#i want to play my cds again but every cd player i look at dies after 6 mo according to reviews or costs 1 million dollars

[loveydoveykirk]

does anyone know of good cd players

[xanasaurusrex]

Ohh I see! I’ve just read the Athena one and it’s awesome! Uhmmm could u do the ephestus one next? Is he a main one? Idk tbh. Cause i don’t wanna like request Eros who’s minor cause yk ur order and sum but ephestus would be fun! (Sorry if the name’s wrong… I ain’t English native an dim not sure about the spelling, sorry). Have a lovely day and again: love the Athena cabin!❤️‍🔥

⇢ ˗ˏˋ hephaestus cabin headcanons ࿐ྂ

hi!! i think you meant hephaestus, and of course i can do that! if you want to request eros or any other minor god, go for it! and thank you so much for the love on the athena cabin hcs, they were so much fun! have a great day, and thank you for the request love! <333

so hephaestus kids are cool but kinda chaotic

their minds run a mile a minute

they always have new ideas for things to make on their mind, and things to invent

they just always have a lot of ideas

hephaestus kids do very good in prank wars, because they're very good at rigging up things like buckets of water falling on you when you open a door

another one of their favorite pranks is putting a mento in the cap of a coke and then attaching a string, so that when you open it, the mento falls into the coke and does the foamy thing

so moral of the story, if you can, avoid getting into a prank war with a hephaestus kid

hephaestus kids also come up with the best nicknames for people

a hephaestus kid will spend some time with you, gauge your personality and the things you do, and then they give you a nickname

it's rarely ever a malicious one (or you're a mean person, then you get a bad nickname), it's usually one that fits you that you actually really like

so in my athena cabin hcs i said that they expanded the arts and crafts area, and yes, athena kids are the ones who frequent this area the most, but you'd better believe hephaestus kids are hanging around there as well

they love making things with their hands, and even though they specialize when it comes to mechanical things and working with metal, every one in a while they want to make a pipe cleaner butterfly

beckendorf was really good at origami butterflies

so after they died, everyone made an origami butterfly, and they put a framed picture of him up on the wall, and then surrounded it with origami butterflies (rip)

anyways, moving on

the hephaestus cabin is always just about a bajillion degrees

IT IS ALWAYS SO HOT IN THERE

and even though not all hephaestus kids have the fire power that leo does, they are all less susceptible to heat

i mean, they have to be around heat a lot when they're forging weapons, so naturally, it doesn't affect them as much as it affects others

literally, if you have a friend and the two of you want to hangout, you will literally never be hanging out in the hephaestus cabin, because you will literally melt

(not literally, but you'll just be sweating like a pig the whole time)

hephaestus kids also always make the best marshmallows at the campfire

i mean, come on

they forge amazing weapons, and work with fire on practically a daily basis, of course they roast the perfect marshmallow

if you have a very specific amount of roasted-ness in mind, just tell a hephaestus kid, and there you go, your perfect mallow

the hephaestus cabin also has quite a few retro items, such as cd players and record players

but they're not... exactly like they should be

hephaestus kids like to take these older items and make them more usable and modern

so there are some funky looking record players in the hephaestus cabin

they just like experimenting on things like that

the hephaestus kids also set up a sort of PA system for the camp

this was sanctioned by chiron, but they don't really listen to what he says about it

they play a lot of music, and yes, they do announce things, but there's often some comedy thrown in there

hephaestus kids are actually really funny

like they could honestly be full on comedians

they just have a sort of dry sense of humor, and really good timing, which is like half of being funny

hephaestus kids are also all really close

like when you're a hephaestus kid, your best friends are your siblings that you live with in your cabin

there are always a few typical older siblings that are the oldest in the cabin, usually the head camper of that cabin and a few others that you always know you can go to when you need it

hephaestus kids are also have the least drama

i mean, camp half-blood is filled with teenagers going through puberty, having first crushes and first relationships, that kinda stuff

of course there's gonna be drama

the hephaestus kids just somehow have less

this is partially because they always find themselves focused on things other than who kissed who and who cheated on who and why they did what

they have armor and weapons to make, dude, they can't be focused on that

that's not to say that there isn't drama with hephaestus kids, it's just a lot less common

and whenever you hear something regarding a hephaestus kid in drama, you kinda are taken aback and are like... wait what?

most hephaestus kids' love language is gift giving, and that mostly consists of things made by said hephaestus kid

like, oh you mentioned you wanted to start wearing rings more?

for your birthday, you find a package of like fifty, all different and interesting and unique, with perfect craftsmanship with the name of a hephaestus kid on it

sometimes they collaborate with the hecate kids to put crystals in the jewelry they make (because of course they make jewelry

hephaestus kids are almost never seen not wearing at least one piece of jewelry, made by themselves or their siblings

one head camper of hephaestus cabin like a decade ago taught themselves how to give piercings, and now every head hephaestus camper knows how to give piercings

obviously no hephaestus kid is forced to get a piercing, but most of them are

most of them have their ears pierced at the very least, but it's not uncommon to see a few people with snake bites floating around

chiron, the most innocent ever, has no idea where people are getting pierced, and has asked around, but nobody wants to rat out hephaestus cabin, because it's really convenient

idk i kinda imagine hephaestus kids as a little bit alt

that's all i have for hephaestus cabin headcanons! this was honestly a little bit difficult for me, and honestly i cannot tell you why. i do think these are all pretty good headcanons though, and just because it was kinda hard doesn't mean i didn't love it! (that's what she said) these were really fun, and i can't wait to get to work on the other cabin hcs i have sitting in my requests! thanks so much for reading, i love you all!! <3333

[totaldrama-showdowns]

Submissions for the Non-Human Showdown! Including ones that are invalid!

Fang (x2)

“🦈🦈🦈”

“He's Fang ❤”

Cody Jr (x2)

“Cody Jr! No! Not Aunty Heather!”

Mr Coconut (x2)

“The og. Should have won every season /serious”

vince the alligator (x2)

“SWEEEEP”

“The lore… so immaculate”

the don box (x2)

“bzzz i have a stupid fucking clue for you. ah fuck the interns put me in a lame outfit again”

“what id don on about he's slaying in that shirt”

wt pineapple (x2)

“ALEPINEAPPLE FOREVER!!!”

“👅🐍🐍🐍🐍”

Irene the fish (x2)

“shes so beautiful i’d kiss her too”

“The final remaining member of Team Victory after DJs elimination, Irene went on to win the million and the hearts of many.”

the chrarry baby (x2)

“Goo goo gaa gaa”

“ive got my eye on u chris mclean”

Princess Beth Doll

“I WANT TO BUY ONE SO BAD IRL!!!!! Also, this too is yuri”

Old Jester from reboot S2ep9

“I love when Damien hugged him! That's scene is soooo cute. Also I love fluffy animal!”

Bobo :)

“SEASON 2 SPOILERS Bobo is the name of the bear that had the Raj mask in season 2 episode 12 :) idk I just think he’s silly”

DJ’s bunny

the Chris-shaped cake that Julia's group made

“I wanna eat that thang”

Dramarama Cody

“He's an alien”

Theodore (MK's stuffed unicorn)

(the arts and crafts) Shed (from season 1)

“shed sweep”

that evil little seal from wt

“sooo little and evil. who can hate him”

caleb rock

“possibly the best version of him out there”

the skull duncan carved for courtney

“you cant deny how iconic it was”

eva’s mp3 player

“the most important character in td history”

heather’s various hairstyles

“possibly the most diverse and versatile entity in td historu”

pahkitew island

“The best one”

Myself

“:^)”

ryan seacrests car

“very fast”

chef's car (total dramarama and gen 4)

“MY CAR!!!!!”

alien clone cody

“AAAAAAA*explodes into green goo*”

chris's wig

“wiggin”

heather's wig

“wiggin”

total drama yum yuk happy go time candy fish tails

“You ate it!”

trents five finger shirt

“5”

princess courtney CD

“all the greatest hits!”

owens butt

“fart”

anne maria’s hair style

“Ey im walkin here”

bridgettes surfboard

“BONK”

the fake antlers from the paintball ep

“Duncney”

manitobas fedora

“served!”

beary <3

“it’s LITERALLY beary”

ripper’s world record breaking fart

“he did it”

the portrait of cody as blue boy in wt

“funny looking”

sierra’s pizza box-cum-laptop*

“she uses the internet AND eats witj it. shes a genius”

*Mod Note: this refers to cum meaning: combined with; also used as (used to describe things with a dual nature or function).

waynes accent

“Eh we play hockey eh”

mal ventriloquist doll

“aaah im evil mal doll”

alejandro puppet

“we do a little trolling”

Chef 2.0

“He made him from a cashew”

Mt. Kīlauea

“She has the mercy to have her lava not hot enough to kill Alejandro, Ezekiel, and that random intern like... Everyone say "thank you" or somethin idk. Do you think she feels bad that Alejandro ended up in a robot suit because”

Immunity idol s4-5

“They ruined it's design in the reboot boooooooo”

MK's infernape

“Listen, she's a gamer and she's based. She would totally pick chimchar in bdsp. She probably hates people who tells her to "play platinum" because that was a game made for old people.

Try and exclude this submission, I dare you. There's nothing that says I can't submit theoretical non-humans. There's a non-zero chance that MK has an Infernape and I know it's been raised to have some awesome sneaky move. If you exclude this, I bet you'd allow "Mike's Torterra" because only a grass type fan would be a fire type and MK hater!!

Julia would keep her piplup unevolved and beat her console into tiny bits when she gets to Cynthia btw”

the drone of shame

“[picks up victim and flies away] wheeee”

that giant bowl of rice they fall into in japan

“mm giant bowl of rice”

noah’s dog

“his epic dog”

celine dion cardboard cutout

“love fucking wins #duncney”

the face huggers from Area 51

“rip tyler”

ezekiel MISSING milk carton

“Sad! He died.”

the eagle chris shot and killed

“someone arrest this man. again”

the confessional

“it’s always there for you”

geoff’s splinter

“OW”

the bread from codys pants

“man i need to rewatch island. i fucking love the pants bread”

That ice cream snowman from SMS

“LISTEN. JUST BECAUSE HE IS FROM THE EPISODE THAT SHALL NOT BE NAMED DOES NOT MEAN YOU CAN NOT GIVE HIM HIS RESPECT”

bear

“the one from raptear specifically. let's go lesbians”

that pizza chase threw the challenge for

“clearly he should be with it rather than emma. chemma? chipper? chazee? nope never fucking heard of them”

Momma's Spice

“*sprinkles it on op's head* mmmm tasty”

The Gilded Chris award

WT barf bags

“give a real f to those guys. never appeared after episode 7.”

the toxic marshmallow of loserdom

“killer of staci's hair”

The lavatory confessional

“bitch is iconic. 6/8 is a passing mark!!!”

Courtney's PDA

“why wouldnt they call it a phone idk but its so camp”

The Cassowaries

“Male cassowaries are responsible for raising the young. We love an involved father.”

Fire-breathing winged mountain goats

“You could make an Undertale reference with this (also they're really cool)”

Giant Beetle

“Dott shippers will like this one”

Mutated Maggots

“They're pretty cute!”

Six-Legged Rats

“ADORABLE EEEEEEEP!!!!”

scott bird

“what a beautiful bird”

Chef's car

“It may play a role in mkulia canon”

Gethin

that rainbow porridge in episode 8 of the reboot

“aw hell naw chris cookin up the gay porridge”

The cassowary that fell in love with Zee

“We love an iconic single mother looking for love”

The rat in the cargo hold that appears on screen for 0.5 seconds during Ezekiel's solo in "Come Fly With Us"

“That rat really carried the whole song. Iconic. Astounding. Never before seen talent. Lady Gaga is shaking in her Demonias.”

The Erymanthian Boar

“It wrecked Duncan's shit in Greece.”

The dock of shame

“So many teens walked on her, i think she deserves some recognizion”

gwen's blender necklace

Zoey's hamster (Miss Puffycheeks)

“It's cute and can punch a cat, need I say more?”

[teecupangel]

Hi. You are my angle, Seriously! I'm so proud of you and your wild imagination.❤👏

What if Desmond and his ancestors were liveing in The Farm and watch movies in their free time together?

How whould they be during watching the lord of the rings and the hobbit?

Thank you! I’m glad you’re enjoying all the ideas I’ve been throwing but I want to make it clear that the only reason why I can throw so many ideas in this blog is because of the asks I receive so thank you to all those who take the time to send me asks :)

I would assume that we are talking about the Farm in South Dakota which means that this would be set in a modern-day AU where Altaïr, Ezio and Ratonhnhaké:ton are kids living on the Farm so let’s set that up first.

Altaïr could easily be an orphan, having lost his father during the Great Purge. I know this is mean to do but the Great Purge happened when Desmond was a child so Umar’s death would force Bill to tell Desmond about the Great Purge instead of keeping it from him to ‘not scare him’. This would make Desmond understand just how ‘scary’ the Templars are since this would mean he knows someone who died from Templar hands.

Ezio would be from a big Assassin family as well but it’s only his siblings and mother in the Farm, at the moment. (If you want Giovanni and Federico to get axed during the Great Purge as well, go ahead, if you want Petruccio added into the mix, I mean… that’s cruel but I won’t stop you) Maria Auditore could even be the reasonable adult figure who keeps William Miles in check for this one.

Ratonhnhaké:ton, well, I guess we’re on the road of killing parents in this ask so Kaniehtí:io is dead in this one too BUT, since she’s not an Assassin (although assassin!Kaniehtí:io would have been so cool), she didn’t die from the Great Purge. He’s currently living with his grandfather. Haytham is still a Templar and he doesn’t know he has a son.

That’s right. We’re keeping Edward alive because… we need an adult who would be willing to smuggle goods for the kids and have a home that could be their ‘safe haven’ where they could watch movies (and eat ‘forbidden food’… candies, I’m talking about candies and sweet food/drinks).

So, in this case, Edward would be the one to smuggle in a VHS player (which he managed to get for cheap) because he wants his grandson to have some kind of childhood that isn’t just training and studying. Later on, he gets a cd player and then a dvd player but the boys love the VHS player because it has all their childhood favorites.

It’s an open secret that Edward lets the boys watch movies whenever they visit his grandson and Bill looks the other way because he sees how happy Desmond always is when he goes home (and hyper… definitely sugar rush, Jesus Christ, Edward).

So, you wanted to focus on Lord of the Rings and the Hobbit…

Now, the Fellowship was released in 2001. If Edward was able to acquire a copy (bootleg DVD copy) the following year, the boys would be around 14~15 (if we assume all four of them were born the same year as Desmond), they’ll definitely watch it after training and they’ll love it. Edward would even get them a copy of the books because they heard it’s a book adaptation and they’d want to check it out. Of course, they’re teenagers at this point but the Kenway home always makes them feel like they could still act like kids so they’d definitely play fight the action scenes when it's just them, might even try out the moves they see for fun.

Hell, when they jog around the forest for training, someone could randomly shout “Get off the road!” and all four of them would just rush off the road and hide, confusing the other children first then later on the other children would just sigh and shake their heads, thinking this is one of the four troublemakers’ dumb ideas again.

Watching the next two movies of LOTR would be a big deal for them. And you bet that they always rewatch the movies every time a new version comes out (the release of the BluRay version, the extended BluRay versions). It’s a big deal for them and even Bill has to workaround their ‘yearly Extended Versions marathon’ schedule even though he’s the mentor and they’re already Assassins out in the field. It doesn’t matter if they’re in different parts of the world, they will find a way to get into a specific location where they can relax and have their yearly Extended Versions marathon.

The Hobbit movies?

Oh, man. They watched those in the theatres when they first came out. Went in the film cosplaying as fucking nazguls of all things. It’s mainly to hide their identity so Bill doesn’t bitch at them later but they find it funny too.

And you bet they also had the Hobbit Extended Versions as part of their yearly Extended Versions marathon.

