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1kook · 4 years ago

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some way, some how

jeon jungkook x (f) reader

Summary: Maybe you don’t know Jungkook as well as you thought you did. Maybe he doesn’t know you. Warnings: emotional constipation, toxic ex, internalized misogyny, jk has bad experiences w/his ex’s dad, one scene where jk throws up, brief episode of panic, mentions of terminal cancer (minor); smut; fingering, praise kink, face fucking, spitting kink, cunnilingus, unprotected sex on top of a car im sorry Misc: autoshop owner!jk, businesswoman!oc, slice of life, childhood crushes, friends to lovers, ex gfs, pining, country bumpkin pjm w/crush on oblivious oc, ex-bf kth but it’s not real lol Wc: 19.4k (wow!!!)

the spirit of auto shop jk possessed me n next thing i knew i was 11k into a drabble. if ur curious: the 1975 corvette, car at the end, the tweed suitskirt (not actually chanel ☹️sowwyyy) also: this is the longest fic I've written!!!!! clap for me!!!!! i proofread the first few paragraphs n was like thats enough professionalism for the day

inspired by ain’t no mountain high enough one of my fave songs ever🥺 the title is a lyric from the song bc i love it so much enjoy !!

The garage is mostly dark when you enter, the faint hum of a radio quietly filtering through the stagnant room, its source coming from the back wall, where the only light is. It’s a rolling lamp, shining down an ugly yellow glow onto the figure of one man.

Jungkook’s sitting in that same rolling stool he always is, the metal one that’s rusted beyond repair, the cushion so uncomfortably flat. He’s caught up in whatever paint job he’s been tasked with this time around, a classic muscle car from what looks like the 80’s. He’s humming along to the radio, so caught up in stenciling out his design that he doesn’t notice you creep behind him until you’re very purposefully rattling the tool cart beside him, a teasing “boo!” making him jump.

“Fuck, you scared me,” he gasps, rubs over his chest as if to check if his heart is in fact still there. You grin, brandish your bag of takeout out for him before he can lecture you on the dangers of startling people who work around very complex machinery. Instead, all he says is, “you’re an angel.”

Once you’ve got the food carefully scattered across his work bench, your cherry cola tucked next to a canister of gasoline like that’s the safest practice, Jungkook wastes no time diving into all the details of his project, the 1975 Chevy Corvette behind him. The longer you look at it, the more you feel you’ve seen it somewhere. Probably a car show, you presume.

“Purrs like a kitten,” he sighs dreamily, completely ignoring the way half his toppings slide out from the opposite end of his cheeseburger. You don’t, and you swipe a fallen pickle from his tray before he can catch you.

“A kitten?” You ask, glance over at the car. It’s desperately in need of a paint job, and you only realize this now as you stare at it more in depthly. The niggling feeling that you know this car is still there, but you ignore it in favor of indulging your best friend. “Don’t people usually compare cars to bigger, better cats?”

There’s a taped stencil running alongside the car, a thick stripe followed by a thinner one, and you suppose Jungkook’s trying to spice her up, give her back the same youthfulness she probably had in her prime. What better way to do so than by adding some classic stripes alongside it.

Jungkook hums, gulps down his soda noisily. “Not this one. Never heard an engine as soft as hers.”

You roll your eyes. For a minute, the two of you quietly chew through your burgers, the radio filling in the gaps while you analyze the car. You know this car, but you can’t remember where. Jungkook coughs into his palm, probably from trying to inhale his fries too fast like he does every time you go to the diner you’re eating from today.

The diner.

A mouthful of braces. A pretty waitress. A strict dad.

“Holy shit, this is Sojin’s dad’s car,” you inhale, the memories from high school suddenly hitting you full force. Jungkook chokes, out of surprise this time, and furiously goes to deny your claims. “This is totally his car. The one he tried to run you over with when he caught you trying to put her on the back of your bike.”

“He didn’t try to run me over,” Jungkook whines, and the tips of his ears are red from your revelation.

You glare. “Why are you fixing that asshole’s car for him?” You interrogate, the last quarter of your burger forgotten in favor of squeezing the truth out of him. You’d had enough of that treacherous woman and her equally deranged father causing Jungkook trouble, and to catch him still helping her now, almost ten years later, was enough to make a brain vessel pop.

He shrugs, avoids your eyes as he picks through his fries. The radio is still on, some tune you recognize from those old days at the diner when Jungkook had become so unbelievably smitten with the part timer that served you milkshakes every Wednesday afternoon.

He had been in love with her the moment he saw her, and the look in his eyes was only magnified by those dorky glasses he wore pre-lasik. You'd been his friend long enough, recognized the jump of his scrawny thigh beneath the table. Like a bunny, thumping in excitement at the sight of her.

Sojin was... full of surprises.

She was nothing less than a supermodel, long legs carrying her around the diner as if it was her runway. She was nice too, so you hadn’t originally had an excuse to dislike her. She was nice, and so endeared with your best friend that it was inevitable when they began dating. Her presence consumed the end of your high school careers, overtook the time that should have been yours and Jungkook’s last year before being thrown into adulthood. He decided on studying at a technical school nearby—per your encouragement to save money—while you travelled five hours out for your degree in business. That last year, when you had finally come to terms with your feelings, had been so painfully ripped away by Sojin and her never-ending list of teenage drama, and by Sojin’s dad and his overbearing need to police her and Jungkook every chance he got.

Jungkook still hung out—“Sojin was busy, do you wanna do something?”—but more often than not those hang outs consisted of Jungkook telling you about her and her dad, about how hard he tried to get into his good graces.

The bike incident had only been one of many. Times where Jungkook would put his heart—and life—on the line for that girl only for it to be in vain every time she broke up with him over the simplest things. You’d heard stories from Jungkook, all told with a tight smile, of a handshake that would bruise, a man chasing him with a bat, of a car following him to school. All things he put up with for a girl who didn’t care for him. One day, after Jungkook had grudgingly sat through an hour long dinner with her family, the stare of her father piercing through him, she broke up with him because she didn’t like how long his hair had gotten.

(If anyone were to ask you, he was handsome with long hair. Dreamy even.)

He cut it that same day.

As her childishness grew, you quickly came to dislike her. She strung Jungkook around, you thought, and just when you thought she was finally done toying with him and making his life difficult in the sneakiest ways, the damn kid started hitting the gym. His growing frame, toned arms and now straightened teeth had turned him into a heartthrob, and Sojin was just as aware of this as you were. “Don’t we look perfect together?” She’d ask, twirl around him like they were on the cover of a magazine and not standing on his chipped front porch.

Needless to say, by the time graduation had rolled around you despised the woman. You absolutely disliked how she treated Jungkook, how she let her father treat Jungkook without ever stepping up and defending him. Granted, you didn’t know exactly what went on in her household behind closed doors, you’d seen enough of her uncaring attitude to want to ram her and her dad’s head against the hood of the car.

Which is why seeing the old car, in Jungkook’s shop nonetheless, was rekindling a boiling hatred in your chest. “That man should rot in hell for all he put you through,” you huff, glare at the car like it holds some magical connection to him and he can feel the intensity of your stare.

“___,” Jungkook scolds, swirls his cup around to distract himself. “He was just trying to protect his only daughter,” he defends, quietly, like it’s what he tells himself to justify all those years of mistreatment. Even when he and Sojin had continued through college, it had never stopped. You, being five hours away, couldn’t do a damn thing. “Besides, the guy’s old as hell now.”

You snort, finally breaking your staring match with the car. Glancing at Jungkook, he’s got that same forlorn expression on his face, the one he started wearing when he first came to terms with the fact that her dad would never like him. There was a time it was stuck permanently on his face, the pressure and the discomfort that came from the father of the girl you’ve dated for five years looking at you like you were nothing more than a speck of dirt on the bottom of his shoe.

When you came back from school, educated and confident, you almost didn’t recognize your best friend. Tall and broad, tattoos splattered over his arm. Hair long like you loved it, but eyes still as round and wondrous as they’d been when you were kids. He had his own place now, he told you, and you vaguely remembered all the times he mentioned him and Sojin moving in together, mentally preparing yourself to see that wench for the first time in a while.

Much to your surprise, there was no Sojin in sight. No lingering artifacts of her presence. Nothing that showed she existed in this space besides an ugly orange mug she’d given him for his birthday one year, tucked into the very back of his cabinets. They’d broken up, he explained. Almost immediately after graduation.

After stringing him along for the better part of five years, she had decided this wasn’t what she wanted. No, what she wanted was a man ten years her senior with an abundance of cash to flow. Jungkook hadn’t cried. Hadn’t even looked the tiniest bit upset when you ordered pizza and drank some beer, watched your favorite episodes of The Simpsons like you were seventeen and avoiding your homework again.

You stayed the night, a little too tipsy to drive home. Besides, Jungkook had a spare bedroom. It was a room beside his, just a full bed with a chest of drawers. You liked it, liked the scent of him surrounding you after only seeing each other for a couple weeks in between months of distance. You liked it, because when he shifted in bed you realized the beds were pressed against the same wall, and you liked it until the shared wall spared you no secrets, and you listened to him quietly sob into his pillow.

“Old or not, he’s still the devil,” you murmur, snapping back to the present where Jungkook is wheeling himself closer to the car again. “Where did you find that thing anyway?”

He stays silent, quietly pretending like he still has something to do on the car besides paint it. Then, “I bumped into Sojin at the store.”

You sigh, drop your head between your shoulders. You can only imagine what whirlwind of a sob story she had to throw on him to win this favor.

“Kook,” you start, gauging his reaction only from his backside. His muscles ripple beneath his dark t-shirt, his usual red jumpsuit knitted around his waist. “What happened?”

Again, silence.

You say nothing, let him sort through the hurt on his own while you creep up behind him, sliding your hands over his shoulders and pressing down on the cricks behind his neck. He melts into your touch, head lolling forwards as a quiet sigh escapes him.

“She told me she was low on cash, and she needed the car to get to work,” he confesses, and from his ducked position, his voice trembles. You roll your eyes.

“And the paint job?”

A particularly rough press of your fingers has a whimper escaping him. God, this boy needed to see a chiropractor and a masseuse soon. All that hunching over and under these cars was doing a number on his back.

“I… I figured I might as well fix up the exterior too.” Of course he would, you think, Jungkook’s heart was stupidly big and easy to manipulate. He would get so swept up in it sometimes, trying to do the best he can for everyone’s benefit that he’d ignore himself.

You sit in his confession, fingers digging into his skin for a few minutes as you consider what to say.

The mature adult in you, the logical half of you, wants to hit him upside the head, scold him for letting that wench into his life again so easily. You were going on twenty-six now, all three of you, and you didn’t have time to be fixing him every time that childish woman decided to toy with him. Granted, it’s been four years since you last saw her, since you heard him muffle his cries on the other side of the wall, and you liked to think Jungkook was a respectful adult of society now. He didn’t have time to get dragged around by self-absorbed women with insane fathers.

The other part, the best friend since childhood, wants to run away. Wants to pack Jungkook into a suitcase and take him far away from here and from her. Unlike you, who now lived in the city, Jungkook had stayed in your small hometown, a quiet place just outside the bustling city. It was difficult to ensure his happiness when you were always forty-five minutes out of reach. It would be so much easier to just take him and fly to another province, maybe on the beach, Jungkook loved the beach.

“Listen,” he says, successfully pulling you out from your spiral. “I know what you’re gonna say and I just wanna tell you it’s not like that.”

You blink, hands stilling on his shoulders. Your lack of movement allows him to spin around on his chair, gaze up at you with the same shiny gaze he’s given you ever since you were kids. “I’m just doing her this tiny favor. She looked...” he trails off, face scrunching to find the words.

“Like shit?” You propose, and he smiles. “Like flaming dumpster shit behind a club?”

Jungkook laughs, loud and beautiful. You want to kiss the mole beneath his lip.

“She looked bad, okay?” He settles, reaches forward to take your palm in his. You’re standing between his thighs, and you wonder how he would have acted if you were Sojin. “Don’t think things worked out with that CEO she was dating. I’m just giving her a push.”

You sigh, try to push those crestfallen sobs to the back of your head. “Okay,” you agree, briefly glancing back at the damn car. “You fix her car, and that’s it,” you state. Jungkook nods, makes a little X over his heart. He knows how much you hate that woman. “No funny business.”

“No funny business,” he agrees, then reaches down for a white spray can. “You wanna spray some dicks on it before I paint it?”

“Please,” you laugh, taking the face mask he offers you with a grin.

—

One day your car starts making a weird noise as you pull out of the underground parking garage of your building. It’s somewhere between a pig squealing and metal scraping. You’ve been around Jungkook long enough to know this is probably something to do with your breaks, something about them being loose or old, one of the two. You have a short day at work today. There’s repairs being done to the office you work at, so everyone’s been spending more time working from home.

You leave work a little after two pm, head pounding from the hour long meeting you sat through, the mediocre business proposals your boss had asked you to look through and file. There’s a hefty load of emails waiting in your inbox, mostly the interns requesting you write them a recommendation letter. You’ll have to look through those later, pick out the good ones and write them each a unique piece kissing the ground they walk on.

The scent of freshly fried donuts hits your nose as you pull into your old town; the bakery down the road from Jungkook’s has their windows open. You can already taste the sweetness on the tip of your tongue, the iced coffee cooling your insides as you sit and watch Jungkook work on your car.

Jungkook’s shop is on the corner of the street, takes up a huge chunk with it’s massive garage and driveway; the office area is tiny compared to the sheer size of the actual work floor. There’s music blaring through the overhead speakers, and when you pull in you recognize it as Jimin’s playlist.

“Morning, Miss,” the country bumpkin says, leaning against your car door as you rifle through your purse. “What’re you in for?”

“Hi, Jimin,” you reply sweetly, take his hand as he helps you out the door. You very vaguely explain the noise your car had made that morning, glancing around the shop as Jimin gets to work inspecting it. “Where’s Jungkook?”

Jimin’s waving over some other employees, all greeting you in their matching red jumpsuits. “Kook’s in the office,” he tells you, and it’s almost sensual the way his hand glides over your palm for your keys. God, you needed to get laid. “Has some lady friend in there with him.”

You pause, the bustling of the crew behind you fading into the background. Something inside you snaps, and you whirl around the garage, before catching sight of a 1975 Chevy Corvette, almost unrecognizable from how you’d last seen it. It’s bright red now, a color you only briefly saw before you’d left the other night, with two, lightning bolt racing stripes decorating each side. It looks new, almost in mint condition, and the fact it’s still here has you storming through the garage.

Your heels clack loudly, the crew moving to the side as you torpedo straight into the offices. You barely remember to greet the receptionist before you’re stomping straight into the main office.

There’s no knock, no warning given, before you’re flinging the door open, seeing exactly what you’d expected.

“___,” Jungkook stutters, jumping onto his feet from his position on the couch. He looks frantic, wide eyes flickering between you and the woman sitting in front of him, her back turned to you. But you’d recognize that silhouette anywhere.

“Did you say ___?” She says, and she’s still as tall and as beautiful as you remember her. Had it not been for the heels you wore, you don’t doubt she’d tower over you. She flashes you a killer smile, lips carefully painted red. It almost looks murderous. “My! ___, you haven’t changed a bit,” Sojin exclaims, rushing around the couch to pull you into a tight hug. You don’t return it.

You let her cling to you for a second, before pushing her away as gently as you can by the shoulders. As much as you’d like to rip her in half, tear her apart for all she did to Jungkook, you won’t. You’re older now, elegant in all the ways you weren’t before. It would be a huge disservice to your maturity if you shoved your heel up her ass right now.

“It’s lovely seeing you, Sojin,” you smile, taking her hand in yours.

Besides, being a woman in business meant you knew better, more creative ways to strike.

“And your boyfriend?” You ask, tilting your head in staged confusion. You even glance around the office, like you’ll find the geezer hiding behind the potted plant or Jungkook’s frozen figure. “The rich one with the huge company? Did he come with you today?”

Her smile tightens, red lips pursed as she gauges you with those cat eyes that haunt your nightmares every now and then. “My ex-boyfriend,” she corrects after a minute, pastes a forlorn expression onto her features. “We’ve separated, and you know how it is for women like us,” she jests. “We need a man to push us along—“

“Do we?” You ask, think back on all those years of school, of studying and working and pushing yourself, all the time you spent investing in yourself for yourself. “I don’t think so,” you contemplate. “It’s really embarrassing if you can’t care for yourself without the help of a man. Almost like you don’t trust in your own abilities, and ride other’s coattails instead.”

A beat of silence. Two completely different worlds, and Jungkook hovering awkwardly beside you.

Two palms grasp your shoulders from behind, and when you turn Jungkook is smiling at you, forced and stressed like he can’t stand to be in this uncomfortable situation any longer. “Well,” he announces, pushing you behind him as he guides Sojin towards the door. “There was an issue with her car, so I’ll just check on it real quick, okay?”

You nod, feel empty as he takes her by the wrist, and not you. He hands her her purse, palm on the small of her back as they exit the office. When the door clicks shut behind them, you throw your own handbag at the ground, barely stop yourself from stomping like a child.

Instead, you breathe in, hold it, and exhale, just like your Tuesday yoga instructor taught you. By the time you’ve collected yourself a few minutes have passed, so you kneel down to gather your fallen lipstick tubes and cellphone from the floor, scooping them back into your purse.

Tugging the door shut behind you, you mindlessly wander down the hall, until you reach the small receptionist area and nearly get jumped by Kim Taehyung. “Holy shit, you won’t believe this,” he gasps, takes you by the shoulders and nearly shakes you until your brain falls out through your ears. You would have slapped him, had this been any other man, but he’s quite possibly the only man besides Jungkook you’d let jostle you like this. “You’ll never guess who just left the office with J—wait,” he pales, suddenly connecting two and two, your exit from said offices definitely a key factor in whatever conclusion he’s drawn. “You were in the office with Hwang Sojin and you didn’t kill her?!”

You huff, let him shake you again until you’re nearly tripping in your heels. “Yes, I know,” you groan, finally slap his hands away when you begin to feel this morning’s breakfast bubbling from all the motion. “I’m surprised too.”

“Wow,” Taehyung marvels, leans back against the receptionist desk even though the poor girl has told him time and time again not to. He ignores her, something he can do as second best friend to the boss. “Remember when she showed up crying outside his mom’s house and you threw a potted plant at her? Oh how the great have fallen.”

Rolling your eyes, you drift over to the plexiglass window in the office that looks out across the entirety of the garage floor. In the corner, Jungkook’s got the hood of the Corvette open as he works away on something, Sojin tapping at her phone beside him. “Why are you here, Tae?”

He steps beside you, tuned into the same scene. “Can’t visit my ex-girlfriend every now and then?” He teases, you groan.

“We dated for three days, dude, let it go,” you whine, and watch with rapt attention as Jungkook motions for her to start the engine. She does, and it purrs to life, soft and silky just like Jungkook said it does. She squeals and claps, launches herself into his arms in thanks. You look away.

“Yuck,” Taehyung gags and you couldn’t agree more. “Can’t believe you ended the best 72 hours of my life for that pinhead and the hussy attached to his hip.”

He shrieks when you pinch his side, and you take great satisfaction in the judgemental stare half the crew sends him through the glass. After all, they weren’t soundproof. “You embarrassed me and my brand,” he huffs, crossing his arms as the two of you return to watching Jungkook and the hussy.

“He’s not a pinhead,” you softly retort, watch him wipe a bead of sweat off his forehead as he waves her off. Sojin sends him a brigade of air kisses, none of which he catches. A sick sense of glee consumes you at the sight, but then he’s turning to stare directly at you and Taehyung through the glass, and the both of you quickly whirl away.

“His ability to find you in less than a second is so weird,” Taehyung shivers, and you ignore it, taking the candy from the bowl on the receptionist desk. She doesn’t care, having heard these conversations more than enough times to get the general gist of what you and Taehyung gossip about. You’re surprised she’s never mentioned it to Jungkook before.

Regardless, you listen to Taehyung complain about his life for a few more minutes, before Jimin’s sweet voice pops into the room. His ash blonde hair is all ruffled, and there’s something dark smeared over his otherwise perfect skin as he tells you your car is fixed. Taehyung bids you goodbye, and Jimin walks you back to your car out on the garage floor.

“All set, miss,” Jimin grins, puts a hand against the car so you don’t hit your head as you go in. You thank him, and don’t miss the way he lingers by your window.

“Is something wrong?” You ask, tilt your head quizzically. Jimin’s cheeks flush, and he looks shyly at the ground.

“Actually, I was wondering if—“

“___,” Jungkook calls, jogging over beside Jimin, who looks almost ashamed to be caught doing...whatever it was he was gonna do. Jungkook glances at him, catches him in some weird staring contest before crouching down to your window. “You needed your car fixed? Why didn’t you tell me?”

You blink, don’t know how to politely tell him he was too busy kissing the ass of his toxic ex-girlfriend to help you out. “Jimin helped me,” you smile, the same practiced expression you’ve mastered since college. You usually get by, usually trick people with that look, but not with him. Jungkook knows you too well, knows that look, and knows you’re holding yourself back. “You were busy.”

His lips part in surprise, tugged downwards with the hint of a frown. “I,” he stutters, looks at Jimin, who doesn’t seem that impressed with him either. “I… I would’ve came if you called.”

You tug your sunglasses out from their little case, slide them over the bridge of your nose as you strap your seatbelt over yourself. “Would you though?” You ask, flash him another polite smile before shifting your car’s gears. Jimin walks off, clears the path for you to exit, and with just Jungkook standing there, you speak freely. “I would hate to distract you from something important.”

—

Some of the proposals end up being better than expected, and after carefully sifting through them, your boss asks you to sit through presentations for the next few days. Your time gets consumed in graphs and budgets. There’s a multitude of businesses you have to look into, some big and well-known, and others small and local. You drive around the city one day, visiting business after business, until your ankles hurt in your heels and your cheeks hurt from all the smiling. Your only comfort is the nice Chanel skirt suit you’re wearing that makes you feel like the most important person in the room wherever you go.

By the time the week’s over, there’s a thin cut forming on the back of your ankles from all the walking you’ve done in your heels. You slump against your front door, tossing your heels in the vague direction of the closet before padding through your house.

You nearly scream yourself sore at the figure in your kitchen, hunched over what looks to be a hastily made cake with a number three candle. “Oh my god,” you seethe, turning the overhead light on to illuminate Jungkook’s grinning figure, dirty and sweaty from work. You glance at the clock on the stove; it’s only been about an hour since his garage closed.

“Surprise!” He exclaims, and you’re not the slightest bit amused when he begins humming the happy birthday song on a day that is definitely not your birthday.

When he’s done, you don’t clap and his beaming smile doesn’t waver. “It is not my birthday,” you calmly state, placing your leather padfolio on the counter.

Jungkook blows the candle out for you. “It’s the birthday of when we first met,” he explains, and gets to cutting the cake. How he remembers such a day, you don’t know. You do know that this is his mom’s birthday cake recipe, and you love that. “Can you believe it? Friends for almost three decades.”

“Almost,” you repeat, dutifully sitting across from him and taking the plate he offers. He nods at you like a bobblehead.

His eyes are sparkly and big, like he’s drunk, and it’s only then you notice the red wine on the table, bottle open and halfway done. You set your fork down, grasp the neck of the bottle in your hand. “Have you been drinking?” You ask, even though the answer stares you right in the face. You frown. “You hate drinking.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes, shovels more cake into his mouth to delay his response. “Needed it,” he offhandedly explains, nearly eats the candle but you jump forward to snatch it off his fork before he can.

“What do you mean?” You inquire. You’re not hungry anymore, too interested in whatever’s going on in his head to make him think he needs to be drunk around you.

Jungkook gulps, reaches forward for more wine but you cradle the bottle to your chest. You nearly gasp when he levels you with a real, stony glare, the expression out of place on his face. “Cuz you’re mad,” he huffs. “At me.”

There was a time you would coddle Jungkook’s every mistake, never let him think he was at fault for anything. You’d grown out of it shortly before high school, recognizing boys were stupid no matter how much you tried to prove otherwise. Since then, you’ve watched him get into trouble time and time again—Sojin being the prime example—and only intervened when absolutely necessary. Some part of you, the half that hates seeing him upset, wants to tell him you’re not. The mature part in you, however, doesn’t let that happen.

“I am,” you agree, watch his eyes widen almost comically at your admission. You set the wine bottle back on the table, leaning your chin on your palm as you level him with the most unimpressed gaze you can. “I’m furious, actually.”

He whimpers, actually whimpers like a kicked puppy, and you can almost see the metaphorical ears pressed against his head and the tail tucked between his legs. His lips are big and pouty, stained from the wine. You’d love to know what they feel like.

Jungkook’s vulnerability lasts all of three seconds, before he’s shaking himself out of whatever emotional pit his foggy brain has him in. “Well, it’s dumb,” he spits, and it’s your turn to sit in shock. “You can’t tell me what to do.”

“Excuse me?” You ask, incredulously, because this has never happened before. Are you overprotective and sometimes overbearing? Sure. Has Jungkook ever voiced discomfort with that before? Never. “I’m not telling you what to do,” you sneer, crossing your arms over your chest.

He rolls his eyes, pushes away from the table like a moody teen. You know it’s because he’s drunk, because he’s not himself, but you have to remind yourself that he obviously felt this way somewhere in his heart to voice it to you now. “You’re not my mom.”

You choke. “I’m not!” You angrily agree, pushing away from the table as well.

Jungkook snarls, “well you sure do love acting like her.” He picks up his plate, glances over at you with a look in his eyes that can only be likened to that of a sneaky cat, and then purposefully shoves the bread and frosting down the garbage disposal in the sink. You shriek, fly around the table and shove him away.

“What is wrong with you?” You seethe, push him away rudely with a hand on his face. Jungkook stumbles back, slips on the floor and nearly cracks his head on the corner of the counter. “Oh my god,” you exclaim, abandoning the sink in favor of watching the way his face twists up at the sudden motion, stomach contracting beneath his black t-shirt, cheeks puffing. “Oh god, oh god,” you stammer, tugging him to his feet with the strength only a panicked individual about to see an entire cake regurgitated onto their kitchen tile can have.

You’ve barely kicked the door to the bathroom open when Jungkook begins throwing up, gooey vomit spewing from his mouth and onto the floor. It touches your arm, and you shriek before shoving him in the general direction of the toilet.

“Ew, ew,” you freak, shoving your hand under the sink faucet to get that gross feeling away. You wanna vomit yourself, but you tell yourself there can only be one sick person at a time, and right now it’s Jungkook.

He’s got his head in the toilet, disgusting sounds echoing off the ceramic of it. By the time you’ve calmed down and washed your arm thrice, you move over to pull his bangs away from his face, letting him hurl in peace.

“I’m sorry,” he mopes, spews another round of birthday cake into the toilet.

You look away, blindly reach out to turn the bathroom fan on. “Mhm,” you nod, rubbing a hand over his back. Jungkook nods sadly against the toilet seat.

“‘M sorry,” he repeats, gags around nothing but the gross feeling left in his throat. “I-I know you just want…” a pause as he considers throwing up some more, “...want what’s best for me.”

“I do,” you agree, wipe a hand down the side of his face that he leans into. “Not trying to be your mom,” you assure him, and he snorts.

“Be a good mom,” he murmurs, so soft you don’t hear him. You hum, leaning closer and he repeats it. “You’d be… a good mom.”

Not knowing what to do with that information, you just pat his back until he falls asleep, cheek against the toilet seat.

—

“Woah, the sexual tension in this garage is off the charts,” Taehyung blurts from behind you, and you smack your clipboard against his chest. “Oof,” he grunts, rubbing his chest like it actually hurt. “You doing finances for him again?” He asks and you nod.

In an ideal world, Taehyung would leave upon finding out you’re busy. In this world, he simply leans into your personal space, nearly knocking you into an empty tool cart. “Oooh, an extensive list of all the money Jungkook’s stupidly blown this month. How much did he spend on neon signs this time?”

You relent, showing him the shop’s finances. Anywhere else, revealing a business’s finances without the consent of the owner would be a federal crime. Here, it’s the equivalent of showing Taehyung Jungkook’s browser history. “He spent how much on window tint?!”

“A lot,” you say.

There’s a whistle from across the garage, the shop’s resident country bumpkin Park Jimin standing at the huge garage doors with his hand on his hip. “No fraternizing, please.”

Taehyung rolls his eyes. “Boooo,” he shouts, peels himself away from you to flick an impolite finger Jimin’s way. “He’s just jealous,” he tells you, and you frown.

“Of what?” You ask, and Taehyung nearly loses his shit.

“My precious ___,” he sighs, leans his forehead on your shoulder. “So beautiful and smart, yet so slow.” You flick the side of his forehead just as Jungkook strolls by and, seeing your attack, slaps the back of Taehyung’s neck. “Why do you guys hate me!” Taehyung exclaims, jumping at least five feet away from you and Jungkook’s giggling forms.

“How’s it going?” Jungkook asks you, completely ignoring Taehyung’s soulful cries as he glances over your shoulder at the clipboard. You tilt it his way, but he stands close anyway, until you can feel his breath huffing against the back of your neck.

“Okay, but you’re spending a lot of money stockpiling on things that haven’t shown signs of running out yet,” you explain, pointing at the window tint that had astonished Taehyung only a moment ago.

Jungkook grimaces, pink tongue swiping across his lip as he looks at the total amount he’s spent the last three months. “Well, it’s a good thing I have my accountant,” he grins, throwing an arm over your shoulder.

“Not your accountant,” you correct, “just a friend who doesn’t wanna see you run your business to the ground from overspending.”

Jungkook waves you off, and Taehyung tries to sneak into the receptionist office behind you, but Jungkook catches him with his free hand. “This is the life,” he sighs, wistfully gazing over the garage floor. It reeks of motor oil and car paint.

“Count me out,” Taehyung snorts, voicing your disinterest toward such greasy and smelly work. He tries to wiggle out of Jungkook’s hold, but the muscle bunny only straps an arm around his neck, until Taehyung’s squirming and clawing for air against the red sleeve of his jumpsuit.

“My own successful business, a shitload of sexy cars, and of course,” he pauses, squeezes the two of you tighter until you’re both groaning. “My two best friends.” The sap has the gall to peck the top of your heads, and that seems to be the final straw for Taehyung who rips himself away.

“Have this lovefest somewhere else, man,” Taehyung says, flattening his rumpled clothing down. “You’re really putting a nail in my reputation around here.”

Jungkook cackles, mindlessly goes to wrap himself around you from behind. “Your reputation has been trash since that scream you let out the other day,” he informs him, swaying the two of you back and forth. Your heart thunders in your chest, and you just barely manage to avoid Taehyung’s pointed stare.

“Whatever, I’m outta here.” With Taehyung peaced out, you’re left in Jungkook’s arms, gazing over his business like two old lovers. It makes your chest tight, so you quickly go to shake him off.

“We’re okay?” Jungkook murmurs, so soft you almost don’t hear. He’s got his hand wrapped around your wrist, thumb massaging over the bone there like he’s afraid you’ll bolt the second he lets you go.

You nod, tuck the clipboard to your side. “Why wouldn’t we be?”

Those sad puppy eyes, pouty lips turned southward. You want to wipe that look off his face. He sighs, glances at where your skin meets and gives it a squeeze. “I’ve been an ass lately,” he settles on saying. “Said some mean things and ruined your bathroom rug—I’m sorry.”

You don’t know what to say.

Jungkook takes your silence as understanding, reaching down to hold both your hands in his slightly dirty ones. “It won’t happen again. I’d rather lose a million friends than lose you,” he confesses, and something about it feels too real, too raw. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You nod, the constricting feeling in your throat only tightening when he smiles at you, those gentle eyes and plush lips for only you to see. You want to kiss him, swallow him whole. Right here on the garage floor so everyone knows he’s yours.

But you can’t because he’s not.

You settle on swinging your arms between you. “Just don’t do anything stupid,” you warn him, narrowing your eyes playfully. There’s a heavy feeling in your heart, something akin to anguish, but you could never voice it out loud.

“I won’t,” Jungkook promises.

—

Jungkook visits again on a weekday, and you nearly send him straight home when he brandishes another bottle of wine in your face. “It’s nonalcoholic!” He exclaims before you can shut the door on him, foot lodged against the frame. You give in.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” You ask, curling up on the couch in just your shorts and huge t-shirt. Jungkook pops the bottle open, pouring the wine into two limited edition Shrek 2 cups you pulled out from the depths of your cabinet.

“Can’t hang with my bestie?” He throws back at you, snatching the remote from your hands before you can click on another episode of that dumb housewives show. You end up watching National Geographic, some documentary about the role of bioluminescent shrimp in the sea.

“Aw look, they’re kissing,” he cooes at a pair of seahorses that wander across the screen halfway through a shot of some school of shrimp. “How romantic.”

“Wonder what that’s like,” you comment, not thinking too much on the meaning behind your words until you can feel Jungkook’s stare pierce your cranium. “What?”

“You’ve never been kissed?” He blurts, and you choke on your wine.

“You were my first kiss,” you remind him, flush at the memory of the two of you sitting criss-cross applesauce on his bed, knees knocking in what was probably the worst first kiss in the history of first kisses.

Jungkook blinks. “Oh yeah,” he laughs. “With the Tony Hawk poster behind my bed, right?”

“The one and only.”

Jungkook hums, and the two of you melt back into the silence. Nice aquatic sounds fill the room, the camera panning over more colorful fish that Jungkook oohs at appreciatively. You don’t really pay attention, more interested in the way the wine swirls in your cup and the way you can feel Jungkook’s thigh pressed against your knee, like when you were thirteen and trying something new.

You know it doesn’t mean a lot to him. Just another silly childhood memory of you. Not like you have hundreds, thousands of them with each other. By the way he’d blurted the question, you doubt he even remembered it most days. But you did.

It plagued your mind all the time, the soft feel of his mouth and the trembling hand that had held yours. You wonder if he kisses the same still, lips gently puckered. He’s had years to learn, half a decade to get creative with Sojin, and the past four years of being a bachelor to explore more.

You’ve kissed too, plenty of guys who had no meaning and ones you thought would replace him. But it’d been a long time since you’ve let anyone into your bed, more content to please yourself without the overbearing weight of feelings and emotions to wrap around your throat.

Jungkook coughs, and you shake yourself from your thoughts.

He’s looking at you inquisitively, like he can’t get his usual read on you and would rather just ask what’s wrong. “You don’t,” a pause, “hang out with guys?”

It’s devastatingly cute, the way he asks if you’re fucking, and you want to pinch his cheeks. Instead you shake your head, try to hide the grin on your face from his inquisitive expression. “Just you and Taehyung,” you admit.

Jungkook nods. “Do you and Tae…?”

You shake your head furiously. “No! God no, we don’t do anything like that,” you clarify, the thought of Taehyung in your bed enough to make you want to gag.

Jungkook says nothing, just turns back to the documentary to watch more Nemos and Dorys flit across the screen. You polish off your cup of wine, leaning forward to settle it back on the coffee table. As you settle back into the couch cushions, Jungkook speaks again. “So you take care of yourself?”

You freeze.

“Yeah,” you admit after one complete meltdown in your head. Where was this coming from? Why did he want to know? You and Jungkook were close, but you never did this. You never divulged the details of your sex life, never bragged about who you slept with or how many there were. What was going on?

Jungkook doesn’t say anything after that, just turns his attention back to the tv screen, where you’re almost certain the sea horses from before are fucking. Not that you know what it looks like, but you hope at least someone in this room was enjoying themselves and not drowning in the mortification of having their life long crush ask them if they masturbate.

“So, do you use your hands or a toy?”

You choke, slap your chest to ease the pounding of your heart at Jungkook asking such a question. “E-Excuse me?” You ask, scandalized that Jungkook, your sweet and caring childhood friend turned Fabio, could ask you such a bold question about your personal affairs.

“What?” Jungkook says, like he truly doesn’t see the inappropriateness of the situation. He even raises his eyebrows at you, as if urging you to answer the question.

You sigh, fight the flush of your cheeks and stare idly at the cups on the table. “A toy. Hands don’t feel good,” you curtly reply, crossing your arms over your chest and straightening your legs off the couch, hoping that’s the end of his curiosity. This was enough to fuel your 3am anxiety meltdowns for the next five years.

Jungkook nods, and you can feel his penetrating gaze on the side of your face again. A great white shark swims across the screen. Jungkook strikes. “My hands feel good.”

“Jungkook!” You exclaim in horror (and excitement, but you’ll pretend it wasn’t there). “What has gotten into you?”

“What!” Jungkook defends, Bambi eyes looking at you like you’re the unreasonable one here. “We’re having a civil conversation in which I’m trying to open up your worldview.”

You’re flabbergasted. “This is not a civil conversation, what are you even talking about?” You scold, tug your arms around yourself like it’ll actually protect you from the words that don’t seem to be filtering out of his mouth properly. “Why are you so concerned about that?” You interrogate, hope your forceful tone will scare him away.

It doesn’t. Jungkook shrugs, some noncommittal i dont know sound. “I can’t be interested in what you get up to? What my best friend gets up to?” It’s the obvious emphasis on best friend that makes you step down.

“No,” you sigh, rub a hand down your face. “You can be interested,” you tell him gingerly. “We just never really… talked about... those kinds of things,” you rush out, turn away from him as the narrator on screen dives into the intricacies of bioluminescent shrimp in the animal food chain.

As if sensing your discomfort, Jungkook softens, scooting closer to you. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs, too close and too warm. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” he says, places a palm on your knee.

“I’m not!” You rush to assure him, facing him head on again. His eyes are big and implorative still, and you wonder why he became stuck on that of all things today. “It just surprised me.”

His lips quirk to the side, an unsure grin that has you leaning into his shoulder. You sit in silence, the rise and fall of his body with every breath lulling you into a sense of comfort.

A false one that Jungkook zeroes in on.

The documentary’s wrapping up, soothing ocean sounds and wind instruments playing as the credits roll across the screen, when the hand that had been laying so comfortably on your thigh inches up. At first, you don’t notice it, writing it off as Jungkook just shifting around. You tell yourself it’s just that, until his pinky makes contact with the end of your shorts.

Slowly, you turn towards him, catch his mocha irises lustfully lidded as he toys with the hem. “Kook?” You murmur, so soft, barely there.

“Hm?” He replies, continuing to play with the edge of your shorts, until he gets brave and his fingers slip beneath, index finger just barely grazing the panties underneath. You gasp. “This okay?”

Stuck between your arousal and your common sense, you flounder for a response. He’s so close, and smells so good, curls brushing against your temple the closer he gets. You want him so bad, want him to find his place between your thighs and put those pouty lips to use. But you know it’ll make things different, change whatever it is you’ve had for the past almost thirty years, and you’ll never bounce back. Another brush against your panties, pointer finger wiggling it’s way beneath the fabric, and you’re choking out a “yes.”

