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ladyshivs · 10 months

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Hi! tracing fingers down your partner's chest for Lydia, smiling in-between kisses for Rohid and/ or bridal carries for Richard pretty please? ^^

Total word count: approx. 1850

Fandom: Fallen Hero by Malin Ryden

Pairings: Chargestep (Lydia/Ricardo), Steelstep (Rohid/Chen), Flystep (Richard/Daniel)

Time elapsed: 1 hour, 35 minutes

Physical Intimacy Prompts

Lydia

A zip ran down the center of Lydia’s breastbone and she barely managed to resist biting down on her lower lip. Somewhere, out in the real world, dawn was breaking. The city never fully slept, but there was enough of a lull in activity in Ricardo’s building that it felt like a gentle stirring rather than an uptick in traffic and car alarms.

Her heart begged to differ and was currently trying to climb up out of her throat, slamming into everything it could along the way. Her lungs, her ribs, her. Her. His fingers dipped slightly, tracing a vicious scar over her clavicle before curling away like a whisper of smoke over her chest.

Drifting in aimless patterns over her skin. First light circles, pausing over a ragged edge. A change in texture as he turned his hand over, gliding the backs of his fingernails across the curve of a tattoo. Smooth and rounded, then, as he let his fingertips angle enough to drag nails over her. Not enough to scratch.

A wake up call sent to delicate, tickle flinch nerve endings that sparked to life.

Every touch he was giving her was feather fluff agony, far too light to be satisfying. Too little to settle the pounding of her heart which she knew he could feel, there was no way he couldn’t, it was practically starting a band in her throat and he was being too quiet.

Lydia glanced down and followed his eyes to where his palm was resting flat, just in the center above her sternum. Watching him watching his own fingers, curling in against his palm. Not tight. Not a fist. Impossible to tell where his thoughts were spinning, but not hard to guess. She’d never had the strength to use that weapon—to ask how long he’d spent. Bent over her, pumping her heart to keep her alive. Hands bruising instead of gliding.

He'd cracked ribs. Lydia’s skin tingled as if it could remember.

“Did you really kick Hollow Ground in the teeth?” well. That answered that question.

Lydia hoped the snort didn’t sound forced. “Pssht. Not like I did it for you,” hand coming up, unbidden, to flatten his back out over her. Pressing until he let his fingers go out flat again.

“Thought you said you were only there to help me investigate?” giving her a. She hated when he looked like that. Too bone weary. She hoped he didn’t know he was doing it; the look was better off unintentional. Looking exhausted and solemn instead of teasing and smug. The dig didn’t hit pay dirt, though.

“She wanted me--La Bruja--to join her crew. Or at the very least wanted me to pay her dues to work for her,” not too much of an admission, considering what he already knew.

“Shit, really?” a little note in his voice. Not entirely genuine surprise, then? But that was allowable because his fingers were moving again. Sliding out from under her hand. Drawing designs and patterns over the dip and swell of her breast. “And it was a bad offer?”

“Obviously. I introduced her mouth to my foot at that point, so I’m not sure what else was included in her proposal,” a little embellishment, but only for flare—Ric’s fingers were getting dangerously close to. To. “But there’s no way I’d ever work with her,” muttered without a thought and. “Not knowing how--,” how you hate her. But it was too late. His fingers had slid over a different set of nerves on her chest.

Like watching the edge of a knife descending. One of the many masks slipping into place. This one curled at the corners of his lips, but he forgot to change up his eyes. “So it is because of me,” the tone was gloating, light and proud. Trying to tease, but his stupid fucking eyes weren’t in it and it made Lydia’s chest clench all the tighter for its absence.

Lydia swallowed dry. “Don’t go getting a fat head over it,” too wavy in her throat. “Just because I’m not going to work with your mortal enemy doesn’t mean that I like you or anything,” trying to force the conversation somewhere that light could hit it. Raising his hand up to press her lips to his palm.

Rohid

A quick peck. All it was meant to be, just a quick little smack of lip on lip before they darted out of the door and back to the streets. They were going to let that little blip of contact feed them for the rest of the day.

Spoon had had other plans, weaving his lanky body behind Rohid’s legs and planting himself firmly between the regene and the door. Clearly in cahoots with the man that then pressed himself up against Rohid’s front, smiling into the longer kiss that he stole in retaliation. Pulling a soft sound out of Rohid’s chest with his next move, wrapping his arms tighter around their waist and tugging them. Walking together back towards his couch.

Not asking them not to leave.

Just letting soft touch after soft touch pepper itself along Rohid’s mouth until it curled into a grin for him. Cotton balls of pleasure filling Rohid’s sinus cavities, stuffing them up until the only escape was giggling against Chen’s tongue as it slid between their lips.

The only reasonable counterattack was to return fire, lips stretching thin as they disregarded the urge to fight back their smile and instead nipped at Chen’s bottom lip. Enough to make the man that was.

Huh. When did Chen start pressing them down into the couch cushions? Rohid’s brain politely set the question on fire. It had better things to focus on. Like Chen’s own smile, crooked and twisted and making Rohid’s heart do a very complicated dance with their lungs. And like Chen’s tongue, that was flicking out to try and open them back up again for another, deeper kiss.

They allowed the intrusion, but they couldn’t wipe the smile off their face. Couldn’t stop the bright, soft tittering escaping their throat. Voice strong for once. Sounding like their old self, for once. Both hands holding Chen’s head still, giving them enough space to press their giggling grin to his cheek.

“Can I stay longer?” was what they meant to ask. There had been so many months between the last time they had been able to speak clearly that hearing it from their own chest hit like a punch to the throat. Their voice withered in their throat halfway through, but Chen’s mouth was there. Hiding the shift with a kiss.

“As long as you want, Ro,” and another. And again. And. “As long as you want,”

Richard

The Drop was always anticipated. Which was shitty of him, and he knew it, but it was there all the same.

Or maybe that was just the excuse he used to curled into the heat of Danny’s chest like an arthritic old dog curling up in a patch of sunlight. Arms pulling him in until Richard could nestle into the crook of his neck and sigh.

There was no whining from his knees, no muttering from his hips, even with the position forcing his joints to flex. Something about the how. The how in how Daniel held him.

The Drop wasn’t incoming, and he knew it. They both knew it. All the letting down had been on Richard’s end.

“Thank you,” whispered. A bitter, curmudgeonly voice from the back of his head protested that being carried around like a doll was demeaning. Every single other voice pushed it to the back of the crowd and gave it dirty looks when it started hissing again.

Daniel shifted his weight slightly and grinned, thoughts swirling up in a wonderfully warm updraft.

“No problem,” chuckling and squeezing him just enough for Richard to sink even further into that sensation. Held fast. As if he were something worth holding onto, despite all the evidence to the contrary. Wingbeats fluttered against his arm. “How is it?” knowing that Richard would know what he meant.

“Healing. At least that’s what they tell me. A little bit better every day,” Shrugging as much as he could, turning his head to let his forehead rest on the swell of Daniel’s trapezius muscle. Separated by a thin cotton t shirt and Richard’s self control that kept him from mouthing at the freckles he knew were waiting there. “It doesn’t hurt too badly today,” it was his hips that had prompted the request.

Bruised pride and stubborn ego had fallen sharply away when he realized that he was going to have to climb the stairs to his apartment and the unseasonable spike of humidity was going to make every step a particularly excruciating torture.

A quick text and Danny had fluttered down from their shared balcony like a falling leaf, looped the grocery bags around either elbow and then, like just another piece of shopping, scooped Richard up against his chest. His thoughts had glowed and spiraled, beyond pleased that Richard was willing to ask for his help. And Richard had only grumbled a few times. Or three. Before Danny had nuzzled his nose against his temple and drove those complaints back into the dark.

Of course, when they landed back up on the balcony, Richard could have easily peeled himself out of Danny’s grip. But.

Well.

It. Well. That thought sheepishly drew a circle with its toe and struggled to make eye contact.

Danny had the decency to laugh and not feel too put upon, carefully maneuvering the shopping off of his forearms without jostling Richard out of his grip. It was a fraction closer to ridiculous than Richard was normally given to but feeling Danny’s heat against him. The safety of his arms and the soft brush of his mind and. He couldn’t bring himself to feel too guilty about having Danny hover for a few more seconds, holding him close. “How was your day?” asked out loud even though Richard could feel the question from a dozen or so miles away.

“It’s better now that I’m home,” with a very pointed squeeze around Danny’s shoulders. Home in your arms, he didn’t say, but pushed the thought loudly enough into Danny’s mind for it to register. For a faint blush to spread over those cheeks, making his scar stand out all the clearer. “What about yours?” casually flipping through the surface thoughts that Daniel always presented like he was browsing magazine covers at the check out line.

A minor altercation. A lot of paperwork. A lot of coffee. Threaded with hints of something much more frustrating that his thoughts were working hard to keep shuffled away. Richard considering dipping his fingers into the fray, but thought better of it. “Not too bad, then?” chuckling as Danny offered up his own shrug.

