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Ambrose and Elliot #10
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Warnings: implied past non-con with multiple abusers
They left Hearthwood Inn after the dishes were washed. Mas- Ambrose locked the doors and led him into town. He’d had to borrow an old pair of Ambrose's shoes. They were too big, and he only just managed to keep up with Ambrose’s long stride.
Hearthwood was on the main road, but set aside from most of the village. The inn was the first building Elliot had come to, and he’d only seen the rest of it from the windows.
There was an old weathered sign someone had freshly painted: ‘Little Wood’ in neat black letters. Under that read ‘welcome’ but it was faded. Maybe they’d do it later.
The street was cobblestone and there were smooth grooves where lots of people had walked for years and years. Not many people were out at the shops, but the few Elliot had seen waved at Ambrose while they passed. The strangers looked at him a little too long for comfort, and he pressed himself closer to Ambrose. He was his master now and he’d keep Elliot to himself. Hopefully.
His old master shared him with his friends, but never outsiders. Ambrose didn’t seem to have friends like that.
Ambrose took him to a shop larger than most of the ones Elliot had glanced at. A little brass bell rang when they went in.
The walls were lined with shelves overflowing with fabrics of all colors. He couldn’t tell immediately how it was organized, and his stomach began to turn. His eyes wandered around the room. There was a stack of furs in one corner and jars of pigments sat on the floor near another basket of rough cotton. There was a trio of mirrors in the middle of the room, the left and right slightly tilted towards the center.
“Katie, are you here?” called Ambrose.
“I’m in the back! Hold on!” came a muffled voice. Ambrose sighed, and he heard some thuds and distant shuffling. Eventually the woman, who must be Katie, came into view. Her hair was in a messy bun. A long measuring tape was draped over her shoulders, and eyeglasses hung from a chain around her neck.
“Good morning, Ambrose! Good morning, person-I’ve-never-seen-before!” she said, her voice bright. Elliot moved slightly behind Ambrose. “What brings you into today?”
“Morning, Katie. I need a fall and winter wardrobe for Elliot. A few items to deal with the lingering heat, too.” explained Ambrose. “I’ll pay for expediency, too.”
Katie’s gaze zeroed in on Elliot in a second, and his heart began to pound.
“Hi, Elliot! It’s sooo nice to meet you! Do you know your measurements?”
Elliot shook his head.
Kaite clapped her hands. “Perfect! I love measuring new people,” she sighed, dreamy. “This way, please!” She gestured towards the mirrors.
Ambrose squeezed Elliot’s hand once, and it did help a little. Ambrose went with him, snagging a stool to watch Katie.
She guided him to stand just right, and plucked off her measuring tape.
“Have you ever done this before?”
“No, ma’am.”
“Okay, so, I’m gonna touch this tape to you, like, a lot. I’ll write everything down and then we’ll start talking colors, style, fabric, allll that. All you gotta do is stand like usual and stay still. Mkay?” Katie’s voice was still bright, but thankfully not as loud.
“Um,” he glanced over at Ambrose, who nodded his approval. “Okay.”
Katie was fast, and Elliot could barely keep track of her position. She moved him around a couple times, like adjusting his arms to check a something-or-other, but she was pretty much keeping the tape between him and her fingers. She kept her pen in between her teeth and wrote like lightning in her little notebook.
She ran into trouble a couple times. He was wearing the clothes Ambrose had given him, and she had to work around the extra fabric. Thankfully she didn’t seem to mind, and let him keep them on.
“So you want a full wardrobe for fall and winter, right?” Katie asked him.
“Yes, please,” said Ambrose from the corner.
“Great, so are you a skirt fan or pants only? I’ve got some great patterns for fall skirts but you’d need, like, stockings or something if you want winter ones too.”
Elliot hadn’t thought of that. He’d never worn a skirt or dress before. He liked the way skirts looked on other people, but the idea of easy access made his gut clench.
“Um. No thank you, ma’am.”
“No worries! I always ask, ‘cause you never know, but just pants are fine. So I’m thinking, like, a couple pairs of looser pants around the leg and a few more form fitting so you can wear two layers in the winter and single in the fall. And only a few shorts, I can always make more when spring rolls around. A variety of short and long sleeve shirts, obviously, and do you want any formalwear?” Gods she talked fast, too.
“Uh-”
“Maybe some other time, Katie.” interrupted Ambrose, to Elliot’s relief.
“Great, so like, do you need socks and underwear?” Elliot nodded, flushed, and Katie jotted it down.
“I’ll get you a wool coat too, and some scarves. Gloves or mittens?” Elliot shrugged.
“Both then. I’ll get you larger mittens so you can tuck gloves into them, and you’re really thin, like, all over, so like are you planning on that changing ‘cause I can totally make your clothes a size larger and hem them so you don't have to buy new ones, I can just let them out, okay?” she said, all in one breath, and Elliot’s head began to spin trying to understand. It was so much.
“That would be wonderful, Katie.” said Ambrose.
“Great. Thoughts on color? Style? I have some ideas, but I thiiink you’d look great in-” she went on, but Elliot couldn’t keep up.
Katie looked at him, expectantly, and Elliot gulped. Ambrose didn’t save him this time.
“Maybe, uh, simple things? M’sorry I don’t- I don’t know.”
“That’s fine actually, I’m good but not, like, fashionista good, so I can get this all to you, like, really fast 'cause it's simple. Favorite color?”
“Green?”
“Perfect. I’ll do, like, cotton and wool if that’s good, or do you want silks and linens and stuff too, cause Mr. Fancy-pants over there loves the good good stuff, ya know? He practically gave me this shop with all the gold he spent when I started out-”
“Katie, please,” Ambrose rolled his eyes, smiling. “We have a lot of errands today.”
“Yeah, yeah, gotcha. Cotton and wool will be faster anyway. No shipping involved. Okay, I’m finished. I’ve already got some stuff made for the season, so I’ll alter things and send that over first.”
Katie stepped away, and she began to discuss prices with Ambrose. Elliot waited by the door to calm himself. How did one person have so much energy?
“Alright,” said Ambrose, rejoining him. “Let’s get you some proper shoes.”
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luck of the irish
katie mccabe x reader
i’m having sm trouble writing rn that i feel like i’m just rambling when writing at this point. hope it makes sense for y’all
part 2 part 3
———
“Come on. Please. For me?” You ask the two people on a video call with you
Your best friends, Selena and Taylor, and you are having a virtual hangout, seeing as you all live in different places.
“What’s in it for us?” Selena asks, taking a sip of her wine.
“Absolutely nothing, but you get to go to England.”
“And what are we gonna do? Sit and watch you ogle your girlfriend for like two hours.”
“Exactly.”
“Stop teasing me. You can’t hardly blame me though, my girlfriend is hot. And y’all are just bitter that you’re single.”
“Hey! I’m not anymore.”
“Shocker!” You say sarcastically. “You’ve been going to your boyfriend’s games so much and brought us with you, now it’s my turn.”
“Sel, you need to get yourself an athlete.”
“I know.” She whines, extending the ‘o’. “You guys need to set me up with someone.
“You might catch the eyes of some footballers if you come here.”
“We’re gonna be in so many news headlines.”
“Just gotta make sure we don’t look stupid in them.”
———
The Arsenal Women’s team are all on the pitch, warming up for their match. All of a sudden, the crowd throughout the stadium starts cheering, confusing all the players and staff on the pitch.
Looking all around, the crowd is watching the big screen. There you are, with your two best friends, all completely oblivious to what’s happening. The three of you were too preoccupied doing the marshmallow game to notice all the eyes on you. Well, to be fair, you all grew up with eyes always on you that you all learned to block it out.
“Stop fucking it up Taylor. You’re like the whole music industry, where’s the rhythm?”
“Fuck you! I don’t have to listen to you. You’re not my Mom.”
“Okay! Let’s just try it again okay?”
“I’ll start. One marshmallow.”
“Check it out.”
“Woo.”
Down on the field, Katie watches the big screen, not being able to stop the huge grin of amusement on her face.
“Dude! There’s no way that’s actually Y/N Y/LN, Selena Gomez and Taylor Swift.”
“I mean, if you open your eyes you would see that it actually is.” Caitlin shoves Katie away because of her sarcastic response.
———
Nothing really happens for the first half, but as soon as the second half starts, Arsenal in playing like they’ve got some fresh pairs of legs on them.
“Now I understand why people watch sports.” Taylor says loudly.
“Dates an athlete and is now obsessed with sports.”
“Oh, shut up.”
“But seriously. I’ve never watched a sport on my life until I met Katie. And it’s a plus she looks hot doing it.”
———
We’ve got McCabe, Katie McCabe I just don’t think you understand she plays out on the wing, she hits it with a zing we’ve got Katie McCabe
You started chanting with all the fans, encouraging your friends to join in.
“C’mon guys! Just like I taught you!”
———
Arsenal eventually won from a banger from McCabe, who was now getting interviewed.
“Katie, good game today. You scored the game winning shot, how’d that feel?”
“Oh, em, I was just doing what I usually do. But I’ve actually got my girlfriend here, so I had to put on a bit of a show for her.”
“Oh! Wow! Well, thank you for your time Katie.” The reporter says a bit shocked at the news.
Katie walks into the locker room, everyone is just sat at their cubby, cooking down from the match, when a knock is heard from the door.
“You girls decent?” Jonas’ voice comes through the door.
“Yeah!”
“Alright, well, we’ve got some guests that would love to meet you all.”
You, Taylor and Selena walk through the door being met by the whole team. The team fan girls for a bit, the team’s social media videographer catching it all on camera.
After greeting everyone, you walk over to where Katie is still sat in her cubby and place yourself on her lap, her arms immediately wrapping around your waist.
Her teammates are too preoccupied with Selena and Taylor to notice the two of you, but both your friends know you like to wander off, instantly noticing you weren’t next to them anymore.
Looking around, she sees you with your girlfriend whispering in her ear that has her biting her lip.
“Oh my god! Stop flirting in front of other people please!” Taylor speaks out, grabbing the attention of everyone in the room.
“You’re just mad cause your man who’s not your man is off playing fake football and not with you.”
“Oh, she got you there.” Selena laughs at Taylor’s offended face, giving you a high five.
“We’re no longer friends.” Taylor pouts, crossing her arms across her chest.
“You’ll get over it cause you love me.” You wrap her in a hug, Selena joining in. “Okay, enough of that. Can we all take a group picture?” You ask the Gunners. “I’ve gotta cook dinner.”
After the photo, the three of you bid farewell to the team, you giving Katie a quick kiss and a ‘see you later.’
“Actually, can I go with you? I’ll just shower at home.” Katie asks, packing her things.
“C’mon. Bye guys!” You wave at everyone.
“See you soon!” Katie leaves after you.
The team was silent for a bit after the four of you left, not knowing how to process that their Irish teammate has a girlfriend and who her girlfriend is.
“That was unexpected.”
“Indeed.”
“How’d Katie get a girl like her?” Beth asks, not quite understanding.
“It’s probably the luck the Irish have.”
“And Y/N is her pot of gold.”
“Damn.”
#woso x reader#greynatomy#woso#woso imagines#woso imagine#katie mccabe#katie mccabe x reader#katie mccard
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The way people are reacting to what happened to LJ and Millie Turner is exactly what I was expecting. People claim football is inclusive, and everyone gets the chance to feel respected and be able to play safely. But you only defend and protect the people that fit into your standards. They will only defend the people they like or share traits with. White supremacists aren't even trying to cover up their disgusting ideologies.
Turner posted a picture of James 'headlocking' her in the game. It didn't happen, LJ wanted the ball so she came from behind, Millie bent down which made it look like LJ was headlocking her. Not only did she post that knowing the amount of racial abuse and criticism LJ gets for simply breathing, she also commented and liked comments about it being a 'proper headlock'... no it wasn't. And she knows that.
Yet I hadn't seen many speaking about this here, do you guys suddenly not care about players being mistreated and racially abused because they're not white? What happened to all those fans harassing Korbin for excluding and disrespecting the queer community? Is football truly inclusive and for everyone like how you guys claimed it to be? Or is it suddenly not harmful or serious because it doesn't fit into YOUR beliefs?
Claiming LJ is aggressive with actual proof of fouls she committed is understandable, but posting pictures with no context and making it seem like she was trying to harm you is DISGUSTING. Those random Arsenal fans that love McCabe so much always bring the fact 'ohh but Katie never injured a player'... okay? And did LJ do that? Because last time I checked, when she does commit a foul, the player is hurt for a few minutes but continues playing like normal with no minor or serious injuries. You guys can't even find the right excuses to defend your racist thoughts lol. And if you're a McCabe fan, don't bother coming here and explaining why you hate LJ. I'm not listening to your ass. I truly respect McCabe, but I don't like her fans that HATE LJ (if you're a McCabe fan and you don't actively harass LJ... then this isn't for you).
Players from her OWN English squad liking and commenting is absolutely disgusting too. They can see the racial abuse their own teammate is experiencing but they're white ass don't care because again... what was I expecting from them? Of course they wouldn't. And Now that Turner is getting a lot of blacklash, she didn't delete the post. She kept that photo but turned off the comments.
I will always defend LJ, and I will always stand with football being for everyone. But some of you guys are hypocrites.
#barclays wsl#wsl#women's super league#chelsea fc#chelsea women#chelsea women fc#woso#woso community#manchester united#millie turner#lj#lauren james#man utd#man united#Manchester united women
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How the Web Was Woven: Chapter 2
A/N: Time for the second chapter in this time-traveling/soulmate AU! This is a reader insert Elvis x fem!reader. I had an absolute blast writing this chapter. I really hope y'all enjoy it!
PS- thanks, as always, to my besties @ccab and @elvisfatass for listening to me scream about this series and helping me when I ask!
Need to catch up? Here's my Masterlist.
Warnings: 18+ minors DNI! Drinking alcohol, lots of kissing, cussing, erections, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie... I think that's all.
Word count: ~5.5k
Maybe he'll just stay with you forever.
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When you get back to the dorm, Elvis is all in a tizzy over your music. He wants to hear more, so you give him your iPod.
"What is this?"
"It's music. Here." You put the headphones over his ears and push play.
"Your records must be tiny!" He hollers over the sound of the music and you laugh.
"No records. The music is digital."
"Digital?"
"Oh man. How do I explain this? Just trust me. All the music is saved inside this thing."
"How many songs are in it?"
"It holds, like, thousands, but I think I have around 500. I don't buy as much music as I should." His mouth drops open and he looks down at the iPod.
"Can I take this back with me?"
"Absolutely not. But you're welcome to use it while you're here." He has another wave of hoping he never leaves.
"I love this." You can't help but smile at how excited he is.
"Okay, I need to get ready. I'm going to a friend's house for a game night tonight. Do you want to come with me?" He can't hear you over the music pumping through the headphones. You tap on his shoulder and he uncovers his ear.
"Huh?"
"Do you want to come with me to a friend's house for game night?"
"Oh, sure. I don't want to stay here by myself." Truthfully, he doesn't want to spend a minute away from you.
He goes back to listening to his music while you get ready. Watching you fix your hair and do your makeup is endearing to him. You realize he's staring as you swipe on your black eyeliner pencil.
