#but whoo boy it's hitting hard tonight

[notesofarichlycolorednight]

uh oh sisters! someone's starting to feel resentful in this chili's tonight!

[psych0-str1ngs]

Jealous Words- Izzy Stradlin x Reader

Authors Note: Guys THIS IS SO GREAT I LOVE HAVING REQUESTS, @undertakerswhore

Warnings: P in V, oral M! receiving, dirty talk

You were sat in between Axl and Duff, and you were completely. shitfaced. You were giggling and joking with Axl while Izzy was across the dressing room with Slash and Steve.

“Wait i have an idea,” you laughed trying to be quiet.

“What?” Axl asked, tapping his cigarette on the ash tray.

“We should make Izz jealous,” I giggled, whispering in his ear.

He chuckled and put his hand on my thigh, you batted you eyelashes at him. He put the cigarette to your lips, you dragged the smoke into your mouth before french inhaling and exhaling the smoke. Izzy’s eyes bored into Axl’s soul.

“Dude i think it’s working,” Axl laughed, putting his arm your shoulder, you leaned into him.

“Oh for sure,” I laughed loudly.

“You’re definitely getting it tonight,” Axl said taking another drag.

I slapped his chest and blushed deeply. Izzy walked up to the coffee table.

“Oh hi baby,” You smiled up at him.

“Let’s go,” He said holding his hand out to you.

“Nooo!” You slurred. “Im gonna stay here”

“No you’re not,” He said. “C’mon Y/n”

The boys whooed, hooting and hollering. You blushed, and rolled your eyes before getting up and grabbing his hand.

“Bye guys!!!” You giggled, Axl winked at you.

Izzy quickly pulled you out of the dressing room before pulling you into him, his hand holding your jaw firmly.

“How dare you,” He said lowly “you think it’s funny flirting with my bandmates?”

“A little bit,” you smirked up at him.

“You better hope you can walk tomorrow,” He let go of your jaw and continued walking to your car.

You pulled out your keys, ready to drive. He grabbed the keys out of your hands quickly, glaring at you. You sighed and got in the passenger seat. After backing out of the parking spot, his hand landed on your thigh.

“You are so fucking in for it,” He said, shaking his head.

You looked at him, blushing deeply. He looked at you for a split second before pulling into your driveway. He got out of the car and walked quickly to the door, unlocking it and pushing you through it. You giggled and walked through the front door, sliding off your leather jacket. Izzy spun you around, picking you up by your thighs and walking to your shared bedroom.

"Izzy!" You giggled.

He threw you on the bed roughly, quickly pulling off his shirt. His hands slide down your sides, hiking up your dress and ripping your tights off.

"Those were my only pair that wasn't ripped!" You whined.

"Shut up," His rough hand ran up your body. "On your knees, now"

You quickly complied, biting the inside of your cheek. Izzy sighed, seeing the sight of your wet cunt, glistening slightly. You felt his bare chest press against your back, he leaned on your back.

"Do you know what's going to happen now?" He breathed out lowly, his hands found your ass, squeezing lightly.

"n-no," You stuttered.

"I'm going to fuck you until I feel satisfied," He smacked your ass roughly. "And you wont make a single peep, do you understand?"

"Yes sir," You said lowly.

He gave your ass one more smack before pulling his leather pants down, and grabbing his length. Izzy rubbed his tip up and down your folds slowly before slamming into you. You widened your eyes slightly before screwing them shut. His hands gripped your hips tightly, pounding into you. He kept his pace, quick and rough, he leaned down to your ear again.

"You see what happens when you flirt with my band mates?" He asked, still pounding into you. "You get used, you're mine to fuck, and only mine."

You nodded before feeling a sharp hand slap your ass again.

"Words," His deep voice spoke.

"I'm only yours Izz, I promise," You said quickly, trying not to moan.

He chuckled, and continued. The tip of his cock hitting your G-spot repeatedly. You bit the inside of your lip, so hard you almost drew blood. Izzy's hips hit against yours, faltering lightly before pulling out and cumming on your ass. He sighed, breathing heavily. He tapped your thigh.

"On your back," He said stepping back a bit.

You flipped onto your back, looking up at him. He walked up in between legs, pulling you down a bit. Izzy's lips hit yours, shoving his tongue into your mouth, your hand weaved in his hair. He pulled away, your soft delicate fingers ran down his chest, your eyes looked into his. He pushed his dick into you suddenly. Your eyes rolled back into your head.

His hands gripped your legs, pushing his dick into you repeatedly. your legs shook and twitched before you came, sighing heavily. After a few short moments, he came again, quickly pulling out and ejaculating on your stomach. You both breathed heavily. He smiled down at you, kissing your nose lightly before walking off to the bathroom.

"You coming?" He asked.

"Y-yeah," You got up, and walked over with him.

THE END (sorry if this is a little disjointed, it's not my proudest work :()

[messandamiracle]

So, in honor of the continuing hubris-driven journey I have yeeted myself on, here’s some thoughts on Wonder Woman 2009 (DC Animated Universe). 

Now, just to preface all this, I’ve never actually seen a Wonder Woman movie/cartoon/show or anything like that before, and I haven’t read any comics either. But lemme tell y’all, I was so ready to be impressed by an absolute queen of a badass Amazon warrior woman. And the first part of the movie seemed like it was going to deliver on those expectations. The opening fight with Hippolyta and the Amazons was so great - it was nice to see that they had uniforms which (to my poor and measly brains) looked reasonably like what any soldier might have worn in ancient Greece, rather than just being glorified leather bikinis. The fact that the crown which later becomes Diana’s wasn’t just a crown but also a bladed weapon capable of decapitating a man was a fantastic touch I did NOT see coming, and the fact that Ares was let off with imprisonment due to Zeus’ interference after committing a string of heinous crimes a mile long was both on-brand for the mythical character depiction and deeply frustrating in a way that made the Amazons’ retreat quite understandable and really tragic: they couldn’t live safely in a world where justice was constantly twisted in men’s favor, to the repeated detriment and harm of all others. 

(I would die for you ma’am)

And when Diana ends up experiencing the outside world for the first time, it’s revealed that these problems haven’t gone away, which gives us some moments that are really hard-hitting. There’s the scenes where Steve Trevor shows up on the island where all he does is a) ogle women b) violate their privacy in a way that is in fact criminal, and c) repeatedly weird sexual comments about the amazons. When she goes to America, there’s a really sweet scene where she teaches a young girl to swordfight because the boys she’s playing pirates have relegated her to the sidelines as a damsel in distress, and then the girl goes off and just absolutely DEMOLISHES them.

And there’s this killer quote (which I love), “Remarkable. The advanced brainwashing that has been perpetrated against the females of your culture. Raised from birth to believe that they’re not strong enough to compete with the boys. And then as adults taught to trade on their very femininity.” As someone who grew up surrounded by a lot of male relatives, this quote hit hard and was really relatable. And then there’s (to my mind) the MOST uncomfortable scene, where Steve takes Diana to a bar and is clearly trying to get her drunk with intentions that literally COULD NOT be more suspect. 

(can you FEEL the toxicity tonight?) (also the fact that Diana looks vaguely uncomfortable with Steve in every scene she’s in with him, including the ones where it’s supposed to be romantic)

And then it hits. It’s like you can FEEL the moment when the scriptwriters were like “whoo boy, guess we better pull back on this on guys, we might have made it a little TOO feminist. Time to pump the brakes!”

Because the next thing you know, she and Steve are going on a mission to stop Ares from taking over the world (or killing everyone in it - he doesn’t really have clear-cut goals, because he feeds off human suffering but if he kills everyone then won’t he just starve to death?). And they get beaten back by Ares’ forces and there’s a whole bit where Diana tells Steve to save the world and he DOESN’T and rescues her from the flying creature that had grabbed her instead and it’s like...supposed to be this whole redemptive moment where, despite the fact that he has done nothing but be an absolute sleazeball this ENTIRE film, NOW he’s a great guy. But like, look at Diana???

This is her waking up in the hospital. You know what I see? No cuts, burns, abrasions - there’s some kind of drip or transfusion line off to the side, but it’s unclear what exactly it is. She’s not in the ICU and doesn’t seem to have been in surgery, and like five minutes later she’s off to fight again anyways. But Steve claims he’s saved her life and it’s supposed to be some kind of “moment” for them, where she realizes he “cares” and whatnot. But like, if she didn’t need saving, as evidenced by the lack of serious injury, then Steve has just put his need to /feel/ like a rescuer over actually rescuing the ENTIRE WORLD. Keep it up Stevie. That whole hospital gimmick is sure gonna mean a lot when countless numbers of her relatives are dead because of your warped sexist savior complex. And what’s even worse is, in this scene, he actually has the GALL to chastise her for her negative view of the society she has found herself in, as well as men in general, and that not every man who opens a door is part of a misogynist plot. Which, like, first of all, she has seen NOTHING in her LIFE to dissuade her from this view Steve, least of all your sad sexist hide. Second, when EVER has this been about opening doors??? This is about your harassment and toxic behaviors, you stale box of apple jacks. But then she like??? Responds?? To this crap???? And seems to BELIEVE it so some extent??? Whish, given that she has STILL seen nothing to dissuade her from her opinions is HIGHLy out of character and makes me wonder what was in that drip line. 

(excuse me while I go screech out the window in horror and rage)

This is followed by a scene in Diana’s (very cool) jet where Steve accidentally truth-lassos himself and says (I kid you not) that he isn’t as much of a pig as he seems and just acts this way because he doesn’t “want to get hurt again.” But Steve, Stevie, Stevie my dude, YOU ARE A PIG. You don’t SEEM like a pig, you ARE one. There’s a difference. And with this ONE phrase, we’re just supposed to forget the harassment, the bar scene, the ogling, and creepy behavior in general. Good GRIEF. 

It gets worse from there. At one point, Diana tells Ares “How could you hope to defeat Zeus if you can’t even defeat a girl?” which is weird and even MORE out-of-character for her, and then the president’s assistant calls the Amazons “Armored supermodels,” and apparently the whole motive for one of the Amazons betraying them by letting Ares out in the first place was woman’s inherent need to produce children being thwarted by the island’s all-female nature (which, don’t even get me STARTED, because before this whole Ares mess in the first place, Queen Hippolyta SAYS that he killed their husbands and families, so there is NO. REASON. That family options would have been off the table for the Amazons to have again in the future if they wanted them. We don’t even see the queen saying that they CAN’T have them). And the movie ends with Diana being lectured by [the pig] Steve over how she should act more feminine and let men open doors for her or some crap like she’s a child, and then it closes with her running off to fight a female villain. Which, villains can be women, it just feels like the final nail in the coffin of Diana’s forced domesticity (because apparently she and the pig are a THING now (someone please bleach my brain DIANA DESERVES INFINITELY BETTER)) that of COURSE they end with the trope of the female hero fighting the female villain now that she knows BETTER than her TERRIBLE feminist ways. 

So yeah, Wonder Woman 2009. I have to say, despite the trash hand dealt by the writers/producers/directors/whoever was responsible for this travesty, I did love Wonder Woman. She’s now one of my favorite superheroes and this makes me want to go and watch the live-action moves she’s in because I’ve heard those are a lot better. There were some parts I really loved and some parts I really hated (every frame of Steve), and way more things I could talk about. I guess I’d watch it again, if only for the absolute amazingness that is the first section and (of course) Wonder Woman. However, I shall press on in my journey. 

[arc-misadventures]

Jaune FMK: Ruby Yang Summer

Roses: FMK

Jaune: Okay… Why am I doing this…?

Ruby: Because we want you to!

Yang: Also we’re curious…

Jaune: About what?

Summer: If you could only have one of us, who would you have~!

Ruby: And,whowouldyoukill?!!

Jaune: …

Jaune: Okay…? Y-You’re not going to… hit me, or anything for what I’m going to say, are you…?

RYS: Nooo~!

Jaune: …

Jaune: Well, I’m dead either way… Okay so… Kill… Ruby. Fuck, Yang, and Marry Summer.

Ruby: What?! Why…?!

Yang: Yes!

Summer: Whoo!

Ruby: Jaune?! I thought we had something together! Why are you killing me?!

Jaune: Because… Because I want… I want to marry, Summer so I can… So… So I can impregnate her…

Ruby: GAHK?!!

Yang: Ohhh! Bold moves, Lover Boy~! But, why?

Summer: Ara Ara~! Do tell~!

Jaune: Look, I want to have a family; wife, and kids all of that. And, Ruby you are old enough to do it. You’re not ready for that, neither are you, Yang. Summer however is, she may be older in years, but she can still have kids. So I would marry her, and have a family, then one day do the same with you two.

Ruby: Shit! That is a good reason!

Yang: Meh, I already call him, Daddy. But now it’s, Daddy~!

Summer: Want to try that later tonight, Dear~?

Jaune: …

Jaune: Yes.

Summer: Wonderful~!

Yang: So, I guess that means I get to fuck, Jaune! Whoo!

: Yes, but actually no.

Yang: Eh? What are you talking about, Mom?

Raven: Don’t worry dear, you can have some fun with, Daddy. But only after I have some fun with him first~!

Jaune: What are you talking about, Raven?

Raven: Well, if, Ruby, and Yang, aren’t old enough, but, Summer is, why not me as well~?

Jaune: Uhh…?!

Summer: Think about it, Jaune; both of us, our body’s glistening with sweat, as you pound away at us. Our bodies leaking your fluids as you finish inside us. New life blooming inside us at the same time, one made by your hard effort~! Doesn’t that sound fun~?

Jaune: UHHHHH…?!!

Raven: We’ll both wear our bunnysuit’s when we do it, too~!

Jaune: Well… Get fucked, Yang. Summer, Raven, lets get cracking!

Summer: This is going to be fun~!

Raven: Don’t wait on us girls; we’re going to be very, very busy~!

RY: …

Ruby: Wow…

Yang: I’m not sure what’s upsetting me; the fact that I did, or that I couldn’t laugh at that egg pun!

Ruby: It was probably the pun knowing you.

Yang: Yeah… It was the pun…

///

If I get a prompt with any of these three girls, I an going to do this to them. It is a natural reaction for me to do so now.

[holeynightsky]

overthinking albums: midnights pt. 1

welcome back, lovelies! today's Long Rant is brought to you by all the beautiful RWBY art i've been seeing as we get hyped about vol9.

today, we'll be thinking way too hard about the lyrics and general vibe checks of taylor swift's midnights album, and how each song was specifically written with a RWBY character/relationship/arc in mind. this is going to be split into two parts, because i, ahem, hit the character limit for a text block post on tumblr.

