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eveningepiphany · 1 year ago

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welcome to the final show | H.S oneshot

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summary: you take a beautiful sign to the final show and have the sweetest interaction with harry. then somehow bump into him in italy 2 days later.

warnings: nothing but fluff, and a few little mentions of how he saved your life!

a/n: i am so fucking proud of h. i want to give him a hug more than anything. this is for all my lovelies who love hslot so fckn much it makes them ill.

also this is such an unrealistic oneshot but like that’s just the way for it ig

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There’s a certain type of atmosphere that comes around once and a while. It’s rare.

It’s one that no matter how many photos or videos you take, you can’t capture it. One that no word has enough emotional range behind it to convey the feeling it opens up in you.

That is the only way to get close to even describe standing where you are.

You can’t lie, you had waited hours upon hours in the Italian sun just to feel the warm metal of the barricade underneath your palms.

You’d waited years just to get here in general.

When you turn your head to look behind you, you see tens of thousands of people there. Going from visible, overwhelmingly happy faces to a sea of tiny dots.

But you’re here. At the front.

You smile because you made it. This has, albeit dramatic, been a home to you over the past 2 years.

A creature comfort. One you followed every step of the way. And somehow you can’t believe you made it here, and neither would the girl back 18 months ago watching a pixelated Instagram livestream.

Standing in your outift, which took more rhinestones and glitter than you could ever have kept track of.

But you shined under the sun like a mirrorball, so it all felt worth it. Even though you swear there’s still glue stuck under your nails.

Your friends around you shared water, staying hydrated as the show starting neared. Wetleg had already preformed their final set. And tears had been randomly springing on you all day.

You heard the power in the crowd as they sung the prelude songs, goosebumps dotting over your body as you realise he’s probably able to hear it now.

Soon enough he’ll be looking at it. In all of its 100,000 people glory.

“You okay lovely?” Sofia, an Italian girl you’d met in the line checked in on you.

You nodded with a heartfelt smile. The whole experience was so bittersweet. Full of lasts.

“I’m okay. Just so so proud.” You nodded and she softly chuckles.

Her outfit was an electric blue that contrasted her tan skin, “I have some granola bars in my bag if you’re hungry? You should eat, we’ve been standing in the heat all day.”

Your best friend from your other side peered over, drawn back into conversation after being lost in the magic of the crowd surrounding her.

“On cry number— let me guess— 24 of the day?” She said it teasingly.

“Saying that as if you don’t already have mascara stains half down your face.” You grumble back jokingly, leaning your head back to look at the pastel blue sky.

You turned back to Sofia, “We’ll save them for after, maybe lay down on the ground and eat them or something.”

You only said no because you felt like you could probably be sick right now.

“Amore sciocco, troppo testardo il tuo bene, mio dio.” She mutters under her breath with a laugh, shaking her head at you disapprovingly.

“Trash talking her again in Spanish. God I wish I knew how to speak it.” You elbow your best friend at her quip.

You could stay in this moment forever.

As Bohemian Rhapsody begins playing you watch the sun go down, and in this very moment, It is your forever.

You live and breathe every second of it. All the way into peace piece, and as you’re gripping the girls around you for dear life as the lights start to dim along with the setting sun.

Harry coming has the arena screaming so loud it would have been heard for miles. He looks beautiful.

Like a shiny star up on stage. Blowing kisses and sending thank you’s to as many areas of the crowd be possibly could.

Mouthing words in Italian, causing Sofia to almost pass out beside you she screeched that hard the first time he did it.

And him counting in Golden with their language, speaking proudly into the mic— “Uno, due— uno, due, tres!”

“HES— WHAT THE FUCK!!” You’re laughing, holding her hand as she shouts frantically.

Songs bleed into one after another, going on your part from embarrassing screaming and dancing onto equally embarrassing crying.

The overwhelming feeling of seeing him so close— so damn close you can see each individual sequin on his silver outfit when his on the main stage at his mic stand in the centre.

You don’t even realise he’s doing a sign reading interlude until Sofia hands you yours from where it leant on the bottom of the barricade at your feet.

You were enamoured by him.

Taking the sign, your hands shook a little as he was on the main stage. Right in front of you.

His eyes are scanning the crowd, glancing over some signs and smiling.

“We have a choice tonight,” he begins, voice echoing through the speakers.

“we can either move quickly through signs, in which case, we’ll be able to give you some more songs!” An array of screams come from everyone, and you feel sick just at the prospect he was suggesting. The fact he could pull out any song.

He chuckles, walking further towards the area of the pit where you are, “Just an idea, just an idea!”

You’re pretty sure the girls are yelling something about him walking over, but you’re stunned at what’s happening overall, and you can’t even process what they’re saying.

But contradictory to what he’d just said. He stops a moment.

From his perspective, he saw a handful of very bright colours in the front of the crowd. One holding up an equally eye catching sign.

But he takes a moment to blink, focus in on the person holding it.

This girl has her eyes locked dead onto him, like as if he moves an inch— something could implode at any moment. Yet it somehow comes across in a flattering way.

And then he reads the sign.

‘you saved me. i cant thank you enough for that. BTW…’

His heart immediately pangs. Already too emotional at this whole event to be reading a sign like that.

You are in shock. Because he certainly just made eye contact with you and he’s been staring at your sign for a few good seconds.

“Can— wait can you turn that for me, love?” His voice falters a little.

As if Harry Styles just asked you to do something, you move with a haste you never had.

However you misinterpreted his question, turning the sign clockwise like as if it was upside down. Feeling a little embarrassed in yourself that it was around the wrong way.

He chuckles into the mic, causing a small uproar at the softness of it.

“Wrong way, it has B-T-W on it so I’m assuming there’s more on the back.”

“Oh, god— sorry!” You shout out to him, it sounding a little shaky, and you can’t lie that tears were threatening to spill from your eyes.

You had waited so fucking long to have a chance to tell him that he genuinely saved your life. And you’re finally doing it.

Also spinning the sign so the back of it is facing him, and his eyes flit gently over it too.

‘you have by far the prettiest smile ever.’ It reads, with a few large red hearts around it, decorated with glitter and rhinestones.

A dimple pops out on his cheek and he covers his mouth with a hand, flattered as ever.

“Why thank you.” He does a little bow as well, and you’re laughing out of shock. You’re interacting with him right now.

He straightens up, “I’m flattered as ever.” Prodding one of his dimples as he shows off just how pretty his smile is.

“And thank you for coming, it means everything to me.” He flushes a little, laughing at himself and your still starstruck reaction.

“You are stronger than you probably think. What’s your name?”

A tear breaks past your waterline, and you call out, “Y/N!”

Both girls at your side are clutching you like no tomorrow, and Harry takes his in-ear out to hear you better.

You call it out again, he makes only one off guess before he gets it. And your name rolling off his accent tongue makes your stomach flip.

“Y/N? That’s right— well that was a pretty good record for name guessing—“ he laughs, walking over as close as he can to the edge of the stage.

He holds the mic up to his mouth, “make some noise for Y/N everyone!”

You are in complete shock as you hear the whole arena cheer and holler for you, and Harry has this wholesome feeling of adoration wash over him as he sees your reaction.

The tears slipping down your pink cheeks. If he could, he honestly would go down there and wipe them off.

Not something he often find himself thinking. Yet here he is.

“Thank you for coming Y/N. What do you say we do some more songs?” He asks, smiling at the shocked raise of your brows.

“Yes, please.” You enthusiastically reply.

“Alright, you heard her. More songs it is!”

And so the show continues on. The second he breaks eye contact and moves away, a sob tears out of you.

You can’t believe that just happened. And the fact the rest of the show— unless you’re delusional, and making this up in your head— he lingers anytime he’s going past where you are. Catching your eyes, and smiling a little wider.

And you’re absolutely a wreck at the speech he makes, even though Sofia has to translate every word that leaves his mouth.

But if that nearly killed you, the piano ballad was honestly your final straw.

You cried so hard you couldn’t see the fucking stage at one point. And you wish you could say you were embarrassed for him to see you as he did one last round of goodbyes. But you couldn’t.

It was all your love and appreciation for him, poured out of you through the tears streaming down your face.

To your disbelief, he stops in front of you again, blowing a kiss to your friends and then one to you.

Bending down a little further to look at you, lips starting to move— from what your could hardly hear, and mostly got from reading his lips, he said ‘thank you, I love you.”

You blow a kiss back.

And before you know it, the show has ended. And there’s this full, yet hollow feeling inside of you.

Like you’re not sure how to feel. You miss him already, but that was by far the most amazing experience of your life.

You’re overwhelmed, with love and gratitude. And you, Sofia and your best friend end up doing what you’d proposed earlier before the show.

Eating chocolate granola bars with your back up against the barricade, tears still falling from your eyes.

———

Post love on tour depression is a real thing.

There is no normal explanation for having to force yourself to get up to have an amazing brunch in Italy of all places.

But 2 days after the show day, you’re doing just that. Dressing in a nice summer outfit at the very least, and taking your LOT bag with you.

The streets aren’t too busy considering it’s midday, and you make your way through them peacefully. Stoping to peak into stores, or take photos of little things you like every now and again.

And all your adventuring leads you to a beautiful little corner-cafe. One that the second you step foot into, you are comforted by its cozy feel & strong aroma of coffee.

The building itself had all its historic bones, but had been modernised. Fitted with sleek wooden floors and new furniture. Walls painted a crisp white to brighten up the already light filled room.

You find the menu hanging above where the counter is, on large pretty chalkboards.

You’re mulling over what to get when you hear a voice from beside you.

It causes you to jump a little at it’s unexpectedness, “I like your bag.”

It’s said with the tone that you can tell someone is smiling. And you turn to greet the person who had just spoken to you.

That’s when you’re met with a sight that knocks the wind from you.

Beside you— standing tall, with his tousled brown curls and rolled up linen long-sleeve is quite literally the man you saw on stage 2 nights ago.

“Oh my god—“ you jump a little at the realisation, it hitting you like a train within seconds. But you’re trying to keep you voice down, as to not cause some kind of scene.

He laughs at your stunned reaction, the way your ringed hand goes over your mouth. It’s a reaction he’s accustomed to. But the way your pretty features portray the expression has him all the more intrigued.

He does his classic introduction, “Hi, love. I’m harry.” Sticking his hand out, smiling. Like as if you didn’t know.

“I— well I did notice that.” You rush out in a nervous laugh. Glancing around looking for some kind of film camera, gauging if this is a set up and not a coincidence.

You’re left realising it’s just the two of you, and some older guy with a newspaper a few metres away at a window seat.

But no one with a camera or phone out filming this interaction.

You shake his hand after a moment of hesitation, telling yourself mentally you’re not going to cry as your relish the feeling of his calloused fingertips against the base of your wrist.

“Hi…” You flush profusely.

“What are you ordering?” He smiles at you, and your eyes are so obviously darting over his every feature.

Which you feel like you couldn’t stop from happening when he’s this close, and you’re able to fully see the plains of his beautiful face.

The structure of his jawline— that’s dotted with a light stubble—his cupids bow lips, the definition in his cheekbones. And fuck his eyes.

That are very intensely locked onto yours…

“Oh. I’m sorry. I…” you fumble for words a little, “probably like a tea. That’s usually my go to.”

He nods, “let me get it for you, please. How do you have it?”

“No, no. It’s okay, you don’t need to do that.” You insist immediately, because even though the gestures small, it feels like too much.

“Y/N.” He tuts gently.

“Weird that you remember that.” You think aloud, unable to filter the shock at the fact he just said your name. Even though the show was only 2 days ago, when he learnt it.

“Of course I do. You had quite the sign. I won’t lie, it made me tear up a bit.” He laughs, pushing a stray lock of hair out of his eyes.

“Well, It was true. Not to be cheesy or anything, but your music genuinely means everything to me.” You say carefully. Not wanting to come across as weird.

“And love on tour was one of the best experiences of my life. So… thank you for that.”

“Thank you.” He smiled at your shyness. And you recall the fact you told him he had a pretty smile.

Prettiest smile. The fact he knows you think that?

You wonder if he’s thought the same thing at all in the last 5 minutes.

“Your support means as much to me. Wouldn’t be able t’do what I do if it weren’t for people like you.”

“Now, how you have your tea?” He reiterates, asking for an answer, not for another polite declination.

“I— okay. Since it’s clear you’re not going to take no for an answer.” You sigh. Corners of your mouth upturning anyway at his stubborn ways.

You rattle off how you have it, and he nods, mentally noting it down like this is going to be a regular occurrence.

He walks over to the counter and you shuffle over to the side that you’ll pick up the order from. Watching carefully as he goes up, you take in his much more causal appearance to the usual extravagance of the outfits he adorns on stage.

Hes got a pair of denim shorts on—strong legs on display— paired with a white longsleeve that’s rolled up his fore arms.

You avert your gaze to the older Italian man at the register, clueless to who he is serving.

Until a younger girl, say 15, walks from the back room and does the biggest double take youve ever witnessed.

Harry has to be used to it, because there was no way anyone could miss that.

You’re feeling like you’re in a parallel universe. Because Harry is just casually strolling back over to you, like you’ve known each other for more than a total of two, 5 minute interactions.

You take a breath, reminding yourself simply that he is a human. Just like you are. He wakes up in the morning, has bad days and good days, has habits and routines he follows— just like anyone else.

You keep this in consideration as you open your mouth to speak, “Thank you for doing that. How have you been?”

He smiles at your shy tone, a tiny wholesome feeling bubbling up at your question.

“I’m good, honestly. It’s been a big start to the year. I’m excited to take some time off even though wrapping it up the other night was really hard.” He nods, eyes casually trailing the man who was making the drinks.

“If it makes any difference, I was sobbing like a baby at pretty much every point of the show.” You laughed.

“I did see your very tear stained cheeks.” He shocks himself little with his continuation,

“Would’ve jumped down and given you a hug if I had the bloody time.” And he smiles with gratification as you mask your shocked reaction as much as possible. However, tiny little micro-movements in your face were still popping through. “I went a little overtime with the speech.”

Just human to human. You drew a tiny breath through your nose, “Which was great by the way. I mean my friend had to translate the whole thing, but was also another tear jerker.”

He goes to say something else, interrupted by the call of his name from the counter.

In which he collects the drinks from the lovely man, smiling at him with a warm thank you before turning to come back to you.

“Here you go, darling.” He hands over yours, and his green eyes look bright as ever.

The darling makes your stomach flip. He’s British, they use pet names like this in passing conversation often. But fuck if you didn’t know any better you’d think there was a chance he was flirting with you.

“Thank you. You really didn’t have to, but I appreciate it.” You repeat.

“You have a different accent, you’re not from Italy no?” He interjects and you’re a little confused at the sudden change of topic.

“No I’m not from here…?” you laugh.

“So you’ve travelled all this way to come see me I’m assuming, the least I can do is buy you a tea. Think of it as a thank you.”

He tests the waters a little further, “i don’t usually stay in cafes for overly long but, if you have time to sit for a bit…”

“You continue to amaze me.” You chuckle, slowly following behind him as he pulls up a chair, back to the window.

“You also made me a very flattering sign. So im just being courteous, as a way to return the favour.” He smirks almost. And you’re honestly not strong enough to endure this.

