#but honestly i'm just watchin how things play out from now on

[eusouumfuckingkoala]

If the World Was Ending (Alessia Russo x Reader)

a/n: This one is short, honestly I don't know how I feel about this one, tell me what you think about it.

I was bored all day and night with nothing to do but miss Alessia, everything I did reminded me of her, this distance was so hard not having her every day was hitting me harder than I thought, I knew dating a professional football player would require a lot to keep it up with a schedule we had never been so much time apart but I couldn't leave my job to go with her to the World Cup.

So the only thing I could think of after a few drinks at home was to text her - what's the worst that could happen?

To Lessi 🧸

I didn't feel it when the earthquake happened?

From Lessi 🧸

I just landed I didn't feel anything, it's everything okay?

To Lessi 🧸

Got me thinking...

From Lessi 🧸

About what?

To Lessi 🧸

Were you out drinking, were you in the living room chillin' watchin' television...

From Lessi 🧸

Y/N/N you aren't making any sense, I just told you I landed. Did you hit your head with the earthquake?

To Lessi 🧸

It's been a year now, think I figured out, how to let you go...

From Lessi 🧸

Don't be dramatic it was just 4 months?

To Lessi 🧸

We know you weren't down for forever and it's fine...

From Lessi 🧸

We already talk about this Y/N/N...And we're not going to have this conversation by text.

To Lessi 🧸

I know you know we know...

From Lessi 🧸

You aren't making any sense! Are you drunk?

To Lessi 🧸

We weren't meant for each other and it's fine...

From Lessi 🧸

I'm on my way over!

To Lessi 🧸

But If the world was ending you'd come over right?"

Since she didn't answer, I ended up going to take a shower. Afterward, I went to the backyard and put the music on to relax - it was the only thing that could calm you down besides Alessia. It was the only two ways I could connect with my feelings without feeling overwhelmed by it.

The night air carried a gentle breeze, carrying the subtle scent of blooming flowers and fresh dew. String lights adorned the backyard, casting a warm glow that played with the shadows. As Alessia entered the house with the spare key, the sliding door opened, revealing you against the backdrop of twinkling lights and the soft melody of your favorite song filling the air.

"Y/N where are you?"

You appeared at the sliding door to the living room, music playing in the background as you looked at her.

"Hallo..."

Alessia approached, a mix of relief and worry evident in her eyes. She stopped in front of you and reached to hold your hands. "What happened? I just landed, and you're acting like we broke up. You scare me..."

"It's been 4 months, but I miss you so much, you don't know how much..." She was already with tears in her eyes. "And I already told you I was never down for forever, but I thought I was looking for something impossible to find. This feeling you give me that never disappears even when the world is all messed up, it's like electricity, with you, it's just different! I love you, Y/N!"

You look at her with so much adoration that it leaves her even more confused. Your hand cradled her face, gently wiping her tears with your thumbs.

"Please say something..."

You could see the panic in her eyes, which made you feel guilty, but all that she just told made your heart speak a bit. She had never expressed how you made her feel, and you realized how much she actually loved you.

"I love you too, Lessi, but listen..."

She was confused but stopped to listen to the song that was playing in the background. Suddenly, she playfully pushed you away, making you stumble.

"Are you for real, Y/N! You text prank me why? I thought you were breaking up with me!"

"Never in a million years!" You pulled her into a kiss that conveyed all your feelings, leaving her momentarily baffled. After she composed herself, she snuggled into your arms. "I miss you so much, Lessi."

"Don't even try there are no kisses for you until tomorrow!" She declared annoyed, making you playfully whine.

"What? Why?"

"You are lucky I'm not making you sleep on the couch!"

"You wouldn't, you miss me too much. Denying yourself another good night of sleep would make no sense, Princess."

"Whatever? I'm gonna take a shower." She tried to hide her smile, knowing full well that you were right.

Before she could go, you couldn't resist but pull her into an embrace, when your eyes locked onto hers, a soft smile played on your lips, meeting her in a lingering and affectionate kiss.

"I mean it, Lessi. I missed you so much." She looks at you trying to act unimpressed.

"Well, maybe there's a chance for one more kiss." She smirks playfully once you lean in to kiss her again.

She chuckled, teasingly pulling away, and headed to the shower, leaving you with a contented smile. The atmosphere shifted from emotional intensity to a more playful banter, a dance between lovers who found solace in both serious and lighthearted moments. The night held a promise of tomorrow, filled with shared laughter, kisses, and the comfort of being in each other's arms once again. Making a home feel like home again.

[l3viat8an]

HEY RO!!!!! 🌹

I don't remember which game or lesson it came from but I remember a scene where MC and Beel were looking through the fridge for a snack and there was a pudding(?) With Mammon's name on it and Beel said "Oh, this one has Mammon's name on it. That means it's up for grabs!" (Or something along those lines, I can't remember exactly) And It got me thinking...

Mammon putting a collar on MC with his name on it to "claim them as his own" but the other brothers just completely disregard it. In all honesty it only makes them more attracted to you. And they always make you leave it on while they fuck you! Mc is just passed around the brothers "Mom said it's my turn on the Xbox" style. The brothers also "use" you to get back at Mammon for various things he's done to them.

Lucifer: (this bitch is just on a power trip honestly)

He calls you in the middle of movie night with Mammon and tells you to come to his office right away. After you've been gone for some time Mammon comes after you to find you. He busts into Lucifer's office to see you absolutely covered in Luci's cum and Lucifer has you in a mating press on his desk, just ruthlessly ramming into you. He looks Mammon straight in the eye and chuckles sadistically as you cum on his cock again. And he just keeps on bullying your hole as he scoffs at Mammon

"Look at how pathetic you are~ Not even being able to protect your most valuable possession from me~"

Leviathan: (This bitch wants his money/stuff back, but for now he'll use you as retribution)

Mammon had gone out shopping and you were just chillin in his room, sitting on his bed and playing on your phone. Then Levi bursts into the room panting, fuming and yelling about his limited edition Ruri-chan figure. His gaze immediately locks on you and he grabs you. He drags you back to his room, mumbling about paying Mammon back for what he's done. He ties you up and edges you for hours until eventually, Mammon comes looking for you. Mammon is obviously enraged by the whole situation and Levi is just grinning sadistically, still torturing you, while Mammon throws a tantrum

"You took my prized possession, so it's only fair that I take yours"

Beelzebub: (Mammon ate his food)

You and Mammon are chillin on the couch, watchin some tv, but mostly talking. Beel wanders into the kitchen for a snack. Soon you hear a loud growl from the kitchen and Beel storms into the living room absolutely livid. He doesn't say a word to Mammon and justs plucks you off the couch and tosses you over his shoulder. He marches to the dining room with Mammon in tow protesting loudly. Once he gets there, he plops you down on the table and pulls up a chair. He rips off your bottoms and just goes to town eating you. He holds you in place (because Mammon is probably tryna pull you away) and just eats you for as long as he feels like even through your pleas for him to slow down.