(what's that? sorry, i can't hear you, but if you're suggesting the album was not in fact written about a niche animated show, i'm replying with shhhhhhhhh.)

the album can be found here on spotify, if you're interested in listening along.

lavender haze - okay guys we gotta start with a bumbleby song. and this one--whoo boy. are you kidding? hell yeah! you don't really read into / my melancholia.... i just wanna stay in that / lavender haze. i mean come on. can't you just see blake singing about yang? staring into her eyes? the epitome of sapphic love??? also, obsessed with the way adam didn't scare yang off in conjunction with the line they're bringing up my history / but you weren't even listening. i know it's not a one-for-one match but i'm gonna die on that hill.

maroon - bear with me for this pain, but: a jaune-grieving-pyrrha song. the visual of the two of them over time, all those shades of red... the tension just before and during the vytal festival arc (how the hell did we lose sight of us again? / sobbing with your head in your hands / ain't that the way shit always ends).... jaune in the forest during vol4 (and i wake with your memory over me / that's a real fuckin' legacy)... him standing in front of her statue, finally putting his ghosts to rest (the rust that grew between telephones / the lips i used to call home / so scarlet it was maroon)

anti-hero - a hot take, but i feel like this is a song for oz/oscar/ozma. i have this thing where i get older but just never wiser is him struggling under the weight of everything he knows and all the ways he's fucking it up anyway. not to mention this whole thing: i end up in crises / tale as old as time / i wake up screaming from dreaming / one day i'll watch as you're leaving / 'cause you got tired of my scheming / for the last time. i--i don't even think i need to explain this one? are we good to move on?

snow on the beach - a qrow/clover song. you might think this is qrow thinking about clover, because of lines like you wanting me / tonight feels impossible--but ohoho, slow down there my friend. i will die on my headcanon hill that clover was just as traumatized as qrow, just with different coping mechanisms, and that he was absolutely whipped within hours of meeting him. plus, qrow just deserves at least one (1) nice thing--and don't you want to see him getting all flustered and happy when someone else looks at him and thinks of the lines i searched 'aurora borealis green' / i've never seen / someone lit from within / blurring out my periphery? akjsdbfkasjfh and the pause after can this be a real thing, can it? with their hands gently brushing.... hello? my heart?

you're on your own, kid - yang. yang alllllll the way. am i maybe projecting the oldest-female-child-syndrome? yep. but i mean--oh my god how could it not be??? i didn't choose this town / i dream of getting out / there's just one who could make me stay doesn't have to be romantic. that can be her thinking of ruby. my friends from home don't know what to say / i looked around in a blood-soaked gown / and i saw something they can't take away is living at the dorms in vale and leading up to the fall of beacon, 'cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned / everything you lose is a step you take is her recovering her confidence in vols 4 & 5. you're on your own, kid / yeah, you can face this / you're on your own, kid / you always have been is that moment where she steps past raven and ventures into the spring portal alone...... i'm simply not okay.

midnight rain - raven and ty. we were all thinking it, right? i mean. i mean. how could it be anything else? my town was a wasteland / ... / my boy was a montage / a slow-motion, love potion / ... / i broke his heart 'cause he was nice. the way she left but didn't feel guilt that we really see at any point in the show? he wanted it comfortable / i wanted that pain / he wanted a bride / i was making my own name pretty much sums up that dynamic. ty is a himbo and i love him but as soon as we met raven i was like "oh, obviously that wasn't gonna work." also, i peered through a window / a deep portal, time travel / all the love we unravel / and the life i gave away is so perfectly on the nose it's not even funny.

question...? - blake and ilia!! blake! and! ilia! specifically, ilia being bitter as she watches blake move through various relationships with various levels of health, and never once look at her. good girl, sad boy / big city, wrong choices / we had one thing going on / i swear that it was something / 'cause i don't remember who i was before you. or, or!! she was on your mind / with some dickhead guy / ... / it was one drink after a another / fucking politics and gender roles / and you're not sure and i don't know / got swept away in the gray. i simply cannot. i shall pass away before i ever make my peace with this level of pining.

stay tuned for part two, coming soon! <3

[inkieblu]

jfc i just want to be a cute boy is it too much to ask

[rpmemesbyarat]

RP Memes from Rush Hour & Rush Hour 2

"Why you ain't tell me about the bridge?"

"Wipe yourself off, man. You dead."

"The drop will be made tonight. The amount will be fifty million dollars."

"Fifty million dollars? Man, who do you think you kidnapped? Chelsea Clinton?!"

"Do you understand the words that are coming out my mouth?"

"I'll hit you so hard you'll end up in the Ming Dynasty."

"It ain't 'you all', it's "y'all"!"

"It would take me all day to kiss your fat ass."

"We've must be a misunderstanding, 'cause I was sent down here for the big case for the kidnapping of the little girl."

"He *is* the situation."

"You destroyed half a city block!"

"Hey, don't talk about my father."

"That's why I don't have no partner, that's one thing I learned from my daddy."

"Man, just sit there and shut up! This ain't no democracy."

" I'm the president, I'm the emperor, I'm the king. I'm Michael Jackson, you Tito. Your ass belongs to me."

"My own mama's ashamed of me. She tells everybody I'm a drug dealer."

"You don't know nothing about no war."

"Everybody knows war."

"They don't give a damn about you! They don't like you! I don't like you!"

"The girl don't like you! Nobody likes you!"

"The Beach Boys are great American music."

"I like to let people talk who like to talk. It lets me find out how full of shit they are."

"Well, didn't I give you the bigger half?"

" ...which one of y'all kicked me?"

"Fifteen hours? What are we gonna do for fifteen hours?"

"I should take your ass to jail, you know that?"

"You got a prescription for this?"

"You better have glaucoma."

"Whoo! You know he dead."

"Man when I get up in there I'm slappin' somebody."

"You serious? I don't know what to say. It's like a dream come true."

"I ain't gonna kill you this time. I'm just gonna kick your ass!"

" Did you hear what I just said? Get your shit and go out the door!"

" I didn't know you spoke Chinese."

" I never told you I didn't, you just assumed I didn't."

"I can't hold anymore! I'm slipping!"

" Every now and then we have to let the general public know that we can still blow shit up."

"You know that other stuff but you don't know his name? "

" You said your father is a legend."

"You believe your father wasted his life, that he died for nothing?"

"Don't come up here in my place of business and scaring me like that, god damn."

" I need to know who this guy is runnin' 'round town buying up all these explosives and weapons."

"God damn, don't nobody know his name."

"Push the goddamn button!"

" I'm gonna kick your ass and then I'll take your ass to jail."

"I'm gonna make you mayor."

"Get rid of this guy, he's gonna get you killed."

"America is a very friendly place."

"Stupid fool, get the hell out of my way!"

"Well, even if I said anything, who would want the bullshit job?"

"What you did was dangerous, and completely against policy, not only that...you did a good job."

"No disrespect, sir, but he's only gonna get in my way. If I'm gonna handle the situation for you, I'm gonna have to work alone."

" You ain't the only one with quick hands now, right?"

" What is this shit about your daughter?"

" I'm gonna pretend you a man. A very beautiful man with a great body that I'd like to take to the movies."

"You know, we could have been a good couple. We could have had something special. But you one crazy-ass bitch!"

"Why didn't you tell me you had a bomb in your mouth?"

"They will torture us for three days."

"They will cut off our eggrolls."

"Behind every big crime there's a rich white man waiting for his cut."

"You invited them to get naked and sacrifice a small goat."

"We both know you wouldn't take a bullet for someone else."

"Just follow my lead. Act like a tourist."

"I can't believe I flew 10,000 miles for this shit!"

"I'm tall, dark and handsome, and you're third world ugly."

"I don't like my chickens alive, I like 'em dead and deep fried."

"I always dreamed of going to Madison Square Gardens, see the Knicks play."

"I could use another vacation."

"Man, I'm up here working, putting my life on the line, and you up here messing around, dancing with some bimbo...does she have a friend?"

"I'll meet you at the bar in ten minutes. They don't like tourists in here, so try to blend in."

"He never begged for his life. Or tried to make a deal."

"If you ain't gonna shoot him, kung fu his ass or something!"

"Who put their hand on my butt? Do it again."

"Look at that rat!"

"I'm not the one running up in massage parlors looking for crime lords."

"I'll be remembered for getting rid of you."

"I want to slice those pretty lips right off her face."

"I'd put that knife away, bitch, before you have an accident."

"Wipe yourself off, you're bleeding."

"Snoopy is like six inches taller than you."

"I love Snoopy."

"It was a cowboy hat, and now it's a pith helmet."

"Nothing touches this body but pure silk."

"There are a lot of men chasing us."

"Some people think it's tacky, but I like it when couples dress alike."

"Let's put a dead animal on you."

"He likes you."

"I'm not shopping with you no more."

[rhys-writes-sometimes]

Music Worth Making Part 1: Bright Forever

Requested: nope!

Warnings: abuse, child neglect, shitty parents, death, food, terrible writing

Series Summery: When the reader’s life is ripped away from them, they’re distraught. But with her two best friends and three certain ghosts, maybe the afterlife isn’t so bad after all. 

Chapter Summery: The band Sunset Curve was about to have a life-changing concert when they ate some bad hotdogs and died. 25 years later, you’re best friends with the girl who discovers them. 

Words: 3,026 

A/N: This is pretty much just introducing the characters and their relationships to one another. Things will get more interesting in the next few chapters.Also, the reader is non-binary! <3 lyrics are italicized Part 2 ______________________________________________________

Hollywood 1995

“Don’t look down, ‘cause we’re still rising up right now, and even if we hit the ground we’ll still fly, keep dreaming like we’ll live forever, but live it like it’s now or never.”

The teenaged boys finished their soundcheck, earning scattered applause and even a “whoo!” from the employees working at The Orpheum that night. The band didn’t try to hide their smiles as they took a bow. 

“Thank you, we’re Sunset Curve!” one called out.

“Tell your friends!” another added. 

“Too bad we wasted the tightest we’ve ever played on a soundcheck,” one said as they set down their instruments. 

“Wait until tonight man, when this place gets packed with record execs.”

The boys all nodded, thinking of all the chances of fame they would have after that night.

“Okay, well, I’m thinking we fuel up before the show. I’m thinking street dogs?”

Two of the other boys liked that idea, but the other one had other plans.

Jumping off the stage, he started to make his way over to a young woman who was wiping down tables.

“Hey Bobby, where you going?” the one who had suggested they go get street dogs called out.

“I’m good!” he called out to his bandmates, then said to the girl: “Vegetarian. I could never hurt an animal.” 

“You guys are really good,” she said with a smile as the other three guys joined their band member at her table. “I see a lot of bands. Been in a couple myself. I was really feeling it.”

The guys all smiled. 

“That’s what we do this for,” one of them said. The tips of his chestnut colored hair almost reached the top of his shirt with cut off sleeves. “I’m Luke, by the way.”

“Hi, I’m Reggie.” Reggie had black hair and was wearing a leather jacket with a red flannel tied around his waist. An interesting combination, but somehow the outfit worked. 

“Alex.” A boy with blond hair spoke up from where he was hovering just to the side of the group, wearing a pale pink t-shirt.

“Bobby.” The boy who had first walked over to the girl had brown hair and a sleeveless jacket over a t-shirt. 

“Nice meeting you guys. I’m Rose.” The girl smiled at all of them again as Luke licked his finger and stuck it in Bobby’s ear. 

“Oh uh, here’s our demo, and a t-shirt, size beautiful.” Reggie handed Rose a CD and a t-shirt, earning a small groan from Alex. 

“Thanks. I’ll make sure not to wipe the tables down with this one.” 

“Oh, good call. Whenever they get wet, they just kinda fall apart in your hands,” Alex informed her.

“Don’t you guys have to go get hot dogs?” Bobby asked, clearly wanting to talk to Rose without the other three around. 

“Yeah.” Luke leaned closer to Rose, as if to tell her a secret. “He had a hamburger for lunch.”

-----

“Man, I can’t wait until we eat someplace where the condiments aren’t served out of the back of an Oldsmobile,” Alex grumbled as he put a pickle on his hot dog. “Hey, sorry, I got some pickle juice on your battery cables.”

“No problem. It’ll help with the rust,” the man cooking hot dogs said with a slight chuckle.

“That can’t….okay.”

The three made their way over to a couch to eat. Before they could dig in, however, Luke started speaking. 

“This is awesome, you guys. We’re playing The Orpheum! I can’t even count how many bands have played here and then ended up being huge,” he said with a slight chuckle. “Eat up, boys. ‘Cause after tonight, everything changes.”

They all bit down hungerly into their street dogs.

Alex was the first to notice that something was off. “That’s a new flavor,” he said, a small amount of worry creeping into his tone.

“Chill man. Street dogs haven’t killed us yet.” Reggie tried to calm down his friend.

Luke hesitated for a moment, then took another huge bite.

-----

Los Angeles 2020

You made your way through the hallway, walking fast, faces pass, weaving around people as you tried to reach your locker. You smiled as you saw your two best friends waiting for you.

“Hey, underacheiver,” Flynn said in greeting.

“Hey, disappointments,” you joked back to them. “Okay, Julie, I know you don’t want me to ask, but have you figured out what you’re gonna do today?”

“I’ll know in the moment.” The frizzy-haired girl fiddled with her bracelets as she spoke, the only clue that she was nervous for her proformance later.

“Really, Jules? That’s all your giving us? Mrs. Harrison said-” Flynn was cut off from scolding one of her best friends.

“This is my last chance, I know, I was there,” Julie finished. Flynn smiled softly for a moment, but it turned to a grimace of disgust as she noticed a girl handing out flyers. 

“Ugh, what is she handing out?” she questioned.

“Desperation?” you said, only half joking. Julie and Flynn snickered. 

However, you put on a smile as the girl walked up to the three of you. 

“Here you go. My group’s performing at the spirit rally tomorrow. I’m sure you guys have nothing better to do,” she said, her eyes sweeping over you critically as she handed the flyer to Flynn. 

Flynn put on a bright, sarcastic smile. “Oh my gosh, Carrie, thanks!”

“Oh my gosh, Flynn, don’t bother coming!”

The three of you rolled your eyes at Carries retreating back. However, someone else caught Julie’s eye. 

“Nick?” you asked, looking between Julie and the blond-haired boy she was staring at.

“Still?” Flynn asked. “You know they’re gonna get married and have a bunch of unholy babies.”

“Nick’s a sweetheart.”

“Yeah, you’d actually have to talk to him to know that,” Flynn said with a small smile. “And only one of them has to be a demon to make a demon baby.” 

You nodded your approval of this statement as Flynn called out “Demon!” in Carrie’s direction.

The three of you turned towards the lockers and laughed quietly. 

“There’s that smile,” Flynn said, lightly poking both you and Julie’s face. “Now come on, let’s go prove everybody wrong.”

You flinched slightly as she put her arm around you, but tried not to show it.

-----

“Okay, we have one last proformance,” Mrs. Harrison called out. “Julie.”

You squeezed her hand slightly as she stood up and walked over to the piano. 

She sat in silence for a moment, before saying “I’m sorry,” and running out of the room, with you and Flynn not far behind. 

-----

“I’ll be back to pick you up at 5:30. Have fun at practice, Danny!” you called out after your little brother as he ran to join the baseball team. This was a daily routine for you; drop Danny off at practice, go to Julie’s to study and eat, pick up Danny, go home and endure torture. 

You let your mind wander as you walked to Julie’s house, which luckily wasn’t very far from the sports fields. Walking through the front door, you let your bag fall to the ground as you went to go get something to eat. 

-----

A few hours later, you were walking back to the sports fields. 

“Hey, Danny,” you said once you saw him, ruffling the boy’s hair. “How was practice?”

You paid attention as best you could as he rambled on about what had happened that day, but if you were honest, you didn’t understand a thing about sports. You were just glad your brother had found something that made him happy.

You closed the front door as quietly as you could, not wanting to wake your father. You tip-toed into the kitchen to start making dinner, as you did every night.

“Olivia, is that you?” you mother asked. You winced. 

“Yes, mother,” you sighed slightly, afraid to tell her that you had changed your name to Y/N.

“Hurry up and get dinner started. My feet are tired from cleaning all day.”

You wanted to roll your eyes at the excuse that was very obviously a lie, your house was a mess and you knew you would be expected to clean it later, but you didn’t want to get in trouble. So you fell into a robotic sort-of motion that you had developed as a way of hiding your emotions and thoughts from your parents. 

Thirty minutes and one burnt fingertip later, dinner was ready and waiting on the table. 

“Wake up, Harold, dinner is ready.” Your mother shook your father awake. You knew if you tried that, you would be slapped across the face. By both of them. 

However, your father just sat up sleepily and lumbered over to the table. You stood over to the side as your family ate, not being allowed to join them. 

“Goddamned roast beef is overcooked again,” he grumbled. You blinked back tears. Such a small thing shouldn’t upset you, you knew, but it did. 

You endured the criticism on the meal you had worked hard to make from your mother and father for the next half-hour. Your father declared himself full and snapped his fingers at you. You whisked his plate away before taking your mother’s, too. She never ate after he finished. You took Danny’s too, but only because you knew that your parents disapproved of him still eating. 

“Hey,” your father said, his voice already low and dangerous. “Give your brother back his plate. He wasn’t finished yet.”

You set the plate back down, nodding and shaking slightly. “My apologies, father.”

“Don’t appologize to your father, appologize to your brother!” your mother exclaimed, grabbing Danny’s hand from across the table and giving it a squeeze. 

“It’s okay, really, I was done,” he hurried to say.

Your mother frowned at him. “Are you sure, darling?”

He nodded. 

“Well, okay then…” she said, still frowning slightly. “You may be excused.” 

He ran off to his room. You took his plate. 

Heading back to the kitchen with a small sigh, you started making a meal for yourself out of what was left, leaving enough so that your family would have leftovers. 

You ate silently, thinking about how nice it would be to have a caring family. Of course, Danny cared, but he was too young to stand up to your parents, and you never wanted him to have to. You would protect that boy at all costs.

Holding in a sigh, you cleaned up from dinner, and then pulled out the duster to start to clean the house. You were stopped, however, by your mother. 

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I- I’m cleaning the house…”

“Didn’t you hear me say earlier that I cleaned it? Are you insulting my cleaning job?”

“N-no, I-”

“You what?” Without waiting for an answer, she slapped you across the face. You struggled to remain emotionless; your face stung. 