Sidenote: The yearly marathon is an important private affair of which only Grandpa Eddie has been allowed to join. Shaun has tried to join a few times but he is always stared at for a moment before a resounding no is heard from all four.

I know this was meant to be fluff but the backstory added angst. I like to think this is a case of “finding happiness even after everything” kind of story.

[pjmparadise]

thank you for the tag @luaspersona ꒰ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ꒱

15 THINGS THAT MAKE ME HAPPY <3 (in no particular order)

1. fashion !! i love fashion!! i like watching videos of outfit pairings, runway shows, or just look through tumblr or pinterest for outfit inspiration. i like watching fashion hauls <3

2. watching new films. i love film and i have such a good time watching movies by myself. im such a letterboxd gal i will always log in my movies and organize my lists by color or by ranking and it's just so fun to log my films and look back on the commentary later on. i will rewatch anything and later search up movie scripts :p

3. collecting bts photocards!! im a jimin collector so i have a full collection of his album pcs (of my choosing, i don't collect every single one only the ones i really like) and im currently in my dvd collection era so that's really fun!! im not active in trading or buying like i was a few months back but it's still fun and im a part of that community <33

4. reading !! i love to read. i've always enjoyed reading and it's what pushed me into the writing world. i have a tremendous amount of love for literature as a whole. i try to set little goals for myself so i can read the way i used to and it brings me solace to read something new that is able to capture feelings i can't bring myself to write.

5. writing of course!! since i was very young i enjoyed writing. i used to write fanfics when i was in middle school and i used to publish on wattpad and other little sites and eventually as my interest in the fandom i wrote for died out, i stopped writing as often. but still, i enjoy writing little poems occasionally and most recently upon returning to the fanfic world due to bangtan, i found myself wanting to write again. it's definitely been a challenge again but it's a great outlet and it allows me to channel my creativity.

6. hanging out with my family & partner. i am very lucky to have an army sibling i can talk to and relate with about bts. we're both fanfic readers and she's my supportive reader and brainstorm friend. i have a lovely partner that is also supportive in the things i like. so anytime im with them is a happy time.

7. drinking hot cocoa or coffee on cold days. i love a hot drink but i enjoy it even more on cold days as it allows me to romanticize my life a little lol

8. walking outside during the fall. i like going to parks and reading under a tree or just laying in the grass looking up at the sky. i can do it alone or with company, it makes me happy either way!

9. listening to music on my CD player !! my partner bought me a CD player when i told them about proof dropping and how some of the songs were not on streaming services so now i have something to play all of my bangtan albums on and listening with my headphones just feels so different. it's definitely nostalgic.

10. smoking weeeeeed. i smoke often and it brings me peace and comfort and helps a lot with my anxiety so i tend to smoke and mellow out but also i enjoy the high it's fun it's a good time (most times than not)

11. playing with my cats! im a cat person and we have a lot of cats here at home and they're so playful and sweet and i like spending time with them and carrying them, letting them nap on me or just rubbing their little heads while they purr on me. they bring me comfort and will always cheer me up when i need it the most <33

12. driving to a good playlist. i don't really like driving but if i'm listening to a nice playlist and it's grey outside or rainy or if it's the morning time and the sun is coming up and the grass is dewy and everything looks golden, then the drive is dreamy and i enjoy my solitude with the music and the scenic drive.

13. bangtan!!!! of course of course they make me happy. they are so sweet and wholesome and bring me so much joy. i don't know what life felt like before them but i know i don't ever want to live that way again. even as they go their own ways, knowing them has been such a great impact. the discovery of this group has brought meaning to my life as im sure others can relate and their music is so healing, so comforting and so sincere. bangtan forever <33 :")

14. sleeping :p i love sleeping even if my sleep schedule is currently in shambles.... when i sleep i sleeeeep

15. chatting with new friends!! hanging out with my friends! i don't have a lot of friends irl but the few i do, i love seeing them and just doing little mundane things with them like going to run errands or baking cookies in the evening. i like being around the people i love. i also love making new friends through similar interests because i loveeee to talk about the things i fixate on lol

anyway!!! thanks for reading this if you did!! 💘🫂

tagging some of you but don't feel obligated to participate!

tagging: @aamalaaa @btsgotjams27 @here2bbtstrash @bngtnbrat

[mrsbrookegillespie]

+Perfect Harmony+ (Part One) Luke x Reader

Description: For Y/N Molina, it never came easy for her. The hardest part not being able to do the one thing she loved, creating music. With her cousin Julie joining a ghost band that she’s been secretly admiring for years, her all time crush not returning the same feelings, and having many untold secrets, something is bound to go wrong.

Warnings: ANGST, swearing, mention of suicidal thoughts, Ray not being that nice (I’m sorry Ray, we love you), mention of slight sexual harassment, mentions of death (duh), terrible writing, typos, and probably more that my brain can’t think of at the moment. 

After Writing All Of That I’m Questioning This Story, But I Do Love It So... Many Songs Will Be Featured, Feel Free To Listen To Them When They Come Up.

+Perfect Harmony+

For Y/N Molina life wasn’t easy. Her parents, one being the sister of Ray Molina, dropped her off in front of the Molina household at the age of fourteen before going off to explore the world. At the time she was upset about the situation, but it wasn’t surprising. Her parents never wanted a kid, she practically raised herself while they were in Greece eating seafood, and sipping at the finest wine, no doubt. “How are you doing?” Rose, her cousin Julie’s mom, asks. 

Y/N shrugs. “They’re never coming back, so I guess I’m going to be stuck on this couch for a while.” She actually grew quite fond of the sofa that pulled out into a bed.

“We’ll make you a room up in the loft,” Rose assures.

“So, we agree, my parents are…” Her voice fades off, inhaling through her nose.

“You know, this used to be the studio of a band.” Y/N tilts her head, looking at the older woman. “A rock band, I met them when they were going to play at The Orpheum--”

“The Orpheum?!” Y/N exclaims. “That’s amazing!” 

“They were, but they died that night.” Rose stands up, walking to a box. “This is some of their stuff.” She picks it up. “I’ve heard the music you listen to, and I think you would like them.” Setting down the box in front of Y/N, she wastes no time searching through it.

“Sunset Curve?” she questions, staring down at the logo printed on the shirt. “Cool name,” she compliments with a wide smile, setting the article of clothing in her lap. She picks up a picture showing four boys. “Were these them?” 

“Yes, that one was Bobby, he’s a flirt, Reggie, sweetie, Alex, very sassy--” Y/N giggles, “And Luke, he was the lead singer.” 

“He’s… Quite decent looking,” Y/N observes sheepishly.

“I knew you’d think so.” Rose ruffles her hair. “Listen to the CD, you never know…” 

“I will.” Y/N clutches the photo to her chest as Rose leaves. Hastily she picks up the CD that had the band's logo plastered on the plastic case. She gently places it in the player, waiting for the music to come through the speakers. And then, there it was. “They’re amazing.” She grabs the box again, pulling out an orange beanie, placing it on her head. 

By the end of the night she had searched the entire studio for more stuff, gathering it, trying things on, she stayed up ‘til sunrise listening, and trying to learn each and every one of their songs, painting each of the members on canvases, writing songs about the guitarist that even though died years ago, she couldn’t help but feel connected to. A crush on a dead guy, what’s better than that?

“Boo!” Luke poofs in next to Y/N who’s currently getting her textbooks out of her locker.

“God!” she shrieks. “You need to stop doing that to me, gonna give me a heart attack,” she mutters as her fellow classmates, and random people she had never met give her weird glances. “Make people think I’m crazy.” Luke opens his mouth to reply, but Y/N beats him to it. “Yes, Luke, I know ‘we’re all a little crazy’.”

He pouts. “Someone’s grumpy today.” He crosses his arms, leaning against the locker next to hers. “But, anyways! Do you know where Julie is?” 

And there Y/N’s heart was punched. “I mean, she has to be around here somewhere,” she answers, slamming the locker door. “Now, if you’d excuse me, I have to go to class.” She takes her time to turn around on her heels.

“You’re gonna be at band rehearsal before our performance, right?” he asks, making her stop.

Turning only the upper half of her body to look at him. “I think you forget I live in the studio.”

He lets out an airy chuckle. “Right.” He playfully rolls his eyes.

Unlike Julie she didn’t care if people thought she was crazy, for the number one reason being that people already thought that. Wacky, coocoo, freak, those were just some of the words people called her before her favorite band suddenly popped out of nowhere because Julie played their CD.

That always confused Y/N, why is that when she played the CD all that time ago they didn’t show up, but when Julie did, they did? She never mentioned her already known infatuation with the band, even though it most likely answers the question of why Julie and her can see the ghosts. “But, I’m grounded so…” She carelessly shrugs. “I’m stuck on party duty for the time being, so probably won’t be there for that, but I’ll be there for the actual performance.” Even though she would’ve done it anyway, Ray wanted Y/N to be more ‘supportive’.

“Oh.” His smile falters a little. “Cool, I’ll catch you later then.”

An awkward tension fills the air. “Yep.” She salutes towards him, walking off. 

Grounded. No phone, only can drive her car to school, and home. Y/N wasn’t even allowed to listen to her records which she’s collected over the course of three years. And it was for the reason that she's failing multiple classes, but Ray didn’t understand the struggle she’s going through.

Let’s rewind… When Rose died it left the whole Molina family broken. But, it also left another part of Y/N broken when music became Julie’s thing at that moment, Ray not allowing Y/N to even have a guitar in her room. She loved music, all she wanted to do was sing, play every instrument, write every song with any word that popped into her mind. Julie couldn’t even touch a piano until recently, and yet, it had to only be Julie’s thing. So, now Y/N has to just secretly write songs in her red notebook knowing they’ll never be used, and secretly play in the school’s band room before any student takes a foot into the building, while she watches her cousin and the guys become ‘Julie and the Phantoms’.

What does hurt her everyday, is not being able to do something she loves because they’re afraid of how it might affect someone else. But, if Julie really cared for her family member then she’d be happy for her, right? Not to mention the way Luke looks at Julie hurts a little too, the chemistry. No one can deny it. It’s not like she’s had a crush on him before they even met him as a ghost. No, the biggest crush that she’s ever had is totally not a dead guy, and no, she’s never in the past thought about killing herself in hope to meet him if there were an afterlife, which she guesses there is now. She’s sure he loves Julie not being an absolute mess for him, and he probably knows that Y/N’s in love with him and is trying to show her he doesn’t like her in the worst way possible. “Y/N!” she internally screams, hearing the familiar voice.

“Josh…” she drags out his name. Maybe she should just give him a chance? He gives her plenty of attention. She giggles to herself when the thought crosses her mind. That wasn’t funny. An inner voice replies. 

“Hey, I just… Wanted to see how you were doing, you know--just friend to friend.” 

“I actually have to go to class, so we’ll talk later, ‘kay?” She tries to turn around to leave, but Josh grabs her arm to pull her back.

“Class doesn’t start for another fifteen minutes,” he counters.

“Y/N!” Luke exclaims, poofing right next to Josh. “I still haven’t found Julie, are you sure you don’t know where she is?” He almost didn’t even notice the other boy that had also been fighting for Y/N’s attention.

“I like to get to class early,” Y/N replies to Josh. “And you haven’t seen Julie around here, have you?”

“I think I saw her in the dance room.” She gives Luke a pointed look. “You know, practicing for that dance thing.”

“Yeah!” Y/N responds, not even an ounce interested in this conversation. Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, she noticed Luke not leaving.

“Who’s this?” he asks.

“So, Josh, I really have to go,” she claims. “I’ll see ya around!” 

“Wait,” he starts. “Is this about when I tried to kiss you the other day?” Y/N tenses up, 

Luke’s jaw dropping slightly.

Followed by a wide smile. “Does Y/N have a boyfriend?!” he mocks. 

“No, well, yes, it is. We aren’t dating, Josh, it’s uncomfortable.” Josh huffs out. “That’s not a weird reason for why.” Y/N’s blood starts to boil.

“You should feel honored that someone would even want to kiss you, I mean your reputation here isn’t all too great, Y/N,” he states. 

“Goodbye, Josh.” She turns on her heels. 

Luke watches as she angrily walks away, glaring at Josh who obviously couldn’t see him. He turns slightly, glancing over his shoulder to see Julie by her locker. Giving Y/N one more glimpse he goes to do what he came here to do. 

Y/N sits at her desk, rereading over the words that she colorfully wrote in her journal. “You pretty thing, with pretty things inside,” she sings quietly. She slams the book closed when she finds herself getting annoyed by just how untalented she was. 

“I think that Nick guy has a crush on Julie,” Luke reports, once again magically appearing in front of her. He was taken aback when she didn’t react.

[chayacat]

Last Waltz With My Darling (Oneshot Fiction)

Fandom: Road96

Characters: Jarod, Oc Pauline (Jarod’s wife).

Context: Losing a person is hard enough to overcome. But unfortunately for Jarod, he lost two. The only two women who mattered most to him. Before Lola died in 1986, his wife, Pauline left them when their daughter was only 6 years old. So, when you are on the grave of the mother of your child... memories resurface...

***

Petria cannot be said to have idyllic landscapes. But the little that there is in this shit of country remains... unforgettable. And when you are sentenced to death because of an incurable disease... That's one of the last things you want to see. In the living room of a small house, sitting on a rocking chair in front of the window, a woman was looking outside. A little girl was playing in the garden and from time to time she waved to the young woman, smiling. Her daughter without a doubt. Suddenly an engine noise was heard and the little girl turned her head in the direction of the vehicle before running smiling towards the man who was getting off of it. She looked like she was telling him something, and the smiling man stroked her head before putting her on the floor and enter the house together.

*Be careful to not fall down the stairs... Okay Lola? * Said the man smiling.  

*Yes Daddy !!!* responds the young girl, climbing up the stair to go play in her bedroom.

*Did she share her findings on dinosaurs with you again? * Said the woman in her rocking chair.

*... Yes. A future palaeontologist... you can be sure. How do you feel? * Asks the man, taking off his coat.

*Like every day Jarod... Tired... And hoping that this isn’t the last day of my life on this Earth...*

*Pauline...*

*Sorry. What about you? How was your day? *

*Well... I have good news...* replied Jarod, sitting next to her, holding her hand tenderly. *I was promoted. I will become the manager of Happy Taxi... I'm going to be the boss now. *

*Oh, Honey that’s wonderful! all those years of hard work have paid off!*

*Too late unfortunately...*

*What do you mean?*

*If I had been promoted to boss earlier... I would have made more money and so I could have paid you better treatments...*

*You have nothing to do with it... and you know it wouldn't have changed anything in the situation. * Replied Pauline softly.

*What do you know? Maybe with better treatments, your disease wouldn't have gotten worse to the point of...* said Jarod getting more and more angrier of himself.

*Jarod! * Said Pauline, stopping him and getting him out of his thoughts *Even if you could have gotten this promotion before, even if you could have paid me for better treatments, it wouldn't have changed anything for me... The doctor said it... it would have gotten worse in any case. We'd just have... delayed the deadline, the fatality, of one or two more months... but that's it. In any case I was doomed. In any case, we couldn't do anything anymore for me... it's life, that's the way it is, that's all. And you know it. *

*I don't want to lose you... not like that...*

*I know. But you can’t change fate. Even to save me. The only one thing we can rejoice in... it's that Lola doesn't have it. I didn't pass this disease on to her... She was lucky. Which wasn’t my case. *

*I don't even want to think about it...*

Jarod looked away to observe the living room. Then a small smile was made on his face and without warning, he got up and walked to the cd player of the house, inserted a record and when the music started, he turned to his wife, took a few steps forward to reach out to her, a smile on his lips.  

*Will you grant me this dance... miss?*

*Jarod...* starts Pauline, laughing.

