’t have any clean shirts that were appropriate to wear in.

24. Dream job: I don’t even fucking know, man.

25. Dream trip: I REALLY want to go to Ireland, maybe Scotland, England and Wales .

26. Favorite food: Rice pilaf.

27. Nationality: American.

28. Favorite song right now: Uhmmm… probably ‘Stilettos’ by Kelsea Ballerini

29. Last book I read: I thiiiink it was ‘Honor’s Paradox’ by P.C. Hodgell, who is a fucking amazing author that everyone should read.

30. Fictional Universe you’d want to join: Uhhhhm. MCU, Dragon Age, or the world of the Kencyrath that is detailed in the series by P.C. Hodgell? Maaaybe one of the universes created by Tamora Pierce? Dude, idk, because like… I’d end up being one of the boring ‘normal’ people and things historically Do Not Go Well for them in all of the universes that I find compelling.

No pressure if you don’t like these/just don’t wanna! I am tagging: @kiernaserea @ineffablewitch @orbingarrow @orange-kremsicle @rayshippouuchiha @ragequeen89 @fuckingnonions @one-pound-milagro @captainstarkreportingforduty, @captain-amoruca, @xtaticpearl, @all-myfandomtears, @too-many-fandoms-to-list, @tinnitusismymuse, @ anyone else who just wants to do this???

#personal #quiz thing #i love these #you have no idea #i do a happy dance every time i get them #i have another one to go do too #such a good day

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yoon-kooks · 7 years

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Hired by BigHit: Dreams vs Reality- Part 10

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Light Angst, mentions of sex

Summary: As a talented underground rapper, you’ve just become Bangtan’s new hiphop coach! What happens when you meet the boy who has big dreams of joining the rap line?

Parts: 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7 // 8 // 9 // 10 // Epilogue (text)

You looked outside your window. Spring had come, reminding you it had been weeks since you left BigHit. You had heard the news that a certain idol would be making his rapper debut some time soon. And as hard as you tried to ignore it, you couldn’t.

As you ate your lunch, you turned on the radio show Taehyung was rumored to make an appearance on. The first thing you heard was a familiar beat. And then Taehyung’s deep voice. You wanted to tell yourself he wasn’t that great, but honestly, you were impressed. The rhythmic patterns he chose flowed so well, and the tone he rapped in was perfect. But what stood out most were his lyrics.

Taehyung had told you he’d be writing about “letting go” and “acceptance”, but you weren’t expecting the lyrics to hit you the way they did. He mentioned a lot of the things he told you in Daegu, about the guilt and pressures of being an idol.

“Rather than sorry, I’ll say thanks.” That was the line. He finally let go of feeling guilty to the people who supported him, and instead, he’d show them gratitude.

“I know it’s selfish, but I still love you.” Your stomach turned.

After the rap ended, the MC asked Taehyung questions that “everyone was dying to know”.

“So was the whole song made by you?”

“I wrote the lyrics, but a close friend of mine produced the track.” Close friend…

“And can you share what the lyrics are referring to?”

“I feel like I’ve always been fortunate with how much support I received, but all that support became a little overwhelming. And it wasn’t until recent that I realized I had put pressure on myself to be a certain way because of that. So now I just wanna let go of that image.”

“Oooh, what was that image?”

“I used to tell myself I wouldn’t fall in love because I loved all the fans the most.”

“Are you saying now you fell in love?”

“Not quite.” There was a brief pause. “But there is someone I’ve been able to open up to recently. And I’m very thankful for them.” Regardless of whether Taehyung was referring to you or not, that’s exactly what you didn’t want to hear. That’s why you had been trying your best to avoid him.

You turned off the radio and forced yourself to go outside to sort out your thoughts.

It was a beautiful day, but of course you didn’t like it one bit. It reminded you too much of the time Taehyung took you to Daegu. That trip had been the most fun you had in a long time. Maybe in your entire life. But with everything that happened afterwards between you and Taehyung, you wanted so badly to forget the trip ever happened. It hurt to look back at how soft and safe you had felt around him. You just wanted to move on from that boy. But it wasn’t that easy.

Everywhere you walked, you seemed to hear his name. Unknowingly, you had let yourself wander to a set of park benches near the BigHit building. You took a seat and tried to block out the loud group of young girls sitting nearby. But when they mentioned his name, you found yourself listening a little more closely.

“Do you think Taehyung-oppa’s really in love??”

“I don’t know!!! Maybe!!”

“But if he is, I’ll cry!!”

“Same!! But I also wanna be happy for him!!”

“Why is life so hard??”

“Taehyung-oppa, I hope you’re happy and in love~”

You sighed in relief, glad that his fans were so understanding and supportive. They really were amazing. And you could see why Taehyung had cherished them so much.

But what about you? If he really was in love with someone else, how would you actually feel about it? You told yourself you’d also try to be happy for him, despite how things had turned out between you two. And yet, you felt your eyes stinging.

You hated getting emotional, especially in public. But it wasn’t like anyone was watching, so you let a tear slide down your cheek.

“I thought you didn’t cry over boys.” It was his voice. Was your heart trying to deceive you?

You looked over your shoulder and saw the boy with a mask and hoodie. His eyes were as brown and gentle as ever. And your face flushed with red. “How do you know I was crying over a boy?”

“Wild guess.” Taehyung wiped your tear away with his thumb. “Can I sit here?”

You nodded, still shook that you had somehow run into him by chance. Was it really a coincidence though?

“I heard you on the radio today,” you said, rubbing your shoulder in an attempt to calm yourself. “You sounded good.”

“Ah really? So you heard everything?”

“Yeah.”

“I thought you were avoiding me…”

“That doesn’t mean I’ve stopped supporting you…”

“But you haven’t responded to any of my texts or calls, Y/N.” Taehyung ruffled his hair underneath his hood. “Feels bad, you know.”

“I didn’t get any messages.” You raised a brow at the boy. Surely it sounded like you were in denial, but you really hadn’t received anything from him since you quit working at BigHit.

“But look!” Taehyung pulled out his phone and showed you a long list of messages and unanswered phone calls. He had tried to contact you every day since you left. Your eyes widened.

“Wrong number, dummy,” you giggled. “But I applaud your heavy use of emojis.”

“You don’t know how long I spent, crafting up each message!” he pouted. Why was it so easy and natural to return to how things were when you and him had been closest?

“Here’s my real number, by the way.” You showed him your phone screen with your contact info. “Send me all of your cute heartfelt messages. I wanna read them.”

“I will later,” he smiled. “But now, I wanna tell you how thankful I am… in-person.”

“Thankful for me?” You pointed at yourself. “Are you thanking me for calling you a shitty person? Because you’re welcome.”