You thought it was over, but then your father joined in.

“What’s this Jennifer? Is Olivia insulting your hard work?”

“It’s Y/N…” you muttered quietly. Your father overheard and put his face uncomfortably close to yours.

“As long as you’re living under my roof it will always be Olivia. And even if you could change your name, that doesn’t change your gender, freak,” he spat. 

“I know,” you whispered. 

He slapped you.

“Don’t talk back to me.”

Blinking back tears, you stood still as they walked away. Eventually, you remembered the duster in your hand. Placing it back on the shelf, you walked back up to your room, hoping you would be able to escape them for the rest of the night.

-----

The next morning as you and Danny were walking to Julie’s house to go to school, you heard something you hadn’t heard in a long time: music. Julie was singing. 

“Wake up, wake up, if it’s all you do, look out, look inside of you, it’s not what you lost, it’s what you’ll gain raising your voice to the rain.” You smiled. It had been so long since you last heard her voice, and her music was a gift to the world. 

You walked into the studio alone, Danny having gone to talk to Carlos. Julie looked up with small tears in her eyes, seeing you standing there, smiling. She smiled back. 

“It’s so nice to hear you play again.”

Julie smiled wider. “Thanks.”

Just then, Flynn burst in. 

“Carlos told me you’d be out here. We need to talk.” She crossed the room to where the two of you stood by the piano. 

“Are you okay?” you asked, noticing the tears running down her face. 

“No, I’m not okay! One of my best friends just got kicked out of music! I’ve been up all night thinking about what I was gonna say. Might’ve drank seven sodas, but I need to get this out.”

“Wait, I have something to tell you-”

“No. It’s my turn to talk.” Flynn took a deep breath. “You can’t give up music. You’re music’s like a gift, that would be a tragedy. So you’re basically, like, cancelling Christmas, and I love Christmas!”

“Flynn-” you started to say, but she cut you off. 

“Uh-uh! I don’t know why you’re siding with her, Y/N. I know you like hearing her play.”

You knew Flynn didn’t mean to hurt you, but her words stung a little. You nodded once and retreated back into yourself slightly. Flynn was too emotional (and sleep deprived) to notice. 

“When we were six, we promised to be in a band together. Double Trouble!”

“I never agreed to that name,” Julie said, laughing slightly.

“That’s not the point. Jules, if you leave the music program, we’ll be apart forever. That’s just what happens. Sure, we’ll see each other in the hall sometimes, but we’ll have different lives, make new friends…” Flynn said the last part quieter. You could tell she hated the thought of losing one of her best friends.

“That’s not true,” Julie reassured her, but Flynn wasn’t finished.

“You’re right. I won’t be making any new friends. I’ll only have Y/N, and they’re amazing but I’d miss you Jules! And the only time we’ll contact each other is when we’re liking each other’s posts on Instagram. Every time I’ll be hitting that little heart, my heart will be breaking because one of my best friend’s left me, and… do you have any soda? My head hurts.” 

“Can I talk now?” Julie asked tentatively. 

“Fine.”

“I just played the piano and sang again. Y/N can confirm it.” You nodded when Flynn looked at you excitedly. 

“What? Why didn’t you just say so?” She asked, practically bouncing with joy. 

“She was trying to, but then your seven soda’s kicked in,” you answered with a small laugh. 

Flynn was grinning from ear to ear now. “I’m so happy for you! And me! And Y/N!”

You all hugged, but Flynn pulled away quickly, gasping. “We need to tell Mrs. Harrison that you can play so you can stay in school and my life won’t be that sad picture I just painted for you!”

You giggled as Flynn put her arms around both of you. “Y/N, our girl’s back. Double Trouble lives again!”

“Still not our band name,” giggled Julie. 

-----

“Did you end up getting back into the music program?” you asked Julie at the end of your study session for the day. She looked down at her shoes, and you knew what the answer would be before she said it:

“No. No I didn’t.”

You tried not to look too disappointed for her sake. “Oh. I’m really sorry, Jules.”

“It’s…” she sighed. “It’s okay. I can reapply next semester.”

You hugged her. 

“Oh hey, I almost forgot to tell you,” she said right as you were about to walk out of the door. “We decided not to move.”

Despite the news that one of your best friends was no longer in the music program, a smile lit up your face. “That’s great!” you said, pulling her in for another quick hug. Then you walked out the door, not wanting to be late to pick up Danny. 

-----

“Check it out, yeah we make ‘em say Wow!” Carrie bowed as her band, Dirty Candi, finished their dance number. You were at the spirit rally, saving a seat for Julie and Flynn, who were nowhere to be found. 

Suddenly Flynn plopped down beside you. 

“Oh hey, where were you?” you asked the girl.

She tried to blow a piece of hair out of her face, frowning slightly when it wouldn’t move. “I was in the band room. I wasn’t feeling very… spirt-y.” You both chuckled slightly. 

“Where’s Jules?” You looked around for the other girl, but couldn’t see her. 

As if in response to your question, music filled the gym as someone started to play the piano on the stage. You looked up to see Julie, alone on stage, with a spotlight on her. 

“Sometime’s I think I’m falling down, I wanna cry, I’m calling out, for one more try, to feel alive,” she sang, her voice echoing slightly as it filled the room. You smiled, happy she was singing again. 

Then suddenly, there were three boys on stage with her. 

“Whoa!” Flynn exclaimed.

“Where did those boys come from?” you asked in amazement. Julie seemed a little shocked that they were there too. One of them, the lead guitarist you guessed, started singing the second verse. 

“In times that I doubted myself, I felt like I needed some help,” he sang. 

“Whoa, he has a really good voice,” you said, your mouth hanging open slightly. 

You found yourself staring at him as the song went on. You could tell that he really enjoyed playing, and found yourself getting caught up in the music. 

“And rise, through the night, you and I, we will fight to shine together, bright forever!” Julie harmonized with the boys, finishing the song. You started clapping with the rest of the crowd that had gathered to watch, proud of your friend.

Then, as suddenly as they appeared, the boys were gone.  

[fredweesleyismyslut]

Why Can’t I Have Both? Spencer Reid x reader

A/N: I got bored and instead of doing Spanish homework guess what I’m doing?  You guessed it writing fanfic about Spencer Reid because he’s my baby and I literally love him.  Anyways, let me stop fangirling so you can enjoy.  Also, whoever’s reading this I love you and I hope you have a great day/night whatever the heck it is just know that it’s alright and it’ll be fine.  Now, bye because I seriously have to sleep so I can make my friend his birthday present.

You and the team had recently gotten back from a job as you set you things down at your desk.  As you were writing your paperwork, you noticed a couple of the early goers leaving Rossi and Spencer, currently your ex-boyfriend whom you were still friends with and still madly in love with.  Then, left Garcia, Emily, and JJ as they waved bye to you.  Last to leave was Derek who usually finished way after you, “Wow, you got somewhere to be, Derek?  You finished up so quickly I almost thought we had an imposter.  Give us back our chocolate thunderrrrr!” You jokingly shouted as you slapped his shoulder as he responded, “Yeah, Yeah.  Don’t get used to it, I’m meeting up with a couple of friends tonight.”  Nodding you waved your hand to him before going back to your paperwork.  Looking at the time, you stretched, joints popping as the air-popped from them.  Yawning you started to put things up, deciding that you would just finish it up in the morning and have JJ or Emily help you if needed.  Leaving the work you waved at a couple of the people before getting onto the elevator as your phone dinged, Hey, you finished yet?  The text read, from JJ, replying back you chuckled to yourself, Yeah, I finished most of it but I’m beat for tonight.  Why?  The reply came back almost instantaneously, Nothing just curious…  You read it again, “What does she mean?” you said to yourself out loud, before forgetting about it moments later as you got into your car to head home.  Once at your apartment, you pulled your keys out, unlocking the door as you heard the satisfying click, ready to toss everything onto the floor and pass out.  As the door opened, the lights turned on as you heard a simultaneous, “SURPRISE!”  Looking up, as you finally got over your shock you saw your team members, all with party hats on and a cake held by Penelope in the middle, as confetti fell in front of you.  Scanning the room you saw Spencer, as tears flooded your eyes.  Running out you ran to the elevator, trying to get the thing to hurry up. 

 As the elevator doors opened you heard footsteps behind you as the door to your apartment closed.  “Sorry, maybe we shouldn’t have done that, today’s case was pretty rough,”  said Spencer’s all too familiar voice.  A hand touched your shoulder as you quickly wiped your oncoming tears, “It’s not that…” you responded, voice raspy from trying to hold the tears and emotion that kept welling up, “I just wanted to have a quiet birthday this year...especially after we-we broke up.”  Looking up at him, your voice broke as you continued, shoulders shaking, “I-I can’t do this anymore Spence.”  His face contorted with confusion, “Do what?”  He fumbled with his hands slightly, clearly not sure what to do with them and how to comfort you.  “I still love you, you idiot.  I honestly don’t know how someone so smart can be so stupid sometimes.”  you laughed at yourself a little as you stared at the ground, picking at the skin of your nails, “I’m trying so, so hard to keep my feelings in check so you don’t feel uncomfortable and when you do things like this..” you waved your hands around, “it makes it so much harder to not love you.  Now each year for my birthday, all I’ll think about is this Spence, and you won’t be there.”  Finally cracking under the pressure you choked back a sob as the tears came rolling down your cheeks.  You watched as Spencer’s shoes came into view of your blurry vision, his finger swiped under your eye as he pulled you closer, “I will be here, y/n.  We all will.  We love you...I love you, y/n.”  He gently pulled your chin up to face his deep gaze, full of worry, “I’ll always be here for you.  I just...You know why we broke up, y/n.”  his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, “I don’t want to hold you back.  You want to work somewhere else and I don’t want to be the reason you stay at the BAU and not reach your dreams.”  Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes as he watched you sob harder, “But why can’t I have both, Spence?  I don’t want the job if it means I can’t be happy with you.”  You choked as you buried your face in his chest, “You think that you’re doing this because you care for me but in reality you just don’t want me to get hurt, worrying about you every night thinking maybe an unsub finally caught up to you guys.”  You hit his chest softly, “In reality, you’re just selfish, Spencer.  I don’t care if I have to stay up till 3am every night if it means I can sleep in the same bed as you as you tell me random things.  I don’t care about anything as long as it means I can hear your voice, your laugh, or see the face you make when you’re thinking about something.  As long as I can be with you every living moment, then I don’t care, Spence because I’m seriously in love with you.”  His grip tightened on your shoulders as the tears fell from his cheeks, he opened his mouth to say something but words didn’t come out as he looked you in the eyes and leaned closer, breath tickling your cheeks as he softly kissed your lips.  His lips were slightly chapped as they usually were because chapstick was the last thing on his mind and you usually reminded him.  His eyelashes fluttered as he met your gaze, “I-I love you, y/n y/l/n.  I’m seriously, deeply in love with you, and every moment I get to breathe in the same space as you is like heaven to me.”  His hand grazed your cheek as his thumb and forefinger pulled your chin up, “If you would, then I’d like to formally request to be your boyfriend, y/n.”  You smiled softly, as you kissed his cheek, “If that’s the case then you’ll have to give me a written request in MLA font with an intro and conclusion, Spence.  I’m going to need a whole ass contract so you don’t try to run away from me for my own good.”  He laughed as you linked your arm in his, “Let’s go enjoy my birthday.” 

Stopping at the door you looked at him, “Pull some shit like breaking up with me to not hold me back again and I’ll formally kick your ass, got it?” He nodded, kissing your forehead, promising “Never again.”  As you walked in “Whoo” ing sounds insured as Penelope shouted out, “Our favorite work couple is back together!  Guys, I’m so happy for you.”  “You guys heard everything?” you asked, as Emily came around with slices of cake, “Well...most of it if you mean from the part where you confessed your undying love for boy wonder here and till you walked in...then, yes we heard everything.”  You laughed at Penelope’s response as the team crowded around, all giving you hugs and birthday wishes.  “You really need to keep that one, Spencer, she’s a keeper,”  said David, to Spencer, before walking up to you and giving you a hug as well.  The night couldn’t have gotten any better as you chatted with your friends and what do you know, Spencer actually did write a 1,000-word essay with an intro and conclusion formally asking you to dinner that weekend, wouldn’t expect anything less from the boy genius.

[uglypastels]

To the Beat - Headcanons

(a/n) right, so here are just some headcanons/vague ideas of how i imagined the band play their songs. Either at the specific concert or in general in the future once they had grown more comfortable on stage and a bigger fanbase etc.

Also, I have no idea if this makes sense but I had all these ideas in my head that i needed to get out and on to “paper”, so i thought then why not just share it :) 

Read part 1 here <---> part 2 here

If you want any other hc about the band :) just send an ask. cause this might be my new favorite au and i would love to do some further world building lmao.

The Band setlist

headcanons below cut

MR BRIGHTSIDE (The Killers)

So, Harrison starts playing on the guitar, and then the drums follow after a few beats just like in the original. Harrison sings the first verse, but Harry comes in with the harmonies in the lines like “gotta gotta be down” and “How did I end up like this?” 

Then I feel like there could be more harmonies in the pre-chorus, but the chorus itself is sung by Haz, with Tom and Harry doing like matching back up vocals (ooohs and stuff like that). 

The second verse is sung by Harry, with harmonies done by Haz. Then at the line with the pre-echo of “(it was only a kiss) It was only a kiss” Tom is the one to say it. - 

(sidenote, i feel, like if they performed it more, he would get more confidence into and would start improvising shit that would totally not match the song and harry would either go along with it or just ignore him. Either way, funny shit.) 

Harry would sing most of the second pre-chorus, but the other two would join him in the last line “and taking control”. Then Harrison sings the final chorus. And Tom would do the echoes the song ends on (the repeated “I never”s) 

THE INVISIBLE MAN (Queen)

Harrison sings most of it, but like, really close to the microphone, so he doesn’t have to sing it very loudly. 

You just know Harry is having the time of his life during this song with the bass. Especially after the intro and there is that part of just bass and drums. Tom and Harry love it. 

(also Tom does the adlibs through the verses and he shouts something randoms, but not through the mic, just into the void lol we love our adlib king) 

Then during the chorus, Tom and Harry whisper-sing “I’m the invisible man” 

So the bridge is a bit more aggressive so Harry would sing that, headbanging like crazy when given the time. 

The guitar solo… honestly, I don’t know what to say about that without becoming a puddle. K byeee. 

Basically they would go all out and be super extra, making Freddie Mercuy proud. 

YOU OUGHTA KNOW (Alanis Morissette) 

So, this is Tom’s song. It starts off with a snare drum and he sings softly, but angry just like Alanis. And the rhythm just fits considering he would also have to drum. Then the second part of the verse, he gets louder. 

Haz and Harry do the pre-chorus in harmonies, with Tom shouting out the No in “To be open wide, no” Then the last two lines are for Harry (“ ‘til you died, until you died, but you’re still alive!”) and he shouts them out to transition into the chorus which he also sings. 

Then then the second verse is also sung by Tom. It basically follows the same formula as the first part. 

After the second chorus, there is that kind of echo which Haz sings. The bridge is Tom’s part again. Harry sings the last two choruses again but then the last “you, you, you oughta know” is sung much softer for the DRAMA. 

ARE YOU GONNA BE MY GIRL (Jet)

The cough. You know that one of them would do the cough. But never at the right moment though. 

This is another song that Harry loves to perform because its super bass… based, so he grabs at at the attention and gets super extra at the intro. Tom would just be vibing at the beat really. Then the guitar riff comes in and everyone just *swoons* and Harry comes in with the WhOO!

Harrison also goes all out, playing to the audience, but then for every line he would lean into the microphone, really close and then jump off it to the back, just to come back in at the next line. I don’t know how to describe but.. That. And he would change his tone where it fits so in the second line of “say you look so fine, that I really wanna make you mine” he would end it all husky probably. And he would most definitely try to spot someone hot in the crowd and sing the next line to them with a wink (Now you don't need the money/When you look like that, do ya honey?) and his voice would go all deep and oof yeah. Just sex all around for him, really.

Harry would finish off the pre-chorus and shout his way through the chorus like the energetic weirdo that he is (how he still has a voice at the end of it all is large mystery). 

Then the drum stops for Tom to catch a moment, not that he really needs it, and he says the “Are you gonna be my girl?” and then I die basically. 

And then after the second chorus, the guitar starts and Tom stands up to clap, letting the audience to follow. And (hopefully) they continue with it through the rest of the song.  