"You ate my food, so now I'm going to eat them instead"

(Obviously everything is consensual w safewords and such in place. They do love you after all)

~🍒

Levi’s?????? Hsksheuwban-

Lemme just add Satan cuz this idea is lovely~ 🍒~

Satan’s been roped into tutoring you and Mammon again, but Mammon skipped. Coming up with some lame excuse like he had a photo shoot or something-

And while Satan’s always happy to get some time alone with you, this means he’ll have to tutor Mammon separately……and ofc you’re still walking around with that damned collar with Mammon’s name on it!! unless you end up distracted-

And that’s how Mammon finds you a few hours later, he walked into the library already sayin’ how he’s sorry he late and how his shoot ran long, only to look over and see you bent over the table while Satan pounds you from behind.

Satan doesn’t even falter as he makes eye contact with Mammon, “You’re late.”

[strawberrylollipop26-blog-blog]

The Untamed/Actors

Okay. I finally watched The Untamed and I really cannot stop watching the series.

A few weeks ago, I was bored enough to watch the show. First, let me say that it wasn't because I harbored any negative thoughts. See, I've heard of the show for awhile now. However, my version of remembering is someone telling me one of the mains dies. Well, I'm not a fan of sad endings so I refused to watch the series for the longest time. It's been sitting in my Netflix cue for awhile. Possibly a month before, I'd watched Word of Honor and before that Alchemy of Souls which meant I was pretty desperate for something new in the fantasy world (and besides I love a man with long hair). Ha.

Anyway, I somehow came across someone advertising the story on TikTok so I found the book and couldn't put it down. Took me a few days to read through (mostly because I have a person in my life who demands attention). No excuses left except to watch the series.

I was a bit sidetracked at first. I mean, there are some things that are the same and others completely different. I'm old enough to know the reason why they didn't include the actual couple coupling. I wasn't even upset about that and even though I was thrown off by the scenes of WWX with Qing. I understood where they were coming from too. I didn't understand why they changed the other elements of the story: the yin iron pieces, WWX genius, "the sword (they removed the body parts and I was really looking forward to a headless man chasing the junior disciples around). Sadly this meant removing a lot of the funny, jaw dropping parts too.

Either way, although some aspects took longer, I really liked this series. I'm really bummed it took me years to watch it. I feel like I missed all the hype, but then again I think Covid snuck up on this show too and they had to stop promotions afterward. I'm glad that of the research I've done the show did so well.

The relationship between LZ and WY in the book and show makes me want to scream. Honestly, both can be appreciated in different ways. Watching the show, again I wasn't disappointed with the character representation or their relationship.

A plus was I never gave JC a second thought while reading the book and even started to dislike him. The JC on the show gave me all the feels.

The Actors

I found out the main leads for WWX and LZ can actually sing. They're so good. The past week or so they did a show and I was able to hear them. I went down the rabbit hole after that. I didn't even know they sung the theme to The Untamed. I should've probably looked it up, but at the time I was too obsessed with the beautiful flute(?) playing to pay much attention to the singing.

Now, I'm in the process of discovering if I'm going to be a new fan.

Sidenote and complete digression. BTS it hasn't even been a full year and I'm already falling in love with new people. My heart was supposed to belong to them only. End of sidenote.

I've found other shows with the actors in them to try and discover if I actually like them or it's the hair and the story. I thought I liked actors before and then I just had a hard time being interested when I see them without hair. Sadly, I started watchin Xiao Zhan's new show and he unfortunately has hair so I'm still in love. Although, I found his other show Oath of Love and I'm going to check that out, but I think I should wait. I don't know if I should watch two shows at the same time with the same person. How will I ever know it's true?

His new show "The Longest Promise" is interesting, but I'm not sure how to feel about it right now. I'm taking my time so I'm only on episode five. Important note about me is I always choose streaming because I hate waiting for shows to come on. I know these are supposed to come out daily, but still. Normally, I'm the type of person to wait until everything's out to watch it.

I even found Legend of Fei with Wang Yibo, and he also has hair. I know he has another movie called Hidden Blade (I think), but I was unable to find that one.

Well, I will be digesting their other shows to see if I want to jump into new fandoms. Who am I kidding? I'm already in the shallow end.

[todayisafridaynight]

I have gotten two of my friends interested in Tsuma just by spamming GIFs so can confirm the Cutest Old Man In Media strategy has a high success rate... ON THAT NOTE. Very strong list of cuties... I Must Agree... Ikegami may be At Least A Little heinous but can't argue with that reasoning...

AND OK LISTEN. Some things I tell you are meant to be locked away in the vault never to be spoken of again... Tsutsumi's retirement is one of those... [just kidding it's fine LMAO he can do whatever makes him happy But I Will Cry I'm Sorry WE GET LIKE ONE MAINLINE GAME EVERY FOUR YEARS WHAT IF JO NEVER COMES BACK AAAA] BUT YES. YEAH. Very curious how he might do as a director...

DJKLGHJKLSDHLKS NO THAT'S THE FUNNIEST THING because I will generally just mention something in passing without actually recommending it but you'll go for it anyway😭😭😭NOT COMPLAINING. NOT COMPLAINING IN THE SLIGHTEST you have my deepest gratitude after A Lifetime of having my recommendations fall through and not being able to talk about stuff I'm into I cannot say this enough 😭😭😭😭😭but of course, definitely checking out the movie when I can :] I wish I could've watched before responding but busy day... oh well...

Speaking of! Kagerou Touge here and Tonbi here. They're both a bit less than three hours and split into two parts sooooo up to you <3 I don't remember enough about Tonbi to summarize it any better than what's on the page and It Is Best I Leave Kagerou A Surprise From Start To Finish. Bali Big Brother has been a bitch for years though unfortunately😩no subs may or may not be better than the machine-translated subs I had to work with

AGREED ON EVERYTHING ABOUT ATR NO NOTES NO ADDITIONS... YOU GET ME... KUROMI/MY MELODY-CORE SO REAL I felt like stopping and pointing whenever you could see their charms😭😭😭big fan... huge even... also the visual direction was Overall really good it is such a pretty anime and goes So Hard with the rain motif... SPEAKING OF THE FINALE WHICH I LOVED FOR THOSE SAME REASONS AS WELL Akira imagining breaking into a run to kiss Kondo on the cheek in the "date" ep but when she actually does it in real life it's a hug... as friends... broooooooo 😭😭😭😭😭

can't believe you're just hoarding keisuke gifs from me 😭 yes ive seen all of the show but STILL BUT REGARDLESS I'M GLAD YOU GOT OTHERS ON BOARD truly love this show a lot for keisuke... even beyond him tho not only is the cast really lovely but again i really love where the story went and how it all culminated in its last episodes..

