#joan's pov so I wouldn't have to deal with songs

[vanderwoodlings]

the worst person you’ll ever meet: a georgina sparks playlist (x)

Dedicated to those of you who’ve in any way caused or encouraged non-ironic Georgina feelings, because I refuse to deal with this alone. Text version of the tracklist and commentary under the cut:

1. “Bang Bang Bang Bang,” Sohodolls. So ‘Bang’ isn’t actually being used in this song as a euphemism for sex, but as onomatopoeia for a gunshot but… i think it works either way, especially with the portrait of the fucked up family painted at the beginning and then just totally jumping away from that for the rest

1. “Bang Bang Bang Bang,” Sohodolls. So ‘Bang’ isn’t actually being used in this song as a euphemism for sex, but as onomatopoeia for a gunshot but… i think it works either way, especially with the portrait of the fucked up family painted at the beginning and then just totally jumping away from that for the rest

2. “Mayhem,” Halestorm. A little mayhem never hurt anyone/When I'm gonna get some?/A little bedlam 'til I'm coming undone/Where I'm gonna get some?

3. “Crash And Burn Girl,” Robyn. You should have a sticker on you saying, "Warning Keep Out"/You're the kind of girl that'll mess you up for life

4. “Rich Kids Blues,” Lykke Li. And we hit the actual feelings again! Like, it has to come from somewhere, you know? And there’s such a nihilistic edge to her… I don’t think Georgina’s happy. I really don’t think that

5. “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun,” Cyndi Lauper. I mean the thing is that she does, you know? She has this absolute violence in the way she does it but she’s really just here to like. Enjoy herself. Hang out with who she likes. What are consequences?

6. “Do You Wanna Touch Me (Oh Yeah),” Joan Jett & The Blackhearts.

7. “Take It Off,” Kesha. There's a place I know if you're lookin' for a show/Where they go hardcore and there's glitter on the floor/And they turn me on when they take it off

8. “Just Dance,” Lady Gaga. The party girl is unavoidable! And kind of fucked up. What's goin' on, on the floor?/I love this record, baby, but I can't see straight anymore/Keep it cool, what's the name of this club?/I can't remember, but it's alright, a-alright

9. “If You Seek Amy,” Britney Spears. I love this as a pre-series seregina song—that sense that our singer isn’t who everyone is looking for, just the way to get to her… yeah

10. “Every Breath You Take,” The Police. Did I just say pre-series seregina? Yeah, we’re getting into it. Oh, can't you see you belong to me?/How my poor heart aches with every step you take

11. “High Enough,” K.Flay. I used to like liquor to get me inspired/But you look so beautiful, my new supplier. I was thinking a lot about substance abuse and its place in Georgina’s narrative and, like, the way that (like with every other character) it’s never taken seriously that she’s struggling with it, and about that sense of obsession and loss of control, and this song plays it very straight but… there’s something there

12. “Jenny (I Wanna Ruin Our Friendship),” Studio Killers. Do I think Georgina even let herself know this much about her feelings? No. Is this song still here? Yes

13. “Blow Your Mind (Mwah),” Dua Lipa.

14. “Michelle,” Sir Chloe. And we pause, to switch povs to the outside for a moment. You know just how to be cruel/When you shake your hips that way/I don't care what you say/Michelle, Michelle/You are a monster from Hell

15. “How to Be a Heartbreaker,” MARINA. Wear your heart on your cheek/But never on your sleeve/Unless you want to taste defeat

16. “Choke,” I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME. If I could burn this town/I wouldn't hesitate/To smile while you suffocate and die

17. “killer queen,” Mad Tsai. Gunpowder, gelatine/Dynamite with a laser—no, not that one. She's a motherfucking killer queen/A psychopath at seventeen/A beauty in a blood-stained dress

18. “You’re Gonna Go Far, Kid,” The Offspring. With a thousand lies and a good disguise/Hit 'em right between the eyes, hit 'em right between the eyes. I mean, who on gg is more of a fan of lies and impersonations? (And if I have my reboot canon right… she did take it pretty far)

19. “good 4 u,” Olivia Rodrigo. You look happy and healthy, not me/If you ever cared to ask/Good for you/You're doin' great out there without me, baby. Post-s1 seregina, mostly. But a little dangina to it too

20. “Let’s Be Friends,” Emily Osment. Everyone knows I'm getting my way/It doesn't matter what you say

21. “Bad Romance,” Lady Gaga. You know that I want you/And you know that I need you/I want it bad, your bad romance/I want your love, and I want your revenge. Dangina!!!!

