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elliezlils11utt · 3 months

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Bad idea - girl in red. (E.W)

content: You cant get your on & off ex, Ellie Williams, out of your head. So you decide to call her over.

song link: https://open.spotify.com/track/57j65yC2HggQfmYNc6rdOK?si=2416f86b42e84be8

warnings: nsfw, hate sex, angst, smut, mean!ellie, degration, reader is a hot shit mess. (me!) if i missed anything lemme know!

a/n: Im still sick asf and my phone is broken so ive kinda just been writing the past few days. this is not my best work, like at all. (its so bad) but the storyline is kinda interesting. (based on "bad idea"- girl in red)

proofread?: none of my work is ever proofread lmao.

You and Ellie had been broken up for a couple months now. But of course you had not been able to get her slick ass smile out of your head. She plagued your thoughts, being the only thing you could think of. She was the worst partner you could ever have. But, god was she ethereal.

So when you sat at the edge of your bed with her image glued to the inside of your eyelids you picked up your phone. Was this a bad idea? Probably. Did you care? Nope. You sat there staring at the past messages. The fights, then the make up texts. Then more fucking fights.

You squeezed your eyes shut. Contemplating the mistake you were about to make. Its like she was a fucking drug you were addicted too. You couldn't get enough of her, even If you tried. Which you really did this time. Really hard. This had been the longest you and Ellie had stayed apart. Ever. You always somehow ended up back with her. Ignoring the pleas of your family and friends to dump her ass for good this time. It was a bad idea, to think you could stop. Because now here you were, your phone up to your ear with Ellie on the other line.

“Hey, ellie?” You stumble over your words.

“Hey.” Fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Her voice.

“Uh- um. What are you doing right now?”

“Nothing.”

“Wanna come over? Like, for a smoke.” bad idea, bad idea, bad idea.

What you can only assume is an amused chuckle muffles the phone line. “Sure.”

“Kay, cool! Uh, see you soon?”

“Mhm.”

The line ends abruptly. Oh fuck. Ellies coming over. Again. Fuck why did you do that? Your totally fucked now. You spend the following minutes pacing around your house. One little horny butt dial can turn into a series of bad decisions. You knew this. Yet Ellie is sitting across from u on your coach. Blunt in mouth, eyes on u.

“You know, ive missed us.” she admits while passing the weed to you. You take a drag of the blunt, ignoring her blatant attempt to ‘win you back’ (it was working)

“Why did you call me over..?”

“You want the truth?”

She just stares back at you with those droopy red eyes of hers. Those gorgeous fucking eyes that got you into this mess in the first place.

“Im horny. and i missed you.” Smoking always makes the whole truth come out of you. Even if you didn't want it to.

“Yeah?” There it is. That cocky lopsided smirk.

“Yeah.” Blowing the smoke out of your mouth you lean closer to her. And she does the same. The tension makes the air thick and foggy. A competition to see who will break first. (that she always wins) and surly this time was no different. You close the gap between you two. Pressing your lips onto hers. She cups your face with her hands, desperately pulling you farther into her. She put her hands under your shirt. Undid your bra and said these words. “Darlin you're so pretty it hurts” breaking the kiss she pulls your shirt over your head. And threw your clothes down on the floor. Your brain goes numb. Allowing Ellie to take complete control. All you can think about is her lips on yours. Too busy thinking about the wet kisses trailing down your neck to worry about the consequence to this pleasure.

She said “darling are you ready for more?” Her hands found your tits rubbing the fatty flesh in her hands while she kissed your collarbones. Her lips pecked kisses down your body. Her tattooed hand slipped down and into your painties, feeling your heat. her finger explored your slippery folds. You throw your head back while whimpers leave your mouth. She plunges a finger into your sopping cunt. “F- Fuck els”

“Yeah? You like that pretty girl? You missed my fingers, yeah?”

You just nod repeatedly. Another finger finds its way into your cunt. Her digits curl into you relentlessly.

“Words baby.”

“Fuck els. Yes. y- yes.” You moan

“Fucking slut.” she chuckles before returning her mouth onto your tit. Her tongue swirling around your pebbled bud and her fingers pumping in and out of your pussy makes your back arch. But you can't help but be pissed at yourself for letting her bring you this pleasure after the pain she caused you. This is wrong. You shouldn't be doing this. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, ellie. Ellie stop.” you push her head away.

“What's wrong? I thought you wanted this.”

“I do, I mean. At least I thought I did.” You quickly throw your shirt back on.

“I don't get it?”

“It was a bad idea, calling you up. I shouldn't have said anything. We are bad together ellie. I fucked up.” guilt rushes over you. You shouldn't have said anything. And that was the truth. You told yourself that you would never get back with Ellie again. Ever. You told yourself that you would never let ellie fuck you again. You told yourself that you wouldn't let Ellie get in your head again. “I need to be alone. Just, go? Please.”

“Yeah alright. Call me when u wanna finish this, kay? Cause u always do” She says bluntly before rolling her eyes and leaving. A tear breaks free from your glossy eyes. Thats fucking problem. She thinks that you will call her again. Because ‘you always do.’ And she's not wrong. You always end up calling her again, Whenever u get lonely, or horny, or miss her. Who the fuck would miss Ellie, fucking, Williams? You. You miss her. Because you can't get enough.

a/n: I apologize for this. :D

#tlou2 #tlou fanfiction #tlou #ellie tlou #bad idea #girl in red #ellie williams #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #the last of us 2

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gay4harm · 6 months

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Chicago girl

pairing: Riri x reader

song inspo: Chicago boy

request from @sillykamtothejam

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A/N: I feel so bad for the person that requested this because it was so long ago, I am so sorry stink but here it is now and I hope you and everyone else enjoys :). Anywayyyss lets get it this story.

Spring break

A time away from the hour long lectures and dick professors

You decided to go and spend some time with your family during your time off instead of partying with friends or spending your time sleeping.

As you arrived in the city of Chicago in the morning, you drive to your childhood home via taxi and as you get there you see your family, old friends and everyone else you grew up with.

three days before you had to leave one of the worse things that could happen

happened

you got sick, sore throat

you could tell it was getting worse by the second

you ask your mom for some sore throat medicine, none.

so you take it upon yourself to go get some Licolas from your local CVS.

as you get their you find them but as your walking around a few isle you see someone.

she was checking out a bottle of whipped cream, as you got closer, you realize just how fine she is.

Damn

you couldn't help but notice her soft chiseled jawline, plump lips and long faux locs that were loosely wrapped up in a bun letting a few strands fall down. She sported baggy sweatpants and hoodie that hide her figure but even then you could tell she was short and petite. you wondered if she could handle you.

a tall stallion with a fat ass and big titties that sat perfectly and a pretty face to match.

all your thoughts about her went straight to your brain all the way down to your cunt that was growing wetter by the second to the thought of her.

you would have just walked up to her if it wasn't for your shorts and oversized tee, your undone face that still looked pretty without and your hair that was undone and fizzy, a complete mess.

but you really didn't care, so

you walk around trying to get her attention. you make an effort to bend down slowly showing off your ass as you look down at whatever items that sat lowly on shelfs, but whatever you tried it didn't work she was to caught up in her phone so you give up and just as your about to walk to cash register, you stop

what were you doing?

you knew that if you wanted something you always got it. a little minor setback wasn't gonna stop you and if anything you hadn't even begin to really try yet.

"hi I'm y/n"

she looks up from her phone,

finally

"oh hi I'm Riri, can I help you?"

"um yea I was you over there and I just couldn't help but notice you, I thought I might just try and talk to you"

you talk with your low sweet voice with bedroom eyes as you make an effort to glance at her lips every once in a while. even making eye contact of course.

as you look at her you see a flip switch in her head, as if she knew exactly what was going on in your head.

you two talk for a minute.

mainly just regular small talk, you guys tell each other why you were in Chicago and a little about your families.

"so your on spring break right?"

"yea just came out to see my family its been a but hard having to leave them, ya' know"

"yeah I get it, I almost cried when my parents left me at campus"

you both share a laugh until your eyes set on the can of whipped cream still in her hand.

"soo what'd you come here for? I'm guessing for that whipped cream"

"oh nah i- I was just looking"

you raise your eyebrow up before speaking.

"okk is that all?" you ask curiously

"well I mean yea I just saw you and got to thinkin"

you pause

so does she as she realized what she said

"whats that supposed to mean?"

"no! i- I didn't mean it in that way. it just kind of happened"

"well what were you thinking about?"

"nothing don't worry, I just saw you over there. couldn't help but realize how fine you were."

"well thank you but you've spiked my interest. what were you thinkin bout"

Riri didn't say anything but a jumble of words, stuttering and spaced out.

you laugh, it's clear she was nervous and you were getting a real kick out of it.

"I'm just messing with you, you don't have to tell me. if anything I get it"

"really?"

"yea I mean I'd be lying if I said I wasn't doing the same thing"

"oh"

it seemed as if Riri was relieved, as if knowing you had the same impure thoughts gave her solidarity that she wasn't a total creep.

"so you don't mind?"

"nope" Riri let's outa deep breath before you speak again

"well..."

she looks up at you with a raised eyebrow

"I'd only mind if you weren't to do anything, I'd be a shame to let those thoughts go to waste plus I'm interested in what your thinking"

"oh... I"

Riri was surprised, she definitely didn't think you'd say that.

"why don't I give you my number and we try to meet up before the both of us go our separate ways."

"that... that sounds fine, yeah"

she gives you her your phone, you input it and hand it back to her.

"text me, ok?"

"yea definitely"

you walk away, pay for your stuff and leave.

in the span of the next two days you spend them getting better.

it wasn't until the day before you had to leave that Riri finally texted you.

hey

this is riri btw

you race to text her back

hey, how you been??

alr, hbu

better now that I'm talkin to you:)

you two talk for a bit, just small stuff until you suggested something

I leave tomorrow so I was wondering if you wanna link today

it takes a minute for Riri to text back but you wait

yea that's cool,where you wanna meet??

you give her a time and place and as soon as you put your phone down your jumping in the shower to get ready, luckily none of your family were home. they went out, you only didn't go 'cause you played the sick card hoping Riri would text you.

an hour passed and by now your clean and ready. you hear a knock at the door.

you rush to answer it, knowing its Riri.

"hey you look nice"

Riri was wearing a simple hoodie and basketball shorts, and damn did it work for her. Not to mention the backpack slung on her shoulder that made your cunt jump

you sported shorts and a tank top, your tummy out, boobs basically spilling out your bra, ass barely covered with the peice of cloth you called shorts.

Riri took a moment to admire your body, face, the way you looked at her, with those low alluring eyes as if you wanted to fuck her right there in the door.

"are you gonna come in?

she looks up from your breast

"yea"

she steps in and the both of you walk into your childhood bedroom.

"here you can sit, get comfortable"

you both sit on your bed and just as your about to reach for the remote to fill the air, riri skips pass all that as she grabs your jaw and kisses you.

something slow, heated and sloppy.

She uses her hand to caress up and down your body, yours travel up inside her hoodie gripping her small breast.

she pushes you so your now laying down with her on top.

you two continue to eat each other's faces off with passion, her hands getting lower and lower until she reaches the band of your shorts. she reaches in and feels how wet your pussy is.

she pulls down your shorts surprised to see that you didn't have any panties on.

