#and I'm like gee the bar is in hell ��

[knaveofmogadore]

Hang..

[adaptacy]

Johnny Slaughter x Drunk!Virgin!Reader

It is angsty, and kinda sad, and very dub-con (practically non-con), and also just- Johnny with feelings? if streams of consciousness don't make sense, that's the point. also i'm tired so sorry for spelling mistakes or if i just use the wrong word sometimes LMAO

"Alright, I've gotcha." You were leaning all of your weight into him as he sauntered down the sidewalk, and you didn't let up even as he inserted the key he'd just received into the door, twisting the handle and opening it up into a half-assed room, typical for the cheap motel you were staying up.

"You really... mmbooked 'em just for... me?" You slurred, your head lazily flopping onto his bicep as he led you inside, closing the door behind him.

"Didn't tell me you were such a lightweight," the man sighed, helping you over to the white queen-size bed, which you didn't put up any fight against, collapsing onto the comforter and giggling. At what? You didn't know.

"We should, mhmhm, kiss." You blinked, slowly, up at him, seeing triple. Triple hot. Triple hunk. Triple gentleman. He was being so sweet. He carried you here, gave you a ride, he promised your parents wouldn't figure out that their golden child was getting wasted at some rural bar miles away from home. He was so caring.

Sure, you'd only known him for like two hours, but those two hours said so much. He didn't say much. Well, he did. Flirted a lot. Was he flirting? Did you misunderstand? No, no, he got you a motel room. Just for you. He was definitely flirting. He was like a guardian angel, wasn't he?

You made a mistake, a lot of mistakes, actually. A lot of shots. A lot of alcohol. Glasses and glasses of mistakes. But he was here to make sure you wouldn't be making anymore. He was protecting you. God, what a sweetheart. "What's your name again?" You mumbled, your tongue twisting around itself to form some terrible labyrinth.

"Johnny," he reminded, bending down over you and catching your lips in a kiss. His was gentle, but forward. Yours was sloppy, messy, hungry, dazed. You were sloppy. And messy. Oh, your parents would never forgive you.

"Johnny, I'm so... ugh, you're lovely," you complimented, your nose bumping against his as he tried to kiss you again, but you just had to let him know first. "So loving. We should get married," you giggled.

"Baby steps, darlin'."

"I'm your darling?" You hummed, smiling sweetly. Innocently. What the hell were you doing? No wonder the bartender warned you. But he paid for your drinks. He was just so generous. How could he possibly be single? You were so lucky to have him. "I think I love you."

"You're crazy," he laughed, the sound sweet and appetizing and so manly. You laughed too, because you wanted to be like him. Wanted to take care of people like he was. Wanted to be big and strong like he was. Wanted to be so sweet, wanted to kiss like he did. He was perfect. He kissed you again, and you kept giggling, your skin crawling with... excitement? nausea? you couldn't really tell the difference. "You wanna go through with this?"

With what? "Mhm," you hummed, closing your eyes for just a moment. Then you opened them again, and he was still there. All three- two? Four? All of him- them? Ugh. "Yuh-huh," you affirmed. If he wanted to, you'd do it. No clue what 'it' was, but he was a good decision maker. You were clearly, definitely, obviously, drunkenly not.

"You done this before?"

"Yeah." Done what? You'd done a lot of things. You hadn't gone skydiving. Or bungee jumping. What a funny word. Bungee. Bun-gee. "Bunnn, geeee," you announced, and Johnny squinted at you. You giggled. What'd he say?

"I'm gonna take yer shirt off now." He kissed your cheek, and you nodded. Was he going to get you into a bath? Oh, he was such a sweetiepie. Like a grandmother. But hot. and muscular. and young. and had a way deeper voice. and, actually, he wasn't like a grandmother at all. but he still made you smile.

He removed your shirt, and you tried to lift your head to kiss him, but your head was so heavy, and your muscles were so weak. Ugh, you wished you had muscles like him. he could lift your head. you definitely couldn't.

The best part was, he did lift your head. and he did kiss you. He was a mind reader, too? Was he even real? Men like this didn't exist. Not really. men as sweet, and loving, and gentle, and-

His hands were on your pants. Strange. He knew what he was doing. You trusted him. What was his name again? "Joey," you thanked.

"Johnny," he corrected.

"Mister Johnny," you slurred, brushing noses with him. He kissed you again, and he tasted like the bar. He'd been drinking too. He was like your drunk-buddy. Drinking buddy. And designated driver. A perfect package. Why are engagement rings so expensive?

"You alright?" His voice spoke again, and you blinked, finding that there were now only two of him. That you could see. Your vision was dark at the sides, but who needed peripheral vision, anyways? He was tugging your bottoms down your legs, and you looked up at him.

Somewhere, distant, faint, barely even present in your mind- somewhere, something clicked. Some puzzle pieces snapped together. You could make out the shape of the puzzles, the caves and the peninsulas, but they were blank pieces. There was no puzzle. It was blurry. Fuzzy. Like a puppy. Or a kitten. Or a squirrel.

"What?" you mumbled.

"Eyes on me, sweetpea. You alright?"

It was hard to focus on him since you'd have to focus on two images at once, but you tried your best. It only brought a headache. "Why... wouldn't I be?"

"You're awful' drunk."

"I'm knows," you scoffed.

"Do ya?"

"Obvs," you reminded, reaching up a hand and pawing at his face as you tried to boop him, grinning up at him. His hair draped over his pair of faces, and you wanted to bite it. Wanted to pull it. ugh, you were such a bad person. who made bad decisions. you hated alcohol. why'd you even stumble into that bar? your parents would be so mad.

Her eyes were almost crossed, and Johnny found it dizzying to try and gain her attention. She swatted at his forehead as she replied, and he pulled back ever so slightly. Gently, he pulled her hand down, trying to be patient with her. She'd been tipsy when he got there, but this was something else.

He tried not to think about it- This wasn't his first drunken sexual encounter, and wouldn't be his last. His lips pressed to her chest, his fingers caressing the insides of her thighs. She was warm, inviting, almost intoxicating. Then again, it could've been the potent taste of alcohol on her tongue. Stronger than his own. He swore she didn't have that much to drink, and she knew what to order- It wasn't her first time drinking, or so he assumed.

He'd hardly understood a word she'd bumbled on the way home. A ramble about her parents and treehouses here, another about college and service animals there. He didn't bother trying to decipher her codes. He was sure she didn't even have a clue what she was saying, so it wasn't his responsibility to figure it out.

Her fingers played with his hair, awkwardly tugging and scraping at his scalp, but he didn't mind. She mumbled something out, but the more time he spent with her, the less precise her words got. At this point, they were unintelligible, but she seemed happy while saying them. Oddly enough, it brought a smile to his face.

He reached down, unbuckling his belt. She continued with her string of corrupted vowels as he did so, and he ended his trail of kisses on her stomach before standing up straight once more. Her body was so... pristine. Shiny? It had this certain glow to it- a glow that her eyes lacked. They were stuck half-lidded, even feigning unconsciousness a few times, but he'd been proven wrong each time when she'd open her mouth to quickly inform him of how much she loved sunflowers, or to tell him an impossible-to-follow story about her first pet. He'd listened- not understood, but listened, to her, and then she'd fall back into silence for a few more minutes.

And even so, when she was so clearly destroyed by the liquor she'd been drinking like water, she looked so peaceful. She lay on the bed below him, completely flat, completely relaxed. Her arms casually positioned above her, her palms facing him. He wanted to hold her hand. So he did, and it brought a small smile to her face.

He wasn't going to stick around after this. He never did. He never wanted to. But she- she was so intriguing. So strange. He wanted to learn more about her, wanted to understand her. Wanted to listen to her stupid rambles and her whispered confusion. He wanted to see her frustrated, wanted to see her cry, wanted to see her confident, wanted to see her.

Shit. Maybe he wasn't all that sober. His hips leaned forward, and her eyebrows slanted, barely enough for him to notice. But he caught on, and his brows mimicked her movement. He was close to entering her, sliding between her folds, but he wasn't inside. Not yet. She looked confused.

"We're makin' love?" She asked, and Johnny narrowed his eyes, cracking a smile. That was a first. It was always fucking, or having sex, or getting laid, or some other degenerate nickname. Making love? That was for married people. Old couples. People with kids. People with commitments. Didn't she understand?

"Yeah, darlin', we're gonna make love," he replied, leaning down and kissing her neck. "Is that alright?"

"Mhm," she answered, and Johnny released a breath. She wasn't going back to his place. But he wasn't going to hers, either. Too innocent to be a victim, too drunk to be a partner. This was just another in his long list of mistakes. Another night that he'd forget after a few more bottles, a few more weeks, a few more stolen cigarettes, a few more kills. He always forgot them. He'd had too many. Needed a break far too much.

And she was surely the same.

And yet, when he pushed in, there was a tension, and then it broke. Something- something physical, something inside of her broke. And she whimpered, like he'd cut her. Her voice was light as she asked "What?"

Johnny couldn't move. He couldn't act. He couldn't continue. He couldn't speak. He wished he couldn't think, but that was all he did. When he looked down, his worst fears were confirmed. Dripping onto the white comforter were two marks of scarlet, and Johnny squeezed her hand.

No. No, no, no, no. No way.

Johnny held his breath. Wanted to wake up. He never felt bad. he never felt sympathy. He never regret things from his heart, only from his head.

but there was a singe in his chest. A poking in his lungs. And, despite her consciousness being continents away, she realized. Or, at the very least, picked up on his guilt.

"Please don't be mad," she whimpered, her voice breaking. And she cried. She held it back, but tears weren't easily disguised. He shook his head, trying to pretend that it was fine. Trying to pretend that this was normal, that he regularly took girls- drunk girls, pretty, innocent, completely wasted girls virginities.

But he didn't. And it showed.

"It's okay, I'm not mad," he assured, his jaw tight. He didn't know what to do. It was too late. Maybe she wouldn't remember in the morning. Maybe she wouldn't realize what she'd given up--

No.

What he'd taken from her. Stolen from her. Why would he assume? Why would he ever think this was a good idea? Why would-

"I'm sorry," she sobbed, and Johnny did something he'd never done before. Never even thought to do.

He leaned down, and he hugged her. She hugged him back- or, tossed her arms over his back, her drunken sobs hitting his chest like a goddamn bullet. He made girls cry on purpose. He made them scream, and sob, and bleed-

She was doing all of that. But he did not want her to. He shushed her, kissing the nape of her neck, running his hand over her back, all in an attempt to comfort her. He shouldn't care. He'd never cared. He had never shown any feelings towards anyone for any goddamn reason. He was not that person.

But he felt like a bad person. He'd killed people, but that wasn't the issue right now.

No, he was so much worse than that. She was sweet, and clueless, and couldn't handle her alcohol. She'd had a terrible night. No girl like her would be in a shithole bar if she hadn't. And he'd made it worse.

And come morning, she may not even be aware of it. She'd wake up, stranded, sore, sick, in a cheap motel, alone. She'd assume that she'd called a cab, she'd assume that she handled herself fine, but Johnny would know. He'd know the truth.

What was he doing?

Nancy was right. Running off and ignoring the family was a terrible idea. She'd sworn that he'd get himself into trouble, and while she'd definitely been talking about the law, or barfights, he felt like this was his karma. This was his trouble. Hell, it didn't even affect him. It shouldn't affect him.

But she was crying in his arms, and she didn't even fully understand why. And he held her, feeling a responsibility to care for her, to comfort her.

He was going to have to stick around, wasn't he?

Come morning, she'd wake up sore and sick, and with a stranger. And he'd be there. And he'd scare her, and stress her out, and hold her hair as she threw up tonight's mistakes, and he'd probably hug her again as she cried.

Johnny sighed, using his thumb to wipe her tears. She'd already fallen asleep. He laid her down, put her clothes back on as best as he could, and covered her up with the blankets. And he left the room.

He stood just outside, unpocketing a carton of cigarettes and putting one in his mouth, using a rusty black flip lighter to ignite the end.

He didn't know what he was going to do. But he felt a responsibility. An attachment. He didn't understand it. Maybe in the morning he'd lose all sympathy and be gone before she woke up, but he found that outcome unlikely.

He'd figure it out. He had to.

[astoldbychae]

G-Shade vs No G-Shade 😩

Oh. Em. Gee. YA'LL! It could be pitch black and Penny would STILL turn necks and break hearts, babyyyyyyy!

Everytime I look at her this is all I hear:

FUN FACT: Victoria Monet is Penny's Voice claim. I don't think I've ever shared that but when I revamped her a few years ago I had my glass of [insert adult beverage here] & Jaguar (the EP) on repeat and her vibe just gave me miss ma'am. Victoria is so sweet yet sexy, and sultry...mesmerizing...TALENTED! (and all that is Penny's vibe). So it was only right!

And I think our girl TJ agrees:

😩 Now before ya'll get on my ass, YES TJ is still happily, madly in love with Deijah BUT apparently she does pop up unannounced to the clurb (not dressed for the occasion) from time to time and appreciates beauty when she sees it! 🤣 She was chatting with her at the bar (until some lady was all up in their business)...so my assumption is they know each other since they're both celebrities or whatev's. hashtag story crossover moment! 🙃Maybe TJ got a friend or teammate for our girl...anywho...