“Yeah, I thought about it… I mean, even before you said that, I’ve been doing a self-evaluation—like on how I can grow both as an idol and as a respectable person. But after you called me shitty—thank you by the way—I realized I should put more effort into myself rather than the illusion of who I wanna be seen as by others.”

“I know what I said, but you’re really not that shitty, Taehyung.” You spoke softly. “I know you better than that.”

“But I should’ve never told the guys we slept together.” He looked down at the cement. “I just wanted to brag about you and make everyone jealous, so I stretched the truth. But obviously, it was dumb and immature of me to get you involved in that mess.”

“The guys didn’t believe you, did they?” you smirked. For as pissed as you were at the time, you had already forgiven him for that incident.

“Nah, they said you were too good for me,” he admitted. “And it’s probably true, especially after I was stupid enough to joke around like that.”

“You might’ve made one stupid joke, but that doesn’t outweigh all the times you’ve made me smile and laugh,” you said, lifting his chin with the tips of your fingers. You stared right into his eyes with a softened gaze. “So don’t ever think less of yourself.”

“I won’t.” Taehyung finally pulled down his mask to reveal the smile you had grown to love. “Thank you, Y/N… for everything—for teaching me rap, for the track you produced, for-”

You interrupted his list of cheese with a bold kiss right on his lips. After the initial contact, you wondered if it was really okay for you to be kissing an idol so publicly. Worried about rumors, you started to pull away. Taehyung noticed your retreat and pushed off his hood, entwined his fingers with yours, and gave you the assurance you needed to lean in for another kiss.

“C’mon, let’s go.” Taehyung got up and brought you into the BigHit building, still holding your hand.

“Was it really okay to do that in front of everyone…?” you asked, walking into your studio.

“You said ARMYs would understand, right?” He sat you down in your chair and pulled up a chair for himself. “And I want them to know I’m happy.”

“You’re happy?” you blushed, unable to control yourself from smiling like an idiot.

“Yeah.” He pulled you in for a more intense kiss than before. A kiss much more suited for the privacy you now had. You didn’t realize how much you had wanted that moment.

Suddenly, Taehyung broke the kiss, probably as a way to tease you. “But you know, I’d be even happier if you came back to BigHit,” he smirked.

“I don’t know, Tae…”

“Just think about it.” He kissed your forehead. “I’m not gonna pressure you or anything~”

“I’ll think about it.” You pressed a finger to your lips. “Oooh, there’s another thing I’ve been thinking about though!” Your eyes brightened.

“What’re you so excited about??” Taehyung looked shocked to see sparkles in your eyes.

“Seeing you with your family made me realize it’s time for me to do the same,” you said. “You promised you’d come with me, right?”

“Of course, Y/N.” He took your hand and swung it playfully.

“Thanks, Tae.” You got up and pulled him out of his chair to give him a hug. “You’re the bes-”

“But only if you come back to BigHit.” Taehyung blinked at you innocently.

“What the fuck. You said you wouldn’t pressure me!!” you whined.

“I mean it’s up to you,” he shrugged.

You rolled your eyes. “Fine…”

“Wow, what happened to being stubborn?”

“I just really want you to meet my family…”

“I really want to meet them too.”

“Oooh, and also,” you bit your lip mischieviously, “maybe this time you won’t be lying when you tell the guys about our little trip together.”

“You’re never gonna let me live that down, huh?”

“Nope~!” you giggled.

A/N: I’ll also be doing a set of bonus fake texts for this as an epilogue! Bonus points if anyone can guess what the texts will be about!! There’s a hint in this final part lmao~

#taehyung #v #bts #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts angst #taehyung x reader #hired by bighit #dreams vs reality #taehyung fanfic

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kris10inger · 7 years

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If you could see your life from inception to your death, would you change things or would you let your death play out as fate intended?

Abel is in search of only two things. A stable job and a safe place to lay his head at night after a mistake that cost him eighteen months of his life. As if fate had plans made only for him, Abel is offered a complicated job, and a chance to redeem himself to his old boss, from an old friend. And then he meets her… And Abel adds another item to his list—Hope.

At only twenty-six, Hope has only ever slept with one man, and at her boss’s unsolicited advice, Hope plans to forget the abuse and degradation she suffered at her husband's hand by seducing and bedding the next man she meets. Only, after Hope finds a promise of death at her doorstep, her plans are derailed and only chance at staying alive rests on the dedication of her new bodyguard and her own sheer will to live the life she deserves.

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Hope curiously eyed the gaudy, purple and pink plastic engagement ring on Thea’s finger, as she held her hand up in the air. Her friend gazed lovingly at it while wiggling her fingers. Bright, adoring eyes met Hope’s as she gushed over the ring and continued the story of how Lex had proposed.

“I’d given it to him as a gift, never once realizing he’d use it to ask me to marry him all these years later.” Thea sighed dramatically, as if she could barely continue without another squeal bubbling out. “He bent down on one knee, looked me in the eyes, and promised me forever.”

Hope had zoned out halfway through the story. Not that Lex’s proposal hadn't been adorable and romantic, but she often found herself drowning in memories of the past whenever anyone brought up marriage. The idea was to leave the past in New York, but Hope found that hard to do with all the wedding talk and secrets she held inside. She smiled, but seeing the solemn look Thea gave her, she was sure it hadn't reached her eyes.

“Oh, shit,” her best friend and boss said. “I keep forgetting that you—”

“Stop right there.” Hope waved a dismissive hand at her words. “Don’t think for a second I am comparing this to my own life. You get to enjoy this. Lex is amazing, and nothing like Mark.” She crossed her arms over her chest in frustration. Hope had never meant to make her feel like she couldn’t talk openly, because Thea was the only person in her life who she could converse with candidly.

Thea’s soft voice met her ears. “I know, but it’s like talking about getting pregnant around someone who can’t carry a child. You want to be excited, but you also don’t want to hurt their feelings.”

“I know, and that puts a damper on your good news.” Hope shook off the sadness threatening to overwhelm her. “No more walking on egg shells around me.” Thea’s engagement was amazing news, and Hope was acting like a big-ass wet rag. She pushed back the agonizing memories and smiled again; this time, conveying her happiness for a friend who’d saved her ass. “Can we both agree to put my shitty past where it belongs? Way the hell behind us. Now, let me see this thing.”

Thea moved closer, placing the hideous ring out for her inspection. Seeing Hope’s reaction, her nose wrinkled and her forehead dipped. “I know, right?” Hope looked up to her. “Ugly as sin, isn’t it?”

Both women laughed at the truth because the ring was seriously fugly.

Thea took her hand back. “Maybe you should get out there and try the dating game again?”

Hope groaned inwardly. She didn’t want to hear the ‘just move on’ speech again. Because she had tried—with no success. After looking high and low, no matter who she ended up dating, she always found them to be . . . lacking. Unsure of whether it was her past, or her inability to trust, she found it painfully hard to even consider dating anymore.