BREAK MY HEART (Dua Lipa, cover version of HEY LIFE)

The song would either start with a bass actually or a guitar that is a bit higher than the one in the playlist i set. They wouldn’t play it as metal-y. Harrison sings, holding on to that mic Harry is living his life with the bass. 

Then they all sing the first half of the pre-chorus in harmonies and it sounds amazing. The other half is for Harrison. 

The first few lines of the chorus “I would've stayed at home/'Cause I was doin' better alone/But when you said, "Hello"/I know that was the end of it all��� is like an acapella monotone singing… I don’t know music terms okay, deal it with <3 but then they repeat it with the instruments and harmonies. 

It all kind of repeats itself in the same formula, I think. Then there’s a bit of a solo at the end of the second??? chorus so that would go to Harrison. And the bridge they’d sing together again. And there are some like background lines?? That would probably be Harry :) why did I make him the loud chaotic one?? I have no idea but try and tell me that I’m wrong. He’d go through like 6 bottles of water cause ya boy’s gotta STAY HYDRATED

MISS YOU (The Rolling Stones) 

Right, so like in the fic, audience participation in the best way possible. They teach the crowd what to sing and how to sing it. So the ooohs and yadda yadda at the intro and through the rest of the song.  It has a fucking great beat too so everyone is just VIBING to it and it’s a party. Harrison is doing his best with his cursive™ singing lol. No one really understands what he’s saying but we’re here for it. Then Harry signs towards the crowd to sing and its loud and amazing and the connection!! 

Then later on tom and harry to the back up vocals again and it just sounds like two little angels. 

There is a part where it’s kind of slam poetry lol, about walking in central park or something (idk the song that well oops) anyway, that part is Harry’s. 

The saxophone solos are obviously changed into a guitar solo, or a bass, or drum, whichever guy is quicker each show. Then the crowd joins in again cause they can’t help it and that little ooooh/aaaah will be stuck in everyones head for the rest of the week (just like it happened to me after i went to the Rolling Stones concert, people were still singing it in the train on the way home and that is exactly the vibe we are going for here) 

WILDFLOWER (5 Seconds of Summer)

So it’s been established that these boys do nothing but exude sex through their entire performance and this song is no exception. They start of very sweet with the wild-wildflower but from their, straight into the sin bin. Harrison is singing

 (ngl i did base him a lot on Luke Hemmings in this fic so I just had to put in a 5SOS song- even though calum sings it but do not ruin this for me OKAY) 

In the meantime, Tom is clapping along, getting the crowd to do it, though he has to make sure the people actually stay in rhythm so it doesn’t fuck up the song. Then in the pre-chorus its Tom and Harry as back-up, still for Harrison to take the lead. Until the last sentence where its Harry coming in with the “I know where tonight is going!” 

But here’s the thing. The song goes “You're the only one who makes me- Every time we-” and then there’s the added “Tell you what I like” which Tom is SUPPOSED to sing, but as we have established, he’s a little shit and he loves to mess around, so he would shout out weird stuff out when he got the chance, but if he couldn’t think of it, then he’d at least take it to the stage to finish Haz’ sentence. So when he sings “You’re the only one who makes me-” Tom nicely finished is it and shouts “HARD” 

Also I think Harry would be bopping around with his bass to the drum, cause how can you not.  

SEVEN NATION ARMY (The White Stripes)

Right so here is Harrison, aka our cursive singing king, thriving. The first part of the song doesn’t even use guitar so he’s just at the microphone chilling, most definitely brushing his fingers through his hair, maybe rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. Does he need to do it? No, but who minds it? Exactly, nobody. 

But then when the guitar does finally start he is oFFFFF. Putting so much into it. 

Tom also most definitely goes far and beyond drumming to this. it’s a simple beat but he just drums with all his body. At the begining of every verse, where its just the bass drum, you can see him step on that fucking pedal. 

and then he adds on the other drum (idk terms, let me be) but he moves his head to each beat and he hits it fucking hard okay, so MUSCLE uhum uhum, yeah. 

And there’s another classic bassline in here so Harry is thriving like any time he gets to shine <3 

CALIFORNICATION (Red Hot Chili Peppers)

So this was a slower song to kind of level all the songs that had been super energetic. 

It’s simply the moment where all of them can relax a bit. maybe some of the audience will turn on their flashlights. Not that the song really needs that, but its fun, so why not. 

Harrison is at it again with the cursive, tho not as much here. He also plays around at the end of the verses, lengthening the notes and stuff. idk, making it fancy

They put in more distinct harmonies at the chorus “Dream of Californication” 

then there are the back up Ooooh’s in the other verses. love those. 

they might cut the song short, stopping before the last verse, just where its the soft guitar plating and they faded out and its time for another break :)

CHELSEA DAGGER (The Fratellis)

So they don’t actually play this song. It was something that came accidentally. They probably don’t even know the name of the song. But its just one of those things that everyone kinda knows. So during a break one of the 3 is fucking around on their instrument and the other two join in, still clueless, and suddenly its the crowd that does the dudududud’s and there ya go, Chelsea Dagger. Just a little quickie to get everyone pumped up again after a slower song. 

SEX ON FIRE (Kings of Leon)

Harrison’s cursive singing strikes again, but at this point we’re all living for it. It’s also the song where he’s a bit louder and gets up there together with Harry’s voice lol.

Then Tom sings the chorus, since this is all my self indulgence and I want him to sing the words “your sex is on fire” over and over again. sue me. 

But like, he tenses up when he sings, getting it in that right emotional range, and he’s still drumming and it’s all very very hot. 

maybe the light technicians set the lights on red or orange <3 

MISS ALISSA (Eagles of Death Metal) 

Here’s my idea: they all had a veto on picking one song each for the set list and the rest had to be voted on together 

(Harrison’s would be ---- and Tom’s would be You Oughta Know, cause he angsty like that sometimes). 

Harry picked this song simply because its fucking fast and it was a struggle for the other two lol. It’s basically just drums and guitar so Harry is singing and clapping, with his bass on his back, while tom is basically dying from this repeated beat, playing it nonstop for 3 minutes straight while his fucking brother is jumping around on stage.

 And the ‘you aint dancing’ at the end is definitely directed at Tom.

To which Tom would nicely respond with flipping his brother off :) 

RUBY (Kaiser Chief) 

My sweet baby angels they start with the tadata’s together 

And Harry sings the verse and the chorus, with Tom and Haz doing the back up vocals. 

Cause he sings the most of this song, he sometimes slacks with the bass, just letting it go all together, to hold on to the mic (or taking it with him and dancing around the stage during the chorus) 

and during the bridge he could very well bend down to sing to the audience directly 

so the people *swoon* once again 

and he would be deep in eye contact with someone for that bridge, just for the chorus to start again and he’d jump up and be all bouncy again. we love variety

in short, this concert would not be good for my heart 

STAR GIRL (McFly)

The only real reason why the chose this song is cause they’re 12 year old boys and the lines of the second verse made them laugh (there’s nothing on Earth that can save us, when i fell in love with Uranus) and i mean, who can blame them. But its also just a really fun song that the crowd can easily join into as well - gotta love the whoohoo-oooo’s . 

And speaking of, after the bridge and trumpet/in this case guitar solo, there’s a few counts of silence. You can bet that the audience misses it by like half a beat which the boys enjoy immensely. Sometimes they would even go out of their way to make the pause even longer to mess with people. 

But basically, the do end up loving this song, especially Tom and Harry. they have possibly argued about who sings which part, so they end up just switching through shows (tho Harry gets to do the bridge, since he has the loudest voice<3)

COME TOGETHER (The Beatles)

They specifically chose this song to finish the show off with. 

cause it really brings everyone together. 

they might sing it a bit differently though, maybe more like Aerosmith

(they tried Gary Clark Jr.’s version but they felt like they couldn’t do it as big as he did it)  

they definitely fool the crowd to when to sing Come Together or not, very anticlamactic and all but it won’t make anyone love them any less. 

but once they do sing it, Chilssss 

and they do each a verse, so first Harrison, then Harry, and finally Tom. and they all finish their own verse very dramatic in their own little ways. 

Harrison barely understandable, but very dramatic 

Harry basically screams it out 

and Tom is just SEX™ 

and then they finish the show off with extended solo’s and I cry again 

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Gateway Drug | Part Seventy-One

Sorry it's late, I ended up accidentally drugging myself when I got in from work last. I had a migraine and my mom gave me one her of Amitriptyline and I didn't realize it was going to knock me the fuck out for 12 fucking hours. I woke up earlier today and was so confused, work clothes still on, makeup still on, but my migraine went away so I guess it worked.

I told you guys a cut a part out (I'm saving it for another chapter) part of it was the preview for this chapter with the flashback of when Nikki came home after Viv and Duff were being nasty in his bed...anyway enjoy the chapter!

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"What?" I ask Fred, taking a few deep breaths and he raises his brows. 

"They just got here today, Viv, there's no way in hell that kid's biting the hand that's feeding him, over you, without there being a damn good reason." He states and I sigh, only causing him to nod his head. "That's what I thought. Does Sixx know?"

My eyes widen as I glare at him as if he's crazy. 

"Is Nikki acting like he knows?" I sarcastically say and Fred crosses his arms. "No." I add, deciding now is not the time for sarcasm. "No, Nikki doesn't know...I mean, we haven't been seeing each other, really. We've only hooked up one time." I try to reason.

"When?"

"When we went on break in September for a few days." I explain, fumbling with my fingers. 

"What, you got a hotel room or something?" He presses and I apparently give away what happened because his eyes are going to the size of saucers and he's raising his eyebrows. 

"Fred," I start.

"You fucked another man in Sixx's house?" He asks me in shock that I had the audacity to do such a thing. 

"He slept with Vanity in our house, so why not?" 

"Yes, because the way to put a fire out is to start a completely different fire!" He raises his voice. 

"Shh!" I put my hand over his mouth. "If anyone finds out about this, I'm done with, and so is Guns N' Roses." I hiss at him. 

"Highly doubt Duff's waking up after a night of plowing you like a field, thinking about his career, or else he wouldn't be sleeping with you in the first place." Fred says back quietly. "And you, what the fuck are you doing? Are you insane? If you get caught you're done for." 

"I know." 

"Then why're you letting it happen?" 

"I don't know, alright? I just…" I let out a breath and think for a moment. 

"Do you like, love him or something?"

"No, of course not." I insist. "Well, I love him, but not like in love with him." 

"Do you love Nikki?" 

"It doesn't matter if I do or not. We're over with once the tour is done." 

"You've both completely annihilated your vows, Vivian, I think it's safe to say you two have been over." He replies and I don't answer, ignoring that realization. 

I continued to ignore that realization until Nikki served me divorce papers once he got out of the hospital after he overdosed.

I try to hold back a laugh as Donna politely rejects Steven for the umpteenth time since he met her, and he pouts at me as she walks away.

“Viv, I’m going crazy.” He tells me. “I’m losing the charm, I think.”

“Oh, c’mon, Stevie, you aren’t losing the charm. Donna’s just a hard nut to crack because she and Emi have been put on a ‘don’t sleep with the opening band’ order.” I suggest and he maintains his let down facial expression. “And Emi and Mick are already a thing and catch hell for it, so Donna’s more than likely not wanting to be in the same predicament.”

“This is so unfair.” He crosses his arms.

“Just hook up with groupies.” I shrug.

“I’m trying but they’re all leftovers from what Tommy, Vince and Nikk--” He abruptly stops speaking and I raise my brows.

“What was that?” I ask him.

“Nothing…” He mumbles.

“I already thought Nikki was hooking up with groupies, but thank you for confirming it.”

“Well,” He starts, glancing around to make sure the coast is clear before he’s pointing out, “you’re hooking up with someone else, too, so does it matter?”

He’s got a valid point and I raise my brows, deciding I can’t argue with that.

“No.” I say quietly. “I suppose it doesn’t.”

The guys are getting off stage soon enough, being brought back down from hyperventilation before starting in for tonight’s plans.

“Strip club.” Tommy and Vince say simultaneously.

“Stevie, you comin’ with?” Tommy offers  and Steven glances at me as if asking for permission although I honestly don’t care if he hangs out with them or not.

I’m just waiting for Duff to finish up his conversation with Axl and Izzy in their dressing room.

“Mick, you wanna come?” Tommy asks next, resulting in Mick glancing at Emi.

She shakes her head a little bit, barely noticeable. Barely.

Nikki lets out a shiteating laugh and I prepare for what’s about to happen.

“Nikki, lay off--”

“--Tommy, you shouldn’t have asked. You know Mick can’t take his mouth away from Emi’s teat long enough to make his own big boy decisions.” Vince and Tommy laugh at Nikki’s words, while Mick just lets out a heavy sigh and looks down at the ground not wanting to argue.

“Okay, Nikki, seriously, stop.” I state, glaring at him.

“Okay, Vivian, seriously, mind your own fucking business and stop being such a--”

“--Hey, everybody shut it.” Fred pops his head in, hearing an argument about to start. “Guns is riding back to the hotel with us, their ride has a flat.” He adds.

"Whoo!" Steven cheers, high-fiving Tommy.

I slip past Fred to see Axl and Duff waiting for us to get ready to go.

"Where's Slash?" I ask them, furrowing my brows a little. 

He's soon enough stumbling from the bathroom, wiping vomit from his mouth, causing me to wrinkle my nose as he mutters, "I'm right here." 

Slash was Nikki's trouble-buddy on the tour. They'd stay at the hotel bar until it closed nearly every night before hitting the town. Most of the time Tommy and Steven would tag along or split and go do something else of their own. 

Axl never really bonded with the guys as much as Izzy, Duff, Slash, and Stevie did, but everyone got along and considered each other good friends. 

Crazy how things would take a turn a couple years later.

We all wait patiently to file into the bus one by one and, of course, Vince and Tommy have girls with them while Nikki seems satisfied by just having a conversation with Slash and Izzy.

I catch myself looking for Tansy and Sparkie...until I remember they left to go score. 

All is well until Mick says something to Emi and she giggles like a school girl with a crush, and I can see Nikki's face getting red with anger as she's about to step ahead of Mick onto the bus. 

Nikki's plucking Slash's Jack bottle from his hand and pours the whiskey down Emi's jacket. 

She gasps, stopping in her tracks, horror on her face as she turns around to face him. 

"Nikki, what the hell is wrong with you?!" I demand. 

"Oops." Nikki slickly smirks, handing the now empty bottle back to Slash, who--like everyone else--is at a loss for words as Nikki cuts in line and gets on the bus before Emi can recover. 

I look at Duff, trying not to get overwhelmed with anger. 

He shrugs his jacket off, preparing to offer it to Emi so she doesn't have to wear her wet jacket. 

"Here, you can borrow mine." He tells her and she looks at him a second, tears in her eyes as Tommy, Vince, and their groupies walk around her to get inside. 

"Thanks." She mumbles, taking her wet jacket off and slipping on Duff's warm, dry one. 

"That wasn't cool." Steven mumbles about Nikki when we get on the bus, seeing him and Tommy laughing obnoxiously while Emi and Mick sit as far away as possible. 

I'm about to plop down beside Steven when I see Nikki whisper something to Tommy a couple seats ahead of us.

He smiles deviously at whatever Nikki just told him, before he's drinking a gulp of Jack and keeping it in his mouth, only to stand up, walk to the back seats, and spit it on Emi and Mick.

Nikki ruptures into sick laughter with Tommy, and I've had enough. 

I glance down at Steven's skull ring and take advantage of him not paying attention, to take it off of him, quickly. 

"Viv, what're you--"

I don't give him the time to finish his question before I've got the ring on, and I'm standing up as Tommy comes back by, punching him--his skin splitting where the heavy ring made contact.

I can tell he’s seeing red, I don’t help much when I sarcastically add, “oops.”

Everyone’s struggling to get as apart before he can slap me, Steven letting out a high-pitched scream when Tommy tries to bombard over him to get to me after Stevie pushes me on the other side of him.

Duff and Nikki get Tommy off of me and Steven, a trail of blood running down my friend’s cheek.

“Get her off my fucking bus!” Tommy demands at Fred once he comes back here to settle everyone off while Doc is behind the wheel.

“I wish someone would try to kick me off.” I threaten, knowing they wouldn’t get my ass off the bus without getting mauled first.

“Why the fuck can’t you take a fucking joke without being a fucking psychopath?!” Tommy asks me, yelling.

“You spitting a drink on them isn’t a fucking joke, just like Nikki pouring alcohol all over her isn’t a fucking joke!” I hiss back.