“Boring,” but the necessary bits were what they were, he added on. Hoping to keep whatever it was that had upset him saved for another time. Softening as he turned his head to kiss Richard between the eyebrows. Point taken, Richard slid out of his head. “Better now that you’re home, though,”

#fallen hero fanfic #fhr #fallen hero #thank you!#flash fiction #chargestep #steelstep #flystep #ricardo ortega #lydia becerra #wei chen #rohid chenthilmurugan #daniel sullivan #richard abekket #hntf adjacent when it hits richard's because of course

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bilvy · 2 years

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i’m sort of doing a deep dive of old bandom on here are there any still-up blogs you know of that would be good to look through? thank you and sorry to bother you!

hello anon! It depends what's your area of interest honestly? I'll tag some people and link some resources under the cut :) lmk if you need ANYTHING because I have a huge collection of media (including fbr games and videos) email me here: [email protected]

Okay so if you wanna know about Panic! pre split I would recommend going to the following blogs @souryogurt64 (Sarah has a great essay about panic! at the disco on her pinned post, plus a lot of asks and resources about fall out boy), go to @prettyoddfever they have an ABUNDANCE of pre split panic things considering they were there at that time, I also recommend looking at @pathetic-at-the-disco (they arent always accurate but...) and finally look at LiveJournal primers (also if u want ryden stuff) if you need anything else let me know :)

For fall out boy once again look at Sarah's blog she has really good resources, look at @stumpomatic-blog for good pictures of the boys! also @falloutboyfan18 (Alexis has a great archive) and @petewentzisblack1312 (they have rlly good opinions) !!! if you go into @pagesixlovers archive they have pretty solid fob lore and are always talking abt pete) once again for FOB mainly I recommend looking at resources on LiveJournal, for example fbr trash and fueled by gossip !! and primers for general info :)

For MCR there's a bunch of resources, @callmeblake has a great archive of frank centered things, @unholyverse usually knows what they're talking about with mcr lore(and I'm not just saying that bc we are friends), here's a great MCR primer, and another one also I recommend looking at @girlgerard and @gerardpilled @yourdyingwish and @awsugar. if you want to get a feel for the community go here http://www.imnotokay.net/board/

Okay so yes, for tai go here https://riorhapsody.livejournal.com/354150.html it's very detailed and if you need to fill anything in you can always ask me! @washingtonsqpark is a good resource for tai also @williamismyhomeboy has an amazing top tier archive, here's their old fansite, here's a lovely thread made by one of my twitter mutuals(hi aneissa if you see this!) I also have an archive myself just shoot me an email :) (also I think I have william's old LiveJournal in PDF form if you need it, I'm sure I have it somewhere I used to save all his shit)

For anyone else apart of FBR/BANDOM in gen a primer on them should be here (yes there's cobra too I just don't feel like dealing with gabe saporta rn but I know like everything about the man)

also, here is a great flow chart made by one of my besties connecting everyone to fall out boy :) (@peteisacreep is the bestie in question)

also if you want something to old bandom "drama and/or forums there are @bandwhoresanon and @waterparksdrama (its like new wave bandom) but fbr gossip is STILL active on LiveJournal :)

if you need anything else just let me know<3

#okay to rb #thank you for asking me this!!#remember to email me !!! i have too much stuff #also there are academic papers about bandom I don't have them ON HAND but I could get u them through my university if asked #asks #ask #anonymous #bandom #masterlist

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rubbish78 · 1 year

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okay my dudes, I’m just talking shit and speculating so don't take this super seriously

Tbh I think the only way Brendon Urie could ever redeem himself and get popular again (without apologizing) is doing a reunion style thing like Mcr with Spencer Smith, Jon Walker and Ryan Ross.

I guarantee you, majority of the ppl would forget about his shitty behavior and go absolutely feral. I can already see ppl losing their goddamn minds if a selfie of Ryan and Brendon randomly popped up on their feed.

Those ryden girlies would be crawling out of the woodwork.

I’m NOT saying it’s right, he should take responsibility and apologize for his ONgoing shitty behavior but nostalgia is a hell of a thing (tbh I’d probably be one of them, foaming at the mouth)

Everyone BUT Brendon seems open to doing a reunion type thing. Idk I think Brendon is still too butthurt or idk has this thing up his ass about making his own music or proving he is better than panic. Or simply his ego wouldn’t allow it.

Fine whatever... suffer you idiot because literally anything you make in the future ppl will ignore it and bring up your past. You will never have your former popularity again

Anyways,

for me personally, Brendon can only be fully forgiven is if he gives a real fucking apologize and if Dallon Weekes is allowed to punch him and shoot Zack Hall point blank

#i love when someone pointed out 'it would never happen because mcr are actually friends with each other'#damn burn #but yeah

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benjicostello · 11 months

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Hi, I’m Benji. I play bass and sing in a band called Nightdowner. Reddit decided to shit the bed so i followed the r/196 subreddit (the best one) here. On this here blog you’ll find my music, punk album reviews, studio pictures, blink-182, coffee, my cats Ryden and Nix (pictured), and shitposting. Really gotta get used to this site again.

#introductory post #punk rock #cats #coffee #pop punk #reddit blackout #r/196 #music review

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wilburhaven · 2 years

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The “I Have Friends In Holy Northern Downpour” Theory

Okay here is my shitty theory don't listen to this shit if you're busy because this will be hella long. So ,The Pretty Odd Album the very last album that was written by Ryan when he was in Panic! I believe the two songs "I Have Friends In Holy Spaces" and "Northern Downpour" are so much more connected than we think. One,The sun and moon analogy: Brendon wrote a line in "I Have friends in Holy Spaces" that was "I'm not complaining that's I'm just saying I like it alot I just wish the sun would come out and sing with me." The sun being Ryan,this is the only track that you can't hear Ryan's voice on. (Well it's the only track I can't hear Ryan's voice on.) In "Northern Downpour", Ryan wrote the line in it that says "Hey moon please forget to fall down hey moon Don't you go down." Brendon is definitely the moon. It's Ryan wishing Brendon to forget to fall down (I believe it's him wishing Brendon luck as he's going to be without him after this album).

Two:The line in "I Have friends in Holy Spaces" the line being "You remind me of a few of my famous friends. Well that all depends what you qualify as friends." (I'd like to point out that Ryan wrote "Northern Downpour" and Brendon wrote "I have friends in holy Spaces.") Brendon saying this kinda sounds like "Well you remind me of a friend,but at this point I don't see what you even qualify as friends?" Since after the Pretty Odd album Ryan and Brendon were no longer friends with each other. Also the line after the chorus "Take a chance and take your shoes off dance in the rain and we're splashing around then the news spread all over town." Now this is could be a reference to when Panic! First blew up and then again it could also be a reference to Ryden comments. Really I'm not very sure with this line ,but I believe it's important. Just the way the line was delivered makes it seems so happy with a lot of underlining messages

Also I believe the “Take a chance take your shoes off" line was Brendon telling Ryan to loosen up a bit ,because most of the time when people dance in the rain it's symbol of slightly loosening it up because you're not scared of getting wet by the rain saying "Ryan take the chance and leave the band it won't make me happy but take the chance." But that's just a theory because haha again this is me overanalyzing a friendship that happened in 2005-2009. Three: "I Have friends in holy Spaces" ends with "Northern Downpour": At the end of "I Have Friends in Holy Spaces "Northern Downpour is included. Makes it seem like it's more of a conversation than just a song ,yes I know it was probably made because of dramatic affect but let this trans boy do his shit. I feel like I have friends in holy Spaces was definitely just Brendon because Ryan didn't feel like he should have been on the track(And because I just think Brendon was just on this one sided thing with that's

-Why he asked Ryan(The sun)to come and sing with him.) Four: "Northern Downpour sends it's love." - it's Ryan telling Brendon that he still supports Brendon and whatever he does with Panic! Saying He was sending his love. Five: Conclusion to this bullshit. None of this shit is even true man,the songs are both about loveless romance I was just fucking around with it Because I was bored and thought it would be fun to overanalyzing a friendship that happened back in 2005-2009 I have no idea why you read this fully.

DISCLAMER NONE OF THIS IS ACTUALLY TRUE I WAS JUST WRITING BECAUSE I WAS BORED

#panic at the disco #brendon patd #brendon urie #panic! at the brendon #panic! at the tumblr #panic! fandom #p!atd #ryden

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greengay · 4 years

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Thank you for being one of the only blogs to talk about rpf 🧡 I like it a lot, but I feel like it’s become taboo to mention it? I don’t post about it because I’m worried people will think I’m weird

LOL JUST DOIN’ MY PART....

TBH!!! sooooo many people feel like you do LOL like, a lot of people enjoy it and know it’s harmless and SO MANY PEOPLE follow my nsfw gd blog (sorry for not answering the asks yet......executive dysfunction....)

1) i don’t care about followers or whatever, i am just here to scream into the void and if people tune in, cool

2) YA it’s become taboo moreso recently because I think fan culture has gotten.....younger? because of people being able to access the internet easier? like back in the day, you used to have to either have a computer or log onto the family computer IF you were allowed, so fandoms skewed older? like at least 15+....now 9 years old all have iphones and can access fan communities etc. which is....terrifying tbh.

BUT! with that, i think especially with l*rry and r*den and ph*n (disregarding if the relationships were real or not) younger people don’t understand boundaries as well and can’t really comprehend the fact that the people they’re reading fic about AREN’T the same people that they’re tweeting/commenting on ig posts of.......i mean they are, but i think it’s pretty much understood that in fic.....none of these things have actually happened. it’s just taking a daydream about a hot celeb and writing it out, or it’s using gerard way’s face + likeness + personality traits gleaned from on stage/interviews and creating a character based on that.

3) ALSO. celebs/musicians/etc. have gotten 1000x more accessible? AGAIN, with ryden.....back in the day it would stay on livejournal or tumblr and ryan and brendon (i know he’s cancelled or w/e but i think ryden is the best example) wouldn’t be exposed to it unless they actively sought it out (except for the crazy fans that would wait for them in airports LOL but that was v few and far between). but then. instagram and twitter became WAY more popular and suddenly fans could access the love of their life any time they wanted!!!! and why not use that access to confirm/get more “lore” about their favorite ship? /s which kinda related to point #2 bc it was mostly young people doing this.

now if you see frank iero MENTION gerard way the twitter replies will be FILLED with “frerard” 😬 and 1) if you do believe they had something (i believe they DID....not currently tho) it obviously wasn’t public, so why not respect their privacy lol. not to mention that it’s in the PAST and we don’t know if it was a painful split (frank was HEARTBROKEN after mcr broke up and would shit talk gerard in interviews lol so) its best to assume it was and NOT bring it up to hurt him more and 2) it affects their real life relationship at this point!

there’s a difference between knowing something is out there and being tagged in it/having it shoved in your face. for the most part, bands have never cared abt ships and actually would tease them a little cos they knew it would “sell” the band better and excite fans and show that they aren’t like......abt to go into a gay panic bc someone thought they were fucking their friend.

