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auroras-blend · 4 years ago

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Road Trip

Bonus Chapter from Leo's POV where he takes Vittoria on a 10-hour car ride to Rome for a vacation. Basically, he's stuck in a car with an eight-year-old for 10+ hours.

Leonardo Borghese was a patient man and prided himself on his ability to stay calm in tense situations. He wore a mask that most artists could only dream of modeling, but his facade was quickly crumbling in the second hour of the ten-hour car ride. “Are we there yet?” asked Vittoria for the sixth time in the last hour.

“No, not yet principessa. Not for a while,” he groaned, looking at the car’s clock, “Eight more hours.”

He had promised to take her to Rome, his birthplace, months ago and now he, unfortunately, had to make good on that promise. Vittoria had seemed tired when she entered the car at four in the morning (she hadn't even had a panic attack), which is why he had forgone giving her Nyquil, but apparently, she had a burst of energy ten minutes into their ride. Apparently, the panic attack had been delayed and she spent the first hour crying and praying, before finally settling down into a conversation. Every single car ride. Whoever killed Giuseppe and traumatized his daughter would pay dearly, especially considering getting her to church was always a two-hour-long affair if he added in the time for trying to get her into the car.

The past two hours had been hell for him and he had eight more to go. Eight was optimistic given his daughter’s small bladder.

Leonardo Borghese didn’t like being in a small shared space with a prattling person. His cellmate hadn’t been as aggravating as Franco, and dear God he’d say it, Franco wasn't as aggravating as Vittoria was right now. “Why don’t you try and go to sleep?”

“I’m not tired!” she said brightly, before rapidly firing a line of questions at him, “How far is Rome? Do we still get to see gladiators fight? What about the lions? Will they have lions?”

“Far enough,” he breathed, “No, we won’t see gladiators fight and there are no lions.”

“They should have lions,” she quipped, “Did you know they had women, gladiators? I don’t think I’d like to be a gladiator, because I don’t like blood. Minerva was a war goddess and she was smart. I read about her in my book, but she’s not my favorite. Do you know who my favorite is Papa?”

Oh, God. “Who is it Vittoria?” he asked, trying to keep a smile in his voice.

“Venus and Diana. I like Venus cause she's the goddess of love and beauty. I play Venus a lot because I’m pretty. Did you know the planet’s named after her?” she asked, not giving him a chance to reply, “And then there’s Diana because she’s the goddess of the moon. She doesn’t date icky boys and turns them into deers! I’d like to do that!”

How am I going to do this for another nine hours? “Who’s your favorite Roman god, Papa? I bet I can guess! Is it Jupiter? Because he’s the king! Did you know a planet is named after him too? It's the biggest one! You're really big, Papa! Did you know I know all the names of the planets now because I remember the Roman gods and goddesses? Sg.na Sagesse taught me a song. I’ll show you!”

This is hell. Vittoria began singing along to the tune, Michael Finnegan: “There are nine planets around the sun, let me name them one by one…”

Can I mute her? “There’s Mercury, Venus, Earth, and Mars, they have super pretty stars!”

Leonardo was gritting his teeth and focusing on the road. She’ll fall asleep eventually. “Then there’s Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune but wait one moment we’re not done with this tune!”

Why can’t we be done? “Stop right there, please don’t go, make some room for Pluto! There are nine planets around the sun, now you can name them one by one!”

Leonardo gave a fake gasp. “That’s incredible principessa! You’re such a smart girl,” he praised as he watched a proud blush rise to her cheeks.

“Really?”

“Of course! I could never memorize that song like you can,” he said, unknowingly damning himself.

Vittoria gasped. “Oh Papa, don’t say that! You can! I can teach you!”

Shit. “Oh, it’s okay principessa,” he tried to quickly say before she began singing the song again.

***

He considered himself a saint for not snapping at her. Vittoria had sung the planet song close to thirty times before he finally got the hang of it, or at least until she passed out. He knew the song now. There are nine planets around the sun, let me name them one by one… Those damn lyrics were stuck in his head and he couldn't even drown it out with the radio unless he wanted to risk waking Vittoria. Leonardo looked at the clock...seven hours to go...make some room for Pluto...Leonardo sighed at the long road ahead.

***

They had made six pit stops in the last two hours because Vittoria had the smallest bladder. At the sixth stop, they decided to get lunch where he ordered a light meal but allowed her to order a pizza with a glass of milk, even though she begged for a soda. There was no way he’d make that mistake. Vittoria was incredibly chatty with the waitresses, telling them that they were going to Rome and everything they’d see. She could give Franco a run for his money.

“But all the Roman gods are there! Did you know that, Papa? I want to go to the Pantseon first. That’s my very favorite place!” she squealed.

As exhausted and annoyed as he was, he did smile at her excitement. He had been worried that his eight-year-old would be bored out of her mind and would throw an embarrassing tantrum at the museum, but she wasn’t. She’s an academic, just like her father. “Pantheon,” he corrected.

“Oh right! Anyway…” she continued.

Leonardo let himself enjoy the moment and memories he was making with his daughter. He knew she probably didn’t get to go on any road trips when she lived with her mother, and seeing her excited about her first-ever vacation was endearing. Especially when he was the one giving her her first-ever vacation because he had missed so many firsts. She stole those precious moments from me, he thought hatefully. But he had the rest of their lives to be the only one who gave her those special memories.

He had wanted this, a perfect daughter to spoil and who would worship the ground he walked on, but when he had wished for it he hadn’t imagined that he’d be raising her alone. A proper family vacation would have been with a wife and a car full of children, though now that he was in a car with just one child for the past several hours, he was content to keep the number down for the time being. It was a lot of work just caring for her by himself, not that he was incapable, mind you, but he took great joy in being called a “selfless single father” by those around him. Leonardo knew full well that if he were a woman, the words used to describe him would be derogatory.

He could tell the stigma that Vittoria carried around with her when she was raised in the States haunted her. The names she had been called, people refusing to play with her...he truly was, in his mind, the best thing to ever happen to her. He told himself he was acting in her best interest when he took her to Italy to live with him, after all, it's my right, and that he gave her everything she ever wanted and needed. She seemed far better off now than she did then, well with a sprinkle of a few traumatic events, but details, details.

“Are you happy, then?” he asked.

She nodded as her cheeks puffed out with a large bite of pizza. “Slow down,” he said when he saw her trying to swallow quickly so she could speak again.

He didn’t want her to choke. “But then we have to go to our garden and art museum!”

Vittoria was convinced that Villa Borghese and the Borghese Gallery and Museum were their family’s museum and that it only made sense because they were both artists. He let her entertain that notion. Leonardo, contrary to his nature, let his daughter lead the conversation, mainly because he didn't have the energy to contribute. Another three to four hours seemed impossible, but there was still enough daylight for them to use, and they had to check-in at five o’clock. “I can’t wait to be in Rome! We have to take super lots of pictures!” she grinned.

“We’ll take plenty of pictures,” he smiled back.

“You were born there, right Papa?”

“Yes, I was born in Rome,” he smiled.