“Hell, I say, the next man who walks through that door,” Thea turned to Hope with a calculating smile, “you ask on a date!”

Hope’s eyes widened at the crazy idea. The possibility of her hitting up the next man to walk through the clinic’s front door was laughable. “No. I couldn’t possibly. You’re crazy. I don’t think—”

“That’s right. Don’t think,” Thea spurred. “Just do.”

Hope huffed, then saw something out of the corner of her eye. Turning to look at the door, she jolted in surprise. “Oh, for cripes’ sake.” Ms. Collis stood there, angrily banging on the door, leaving fist-sized smudge marks on the glass—a line of people standing impatiently behind her. Good thing Hope had painstakingly cleaned the doors the night before. “I think today is going to be one of those days. Is it a full moon?”

Thea followed her gaze. “Oh, God help us.” Running to the door, she turned the locks and guided the woman behind Ms. Collis inside. As she passed the front desk, she elevated the woman’s bloody arm and whispered to Hope, “The next hot guy that isn’t dying . . . ask him out.”

Hope’s face flushed with embarrassment.

Behind her, a crowd of people entered, some looking as if they were drowning in snot, while others bled, or just appeared angry and annoyed. Regardless of the clientele, Hope loved her job. She’d always enjoyed the feeling of a good day’s work. In fact, the past six months at the clinic had been a way for Hope to temporarily ignore the past and focus on a possible future.

And in the beginning, Thea had been able to keep her employment hush-hush, paving the way for Hope to work without fear of one day looking up to find Mark, waiting for her. But now that employment papers were signed and turned in, Hope’s worrying increased with each passing day. She shuddered. The idea of Mark following her to Blackwater had become a waking nightmare and a monster under her bed to fear.

Pushing those feelings aside, she looked up and smiled at Ms. Collis, handing her a clipboard with documents attached. Seconds later, a biker in leather pants—crazy in this heat—a ripped and bloody shirt the size of a mountain pushed through the doors of the clinic, blood gushing from his nose. He favored his right side, and pressed his free hand to a wound seeping blood through the tattered shirt. Hope’s eyes travelled up and up the huge behemoth until her eyes met and connected with his unconcerned gaze.

Shaking herself from the shock of such a huge man, Hope pointed to the side door where the motorcycle club, or the MC, had claimed the waiting room as their own. Locals who weren’t affiliated with the gang, sat in the open waiting room to the right, while the MC took residence in the small room to the left. He nodded his head and made his way to the door.

“Ma’am, if you could take a seat and fill this out, I’ll be right back,” Hope instructed. Ms. Collis was in to have her cast taken off. It wasn’t the least bit serious, so she would have to wait her turn as Hope triaged the more seriously injured. Hope made her way over to the bleeding man, who still hadn't opened the door to the waiting room.

“Sir?” She came up behind him and he swiveled around to meet her gaze. Unfortunately, since Thea’s grandfather had ties with the MC before he passed, most of the gang came to her clinic when in need of medical help that didn’t require the coroner. At first, Hope had doubts, but when she got the text from Mark threatening her life if she didn’t return to his side in New York, Hope decided it wasn’t so bad if these huge, gun-toting men were there often.

The man’s dark eyes flickered to the waiting room. “Didn’t want to get blood on the door.” His deep voice and heavy, Irish brogue caught her off guard. This man was new, or at least, had never been in the clinic while Hope was there. Since she worked five days a week, and twelve hours a day, she assumed he’d just been one of the lucky few in the MC to not have gotten stabbed recently.

Hope glanced to his bloody hands and nodded. “Okay. Let me get that for you.” She went to open the door, when Lucy, the clinic’s receptionist, burst through the front doors, apologizing for being late as she headed to the counter. Now that she was at work, Hope could take him straight back and get him stitched up. “Actually, why don’t we have you come on back with me. We’ll see how serious these wounds are.”

He followed her to one of the rooms in the back. Hope hadn't bothered getting him to fill out any forms. The MC members never bothered with the patient information form, and always paid in cash. Hell, the clinic would probably go belly up without the money the men provided.

Sliding a pair of purple gloves on her hands, Hope pointed to the paper-lined bed. “Have a seat.” Making her way to the cabinet, she found a pair of sterilized scissors. Routinely, Hope would ask the patient what happened, but when it came to these men, the fewer questions you asked, the better.

“You have any allergies?”

“No, ma’am.”

Hope was long past the initial shock of the MC members having manners. At first, she hadn't expected them to be polite, or for them to pay, but they did, and they weren’t raucous in the least. It was extraordinarily ironic that men who looked like beasts could be so composed and gentle, yet Mark, who normally wore a three-piece suit, could transform into the monster of her wildest nightmares.

After a quick assessment, she knew his side needed to be treated first. Asking him to lift his arm, she cut open his shirt and inspected the knife wound. Unfortunately, she’d dealt with stab wounds often, in her professional and personal life. His wound was shallow and not life threatening. A few stitches and he’d be fine. Then she could treat his nose.

“I don’t need any stitches, doc.”

Rolling her eyes for the second time today, she said, “Yes, you do and you are getting them.” Ignoring the growl emanating from his chest, she continued to clean the wound. At 5’5 and one-hundred-twenty pounds, Hope didn’t stand a chance against the mountain man, but she knew the first and most important thing to remember when dealing with the MC members. Never show weakness. Once you did that, your ass was grass. The men, while not complete assholes, would play on your fear. Find one sexy? Well, you’d most likely end up on your back.

Hope didn’t have time for that shit. And while Mark had put the fear of God in her, Hope was resolute that not all men were created equal. On top of that, she and Thea, were off-limits to the members, per some scary man named Gator.

“Piss and vinegar." His laughter pulled her from her thoughts. “Well, doc . . .”

“Not a doctor, just a nurse.” She winced at her words. She wasn’t just a nurse, and she regretted saying it like that. Doctors and nurses worked hand in hand, and Hope thought neither would be as effective without the other.

“Well, nurse . . .” He ducked his head down blonde hair falling over his eyes, he pushed the strands away as he tried to read her name badge.

“Hope,” she supplied, just as she stuck the first injection of lidocaine into his skin.

“I’d rather you fuss with my nose,” he grunted. “My face is my money maker.”

Hope couldn’t help but laugh. This man, while not ugly, would not be considered a model under any circumstances. His face held a crooked nose, dark eyes, and wide-set lips. Maybe he could model tactic wear for the military?

She glanced up as coal-colored eyes shined with mirth. “Oh really? And here I thought it was your great fashion sense.” Hope plucked at the bloodied Foreigner shirt.

Glancing down, the huge man smiled. “Yeah, that too.”