“If it bothered her, she would fucking speak up, Vivian, you’re not Jesus--stop trying to save everybody!” He sneers.

“She can’t speak up for herself because you assholes would try to fucking fire her!”

“And that’s none of your business if we did!”

“Both of you, shut the fuck up and calm do--”

“--I’m not calming down until you get that crazy bitch off this fucking bus.” Tommy interrupts Fred.

“Tommy, we’re not kicking her off the bus, now sit down!” Fred insists.

“You don’t have to kick me out, I’m gone.” I state, grabbing my purse, stepping over Steven’s legs to get in the aisle.

“Vivian, sit down!” Nikki orders me where he’s now standing, and I scoff in his face and shove past him.

“Vivian, please, don’t go anywhere.” Fred pleads, tired, and just wanting everyone to behave.

“I’d rather burn for an eternity than spend another minute on this bus with such sad, disgusting, strung out, drunk, bitter people!” I shout, walking to the door.

I hear several steps behind me, and I think it’s Nikki and Fred stomping after me, but I turn to see Axl, Izzy, Duff, and Steven following after me.

Slash is already passed out, oblivious to what’s been happening.

“K.” I say to Doc as he glances at me and sighs out. “Can you stop the bus and open this door?”

I thought we would get off that bus and walk to the hotel in peace, but turns out I left one fight and got into another one.

“You didn’t have to follow me, Axl, alright? I didn’t ask you to so there was no reason for you to come out here with me!” I tell him after he makes a comment about me getting them in trouble, possibly.

“No, I didn’t have to, but you’re my friend and I didn’t want you to be out here by yourself, even though you wouldn’t have to be if you would have just taken a breath and let it go instead of starting a fight, as usual!”

“We’re in Alabama, Axl! It’s not like I’m gonna get kidnapped--nobody wants to fuck me down here because I’m not related to any of them!”

“Both of you are overreacting! Vivian, you shouldn’t have punched Tommy but I understand why you did! Axl, we’re not gonna get in trouble or kicked off the tour for making sure Nikki’s wife doesn’t get snatched up! Now, can we please go to the hotel so I can get ready and go out and get some chicks of my own because I’m tired of sloppy seconds!” Steven outbursts.

Me and Axl look at each other, knowing we’re arguing over something deeper than just him getting off the bus for me.

"Axl, this is not what it looks like, alright?” Duff camly says as we get covered up.

“Not what it looks like?! Do you think I’m fucking blind, Duff, what the fuck are you thinking?! Oh, wait, sorry, you’re not!” He explodes, his face bright red.

“Axl, can you please just let us explai--”

“--You shut up, Viv! I don’t wanna hear another damn thing from you because you just proved to me you could give a fuck about our band.” He points at me. “And what you--all of us--have busted our fucking balls for is about to be completely undone over some fucking pussy?! Are you fucking me right now?!” He says to Duff.

“It’s not just ‘some pussy’, Axl.” Duff states, getting defensive.

“I swear to fucking God, Duff, if you say ‘I love her’ I’m going to--”

“--I do love her.” Duff interrupts him, and Axl’s throwing one of his rings at the wall, causing it to hit a decorative painting, breaking the glass in the photo frame, causing me to jolt a little.

“Axl, c’mon, now it could be worse.” Izzy steps into the room, sitting down on the bed next to us, rubbing his forehead.

“Could be worse? These guys--her fucking husband, Nikki Sixx, yeah, you fucking remember him--are giving us a fucking shot on this tour. And the first fucking night in…” He trails off, at a loss for words, clenching his jaw and rubbing at his face.

“It wasn’t just tonight.” I start, waiting for Axl to look at me as Duff lets out a ragged breath, waiting for Axl to scream again. “It happened back in September, too.”

“You sound awfully proud of that, Viv, you really do. Cheating on Nikki--”

“--He cheated first, Axl. And then you all hid it from me.” I snap.

“I don’t care if you fucking cheat back, Vivian, but out of all the fucking people there is to get your revenge fuck in with, you choose somebody in our band--who’s friends with the band Nikki’s in. That’s what I don’t fucking like. But hey, if you wanna go down as the whore who wrecked Guns N’ Roses’ shot, then go ahead, but if we get kicked off this tour because of you, Nikki will be the least of your worries.”

“You don’t know what I’ve been through, Axl, you don’t know the living hell I’ve been enduring for three years of my relationship, you don’t know.”

“That’s not my fault when you could’ve left him then. But you stayed and now you’re putting our necks at risk just so you can get your fucking rocks off.”

“He and I are getting divorced anyway so what the hell does it matter?”

“It’s my fucking band!” He insists. “It’s our fucking career, our fucking music, our fucking dream, all on the line over you! And if Nikki finds out, he’s not gonna be going through the technicalities of ‘well, we’re getting divorced anyway so it doesn’t matter’, he’s just gonna think of his wife getting screwed by one of his friends whose band he’s given a chance! That’s why it fucking matters!”

“Hey, this isn’t her fault, man, alright?!” Duff jumps in. “If you wanna blame someone, blame me, it’s my fault anyway! I’m the one who told her how I felt about her when she was vulnerable and shit happened!”

“Fine.” Axl says, exhaling.

“Sorry for fighting.” I mumble.

We finally get back to the hotel in an hour, managing to dodge seeing any of the guys, Fred, or Doc when we get in.

Once Duff and I are back in his room, he’s getting out of my shower while I'm aimlessly flipping through TV channels, trying to find something to watch. 

"Hey, Viv?" I hear him call and I put the remote down and step to him, leaning against the bathroom door, nothing but a towel wrapped around his hips. 

"What's up?" I ask and he looks at me. 

"I forgot my hairbrush." He tells me and I smile a little before stepping to my suitcase to grab mine while he finishes drying off and pulls his boxer shorts on, stepping into the room. "Thanks." He says when I hand it to him and he roughly goes through the strands of his hair, making me cringe. 

"Don't be so mean to your hair, Duff, geez." I comment, taking the brush from him, sitting on the bed. "C'mere." I motion him over and he playfully rolls his eyes and sits in front of me while I stand on my knees at his back and gently brush through his bleached tresses. "You need to start using more conditioner." I tell him.

"That's what Stevie tells me when he sees me struggling with it." He informs me with a chuckle. 

When I'm done, I'm putting my brush back in my bag and getting into bed, under the covers. 

"I'm sorry if this is a let down but I'm too tired to finish what we started earlier." I admit to him as he gets into bed with me and shuts the light off. 

"Tell me about it." He replies, his hand gently playing with the red strands of my hair strewn across my pillow. "And it's not a let down. Just laying in the same bed as you is well over good enough." He assures me and I look at him, smiling. 

I scoot a little closer to him, my arm wrapping around his waist, my lips kissing at his for a brief second as his arm snakes around me. 

"Goodnight, Duff." I say quietly. 

"G'night, Viv." He tells me, and for the first time in months, I sleep through the night, completely. 

I sleep through the entire day, waking up to the feeling of lips kissing up my neck, Duff’s soft hair brushing against my skin and I hum.

“What time is it?” I ask him, stretching, smiling softly as he kisses at my cheek next.

“Five o’clock.” He replies, moving to get off of me, but I wrap my legs around his hips and stop him.

“What time do we have to leave here for the show?”

“It’s an off day, remember?” He reminds me and I raise a brow.

“Oh, it is. I forgot.” I admit.

“Well, you have been asleep the whole day, so.” He brushes some of my hair from my face.

“Wanna get some room service tonight?” I offer. 

"Me and the guys were gonna hangout tonight." He explains. "But Steven already said I needed to bring you." He adds. "So if you wanna come, you can."

"Okay." I nod, rubbing my lips together. "Have you seen Nikki today?"

"He and Tommy were by the pool with Tansy and Sparkie earlier." 

"Is Tommy's cheek okay?"

"It's bruised, but I don't think it'll scar where Steven's ring got him." 

"Ughh, I'm gonna have to apologize to him for that." I mumble, looking at the ceiling. "I just wish him and Nikki would just leave Emi and Mick alone. I mean, you can't help who you like, you know?" 

"Talk to Nikki and Tommy about it." Duff suggests. 

"They'll laugh in my face if I say, 'you can't help who you like'." I state. 

"...Yeah, maybe don't say anything." He agrees after thinking on it for a moment. 

"Yeah." I giggle, kissing his cheek. "Alright, you're free." I release my legs from his waist so he can get up. "I gotta shower and get ready and I'll meet you guys. Who's room do I need to go to?"

"Probably Stevie's." He tells me, getting up. 

"Okay, I'll see you in a few minutes." I reply, getting out of bed and heading to the bathroom. 

He stops me before I can close the bathroom door, about to kiss me. 

"Babe, my breath." I lean back to avoid embarrassment. 

"I don't care." He states, pressing his lips to mine chastely. "See you in a few." He says before walking out. 

Once I get a shower and get clothes on, skipping out on doing my hair and makeup because these guys saw me look like hell for weeks when Nikki and I took those couple months apart, before I head down to Steven's room. 

When I go to knock on the door, it's cracked open already, and I peek inside to see he and the guys are nowhere around. 

"Oh-kay." I mumble, stepping inside to see if there's any sign they'll be back, like room keys, or shoes, or jackets. 

Nothing. 

I turn on my heel and head to the door when something appealing catches my eye. 

A ziplock of brownies. 

My stomach growls, and I realize I haven't eaten since breakfast yesterday morning. 

"Just one won't hurt anything." I say to myself. 

Fifteen minutes and five brownies later, I'm not even hungry for actual dinner. 

I put the bag back where I got it and head downstairs to see Steven, Axl, Izzy, Duff, Slash, Nikki and Tommy at the bar. 

I don't give Tommy or Nikki a second glance before sitting next to Steven and Duff. 

"You drinking?" Izzy asks me, amused I'm sitting at the "big boy" table. 

"No." I reply. 

"You want food?" Duff asks me.

"Nah, I'm full on brownies." I explain and Slash and Steven suddenly stop dead in their tracks, mid-drink, before looking down the bar at each other, and then to me. 

"On what?" Slash asks me, cautiously. 

"She said, 'brownies'." Axl tells him. 

"Oh...from where?" Steven asks me and I furrow my brows. 

"Your room, why?" 

"Oh, okay...um, hey, I think I forgot my rubbers in my room." Steven gets off the barstool. "Slash, you wanna come with me?" 

"Nah, man, I'm--" Steven's pulling him off the stool by the back of his jacket, the two of them walking quickly to the elevator. 

Me and Duff exchange glances and follow after them, Duff's hand keeping the elevator doors from closing at the last second. 

Steven looks pained when we step in with them, eyeing the two of them. 

"What's going on?" Duff asks them, casually, wanting to get to the bottom of it. 

"Nothing." Stevie denies, shaking his head a little. 

"Steven, be honest." I add and he shrugs. 

"Nothing's going on." He says, matter-of-fact.

"Stevie--"

I'm cut off when the doors open on our floor and Steven takes off to his room, getting the door unlocked, heading to the bag of brownies with Slash on his heels. 

"Steven, what's wrong?" I ask when me and Duff catch up. 

"Oh, no." He lets out, slightly panicked. "Oh, no, no. Not good. Oh, God. Oh, I'm gonna be sick." He runs his fingers through this blonde hair. 

"Steven, what is it?" Duff asks him next. 

"She ate, like, five!" Steven explains. 

"I can get you some more brownies, Steven, it's okay." I chuckle. 

Duff looks at the brownies, then and Slash and Steven, then back at the brownies, then at me, then back at the brownies…

"Were these…? Duff asks them, raising his brows. 

"Uh huh." Steven winces out and Duff's eyes widen. 

"A-And she ate five?" 

"Yeah." 

"How much was in them?" 

"Well...there was like ten in each brownie and she had five so--"

"--You gave her fifty milligrams of weed brownies?!" 

"Of what?!" I ask.

"I didn't give them to her, she ate them herself!" Steven points out. 

"Oh, no." I say aloud.

"Oh, no" was right.

[sebastianshaw]

RP Memes from Rush Hour & Rush Hour 2

"Why you ain't tell me about the bridge?"

"Wipe yourself off, man. You dead."

"The drop will be made tonight. The amount will be fifty million dollars."

"Fifty million dollars? Man, who do you think you kidnapped? Chelsea Clinton?!"

"Do you understand the words that are coming out my mouth?"

"I'll hit you so hard you'll end up in the Ming Dynasty."

"It ain't 'you all', it's "y'all"!"

"It would take me all day to kiss your fat ass."

"We've must be a misunderstanding, 'cause I was sent down here for the big case for the kidnapping of the little girl."

"He *is* the situation."

"You destroyed half a city block!"

"Hey, don't talk about my father."

"That's why I don't have no partner, that's one thing I learned from my daddy."

"Man, just sit there and shut up! This ain't no democracy."

" I'm the president, I'm the emperor, I'm the king. I'm Michael Jackson, you Tito. Your ass belongs to me."

"My own mama's ashamed of me. She tells everybody I'm a drug dealer."

"You don't know nothing about no war."

"Everybody knows war."

"They don't give a damn about you! They don't like you! I don't like you!"

"The girl don't like you! Nobody likes you!"

"The Beach Boys are great American music."

"I like to let people talk who like to talk. It lets me find out how full of shit they are."

"Well, didn't I give you the bigger half?"

" ...which one of y'all kicked me?"

"Fifteen hours? What are we gonna do for fifteen hours?"

"I should take your ass to jail, you know that?"

"You got a prescription for this?"

"You better have glaucoma."

"Whoo! You know he dead."

"Man when I get up in there I'm slappin' somebody."

"You serious? I don't know what to say. It's like a dream come true."

"I ain't gonna kill you this time. I'm just gonna kick your ass!"

" Did you hear what I just said? Get your shit and go out the door!"

" I didn't know you spoke Chinese."

" I never told you I didn't, you just assumed I didn't."

"I can't hold anymore! I'm slipping!"

" Every now and then we have to let the general public know that we can still blow shit up."

"You know that other stuff but you don't know his name? "

" You said your father is a legend."

"You believe your father wasted his life, that he died for nothing?"

"Don't come up here in my place of business and scaring me like that, god damn."

" I need to know who this guy is runnin' 'round town buying up all these explosives and weapons."

"God damn, don't nobody know his name."

"Push the goddamn button!"

" I'm gonna kick your ass and then I'll take your ass to jail."

"I'm gonna make you mayor."

"Get rid of this guy, he's gonna get you killed."

"America is a very friendly place."

"Stupid fool, get the hell out of my way!"

"Well, even if I said anything, who would want the bullshit job?"

"What you did was dangerous, and completely against policy, not only that...you did a good job."

"No disrespect, sir, but he's only gonna get in my way. If I'm gonna handle the situation for you, I'm gonna have to work alone."

" You ain't the only one with quick hands now, right?"

" What is this shit about your daughter?"

" I'm gonna pretend you a man. A very beautiful man with a great body that I'd like to take to the movies."

"You know, we could have been a good couple. We could have had something special. But you one crazy-ass bitch!"

"Why didn't you tell me you had a bomb in your mouth?"

"They will torture us for three days."

"They will cut off our eggrolls."

"Behind every big crime there's a rich white man waiting for his cut."

"You invited them to get naked and sacrifice a small goat."

"We both know you wouldn't take a bullet for someone else."

"Just follow my lead. Act like a tourist."

"I can't believe I flew 10,000 miles for this shit!"

"I'm tall, dark and handsome, and you're third world ugly."

"I don't like my chickens alive, I like 'em dead and deep fried."

"I always dreamed of going to Madison Square Gardens, see the Knicks play."

"I could use another vacation."

"Man, I'm up here working, putting my life on the line, and you up here messing around, dancing with some bimbo...does she have a friend?"

"I'll meet you at the bar in ten minutes. They don't like tourists in here, so try to blend in."

"He never begged for his life. Or tried to make a deal."

"If you ain't gonna shoot him, kung fu his ass or something!"

"Who put their hand on my butt? Do it again."

"Look at that rat!"

"I'm not the one running up in massage parlors looking for crime lords."

"I'll be remembered for getting rid of you."

"I want to slice those pretty lips right off her face."

"I'd put that knife away, bitch, before you have an accident."

"Wipe yourself off, you're bleeding."

"Snoopy is like six inches taller than you."

"I love Snoopy."

"It was a cowboy hat, and now it's a pith helmet."

"Nothing touches this body but pure silk."

"There are a lot of men chasing us."

