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These losers were sooo in love. They kissed soooo much. And held hands in the exorcist barracks soooo often.
I like to think being doomed by the narrative made them look at each other with such adoration.
New fallenwings drawing featuring my new outfit redesigns :). Working on it for a bit reignited my love for this ship so expect some more soon.
#fellas is it gay to put your wing around your beloved rival?#and for her to gaze back at you with a fondness in her eyes?#accompanying adam to get wine is not a two person job theyre just gay#lute being incapable of being normal about vaggie is so funny to me#she was definitely foaming at the mouth later on thinking about it#I think lute is secretly bashful#at least around pretty women#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel fanart#hazbin art#hazbin vaggie#vaggie#exorcist vaggie#vaggie hazbin hotel#vaggie my beloved#she’s so pretty#lute hazbin hotel#hazbin lute#adam hazbin hotel#hazbin adam#hope the adam lovers enjoy the outfit#I meant to make his hair messier but I got lazy so imagine Sera made him get a haircut#toxic yuri for the win#fallenwings#lute x vaggie#vaggie x lute#dangervag#digital art#my art#pecera
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btw still too much talk about chris redfields hawaiian shirt and not enough about how cute that cardigan was on jill
#jill: puts a cardigan on top of an outfit shes basically already worn before#me: foaming at the mouth#sorry i know there complaints to be made#about her design in di#but that will not stop me#from fawning over her lol#dumdum hours#jill valentine#resident evil death island#re death island
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Hello, dearies!
I am now proudly presenting you:
Celebrity!Reader x Vees
Imagine being THE celebrity in hell. Everyone wants you. You're practically a god among sinners.
You have billboards everywhere in hell, your face for everyone to fawn over. You have advertisers fighting tooth and nail to have you in their ads.
Brands? Ripping each other apart and sending you their best products to have you as their ambassador. You're in every PR list.
Imagine you being able to influence trends. That niche product made by an small company? Yeah, people saw you using their product one time, and you singlehandedly saved them from bankruptcy.
Every movie you make is a box office hit. You're always nominated in award shows too. Best actor/actress? You. Not in the lead? Best supporting role. Cameo only? Fan favorite award then!
You're invited to everything. Parties, weddings, brunches, grand openings, practically every event that you can think of. Not sending an invite to you is practically a crime!
Now, Imagine The Vees being your fans too.
Imagine them wanting you so fucking bad because you're everything they could be ever want.
Thinking about Vox buying all sorts of merch. Posters? Hanged and framed all around his floor, some with your autograph too. Those shirts with your face on it? Hidden in the back of his closet. Name it, he's got it. Has custom ones too. (Body pillow? There's four.)
Thinking about Velvette creating outfits with you in mind and blasting them on social media in the hopes it catches your attention and you'd want to collab with her.
She probably has exact copies of outfits you wore and has them displayed behind glass windows as her personal showcase. Who knows? Maybe Velvette even bought the actual outfits/costumes you wore during the many photoshoots you have.
Thinking about Valentino watching hours upon hours of edits of you, he can't stop himself from admiring you, and really can you even blame him? Those edits are delicious. He's also commenting absolutely filth on your edits and in your posts too. Might as well shoot his shot.
And since Valentino is crafty as fuck, as exhibited by him bedazzling his gun, he cuts out your pictures from magazines to make custom collages (that he also bedazzles) that he hangs up in his closet next to posters of him.
Vox, practically foaming at the mouth, sending you Voxtek products. He's sending the best ones! Latest ones! Products he hasn't even introduced to the public yet!
And just between the both of us, well, he might or might also be trying to find ways to ensure that there's always gonna be a Voxtek Ad on your phone, but you didn't hear that from me, yeah?
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Next post: Cannibal!Vees x Reader
Thank you for reading!
#hazbin hotel x reader#vox x reader#valentino x reader#velvette x reader#vees x reader#celebrity!reader
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𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬.
Hi!! so this is my first time writing on Tumblr, but I think I can do it lol so yeah!!
NSFW BELOW >_<
warnings , Dom/sub dynamics, unprotected sex ( don’t be silly wrap that willy ) , choking, oral (fem receiving) slight daddy kink.
Agreeing to go on tour with Ronnie was one of the best decisions you've ever made, travelling to every corner of the world and watching your boyfriend perform in front of thousands of people in the most extravagant outfits every night was honestly a dream, but now after four months being on the road with him you we're finally going home for a break. "Wake up darling'' Ronnie said stroking your cheek, it was only 7'o'clock in the evening in the us, but jet lag was getting the better of you so Ronnie being more accommodated to flying here there an everywhere gladly drove you two home from the airport whilst you napped. You give him a lazy smile stretching your arms in the air "we're home" you say excitedly looking at the front of your home, you honestly thought you forgot what it looked like after not seeing it in 4 months. He smiled, admiring his girl and how cute she looked rubbing her sleepy eyes with her whole palm like a child.
He opens his door and climbs out of the car, quickly making his way to your side to open the door for you like the gentleman he is, "m'lady" he gestures for you to get out the car " well thankyou kind sir" you giggle at him, pecking his cheek on your way to the back of the car.
You two make a quick job of getting all your luggage into the house, only dumping them in the porch already agreeing to deal with it in the morning. You walk into the kitchen to be greeted by Lacy your cat, You felt bad for leaving her for so long but a friend insisted that nothing would happen while she house sit. "hey dais how are you, missed you soo much" you coo towards her she let you stroke her for a maximum of two seconds before she spots Ronnie in the doorway and bounds over to him. You chuckle, Daisy had always had a soft spot for Ronnie and you couldn't really blame her "not giving mama cuddles huh, missed your daddy too much" he said with the cat laid in his arms, her paws up as if she was in surrender, Eventually she scrambled out of his arms going to her bed in the living room you presumed. "Wanna go and watch a film in bed baby, I can choose whatever, Your not making me watch The Notebook again"
"You cried at the end but whatever" she rolls her eyes and smiles walking to grab his outstretched hand. The two of you trudge up the stairs, and when you finally make it to the top you run into the bedroom that you and Ronnie shared, and jumped onto your California king bed, making Ronnie laugh at your antics. You had truly missed this bed after being in a tour bus for what seemed like forever.
There was just something about the duvet and the memory foam mattress cover that you couldn't get enough of. The sheets were extra soft and smelled like fresh flowers, You laid flat on your back with your arms and legs splayed out like a starfish. "This is better than sex" You say jokingly but sounded quite serious due to how comfortable you were. This made Ronnie spin round to face you with his eyebrows raised and a smirk on his lips. He made his way to the bed, you had your eyes closed so when you felt his breath against the side of your neck it made you jump and a shiver ran down you spine. "You sure about that sweet girl?" You open you eyes in shock, not knowing what you said would get him riled up that quickly, or bruise his forever increasing ego, but you knew if you kept playing along he would give it to you really good just so that he could prove you wrong, and you were all for it.
"Are you saying that this bed is better than my cock…my fingers…and my mouth?" Kissing you on the sweet spot on your neck between his words.
‘Hmm, | don't know you'll have to show me can't remember."
"Oh baby you don't know what you've gotten your self into, I'm gonna make you remember it for days" making a moan escape your lips, he pounced on top of you pinning you arms above your head kissing you on you lips multiple times before pecking all the way down you chest and tummy.
Ronnie knew you were probably joking but he loved having his way with you and for the last 4 months being on tour the only sort of intimacy you two had was quick fucks in dressing and hotel rooms with being so busy all the time and at night Ronnie was understandably tired after doing a show. He wanted to dominate the shit out of you tonight and you had just added fuel to the fire, so with no fear of someone walking in on you both he was going to let loose.
He pulls back and releases your arms, "strip for me baby, then | want you to sit at the top of the bed with your back against the headboard" you moaned softly at his words, already putty in his hands and instantly start undressing as he did the same.
Once you were naked, and sat against the headboard you couldn't help but stare at your boyfriend pulling his t-shirt over his head making his arms flex, your pussy become slick with your wetness as you watched him. Once he freed his cock from the confines of his boxers, he gives his shaft a few tugs trying to relieve some of the building pressure.
‘Jesus, Your so hot’ he groans crawling up the bed, you legs spreading even more on instinct to give him more room. He lays on his belly once he is closer to you wrapping his arms around your thighs swiftly dragging you so that his face was barely centre metres away from your sopping cunt, you drape you legs over his shoulder heels digging into his back.
"M'gonna use my mouth… and my fingers and I'm gonna make you cum so hard sweet girl" you squirm in his grip his, eyes looking directly into yours. He gives you no warning as he ducks down pressing a kiss directly on your clit, then licking a bold stripe up your entire pussy "always to wet for me, you taste just like a strawberry angel." You throw your head back, your hands gripping onto the sheets to prepare yourself for what was to come.
He focuses back on your clit flicking his tongue from side to side, he teases his middle finger round your entrance making you buck your hips "patience dollface " he says removing his lips from your clit to suck a hickey onto the inside of your thigh. "Feels so so good Ronnie" the first words you had spoken except moan after moan since Ronnie started, your fingers pinching your nipples, he smirks up at you, his cock twitching against the sheets. He decides to give you his fingers, inserting two at the same time, you whine at how easily they slid into you. He gives no time to adjust curling them into a ‘cone hither’ motion then pumping them in and out going knuckle deep every time hitting spots that you would never have been able to fine with your own, a calloused finger rubbing tight circles around you clit. "How good is daddy making you feel, tell me"
"So f-fucking good, your fingers feel amazing inside me daddy" you can't stop your eyes from rolling into the back of your head as his mouth finds it's place back on your clit, adding a third finger into you cunt, still thrusting at a delicious pace, You could feel the knot tightening in your belly, but not only that you felt like a balloon was ready to burst within you.
You tangle your lingers In his hair, knowing that he loved it when you tugged on his curls, but you also did it so that he wouldn't pull away and deny you of an orgasm when you were almost falling off the edge. "Clenching around my fingers baby, know your gonna cum, stop holding back let go for me"
‘Fuck Ronnie , I'm so close’ you cry out "Yeah you gonna squirt for me, soak the sheets?" "Yes!" You scream "Go on then, cum for me pretty girl"
You couldn't hold back any longer, after a few more thrusts of his fingers you let go screaming as you do, the ballon inside you also bursting, he moaned out. Your legs were shaking, your head was thrown back, and your back arched as he continued thrusting his fingers inside of you to ride out your intense orgasm. After a few moments you took in a sharp breath having forgotten how to breathe "holy shit" you barely mustered up, you felt like you were floating in mid air, you don't think you've cum that hard in a very long time.
After a couple of minutes you start to come down from your high, you look at Ronnie who was still in the same position, his eyes were glazed over in lust "that was so fucking hot swear | could've cum just right there and then" Ronnie swore he could spend hours between your legs, he couldn't get enough of your taste. Eventually he presses one last kiss on your clit, before blowing air directly onto the small bud, making you squirm at the overstimulation.
He moves up your body, pressing kisses against your skin along the way, swirling his tongue around your hardened nipples then blowing air only each in just like he had done to your clit making a shiver run up your spine. He reaches your lips kissing, dipping his tongue into your mouth so that you could taste your juices.
"Was that good baby" his words muffled by your lips.
'Yes, m’kinda sleepy now though’ you say shutting your eyes a lazy smile spreading across your face. "No falling asleep on me now, haven't even fucked you yet" This makes you perk up a bit, now yearning to be filled with Ronnie's cock, you had only just come down from your last orgasm but you were ready for another one." ‘Want you to come deep inside of me, want you to fill me up so bad" you whine.
"You want my cock baby’
'Yes please’ you were desperate now.
"Well since you asked so nicely’ he reaches down tugging his cock a few times spreading pre-cum over his length, before slipping into your warm cunt both of you groaning at the feeling, he thrusts all the way inside you his length stretching your walls deliciously. " Ohhh sweet girl, swear you pretty cunt was made for me, can | move now? " You nod. he instantly complies not being able to stay still any longer. He starts a steady pace pulling nearly all the way out before thrusting back in hitting the deepest spots within you. You reach your arms over his shoulders tracing some of his tattoos along the way then gripping onto the soft skin. Whimpers and groans filled the room as. Ronnie buried his face in your neck, your natural scent mixed with your favourite perfume intoxicating him, you take your chance to suck a hickey onto his neck after not having much time to mark him up. He was fucking into you at a fast pace now, getting lost in pleasure "so deep" you moan. He moved his face from your neck, gripping onto the headboard with one hand to get more leverage, the sight of him above you pounding you into the mattress turned you on even more if that was possible.
His hand flies to your throat gripping it just enough so it restricted you breathing slightly, "like that baby, you love it when daddy rough with you, don't ya?"
"Yes daddy, fucking love it' you scream as he starts hitting your g-spot repeatedly.
" Oh shit, I'm gonna cum, you gonna cum with me" he groans hand getting slightly tighter around your throat.
"'m gonna cum too, please keep fucking me like that" you mumnle out as your eyes roll into the back of your head your heels looped round his back and crossed at the ankle to keep him as close as possible. His thrusts start to falter and his cock twitches telling you he was about to fall over the edge ‘cum inside me ronnie want you to make me yours forever. please daddy want it soo much" you whimper also starting to tumble over.
" I'm cumming" he growls sheathing into your cunt his cock twitching one last time, he emptied his load inside you, the sensation of his seed filling you up also made you cum, Ronnie's grip on your throat giving you a head-rush as you do, you both felt euphoric. After the waves of your release come crashing down in you. your body goes limp, you know that you will be sore tomorrow and probably the day after but it was all worth it. Ronnie takes longer to come down from his high, his cum now dripping out of your pussy. "You okay?" you say sweetly looking up at him.
‘Oh I'm more than okay baby, feel fucking incredible’ He takes his loosened hand off of your throat before resting his body on top of yours, his cock still buried inside of you ‘I take back that last statement about this bed being better than sex’ you whispered breathlessly into his hair. "You better’ he tiredly laughs into your neck.