“I wish I was born in Rome. I was born in stupid Idaho,” she frowned, “That’s a state.”

Idaho, in his opinion, was an ordinary state with unremarkable people. Not fit for Vittoria. When he had visited Rome a while ago, he had changed her birthplace to Rome to better suit her. She wasn’t an ordinary child. “Did you not like Idaho?” he asked, already knowing her answer.

“No. It was boring and the people were mean. I had to do a report on it and people like us because we grow potatoes, but that’s it,” her frown was set for a moment before she broke out into a smile, “My report was the bestest! I always make my first letters capitals and add periods. I’m the only second-grader who remembers!”

“Of course you are. I bet you were the best writer in your class,” he praised.

He had seen her writing samples, and even when she wrote an argumentative piece about throwing Charles to the tigers, her work was still fairly impressive. Writing seemed to be one of her strengths, which was reassuring given that math and reading were not. “I was! I always got gold stars! Mr. Morgan never gave them to Rodney, because he’s a bad writer!” she said the last part with a smug look on her face that she inherited from her father.

Leonardo had begun to notice the striking similarities they shared in their mannerisms and expressions. The way she slipped on her “happy mask” as she called it and the way she forced her eyes to soften when she wanted sympathy over a pointless tantrum. Vittoria was learning to play the game he had set, practiced, and perfected. She’ll never win, but it’s sweet to see her try.

He indulged her with ice cream before they headed back out into the car and onto the road for another few hours of hell. And it was hell. He had created a car ride bag for her, which he praised himself for making, that he had filled with crayons, paper, coloring books, storybooks, a blanket, and snacks that wouldn’t leave crumbs. He swore by it, finding solutions for the “I’m hungry” and “I’m bored” complaints that he insisted other parents adopt as if they hadn’t already thought of that before, because even though he called it a “car ride bag”, it was most certainly a “dad bag” that was a staple of fatherhood.

Leonardo thought it was one of the greatest things he had ever thought of, but he quickly regretted it when Vittoria pulled something out that he hadn’t even known she’d snuck in. She always claimed it helped her calm down. His shoulders tensed when he heard the tune of the London Bridge begin to play. “Is that your music box?” he asked, not bothering to turn around.

“Mm-hm,” she hummed before she began to sing quietly under her breath.

I’m going to kill Signora Bianchi. He looked at her through the rear-view mirror and saw her begin to color in her coloring book of a Greek garden, a pleasant smile on her face as she whispered the lyrics. It was only a few ear grating moments before the tune ended and even fewer moments in between her cranking it up again. Why am I being punished? “Principessa, I’m going to turn on the radio,” he said, reaching for the knob.

“You can’t!”

“Why not?” he sighed with irritation.

“This is my artist music!”

Of course, it is, he thought dryly. “Vittoria-,”

“I promise only for this page!” she swore, “Cross my heart!”

It was his fault. He refused to admit it, but it was his fault for believing her words and letting her play the song. Vittoria was a child who took her sweet old time with her art, so it was hours (twenty minutes) until she was finished with her masterpiece. “And done!”

“Thank Christ,” he muttered under his breath, “I’m turning on the radio now, okay?”

Anything to drown out that godforsaken tune in my head. And for a while, he was blessed with just the music as Vittoria fell into a post-lunch nap. Thank you, God. It seemed the Lord was shining on him because they were less than five minutes out without any problems. We’ll make it there and- “Papa, I feel sick,” Vittoria croaked.

No. His eyes met the small figure behind the rear-view mirror. She was hunched over, clutching her belly, and her face had gone ashy. He had to stop himself from insensitively saying, don’t throw up in the car! The hotel was right in front of them, all we have to do is make it. “Just hold on, a few moments and-,” as he made a sharp turn into the parking lot, the jolt caused her to unleash whatever was in her stomach.

The sound of her hurling was as sickening as the smell of pizza, milk, and ice cream that had been poorly dissolved by her stomach acid which also made an appearance. The sight of it nearly made him throw up, but he was better than that. He had finished parking by the time she had finished expelling her lunch from her stomach. Leonardo gave a shaky sigh as he heard Vittoria start to cry, apologizing furiously. He got out of the car and stretched his legs outside as he hurried over to her door, not taking a moment to breathe in the fresh air. “I’m-I’m sorry, Papa!”

He quickly unbuckled her from her seat belt and pulled her out of the car and settled her on his hip. He wasn’t his father, he wasn’t cruel enough to think that she could’ve controlled it, and he certainly wouldn’t punish her by making her eat it. His chest tightened just a fraction of a second remembering what he was put through, before focusing on the moment he was in. She’s just my fragile little girl. She can't help it. He knew that now, of all times, was an important reminder for her to know that he was the better parent. The one who is her favorite and who loves her most. “I know, I know you didn’t mean it,” he whispered as he felt her head.

A little warm, but she probably just got car sick. He forced his eyes to assess the damage, which was very little considering she aimed incredibly well into the bag. “Oh thank God,” he sighed before frowning.

Of course, that music box is left untouched. Of course, it is! With the exception of a few specks on the leather that could easily be wiped off and the smell that could easily be remedied by airing the car out, there was no damage whatsoever. He had been terrified that she had thrown up on the carpet that he just had cleaned. The mess was quickly taken care of and the bag was thrown out because they could just buy newer and better items later. The check-in process was swift and he wasted no time getting her into the hotel room and washing her off before putting her back in bed. Vittoria was moaning and groaning against the pillows as if she were a Victorian woman on her deathbed. He didn't know whether to roll his eyes or smile. She’s incredibly dramatic. “Thank you,” she said softly, her eyes vulnerable and wide, “For taking care of me.”

“It’s what fathers do,” he said, having her sip a cool glass of water to soothe her burning throat.

“I had fun,” she smiled.

He climbed into the bed next to her and let her lean against him, “You did?”

He had received absolutely no enjoyment in that car ride whatsoever and thought for all intents and purposes that it was a failure. “Uh-huh, except throwing up. I didn't like that,” she gave a weak laugh, “But I had fun with you.”

It occurred to him that he hadn’t snapped at her when he was annoyed, let her talk about things she was interested in, and do things that she enjoyed. Her mother was an irritable and unstable woman who probably would have already yelled at her ten minutes (he was being gracious with that number) into the drive, before breaking down herself. Who would’ve been furious at Vittoria for throwing up in the car and who would cause her to break down into uncontrollable sobs. Leonardo felt overwhelmingly smug that she had a great time with him and that he was the one who made her smile. “I had fun with you too,” he grinned.

Vittoria snuggled against him before falling fast asleep. She’s such a good sleeper. Vittoria’s breathing became soft and suddenly his breaths started to match hers, as his exhaustion caught up to him and lured him into a deep slumber. He had suffered, but she had smiled. And he had made her smile, and in his mind, that was all that mattered.

#leo being a schmuck #no new chapter for a while so here's a bonus?#i try to post on fridays #leonardo borghese #travel #bonus chapter #marilyn winslow #vittoria borghese #she's being cute #i made the planet song especially for this because we're learning about planets in class #PLUTO IS A PLANET #IN OUR HEARTS ♥️#could've posted on ao3

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lethal-liability · 5 years ago

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Info Dump Time!