“Good girl,” he murmurs, and something in your core tingles at the name, thighs clenching together. “Uh uh,” he chides, nudges them open. “Stay still for me,” he commands, and you do, for all of ten seconds, but then he’s pressing his finger on your clit, panties and shorts muting the sensation. Still, it makes you squirm, fingers clutching the couch cushion beneath you as you struggle to keep them open. “Too much?” He asks, and you shake your head no.

“I-It’s fine,” you whisper, and Jungkook smiles.

He pets you, almost wondrously, for a few beats, watches the way the muscles in your thighs twitch with every press against your mound. Eventually, he decides it’s enough. “Hands don’t feel good for you?” He inquires, your words from earlier obviously having left their mark on him. Slowly, you shake your head. He glances down at the fist you have on the couch, composed features sliding up your face. “Well, yours are so small, princess. Of course they don’t feel good.”

He manhandles you around, tugs you onto the couch until you’re laying down, legs sprawled on either side of him. Pleased with the arrangement, Jungkook glances back down to your bottoms. “These have to go,” he tells you, hooks his fingers in the waistband and abruptly yanks down, leaving you just in your t-shirt.

You go to shy away, but Jungkook stops you, palms resting on the insides of your thighs, thumbs pressing into the skin soothingly. “My fingers are long, see?” He says, raising a hand to wiggle his fingers at you. You nod, heartbeat thundering in your ears. “They’ll feel nice inside.”

You know they will.

You can tell he knows his way around a woman’s body just from the way his hands glide over yours, carefully like he’s mapping you out. Ever so slowly, one hand grows closer, until his thumb is gently circling your clit, and you inhale sharply.

“So wet,” Jungkook hums, his other hand traveling further down, until he’s spreading your pussy lips with two fingers, trailing them through the arousal that gathers there.

You’ve never been so attentively cared for, never had a man zero in on your cunt like it was his first meal in ages. Jungkook’s eyes are clouded with lust, tongue peeking out from between his lips as he watches your pussy lips flutter at his touch.

He swirls his hand over your clit, pressing down. The first sound escapes you, a soft whimper that has you clamping your hand over your mouth in embarrassment. Jungkook grins down at you, shifts closer to press a kiss to the knuckles over your mouth.“Don’t hide from me,” he purrs, pulling away and pressing a kiss to your neck.

You cry out when he gets back to it, massaging your pussy with gentle hands and a thumb against your clit to placate you. “Jungkook,” you choke out, and he beams at his name, takes it as a sign to finally slip two fingers inside. “A-ah,” you whine, arching beneath him.

He basks in your noises, leans close again to press a kiss beneath your ear, against your jaw. “This okay?” He murmurs, curling the fingers inside of you. You mewl, throwing your arms around him as he begins working you open. “How does it feel, baby?”

“G-good,” you pant, turn your head until you can bury your nose in his hair, drown even more in his all-consuming aura.

Another kiss to your neck, before he’s suctioning his lips right below your ear, nipping and sucking at the skin to brand you his. “You like my hands?” He husks, and the patch of saliva he leaves on your neck feels cold without his mouth there. You nod, and Jungkook rewards you with a soft smooch over the hickey he’s left.

His fingers inside you curl and scissor, brush against every inch of your walls until you’re quivering beneath him, gasping his name out. You could melt if his fingers weren’t holding you together. “So tight,” he groans, curling his fingers. The movement touches upon something sensitive within you, and you moan his name loudly.

“O-Oh,” you pant, wiggling beneath him as you try to feel that again. Jungkook lets you, watches you desperately rut into his hands. He drifts away, lets his tongue mouth over your breasts, licking until there’s a damp spot on your t-shirt, the flimsy house bra you’d worn and the t-shirt combined not enough to hide your pebbled nipples.

The drag of his hands against your pussy isn’t enough, the motions not quick enough. Jungkook glances at your twisted features, your quivering pussy, and then, ever so gently, ducks over you, puckered lips letting one, long glob of saliva touch down on your pussy, trickling around his knuckles.

“Fuck,” you choke, watch his tongue swipe over his lip to break the thin bridge that connects you too. Suddenly, everything is smoother, the combined lubrication of your arousal and his spit making the glide of his fingers sinfully slick.

Frantic for release, you lose yourself in him, ready to free fall into your pleasure so long as Jungkook is there to catch you. “That’s it,” he encourages, picks up the pace of his fingers inside you. “Come on, beautiful, let me see that gorgeous face of yours when you come.”

“K-Kook,” you sob, and he smiles against your neck. His fingers work fast, until your muscles are all pulled tight, waiting for that final push to unravel. You make the mistake of glancing down, only to be caught by that pearly smile and adoring gaze. You’re in heaven, you know you are.

There’s no other explanation for this—the way Jungkook holds you like you’re his, hands so gently caressing your most intimate parts. You’re almost convinced you’re having a fever dream, a sick, too realistic dream, but then Jungkook’s biting down on your shoulder through your t-shirt, subtly rutting against your thigh.

“Cum for me,” he purrs against your neck, and you do, sobbing as your orgasm rolls over you, the heavy weight of his cock against your thigh. “Jungkook,” you cry, so pitifully, it has him lunging forward, a kiss pressed to the corner of your mouth.

You feel sweaty and gross, unbelievably tired from the gentle way he opened you up. Blindly, you reach down, feel the hardness of his cock beneath his sweatpants, but Jungkook nudges you away. You huff. “Let me,” you whimper, reach for him again even though you can see the slowness in your movement. “Need your cock in my mouth,” you drawl, almost sleepily.

“Shh,” he soothes, lips pressed against your neck, where he’s still licking and sucking over every inch of you. You whine. “You don’t have to do a thing, gorgeous,” he assures you, “just wanted to make you feel good.”

—

Work gets stressful shortly after. There’s a new batch of interns coming in this season, new faces who will mess up your coffee orders and jam the printers for a good few weeks. There’s normally a team of employees who train them, a mix of relatively older people from different departments who show them around; a girl in the finance department, the one who usually trains them, is on maternity leave. With no one else to fall back on, the head of the department pushes the duties off on you, claiming your flexibility and work ethic make you the perfect candidate for such a role.

Normally you’d thrive at the praise, eat up every single word like it sustained you. In a way, it did. It was nice to be appreciated and recognized for your hard work, to be thought of so highly, especially in a male-dominated company. However, this time, you know it’s out of convenience that the head kisses up to you, and you end up begrudgingly taking the role.

The gaps in your schedule you’d normally spend relaxing or catching up on other projects are filled with bumbling interns, calling for help every chance they get. It’s like they’ve never done anything on their own, this group, always asking you the correct way to do this, the right way to do that. You haven’t mentored interns in a while, so you spend the first day breezing over old powerpoints and print outs you made years ago. You remember why you’re not fit for mentoring when one of them asks you how to navigate Excel. You nearly rip their head off.

There’s so much going on, you barely get time to see Jungkook, let alone text him. You saw him once the morning after, stack of pancakes on your kitchen table as he rushed you off to work. The shop didn’t open for another hour. He was sweet, kissed your forehead as you left, but he’s always done that. You didn’t have time to talk about whatever the night before was, or what that made the two of you now.

On Friday night, one week into your nightmarish role, you pull into the shop. You'd like to convince yourself it was routine, visiting the shop, but that’s a lie. You desperately miss Jungkook.

Most of the garage doors that are usually pulled open during the day are shut, save for one. The last of Jungkook’s employees are leaving, bidding you adieu as you step out of your car. Park Jimin is there, repairing some rickety car in the back corner.

“Boo,” you call playfully, and Jimin doesn’t flinch, merely pulls his head from out of the hood to flash you an easygoing smile.

He whistles at the sight of you. “You look like you’ve been through one of helluva week,” he says, and you, despite your strong personality, feel yourself blush at his comment. Jeez, did you look that bad? Jimin doesn’t elaborate, just pulls out a stool for you to sit on beside where he’s working. “Penny for your thoughts?”

You glance at the plexiglass, the offices hiding down the hall. Jungkook could wait, you presume, settling down beside him. Your skirt tugs up as you settle onto the pleather seat, so you cover your legs meekly with your purse. “Work’s been crazy,” you explain, and Jimin laughs at the obvious.

“You’re telling me,” He hums, and you roll your eyes playfully. “What’s going on at work?”

What hasn’t been going on, you think to yourself, before launching into a full retelling of your new horrendous position, of all the interns with their clueless eyes and useless notebooks. Jimin chuckles, indulges you in a few comments here and there that only fuel you on. He’s just about done with whatever he’s doing to the car at the same time your story wraps up, explaining how you found yourself here, desperate for Jungkook to whisk you off to that arcade you loved as kids. “Jungkook?” He asks, and you nod. “He left a while ago.”

You freeze. “Huh?” You say, dumbly. You almost want to laugh at your own impulsiveness, for showing up without sending him a text or a warning to let him know you were coming. You almost do laugh, but then you remember you and Jungkook never did that anyway. Hell, he showed up at your house a few weeks ago unannounced and drunk. The two of you were hardly the type to plan ahead, so it was weird for him to not be here. He’s been at the shop almost every night since it’s opened, the days he’s not usually a holiday.

“Jimin…” you begin, glancing at the receptionist window once more. “Where’s Jungkook?”

Jimin shuts his tool box, kicking a cart off to the side. “He left with that lady,” he tells you, doesn’t hear the way your heart rips straight out of your chest. No way. “Tall, pretty. Had that nice Corvette he fixed up a while ago.”

“Sojin,” you mumble, and Jimin nods.

“Think that was her name.” As if sensing your tumultuous thoughts, he steps closer, one hand reaching out to steady you. “You alright?”

“God,” you exhale, pushing yourself away from Jimin and the garage and the window. The stool rolls away, almost hits the side of another car but Jimin catches it. He rushes over towards you, watching you wobble in your heels.

“Honey,” Jimin says, steady and warm beside you. “Sit down for me, yeah?” He guides you to a row of seats against the wall, nailed into the floor so you can’t push them away and make even more of a mess. Not that that’s your concern, your mind and heart too preoccupied with thoughts of Jungkook lying to you, going out with that woman again, despite your obvious hatred for her and his promise to you.

Jimin disappears, rushes over to the other side of the garage before returning with a water bottle for you. He cracks it open, presses it into your hands, and then against your lips when you don’t move. “Drink,” he encourages, watching you with worried eyes that only grow more and more concerned the deeper you fall into your thoughts.

You want to cry and beat Jungkook up at the same time. You want to scream at him for lying to you after treating you so nicely, holding you so warmly. Instead, you gasp for breath, clutching your face in your hands like it’s the only thing that grounds you.

There’s a beep outside, chirpy and cute in the way only older models are, and you whip your head up, the headlights of the Corvette painting you in shades of yellow as it rolls to a stop, the tears you hadn’t felt glistening under the light.

Jungkook flings himself out of the driver’s seat, and a sob catches in your throat when Sojin steps out of the passenger seat. Jungkook shoves everything in his path to the side, carts flying into the few automobiles on the floor, tools clanging loudly onto the cement, and just as those arms you love so much are reaching out for you, there’s a hand on his chest stopping him.

“What did you do to her?” Jungkook snarls, pushing Jimin roughly to the side. Jimin, smaller but not weaker, holds his ground, clutching Jungkook by the material of his jumpsuit a second time. “Let— go!” Jungkook shouts, finally worming away from his employee.

He nearly trips before you, stumbling to his knees as he takes your quivering hands in his. “What’s wrong,” he asks, throwing a nasty glare back at Jimin who watches silently from the side. Sojin is still by her car, leaning across the driver’s side now. “What did he do, what did he say?”

You shake your head, dropping your head to tuck your chin against your chest. You hate this. Hate letting him or Jimin or Sojin see you cry. It’s not the person you are, not the self-made woman you claim to be as you cry over the same man who is unknowingly defending you from himself.

“Let go,” you whisper, hoarse and choked. You shake your arms, but he doesn’t let up.

“Tell me what's wrong,” Jungkook pleads, inching closer to you. His breath is warm and he smells like oil, just like he always does. He also smells sweet and floral in a way only a woman could. He smells like Sojin.

You sob, rip your hands away from and scurry blindly towards Jimin, who catches you in his arms despite the shock that paints his face.

Jungkook watches with an expression of hurt, watches you snuggle into the arms of another man over an issue you won’t tell him about. Jimin says nothing, just rubs his palm over your back. He gestures towards the red corvette, the woman standing by it and Jungkook takes the hint.

You hear the kitten-like purr as it pulls off, the silence that follows afterwards. You don’t know where Jungkook is, if he’s here or if he left with her, and you don’t want to. “Tell me he’s gone,” you beg Jimin, quiet gasps against his neck.

He nods, slowly lets you untangle yourself from his arms as the two of you stare over the empty garage. The Corvette is gone, and so is Jungkook. Before Jimin can tell you where he is, you’re wiping a hand over your face, embarrassed at the moisture it comes back with.

“I take it he’s not supposed to be with her?” Jimin tries to joke.

Neither of you laugh.

You sniffle, process what just happened, how you acted. You’ve never felt that way before, never experienced such brutal heartbreak.

You don’t know what you expected from Jungkook. In your heart, you convinced yourself what happened in your apartment was the start of something new between the two of you, a natural result of your long friendship. Realistically, you know you should’ve waited until the two of you spoke, discussed whatever happens next. But you’d spent the past week comforted by the fact you’d finally gotten to experience something like that with him, daydreaming about him every chance you got.

Somewhere in your mind, you had convinced yourself your involvement with him would finally be what broke his connection with Sojin, the final nail that would make him forget about her. It’s painfully funny how such wasn’t the case.

Jimin breaks you out of your thoughts. “You okay to drive home?” He gently inquires, and you turn your gaze over toward your car.

Did you trust yourself to make it home without shedding a single tear? Absolutely not. But between Sojin and Jimin, you had let enough strangers see you fall apart over a man tonight.

“Perfectly okay,” you tell him.

—

The interns pick up on your sour attitude the week that follows. They don’t ask dumb questions, and don’t mess up your order. You talk them through a presentation, show them how to properly organize finance charts. There’s a slide that has clip art, a goofy dollar sign with a smile and shoes. Jungkook put it there when you first made the PowerPoint. After the little lesson, you go to the bathroom and try not to cry.

A week later, and the interns don’t need you anymore. They do well, and your boss praises you for being such a good mentor. You thank him and he lets you go home early.

Home is empty. Jungkook doesn’t show up unannounced, mostly because you’ve changed the number lock on the door. You want to eat salad today, for some reason, but don’t have any of the ingredients for it, so you walk to the supermarket a few blocks away.

The supermarket feels the same as it always does at night. That ghostly feeling of being watched in an empty aisle, the scratchy tune of whatever Top 50 radio station they settled on today. You get there and decide you don’t want salad anymore, so you buy ingredients for a stew instead, all of which you probably had at home.

When you step outside, the air around your bare thighs is cold. Summer was ending, which meant Jungkook’s birthday was coming up. You ball the receipt in your hand and fling it at the trash. You miss, so you hobble over to pick it up.

The trash is beside a red Corvette with two racing stripes.

“Hey,” Sojin says, arms crossed over her chest as she walks up behind you, sizing up your crouched form beside her car. “What’re you doing to my car?”

You breathe in, shake the crumpled up receipt at her, before stuffing it in the garbage. She says nothing as you stalk by her, and you’re back on the main road when she pulls up next to you, window rolled down to speak to you. “Get in,” she gestures, “it’s gonna rain.”

“No,” you say, and a fat raindrop falls right on your nose.

The door unlocks and you climb in, plastic bags crowded by your feet.

The drive is silent. You only live a few minutes from the store, and you point out an empty spot by the sidewalk for her to pull up to. A dry thanks is on the tip of your tongue, but you never get to say it.

“My dad has cancer,” Sojin says.

“That sucks,” you respond, feel bad right away and say, “I’m sorry.”

Sojin doesn’t seem bothered by it, shifting the Corvette out of drive and cutting the engine. “He’s probably not gonna see Christmas,” she adds, and you don’t know what to say. You don’t care about her or her crazy father. “I wanted to do something nice for him before he, y’know.”

“Died,” you fill, and at that she glares.

“Yeah,” she huffs. “Before he died. So I fixed up his car. But the place I took it to didn’t know how to fix an engine so old, and ended up fucking it up even more.” You nod, she continues. “Then I bumped into Jungkook and—“

“Took advantage of his kindness,” you finish, remembering the twinkle in his eyes when he’d told you about their encounter, that day in the empty garage that seemed lightyears away. “Well congrats. Hope your dad liked it,” you sigh, push open the door and get soaked to the bone immediately.

“Wait!” Sojin calls, hopping out after you. She’s still as beautiful as she was when you were seventeen, even with rain soaking her entire being. “I didn’t ask him to repaint it, but that’s what my dad loved the most.”

You want to go inside, make your stew, and cry in it.

Sojin doesn’t seem bothered by the bangs that stick to her forehead or the water that washes down her spine. “When I told him Jungkook did it… he wanted to see him. Apologize and stuff.”

You snort. “Apologize,” you repeat, tightening your grip on your shoppings bags. “For what, Sojin? For almost killing him with this car or for treating him like shit for five years?” She says nothing, stares at the hood of the car like she doesn’t know what you’re talking about. “He was crazy for you, you know that? He would have done anything for you and not once did you stand up to your dad for him. You let that man call him worthless, stupid, a waste of space. And for what? For you to break up with him for some rich asshole who would never treat you half as good as Jungkook did?” You sneer.

The rain feels cold and your groceries feel heavier, so you whirl on your heel and make for your building entrance.

“He never liked me,” Sojin calls out, and you wonder if she even heard the second half of your emotional outburst. You turn to face her with fire in your eyes, and are only a little surprised at the sadness that paints hers. “He never liked me the way he said he did.” You could knock her teeth out.

“You’re stupid,” you spit, and she rounds the car at an insane speed until she’s glaring down at you over her perfectly sculpted nose.

“He never liked me,” Sojin repeats angrily. “He was always busy looking at you—for approval, for attention, I don’t fucking know. He would hold me and touch me but it never felt real. It always felt like practice for him…” she sniffles and your breath hitches in your throat. “We dated all through college,” she says like you don’t know, like you didn’t stress about it for years. “Everyday closer to graduation felt like a ticking bomb. Like he was just waiting for you to come back. To come home.”

You remember it.

The excited texts he’d send you everyday, the plans he made for you. Jungkook was more excited than your parents about you coming home. The five hours had done a number on him, and after four years all he wanted was to have you close again. You remember the hug in his driveway, the way his mom had told you he’d waited all day for you. It’s weird hearing it from Sojin.

Too overwhelmed, you decide to deflect. “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” you murmur, and you’re surprised she hears it over the pouring rain.

A loud scoff. “You’re stupid,” she repeats back, jabbing a finger at your chest. You glare, and so does she. Like two animals in a cage you size each other up. “You’re stupid and ugly and I hate you,” she spits, and you drop your shopping bags to lunge at her.

You don’t swing, just grab her by the shirt and move to slam her against the wall, but she’s tall and a little strong, bony fingers wrapping around your wrists like spiders. “Why can’t you see how much he likes you?” She screams, like it hurts to admit it. “He’s been in love with you since forever, and all you’ve ever done is run away!”

“I never—“ you gasp, pushing her away from you. Sojin stumbles, but she doesn’t fall. “I’ve never run away,” you defend, heart beating in your chest too fast to be normal. “Some of us have careers and lives we want to live—I don’t want to depend on a man for the rest of my life!”

She growls, tugs at her wet hair like you’re giving her a headache. Stomping up to you once more, she pushes you hard with both hands, and you barely catch yourself in time. “He would have followed you to that fucking fancy school, but you told him it was better to save money here! Told him to not waste his time and just settle there! You did this to us—to all of us!”

You choke. Lightning flashes behind her, and for a moment all you can see is your gentle prodding, sitting behind him as he filled out applications, big wannabe business brain telling him the easiest way to save money for his auto shop was by going straight into technical school. The small frown on his face that day you’d packed for college, and the way he’d stood in your parent’s driveway until you couldn’t see him anymore, a little spec in your rearview mirror.

Sojin, sensing she’s made her point, says nothing. She scoops up your fallen grocery bags and shoves them into your trembling hands, stomping back to her car and pulling off with a roar, loud and ferocious, and nothing like a kitten.

The groceries in your bag end up in the trash.

—

Taehyung invites you to lunch one day, and you go. You’re starving and desperate to get away from work, where you’re paranoid everyone knows there’s something wrong with you. You meet up at a cute little bistro, and he smiles and hugs you when you arrive. You sit in comfort for all of two seconds before he jumps into his interrogation.

“What’s going on with you and Kook?” He asks, casually flipping through the menu. Your hand stills around your glass of water, and you eventually set it down without ever taking a drink. Your mind instinctively maps out a lie, but Taehyung has known you a while now, knows the quirk of your lips when you’re about to lie your ass off. “Don’t lie to me. I haven’t seen you at the shop in almost a month. And he doesn’t go out,” he mentions. “I think he spent four nights at the shop before I made him go home.”

You deflate.

Too embarrassed to explain, you flip through your own menu, and when the waitress comes you order the first words your eyes focus on. Taehyung doesn’t push you, just patiently gazes out over the bustling street.

Finally, you break. “We… did a thing.”

“Uh huh,” he nods, reading some ad on the side of a bus that passes by. “Need you to elaborate, babe.”

You squirm. “We… fooled around,” you say for lack of more appropriate wording. There’s a family sitting beside you, and you’d rather die than let some nooby pre-teen listen to the details of yours and Jungkook’s night.

“You fucked?” You choke, make a loud sputtering noise like it’ll drown out Taehyung’s voice to the other patrons. “What’s wrong with that? We all knew it’d happen sooner or later,” he shrugs.

“No,” you seethe. “We didn—I didn’t.” Taehyung rolls his eyes, the same way Sojin did that day on the sidewalk. You almost throw your glass of water at him. “We…” you sigh. “We did a thing, and then the week after he went out with Sojin.”

Taehyung scowls at the mere mention of her, so the glass of water is returned to its coaster. “Really? He went out with her right away? He’s cancelled.”

You nod, rubbing your hands over your face. “He… her dad has cancer and is literally on his deathbed so she wanted to fix up his car for memories sake, which he loved, so he wanted to apologize to Kook and thank him for fixing up his car,” you rush out, and now Taehyung chokes, water spewing out of his nose. You shriek, drawing everyone’s attention as you pat down your soaked blouse. “Tae!”

“I’m sorry,” he cries, wiping at the sting in his nose. “He-she, what?!” You ignore him, focus on battling the damp spot on your blazer. “God, that’s crazy,” Taehyung snorts, winces at the feeling in his nose.

After the two of you have settled, the manager kicks you out for your inappropriate conversations and childish behavior. You leave with your tails tucked between your legs. Taehyung holds your hand as he walks you back to your workplace, you quietly fill him in on all the other details surrounding yours and Jungkook’s fallout, from your breakdown in the garage to your weirdly dramatic confrontation with Sojin. “Well,” he claps, slamming a hand down on the traffic light button, even though both of you know it doesn’t work. “That explains a lot of things.”

“Yeah,” you agree, pushing down the crosswalk when the light finally changes of its own accord. “Do you,” you pause, feet glued to the sidewalk. “Do you think she was right?”

Taehyung glances back at you, so small and unsure in the midst of a bustling crowd. He smiles, sweet and soft. Rare coming from him. His free hand ruffles the top of your head, and he brings you into his chest. “Babe, the hottest guy in your grade was intimidated by scrawny, pre-muscle bunny Jungkook. I’m pretty sure he feels some type of way towards you.”

Your lip wobbles dangerously, and you bite down on it to stop. Taehyung pats your head, barks at some old guy when he yells at the two of you for standing in the middle of the sidewalk.

When you’re outside your office, you speak again. “You were not the hottest guy in our grade, by the way.”

Taehyung snorts. “I totally was.”

—

You hideout for the rest of the week.

On Friday night, you finally have the balls to show yourself again, and you hop on the highway leading out of the city before you can overthink it. The buildings slowly melt away, replaced with cozier homes, tinier shops, and by the time you’re pulling up the street, you’re deep in doubt again.

It’s not that late yet, only a little past sunset, but the garage doors, usually open to the street, are all shut. You frown, pull around the block, reverse into a spot across the street. Locking your car, a gust of wind nearly trips you as you cross the street. The front office is dark, metal shutters pulled over the entrance.

Eventually, you stumble around until you find the tiny backdoor squeezed beside some dumpsters, grateful for the key Jungkook had given you so long ago.

Just as Taehyung predicted, a pair of red jumpsuit clad feet stick out from beneath a car. A nice car, an even older Corvette than Sojin’s dad’s, still shiny despite the model it is. It looks like a show car with the way it glints at you, black paint almost glossy. The only light in the entire garage is a lamp, positioned over the area where the legs are working, and a flashlight that occasionally beams at you when the holder loses his grip. No music today, just the hum of a rotating fan. You creep over.

Jungkook’s humming a song when you get to him, foot tapping idly on the ground. You suck in a deep breath and nudge his foot with the tip of your heel. You have exactly two seconds to jump away when he abruptly rolls out from beneath the car, concentrated features scanning quickly around until they land on you.

The garage is still, until Jungkook jumps into action. “___,” he stammers, stumbling to his feet. The rolling board drifts away, bumping into the corner of the metal table beside you. “Hi, um,” he flounders, brushing his fingers through his hair, palms wiping over the front of his pants. Finally, “hi.”

The bad bitch Chanel skirt-suit you’d worn today fails you for the first time in a long time. Your hands feel sweaty, so you clutch them behind your back. “Hi, Jungkook,” you exhale, and all the emotions you’d swallowed for so long, the feelings that tightened around your chest and throat like boa constrictors, come oozing out, until all you can see is his puckered mouth and twinkling gaze.

He coughs, tries to casually lean against the car, but greatly miscalculates the distance. “What, um, what brings you here?” He asks, foot tapping nervously against the ground.

There’s a box of takeout on the floor he tries to subtly kick beneath the car, and a plastic bottle of soda that makes a loud noise when he tries that too. You twist your lips, watching the anxious shuffling of his feet. You breeze over his question, plaster a tight smile into your face, and ask your own question; “how long have you been here?” Tentatively, you lower yourself onto a rolling stool. “It’s late,” you state the obvious.

Jungkook’s leg bounces, and he pats his hand over it nervously. “Um, an hour? Just working on something,” he answers, cheeks warm as his eyes flicker everywhere but you. “What brings you here?” He repeats, and you know you can’t deflect it this time.

Shrugging half heartedly, you wait for him to finally look at you. When he does, he almost looks away but the glint in your eye stops him from doing so. “We need to talk,” you finally say. Jungkook visibly deflates, lips pulling into a thin line. You contemplate letting him relieve his thoughts first, but you came here with a point to make, for questions that needed answering, and you’re scared one word from him will wash them all away.

“Listen,” you start, smoothing your hand over the edge of your skirt. “I know something weird happened between us, and then I kinda freaked out on you, but… I need you to tell me the truth.”

Jungkook doesn’t hesitate. “Always.”

You swallow, try to push back the frustration that builds in his throat. “Did you ever even like Sojin?”

Jungkook blinks. “Huh?” A snort. “You’re joking,” he snickers, wipes at faux tears in the corner of his eyes, before your unsmiling face registers and he’s schooling his features. “___, I did like her. I dated her for five years. How could I not like her?”He says seriously, like he can’t believe you would ever question such a thing.

You exhale, pick at your fingernails. “I met her,” you admit, and Jungkook’s face twists in confusion. “At the supermarket last week. She said you never liked her.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes. “Of course she’ll think that—we’re exes. I doubt she remembers all our best memories,” he sighs, turning back to organize his tool cart like he’s done with this conversation.

Raising to your feet you call his name again, and he hums absentmindedly. “Sojin said you never liked her because you were always chasing after me,” you accuse, laying all your cards out on the table. Your claim startles him, and you watch as he jostles half the tool cart with his surprise.

“She, what?” He huffs, cheeks as red as his jumpsuit. He forces out a laugh, airy and tight like you’re starring in your elementary school play again and the nerves are eating him up. “I-I don’t know why she’d say that.”

He’s flustered, obviously so, as he scoops the metal tools back onto the cart, bumping into three other things before settling back down on the floor to roll under the car. He pushes himself under, and you sternly call out, “Jungkook.” He freezes.

You strut over, brush your hands behind your skirt as you crouch beside him. “Always,” you quietly remind him. Jungkook says nothing. For a moment, you wonder if you’ve grossly misread the situation, if this was just another one of her schemes to drive the two of you apart.

Slowly, Jungkook appears from under the car. There’s a new stain on his cheekbone, brown and slick. He sits up, wide eyes tracing over your features likes he’s trying to seal them in his memory. “Yeah,” he admits, lips twisting as he watches the surprise take your features, before he’s lolling his head back to stare at the ceiling, leaving you to stare at the column of his neck.

“I do,” Jungkook admits, pushing through his emotions. It’s hard for him to confess, you realize, watching the way his Adam’s apples contracts and his jaw twitches from having to say so. “I like you so much it hurts.”

His confession leaves you feeling weird. On one hand, you want nothing more than to spring yourself on him and kiss his face until the stray oil marks are gone and replaced with the outline of your lipstick prints. You want to smother him and hold him, let him know he’s yours, always has been.

On the other hand… it’s sad. Going on thirty years and never did the two of you guess your feelings for each other. You doubt either of you are good at hiding them, with the way everyone seems to have known except you two. Maybe you don’t know Jungkook as well as you thought you did. Maybe he doesn’t know you.

A hand touches your knee, and you return your attention to his downtrodden appearance, chin tucked against his chest. “Please,” he murmurs. “Say something.”

You say nothing.

Tentatively, you reach a hand out, run it along the side of his head, through his mane, chocolate waves touching his cheekbones. He almost looks like when you guys were kids, round eyes watching your every move. Your hand continues down the back of his head, cupping the nape of his neck comfortingly. Jungkook leans into the touch, even though his shoulders are tense. You soothe your fingers over the tight muscles in his neck.

“Since when?” You inquire.

Jungkook blinks, lets your palm trace along his jawline and cup his cheek. “Since you dated Taehyung when we were sixteen.”

Mentally, you curse every deity in existence for putting Kim Taehyung in your life. “God,” you groan, burrowing your hands in your palms. Jungkook, surprised by your reaction, rolls closer, moves around until you’re crouched between his long legs. “Since me and that pinhead dated for twenty minutes?” You repeat.

Jungkook shifts closer, rubs your back. “It was 65 hours, actually,” he corrects, and the exact duration of your relationship makes you cringe. “I… counted.”

Small and shy, almost embarrassed. You glance back up at him. “Why?” You prod, and Jungkook’s cheek flush, palm stilling.

“Uh,” he starts. “I was nervous? That you two were in it for the long run. And I, I don’t know. It was easier to just count,” he lamely finishes, and his dangly earring whips around with him when he avidly avoids your gaze.

You sigh, catch his hand in yours. “Tae and I would have never lasted,” you tell him, remembering all the times the guy made you pick him up from one night stands in the last few years. “He wasn’t who I wanted.”

His foot jumps, toe tapping against the wheel of the car next to you. He wants to ask, you know he does, but Jungkook was quite possibly the only other person on this planet who could overthink something more than you.

Deciding to ease his worries, you give his hand a squeeze. “It was you,” you confess, feel like an elephant lands straight on your chest. “It is you,” you correct.

His forehead knocks against yours, hard, and you hiss at the bump that probably forms. “What the fu—“

“Tell me it’s not temporary,” Jungkook pleads, eyes crinkled in worry. You’re going cross eyed from trying to look at him like this, so you flit your eyes off somewhere to the side. His hand is heavy in yours. “Tell me you’re not just doing this for closure, or because you want to see what it would have been like, please,” he begs, “that would be so fucked up, because I’m so in love with you I actually think I might die.”

The dramatic confession makes you painfully warm. You nod, your lower lip trembling at the way he looks at you, like you single-handedly controlled this entire world with a flick of your wrist. “I-I love you too,” you parrot back, the first time you’ve ever said it, the millionth time you’ve ever thought it.

Jungkook visibly relaxes, pulls away from you to drop his head on your shoulder instead. Your legs are starting to cramp from the tight crouching position, ankles wobbly in your heels. His hair smells good still, despite the hours he’s probably spent beneath a car, and you gingerly pat the back of his head.

“I love you,” he murmurs, and you repeat it. “I love you,” he says again, and you repeat it. “I lov—“

“Me, yes, I’ve heard,” you cut him off, smile at the snort he releases, and when he turns his head, his lips brush against your neck. You’re instantly thrown back a few weeks, to that night on the couch with the limited edition Shrek 2 cups and the wine; the gentle touches that left you trembling for weeks. You inhale quickly, grabbing him by the shoulders and pushing him away.

His eyes are too soft, face too relaxed as he stares at you. “My legs hurt,” you tell him, quickly getting up. You whirl around, facing the car and digging through your purse like you suddenly have something to do.

“Oh,” you gasp, watch two arms wind around your waist, the dirty red jumpsuit contrasting against the tweed material of your high-end Chanel jacket. Jungkook sighs lovingly by your ear, snuggles his face into your neck. “W-we should go out,” you blurt, nerves jumping when he squeezes tighter, burrows closer. “To celebrate!”

Jungkook hums. “Yeah?” His voice is too low. You’re in trouble. “Celebrate what?”

You squirm, breath catching in your throat when he presses you closer against the hood of the car. “Um,” you shakily exhale, hands splaying out over the sleek surface of the black hood to steady yourself. It’s so shiny you can almost see your reflection. “U-Us!” You finally manage to exclaim.

A kiss against the side of your neck, and your spirit just about exits your body. Your knees feel weak, and you're just about ready to throw another mediocre excuse his way, when something warm and wet traces up the column of your neck. “Kook!” You gasp.

“Shh,” he murmurs, deep voice instantly soothing over your nerves. His hips nudge against your behind, and you jump at the bulge that presses against your lower back. One hand unwraps from around you, gliding down your arm sensually until he’s trapping your fingers on the hood of the car with his own. A swift kiss against your ear. “You owe me, remember?”

You flush, remember the filthy promises your list-addled brain has spewed that night at your house, the almost erratic development of your thoughts as you became consumed in the thought of him. Reminisce on the prod of his fingers against your cunt, his hot breath against your ear.

Suddenly, Jungkook whirls you around, traps you with his gaze as two hands flutter to rest on the small of your back. He’s looking down at you with those lovesick eyes, hooded with lust as they trace over the dip of your Cupid’s bow. “You’ll do that for me, won’t you?” A soft brush of his mouth against yours, pouty lips guiding you through a kiss, until you’re sighing against him, and he’s pulling away.

Numbly, you nod, almost hypnotized by the soft smirk that overtakes his features as he pushes you down, watches you sink to your knees before him. The concrete feels cold and hard beneath your knees. His jumpsuit is knotted around his waist, and you shakily unravel it, the elastic waistband staring you in the face afterwards.

“Take your time,” Jungkook croons, hand coming to rest on the side of your face, knuckles brushing over your skin delicately.

You tug it down, and one flash of that underwear band has your nerves flying out the window. You shove his t-shirt out of the way, let your hands trail over the ridges of his abdomen in your haste. He helps you by tugging it over his head. With that gone, his black boxers stare you in the face, and you yank those down with no hesitation.

“Jesus, baby,” Jungkook chuckles, though it’s choked off when you grasp his engorged cock in his hand. You should be surprised, marveling at the sight, considering it’s the first time you’ve ever seen him like this. But you brain is working overtime, too immersed in the vein that runs alongside it and the tip that throbs back at you. Later you can worship it, you think. Right now, you needed it down your throat.

The tip is flaming and swollen, his cock still growing plump in your hold, your hands slowly dragging up and down the length. You lean forward, press a gentle kiss below the mushroom head, trail kisses down the length until you're meeting your knuckles, and trail them back again. Jungkook sucks in a tight breath, leans to rest his palms on the car behind you, as he watches you on him.

A head of precum escapes, and you lunge for it, swirl your tongue in and around the slit on his cock, until his entire body tenses up. “Fuck,” he grunts, watches you ease his cock into your mouth. You groan at the stretch, the drag against the corners of your lips making your eyes roll backwards. “___, baby, a little more?” He asks, voice hoarse as he watches you sink down further on his cock.

You comply, close your eyes and focus on relaxing your throat. There’s a hand on the back of your head, impatiently pushing you down his length. “Shit,” he cries, unconsciously ruts against you. You gag, and he shushes you with a caress against your cheek. “Sorry,” he huffs, “just a little more for me, okay?”

Eyes squeezed shut tightly, you let him push you down until his cock hits the back of your throat and you can’t take anymore. The prod against your throat has tears springing to your eyes. “Gonna move now,” Jungkook announces, thumb brushing away the tears that collect in the corners. “Be good.”

He drags himself out, your saliva coating every inch of him, and when just the tip is resting on your tongue, he shoves back in. You whimper, palms digging into his thighs. Jungkook brushes a hand down your hair, soothes you for all of two seconds before he’s pulling out and doing it all over again. He picks up the pace, loses himself in the feeling of your hot mouth around him, tongue dragging over his cock.

The feeling in your throat burns, each thrust of his hips against your mouth making your jaw more and more sore. But god, it feels good to have him so close, his scent swarming your sense, groans like music to your ears. You want to please him, want him to feel as good as you did at your place. You want it even more now that you know how he feels, know he’s probably thought about this before.

A brutal thrust has you gagging, throat contracting around his length. “Shh,” Jungkook sighs, the fingers buried in your hair flattening out to run over your head. “Doing so good for me, beautiful.”

You bask in the praise, let a hand flutter down to the apex of your thighs, pressing down to relieve some of the pressure. Jungkook groans, rolls his hips against you and keeps you there for a second. Your throat spasms, his dick pressed hotly against it, and you feel your panties grow embarrassingly sticky. Eventually, he draws back out.

“You like this?” He hums, rutting against you faster now, nose brushing against the sparse hairs on his pelvis with every slam of his hips. You nod around a gag, eyes clouding with tears, lips slippery with saliva and precum. One particular thrust is so hard, it nearly sends you knocking back into the car, Jungkook’s hand on the back of your head barely saving you. “Fucking hell,” he spits, “look so pretty with my cock shoved down your throat, princess.”

You moan around him, feel a subtle twitch against your tongue before he’s pulling himself out. “Shit,” he cursed, pushing you away as he goes to grab his own dick in his hand, tugging at it like a madman. “Wh-Where?” He asks, and you stare dumbly at the sight of him playing with himself, almost don’t realize he’s asking you a question.