THIS IS ANOTHER ESSAY/RANT ENTIRELY, but i think band rpf is a safe and healthy way to explore sexuality + emotions if you are too scared/traumatized/whatever to go out and try everything you ever imagined. especially if you are afab and you want to have sex with men. it’s scary out there!

like. real men might be assholes and take advantage of me and could hurt me. but projecting onto billie and mike is completely safe, especially because i’m so far removed from it. there’s also like....this is fake deep, but whatever....the aspect of exploring Queerness in a safe way? like in fics that aren’t just smut. LIKE 12-17 year old me reading NOTHING but m/m fic with some f/f thrown in there and still thinking i was straight LOL. and it just being....completely normalized for me until i was comfortable enough to admit that i was bisexual to myself? IDK IF Y’ALL KNOW THE COMPARTMENTILIZATION PEOPLE THAT GROW UP IN VAGUELY CONSERVATIVE AREAS WITH NO REPRESENTATION GO THROUGH. i would LITERALLY stare at my friends (who were girls) lips and think about kissing them and just be like....HM! THAT WAS WEIRD! LET’S NEVER ADDRESS THAT INTERNALLY.

you can argue that there’s an aspect of fetishization, but i think the concept of celebrity & stan culture is fetishization in and of itself. like.

Fetishization refers to a process of imbuing an object or idea with power. A fetish object is often associated with sexual gratification, desire, and worship. Fetishization marks a cultural, psychological, and social technique of fetishizing things by making them appear larger than life, animate, or sexually desirable (→ Sexualization in the Media). It is argued that this process has profoundly influenced contemporary consumer culture (Fernbach 2002; Jhally 1987; Schroeder 2002). (x)

like if you even vaguely idolize a celeb/put a celeb on a pedestal or reblog a text post about them........that’s fetishization, babey! you don’t ACTUALLY know them!!!! they’re just.....some guy! billie joe is just.....some guy who’s really good at writing songs. he’s actually kinda ugly but we all find him attractive and go �� over his traditionally unattractive features cos he is talented and famous. if he was some dude at your gas station you would NOT be posting abt him on instagram.

but because i love and respect him i think he is beautiful 💖 and the only reason i can “love” someone i don’t know is celeb worship culture.

and the people who compare girls liking m/m fic to LESBIAN PORN. LOL. i think that’s so deeply insidious that, again, it’s another post. ACTUALLY i think i’ve already posted abt it waaaaay back.

omg i’m sorry this turned out so long...

#ray answers asks #adhd brain + avoiding finishing cleaning my room #cleaning is SO SO SO hard for me #so here we are #long post /

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loverofmenartandpasta · 4 years

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What happened between Jessica and Lynz at first place? Why they started to hate each other? I was thinking about that drama and got to conclusion I have never read anything about what was the reason for them to become enemies.

No idea! No one seems to know. My view is that Lynz used Jessicka to get into the art community and make contacts. Lynz then had enough friends (like Karina Miller and Mark Ryden) and dumped her because Jessicka is a lying, needy narcissist, and stereotypical only child spoilt brat. Lynz probably got sick of Jessicka cashing in on the MCR name through merch, "art" and, tours (does anyone HONESTLY believe that Jessicka could tour again with a band that no one has ever heard of). In my mind, she was the one person cast out of the coven, which would be hurtful of course. Jessicka knew where the bodies are buried and spread stuff around to mutuals in LA. It then carried on to twitter...

I also think bullying and manipulation did happen within the coven when they were "friends". We all know that Lynz Way is the author of the NOWAYMIKEYWAY Tumblr blog. Jessicka swears blind that she had no involvement whatsoever - I actually believe that.

The other thing is, and this is going to sound so mean but I don't intend it to be, but I think that Jessicka is like really dumb. When I reread all that weird shit about Chantal convincing Jessicka to speak to Marion Peck I ACTUAL LOLed.

Between that and her clumsy, obvious fake accounts, she seems to lack intelligence. I think that Jessicka being dumb allowed the coven to play her as the fool for entertainment.

Another thing that really sticks in Jessicka's craw is Lynz buying Mark Ryden and Marion Peck's house, it's actually mention in that image above 👆🏽 it's mentioned here too👇🏽

I kinda get Jessicka being angry. She knew Mark first and she was the one who introduced them, and then there's all the other bad blood with Lynz (which kind of confirms Lynz using Jessicka's connections). There's also the fact that Marion dislikes Jessicka, and I'm pretty sure Jessicka had a thing for Mark because she copied his art BADLY and proclaimed herself his muse - fucking weird.

Anyway, I have no idea the actual reason(s) they fell out. Based on the info out there, that's my best guess. I reject any claim from Jessicka that she fell out with them because they had affairs, are pedos or anything like that. That's her attempt to claw it back as we all know that her and Chantal made fake accounts to bully fans. Fucking courtneythug. 😊

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specialinteresthaven · 4 years

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Lindsey Way/Brendon Urie

(Disclaimer: I’m not an expert on whats going on here. I don’t know every detail. Correct me if I get something wrong or if I leave something important out. Thank you!)

Lindsey Way is getting canceled on twitter again. Brendon Urie is as well.

Lindsey:

So obviously, I don’t know everything about the topic. But I’ve seen enough. Do I think Lindsey is perfect? No. Do I believe she did what everyone is saying she did? Um, no.

LynZ is one of my idols. She’s one of the people who inspired me to start learning bass guitar. From all I’ve seen, she’s an amazing person. I don’t think it’s right for people to censor her name as if it’s some kind of slur. She’s a human being. It’s sickening to see the amount of hatred she gets.

She’s not abusing Gerard. She’s not bashing on anyone’s mental health.

She and Gee seem happy together, don’t try to dig into their private life and make some sort of fucked up conspiracy.

And god forbid you’re one of those people who dislikes her because she “rUiNeD fReRaRd!1!1!1!!!!!1″

I’m not saying that Lindsey hasn’t done wrong in the past. She has, and I know she has. I don’t agree with every single thing she does either. But that’s the past, it was like ten years ago. Yes, she’s made mistakes, but she’s clearly grown from them and moved on. You should too.

You can dislike Lindsey Way all you want. I can’t force you to like her. Being stupid and hating on her on twitter is disrespectful. If you don’t like Lindsey, be respectful about it.

Brendon:

So, Brendon has a lot of shit on him right now from sexually harassing Ryan Ross, to using racial slurs, to whatever in the living fuck is going on with Zack Hall.

I’m a Panic! at the Disco fan. When I was informed on all this today it honestly broke my heart a little bit. Brendon was one of my idols, but after all this, I really don’t think I can support him for the time being.

The first thing I want to address is the whole Ryden thing. Apparently, Brendon would kiss Ryan even though Ryan was uncomfortable with it. That’s really messed up. While it was so many years ago, this still seems like something Brendon would do. If it had seemed like he changed, then I think I could let this one go for the most part. But honestly, I don’t think he has.

Next: Girls/Girls/Boys. So, I’ve just been made aware of this, but this song was written because Brendon thought two girls kissing each other was hot. Now, honestly, there’s not that much of a problem with thinking two girls kissing is hot. You cant really control what you think is hot. My problem is that he was clearly sexualizing it (correct me if I’m wrong, but that’s the information I recieved.). Apparently Brendon sexualized/sexualizes women. That’s obviously wrong. This song was written seven years ago, but I don’t know if there are any other examples of Brendon doing this. However, Dallon Weekes also helped write the song (i think), so it might not be completely horrible. If there are any other examples of Brendon sexualizing women or female bisexuality, let me know. This was years ago, but it doesn’t seem like Brendon has changed. It seems like he’d still do this, so I cant really let it go.

Now, this is going to be my shortest point on Brendon, but apparently he’s said the N word in livestreams. Yes, that’s fucked up. I’m not sure how long ago this was, since he’s been streaming for a while, but I don’t think Brendon would do something like this again. I’m not black, so I can’t give much of an opinion on this matter, but personally, I’m letting it go.

The last thing I want to bring up is the thing with Zack Hall (is that even his name?). I hardly know who this guy is, but I’ve heard he’s ableist, sexist, etc. Basically a predator. So, Brendon hasn’t fired this guy despite what he’s done. I personally do not agree with that, and I know most people don’t either. I think if Brendon actually cared about his younger fans, or his disabled fans, etc., he’d do something about Zack. But he hasn’t, and people are mad at him for it.

Seriously, Brendon. Just fire him.

I love Brendon Urie. But hearing about all this just....I’m just confused. It’s hard coming to terms with the fact that your idol is not that great of a person.

I will no longer support Brendon until he betters himself.

Panic! at the Disco will remain one of my favorite bands, because at the end of the day, I cant force myself to stop liking music. But until Brendon fixes the shit he’s done, I cant support him as a person. I cant allow myself to look up to him.

If you got this far, thank you for reading.

-Ella (Miss Fancy Gremlin)

#lindsey way #brendon urie #MSI #mindless self indulgence #P!ATD #panic! at the disco

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ten ships and why!! I was tagged by @alienfuckeronmain AHH THANK U I LOVE TALKING ABT THIS SHIT

Half of my list is childhood best friends to lovers let's GOOOO

1. drarry

*deep shuddering inhale* I have thought abt draco and harry being foils before I even reached double digits. they could have saved each other and had so much potential to even just be FRIENDS!! if j*r wasn't like that, then she could have actually made a meaningful impact on draco early on. abt how you don't have to be your parents! and how to heal!! anyway I love them any way shape or form. I love reading dark gritty fucked up stories about them just as much as I love reading domestic silly fluffy stuff for them. draco would NOT put up with harry's bullshit and harry would NOT go easy on draco either but they're ultimately just two lonely boys who grew up in fucked up households who have much more in common than they realize!!! LIKE!!

2. wangxian

yes they're a new one but God their love extends so deeply. yes they r basically Chinese fantasy Kirk/spock!!

lan zhan is so in love w wei ying and is so devoted and everything he does is action or acts of service which js very much my love language!! but he also feels a deep sense of obligation to the rules and codes he's learned?? and wei ying loves lan zhan but it takes him a long time to accept it bc he DOESNT BELIEVE HE IS DESERVIG OF LOVE despite being so GOOD. AND THEY NEVER TALK TO EACH OTHER OR COMMUNICATE THEY WAY THEY SHOULD!!!! AND HE DIES and LAN ZHAN IS JUST. REPENTENT FOR 16 YEARS AND RAISES HIS SON AND IS SO INCREDIBLY SAD AND MISERABLE BUT THEN WWX comes BACK TO LIFE and they get to try again AND THEY GET TO BE HAPPY???? ANYWAY ACTS OF DEVOTION I!!!!