So it has come to my attention that the slasher fandom has recently been introduced to Ice Nine Kills, my favorite band (aside from Rammstein, of course). So if you are really wanting to get into them but have no clue where to start, look no further! As I am about to impart my knowledge onto all of you lovely people!

So Ice Nine Kills is an American Rock band from Boston, Massachusetts (but they like to say they’re from Salem). The band was formed in 2002 by high school friends Spencer Charnas and Jeremy Schwartz, though today the only surviving member of the original band is Spencer.

(more under the cut)

The current members are:

Spencer Charnas - lead vocals (main stage character: Freddy Kruger, Jason Vorhees)

Ricky Armellino - rhythm guitar, co-vocals (the extra screaming voice in most songs lol) (main stage character: Georgie)

Patrick Galante - drums (main stage character: Jigsaw)

Joe Occhiuti - bass, keyboard (Main stage character: Eric Draven)

Dan Sugarman - lead guitar, backing vocals (Main stage character: Leatherface)

Justin “JD” DeBlieck is also technically a current member but he's been on hiatus from the band since Warped Tour 2018. His role in the band has been filled in by Ricky since then.

Their original sound was more ska-punk but have, since their first official album, have changed their sound to metalcore, or as Spencer calls it, theatricore.

Their discography is as follows:

Last Chance To Make Amends - 2006 (not currently on spotify and the only one I haven’t heard)

The Burning - 2007

2 Song Acoustic - 2009

Safe Is Just A Shadow - 2010

The Predator - 2013

The Predator Becomes The Prey - 2014

Every Trick In The Book - 2015

The Silver Scream - 2018

Other notable releases:

They’ve been featured on Punk Goes Pop three times and Punk Goes 90s once. They covered Adele’s Someone Like You on Vol. 5, Maroon 5’s Animals on Vol. 6, Taylor Swift’s I Don’t Want To Live Forever on Vol. 7, and Green Day’s Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life) on Punk Goes 90’s Vol. 2 (also, side note, Motionless In White covered Rammstein’s Du Hast on that record and it is *chef kiss* horrible. Awful. Listen to it if you wanna ruin your ears. Chris Motionless does not know a lick of German and it shows)

In 2017 they released a re-recorded version of Safe Is Just A Shadow which I personally prefer over the original because it is a much cleaner record. I also like that it only features Spencer’s vocals which I find sounds much better than the mix of his and former bassist Shane Bisnett’s vocals.

Last year, they released a deluxe version of The Silver Scream which includes the new track Your Number’s Up, a cover of Michael Jackson’s Thriller, and acoustic versions of A Grave Mistake, Stabbing In The Dark, SAVAGES, and Thank God It’s Friday (personally I only really like the acoustic of A Grave Mistake)

Their two most recent albums, Every Trick In The Book and The Silver Scream follow a similar format where every song on them follows a similar theme, ETITB being all based on classic novels and TSS being all based on slasher movies (with the exception of Thriller).

The songs and what they’re based on are as follows:

The Nature Of The Beast - Animal Farm by George Orwell

Communion Of The Cursed - The Exorcist by William Peter Blatty

Bloodbath & Beyond - Dracula by Bram Stoker

The Plot Sickens - Alive: The Story of The Andes Survivors by Piers Paul Read

Star-Crossed Enemies - Romeo And Juliet by William Shakespeare (the analyst in me really loves this song because it implies that Romeo and Juliet knew that they were only characters in a play but died together anyway because they knew they couldn’t escape their fate)

Me, Myself, & Hyde - The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson

Alice - Go Ask Alice by Beatrice Sparks

The People In The Attic - The Diary Of A Young Girl by Anne Frank (this song features Spencer doing a very unconvincing German accent which, outside of the context of the song, is very funny)

Tess-Timony - Tess of the D’Urbervilles by Thomas Hardy

Hell In The Hallways - Carrie by Stephen King

The American Nightmare - A Nightmare On Elm Street

Thank God It’s Friday - Friday The 13th

Stabbing In The Dark - Halloween

SAVAGES - The Texas Chainsaw Massacre

The Jig Is Up - Saw

A Grave Mistake - The Crow

Rocking The Boat - Jaws (fun fact! This song features Jeremy Schwartz, the other founding member of the band and the lyrics contain the names of 5 of their 6 albums, excluding The Silver Scream)

Enjoy Your Slay - The Shining (another fun fact! In 2016 they put a vote to their fans to pick what piece of media the song they were working on would be based on, either The Shining or Psycho, I voted for Psycho because they already had a song based on a Stephen King story)

Freak Flag - The Devil’s Rejects

The World In My Hands - Edward Scissor-Hands

Merry Axe-Mas - Silent Night, Deadly Night

Love Bites - An American Werewolf In London

IT Is The End - It (including this one they have 3 songs based on Stephen King stories! His influence, ugh)

Your Number’s Up - Scream

More fun facts!

Aside from INK, Spencer also has a clothing company, Kleaver Klothing, which if they haven’t moved sites again, is at salem666.com

Last Year on their Summer tour they were supposed to play a show at a venue in Orlando, Florida that is on the grounds of Disney World. At the last minute Disney canceled their show because they’re performance was deemed “too violent” for a family park, despite the show already being 18+. In retaliation, the band released a series of limited edition merchandise featuring classic Disney characters as slasher villains, most notably Mickey Mouse as Freddy Kruger. They literally all sold out. I really should have got one when I had the chance

I own more pieces of Ice Nine Kills merch than literally any other piece of media I have ever consumed, including:

3 t shirts

2 tank tops

1 Letterman jacket

1 CD

2 vinyls

1 Kleaver t shirt (that I’m wearing right now)

1 poster

And a red balloon and paper boat from the IT Is The End music video promotion, (the boat is currently serving as a jewelry dish on my vanity)

I’ve seen them twice, Warped Tour 2016 and Warped Tour 2018, both times I met Spencer after the set and despite the whole scary act the band puts on during the shows, he’s very genuine and always really sweet to his fans. Enjoy these fetus pictures of me meeting him at 14 and 16 y/o

The lyric sheet for The Silver Scream is formatted like a spec script with action lines, scene headings, and inter-scene cuts, which screenwriting student me really, really enjoys

I got distracted while writing this because Patrick went live on Instagram, oops. He was setting up his new kit for the show tonight, it looks really cool, they’re painted to look like popcorn buckets

So that’s about it! Thank you for reading and enjoy the music!

#ice nine kills #slasher #slasher flicks #music #metalcore #ari screams into the void

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slafkovskys · 5 years ago

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to be young and in love / a. turcotte

my masterlist!

title from i like me better by lauv

“hmpf,” alex grunts against your chest. your hand removes itself from his hair as he wiggles closer impossibly closer to you, “what time is it?”

your free hand drops to lightly scratch at his back as you click the side button on your phone before dropping it behind alex, “a little after seven. you looked really tired, so i just let you sleep.”

he opens one eye and looks up at you. his famous dimples make an appearance as a grin takes over his face, “you’re so pretty.”

you roll your eyes, “surely not from that angle.”