"Some people think it's tacky, but I like it when couples dress alike."

"Let's put a dead animal on you."

"He likes you."

"I'm not shopping with you no more."

[ice-cream-nekogirl]

lights will guide you home (Tokoyami Fumikage X Reader) PART 2

PART 2 to: https://ice-cream-kitsunegirl.tumblr.com/post/189811426209/lights-will-guide-you-home-tokoyami-fumikage-x

WHOO! Another part done in a day! I was going to put this in the first part but... ultimately decided to just cut it in two since it wasn’t quite done yet... and the first half felt more complete enough to be a chapter...

And yes... I alluded to a moment in American Horror Story because I’m soooooooo original lol JK JK but I couldn’t resist XD 

Taglist: @shimy-deko​, @teerama​

Summary: Your classmates haven’t found you yet, and Tokoyami fears that the worst has happened. 

The damage is done The police are coming too slow now I would have died I would have loved you all my life...

You're losing your memory now You're losing your memory now You're losing your memory now You're losing your memory, now…

‘Losing Your Memory’ Ryan Star

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hFpFZxvi3Qs

“Flesh, flesh, sweet soft flesh!!”

“(L/N)!!”

“I’ll… KILL YOU…!!”

“STAY AWAY… FROM ME… YOU’LL DIE!!”

“(L/N)!! Look out!!”  

“(L/N)!!!”

So many voices were echoing in your aching head that you couldn’t even recognize as minutes felt like hours for you.

Who were those people? What were those voices? You thought as you slowly blinked your eyes open as the high-pitched ringing in your ears drowned out the voices you previously heard. It was exhausting just opening your eyes as you inhaled quietly and exhaled, but then you began to wonder.

‘Where… Where am I…?’

You thought as you suddenly grunted and groaned in pain when a sudden wave of agony hit you and made you cringe when you even attempted to try and get up. There was something warm seeping down your back and down your belly and yet you didn’t even realize it, all you knew is that you were in so much pain...

But where the hell were you? It was dark, so dark as you blinked and saw nothing but dimness in this… forest? What the fuck were you doing in a forest? It was all so overwhelming that you started to tremble and hyperventilate as your first instinct was to get up so you could get out of here.

‘I gotta… no… no what this is place…? This… no… I… I gotta get out of here…’

Stumbling, you shakily got back up on your feet but nearly fell back to your knees as a haze clouded your brain and made it hard for you to comprehend anything that might have been going on as you didn’t smell the burning smoke or even hear the distant shouting.

Your classmates, Izuku, Shouji and Bakugou, you forgot they existed. They were nothing but shadowy figures in your brain as you could only try to stay standing and see if you could get out of here.

You forgot that Tokoyami existed and that it was Dark Shadow responsible for the deep slashes across your back and your stomach as you winced with every step you took. Warm fluid flowing in scarlet rivulets down your torso, staining your shirt that you couldn’t care to acknowledge.

What happened? Why was this happening? How did you get here? No, you weren’t supposed to be in this place, you needed to go home…

Was all you could think as you slowly and clumsily walked away from this place, wherever it was in a confused daze as you looked around frantically for anyone that might be able to help you find your way out.

“HEY! Stop right there young hero! Keep going! You’re almost there!”

A voice made you gasp in shock as you saw a man, dressed like Deadpool? Was he a cosplayer or something? You had no idea but you somewhat desperately walked over to him, “E-Excuse me… b-but w-where am I? I-I think I’m… lost… d-do you um… k-know where I can get out of here…?” You asked him politely, shakily as you couldn’t stop your body from trembling and involuntarily brought a hand up to clutch at your bleeding stomach when the pain started to slowly become more apparent.

“Ooh! That looks ugly! Ah you can barely see it!” He exclaimed in regards to your wound, “And I came from that way! You’ll find a street that takes you to the next town! It’s the wrong way!” His words were confusing you even more but he wasn’t hurting you and didn’t seem to consider the fact that he was SUPPOSED to capture you as you nodded slowly.

“T-Thank you sir…” You shyly stammered as you quickly tried to get away as fast as you could to leave this place, “No problem! Shouldn’t you come with me?!”

He was strange but you had to go, you needed to get out of here that’s all you knew, and you didn’t even know that the man actually had enough sympathy to let you go because he was starting to think that maybe you were just someone who got lost and hurt instead of one of the young heroes…

You had no idea that you were standing in the face of a villain, or the fact that the villain let you go under the belief that you weren’t a student.

Oh my God you were going to be late for dinner tonight at home, you almost wondered if your mom was going to be upset. Or worried, probably worried.

This was so weird, you had no idea where you were at you needed to go home fast, you kept telling yourself that.

Meanwhile…

The pro-heroes arrived too late. The police arrived too late.

The villains were successful in kidnapping Bakugou. Had it not been for Aoyama they would have ended up taking Tokoyami too.

Yet all he, Izuku and Shouji could think about aside from losing their classmate was the fact that another classmate was gone and they couldn’t find you. Although Dark Shadow did manage to defeat and maim the villain ‘Moonfish’ as he was named, there was no sign of you and you didn’t reappear after getting attacked.

Todoroki and Bakugou got Dark Shadow to calm down and put an end to his rage, but you were gone and none of the boys could find you. Shouji couldn’t hear you nor could he detect any noises in the distance because there were too many villains and scattered classmates about for him to tell which one could have been you.

The boys, but especially Tokoyami, were extremely reluctant to tell Aizawa that while one their classmates and his students got kidnapped, that one of them was missing, and it wasn’t even the villains fault. Shouji and Izuku didn’t pin any blame at all on Tokoyami, but Tokoyami himself did.

“It was… it was my fault… I lost control and she…” His voice was cracking but didn’t dare show his tears to his teacher when he took all the responsibility for your disappearance. However, the man couldn’t really let him do that to himself when this wasn’t anyone’s fault.

“Your quirk still needs control. But this was a situation beyond anyone’s control.” Aizawa didn’t disagree that Tokoyami lost control, but he was still only a boy who didn’t have complete control over such a powerful quirk, and this was a situation that neither of them was prepared for so he didn’t blame him.

“B-But I-.”

“No buts. There’s going to be a search party for (L/N) and Bakugou. None of the pro-heroes will leave any stone unturned, not until we find them both. In the meantime, we’re all taking you back home.” His teacher shut down anymore attempts he could make to blame himself as he made the raven go back to his classmates and inspect them for any injuries. Of course, several of them had gotten hurt, and Jirou and Hagakure had to be hospitalized due to the poisonous gas from one of the younger villains.

Everyone had to be sent home except for Jirou, Hagakure, Yaoyorozu and Midoriya, whose injuries needed to be tended to in a hospital. But everyone else was allowed to return home to their families due to their Summer Training Trip being cut short.

Tokoyami could barely sleep that night, in fact, he didn’t sleep at all as he retreated to his room after his parents asked him if he was okay. He wasn’t a liar, but tonight he had to because he couldn’t bear telling his parents that he killed his own classmate because he lost control of his horrible quirk.

He couldn’t tell them that it was all his fault that one classmate was missing and probably dead. He could barely even breathe knowing that fact as he sunk to the floor of his room and grit his teeth when a wave of shame crashed over him and brought him down to his knees.

Shallow breaths hitching as he choked on the sob that had been caught in his throat the second he told Aizawa what happened and he’d been holding it all back until now. His tears dripped from his shut eyes and hit the soft ground of his room as he quietly cried.

He had no idea where you were, no idea if you were still out in the forest, no idea if you were even still alive and it terrified him.

You were gone and it was all his fault…

The last thing he would ever see from you was the look of horror and betrayal in your eyes before Dark Shadow attacked you and threw you deep into that forest. The last thing you would ever see from him was the monster that was his quirk, killing you…

He killed you…

“Fumikage… Mr. Aizawa said that they were going to look for her…” Dark Shadow telepathically and softly spoke to his distraught master, but Tokoyami wasn’t having it. He wasn’t going to listen to him anymore after what he’s done. The shadow’s done some bad things but after all of those things he’s done, he finally crossed the line.

“Fumikage…?”

“Fumikage… come on, I’m… I’m sorry that I-“

“I don’t care if you’re sorry!” After ignoring his shadow ever since Todoroki and Bakugou made him stop, he finally answered to him but he wished that he didn’t.

“B-But I…” Dark Shadow was clearly guilty as he had tears in his now yellow eyes, but Tokoyami didn’t feel sorry for him. “I really am… s-sorry…” He couldn’t believe what he did, he didn’t want to hurt you but he was so angry, so fueled by all the fury and everything else that his host felt in the moment that he just lashed out and tore through everything in his path.

But Todoroki and Bakugou flashed their light on him, only then did he realize what he had done.

He hurt you…

He saw you flying and he knocked you out of the wind…

“If you were sorry you wouldn’t have done what you did…” Tokoyami spoke to him coldly, it wasn’t the first time he’s been pissed off at his shadow before, but this time he was just disappointed with him. He hated him.

“I-I know but…” His shadow sadly whimpered and tried to tell him how sorry he was but Tokoyami shook his head, “I don’t want to hear it anymore! And I don’t want to hear you anymore!” The raven didn’t even think, he just shouted at his quirk when he couldn’t take his apologies anymore. Sorry wasn’t going to bring you back after all.

“B-But Fumi…”

“No more! Just be quiet! Be quiet and don’t speak to me!” He shouted at him one last time as he got up on his knees and turned all the lights on in his room to make his shadow go away, and he held his tongue so he would keep to his word and no longer to speak to his shadow. After what they did to you, this was a deserved punishment.

Dark Shadow gave a low sniffle and quickly retreated when the sudden brightness of the light stung. Tokoyami was really mad at him now, and at the moment he felt like he deserved it now that you were gone because he couldn’t control himself.

“Okay then…” Was the last thing Dark Shadow mumbled as he stood within his host and remained dormant inside.

As he could no longer hear his shadow, Tokoyami already felt the twinge of guilt as he shakily sighed. It’s not like it was completely Dark Shadow’s fault that was simply in his nature, but still, Tokoyami couldn’t help but blame him.

However, he also blamed mostly himself. If anyone was the real villain tonight, it was him.

He hurt someone good, someone beautiful, someone who had never done anything to anybody. A hero in training with a good quirk that did nothing but bring light and good to this already bleak world. You were gone, and it was all his fault. He killed you. He killed someone he grew to love…

It was all too much for Tokoyami to bear as he stumbled and fell to his bed, eyes shut as he did his best to hold his tears back, even though he could still hear Dark Shadow weeping inside him. His quirk was crying…

And it was because of him, and because he felt terrible for hurting someone he grew to really love too. He wanted to be mad at Dark Shadow, he really did, and he was, so he couldn’t just comfort him. Not when he was just upset, but he couldn’t bear to listen to him cry when he was on the verge of a breakdown himself.

The raven clenched his fists as the crying grew louder, hands flying to his ears in a vain attempt to block it out. It wasn’t working…

So he lied down on his, head on his pillow as he quickly grabbed his headphones to place over his ears, Dark Shadow’s cries already somewhat muffled and yet Tokoyami could still hear him. As fast as he could he hooked it to his phone to listen to his music on full blast to drown out his shadow.

Three Days Grace.

He put the volume up high so all he could hear was Adam Gontier screaming ‘PAIN!’ in his ears loud enough for him to finally no longer hear Dark Shadow’s crying. As Tokoyami listened to the music on full-blast he didn’t hear anything anymore, not even his own sobs as he quietly broke down on his bed. Unable to stop the warm tears streaming down his feather cheeks and unable to hear himself and Dark Shadow cry.

Tokoyami didn’t even read the time on his phone, and didn’t even care that the lights were still on. He kept them on, he wasn’t going to give his shadow anything after what he’s done, and he wasn’t going to let himself have anything else after everything he had done too.

Not after what he did to you. Yet still your vision, your smile, your laughter haunted him in his dreams as he quietly cried himself to a fitful sleep.

The room might have been bright, but his heart had no light in it right now.

8 HOURS LATER…

You had no idea how long it had been since you asked for directions from that strange man a while back. All you knew is that you needed so badly to get out of here as you kept going, even though everywhere you went there was just trees…

Trees that looked… so familiar, and yet so eerie as you walked with your arms around yourself as your blood started to dry but some was still dripping down your skin.

“I gotta go home…”

A man with blades for teeth dressed in black had cackled…

“I gotta go home…”

A six-armed figure swooped in to catch you when you saw yourself fall…

“I gotta go home…”

A boy trapped in this storm of darkness cried out as he tried so hard to escape from it…

“I gotta go home now…”

The memories were so distant that they weren’t coming to you, you just repeated the mantra over and over again because it was all that made sense to you as you lost your sense of time and didn’t even notice that dawn had arrived and the fact that you were still the sea of forests and not out of the woods yet.

Your feet, your legs, your back, your stomach, your shoulder. How they ached with every step you took, and your stomach, was it still bleeding? It didn’t feel right, no it didn’t feel right at all as you gasped when you started to finally notice…

When did you get stabbed? When did those wounds appear? Where did you get them?

“No, no, no…”

You didn’t want to acknowledge how much pain you were in; you didn’t want to think about it and you didn’t want to see anything that was creeping into your mind as you brought your hands to your head and shook it.

And you gasped when you finally saw what looked like the end of this sea-like forest and quickly sped up with a desperate whine. As you looked at the trees and the arriving dawn lighting up the darkness, an image flashed into your brain, a memory of you flying in the air and you saw sharp blades piercing through the wind and a pair of big, bright, furious red eyes glaring right at you and roaring at you.

It was a monster…

Terrified, you tried desperately to fly away, but the dark, shadowy claw slashed at your back and clawed at your stomach as you let out a scream…

It hurt so much you could see the blood droplets flying into the air as your scarred back hit the back of a tree trunk as your body plummeted to the earthy ground.

Eyes widening in slight horror when such a horrific vision flashed before your eyes that you couldn’t even believe it. What was that monster? The trees, it was still in here wasn’t it? Oh my God it was a monster, it was a monster and this feeling of dread overwhelmed you so much that you couldn’t even think.

You were bleeding, the monster got you… it was in the shadows. The shadows were full of monsters and they were coming to get you, you knew it…

“AHHHHHHHH!!”

You let out a shriek as the shadows in the forest became too much for you to bear and you just ran despite your body and stinging wounds aching in protests. Adrenaline enabled you to ignore it all as you kept running, and your reddened (E/C) eyes widened when you saw more daylight leading you out of this hell. A loud gasp left you as you let out a deep exhale when you were finally out of the trees and could see a road…

There it was, the road! You nearly cried in between your screams as you ran up the steep hill and nearly tripped on your tired feet as soon as you felt the concrete. Eyes wide and looking around frantically for any place that would take you back home. This road would take you home… it had to.

So you kept walking, praying for anything, a car, someone, a hero to see you and just take you home.

Your prayers were answered when you saw a car and you didn’t hesitate to wave your hands around and screamed, “HELP ME! PLEASE!! PLEASE HELP ME!!”

The car was still driving until you moved a little closer and it forced the driver to stop as you hurriedly ran over to the side of it, “Let me in! Please! Please let me in I’m begging you!!” You cried and pleaded with the person to open their car to you and to your relief they opened the door as you quickly sat in the passenger’s seat.

“G-Go please… p-please drive away, please take me away from here…” You shakily said now that you were in a vehicle with a man who looked to be a young adult, 20 years old at best. And he was looking at you like you were crazy as he took off driving nonetheless.

Finally… finally you were going to escape from this nightmare and go back home… the monster couldn’t get you.

“T-Thank you… you saved my life…” You meekly muttered to the driver, who barely even looked at you. “Well you didn’t really give me a choice, you just jumped out and got in the car.” He replied in a somewhat expressionless tone that didn’t imply any sort of kindness.

“I-I’m so sorry… I-I just… h-had to get away… I had to get away… H-He was… he was going to… H-He did…” The monster was male, you remembered that much. A man, there was a man with blades for teeth and the shadowy monster… he was a male too you swore he was.

“Oh yeah? Let me guess, it was your boyfriend? What did you do to him?”

Was this person serious? Why was he asking you this when you were the one bleeding and in pain here?

“I-I didn’t do anything…! H-He did this to me…! And this person was NOT my boyfriend…” You didn’t have a boyfriend, and whoever or whatever it was that did this to you was definitely NOT your boyfriend.

Still the man smirked and laughed at you, “That’s what they always say… I bet he treated you real nice and then you overreacted over something small, and made yourself the victim. Just cuz you’re all bloody don’t mean you’re the victim here. For all I know you hurt him just as badly, if not worse...”