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okay im gonna put all my thoughts about the hotguy zinethology on here based on the incoherent ramblings my friends received while i was reading it
(obviously spoilers below the cut)
okay so first of all the first part was SO fucking funny i cried laughing multiple times
the first time i saw cute guy i SCREAMED
HOTGUY TRYING TO GET CUTEGUY TO JOIN HIS UNION AND GRIAN JUST GOING. NAH. WAS SO FUNNY
@cornpapers draws scar SO pretty
mumblr is SUCH a funny name 10/10
the "dont you think cuteguy and hotguy having matching names and outfits is queerbaiting" post is SO FUNNY
THE GRIANVERSE
SHE'S HERE !!!!!!! ARIANA GRIANDE !!!!!!!!!!
THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY. GRIAN LOOKS LIKE THE SAD HAMSTER
REALLY GOOD PANEL
this whole comic was so funny i loved it loved the cub
THE EMAILS PART WAS ALSO SO FUNNY
this is such an interesting and fun way to tell a story i loved the email part
in general the posts and stuff were SO funny and very realistic for the internet 😭
yeah
grian desperately trying to not let scar reveal his identity 😭😭 girl (this also hits so different now after reading the whole thing btw.)
the comparison to a wild horse in this first fic also killed me
i can't really put a lot of images but there were some really classic superhero comic looking panel that i thoroughly enjoyed
scar tangled in his own grappling hook. classic. very funny
I LOVED THIS FIC SO MUCH. scar voice this is gonna ruin the tour. grian voice what tour. scar voice the world tour.
scar saying he's playing volleyball. haikyuu reference!?!?!?
just putting this here
LOVEDDDD THIS GEM DESIGN
moon mask i immediately called pearl yes pf course
GRIAN REFUSING TO SHOW EACHOTHER THEIR IDENTITIES AGRHRGRHRVH
"you and your cuteguy" arggrgrhsggrgrhgr
murder camel REAL !!
I DIDN'T TRUST THIS FOR A SECOND. PEARL AND HER SOUP I DONT BUY IT
"i cant believe you guys fucking killed jimmy solidarity" <- actual message i sent to mochi
SCOUR KNOWING SCARS NAME. AGRHSGRHRGRHV
i literally had to Go Take A Walk after this fic
i really like how the pearl thing was resolved in this it felt like such a good act 2 reoccurring villain exit. very superhero comic/movie like or even dnd like
'vincent berger' made me laugh
ZEDDIT
MOCHI FIC !!!!
first off every single fic has SUCH a cool cover i love them all
poor grian has ptsd :((
i LOVEEE how mochi writes angst always they're so good at it
the fact that he never found jimmys body immediately made me call the fact that he wasn't really dead and would come back btw
gem would lovee to drive grian slowly crazy tbh
"IVE COME TO PICK UP MY BIRD" AGRHRGRHGRHRVRBTBJRG
JUST LOOK AT THAT GREAT BIG BEAUTIFUL TOMORROW !!!!!!!
i was going insane at this point
this whole zine had me feeling like that meme thats like first i laughed.. then i serioused (the first part was SO funny and then golden era was psychic damage /pos)
IMPULSE :D
GEMPEARL <33 they are so everything to me
SCAR WHY WOULD YOU LEAVE SUSPICIOUS POSSIBLY EVIL FOREIGN TECHNOLOGY ON YOUR BODY. SIR.
NOT THE DESTIEL MEME
they look SO fucking cute
both scar and grian look sooooo scrumptious in this comic argh
THE MIND CONTROL. THE. RHE MIND CONFNTOL.
THESE 2 FULL PAGES ARE ABSOLUTELY SO INSANE. I WAS AND STILL AM FOAMING AT THE MOUTH
THIS IS SO. GOD THIS
THE WAY GRIAN JUMPED AND SCAR JUMPED AFTER HIM. THEYRE CRAZY !!!!!!!
THE WIPING THE BLOODY NOSE AND THEN SMILING LITERALLY WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU !!!!!!!!!!!!!
HE TOOK THE MASK OFF
mumbo <3
THE HUG. ☹️☹️☹️
great big beautiful tomorrow :((( the parallels :((
GRIAN BEING TOO FLUSTERED BY SCAR KINDA FLIRTING THAT HE DIDN'T REALISE HE WAS DROPPING HINTS ABT HIS IDENTITY WAS SO FUNNY
cutiebird..
scar playing w his hair when cuteguy was hurt :(( so cute
REALLY FUNNY
THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS ☹️☹️
the tcg voice: theyre holding hands.. i want them dead
SKIZZ !!!!
ETHO !!!!!!!!!!
awhh skizzly :((((
THIS IS SO UPSETTING
"It's our Impulse, Gem" IM SO UPSET SHUT UP
god the way she puts on the mask and immediately is emotionless im gonna throw up
OBSESSED. THEY'RE EVERYTHING TO ME
im so obsessed w this cuteguy i love him
grian voice omg im the only bitch serving cunt in this place im so embarasseddddd
they are serving SO much in this comic
ETHO EYHO ETHO ETHEO
SCAR APPOINTING GRIAN AS LEADER. EARURGRHVRH THEY'RE EVERYTHING
READING THIS WAS SO CRAZY IT LITERALLY FELT LIKE WATCHING ENDGAME
JIMMY SOLIDARITY !!!
MUMBO JUMBO !!!!!
impulse thinking about skizz as he's dying :(((((
HE DID IT ALL FOR SKIZZ :(((((((((
i was so upset this made me sob like a baby
SOUP GROUP :(((
SKIZZLY!!! :(((
warden :/
SCAR PEARL INTERVIEW :( HOTGUY RETIRING :( I LOVE THEM
THE CHEMICAL MUTATING PEOPLE IS JUST ESTROGEN BEING A GIRL JUST DOES THAT TO YOU
grian and scar playing volleyball is that a haikyuu reference....
OH THIS PEARL IN THIS COMIC IS REALLY GOOD
cuteguy is so spiderman coded
GREAT BIG BEAUTIFUL TOMORROW !!!!!! WE'VE COME FULL CIRCLE !!! SOBBING !!!!
god all in all this was so crazy. it was such an obvious labour of love and everyone who was involved with it did such a good job and obviously put so much love into it AND IT WAS WORTH IT !!!! insanely good work thank you to everyone for doing this and sharing it for free?? @hotguycomiczine y'all are crazy. incredible work <333
#hotguy zine#hotguy zinethology#hotguy#cuteguy#goodtimeswithscar#gtws#grian#desert duo#hotguy comics zine#hgcz#ALSO I AM SO BAD AT REMEMBERING NAMES even though i knew a lot of these artists/writers im sorry if i didnt name you guys 😭😭
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Falling Without A Harness - Chapter 1
AU where Tom Ryder is still an asshole, just not a psychotic one. This is the story of how he's first introduced to Colt's sister, Parker. Let's just say that neither party was all that impressed.
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Tom Ryder was hot.
The ads plastered on bus terminals and billboards, with all of their post-photoshoot/pre-production editing and touch-ups, weren't shit compared to the real thing.
The real thing, standing fifty feet across from her having just finished talking through his upcoming scene with the production team was tall and hunky and had gel wet tufts of blonde hair perfectly strung across his forehead. He walked—swaggered—with a sureness that was hard to find nowadays; made all the more impressive when he was swarmed by makeup artists touching up the foundation on his cheeks without stumbling once.
The outfit didn't help either. She hadn't seen Colt yet, but she was confident that her brother wouldn't be caught dead wearing tight, white pants that clung to his every curve, indent, and muscle like Ryder was. He wore them slung low on his hips, perfectly hard abs trailing down towards the sliver of white skin peeking out from beneath an underwear brand she would never be able to afford. Some sort of aloofness—or, perhaps, a love for his own toned body—had his shirt strung over his shoulder as if it were a mere accessory and not something to cover his chest.
Even his eyes were bright, star-inducing, and captivating in the way romance novels often described Fabio.
And... god damn.
Parker had to remind herself to swallow, breathe, and close her mouth before the proverbial flies started swan diving inside.
She liked to think of herself as both professional and not a total creep. She didn't have a problem keeping her eyes to herself at the gym, at the park, at the pool. Blonde men weren't even her type. Actors much less so.
A movie star? The movie star? Please.
Parker would relentlessly tease her brother when he would get all flustered staring at the poster of Cindy Crawford on the wall of his childhood bedroom. She was just a woman, after all.
But now...
Christ, how was it so hot at six am?
She brushed some hair off of her forehead while fiddling with the flimsy label on her water bottle; trying, and failing to pretend that she hadn't just been ogling the lead actor like a starving dog staring at a hambone. People milled around her as she breathed, Venti offering a wave as she hurried off to her next location.
But then there was a wayward bee she had to swat away, pulling her gaze right back up to where it had been, and this time she found that he was the one staring at her.
Static hummed in the back of her mind; no thoughts.
Just Tom Ryder.
Tom Ryder looking delectable in his lack of clothing.
Tom Ryder gazing at her with eyes so blue she suspected he had to be wearing some sort of fake contacts.
Tom Ryder who now was opening his mouth, showing off the teeniest glimpse of dimples, a row of pearly white teeth (where those real?), clearing his throat to say—
"I've been waiting on my coffee for ten minutes now. What the hell is the hold-up?"
Static.
"Huh?" she asked dumbly.
He rolled his eyes, squaring his shoulders at her as he slumped inelegantly into what had previously been her seat.
"My usual. Flat white, nonfat milk, three shots of espresso, with no foam. Extra hot, of course," he recited in a deadpan. It wasn't a polite sort of thing, though, and as she continued to stare at him Parker watched as he swatted away the same bee that had been bothering her with a huff.
As if—how dare a bee bother someone like me!
"Um," she started. Then, when she realized that she wasn't speaking real words, Parker quickly tuned her brain back to a channel that wasn't just static. This channel concentrated around the disbelief at his attitude. "Excuse me?"
He was on his phone now—she wasn't sure where he had conjured it from considering how desperately tight his pants where—and without even looking up he scoffed. "I have a scene in twenty, and I need to have time between drinking my coffee and acting so I'm not all jittery. Honestly, it's not that hard."
Parker blinked at him, then in the general area around them. For a moment she expected a bunch of cameras to be shoved in her face—ha ha! you've been punk'd!—but no one popped out of any bushes. In fact, it seemed that the moment Ryder approached her the surrounding vicinity had emptied.
A pair of assistants across the way caught her eye, immediately went pale in the face, and quickly ducked in the opposite direction as if they had forgotten some important task.
She didn't know what to say, or how to say it, and so Parker just settled with an emphatic scoff. "No."
To that, Tom paused in his texting, and glanced up at her. This time, he was the one that looked bewildered. "What?"
"I said, no," she repeated a bit firmer this time. It felt a bit like sailing, though, and now that she had some wind beneath her sails she found her thoughts functioning once more. "Find someone else to get your cappuccino. Or, better yet, do it yourself."
His eyebrows furrowed crossly. "It was a flat white."
"Fucking great," she snarked, throwing her arms up at him because she didn't quite know what else to do. "There's a Starbucks right over there."
Tom's entire face scrunched up. Ironically, it wasn't an attractive look on him, and suddenly Parker was wondering if all the photo editing was necessary if that's what he normally looked like.
Arrogance was not a good look on anyone. No matter how tight the pants.
"It's your job."
"It's absolutely not," she snapped. He responded by straightening in his (her) seat, phone cast aside, but she cut him off before he could say anything else as equally ridiculous. "And, for the record, if someone ever talked to me like that at my real job, I would quit on the spot."
His features slackened in response.
Parker half wondered if he was hearing static now.
There was the sound of a bullhorn on the far side of the parking lot, and a whole train of people slowly started swarming the area as whatever scene they were filming ended. A pair of stuntmen ambled by, followed by some camera crew, and on the far edge of everything she saw a familiar head of hair step out of a truck.
Familiar as it was identical to the man sitting in front of her.
Not having anything else to say and not trusting herself not to get escorted off the premises for verbally berating the star actor, Parker just snatched her jacket out from behind him with a pointed glare before heading towards where she had last spotted Colt.
It took a bit of effort to dodge all of the people, equipment, and vehicles.
"Uh, hey!" he called after her. Just the sound of his voice seemed to scare some nearby crew into pretending they were busy, and Parker bit the inside of her cheek when she heard his sneakers scrambling after her. "Who do you think you are?"
"Who do you think you are?" she scoffed.
He appeared at her elbow, ducking at the last minute to avoid walking directly into a wooden panel that was being hefted by two burly men. "I'm Tom Ryder."
Bleh.
Parker almost gagged. "Jesus Christ. You can't be serious?"
"Are you—? Of course I'm serious. I am Tom Ryder!"
"That was a rhetorical question," she deadpanned. Something red and embarrassed colored his cheeks. Parker may have taken sympathy on him if he didn't immediately power through the feeling to glare at her. "Just because you're Tom Ryder doesn't mean you get to be an ass to people. Employees or not."
They paused in their argument as a full length mirror was carted in front of them, and with the tug of an elbow she didn't have a choice but to face him.
"I'm not an asshole," he stressed. Though, his tone and glare counteracted the statement no matter how much emphasis he put into it.
Parker rolled her eyes, pleased when the mirror moved past, and elected not to respond at all as she continued on her way. He followed with another, sharper scoff.
"I'm not!"
"No, you're just waiting on your cappuccino, right?" she retorted before squeezing between two tightly parked trailers.
"It was a flat white!" he called after her.
Parker waved a hand flippantly over her shoulder, happy that she had finally managed to shake him, before she was popping out on the opposite side. It was much less crowded here. Just a few assistants, some guys with sound equipment, and her brother chatting a little bit too closely with a pretty blonde woman.
When they didn't notice her approach she had to clear her throat.
The pair jumped apart. The woman, with a red blush on her cheeks, smoothed out her hair with a nervous smile. Colt, on the other hand, greeted Parker with his stereotypical 'no-thoughts-behind-those-eyes' grin.
"Hey, there you are. I was worried you got lost or something."