“you’re pretty from every angle,” he closes his eyes and squeezes your hips from where his arms are wrapped around them, “are you hungry?”

you sigh and poke his cheek with your finger, “i could eat, but you have to decide. it’s your turn.”

“no it’s not,” he scoffs, finally sitting up. “last time, i just named our options and you said yes to them all. i wouldn’t call that a decision.”

“well, we decided on a place didn’t we?” you argue, standing up from your bed and stretching your limbs. the entire time alex has been asleep, you had been stuck in the same position because of the grip he had you in. you weren’t complaining, you were just stiff. “actually, can we go to our place? i really want a burger and some ice cream.”

“oh, hell must have frozen over because you just made a decision on where to eat.” alex says and you grab your shoe and toss it at him. he catches it and looks at you with a raised eyebrow, “hey, i’m an athlete. you could’ve injured me.”

you roll your eyes and grab your other sandal, “your season’s over genius.”

you turn around to grab a sweatshirt and when you do, alex comes from behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. he turns you around and tosses you over shoulder. “alex! don’t drop me!”

“baby, i would never,” he grabs your phone from your bed and his keys from your desk before opening your door and carrying you down the stairs. he passes your mother and sends her a wave you yell out where you were going. he shuts the door behind him and walks to where his car was parked in the driveway. you hear him unlock before he opens the door and maneuvers you inside. “there you go, princess.”

you reach for the seatbelt and glare at him, “you’re an asshole.”

he just sends you his grin and shuts your door before walking around the car. he gets in the driver's seat and shoves the keys in the ignition, throwing an arm around your seat so he can turn and see behind him as he backs out. when he pulls out onto the road his hand drops to rest on your knee.

your destination was just outside of town and never really busy. you had told alex about the place just after you’d gotten together and since then, it had become your little get away.

he pulled into a spot close to the door and killed the engine. you undo your seatbelt and open the door, grabbing your phone from the cup holder. you walk to the door and roll your eyes when you hear his heavy footsteps, “no!”

“it's really not that serious,” you mumble as he pulls open the door for you. the little bell jingles and one of the two waitresses looks up from behind the counter. she sends you a smile and you send one back before walking over to your usual booth.

alex slides in beside you just like he always does and throws his arm around the back of the seat. neither of you bother to look at the menu as sarah, your usual waitress, comes up with her notebook. “hey kids, the usual?”

you both nod and she grins before going to check on the other tables. alex gently tugs on the hair that rested your shoulder. you look at him, “what?”

“i just wanted to say how much i love you,” he mumbles and pulls you into his side. you smile and lean up to peck at his lips.

your head’s resting on his shoulder when the food comes and you nudge him away. you thank sarah and shove the straw into the cup and groan at the taste of the shake. alex snorts and you glare at him, “not a word, turcotte.”

he holds his hands up in surrender and takes a bite of his burger. you both eat in relative silence, just enjoying the food and each other’s company. when you’re done, sarah came and collected your plates.

you don’t know how long you sat there just talking, him just grinning at you the whole time and playing with your fingers, but when your eyes catch sight of the clock above the counter you freeze. “alex, it’s almost nine.”

he pouts before sighing. you both split the tip before going over to the counter to pay. alex pulls you into his side as sarah swipes the card and you shoot your mom a text saying you were likely going to be a few minutes past curfew. he takes the receipt before leading you out of the door.

he opens your door before you can and you thank him. he gets in and starts the car before a grin takes over his face. you both look at each other as the music of your song starts to play. “we couldn’t have timed this any better,” he opens his door and walks around to yours.

“what are you doing?” he opens your door and pulls you out. he reaches inside and cranks up the volume.

“may i have this dance?” he holds out his hand as the lyrics flow through the open doors. “c’mon. i’ve never had you home on time once and i’m sure you’ve already texted your mom. i’ll take all the blame.”

you huff and grab his hand. he twirls you around and places his hands on your hips. your arms go around his neck as your head lays on his chest. you both slowly rock back and forth in the dimly lit parking lot, not caring who saw. you smile as he sings gently to you,

just a shot in the dark that you just might,

be the one i’ve been waiting for my whole life

across the street, a car full of three boys were interrupted from their own food by the shortest calling out, “you guys, does turcs have a girlfriend?”

“why would you say that?” the new yorker asks, mouth full of food. he points across to where the two of you were holding onto each other. “that’s not-”

“yeah, it is,” the massachusetts born boy says and they all look at each other and, in sync, mumble,

“what the fuck?”

#alex turcotte #alex turcotte imagine #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #nhl #hockey #my work #la kings

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themuseandantarctica · 4 years ago

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lyrics from modest mouse’s album good news for people who love bad news BOLD all that apply to your muse (repost, don’t reblog.)

THE WORLD AT LARGE. ice age heat wave, can’t complain / if the world’s at large, why should i remain? / walked away to another plan / gonna find a new place, maybe one i can stand / i move on to another day / to a whole new town with a whole new way / went to the porch to have a thought / got to the door, and again, i couldn’t stop / you don’t know where and you don’t know when / but you’ve still got your words / and you’ve got your friends / walk along to another day / work a little harder, work another way / well, uh-huh, baby, i ain’t got no plan / gonna float on maybe, would you understand? / the days get shorter and the nights get cold / i like the autumn but this place is getting old / i pack my belongings and i head to the coast / it might not be a lot, but i feel like i’m making the most / the nights get longer and the days smell green / i guess it’s not surprising but it’s spring and i should leave / i like songs about drifters, books about the same, they both make me feel a little less insane / walked on off to another spot / i still haven’t gotten anywhere that i want / did i want love? / did i need to know? / why does it always feel like i’m caught in an undertow? / the moths beat themselves to death against the lights, adding their breeze to the summer nights / outside, water, like air, was gray / i didn’t know what i had that day / walked a little farther to another plan / you said that you did, but you didn’t understand / i know that starting over’s not what life’s about / but my thoughts were so loud i couldn’t hear my mouth

FLOAT ON. i backed my car into a cop car the other day / well, he just drove off, sometimes life’s okay / i ran my mouth off a bit too much, oh, what did i say? / well, you just laughed it off, it was all okay / we’ll all float on anyway / a fake jamaican took every last dime with that scam / it was worth it just to learn some sleight of hand / bad news comes, don’t you worry even when it lands / good news will work its way to all them plans / we both got fired on exactly the same day / well, we’ll float on, good news is on the way / bring it on, here we are, win or lose / even if things get heavy, we’ll all float on

OCEAN BREATHES SALTY. your body may be gone / i’m gonna carry you in my head, in my heart, in my soul / and maybe we’ll get lucky and we’ll both live again / well, i don’t know, don’t think so / well, that is that and this is this / you tell me what you want and i’ll tell you what you get / you get away from me / collect my belongings and i left the jail / well, thanks for the time, i needed to think a spell / the ocean breathes salty / won’t you carry it in your head, in your heart, in your soul? / well, maybe we’ll get lucky and we’ll both grow old / well, i don’t know, i hope so / will you tell me what you saw? / i’ll tell you what you missed / when the ocean met the sky / you missed when time and life shook hands and said goodbye / when the earth folded in on itself and said “good luck” / for your sake, i hope heaven and hell are really there, but i wouldn’t hold my breath / you wasted life, why wouldn’t you waste death? / the more we move ahead, the more we’re stuck on rewind / well, i don’t mind, how the hell could i mind?