You looked at him with an appalled look as your body continued to tremble from the immense discomfort that this man was putting you through, why was he blaming you? How was this your fault?

“I-I don’t… I-I did not… I-I’m not… c-can… can you p-please just… t-take me to the nearest town s-so I can-“

“Ha! Now you’re telling me what to do? I play the fucking hero for you and you’re trying to tell me what to do? God… Typical women… well not this time sweetheart, I’m not listening to a little bitch like you.” He said snidely with a weak smirk. Whoever this was, he had a serious hang-up on women and now he was taking whatever issues he had out on you.

You weren’t going to put up with this, “Please… s-stop the car… I-I can get out and you won’t have to-”

“Of course… all you women are such fucking cowardly bitches, weak and emotional... all of you just decide to run away when things get ‘uncomfortable’ and blame the men for that even though it’s your own fault. You wanted to try and do something and yet no, it’s not your fault, it’s the guy’s.” He still blamed you, he still felt like whatever happened to you was your fault and not the person who did this to you. It was so uncomfortable that you could feel the tears coming to your eyes, you didn’t want to be here… you’d rather be back on the road…

“Gonna cry now hon? Wow… you bitches really are all the same… you think crying is going to make me feel sorry for you?! I’m not falling for it! Go on! You can cry all you want and even jump out of my car if you want! Leave me like all my other girlfriends did!”

Was that it…? Oh my God… he was one of those guys… it was coming back to you slowly, this guy, he was one of those guys you had heard about on the internet…

“W-Why are you telling me all of this…? I-I didn’t do anything to you…”

“Yeah no that’s what you think. That’s what all you bitches do, I was nice to you. I did something nice for you, I did something nice for her, and now suddenly I’m the bad guy because I made you ‘uncomfortable’ and now she’s gone and now I’M the one getting arrested for ‘sexual harassment’. HA! Classic chick move… I deserve a little bit of that don’t I?! I was nice! I was chivalrous! I opened the door for you! And you go and treat me like this?! You think it’s okay to be nice to another guy and go out with him instead?!”

His screaming tirade terrified you and all you wanted to do was get out, until he grabbed your wrist, “Oh no no darling… I’m getting what I deserve, I was nice to you, so that means YOU do this for me!” He shouted as he let you go and then brought out a gun…

He had a gun…

“I’ll take you to the next town all right, so I can get what I deserve!” His glower turned into a dark, lustful smirk as you gasped in horror and you reached out to open the door. You would risk a serious injury just to get away from this vile man, you had to…

“You’re not leaving me too!” But he grabbed your wrist yet again, still holding the gun as his car began to swerve. “NO!!” You screamed when the car was now out of control, and when you saw him wave the gun right at you.

“I’m taking you with me…”

“NO!!” You didn’t even think, you threw your hand out to make him stop, and sent an involuntary beam of light right in his face as he screamed when the overwhelming brightness stung his eyes and he squeezed his eyes shut.

“AH!! ARRRGH!! You fucking bitch I’m gonna fucking kill you!!” The man shouted hatefully as he tried to grab the wheel to stop it, but didn’t drop the gun as he tried to shoot you but only succeeded in shooting at the glass.

“AHHHHHHHHH!!” Making you scream out loud in horror when the bullet nearly hit you, and the man’s eyes were still closed due to your blinding light.

How did you do that…?

You thought in horror as your eyes went wide when you recognized this power, your power…

In a split second everything suddenly flashed through your eyes. The man with the blades for teeth, Shouji, Tokoyami… Dark Shadow…

You were flying away from him, you were trying to save Tokoyami, but Dark Shadow attacked you… and you fell… you fell down and hit a tree and woke up to forget everything that happened in that moment…

“Tokoyami…”

You found yourself saying his name which just pissed off the man when he cracked open an eye, “Already thinking about your boyfriend that you left?! OH NO GIRLY! I’ll kill you!! I’ll kill your stupid boyfriend if you can’t fucking choose! It’s either him… or me!” He screamed as you finally had enough sense to realize how unstable this person was.

“No!” You shouted and used your light against him to blind him once more and you swiped the gun out of his hands as he lost control of the wheel and you couldn’t stop yourself from screaming when you heard the car screeching and swerving into another row of trees…

CRASH!!

TO BE CONTINUED...

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Swap Meat: Final Part

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,980

Warnings: typical supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

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To celebrate, Sam wanted to go to a bar and get drunk since he saw this as a win. Sam wanted to go to a bar and get drunk. Dean never said no to a glass of alcohol, but you were very suspicious already. Instead of drinking, you kept your sobriety intact as you stared at Sam from across the table.

“Here you go, guys,” the waitress said when she came over, handing out more drinks.

“You know, do me a favor, sweetheart. Would you bring me a cheeseburger with extra bacon? And fry an egg on top of it, would you?”

“Absolutely,” she grinned.

“Ooh, that—that sounds good. Ditto,” Sam smiled.

“Be right back with your order,” she grinned, turning to leave.

“Okay, who are you and what have you done with Sam?” you asked, cutting to the chase.

“W-what do you mean?” he stuttered.

“Bacon cheeseburgers now?” Dean asked.

“I don't know. I eat them, don't I? Anyways, we are celebrating,” he grinned, lifting his glass in a toast.

“Yeah, I guess. Another one bites the dust. Nice work today.”

“You too. I had a, uh, really awesome day, man. Seriously,” he downs his drink. “Whoo! Sweet.”

“A really awesome day?”

“Yeah. Why not?”

“It was a random, D-list ghost hunt. That’s—that's awesome to you?”

“I can't be in a good mood?” Sam shrugged.

“Yeah, I guess, I just… No, actually. It's not really your style, Sam,” Dean shrugged.

While they talked, you looked at the cell phone next to Sam’s hand, and you got an idea. Taking out your own phone, you secretly dialed Sam’s number and watched it while yours rang to see if it lit up.

It didn’t.

Looking at Sam, you glared threateningly since this wasn’t Sam, and this proved it.

“Wow, you know, is it just me, or are we actually drinking together?” Dean chuckled.

“We don't do it that often, huh?”

“Yeah, you could say that.”

“Well, we should. You're a good guy, Dean,” Sam smiled.

“Oh, you are drunk,” Dean smiled.

The waitress came back with the burgers with a smile.

“Enjoy,” she said as she left.

“No, but I mean it. You really are a good guy,” he takes a bite of his burger. “Mmm! The bread alone! Mmm!”

Looking around the bar, you noticed a blonde woman was checking out Sam, and he seemed to notice it too. He finished his burger quickly before excusing himself. He approached the woman and began talking to her, and that is when you said something.

“Dean, that isn’t Sam.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“No, it’s really not him. I called him, and his phone didn’t even light up. It’s not him. It’s not a demon or a shapeshifter, but it’s definitely something because that is not your brother,” you said, watching as Sam left with the woman.

He stopped by the door and turned to you two with a huge smile.

“We're gonna do it!” he laughed, looking like he scored a big one.

“Yeah, that’s not Sam,” Dean nodded.

Since Sam was out all night doing God knows what with that poor woman, you and Dean decided to pretend to be asleep since you had a feeling Sam wasn’t finished with you two just yet. There was something so peaceful about this night, but your powers told you that something wasn’t right. There was someone in this room, and they didn’t have good intentions. Right before something bad could happen, you shot awake with your eyes bright blue. Your hand shot out in front of you, and you flung Sam across the room and into the wall.

“You're not Sam. Who the hell are you?” you yelled just as Dean ‘woke’ up.

“Ow!” Sam complained.

Keeping him against the wall with your magic, you let Dean tie him up until you knew he wasn’t going anywhere. As soon as it was safe, you released him from your magic, but the color in your eyes never faded since you were pissed. Now that the gig was up, he looked really scared, almost to the point of crying. Dean used the motel’s phone to check his voicemail—all of which were Sam telling him that the person you were with wasn’t him.

“Alright, either you start talking or I start hurting,” you threatened, getting in the man’s face.

“Oh, my God. Please, don't hurt me. Please! I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry!” the imposter cried.

“Hey, pull it together, champ,” Dean scoffed.

“I don't want to die. I don't want to die.”

“Where is Sam?” you asked.

“In my—my friend's basement. His parents are out of town.”

“Parents? How old are you?”

“17.”

“17? Huh,” Dean scoffed.

Before anyone else could say a word, Dean was thrown back into the wall, hitting his head on a painting which knocked him right out. There was a teenage girl in the middle of the room, and before she could use her powers on you, you blasted her with a ball of magic before running to Dean.

“Dean, wake up,” you whispered, placing your glowing hand on his head.

“Nora?” the imposter asked.

The teenage girl got up, dusted off her jacket, used her demonic powers on you to hold you still, and turned to her apparent friend.

“Not at the moment.”

She kept her focus on you before untying her friend with a wicked smile.

“Boy, you earned your dessert tonight, kiddo. Tell me, what is it you want? Anything.”

“Anything?”

“Lay it on me,” she chuckled.

“I want to be a witch. For real. And really powerful.”

“No, you don’t, kid. Trust me, it’s not all roses and rainbows,” you said, but the demon clenched her fist at you.

Your throat closed up, and it became really hard to breathe. She turned back to her friend with a smile.

“Mm. Good choice, Gary. I get it. No daddy, no M.I.T. No plan. You get to be big and strong, and no one can tell you what to do anymore. There's just one small formality first. You got to meet the boss.”

“The boss?”

“You know, your Satanic majesty, or whatever the kids are calling it these days.”

“The devil?”

“Don’t do it, Gary,” you choked out.

“Shut up,” the demon hissed at you.

Looking down at Dean, you noticed he opened his eyes. He saw the panic in your own, but he assured you he was going to take care of it.

“Uh... no. O-okay. Um, it's okay. I... don't really want to bother him,” Gary sighed.

“Oh, but he's gonna want to meet you. Relax. It'll be easy. He's just gonna ask you one little question, and all you got to do is say, ‘yes’. Then, you get your reward,” she grinned.

Dean got up fast and quick, taking out Ruby’s knife and swinging it at the demon. She dodged his attempt, and since her focus was on Dean, it broke the spell you were under. The demon caught his arm and kicked him to the ground.

Sliding yourself between the demon and Dean, you held out your blue hand that was swirling with magic. It transferred from your hand to around the demon, getting tighter and tighter. The demon fought against your powers and used everything it got to overpower you. There was a long way ahead of you if you wanted to become more powerful than any demon in the world, but it would take a lot of practice. She kicked you in your chest, causing you to topple over Dean.

“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus,” Gary began reciting.

The demon whipped around to face him with a snarl.

“What was that?”

“Uh, n-nothing.”

“Were you trying exorcize me?! You little piece of shit!” she yelled, grabbing Gary by the throat and lifting him.

He grabbed her hand in an attempt to get her off, but she was too powerful for someone like him.

“Spiritus, omnis satanica potestas,” you coughed from the other side of the room, you and Dean both standing up.

The demon let Gary go and turned to you with a murderous look in her eyes.

“Omnis incursio infernalis adversii,” Gary spoke.

It went back and forth like this to distract the demon until the ritual was over. The demon fell to her knees and screamed, escaping from the young girl’s mouth and into the vents. When it was all said and done, Gary looked at you with a satisfied look.

“You’re coming with us,” you growled, grabbing his arm tightly.

He yelped but made no comment as he followed you while Dean grabbed the girl.

Nora was going to be alright, all she needed was a warm blanket and maybe a therapy session or two. She sat on the bed inside her basement while Gary and Sam sat opposite of each other so that Gary could switch bodies once more.

“Animae domum redeant. Fas atque nefas instauretur. Potestate et auctoritate, sic fiat,” Gary recited, doing something with the ingredients in front of him.

He dropped some powder into the bowl between them, causing a light to flare from it. When the light died down, Sam looked at his hands. It was then that you knew they were in their rightful bodies. Sam got up to look at himself in the mirror to make sure it worked.

“So, we good?” Dean asked.

“Yeah. We're good. Oh, man, it's nice to be back,” Sam sighed.

“Yeah. Awesome,” Gary rolled his eyes as he got up.

Now that they were back, you approached Gary with a sickly-sweet smile.

“So, Gary,” you chuckled dryly.

“I know—my bad.”

“‘My bad’? Kid, ‘my bad’ isn’t good enough. If you were one year older, I would have killed you on the spot,” you glared. His eyes widened in fear since he knew your threat was real. “So, either you straighten up and fly right or we will kill you. Are we clear?”

“Crystal,” he gulped.

“Good,” you chuckled, patting him on the shoulder.

He flinched from your touch, but that’s what you wanted from him.

--

Dean decided to take Nora and Gary home since they lived close together, and when he pulled into Nora’s driveway, everyone got out to make sure the kids got home safe.

“Shit,” Gary sighed now that he had to go back to his life.

“Gary, take it from someone who knows—chin up, man. Your life ain't that bad,” Sam advised.

“Uh, you met my parents.”

“Yeah. So what? It's your life. You don't like their plan for you, tell them to cram it. Rebel a little bit. In a healthy, non-Satanic way, of course,” he scoffed. Both guys looked at you, Dean, and Nora, and she gave a little wave in which Gary returned. “By the way, you know why Nora’s into witchcraft?”

“What do you mean?”

“She doesn't like Satan, you moron. She likes you.”

“Really? You think?”

“Yeah, I know. I'm telling you, kid—I wish I had your life.”

“You do? Thanks,” Gary smiled.

“Get out of here. Both of you. No more witchcraft,” you said, watching as the two teenagers returned to their homes.

“That was a nice thing to say,” Dean cleared his throat.

“I totally lied. That kid's life sucked ass,” Sam chuckled, getting into the car.

“You’d make a kickass mom,” Dean whispered with a smile.

“So would you,” you joked, getting in the car with him.

“All that apple-pie, family crap? It's stressful. Trust me, we didn't miss a damn thing,” Sam shuddered.

“Or we don't know what we're missing,” you commented.

Both brothers were silent as Dean started the car, and “Rock ‘n’ Rolls Never Forgets” plays loudly.

“Oh, come on, man. Turn it down,” Sam sighed.

Dean stared at him with a dead look before doing as he was told.

“Welcome back, Kotter.”

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OBX: An Outer Banks Story (Season 1 - Episode 5)

JJ licks my cheek as his hands reach down to my pants. He reaches one hand down my pants as the other pulls the zipper down. As we kiss, his tongue slips into my mouth. He stops to look at me. He flashes those pearly whites. Then he starts moving down, his hands sliding down my chest. He looks up, his mouth opening up.

Just as JJ moves forward and his wet lips begin to touch me, Rafe’s head appears from over my shoulder. He starts kissing my neck. I move my hands back and run my fingers through his slick hair. I feel his hands slide up from beneath my arms. He pulls my arms behind my head. I feel his mouth as it grabs fingers. He starts to suck on them.

“Oh…” I begin to moan as Rafe slips a finger into my butt.

“Parker…” I hear a moan coming from one of them. “Parker…” Rafe releases my hands and I dig them into JJ’s hair. “Parker!”

I jump out of bed, falling onto the floor and smacking my head against the side table.

“Shit!” I grab my head. “Shit! Shit! Shit!”

“I’m heading out. I’ll see you later.” I hear the front door slam.

I get to my feet. I manage to get myself to the bathroom and look at the mess that is in the mirror. I look how I feel, a piece of shit. I run my hands through my hair and take a deep breath in. I then look at myself in the mirror again. This time when I look at myself I see a far too familiar person behind me. A person that terrifies me to my bones. I am in such shock that I fall backward and onto the ground. I start breathing heavily. I start looking around, but no one’s actually in here. I just plop down on the floor and start breathing regularly. 

“Parker!” Sarah and John B shout as I walk out of the house and toward their car.

“Hey!” I put on a smile and push back all that’s happened recently, ready to enjoy a boat day.

“So is this really your first time on a boat?” John B turns around as we drive off, his hair blowing in the wind.

“Yep.”

“Oh… we’re gonna have fun today!” He shouts, putting his head out of the window.

I see Sarah looking at me in the rearview mirror. She looks concerned but then smiles when I smile.

“Whoo!” John B shouts as we arrive.

He jumps out of the car and grabs the cooler in the back before running onto the docks.

“Johnny boy!” JJ shouts from the boat, standing up with a crutch.

He looks good. He’s smiling. He looks clean and more put together than normal. But his face has some bruises and he’s got a cast on his left arm. I look over and notice Sarah looking at me again. She walks over to me.