"damn ma, this all for me?"

she pulls down your shorts surprised to see that you didn't have on any underwear.

you don't give her any words just a small whine telling her to hurry up and fuck you.

she runs her finger up your slit until she reaches your clit making you jump at the sudden content.

she begins to rub slow, tight circles on the budding set of nerves, you let out a low moan as she smears your wetness around.

she makes a routine out of rubbing circles on your clit then traveling down to your hole as she pumps in and out of you a few times, then she repeats the cycle until your a whimper mess, squirming under her.

"pleasepleaseplease riri stop playin"

"you want me to stop ma?"

"n-no I... I want you to make me c-cum please"

you practically were crying as she continues to tease you, she leans down to kiss and suck on your neck, making sure to leave marks.

"you want me to make you cum right?"

"yes please"

"why should I? huh? when all you been doing is teasing me?"

"w-what? I- I didn't mean to-"

riri cuts you off by picking you up and turning you so your now face down ass up, she was stronger than she seemed.

she begins to pump her fingers in and out of you with speed, she takes her other hand and begins to rub fast circles on your clit, you could feel yourself about to reach that edge until she removes her fingers and replaces them with her warm wet tongue. she eats out your pussy as if your were her last meal, savoring your sweet, juicy taste. she moans out by it which sends vibration to your cunt.

your loud pornographic moans and whimpers along with the wet sounds of her eating you out fill the room.

the scene was like something out of a porno, you could feel your stomach begin to tighten and your legs began to shake.

"ahh fuckfuckfuck, baby...baby I'm cumming! I'm cumming"

even with the warning riri didn't expect you to squirt on her face and the bed, completely drenching everything. you scream out loud enough that you're sure the neighbors could hear and once your done releasing your liquids out, you fall over completely exhausted by the most earth shattering orgasm you've had.

you sit for a couple minutes to catch your breath, riri waited, rubbing small soothing circles on your thigh to calm you down.

once you look at her with lidded eyes she speaks up.

"you good?"

you shake your head yes as you sit up a bit on your headboard.

"you think you got at least one more in you?"

you look at Riri as she gets up to get her backpack that was thrown in a corner of the room

she pulled out a strap that was 8inches long, about the size of your forearm and glowing?

the size and girth nearly made your eyes pop out their sockets and you grew wetter by the sight.

she takes off her shorts and hoodie and begins to attach the harness and the dildo that went with it. she walks over to you, as she climbs on the bed mischievous grin that went with it.

riri notices your concerned expression as she asked you wants wrong.

"nothing I'm just not sure it'll fit."

riri, amused by your hesitation has a smirk plastered on her face.

"your a big girl, I'm sure you can handle it, right pretty?"

you smile softly at the pet name as you shake your head, as if that was confirmation riri grabs the faux dick and begins to slowly stroke it up and down, her head falls back as she lets out a low groan. you didn't understand how it was giving her such pleasure, maybe she was just trying to put on a show for you.

it wasn't until she opens her eyes and looks at you grinning.

"it's made out of vibranium, after a few test I was able to make it so that I could feel whatever you have to give me."

"so what? it's like a real dick?"

"if that's the way you wanna look at it, i guess.... open your legs"

you do as she says, revealing your dripping cunt.

she takes the tip, rubbing it along your slit. you buck up your hips desperately as you whine.

"damn ma, be patient. I'm not going anywhere"

"please riri"

the sound of your voice saying her name, desperate like a whore made riri wanna fuck you so bad, so in one swift move she flips you back on all fours pushing your back to create the perfect arch.

with no warning, no signal, she just straight started pounding into you, not even letting you adjust to the size as she gripped your waist. You screamed out her name, your hand gripping the bed sheets while she absolutely destroyed you.

"f- fuck riri, oh my g-godd. I can't baby please"

"please what? you want me to stop or sum?"

"n-no just slow the fuck down, fuck!" you yell out the last part of your sentence, instead of slowing down she goes in deeper, harder and faster until she found your g shot making you scream out.

you were slobbing and crying as she continues to abuse your swollen, puffy pussy.

with a few more thrust and her fingers rubbing your clit you cum all over her dick.

but riri wasn't done, she hadn't come yet and not to mention she wanted to pull more out of you.

so she continues to fuck you a little slower, still deep and still hitting that one spongy spot that had you moaning out like a pornstar.

riri could feel it and so could you.

she thrusted into you one last time, her hips stuttering as she cums with a low moan and your name, soon after you feel the band in your stomach snap as you squirt for the third time.

fast forward to the next day, you and riri had cleaned each other up, she left and you both had gotten ready to leave to get back to college.

upon arrival, back to the stressful college life you found yourself in a different class, differential equations.

you get to class and the first thing you see in the front row is Riri motherfucking Williams who once she saw your surprised expression gave you a smirk and wink before turning back to her phone.

this was gonna be a lot more different than you thought.

she's done, this took me way too long man.

hope we like her

remember feedback is always appreciated :)

#riri wiliams x reader #riri williams #riri x reader #riri x black fem reader #riri x you #riri smut #dominique thorne

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olichat-reads · 9 months

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Imagine | ProHero!Bakugou x Villain!Reader #2

a/n: I felt like writing some insight to what i meant when i say you and bakugou working together is somehow worse than you two going against each other. Because, yes, its that bad haha.

she/her reader

🌟

Imagine being tangled in wires and each other like cats in yarn, with you strapped to katsu's leg, trying to wiggle yourself free like a dying fish while reading the manual upside down for katsu who is frantically defusing a bomb with only his left hand because his right is stuck to your face.

"Why do we always end up like this?"

"20 years of friendship and i still have no fucking clue."

"Red wire or white?"

"Re- WAIT. WAIT. NO. WHITE."

"FUCK YOU. ARE TRYING TO GET US KILLED."

"BITCH YOU TRY READING FROM THIS ANGLE. NOW FLIP THE PAGE."

*sigh of god's most tortured soul*

"Y/n. I only have one hand free."

"Well good for you. I have none. Now. Flip- OW. OW KATSU MY HAIR. MY HAIRRR"

"STOP FUCKING SQUIRMING. I CAN'T REACH THE DAMN THING FROM HERE."

*3 minutes left on timer*

*incoherent screeching*

☆

Its usually why you rarely have anyone else on comms- because no one can stand you guys' stupid 😭.

"Red, are you hearing this psychopath??"

"Shitty hair, if you take her side I'm going to blast your ass into next thursday-"

"Don't threaten him into admitting you were right! You KNOW you're fucking NOT."

"YES, I FUCKING AM-"

"OH YEAH? LETS PUT IT OUT THERE THEN. SEE WHAT THE PUBLIC THINKS OF THE NUMBER ONE HERO DRINKING HIS COFFEE WITH HOT SAUCE-"

"ITS AN ACQUIRED TASTE-"

"ITS FUCKING DISGUSTING IS WHAT IT IS. RED TELL HIM-"

"..."

*red has left the call*

*pinky has come online*

"...HI GUYS PINKY HERE. Red had to um-"

"Pinky please tell this psycho that hot sauce in coffee is fUCKING-"

"Ohhhh its you two...... Yea, nope :D." *call disconnected*

"HAH."

"THAT WAS NOT A *YES* YOU FUCKING-"

But weirdly no one is ever too worried about you two fucking up on missions. You're both the best in the field. Feral, reckless and a little insane? Sure. But you get the job done.

A cross between lawful evil and chaotic evil.

"Can we just kill him?"

"No."

"...can i just kill him?"

"No."

"You've read the file! I'll be doing the world a favour by offing trash like him."

"This world has laws that you are binded to. And the law said fucking no."

"...please?"

"..."

"How am I supposed to live, laugh, love in this conditions?"

*big sigh*

"Fine. Mess him up. No killing. Death's too good for him."

":D!! I feel like I should be worried about the number one hero's morals but FUCK YEAH! VIOLENCE! >:D"

☆

You're also not against smacking the stupid out of your bestfriend, especially when he gets a little too reckless on the job. Injured or not. It never works but it makes you feel better at least.

"Please stop getting shot. It stresses me out."

"Oh well if you don't fucking like it- PUT THOSE HANDS AWAY I'M INJURED YOU HEARTLESS WENCH-"

☆

Its not just him tho. You're BOTH stupid. It goes both ways. ✨️ b a l a n c e ✨️

"Why are you like this."

"Idk, man. I think its the anxiety."

"The anx- BITCH YOU JUST JUMPED OUT A 12 STOREY BUILDING."

"DON'T YELL AT ME I LITERALLY JUST TOLD YOU I HAVE ANXIETY"

"'I haVe aNxiETy' she says, yeeting herself out the window because the elevator is 'sUS'."

"Small spaces makes me twitchy-"

"AND JUMPING OUT A FUCKING BUILDING DOESN'T??"

"( ; ω ; )"

"Fuck you."

"I deserve that."

"THE FUCK YOU DO-"

☆

I feel like as much as it seems like a bad idea for both parties involved, neither you can help that your work life bleeds into your regular life as well. And you both surprisingly manage it well around each other.

"Have you heard about that new hero??"

"You talking about that air brained newbie?"

"Oh my god, so he WAS dumb! I literally thought you guys were using him as bait!"

"We weren't. He's just fucking stupid."

"I almost felt bad knocking him out :("

"Nah, you're fine. In fact, you should've hit him harder. Maybe give him a concussion or hell a scar as a souvenir. Make sure the lesson fucking sticks."

"You are worryingly condoning of violence for the number one hero, Katsu."

"Bitch, have you met me?"

☆

Another thing that i thing could go awfully wrong is literally planning out your work plans together but you two are just??? So trusting of the other to never double cross you.

"Wait, what? Why the fuck would you do that?"

"Because thats the nearest and fastest exit to the train station. I can cut down on 10 whole minutes and i need that time to catch the train."

"But its the riskiest, you fucking dumbass. Look, you have four other exits WHY would you pick the one you KNOW the heroes would target?"

"Because MATHS SAID-"

"You know what just let me do it-"

"Katsu no-"

☆

You give each gray hairs but you both of you were ready to risk your neck for the other.

"Having you as my bestfriend is like having an emotionally unstable daughter that never listens."

"...but?"

"There's no buts. You give me migraines."

":("

Yeah. You love each other.

🌟

a/n: hehe

#bakugou x reader #bakugou fluff #oliwrites

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maxverstappensflatbrim · 6 months

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Show Me Yours | Matty Healy [41]

chapter forty-one, act five: the ballad of me and my brain

masterlist

August 12th 2017

Phoebe stands awkwardly at the door to Tommie’s bedroom, and she raises a brow as she steps from side to side. “Hey.”

Phoebe nods and Tommie laughs as she pushes Button to shift closer into her side, then she taps the spot beside her in bed.

The American singer hesitates before finally settling there and pursing her lips.

“Everything alright?”

“Um yeah, I just-” Phoebe sighs and just finally decides to come clean, “Remember that song you wrote a few months back? The one you showed me?”

She raises a brow, she’s shown Phoebe a lot of songs. “Which one?”

“The one you said you were gonna keep for the band. The one you wrote for me?”

Tommie nods with a hum and turns to Phoebe to give her more attention.

Phoebe and Tommie have become very close since meeting two years ago. They’d become sisters, and Tommie knows that in the past few months if Phoebe wasn’t in her life she wouldn’t have survived.