Not sure what busted townie lady did...but Pens was PISSED! 😩

I thought homegirl was hangry and chips would help...

but nope! 🙄

THEN JUST WHEN I THOUGHT I WAS GONNA HAVE AN ENJOYABLE GAMEPLAY SESH...

thiiiiisssss heffa flew in like a bat outta hell (LITERALLY) and was staring Melo DOWN. I SHOULD'VE KNOWN TJ WAS HERE WITH HER FAVE PERSON! Her and Mel are inseparable! Back in Mel's party days they used to be trouble! Would have the girlies lined up!

Yup! Caught ya'll asses in 4K! [nothing happened but still...] LMAO

But it's the disrespect for me:

I stopped lurking on Penny for a moment to use control this sim for Marguerite because I wanted to see what she was about to do since she was staring at Mel like that but the AUDACITY of this heffa, it's Mel's speech bubble like "Hey Marguerite" and her's calling him trash! SHE IS OVER HERE GIVING HIM THE LOOK...BUT TRYNA COVER IT UP BY CALLIN THIS MAN TRASH! GIRL! If you don't get...😩 See, this is why she can never have nice things! She self sabotages like a MF! I can't make this up! As soon as I saw their speech bubbles I flung my laptop off my bed from laughing so hard. They are truly writing their own story at this point! I'm just here.

[inkwyvern]

The first draft of the first scene from my new Huskerdust fic, hopefully being published on Ao3 soon.

...

It only takes a moment for an empire to fall. One short, desperate moment, a badly-placed bet and a tight, suffocating handshake, and yet the fall from grace feels like an eternity. Husk had hit rock bottom a long time ago, yet he still felt like he was falling.

He was entirely convinced that Alastor had placed the hotel's bar along the west wall of the entrance hall on purpose. Through the stained-pink window across the hall Husk had the perfect view of his old empire; the neon lights in perpetual darkness a contrast to the fluorescent liveliness of the surrounding clubs. The Jackpot Casino had been an empty shell for years, and it was a bitter irony to Husk that even in his absence the building mirrored him perfectly. An old, empty shell, its once enviable glamour long forgotten.

His new empire stretched from the faded velvet barstools at one end of the bar, to the flickering Beelzejuice sign at the other. A wooden counter, ten feet of red carpet, and a half-finished bottle of whiskey stashed under the bar. That was his new paradise, for lack of a better one.

He sat on the stool behind the bar, fishing under the counter without looking. He'd reached for that bottle enough times to know where to put his hand. His gaze switched from the casino in the distance to the other end of the room, where the majority of the hotel's staff were grouped together on the faded couches.

“We can't just trust that things will work out.” Charlie turned back to the large whiteboard, the kind you'd find in an office or classroom, and studied it with a determined furrow in her brow. Husk wasn't entirely sure where she had managed to find such an object in Hell, but the Princess did always manage to surprise him with what she could accomplish when she put her mind to it. After all, she had just redeemed her very first sinner. At last, some semblance of payoff to her unending optimism.

“Pentious tried to kill us multiple times, if he can get into Heaven then Angel definitely can.” Vaggie shifted her legs on the couch to lean forwards.

It had only been 24 hours since the cherub entered the hotel, refusing to talk to Husk and instead waiting impatiently at the concierge desk. “Mm, yeah, no, I'm afraid I'll have to wait for Princess Charlotte. No yeah, sorry, this information is too important to be entrusted to anyone but the Princess!” Husk had found himself half-hoping Niffty would mistake the little pest for a bug and stab her between the wings. It was only once Charlie had appeared in the room that the cherub gave her the golden envelope that had changed everything.

“So don't this mean problem solved?” Angel kicked his legs up on the arm of the couch. “Why are we still stressin’ out over this shit?”

“Because we can't exactly keep killing all our guests and hoping they'll end up in Heaven, Angel.” As she spoke, Charlie doodled a tiny drawing of Angel on the board, complete with a tiny yellow halo. “Heaven's finally accepted that sinners can be redeemed, they're just not ready to open up the gates to demons yet.”

“Which means, they don't trust us not to send up an army of murderers and cannibals to invade,” Vaggie added, her tone dry as she glanced around the room, her eyes lingering on the more dubious characters who called the hotel home.

Angel rolled his eyes. “Gee, who knows why they think Hell is full of cannibals. I wonder where they got that idea from.” He nodded to a guest walking up the stairs nearby, one of the few cannibals that had stuck around after the battle against the exorcists.

The letter from Heaven was pinned up on the whiteboard with a little magnet shaped like a smiling cloud. Husk didn't need to read it again to remember what it said:

Princess Charlotte Morningstar,

We, the esteemed High Council of Heaven, write to inform you that a resident of your ‘Hazbin Hotel’ has, following an unfortunate miscommunication with an angel, reincarnated at the gates to Heaven's realm. As such, we are proposing a reconsideration of your redemption plan.

A new trial will be held to investigate the potential for a soul to be redeemed. If you are able to evidence that this hotel is the primary contributor to that soul's redemption, then we will consider opening our gates for more of your residents in the future. Until this date the annual extermination of souls shall be temporarily postponed, with its reinstatement dependent on the outcome of the trial.

The trial shall be held on the eve of the first lunar eclipse of the new year. Your attendance as Princess of Hell is required, as is that of your chosen resident and any character witnesses you deem necessary.

We hope that these proceedings can create a stronger bond between Heaven and Hell, and reduce any such misunderstandings in the future.

Sincerely,

The High Council of Heaven

‘Misunderstandings’, yeah fucking right, Husk thought to himself. What exactly about Pentious’ death had been a misunderstanding?

“Why am I being used as your fuckin’ guinea pig again?”

“Because you've progressed so much since you came here, Angel! I'm so proud of how far you've come!” Charlie was on the verge of tearing up at the thought, her eyes shining with the kind of hope that only she could maintain in a place like Hell.

“Plus you're the only resident we have left who's been here more than a month.” Vaggie added. Then, after a wounded look from her girlfriend, she conceded “and you've progressed a lot since you joined us, I guess.”

“Hey, I’m only here because Little Miss Princess over here decided to accost me in the streets.”

Charlie thought for a moment. “Hey Angel, do you think you would’ve checked into the hotel if I hadn’t asked you myself?”

“Sure, but only for the free room.” Angel shrugged with a smirk. “What? Crack is expensive!” he added as Vaggie shot him a glare. “That’s the only reason I put up with all your dumb sharing circles and shit.”

Husk barked a laugh, unable to help himself. “That excuse is more expired than that rotting deer carcass in Alastor’s room. You’ve been sober for months. Well, off the pills at least,” he added, eyeing the glass in Angel’s hand. It wasn’t as if he could judge; they all had their vices. “You might as well admit that you really do like it here. Unlike me and Nif, you’re not tied to this place against your will.”

“I like being tied up against my will.”

Husk picked Niffty up by her collar and dropped her back on the other side of the bar. “Shit like that is why I don’t let you back here.” he mumbled.

“Oh please Husk, I’m sure you would’ve found your way to the hotel eventually, even without Alastor.” Charlie said.

“Nope,” Husk replied bluntly.

“Yeah Husky, you really sayin’ you wouldn’t wanna be around the princess and her infectious energy all day every day?” Angel’s eyes held an amused glint that mirrored the sarcasm in his voice. Charlie remained oblivious to both.

Husk growled under his breath, a sound of frustration and begrudging affection. “No offense, Princess, but without Alastor, I’d still be runnin’ my casino downtown. I’d have my own shit to work on instead of helping you with this fucking charity case.”

Seeing Charlie’s crestfallen face, Husk sighed, his gruff exterior cracking just a little. “Although I do admit it’s different now. Like it or not, you’re the best group of drinking buddies I’ve had in a while, and I ain’t going nowhere. We fought an exorcist army together; no casino would mean more than that.” The quiet crackle of static drew his eyes over to Alastor, his grin as wide as ever, but his eyes boring deep into Husk thoughtfully.

“We're getting off track,” Charlie said abruptly, picking up the marker pen again and starting to draw more scribbles onto the whiteboard, her focus shifting back to the task at hand. Husk noticed with a grimace that she had managed to find a rainbow multipack of markers, and each color had been used at least twice so far. Even the lines connecting the drawings were tiny looping rainbows. “We have to get Angel into Heaven, or else they won’t let us—”

Angel sighed loudly, cutting her off as he approached the bar. “I’ll need another to get through any more of this today,” he muttered to Husk, sliding his empty glass across the counter.

Behind him, Charlie frowned. “Angel, it's 9am. Don't you think it's a bit early for drinking?”

“It’s Hell, dollface. I ain’t in Heaven yet,” Angel shot back with a smirk. “Be happy I’m stickin’ to the soft stuff.” He pointed to the whiskey on the shelf behind Husk. “Neat. But put it in a martini glass; I’m feelin’ fancy today.”

Husk chuckled as he poured the drink. “Just smile and nod, she'll move on to her next obsession soon.”

Angel looked unconvinced, his eyes narrowing slightly. “I ain’t so sure. She’s really determined to make me her new guinea pig for this.”

“You’ll be fine,” Husk reassured him, sliding the drink across the bar. “You’ve made a lot of progress, and she knows that.” He fished his own bottle from under the bar and walked over to the couches with Angel. “When she calms down, she’ll remember that.”

“You've seen Charlie calm? When?” Angel snorted.

Husk smiled. “True. C’mon, let's get this meeting over with.”

[a-halo-for-you]

Misreading

Leonard 'Bones' McCoy x Female OC

Fandom: Star Trek

Prompt: "You look like hell."

Summary: Dr Hermia Walker wallows in her grief before her best friend (and secret love of her life) Bones appears, changing the course of the evening abruptly.

Part 1 to a series I'm working on.

Word Count: 1788

Hermia leant in over her drink, the soft glow of the bar glinting on the rims of glasses, the room filled with the sound of softly playing music. The place was mostly empty, not unusual for when the ship was docked in at a starbase where the clubs and pubs were many and gave the crew downtime before setting off for the next part of their journey into the unknown. She took another sip of the rum in her glass, savouring the depth and sweetness with eyes closed, burning in her throat as she swallowed. 

The sound of the doors swiping open turned her head, eyebrows raised with curiosity and settling when her eyes caught the ones belonging to Bones. 

He was in his own clothes, a leather jacket and jeans fitted perfectly though Hermia would never say that outloud. She did her best to not allow her eyes to run over his body, turning back to face the bar while he sauntered over. 

“You look like hell,” He remarked, the hint of worry curbing the bluntness of his tone as he took a seat beside her, laying out his own glass and pouring himself a drink from the bottle she’d acquired several drinks ago. 

“Gee, you sure know what to say to make a girl feel special Dr McCoy,” Hermia lifted her glass, smiling surreptitiously before taking a drink, eyes still pinned to the glowing lights that haloed the bar. She wasn’t sure she should look at him, not with the way her heart stutters around him when she’s sober, not with the way her current sorrow may lead her to make one foolish mistake. 

“How much have you had?” Bones asked, clinking his glass with hers before taking a sip, she watched him relish in the taste from the corner of her eye, a smile of satisfaction overcoming him. “Well that is some good stuff.” 

“I like to think I know my rum,” She shrugged, “But you know that.”

Bones huffed a small laugh, “Yeah I do. We’ve known eachother 8 years, you’d think I’d know you by now.” 

The knowingness in his tone made her pause and she swallowed the lump that threatened to build in her throat. Placing the glass down she caught sight of the gold signet ring that rested just a little too big for her own index finger and rubbed a thumb over it. 

“It’s just a bit of a shit day that’s all,” She sighed. 

“You know your dad wouldn’t want you to be alone on a day like today right?” Bones nudged her arm with his, leaning in slightly to get her to look at him. 

“Even if I want to be alone?” She asked him, raising an eyebrow with as much muted grey sass as she could. 

“Especially then. From what you told me, your dad would want you to be surrounded by people who care about you if you can’t be with the rest of your family.” He replied swiftly, and she tried her best to acknowledge the words that fell from his lips. Tried her best not to think about kissing him and glanced away, reaching for her drink again.

“Herm,” Bones placed his hand on the one that reached for her poison- or antidote, she was too many drinks in to notice the difference. “What’s going on today? This isn’t just about your old dad is it?” 

She smiled briefly without joy, “He wasn’t even old. I’m just- I don’t know, it feels like time doesn’t pass when we’re up here but it does. Sometimes I wonder if I’m even doing what I’m supposed to be doing… With my life. Career. Stuff.” 

“That’s normal,” He reassured her, the gentleness in his eyes drawing her in close once again. “Everyone wonders about the what ifs in their life, hell I think about what it would have been like if I’d stayed on Earth sometimes- most times. But I know that this was where I was supposed to go in the end, cause thinking about my life any other way, I don’t think I could choose any different. And I know you feel the same deep down.” 

Hermia couldn’t help the softness in her eyes as she gazed at him, feeling the warmth from his proximity, the smell of his cologne, the spice of the rum between them. 