3. soriku

I've genuinely thought abt them since I was TEN when the first kingdom hearts game came out but it didn't solidify until KH2 came out when sora has to search for riku the entire game and when he finally does RIKU DOESNT EVEN LOOK LIKE HIMSELF BUT SORA STILL RECOGNIZES HIM ANYWAY AND HOLDS HIS HAND AND CRIES. THAT SHIT MADE ME GAY! I had never witnessed such tenderness and they are so inherently queer and subtle that it's one of the first stories I ever saw myself in. on top of that I also read that doujinshi that I consider Canon and it's so!! childhood best friends! with big complicated feelings of jealousy and betrayal and possessiveness when you start to grow apart from the person you care about the most!! and in game they're slowly... circling to become end game? the entire story revolves around them saving each other and RIKU LITERALLY CALLING SORA HIS MOST PRECIOUS PERSON? AHHHHHH

4. sterek

I will never forgive what the show did but the Fandom and the writing from that fandom is incredibly important to me. they're like my comfort pairing and I just love that Derek is sad and grumpy but it's because he's fucked up and needs to go to therapy and stiles is also kind of fucked up but happier and he's smart and beautiful and!!! they were obviously attracted to each other!! almost all of their stories involve CONSENT or Derek hale getting better slowly. they mean a lot to me bc my mom was dying while I clung to this fandom and wrote my grief fic and I always associate them with that time in my life. I could and did read like 30 stories abt Derek doing laundry and buying wooden spoons and trying to move on and be a healthier happier person.

5. taagnus

rarely have rare pairs but this is one of them and!!! look. I didn't ship them until the last two arcs of the show revealed that instead of only knowing each other for a few years and being idiots they in fact knew each other for 100 years+ and DIED A LOT together and saved each other. BUT COULDN'T REMEMBER IT YET THEY STILL KIND OF... FALL IN LOVE AGAIN? they balance each other so much. magnus is magnus - brave and GOOD. taako is so closed off, careful abt trusting people so when he acted on gut instinct to LITERALLY THROW HIS SOUL OUT OF HIS BODY TO SAVE MAGNUS I was hooked. I know that taako ends up w kravitz but bc we didn't get to see Krav much I couldn't grow attached to him? I love the thought of first love and exploring that - how it never goes away, really but you can still love other people!! plus! I love writing them as lesbians! they're butch/femme to me!

6. ruth/debbie

UGH. UGH!!!!! they're so obsessed with each other and it's so filled with repression and anger and betrayal thst has nothing to do with Ruth fucking her husband and everything to do with the trust of their friendship. it's such a complicated weird fucked up intense 'friendship' that I love to see and like!! sometimes my friendships w women FELT like that. the times I have felt the most hurt is when I lose a friend bc a part of me is in love w them in some way!! Ruth and Debbie are just. in love. though. and Ruth is never gonna admit it and she's gonna... be in a comp het relationship even tho she thinks Debbie is smart and sexy and she idolizes her GOD.

7. gene/finny

YES MOST OF MY PAIRINGS ARE SAD WHAT OF IT? I read this book as a sophomore in hs and I simply could not stop thinking abt how gay and in love they were. FIRST OF ALL THE metaphors!!!!!! gene as winter and finny as summer!! and how codependent and weird they were even tho finny KNEW gene broke his leg. he didn't want to believe it bc he WAS IN LOVE WITH HIM. THEY WENT ON A DATE TO THE BEACH? THE PINK SHIRT? finny being the embodiment of childhood innocence and Gene literally breaking that? and killing it? once again I just love reading abt how complex jealousy is and where it comes from and also REPRESSION!!!

8. forrden

yes I'm including my own OC with @dosalesbian

I wrote abt them for FOUR YEARS. they're childhood best friends who fall in love and marry and are in love no matter what universe and are so soft and tender and healing. forrest goes thru a lot of gender exploration and aiden is just the partner I want to be!! he's goofy and LOVES HER SO MUCH AND SUPPORTS HER SO MUCH GOD!!!!

9. kuroken

they r a new one and yes once again childhood best friends but in a FUN NEW WAY that I want to explore. kenma is like disinterested in most things except gaming and whatever kuroo wants to do and has a hard time socializing bc he's SHY and is too observant! and kuroo is big and dumb and passionate but was also a stupid anxious child. I think they're those friends who are dating but don't even know they're dating or their relationship is so indescribable to themselves and others that it's hard to take any step forward or backward bc theyre SO codependent and yes. I want to explore that and read abt them more.

10. don't look at me yes im putting ryden on here

THEY WERE IN LOVE BUT COULDNT ADMIT IT AND THEN BRENDON WROTE 3 BREAKUP ALBUMS ABT RYAN? AND RYAN RELEASED A SONG THE SAME WEEK BRENDON GOT MARRIED? they're never gonna be friends again bc they can't just be friends

okay!! I tag @scottspack @dosalesbian @pattern-pals hehe

#about me

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the ship anon here again: petekey and ryden are my favourites for angst,,, lowkey obsessed w ryden, have a bunch of aus for it and, like the cringy bitch i am, a genderbent ryan character that i have a pinterest board for,,, (sort of tying back into the embarrassing thing lmao)

no it’s okay!! i’ve written a plethora of ryden fics from like middle school and there’s TONS of lore to make that shit angsty. personally i don’t write genderbent nor do i read it, but at the same time i’m sure that the au is great! (don’t worry all my aus have pinterest boards) . also petekey is like...i would love to learn more about it ive always dissmissed it but here i am writing it, i would love to see their chemistry with each other like i did with gabe and william

#asks #ask #anon #dont worry!! im sure its good

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goodwriterwithbadhabits · 5 years

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A Little Fall of Rain

Master List

(Fair warning, shits pretty fuckin sad.)

“Retreat! Retreat!” The call tore through the battlefield, echoing in the ears of friend and foe alike. Chan watched in morbid glee as members of the opposing army began picking up their still alive comrades and scurry away. Shouts rose from his ranks, the clapping of hands on backs, and the elated shouts that marked the end of a long battle. His chest heaved as the grin began to crack across his mud and blood coated face. His own soldiers fell to the ground weeping, man and woman alike clung to each other as emotion tore through them. He raised his sword in triumph, letting out an animalistic shout, which was quickly mimicked, until all those left of the muddy field, those still breathing, were shouting like maniacs. Today, they would celebrate, tomorrow they would mourn their dead.

“Your majesty!” The voice calling him was not happy, and Chan felt his heart sink. “Prince Chan! Come quickly! The General” Chan spun quickly, sword falling to his side. Before him stood a mud-soaked pageboy, tear tracks had etched their way into the muck, leaving pale streaks on his face. “She calls for you, sire.” Chan's heart, which had been beating erratically before, stopped.

He followed the boy all the way into the forgotten village being used as a base camp, where, at the centre of it all, a crowd had formed.

“Move.” He whispered as he arrived at the edge of the group. “Please move.” People parted quickly as he pushed through, whispers echoing through their ranks as they realized who he was, and who was laying on the cobblestones at their centre. He couldn't bring himself to move further as he arrived at the clearing.

Felix was leaning over you, a red soaked hand pressed firmly over your stomach. Your skin had gone pale and the light rain was sticking the flyaway hairs to your forehead. But you were smiling. You were looking up at the young man you had been raising most of his life, the boy you were teaching to lead armies, and you were smiling. It was forced, Chan could see it from his position, but it was still there. You were speaking to him quietly, ignoring the way his shoulders were beginning to shake.

“Y/n” His voice broke through the murmurs, causing a hush to fall over the crowd. Felix looked up quickly but your head turned much slower, a proper smile coming onto your face when you saw who called your name.

“Chris.” You sighed, the hand closest to him raising slightly. He was at your side in a split second, family’s sword discarded next to him. “My love.” Your voice was weak, barely a whisper. Chan could feel the tears rising into his eyes.

“Darling,” He began, “How could I let this happen?” You offered him another smile as he cradled your head gently.

“This was my fate. A rogue arrow, to save my country's future.” You absently moved your hand to his cheek, neither of you caring about the blood you were smearing on his skin. “To save my family's future.” Chan heaved a breath at your words, looking to Felix for confirmation.

“A small group infiltrated the town, Ryden is safe, thanks to our Queen.” Chan wanted to breathe a sigh of relief at his words, his son was safe, but,

“What about her?” Felix couldn't answer, simply shook his head, staring back down at his teacher.

“I'm not afraid, Chris, and I don't feel any pain.” You blinked away the falling drops of rain and both boys shifted to block you from it, to which you let out a pained laugh. “A little fall of rain can hardly hurt me now.”

“Please don't don't leave me.” His voice wavered as your grip on his face did. You offered him another smile.

“Don't worry my love. I will see you again, one day.” You let out one more shaking breath before the hand against his cheek went slack and dropped onto the cobblestones. Felix's sobs rang across the quiet market place, and slowly the cry of one turned into the cries of many.

Chan couldn't bring himself to leave you there in the rain. As the drizzle became a shower, mirroring the cries of the army and townsfolk, he lifted you, cradling you as though you had simply fallen asleep in his arms, and began to walk.

Passed the empty houses, past his horse, and the elegant carriage his father had sent for him and towards the castle in the distance.

You were his queen, and you would forever remain so.

#bang chan imagines #bang chan imagine #bang chan #stray kids chan #stray kids #stray kids imagines #stray kids imagine #stray kids felix

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After Bella leaves Isaiah and Seneca she goes up to her office to speak with Kemper.

Feat: @thebellamybarnes, @k-harding

Half way up the stairs Bellamy took off her heels, not because she was feeling any pain from them but because after interacting with Seneca she felt the need to relax and human responses to such emotions still occasionally fired in her head, body reacting without thought for their ineffectiveness. They swung from her fingers as she opened the door to her monochromatic black office and she threw them to the side before eyes looked up for Kemper, "can we hide here?" she asked him, feeling kind of badly for it since he had got dressed up.

She caught him, pacing the office like a caged thing. Bellamy had given him an out, and it had been a good thing, he knew that. The air had been thick with tension and Kemper had felt ready to pounce on the smallest perceived slight. So Bellamy had told him to go, and he’d gone. She was right, this night wasn’t about him, wasn’t even just about Bellamy, there were other people to think about and losing his shit this close to a full moon wasn’t going to be good for anyone. “Yes,” He answered immediately, looking sheepish. He went from a caged thing to a downtrodden puppy, feeling guilty for making her hide away with him when the intent had been to be seen at her side.