From giving her a place to say to holding her hand as she left the clinic after her abortion. Phoebe has been there for everything, more than anyone in the band, more than any of her family.

Tommie’s never been good with her words, with speaking them, she struggles to put her emotions into words for people to understand. So she wrote Phoebe a song, which happened to be in her beloved lost notebook.

“Yeah, but I lost my book, so if you wanted to use it-”

“No, it’s that, um…”

Phoebe sighs, she hates beating around the bush, especially with Tommie who she knows would prefer her to be upfront and honest.

“Dirty Delights released their first single with Scooter Braun today and it’s that song.”

“What?”

Phoebe winces at the loud volume of her screech as she stands from the bed. Button’s head is tilting as she stares up at her.

“It was released this morning. And if it makes you feel better it’s shit.”

She scrambles for her abandoned laptop which is open as she was watching Barnyard (Button likes the little mouse on it and she loves Biggie Cheese).

She’s on spotify, searching Dirty Delights. The band image has her cringing, they look like a My Chemical Romance Tribute act, with caps not fully on their heads and their boxers sticking out of their baggy jeans.

She clicks on the song, its title different from the one she had chosen in her book. ‘You are Mine’.

“You are Mine?” She scoffs, “It makes it sound possessive, that’s not the point. The point is that I love my best mate and you’re my best mate.”

Phoebe’s hand rubs her back lightly as she hovers the mouse over the play button.

You are mine, I've been drowning in you You fracture light again Beautiful, please don't cry, don’t cry When you leave, I cry on the inside

I wake up, love you, so I love you, so I love you, love you, love you Then when you leave, I cry I wake up, love you, love you, love you, love you Then when you leave, I cry

We're supposed to leave by half-past eight You wait a while, for me to come home, again Tired again, I've been dying to meet you You fracture light again (ooh)

I love you, oh, I love you When you leave, I cry on the inside Oh, so I love you, so I love you, so love you, love you, love you, love you Cry Oh, I love you, love you, love you, love you, love you We're supposed to leave by half-past eight

“He changed the lyrics, it sounds fucking shite!”

Phoebe nods, “And the guitar solo is shocking, how’d Braun give way to that?”

Tommie groans and falls face first into the bed, Button’s nose nudging her cheek gently.

“Surely you can do something? Release it as your own.”

Tommie groans again, even louder, “I’ll have to call Jamie.”

Phoebe nods, “I’m sure he can get some good lawyers involved, have them take it down.”

“Not the point, I don’t want to talk to him, he’ll ask me if I’m ready to come back. Then try to convince me to talk to Matty then he’ll pass the phone to Adam ‘cause I’ve been avoiding him and- it’ll be a mess.”

“I’ll call him, pretend you don’t know yet and I’ve let him know first, it will give you at least a day or two to prepare yourself.”

She shifts on the bed to wrap her arms and legs around Phoebe like some kind of red headed koala. “Fanks yew.” Her words are muffled in Phoebe’s hoodie and the singer pats the back of her head.

“I’ll call him now, let him know.”

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡ ⋆｡ﾟ☾ ﾟ

August 16th 2017

“Seriously?”

Tommie does what can only be described as a screech as she throws her phone across the room. Luckily it lands on the arm chair opposite.

Button trots over and sits patiently with her cow teddy in her mouth, waiting for Tommie to roll over and give her attention.

But before she receives a pat on the head there’s a knock on the door and Button whines.

Tommie passes her hand over Button’s head as she gets up, quickly complaining about Phoebe forgetting her keys again.

“Pheebs-”

“Are you okay?”

Adam’s there, stepping in when she opens the door and turning to look at her with that brotherly concern on his face.

“What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be on tour.”

“We finished the tour ages ago, we’re all back home now. The moment Jamie told me what happened I flew out to see you.”

“I’m fine, Ads, Jamie’s sorting it.”

“Why didn’t you call? Or-or text, I would’ve come.”

“I know you would’ve, Ads, that’s why I didn’t call.”

She sighs and sits back on the sofa rubbing her hands down her face, “Have you talked to him? Called him and asked him to give credits?”

“He’s blocked me.” She scoffs, “If I just kept my mouth shut, this wouldn’t have happened.”

“What? Keep your mouth shut about what?”

“I-” She pauses and looks up as he sits on the arm of the sofa beside her, hand rubbing between her shoulder blades. She shakes her head, “We argued and I just- said a bunch of dickish stuff.”

She leans into his side and he wraps his arm over her shoulder, “Why don’t you come home? If you don’t want to be alone you can stay with me and Carly until tour kicks off again.”

She shakes her head, “Phoebe’s album is two months away, Ads. I promised I’d be here with her.”

Adam shrugs, “I’m sure she’ll understand-”

“No, I’m not abandoning her at one of her most important moments. This is her first album, her debut, she’s my best mate-”

“I used to be your best mate.”

She pauses and looks at the soft look on his face, “Ross, G…” He opens his mouth but cuts himself off. They both know the final name he was going to say.

“I haven’t talked to any of you in weeks.”

“And who’s fault is that?”

He doesn’t have that motherly look on his face that she turns to when she’s scared. His eyes are staring right into her soul, and his lips are set in a straight line, no curve, no wrinkles.

He sighs and gives in within no time, he always gives in when it comes to Tommie. “I worry, To-”

“Yeah, well I’m fine alone. You should stop worrying.”

Adam’s brows raise as he looks at her, “What’s wrong with you?”

“You- you and your need to be- be breathing down my neck constantly.”

Adam keeps his face straight, trying not to show her outburst is getting to him, “You treat me like a kid, Ads. Always trying to protect me, but I’m not- I’m not a kid-”

“I know, Tom.”

“Then treat me like an adult, stop-”

“What’s this about?”

She pauses to shake her head at him, “What?”

“This little thing you’re trying to do. This speech. What’s it about?”

“I want to be respected.”

“You are.”

“No, I’m not, and I’m tired of it.”

She stands and moves away, “I’m taking care of everything, Ads,” She grabs her phone and checks for damage again, “You don’t need to worry.”

Adam’s brows furrow, “Just because you’re not a part of the band anymore doesn’t mean we don’t love you.”

She purses her lips and looks away, “I’m not stupid, Tommie. I know what you’re trying to do. It didn’t work when we were kids and it definitely won’t work now.”

She shrugs, “I don’t know what you mean, Adam.”

“Trying to push everyone away. Trying to have this detox of people in your life. Make sure you cut out the right ones, not the ones who care about you.”

He grabs his discarded wallet and phone from the kitchen counter as he starts his way out, but he pauses just before he gets to the door. “This isn’t me walking out, this is me giving you space. If you call, I’ll pick up. If you need me, I’ll be there.”

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Our Strange Duet

Chapter 2: This Mess I Am

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Todd x f!reader

Warnings: none

Summary: YN comes to hang out

Taglist: @amberpanda99 @deans-spinster-witch

No, I'd rather pretend I'm something better than these broken parts, pretend I'm something other than this mess I am - Dear Evan Hansen

Jason could do this. YN had agreed to come over and hang out Saturday afternoon, at Dick’s place, with him. She hadn’t seen it the last time they were together, he was too worried about his brother kicking her out, so he only went to her. Now thought Dick was thoroughly onboard with getting YN back into Jason’s life. Now she was the one who made him smile more, made him relax, helped him sleep, kept his nightmares at bay when she could invade his dreams instead. Now she was coming to see him, maybe not to fall into each other’s arms (no matter how much he wanted that) but to be friends again, see if they still fit together like they had before.

“When is she getting here?” Dick called up. Jason looked at his phone, the message ‘on my way’ on the screen from five minutes ago. He glanced around his loft again, making sure everything was clean and looked presentable before barreling down the stairs, pulling on a sweater. Dick cocked his eyebrow.

“She’ll be here in a few minutes…what’s that face?” Jason asked. Dick motioned to the black and gray sweater. It was an 80-degree August day in Gotham, the sweater looked stupid, but he wanted to look good for her. Every time he used to see her, he was in his early Red Hood gear, combat pants, tshirt, maybe a black hoodie or leather jacket. He was in college now, he was supposed to look cool when he met up with someone he liked, not a kid.

“The sweater is too much,” Dick said. “Take it off and just wear the tshirt, the girl has seen you almost bleed out, if that didn’t chase her away a black tshirt won’t either.” Jason scowled a little but tore off the sweater, looking around for something to do with it when the buzzer rang. Dick took the sweater while Jason went to let her into the elevator. He watched his big brother throw the sweater in the trash can, eyes widening. “Its also an ugly sweater and if she ever sees you in it she’ll swim back to Singapore, you’ll thank me later.” Jason almost strangled him when there was a knock at the door. He tried to flatten his hair a little, opening the door.

“Hey,” YN said, almost making Jason melt into the floor. He had never thought she would be at his place, walking in and looking around, probably wondering how much a place like this cost. He wondered that constantly, but Dick refused to let him try to help with rent, so he didn’t know.

“Come in, um, ya, you said you were nervous about auditions, wanted my help picking a song?” he said, scrambling. He had planned several things to do, books he wanted to talk about, watch a movie he knew she would love but had said she hadn’t seen yet but her appearance at his door had momentarily broken his brain. Dick was standing in the kitchen marveling that his little brother, the terror that stalked Crime Alley and the Narrows, making hardened criminals wet themselves at the very sight of him, was stammering and falling over himself over this girl. If he wasn’t the exact same way with Barbara he would have laughed.

“Thanks, I have a couple ideas, but I know I’m not getting a part, I have no opera talent, my voice just doesn’t work that way,” she said. “But I still want to show that I have some talent in case they do something next year in my wheelhouse.” Dick watched as she rambled, moving to put her bag down on the couch, but missing and dropping it to the floor. O Lord, they were both hopeless.

“Can I stay and listen?” he asked, now worried about running interference for Jason. His brother glared at him but YN smiled.

“Thanks, ya, I would love opinions. Jason has heard me sing before, I don’t know if he’ll be objective,” she said. Dick nodded, walking over and sitting on the couch. Jason sat next to him, arms folded as YN got ready. It took exactly four words before Jason was falling back to sitting on her couch singing to her and having her sing to him, her smile making him feel so warm in his chest and despite knowing that he wasn’t loved outside of that room it was ok. She did three songs, one Phantom related song and two others and they decided on one before she looked at Jason.

“Did you pick a song?” she asked, sitting down next to him. He shrugged.

“I was just going to do the love song,” he said. She eyed him.

“You want to be Raoul?” she asked. He shrugged again. “You’re not Raoul, he’s too pretty.” Jason made a fake offended face and Dick chuckled. “You know I don’t mean like that, he’s…Dick, boy scout, sweetheart, golden retriever. You’re not that, you should do Music of the Night, the reprise sung by Erik, you’re the phantom.”

“Have you been thinking about this?” he asked. This time she shrugged, blushing. She was thinking about him. Dick stood up then.

“I’m going to go get some work done in my office,” he said, looking at Jason and nodding before heading off. YN looked to Jason.

“Did I chase him away with my Raoul comparison?” she asked. Jason laughed.

“No, he’s probably going to watch the musical so he can figure out if what you said was a compliment or not,” he said. She laughed and then sighed. “Hey, want to watch that movie we talked about?” She nodded and he got it set up, sitting next to her.