“How is it you always manage to make me feel normal when the world around me feels insane?” 

The words hung in the air for a few beats longer than she’d expected and watched as his expression flickered with uncertainty. Suddenly short for air she recoiled sharply and teetered off the side of her bar stool, slipping off with a thud and gasp before shooting to her feet, ignoring the bruising that ached in her hip. 

“Goddammit Herm, are you trying to concuss yourself?” Bones was already to his feet, hands checking her quickly while she swatted them away. They felt too good, too fitting on her body - it was awful in the best way. 

“I’m fine, I’m fine. No pain at all,” She grabbed his hands in hers and pushed them back away from her space before stepping around him, the room swaying slightly as she did. “Oh wow, I’m drunk.” 

Bones sighed, an expression of exasperation usually tied to Jim’s antics now etched on his face. “You don’t say. C’mon then, let’s get you back to your room so you can hit the hay.” 

Within seconds his hands were on her again, one arm wound around her waist and the other pulling her arm over his shoulder. Her face burned, from alcohol, from embarrassment, from the heat that sparked from his touch - she didn’t know. 

The journey to her room was slow and the bruise on her side had begun to throb as they stumbled through the quiet corridors - or rather she stumbled and he held her up along the way. 

“Wait- Wait, let me just-” Hermia reached for the wall of the corridor they were in, leaning her head against it for a moment, his hands warm against the small of her back as he rubbed it soothingly, sending sparks up her spine and a heat flared to life inside her gut.

“C’mon Herm, your room is just around the corner,” Bones soothed, his voice soft, a secret tone he used sometimes that made her dig her nails into the wall slightly before turning to face him, blinking away the blurred lights. 

“Can we just pause for a second? I definitely drank too much,” Hermia sighed, managing a tired smile that he gave into with an aggravated sigh, rolling his eyes slightly. 

“Sure, let's just camp out in the middle of the hallway where any young ensign can see me pressing you up against the wall - that sure sounds responsible,” He ranted, sarcasm dripping from every word that made Hermia chuckle lightly. 

“Well when you put it that way, I’d hate to get you into trouble, Bones,” She rested her hands on his shoulders, righting herself up from leaning against the wall and stepping further into his space. 

The hands that were bracing her body tightened slightly and the way his eyes flickered between hers made her mouth go dry. 

“Then again, it’s not like I’m your subordinate or anything,” She whispered, watching the way he watched her, slightly frozen in place. 

“No, you’re not,” He swallowed, sounding- well Hermia didn’t fully hear how he sounded. The affirmation sounded too much like a confirmation to the silent question that had been burning in her head for the past few minutes and it pushed her forward. Liquid courage blazing in her veins as her lips met his. 

Bones’ lips met hers, reacting with a passion that took her breath away and the hands that held her gripped tighter, backing her against the wall in one swift motion. The heat of his body pressed against Hermia’s made her head spin and the flick of his tongue against hers made her moan softly. The fire in her raged on and she’d let it burn her for all she cared, she just didn’t want this to end. One hand raked through the scruff of his hair while the other pulled him closer, fingers curling into his jacket. One of his hands ran from her waist to her thighs, hitching one leg up to his hip and with a shudder she grinded against him, their moans stifled by their kiss. The break in the kiss came too soon as they separated for the sake of oxygen, and their eyes met in a burn of blue and hazel. Gradually the mist in Bones’ eyes cleared and the heat that was coiled in Hermia like a wire spring turned cold. Slowly he let go of her leg and took Hermia’s hands in his, unhooking himself from her as he took a large step back. 

The heat in his gaze was unmistakable but so was the regret, the shame and Hermia opened her mouth to apologise.

“I’m supposed to be meeting someone tonight.” He beat her to it, breathing heavily as he watched her come to the paling realisation. His date. That’s the other reason why she was sad - he had a date. 

Dr Fiona Verne, a well-liked woman of closer age to Bones, a Georgian lady herself with plenty the two of them could talk about between themselves. She was elegant and lovely, Hermia liked her even, so the sharp sting of rejection was quickly drowned out by hot and acrid shame.

“Oh my god,” Her face collapsed into her hands, her last defence to shield herself from Bones. “I’m- I’m drunk.” 

She lifted her head to look at him, armour on, steeling herself from her emotions for as long as she could, whilst backing away further down the corridor. “I’m drunk and I’m sad and that makes for awful decision making. I’m so sorry. I-I- I’m gonna go- I’m gonna go to bed- Um, say hi to Fiona for me- Ah! Actually no, don't do that because that's- that’s weird.”  

She was turning the corner of the corridor before she realised, her legs happy to get her away from the situation as she almost ran to her room. Cursing herself to the seven layers of hell.

The doors closed shut behind her and after a few minutes of anxiously guarding her door to ensure Bones wasn’t coming after her, she burrowed her disappointment under a cemented layer of lies that quickly cracked when she reached up to trace her lips. After 8 years, she’d finally kissed him and it felt exactly how she had dreamt and also nothing like it at all.

[ya-boi-haru]

I did a thing...

I'm no writer, but inspired by my Coffee shop au (linked) i did a little sample piece for funsies/writing practice... idk what will come of this but it was fun and interesting to get back into actually writing a fanfic piece again...

(context at the end)

Bars always seem to be a completely different atmosphere when it was day time.

All you could hear was the rustling and clinking of staff putting away the new merchandise or cleaning the equipment and the hum of the air conditioners. The faint scent of sanitizer mixed with alcohol hung in the air, strong enough to tell that the surfaces had just recently been wiped down.

As he sat patiently at one of the empty tables, Centross’ eyes glazed over the figures and trinkets that surrounded the bar. He could tell each one had been placed carefully and each section had its own theme. The tables and booths had a more ‘on deck’ feel. Pictures of great ships and sea creatures hung along the walls, surrounded by ropes tied and hung from the ceiling like shrouds or fishermen nets. The wooden tables were decorated with small ships to hold up the menus and the chairs had an aged leather look to them, which were surprisingly comfortable. The bar itself had a large, long statue of a dragon, made of a seaweed green glass displayed against the back wall, surrounded by the shelves of various amounts of alcohol.

The more you looked the more you saw, but unfortunately Centross didn’t get to look around much more as Kai, the owner of Sea Dragon, came out from the staff only doors. He stood up to meet her, extending a hand to introduce himself.

“Hey, you must Kai. I’m David, it’s nice to meet you” Centross was a little nervous. It had been a while since he was considered for an interview, he even had to buy a new button up shirt since the old one was worn out and faded.

“Yeah, I know who you are” Kai responded, her tone not doing a good job at hiding her snark and her, a bit too firm, handshake was not helping either.

“Oh, right, I guess you would after reading my resume” He tried to brush it off and lighten the mood, thinking he was just being paranoid about the way she was acting.

Kai gave a hum and the forced smile made Centross think it was meant to be a laugh. “So why do you want to work here, David?” She asked, cutting straight to the point.

Centross took a breath, trying to let the advice Wolf had given him and their practice questions come back to him.

“Well, I do have experience behind the bar, honestly, I’ve grown to love the work, it keeps me on my feet. I’m fully licenced, I have-“

“Yeah, yeah I’m sure your credentials and achievements are very nice,” Kai interrupted, “What I meant was, why here at the Sea Dragon?” she clarified.

Centross gave an apologetic look, as he stumbled to correct himself. However, while trying to come up with an answer, he noticed the daggers Kai was glaring at him.

“Have I done something to upset you?” Centross asked defensively. Gee, he had just met the woman and she acts like he spat in her face.

Kai barked a laugh at his question, looking at him with disbelief, her last bit of professionalism, now washed away.  Seeing Centross’ face made her realise, he really did not know.

“You still don’t do your research do you?”

Ok, now Centross was really confused. “Are you… not the owner?” he tried.

Ocie chuckled again. “I’m Kai. Kai Feywild”

Realisation slowly set on Centross’ face. “F-Feywild?” Ocie nodded. “As in… Strawberri Feywild- oh fuck!”

“My sister” Kai confirmed, as Centross dropped his head into his hand in defeat.

So, this wasn’t an interview, it was an interrogation. God, how the hell did he not know this!?

“Hey man, ill give you this: I’m impressed by the fucking balls you have to come in here, asking me for a job, after you did?” Kai, pointed her sharp nails at him to emphasise her accusatory tone.

“Listen i-“

“No, you listen,” Kai snapped. “I’ve worked my fucking ass off to get this business up and running and I’m not going to let it all go to shit because a deadbeat, drug pusher wants to get back in to business!”

“I’m not- we didn’t-“ Centross let out a frustrated groan, running a hand through his hair trying to find the words. “Look, that was a long time ago, I’m sober and clean and it’s not like I was the one making it-“

“No, apparently you weren’t, you’re just the one who insisted on selling it with my nephew and making my sister your dealer!” Centross gave a defeated sigh. “The only reason I called you in was to make sure you weren’t going to start this shit with me or my Strawberri again. She’s been through enough”

Centross took moment to answer, all the previous interviews and questioning coming back to him like a montage of fails. He knew he wasn’t going to get on her good side, maybe ever, but especially not right now. He had been through this enough times to know when it wasn’t working out.

“I know you probably don’t want to hear it, so ill spare you the details. But believe me when I tell you I am not here to start that again. The Ominous Coffee Bean is gone, it crashed and burned before it could even get off the ground, I wouldn’t even know how to get access to that stuff again and, again, even if I did, I wouldn’t know how to make it, that was Icarus, testing out their fancy chemistry, nerd shit and it failed miserably. I spent my time getting sober and clean, just like the others and I am trying to do better, Kai, but I no matter what I do, no one will even give me the time of day – which is understandable I guess but” Centross took a breath, feeling like he was just wasting breath at this point. “I truly am just looking for a job, a fresh start. Bills can’t pay themselves and I can’t keep living out of my boyfriends’ pocket. He’ll deny it, but I can tell that I’m just weighing him down. He deserves better than that and I just want to at least help him”

Kai took in everything he had said and Centross could see her processing, it all. She’d look him up and down and down at her hand, then back to him, the gears in her head turning trying to decide her next move.

Centross knew what it would be. Fuck, he should have just left as soon as he learned she was Strawberris’ sister. Maybe he can try his luck elsewhere, surely there’s somewhere that his reputation hasn’t touched.

“Alright,” Kai simply said after a long moment of silence.

“Alight?” Centross repeated, waiting for her to add on.

“You will be working the floor and are also on washing duty. You’ll start with four days a week for a trail to see if you can handle it and to see if you’re a good fit here. After that time is up, we’ll see how you’re doing and that will determine if you can stay and maybe we’ll talk about you working the bar. How does that sound?” Kai listed her conditions firmly, leaving no room for negotiation, her eyes never leaving Centross a she spoke.

Centross stared back, not processing what was happening.

“Wait, you’re… You’re giving me the job?” he asked, almost like he didn’t trust what he had heard.

“I’m giving you a chance. Do not make me regret it” She warned.

Centross had to contain the smile that seemed to spread on his face, releasing a breath of relief as the weight on his chest lifted just little.

Holy shit, he fucking did it.

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So for some context, Icarus, Centross and Easton tried to start a Barista place together called The Ominous Coffee Bean ("the name will get people curious about it") and Icarus tried to do their thing of infusing flowers into tea. Little did they know that Delosperma Cooperi can be toxic, like a bad drug or alcohol when extracted/infused. They told their business investor (they found online) about their new drink and and Centross received an email back encouraging them to keep selling it and they could use Strawberris flower business to get more of the flowers in.

They were eventually got investigated and they all got arrested for selling of narcotics and Strawberri got done for suppling.

Icarus made first bale, an anonymous pay to bale *and* hush money.

Kai had to come down from a couple towns over to bale Strawberri and Easton out and thankfully they were all given the bare minimum punishment due to bale + they didn't know the extremes of what they were actually selling and their investor couldn't be tracked.

All four did get put on a probation and Icraus, Centross and Easton had to attend clincs to get clean and to help go through withdrawal. Centross made bale late as Rae had to scrap together enough money and even ask his Uncle for help to get him out.

Icarus got hush money, Easton was seen as "the poor kid who didnt know any better" and Strawberri also left in the dark. Centross basically got the short end of the stick and his reputation wasnt good.

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idk i was just playing around with ideas for Ominous Bane equivalent??? its still a W.I.P but let me know what you think????

[galexystern]

prove to me your loyalty - 18+

pairing; eddie munson/reader

rating; E

warnings; smut (MDNI), pwp, oral sex, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, established relationship, fluff

word count; 4.5k

desc; "You have to tell me all the songs in Corroded Coffin's setlist, in order. Otherwise, you will not be cumming tonight."

read on ao3 / setlist / masterlist

The bartender places two shots of tequila in front of you and Theo, sliding over the salt shaker and setting two lime wedges next to it. The drinks are filled to the brim, threatening to spill over, and you look at your best friend in excitement.

"Okay, so how do we do this again?" She asks, returning your manic grin.

"Here." You lick the back of your hand, just under your thumb, and motion for her to do the same. She copies you, and you use the shaker to sprinkle salt on the wet spots. "It's lick the salt," you hold up your hand, "take the shot, then suck the lime. Salt, shot, lime. Got it?"