and LISTEN Yes Ikegami Is A Lil Rank. Comes With Being A Yakuza but i do not have many options out of the charas ive seen tsutsumi play 😔 we been through this ttm is either very heinous or very serious in his films.... have to be careful..... plus i still think him smiling so much during the filming of the movie was cute, he's just a little silly to me 😔

but if tsutsumi isn't due to come back cause of his career, i gotta be the one to rip the bandaid off an assume jo prob won't return after this game. which either means 1.) joins the graveyard of tsutsumi charas 2.) He Somehow Gets Out Just Fine ???? And Just Does His Own Thing ???? Alone ???? either way... very intrigued to see what LaD8 has in store with that in mind...

there's some evil parasite in my brain that makes me immensely interested in things- like i accidentally went down a rabbit hole on The Superman Curse after someone made an aside comment about the latest flash movie DO NOT mention things to me because i will investigate it thoroughly... AND IM GLAD I DO CAUSE I FIND GEMS LIKE THESE !!!!!!!!! with that said i hope you enjoy the movie if you get to it !! (❁´◡`❁)

AND SPEAKING OF EPIC THANK YOU SO MUCH !!! i wouldn't mind with auto-generated subs tbh.... i've worked with less honestly BUT for now i'll see to watchin these two tonight ||ヽ(*￣▽￣*)ノミ|Ю

I REALLY LOVED THE RAIN THEME OF AtR. like Yeah That's On The Label BUT STILL it really fit the title so well... AND YAYA THE PARALLEL IN THE DATE EP FANTASY VS THE FINAL EP REALITY.... cinema.. LITERAL cinema i LOVE so so much the direction the anime went with their relationship... i said it enough but it's just so refreshing and great to see...

[concernedacfan]

dbloodymoon replied to your link: Odd Tease In The Division 2 Spills The Beans On...

I daresay the page Assassin’s Creed Brazil said that firsthand, even before confirmation of Kotaku, but it was a unpretencious post last year!

From what I remember it was small snippits of info that had the same weight as a Japan rumored game and even a Brazil game. Its like of like before Origins, there was always a theory that for sure it will be Egypt, every year until it happened.

[whiskeynwriting]

So we've seen Daddy Whiskey jealous but I'm curious what happens when it's the other way around? How does Jack handle it and how does she react?

Oh anon, what a spectacular question.

Meant to Be Mine

Agent Daddy Whiskey x Female Reader

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Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) dirty talk, praise kink, daddy kink (YAYAYAY ITS BACK), panty kink (ooh) sub and dom Whiskey (fuck me), brief vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, slight cum play, semi-public sex, jealous reader, established relationship.

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A/N: I don’t think I could have enjoyed this more. FUCK.

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Being involved with the Statesman corporation was, well… overwhelming, to say the least. Because of your relationship with Jack, you were then associated with the company, too. Everything you did had to be just right, because if you didn’t follow protocol, it was Jack that had to face the consequences.

You had to make sure words like agent and mission didn’t slip out of your mouth, had to make sure Jack’s job was kept secret. When you’d first gotten together, he ran you through the protocol, even took you to Statesman HQ to get finger-printed and offer data collection. You were his now, you were important now, and if anything ever happened to you, it’s likely that whoever the criminal was knew about Jack’s undercover occupation all along. They had to cover all their bases. It was a lot, a lot; but at the end of it, you got him.

And anyways, being associated with Statesman wasn’t all bad, hell, most of the time it was great. Jack was paid handsomely for his work, which offered the two of you the opportunity to live comfortably. Jack wasn’t a selfish man, not in any aspect of life, and whenever he was spoiled, he made sure to spoil you, too.

“Which store do you wanna visit first, babycakes?” he asks, pulling you into his side.

You giggle happily, following his motions and melting right into him. He presses a wet kiss to your temple, his grin as bright as the sun. He’d taken you to the most luxurious shopping mall he could find, more than eager to watch you try on every single dress you could find. The first place you could think of was a small boutique only a few yards away.

Jack lets you play, he lets you have your fun, but he knows he won’t be buying you a dress from any of these little boutiques. He has a very specific store in mind, one with a selection he knows you’ll be more than happy to scan. After a few years of being together, he’s learned your taste. He knows what style you like, what colors and accessories you most prefer, and he’ll never offer you anything but the best of the best.

At the beginning of the month, Jack informed you of a Statesman gala taking place in three weeks, wanting to give you enough time to clear your schedule and to find another outfit you’d adore. By now, you’d gotten the hang of how to act at these events, having been practicing such professionalism for years now. And honestly, Jack did most of the talking, anyway, being that he was the agent that knew the ins and outs of the company. It was nice seeing him in his natural environment, and in all honesty, it was nice being the pretty thing on his arm, too. You liked when he showed you off, and lord did he love to do it.

“Are you bored?” you ask after the third store, giving him a fake pout as you cling to his arm.

“Honey,” he laughs, “You think I’m bored? Watchin’ you try on all these pretty little dress? Baby, it’s been the highlight of my week.”

You roll your eyes at his exaggeration, but you both know there’s truth in his words. He never wanted to do anything if it wasn’t with you.

“Let’s head up here,” he gestures, nodding to the store up ahead. “Think you’ll like this one.”

As soon as you walk in, you’re speechless. The entire store is like something out of a movie; chandeliers hang from the ceiling above glass counters filled with laser-cut gems and multi-colored accessories, and the stone tile sparkles from the bright light, leading the way through multiple racks of gowns that you swear you’ve seen at the Oscars before. There’s an entire wall dedicated to various selections of shoes, and a hallway in the back leading to private changing stalls. In the back right of the space sits a miniature salon dedicated to waxing and brow tinting, as well as lash services surrounding extensions, length, and lamination.

“How, how do you even know about this place?” you ask breathlessly with a grin, turning to look up at him.

“I have my connections, sugar. Now come on.” He says, jerking his head to the side and gesturing towards the store that sits waiting to be explored. “Let’s find you a dress.”

He chuckles when you hurriedly nod, immediately scurrying off. You’d seen a rack of maroon dresses as soon as you walked in; he knew that’s where you’d go. It takes him a second to catch up, you really did run off. His feet walk him down the pathway of racks, each aisle displaying a different color or style. She’ll have a fun time in here.

“Jack?”

He stops in his tracks, face twisting slightly in confusion. That’s not your voice. And when he turns, he immediately connects the dots.

“Oh, Laura…” he manages out, awkwardness quickly filling the air. “How uh, how’re you doin’?”

“I’m great!” she says, a toothy smile plastered across her face.

She approaches Jack with much more enthusiasm than he had hoped for, and he stumbles back a bit from the force of her hug. Both of his hands rise, unsure of what to do. As she continues to cling to him, he eventually sets a hand on her back, not to welcome her in but to signal the end of her over-enthused embrace.