Bella didn't even perceive that he wouldn't want to go back until she approached, bare feet having shrunk her down four inches, and noticed his expression. The way he'd been pacing combined with the sheepish look he gave it was easy to see that he was upset, either by the need to leave or by Isaiah's confusing implication against Isaiah, Bellamy wasn't sure, either way she did not want to go back herself. "I don't think I can go back down there," she offered up, "I just want to stay with you." Her arms wrapped around his middle and her head headed against his chest now that she'd lost any height she had, breathing him in softly. "I'm sorry I didn't say anything," she whispered gently. "Are you okay?" The question not specifically about him seeing Isaiah, but more overall.

“Then we’ll stay up here.” Kemper said, one arm curling low, the other reaching up to cradle her head against his chest. He’d abandoned his jacket and tie as soon as he’d come up the stairs, they were tossed carelessly over Bellamy’s desk chair, left in just his white shirt. “It’s okay. That seemed... complicated.” He shrugged a little at her question. He wasn’t good, wasn’t bad, but for the moment it was enough to just be there with her. “I’m fine. And we don’t have to talk about it, if you don’t want to. Just don’t tell me if I ever run into him again outside I can’t start a fight.” He hid a grin against the top of her head, leaning down to press a kiss there.

Complicated seemed...not even accurate, it honestly didn't feel complicated, at least not with Isaiah, after his tone to Kemper it had cooled down, but Seneca... Bella had no idea, she didn't think she was ever going to go over well with the girl. "No, after you left Isaiah asked who you were and that girl just cowered for some unknown reason," she said, not opposed to talking about it, especially as the conversation had been so short. Bella could feel his kiss but not the smile that came with his expression, her own was unable to be denied though as the vampire turned her big golden eyes up to him, lifting her head slightly off his button up shirt. "I should advise against it, but I've told everyone else that knows to be nice, because I know I should...but I sort of don't want anyone to be," she shook her head softly. "I like that you're mine," even if he wasn't, and she knew that technically. Situationally though, that night, it seemed he was, and the words alone were enough for him to get a peak at her green eyed monster as she followed the statement with, "Why would you want to fight him?"

“What did you tell him?” Kemper asked with honest curiosity. He knew he wasn’t Bella’s boyfriend, or significant anything, but he wondered if she’d confirmed what should have been obvious to the other werewolf, or really, anyone with eyes. “That’s not a no, then.” Kemper said, meeting her gaze. “I hope that means you think I’ve got a shot.” Maybe there were times when reckless youth and stupidity would finally serve him well. When Bellamy said the words Kemper found that, for the first time when he was someone’s he liked it. Bellamy was what made the difference, what made the words not sound like a prison sentence. He wondered if she really thought he needed a reason. She’d seen from that first night that most times just because he wanted to was reason enough. “If he said something unkind about you...”

“I told him that you weren’t my boyfriend, but that I like you, and when we’re together that means we’re together,” Bellamy offered, deciding she didn’t need to get into the fact that she’d told Isaiah the reasoning because Kemper knew her logic behind her lack of pressure for titles and monogamy. “He was born a werewolf but I’ve seen you fight, and felt how...passionate you can be, I definitely think you have a shot,” she smiled, the hands that hand been comfortingly around his middle crawled up his back and drew him in more firmly. “Right,” she nodded when he said the reason, rolling off gently and offering him a quick smile. It was not what she’d been searching for but the answer was definitely enough to make her realize she probably shouldn’t have been egging him on so close to the full moon anyway. That and Ryden was always scolding Bella for wishing boys would say things and holding it against them when they didn’t, she didn’t want to hold anything against Kemper, he didn’t owe her anything. “Well I guess time will tell. For now, we have my office, and my bed,” she said, not suggesting his place since he’d mentioned in passing he was intending to move.

It seemed a good enough answer to Kemper. In fact, there was something about it that reassured him. When they were together, they were together. He could bite and snarl and the fight the world when they were together, but he didn't have to worry that his hard won freedom was already escaping him so quickly. It wasn't much of a compliment, but Kemper believed her when Bellamy said he'd at least stand a chance, and the grin he gave her was sharp, and hungry for a chance to prove her right. He knew immediately it wasn't the answer she'd wanted, but he couldn't for the life of him figure out why. It bothered him, because to him it had seemed like a good answer. Wouldn't she like that? Him defending her? He should have known better, this close to the moon. Already annoyed that his latest answer hadn't been enough, even her next words threatened his calm. Her office, her bed. It stood as a reminder to Kemper that in this place Bellamy was out of his league. She was stupidly wealthy, and Kemper had left behind his family's money, scrounging for tips in a bar while he did his best to keep his savings from withering. "Right." He said, and used that as an excuse to cast his gaze around the room, really for the first time. "Nice office," He said, but it held none of the same sort of praise as when he'd complimented her home. The show of wealth didn't impress him this time.

He mimicked her answer, though the tone felt different, while hers was distant his own seemed cold, and she wondered if maybe he'd noticed her reaction was not as gleeful as the question itself had been, sucking her bottom lip in once more as he looked around. "We can go to your place...," she rolled off, presuming the issue had to do with her not suggesting it. Things had been so lovely until they'd gone over to Isaiah but Bellamy knew even if she wanted to blame him, she knew it was, in all likelihood, her own fault. Drawing her hands back down his back slowly she looked up to him, pushing up onto her toes. "Or we can go to a quieter bar...," Bella continued. "I liked when we were kissing and discussing you impressing the sales girl, who, regardless of how helpful she was, definitely was trying to sleep with you," Bellamy smiled as she moved in to kiss him, unsure if he would. "And I'm entirely envious of, knowing she saw you in this before me." Each word was spoken softly but clearly with a draw, hoping to pull his focus from whatever she'd done to upset him to whatever she could do to fix it. June 16, 2020

Kemper shrugged off the offer with a quiet, "Yours is nicer." He could tell she was trying to be nicer now, to entice him to get close again. It worked too easily, but Kemper also knew that he wanted the distraction. He liked it when things were easy between them, and so when she moved up onto her toes he curled his arms tight around her, and give her another spin like he had downstairs. "I liked that part, too." He said, once he'd set her down again. "And why do you think I mentioned you so much, hmm? I was making sure she knew that was off the table." He met her kiss, but slowly, delicately. "You really like it? I was worried it would be... too much."

Kemper picked her up again and a wave of relief washed over her that she hadn't entirely ruined their night, her grasp on him tightening as he spun her once more as barefeet lifted from the floor behind her thighs until he set her down. Corners of her mouth tugged up into a soft smile within the delicate kiss, the hunger from downstairs not quite there but it didn't feel hesitant either, as her nose gently rested against his and her lips brushed his it actually felt rather nice. She'd been ready to insist that he wasn't off the table but decided to leave that for him to decide. "I really do," Bella insisted, drawing herself back and indicating down to herself. "I can promise that you will never look too much next to me. If I could sweat I would squeak when I walked in this thing," she joked with a giggle. "We will have to take it out again just the two of us."

Bellamy kissed him back, and for a second it relieved all of the pressure that Kemper felt. He reminded himself of her words, and took solace in them. When they were together, they were together. She'd said the words, so she had to mean them. "You look great in it," He said, and brushed a kiss against her forehead. "You always look great." He was reluctant to let her go, even though he got to admire the view, and so he stepped forward, closing the distance between them again. He cupped her face for a moment, let his hands slide down over her shoulders, her arms, and then catching her hands in his, drawing them around his own body. "Yeah? What are you thinking? Dinner? Dancing?"

Immediately Kemper was against her again, pulling her arms around him after looking at her face for a moment, Bella looking up at him with her liquid gold eyes. She appreciated the compliment but she appreciated his need to pull her close even more. "Dancing? Do you know how?" she asked, the tone not incredulous but excited since she'd only ever danced at city events. Was dancing still something people could go out and do? "You don't mean like...club dancing, right? You mean like...on a floor with someone playing the chello or some gigantic bass based instrument, yeah?" she pressed, tone clearly growing overly thrilled.

He couldn't help but laugh at her reaction, the noise warm, bubbling up out of him easily. "I'm not as good as whatever you're thinking," Kemper said immediately, though he felt the damage had already been done. "I know some of the basics." He'd been dragged to too many functions, and his mother had forced him to at least a dozen lessons, as though shame would have been brought to the family if he hadn't done well. "I was... sort of hoping you'd be more interested in a club," That he had less experience in, but the idea of Bellamy in something skin tight, pressed against him while the bass thudded so loud he couldn't hear anything else was certainly more appealing than something that he feared would mirror the events he'd gone to before but... "But, if that's what you want, we can do it."

Bellamy chuckled, "I know what I learnt at church, which means we're already way too close," she described of her own talents, a small peak at who she'd been as a human. "And then at town events I just did that, but was as close as whoever asked me to." The fact was Bellamy was not as graceful as a human as she was as a vampire, dancing was not something she was very skilled at, maybe it was her own personal perception but she felt she looked entirely awkward doing any of it. So when he said club she kind of laughed. "If we're both bad at actual dancing I suspect you're probably right in that it should be a club," she agreed of his suggestion, if he wasn't capable of leading her then they'd both end up feeling a little silly. "The flashing lights will disguise any lack of talent, on my part anyway."

"Right," Kemper said with a grin, "No room for Jesus here." He curled an arm around her shoulders and pulled her in closer. Kemper found it hard to believe that Bellamy was bad at anything, but her comment brought a soft smile to his lips. "I'm not bad, I'm just... Not an expert. I thought you might be." He gave a little sway, then, drawing her body along with his. "Can we do both?" Maybe that was too much, lining up too many dates in a row. Maybe she'd say yes.

"I'm not sure I ever left much room for Jesus," Bellamy chuckled, even though before her father's affairs she had been rather devout, if only because she knew no other way to be. "Oh, no. Human me was basically covered in bruises I was so clumsy, and vampire me was not better, for like two years whenever I ran too fast my eyes would like freak out and I'd fall over. It was genuinely infuriating," Bellamy laughed at herself now. She did better, her eyes could track faster, but... "When I finally decided I needed to like expand what I was good at I picked a few things, singing because I'd always sounded like a cat screaming, painting because it seemed like a talent that allowed me to share gifts with people, and well...not fucking up running. Dancing just never slipped in there." By the time she looked up at him from her rambling he was swaying her, drawing her into the smallest of rhythms without her noticing. "We can do both, and then depending on how bad we are maybe take a class," Bellamy smiled, leaning up and pressing a soft kiss to his lips, fast as she had rather found she enjoyed the soft swaying. "I'm really glad you came. I wouldn't have been mad or sad if you didn't, but...I definitely like that you're here."