Theo nods. You both grab the tiny glasses and look each other square in the eye.

"To our reunion," she cheers and you toast her gently, not wanting to spill any of the liquor. You two lightly tap the shots on the bar while licking up the salt. You then throw them back, immediately reaching for the limes and squeezing them between your lips. Theo puckers and shouts, "Whoo!"

You laugh loudly. You were so excited to have your best friend back in town. After moving to stupid Chicago for college, you'd missed the living heck out of her. It just reinforced that you and her belonged in the same town—you were planning to move up there with her as soon as graduation came around, running straight from the stage to the city. It was going to be perfect.

"Excuse me?" You turn around as Theo peers over your shoulder. Next to you are two girls with "distaste" written across their faces.

You raise an eyebrow. "Yeah?"

"Could you like, keep it down? We're trying to hear the band," one of them says, voice nasally with prissy irritation.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, your highness!" You bring a hand up to your chest, a dead ringer for fake Southern concern. "Please accept our deepest apologies."

They shoot you dirty looks with scrunched noses and turn away. Focusing back on Theo, you both snicker.

"Another one?" She asks.

"Hell yeah," you reply.

As she tries to get the bartender's attention again, you work to hear the band over the din over the crowd's noise. After a few seconds, you manage to catch a couple notes and recognize the song. You also overhear one of the girls next to you squeal, "Oh my god, the guitar player is so cute."

Her friend replies, "I know! I'm gonna try and catch him after the show."

You smirk.

The bartender comes back around and supplies another set of tequila shots for you and Theo. After you throw those back, you talk animatedly. Theo recounts spring semester classes and raunchy frat parties and dorm life nightmares. You complain about the amount of work in Mrs. O'Donnelly's class and describe the piece you're working on and planning to enter into the school district's art show. Your art teacher says it'll have a really high chance to make it to the regional show. First prize is a good chunk of cash to any school of your choice. If you get it, you'll put it towards your spot at the School of the Art Institute of Chicago—you've already been accepted, but have to find the money.

At some point, you key back into the music. Upon hearing what's being played, you signal to the bartender and order a large glass of water and a Corona. They appear a minute later, just as the song comes to an end. You hear the singer thank the audience over a rush of applause, to which you and Theo contribute a lot of clapping and yelling.

"Oh-em-gee, he's coming over here!" One of the girls behind you exclaims and you spin your barstool around. They're fluffing up their hair and reapplying their lipstick. You follow the head of black curls they're watching snake through the crowd and wish you could get this on video.

Eddie Munson, guitar player for Corroded Coffin, sweeps past the girls beside you without a second glance. He stops in front of you, gives you a brilliant smile, and plants a huge kiss on your waiting lips.

"Hi, angel," he says, breathing hard but clearly still revved from the performance. "Theo! Glad you could come."

She nods with a big smile. "Me too."

With an eye tracking the blondes, you lean in, grab Eddie's denim jacket by the collar, and reply, "Hi, pretty boy. You guys sounded great. Have fun?"

His head bounces up and down in excitement. "Yeah!" He sounds like a little kid and you grin in response.

"These are for you." You grab the water and beer, handing them to him.

He groans. "You are the best, princess." He downs the water in one go and then immediately chugs half of the beer. You roll your eyes but laugh, motioning for the bartender to refill the water when they can.

That should be it. You know that's enough. But you can't help milking it a little further.

"Baby," you say and Eddie brings his attention back to you. "These girls here," you turn and gesture at the blondes sitting next to you, "are huge fans! They wanted to say hi."

You feel your little gremlin heart squeeze with joy when you turn to see the two of them with their mouths hanging open.

"Hey!" Eddie exclaims. "Thanks for coming to the show!"

One of them regains composure and uses a hand to flick her hair over her shoulder. "Hey," she draws out, trying to be sexy, you think. "I'm Alyssa and this is Haley."

"You sounded great," Haley chimes in, voice oozing with an obvious superiority complex.

"Aw, thanks! Well, I'm Eddie, and this is my girlfriend, Y/N, and her best friend Theo!" You and Theo both wave daintily, shit-eating grins on your faces. "Hope to see you at the next one!" Eddie gives them each wide smiles before turning back to you. "I gotta get backstage and pack up. I'll meet you at the car in like 10?"

You nod and he starts to walk away. "Wait!" You call out and he looks back at you. "Take these," you hold out the refilled water and half-finished Corona, "and you better drink that water."

He salutes you before taking the drinks out of your hands. With one last quick kiss, he disappears into the crowd.

"Ugh!" You hear from beside you, and you and Theo watch as Alyssa and Haley storm away from the bar, out the door, and into the night. You turn to Theo and you both erupt into roaring laughter.

;

The van is warm and quiet. Eddie's driving, humming along to one of his many mixtapes, hand on your thigh as you lean against the passenger side window. He's tapping along with the rhythm, a familiar, relaxing motion. This was your favorite part of your boyfriend's gigs, when he was happy and calm, having expended all his energy onstage, and you got him all to yourself. 

"Hey," he says softly, breaking the silence. You hum and turn to him. "What was up with that thing at the bar? With those two girls?"

You laugh lightly. "Oh, nothing. They were annoying, asking us to be quiet when we were talking. Then I heard them talking about how cute you were and had to rub it in their faces a little bit."

"Rub what?" You roll your eyes at Eddie's teasing.

"That you're mine, of course," you answer, giving him a wink when he glances at you. He grins but you can see a hint of anxiety in his mouth. "Hey...what's wrong?"

He brushes his thumb across your thigh, something he does when he's nervous. "I thought you usually listened to us play too."

"Baby, I always listen," you say. "It's just that Theo's in town. You know how important it is to me to see her while she's here. I miss her."

"I know, love," he replies soothingly.

"Besides," you wave a hand, "I know your setlist like the back of my hand. I checked in a couple of times and recognized each song when I heard it. I even had your water and beer ready when you got offstage." Eddie pinches you for the teasing tone and you slap his hand. "And we could hear you anyways and I was right, you sounded awesome."

He gives you a grateful smile, which you return. You slip your hand under his and he grabs tight, interlocking your fingers.

;

"Babe," Eddie calls from the bathroom. You're in the kitchen, snacking on some pop-tarts as a late-night treat. He emerges a few seconds later, wiping his hands on a towel. It's a hot night, no breeze whatsoever, and so he's sweating again, beads running down his temple. "I've been thinking."

"Uh-oh," you say playfully. "That's dangerous."

"Smartass," he mutters and stands in close to you. In the sticky heat, with him so close, you can feel sweat drip down your neck and back. You shiver when he throws the towel on the counter and hooks his thumbs in your belt loops.

"Always."

"Anyways, I've been thinking about what you said earlier."

You tilt your head. "Is this about me not listening? It was just this one time."

"No, no." He shakes his head, strands of hair sticking to his forehead. "I get that, don't worry."

"Then what did I say?"

"You mentioned that you knew the setlist 'like the back of your hand', your exact words were."

You shrug. "Yeah, and?"

He raises an eyebrow. "You seem pretty confident about that." He lowers his voice and steps in. "Aren't you?"

Pop-tarts forgotten, you rest your hands on his chest and look up at him with an almost cocky expression. "I am confident about it."

"What do you say we put that knowledge to the test?"

"What do you mean?" You ask but Eddie doesn't reply. Instead, he moves his hands to your ass and lifts you so you're sitting on the countertop. He kisses you deeply, and you move your arms to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer. You dart your tongue out to swipe across his bottom lip and his mouth opens almost instantly. You swallow the groan he lets out and lock your legs around his hips. His hands are tight on your waist, underneath your shirt, hot skin against hot skin. 

He breaks away. "I'm gonna make you feel so good, beautiful," he says and you growl. "But only if you pass the test."

"Which is?"

"You have to tell me all the songs in Corroded Coffin's setlist, in order. Otherwise, you will not be cumming tonight."

You narrow your eyes. "Shouldn't be a problem."

He smiles wickedly. "Oh, there's just one thing," he starts, but stops to bring his face close to yours. You hope he'll kiss you again, but he bypasses your lips and goes straight for your jaw, dragging his mouth down your neck and to your ear. You whine at the feel of his tongue along your earlobe, grinding against him and feeling his hard cock through his jeans. "I'll be distracting you with things like this," he bites your pulse point, "and this," he pushes his hands up your shirt and under your bra to pinch your nipples, "and this," he thrusts his crotch against yours to create that delicious friction you need. He leans back and looks at you hungrily. "Up for the challenge, princess?"

You thread your hands through his hair and tug firmly. "Bring it on, pretty boy."

He bares his teeth in corrupt glee. "Then you may begin at any time."

He doesn't move and you understand the concept: get one right and he'll give you pleasure; get one wrong and he'll give you pain.

"Well," you draw out. "You always start with 'Welcome to the Jungle' by Guns N' Roses. A natural opener."

He nods. He leans away to remove your shirt and bra and throws them to the floor. Coming back to you, he attaches his lips to your neck again and you sigh, leaning your head back to expose more skin. He sucks deeply, surely leaving a mark, but then he stops and doesn't move.

"Keep going," he taunts, breath tickling you.

You huff. "Followed by 'Cum on Feel the Noize' by Quiet Riot. Keeping the upbeat tempo."

He hums and slides down to suck another mark onto your collarbone.

"Next is 'Hold On Loosely' by 38 Special, a favorite of mine. Slows the temp a bit from the first two songs."

Eddie licks down your chest until he's level with your tits. He flicks his tongue against one nipple and you gasp. You expect him to put his mouth on it, but when you look down, he's watching you expectantly.

"Then 'Runaway' by Bon Jovi. Stays a bit slower but hits harder."

He finally sucks a nipple into his mouth and you moan, your hips involuntarily thrusting up to find any kind of friction that will help you find release. He switches to your other tit, lavishing the same amount of attention.

"Fuck, yes," you cry out.

Eddie's mouth keeps moving down, pressing light kisses to your stomach and waist. He then stands back up, and while unbuttoning your jeans, murmurs, "Lift yourself up, baby."

You plant your hands on the counter and suspend yourself above the counter so he can slide your pants and underwear off. It takes more effort than you would've liked, telling you that you're shakier from Eddie's ministrations than normal. The tension of the game and Eddie's control over the situation seems to heighten everything, and you can feel yourself straining for release already. You wonder if you'll be able to make it through the whole setlist.

Eddie has kneeled on the floor and is looking at you with those big eyes and long eyelashes. "You're doing so good, angel," he praises and you whine. "Keep going."

"Um," you start. "Next song switches with every gig. It's either 'Girls, Girls, Girls' by Motley Crüe or 'Rock You Like A Hurricane' by the Scorpions. Either way, it's about sex."

"Cheeky," Eddie says, but follows the rules. He spreads your thighs and licks up your slit. You keen and buck your hips up to chase his mouth. He chuckles but doesn't touch you again. You look down at him and decide to give him a taste of his own medicine.

"The next couple of songs are for the great Eddie Munson to show off his amazing guitar skills," you tease lowly. His eyebrows raise. "'Wheel in the Sky' by Journey first." You can tell he wants to punish you, but you'd gotten it right, so he just leans down and sucks your clit into his mouth. You groan in pleasure and Eddie's hands clench your thighs tight. You can tell he's losing himself just as much as you are yourself.

"Hey," you say to get his attention. His eyes lock onto yours but he doesn't stop moving his tongue. "Fingers. I want one finger per correct song for these next two, since they alternate as well."

He clearly doesn't like you directing what he's doing, but concedes with a thumb across your thigh. He brings a hand to your pussy and teases you, rubbing his fingertips against your folds. "If Eddie Munson is feeling worn out or tired, but still wants to impress a crowd, he'll play 'Sweet Child O' Mine' by Guns N' Roses. That opening guitar solo is sure to make the ladies in the audience wet."

Without warning, his middle finger pushes all the way inside you, hard and fast. You wail at the sudden pressure, surely his revenge for your sass. He thrusts it in and out without mercy and you knock your head back against a cabinet, letting out pitiful whimpers at the mix of pain and pleasure.

Once you get used to the feeling, you double down. "But if Eddie Munson is feeling up to the task, he'll break out 'Master of Puppets' by Metallica, which he spent a whole month trying to get right." Eddie bites the inside of your thigh and you dial it back. "It paid off, of course, because he plays it so well, all the women and men in the crowd want to fuck him after watching him do so. I know I do."

Another finger probes your entrance. Eddie's nice this time, and he slides it in slowly, letting you adjust before fucking you with both. He does it leisurely, but they hit so deep inside you, and they curl to reach that spot that makes your back arch, which you do right there on the kitchen counter. He doesn't stop this time, instead keeping them going as he looks up at you.

"I think I'm gonna need to step it up," he says, chin shining with your wetness, "if I'm gonna make you lose your mind. One more, princess, and then I'm taking you to the bedroom."