It took every ounce of willpower in him to not try and put his arm around her or take her hand as that movie played. About halfway through they realized it was kind of boring so he paused it for them to chat instead and it was almost like old times, but something loomed over her as she talked, a rain cloud. Her smile didn’t always reach her eyes and she would fall silent, a far away look in her eyes for just a few moments before coming back to him.

“YN?” he said softly when she vanished again. She shook herself and looked at him apologetically. “You can talk about it, with me.” She looked down, biting her lip.

“Its just, she would be so happy I found my way back to you again. I keep hearing what she would say in my head. She really liked you, said you made me shine. I know that we can’t just…go back to what we were, I mean, we both are different not, but I’m not opposed to the idea if you’re not. At least, I’m not opposed to letting myself fall for you again,” she said. Jason stared. This honesty was new. She’d never lied to him, never had led him around or anything, but she’d never been so blunt about her feelings. It normally took time for her to say what she was feeling without a joke or sass. Now she was being vulnerable, laying it all out there for him and he didn’t know how to respond. Her mother’s death seemed to make her more open, more trusting, maybe more loving since she knew that things didn’t last sometimes. Jason over the last several months had become more closed off. Bruce knew he was alive and hadn’t once tried to talk to him, Alfred either, he wasn’t sure which one hurt worse. He wanted to keep his feelings close to his chest, didn’t want to admit to things like she did for fear of the pain that would come later, when they abandoned him. The silence stretched longer than he meant it to and he saw her eyes glaze a little as she realized that he wasn’t responding how she thought he would. How he would have before. She nodded and stood up.

“YN…” he said, trying to recover, willing himself to say what she wanted to hear, what he wanted to say, but there was a door there that seemed to stop him. She shook her head, wiping her eyes a little.

“Its ok Jason, I know I walked out on you before and I know that you were upset about your dad not talking to you. I know how scared you are of feelings like this, big feelings, I should have waited before saying anything to you about it. Waited until we understood each other better,” she said, grabbing her bag. “I’m going to go, um, think about the song for the audition and talk to me later, please?”

Jason nodded; throat dry as she headed out the door. He wanted to throw something, wanted to hit something. It was just getting dark, so he went to gear up, needing to do something that wasn’t sit here in his self-doubt and self-pity. He needed to not be Jason for a while.

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jasontodd #jason todd x y/n #red hood #red hood x reader #red hood x you #redhood #red hood x y/n #strangeduet

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staybeautifulmp3 · 2 months

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she's so patronising to him though like a relationship like that would be so annoying. he doesn't need to be told what he feels and what to do about it every day. they're fine as besties but he doesn't want more

two questions: genuinely, im not trying to be snippy at all, is this in reference to something ive said? i checked my recent postings i couldn’t find anything?? and second, um you didn’t specify who you’re talking about .. im guessing donna and harvey on usa legal drama suits? im just gonna answer to the best of my ability, as if this is about donnaharvey which im like 90% sure it is?? okay

i mean, respectfully, i would certainly push back on the idea she “tells him what to do” cus she’s certainly his emotional intelligence like she tells him what hes thinking—or at least her interpretation of what he’s thinking. theres certainly evidence of that, the scene that comes to mind is its in late s3, and mike wants to leave to take the finance job, and harvey snaps at scottie, and donna (very gently) reprimands him for it, and she tells him he’s hurt not angry “you’re hurt and the anger covers the hurt, but i know you didn’t know that.” she definitely provides him with insight into his emotions, but in a way i would argue any friend would.

there’s also a scene from season 2(?) i think, where donna is trying to get harvey to pursue scottie and she tells him to his face “i know your mother hurt you but you need to get over it” or, in other words “sorry about your mommy issues but you need to grow the fuck up.” and again i think thats a perfectly reasonable thing to say as a friend to your friend—she sees him hurting and lonely and she can do something about it, all she needs to do is encourage him to seek out a relationship with a woman who loves him, i think that’s perfectly acceptable.

i really dont see how its patronizing in any way? i mean there are certainly a couple jokes like “men are so stupid lol” but nothing that has really stood out to me as anything different than 2010s network drama gender politics, and so few and far between i cant think of any specific instances off the top of my head.

second of all, to the best of my knowledge (having seen up to 6x05 atp), that all stops when he starts going to therapy. i cant think of a single instance after season 5 when she tells him what hes feeling (i mean maybe she does in seasons 7, 8 + 9 but i haven’t seen it so i cant say lol)

but from what ive seen, her telling him his emotions stops when he starts receiving therapy with a trained professional. and thats just healthy! yknow he no longer needs to be told what hes thinking because he’s learning more about himself and his reaction to trauma and how to be a more functionally stable adult. and after that is the only way he can keep and maintain a meaningful, productive relationship.

also, not to be crass but i 100% think harvey goes face down ass up when someone tells him what to do (especially if its mike or donna or jessica)

finally i do fully respectfully disagree that “theyre good as besties but he doesn’t want more” first of all, i think you might be confusing his repression and inability to parse his love for donna as a woman and his love for donna as a friend, as a lack of attraction. i think a) hes very repressed and messed up from his childhood so like, he can fuck people but loving people is a whole other story and b) he absolutely loves her as a friend, and i think he’s just boxed up his attraction and affection for her since they moved to pearson hardman 10(?) years ago.

second of all, gabriel macht and sarah rafferty you can tell has SOOOOO much fun together and they have so much chemistry, so i distrust any interpretation of donna and harvey that doesn’t think they wanna fuck each others brains out

what was i talking about? i dont think i have a closing statement, i just think donna and harvey’s relationship re:her telling him what to do is completely legitimate and follows a natural progression of two people trying to be healthy adults

#this is like 700 words .. anyway thank you anon! i genuinly enjoy things like this as an intellectual excercise #amanda.mail #suitsposting

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fandxmslxt69 · 26 days

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CLEM!!!

Happy birthday, lovely! I hope you're happy and healthy! So sorry I didn't see your post earlier, I've been having a very hectic year with studying, working and just generalized stuff! BUT BUT I couldn't send you a inbox!

So like a said: HAPPY BIRTHDAY! you are one of the sweetest mutuals ever! And to celebrate that a gotta ask

What is your latest read?

And I want to know your all time favorite Jason fics, please with links and all!

LOVE OF MY LIFE HELLO!!!

OMG PLS DONT APOLOGISE I KNOW HOW HECTIC LIFE CAN GET!! i hope you are taking good care of yourself, resting and relax outside of studies and work!!! remember that none of it matters if you aren't feeling good <33

MY LATEST READ OKAY

um truth be told my love i have been in SUCH a slump lately,,,, its been tough out here.

i only read like 3 books very recently (last month or so)

I did read All The Little Raindrops by Mia Sheridan my QUEEN. its like a mystery thriller with a side of romance!!! Sheridan's books are ALWAYS a hit (she's very popular for her booktok famous Archer's Voice? And Travis !!) I've read like. most of her books at this point. I have never devoted myself to an author so much. She got me into the whole thriller genre and I LOVE her. so much. ITS SO GOOD AAAA. its not for the faint of heart and on more than once i find myself with the need to throw up with how HORRIFYING and messed up some of this stuff is (most of her thriller books are not for the faint of heart. lots of horrific stuff that is all too real and it makes it 10x more disturbing). Anyway i loved it i think i gave it a 4/5 stars it was so so good

2. i ALSO started Ana Huang's If Love series. I literally never shut up about Ana Huang like. EVER and i had been wanting to read this for a while and IM SO GLAD I GOT IT STARTED !!! Its a LOT less popular than hr Twisted and Kings of Sin series; she wrote it well before she got popular/published but its so good. its def not Twisted/Kings of Sin series but it makes it sooo clear how much she's grown in her writing, character development and general story telling!!! I read the first 2 books and UGHGUGHUFGHUFGHG yeah. new comfort series fr fr fr fr.

I also got digging through Lynn Painter's works (Love Wager, Mr Wrong Number, Better Than The Movies, etc) 10/10 her rom coms are sacred to me. this was a while ago though like. months ago lmao but i think abt her books always!!!

OH OH OMG I READ BIRTHDAY GIRL BY PENELOPE DOUGLAS !!!! SOME TIME AGO!!! yeah it changed my brain chemistry. i dont remember if i told you or not. but it changed my life. i think about it always.

edit: omg shut up i forgot i read some banger books months ago that i did not mention. i ate up Liz Tomforde's sports romance series (Windy City series) it was SO FREAKING GOOD. she had hockey romance, she had basketball romance she had BASEBALL ROMANCE. 10/10 amazing vibes

I ate through the latest of Lauren Asher's (Love Redesigned) IT WAS ALSO HELLA GOOD!! Ana Huang's King of Greed was also a vibe. not my fav but it was good. I ALSO delved into hockey romance SOOO DEEP. Fav series is probably Becka Mack's Playing For Keeps. It's the silliest stupidest fluffy no plot head empty series ever. the first book is 90% porn. its just for the giggles. the second is a bit better but the third is def the best in terms of actual plot & character development for example but the vibes are astronomical and i live for them

i ALSO started reading Sarah Adam's small town romance series (very very good). All fluffy fall vibes. CHLOE GONG HAD COME OUT WITH A NEW BOOK IN THE SUMMER AND I GOT TO IT AROUND THE NEW YEAR AND IT WAS SOOO GOOOD. Immortal Longings mm......she destroyed me once again.

OKAY ALL TIME FAV JASON FICS ok i dont have links (is lazy to go find links) but i will tell you two blogs im like religiously stalking:

@in-som-niyah has AMAZING THOUGHTS on Jason 10/10 i love getting all my jason content from her GOD BLESS THE HARDWORKING PEOPLE OF TUMBLR DOT COM

@fcthots also has some kick ass Jason stuff....like....from smutty to fluffy and domestic its....yeah. oooghgubjgubgn yeah yeah.

anyway i've probably forgotten to mention a bunch of books but thats all i can remember that was actually good. HOW HAVE YOU BEEN WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN READING !!!

#clem talks <3 #Clem's Birthday Hang Out #loml <33

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May we please have more weak m!hero and strong f!villain?

My brain has now dubbed it my favourite trope😳

Part 1

CW: ummm none I think, drunkness maybe? Panic attack a little bit?

Sidekick toed at a stray pebble in one of the sidewalk cracks, rocking it back and forth on one pointed end as he leaned against the garden box lining Villain's headquarters. Roses and chrysanthemums filled the crisp air with heady perfume and the moon shone silver in leftover rain puddles, almost like some higher power had banished all this morning’s bad weather until a later date. So perfect it was unsettling.

This was a bad idea.

It wasn't his elevated heart rate that alerted him. Or the underlying wrongness hanging in the air, heavy and uncomfortable as the intermingling humidity. No, Sidekick knew because in order to come tonight he'd had to lie to Hero. And when you only trusted one person in the world, that wasn't something you typically did.

"You'll be fine going out as yourself?" she'd asked this morning in response to Sidekick's garbage excuse about visiting friends. He hadn't mentioned anything from Tuesday's Villain incident, except for his failure to retrieve the blueprints, obviously, and luckily, she hadn't asked for details. Though maybe if she had, Sidekick would have realized sooner that this outing was going to require his civilian persona. It was the only way to avoid any of it from reaching Hero's ears or worse, the press.