You take too long, scramble for words too long, and even if you did have one your throat is far too sensitive yo answer. Jungkook grows impatient. Pulling you closer by the collar of your Chanel suit jacket, tugging it open until the flimsy buttons snap, and the tank top you wore beneath comes into view. He aims the tip of his cock towards your sternum, and a few jacks later, he’s coming, cum spurting against your chest. You watch the cum trail down between the valley of your breasts, until the feeling comes to rest against the inside wire of your bra, sticky and gross, sliding along the underside of your boobs. “Shit,” Jungkook repeats, eyes furrowed over you.

Your knees ache, and you nearly trip when you stand up, steadying yourself against the side of the car. Jungkook seems to regain his sense by then, hand trailing around your waist. You meet his eye, and almost immediately turn away, the blood in your face rapidly rising.

Jungkook laughs. “Don’t get shy on me now,” he teases, gets too close and your noses bump. “Sorry,” he smiles, too shiny and bright for the sinful acts you just committed in an auto shop.

“Put your dick away,” you huff, let him nuzzle closer to you, and when he doesn’t move to tuck himself into his pants, you go do it for him.

Jungkook frowns, swats your hand away. “This dick has places to be,” he informs you, and you scoff.

“Refractory period,” you remind him, and he rolls his eyes.

“Well I’m not exactly gonna stick it in you this instant,” he drawls. “Gotta stretch you out first.”

You go to complain, tell him he doesn’t have to over exert himself. Truthfully, with Jungkook you feel like one good session was enough to sustain you for weeks. After last time, your skin had flowed for an entire week. But then his hand is slithering up your backside, sneaking under your skirt to grab a handful of your ass.

There’s quickly drying drool collecting at the corners of your mouth, saliva from when he’d fucked your throat just a few moments prior, that he kisses away. His mouth slots over yours, and your heart and pussy both flutter at the kiss.

It’s gentle and sweet for all of ten seconds, his mouth moving against yours until you feel the wet press of his tongue against your bottom lip, tracing along until you open your mouth. He wastes no time shoving his tongue past your lips, letting it dance with yours as he pulls you closer, hands gripping the globes of your ass. You let him lick his way into your mouth, more and more saliva catching in the corners of your mouth until he’s pulling away with a wet pop.

He pulls away, doesn’t stray too far, proud smirk crossing his features at the sight of your slicked lips. “You liked that, didn’t you?”

“Huh?” You ask dumbly, tongue mindlessly swiping over your lips.

Jungkook’s eyes track the movement. “The saliva,” he clarifies. “The spit. You liked it at your place too,” he reminisces, moving in on you again. “Liked watching me slobber and spit all over your body. Isn’t that right, baby?”

You blush, discreetly rub your thighs together. “I-I do,” you admit, willing the warmth of your face away because at this distance he must certainly feel it.

Jungkook nods, doesn’t say anything else as he captures your lips a second time. He doesn’t bother with the gentle prodding anymore, jumping straight into tongue right away. He’s messier, letting his saliva coat your lips and drip down your mouth, and as messy as it is, you love it. You whimper when he pulls away, but gasp when his hand tugs at the hair by the nape of your neck, pulling you back until you’re looking up at him.

“Open,” he murmurs, and you do, tongue pressing against your bottom lip.

It should be disgusting, the rev of his throat, the sound of his saliva collecting, and the way his jaw shifts when he’s got enough. It should be filthy, the way he shoots it down your open lips, the way it splatters against the back of your throat. It should be gross, but god do you love it. “Swallow,” Jungkook commands, and you do, feel his spit drip down your throat like it’s your own, whimpering at the feeling. A quirk of his lips. “Good girl.”

You have to bite down the pride that grows in your chest.

Jungkook’s hands continue their mapping out of your behind, eventually ending with a hard squeeze that has you squealing. Automatically, your back arches in surprise, breasts pressing against Jungkook’s chest. He smirks down at you.

“Bet you taste good,” he says, pressing a kiss against your cheek. “Let me taste?”

“Please,” you beg, nearly losing your shit when he lifts you up onto the car, the cool metal making you jump, heel on your foot nearly kicking the side view mirror clean off. “Wait, Jungkook,” you sputter, glancing down at the sleek metal. “This is someone’s car.”

Jungkook ignores you, pushes your legs apart to slot himself between them. His palms run up your legs, over your thighs, until they’re toying with the hem of your skirt. Mocha eyes glance up at you, as if daring you to question him again, so you promptly zip your lips shut. The skirt goes, ever so slowly, over your thighs, bunches up at your waist until he’s staring at your lace panties.

He presses a kiss against the inside of your thigh, nose faintly brushing against your skin. The kisses trail over your skin, until he’s hovering over your panties, and he’s staring like a man starved. He gives no warning, suddenly leaning down to press his mouth over your party-clad folds, nose flush against your clit. “Kook!” You squeak, hands flying to clutch at his hair.

Jungkook mouths at you, drags his tongue against your panties until they’re soaked in both your essence and his saliva, just how you like. A hand slithers around your leg, wrapping around until he’s got a firm grip on it that he uses to hold it open.

“J-Just take them off,” you gasp, squirm when his mouth moves towards your clit, lapping against you. “Please,” you cry.

He doesn’t.

Jungkook tortures you with those kitten licks, muted through your panties, until you’re begging him to stop, to take them off and do it right. He loves it, you can tell, dazzling smile peeking up at you every time you tug against his hair, until finally, he’s had enough.

The underwear comes off, dangling uselessly by your ankle, and then the show really begins.

“Wait,” you choke, head falling back against the hood of the car when he finally gets his mouth on you, suctioning his lips around your swollen clit. The niggling reminder that this is some stranger’s car he’s eating you out on rings in your brain, and perhaps that’s what makes it more exciting.

His mouth is warm, tongue flicking over your sensitive bud like it’s candy and he needs the sugar. The sounds are so loud and wet, the squelching of your pussy every time he pulls off a pop that resounds throughout the garage. He pampers your clit for what seems like hours, switching the movements of his tongue every time he gets the chance until you’re quivering.

When you think he’s done, he’s not.

Fingers slide up your thigh, featherlight, as they reach your drenched cunt. They drag over your lips, and you mewl, feeling the muscles jump and tighten at his touches. “Jungkook, please,” you moan, rolling your hips against him, but it’s hard and everytime you move, you feel the sweat on your skin weigh you down, glued to the metal beneath you.

The first finger breaches you, just the tip of his index slowly wiggling inside. You muffle a moan in your palm, and Jungkook pulls away with a huff. “No hiding,” he warns, slowly lowering back to your cunt with a stern glare. You nod, but can’t help it when his second finger pushes its way in and you bite down on your knuckles.

“Oh,” You sob, body quivering as he begins scissoring his two fingers inside you. With your attention focused on the digits sheathed inside you, he pulls away from your clit, bestowing one final kiss against it that has your foot kicking out wildly. “Th-there.” His other hand catches your palm in his, presses it against the metal by your head.

Jungkook smiles, curls his fingers around until he finds the soft spot inside you that turns you to jelly. “There we go, beautiful,” he purrs, pushing himself to his full height, leaning over your trembling form. “So sweet for me,” he sighs, licks his lips like he’s remembering your taste.

“I'm gonna,” you choke, become hypnotized by the dark cloud in his gaze, the arrogant smirk on his lips. He curls his fingers, palm brushing against your abandoned clit. The touch makes you jump, nerves tingling.

“Cum for me,” he encourages, silky tone swarming your head as your pleasure slowly washes over you. It’s probably the most relaxed orgasm you’ve had in your entire life, his low voice and delighted eyes guiding you through it, until your entire body clenches, dissolving in a puddle of contentment. Your arousal surges around his fingers, trickling down onto the metal.

“Oh, Jungkook,” you pant, overwhelmed from the touches and the kisses. Jungkook’s smile gets swallowed by your greedy mouth, desperate for more kisses now that he’s made you feel like this.

The kisses only placate him for so long, and when he presses his body against yours, there’s an awfully hard cock that slides against your dripping cunt. “Think you can go again, gorgeous?” He murmurs against your jaw, nipping at the skin on the way down. You nod, eyes falling shut at the warmth you feel in your bones.

Jungkook kisses your neck one last time, before leaning back once more to line himself up.

This was a scene straight from your teenage fantasies, a dripping, shirtless Jungkook at full mast between your thighs, looking at you so lovingly. It makes your heart thunder, imagining how long you could have been doing this if you weren’t both so stupid. As if reading your thoughts, Jungkook rubs a palm over your thigh, eyebrow quirked. You nod his concern away, squirm closer until the tip of his cock nudges against your hole.

“Fuck,” Jungkook sighs, moving his hands to your hips as he slowly pushes in. His fingers, bless their intentions, could have never prepared you for the size of Jungkook’s cock, thick and veiny as it pushes inside. You whimper, clawing at the hands on your waist that stop you from impaling yourself on it fully. “Waited so long for this.”

“Then fucking do it,” you beg, nearly pass out when he shoves in harshly at your tone. “J-Jung—“

“I got you, baby,” he assures you, jostles you until you’re flush against his cock, clit brushing against his pelvis. Your back arches, and Jungkook slips his arm around you, the other lingering on your waist.

Every subtle shift has him brushing along your swollen clit, and you sob at the sensation, begging him to move. He complies, changes his stance to make it easier, and finally begins thrusting into your throbbing pussy.

“So good,” he huffs, eyes zeroed in on where the two of you meet. You would have looked too, if your body hadn’t felt so completely boneless beneath him, the grinding of his cock sending shocks of pleasure up your spine. “So pretty and mine.”

“Yours,” you choke, heart swelling in your chest at his words. It’s almost animalistic, the way he ducks down to bite at your neck, like some animal staking its claim, and you like it. You like it because it’s all you ever dreamed of for so long. “Faster, Kook,” you urge, wrapping your arms around him.

He does as you say, slow and careful thrusts transitioning into a fast piston that would have had you bouncing out of his reach if he wasn’t holding you so tightly. “Fuck,” he chokes, lost in the way you clench around him, lips dragging against his cock with each thrust. “Baby,” he grunts, sweat trailing down his temple, eyes furrowed shut. Eventually, his head falls into the crook of your neck, his weight pressing down on you uncomfortably, subtle ridges on the hood making you ache. At this point, you’re too far gone to care. “All I ever wanted,” he gasps.

You could cry, right now and he’d pull out right away, big heart fretting over your emotional well-being. Which is exactly why you hold your emotions in, let yourself get fully immersed in the feeling of Jungkook pounding you against some stranger’s car and not the inevitable emotional crash you’ll have later.

He fucks like he’s waited all his life for this, and you guess he sort of has if what he’s saying is true. You have no doubt it is, and when his lips suck a mark against your neck, you feel like you’re in heaven. “Almost,” you pant, legs wrapping around his waist tightly. Jungkook nods, his hair tickling your jaw and neck, as he picks up the pace. Your cunt swallows him up every single time, suctions him in until he’s shaking, and so are you.

It can only last for so long, your heart and body eventually reaching their peak, and you unravel. His arms are there to catch you, to pick up the pieces and hold you together. You want to cry, you really do, and when the coil in your stomach snaps, you finally do. “I love you,” you sob, and Jungkook shudders, glances at your tear-struck face to push himself off.

“Love you too,” he mumbles, grinds his cock against your spasming folds one last time, and comes mid-thrust, cum spurting inside you. He holds you, just like you knew he would, as you come down from your highs, hot breath fanning across your skin.

You feel warm, loved, and in love, body trembling in sensitivity afterwards. He’s pulled out since, soothingly rubbing a hand against your side. You’d like to say you wouldn’t be anywhere else, but one shift reminds you of where you are.

“Shit,” you groan, taking in your surroundings before letting your head fall back against the hood. Jungkook hums, round eyes looking your way. “We really just confessed and had sex on some stranger’s car.”

Jungkook snorts, leans away just the slightest to look you in the eye. He’s lost in thought, chocolate irises swirling as they drink you in. “Say thanks to Taehyung,” he finally says.

You roll your eyes, and when you shift beneath him, your sweaty skin sticks uncomfortably against the metal hood. “Yeah, let me thank Taehyung for dating me for three days and awakening your crush,” you huff sarcastically, resigning yourself to your new life stuck against the hood of some classic automobile from the 50s. Jungkook laughs, tucks himself back into his underwear. “Thanks Taehyung, for your noble sacrifice ten years ago that allowed me to fuck Jungkook on some stranger’s car—“

Jungkook hums, snuggles closer to you. “Tae’s car.”

“—after confessing our—Taehyung’s car?” You shriek, sitting up with the strength of three football players, Jungkook toppling off you. “Oh my god. No.” Jungkook rubs his elbow where he knocked it against the hood, looks at you with solemn eyes. Slowly, a smirk crawls over his features. “No,” you gasp, mortification crawling up your spine. “We didn’t.”

He tugs you off the car, tugs your skirt down when you wobble on unsteady heels. “Yup,” he says, pops the end of the word like a child. “Say hello to Taehyung’s new car!” He exclaims, patting the hood you just defiled. “Straight from the car auction he went to this morning,” he beams.

“Oh my god,” you groan, covering your face with your hands when you finally spot the puddles of... something on the black hood. “This is terrible.”

Jungkook ignores you, wipes up the mess with some napkins from his takeout bag, but there’s already some that's dried, only fueling your mortification. “Not like he’ll find out,” he shrugs, then narrows his eyes at you. “Or will he?”

“No!” You stutter, carefully rounding the car as if inspecting it for any more signs of the treacherous things you and Jungkook did on or around it. “I-I won’t tell him.”

“Uh huh,” Jungkook teases, settles on that rolling stool and pushes himself towards you. There’s a hand easing itself around your waist, tugging you between open legs. Still in shock, your hands flutter around his neck, muscle memory causing you to immediately begin massaging the skin there.

Jungkook sighs into the touch, eyes falling shut. “Too bad Jimin’s not here,” he sighs, and you visibly see his nose grow in arrogance.

“What? Why should Jimin be here?” You ask, pushing your fingers against the knots in his neck.

Jungkook levels you with an unimpressed, one-eyed glare. He scoffs, “maybe you are as dumb ad Taehyung says.” And then, “hey!” when you tug his ear. He isn’t upset, just tugs you closer until his face is buried against your stomach. “You know country folk like him marry on the spot right?”

“What are you even saying,” you huff, burying your hands in the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging his head back to properly look at him. “Why do you care who Jimin marries?” He doesn’t bother answering.

Instead, Jungkook sighs into the touch, an easygoing smile thrown your way, and for a moment you forget about the trauma Taehyung will have when he inevitably learns about this. “This is the life.”

#goldenclosetnet #ksmutclub #networkbangtan #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook smut #jjk smut #jungkook fic #mine

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thedevilsmemes · 4 years ago

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PINTEREST QUOTES I USE IN MY MUSINGS BOARDS ~ A SENTENCE MEME - PART 2

Change pronouns as / when needed to preferred pronoun.

“I do not do justice, I do damage. I do not do empathy, I do damage. I do not do forgiveness, I do damage. I do not do mercy, I do damage.”

“Like, you can boss me around in sexual situations but you better not try to tell me what to do in regular life.”

“I’m fine, I’ve had worse.”

“I’m meaner than my demons.”

“If I cannot bend Heaven, I will raise Hell.”

“Well, aren’t you a little ray of pitch black?”

“He was like a storm.”

“You want to play dirty? Fine, let’s play dirty!”

{ feels an emotion. } “Who the fuck authorised this?!”

“What the fuck? What the fuck is this? What the fuck?”

“Judge if you want. We are all going to die. I intend to deserve it.”

“Goddamn right you should be scared of me.”

“They wanted a monster; I decided to give them one.”

“Seduce and destroy.”

“What the fuck is intimacy? How does that work? Letting… people be close to you? What the fuck?”

“You couldn’t kill me if you tried for one hundred years.”

“I’ll do this my way.”

“I am severely emotionally unstable.”

“What, from the bottom of the heart, the fuck?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t take any orders. I barely take suggestions.”

“I send my best regards from Hell.”

“I like my coffee how I like myself: Dark, bitter and too hot for you.”

“Me and God, we don’t get along.”

“Be brave, Angel.”

“Self care is drinking three pots of coffee and getting into a knife fight with God.”

{ takes gulp of vodka straight from the bottle } “My day was fine.”

“Have I stabbed you? No. Then I am being nice.”

“Holy Shit! I’M the demon living in my house.”

“Sir, that’s my emotional support knife collection.”

“I want an ancient elaborate dagger with my name engraved into the blade as a gift. The only romantic gesture.”

“ ‘Are you a top or a bottom?’ I'm a threat!”

“Stop being so defensive! I’m just trying to hit you with weapons.”

“The more knives you have the more valid you are.”

“She’s strong but she’s exhausted.”

“She loves moonlight and rainstorms and so many other things that have soul.”

“My darling, you can’t see it can you? How like the moon you are. Both of you so timid in yourselves; hiding pieces from the world. Then, there are those rare moments when you are both full, and it becomes hard to look away. You are beautiful.”

“Calm her chaos but never silence her storm.”

“She wears strength and darkness equally well. That girl has always been half Goddess, half Hell.”

“She has been through Hell, so believe me when I say, fear her when she looks into the fire and smiles.”

“She’s proof that you can walk through Hell and still be an angel.”

“She is both hellfire and holy water. And the flavour you taste depends on how you treat her.”

“Even the mountains can not hold all you have been carrying.”

“Storm with skin.”

“She’s thunderstorms”

“Kindness is a language that the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”

“Sometimes it takes only one act of kindness and caring to change a person’s life.”

“You have a heart of gold.”

“Butterflies are the Heaven-sent kisses of an angel.”

“She who is brave is free.”

“Clever as the Devil and twice as pretty.”

“Shut up. I wear heels bigger than your dick.”

“Girls who run in heels should be feared.”

“Family is everything to me.”

“She’s an old soul that believes in chivalry, romance, and love.”

“I hate getting flashbacks from things I don’t want to remember.”

“I run on coffee and grace.”

“I’m glad I’ve got boobs… the last thing I need is people making eye contact with me.”

“Tell me to put on my big girl panties one more time… and I’ll take off my thong and strangle you with it!”

“Please read all my posts in a sarcastic tone. You know, for full effect.”

“I have one nerve left and you’re dry-humping it, go away.”

“If I offend you, cry me a river. I’ll bring snacks and a raft. I will literally float down your tears, eating chips and working on my tan.”

“When she is happy, she can’t stop talking. When she is sad, she doesn’t say a word.”

“Music becomes my best friend when nobody else understands me.”

“Act like a lady, think like a boss.”

“I know I have friends but I feel I have no one to talk to about the shit that goes on in my head.”

“She was special. She combined a mean angel and a kind devil.”

“So much pain for someone so young.”

“She’s one of a kind.”

“Red lips and wine sips.”

“Brave girl, it’s time to love again.”

“She is intelligent.”

“Sometimes, when I say ‘I’m okay.’ I want someone to look me in the eyes, hug me tight, and say, ‘I know you’re not.’ ”

“Because I’m not the kind of girl guys fall in love with.”

“I fear I will spend my life, waiting for a love story that doesn’t exist.”

“You’re a woman, use it; bring every man you meet to his motherfucking knees.”

“She denies it but, the truth is, she’s falling in love with him.”

“Hearing your heels click on the floor sounds like power.”

“She loves deeply, regardless of the love she gets back in return and it’s both her biggest strength and biggest weakness…”

“Experience raised her. Hurt taught her. Neither defined her.”

“She was not fragile like a flower was, she was fragile like a bomb.”

“Life is short; make every hair flip count.”

“I’ve always been someone who looks ‘too deep’ into something or someone. That’s because I realised from a young age that there’s always more than what meets the eye.”

“If I say ‘first of all’ Run away because I have prepared research, data, charts, and will destroy you.”

“Underestimate me, that’ll be fun.”

“You think I’m sarcastic? You should hear what I don’t say!”

“She’s a combination of sensitive and savage.”

“Stay classy, sassy and a bit bad assy.”

“She’s battling things her smile will never tell you about.”

“Ain't you ever seen a princess be a bad bitch?”

“I was told I was dangerous… I asked why? They said ‘because you don’t need anyone.’ That’s when I smiled.”

“She’s been through hell and came out an angel. You didn’t break her darling, you don’t own that kind of power.”

“Watch me. I will go to my own sun and, if I am burned by the flames, I will fly on scorched wings.”

“Her messy hair is a visible attribute to her stubborn spirit. As she shakes it free, she smiles, knowing wild is her favourite colour.”

“She’s strong. But in the back of her mind she doesn’t think that she was meant to be this strong for this long. And she wonders if there is a man out there, somewhere, who understands this.”

“She’s not for everyone and she knows it. People find her different and strange. She dances in the rain, she laughs when she cries and loves through her pain. People fear the unknown and they never knew a girl like her.”

“Don’t tell a girl with fire in her veins and hurricane bones what she should and shouldn’t do. In the blink of an eye, she will shatter that ridiculous cage you attempt to build around her beautiful bohemian spirit.”

“You provoke her until she roars and then get upset at her for becoming the monster you created.”

“Rip out his ego with your fresh nails.”

“She isn’t the sunrise; she’s the fucking sun.”

“You can’t touch a woman who can wear pain like the grandest of diamonds around her neck.”

“Watch your tongue around her. She will bear her fangs and tear you apart with all the grace of a Queen.”

“If you won’t embrace her madness, then you’ll never taste her magic.”

“Beauty may be dangerous but intelligence is lethal.”

“She is water. Powerful enough to drown you, soft enough to cleanse you, deep enough to save you.”

“Heavy is the crown and yet she wears it as if it were a feather. There is strength in her heart, determination in her eyes and the will to survive resides within her soul.”

“I wish that I could say that I am a light that never goes out, but I flicker from time to time.”

“Spoil me with loyalty. I can finance myself.”

“Shoutout to all the people with brown hair and brown eyes! We basic as fuck but we cute!”

“I feel a nap coming on.”

“Is horny an emotion?”

“I just really like thigh-highs.”

“Even though she looks innocent, she is really a perverted demon.”

“She didn’t sob or wail. Her pain was horribly discreet but as persistent and almost as silent as bleeding from an unstitched wound.”

“I don’t rise from the ashes, I make them. I’m the whole fucking fire.”

“Beautiful but destructive.”

“I’m aiming for the ‘she’s a badass and cute as hell but I wouldn’t touch her without asking’ look.”

“Loving me must be so fucking hard and I’m so sorry.”

“Some women are lost in the fire. Some women are built from it.”

“You glow differently when you’re actually happy.”

“She’s magic, that one.”

“Kicked out of Hell.”

“Red hair: the crown you never take off.”

“You’ve got a fire inside.”

“She doesn’t need a warrior, she is one. What she needs is a devout heart, and strong arms to hold her after her battles are won.”

“You are the love that came without warning: You had my heart before I could say no.”

“You want battle? I’ll give you war.”

“True evil is, above all things, seductive.”

“The Devil’s got nothing on me, my friend.”

“Haven’t I fallen far enough?”

“I’m not like them, but I can pretend.”

“I don’t like being told what to do.”

“Now I grow wings and rage, and learn how to kill.”

“Life is tough, my darling, but so are you.”

“Though she be little, she be fierce.”

“I know what this is; It’s just myself, talking to myself, about myself.”

“You underestimate my power.”

#roleplay memes #rp memes #roleplay sentence starters #sentence starters #rp starters #sentence memes

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genevievemd · 4 years ago

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The Ultimatum

A/N: Alright, So I am PISSED after that chapter. We are going backwards in our relationship and I ain’t having it lol. So here’s some angry angst for your reading pleasure or displeasure. Probably displeasure cause this is gonna hurt. Grab your tissues, my dudes. I have done us dirty.

Takes place the night of Edenbrook closing, before we see Leland outside our apartment.

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x MC (Genevieve McClure)

It’s impossible to know what the future will bring...But I can see as far as tomorrow.

Ethan’s words have been floating around in her head all night, like an echo in a never ending cave. To anyone else, it may have just been a statement on the uncertainty after Edenbrook has finally closed its doors. But Genevieve knows better, to her it’s more. Another sign of Ethan’s refusal to commit, go back on his word and leave her in the dark.

She had assumed after his very public outing of their relationship at the gala that they would simply fall into each other. Start their relationship and no longer have to hide behind secret glances and hidden touches. But the past five months have proven her wrong, there was no sign of commitment, no gesture taken or word spoken that proved to her that he wanted this. That he wanted her.

She’s been sitting outside his building for at least the last hour, fiddling with the idea of going upstairs. She wants answers, wants some sort of sign that she means something to him. She had called Sienna when she first arrived, asked for advice but it didn’t help. Didn’t stop the anger and fear from bubbling up. It was like a weight on her chest, pushing her down into the darkness of uncertainty and heartbreak.

With a breath she stands and makes her way into the high rise, using the code to unlock the lobby doors. Her confidence gets her into the elevator and to his front door. But she stops, hand raised to knock but seemingly stuck in limbo. Much like their relationship. Genevieve takes one final deep breath before knocking, waiting on bated breath for the man that would either make her whole or break her heart.

“Genevieve?”

“Can I come in?”

He doesn’t answer, simply opens the door wider. Her steps were determined, focused. She was here for one reason and one reason only.

“Do you want a drink or..” Genevieve hears him close the door behind her before moving to stand in front of her.

“I’m not staying, I just needed to say something.”

“Do you want to sit?” She can see the worry on his face at her refusal to go any farther than the door step.

“No. Just stand there, please.”

She takes a breath to settle her rage, to try and hide it the best she can, but the look on his face says he sees right through her attempts and straight into the fire that’s surely blazing in her eyes. “You said something today and I can’t stop thinking about it. I can’t stop replaying the last 6 months, honestly. And I - I can’t keep doing this, Ethan. One minute you tell me that you’re afraid to lose me, afraid to let me out of your sight. Then the next you act like nothing has changed. Then we go to a mountain resort and you basically tell me you want to be in a relationship but only in secret. Then you kiss me in front of the entire goodman hospital. And now...I don’t understand.”

“Gen-” He moves to touch her, but she steps back. Hand raised in defiance. She knows if he touches her, she’ll lose her nerve. Fall back into his arms and right back into the cycle of non-commitment.

“Don’t. Just don’t.” She can feel the tears in here eyes, burning like the fire in the pit of her stomach. A fury she’s never felt before. “You said to me once that there was no such thing as a romantic relationship between an attending and a resident. That it was nothing more than lust fueled by spending so much time together. Is that what I am to you? Just some resident you can fuck? Because if I’m nothing more than a game piece to you, a way to get your rocks off tell me now. So we can end this before I -”

She can’t bring herself to look at him, to see whether there is truth in his eyes. “You keep going back and forth and I’m exhausted, Ethan. I’m so tired. One minute you want me, then the next you’re saying you can’t see a future with me.”

“That’s not what I said.”

“No you said you can’t see past tomorrow. Which to me sounds like you don’t care enough about this, about me, to picture a future. You really don’t see us together next week? Or next month? Next year?”

“I- Can we just sit down and talk about this, please?” There’s a brokenness in his voice, a whisper of hurt and it crushes her already fragile heart. She never wants to be the one to cause him pain.

“No. No more talking, no more sitting. No.” She backs up until her back is pressed against his front door. “I love you, Ethan. I’m in love with you and I have absolutely no idea how you feel about me. I have no idea what I even am to you. A fuck buddy? Your girlfriend? A play thing? The woman you love?”

The tears are free flowing now, rushing out of her like a waterfall.

“Did you just come over here to fight?” There’s venom in his voice and rage in his eyes. Like a predator that’s been pushed into corner and the only way out is to fight.

“No! I came here because I need you to make a choice. Right now. Commit to this fucking relationship or I’m out. I can’t keep going around in a circle like this, I can’t take it anymore. So you have a choice to make, Ethan. I’m leaving the ball in your court because I’m done chasing you around. You know what I want and where I stand. So you either need to break things off and let me go or prove to me that I mean something to you. That this relationship means something to you.”

“Genevieve.” He reaches for her again, taking a few steps forward until they’re only inches apart.

She can see the pain in his eyes, the fear creeping into the features of his face. Their breathes are shallow and small. Like they’re both afraid that anything more will be their undoing and it very well may be.

“Make your choice, Ethan.”

“You can’t just march in here, give me an ultimatum, and then expect an answer right away.”

“Yes, I can. Because if the roles were reversed I wouldn’t even hesitate. There’s no question for me, on whether or not I see a future with you. On whether or not I want to be with you. But clearly there is for you.” Genevieve wipes the tears from cheek, it feels like her heart is breaking. Crushed into a million tiny pieces that make it too hard to be whole again.

“It’s not that simple.” His voice is no more than a whisper, a plea given in a moment of desperation.

“Yes it is.” Genevieve reaches for the door handle, hands shaking and vision blurry. She opens the door with a deep breath, turning to face him, for what could be the last time. “Call me when you have an answer.”

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a/n: I’m so sorry. I have wounded us all. brb gonna go restart the books so I can feel joy again. (also do you want me to do a part 2? with ethan’s answer? I mean we all know what his answer will be, but I will gladly write it for us lol)

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Glee Soundtrack Rating Project Results: sugarcarnation

@sugarcarnation

Favourite character: Kurt Hummel

Least favourite character: Will Schuester

Favourite season: Season 2

Least favourite season: Season 3

Mean song rating: 6.5

Mean song rating for favourite character's songs: 7.41

Mean song rating for favourite character's solos: 7.29

Mean song rating season 1: 6.17

Mean song rating season 2: 6.58

Mean song rating season 3: 6.66

Mean song rating season 4: 6.52

Mean song rating season 5: 6.65

Mean song rating season 6: 6.25

Songs rated: 693

[ID: A bar chart titled Number of songs assigned each rating by sugarcarnation, illustrating the number of times each score was assigned to a song by sugarcarnation. 10 was assigned 21 times, 9 was assigned 47 times, 8 was assigned 99 times, 7 was assigned 168 times, 6 was assigned 163 times, 5 was assigned 164 times, 4 was assigned 18 times, 3 was assigned 8 times, 2 was assigned 3 times, 1 was assigned 2 times, and 9 songs were not rated.]

About the Project | Results Masterpost

Ranking:

1. (10) - S1x15 - 4 Minutes

2. (10) - S1x20 - Bad Romance

3. (10) - S2x04 - Happy Days Are Here Again/Get Happy

4. (10) - S2x10 - Baby, It's Cold Outside

5. (10) - S2x13 - Take Me or Leave Me

6. (10) - S2x18 - As If We Never Said Goodbye

7. (10) - S2x18 - I Feel Pretty/Unpretty

8. (10) - S2x22 - For Good

9. (10) - S3x06 - Rumour Has It/Someone Like You

10. (10) - S3x11 - Bad

11. (10) - S3x14 - Cough Syrup

12. (10) - S3x18 - Not the Boy Next Door

13. (10) - S3x18 - Shake It Out

14. (10) - S3x21 - Paradise By the Dashboard Light

15. (10) - S4x04 - Teenage Dream (Acoustic)

16. (10) - S4x04 - The Scientist

17. (10) - S4x05 - Hopelessly Devoted to You

18. (10) - S5x11 - I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For

19. (10) - S5x12 - Defying Gravity

20. (10) - S5x18 - Wake Me Up

21. (10) - S6x11 - Take Me to Church

22. (9) - S1x13 - Don't Rain on My Parade

23. (9) - S1x15 - Like a Virgin

24. (9) - S1x15 - Like a Prayer

25. (9) - S1x17 - Total Eclipse of the Heart

26. (9) - S1x17 - Run Joey Run

27. (9) - S1x19 - I Dreamed a Dream

28. (9) - S1x21 - Another One Bites the Dust

29. (9) - S1x22 - Don't Stop Believing (Regionals)

30. (9) - S1x22 - To Sir, With Love

31. (9) - S1x22 - Any Way You Want It/Lovin' Touchin' Squeezin'

32. (9) - S2x11 - Thriller/Heads Will Roll

33. (9) - S2x17 - Ain't No Way

34. (9) - S2x18 - Born This Way

35. (9) - S2x20 - I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How to Dance with You

36. (9) - S2x21 - My Man

37. (9) - S3x01 - Anything Goes/Anything You Can Do

38. (9) - S3x01 - You Can't Stop the Beat

39. (9) - S3x03 - It's All Over

40. (9) - S3x08 - Buenos Aires

41. (9) - S3x11 - Smooth Criminal

42. (9) - S3x16 - More Than a Woman

43. (9) - S3x17 - My Love Is Your Love

44. (9) - S3x17 - So Emotional

45. (9) - S4x02 - Boys/Boyfriend

46. (9) - S4x02 - 3

47. (9) - S4x04 - Don't Speak

48. (9) - S4x08 - Let's Have a Kiki/Turkey Lurkey Time

49. (9) - S4x08 - Home/Homeward Bound

50. (9) - S4x09 - Don't Dream It's Over

51. (9) - S4x09 - All That Jazz

52. (9) - S4x12 - Torn

53. (9) - S4x13 - Diva

54. (9) - S4x13 - Hung Up

55. (9) - S4x14 - We've Got Tonite

56. (9) - S4x16 - I Still Believe/Super Bass

57. (9) - S5x04 - Wide Awake

58. (9) - S5x06 - Just the Way You Are

59. (9) - S5x09 - Every Breath You Take

60. (9) - S5x09 - Brave

61. (9) - S5x09 - Breakaway

62. (9) - S5x10 - Gloria

63. (9) - S5x16 - Love Is a Battlefield

64. (9) - S5x20 - American Boy

65. (9) - S5x20 - Pompeii

66. (9) - S6x07 - Somebody Loves You

67. (9) - S6x11 - Listen to Your Heart

68. (9) - S6x12 - Popular

69. (8) - S1x05 - Maybe This Time

70. (8) - S1x06 - It's My Life/Confessions Part II

71. (8) - S1x06 - Halo/Walking On Sunshine

72. (8) - S1x07 - Hate On Me

73. (8) - S1x07 - Ride Wit Me

74. (8) - S1x07 - Keep Holding On

75. (8) - S1x09 - Defying Gravity

76. (8) - S1x10 - Lean On Me

77. (8) - S1x18 - Rose's Turn

78. (8) - S1x19 - Dream a Little Dream

79. (8) - S1x19 - Dream On

80. (8) - S1x22 - Bohemian Rhapsody

81. (8) - S2x01 - What I Did for Love

82. (8) - S2x02 - Me Against the Music

83. (8) - S2x04 - Le Jazz Hot

84. (8) - S2x05 - Touch a Touch a Touch a Touch Me

85. (8) - S2x05 - Sweet Transvestite

86. (8) - S2x06 - Teenage Dream

87. (8) - S2x07 - Singing In the Rain/Umbrella

88. (8) - S2x09 - Dog Days Are Over

89. (8) - S2x12 - When I Get You Alone

90. (8) - S2x14 - Don't You Want Me

91. (8) - S2x16 - Blackbird

92. (8) - S2x17 - I Follow Rivers

93. (8) - S2x19 - Don't Stop

94. (8) - S2x19 - Songbird

95. (8) - S2x20 - Jar of Hearts

96. (8) - S2x20 - Rolling in the Deep

97. (8) - S2x21 - Some People

98. (8) - S2x21 - Try a Little Tenderness

99. (8) - S2x21 - Back to Black

100. (8) - S2x22 - I Love New York/New York, New York

101. (8) - S3x01 - Ding-Dong! The Witch Is Dead

102. (8) - S3x06 - I Can't Go for That/You Make My Dreams Come True

103. (8) - S3x06 - Hit Me with Your Best Shot/One Way or Another

104. (8) - S3x07 - I Kissed a Girl

105. (8) - S3x07 - Constant Craving

106. (8) - S3x08 - Survivor/I Will Survive

107. (8) - S3x08 - We Are Young

108. (8) - S3x08 - ABC

109. (8) - S3x11 - Human Nature

110. (8) - S3x13 - Love Shack

111. (8) - S3x13 - Stereo Hearts

112. (8) - S3x14 - Fly/I Believe I Can Fly

113. (8) - S3x14 - Here's to Us

114. (8) - S3x14 - Stronger (What Doesn't Kill You)

115. (8) - S3x15 - Fighter

116. (8) - S3x16 - You Should Be Dancing

117. (8) - S3x16 - Disco Inferno

118. (8) - S3x17 - It's Not Right But It's Okay

119. (8) - S3x17 - I Have Nothing

120. (8) - S3x17 - How Will I Know

121. (8) - S3x18 - Cry

122. (8) - S3x19 - Take My Breath Away

123. (8) - S3x19 - Big Girls Don't Cry

124. (8) - S3x21 - Tongue Tied

125. (8) - S3x21 - We Are the Champions

126. (8) - S3x21 - Edge of Glory

127. (8) - S4x01 - New York State of Mind

128. (8) - S4x02 - Crazy/U Drive Me Crazy

129. (8) - S4x04 - Mine

130. (8) - S4x05 - Blow Me (One Last Kiss)

131. (8) - S4x06 - Beauty School Dropout

132. (8) - S4x06 - There Are Worse Things I Could Do

133. (8) - S4x09 - Being Alive

134. (8) - S4x11 - Locked Out of Heaven

135. (8) - S4x11 - I Don't Know How to Love Him

136. (8) - S4x12 - This Is the New Year

137. (8) - S4x14 - Just Can't Get Enough

138. (8) - S4x14 - Anything Could Happen

139. (8) - S4x15 - Shout

140. (8) - S4x15 - Come What May

141. (8) - S4x17 - Against All Odds (Take a Look at Me Now)

142. (8) - S4x21 - For Once in My Life

143. (8) - S5x01 - All You Need Is Love

144. (8) - S5x01 - Got to Get You Into My Life

145. (8) - S5x02 - Hey Jude

146. (8) - S5x03 - If I Die Young

147. (8) - S5x06 - Movin' Out (Anthony's Song)

148. (8) - S5x07 - Nasty/Rhythm Nation

149. (8) - S5x10 - Jumpin' Jumpin'

150. (8) - S5x11 - More Than a Feeling

151. (8) - S5x13 - Don't Stop Believin' (Season Five)

152. (8) - S5x14 - You Make Me Feel So Young

153. (8) - S5x15 - Colorblind

154. (8) - S5x15 - No One Is Alone

155. (8) - S5x20 - Shakin' My Head

156. (8) - S6x02 - Home

157. (8) - S6x03 - It's Too Late

158. (8) - S6x03 - Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow/Head Over Feet

159. (8) - S6x03 - Hand in My Pocket/I Feel the Earth Move

160. (8) - S6x05 - It Must Have Been Love

161. (8) - S6x09 - I Want to Break Free

162. (8) - S6x12 - Don't Stop Believing (Pilot/2009)

163. (8) - S6x12 - I'm His Child

164. (8) - S6x12 - I Kissed a Girl

165. (8) - S6x13 - Daydream Believer

166. (8) - S6x13 - Someday We'll Be Together

167. (8) - S6x13 - This Time

168. (7) - S1x01 - Don't Stop Believing (Pilot)

169. (7) - S1x01 - Rehab

170. (7) - S1x02 - Push It

171. (7) - S1x03 - Bust Your Windows

172. (7) - S1x03 - Mercy

173. (7) - S1x05 - Last Name

174. (7) - S1x09 - Proud Mary

175. (7) - S1x13 - And I Am Telling You I'm Not Going

176. (7) - S1x14 - Gives You Hell

177. (7) - S1x14 - Hello, Goodbye

178. (7) - S1x14 - Hello Twelve, Hello Thirteen, Hello Love

179. (7) - S1x15 - Borderline/Open Your Heart

180. (7) - S1x15 - Burning Up

181. (7) - S1x16 - Beautiful

182. (7) - S1x17 - U Can't Touch This

183. (7) - S1x18 - Jessie's Girl

184. (7) - S1x18 - Pink Houses

185. (7) - S1x18 - The Boy Is Mine

186. (7) - S1x19 - Safety Dance

187. (7) - S1x21 - Give Up the Funk

188. (7) - S1x21 - Good Vibrations

189. (7) - S1x21 - It's a Man's Man's Man's World

190. (7) - S1x22 - Faithfully

191. (7) - S2x01 - Empire State of Mind

192. (7) - S2x01 - Telephone

193. (7) - S2x02 - I'm a Slave 4 U

194. (7) - S2x03 - I Want to Hold Your Hand

195. (7) - S2x03 - I Look to You

196. (7) - S2x03 - Papa, Can You Hear Me?

