#it better destroy both my knees as i keep playing

[doekimakura]

This scene lives rent-free in my head.

It's so... I don't know. Horrifying.

[clarisse0o]

Camp Wiegman-Part 76

Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle

Alternative Universe: Military School

Words: 5K

TW: Abuse Mention

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Saturday, March 26; 9:00 PM – Jenni and Alexia's apartment.

The evening is underway. We're at Jenni's since her apartment is the closest to The United. Needless to say, our friend is well-stocked with beer for the girls' enjoyment. We ordered takeout – Chinese food, to keep things simple. The others left us about an hour ago to enjoy their own evening. We started ours by playing a few rounds of car racing games on Jenni's PlayStation. The games went on until our stomachs started growling. I think Mapi was mostly tired of Alexia beating us. It seems like she's had a bit more practice than we have. So now we're eating, and I took the opportunity to share the good news I received today.

"And so, she’s willing to take you on at her gallery?" Ale asks. "That’s crazy. Small world, huh?"

"We're not complaining," Mapi replies with her mouth full.

She swallows before continuing:

"We were starting to worry you wouldn’t be with us next year."

"Oh no. I was more worried about ending up with nothing. I don’t think I would have left anyway..."

"But is this thing certain?" Ale asks.

"Supposedly. She wants me to visit the gallery and spend a weekend there to see if it works for both of us."

"That’s cool. At least you’ll get a feel for it."

"Yeah, exactly! Plus, she’s a woman running the gallery alone, which suits me even better."

"Yeah, that’s great news," Alexia comments, though with a hint of sadness.

My remark brings about a short silence. I take a deep breath and uncross my legs, placing them on the ground. It was now or never. I mean, there wasn’t a better opportunity.

"I think I’m ready to talk to you about it, girls."

They were both focused on their little boxes of Chinese noodles before I sparked their interest. Neither could hide their surprise.

"You don’t have to," Mapi says first. "I’ve lived in silence for over a year, and I’m fine with that."

"No. Well, no, I don’t have to. But I managed to talk to Lucy about it, so I feel ready to talk to you now. I know you won’t judge me or anything like that anyway."

"That’s the last thing we’d do," Ale replies. "But like Mapi said, don’t feel obligated. Lucy knows, so it’s already a big step for you to have opened up once."

"It’s not about opening up anymore. It’s that you two are my best friends, and I want you to know what destroyed me one day."

They nod in understanding.

"It’s just that if there are two people I’m going to tell this story to, it’s you two."

"Okay," Mapi says first. "Well, if you want to know, I’ve been looking for the truth about all of this for a long time, even though I’ve come up with plenty of scenarios in my head. That piece of garbage Feli still managed to destroy my best friend."

I give a sad smile. It took me a while to understand, but I wasn’t the only one affected by my change in behavior.

"That scumbag, as you put it, abused me for almost a year," I say bluntly, without beating around the bush.

I owed it to myself to do it this way, or my resolve would have evaporated. Still, I can’t bring myself to meet their eyes. I keep my gaze fixed on my box of food, resting on my knees.

"What do you mean, abused...?" Ale murmurs.

"She got angry because of the drugs, and I paid the price... I won’t go into the details. Even Lucy doesn’t know. She ended up figuring it out after my fight with Korbin. I had completely shut down and didn’t want her to treat me at the time, until she understood what was happening."

My throat tightens at the memories resurfacing. It’s harder than I imagined. Alexia, sitting beside me, places her hand on my knee for support.

"I—I didn’t mean to push people away. I just couldn’t stand being touched or approached anymore. I feel vulnerable around people..."

"Oh my God, you poor thing... I didn’t realize it was that bad. So... she hit you?" she asks uncertainly.

I lift my head to see them looking at me with sadness. I sigh and stand up. I don’t like feeling pitied, but I knew what to expect when I started this topic. My back is turned when Mapi speaks before I can answer.

"She did more than that, didn’t she? How far did that bitch go? I mean, you were so strong before. I never would’ve imagined someone could break you like that."

A few tears escape me. I quickly wipe them away. Mapi’s the only person who can guess the full extent of what she did. No one else here knew the Ona from before. So bold and rebellious.

"She did a lot of things I regret," I whisper.