Shaking her head, she set up her equipment and got to work. The man, who she later found out was called Spooky, asked her out a few times before realizing it wasn’t going to happen. Mark had been persistent as well. He’d asked her out a total of twenty-two times, before she’d broken down and finally said yes. Back then, she hadn't known it was a sign of systemic hostility; she’d been naïve enough to consider it charming that a man like Mark would be do persistent in wanting to get to know her.

Hope finished up with Spooky’s stitches and nose and sent him on his way. After cleaning up the room, she headed back out to see Lucy wrestling a line out the door. Being the only low-income clinic in Blackwater had the entire staff working twelve-hour days. Hope jumped into the madness until the line dwindled, and the sun was no longer in the sky.

Heading home that night, she huffed up the flight of stairs leading to her home, and froze when she made it to the top of the landing. There, in front of her door, sat a blue and white package. Her heart jumped in her throat, heaving her into the past.

After every beating, he’d sent her the very same Tiffany-colored box. On one particularly horrific evening, Mark had broken her ring finger, then rewarded her with a three-carat diamond, and a card stating, When that nasty mistake heals, you can wear this.

Hope opened her eyes, confused as to when she’d shut them. With trembling fingers, she opened the box. Inside was a diamond-studded choker. Beautiful, white diamonds sparkled in a straight line, surrounded by blood-red rubies, in a platinum setting. Covering her mouth, Hope held in a strangled sob. She didn’t want to leave Blackwater, but once again he’d found her.

Mark’s face flashed in her mind and Hope had the sudden urge to run. Instead, she reached into her purse and pulled out the Glock Thea had made her buy. Scanning the area, she didn’t find anything out of place. How had he tracked her down? She’d been so careful.

It has to be my new employment status. Thea had been paying her under the table, but the clinic received government funds, and in the long run, it could have hurt Thea’s clinic. So, Hope had made things right and her official paperwork was turned in.

Hope turned back to go inside and noticed a note tucked inside her door. She pulled it out and flipped the card open.

I’ll give you to the count of three to come back home to me.

ONE.

#preorder #teaser #steamy romance #romance #love against the odds #open wounds

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brendanwritesreviews · 7 years

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Sequelitis: The Get Down

I know I haven’t written many reviews as of late, but lately something in one of my favorite pieces of media surprised me and disappointed me to the ends that I couldn’t finish the episode I was on and I had to angrily jot down in some semblance why this makes me so upset. But to do that, first I’m gonna have to describe why I love The Get Down so much.

More below.

The Get Down is a netflix original show that everyone forgot about once it was released, really. Every person I’ve talked to with a netflix account had no idea of what the show actually was, until recently, the second season was released and the mainpage banner was all in everyone’s faces for a little bit. I, however, noticed the show on a whim and thought I’d found a hidden gem that was intellectual, relatable, and gripping all at the same time. When I watched the first season of The Get Down, I ended up watching several parts back to back even though the episodes are an hour long, which is rare for me, but then again, I don’t watch Game of Thrones.

It’s a tale of a kid in the 1970′s bronx who is essentially trying to live a dual life of an MC at dopeclubs and underground parties compared to his morning life of a steady, for-the-community, garden party scholarship big college boy. And as the child of a pastor, I can identify with this quite easy; you wanna be yourself when night strikes but when the morning comes you got lots of old white male republicans to answer to who are paying your bills, so be kind and courteous to ‘em cause they’re pretty much your ticket to a future. This is the issue Ezekiel, our main character, has to deal with, in addition to the long list of other shit, like the moral and ethical concerns of pushing dope, being an underpaid and underappreciated artist, and bein’ a fuckin’ orphan for christ’s sake. Zeek’s got it rough.

The first episode had me, surprisingly enough, wiping away some tears when Ezekiel is reading a poem he wrote for class to his teacher. It’s a powerful piece of spoken word, and it’s grounded in reality and beautiful and hopeful all at the same time. And this was my hope for The Get Down. I wanted it to be a culture/period piece on the 70′s bronx hip-hop scene mixed with a complacent, wise afro-american boy who outsmarts the shit out of the man with his honeyed words and massive amounts of paper and street knowledge from his nights rocking the mic and pushing coke. If that doesn’t sound like the most awesome premise for a netflix original ever, I don’t know what does. That’s where it seemed this show was going with that scene. And boy oh boy, was I excited.

The remainder of the first season, or “Part 1″ as it’s referred to, was all good and entertaining, but it was going in a different direction than I anticipated at some points. The next few episodes are either of Ezekiel’s rap crew fucking up somehow and him having to actually fix shit, or of this weird relationship that him and his love interest, Marlene, have. Seriously, it’s so back and forth. Marlene obviously has no idea whether she wants this boy’s dick or not. Either way, I have no major quarrels with the rest of the first season. It’s great, even. Fuck, watch it right now if you haven’t. It’s addicting, you just pop em one after the other. Shit goes crazy at points, you’ll wanna see it all.

Still, here we are, April 2017, the release of the long awaited Part 2 of The Get Down. As it is with most netflix pieces that take a long time to come out, by the time they actually have come out in comparison to the time I started watching, I’ve already lost tons of interest. This happened to me with Narcos too. Loved the first season, watched it all, but when the second one comes around.. seriously guys it’s been a year since the first one I’ve forgotten all the different branches of shit that go rampant in these shows. At least give me a refresher. Get me hyped somehow, other than just a big colorful banner with a silly jumping boy and crazy colors.

So, by now you’re probably wondering. Brendan, what was the blunder. What was the straw that broke the camel’s ass and made you wanna write about this shit show so bad.

So.. animation. It’s good! I love it! But it doesn’t belong in The Get Down. Ezekiel and his friends do not need to be doing the worst rap/disco performance in the entirety of the show under poorly drawn, lazy, and likely underpaid animation. I feel bad for the people netflix made work on this, because it’s shit. Don’t get me wrong, this show is great when it works. But I’m pretty sure there was a shift in directors for part 2 because, well.. It’s noticably more shit than part 1. Like, two episodes in, it’s leagues more shitty.

what the fuck who allowed this shit to happen was this the direction this show was supposed to go it looks like actual diarrhea

After doing some research, I found out that the first episode is the work of Baz Luhrmann, the director of Moulin Rouge!. This is seeming to congeal well with my theory of how the first episode is just.. better than the rest of the show. I love part 1, some things could have been better, but overall quite solid and a constant watcher for sure. But the 1 1/2 hour first episode is just more gripping than any other in the entire series for me. And it’s disappointing, because this is what the whole thing could have been.

Maybe it should have just been a movie. It could’ve been a 2 1/2 hour movie by the director of Moulin Rouge! and everyone would have been happy because it wouldn’t be long and drawn out and end up in dumb love triangles with white characters for no reason.