“And that little piano thing you did? Is this compensation for my mental health?” You hold the cup up and he lets out a surprised laugh at your gentle quip.

“Yes, I’ve heard word that it came across as emotional as I’d intended.”

“You could hear a pin drop in the whole arena.” You nodded, taking a sip of the tea he’d bought you.

“I was so worried I was gonna fuck it up somehow.” He shakes his head, hand running through his hair as though he was anxious just at the thought.

“It sounded amazing, Harry. Made me feel a lot how fine line did when I first listened to it.”

He looks sincere with gratitude as you talk. And it stays that way as he continues on conversation with you.

You know heaps about him— you’re a fangirl that’s practically your job— yet he doesn’t know anything about you. Leaving him curious about many aspects of your life, and also with plenty of questions. Ones he really can’t believe he is even asking given you’re a fan, and he’s never actually done this before.

Whatever this is, because it felt a lot like a first date. With the way he asked where you were from, who you came to Italy with, where you grew up.

The whole lot. Your drinks both long since finished, but the questions still flowing between you two. Like there was never enough information to be learned.

He was interrupted by a call, and it almost popped this little bubble you’d made around yourselves.

Which possibly wasn’t a bad thing for him. But it served as a reality check for you.

You’re still just a fan at the end of the day. Even though your not sure how that term stands after he knows about your favourite foods, or childhood stories from your younger years. Because you feel like now that he knows that, the dynamic feels different to you.

But most of all you dreaded the fact you had to say goodbye again. But now you have to say it knowing that he walks away from this knowing things personal to you.

You realise he’s on the phone to his mum as he talks, “Yea, tell Gem to grab them anyway… I’ll be back soonish.”

He glances up at your after a moment of brief silence, “I’m just out with a friend of mine I… bumped into. So I’ll see you soon, okay?”

A friend of his?

“Alright, bye, I love you.”

And just like that the phone hung up.

“I’m feeling very special at my label. A friend of yours.” You laugh, but not lying whatsoever.

“Was m’mum. We’re having a late lunch at her BNB.” He explained, and the fact he didn’t object his choice of wording meant even more to you than anything.

You stare at him a moment, both mutually realising that this moment was seemingly going to have to end at some point.

“I don’t often do things like this.” He shrugs, watching your eyes train on random objects around the room as you get lost in thought.

“What do you mean?” You ask.

“Never sat down with a fan and just had a drink. It was lovely, thank you for being so polite.” He smiles again at you.

It surprised him just how far he went with it. But you had this gentle aura about you. He knew of all people, you were safe to share this private slice of himself with.

“Thank you for buying my drink… to have spent this time talking, it— well it meant a lot to me.”

“I would give you my number if my manager wouldn’t kill me.”

As stated, he continues to surprise himself just how far he’s going.

Your brain stalls at his comment.

“You could just have mine? Buy a burner phone and text me off it.” You make the first suggestion that comes to mind and he barks out a laugh.

“Could just reaffirm that you weren’t going to sell my number off to fans on Twitter?”

“Ah, that could also work too.” You nod, raising your brows.

He pulls his phone from his pocket, and your heart genuinely palpitates. Because how the fuck had you managed this.

“Gimmie yours, if you’d like?” He slides it over, and you feel like you’re picking up something with more value than just a phone. I mean it’s Harry Styles’ phone of all things.

You begin to type it in, glancing up as his gaze is trained on you, “how many numbers of fans do you have banked up in here?”

He rolls his eyes at your tease, still smiling, “I’ll have you know you’ll be the first. If my mums counts though, then only two.”

“I just…” he pauses, pursing his lips as he looks for the right words, “knew I’d regret it if I didn’t have a way to get in touch with you. I’d say we’ve got a lot in common and it’s always nice to meet new people. And I don’t want to be thinking later ‘wow, she was lovely, wish I could have kept in touch’. Y’know?”

You send yourself a text, just a simple ‘:)’ so it saves in his recent messages. “Well, I suppose I’d be a little sad too. Probably start sending emails to your manager trying to find a way to get in touch again.”

He laughs at this, standing up from his chair and pocketing his phone in his shorts once you hand it back to him.

You also rise from the table, watching his movements keenly.

“Makes this part less sad.” He says, in reference to the impending goodbye, “I’m not leaving Italy for a little bit though, and if you’re sticking around as well, maybe I can buy your more cups of tea— to make you feel even more guilty about it, of course.”

You let out a soft chuckle, “Yea, I’m not leaving for a little while…”

He walks to your side of the table, not hesitating to pull you into a hug that leaves you winded.

You freeze a millisecond before jumping to embrace it. Enjoying the gentle yet strong feeling of his body holding yours. And the way his hands are ever-so-slightly caressing your lower back.

“Thanks for hanging out, alright? Don’t be shy to message me.” He murmurs into your hair.

“I— okay. I won’t. Thank you, Harry.” You smile into the crook of his neck.

He gives a final squeeze before pulling back. Fighting the internal urge to press a little kiss to your temple.

“I’ll see you around, hopefully. Bye Y/N.” He gives you a final smile before waving goodbye, and heading out the cafe.

Your head is reeling as he exits. Unsure if you just imagined that whole thing. You needed someone to pinch you, because as far as your concerned that whole interaction was something you dreamed up.

You check your phone to see the time.

1:53pm

1 new notification

Unknown Number | :)

So that actually did just happen.

———

To reaffirm that you weren’t the only person in the world to witness what happened today, you see a tweet reposted on an update account that reads,

so, i just saw harry styles in the cafe i work at, and he sat down and drank a tea with someone he talked to at a show. not naming the interaction for privacy but like… what the fuck?

And secretly you smile. Maybe this is something you’ll keep to yourself for a bit. Like he’s a new secret friend of yours.

———

part two!!

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givethemsmut · 19 days ago

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Cody Rhodes x Reader

Made of Gold | Chapter Six

I pretended to not be bothered the whole time the girls gossiped and gabbed about their jobs.

Every time I caught Brandi’s eyes cascade over me I simply smiled in her direction. I felt like a politician’s wife, keeping myself from pressing her intentions.

Cody reappeared, that same smile he flashed, but I could tell his eyes were a storm. The blue suddenly seemed more fogged and his body didn’t seem relaxed anymore.

Walking over to him casually, hiding every ounce of excitement to be rescued by him. Offering my lips to his, he pressed his mouth to mine, only deepening the simple peck. His tongue slipped inside my mouth and I instantly knew he noticed his ex.

He went from the Cody I knew who was always making a joke to the Cody the wrestling world knew - a performer.

This kiss was to show her he moved on.

I had nothing against making her jealous. Cody was supposed to be a fling yet here I was riding on his bus, at his job, pretending to be some trophy wife.

“Well, hello to you too.” He was still holding me against his chest, arms tightly around my waist, engulfing me in him.

“Sorry, that took forever but we had to go over the entrance and pyro. You okay? They eating you alive?”

Trying not to glance over my shoulder I noticed his eyes shift. “Met your ex girlfriend. She seems nice.”

Cody pulled away enough to lock eyes again. “I didn’t even think about her being here. All I thought about was getting the chance to be The American Nightmare here.”

I let him toy with her by using me, the way he let his hands smooth down my ass. “Don’t worry about it. We never talked about being exclusive... I can’t imagine this life promotes healthy relationship.”

Maybe I dodged a bullet.

I tried to play it casual and cool, not show my cards when I forced myself to smile even though I knew every part of me was falling for him.

I would never admit the way he noticed her and preformed hurt.

Layla warned me about the connection you’d feel to the person who took your virginity. I didn’t believe her until I met the threat of not having him anymore, a gorgeous woman named Brandi.

“Babe,” he didn’t add anything after as if he was defeated before he truly spoke.

“It’s okay, I’m gonna go freshen up on the bus. You do your thing.” I pulled away, keeping my fake smile pasted on and making sure Brandi bought every second of it.

Walking away our hands tethered until our fingers held on until they couldn’t. I found my own way back to the bus, yanking the door open, and fell into the bed we hadn’t slept in yet.

Sinking into the bed I tried to digest that Cody was boiling down to the fling. I was mentally trying to cut the invisible ties that bonded us but every time I closed my eyes I saw him ravishing me the way a stranger couldn’t.

He felt like the only person in the world who knew me. My body, my mind, the person I wanted to be instead of the trauma response I am.

Cody knew every sensitive spot, he knew exactly how much I could take before he sent me over the edge, he knew exactly what I liked when he fucked me.

How could two people fit so well physically and it mean nothing emotionally?

If Cody really wanted Brandi back then I was going to help him do just that just to not lose him. I could settle for friends.

Scrolling on my phone for way too much time I finally dug through my suitcases to find something even more sexy. I wanted to outdo all the designer backstage and I knew Brandi would be watching.

Slipping into a tight black dress that hugged every curve I paired it with thigh high boots I touched up my hair before I proudly walked back into the venue for the start of the live show.

While I got ready I did some research on WWE, who was who, and whatever else I could arm myself with.

The event had came alive, everyone running around and getting ready for their moment to shine. I could hear the fans in the stadium roar as I tried to find Cody.

Simply turning around I felt myself be pulled into a hard body. His lips pressed against mine and I felt myself melt into his arms when I realized the stranger was Cody.

My body knew him before I could even register it.

His mouth so close to mine I could taste him on my lips still, “I don’t want her back. I don’t know what she said to you but fuck her.”

Wrapping my arms around his neck I tried to find a lie but came up empty. “You took my virginity but it doesn’t mean you have to pick me, Cody. Let me help you. You helped me so much.”

“Are you serious?”

Noticing her walk into view behind him I nudged him making him aware she was watching.

Gently pushing me into a wall behind us I suddenly lost track of her entirely. His eyes got dark with his hands planted against the wall, boxing me in. His tongue crept into my mouth with so much intensity I felt my clit pulse between my legs in response.

His hand swept up between my legs and I felt my breath hitch in my throat. “I don’t even have to check… I know you aren’t wearing panties by the way you want to so badly rub your knees together.”

I licked his neck up to his lips and watched him switch from hungry to starved. My lips covered his ear, whispering, “that’s perfect, keep going.”

Not removing the hand between my legs only snaked up further until the pads of his fingers clashed with my clit. I clung to Cody like I had no choice.

“Do you need me to prove I only want you by fucking you right here while everyone watches?”

The sharp tone of his voice skated to the bottom of my spine as I tried not to collapse against him.

That authoritative voice that seemed to echo slapped me sober while I hid my face in Cody. “Cody, wasn’t getting caught once today enough? I’m gonna send you a fine. Anywhere but my backstage.”

He scolded us enough to have Cody’s hand fall from between my legs but not pull away.

“You’re ticketing me?” He was looking at me but talking to his boss standing right behind him.

The large man, sporting a slightly weathered look, came closer before responding, hand on his shoulder. “Your ex is standing right over there. You have a bus, use it. Welcome home.”

Cody kissed me again only without his tongue this time he left me a wet mess clinging to the wall for support. “I have a match in twenty. Hang out, get some food, I’ll be quick.”

Shaking my head I nodded, still unable to move as I felt myself vibrate still. I was prepared to just head back to the bus when Brandi stopped me, something I would have anticipated if I wasn’t drunk off him still.

“That’s his MO you know. The girlfriend experience then he dumps you out of nowhere.” Her shrill voice only made it sting worse.

“Let me guess… you saw him all over me and the jealous monster sitting on your shoulder told you to warn me. Out of good intentions, right?” I crossed my arms expecting something more than petty remarks from an adult.

Rolling her eyes, “don’t say I didn’t warn you. Maybe you should ask him yourself before you’re expected to get an abortion too.”

“Oh sweetheart, I already knew you were the ex without him saying one word. You should work on your poker face.”

“Don’t pretend his house isn’t littered with my things. Did he tell you we were going to get married?”

I crossed my arms, loathing her for ruining my high. “I’ll bite - then what?”

Closing the gap between us, she stood right in front of me. “Then his dad died and he left WWE. Cody and I have unfinished business. I suggest you don’t get in the way of that.”

Cody’s life choices were making more sense, all the details he left out.

“Cling to that unfinished business because it’s the only thing you’re gonna cling to.”

I left her standing there out argued by a seventeen year old when I found myself back on the bus.

Yanking the tight dress like it personally offended me I tried to cool down but every part of me wanted to break things. Pulling over my head an American Nightmare shirt I skipped bottoms in exchange for a lace pair of red panties.

Cuddling up against his pillow I took a deep breath of him.

I must have fallen asleep when Cody’s body bullied mine into turning over on my back. Kisses covering my face and chest messily when I heard him whisper, “I have to be inside you baby. I’m addicted.”

Still shaking off the fact that I was just sleeping I felt his hands push up my shirt up enough to enjoy my lace panties.

Lazy, sleepy, moans escaped my mouth.

“My shirt and now these? Are you trying to kill me?”

Shaking my head yes I let my legs fall apart just for him to fill the space, not before tugging my panties down my legs. Out of his torn shirt and wrestling pants he smelled like fresh soap. His hair was still wet when I let my fingers smooth through his locks.

Reaching for the night stand, he fished around the random objects crashing against the sides of the drawer. “Fuck,” he exhaled sitting back between my legs. “I’m out of condoms baby.”

“I don’t care, Cody.”

Leaning up, meeting him more than half way, my mouth nipped at his. Feeling empowered by how heavily he was breathing I flipped over, pushing my ass into his crotch and letting my hands press against his bed.

Every hard inch wedged against my ass, his hands smooth up my shirt to cup my tits.

“You’re gonna let me fill up this tight pussy? Already so wet for me.” He groaned the words out and his hand guided himself to my entrance. Pushing my ass back on him, I exhaled at the familiar stretching as he filled the void between my legs.

I couldn’t help but moan while my hands fisted the sheets. Bucking his hips I quickly got use to his size all over again like he hadn’t been stretching me out to accommodate every thick inch for months now.

Muffling my moans I buried my face in the pillows as our bodies collided over and over.

“What a good girl… fuck… so fucking tight.”

Grinding my ass back into him, out of breath I moaned through my words. “It’s too big, Cody. I’m gonna come.”

Not releasing my nipples, I continued to squirm against him like it would provide any relief. “I know baby, taking this big cock so well. Tell me you’re mine.”

“What?” I gasped without realizing it.

“Tell me who you belong to. Tell me you’re mine.”

Throwing my ass back, I nearly came undone at how it felt to ride Cody this way. I could feel my legs shaking every time I pulled forward only to impale myself again.

He was giving me every ounce of control over him and it felt overwhelming. He was strong in ways I admired and yet I was bringing him to his knees with my pussy.

“Cody,” I whimpered completely compliant to his demands. I was his whether I liked it or not.

“Just like that.” The grit in his voice told more than looking over my shoulder couldn’t. I could tell his jaw was clenched in anticipation, his eyes closed, and the way the veins decorated his muscles before he came.

My cheek pressed against the cold covers, I moaned through the orgasm cascading over me.

Every muscle in my body stilled as the orgasm rocked through me and I felt out of control.

Cody’s hands grasped around my hips and smoothed up my back. “God damn. I could fuck you for forever.”