197. (7) - S2x03 - One of Us

198. (7) - S2x04 - River Deep, Mountain High

199. (7) - S2x05 - Time Warp

200. (7) - S2x05 - There's a Light (Over at the Frankenstein Place)

201. (7) - S2x05 - Damn It, Janet

202. (7) - S2x05 - Science Fiction Double Feature

203. (7) - S2x06 - Start Me Up/Livin' on a Prayer

204. (7) - S2x09 - The Living Years

205. (7) - S2x09 - Don't Cry for Me Argentina

206. (7) - S2x09 - Valerie

207. (7) - S2x11 - Bills, Bills, Bills

208. (7) - S2x12 - P.Y.T. (Pretty Young Thing)

209. (7) - S2x12 - Silly Love Songs

210. (7) - S2x14 - Blame It (On the Alcohol)

211. (7) - S2x14 - Tik Tok

212. (7) - S2x15 - Afternoon Delight

213. (7) - S2x16 - Misery

214. (7) - S2x16 - Candles

215. (7) - S2x17 - All By Myself

216. (7) - S2x18 - Somewhere Only We Know

217. (7) - S2x19 - I Don't Want to Know

218. (7) - S2x19 - Go Your Own Way

219. (7) - S2x20 - Dancing Queen

220. (7) - S2x21 - Pure Imagination

221. (7) - S2x22 - Yeah!

222. (7) - S2x22 - Light Up the World

223. (7) - S3x02 - I'm the Greatest Star

224. (7) - S3x03 - Spotlight

225. (7) - S3x03 - Cool

226. (7) - S3x03 - Out Here On My Own

227. (7) - S3x04 - Candyman

228. (7) - S3x05 - America

229. (7) - S3x05 - A Boy Like That/I Have a Love

230. (7) - S3x08 - Red Solo Cup

231. (7) - S3x09 - Let It Snow

232. (7) - S3x09 - All I Want for Christmas Is You

233. (7) - S3x09 - Extraordinary Merry Christmas

234. (7) - S3x10 - Summer Nights

235. (7) - S3x10 - We Found Love

236. (7) - S3x11 - Scream

237. (7) - S3x11 - Black or White

238. (7) - S3x11 - Wanna Be Startin' Somethin'

239. (7) - S3x11 - Never Can Say Goodbye

240. (7) - S3x11 - I Want You Back

241. (7) - S3x13 - I Will Always Love You

242. (7) - S3x15 - Rio/Hungry Like the Wolf

243. (7) - S3x15 - Somebody That I Used to Know

244. (7) - S3x16 - If I Can't Have You

245. (7) - S3x17 - I Wanna Dance With Somebody (Who Loves Me)

246. (7) - S3x18 - Cell Block Tango

247. (7) - S3x19 - Love You Like a Love Song

248. (7) - S3x20 - Flashdance...What a Feeling

249. (7) - S3x21 - It's All Coming Back to Me Now

250. (7) - S3x21 - Starships

251. (7) - S3x22 - You Get What You Give

252. (7) - S3x22 - Roots Before Branches

253. (7) - S4x01 - Americano/Dance Again

254. (7) - S4x01 - Chasing Pavements

255. (7) - S4x02 - Womanizer

256. (7) - S4x04 - Barely Breathing

257. (7) - S4x04 - Give Your Heart a Break

258. (7) - S4x05 - Everybody Talks

259. (7) - S4x06 - You're the One That I Want

260. (7) - S4x07 - Heroes

261. (7) - S4x07 - Some Nights

262. (7) - S4x09 - Being Good Isn't Good Enough

263. (7) - S4x10 - Hanukkah, Oh Hanukkah

264. (7) - S4x10 - White Christmas

265. (7) - S4x10 - Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

266. (7) - S4x11 - Tell Him

267. (7) - S4x12 - Centerfold/Hot in Herre

268. (7) - S4x12 - Love Song

269. (7) - S4x13 - Nutbush City Limits

270. (7) - S4x13 - Girl On Fire

271. (7) - S4x14 - Getting Married Today

272. (7) - S4x15 - Old Time Rock & Roll/Danger Zone

273. (7) - S4x15 - Footloose

274. (7) - S4x15 - Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend/Material Girl

275. (7) - S4x16 - How to Be a Heartbreaker

276. (7) - S4x16 - Closer

277. (7) - S4x16 - The Bitch Is Back/Dress You Up

278. (7) - S4x17 - Wannabe

279. (7) - S4x17 - Creep

280. (7) - S4x19 - Outcast

281. (7) - S4x20 - Everybody Hurts

282. (7) - S4x22 - To Love You More

283. (7) - S5x01 - Help!

284. (7) - S5x01 - A Hard Day's Night

285. (7) - S5x02 - Here Comes the Sun

286. (7) - S5x02 - Let It Be

287. (7) - S5x03 - Fire and Rain

288. (7) - S5x03 - Make You Feel My Love

289. (7) - S5x04 - Marry the Night

290. (7) - S5x04 - Roar

291. (7) - S5x05 - On Our Way

292. (7) - S5x05 - If I Were a Boy

293. (7) - S5x06 - Honesty

294. (7) - S5x06 - My Life

295. (7) - S5x08 - Here Comes Santa Claus (Down Santa Claus Lane)

296. (7) - S5x08 - Mary's Little Boy Child

297. (7) - S5x08 - Love Child

298. (7) - S5x09 - My Lovin' (You're Never Gonna Get It)

299. (7) - S5x09 - I Believe in a Thing Called Love

300. (7) - S5x10 - Hold On

301. (7) - S5x10 - Don't You (Forget About Me)

302. (7) - S5x12 - Keep Holding On

303. (7) - S5x13 - Loser Like Me

304. (7) - S5x13 - I Am Changing

305. (7) - S5x13 - Be Okay

306. (7) - S5x14 - Best Day of My Life

307. (7) - S5x14 - Rockstar

308. (7) - S5x15 - Not While I'm Around

309. (7) - S5x15 - I'm Still Here

310. (7) - S5x15 - You Make Me Feel Like a Natural Woman

311. (7) - S5x15 - Broadway Baby

312. (7) - S5x16 - Addicted to Love

313. (7) - S5x16 - I Want to Know What Love Is

314. (7) - S5x17 - Pumpin Blood

315. (7) - S5x18 - Doo Wop (That Thing)

316. (7) - S5x19 - Memory

317. (7) - S5x19 - Take Me Home Tonight

318. (7) - S5x19 - I Melt with You

319. (7) - S5x20 - All of Me

320. (7) - S5x20 - Glitter in the Air

321. (7) - S5x20 - Girls on Film

322. (7) - S6x01 - Uninvited

323. (7) - S6x02 - Tightrope

324. (7) - S6x03 - You Learn/You've Got a Friend

325. (7) - S6x03 - So Far Away

326. (7) - S6x06 - What the World Needs Now

327. (7) - S6x06 - Promises, Promises

328. (7) - S6x07 - I Know Where I've Been

329. (7) - S6x08 - Our Day Will Come

330. (7) - S6x08 - At Last

331. (7) - S6x10 - Rise

332. (7) - S6x11 - We Built This City

333. (7) - S6x11 - Chandelier

334. (7) - S6x12 - Pony

335. (7) - S6x13 - I Lived

336. (6) - S1x01 - Sit Down You're Rockin the Boat

337. (6) - S1x01 - You're the One That I Want (ver. 1)

338. (6) - S1x01 - Respect

339. (6) - S1x01 - I Kissed a Girl

340. (6) - S1x02 - Gold Digger

341. (6) - S1x05 - Somebody to Love

342. (6) - S1x10 - Don't Stand So Close to Me/Young Girl

343. (6) - S1x10 - Crush

344. (6) - S1x11 - Hair/Crazy In Love

345. (6) - S1x11 - Imagine

346. (6) - S1x11 - Bootylicious

347. (6) - S1x11 - True Colors

348. (6) - S1x12 - Jump

349. (6) - S1x12 - Smile (Lily Allen)

350. (6) - S1x13 - My Life Would Suck Without You

351. (6) - S1x14 - Hello, I Love You

352. (6) - S1x14 - Highway to Hell

353. (6) - S1x15 - Express Yourself

354. (6) - S1x16 - A House Is Not a Home

355. (6) - S1x18 - Lady Is a Tramp

356. (6) - S1x18 - One

357. (6) - S1x21 - Loser

358. (6) - S1x22 - Over the Rainbow

359. (6) - S2x01 - Billionaire

360. (6) - S2x02 - Toxic

361. (6) - S2x02 - Baby One More Time

362. (6) - S2x02 - The Only Exception

363. (6) - S2x03 - Losing My Religion

364. (6) - S2x03 - Only the Good Die Young

365. (6) - S2x04 - Don't Go Breaking My Heart

366. (6) - S2x04 - With You I'm Born Again

367. (6) - S2x04 - Lucky

368. (6) - S2x04 - Sing!

369. (6) - S2x05 - Whatever Happened to Saturday Night?

370. (6) - S2x05 - Planet, Schmanet, Janet

371. (6) - S2x06 - Stop! In the Name of Love/Free Your Mind

372. (6) - S2x07 - Forget You

373. (6) - S2x08 - Just the Way You Are

374. (6) - S2x08 - Marry You

375. (6) - S2x08 - Sway

376. (6) - S2x09 - (I've Had) The Time of My Life

377. (6) - S2x10 - Last Christmas

378. (6) - S2x10 - The Most Wonderful Day of the Year

379. (6) - S2x11 - She's Not There

380. (6) - S2x11 - Need You Now

381. (6) - S2x12 - Fat Bottomed Girls

382. (6) - S2x12 - My Funny Valentine

383. (6) - S2x14 - My Headband

384. (6) - S2x15 - Animal

385. (6) - S2x15 - Landslide

386. (6) - S2x16 - Raise Your Glass

387. (6) - S2x16 - Hell to the No

388. (6) - S2x16 - Big Ass Heart

389. (6) - S2x16 - Only Child

390. (6) - S2x16 - Get It Right

391. (6) - S2x16 - Trouty Mouth

392. (6) - S2x18 - I've Gotta Be Me

393. (6) - S2x22 - My Cup

394. (6) - S2x22 - Pretending

395. (6) - S3x01 - It's Not Unusual

396. (6) - S3x01 - We Got the Beat

397. (6) - S3x02 - Something's Coming

398. (6) - S3x04 - Last Friday Night

399. (6) - S3x05 - Tonight

400. (6) - S3x05 - Uptown Girl

401. (6) - S3x07 - Jolene

402. (6) - S3x07 - Perfect

403. (6) - S3x09 - Do They Know It's Christmas?

404. (6) - S3x09 - River

405. (6) - S3x10 - Without You

406. (6) - S3x10 - The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face

407. (6) - S3x11 - Ben

408. (6) - S3x11 - I Just Can't Stop Loving You

409. (6) - S3x12 - Don't Wanna Lose You

410. (6) - S3x12 - Sexy and I Know It

411. (6) - S3x12 - Bamboleo/Hero

412. (6) - S3x13 - Cherish/Cherish

413. (6) - S3x13 - L-O-V-E

414. (6) - S3x14 - Glad You Came

415. (6) - S3x15 - I'm Still Standing

416. (6) - S3x16 - Boogie Shoes

417. (6) - S3x16 - Night Fever

418. (6) - S3x18 - The Music of the Night

419. (6) - S3x20 - Mean

420. (6) - S3x20 - Because You Loved Me

421. (6) - S3x22 - I'll Remember

422. (6) - S4x01 - Call Me Maybe

423. (6) - S4x02 - Hold It Against Me

424. (6) - S4x02 - Gimme More

425. (6) - S4x02 - Everytime

426. (6) - S4x02 - Oops!...I Did It Again

427. (6) - S4x03 - Everybody Wants to Rule the World

428. (6) - S4x03 - Celebrity Skin

429. (6) - S4x05 - Juke Box Hero

430. (6) - S4x06 - Look At Me I'm Sandra Dee

431. (6) - S4x06 - Greased Lightning

432. (6) - S4x07 - Holding Out for a Hero

433. (6) - S4x08 - Whistle

434. (6) - S4x09 - O Holy Night

435. (6) - S4x10 - Feliz Navidad

436. (6) - S4x11 - No Scrubs

437. (6) - S4x12 - Let Me Love You (Until You Learn to Love Yourself)

438. (6) - S4x12 - A Thousand Years

439. (6) - S4x13 - Don't Stop Me Now

440. (6) - S4x13 - Bring Him Home

441. (6) - S4x14 - You're All I Need to Get By

442. (6) - S4x15 - You're All the World to Me

443. (6) - S4x16 - Cold Hearted

444. (6) - S4x16 - Bye Bye Bye/I Want It That Way

445. (6) - S4x17 - Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go

446. (6) - S4x17 - Mamma Mia

447. (6) - S4x17 - Copacabana

448. (6) - S4x18 - Say

449. (6) - S4x19 - You Have More Friends Than You Know

450. (6) - S4x19 - Don't Stop Believin' (Rachel)

451. (6) - S4x20 - We Will Rock You

452. (6) - S4x20 - Longest Time

453. (6) - S4x21 - Uptight (Everything's Alright)

454. (6) - S4x21 - Signed, Sealed, Delivered, I'm Yours

455. (6) - S4x21 - You Are the Sunshine of My Life

456. (6) - S4x21 - Superstition

457. (6) - S4x22 - All or Nothing

458. (6) - S4x22 - Rainbow Connection

459. (6) - S5x01 - You've Got to Hide Your Love Away

460. (6) - S5x01 - Yesterday

461. (6) - S5x03 - I'll Stand By You

462. (6) - S5x03 - Seasons of Love

463. (6) - S5x03 - No Surrender

464. (6) - S5x04 - Applause

465. (6) - S5x05 - Wrecking Ball

466. (6) - S5x06 - Piano Man

467. (6) - S5x06 - An Innocent Man

468. (6) - S5x07 - You're My Best Friend

469. (6) - S5x08 - The Chipmunk Song (Christmas Don't Be Late)

470. (6) - S5x09 - Whenever I Call You Friend

471. (6) - S5x09 - Don't Rain On My Parade

472. (6) - S5x10 - The Happening

473. (6) - S5x10 - Barracuda

474. (6) - S5x10 - Danny's Song

475. (6) - S5x11 - America

476. (6) - S5x11 - Mr. Roboto/Counting Stars

477. (6) - S5x12 - Valerie

478. (6) - S5x13 - Party All the Time

479. (6) - S5x13 - Just Give Me a Reason

480. (6) - S5x14 - Downtown

481. (6) - S5x14 - People

482. (6) - S5x17 - Lovefool

483. (6) - S5x17 - I'm the Greatest Star

484. (6) - S5x18 - The Rose

485. (6) - S5x19 - Werewolves of London

486. (6) - S5x19 - Lucky Star

487. (6) - S6x01 - Suddenly Seymour

488. (6) - S6x02 - Take On Me

489. (6) - S6x02 - Problem

490. (6) - S6x02 - Mustang Sally

491. (6) - S6x04 - Bitch

492. (6) - S6x05 - Father Figure

493. (6) - S6x06 - Alfie

494. (6) - S6x07 - You Give Love a Bad Name

495. (6) - S6x07 - All About That Bass

496. (6) - S6x07 - Time After Time

497. (6) - S6x08 - Hey Ya!

498. (6) - S6x08 - I'm So Excited

499. (5) - S1x01 - Can't Fight This Feeling

500. (5) - S1x01 - On My Own

501. (5) - S1x01 - Leaving On a Jet Plane

502. (5) - S1x02 - I Say a Little Prayer

503. (5) - S1x02 - Take a Bow

504. (5) - S1x05 - Cabaret

505. (5) - S1x07 - You Keep Me Hanging On

506. (5) - S1x08 - Sweet Caroline

507. (5) - S1x11 - Don't Make Me Over

508. (5) - S1x12 - Smile (Charlie Chaplin)

509. (5) - S1x14 - Hello

510. (5) - S1x15 - Vogue

511. (5) - S1x16 - Home

512. (5) - S1x16 - One Less Bell to Answer/A House Is Not a Home

513. (5) - S1x16 - Fire

514. (5) - S1x17 - Physical

515. (5) - S1x17 - Ice Ice Baby

516. (5) - S1x20 - Shout It Out Loud

517. (5) - S1x20 - Beth

518. (5) - S1x20 - Poker Face

519. (5) - S1x20 - Funny Girl

520. (5) - S2x01 - Listen

521. (5) - S2x01 - Every Rose Has Its Thorn

522. (5) - S2x01 - Getting to Know You

523. (5) - S2x02 - Stronger

524. (5) - S2x03 - Bridge Over Troubled Water

525. (5) - S2x06 - One Love (People Get Ready)

526. (5) - S2x07 - Nowadays/Hot Honey rag

527. (5) - S2x07 - Make 'Em Laugh

528. (5) - S2x07 - Conjunction Junction

529. (5) - S2x09 - Hey, Soul Sister

530. (5) - S2x10 - You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch

531. (5) - S2x10 - We Need a Little Christmas

532. (5) - S2x10 - Welcome Christmas

533. (5) - S2x10 - Merry Christmas, Darling

534. (5) - S2x12 - Firework

535. (5) - S2x13 - Somebody to Love

536. (5) - S2x13 - Sing

537. (5) - S2x13 - I Know What Boys Like

538. (5) - S2x13 - Baby

539. (5) - S2x13 - This Little Light of Mine

540. (5) - S2x14 - One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer

541. (5) - S2x15 - Kiss

542. (5) - S2x16 - Jesus Is My Friend

543. (5) - S2x17 - Turning Tables

544. (5) - S2x19 - Dreams

545. (5) - S2x19 - Never Going Back Again

546. (5) - S2x19 - Nice to Meet You, Have I Slept with You?

547. (5) - S2x20 - Friday

548. (5) - S2x20 - Isn't She Lovely

549. (5) - S2x22 - Bella Notte

550. (5) - S2x22 - As Long as You're There

551. (5) - S2x22 - Still Got Tonight

552. (5) - S3x01 - Big Spender

553. (5) - S3x02 - Somewhere

554. (5) - S3x03 - Run the World (Girls)

555. (5) - S3x03 - Fix You

556. (5) - S3x04 - Waiting for a Girl Like You

557. (5) - S3x04 - Bein' Green

558. (5) - S3x04 - Take Care of Yourself

559. (5) - S3x05 - One Hand, One Heart

560. (5) - S3x06 - Hot for Teacher

561. (5) - S3x06 - You and I/You and I

562. (5) - S3x07 - Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

563. (5) - S3x07 - I'm the Only One

564. (5) - S3x08 - Man in the Mirror

565. (5) - S3x09 - Christmas Wrapping

566. (5) - S3x09 - Santa Claus Is Coming to Town

567. (5) - S3x09 - My Favorite Things

568. (5) - S3x09 - Blue Christmas

569. (5) - S3x10 - Moves Like Jagger/Jumpin' Jack Flash

570. (5) - S3x10 - Wedding Bell Blues (Bill)

571. (5) - S3x12 - La Isla Bonita

572. (5) - S3x13 - Let Me Love You

573. (5) - S3x13 - You're the Top

574. (5) - S3x13 - Chapel of Love

575. (5) - S3x13 - Home

576. (5) - S3x14 - Stand

577. (5) - S3x15 - Up Up Up

578. (5) - S3x16 - Stayin' Alive

579. (5) - S3x16 - How Deep Is Your Love

580. (5) - S3x17 - Saving All My Love For You

581. (5) - S3x18 - School's Out

582. (5) - S3x18 - The Rain in Spain

583. (5) - S3x19 - What Makes You Beautiful

584. (5) - S3x20 - I Won't Give Up

585. (5) - S3x21 - Pinball Wizard

586. (5) - S3x22 - Glory Days

587. (5) - S3x22 - Forever Young

588. (5) - S4x01 - It's Time

589. (5) - S4x01 - Sister Christian

590. (5) - S4x01 - Never Say Never

591. (5) - S4x03 - The Way You Look Tonight/You're Never Fully Dressed Without a Smile

592. (5) - S4x03 - A Change Would Do You Good

593. (5) - S4x05 - Born to Hand Jive

594. (5) - S4x06 - Look At Me I'm Sandra Dee (Reprise)

595. (5) - S4x07 - My Dark Side

596. (5) - S4x07 - Superman

597. (5) - S4x08 - Come See About Me

598. (5) - S4x08 - Gangnam Style

599. (5) - S4x09 - Something Stupid

600. (5) - S4x10 - The First Noel

601. (5) - S4x11 - I Only Have Eyes for You

602. (5) - S4x13 - Make No Mistake (She's Mine)

603. (5) - S4x15 - Unchained Melody

604. (5) - S4x15 - In Your Eyes

605. (5) - S4x18 - Your Song

606. (5) - S4x18 - More Than Words

607. (5) - S4x19 - Next to Me

608. (5) - S4x20 - You've Lost That Lovin' Feelin'

609. (5) - S4x20 - At the Ballet

610. (5) - S4x21 - I Wish

611. (5) - S4x22 - Hall of Fame

612. (5) - S4x22 - Wings

613. (5) - S4x22 - I Love It

614. (5) - S5x01 - Drive My Car

615. (5) - S5x01 - I Saw Her Standing There

616. (5) - S5x02 - Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band

617. (5) - S5x02 - Get Back

618. (5) - S5x02 - Something

619. (5) - S5x02 - Revolution

620. (5) - S5x05 - Blurred Lines

621. (5) - S5x05 - You Are Woman, I Am Man

622. (5) - S5x07 - The Fox

623. (5) - S5x07 - Cheek to Cheek

624. (5) - S5x08 - Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree

625. (5) - S5x08 - Away in a Manger

626. (5) - S5x08 - O Christmas Tree

627. (5) - S5x11 - Vacation

628. (5) - S5x11 - I Love LA

629. (5) - S5x12 - Raise Your Glass

630. (5) - S5x12 - Happy

631. (5) - S5x12 - Toxic

632. (5) - S5x14 - Don't Sleep in the Subway

633. (5) - S5x16 - Let's Wait Awhile

634. (5) - S5x17 - Who Are You Now

635. (5) - S5x18 - Piece of My Heart

636. (5) - S5x20 - No Time At All

637. (5) - S6x01 - Sing

638. (5) - S6x01 - Dance the Night Away

639. (5) - S6x01 - Let It Go

640. (5) - S6x02 - Viva Voce

641. (5) - S6x04 - Rock Lobster

642. (5) - S6x04 - Whip It

643. (5) - S6x05 - All Out of Love

644. (5) - S6x05 - My Sharona

645. (5) - S6x05 - You Spin Me Round (Like a Record)

646. (5) - S6x06 - Arthur's Theme

647. (5) - S6x06 - Wishin' And Hoping

648. (5) - S6x06 - Baby It's You

649. (5) - S6x06 - They Long to Be Close to You

650. (5) - S6x06 - I'll Never Fall in Love Again

651. (5) - S6x07 - Same Love

652. (5) - S6x09 - Uptown Funk

653. (5) - S6x09 - Cool Kids

654. (5) - S6x09 - Friday I'm in Love

655. (5) - S6x10 - Far From Over

656. (5) - S6x10 - Rather Be

657. (5) - S6x10 - The Trolley Song

658. (5) - S6x10 - The Final Countdown

659. (5) - S6x11 - Mickey

660. (5) - S6x11 - Come Sail Away

661. (5) - S6x13 - Teach Your Children

662. (5) - S6x13 - The Winner Takes It All

663. (4) - S1x01 - Mr. Cellophane

664. (4) - S1x04 - Tonight

665. (4) - S1x05 - Alone

666. (4) - S1x07 - No Air

667. (4) - S1x09 - Dancing With Myself

668. (4) - S1x10 - I'll Stand By You

669. (4) - S1x10 - Endless Love

670. (4) - S1x11 - Papa Don't Preach

671. (4) - S1x13 - You Can't Always Get What You Want

672. (4) - S1x15 - What It Feels Like for a Girl

673. (4) - S3x19 - Dinosaur

674. (4) - S4x08 - Live While We're Young

675. (4) - S4x19 - Fight for Your Right (to Party)

676. (4) - S4x20 - Little Girls

677. (4) - S4x22 - Clarity

678. (4) - S5x17 - NYC

679. (4) - S6x04 - Thousand Miles

680. (4) - S6x09 - Break Free

681. (3) - S1x04 - Taking Chances

682. (3) - S1x08 - Bust A Move

683. (3) - S1x08 - What A Girl Wants

684. (3) - S1x10 - (You're Having My Baby)

685. (3) - S2x08 - Ohio

686. (3) - S3x12 - A Little Less Conversation

687. (3) - S5x18 - Story of My Life

688. (3) - S6x09 - Lose My Breath

689. (2) - S1x21 - Tell Me Something Good

690. (2) - S4x10 - Jingle Bell Rock

691. (2) - S4x11 - Baby Got Back

692. (1) - S1x03 - I Wanna Sex You Up

693. (1) - S1x08 - Thong Song

694. (NA) - S1x08 - I Could Have Danced All Night

695. (NA) - S2x15 - Do You Wanna Touch Me (Oh Yeah)

696. (NA) - S2x16 - Loser Like Me

697. (NA) - S3x08 - Control

698. (NA) - S3x22 - In My Life

699. (NA) - S4x17 - My Prerogative

700. (NA) - S4x21 - Higher Ground

701. (NA) - S5x06 - You May Be Right

702. (NA) - S5x07 - Into the Groove

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your heart wears night armor

part 9 of ain’t it a gentle sound (the rolling in the graves)

pairing: Horacio Carrillo/f!Reader

word count: 3.7k

warnings: cursing, discussions canon-typical violence and blood, descriptions of religion, catholic imagery, and praying (it’s 2 paragraphs before the first break and you can just scroll past if you’re uncomfortable/don’t care to read it) uhh…, i think that’s it?? light angst but we kinda been knew at this point

gif credit: my soulmate @pascalplease

A/N: @1zashreena1 i owe u and that first day of school ask my life god bless 🙏🙏 set in like 1991 idk time isn’t real

masterlist carrd

Domesticity during war is a curious thing. You’d left your old apartment years ago and a man had moved in beside you, in your new, promoted house, with his young wife and her stomach swollen by pregnancy. You’d smiled and been neighborly. Teased about play-dates and dinner parties and tight-lipped husbands, the way you used to. Had actually gone to a dinner party and admired their blue-edged china, pouring out the woman’s sparkling water as Isabella grabbed at your wrists.

She’d moved out, alone save for her child and one gifted medal. He was very brave, apparently.

You weren’t surprised when a new couple came by a few months later.

So you lived your life, a good life, a happy one, shielded by shoulders and smiles and rough-hewn hands clasped in prayer. Receiving the good favor of a virgin mother, wearing a painted clay veil and balming men’s conscience. Good Catholic boys, who died in the name of a “something” and looked Saint Peter in the eyes when they met him again. Your good, Catholic man. Rosaries and holy water. Unholy blood. Stained cherry glass and crimson hands. Prayers and prayers and prayers, made by mothers and fathers and wives.

You had prayed, once. Had knelt at an altar and let the wood dig into your knees like a penance for a sin you didn’t remember committing but felt guilty for enjoying anyhow. You pleaded for one promise to keep him safe and thanked a nameless saint for your fortune, sated when you heard the slap of your sandals on marble and the echo of all your thoughts in the high, vaulted ceilings.

Guilt is strange. “Healing” in quotation marks is strange. You always hated the way people phrased it, as if one day you’d arrive someplace and get a lacquered button pinned to your shirt pocket reading a congratulations. Dr. Reyes hated it, too, and you’d smiled when she made some long-winded metaphor about journeys and life and cat posters. For now you were content with walking, one hand held and one hand holding, with white-knuckled palm promises and the warm, curled grasp of a child.

⫸ ——— ⫷

You gripped the car keys, feeling them dig into your palm as you tried to brush off the hand on the doorknob. “Horacio,” you let out, frazzled with all the rush of a January morning, anxious and tired from the previous day’s shift. You didn’t need to work today though, thank god . “I can take my own damn daughter to her first day of school.”

His hand left the door, only to snake loosely around your waist. When you only sighed, not pulling away, a rough thumb came to rub at the curve of your jaw and bid your gaze to meet his. She has your eyes, you’d once said. Dark and sloping, edged by black lashes. Bright. Gentle.

“No,” he said, apologetic but resolute. “You can’t.”

“I can,” you repeated weakly to yourself, your own hand starting to loosen its hold around the cold rings of metal. “Horacio,” you whispered, shaking your head as his arms wrapped a bit tighter. “The guards, the- the guns. They scare her.”

His brows knitted together while you spoke, quiet as to not alarm Isabella - now a few months shy of six - sitting by the kitchen counter in a blue school skirt. She didn’t look up from her the contents of her backpack, so you continued. “I’m just- I’m tired, I guess,” you admitted with a small hitch in your voice, examining the angry red indents left in your palms. You let him shift you until you faced away from the door, tucked closer into his chest, and reached to fiddle with the silver buttons of his uniform while you spoke.“It’s bad enough that they’re always outside.”

You looked up to see Isabella clambering off of her chair with a scrape of its legs against your kitchen tiles. It’s first grade, she’d reminded you the night before in hurried Spanish while you brushed her hair, chiding her to sit still. She’d set out her uniform carefully, insisting on brightly colored hair clips and two tight braids. We can’t be late.

Your now-husband squeezed your shoulders and his lips were pursed - not in annoyance, but in concern. “Mi amor,” Horacio began, cupping the base of your neck and squeezing softly. Mi amor, he called you. A love. His love. Saccharine, maybe, to foreign ears but to him, to him it was doctrine. You let out a shallow breath. “It’s too dangerous without them,” Horacio reminded you, the rough pad of his thumb tracing over your lips. “You know that.”

You closed your eyes, nodding into the lingering kiss left on your forehead. “Yeah, I know.” Smoothing away the pretend lint on his collar, you pressed your nose to his jaw before moving to step away, inhaling the soft scent of laundry and sandalwood soap. The arms around you loosened to let you go. “Doesn’t mean I like it though,” you mumbled, attempting petulance but failing when another kiss was placed on your cheek.

“We’ll be with her,” Horacio reminded you, his voice placating in your ear. “And it’s just Trujillo,” he assured. You perked up at the name and laughed when Isabella did likewise, her steps towards the both of you quick and echoing her new school shoes.

“Is he coming?” she asked, repeating the question in English and then Spanish again when neither of you answered quickly enough for her liking. Bouncing on the balls of her heels, Isabella tugged on the fabric of your pants with an urgency that seemed unfit for the slightness of her body. “Is he here? Is he going to drive us?”

You reached to smooth down the loose curls escaping from her braids and looked back behind you for confirmation, pleased to report in the affirmative when Horacio nodded.

She didn’t wait much longer for you to open the door, bounding down your front steps to meet the man now standing by a shelled vehicle, a tanned hand resting on the holster at his hip.

“The Jeep?” you asked, incredulous.

Horacio shrugged. “It’s bulletproof.”

“Right,” you answered slowly, watching Trujillo bend down to give the girl a hug. “And they couldn’t bulletproof, say, a minivan?” Horacio only chuckled, walking you down to the car, and you grew more serious. “Thank you, though. For bringing him, and not the… cavalry, I guess.”

In sunlight, Horacio's eyes were lighter - edged by shadowed rings but pooling in deep, fractured amber. Apologetic. “It’s the least I could do,” he said.

Isabella glanced back towards the both of you and you caught the flash of a cellophane candy wrapper, accompanied by a no le digas a tu mamá when Trujillo slipped it in her pocket. Waving at you with an impish smile, the officer slid into the passenger seat.

“I heard that,” you called out. He raised his eyebrows, declaring his innocence, and said nothing more.

The weather was slow with its languid breezes, blanketing everything in the soft smell of baked clay and clear mountain air. In the distance, the first swells of morning traffic began their course.

Isabella climbed into the car (or tank, depending on who you asked) and helped you buckle her seatbelt. When you turned to meet the back of the man behind you, you heard the girl plead, “Don’t kiss.”

When you asked why, she wrinkled her nose. “It’s gross.”

“You see us kiss all the time,” you replied, handing her her backpack. Horacio’s hand came to pass gently along your waist, a quiet reminder of the openness of the road you now stood on.

Isabella shook her head, the dark braids tumbling beside her rounded cheeks. “It’s still gross.”

“How ‘bout you close your eyes,” you offered, leaning out of the car and hearing your husband’s quiet laugh. Catching Trujillo’s face in the reflection of the side mirrors, you grinned. “I can count down if you want.”

“Promise?” Isabella asked, raising her hands to cover her face.

“Promise,” you answered. “Are they closed? Good, okay on three. Ready? One… two… thr-” but your count was muffled, turning into a soft mmph by a pressing mouth. Horacio’s hands curling around the Jeep doors as you reached to steady yourself on his shoulders. The kiss was chaste, quick and barely a peck, but you still smiled when he pulled away.

Running your tongue along your front teeth, you could taste the slow dilution of orange juice. “You can open them now,” you assured Isabella. The girl peeked out between her fingers and sighed in dramatic relief, letting her arms fall to her sides. “You too,” you said to the officer in the passenger seat. Trujillo only rolled his eyes in mild amusement, his gaze fixed firmly on a point far, far off in the distance.

Horacio pressed his lips against your temple once more before you moved to sit down, waiting until you’d done your own seatbelt to close the car door behind you. His boots scuffed heavy against the stoned street and you spoke to Isabella as he walked to the driver’s side. “One day, y’know, you might actually like kissing.”

She shook her head emphatically, her expression one of exaggerated disgust. “Never. Never ever.”

“Suit yourself,” you responded, moving to face the front windows to see your husband now at the steering wheel, his expression fighting to keep itself stern. “Y’know,” you added in a stage whisper, “your dad’s a very good kisser.”

“Gross!”

⫸ ——— ⫷

“I didn’t cry,” you said, shaking your head as Horacio opened the car door for you a few minutes after the first school bell rang. When he only hummed and Trujillo (now on the driver’s side) let out a barking laugh, you protested. “I didn’t!”

Horacio hid his unconvinced sincerity with a slow nod. You leant against the edge of the door when it shut, its hollow metal hot from the sun underneath your temples. Orange starbursts swam across your vision when you swiped quickly at your face with your knuckles. “I didn’t cry,” you maintained, feeling the rising stuffiness of your throat. “It’s allergies. I’m very- I’m very... pollen-sensitive.”

That was technically true - he'd bought you enough pink antihistamine tablets and tissues enough times to prove it - but you knew it wasn’t the cause of anything now. The reason for your swollen eyes was sitting in a real, grownup chair after two years of preschool and one year of kindergarten, a pencil case filled to the brim with bright, sparkly markers. At school.

The car floor shifted under your feet when your husband turned back towards you, offering the polaroids he’d taken just moments earlier. “Do you want-”

“-yesthankyou-” you exhaled, grabbing the stack of photos from his hands. Spreading them out across your lap, you tried to swallow the lump in your throat. There was one of her getting out of the car… then her walking up to the front entrance... then another of her backpack, then of her shoes and Jesus, how many were there?

You flipped through the rest, scatterbrained and trying to commit every single picture to memory until something prompted your pausing. It was a picture of you.

He must’ve taken it while you weren’t paying attention, oblivious to the camera and turned away, but you were smiling. A bright, blinding smile that seemed to seep pure sunlight through the waxy white paper, up through your fingertips and back towards the swelling of your quickening heartbeat.

“That one,” Horacio said, taking the photograph from you and tucking it into the front pocket of his uniform. “Is for me.”

⫸ ——— ⫷

The engine rolled as the men parked. “Are you sure he’s here?” Javier asked, taking off his aviators to examine the row of terracotta houses, with their red-tile roofs and stucco walls. It was quiet in the mid-morning, temperate and warm. Medellín, the city of eternal spring, was living up to its name.

Steve stuffed his government I.D (the only way they’d gotten through the gate) back into his pocket and adjusted the belt on his hips. “S’worth a shot. Wasn’t at the office, was he?”

“No,” Javier hummed, scanning the street with his arms crossed, his fingers curling into the fabric of his shirtsleeves. “No, he wasn’t.”

Neither of the men seemed to notice the officer parked beside the street, waiting for his colonel to retrieve some forgotten files before returning to the embassy.

They walked closer towards the house, stepping over a small tricycle that lay forgotten on the front lawn. Steve lowered his sunglasses. “You think it’s his?”

A low laugh escaped Javier’s chest and he shook his head, his steps meeting the front door. “Nah, he has a little girl. From his first wife.”

Somewhere in the house footsteps echoed with a soft voice, too muffled to make out anything beyond the fact that it was a woman. Steve looked back towards his partner, perplexed.

“Second wife,” Javier explained before ringing the doorbell. “Never met her, though.”

The steps grew louder until a pause, with the small peephole of the door waxing their reflections. Steve held up his badge again and stepped back when various locks unlatched until the door was opened, creaking quietly on its joints. The first thing they saw was your arms, balancing a precarious stack of plastic toys while you nudged the door farther open with a struggling foot. Steve rushed forward to take some from your hands and you smiled back at him, letting out a sigh of relief.