"Once or twice, but Venti was nice enough to keep me company while we waited for you to come back. Here's your phone," she handed over the device with a half-hearted tut. "Next time don't leave it at home when you have to be on set at a quarter to dawn."
Colt faked a wince. "Sorry. Thanks for bringing it."
Parker waved him off. It wasn't the first time that her brother had forgotten something important, and it certainly wouldn't be the last time. The woman he had been canoodling with was far more interesting a subject this early in the day.
"Hi," she said, sticking her hand out. "I'm Parker."
The blonde responded with a warm smile and a firm hand shake.
Pretty, she thought. Then with a glance at her brother the snarky voice added, too pretty for this idiot.
"Jody. You're Colt's sister?"
"Ah, that's what Mom and Dad told her," Colt joked, leaning towards Jody to add in a stage whisper. "Truthfully, they found her in a parking lot. Just crying in a cardboard box, covered in shit. Tragic, you know. But what can you do? The orphanage wasn't accepting anymore walk-ins so they just had to keep her."
Parker smacked him on the back of the head while Jody laughed.
"Hey, take it easy, Park. I think I still have a concussion from this morning's barrel roll," he whined while subtly rubbing a sore spot on his neck. He was covered in sand and fake glass, and Jody took a moment to brush it out of his hair. He was utterly pleased to have her touching him. Suddenly, the wounded look didn't feel so genuine. "My insurance doesn't cover domestic violence, you know."
"Does it cover domestic kissing?" she asked with a devious waggle of the eyebrows.
Jody immediately turned pink.
"You can leave now, Park," Colt deadpanned. He waved his phone at her pointedly. "Thanks for the delivery and everything, uh, see you at Christmas, have fun with whatever it is you spend your days doing—"
Parker swatted his hands away as he tried to usher her in the direction she had come. He whined at that as well—blowing air on his bruised and bloodied knuckles—while she slipped under his elbow to shoulder right up next to Jody.
"Want to get drinks?" she asked.
Jody blinked. First at Parker, then to Colt. "Er... right now?"
"After your shift. I have an over abundance of limes and mint at the moment thanks to my roommate. I could make us some mojitos. Share some childhood stories about Colt, maybe show you some high school yearbook pictures. He had a bowl cut until his twenties, you know."
"No, no, no," Colt intervened with a nervous chuckle. His bruised knuckles didn't seem to mind manhandling her by the neck as he tugged her away from Jody. "That's not—bowl cuts were cool here in America, but, uh... You don't need to talk to her, okay. Just ignore her, Jody. There's no need to take pity on her just because she was abandoned in a Walmart parking lot."
"Oh, it's Walmart now, is it?" she chirped while struggling in his hold. Jody bit her lip to hold in her laugh. "Last time it was Target. The time before that it was a Ralph Lauren."
"It's going to be a retirement home if you don't—"
"I love mojitos," Jody chimed in much to Parker's delight.
She grinned while Colt pinched the bridge of his nose in defeat.
"You really don't have to," he tried.
"I want to."
"Are you sure? Like sure sure. Because she was arrested once for stalking, you know. And lying. She's a big ole liar, this one."
"Oh," Jody giggled with a sparkle in her eye, "I'm very sure."
"Because—"
Colt and Jody's joking was cut off when Tom Ryder—gone, but not forgotten—appeared with a huff. He still didn't have his coffee, and it looked like the lack of caffeine wasn't helping his mood in the slightest. At the very least he was now wearing his shirt. "Is she bothering you, too? Do I need to call security?"
The three froze.
Colt swung his head between Ryder and his sister (who he now had in a head lock) while his eyes grew to cartoonish proportions.
"She bothered you?" he asked in a high-pitched voice. Parker pinched the sensitive spot on his hip when he squeezed her with his elbow, and Tom's eyebrows drifted all the way up his forehead when Colt let out an embarrassingly girlish squeal. Her brother did his best to save face by clearing his throat. "I, uh, I thought I told you not to talk to anyone, Park? Or bother anyone? Or do anything other than sit and wait for me!"
"I was waiting for you."
"What did you do?"
"Nothing!"
"Oh, nothing. That's rich," he hissed down at her before planting a big smile on his face. As if he wasn't currently talking around the woman he had in a chokehold. "Sorry, Tom. She was just dropping something off for me. I told her to mind her own business, but she's never been all that good at doing what she was told. I'm pretty sure she should be in a med ward right now. Insomnia, pill addiction, the works. Nothing she says should be taken for granted. You know, one time she broke into a—"
"Okay, that's it," she sighed.
Then promptly elbowed her brother in the balls. Colt didn't have any air in his lungs to squeal, but they all watched him pitch forward with a noise that sounded suspiciously close to a gag.
She shot him a purely unimpressed look before straightening up, fixing her hair, and announcing, "I wasn't bothering him. I was minding my own business. He was bothering me."
Tom's jaw slackened in disbelief. "You called me an asshole!"
"You were being an asshole!"
"I'm Tom Ryder. I'm allowed to be an asshole if I want!"
Parker smirked. "Oh, so you admit it then. You were being an asshole."
He stuttered, unsure of how to respond to that, while Colt propped a finger in the air between them. He was still bent over in pain, breathing through his nose, as he added in a breathy voice, "you can be an asshole if you want."
The placation did nothing, and Tom's eyes bugged wide in disbelief as he shouted, "I wasn't being an asshole!"
The crewmen milling about all paused to glance at Tom; an assistant started yelling into her headset in the interim. Embarrassed, Tom took a few deep breaths while running a hand through his hair. Parker hated how easily his locks fell into perfect curls on his forehead. Effortless.
Hot.
Ugh! She really hated men.
There was a noise halfway between a giggle and a cough, and Parker peeked over her shoulder to find Jody smothering her amusement at the situation behind her hand. Her eyes still sparkled, though, and Parker was sure right then and there that she would get along just fine with Colt's new lady friend.
When Tom glanced at her, however, she pretended to swat away a bug with an innocent wide-eyed look.
"Sorry," she cleared her throat as professionally as she could manage. "There was a... fly."
Colt found his voice—and breath by then—and as he straightened to his full height he put on his best serious looking face. "Listen, man, I'm sorry about my sister. She's not even supposed to be here. I just forgot something at home and—"
"She's your sister?"
Colt hemmed and hawed. "Well, you know, not technically. There was this whole box-at-a-Walmart type situation but—we don't have to get into it," he waved a hand flippantly when he caught the bewildered furrow of Tom's eyebrows. "She was just about to leave. You'll never have to see her again. Who knows? Maybe she'll die of loneliness or something. Crazier things have happened."
Parker rolled her eyes at her brother's blatant ass kissing. It was pathetic, and a little bit embarrassing.
"I didn't know you had a sister," Tom said as he stared at her. There was a new light in his eyes; enlightened, maybe. Suspicious, definitely. Parker crossed her arms with a petulant huff through her nose. "I thought you were, like, an orphan."
"Why would you...?" Colt started, before shaking away the thought. "Nope. I got parents. And a sister. Obviously. A sister that was just about to leave. Right, Parker?"
She definitely could have hung around a little longer if she felt like being a right pain in the ass, but it wasn't even seven am, she had yet to eat breakfast, and she was getting a headache from being around someone that was so incredibly hot yet so incredibly awful. It was like her brain didn't know how to compute every time she looked at him.
Parker conceded with a sigh. "Yeah, I was just leaving."
"See?" he smiled. "She was just leaving."
She ignored her brother's pestering to smile at Jody. "It was nice meeting you. You can get my number from Colt, and I'll text you my address."
Despite the attention of Tom and Colt, Jody managed a genuine smile. "Brills. I'll see you later then. Assuming you don't die of loneliness between now and then."
Parker snorted. Jody giggled. Colt was still breathing steadily through his nose and trying not to puke.
"You can come too, dipwad," she reminded him tartly. Beside him Tom crossed one arm over the other with a sour look. She doubted he liked being talked over and not to, as well as having been called an asshole three times in a single conversation. To him she gave a pretty flap of the eyes. "You're not invited."
He ground his jaw at her, but she could see the flicker of annoyance to not be included in this little get together. "I'd rather eat dirt."
"You might have to if your coffee takes any longer," she chirped in response. Parker stuck around long enough for him to realize she was goading him before turning to leave. She waggled her fingers at him on her way past. "Break a leg!"
She was feeling pretty good about herself as she headed off in the direction that she had come from. There were even more people milling about now that the new scene was about to start. And just as she ducked past a truck of equipment, there was a shrill call of, "I have a flat white for Mr. Ryder!'
Parker peeked back just in time to watch him burn his tongue on the coffee.
Extra hot, indeed.
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The Fall Guy was one of the best movies I've seen in a while! As an OG Aaron Taylor-Johnson fangirl, I had to write this blurb just to get the itch out of my brain. No idea if I will transition this into something more or not. For now, please enjoy my brain itchiness and ATJ.
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More Funko Pop! ideas for Beetlejuice and Beetlejuice Beetlejuice.
Be warned. It's a long-ish post.
I made one earlier:
Spoilers if you haven't watched Beetlejuice Beetlejuice or Beetlejuice. I'll add gifs and pics for reference later, but if you're a fellow Juice box and have watched the films, then you'll know them.
Here's a chart/guide for the types of Funko Pops:
Note: "A Chase is a rare variant of a common Funko figure, whereby its design differs slightly to the original figure it's based upon."
Beetlejuice (1988)
Pop! Deluxe: Delia getting trapped by her art statue (the first time when they were moving their stuff inside the house)
Pop! Common: Lydia with her camera and maybe also holding the polaroid of the "No feet" (hopefully, this is the design they'll release for the upcoming Beetlejuice Funko Pops that have been leaked)
Pop! Moment: Wedding clothes Betelgeuse and Lydia, they're first wedding, with that alien priest and the altered chimney (kinda repetitive using their wedding clothes, but they're freaking iconic outfits)
Pop! Ride, Moment or Premium: Betelgeuse's commercial, him as a cowboy, with the cow and lasso spinning and his sign
Pop! Common: Betelgeuse's cowboy outfit
Pop! Common: Betelgeuse in his robe, the one he was wearing when he met Lydia in the attic
Pop! Moment: Lydia dancing Jump In The Line mid air
Pop! Common: Juno
Pop! Commons or 2 Pack: Adam and Barbara Maitlands in their wedding outfits (possible Chase variants would be their decaying body, or Barbara with the zipper mouth or steel plate)
Pop! Common: Adam in normal outfit with a long nose
Pop! Common: Otho (possible Chase variant would be the outfit Betelgeuse put him in, the pale blue suit)
Pop! Moment: Betelgeuse about to be eaten by the Sandworm
Pop! Moment: Betelgeuse in the waiting room between the witch doctor and the shrinker hunter
Pop! Deluxe or Moment: Betelgeuse floating after the Maitlands dug him out of his coffin
Pop! Town: Lydia and the Winter River model
Pop! Common: Betelgeuse with a cigarette or at least just holding it (let me have my smoking Betelgeuse 😭)
Pop! Common: Lydia with the veil (the outfit she wore on their first dinner after moving in)
Pop! Ride: Barbara riding the Sandworm
Pop! Common: Sandworm
Those for now.
Betelgeuse as a snake, Betelgeuse w/tombstone, Beej w/shrunken head and Here Lies Betelgeuse (Deluxe) are already rumoured to be the new designs from the leaked next line up.
Beetlejuice Beetlejuice (2024)
Pop! Commons or 4 pack: Delia, Astrid, Lydia and Rory outfits at Charles' funeral
Pop! Moment: Lydia and Betelgeuse in the attic after she summoned him (the Winter River model in between them, Beej floating on the other end of the table)
Pop! Moment: Lydia, Rory and Betelgeuse therapist scene
Pop! Town: Astrid with the Winter River model
Pop! Common: Delia holding the asps
Pop! Common: Rory in his poor excuse of a wedding outfit (possible Chase variant is him wearing that shirt Betelgeuse put on him, "I ❤️ Delores") 😆
Pop! Common: Rory holding the cardboard boxes over his head
Pop! Moment: Betelgeuse injecting Rory with the Truth Serum
Pop! Common: Wolf Jackson in his suit holding a paper cup filled with coffee
Pop! Common: Wolf Jackson in his leather trench coat holding a gun (possible Chase variant would be when he was covered in cake when he fell into it) 😆
Pop! Common: Delores when she was alive (possible Chase variant would be her wearing the plague doctor mask)
Pop! Common: Betelgeuse when he was alive, the one he wore while grave robbing (possible Chase variant would be after he got poisoned, foam on the mouth)
Pop! & Buddy: Lydia or Betelgeuse with Baby Juice (I'm sorry 😭)
Pop! & Buddy or Moment: Lydia with miniature Betelgeuse playing the guitar
Pop! Common: Bob disguised as Betelgeuse
Pop! Moment: Lydia at the set of Ghost House sitting on her chair, and across from her is Betelgeuse in an audience chair, munching on pop corn
Pop! Moment: Sandworm chase scene with Lydia and Astrid
Pop! Deluxe or Moment: Betelgeuse sitting on a stool, microphone on hand about to tell his backstory
Pop! Moment: Lydia and Betelgeuse in the attic, Lyds holding the Handbook for the Recently Deceased and Beej holding their marriage agreement contract
Pop! Common: Betelgeuse with his hands together in a prayer position (possible Glow in the Dark Chase variant would be him getting caught on fire)
Pop! Deluxe: Betelgeuse reading a newspaper while sitting behind his desk
Pop! Common or Deluxe: Delia screaming in front of the camera ("Why?")
Pop! Common: Astrid in her school uniform
Pop! Commons: Astrid and/or Lydia holding Betelgeuse's new and updated flier
Pop! Common: Richard
Pop! Common: Jeremy Frazier (possible Chase variant would either the clothes he died in or his James Dean costume)
Pop! Common: Betelgeuse wearing the Immigration staff uniform, complete with hat
Pop! Common: The Janitor (love me some more Devito Pops!)