Collapsing next to me in the queen sized bed in the back of the bus splattered with his name I crawled over his chest, letting my arm rest over him. “Forever is a long time. You’ll be an old way before me.”

Choking on his laughter he tried to tickle me but I but could feel the exhaustion pouring out of him.

“I’m serious.”

“I don’t have expectations, Cody. You don’t have to woo me.” Casually snatching the water bottle from the night stand I took a swig while he sat up against the headboard.

“What did she say to you?” The playfulness drained from his expression.

“That didn’t sway me, Cody.”

He repeated himself only this time it was much more intense while I watched his fists ball up. “That you were supposed to be getting married… slick comments about abortions and you dumping girls after you get your girlfriend experience fix.”

“Wow. What a fucking, bitter, bitch. She tried to trap me in getting her pregnant then my father died. I went off the deep end and we broke up. End of story.” I could tell he didn’t want to truly talk about it even though he asked.

Leaning against the headboard I could feel our shoulders brush, “how long did you date her?”

His head fell to the side and I watched his eyes scan up to mine. “Long enough. A year.”

I exhaled in the form of a wow. Cody had ex-girlfriends, of course, but knowing the details made it hurt worse.

“Come on, you’ve had boyfriends.” His face got close to mine and I felt his hand smooth over my bare ass. “Maybe not like that… but I can still be jealous too.”

Straddling his lap slowly I placed my hands on his shoulders. “I’ve had boyfriends, of course, but no pregnancy scares or rings on my finger.”

His eyes were foggy again and his strong hands held my hands behind my back enough for me to welp out-loud. “I can tell by the way ride my tongue that someone’s ate that pussy before. I can tell by the way you wrap that hand around me it’s not the first time you’ve touched someone. You don’t have to engaged or almost pregnant for me to be jealous that some boy has touched you. It’s gonna happen, I just wanna be the last man to fuck you.”

Our mouths collided when he finally loosened his grip on my wrists. Practically falling into him I felt my hips sway on top of him without meaning to.

Whimpering through our kisses I asked, “When does it stop feeling like this? I can’t help it.”

I could feel my legs shake and my body go up in flames. I was turned on so easily still and nothing extinguished that need for him.

“You wanna come again baby? This greedy pussy needs more?” His lips pressed soft kisses down my neck.

I shook my head yes knowing my pussy was already soaked from his dirty words and the way his hands were up my shirt. I was a mess for Cody, in every way you could be.

He was going to break my heart and I was gonna ignore every warning sign.

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last-words-ofashootingstar · 2 years ago

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Stupid Games, stupid prizes

February Filth Fest : Day One

Kim Hongjoong x gn reader

"Right? Because I don't. Fucking. Share. Not my Baby."

a/n: lets GOOOOOOO (also i had to stop myself cause this story could have gone on forever LMAO)

(>ᴗ•)genre:

smut, very very slight angst

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents:

not edited,angry/jealous/possessive sex, drummer joong, healthy communication(i'm a whore what can i say!!!!), semi-public, tipsy reader, pet names(primarily baby, pretty & joongie), spitting, hair pulling, scratching, hickeys, restraint, fingering, unprotected(wrap it)

tags: @cherryxsang

SMUT UNDER THE CUT MDNI

Saturday went by just like any other. Wake up late with your boyfriend, laze around the apartment, go to his bar where he and his band preformed, do his hair while he did his makeup and spend the rest of the night cheering them on.

Until ,that is, your routine was broken when you decided to play a drinking game with a group of friends and began feeling the effects. Usually, you just sat and supported him from the sidelines but the amount of alcohol you'd drank was making you brave.

You know for a fact that your favorite song is coming up to finish the set and you lean your hands on the person next to you with an exaggerated gasp. "Hey," you tapped on his shoulder incessantly, "Binnie, let's dance."

"Why don't you dance with your boyfriend?" Changbin, the poor soul, is much drunker than you. You roll your eyes and meet Hongjoong's on stage for a split second.

"My boyfriend plays the song, stupid... How drunk are you?"

"Nope."

You laugh, sliding off the stool and dragging him with you. The both of you laugh as he pulls the chair down with him, stumbling to catch it.

You don't even recognize how long the dancing goes on until one of the band members yells "fix on" and both you and Changbin yell excitedly, slapping each others arms. He lifts you a few inches off the floor and carries you back to your drinks. Your friend Yunjin hands them over with a smirk.

"Fix on!" You all cheer before taking a swig. All too soon, the feeling of the cool liquid is washed away with heat as you begin dancing again. Yunjin joins, and you twirl each other around. Changbin frowns dramatically.

"Twirl me," he pouts, crouching down a bit so you can effectively grab his hand and twirl him. Her returns the favor and twirls you around over and over. You catch a glimpse of Hongjoong standing as his rap part is coming up.

As he begins, you lean back into Changbins chest. He wraps an arm around your shoulders as you sway-dizzy and drunk. You lose yourself in Hongjoong's voice as if you haven't heard him preform this song a million times already.

His eyes bore into you -more specifically the man attached to you- the entire time.

When he stops, he licks his tongue over his top lip: catching his breath as he watches you. You grab onto Changbins wrist, still over your shoulder, to ground yourself as he sits on the edge of the stage and motions you forward.

Changbin, Yunjin, your drink, the rest of the song- all forgotten as your slot yourself between his legs. "Enjoy the show?"

"Always do," you answer truthfully, leaning to catch his lips. The both of you are already breathing heavily, so it doesn't last as long as you'd like.

When you go to pull your head back, he won't let you. His hand, still holding his drum sticks, catches the back of your head and pushes you back to him- gently colliding your foreheads. His other hand gets ahold of your jaw, making you pout. He purses his own lips and you know what he's about to do. Although your face heats up with embarrassment, you open your mouth even more for him. His spit makes it's way into your mouth and when a bit dribbles out, he uses his thumb to swipe it back in.

Similar to how he trapped your head, you trap his thumb. You take it between your teeth and smirk as you bite down gently. "Let go, Baby," he whispers into your cheek followed by a small peck and a mumbled promise, "you don't want me to punish you more than I already want to."

You let his finger go, kitten licking it as he pulls it away. His hand trails down your torso and down to your pants, hooking your belt loop and pulling you closer. "You tryin' to piss me off? Or you just so needy you couldn't wait for me?"

"What did I do?" You whine, rolling your head against his, moving down to kiss him again. He grips the back of your neck and pulls you away before you can.

"How much did you have to drink?" You look up at the sky, thinking. "Yunjin-ah!" You jump as he yells, calling her from the other side of the room. The band is packing up by now, but it's still relatively loud in the bar. "How many did you guys have?"

She holds up three finger and nods as he gives a thumbs up in response. "I was getting there..." you complain, flattening you hands on the cool stage on either side of his thighs. He's quiet, eyes searching the room and stopping at Changbin. He's barely conscious, slumped against his friends back. But that doesn't stop Hongjoong from giving him the stink eye. "Ahh," you draw out, catching his attention, "Joongie is jealous~" you slur, laughing as you lean into his sweaty shirt.

"Can't I be?" He asks, cradling your head against him, thankful for the noise so that you can't heart his heart thrum against his ribs. "Maybe I wanna be the only one to dance with you." Even in your drunken state, you realize that he sees Changbin as the competition. He'd probably see Yunjin that way if she weren't in a committed relationship. Hell- he sees the extra friendly cashier at the 7Eleven that way. "Maybe I wanna be the only one to touch you."

He can feel the way your breathing is speeding up. "Maybe I should fuck you on stage and show everyone how good you are for me.Just for me..." He shivers as your hands slide up his back, clawing at him through the fabric. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? Letting everyone know whose you are. Letting them know that he doesn't share. Right?" When you don't answer, only kissing his peck gently from where your head is hidden, he pushes you back. "Right? Because I don't. Fucking. Share. Not my Baby."

You've significantly sobered by the time that everyone else has left the bar, leaving you and Hongjoong to clean the rest of the mess up and lock up. Your still stumble a bit, but he made sure to do all the heavy lifting to put up the chairs and made sure you drank a lot of water.

Just as you grab the keys from behind the counter to lock up on your way out, he wraps his arms around your waist. "Jesus," you exclaim, smacking his leg with the hand towel on your shoulder. "Scared the crap out of me."

Wordlessly, he turns you around and lifts you up onto the counter. The cool wood makes you shiver as it hits your legs. He dives into your neck, leaving opened mouth kisses wherever he can find the space to. "Let's go home, Joong." You speak through your moans. You try to push him away, making the expanse of your neck smaller by leaning forward.

He grabs a handful of your hair and tilts it to the side, giving himself as much room as he wants. You brace yourself on his bare shoulders, nails digging into his skin. He latches his lips around the junction between your neck and shoulder, sucking and swirling his tongue. "Jo-"

"Shut up." He pulls away long enough to say those two words- then he's attacking your neck for the next ten minutes. He leaves marks, and leaves you unbearably horny. You try to grind up against him, try to get any friction at all. He uses one hand against your hip and the other to maneuver your head however he likes.

"Hongjoong, stop!"

He pauses, breathing heavily and looking at you with his pupils blown way out of proportion. "Are you okay?"

"What are you doing, Baby?" He pulls your hips closer, pushing against you with a small sigh.

"I," he begins, "I'm jealous. And angry."

"At what?"

"At you." He admits. "At Changbin. Myself. Just fucking angry."

"Did I do something?" You ask, placing a hand to his cheek and letting him nuzzle into it. "Why are you so angry with me?"

"No! God, no! I'm not- I'm not angry at you, My Pretty. I'm angry... because of you? I dunno." He pulls away and runs a hand through his damp hair. "I feel like I just need to let everybody know that your mine. And that- that I don't like them touching you."

"Oh, Joong." You hop off the table top and wrap your arms around him, pressing yourself up against his back and holding him close. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize that made you uncomfortable. I won't dance like that again."

"Wasn't the way you were dancing... was the way he was holding you." You truthfully don't remember what he's talking about, so he shows you. He flips your positions and wraps his arm just above your chest, holding onto your shoulder. "Like this. Like he was your boyfriend. Couldn't stand it. Almost went down there and- fuck."

"I'm sorry," you say again, searching your head for better words- but it's hard to focus when his hard cock is pressing against you like it is. "I wo- Well, I c- I got a little too drunk. We were playing a stupid drinking game."

"You know what?"

You hum in response, freezing as his breath fans down your neck. "When you play stupid games, you get stupid prizes. You know what your prize is?"

"No?" You had a vague idea.

"I'm going to fuck you until I'm the only thing you can think about. You win."

He scoops one of his arms under your knees and picks you up, pressing you tightly to his chest as you yelp. He lifts you up to the stage, and holds out his hand as your knees wobble. You lower yourself to the cool floor and listen out as he climbs up.

You should have known he'd make true on his promise to fuck you on stage.

"So pretty, Baby." He squats down and runs his fingers across your jaw. "Maybe I should bring you up here more often." You sit patiently, looking up from your knees as he unbuckles his belt. "Gimme your hands."

He bundles them up together and pulls the belt tight. Using it as leverage to push you to your back as he slowly descends. "You know how fucking angry I was when I saw him touching you like that? So close to parts of you that only I get to touch?"

He roughly unbuttons your pants and pulls them down with one tug. He shoves two fingers into your mouth, and smiles as your tongue swirls around them. At too soon, he pulls them away and lets them find their way into your underwear. "I'll give you a hint, how about that?" You mouth falls open in a silent moan as his fingers plunge into you. "I was livid."

You cry out a moan, bound hands holding onto his wrist as he thrusts his finger. "Joongie," you yell, "pleas- please slow down!" He pushes away one of your legs as it tries to wrap around him, chuckling.

"Oh, My Pretty..." He kisses your hand before grabbing the belt and holding them above your head. "That's not going to happen. You're going to cum for me." You push against his hold, whining as he pushes another finger into you. "Aren't you? You're gonna cum in the way only I can make you?"

"Yes! Yeah, yes! Please!"

"Then fucking do it, Baby."

He swallows your loud moans with his mouth, groaning into you. He works you through your orgasm, kissing down your bruising neck as you float back to Earth. "Ready, Pretty?"

"Yes," you purred, "want it. Want you."

He barely has the patience to lower your underwear and free himself, sliding into you the very next second. "God, Baby," he rasps, "feel so good. All for me."

"Just for you," your words awaken something inside of him and he begins hammering down into you, making you slide before he lifts your hips up and places them over his, leaving your back floating and your head resting on the freshly mopped floor. "Just for you, Hongjoong. I'm all yours!"

He groans loudly, throwing his head back and running a hand over your stomach, feeling your gut clench. You're gasping for air, bound hands still rested above you long after his hands had left. You tug on the leather, whining and rolling your hips to get his attention. "Wanna touch you," you pout, holding your hand toward him. "Please, Baby, need to touch you!" He pulls you up by the makeshift restraint and kisses you, hips halting as he focuses on tonguing you.

Your head is officially fogged up, buzzing with the after affects of alcohol and swirling with the pleasure he gives you. When he goes to lower you back down you, you grab onto his elbow before he can. "Let me fucking touch you, you are mine." His eyes shimmer with something dark, a small smile tugging at his lips.

He unravels the belt quickly and lets you push him down, hands roaming all over his exposed torso and arms. He lays back, hands rested on your hips as you grind on him. "If I fuck you well enough," you begin, "will you cum inside of me?"

He grabs your hair and pulls you down to rest your head against his. "Don't say things like unless you want me to ruin you, Baby."

You leave a quick, teasing kiss on his lips and sit up straight on his cock, making him whine.

"Maybe I want you to."

#february filth fest #kim hongjoong #hongjoong #ateez #ateez hongjoong #hongjoong smut #ateez smut #smut fic #hongjoong fic

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redhoodinternaldialectical · 7 months ago

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I don't know if you're still doing the ask game, but how about 1, 22, and 25? For Jason, and Steph too if you're up for it :D

--Cologona

Because I could still find it: yes! Still doing this ask game :3 Sorry it took so long to answer!

1) Why do you like or dislike this character?

I spent like seventy years attempting to find the post with this meme on it so I could give credit lmao, but I could not for the life of me, so uh, just know that I'm remaking this thing from memory I guess???

Jason is the bee in my bonnet, the rock in my shoe, and I am chewing on him forever and ever - meanwhile I will enjoy pretty much any comic about Steph simply because I love watching her do her thing :3

But to go into more detail I really enjoy Steph's narration style and the way she navigates the world. She feels very refreshingly street level and hopeful. Also as someone who grew up as the only "girl" (trans man but egg) in my martial arts class which was taught by a detective with a very drill sargent/tough-love approach to teaching and got an extra helping of PTSD as a result... watching her struggle, get dismissed bc of her gender, and go on to become a great hero despite Batman and his bullshit feels really fucking good. Def love Batgirl 2009

Jason on the other hand is just so deliciously messy. He's hurt a lot of people, but at the same time his anger is super justified! He's intimately familiar with violence in a way that I think makes him unable to conceptualize trust and gauge what an 'appropriate' response is. There's been several times where he's expressed the idea that serious violence by him against others is just normal and forgivable and not a big deal. There's something so compelling to me about that bc I think he really does see it that way, and it comes from a place of him being extremely used to receiving violence and being expected to forgive and not hold it against them. That wall of text in the meme picture is a tiny fraction of one of my essays on him. He's got so many fascinating layers and I love peeling him apart and putting him back together like a robot performing surgery on a grape.