“Sorry about that,” you breathed, setting the brightly colored books and toys on the floor beside you. “Caught me in the middle of cleaning up.” The men shared a quick look at each other, schooling their expressions from the slight shock created at your appearance. You were pretty and barefoot, sporting marker-stained jeans and a loose t-shirt. If they were expecting anyone, this definitely wasn’t it. “You’re DEA, right?”

Javier cleared his throat, elbowing the man beside him. Steve spoke up after a moment. “Yes ma’am. My name’s Agent Murphy, this man right here is Agent-”

“Oh!” you interrupted with a soft slap of your palm against your forehead, chiding yourself and opening the door farther. “Murphy? And Peña, right?”

They both nodded, albeit slowly, but you seemed impervious to their surprise, asking them if they wanted to come inside. The men declined and remained on the stoop, Steve realizing he still held a small rubber ball in his hands while Javier tried to keep his eyes above the scooped neck of your top.

“Was there something you needed?” you continued, bending down to kick out a rise in your runner carpet. “Horacio’s talked about you sometimes, y’know. It’s nice to actually put a face to the name.”

“Horacio?” Steve mumbled to Javier, his lips curling back in an amused, Southern cadence. A man - Colonel to them, or maybe just Carrillo, but Horacio to you - loomed near the edges of the hallway and turned closer when you spoke, his face and his voice familiar as it called out your name. “Speak of the devil,” the blonde agent whispered.

When you leant back into the man’s chest, both men quickly cleared their throats. Javier’s hands rested at his hips in a cocked stance, watching curiously as the colonel turned to whisper in your ear. The words were too quiet for anyone else to hear but you cast your eyes down, smiling to yourself before he pulled away.

You looked back up, the open brightness of your face only magnified when it was placed beside your husband’s stern posture. “I think they need you,” you reminded him. Javier confirmed this with some big lead about a “La Quica” and you bit back a snort at the nickname, pressing your lips together to hide your laugh. It must’ve been kismet, Javier thought, that brought someone like you to someone like him. Someone, he suddenly remembered, who worked in a hospital, witness and mender to the very things Carrillo caused. The man’s eyes were marginally softer here, though, and his hand lingered light on your waist. So maybe it worked.

“You’ll call later?” you asked, catching a soft grip on the colonel’s wrist when he moved to cross through the door. Steve glanced upwards when lips pressed quickly against your forehead, a quiet “of course” spoken into your hair before he walked away down the front steps.

“Surprised someone like that puts up with you,” Javier ribbed, bemused when Carrillo rolled his eyes.

Steve chuckled as they walked in steady tandem towards the parked cars. “Jealous?”

Javier hummed a casual maybe, catching the faint edge of a smile on your husband’s face when you looked out the front window, your silhouette a shadow through gauzy yellow curtains.

⫸ ——— ⫷

You leaned down to whisper in Isabella’s ear, encouraging her to take the few steps forward through the threshold of the office as she held a tall, disposable coffee cup. The rest that you’d brought were quickly put down before being taken by grateful men, their thanks muffled by the sound of lips on crinkling styrofoam. A man, the man you’d come to see, looked up to see you standing beside his desk, your frame edged by the evening light fracturing through the windows.

“You didn’t walk here, did you?” Horacio asked, his voice and his brow drawn over with concern. You lay a hand on his arm, a quiet placation as you rested your hip on a rounded wooden edge.

“I didn’t,” you glanced at the cluster of men on the other side of the room. You heard Isabella laugh, her small legs swinging back and forth as she was placed in a newly-emptied seat. “Hugo drove me.”

Horacio’s thumb traced over the slope of your wrist. “Hugo?”

“Pimienta,” you finished with another look towards the mass of dark green shoulders. “The new recruit.” Horacio nodded with a quiet I see and you give another smile, too observed to do much more. “He’s very sweet,” you assured your husband, offering a small wave when the man (or boy, more like) looked back towards the both of you. Hugo’s returning grin was awkward, endearingly so, and you bit back a laugh when you caught the embarrassed ducking of his head, his dark skin hiding any rising blush.

He was young, barely out of training and still learning to hide his fear. They all were. Stoic, maybe, when they opened your doors and carried your groceries, but young. So, so young.

You picked up a stray pen, twirling it in your hands as you surveyed his desk. It was annoying neat, and you huffed as you tried to find something more interesting than typed field reports and stacks of manila folders. “No pictures?” you teased. He only pointed to the top corner and your eyes followed, falling on a small frame holding a color photograph. It was mostly of you, but you could see Isabella’s face peeking out of its bottom edge, intruding on the shot with a goofy smile. Her hair was short, curling in dark loops around her ears, so it must’ve been from a few years ago. ‘89, maybe. Yeah, ‘89, when he took that week off in Panama City and spent the whole time trying to teach Isabella how to swim. “That one?” you asked, curious. “I thought you’d want something more… I don’t know… official? Looking?”

He raised an eyebrow, adjusting the frame to its proper place. “Would you like to pose for another one?”

You sucked in a breath through your teeth, remembering the day you had to pin what seemed like fifty military badges to his uniform. “No,” you said, examining the photo and shaking your head. “No, that one’s good.”

Horacio pulled you into the slight alcove of the office, the one filled with high-backed chairs and radio equipment that lay partially hidden from view. “They’re looking,” you mumbled, suddenly more conscious of the officers standing a few feet away. “They think we’re up to something.”

“Are we?” he asked, smiling. A laugh bubbled up in your throat and you shook your head.

“I...” you began, your voice trailing off. He looked tired, and you were reminded of before, when infants used to cry in hallways and walls were thin. “I probably shouldn’t have come but you said you wouldn’t be home and I just- I just wanted…”

He slid his hands up your arms until they rested at your shoulders, hushing you quietly before speaking. The soft skin of your lips fell from between your teeth and you swallowed, the words resting unfinished beneath your sternum.

I just wanted to see you.

While I knew you were here.

While I knew I still could.

His fingers rested heavy on the juncture of your neck, their tapering familiarity smoothing back the ache of knotting muscle. His watch was heavy, a tactical thing with a million little numbers, and its ribbed black straps dragged against the necklace holding your wedding ring. You heard Horacio’s men making conversation - questions in Spanish about Isabella’s school and her favorite colors, compliments on how nice her new shoes looked and that tu madre fue muy dulce al traernos este café - but they floated out of your head, momentary and paling in importance to the way his hands seemed to smooth out every wrinkle of your thoughts, until they lay flat and rubbed back softer with sandpaper fingerprints.

“You never told me why you needed to stay late,” you whispered. He frowned slightly when you noticed the copper blooms dotting the edges of his sleeves, rolled up to rest at his elbows. “Did something happen?”

Horacio’s expression turned softer. Maybe to tamp down your worry. Maybe to try and make you forget it completely. He was like that with you. More gentle. Earnest. One hand raised to cup your jaw. “Nothing bad,” he said, shaking his head at your widened eyes, their color glassy from the fluorescence of office lamps.

“Promise?” you asked, wavering an echo of a morning’s conversation.

He straightened out, an oak to wrapping, shaded ivy. “Promise.”

#LET'S GET ITTTTT (after like almost two months oof)#horacio carrillo #horacio carrillo x reader #horacio carrillo x you #horacio carrillo/reader #horacio carrillo fanfiction #narcos fanfiction

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blizzardfluffykpop · 4 years ago

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No Wind, No Snow

Summary: Jackson is coming over for Christmas. No snowstorm is strong enough to keep you from each other.

Oneshot

Word Count: 1,058

Jackson X Reader

Not Requested

Prompt: 1. “Ain’t no snow high enough to stop me from getting to you”

It’s difficult making plans before winter when you live in a place like I do. You never know when the snow is going to hit. But when it does the whole neighborhood is snowed in. I thought this winter would be different. Oh how, I was wrong,...

“I was thinking,... Maybe we could spend Christmas together?” I can hear Jackson’s smile through the phone. How I wish to see him now. It’s hard to have a long-distance relationship in the first place. But with the pandemic and his schedule, it’s difficult to make time to see each other. Then having to account for my work schedule,... It’s a lot, but Jackson and I have always made it work. “I would love to spend Christmas with you.”

It’s December 1st, and we’ve so far only had one light snow in November. As it draws closer to December 23rd, the more I’m convinced they have saved all the snow for January and February. It’s disappointing, I wish to make snow angels with Jackson when he arrives. Have a snowball fight and make a snowman with him. Only to rush inside with frostbite ridden fingers. Make hot cocoa with him and cuddle under a big blanket. Watch Christmas movies together and enjoy the holiday in each other's arms.

It's December 22nd when I realize that the weather was just holding back. What I didn’t mean was for the weather to agree with my plans for when Jackson arrives. The wind whistles and the snow is coming down hard when Jackson’s plane takes off. He calls me up and asks, “How’s it looking down there, is it snowing yet?” I wish to say, ‘sadly not yet, the snow is waiting for you to arrive.' But rather, “There is a snowstorm outside, maybe I should have gone to your place for Christmas this year.” I can hear the pout in his voice, “But,... we spent Halloween at my place.” I sigh, “I know, but I want to see you and I don’t think this snow is going to let up.”

He pauses before he says, “I’m already on the plane though.” I sigh, “Yeah,... I’ll see you soon then?” “Yeah, I’ll be there, don’t worry baby.” “I’ll see you soon my love.” With an uneasy heart, I hang up the phone and tidy up my apartment.

I turn on the news, “Folks, we have a record low of one foot of snow for the 22nd! But the night is still young, so by tomorrow morning,... We may be snowed in!” I gulp, I can handle one foot of snow but the record high here was seven feet. I’m hoping for light snow, plus I have to pick up Jackson in the morning when his plane lands. With that, I pull a blanket over me and crash on the couch.

I woke up the next morning to the TV still playing the news. I look over at my windows, it looks dark out. It's 7 am, the sun is supposed to be out right now. Why is it so dark then? “Well folks it looks like the snow is up to three feet and it’s dying down. We’ll be back with more updates at noon, so tune back in then.” I grumble, turning off the television, my bare feet touching the cold hardwood floor. I wipe my eyes trying to process what the newscaster said as I open the blinds. My worst fear coming true, this can’t be possible. I rush around my apartment getting dressed knowing I’ll need more time to pick Jackson up when his plane lands. I open up my door and I’m met with a pile of snow reaching above the door.

Oh no, what am I going to do? How am I supposed to go get Jackson? I grit my teeth, no snow is going to stop me from getting to him. I charge at the snow and I’m so glad to see it was just piled up against the door. I trudge through the snow determined to spend Christmas with Jackson. And no amount of snow is about to stop me now. The snowplow truck comes through the parking lot after I get to my car. While I wait for the plow truck to finish plowing the parking lot. I turn on my car throwing on the defrost while I scrape off the snow.

I hop in my car and turn on the four-wheel drive, this is going to be a long drive. I go about ten under the whole way there, it takes me twice as long to get to the airport. When I arrive at the airport Jackson calls me, “Baby, because of the snowstorm we had to land about a city away.” Before I can say anything, “Ain’t now snow high enough to stop me from getting to you.” I throw it in reverse and back out of the parking space and sing to him. “Ain’t no mountain high enough, Ain’t no valley low enough, Ain’t no river wide enough.” His voice shines through the phone, “To keep me from getting to you baby.”

He tells me the airport he’s stuck at and I do my best to drive through the conditions. The snow pitting against me. Whenever I start slipping on ice, I hear his soothing voice singing to me. I gulp down my worries and make it to the airport in one piece. When I arrive he’s holding two coffees. I grin and throw my arms around him, I’ve missed him so much. I led him to where I parked my car.

The heat pouring from the vents feels so nice on a day like today. We pull off our masks and he reaches over and kisses me for the first time in forever. “I missed you,” I whisper to him when we break our kiss. “I missed you too.” We sit for a while drinking our coffees and talking. When I notice the weather starts kicking up again.

I sigh, “I would say, let’s wait out the storm. But if there is one thing I know from living here. The snow will only get worse.” He laughs, “Yeah, I know, but you love it here, so it’s okay.” I shake my head with a smile and drive us home.

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bolintheturtleduck · 3 years ago

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Song Ranking

So I did that song ranking thing and it took HOURS. literal HOURS. Don’t ever do it, I won’t even link it. I hated doing it. But here is my list. And dare I say my Top 130 is immaculate hjgkhg

Some of this is not really accurate though. Could be me or the generator. Like ‘Cold Hearted’ being 500 something???? Not in my house.

Also don’t go looking for christmas songs. They are all somewhere down there lmao

Anyways! Let’s go!

1 Nasty / Rhythm Nation

1 Rumour Has It / Someone Like You

3 Be Okay

4 Love You Like A Love Song

4 Seasons Of Love

6 Mustang Sally

7 So Emotional

8 Tightrope

9 Barely Breathing

10 Cough Syrup

11 Shake It Out

11 The Boy Is Mine

13 Back To Black

14 Valerie

15 Paradise By The Dashboard Light

16 River Deep, Mountain High

17 Problem

18 Faithfully

19 Gloria

20 I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance With You

21 How Will I Know

22 We Are Young

23 How To Be A Heartbreaker

24 Hand In My Pocket / I Feel The Earth Move

25 If I Die Young

26 I Feel Pretty / Unpretty

27 Bust Your Windows

28 Candyman

29 American Boy

30 I Can't Go For That (No Can Do) / You Make My Dreams

31 If I Can't Have You

32 It's All Coming Back To Me Now

33 Crazy / U Drive Me Crazy

34 ABC

35 Bad Romance

36 It's Too Late

37 Hungry Like The Wolf / Rio

38 I Wish

39 Need You Now

40 Landslide

41 Start Me Up / Livin' On A Prayer

42 Thriller / Heads Will Roll

43 What Doesn't Kill You (Stronger)

44 There Are Worse Things I Could Do

45 Losing My Religion

46 The Edge Of Glory

47 Teenage Dream (Acoustic Version)

48 Make You Feel My Love

49 My Prerogative

50 Singing In The Rain / Umbrella

51 Songbird

52 Spotlight

53 Mine

54 Take Me Or Leave Me

55 Take Me To Church

56 No Surrender

57 Never Say Never

58 Constant Craving

59 Brave

60 Born This Way

61 Pumpin' Blood

62 Blame It (On The Alcohol)

63 Glad You Came

64 Give Your Heart A Break

65 It's All Over

66 It's Not Right, But It's Okay

67 Everybody Talks

68 Here Comes The Sun

69 Into The Groove

70 In Your Eyes

71 I Don't Want To Know

72 I Lived

73 I Kissed A Girl

74 Halo / Walking On Sunshine

75 You Can't Stop The Beat

76 She's Not There

77 Nutbush City Limits

78 True Colors

79 Can't Fight This Feeling

80 Breakaway

81 Dancing Queen

82 Don't Stop Me Now

83 And I Am Telling You I'm Not Going

84 Empire State Of Mind

85 Doo Wop (That Thing)

86 Arthur's Theme

87 Happy Days Are Here Again / Get Happy

88 Toxic

89 This Is The New Year

90 Last Name

91 3

92 A Change Would Do You Good

93 Got To Get You Into My Life

94 Tongue Tied

95 Smooth Criminal

96 Papa Don't Preach

97 Animal

97 Another One Bites The Dust

99 Don't Speak

100 Don't You Want Me

101 A Hard Day's Night

102 Some Nights

103 Somebody That I Used To Know

104 Superstition

105 Survivor / I Will Survive

106 My Life Would Suck Without You

107 The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face

108 Misery

109 My Love Is Your Love

110 Somewhere Only We Know

111 Blow Me (One Last Kiss)

112 Me Against The Music

113 I Follow Rivers

114 Mean

115 Here's To Us

116 Stronger

117 Summer Nights

118 Make No Mistake, She's Mine

119 Love Song

120 Waiting For A Girl Like You

121 We Got The Beat

122 We Found Love

123 We've Got Tonite

124 Love Shack

125 The Scientist

126 Love Is A Battlefield

127 Run Joey Run

128 Wings

129 When I Get You Alone

130 Uptown Girl

131 Roots Before Branches

132 I'm The Only One

132 I've Gotta Be Me

134 Hopelessly Devoted To You

135 Hit Me With Your Best Shot / One Way Or Another

136 Dinosaur

137 Dog Days Are Over

138 Hung Up

139 Everytime

140 Go Your Own Way

141 Every Breath You Take

142 Fire And Rain

143 Fighter

144 Not While I'm Around

145 Not The Boy Next Door

146 Fly / I Believe I Can Fly

147 Girl On Fire

148 Oops!... I Did It Again

149 Stop! In The Name Of Love / Free Your Mind

150 Stereo Hearts

151 Bills, Bills, Bills

152 Somebody Loves You

153 Hold It Against Me

154 Turning Tables

155 Wide Awake

156 You May Be Right

157 Cell Block Tango

158 A Boy Like That

159 All Out Of Love

160 Alfie

161 Jessie's Girl

162 I'm A Slave 4 U

163 I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For

164 I'll Stand By You (Amber)

165 I Wanna Dance With Somebody (Who Loves Me)

166 Let Me Love You (Until You Learn To Love Yourself)

167 Lovefool

168 Just Can't Get Enough

169 Just Give Me A Reason

170 Keep Holding On

171 Like A Virgin

172 New York State Of Mind

173 My Dark Side

174 More Than A Feeling

174 My Cup

176 I Want To Hold Your Hand

177 I Want To Break Free

178 I Want To Know What Love Is

179 I Want You Back

180 Teenage Dream

181 Take My Breath Away

182 America

183 Glory Days

184 I Say A Little Prayer

184 I Wanna Sex You Up

186 I Will Always Love You

187 A Thousand Years

188 Like A Prayer

189 Don't Rain On My Parade

190 Disco Inferno

191 Don't Stop Believin' (Regionals)

192 Dream On

193 Get It Right

194 Gold Digger

195 Telephone

196 Without You

197 You're The One That I Want

198 Tell Him

199 Let Me Love You

200 Good Vibrations

200 Raise Your Glass

202 Run The World (Girls)

203 Gimme More

204 Hey Jude

204 How Deep Is Your Love

206 Higher Ground

207 Vogue

208 Something's Coming

209 Footloose

210 Forget You

211 Gives You Hell

212 Everybody Wants To Rule The World

213 Far From Over

214 Fat Bottomed Girls

215 Hair / Crazy In Love

216 Hall Of Fame

216 Hello

216 Hello, I Love You

216 Somebody To Love

216 Time Warp

216 To Love You More

222 Last Friday Night

223 Hate On Me

224 Lovin', Touchin', Squeezin'

225 Locked Out Of Heaven

226 Rose's Turn

227 Everybody Hurts

227 Express Yourself

227 Loser

227 Shout It Out Loud

231 Signed, Sealed, Delivered I'm Yours

232 Pompeii

233 Party All The Time

234 Our Day Will Come

235 Perfect

236 Old Time Rock & Roll / Danger Zone

237 Greased Lightning

237 Happy Xmas (War Is Over)

237 Live While We're Young

240 Firework

240 Love Child

242 Fire

243 You're All I Need To Get By

244 The Scientist (Acapella)

245 Afternoon Delight

246 Against All Odds (Take A Look At Me Now)

247 Listen To Your Heart

248 Tik Tok

249 You Keep Me Hangin' On

250 The Rose

251 You Can't Always Get What You

Want

252 Let's Have A Kiki

252 Listen

254 Pretending

255 More Than A Woman

256 More Than Words

257 Hot For Teacher

257 No One Is Alone

257 Not The End

257 Nowadays / Hot Honey Rag 257 O Christmas Tree

257 One Hand, One Heart

257 One

257 Only Child

257 Proud Mary

266 Heroes

267 Hey Ya!

268 Getting Married Today

268 Happy

270 Hell To The No

271 Night Fever

271 Sgt. Pepper's Lonley Hearts Club

Band

273 The Music Of The Night

273 The Only Exception 273 The Rain In Spain 273 The Safety Dance 273 Thousand Miles 278 Billionaire

278 God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen 278 The Happening

278 The Lady Is A Tramp

282 Borderline / Open Your Heart 282 Born To Hand Jive

284 Control

284 The Longest Time

286 Give Up The Funk

287 Chasing Pavements

288 Man In The Mirror

288 Say

288 Sexy And I Know It 288 Shout

292 Marry The Night

293 Mamma Mia

294 Loser Like Me

295 Don't Stop Believin' (Season 1)

296 Colorblind

297 Diva

297 Don't Cry For Me Argentina

299 Don't Dream It's Over

300 Let It Be

301 Don't Stop

302 Highway To Hell

302 Hold On

302 Holding Out For A Hero 302 We Will Rock You

302 What I Did For Love

302 What It Feels Like For A Girl

308 Take On Me

309 For Once In My Life

309 Good Riddance (Time Of Your

Life)

309 Hello Goodbye

309 Hello Twelve, Hello Thirteen, Hello Love

309 Home

309 Homeward Bound / Home 309 Honesty

309 Human Nature

317 Drive My Car

317 For Good

317 I'll Remember

320 I'll Stand By You (Cory)

321 On My Own

321 Taking Chances

321 The Bitch Is Back / Dress You Up 321 Werewolves Of London

325 My Man

326 My Life

327 My Lovin' (You're Never Gonna Get It)

327 Never Going Back Again 327 No Scrubs

330 Creep

331 Come What May

332 Never Can Say Goodbye

333 Who Are You Now?

334 You Give Love A Bad Name

335 Womanizer

336 Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go

337 Come See About Me

337 P.Y.T. (Pretty Young Thing) 337 People

337 Popular

337 River

337 Roar

337 Rolling In The Deep 337 Santa Baby

345 Boogie Shoes

346 At Last

347 I'm The Greatest Star

348 Jar Of Hearts

349 It's Time

350 It's My Life / Confessions Part II

351 It's Not Unusual

352 I'm So Excited

352 I'm Still Here

354 Don't Stop Believin' (Season 5) 354 Don't You (Forget About Me) 354 Dreams

354 Unchained Melody

354 Uptown Funk

359 Bohemian Rhapsody

359 Don't Stop Believin' (Rachel) 359 Lucky

362 Don't Stand So Close To Me /

Young Girl

363 Bridge Over Troubled Water

363 Bust A Move

365 Look At Me I'm Sandra Dee

366 Look At Me I'm Sandra Dee

(Reprise)

367 Longest Time

368 Applause

369 All Of Me

370 Any Way You Want It

370 Anything Could Happen

372 Red Solo Cup

372 Rock Lobster

372 Rockin' Around The Christmas

Tree 372 Rockstar

376 Saving All My Love For You

377 (I've Had) The Time Of My Life

377 Piano Man 377 Poison 377 Poker Face

381 A House Is Not A Home

382 4 Minutes

383 Black Or White

384 Blackbird

385 All By Myself

385 Smile

385 You Make Me Feel So Young

388 Wrecking Ball

389 (You Make Me Feel Like) A Natural

Woman

389 (You're) Having My Baby

391 Superman

392 Ain't No Way

392 Stayin' Alive

394 Still Got Tonight

394 The Most Wonderful Day Of The

Year

394 The Way You Look Tonight / You're Never Fully Dressed Without A

Smile 394 This Time

394 Whatever Happened To Saturday Night?

399 They Long To Be Close To You

400 All About That Bass 400 Sing!

400 So Far Away

400 Some People

404 Addicted To Love

404 Moves Like Jagger / Jumpin' Jack Flash

404 Sing

404 Someday We'll Be Together 404 Somethin' Stupid

404 Something

404 Somewhere

404 Stand

412 Scream

413 Rather Be

414 Next To Me

414 No Air

414 Papa Can You Hear Me? 414 Physical

414 Piece Of My Heart

414 Pinball Wizard

414 Pony

414 Rehab

422 La Isla Bonita

422 Lean On Me

422 Let's Wait Awhile

422 Little Drummer Boy

422 Little Girls

427 Light Up The World

428 Science Fiction Double Feature

428 Silent Night 428 Silly Love Songs

431 Le Jazz Hot

432 Out Here On My Own

432 Pure Imagination

434 School's Out

435 Hey, Soul Sister

435 I Kissed A Girl (Season Six) 435 Sway

438 I Believe In A Thing Called Love

439 I Have Nothing

440 I Am Changing

441 I Saw Her Standing There

441 I Was Here

441 I Won't Give Up

441 I'll Be Home For Christmas 441 I'll Never Fall In Love Again 446 Funny Girl

446 I Look To You

446 I Only Have Eyes For You 446 I Still Believe / Super Bass 446 Story Of My Life

451 I Love New York / New York, New

York

452 What Makes You Beautiful

453 What The World Needs Now

454 An Innocent Man

454 Bad

454 Because You Loved Me

454 Bein' Green

454 ByeByeBye/IWantItThatWay 454 IfIWereABoy

454 Take A Bow

454 Take Me Home Tonight

462 Barracuda

463 Beauty School Drop Out

464 Chandelier

465 Baby It's You

466 It Must Have Been Love

467 At The Ballet

468 Baby One More Time

469 Beautiful

469 Being Alive

469 We Built This City

472 Being Good Isn't Good Enough 472 I Just Can't Stop Loving You 472 I Love It

472 Isn't She Lovely

476 All That Jazz

476 Blurred Lines

476 Bootylicious

476 Extraordinary Merry Christmas 476 Father Figure

476 Fight For Your Right (To Party)

476 Flashdance... What A Feeling

483 I Don't Know How To Love Him

484 Fix You

484 I Could Have Danced All Night 486 Push It

486 Rainbow Connection 486 Rise

489 Promises, Promises

490 Oh Chanukah

490 Ohio

490 One Love (People Get Ready) 490 Only The Good Die Young 494 Baby

494 Dancing With Myself

494 Defying Gravity

497 Baby, It's Cold Outside

498 Cherish / Cherish

498 Christmas Wrapping 498 Closer

498 Downtown

498 Endless Love

498 Forever Young

498 Friday I'm In Love 498 Friday

498 Gangnam Style

498 Get Back

498 Safety Dance

509 Cold Hearted

510 Clarity

511 Centerfold / Hot In Herre

511 Just The Way You Are 513 Jumpin', Jumpin'

513 Kiss

515 Juke Box Hero

515 L-O-V-E

517 Jolene

518 Jump

518 La Cucaracha

520 Dream A Little Dream

521 A Little Less Conversation

521 Beth

521 Bitch

521 Don't Sleep In The Subway 521 Girls Just Want To Have Fun 521 Have Yourself A Merry Little

Christmas 521 Help!

521 I Dreamed A Dream 521 I'm His Child

521 I'm Still Standing 521 Ice Ice Baby

521 Imagine

521 In My Life

521 It's A Man's Man's Man's World 521 Lose My Breath

521 Memory

521 Outcast

521 Over The Rainbow

521 Same Love

521 Santa Claus Is Coming To Town 521 Teach Your Children

521 Tell Me Something Good

521 The Final Countdown

521 Uptight (Everything's Alright) 545 Big Ass Heart

545 I Love L.A.

545 I Melt With You

548 Big Girls Don't Cry

548 Mary's Boy Child

548 O Holy Night

548 On Our Way

548 One Bourbon, One Scotch, One

Beer

548 One Less Bell To Answer

554 Maybe This Time 554 My Favourite Things 554 My Sharona

557 Marry You

558 Cool

559 Cool Kids

560 Celebrity Skin

560 Cheek To Cheek

560 Dance The Night Away

560 Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend / Material Girl

560 Don't Go Breaking My Heart 560 Don't Wanna Lose You

560 Feliz Navidad

560 Here Comes Santa Claus 560 I Know What Boys Like

560 I Know Where I've Been 560 Trouty Mouth

571 Total Eclipse Of The Heart

572 Don't Make Me Over

573 Call Me Maybe

574 We Are The Champions

575 Time After Time

576 Bring Him Home

576 Broadway Baby 576 Buenos Aires 576 Burning Up 576 Yesterday

581 Boys / Boyfriend

582 Mercy

582 You Get What You Give

582 You Have More Friends Than You

Know

582 You Learn / You've Got A Friend

582 You Should Be Dancing

582 You're All The World To Me 582 You're My Best Friend

582 You've Lost That Lovin' Feelin' 590 Break Free

590 Jingle Bell Rock 590 Jingle Bells

590 Joy To The World 590 One Of Us

590 Tonight

590 You're The Top

590 You've Got To Hide Your Love

Away

590 Your Song

599 To Sir, With Love

600 Torn

601 Wake Me Up

601 Wannabe

601 Wedding Bell Blues

604 Touch A Touch A Touch A Touch Me

604 UpUpUp

606 All Or Nothing

606 Alone

606 Cry

606 Leaving On A Jet Plane

606 Let It Go

606 Mickey

606 Movin' Out (Anthony's Song) 606 Mr. Roboto / Counting Stars 606 Try A Little Tenderness

606 U Can't Touch This

606 Uninvited

606 Vacation

606 Wanna Be Startin' Somethin' 606 What Kind Of Fool

606 Whistle

606 Will You Love Me Tomorrow /

Head Over Feet 606 Wishin' And Hoping

606 YouAndI/YouAndI

624 Do Ya Think I'm Sexy?

624 Do You Hear What I Hear? 624 Do You Wanna Touch Me (Oh

Yeah)

624 Lucky Star

624 Merry Christmas Darling 629 Damn It, Janet

629 Danny's Song

629 Daydream Believer

629 Deck The Rooftop

629 Ding-Dong! The Witch Is Dead 634 All I Want For Christmas Is You 634 Angels We Have Heard On High 634 Anything Goes / Anything You Can

634 As If We Never Said Goodbye

634 As Long As You're There 634 Bamboleo / Hero

634 Bella Notte

634 Copacabana

634 Do They Know It's Christmas? 634 Last Christmas

634 Let It Snow

634 We Need A Little Christmas

634 Welcome Christmas

634 Whenever I Call You Friend

634 Whip It

634 You Are The Sunshine Of My Life

650 All You Need Is Love

651 Americano / Dance Again

652 Crush

653 Big Spender

653 Make 'Em Laugh

653 White Christmas

653 Yeah!

657 (Charlie Chaplin song)

657 (originally by Michael Bublé) 657 Away In A Manger

657 Baby Got Back

657 Christmas Eve With You 657 Come Sail Away

657 You Are Woman, I Am Man 657 You Spin Me Round (Like A

Record)

665 You're A Mean One, Mr. Grinch

666 Starlight Express

666 The Trolley Song

666 The Winner Takes It All

666 There's A Light (Over At The

Frankenstein Place) 670 Take Care Of Yourself

671 Sweet Caroline

672 Ben

672 Best Day Of My Life 672 Blue Christmas

672 Candles

676 Starships

676 Suddenly Seymour 676 Sweet Transvestite

679 Thong Song

680 The Fox (What Does The Fox

Say?)

680 The Living Years

682 The Chipmunk Song (Christmas Don't Be Late)

682 The First Noël

#once again i am telling all of you to not do it #ANYWAYS!#glee song ranking

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angelhummel · 3 years ago

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once again i spent hours of my life answering >5000 questions in order to sort almost all of the glee songs ever (there’s 683 songs in the sorter when there’s over 700 on the show) anyway if you wanna see my rankings for those then check it out <3 [also here’s the sorter!]