Pop! Common: Father Damien (preferably in the robes he wore for the wedding, Burn Gorman is freaking hilarious in this film 😆)
Pop! Common: Baby Juice (Betelgeuse Baby or his inner child)
Pop! Common, Deluxe, Super or Jumbo: Inflating or blown up Betelgeuse
Pop! Moment: Lydia and Betelgeuse in bed together after the nightmare dream (freaking indulge me, let me daydream 😭)
Pop! Common or Moment: Betelgeuse and Lydia in the attic, a wall with a bomb drawn on it and the tip of Betelgeuse's thumb is lit
Pop! Commons or 8 Pack: Bob, Al, Brad, Chuck, Dave, John, Phil and Tom the Shrinkers
Pop! Common: Betelgeuse in his El Matador outfit (might become an Exclusive, to be honest, a lot of the designs above are Exclusives types, too)
Every scene that Betelgeuse and Lydia are in together is worth being made into a Pop! Moment, the "Let's go, honey", "We're like Bonnie and Clyde, but without the bullet holes", "I'm gonna make you so happy", "You want me to marry you; I thought you'd never ask", "That was you stalking me; If stalking means trying to remarry the love of my life, then I'm guilty as charged, c'mere", half of these I don't even know how to make into a Funko scene, but all of them are just too good 😭 I WANNA MAKE EVERY PART OF THE WEDDING A FUNKO POP MOMENT!
Anyways, that's it for now. Some of the scenes I have in mind probably can't be executed properly in a Pop! Moment.
#beetlejuice#beetlejuice beetlejuice#betelgeuse#lydia deetz#delia deetz#charles deetz#adam maitland#barbara maitland#juno#otho#astrid deetz#father damien (beetlejuice beetlejuice)#jeremy frazier#delores#rory (beetlejuice beetlejuice)#beetlelyds#beetlejuice & lydia#beetlejuice x lydia#bob the shrinker#the shrinkers#funko pop#baby juice#beetlejuice baby#juice box (Beetlejuice fan)#beetlebabes
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The Dutchess of Camden
Hobie wants to take Diane to her first punk show. And she has just the outfit. (a.k.a How Diane got her punk battlejacket - aka I saw this photo of Fran Fine and laughed so hard.)
DiscoPunk - DiscoSpider!Diane x Hobie Brown - PURE FLUFF. More fluff than a cappucino with extra foam. FLUFFY
Also this post was largely inspired by @spidey-bie and their post about Ansi & Hobie!!
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Diane isn't punk.
With chiffon skirts and silk shirts and glittery nails and light up roller-wheels - if anything, she was the farthest thing from it. But that never stopped her, did it?
Without a doubt, she was still Hobie's #1 fan.
Hobie had only known Diane a couple of weeks - and it was only four months ago that he'd met her that in that darkened club, a Daiquiri on her lips and a joint at her fingertips.
And since then, the party hadn't stopped.
Hobie didn't have an explanation for it - but for some reason, Diane seemed to like him. If anything, she seemed to adore him. And that in itself wasn't a rarity -
She just wasn't afraid to show it.
Out of a room full of people, she'd be the one to approach him first. In a cafeteria full of tables, she was the one to ask if she could sit at his, just because 'y'all seem like you're having fun'.
And regardless of what anyone had to say about it, to Hobie - that only added to the appeal. Because Diane said it all the time -
'Closed mouths don't get fed - Ain't that right?'
Over the weeks, he'd gotten used to her face, front row at SpiderBand's every show. He'd gotten use to her laugh, and the way she'd smile every time he told a joke - no matter how unoriginal. How he could make her laugh without fail.
He'd gotten use to the way he felt when he knew she was there, safe somewhere nearby.
Like praying for someone to turn up to school that day, and then hearing that they did.
And did having her on his arm, his voice in her ear, an inside joke between the two of them - mean them anything?
Hobie didn't know. And he didn't care.
It didn't matter what Diane being at his side made her - as long as she wasn't going anywhere.
And so he'd bring her along for the ride, as long as she'd let him.
Hobie and Diane had known weeks, and she was never shy to invite herself, asking for permission to tag along any place that sounded funky enough for her to find it far out.
And he was never one to tell her 'No'.
But there was one place she'd yet to go - and that was 138.
"Oi, I'm taking you to a rock show tonight. It's in 138, so try to blend in, alright?"
"Of course!" she says. "I've been waiting for this! I have just the outfit."
And then she turns up in this.
Diane looks at him and goes "What'd I tell ya!"
She's so proud of herself. She thinks she's killing it. She brought that outfit the month she met him and she's been waiting for this moment.
She's like -
Hobie has to cover his face. Because if he looks at her - he's gonna start laughing. Cause what iN THE HELL-
Hobie looks at her like -
"Di, where'd you get that?"
She's like "Malala (Spider-UK). It's SO CUTE right. I look all posh!"
Hobie is like "You look like a Spice Girl. You look like Scary Spice and Ginger Spice had a baby."
Diane takes a moment to assess the situation. She reads his body language. And of course she's like "I feel very complimented but your tone of voice is saying otherwise, Hobart."
Cause what do you mean??? she absolutely understood the assignment!!!
Hobie takes a moment. He loves the enthusiasm, but still, he considers a way to break it to her softly, before telling her "Yo, me and my mates be setting that flag on fire-"
"Good cause it looks fire on ME."
And.. She's not lying. So what's the problem?!?
Hobie doesn't have one. And it'll be a frigid day in hell before he tells Diane to change - for any reason, clothes or otherwise.
He asks her if she'd dead set on wearing it, and she's goes "What- do you think the skirt is too tight to dance in? I can. Don't worry, I checked."
If she's going to have a good time, that's all he cares about. And Hobie just smiles, telling her if that's the case then the outfit is bloody perfect.
Because somehow Diane finding the most perfectly coordinated outfit regardless of crowd, vibe, occasion, or time of day, seemed so entirely her.
Not faking it for him in ripped fishnets or studded clothes. Turning up in her perfect black stockings and the most painfully British outfit she could find.
And it wasn't until she pointed to him, that he understood why. "I wanted to match - you know, your pin." she says, pressing a manicured nail to his lapel. "It's my favorite one."
To him, the outfit is perfect. Funny as hell, but perfect.
"Brilliant taste you have." "Couldn't you tell from my taste in boys?"
The whole 'blending in' thing went out the window. But the outfit is a hit.
People couldn't help but notice the 6 foot girl who wore stilettos and a Union Jack to the function. A regular in the circuit, Hobie couldn't help but stay by her side - watching amused as she looked around the shitty backalley venue like it was a palace.
It was so different from the discos.
Diane couldn't help but marvel at how 'Hobie' the world seemed. "You're still the coolest thing here, though." She tells him over and over.
Hobie makes sure to keep an arm over her shoulder, not out of possessiveness, but the fact that Diane was liable to drifting off, eyes dazzled at how cool and punk and textured and rough everything seemed, how vibrant people were.
And Hobie loved it.
He wants her to love it, to enjoy herself. To smile and laugh and go on and on about how funky everything was. "But like - in a you way."
He wanted her to have a good time, but Hobie knew eventually, someone would say something.
And it came with a laugh.
"Christ, that's gotta be the funniest thing I've seen tonight." A guy wearing red liberty spikes said, and Hobie recognized him as Ned, a guitarist in some straight edge band.
And the girl at his side, Betty, grinned as she laughed along.
And Hobie wondered if he should scare them off, or give Diane a chance to bite their heads off first. Until Betty said-
"Fuck. I wish I'd thought of that."
"Huh?" Diane asked pointedly, seemingly more annoyed at the distribution of her Hobie-induced haze than anything else.
"Ain't that a giant 'fuck you' to the fascists - a black chick wearing their 'heritage' like it's the new spring collection - I'd pay to see the first skinhead that had a butchers at you," Betty said and she was a black girl herself, hair in neat boxbraids. "They'd be fucking fuming."
Diane side-eyed Hobie for a translation, and Hobie smirked, leaning in closer to her ear. "That's a good thing," he assured her, voice teeming with pride as he gave her shoulder a squeeze.
Because pissing off skinheads was very much a compliment.
Diane raised her eyebrows, because she surely couldn't tell. But, if Hobie said it, she was willing to take his word on it.
"Thank you..?" She chuckled, a hand on Hobie's arm. "Sorry, I ain't that good at speaking British. Hobie usually translates for me - Thank God he speaks American or I'd be so lost -"
"And she's American - that's fucking hilarious. No wonder she doesn't give a fuck." Ned said, grinning, pointing to her top.
And finally, Diane looked down - as if she'd just noticed what they meant.
"The flag?" She questioned, pouting her lips in confusion. "Am I supposed to give a fuck about the flag?"
"You aren't." Betty said. "That's what's so punk about it."
Her face lit up. Diane didn't speak British, but that she understood.
And she had to turn her face into Hobie's shoulder to not squeal. They said her perfect outfit was punk!
They said she was Punk!
Hobie stiffled his laughter, pulling Diane closer as he reached up to ruffle her perfectly curled hair.
Diane bit back her euphoria as she composed herself, flattered beyond belief. And to the pair in front of her, Diane said -
"Why, thank you!" mimicking a curtsey, head bowed and knees bent.
The pair burst out laughing.
And then, they did the same, playing along.
"Pleasure is ours, Your Majesty.~" Betty snickered, nudging Ned to get him to play along, and the dark-skinned boy did the same. "And to whom do we owe the honor?" he asked.
"Diane." Hobie said, squeezing her at the waist for a moment, and before she could tell them otherwise, Hobie said. "Call her Dutchess, yeah?"
Betty held back a snort. "Dutchess - She the Dutchess of Camden then?"
"Brilliant, you two." Ned said. "Leave it to Hobie to find a cheeky one."
Diane was glowing in his arms.
"The Duchess of Camden." Hobie said, a smirk coming to his lips. He adored the sound of it. "That she is. A national treasure, this one." And he believed it.
Hobie couldn't help but drink in the joy on Diane's face.
The name was so prestigious sounding - glamourous even - and Diane had no idea what the hell a Dutchess was, but she damn sure knew what royalty meant.
But nothing could compare to Hobie's words.
She pressed her hands to her cheeks, drinking in the flattery. And when she looked at Hobie her eyes were elated, dazzled to share the moment with him.
"Oh my, What a Prince Charming!" Diane laughed, wrapping her arms around Hobie. Who knew people in his universe would be just as cool, as interesting, as kind?
Who knew that not caring or thinking about British culture at all - not trying to make a statement, or say much of anything at all, could be punk? Hobie didn't.
Somehow, though, Diane managed to work miracles.
"Well, Dutchess," Ned said. "I take it you and Prince Charming here fancy a cordial invitation to the pub after this?"
Diane's jaw nearly dropped. "A Pub, like a Tavern?" And she couldn't imagine anything more British than a tavern. "Like the kind that serves pints? Just say the word and I'll call my horse-drawn carriage!"
Dutchess rode carriages, right? Who else would?
Betty shook her head, a grin on her lips. "Enjoy the show, Your Highness." she said, lacing her fingers with Ned's before weaving them back into the crowd.
For a second, Diane didn't say anything - cheeks glowing with the smile she was fighting back. Hobie wished he could make her feel that way forever.
"Well Punk royalty, how do you feel?" he asked, his voice low enough just for her to hear.
"You know," Diane said, turning to look at him, and slowly she laced her arms around his neck. "With this dimension time travel stuff - it's like you're the Punk Doctor Who, and I'm your companion, right? You know that British show, Doctor Who? The watch is like our Tardis-"
"Diane," Hobie said. "Never change."
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Hobie didn't know what this made him, but he didn't care.
He'd take Diane any place she'd follow. Any place she'd follow, he'd want her there.
Even here, on the curb of a street somewhere in London. Outside of a 24-hour Chip Shop at 3am.
Diane had followed him to 138 - and in return he'd followed her to a punk show. And then to an afterparty, and then to a pub, and then another.
And more and more people came over, to laugh and talk, to invite her into the community. And bit by her bit, her 'perfect' outfit had gained color.
A pin passed on from a friend, a patch someone would pull off their jacket, fishing for bobby pins to pin it to hers. A clover patch to match his pin, an A sprawled across the front like The Scarlet Letter.
Hobie couldn't describe the way Diane looked at him every time, the way she squeezed his hand and didn't let go. But that didn't matter. He just wanted her to do it more and more.
By stop two, she was complaining about her feet. But come 20 minutes, without fail - there she was, hanging on his sleeve. Asking him to leave so they could go someplace more her speed, 'hipper to the groove'.
And he'd always say 'Yes'. There wasn't a moment of it that he regretted.
He'd follow her anywhere, because he knew she'd do the same. And now, sitting on the curb on some random street in East London, Diane had the beginnings of her own battle jacket.
And a backpatch to match his, with her own addition:
'Punk's Not Dead.' 'He's back at my place.'
Hobie popped open the box of takeout, steam escaping as he lifted the flaps on the fish & chips. Beside him, Diane rolled her eyes in ecstasy at just the smell of it, throwing her head back in excitement.
Needless to say, Diane was plastered.
"You spoil me." she squealed leaning in closer to gaze at the sacred food that sat in Hobie's lap, her arm looped with his as the smell of fresh battered fish rose from the box.
Hobie lifted up a bit of fish, holding it out to Diane. "You ever tried this? Can't say you've been to London until you have. Like going to New York and leaving without the pizza." he smirked, eager to see her reaction - that look in her eyes.
Diane leaned forward, taking a bite of the fish without even taking it from his hand - too drunk to care.
"I don't know if it's because I'm drunk, or because I'm with you - but British food is so good." she snickered, stealing a chip from the box.
Carefully, she sniffed it.
"It has vinegar." he told her, watching as Diane nodded seriously, before pointing the chip at the box. "And that?" she asked.
"Mushy peas."
"Mushed peas?" Diane said, part bewildered, but mostly disgusted. "Mushed peas - is that what you said?"
Hobie snickered. "You ain't gotta eat them. I'll eat them if you don't want to-"
"You're gonna eat them?!" Diane demanded, jaw agape. "I was just complimenting you're national cuisine and now you're offering me pea sludge?" she laughed, almost in disbelief.
