#and I KNOW it's just downhill from here oh man oh god

[bibiana112]

Okay so I just watched Utena episodes 29 through 32 so you can only imagine the emotional turmoil I'm undergoing rn

[vivian-pascal]

I Don't Love You Anymore

joel x f!reader

summary: Joel had been with you for a while, you both had a nice house in New York City, he'd seen the way you'd look at him and he just knew that if he stayed for too long, you'd never find your true love. He knows he's way too old for you and you need a younger man, much younger. So he does something that will tear both you and him apart. Forever.

warnings: angst, crying, pushing and shoving, mention of what reader wears, reader slams her fists and they bleed.

authors note: i've been feeling really down in the dumps lately. I just feel like my life is slowly spiraling downhill. so I thought i'd write some lovely angst to pour my heart and soul out too!

Joel parks his truck on the driveway. Staying inside the car, thinking. Closing his eyes and breathing in deeply. He doesn't want to do this, god, he never ever thought he'd have to do this. Especially with you.

When you both met, you were in the airport and he had just gotten off his flight from Texas. He was heading to New York for a vacation. To get away from the suburbs and get into some classy skyscrapers.

You were walking with your phone in your hand and your headphones in. You didn't bother to look up and the next thing you know, you run into a person. Taking your headphones off, you look up to see a man.

He has salt and peppered hair, small gruff forming on his chin. You run your eyes down his entire body and instantly fall in love.

When he first saw you, he fell hard. Your small little body and the way you looked at him the day you met. He just couldn't stay away from you. He wanted to be with you every second, every hour, every day. He loved you with all his heart. You meant everything to him.

He reminisces on the days you two cuddled in bed together, laughing at each other's jokes. He chuckles to himself as he remembers you with whipped cream all over your face because he had dumped your head in cake since it was your birthday.

He turns the key in the ignition and opens the car door. Closing it, he rests his head on the window and breathes in one more time. He stands up and begins to walk to your door. He lifts his hand up and rests it on the door.

He knocks once. Patiently waiting for your sweet smile and that soft smell of your perfume. He sees the door open and there you are. His lovely girl. Standing there in a gorgeous flower dress, your hair is in a braid with little bows in the back. You smile up at him and he breathes in the smell of you for the last time.

He smiles shyly and you welcome him into your home. "Hey baby, what ya here for?" You twirl towards him and grab his hands. He pulls one back and rubs the back of his neck.

"Uh darlin', we need to talk." His face instantly twists as the small hint of fear crosses your face. "Oh." You gulp deeply as you let go of his hand. "Okay."

He walks into the living room and sits down on the lounge chair as you sit across from him on the couch. You look down at the floor and play with your hands. Waiting for him to say something.

He clears his throat and begins to speak. "I'm leaving. Tonight." Your face shoots up as your eyes instantly water. "What? When? What time? Why didn't you tell me earlier Joel? Where are you going?" His eyes become teary as he sees your panicked state. He never wanted to do this. Why is he doing this?

He closes his eyes and tries to blink away the tears. "I'm uh, heading back to Texas." You stand up and your eyes go back and forth between his face. "Joel what!? Why? I-I thought you liked it here. We have a house and-" He shushes you as he stands up and grabs your hands.

He stares down at your blood shot eyes looking into his. You look up at him mouth agape. "Are you breaking up with me?" It physically hurts him to hear the words. He closes his eyes and looks down. You remove your hands from his and look at him angrily.

"Is this what this is Joel? Your plan on breaking up with me!" He opens his eyes and sees your angry, teary, messy face. Your mascara running down your face and smudging the collar of your dress.

"Now, darlin', I-" "Don't you fucking call me that Joel." You scream at him and his face goes pale. He's never heard you yell like that before. It's like a dagger piercing through his heart over and over again.

You walk up to him and point your finger at his chest. "So all those memories we made meant nothing to you? Am I nothing to you Joel." He shakes his head and tries to back away. "No, you mean everythin to me. I don't know what I'd do if I never met you." You stand up straight and begin to chuckle.

"So if you loved me that much than why the fuck are you leaving me!" You push him and he hits the wall. Hard. Tears start falling from his eyes as he sees his girl a mess. You both just look at each other as you both cry.

He removes himself from the wall and slowly starts to walk towards you. "Don't you dare take another fucking move Joel. I swear to god." He stops in his tracks and stands a few feet away. "You don't deserve me. M'too old f'ya and I can barely do nothin'. M'not as excitin as I used to be when I was younger. You deserve someone who can take care of ya and be there f'ya when you get older." His southern drawl coming out stronger than ever as he cries.

You stare at him in distraught as he rubs his stray tears away. "Don't deserve you? Joel we've been together for two fucking years. If I didn't 'deserve' you, I would've left already." You walk towards him and grab his hands. You looks you in the eyes and shakes his head. He removes his hands and begins to walk to the door.

"Joel, where are you going? You can't just leave!" You run after him and grab onto his shirt. More tears fall from his face as he sees your tiny body trying to get him back. He opens the door and stops to look at you. "I'm sorry." He shuts the door but you immediately open it.

"Joel come back!" You run in the rain. Following him to his truck as he gets in it. You bang on the window as he backs off the driveway and leaves. You fall to your knees and scream and cry until your heart can't take it anymore. Soaking in the blankness of which was once full. You slam your fists onto the pavement of the driveway.

You pick them up to see that they're bleeding but you don't care. Nothing in your mind is making sense. 'Why'd he leave?.' 'Did he even love me?' 'Was this all a lie?'

You scream into the air and cry out. As Joel leaves, he can hear your horrid cries and bangs his hand on the window. Tears fall from his face as he sees your small body becoming a tiny speck. Nothing seems to matter anymore for him, or for you, because it seems as tho he never loved you.

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[noctivagant-corvid]

went insane thinking abt hideduo bc one year confession anniversary but like. listen ok.

i know, logically, that the reason c!hideduo ended the way it did was bc the server abruptly shut down. however. i think they have tragedy potential.

to reiterate what i said in the tags of my original post: q!fit is a character from the cruelest place you can imagine. a place that- in fanon (*cough cough* they're facists but they'll respect your pronouns *cough cough*)- is ripe with homophobia. he has been placed in an enviorment that is not only safe and warm but also homonormative. and when his body relaxes from the constant fight or flight he's lived in for the past twenty some years, he starts to think about things he's had buried for a longgg time. he meets a beautiful man who's kind to his son and he goes oh. and then he shoves that oh down again- or tries to- but this place is so nice and there's nothing really to be scared of, not here, and it keeps bubbling back up again and one night he's sitting in his bed thinking "oh god, i'm in love with him." and then, a few minutes later, whispered like a confessional- "i'm in love with a man." (it takes him a few more weeks to say 'gay'. he gets there, though.)

q!pac might not be stuggling with his queerness, but he's struggling with just about everything else. he's stranded on an island with the man who ate his leg and he doesn't know when he's going to snap again- because it's a when, not an if- and so he lives in this state of fear. he knows he won't win that fight. he knows he's the weakest, the most pathetic, the easiest to manipulate. his brother is missing. his son is missing practically every other week. and he has his friends, sure, but he knows they'll leave him. if given the chance, they'd all leave him. but then there's fit. fit doesn't leave. even in purgatory, fit doesn't leave. he calls pac strong, and it doesn't sound like a lie, not coming out of fit's mouth. he fights to bring pac back from the pills, promises to keep him safe, and pac finds himself relaxing around him-despite his better judgement. he's cute, too- gets all stuttery and red when pac flirts with him.

fit stumbles through "gosto de voce" like a nervous teenage girl and pac laughs and they're both stammering, smiling, bright red, and it isn't perfect all of a sudden- fit still has to tell him about the quest, mike's still missing, and they both still have their issues- but it's good. it's so, so good.

for a moment, fit and pac get to live in a blissful world. a world with a sweet and quiet and beautiful family that fits in all the right ways and leaves them both with constant dopey grins. a family that has both of their jaws unclenching and laughter coming easier than ever and everything seems that much brighter, that much warmer. there is a very brief moment in time that fit and pac get everything they've ever wanted.

it's like a collison course. two lines that intersect once. there is one moment where everything is perfect and then nothing but sobbing by the moonlight when your children hopefully can't hear because ramon's already having a hard enough time he doesn't need to hear pac sobbing his eyes out. nothing but cold detachment, a deep cavern filled with faceless corpses- or have you just been staring at them so long their faces have blurred together? who knows. who knows. here's what you do know: in every universe, there is a brief moment where everything is good. everything goes downhill from there. it's quicker everytime-only a day in arkanis. only a few hours hour in the realm. there is a brief moment. you have to treasure it.

[dr-spectre]

You mentioned something about Splatoon 4 thoughts earlier today, and I really wanna hear you ramble about that. But I also really wanna listen to you ramble about a Hypno Callie rewrite lmao. So if you haven't already, since there's a good chance I missed it lol, what would a Spectre Hypno Callie rewrite look like?

OH DUDE NOW YOU'RE GETTING ME ALL PUMPED UP TEHEHEHEHE! ITS TIME FOR ME TO RAMBLE!!! Imma go ultra autism on you!!! It's gonna border on fanfiction territory! (Not the creepy or romantic kind...) Don't say that I didn't warn you...

Splatoon 4 Ideas.

Now here's the thing right. I only have a few ideas on a Splatoon 4 so I don't think I can do a giant ramble about it yet. But so far I got the idea of Splatoon 4 taking place in a giant futuristic city near the beach. So you get this cool plaza area near the beach and I got that idea from the AMAZING Project Splatoon 3. Seriously go check that out, it is amazing!!!!!!!

But you can also go into the city and explore some of it. And you can ride a bike to different shops and have your own apartment!!! I know people want apartments for the next game and yeah I agree. We NEED an apartment maker, it's the next logical step from lockers!

Also for weapons... I would LOVE to have a flamethrower weapon but instead of fire it's mist. A crank operated shooter made out of bike gears where you gotta keep spamming the ZR button, kind of like the Octoshower's weapon. A Wii Zapper charger!!! PLEASE NINTENDO! A saw blade Splatana. Maybe a pool noodle Inkbrush? That would be funny. Maybe a Painbrush that has a fan on it? Man... I'm starting to sound like Sheldon HAHAHA!

For the new Idols, it would be a duo instead of a 3 Idol group because oh my god 3 team Splatfests are so unbalanced sometimes. They would have the colors red and cyan. I don't have much on what they would look like, but I imagine one of them is a female Inkling with a cyan color and the other is a male octoling with a red color. It's time we have a proper God damn male Idol that isn't a giant manta ray!!! Now since I cannot draw for shit and I don't have the desire to draw (drawing has made me so angry so multiple times so I stick to writing and rambling) so I'll just show some pics to show you what kind of vibe I'm going for.

(Yes I'm not fucking joking. I've gotten inspiration from Silver the Hedgehog and Spider-Punk...)

I think it would be an interesting dynamic to have a fancy, highly teched out character paired up with a grungy and punk character who's loud and funny. I can imagine their music to be futuristic and techno while including segments of rock. Basically techno rock with romantic elements in it.

I would like some quality of life improvements and just general improvements as well, like being able to customize EVERY part of your look without having to go through that annoying character creation menu in the crater. Faster levelling up for abilities, ability drinks and food actually giving you which ability you want instead of a chance at it. Way more pants and a pants shop. WAY MORE hairstyles, eye colors with an option to select from a color wheel, eyebrows, scar and tattoo options too with a new tattoo vendor. (the tattoos are explained in game to be temporary ones even though they secretly aren't, to make sure parents don't get the wrong idea lmao)

Maybe some gameplay tweaks too? like including very slight momentum when going downhill? It has to be very slight though for balance. I would like to add a dolphin dive like mechanic where if you press the jump button in the air in your swimming form, you'll quickly stomp to the ground, and that speed will be carried over when swimming in ink for a little while. Maybe faster horizontal wall swimming too? Basically make the gameplay a little bit faster is all I'm trying to say, Splatoon doesn't need a giant gameplay overhaul, just small tweaks to make the last game seem worse to play lmao.