*Please. If I have to live every moment with you as if it were the last... So, I want to enjoy it as much as possible... otherwise I know I will regret it. *

*Fine...With pleasure mister. *

Pauline took Jarod's hand and Jarod brought her closer to him and put himself in a dance position. And then began a slow between them. To the rhythm of the music, they moved, not taking their eyes off each other, and smiling at each other. They felt like they were going back in time... the day they met...

*Remember that evening? When you invited me to dance? The only boy who had the courage to take the first step...* said Pauline.

*Believe me it took me a while... I was sickly shy. But I couldn't resist such beautiful eyes...* responds Jarod.

*Hahaha! You're so adorable... Jarod?*  

*Yes? *  

*Can you promise me something? The day when... I would die...*

*Don’t say that...* Replied Jarod delicately tightening his embrace on his wife.

*... the day I'm gone, I want you to take care of Lola. I want you to give her all the love I won't be able to give it to her anymore... I know you will. But I want you to promise me. * Said Pauline.

*...I will. You know I will. I promise. *

*Thanks Jarod...I love you. *

*Love you too. *

And this was unfortunately the last solemn exchange they had. Because the rest came too quickly to Jarod's taste. A day with a fairly strong heat, a phone call. A voice he didn't know. A news he didn't want to hear. Pauline was at the hospital. In a serious condition. He remembered driving well beyond the limits to get home. Lola was waiting for him with tears in her eyes, asking for her mother. And he tried to calm her down in vain. Then he remembered going to the hospital with his daughter. The reception that took him and Lola to a room apart. And the news that fell. That's it. She was no longer in pain. Lola cried everything she could by calling her mother. Jarod... It took 3 people to calm him down, the tears kept flowing and the only thing he could do was hug his daughter and cry with her.

And now here he was. In front of her grave. THEIR grave. Because when the authorities were able to remove the rocks that collapsed during the attack, Jarod had to identify his daughter. And it only took the clothes to recognize her. So, he had buried her with her mother, so he knew he could find them both here. He stood in front of the grave, a small dinosaur-shaped watering can in his hands and pouring water on the flower beds he maintained very often.

“Here. Your flowers are refreshed for today. With the weather... I will come back in a few days to water them again... and cut those that are faded.” He starts as he felt a slight breeze pass over his face. “You know, if I could go back... if I could save you both... I would. I'm sorry, Pauline. I couldn't keep my promise to the end. I gave to Lola all the love you could give her. But I may have been too much... protective with her? Maybe if it was me who had died of this disease and not you... she would not have joined the Brigades? Surely, she would have fulfilled her dream, and you would have been there to support her. If you knew how much... I blame myself. I almost killed someone who didn't deserve to die. And I killed others. But today... I want to redeem myself... So that we are reunited all 3 when my time comes. I...”

“And I would always keep that promise.”

Jarod frowned. Someone else was there. After all, it’s a cemetery. But the voice he heard... was familiar. And when he raised his head, he felt his whole body stiffen. At 3 rows of graves, he saw him. Stan Sanchez. Sonya Sanchez's brother. The one who, with his brother Mitch, had stopped him in a ...unconventional way. How does he know all this? Because he had heard them talking, before he got up and left that day. He had his back to him, neither has noticed the presence of the other so far. Except Jarod now. Jarod didn't make a noise anymore; he didn't want a bloodbath to break out here.  

“Anything can happen to me, I'm ready to lose an arm, a leg, life itself... but one thing is for sure. I would continue to watch over them. I would continue to do everything I can to ensure that Mitch and Sonya have everything they need...If it has to cost me my life, then so be it. But no one will touch my family. I will not let anyone take away the only family I have left.” Said Stan before getting up.  

He could go and see him. Apologize for what happened. For what almost happened. This would be the right opportunity to have a good explanation, to put everything flat. It would be in a sense, the first step of his redemption. But knowing the Sanchez brothers now... He wasn't sure they would give him time to say anything. Especially Stan. But as he raised his head, he saw that Stan was no longer there, he saw him at the cemetery gate, joining his brother and sister. Too late. He placed a kiss on the grave of his wife and daughter and piqued by curiosity went where Stan was. Another tomb. Or rather a vault. On the stone was engraved:

                                          "Sanchez family."

                             Alice, Sophia Dalloway-Sanchez.                                                  Born November 17, 1939. Died on April 14, 1971.

                                                   And

                                          William, Luiz Sanchez.                                                      Born July 20, 1938. Died on April 14, 1971.

There was no doubt in Jarod's mind. They are their parents. It's funny, they looked the same in the end. They lost their parents; he lost his wife and daughter. And he almost added a name to this vault. Luckily, they stopped him. They did well.  

“Sorry. I would do anything to be forgiven by them. Hoping you will forgive too.” said Jarod in front of the vault.  

He looked again towards the grave of his wife and daughter. Then a smile came to his face. It will take as long as it takes, but one day, he will be able to redeem himself. He will manage to move forward, and maybe little by little regain a taste for life, who knows. Because that's what they would have wanted. Whether it's Pauline or Lola there is only one thing they could have wished for him.  

His happiness.

***

(Second little oneshot on Jarod, a fiction that mentally required a lot of strength, because it is quite difficult to write a story about a character of which we know a few about his past. But the main thing is that you’ll like it. This is a vision of his past from my point of view. hoping that you like it and that we can discuss it if you have other opinions! I hope you’ll like it like the other ones! Feel free to tell me what you think about it! Have a great weekend to you all!  See ya!)

[xbellerousseau]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- belle rousseau’s comfort songs (mainly from the 50s, 60s, 70s)

             *( it’s giving romantic-at-heart, small town struggles, french countryside, and we cannot forget how beautiful belle is & 🎵 if you could read my mind, love !! what a tale my thoughts would tell !! 🎵 😩😩)*

so this ended up being belle’s comfort songs and not her ‘favourite’ songs; as i was making the playlist i was wondering when she would actually listen to this? and the answer was literally anytime she needs to relax or feel at peace. the songs make her think of times with no trouble, when she was less stressed and a little more free.

she’s very much an old soul: vinyl records, dusty books, audrey hepburn movies (her favourite is sabrina), slow dancing,,,.,.,., 

the purpose of these songs are different, and belle doesn’t really listen to them for the meaning of the words. she feels comforted by the melody, the sway of the music, and any memories attached to it:

1. moon river (from breakfast at tiffany’s), andy williams —

            two drifters, off to see the world / there's such a lot of world to see

watching breakfast at tiffany’s with her father on rainy days with steaming hot cups of cocoa. fresh croissants baking in the oven. soot on their faces because they’d just witnessed an invention explode. mr rousseau says he loves old movies because they’re quiet but impactful, and belle remembers those words forever: quiet but impactful. he says that audrey hepburn reminds him of her mother’s smile and the twinkle in her eyes.

2. smoke gets in your eyes, the platters  —

          so I smile and say, when a lovely flame dies / smoke gets in your eyes

a heartbroken and hurt 13 year old belle is crying in bed. she doesn’t want her father to ask her how her day’s gone. she’s just come home from a talent show where she was meant to recite a poem off by heart, but was laughed and tease off stage by her peers. she recalls most keenly that a girl she thought was her friend was laughing too, and whispering in gaston’s ear. she doesn’t know yet why this hurt the most.

‘smoke gets in your eyes’ is the song that plays when she finally leaves her room and joins her father in the kitchen. he makes her dinner, with his favourite ‘romance songs’ cd playing on their cd player. she finally tells him about her day.

3. don’t worry baby, the beach boys —

          and if you knew how much I loved you / baby nothing could go wrong with you

when she’s 16 years old, her school takes her class on a trip to a beachside town as a end of term celebration. belle doesn’t come to the beach but instead, explores the town. she meets a young boy (also 16) who works at the bookstore, and she’s skeptical but they talk about books, walking and talking the whole way. she finds that they end up at the beach, but a little ways away from everyone else. he asks if she’s heard of “the way of all flesh” and she punches him in the shoulder and he laughs because it’s a book. when it’s time for them to leave, he escorts her back to the bus, and he gifts her the book (the way of all flesh, by samuel butler), and winks at her.

every girl on the bus is jealous and gaston is pissed but belle is surprisingly charmed. 

their teacher plays a beach boys cd on their way back to villeneuve and everyone hates it but belle is too happy.

4. dust in the wind, kansas —

        same old song / just a drop of water in an endless sea         all we do / crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see

an 20 year old is a bitter belle, and she is very done with her peers in her small town. she’s looking for ways out of the town, but knows that these are merely dreams because in reality she would never leave her father. lucky for her, an adventure found her.

enter the 21 year old niece of the woman who owns the local motel. she’s only there for two months, until her aunt gets better and is able to manage the motel again. like belle, she is a voracious reader and seen as an outcast. they spend a lot of time together. she tries to teach belle how to play guitar, but belle is happy just to watch her. lots of picnics in flowerfields.

at the end of the 2 months, the girl asks if she can kiss belle. belle explains that she doesn’t want a relationship and that the girl is wonderful but they don’t know each other well enough. the girl says that’s completely fine, she just wanted to make sure she asked to kiss the most beautiful girl in town before she left. belle kisses her on the cheek.

5. if you could read my mind, gordon lightfoot

        if I could read your mind, love / what a tale your thoughts could tell         just like a paperback novel / the kind the drugstore sells

a more recent discovery. her first week at elias, she hardly speaks to anyone, unsure yet of what life will be like here. she hasn’t thought about applying for any jobs, she feels like an alien when she speaks. she goes to the familiar: bookshops, antique stores, thrift stores. she hasn’t brought any books with her to elias. she had no personal items when she left her father abruptly, so she has essentially nothing meaningful from her life with her.

while lining up to purchase some old books (including the way of all flesh), she spies a record on sale at the front counter, and she buys it on a whim.

she listens to the entire album, loving it’s titular song the most, as she sets up her bedroom in her and adam’s new house alone.

6. vincent, don mclean

      weathered faces lined in pain / are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand       now, I understand, what you tried to say to me

(content warning for this song: it mentions vincent van gogh’s suicide)

another recent find. belle can read while listening to things, so she’s in the wide backyard of the house in elias, with the radio on. the song starts playing and she stops reading, focusing on the lyrics. and she doesn’t why, maybe it’s exhaustion and maybe she’s needed to for a long time ... but she starts to cry. 

HONOURABLE MENTIONS:

chiquitita, by abba

case of you, by joni mitchell

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- BONUS RANDOM EXPLANATION ON LOVE & BELLE

From the start I knew that Belle’s relationship with, well, romantic relationships wasn’t going to be easy. Since childhood she’s been told she’s beautiful, and it’s always the beautiful girls who get into relationships and all the attention etc. etc., so she kind of grew up actively trying to avoid being objectified like that and being ‘roped’ into a relationship.

The town’s ‘favourite ship’ was obviously Belle and Gaston, and being told this when you’re like 10 years old is very uncomfortable. 

I wrote those 2 headcanons about the Boy from the Beach, and the Girl with the Guitar because I knew that dreamy, wide-eyed Belle wouldn’t completely say ‘no’ to romance. And of course, it had to be two people that didn’t belong to her town.  But it was also important that they weren’t ‘full’ relationships. They were possibilities, and they were people who respected Belle’s boundaries when it was clear that she wasn’t fully interested in them in that way — yet they still left a magical impact on her. She has never really had her mind set on a relationship because, to her, there was so much else to do. 

Now in Elias, in new circumstances and among new people ... who knows ... ? Eventually ... ?

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Extreme Aggressor: Final Part

Pairing: Eventual Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill, and angst

Summary: Jason Gideon is called back from a six-month leave from the Behavioral Analysis Unit to profile a killer. Meanwhile, the team flies across the country to Seattle when another young woman goes missing at the hands of "The Seattle Strangler," another serial killer.

Author’s Note: Here is it finally! After hard work, it is finally ready for your viewing pleasure! Please, feedback is always appreciated so let me know what you like about it and what you didn’t!

I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there is any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated.

So without further ado, please enjoy!

After the shocking news that Gideon presented, you were able to get a list and pictures of the people the police have interviewed. Gideon wanted you to look at them since you might be able to tell who the suspect in question was. The only name that stood out to you was Richard Slessman, and you couldn’t tell them how you knew this, but there was something about those eyes that just told you what you needed to know.

“You sure about this?” Gideon asked.

No matter how long he knew you, he always had doubts about the things you could do—even if those doubts were small.

“Are you really asking me that question?” you whispered, holding your gun close to your body as you hid while another agent went to lure Richard into this house. “The minute I passed his house, I could tell he was the one. His house reeks of spiritual energy.”

The woman known as Elle Greenaway, a woman who wants the other opening in the BAU, was bringing Richard to the abandoned house across the street from his own in order for the FBI to take him down. As soon as she entered the house, she began leading him into the room where everyone was. As soon as she gave the green light, the swat team in head-to-toe uniforms appeared and trained their guns on him. Elle took him down and began to read him his rights.

“Richard Slessman, FBI,” Elle said as she began to handcuff him. “You are under arrest for the murder of…”

Her voice trailed off as you and Gideon stepped into the light. Richard stared at you two for such a long time as if he knew something you two didn’t. As soon as they got him in handcuffs, you headed over to his house where the rest of the team was waiting. As soon as you entered the house, you could feel the energies of spirits that they left behind. While none of the victims died here, they did want you to know what something happened here.

“There's no sign of the girl here,” Spencer noted when Gideon walked in behind you. “We can arrest him with probable cause, but we won't be able to hold him.”

“Slessman's been at the top of the suspect list. Is that the mother?” Gideon asked when he saw an older woman sitting at the table with a distressed look on her face.

“Grandmother. The mother died in a fire when he was 13,” Elle informed.

“I’m going to check upstairs,” you told Gideon before going off on your own.

There was something calling you upstairs, but you didn’t exactly know what. The more steps you walked, the stronger the energy got. Derek was stationed inside of Richard’s room, but that’s not where you wanted to be. There was a door right next to his bed, and when you opened it, there was a staircase behind it. Climbing it, you saw Elle, Spencer, Gideon, and Hotch standing inside the attack.

“Oh, my God,” you whispered once you had both feet on the floor.

“What is it?” Hotch asked.

“Richard’s standing right next to you,” you muttered.

Hotch looked around him, but Richard was nowhere to be found.

“He’s downstairs.”

“Let her finish,” Gideon defended you.

Richard was on the phone, and although you couldn’t hear what he was saying, you could guess due to the stressed look on his face. He wasn’t getting anywhere with the person on the phone, so he hung up and turned on his TV. Gasping, your eyes widened at what you saw on the TV.

“He just got off the phone with someone, and he turned on the TV. There’s a woman on the TV, but she’s tied and gagged. Oh no, there’s a man with her, and he’s—oh God. Richard is sitting by the game that Spencer is looking at and starts to play himself. I can’t,” you whispered, looking away in pain.

“What kind of game is it?” Elle asked.

Richard misted away so that you were brought back to reality.

“In China, it's called wei-chi. Here we call it ‘go’. It's considered to be the most difficult board game ever conceived,” Spencer answered.

“Chairman Mao required his generals to learn it,” Gideon added.

“This might provide an advantage, actually. Go is considered to be a particularly psychologically revealing game. There are profiles for every player—the conservative point counter, the aggressor, the finesser, and more.”

“What kind of player is Slessman?” Hotch asked, looking at you to make sure you were okay.

“Extreme aggressor.”

“Well, we’re not going to find answers up here. We need to talk to Richard,” you said, crossing your arms.

Spencer, Elle, and Gideon nodded in agreement and left the attic. Hotch walked past you, but instead of leaving, he stopped by your side.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I don’t get to choose what I see. Sometimes, I don’t prepare for it. I mean, I see things like murder and rape, but I can’t ever prepare myself for it. I promise, I’ll be better at it.”

“You’re doing fine,” he said calmly.

He let you go down the stairs first, and you watched as Elle and Derek tried to figure out how to get into the computer that was apparently locked.

“Do you think you can break in? In 6 tries?” Elle asked.