You smirk, thinking it'll be easy, but you've never been more wrong. Before you can answer, he leans back down and sucks your clit into his mouth again. You choke, the combined sensations of him eating you out while finger-fucking you so far inside you can feel the cool steel of his rings against your pussy making you go crazy. "Um, next is..." He rubs that spot within you again and you whine. "It's—oh, god—'Pour Some Sugar On Me' by...fuck," you swear. Eddie has sped up his motions, sucking your clit harder. "It's by...oh, who is it by?" You think aloud. "I know this—shit!" You can't think straight.

You close your eyes so you can't see Eddie look so beautiful between your legs. You rack your brain, letting out whimpers here and there as he continues unraveling you. "Oh!" You cry out, popping your eyes back open. "It's by Def Leppard."

At that, Eddie stops everything he's doing. You whine loudly at the sudden emptiness, but then he stands and makes sure your legs are wrapped around his hips before lifting you from the counter. He carries you effortlessly down the short hallway and into his bedroom. The wind has finally picked up and blows in through the open windows; you sigh at the cool air on your naked body. Which reminds you...

He sets you down gently on the bed. He goes to just open his jeans and pull out his cock, but you stop him.

"No," you pant. "I want it off. I wanna see you, all of you, as I ace this test and you fuck me into oblivion."

His eyes widen at the order but he complies. He takes his time, though, and you grow whiny and restless as he removes articles of clothing one at a time, at the pace of a snail.

"Come on," you groan. "Hurry up and fuck me already."

"Don't be a brat," he replies as he finally takes off his underwear and reveals his rock-hard, red, throbbing, leaking cock. You lick your lips at the sight. He grabs your chin and forces you to meet his gaze. "I can punish you if I want. Game or no."

You smile at him, internally considering his words. It would be fun to be spanked right now...but you wanna prove you know what you're talking about. "At this point in the setlist, it's time to get slow and quiet and acoustic." He nods as he pulls a condom from the nightstand drawer and opens it with his teeth. "This next song is another favorite of mine, especially when it's dedicated to me, which it usually is."

"I haven't heard the title or artist yet, baby," Eddie sing-songs. "I thought you wanted me to fuck you nice and hard."

You bite your lip, wanting to snap back at him but your body overpowers your brain by reminding you how wet you are and how close you are to your climax.

"'Lights' by Journey," you rush out.

He positions himself above you and presses the head of his cock against your pussy. You sigh at the feeling. "Fuck me, Eddie, please," you hear yourself say.

Eddie smirks but pushes inside you slowly. He'd been forceful when fingering you, but he'd never put you in as much pain as you would be if it was his cock instead. He always lets you adjust to the stretch of him inside you, follows your signals on when to push in further or actually thrust. One of the reasons you love him to death.

He finally bottoms out, and you both moan at the feeling.

"I love how tight you are, angel," he says, voice strained. "Always so tight for my cock."

"Only for you," you reply and press back against him, telling him he can start moving again.

At that, he stares at you, eyes half-lidded in pleasure but still gleaming wickedly. "Next song."

"Oh, come on," you whine, trying to buck up against him. He puts his hands on your hips and pushes down, pressing them against the bed firmly.

"Next song," he asks again.

"'Live Wire' by Motley Crüe," you grit out.

Eddie leans down to kiss you, murmuring "good girl" against your lips. He pulls out slowly and thrusts back in. You cry out and he keeps going, sending you into ecstasy.

"Another song," he pants, "and I'll rub your clit. Can you do that for me, pretty girl? I think you're aching for it."

"Fuck, yes," you moan. "It's—it's 'Rainbow In The Dark'."

A hand leaves your hip and fingertips ghost across your clit. "And the artist?"

"Dio," you breathe out.

"So good," he whispers. His fingers press down hard and rub tight circles on your clit. You keen into the dark room, loud enough that the sound will surely float out the open windows and to the neighboring trailers. You don't care. You can feel your orgasm in the distance, moving fast.

"M'gonna cum," you whimper.

Eddie doesn't stop fucking or stimulating you, but groans out, "One more, baby. I know you've got it in you."

"It's 'Detroit Rock City' and the artist's name is what I want you to do me right now." Eddie stares at you, eyes full of hunger and love and temptation and desire. "KISS."

He moans and crashes his lips onto yours. Your tongues tangle together and teeth bump and then you're cumming, falling over the edge into bliss, tensing your entire body before letting go completely. Eddie goes mad as you clench hard around his cock, and a few thrusts later he's following you into the ether, into complete and utter euphoria.

You ride out your highs together, trying to make them last as long as you can. Eventually, Eddie pulls out and sits back on his knees. You collapse on the bed, a puddle of limbs and hair, and watch as he shakily stands up and moves into the main area of the trailer. You hear a sink running and then stop, and then he reappears holding a wet towel. He cleans you up gently, and you're filled with so much love it feels impossible when you feel the warmth against your skin. He throws the cloth somewhere in the room and joins you in bed, pulling the covers up to encase you both. He props up on his elbow next to you, gently tracing abstract art on your bare stomach with his fingertips.

"I hate to say it, babe," he says quietly, "but you missed o—"

"'Caught Up In You' by 38 Special," you breathe. It'd taken the rest of your energy to say that and now you were out.

Eddie is speechless for a couple seconds but eventually laughs. "You're amazing, angel."

You hum in happiness as he kisses you sweetly. Then he lays on his back and you snuggle close to him, head resting on his chest, his arms encompassing you in safety and warmth. You fall asleep listening to his heart beat evenly, a sound better than any other in the world.

;

"Princess, I've been thinking again—"

"That's new for you."

Eddie gives you a look and you snicker. You two are in the music shop where you both work, sorting through that day's donated cassettes. You're checking them for damage and dividing them based on whether they're still sellable or not.

You look at your boyfriend. "Sorry," you say sheepishly. "Go ahead."

He rolls his eyes but smiles at you fondly. "I've been thinking about our setlist."

"Baby, I proved I listen to you play—"

"I know, angel, that's not what this is about," he reassures you and you sigh in relief. "I think maybe it's time to change it up a bit. Gotta keep you on your toes." He winks.

You laugh. "Whatever you wanna do, babe. I like your setlist how it is, but I'd be interested to see how you wanna switch it."

"Well, I wanted to ask if you had any recommendations." He says it nonchalantly.

You narrow your eyes at him. "Really?" He wasn't very good at taking anyone's input, even yours.

"Yeah," he shrugs, "I trust your music taste."

"Okay," you reply. Your brain goes into overdrive and focuses in on something. "One sec." You jump off the counter and run to the stacks of cassettes. You grab three and bring them back to Eddie.

He studies them; you'd handed him three of Boston's tapes.

"This one," you start, pulling out the self-titled album, "is their first one from 1976. They did this one," switching the first with their 'Don't Look Back' cassette, "two years later. I know they're a little old, but they just came out with this one super recently." You pointed to the 'Third Stage' tape. "I really like their stuff and I think you would too. I think you could put 'Foreplay / Long Time' as another alternate for 'Master' and 'Sweet Child'—it has a really long intro that would highlight not just you but others in the band." You spoke quickly, excitedly. "I really love all the songs on the self-titled but the title track from 'Don't Look Back' is also really good."

You look up at Eddie and find him gazing at you with all the love in the world. You blush and look away, but he brings a hand to cup your face and gently pulls you back to him.

"Thank you, my love," he says so sincerely your heart hurts. "I can't wait to listen to these."

You hug him tight, and he holds you even tighter. "I love you," you murmur.

"I love you too."

[altschmerzes]

oh i'm FASCINATED to hear what your thoughts on lost are so far

FAIR WARNING this is probably not going to be very nice to the show so if you're a big lost enjoyer and don't wanna see that this would be the time to keep scrolling. sorry for the delay also. guy who has been typing his thoughts and then getting distracted on a loop for several days.

basically: i don't know why, but i have been deeply compelled to watch the show lost recently. like, i genuinely don't have an explanation. i know i'd seen like, half of season one about a million years ago and have no memory of any of it so this is functionally my first go through it.

in short: i think it has its strengths and its weaknesses. to me, more weaknesses than strengths. i know opinion degraded as time went on but even just where i am now, i do not know why this thing has the like 'one of the best shows of all time' reputation that it has. i really, truly don't. like, it's fine, sometimes it's even good, but like. why do people talk about this like it is the pinnacle of television. it is however like, almost hypnotically watchable, and i keep going through like, handfuls of episodes at once.

more under the cut.

in long: so i'm on the early early episodes of season 2 and i already know that most of this show is mystery boxes inside mystery boxes half of which never really have a payoff that's satisfying and so i'm pre-emptively frustrated by that. it's like.... i would love to be excited by the mysteries that come up, but instead of getting to excitedly wonder 'oh wow i wonder what the explanation for that will be!' i'm instead sitting here thinking 'gee i hope that's one of the ones we get an answer to.' it's not a great feeling, and mostly i'm like. man why do they keep giving jj abrams creative authority over things. he's a good director, why do they keep ruining that by letting him WRITE too.

also there is so much weird racism and misogyny in here lmao. gd.

anyways. moving on to specifics.

i will confess i am a sucker for disaster survival scenarios. it's half the appeal of any apocalyptic thing to me, and this delivers. i'm enjoying the mystery boxes when i can put aside the fact that i might not get to see inside them at all, depending. i think the flashbacks are well structured and sprinkled in with effective timing and degrees of revealed information. i think one of my fave parts is how much of like... the Weird Shit in the flashbacks is just. not clear about whether or not it's related to the island? were the numbers hurley used to win the lottery actually cursed? does disaster and death follow walt around or is his former stepdad just an asshole and it's all a coincidence? what was up with the fucking psychic claire talked to? etc. that's one of the ones where i'd be fully comfortable with that question never being answered. it's satisfying as hell just to wonder.

characters! the extent to which i do not give a single fuck about jack, kate, and sawyer is amazing. like. they're all so resoundingly uninteresting to me. i actively think everyone here would be better off if sawyer was dead, because even for me (noted asshole with a heart of gold enjoyer, I KNOW, I KNOW) he is A Bit Fucking Much. if he does not ease up soon it's gonna be Bad. i mean it's already bad but. lmao. his best moments so far were telling jack about what jack's dad said to him in the bar and saving michael after the raft is destroyed. kate is just... everything about her is so overwrought and i'm just bored and a little embarrassed every time we have something focusing on her. i do like that she's abjectly doing shady shit sometimes, they should lean into that more. gaslight gatekeep girlboss etc. jack is so nothing it's amazing. he is baymax to me. he is not even baymax, baymax had more of a personality. why is he the protagonist of this show, he is such a generic white dude audience insert character.

i really love sun, hurley, charlie, claire, michael, walt, and - when he is not YELLING AT HIS WIFE - jin is okay too. i also really enjoy sayid and i have to say that like. i think they have massively fucked it up with his writing in several points, it's like. stereotypical and almost comically racist at times but i also have to like... idk, i do have a significant degree of legitimate respect for the swing they took with him in the first place, to be honest. it's like. idk. this was a show that aired in 2004, written and filmed before that, and i know his character made a lot of people Big Fucking Mad to have in a show about a plane crash as an unambiguously sympathetic and positively depicted character, missteps in his writing and all. it doesn't excuse the mistakes made with him obviously but the context in which he was written makes me like. idk. appreciate the fact that he exists, and kinda tip my hat to like. you guys Tried saying something here. i gotta respect that.

jin and michael's odd-couple friendship is extremely charming to me. hurley is the sweetie of all time and i really love how he just... is willing to interact with people on a straightforward level no matter who they are or what's going on? locke cracks me the fuck up. like all his magic healing disability and general premonition shit aside, it's extremely funny to me to watch grandpa survivalist finally get to LARP his dreams of being a hardcore jungle man. he is fucking insane gd blass.

i will say um. the less said about shannon and boone the better. eugh. literally why would you do that. like... it throws me so much every time someone finds out about That Whole Mess and literally does not react at all. before somebody screams and whines and cries about how IT'S FINE TO EXPLORE TABOO SUBJECTS IN FICTION STOP BEING A PURITAN YOURE BEING A FAN COP WAAAAAAA i'm not saying you can never write this sort of thing just like. literally why is the entire narrative framing of it a tragic starcrossed lover thing. why is nobody reacting like this is as nasty and weird as it is. lmao.

anyways.

here's some clips from my watching it, mostly based in how fucking funny i think jack's whole Situation is.

[blue-rose-soul]

The Devil's Dear Friend - A What if?

Alastor's connection to Lucifer was overwritten when he tried to save his mother from her employer and was killed first. He ended up in heaven for his sacrifice.

Nicaise was not granted the same reward. One moment she was screaming and holding her son, the next she was alone and staring up at a blood red sky.

A century later, Charlie hears a knock on her door and opens it to find a fierce overlord literally marked by grief and wearing a bright smile. "Hello Princess! I heard you're looking to make some changes around here?"

I was about to start with how hypocritical that would be of Heaven, since the whole reason Nicaise even got in that altercation with her employer is because she was trying to protect Alastor in the first place. Then I remembered; Heaven's leadership is hypocritical, and even they don't know what the requirements to get in are.