Man. I’m really not sure if I should finish after episode 2 of the second part or just call it quits. That’s how bad this giant fucking animation roadblock is for me with this show. I’ll probably give the rest of it a chance but I’ll be damned if it’s not live action. I’m skipping this Little Bill quality bullshit every time I see it from now on. What could the new director be thinking? What’s happened to tasteful, nuanced media for intellectuals as opposed to watered down animation for kids..

Make The Get Down great again. Please. Please please please. It was my favorite show for a brief period and I really want it to be again.

#the get down #netflix #netflix original #netflix original series #review #tv review #sequelitis #the shittiest animation fish tacos can buy

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My Top 132 Songs Of 2016

Previously: 2015, 2014, 2013, 2012, 2011

Haven’t started writing this yet, but after peaking at 73 songs in 2013, then dipping to 67 and 71 the last two years, it is unbelievable we hit 132 (blame Spotify’s easy ability to save music and create playlists).

I debated skipping around, but nahhh, let’s get it.

As always, the criteria/info:

This is a list of songs I personally like, not ones I’m saying are the “best” from the year; more subjective than objective

No artist is featured more than once

If it comes down to choosing between two songs for an artist, I try to give more weight to a single or featured track; it’s not the ultimate factor, but it typically makes sharing the music easier

Speaking of... each song on the list is linked in the title if you wanna check out some for yourself

BOBBY VS. THE SONGS, FID

132) Kendrick Lamar - “untitled 07 | levitate”

Yeah, not gonna do the thing everyone else is doing where we pretend Kendrick is making amazing music with 2016′s throwaway release. I had to trudge through so much weird-and-not-fun stuff on “Butterfly” last year; it’s time to be done with it. Kendrick is obviously a top flight MC and could end up as an all-time great, but, like, come on -- this is from an EP of b-sides, it’s (probably) the best song... and it’s still not that memorable. How this record is ended up on so many year end best of lists mystified me.

131) Young Thug - “Drippin'”

Thugger spazzin’ around.

130) 2 Chainz f/ Lil Wayne - “Gotta Lotta”

Eh, this song’s aight; beat good, kinda sticks with you sometimes. Funny it should be listed as “2 Chainz & Lil Wayne” -- peep the very creative album art -- yet ended up as a 2 Chainz solo feature (on technicality alone) due to Weezy’s ongoing label issues. These two play off each other well.

129) Real Friends - “Mokena”

This song is good, but it’s... a little too angst-y at points.

128) Iggy Pop - “American Valhalla”

The best compliment I can give this song is it sounds unlike anything I’ve ever heard. Not a fun listen every time, but if you consciously immerse, it can definitely work.

127) The Avett Brothers - “Ain't No Man”

Good mom song; feels like fun. passed the torch with this one.

126) Paul Simon - “Horace And Pete”

Louis C.K. got Simon to write a theme song for his dramedy “Horace and Pete”, and the diminutive one came through in spades. I sometimes like to shoehorn in the f-word when singing along to help break up some of the seriousness. But yeah, this feels like a ‘60s classic even though it’s essentially brand new.

125) Frank Ocean - “Nikes”

The A.V. Club summed up my opinion of the Frank Ocean record with one swift line: “On first listen, Blonde feels like a Cracker Jack box with no toy in it.”

Amen.

Don’t get it twisted: I love Frank, still believe in Frank, and of course consider “channel ORANGE” to (objectively) be one of the greatest albums of this generation, but “Blonde”? It didn’t connect. Somewhat reluctantly, I picked this song for the list because it was the first one I heard, and it stands as a symbol of the initial hope which faded over a few listens. But when Ocean breaks in after all the high pitched singing, it does feel like a moment.

Also, this line will always stick: “RIP Pimp C / RIP Trayvon, that n**** look just like me”.

124) DJ Khaled f/ Jay-Z & Future - “I Got The Keys”

DJ Khaled is a talentless jackass, annoyingly ad libbing his way into our brains. Unfortunately, my personal favorite artist chooses to make listenable songs with him. Alas, No. 124. Jay slaying with “My wife Beyoncé, I brag different”. Future... being Future.

123) Slim Thug - “King”

The always underrated Slim Thug, hangin’ out and tellin’ you about his life. Also lifting weights. Minus points for using the Pimp C sample Jigga used in “FuckWithMeYouKnowIGotIt” only three years ago.

122) American Football - “Give Me The Gun”

This band will never hit for me as much as it does with cool/laid back guitar people, but I enjoyed this tune. And I wish my friend Luke were here to listen with me.

121) Craig Finn - “Screenwriters School”

Craig Finn, as slow and chill as you’ll ever hear him.

120) Mikey Erg - “1001 Smashed Motel Rooms”

Solid verses, big chorus, and you can almost, like, tell he’s bald by the voice (not an insult).

119) Cassadee Pope - “Summer”

The former Hey Monday singer goes in on the strongest season.

118) The Cool Kids - “Connect 4″

It’s very difficult to write about The Cool Kids without using the word “cool”, but man, these guys have such a great interplay. It’s not two separate dudes taking turns; it’s a glorious intertwine with true chemistry.

117) Third Eye Blind - “Cop vs. Phone Girl"

This is our first song I’d call an imperative listen. I say this because you need you to hear Stephan Jenkins sing “Why's it so hard to say ‘Black Lives Matter’? / Doesn't mean that you're anti-white / Take it from me, I'm super fucking white”.

He remains bulletproof.

116) Wakrat - “Sober Addiction”

I was positive this song was a jam after one listen, but I’ve listened 3-4 times since, and it’s gotten progressively worse each time. If that’s not enough of a hook, the singer is the Rage Against The Machine bassist.

115) Owl Meet Rabbit - “This Side Of The Nut House”

A Christmas song with a “National Lampoon” reference.

114) YG f/ Drake & Kamaiyah - “Why You Always Hatin?”

Still a little unclear why Drake keeps agreeing to be in YG songs. His verse references sliding into DMs.

113) Yo Gotti f/ Nicki Minaj - “Down In The DM (Remix)”

...and we also have a track titled after it. My biggest memory with this song will be feeling sick in an Uber from Chicago to Forest Park on, like, a weekday morning but still mustering the nerve to laugh at the chorus, which is egregious enough before the “bridge” of “Snapchat me that pussy, if it’s cool”. Seriously. RIP, music.

112) The Dirty Nil - “Zombie Eyed”

This rips.

111) Microwave - “Homebody”

A good song that pulls you in further when the distortion gets bigger in the chorus.

110) AJJ - “Terrifyer”

Some days, you're a member of Queen Other days, you're a Kottonmouth King Some days, you're Emilio Estevez Other days, you're Charlie Sheen

109) Band of Horses - “Casual Party”

These guys are all smooth harmonies.

108) Fitz and the Tantrums - “HandClap”

This song is pretty unoffensive, but it’s catchy enough to work.

107) Nothing - “The Dead Are Dumb”

“The Dead Are Dumb” -or- if the “Twin Peaks” theme actually went somewhere.