Sometime after I finish Chained, I really want to write Four and Twenty Blackbirds, which is a fic concept I've had for ages now that puts them together in a lesbian/gay man queer relationship. The premise is that somehow or other Steph comes back to Gotham secretly/early and Jason is the first one to find her and they end up building a weird organized crime/community support organization called The Blackbirds.

Not sure on the timeline. Maybe it'll start before Under the Red Hood? Maybe after a modified Hush plotline?? In any case: Jason offers to preform High Vengeance against Black Mask either for or with her. She does not want him killed! She would feel like that went completely against everything she died for. However, she does want that fucker taken down, and is touched that Jason clearly genuinely cares. Also I'm going to have Jason assume without question that she is fully competent and his equal. Unlike every other vigilante in town, she will never have to prove herself to him. So anyways she tells him that yeah, she wants her revenge, but it's gonna happen her way, and the plot moves on from there, as together they destroy and co-opt Black Mask's organization and establish a territory for themselves :3

22) If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to this character? Something you don't like?

Unless given a reading suggestion by someone else, I exclusively read JayTim fanfiction, which heavily skews what I look for and see in fic. I'm also pretty damned picky lol I write much more fic than I read these days

Even the most basic, stripped down version of Stephanie's core concepts and background ought to be enough to conclude that she would have very complex feelings about both Jason and Tim and them dating each other. She had a supervillain father and a character arc about learning to value the lives of even her worst enemies. Now her ex is dating a guy who had a henchman father and the same character arc in reverse, a guy who specifically targeted her killer in order to get back at the mentor who bears some responsibility for both her death and his own. They are so uniquely poised to understand each other from across this fascinating chasm, both in terms of approaches to vigilantism and dating Tim. You could not ask for a more fertile storytelling ground, regardless of if you want her to be supportive or not.

So yeah, for Stephanie I like it when she has a personality outside of cheerleading Tim while being vaguely sweet and quirky.

The bar is in Hell here folks, and out of the hundreds of fanfics I've read I've only ever seen it cleared twice. And that's only if we include my own goddamned writing. This goes beyond normal fandom simplification, especially when you factor in that Cass, famously against all killing Cass, gets similarly denuded of all internal motives and qualities in favor of being (sometimes literally) wordlessly supportive for no apparent reason, while in those same fics the male characters get to have opinions and internal viewpoints. JayTim nation, I am praying for us to learn how to write women, truly.

Now on to Jason!

I think of Jason as someone who is intense in every facet of himself. He can be cruel and mistrustful or tender and romantic, but no matter what he is I want him to be a little unhinged with it, a little too deep, a little too incapable of not giving a fuck. I want this man lost in the sauce, whatever that sauce may be.

I dislike him being overly apologetic, which practically translates to me disliking most fics in which he is apologetic at all lol I do think he would come to regret some of his actions, but I tend to think those would be different actions than the ones he's usually depicted apologizing for. For instance, I can absolutely see him apologizing to a victim of the Joker for not killing him when he got the chance, but I don't really think he'd have the framework to consider his fights with Tim to have been all that far out of line.

25) What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

Ohhhhhhh boy that was fuckin ages ago??? I'm not honestly sure I remember, though I do know that I read JayTim fanfics before anything else that involved these characters, so it had to have been based on that.

...Gah, I don't even remember how I found this ship lol! I mean I started with Boostle?? Maybe JayTim was in the background somewhere of one of those fics? idk

I suppose my first impressions were that Jason was a Big Mood deeply traumatized and lashing out bc of that, and Stephanie was gir waffles XD random rawr means I love you in dinosaur.

Anyhow, thank you very much for the ask @cologona! As per usual with these things I hope it was a fun read and you have a good day and all that jazz :3

#damian's tomfoolery #jason todd #stephanie brown #jaytim

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asha-mage · 1 year ago

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thom merrilin & jasin natael, prompt: contest

[Send me a character or pairing, and a one word prompt, and I'll write you a drabble!]

Thom Merilin stood, leaning against one of the marble pillars of the Sun Court, smoking his pipe, and trying not to fume to openly, as the sound of bard song, if it could be called that, drifted out over the crowd, all of whom where watching intent at the center of the room, where Jasin Natael preformed.

You were raised by wolves and voices Every night I hear them howling deep beneath your bed They said it all comes down to you You're the daughter of silent watching stones You watch the stars hurl all their fundaments In wonderment, at you and yours, forever asking more,

Natael moved in a tight circle as he sang, his fingers strumming the harp in a rapid fire motion that Thom couldn’t help but try to follow with his eyes. His steps where not quite a dance, even as he turned in intricate circles around the center of the court’s main hall, and he made no effort at the acrobatics and gestures Thom would have. Yet despite that he seemed to project a grace of his own, as he swanned about, dignified and yet captivating. Yet it rankled Thom. Even the finest court bards did a little tumbling in their performances.

You are that space that's in between Every page, every chord and every screen You are the driftwood and the rift You're the words that I promise I don't mean We're drunk but drinking (sunk but sinking) They thought us blind (we were just blinking) All the stones and kings of old will hear us screaming at the cold,

Jasin Natael didn’t wear a gleeman’s cloak any longer, though Thom had it on good authority he had begun with one. But he also was not clad in the finery of a court bard. Instead his midnight black coat was one of those the Asha’man wore, right down the twin pins shinning at the lapels. A golden dragon and a silver sword. It lent him a gravity Thom had to admit. A weight. And it his made his strange song seem….right somehow.

"Remember me, " I ask "Remember me, " I sing Give me back my heart, you wingless thing!

Thom harrumphed as the crowd seemed to lean forward, caught like as if by the Power as the song shifted, the beat intensifying, and the man’s fingers seem to somehow, impossibly, flick faster across the cords of his harp. Jasin Natael had found his way to the center of the great golden sunburst on the floor and was turning in a endless circle, his voice somehow thrown in a way that seemed to give the song a grand echoing quality.

Think of all the horrors that I promised you I'd bring I promise you, they'll sing of every time You passed your fingers through my hair and called me child Witness me, old man, I am the wild!

“Where is the story?” Thom muttered to himself, puffing on his pipe. One of the nearby nobles turned to regard him with a gaped, googling expression, as if shocked Thom had dared speak instead of listening with rapt attention. Thom made a face at her and she sniffed, snapping her attention back to Natael and his song.

You are the son of every dressing-up box And I am time itself, I slow to let you play I steal the hours and turn the night into day By day, oh Lord, three things I pray That I might understand as best I can How bold I was, could be, will be, still am, by God, still am!

Natael seemed to glow under the torchlight as he sang, but Thom, while begrudgingly impressed by the technical skill the man was displaying, couldn’t fight back a snear. It was a good song musically, but lyrically? It was all image and poetry, feeling and emotion without shape or scaffold to put it too: the rough shod kind of thing a farmboy with delusions of grandeur would cook up. Thom would bet that was how this man had begun, for all his airs: a common farm boy, who thought a few clever rhymes meant he had the stuff of a court bard.

Fret not, dear heart, let not them hear The mutterings of all your fears The fluttering of all your wings Welcome to the storm, I am thunder Welcome to my table, bring your hunger!

Songs, truly good songs, needed to tell a story, to have character and movement. From Mistress Aynora’s Rooster, to The Great Hunt of the Horn. Even The Wind that Shakes the Willow had character, a story, a clear tale to be told. All this disjointed flitting about in Natel’s song made it so that even the most uncultured laborer would be confused by it.

Think of all the horrors that I promised you I'd bring I promise you, they'll sing of every time You passed your fingers through my hair and called me child Witness me, old man, I am the wild!

And yet the Sun Court seemed to devour it, as enchanted by him as the Court of Andor had ever been for any of Thom’s performances. He knew a crowd that was merely being polite, and he knew a crowd who was well and truly caught. This one was caught.

Remember me Remember me! Remember me! Remember me! Remember me! Remember me!

"Remember me, " I ask! "Remember me, " I sing!

“It’s the Power.” Thom decided. It had to be. Some trick of the power to make the performance more appealing- that was it. A clever trick that fit a gleeman Wilder turned Asha’man.

Think of all the horrors that I- Promised you I'd bring! I promise you, they'll sing of every- Time you passed your fingers through my hair and called me child! Witness me old man, I am the-! Think of all the horrors that I- Promised you I'd bring! I promise you, they'll sing of every- Time you passed your fingers through my hair and called me child! Witness me, old man, old man, old man, I am the-!

Natael struck the final cord of the song in an echoing note, and the crowd exploded into applause, while Thom harrumphed again. For a moment Natael just stood there at the center of the room, basking in the adoration, breathing heavily, and then he bowed, and somehow the applause doubled in intensity.

By the time it had died down Thom had made his way into the center of the court and Natael was evening out his breathing, straightening to smile at Thom in a soft, condescending sort of way.

“Well.” He said. “That's my turn done then. And yours ready to go. Good luck.” He tilted his head, and left the old man, unspoken.

Thom sneered as he drew out his flute. He would remind these people what true music sounded like. He watched Natael wander into the crowd, plucking a wine cup from a passing serving man, and smiling back at Thom in a way that reeked of smug satisfaction. Jasin Natael knew they where competing, and believed he had already soundly won.

Smiling back, Thom brought his flute to his lips and began to play.

(Song is, The Horror and the Wild, by The Amazing Devil)

#WoT #Wheel of Time #WoT Book Spoilers #LoC Spoilers #Asmodean #Jasin Natael #thom merrilin #Wheel of Time Fanfic #WoT Fanfic #drabble challenge #the amazing devil #the horror and the wild

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bluciusmacaw · 10 days ago

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Will Wood’s Slouching Toward Bethlehem/Branson Tour - Tucson, Arizona, Rialto Theatre

sorry i have a lot i need to say about this, it was great! It was great! First of all, it was great!

THE EXPERIENCE

Such a whirlwind!!! I wish I had a perfect memory it feels like such a waste to not be able to recall everything perfectly in its entirety!!! I really hope this show gets like the recordings uploaded somewhere, (not Tucson specifically, the man was very sick, so probably not firing on all cylinders, (but he could’ve fooled me!!)) I really need to know that I can hold on to that night just a little bit longer because it was so beautiful genuinely but my mind is flawed and it lets things slip away far too quickly. And it’s not like I was just NOT paying attention I WAS. I WAS. It was just such a barrage of AMAZING stuff that I genuinely could not keep up, I wanted every moment to last forever, but time kept marching on (as it does) and by the end of the show it felt like there was a little world that existed in that theatre and nowhere else, and when it had ended and I was horribly sad to see it go, but at least I was wearing some pants. Seriously, I’m so glad I could be there that night, I think the best word to describe the experience would just be “WOW!”

Point and Laugh

He preformed …Well, Better than the Alternative during this show and i actually quite liked the part where he slipped up and sang, “everybody’s in on my goddamn business, this isn’t my first krissss it’s………… fuck. BABY COULD YOU PLAY-“ i quite liked that part like yeah. sure maybe he messed up the lyrics but he handled it like a champ and also (i just learned this) his gf’s name is Christina (Kristina?) so perhaps he was just thinking about her u ever consider that huh? oh what u hate love??? u hate ppl who r in love??? give me a fucking break…..

How i shat the bed (unimportant)

I showed up at 5:00 p.m. because I was a little VIP, and I was freaking the FREAK OUT. I was freaking out man I don’t think I’ve ever been that scared to watch someone ELSE preform before but I was like a MESS. Will Wood was very sick (physically this time) (hahahah mental illness is funny!) so I couldn’t ask him to sign what I wanted him to sign but i got a FREE tote and The New Normal CD SIGNED so whatevah whatevah!!! But, listen, I went up to Will Wood, I was right there, in the perfect position to say all the things i had rehearsed in the time leading up to the show. and i fucking i forgot to say literally anything. i dont think i even said “hi,” i had two months to prepare just ONE statement for him and i totally shat the bed BUT HE WAS EXTREMELY KIND DESPITE THIS!! HE LIKE STILL SAID “THANK YOU” IN A MANNER THAT I WOULD CONSIDER TO BE EXTREMELY GENUINE!!! AND FUCKING. I ASKED HIM ABOUT REVELATOR (cringe?) AND I FORGOT TO TELL HIM TO TELL CHRIS DUNNE THAT THE WRITING WAS GREAT BUT THATS FINE IM SURE CHRIS ALREADY KNOWS DUE TO THE EPISODE DISCUSSIONS OR THE FEEDBACK CHANNEL ON DISCORD. BUT HE WAS VERY NICE AND VERY FUNNY and in a natural way too, like, if he was forcing it then he is better at improv acting than i thought! (JOKE) no but seriously obviously a lot of stuff had gone wrong leading up to that show but at the end of the day, Will and everyone else involved did a fantastic fucking job and i really commend their ability to do such good work despite the disease. And I’m so glad I got to be in the crowd of such an awesome show!

#shitpost #will wood #slouching towards branson #sorry i had to get this out of my system #i have a branson-shaped hole in my heart and it is caused by kudzu overgrowth #music music music #william woodiam #slouching towards bethlehem tour

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sylver-drawer · 12 days ago

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Thinking about how despite the various circumstances and my personal gripes about them, all versions of Athy and Jennette had good relationships with eachother.

I despise Lee Jihye’s treatment and view of those around her, but her and Novel!Jennette’s relationship without her internal monologues and strange intentions were genuinely good and strong enough to where everyone knew them to be best friends, and where Lee Jihye unconsciously looks and asks for Jennette when she’s in public. Manhwa Athy and Manhwa Jennette’s sweet relationship is known and said for. But, LP!Athanasia and LP!Jennette also had a strong and pleasant relationship. If Lee Jihye had her own circumstances for not fully reaching out to Novel!Jennette, LP!Jennette did too with all her knowledge of Claude killing her parents and ruining their images in history forever—but at the very least, in comparison to Lee Jihye, LP!Jennette was constantly making sure LP!Athanasia was ok. If LP!Athanasia had suddenly retreated early or had collapsed, she made sure to check up on her—and from Lee Jihye’s observations, with genuine worry and concern. When she hears that Claude went of his own volition and met with Athanasia, she’s of course shocked but then she genuinely expresses joy at the thought of Claude visiting out of worry for her, and is crestfallen when LP!Athanasia so casually responds how she’s used to Claude not caring about her. Before LP!Ijekiel defends LP!Athanasia, he cuts off LP!Jennette’s own protest against her own aunt, before rambling upsetedly of the fact others are accusing LP!Athanasia of faking her illness for attention.