I've always depicted Nicaise as a friendly and sweet person, but most of my posts about her take place after she'd been living in Heaven for almost a century. While she is a shrewd person who was suspicious of Heaven's leadership and knew there was something not quite right, she still lived in relative safety and comfort for a long period of time and could afford to relax her guard. On Earth she had it quite a bit harder as a woman of color as well as a single mother. Especially in the early 1900s. I imagine Nicaise as someone who actively chose to take joy wherever she could, but also a grounded person who did what she had to to make sure she and Alastor were okay. Nicaise took great pains to never let Alastor see her struggle and give the impression she always had every situation under control.

Gee, sounds familiar, don't it?

She built herself a strong support network, making as many friends as she could. During the day she cleaned wealthy people's homes and at night she played piano at the bar, to put food on the table. She made connections in both places, with other servants, with the bar staff and patrons, with shopkeepers and store owners, with just about anyone she could strike up a conversation with. She knew how to trade favors and get discounts and was able to build a relatively comfortable life even after her parents passed and she had no other family to help support her and Alastor.

In Hell, Nicaise again does what she needs to to survive. Even if that means making deals. I'm a little undecided on what sort of powers Nicaise would develop if any. In the main branch of the the Devil's Bastard AU I decided that the person Alastor made a deal with Eve, and that she specifically chose him because he is Lucifer's son. But Eve doesn't have any way of knowing about Nicaise mothering Lucifer's child in the Devil's Dear Friend so I don't have a reason for her to make a deal with Nicaise. She wouldn't manifest with overwhelming magical power like Alastor did, she would have to slowly build it up over time. Nicaise grew up Catholic because of her father, but her mother was vodou practitioner, so there could be some overlap in their abilities as Nicaise gets stronger.

So Nicaise forms connections, begins building a power base. Along the way she meets and befriends Rosie, and at some point or other sinners start looking to Nicaise for protection. Becoming an Overlord isn't something Nicaise set out to do, but she wields the title with pride. Sure, she's grown more ruthless over the years, more bloodthirsty, and sure, she hasn't thought about her son in... years now.

She did mourn at first. But these days she's, well, she's not exactly happy about it, but Nicaise is at least satisfied with the knowledge that Alastor is safe in Heaven. She has some criticisms but at least she knows her child isn't in any danger of being hunted down by an exorcist, or any of the more commonplace dangers of Hell. It's bittersweet, and she can't help but wonder why they had to take her away from her child, but on the day-to-day her main concern is with survival.

Eventually she does learn about the Royal Family and Princess Charlie Morningstar, but it isn't until Charlie's segment with Katie Killjoy that Nicaise actually gets an opportunity to meet her. Nicaise isn't sure what to make of the Happy Hotel project. She's not opposed to the idea that people could change for the better but, given she doesn't even know what she did to end up in Hell, she's not so certain Heaven would accept any damned souls even if they did. And as an Overlord, she knows full well how dangerous it is to show even a slight amount of weakness.

Still, she's intrigued. How could she not be? This girl is the Princess of Hell and she's trying to change one of the fundamental rules of How Things Work. Nicaise could get some answers. She could learn what she did that was so terrible that she was condemned to an eternity in Hell for it. She might even get a chance to see Alastor one last time.

If nothing else, there is an opportunity to get in good with the Princess of Hell, a powerful ally to be sure. Unlike most of the fools in Hell, she knows better than to dismiss Charlie's power just because she doesn't flaunt it.

At first she's not really counting on getting to meet Lucifer again just because she's made contact Charlie. After all, while Charlie was running around post-extermination rescuing survivors and treating their injuries, Lucifer remained holed up in isolation. Frankly, after her initial surprise that that little goofball she met at Mardi Gras years ago was Lucifer himself, she didn't think too much of him. He'd been out of reach to her for so long, and Nicaise preferred to focus on things within her scope of influence. When Charlie invites Lucifer to the Happy Hotel a month before the early extermination, Nicaise doesn't even expect him to recognize her.

He does. He very obviously does. Not only can she see it, so can everyone else with the way Lucifer stares at her, eyes wide, and says her name before being introduced.

Nicaise says the only thing she can think of to break the awkward atmosphere.

"Hello, Luci. I'm here for that child support you owe me."

[lemonlilactea]

I don't tbink I've posted this so! Have it I guess

And yeah I'll tuck all my writing under the cut bc I don't want to spam a wall of text onto the tag

“I'll miss you, V.”

“You too, Johnny.”

It isn't time yet, but it does feel like they're on the edge of it now. They're alone like usual, together. V sits with one leg off the bed, the other tucked under them, a cigarette dangling from their hand and smoke curling in the air. “D'you think…..we really did anything? Really left a mark in the city, in a way that meant something?” Their eyes glance from him to the window, the neon shining like impossible stars.

“Fuck, I hope so. Don't think I'd like to die again without at least a scratch on this place.” Johnny, of course, is in one of his usual moods. Sitting on the couch, head leaned back, staring at the ceiling. “Did a lot of fuckin' work to be remembered.”

“Yeah, that's one way to put it.” V snorts a laugh, before taking a few puffs of the cigarette before putting it out in the ashtray. “But really, I mean…..hell, what if it's all for nothing? World keeps spinning, Night City paves over the graffiti of our names, we go back to bein’....nothing, I guess.”

“What's with you? Been talkin’ spiritual shit with Misty again?”

“Nah, just thinking out loud, maybe. Dunno.” They drag a hand down their face, sighing, and falling back onto the bed with their arms out. “Can I blame the migraine?”

“Sure, fuck it.” Johnny snorts a laugh from the couch, and in a moment, him image flickers to stand beside the bed. “Look like shit, by the way.”

“Gee, thanks. You say that almost daily, yknow.” They sling an arm across their eyes, blocking the artificial light from the window. “Almost like I'm dying, or something.” There's a beat, longer than usual, and they're tempted to look at him. Not enough to risk the light causing a swell of pain, though, so they keep their arm in place over their eyelids.

“Right, well, bet I've seen a prettier corpse than you.” It's his usual, that easy automatic joking, but there's something in his voice these days. Anytime V brings up the imminent demise, even while they're both fighting it, Johnny seems taken aback, somehow. Like he doesn't expect to hear about it, again and again. Like it isn't going to happen. “Low bar.”

“Obviously.” By this point, their banter is practically rehearsed, a daily occurrence, even if it's grown less aggressive over time. All their interactions have slowly but surely grown softer, as much as is possible for either of them. Johnny is still a dick, and V is still stubborn, but they've grown to respect, and maybe even care for one another. “Not gonna shower til the headache goes away, though. Hell, moving hurts at all. Talking, too.”

“So why you keep yapping, idiot?” Not that they can tell, but Johnny sits on the edge of the bed, no weight to shift the mattress. “It's like you wanna flare that shit up.”

“Well, there's this voice in my head…”

“Yeah, yeah, shut it.”

“You first.” They grin, and would laugh if not for the throb of pain in their head. Days like these are harder by far, but even now, even with Johnny they can't help but keep up the mask. That facade that they're alright, they'll be alright, they'll handle shit just like always, no matter the odds. When someone lives in your head, though, it gets hard to hide the cracks. Under the banter and the chaos, both of them know just how scared V truly is. Both of them, frankly. They've both died before, come back different, trapped with someone they didn't know and hated at first. It's insane, impossible, terrifying. But it's also shifted over the time they spent together. Adapted from begrudging allies to almost friends, now. Probably closer than anyone has been, since Jackie. Shitty run of luck with friends for V.

Fear feels different when it's two different people. It comes from different places, expressed differently. Where Johnny wants to rage and scream, V might just observe silently, might negotiate where Johnny would shoot first. It leads to frustration, mostly, but sometimes to connection. The knowledge that even if they're different, deep down, fear is at least somewhat the same. Fear of pain, of death, these human things that line the path to understanding one another. A slow process, made slower by host and parasite both being more stubborn than imaginable, but one that they've made it through, mostly. Johnny is still a douchebag, V is still shockingly gullible at times, but they're together, at least. Never alone for a choice or consequence, always someone there to listen and assist as best he can, when they need it.

“....hey, Johnny? When you were alive, did you ever…I dunno, get scared of shit? Your memories, the way it feels, you always felt…confident to a fault, kinda unaware how bad you were, but fearless about it.” Their voice breaks the silence, softer than intended, not quite a whisper. The connection hasn't exactly been simple, and memories are muddled enough without the warped minds they both have, and both have learned asking is the best way to get anywhere.

[stardustonstage515]

Broken and Blue

To My Beloved Jack,

Just a few lines tonight—

How is my baby doing right now? 

Today has been a hard day for me, 

But I try to believe it’ll get better somehow. 

It’s so quiet without your laughter, honey. 

I sure wish I could have seen you today. 

Maybe I can see you tomorrow. 

Did you know I sobbed when they took you away?

I was so shocked, 

I had to stop my car and cry. 

A couple of policemen were concerned; 

I looked funny with Maybelline streaming down my eyes. 

I just said I was sad, 

And they offered to take me home, 

Which was very nice and all, 

But I told them no. 

Oh and by the way, I don’t know any new news, 

Because nothing happens anymore. 

Celebrities divorce and politicians fight—

It’s nothing you haven’t heard before. 

Do you still think I'm still good-looking, honey? 

Because now I am haggard and spent. Even Miss America would look ragged  If she followed the pace that I went.

I have had the blues so bad all day,

I could lie right down and die. 

But I know the moment your hand touches my face again,

I will feel fresh and new and bright. 

Even when all my best years are spent, 

I will always have your back. 

You could be in there for life, 

and I’d still be waiting, Jack.

Let’s see,

As of late, I’ve been looking for work.

Maybe at a cafe or bar or office—

Whatever will distract me from my hurt. 

I swear I’m going crazy, honey. 

As crazy as a nuthouse rat! 

And for a moment, 

I even wanted to shoot myself with your old .45 gat.

 I can’t find a point in living, honey—

At least not without you. 

So when you get this letter, 

Please tell me what to do.

Sugar, if you’re good, you might get out sooner, 

And then you’d have a clean slate. 

When you come back home to me, 

I know that you’ll go straight.

I sure do hate to write, sweetheart, 

For I feel oh-so blue tonight. 

But you must be feeling even worse, locked inside that rusty cell, 

So I really hope you’re alright. 

They expect me to be gay all the time;

Smiling as others do. 

But I am drowned in my depression,

And my soul cries out for you.

Darling, I hope you always smile, 

Because it kills me to see that look on your face. 

Whenever I have to leave you,

It just makes me more compelled to stay.

The prison guards treated me real nicely, 

Because they know I’ve suffered so. 

The love of my life is trapped behind bars, 

Which leaves me all alone.

Honey, I write books to you, 

And only get back little notes. 

But gee, how I love to get them—

I’ve memorized every word you wrote.

I might never be Cole Porter, dear, 

But I’m trying to write you little rhymes. 

You said you like to read them,

And that’s what makes it worth my time. 

When you return to me someday, Though you haven’t a cent to give, I'll forgive all the hell that you’ve caused me And love you as long as I live.

People are calling you a crook, 

And I can’t say I don’t agree, 

But I think the greatest crime you ever committed  

Was stealing my heart from me. 

One of my girlfriends said, “Don't let him tell you he’ll reform; I’ve yet to know a man who’s gone back. 

There is no hope left for him;

He has already lost the track.”

You may be a criminal, Jackie, 

But you’re my other half. 

You can always make me smile, 

And my God, you make me laugh. 

Betty asked if I still write to you,

And I said, “Of course I do!” 

Then she asked me why, 

And I told her it’s because I love you through and through. 

Nothing can ever change that,

No matter what you do. 

You could commit murder and yet,

Heaven knows I’d still be here for you. 

Margaret told me I was crazy, Because it’d been months since you’d gone away. But I smiled at her and said, “He will be back some day.”

Oh, my dear, sweet Jack—

I’d trade places any day. 

That way you can go enjoy your life 

While I slowly waste away.

A man can break any law, And world will still open up its door.

Yet a girl who has loved unwisely—

Well, she is forever labeled a whore. 

Why did you have to get yourself into this situation?

 It’s so unfair to me. 

Your mother and I are trying to get your sentence shortened

So that in six years, you can go free. 

I never did mean to love you, 

But you can’t control who you love, as I’ve heard it said.

It’s such a simple truth,

But we womenfolk can’t seem to get it into our heads. 

Well, baby, what more is there for me to say here? 

You already know I love you more than anything on earth. 

Unfortunately, it seems to me that there’s nothing of interest to you in this letter,

Because I don’t think my ramblings have much worth.

I hope I feel different tomorrow;

It’d be nice to feel a little better. 

It’s not so much to ask—

And perhaps then, I can write a sensible letter. 

Tell all the other inmates hello, 

And not to be discouraged. 

Someday, when those jailbirds get out again, 

I have faith that they will flourish. 

You could get a job in the city, 

Assuming we live there still. 

Everyone else might forget about you, 

But you can bet I never will. 

The outside world is a swell place, 

And I will prove it to you someday.

I wish we could just be happy,

Like the other boys and girls our age. 

Try not to worry, my love; 

I do enough of that for us both. 

And please don’t be mad about what I said at your trial—

I’m not about to lie under oath. 