"Y-yeah," he'd said. "It's already been a long time. And it's not like I can hide behind a mask forever."

"Guess not," she'd smiled, clapping his shoulder on her way out. Then she'd paused and briefly turned back. "I'm proud of you."

That was like a punch to the stomach. Not only was he not fine, getting her hopes up over nothing, but he was lying to her face and going out with her worst enemy.

"Cute shirt."

Sidekick's jolted out of his thoughts, gaze leaping from his scuffed toes to Villain's luminescent eyes, like the silver halos wrapped around the moon in a hazy sky. Then he looked down at his burgundy sweater, the leaves of his button-up collar peeking through the top.

"Oh! Um, thanks." He quickly glanced at her outfit, a black jumpsuit with ribbon straps tied in big bows across the shoulders. He did his absolute best not to linger too long on her bare biceps. At least this time there was relieving lack of abs. Showing that is. Of course, they were still there. Underneath. Ready to snap a man in two...

"You look nice!" he erupted suddenly, shoving those thoughts to a violent rest.

Villain smiled, stepping a little closer and smoothly tucking a piece of hair behind Sidekick's burning ear before taking half a step down the walk. "Should we go?"

Sidekick's stomach gave an uncomfortable lurch. Right. Go. They had to go walk around now. Face exposed. For everyone to see. For them to see. If they were around. But Villain was staring at them so expectantly…

With some effort, he got one leg forward, and then the other.

Satisfied, Villain continued on. "So I was thinking--"

"Why don't we go for a drink?"

It burst out before he had time to think, too loud and edged with desperation.

Idiot, Sidekick immediately chastised himself. He already knew he wasn’t good at drinking, it’s why he stuck to special occasions. But it was the only place he could think of that was dim enough to obscure his face and still public enough to protect him if anything went wrong.

Villain paused.

"Well, if that's what you want to do,” she said finally. voice as smooth and neutral as the unsweetened yogurt in his fridge. “Do you know a good place?"

“Oh. Well…well I…”

No. No he didn’t. It had been far too long since he went out anywhere, his vision of the city, past its rooftops and dark streets, was rusty. But Hero went out sometimes, with friends, with Vigilante, with all those people who weren’t too messed up to be themselves, and she mentioned the names of the establishments sometimes. At least, the really good ones. And the really bad ones. If he could just think back, and pick a name, any name…

“The Tilted Anchor!”

Villain raised one brow. “The one by the pier?”

How was Sidekick to know?

“Yes,” he lied confidently. “That’s the one.”

“It’s a little far...” Villain mused. “I don’t have my car tonight, so we’d have to take the metro.” She eyed the street ahead as if calculating the distance. “Are you sure that’s where you want to go?”

“Yes.”

No! Why couldn’t he think before he spoke? He easily could’ve asked her if she knew something closer, but it was too late now, right? What if she got mad? Said he was wishy washy, or that he should have planned ahead? And why didn’t he plan ahead? Why did he just jump into this? They’d only just met—met properly that is—and that was exactly what went wrong last time!

“Bug?” Villain’s hand rested firmly on his shoulder. He jumped a little, tasting blood in his mouth. A quick swipe of his tongue found his lip ragged and worried from nervous chewing. He hadn’t even realized. “We can go if you like.”

Strangely, the steel in her eyes seemed softer. Even her smirk had lost its sharp edge, more of a wry lip curl now. He’d never seen her like this before. And that threw him. This was a date, but he wasn’t sure he’d actually expected Villain to treat it like one.

“Ok,” he said quietly, gratefully.

“Ok,” Villain repeated, lifting her hand, and with a little wave, they were off again.

***

The Tilted Anchor reeked of fish. And yes, the appetizer menu included fish, but should that salty sour smell really envelop the entire building? Not to mention that half the lights didn’t work, the bar was in need of a good wiping, and the floor creaked discomfortingly underfoot—not something you wanted in a building set on stilts.

Sidekicks slender shoulders slumped his first step through the door, and Villain immediately knew he’d never been here before. She might have known from his hesitation earlier, but then why had he been so insistent? Could this be some sort of trap? That didnt make a ton of sense since she’d basically been the one to ask him, but maybe that was Hero’s plan all along.

Vilain wasn’t actually sure why she’d encouraged this in the first place. Because a guy had finally validated her strength instead of getting weird? Because she wanted to know what scared heroes more than villains? Neither of those seemed good enough reasons. She wasn’t a teenager, she was a villain. A very good one at that.

“Over there?” Sidekick said, motioning to one of the darker tables, apparently still determined to see this through. His voice squeaked a little, and for not the first time Villain couldn’t help but find the little hero adorable. She dared hope, just a little, that this wasn’t a trap.

“Whatever you say, bug,” she responded. The nickname seemed to suit him more and more every time she said it, from his long, wobbly limbs, to his ever wide eyes, to the way his hair cow-licked in the front like a couple unruly antennae. Much of that had been previously obscured by his cowled mask, and as they slipped into the sticky seats, she determined to commit this rare view to memory. She drank him in until he started squirm and then looked a little longer.

She’d barely made up her mind on her next comment, something that that would really make him blush, when he suddenly burst to his feet.

“Drink?”

"Uhhh..."

Sidekick was already up and moving to the bar, head ducked so close to his chest, Villain wasn't even sure how he saw the path in front of him. He exchanged brief words with the bartender and returned several moments later with two tall reddish glasses.

“So, um, apparently they don't have a big menu. The lightest thing here is this spiced rum thing and--"

"Rum is not light at all," Villain interrupted. She tried to keep her voice teasing, pleasant, but what in the world was he doing? First, he brings her to this community food hazard, and then he doesn't even ask before getting her some random drink?

"Oh. Should I take it back...?"

And then he did that! How was she supposed to stay angry when he got all quiet and pulled cute, embarrassed faces like that one! She had half a mind to tell him to do it anyway and see just how flustered he became, but in the end she shook her head.

"It's fine."

She accepted the glass and took a tentative sip; it wasn't bad actually, the spices similar to something in a nice cider, except it burned in her chest and the back of her throat.

Sidekick's eyes watered through his first sip, but he swallowed a couple more gulps in rapid succession as if in a nervous attempt to prove his choice and get rid of the drink fast.

It wasn't long at all before he was blinking blurry-eyed around the room. Maybe it was best for Villain to stop here on her own drink if he was already being affected so fast.

"So," she said, leaning forward and guiding the hero’s glass back to the table and slightly out of his reach. "What brought you to our fine city? Not just the criminals I hope; I might get jealous."

Sidekick blinked slowly, "Er...no...Hero...Hero asked. So I came. Transfer."

"From where?"

Sidekick flinched, just slightly, barely perceptible, but still there. "Does it matter?"

"Suppose not."

Odd.

Sidekick blinked around the room a second time, squinting and wringing the ends of his fingers. What was he searching for? The press? Hero?

"Are you in some sort of trouble?"

Villain wasn't sure why that was the sentence that came out, perhaps because she'd seen looks like that before, from allies and victims alike.

"No!" he said too loudly, drawing a few eyes their direction, and then surged forward to snatch up his glass for another long drag. By the time he reached the drops at the bottom, he was practically tipping out of his seat.

"Ok," Villain repeated, reaching for the glass again. "That's enough."

"No!" Sidekick cried, lurching back. "What if I need it!"

Villain ignored the curious gazes from the few customers tolerating this dung hole.

"For what?"

"I forgot my knife. I might need it!"

"You carry a knife?"

"No!" Sidekick wailed, "I forgot it! I...I..what if they come? Did you see them? Did they come?"

Villain stood up to grab Sidekick by the shoulders. "No. They didn't come. Everything's fine."

Who knew what Sidekick was talking about, for all she knew, he always acted this way while drunk, but it was probably best to go along.

"So let's just put the glass down for now and--"

Sidekick toppled backwards out of his seat, scrambling up on wobbly legs and stumbling to the farside of the bar.

"I want to keep it! I think they're here! Somewhere. Right?" Tears burbled up in their eyes. "I don't want to go back. Please, I don't want to."

"Alright," Villain stood up and cautiously crossed the room. "I think it's time for you to go home."

Sidekick dodged her arms. "I don't want them to know where I live!"

What type of drunk was Sidekick? A psychotic one?

Villain seized for him again, this time catching the back of his sweater and reeling him in thrashing. With one strong wrench, she pulled the glass out of his hand and slammed it on the bar. Then she was swinging him over her shoulder like a writhing bag of snakes and marching out the door. Hopefully no one saw her flushed face in the dim light; she had an image to uphold.

Villain carried him that way for about a block before the stares became too much. People were going to think she was some sort of abductor, and maybe she was on occasion, but not tonight, and certainly not so plainly.

"Do you promise not to freak out if I carry you normally?"

By this point, Sidekick had gone limp, and his upset cries had dropped into a low, pathetic sniffle.

"We're going to try," Villain said despite the lack of an answer. "Don't freak out."

Villain carefully slid him off her shoulder, dropping one arm beneath his legs and repositioning him into a bridal carry.

"I...I don't want..." he trailed, blinking hard at her face. He stumbled over his words, getting nothing out but an incoherent jumble of sounds.

Villain sighed. So much for a nice date. Did he do this on purpose? Was it all an act? No. That was real fear. Real panic. Maybe there was something in the drink. Or maybe he just did really badly when drunk. He'd always seemed pretty put together on the job.

She glanced down at his blurry-eyed face, eyes drooping further and further with the lulling gait of her walk.

"Hey, don't fall asleep now, you need to tell me where you live."

Too late. His eyes closed completely and did not blink back open.

She jostled him a little. "Hey. Hey!"

No response, just a deep inhale of breath and a soft exhale.

"You little-- Ugh. Fine. You want to put yourself at my mercy? Go ahead. Be at my mercy. I'm kidnapping you for real. And when you leave in the morning, it's because I'm letting you. Got that?"

Sidekick snuggled against her arm.

Villain forced a glare at his peaceful, squished face. "Good. As long as we’ve got that settled. But you’re getting the couch.”

...

Uuuuugh. This was so hard. I planned more, but I think I'm just gonna call this part good and put the next bit in part three. I like these characters but they would not cooperate in this part. It's a little rough and not my best, but enjoy.