When you don’t see Jack behind you, you frown, wondering where he could be. He was just with you a second ago, but it doesn’t take you long to find him. What was originally innocent wonder turns into perturbed confusion. A pang of jealousy radiates throughout your chest when you see the older woman throw herself at Jack, his hesitant reaction making you smirk. You watch as he lays a hand on her back, his steps now retreating.

“How have you been? You look fantastic!” she grins, hand on her hip while she lifts the other to her face.

She bites on the nail of her pointer finger, very obviously eyeing Jack. And honestly, you can’t blame her, he does look fucking great today. He’s in one of your favorite outfits; Jack had a few pairs of jeans that were perfectly tight in all the right places, the dark-washed ones he has on now being one of them. He’s also wearing a white t-shirt beneath his black leather jacket, his brown cowboy boots and midnight colored hat adding to the style, as well. And lastly, his look was completed with those dark orange aviators, now resting comfortably on the curved bridge of his nose. You loved every piece and when put together, they collectively made your panties drop.

“Well thanks,” he sighs out, putting his own hands on his hips. His voice is deep and gravely, one hand raising as his head dips down to push his glasses further up on his nose. “I’ve been good, real good.”

“Seems like it.” she returns, completely blind to Jack’s obvious disinterest. “What’ve you been up to these days?”

When she asks this question, you take your first steps down the aisle, leisurely making your way toward Jack. And out of the corner of his eye, he sees you, your presence immediately lifting his mood.

“Quite a lot,” he finally responds, chuckling happily as he turns toward you. He nods in your direction, prompting the woman’s attention, too. “This one’s kept me busy.” Jack gives you a quick wink as he says it, making you blush. His strong arm then extends your way, wrapping it around you when you’re close enough.

“Oh my gosh, I didn’t even see you there!” she laughs, tapping her hand against Jack’s firm chest. He raises a brow at this, and so do you. “Nice to meet you sweetie, are you Jack’s niece?”

Both of your brows raise now, and Jack stifles an affronted laugh. He’s not sure he’s ever heard someone speak to you this way, and your collective shock only grows when she continues to speak.

“Is prom coming up?”

“Hm, no.” you return, offering a fake grin. “I’m Jack’s girlfriend.” You then counter, the offense in your voice evident. Her forehead furrows.

“Really? Jack…” she outwardly scoffs. “You can’t be serious.”

“As a heart attack.” He quickly responds, the arm around you tightening as he rubs soothing circles over your hip. “She’s been mine for a while now.”

You smile up at him, heart beating with affection. No matter how many times you run into people like this, it never changes the way you feel about each other. But that doesn’t mean it didn’t still make you mad.

She’s clearly flustered, a redness of rage blooming on her face. You’d known about this woman for a few months now, a drunken talk about exes and one-night stands between you and Jack leading to the revelation. It’s not like you cared; everyone has a past. But you know that this piece of history in particular was short and quite frankly, did not end well.

“I, I never would have – she’s, s – so young,” she stutters out, crossing her arms while gesturing to you.

“She is a pretty little thing, isn’t she?” he grins, staring down at you with pride.

You give him a happy hum, leaning up to place a quick peck on his lips. When you stand flat on your feet again, you turn to face her, feigning a look of distress as you speak.

“I am so sorry, where are my manners?” you say, giving her your name. “It’s so nice to meet you. I didn’t know Jack had a grandmother that was still alive.”

It might be a cheap shot but hey, you’re pissed. She’s quite a bit older than you and the fact that she is makes you slightly jealous, makes you think Jack would’ve preferred being with her. But within two seconds, that thought disappears, returning to its nonexistent status in both your mind and his.

She sneers at your choice of words, jaw dropping in disgust. “I’ll have you know that we used to date.”

“Okay now –”

“Date?” you interrupt, the anger slowly boiling in your belly now shooting through your veins. “Don’t you think that’s a bit of a stretch?”

“Excuse me?”

“Don’t flatter yourself, Laura. I know who you are, and from your excessive interaction on Jack’s social media accounts, there’s no way you don’t know who I am.”

Jack turns his head toward you, leaning down slightly to hide his face. He’s laughing, and he doesn’t want to come off rude, but he finds this entire thing hilarious. If he knew you couldn’t handle yourself, he would’ve stepped in way sooner, but he knows you’re better than that.

“Baby?” you then ask, turning to face him.

Jack quickly clears his throat, immediately lifting his head. “Yeah, honey?”

“I think I found a dress I like. Why don’t you come with me and watch me try it on?”

Without another word you spin around, grabbing his hand with your right one while your left snags a random dress off the rack. You pull him away, hearing him stumble being you before finding his footing as you drag him to the back of the store.

“Hi, can I help you?” an assistant near the changing rooms asks.

“Hi, I’d like to try this on.” You quickly say, lifting your dress with a little shake.

“Of course! You can use changing room C.” she gets out a laminated card, scribbling down your name once you give it before leaning over to give it to you.

“Thank you.” you hurry out, your hand not leaving Jack’s as you lead the way to your room.

Once down the hall and in front of your door, you grab a fistful of Jack’s white shirt, gripping it near the neckline, and yank him into the stall. He stumbles in behind you, a slight woah breathed out as he looks at you with wide eyes. Your back is turned to him, jamming the card into its slot on the front of the door and then shutting it with a firm slam. You then quickly lock it, spinning on your heels to turn and face him. He sees the look in your eyes and immediately thinks is she mad at me? He watches you stalk towards him, and he’s so taken off guard that he actually backs up. His thighs hit the front of a chair sitting in the corner of the fitting room, prompting him to sit.

“Honey I –”

“You can’t be serious, Jack.” You mutter, repeating the woman’s words with an immense amount of sarcasm in your voice.

“She’s so young.” You continue, lifting your dress slightly and hooking your fingers around your thong. The one you wore made it easy to change into others, a loose little piece of clothing Jack had bought you last spring.

Quickly, you slide your red panties down your legs, stepping out of them and holding them in your palm. Jack’s eyes dip down as he watches you move, brows shooting toward the sky when he sees your panties drop. His mouth waters at the sight, a whirlwind of fantasies flying through his mind.

“Babycakes, what’re you do –”

“Did you enjoy seeing her, Jack?” you ask, placing your hands on his shoulders.

“What? N – no.” he replies, forehead wrinkling in confusion.

“Did she call you daddy, too?” you wonder aloud, linking your fingers behind his neck and moving to slide onto his lap.

“Honey, I, you know nobody’s ever –” he’s cut off by a throaty groan when he feels your nails rake down his thick neck.

“You look so good today, daddy. So good…” you mumble, fingers dancing below his neckline.

Jack whines, heading tilting downward to watch your fingers move with wide eyes. He’s already panting, unsure of what exactly is going through your head.

“Is it okay that I’m sitting on daddy’s lap?” you coo, hands cupping his cheeks to bring his eyeline up to yours.