106) Car Seat Headrest - “Unforgiving Girl (She's Not An)”

This band kinda reminds me of The Strokes; just a liiiiiitle less New York street and a tad more indie.

105) Vince Staples f/ Kilo Kish - “Loco”

Vince got into the news this year after defending the mom who had an extreme distaste for his lyrics in 2015′s “Norf Norf”. Let’s just say she also would not enjoy this one. His interplay with Kilo is on point.

104) GTA f/ Vince Staples - “Little Bit of This”

‘ey, it’s Vince again, and this one is stronger; somehow topping the high energy of “Loco” with another level of fire-spitting.

103) The Living End - “Monkey”

The Aussies broke a 13 year album hiatus with 2016′s “Shift”, and “Monkey”, one of the lead singles, did not disappoint. There will always be a place for songwriting like this.

102) Vic Mensa - “16 Shots”

This song is so raw and street and real. Sometimes you hear something, and it just cuts like a knife. I’m talking a “Straight Outta Compton” level here. Mensa has thoughts on police brutality in Chicago, and he ain’t holding back. He played this live on Kimmel, and his solemn-yet-wired energy could not be ignored.

101) Boyd & The Stahfools - “Summerly”

Some might say BATS sold out with this very commercial ode to Pollyanna’s raspberry wheat ale, but when you consume as much of it as those boys do, I say it’s legit art.

100) Macklemore & RL f/ J. Woods - “White Privelege II”

This is kinda like the Third Eye Blind message on Black Lives Matter, only the exact opposite. It’s... quite heavy handed, and while I like that from Macklemore, I realize a lot do not. All I can say in his defense is, like, man, it really seems like this dude is trying, and he certainly attempted to involve the right people. If that’s not good enough for you, I get it.

(Plus, he kinda digs on Iggy; throwing y’all a bone, just take it.)

99) Conor Oberst - “A Little Uncanny”

Oberst sounds a ton like Bob Dylan in this one, but he also sounds a ton like Oberst. It’s kinda like two massive folk tidal waves crashing into each other.

98) Cymbals Eat Guitars - “Have A Heart”

CEG -- despite a terrific name -- have always made music that felt obtuse, but this is the first song that felt ready-made to, like, give normal people a window to check out the band.

97) Green Day- “Bang Bang”

Everyone wants to over-analyze Green Day. But if you don’t do that, you’ll enjoy this as a fast and easy pop-punk song. It plays at my gym sometimes, and I always kinda assume people are annoyed by it. To quote Josh from “Heavyweights”, this pleases me.

96) James Vincent McMorrow - “Get Low”

Chill/cool.

95) The Flatliners - “Hang My Head”

This won’t end up in their all-time Top 5, but it’s a good song, and it was nice to hear from this band in 2016.

94) AFI - “Snow Cats”

This would sound right at home as a mid-tempo number on “Sing The Sorrow”.

93) Jay Electronica - “#TBE The Curse Of Mayweather”

Oof, what a shitty title. So, this is Jay Elect’s “blast back” at Kendrick Lamar after K-Dot slaughtered the rap game (and shit, maybe rap itself) in 2013′s “Control”. But here’s the thing... “Control” was “Control”. No one is topping “Control”. No one is successfully going at “Control”. That’s in its own stratosphere. Was it fun to see the enigmatic MC try? Sure. Did it make any type of impact? Eh, no. But I did enjoy the fake Kendrick voice.

92) The Dyes - “Loudmouth”

Out of every song so far, I’ve found this the toughest to write about. My favorite part is probably the way the guitar and bass play off each other, but my second favorite part has to be how sinister and swaggery it sounds.

91) Big Sean - “Get My Shit Together”

Maaaan, I missed Big Sean in 2016 after an extremely fruitful 2015. The few times he did surface -- on other people’s songs -- he stayed in form, so you’ll see more of him as this goes.

It feel like young Ray Allen with the white twins

90) Emeli Sandé f/ Jay Electronica & Áine Zion - “Garden”

Serene, with a fitting Jay Elect verse.

89) Yumi Zouma - “Haji Awali”

Chiller than a Coleman.

88) Jimmy Eat World - “Get Right”

We’ve talked about this before, but JEW typically have sunny day feel good songs, or nighttime darkness-type songs; this one’s the latter.

87) Into It. Over It. - “No EQ”

Sooooo good; melodic and percussive and soulful. It tugs at your heart just the right amount.

86) The Front Bottoms - “Joanie”

This really, really sounds like a Front Bottoms song, which I mostly mean as a compliment but also... am slightly worried about as it pertains to future material.

85) The Lumineers - “Ophelia”

Would I like to steal this song and give it to a girl and say I wrote it to mega impress her? Uh, duh. Piano for dayz.

84) Viola Beach - “Swings & Waterslides”

Kinda a lighter version of the Arctic Monkeys; mostly the singing... but in a big way.

83) The Game - “92 Bars”

It’s sposta be a Meek Mill diss, but it’s basically Game freestyling about a buncha stuff over a workable beat. Some real solid lines, too. My favorites:

- “I can kill you in four bars, that's a Kit Kat”

- “Let me tell you who suck, like banana Now and Laters” (haha)

- “Give me Left Eye back, take Fetty Wap and the Raiders”

- “Gum by them Yeezys, I'm the 6'5" Eazy” (MVP bar?)

- “This the Golden State and my shooters ain't on no hoop shit” (coooold)

82) OMI - “Hula Hoop”

I’mma give the write up here to my girl Alyssa Pawola, via her husband, Jeff Pawola (who watched the video after she was told the song reminded me of him):

She agreed with you!

She says it's because the singer dances similar to me and is a little goofy (compliment?), whereas all the girls around him are really good dancers (thus, her).

81) Joey Purp f/ Chance The Rapper - “Girls @”

If you’re not all-in on this song by the seven or eight second mark, then you can probably pass. HOWEVA, Chance and his 3 hat appear later on, so we call that incentive, young Bucky.

80) Vinnie Caruana - “I Don’t Believe You”

The feels like a last-song-on-the-record kinda track.

/looks up if it was the last song on the record

...8 of 10!

(Close enough.)

79) No Lenox - “Leave”

This song is heart and blood, with a rare use of “fucking” from Chris Trott.

78) JANK - “Versace Summer”

JANK is interesting. All of their artwork and motif make them seem like stoners (and maybe they are), but the music itself is so technical and synced. Like, you know they’re trying and very capable. So as weird as seeing “Versace” next to “JANK” might look, maybe it’s this high end brand that truly does fit their sound over, say, Faygo. But yeah, by the time this song is done, even though they’ve played the chorus a handful of times, you probably wouldn’t mind a handful more.