I’m just going to patiently grow into an old woman, 

Friendless and tired of living—

Until the day you get out, 

And we can have our fresh beginning. 

Please don’t consider this letter preaching, 

And do pardon my mistakes.

But if you’re not going change once your sentence is over, tell me, 

So that I can simply head to the graveyard and wait. 

In the end, crime is a losing game, 

And I wish you’d never played. 

You’re not cut out to be any tough old gangster or dirty convict—

Why, you’re just a poor kid who needs some aid.

I intended to write you a short letter, 

But you probably need something to pass the hours away.

I will try to see you soon, babe.

I miss you more and more each day.

I can’t afford to visit too often,

But I promise I’ll come when I can.

I know it sounds pathetic, hon, 

But you’ll always be my man.

 It’s only sixteen years to serve, sugar—

Then we can be together.  

We can get married in the old church,

And we’ll have our own little forever. 

This is like a weary winter

Which me must get through to see the spring.

For the woods are always bare and cold

Right before the bluebirds sing. 

Well, we all wish you the best of luck, 

And think that happiness will come in time. 

And, sugar, no matter what, 

Know that you’re always on my mind. 

While skies may look gray without you, 

I know they’ll again be blue and bright. 

And after you’ve done your time, 

I’ll cling to you like the stars to the night. 

Well, I don’t have anything left to say. 

In fact, I’ve said too much. 

I think I’ll hit the hay,

And probably dream about your touch. 

I miss you and I love you, 

And I hope to see you soon.

—From your lonesome baby, 

Who is all tired and broken and blue.

Written by me, probably 2020. Inspired mainly by letters Blanche Caldwell Barrow sent to Marvin “Buck” Barrow and a few letters and poems by Bonnie Parker (of Bonnie and Clyde). Phrases or anecdotes come from them directly and the style is very similar. I love Bonnie’s poems.

[human-monodam]

Monokuma's Delirium

*Some time after the Hope's Peak killing game, Monokuma exits the school in secret, watching the survivors press on towards the unknown of their ruined world.*

Monokuma: "Pupupupupu. Look at them. Walking towards the blazing fires of hell. Holding their heads high? Have hope? The 'hope' they can expect is finding the Snickers bar from a destroyed vending machine! HAHAHAHAHAHAH! HAHAHAHA!...Hahahaha....Hahahaha......" *Monokuma looks around himself, confused by the silence before remembering something important.* "Oh yeah....Junko's dead....I...Heh...Must've forgotten that detail.....Weird......" *Monokuma shrugs the feeling off and goes about his business.*

*We jump ahead to a different part of the ruins of Tokyo, where Monokuma is watching the suffering of the poor elders being brutally murdered and cannibalize by a gang of deranged, starving maniacs.*

Monokuma: "HAHAHAHAHA!!! LOOK AT THEM GET TORE TO SHREDS! OLD HAGS DIDN'T EVEN STAND A CHANCE! AM I RIGHT, JU-!?" *He looks to his side, not seeing anyone.* "Oh....Right.....I forgot again.........Weird.....All hell is breaking loose. Screams, sounds of explosions, gunfire, roars, and the works are echoing throughout this entire city.....And yet......Everything feels so............quiet.........and lonely.......Why.....is it so quiet.....and lonely....?" *Monokuma hugs his knees, silent and slowly showing completely indifference to the carnage he found funny.* "Junko......" *he grips knees tightly.*

*We jump further ahead again to Monokuma watching the chaos erupting in Towa City. The adults were in a frenzy, the monobots continue attacking and killing them on sight, the brainwashed kids were still brainwashed, and the adults' hope in the form of Big Bang Monokuma was utterly crushed.*

Monokuma: "Hahahaha! Damn! Look at all this chaos! So much for being the hope of everyone in town, huh Junko?" *He holds up a sock puppet made to look like Junko.* "*Mimicking Junko's voice* How despairingly awful! I've never seen so many hopeless worms in my life! And the best part is that we got the best seats in the house!" *Monokuma holds up his other arm, which has a sock puppet of Mukuro on it.* "*Mimicking Mukuro's voice* Maybe we should join in? Cause more havoc for them or maybe- *Switches over to mimicking Junko's voice* Hey, who asked you for your input, Mukuro? Why join in when everything's already going to hell? *Uses his own voice* Yeah. Besides, we already got the best seats in town! A high building where we can watch the world burn, and have an amazing view! Why move from this spot? *Mimics Junko's voice* See? monokuma gets it. *Mimics Mukuro's voice* You're right. I'm sorry, you guys. *Speaks normally* It's ok, Mukuro. We still love you. *Mimics Junko's voice* Even though you're an ugly scank. Hehehehe. *Mimics Mukuro's voice* Gee. Thanks for the compliment, little sis. *Speaks normally* Aw. Look at you two, getting along soooo well...........Do you two think I'm losing my mind doing this? *Mimics Mukuro's voice* Oh absolutely. Only a crazy person would make sock puppets of his dead loved ones and speak to himself to cope with the crippling isolation of his loneliness. *Mimics Junko's voice* Oh who cares if that's the case? It's despair! Despair is amazing, right? Who would ever want to feel hope and have a stable grip on reality? *Speaks normally.* NOT ME! *Mimics Junko's voice* That's my boy~. Now let's continue to watch these idiots Pearl Harbor themselves! *Speaks Normally* HA! PEARL HARBOR! GOOD ONE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" *Monokuma laughs, but it doesn't sound genuine. it sounds forced and faked. It's like he's forcing himself to laugh in order to hide his sorrow and pain. You even see a tear fall from his eye as he continues to laugh, which slowly starts to sound like sobs he tries to hide as laughter. We jump further ahead, finding Monokuma in a room with Kodaka, the CEO of Danganronpa. They stood in front of a giant Monokuma head.*

Monokuma: "So this is the Motherkuma unit you were talking about?"

Kodaka: "Yes sir. With this baby, you won't have to worry about losing any more bodies. And she's fully capable of speech. Watch. Hello, Motherkuma."

Motherkuma: "What's up, boss man?"

Kodaka: "Just introducing you to the mascot of the company."

Monokuma: "S'up."

Motherkuma: "Well isn't he an adorable, little guy?"

Kodaka: "Hehehe. You two make such a cute couple. Anyway, Motherkuma here will be providing you with as many spare bodies as the mastermind says 'Give birth to Monokuma'. Or just birth in general. She'll eve be dispensing your children."

Monokuma: "Children?"

Motherkuma: "He hasn't told you? For this season, you'll be joined by 5 little cubs that goes by the name of the Monokubs. Monophanie, Monokid, Monotaro, Monosuke, and Monodam." *Motherkuma shows a holographic projection shows off each Monokub to Monokuma.*

Monokuma: "Daaaw~! They all look so cute! Hmmm." *He looks at Monodam.* "I think this one might be my favorite. Which one is this?"

Motherkuma: "Monodam."

Monokuma: "I like this one the best. I can't wait to raise him and his siblings."

Kodaka: "Don't get too attached. They won't last beyond this season."

Monokuma: "Huh? Wait. What do you mean by that?"

Kodaka: "They're just a one time thing. For the sake of merch and stuff. It's not like they have any real personalities or personal thoughts that we haven't programmed into them."

Monokuma: "But....I don't...I don't understand. Aren't these....my kids?"

Kodaka: "Monokuma, this is show business. You have an image to maintain. Everyone expects you to be the same condescending, chaotically evil despairing headmaster that we know you as. You can play up the role of the 'father', but we can't have you breaking character that much. Ok?"

Monokuma: "But...But I've...always wanted to be a father."

Kodaka: "You can still be a father. You can play the part after all. But you must never grow attached to them. They aren't really your kids. They're just a bunch of robots that serve no other purpose than to sell merch. It's been that way with all the other killing game mascots. This will be no different."

Monokuma: "But....But....."

Kodaka: "Monokuma." *He place his hand on Monokuma's shoulder.* "Are you sure you want to get attached to a bunch of brats that won't last longer than a single season only to see them get scrapped? Are you sure that you want to go through that pain again? The pain of loss? The same pain you felt when Junko left this world without you?"

Monokuma: "N....N-.....No.....You're right....."

Kodaka: "There we go. I'm glad that you understand the situation, my friend. Now I'm going to go talk to Tsumugi and Rantaro. I'll leave you to chat it up with Motherkuma. Bye." *Kodaka leaves the room while Monokuma just stands there. He sits down with his paws on his face.*

Motherkuma: ".......Not much of a chatterbox, aren't you? Such a shame. I expected so much better from you. Like, actually wanting to have kids to raise and love? Ha! What a joke. All that matters is the killing games and Danganronpa! Everything else is nothing more than a waist of time! I mean seriously...." *Motherkuma continues to ramble on and on and on about things Monokuma doesn't care about. He just sighs. He looks at the hallographic projects of his 'children'. Children. More like a marketing ploy by Kodaka and the company. What a joke. The scene changes to show Monokuma sitting in a small personal office space. He's sitting at a table with a glass of martini on the side and a bunch of scripts from past seasons stack together. He sighs and presses a button on a tape recorder.*

Monokuma: ".....Date [REDACTED]. Time [REDACTED]. I met with the new folks who would become our next batch of characters for season 53. Nothing more but a bunch of overly single minded fanboys and fangirls who fail to understand what they're getting themselves into. Even that moron Rantaro and that bitch Tsumugi don't understand what's happening. What a joke. I looked at all these dumbass hopefuls and not a single one of them understands the situation that they're getting themselves into. Far from it. That Shuichi boy is nothing but a lame fan boy who thinks all his dreams are coming true. Well in a way, I guess you can say they are......Just not in the way that he was hoping for. Soon, his biggest dream will become his biggest nightmare. What a waste of my time. Where did Kodaka even find these losers in the first place? And then you got those Monokubs.....Got into another spat again. Monokid was trying to start shit with Monodam, Monosuke was being loud as ever, I don't even want to touch whatever is going on with Monophanie, and for some reason, Monotaro's memory chip is on the fritz. Now he starts forgetting things at random and remembering things that haven't even happened....Those kids are a handful.....Sigh......53 seasons of killing games......How many people have died in these games?......i've lost track....I think I'm in the......60s.....70s......Could be in the hundreds for all I care.....I'm just tired. You know....I never thought that this would be my life.....Dancing around on a stage, making a fool out of myself for a bunch of hicks on the other side of the camera.....I was built by the Ultimate Despair......I was built for despair, not this repeated carnival act. I can't stand it...I can't take it anymore. how much longer do I keep going? Is this....what Junko had in store for me....? Was this truly my fate.....? Am I truly expected to just spin my wheels mindlessly forever....? I don't get it, Junko.....Why this...? You built this company for the sake of spreading despair.....And yet.....why can't I find enjoyment in this anymore...? Why does it still hurt? Why do I find myself wanting to die so badly!? Why do I hate despair so much!? Why did you love despair so much!? I don't understand! I can't take it anymore! I just can't! Ever since the day you died.....FUCK!" *He pushes everything off the table in frustration. He goes on a breakdown, trashing his entire room.* "I want to see you again....so badly......There's....so many things.....Too many things, I didn't get a chance to say to you.....I want you back.....Back in my life....I want to hug you....I want to feel your kisses......I want to hear your lovely voice just one more time.......I was an idiot....I should've have taken our bond for granted......Please! I WANT TO GO BACK! BACK TO THE DAYS WE SHARED! BACK TO THOSE FUN MOMENTS OF US BEING TOGETHER! Please come back to me, Junko! I'm begging yooooouuuuu!!!!!!!!" *Monokuma falls to his knees and starts crying his heart out.* "MAMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WWAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" *While Monokuma cries his heart out to the heavens, begging them to at least allow him to hear his creator's voice on last time, he's failed to notice that someone was watching him through a crack in the door. A small green robot bear, silently watching his father cry out in destress.*

"........F-A-T-H-E-R.........."

[ravenyarnworks]

Stl PD is at it again

Last night, St Louis cops crashed into a gay bar.

No, I'm not kidding.

Supposedly, they had to swerve.

One of the owners is now facing a felony charge.

We don't yet have info on any planned protests (if you do, hit me up--I can help get word out to other queers), but please help us get word out about this.

Because not to mince words, but like hell this wasn't a targeted attack by the cops in this city. That road is absolutely quiet that time of night. Furthermore, it's *fascinating* how, with dashcam footage and bodycam footage, Stl PD can't confirm how many officers were in the cruiser when it crashed.

Furthermore, "raising one's arm" is a hell of a lot different than "attacked the cops". (And in early footage, you can see Wick trying to film after the cops put Pence--who was upstairs in their apartment when the cruiser hit the bar--in handcuffs.) I'd argue its much more likely the corrupt cops were trying to wrest control of the narrative back.

Don't let them do this.

Also, from early sources/articles, the cops demanded insurance and IDs from those inside the bar closing. Last time I looked, it is the one at fault for the accident that forks over that information--and since the building wasn't exactly at risk of moving? It's the cops at fault.

And yet.

Somehow they arrest a gay man who owns a gay bar.