“Mhm, yeah baby. Of course, of course it is…” he trails off, eyes scanning your beautiful face in awe.

“I am young, aren’t I?” you ask, tilting your head. “So young and naïve… do you think I’m naïve, Jack?”

Keeping his gaze, you grab his hand, lifting it to your mouth. When he opens his mouth to answer, he’s cut off by a moan, watching your mouth gradually envelope his pointer finger.

“Oh baby…” he sighs out, feeling your tongue swirl around. “No, you aren’t. I know you aren’t, sugar. You’re so experienced, baby doll, taught me so many things…”

“Is that right?” you ask, removing his finger from your mouth.

“Mhm,” he whimpers with a small nod, watching you lean in and brush your nose with his.

Your mouth ghosts over his, and you grin as he tilts his head up, seeking out the touch of your mouth. Keeping your open-mouthed grin, your tongue pokes out, and Jack watches with intent. His own mouth opens wider, watching you gently lay the wet muscle over his. The hot sigh that hits your face makes you wet, makes your thighs tense and inner walls clench.

“You poor thing…” you sigh out, continuing to hold his face and reveling in the rising sensation beneath his pants. “You went through so many women before you got to me, didn’t you?”

“Mhm,” he repeats, eyes never leaving yours.

“Had to wait so long to feel my pussy, see a body as beautiful as mine.” You offer a fake pout, stroking his cheek. “All that time…”

“It was time wasted.” He spits out, the tent in his pants prodding at your uncovered core.

“Oh, I know it was, daddy.”

He released an exasperated sigh when he feels you rut your hips over his, both hands now gripping your waist. And finally, upon feeling those large hands hold your body, you give in, mouth moving to cover his. And Jack melts under the sensation, his body and mind falling victim to you. Your arms wrap around his neck, his own looping around your back.

“Do you want me to show you, daddy?” you whisper against his lips, and those doe-brown eyes stare up into your own. “Do you want me to remind you of all that you have?”

“Yes, yes baby. Please show me, let me see you, sweet thing. Let daddy feel you.”

You grin at his response, watching his face go slack as he tilts his head down. He watches your hands skim his crotch, nimble fingers undoing his obnoxiously big belt buckle, popping open the button on his jeans before undoing his fly.

“Oh… all for me?” you coo, running a palm over the tent of his boxers, feeling him throb beneath your touch.

“Always,” he croaks out, then clears his throat. “Always for you.”

When you pull him out, he moans, to which you quietly hush. “Remember where we are, daddy. We need to be quiet.”

He opens his mouth to speak, but when you lift your hand to his face, he silences himself. He’d completely forgotten about your panties, the red ones you’d slipped off. And when you lift them to his mouth, it takes everything in him to not cum right then and there.

While Jack watches as you stroke him, his mouth opens further. Jack’s usually steady breaths are now staggered and deep, whimpering when he feels your lace graze his skin.

“Baby, I’m so wet for you.” you whisper, suddenly pulling your panties away.

“Baby,” he whimpers, looking up at you even though your own eyes remain set on his crotch. “Really?”

“Uh-huh,” you mumble, slightly shifting your weight.

While stroking him with your right hand, your left dips down, gently inserting a single finger into your wet heat. From the one digit alone, Jack can hear the soft squelch of your sex. His eyes roll back at the sound, head lolling backward onto the top of the chair.

“Oh…” your enticing moan makes his head shoot back up, watching eagerly as you retract your finger and lift it up.

“Jesus… fuck.” He groans, watching you slide your finger into your mouth.

“You want to taste?”

All he does is nod, opening his mouth when your digit inches closer. Now covered with your slick and your spit, he welcomes it eagerly, sucking on it harshly once it’s all the way inside. Slowly, you retract it halfway, twisting it before sliding it further inside. And while Jack’s distracted by the taste of your cunt, you lift yourself, rubbing your lips over his tip.

“Mm… mm!” he moans, eyes closing when you finally sink down on him.

Jack’s strong hands tighten their grip on your sides, his mouth opening and allowing you to slide your finger out when fully seated on his lap.

“Oh…” you moan, head tilting back with a delighted grin. “You like it, daddy?” you then ask, head tilting down to stare at him.

You scan his face, lips remaining parted and eyes glued to where the two of you connect.

“Does it feel good?”

“Honey, yes, yes. You know it does, it always does.”

“Did Laura feel better?”

“Fuck no.” he immediately retorts, “You beautiful fuckin’ thing. Told you the night we met, you’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Mm…” your heart softens at his words, hands returning to his jaw as you lift his face for a kiss.

Finally, you roll your hips, feeling the incredible girth your lover has. Your chest rests flush against his, Jack’s feet planted firmly on the ground as you begin to work.

“Do you like this, daddy? Like being inside me? Like feeling me ride your cock?”

“Oh sugar, don’t, don’t tease me.” He says lowly, trying to sound stern. But the look on his face betrays him.

“Or what?” you sweetly ask, hands now on his shoulders as you increase your pace. “Are you gonna punish me, daddy? Fuck me good? Fuck me hard?”

“I, mm… fuck. I’m gonna, you’re –”

“Oh, god. You feel so good inside me,” you breathe out, suddenly moving to slap your hips down on him.

You fuck him as hard as you can while still remaining quiet, or trying to, at least. He slides in and out of you easily, your heated channel thoroughly slick with arousal. And just when Jack thinks he can’t feel any more overwhelmed, you tug the top of your dress down.

“Baby,” he groans, the sound far too loud.

Before he can say anything else, you lift your hand once more, your panties still clutched tight in your hand. He gasps when you do it, your hand forcefully shoving the red lace into his mouth. His eyes roll back in his head, moaning helplessly when he feels your fingers slide up through his hair. While he sucks on your panties, you guide him to your chest, and he eagerly complies. He buries his face between your tits, his hands now rising to press them together. You throw your head back, fingers tugging on his dark strands as you hold him against your chest.

He’s completely overcome with emotion, with pure fucking bliss, unable to do much else other than sit there and let you ride him. He tastes you on the lace in his mouth, tastes the tang that leaked onto the cloth throughout the day, smells the musk from between your thighs. And then your fingers comb through his hair, only heightening the sensations rushing through his body. Just barely, his hips buck up into you, weakened beneath your incredibly erotic influence. He mumbles against your chest, mouth opening and closing with sloppy kisses, but with your undergarment in his mouth, all he can really do is run his drooling lips over your skin.

“Oh, daddy.” You whine, eyes pinched shut as you attempt to remain in control. “Daddy.”

You can’t take it anymore, you miss him, miss that deep voice and southern drawl. And all at once, your fingers slither into his mouth, ripping your panties out and tossing them behind you on the floor.

“Oh yeah,” he chokes out, missing the taste of your sex but eager to talk to you once again. “Go on, baby.” He rasps out, “Ride my cock, yeah…fuck, you sweet, sexy little thing.”