77) White Lung - “Dead Weight”

This band is just the coolest shit. They always go so, so hard, but this time, there’s a guitar playing mega bad ass leads to help even things out. I would believe you if you told me the guitar was also shooting lasers.

76) Descendents - “Without Love”

Like The Living End, the Descendents have also been out of the ��releasing new records’ game for over a decade. And as jokey of a band as they’ve been in the past, this song has some of the same earnestness and vulnerability we heard on 2004′s “Cool To Be You”.

75) Andrew Bird - “Roma Fade”

For sure a candidate for coolest song title of 2016.

74) LVL UP - “Hidden Driver”

This is too indie for its own good.

73) A$AP Ferg f/ Big Sean - “World Is Mine”

Mostly included for Sean. Sorry, Ferg -- but you did give him the hook and a verse.

72) AM Taxi - “Enough To Feel Like Enough”

Like The Front Bottoms song from earlier, this AM Taxi song is very AM Taxi. But I ain’t ever worried about AM Taxi.

71) Rozwell Kid - “Baby’s First Sideburns”

Not sure I’ve ever heard a weak song by this band.

70) PARTYNEXTDOOR f/ Drake - “Come And See Me”

If you wanted to upset your love interest in 2016, hitting him or her with the “I hear you talkin' 'bout ‘we’ a lot, oh, you speak French now?” line was probably a good place to start.

69) Tancred - “Bed Case”

Kinda ‘90s, right? Nice.

68) Thrice - “Blood On The Sand”

Moderate take alert: I purport the Thrice singer sounds like Dave Grohl in this song, particularly during the chorus. Come at me with your agrees or disagrees.

67) MakeWar - “Ode”

The dude on this band’s album cover always reminds me of Rafa Nadal, which is weird, as I’d argue he looks -20% like Rafa Nadal. This song has a downcast energy. I think I wanna see these dudes live.

66) PKEW PKEW PKEW - “Asshole Pandemic”

Party punk, wooooo. You will not find a more circular 2016 lyric than “Why’s this fuckin’ dick gotta be such a cock?”

65) Adam Friedman f/ Mike Posner - “Lemonade”

blue eyes >>> brown eyes, Adam.

64) Matt and Kim - “Let’s Run Away”

As always-always-always, Matt and Kim are having more fun than we are.

63) Ariana Grande f/ Nicki Minaj - “Side To Side”

As recently as 40 days ago, I was emaling my friends about this track with the very loaded “I’m not sure this song is good at all”.

My buddy Brian’s response will probably jar you like it jarred me:

Gotta say, I have a soft spot for this song. I think the beat is pretty banging and the subject matter is a plus. Like, we do have to acknowledge that she's walking side to side because she's been having sex with dude all night and day and now her vagina is too sore to walk like a regular person. I can dig that.

Well then.

62) With You. f/ Vince Staples - “Ghost”

Weird music video, but definitely my favorite version of Vince that we got in 2016.

61) Fifth Harmony f/ Ty Dolla $ign - “Work From Home”

I was listening to this song with my girlfriend the other day, and I said something like “This song could really use a rap cameo”. Enter: the very forgettable Ty Dolla $ign. Still, a fun, sexty song. Also, I believe this is our first -- and only? -- song to have over one billion YouTube views (!!!).

60) Masked Intruder - “If Only”

This made it over other MI candidates due to the Winnie Cooper reference.

59) Fat Joe, Remy Ma, Jay-Z f/ French Montana & Infared - “All The Way Up (Remix)”

An easy chorus for sports teams to co-opt, as well as a “fuck off me” Jay verse. He bucks “Lemonade”, ups his products for the infinite time, and drops the mic after:

The OG's say, "Hov, how high is high enough?" I said "'till we eye and eye with the higher ups" Until we let 'em know, we ain't those n****s Until our baby's showered in gold, n**** Blue looking like Pac in the tub David LaChapelle levels of not giving a fuck Prince left his masters where they safe and sound We never gonna let the elevator take him down

Man.

Worry not, cockroach French is around to muck things up. It’s salvaged by a real dope Remy Ma verse, though.

58) Al Scorch - “Everybody Out”

The perfect soundtrack for escaping a busted speakeasy.

57) Tegan and Sara - “Dying To Know”

This song makes the list because the “Boyfriend” chorus was lazy as hell; it was like the “Closer” chorus, version 2.0. Conversely, “Dying To Know” has real emotion and a big, legit chorus.

56) Bloc Party - “The Good News”

A song I fear no one will like but me... but hey, my list.

55) New Lenox - “It’s Its Own Thing”

This is a song I wrote (and drummed on) about how winter sucks. It’s also about Chicago, being alone, finding someone, and using Banner Pilot to get through tough, frozen times. Shout out to Dave Rokos for singing the majority of the leads and Chris Trott for producing.

54) Julien Baker - “Photobooth”

I became enamored with the voice and talent of 21-year-old phenom Julien Baker throughout 2016, and though she released her debut album in 2015 (ALL TRACKS DISQUALIFIED, CHICA), she did drop this Death Cab cover for The A.V. Club this year, so I found a way to get her in the door. Now that we’re all here, I’ll give the floor to Deadspin’s Tom Ley:

What I did not expect was to like this version of the song so much that I now become visibly disgusted when I try to go back and listen to the original. Like all the good, thoughtful teens of my era, I spent a lot of time listening to Death Cab in my car, and I used to nod along pleasantly when “Photobooth” came on. But now I’m just angry I ever wasted any time listening to a lesser version of the song. In my opinion, Death Cab should just turn their entire catalog over to Julien Baker and be done with it.

Ironically, I will be seeing Baker open up for Death Cab singer Ben Gibbard later this January.

53) Desiigner - “Panda”

This is a bad song... but it’s incredibly listenable (for about 30 seconds, only it keeps going for a normal amount of time). It got upped on Kanye’s album, which likely sparked public interest in this mumble rap disaster. Literally the best thing you can say is it’s a Future rip off -- and he’s not all that great to begin with.

/sadly looks up YouTube view total

190 million; Fifth Harmony is like “pshhhh”.

Yet, “Panda” somehow endures. It feels fresh, saying “panda” repatedly never seems to tire, and it burned down the dance floor at Brian Pawola’s wedding this summer; old and young alike wanted to be pandas.

Now is also probably a good time to disclose my Halloween costume...

52) Cloud Nothings - “Modern Act”

Me, blogging about my excitement for the new Cloud Nothings album that drops in three weeks.

51) A Tribe Called Quest f/ André 3000 - “Kids” (no link)

Welcome back.

50) Run The Jewels - “Talk To Me”

Haven’t listened to RTJ3, but it’s only been out for, like, 10 days. Still, this song is as reliably dope as they’ve always been. I also felt compelled to include ATCQ and RTJ in these spots to ensure they were not above “Panda”.