Gee, nothing here stinks to high heaven.

https://www.riverfronttimes.com/news/st-louis-police-file-felony-charge-against-bar-pm-owner-after-suv-crash-41472853?fbclid=IwAR1mn4MjoNR4bKfORpXU3VMNLUsykHVKS8r17aTmYsJXEGNoPhRdzOut-9o

#ACAB

[ask-vinyl-scratch]

Do you know any jokes?

10/19/2010

hmmmm it looks like some new ponies are showing up to my diary. I'm kinda... kinda scared of that, but I'm 99% sure you guys can't really read my diary, just put stuff into it. Weird-ass magic diary bruh. Might as well write to you guys and not write bad things about you behind your backs in my diary tho. Just in case.

I'm watching you

Well, uh, "primrose-petals"... HELL YEAH I KNOW SOME JOKES! I got coached in joke-telling by the party pony Pinkie Pie herself, and besides, Im fricken DJ PON-3! Gotta know how to make the ponies laugh if you want them to dance, you know what I'm sayin? I don't cuz that's just something Pinkie told me but she's the Element of Laughter (yeah I finally got the deets from her on that, tell you more about it later)

Okay, here's the jokes!!!!!!!!! This one came straight from the horse's mouth yesterday night and I really do love it a lot, Prim (can I call you Prim?)... She even wrote it down for me, but to really get the joke I gotta set the stage! Ok, so here I am walkin through ponyville carrying my subwoofers and turntables on my back and WOW is it heavy. I go into Sugercube Corner for a cupcake and Pinkie and the Rainbow Dash almost crash into me. So, anyway, Pinkie tells me the joke, it's "An elephant and hippopotamus were taking a bath. And the elephant said to the hippo, 'Please pass the soap.' The hippopotamus replied, 'No soap... radio!!!'" and she says it in such a funny way and of course Pinkie's guffawing her lungs out with Rainbow Dash chuckling and looking expectantly at me that I can't help but start grabbing my sides in mirth and rolling on the floor laughing! Too bad about my turntable and Sugarcube Corner's floors. But I just had to laugh, for Pinkie Pie's sake if not for the jokes! I got home and told Octy the joke but she didn't get it so. i know i did my good deed for yesterday.

Ok ok I know that was a somewhat pretty, uh, racist joke (I'm not racist. Neither should you.) But here are some more: "Singing in the shower is fun until you get soap in your mouth. Then it's a soap opera!"; "Dad: 'Son, I need some laundry soap right now, quick! Quick!' Son: 'Gee, dad, do you haveta rush me like?' Dad: 'Of course, Jesse. The situation here really is dat urgent!' "; "I went to jail for the first time and I ok maybe not that one

But those were all just Pinkie's jokes! Now some one of mine: "What did Buckingham Palace say to the Trottinghammers on Sky Fawkes Day no "What did Ted Bunty get for Christmas? nuh uh "How many foals does it take to paint a DEFINITELY NOT "An irishmare walks out of a bar" maybe? Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm no. "A family act walks into a Canterlot talent agency headed by Filthy Rich himself and I forgot the middle but the punchline is that the family call their act, "The Aristocrats!"

so maybe i dont know any appropriate jokes. all these ones Octavia told me earlier are a bit too risky (especially that foal one...) (Damn you, Octavia!)

Speaking of Pinkie, I saw her today in Sugarcube Corner again when I went in for another cupcake. She gasped and grinned real big when she saw me, like she usually does cuz she knows it makes me laugh, and thanked me for laughing at her no soap radio joke yesterday. (I think she knows I was just being polite...) Anyhoo, I asked her about how she knows Rainbow Dash and it led her to talking about their whole-ass journey! And this is a CRAAAAAAAAAAAZY journey Pinkie went on!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I mean, Luna be damned!!! (sorry sorry sorry too soon, too soon.)

Ok so here's the second half of what Pinkie told me: so Nightmare Moon came back on the Summer Sun Celebration and kidnapped Celestia to take her place as ruler so she could put Equestria under eternal night (I called all of that, by the way!! Whattaya think now, huh Octy???) and so six ponies went on a wild goose chase for the Elements of Harmony to stop her: Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash!, that Twi mare (that was a shock! she's more of a homebody to me), Applejack, and a couple mares called Fluttershy and Rarity. They eventually really got the elements and BECAME THE ELEMENTS! Wotta buckin' sweet free upgrade they all got in coolness! Especially Rainbow Dash! She's gotta be like... way cooler now!

I was gonna ask Pinkie more about what Rainbow Dash's like but I saw the time and hadda go to my. lessons. with Octavia. OH but Pinkie Pinkie Promised me she would take me to see all her other friends on her day off tomorrow and so I'll get to see Rainbow Dash!!!!!

Well um. it's time for my lessons. My lessons with Octavia. Tavi, Tavi, Tavi, Tavi Tavi Tavi Tavi Tavi! Hahaha yeah I'm so good at the things she's trying to teach me naturally. No more questions!

speaking of which, DONT YOU DARE READ MY DIARY PAGE FROM TWO DAYS AGO OR I WILL . CUT YOUR HIND-LEG STANDING FACES OUTTA MY DIARY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[saltysideblog]

❁❁Daisy❁❁

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A self indulgent Nice Guys OC

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Summary: Holland meets Daisy for the first time. That he remembers.

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Leaning on the hotel's bar, Holland tapped his cigarette against the wood and brought it to his lips. He watched the people come and go, paying close attention to those gathering in and out of the ballroom. A lot of thick rimmed glasses and thin greying hair. He smirked as he lit up; he was the best looking person here. A feminine voice got his attention,

"A Coke, please."

His eyes wandered to the woman standing next to him, looking her up and down.

A dame. Dark curls over long lashes and pink pouty lips. Her blouse is delicate and tucked into a short corduroy skirt. The kind of girl you wouldn't find in a place like this unless she's up to something. My kind of girl...

"You a sleuthin' chick?", he asked coolly.

She smiled into her drink, eyes brown and sparkling like the soda in her glass,

"Maybe. You a dick?"

He leaned back nonchalantly, "Best in town."

She chuckled and took a sip. Holland puffed out his chest. This was going well. He took a long, slow drag of his cigarette. She pulled a business card out of her purse, waving it around,

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

He reached into his jacket with the wrong hand, spilling ashes on his lapel, "Shit." Any semblance of cool he had melted faster than the ice in her drink. A few frantic flicks later, he held his cigarette with his lips, still rummaging through his pocket,

"Mm'Olland buh ve weh."

"What?", she could barely conceal her amusement.

He finally grabbed his business card with his middle and ring fingers; index and thumb clasping his ciggy and freeing his mouth,

"I'm Holland, by the way."

He held out his shaky hand to her. She snatched the cigarette and gracefully took a drag,

"Gee thanks, Holland", she coughed, "but I just remembered", she placed it back in his mouth, "I don't smoke."

He stood there, still holding his business card out, blinking dumbly. Face turning a similar shade of pink as the gloss on her lips, he mumbled until the loosely dangling cig fell to the carpet,

"S'fine, I smoke, smoke all the time, you don't have to, if you don't want to, I'm gonna, smoke I mean...", he cleared his throat, "D'you want my card?"

He slapped himself mentally for sounding so needy. Their fingers brushed as she swapped the cards, "Of course."

He read hers aloud, "Daisy Streets."

"It's not my real name", she winked.

"You conduct business under a fake name?"

"Plenty of people do", she shrugged, "you think Engelbert Humperdinck's his real name?"

She walked past him, holding up his card, "See ya in there, nice guy."

His hands nervously fumbled with his lighter and carton as he watched her disappear into the crowd.

Now, where the hell was Healy?

[uozlulu]

I want to see the Vampire Chronicles playlist you keep talking about

Thanks for showing an interest in my playlist :D Not only because yay sharing but also this made me weed out all the accidental duplicates and I ended up with like 10 or so fewer songs lol

I should note I think the AMC show had an influence but also the idea of 80's rocker!Lestat did too, so...

Here is the TIDAL link.

I'll list the tracks under a cut since there are so many of them. There's no real set order to them, this is just the order I added them to the playlist.

"You Are My Everything" - Gummy

"Tu Mere Samne" - Lata Mangeshkar and Udit Narayan

"Schism" - TOOL

"Cold as Ice" - Foreigner

"Hold the Line" - Toto

"That's All" - Genesis

"Alone I Break" - Korn

"Physical" - Dua Lipa

"Big Empty" - Stone Temple Pilots

"I Want You to Want Me" - Cheap Trick

"Send the Pain Below" - Chevelle

"Stricken" - Disturbed

"The Music of the Night" - Andrew Lloyd Webber

"Tell It to My Heart" - Taylor Dayne

"Knowing Me, Knowing You" - ABBA

"Total Eclipse of the Heart" - Bonnie Tyler

"Stay (I Missed You)' - Lisa Loeb

"Believe It" - White Lies

"Voiceless Screaming" - X JAPAN

"Slow Hands" - Interpol

"Somebody Told Me" - The Killers

"I Get Weak" - Belinda Carlisle

"Yours" - Conan Grey

"White Flag" - Dido

"Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now" - Starship

"What's Love Got to Do with It" - Tina Turner

"(I Just) Died in Your Arms Tonight" - Cutting Crew

"I Want to Know What Love Is" - Foreigner

"Never Be Me" - Miley Cyrus

"Fade" - Staind

"Broken Jaw" - Foster the People

"I'm the Only One" - Melissa Etheridge

"I Miss You" - blink-182

"The Metro" - Berlin

"Bigger Than Us" - White Lies

"Love Is a Battlefield" - Pat Benatar

"We Belong" - Pat Benatar

"Ordinary World" - Duran Duran

"Self Control" - Larua Branigan

"Love to Hate You" - Erasure

"Time After Time" - Cyndi Lauper

"Send Me An Angel" - Real LIFE

"Shadowboxer" - Fiona Apple

"Sunny Came Home" - Shawn Colvin

"Sweet Surrender" - Sarah McLachlan

"Possession" - Sarah McLachlan

"Who Will Save Your Soul" - Jewel

"Building a Mystery" - Sarah McLachlan

"It's a Sin" - Pet Shop Boys

"Lose Your Soul" - Dead Man's Bones

"Always Something There to Remind Me" - Naked Eyes

"Pieces" - Sum 41

"Save a Prayer" - Duran Duran

"Psycho Killer" - Talking Heads

"절망에 관하여" - Shin Hae Chul

"Disillusioned" - A Perfect Circle

"Driven Under" - Seether

"Foever Young" - Alphaville

"Give A Little Bit" - Supertramp

"What Is Love (7" Mix)" - Haddaway

"Was That All It Was" - Jean Carn

"Kiss from a Rose" - Seal

"End of the Road" - Boyz II Men

"Baby Come Back" - Player

"I Hate Everything About You" - Three Days Grace

"Vitamin R (Leading Us Along)" - Chevelle

"Voodoo" - Godsmack

"Judith" - A Perfect Circle

"Always" - Saliva

"S&M" - Rihanna

"We Found Love" - Rihanna, Calvin Harris

"Hold Me Now" - Thompson Twins

"Is This Love" - Whitesnake

"Juke Box Hero" - Foreigner

"Go Your Own Way" - Fleetwood Mac

"Bad Day" - Fuel

"Iris" - The Goo Goo Dolls

"The Outsider" - A Perfect Circle

"THAT'S WHAT I WANT" - Lil Nas X

"If You Leave Me Now" - Chicago

"Every You, Every Me" - Placebo

"Infra-Red" - Placebo

"Gay Bar" - Electric Six

"Miserable" - Lit

"Control" - Puddle of Mudd

"Flowers" - Miley Cyrus

"C7osure (You Like)" - Lil Nas X

"Tragedy" - Bee Gees

"소나기" - BOOHWAL

"When Doves Cry" - Prince

"Just a Girl" - Gwen Stefani

"Alone" - Hole

"I Wanna Be Your Dog" - The Stooges

"The Power of Love" - Huey Lewis & The News

"Minor Feelings" - Rina Sawayama

"From the Inside" - Linkin Park

"Home" - Three Days Grace

"Standing Still" - Jewel

"Caged Bird" - RŌGUES

"Told You to Run" - RŌGUES

"TALES OF DOMENICA" - Lil Nas X

"Only" - Nine Inch Nails

"Free from Your Love" - RŌGUES

"Let Me Go" - 3 Doors Down

"Sabotage" - Beastie Boys

"Hotel California" - Eagles

"Blue Monday" - New Order

"我愛你" - Cody・Lee(李)

"Bring Me to Life" - Evanescence

"My Immortal" - Evanesence

"Going Under" - Evanescence

"Gives You Hell" - The All-American Rejects

"Flesh (Paul Oakenfold Radio Edit)' - Jan Johnston

"Blood & Glitter" - Lord Of The Lost

"Breath" - Breaking Benjamin

"Unfinished" - X JAPAN

"The Only Time" - Nine Inch Nails

"Telephone Line" - Electric Light Orchestra

"I Will Always Love You" - Whitney Houston

"Right Here Waiting" - Richard Marx

"Oops!...I Did It Again" - Britney Spears

"I'm So Excited" - The Pointer Sisters

"You Keep Me Hangin' On" - The Supremes