And of course, BETTER SERVERS! WE NEED DEDICATED SERVERS! NOW!!!!!!!!!!! EVEN IF ITS JUST A FEW IT'LL BE SOOOOOO HELPFUL! STOP BEING STUPID NINTENDO! GOD!

Um... anyways!

Now, in terms of story.... I would have 3 parts, one is the main campaign while the other two are DLC. The main campaign is focused on the Salmonids. You play as a new agent (Agent X or something, i think that's a cool name) as you explore these islands Super Mario 64 style where you do missions and try and stop the Salmonids from getting out of control as they gone on a rampage from an unknown cause. You have to complete enough missions on an island to go to the next.

Basically, think of Salmon Run maps and areas found in Mario games but they are WAY LARGER and more complex areas to go through with NPCs to talk to. I really want Splatoon 4 to expand on the concepts found in the hub worlds in Alterna and go fully into a 3D Mario sandbox style game.

You also have to team up with Frye, Big Man, Neo Agent 3 and Marie who join up with a new cast of characters who are in charge of guiding you to new islands (haven't thought much about what these characters are) to figure out what's going on. Callie doesn't appear in the story as it's explained in a Sunken Scroll that Callie is helping Octavio figure out what to do with the Fuzzy Octarians that are still trapped in Alterna. And yes Octavio has now fully joined the New Squidbeak Splatoon which Callie is very ecstatic about.

Cuttlefish is fully retired and doesn't appear, and Captain is taking a break from captain duties, leaving Marie to watch over Frye and Big Man as she is their boss anyways. Now, where is Shiver in all this? Well... here me out... she's the villain. And no she doesn't have any sort of bullshit evil headgear on. She's a villain due to being corrupted by greed and wanting more power. She has become addicted to the high she gets from winning and feeling powerful and has teamed up with the Salmonids to gain even more power and cash. She's been fully consumed by power and cash and Frye and Big Man are not on board with her plans as Shiver doesn't wanna give back to the people in Splatsville anymore. So Shiver leaves the group and gathers up the Salmonids and commands them.

However it's revealed that Shiver is doing these things because she had a bad family upbringing in her clan and was always talked down to and treated as weak. So all that trauma and resentment is finally on the surface and Shiver is lashing out at everyone because her pain is so much for her. There could be some themes about found families and healing trauma with the people that you love and stuff like that. Haven't thought too deeply about it. But I would really love to see Deep Cut forgive Shiver and just hug and cry it out. I'll cry alongside them lol.

Now, the second story is focused on the Squid Sisters and takes place before the events of the main campaign. You play as Agent 4 and Callie finds you lying on the floor and tells you that Inkopolis Plaza has been covered in a strange fog and a weird green substance that looks like gooey moss. The buildings have changed and there's all this weird plant life and dust everywhere. Callie escorts you to the tower found in Inkopolis Plaza to figure out where Marie went and that's where you meet Octavio who got shot down in his mech from a laser.

The three go inside and the building looks very similar to the aesthetics of Side Order but with a hospital liminal space edge to it. It looks like a twisted dream hospital environment with a giant lobby in the middle.

This kind of vibe but more open and less hallway like. It should invoke the feeling of going to a hospital as a kid.

However, instead of an elevator to go higher, it's a giant spiraling staircase that grows after each floor Agent 4 completes. Basically the gameplay is the same as the rogue like gameplay found in Side Order but its heavily expanded upon with new enemies, objectives, color chips, etc. However... during the first 12 floors you hear these weird whispers and voices that sound very similar to Marie's voice.... Callie says she's getting major Deja Vu, and then Marie's voice is fully clear and echoes throughout the building, telling Callie in specific to leave her alone and to get out of here. They don't listen and continue forward.

When you reach the 12th floor, you go inside a giant white chamber and you see Marie in a new outfit that's similar to this outfit found in the Splatoon 2 artbook. Basically this but with a cool cloak and squid tentacle patterns on it and a gas mask instead of shades.

She's standing on some kind of green gooey moss and looks angry. Marie attacks Agent 4 with her charger and its a stealth boss where you gotta sneak around and get up to Marie and knock her down from the moss pile. Evil Marie has always been a beloved fan concept in the community, like Hypno Marie has so many cool fan designs out there and i think that could work honestly.

Callie manages to knock the mask off of Marie with a splat bomb but she's still angry. Callie grabs onto Marie and Marie calms down and cries. Agent 4 looks at the gas mask and its just filled with regular oxygen, nothing special about it. No hypnosis gas or anything. Just regular oxygen... Marie says she's sorry and explains that stuff from her past is catching up to her and making her unwell (you can guess on what I'm referring to wink wink.) She was unable to sleep for several days and was being manipulated by someone...

The thing behind Marie's manipulation appears from the ceiling and it's this giant white metallic squid that has transparent glass on some of it's body and arms, which shows this bright green goo flowing inside it. (think of Overlorder but he's a squid). I don't have a lot of information for this guy but this villain was created to cure Fuzzy Octarians, but due to unknown circumstances it went out of control and its coding was changed to "heal" people's pain by covering the planet in a modified and twisted version of Marie's low tide ink which now has evolved to be very similar to plant life. This goo/ink neutralizes certain parts of the brain, leaving the victim completely unfeeling and depressed, unable to feel anything, even physical touch or sensation. The villain manipulated Marie by going inside her head, analyzing her memories and telling her that all she has to is to get rid of "the intruders" and he will "heal her pain."

After the Marie boss fight, you have to travel up to 40 floors instead of 30 and during the downtime you get to learn about the Squid Sisters. Stuff like Callie and Marie before they blew up, who came up with their outfits, more info about their parents and managers, Marie talking about how she has trauma and nightmares from the events of Splatoon 2 and is terrified that one day Callie may leave and never come back again, Callie diving into her time in the Octo Canyon and finally clearing up what happened to her, Octavio showing remorse and sorrow for the actions he has done over the past 100 years. Basically Side Order but with the Squid Sisters, Octavio and Agent 4. I know it's a lot like Side Order but Side Order is so damn good so why not do it again but improve upon the gameplay you know?

That's all I got for this story and it's probably gonna change and be tweaked over time.

Now for the third story of Splatoon 4. I barely have anything for this but it will star the new Idol duo of the game, Off the Hook, Eight and Captain. I think it'll be like Octo Expansion in terms of gameplay and difficulty, but also expanded and longer to complete.

OKAY! NO MORE SPLATOON 4! TIME TO TALK ABOUT HYPNO CALLIE!

Hypno Callie Rewrite.

Honestly, the way I would go about rewriting Hypno Callie is very simple... Remove the Hypnoshades. That's it. She can still have them as an aesthetic part of her outfit, but i would make it so Callie is no longer hypnotized and it's WAY MORE clear to the audience that Callie is suffering from mental illness and that she left with the Octarians, not "kidnapped, overpowered and brainwashed into being a mind controlled slave." Splatoon 2 was always about the separation of the Squid Sisters and their eventual healing and reunion, it was always gonna be about that but due to time constraints probably, they rushed it and introduced bullshit shades to make it easier and simpler, they then tried to fix it later with an obscure post with a relationship chart that no one even fucking talks about, even timeline explainers fail to fucking mention it... ugh...

Making Callie an actual antagonist that has been manipulated by Octavio, whispering to her and playing into her insecurities and pain is way more compelling and makes more sense for Octavio to do as a character. Like how the fuck did he come up with the Hypnoshades and why did he only use it on Callie? He can just make hypnosis tech out of nowhere? Huh? It makes way more sense for Octavio to just manipulate her as he is a master of words and propaganda.

So what I would do is introduce a new mandatory collectable in the Splatoon 2 Hero Mode called "Callie's diary." At certain moments in the campaign Agent 4 and Marie find pages from Callie's diary as she explains her feelings and pain from being overworked and feeling some resentment as Marie has stopped calling or texting her. Marie looks so ashamed and disappointed and starts blaming herself for Callie's disappearance. Some of the diary entries include the photos found in Sunken Scrolls 21 and 22. The last diary entry found in Sector 4 is an emotional rant from Callie the day she went missing. She rants about how she can't take working anymore and how she's so lonely. Her last line is "if no one truly cares for me up here... Then... Maybe..." And there's a small tear stain at the bottom of the page.

Now for the final boss, the main plot points would occur sorta the same way, you fight Octavio and Callie, after a bit Marie comes in and shoots her in the eye, Callie calms down, blah blah blah. I actually really do like the idea of the "low tide ink" that the English translation team introduced. I think it's a neat idea that Marie has this special ink that calms someone down so I'll keep that for the rewrite.

However, during the final boss, i would make it to where Marie is really trying to reach to Callie and trying to convince her that she is loved and she matters, she tries to apologize for her actions and explains that Octavio is just manipulating her for the Octarians' goals. Callie fights back and doesn't wanna listen to her, constantly trying to shut her down. Marie even reminds Callie of their childhood and it almost gets to Callie, but she becomes more emotional and angry, she's so confused because deep down she knows Marie is right, but she's so scared to listen to her because she doesn't want to get abandoned again.

However what really gets to Callie is Marie collapsing on her knees and crying, just begging her badly to come back to her. And Marie says "I love you...." Callie is in shock and starts getting flashes of good memories with her and Marie. She holds the shades in her hands and destroys them. Callie leaps into the air and collides into Marie's arms, and they cry their eyes out and say sorry to each other.

The battle plays out the same but i would like to add another cutscene after Octavio gets his shit kicked in, Callie and Marie are on Sheldon's van and they look at the sunset together. I think that would be really sweet and connect beautifully with the credits and Fresh Start.

I took a lot of inspiration from the game Marvel's Spider-Man 2 and two boss fights in particular. The Miles vs. Peter fight, and the Spider-Man vs. Scream/MJ fight. In those boss fights, it's sort of like a therapy session for the characters in that the people under the symbiote are venting about their issues and expressing their anger they have kept hidden for so long, and the person on the other side is trying desperately to reach for them and save them from themselves. It's really powerful shit honestly and it made me feel emotional seeing Peter go "ALL I WANTED WAS TO SAVE EVERYONE! MJ! MAY! NOW THE CITY THINKS I'M THE PROBLEM! you think I'm the problem." Like i know it's kind of crazy to take inspiration from a game made for adults and take some of it into Splatoon but... I really don't give a shit. Children's media can show powerful scenes of characters struggling with their inner demons. They can do it and have proven to be successful. Children can handle it, they can.

Now... i have worked on a Splatoon 2 finale rewrite and I'm pretty much almost done with it, i need to finish the last bit of it and then go over it again so I'm fully happy with it. However i don't know how to present it as it's in the form of a script and idk how that's gonna work on tumblr, i mean i could put it on AO3 but idk if i wanna make an account just to post one thing on there and idk how many scripts get posted onto AO3 anyways...

It's like I'm a chef and I'm cooking something, but there's no waiter to deliver the food lmao.

ANYWAYS! Thank you for reading my autistic ass ramblings! I got so much free time that i just so much of it just writing down fan concepts for things on different games and stuff (I have a 42 page and counting document on a potential Sonic Frontiers 2.) Yeah... I got THAT kind of autism, not the maths and science one... Again, thank you for reading!

[hcaeh]

mew ^3^

chap.vii | seventeen. [ wc 1.2k ]

cws for this chapter : a bit of angst , thats it ^_^

it’s 12:00, you’re in the car with mark driving to kittymew to start your first day. “yn, don’t be too nervous, ok?” he says, looking over to you with a soft look. you look back at him, eyes meeting each other you smile slightly. “i know, i’m not nervous i’m just..” you pause, not knowing how to phrase how you’re feeling. you know you’re nervous, but you’d rather not admit to that. “it’s okay yn, just take it one day at a time. i think it’d be good for you to do something and get your life together.” he’s right. your life has been downhill ever since your last relationship. its weird to you how you feel this way about jaemin seeing as you haven’t even spoken to a man in a romantic way in 4 years.

the rest of the ride is silent, mark knew your situation more than anyone. he was your best friend, you trusted him with everything and anything. he shot glances over at you to make sure you were holding up fine. in what seems like no time you arrive to your new work place. you take a deep breath in, trying to keep yourself together. mark grabs your hand, rubbing it was his thumb. “you’ll be fine. call me or anyone if you need anything.” he says reassuring you. you smile and him and squeeze his hand back before opening the car door and getting out.

you wave goodbye to him walking dreadfully slowly to behind the cafe where the staff entrance was. you placed your hand on the doorknob, holding it there. why were you regretting this so much? you stood there, hand on the knob wondering if you should open it or just run to catch up to marks car. when you were about to decide a voice came up behind you, “what’re you doing?” the voice said. you jumped slightly and turned to see jeno. “oh, um..nothing. i was just about to go in.” a playful smile forms on his face, “seems like you were just standing there.” you roll your eyes in response to his teasing.