"What?"
"Nothing. You're just real pretty." You feel your cheeks get hot.
"Thanks." You smile nervously. They definitely didn't exaggerate about how charming he is. Still, his presence is comforting for some reason and you'll miss him when you finally figure out how to get him home. That'll be your project tomorrow, though. Tonight's challenge will be introducing him to your friends without him finding out too much about himself.
When you're ready, you look over him to make sure he's not going to stand out too much. You get to his hair and frown.
"We need to do something about your hair."
"I can tell you right now what we're going to do. Nothing. My hair is fine." He moves his hands to his head protectively. He used half of your can of hairspray this morning fixing it. He's not going to let you touch it now.
"Okay, but no one does their hair like that anymore. You need to make it do this." You gesture to a poster on your wall of Joe Jonas with his hair in his face.
"No. Not happening." You laugh and reach up to tousle his hair and he grabs your wrists, laughing with you and hollering, "NO!"
He wrestles your hands back behind your back and pins you up against him. When he looks down at you, breathing heavily, you both stop laughing. The air between you is electric and he starts to lean in. His lips are almost to yours when there's a knock on your door.
"Y/n! Are you ready?" Katie busts through the door and Elvis lets go of you quickly. "Oh, God, I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were still here."
"Yeah, he's gonna be here for a bit. Is that okay?" You look at her with an awkward smile.
"Fine by me, as long as you two aren't too loud. These walls are thin, you know." You and Elvis both blush and she laughs. "We better go. I need to stop by the liquor store on our way there."
You nod. Luckily, Katie is 21, so you never have to worry about how to find alcohol for your parties. She walks out of your room and you look back at Elvis.
"I don't really drink." He shrugs.
"I know. It's okay. I hope you don't mind if I do."
"No it's- wait, how do you know?" You smile awkwardly again.
"I might've understated how much of a fan my grandma was. I know... things... about you."
"Like what else?!"
"Don't worry about it." You try to ignore your almost-encyclopedic knowledge of him.
"Come on, lovebirds! Let's go!" Katie hollers from the living room. Elvis takes your hand and you head out there to her. He's nervous, both to meet your friends and because you seem to know more about him than he does.
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"Guys, this is John. We met in Tupelo. He's staying here with me for a while. Be nice, please." You say sternly as you look around the room at your friends. They introduce themselves and shake his hand. Your friend Ashley doesn't waste any time noticing his appearance.
"You look just like Elvis. Man, y/n, you have a type, don't you?" You laugh awkwardly.
"Yeah, John is a big fan of Elvis too. Hence the hairstyle." Elvis soaks in how commonplace it is for these people to talk about him. How do they all seem to know him?
You quickly change the subject before someone says something about him that he doesn't need to hear.
"So, games? I need a drink." You walk to the kitchen with Elvis in tow to fix yourself a beverage. He watches as you look through the liquor bottles.
"What are you looking for?"
"I'll know it when I- ah ha!" You settle on a bottle of Malibu coconut rum. Then, you open the fridge and pull out a bottle of pineapple juice and mix them together in a Solo cup. You take a sip and revel in the sweetness and he just watches you curiously.
"Can I try that?"
"Thought you didn't drink?"
"It's 2007. I think I can live a little." You hand him the cup and he takes a gulp and then looks at you wide-eyed. "That tastes like dessert!"
"You like it?"
"Yes. This one is mine." You laugh and make yourself another drink. This could get interesting.
Katie calls to you from the living room that it's time to start the first game. The evening passes and you play through a board game and a round of charades. He has you make him two more drinks and you notice his laugh gets louder and he touches you more. He's not drunk, but he's certainly feeling a little relaxed. You're not complaining, though, because you've had the same number of drinks and he is looking more and more irresistible.
You settle in to be a team for a trivia game and he wraps his arm around your shoulders and kisses your cheek. You giggle a little and lay your head against him. Katie watches the two of you and smiles. She knows how you've been alone for a long time. It's nice for her to see you happy, even with this stranger you picked up mysteriously in Tupelo.
"Oh, this seems unfair. It's a pop culture card." Your friend Brandon holds up a card with questions to ask the two of you. "Topic is Elvis Presley." Elvis whips his head toward you and laughs. He can't believe he's a whole card in this game. You don't think much of it when Brandon reads the first question.
"What year did Elvis buy Graceland?" Elvis sits up and hollers.
"1957!" Then, it hits you that there might be something on that card that he shouldn't know. Suddenly, you dive across the table and grab the card from Brandon, sending game pieces flying, before he can read the next question.
"Hey! What the hell?" Brandon yells.
"It's uh, an unfair advantage. Just pick another card."
"Seriously? Come on, y/n."
"Pick another card. Please." Elvis looks at you strangely and tries to take the card from you. You shake your head and put it in your pocket. The game continues and you try not the think about the fact that he almost had to answer a question about the year he died.
At the end of the trivia game, you decide it's time to head home. It's after midnight and you're not sure Elvis should have another drink. Katie agrees since she has to drive home. As you're walking to the car, Elvis wraps his arms around you from behind and kisses your cheek again.
"That was fun. 2007 is fun." He whispers in your ear. He's obviously a little drunk, but so are you, so you don't argue. Instead, you turn to face him and throw your arms around his neck, stumbling backwards.
"We have a good time." When you get to the car, he presses you up against it with his body and looks down into your face. He leans down and presses his lips to yours gently. It feels like someone has lit your insides on fire in the best way possible.
"Get in the car, lovebirds." Katie yells at you from the driver's seat. He backs off of you and opens the door for you to slide into the back seat together. It doesn't take long for him to pull you into him and kiss you again. This time, it's an open-mouth kiss and his tongue dips in to move against yours. You begin to make out pretty heavily, his hands moving over your body.
"Hey! No sex in my backseat!" You hear Katie holler from the front. You both start to laugh and he kisses down your neck, muttering.
"No promises." Luckily, it's a short drive back to the dorm, so he doesn't get much further, but the elevator ride is not very much fun for Katie. Finally, you're back to your room and you stumble in laughing and kissing in turns.
"Elvis, wait." He pulls back and looks at you with his heavily-lidded bedroom eyes.
"Yes, honey?"
"Nothing, I just... I'm gonna go to the bathroom." He sits on the side of your bed and watches you walk away.
In the bathroom, you go and then stare at yourself in the mirror. You have an opportunity here to live a dream you've had since you were old enough to know what sex is. But it feels wrong to do it like this, with both of you drunk. You steel yourself for how you're going to tell him no and then open the door.
It turns out you don't have to worry about it, though, because he's fallen fast asleep on your bed, fully clothed. You sigh and then go to take his shoes and his belt off. You change into pajamas and climb into the bed next to him, taking a minute to just look at him. He really is as beautiful as you thought he would be. Pictures didn't do him justice. You reach out and run your fingertip across his brow and down his nose. This is a miracle.
Just then, he rolls over and puts his arms around you, pulling you in close to him. He kisses your forehead and whispers.
"G'night, honey."
You settle in for another night in his arms. Tomorrow you need to try to find a way to get him home, but tonight, he's yours.
******
When you wake up in the morning, Elvis groans and pulls you in close to him.
"Good morning." You say quietly. He groans again and you realize he must be feeling his drinks from last night. You go to roll out of bed and he grabs you and holds you tighter.
"No, don't leave." He whines.
"I'm going to get you some water. It'll make you feel better; I promise." He nods and lets you go.
When you come back with the water, he's sitting up on the side of the bed with his head in his hands.
"Thank you." He takes the water and gulps it down.
"You'll feel better after some food. Take a shower and let's go get breakfast." He agrees and makes his way to the bathroom. You have a half-second fantasy of asking if you can get in with him, but you shake your head and get rid of that thought. You need to focus on trying to find a way to get him home.
******
After eating breakfast, you both feel a lot better. You start to brainstorm ideas for what to do.
"What if we go back to where you showed up?"
"That's an idea." He looks down at his hands. He doesn't want to tell you that he'd rather stay, at least for a little while longer.
"Okay, well, let's try that today. You'll need to put your suit from the concert back on. You can't wear these clothes in 1957." He nods and you notice how quiet he is.
"You okay?"
"Yeah. I just... I'm not sure I'm ready to go back."
"Elvis, you have to. You don't have a choice." He nods again and looks up at you, reaching across the table to put his hand on yours. He rubs small circles on the back of your hand with his thumb.
"Do I have to go today?" The way he feels about you makes him never want to go.
"We don't know how long we might have to get you back. We need to try."
"Okay." He gives you a sad smile, pats your hand, and stands up, stretching and yawning. You make your way back to the dorm for him to change before you head to Tupelo.
******
When you get to the fairgrounds, you go back to where you were when he ran into you, or at least to the best of your memory.
"Now what?" He looks at you anxiously.
"I don't know. I've never done this before. You're the one who time-traveled. What did you do?"
"All I did was come down the stairs of the stage and try to find a place backstage to... well... I was backstage."
"Okay, but was there anything different about this show that hadn't happened before?" He blushes and thinks about the massive erection he had when he came off the stage. Surely that's not related.
"Not really, no."
"Nothing at all?" He looks at you exasperated. You have to remember.
"There was one thing. You really don't know what I'm talking about? Please don't make me say it."
"Oh! Oh my God. Yes. I remember." You laugh out loud and he rolls his eyes.
"I don't think that has anything to do with the time travel." He mutters.
"We don't know that. What if it does?"
"That makes no damn sense, y/n." He puts his hands on his hips.
"Okay, but we need to try to perfectly replicate the circumstances. So, y'know, get after it." You gesture to his crotch and try really hard not to laugh as he stares at you.
"I can't just make it happen!" His face is bright pink and you're about to die from suppressing laughter. You stand and stare at each other for a bit, not sure what to do next.
"Well."
"You could help me." He gets a devilish look in his eyes and you shake your head frantically.
"Noooooo, that's, I can't..."
"You had no problem last night getting me there." Now it's your turn to blush.
"Elvis!"
"It's true! This is your idea!"
"Okay? Never mind. You're right. This has nothing to do with the time travel."
"Now, we don't know that. We have to perfectly replicate the circumstances. That's what you said." He takes several steps towards you and you feel the energy build between you. You look up at him as he gets closer and puts his hands on your hips. "We have to try."
He leans down and kisses you gently a few times before the passion takes over and you throw your arms around his neck and slide your tongue into his mouth. Before you know it, you're both locked in a tight embrace, kissing deeply with your bodies pressed together. After a few minutes you pull back, breathing heavily.
"Is it working?" He shifts his hips and presses his erection into you.
"What do you think?" He kisses you again with a new desperation. There's a big part of him that starts to get worried that this will work. It definitely feels like you're on the right track, even if neither of you can explain it.
But other than a slight electricity and buzzing sound, nothing happens.
You get to the point where if you keep kissing, he's going to lay you down on the ground and have his way with you right there, and he almost does, but another group of tourists comes into view.
"Shit." He hisses and fixes his dick so that it's up under his belt again. You breathe deeply and smooth your hair.
"Let's go. This isn't working." He says a silent prayer of thanks and nods. You head for your car before the group of tourists can spot him and ask to take pictures or something, assuming he's the most effective tribute artist of all time.
In the car, he looks over at you from the passenger seat and smiles.
"So now what are we doing?"
"I have no idea. I'm supposed to go out with my friends tonight. I'm not sure you should come."
"Why not? I promise I won't get drunk again."
"No, that's not it. I just... we're going to a club. I don't think it's going to be your scene."
"What kind of club?" A nightclub doesn't sound so bad to him.
"A hip-hop club."
"Hip what?" You roll your eyes and laugh. Sometimes he sounds like your grandpa.
You rifle through the cds on your visor and pull one down that's labeled "rap mix" with some doodles drawn on it in sharpie. When the bass beat hits, he looks at you with his eyes wide.
"Is this-"
"Music made by Black people, mostly." You cut him off before he can say something indicative of the time he came from.
"And you listen to it?"
"Oh yeah. We don't really... separate... like it used to be. Things have changed quite a bit..." His eyes light up.
"I wondered, since your friends were... not all white..." You forgot that it might've been a little shocking to him to see how diverse your group of friends was last night. Still, he seemed to take it in stride.
"Anyway, we're going to a place where they play this kind of music and people dance."
"I like to dance."
"This is gonna be dancing like you've never seen before."
"Everything here is like nothing I've ever seen before."
"You promise you won't get all weird and judgy?" He puts his hand on his heart.
"I promise. How bad can it be?" You think to yourself that it might actually be better if he has a few drinks first and then put the car in drive.
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A couple of girls come over to get ready with you and Katie and pre-party before the club. They fawn over how cute "John" is and mix up some Malibu and pineapple. He looks at you sheepishly.
"Can I have one? I won't have as many as last night."
"I'm not your mother. Have as many as you want." You laugh. He grabs a cup and takes a sip, smiling. He stays in the living room on the couch marveling at how many channels are on your tv while you go in the bedroom with the girls to get dressed.
"Y/n, he is SO CUTE. He looks super familiar, though. How did you meet him?" Your friend Nicole remarks.
"It's because he looks like Elvis Presley." Ashley chimes in with her observation from last night.
"Yeah, I guess he kinda does in the right light. I met him when I went to Tupelo." You try to downplay how much he looks like Elvis because he is Elvis. Now it's Katie's turn to jump in.
"I'd love to hear the story of how you met. Because you were only in Tupelo for a few hours. And somehow you came back with this perfect guy."
"Oh, well, I went to the fairgrounds and we just sorta bumped into each other." You leave out the time-traveling bit.
"Shit, maybe I need to go wandering around Tupelo too." Nicole laughs and you pull an outfit out of your closet. You squeeze into the hot pink bodycon dress and slide the black vest over it, fastening the single button up under your boobs. You finish teasing your hair and put on a pink headband with a tiny bow. Your eyeliner is perfect and you're excited for Elvis to see you so dressed up. Once everyone is ready two drinks later, you make your way into the living room to grab Elvis and head to the club.
When he sees you, his mouth literally drops open. Up until now, you've had on jeans and a t-shirt or pajamas. This outfit shows off all of your assets and he's in awe. The other girls notice the way he looks at you and start to giggle. He sets his drink on the coffee table and walks directly to you, never taking his eyes off of you.
"This outfit is... wow." You look around at the other girls just standing and watching.
"Thanks. What?" He shakes his head a little.
"Nothing, you're just gorgeous, honey, that's all." You have the thought that you should just take him into your bedroom and let everyone else go to the club without you, but Katie speaks and shatters your daydream.
"Okay, lovebirds. Let's go. The club is waiting."
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When you get to the club, there's a line outside but you can hear the thumping bass beat from where you stand. It's September, so the evening is chilly and you shiver in your sleeveless dress. Elvis doesn't think twice before wrapping his arms around you to keep you warm. You meet up with some of your guy friends and make it inside fairly quickly. You let your friends walk a few paces in front of you so that Elvis's reaction will go unnoticed. Once you get to a place where you can see the dance floor, you're glad you gave him some space.
"Holy shit." He looks around with his eyes damn near popping out of his head.
"Okay, you promised. No judgy bullshit." He turns and looks at you.
"This is amazing."