1 Being Alive 2 Rose's Turn 3 Baby, It's Cold Outside 4 Le Jazz Hot 5 Maybe This Time 6 And I Am Telling You I'm Not Going 7 Come What May 8 To Sir, With Love 9 As If We Never Said Goodbye 10 Valerie 11 Somewhere Only We Know 12 Cough Syrup 13 Teenage Dream 14 Not The Boy Next Door 15 It's Too Late 16 It's My Life / Confessions Part II 17 Start Me Up / Livin' On A Prayer 18 When I Get You Alone 19 The Happening 20 The Boy Is Mine 21 Home 22 Don't You Want Me 23 How Will I Know 24 Bad Romance 25 Not While I'm Around 26 Scream 27 Shake It Out 28 On My Own 29 Hate On Me 30 Bills, Bills, Bills 31 4 Minutes 32 True Colors 33 There Are Worse Things I Could Do 34 Go Your Own Way 35 Jessie's Girl 36 Proud Mary 37 Tongue Tied 38 Last Christmas 39 Somebody Loves You 40 Back To Black 41 Sweet Transvestite 42 For Good 43 At The Ballet 44 Gloria 45 Blame It (On The Alcohol) 46 Like A Prayer 47 So Emotional 48 Misery 49 Nasty / Rhythm Nation 50 Toxic 51 Don't Speak 52 Born This Way 53 Dog Days Are Over 54 Defying Gravity 55 Last Name 56 Womanizer 57 I Will Always Love You 58 Broadway Baby 59 The Lady Is A Tramp 60 I'm A Slave 4 U 61 Centerfold / Hot In Herre 62 Thriller / Heads Will Roll 63 Bust Your Windows 64 Candyman 65 Brave 66 Boys / Boyfriend 67 The Scientist 68 The Scientist (Acapella) 69 Dream On 70 Hey Jude 71 I Lived 72 I'm Still Here 73 I Believe In A Thing Called Love 74 Me Against The Music 75 Like A Virgin 76 My Man 77 Everybody Wants To Rule The World 78 I Have Nothing 79 Blackbird 80 Got To Get You Into My Life 81 Animal 82 3 83 I Follow Rivers 84 Just The Way You Are 85 Constant Craving 86 Don't Stop Me Now 87 Hung Up 88 Let's Have A Kiki 89 Love Shack 90 Marry The Night 91 Hit Me With Your Best Shot / One Way Or Another 92 It's Not Right, But It's Okay 93 I Want To Hold Your Hand 94 All You Need Is Love 95 Getting Married Today 96 Don't Rain On My Parade 97 Don't Stop Believin' (Regionals) 98 We've Got Tonite 99 Smooth Criminal 100 Uptown Girl 101 Sway 102 If I Die Young 103 No One Is Alone 104 Look At Me I'm Sandra Dee 105 No Scrubs 106 Mamma Mia 107 Papa Don't Preach 108 Teenage Dream (Acoustic Version) 109 Santa Baby 110 We Found Love 111 Roar 112 She's Not There 113 Spotlight 114 The Way You Look Tonight/You're Never Fully Dressed Without A Smile 115 Some Nights 116 Rumour Has It / Someone Like You 117 You Make Me Feel So Young 118 You Keep Me Hangin' On 119 I'll Stand By You (Amber) 120 Hand In My Pocket / I Feel The Earth Move 121 Crazy / U Drive Me Crazy 122 Funny Girl 123 Cold Hearted 124 Keep Holding On 125 Bye Bye Bye / I Want It That Way 126 I Know Where I've Been 127 I Kissed A Girl (Season Six) 128 Hopelessly Devoted To You 129 Homeward Bound / Home 130 Into The Groove 131 Hold On 132 Tell Him 133 Nutbush City Limits 134 Because You Loved Me 135 Perfect 136 Cherish / Cherish 137 Do You Wanna Touch Me (Oh Yeah) 138 Ding-Dong! The Witch Is Dead 139 You Are The Sunshine Of My Life 140 Tik Tok 141 The Safety Dance 142 Oops!... I Did It Again 143 Run Joey Run 144 Time Warp 145 Something's Coming 146 Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go 147 The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face 148 Vogue 149 Downtown 150 Diva 151 Dancing With Myself 152 Rockstar 153 Wrecking Ball 154 We Are Young 155 I Saw Her Standing There 156 Jumpin', Jumpin' 157 Just Can't Get Enough 158 Take Me To Church 159 Wannabe 160 It's All Over 161 Take Me Home Tonight 162 If I Were A Boy 163 Landslide 164 Pompeii 165 The Bitch Is Back / Dress You Up 166 Christmas Wrapping 167 Buenos Aires 168 Call Me Maybe 169 You Can't Stop The Beat 170 Seasons Of Love 171 Safety Dance 172 Dream A Little Dream 173 Alfie 174 I Want To Break Free 175 Baby One More Time 176 A House Is Not A Home 177 Daydream Believer 178 I Don't Know How To Love Him 179 Hungry Like The Wolf / Rio 180 Suddenly Seymour 181 People 182 Silly Love Songs 183 Love Song 184 Shout It Out Loud 185 Some People 186 One Of Us 187 Sing! 188 Up Up Up 189 Torn 190 Popular 191 This Is The New Year 192 Paradise By The Dashboard Light 193 Let It Snow 194 Let It Be 195 Never Can Say Goodbye 196 Touch A Touch A Touch A Touch Me 197 La Isla Bonita 198 Tightrope 199 My Love Is Your Love 200 Love Is A Battlefield 201 Losing My Religion 202 Total Eclipse Of The Heart 203 This Time 204 I Dreamed A Dream 205 Leaving On A Jet Plane 206 Locked Out Of Heaven 207 Chandelier 208 Girl On Fire 209 Telephone 210 Don't Cry For Me Argentina 211 Human Nature 212 Halo / Walking On Sunshine 213 Anything Goes / Anything You Can Do 214 Make You Feel My Love 215 Stronger 216 Nowadays / Hot Honey Rag 216 Pumpin' Blood 218 Papa Can You Hear Me? 219 Summer Nights 220 Sweet Caroline 221 Superstition 222 We Will Rock You 223 Alone 224 Hello, I Love You 225 Against All Odds (Take A Look At Me Now) 226 A Hard Day's Night 227 Mine 228 My Prerogative 229 Beauty School Drop Out 230 My Lovin' (You're Never Gonna Get It) 231 Extraordinary Merry Christmas 232 Every Breath You Take 233 Express Yourself 234 Everybody Talks 235 Everytime 236 Marry You 237 Moves Like Jagger / Jumpin' Jack Flash 238 My Favorite Things 239 Santa Claus Is Coming To Town 240 River Deep, Mountain High 241 My Life Would Suck Without You 242 Be Okay 243 Applause 244 Cool 245 All I Want For Christmas Is You 246 American Boy 247 Cell Block Tango 248 Breakaway 249 Don't Dream It's Over 250 Let Me Love You (Until You Learn To Love Yourself) 251 Whatever Happened To Saturday Night? 252 Without You 253 Science Fiction Double Feature 254 Loser Like Me 255 I Kissed A Girl 256 I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance With You 257 I Can't Go For That (No Can Do) / You Make My Dreams 258 Don't Stop Believin' (Season 5) 259 Empire State Of Mind 260 Old Time Rock & Roll / Danger Zone 261 Take My Breath Away 262 You Get What You Give 263 Take On Me 264 Beautiful 265 It's Time 266 ABC 267 Afternoon Delight 268 Don't Stand So Close To Me / Young Girl 269 Don't Stop Believin' (Season 1) 270 Colorblind 271 Cool Kids 272 Dancing Queen 273 Songbird 274 Somebody That I Used To Know 275 Singing In The Rain / Umbrella 276 I Feel Pretty / Unpretty 277 Borderline / Open Your Heart 278 In My Life 279 I'm Still Standing 280 Blow Me (One Last Kiss) 281 Do Ya Think I'm Sexy? 282 Do They Know It's Christmas? 283 Mustang Sally 284 Pinball Wizard 285 Anything Could Happen 286 America 287 Any Way You Want It 288 Higher Ground 289 Flashdance... What A Feeling 290 My Life 291 Let It Go 292 If I Can't Have You 293 L-O-V-E 294 Closer 295 Addicted To Love 296 Heroes 297 A Boy Like That 298 Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend / Material Girl 299 Holding Out For A Hero 300 Dinosaur 301 Disco Inferno 302 Party All The Time 303 Raise Your Glass 304 Push It 305 Lean On Me 306 Pure Imagination 307 Lovefool 308 Lovin', Touchin', Squeezin' 309 Americano / Dance Again 310 All Of Me 311 At Last 312 Promises, Promises 313 Hair / Crazy In Love 314 Happy Xmas (War Is Over) 315 Chasing Pavements 316 Don't You (Forget About Me) 317 Love Child 318 School's Out 319 Poker Face 320 Boogie Shoes 321 Bootylicious 322 I Love New York / New York, New York 323 One Less Bell To Answer 324 Signed, Sealed, Delivered I'm Yours 325 Rehab 326 I Don't Want To Know 327 Shout 328 I'm The Greatest Star 329 I Love It 330 Never Say Never 331 Juke Box Hero 332 One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer 333 Glad You Came 334 For Once In My Life 335 Here Comes The Sun 336 Baby It's You 337 Drive My Car 338 Last Friday Night 339 Roots Before Branches 340 The Only Exception 341 Survivor / I Will Survive 342 All Or Nothing 343 Time After Time 344 You're The One That I Want 345 Yeah! 346 Starships 347 You've Got To Hide Your Love Away 348 Story Of My Life 349 Something 350 We Need A Little Christmas 351 Gold Digger 352 Beth 353 Fighter 354 Forget You 355 How To Be A Heartbreaker 356 Get Back 357 Love You Like A Love Song 358 There's A Light (Over At The Frankenstein Place) 359 We Got The Beat 360 Make 'Em Laugh 361 Sing 362 U Can't Touch This 363 Try A Little Tenderness 364 Pony 365 On Our Way 366 Lucky Star 367 Loser 368 Over The Rainbow 369 Outcast 370 Stop! In The Name Of Love / Free Your Mind 371 What Makes You Beautiful 372 Will You Love Me Tomorrow / Head Over Feet 373 Wide Awake 374 Wishin' And Hoping 375 Yesterday 376 Out Here On My Own 377 You're All The World To Me 378 Somethin' Stupid 379 Someday We'll Be Together 380 River 381 The Longest Time 382 Somebody To Love 383 The Edge Of Glory 384 The Most Wonderful Day Of The Year 385 Lucky 386 Memory 387 Mary's Boy Child 388 Longest Time 389 My Dark Side 390 Taking Chances 391 The First Noël 392 Smile 393 Celebrity Skin 394 All That Jazz 395 A Thousand Years 396 Big Girls Don't Cry 397 Ain't No Way 398 Don't Sleep In The Subway 399 Doo Wop (That Thing) 400 Don't Stop 401 Uptight (Everything's Alright) 402 New York State Of Mind 403 Turning Tables 404 Vacation 405 Fire 406 Hold It Against Me 407 I've Gotta Be Me 408 Endless Love 409 Run The World (Girls) 410 Saving All My Love For You 411 Give Up The Funk 412 I Am Changing 413 I Melt With You 414 I Could Have Danced All Night 415 Fat Bottomed Girls 416 Hot For Teacher 417 Never Going Back Again 418 Imagine 419 Jolene 420 Arthur's Theme 421 Damn It, Janet 422 Control 423 Barracuda 424 Copacabana 425 Barely Breathing 426 I Look To You 427 Come Sail Away 428 Jump 429 Clarity 430 Friday I'm In Love 431 Jar Of Hearts 432 It's Not Unusual 433 Footloose 434 Here Comes Santa Claus 435 Happy Days Are Here Again / Get Happy 436 Help! 437 Greased Lightning 438 Hell To The No 439 All Out Of Love 440 (You Make Me Feel Like) A Natural Woman 441 Candles 442 All By Myself 443 Hello Goodbye 444 It's A Man's Man's Man's World 445 I Say A Little Prayer 446 It Must Have Been Love 447 Just Give Me A Reason 448 Come See About Me 449 Born To Hand Jive 450 I Want To Know What Love Is 451 I Wish 452 I'll Remember 453 Get It Right 454 (I've Had) The Time Of My Life 455 I'll Stand By You (Cory) 456 Forever Young 457 A Change Would Do You Good 458 Smile (Charlie Chaplin song) 459 Best Day Of My Life 460 An Innocent Man 461 Dreams 462 All About That Bass 463 Home (originally by Michael Bublé) 464 Black Or White 465 Baby 466 Bad 467 Problem 468 Oh Chanukah 469 What Kind Of Fool 470 Wings 471 You're My Best Friend 472 You're All I Need To Get By 473 White Christmas 474 Whenever I Call You Friend 475 Wanna Be Startin' Somethin' 476 What Doesn't Kill You (Stronger) 477 Wedding Bell Blues 478 More Than A Feeling 479 More Than A Woman 480 Our Day Will Come 481 P.Y.T. (Pretty Young Thing) 482 Here's To Us 483 Honesty 484 Hall Of Fame 485 It's All Coming Back To Me Now 486 Teach Your Children 487 Night Fever 488 What The World Needs Now 489 Listen 490 Let Me Love You 491 Live While We're Young 492 Light Up The World 493 Trouty Mouth 494 Werewolves Of London 495 Kiss 496 Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas 497 Movin' Out (Anthony's Song) 498 Mickey 499 Mean 500 Mercy 501 Merry Christmas Darling 502 Let's Wait Awhile 503 Man In The Mirror 504 Rather Be 505 Rise 506 Good Vibrations 507 Faithfully 508 Firework 509 How Deep Is Your Love 510 Fix You 511 Fire And Rain 512 Give Your Heart A Break 513 Rockin' Around The Christmas Tree 514 Little Girls 515 Cry 516 Bust A Move 517 Bridge Over Troubled Water 518 Bring Him Home 519 Cheek To Cheek 520 Break Free 521 As Long As You're There 522 Big Ass Heart 523 Bitch 524 Bamboleo / Hero 525 Away In A Manger 526 Deck The Rooftop 527 Christmas Eve With You 528 Angels We Have Heard On High 529 Creep 530 Crush 531 Make No Mistake, She's Mine 532 Lose My Breath 533 Look At Me I'm Sandra Dee (Reprise) 534 What I Did For Love 535 Wake Me Up 536 Thousand Miles 537 Take A Bow 538 Still Got Tonight 539 The Music Of The Night 540 Stereo Hearts 541 The Chipmunk Song (Christmas Don't Be Late) 542 Take Me Or Leave Me 543 I'm The Only One 544 Isn't She Lovely 545 I Just Can't Stop Loving You 546 I'll Never Fall In Love Again 547 Unchained Melody 548 You're A Mean One, Mr. Grinch 549 You Have More Friends Than You Know 550 You Should Be Dancing 551 I'm His Child 552 You Learn / You've Got A Friend 553 Somewhere 554 So Far Away 555 Uptown Funk 556 The Winner Takes It All 557 They Long To Be Close To You 558 Tonight 559 Being Good Isn't Good Enough 560 You May Be Right 561 To Love You More 562 Don't Wanna Lose You 563 Do You Hear What I Hear? 564 Ice Ice Baby 565 Don't Go Breaking My Heart 566 Don't Make Me Over 567 I Won't Give Up 568 I'll Be Home For Christmas 569 I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For 570 I Still Believe / Super Bass 571 I Wanna Dance With Somebody (Who Loves Me) 572 I Want You Back 573 Father Figure 574 Everybody Hurts 574 Gangnam Style 576 We Are The Champions 577 Stayin' Alive 578 Superman 579 The Rose 580 Don't Stop Believin' (Rachel) 581 Fly / I Believe I Can Fly 582 Gives You Hell 583 I Love L.A. 584 Mr. Roboto / Counting Stars 585 O Holy Night 586 Only The Good Die Young 587 One 588 Silent Night 589 Piano Man 590 Sexy And I Know It 591 Sgt. Pepper's Lonley Hearts Club Band 592 Pretending 593 Physical 594 Danny's Song 595 Stand 596 The Final Countdown 597 You Can't Always Get What You Want 598 You Are Woman, I Am Man 599 You've Lost That Lovin' Feelin' 600 Your Song 601 Say 602 No Air 603 Need You Now 604 No Surrender 605 Piece Of My Heart 606 Thong Song 607 Blurred Lines 608 Another One Bites The Dust 609 I Was Here 610 Bella Notte 611 I Know What Boys Like 612 God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen 613 Glory Days 614 Friday 615 More Than Words 616 Waiting For A Girl Like You 617 Welcome Christmas 618 You Spin Me Round (Like A Record) 619 You Give Love A Bad Name 620 We Built This City 621 Whistle 622 Who Are You Now? 623 You And I / You And I 624 Take Care Of Yourself 625 Tell Me Something Good 626 The Rain In Spain 627 Can't Fight This Feeling 628 Jingle Bell Rock 629 In Your Eyes 630 Hello 631 Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life) 632 I Only Have Eyes For You 633 Jingle Bells 634 Joy To The World 635 I Wanna Sex You Up 636 Fight For Your Right (To Party) 637 Feliz Navidad 638 I'm So Excited 639 Uninvited 640 The Living Years 641 The Fox (What Does The Fox Say?) 642 O Christmas Tree 643 One Love (People Get Ready) 644 Ohio 645 Only Child 646 Hello Twelve, Hello Thirteen, Hello Love 647 My Sharona 648 Dance The Night Away 649 Poison 650 My Cup 651 Not The End 652 What It Feels Like For A Girl 653 Listen To Your Heart 654 Little Drummer Boy 655 One Hand, One Heart 656 Bein' Green 657 Big Spender 658 Billionaire 659 Ben 660 Gimme More 661 Burning Up 662 Hey Ya! 663 Hey, Soul Sister 664 Baby Got Back 665 Blue Christmas 666 Bohemian Rhapsody 667 Far From Over 668 The Trolley Song 669 Starlight Express 670 Whip It 671 You're The Top 672 Red Solo Cup 673 Next To Me 674 Rolling In The Deep 675 Rainbow Connection 676 La Cucaracha 677 (You're) Having My Baby 678 A Little Less Conversation 679 Happy 680 Highway To Hell 681 Same Love 682 Rock Lobster 683 Girls Just Want To Have Fun

#glee #glee song ranking #ranking #my thoughts #mine #umm so funny story #well first of all some of the mash ups werent even together #like anyway you want it and lovin touchin squeezin #they were listed as their own songs #i thought they'd end up being closer but they arent and thats hilarious #also there's the scientist and then the scientist acoustic?? idk what that is #but they're close together #umm home by michael bubbles #it did not tell me what the song was #it literally said (michael buble version) or something #and i did not think to look it up until after my results #sooo... if i knew it was a rory song it would not be that high lmao #anyway as you can see it is a bit of a mess #but my top ten is really solid again<3 #oh also there was only one 'just the way you are'#so i chose to pretend it was the s5 version which is why its higher #than if i were pretending it were the s2 version

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2-cute-4-school · 4 years ago

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𝚗𝚌𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚢, 𝚎𝚡𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜/𝚘

a/n: hiiiii so i decided to make this a 2in1 reaction; basically i just put together 2 of my requests that were *in my opinion* closely related. hope y’all don’t mind and enjoy!! ( ˊᵕˋ )♡.°⑅

requested by annonies: ‘Hey.. could you please do nct dream reaction to s/o having high fever and just wants cuddls? 🥺 like how would they take care of them.. make it fluffy please.’ & ‘nct dream reaction to their s/o being EXTREMELY tired and then like ummmmm cuddling and stuff maybe?? *uwuing in the distance*’

Mark Lee

okay but just imagine this (๑◕︵◕๑)

cuddle sessions when you’re both stretched thin and overworked

even though we all know he isn’t big on skinship i think he would throw all reticence out the window when it’s crystal clear that you both NEED each other ꒰๑˃͈꒳˂͈๑꒱ﾉ*ﾞ̥

so you just crawl under the bankets into his arms and you both just lay together in silence just enjoying each other’s presence

bonus points if he runs his hand through your hair and you trace shapes with the pads of your fingers on his skin (´,,•ω•,,)♡

it would probaby take a couple of lazy kisses and if you’re really really soft he might just hum some song lowly in your ear

just a lil heads up:

you ain’t getting out of his arms ‘til next morning so better hope you peed beforehand and have a bottle of water in reach (ಠ‿↼)

the only thing that would make him get up without a second thought?

if you’re feverish because of your exhaustion

his worry wouldn’t allow him to settle down until he’s 110% sure he made everything in his power to keep you comfortable

“cold towels, water, painkillers just in case, is there anything i’m forgetting? babe, should i make you some tea-”

“mark, you know what would make me feel SO much better?”

“huh?” ｢(ﾟ<ﾟ)ﾞ??

“CUDDLES, BABE, CUDDLES!!” (╬ Ò ‸ Ó)

you don’t have to say that twice, your man is tucking you into his side in an instant flash ain’t got nothing on mark, he’s a man on a mission

he’ll try to stay awake long enough to make sure you’ve fallen asleep properly since he knows your fever won’t go away without proper rest

might hover over you the next morning too!! ( ≧Д≦)

Huang Renjun

this boy would FRET like CONSTANTLY

especially if you develop a fever

he keeps piling up a lot of stuff in your room, anything he deems would be potentially helpful at some point is surrounding your bed

“jun, why tf is a cactus on my nightstand?” Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑)

“what if haechan walks through the door?”

“... understandable” ¯\_( ◉ 3 ◉ )_/¯

your room looks like a deposit at this point and you’ve tried to drag him to bed more times than you can count

but he’s restless ༼ ಥ ‿ ಥ ༽

until your frustration topples over and you’re on the verge of tears as you ask him for ✨cuddles ✨

he might actually feel bad for not joining you earlier so he’s gonna be EXTRA soft with you enjoy it while you can

he’s gonna pepper kisses all over you as he encases you in his lil arms and nuzzles his face into the crown of your head (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ )

he’s ready to offer free massages or head scratches!!!! LIMITED OFFER DON’T MISS OUT!!!

also he’s ready for literally anything

fever? medicine and wet towels nearby. thirst? 4 bottles of water AND gatorade. hunger? your favourite take out is waiting. any intruders? cactus is right by his hand. cuddles? CUDDLES!!!!! (۶* ��ꆚ’)۶”

i think he’ll probably stay up even after you fell asleep, reading about how exhaustion affects one’s body and how to help i just think he’s a really wholesome person despite his all ‘don’t talk to him he angy’ character

but he’s still SO attentive to you!!

he’s down to anything that would make you feel better and if that means 20 hours of non stop cuddling so be it (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

Lee Jeno

i think he’d be REALLY clingy with you even in normal circumstances kind of like how he’s with mark ya know

so your affected well-being will just give him an extra reason to evolve to his ULTIMATE LEVEL OF PHYSICAL AFFECTION◝( ′ㅂ`)و ̑̑

he won’t let you lift A FINGER

my man is cuddling you even while standing up (灬 ♡ ω ♡ 灬)

he’s also going to insist on carrying you anywhere even if it’s just from the bed to the bathroom this boi is strong you have no excuse to shy away from him he won’t let you

you have no chance at escaping him btw his arms are made of iron when it comes to cuddles good luck prying them off you

and even though he’s clearly focusing on your requested cuddles, he’ll ask you from time to time if you need anything, how you’re feeling, if you’re comfortable

lowkey uses the excuse of checking your temperature to give you endless forehead kithes cuz he can (*＾∀ﾟ)ъ

he also becomes kind of hyperaware of every little move you make

you shiver? he’s cocooning you in yet another blanket. you’re becoming restless? he adjusts your cuddling position until you’re fully comfortable.

NOTHING gets past him ┌༼ σ ‸ σ ༽┐

idk why but i have a hunch that jeno sleeps like a rock

so if he happens to fall asleep too and you need to get up? pfft yeah sure better call for a crane to lift you up from the bed ૮( ᵒ̌ૢꇴᵒ̌ૢ )ა｡

he’s also going to be EXTREMELY cranky if anyone dares interrupt your extended cuddle session this is strictly ‘only y/n and jeno time’

he might also entertain you with a few pictures of his cats if you’re feeling soft or ugly pictures of his members if you need a good laugh

would totally recommend leaving yourself in jeno’s care!! ♡(.◜ω◝.)♡

Lee Haechan

he would LIVE for your cuddle sessions (●♡∀♡))

despite that, he WOULDN’T STAND you being uncomfortable for a single second if he can do something against that

i think he’s the type of person who wouldn’t leave even the smallest of papercuts untreated when it comes to his partner so exhaustion? fever? yeah no. frickin. way. ┐(;Ծ⌓Ծ;)┌

and after he’s absolutely sure he has everything you might need nearby and put a cold cloth on your forehead and made sure you were hydrated and well fed

he finally climbs into bed with you and just SMOTHERS the shite outta you i’m not even kidding ꒰๑*´ᗜ`*꒱*›◡‹꒱꒱

he’s full on *leech mode*, kisses and nuzzles and gentle caresses

and best part of the package? this man is a walking spotify premium!!

you get to choose whatever song you want and switch with no ads and he has no complaints since his payment is already made in cuddles

you thought this was the end of it?? SIKE

also an entertainment king!! ୧༼✿ ͡◕ д ◕͡ ༽୨

we all know he probably has shit on all of the members and he’s not shy to do some harmless story telling to put you in a good mood

so just imagine and try coming up with anything better

sleepy you engulfed in the sunshine himself’s arms, tightly cradled against him with his soothing honey voice murmuring and humming to you and only you ˭̡̞(◞⁎˃ᆺ˂)◞*✰

his protective side might surface too btw

no one is allowed near you and if someone somehow managed to bother you? oh hell naw 🙃

now they’re on hyuck’s black list good luck mate

his babie gets the royalty treatment in those times guaranteed

Na Jaemin

he’s a doting boyfriend either way i think we can all agree on that

but you clinging to him and asking for cuddles? you not feeling well?

yeah not on his watch mother hen in action part the sea (ﾉ･ｪ･)ﾉ

i don’t think he’d panic tho, his only struggle would be postponing the cuddles you’re asking for while he prepares something to eat and a tea and fluffs up the pillows and blankets he’s gathered (oꆤ︵ꆤo)

but once he’s done?

yeah you’re bundled in a mountain of softness and most importantly? our cuddle bug jaemin (♡ >ω< ♡)

he’ll keep you propped up against his chest while he feeds you himself, proper care is something unskippable in his agenda

but after that any cuddling position is FREE REAL ESTATE!!

anything his baby wants, his baby gets ෆ╹ .̮ ╹ෆ

but for the sake of his mental stability he’d prefer to be in a position from where he can see you

boi is too worried to let you out of his sight so he’s aiming to be the big spoon or facing you directly 三 ( ◜◡‾)っ)⁰▿⁰)

he’ll help you fall asleep in any way he can

he’ll caress your back, your arms, he’ll softly massage your neck and shoulders, he has a playlist ready for sleepy moods

he is PREPARED ٩(๑•̀ㅂ•́)و

he checks your temperature every so often and he grumbles with a pout if it doesn’t seem to be going down

but if it comes down to it he won’t hesitate to ask someone to bring some medicine and if your exhaustion and/or fever doesn’t relent he’ll insist on getting checked by a doctor

it would break his heart to see you so weak and no ammount of cuddles could repair it until he sees you up and healthy again (◕⌓◕;)

but he’ll do all the pampering in the world so don’t worry

Zhong Chenle

i think he would hesitate at first but only because he’s kinda scared he’ll only make it worse and he WOULDN’T want that ( ⚆ _ ⚆ )

eventually i guess he’d step out to call his mum for help before he pulls some bull like ‘let’s do some math it’s gonna be fun’ and you lose your shit like no thanks fam i wanna live (┛ಠДಠ)┛彡┻━┻

he’ll listen RELIGIOUSLY to his mum’s advice

makes you some chamomile exactly how you like it, probably pulls together something small to eat but won’t force you

what he will force you to take is some medicine you ain’t dying on his watch (๑･`▱´･๑)

and most importantly... DAEGAL CUDDLES!!!! imagine getting to cuddle every nctzen’s bias

he might get *a little* jelly tho if you pay too much attention to her tho

so he makes up some dumb excuse about dog hair aggravating your fever or some dubious other reason why you have to let go of his puppy and cuddle HIM!! ೕ(•̀ᴗ•́)

he’ll do that cute thing where he leans his forehead against yours to check your temperature he has to be extra until the end

and before you go to sleep he’ll try to prod at you to tell him what caused you to be so exhausted that you developed a fever might nag at you too about how unheathy it is to let it get to that point

he just wants to help okay? baby is worried in his own way ( •́ ∧ •̀ )

if there’s ANYTHING he can do to help consider it done by the time you wake up he’ll ALWAYS go an extra mile for you

and chenle wants to make sure you are aware of that and can lean on him so it never gets to this point again

but for the time being... it’s cuddles and relaxation time!! ✧(๑✪д✪)۶

better believe he’s already preparing a spa day for both of you to enjoy like the ✨spicy ✨ bitches you are

Park Jisung

his heartbeat accelerates

and unfortunately it’s not because he’s flustered shame (#ﾟﾛﾟ#)

his only thought when he sees you with bag under your eyes and a cold wet cloth on your forehead is ‘shit, they’re dying wait no censor the first part i can’t get my mouth washed with soap but... poop, they’re dying’

ONE step away from calling for an ambulance or morgue in his mind

he SWEARS he’ll let you teach him how to ride a bycicle as long as you get out of this safe and sound (╬⁽⁽ ⁰ ⁾⁾ Д ⁽⁽ ⁰ ⁾⁾)

he’s a bit of a mess, but he’s your cute mess

it would take *quite* a bit of reassurance that you’re going to be fine after a good night’s sleep and some jisung time for him to somewhat relax

his cheeks will flush once he curls himself around your form no matter how many times you’ve cuddled before

but once you sigh blissfully once he wraps his arms around you, it’s game over for him ε=(｡♡ˇд ˇ♡｡）

he MELTS against you

he’ll caress your head and gently scratch your scalp, lays kisses on your cheeks/forehead/crown of your head

but he will also fret every time you toss and turn or you make any sound that seems ‘distressed’ to him

we all know he can sleep anywhere under a frickin carpet so he won’t have any problems adjusting to whatever works for you since all that matters to him atm is that you’re comfortable (♡ >ω< ♡)

he just wants you to get better faster

he’ll talk to you in a hushed voice, encouraging and praising you and assuring you that once you’re all better he’ll help you with whatever you need and EVERYTHING will be well in the end ٩(ó｡ò۶ ♡)

he’s a senstitive person so he just wants to be there for you in any shape and form he can be

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captain-jensen · 4 years ago

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Everything Else is Extra

Chris Evans x childless!reader

Summary: You and Chris have been friends for a long time. One night you both confess your feelings for each other, however there’s a couple things that could get in the way. Age and life goals, what will be the outcome?

Warnings: Angst, childless reader (if you do want children then this probably isn’t for you), age gap.

Author’s note: WOW has it been a long time since I’ve written anything so I am so sorry if this is shit. I’ve been going through it lately so I just wanted to escape and write a story I’ve been wanting to for a while. I have loved every fic I’ve read but I haven’t found any fics where the reader has this mindset and I know I can’t be the only one who has these feelings as well. So I hope you like this if you have the same opinion! Sorry it’s pretty long but I just wanted to make sure everything was explained properly. The dialogue is also pretty cheesy but it’s angst sooo whatever.

It was like any other movie night for yourself and Chris. Sitting on the couch (maybe a bit too close together), watching ‘The Little Mermaid’, and eating and drinking the night away. This is a regular occurrence, and has been for the past 4 years of yours and Chris’ friendship. After drunkenly singing a long to every song in the movie you two sit in silence browsing for another Disney classic to watch. “So... karaoke?” Chris suddenly asks, breaking the silence.

“That sounds like a damn good plan Evans! Hook it up!” you exclaim loudly, always loving a good karaoke session while drunk. You guys browse the songs for a couple of minutes before deciding to do a duet of ‘Ain’t No Mountain High Enough’. Singing passionately and loudly you and Chris get lost in the music dancing together and laughing. By the end of the song your eyes are locked into each others. You feel your feet carry you towards him slowly as he does the same. The microphones of the machine are long forgotten as you gaze at him, and him at you. You can’t even remember the first time you thought about doing this, thought about just staring at him for a while as you fall more and more in love with him. It’s been 4 years of longing for you, pining, never ever thinking about the idea that he might just be doing the same. Oh but he was, all these years Chris had been quietly admiring you, watching you go through shitty breakup after shitty breakup. But he never even hinted at the fact that he wanted to be with you since you were 12 years younger than him. It pained him, having to watch love treat you poorly. He wanted more than anything to change that for you, but what would people think? He wasn’t exactly lining up to be the next Leonardo DiCaprio, only dating women much younger than himself. At the same time however, he couldn’t help it. He was drawn to you, everything about you. You’re strong, independent, happy, funny, and the most caring person he had ever met. You were but a forbidden fruit to him though, never able to get close enough to taste. Or so he thought.

Both of you broke out of your thoughts that were moving a mile a minute, now incredibly close. So close you can smell the beer on his breath the he the wine on yours. Without another thought you moved in at the same time as him and your lips met in the middle. A soft but passionate kiss, nothing hungry or starved, just sweet, tender, and full of love. You’re the one to break the kiss, suddenly feeling an overwhelming sense of guilt and embarrassment. Your face feels hot as you turn away from him to quickly grab your jacket to leave.

“Wait where are you going?” He asks, still slightly out of breath.

“That shouldn’t have happened, I’m so sorry Chris” you try to explain with a shaky voice.

“I think it should have. Y/N, I’ve been wanting to that for so long now”

“No, you’re just drunk. You get emotional when you’re drunk” You try to reason with yourself more so than with him.

“That’s not true. Can we at least talk about it?” He grabs your elbow, trying with all his might to anchor you to him.

“No. not tonight at least. I’m leaving.” And with that you walk out of his living room and out the front door. Not worrying about a cab until you’ve calmed yourself down. You absorb everything. The softness of his lips, the warmth of his hands as he cupped your face, his smell, and lastly his words. Had he actually meant what he said? Or was he just being drunkenly over dramatic and slightly horny? Clearing your head you call for a cab to take you home and hopefully sleep off this confusing feeling you had, and the misplaced hope that the kiss brought you.

Laying in your bed finally, you check your phone and see no text from Chris. Which stands out because he normally checks in with you to make sure you made it home alright. Although, given the circumstance, you couldn’t blame him for not wanting to talk to you. You embarrassed yourself by kissing him but you embarrassed yourself even more by running away like a schoolgirl after. You couldn’t help it though. You couldn’t build yourself up enough to kiss him again because you knew you wouldn’t be able to stop, and you knew that even if you both enjoyed it, it would have spelt heartbreak at the end. Having known Chris for a few years, you knew what he wanted in life. He’s talked about it in interviews and to you personally. He wanted a family. He wanted to get marry to a pretty woman who is good at cooking and wants children. That just isn’t you, getting married sure, but being a mother was something you always knew you didn’t want. You could just never bring yourself to give up so much of your own life and own identity to be a parent. You don’t despise motherhood or demean women who want that life, it just isn’t made for you. This was always one of the main reasons you never told Chris how you felt. You know that even if you were to pursue a relationship it could never last forever solely because of your different goals and values. Although you made peace with this fact early on in your friendship, you start to feel that emotional dam breaking and all those feelings of longing and pain flooding back. But you push them aside and decide to sleep, letting the sober you deal with these problems tomorrow.

Waking late into the morning the next day you feel your head pound lightly with the aftermath of the wine and crying. Not wanting to deal with the day and whatever came with it you decide to have a leisurely hangover day consisting of greasy food, ice cream, and romance movies to mend what you assumed to be a broken and flustered heart.

About 3 hours into your drowsy hibernation and only at about 30% functionality you hear a knock at the door. Assuming its the Chinese food you ordered, you hop off the couch and run towards the door ready to put yourself into a food coma. When you open the door you instead find a tall handsome blue eyed best friend. “Chris, hi.”

“Why haven’t you called me back?” was the first thing he said

“I turned my phone off for a mental health day” you explained simply.

“Ok well I’ve been trying to get a hold of you all day. I want to talk about this with you” he said, almost desperately as he pushed by you lightly making his way into your apartment.

“Chris last night was an accident on both of our parts. So let’s just forget that it happened and move on with our lives ok?”

“No I can’t just forget about it Y/N! That was a special moment for both of us, I know it. I don’t know what you’re so afraid of though. That’s what we need to talk about”

“I’m afraid of reality Chris! Ok? I’m afraid of the way our relationship would turn out. Because I know for a fact that it would end with one of us getting hurt”

“How do you know that?”

“Chris let’s just hypothesize for a minute alright? Let’s say you and I get together, it’s going great, our families are happy for us, we’re happy, everything is grand right? So one day, you decide that you want to marry me. You ask me and I say yes of course. So one night as we sit on the couch, daydreaming about our wedding and future together you say something a long the lines of ‘I can’t wait to start our own little family’. And then you wonder why I look taken a back, and then I say ‘Chris, I don’t want kids’. Then we sit in silence but you eventually say that it’s ok and that we don’t need kids to be happy or to be a family. So we go on with our lives and the wedding. But then a couple more years down the line in our marriage you start to resent me because you’re getting older but don’t have any children. Then we divorce because we both just start to hate each other for what the other one made us do or feel. That is what would happen Chris, believe me, I’ve thought about it for years” You explain your point of view strongly. Dumping every thought you’ve had for the past 4 years out. Chris stands there, dumbfounded. He takes a few deep breaths, fully absorbing everything you said.

“You’re right” Is all he says quietly, barely audible.

“What?” you ask, wanting him to clarify and confirm that he understood what you had said

“You’re right. I did want kids. I used to want to get married and take care of a wife and children. But that was before I knew how I felt about you. Before I realized that all I wanted was you. I know you don’t want kids, and I’m fine with that. I really am, because as long as I’m with you, I won’t need anything else in life. I know you probably don’t believe me but I still want to prove it to you. I need you to know that you make me happy all on your own. You don’t need to push out a baby for me to love you because” and he takes a short pause and a deep breath “Because I love you already, and whether or not you have my babies won’t change that. You are already an amazing woman and not being a mother won’t take away any of your value. So please, tell me you want this as much as I do”

Now it’s your turn to be at a loss of words. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Your heart starts to drum in your ears and your tummy heats up and flips with a mixture of happiness and confusion. Your legs feel weak and your hands are shaky. With a baited breath you slowly move forward to him. Still cautious you grab his hand and without hesitation he grabs back, relaxing only slightly. You look up into his eyes to search for any sign of hesitance. When you don’t find any you lean forwards and go on your tiptoes to press a light kiss on his lips. He kisses back with fervor, determined to let you know how he feels. “You’re sure you won’t hate me in the future?”

“How could I hate you? You’re the woman I love with everything I am”

You continue like this for a while. Embracing each other and reassuring each other that your love is what matters most. Everything else is just extra.

#Chris Evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans imagine #Steve Rogers #steve rogers imagines #steve rogers x reader #chris evans oneshot

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allthevmff · 4 years ago

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Find Afrocurl’s work // AO3 // LJ interview from vmfictitious // originally posted Mar. 20th, 2011

How did you get into Veronica Mars fandom?

Somewhere in the middle of S2, a friend of mine from high school started to talk about this show and how much I’d like it. At the general description of a high school detective, I borrowed her S1 DVDs and devoured the show in three days. After that I started to discover fandom, mostly because I used Inigo’s transcripts to keep myself up with what the show was doing before I could watch live.

Shortly after starting the show, I had this job where I spent too much time in an office and was easily bored. I used a bunch of downtime to read fic and post in a message board (FanForum for anyone curious.) When that job ended (thankfully) I had all of this spare time and just sort of fell into writing.

Were you an experienced writer when you started writing for VM? If so, what kind of writing had you done, and/or what fandoms had you written for? If not, was it really intimidating to post your first story?

I’m a little fuzzy on these details right now, but I wasn’t that experienced when I started writing in VM. I think I had a story or two written in The OC before I posted here, but I had some great support from a few friends (sarah_p // Sarah's Crack ) for one was a big support) when I did post my first story.

What was it about Veronica Mars that interested you? Why did you feel compelled to write for this particular show?

I really fell for the characters when I started to watch. Veronica was such a compelling character, and as I kept watching I fell more in love with Logan, too. I felt compelled in that post-S2 summer to see the relationship between Logan and Veronica explored (as so many other people did.)

Are you creative in other media for fandom (vidding, icons, etc.)?

I pick up making icons here and there, but I don’t think I have the same skill as many other people do. It’s a different creative medium, and one that I think stretches a different part of my brain.

What was the best moment for you, in fandom? (Not necessarily a moment in the show, but fandom itself.)

I think it was the moment when I found myself in a position to go to all of these events around LA and San Diego. I found that people around LJ were interested as a result because there was something for people to enjoy that I had been able to capture.

If you had a magic wand, and could change VM fandom in any way, past or present, what would you do?

I wish S3 hadn’t been so divisive—it’s spoiled so many people on the show, and when you still love parts of it, but not all of it, it’s hard to stay positive around other people.

Of your accomplishments in fandom/cyberspace, which are you most proud of?

Weirdly, I think it’s little things I’ve done that bring a smile to my face. Sharing my time with the cast with others in any way. That’s not just the picspams when I went to an event, but these moments where I could get autographs or phone calls to other people. At different times, I’ve been able to make a friend’s birthday just a little brighter with a message from the cast (Sarah and another friend M.)

What’s your favorite VM episode and why?

I go back and forth on this answer all of the time, but I think it’s Ain’t No Magic Mountain High Enough. In part because it was the first episode I remember watching live, and also because I’m a sucker for banter between Logan and Veronica. That whole episode is filled with it, even if they aren’t together as a couple.

What’s your least favorite episode and why?

Blast from the Past—I just can’t get behind the mystery of the week, or what Jackie does to Veronica as a way to keep Wallace to herself.

How do you feel about season 3?

I’m a mixed bag on the subject. I think that the first arc has promise, though it didn’t do much to satisfy my need for Logan and Veronica in a healthy relationship. I’m not a fan of how Piz was introduced, or what his purpose was in the long run.

The Dean O’Dell arc lacks heart (and the Hearst rapist does too when I look at it), and the last five are just all over the place.

In total, I haven’t brought myself to rewatch the whole season since it aired, but I made a promise to myself at some point I would (I plan to live-blog all of the episodes, but I only managed to finish the first three.)

If you met Rob Thomas, what would you say to him? (Assume that you have taken magical drugs that enable you to not be tongue-tied and you can completely speak your mind.)

I briefly met him and talked to him during season three, but if I could have a longer conversation, I’d really want to understand what his motives were for Logan and Veronica in that season. It seemed that the show always had Logan and Veronica together off screen so that the audience had no real reason to understand those later break-ups.

If you could talk to the writing staff, what question(s) would you have for them?

I’m always interested in some of the specifics of the room—are there any writers who cater to writing for certain characters? What characters do you like to write more than others? I think I’m just interested in their process more than anything else.

Writing

Which story of yours is your favorite, and why?

I’m really a fan of “The Black Hole” because I think it was a different sort of writing exercise for me. I also think I was really into the moment when I wrote it, and it shows. I can’t remember how long it took me to write, but I think it was a pretty quick write once I had the idea solidified in my head.

Are there any stories of yours that are (to your surprise) fan favorites?

Not really a surprise, but I love the reaction I had to Rational Thought. My Piz issues just got one big escape in that piece and everyone who read it had a similar reaction.

Do you (or did you at first) feel uncomfortable posting R or NC17 rated stories?

I think I was a bit apprehensive the first time (especially since it was my first fic in the fandom), but as I’ve written more and more of those fics, I’m more comfortable with the ways of writing it. I also love all of my betas who help me through the mechanics of writing it.

If you could start over and rewrite any of your stories (assume unlimited time and you would be paid for your efforts, because this is a fantasy), which story would you choose, and what changes would you make?

I’m not proud of Compulsion as it was written in the end, so I’d work there and really craft the narrative more than it is now. It’s not that it’s not beta-ed, but that it wasn’t really planned or structured beyond what is written. I think there was promise in the beginning and it floundered.

Do you write for any other fandoms?

I write here and there in a few other fandoms, but most of my work is in VM. Some of the other shows are harder to get a feel for, so much that I don’t know if I have the character voices down.

Do you write any original works, and if so, can we see any of them? Have you ever taken any writing classes? Have you ever published anything? Won any competitions?

I wrote a few pieces of original fic, which are at my writing community. I haven’t been one to take a writing course, but in high school I had an award-winning poem at the local county fair.

That piece, I wrote was in my junior year of high school, spring semester (so let’s call is March 2000.) We had to write an emulation of Langston Hughes’s “I Am”, and I went all out—confused kid to the max. My teacher ate most of it up, and had me submit it to the Fair. It went on to win the best poem for high schoolers, the best high school piece and Best in Show for all student work. I have three lovely ribbons, a paper weight to show for it.

What other VM author influenced you the most? Do you have a favorite VM story (by another author)?

I spent most of my time reading things from Loveathons and Fic From Mars when I was reading, so I guess any of those authors. I really love dark_roast’s ( dark_roast) style. I think mutiousmuse and truemyth (TrueMyth) each have some amazing pieces, too. What’s great about being part of fandom is learning how much else you have in common with authors you love. I’m still friends with Musey and Truemyth after I met them at Comic Con in 2006.

Overall, I think my favorite story is Finite Erasure (TW), which puts me in the camp of loving angst. I worked with Trixx (Trixx) as she wrote it and I think I fell for the story she was telling and how much it hurt along the way.

What fanfic do you wish you’d had the idea for and written yourself?

If I had a mind for her particular brand of crazy, I’d have love to have written One True Pair, because the creativity and perspective amaze me.

Who are your favorite traditional authors? Do you have a favorite book or series?

I love Oscar Wilde’s wit; I love Fitzgerald’s use of flawed characters. When I was in college I became a huge fan of Isaac Bashevis Singer. Sadly I’m not a huge book fan, though I do love words and compelling stories. Persuasion is one of my favorite stories, along with The Alchemist. I found myself more easily distracted by television as a kid and when I do get a book, I tend to read some fluffy chick-lit.