Because of Lee Jihye temporarily taking the place of LP!Athanasia back and forth, it’s difficult interpreting any more of that level of their relationship on LP!Athanasia’s side, but there’s some sort of nuance when at the end of the Lovely Princess Sidestories arc, LP!Athanasia is awake and both Lee Jihye and her watch as Jennette firmly rebels against Roger and the Bureaucrats. Even though LP!Athy is right there in the same room, they blatantly ask LP!Jennette to take up the roles of firstborn. As LP!Jennette rebukes them, praising LP!Athanasia for her skills and experience while restating to Roger how she never wanted to be Empress in the first place, Lee Jihye comments on LP!Athanasia’s unreadable expression before she leaves with the vassals. You could almost interpret this scene as LP!Jennette rising up against the man who raised her, seeing through his intentions, and defying them as they’ve blatantly disrespected Athanasia‘a authority and birthright. More strange nuance between the girls when LP! Athanasia works within the palace, proving her worth to the nobles while LP!Jen takes care of the unconscious emperor. They have a quiet moment in Claude’s bedroom, both girls exhausted, but rather than speaking about Claude first, they inquire about eachother—about how tired the other must be with the other’s worn and pale complexions. It’s small, a private moment, but there’s this unspoken bond or connection between the girls—as if no one else in the world could share this draining moment of exhaustion and anxiety for eachother and for Claude. When I read this scene, I couldn’t help but think that there’s no way they had a bad relationship. Lee Jihye even describes the girls preforming their duties as harmonious without crossing the other’s boundaries. They were two girls, who despite the various circumstances of their pasts, have a relationship that’s unlike the relationships of Lee Jihye-Novel!Jennette and the Athy and Jennette of the manhwa, but equally as strong and trusting in each other.

#who made me a princess #wmmap #suddenly became a princess one day #sbapod #wmmap jennette #sbapod jennette #lp jennette #wmmap athy #sbapod athy #lp athy #sbapod novel #wmmap novel #syl tea

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h3ll0k1ttywr1t3r · 2 years ago

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Hi , if requests are open could I request platonic yandere hc of any danganronpa character of your choice :)

𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑! 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓.

𝐈 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐎 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐀 𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐆, 𝐈𝐅 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔!

𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐀 𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐆 & 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

YANDERE CELESTIA! Who took immediate interest in you at the beginning of the killing game.

❝ My my, I wonder who that could be? ❞

YANDERE CELESTIA! Who walks up to you with a gentle, elegant smile, and a calm. Monotone voice.

❝ Greetings, My name is Celestia Ludenberg. And what might yours be? ❞

YANDERE CELESTIA! Who slowly becomes comfortable with you, warning you to stay away from those supposed murderers! After all, what if you're next?

❝ My dear, please, keep away from them. Who knows what they could do to you once you're alone with them? ❞

YANDERE CELESTIA! Who praises you at doing a good job for finding clues, and often comparing your greatness to those who can't even preform a simple task for her.

❝ Why know, [Name] would've done this perfectly. In fact, they would've done it beyond my expectations. But you? You can't even do something as simple as make my usual tea correctly. ❞

YANDERE CELESTIA! Who becomes oh so overprotective of you, gently guiding you away from anyone who dare comes close to you.

❝ My dear- let's head over here. Shall we? Oh, no specific reason, my love, don't fret! ❞

YANDERE CELESTIA! Who often shares stories of her gambling experiences or her cat, offering to introduce you to her precious feline once the game is over.

❝ Why yes, my cat would absolutely adore to meet you-! In fact, I might just introduce you to each other once this game is finally over with. ❞

YANDERE CELESTIA! Who let's only you be affectionate with her. Such as brushing her hair, doing her makeup, holding hands with her, hugging her for comfort.

❝ It's okay my dear, it's okay. I'm here. ❞

YANDERE CELESTIA! Who feels nothing but rage when you interact with the Ultimate Moral Compass and the Ultimate Fan Fiction Creator.

❝ Mon Amour, why are you conversing with these- lowlifes! I'm the only friend you need, correct? ❞

YANDERE CELESTIA! Who manipulates and forces the Ultimate Fan Fiction Writer, to ultimately do a sin for her. A nasty, horrible sin.

❝ .... ❞

YANDERE CELESTIA! Who defends herself in the third trial, you backing her up as best as you can.

❝ See? Even Mon Amour agrees with me- I am not the culprit. ❞

YANDERE CELESTIA! Who, once her real name is revealed, goes into a berserk state. But, in the end, accepts her fate.

❝ My. Name. Is. CELESTIA LUDENBERG GOD DAMNIT! ❞

YANDERE CELESTIA! Who wishes you a goodbye, only hoping that you can survive the rest of this game. Letting you hug her for one last time- before her execution takes place.

❝ My dear, do not fret. I shall watch you from above, and, once you join me in the sky, we will be together again. Forever. ❞

𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐎, 𝐈 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀 𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 [𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄] 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑.

#dr1 celestia #danganronpa celestia #celestia ludenberg #celestia ludenburg x reader #danganronpa #yandere danganronpa #x reader #yandere x reader #platonic #lovesick #yanderecore #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa x gender neutral reader

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palettepainter · 1 year ago

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Not sure if you're still answering these type of ask. But do you have any Clifford headcanons? 👉👈

Maybe some about what Clifford and Zee's relationship was like???

my askbox is pretty much always open so people can ask for headcannons anytime! A heads up to longtime Clifford fans I've gotten a general idea of his character through watching episodes/clips from Muppets Tonight, so idk if theres other videos of him

-I did a post a while back with some Clifford headcannons so you can read them here: Palettepainter101 — Got any headcanons for Clifford? (tumblr.com)

-As for him and Zee overall they where a pretty normal, but fashionable, couple. From watching Muppets Tonight Clifford strikes me as the type of guy who is just trying to do his job, get paid, and put food on the table. If he's not dealing with some dumb shit backstage then he will be later. I kind of love him for that, he's just trying to run a show, let the man do his job.

-When they met Zee was just a singer and hadn't started her teaching career just yet. Zee sang at different joints more or less as a very passionate hobby, she was paid well but the gigs where far and few, so she wanted to get a fulltime job to make ends meet. She applies for a job at the Muppets Tonight studios for an actor, with her career as a dancer she was used to a stage and working alongside other muppets was a new change of pace that sounded fun to her. Since Zee was already a singer and proved to already have experience on a stage she got hired relatively quickly

-Zee had always preformed alone, so while it took a bit for her to adjust having acting partners she soon made quick friends with some of the other actors on the show. Being one of the oldest cousins to Zoot she's also naturally the mum friend of their group, so isn't afraid of rolling up her sleeves to get stuff down. Her and Clifford where pretty close by this point, since Zee was good at keeping a level head and people seemed to listen to her Clifford trusted her with a lot of other things he didn't have the time for.

In some bloopers for Muppets Tonight there's this one where Clifford gets into a fight with Johnny and his chimp Sal. I think it'd be funny if Zee see's this going down and naturally goes over to see what's wrong, manages to calm Sal down with nothing more then a few calm words and a smile, and the pair go on their way, before she turns to Clifford and probably asks "You good boss?"

-During the time when the two where starting to crush on each other there was a lot of flirting/playful teasing. Zee and Clifford could match each others energy, and their impeccable fashion tastes, but it took them ages to actually start dating. A lot of people on the show assumed they where dating long before they actually where because the back and fourth flirting game went on forever. The day Clifford actually went to ask Zee out stuff kept getting in his way, in typical, comical muppet fashion. Whenever he got round to talking with Zee something else would pop up, or Pepe and Seymour would interrupt him, then Zee would be called over by somebody else and he'd loose his chance. It wasn't until the end of the day when Clifford flops down in his office chair does Zee pop by with a coffee, probably with a "Sheesh, you look rough creampuff" comment (not unkindly). Clifford sighs, saying something about how the day was so hectic and how he looks like a mess. Zee chuckles, saying that he's still got his looks, and then Clifford asks her out

-The two where already flirty before they began dating, so adding dating to the mix felt totally natural for them. With Zee as his girlfriend Zee helped out a lot more with the operations of running the show, the stuff Clifford often handled alone with occasional help from Pepe and Rizzo. Zee's singing career had been pretty popular, but Muppets Tonight was really when it started to take off. Clifford made space for her to sing songs in-between acts to warm up the audience, and Clifford loves to hear her sing. The two where still very flirty even after dating, and might have snuck in a few make out sessions in Clifford's office during commercial breaks.

I want to say they dated for a handful of years, perhaps the two had started to share their own space (perhaps rumours of the two buying a new place together and settling down, only Zee and Clifford know for sure). But Zee was eventually approached by a business man to give her a brand deal with her singing, only issue is Zee would have to move. Clifford and her had a long talk about it, and at first they tried to make long distance work, but in the end neither wanted to hold the other back and decided to remain friends

#Muppets #Muppets Tonight #Zee #Clifford #Muppet OC

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haileym22 · 1 year ago

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when i was younger, i would listen to debut and fearless on repeat (religiously) on my walkman and headphones and i’ve been looking for any pictures of them and i finally found some 😊

Debut: I still remember listening to Teardrops On My Guitar on my walkman, acting like I had just gone through the worst heartbreak of my life at 7 years old (Disclaimer: I definitely had not gone through my worst heartbreak then). I remember the giddy I felt when I said my first cuss word in the original TOMG (‘Cause it’s so damn funny), and how I would scream along to Picture To Burn, even though I didn’t know a single person who drove a pick-up truck.

Fearless: I remember crying to Fifteen on my 15th birthday, and the feeling of uncertainty of starting high school as a freshman. I remember watching the You Belong With Me music video on youtube all the time. I remember seeing Taylor preform Fearless on the Country Music Channel on T.V, and every time she would do to the heart hands, I would be putting my hands up in the heart hand 🫶

Speak Now: I remember crying to Never Grow Up on my 16th birthday. I remember the anxiety and fear I felt of growing up, and having taylor’s music to sing along with and feeling every single lyric helped to relieve that anxiety. I remember begging my mom to take me to the Speak Now Tour when Taylor was at Soldier Field, and circling the calendar date for when she would be there (We didn’t go 🥲). I remember not fully understanding the meaning of Dear John, only for future me to finally deeply understand and relate to that song.

Red: I remember screaming along to 22 in the car wherever we would go, which inspired me to start dressing up like a hipster (it was….a look 😁..!). I remember the feeling of when the CD stopped working, so I saved up and did extra chores so I could buy myself a new cd as a kid.

1989: I remember loving the music video to Shake It Off, and how I would listen to that song every single time I was upset. I remember watching the Bad Blood music video, and how excited I got when I saw Zendaya’s cameo. I remember istening to Welcome To New York the first time I visited NYC. I am so in love with the vault tracks from this album, and i’ve had Say Don’t Go on repeat for the past few days and nights.

Reputation: Oh my…..this was a fun time. I remember the day that Taylor had disappeared from the public eye. How angry I was with two individuals. I remember being in the trenches proudly, defending taylor and her reputation. I remember how mad I was that two people could do that to someone so undeserving of what happened to them. I remember the first time i heard LWWYMD, and that being my absolute girl boss song for the next few weeks. I believe I was 14 at the time and how badly I wanted to go to the reputation tour at the time, but again, nobody I knew closely would take me there or go with me. I remember the absolute joy I felt with her return and her reclaiming her reputation.

Lover: I remember how much I loved (and still love) ME! I remember walking down the hallways in school with my earbuds in and the most stone-cold look on my face. When my friend asked what I was listening to, thinking I was listening to heavy metal or something, and when I told them it was ME! they were shocked.

Folklore: I remember how I would lay awake at night, listening to exile and cardigan on repeat. I was going through a bad relationship at this time, so these songs hit close to home. I remember when I heard Mad Woman, and my jaw dropped at the call-outs. I remember when Taylor performed Exile at the eras tour, how my heart stopped and how i refuse to interact with those who heard it live (haha, jk…unless…)

Evermore: I remember connecting the dots to Coney Island, realizing that the bridge was a reference to the eras I had grown up with. This song will forever hold a special place in my heart. I remember how I would try to learn how to braid my hair (i failed)

Midnights: I remember listening to You’re On Your Own Kid at midnight on the release date. I remember how I began to cry listening to this song. I remember fighting the great ticketmaster war, and how devastated I was that I was waitlisted after listening to her music for so long. The first tour I would be able to take myself too, Ticketmaster had crushed that hope. However, my mom was able to pull a miracle and found me a ticket for Chicago N3, and how i began to cry in disbelief that she found one. I remember walking to the stadium, my heart beating faster and faster as I approached the stadium. I remember how it felt like I had entered a whole new world when I stepped onto the stadium and saw the stage. I remember bursting out into tears when Taylor took the stage. How I face-timed my family so I could share the moment with them. I’ll never forget the lover microphone and the evermore bug incidents. I remember how taylor performed Hits Different, and how I screamed along to the song, as this one hits close too. I remember crying to Bigger Than The Whole Sky. I lost my brother in May of last year, and when BTTWS came out, it hit hard, along with Forever Winter. Out of all of the years of being a swiftie, i think this is by far my favorite era. I cannot wait for Indy N1, where my friends and my mom and I will be front and center stage section h 💙💜.

Wow, this was a long one 😳😳. now that i read it, does this seem like weird 😭??

Anywho…it has been such an incredible journey. Thank you, @taylorswift 🫶

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fllagellant · 1 year ago

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1, 2 & 11 for giilvas my beloved !

🫶🫶 WEEEHEHEHE

questions can be found here !

1) Where can your Tav be recruited? Are they first encountered on the Nautiloid, or in the Nautiloid crash region? Or are they not recruitable until a later act?

I made a post about this exact thing a while ago but now that I have thought on it more and have thing solidified, here are my Official Final Thoughts !

Giilvas is an act one companion who has two recruitment locations . If the player goes to the ruins right by the crash site , they can see him listening in one the looters conversation . Upon approach, he will notice the player and the current party ( a full party will draw his full attention , anything lower will only get a gaze in their direction before he refocuses back on the looters ) and will put a hand out to tell you to stop coming closer . At this point , the player gave an option to try and speak to him , only to get cut off by the Tadpoles .

The vision that will be described at this meeting will show flashes of him preforming in taverns , travelling through thick forests and will describe the feeling of both hunting and being hunted . Giilvas will abandon his hiding spot, and will approach the party . He’ ll ask you to stay quiet , but he’ ll comment on how assuring it is to find someone else that survived the crash ( if the player has any companions in their party , he will make a joke about the player ‘ starting a rescue ‘ ) . His little mission you get from recruitment here is to get his violin back from the looters , you can do this mission without having him in your party , but it is a requirement to keep him . If you go three long rests without managing to return it ( or persuading him to accept a different instrument to use ) he’ ll leave your camp to get it himself . ( this isn’ t permanent he can be re-recruited in the crypt )

If the player does a long rest before trying to recruit him at the ruins , he will be gone . This leads to the goblin camp recruitment I talked about here !

2) Do the other companions have special comments or reactions upon recruiting your Tav?

I feel like everyone definitively has a little comment if Giilvas decides the party isn’ t worth his full attention … I like to imagine everyone had a reaction that ranges from “ Oh he’ s underestimating us ? Fuckhead . “ to “ If he sees us as no threat , I worry about what he’ s watching . “ I can hear Lae’zel’ s Chk ! perfectly in response to him shifting his gaze away from everyone ..