“Try again. Fail again. Fail better,” Gideon said.

“Samuel Beckett,” you and Spencer said at the exact same time.

He looked at you, but you blushed and quickly looked away.

“Try not. Do or do not,” Derek argued.

“Yoda,” Spencer whispered to Gideon.

The fearless leader took one look at Richard’s shelf and noticed something familiar. He grabbed a book, but it wasn’t that he was interested in. Inside contained something far more personal to Gideon.

“I wanna talk to him. Y/N, will you come with? I want you to get a read on him.”

“Sure,” you nodded, walking past Spencer to follow Gideon to the kitchen where Richard was silently stewing.

The criminal looked at you two as you took a seat, and you crossed your arms as you just stared at him. Gideon was doing all the talking here, you were just here to see if you could get anything on him.

“You read my paper. Learn anything?”

“Heirens said a man living inside of his head was the one who committed the murders. You said he was lying, that there'd never been an actual case of multiple personalities.”

“You have an academic interest in dissociative identity disorder, or you just planning your defense?” Gideon asked. Since Richard didn’t say anything else, he opened the book he grabbed and pulled out the article that was stored inside. “You a fan of Adrian Baal's work?”

“No. I'm a fan of yours,” Richard smiled.

He leaned in to try and get under Gideon’s skin, and as soon as you got a whiff of his cologne, your vision got blurry. Richard, Gideon, the table, the article, and even the policeman who was standing behind Richard were getting darker, only for a new picture to replace them. It was Heather inside of a cage, but Richard wasn’t with her. It was a much larger man who approached the cage. His back was turned to you so you couldn’t see his face.

The only name you could see around the room was Timothy.

“Why don't you tell us where Heather Woodland is?” Gideon asked, bringing you back to reality.

“Woodland… Isn't she the girl that went missing a couple days ago?” Richard smile. Gideon had enough of him and motioned to the officer.

“Get him out of here,” Gideon said, getting up.

Staying where you are, you watched Richard get taken away, but his gaze was on you’re the entire time. Ever since entering this house, you’ve gotten two visions. Putting those together—Richard talking on the phone, his stressed look, the woman on the TV, the woman in the cage, the large man, and the name Timothy—there was another unsub.

There was another killer.

Getting up, you rushed out of the house to try and find where Gideon might have gone to. Once outside, you heard two men talking to one another and noticed it was the two superior men.

“Gideon! Hotch!” you exclaimed, rushing over to him. “There’s two unsubs. Richard didn’t kill those girls, someone else did. All I’m getting is the name Timothy. Does that help?”

“It does. Stay here with Morgan and Reid. Call me if you get anything else.”

“Okay,” you said, walking back into the house only to find Spencer inside Richard’s room sitting crossed-leg on the bed with every single CD this guy owned—opened and laying everywhere.

“What is all this?”

“Morgan thinks that the CDs might help us with the password.”

“Will it?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Can I help?”

“Be my guest,” he offered.

Looking at all of the CDs in the room, you tried to get a feel for the energies surrounding them—the more energy a CD has, the more that Richard used it. Looking at the CD shelf, you froze when you saw Richard standing there, looking through the different kinds of CDs.

“What is it?” Spencer asked, seeing as there was nothing by the CD shelf. “Is he here?”

“Yeah.”

“What is he doing?”

“Looking for a CD. There’s hundreds of them, but there is only one that he wants,” you noticed, walking closer to him.

He picked out a Metallica with a smile before heading up to the attic. As soon as Richard disappeared, you looked through each and every one of the CD cases until you found the one you wanted.

“What are you doing? Did you find something?”

“He chose this one,” you held up the Metallica CD.

“It’s empty.”

“Doesn’t the laptop have a CD port?”

“You’re right,” he whispered, grabbing something off the bedside table.

He walked upstairs with you trailing behind to find Derek almost on edge.

“We’ve been thinking about the CD's,” Spencer began.

“Oh, Reid, come on. We tried the CD's. We searched, sifted, and sorted through every one of this guy's head-banging heavy metal collection. We gotta find something, or this girl is dead.”

“Think you may have missed the obvious,” you said.

Spencer used the tiny pin in his hand to forcefully open the CD port on the side of the laptop. Inside was the missing CD case.

“What are you doing? Reid, what made you think of this?”

“It was the only empty case,” you shrugged, tossing the case to Derek.

“Alright. I'm an insomniac who listens to Metallica to go to sleep at night. What song could possibly speak to me?” Derek thought out loud.

Spencer eyed the back of the case before looking at his friend.

“Enter Sandman.”

“You sure?” Derek asked.

Once Spencer nodded, he typed the password into the computer, and low and behold, it unlocked. The only thing on the home screen was a video file, but it wasn’t just any kind of video…

It was a live one.

“Call Gideon,” you gasped once the video file was opened.

It was the same thing you have been seeing—Heather tired and gagged inside of a cage. Derek grabbed his phone and dialed the superior agent.

“Gideon, Heather's alive… 'Cause we're watching her right now.”

“I feel her pain and fear,” you whispered with wide eyes.

The swat team was called up to examine the video, and then they began searching the attic to see if they could find evidence of where this girl might be.

“Morgan, can you show me the last 12 images lined up next to each other?” Spencer asked.

“Yeah,” Derek muttered, doing as he was told.

“You see that? The light bulb hanging from the wire?”

“Yeah, what about it?”

“It's shifting positions like it's swaying, like the earth is tilting.”

“Not the earth, doc,” you commented, “the ocean. That girl is on a boat.”

“Hotch, Heather is on a boat,” Derek said once he called Hotch. “It’s a pier or a dock. He wouldn't be able to transmit the webcam image from the middle of the ocean… It's the best we got, Hotch. Even if we're right, getting the exact location's on you, my friend… To work me a little magic.”

Just to be updated on Heather’s situation, you kept watching the video to see what might happen or if the second unsub, which was Timothy Vogel, went to get her. Apparently, when Richard was in jail, Timothy was the guard who befriended him and looked out for him. That was the man you’d been seeing in your visions when you saw Heather in the cage. The video was transmitting shot by shot, and in one shot, she was alone.

The second shot, Timothy was approaching her.

“Guys, he’s inside,” you panicked.

The panic you were feeling was mostly coming from her since her energy was strong enough to come through the camera.

“Get Elle on the phone,” Derek ordered as Spencer did what he asked.

Once the female agent was on the phone, Derek took the phone from her and started speaking, but you weren’t paying attention to them. Heather started fighting back and kicked Timothy in the face. She escaped the room, and once he did as well, you couldn’t get anything else.

“He’s gone. They’re gone. I can’t see them anymore,” you panicked.

“Elle and Gideon can handle this. Come on, we have to go,” Spencer urged.

This woman’s life was in danger, and you couldn’t be responsible for another dead body.

You wouldn’t allow that to happen.

“You thinking about doing this full time?” Gideon asked after Heather was rescued and Timothy was taken away.

Hugging yourself tightly, you looked at the other agents on the other side of the dock. Spencer, Derek, and Hotch were talking to one another, and Elle was talking with one of the officers.

“I am. I was trained to help people. It’s what my dad taught me to do.”

“I’ll put in a good word for you then,” he said, leaving your side.

“Thank you, Jason.”

The plane was silent since most of the agents were sleeping. Derek and Elle were comfortable on the couches, Gideon and Hotch were talking quietly in the middle of the plane, and you were sitting all by yourself in the corner, giving everyone their spaces since you have yet to feel like one of them.

“Nice job you did back there,” Spencer complimented you, taking a seat next to you with a coffee in his hands.

“Thanks, you too.”

“I’m having trouble understanding the things you can do.”

“What do you want to know?” you asked, closing the file in your hands.

“How long have you been able to do this?”

“All my life, I guess. I was born with it. I just have incredible sensitivity to people’s emotions. You know how some people know when they’re being watched? That feeling of eyes on you? Or when your gut is telling you something is bad or wrong? Well, this is my sixth sense.”

“Can you hear things?”

“No. Back at Richard’s house when I saw him talking on the phone, I couldn’t hear what he was saying. However, based on his looks and his emotional state, I had a clue. I’m kind of lucky I don’t hear what I see because if I did, I don’t think I could ever leave my house. I can close my eyes if it gets too much, but I can’t turn off my hearing.”

“So, you can get a read on me?”

“Yes, I can. Do you want me to try?” you chuckled.

Spending time with Spencer the whole ride home was something you can get on board with. You just met him, but there was something about him that just drew you in.

"When you look long into an abyss, the abyss looks into you." - Friedrich Nietzsche

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Viva Las Vegas, Pt. 14 - Unexpected Meeting

Summary: Sunset Curve Alive AU, Willex, who will they run into?, 3.2k

@trevor-wilson-covington is the bestie who makes these lovely edits, we stan supportive friends

WARNINGS: death mention, emotional trauma

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13

“Man, I need a break,” Reggie was saying as he strolled with Alex down an unfamiliar street in the early evening, stretching his arms. “I mean, being in the studio all the time has been good, but on top of everything else it’s just so much!”

Unsure where they were headed, Alex walked a few paces ahead on the sidewalk, casually navigating for both of them. He squinted as he looked at Reggie.

“Reggie, you dropped, like, all of your classes once we signed on.”

“Nope!” his friend exclaimed, tilting his head in a proud manner. “I just needed two electives to graduate. It’s okay, though, man. Not everyone finishes their math requirements as a freshman.” Reggie patted Alex’s shoulder, as if it were any sort of consolation.

“No, good for you Reg,” Alex said. His parents had paid for all this private tutoring and even gotten him to take some college credits early. Of course, his only serious plan after high school had been the band so it was all wasted effort, but then all of their attempts with him amounted to that. He was learning to feel less guilty over it. It wasn’t his fault they never cared about what he wanted.

“How long do you think Luke and Bobby are gonna be workshopping their parts together?” Reggie asked.

“Long enough. Where are we going, exactly?”

“Oh, I was just kind of keeping an eye out for anywhere interesting.”

Alex blinked. “I thought we were headed somewhere specific.”

“I’ve only been to this side of L.A. like, once, so I don’t think I’d make a good tour guide,” Reggie stated.

And just like that, Alex’s mind thrust itself back into remembering Willie. He was getting better at not crumbling completely in the moment, but it still felt like his heart was temporarily dunked into a dark ocean of misery. It would remain waterlogged and heavy inside his chest for a while.

“Alex?” Reggie was saying, looking at him with concern. “You okay?”

Snapping his thoughts back to the present, Alex sighed as he looked back at Reggie.

“I’ll be fine.”

He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jean jacket and pressed his arms against his sides. Shoulders hunched, he continued through the crowd. Focusing on walking would hopefully help it wear off. He made every step purposeful, trying to get the weight in his heart to fall through his feet. Reggie’s hand on his shoulder made him turn.

“It’s still rough, isn’t it?” he asked gently. “If I said something - ”

“It’s not your fault,” Alex tried to assure him. “Sometimes it just comes out of nowhere. Besides, I can’t make you and everyone else walk on eggshells.”

“Maybe not, but we’re in this with you. It may have been different for us, but we all met Willie. I’d never seen you warm up to anyone that fast. Even after a few months, it’s still fresh; don’t force yourself to be better for us.”

Pausing on the sidewalk, Alex looked up at Reggie. He tried to smile as gratitude edged its way in, relieving most of the heaviness in his chest.

“I appreciate that, Reg.”

“Of course, man.”

“So,” Alex took a deep breath to let everything else wash away as they kept wandering. “You made it sound like you had a lot going on. Is everything at home okay?”

Reggie shrugged. “Eh...no change there. My mom went to stay with her sister after the last fight, so my dad’s been trying his best to take care of everything, but he’s too upset to handle it well. My little sister has just been sleeping over with friends anyway, and I can handle myself, so - ” he shrugged again, “ - you know, I do what I can.”

Alex nodded. He had nothing really to comment, and Reggie knew he was always there to support him. This wasn’t anything unusual for him, but it still wasn’t right. Neither of them spent much time at their own homes, so wandering through the city like this kept them occupied when they weren’t with the rest of the band. Looking up at the store signs around them, he saw a record store about a block ahead.

“Hey, why don’t we check that out?” he suggested.

“Yeah!” Reggie said, dropping any ounce of gloom from the previous subject and skipping along to catch up with Alex.

A small bell rang as they came through the door, and they immediately began filtering through shelves of records and CDs. Peeking toward the back of the store, Alex could see a counter that offered a menu of food and drinks, some tables, as well as the smallest stage in the world. This seemed like a neat little place.

“Oh,” Reggie started after a while. “I got us a gig playing at my cousin’s wedding.”

“A wedding?” Alex said skeptically, turning from the Pansy Division vinyl he was checking out. “When we’re trying to finish a record and go on tour?”

“It’s Conrad, okay, he’s family! And he said we could make the setlist.”

Alex shrugged, considering that was fair.

“...with his approval.”

At that addition, Alex could only sigh and shake his head.

“And then maybe, you could, I don’t know, finally ask Bobby to be your date?”

Reggie put down the Mötley Crüe album he’d been examining and looked up at him in shock. Alex realized he’d possibly been too blunt. But immediately Reggie began to cover it up, laughing and shaking his head.

“What?” he said, his denial completely transparent. “Was that a...was that supposed to be a joke or something?”

Giving him a look of pity, Alex put his hands on his hips.

“You’re really gonna try to pull the wool over the eyes of your gay friend?”

Caught, Reggie looked back at him in defeat and bowed his head.

“I’m gonna guess you noticed a while ago?”

Nodding, Alex tried to soften his demeanor. 

“There’s been something up with you two for months. How come you haven’t tried to talk to him about it?”

Reggie knit his brow and began fiddling with his fingers.

“Well, I’m a little confused by it, to be honest. Cuz, I mean...I like girls, right?”

“Yeah, so?”

“But I like Bobby, too.”

“Okay.”

His friend looked up at him, expecting more of a reaction. Alex leaned against the shelf and folded his arms.

“Do you think there’s something wrong with you? Because you’re talking to the king of wrong feelings.”

“Well, sometimes I feel like that, but not really. It’s something else,” Reggie said.

“Like what?”

“Well...we’ve been friends for years. It just sort of crept up on me and I don’t know what to do. What if he rejects it? He’s one of my best friends.”

Thinking for a moment, Alex looked down at his feet. He didn’t blame Reggie for being worried. He’d had a mini crush on Bobby for a couple weeks back in ninth grade and had the same dilemma. It was easier for him to get over, though, simply because it had faded quickly.

“Well, I wish I could say if it’s meant to be it’ll happen, but sometimes…”

Sometimes it dies in a fire before there’s any chance of knowing.

He shook his head to get rid of the awful thought and ignored Reggie’s look of concern.

“But if I know Bobby, I don’t think it’s going to harm anything. I think you should go for it, Reg. I truly, honestly, will back you up on that.”

A smile spread wide across Reggie’s face.

“Thanks, man!”

Without fretting over it for another second, he turned back to the shelf of CDs he’d been perusing, and Alex did the same. There was a crazy good selection, and Alex wished he could get his hands on a record player. Playing CDs on a boombox worked for some things, but there was a level of charm in playing something on a vinyl record that appealed to him even more. He made a note to get a small notebook to carry in his fanny pack, hoping to return to this store and make a wishlist of sorts to work toward.

“Do I see Alex and Reggie of Sunset Curve?” A familiar voice said from behind.

Both of them turned to find Flynn standing in the aisle, braids tied up into a high ponytail and eyebrow arched in her usual smart fashion.

“Hey Flynn!” Reggie exclaimed, pulling her into a hug. Alex went in for one afterward, happily surprised.

“Hey guys!” she said, grinning.

“What are you up to?” Alex asked.

“Gonna be performing in a bit,” she said excitedly. “Just a warm up before the main group comes on. I’ve been working on some of my own stuff; I think you guys would love it! Got time to stick around?”