I turn around and lift my sweater to show them my scars. Their gasps fill the room. Some are burn marks, often from cigarettes. Others are knife wounds that struggled to heal properly, as I was never able to treat them. Looking back, I think some of them should have required hospital care. But I never went. It would have meant reporting Feli and going back home. I feel foolish for never doing it now.

"I’ve never seen those," Mapi admits breathlessly.

"Well, if you think about it, I haven’t undressed in front of you since I got back," I point out.

I was never shy with Mapi since she was my high school girlfriend. We used to undress and change in front of each other without any issues before all this.

"The only time you could’ve seen them was at the pool a few months ago, but you were too busy with Ingrid and Joan," I add with a small smile to lighten the mood.

"Oh yeah, that day," she replies. "But wait, you had trouble going to the pool then?" she realizes with shock.

I bite my lip and nod.

"I didn’t want to go, but I didn’t say anything because everyone was so excited. Lucy scolded me in the changing rooms when you all left. She didn’t know no one else had seen them except her... She reassured me and made me feel comfortable before joining you all."

"Oh my God! But why didn’t you say anything?"

"It’s fine, I’m not dead," I joke. "Lucy is slowly helping me feel more comfortable in my body..." I add, blushing.

She’s the first person I allowed to see me in my underwear, practically at the start of our relationship. Granted, I was in bad shape and in a tough spot because of my withdrawal, but I could have refused her help. Somehow, she managed to earn my trust quickly.

"Does she know she abused you?"

I blush even more than before. Mapi never holds back. I can’t even contradict her because we both know she’s right. I had no shame or fear before Feli.

"No," I whisper. "I told her no to avoid her pitying me. She was already worried enough about everything else."

"You can’t hide that from her," Mapi protests.

Her reaction surprises me, and I’m at a loss for words. It’s such a sensitive topic. I’m already pushing myself to talk to her about it, so telling Lucy... the person I share my bed with... is asking a lot. The worst part is that this happened frequently because of Feli’s violence. She had hormone surges she wanted to satisfy, and I was powerless. I often thanked the drugs for helping me forget half of those moments. Seeing my distress and disconnection, Ale steps in to help me.

"Stop, Mapi. This isn’t an easy thing to discuss, especially not with her girlfriend," she defends me.

"What? If I were in her shoes, I’d want to know!" Mapi retorts.

"Please don’t say that," I reply, feeling some remorse now. "I didn’t want her to pity me about this, or worse, to hold back. I wanted everything to happen at my own pace, with her help, and that’s what happened. »

Ale nods in understanding, while Mapi crosses her arms. I sigh at that.

“I was planning to tell her after our first time, but I’m afraid she might take it badly, or... I don’t know... Her reaction scares me a little.”

“She would have every reason to take it badly,” Mapi grumbles. “She would’ve reacted differently if she’d known!”

“And that’s exactly what I wanted to avoid. You know very well I hate being pitied! That’s not how she would’ve helped me!”

Mapi dramatically sighs and rolls her eyes. I understand her frustration. Mapi is the only one who knew me before all of this. She hates that I’ve become so secretive. I guess she expected me to open up at least with the woman who shares my life so she could take care of me. But this is still my choice.

“And what exactly does she know? And since when? Because if even she doesn’t know everything, I’m not sure how to help you anymore.”

“Come on, you’re exaggerating. She’s known a lot for a while. She knows I was a junkie and that I lived in abandoned places with Feli and the other addicts.”

“She knows why you ran away?” Mapi snaps with a certain bitterness.

“Yes, she knows about my dad’s death in combat, and how close we were. She also knows about the communication problems with my family, especially with my mom... Even though that’s a lot better now.”

“And she knows she was violent?”

“Yes, since Korbin, she knows. Like I said before, she’s the only one who will ever know the details of every one of my scars.”

I say this preemptively to stand my ground. I understand she’s still worried about me after hearing all of this, but she has no right to question my choices. Not about Lucy, nor about what I choose to tell her. Mapi narrows her eyes for a moment before sighing in defeat.

“Fine,” she mutters.

“Lucy has helped you a lot...”

I give a sad smile to Alexia, who seems a bit shocked. The poor thing just learned a lot all at once. I had never told her any of this before. To my surprise, she doesn’t resent me for keeping it from her, judging by the way she continues.