“well, maybe..that doesn’t matter. let’s just go in.” he nods and follows behind you as you open the door and enter. chenle hears the door and turns around, he’s already in his uniform and apron on. “oh thank god, i thought you two weren’t showing up.” he said with a sense of relief in his voice. you shook your head, “nono, my ride was just running late.” jeno nods, “mine too.” chenle glances at jeno with a confused look, jeno just smiles. “well you’re here so, go get ready and come to the front. our first visit is at 12:40.” you both nod and go back to the locker room where your aprons and name tags were.

you grabbed your things and followed behind jeno to get everything put on. you noticed him looking at you from time to time, “what?” you ask finally having enough of his staring. “do i have something on my face?” you say rubbing your cheek. he raises his eyebrow, “what? no.” you smile teasingly, “then why are you looking at me?” you respond tying your apron around your waist. he scoffs and shakes his head, “not staring, just..” he pauses and tries to find a word. before he can you cut him off, “by the way, do you happen to know chenle?” jeno tilts his head in confusion.

“obviously?..i know him just like you do.” he says, “or do you know him better than that?” you ask. he just stares at you with a puzzled look, “forget it. ignore the question, let’s just get going and get today over with.” he nods, following you out of the locker room and back to the front. chenle greets the two of you and lays out the plan for today. you were on counter duty, basically checking people in. it wasn’t too hard, you hope. the first reservation wasn’t for another ten minutes so you make short conversation with jeno and chenle until then. you hear the door chime ring and turn to greet the people who walked in.

your face turns white, you feel like you’ve been hit with the cold. you feel freezing, scared, and in disbelief. “yn? no way!” the man exclaims as he locks eyes with you. out of all the people in the world, yuta nakamoto and his new girlfriend. you can’t even respond, your whole body feels like it’s going numb. all of the past memories, hardships, everything floods back to you. your thoughts run wild, he can take his new girlfriend to a cat cafe (that you just happen to work at) but could never take you when you were together? chenle noticed you not speaking, and your pale tone. “yn? are you ok?” he asks, tapping you, then looking at yuta and the girl who were standing in front of the counter. “do you know him?”

you look towards chenle, to yuta, to the girl, then to the door, then back to the ground. what do you even do in this situation? “oh yeah! me and yn go way back, it’s great to see her again.” yuta says, a snarky tone to his voice. he knew just how to get under your skin. jeno noticed what was happening at the front and immediately read your body language. the feeling of being uncomfortable instantly radiated to him. he quickly walks behind the counter and grabs your arm. jeno whispers something into chenle’s ear that you couldn’t quite catch as your ears were ringing with yuta’s voice lingering. jeno then leads you towards the back, leaving chenle, yuta and the girl there. you can’t help but feel bad that on your first day you were already causing problems. but was this really your fault?

jeno sits you down and rubs your arms kneeling in front of you, “hey, what’s going on? who’s that guy?” you look down at him, you don’t want to show your weakness to a guy you don’t even know. “he’s my ex. i’m really sorry i froze out there, i don’t mean to cause trouble.” you say, slightly embarrassed from this entire situation. “don’t worry about it, i know what it’s like to see an ex lover suddenly.” he says, standing up and then sitting next to you. “i already gave chenle a heads up that you’d be here for a while. if you need to leave because you feel uncomfortable, i can text jaemin and have him pick you up.” your heart sinks again, jaemin? why him? it didn’t sink in a bad way but, you felt odd. you’ve just seen your ex, there’s no way you could be even able to see the guy you’re eyeing. “it’s okay, i’ll have my friend pick me up. he’s near town anyways, thank you though.” jeno nods and helps you gather your things and walks you out to the side. “if you need to talk, you have my number. good luck today.” he says before leaving back inside.

you stand there, phone in hand, trembling while texting mark to pick you up. how could you have possibly fucked up THIS bad on your first day.

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Thank you to everyone who voted! I guess I need to start doing one-day polls (why are there so few options, Tumblr? 😩😩) because this poll is now tied. But, in my mind, I closed it on 12/17, when Prequel was winning, so that is what we have this week! Hope you enjoy a continuation of this pre-bf tasm!Peter x fem reader fluff! 🩷🩷

Part 1

Word count: 1k

Be Nice to Spiders part 2

You always had a hard time sleeping when you were sick—it was impossible to get comfortable, hard to breathe… and that was without your cute office crush sitting inches away! So tonight was a lost cause. But when you woke up in the 2 o’clock hour, the desk chair was empty and you were alone. Okay, so he had left. Well, you had told him to. You hadn’t wanted him to waste his whole night here anyway.

So why did you feel so sad?

As you lay awake, every muscle and joint in your body aching, you began to hear a faint noise coming from the living room. Was that… coughing?

You crept out of your bedroom wearing a blanket like a superhero cape and found Peter sitting on the couch trying really hard to cough silently.

“Oh god, sorry, I didn’t want to wake you up.”

“I can see that. Are you okay? Hey, are you shivering?”

He obviously was, even though he didn’t answer, so you took off the blanket and wrapped it around him.

“No, no,” he motioned for you to sit down next to him and then he draped the blanket back over your shoulders.

“Can’t we share?” You asked with a smile. “We’re already sharing germs, apparently. I’m sorry I got you sick.”

Peter shook his head. “No, it’s not you, it’s that Daily Bugle office. It’s like a Petri dish. Did you get any sleep? You tossed and turned a lot.”

You slid closer so the blanket could drape over both of you. “Eh, some.”

Peter smiled.

“What?”

“Even tossing and turning, you held on to my hand for a long time. It was pretty impressive.”

The heat of your fever was overtaken by the heat of embarrassment, and you wished you were still high on cold medicine. “I am so sorry you were trapped in there with me.”

“Who said I was trapped? I got some sleep too… until I started going downhill.”

“Sorry,” you mouthed, cringing.

“It’s okay, really—but would you mind if I laid down here? It’s just taking a lot of energy to sit up at the moment.”

“Oh my gosh, yes, please, lay down!” You jumped up so fast, your head throbbed. “Ah!”

“Boy, we’re a sad pair,” he mused, stretching out on the couch.

“Seriously. I'm sure this is your normal Friday night!” You said as you tucked the blanket around him and slid one of the throw pillows behind his head. 

He smiled, but he wouldn’t quite look at you. Oh lord, was did that mean?

“Thank you. But you’re sick too. You should lie down. Here.” He scooted over, making room for you on the couch. “I mean, we’re both sick already, right?”

You giggled and nervously slid in next to him.

Peter repositioned the pillow and blanket so you were both comfy. The left side of your body was pressed into his right side, and though it was hard to focus on anything else, you managed to ask, “Do you want me to read to you too?”

“Yeah, you know, somebody fell asleep during Be Nice to Spiders—“

“How rude!”

“I know, and I never got to hear how it ended. Helen really seemed to be doing a great job at the zoo.”

It was such an adorable thing to say, you couldn’t help but smile. “This is why you’ve gotta be nice to spiders, man. They’ll look out for you.”

“Yes, they will.” And then he started coughing again, poor thing.

“Peter, I am so sorry.”

When he could talk again, he said, “Don’t be. Dizziness, coughing, and feeling like death aside, I'm pretty lucky.”

“Why's that?” You asked laughing.

“Well, I get to spend the night with you.“

You had expected some witty barb, so you hoped your jaw hadn’t visibly dropped. Your face got so hot it might as well have been on fire.

Peter saw the look on your face and the rambling began.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean ‘spend the night together’ like that or anything. That is not my intention or expectation or anything. I just said it because we seem to be… literally… spending the night together.”

“Peter,” you said softly, touching his arm. “Peter, it’s okay. I knew what you meant, I guess I just didn’t expect to hear it… or, really, that you would be happy about being stuck here all night with me, err, with a sick person. While also sick."

“I’m not stuck here. Honestly. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.” 

Your stomach fluttered. “Same. You know, when I woke up and thought you’d left, I….” Oh dear, how earnest were you willing to let yourself be?

“You…?”

“I was glad to hear you coughing, because it meant you were still here. I was really glad you were still here, okay?"

“Huh.” Peter looked like he could breathe again. He grinned at you. “Well, how about that? Hope you still feel that way after I spend all night coughing in your ear!"

It all happened so fast. Before you fully knew what you were doing (so as to stop yourself), you kissed him lightly on the cheek. “Ha.” You said sheepishly. “Hope that’s okay. Not that I wouldn’t want to, like, actually kiss you for real, but I think we should be sure we’re not going to give each other mono first.”

“Uh, yeah, no complaints here,” he chuckled. Then you felt a soft kiss on your cheek. Immediately, a smile spread across your face. “Oh and hey, forget reading, I want to make a different request.”

You laughed. “Okay…?”

“I think it would be nice to hold someone’s hand. I mean, I heard a rumor….”

You felt yourself smiling again. “I heard that rumor too. And I think I can help you out.” You slid your hand into his under the blanket. He gave it the sweetest little squeeze, then started coughing again.

“Oh boy, here we go,” he wheezed.

“Guess it’s good that we ended up keeping an eye on each other, huh?”

[kitausuret]

Flash Thompson Venom Recs

@vulpinesaint asked for some recommendations on getting into Flash-as-Venom, so I decided to put together a little guide. Mind you, this is geared towards already having familiarity with Eddie, and of course by extension the Venom Symbiote.

Now -- let me start by saying it may be helpful to see first where it all started going downhill for Eddie and the Symbiote (because we don't get to other hosts until after their breakup). Are any of those comics good? Not really!

But If you really wanted to you could check out Spectacular Spider-Man (2003, Jenkins/Ramos) #1-5 and Marvel Knights Spider-Man (2004, Millar/Cho) #5-12 or thereabouts, which will take you through the official breakup, Angelo Fortunato, and the introduction of Mac Gargan.

For a little taste of what the symbiote had been up to before Chosen Blond Man #2, I also recommend Dark Reign: Sinister Spider-Man (2009, Reed/Bachalo) #1-4 and Siege: Spider-Man (Reed/Santucci, one-shot, just because it's funny).

At the risk of being controversial I also rec the fabulous "New Ways to Die" arc (Amazing Spider-Man #568-573, Slott/Romita Jr.) for a peek at what's going on with Eddie during this time.

If you'd like a primer on Flash Thompson before you jump into Symbiote nonsense, you can check out Amazing Spider-Man #574, which is not a great issue but it is helpful to see what was going on with him. I also recommend the Amazing Spider-Man #622 B story "Stages of Grief" which IS really good and delightful.

Flash officially kicks off as Agent Venom in Amazing Spider-Man #654-654.1 (really -- there's a point-one issue). It's written by Dan Slott so it's not, you know, great, but if you've read Venom Inc. you know what to expect.

Venom (2011) is the real meat of Flash's time. He's kind of silly, as you can see, but for the most part I enjoyed this series. Does it have problems? Sure, but it's worth a read.. The first part (#1-27.1) is written by Rick Remender, and the second (#28-42) is by Cullen Bunn. The latter is, at least in my experience, better-loved for its introduction of Mania in #38, but they are both worth reading.

My personal highlights are: #2 (very good Flash/Symby at the end) #6-8 (Spider-Island tie-ins, you get to see what Eddie is up to) #13-14 (Circle of Four!!!) #17-22 (Savage Six, more fun with Eddie) #33-36 (esPECIALLY #35 oh my god #35 is everything to me. I'm normal don't look at me) #38-42 (Mania -- need I say more?)

I would also be remiss to leave out Superior Spider-Man (2013) #22-25 because while the story is.. meh..?? ...it does have some great Flash/Symby. I would live for them.