“Sweet!” Reggie raised a fist for her to bump. “I’m down. Alex, wanna stay?”

“Yeah, sounds great!”

He had yet to see what Flynn was capable of. If he were to judge only on knowing she’d been in a duo with Julie, he expected it to be good.

“Also, you should try the burritos here,” Flynn told them. “They are to die for!”

The endless click-rollll-click-click-click of his board filled his ears as Willie moved through the street, feeling the wind pass over him in the way that made freedom feel like he could clutch it in his hands. He’d actually spent today not worrying about Alex. It felt good not to dwell on what little past he had access to. Of course, he still had repetitive dreams about the few memories that had come back, but the backwards one with Caleb in it hadn’t come back ever since he’d gotten to LA. Moving forward felt...nice.

He had spent the morning sketching at the beach, getting all sorts of practice in. The beautiful waves, seagulls, the different activities all around him. Somehow a group of young college kids had gotten him to join their volleyball tournament. Willie wasn’t sure if he’d ever played it before, but once he caught onto the game, he’d gotten surprisingly good. It felt nice to roll up the hem of his jeans and dig his toes into the warm sand while playing with a group of strangers. They’d nicknamed him Mowgli, whatever that meant. He liked the sound of it though.

Heading off to work after cleaning himself up, he realized he could spend all his free time that way. Peacefully sketching, meeting fun people, and enjoying his surroundings. Was that all it took to be happy? Willie chuckled at the thought of how much Caleb had stressed over rising to the top of his business game, never appearing to be satisfied with any of it. Leaving Vegas remained the best decision he’d ever made. Of course, he wasn’t always proud about his method of burning down the shed, but it had been one of those...heat of the moment things.

Willie skated up to the back entrance and shook his hair out after lifting off his helmet. Just a few short hours of making food, some chill entertainment, and he could peace out for the night. He headed inside the store and right into the small kitchen. Thankfully, the store didn’t fit too many patrons and it was never hard to keep up with orders, and Kyle had a system so he never had to leave the kitchen. This basically meant he could jam to the live music during the lulls between orders with no interruption.

Kyle entered the kitchen just as Willie was tying on his apron.

“Hey, dude, thanks for coming. We actually got two acts coming in, so it should be a full crowd. Katelyn can be the MC for the first bit, but do you mind taking over for the second half?”

A twinge of excitement came over Willie and he lit up. He’d never gotten to try being an MC before.

“Don’t mind at all!” he said.

“Alright, man!” Kyle exclaimed. “First two orders up: swamp style nachos and a bog burrito.”

“Got it.”

“We’re up for a big night with these performances,” the girl hosting hyped up the crowd. “Let’s give it up for our artist of the night: Flynn Taylor!”

Reggie cupped his hands over his mouth as he hollered along with everyone else’s applause. Alex clapped with a mouthful of nachos. Flynn stepped onto the stage behind a set of deejay turntables, smirking as she began flipping switches and turning knobs.

“Thanks for coming out here everyone,” she said into the mic. More applause and whistles echoed through the room. “We’re gonna make a lot of noise tonight, so let me hear you get pumped!”

As she began playing a beat, Alex bobbed along, immediately interested. He didn’t know a thing about mixing, so he was highly impressed with the different sounds she was using. Then Flynn picked up the mic and began rapping and the whole room cheered.

“...I’m a princess, I don’t need a prince, boy I’m priceless...I’m here to shut it down like a night shift…”

“Man,” Reggie leaned over to Alex. “She’s so good! I say we book her to open for us ASAP as possible.”

Alex merely snorted and chuckled at Reggie’s misuse of the acronym. He actually enjoyed the idea of having Flynn rapping to open for their rock shows. Gigs where all the bands sounded the same got a little flavorless sometimes.

“Also,” Reggie said as he took a huge bite into his burrito. “This is the best burrito I’ve ever had.”

“Lemme try some, you can try my nachos,” Alex said.

All Reggie could say was Mm! as he passed the burrito over.

The final beats of the first performer echoed in the kitchen where Willie had been dancing, waving various kitchen tools around. He’d thoroughly enjoyed the whole set, and wondered what sounded so familiar about the girl who was rapping. Before he could spend more time thinking about it, Kyle came in.

“Okay, you ready?” he asked.

“I just keep people busy and then announce the next group, right?” Willie guessed.

“Yeah, man, you’ve got this!”

“What’s the next group called?”

“Downslide. And they brought some merch, so it’s a good idea to mention that to the crowd as well.”

“Okay,” Willie nodded, slipping out of his apron. “Maybe I could put their t-shirt on or something, you know, sell the look?”

Kyle looked impressed. “Yeah! I’ll go see what they’ve got.”

He left the kitchen and hardly a minute later returned with a jacket.

“They said you could wear it for the night. Not gonna lie, I wish I could wear this, it’s a sweet jacket.”

Willie slipped it on, and turned around. He didn’t often wear jackets, but whatever it was made of was pretty soft.

“Guess I’m ready,” he said, giving Kyle a hand slide and fist bump before leaving the kitchen. He stepped up behind the microphone and looked out at the crowd, and further back, the empty store.

At that moment, he heard the bell of the store door ring and two guys walked outside. Through the window, a familiar leather jacket passed. Then, he saw a head of blonde hair follow, turning to look both ways to cross the street, and his heart grew to fill all the empty space in his chest. It was unmistakable. It had to be.

“Alex...” he breathed quietly into the microphone. Adrenaline immediately went out to his extremities. The crowd before him looked bewildered as they waited for him to announce the next group.

Glancing offstage, he saw Kyle give him a strange look. Willie shook his head, unclear what message he was sending but ultimately knowing he couldn’t stay at his current spot. Before he could think anything else, his legs were bounding out the door. It felt like every ounce of blood in his veins knew. The search was over.

Reggie and Alex had just reached the opposite corner. He wasn’t going to miss his chance.

“Alex!” he cried, running to meet them.

He immediately thrust his arms around a surprised Alex, gripping him tightly, burying his face into his shoulder.

“Oh my god, Alex!” he said, panting. “It’s so good to see you.”

He didn’t feel the hug didn’t reciprocate, and instead Alex grabbed his shoulders and pushed him away. The darkness of the street seemed to envelop him.

“What are you - ?” Alex started, staring back at Willie like he’d just been assaulted. Then shock wiped over his whole face. Then confusion. And then a pain came over all of it that made Willie’s concern grow.

“What - what is it?” he asked, all the excitement gone.

Alex wouldn’t look him in the eye, and he raised a hand to hold the side of his head.

“No, this isn’t real,” he whispered to himself, shrinking backward and shutting his eyes. “This can’t be real.”

Willie glanced over at Reggie, who also stared like he was seeing the impossible. He could see Alex shaking and heard a rattled breath, and felt tension grow thick in the air. Quickly, he went to take Alex’s face in his hands.

“Alex, hey, look, it’s me,” he soothed. He fought to get a look directly into his eyes. “It’s me, Willie.”

Finally, the green ocean gazed back at him, turbulent and restless. What once had been a grounding rhythm of waves had turned into a maelstrom of despair. Even worse were the tears welling up right before him. Willie watched the storm rage for a few seconds, seeking for a moment of calm.

“What’s wrong?” he murmured, lowering his hands. Alex looked so wounded it frightened him.

“How are you alive?” Alex begged to know.

Blinking, Willie sat back, astounded at those words. While he agreed it was a miracle he was still alive, he couldn’t fathom why Alex would ask such a question. He chuckled merely out of discomfort.

“I’m here.” Willie glanced at Reggie, looking for an explanation. “Flesh and bone. Why? What happened?”

Alex looked at him incredulously, jaw hanging open. He looked so tightly wound and so scattered all at once. 

“Caleb told me you were dead.”

Willie blanched inwardly at the mention of Caleb, but even more so at the rest of that sentence he’d been utterly unprepared to hear.

“He...he - ” he stammered for a moment. “When would you have even talked to him?”

Sharing a look with Reggie, Alex took a deep breath. Then he looked back at Willie hesitantly.

“We see him all the time. We work for him now.”

It was Willie’s turn to drop his jaw.

“We’ve been signed to his record label for a few months now,” Reggie pitched in.

Directing his gaze to the ground, Willie puzzled for a minute.

“Why would I be dead?” he asked, looking back up at Alex.

For a minute Alex simply gazed at him wordlessly.

“I don’t know,” he said. There was a pause as both of them finally looked at each other, fully aware that this was real. And then Alex threw his arms around Willie to return the hug. Willie had to raise himself up on his toes to avoid falling over, and he tightened his grip to remain steady. He felt joy spread through his whole torso and breathed a sigh of relief as hands tangled into his hair. “But that doesn’t matter. I’m so happy to see you.”

[wanderingfanfics]

My Balan Wonderworld Story

So on Twitter I saw a trend of people talking about how they discovered Balan Wonderworld so here’s mine! I’m using tumblr because long-winded is my middle name (Wandering Long-winded Fan)

Warning I’m going to be talking about death in the family, anxiety and depression.

...I know that’s a little dramatic for how I got into a game with the funny hat man.

So I have anxiety.  I’ve always had it, but I pretended it was manageable.  I used to have a therapist but she was sort of...judgmental.  I saw her for a year before I decided that I didn’t need to anymore.  The anxiety spikes got more frequent and I’d end up going into terrible spirals where I fixated on atrocities, but I could brush it off because I’d still find a way back to things I enjoyed.

Then my grandma died last summer.  I’ll spare you the details, but she was the first person I opened up to about my non-straight situation, and I loved her for it.  The games I was playing, the songs I listened to, the fanfiction I was writing, I stopped doing all of it.  It was all trapped in a time when my grandma was still alive, when I could still hear her voice through the phone after work.

I was distraught for a couple of months and then I was able to go back to normal routine, but at the beginning of this year I had another anxious spiral, and it wasn’t going away.  The thoughts wouldn’t stop, and they overtook everything I did.  I couldn’t read, play games, work, watch movies, anything without thinking of existential dread.  After five years, I started getting panic attacks again.  I was still able to eat and work and even play games, but I got none of the joy anymore.  Having both anxiety AND depression is quite the concoction to choke down during a pandemic.

Now, this might be the point where I go, “AnD tHEn bALaN SaVED mE,” but I won’t, because that’s a dangerous lie.

You know what saved me?  Getting Help.  I went to the doctor, I was officially diagnosed with anxiety and depression and then I got some hecking medication for it.  You can’t depend on a game to save you, you need to talk to someone.

The spiraling thoughts still pop up every once in awhile, but they don’t have the same control over me like they used to.  Soon as I can afford to, I’m going to a therapist and I’m not going to brush off my depression and anxiety ever again.

So anyway, I was prescribed some medication which would take effect after a few weeks.  And HERE’S where Balan Wonderworld comes in.  Because I found this video.

And I couldn’t stop thinking about it?  Why was Penny Parker mortified when they started dancing?  What’s going on?  I looked at her impression of the full demo, and I thought “oh! this’ll be fun to watch others suffer though!” (btw Snapscube is cool streamer you should check out) I was one of those “love to hate it” fans at the beginning, or maybe more accurately a “love to watch others hate it” fans.  It was so hilarious seeing people’s brains melting over such an innocuous looking game.  To be fair I didn’t hear of this game when it was announced, so I didn’t have expectations to be trampled on.

Then I thought, “Wait...those Tims...remind me of Chaos.”  Suddenly the demo was in my hands, and I replayed it like five times.  Next thing you know I preordered the game (and then a second time before I realized I already preordered it) bought the cd, bought a freaking portable cd player to play it with, and am in the middle of writing a whole fanfic.

Then after all that, after replaying the game twice, it hits me.  I was genuinely enjoying something again.  I loved this game.  

My dog died a few weeks ago, and I cried for a couple of days.  He was the sweetest boy in the world in his passing hit me like a truck.  But instead of shutting away the fanfiction I was writing because it was when he was alive...the first thing I wanted to do was write again.  It wasn’t something to shut away and put under the bed, it was a comfort now.  

Balan Wonderworld did not “save me” from anxiety and depression.  The joy and love I have for it comes from the fact the it came to me after I decided to finally treat my anxiety.  The love and joy for Balan Wonderworld is the result of finding me at the right time and place to bring me happiness.

I know this has nothing really to do with the actual game, but maybe that’s the point.  It wasn’t the game itself, it was the circumstances surrounding it.  Though, the game looked like it was just made for me.  I mean, dance sequences?  Colorful backdrops?  Tims?  What’s not to love.

So long story short after crawling out of a terrible spot in my life I reach the top to find Balan Wonderworld waiting for me, and I’m happier for it.

If you happened to read my previous fic “Yuma and Memories” I’m sorry its taken so long, but I haven’t given up on it.  I’ll get back to it one day.  For now, I’m going to keep working on “Welcome to the Wonderworld!” because its become a comfort and a joy to me.  I hope you enjoy.

...Also I got a puppy and so I can’t finish the chapter this week I’M SORRY-

[soft-thrills]

XF Fic: Too Much, Just Right

I fear that if I don’t post this now, I may never post it.

Summary: Mulder/Scully smut. Dom Mulder. NC-17. Classic PWP. Mulder and Scully get kinky on a vacation to Big Sur. That’s it, that’s the plot. It’s embarrassingly long, what else is new.

It satisfies two prompts from the Dec ‘18/Jan’19 @xfpornbattle​, which, LOL, could I be any slower?

Those prompts are:

Dom Mulder draped over Scully's back, pounding into her and whispering the dirtiest things in her ear while playing with her clit. Bonus if there are people nearby.

and:

Dom Mulder blowjob, slapping Scully's cheeks with his dick while she touches herself

I reserve the right to revisit this setting, by the way, because Big Sur is the most surreal landscape I’ve ever visited, and it’s a BIG Mulder/Scully mood.

If I’ve not scared you off, keep reading, friends. Unbeta’ed. Sorry for the typos or tense slips. I tried to catch ‘em all. If you like it, hate it, it makes you feel something, anything, please let me know.

He books them a cabin in a redwood grove on the California coast. Their cell phones lose reception as they begin the winding drive through Big Sur, dramatic scenery seemingly all around them — jagged cliffs and primal, roaring ocean waves on one side; mountains and thick forest on the other. It feels like the edge of the universe. 

They are in a rented Jeep, with the top taken off, and Mulder had popped The Beach Boy’s Pet Sounds — somehow at once upbeat and melancholy, not unlike him — into the CD player.

They are relaxed, happy. Blessedly alone.

“No shared apartment walls out here, Scully,” he says, his voice dark and low, the way it always sounds in the evenings when he takes charge.

His hand lands on her thigh and she jumps. He smirks. She feels off balance — the rush of the wind around the Jeep, Brian Wilson’s voice, the sheer edges and the blue sky — and it feels good. 

“No neighbors. I’m going to have so much fun making you scream,” he promises. “Just you and me in the middle of nowhere.”

...So he hadn’t realized there would be another cabin about 20 feet away from theirs, occupied by a friendly couple in their twenties who wave when they pull up, just as the sun is setting. She shoots him a trademark raised eyebrow. 

“All alone in the middle of nowhere, huh?” 

In the end, it works out. Ed and Mary are lovely, and they spend the evening sitting around a fire pit between the two cabins, sharing a cache of West Coast IPAs, pinot noir and marshmallows. Sadly, Mulder and Scully have to politely turn down the couple’s generous offer to enjoy some fine California Gold marijuana, what with the federal employment and all. 

A couple hours later, it is well and truly dark. Scully knows from past trips out to Big Sur when she was young that the sky is full of stars, though they can’t see it from their vantage point beneath the thick canopy of redwoods. She feels warm from the fire and the drinks and the easy camaraderie. She feels happy, relaxed, far from her responsibilities. 

“Ready to hit the hay, Scully?” Mulder asks, a voice so sweet she’d almost forgotten the mood he’d been in earlier. 

Almost.

She felt warm all over again.

“Yeah, if we want to get up early tomorrow and hike, I suppose we’d better.” 