Part Three

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idontwanttospoiltheparty · 4 months

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“but my Hot Take is it totally was worthy of Album of the Year BEFORE John got killed.” Yes! As far as the songs are concerned it does kind of feel like an incomplete play because how do you go from I’m Moving On to Yes I’m Your Angel?? (I started out ironically liking this one now tralalala is the default ringtone in my brain). How would you rate the songs? :)

Just listened to the whole thing again to give a better answer. Fun birthday morning activity before I go brunching B)))))

(Just Like) Starting Over: Gorgeous. Fun. Beautiful. Immediately became one of my top John songs. The chords on this are gorgeous; masterful use of an augmented. Also the "but when I see you, darling" melody is perfect. This song just makes me incredibly happy. Also the bass is good :) 10/10

Kiss Kiss Kiss: I LOOOOOVE how much this messes with the previous vibe. It works so well. The opening guitars are v cool. Yoko's side 1 sound is so varied and does such cool blending of genres. Like there's a ska thing going on here? I am also lowkey um. kind of into her noises. 9/10

Cleanup-Time: this is definitely a silly-goofy song but it is suuuuuuuch a banger. I love the moments of high tension. "Now it begins" and the "well, well, well." bits. It adds a darkness to the song. The horn section went offffff. 9/10

Give Me Something: Absolutely Insane. the best use of Yoko's vocals and style imaginable. The production is immaculate. 10/10

I'm Losing You: Absolutely Insane Pt. II. The bridge bit "Now in the valley of indecision" is sooooo devastating (+ it's an obscure biblical reference! literary beatle At It Again). This song builds so well, I love how genuinely upset he sounds towards the end, breaking down on "Don't wanna hear about it!!!!" and generally how his voice gets nasty at certain moments. The song feels like slowly and extremely painfully discovering irreconcilable differences. The guitars in each verses breakdown moment sound like alarm bells. It's an immaculate breakup-or-almost song. The sound is so good, the harmonies are great. The guitar solo is crazy!!!!!! (it actually reminds me of George's work on How Do You Sleep? but without the cringe!!) THE PRODUCTION IS CRAZY OKAY?????? 10/10

I'm Moving On: the most insane follow-up to the previous song. He laid his deepest fears bear and she said "And What Of It???" The lyric "When you were angry you had love in your voice" keeps me up at night. But BANGER of a bassline and funky fresh nonetheless. Most effective song transition on the album and most of them are good to great! 9.5/10

Beautiful Boy: Absolute devastation aside, I must confess I find this song a little more boring musically. Though I do appreciate the adventurousness of the vocoder and the bridge is gorgeous. The outro is nice and really relaxing. 7/10

Watching The Wheels: I love John Lennon and I want him to be okay :( also the way the song slows down at the end of the chorus is soooooooo much to me. Like it hurts my heart. I like his talk-singing here, it really works for the vibe. The lyrics are kind of depressing despite the fact they're on the surface positive. But I think the question of what constitutes a happy life is interesting and deep at its core. 8/10

Yes, I'm Your Angel: I love that John is sharing an album with a granny song again. Nature is healing. I vibe with this and it suits Yoko surprisingly well. Tralala, as you say. But it's insane of Yoko to call John her fairy. Girl. STOP. 7/10

Woman: It's distinctly more boring than anything else John wrote for this album but I do enjoy it and find it sweet for the most part (aside from the horrors). The production reminds me a lot of Here, There and Everywhere. 6/10

Beautiful Boys: this is the least good one. It is just musically pretty uninteresting and the lyrics are kind of clunky. But the intro and instrumental bits sound cool tbh and I like how the production builds. "You've got all you can carry / And still feel somehow empty." OKAY???? 5/10

Dear Yoko: cute!! The sounds are very fun. "Even when I watch TV / There's a hole where you're supposed to be / There's no body lying next to me" is soooooooo much. I like the silly voice he puts on and I LOOOOVE the spoken bit at the end :((( 7/10

Every Man Has A Woman Who Loves Her: The production is good I just wish the song itself was better and it's too long. I like John providing backing vocals because it makes sense given the content. I feel like if this was just FASTER it would be great. The solo reminds me of ABBA. 6/10

Hard Times Are Over: I like this song!! It's sweet. The melodies are good, very cool playing between minor and major. I also like how the "over" ties back in with Starting Over. It works well as an album closer. Though Of Course, one begins to wonder what these hard times were exactly when the album cut off mid-conflict. Makes You Think. (This album gives me brainrot!!!!) Anyway I like Yoko's vocal here a lot and I like John joining on the refrains in the background :) 7.5/10

In conclusion: Double Fantasy good

#ask #anon #df #music talk

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Kronkk's fingers gripped the umbrella's handle tight enough to cut off circulation, like it were her lifeline, like she'd fall if she let go. She didn't know how long it'd been since Radicallyaligned walked away into the rain. Time didn't seem real anymore. Nothing was real anymore except this moment, this moment with this rain that swallowed the whole world in its deafening noise, and the throbbing ache in the balls of her feet, and the cold air that leaked through her coat, through her skin, to her bones. It was over. She had fucked up, and now Radicallyaligned was gone.

Her self-pity trance was disturbed by the insistent vibrations of her phone in her pocket. The buzzing was distant and dull, and her arm felt like lead as she moved it for the first time to try and grab her phone. The rest of her body remained frozen. Her feet were stuck to the ground and her eyes were stuck on that spot in the rain where Radicallyaligned had faded into the distance. She didn't stay that way for long, because the absolute inability of her stupid arm to do anything other than fumble around uselessly forced her out of her trance completely.

Feeling horrible and like she'd just been rudely awakened from a nap, she reached down with her umbrella-holding hand to awkwardly fish the phone out of her pocket. The screen was lit up and the caller ID was - right, Folx. Of course it was Folx. No one ever called Kronkk except her and Radicallyaligned, and Radicallyaligned wouldn't be calling her anymore. Not knowing what else to do, she picked up.

"Kronkk? What's going on? I called you a million times. Did something go wrong with the mission?" Folx's voice was grainy through the speakers, but it was warm and concerned and Kronkk felt tears well up in her eyes.

"Hi," she croaked, and then her brain processed Folx's words. The mission. The fucking mission. That was the whole reason for this mess, and she'd forgotten all about it.

"Hi," Folx said back, and it was grounding. Kept her vaguely in proximity to the realm of sanity.

"Uh, the mission is fine, but uh, it might be at risk because um... my girlfriend... my ex-girlfriend now, she found out about it and..." Kronkk couldn't continue. Calling Radicallyaligned her ex-girlfriend felt like swallowing razors.

Folx didn't answer for a second. Then, more strained than usual, "where are you now? Are you safe?"

"I'm on the street somewhere. I - I don't really know where I am, we were just walking... me and my girlfriend were walking, I mean. It's raining. I think I'm in a safe area."

Folx sounded upset, or sad, or some emotion that Kronkk was too broken to decipher at the moment, when she answered. "I can have Stana locate your phone so I can come and pick you up, is that okay?"

"Uh huh," said Kronkk on autopilot, not really listening, just desperately wanting to see Folx again - the only person left who really cared about her. She and Folx had met three years ago when Kronkk was first recruited as a spy for TERF, the feminist organization with plans to dominate the world. Folx was her age, but had a decade of experience as a spy where she had none. She was kinder and funnier than the other agents, and apparently she thought Kronkk was funny too, because she laughed at all of Kronkk's shitty jokes. They were friends now, real friends.

Kronkk had never told Folx about Radicallyaligned, or anything, really, about her life outside of TERF. Spies weren't supposed to share personal information with other spies, only with TERF higher-ups. It was for security or something. Belatedly, Kronkk realized she probably should not have shared the ex-girlfriend information. Whatever. In for a penny, in for a pound. She'd already fucked up the whole mission by letting Radicallyaligned find out about her involvement with TERF.

A few minutes passed. She slowly became aware of the stinging cold. Her hands, feet, and face were completely numb, and the rest of her body had this horrible tingling feeling that made her want to rip off her skin. The pain in her feet worsened, and just as she was about to sit down on the disgusting concrete, a truck appeared through the rain. It was a shitty Jeep, nondescript, typical of TERF. Kronkk staggered towards it, wincing at the pain in her feet.

The door opened and Folx jumped out. Like her savior. Like Christ or Moses or something. Kronkk wondered why there wasn't a halo around her head. Folx's eyes went comically wide at the sight of her, and it was then Kronkk realized how pathetic she must look. Sopping wet in the rain, nose running from cold, and an umbrella hanging uselessly by her side.

When Kronkk didn't make a move to get in and just stared dopily at Folx, Folx grabbed her arm and hauled her to the car, urging "get in, get in". Her gentle voice washed over Kronkk like lavender or coconut or something.

Folx shut the door and began to drive back to headquarters. "I'm sorry about what happened, Kronkk," she said softly. "They're going to interrogate you about it, and lecture you about endangering the mission and all that. You don't have to tell me anything, but if you need a... a shoulder to cry on or something, I'm here, okay?"

"Okay," said Kronkk, because she didn't have the strength to say more. Her head was leaned against the window, but she wasn't really looking out of it, because all you could see was rain. She was stuck in her head, thinking, thinking, thinking. About the mission and the consequences of fucking up like that and the betrayal on Radicallyaligned's face as she saw TERF communications on Kronkk's phone and where the hell Kronkk was going to go after this because she'd lived with Radicallyaligned and why Folx had sounded so sad on the phone and and and.

She didn't really mean to, but she spoke out loud. "Rad was right."

Folx's reflection in the window looked confused. "Is... was... Rad your girlfriend?"

"Yeah. She broke up with me because she saw TERF stuff on my phone while we were walking, and she said that even though she wasn't against what TERF was doing, she didn't want to be involved with such a dangerous lifestyle, and she said I lied to her and betrayed her trust, which she was right about. She was right about everything. I love her so fucking much but I fucked up and she's gone."

Folx was silent, which Kronkk was grateful for because she couldn't handle a conversation about it. But after a moment, Folx's small hand rested on Kronkk's shoulder, and it was exactly what she needed. Like a GPS, the barely-there weight of Folx's hand guided her back to herself. Her heartbeat became steady, just like it always did when Folx smiled at her or held her hand or laughed at a joke she'd made. And the pain of heartbreak hurt like hell, but it dulled enough that she could close her eyes and slip away, ever so briefly, into the bliss of sleep.

Anon i did a dramatic-ish reading of this I hope you don't mind also the other ladies thought it was funny too so I did it :)

@radicallyaligned @hunterfschafer

#im tipsy so bare with me <3 #ask #anon #voice reveal

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forevfangirlwrites · 2 years

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percabeth but their post-tlt dynamic :3

“They’ll go down in history.”

But what is history if not the thing made of the present? Aren’t we all penning our history now as we go along life? The actions and moments that will go down in the past begin with the present.

One day. One day they’ll set the standard, raise the bar. One day they’ll go down in history for who they are, what they’ve done, together.

But right now.

Right now, they’ve just started the journey, right now is the tentative first steps at perhaps nothing more than compatriotism. And then…friendship.

“Because you’re my friend Seaweed Brain, any more stupid questions?”

The words echo in his head now as he stares up at the ceiling, her email still displayed on his mother’s old laptop screen.

There’s a picture attached. She’s standing so assuredly with her arms crossed as if she owned the place. It used to annoy him.

And yet now all it does is bring a pang to his heart. It turns out, he misses her.

He doesn’t know what makes her different from Grover and the others. But he’d taken one long look at the email and the picture and felt a vague tug that he can’t really describe. Or explain.

A flash of light in the corner of his eye makes him scramble up.

“Hey Seaweed Brain.”

His mouth drops of its own accord as he stares at Annabeth through the Iris Message. It’s as if she knew he’d been thinking about her. The thought makes him blush.

“Um…hello? Do I have something on my face?” She’s scrunching up her eyebrows in the way that used to make him think she hated him. But she doesn’t, she can’t, or why would she have actually Iris messaged him like she had said?

“No, sorry, I’m just surprised,” he hastens to explain.

The frown turns into a raised eyebrow.

“What? Didn’t think I’d hold up my promise?”

“No it’s not that, I just—”

“I’m messing with you Seaweed Brain,” she replies, breaking out into a laugh.

Something in his stomach flutters again and he knows his blush is back.

“Haven’t gotten into trouble, have you?” she continues.