"Wait, really? I figured you'd get all shy and weird because, well, sex." He gives you a disapproving look.
"I've had sex before."
"Well, I know that, but still. I also know how and where and when you grew up."
"Looks like I finally know more about me than you do. Do you dance?" You're pleasantly surprised by his reaction.
"I do. I actually love to dance."
"Well, then, let's go." He grabs your hand and makes a beeline for the dance floor. Once you're out there, you turn to him.
"Are you ready for this?"
"Hell yeah." You turn around again and put your ass on him and begin to grind. He laughs out loud and puts his hands on your hips. It doesn't take him long to figure out how to move with you. This shouldn't shock you as much as it does, considering all the stage performances you've seen of his. You knew he could move his hips. The song ends and you face him, ready for him to say he's had enough, but the next song is one of your favorites. You put your hands on his shoulders and body roll into him.
"Yes, honey, I like this." He leans down and whispers in your ear as you continue to move together. You spend the next three hours either on the dance floor or taking short breaks at the table with your friends before he inevitably grabs your hand and drags you out to dance again.
By the time you leave, you're both so drenched in sweat that his shirt is soaked through and your hair is wild. On the way home, you sit in the way back seat of your friend's suburban and he wastes no time in wrapping himself around you and kissing you. Your friends laugh as you make out like teenagers and Katie hollers.
"Yeah, they do that."
Back at the dorm, you barely notice your friends as they continue the party in the living room and you tumble into your room with Elvis. You can still hear the bass beat from the music in the living room, so you push him into a sitting position on the side of your bed.
You turn away from him, putting both hands on his knees, and grind your ass against him. Then, you bend over in front of him and touch your toes, slipping your shoes off. He reaches out and puts both hands on your ass cheeks and grunts.
"Mmm, don't stop."
You turn to face him and unbutton your vest, sliding it off and throwing it to the side. He wraps his arms around your waist and buries his face in your cleavage, pressing his lips to the soft skin of your breasts. You unbutton his shirt and pull it off of his shoulders. Then, you pull your dress up and climb onto his lap, straddling him. You continue to grind against him to the beat from the living room, feeling his hard cock pressing against you as you do. He slides both hands up your thighs underneath your dress.
"Can I?" He looks up at you desperately and you nod. He tugs on the hem of your dress and pulls it up over your head and off. As he looks at you sitting on him in nothing but your bra and panties, he whispers.
"Wow." You lean in and kiss him deeply, skin pressed against his. He leans back until you're laying on top of him in the bed and then rolls over so that he's on top. He leaves a trail of soft kisses down your chest and reaches behind your back to try to undo your bra, but is completely confused by how different the clasp is from what he's seen before.
"What the hell is this?" You sit up and unhook it easily. He shrugs. "Okay, I'll figure that out later."
You laugh and he removes your bra, tossing it to the side. He goes back to kissing your chest, paying special attention to your nipples. You arch your back with the sensation of his warm mouth on you. He kisses down to your hip and then slips your panties down to your ankles and off. Going back to your center, he slides one finger into you and presses it in and out.
"You want me, baby?" He asks, voice dripping with lust.
"Use your mouth first." You respond breathlessly. He freezes and then sits up, looking at you.
"Oh, honey, I'm sorry, I-I-I've never..." He stutters nervously.
"Shit, I'm sorry, never mind. I forget how young you are."
"Now, wait a minute. I'm older than you." You don't know how to explain to him that you forget he isn't who he will become yet.
"It's okay. Just keep going."
"Tell me how to do it." You sit up on your elbows.
"It's really okay. You don't have to."
"I want to. Tell me what to do." A thought comes to you. Are you really the woman that teaches Elvis Presley this skill?
"Okay, well, just put your tongue here and move it around like this." You put your finger on your clit and rub it in circles and over the top, pleasuring yourself. You moan softly at the feeling and he nods and leans down, pressing his mouth to you. He starts to move his tongue and you moan a little louder. You feel him smile and he starts to get a little more bold with his movements. He slides his finger back inside you and continues licking your clit. He sucks on it lightly and then goes back to moving his tongue on you. It doesn't take long for him to figure out how to read your body for signs he's on the right track and you feel the coil of your orgasm tighten.
"Oh, fuck, Elvis!" You cry out as the coil snaps and you feel the waves of pleasure crash into you from every angle. He laughs as you come hard on his hand, feeling your walls pulse around his finger.
"Ha! That's never happened before. That was... wow." He looks at you with sparkly eyes and you breathe heavily through the high of your climax.
You sit up and push his pants down his legs and off, letting his cock bounce free. You stroke him for a bit and he leans his head back with his eyes closed and mouth open slightly.
"You want to fuck me, Elvis?"
"God, yes, y/n, that's all I want." You pull his hips down to yours and line him up with your entrance. He pushes into you slowly and rests his forehead on your shoulder until he's filling you fully. "Mmm, goddamn." His voice is husky and deep.
You moan softly as he begins to pump in and out of you with more speed. His hips slam against yours to the rhythm of the music still coming from the living room. You fuck like this for a while with him on top of you, but eventually you push him onto his back and climb on top of him, sinking down onto his cock.
"Fuck, yes, Elvis." You start to grind your hips against him, pushing him deeper and deeper and he groans.
"'M gonna come, baby. You feel so damn good." You nod and keep going and he pops his eyes open. "Do I-"
"I'm on birth control."
"What?"
"I'll explain later just don't stop!" He pulls you down to his chest and fucks into you from underneath until he can't stand it anymore.
"Fuck, yes!" He shudders and pumps into you weakly a couple more times. You lay on his chest for a bit trying to catch your breath. Then, you slide off of him and settle in the crook of his arm. He turns toward you and kisses you fully on the mouth. "That was incredible! I've never done it like that before!" You giggle at his enthusiasm.
"Like what? With the girl on top?"
"Yes and without pulling out."
"Oh. Yeah it's a miracle of the modern age."
"Well, I love it. Goddamn, I'm in love with you now." He laughs and kisses you again. You're not sure he's kidding, even though he laughs.
That's when you hear it. The buzzing sound gets louder and louder and you notice that there's a spot next to your bed where the air looks wavy.
"Elvis, look!" He sits up and looks where you're pointing.
"What is that?"
"I think it's how you get home!" His face falls and his heart drops. He wasn't kidding about being in love with you. He can't go now, not after what you just did together. "Get dressed! You have to go!"
"No, I don't want to."
"Elvis, you have to. You can't stay here forever. You have to be... you." You jump out of bed and gather his suit. "Come on!"
He gets out of bed reluctantly and gets dressed, looking at the mysterious portal with disdain. You throw on your robe and sit on the side of the bed. Once he's fully dressed, he pulls you into him and kisses your cheek.
"I'm not ready to leave you." All of a sudden, tears gather in your eyes and a lump forms in your throat.
"I know. But you have to." He pulls back and looks you in the eyes.
"I wasn't kidding about loving you. Come with me!"
"I can't! Elvis, please just go. This isn't going to get any easier." He sighs and runs his hand through his hair. He grabs your face and kisses you one last time.
"I'll never forget you, honey." He caresses your cheek and then turns away, walking through the wavy air. He disappears and there's small pop as the portal goes away too.
You sit on the side of your bed and cry, tears falling into your lap as your shoulders shake.
You love him even more than you did before. Now he's real and you'll never forget the days when he was yours.
******
A year later, you go to Graceland for the anniversary of Elvis's death. You never stopped looking for him after he left, but you're starting to lose hope that you'll ever see him again. You do an evening tour and somehow manage to find yourself alone in a corner of the house. You break down crying, sliding down the wall to sit on the floor. You miss him with every fiber of your being.
And then you hear it. The buzzing sound. And the air gets wavy in front of you. Could it be? It has to be. You jump up and walk slowly towards the portal, your heart beating wildly in your chest...
******
Chapter 3 coming soon!
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okay, but: here’s a concept I hope someone writes. IOTS/DC time loop AU. after everyone escapes, they’re all suddenly back to the beginning again, when everyone’s arriving at the island. and the survivors are the only ones who remember what happened
oh. my GOD. that’s so so cool omg
cody freaking out refusing to talk or get close to any of the drama brothers/noah because he wants it to hurt less when they inevitably die, but it doesn’t ease the pain at all
the survivors literally can’t tell any of the victims about it because they’ll just sound crazy
katie tries to distance herself from sadie to try and cushion the impact of her death, but then she’s constantly worrying what her and sadie’s last conversation will be
duncney. that’s all i’m gonna say for that one
leshawna has to listen to harold talking about how he can fight when deep down she knows that his skills will be put to waste
the survivors all have a grudge towards chris (before he leaves on day 1) and they give him dirty looks and all the victims wonder what they’re doing and why they would do that to their host
even though it’s happened before, the survivors know that they won’t find it any easier. in fact, reliving the same pain when the whole time they were trying desperately to forget how it felt to be that miserable and scared, it only makes them feel even worse
the survivors subtly try to change the way that they do things to try and avoid most (if not all) of the deaths, but it just…doesn’t work
I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH
#island of the slaughtered#total drama#total drama island#ao3#death cast#death cast ao3#IJDIRNEOEOSKSS
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Hey! Would you write a Kate Bishop x fem reader? Maybe with reader being Natasha's daughter and Kate and reader secretly date because Kate is scared of Nat or something. Nat finds out and isn't really font of her daughter dating kate at first
Of course! This was really fun to write and I hope you enjoy it!
Natasha’s Daughter
Kate Bishop x Fem! Romanoff! Reader
Word count: 1049
"Kate, we should just tell my mom"
Y/n tells her girlfriend as she opens the window for her to climb in.
"You know what would happen if we did that? I would die. You really wanna have a dead girlfriend? You wouldn't be able to have warm cuddles"
Kate replies as she closes the window.
"She wouldn't kill you. I wouldn't let that happen. If you died, who would be the new Hawkeye?"
Kate grins at the last part and wraps her arms around her girlfriend waist.
"I guess I just can't die then. And the way to do that is to not tell your mom about us"
Y/n sighs before stepping away from her girlfriend.
"Babe, I'm sorry. I just- I just don't think it would end well"
Kate takes a few steps back towards her girlfriend.
"I know, it's okay. We'll tell her eventually, right?"
Y/n asks with a soft smile as she lets her girlfriend envelope her in a hug.
"Yeah, absolutely. When she likes me enough to not murder me"
Kate leans down and places a soft kiss on her girlfriends lips.
A few hours later, Natasha sits next to Clint.
"Y/n's seeing someone"
She tells him as he pauses his show.
"What makes you say that?"
He asks with a knowing look.
"She leaves the room when she answers a call, she stutters when I ask where she's going and she was wearing someone else's jumper"
"Well, how do you feel about it?"
"This girl is going to hurt her, Clint. I don't even know how she had time for a girlfriend. She has school, training, homework. She's got so much going on"
Natasha sighs, leaning her head back.
"Maybe this girl makes those things easier for her. Maybe she helps her with them. Maybe she's good"
Clint replies with a soft smile.
"Do you know something about this?"
She glares at the man.
"No, of course not. I would've told you if I did. I'm just trying to be positive"
"Yeah, sure"
She continues to glare at him.
A few nights later, Kate was putting her clothes back on to go back to her own room.
"Katie, can you just stay here tonight? Please?"
Kate smiles in reply.
"You know I can't. I wish I could but your mom might see us. I'll see you tomorrow though. I love you"
Kate leans down to kiss Y/n as she whispers a reply.
"I love you too"
Kate leaves the room and closes the door before hearing a voice call her name.
"Kate? Why were you in my daughters room?"
Natasha glares at the girl.
"Ms. Romanoff! I-I uh- I just-"
She's interrupted by Y/n opening the door.
"Katie? What are you- Mom hi!"
Y/n's eyes go wide when she sees the woman standing outside her door, facing her girlfriend.
"What the hells going on here?"
The woman's glare hardens.
"We- we were just-"
Kate's cut off by her girlfriend.
"Kate's my girlfriend, mom. We didn't tell you because we didn't want you to be mad"
Y/n grabs Kate's hand.
"And the way to make me happy about this is by not telling me? How long has this been going on?"
"8 months"
Kate whispers as she avoids the woman's gaze.
"For 8 months you've both been lying to me?! Kate is going to hurt you, Y/n! What are you thinking, dating an avenger?!"
Natasha exclaims.
"I won't! I'm not gonna hurt her! I swear!"
Kate yells, finally finding her voice.
"I love Kate, mom. You don't get to choose who I'm with. Kate's perfect for me. She's sweet, she's caring, she listens to me. She's all I want and I'm not going to break up with her because you told me to"
Y/n pulls Kate back into her room before closing the door, leaving Natasha out there alone.
"I'm sorry about that, Katie. She's approve eventually, I promise"
Y/n leans her head on Kate's shoulder, wrapping her arms around her.
"It's okay. I just need to get her to like me. It can't be that hard, right?"
Kate chuckles nervously as Y/n scoffs, gently pushing their lips together.
The next few days, Natasha would glare at the brunette as she would cower away but they haven't said a word to each other. Once day, though, Kate and Y/n were watching a movie on the communal couch. Y/n was leaning into her girlfriends side as Kate had her arm wrapped around her waist, Y/n throwing her head back laughing at something Kate said.
"She makes Y/n happy, you know. You could give her a chance. She's a good kid"
Clint tells Natasha as he stands next to her, watching the two.
"I know, and I will. I just- she's my daughter Clint. I know if Kate breaks her heart, she won't be able to get over it that easy"
"She won't break her heart. Look at them, they're obviously in love. If I trust the kid, you can too"
Clint walks away as the movie finishes.
As the two girls begin to walk away, Natasha speak up.
"Kate? Can you come here please? Alone?"
Kate sends her girlfriend a nervous look before walking towards the woman.
"Is everything okay, Ms. Romanoff?"
Kate asks as she plays with her fingers.
"I'm going to give you a chance. Y/n loves you and Clint likes and trusts you, you must be a good kid if Clint thinks that. If you break my daughters heart, I will hunt you down. Do you hear me?"
"Oh my god. Did we just become best friends?!"
Kate asks with an excited smile only to be met with a confused look.
"I think we did. And just so you know, I will never break her Y/n's heart. I love her too much to do that"
Natasha sent her a relieved smile before Kate speaks up again.
"So.. did Clint really say he liked me? Because I thought he did but he kinda sent mixed signals-"
She's cut off by her girlfriend laying a soft kiss on her cheek with a smile and Natasha sending them a soft smile. She knew they would be okay.
#kate bishop x reader#hailee steinfeld x reader#kate bishop#kate bishop x female reader#hailee steinfeld#hawkeye#marvel
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manchester derby
transferred/modified from my wattpad
prompt: you and ona batlle have an argument before the manchester derby
word count: 3.5k
a/n: i'm really sorry for the lack of posting recently, i haven't been doing too well mentally and i'm still not really so i have barely been writing at all. but thank you all for the continued support and requests, i have a lot that i want to write once i am feeling better so hopefully there will be new stuff to enjoy very soon.
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"Why are you like this?" Ona yells across the apartment at you, the two of you in the midst of a heated argument.
"Like what? Excited to have a future with you?" you ask, this type of scenario happens anytime you happen to bring up plans of having a future with the Manchester United defender.