22. “Tongues & Teeth,” The Crane Wives. Oh, I will ruin you/It's a habit—I can't help it/I know that you mean so well/But I am not a vessel for your good intent

23. “Bust Your Kneecaps,” Pomplamoose. Georgina is a terrible and obsessive ex. Also the connections to organized crime, if you’re reading it the other way

24. “Bury Me Facedown,” grandson. I really am surprised I can’t remember a Blair one liner about how Georgina is like a bad penny

25. “Runs In The Family,” Amanda Palmer. I say it runs in the family/This family that carries me to such great lengths/To open my legs up to anyone who'll have me/It runs in the family, I come by it honestly

26. “Plump,” Hole. There are so many things we don’t really know about why Georgina kept Milo, or about how her parents influenced her taking her, or about what she was like as a parent, or about how she felt about becoming a parent and… yeah

27. “Hot Mess,” Cobra Starship. If you're dancing up on tables/You go, you go, you got it, girl/Say that you're unstable/You go coco, you got it, girl

28. “Versions of Violence,” Alanis Morissette. Okay look this is significantly just a list of signs of emotional abuse and like. What is more Georgina than headfuckery (and herself being equally screwed up)

29. “A Little Party Never Killed Nobody (All We Got,” Fergie, Q-Tip, GoonRock. A little party never killed nobody/So we gon' dance until we drop/A little party never killed nobody/Right here, right now's all we got

30. “Sin Wagon,” The Chicks. This was the first or second song on here—I was thinking of just throwing a mainstream worship song in here and then cutting back to party and mayhem, just for the dissonance, and then I remembered this and the ‘Jesus and I have redefined our relationship’ vibes were,,, perfect. Of course, the fiddles it starts with were dissonance enough on their own, and the overall work comes back to that same ‘I’m gonna burn it all down because fuck it, I deserve it’ so… here it is. Our conclusion

#georgina sparks #gossip girl #original nonsense #this is a playlist tag #drugs / #abuse / #it’s georgie what’d you expect #georgina and serena #dan and georgina

[hereidinathoreauwrites]

Chapters: 1/5 Fandom: Zoey's Extraordinary Playlist (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Zoey Clarke/Joan Characters: Zoey Clarke, Joan (Zoey’s Extraordinary Playlist) Additional Tags: it's the headcannon fic!, your #2 choice, two people start having sex for fun and oops they're in love, Women Loving Women, Developing Relationship, Boss/Employee Relationship, Bisexual Female Character, joan's pov, so I wouldn't have to deal with songs, Lesbian Sex, Fluff and Smut, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Cuddling & Snuggling, Post-Coital Cuddling, From Sex to Love, Sex Toys, Bad Dirty Talk, zoey has a lot of emotions, but she doesn't want to talk about them, Joan is concerned but doesn't know how to ask Summary:

It's the headcannon fic!

After Joan’s divorce, she and Zoey have a no-obligation sex deal. Everything was nice and warm until they realized their true and deep feelings for each other.

Joan was having a bad day.

First her prick of an ex-husband had tried to take Cartier and her lawyer still hadn’t called to confirm that her little Pomeranian was safe. Then the guys at work had eaten all the Crunch Berries again (she was seriously going to fire Glenn the next time she saw him) and her emergency scotch stash had run dry.

She threw herself down at her desk, huffing. To top it all off, her vibrator had fried its inner workings a week ago and her acupuncturist had advised against overworking her fingers if she wanted to avoid carpal tunnel.

Joan grit her teeth and opened her tablet so she could at least pretend she was working.

To sum up: she was pissed, hungry, not drunk enough for any of this, and way, WAY too horny.

Joan leaned back in her seat, closing her eyes.