“You like how little I am daddy? Like how small I am in your arms?” your breaths come out in hurried pants, licking your lower lip before you continue. “You like how pretty and young I am?”

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, baby, baby.” He’s breathless, his voice hoarse and neck strained. “You know I like how young you are… daddy likes his little girl.”

You’d tried your best to remain in your position of power for as long as you could, but your strength is faltering, and Jack fucking knows it.

“So fuckin’ filthy for a girl ‘a your age; you were always meant to be mine.”

“Always baby, always…”

Your head spins with happiness and bliss, feeling Jack’s dominance begin to return. It was fun playing this game, having the power for a while, but now… you need him.

“Aren’t you my daddy, Jack?” you ask, begging to hear him say it. “You’re my daddy, right?”

“Oh baby, yes. Yes I am – you know I am. There ain’t nobody else that can get their hands on you but me.” He promises, staring up into your eyes with genuine love.

Your happy sigh makes him smile, makes him sigh, too.

“And nobody else’ll ever be able to get their hands on me,” he mutters, chest straining as he attempts to keep himself quiet. “Nobody but you.”

“Oh, baby.” You whine, fingers gripping his hair, nails scratching his scalp. “Will you cum for me, daddy? Will you cum for me, please?”

“Babycakes, you don’t have to ask.” He chuckles breathlessly, shaking his head side to side a few times.

All at once, Jack’s hands return to your hips, cementing to your sides and using his leverage to fully thrust up inside you. The force of it pushes you forward, arms sliding around his neck and resting your forehead on his shoulder. He can feel your chest press up against his, the soft, plumpness of them rubbing over the muscles flexing in his pecs.

“You ready, baby? You ready for daddy to fill you? You ready for him to give you what no one else gets?”

“Yes, yes, yes daddy, please.” You beg, fully returning to your naturally submissive role.

“Oh, I’m gonna cum baby, gonna cum so deep inside…” he whispers, leaning in to nip at your earlobe before sucking it inside.

With a few more punches up inside, he cums, his tip shoved in so far that it throbs against your g-spot. The stimulation on your inner walls followed by the flood of his cum makes your body jolt, feeling as though you’d float into space if he weren’t here to keep you down.

With intense force, you grind your hips down, reveling in the incredibly euphoric waves Jack’s able to deliver you. And while you do so, he does the same, both of you clinging tightly to the other as you ride out your shared bliss.

“Excuse me?”

Your bodies jolt against each other, a shrill gasp squeaking out of your throat.

“Ma’am, have you tried on your dress yet?”

“Oh… um, y – yes. Just a minute!”

After a few moments of silence, you hear the woman walk away, allowing you to relax over Jack. He chuckles beneath you, large hands roaming your back.

“You really got riled up, huh?” he teases, his handsome face displaying that wide, cocky grin.

“Guess so,” you smirk, hands remaining around his neck. “I can’t help it. I don’t want to share.”

“And you’ll never have to, babycakes.” He reassures you, brining you in for a gentle kiss. “Don’t you ever forget,” Jack then mumbles against your lips, “You were always meant to be mine.”

Thank you for reading <3

[beepboop358]

A Prom in S4 Theory & Music Coding Predictions

Some leaked set pics indicate that there MAY BE a junior/senior prom at Hawkins High, which they are calling the "Lover's Ball". It's unclear if this prom will be included on screen, or if it will just be mentioned as an event coming up at Hawkins High because this flyer could just extra set decor. Regardless if the prom happens on screen or not, there will probably be some tension about 'who's asking who' to the prom that we will see in s4. Given that this picture was just leaked a few weeks ago, it probably falls closer to the end of the season sequentially.

Having a big school dance in s4 is suspiciously close to how they had the Snowball scene in s2. This would certainly follow the even/odd season patterns, (and actually add to the list of the patterns), which kind of makes me think we will see this prom on screen, or at the very least it will be mentioned in the course of the season.

The Duffer Brothers love Steven King and reference his work and especially 'IT' a lot in the show, but they haven't done anything with Carrie yet so maybe we will get a Carrie moment this season at the prom...

Carrie was on the video store fridays movie inspiration board for ST4.

At the "Lover's Ball", there will be definitely be some music coding relating to Byler. Since music coding is kind of a key thing in the show, I've been rifling through 80's songs to try and find some that may fit with s4's themes/character storylines (and I may do a seperate post about that later), but for this post I'm just gonna focus on what they might use at the prom for relating to Byler.

Since the season is most likely going to take place in 1986, I only selected songs that had a compatible release year so it would be historically accurate. (these songs would also be great for a byler playlist!)

Some strong contenders for the songs that might play at the prom to reference Mike and Will's relationship could be:

"True Colors" by Cyndi Lauper (1986)

This song is honestly too good of an option for them not to use. I'm reallllyyy crossing my fingers for this one.

It's hard to take courage In a world full of people You can lose sight of it all And the darkness inside you Can make you feel so small

"And I see your true colors Shining through I see your true colors And that's why I love you So don't be afraid (don't be afraid) To let them show your true colors True colors are beautiful (you're beautiful, oh) Like a rainbow Oh oh oh oh oh like a rainbow"

If this world makes you crazy And you've taken all you can bear You call me up Because you know I'll be there

"Heaven" by Bryan Adams (1984)

This first verse is literally just the story of Byler... 😭 The rest of the song applies but that verse verse is just sooooo accurate. (I'm crossing my fingers for this one too)

"Oh thinkin' about all our younger years There was only you and me We were young and wild and free Now nothing can take you away from me We've been down that road before But that's over now You keep me comin' back for more

Baby you're all that I want When you're lyin' here in my arms I'm findin' it hard to believe We're in heaven And love is all that I need And I found it there in your heart Isn't too hard to see We're in heaven

Oh once in your life you find someone Who will turn your world around Bring you up when you're feelin' down Yeah nothin' can change what you mean to me Oh there's lots that I could say But just hold me now 'Cause our love will light the way"

"Take My Breath Away" by Berlin (1986)

This song is on Will's Spotify playlist, and I thought it could also be used at the prom since it's a romantic song. I see it as an 'entrance to the prom' moment song, almost like a 'first look' - like the Mike and El moment at the snowball when she first walks in, but with Mike and Will this time. I think the lyrics clearly hint to this kind of 'first look' moment as well.

"Watchin' every motion in my foolish lover's game On this endless ocean, finally lovers know no shame Turning and returning to some secret place inside Watchin' in slow motion as you turn around and say...take my breath away"

Watchin' every motion in this foolish lover's game Haunted by the notion, somewhere there's a love in flames Turning and returning to some secret place inside Watchin' in slow motion as you turn my way and say...take my breath away"

"In The Air Tonight" by Phil Collins (1981)

This song was originally meant to be included in the snowball scene from s2, but it ultimately was not used and "Every Breath You Take" was used for this scene instead. Since it was intended to be a part of the s2 dance, that's why I think it may be used at the prom this season. (you can read the scripts on 8flix)

——— I forgot to include this explanation originally BUT, I think this song might be used to show some anger/resentment between the two, and to show a decent amount of tension, depending on their development this season. Like maybe Mike is kind of leading Will on in private by continuing to initiate intimate scenes between them, but in public Mike is still trying to put on his “straight boy act” and kind of being a jackass about it, and this song could be used to show the tension between them that has caused.