"A clumsy vampire?" He said, amused. "I didn't know there was such a thing." Of course it made sense, for when she'd been new. He'd never imagined that there could be such a thing as a skittish werewolf, and here he was, hiding in an upstairs office because he couldn't control himself in the face of Bellamy's ex. Still, he was getting to hear more about her, and somehow knowing that she'd picked up these skills, worked on them to improve herself warmed him to her immensely. It also, in a way, gave him hope, made him feel like he wouldn't always be so hopeless. "Alright, it's a plan," He said, and met her kiss happily. They were pressed too close to do more than just sway on the spot, but Kemper was fine with that. He was unwilling to let Bellamy move further from him. "Really? Even now that you're hiding up here with me and missing your party? You're still glad I came?"

"I was temporarily clumsy," Bella objected, a playful scowl on her face before it shifted into a smile. "Vampire Diaries makes it look easy, like 'oh I just know how to run fast,' if you're running fast and you don't move your eyes as fast you're like bound to trip." The moments of Isaiah, and Seneca's awkwardness, seemed kind of lost to her then, like they were really far away, because coming up here would have been where she'd want to have come after a drink or two anyway. "I knew like two people I liked down there," that she had seen which was, of course, Jamie and Colette. "And they were on a date, so I am very happy to be up here with you. If we were skipping like my birthday to be up here I'd maybe pout," she said, offering him what it might look like, "but it's a work party to launch a drink I think Colette and I already celebrated making when she slept over. So I'm not hiding up here with you, we're hiding up here together."

#kharding

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bo0zey · 4 years

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Pick your favorite questions from the list.

i will do them all for u 0.o

1. Name cianna [see-ah-nah]

2. Nationality mexican irish german romanian hungarian french

3. Age 20

4. Birthday december 17, 1999

5. Zodiac sign (or your primal zodiac sign) sun: sagittarius; ascendant: leo; moon: aries

6. Gender female

7. Sexuality uhhhhhhhhhhhh idk but i will willingly kiss either gender

8. Your looks (add a picture or describe yourself) /tagged/my-face or u could just google pictures of fat rats

9. What do you/did you study? I’m currently a sophomore nursing major!

10. What's your current job like?/What job would you like to have? I’m currently a microbiology TA and I love it :) My dream job would be something with animals, like a vet tech or veterinarian

11. Your birth order i’m the oldest!

12. How many siblings do you have? 2 younger brothers

13. Do you have good relations with your family? my mom was my best friend, my dad and i get along better now that i’m in college, my brothers and i get along pretty well & we’re staring to get closer now that they’re getting older n growing up n developing their own personalities lol

14. How many friends do you have? errrr idk this is a hard question. i have a lot of acquaintances but i’d say i have maybe like less than 10 real friends??

15. Your relationship status single :D

16. What do you look for in a SO? funny!!!!!!!!!must be humorous!!!!and sarcastic and a little weird w darker sense of humor so we can laugh n be dumb together!!!!!!! also i would like them to be kind to me and those around them bc mean ppl suck. also they have to like animals. also i would like them to be loyal and trustworthy and 110% in love w me. and for physical stuff idk kinda attractive but NOT CONVENTIONALLY ATTRACTIVE like i personally don't really like the typically ‘attractive’ person???

17. Do you have a crush? currently in love w the cute chinese boy who lives across from my dorm room even tho i have never even spoken to him n he is totally unaware of my existence!!!!!!!! hahah oops :D

18. When did you have your first kiss? i mean technically 3rd grade i think but that doesn't really count so like maybe 16????

19. Do you prefer serious and meaningful relationships or casual dating/one night stands? i mean in the long term i would definitely like to have a serious relationship but at the moment i’m only into casual stuff bc my heart isn't ready to be broken again sknfkjdbnkjd

20. What are your deal breakers? errrr i’m not sure....cheating is a no no, ppl that are interested in fucking every single person they see is a turn off, DUMB PEOPLE like ppl you can't even have a proper conversation with bc they're so DUMB, and ppl who r mean/judgmental/arrogant

21. How was your day? ok! accidentally slept thru my math class but caught a glimpse of my crush across campus when he was abt to smoke a cig and i got chipotle n i online shopped a ton from shein

22. Favourite food & drink deep dish spinach pizza from giordano’s & orange vitamin water

23. What position do you sleep in? i fall asleep on my left side hugging a body pillow

24. What was your last dream about? ate a braid of hair and inside the braid was bacon

25. Your fears not going to make it thru nursing school, not being financially stable as an adult, not having a family of my own, probably more but those r currently top 3

26. Your dreams i don't have any idk....maybe having like a house of my own and having as many animals as i want?? and i would like a loving partner with a daughter of our own

27. Your goals survive nursing school and lose 40 pounds and don't die before my cat

28. Any pets? i have a dog named cherry Cola, a cat named Leto, and a betta fish named Perc

29. What are your hobbies? writing stories about people in love, listening to music

30. Any cool places in your area? in my college town??? NO it sucks. in my hometown??? Not really it’s a small lil village with only restaurants and parks. but at home i’m near downtown chicago so that’s cool i guess

31. What was your last awkward situation? the first thing that comes to mind is my FIRST and so far ONLY encounter with my crush. we live in the same dorm building and i was wearing my nursing scrubs and had no make up on and about to go upstairs to my dorm, and then i heard footsteps and i was like ‘hahaha what if its my crush’ AND THEN HE FUCKIGJNG appeared from down the hallway to go back to HIS DORM [which is RIGHT ACROSS FROM MINE] and i literally STARED at him, then threw open the door and RAN UP THE STAIRS LIKE I LITERALLY DIDNT EVEN HOLD THE DOOR OPEN FOR ME AND HE WAS LIKE SO CLOSE BEHIND ME I WAS JUST SO NERVOUS MY FLIGHT OR FIGHT RESPONSE TOOK OVER AND I FUCKING FLED I LITERALLY RAN AWAY FROM HIM I AHTE MYSELF SO MUCH IM SUCH AN IDIOT!!!!!!!!!

32. What is your last regret? errrrr idk i regret a lot of dumb things.......

33. Language/s you can speak English n a LITTLE bit of Spanish

34. Do you believe in astrological stuff? (Zodiac, tarot, etc.) i’m really into zodiac stuff and i have got to say they are pretty spot on in accuracy idk

35. Have any quirks? ummmm ofc!!i am the quirkiest person i know hajnjfxbkjx like if u asked my roommates/friends they’d probably be better at answering this than me bc i don't see anything abt me as quirky but they always tell me i am quirky and do weird things but idk man I'm just existing

36. Your pet peeves err idk currently its ppl that constantly brag about dumb shit

37. Ideal vacation somewhere warm with me + the ocean + the loml + unlimited alcohol

38. Any scars? yeah :D both emotional AND physical!!!!

39. What does your last text message say? ‘ok thats a more than fair statement’

40. Last 5 things from your search history how many carbs should i eat, chipotle bowl calories, is the grim reaper the angel of death, ceftriaxone adverse effects, red man syndrome

41. What's your [device] background? lockscreen is a peach-theme background i made and home screen is my weight loss goals

42. What do you daydream about? the characters in my stories.................and being skinny

43. Describe your dream home pretty brick house??? flowers outside??? 3 floors--main floor, basement and upstairs??? 3 bedrooms n 3 bathrooms maybe??? master bedroom has its own bathroom!!! and open concept main floor. big kitchen and very homey n warm all around. as for like an apartment i want something cozy and aesthetically pleasing and warm

44. What's your religion/Your thought about religion i don't have a religion but if ppl do have a religion then thats not my business

45. Your personality type entj but only bc i got 3% extraverted; i am very closely related to intj tho n i think i fit that one better

46. The most dangerous thing you've done uhhhhhh probably operating a vehicle while high out of my mind. definitely the dumbest thing i ever did 0/10 would recommend anyone ever doing that

47. Are you happy with your current life? its ok but it could probably be better. i want to be done w college and skip to the part where i have a successful career and my own home and i can lay up w the loml every night

48. Some things you've tried in your life alcohol???weed??gummy edibles....

49. What does your wardrobe consist of? sweaters/sweatshirts/leggings

50. Favourite colour to wear? black, maroon, peach, purple, gray, idk

51. How would you describe your style? oh jeez idk i wear whatever i want so like e-girl when i really try and basic white girl when i don't care

52. Are you happy with your current looks? no i hate everything about myself lol

53. If you could change/add something to your appearance - impossible or not - what would it be? more freckles on my face....also be thinner n have longer hair

54. Any tattoos or piercings? my nose and septum are pierced!

55. Do you get complimented often? kinda by my friends but i always yell at them to stop so they don't compliment like as much bc they know i hate it but they still do it sometimes idk

56. Favourite aesthetic? i wanna be an e-girl yo!!!!!!!!!

57. A popular trend that you dislike nobody has a crush on me and i hate it

58. Songs you're currently obsessed with? pied piper by BTS

59. Song you normally wouldn't admit you like. anything by BTS lol i used to like be embarrassed for how much i like k pop but now i don't really care lol #stanBTS2020

60. Favourite genre? rap/r n b/alternative

61. Favourite artist/band/genre? i listen to every genre except country sooooooo yeah i really like billie eilish, BTS, the weeknd, juicewrld, lil nas x, trippie red, post malone,

62. Hated popular songs/artists? i don't rlly like selena gomez or justin bieber or taylor swift

63. Put your music on shuffle and list first 5 only - RY X i.f.l.y. - Bazzi novacane - frank ocean jungle - drake bang! - trippie redd

64. Can you sing or play any instruments? no and no

65. Do you like karaoke? no but i like to sing along to songs when I'm alone

66. Own any albums? haha noooo i got apple music son

67. Do you listen to radio? What stations? errr RARELY i used to listen to r n b stations tho

68. Favourite movie/series? idk donnie darko?? i also just finished tharntype n that was really good. also i liked tokyo ghoul. AND GIVEN IS REALLY GOOD