If he’ s recruited from the goblin camp , the dialogues shift to talk about how he was also visited by the Dream Guardian without being in the main travelling group . And how he might be a bit washy with what he sees as friend or foe . He did work with the goblin camp and the followers of the Absolute and managed to convince everyone he was a stark believer when he was just . Planning to kill them / cause a collapse of the group from the inside . Definitely some comment about how he might not be on the player’ s side forever . Giilvas’ boyish charm and high charisma cannot protect him from the possible betrayer allegations

11) Are there any moments in the game that trigger unique dialogue for your character? (Like Gale’s anecdote about the barfight after you save the goblin prisoner)

If you defeat Auntie Ethel ( or aid her ) he will have a dialogue trigger ! If you kill her , he will be visibly ill and will request to leave the party . You can persuade him to tell you more details on why this fight seems to have drained him so thoroughly , and he will reply that the fight itself is not the issue , but what was fought instead .

If you ally with her , he will disapprove , and will trigger dialogue where he is just Fuming . He’ ll mention knowing someone who thought a hag could provide all safety and answers , and will ask the player to guess were he ended up . The player will gain more disapproval if they respond to this with a joke answer and he’ ll utter a curse at the player, ending the dialogue . Answering with the correct option , Buried , doesn’ t gain approval But … gives the player a little insight into who Giilvas is talking about and Why he’ s so upset with the player for taking this risk .

I feel like he would have one within the shadow cursed lands , something about how he had written about it and sang about it and somewhat dreamed of being able to see it first hand , but I don’ t exactly know what would trigger it .

He also has a talk with the player if they choose to go get the blessing of Loviatar . He’ s a follower of her after all so .. he would Like to Hear ur Thoughts about that !

#bg3 #bg3 tav #giilvas #RHABK YOU JAY #my beast ….

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robynlilyblack · 2 years ago

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One patient bunny

Remus Lupin x fem! reader (sirius black x sister! reader)

Summary: Y/n and Remus have been in love with each other forever, but due to his condition he told her it could never be, so she told him she would wait. Now three years has past and Remus can only wonder if she's still waiting...or if he's too late

Warnings: swearing, best friends to lovers, kinda sunshine reader and opposites attract, mutual pinning, best friends little sister, mentions of food and eating, first (second) kisses, light angst, getting together, sirius being a protective older brother

A/n: 5k words, you can imagine yourself as Sirius' bio sister or adoptive but she is the middle child xx thank you for the request, enjoy!

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Remus swirled his tea, smiling to himself as James prattled on about some new muggle thing ‘his lilypad’ had introduced him to. His eyes flicked to the side, smile widening when he saw Sirius not trying to hide his boredom in the slightest, simply braiding the front of his hair for the umpteenth time

“I mean it was bigger on the inside Moony! Just like the way our stuff is…” his attention was brought back to James, realising quickly was his friend was on about and nodding in agreement before he goes off on some conspiracy about how the show was written by a wizard and how he would crack the code

Remus zoned out again after that, eyes fixated on how his now cold tea sloshed around the mug once more. Lily was in the kitchen preparing dinner, he would help except he had already been ushered out by the redhead to entertain his friends while she waited on you coming with the cake

The duo had passed their finals you see, and were officially aurors. Something Remus was incredibly proud yet also slightly terrified of, considering these were the same two he’d watched preform questionable acts that made Remus himself question his own sanity

Either way he was excited for the cake, well cakes most likely, one vanilla and the other chocolate. He knew the chocolate was for his sake, he loved that, yet at the same time, sadly hated it as well. The added effort made him feel guilty, even after all these years, you still went that extra mile just for him

“Hi!”

Everyone’s head shoots up and Remus finds himself being the first...and only to stand, cheeks heating as he can feel James�� smirk from behind while your brother remains ever oblivious

“Hey lil sis” Sirius grins at you “Like my hair” he bobs his head from side to side, the braid in the centre falling back and forth

“Like it?” you grin back, letting out a laugh “You look like a depressed unicorn” you tease causing James and Remus to bark laughs

“Oh fuck off” Sirius laughs as well, starting to undo the braid

“Want me to help you with that?” James chips in, noticing the two bags your carrying and beginning to stand

Sirius seems like he’s ready to tell him no need and making some witty comment about you being a big girl just to tease before proceeding help you like he always did, but Remus speaks first

“I can help her, you two just relax” he says, walking up to you and taking one of the bags, soaking up the feeling of your softer fingers brushing against his own

“Thanks Rem” you smile up at him, hand finding his bicep and squeezing ever so gently

The act is small, friendly, yet his eyes flutter and as you turn away your scent engulfs the air and he feels light-headed. Following you into the kitchen like a lost puppy, whilst you’re none the wiser.

“No funny business” Sirius calls out as you and he leave, earning a cackle from James, a giggle from you and one nervous chuckle from Remus

Entering the kitchen, you both find it empty, figuring Lily must have gone outside to hang washing or to the loo. In her absence you and he float around the kitchen with ease, falling into comfortable silence that was filled with little sparks whenever your hands or shoulders brushed

There were many reasons why you and he weren’t together, but as he grew older only two remained yet even those were lacking in times like these.

The first, his lycanthropy. His self image had improved since Hogwarts, he’d never loved himself but he was as close as someone like him could get as the lingering fact that he would always be a monster remained. Not that you ever minded, you even helped like the others and your form beyond ironic, yet Remus couldn’t get over he could hurt you, potentially kill you if something ever went wrong.

The second was clear from Sirius' last comment. You were his best friend's little sister, merlin, his ex-first crush's little sister, and said friend was very protective over you. More so as you and he had a similar personality, confident, flirty, laughed without a care and loved openly, with everything you had

You were a little kinder than Sirius was in his youth though. A prankster? Yes. Marauder? Honorary but yes, however you were never cruel, nor showed hate towards your younger brother for following your parents, and it was that fact which allowed Regulus to even make it out of there at all, something Sirius could never thank you nor apologise to him enough for

You were a ray of sunshine, and still were. Humming to yourself as you put the little candles on the cake. You were Remus’ sunshine too, always had been and always would be. He was known as a bit of a grump sometimes, shy and allergic to sunlight, the opposite of you, and yet in a perfect world you both were that, perfect, complemented each other wonderfully

But sadly Remus didn’t live in a perfect world

“Should I put an extra candle on Prongs’ cake just to piss off Siri?” you turn to him, a cheeky smirk playing on those pretty lips of yours… “Rem?”

“Hmm?” he snaps out of it, registering what you said and letting out a small laugh “If you don’t mind a cake to the face”

That makes you giggle “You make a good point, wouldn’t want to ruin my clothes” you tell him before removing your long coat, revealing the cutest outfit but Remus’ eyes tracked to the necklace that was hidden just below the collar of your jumper, wondering if it was the one he gave you, the one you wore religiously throughout hogwarts

Just like everyone you never hide your affections towards him, that big heart of yours was placed safety in his hands by the time you were 15, and remain in them even after he rejected you. He still hated himself for it, the tear tracks he saw the following day on your smiling face was something he would never forgive himself for.

He did like you back then, loved you even, but with his condition and your brother he simply couldn’t, of course he never told you as much the first time. It was the second he let it all out

It was the evening prior to your 18th birthday, you confessed you hadn’t had your first kiss yet and wanted to have it before turning 18. You asked him to do it, sweetly of course, with no pressure nor strings attached and he told you then, all of his fears and why he said no and would most likely always do

He said he’d still be your first kiss, he just wanted you to know and to that you kissed him, mere minutes before the clock struck 12, and then cuddled with him until you fell asleep, telling him you would be here when he was ready, because you loved him

You’d wait for him

That was 3 years ago now. One kiss, two confessions and yet zero advances from Remus nor yourself. He wondered if you were still waiting, you hadn’t dated anyone he knew of, hell Sirius was even hinting for you to find someone at this point, and yet you just shrugged it off and laughed, often turning the joke around on your brother.

Remus found his heart ached if you were, feeling like he was dooming you, that you should be with someone that wasn’t a coward like him, wasn’t ill like him, wasn’t dangerous...yet he also terribly hoped you wouldn't, because it would simply destroy him

“You like it?” you ask, a bright smile on your face as you show off our outfit

His eyes drift over your appearance “It’s alright” he teases with a shrug

You gasp “No chocolate cake for you then Mr wolf” you point the serving utensil at him

“And if i said you looked as beautiful as always miss bunny?” he corrects, overjoyed at the huge smile you wear

“Then your bunny would be inclined to give you one slice” you quip back but are clearly a little flustered, something Remus couldn’t help but pride himself in, bringing y/n black, the most confident girl he knew into a bashful bunny was his highest achievement, more so as it seemed he was the only one who could do such a thing

“What do I need to do to get two?” he counters before he feels his cheeks heat, finally registering that you called yourself his bunny

And I'm your wolf

You lift your head back from the cakes to him, a pondering look on your face “It have to be something real good” you shrug, earning a chuckle from him

Lily came back moments later, once again shooing Remus from the kitchen while you and her lit the candles. James and Sirius adored the surprise, and after having cake for lunch James and Lily went for an afternoon nap leaving Remus listening to you and Sirius bicker

“You are such a baby!” You snatch the control to the tv back

“Am not!” Sirius tries to swipe it back but misses completely “Give. It. To. Me” he holds out his hand voice firm yet amused

“No” you giggle and put on the show you want

Remus chuckles at that, eyes focused on you and not the tv as he had the luxury of sitting in the armchair. Loving the smug and happy look on your face as you rolled your eyes and enjoyed your show

Sirius on the other hand slumps down on the couch next to you huffing as he crosses his arm “I’m older than you! I should get first dibs” he whinges

“Age is relative” you shrug

“It’s my day though! I passed a really hard test” he disputes trying to grab the controller again but misses and you lightly bonk him on the head with it “Ouch” he groans rubbing his head as if it actually hurt

“And you got cake” you hold your head high, loving the look on your brothers face without even needing to look at him, like you can just see the angsty pout

“Sis!” he whines like a little kid

“Siri!” you match his tone finally turning to him with the same energy yet yours is teasing

Remus’ laugh is louder this time attracting your brother's attention, who snaps his head towards him “Moony stop laughing and tell her!” he points at you, pleading to his friend

“Y/n” Remus looks at you, heart skipping as your eyes meet his, almost losing himself and would have if your brother wasn’t also watching

“Yes Rem?” you tilt your head, already smiling

“Good job” he can’t help the wink that follows, nor stop the smile as your eyes light up

Sirius however doesn’t notice the obvious tension and instead flips his friend off “Oh fuck you!” he excalims “You’re supposed to be on my side, bros before hoes and all that…wait…” as soon as it escapes his mouth he’s already bracing himself

“Ugh excuse me?!” you gasp, not mad but pretending you are, picking up the pillow behind you and hitting him with it

“Bros before sisters…oi…I’m sorry!” Sirius corrects and apologies whilst taking the hits, laughing the entire time while Remus just watches the scene amused

“You better be” you say mildly threatening as you begin to tuck the pillow back behind your back

“She’s scar-hey!” Sirius starts whispering towards Remus but earns one final blow

You roll your eyes afterwards, throwing the control into your brother's lap “Here” you say and Sirius lets out a little yip in excitement “I need to go to the loo” you shrug, most likely knowing Sirius would steal it and change it anyway, and you weren’t feeling petty enough to bring the controller with you, so standing you head to the door but stop just before and turn back to ask “Rem? I’m not scary right?” you wonder, voice like you’re trying to score points against Sirius but Remus can see in your eyes you need some kind of assurance

“Course not” he says with the right about of playfulness and firmness, heart soaring when you give him the sweetest look and mouth ‘thank you’ before leaving

“Remus” his friend tries to get his attention,

Remus does hear him but chooses to still look out of the doorway you just left from

“Moony!” Sirius nudges him, foot moving over the armrest to do so

“Wha-hey” he pushes the foot away “Yeah pads?” his eyebrows furrow

“You good?”

“Yeah. Grand” he nods a little quickly but Sirius doesn’t seem to mind, just smiles and picks up the control to change the tv to the channel he wanted

“You know...” Sirius starts and Remus is already eyeing him, he knows that you know “There’s this auror I met during training” oh maybe he’s met someone… “I think they’d be good for you” …for me

Shit

“Pads” he shakes his head, about to come up with some excuse when Sirius cuts him off

“No here me out” he shifts on the couch, hands up as to stop Remus from talking “Before you go off about hurting them or having to tell them, they’ve got lycanthropy just like you-”

“Pads” he shakes his head harder, voice a little hasher, sure he appreciated the effort but he loved you, and if he was honest, one depressed werewolf was bad enough, two together was just sad

“Come on moony” Sirius bounces up and down on the couch “Give him a chance he’s your type” he pleads

“Pads I’m flattered, really. I’m just not interested” he says softer, leaning down to lean his on his knees

“Why?”

“Why?” Remus repeats, a little confused

“Yeah” Sirius nods, looking oddly serious…sirius, not now moony “Give me one good reason not to set you up. And. I’ll give you this. If it’s really fucking good I’ll never try it again for the rest of our lives and I’ll drop the whole love life thing forever. You can die an old maid in peace”

“Really?” Remus tilts his head, surprised though be it mildly offended at being an old maid…gardening granny hermit was more fitting

“I give you my word” Sirius says completely earnest

Remus stares at him for a moment, unsure what to do “If I tell you you have to promise not to punch me” he finally says and Sirius gives him a quizzical look

And then he chuckles “You know I can’t promise that but I will try to refrain from violence as best I can” Sirius assures, hand to his heart yet still eyes him, clearly confused over that it could possibly be...or how bad it could be that would cause him to hit his best friend

Remus takes a deep breath, needing a second to gather his courage, he’d never pictured he actually tell Sirius but maybe it might feel nice to say it out loud. He also knew one of two things would happen, he’d get his arse kicked and told never to make a move or else he’d be dead, or he’d get his arse kicked and encouraged to make a move.

And yes, there was no world Remus didn't believe Sirius would kick his arse

“I’m in love with someone and that’s why you can’t set me up” he tells him, deciding not to say it’s you because baby steps were easier

“Who?!” Sirius’ eyes light up, his confused and serious demeanour replayed with unbridled joy

“Well…” Remus cringes, heart heavy that his friend is so happy yet will turn murderous any second

Sirius seems to notice his hesitance, smile faltering to almost sadness as he says “Not me again, right?” he asks a little wary, in his right of course but clearly feeling bad if it is

Remus lets out a small laugh, shaking his head “Not you…” he starts and Sirius relaxes “...but...you’re close”

Sirius’ head moves back almost like a fly is in his face out of thought before his mouth drops “Reg!?” he asks, exclaims, screams, with every emotion related to shock and near horror

��Wha-no…no sirius no” he has to repeat just to assure his friend, who nods, letting out the biggest sigh in relief

“Thank fuck cause Reg is way to too similar to you and it just be weird you too together, like honestly so weird if you loved my brother” he makes a disgusted face, one that makes Remus’ stomach drop a little but then Sirius asks “Wait! Is it James?” in an almost hushed whisper

“Really?” Remus deadpans, blinking at his friend but really he should have guessed it would go like this

“Well he's the only other person like…oh hey sis” Sirius throws his hands up before his eyes double back on you re-entering the room, smiling away and Remus has to refriend from throwing his head back and actually screaming ‘are you serious!’