"And I've been waiting for this moment, for all my life, (Oh lord)

Well, I was there and I saw what you did I saw it with my own two eyes So you can wipe off that grin, I know where you've been It's all been a pack of lies.

Well I remember, I remember don't worry How could I ever forget It's the first time, the last time we ever met But I know the reason why you keep this silence up

No you don't fool me The hurt doesn't show, but the pain still grows It's no stranger to you and me"

"In Your Eyes" by Peter Gabriel (1986)

Some of the lyrics in this song just SCREAMS byler, just look at the 1st, 2nd and 4th paragraphs. I would be suprised if they didn't use this song in either s4/s5.

Love, I get so lost sometimes Days pass and this emptiness fills my heart When I want to run away I drive off in my car But whichever way I go I come back to the place you are

All my instincts, they return The grand facade, so soon will burn Without a noise, without my pride I reach out from the inside

In your eyes The light, the heat (in your eyes) I am complete (in your eyes) I see the doorway (in your eyes) To a thousand churches (in your eyes) The resolution (in your eyes) Of all the fruitless searches (in your eyes)

Love, I don't like to see so much pain So much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away I get so tired working so hard for our survival I look to the time with you to keep me awake and alive

"Heroes" by David Bowie (1975)

David Bowie was bisexual. A cover of his song “Heroes” is used in the show twice already, sung by Peter Gabriel. The song plays when they pull Will's fake body out of the water in season one and Mike cries in his Mom's arms, with some very queer-coded lyrics in the background, and after Hopper's letter in s3 (which is very Byler-centric)

"I will be king. And you, you will be queen 'Cause we're lovers, and that is a fact. Yes, we're lovers, and that is that. Though nothing will keep us together. We could steal time just for one day We can be heroes forever and ever. What d'you say? I, I wish I could swim, like dolphins, like dolphins could swim I, I can remember (I remember) Standing by the wall (By the wall) And the guns shot above our heads (Over our heads) And we kissed as though nothing could fall (Nothing could fall) And the shame was on the other side. Oh, we can beat them forever and ever. Then we could be heroes just for one day We're nothing, and nothing will help us Maybe we're lying, then you better not stay But we could be safer just for one day"

I just thought the above songs might be some highly likely possibilities given that they fit the year of the s4 and also make references to not only love, but the idea of hiding, pain, shame, longing, etc., and can make some (partially stretching here) references to other things in the show such as:

RAINBOWS and TRUE COLORS, SHINING THROUGH (rainbows imagery is always associated with Mike & Will in the show and a is symbol of lgbtq+ pride, True Colors shining through = who you really are on the inside finally coming out)

IF THIS WORLD MAKES YOU CRAZY ("crazy together", "only love makes you that crazy" and references the "world" motif in the show)

YOUNGER YEARS, ONLY YOU AND ME, YOUNG, WILD AND FREE (references "not wanting things to change" and wanting "to make things go how they were" part in Hopper's letter, and the "But we're not kids anymore" comment during the Byler fight)

ENDLESS OCEAN and SWIM, LIKE DOLPHINS (references water's significance in the show)

FLAMES (Will in front of the burning car in s4 teaser?)

LIES and LYING (Mike lying to El about how he feels)

INSTINCTS RETURNING, FACADES BURNING, WITHOUT MY PRIDE, I REACH OUT FROM THE INSIDE (Mike's feelings for Will are his instincts, the facade is the act he put on in s3 to seem straight, burning could reference Will & fire, and I think the last 2 lines of that 2nd verse reference vulnerability- perhaps in an apology/confession)

I GET SO LOST (confusion about his sexuality, feeling lost without the other) and SO MUCH WASTED TIME (known each other since kindergarten but were unaware the other felt the same way/was dealing with same things, they could have been even closer)

KINGS and QUEENS (the d&d game mike wrote where he has king Tristan give him a medal in s1)

STEALING TIME (references "turning back the clock, to make things go how they were" part in Hopper's letter and the time theme in s4 and time is central to the s4 plot)

AND WE KISS - AND THE SHAME (references the shame they both feel about being gay since it was so stigmatized in the 80's)

Byler @ Prom Possibilities:

If Mike and Will did dance together at the prom, they will probably get bullied because they live in a small conservative town. They will probably either run out, upset, or Eleven will step in to protect them which could lead to the Carrie moment.

Or Mike and Will will not dance together in the actual dance room, but instead sneak off to somewhere else in the school and have a private Byler dance moment where they can't be teased and it's just them together.

OR Mike and Will are still acting weird at this point in the season because neither of them is communicating what needs to be said out of fear, or one of them has confessed or done something to indicate how they feel, but the other hasn’t so everything is weird between them. There would be lots of tension from this and we would get lots of longing looks and adoring moments between the two of them from the sidelines. (I think this one is the most likely)

[weeklyhumorist]

Everybody in This Country Needs to Chill Out and That's Why I'm Voting for Jimmy Buffett in 2020

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Mahalo, friends. Does the current political climate have you feeling like you’re wasting away in broken flip flops, looking for a salt shaker? Or something like that?

  Sorry, I honestly have no idea how that song goes. Know what? Doesn’t really matter, man, ‘cause I’m just here for the vibes. Didn’t Jimmy Buffett say that? Sounds like something he might’ve said.

  Point is, our country could really use more of that laid-back easy-going hey-brotherman-everything-is-A-OK atmosphere right now. Just look at all those friendly Parrotheads tailgating before his shows, twirling in their hula skirts and leis without a care in the world, much less a sense of shame. We could all be more like them, right?

  So, who’s ready to slip into some Sperrys and kick back with a frosty margarita? Let’s all strap on our coconut bras and sing the tune that somehow made him a cultural icon. Put your palms together in a ‘fins up’ salute! And a one, and a two, and —

  Nibblin’ on sponge cake

  Seriously, that’s how “Margaritaville” starts?

  Watchin’ the sun bake

All of those tourists covered with oil

  I guess I’ve only ever heard the chorus. Sponge cake in the tropics? The hell?

  Strummin’ my six string

On my front porch swing

  Shut it off. That’s all I can take.

  Don’t worry, friends. This isn’t about the music. This is about healing our country through the communal spirit of goodwill as perfected by those Parrotheads. Say, let’s try that cheeseburger song instead!

  At night I’d have these wonderful dreams

Some kind of sensuous treat

  Do what now?