“I remember the first day we met. You brushed me off like never before,” she laughs. “I thought I was in for a rough year, and that we’d never be friends given the anger coming off you…”

The way I acted when I met Alexia is one of my biggest regrets. We’ve become very close since then. Alexia just wanted a friend, having never had one before, and I’m glad she can now count me as one.

“But in the end...” she continues. “Once you faced Lucy, I saw that anger disappear. I don’t know how she did it, but she really helped you work through a lot.”

My shoulders slump at this truth. She understands what my girlfriend has done for me. I nod softly to confirm.

“Yes… That’s exactly what happened. She pushed me physically and mentally with punishments… Yet she always listened and supported me. I questioned myself so many times because of her, and I started to trust her. Once she realized that, she began to rebuild me.”

“You see,” Alexia turns to Mapi. “You’re scolding her for not opening up enough… But I think Lucy already knows.”

“Why do you say that?” my best friend asks, frowning.

“Because Ona has never needed to speak for Lucy to understand that something is wrong.”

I sit at these words. If I were honest with myself, I’d say that’s exactly what I hoped for from Lucy. I pushed her away so many times when things got serious, hoping she’d figure out what I’d been through. Unfortunately, she’s never brought it up. So I don’t know if she knows.

“I’m sorry,” Mapi says. “You’re probably right, Ale. I was so jealous at first of how easily she reads you when I’m supposed to know you best… So yeah… She probably already knows, if I could figure it out.”

“I hope so,” I murmured. “I don’t want to say it out loud.”

“Do you still have trouble with people in general?” Mapi asks me.

“No... Well, school and Lucy in particular have helped me open up to the world again. I still push people away sometimes when they surprise me with touch, but it’s happening less and less. We’re working on it a lot.”

“With Lucy?”

“Yes. She’s helping me regain my confidence. In fact, I finally gave myself to her last week.”

“She’s really had a lot of patience. Kudos to her, because I would never have been able to do what she’s done in such a short time.”

“Totally,” Ale agrees. “It’s no wonder you’re so close. Even if you two hadn’t gotten together, I think you’d have maintained a strong bond that the other students wouldn’t understand.”

“Speaking of school, I forgot to tell you, but Wiegman knows,” I said.

The girls look at me without any visible reaction, taking a moment to process what I said.

“Who’s Wiegman?” Mapi responds.

“What do you mean Wiegman knows?!” Ale exclaims.

“Wiegman knows,” I repeat with a small laugh. “Wiegman is the school principal, and she knows. My management professor, who has a crush on Lucy, talked about us to Wiegman. Lucy was there to hand in her resignation letter, and she confessed. She didn’t want to lie, especially since she was about to leave anyway.”

“Wow!” Mapi exclaims. “She’s lost it!”

“But what happened? Are you two getting expelled?”

“No. We think the fact that she knows my mom helped a lot. She also took Lucy’s resignation into account. Since we’re at the end of the school year, she’s letting us finish, and I’m allowed to continue my evening classes since they’re part of my apprenticeship,” I explain with a shrug. “We just have to keep being discreet because if any student finds out, she won’t be able to do anything to stop us from getting expelled.”

“Wow!” Ale exclaims. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Yep. So… Wiegman knows,” I sighed.

“Lucy really took some big risks.”

“I know. I felt bad when she told me, but it just goes to show that honesty pays off.”

“And when did all of this happen?”

“Yesterday.”

“And then you say nothing interesting happens in your life,” Mapi mutters to Ale, who bursts out laughing.

“Alright, enough about me. What about you two!? You always let me go first.”

I look at them in turn. They glance at each other, and Alexia decides to go ahead.

“Well, nothing special. Alba agreed to meet Jenni at Leah’s party. Of course, Jenni accepted, but she’s terrified,” she laughs. “She’s afraid of Alba’s reaction.”

“Your sister’s a bit of a pain,” Mapi comments.

“A bit, yeah,” she sighs. “It’s partly my fault too. I hid my relationship for way too long. I shouldn’t have.”

“True,” I agreed.

“Have you talked to Lucy about it? Are you two coming?”

I shake my head, crushing her hopes instantly.