And so they say goodnight to Ed and Mary, who say they’d be outside a little while longer, making sure the fire safely dies down. Very responsible. 

The cabin is small but well appointed — for once it really is a nice trip to the forest. It has sliding glass doors, and once they were inside, Mulder drew the curtains almost all the way. Almost. It would be unlikely Ed or Mary could see anything from their vantage point, but not entirely impossible if they ventured out of the clearing. The walls are thin enough that she can hear Mary laughing at something Ed said outside.  

“Guess it would be a little rude to make you scream, Scully,” he says, and she jumps, because Mulder’s low voice is right against her ear, and she hadn’t even realized he was behind her.

“I guess so,” she says, not happy about how shaky her voice is already.

“Maybe I’ll just have to settle for making you whimper. Making you beg. Making you moan.”

She could settle for that. Doesn’t really feel like settling at all, actually.

“And maybe, Scully, if you’re very good, and you promise not to make too much noise, maybe I will let you come.”

She watches her own chest rise and fall, listens to the sound of her own breath. He is so annoyingly, wonderfully good at this. It was hard, at first, for her to accept that she liked it — that bossy Dana Scully liked being bossed around in bed. She supposes it’s not particularly shocking. It might even be predictable. It took Mulder next to no time to figure out, brilliant profiler and whatnot.  But it’s still hard to be vulnerable with someone when you want them to treat you as an equal in a relationship. Harder still when you also work with that someone in an environment where it is imperative that they treat you as an equal.

Needless to say, she got over it.

“Would you like that, Scully? Would you like me to make you beg?” he asks, running his hands up her sides, and she can’t help but shiver.

“Yes.”

“Take your clothes off,” he says, not a whisper anymore, and his voice is enough to make her jump.

He stalks out from behind her as she sheds the fleece jacket she’d worn to keep warm by the fire, then her t-shirt, then her jeans.

“Stop,” he says, when she was down to her underwear and bra, simple but matching black cotton.

He kisses her, hands in her hair, like he’d been waiting to do it since he’d made his now-amended promise back in the Jeep all those hours ago. A needy sound escapes from the back of her throat, and she can’t tell if she’s squirming because of embarrassment or desire but she’s pretty sure it’s both.

She is out of breath when he pulls away. 

“You’re so beautiful, Scully. You’re perfect,” he says, and while she doesn’t think of herself that way, in that moment, she believes him.

“I want to make you deliriously happy,” he tells her.

She leans into his chest as he strokes her hair.

“But first,” his voice drops again, his hand goes from stroking to gripping the hair at the nape of her neck, pulling back so she looks up at him. “You’re going to suck my cock.”

He is good at that — setting her at ease with sweet little touches and then jolting her back into their kinky little game — and she is a real sucker for it. 

She glances in the direction of the bed, but he shakes his head. She feels herself get hotter. He pulls a pillow off the bed and places it in front of him. She knows what he wants, but she wants to hear him tell her.

“On your knees, Scully.”

She’s always been good at following directions. When she is settled, he unbuttons his fly. He takes his cock in hand, but instead of pressing it against her lips, he rubs it against her cheek. She feels herself blush and then he gently taps it against her cheek, and then a little harder, and that’s something new and Christ, it’s almost too much, which means it makes her wet.

“Does sucking my cock turn you on?” 

She silently curses him for expecting her to speak in this condition. “Yes. Please,” she says, although she’s not entirely sure what she’s asking him for.

He slaps his dick against her cheek again and she squeezes her legs together. Too much. But God, she likes it. 

“You can play with yourself,” he says. Of course she can, she is a grown woman, and she can do whatever she likes to her own body… and yet on this evening, in this mood, she wouldn’t dream of it without Mulder’s permission.

He puts his cock in her mouth, and she takes him up on his offer, slipping her hands inside her panties and finding herself predictably wet.

She takes him as deep as she can, concentrating until she gets into a rhythm, then looking up at him and making eye contact. He groans, and she’d smirk if she could.

“I’ve been waiting all day for this, Scully,” he mutters. “Been thinking about sliding into your mouth since I started teasing you in the Jeep. I could barely concentrate out by the fire, I wanted you so bad.”

She moves the busy fingers under her underwear a little faster, and he notices. 

“It makes you wet to have my dick in your mouth, huh?” 

She moans around his cock. Too much. Just right. 

Kinky sex with Mulder never fails to remind her what a good interrogator he is. He is constantly talking to her, asking her to react, asking her to admit her secrets — yes, I want you to make me beg, yes, I want to suck your cock, yes, I like having your dick in my mouth. It is a temporarily lopsided power dynamic — there is no doubt that Mulder is in charge right now — but there’s rarely any sense of force. She wants every filthy thing he does to her, and he makes her tell him that. 

It is overwhelming to be the object of his intense focus, his questioning, his curiosity. At first it was terrifying how little she could hide from him. It is still a little scary — in an exciting, pulse-quickening way that reminds her why she turned in her stethoscope for a gun. It’s also oddly comforting: She doesn’t have to hide, or pretend, with Mulder. She just has to be herself, strange quirks and kinks and all. He could see through any pretending she could try.

She takes him a little deeper, deep enough that it makes her eyes water. A gentle thumb wipes away a tear that had formed at the edge of her eye. She looks up into his eyes and when he smiles at her, she nearly melts. 

“Hands where I can see them, now, Scully,” he says, and she reluctantly stops touching herself. 

Mulder withdraws from her mouth a moment later, and helps her to her feet. He steps out of his jeans, then pulls his t-shirt over his head. 

“Did you enjoy that, Scully?”

That he calls her by her last name, even now, as she wipes the corner of her lips, it’s somehow a thousand times more intimate than if he’d used her first name. It’s like he sees right through whatever walls she might want to build, flimsier than the walls of this cabin, outside of which the fire is still burning as Ed and Mary keep talking.

“Yes,” she says simply, finally, answering his question. Then she flicks her eyes at his erection. “I could feel that you enjoyed it as well.”

Despite how much she likes it when he’s in charge, she can’t help but try to claw back a little pride.

“Of course I liked it,” he says, pulling her close against his erection. “What’s not to like about my buttoned-up partner getting on her knees to take my cock down her throat while she plays with herself?”

She moans -- an embarrassing, unintended, not very quiet moan. 

“What did I tell you about being quiet, Scully?” he teases, followed by a sharp swat on her ass. 

Too much. Just right.

“I can’t help it,” she whines, a whisper.

“Well you’d better try, if you want me to let you come.”

On any other evening she’d laugh. She’d scoff at the idea that anyone could *let* her do anything. But it isn’t any other evening and she’s ready to dissolve into a puddle at his feet and so she bites her lip and she nods like a --

“Good girl,” he says.

When she is back in her right mind she is going to murder him. Or buy him breakfast. She can’t really be sure. 

He shoves her -- shoves her! -- onto the cabin’s king size bed, which takes up most of the small space. Her pulse is racing. 

Scully knows, rationally, that there are lots of reasons people like any manner of kinky sex -- the trust, the intimacy, the letting go of responsibility, all of those things are appealing to her. But she thinks the biggest draw is the sheer thrill. She doesn’t know what Mulder will do next. She is a little afraid but terribly excited, the way she is as a roller coaster cranks its way up a hill, or when her heels click on the pavement as she chases a suspect. She slinks backward on the mattress, away from him, back up against the headboard, even as all she wants is his touch. 

He slips out of his boxers. 

“Where ya going, Scully?” he asks, all boyish charm and wolflike grin. He yanks one leg, hard, pulling her down the bed until she’s flat on her back again. 

“Mulder, please, I --” and she stops, because she doesn’t even know what to say.

“You looked very pretty with my cock in your mouth, Scully. Would you like me to touch you? I haven’t yet, have I? Touched your pussy, I mean,” he says, marking that last bit with a firm squeeze of her left breast.

“No,” she replies.

“No, you don’t want me to touch you?”

“Oh, god, please touch me. You haven’t, but please,” she begs, and it’s embarrassing to beg, but it’s also hot, and it’s also all she can do, because if Mulder doesn’t touch her soon she’s going to lose her mind. 

He slides her underwear, embarrassingly wet, down her legs, his fingernails scraping their way. 

“Turn over,” he says.

She does, arching her ass up almost unconsciously. He gives it a playful smack and she moans.

“What do you want?” he asks her, drawing his penis up and down her labia, teasing.

“I want you to touch my clit,” she says.

He waits. She waits. 

“No,” he says, the only real warning she gets before he slides his cock inside her, to the hilt. 

She cries out -- and his hand covers her mouth.

“What did I tell you about being quiet?” he growls.

The feeling of him inside her -- hot and hard and so big -- is overwhelming. But she knows she won’t come without his fingers on her clit, and so does he. He’s going to keep teasing her. 

He moves his hand away from her mouth. She’s prone on her stomach and he’s draped over her, all over her. His lips are against her ear.

“Are you going to be quiet for me, Scully?” he asks her.

“Yes,” she whispers.

“Good,” he says. “We wouldn’t want our friends outside to hear what a little slut you are, now would we?”

Too much. Just right. She whimpers, muffling the sound into the mattress beneath her. 

“I bet you’d like to rub your clit right now, wouldn’t you?” he asks her.

“Yes, please,” she says.

“But you’re not -- why aren’t you touching yourself?” he asks.

She squirms, just another subject of his interrogations, just as helpless against his probing questions as any of them have ever been. 

“Because you haven’t let me,” she admits. “You haven’t given me permission.”

“That’s right, and I’m in charge, aren’t I?”

She has heard Mulder’s voice crack like a whip. She has heard him bellow, heard him snarl, heard him command a room of men with just his words.

But this — this rough, ragged whisper, so close to her ear she feels it more than she hears it — it’s so unbearably intimate, so unnerving. It reverberates to her very core.

“Yes,” she admits. “You’re in charge. Please.”

“Please what, Scully?” he asks, as he slams into her. “Do you want to touch yourself?”

“Yes,” she breathes. And then: “No. I want you to touch me. Please.”

“That’s my girl,” he says. 

Before she knows it, two fingers are working her clit in tight little circles as he pounds into her. In another moment she might envy his athleticism, be impressed by his coordination. But all she can do right now is moan into the pillow beneath her, overwhelmed, overloaded. 

Too much, just right. 

“I told you to be quiet, but you just can’t help yourself, can you?” he asks.

She assumes all he can hear is a moan, but what she’s muttering into the pillow is: “Pleasepleasepleaseplease.”

“I like it when you can’t control yourself, Scully,” he mutters. “Because even if you can’t -- I can. You know that, right?”

“Yes,” she whispers. “Yes yes, please, please.”

“Come for me,” he says, his voice practically a growl. “Come for me, Scully.” 

She’s so worked up that a few flicks of his wrist is really all it takes for her to tumble over the edge, as sharp and severe as the cliffs they drove past a few hours ago. 

“That’s right” he says, so fucking smug she wants to suffocate him, except she’s busy gasping for air herself. 

She’s coming down as he starts moving faster. She realizes, appreciatively, the amount of self-restrain that was probably necessary for him to focus so singularly on her orgasm. She arches a little higher, moans a little breathier. He deserves it, doesn’t he?

“Give it to me,” she moans, knowing what buttons to press, wanting it to be as good for him as it was for her. “Please, Mulder.”

A moment later he spills into her, collapsing on her back, overwhelming her, surrounding her in the best possible way.

For a moment they both just lie there, flattened, useless, happy, sated people. Scully feels empty in a good way, a way she rarely feels. Divorced from her worries, from her expectations. Elated. 

He slips out of her, slides to her side and spoons against her. 

“God, I love you, Scully,” he murmurs into her shoulder. 

“I love you too, Mulder,” she says, pressing back against him.

“I hope I wasn’t --”

“Stop. It was perfect,” she sighs. 

A beat.

“But I hope we don’t run into Ed or Mary tomorrow.”

[jeogiyall]

Jolly As Holly; K.TH

[Ari’s Christmas Prompts: movie marathon on christmas eve with boyfriend! kim taehyung from bts!]

❆︎genre- the sweetest fluff with the sweetest christmas cutie pie, and a pinch of even more fluff

❆︎word count- 1.6k

❆︎notes- breaking my own heart over here with all this fluffy goodness,, i’m a sucker for kpop boys and christmastime

—

"Hey there, Cupid." Your boyfriend greets you as he walks into the kitchen, chuckling at the reindeer headband on your head. 

You smile without looking up from the counter, busy making your famous hot chocolate, and you feel his arms slide around your waist to hug you from behind.

"Hello to you too, Blitzen." You say teasingly, putting down the mugs and turning into your boyfriend's embrace.

Taehyung's megawatt grin is mile-wide as he hugs you tightly. "You ready for our marathon, baby? I brought all of our favorites to watch tonight, so you get to pick first."

You can feel your heart melting into a puddle in your chest, much like the marshmallows in your hot cocoa; he's always had this effect on you, and it never, ever gets old.

"You already know what's gonna be first, don't you?" You ask as he lovingly kisses the tip of your nose.

You're really on the verge of melting now; he reaches up to adjust the felt reindeer ears on your head, and your entire body goes pleasantly warm when his fingers graze your cheek. You can't help yourself from leaning in, going after the kiss you've been waiting patiently for all day.

Kim Taehyung is a magical human being. His heart is nothing short of pure gold, and simply being near him is like sitting next to a bonfire, making every room he's in cozy and every touch feel like heaven. So when he kissed you for the first time after asking you out three Christmases ago, you discovered that even his kisses were otherworldly.

You never can wrap your head around just how you got so, so lucky with this man; he's like an angel on earth, and every minute you're with him is a minute you love him even more. His smile is always so bright, his laughter is always contagious, and his love is so steady and unfading that every day together feels like Christmas.

You've always had a special place in your heart for Christmas; but the past three years have made it hard to decide what you love more- Christmas, or Taehyung.

You have a sneaking little suspicion that the answer to that question might be kissing you breathless at this very moment.

You can feel his smile against your lips as he gives you the sweetest kiss of your life, and your hands find their way to his scarf and hold on tightly, bringing him even closer to you. He delicately cradles your face in his palms, fingers tracing lightly over your cheekbones as he kisses you.

Your boyfriend is absolutely, devastatingly perfect. You're more sure of this than you've ever felt about anything.

"I think somebody missed me while I was gone," Taehyung softly teases you when he pulls away, his eyes somehow seeing past your own to peer into your heart. You hope he can see all the love you have for him in there; you hope he knows how completely you adore him.

Based on the lovestruck expression on his pink face, you think that he probably does know.

"I did miss you, Tae." You tell him honestly. "It was only a week, but I still missed you."

Every year, Taehyung goes on a winter trip with six of his best friends to the mountains. They stay for a week at a ski lodge and take time to unwind from their stressful jobs; and it makes you happy that your boyfriend has such wonderful people in his life.

But you still miss him when he's gone.

"I missed you too, baby." Taehyung presses another kiss to your forehead. "So I'll go ahead and start Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer then?" He asks knowingly, winking at you. You laugh at his flirty attempts and nod, reluctantly letting go so you can finish making the hot cocoa.

"You're the best, Tae." You answer, putting an extra handful of marshmallows in your boyfriend's mug. He exits the kitchen and heads for your living room, grabbing the Rudolph CD from his bag and plopping down in front of the tv. You laugh to yourself as he mumbles quietly, never quite sure how to get the CD player to work; your old-fashioned BluRay technology is classic but confusing to him.

You give the mugs one last stir, and almost as if on cue, you hear the theme music from your favorite holiday movie start up after Taehyung lets out a triumphant cheer. You carefully grab the cups and walk into the room towards the couch as you try not to spill anything.

"It didn't take you nearly as long this year, baby," You remark jokingly, "I'd say this is progress for you."

Your sweetheart of a boyfriend shoots you a grin as he not so subtly uses his middle finger to rub his head.