  Not zucchini, fettuccine, or bulgur wheat

  Ok, Gilligan, you really don’t have to qualify those as un-sensuous items.

  But a big warm bun and a huge hunk of meat

  Your inner songsmith inspired you to rhyme that with ‘bulgur wheat’? Is that even a thing people eat? Eat! Eat rhymes with meat!

  I’m just a cheeseburger in paradise

  Nope, shut it down. First he’s nibblin’ on sponge cake and now he’s a cheeseburger dreaming about eat-fucking himself?

  Ok, full disclosure: I can’t stand Jimmy Buffett’s music. I know, I know, it’s ‘easy listening’, but I sure as hell don’t find it easy to listen to.

  How can we heal our country when there are millions of people who not only tolerate but celebrate this unforgivably bland excuse for culture? If you ever wondered who can mix the meaningless schlock of The Beach Boys with the aural anesthesia of James Taylor, then Buffet’s you man.

  But not mine. I forcefully rescind my nomination.

  Here’s my new proposal, you Parrotfuckers: I’m calling for a national boycott on overrated musicians and their cult-like followers.

  Owning any Jimmy Buffet album will get you locked up at Gitmo where you can redefine what an “island escapism lifestyle” really is. Go cannibal and eat-fuck the cheeseburger buns off each other for all I care.

  Any remaining Deadheads will be rounded up from their befuddled wanderings and chained together by their dreadlocks and hemp necklaces, forced to wallow in the Bay Area in a bloated writhing pile like those disgusting harbor seals.

  Dave Matthews Band will be renamed Dave Matthews: Banned. Dave’s mouth will be covered in duct tape and razor wire to muffle his hysterical Leprechaun shrieks while the remaining performers, thanks to their actual talent, will be allowed to continue playing. If Carter Beauford ever leaves the band, Dave will be shipped back to South Africa.

  All Insane Clown Posse fans will be given free passes to the next Gathering of the Juggalos during which the greater area of Springville, Indiana will be permanently quarantined in an impenetrable bubble à la Stephen King’s Under the Dome. Any other band trapped in the bubble will be considered martyrs who sacrificed themselves for the greater good.

  And listening to The Eagles will be punishable by death.

  The only way to heal our country is to combat this widespread tyranny! Oh God, I forgot about Spreadheads.

  This acceptance of mediocrity must end! Gene Ween for president! All hail the boognish!

    Everybody in This Country Needs to Chill Out and That’s Why I’m Voting for Jimmy Buffett in 2020 was originally published on Weekly Humorist

[pirateheir]

kAY so remember that drabble in which anthony plays the piano for ginny after harriet dies? yeah well i just got an image of anthony dying some time after that & ginny sneaking into the auditorium & doing the thing & the song he wrote still plays & she just sits there listening to it & idk where this came from our why he's dead (new wave of shades prob), but i'm passing it onto you now (either that or she tries to do the piano thing & someone else's song plays instead, which is equally sad) gbye

in hindsight the new wave of shades should’ve been expected. magica de spell was nothing if not persistent. anthony died too. he had been one of the last people to die in the second wave (that’s what they’re calling it now. they’re gonna keep count. ginny scoffed, they were ridiculous!) and ginny wished, not for the first time, that those so called heroes would’ve done something. 

anything, really! at this point, it didn’t even matter. anthony’s dead and his death could’ve been avoided!

those so called heroes could’ve taken their daggers that weren’t sharpened and their tacky clothes and they could’ve waved their hands, jumping up and down while yelling: ‘hey, look at me, i’m a target!’. they could’ve called their parents, the cavalry, the animals they could talk to.

but they didn’t.

instead there was just panic. panic and tears and people being frustratingly stagnant about it all. “we can’t do anything,” doug had said when the remaining auradon kids (and some of the living isle kids) who were talking about hiding themselves in some kind of bunker spoke up. because yeah, that would work. turning them all into sardines, locking themselves up in one spot so that magica could take her time in getting to them. (honestly, those kids watched too many damn movies!). 

in the end, ginny and anthony were among a small squadron of people daring to venture outside the walls of auradon prep. sometimes ginny wished they hadn’t. sometimes ginny wished she hadn’t even thought of the idea. 

anthony saw the incoming sword before she did and jumped in front of her, shielded her.

that was why she was now sitting in front of the piano in a deserted auditorium. it was almost as if the damn thing was alive, as if it could sense her sadness. magic, no doubt. she placed a hand on the piano; the song he wrote her started playing. 

she only made it through the first verse with dry eyes.

with a few taps of ginny’s fingers, the piano quieted down and with a few knocks on the wood, it stopped playing completely. with a determined look in her eyes, ginny sat herself down in front of the piano.

another song started playing. it was a song ginny knew as well as the song anthony had written for her. it was harriet’s favorite sea shanty. the one everyone in her family knew. it had been a favorite of her mother’s. she’d taught ginny how to sing that one too. back then, ginny pretended like she didn’t care, but nowadays she found herself staring out at the sea and whispering the words. 

after that she started crying in earnest, hands tangled in frizzy curls for but a few seconds before she slammed them down on the keys. the ugly clamor echoed around the auditorium before the piano resumed playing harriet’s favorite song like nothing had just happened.

if ginny closed her tearful eyes, she could almost picture them in the room with her. she could almost see anthony’s smirk and hear harriet’s laugh. 

she got up. in her frustration, ginny kicked at the chair. one, twice, three, four, five times and then it toppled over. the seat popped open and a small recording device rolled out, coming to a stop against the leg of the still playing piano.

it was a small cam corder. ginny used to have a broken one back on the isle. it was gray and ugly and she’d traded it for something but what it was, she could not remember. nor did she care.

ginny vaguely remembered it. jane fairchild had given harriet a sea themed one for her birthday a few months ago, to match the blue one fairy godmother had given her daughter, what with them being friends. (jane was dead too, ginny realised with a startle and laughed in disbelief, through her tears.)

fumbling, she managed to turn the thing on. her breath caught when she saw the last thing harriet had recorded.

“why hello there my lovely villainess—”

“—don’t even go there, little lord.”

the camera wobbled a few times and harriet cursed. 

“what? can’t i say hi to my adoring fans?”

“y’ain’t got no fans.”

“i’ve got ginny.”

“aye, tha’ y’do. speakin’ o’ which: hey, love. if y’found this, push has come t’ shove. th’ worst thing tha’ could ever happen has indeed come t’ pass. an’ fer tha’, i am so, so sorry.” anthony’d stopped joking, solemn eyes stared into the camera: “i know you don’t wanna see this, gin, but you’re gonna have to watch this ‘till the very end.” harriet nodded her head. she and anthony shared a look before she spoke again, familiar drawl thick on her tongue: “if yer watchin’ this, first mate o’ mine, it means we’re both dead an’ tha’ y’need t’ do summat fer us.” anthony added: “if you can,”  at the same time that harriet added: “captain’s orders.”

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