Getting to Know You

To which character in VM do you feel you are the most similar, or what situation in VM reminds you of your own life?

Even though I don’t write her enough, I feel like I’m a slightly less tech-savvy version of Mac. I wasn’t one to have boyfriends in high school, and I think that just influences my outlook now.

Share a fun memory with us, something related to fandom.

This moment at an event in San Diego where my friends and I spent a good five minutes trying to remember the Eleanor Roosevelt quote from Logan’s voicemail.

Or the time I had Jason write a message to my journal without him really knowing where it was going.

Dog person, cat person, neither or both?

Cat person! My cat Auric loves everyone he meets, and wants to keep me from my computer when I leave it open in his presence. He really loves to sit on my keyboard when I’m not around.

What was the happiest day in your life (that you can share with us)?

December 12, 2000—the day I got into college. I’m pretty lame most of the time.

The apocalypse is on us. You’ve got five minutes to gather your stuff before you flee (assume that your loved ones are already safe). What do you take?

This is going to be pretty typical, but my laptop, and external hard drives, so I’m not without my pictures. Maybe a few of my autographs and old-school photos too.

What don’t we know about you, that we should know?

I’m not nearly as interesting as I sound on the internet. ;)

The Nuts and Bolts of Writing

Do you consider yourself a stickler for grammar, or do you prefer a more casual approach? Specifically, serial comma: for or against?

I’m weirdly a stickler for grammar when I’m not the one writing. I’m usually for the serial comma, which I blame on years of it being grilled into my head from school.

What grammar issue do you constantly have to struggle with?

Spelling—I’m horrible at it most of the time.

Do you have any writing reference books you can’t live without?

I have a few copies of writing guides tucked away in my garage, but I don’t regularly look at them when I’m writing.

Are you a plotter or a “pantser”? (Do you outline your stories or do you write “by the seat of your pants”?)

It really depends on the story. I have some basic idea of a fic when I start to write it, but there are times when I only know that general outline and other times when I have a better plan.

There’s one story that’s been buried on my computer that’s plotted more than anything else I write. There are notes on how each chapter should work, but I only did that because it was a true multi-chapter fic.

My other fics that have turned into WIPs are not as plotted as they should be.

What’s your favorite point-of-view to write?

I love third-person more than anything else. It gives you the flexibility to talk about more than one person in the context of the story.

What type of writing is your favorite to write (dialogue, plot, action, interior monologue, description, sex scene, etc.)? Your least favorite?

Dialogue—no questions. I love banter as much as anyone else.

My least favorite—probably sex scenes. They’re awkward to figure out, positions, how clinical but not too clinical.

Do you listen to music while you write? Do you listen to different music depending on what you’re writing?

I do, unless I’m watching TV. My music doesn’t change depending on what I write, though maybe it should. My poor iTunes has been known to be demonic when I read fic, though it doesn’t do that as often when I’m writing.

What inspires you to write?

I like motivational moments that can drive a point home—so I tend to write shorter pieces that are about emotions instead of plot driven.

What blocks you from writing?

Lack of time. The inability to express what I’m looking for.

Specifically for Afrocurl!

What surprised you the most about Jason Dohring in person (that you can share with us)?

He’s a genuinely sweet person who adores his fans and what they do for him. I’d never had too many experiences with actors before I met him and he set the stage for being kind to fans.

How is he like Logan? How is he not like Logan? Did he do anything that freaked you out after watching him on TV so much?

I think he has Logan’s physical ticks—hair rakes and the like.

He’s not as precise with language as Logan. In person he’s sort of like any other California guy I’ve met.

Which story of yours would it appall you the most to find out that Jason had read?

The Weevil and Logan story. I think he’d blush and be shocked at the subject more than anything.

Which of your celebrity encounters thrilled you to death, but the rest of world could care less?

The girl who loves politics was thrilled by meeting Justice Scalia at my college. Though I’m sure I’m the only one who can appreciate it now.

We know you do a lot for charities. Do you have anything coming up that we should know about, that you’d like us to support?

Since Sweet Charity has ended, I haven’t done much work for charity recently. I’ve been a little too busy with the rest of life to help out with the Queensland floods and the like.

What’s your dream job?

Working at a high school teaching either Government or US History, maybe AP if that’s an option.

Your life seems to be going through a lot of changes right now. How do you see yourself ten years from now?...family, job, hobbies, etc., anything you want to share with us.

I’d love to have a stable job, with friends and family nearby for support. I can’t hope for much else than that right now.

Find Afrocurl’s work // AO3 // LJ

Source: X

reposted from vmfictitious // originally published on Mar. 20th, 2011

#vm fanfic #veronica mars fanfic #veronica mars fanfiction #writer wednesday #writerwednesday #author interview #authorinterview #the more things change

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marveloussupernerd · 4 years ago

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I loved the platonic Zen one so much! Would you want to wrrite it from Zen's pOV and he is in love with MC? He would be just staring at her and in love with her but MC is too drunk to notice? Thanks!

Uhm this is literally such a cute idea !? I’ve never written from Zen’s POV and first person makes me feel silly... but let’s throwback to English terms I’m going to use third person limited to him :)) I hope that works for you

Wtf is this POV. Idk. I always refer to the lovely reader as “you.” Today you are “she/her.” If you want something gender neutral feel free to request ! Also I’m sorry if this sucks I’m playing around with points of view

Clubbing - Zen (Zen’s POV)

Warnings: alcohol (duh)

Summary: you’ve had a long day at work. Zen has been meaning to take you to some of his favorite clubs. You’re so pretty... even when you’re drunk, even more so when Zen is drunk. He’s caught feels

She had had the worst week ever, or that’s what it had sounded like. She was texting Zen everyday after work giving her update: “People were extra shitty today,” “working late,” “Friend’s being a real bitch.”

This week had sucked for her. Zen was determined to make it better though! She sounded so tired over the phone. Just exhausted of all the shit she had to put up with. So he recommended they go out clubbing, get super wasted together and let it all out. He knew it’d be therapeutic for her and, heck, maybe with a few drinks in him he’d forget how bubbly and hot he felt around her all the time. That’s the last thing she needed tonight.

He knew she was in desperate need of a fun night, so he picked the bar that he frequented that was right by a college campus. The scene was always lively and the people were nice. It’d be a good pick. His Uber arrived to the spot first. He had to look cool while he waited for you. He had dressed the part! Ripped jeans, a plain white shirt that was slightly fitted to give a little taste at his muscles, and the leather jacket he had pulled out from the back of his closet. He looked pretty cool, and definitely hot. His fans would have a heart attack seeing him in this ensemble, leaning against the wall, a smirk on his face.

When she got out of her Uber, though, that whole persona fell flat. He felt like an idiot. Why was he leaning against the wall! That was so stereotypical. His smirk had definitely changed, hopefully to a smile instead of a grimace. He was being an idiot.

But wow. She looked so good. She had on a skirt that looked so soft and her legs looked so pretty and he was staring at her legs for way too long. And her shirt was a high-necked, slightly cropped top. Not enough to show off her stomach, but just enough to hang there where a little bit of skin would peek out when she moved. She was so so beautiful. She didn’t even have to try. Of course, she had. She looked amazing. Ahhh how long had he been staring!? Say something! Say anything!

“Hey!” It was supposed to sound way cooler than that, way more chill. It came out as more of an exclamation. He was just so excited to see her.

She walked closer to him, a smile on her face. “This better be worth the commute,” she teased. It was a long Uber ride here, but he’d just have to make the trip even more worth it. The pressure was on.

He pushed himself off the wall so that he could better face her. “Oh it will! I’ve been so busy I haven’t been here in a while, but I doubt it’s changed.” He made his way into the building, staying close to her side. It often got pretty busy here. “It’s right outside of a college so you get all the fun college students here.” He had to raise his voice to speak over the music, but she seemed to be listening thoughtfully, a smile on her face as she nodded. God, that smile! Look anywhere else, Zen.

“Sounds messy,” she commented, her eyes scanning across the college students already getting drunk. Her gaze focused on a group of sorority girls in super high cut crop tops and high-waisted shorts. She pulled down her shirt subconsciously to cover up more of her stomach. It shot a pang to Zen’s heart. Did she really think she was any less attractive than these girls? She was so much more beautiful than them.

He chose not to comment on it though, instead following their conversation, explaining how all the students here were fun, as compared to regular bars where there were always people moping mixed in the crowds. He only ever came here when he wanted to get completely hammered and have a good time, but considering that’s what she needed, this was the perfect spot.

She was gazing at him for a little too long; Zen felt his body heat up under her gaze. What was she thinking about? Hopefully only good things. She continued on the conversation as though nothing had happened. “So, what do you typically start with here?”

“Shots. Classic move, especially for the med school students. You’ll see them soon enough. They start off with fireball then make their way down to the cheapest vodka as they get more drunk and can’t actually taste it.” It sounded like he had been here too much; he hoped he didn’t sound like an alcoholic.

But she didn’t judge him. She never had. She was so sweet. She just smiled, suggesting they follow their influence.

Zen offered to go get the drinks, heading up to the bar and placing their order. His eyes caught his own in the reflection in a mirror on the back wall. Why did he look so nervous? He’d need more alcohol to get through tonight. He requested another round of shots.

She seemed surprised to see the four shot glasses he balanced back. “Do they normally do two at once?” She asked, not bothering to hide the surprise in her face.

He shook his head. Don’t blush. Don’t blush. “Nah, they’re too broke for that. But I thought” that I didn’t want to be fawning over you all night. That I can’t look at you without thinking how pretty you are. That alcohol would help. “It’d be fun,” he finally mustered out. He handed her the shot glass, IGNORING how he felt as they brushed hands when they clinked their glasses against each other’s. He downed it smoothly, the burning feeling at his throat deliciously taking his mind off of her. That is until she had her mouth puckered and was shaking her head, holding back a cough. She looked cute even while doing that. “Good?” He asked her, still taking in her reaction.

“Perfect.” She grinned. “Round 2?”

“Already?” Thank God. More alcohol equals less strange feelings.

She laughed. His heart fluttered. “Well, it’s here isn’t it? The faster we can get drunk the better.”

Amen. He clinked the second glass and downed it even quicker than the first.

They got drunk fast. Zen had a constant stream of alcohol flowing through his body, begging it to stop thinking of her in that way. She tried to keep up with him, though, which got her drunk as well in no time.

“Will you sing karaoke with me?” He asked, his face heating up the second he realized what he had asked. What a strange question. One she’d never agree-

“Sure!” She laughed out loud. “I’ll even let you pick the song.”

Any song. Any song. A song he could remember the words to. A song you definitely knew. Maybe something a little romantic? No. Probably not. He settled on “Ain’t No Mountain High Enough.” A perfect duet. It’d show off his voice well, everyone knew it, it was cute without being too lovey.

He clicked the wrong song. “Before He Cheats” started playing. Not what he intended at all. He stumbled up to the stage and grabbed the microphone, desperate to pull attention away from such an odd choice of a song. “Hey, I’m Zen and this is my...” he blanked into the microphone. NOT girlfriend. Friend. Friend. “Best friend!” He introduced, announcing her name for the audience before the song had begun.

She took the song in stride. In fact... she probably got too into it? “This is for my asshole ex!” She cheered at the instrumental break. The crowd went wild.

Say something say something say something. “A-and all my old managers who told me I’d never make it,” he added. Everyone cheered again.

She made her way over to him, time seeming to slow as he watched her foot catch on the microphone cord, leaping to action to catch her before she could hit the ground, arms around her back as she had one on his chest to steady herself. His body felt like it was on fire.

“That would’ve hurt like a bitch,” she commented, laughing. She was drunk drunk, huh? He helped her up, grasping her hand firmly and guiding her over the wire to his side of the stage. They finished the performance hand-in-hand; he hadn’t wanted to let go.

Once they got off the stage, they didn’t get a moment of relieve, a man calling her name. Why did he introduce her? Nobody had the right to cat call her like this. He whipped around to face the man, blinding white anger in his eyes. She had such a shitty week, she didn’t need this. “If you so much as look at her right now I swear to God I’ll knock you into-“ his eyes widened as he took in the startled blonde boy in front of him. “Yoosung?”

Yoosung didn’t move, unintimidated by drunk Zen. “Hi!” He greeted. She turned to face him, her skirt fanning as she moved. Zen snapped his eyes away from her and back to the man in question. “You guys are kinda drunk.”

They burst into laughter. Duh!! Wasn’t that obvious. “What are you doing here?” Zen asked, ignoring the previous comment.

“Oh, well I live right down the street.”

Her eyes lit up in enlightenment. “Oh my goodness you are a college student!” She seemed very proud of this discovery.

Yoosung went on about playing LOLOL but Zen was more focused on her, the smile on her lips, not reserved as it sometimes was, but in full form, nothing held back. The way her eyes sparkled under the light and... back to the conversation at hand.

“Oh! I have a great idea!” He interrupted Yoosung’s very boring story, focusing the conversation on her.

“I’d love to hear it.” She was always so nice.

“Why don’t we just crash at Yoosung’s place tonight? We won’t have to pay for an Uber.”

Yoosung seemed shocked. “But-“

“That’s pretty smart,” she butted in, nodding. “What do you think Yoosung?”

She could get anyone to listen to her. She was so damn charming. Yoosung didn’t stand a chance. “I- I guess that’s okay. As long as I can play LOLOL.”

“Yay!” She cheered, clapping excitedly. “We can go now. Lead the way.”

As the three headed out of the bar, Zen noticed her walking was shaky. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder to steady her and she followed suit. They weren’t much more stable walking down the street, but he felt better having his arm around her to keep her safe. Yoosung had unlocked the door for them and they shuffled in.

“I only have like... a bed and a couch,” he explained. “But we can figure something out.”

She let go of Zen’s body, leaping out of his grip to look around the place. “Wow Yoosung! This is cute as hell.” She was cute as hell.

Zen made his way to the couch, plopping down on it at the same time as her. His legs banged into hers clumsily, but he shifted so that she could lay on top of his. Were they really going to sleep in the same place?

“Is that really comfortable?” Yoosung asked, directing his attention to her. “You can take my bed.”

Zen glanced over at her, pouting. He was not sharing a couch with Yoosung, especially after almost getting to share it with her. She seemed to get the hint. “Nah, this is great. Will you get us a blankie though?”

As Yoosung left to get the blanket, Zen shrugged off his jacket, tossing it to the floor. She ran her hand through her hair, the locks falling messily around her face. Yoosung came back and draped the blanket over the two of them. “Is this okay?” He had asked.

Zen chuckled, cozying up to the blanket. “Perfect. Thanks Dad,” he teased. Yoosung blushed more. She giggled.

“Night Yoosungie! Don’t stay up all night.” She called. He wanted a nickname. Not fair. Yoosung set down some Advil and water on the coffee table and wished them good night. The room was suddenly silent.

“I want a nickname too.” Zen whispered.

“Zen isn’t even your real name,” she retorted.

He groaned. “I want a cute name like Yoosungie. Why don’t I get a cute name.”

“You’re plenty cute already,” she muttered, clearly tired. “Goodnight Zenny,” she giggled, blowing him a kiss. He fake-caught it, pinning it to his chest. Maybe tonight wasn’t all that bad after all.

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maybe-your-left · 4 years ago

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Cowboy Blues: Almost Heaven

Sorry for the long update process, I have been going through a lot with new meds and I wasn't in the zone for writing. But I'M BACK and I MISSED CLYDE. Also, my boyfriend said this chapter was 'too long' but who cares?!

Here is a link to my Masterlist with all the chapters and WIP I have!

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Saturday could not have come any slower, you were so ready for your outing with Clyde but the days dragged by like molasses. You had kept your texting to a minimum with him just so you’d appear more casual, and because he was really bad at replying. You weren’t sure if he had ever used a phone for texting before he met you, but his short replies were just enough to keep you excited for what was to come.

You had offered to stay the night with Clyde on Friday so it would be easier to get up and go but he wasn’t a fan of you being at the ranch all by yourself. Which explains why now you were dragging yourself out of bed at 5 AM to drive to his place. “Fuck…” you groaned into your pillow when the alarm went off, rolling over and reaching for your phone you saw a couple of messages from Clyde. Rubbing your eyes you sat up and stretched before reading and starting your trek.

Mornin’ Sunshine, I know y’r already packed but make sure y’ bring a swimsuit.

“Whatever Clyde,” you yawned before grabbing your bags and shuffling out to the car.

The drive to the Logan Ranch was quick, practically no one was on the road on this lazy Saturday morning. You even had time to stop and grab some coffee for you and Clyde. Pulling into the ranch you saw a horse trailer, attached to a truck you hadn’t seen Clyde drive before. The man himself was packing the truck bed full of coolers, bags, and other things you couldn’t recognize.

“Morning handsome,” you called out.

Clyde turned around and a smile split his face, setting down the equipment he walked over to your car. You got out as quickly as possible and Clyde engulfed you in a hug, effectively lifting you off the ground. “M’ so glad y’ came, I know y’r not a mornin’ person,” he smiled up at you before kissing your cheek.

“Put me down I have stuff in my car,” you kicked your legs to emphasize your point.

Once down Clyde rounded your car and grabbed all the bags before you could even help out. Leaving you holding two cups of coffee and a smile. “Let’s get going darlin’,” he called before climbing into the driver’s seat. Opening your door you almost spilled your drink when Leroy jumped up into your seat.

“Down boy,” Clyde scolded, “That ain’t y’r spot today. Get in the back.”

Poor Leroy looked at his dad so broken-hearted. He started to whine when Clyde grabbed his collar and tried to pull him into the backseat. “Clyde, he can sit on my lap,” you whined, you didn’t want Leroy to be crying the whole trip because you took his spot.

“Sunshine, he’s a big dog,” he said, “Y’ don’ need t’ coddle him.”

“Please Clyde?”

He just sighed and dragged Leroy into his lap, grumbling at the dog as he started licking his face while you climbed in. Once you had the coffee settled, and your seatbelt on you patted your lap for the big baby. Leroy happily jumped into your lap, effectively knocking the wind out of you. Grunting you tried to situate him so you could breathe but fuck that dog was heavy. Whatever Clyde fed him was too much, but you didn’t want Clyde to know he was right so you decided to grin and bear it.

“Y’ okay over there darlin’?” Clyde smiled at your groaning from Leroy.

“Yup.”

“The drives ‘bout two hours, so lemme know if y’ need a break.”

You averted your eyes from his smile, he couldn’t win. Not today, so you just hummed back and began petting Leroy. This was going to be a long trip.

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Holy shit Leroy needs to go on a diet

Your inner monologue was constant throughout the drive, Leroy never really settled on your lap, which earned many groans from you and snorts from Clyde every time you made a noise. He had tried to make conversation with you during the drive but you couldn’t pay attention because of the fat dog who kept kissing you. You didn’t even get the chance to drink your coffee because he had your left arm pinned under his butt. Clyde had offered a couple of times to give you your coffee but your pride wouldn’t let him feel like he was right. And also because you were slightly nervous with him driving with just his metal arm but he was in control the whole time, it just took you a minute to calm down about it. He had been driving for a while with one arm so you had no reason to worry.

After another hour went by you had started to drift off to sleep when the ground changed into a bumpy gravel road. Jostled from your seat your eyes flew open to the new terrain. All around you were large trees, the windows were pumping in fresh mountain air, and if you strained enough you could spy a lake in between the brush.

“We’re just up here Sunshine,” Clyde moved the truck to the right of the road. Somehow spying a smaller dirt road that seemed to be handmade. You were very worried about fitting with the truck and the horse trailer but Clyde seemed to know the area like the back of his hand.

Once at the end of the slim road, there was a flat opening that was a driveway leading up to a small cabin with an even smaller barn to the left of it. You sighed at the sight of the cabin, you weren’t sure if you were camping in a tent but you secretly hoped for plumbing. With what you planned to be doing up here with Clyde you were thankful a shower was nearby.

Clyde parked and immediately opened his door to stretch his legs and start unpacking. Leroy had left your lap to follow his daddy, which left you to finally breathe and flex your left arm after being pinned. Climbing out you took in a deep breath, it was so beautiful up here. You knew that West Virginia was known for its beautiful landscape, and from your time in Montana, you were used to the mountains but it had been so long since you were outside. You felt yourself tearing up thinking about home, you hadn’t been back since Josh… no, you weren’t going to let your last relationship ruin this nice time with your new guy.

“Darlin’ can ya help bring these inside? I gotta get the horses out,” Clyde motioned to the coolers in the truck bed. Smiling back up at him you maneuvered to the end of the truck and started emptying the supplies Clyde had brought. Walking up the steps to the cabin you admired how homey it looked. Truly it was a quaint cabin that held memories for the Logan family, you felt honored that Clyde had even brought you here. Walking in you noticed scratch marks in the doorway, with names under them. You spied Clyde’s name along with Jimmy and Mellie, and some unknown person Sadie. You grinned at the family memory that marked the place.

After dropping off multiple bags inside you used your free time to search through the cabin. It was very homey, you were thankful that the cabin did indeed have plumbing. Some more snooping brought you to the bedroom you and Clyde were to share, the bed didn’t at all look big enough to have both of you in it. You also assumed that Leroy would weasel his way in which made it even less appealing. Huffing you started unpacking your bags when you heard Clyde come inside. You could hear his boots hitting the floor and a pause, he must be taking in the cabin like you were. You wondered how long it had been since he last came here, had he brought others here? You shook your head before you started jumping to conclusions, bounding out of the room you met Clyde and sealed your lips in a kiss.

“When do we get to ride?” you said before giving him another quick kiss. Clyde hummed into your lips before wrapping his arms around your waist. “That’s why I was comin’ in Sunshine,” he pulled back and started raking over your figure. Taking in a deep breath he closed his eyes and gave you a slower, more thoughtful kiss which you eagerly reciprocated. However, before the fun could even begin Clyde pulled back.

“Y’ better go get changed,” he leaned and kissed your forehead, “Y’ won’t want t’ ride with those shorts on.”

You rushed into the bedroom after Clyde separated the two of you to gather bags for the ride. You and Mellie had shopped for plenty of outfits to choose from for the weekend. You decided on wearing a baby pink bikini underneath your clothes in case there was a chance of water play, and plus they were only held together by strings which could prove helpful… You also got some comfy bootcut jeans that sat nicely over your old riding boots and a very thin plaid button-up. Mellie had also insisted that you buy a cowgirl hat, saying that it would drive Clyde crazy since he would chase after rodeo girls when he was younger. Once you were ready you pranced outside and approached Clyde who was facing two horses.

You tapped his shoulder and cleared your throat so he could turn and look at you. And look he did, you were sure his eyes were going to pop out of his head. He couldn’t keep himself from staring, his eyes roamed all over your figure and settled on the ample cleavage your top gave you.

“Howdy Cowboy,” you smirked at him and tipped your hat, “Are you ready to ride?”

Clyde swallowed hard before bringing his eyes back up to meet yours, “I got somethin’ fer y’ t’ ride.”

You giggled and swayed over to his side and pecked his cheek, not letting him get too close since you were actually eager to get going. “Which ones mine,” you whispered before pulling back and patting the horses.

“What,” Clyde practically choked when you left him high and dry.

“Which horse do I get Clyde,” you said, “Don’t tell me one of them is for Leroy.”

He cleared his throat and turned to face the pair with you, “No no, this one here is mine,” he patted the buckskin colored horse, “An that one's yers.”

“What are their names?”

“This mustang is Spirit, and his mare there is Rain.”

“Oh like that old movie!” you practically squealed, Spirit was one of your favorite horse movies growing up. You and your sister would watch it almost daily, along with Barbie Swan Lake.

“Huh,” Clyde looked at you confused, “What’r y’ talkin’ about? Those their names because I liked em…”

“You really haven’t seen the old horse movie about these exact two horses!?”

Clyde just looked at you like you had lost your mind. You obviously had to drop the subject and force him to watch it at a later date because right now you were close to blowing up. “Whatever,” you rolled your eyes and began mounting Rain, “Let’s get going before it gets too hot.”

Mirroring your actions Clyde climbed on Spirit swiftly and put on his own cowboy hat, “Don’t fall behind darlin’,” he winked before setting off leaving you in the dust.

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After riding for about 3 hours, Clyde had led you to a lakeshore. You had spent most of the early afternoon weaving through trees and up the mountain ridges. Rain was a very nimble horse and on more than one occasion you were able to outrun Clyde who would holler for you to stay close by, apparently, the ground was dangerous and ‘only he knew’ where it was safe.

You dismounted at the shoreline, soaking in the sun and listening to the calm waves from the lake. It almost felt like a dream, being out here with Clyde. You weren’t sure of the last time you were able to have this kind of peace, certainly couldn’t remember the last time you rode a horse. But you were starting to see that being around Clyde would bring you simple pleasures you hadn’t allowed yourself in a while. Walking towards the sand you heard Clyde rustling through the bags that he brought, making a happy humming noise when he must’ve found what he was looking for.

“Y’ mind helpin’ me set out this blanket,” he called from behind you. Turning around you saw he had a large blanket draped over his forearm, along with a small bag that was hiding supplies he must’ve packed.

“Of course,” you smiled at him and grabbed the blanket. Spreading it out on the beach and then grabbing the bag from him while he got the horses some snacks and water. Settling down, the bag between your legs, you opened it up to see what he had brought. It was a pretty small bag, no larger than one of those cheap drawstring ones you would use as a child, but this one was a military green and seemed to be well used. It was heavy, heavier than you would think it should be, peeking inside you found bottles of water. Along with the water, there were a few beers, Clyde seemed to pack his favorite kind along with some fruity cocktails he must’ve thought you liked. You started unpacking the drinks, and underneath you found some little picnic items. After you had that all laid out there was still more in there.

“Did you pack enough,” you called over your shoulder to him, because somehow he managed to pack an entire fridge worth of food.

“What’re y’ doin’ over there?”

“I’m unpacking this,” you raised the bag up, “Isn’t that what you meant for me to do?”

Deciding not to delay the rest you dumped the contents into your lap. Out fell a leather journal, must be his you thought, along with a compass, flashlight, survival tools, and a strange velvet drawstring bag. You picked it up to inspect it more closely, it was a black bag, which had a couple of items inside. It didn’t seem like something you would bring out riding but maybe Clyde had a reason for it. Rolling your eyes and staring out at the waves you opened it and stuck your hand in.

Cold.

Curved.

Metal.

“What the fuck-”

“Are you lookin’ through my stuff darlin’,” Clyde was suddenly behind you, snatching the black velvet bag from your hands. Huffing as he sat next to you and tucked it under his left leg.

“What was that Clyde,” you waggled your eyebrows at him and reached over his lap to grab the item he swooped away from you.

“It’s not yers,” he smiled back at you before leaning down and placing a kiss on your forehead.

You huffed and crossed your arms over your chest, being sure to push out your breasts from your unbuttoned shirt. “Hmm,” you mused at him.

“Could y’ hand me a beer darlin’, I’m thirsty after all that ridin’.”

You pretended to not hear him, maybe the silent treatment would make him cave and show you the ‘surprise’ that he was hiding from you. “Sunshine?” he whispered again, hoping for your attention. You lifted your chin and looked off at the water, pretending again that he wasn’t there.

“(Y/N) are you really poutin’ cause I took the bag from y’?”

“Maybe.”

Clyde huffed in amusement, reaching across your lap for a beer, making sure to skim the top of your left knee in the process. He settled once again, stretching his legs out and cracking open his beer. Humming after his first slow sip, glancing out at the mountains across the water. Maybe the silent treatment wasn’t a good idea, Clyde was already a man of little words, he must thrive off the quiet mountain air. You started thrumming your fingers to try and shake his calm, slowly getting louder and louder with your little movements. At some point, he was going to snap and finally give in to you.

After 5 more chugs from his beer, he finally cleared his throat, halting you from your cacophony of noises. “I didn’ tell y’ earlier, but y’ look very pretty darlin’.”

“Hmm,” you replied, not trying to be swayed by his honeyed words.

Clyde chuckled and scooted closer to you, draping his arm around your shoulders, “I especially like yer shirt, it lookt very bouncy while we were ridin’.”

You tried to hide your smile, of course, it was ‘bouncy’ because you had on a bikini top underneath. Your tits were practically screaming from being pushed up and down while Rain was trotting across the trails. In hindsight, it was not a good decision to wear the top, but damn you did look tantalizing. You turned to face Clyde, being sure to let your top open a little bit more, showing the suit underneath. “Well aren’t you a gentleman,” you whispered at him, bringing up a palm to rest on his chest. Clyde took that as an in and swooped in, capturing your lips in a kiss.

You couldn’t help but moan into him, sweet lips pressing and sucking on your own. Tongue darting out to press to your own, begging for entrance to explore your mouth. Eagerly you obliged, savoring the sweet hoppy taste of his tongue, slightly pressing on his chest causing him to lay back as softly as he could. Once he was down he brought his right hand up to your lower back, pressing you into him as you now straddled him with both legs. You pulled away just a little, glancing down at Clyde’s face, his lips were all flushed, wet, and pink while his eyes were lazily opening and shutting. Trying to register the bliss that was your shared tastes. Quickly you used his confusion to reach under his left leg and grabbed the black bag.

Springing off of him you ran towards the water giggling, trying to quickly figure out the contents of the velvet sack. Sticking your hand in again you met with the toys inside, not noticing that you were now in the shallow water. Soaking your boots and the ends of your jeans. Through your giggles, you now were able to inspect the objects more thoroughly, there were two items. One was a small smooth metal plug* of some sort and the other was a bottle of…

Lube**.

Clyde brought lube.

You stared at the items in your hand for a long time. What the fuck was going on? Why did he bring these, on a horseback riding trip for starters? Was the lube why he asked about your allergies? Why was there a butt plug… what kinda shit was this cowboy expecting? You were so lost in your train of thought you didn’t even hear Clyde run after you into the water. Suddenly you were being lifted up from an arm wrapping around your waist, and another hand was taking the prizes from your grasp. “Y’ know it’s rude t’ open presents early Sunshine,” he chuckled while walking back to the blanket.

Your eyes widened, was he planning on giving you these? It wasn’t like you were opposed to them, it was the opposite in fact. You had hoped that this trip was going to take your relationship to the next level. You had even mentioned it to Clyde the other day over text, and he knew that you wanted to set boundaries before the two of you continued down that road. But this just seemed so sudden and out of character for him, he was usually so timid and shy around you. Unless you took into account the morning the two of you were buried between the other’s legs, which surely wasn’t the shy man you had grown to know.

Clyde plopped you down on the blanket, situating himself between your legs. Sitting back on his heels while holding the toys in his metal hand. “I’m sorry Clyde, I didn’t think they were… you know for me?”

“Hmm,” he responded, trying to keep his gaze away from yours. He was clearly embarrassed, his plan of giving these to you didn’t go as he wanted it to. You reached up and placed your hands on his cheeks, forcing him to make eye contact. “Clyyyddddeeee,” you cooed, trying to get him to smile at you, “I’m not upset at them, just more surprised really.”

“I’m sorry darlin’,” he huffed, “I was hidin’ em in my bag so y’ wouldn’ find em when y’ unpacked earlier. Was supposed t’ be fer later…”

“Oh yeah,” you raised your eyebrows and leaned in to give him a small kiss on the chin, “When were you gonna give them to me, Daddy?”

Clyde let out a huge sigh, the nickname you used seemed to melt his anxiety right away. He tucked his chin and brought his lips back to yours, hungrier than before. “Right after I asked y’ t’ be my woman,” he mumbled into your mouth. Wrapping his right arm around your waist and pressing you flush with his torso. You hummed into his kiss, working your mouths in tandem with one another. One of your hands slid up his face to tangle in his locks, pulling and knotting with his curls, while the other was skating down his chest. Feeling his muscles flex and relax with every movement forward. Silently coaxing you to lay back on the blanket, to which you obliged.

With Clyde towering over you he broke your kiss and trailed light kisses along your neck. Making his way towards your chest, you started to unbutton your flannel so he could have better access. Clyde began nibbling and sucking into the supple flesh of your breasts, the more skin exposed to him, the more desperate his moans were. With your shirt finally opened all the way, Clyde brought his hand up to the bikini, softly squeezing and rubbing his thumb back and forth over your hardening nipples.

“As pretty as this color is on y’, can this come off?” he mumbled between your breasts. You moaned back a yes and Clyde made quick work of untying the top knot of the suit, allowing the fabric to snag and catch on your erect nipples. Clyde leaned back on his knees, taking in the sight of your exposed chest, settling the toys he had been holding in his left hand and beginning to unbutton his own shirt.

You sat up with him and threw off the rest of your tops, moving towards your drying boots. By the time Clyde had his shirt and undershirt off you were wrestling out of your jeans, eager to be bare before him. He grabbed your hands from your zipper, “Now hold on there, y’ didn’t answer my question.”

“What question?”

A deep exhale through his nose, “bout bein’ y’know…” he trailed off and threw his eyes to the side.

“Clyde are you going to tell me or do I have to guess?”

“Bout bein’ my lady (Y/N),” he looked at you with wide eyes, “I know y’ didn’ want t’ be doin’ stuff without a label n’ I’ve wanted y’ as mine fer some time.”

Oh yeah, you thought. You had brought this up over the phone about a week ago since you didn’t want to just be a fling with Clyde, he was a genuine man and you wanted to know him as a partner. But this was the moment he decided to ask you? Both of you half-naked on a beach, you just finding sex toys in his bag, and with horses 20 feet away.

You cleared your throat and reached out for Clyde’s face, grabbed his cheeks and gently tugged him down to you. “Of course Clyde, as long as that means you’re mine too,” you leaned up and gave him a soft and slow kiss making sure to memorize his lips.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way Sunshine,” he smiled into your kiss before pressing you down to deepen it. Clyde moved his metal arm behind your back, seeming to cradle you against the ground while his other hand skated across your bare chest, pawing at your nipples before sliding down your stomach towards your jeans. You hummed into his mouth, coaxing grunts and groans as your hips bucked upwards to his touch. Clyde pulled at your buttons and soon was sliding his hand under your swimsuit bottoms.

You moaned into his touch, callused fingertips softly rubbing your folds. Getting slicked up with your arousal, you couldn’t help but gyrate your hips to his fingers, hoping for more friction. “Let’s get these off y’,” he whispered before breaking your kiss and turning towards your lonely breasts. You quickly wrestled your legs out of your jeans, shucking down your bikini too leaving you bare before him. Pressing on his chest you moved Clyde back onto his heels, hands moving towards his belt.

A few moments later Clyde was up on his feet, throwing off his boots and frantically trying to get out of his jeans. You watched him, memorizing each muscle that rippled as he moved, you brought a hand down to your core to rub at your clit. Clyde’s eyes caught your wandering hand, “Go on an get yerself ready fer yer Daddy,” he pulled down his boxers finally releasing his aching cock. Your eyes widened at the sight, you had forgotten how big he was. His huge cock was swinging freely between his powerful legs, jutting out from his body with a slight curve upwards at the tip. It was hard and leaking precum, desperate to be buried in your tight pussy. He brought a hand to it and lazily started to pump himself while getting down on his knees in front of you.

“Gimme yer hand,” he growled, reaching for your hand to replace his. Slicking up his length with your leftover wetness. Clyde moaned at your touch, hand barely able to fit around his girth. You brought your other hand below to cup his balls, heavy and begging to be played with. You leaned down and brought them to your mouth, moaning at the sweet-savory taste they held. You licked and sucked on them gently causing Clyde to throw his hand backward in pleasure. Your hands were lazily pumpkin him in time with your sucking. Taking one ball into your mouth and softly applying pressure with your tongue before popping it out loudly and moving to the next. Clyde’s metal hand came down to caress your hair while you continue your assault on his sack.

“Spread yer legs baby,” his hand dropped down to your core. Trailing up and down your slit, collecting more of it on his fingertips. Paying extra attention to your entrance before dropping his fingers down lower towards your tight asshole. He gently pressed on your ring, earning a groan from you, and then trailing his fingers back up and sinking his middle finger into your core.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned, “yes Daddy, yessss.”

You pulled back from his balls, continuing your drag of his cock with one hand while the other was reaching for the lube bottle he brought. Clyde was pumping you full with his one finger but you were desperate for more. “Here baby,” you said while squeezing some on his fingers while they were pulled out, adding to the already delicious squelch coming from your pussy. Clyde groaned and proceeded to shove two fingers into your heat. Cock thrusting into your palm while you spit on his length to add to his precum.

“Get on y’r hands and knees, let Daddy see y’ from behind,” he pulled back and waited for you to move. Quickly scrambling up on all fours, spreading your legs wide enough so he could get a glimpse of your wet folds, sticking your ass in the air. “Like this Daddy?” you asked breathless in anticipation.

Clyde brought up his metal hand to your lower back, pressing it down causing your back to curve even more. Your ass was now directly in front of him, close enough to taste.

And taste he did, bringing his lips up to your cheeks, being sure to bite and suck fresh marks into the supple skin. You moaned at the rough treatment, bucking back into him. He brought another hand up to spread your wetness from your folds up to your tight ring. Kissing your left cheek while he pressed again on your asshole, getting it all lubed up from your core.

“Please Clyde, you’re driving me crazy. I need you,” you cried out trying to move his hand more and more. You needed him to fuck you, needed him to do really anything. You were so riled up. One last kiss to your cheek and he pulled back, settling on his knees behind you. “Since you' asked so nicely,” he lined his cock up at your entrance, “Try t’ be quiet, don’ wanna spook the horses.”

He pushed in, fully sheathing his cock inside you with one thrust. The sheer stretch and length of him knocked the wind out of your lungs. Feeling like you could cum then and there. He pulled back just enough to keep the tip inside and placed both hands on your hips. Pressing back inside you, again and again, being sure to not pull out entirely.

You were a moaning and crying mess, trying desperately to keep your voice down. Clyde was no different, each clench of your pussy around his cock made him groan. The sick slapping of skin filled the air around you. If anyone was floating on the water they sure were getting a show from the shoreline. Clyde was pounding into you like it was the last thing he would ever do, being sure to snap his hips back into harder and harder each time. You were so close, you propped yourself up on your hands and looked at him over your shoulder.

He was a mess, hair stuck to his forehead from the sweat. His pale skin was blushed from the chest all the way to the tips of his ears. He was grunting and groaning, watching his cock sink into your tight little pussy with each stroke. Looking up at you he smiled, leaning over you and capturing your lips in a small kiss, being sure to keep his pace even. You reached a hand down between your legs and started rubbing your clit, instantly clenching on him when you made contact.