"You ain't gotta eat the pea sludge, Dutchess. Dump it in the harbor if you wanna kick off. That's what you all do, yeah?"
Now Diane's expression turned to shock. "Don't compare me to a Bostoner! As a New Yorker, I take offense to that." she said, stealing another chip. "You don't see me calling you a Birmingham-nite or whatever."
"Brummie -" Hobie corrected. "Surprised you know about them."
"I don't." Diane assured him. "I just know they exist."
Hobie grinned, taking a bite of fish, as for once - London seemed quiet around them.
No loud music. No crowd, or laughter, no anything. Just them. And Hobie realized that this was the first time they'd been alone - since that night they'd met, four months ago.
And he still felt the same as he did back then - in the alleyway behind the club, bathed in neon lights.
He had slipped into her world to find her - and now here she was, slipping in to his. And here, now, with her post-show hair, and smudged red lips, and blurred eye-liner. In her spray-painted jacket, and a hangover around the corner - he wouldn't have it any other way.
"Hobie -" Diane asked, eyes far away. "Can I ask you something?"
"You just did." he snickered, simply because he knew it would get her attention. Diane grinned, even despite herself, and she shoved his shoulder.
But he could tell, whatever it was - she meant it. "Anything." he said.
"Why do you.. let me follow you around?" she asked, and even to her, the words felt clumsy, clouded by nerves and 4 pints of beer.
"I mean - Why do you put up with it?" she asked, voice barely at whisper. And for the first time, it was like she couldn't look at him. And yet he couldn't look away.
"With what everyone says. I mean - I know that you hear it. And..I'm not subtle about it. But you never complain. Or tell me to go away. I guess at a certain point, a part of me thought that maybe you just...didn't want to hurt my feelings, I guess."
Diane said, trying to swallow the lump in her throat.
"But then, you invited me here. And you've been so kind to me all night. Even though I'm just some chick who shows up to your shows. And, I don't know how to thank you, or why you do it." she said, voice barely a whisper.
"Because I know that you care. Cause I can tell you do." Hobie said. "And I can tell you don't want nothing of me. You aren't asking me for romance or anything. We can just be together. Wherever. And that's enough. More than enough." Hobie said, and to him, the answer came easy. Now that it was her who was asking.
And maybe that was it. "We're enough for each other."
And she was more than enough for him. More than enough for him to watch to keep her around, and then some.
Diane's expression softened, the lump in her throat growing. "Thank you," she said. "For never making me feel like I was annoying. Or like I wasn't worth your time."
For making her feel like she was enough, always.
"You are worth my time, Daiquiri." Hobie said, and he reached up to brush a stray curl from Diane's face. "Don't want you to ever think otherwise. I don't know why you do it - what I did to deserve it.
But it doesn't matter. I ain't letting you get rid of me now."
Beside him, Diane grinned, hanging her head in bashfulness.
"I'd kiss your cheek right now, if I didn't smell of fish and vinegar right now." she told him, and instead, so instead she pressed a kiss to her fingers, before smooshing it in his face.
Hobie snorted, grabbing her arm and pulling her closer. Pressing kisses to her forehead, even as she faked a grimace. Because he didn't care about fish or vinegar or anything else. Just her.
Diane laughed, shoving away from him just as Hobie asked "And what about you?"
"What about me?" "Why do you do it?" he asked. "I mean, could have any bloke on any Earth. But you choose me."
And he would never understand it, but he would always be grateful.
For a moment, Diane had to think about it - and Hobie wondered if she ever questioned it herself. Or if she just did what made her happy, and worried about any bridge when she came to it.
Diane shrugged a bit, stealing another chip as she thought, eyes lidded and voice quiet under the haze of alcohol.
"I dunno. You make me feel safe, I guess." She said, and maybe it was that simple. Because saying it felt right.
"I don't have to worry - about you laughing at me, or judging me, slutshaming me. You don't think I'm stupid, or annoying. I mean, you let me wear this outfit, you made me feel good about it. So I trust you."
Because she could tell he cared too.
Hobie grinned, leaning forward to brush his nose against hers, their own form of kiss. "And that's enough for you to treat me as good as you do?"
"I mean, we met when I was shitfaced drunk." Diane said, well aware she was probably shitfaced right now. "In a club, basically throwing myself at you - and you somehow got me home and into bed." And she snickered at the memory alone. "You even put my bonnet on me."
"You were there the first time I saw the Sun. Or a sunset. I guess I feel like if you're there, it'll be okay. Or like, super far out - groovy, psychedelic, absolutely dynamite!"
She laughed. "Like tonight. Thanks for tonight, Hobie."
"Anything for you, Dutchess." he told her.
"Look at you, treating me like Queen Eliza." "Elizabeth." "Does it matter?"
Did it matter what they were?
"Not at all."
Because they were enough.
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"Are you actually going to eat the pea sludge?" "What, is that a crime, your highness?" "No, but it should be."
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Hobie will keep Diane ignorant about British culture, if it's the last thing he does. He finds it really, really funny.
And that's the story of how Diane got her punk jacket, why Hobie calls her 'Dutchess', and why they stick with each other through everything. UUHHHH N-E-WAY I think this might be like my first DiscoPunk fic holymotherof!!!!! I LOVE THEM. I LOVE THEM. I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM. Let your OCs be loved. If you read this far thank you so much! It genuinely means a lot, so thank you for your time! In an act of gratitude here is Hobie
(thats them im gonna go cry)
#Diane: British people are so silly and funny look at me I'm Bri'ish#Pavi: look at I I'm Bri'ish I like stealing other countries artifacts#I LOVE NON-CONVENTIONAL RELATIONSHIPS#MY BABIES MY BABIES#spiderman#atsv#spider man#marvel#across the spiderverse#hobie brown#spider punk#spiderpunk#NOT proofread but full of LOVE#spidersonas#spidersona#hobie x oc#hobie brown x oc#oc art#my ocs
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Been There All Along
Hellooooo.
She's here and she's beautiful. Harry and Stella are complex characters because humans generally tend to be. So, keep that in mind when reading. I left my desk last night and found it hard to accept that these two people don't actually exist. Ya girl's a little too ✨invested✨ in her made-up people.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading this. She's a long one, so get a nice hot drink and settle in.
Please like, reblog and follow if you enjoy it!
My asks are also open for feedback and ideas to how this universe can continue.
I give you... Part 2.
Nel xo
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Where Harry goes on a lovely Sunday stroll with an old friend and things get reminiscent.
Read Part One here.
Warnings: angst | swearing | mentions of blood
Word count: 4.1k
Harry took a deep breath in as his eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight outside his London home. Through the busy Saturday traffic he could just about hear the birds chirping. He loved days like that, where the sky was wall-to-wall blue, where the air was chilly but comfortable if you warmed up and chased the sun's rays. He pulled the front door shut and trotted down the three steps that led to the pavement below. The terraced South Kensington abode he shared with Stella was stifling him. So, when Ellis texted to say she was in town for work, he'd jumped at her offer of a cup of coffee and a stroll.
He'd left Stella and the cats catching up on the previous night's episode of Love Island. She was due for an evening shift that night so she just wanted to chill after making a Sunday roast for the two of them. They'd had a long few nights talking things through and making up for lost time. There was rather a lot that they needed to think about and a lot of things they both needed to consider, they'd realised.
He pulled his sunglasses down from where they'd been rested atop his head and set off in the direction of the tube station. He kept his black scarf wrapped over his mouth and chin, for warmth and in the hopes of harbouring some anonymity for as long as possible. He could usually get away with it - it had been over a decade and both he and Stella had gotten very good at sneaking around so as not to be noticed, but it was always a challenge.
Walking along the pavement, he noticed the woman in front of him and marvelled at her wonderful shoe choice. Knee-high boots of dark green snakeskin. She looked great in her dark brown suede coat with its marabou feather trim. Of course, he couldn't just stop and tell her that he liked her outfit, but in that moment he really wished he could. He took a step off the pavement edge and overtook her, turning his head to nod in acknowledgement, being sure not to linger too long.
As he approached the station he began to get slightly anxious as he saw the large crowds funnelling in and out of the station. He questioned why he'd recommended that he and Ellis should meet there a little over half an hour before. He kept his head down and adjusted his tote over his shoulder.
"Hey, stranger." He heard Ellis before she squeezed his arm through his big puffer jacket. She said it close to him and pulled him into a hug quickly. She knew to be discreet so as not to draw any unnecessary attention. He bent slightly to bring her close for a quick squish before letting go with a smile.
"So good to see you, mate," he responded. "Love the hat." He said, tugging the green woollen brim of it over her eyes in jest. She laughed and stepped back to start walking.
"Thanks, dickhead," She replied. "Come on then, show me where you get your pretentious non-fat, no-foam, sugar-free latte's, Mr Hollywood."
"Oh, God you sound like Stella." He grumbled, still with a smirk as he led the way to Florence's Patisserie. They did the best lemon shortbreads, he made a mental note to remember to grab one for Stella.
"I'm only pulling your leg. We have much to discuss though." She looked at him with a knowing, mischievous glint in her eye. Ellis was always the 'wise' one of their friendship group. Always the one to oversee drama and try to distil it. She and Stella had always gotten along, since school, but she'd always been closer to Harry.
It was only a five-minute walk from the station to the café and Harry was glad of it as he'd started hearing whispers from the pedestrians flocking the streets.
"It never gets any less weird, does it." Ellis said rhetorically, as she glanced at a group of girls with their camera phones pointed at the pair. Harry gave her a tight-lipped smile. It definitely didn't bother him as much as it used to. It only really became a burden to him when his friends began to feel uncomfortable being around him. It terrified him to think that he could have lost crucial friendships in the past because of it. People that could have been a big part of his life had he not been famous. It made him that much more thankful for his blonde friend of over a decade, and the feeling warmed his belly.
The familiar pretty millennial pink writing quickly became visible in the distance and Harry sped up, seeing the end in sight. He held open the door for Ellis to step through and followed her, asking what she fancied.
"They do every alternative milk you could think of, if that's something you're into now?" Ellis gave him a look.
"Just good old cows milk will do for me, lad." He nodded and stepped up to order.
"Can I have a triple shot flat white, please? And a," he motioned for Ellis to order.
"Just a regular vanilla latte, please," She said, smiling. "Oh, and one of your delicious-looking pan-au-chocolat's as well, please." She thanked Harry for paying and they moved to the end of the counter to wait. Harry asked her about what she was doing for work in London while adding a sugar sachet to his coffee. They were halfway up the road when Harry stopped.
"Shit, I forgot about Stella."
"What?"
"I forgot to get her anything," Ellis clutched her paper cup for warmth. "Wait here for a sec." He rushed back in the direction of the shop but slowed when he heard a camera shutter. He looked to the side and spotted a paparazzo getting out of a car with a huge camera hanging around his neck. He inhaled sharply, nostrils flaring and turning back to hurry to pull Ellis across the road.
"Never-fucking-mind."
"Bloody hell, Harry how do you keep living like this?"
"Right, so tell me the story. I've heard parts of it from Stell, but I always like to get both sides." Harry sighed and took a sip from his coffee.
"What's Stell's side?" He side-eyed Ellis through his sunglasses, genuinely curious. Ellis side-eyed him right back.
"I'm sure what she's told me is what she's told you," they continued on towards the Heath and Harry swung the rickety old wooden gate open for Ellis to walk ahead. He took another sip of coffee and looked in front of him at the expanse of grassy hills, their destination; a rusting metal bench that sat at the peak. "She feels guilty about the way she handled the situation, but she doesn't regret it." She paused for a moment in thought, he marched by her side, beginning to see his breath exhale into the air as he panted. "She just wants you to be a bit more present, I think."
Harry thought back to their confrontation at MSG.
“You’d know all about it if you listened to anyone talk about anything that wasn’t to do with you.”
Stella always knew the buttons needed to push Harry to another level. It really hurt him to hear her say that. He'd always felt like he made an effort to listen to others - above all, to listen to her. But it definitely made him think twice about the way he'd been treating the people he cared about the most.
"Yeah, we spoke a lot about that. I'm trying, El."
"I wanna say I know you are, but to be completely honest, I don't know if you are or aren't... because we don't really speak much anymore do we?" Harry sighed and rolled his eyes, did all the women in his life recently come together in a meeting and decide it was time to give him a hard time? "Don't stress, I'm just saying." Ellis held her hand up in surrender before he could respond as she watched his brows furrow into a harsh line.
"I thought I was bloody trying, but I had so many exciting things lined up and Stell was so busy with work and..." Ellis pushed for him to continue.
"You can say what you want Harry, I won't tell Stell."
"Argh, she's just infuriating when she gets like this. Like, I don't think she realises how much pressure I'm under every bloody day. She literally ranted at me over the phone over nothing and then she laid me out in front of the people I work with and... listen, I don't wanna sound like a misogynistic prick but sometimes I just don't need all this... this feminine rage!" He finished, his free hand animated until it slapped back down to the top of his thigh. Ellis took a moment before the laughter pushed through her lips into a cackle. Harry snapped his head to look at her and then couldn't help but laugh a little. "Why are you laughing?" He asked in a tone of desperation.
"Oh, Harry you make me laugh. Just say your girlfriend is pissing you off, for God's sake. It's fine! I'm sure I piss Michael off on a daily. You've been with Stella for what? 10 years now? I mean bloody hell if she weren't pissing you off sometimes then I would think something was wrong."
"12 years actually," Harry smirked, tipping his head back to finish off the dregs of his coffee. "Honestly, we argue and bicker but she's never looked at me like she did in New York. She's the best, you know that, but she does do my head in when she gets into these... moods."
"Is it her being in a mood or is she just, I dunno, crying out for you?" She looked at him and he looked contemplative. "I've gotta be honest, and you already know how much I admire your relationship and how you've been able to make it last, but I don't think I could ever be in a relationship with you."
"Meaning?" That stung, but Harry tried not to take offence, he knew Ellis had no ill intent.