"No, so pushy! We have this conversation too often, can't we just live in the moment and be happy that we have each other now instead of trying to constantly plan for things that might not happen?" Ona replies, clearly frustrated.
"Ona, all I did was ask if we should extend the rent here or think about getting a place of our own. That is such a normal thing. I don't know why you are getting upset with me over this" you are on the verge of tears not understanding why any simple conversations about your future causes so much damage between the two of you.
"Look I get it but I don't want to think about that now, especially before a game. Why can't we just wait until it's closer to the time we need to think about it and then make a decision?" Ona groans, her game-day mood now put off by another argument.
"Three months out is when we have to make these types of decisions Ona, I left it as long as possible! We can't leave it til the day before, the real estate has been emailing me asking if we want to extend or not, and I tried to talk to you about it all week and you just blew me off, this has been the only time I could actually get you to listen to me" you also groan, just as frustrated at the situation.
"We'll talk about it tomorrow" Ona sighs as she picks up her bag getting ready to leave, "I have to go and you should make your way to the stadium as well" she continues as she makes her way out the door.
"Okay, I love you" you reply in a small voice, the response not even heard by your girlfriend as she slams the door on the way out of your apartment.
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"Manchester will be red today!" Ona yells as she walks into the locker room at the Academy Stadium behind the rest of her teammates.
"We have a confident defender! Everyone prepare for a clean sheet!" Mary cheers happily as the rest of the group cheers in response.
"What's up with you?" Leah sits next to Ona, knowing that the defender is hiding something as she is usually very reserved and humble, especially on game day.
"Why would something be up? I'm just ready for the derby" Ona shrugs off the questioning of her teammate.
"No Ona seriously, you aren't like this, it's super weird, is everything okay?" Leah asks sincerely, placing her hands on Ona's shoulders looking her in the eyes.
"Everything is fine Leah, actually no, everything is incredible so can we not dampen the mood with whatever this is" Ona replies harshly, this stuns Leah as Ona never behaves like this.
Leah just shakes her head walking away from Ona, knowing she clearly isn't acting like herself but not wanting to push it any further.
Ona begins to get ready, clearly still angry, no one on the team bothers her though, having seen her interaction with Leah earlier and not wanting to be next in the firing line of the Spaniard.
"Does everyone suddenly have a problem with me?" Ona asks loudly, causing some heads to turn.
"Come with me" the team captain Katie grabs Ona's arm pulling her into the hallway between the two teams locker rooms. "What the hell is going on with you?" Katie asks harshly, annoyed that there are suddenly team issues so close to game time.
"Nothing" Ona mumbles.
"It's clearly not nothing, you blew up on Leah before and the team just now, so spill now or I'm having Marc bench you" Katie speaks.
"You don't have the authority to do that" Ona rolls her eyes trying to walk back into the locker room.
"Not particularly but I can tell him that there is a cohesion issue that starts and ends with you and he can make up his mind on what to do, and his answer will be to bench you" Katie responds, Ona sighs knowing that the captain is right.
"I just had a fight with (Y/N) this morning, it's nothing" Ona gives in giving Katie as little details as possible.
"Look I can see that it's personal and you don't want to talk about it but the entire team is here for you and we all love you but right now we need you to ignore those personal problems and be a team player" Katie quickly hugs Ona.
"Thanks Katie" Ona replies simply, walking back into the locker room and making her way over to Leah to apologise to her.
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You walk into the locker room with no sign of your usual cheery gameday mood. You make your way to your spot putting your earphones in, ignoring anyone who enters the room.
"The life of the party not here yet?" Georgia asks as she enters the locker room, having noticed that there is no music playing and that you aren't dancing and singing around the room like you usually would be on game day.
"She's here" keira points over to the number 6 spot, you sitting under it with your head down seemingly staring intently at the ground. "We don't know what's wrong though"
"Maybe she's just tired? Has anyone spoken to her?" Georgia puts out her ideas as to why you are acting unusual,
"We've just been leaving her alone, don't wanna be the reason she snaps" Kiera shrugs, turning back to her own spot preparing for the game.
You look up as you receive a tap on the head, you see Georgia standing above you attempting to talk, you take one of your earphones out in order to listen to your teammate.
"What's up G?" you ask sweetly, acting as if nothing is wrong.
"I was just wondering where my dance buddy is, the room is so quiet I thought you weren't here yet" Georgia laughs lightly, quickly stopping when she notices that you don't so much as smile at the remark.
"Yeah sorry Gl, I'm not feeling it today" you reply, seconds later you are wrapped in Georgia’s arms, the shocking but comforting action causes you to burst into tears.
"Hey, what's wrong, seriously?" Georgia asks sweetly, rubbing your back to comfort you.
"It's j-just that Ona and I w-we had a fight t-this mor-morning" you stutter through your sentence as you violently sob.
"Hey hey, just breathe, calm down and then you can tell me what happened okay?" Georgia replies sweetly.
You take a few minutes to calm down, still slightly crying though, "Um so Ona and I had a fight this morning because I tried to ask her if she wanted to extend the rent or if we should look for a house together. She got mad that I'm trying to plan for our future, she says that I should live in the moment more and not cause problems" you informs Georgia and a number of other teammates who are standing around listening.
"She deserves better" Kiera whispers to her own girlfriend, Lucy.
Lucy steps up to talk to you knowing that she herself had been the 'Ona' in the past.
"(Y/N)" you look up at Lucy nodding quickly to show that you are listening. "Situations like this are always hard for both sides, but you need to be confident in who you are. You are not doing anything wrong by trying to plan for a future with someone you love but if she doesn't see that then there is a huge difference in the mindset that both of you have in this relationship. While it is horrible, leaving may be the best thing for you to do. Right now you need to focus on the game but afterwards you should talk with her and see if you two can make it work and if you can't or it ends in another fight then maybe it's time to move on"
"But I don't want us to break up" you reply in a small voice.
"I know, and you know what, a few months ago I was acting like Ona, it took Kiera confronting me and asking what I really truly wanted for me to see that if I didn't get serious I wouldn't have her forever. Now I'm back here and happier than ever. If she's the one for you she will realise that she can't live without you and if she's not we will all be here for you" Lucy replies, you quickly get up pulling her into a hug.
"Thank you so much Luce" you whisper, then louder you yell "so where's the music?" the team just laugh as someone turns on the music and you and Georgia begin dancing around happily getting ready for the game.
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The two teams line up, there is an awkward air around yourself and Ona and thus the two teams as mostly everyone knows that the two of you are not on good terms at this very moment.
Everyone makes their way to shake hands with their opponents, once Ona is in front of you it seems like the world has stopped for the both of you.
"Good luck" you extend your hand out to shake Ona’s.
"You too" Ona does not shake your hand, instead quickly moving on, this action is not missed by any of the players on the field, or the fans who constantly speculate about the two rivals dating.
The players make their way over to their starting positions, while walking past Katie hits the back of Ona's head lightly, "that was such a dick move Batlle"
"I know" Ona sighs, getting ready to start the game.
On the other side of the pitch Lucy wraps you in the hug, "remember what I said, kill it this game and then kill the relationship... if needed" you laugh, quickly running to your position.
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In the middle of the pitch Keira passes the ball to you, you have a clear line from the left wing to goal with none of the Manchester United defenders close enough to stop you from easily making the shot that you are essentially known for.
You quickly plant your left leg on the ground, preparing to kick with your right, as you move to kick the ball a force pulls you to the ground. All you can feel is excruciating pain in your right knee.
"Oh my god" Ona covers her face, feeling horrified that she may have just seriously injured you.
"Keep your personal shit off the pitch Batlle" Lucy growls at the Manchester United defender before leaning down next to you.
"Are you okay sweetheart?" Lucy asks you, rather than responding you continue to cry and groan clutching your knee.
"Medic!" Lucy yells as it seems like it is taking too long for the referee to make her way over to the scene.
Once the trainers arrive they go through a series of questions, you can not answer any of them, you are in too much pain to even hear what they are asking. After determining that it is likely an ACL injury a stretcher is brought onto the field and you are taken off.
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"How are you doing sweetheart?" Lucy asks as her and Keira walk into the hospital room.
"ACL rupture, out for at least 6 months and my relationship is falling apart, I'm great" jordyn fake smiles as you hold two thumbs up.
"Ha ha funny, how are you actually?" Lucy asks, sitting next to you.
"It hurts a lot and I'm scared and I wish Ona cared enough to be here" you respond honestly.
"Do you know who hurt you?" Lucy asks.
"No, I don't even know what happened, I’ve only just been checked out and scheduled for surgery"
"Yeah well I think the reason Ona isn't here is because she's the one who did it, she went in for a tackle and completely wiped you out" Keira enters the conversation.
"Oh so it wasn't enough to mess with me emotionally she also had to completely physically mess me up" you sigh, "Sorry guys I'm feeling really tired, you can stay if you want but i'm going to sleep" you immediately close your eyes, attempting to stop the tears that are threatening to fall down your cheeks.
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"I think you should leave" you hear a frustrated voice as you just barely begin to wake up.
"She's my girlfriend, you can't force me to leave" you recognise the voice to be Ona, but you don't open your eyes or talk yet.
"I'm well aware Batlle, but you got into a fight with her this morning over having a future together, then you were completely unsportsmanlike before the game and then you literally wiped her out and caused an injury that's going to have her out for 6 months! Your track record today isn't looking so good, so as someone who actually cares for (Y/N) I'm going to need you to leave right now, maybe think about where this relationship is actually going and then once you've made a decision, if you are lucky I will let you see her again" Lucy speaks to Ona, clear frustration can be heard through her strained tone.
"Luce" you rasp out in a voice that is barely above a whisper.
"Yeah, what's up sweetie?" Lucy asks tentatively, as she glares at Ona who still hasn't left.
"Can you call the nurse? I'm in a lot of pain and I just want to sleep" you respond, not even acknowledging that your girlfriend is in the room.
"Of course (Y/N/N), I'll be right back" Lucy states as she walks out of the room past Ona.
"Baby I'm so sorr-" Ona begins to apologise.
"Save it Ona, Lucy is right. You acted so horrible today, you made me feel so awful all day. Look I don't blame you for the injury, things happen, but the rest was so messed up. I'd like you to leave and consider where our relationship is going, I'll talk to you soon" you cut her off.
"I love you" Ona whispers as she leaves the room, not bothering to put up a fight, knowing that she is lucky that she even got as much as a simple response from you.
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Ona walks into the Academy Stadium, she feels extremely awkward being there as her last interaction with Manchester City players was not at all positive but she knows she needs to do this to save her relationship.
She walks up to the front desk smiling sweetly at the receptionist, "Hi, I need to see Lucy Bronze"
"And do you have a pass for that?" the receptionist asks.
"Well um no I don't, but I play for Manchester United if that helps?" Ona asks, not sure how to get this girl to let her see Lucy.
"I'm not sure how being a Manchester United player would help at the Manchester City training ground, but I can call up and let her know you are here and she can choose if she wants to see you or not, name?"
"Okay ah we have another problem, she won't want to talk to me, we aren't on the best terms. Ooo um last resort, i'm dating (Y/N) (Y/L/N)" Ona informs the receptionist.
"Oh my god, I love (Y/N), she is such a sweetie!" the receptionist smiles for the first time in the conversation.
"Yeah she really is and I'm trying to surprise her so I could really use the help getting Lucy to come down here" Ona states.
"Okay fine I'll do it, but only because I'm fond of (Y/N)" the receptionist replies.
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"What do you want Batlle?" Lucy asks harshly as she walks into the reception area where Ona is nervously pacing.
"Look I know I messed up like big time and I know (Y/N) hates me rig-" Ona is quickly cut off.
"She doesn't hate you, no one knows why but even after everything you've done to that sweet sweet girl can't stop talking about how much you mean to her and how she wishes things were different between the two of you" Lucy explains.
"Oh well that makes things a lot easier I guess" Ona rubs the back of her neck awkwardly.
"Anyway, get to the point please, why am I here?" Lucy is annoyed that she has been taken out of training for someone she very much dislikes at this point in time.
"I want to propose to (Y/N) and I need your help" Ona states simply.
Lucy is shocked at the admission but quickly recovers, keeping up her protective energy. "So you won't talk about any sense of a future with her but you want to marry her, you know how backwards that sounds right?"
"It's no excuse but the reason I have been so uptight about the future lately is that I have been planning this proposal and any time she mentions the future I’m scared that she has worked out that I'm planning to propose" Ona explains to Lucy.
"You are right it is no excuse but (Y/N) is completely infatuated with you and I'm sure she would be extremely excited for this surprise" Lucy explains. "You've still got a long way to go in my book but this is definitely a step in the right direction. Don't mess up this opportunity Ona, it's the last one you have"
"Wait, are you going to help?" Ona yells as Lucy walks off.
"Sure Batlle, message me!" Lucy replies not looking back at the Manchester United defender.
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"Lucy, you know it's cruel to make a cripple walk, especially for so long and with no idea where she is going!" you groan as the two of you walk through the park.
"I already told you I'm taking you to a surprise and you will like it, also I literally offered to give you a piggyback and you refused so that's your own problem" Lucy laughs walking ahead of you slightly, the crutches making it hard for you to keep up with your teammate.
"I said no when I thought it was going to be a short walk to my favourite cafe, now that would have been a good surprise, can I take it back, gimme a ride?" you ask sweetly.
"Nope, anyway we're here" Lucy smiles, moving her arms to show you a path of white rose petals that lead to a picnic in a clearing that overlooks the city.
"um Lucy, this looks really romantic, we should probably keep walking, the couple will probably be here soon" you begin to walk past the path moving in a different direction, the action harder than you anticipated with your limited range of movement.
Seeing such a romantic setting makes you feel terrible, you miss Ona even though you feel like you shouldn't and you wished that someone would ever do something half as romantic for you in your lifetime.
"No silly, come here" Lucy grabs your shoulders pulling you down the petal covered path.
"Luce, you are great and all but you have Keira and she is one of my closest friends so this can not happen" you state as you point between yourself and Lucy.
"Oh my god, you are so clueless sometimes, I didn't set this up and I would never cheat on Keira, look just stand here and you'll understand in a minute" Lucy groans forcing you to stand right by the picnic blanket that is set up.
"Hi baby" Ona states, walking from behind you so that you wouldn’t be able to see her coming.
"Ona, hi. What are you doing here?" you ask, clearly very confused.
"This" Ona responds, moving to get on one knee in front of you.
"Oh my god, what?"
"I just need you to calm down and listen for a minute, yeah?" ona asks you. While still in shock you nod your head quickly.
"(Y/N) I have never loved someone as much as I love you and I know that I will never have the capacity to love someone in the same way ever again. You are my forever, you are everything I've ever wished for and everyday I get to spend with you is the best day of my life. I know that I screwed up really badly and made it seem like us having a future together was not something I wanted. That was the biggest mistake of my life, I would be honoured if you would want to spend your life with me. so (Y/N), would you do the honour of allowing me to be your wife?" Ona asks hopefully as you stand in shock with tears streaming down your face.
"Yes of course Ona!" you fall into Ona's arms, smiling widely at the fact that you finally got everything you have ever wanted.