“Sorry, but she refused. Since we’re under scrutiny with Wiegman, she really wants to wait until the end of the school year before we go public with my school friends.”

“Damn…” she sighs.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be well surrounded. Misa will be there, I imagine.”

“Yeah…”

“She’s really cool, you know. We helped each other out when you and Alba were called in. Maybe you could do the same for her that night…”

“I’ll see,” she grimaces. “I’m not sure where to place her. She came to tell me, and I quote, ‘we should get to know each other better.’”

“Who’s she? Your sister-in-law?”

“Ew, don’t call her that,” Ale replies.

I laugh heartily. It seems like things still aren’t smooth between them. I know she doesn’t really like her, but she’d be surprised.

“Come on, she’ll be a good help, trust me.”

- Yeah, well, wait. I think Alba plans to spend part of the holidays with us, like, "to make up for lost time," you know? I'm so pissed! I thought we'd finally be able to enjoy some time just the two of us!

I laugh again. I understand how she feels. It’s always like that with Lucy. We plan to be together, and then everything gets turned upside down. It's complicated with family all over the place.  

- And on top of that, you two won't be here, she adds. I heard you're leaving a week early.  

- Yeah, we're going to my grandfather's for the first week. Since we're going to Portugal, we might as well make the most of it, I replied.  

- Yeah, that's true, but once again, you won't be here to back me up, she says, pouting.  

- Either way, we wouldn't have been here. You'll have to wait until the end of the year for that.  

- Damn it, sighs Ale. It's ridiculous. It’s not like our friends would rat you out.

- Oh, you never know! Mapi surprisingly defends us. All it takes is for someone to have something against Lucy or even Ona, and boom, they're screwed.

- Yeah, mumbles Ale, not entirely convinced.

I laugh quietly to myself, but I think that’s exactly what Lucy believes too. That, and maybe the fact that she doesn’t want to get too close to her students before she leaves. I’m giving her some space for now, but once exams are over, she won’t have any more excuses. I definitely plan to introduce her to the whole gang.  

- So, Mapi, what about you? Anything new?  

- Not much. I'm selling my apartment. Preparing for my move... The school accepted my enrollment.  

- That's awesome! Ale comments.  

- Yeah, definitely a good thing. Also, my parents got in touch.  

- No way! What did they want?  

- To spend time together and reconnect, she laughs bitterly. Apparently, they wanted to check in on me and see how I was doing.  

- Ouch. Any hidden agenda?  

- No idea. I refused. I plan to spend my vacation here getting settled. I told them that and mentioned I have a girlfriend. When they started giving me grief about it, I hung up.  

- No surprise, I grimaced. They didn’t even ask how you were doing before that?  

- Nope. They started by asking how school’s going, if I’m doing well... Same old. I guess they still don’t have anyone to take over their stupid business. I wasn’t planning on seeing them again anyway. They probably thought I’d changed my mind about how I live. They still haven’t realized I’ll never be straight or take over their damn succession.  

- But what exactly do they hold against you? Ale asks calmly.  

- Well, exactly what I just said. Being a lesbian and loving engineering, which they consider a "man’s job." They would’ve preferred me to inherit the family business and start a family with a man for the succession. I’ve always refused. There’s no way I’m pretending to be someone I’m not for people who were never there for me.  

I smile sadly. She rarely talks about her family, even to me. All I know is that they’re rich, always off on business trips, and were never around. The day of her accident was the turning point for her. They couldn’t even be there for her, so she not only rejected her inheritance but also cut ties with them. I knew it was hard for her. Despite what she says, she values family a lot. I can tell when she’s with mine. She’s always said I had nothing to complain about. I find it awful that her parents want her to be someone she’s not. I’m glad she’s finally found some peace in her life thanks to Ingrid.  

- Anyway, no more news from them. I’m living my life, about to join you guys, and it’s about time. I’m really happy about that.  

- And how’s your leg?  

- It’s doing better. The pain is less frequent. But I know it’ll never fully heal. I was told that after the first surgeries.  

- Do you need another operation soon?  

- No, your mom managed to avoid that. We found other solutions. Better physios,… Anyway, they’ll never be able to fully fix it.  

- What happened, with that? Ale asks hesitantly.  