Agent Venom additionally appears in Secret Avengers (2010) and Thunderbolts (2013), but all I can really recommend here is the T-bolts Annual. It's a fun one.

And now we get into Cosmic Bullshit Shenanigans!

Flash and the Symbiote join up with the Guardians of the Galaxy (2013, Bendis) in #14, but are officially introduced in the Free Comic Book Day GotG special. My only recommendations here are #21-23, but they're big recommendations.

Once you've read #23, you can jump right into Venom: Space Knight #1-13 (R. Thompson), which is by FAR my favourite Venom series of all time and I'm not even joking. I can't even express how much I adore this series. WOMEN. I LOVE WOMEN. Just. Just read it. And then cry that it's only 13 issues

And from there, you know how it ends if you read Venom #150. Such was the end of Flash's time as Venom, but what a wild ride it was.

now we just need to get eddie on board with a third

If you're curious about Flash's story post-resurrection (he died, if you missed that from the Cates run) you can check out my little guide here, and also the most recent Carnage series by Torunn Grønbekk. What the future holds for Flash Thompson is up in the air (as it always is with Spidey's supporting cast) but I've got to have hope!

Happy reading!

[thyluvcupix]

Sakuatsu fic recs!

im very picky on what i label to be a 'good fic' most of the ones are amazing but only a few will get bookmarkerd by me and here they are! My ao3 acc that has many more book marks mostly nsfw i diddnt put here

1

A liar's truth 49k words

okay this one is just breathtaking? if you havent read this pls do i cried sm😭

summary:

In which Sakusa Kiyoomi is raised to believe that gay people go to hell but then takes one look at Miya Atsumu and thinks, then why the hell did God make them so fucking hot?

2

I'll see you in court, motherfucker 2k words

its short and funny def worth a read if you wanna giggle

Summary:

“You’re still a fraud. You’re—you’re a scammer, is what you are. I don’t know how you convinced the hospital administration that you’re my husband, or that we even have a relationship, but I have—” Fuck, what’s the word? “Lawyers,” Kiyoomi says triumphantly, “I have lawyers, and if you’re trying to con me for some ulterior motive, I’ll have you know—” “Oh my god, Omi,” Miya says, sounding equal parts exasperated and horribly fond. “How can you be so cute?”

A pleasant side effect of being down one vestigial organ is forgetting the existence of your hot Olympic athlete husband

3

The 28 post cards you left me 8k words

Honestly, if i ever break up with someone this is exactly what i want from them? Like omg?? pls send me post cards, Super cute

Summary:

Atsumu takes texting your ex to a new level by sending Sakusa postcards in Animal Crossing instead.

4

The art of the thrist trap 4k words

naughty naughty, but other than that this fic is so funny? like ask ur brother how to rizz someone up

Summary:

“Samu, I’ve got a big problem.”

“Here we fuckin’ go. What is it this time?”

Atsumu needs to think strategically about how he’s going to phrase this. One wrong word and Osamu will hang up on him and Atsumu will be forced to wade through the hell of his own mind by himself.

“I jerked off to one of my teammates.”

Osamu hangs up.

5

Problem 5k words

super cute sleepy omi is something else

Summary:

Atsumu has a problem— somehow, he finds every version of Sakusa Kiyoomi adorable.

In which Atsumu realizes that Sakusa Kiyoomi gets very quiet and very adorable when he's tired. Things simply go downhill from there.

6

Take me where the music aint to loud 2k words

Protetive sakusa>>

Summary:

Winning against the Adlers must have meant something of a great deal to Sakusa, as usually he wouldn’t even consider going out with the rest of his team after the game.

Yet, here he is, in a somewhat crowded club, wearing a black button up shirt rolled up around his wrists and sweating a little under the bright lights.

Atsumu thinks he looks beautiful.

He wanders over to where Sakusa is standing with Meian, hoping that tonight, with a little bit of influence from alcohol, he might be able to get more conversation out of him than he can usually get outside of practice.

But of course, Atsumu can’t have anything good, ever. Because, blocking the way is his ex-boyfriend.

--

or; atsumu runs into his ex in the club, and sakusa has to rescue him

7

ROAD RAGE 2k words

This is funny on so many levels poor atsumu he fears for his life

Summary:

For a man who preaches at any given opportunity about the importance of good self-care practices, Sakusa certainly displays an astounding lack of self-preservation when behind the wheel.

Sakusa Kiyoomi has a driver’s license. Sakusa Kiyoomi cannot drive.

The two are not mutually exclusive.

8

The ascent to love (or descent) 3k words

Im always a sucker for hurt/comfort and this fic gives me that, its also funny as well so its a win-win type thing

Summary:

Stuck in an elevator with his boyfriend after a fight, Sakusa Kiyoomi couldn't think of anything worse. Working through their issues?  Maybe he could think of one thing.

9

Take me home 10k words

i just cannont stress how good this is, like its soul healing on so may levels gosh

Summary:

Turns out, Miya Atsumu never did a good thing in his life – his love was one-sided. And so, he was running away, hoping to meet some friendly people, take a bunch of pretty pictures and get over Kita Shinsuke.

In which Miya Atsumu is an exchange student in Italy, and Sakusa Kiyoomi is the only one knowing Japanese, forced to take care of the new student.

10

Hope is the thing with feathers 10k words

Two dummies taking care of some birds is honestly to good

Summary:

Kiyoomi wakes to Miya banging on his door, yelling words that put the fear of god in him.

“Omi-kun, get out here, we’re gonna be fathers.”

11

In the stars 1k words

In all honesty it made me think of the other side of love i never thought about

Summary:

Miya Atsumu is a romantic. He always had been. He believes in soulmates and destiny and true love in the stars. Sakusa Kiyoomi believes none of that.

My ao3↵

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

silly hc idea for the riddlers. What do you think it'd be like if the riddlers who have voice actors/actors met their actors? Do you think they'd be appreciative? Freaked out?

Riddlers meet their actors

Short and sweet but this is way too cute

Tw: fourth wall breaking, meta, unreality/dpdr, surveillance

Gotham

- Considering the canon (that I ignore mostly because it's done so poorly) that hes got a split personality he's talked to, it probably wouldn't go well? Lots of animosity. Like a dog growling at its reflection.

- IGNORING THAT THOUGH. He'd start quizzing him and giving him riddles since this is obviously a fake. A trick someone is playing on him.

- if he found out it was real, he'd be super apologetic and calling him Mr.

- oh god does that mean there's actors for penguin and zsasz as well? They must be more pleasant than the on screen counterparts, at least.

60s

- Between Edward's riddles and puns and Mr. Gorshins stand up, the crime fighting duo is going to be seeing double! But this isn't about them.

- given this riddler is kind of a cinemaphile, there would be so many acting questions. Favorite movie? Who is the most famous person he's worked with (besides him, obviously)? He's quite good at acting and impressions himself, as Frank Gorshin would already know.

Zero year

- Get fucked, Edward, you have no VA or actor. That will however not stop him from harassing the writer and artist. His plan was failproof! How did this GUY beat him? And he can't just read who Batman is because then it'll be like he couldn't figure it out on his own. Ugh!

- He is going to red marker a copy of Zero Year showing every unflattering panel. See that expression where it looks like he has a double chin? That has to go, fellas!

- He tells them to do a better job next time. Because there WILL be a next time. He's simply the best riddler there could be! And no, not with the mohawk, get that out of here.

BTAS

- Civilized conversation after a brief "How strange, you can imitate me- OH-" Well, perhaps you should have pushed for more riddler episodes. His brilliant mind should be on display after all!

- sorry its been...... its been how many years since the show has been on...? Of COURSE he knew that. It was just a surprise hearing it. Right now.

- well. Other than that, he's going to ask about the family, his husband, as is only polite. Then about the other voices. Working with them and-

- sorry, joker is luke skywalker?

Telltale

- It should only make sense that his voice actor should be so skilled with a long variety of credits. Perhaps he has this skill as well and he didn't even realize it!

- German is a surprising accent he didn't know he could do. That will definitely come into play at a later date if he needs to hide his voice.

Arkham

- He can't handle this. The realization he's just pixels in programming- He's so much GRANDER than this! Yes, yes, you've done a great job, whatever, he has much more concerning things to deal with. He'll spare you, Wally, simply because without you his voice wouldn't be.

- this ultimately turns into him becoming the nastiest virus that figures out how to spread to any device that can access wifi. In this new world, there's nothing he can't see or control...

2022

- honestly I think he'd be terrified. Who is this well-adjusted man with his face? He's an ACTOR? People pay to see this face? His worthless, disgusting-

- wait he has fans?

- it all goes downhill from there. Abduction, probably like when Joker abducted Mark Hamil in that one special.

- He will flip when he finds out Paul Dano wrote his origin comics. Someone who knows him so well better than ANYONE else on this wretched world.

[parkerslatte]

Songbird || ELEVEN

Eddie Roundtree x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2.5k

Part Summary: Y/N works towards her album when things go drastically downhill. 

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DON’T ACT LIKE YOU DON’T KNOW

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Y/N L/N: You know those times when everything is going almost too perfectly? Well I was having one of those. 

…

It was early in the morning, about seven, and Y/N was at the studio having a discussion with Teddy. She was surprised when he had called her, she wasn’t needed at the studio at any point that week so she knew it must’ve been important. 

“So what’s going on?” Y/N questioned. 

“Well, I had a talk with the label and they agreed with me.” Teddy begins

“With what?” 

“That it’s about time you cut an album.” Teddy says with a smile.

“No way!” Y/N exclaimed, “You’re joking.”

“I’m not joking.” Teddy says.

“Oh my god!” Y/N exclaims, hugging Teddy. 

“Try and write some things over the next few days and then we’ll have another meeting to discuss everything.” Teddy says. 

“I will, I definitely will.” Y/N says, a wide smile on her face. 

When Y/N got back to the house, she was elated. She was finally getting everything she wanted. 

“What made you so happy?” Warren questioned.

“I’m making a fucking album!” Y/N exclaimed.

“Are you serious?” Warren asked, smiling.

Y/N nodded and Warren gave her a hug. The two continued to sway in the kitchen for a moment, arms around each other. Y/N hadn’t seen much of Warren recently, every time she was around him, Eddie wouldn’t be too far away and Y/N wanted to avoid him as much as possible.

“You know what this means right?” Warren said.

“What?” 

“We’ll be fighting for the number one album.” Warren says.

Y/N laughs pulling away from Warren, “I’ve had two number one singles, you’ve only had one, I’m already a step ahead.”

“What’s going on here?” Eddie questioned, suddenly appearing.

Everyone suddenly got quiet. The whole band knew that something had happened between Y/N and Eddie but no one had mentioned it, hoping that whatever it was would resolve itself. 

“I’m making an album.” Y/N finally answers, “I had a meeting with Teddy earlier.”

Eddie nodded, “Congratulations.”

“Thanks.” Y/N says, sensing the awkward atmosphere she cleared her throat, “I’m just gonna head to my room and work on a few songs.”

Y/N left in a haste leaving Eddie and Warren standing in the kitchen. 

“Okay, man, what is all this about?” Warren finally asked.

“What’s what about?” Edde says, getting a beer from the fridge.

“You and Y/N,” Warren says, “One minute you’re all over each other and the next you won’t even look each other in the eye.”

“Nothing happened,” Eddie answered, “We’re fine.”

“Well you both have a funny way of showing it,” Warren says, “Whatever is going on with you two, fix it.”

Warren walked out the kitchen leaving Eddie alone. 

***

Y/N L/N: I don’t think I left my room at all for the next couple of days, Karen brought me food when I forgot. I had ink staining my hands, countless pens scattered around the bin because I missed when they ran out of ink. I devoted all of my time to writing my songs, never taking a break for myself. 

WARREN ROJAS: I was worried about Y/N, she wasn’t herself lately and she never came out of her room. I know that she was writing songs for her album but she just kind of forgot to take care of herself. I think it was only me and Karen that noticed. 

…

The door to Y/N’s room opened and Warren stood in the doorway. Y/N looked up, bags under her eyes from lack of sleep. 

“Get your jacket, we’re going to the movies.” Warren says. 

“I thought you were meant to be at the studio?” Y/N says.