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*Mild spoilers*
I watched the first episode, so here are my kind of disjointed thoughts if anyone is interested in hearing them:
So first off, I thought it was okay visually. I tried to ignore the weird animation errors, like how in one scene I noticed Charlie has five fingers on one of her hands instead of her usual four, and that they never fixed that one scene where Vaggie just... disappears in the background (you know the one), because I try not to be too harsh the animators for these sorts of things. But it definitely felt amateurish in places. Other than that, Viv definitely wasn't lying when she said it looked "fine". I've seen worse, for sure.
The voice acting ranges from pretty good to honestly terrible. Stephanie sounded like she could not give less of a shit about being there, and had some weird annunciation, making her kind of hard to understand in places. I was optimistic about Keith, and he sounded great, but honestly did not fit the character of Husk very well. Charlie was actually quite good, she has a great singing voice and overall I thought Erika did a good job for her. Alastor was decent, Amir definitely did a better job than I was expecting, considering how iconic Edward's performance was in the pilot. Niffty didn't talk nearly enough in the first episode for me to even form an opinion on her voice acting, but she's fine, I guess? Katie is literally just Brandon Rogers doing his Brandon Rogers voice.
Blake was super annoying, and he did not make Angel's constant sex jokes endearing or funny in the slightest. For the record, I didn't even like pilot Angel in the first place, but now, compared to this, I'm honestly starting to miss him. And I'm not even going to touch that "this body was made to be exploited" line with a ten foot pole.
Adam, though... God, he was easily the worst part of this first episode. His surfer-dude voice was annoying as shit, and his lines were so cringeworthy. He is not an entertaining or engaging villain in the slightest. Literally, every time he was on screen I was just waiting desperately for the scene to change.
In the first episode, we hardly get any glimpse into the personalities of honestly most of the characters besides Adam and maybe Angel, which is unfortunate because they're the two most annoying characters.
With Lucifer and Lilith's backstory, in typical Vivzie fashion, Lucifer is the sad uwu boy while Lilith is treated as being the one responsible for everything. Not really surprising.
As for the writing, it's 30% boring exposition, and 70% unfunny sex jokes. Literally most of Adam's dialogue is sex related. I hate him so much it's unreal.
And the songs... they sounded fine, but they don't feel like something you would want to casually listen to on their own. They just feel like they're meant to be transitions from one scene to the next and nothing more.
For as little as we saw her, I think my favorite part of the first episode was Niffty. She's honestly a super cute and fun character, and the scenes with her were the few times I actually cracked a smile. She's such a little freak and I love her. Everyone else was either boring or made me want to shove a screwdriver in my ears.
Finally, one of the most glaring issues to me (aside from Adam) is that the show didn't really give much of a setup for what was happening. We got a little exposition about Lucifer and Lilith and the fall of man and all that, but aside from Charlie, we aren't reintroduced to any of the characters from the pilot. This feels like a really dumb move because it's alienating to new viewers. If you were someone with no knowledge of the pilot scrolling through Amazon Prime looking for a new show to watch, and Hazbin caught your eye, you'd probably get confused about who all these characters are and what it is they're actually doing, so you'd probably just click off and look for something different. It's obvious the writers just assumed that everyone watching had already seen the pilot, I guess because they think only longtime fans would be interested in the show, which is honestly really sad. You'd think they'd want to try and grow their audience more, but it just feels like they only want to pander to the people who are already fans, which feels like a bad desicion from both a storytelling standpoint as well as a business one. A show, especially one that migrated from an internet pilot to a full series on a paid streaming platform, should be able to stand on its own two legs without needing the pilot to do all the explaining. Especially considering the designs and voice actors changing between the pilot and the series. I didn't expect them to completely remake the pilot, but they could have at least done a better job establishing the characters.
All in all, episode one was at best a 5/10. Like I said, I've seen far worse but this just felt like a bad note to start this all off on. For newcomers, it's confusing and downright unappealing, and for longtime fans it's just disappointing. I can really only see diehard Vivzie fans getting a ton of enjoyment out of it.
Still need to watch episode two, maybe things will improve from there.
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tongue tied, harrington? | steve harrington
PAIRING — steve harrington x fem!reader
REQUEST — @chevyharvelle - Could u possibly do a Steve Harrington x Reader based on Tongue Tied by group love? I am a slut for the best friends to lovers trope
SUMMARY — you and steve are invited to a group hang out at robin's, and during a cigarette break on the roof, steve finally tells you how he feels
WARNINGS — mentions of underage drinking & smoking, friends to lovers
WORD COUNT — 2,405
NOTES — happy st4 release day!! i love this song so much and i’m so glad i got to write for it (listen here - tongue tied by grouplove) also i think this is the fastest i've ever written and posted a request btw it hasn't even been 12 hours since i got the request and i'm queuing it to post at like 11pm
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Steve Harrington. Your best friend, Steve Harrington. Ever since you were seven years old, Steve Harrington's been by your side through everything.
It started, ironically, the way most childhood friendships start. With a game of tag. Katie Mulligan had been ‘it’ that round, and half of the second graders were running wildly around the field. You were trying to get to the play set where the older kids hung out so you could hide under it and avoid Katie (and hopefully everyone else that would get tagged afterwards). Instead, you ran straight into Steve Harrington’s body, crashing to the ground and getting grass stains all over your clothes.
He helped you up and asked if you were okay, and you brushed yourself off as best as you could before Steve was taking your hand and running as fast as you would let him. It wasn’t until you glanced behind you that you could see Katie Mulligan chasing after you, and you picked up speed and ran with him until the bell rang and your lungs were burning. The rest, as they say, is history.
Even now, almost eleven years later, Steve Harrington was still your best friend. Sure, he became friends with the popular group when you got to high school and you tended to drift toward the so-called ‘outcasts’, you always found time for one another. Even when he started dating Nancy Wheeler and you called him an idiot for dating someone a year younger than him, someone so nice and sweet, you always made sure that he came over on Fridays for mac and cheese and a movie, just like you’d been doing since you were ten years old.
Then everything changed, and it all started when a little boy went missing.
Will Byers disappeared on November 6, 1983. Barbra Holland followed after him less than three days later, waiting for her friend at Steve’s house. It wasn’t until you and Steve went to the Byers’ house to help him ‘win back Nancy’ (his words, not yours) that you discovered the truth about it all.
Will had been taken to a place called the Upside Down, a mirror dimension full of darkness and terrifying monsters that were out for blood - something you realized very quickly. When it was all over, Will’s friends lost a member of their party, and you were forced to sign an NDA. No one was allowed to know what happened, and that was something the Hawkins Lab would be sure of.
But now, almost two years and two catastrophes later, things were beginning to feel somewhat normal again. The Byers had moved to California with El and everyone else was trying to pretend like things were okay, even if Hawkins had become the focus of every interested eye in America.
Tonight, though, you were ignoring everything that had happened and the fear that something else would eventually come along and cause more damage in favor of some fun. You and Steve were invited to what Robin liked to call a ‘hangout’ with a group of other people, some of her other friends from school.
Steve, of course, had gotten an invite since he works with her and they went through a lot together, but you had gotten an invite partially because of last month, but also because Robin had been part of the group of ‘outcasts’ you hung out with. You decided to go together, since that was how you spent most of your time anyway. Steve drove, and you fiddled with the radio until you found a good song to listen to.
The windows were rolled down, wind billowing throughout the car as you bobbed your head along to the music, occasionally belting out lyrics. You’d even tried putting your Converse-clad feet on the dash, but Steve swatted them away with a disapproving look.
When you pulled up to Robin’s house, the sun was setting and almost every light in her house was on. A few cars were in the driveway, so Steve parked on the street out front, allowing you to step onto the grass of Robin’s front lawn.
The air was thick with humidity and too warm for your liking, but sometimes a small breeze would blow past and make it feel perfect. It didn’t matter, though, since you headed toward the red front door of Robin’s house, following behind Steve, before you got the chance to enjoy it for long.
The blonde greeted you happily when you knocked, the sound of music and chatter growing louder as she led you to the den, where everyone was hanging out. You recognized almost everyone - there couldn’t have been more than ten people, most of which you knew were in band, a few outcasts that were a year or two younger than you and Steve, but you were familiar with most of them.
You and Steve sat on the last open spots on the couch, wedged between the arm and one of the girls you were in an art class with during senior year; one of the boys from band was sitting on the other side of her. Steve’s leg was pressed against yours, and you were sure that four people weren’t supposed to be sitting on the same couch, but you didn’t complain, because Robin’s AC made her house too cold (even though you’d been wearing a zip-up hoodie) and Steve’s body heat was enough to warm you up in minutes.
Everyone was lounging around the den, either sitting in the leather chairs or the other couch to your right, while Robin and the girl you knew she had a crush on - Cassandra, you were sure her name was - sat at the bay window, talking to one another instead of the group conversation everyone else was having. You smiled to yourself, watching Robin blush when Cassandra put her hand on Robin’s knee.
As the talking continued and the sun set further beneath the horizon, the flow in the room made you feel light. You’ve always been like that, you supposed. You felt better talking in groups, even if you were only talking to one person. More people made it easier for you to open up.
It wasn’t until the sun fully set that Robin and a few others cracked open some beer, and before you knew it, with half a bottle of beer flowing through you, you were cracking jokes and talking more adamantly than you cared to admit. You felt a little looser, almost like you were light headed, but that wasn’t just because of the beer. For the past half an hour, Steve’s hand had been resting on your knee as he leaned forward to talk to the guy sitting on the arm of the couch nearest to you.
You didn’t know how long it’d been since the sun set, but you decided it was time to get a bit of air. As soon as you excused yourself, the chill of the AC set in again, and instead of going out the front door, you decided that the roof would be a good idea. You’d been in Robin’s house plenty of times, and you knew her parents weren’t the biggest fans of smokers, so the roof was best. Besides, you and Robin shared plenty of cigarettes up there before, anyway, so you knew she wouldn’t mind.
Once you made it to her room, you crossed the carpet floor and pried open the window, a blast of warm, humid air hitting your body as you used your strength to push it all the way open. When you slipped out, you closed the window behind you before stabilizing yourself and walking a few feet away, just to be sure, before you sat down and stretched your legs.
Not long after you stretched your legs out before you, you decided it was too uncomfortable, opting to tuck your knees to your chest. Reaching into your pocket, you pulled out a pack of your mom’s Malboros and your zippo, pulling out a cigarette and letting it dangle between your lips as you shielded the other end from the breeze with one hand, the other lighting it with the zippo.
You took a long drag, relishing in the calm that the cigarette brought you. A light breeze washed over you, just like the one you felt when you first arrived at the house. You couldn’t help but smile as you exhaled, watching the cloud of smoke dissipate as it floated into the night sky. The calm was nice, but you barely got two drags into your cigarette when the window opened, and out walked Steve.
Without saying a word, he closed the window and came over to sit beside you, tucking his knees to his chest and wrapping his arms around them. Neither of you spoke as you took another drag, but you could feel Steve’s eyes on you as you exhaled.
After a few more long moments, you let out a puff of smoke as you rolled your head to the side, looking at your best friend with an arched brow. Steve’s mouth gaped, opening and closing as you smirked at him, wondering what was going on in his head.
“What’s the matter?” You smirked. “Tongue tied, Harrington?”
The unfortunate truth of the matter was, he was in fact, tongue tied. He couldn’t help it, you looked so beautiful to him. You always did, but here, under the moonlight, baggy sweater slipping off your shoulder to show the maroon tank top you bought a few years ago, a cigarette delicately held between your fingers and that oh-so familiar playful glint in your eyes, he couldn’t help but think you should be photographed and hung up in a museum, just so everyone knew how beautiful you were.
You looked away for a moment, taking a final drag from your cigarette before stubbing it out on the shingles. When you turned back to Steve, smoke trailing from your lips, your eyebrows furrowed. He was still looking at you, mouth agape and hair falling in his face, but there was a glint in his eyes; one you’d never seen before. At least, not one you’d seen in his eyes when he was looking at you.
“What?” You asked slowly, heartbeat growing erratic. “Is there something on my face or something?”
Steve let out a low breath, eyes flickering to your lips before he shifted, leaning on his hand. Slowly and with a quiet voice, he asked, “Can I kiss you?”
The question, if you were being honest, hit you like a truck. Steve Harrington wanted to kiss you. Your best friend wanted to kiss you.
And your only answer was yes.
So, that’s exactly what you said. And before you knew it, his lips were brushing against yours, slow and hesitant, and nothing like the Steve you knew. He was brash and confident and loud, so you knew he must’ve been nervous. But that first touch sent sparks flying, and within seconds the real Steve was back, slanting his lips against yours and lifting his free hand to cup your jaw, fingers tangling in your hair.
You shifted in your spot to face him better, wanting nothing more than to kiss him until the world ended. But he pulled away for air, and for a moment, you found your body leaning into his, chasing the kiss and wanting more. For a moment, you thought that would be the end of it, but you remembered that you could do something. You could make it more. You snaked your right hand up to the back of Steve’s head, barely giving him a moment to admire you before your lips were crashing onto his, a burning passion intertwining in your lips, showing Steve how much you liked him.
This time, it was your turn to pull away, feeling Steve’s hand slip from your face as you smiled at him, lips bright pink and swollen. Steve gaped once again, and you couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled up your throat. “Tongue tied, Harrington?”
“I-I’ve been wanting to do that since middle school,” Steve admitted, nervous laughter floating in his words as his cheeks and ears tinted red.
There hadn’t been a single word of a lie in his sentence. Ever since seventh grade, when you tackled Tommy H. for calling you a pussy when you wouldn’t participate in the race he was holding for the other seventh graders at recess, he felt like he could’ve kissed you right there, even if it was in front of a hundred middle schoolers. And for years, there were times when he’d just stare at you in awe, wondering how he managed to get the best person in Hawkins to be his best friend, and how on Earth you managed to stick by him, even when he usually only dated girls to try and get over his crush on you. And on the off times you’d catch him staring, you’d always say the same thing: ‘Tongue tied, Harrington?’ and he would never really have a response, because how were you supposed to tell your best friend that you wanted to date them?
The corner of Steve’s lips pulled into a smile as he watched yours do the same, and he couldn’t take his eyes off you as you moved, resting your head on his shoulder. “Well, now you can do it any time you want, Harrington.”
Steve’s heart pounded in his chest, but he forced himself to remain calm. This was something you did all the time, and there was no need to freak out. Except, you’d just kissed, twice, so there was plenty to freak out about. Instead, Steve pressed a gentle kiss to your head before resting his head on top of yours, eyes looking out at the stars.
A blush crept onto your cheeks as you felt him press a kiss to your hair, but you didn’t mind it. In fact, you quite liked Steve kissing your head like that. It was such a minuscule moment, but to you, it meant the world. So, as the two of you sat there, in the silent, humid air of the night and watched the stars, you laced your fingers with his, and decided that there wasn’t anything you wouldn’t do to protect this. To protect your best friend, whatever you two had, and the quiet domesticity you two were harboring.