“JJ said you never visited him.”

“Oh.” That’s when I see him again, standing at the end of the dock, smiling.

“Is everything alright?” I hear her voice faintly in the background.

Everything begins to freeze. He stands there watching me. Acting as if he’s won. That smile scares me like it has so many times. My heart starts to thump. Each beat vibrates my body. I can feel it getting progressively faster. Each second I see him, I can feel my body warming up. My body tenses. I can feel the sweat building on my forehead. A small ringing runs through my head.

“Parker.” Her voice echoes, feeling miles away. “Parker.” She steps in front of me. “You good?”

“Yeah.” I put a smile on. “Perfect.”

“Okay. Just let me know if you need anything.”

“Thanks, mom.” We both laugh.

Sarah starts walking to the boat and when I look back to the docks, he’s gone. 

“My beauty.” JJ puts his hand out to help Sarah onto the boat. “Welcome aboard. Drinks on the port. Snacks on the starboard.”

“JJ. It’s my boat.” They laugh and hug. “Good to see ya doing well.”

“Parker,” JJ says when he sees me, a faint smile on his face. 

“Hey. You look good.” I step onboard.

“You too.” He bites his lower lip.

Kiara hands me a beer and I quickly begin drinking. John B hands me a shot, I take it down. The music starts. Everyone starts dancing. Everyone is laughing. And me… I’m pushing everything back. I can feel that it’s not good. I know it’s just going to explode eventually. But I don’t care. I don’t care how much alcohol it takes. Or how much dancing it takes. All I care about is forgetting and having fun. I just want to have fun for once. Fun with no drama. Fun with no violence. Fun with no regrets.

“Shots!” JJ walks up to everyone with a plate of shots.

“Whoo!” We all shout before taking them down.

“You’re looking really hot tonight,” JJ whispers to me while the music is loud and everyone else is dancing.

“You too.” I lick my lips and take down another shot. “Wanna dance?”

“Well…” He lifts his crutch.

“Bummer.” I leave him smiling and go back to the dance floor after taking another shot. “Whoo!”

“Whoo!” Everyone shouts back.

I feel my body heating up. Sweat is dripping. The air feels thick and warm. Everyone’s rubbing up against each other. John B and Sarah and rubbing up very close. Taylor and Pope are getting closer. Kiara is laughing on the side with JJ. I feel my body slowing down. I look around and notice the smiles on everyone. Everyone just seems so happy. It just seems so easy for them.

When I look over to the sun beginning to set I see him once more. He’s just standing on the water, smiling. Something with the combination of seeing him, the alcohol, and all the dancing hits me. My legs just buckle. My knees smack the ground hard, a boom vibrating through the air.

Everyone suddenly stops what they’re doing and look at me. I can see their faces. It’s a look of pity. A look that I’ve always feared. They’re looking at me like I’m crazy. Then I feel the water running down my face. I start rubbing my face. I’m crying. Why the fuck am I crying. Sarah starts walking to me. She gets to her knees. She saying something, but I can’t hear her. Taylor comes behind her. They’re looking at each other and saying something, but all I hear is some sort of ringing.

“I’m good.” I just stand up, everyone’s eyes following me. “I’m good.” I walk over to where the drinks are, grab a bottle of vodka, and just walk down below and into the bedroom.

I take a seat and a massive chug of the vodka. Right in front of me, he stands. He’s just smiling that stupid smile. Seeing him makes me want to break things. It makes me want to cry. I want to scream till I lose my voice.

“Parker…” JJ walks in and he vanishes.

“What?” I take another swig of the vodka.

“You okay?”

“Why does everyone always ask me that?”

“I just…”

“Stop it!” I stand up. “Stop being so fuckin’ nice! It’s annoying!”

“Um…”

“Um…? Um…? Just stop it! You don’t want to be friends with me! You don’t want to be around me! No one does!”

“That’s not true.” JJ tries walking up to me.

“Stop!” I take a large chug of the vodka. “Fuck off!”

“No.” He just stands there looking ridiculous.

“Why can’t you realize I’m fucked up? Why can’t you realize I’m dangerous?”

“You’re not. Trust me. I’ve had bad shit in my life. I’ve done fucked up things. But we move past it. We grow. We do better.”

“Oh my god.” I interrupt him. “Stop with the stupid hallmark movie bullshit. You fuckin’ loser.” I step up to him, taking a sip of the vodka. “You don’t know me. You can’t even begin to think of the shit I’ve been through.”

“Then tell me. Tell me everything.”

“You want to know?” I laugh. “I wish I could just sit and tell you everything. It’s a fucking novella. It’s the fuckin’ Odyssey.”

“I’ve got time.”

“Well, I don’t. I don’t have time for your bullshit. Your happy feely crap.” I try walking past him, but he grabs my arm.

“Get the fuck off me!” I push him back and onto the bed. “Stop trying to help me! Stop it!”

“I won’t.” He stands up.

“Fuck! Fine! Maybe if you know just what I am you’ll finally stop this nonsense!” I take a large chug of the vodka. “So… abusive dad. Months ago there was an accident. All my fault. Mom died. Dad got more abusive. More of a drunk. Then I snapped when he threw my mom’s ashes. I hit him. I hit him so many times that he died. And now I’m here living with his mom.” JJ just stares at me. “I told you. Fucked up. Now you see why you should stay away from me? I’m a fuckin’ killer!” 

“Parker…” He moves towards me and I feel this sudden sense of Deja Vu.

“No!” I push him back, his head his the wall hard. “Don’t touch me! Don’t ever touch me!” Everything starts to get blurry around me.

Things start to get like before. My chest is tightening. My muscles are tightening. My heart is racing. My stomach is flipping. I quickly take one last chug of the vodka before it’s empty and throw it onto the bed.

“Parker!” JJ walks to me, grabbing his head.

“NO!” I turn away and leave the room.

I make it up to the top and grab the first bottle of alcohol I find. Immediately everyone starts to stare at me. I can see them judging me. I take a large chug of the bottle and just start dancing to the music. The others stop dancing, but I won’t… I can’t. I move my body up and down. I move around in circles. I keep taking swigs of the bottle. Everything begins to get blurry. My head feels light. Everything is just off. Everything is wrong. 

I see JJ walk up top and to Sarah. I stop dancing as I see him whisper into Sarah’s ear. She just looks over at me.

“What’d you say?” I walk up to them. “What the fuck did you just tell her?”

“Nothing.” JJ looks scared.

“What? Now you’re scared of me? And now you’re warning everyone? What fuckin’ bullshit! What about that stupid shit that you’d be fine no matter what I told you? Was it all just some fuckin’ lie?”

“No… Parker…” I look around and everyone is getting freaked out.

“Just stop it!” I feel everything closing in on me. “Fine! Fine! Fine!” Tears start rolling down my face. “You all wanna know who I really am?”

“You don’t…” JJ starts.

“Oh but I do! You’re going to tell them! I might as well get it all out there. Make it easier for you!” I take a very large swig of the bottle. “I’m a killer! I fuckin’ killed my dad. Beat him up so bad his brain just stopped. And now the courts have ordered me to stay with my dad’s mom who still thinks he was a saint even though he would beat me daily since I was five.” I just start laughing. “He was psycho, yet they think I am. They don’t even know about the time he put my hand in boiling water because he didn’t want me making pasta. Fuckin’ pasta! I was ten!” I start running my hands through my hair, everything around me feels like it’s getting closer. “And that’s just my dad’s death! Should I bring up my moms?” I see Kiara and Taylor starting to tear up, holding each other. “She died just six months ago. All because I had to fight back with my dad. She lost control. We went right into an 18 fuckin’ wheeler! She died and I got to take the blame until I lost it.” I take a deep breath in, my entire body aching. “You happy now?” I look to JJ, who, like everyone else, looks scared and worried.

“Pa…” JJ, tears going down his face, tries to speak.

“No.” I feel myself calming. “I’m done.” The sadness starts to hit like a tidal wave.

I just walk to the side of the boat and jump onto the dock. I look back and everyone’s looking at me.

“I tried.” Tears start rolling down my face. “I really tried.”

Then I walk away. I just start walking down the dirt road. I hear someone shouting my name, but I don’t look back. I just keep walking. I walk into the darkness without a second thought. The tears eventually stop a few miles later. I see no one. I see no car. I just walk. In no specific direction either. 

I don’t think about anything. I just walk. My mind is too tired to think. It just feels empty at this point. 

“Parker?” I feel my bones rattle and nearly jump out of my skin when I realize a car has pulled over to the side and right next to me. “Parker?” I look into the car and see Rafe. “You need a ride?” I can’t even focus on him.

“Sure.” At this point, why not?

[darksaiyangoku]

Bloodlines AU: Apex Cosplays

Joethefriendlyponybro: I've got another skit for y'all. And this time, it's a skit based off of DarkSaiyan's cosplay stories but set in my next gen RWBY AU. Let's see what I can share what strange stuff me and DarkSaiyan came up with, shall we?

[Vale City Comic-Con, the Belladonna-Wukong family's planned vacation spot for quite some time was just down the street. At a nearby bus stop stood Sun and his and Blake's daughter, Alexandria. Alex for short.

Sun wore a mustard-yellow jumpsuit along with brown gloves and tinted orange goggles. His hair was scruffier than usual to reflect his cosplay getup as Mirage from Apex Legends.

To his side sat Alex wearing a mostly black but also purple getup, her long and scruffy black hair wrapped up in a ponytail as Wraith from the same game.]

Sun: Whoo!!!! Haven’t been in cosplay gear in such a long time. I feel like I’m back at school again, hehe.

Alex: *removes eye contacts, revealing green eyes* Dad, when was the last time you dressed up?

Sun: Let’s see.......I think it was back when Team CFVY were visiting Vacuo. We all decided to cosplay as the MCU heroes. *chuckling* I called dibs on Star Lord. Neptune was piiiiiissed!

Alex: *jumps on top of bus stop* I think Elsa wanted to go as Sif this year. But, with tending to her folks' restaurant, I guess she had to work on filling out orders for con-goers.

Sun: Well, at least Ren and Nora are making some great cash with their kids this year. *muttering* Blake isn’t taking this as well as I thought she would...

Alex: Is mom taking it that bad? Sorry, cat ears. Couldn't help but pick it up.

Sun: Not really. She just hasn’t been in cosplay in long time. It’s kinda strange for her to be back in the den of the nerds. That.... and she’s getting looks from some thirsty boys.

Alex: You're both running Menagerie's own combat school. Not to mention ensuing Faunus relations across Remnant- -Wait. Who's ogling my mom? Who do I have to cast a hex on to remind them she's a married woman?

Sun: *points* That guy on the right at the bench on the end of the street.

[She turned to see a man thirsting over a photo of Blake on her Scroll. Alex immediately went into pack mode, shouting at the creep.]

Alex: *glares at creep, eyes glowing turquoise* HEY SHITHEAD! My mom is taken, so why don't you back off before I twist you into a pretzel, fondue you and feed you to an Ursa?! *bares teeth, resembling fangs*

Perv: *looks up* Oh my- -! *runs away*

Sun: *nods head* That’s my girl!

Alex: *grins at Sun, eyes no longer glowing* I aim to please! *looks around* Where is mom, anyway?

Sun: *smiling* Getting a smoothie. I might join her later. You're still meeting up with Rhiannon, right?

Alex: Yeah. Rhiannon and I are supposed to meet up at that smoothie joint. I wonder what's taking both of them so long?

Sun: Probably got sidetracked. You know what Remnant’s like.

[Before they continue, Alex gets ambushed from behind in a surprise embrace by a red-haired, ponytailed girl with green eyes and a blue tunic.]

Rhiannon: Sneak hug!

Alex: MREOW!

Sun: WOAH!!!! Rhiannon, hi!

Rhiannon: *sets Alex down, cackling* What's good, Mr. Wukong?

[Blake shortly followed. Dressed in black military-style gear as she noticed her daughter's friend being as sneaky as ever. She was panting as if she were out of breath and holding a drink.]

Alex: *stands down, blinking* Rhi? I thought you picked a costume.

Blake: *panting* Finally...got...that...smoothie.

Alex: *looks up* Uh, what was the hold up?

Blake: The thirsty boys, honey. They can be a handful.

Rhiannon: Mrs. B tried jogging in her Bangalore costume as well. Guess that thick padding got to her, first.

Blake: In my defense, I didn’t think it would be that heavy. I've definitely jogged in padding before.

Alex: Never said you didn't. So me and Rhi are headed to the park. Dad told me a bit about your cosplay funk. *lowers ears* Something wrong?

Blake: I haven’t done this in a while. I feel kinda rusty. But... *blushing* I needed a break from all the stress so we could be with you and Rhiannon. *looks down sadly*

Alex: *puts hand on Blake's shoulder* Mom, you look fine. That's why we dressed up for this con, right?

Rhiannon: *folds arms* She's got you there, Mrs. B. Not like I went for it. I just wanted to hang with you guys.

Blake: *smiles* True. You’re all right, I gotta loosen up.

Alex: *points up* I request as your daughter and aspiring Huntress to enjoy yourself since there's a lot on our plate once the school year starts back up again. Besides, *phases out torso, arms and lower legs* I can look the part as Wraith with my Semblance.

Blake: *laughs* Okay, I surrender!

Alex: *phases back in* Also, I'll be sure to smoke any thirsty boy who gives you bedroom eyes.

Rhiannon: I can tie 'em up with one of my rope bolts if it'll help.

Blake: I'll handle them myself, girls. But thank you.

Alex: Whatever you say, mom. *hugs Blake* And thanks for paying for this trip.

[Blake smiled, embracing her daughter back.]

Blake: Oh, honey. You deserve a treat for your hard work.

Sun: Did it have to come from my bank account though?

Alex: *releases Blake* Oh. Uh...Rhi?

Rhiannon: I 'unno. Some major bounty or escort mission he undertook? *checks Scroll* Come on, Alex. Let's get our photoshoot done.

Sun: Have fun, pumpkin. Try not to cloak in public.

Alex: Sure, dad. *walks off to the park with Rhiannon*

Sun: So, what mission was it last? The- -The one where I would split my paycheck with you to pay for this con trip?

Blake: I think it was the mission where I teamed up with the Red Flowers to stop a horde of Creeps.

Sun: *puts finger up to chin* Or, was it the trawler escort at Sockeye Junction? You know how pirates get around fishing villages.

Blake: Or maybe it was the one where Yang almost set a town on fire to kill some Arachnoids?

Sun: That's still a dumb name for spider Grimm. I don't know how Professort Port outvoted Oobleck on that but- -Nevermind. *half hugs Blake, wrapping tail around her waste and holding her like a dancer, barely spilling the smoothie* That's a good look for you, bee tee dubs. *grins*

Blake: *giggles* Sun, stop it! We’re in public.

Sun: 20 years of marriage. I think I've earned the chance to do stuff like this with you.

Blake: Gods. You’re so mischievous. *wraps her arms behind Sun’s neck* And that’s why I love you.

Sun: *picks up smoothie with tail* Love you too, babe. Shall I give you some sugar?

Blake: *pulls him in* Do it, honey.

[Sun pulled Blake in for a kiss. They practically glowed like bioluminescent mushrooms as their auras glowed with their embrace. They let go upon hearing a sloshy splat hit the pavement.]

Sun: *notices spilled smoothie* Uh, whoops.

Blake: Oh no! *teary-eyed* Damn you gravity!

Sun: Uh...I think there are milkshakes at the local Beetroot's we can get instead. Plus, their new salmon burger looks pretty good. *pulls out debit card* And I got membership there! Huah! *tosses debit card into smoothie pile* ...Man, how did the shopkeep do it back then?!

Blake: ...I like salmon.

Sun: See? Win-win! And I'll pay for the milkshakes.

Blake: *small smile* I’d like that.

Sun: Good husband powers no jutsu! *roundhouse kicks, tripping and landing ass-first into the smoothie pile, crushing cup* Ah, crap. These jeans were a rental.

Blake: *laughing* I guess now we’re even!

Sun: Yay. Anyway, onto the burgers! *wraps arm and tail around Blake* I'll let you wear my cosplay goggles for sex tonight~! *winks*

Blake: *purring* Mmm, I like sound of that.

BLATANT TRANSITION THING

Joethefriendlyponybro: Well, that was certainly something. Hopefully your viewers enjoy it as much as I enjoyed doing this skit with you. This was fun, thanks.

DarkSaiyanGoku: Don’t mention it bro, always happy to help out. I might do more of these RPs more often with anyone else, if they ask.