“Daisy and Billy had an argument about the album so Teddy sent them away,” Warren explains, “So we have a day off.”

“So take someone else to the movies, I’m busy.” Y/N says.

“No, I’m taking you,” Warren says, “You’ve been locked in here since you had that meeting with Teddy.”

“Because I need to get these songs perfect, Warren.” Y/N says.

“And they probably already are,” Warren says, grabbing Y/N’s arm and dragging her up from the bed, “Come on, you’re coming with me.”

Sighing, Y/N got to her feet and slowly made her way over to her closet and pulled out a jacket and grabbed her shoes. As she put them on she let out a long yawn.

“When was the last time you slept?” Warren says.

“I had a couple hours earlier,” Y/N says, “I haven’t had a proper night's sleep.”

Warren sighed before walking out of Y/N’s room, “I’ll meet you outside.”

Y/N nodded before she sat down on her bed to put her shoes on. Shrugging her jacket on, she stepped out into the hallway and directly into Eddie. 

“Sorry,” She mumbled. 

“No, it’s fine-” Eddie says, “Hey, are you okay?”

Y/N looked up at Eddie, his eyebrows furrowed together in concern. His hand was still gently holding onto her upper arm as he spoke and Y/N was fully aware of it. 

“I’m fine.” Y/N answered.

“No you’re not.” Eddie says softly. 

Y/N looked down and before she had a chance to answer, Warren’s voice echoed throughout the house, “Y/N, Eddie, come on, we don’t want to miss it.”

“You’re coming too?” Y/N questioned as they walked down the hallway.

“Yeah,” Eddie says, “Warren asked me to come earlier. Is that okay?”

“Yeah, no, it’s fine.” Y/N says. 

Eddie simply nodded as the two met up with Warren who was waiting outside, “Finally, I don’t want to miss the movie.”

Y/N chuckled a little, “You’ve already seen it once.”

“Yeah, but it’s a fucking masterpiece.”

Y/N shook her head before she got into the van. 

***

As Y/N sat down in her seat she couldn’t help but be fully aware of Eddie’s arm pressed up against hers. Despite still wearing her jacket her entire arm was on fire. By the time the film started, Y/N could barely concentrate on it, the only thing she could concentrate on was Eddie’s arm. 

Unbeknownst to Y/N, Eddie was feeling the same way. He constantly snuck looks at Y/N out of the corner of his eye, deep down he was hoping she noticed. His body was rigid and he didn’t move, afraid that if he moved, Y/N would become aware and move away on her own. 

“This is the best bit.” Warren whispered into Y/N’s ear. 

Y/N only nodded and continued to watch the film, although all the dialogue went in one ear and out of the other. She was too distracted. As the film ended, Warren was immediately up and heading to the bathroom, leaving Y/N and Eddie alone. 

The two stood around waiting for Warren who was taking his time. Neither of them said anything but they wanted to say everything at the same time. As soon as the two made eye contact, Eddie immediately broke. 

“Can we try to go back to how we were before, y’know like before everything?” Eddie says. Deep down he didn’t want to, all he wanted to do was pull Y/N in his arms and kiss her until he couldn’t breathe, but as far as he knew, Y/N didn’t want that. 

Y/N sighed, “Eddie-”

“I know it’s a lot to ask, but-but I can’t stand not talking to you. I feel awful about not talking to you after it happened and I regret that.” Eddie says.

“It’s okay,” Y/N says.

“It’s not and I know it’s not,” Eddie says, stepping closer to Y/N, “Can we at least try to get things back on track?”

Y/N paused, she wanted to, no she needed to. But there was something inside stopping her and she couldn’t explain what it was. She knew that no matter how hard they tried, nothing would go back to how it was before. The damage was already done. Whatever relationship the two had would never be the same.

“We can try.” Y/N says, offering him a small smile. 

Eddie nodded, however he wasn’t fully satisfied with the answer.

“You two ready to go?” Warren questioned. 

“Yeah, yeah, let’s go.” Y/N says and the three walked out the movie theatre. 

***

As Y/N, Warren and Eddie stepped foot back in the house, Y/N felt a litle better than she did when she left that afternoon. Her relationship with Eddie was better, it wasn’t completely fixed but they worked on moving past everything and hopefully moving on. Despite this agreement, Y/N didn’t want to move on, she wanted to figure out her feelings because she knew that what she was feeling for Eddie wasn't normal. 

“Honeys, I’m home!” Warren exclaimed, making his way to the living room. 

“Hey.” Warren greeted Graham and Karen who sat on the couch, “You guys heard from Billy yet?”

“Uh no.” Graham says as the phone continues to ring.

“Is anyone going to pick that up?” Y/N questions. 

Eddie looks at her before picking up the phone, “Hello? Okay…yeah sure, no problem. Mm-hmm. Be right there.”

Eddie places the phone back down and everyone remains in silence waiting for Eddie to speak, “That was Teddy.”

“What’d he say?” Warren questions.

“He says that he wants us at the studio,” Eddie says, “And to bring Y/N.”

“Me? Why me?” Y/N asks.

“I don’t know, he didn’t say.” Eddie answers. 

“Do you think Daisy and Billy managed to write together peacefully?” Graham questions as the group exits the house.

“Guess you’ll just have to wait and see.” Y/N answers as they all piled in the van.

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When everyone walked into the studio, Daisy and Billy sat there laughing together to the surprise of everyone. Y/N shared a look of shock with Graham. As the band entered, the laughter between Daisy and Billy died down. 

Y/N headed over to the booth to Teddy, “Eddie said you wanted me here too?”

“I do,” Teddy says, a sombre tone to his voice, “It’s about your album, Y/N.”

“Yeah, I’ve got a lot of things written that I can’t wait to show you and-”

“It’s not going ahead, Y/N.” Teddy says.

The smile falls from Y/N’s face, “What?”

“Billy doesn’t want to play guitar on stage and he says that you’re a good guitarist.” Teddy says.

“I am but what does this have to do with my album?” Y/N says, her voice cracking.

“Billy doesn’t want to play guitar on stage and he says that you are a good guitarist.” Teddy says, “So I am asking you if you want to join the band.”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Y/N says, anger lacing her tone, “You want me to join the band.”

“The label isn't putting any money towards your album, Y/N,” Teddy explains, “In their words, not mine, they don’t want to waste their time on a solo artist while they can invest money into the band. Billy wants you to join the band as the rhythm guitarist.”

“Wasting their time?” Y/N says, her voice harsh, “I’ve had two number one singles that people love and request to play on the radio all the time, they’ve only had one. I’ve worked my ass off to get where I am and you’re what? Just giving up on me. Because I can tell you for a fact that Billy doesn’t want me in the band, this is all you Teddy for a way of sparing my feelings,” Y/N lowered her voice into a low whisper, “And that’s bullshit.”

Storming out of the building and into the fresh air, Y/N let out a scream of frustration. Everything she had been working towards had been just flushed away in the matter of seconds. 

The doors opened and Y/N didn’t even bother turning around, “Don’t even fucking bother Teddy, I’m done.”

“You’re done?” Came the voice of Billy Dunne.

Y/N laughed but there was no humour behind it, “You are the last person I want to see.”

“Y/N just come and join the band.” Billy called out to her. 

“You don’t even want me in the band, you don’t even like me Billy, why are you suddenly trying to convince me otherwise.” Y/N exclaims. 

“You’re Camila’s best friend,” Billy says, “I’m only allowing you to join because of her.”

“Wow! ‘Allowing me?’” Y/N mocks,  “How many times have I told you people that I don’t want to be a band, never have, never will.”

“You know most people would kill for this opportunity.” Billy says, stepping closer, “And you’re just throwing it away like it’s nothing.”

“I am,” Y/N says, “Because I know exactly what will happen, I will be pushed to the side, everyone will, and it will literally be the Billy Dunne show, like it always has been.”

Billy rolled his eyes, “Y’know you are an ungrateful bitch when you want to be.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” Billy says, “You’re ungrateful, you’ve had everything handed to you on a silver platter and you take it for granted.”

“I have not had everything handed to me on a silver platter, I would say that you’re mistaking that for yourself,” Y/N hissed, “Oh look, Billy Dunne doesn’t want to play guitar let’s get a new guitarist so he can freely prance about on the stage.”

Billy chuckled, “You want to know something, Y/N? You wouldn’t have the career you have now if it wasn’t because of me. I’m the one that gave Teddy your tape to listen to. Your number one singles wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t for me. If it wasn’t for me, you’d still be working in that record shop performing to the same ten people over and over again until you gave up and realised that you weren’t good enough.”

“I fucking hate you, Billy Dunne.” Y/N says, a single tear slipped down her cheek. 

“Yeah, well the feeling’s mutual.” Billy says, “Now, if you don’t join the band, Y/N, your career isn’t going anywhere, the label is going to drop you. I’m giving you a chance here.”

***

As the two walked back into the studio, Y/N followed behind Billy. As the two entered all the attention turned to them. Y/N was seething with anger, but she didn’t allow it to show, she kept it bottled up. 

“Everyone, I have an announcement.” Billy says.

From the corner of her eye, Y/N saw Eddie trying to get her attention but she ignored him, she ignored everyone. 

“Y/N is joining the band as our new rhythm guitarist.” Billy says a fake smile on his face. 

Everyone around her broke into smiles and applause, but Y/N didn’t react. Everyone shared looks with one another and slowly Warren’s smile faded as he noticed the expression on Y/N's face. 

“What about Y/N’s album?” He questioned. 

When Y/N didn’t answer, that was enough of an answer for Warren. 

“So, for this song Y/N, this is what you’re going to do…”

Y/N listened, though she continued to stare forwards at the wall, no emotion on her face. At that point in time she only thought one thing. I fucking hate Billy Dunne. 

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jealous mando x fem reader please? reader meets someone while they're out and the guy starts flirting with her

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~So you finally were able to pull Mr. Metal Head out of the ship-

~But then it went downhill.

~Let's say the guy was just chatting with you because he thought you were cute and not because he was a pervert.

~Din, as soon as he saw, walked over and just looked at him, trying to be intimidating but not cruel. Just a warning.

~Guy got the point and backed off, sulking a little and feeling embarrassed because he didn't know you were taken. Oops :(

~But let's say this guy will NOT stop trying to chat you up.

~Maybe you're talking back because 1. he's a funny guy, or 2. because you're humoring him.

~Either way, Mando's way more sensitive than one would think. He feels a sense of abandonment that he always has to deal with because people are always tryna betray him or be like "if I do this for you then you need to do this for me", and his parents, and now you look like you're having fun with this guy so like

~Are you happier?? he wants you to be happy :(

~He knows how God damn AWKWARD he is too and how he's not good with words really.

~So maybe you think he doesn't love you?? What is it?

~Not to mention the fact you aren't even allowed to see his freaking face.

~He's overthinking and watching from afar

~But then jealousy starts bubbling up

~And he's like

~Who does he think he is talking to her she's way out of his league

~Totally glaring and trying not to let jealousy control him.

~Eventually the dude leaves, and Mando comes back. He doesn't say anything yet but he's obviously way more stiff than he usually already is.

~So when you're both walking back to the ship he's silent and weird. Not because he's angry at you but because he's self conscious and wants to bring it up but doesn't want you to think he's saying you aren't loyal.

~"...He liked you."

~It's blunt but straight to the point. He's not gonna tip toe around the subject like it's something that shouldn't be talked about.

~Din ends up getting real close to you and looking down at you like the intimidating bitch he is. In your personal space. Like drop everything you're doing because he's serious rn.

~"Did you like him?"

~Don't tease him about it. If you start teasing him that he's jealous he'll hate it. Makes his chest heat up and his jaw clench, and he just ends up walking away from you.

~Also sorry but purposely trying to make your boyfriend jealous is gross behavior that just makes people self conscious and upset c'mon man

~So it's best if you actually explain the situation and reassure him about it. Communication is key to a healthy relationship. Din wants you to talk to him about stuff even if he doesn't really know how to respond. He'll try his best.

~So yeah overall he's overprotective and might immediately glare daggers at someone if they try for one second to flirt with you. Jealousy makes him self conscious and sulky, maybe even a little annoyed at you for entertaining it and causing it to continue on rather than just speaking up that you're taken.