“Jesus fuck (Y/N), cum on my cock,” he panted, “Fuckin’ y’r so tight, please cum on me.” His begging was all you needed, you rubbed and rubbed being sure to keep in time with Clyde's thrusts. “Oh fuck Clyde I’m… I’ mm-”

Your eyes rolled back into your head. Shoving your head down onto the blanket to hide your screams. You were clenching all around him, gushing on his length. Clyde roared as you came, coaxing his own release out of his cock. Pushing his hot sticky cum deep inside you where no one else had gone. His thrusts became slower and slower as you both came down from your high. Clyde leaned forward and softly kissed your shoulder, pulling out while he did. Your pussy squelched once he was out, begging to be filled again. Cum was pushed out of you, sticking to your legs.

Rolling on your side you were breathless looking at Clyde. He was laying on his left side, head angled to lay on the ground. Breathing heavily and just staring at you like you were the most important thing in the world. His eyes were dancing all across your face, memorizing the sweat and tears that had fallen on your cheeks.

“That was amazing,” you said after finally catching your breath.

“Better than I imagined,” he smiled at you. You couldn’t stop staring at each other, not wanting to move from your cocoon of post-sex bliss. Nothing in the world mattered now but the two of you. Behind you, Spirit snorted at you both causing Clyde to break contact with you and acknowledge the horses. “We should probably pack up, Leroy’s probably torn the place apart with us bein’ gone so long.”

You hummed at him and began sitting up, grabbing your respective clothes in silence. Once the both of you were dressed and the bag was repacked Clyde grabbed your hand and kissed it, “We should ride back slow, don’ want y’ bein’ sore.”

You snorted at him and put on your hat, “I think I’ll be okay, boyfriend.”

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Glee Soundtrack Rating Project Results: newrachels

@newrachels

Favourite character: Kurt Hummel

Least favourite character: Noah Puckerman

Favourite season: Undecided

Least favourite season: Season 6

Mean song rating: 5.92

Mean song rating for favourite character's songs: 7.03

Mean song rating for favourite character's solos: 7.23

Mean song rating season 1: 5.65

Mean song rating season 2: 5.68

Mean song rating season 3: 5.7

Mean song rating season 4: 6.39

Mean song rating season 5: 6.05

Mean song rating season 6: 8.13

Songs rated: 470

[ID: A bar chart titled Number of songs assigned each rating by newrachels , illustrating the number of times each score was assigned to a song by newrachels . 10 was assigned 53 times, 9 was assigned 26 times, 8 was assigned 57 times, 7 was assigned 73 times, 6 was assigned 67 times, 5 was assigned 63 times, 4 was assigned 40 times, 3 was assigned 26 times, 2 was assigned 32 times, 1 was assigned 33 times, and 232 songs were not rated.]

About the Project | Results Masterpost

Ranking:

1. (10) - S1x05 - Maybe This Time

2. (10) - S1x07 - You Keep Me Hanging On

3. (10) - S1x13 - Don't Rain on My Parade

4. (10) - S1x14 - Hello, I Love You

5. (10) - S1x14 - Hello Twelve, Hello Thirteen, Hello Love

6. (10) - S1x15 - 4 Minutes

7. (10) - S1x15 - Borderline/Open Your Heart

8. (10) - S1x18 - Rose's Turn

9. (10) - S1x19 - Dream a Little Dream

10. (10) - S1x22 - To Sir, With Love

11. (10) - S2x04 - Le Jazz Hot

12. (10) - S2x04 - River Deep, Mountain High

13. (10) - S2x04 - Sing!

14. (10) - S2x05 - There's a Light (Over at the Frankenstein Place)

15. (10) - S2x05 - Damn It, Janet

16. (10) - S2x06 - Teenage Dream

17. (10) - S2x09 - Valerie

18. (10) - S2x10 - Baby, It's Cold Outside

19. (10) - S2x12 - Silly Love Songs

20. (10) - S2x20 - I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How to Dance with You

21. (10) - S2x21 - My Man

22. (10) - S3x01 - It's Not Unusual

23. (10) - S3x02 - Something's Coming

24. (10) - S3x03 - It's All Over

25. (10) - S3x05 - One Hand, One Heart

26. (10) - S3x08 - Control

27. (10) - S3x13 - Love Shack

28. (10) - S3x16 - More Than a Woman

29. (10) - S3x16 - If I Can't Have You

30. (10) - S3x21 - Paradise By the Dashboard Light

31. (10) - S4x05 - Hopelessly Devoted to You

32. (10) - S4x06 - Beauty School Dropout

33. (10) - S4x06 - You're the One That I Want

34. (10) - S4x06 - There Are Worse Things I Could Do

35. (10) - S4x07 - Heroes

36. (10) - S4x09 - Being Alive

37. (10) - S4x11 - I Only Have Eyes for You

38. (10) - S4x15 - Shout

39. (10) - S4x15 - You're All the World to Me

40. (10) - S4x18 - More Than Words

41. (10) - S4x21 - For Once in My Life

42. (10) - S5x06 - Just the Way You Are

43. (10) - S5x07 - Into the Groove

44. (10) - S5x10 - The Happening

45. (10) - S5x15 - I'm Still Here

46. (10) - S5x15 - Broadway Baby

47. (10) - S5x17 - Lovefool

48. (10) - S5x20 - American Boy

49. (10) - S6x03 - It's Too Late

50. (10) - S6x06 - Wishin' And Hoping

51. (10) - S6x06 - Promises, Promises

52. (10) - S6x06 - I'll Never Fall in Love Again

53. (10) - S6x08 - Our Day Will Come

54. (9) - S1x11 - Papa Don't Preach

55. (9) - S1x12 - Smile (Lily Allen)

56. (9) - S1x15 - Like a Virgin

57. (9) - S1x15 - Like a Prayer

58. (9) - S2x01 - What I Did for Love

59. (9) - S2x04 - Happy Days Are Here Again/Get Happy

60. (9) - S2x07 - Nowadays/Hot Honey rag

61. (9) - S2x12 - When I Get You Alone

62. (9) - S2x16 - Blackbird

63. (9) - S3x01 - You Can't Stop the Beat

64. (9) - S3x06 - Rumour Has It/Someone Like You

65. (9) - S3x07 - Constant Craving

66. (9) - S3x09 - Christmas Wrapping

67. (9) - S3x11 - Never Can Say Goodbye

68. (9) - S3x19 - Big Girls Don't Cry

69. (9) - S4x04 - Teenage Dream (Acoustic)

70. (9) - S4x09 - Something Stupid

71. (9) - S4x11 - I Don't Know How to Love Him

72. (9) - S4x17 - Mamma Mia

73. (9) - S5x05 - You Are Woman, I Am Man

74. (9) - S5x06 - Movin' Out (Anthony's Song)

75. (9) - S5x10 - Gloria

76. (9) - S5x14 - You Make Me Feel So Young

77. (9) - S6x05 - Father Figure

78. (9) - S6x05 - My Sharona

79. (9) - S6x06 - They Long to Be Close to You

80. (8) - S1x02 - I Say a Little Prayer

81. (8) - S1x07 - Ride Wit Me

82. (8) - S1x10 - Don't Stand So Close to Me/Young Girl

83. (8) - S1x13 - You Can't Always Get What You Want

84. (8) - S1x15 - Burning Up

85. (8) - S1x17 - Total Eclipse of the Heart

86. (8) - S1x17 - Run Joey Run

87. (8) - S1x18 - Lady Is a Tramp

88. (8) - S1x19 - I Dreamed a Dream

89. (8) - S1x20 - Bad Romance

90. (8) - S1x21 - Loser

91. (8) - S2x05 - Touch a Touch a Touch a Touch Me

92. (8) - S2x05 - Time Warp

93. (8) - S2x08 - Marry You

94. (8) - S2x09 - Dog Days Are Over

95. (8) - S2x10 - The Most Wonderful Day of the Year

96. (8) - S2x11 - Bills, Bills, Bills

97. (8) - S2x12 - P.Y.T. (Pretty Young Thing)

98. (8) - S2x13 - Take Me or Leave Me

99. (8) - S2x14 - Don't You Want Me

100. (8) - S2x17 - I Follow Rivers

101. (8) - S2x19 - I Don't Want to Know

102. (8) - S2x21 - Try a Little Tenderness

103. (8) - S3x01 - Ding-Dong! The Witch Is Dead

104. (8) - S3x04 - Take Care of Yourself

105. (8) - S3x05 - A Boy Like That/I Have a Love

106. (8) - S3x10 - Wedding Bell Blues (Bill)

107. (8) - S3x11 - Bad

108. (8) - S3x11 - Wanna Be Startin' Somethin'

109. (8) - S3x13 - Cherish/Cherish

110. (8) - S3x13 - L-O-V-E

111. (8) - S3x17 - It's Not Right But It's Okay

112. (8) - S3x18 - Not the Boy Next Door

113. (8) - S3x19 - Take My Breath Away

114. (8) - S3x22 - In My Life

115. (8) - S4x01 - Call Me Maybe

116. (8) - S4x02 - 3

117. (8) - S4x04 - Don't Speak

118. (8) - S4x08 - Come See About Me

119. (8) - S4x10 - White Christmas

120. (8) - S4x11 - Tell Him

121. (8) - S4x12 - Centerfold/Hot in Herre

122. (8) - S4x14 - Getting Married Today

123. (8) - S4x15 - Footloose

124. (8) - S4x16 - I Still Believe/Super Bass

125. (8) - S4x21 - Superstition

126. (8) - S5x01 - All You Need Is Love

127. (8) - S5x02 - Something

128. (8) - S5x05 - Blurred Lines

129. (8) - S5x07 - You're My Best Friend

130. (8) - S5x10 - Jumpin' Jumpin'

131. (8) - S5x10 - Don't You (Forget About Me)

132. (8) - S5x11 - More Than a Feeling

133. (8) - S5x14 - Don't Sleep in the Subway

134. (8) - S5x15 - Not While I'm Around

135. (8) - S6x02 - Home

136. (8) - S6x12 - Popular

137. (7) - S1x02 - Gold Digger

138. (7) - S1x04 - Tonight

139. (7) - S1x08 - I Could Have Danced All Night

140. (7) - S1x08 - Sweet Caroline

141. (7) - S1x11 - Imagine

142. (7) - S1x12 - Smile (Charlie Chaplin)

143. (7) - S1x13 - My Life Would Suck Without You

144. (7) - S1x15 - Express Yourself

145. (7) - S1x15 - Vogue

146. (7) - S1x16 - A House Is Not a Home

147. (7) - S1x21 - Give Up the Funk

148. (7) - S2x02 - I'm a Slave 4 U

149. (7) - S2x02 - Me Against the Music

150. (7) - S2x03 - I Want to Hold Your Hand

151. (7) - S2x04 - Don't Go Breaking My Heart

152. (7) - S2x04 - Lucky

153. (7) - S2x05 - Whatever Happened to Saturday Night?

154. (7) - S2x05 - Science Fiction Double Feature

155. (7) - S2x08 - Sway

156. (7) - S2x09 - (I've Had) The Time of My Life

157. (7) - S2x10 - We Need a Little Christmas

158. (7) - S2x13 - Somebody to Love

159. (7) - S2x16 - Big Ass Heart

160. (7) - S2x16 - Trouty Mouth

161. (7) - S2x17 - Ain't No Way

162. (7) - S2x20 - Dancing Queen

163. (7) - S2x20 - Jar of Hearts

164. (7) - S2x21 - Some People

165. (7) - S2x21 - Pure Imagination

166. (7) - S2x21 - Back to Black

167. (7) - S2x22 - Bella Notte

168. (7) - S3x01 - Anything Goes/Anything You Can Do

169. (7) - S3x02 - I'm the Greatest Star

170. (7) - S3x04 - Candyman

171. (7) - S3x05 - Tonight

172. (7) - S3x05 - Uptown Girl

173. (7) - S3x07 - Jolene

174. (7) - S3x07 - Perfect

175. (7) - S3x08 - Buenos Aires

176. (7) - S3x10 - Summer Nights

177. (7) - S3x14 - Cough Syrup

178. (7) - S3x15 - I'm Still Standing

179. (7) - S3x15 - Rio/Hungry Like the Wolf

180. (7) - S3x16 - How Deep Is Your Love

181. (7) - S3x19 - Love You Like a Love Song

182. (7) - S3x21 - Tongue Tied

183. (7) - S4x03 - Everybody Wants to Rule the World

184. (7) - S4x05 - Born to Hand Jive

185. (7) - S4x06 - Look At Me I'm Sandra Dee

186. (7) - S4x07 - Superman

187. (7) - S4x08 - Let's Have a Kiki/Turkey Lurkey Time

188. (7) - S4x13 - Don't Stop Me Now

189. (7) - S4x13 - Diva

190. (7) - S4x14 - Just Can't Get Enough

191. (7) - S4x15 - Come What May

192. (7) - S4x15 - Old Time Rock & Roll/Danger Zone

193. (7) - S4x17 - Creep

194. (7) - S4x17 - Copacabana

195. (7) - S4x20 - Longest Time

196. (7) - S4x20 - You've Lost That Lovin' Feelin'

197. (7) - S4x20 - At the Ballet

198. (7) - S4x21 - You Are the Sunshine of My Life

199. (7) - S5x01 - Drive My Car

200. (7) - S5x01 - Got to Get You Into My Life

201. (7) - S5x01 - I Saw Her Standing There

202. (7) - S5x02 - Here Comes the Sun

203. (7) - S5x03 - Make You Feel My Love

204. (7) - S5x06 - Piano Man

205. (7) - S5x07 - Cheek to Cheek

206. (7) - S5x13 - Don't Stop Believin' (Season Five)

207. (7) - S5x15 - No One Is Alone

208. (7) - S5x20 - Girls on Film

209. (7) - S6x06 - Baby It's You

210. (6) - S1x01 - Respect

211. (6) - S1x01 - I Kissed a Girl

212. (6) - S1x02 - Push It

213. (6) - S1x03 - Bust Your Windows

214. (6) - S1x05 - Cabaret

215. (6) - S1x06 - It's My Life/Confessions Part II

216. (6) - S1x09 - Dancing With Myself

217. (6) - S1x11 - Don't Make Me Over

218. (6) - S1x13 - And I Am Telling You I'm Not Going

219. (6) - S1x15 - What It Feels Like for a Girl

220. (6) - S1x16 - One Less Bell to Answer/A House Is Not a Home

221. (6) - S1x16 - Beautiful

222. (6) - S1x17 - U Can't Touch This

223. (6) - S1x17 - Physical

224. (6) - S1x18 - Jessie's Girl

225. (6) - S1x18 - One

226. (6) - S1x20 - Poker Face

227. (6) - S1x20 - Funny Girl

228. (6) - S1x21 - Another One Bites the Dust

229. (6) - S1x22 - Don't Stop Believing (Regionals)

230. (6) - S2x01 - Telephone

231. (6) - S2x01 - Billionaire

232. (6) - S2x02 - Baby One More Time

233. (6) - S2x02 - The Only Exception

234. (6) - S2x05 - Sweet Transvestite

235. (6) - S2x06 - Stop! In the Name of Love/Free Your Mind

236. (6) - S2x10 - Last Christmas

237. (6) - S2x11 - She's Not There

238. (6) - S2x12 - My Funny Valentine

239. (6) - S2x13 - Baby

240. (6) - S2x14 - Blame It (On the Alcohol)

241. (6) - S2x16 - Misery

242. (6) - S2x18 - I've Gotta Be Me

243. (6) - S2x18 - As If We Never Said Goodbye

244. (6) - S2x19 - Don't Stop

245. (6) - S2x20 - Rolling in the Deep

246. (6) - S3x01 - We Got the Beat

247. (6) - S3x03 - Cool

248. (6) - S3x04 - Last Friday Night

249. (6) - S3x05 - America

250. (6) - S3x06 - I Can't Go for That/You Make My Dreams Come True

251. (6) - S3x06 - Hit Me with Your Best Shot/One Way or Another

252. (6) - S3x08 - ABC

253. (6) - S3x09 - My Favorite Things

254. (6) - S3x13 - You're the Top

255. (6) - S3x15 - Somebody That I Used to Know

256. (6) - S3x16 - Stayin' Alive

257. (6) - S3x16 - Night Fever

258. (6) - S3x17 - I Have Nothing

259. (6) - S3x17 - So Emotional

260. (6) - S3x21 - Edge of Glory

261. (6) - S4x02 - Boys/Boyfriend

262. (6) - S4x03 - A Change Would Do You Good

263. (6) - S4x07 - My Dark Side

264. (6) - S4x16 - The Bitch Is Back/Dress You Up

265. (6) - S4x16 - Cold Hearted

266. (6) - S4x17 - Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go

267. (6) - S4x17 - Wannabe

268. (6) - S5x03 - If I Die Young

269. (6) - S5x04 - Applause

270. (6) - S5x06 - My Life

271. (6) - S5x09 - Don't Rain On My Parade

272. (6) - S5x12 - Defying Gravity

273. (6) - S5x16 - Love Is a Battlefield

274. (6) - S5x17 - NYC

275. (6) - S6x02 - Tightrope

276. (6) - S6x07 - Somebody Loves You

277. (5) - S1x01 - Sit Down You're Rockin the Boat

278. (5) - S1x01 - Mr. Cellophane

279. (5) - S1x06 - Halo/Walking On Sunshine

280. (5) - S1x07 - Hate On Me

281. (5) - S1x07 - Keep Holding On

282. (5) - S1x09 - Defying Gravity

283. (5) - S1x14 - Hello, Goodbye

284. (5) - S1x17 - Ice Ice Baby

285. (5) - S1x18 - The Boy Is Mine

286. (5) - S1x22 - Over the Rainbow

287. (5) - S2x02 - Stronger

288. (5) - S2x02 - Toxic

289. (5) - S2x03 - Losing My Religion

290. (5) - S2x04 - With You I'm Born Again

291. (5) - S2x07 - Forget You

292. (5) - S2x07 - Make 'Em Laugh

293. (5) - S2x08 - Just the Way You Are

294. (5) - S2x09 - Hey, Soul Sister

295. (5) - S2x10 - You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch

296. (5) - S2x12 - Firework

297. (5) - S2x15 - Animal

298. (5) - S2x15 - Landslide

299. (5) - S2x18 - Somewhere Only We Know

300. (5) - S2x18 - Born This Way

301. (5) - S3x03 - Run the World (Girls)

302. (5) - S3x08 - Survivor/I Will Survive

303. (5) - S3x08 - We Are Young

304. (5) - S3x09 - Let It Snow

305. (5) - S3x09 - All I Want for Christmas Is You

306. (5) - S3x10 - The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face

307. (5) - S3x11 - Smooth Criminal

308. (5) - S3x13 - I Will Always Love You

309. (5) - S3x15 - Up Up Up

310. (5) - S3x16 - You Should Be Dancing

311. (5) - S3x16 - Disco Inferno

312. (5) - S3x16 - Boogie Shoes

313. (5) - S3x17 - Saving All My Love For You

314. (5) - S3x17 - I Wanna Dance With Somebody (Who Loves Me)

315. (5) - S3x18 - Cell Block Tango

316. (5) - S3x18 - The Music of the Night

317. (5) - S3x18 - Shake It Out

318. (5) - S3x19 - What Makes You Beautiful

319. (5) - S4x01 - Americano/Dance Again

320. (5) - S4x05 - Everybody Talks

321. (5) - S4x05 - Blow Me (One Last Kiss)

322. (5) - S4x12 - A Thousand Years

323. (5) - S4x12 - This Is the New Year

324. (5) - S4x13 - Hung Up

325. (5) - S4x15 - Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend/Material Girl

326. (5) - S4x16 - Closer

327. (5) - S4x21 - Signed, Sealed, Delivered, I'm Yours

328. (5) - S5x01 - Help!

329. (5) - S5x01 - A Hard Day's Night

330. (5) - S5x02 - Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band

331. (5) - S5x02 - Hey Jude

332. (5) - S5x02 - Revolution

333. (5) - S5x03 - Seasons of Love

334. (5) - S5x06 - An Innocent Man

335. (5) - S5x08 - Here Comes Santa Claus (Down Santa Claus Lane)

336. (5) - S5x12 - Valerie

337. (5) - S5x16 - Let's Wait Awhile

338. (5) - S6x02 - Take On Me

339. (5) - S6x03 - Hand in My Pocket/I Feel the Earth Move

340. (4) - S1x01 - You're the One That I Want (ver. 1)

341. (4) - S1x01 - On My Own

342. (4) - S1x01 - Don't Stop Believing (Pilot)

343. (4) - S1x03 - I Wanna Sex You Up

344. (4) - S1x05 - Somebody to Love

345. (4) - S1x09 - Proud Mary

346. (4) - S1x11 - True Colors

347. (4) - S1x12 - Jump

348. (4) - S1x14 - Gives You Hell

349. (4) - S1x22 - Bohemian Rhapsody

350. (4) - S2x01 - Empire State of Mind

351. (4) - S2x09 - Don't Cry for Me Argentina

352. (4) - S2x14 - Tik Tok

353. (4) - S2x16 - Hell to the No

354. (4) - S3x01 - Big Spender

355. (4) - S3x03 - Fix You

356. (4) - S3x07 - I Kissed a Girl

357. (4) - S3x09 - Do They Know It's Christmas?

358. (4) - S3x09 - River

359. (4) - S3x10 - We Found Love

360. (4) - S3x13 - Stereo Hearts

361. (4) - S3x14 - Glad You Came

362. (4) - S3x15 - Fighter

363. (4) - S3x17 - How Will I Know

364. (4) - S3x21 - We Are the Champions

365. (4) - S4x01 - It's Time

366. (4) - S4x01 - New York State of Mind

367. (4) - S4x02 - Gimme More

368. (4) - S4x07 - Some Nights

369. (4) - S4x10 - Feliz Navidad

370. (4) - S4x13 - Bring Him Home

371. (4) - S4x13 - Nutbush City Limits

372. (4) - S4x17 - Against All Odds (Take a Look at Me Now)

373. (4) - S4x20 - Little Girls

374. (4) - S5x01 - Yesterday

375. (4) - S5x04 - Marry the Night

376. (4) - S5x04 - Wide Awake

377. (4) - S5x05 - Wrecking Ball

378. (4) - S5x12 - Keep Holding On

379. (4) - S5x17 - I'm the Greatest Star

380. (3) - S1x01 - Can't Fight This Feeling

381. (3) - S1x01 - Rehab

382. (3) - S1x07 - No Air

383. (3) - S1x08 - Thong Song

384. (3) - S1x10 - I'll Stand By You

385. (3) - S1x11 - Hair/Crazy In Love

386. (3) - S1x14 - Highway to Hell

387. (3) - S2x07 - Singing In the Rain/Umbrella

388. (3) - S2x15 - Do You Wanna Touch Me (Oh Yeah)

389. (3) - S2x16 - Candles

390. (3) - S2x18 - I Feel Pretty/Unpretty

391. (3) - S2x20 - Isn't She Lovely

392. (3) - S2x22 - My Cup

393. (3) - S2x22 - I Love New York/New York, New York

394. (3) - S3x10 - Moves Like Jagger/Jumpin' Jack Flash

395. (3) - S3x14 - Fly/I Believe I Can Fly

396. (3) - S3x14 - Stronger (What Doesn't Kill You)

397. (3) - S3x21 - Starships

398. (3) - S4x02 - Oops!...I Did It Again

399. (3) - S4x12 - Let Me Love You (Until You Learn to Love Yourself)

400. (3) - S4x13 - Girl On Fire

401. (3) - S4x16 - How to Be a Heartbreaker

402. (3) - S5x02 - Let It Be

403. (3) - S5x04 - Roar

404. (3) - S5x09 - Brave

405. (3) - S5x18 - Story of My Life

406. (2) - S1x02 - Take a Bow

407. (2) - S1x08 - What A Girl Wants

408. (2) - S1x16 - Fire

409. (2) - S1x18 - Pink Houses

410. (2) - S1x19 - Dream On

411. (2) - S1x21 - Tell Me Something Good

412. (2) - S1x22 - Any Way You Want It/Lovin' Touchin' Squeezin'

413. (2) - S2x03 - I Look to You

414. (2) - S2x03 - Only the Good Die Young

415. (2) - S2x05 - Planet, Schmanet, Janet

416. (2) - S2x06 - Start Me Up/Livin' on a Prayer

417. (2) - S2x07 - Conjunction Junction

418. (2) - S2x08 - Ohio

419. (2) - S2x11 - Thriller/Heads Will Roll

420. (2) - S2x13 - I Know What Boys Like

421. (2) - S2x14 - My Headband

422. (2) - S2x14 - One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer

423. (2) - S2x15 - Afternoon Delight

424. (2) - S2x16 - Raise Your Glass

425. (2) - S2x19 - Go Your Own Way

426. (2) - S2x20 - Friday

427. (2) - S3x04 - Bein' Green

428. (2) - S3x09 - Extraordinary Merry Christmas

429. (2) - S4x08 - Whistle

430. (2) - S4x08 - Gangnam Style

431. (2) - S4x09 - O Holy Night

432. (2) - S4x16 - Bye Bye Bye/I Want It That Way

433. (2) - S4x20 - We Will Rock You

434. (2) - S5x01 - You've Got to Hide Your Love Away

435. (2) - S5x12 - Raise Your Glass

436. (2) - S5x12 - Toxic

437. (2) - S5x17 - Pumpin Blood

438. (1) - S1x01 - Leaving On a Jet Plane

439. (1) - S1x10 - (You're Having My Baby)

440. (1) - S1x10 - Endless Love

441. (1) - S1x19 - Safety Dance

442. (1) - S1x20 - Shout It Out Loud

443. (1) - S1x20 - Beth

444. (1) - S1x21 - Good Vibrations

445. (1) - S1x21 - It's a Man's Man's Man's World

446. (1) - S2x03 - Papa, Can You Hear Me?

447. (1) - S2x12 - Fat Bottomed Girls

448. (1) - S2x13 - Sing

449. (1) - S2x13 - This Little Light of Mine

450. (1) - S2x16 - Jesus Is My Friend

451. (1) - S2x16 - Only Child

452. (1) - S2x16 - Get It Right

453. (1) - S2x16 - Loser Like Me

454. (1) - S3x06 - Hot for Teacher

455. (1) - S3x07 - Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

456. (1) - S3x08 - Man in the Mirror

457. (1) - S3x08 - Red Solo Cup

458. (1) - S3x11 - Scream

459. (1) - S3x11 - Black or White

460. (1) - S3x11 - Ben

461. (1) - S3x11 - I Want You Back

462. (1) - S3x12 - Sexy and I Know It

463. (1) - S3x12 - A Little Less Conversation

464. (1) - S3x18 - School's Out

465. (1) - S3x18 - The Rain in Spain

466. (1) - S3x19 - Dinosaur

467. (1) - S4x19 - Fight for Your Right (to Party)

468. (1) - S5x07 - The Fox

469. (1) - S5x08 - The Chipmunk Song (Christmas Don't Be Late)

470. (1) - S5x13 - Loser Like Me

471. (NA) - S1x03 - Mercy

472. (NA) - S1x04 - Taking Chances

473. (NA) - S1x05 - Last Name

474. (NA) - S1x05 - Alone

475. (NA) - S1x08 - Bust A Move

476. (NA) - S1x10 - Lean On Me

477. (NA) - S1x10 - Crush

478. (NA) - S1x11 - Bootylicious

479. (NA) - S1x14 - Hello

480. (NA) - S1x16 - Home

481. (NA) - S1x22 - Faithfully

482. (NA) - S2x01 - Listen

483. (NA) - S2x01 - Every Rose Has Its Thorn

484. (NA) - S2x01 - Getting to Know You

485. (NA) - S2x03 - Bridge Over Troubled Water

486. (NA) - S2x03 - One of Us

487. (NA) - S2x06 - One Love (People Get Ready)

488. (NA) - S2x09 - The Living Years

489. (NA) - S2x10 - Welcome Christmas

490. (NA) - S2x10 - Merry Christmas, Darling

491. (NA) - S2x11 - Need You Now

492. (NA) - S2x15 - Kiss

493. (NA) - S2x17 - Turning Tables

494. (NA) - S2x17 - All By Myself

495. (NA) - S2x19 - Dreams

496. (NA) - S2x19 - Never Going Back Again

497. (NA) - S2x19 - Songbird

498. (NA) - S2x19 - Nice to Meet You, Have I Slept with You?

499. (NA) - S2x22 - Yeah!

500. (NA) - S2x22 - For Good

501. (NA) - S2x22 - Light Up the World

502. (NA) - S2x22 - Pretending

503. (NA) - S2x22 - As Long as You're There

504. (NA) - S2x22 - Still Got Tonight

505. (NA) - S3x02 - Somewhere

506. (NA) - S3x03 - Spotlight

507. (NA) - S3x03 - Out Here On My Own

508. (NA) - S3x04 - Waiting for a Girl Like You

509. (NA) - S3x06 - You and I/You and I

510. (NA) - S3x07 - I'm the Only One

511. (NA) - S3x09 - Santa Claus Is Coming to Town

512. (NA) - S3x09 - Blue Christmas

513. (NA) - S3x10 - Without You

514. (NA) - S3x11 - I Just Can't Stop Loving You

515. (NA) - S3x11 - Human Nature

516. (NA) - S3x12 - Don't Wanna Lose You

517. (NA) - S3x12 - La Isla Bonita

518. (NA) - S3x12 - Bamboleo/Hero

519. (NA) - S3x13 - Let Me Love You

520. (NA) - S3x13 - Chapel of Love

521. (NA) - S3x13 - Home

522. (NA) - S3x14 - Here's to Us

523. (NA) - S3x14 - Stand

524. (NA) - S3x17 - My Love Is Your Love

525. (NA) - S3x18 - Cry

526. (NA) - S3x20 - Mean

527. (NA) - S3x20 - I Won't Give Up

528. (NA) - S3x20 - Flashdance...What a Feeling

529. (NA) - S3x20 - Because You Loved Me

530. (NA) - S3x21 - It's All Coming Back to Me Now

531. (NA) - S3x21 - Pinball Wizard

532. (NA) - S3x22 - I'll Remember

533. (NA) - S3x22 - You Get What You Give

534. (NA) - S3x22 - Glory Days

535. (NA) - S3x22 - Roots Before Branches

536. (NA) - S3x22 - Forever Young

537. (NA) - S4x01 - Sister Christian

538. (NA) - S4x01 - Never Say Never

539. (NA) - S4x01 - Chasing Pavements

540. (NA) - S4x02 - Hold It Against Me

541. (NA) - S4x02 - Everytime

542. (NA) - S4x02 - Crazy/U Drive Me Crazy

543. (NA) - S4x02 - Womanizer

544. (NA) - S4x03 - Celebrity Skin

545. (NA) - S4x03 - The Way You Look Tonight/You're Never Fully Dressed Without a Smile

546. (NA) - S4x04 - Barely Breathing

547. (NA) - S4x04 - Give Your Heart a Break

548. (NA) - S4x04 - The Scientist

549. (NA) - S4x04 - Mine

550. (NA) - S4x05 - Juke Box Hero

551. (NA) - S4x06 - Look At Me I'm Sandra Dee (Reprise)

552. (NA) - S4x06 - Greased Lightning

553. (NA) - S4x07 - Holding Out for a Hero

554. (NA) - S4x08 - Home/Homeward Bound

555. (NA) - S4x08 - Live While We're Young

556. (NA) - S4x09 - Don't Dream It's Over

557. (NA) - S4x09 - Being Good Isn't Good Enough

558. (NA) - S4x09 - All That Jazz

559. (NA) - S4x10 - Hanukkah, Oh Hanukkah

560. (NA) - S4x10 - The First Noel

561. (NA) - S4x10 - Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

562. (NA) - S4x10 - Jingle Bell Rock

563. (NA) - S4x11 - Baby Got Back

564. (NA) - S4x11 - No Scrubs

565. (NA) - S4x11 - Locked Out of Heaven

566. (NA) - S4x12 - Torn

567. (NA) - S4x12 - Love Song

568. (NA) - S4x13 - Make No Mistake (She's Mine)

569. (NA) - S4x14 - You're All I Need to Get By

570. (NA) - S4x14 - Anything Could Happen

571. (NA) - S4x14 - We've Got Tonite

572. (NA) - S4x15 - Unchained Melody

573. (NA) - S4x15 - In Your Eyes

574. (NA) - S4x17 - My Prerogative

575. (NA) - S4x18 - Say

576. (NA) - S4x18 - Your Song

577. (NA) - S4x19 - You Have More Friends Than You Know

578. (NA) - S4x19 - Outcast

579. (NA) - S4x19 - Don't Stop Believin' (Rachel)

580. (NA) - S4x19 - Next to Me

581. (NA) - S4x20 - Everybody Hurts

582. (NA) - S4x21 - Uptight (Everything's Alright)

583. (NA) - S4x21 - I Wish

584. (NA) - S4x21 - Higher Ground

585. (NA) - S4x22 - Hall of Fame

586. (NA) - S4x22 - Clarity

587. (NA) - S4x22 - Wings

588. (NA) - S4x22 - I Love It

589. (NA) - S4x22 - All or Nothing

590. (NA) - S4x22 - To Love You More

591. (NA) - S4x22 - Rainbow Connection

592. (NA) - S5x02 - Get Back

593. (NA) - S5x03 - Fire and Rain

594. (NA) - S5x03 - I'll Stand By You

595. (NA) - S5x03 - No Surrender

596. (NA) - S5x05 - On Our Way

597. (NA) - S5x05 - If I Were a Boy

598. (NA) - S5x06 - Honesty

599. (NA) - S5x06 - You May Be Right

600. (NA) - S5x07 - Nasty/Rhythm Nation

601. (NA) - S5x08 - Mary's Little Boy Child

602. (NA) - S5x08 - Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree

603. (NA) - S5x08 - Away in a Manger

604. (NA) - S5x08 - Love Child

605. (NA) - S5x08 - O Christmas Tree

606. (NA) - S5x09 - Whenever I Call You Friend

607. (NA) - S5x09 - My Lovin' (You're Never Gonna Get It)

608. (NA) - S5x09 - I Believe in a Thing Called Love

609. (NA) - S5x09 - Every Breath You Take

610. (NA) - S5x09 - Breakaway

611. (NA) - S5x10 - Hold On

612. (NA) - S5x10 - Barracuda

613. (NA) - S5x10 - Danny's Song

614. (NA) - S5x11 - Vacation

615. (NA) - S5x11 - America

616. (NA) - S5x11 - I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For

617. (NA) - S5x11 - Mr. Roboto/Counting Stars

618. (NA) - S5x11 - I Love LA

619. (NA) - S5x12 - Happy

620. (NA) - S5x13 - Party All the Time

621. (NA) - S5x13 - I Am Changing

622. (NA) - S5x13 - Just Give Me a Reason

623. (NA) - S5x13 - Be Okay

624. (NA) - S5x14 - Best Day of My Life

625. (NA) - S5x14 - Rockstar

626. (NA) - S5x14 - Downtown

627. (NA) - S5x14 - People

628. (NA) - S5x15 - You Make Me Feel Like a Natural Woman

629. (NA) - S5x15 - Colorblind

630. (NA) - S5x16 - Addicted to Love

631. (NA) - S5x16 - I Want to Know What Love Is

632. (NA) - S5x17 - Who Are You Now

633. (NA) - S5x18 - Piece of My Heart

634. (NA) - S5x18 - Wake Me Up

635. (NA) - S5x18 - The Rose

636. (NA) - S5x18 - Doo Wop (That Thing)

637. (NA) - S5x19 - Werewolves of London

638. (NA) - S5x19 - Memory

639. (NA) - S5x19 - Lucky Star

640. (NA) - S5x19 - Take Me Home Tonight

641. (NA) - S5x19 - I Melt with You

642. (NA) - S5x20 - All of Me

643. (NA) - S5x20 - No Time At All

644. (NA) - S5x20 - Shakin' My Head

645. (NA) - S5x20 - Pompeii

646. (NA) - S5x20 - Glitter in the Air

647. (NA) - S6x01 - Sing

648. (NA) - S6x01 - Dance the Night Away

649. (NA) - S6x01 - Uninvited

650. (NA) - S6x01 - Let It Go

651. (NA) - S6x01 - Suddenly Seymour

652. (NA) - S6x02 - Problem

653. (NA) - S6x02 - Mustang Sally

654. (NA) - S6x02 - Viva Voce

655. (NA) - S6x03 - Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow/Head Over Feet

656. (NA) - S6x03 - You Learn/You've Got a Friend

657. (NA) - S6x03 - So Far Away

658. (NA) - S6x04 - Rock Lobster

659. (NA) - S6x04 - Whip It

660. (NA) - S6x04 - Thousand Miles

661. (NA) - S6x04 - Bitch

662. (NA) - S6x05 - It Must Have Been Love

663. (NA) - S6x05 - All Out of Love

664. (NA) - S6x05 - You Spin Me Round (Like a Record)

665. (NA) - S6x06 - Arthur's Theme

666. (NA) - S6x06 - What the World Needs Now

667. (NA) - S6x06 - Alfie

668. (NA) - S6x07 - You Give Love a Bad Name

669. (NA) - S6x07 - All About That Bass

670. (NA) - S6x07 - Time After Time

671. (NA) - S6x07 - I Know Where I've Been

672. (NA) - S6x07 - Same Love

673. (NA) - S6x08 - Hey Ya!

674. (NA) - S6x08 - I'm So Excited

675. (NA) - S6x08 - At Last

676. (NA) - S6x09 - Uptown Funk

677. (NA) - S6x09 - I Want to Break Free

678. (NA) - S6x09 - Break Free

679. (NA) - S6x09 - Lose My Breath

680. (NA) - S6x09 - Cool Kids

681. (NA) - S6x09 - Friday I'm in Love

682. (NA) - S6x10 - Far From Over

683. (NA) - S6x10 - Rather Be

684. (NA) - S6x10 - Rise

685. (NA) - S6x10 - The Trolley Song

686. (NA) - S6x10 - The Final Countdown

687. (NA) - S6x11 - We Built This City

688. (NA) - S6x11 - Mickey

689. (NA) - S6x11 - Chandelier

690. (NA) - S6x11 - Come Sail Away

691. (NA) - S6x11 - Listen to Your Heart

692. (NA) - S6x11 - Take Me to Church

693. (NA) - S6x12 - Pony

694. (NA) - S6x12 - Don't Stop Believing (Pilot/2009)

695. (NA) - S6x12 - I'm His Child

696. (NA) - S6x12 - I Kissed a Girl

697. (NA) - S6x13 - Daydream Believer

698. (NA) - S6x13 - Someday We'll Be Together

699. (NA) - S6x13 - I Lived

700. (NA) - S6x13 - This Time

701. (NA) - S6x13 - Teach Your Children

702. (NA) - S6x13 - The Winner Takes It All

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