“Well…” he starts, sheepishly.

“Monsters?” she asks sharply, and he’s surprised to find concern laced in her features.

“No, no,” he replies quickly, “nothing like that, just mortals. What about you?”

She shakes her head. “No, thankfully. I think they’re all worried it might happen though.”

“You’ll let me know if something does though, right?”

He knows how delicate the situation is with her family, he knows she went home because of him, and he wants so desperately for it all go okay for her.

“Yeah,” Annabeth replies. “Tell me about the mortals, nothing too bad?”

She sits back and he realizes this must be her room, though all he can see is some grey curtains in the back. (He wishes he could see more of the place.) It’s clear she’d rather talk about him, so he indulges.

“Not the worse I’ve dealt with,” he replies. “Plus, I’ve made a friend.”

Another raised eyebrow, she really has perfected the look. “A friend?”

There’s something behind her tone that he can’t decipher. Maybe…wariness?

“Well, they pick on him so I kinda took him under my wing.”

Annabeth’s shoulders drop a little, as if she was carrying some tension. “Oh…that’s nice.”

He doesn’t know what incentivizes him to say what he does, but a second later the words are blurted from his mouth.

“Not replacing you, don’t worry.” He chuckles a little, trying to pass it off as a joke and wondering why he’s fighting another blush.

Annabeth breaks out into a smile and is that just the Iris message or are her cheeks a little pink too?

“I wasn’t,” she replies confidently, but he thinks she actually might have been.

Her image flickers and she lets out a sigh. “Guess the call is ending, glad to hear you’re doing okay Percy.”

He nods, sadness filling him, wishing he could keep talking to his friend.

“You too,” he replies. “I’m glad you’re doing okay too.”

He shifts a little and her eyes are suddenly trained on something behind him.

“Is that—”

Her words are cut off as the mirage abruptly disappears and he turns around to see what she was talking about.

The laptop.

Still open to her email, to the picture she sent. She’d seen it.

He buries his face in his hands, feeling his cheeks heating up and hopes she doesn’t find it weird. He tries to remember her expression. Had it been a smile?

Shaking his head, he quickly, closes out of everything and shuts the lid.

This is why Annabeth is different, he thinks as he gathers up the laptop to return it to his mom, it’s the feeling he gets in his stomach. He’d never blush this much in front of Grover.

Ultimately though, he’d just glad to have heard from her. To see her. It solidifies all the crazy things that happened last summer. It’s all true, it’s all real.

She’s real.

And she’d held up her promise.

The first step to writing that history, begins now.

READ MORE ON SEMANTICS OF LOVE 2

A/N: Thank you sending in the prompt! This was such a cute prompt to write because canon early Percabeth is just precious! Thanks again!

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phoenixiancrystallist · 8 months

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Because @cruelfeline has expressed excitement to meet my girl Knell, and also because I'm really proud of it and I want to share, who wants to see the opening sequence to my self-indulgent self-insert shenanigans? :3

1,024 words under the cut :D

The ground's not supposed to be that far away, and it's really not supposed to be getting closer.

Wham.

The first impact drove Bobbi's breath from her lungs and set stars dancing in front of her eyes, but despite that she scrambled to find something to grab and stop her fall, or at least slow it. No dice; rocks tore at her fingertips and she bounced down the face of a mountain to land on her side, bruised from head to toe and bleeding from various scrapes and gashes.

She flopped onto her back, breath labored and hissing as she assessed her pain to see what was broken. Clouds swirled through the deep blue sky overhead, thin and wispy but enough to cast shadows and save her eyes from the sun. Nothing made a sound save her and the wind groaning over the landscape.

No, nope, wait, that was her groaning.

"Fuck." On the bright side, nothing was broken. On the not so bright side: "Ow."

She raised her left hand to glare at the jewelry wrapped around it; the jewelry that started this whole mess. All she'd done is touch it!

Wound around her wrist, a silver bracelet etched with intricate designs trailed halfway up her forearm, culminating in three stylized suns. Its coils morphed into gracefully arced links that interconnected in a sinuous, radial pattern across the back of her hand. At first she thought the links continued the sun motif, but on closer inspection they looked more like birds. They connected to more silver coils that wrapped around her fingers, and capped her fingertips with thin silver talons.

Whatever else this jewelry was, it was beautiful, delicate, intricate, and apparently a fucking problem. She'd picked it up from its dusty little nook in a forgotten corner of an antiques shop and next thing she knew, she was falling out of the sky. Fucking booby trapped or something.

"What the fuck did you do to me?" she asked it. Not that she expected an answer; jewelry doesn't talk.

"I'm so sorry." Holy fuck, jewelry talks! Bobbi yelped and scrambled to her feet, but her brain caught up with her and no, no fucking way was that the bracelet. Seriously, jewelry doesn't fucking talk, so there had to be someone else here, and she spun in place a few times trying to find them. "Who—? Where—?"

"Down here, on your wrist," it—she, the voice—said, somewhere between sheepish and teasing laughter. Bobbi stopped dead and lifted her arm to look at the jewelry again.

"No." This isn't happening.

"Yes." Blueish white light coursed across the surface of the bracelet, and the metal rippled with the light.

"You talk?" What. The fuck.

The bracelet chuckled. "You are surprised? This is hardly the strangest thing to happen to you in the past several minutes."

"I— no, I think talking jewelry is definitely the weirdest part of this," Bobbi argued. She flexed her fingers and turned her arm, watched natural sunlight play over the metal. The blue only glowed when the bracelet spoke, apparently. "Are you why I got dropped off a cliff?"

"Apologies." If bracelets could blush, this one would be cherry red right now. "I'd meant to arrive in Cipal. Unfortunately, I've never been, so my aim was a tad off."

"A tad?" Bobbi closed her eyes and took a deep breath, tried to calm her racing heart. Stay calm, stay calm. Freaking out won't fix anything. "How... big of a tad are we talking?"

"No more than a few miles, at most. Not bad, on the scope of a whole world, if you think about it."

"I'm trying really hard not to, actually, thanks." Bobbi snuck the fingers on her right hand beneath her glasses to pinch at the bridge of her nose and rub the inner corners of her eyes. She's not going to cry, goddammit.

"So, um, why me?" That waver in her voice was not the verge of tears. Crying and freaking out can happen after she gets home. Or somewhere safe, whichever came first. Ideally, home.

"Ah. To be perfectly honest, I hadn't... exactly intended to bring you with me. Rather, I hadn't known that I would. My goal was simply to use your power to travel across worlds. My own power was insufficient to breach the barrier between, so, I needed to borrow the power of another to bridge the gap. Had I known that I would drag you along with, I'd have sought your permission first."

"Oh! Yay!" Bobbi said, her voice high and tight with restrained panic. Shit just kept getting better and better, didn't it? "Accidental kidnapping, just what I needed today!"

"I am very sorry," the bracelet said, now with the impression of consternation and shame. "I promise I will get you home, as soon as I can."

"Can't you just, like, slingshot us back? Ask someone else?"

"That would be ideal, wouldn't it." That wasn't a question, not even rhetorically. "Unfortunately, no. I waited six months, and you were the only one whose power I could use without... ill effect."

"'Power,'" Bobbi repeated, "you keep saying 'power,' what 'power'? I don't have any 'power!'" And she'd said that word so much now that it didn't sound real anymore.

"Don't be ridiculous." The sheepishness in the bracelet's voice got replaced with a bit of an edge. "Of course you do. Everyone has power, latent and dormant. Some more than others, and therein lies my dilemma. You were the first person in six months who had enough of that latent power that I could borrow what I needed without killing you."

That made Bobbi's blood run cold. "Oh. Uh, yeah, um, thanks for not killing me. Definitely think this is the better outcome."

"You're very welcome. Now, the sooner we get to Cipal, the sooner I can get you home. So, if you don't mind...?"

"Okay. Sure." Knowing that death had been a possibility sure made Bobbi a lot more amenable to whatever the bracelet had to say. "Um, where am I going?"

#bobbi's being weird again #self-insert shenanigans #WIPpets (WIP snippets)#oc: knell #forspoken #forspoken fanfic #gonna go write more of this now :D

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“…. that’s weird.”

meirin stared at the sigil of permission clutched in her hands, before looking up at the clear sky outside the window, as if it would yield the answer she was looking for.

is it because i have to be closer to liyue? no, she said she should be able to hear me from basically anywhere…

her hands straightened the talisman before closing her eyes. the smell of incense burning in the small censer wafted in the air, calming and sharpening one’s focus in their prayers.

“can you hear me? spring bringer, the doe of the geo archon’s eyes. the dream walker, the one who travels through dreams… my dear friend, this humble mortal requests for your aid.”

…

silence.

is she busy? no… even if she is, she would usually give me a sign—

CRASH!

the woman jolted, knees bumping hard against the table and sending the gold-lined censer toppling over. cursing under her breath, she straightened the item before limping a tad towards the direction of the kitchen, her knees throbbing from the impact caused by her reflexes.

“haitham, you okay??”

arriving at the scene, she saw the remnants of broken glass and coffee spilled all over the wooden floor. she stared in both worry and amusement at the way her lover glared at the cupholder in his hand, which clearly had failed its job in holding the now-shattered cup.

normally, she would be in a teasing mood, seeing the man so sulky without his coffee, but this time, dread settled at the bottom of her stomach.

what a bad omen, her mother would usually say in situation like these. by no means the young woman was a superstitious person — but this, coupled with how her friend wasn’t answering…

“babe.”

she received an irate grumble as the man stepped back from the mess to fetch the trash bin, “no, there’s no coffee left. i’ll have to brew you a new one.”

“that’s not it. let’s go to liyue.”

“….. provide a reasonable reason for me to write on my day off request.”

“you’re smarter than me. use your brain,” the woman tapped her index finger on her temple, grinning a little when he narrowed his eyes at her at the gesture she copied from him effortlessly, “anyway. liyue, tomorrow. get packing. we’re visiting my friend.”

i just hope she’s okay…

It must have made for an interesting sight, a handsome young man dressed in traditional Inazuman clothes, katana at his hip, walking side by side with a deer almost his size, with fur a soft brown, white and gold.

Together they trekked along Byakko plains, crossing streams and climbing small rocky hills, occasionally chatting but focusing on their goal of reaching Ritou. Foxes were common in the area and they stared at Crys with a mix of confusion and predatorial glee. It unnerved her a little, but mostly insulted her.

Crys had obviously not had a pleasant sleep but still felt well-rested enough from her previous time unconscious, if anything she was feeling rather restless and anxious, wracking her brain for answers to questions that seemed weirder and weirder still.

They rounded Konda village, not wanting to attract attention given Crys’… peculiar appearance, but set camp not too far away to eat something. Kazuha managing a quick trip to the village to exchange or buy some ingredients.

“They had some grain and um… vegetables? Not sure what you’d prefer.” He tells her rummaging a little bag, placing down a couple of small bowls as well.

She peeked at him. “What is that? Oh, more fried fish? Smells delicious, I love seafood!”

Kazuha blinked at her. He supposed it made sense, she’s no common deer...

They settle for lunch under a small low tree and thick shrubs, shielding them from the sun and from any traveler’s gaze. “So, you eat meat?” He asks. “Forgive me for assuming but I thought…”

“Don’t worry, I… actually do hehe. Though of course I wouldn’t touch venison.” She shivers.