"Thanks princess, I try my best." He says, the smile on his face contradicting his sarcastic words. You roll your eyes and place the hot chocolate down on the table before sinking onto the couch, beckoning for Taehyung to come join you.

He grabs your big fuzzy blanket and all but bounces over to you; and in the five seconds it takes for him to sit down, he's already got you trapped in his arms beneath the blanket, cuddling you to his chest tightly.

You don't want to be anywhere else in the whole wide world.

You snuggle into him gladly, letting your legs tangle and kissing his cheek when he hands you the remote. "You really are the best, you know?" You say softly, turning up the volume and finally pressing play.

You miss the glimmer of absolute adoration in Taehyung's eyes while the opening credits begin to roll; you're completely oblivious to how his heart flops wildly at the sight of you smiling in his arms with a Christmas movie in the background, and he doesn't waste the chance to plant a sneaky kiss at the corner of your mouth.

You shake your head at his antics and further curl into his arms, and Taehyung swears that if he died right now, he'd die the happiest man on earth.

Because what could be better than watching Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer with the love of your life?

(No, the answer isn't Christmas.)

*

"Are you crying?" You whisper quietly, hearing a series of sniffles coming from the man beside you.

Your mugs sit empty and forgotten on the coffee table, the clock above the fireplace alerting you that it's almost midnight. You're already on the fourth movie of the night, Frosty the Snowman, and you have a feeling that you aren't the only one tearing up at the sorrowful scene when Frosty loses his liveliness.

Taehyung nods once, not even bothering to feel embarrassed at the teardrop rolling down his cheek. "You are, too, so don't laugh at me." He says shortly. Your heart skips a beat at how unbelievably endearing this man is; the fact that he's crying over a children's movie has just made him all the more loveable in your eyes.

"Baby, I cry every time Mufasa dies in The Lion King," You console him, "I'm not about to tease you."

You only get another nod in response; you sigh when he sniffles loudly, wrapping your arms around his middle and nestling your head into the spot between his head and his shoulder.

"C'mere, you cutie." You murmur. He squeezes you back instantly, bringing a fond smile to your face.

You always knew Taehyung was a big softie.

"Better?" You ask as the scene changes and Frosty shows signs of coming back to life. Taehyung hums in agreement, one hand coming out of your blanket cocoon to stroke your hair.

The action is as simple as could be; but with Taehyung, even the simplest things turn magical.

"Better." He mumbles once Frosty is once again alive. You resist the urge to laugh at how cute he is, wanting to pinch his cheeks like an overbearing grandma. You settle instead for another kiss, keeping it short and quick; but you should have known that short kisses aren't enough in any situation with a boyfriend like Taehyung.

"Oh no you don't, Y/N," He scolds you with a mischievous lilt, "you better come back here and finish what you started."

You try to hold your ground, letting out a giggle when Taehyung playfully presses his face against your cheek while making kissing noises. "Stop it Tae, I am trying to finish what I started!" You whine in protest as he continues relentlessly. "I'm trying to finish the movie!"

Your attempt to resist his charms fails miserably, and you end up getting the kiss of a lifetime when you finally give in and bring his head to yours, burying your fingers in his hair.

He tastes like Christmas, you think to yourself; this man is made of hot chocolate and holly, and his personality is like peppermint. You forget about Frosty entirely when Tae's hand pushes your hair behind your ear, his kisses deep and full of meaning.

His lips are soft against yours, the hot cocoa that lingers on both of you making everything that much sweeter. Everything is sweet with him- kisses, movie marathons, everything; life is so, so sweet with Kim Taehyung by your side.

You tell him this when he breaks away, and you're rewarded with a goofy smirk that makes your chest bloom. Taehyung wiggles his nose against yours in a different kind of kiss that causes Christmas lights to twinkle behind your eyes.

"You're too good to me, Y/N. You're like my Christmas miracle from heaven." He praises lovingly.

You think nothing could ever be more perfect than these moments spent with your incredible, intoxicating boyfriend; and when the clock strikes midnight, making it officially Christmas, you decide that this year is your favorite so far.

"Merry Christmas, princess." -

[tweedlydumbtweedlydoo]

JJ Maybank x reader (pt 2)

Summary: You’re pregnant and before you can tell JJ, his dad finds out first. 

 --- Part 1 ----

A/N: I hadn’t expected to do a part 2 but a couple people asked and I thought eh why not? So, this one may be a little different than what you may have thought it would be. It’s a whole lotta fluff and some redemption. I wanted our JJ to have a happy ending for once. I hope you guys like it. 

Tag list is at the end. Let me know if you want to be added xx

**MASTERLIST**

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I am currently taking requests for:

The Vampire Diaries/The Originals

Elijah Mikaelson

Damon Salvatore

Criminal Minds:

Spencer Reid

Derek Morgan

Supernatural (I’m only up to season 2, so please don’t request something with spoilers)**

Sam Winchester

Dean Winchester

Outer Banks (Netflix):

John B Routledge

JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron

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You and JJ had just left your doctor’s appointment. You’d just hit the 5 and half mark of your pregnancy and had finally found out the sex of the baby. JJ was obsessed with your belly. He wanted to touch it all the time and talk to it.

~

You and the pogues had been sitting around and JJ comes running out of the Chateau, a baby book in his hands along with a cd player and headphones. “What in the world?” You ask, laughing as he drops to your belly.

He adjusts he headphones over your stomach, glancing at the pogues, who like you, have a look of confusion on their face, “It helps with early brain development. I found this classical CD in John B’s dad’s stuff. It can help stimulate the fetus’ brain and assists with the growth of brain structures.” He motions to his head, looking around at you and the other pogues. (Credit: here!) 

“Okay…” You laugh a little as he plays the music. A few seconds in that’s when you feel it.

“Oh!” Your eyes are wide, holding a hand to your stomach.

“What? Did I do something?” JJ panics, eyes wide.

You laugh, shaking your head, grabbing his hand, “the baby is kicking!”

JJ’s hand presses to your stomach and the baby gives off a good kick. “He did it! He’s kicking!” JJ looks around at the pogues excitedly.

You laugh, shaking your head. JJ was for sure it was a boy and well, you were for sure it was a girl.

“Ah!” Kie squeals, sitting next to you.

“Wait seriously?” Pope asks standing behind JJ.

“I wanna feel!” Kie presses her hand near JJ’s, another kick, “Ah! Baby pogue is kicking!”

The rest of the pogues then took turns feeling the baby kick. Since then, JJ couldn’t keep his hands off you.

~

You kept the ultrasound that told whether it was a girl or boy in a small envelope, which would later be given to Sarah and Kie. They were throwing you a gender reveal party tomorrow at the Chateau; Sarah and Kie taking care of everything. You and JJ were currently on your way home. JJ looked like he was a million miles away.

You reached over and took his hand, “Hey.. you okay?”

He glances over at you and nods, “Yeah yeah. I’m fine.”

You give his hand a squeeze, “You sure?”  

He nods again, “I’m fine baby..” He gives you a reassuring smile and presses a soft kiss to your hand. His mind had wondered to his dad, wondering how he was.

~

He hadn’t spoken to his dad in months. After the run in with his dad that night when he found out you were pregnant, JJ went home to get more of his things. Your mother had agreed to let him move in, considering his home life. His dad and him got into it pretty good again that night. JJ ended up with bruised ribs and more cuts and bruising and since then he hadn’t spoken to him.

However, you had been in contact.

After the first ultrasound, a month after the run in with his dad, you dropped by his dad’s house. Which was stupid of you. JJ made you promise you’d never go by there, especially alone. However, you didn’t listen and stopped by there. You knocked softly on the door, “Mr. Maybank?”

He’d come to the door stumbling, looking like he had woken up from a nap, “What the hell do you want?”

You nervously bit your lip and held out a copy of the ultrasound picture.

He took it and looked at it, pulling his glasses over his nose to get a better look, “Huh.” He looked up at you, “JJ know you’re here?”

You had shaken your head, “No sir… And I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t tell him. I just wanted to bring this by you. You’ve treated JJ horribly his whole life and I think you should go to hell for what you’ve done to him.” Taking a deep breath, you put a protective hand over your stomach, “But I believe you can change for the better. No drugs, no alcohol and sober up. I believe you can be a better man for your son. And now your grandchild. A man JJ would be proud to have in his life. I know what it feels like to not have a parent, my dad died when I was young, and JJ deserves to have a good father. I’m giving you a chance to change. If you want to be in your son and grandchild’s life, then you need to sober up.” You stand tall, looking up at him.

And every appointment after that, you would come by to drop off the new ultrasound photo and each time, you saw a noticeable difference in him. He was getting help for his addiction. He was cleaning up around the property. He was changing and you could see the difference. You never told JJ what you had done, and Mr. Maybank didn’t want to you to tell JJ until he was 100 days sober. 

~

Sarah and Kie had done a great job around the chateau. They hung pink and blue streamers, lights in the trees. The tables had pink and blue tablecloths. There was a cake on one of the tables with either a pink or blue color inside. You had a pretty sash over your body, mommy to be written in gold letters. JJ sat with Pope and John B. Your mom and family were seated around, and you sat with Kie and Sarah, munching on some chips.

“What the hell is he doing here?” You heard JJ yell. 

Looking up, there was JJ’s dad, walking over with a present in his hand. He was clean shaven, clean clothes. He was 100 days sober.

You smiled and got up from the table, just as JJ did the same.

“You’re not welcome here!” 

You quickly grabbed JJ’s arm, “Hey.. calm down.” Looking at Mr. Maybank, “I invited him.”

“you did what?!” JJ looks at you in disbelief.

“I invited him.” You stepped from JJ and gave his dad a hug, “Thank you for coming.”

He nods, handing you the present, “It was the deal remember.”

You smile and nod, “It was. 100 days sober.” You turn around to JJ, who’s looking at the two of you with utter confusion.

“What the hell is going on?”

His dad steps toward JJ, “I’m sorry for the shitty life I gave you. You didn’t deserve it.. I want to be a better man, son. For you and my grand baby.” He slowly puts a hand on JJ’s shoulder, “I’m 100 days sober. Been working on myself since your lady here stopped by a few months ago.”

JJ looks at you, “You did what?”

“shh. This isn’t about me.” You wave him off as his dad continues talking.

“I’m proud of you son for the man you’ve become. So proud of you.”

JJ’s eyes are watery as he stares up at his dad. All he wanted was for his dad to say he was proud of him. All these years. He lets out a sob as his dad engulfs him in a hug, patting him on the back, “You’ve turned into hell of a man.”

~

Later, you and JJ are standing behind the table, ready to cut the cake as everyone stands around.

“1…2…. 3…!” JJ slowly pulls out the piece of cake, “It’s a boy!” He grins, showing off the cake.

Everyone around erupts in cheers. JJ wraps you in a hug, “I knew it!”

You laugh and nod, “Hopefully, the next one will be a girl.”

JJ pulls away from you, his eyes wide, “Woah woah… next one? Oh no honey. We’re not having another one for a long while! For once, I’m keeping it in my pants!”

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Bittersweet Memories

So, Happy Thanksgiving and I’m really sorry for Alex angst/ooc. There’s a little bit more adult-ish content in it,  and by that, I mean we have boys kissing, mentions of teenage drinking, a few colorful words I may have forgotten to edit out, and mentions of some pretty serious homophobia topics. Also, I’m straight, so I’ve never had to come out or anything, and this is my first time writing openly gay characters. Hopefully, I did okay, and I don’t offend anyone! Any way, it’s a long one, so sorry!

Bittersweet Memories

              Alex twisted his drumsticks between his fingers. Julie and her family weren’t home. She told the boys she was going to go volunteer with her dad and brother, but honestly? Alex’s anxiety post Orpheum had been at an all time high. Between secret meetings with Willie, trying to avoid Caleb and save Willie’s soul, band practice and their growing fan base, and the fact that the holidays were coming up? Alex felt like one of the strings of Luke’s guitar, right before it snapped.

              He knew Thanksgiving had always been Reggie’s favorite holiday. It was the one day his parents didn’t scream all day, because there was just enough distraction and alcohol to keep them from going after each other. He and his brother would play flag football and watch the parade with their cousins.  The delight was practically oozing off him as he and Luke were curled in front of Julie’s laptop, rambling on about the musical acts performing. Ironically, it was a show about hell, or something?

“Dude if musicals had been like this? Yo, I would never have given you a hard time about them.” Luke said to Alex, looking up from his spot on the ground.

              Luke’s relationship with Thanksgiving was a little more complicated than Reggie’s. It wasn’t his favorite, but he didn’t hate it. Plus, now that they were dead, Luke had never been closer to his family. Even though they had no idea Julie was actually helping him leave little clues around for them to know he was there with them.

              “Are you gonna go see your parents today?” He asked Luke.

              “Already done. Julie helped me leave a little message for my mom.” Luke grinned.

               Alex rolled his eyes. “Please tell me it has nothing to do with cranberry jelly.”

              Emily Patterson made the best homemade cranberry sauce Alex had ever eaten. The Thanksgiving he’d spent at the Patterson’s was one of the best meals Alex had ever eaten. But Luke, for some reason, didn’t like the cranberry sauce his mom made. It was one of those fancy ones, with real cranberries and orange in it. To Alex, it smelled and tasted exactly like he always dreamed the holidays would. Sweet, with a hint of spices. But no.Luke wanted processed cranberry jelly. Alex remembered seeing the two of them arguing about it the last Thanksgiving they’d been alive. Luke had run away a few weeks later, and they’d died in July.

              “Julie got me a can of cranberry jelly to leave on the counter. Mom’ll know.”

              Alex hated canned cranberry jelly. All he could think about was the way it had clung to his button down shirt the last Thanksgiving he spent with his parents. He remembered the sounds of the plates crashing, the way the glass pie plate had shattered as it hit the wall and smashed next to his face, and the way his father’s voice spit out the words as he- No, Alex didn’t want to think about it.

              Alex hated Thanksgiving, actually.

              It was two Thanksgivings ago- or two Thanksgivings before he died, instead. His dad’s coworker had come over with his family. Alex didn’t mind. Mr. Marsters’s son was a little older than him. And he was cool. Seth Marsters was a baseball player at the fancy private school in town. He was class president. He was handsome. He liked good music. And he was honestly really nice. Alex never minded spending time with him, and their parents were good enough friends that it happened pretty frequently. The two had ended up in Alex’s room while their dads talked work and their moms finished the dinner and drank wine. Sometimes they’d play Super Mario Kart on Alex’s Nintendo and the TV he had in his room. Other times, the boys just sat around and talked and listened to music.

              “Okay.” Seth had said as he opened the tape deck Alex had in his room. “Don’t laugh, but I made you mix tape with some of the other songs I thought you’d like. I would have burnt you a CD, but Dad wouldn’t let me use the computer, because he was too busy with work.”

              Alex grinned and flopped himself across his blue bedspread as he watched Seth fiddle with the tape deck. Alex didn’t have a lot of friends. His anxiety made it hard to make friends at school. So, the guys in band were his best friends- and so far, the only people who knew he was gay. Luke had actually been the first guy Alex ever kissed- after they’d snuck a bottle of something that had made Alex’s eyes water and throat burn out of Mr. Patterson’s liquor cabinet. Reggie would turn up at the backdoor in the middle of the night sometimes, with cuts or bruises Alex never questioned but would clean up nonetheless. And Bobby would show up at lunch with extra food packed for the guys, and his mom always made sure Alex had something without nuts in it. It was that kind of stuff that made Alex feel normal. And not like a freak. Even though he knew he was different from everyone else.  But besides the guys, he didn’t feel comfortable with almost anyone else. Except Seth.

              “Okay, but I can’t promise not to laugh until I hear what songs you picked.”

Seth grinned back and hit play as he plopped himself next to Alex, resting on his elbows, face to face with Alex. It took everything Alex had not to blush as Seth went on and on about why Nirvana was a better band than Poison. Nodding dumbly, he didn’t even register what was playing- until he heard a familiar voice whose CD was hidden behind his copy of The Hobbit on his bookshelf.