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Seven Seconds: Part Two
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader
Word Count: ~2k
Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill
Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there is any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated
While you're trying to work with Jeremy, JJ received Katie's sweater that she wore that day but took off because it didn't match with the sneakers she was wearing. The sweater is going to help the search dogs try and find her, and you hope they can find something useful in this entire mall. Beth isn't going to calm down until her daughter is found, but there is something JJ needs her to do in order to show everyone that her daughter is more than just an object... that she's a person who needs her parents back.
The best way to do that is through the loudspeaker in the mall.
"My name is Beth Jacobs. Forty-five minutes ago, our daughter Katie went missing. She's only six years old. Last month, she started first grade. Katie is our only child, and we love her very much. We just want her back safe. The other day... Katie told me that she was ready to ride... a big girl's bike... without training wheels... and I promised her that she could do that on her birthday. Please, whoever you are... I hope you're listening. We just want our daughter back to us safely. Katie is just a little girl. She's just a little girl who deserves another birthday."
Beth is very emotional, which is a good thing. You want Susan and Richard to hear just how much pain they are causing. You're going to take the idea that they're the unsubs to your grave because you know that they are the unsubs.
Penelope, on the other hand, was able to decipher seven more seconds of the video footage. It's not much, but it's seven more seconds than you had before. Surveillance footage she retrieved of a second camera on the first floor shows Katie leaving the arcade. She went north until she disappeared. She still can't make out who she was with. If Katie was alone, then the only stores in the vicinity she would be walking toward would be furniture, stationary, or bedding.
It's nothing a six year old would leave an arcade for... unless it wasn't a store that caught her eye. It helps your case with it being Susan or Richard that took her. If she saw someone she knew, then she would leave the arcade for them.
You need Jeremy in order to figure out what happened, and luckily, he recovered from his panic attack much faster than you thought he would. You, Derek, and Spencer get up and lead him into the empty arcade.
"So, what are you youngsters playing these days?" Spencer asks Jeremy.
"I like DOA."
"DOA? As in 'dead on arrival'?" Derek asks, confused.
"It's 'dead or alive'," Spencer corrects.
"What do you like so much about it, Jeremy?"
"The close combat. It's all about timing, how well you know your enemies. Plus I'm really good at it."
"Yeah, I bet you are, kid. So, uh, what was the first game that you walked to when you came in here earlier?" Jeremy opens and closes his mouth nervously, so Derek tries a different tactic. "I'm gonna ask you to close your eyes for a minute, alright? I want you to go back to when you first walked in the arcade a little earlier. Can you remember that?"
"Yeah."
"Okay, in your mind, I want you to try and picture what it sounded like here. Picture what it smelled like. Was it crowded?"
"It was loud."
"Were the people loud or were the games loud?"
"Both. Some kid was yelling at his game."
This is helping you as well because the more information you get, the better the picture you can paint. You look at Jeremy and see his face contort in uncomfortableness.
"What's making you so uncomfortable, Jeremy?" you ask.
"Katie was crying."
"What was she crying about?"
"I don't remember. I--I couldn't hear."
"Okay. Jeremy, go back to the video game," Derek brings him back.
"I was winning."
"How'd that make you feel?"
"Awesome, proud of myself, and kind of embarrassed."
"Embarrassed? How?" Derek wonders.
"Like people were watching me." He takes a pause and smiles to himself. "I could smell her shampoo."
"Katie's?"
"No. An older girl approached me. She told me I was good at the game. I think Katie was asking for ice cream, but I can't really remember."
Jeremy opens his mouth to say something else, but he decides against it.
"Was there something else?" you ask.
"No."
"You did good, kid." Derek turns to you. "What do you see?"
You put your hand on Jeremy's shoulder, and you're immediately brought back to forty minutes ago. The arcade is filled with kids playing all sorts of games, running into each other and messing around. You can't hear what is going on, but you can judge what they're saying based on their facial expressions and body language.
You turn around and see Jeremy playing DOA with Katie at his side. She is clearly uncomfortable being here. It's too loud, she wants to be somewhere where it's quiet or with her family. He isn't paying attention to her no matter how much she cries or what she says. She reaches up and tugs on Jeremy's sleeve, but he brushes her off and continues to play the game.
There is a group of girls watching Jeremy play his game, but only the blonde girl has the balls to come up to him. She smiles and compliments how he's playing the game, and Jeremy blushes at the compliment. Katie continues to cry, but Jeremy is too focused on the pretty girl to pay attention to his cousin.
Instead of waiting for Jeremy, Katie turns and leaves his side. She must have seen something that made her want to leave. You turn to the front door and follow Katie's footsteps. The further you walk to the front door, the more the kids in the arcade start to fade. It's like you're in this bubble where only the kids in the arcade exist, but the more you try to leave, the more they start to fade away.
Katie approaches an adult outside the store, but you don't feel how scared she is. In fact, she is very comfortable with this person. That tells you she knew the person she saw, which can only be one of four people. Unless she had another family member here or a friend here, then you know who she was running to. Beth and Paul would have mentioned another family member or a friend, and you don't think that Katie was running to her parents.
You blink and you find yourself outside of the arcade in the present time. The person in front of you is Susan since she is watching your team and her son inside the arcade. Susan took Katie, and you have to prove it if you want to find her.
"Did you find something?" Derek asks from behind you.
You look behind him to see Spencer with Jeremy. You gesture for both of them to follow you, and you take them off to the side. Jeremy waits inside the arcade, nervously looking around.
"Susan took Katie."
"You saw it?"
"No, but--"
"Then it's your word against hers," Derek cuts you off.
"I realize that, Derek, but--" you sigh in frustration because no one else understands what you can see. "It's really frustrating because you can't see what I see or feel what I feel. I know I don't have evidence on her, but it would really help me if you two could help me get that. I have to go tell Hotch. I need to be talking to Richard and Susan. I hope that I can get them to say something that will expose them."
"Alright, we'll back you up," Derek nods.
"Yeah," Spencer agrees.
"Thank you. Stay here with Jeremy and see if you can get anything else out of him. He wasn't telling us the whole truth."
"You got it."
You leave their side and head back to Hotch who is talking to one of the officers who used the dogs to find a necklace in a trashcan. It has Katie's scent all over it. She must have been wearing it today. Before they can bag it for evidence, you grab some gloves to handle the item. It's a very nice gold necklace with diamonds. It's something that's far too fancy for a six-year-old to have.
As soon as you touch it, you get a vision of sorts. It's not so much the necklace in its final moments, but the energy attached to it. Since Katie is a child, she has yellow energy. This necklace does have traces of that, but it's mostly drenched in angry blue energy... the same energy that Susan is emitting. There is a flash of Richard putting it on Katie, but it's gone as quick as it comes.
"Hotch, this is covered in Susan's energy," you whisper to him.
"The clasp is damaged, like it was ripped off of her neck. Then, they tossed it in the trash. If the abductor just wants to fulfill his urge and move on, he wouldn't take the time. This is motivated by rage. It's personal."
"More evidence against Susan. This isn't related to last week's abduction at all."
"Follow me."
You and Hotch head over to Beth and Paul, taking the husband off to the side to speak to him separately.
"I just have a couple of questions I want to ask you. Are there any families in your neighborhood that you don't get along with? Or an employee that you might have fired? Or any child that Katie might have upset?"
"H-hold on. Where are you going with this?"
"Katie's necklace didn't fall off by itself, and it's possible that she knows the offender," you reveal.
"Ah, that's crazy. I mean, w-why would any--no, no. We get along with everyone in our neighborhood. Katie loves all of her--all of her friends at school. I mean, I, uh--I taught my daughter well," Paul stutters.
"Why would you say, 'I've taught my daughter well', and not, 'we've taught her really well'?"
"You know what I mean. Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Are there marital issues that I should know about?"
"Are you kidding?"
"Are either of you having an affair?"
Hotch is being a bit harsh here, but it's getting an appropriate response.
"You son of a bitch! My daughter is missing, and you wanna turn this around--"
"I know that I'm concerned with finding her, which is why I've asked you the question," Hotch interrupts him.
"My family means everything to me."
He is telling the truth.
"Finding Katie is everything to me."
"No, we are not participating in any affairs."
Paul goes back to his wife with a bruised ego. You don't know if this was necessary, but Hotch seems to think so.
"Look, Hotch, I think we need to talk to Richard alone. As much as I know that Susan took Katie, I do believe the real unsub is Richard. Something just isn't sitting right with me. We need to separate him from his wife. It's just the way he talked about Katie and his own son."
"I trust you. Let's get Richard alone."
You're glad that you have a team that has learned and understood what you can do enough to trust you when you say something isn't right. While you and Hotch go to question Richard, Derek and Spencer take a break from being with Jeremy to check out Katie's bedroom. A lot can be told through the eyes of a child's bedroom.
Apparently, Katie's been wetting her bed recently, but it could be normal if she is having bad dreams. Though, what the two men found next confirms your suspicions that you never voiced, but always had. Katie's dolls were ruined and torn apart with makeup all over them with their hair all cut off and colored black with a sharpie.
Katie is in a lot of pain, and you know exactly why.
Derek calls Hotch to let him know what he found at the house, and you're close enough to hear their conversation.
"Hotch, I think Katie's being molested, and we both know the odds. Most likely by somebody under the same roof. Mr. Jacobs bought his own daughter a necklace, so nobody would think twice about that."
"Her father didn't buy her the necklace. Get back here as soon as you can."
Hotch hangs up the phone, and you finally voice your suspicions you hope isn't true but know it is.
"Richard and Susan know more about this than they're letting on. I believe Susan took Katie because she was jealous her husband was giving more attention to a six-year-old than her. Richard is molesting Katie, and I've never been so sure of anything in my entire life."
"Let's talk to Richard then."
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Where is that Katie essay? Katie with a huge soft heart, and lots of big feelings.
it's still the same anon who REALLY needs a MUNA friend, brainwashing failed on all their friends
Okay Katie mini essay time because i was on a train for an hour 🥲 and also I love Katie sm hold on I went on a ramble-
Note that this is a lighthearted personality analysis because I related to Katie from what we see of her outward personality, no harm meant in this <3
So I’ve watched like every Muna interview ever and the way Katie talks is very personable. She tries to be funny and open and it’s hard sometimes because muna’s dynamic is so close that the way they talk is like hard for interviewers to read?? So she’s always like trying to make jokes land and translate their silly Muna language and it’s so cute 😭 and they love to banter with interviewers too my favourite was “do you want to switch pants?”
I do find Katie can be hard on themself a lot like. In the way they’re perceived. It happens a lot in interviews again and I think is played off in that joking way ( “I’m so problematic” or “no fuck me”) when she misreads a situation with Naomi (usually them but sometimes with Jo) or a guest and think she’s said something wrong? Like I notice she wants to joke around but then notices something she said may have been Not Right and has to take steps back to make sure everything is okay and asks a lot of questions to be sure she didn’t do something wrong. I think she’s like Julien in that way where they don’t wanna be perceived in the wrong way or have what they say taken out of context or misunderstood.
But like in terms of how loving Katie is oh my god, there’s so much to unpack here? First of all look at her lyrics. The way she writes says a lot about what she wants to put out into the world and it’s so beautiful to me to see how it’s evolved over time too and also how her interpretation of her lyrics has changed throughout performances. Some lyrics that really hit me have always been:
Clearly I have a bias to About U
But like yeah her lyrics definitely show how hard she feels emotions and how she has learned to channel them and bro I could hyperanalyze every Muna song if you asked me to tbh but I won’t do that here because I will be insufferable lmao
Going back to her being personable, the way she interacts with guests and friends on gayotic and in other situations shows how she loves and how much she loves I think? Like the way she talks to people and jokes around with guests and interviews like they’d been talking for ages. Katie is definitely a person who wants to be like In Charge of the interview 😭 I’ve noticed this with gayotic she really wants to lead conversations and it’s funny but she still does her best to give the floor to others and listen attentively and ask questions and that clearly means a lot to her which I think is a love language in itself. She loves telling stories and relating to people she’s talking to, like with franki or other friends they’ve had on gayotic she’s always so excited to share good memories and it clearly makes her so happy to share those with fans 🥺 she loves her friends dude
She’s also just really physically affectionate, which we knew was coming ofc. Sometimes she just gets distracted in interviews and almost kisses Jo which is funny I can never tell if it’s a bit or just the urge to kiss Jo (valid). Her holding Naomi’s hand during interviews when she knows she’s going to say something that’ll annoy them 😭😭. She seeks out physical touch sometimes during interviews, she’ll lean a bit closer to the others every so often or do the joking kiss thing. Katie also seems the most inclined out of all of them to use pet names for her friends like baby/honey and this is adorable, she calls Jo baby a lot especially when they get flustered on podcasts/by cameras. Boygenius gets hugs on and off stage every interaction of course, and I genuinely don’t think it’s for fan service. There’s a difference in the way Katie dances with phoebe during silk and the way she hugs her when she first comes on stage. Flirty stage presence Katie versus excited to see her friend Katie methinks. And the hug and head kiss she gave Julien after last night’s performance looks almost like a comforting thing, especially considering how shy jb used to be during silk performances?? And she hugs Lucy so tight every time it’s so sweet. She just loves those boys like she loves Naomi and Jo :(
I just think that Katie Gavin has a whole lot of love to give the world and they show it as outwardly as they possibly can because there isn’t nearly enough love in this world as is
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Loki Series Theories 4/?
My last few theories are shorter, so I’m including the rest of them on this post. I imagine I’ll come up with more theories as season two gets closer and probably as season two is airing, so this probably won’t be my last theory post.
Theory: Loki doesn’t (always/usually) shape-shift when changing genders
So, listen. I love fan-casting Katie McGrath to play fem-day Loki as much as the next person. Probably more than the next person, because I’m horny as fuck for Katie McGrath. But Tom Hiddleston’s already been cast as Loki, and if we cast another person to play Loki, those implications of genderfluid representation aren’t fantastic. It paints the wrong picture at the very least, and I don’t like that.
And the other thing is, I can’t shape-shift, as much as I would love to. I would love a free top surgery, but I can’t. So, I don’t really need him to shape-shift. Because the thing is, being able to shape-shift does not mean you’re genderfluid, and being genderfluid does not mean you’re able to shape-shift. And shape-shifting is not the end-all be-all of gender representation. Loki should just be able to say, “I’m non-binary today,” and have people be able to use they/them pronouns. He shouldn’t have to be like, “Here are my boobs now, I’m a girl.” Just, let them live.
And I think Tom Hiddleston would do a good job playing a genderfluid character. It’s a shame we could not have cast a genderfluid actor (as far as I know) to play a genderfluid character, but Loki wasn’t a genderfluid character in the MCU at the time we cast Tom Hiddleston. He was in the comics, but not in the MCU. (Cuz the MCU sucks.)
So he doesn’t have to shape-shift. It’s okay. (But casting Katie McGrath as somebody else is okay. She’s preeeeettttty.)
Canon Likelihood: Loki doesn’t usually shape-shift to express gender.......Likely.
Primarily because the writers don’t understand what the fuck genderfluid means. They haven’t used it. I don’t think Loki’s even shifted to impersonate a woman before. So I think it’s likely that he doesn’t shape-shift to express his gender, because he doesn’t. Because he’s not genderfluid in the MCU, because the MCU is a piece of shit and doesn’t understand what genderfluid means. He’s not genderfluid representation in the MCU.