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Hello Bat!! I love love love reading your thoughts on things, from motogp to terrible 2000s tv shows. You mentionned great Smallville Lex/Clark fic in a recent post, and I was wondering: could you please share? I literally just finished rereading the Astolat's and still hunger for more.

yeah sure!! I'm kinda coasting off my ao3 history here (apparently I spent the entirety of 30/10/22 Having A Moment) so it's like,, a very imperfect list

okay, I'm gonna start with a bunch of seperis fics but I'd genuinely check out... all their stuff. it's just a fun read of the characters!! also there's so much of it and it's a good time to work your way through

A Handful Of Dust 47k words

At the end of the world, Lex can't stop running.

quite a dark and sad fic but I think about it a lot and it really works for me. it's basically a post-apocalyptic fic where the apocalypse is caused by clark being pushed over the edge and succumbing to his god complex. he's hunting down his former friends and allies, including lex. I think this kind of premise can easily be like... edgelord central 'ooh what if the hero were actually the villain', but this one feels true to the characters and their relationship + is very engaging

Advanced Masochism 8.6k words

In which Lex is curious as to why he's become a proxy stalker.

a small series that consists of lex trying to make the whole clark/lana situation work while doing his best to suppress his attraction to clark. lex's internal monologue in this is fun and punchy - though a lot of it is about his age gap to clark, which never like... feels THAT extreme in the show because tom welling *gestures*. but if that element makes you uncomfortable, I'd give this one a skip!

My Usual Lie 4.1k words

He wants to be so much more than that.

ice skating!! kinda melancholic but also idk a little sweet. it's clark spending time with lex after he's already grown up and they've already grown apart and clark misses the way it used to be between the two of them... again also ABOUT the age gap. lex is such a fun kinda slippery presence here, funny and kind but also a little detached

Frantic 9.1k words

In which Clark does not get dinner. And then everything goes downhill.

oh yeah I really enjoy re-reading this one. clark finally is forced to reveal his powers to lex at an inopportune moment, when evil goo is attempting to kill them both. no angst, just bickering

Resident Alien 2.7k words

It's tax season in the Luthor household.

just short and sweet and fun! established relationship, does what it says on the tin, lex is very into taxes. he's also very into clark

Closer to Breathing 8.6k words

Christmas parties at Luthor Manor. Boys sharing thoughts with brandy. And other things.

really lovely read, tender and fun and just kinda... nails a version of lex who is so very good at what he does, who might be loathed but can charm the small town people anyway, and a clark who stands at crossroads between being part of the small town and not liking the feeling of seeing lex play people like HIM (but not him). gets into a lot of the inherent tensions of that relationship!! love lex the outsider

Vix Te Agnovi 36.8k words

Clark gets a late-night call and interesting things happen.

again, age gap-centric warning!! lex asks clark to pick him up from a sex party. very much about the tension between the worldly metropolitan lex and the country boy hick clark, and both of them kinda entering into each other's worlds... lex reckoning how he's changed, clark curious and awkward and frustrated at being treated like a child (which. he very much is)

A Life More Ordinary 4.1k words

It wasn't sudden, and Lex didn't know it was happening until it had. And then he did.

aggressively not ABOUT superman, it's just about lex and clark. about lex and clark being flatmates. soft and gentle and intimate

Two Paths 21.8k words

Everything decided in one breath.

man I WISH there were more of the series. the basic premise is the whole smallville lie falls apart and lex is trusted to like... get clark out of there and hide him. so basically clark becomes his ward!! they live together!! lex needs to be an Adult who Takes Care of clark, but again. conflicted. this is just fun like it's such a funky dynamic that feels like an absolute perfect nightmare for lex specifically

and fics by other authors:

The Olive Branch by tasabian, 3.9k words

It's the holidays...which means Lex Luthor is keeping Superman very busy. But what is Lex's hidden agenda?

lex does crimes to get clark's attention. they're cute idc

When a Strawberry Is Pushed into a Mountain by Thamiris, 33.1k words

Away at college, Clark learns to read between the lines and finds his future there.

college!clark!! a few misunderstandings and tricky emotions that serve as a backdrop for the care clark and lex show for each other... I quite like it when fic doesn't like,, cut out their terrible parents

The Butterfly Effect by The Spike, 11.6k words

Lex can't let this Cassandra thing go.

remember that old prophecy lady from s1? well, what if lex injected himself with something that gave himself the power to see the future too, and was horrified and traumatised by what he saw? feat. clark taking care of him and papa kent playing the role of the homophobic dog

Going Home by mskatej, 5.5k words

Lex has amnesia.

amnesia future fic! clark comes to the rescue a little too late and takes care of lex. warning: the amnesia creates some issues of consent

where the colors are by museaway, 10.3k words

After Clark rescues Lex from Belle Reve, they flee to Canada to start a new life. Although his age and the need for discretion limit his options, Clark does his best to support them. But despite Clark's loyalty, Lex continues to have nightmares of his time in the asylum and worries that one day, Clark will leave him—or that the rescue was entirely in his head.

this scratches a very straightforward itch: the one where clark successfully saves lex in season three and chooses him. kinda nice and comforting even in its melancholy of not being able to return home again... y'know, sometimes you want something exactly like this

light the torch and pass it on by ang3lba3, 19.8k words

Clark starts behaving erratically, and it's up to Lois and Lex to figure out how to fix him. Thankfully, the paper cuts off there. Clark is faint, sweating. He thinks he’s hard. He checks. Yes. Yes, he is. He flips the paper over. In a deep purple ink, almost black, is an unsigned note. I think we can come to a mutually satisfactory conclusion on this matter. “Oh my god,” Clark whispers, thrilled. “He’s blackmailing me.”

lex/clark/lois. clark is having like... a weird alien hormone situation and it means he's weird towards both lex and lois. lex knows clark is superman but they're still very much enemies here, so this is the push that gets them to change their relationship. this one's just fun! sweet, good banter between lex/lois, it's obvious beneath it all how much they care for clark and clark does for them

The Milk and Cookies War by Punk, 6.2k words

Lex Luthor's Penthouse for Wayward Boys.

college!clark shows up at lex's place and makes himself at home. my favourite scene in this one is a brief interlude where lex is bitchy to his father

m2m by rivkat, 2k words

For thefourthvine, prompt: Craigslist. Clark gets curious about all those superhero kink offers.

what it says on the tin. I think you can probably guess who's demanding a superman lookalike. this fic made me laugh

Risk Management by tasabian, 7.3k words

A bad day for Metropolis reunites Clark and Lex.

future fic where lex almost dying sparks the reconciliation. ... I'd also just rec checking out all their fics tbh

The Grope of Destiny by suzvoy, 19.7k words

Clark had no idea how he was going to explain *this* one.

clark and lex are physically stuck together, and it's what prompts the reveal. always satisfying!!

Candy Cane Hearts by tasabian, 4.6k words

A new brand of candy makes Clark unusually mellow; Lex finds it all very confusing. Written for the Under Mistletoe challenge.

another christmas-y fic, another fic where clark acts weird! basically whenever you remove clark's inhibitions, he whisks lex off. just sweet and charming

No Choice by mskatej, 4.3k words

Clark is in heat.

okay. listen. you need to un-repress them, right. again, this is taking license of some weird alien biology. lex's blend of caring about clark so much and also needing him and also feeling weird about it and also being very into the whole alien thing but also kinda freaked by it... the classic dynamic

The Hinge Moment by tasabian, 14.8k words

Superman has a bad day; Lex just happens to be there.

clark kidnaps lex! but like, in a nice way. a lot of these fics don't REALLY engage with canon all that closely, but this is a future fic that definitely does. gives them the chance to actually have some conversations, y'know. some days I don't actually want them to forgive each other easily, but sometimes it's nice to scratch the itch of having slightly older and more mature versions of them figuring out their issues. really well written

I might add some more at some point but I only had the energy to go through a few right now lol and well I imagine you'd rather like them now than in like. three months. also psa: pLEASE feel free to send in smallville fic recs to this account, I'm always happy to receive them

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Hey Doverstar. Fellow Christian here. :) What do you think about The Chosen? They just started releasing Season 4 eps in theaters this February in the United States. I really love this show. What about you? If you do...I think that would be groovy! If not...well. That would also be groovy too. ✌

Hi there! Woah, it's in theaters, that's crazy! Back in my day it was barely stream-able and we had to be in a specific person's living room to get it on the TV, how far we've come by matchbox twenty- I'm glad you asked, this will be long-ish!

I used to attend the church that the creator of the show had been attending at the time when we lived in IL (his name is Dallas, I think we had dinner with him? don't remember). That was before The Chosen was a thing. He had great ideas about what Christian media could be, but The Chosen in particular went downhill fast for me. I think it's an excellent show, but I also think that when you're using historical, real people in the content, you have to be very careful. Especially when it's biblical figures in history. Then you have to be insanely careful, and Dallas is not being as careful as one would hope. Because you don't want people who know nothing about Jesus to watch that show and have that expectation in their minds when they go to read the Bible. Jesus probably didn't talk like that, may not have looked like that, and may not have even smiled like that during His ministry here. But I've literally spoken with people who say things like if Jesus doesn't smile like Jonathan Roumie when they get to Heaven, "what's the point". That's dangerous. (And theologically the show is not sound.) I get taking creative liberties in order to make a television show more engaging for a modern audience, but not with the Bible. I get trying to make it easier to understand and follow for people who are just not brought up in the church and don't know the language. But I've decided for me, personally, not to continue watching The Chosen. For one thing, I don't want those actors/actresses in my head when I'm reading the Bible, and for another, I don't want to start being in a "fandom" for a show that's supposed to be portraying the events in the Bible. I don't want to start treating the Bible like it's fiction, like Peter's my blorbo (as the kids say), like it's just entertainment. It's not. It's real. It's all real, and I know me, and I know I have a tendency to over-romanticize the media I consume. I'm not going near that show with a 39-and-a-half foot pole anymore. It would be too easy to start thinking the wrong way about what I believe based on the way the show makes me feel. That, and I think the show is disrespectful and wrong. Great idea, good execution, went off the rails. And yeah, The Chosen is so good at making you feel things! I saw that first Season. I loved that first Season! Little ideas like having the Jesus-character laugh in bed while knowing exactly what the family of the lame man he cured is waking up to, literally able to see them rejoicing miles away? That's beautiful. When the Jesus-character cries with the woman at the well, and he tells her from now on it will all be about the heart, not about works? And she says "You promise?" And he cries and smiles and promises and she's so happy? That's beautiful. I cried too. And my favorite was the line when Mary says that before she met Jesus, "I was one way. And now I am completely different. And the thing that happened in between was Him." That's perfect. That's so good. That's what it's like, in three sentences. Excellent. Well done. Oh, and the music swelling at the end of each episode? Fantastic. Emotions everywhere. But like I said, I don't trust it. I got through about four episodes of Season 2 before I was like, okay, that's enough. This isn't good for me. Does that make sense? I could go into the discrepancies and how they often treat Jesus in the show as though He wasn't fully man and fully God (He was), and how they often make it seem like you can believe He was or He wasn't and it's all fine, when it's not all fine. But that would take a while! In a nutshell: I'm glad the creators had the right heart to start out with, and I'm pleased to see it proven that Christians can make excellent media, but not if it's like this, and I don't think the show should continue. If it does, I think they need to get their heads on straight and be super clear about the Truth, otherwise there's no point. I won't be watching it. Doesn't make you evil if you watch it! This is just what I think. Since you asked. Glad to hear from you! <3

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BBS Dialogue Prompts #322

ʙʙꜱ ᴅɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛꜱ & ꜱᴇɴᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀꜱ: [ 13 ]

SMII7Y

Goddamn, how am I supposed to clean that?

True, I can just rappel down.

It doesn’t even set up on these walls.

I feel so professional right now.

Bro, stop, I’m on a scaffold, it’s dangerous.

Dude, I don't have my rope.

Wow, it’s like a different world in here.

The outside is still disgusting, I’m going to be 100% with you.

Let me hear it, gimme it.

It’s all downhill...

Might be awhile until I have another one.

I didn’t think it was that close.