“Hi” your voice dips, knowing you interrupted something “What are you two girls gossiping about?” you start smiling, looking interested and Remus’ wants to make up some absurd lie but Sirius could never hold his water

“Moony’s love life” he answers simply, near excitedly actually but only Remus’ registers the way your happy interest sinks to shock and even hurt for a brief moment

“Oh…well I’ll leave you to it then” you recover quickly though your voice wavers “Don’t want to interrupt the girls talk!” you joke backing out of the room earning a ‘ha ha’ from Sirius before he turns back to Remus again

“So! Who is it then?” Sirius asks while Remus returns his attention he can’t help but want to get this over with, heart heavy you might be thinking he moved on and never told you “They’re the only people like me” Sirius adds with a pout

“How are you an auror?” Remus asks almost genuinely, like how can someone not connect those dots

“Rude” Sirius bobs his head, scrunching up his face “Just tell me who is it? I feel like it’s obvious…don’t scoff” he points “...stop beating around the bush Remus who is it?”

“It’s…” he almost blurts it out but refrains, voice much gentler when he reveals “It’s your sister”

Sirius stares at him blankly “Y/n?” he wears a funny smile as he confirms

“Yes” Remus nods

“Y/n?” he somehow needs further confirmation but he’s no longer smiling

“Yes” Remus nods again but his voice is much less confident

“My baby sister, y/n? The one that was just here?” he motions to the door

“What other one do you have?” Remus says out loud but it’s really to himself, floating between astonishment and gearing himself for an arse whooping

Sirius still looks like he doesn’t know how to react though, and instead asks “How long?”

“Since…” Remus himself has to think, a part of him was always soft on you “End of fifth year?” he guesses

That unleashes the fury in his friends eyes, and Remus literally jumps back in his seat, feet on the cushions as Sirius half launches to the end of the couch “You’ve been dating her since fifth year!” he points, eyeing him like he better be joking

“No!” Remus shakes his head “We aren’t dating Sirius…we’ve never dat-dated” his words slow down in the end, chest aching at the thing he was responsible for not being true

Sirius settles back on the couch, sitting on his knees “Wait. So you’re in love with her but never made a move because…” his tone goes up at the end but seeing Remus expression as he slowly sit back down properly in the chair tells him everything “Me?” Sirius points to himself

“You were a major player yeah” he confesses

Sirius looks sad at that, almost guilty “Oh…and she hasn’t dated anyone either because she’s also in love with you and you’ve got…some Romeo…Juliet forbidden pinning thing going on over here?”

“Kind of?” Remus shrugs, honestly he didn’t know how to define it but Sirius’ version was as good a way as any

“Mate this is gonna sound weird coming from me but why didn’t the two of you sneak around or confess or something?” he asks, and he’s right it is weird but still a valid question

“She did ask me out when we were younger but…” Remus closes his eyes about to say he rejected you but as he opens them Sirius is throwing a pillow at him “What the-! Sirius!” he groans as the pillow’s zip hits him square in the face

“You said no!” Sirius slaps the arm rest of couch, looking both shocked and annoyed to which Remus looks at him baffled jumping back onto the chair, squatting

“You were angry a minute ago at the idea of me dating her!”

“And I still am but I'm more pissed that you rejected her!” he admits like it’s obvious

“You’re confusing as all hell ya know that?”

“Yes” again obvious “But you’re a complete knob moony! Utter idiot. She’s perfect. Why would you say no? Serious-me moony I can’t fathom why you could even-” he’s cut off

“For the same reasons you thought I didn’t want set up” Remus counters

Sirius’ face softens immediately, the realisation taking over “Moons”

“Don’t moons me" Remus drops back into the seat but Sirius is already standing and making his way over "I don’t want your pity”

“Well you’re getting it prick” Sirius argues as he trys to plop himself beside him on the chair

“Wank” Remus grumbles letting Sirius join him before trying to resist the embrace “Pads no”

“Pads yes” Sirius eventually wraps his arms around him “Take the hug you silly wolf”

It doesn’t take much for Remus to melt into it, the sides of their heads leaning on the other and the hug last a few minutes before Remus speak up “Thanks” he says, earning a chaste kiss to the temple from Sirius before he pulls back

“You should tell her” Sirius states while Remus just looks at him in shock “Tell her”

“Pads, I’m a…”

Nope not this time

“Don’t give me that bullshit” he scolds “She knows what you are and she loves you. I might have been blind as a bat but I know my little sister and she would never judge you. She can look after herself and boy will she take pride in looking after you even when you don’t want it”

Remus knows he's right, of course he is, you're perfect in everyday and he's be a liar if he's never imagined you caring for him every full moon...merlin who was he kidding, every night he imagined you beside him, he even had a designated y/n pillow he hugged into

“I know. But...Sirius if I did and she said yes I'd feel like I’m depriving her of something” he sighs, thinking about all you would have to give up

“You already are” Sirius gives him a sad smile “Actually” his head tilts “You’re depriving yourself too” his nose crunches in a you know I’m right kinda way

“Of what?” he asks even if he knows the answer

“Love” he says simply “The kind those two idiots have upstairs, the kind our girls Marlene and Dorcas have…the kind even a playboy like me is looking for” he admits and Remus chuckles in a surprised yet happy shock “Moons?”

“Yeah?”

“Go get her”

And he does, or at least heads out to find you with the intention of doing so…baby steps remember?

He finds you sitting on one of the swings in the garden, gently swaying back and forth as you stare up at the canopy above. He takes a moment of shameless admiration, adoring the way the golden tones from the sinking sun hit your skin, bringing an almost ethereal glow to someone he already deemed an angel

Just as he was about to gain your attention one of your hands leave the rope, moving to fiddle with your necklace. Remus’ eyes hone in on the pendant, wearing a thankful smile as he realises it’s the one he gifted you. You still wore it, and if you still wore it then his chances were much better

“Hey” he says softly, drawing your attention

“Hi Rem” you greet, smiling a little funny while you slip the necklace back beneath your jumper

He walks up to the swing that was big enough for two, in fact, four could squeeze on it if they tried hard enough…yes, it was trailed and tested resulting in two broken arms yet no broken swing deeming it an absolute win by James and Marlene...and yes they were the two with the broken arms

“Scoot” he shoos you over, earning a cute huff from you but you do as he says “Why you out here?” he wonders sitting down, your thighs touching “Aren't you cold?”

You shake your head “Not cold” you say just as a gust of wind comes and you hug yourself “Okay maybe a little bit” you admit with a small giggle

He chuckles, he was a tad cold himself, should have brought a jacket and definitely should have brought one for you...though it did give him the excuse to do this

“Here” his arm comes around your shoulders, encouraging you to lean into him but really it doesn’t take much, in fact he’s sure you were already doing so “Better?”

“Yeah” you hum

“So what are you doing out here?” he asks again, leaning forward to see you, heart fluttering as you meet his eyes looking through your eyelashes

“Needed some air” you shrug gifting him a quick smile

He doesn’t buy it, you sound and look too sad, but he accepts it for now, not pushing as his gut tells him it has something to do with earlier “Would you like me to go? Or do you want company?” he checks, praying for the latter

“No please stay” your hand finds his as your head turns into his chest “You’re warm” you add, he can feel the smirk and finds himself smiling

“That all I am?” he inquires

“No but for now you are” you answer simply, both of you knowing those words most likely have deeper meaning

“If I'm warm then what does that make you bun?” he asks in a semi teasing tone yet your answer is anything but that

“I’m yours” you tell him, meeting his eyes and looking right into what feels like his soul, your voice unlike anything he’s heard

“And I’m yours” he finds himself saying, a warm smile on his face as he sees your eyes widen and light up, it turns a little sceptical though, a funny kind as you eye him and so he repeats it “I’m all yours bunny”

“Really?” you bite your lip

“Really” he nods, hand moving to cup your cheek, thumb flicking gently over it

"For real?" you continue to check

"For real"

"Like..." you begin but he cuts you off with a chuckle

"Yes"

“But Siri said you were talking about your love life?” you wince a little and he can’t blame you, the thought of you moving on would kill him too

He shakes his head “I told him” he says, hand slipping from your cheek to take yours

“About…” your head tilts before you slowly point to yourself mouthing ‘me?’

He nods

“And you’re alive?” you laugh, joking but also a little serious

“Well he was a tad upset when he thought we were dating…then got way more upset and threw a pillow at me when he realised I…well…rejected you” he whispers the last part, looking down and feeling stupid for ever doing so now

Yet you giggle a little at it, shifting around on the swing to straddle it instead to look at him and he copies “Remus?” your other hand cups over your intertwined ones

“Yeah?”

“If I asked again would you say yes now?”

His heart bursts, suppressing his smile and urge to kiss you in order to counter you with “If I asked would you say yes?”

“Maybe” you shrug, smile turning cheeky before you slip your hands out of his and cup both of his cheeks “It’s always been a yes” you confirm

“I’m sorry I made you wait” he apologies, leaning into your touch and closing his eyes, only opening them again as he feels you gently pull him towards you

“Remus, you were always worth the wait. I’ve loved you since we were teens...” you lean in and kiss his nose “...I love you now...” you kiss both of his cheeks “and I will…mhm”

He cuts you off, unable to wait any longer as he attaches his lips to yours. It’s not harsh, or rushed, it’s soft, sweet, your lips moving in time with one another. It's the perfect…second kiss

“Impatient wolf” you say when you part

“Good thing I’ve got one patient bunny” his hand cups your cheek, thumb moving over your lips, pulling down the bottom just a bit before it returns to your cheek “I love you”

Your eyebrows raise, features softening as you close your eyes, the biggest smile creeping across your face

“Still with me bunny?” he kisses your temple, hand moving back to your hair line, fingers sweeping softly across it

“Yeah” you open your eyes, your hand comes up to cup over his “Just happy”

“Me too” he says before leaning on once more but you stop him, finger to his lips breifly before you grin at him "What?" he asks, chuckling a little before letting out a hearty laugh at your answer

"You've earned all the slices of cake now"

Thank you for reading ♡

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iguessweallcrazyithinktho · 2 years ago

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𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 • jack harlow

SUMMARY: She’s been friends with him for a long time. She shows up at one of his shows, to support him. He sees her front row and urban pulls her to backstage. He hasn’t seen her in a while and they decide to just pick up where they left off. (More than friends)

REQUEST OR NOT: Yes

GENRE: fluff, smut

WARNING: nsfw, friends with benefits, oral, slight dirty talk, unprotected sex, the L word

AUTHOR NOTE: I didn't proofread this so if I made a hiccup oh well

WORD COUNT: 1.8k

Don't repost my content! It's Illegal

Enjoy

It's been a while since you seen Jack. With his busy schedule at being a famous rapper you rarely got time to see him. It's been a good year and a half since you last seen him in person. You hated how long you both have been apart, but now here you were ready to see him at one of his shows. You would be lying if you said you weren't excited to see him.

Before jack left you both were in a big friends with benefits relationship. Nobody knew you both were fucking one another. Since jack left you haven't slept with anyone. You wanted him and only him. You were hoping tonight you could rekindle what you both had.

“does he know I'm here?” You asked urban as you walked with him to the front of the arena where jack would be playing shortly.

“no. He has no idea. Just me.” You smiled. “Great.” “He'll be on stage in a few minutes. Hope he sees you.” Urban hugged you before he left to go back stage.

A few hard minutes passed before it was time for jack to preform. Jack walked on stage and the crowd interrupted into cheers around you. You, you couldn't help but smile.

You watched as he jumped around and had a good time on stage. Your heart pounded against your chest. You weren't sure if it was because you were happy to see him living his dream or because you were just happy to see him again finally.

Jack keep on doing his performance. He hadn't noticed you until towards the end. As he went to the side of the stage where you were he looked down and made eye contact with you.

For a second he thought his eyes were deceiving him, but when he looked back you were still there smiling at him. Jack's smile grew, butterflies erupted in his stomach. All he wanted was to go out there and hug you for the longest time, but he couldn't. He had to wait.

When the show ended jack knew what he wanted.

“urban, y/n here. Did you invite her?”

Urban nodded. “Yeah, she haven't seen you in a while and she wanted to come so I invited her.”

“well bring her back stage so I can talk to her.”

Urban nodded and went to go find you. It seemed like forever when he returned backstage with you.

“hi Jackman.” you said as you stood in front of him. Jack smiled, shaking his head before pulling you into a hug.

“fuck, it's been a long time. How've you been?”

You laughed into his chest before pulling away. “I'm good. It seems like you're good too. Traveling the world huh?”

Jack nodded. “Yeah. It's been a dream, but this ain't about me. This about you.” Tell me what I missed.”

You and Jack talked for a while, catching up on things you have messed about one another for the past year and a half. Every time you looked in Jack's eyes you can see the lust in them. He missed you like crazy. He had no idea how he went a year and half without you, but he knew he couldn't do that again.

When Neelam told jack it was time to go back to his hotel. He couldn't help but Invite you back to his room.

“come to my room.” Jack whispered into your ear as you both hugged again. You nodded into his chest. “I'll be there.”

30 minutes went by. You waited till you knew jack was settled in his room before you went up to the room he told you he was in.

You knocked on the door and waited. Jack soon opened the door. “I thought you weren't going to come.”

Jack let you. “Why wouldn't I come?”

“I don't know.” Jack shut the door. “its just been a long time since I've seen you. I thought you would disappear again.”

“well.” You walked over to jack. You brought your hand to the nap of his neck pulling him down till your lips were inches away from one another. “I'm not going anywhere so you don't have to worry about that.”

Jack snickered. His forehead was pressed against yours. “Can I kiss you?” You nodded your head.

Jack kissed you. His hand trailed down your body until they landed on your ass. A slap landed on your ass making you yelp and pull away.

Jack smirked, “jump.”

You did as he said and jumped into his arms. You both started to kiss while jack walked blindly over to the bed.

His knees his the edge of the bed finally after a bit of a tango, he laid you down against the mattress. Your lips didn't break apart from each others neither did your legs move from being wrapped around his waist.

Jack couldn't help but push his tongue in your mouth. Your warm tongue collided with each other's, you moaned bringing your hands to Jack's curls. You tugged at them gently earning a little groan from jack.

“I can't wait to be in you.” Jack said when he pulled away from your lips. He started kissing down your neck; Jack started to push your dress up your leg with his left hand while his right held him.

Your eyes were squeezed shut, your bottom lip stuck between your teeth.

Jack pulled away from you. “Let's get these clothes off you.” You sat up and let jack pull the dress off your body.

Your laced bra and panties came into Jack's view. He grew hard just at the sight of your beautiful body. God he missed you.

You laid back down and let jack take control. He kissed down your stomach until he reached the top of your panties. Jack planted a kiss on your clothed pantie. You squirmed making him chuckle.

You lifted your hips, jack pulled down your panties and tossed them to the floor. He sucked in his as he looked at your wet pussy.

“God, I missed you.”

Jack dove in. You moaned, you started tugging on his hair as your back arched off the bed. Months of using your vibrator couldn't compare to this moment. You missed Jacks touch like crazy.

“such a good pussy.” Jack moaned as he pulled away for second before he went back in. His wrapped his lips around your clit right after he dragged his tongue over your bundle of nerves. You lightly tugged at his messy curls; soft moans and whimpers fell from your lips. “Fuck…Jack.. shit.”