BURY ME WITH IT. we were shooting at a mountain of dirt / well, nothing was broken, nothing was hurt / but i probably really should have been at work / but if my free time’s gone, would you promise me this? / please bury me with it / well, as sure as planets come, i know that they end / and if i’m here when that happens, you promise me this, my friend / i don’t need none of that mad max bullshit / well, the suit got tight and it split at the seams / but i kept it out of habit and i kept it real clean / it’s getting faded and it’s running out of thread / we moved to the left and we moved to the right / and sure as hell we stayed out almost every single night / if the party’s over, if the fun has to end / good news for people who love bad news / we’ve lost the plot and we just can’t choose / we are hummingbirds who are just not willing to move / we were aiming for the moon, we were shooting at the stars / but the kids were just shooting at the busses and the cars / so don’t drink the water, don’t you breathe the air / and if it’s gotten to that point, then i have to declare / well, fads they come and fads they go / and god, i love that rock ‘n’ roll / well, the point was fast but it was too blunt to miss / life handed us a paycheck / we said, “we worked harder than this!”

DANCE HALL. i’m gonna dance all, dance hall every day / well, i’m giving myself another one / i have too much to say / i’m gonna angle for telepathy ‘cause i don’t know the words to say / well, i’m gonna act up but not in your fucking play / i’ll let you win the argument if things still go my way / well, i haven’t had enough and i said “i’ve had my fill” / the past doesn’t exist and i’m told it never will / i guess i’m stuck here like a plant on a windowsill / i gonna give myself a shot, i could get myself a pill / i’m gonna go and try to buy a little more time to kill / i need a can opener ‘cause i got some beans to spill / i’m gonna tell you what you want to hear anyways / well, somehow or another, i fell for every scam / but i was dancing on the tin roof, cat be damned / committing crimes, running down the alley / i’m the captain and you are in the galley

BUKOWSKI. every night gets a little more bukowski / and yeah, i know he’s a pretty good read / but god, who’d wanna be such an asshole? / we sat on the edge of the river / the crowd screamed, “sacrifice the liver!” / if god takes life, he’s an indian giver / so tell me why, you’ll tell me never / who would wanna be such a control freak? / see what you wanna see / you should see it all / take what you want from me / you deserve it all / nine times out of ten, our hearts just get dissolved / i want a better place / or just a better way to fall / but one time out of ten, everything goes perfect for us all / if god controls the land and disease / and keeps a watchful eye on me / if he’s really so damn mighty / my problem is i can’t see who would wanna be such a control freak / evil home stereo, what good songs do you know? / evil me, oh yeah, i know, what good curves can you throw? / all that icing and all that cake / i can’t make it to your wedding / but i’m sure i’ll be at your wake / you were talking in circles that day / when you get to the point, make sure that i am still awake, okay?

THIS DEVIL'S WORKDAY. all those people that you know floating in the river are logs / i could buy myself a reason / i could sell myself a job / i could hang myself on treason / all the folks i know are gone / so i ate the wedding cake 'til the whole damn thing was gone / and i'm gonna drown the ocean / now ain't none of that so wrong? / all those people that you know floating in the river are gone / gonna take this sack of puppies, gonna set it out to freeze / gonna climb around on all fours 'til all the blood falls out my knees / let's take this potted plant to the woods and set it free / i'm gonna tell the owners just how nice that was of me / oh, i am my own damn god

THE VIEW. your gun went off / you shot off your mouth and look where it got you / my mouth runs off too / shouts from both sides / we've got the land / but they've got the view / well, now, here's the clue / life, it rents us / and yeah, i hope it put plenty on you / i hope mine did too / as life gets longer, awful feels softer / it feels pretty soft to me / and if it takes shit to make bliss / i feel pretty blissfully / we are fixed right where we stand / for every invention, how much time did we save? / we're not much farther than we were in the cave / if life's not beautiful without the pain / i'd rather never ever even see beauty again / for every good deed done, there is a crime committed / for every step ahead, we could have just been seated

SATIN IN A COFFIN. you were laying on the carpet / like you're satin in a coffin / you said, "do you believe what you're saying?" / yeah, right now, but not that often / are you dead or are you sleeping? / god, i sure hope you are dead / you disappeared so often / like you dissolved into coffee / are you here right now? / or are there probably fossils under your meat? / now the blow's been softened since the air we breathe's our coffin / now the blow's been softened since the ocean is our coffin / often times you know our laughter is your coffin ever after / you know the blow's been softened since the world is our coffin / now the blow's been softened since we are our own damn coffins / everybody's talking about their short lists / everybody's talking about death

BLAME IT ON THE TETONS. god, i need a scapegoat now / no, my dog won't bite you / though it had the right to / you oughta give her credit / 'cause she knows i would've let it happen / blame it on the weekends / god, i need a cola now / we mumble loudly / wear our shame so proudly / wore our blank expressions / trying to look interesting / blame it all on me / god, i need a cold one now / all them eager actors gladly take the credit / for lines created by people tucked away from sight / just a window from the room we're bound to / if you find a way out, would you just let me know how? / blame it on the web / but the spider’s your problem now / language is the liquid that we’re all dissolved in / great for solving problems / after it creates a problem / everyone’s a building burning / with no one to put the fire out / standing at the window looking out / waiting for time to burn us down / everyone’s an ocean drowning / with no one really to show how / they might get a little better air / if they turned themselves into a cloud

BLACK CADILLACS. and it’s true we named our children after towns that we’d never been to / and it’s true that the clouds just hung around like black cadillacs outside a funeral / we were done with all the fucking around / you were so true to yourself / you were true to no one else / i should put you in the ground / i’ve got the time, i’ve got the hours, i’ve got the days, i’ve got the weeks / i’ve got the words but i can’t speak / i was done with all the circling ‘round / i didn’t die and i ain’t complaining / i ain’t blaming you / i didn’t know that the words you said to me meant more to me than they ever could you / i didn’t lie but i ain’t saying i told the whole truth / i didn’t know that this game we were playing even had a set of rules / we were laughing at the stars while our feet clung tight to the ground / so pleased with ourselves for using so many verbs and nouns / but we are still just dumber than the dirt on the ground / wings on flames, kings with no names / this place just ain’t got right air right now / you were so all over town / but still so crayola brown / you should run ‘round yourself right now