"You need to remember how hard it must be for Stella to be in a public relationship. You're literally one of the most famous men in the world right now and she has to navigate that every day," Ellis looked ahead of them, thinking about how much hate Stella got every day and how Harry never defended her. She got a little pissed off at the thought of that. "And half the time you're not even around to make all the agg worth it." She blurted out, taking a gulp of her latte and wincing at the burn at the back of her throat. Harry sighed heavily, growing agitated.
"She kept saying stuff like, 'remember who you are', on the phone. What the fuck is that about? Seriously, she can't expect me to be who I was when we were 16."
"I don't think she really means that, mate."
"Well, last time I checked, she was thoroughly enjoying the perks of being with 'one of the most famous men in the world'." Harry said, smirking cheekily in Ellis's direction.
"Don't be a cocky git, H." Ellis shut him down. She hoped that he hadn't become that person.
Harry chewed his cheek to keep from smiling, he was only winding her up but he knew he could let his ego get the best of him sometimes. He was self-aware, but he tried to go easy on himself after attending therapy sessions over it for many years. How was he not meant to get ahead of himself every once in a while when he had women, and men, lining up to tell him how amazing, handsome and talented he was? Holding up signs asking if they could call him, Daddy? Offering him jobs left and right, in industries he never thought he had any business getting involved in, with an insane amount of zeros added to each cheque they sent Jeff's way?
Stella always kept him on the ground. She'd check him, toot sweet, and with no remorse, and he needed that. But he remembered all the memories they made when they were younger, back in the 1D days. She'd fucking loved being Harry's girlfriend, that was a hill he would gladly die on. She'd loved the fast-paced, glamour of it all. She'd loved being by his side and knowing that almost every girl in the world wanted to be in her position. Travelling the world and fucking their way through tour dates. Waking up, naked and barely remembering any words in the English language but each other's names, and being too in love to worry about it. She'd stayed in the best hotel rooms money could buy and he'd flown her out first class whenever she'd had time off at university. She'd eaten at the best restaurants cities had to offer. He thought back to buying expensive lingerie for her, scheduling it to be delivered while he was rehearsing and returning to the many hotel rooms they stayed in to find her wearing it, sprawled on the bed and looking better than he could ever have imagined. He always marvelled at the way she could take his breath away. Every damn time.
She'd lived every 19-year-old's dream.
"I know she loved being with a pop star when she was a teenager, even into her early 20s... that life was new and exciting, for all of us. We all got swept up in it, including you." Ellis snapped him out of his wandering mind and he frowned, nodding. It was true, Harry's life went from zero to 60 overnight and thus so did Stella's. He made sure to take his friends with him for as long and as far as he could. They had amazing times. But everything changed when Stella graduated into midwifery, it was her dream and she was damn good at it. But her life became very serious, all of a sudden. Harry had begun to feel inadequate as a partner, he found her so impressive and it made him feel inferior. What he had to offer, she didn't want or need anymore. She had this wonderful qualification to bring life into the world, after dedicating years of her life to educating herself for it.
It caused havoc in their relationship, and confrontation began to bubble to the surface in ways it hadn't before. They'd nearly separated but decided to push through. Stella took a year out and Harry knew it was time to call it quits with the band. They'd spent time at home for the first time since Harry got on the X Factor and it changed everything. They both knew they had become a forever thing.
She gave up everything for him, to make it work. Now, perhaps it was time for him to consider doing the same. He looked at his friend, his brows deep in a frown behind his sunglasses.
"She's a grown woman now, Harry. She needs stability and support, she needs a man." Ellis nudged his side, smirking with a wink. "Her man."
"Alexa, play BBC Radio Two." Stella called to the little robotic woman who lived in her bedroom, before she began to ascend the stairs, cup of tea in hand. Delilah, the ginger Maine Coon Harry had brought home almost three years ago, dipped in and out of her legs to follow her, always her shadow. Their other cat, a Ragdoll named Percy, stayed in the living room. He'd jumped, or more accurately plopped, down into the dip in the sofa that Stella left behind when she'd gotten up. Percy was Stella's granddad's beloved pet and she'd taken him in after he passed away. He was 13 years old and yearned for a much slower life in his old age. But she adored him.
Stella and Delilah crossed the landing towards the main bedroom and while Stella went into the ensuite, the cat made haste to sit underneath her dressing table, knowing she would soon be required to keep her owner's feet warm by cuddling up on top of them while makeup was carefully applied.
The figure in the mirror over the sink stared back at Stella, with bags under its eyes and hair pulled up in a messy - not even a nice messy - bun with flyaways sticking out all over the place. She shook her head with a sigh and flicked the cold tap on to splash water over her face, in an attempt to bring her dull skin back to life. Work was killing her, she'd leave one shift, only to be back in for a double six hours later. It'd been a few days since she'd flown back from New York and she'd been almost flat out since. She hoped it was a temporary thing, due to staff members calling in sick and kept her fingers crossed it would die down soon.
The radio had been purely background noise until she heard the familiar notes and dulcet tones of her other half.
"You know it's not the same as it was..."
"You've got that right, babe," she chuckled sadly to herself. She thought back to the night Melanie gave birth to baby Molly and took a long shaky breath inwards.
Wednesday 21 September 2022
The room was dark, all but silent apart from a few monotonous beeps signalling Melanie's heart was still beating. Stella remembered the first time she'd been privy to a situation where all that mattered was that the beeps kept coming. One at a time, steady and consistent, that's all that was needed. She'd had nightmares where the beeps stopped. Dead. Silence.
George's voice, calm but stoic, shook her out of her daze. "You did everything you could, Stella. Dr. Brooks knows what she's doing, this baby will be fine." Stella looked up at him beside her, dressed in his blue labour scrubs, hairnet and mask.
"She has to be, George." Her voice was shaking, what had just happened was one of the most traumatic labours she'd come up against. She couldn't help but blame herself. After all, she'd been up for close to 22 hours by then. She wasn't up to assisting in Mel's labour, she'd been selfish in her choice to rush back and take over. She raised a wobbly hand up to her forehead and rubbed, willing herself not to cry.
Dr. Brooks worked skilfully and moved with absolute purpose, decades of experience had made her hands nimble. This baby needed to come out quickly and efficiently. Melanie had already lost a lot of blood and they couldn't afford for the baby to be starved of oxygen.
Stella closed her eyes and breathed deep.
"Take deep breaths for me, Mel." Stella was between Melanie's legs and it had been nearly an hour of intermittent pushing, to no avail. How could that be when she was fully dilated? "Come on, I know you can do this."
"I can't, I ca-can't." Melanie stuttered above her, taking huge drags from the gas and air, nearing unconsciousness.
"I don't think she's getting any contractions now, G," Stella stated, eyes wide in early panic as she looked at her general manager for help. Stella had already had to cut into Melanie in an attempt to accommodate the baby's head and shoulders, but she was just not budging.
"Stay calm. Mel, Melanie," George spoke gruffly over Stella's head and she snapped her head to look at his sudden move to the top of the bed. Melanie's head had gone slack, the spout of the gas and air tube hanging from her lips that were rapidly turning blue.
"Fuck." Stella whispered, barely audible. The following moments were a blur. She looked down at her gloved hands, gloves that were once blue but had turned red. She looked down at her scrubs, red, all the way down to her knees. "Fuck."
"Alright, here she is," Stella startled out of her reverie with the cry of a newborn. A beautiful newborn baby and it was possibly the most gorgeous sound she'd ever heard. The relief nearly took her out at the knees. George threw an arm around Stella's shoulders and squeezed and she smiled for the first time in what felt like days. Her ears pricked up as they searched for the all-important sound and there it was. Beep. Beep. Beep.
Under the flowing water of the hospital shower, Stella felt numb. She rested her head on her shoulders and let the droplets run down her body, breathing deeply. She thought about Harry. She wished he was there, it made her face crumble for a moment and she let a fist hit the shower wall in frustration. She might have fucked up her job and her relationship in one night, impressive even by her standards.
Stepping out in a rough, clinically pressed white towel that probably took off a layer of skin as she rubbed it up and down her limbs, she'd never felt more drained. She was tired to her bones. A friend on another ward, Angel had travelled in to bring Stella some clothes as she only lived a short walk away. She'd left them in Stella's locker for her to collect before going on her shift.
She dragged the velour trackie bottoms up her legs and threw the hoodie over her head, forgoing a bra - there was no way the girls were going to be constrained while she was in this mental state, that might've actually driven her to the brink.
She rubbed her hands over her eyes and tried to get the image of Melanie's unconscious face out of her mind. Baby and mother were both alive. Melanie was torn up, but she was alive. That's what mattered.
Towelling her hair dry, she couldn't wait to get home, get into bed and most likely cry herself to sleep. Throwing her bloodied scrubs into the wash bin next to the lockers and grabbing her bag from her locker she left and pushed the door to the staff changing area open. Had it always weighed a tonne? Shuffling in Angel's sliders that were a size too big for her, she smiled softly at Val who was still at the front desk. She'd probably finished, gone home and come back in the same time Stella had been dealing with Melanie. Val smiled smugly and looked to her right. Stella followed her gaze and nearly doubled over when her eyes landed on him.
"Oh my god," she sputtered through a breath. "Harry."
He looked up at the sound of her voice, his eyes fluttered open and he shook his head slightly to adjust to his surroundings. Vision clearing and landing on her, he rose from the hard plastic chairs and Stella finally broke down. Her face crumbled at the pure comfort he brought just by being near. He was wearing what he'd worn to the arena the night before.
"Harry, have you been here all night?" She sobbed and he welcomed her to step into him bringing his hands to cup her cheeks, catching her tears with his thumbs. He nodded subtly, his brows pinching in the middle, exhausted and emotional. She dropped her bag to the floor and craned her neck slightly to push her lips to his, short quick pecks as he stroked the skin under her eyes.
"I love you," he whispered. "Please, don't ever run away again."
"I love you too, I'm sorry, baby." She whispered back, stroking his hair back and scratching the back of his neck.
"And you flew right after her..." Ellis said wistfully, looking at her friend as they neared the metal bench at the top of the Heath.
"Yeah... not gonna be winning any awards for eco-friendliness any time soon." He joked.
"Fair play, you can be a bloody romantic sod when you want to be, H." She marvelled, looking out to the skyline below them. He looked out to watch the rest of London going about their lives. An older couple caught his eye, holding hands and walking in step with each other down the hill. He thought about Stella for the umpteenth time that day; that was nothing new. They weren't perfect, but that night when she'd helped bring new life into the world, they'd brought new life into their relationship. And watching the pair of strangers continue their stroll, as the man brought his partner into his side to kiss the top of her head, he knew it would all be worth it in the end.
Because she'd been there all along.
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Hope you enjoyed this little glance into Harry and Stella's world. If you've made it this far, I love ya!
See you next time.
Nel xo
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I just went to the kny premiere and this is my OOTD.
Since my hair is partially dyed pink, I went for a Mitsuri inspired look. I braided my hair, wore her shirt (that I got from the swordsmith premiere) and wore all her colors (pink white jacket, green skirt, and flower patterned socks.) Also close up of my pink hair below.
I got this idea when me and my friend were window shopping for clothes. We were talking abt which clothes the kny characters would wear and which ones our oc would wear too, so that's how we thought of doing some casual cosplay during the priemere.
My friend went for a subtle Tengen look, with a simple black outfit, since Tengen doesnt wear a haori. He also wore some jewelry as an homage to Tengens flashiness. He also loves Zenitsu so ofc he wore a Zenitsu bag.
The theater has less people and wasn't as lively as the Swordsmith premiere, probably cuz we went at the wrong time, but hey, more room for us to be unhinged without disrupting anyone tho haha. (I was sad not to see any cosplayers, we intended to bring our cosplayer friend too, but she was busy)
There was a display so we took lots of pictures. We even made sure to stand next to our fictional crushes, me with Giyuu and my friend with Tengen.
Anyways here's what I thought abt the movie so far
-first of all I LOVE IT. I have no idea how much I miss seeing the rest of the characters so much. The Hashira Training arc is an arc that I really adore, bc it's one of the few moments where we get to see the characters slow down a bit. My friend says he finds it to be the most boring arc, but idk, with all the action in KNY I dig for some "boringness" once in awhile. Also we were joking abt how this arc is like the "school festival arc" or "beach episode" of KNY, again, one of the reasons to love this arc.
-I Never thought much about Sanemi and Obanai's dynamic before. I just know they are a besties, but this filler really made me interested in them! Snake breathing and Wind breathing visuals were just sooo cool!!
-Have I mention that I miss the cast so much, but also I find myself foaming at the mouth everytime I see Giyuu 💀🤣 I noticed that there seems to be a sad piano music that's playing when he was trying to leave the meeting (I wonder if that is his ost) meanwhile my friend is foaming at the mouth everytime he sees Tengen.
-I feel bad for anyone in the butterfly estate who had to sleep next to Zenitsu and Inosuke. XD
-Also it's so nice to see some Kanao and Shinobu moment! Shinobu looks extra gorgeous I noticed. They really yassified her this season, and I'm not complaining. Also I like how even after Giyuu left, Shinobu tried her best to include him when they were discussing the pillar training. I wish they didnt cut it short though, I wanna know what they talk about Giyuu behind close doors so bad lol.
-Mitsuri's "Tanjiro speech" was so well executed and adorable, and just when I thought it couldn't get more expressive in the manga, then they even added her ost, and it was just perfect! Kanahana knock it out of the park with this one too! Even if there weren't alot of people watching. I did hear some giggles in this scene (including ourselves)
-Overall, it was a very satisfying watch. I really enjoy this arc for being some of the slower moments before the storm that is the final arc, and I think they managed to nail that! All the little things such as the filler of Tamayo being informed about Shinobu helping her, and some scenes that were rearranged, made the flow of the story go more smoothly.
-Also yes the op really slaps.
Speaking of our cosplayer friend that we mentioned before, after we were done with movie, it's almost as if there was some fate or foreshadowing going on bc we did end up stumbling upon her (though not in cosplay) and we ended up going back to take better pictures with her in it!