              “I’m sorry, is this Whitney Houston?” Alex sat straight up. Seth was the one blushing now, as he fumbled to skip the song.

              “Yeah, it’s dumb, I just-“

              Alex reached out to stop him. “Dude, I love Whitney Houston. She’s got a killer voice.”

              Seth turned a shade redder than before. Alex had never seen him flustered at all before. Seth was normally the one all put together, and Alex was the anxious mess. It was honestly pretty endearing, and Alex felt the butterflies in his stomach.  “I heard this on the radio and I kind of thought of you instantly.” Seth said quietly. “It just.. well. It makes me think of you every time I hear it, I guess.”

              Alex just kind of blinked for a moment, processing what that could mean, as Seth watched him carefully. But Before Alex could really say anything, Seth leaned in and pressed his lips against Alex’s.

Oh.

OH.

Alex closed his eyes as Seth wrapped his hand around the back of Alex’s head and pulled him in closer. His lips were soft and Alex thought he could taste a hint of Chapstick, and root beer. It was a million times better than the clunky teeth and lips kiss he and Luke had shared. This was like a movie kiss, in Alex’s opinion. The butterflies in his stomach, the way his heart was pounding- suddenly he felt like he really got why the guys in the band were so obsessed with girls  Being able to have moments like this, feel like this, without anyone judging you? Without anyone thinking you’re spreading a deadly disease? It felt almost as good as playing music.

              “And I will always love you-“ Whitney’s long hold of the note drowned out the sound of Alex’s mother’s heels clicking down the hall, but not the screech she let out after pushing his door open and seeing the two boys’ moment.

Alex wouldn’t forget that sound. Or the sound of the front door slamming as his Dad sent Seth and his parents away without even eating.

              “Dad, it’s not his fault.” Alex said as his father stormed back into the dining room where Alex stood next to his mother. As his dad started to yell again, Alex cut him off.  “Dad! It’s not his fault. I-I kissed him back.”

His father froze, eyes wide, face purple. Veins were bulging on his neck. Alex hadn’t meant to say that.

              “I’m gay, Dad.”

He sure as hell hadn’t planned on saying that. He took a deep breath and continued. “Look, I know it’s upsetting, but I’ve known for a while and I didn’t know how to tell you guys. I didn’t want to disappoint you, and-“

              That was when the glass pie plate with his mom’s famous cherry pie hit the wall next to his face. Alex ducked to avoid the plate of cranberry jelly that followed it. His father only stopped hurtling dishes at Alex because his mom stepped in between them and told him to leave the house. He ran out, shirt covered in cranberry goop splatter and cherry pie filling. He must have looked like he’d murdered someone when he’d shown up at Bobby’s house. Bobby’s mom brought him clean clothes and let him spend the night. After that Thanksgiving, Alex noticed Luke’s parents looking at him strangely after church. Reggie’s parents didn’t let him come over anymore, not that he did much anyway. And Seth got accepted to a “boarding school” that Alex had heard whispers about. He never saw him again.

~

             “Alex?” Julie stopped just inside her bedroom, by the door. Alex jumped up from where he was sitting by the window. Somehow, during his trip down memory lane, he’d wandered into her room, absent mindedly tapping on the bongo she had by her window.

              “Ah- Sorry. Boundaries. I know.” He mumbled, putting the bongo back on her windowsill.

Julie shook her head and sat on the edge of her bed, opposite the chair Alex had found himself in.

              “It’s okay. Carlos told me he heard drumming coming from in here and went to distract dad. When I didn’t see you in the studio, I just figured you went to spend Thanksgiving with Willie or checking in on your family or something.”  She looked at him intensely and he shifted uncomfortably. “Are you okay?” She asked quietly and reached her hand out to rest on top of his. It slipped right through him, and he pulled away, embarrassed. Here she was, trying to be a good friend, and he was lying to her and being an anxious wreck again. He started to protest, tell her he was fine, when someone knocked on her door. Ray stuck his head in.

              “Hey, niña.” He smiled at Julie. “Pizza should be ready in about ten minutes.” Julie nodded. “You did some good work today. Thanks for coming to help out.” She smiled back at her dad.

              “You know it’s always been my favorite part of Thanksgiving.” She told him. Alex noticed Reggie and Luke peeking out from behind Ray. “I’ll be down in a minute.” The guys slipped through the door as Ray closed it, both standing awkwardly.

              “We’re sorry, dude.” Luke started. “We kinda both forgot that Thanksgiving isn’t a great day for you.”

              “I got really excited because it’s always been a good day for me. I didn’t mean to brush off your feelings.” Reggie shifted his weight from side to side. “I just really love the parade and I heard there were puppies after it now and puppies are way better than football and-“

              Julie cut Reggie off. “You don’t like Thanksgiving?”

              “You work on Thanksgiving?” Alex countered. He knew he was being a little short, but there was no way he could handle Julie looking at him the way other people did when they found out he was gay.

              “We volunteer at Marsters House every year. We serve dinner and hang out.” She said. “And you’re avoiding the question.” Alex stiffened in his seat when Julie mentioned the word “Marsters”. Luke and Reggie went pale. Julie noticed all of it. “Please don’t tell me the Marsters’s stole music or something from you guys too.” She groaned. “It’s bad enough knowing Carrie’s dad isn’t who I thought he was, if Seth and Cory are liars too, I couldn’t handle it.”

              Alex was pretty sure he was going to throw up. Could ghosts even throw up? He tried to take a few deep breaths. “Julie.” He whispered. “I need you to tell me where this place is.”

              She jumped up. “No. No way. Last time you guys were upset and I told you where something was, you got sucked in by Caleb and I almost lost you to those stamps. No way!”

              “We’re going and you can’t stop us!” Alex raised his voice at Julie. “Wait, what are you doing?”

              Julie was grabbing her sweater. “I’m not letting you go alone. I’ll take you there. But you guys aren’t going alone!” Alex looked over at his bandmates.

              “Okay.” He said.

              “Dad?! I just realized I left my phone at Marsters’ House, I’m gonna go grab it!”

~

              It sounded like the aftermath of Thanksgiving dinner from just outside the building. There was yelling at football games and possibly video games. There were lots of people inside- most of them around his age. But the man who opened the door was decidedly not his age. But it was absolutely Seth.

              “I’m so sorry to bother you, but I think I may have left my phone in the kitchen?” Julie lied without a blip in her demeanor. Alex was both impressed and terrified. Looking over at Luke, Alex would be willing to guess Luke felt the same way. As they went inside, Alex knew he wouldn’t be going to the kitchen. Instead, he turned down the hall, and followed adult Seth into an office. On Seth’s desk was a photo of him with another handsome man- blond. Seth had a type.

              “Alexa?” Seth said, as he settled himself down at his desk. “Play Alex’s Mixtape.” Suddenly, Whitney Houston came from the speakers. Alex couldn’t breathe. Someone grabbed his hand. Julie. She squeezed it tight.

              “Thanks Seth! Happy Thanksgiving!” She yelled over her shoulder as she pulled Alex away. Reggie and Luke were waiting outside. He brushed past them for a few yards, pulling his hand free of Julie’s grasp, before having to stop. He crouched on the ground, arms wrapped around his knees, rocking back and forth as sobs ripped from his throat. He felt the rest of the band catch up, wrap their arms around him. He turned his head and sobbed into Luke’s flannel. Reggie rubbed circles on his back. After a few moments, as the sobs subsided, he realized Julie was murmuring something to him.

              “Alex, it’s okay. You’re okay. We love you, and you’re okay.”

He inhaled and wiped his face and looked right at Julie.

              “I’m gay.” She blinked a few times. Gave her head a little shake Looked at Reggie and Luke, who were holding their breath next to him.

              “I- Was-was I not supposed to know that?” She asked.

All three boy’s jaws dropped.

              “You knew?” Alex asked. “How long have you known?”

              Julie shrugged. “Since like, day one? Anyway, you talk so much about Willie too, so I just assumed that-” She stopped suddenly. “Seth. You’re Seth’s Alex. Oh my god.” She stood up and took a few steps back, then started pacing. “There’s no way. None. I don’t understand.” She looked at the guys. “Seth has seen the video my dad made for Edge of Great. How did he just not notice?”

              “I noticed.” A voice came from behind her. Julie whipped around. “Your dad called. Wanted to make sure we found your phone. I told him you had left already, but I figured I’d check to see how far you’d gotten. Didn’t expect you to have company.” Seth stuffed his hands into the pockets of his trousers.

              “Can you see them?” Julie asked.

              Seth shook his head. “No. But I mean, you’re talking to air. And it sure sounds like you’re trying to talk Alex out of an anxiety attack. Lord knows I’d done that a few times.” He got quiet for a minute. Alex stood, and walked slowly until he was face to face with Seth. He had more wrinkles around his eyes than Alex remembered, but of course. He was twenty-five years older. “Is he here?”

              “Tell him I tried to take the blame.” Alex turned towards to Julie. “Please.”

              She nodded. “He says he tried to take the blame. He didn’t want his parents to blame it on you.”

              “I mean, I did kiss him first. Anyway, they were going to send me for conversion therapy no matter what.” Julie winced. Alex looked back and forth between Julie and Seth.

               “What’s that? They sent him to a school. That’s what they told me”

              “No, Alex.” Julie said quietly. “It wasn’t a school.”

              Seth sighed. “Of course, that’s what they told him.” He looked at Julie and the empty space around her. “Um, where…”

              “Oh! Um, A little towards your left, just kind half turn, and he’s right in front of you.”

              Seth shifted and looked at Alex. “It wasn’t a school. It was a group of people who thought that, through a bunch of therapy and medical procedures, they could make me not gay anymore. Clearly, it was not successful, as I am still a flaming homosexual.” Julie giggled at that, and Alex couldn’t help but smile as he saw Seth’s face break into the familiar grin he once knew. His heart ached a little as it faded away. “I was worried they’d sent you to one too. And when I heard you had passed away from a bad hot dog, I worried- well, I was scared that it was a cover-up. That you’d… Anyway.” He trailed off. “I have no idea how you’re here. Or why. But I’m happy. I love Colby. He reminds me of you sometimes. You’d have been great friends. We met at a Whitney Houston Concert in DC when I was in college. He spilled his beer on me during I’ll Always Love You. I said you were sending me a sign.”

              Alex blinked back tears. “It was the best kiss of my life.”

              Julie smiled. “He said it was the best kiss of his life.” Luke pouted and crossed his arms as Julie’s eyes got wide.

              “It is a long story.” Alex laughed, as he wiped away some tears.

              “Want a ride home?” Seth asked Julie. “Something tells me you’ve got a lot going on.” Julie nodded.

~

Later that night, there was a knock at the studio door. Alex did not expect to see Julie, in her pajamas and with a blanket and pillow outside the studio.

              “Hey! Are you okay?”

              Julie nodded. “We’re watching a movie.” She held up a copy of The Bodyguard on DVD. “I knew my mom had a copy somewhere.”

              As they snuggled on the couch, Julie’s back against Luke’s chest, her legs draped over Alex’s lap, Reggie sitting on the ground in front of them, holding Julie’s hand and leaning against Alex’s legs, he realized something.

              Maybe Thanksgiving wasn’t so bad after all.

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Oohhh that wrecks cover is hella good

side note: why do i feel like everyone had a 70's music phase at 13?? brandy by looking glass was my favorite song ever at the time

To be fair, mine wasn’t so much as a phase as... just how my music tastes were from when I was a toddler to... right now lmao

okay talky talky time because i’m putting off taking a shower and if you open the floodgates about my relationship with music I WILL take the opportunity to bore you to death, feel free to zone out, it won’t hurt my feelings:

As an anxious baby back in the day (I say, like i’m not still an anxious baby), I liked to drown the world out with music. So i’d take my little tape player and then cd player then MP3 player and then PSP and then eventually iPod with me everywhere. (yes i said tape player shuddup young people, portable cd players were a thing at the time, i just didn’t have one)

when i was using tapes and CDs, i just used whatever we had around the house, which meant lots of my mom’s, dad’s, and older sister’s stuff. So literally like... lots of Alanis Morissette, Queen, Eiffel 65, Eagles, Garth Brooks, ACDC, Queen again, Sum 41, Aerosmith, Carole King, Don Ellis & His Orchestra, Cherry Poppin’ Daddies, did I mention Queen, Fleetwood Mac, etc...

I think the very first CD that I actually owned all for myself was.... hmmmm..... it was either The Chicks (formerly known as Dixie Chicks) or LeAnn Rimes. And they were both gifts. Because apparently everyone thought I was a country music fan.

I was not. (except for that one Garth Brooks tape my dad had that I used to play all the time)

BUT, I did find joy in both those albums and eventually the Shania Twain CD someone gave me next. (i used to tap dance when i was really young and we had a dance to “Man I Feel Like a Woman” and it was adorable okay)

The first album I actually chose for myself was Maroon 5′s Songs About Jane and I played that CD until it DIED

But THEN, Guitar Hero came out. And then Guitar Hero II. And then Rock Band. And I used to play those games for hours on end. (Guitar Hero II was my fave though shhhh) And every song I liked on those games, I would obsess over outside of the game. I’m talkin’ lots of Sweet Child O’ Mine and Free Bird and Jessica and YYZ and Carry on My Wayward Son and Foreplay/Long Time and Enter Sandman and Soy Bomb... (quick sidebar: my brother’s friend Rhett was an actual guitarist, like REALLY GOOD guitarist but he sucked really bad at Guitar Hero and Rock Band and such so one night he was over at our house with a couple more of my brother’s friends and Rhett was so annoyed about being worse than the others that when I showed up he was like “PLAY A SONG AGAINST ME!” thinking that, oh, widdle ol’ me couldn’t possibly be better at this game than him. I agreed because I love showin’ my sweet skills. When picking our difficulty I went straight to expert and he was SWEATING but he picked expert too in order not to look like a pussy. We played Soy Bomb and I kicked his ASS, naturally. ehehe loser he was so embarrassed)

(another quick sidebar: back in junior high, me and my friends choreographed a dance medley for the school’s talent show where each of us would dance to a verse of a song we picked out and then all come together at the end to Jukebox Hero. I danced to MC Hammer’s U Can’t Touch This, someone else danced to Shakira’s Hips Don’t Lie, another to Aretha Franklin’s Respect, and i literally can’t remember what the last member danced to but i think it was something metal? or punk? and it was really fun and we won Audience’s Choice and one of the judges said she wanted us to win first place in the Dance segment but they gave first place to some bitches who just used one of the dances they did in their dance club and it was boring. they only won because a professional choreographed it for them and they had professional costumes okay. we made our own costumes and also pieced together our music by ourselves and brought our own props but yeeeeEAAAAah we deserved second place sURE)

Anyway, I was really big into playing those games and also Halo 2 on our original Xbox, where you could program a CD in to the system and have it play while you play your game. I used to play the Scarab mission on Halo 2 over and over and over and over and over (omg how did i not know i had ADD...) again while listening to the CDs my brother had programmed onto the system. So like, Green Day and Tenacious D.

Then I stumbled upon Flogging Molly and Modest Mouse and The Avett Brothers and O.A.R. and since pretty much every second of free time was spent listening to music i listened to them and my old faves every single day and i got into LimeWire (don’t call the cops) and would download songs and viruses all willy nilly and i was big into anime and stuff so i had lots of japanese music but then my friend introduced me to Nephew so I was into the Danish rock for a bit too and then a few years ago i got into kpop and have really been into korean rap but i finally got over my “not like other people” hang up and so i also listen to a lot of modern western pop and hip hop too all while still listening to queen and those other old bitches because loyalty to my first loves and stuff like that

uhhhh okay sorry i just went off on a tangent there. i just really love music and love talking about music and i don’t want to go take a shower even though i really have to hnnnnn

okay bye