ONE CHANCE. we have one chance to get everything right / and if we’re lucky, we might / my friends, my habits, my family, they mean so much to me / i just don’t think that it’s right / i’ve seen so many ships sail in / just go head back out again and go off sinking / i’m just a box in a cage / didn’t mean to laugh, didn’t know i had / didn’t know the better part of what you said / ‘cause in your head, you are not home / didn’t get the joke, didn’t mean to poke another / just to save myself from something or another / walk home

THE GOOD TIMES ARE KILLING ME. who needs the good times? / the good times are killing me / got dirt, got air, got water / and i know you can carry on / shrugged off shortsighted false excitement / what can i say? / have one, have twenty-one “one mores” / it does not relent / kick butt, buzz cut dickheads who don’t like what i said / jaws clenched tight / we talked all night / but what the hell did we say? / fed up with all that LSD / need more sleep than coke or methamphetamines / late nights with warm, warm whiskey / enough hair of the dog to make myself an entire rug / shit-kicker city slickers who all want me dead / get sucked in and stuck in late nights / with more folks that i don’t know

#bolding post #this is a fucking self-indulgent monstrosity #i don't expect anyone else to actually... do this #i just needed it in my life for reasons #probably gonna do the other albums at some point :^)

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vinylbay777 · 5 years ago

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Week In Review: New Songs and Music Videos You Need to Check Out (September 22-28, 2019)

A lot of new music is released over the course of any given week and this one was no exception. The last seven days saw a myriad of new songs and music videos hit the internet, especially when it came to rock and pop. Waterparks, Yungblud and Huey Lewis & The News are just some of the artists with new music out this week.

Vinyl Bay 777, Long Island’s music outlet, loves new music. That’s why we’ve once again scoured the internet for some of the week’s best new songs and music videos. Here are six (and a few more) we think are worth checking out.

1. Ice Nine Kills, “IT Is The End”: I like the theatricality of “It Is The End.” A tribute to the film ‘It,’ the song is part circus funhouse and part metalcore shout-fest in the best, most balanced way possible. The video elevates the song with its production and storytelling. (video)

2. Yungblud, “Hope For The Underrated Youth”: “Hope For The Underrated Youth” goes on a dramatic journey. The song is slow compared to some of his others, but its drawn out nature allows for so much passion to be delivered in his lyrics. He makes a clear point about the collective state of mind of youth nowadays, then highlights it with a near-hopeful chorus that is oozing with feeling. (video)

3. Waterparks, “High Definition”: Not as electronically driven as their previous singles (though Awestin Knight does seem to make his voice vibrate in the beginning), “High Definition” feels like a step back into the pop-punk sound of their last album. The song is soft and slow, an easy and impactful pace to deliver its biting lyrics. (video)

4. The Darkness, “Easter Is Cancelled”: The title track from The Darkness’ upcoming concept album, “Easter Is Cancelled” is a bit everywhere, shuffling between loud and soft parts, sometimes multiple times within a 30 second period. This accentuates the dramatic nature of the song and its place in the story. Lead singer Justin Hawkins’ high falsetto works well at both frequencies, moving as easily between the two as the guitars switching between heavy metal power riffs and ethereal power ballad grace. (video)

5. Jeff Lynne’s ELO, “From Out of Nowhere”: The 1970s never ended as far as Jeff Lynne’s ELO is concerned. “From Out of Nowhere,” the title track from the band’s just announced new album, sounds as if no time has passed. The song is light and melodic, highlighted with falsetto back-up vocals and a churning guitar melody that makes you feel like you stepped out of a time machine. (video)

6. Huey Lewis & The News, “Her Love Is Killin’ Me”: Huey Lewis & The News is back after a ten year hiatus and they’ve never sounded better. The mix of swing and rock on their new single “Her Love Is Killin’ Me” is infectious and will have you up and dancing from the start of its saxophone-led intro. (video)

Further Listening:

· SNST, “It’s Hard To Be Loved (By You)”: (video)

· Broken Bells, “Good Luck”: (video)

· Shinedown, “Attention Attention”: (video)

· The Beatles, “Here Comes The Sun”: (video)

· Bayside, “Bury Me”: (video)

· Jimmy Eat World, “All The Way (Stay)”: (video)

This week saw a lot of great new songs and music videos hit the internet. The weekend is the perfect time to take a look back at some of the best. Check out some of our favorites above and then let us know what new songs you’ve been digging this week in the comments below.

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rebelbelle · 8 years ago

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I was tagged by @robiiin-221who to do this ask game thingy!

Rules: Put your music on shuffle, list the first nine songs that come up and your favorite lyric from each. Then tag nine people to participate!

Lump - The Presidents of the Unites States “Lump was limp and lonely and needed a shove Lump slipped on a kiss and tumbled into love She spent her twenties between the sheets Life limped along at sub-sonic speeds”

Big Gun- Ice-T “Triggers she'll pull it, Earth she wanna rule it Maybe she will, cause she is quick to kill The city lights make her dresses tight, yes she bites You'll never know where she'll coming from She walks softly but she carries the big gun”

American Pie - Don McLean “And as the flames climbed high into the night To light the sacrificial rite I saw Satan laughing with delight The day the music died”

Ball and Biscuit - The White Stripes “It's quite possible that I'm your third man, girl But it's a fact that I'm the seventh son And right now you could care less about me But soon enough you will care, by the time I'm done”

Witchy Woman - The Eagles “woo hoo witchy woman she got the moon in her eye Well I know you want a lover, let me tell you brother, she's been sleeping in the Devil's bed”

I Thought About You - Frank Sinatra “Two or three cars parked under the stars Winding stream Moon shining down on some little town And with each beam, the same old dream”

Dead Leaves and the Dirty Ground - The White Stripes “I didn't feel so bad till the sun went down then I come home no one to wrap my arms around”

Feels Like Home - Bonnie Raitt “Something in your eyes, makes me want to lose myself, Makes me want to lose myself, in your arms. There's something in your voice, makes my heart beat fast. Hope this feeling lasts, the rest of my life”

War Pigs - Black Sabbath “Politicians hide themselves away They only started the war Why should they go out to fight? They leave that role to the poor”

I tag @opossumbabe, @featheredcastiel, @punkrahk, @dredgrothok, @benaddictmindpalace, @racheldowneyjrr, @what-the-hell-is-url, @plobzer99, and @simplemente

#ask game

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badwolf1988-blog · 7 years ago

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Face Down

Summary: Hannah Sarina "Rina" Marsh is 19-years-old and trapped in Kona, Hawaii with her abusive and drug-addicted boyfriend, Angelo. To pay the bills, Rina works at the Kona Bar and Grill where she meets Dakota Chapman. Can Dakota help Rina escape?

Rated: R (for mentions of domestic violence)

Disclaimer: Human beings can't be bought or sold in the United States anymore... no matter what Trump wishes were true. That being said, I don't ‘own’ Dakota Chapman, I don't even know him. If anyone actually does know him, I have a baby sister that would kill for his phone number, and a friend who wants his dad’s! ;-)

Disclaimer II: The song Face Down is by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. I make no claims of ownership.

Status: COMPLETE

“Are you going to even bother getting dressed today?” I couldn't stop the question from leaving my mouth.