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Kamen Rider Thunderbirds Chapter 5: Anything Goes! - Prologue
Heya guys! ^^
This is the start of the next chapter of KRTB series! While it has taken a bit long, it is slowly picking up steam! Thank you everyone for the support!
Now, let's start the fun! >:3
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Deep within the temple, screams of agony echoed through its dimly lit hallways. The flames on the torches flickered with unease.
“Kyrano!” the Hood’s voice boomed through the temple, “Give me the information I need!”
A whimpering cry echoed, though nobody heard what it said.
The screams increased, shaking the place to the core. Like sent of blood, it rose interest of the Elemental Masters.
The horrid sounds gave Terratroll a kick as he was hopping with amusement.
Aquarien lay on a chair made of rich red silk and expensive wood while licking her lips, at one point murmured in wishful thinking about adding more cruelty to the torture.
Pyrohimera was combing his flaming mane with intrigue, throwing a glance at the Master of Air who had the opposite reaction to all of them.
He was about to say something until the Hood barged the door open and entered the room, sweat covered his bald head and frustrated face. So much so his thick eyebrows were glimmering.
“My despicable half-brother!” the Hood growled under his breath, “Still haven’t told me the secrets to International Rescue, despite my continuous discipline!”
“Ooooohhh. He is with International Rescue?” Aquarien rose a bit from her chair, her clawed hand waved her fingers till they woven around her chin, “Why can’t you just slowly choke him, until he foams in his mouth? You’ll get the secrets drained out of him easily!”
“I would have, if my powers could reach his throat, foolish creature!”
“How lame… Should’ve told him he was going to die anyways. His kind are nothing more than sub-human,” she huffed, getting up from her prestige seat and walked away with an air of disappointment.
The Hood huffed, grumbled, growled, and waved his fists in the air in utter annoyance as he stomped around the room.
He then spotted the Master of Air, simply standing there watching him with a pensive aura. The bald maniac sagged his shoulders and shouted.
“Do you have nothing to say?!”
Pyrohimera stepped in at his full loyal and formal frame next to his Summoner.
“Just now, he mentioned about how this whole commotion you were doing were getting into his nerves…”
“He- He wants ME to shup up!?”
“I don’t understand his standing, either,” The Master of Fire quickly replied.
The Hood threw a deathly glare the offending monster, his eyes glowed with a terrible light with desire to torture him with the same treatment as he did with Kyrano and every victim that came across him!
The Master of Air, unaffected and unbothered, let out a huff and slowly walked away, with dust kicked aside from his crow-like feet and tattered cloth.
“Maybe, we should focus on our mission to conquer International Rescue!” Terratroll stepped in next to Pyrohimera, who’s face immediately dropped into utter annoyance, “I heard of a little… information that dropped off that sub-human’s tongue…”
“Right…” The Hood took a deep breath as he fixed his collar of his jewelled outfit and hastily walked to the alter. The two Elemental Masters followed him, standing opposite of him.
“I want you to send your troops to the NY-P Children’s Hospital in New York City!” he pointed at the mentioned spot on the map of the huge city, "Cause as much destruction as you can. And let them come! The rest you know what to do..."
The Master of Fire leaned in and frowned. He took note of place where the new target was, and the place where he first unleashed his horde.
“There’s a problem, Summoner,” he objected, “I’m still not sure if the Kamen Riders were still in this area. There’s a possibility they haven’t left their post…”
“Oh, how about I’ll help you with that…” the Earth Kaijin threw a side-eye with a nasty grin on his rocky face.
“What do you offer now, Terratroll?”
“I’ll send a battalion of my Monopods, and a Brute Commander. For the latter, I suggest infusing some of your power into him,” Terratroll calmly explained.
Pyrohimera rubbed his chin mane with a thoughtful expression.
“Very well, I’ll take your offer,” he slowly nodded. Then he immediately pointed a serious finger at his colleague, “But if this plan fails, then I will be disappointed!”
“No, I will be disappointed!” hissed the Master of Earth.
The Master of Fire let out an annoyed growl. Slowly raising his dragon head that acted as left his arm, and blew fire at him. Huffing, Terratroll’s hand transformed into a cannon to return the disrespect his flaming fellow was about to receive.
But the impending fight was quickly interrupted by the Hood! Who threw a dagger in between them, jabbing it into the wall.
“Do your mission already!” he yelled, spooking them both.
His glowing eyes burned bright with boiling hot anger, his booming voice shook the Kaijins and the temple.
“I will make them PAY! I will make them weep as I burn what they care about!”
From the corner of the room, the Master of Air turned around and quietly muttered in the driest of tones, “Fools...”
#my fanfics#Kamen Rider Thunderbirds series#kamen rider#thunderbirds#thunderbirds 1965#fanfiction crossover#kamen rider fanfiction#thunderbirds fanfiction#thunderfam#kamen rider fandom#Had some fun writing some of the villains :3
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WOL/Raha Week Day 4 Name Day
Rating: T for Teen Characters: G'raha Tia, Keith Summers, Khloe Aliapoh, G'khenna Summers, Kirian Summers Notes: Keith can't win.
Keith wrinkled his nose then shot up out of bed. Smoke was thick in his bedroom, wafting in from the hall. In a panic, he tugged on his sweat pants then scrambled out into the kitchen, finding G’khenna and Khloe fighting over a burning pan while Kirian dug under the sink
“Khloe said you had to flip it! Why did you not flip it,” Khloe breathed out.
“I’m not a culinarian! The directions said to leave it for five minutes before flipping. It was only four! It was only four,” G’khenna fired back before screaming with her friend as Kirian sprayed them and the stove down with a fire-hydrant.
“Whoops…,” Kirian said before backing away as his sister and friend started to walk slowly toward them, trying not to laugh. “I-I just wanted to put out the fire!”
“I’m going to put you out,” G’khenna growled back.
“Khloe’s outfit is soaked! Unacceptable!”
“Looks like an improvement to me,” the young boy said, giving in to his laughter.
“OI! ENOUGH,” Keith roared, putting his hands on his hips, clearing his throat after using his dad-voice.
His children stopped, all looking at him before hurrying over and jumping on him with hugs, tackling him to the floor in the process.
“Happy Name Day Daddy!” G’khenna sang, echoed by her younger brother.
“Happy Name Day Mr. Summers,” Khloe said too.
Keith squirmed free. “Is it that time already? Ah, hey. Don’t distract me. Why is the house on fire,” he demanded.
G”khenna sat up then frowned. “We wanted to make you breakfast in bed but I don’t know how to cook.”
“You should have listened to Khloe…to me,” Khloe huffed, crossing her arms. “I know how to make pineapple pancakes. My big sister taught me.”
“I was cutting the pineapple and putting out the fire. I didn’t set it at all,” Kirian said, quick to advocate his innocence.
Keith balked, “You’re not supposed to be using knives!”
“G’k let me!”
“He was fine. I was watching him…until the pancake burned,” G’khenna hummed before looking back at the mess.
Standing, Keith sighed then looked at his stove, his precious range looking rather singed. “I really love the gesture, but nothing good comes from the three of you in my kitchen. I’ll take care of breakfast. Girls, go clean yourselves up. Kirian, help me get rid of all this foam,” he ordered before getting to work.
By the time he’d finished, the girls had returned, cleaned up and changed. G’khenna tilting her head, looked around. “Where is father? Did he not wake up with you?”
Keith blinked, realizing the other hand not roused from slumber…or perhaps wasn’t even there when he woke. “Raha? You there,” he called out, heading down the hall as their apartment door opened up.
Coming in, G’raha huffed then placed several boxes on the table before looking around at his family. “It seems I was right to think breakfast would need rescuing. With that foresight I went out to procure some Lemon Waffles from Rickon.”
Keith crossed his arms. “You knew they’d destroy my stove,” he asked, furrowing his brow.
G’raha’s ears perked up. Turning, he looked at his husband then let out a nervous laugh. “Well, I didn’t think they could do anything that couldn’t be undone and it looks like you’ve dealt with whatever went wrong,” he said as the kids started to dig into the boxes and help themselves.
“My stove though…You know how much I love cooking on that. I made our first family meal on it,” Keith whined.
“Ah, forgive me. I suppose it is irreplaceable. Just like our beloved daughter and son, both of which crossed the salt either on their own or with you in which then they pursued-”
Keith puffed up his cheeks then moved to hug his husband from behind while putting his hand over his mouth. “So, for my birthday, I would like very much if that is forgotten and never brought up again.”
G’raha wiggled his ears then gave a nod so that he’d be let go. Smiling, he lifted up on his toes to peck his sweet husband before taking a seat. “I think that is far more feasible than my first idea.”
Sitting down with his family, Keith pulled over his box then popped it open, finding his to have a couple extra waffles than the rest, his husband knowing his stomach well. Slicing a little corner of his waffle, he went to take a bite asking, “Oh? What was your first idea?”
“I was going to have the kitchen remodeled for you with newer appliances since we’re home. But your request is much more reasonable for our gil purse,” G’raha said, letting his tail twitch playfully behind him as Keith sat slack jawed, waffle plopping off his fork and into the box.
#ffxiv#final fantasy xiv#final fantasy 14#ff14#ff xiv#ffxiv miqo'te#ffxiv oc#Keith Summers#g'raha tia#g'raha/wol#wolraha#wolgraha#wolraha week 2024#khloe aliapoh#g'khenna summers#kirian summers
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my thoughts on episode 8 because i have so many of them: (spoilers ofc)
the fight was really cool im practically foaming at the mouth, adam copeland is a great Ares
Olympus looks AMAZING. like video game level amazing. out of a whole season of (imo) ugly and boring sets, olympus is an upgrade. although the throne room was kinda lacking and dark but i understand that it was probably bc of the impending war
the montauk cabin is still so beautiful
percy somehow knowing everything b4 it happens still makes me mad😭like a whole point of his character in the first book is that he knows next to nothing
the lightning bolt at full power looked so cool
percy asking poseidon if he has ever dreamt about sally made me cry
jason mantzoukas.
annabeths hair and outfit at thalias tree
PERCYS FIRST BEAD
THE PACT
the hug
all the hugs in this ep actually
"Are you serious? We're still doing this?" so real for that
GRANDPA😭
thought they werent gonna kill gabe off for a second and tbh, im kinda disappointed...?
i wish they let sally do it bc wouldnt that give more power to her?
go off ig
I WRITE A WHOLOE POST ABOUT THE FOREST SCENE
THE PAIN AND UNSHED TEARS IN LUKES EYES AS HE REVEALS HES THE TRAITOR???
THE PLEADING W PERCY
THE INDOCRTRINATION LUKE STARTED WHILE SPARRING WITH PERCY
PERCY AUTOMATICALLY SAYING SORRY AFTER HE SLICES LUKE
THE WHOLE SEASON HAS BEEN BEUILDING UP TO THIS POINT
AND NO MATTER WHAT CRITISCMS U HAVE
BC BELEIVE ME I HAVE MANY
THIS SCENE WAS EXECUTED PERFECTLY
anyways im done
#mandatory dont watch pjo on disney + psa!!!#disney sucks and we shouldnt give our money to them!!!#while they arent officially on the boycott list like starbucks#we should do everything we can to make them see that we do not agree with their contributions to a genocide#comment on all their posts#send them handwritten letters#do what you can!!#i didnt expect this post to get to 27 points but here we are#it was a good episode#percy jackson#pjo#percy jackon and the olympians#annabeth chase#mandatory don't watch pjo on disney + psa!!!
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Chenford + friends with benefits
"Remember to remain vigilant out there, you are dismissed." Watch Commander Wade Grey reminded his team of officers as the sound of wheels rolling against the cemented floor, echoed throughout the room.
Lucy released a yawn as she stood, gathering her silver travel mug and city issued phone from where they both rested upon the table. Though her body was fatigued and seemingly running on fumes, Lucy was just as eager as the rest of her fellow officers in blue to hit the streets in a shop.
Ardently she stopped by the counter in the hallway before heading for the garage, checking out a war bag, a long gun and a shop.
There were a variety of reasons Lucy was ready to begin her shift, and every single one of those reasons related back to the six o'clock hour, where she would hopefully find herself walking out the door. There was an outfit stowed away inside her locker, confined to the soft sided walls of her duffle bag, that wouldn't be dragged out until the end of shift. But it wasn't the off the shoulder floral top, nor the dark washed high waisted jeans, that had her euphoric. Rather, Lucy was elated over the matching black lace strapless bra and thong with the little blue bows on the front that had been thrown into her bag that morning on a whim.
A whim she was hoping would pay off.
Lucy and Tim’s schedules aligned day in and day out, but recently there had been nights after shift that were filled with paperwork, various crises that came in three's and other happenstances that were well out of their control. It was all bullshit. Bullshit that meant it had been well over a week since Lucy had had him above her, below her, inside of her, and a dammit, she was horny.
A fact she had made sure to sext him the night before, attaching a provocative selfie.
Positioning herself at the edge of her bed, her knees sinking into the memory foam, Lucy looked at herself in the mirror. It wasn't her fault Tim accidently spilled curry sauce on his maroon colored dress shirt a few weeks prior, and seemingly forgot to retrieve it from where it had been hung to dry.
What could be considered her fault however, was the lack of buttons holding the two sides of the fabric together, leaving little to the imagination besides a navy blue thong. Her hair was pulled back into a bun as she raised a hand to the messy strands, her teeth digging into her bottom lip, all the while using her other hand to snap a quick image.
[Is that my shirt?]
Lucy smirked in the dim light of her room, her thumbs moving swiftly against the screen.
[Would you like for me to take it off?]
[Do you think I want you to take it off?]
[So many questions.
What would you like to see?]
[Surprise me.]
Hastily she pressed the video camera next to his name.
Video chats were a wonderful invention. But a camera didn't even begin to compare to the real thing, let alone take care of the problem at hand.
Lucy and Tim were fuck buddies. Plain and simple. At least that's the terminology they'd agreed upon several months ago, when they had first started this arrangement. And yet, sometimes they would eat dinner together, and have movie nights together, and walk hand in hand as they took Kojo to the dog park down the street from Tim's house.