69. Favourite genre of movies/books/etc i like horror/scary/paranormal/funny movies and i like love stories in books

70. Your fictional crush/es danny phantom, ken kaneki

71. Which fictional character is you? uhhhh idk...

72. Are you a shipper? List your otps, if so frerard, ryden, taekook, mewgulf

73. Favourite greek god? idk they all kinda suck but maybe hades

74. A legend from where you live that you like i don't really know any:(

75. Do you like art? What's your favourite work or artist? i like to look at art! i think van gogh is cool

76. Can you share your other social media? ig: ciannnna venmo: ciannnna

77. Favourite youtubers? i don't really watch youtubers but maybe shane dawson and emma chamberlain

78. Favourite platform? twitter

79. How much time do you spend on the internet? too much time

80. What video games have you played? Which one's your favourite? i once played GTA5 that was fun!

81. Your favourite books (manga also counts) idk i don't really read anymore:/ i was into the hunger games and the twilight series when i was young. now i kinda read online manga and i really liked BJ Alex and killing stalking. and like for online books the unholyverse series, a splitting of the mind, the anatomy of a fall

82. Do you play board/card games? no but i like to play checkers and uno and cards against humanity

83. Have you ever been to a night marathon in cinema? nopee

84. Favourite holiday halloween is cool also christmas is alright bc gifts

85. Are you into dramas? i’ve been getting into thai boys love dramas lol sue me

86. Would you use death note, if you had one? um YES.

87. What changes would you make in the world, no matter how impossible, if you had the power to? everyone needs to be a little kinder and have a crush on me

88. Could you survive a zombie apocalypse? absolutely not I'm not physically fit and don't have useful skills

89. If you had to be turned into a paranormal being, what would it be? vampire duh [or maybe ghost]

90. What would you want to happen to you after your death? i want to see my mom

91. If you had to change your name, what would be your pick? idk something cool ... i love the name Daisy

92. Who would you switch your life with for a week? idk probably kylie jenner

93. Pick an emoji to be your tattoo idk the alien? 94. Write 3 things about yourself - only one of them must be true -im very productive with my time management skills -my favorite color is purple -i don't get nervous when I'm alone in public

95. Cold or hot? cold

96. Be a hero or be a villain? anti-hero

97. Sing everything you want to say or rhyme? sing if i’m good at it but if I'm not good then rhyme

98. Shapeshifting or controlling time? shapeshifting

99. Be immortal or be immune to everything aside from natural death?immortal

100. ..... or .....? ......?

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just-folie-a-deux-it · 4 years

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Hi Casey!! It’s 20thcenturyanime/the user who won that raffle and asked for voice coach Ryden (which was absolutely fabulous again, thank you very much for that). It’s hard to believe that was two years ago. How have you been? I’ve been meaning to ask, but school and depression got in the way (I started college in fall).

Hi, honey!! I’m so glad that you liked your prize :) I also cannot believe that was two years ago, holy shit time flies. I’ve been good, I have a new job and I’m making bank (lmao not really, I’m on that teacher’s salary) which is really nice to have some steady money coming in! I just got a new car this week, I’ve made new friends at work, and I’m talking to one of my old friends about moving in together this Summer! Also, it’s Spring Break for my district, so I’m hoping to get some real writing in this week!!!! I’ve missed it. That’s wonderful that you started college, how exciting! I’m sorry things got rough, the same thing happened to me when I started school too, but I believe in you all the way, and if you ever need to talk, I’m just a message away!!! Thank you so much for asking, that is so incredibly sweet of you!

Also I love your icon and I am living for New Horizons to come out!!!!

#cym-metry

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@rydenbolt, @scarlettxruby & Maya reconvene at Maya’s apartment. Secrets are revealed and promises made.

(also forgot to link the song the title’s based on in the first one so here!)

Part III

Maya was halfway to drunk already. Despite her increased drinking, how little she'd been sleeping and eating meant it didn't take too much. Especially when she was taking pulls straight from the bottle. She'd sunk to her kitchen floor, hair half in her face. Hermes had curled up next to her. She didn't notice the hot fat tears rolling down her cheeks or the continued throbbing of her hand. She couldn't focus on much of anything.

Moving up the familiar path to Maya's apartment, Ryden parted ways with Ruby who made a straight line for the bathroom to wash up. He meandered to the kitchen, where the smell of alcohol and panic was strong. He found Maya on the kitchen floor and plopped down tiredly next to her, arms hanging limply over his knees. He heaved a deep, tired sigh, head thrown back against the counter, at a loss for words for the moment.

Maya barely looked up when Ryden and Ruby returned, only enough to make sure they weren't seriously injured. After confirming exactly that, she returned her gaze to her hardwood floor as if it held some sort of answer. It didn't. She didn't react when Ryden sat next to her. Hermes, on the other hand, sniffed at him to make sure he wasn't injured. After a long moment, she spoke in a soft voice, "I'm sorry."

Ignoring the dog because cuteness wasn't a priority now, Ryden sighed again at Maya's apology. "For what? For bein' a dumbass? Yeah, apology not accepted."

Again, Maya was quiet for a long moment. She didn't have much to say for herself. Instead, she asked, "Why are you here then?"

"Cause I wanna be, duuh. Why else?" Ryden finally looked at her, noticing the bottle of whiskey in her hand, already half done. He stole it from her loose grip, taking a long swig off it himself, grimacing at the burning sensation gliding down his throat.

Satisfied that the big one wasn't injured, Hermes trotted off in search of Ruby. Maya couldn't argue with that."Your life would be a lot easier without me in it, you know," Maya replied simply as a fact.

"No, it wouldn't. The fuck ya know about my life anyway?" Ryden snorted, making sure to take smaller sips off the whiskey he stole from her. After he had his fill, he returned the bottle to Maya. "Are ya still sure ya can handle this on yer own?"

Maya only managed a half smile as he disagreed with her. She didn't believe him, but it was nice of Ryden to disagree. She took back the whiskey from him and took a long draw from it. Shaking her head, she huffed a laugh. "I was trying to convince myself more than anyone else. Being that scared again? It made me feel so small and weak." She took another pull from the bottle.

"Ya know that everyone's got those moments and it's perfectly normal, right? Especially if it's sumtin' seriously fucked up. Shit, when will you learn to take advantage of the perks of havin' people who care about ya? Why is that so bloody difficult for ya?" Ryden came at her full-force, right in the core of the problem, because obviously, Maya would never get to answering these questions for herself. If he asked them out loud, maybe she'd actually stop to finally give them a good, hard thought.

Brushing her hair out of her face, Maya sighed. There was a defensive part of her that wanted to ask him the same question. After all, it wasn't like Ryden was big on asking for help. But it wasn't the one so clearly not handling his shit. She took a drink. "When I get scared like that, like someone calling me mama and sitting outside my apartment scared, it's like I'm fucking sixteen again. And, I don't know, there was no one to save her. No one really believed that girl was in trouble." As she said it, she couldn't bring herself to look at him, instead focusing on the dark liquid in the whiskey bottle.

"Are you still sixteen, Maya? Wanna stay stuck in there? Is that what ya want?" Ryden asked, not to push her or judge her. He genuinely asked if she really wanted this for herself.

Maya shook her head again. It didn't feel like it was about what she wanted. It felt more like someone had flipped a switch her head. She tried to explain, "It's just when I'm scared like that...when I'm really and properly terrified, the survival part of my brain takes over." She shook her head again and set the bottle down. "I don't know. It feels like I spend so much time trying to be better and none of it fucking matters."

"No, yer talkin' bout an instinct that takes over in the moment. Not tellin' people yer in trouble is a conscious decision ya gotta keep up with, which you do, even when the instinct wears off. Don't fuckin' blame it on survival. Yer a conscious being. It's not possible we run on instinct our every wakin' moment. So, tell me, what are ya actually doing to make things better?" Ryden replied.

Nothing was the answer to Ryden's question. Maya hadn't done anything to make it better. Unless one counted getting a dog, but one probably shouldn't. For a long few minutes, she didn't say anything. Part of her, that lizard part of her brain that told her how to act when things got bad, argued she should just say the same things she'd told Ruby. The cult would get bored eventually. They hadn't actually physically attacked her since the party. And other flimsy excuses. Finally, Maya said, "I need help. I don't know what to do. I'm not sleeping, I barely eat, I'm just...I don't know what to do."

"Yeah... I know." Ryden muttered when she finally confessed. He reached out for her, pulling her to him until all of her weight was cradled in his arms. "I'll stay with ya. Okay?" He nuzzled against the top of her head, kissing the roots of her hair. "I'll take care of you and we'll take care of it t'gether."

Maya let herself be pulled into the safety of Ryden's arms. She relaxed in a way she hadn't for weeks. "You shouldn't have to," she argued weakly. But it wasn't about if he had to. Clearly he'd already chosen to. For a moment, she closed her eyes and let herself be warmed by the embrace. She'd been so cold recently. "Did you know what they meant?" she asked, "What that woman was chanting, I mean."

"Yeah, well, shit happens, even to people better than either of us. Ya gotta do wha'choo gotta do," Ryden concluded, plain and simple. He let her relax into his hug, physically feeling some of the tension leaving her body. Although she couldn't see it, his expression darkened when conversation was directed back to the happenings of the night. "Not sure but I'll find out..."

"They were talking about you," Maya said, although they both already knew it. "Do you think its..." She paused to make sure that Ruby was still in the shower before lowering her voice even further. "You think the Man in Black is behind this whole cult business?" she asked before adding, "They're all werewolves. The cult folks who've been following me around."

"Well, did they say anythin'? Have they tried to make any kinda contact? Anythin' else ya remember?" He was grasping at straws, though. When Iann helped him recover his memories of the night he got turned, it got Ryden all kinds of ideas what might be going on. But that was no actual proof of anything. At this point, this could literally mean anything.

"Other than them calling me variations on mom? Because no, that's basically it," Maya replied. Some of the tension returned to her shoulders as she added, "As you probably guessed I've been trying to ignore it more than anything."

"Fuck, what? 'Mom'? Fuckin' twisted..." Things made even less sense now. Ryden regretted not having locked up one of the pricks in a basement now. Everyone could sing a song if you push hard enough. He would be able to get them to talk, especially since they seemed terrified of him. Too late now though, and somehow, he didn't like the idea of getting a second chance at that, no matter how useful it might prove to be. Sighing again, he finally released Maya from his embrace, tucking her hair behind her ears. "Whatever, let's just... not think about it t'night. We promised to pretend, remember?"