My boyfriend, Angelo, was sitting on the futon in the living room of our tiny apartment wearing nothing but a pair of boxers and a white wife-beater. After our last fight, he had promised he would start looking for a job. He did NOT look ready to go job hunting.

“Bitch, what did you just say to me?” Angelo turned away from the TV to look at me and I got a good look at his eyes. Wonderful... his pupils were blown. He was fucked up already and it wasn't even eight in the morning yet.

“Nothing, babe,” I quickly shook my head. I didn't have anymore sick days left at work. I couldn't call out if Angelo went nuclear on me and left bruises in any noticeable places. I grabbed my apron off the coffee table before dropping a quick kiss on his cheek. “I'm working a double so I won't be home until nine.” I knew he wasn't paying attention to a word I said but at least later when he was pissed off that I was ‘late’ getting home I could honestly point out that I had told him.

“You're always here, first thing,” I couldn't help but smile at the curly-haired man with the nice, dimpled smile that was quickly becoming one of my regular customers at the Kona Bar and Grill.

“What can I say?” he smiled and shrugged. “The food's good and this place is on my way to work. I also kind of have a crush on one of the waitresses.”

I felt my face heat up and I knew that I was blushing. Angelo was the only guy that I had ever been with and I wasn't used to men flirting with me. I wasn't anything special to look at. I was tall and (in my opinion) too skinny. My hair was naturally so red that my fifth-grade teacher had bullied me into playing Annie in the school play. My eyes were your average, nothing-to-write-home-about brown. This was Hawaii. Guys went for the exotic-looking native girls, not the transplanted southern belle who couldn't shake off her North Carolina accent no matter how hard she tried.

“You know, I've never asked your name?” I changed the subject. I was genuinely curious. This was like the tenth time I'd waited on him and I had yet to learn it.

“Dakota Chapman,” he held out his hand.

“Hannah Marsh,” I extended my hand to him. “But most people call me Sarina or Rina.”

I was shocked as hell when instead of shaking my hand, he laid a quick, soft kiss on my knuckles.

Dakota and I were friendly from that day forward. He came in for breakfast and dinner every day that he worked and he always made sure to sit in my section. He quickly became one of my closest (only) friends. When he came in for dinner, he always came in at the end of my shift. This made it so that I could spend twenty or thirty minutes talking to him before I had to head home.

Dakota had a pretty interesting backstory. He had been born and raised on the islands and his parents had divorced when he was a little boy. He was close to both of his parents but he had a stepmother that he couldn't stand. He had a younger brother and a baby sister and he was the grandson of the famous Duane “Dog the Bounty Hunter” Chapman. Dakota had gone into the family business and worked as a bail enforcement agent. He didn't really have that big of a social life because, like me, he was quiet and a little bit introverted.

During our many shared conversations, I had opened myself up to him as well. I told him that I had been born and raised in Charlotte (Char-Town as I called it), North Carolina and that my mom had died of lupus complications when I was nine. I was estranged from my father and older sister, Esme. I stayed away from my father by choice. A womanizer, Esme and I had discovered that our dad had cheated on our mom when she was on her deathbed and neither one of us had spoken to him since. Esme, I was estranged from because she hadn't approved of my decision to drop out of UNC Charlotte to move to Hawaii with Angelo in my freshman year. She thought that I wouldn't go back to school and would end up stuck in a dead-end job with a deadbeat boyfriend. I was too proud to call her up and admit that she been right all along.

It was Saturday night and, as had become our routine, I had clocked out before joining Dakota in his usual booth to share a chocolate lava cake. I knew I was being way quieter than normal but I had had a rough twenty-four hours. Angelo was iced out of his mind the night before and had spent a good portion of the evening tossing me around like a ragdoll because I wouldn't give him any drug money. As I took a bite off my fork, I couldn't help but snort out a laugh at the irony of the Red Jumpsuit Apparatus song that began playing over the restaurant's sound system.

“Hey girl, you know you drive me crazy

One look puts the rhythm in my hand

Still, I'll never understand why you hang around

I see what's going down

Cover up with makeup in the mirror

Tell yourself it's never gonna happen again

You cry alone and then he swears he loves you...”

“Hannah... why do you stay with that dickhead?” Dakota's voice broke me out of my melancholy thoughts. “You deserve way better.”

“Why do you insist on calling me, Hannah?” I tried to steer the conversation away from Angelo. We'd already been over this before and we always ended up talking in circles. “My name's Sarina or Rina.”

“No, it's not,” Dakota shook his head. “Your name is Hannah. Sarina's your middle name and you only use it because Angelo says it sounds more exotic. I'm not Angelo, princess. I think you're pretty damn perfect just the way God and your mama made you.”

I didn't know what to say to that so I didn't say anything at all. I just continued to listen to the lyrics of the song playing.

“Do you feel like a man when you push her around?

Do you feel better now, as she falls to the ground?

Well, I'll tell you, my friend,

One day this worlds got to end

As your lies crumble down,

A new life she has found

A pebble in the water makes a ripple effect

Every action in this world will bear a consequence

If you wait around forever you will surely drown

I see what's going down...”

That night, before we parted ways, I asked Dakota for his phone number and told him that he probably wouldn't be seeing me again for awhile. When I got home, Angelo was out on what I could only assume was another bender. I changed into a pair of sweats before grabbing my phone and making a long overdue phone call.

“Hunter residence.”

When I heard my brother-in-law Brett's cringe-worthy southern drawl it was like a blast from the past and I promptly burst out in tears.

“Kiddo, what's wrong?” Brett's voice was full of concern but I was crying too hard to explain. “Hold on, sweetpea, I'll get Esme.”

“Banana, what's the matter?” My big sister came on the line only a minute later. She was using my childhood nickname so I knew she was concerned.

I spent the next almost hour spilling my guts to Esme, sobbing pretty much the entire time. I told her about Angelo's drug use and how I worked double shifts six nights a week to pay the bills. I told her all about Angelo's habit of using me as a punching bag when he was high on ice. I told her about Dakota, the man who had become my best friend that I had fallen in love with. I told her that I knew he would help me if I asked but I didn't want to. I didn't want to start a relationship where Dakota had to be my White Knight and rescue me like I was some sort of damsel in distress.

“I'm booking you on the next flight home,” was all Esme had said when I finished speaking. “We'll get this fixed, Banana. I promise.”

As my plane departed the islands with Charlotte as its final destination (well, after two changeovers), I put on my headphones and pressed play on my Pandora app. I couldn't help but smirk at the song that started playing. The lyrics had taken on a whole new meaning.

“Do you feel like a man when you push her around?

Do you feel better now, as she falls to the ground?

Well, I'll tell you, my friend,

One day this worlds got to end

As your lies crumble down,

A new life she has found

Face down in the dirt,

She said, “This doesn't hurt.”

She said, “I finally had enough!”