Theory: Sylvie is a transwoman.
I’ve already said this in my pinned post. This is not a theory, this is not a head canon. She is a transwoman. Moving on.
Canon Likelihood: Sylvie is a transwoman.......Not a theory.
Is it canon? Yes. I don’t give a shit what they say. It’s canon. I don’t care. I disregard your reality and substitute my own. She’s a transwoman. Fuck off.
Theory: Who is Mobius’s “favorite”?
So people are wondering (and by ‘people’, I mean me) who Mobius was talking to when he hugs Loki but looks at Sylvie and says “You’re my favorite.” Who are you talking to, Mobius?? “You’re” could mean either of them! “You’re” is not a gender-specific pronoun.
I want him to mean Loki. I get it if he means Sylvie. She’s my favorite, too, she can do no wrong, she’s perfect. But I want to know who he meant.
So here’s what I think: I think they cut a conversation between Mobius and Sylvie in the car. I think Marvel’s a fuck, and they deleted a scene that was very important to this situation and they didn’t care that they cut it and that it doesn’t make any sense now. I don’t know what they said in the car, and I don’t know why. But I think, when he says “You’re my favorite,” he’s talking to Loki, even though he’s looking at Sylvie. He’s looking at Sylvie, because he’s referencing something they were talking about in the car, presumably something about Loki. But he’s talking to Loki.
Because we didn’t get enough of him and Sylvie. I don’t think we even saw a shot of them in the car together. (Is that when they talk about the TVA? That was still too short if they did that in the car, but I don’t remember when that was.) What happened while they were in the car? Did they just sit in silence? No! It’s Mobius and Sylvie! It’s the person Loki likes and the person who likes Loki, like of course, they’re going to talk about Loki! And, on top of that, it’s the cop and the person he was trying to arrest! Like, they’re going to talk about something! Why didn’t we get to see it?
Canon Likelihood: Marvel cut a conversation in the car.......Complicated.
Can you say if something is likely or unlikely to be true in canon if it was a deleted scene? I think it’s Likely that it was a deleted scene. I think it’s Unlikely we’re ever gonna see anything referencing it. We might, if they catch this. We might get a reference later on if Loki gets jealous that he thinks Mobius said that Sylvie was his favorite. And then maybe Mobius will be like, “I was talking to you!” Like a confession scene, maybe.
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Wednesday November 8th, 2023: Let your heart out, Eliza.
It's a Wednesday night and, like usual, I'm sitting in my room, alone, and not sure what to do with myself. I spent yesterday and today cooped up in my room and didn't go out much besides going out for a walk, get take-out, or walk with my older sister. The usual. To defend myself, I do have a nasty cold, so I did mostly just sleep through these last 48 hours. Even with that justification, it doesn't make me feel any better.
I'm so bored. My life feels like an endless cycle of the social highs of work and the deep, depressive lows of having days off. I am 22 years old and yet I feel so...alone. I feel like an anomaly. Everyone I knew from four years ago has all but disappeared from life and have been replaced by a new set of characters. That change wasn't subtle, and I still feel like I'm getting used to it. I didn't feel like this two months ago, but I do now. I wish I had a life outside of work.
Look, I get the whole #unwind and #liveyourtruth kind of deal about it being okay about being a homebody and enjoying spending your off days alone and by yourself. My sister is like that and she's living proof that it works out great for people. Between 2017-2018 she spent most of her time in her room and not leaving home only for her to be unaffected when she went back to college - and actually got better grades than when she was in high school. I'm introverted and I love and need time to myself, but I just need to feel alive.
If I'm being completely honest, I wish I was in college. If things went as planned, I'd be in my senior year of college and be on track to a get a political science degree. Obviously, that didn't happen. Most of the people I want to know or keep in contact with that are my age are either in schools away from here or are just as lost as me but are at least wandering about, exploring. For me, I'm stuck behind a customer service desk.
Isn't that the perfect segway.
I'm going to begin this blog just to let out my feelings about my life. I don't expect anything to come of this besides just getting my thoughts out. I tried recently to write out my heart on my typewriter but that lasted a good two days - also, like, those keys can hurt my fingers omg. I work in customer service and am one of those people you hear your cashiers page for a "(blank) leader" when they need help. I do a little bit of everything in the front end of a grocery store. I don't really want to go back to work tomorrow because some of my favorite people won't be there.
I'm going to use anonymous, fake names to talk about the people I know to give them and me privacy. I think it's fair if I'm going to vent about them on the internet.
Tomorrow I won't have Joceyln, Deanna, or Torin. It's like the trifecta of help I won't get. I will have Rona at least, but she will come later in the evening. Carson will be there, but he will get on my nerves. Katie will need me to tell her what to do. I will have to deal with Kelsey and Christina for my first half. Hopefully Kelsey will keep her mouth shut.
Maybe this the first and only post I will make, but who knows. Let's see how my attention span will allow me to keep doing this.
I listened to the album "Now and Then" by Eliza & The Delusionals when I wrote this. Such a good album and band!
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three ; unanimous
itto x y/n
carmendeez: kiss.img
y/nandittoabouttokissagain.img
look at them!
katy perry: so scandalous!
WAIT
LEMME SEND THE VIDEO I TOOK
y/nxitto.vid
scary mouse: why the fuck is it so blurry
cant you take a damn video
katy perry: why do you care so much!
carmendeez: miya
maybe, just maybe
he wants to join the y/nxitto fanclub!
katy perry: REALLY?????
scara, would you really
scary mouse: ...
katy perry: i need to know if youre serious!
will you do anything for the success of y/n and itto
scary mouse: ...
carmendeez: maybe he doesn't like our ship name!
y/n x itto does sound weird
we could do better miya!
katy perry: yes, sir!
hm...
hmmmmm
yeah i've got nothing :(
albedo.: how about y/itto
weed watcher: or itto/n!
carmendeez: i like boyh!
what do u think miya?
⤷ i like boyh!
weed watcher: yeah we know venti
carmendeez: SHUIT UOP TOMO
ARENST YOU GAY DOR KAZUHASA???
weed watcher: well-
carmendeez: SHUT UP
weed!: tomo
you love me?
scary mouse: the fact that you understood that is terrifying
weed watcher: ah
uh
no
i mean
yeah
i do
katy perry: @everyone uhh gay people????
sherlock headass: please
if you wanted to just ping the gays, you couldve just @ed venti
carmendeez: IM SXIK OF YOY
⤷ i do
weed!: what a coincidence, i love you as well
barney coochie: what the fuck.
what the fuck??
who changed my fucking name.
oni dick: PFFFF
HAHAHHAHAH
WAIT
WHAT
NO
CHANGE IT BACK
NOW
barney coochie: karma, bitch.
oni dick: oni dick is better than barney coochie.
aegue w the wall
barney coochie: be serious.
⤷ oni dick is bet...
carmendeez: HOLDY AHIT
thomas the tank engine: kazu and tomo are making out in komore rn
send help
kazutomo.img
oni dick: do i get free cake?
thomas the tank engine: sure
oni dick: on my way!
⤷ kazutomo.img
albedo.: interesting
i might have to research this
barney coochie: what are you researching, exactly
albedo.: the human attraction to one another, and the psychological effects it has on health and society.
carmendeez: okay
nobody cares
albedo.: i recall having xiao's number saved...
carmendeez: AMBEO
ALBDEO
ALBEDO PLEASE
DONT
IM SO CLOSE TO GETTING HIM
PLEASE
ALBEOS
sherlock headass: "so close to getting him"
bro. he doesn't even know you
carmendeez: UHHH
YES HE SOES
i literally bumped into him in the halls and dripped all my papers!
we made eye contact and...
dog.: and...???
carmendeez: he continued walking.
katy perry: BWAHAHAHAHHA
sherlock headass: see.
i told you
my intuition never fails me
carmendeez: FUCK YOUR INTUITUON
- - -
a ghost of a smile presented itself on your face as your eyes scanned the group chat. calling out for thoma once you reached komore, you sat in one of the barstool chairs, listening in on conversations for fun
"i can't believe he did that!"
"what?! the rumors are true?"
"yes! he confirmed it with me just a couple minutes ago!"
"so he actually sm-"
"HEY Y/N!!"
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" you whipped your head to see the owner of the voice only to sigh out of exhaustion. "oh. it's you. hello." being dry on purpose, you hoped that he would leave, but alas you forgot. he's persistent. "you should come over to our table! i'll introduce you to my friends!" he subconsciously sat down in the seat next to you, rambling on and on about how his friends would love you. "no, thank you." silently wondering when thoma will be here, you fiddled with the fork.
"whaaat?! is it because of what happened earlier today? im really really sorry! you're partially to blame though-" itto apologized putting his hands into a prayer motion, making his voice go near silent at the end. "anyways! wanna hear about a new onikabuto i caught recently? it's super big, i just know it's tremendously strong! im naming it 'Crimson Crusher The Third' pretty cool name, huh? hey hey! did ya know i spent five whole days and nights to catch this bad boy!"
"thoma!" you stood up, chair moving behind your figure. "yeah?" peeking his head out, thoma smiled. "when the cake is done, bring it to itto's table. and for my sake, just tell her already!"
grabbing itto by the collar, you made him stand up and take you to his table. as you introduced yourself- well more of itto introduced you- to his friends, a unanimous ping came from five phones
cheeky trans masc. call that a he/he/he
weed watcher added 4 members.
albedo: i thought you were joking when you said that, tomo
carmendeez: ARE THIS THEM
barney coochie: is this them
grammar.
be like albedo, venti
carmendeez: BARNEY COOCHIE
barney coochie: whats your persona again?
a bard? whos also a god?
barbtoes?
babroetoes?
barbiwtoes?
carmendeez: BARBATOs
unknown number: get me out of here
unknown number (3): i don't think that's possible, diluc
unknown number (4): hello!
barney coochie: fucking ew
not one but two gingers were added
this chat has been tainted
sherlock headass: venti is here
it has always been tainted
carmendeez: HEIZOY
WHY ADW YOU SO DISREXTECTDUL
unknown number (2): whoa!
tomo-bro??
weed watcher: itto homie!
oni dick: okay
yall introduce yourselves so ven can change names
unknown number (4): but we're with you?
unknown number: diluc. diluc ragnvindr.
katy perry: 'bond. james bond.' headass
carmendeez: d-d-diluc?!
haamehs bonde: hello venti.
unknown number (4): im tartaglia! but you can call be childe
eleventh of the eleven fatui harbingers!
weed!: doesn't that mean you're the worst one
last place
eleventh out of eleven
⤷ but we're with you?
barney coochie: y/n.
listen to me carefully.
oni dick: listening
barney coochie: fucking. get. out. of. there.
unknown number (2): barney coochie bro!
wrre not gonna hurt her or anthibg
just havsing fun at komsre with thoma bro!
y/nussy: see
y/neatingstrawberrycake.img
oni dick: arataki itto.
you are on thin fucking ice
y/nussy: lets break it together baby
why are you looking at me like that?
sto-
oni dick went offline.
y/nussy went offline.
unknown number (3): they r definitely fucking
tatatringara: were across from them kaeya
oH
SHES STRANGLING HIM
katy perry: VIDEO VIDEO
rat: fight.vid
tatatringara: THSY WRESTILING
rat: in bed
carmendeez: WANNA HERE SOEMTHIBG I WEOTE
YEAH?
yes onmg venti ur so cool!
OKAY!!!!
ahem
when one drives by a certain tranquil neighborhood, the pleasant sound of a violin will be heard. the strings and the bow compliment each other as the wind carries the notes to places far, far away...
albedo.: how would you feel if i added xiao?
carmendeez: IT WASNT EVEN BAD
oni dick: stop writing about my playing venti
and thise winds are from your pet dragon
tatatringara: venti has a pet dragon?
carmendeez: no-
tatatringara: thats cool!
back in sneznhaya i
barney coochie: had no family
yeah we know
⤷ and thise winds...
carmendeez: HES A CANARY
oni dick: whats his name again
storm?
stormy?
no it starts with a d
dballin?
dfallen?
carmendeez: DVALIN
y/nussy: a pet dragon has nothing on my onikabuto
RIGHT Y/N
oni dick: oh god...
finishing the last bite of your cake, you stood up and moved itto out of your way, signaling that you wanted to leave. "oh! lemme walk ya home!" picking up your umbrella, you ignored his request. near the door, the air got cold, and brisk water droplets filled the streets. rain. opening the door and putting your hand out, you thought thank god i didn't water them this morning. undoing your umbrella and stepping out, you wasted no time beginning the journey to your house. it was about a ten-minute walk away, seven if you're lucky.
"y/n! wait up!" your breath hitched as your eyes focused on one thing: that stupid soaked white shirt. itto ran his fingers through his wet hair, moving a couple of strands from out of his face in the process. with no proper coverage, itto willingly let himself get soaked. surely the feel of rain beating on his skin would make him uncomfortable? and especially that shirt. that damned shirt.
why he came out of his home sporting a tight white shirt knowing damn well it was going to rain, only the archons know. and the way his abs clung to his shirt for dear life. the sleeves stuck to his skin. everything about this was so ho-
"y/n! you were really gonna leave me like that?" sighing, you ripped your eyes away from the sight. "get under the umbrella." making a tsk sound, he moved closer to you. "here, i'll hold it." clasping his hands around yours, itto pried your fingers from the handle, a soft giggle escaping his mouth.
the walk was silent. well almost. itto often asked you questions to only be hit with basic one-word answers.
"hey... since you aren't holding the 'brella anymore, you must need something to hold. what about my hand! it'll do. cmon! let's hold hands!"
"do you think that rainwater will soothe the effect of pepper spray or will it just make it worse?"
"i've become immune to it since someone keeps spraying me!"
"it was one time! today! during lunch!"
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"Where have you been all day?" My dad asked as soon as I walked through the door. I tucked my hand in my sleeve slyly, hiding the number George had written on it.
"Psychologists." I answered, eager to get to my bedroom.
"Until nearly night? It's pouring outside I started to get worried." He said, crouched over and looking through a pile of junk mail.
I supposed he had lost something. I didn't ask, otherwise he'd probably tell me he needed help. Helping him was the last thing I felt like doing...too much had happened in my day for me to not want to just go lay on my bed and reflect on it, and write in my journal.
"Oh. I met some friends." I said slowly.
He looked up at me, putting the envelopes in his hand down.
"Friends?" He asked.
I just nodded, I knew he was surprised, but he didn't even seem happy for me...he'd always wanted me to make friends and be more social, what was the big deal? I could see the stress in his eyes.
"Listen, Katie, don't go around calling everyone your...friends...friends are people you--"
"Spend a lot of time with and know everything about," I recited, "I know, dad. I meant I met...new people." I sighed.
He laughed, a false and sarcastic laugh, "look I'm not trying to bring you down I just--"
"I know, dad, it's fine. May I go to my room now?" I asked, growing frustrated with him.
"Well, you're an adult, do what you want." He shrugged, going back to his papers.
I stared at him for a moment, I felt embarrassed all of a sudden. In front of my own father. I felt stupid to have told him I had made...friends today. I felt stupid to have asked to go to my room.