I’m sorry, this normally doesn’t happen.

I was literally about to say that.

Put it on the roof!

Yes you can!

Bro, let’s look at the sights together.

Bro, we were supposed to leave it up there, how did you grab that?

You know what, you bring up a good point.

Line it up but right next to me.

VANOSSGAMING

You tip zero?

Is that the delivery man’s fault?

Yeah, let’s do this.

Wow, it takes two hits.

Well, now you can show us the way.

I feel like I’m being pranked.

Is it made out of cheese?

Finally one that doesn't work so well.

Ah, fucking get me an audition.

I shot you point blank.

GRIZZY

Wait, wait, is there another one?

I have five keys.

This is me and you, old lady.

What did I miss, I literally closed my eyes for a second.

I tried to take her down!

I'm gonna murder this old hag.

Somebody is flying out that window.

You have IQ?

I don't know if that's how it works.

Bro, I can't even explain that, I'm just dogshit.

TERRORISER

I'm going back in there, aren't I, for fuck sake.

Time to die, I guess.

He's walking through walls now, sick.

I know he's behind me, fuck this…

Alright, bitch, buy me some candles.

Shut up, stop talking.

How did I win?

How come you didn't message me on my birthday with the calendar?

Sorry, didn't mean to scare ya.

Jeez, you are sick.

ELILIKESRICE

Vampires holding guns in general is funny.

I thought you can read my mind.

I drink blood 'cuz it reminds me of kool-aid.

God, just put on a shirt, please!

I'm only 5'10.

He wronged us too many times.

They hit the pentagon.

I sacrificed myself.

Help, I'm gonna die, you fucks.

That's it, I've had enough.

BASICALLYIDOWRK

I'm getting hit by everything, bro.

I'm not paying my mortgage until we win.

You guys got about fifteen more minutes for my prescribed Adderall kicks in, and all the wind is fucking flowing in.

Press the fucking button, you dipshits!

Cut him off, it's the last guy, cut him off.

You got this, I believe.

We already qual'd, you dumb ice-cream fuck.

You can, but it's just going to be hard.

I don't know what that means.

I heard a door open.

JERICHO

Get off of the keys!

How do I get out of here?

Now, cut me in on the deal, exactly as you promised.

Wow, that is really difficult.

I'm just gonna go ahead and do this real quick.

Can you carry my body back to the van?

We have forty-two seconds left.

Don't be a hero.

I don't know how to activate it.

What is this bag here?

NOGLA

No, I got it covered.

Hold on, I gotta kill this guy.

That's my title.

Honestly, I zoned out completely.

Watch how bad this guy is.

No one has paid a penny yet.

If it was ten thousand, it would’ve selled.

You guys do whatever the fuck you want but leave me alone.

Stop what you're doing!

Okay, I figured it out, it’s this way.

BLARG

I'm on top of this man, and he's not dying.

I might have gotten executed in the back of the head.

That was violent.

Wait, just stand still.

This is such a-brother-and-sister-and-guy-we-bought-drugs-from-moment!

Yay, reviving the better player.

We're going for a ride!

How do I not die?

I think the door hit the dog in the head, because there's blood everywhere. 

Oh, I fell over and died.

WILDCAT

What did you get, did you get something good?

He's not near the bikes, fuck off!

Dude, he was just with us.

Only the killers can hear dead people.

I think you and I have the best read on our friends, you know, that's why I want to work together.

That fucking guy flopped the fuck over.

He's trying to act all scared around me.

I knew you were a bad boy.

What do you need to help him do?

Why do you ask a question and run away?

BIGPUFFER

He never gonna find me.

I can't kill anyone.

I'm out of ammo.

I lost so many points!

You can teleport through the sewer system? 

Fuck you, how about that, huh, you little idiot!

Really, you're gonna do me like that?

I literally didn't notice you.

Wait, what did I just see for a second there?

Wait a minute, I'm getting eaten!

H2ODELIRIOUS

I don’t think he can hit me.

Maybe he can’t see me.

I’m a spectral anomaly.

Where the hell did you go?

It’s not personal, it’s just you.

There’s a rabbit taking a bath.

This is my nightmare!

Alright, I should be scared.

That’s not what I meant!

I’m in the garage, I just heard her.

FL0M

Are you just blowing up vaults, dude?

Alright, hacker.

I can't believe they got beyblades in this game, this is incredible.

Oh my God, you can kill them.

Back the fuck up!

This is the heist, motherfuckers.

Hey, knock that shit out.

Make sure they're fucking dead.

Alright, I might've shot him.

Wait, you got the submarine, what the fuck!

[railingsofsorrow]

could you do Kiara carrera x male reader, in which the reader is jonh b's older brother

Begin Again

[kiara carrera x reader]

summary: “Got some nice waves?” You sat down on the sand, looking at her briefly before quickly looking away. You were scared she would tell you to fuck off. But you deserved it. “Not as nice as yesterday.” When she spoke, you could swear angels were singing in your ears for the first time. God must be real because you had prayed to hear her voice so close to you again and it finally happened. “Waves are harsh today.” “I'm sure you could take the challenge.” “I'm done with challenges.”

pairing: kiara carrera x male!reader; jj maybank x kiara carrera (not endgame!)

warnings/content: mentions of missing parents, dead bodies, basically mentions briefly obx s1 and s2 plots; discusses break-up; longing (like a lot); this is mainly about healing, the idea of taking a break from something and coming back; jiara mention (they are not endgame in this!! bear with me); this is also about friendships!!: tw!luke maybank (mentioned); paragraphs in italics are flashbacks.

w.c: 3.7K

A/N: this was a rollercoaster because I started writing and I didn't stop? like it just happened. this is very loosely inspired by begin again. I got carried away I'm sorry it took long! here it is. good reading <3 sorry for any typos!

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❝I've been spending the last eight months

Thinking all love ever does

Is break and burn, and end.❞

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“This is honestly so stupid.”

“There it is. The sentence you reserve for me only. I was missing it, man. Truly.”

The older boy shoved his little brother's face away playfully, a hint of a smile on his lips but he would never admit it out loud that he too missed his brother over the course of six months he spent away from the Outer Banks. 

There's come a point where change is inevitable and you understood that the moment your dad, Big John Routledge, went missing a few years back. He wasn't dead, alright? Missing. Just missing. Which was what you repeatedly told you and your brother so you wouldn't lose it completely. 

From that moment forward, everything went downhill. Or not. It depends on a lot of perspectives. You know, before, when you and your stupid friends couldn't catch a break and there were gunshots and threats and rich Kooks being revealed as murderers. . . Things seemed to be the worst of the world. The prospect of getting buried in all those revelations that you never thought would come to light just seemed to be the only option for you. Back then, right. 

All because of that stupid gold. 

It's odd how something can bring joy and despair and happiness all at once. 

You're the responsible one in the Routledge family. Always pulling your brother out of bed to go to school, making sure the bills were being paid and that he stayed out of trouble. That last part, you never succeeded on, but at least you tried. Oh, that you did. 

You would do it all over again. For your dad. For John B. For the Pogues. But you needed your distance, your peace, at some point. When hell ended. When the gold was found and you saw the big satisfied grins in your friend's and brother's faces, you finally knew you could get out of that fucking island where it felt as if you were constantly suffocating. 

Upon stepping back into the land that brought you agony and joy, as soon as you smelled the air, you knew home was just a few minutes away in the form of stupid jokes and cold beer. 

When you reached Poguelandia — stupid ass name but they never cared for your opinion on these things anyway — expecting to meet with your little brother's coffee brown eyes, instead you were met with the kind of warmth that only her eyes could bring you, the one that drew you in mystery and deceived you into stepping into a trap. You fell into it once. Then you ran off because a boy scared of love like you shouldn't be around a girl that wanted to conquer the world and make it a better place. 

I'll come back every month. I'll never stop visiting. You said in the past. John B once told you how you were shitty with keeping promises when they weren't made for him. And that promise hadn't been made for him, you said it to the girl you swore you'd never let go. But as soon as the opportunity came, you did exactly that. 

And no, you didn't come back every month. You needed distance. You needed peace. Kiara couldn't take the burden to provide you that, despite her presence diminishing that hole in your chest after everything that happened. Your dad. The gold. Your brother dying and coming back to life. Getting stranded on an island.

So, as soon as the acceptance letter came and you were sure your brother would be safe, you took the chance. You got out. You didn't know if leaving was harder than staying but it sure felt like your chest was being ripped off when you said goodbye to the island you've lived your entire life in. 

I'll come back, don't fucking pull anything stupid, John. You had told your little brother. Warned most likely. Because if he did pull anything like another gold hunt, you'd come back just to pinch his ear. We'll keep in touch. And you did. To your brother. Pope as well, occasionally, you were best friends but the boy understood you needed some time on your own. 

Coming back to Outer Banks did felt like home but also as if a cold bucket filled with ice throwing at you all your regrets was being dumped on your head. You just didn't have time to process that you were seeing her again when JJ Maybank whistled loudly and walked past the girl to envelope you in a brotherly hug. 

Your brother and the rest of your friends soon showed up and you were pulled inside to sit around their living room to talk. It lasted hours. The sun was setting when you had a sip of your last beer while you watched with a lazy smile as your friends bickered about something. You missed that. 

Kiara was still as beautiful as the day you left her. Her hair had lighter strands, you wondered if someone helped her dye it like you did on a drunk afternoon or if she now went to a hair salon to do these stuff. She hasn't looked at you yet and you respected that. 

But you couldn't stop looking at her.

Pope informed you through the phone one day, something that made your breath catch in your throat. But what did you expect her to wait for you? No. She's allowed to live. Nobody should wait for anyone. It just wasn't fair. 

“Look, I don't know if John B told you but. . .” by the way he hesitated you thought something bad happened and you were already thinking about buying a ticket first thing. But your fingers hovered over your laptop when he finally spit it out. “JJ and Kiara. They're together.” 

“That's great. I'm happy for them”

That conversation echoed in your head as you studied the two of them while your ears were paying attention to Sarah's voice about. . . Something. It wasn't important.

JJ had always been like a brother to you. Your dad let him crash at the Chateau — rest in peace, your old home  — every time Luke Maybank acted like the piece of shit he was and stained the blond boy's skin with purple bruises that would last more than a week. You could never resent him for being with Kiara. He wasn't stealing her because first of all, she wasn't a prize to claim and secondly, who wouldn't fall for Kiara Carrera? 

She was made of magic. Or she had created magic. You didn't know. She was something powerful that couldn't be explained by science or anything else in the books.

You cared for both of them still. But you weren't made out of concrete, alright? These years had not diminished your feelings for her and you didn't think that could ever happened. Sometimes it could be a curse and sometimes it could be a blessing. 

You just hated feeling like that because it felt like control slipped from your fingers and when did that ever happen to you? You. The one people turned to when they needed advice. When they were in trouble. You. Who knew exactly how to proceed in any given situation. You. Who loved a girl whom you left in the cursed island and swam away before you could suffocate in the blood-stained waters any further. 

“How's university life's been treatin' ya.” 

Your neck snapped as you turned to look at the boy that used his cap backwards. You always told him it made him look like a douchebag. He'd ruffle your hair in response. 

JJ didn't change much, but he did have a new look in his eyes. Maybe he was actually living now and not just surviving. You were glad his father was long long gone.

The two of you were never much for deeper conversations. JJ was a closed off person and John B was his best friend, not you, so you were sure they talked about that stuff within themselves. You never thought in the months you've been gone that this would change too. Because here was JJ Maybank, resting his elbows on the railing and staring at the horizon as his azure eyes turned sea green in the sunlight, attempting a conversation with you that was more than offering a joint.

“It's fun.” You shrugged, setting the beer bottle down to mimic his position. 

“What you always wanted?”

The answer used to be yes without a doubt. 

“Yeah,” you said, eyes trailing down the grass and up the sky again. “What I always wanted.”

“You're missed here.” 

You turned to look at him, a brow raised in questioning that got JJ to laugh, exposing his crooked teeth for a second.

“I mean. We all miss you, sure. You know that.”

“I do. . .”

“She missed you like hell though.” The sentence hits you like a car crash, you barely have time to get back on your feet before he carries on, without looking at you but eyes trailed forward. “It's not my place to judge. I would've left too, probably. I know why you did it.”