It didn't make any more sense to Maya than it did to Ryden. In fact, it probably made less sense given that she had less information. At least though, neither of them was in it alone. Given it involved both of them now, it was almost easy to convince even the worst of her instincts that they would indeed face it together. When he released her, Maya sat up. She gave him a soft smile, "Yeah and I'd really rather be anyone but Maya Parker right now." She huffed a laugh, "Although my hand still fucking hurts."

Ryden managed a lopsided smirk at that. "Lemme see." He took her hand in his, noticing some bruising already starting to form. "I'll git ya sum ice for it." He stood up, walking to the fridge to get an ice pack.

Maya tried not to wince as Ryden inspected her hand. Now that she was thinking about it, it actually hurt a lot. Worse was the fact she was certain that it had hurt her more than the person she'd punched. "Thanks," she replied. She dragged herself to her feet too. The world was a little topsy-turvy, but she'd certainly been more drunk. She leaned on the counter with her uninjured hand to steady herself.

"Girl, do ya even know how to thrown a punch? Next time, go for the throat, okay? Right in the Adam's apple." Taking Maya's hand again, Ryden pressed the ice pack over it. "Hold it. I'll go fetch the first aid to wrap it up. It's in the bathroom, right?"

It's not my fault he was especially thick skulled. On humans that totally works," Maya argued. It was her own fault, really, for thinking that she could punch a werewolf. She did as instructed, holding the ice pack to her injured hand and nodding.

Ryden laughed, "Nope, that one was human. The two Ruby brought down were weres. Be right back." He slipped out of the kitchen upstairs to the bathroom and totally peeked on Ruby showering while he retrieved the first aid kit.

"You won't even let me have that?" Maya shouted after him. With a sigh, she picked up the whiskey bottle while balancing the ice pack on her hand. She took a long pull before putting it away again. She then went back to holding the ice pack to her hand.

When Ryden returned, he had the stuff needed to bandage up Maya's arm and reduce any swelling. He set those things on the counter before taking her hand to work the bandage around it. "Ya hungry, by the way? I can mix a late snack up."

As he worked, Maya tried hard not to show that it hurt. As far as all the pain she'd experienced, this paled in comparison. But it did hurt. She shook her head when Ryden asked if she was hungry. "Kind of lost my appetite," she replied. "I just..." she paused and her gaze dropped to his mouth for a half a second. She quickly flicked it back up to his grey eyes, "I just don't want to think any more tonight if I can help it."

"Mhmmm..." Like Ryden hadn't noticed from this up close where her eyes wandered. He raised an eyebrow as he tightened the bandage as gently as he could. "This is yer handjob hand. Yer useless now so drop that thought. And you'll fuckin' eat whatever I make, cause if not, I'll guilt trip ya to hell 'bout it." Because she had to eat something. He was pretty sure he hadn't properly in a while.

Maya laughed, knowing when she was totally called out. "Who said anything about a hand job? I had much better ideas than a hand job," she teased. She also could tell by his tone of voice that she was going to be eating, appetite or not. And all things considered, she probably should. She held her hands up in fake surrender, "Okay, okay I'll eat. Although we should probably skip dessert. I wouldn't trust anything I made in the last few weeks to be not emotionally unstable."

Ruby had to get the smell of the other wolves off her before she could do anything else. Ryden had moved off to sit with Maya, so Ruby went up to grab a quick shower. She closed the door so she wouldn't overhear anything the others might have to say to each other without her there, but when Ryden came in she sprayed water at him. "Ass," she smiled, though it was a bit less bright than usual. Slipping her underwear back on once she'd dried off, Ruby toweled off her hair and padded out into the adjoining room. Without being too nosy, she snagged the first shirt that looked big enough to cover most of her and pulled it on. She made sure the others could hear her coming as she padded down the stairs and joined them in the kitchen, leaning against the doorjamb as she observed them. "I heard food, booze, and handjobs... sounds like my kinda night."

"Aww, fuck me sideways, I'm surrounded by horny spinsters." Ryden laughed when, again, the both of them ganged up on him with sexual innuendos. He'd finished with Maya's hand, putting the first aid kit away. He went for the fridge then, to see what he could find to make a decent meal for three. "It's gonna be an omelette. Cause that's pretty much all I can make and luckily, the only thing available cause that one don't think grocery shopping is a thing."

"Who you callin' spinster?" Ruby tossed a pen from the counter at him as he moved to the fridge.

"I think you may be the only man in the entire world who would think that's a bad thing," Maya teased, "I'm pretty sure it's the plot of a least a fifth of pornos." Given what he'd just said though, it was good natured teasing and nothing more. As he started on food, she sat on one of the stools at the kitchen island, knowing that her drinking would be kicking in full force any minute. Turning to Ruby, Maya asked, "You okay?"

Ryden ducked to avoid the pen thrown at him, amused. "Yeah, well, it sucks when yer all talk and no walk." Then he proceeded to make the promised food, giving the girls a minute too.

Ruby was absently rubbing her neck where the wire - some sort of silver alloy apparently - had cut into her skin. A barely there red line was slowly fading, and it didnt' hurt, but only now was Ruby starting to think about what had nearly happened. "Hmm? Yeah, I'm alright. Little weirded out... a lot pissed off... but otherwise I'm good."

Maya only laughed when Ryden accused Ruby of being all talk and no walk. From what she knew of her friend, there was still plenty of chance for walk. Although given what else Maya knew about Ruby and her feelings that window was likely rapidly closing. She nodded when Ruby explained how she felt. "Yeah, I think that's the general feeling tonight," she agreed. She glanced between Ryden and Ruby. "Oh, does anyone want anything to drink? Water? Tea? I didn't finish off the whiskey?"

She didn't ask Maya how she was, because Ruby could tell. Maya wasn't great. "I mean... if you think you can make eggs with a hand in your pants... go right ahead,” she said to Ryden. "You owe me whiskey anyway," Ruby murmured to Maya, snagging the bottle the others had been drinking from and taking a long pull as she perched up on the counter. She let the bottle dangle from her hand. There were things she wanted to ask, but she also wanted to forget what had happened as well. Just for a bit. She took another long drink, wincing at the burn, but glad for it too.

"I have nothin' t'say to that." Ryden confessed, lips pressed into a tight line. "Make me coffee." He requested from Maya instead, as he prepped the pan for the omelette he was about to make.

Maya started making a whole pot of coffee. She could probably use some too. It was a little difficult with her hand bandaged the way it was, but she didn't complain. Instead, she worked quietly while Ryden worked at the stove.

Ruby watched the others work, slowly draining the bottle of alcohol as the food and coffee made. It all smelled amazing, and Ruby started to slowly feel a bit better. "Alright... its too quiet," Ruby said after a minute. She slipped off the counter, taking the bottle with her and moved to snag her phone. She turned on some low music, nothing too loud, just enough to fill the space a bit.

Although he hadn't made an effort to fill up the silence, after a minute, Ryden did make his hips twitch a little to the beat of the music from Ruby's phone. He was done with the food now and moved the pan to the counter, putting something underneath because it was still hot. He produced three forks and handed the around, stabbing into the pan first for a bite. He never stopped jiggling a little to the beat of Ruby's music while at it.

Once she was eating, Maya realized just how hungry she was. For a moment, until her plate was clean, she focused on that. After depositing her dish in the sink for later though, she took one of Ruby's hands with her good one and pulled her out to dance in the empty space between the living room and kitchen.

Ruby took her fork with a murmur of thanks and ate her share of the food, which was really good. She still had the whiskey bottle - nearly gone by now - in her hand when Maya snagged her out into the kitchen. As always, Maya was warm and smelled good, so Ruby danced close, enjoying the distraction. If she didn't do something, she would end up asking questions, and that wasn't what she wanted to do right now. Not with the sounds of chanting and religious fervor still ringing in her ears. Or with the thoughts of what might've happened to Maya if she and Ryden hadn't been there. The hand holding the bottle twisted a bit in the fabric of Maya's shirt.

After eating up the rest of what the girls left because you never throw away food, Ryden joined them, dancing silly in comparison to how Maya and Ruby did but he didn't mind being the comic relief right now. He wiggled his way between them until they formed one very awkward sandwich with Ryden rocking them obnoxiously, killing all the potential for a romantic mood but at least hopefully making them laugh a little.

The events of the night, and honestly of the last few months, weighed heavily on Maya as it all wound down. Her eyelids started to droop as her movements slowed. After a minute or two, she rested her head against Ryden between them, eyes fully closed. All things considered it was a miracle she'd stayed up this long.

Ryden eventually slowed down, just content to sway while keeping both women close. He felt Maya relax against them, her body growing heavy and movement sluggish. "Aww shit, she gunna make me carry her to bed again." He grinned, more to himself than Ruby. "Nap time, I guess. C'mon, girl." He swooped Maya up, meaning to get her upstairs to her room.

Ruby was content to just lean against the warm bundle of her friends. The whiskey had warmed her too, and she swayed along with them until Ryden moved to take Maya upstairs. She smiled at Ryden's comment, idly thinking she'd love someone to carry her up to bed, and to stay afterwards. Just to sleep. Nothing more. So she wondered if it was alright to follow. Not wanting to intrude but also not wanting to pack off to her house to sleep alone again. For now, she followed, leaning on the doorframe to watch Ryden put Maya to bed. Something fluttered past the window, and Ruby moved to look outside, but it was just a pigeon roosting for the night. She pulled the blinds tight.

By the time Ryden got her up to her bedroom, Maya was almost entirely asleep. She'd grasped his shirt when he swooped her up. She didn't let go when he put her down in her bed.

Of course it was fine for Ruby to follow. When Ryden put Maya down, he whispered to Ruby as she shut the blinds. "Guess we sleepin' like a pile o'puppies again. Shit I do for friends, that threesome better actually happen." He grinned at her as he slipped onto the bed next to Maya. Maybe she'll let go at some point so he could at least take his shirt off.

Ruby slipped into the bed behind Ryden. "I like puppies." She felt better knowing that she was welcome in the pile. "Yeah, yeah..." Ruby said quietly, giving his arm a rub. "You're so mistreated."

#ryden bolt #Ruby Devereaux #all the beds I've made: chatzy

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