“God what I wouldn’t give for a sex toy…” She muttered. “Or just a hook-up…” For just a moment, she let herself picture a scenario in which she wasn’t pleasuring herself but receiving it from someone else. Someone else was squeezing her breast and playing with her nipple, someone else's fingers were drifting past her stomach and trailing in between her thighs…

Oh god, that would be so nice… At this rate, anyone would do. She just needed a release.

After a second, she opened her eyes and turned back around.

She nearly jumped out of her chair.

Zoey was standing in her office doorway, staring at her like she’d just screamed her thoughts across the office.

Joan sat up. “What…what do you want, Zoey?” She crossed her legs but quickly uncrossed them. She didn’t think Zoey had heard her but what if she had? “Is…is this about the new Chirp specs?”

The coder shifted uncomfortably, her face pinched tightly. “Joan…are you…okay? Is there…anything you need?”

“No Zoey, I’m fine.” She sat on her hands to keep herself from waving the coder away. Her fingers drummed against the edges of her seat.

“Are you…sure?” Zoey asked, inching her way into Joan’s office. It was as if she really didn’t want to be there but thought that she had to be. “Cause…if you do…I can help.”

She had heard. Joan sighed and gave up all pretense of professionalism. “Not unless you’re really okay with violating HR policies…” She growled, hating herself for once again showing such a vulnerability to the young coder. But she couldn’t help it. Joan couldn’t quite put her finger on it but there was something about the young redhead that made her feel like it was okay to spill her secrets. The fact that Zoey was (objectively) cute certainly helped.

Joan shook her head and spun her chair around, watching Zoey’s reflection on the photos of her dogs. Not helpful. Finding her subordinate attractive while her libido was this high was just asking for trouble.

Zoey pursed her lips, eyes squeezing shut. “Maybe…I am…?” She muttered after a moment.

Joan froze. “Wh…what?” She spun back around, nearly tipping herself over, hardly daring to believe what she’d heard.

Zoey refused to look at her. Her face was beet red. “Maybe I’m okay with it…?” She repeated, sounding slightly more sure of herself.

Joan could only stare. Zoey, prim, innocent, kind, probably-still-a-virgin Zoey was…okay with…pleasuring her boss?

“Joan…” Zoey continued, as Joan’s mouth continued to malfunction. “You’re…lonely now that Charlie’s gone…I’m…always…lonely…so…we could…be lonely….together?”

Joan’s typical comment about Zoey’s cryptic way of speaking evaporated as the double-meaning behind the inflections hit her. Did Zoey really want to…?

She shifted in her seat. That was…kinda hot.

“And when you say lonely…” She finally managed to choke out.

Zoey’s whole face turned even redder but she soldiered on. “Uh huh. Sometimes when you get that feeling…you just need…healing.”

Joan blinked, wondering why on earth Zoey would be quoting that particular song right now. She didn’t take her for a Marvin Gaye fan. “I have been…I mean…” She cleared her throat. “It might help…”

“With the loneliness.” Zoey clarified, her fists clenched.

Joan nodded. “Of course. Yeah…” Her head was spinning so much that she had trouble believing the next words out of her mouth. “My place? Tonight?”

Zoey nodded. “Yeah. Okay.” Her whole face was crimson. “I’ll…I’ll be there at 9?”

Joan nodded, already making a mental checklist of everything she’d need to prepare. “Okay. I’ll send a car.” Her heart beat a little faster at the thought that within hours, she’d be in bed with another person again. Another person who wasn’t Charlie.

Another person who was Zoey of all people. She'd never imagined today turning out like this.

Zoey nodded. “I’ll…I’ll see you tonight.” Fists still clenched, she turned stiffly.

“Zoey…” Joan called as the programmer turned to leave.

“Yeah?”

Joan fiddled with her tablet, pretending she was working. “There… there are no expectations here…” She clarified. “I want you to know that.”

The coder nodded. “Right.”

“We wont be dating…” Joan specified. “it’s just…”

“Just company.” Zoey supplied.

“Yeah.”

“Okay.”

Joan looked up. “Okay?” Zoey’s face was still red. But she looked determined at least. Perhaps even a little…excited.

“Sure.” Zoey shrugged. “Why not?”

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