“Spit it out, JJ.” You were out of patience. You felt cornered, like you've been punched and all air left your lungs. Suffocating. Fear of facing the truth. The mess you've created. 

But when did you ever created messes instead of fixing them? 

“It wasn't fair and you know it.” 

Pressing your lips into a thin line, you shifted, shoes grazing against the wood. 

Suddenly everyone knew what happened between you and Kiara. Except that it wasn't sudden. Everyone just knew before it even happened. It was in both of your lingering gazes and in the timid smiles. Right there.

“And it would've been fair to me if I had stayed?” You asked him, ready to defend yourself even though you didn't really have. to. That was JJ you were talking to. He wasn't looking for a fight to defend his girlfriends' honor. “I know it wasn't fair. I just— I tried to do what was necessary to not hurt her. To—to not make it worse.”

JJ let out a chuckle. “Man, that backfired.”

“I know.” You quipped, bitterly. You hated yourself for it. 

“Like I said. Not my place to judge—”

“It kind of is.” 

“but don't go on breaking her heart again, alright? Just. . . Try not to?” The blond grimaced, scratching the back of his neck. He didn't know how to do serious speeches. He just wanted to make his point clear. “Look. All I'm saying is that I know you care about her and she cares about you. It adds up, just make it happen. You guys will figure it out somehow.”

What.

“What?” You were sure you got a whiplash. “What are you talking about?”

JJ offered him a tired sigh. “We all know you and Kie had something—”

“Aren't you dating her?”

He received a look as if he had two heads. 

“What? No.” JJ scrunched his nose and shook his head. “No. She's one of my best friends. That doesn't even—”

“But Pope told me—”

A loud groan.

“Okay, yeah that was. . .” JJ looked down at his boots before knocking an invisible rock. “Like I said, she's one of my best friends. It didn't work out.” JJ then looked at him. “It wasn't serious, man. We both agreed it meant nothing.”

Oh. 

So that means. . .

“So don't be a pussy.” You winced at the playful punch on his shoulder. “Talk to Kie, yeah? She deserves at least that.”

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No matter how good it felt to leave Outer Banks, you still admitted it would always have the best sunset in the whole world. No comparison was worth it. 

No other place displayed the warm glow of the sun being covered up by the fog that mixed purple and indigo together. Watching the sunset at the beach was your favorite activity of the day. Yours and Kiara's. 

You found her in the sand, bikini wet from surfing and her legs thrown out in front of her as she basked on the last glow of the sun of the day.

Nostalgia gripped you tight and almost made you stumble back.

“We should get a dog.”

Kiara said it as a joke because they would never be able to properly care for a pet in their current situation. John B and Sarah stuck in Nassau and they were gathering evidence to clear his name. 

You were practically yanked out of the house by Kiara. She had warned you about the dangers of self isolation but you never really noticed when you did it. Your mind too busy with getting your brother back home.

“Yeah. And name it turtle.” You indulged in your girl's idea, laying your head on her stomach after she adjusted her body on the sand. It became familiar how she'd run her fingers through your hair after a good surfing afternoon. 

“Over my dead body.” She gently tugged on your baby hairs, too distracted by the sunset to scold him for the awful name. “I could live here forever."

You pressed your lips against her wrist, biting her skin softly and earning a smile. 

“I'm gonna take you away someday. Show you the entire world.” You promised, looking into her eyes. “You deserve more than this island.”

“I'm happy here. With you.” Kiara whispered before kissing his forehead and leaning back. “But I wouldn't mind traveling the world.”

“It's settled then.”

Your feet began walking towards your lost lover before you could register. 

“Got some nice waves?” You sat down on the sand, looking at her briefly before quickly looking away. You were scared she would tell you to fuck off. But you deserved it.

“Not as nice as yesterday.” When she spoke, you could swear angels were singing in your ears for the first time. God must be real because you had prayed to hear her voice so close to you again and it finally happened. “Waves are harsh today.”

“I'm sure you could take the challenge.”

“I'm done with challenges.”

You swallowed hard, burying your toes deeper into the wet sand.

“Why are you back?” Kiara hadn't said your name since six months ago, when you hugged her for the last time and her voice cracked in your ear, tears staining your shirt. “Got bored of the university too?”

“Kie, I never got bored of you.”

She rolled her eyes with a scoff. A strand of her curly hair fell off her shoulder, dripping down. 

“I'm sorry.”

“It's not that easy.”

“I know and I don't expect you to forgive me.” You were quick to say, wanting to shift closer to just touch her but you held back. “I was an idiot for leaving. I never meant to hurt you, that was never my intention, you gotta believe me on this, okay? Kie, I—”

“Don't.” Her eyes were pressed shut so hard she was seeing stars. “Don't say it. I believed it the last time and look how it turned out.”

You clipped your mouth shut, desperately wanting to disagree with her because you leaving did not meant you didn't love her. That never changed and it never would.

“You were an idiot for leaving but I didn't hate you for it.” Kiara played with her bracelets. He observed she still wore the one he gifted her on her sixteenth birthday. Kiara loved matching bracelets and although you sucked at handmade gifts, you made two bracelets, one for you and one for her. “I hated you for not coming back and you promised you would.”

“I know.”

“Why didn't you?” 

You've had a lot of arguments with your brother because you have a perfect answer at the tip of your tongue at all times. Sarcastic little shit, he says. 

The truth? You wanted to run away. The distance you needed was from the disturbing memories that included near-death situations and dead bodies. Not from Kiara. Being away from her killed a part of you inside and you wanted that part back. You couldn't function well without it. 

“I was scared.” You admitted, a hint of shame in your tone. “I was scared this island would swallow me up as soon as I stepped back here. I was scared I was gonna lose more than I already had.”

“I would never let you drown—”

“It is not your burden to carry, Kie. It never was.” You shook your head, interrupting her. “I. . . I regret leaving you. I broke my promise and it's been hell living with it because I miss you all the damn time.” 

Your breath caught in your throat and she turned to look at you. That skeptical gaze in her eyes whenever she was seeking bullshit in anyone's speech. 

“And I still love you.”

“Dude, I told you not to say it!”

That earned a laugh from you when you tried to cover it up but it was useless, she was already glaring heavily at you. How weird it was that it brought you a sense of satisfaction? You loved her laugh. You loved her glare. You loved her everything. 

“That doesn't change anything. It doesn't erase that you took off—”

“I'm well aware—”

Kiara pointed a finger at you. “I wasn't finished.” So you clipped your mouth shut, why wouldn't you? “That doesn't erase those months. It doesn't.” Then the frown between her brows softened to something a little more vulnerable. A little more I-don't-hate-you-so-much. “But I'm willing to... Think about it. Forgiving you, I mean.”

Your heart leaped in your chest and you tried playing it cool, you really did. But you just weren't able to hold back the happiest grin splitting your mouth open.

“That's all I'll ask of you.”

“Yeah.”

You bit your cheek, drawing in the sand with your index absentmindedly. 

“So do you still like... Love me or...”

“You're pushing it.”

You chuckled, offering her a sideways glance. “I'm messing with you. This is a peace offering, alright? I'm not gonna expect anything. I just... I just want you in my life.” And you decided to add, for good measure, because it was the truth. “I'm not leaving again, Kie.”

Her dark chocolate brown eyes trailed across your face, a strand of her hair fell from behind her ear and she pushed it back. It would fall again in a second. 

“You're not going back to university?”

“I'm transferring.” You clarified. “Closer.” 

“Oh.” 

She was surprised. So were you when you made the decision a month ago. John B had been the first and only person you told. Now, Kiara knew it too. She had been the main reason for your decision. The girl retrieved the feeling of home you had lost before you left Outer Banks. Home was home because of people. It had stopped being home because of that as well. But now, after your so-requested distance — it had been necessary — you acknowledge that the people that were still here brought light to your grey world even though you had lost some along the way. 

Kiara Carrera could very much be a star in the sky. The whole sun, really. She was the color you wanted to paint your life with again after so many months spent colorless. If you could have a fraction of her brightness close by, you didn't care for anything else.

You missed sunsets on the beach, date nights to the movie theater and random road trips to see a smile in your girl's angelic features. 

“Good for you.” Kiara mumbled, placing her arms above her knees to look directly at the waves. 

Your lips stretched into a soft smile. 

“Yeah, good for me.”

Your friends were like surprise birthday parties not always welcomed. They'd appear unannounced in the most unpredictable moments. 

You cursed your entire family line when John B's sweaty arms wrapped around your shoulders, the rest of the loud group not far behind. The moment between you and Kie coming to an end.

“How are you two doing? Up for a little bonfire tonight? A little gettin' drunk?”

When your eyes met Pope's, you both shared eye rolls. 

“I'll never look at you and see past a five year old, John.” 

“And I'll never look at you and see past your annoying sarcasm, big bro.”

Kiara laughed and you heard heaven's doors opening. “He got you there.” She shared a glance with you and turned away to Sarah and Cleo. 

You were too focused on her to listen to the boy's plans for the bonfire. Which was always the same process.

Stepping back into a cursed land could also be a step to begin again and that couldn't be bad, could it? Not when it meant sun-warmed skin, salt air and coconut sunscreen took you home more than anything or any place ever could. Not when Kiara Carrera drifted her eyes to you and you were sure you would never drown in the bloody waves of Outer Banks again.

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❝. . .But on a Wednesday in a cafe, I watched it begin again.❞

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[mostesteemedgingeroverlord]

It’s about to be my birthday and I just keep thinking about how *much* the last year has been.

I lost my darling grandfather, but I’m slowly getting my dad back. Or maybe just truly having him for the first time. But that’s also mostly happening be he’s been sick for months, which is making him reevaluate a lot.

My parents are closer and healthier than ever, but they’re also barely scraping by because Dad can’t work.

My aunt who I have been very close to as an adult said some really hurtful things to me when Granddad was dying and now there’s a weird distance between us that I don’t know how to breach. But as I was crying about that my mom called me and told me how proud she was of me and how much it meant to her that I was there taking care of Granddad when she couldn’t.

My oldest brother is growing ever distant and into someone I’m afraid won’t be a kind and gentle man. But my younger brothers and sisters are growing kinder and wiser and, God, I am more hopeful for them than I have been in years.

My friend who I went to college with and have traveled the world started fighting with other friends and pulling away from us. But my friend who moved away last summer has become closer than when she was here and now we’re going to travel together (provided my finances become less bottom up lol).

I’ve given up on the idea of best friends (I was never too keen on it to begin with) and I’m trying to ride the waves of closeness as they come, bc very few of my close friends have remained the same for the last year. Even fewer the last five. I could certainly count them on one hand. But that’s okay! You can’t always love a lot of people and love them all equally well. At the end of the day, we’re finite and we most affect and are most affected by the people in our lives day to day.

My roommates both moved out (for separate reasons) right as several (more) things on the house went wrong and now I am back to paying for the mortgage by myself with a savings that has been wiped out by weddings and family problems as well as house problems over the last year.

My faith, as always, walks a razors edge, as I wrestle not let truth fall prey to opinion and desire. Trying to understand the things that bewilder me, to be faithful to God, to know and love Him, is slowly becoming easier. Setting down my burden, learning truly to be weak—oh I so hate to be weak— is healing me. In a lancing the wound, cutting out the gangrene, pouring alcohol on the cut kind of way. But in my core, in my heart of hearts, I believe and know (despite all the religious corruption I grew up in), that this Jesus was who he said he was and that truth must decide my life.

I once hiked a trail that I was not in the best shape for. But I had trained for it and was in better shape than I had thought. I got so hungry, but there were enough snacks. I was so thirsty, but we had plenty of water. I got winded, but there was enough time for me to take breaks. My legs were burning, but finally we started to go downhill. My brother got cold, but I had an extra jacket. We got frustrated, but we started to be silly and soon were laughing. I got disheartened, but my brother ran ahead to tell me there was a sign (parking lot one kilometer ahead).

I would not have been strong enough to do that hike unequipped and alone. But I was equipped and I wasn’t alone. Just as I have not been unequipped and alone the past year or the past twenty-five. And I won’t be for whatever’s left.