“Venison?”

“Deer meat.”

“Ah.”

Her ears droop. “Mn, once when I was in Fontaine for some business dinner, we got served that since the staff hadn’t been announced beforehand. I was horrified and-”

She stops. Her new little teardrop pendant glows.

Kazuha stares at her. “Something wrong?”

“I remembered that… but then I… forgot.” She frowns. “His name… someone important was there with me. He…h-he’s…” Her voice breaks a little, the ever-present echo dimming down to a soft voice. The varunada lazurite dims just as well.

“It’s okay, take it easy, you remembered something at least. Little by little they’ll come to you, I’m sure.”

Crys shifts her eyes away, a little sad.

Kazuha does not like seeing her dejected demeanor.

He tidies things up a little and rests against the tree, pulling out a leaf, analyzing and folding it with precision before taking it to his lips.

And as he blows, a soft tune flows.

Crys stares at him for a moment and relaxes. Her eyes close and she breathes slow and calm. Maybe he’s right. Let the answers come to you… relax and empty your mind.

Don’t worry.

Everything will be fine.

Your friends, your loved ones, those important to you…

...

.......

...

The █ne who t█avels th█ou█h dream█…

My de█r frie█d…

Can you hear me?

Spring Bringer.

Once again, she breaks out of her trance with a startle “Spring Bringer!” She exclaims.

“Oh?” Kazuha stares at her. “What is-”

“That’s my name! That’s one of my names! Kazuha you were right!” She skips happily, rearing on her back hooves as if jumping for joy. “That is my adeptus name, it was bestowed upon me millennia ago.”

“It’s a beautiful name, very fitting.” Kazuha smiles softly, genuinely glad and happy for her.

“I am Spring Bringer! And I will make my master proud!”

"Loyalty and resilience... those are your marks, my dear Spring Bringer. You make us all proud."

“I-I cleared my mind and… and a friend was calling for me.” She calms down, panting. “She’s worried… oh no they're all worried for me...”

“Well I’d say we’re one step closer… both figuratively and literally, we can reach Ritou in a few hours if you’re up to it.”

“Yes! Let’s go!”

How strange….

It’s like I feel my powers returning, my memories…

As if part of me was back in place, fitting like a puzzle piece.

But there are still more questions…

A story woven in the breeze The doe skips, her name sings As told by the tune of leaves

@i23kazu ebg Jan 19-26

#rin friend #crys answers: ebg edition #Crys plays ebg #genshinblr january ebg 2024 #I mean ofc I knew one of my friends would guess/say this name sooner rather than later since welp #they already know it hehe #I still hinted at it before just in case but yeeaaahhh #but I have another thing up my sleeve

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bookworm-called-bear · 4 months

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What’s One More Pantheon?

“Um, Annabeth are you seeing this?” Those were the words out of my mouth that usually meant something bad was happening. But this time, I was mostly just confused.

In front of me was a one-winged massive black bird with sharp teeth tearing through manhattan. It was chasing a girl that I had never seen before and said girl was flanked by a guy a head taller than her. They were both in forest green shirts and black cargo pants, and the girl’s hair was tied up into a ponytail.

Now I was used to other Pantheons. I have a cousin-in-law (kinda) who was a Norse demigod and I have the number of a few Egyptian magicians. However this particular monster and these particular kids I had never seen before. I couldn’t even pick out their pantheon by their appearance if I tried. The girl has hair that was jet back but looked iridescent when the sunlight hit it just right. One of her eyes was the rich brown of soil and the other was a bright green. The boy she was with had hair so platinum it looked silver and eyes that matched.

“What Seaweed Brain?” Annabeth said, turning from her observation of the streets around them to see the odd scene that I had witnessed. The look of confusion on her face let me know that, she definitely didn’t really know what’s going on. Just when Annabeth was going to open her mouth, the girls eyes scanned to land on me. She narrowed her eyes before her entire face broke into a grin. She tapped her companion on the shoulder and started sprinting straight toward us.

Both Annabeth and I shifted towards our weapons. We were far too used to people being monsters and causing images to get us to help them only to try to eat us. What was really impressive was how much of a lead they had on the bird thing. The duo stopped right in front of us.

“V why the hell,” the guy started saying until the girl, V, shushed him.

“Hi,” she said, bright and cheerful, “you can see that giant bird right?” I nodded dumbly and she smiled even brighter, if that was possible.

“So they’re part of the group,” the guy said again, checking his shoulder at the bird. He was holding onto a bow with a lot of artistry and had a quiver over his back.

“No clue,” the girl says, “but he feels like Ocrimira and Duberdicus and I had a vision of him and his girlfriend a little bit ago.” The guy that V was with sighed slightly and shifted his bow to hold his hand out.

“Hello, I’m Mateo and this is Valeria. I would introduce myself properly but…” he gestured vaguely behind. “Val you might want to hurry up.”

“Oh, yeah, she said, turning away from Annabeth who had been having a hushed conversation with her, turning to me again. “You wouldn’t happen to have water on you, would you?”

Instead of answering verbally, I just pulled out a water bottle and handed it to her. She then handed it to Mateo and flicker her wrist where an axe appeared in her hand.

“Think you can shook that into his mouth? I’d hate to kill him but he’s been messed up so…” Mateo smiled and nodded at her before she grinned and ran right at the bird.

Now I’ve done some pretty impulsive things in my life, including run at a monster, but this girl might beat me out. She trusted two strangers to have water and not kill her or think she’s crazy and now she’s jumping to climb onto the one-winged bird, making her way toward it’s beak and jamming her axe in it’s beak to keep it open.

Mateo readied his bow and at Valeria’s thumbs up, shot the arrow and the water bottle into the crows mouth. As it hit the back of its throat Valeria grabbed the axe, the weapon disappearing from view as the massive bird turned into a murder of crows.

Me and Annabeth surged forward as we realized that Valeria was falling through the air. Mateo simply put a calming hand on my shoulder as the tree branches from the park nearby reached up and cradled her gently, bringing her back to the earth.

The three of us walked over to the park where Valeria was still in the tree, reassuring the branches that she was okay.

“See,” she said as she spotted us, “I’m with the boy and girl from the vision. And Teo is here and he’s always protected me. Can I come down now?” The branches, as if answering released her from their grasp and she slid down the tree. Kissing its trunk, she whispered her thanks before turning back to us.

“So, we need a proper intro. Breakfast?”

#percy jackson #percabeth #celtic #greek mythology #iberian peninsula #Iberian mythology #my children

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winderlylandchime · 6 months

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2/2 Mikey is now at Brian’s loft: ‘mike, fix the mess you made. Poor Bri Bri, he looks so bad (he now paused the episode to laugh at Brian’s Chernobyl line. He is so easily impressed with Brian) mike..i doubt he will ever eat chicken soup, he barely eats. FOR FUCKS SAKE BRIAN STOP BEING A BITCH AND ACCEPT SOME HELP. *lets out an actual gasp* IS MIKEY GONNA STAND UP FOR JUSTIN?! TELL HIM MIKE! YES HE IS HIS LOVER! YES! FINALLY MIKE, THAT WAS A SHITTY WAY TO TREAT HIM! I cannot believe im about to say this but mikey..you might have officially made it off my shit list forever.’ Brian says Justin wouldve left anyway ‘what the fuck? Says who? He wouldnt leave you! I cant decide if this is his anger over cancer or what but dudeeeeee stop it! Go back to Justin, if not for you, do it for me’ And we are at Drew’s party ‘im sorry what did he just say? What a piece of shit. Spit in his food. Oooor talk to him..i guess that’s more mature. Yeah, tell this little bitch that he’s a little bitch!’ ‘Im sorry but i just doubt that Lindsay would miss these classes! I mean come on she was all insane over being a mom in the beginning? What is this bullshit? Its giving straight men vibe, you know what I mean?’ And we are at Mikey and Justins scene ‘COME ON BLONDIE STOP BEING STUBBORN AND GO TO OUR MAN! There is no way he’d just let him go like that when Brian is sick. This is bullshit. MIKE DO SOMETHING. (Justin says brian being sick doesnt concern him anymore and he pauses tv) what the fuck is this bullshit?! Nah. Maybe if something horrible happened, id get this. Id even get this during the *makes a grossed out face* ethan era but now? Fuck no. Our boyfriend has cancer and he’s just chill? After he cried and held him the way he did?! Who the fuck wrote this shit? *clicks play* TELL HIM MIKE! fucks sake Justin! Use your big brain! Exactly Mike! GO TO HIM JUSTIN, OH COME ON!!!’ And we are at lindsay and sam scene ‘oh for fucks sake. What is this bullshit and why do I have to suffer it? My baby Bri Bri is sick, my baby Blondie is being stubborn and not listening to me and they think I care about whatever this is.’ He just fake gagged and made a grossed out face to sam and lindsay hugging. And we are at Ben/Mike scene ‘you know what? I never thought id say this but Mike deserves better. He’s been so supportive of Ben and even kept quiet about his own success only for this dick to be a dick to him. I now like mike so he deserves better.’ And we are at Drew/Em scene!! ‘Ugh him again. Fuck you dude bro. Emmett be careful! Something is off about this guy. (Drew makes a move on Emmett) um..what is going on? THIS IS WHAT THAT JUSTIN AND BRIAN FIGHT SCENE WAS SUPPOSED TO LOOK LIKE! Wait..what the fuck dude? I thought he was straight? Okay get it em..i think’ and back to Ben and his student ‘i dont like this shit. What the fuck is this shit? Why is everyone acting so fucking weird and stupid?’ ‘BRIAN! You’re supposed to be resting. He looks like shit. Bri, go home please and call Justin. *he giggled like a little kid* i like how Ted and I both call him Bri. Yes, go home and call JUSTIN FOR FUCKS SAKE! (Brian walks in his loft to Justin cooking) JUSTIN! BLONDIE IS HERE!!! HE MADE HIM SOUP! Brian stop being a bitch! YES BLONDIE TELL HIM. (justin snapped at Brian) OH MY GOD! TELL HIM BABY! YOU GO GIRL! EXACTLY HE CANT HANDLE THIS ON HIS OWN! YOU GO BABY! YEAH BRIAN WHY WOULD YOU THINK HED LEAVE! Babies, before this goes bad, how about none of us leave? *stands up and literally puts his hands in the air and claps* YES GET YOUR ASS BACK IN BED AND EAT CHICKEN SOUP! I guess he will eat soup. HA! Remember when Debbie said he met his match?’ He then paused on Britin in bed at the end and walked to the tv and pointed at it while looking at me and went ‘THIS! THIS IS ALL I WANT! Is that too much to ask for? Now give me the next episode!’

I cannot believe im about to say this but mikey..you might have officially made it off my shit list forever.

Forever is a long long time, I’m curious how he’s going to react to S5 Mikey…

Lindsay would absolutely not miss the birthing classes. That was so out of character. CowLip really did not care what they did with their lesbian representation.

Ben is such a shit in this whole storyline. Michael has the bad luck to be with men who seemingly like him partially because his career is less impressive than their (Dr. David I’m looking at you.) Toxic masculinity, you even infect the queer men.

Okay his entire reaction to the chicken soup line (YOU GO GIRL) just made my night.

Brian did meet his match in Justin. That’s why they are OTP.

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023

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