You know it wasn't going to be long before you hit your high from how jack was eating you out.

You looked down at him watching as he eat you out like you were the last meal on earth.

“jack looked up at you. He didn't break contact as he pulled away and spat on your pussy before going back in. You shuttered at the action and shut your eyes.

“no look at me.”

You looked back at jack. “Want you to watch me until I make you cum. don't take your eyes off me you understand?”

You nodded softly.

You did as jack said and watched him the whole time. His eyes stayed trained on yours all while he licked and sucked at your sex.

“jack don't stop.” You grunted hard before continuing. “I'm going to cum.”

“you're going to cum?” Jack asked as he pulled away. His thumb came up to your clit to rub circles on it.

You nodded. “No use your words pretty girl.”

“yes.”

Jack returned back to your pussy. He licked your clit before sucking lightly at it. He did that a few times until it throw you over the edge.

You threw your head back against the pillow as you came. Your groans filled the hotel room. Jack mouth didn't stop. It wasn't until you started to push jack off.

“Jack stop, im sensitive.” you pushed his head away from you. Jack laughed, placing a kiss on your thigh. he came back up to your lips and kissed them. You moaned softly into his lips.

“I want you to fuck me.” You mumbled against his lips as jack pulled away. “You want me to fuck you huh?”

You nodded. “Yes.”

“ok, well.” Jack sat up. “Lemme fuck them earrings off of you.”

You laughed and watched as jack removed his clothes. When they were all off jack came back over to you. He wrapped your legs around his waist.

Jack took his length in his hand. He ran the tip between your wet fold making you moan. You bucked your hips up against him wanting more.

“needy aren't you?”

“jack, just fuck me.”

Jack chuckled. Without warning he pushed into you. It's been so long since he's been in you. You forgot how big he was.

Jack pushed in just enough to fill you up and hit your cervix. You looked up at him, your eyes connected with his baby blue eyes.

Jack thrusted out of you slowly then back in. The whole time your eyes never left one another's as he fucked you.. well made love to you. It was like your souls were intertwined with one another.

Jack leaned down and kissed you. His thrust were sharp but slow. It was as if he wanted to savor the moment.

Each time he entered you you couldn't help but moan. A tear of pleasure slipped from your eyes. You wished this moment could last forever.

Jack looked at you his curls were now sticking to his forehead. “shit, I'm in love you.” He breathed out. Jack slammed into you hitting your cervix. You gasped looking at him.

“I'm in love with you too.”

Jack thrust continued. You knew he was close by how he was twitching in you. You were too.

“don't leave me. Stay with me and be mine.” Jack said as his thrust got sloppy. “Can you do that?”

You nodded. “Yes- fuck, I'll be yours.”

Jack smiled before kissing you. With one more thrust you both came with one another. You wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him close as you moaned.

The room filled with both of your pants. As you calmed down you ran your fingers through Jack's hair and kissed his neck.

Jack pulled apart from you and looked at you. “I'm happy to have you back in my life.”

You ran your finger over Jack's freckled covered cheek and smiled while mumbling ‘Me too.’ before you kissed jack again

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Memories — Dick Grayson

m! surgeon! reader — 2.8k words — angst — unresolved ending — no romance — no it doesn't make sense that reader is a 25 year old surgical attending — go with it — i might make a short part 2 to this but honestly no promises since i still don't feel that great

"Have any of your memories come back?" I rubbed my temples, sighing into my words. It's been two months. Two months of the same question and the same answer. Two months of having to pretend the man sitting across from me on the other end of my desk was nothing more than my patient. Having to hold back my anger and choke back the lump in my throat, having to keep a straight face and make sure my tears wouldn't fall. Preforming the act that I wasn't robbed of the man I planned to spend my life with. And I was bitter. Because Bruce Wayne forced me to dig into my own boyfriend's brain for a bullet. And every day of these two months felt like forever of this never-ending nightmare. A nightmare Dick didn't have to know about. Not if I could spare him the guilt of not loving me anymore. He didn't have to know what had been taken from me, because I couldn't risk telling him and only getting him back because of how bad he'd feel.

"No." I wrote down in his chart. Patient still has no memory of anything after the age of 8. "Still a bit of a headache." I opened my mouth only for him to speak once more. "Dull, it's an ache. Not sharp, more like throbbing. Same as it's been. The medicine helps." We've been doing this every day. He knew the drill by now, and I'm sure he was getting sick of it just as much as I've been— albeit for different reasons. I needed to give him a break.

My persistence was of my own grief for him, not because I needed to check in with him every day. I just wanted to be close to him no matter how much it hurt, I wanted to hear his voice and see his face. I wanted to look into his eyes even though they couldn't recognize me anymore. I yearned for his smile, the softening of his gaze, the sound of my name as he held me. But the reality was just as bleak as the bareness of my office. There was nothing between us anymore. My eyes fell on my watch. "I'll have to cut our time short today, I hope you don't mind."

I left him in my office without waiting for him to leave first. I didn't care. I had other patients and I couldn't keep entertaining the idea that tomorrow or the next day Dick's memory would be any different. The halls were empty. Desolate. The white of the lights seemed to be a bit more blinding without any people to fill the open space. I hated this part of the hospital. The floor that no ordinary person knew of. The floor not listed on the buttons of the elevator stopped at. A floor just above the morgue, yet no one knew it was here. The space to save the very people who save us. I had a pager specifically for this floor alone, and that pager took priority even if I was in another surgery. Not out of favoritism, but because of the fact that Gotham would rot if it weren't for the vigilantes that took care of it. If I didn't drop everything and run to their rescue, then eventually there would be no one left for me to save.

The elevator stopped a floor before the one I needed to get off on, doors opening to reveal my very disheveled looking resident."I have Teddy's pre-ops— I've been looking for you." She handed me the clipboard and stood next to me. I looked over each of the results, lifting page after page and studying each number carefully. "Where did you go?" I hummed, dropping the pages I was lifting and signing off on the chart.

"Lunch." My response was curt, and my walk out of the elevator was brisk as she struggled to catch up to me. "I need you to go make sure the O.R. is prepped and page Dr. Jha in peds, tell her we're going to be starting the surgery soon and I'd like it if she were to try to check in every so often." She was still following me even after I told her what I needed her to do. "Did you have a question?"

"Can I scrub in?" My brows furrowed at the question. I forgot to tell her she was allowed to scrub in. I've been so wound up that I've been forgetting the common decency to communicate more than just what is needed.

"Yes, of course, I'm sorry— I thought I had asked you already." I felt embarrassed, but she left without any sense of humor so I guess she didn't mind. "Hello, Teddy!" I painted a smile on my face as I walked into the room. "How are you feeling?" I made my way to the side of his bed. His parents had a look on their faces that I knew all too well. "Bad night, kid?" My gaze fell back to the boy as he nodded weakly.

"He couldn't sleep at all. He's in so much pain—" Mrs. Maxwell's voice broke, and I knew better than to let her son watch his mother cry. I led both parents outside the room and closed the door. The gentle click of the knob was what broke the woman into a sob. "help our son, please." The desperation of a parent was one thing that could always rip me apart when I heard it. Being able to do nothing to save the life you gave a part of yourself to nurture. I couldn't imagine the pain of having to deliver your son's future into the hands of someone like me. Having to trust I wouldn't ruin his endless possibilities.

"That's the plan." My voice gentle, assuring. "It's his brain. Any number of things could go wrong, and I know we've talked about this before— but there's a reason the past three surgeons turned you guys away." I tried my best to stay assertive. I needed to prepare them for the worst because lying to them would do no one any good. There was a 90% chance their child was going to die on the table.

"He has three months, Dr. L/n. He can't spend the last few months of his life like this," Mr. Maxwell whimpered his words. Completely defeated. "even if that means today's his last." The pain in his voice burned my ears. Hurt my heart. Listening to voices that dripped with grief was never an easy part of the job.

"I'm going to do absolutely everything I can, do you hear me?" My brows were furrowed, face tensed. I was determined regardless of how unsure I was. "I'm gonna go talk with Theodore about the procedure, see if there's anything I can do for him before we take him to surgery." I pat the two on their shoulders and opened the door, turning to face them once more. "It wouldn't be a bad idea to say your goodbyes before we go." They followed me into the room and I could hear the exact moment our demeanors changed. They stopped crying instantly, and the idea that they've had the practice to do that made my chest feel heavy. "Hey buddy, you ready to get rid of that headache?" He could only hum.

"He stopped talking a few days ago." I realized only then that three months was being generous. We might be too late.

My pager beeped at the worst possible time. The pager that I'm not allowed to ignore was something I needed to, regardless of the fact it kept beeping. "I need you to grab my phone and answer the call that's about to ring." I mumbled, focused on the life I was trying to save.

"There's no need," My gaze shot up to the gallery, Bruce speaking through the intercom. "How fast can you finish?" I sighed, eyes going back down to Teddy's head. I could hear the way everyone else was muttering. Shocked that I knew Bruce Wayne. Little did they know.

"I'm resecting a brain tumor out of a 5 year old," I was speaking as if he was an idiot. In a way I truly believed he was. "if I damage any part of his brain, he'll never walk again, talk again, never be able to hold anything in his hands or do things for himself." My work was precise as I continued. "One millimeter of the wrong movement and he lives a life of pain and dependence. Suction." As my resident placed the device, the suction tore loose an artery that had wrapped itself around the tumor.

"Oh god!" I sighed. "Oh my god, what do I do?" She was panicking. "Dr. L/n, what do I do?" I stayed silent for a bit, hoping she'd get a grip, but she didn't. There was no time to spare for a teaching moment.

"I can't move my hands or he'll die. Get out what you can and cauterize the bleeder." No matter how much blood she suctioned out, more still seemed to pool in its place. The blood was spilling faster than she could drain, and it wasn't something as simple as clamping it. If she couldn't see the artery, she could clamp a part of his brain. It was a bad situation. After just a minute his brain started to swell, the monitor began to beep in a panic of what was happening, and all I could do was watch. Watch as the little boy I promised a future to died. Listen as the monitor blared the continuous ring in my ears. I removed my tools carefully, placing them on the tray and sliding the top of my mask off. The air was heavy. Silence aside from the flatline. A sharp and jagged reminder of what we just lost. "Time of death," I looked at the clock with a sigh. "19:27."

My gloves were the first to go, then my gown, then my mask as I entered the scrub room— where Bruce was unfortunately waiting for me. I knew the shit that was going to come out of his mouth and I didn't need to hear it. I couldn't hear it. Not right now. "Dick's—" Upon hearing the name I dreaded, I shoved him.

"Will you fucking stop already?!" My scream echoed through the narrow walls of the room. "He doesn't know you! He's never going to know you!" All of the anger and the grief began pouring out of me. I couldn't stop it. The dam had already broken. "You made me cut my boyfriend's head open, Bruce!" All that was running through my mind was how it wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that I got treated like some stone cold surgeon without feelings. It wasn't fair that I had to bury my feelings and treat him like a patient. It wasn't fair that Bruce acted like I didn't lose him too. "Have you thought for a fucking second that I don't want to hear about every little thing he does?" I pushed him again, my tears falling freely. "I can't care anymore! I can't care— because if I do, I'm gonna be stuck here in this hell that you put me through!" I had to let Dick go. I had to leave him to be the person he wants to be. I couldn't do that if bruce wouldn't let me try.

His hands raised to my cheeks. I tried to back away, but he wouldn't let me. Bruce pulled me into his chest and none of the fight I put up would work on him. I realized he was just letting me shove him earlier, not that I was truly strong enough to knock him back. "I'll be in your office when you get a minute. We need to talk." With that he left.

There wasn't time to ruminate. I needed to go and inform Teddy's family. My glare pierced the staff who were staring through the window, and then it fell to my resident. She shrunk under my gaze and hurried into the scrub room while I began washing my hands of the filth I took part in. "I shouldn't have let you scrub in." She stayed silent. "That was an intern type of mistake you made in there." Even as I looked at her, her head stayed down. Focused on washing her hands. Avoiding the confrontation. "You're a fourth year intern. You're not suited for neuro if you can't have gentle hands. Especially if you can't act quickly and calmly." My tone wasn't angry. I wasn't mad at her, but I still sounded stern. The tumor was inoperable. There was no telling if I would have done something wrong if she didn't beat me to it— but I couldn't say that. Not because of some ego or agenda, but because I knew she had the ability to be better. I had to force a lesson out of this. "A child is dead. He would have been alive if it weren't for you being in control of the suction. A child that could have had the most beautiful and extraordinary life, gone because you weren't careful."

Tears fell smooth against her cheeks. "What am I going to tell them?" I sighed and dried my hands, tossing her the towel when I was finished.

"You're not. The mistake started when I trusted you in my O.R. This was my fault from the beginning." I walked out and made my way to the elevator as she followed after me. "To be a surgeon, you have to want to be the best. You have to need to be the best." I pressed the button, waiting for the doors to slide open. "Not because you want to be better than everyone else." We walked in and I pressed the floor below us. "Not because you want the recognition." We walked off and made our way to the waiting area. "But because you want these people to shed tears of joy. Relief. Because you need to let the people you operate on see the rest of their lives. Because men and women and children are going to be handed to you by the people that love them, and those people are trusting you to give them back."

The moment the Maxwells saw us, they stood up and rushed over. The air of anticipation slowly becoming crushed by our silence as they read my face. It could have been the puffiness of my eyes, or perhaps just the look, but I knew they knew. "While I was removing the tumor, I found a substantial amount of fluid that had built up in Teddy's brain. It was the reason why he had stopped talking. As we drained it, I found an artery that wrapped itself around the tumor. The walls of the artery were weak, and when the pressure was relieved, the artery tore with the suction. He was gone in seconds." Mrs. Maxwell let out a wail, her husband gripping onto her so she wouldn't drop to the floor.

"Teddy's.... He's.." He couldn't process my gentle words.

"Teddy is dead." The disbelief seemed to lift from his face. Gasping for air like the oxygen had been forcibly removed from his lungs. His son was gone. My brows furrowed as he brought his hand out for me to shake, but I took his hand anyways. The hold was gentle.

“You tried?” He sniffled and I nodded my head.

“My hardest.” He pulled me into the hold he had with his wife, squeezing me tight and letting me go before I could return the gesture. “I'm so sorry.” I spoke just loud enough for them to hear me over their cries. There was nothing more for me to do. I had given them five grueling hours of anticipation and shattered their world all in one day.

I took my leave and headed to the elevator once more, and as the doors closed I flipped the switch that was on the back of the handlebar and waited. I just wanted to break down. Between everything that's happened today and the pure despair I've had to lay hidden from everyone else, my body felt like it was being crushed under the weight of it all. I was exhausted, and more importantly I was scared of the conversation Bruce wanted to have. Anything could be wrong. There was no reason Bruce would have paged me so many times and then looked for me himself if something wasn't. I made my way to my office the moment the doors opened. Perhaps it was my own fear that pushed me forward, but whatever it was, my pace was close to bursting into a full-on sprint.

He had been waiting for me, just as he said he would. Sitting patiently on the couch and reading one of the neurology books I had on my shelf. “Make it quick.” He shut the book and put it back.

“They came back.”

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