Could two people be considered friends with benefits if they partake in the extra, relationship stuff too?
She shook her head. Now was not the time to be reflecting on the current definition of her relationship with her former training officer. She could think about that, later.
Lucy had the secured door leading to the garage in her sights, when a hand reached out, taking hold of her upper bicep. She was pulled into a closet of sorts, her war bag catching on the frame of the door, before her back was pressed harshly against the wall as the door to her right was pushed close.
Suddenly there was a leg slotted between her own, the limb urging her higher before a mouth was pressed roughly against her own. It's forceful, and messy, his lips a little chapped, but then Lucy finds the long gun precariously pulled away from her hand, allowing her to wrap her now free hand around the back of his neck. She tilts her head to just the right angle and oh-
Tim sucked her bottom lip in between his teeth, leaving a soft noise to make its way from her mouth and into his own. He grinned, swallowing the sound greedily as his hands squeezed her ass. She was helpless as her hips rolled forward against his thigh, seeking relief from the pressure that was growing.
"Fuck." she gasped as his lips kissed the underside of her jaw. His hands abandoned their task of massaging her ample backside as the limbs made their way around the front, pulling her uniform free to cup her breasts, effectively sending her into nirvana.
Wrapping a hand around the back of his neck, urging on, she mumbled in between ragged breaths as he continued his assault. "Not that I don't appreciate this little rendezvous, but what's this for?"
"You've got to stop trying to eye fuck me from across the room," he mumbled against the exposed skin of her collar bone, giving a sharp suck that had her breath, catching in her lungs. "People are starting to notice."
"Me? What about you?"
Tim pulled away to look at her incredulously, with hooded eyes that were blown wide. It was one of her top three looks she loved to see on him. "What about me?"
"Like you're some righteous fucking saint. I think Angela is starting to suspect something because of your inability to keep your tongue in your mouth.”
Right on cue he licked his lips, giving her a wicked grin. "I thought you liked my tongue.”
She never said she didn’t.
Lucy rolled her eyes, wiggling her way free from his hold as her feet once again touched the ground. "Are we still on for tonight?"
Tim raised a brow as he took a step back, crossing his arms over his chest. "You think I'm just going to let this go?"
She was hoping he wouldn't. In fact, she was hoping he would later make good on unspoken promises.
Coyly she smiled, looking through the lashes of her eyes as she spoke with a gentle voice. "I was kind of hoping you wouldn't."
He stared her down, watching as she righted her uniform before ultimately, relenting with a scoff and the shake of his head. "I'll see you after shift."
Surging forward, Lucy stood on the tips of her toes, placing two chaste kisses to his lips before falling back onto the balls of her feet. Her teeth dug into her kiss swollen lip as she righted the war bag that was surprisingly still on her shoulder. "Be careful."
"Always am."
They needed to talk, that much was becoming blatantly obvious. This pact between them was supposed to strictly be a friends with benefits arrangement and yet, if she was correctly reading the signals that were being given, it seemed as though both sides were beginning to crave something more. But were their desires on the same page?
With one last parting glance, she turned the handle to leave the closet. Lucy doesn’t know when exactly the lines began to blur, doesn’t know when she decided to put her heart on the line, but she doesn’t mind the fact that she has. Because what they have is profound, having the possibility to become one of the most important relationships she’s ever experienced. Lucy just hopes that she doesn’t somehow manage to fuck it up in the process.
#thanks for the ask!#chenford fanfiction#chenford fanfic#chenford#fanfic#the rookie fic#em answers#this one got away from me but was SO much fun to write#anon
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So, I saw a short by brittanyrcoates on YouTube and I made a scenario for it. I posted this as comments, but Id thought I'd share it here too.
Short link: https://youtube.com/shorts/mCsopV4AkfU?si=tHIsniNqeAMUctk4
Short story thingy:
I had adored them all my life. Who? Well, heroes in general, but one in particularly stood out among the rest: Tidalwave. That was because she had saved me from a burning building. I may have been only 6 at the time, but I remembered it as clear as if it was yesterday. Ever since then, I had been obsessed with the lovely and charismatic hero who had stunning control over water. I had learned EVERYTHING about Tidalwave, even dyeing my hair sky blue to match her. Some people (peers, teachers, my parents, everyone I knew) called me obsessive, but I didn't care. All I wanted to do was meet my hero and thank her...
Finally, my chance came with a hero convention that had happened a couple of towns over. Tons of heroes where supposed to be there, but Tidalwave was the main speaker. She had graduated from a small town hero into a country-wide savior and was now coming home. I knew this had to be my chance and, using most of the almost 3,000 dollars I had saved up, I bought a VIP ticket. That ticket allowed me to have a luncheon with all the heroes, but the one I was interested in was of course Tidalwave. It was a a few months out, but that was okay, since it meant I could practice what I would say to her.
The days dragged on like years, but after patiently waiting, I finally had taken a bus over to the town, rented a hotel room, and showed up at the doors where the luncheon was supposed to be happening. I had taken a second, which I used to straighten my black leather jacket and black jeans, both of which had beautiful wave patterns embroidered on the edges. It was a perfect replica of Tidalwave's hero outfit, complete with foam blue freckles, sapphire blue lipstick, and her classic black choker with a circle encrusted with diamonds. I had even invested in some white contact lenses to hide the swirls in my pupils and match Tidalwave better. Feeling satisfied, I knocked on the door and a burly security guard with ginger hair, sunglasses (despite being inside), and a solid black suit opened it.
"Ticket?" I handed it to him. He stamped the paper and offered it back to be. I gratefully did, as I had wanted to keep the stub as a reminder this actually happened. "You're good to go. Just head down the hallway to the door at the end. Go through there and you'll be at the luncheon." I had nodded my thanks, my throat being too tight to let any sound out, and followed his instructions. I paused again at this door, making sure everything was perfect again. Taking a deep breath, I turned the knob.
A brilliant light flashed and hit my eyes, making me blind for a few seconds, but it didn't stop me from hearing the conversation my arrival started.
"Oh hey frien-! Wait..."
"I thought heroes were supposed to come from the back room."
"How did she get all the way over there?"
"Didn't Tidal say she wasn't gonna be ready for another few minutes?"
I was stunned by what I heard. These other heroes thought I was actually Tidalwave!! I finally opened my eyes and was greeted by a large room full of about 20 heroes, each in there hero costume. The was a few I recognized, like Inferno, Earthquake, Soarin', PetalPower, Technomech, and The Water Wizard. The last one particularly stood out, no only cause they were Tidalwave's mentor, but because they were staring straight at me with a look of tired annoyance.
"MirrorMirror, stop trying to impersonate Tidalwave. It's very rude," the long silver haired person reprimanded.
"Ummmm, that's not me," a young male hero said, obviously confused. He was covered head to toe in a reflective material, and, thinking back, that was what had blinded me in the first place. "Plus, heroes have to come from the back room, remember?" The Water Wizard huffed and opened their mouth, but another commotion interrupted what they were about to say. Out of a door on the opposite side I came in from, a blue and black figure strode out, looking more regal then I ever could in her outfit. Tidalwave had arrived.
The heroes looked between Tidalwave and I, trying to piece together what had happened.
"What is everyone doin-?" Tidalwave started to speak, noticing the silence, but cut herself off when she saw me. "MirrorMirror...?" she asked hesitantly.
"For the last time, it's not me!!" the reflective man cried, exasperated, "Plus, I can't match the eyes, you guys know this!" There were murmurs of agreement at the fact, but I was still lost.
"Ummmm, why do you think I'm that mirror dude?" I asked.
"It's because MirrorMirror can make himself look like any humanoid shaped creature he wants to," The Water Wizard replied, waving their arm toward MirrorMirror, their robes swished at the movement, colored like the deepest ocean. In response, the reflective man's form shimmered and shifted, morphing into an exact replica of The Water Wizard.
"See?" The Water Wizard double spoke, but something was off... "Well, I can't change how my voice sounds, so I use this." The disguise broke apart into light-edged fragments and shrunk into nothing, revealing MirrorMirror pointing at a small black box on a thin, but sturdy chain. "But you sound perfectly like Tidalwave! How do you do it?"
"Oh, uh," I stumbled over my words, a little unsure of how to take that. "I mean, I'm just a fan of Tidalwave... A really big fan! That's why I made this outfit to replicate hers," I replied, excitedly, mostly to the water hero across the room. I quickly walked over to her, almost breaking into a run multiple times. "H-hi Tidalwave! I'm your biggest fan!! You saved me from an apartment fire almost 12 years ago! Do you remember me? Please tell me you remember me!" By the end of my mini speech, I was on my knees in front of the hero. I had a mild thought that I had grown unknowingly obsessed with this answer, but I didn't care. Tidalwave would say she remembered me, then she would applaud my bravery, and ask me to join her team. Of course I would say yes, and then we would be the perfect pair.
"I..." Tidalwave looked up from my face to The Water Wizard behind me and then back down. "I'm sorry, I don't remember. I've stopped hundreds of apartment fires, and they kinda blur together to be honest.... I mean!! I-I wish I did remember though, cause you seem like a cool kid, but I'm sorry. But let's get eatin-..."
But I could barely hear anything after she said she didn't remember. "how could you..." Tidalwave had stopped at that.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?" she asked, unsure of what to do.
"I said..." I stood up, "How could you not remember me!!" I shouted, getting more and more confused and lost. My mind had been reeling, starting to shatter from the new development. "I have done everything for you! I followed you when you went on patrols, I followed every one of your social media platforms, I defended you from haters, I analyzed every single of your fights and found ways for you to improve your fighting!! I was even going to give them to you today when you asked me to be on your hero team!!!"
"But you're a civilian, not a hero..." Tidalwave said softly, "And you could get hurt..."
"SO COULD YOU!!!" I burst out, then quickly took a breath, trying to calm down. "So could you. And yet you still fight. Plus, you could teach me! Even The Water Wizard could teach me!" I exclaimed, flinging a hand in the direction of Tidalwave's old mentor.
"But I would never forgive myself if you got hurt," the black and blue dressed hero pleaded, attempting to appeal to reason. "The villains are strong, too strong for yo-"
"Are you calling me weak?" I asked. My voice was laced with venom, but I didn't care anymore.
"Wait, no, that's not what I-" Tidalwave's eyes widened, trying desperately to backpedal.
"No, you're too late," I snapped, "I gave you my heart. Now, you will regret breaking it." With that, I turned and walked out of the room, holding myself with a regal air in an attempt to ward off tears.
"Hey, the luncheon's not done for another hour... Don't you want more time with the heroes?" the redheaded security guard at the entrance asked me on my way out.
"No, no I don't." I replied with an unnatural calmness, "They are all useless anyway." And with that, I walked back to the hotel, leaving the guard confused.
I walked into the lobby of the hotel, over to my room, and opened the door. As soon as I stepped over the threshold and closed the door behind me, I sunk down, back leaning against the wood. I sat there for a second, before starting to cry and cry and cry. I must have only been there for 5 minutes, but it felt like days. I then sat there thinking for some more time, trying to figure out what I was gonna do next. I had thought that I was gonna be accepted as Tidalwave's apprentice and go back to their base, so I had sold almost all except my essentials and moved out of my apartment. Now, I was homeless and with no plan, just a large backpack full of clothes, some random survival tools, my useless phone which I had disconnected from my provider to have more money for this luncheon, and about 1,500 dollars left over from the 3,000, thanks to the 1,000 ticket, hotel fee and other various expenses.
After I had stared at the backpack at the foot of the hotel bed for about an hour, an idea came to me. Since Tidalwave and the heroes didn't take me, there was only one other option... And it allowed me to get my revenge.
"And that's pretty much how I got here." The teal haired villainess spoke. She still had some of the same motifs as Tidalwave, but it was darker. The leather jacket was ditched for a stylized bulletproof tank top. The black jeans stayed the same, but were now also bulletproof. Both pieces of clothing had what looked to be, at first glance, the same blue embroidered wave patterns, but they were actually azure flames. The choker was the exact same one she used just 3 years prior at the hero luncheon, a grim reminder to the villainess of their origins. She also didn't hide her hypnotic spiral eyes, the sight giving a slight advantage over unsuspecting opponents.
"But why become my nemesis...?" the bruised hero sputtered through the blood dripping from multiple orifices on their face. The villainess's head snapped towards her at the noise.
"Because," the blue fire villainess replied, walking towards the chair. "You were my everything." The hero watched as the other came closer, the movements reminding her uncomfortably of a hunter stalking it's prey. "And you forgot about me."
"I didn't mean to, there was just so man-" The hero was cut off by the villainess leaping at them and holding a solid sapphire colored knife to her neck. It was pressed hard enough to draw small sparkling beads of blood, which ran down the length and decorated the villainess's fingers in ruby spots.
"Don't try to make excuses now," she growled, venom coating every syllable. "You had your chance Tidalwave." The hero carefully formed soundless words, trying to communicate around the steel against her throat. The villainess lowered the knife agonizingly slow, watching the hero's every move carefully.
"C-can I at least know w-who you a-are?" Tidalwave asked, trying to fight past the pain. For a few terse seconds, the two black and blue costumed women started at each other. Then the villainess stepped back, straightening to her full height.
"Fine, but this changes nothing." Tidalwave nodded carefully trying not to spark another altercation.
"I'm Blue Phoenix and you will rue the day you forgot who I was."
So yeah, if you made it to the end, thank you and I hope you enjoyed reading! Feel free to continue the story, just make sure to give credit. 😊
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Puppets are most free when they're being manipulated by their strings
If anybody asks, yes that is drosselmeyer's outfit. Yes that is also a quote from princess tutu and a scene parody. This show, specifically the last episode, gave me the vibes of that show with the entire "trapped in a narrative thing".
Lesley's outfit confuses me, but also it is so pretty that I just had to draw it.
#dhmis leslie#dhmis lesley#idk which one is the correct spelling#her outfit made me foam at the mouth#its so... complicated to draw....#so I had to draw it!!!#don't hug me i'm scared#yellow guy#dhmis yellow guy#fanart#my art
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