My dad and I were pretty distant from one another. We had an okay relationship, I'm not exactly a daddy's girl or anything close. We have our laughs, our ups, our downs...he's pretty much just whatever. I do love him though.
He looked up at me, wondering why I was still standing there, obviously.
I walked away, finally. Heading upstairs and opening my bedroom door. I had seen all of my school books stacked on my desk.
Sweet! He ordered them already.
Usually my dad was slow at everything, leaving it to him to order my university text books I feared I might not have gotten them at all.I figured my mom had probably called him up and nagged him enough about it. I walked over to the window, watching the rain. London was strange. It was beautiful, probably the most beautiful place I had ever seen...but...I hadn't been many places in my lifetime.
I still couldn't understand why my dad moved so far away...we had nothing here. No family, no friends...and he was so far away from mother...
I took my jacket off and pulled out a hanger from the closet, hanging it on my doorknob to dry off. Then took out my phone, recording George's number to it. I wanted so badly to text him, but it seemed so juvenile. Only in high school was it okay to text so much...I noticed as high school was over, most people only text each other if they needed something, or had something to say really fast...
"It's me Katie." I sent, just so he'd take down my number also. I set down my phone and stood up. I turned back around and stuck it under my pillow. I don't care when he replies. I lied to myself.
I went to the drawer and pulled out some leggings and a comfy t-shirt. I wished I had a pair of sweats...they would have been the most comfortable bit of clothing to own and wear as of now. I didn't have clothes like that...I only even had one pair of leggings. I dressed up a lot, just because I loved to mimic the old time actresses of the late fifties and early sixties...and if I wasn't doing that, I was in jeans. I owned tons and tons of jeans.
Sometimes I don't even know who I am. I'm all kinds of people .One day I'm Marilyn Monroe, the next Joan Jett. How do you just go from that to...that?! I confused even my own self. My style was all over the place.
My notification tone went off.
I turned and looked at my pillow.
I'll change my clothes first, then answer. That way, it seems like I'm a busy person. Not waiting for his reply at all...I started changing, quickly without noticing. "K," I bet that's what he said. What is he supposed to say, "oh hey you're so beautiful I love you let's get married and die together?"
I laughed at my thoughts, you're so stupid.
Oh no...why are you caring so much, you can't like George, you don't even know him. All he did was give you a ride home. Matty was the one you had your eye on, right? Yes. Correct. Stop thinking so much about George.
I sighed and walked over to the bed, plopping down and grabbing my phone from under my pillow.
"Hey, you're actually in your own house now right? Ha."
I smiled right away, he actually asked me a question...he didn't just say..."K."
I sighed and responded, "Yesss...thanks again :)"
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I'd never been so excited for psychology. I had spent all morning changing outfits, I ended up wearing all black...with dark lipstick...MAC's Film Noir. it seemed smart at the time, but now I hoped that when I saw Matty he wouldn't notice that I'd decided to dress like him to get his attention or something. I sat in the same seat as yesterday.
I didn't have to wait, I knew Elaine had no one in her office the moment. But I hoped to see Matty again. Maybe he'll be late...he came in a few minutes after you last time...remember...
I looked at the entrance, feeling like a creep I finally stopped staring at it and looked somewhere else. Elaine came out, looking at me and smiling.
"You're welcome to come in now if you'd like?" She said, her shirt lower cut that even last week. I tried my hardest not to look at her breasts, it's not that I wanted to, they were just there. You couldn't help but to look at them. Maybe she was waiting for Matty too, the way she was dressed.
I smirked at my stupidity.
Why would she be waiting on him anyway? She probably had a husband or something. I wished I could turn my mind off momentarily, but that of course is not possible.
I took a seat, she shut the door and grabbed her clipboard, sitting down also.
"How are you today?" She asked.
"Great." I smiled.
She raised her eyebrows, "well that is an improvement since last week. What's gotten you so up?"
I looked around, smiling still, "I've met people. I usually feel alone all the time, and I am. But I actually met people, and one of those people have been talking to me quite often."
Elaine smiled, "and how does that make you feel?"
I didn't really feel anything except...great..."great." I said.
She positioned herself more in her seat, looking at me, "try to find a deeper explanation of your feelings, a deeper connection with them...than just great."
I closed my eyes for a second, trying to really get in touch with how I felt, "I guess..." I thought a little longer, "...important..." I opened my eyes, Elaine nodded, watching me.
"Like...I actually matter in the world. I'm part of the universe...not just watching it." I said.
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Matty hadn't shown up that day.
I wondered if he'd quit or thought it was stupid...maybe he didn't need it...I didn't need it...my stupid dad just thought I ought to have it with the stress load of university piling on my back that it would blow off the internal steam...he said I bottled myself up too much...and I guess he was right. But that's what I had my journal for, as well as my sketchbook. That's where I released everything.
Every pain and every ache. Every thought in my brain, or illusion of my mind.
Well, at least I wouldn't have to face the embarrassment of him seeing me in all black. Or maybe it wasn't as big a deal as I thought, I mean hey he's not the only person on earth who was allowed to wear the color, right?
I walked out of the entrance door, just as, bumping into someone and falling right onto my ass. My purse fell off my shoulders, all of it's contents spilling onto the floor as I hadn't zipped it before I left Elaine's office.
"I'm so sorry, excuse me," the voice. I looked up, it was Matty.
I quickly tried to put my self together, fixing my hair and grabbing my purse, hurrying to get everything back inside, especially my lady products, even though it was perfectly normal to have them, I still didn't want him to see them. He helped, handing me my California ID card and driver's licenses, while sneaking glances at the photos as he did so.
"Katie," he smiled.
"Hi, Matty, I didn't know it was you." I smiled.
"I didn't know it was...you," he shrugged, "hey look I'm really late, I'm really sorry." He said, walking backwards slowly, "I'll see you later?" He asked.
"I...guess so." I shrugged, I didn't know if he really meant it or if he was just saying it casually...casually of course. Stop over thinking everything.
"Alright, see ya." I waved, smiling as I watched him hurry into Elaine's office.
#omg! a matty healy fanfic#trumanlilac#the 1975#matty healy#george daniel#ross macdonald#adam hann#fanfiction#fan fiction#fanfic#fan fic#matty healy fanfiction#the 1975 fanfiction#writeblr#writers on tumblr#writer on tumblr
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Okay listen
Yes this is the “longass post” I mentioned in my previous Tratie HoO post hgjkfsh I decided to publish it and see what y’alls think!
Anyway, I saw this post, like...a week ago?? And all of a sudden, everything related to the HoO series that I’ve held back just came charging full-force. So I’m here to grace y’alls with my ideas and thoughts about HoO.
Honestly, if I talked abt everything that went off-kilter in that series, we’d be here all day, so I’ll just stick to the mere basic point that was also the basis of my HoO conceptual rewrite idea, and that point is...
Percabeth shouldn’t have been a part of the Seven.
Yeah yeah, half of you guys must be throwing stones at me, the other half is probably nodding in agreement. But seriously, Percabeth already had their time to shine--they had an entire five hecking books, they ( and their characterizations ) definitely do not need another five more, yeesh! I love Percy and all, but pls, five more books in which his and Annabeth’s and their relationship’s character were diminished? Yeah, no thanks.
I love Percabeth, but in HoO, they became so...bland??? Idk how to properly explain it, but I didn’t like what happened to their character arcs at all lmaoo
But then, I got an idea: what if, instead of Percabeth, it was TRATIE who was a part of the Seven, instead?
Now this idea was inspired both from the post mentioned above plus another post that talked abt Tratie as a part of the Seven in a bit more detail, which I cannot find no matter how many times I scoured the rr-crit tag ( smh, if anyone else knows of this post, pls lmk and link it, I’m sorry 😭 )
And yeah, I know a lot of ppl have been hopping on the ‘Nico & Reyna as part of the Seven’ train when it comes to making HoO rewrites, but see, hear me out, just think about the potential of Travis Stoll and Katie Gardner--two children of minor gods--getting their spotlight in a series of their own ( plus more indirect spotlight on the minor gods in question ) plus a slowburn ( kinda ) relationship?? Heck, I already have some ideas for this, that I’ll jot down below the cut along with some conceptual ideas about the rewrite. If any of y’alls end up reading this whole post, can you...just, idk, lmk whether it’s a solid plan and if I should actually take it forward and plan on writing it? Bc I’m being rlly indecisive rn ahaha 😅
So. Tratie instead of Percabeth. Let’s take a closer look at the potential:
Honestly, I hate to admit it, but Percabeth didn’t do much to the plot as a whole, so it wouldn’t make much of a difference if they’re taken out. Though there are some things they did to move the plot forward, although little, and that’s what I’ll touch on before I discuss Tratie in general:
( oh yeah, disclaimer: I read the HoO series about five years ago?? I’m trying ( key word: trying lmao ) to reread the series currently, but it’s just not sticking lmfao. Probably the main reason why I wanna rewrite it so badly, other than the two posts that boosted my inspo )
--> THE ATHENA PARTHENOS: Annabeth went on a solo quest in MoA to track down the Athena Parthenos bc it was crucial to sealing the rift between Greek and Roman. BUT, any other demigod could go on that same quest instead of her. Like Piper, whose mother had told her that she was essential to sealing the rift but never ended up doing anything for it bc RR just...flopped idk; or someone like Leo who has similar abilities as Annabeth and would be able to outsmart Arachne in a similar fashion as well; or even Reyna could come earlier than she did in the series and work with the Seven or some of them to track down the statue? Idk, there are lots of options, tbh, there’s honestly not that much relevance to Annabeth being the daughter of Athena so she has to track down the Athena Parthenos. I mean, sure there was the Arachne ordeal, but other than that, nothing major rlly happens
Percy, himself, didn’t rlly...do much for the entire series, other than fight. I mean, there were some minor aspects of HoO where his powers or relations to other characters vibed well, so we’ll check those out:
--> KANSAS: In MoA, Jason and Percy fought each other bc they were forced to. That could easily happen even without Percy. Instead, of Percy, it could be Hazel and Jason fighting each other due to their connections as the Big Three children being taken advantage of. It could be sort of like a mirage of Thalia and Percy’s fight back in TTC. Plus, again, it gives way for more bonding and discussion after between two other characters that never got much interaction time together in canon
--> KYM AND POLYBOTES: okay this is the scene that takes place in BoO where Percy and Jason face off against Kym and Polybotes. But, Percy...does literally nothing here other than get poisoned lmao. It was Jason who did the heavy-lifting bc Percy got a t a d bit arrogant, thinking he was invincible underwater. So honestly, you could take out Percy and replace him with another member of the Seven (who would seem reasonable, in the context, so no Piper or Annabeth or Leo, etc bc none of them can survive even a minute under the water and doesn’t have a way like Jason to breathe). Tbvh, I can see Frank and Jason go together to face Kym and Polybotes. Frank can shapeshift into a sea-creature while Jason can use his ventus vacuum thingie, so it all works out, and nothing too drastic is changed!
There’s probably a couple more of little scenes where Percabeth was mostly significant in some way to the series, but let’s be very honest...there weren’t a lot of them. So long story short: if you want to, you can easily take out Percy and Annabeth from the series and replace them with another pair and it wouldn’t be the end of the world, lmao.
Now onto Tratie ideas in relation to if they were a part of the Seven instead. Here are some bullet-points of some ideas that I thought of:
It could be a lovely parallel, where when Jason woke up, all he could remember was Thalia, so when Travis wakes up, all he remembers is Connor, his younger brother. I think it would be nice bc it shows that not everything has to be romantically coded like how Percy only remembered Annabeth in canon. It would emphasize Travis and Connor’s sibling bond more so, and I can just imagine Connor giving Travis reuniting noogies and trying not to burst into tears in MoA, and Travis whispers something like “you’re here” and the floodgates open, and it’s just crying and hugging and the like 😭😭
Katie is a daughter of Demeter, so she would have a somewhat connection with the Earth aka Gaea, hence there is now a plausible reason why Gaea would want to spill her blood to rise. Also, when the time comes to defeat her, instead of charm-speaking her to sleep or whatnot, Katie could be a significant crux to the primordial’s defeat bc her powers tie in with the land/earth, so she could use her powers to forcibly push Gaea back into the earth.
Instead of them going to Tartarus, they end up going to Cupid (so some other pair will fall into Tartarus instead), and instead of a stupid forced outing, Cupid takes one look at them, senses their underlying emotional tension and goes “oh boy, yeah, you two have a lot to talk about” and actually (tries to) help guide the two into confessing the feelings they’d hidden, instead of being a little shit like in canon. Plus I just adore the idea of Travis calling Katie “flower” after they get together, and Katie calling him “key” not just bc he steals stuff but also bc he’s like the key to her heart and all that sappy bs, I literally love them sm ��� literally such wonderful nickname opportunities that have a deeper meaning
Travis and Jason might have a subtle rivalry, but unlike Percy and Jason’s weird ‘I’m stronger than you’ thing, it could be bc Jason felt a bit jealous of how everyone was looking for Travis, including his sister, while no one pulled much of an effort to look for him? It’d give an opportunity for them to talk things out and end up growing closer after talking
Juno/Hera saw Travis’s need, his desire, to redeem the Hermes name and as a result, used that fire to kickstart her plan by plopping him in Camp Jupiter while Jason got switched to CHB. Hence there is now a reasonable concept as to why the switch happened, because honestly, the whole Percy-Jason switch didn’t make all that sense bc Jason, yes I can sort of understand why he got switched, but Percy?? There was literally no solid reason that was explained as to why he was chosen to be switched lmao. But with Travis, Juno/Hera takes pity on him and uses this as an opportunity for him to bring glory to the Hermes name after the Titan War
I have a ton more ideas for the rewrite as a whole tbvh. Stuff relating to ways Gaea could actually be defeated, more on Octavian’s backstory and why he hates the Greeks so much, and other tiny scenes between the demigods that could bring about more characterization and details to their arcs.
The only problem is...with the way this is going in my head, I think things might end up diverging more or less from canon as the series progresses? Like there will obv be the canon scenes, but there might also be non-canon scenes that might change the series plot a little bit?? And idk how many of y’alls will appreciate that lmao ghjksfgh but I have started writing it. It’s a super long process lmfao, so idk when I’ll publish it (probably on Ao3, if I do), but I just wanted to let y’alls know bc a lot of you guys liked my first post abt this and I saw your lovely tags and it made me super happy and honestly, those tags are the reason why I even started writing this in the first place! So thank you guys so so much for the positive feedback!
#also I need to figure out how Katie's powers will relate to Gaea's defeat bc I totally want that to happen#anyways#lots of stuff to think abt#lmaooo#rr crit#anti rr#tratie#travis stoll#katie gardner#jason grace#piper mclean#heroes of olympus#hoo#anti percabeth#again sorta but not really lmao#kit speaks#sparkysparklightning#frank zhang#hazel levesque#kit writes#Kit stuff#the demidudes#hoo rewrite#wow this post did turn out to be as long as I intended#w o w#anyways if y'alls are interested I can try to make like a post abt various things that might be canon divergent in the rewrite???#but only if y'alls want ahaha#or maybe I might just do it just bc#idk lmfaoo we'll see
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