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49) Kevin Devine - “No History”

My aforementioned buddy Dave Rokos likes this song because of its big chorus, and I’d also like to use it as a selling point.

48) Kings Of Leon - “Reverend”

For as big as Kings Of Leon are, I haven’t really heard this song anywhere.

47) Rae Sremmurd f/ Gucci Mane - “Black Beatles”

I always thought Rae Sremmurd were kinda meh (at best) and Gucci Mane was an idiot’s idiot (at absolute best), but this song’s a banger -- and this conclusion was reached prior to it going viral with the Mannequin Challenges. Speaking of... my 2016 Black Wednesday:

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46) Grimes - “Kill V. Maim”

This song is straight out of a video game or action movie. Like, get ready to fight a boss or something.

45) Dave Hause - “With You”

Heartfelt ballad that feels sprawled out across a few genres.

44) Robin Thicke f/ Nas - “Deep”

What do we get when we combine a dude with no credibility and feature a dude with tons of credibility? A sneaky sizzling collab. And if you still got beef, remember: it ain’t that deep.

43) Against Me! - “Rebecca”

A lot of people have had this AM! song on their year end lists, and I wasn’t seeing it, but after a few extra spins, it became pretty clear this was thee highlight from the album. It’s got this kinetic energy, spinning out of control while somehow maintaining perfect balance.

42) Restorations - “See”

Restorations make spectrum songs; ones you listen to while the world moves in slow motion at an airport reunion, while time stops after a death, or stretches out on an overly contemplative Sunday evening. What I’m saying is, these dudes control the clocks.

41) Aaron West and the Roaring Twenties - “Green Like The G Train, Green Like Sea Foam”

Soupy from The Wonder Years’ solo project keeps -- PUN INTENDED -- chuggin’ along with this one. He’s singing in the same gear he always sings in, but the chorus and always trusty synced rhythms that break it in two definitely get me goin’.

40) Titus Andronicus - “No Future”

Titus Andronicus covering Craig Finn, and they add just the right amount of anguish to the proceedings. There’s such an obvious-yet-still-clever element to the “February’s about as long as it is wide” line.

39) Rihanna - “Needed Me” (NSFW-ish video)

This song is good -- Mustard on the beat, natch -- but RiRi murdering a dude in the back of a strip club in the video might be better.

38) Jeff Rosenstock - “Festival Song”

The former Bomb the Music Industry! singer dipped his toe in a few genres throughout his 2016 album “Worry”, though I’m not sure how to describe this one; it’s kind of spastic punk with some synthy keyboards and a catchy outro, strong enough to throw two capable haymakers as the song enters its final minute.

37) The Steve Adamyk Band f/ Colleen Green - “Carry On”

I hadn’t even heard of this band a month ago, but “Carry On” has quickly become a favorite; toe-tappin' rock.

36) The Naked And Famous - “Higher”

This band seems like they’d have -- there is no better word I’m so sorry -- epic concerts. Also, don’t miss out on the “In The Air Tonight”-sounding fills.

35) Phantogram - “You Don’t Get Me High Anymore”

Brilliant drum samples, drug stuff, and a pop sensibility; you seriously could not ask for more.

34) Child Bite - “Vermin Mentality”

This song is quite harsh, and I imagine if you had individual approval ratings for all 132 of these songs, it would very easily finish in the bottom five. That said, I think it rocks, and it reminds me of the Dead Kennedys’ best scenario.

33) Joyce Manor - “Last You’ve Heard Of Me”

Sure, I reacted like a mom when I saw Barry’s new neck tattoo in the video, but the song was the redeemer. Recommended if you like the Everclear “Santa Monica” intro, marijuana makes you tired, or you’ve found love in the parking lot outside a karaoke bar.

32) Cassino - “Alabama Song”

If you did happen to listen to “Vermin Mentality”, this’ll probably be the song to get that taste out of your mouth. I love its overall laid back vibe, even if what it’s about remains unclear after a good chunk of listens.

31) Direct Hit! - “Was It The Acid?”

This one lost several punk points after the singer revealed he did not use hard drugs. But still.

30) Bayside - “Pretty Vacant”

My buddy Brian Pawola doesn’t like this song because of the teenage-y “I can’t believe this is my life, I’m pretty vacant all the time” chorus, but that’s precisely why I do. Also, apparently the album it’s off of is called “Vacancy”, haha.

29) PUP - “Familiar Patterns”

Feels weird not picking a single, but this one was always my favorite; the same percussive power, shreddy singing, and unrelenting noise we got in their debut a few years ago. Also funny: they named their 2016 album “The Dream Is Over”, which is what the PUP singer’s doctor told him after diagnosing his vocal chord ailment.

28) Tokyo Police Club - “Not My Girl”

Sometimes, I wanna tell non-punk fans TPC is what all punk rock sounds like, because even though the band has more of a pop-indie element, they do seem like the genre’s best case scenario more often than not.

27) The Falcon - “If Dave Did It”

Feels like sacrilege picking a Dave Hause fronted track for my Falcon choice. After all, this is Brendan Kelly’s group, and after an EP and two full lengths, it’s Dave’s first ever time fronting a song in the band. But this song kept standing out. It also has a small drum solo, and even though basically all drum solos are bad, Neil Hennessy’s on the kit -- so you know you’re in good hands.

26) Chance The Rapper f/ 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne - “No Problem”

Chance’s “Coloring Book” was so positive and creative and multi-faceted that it feels a little wrong to pick a song that’s more traditional rap with typical guests, but it really is the best song, you know? For whatever reason, Lil Wayne’s nonchalant verse was my favorite, with his initial bars being the highlight:

I got problems bigger than these boys My deposits, they be on steroids Lord, free the Carter, n****s need the Carter Sacrificin' everything, I feel like Jesus Carter

But sure, we can also highlight funny 2 Chainz things:

- “Inside of the Maybach look like it came out of Ikea / Run shit like diarrhea” (oh my god)

- “Aye, aye, captain / I'm high, captain / I'm so high / Me and God dappin'” (haha)

Also, if you don’t raise-and-drop your arms for the “huh! huh!” part before the beat kicks in at the beginning after “lobby”, you’re a monster.

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25) David Rokos - “Pacific Time”

Falling in lust with a California girl who has the keys to bomb ass hotel room overlooking the ocean? What self-deprecating heterosexual dude isn’t signing up for this?

24) NOFX - “Six Years On Dope”

Thrash punk, with Fat Mike and Eric Melvin divvying up the vocals after arguing to start the song. Here’s the July 2016 description I emailed to the gf:

So, the lead singer has kind of a flat, annoying voice, but then there's this guitarist who mostly does yell parts and not a lot of leads, but in this song, they both basically trade off yelling, and the guitar is blaring, and it just does not relent. They've released a million records at this point, but something about it feels so fresh. Like new blood has been infused into all of them.