Going home to Charlotte turned out to be the smartest thing I ever did in my life. I spent time with Esme and her two daughters, Breanna and Carmen. To save up some money, I worked at Brett's computer repair shop during the week. I fell easily back into the routine of southern life. A nine to five job, church on Wednesday nights and Sunday mornings, and watching Breanna and Carmen chase fireflies in the evening did wonders to help heal my soul and my mind. I would miss this way of life when I returned to the islands. Oh, I was going back alright. I had just been accepted at the University of Hawaii and would return to Kona in a little over a month's time. I had taken out a restraining order on Angelo and Esme and Brett were floating me an advance on the trust fund left to me by my late mother (I wouldn't have access to it until I was thirty). My boss at the Kona Bar and Grill said that my old job was still waiting for me so supporting myself wouldn't be a problem. Brett had done some research and found an apartment for me in a gated community with good security. Living in Hawaii had always been my dream and I refused to let Angelo take that dream away from me. I also didn't want to give up on my relationship with Dakota. Even if all we ever were was friends, I knew that I wanted him in my life.

It was Sunday and I had just gotten back from church when I finally decided to call Dakota.

“Please, tell me that the Charlotte area code means that this is Hannah?” was the rather adorable way in which he answered the phone.

I giggled, “Yeah, it's me.”

I heard Dakota let out a breath. “You've had me so worried about you, princess.”

“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you. I just needed to get away.” I proceeded to fill him in on everything that had happened since the last time we had seen one another.

“I'm proud of you, Hannah.” He actually was. I could hear the pride in his voice. “You got yourself out. You know you could have come to me for help, right, princess?”

“I know, Dakota,” I smiled. “But I wanted to do it on my own. I didn't want to make you have to rescue me.”

“You wouldn't have had to make me do anything. I would have done it because... you're incredibly special to me Hannah Sarina Marsh,” his tone became huskier.

“You're special to me too, Dakota,” I admitted in a voice so meek that I was surprised that it came out of me. “I just didn't want to start something with you while I was a still-attached damsel in distress,”

“Is that what this phone call is all about... starting something with me?”

“Yes? Maybe? If you want to?” Every word came out of my mouth in the form of a question and Dakota chuckled.

“This isn't about me and what I want, baby.” He had never called me that before and I got a warm pleasant feeling in my stomach. “This is your new life. It's up to you what role I play in it.”

“What if I want you to play the role of my boyfriend?” I got up the courage (from where I don't know) to ask.

“Then I'll be a very happy man Hannah.”

For the rest of the month, Dakota and I had stayed in touch via phone and Skype. When the time finally came to say goodbye to my family and hometown, I was sad to leave them behind but I was happy because I knew that Dakota would be waiting to pick me up at the airport when I landed in Hawaii.

Okay, I'll be the first to admit that I had a chick-flick moment when I found Dakota waiting for me at baggage claim holding a dozen red roses. I squealed and jumped into his arms, totally crushing the flowers. Yep, I could have passed for Meg Ryan. Luckily, Dakota didn't seem too bothered by my behavior. He just smiled before pulling me closer for a long kiss.

“Welcome home, princess,” Dakota pressed a kiss to my forehead when we parted.

My new apartment wouldn't be ready for another week so, in the meantime, I was staying with Dakota in his small, one-bedroom beachfront bungalow. After fixing ourselves a quick dinner, Dakota took me out to the beach to sit in the sand and watch the sunset.

I was sitting with my back against Dakota's chest while he had his arms wrapped around me. “It feels so good to have you here, baby.” He laid a kiss just below my ear. “This is where I've wanted you since the moment I met you... in my arms.” He moved lower and kissed my neck. “This past month, knowing that you were mine and not being able to touch you was pure torture. Promise me you won't leave me again, Hannah.” I could hear the genuine fear in his tone.

I turned so I could look him in the eye. “I'm not going anywhere... at least not without you. I promise.”

Dakota reached up and cupped my cheek, gently stroking my skin with the pad of his thumb. “I love you, Hannah Sarina.” He was the only person to call me Hannah except for Esme and, now, I was okay with it. To the rest of the world, I was Sarina. I was Hannah to Dakota because, like Esme, he knew the real me. The woman that the rest of the world would probably never get close enough to know.

“I love you too,” I leaned in for a kiss so he didn't see the tears in my eyes.

We made love for the first time that night and later, as I lay naked and sated in his arms, Dakota whispered one word, “Stay.”

“What?” I picked my head up off of his firm chest to look at him.

He sat up against the bamboo headboard and reached over to turn on the bedside lamp before turning to look at me. “Don't move into that apartment... stay here with me. It's closer to campus and sharing expenses would be cheaper on the both of us. Why pay for an apartment when I'm going to use every excuse in the book to make sure you're in my bed every night? That's just throwing money away princess.”

“You're serious?” I smiled as I got excited.

“Baby, I know what it's like to have you naked in my bed... did you really think I was going to let you leave?”

FIVE YEARS LATER

I had moved my things into Dakota's bungalow the very next morning and our relationship continued to progress at a rapid pace. The day after I moved in, I met his family for the first time. His mom, Maui, and dad, Leland, were cool as were his little brother and sister but I was never a very big fan of his gold-digging stepmother or the rest of the extended Chapmans save for his uncle, Duane Lee.

The month after I met the Chapmans, Dakota flew home to North Carolina with me to meet Esme, Brett, and my nieces. Esme and the girls loved Dakota right away. When Brett took Dakota to his favorite shooting range and he learned that Leland had taught his son how to shoot, he was sold on my choice of boyfriend.

By the time Christmas rolled around, I was feeling like life couldn't get any better. School was going great (I was majoring in education) and I was only working four days a week, singles (one shift only) because Dakota actually helped out with the bills. I was in love and in a healthy, adult relationship where I felt safe and wanted. Yep, I thought I couldn't get any happier but Dakota proved me wrong on Christmas Eve. He got down on one knee in front of my family and his and asked me to marry him. We got married the following spring on a plantation just outside of Charlotte.

“Princess, you ready to go? Everyone's waiting for us at my dad's place,” Dakota appeared in our bedroom doorway.

“Yeah, just help me zip up,” I turned my back to him. I was seven months pregnant and reaching behind me was damn near impossible.

“You know I prefer to help you out of your clothes, not into them.” Dakota laid a kiss on the nape of my neck as he zipped up the back of my dress.

“Yeah, well, we wouldn't be running late for my baby shower if it wasn't for your habit of helping me out of my clothes,” I joked.

In reality, after I graduated from school and completed my first year as a fifth-grade teacher, we had decided to try for a family. We had gotten lucky and I had gotten pregnant on the first try.

“Yeah... I'm never going to be sorry for not being able to keep my hands off my sexy wife.” Dakota spun me around before wrapping his arms around me the best he could given my condition. “I love you.” He laid a gentle kiss on my lips.

“I love you too,” I giggled before smacking his chest lightly. “Now, stop distracting me, we have to go. You know if your mom is left alone with Jamie for too long, bad things happen. We don't need to be bailing your mama out of jail for whoppin' your stepmom's ass at my baby shower.”

Dakota just laughed and shook his head as we headed out.

FINIS

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