- Car accident. Wasn’t even my fault, she jokes with a laugh. A drunk driver crashed head-on into my mom and me. My knee got completely crushed. According to all the doctors, I was very lucky, if not miraculous, to have saved it.  

My heart sinks every time she talks about it. She was heading home with her mom when it happened. Mapi was the most injured since the car hit her side. The man in the other car flew through the windshield and didn’t make it. Her mom was the least hurt, with just a broken arm and a few cracked ribs. They were rushed to the hospital, especially Mapi, whose knee was shattered. Their father joined them at the hospital. What I find disgusting is that once her mom recovered, her parents didn’t stay with her. Mapi was a teenager, and legally, they shouldn’t have left her alone. But they did. They went back on business trips for days. They only visited occasionally to check on her progress. Mapi had to go through several surgeries alone, with no support. Then came the physical therapy, where they’d just drop her off at the doctors without asking if she needed help. She’s always said that the best thing her parents did for her was bringing her to Barcelona. They were advised to go to the best surgeons there. That’s when we met at school, and my mom started visiting her at the hospital since she was always alone. She’s always told me that her real family is us.  

- By the way, did you call your mom about the wedding?  

- What wedding? Ale asks.  

I blush in embarrassment. I didn’t even have time to tell her. My God, I really need to get back to reality.  

- My mom’s getting married to her partner. I called her this morning, and I agreed to be her maid of honour.  

Mapi practically explodes with joy, jumping on me. I laugh softly. I know she’s always wanted us to get along better since she’s always gotten along with my mom.  

- No way? Oh, I’m so happy! So, you’re going?  

- Of course, I roll my eyes. It’ll be after the exams. June 18th.  

- Oh no, Ale groans. You won’t even be here for my birthday!  

- Really? When’s your birthday? I ask.  

- Well… the 18th, she laughs.  

- Damn. No, we definitely won’t be here, I chuckle. We’ll probably head to Barcelona right after the exams to help with the preparations and all that. Lucy suggested it to get a break before the exam results come out.  

- Oh, that’s even better! You’ll be with me then! Can Ingrid come too?  

- My mom will probably invite her too, so yeah, of course, I laugh.  

- Well, I’m still upset. No one will be here for my birthday, Ale says, crossing her arms.  

- Oh, come on, we’ll celebrate your birthday, don’t worry.  

I say, giving her a hug. The last thing I want is to not celebrate her birthday.  

- Yeah. We’ll do it when we’re back. Maybe a night out, something with lots of drinks! It would do us good.  

- Speaking of drinks, I saw a bottle of champagne in the fridge. Anyone interested?  

- Yeah! Mapi exclaims. Go ahead, pop it open!

We laugh as Ale gets up to grab it. A glass of champagne sounds good tonight. I needed to unwind, and since Lucy is picking me up later, I don’t hesitate to have a drink or two, especially after Ale pulls out the rest of the alcohol from the other night.

Saturday, March 26; 2:50 AM - Jenni and Alexia's Apartment.

- Darling, someone murmurs to me.

I groan, burying my head into something soft, like a pillow. I recognize Lucy’s touch as she runs her hand through my hair, a little mocking laugh escaping her.

- Come on, get up. I need a little help.

I sigh contentedly, blinking my eyes open. It’s hard to keep them open, even though there’s no light in the room.

- You can stay here if you want, I hear Jenni offer.

- No, no. We’re heading home. Come on, babe, at least sit up so I can carry you.

I groan as she pulls my arms, trying to sit me up. I never know where she gets her strength, but somehow, she always manages. I have a slight headache. I definitely overdid it with the drinks tonight. I don't even know what time it is. Wrapping my arms around my girlfriend, I teasingly pull her toward me. She laughs before pressing her lips to mine.

- You’re not going to make this easy, are you?

- Nope, I grumble.

Too tired to fight back, I let my head fall onto her shoulder. She takes advantage of my state to pull me to the edge of the couch, then lifts me by holding me firmly by the thighs. My limp body betrays me, collapsing entirely against her.

- Thanks again for the evening.

- Will you be okay? Jenni asks her.

- Oh, yeah. It’s not the first time I’ve had to carry her, she jokes.

- Alright, she laughs. Be careful on your way back. Text me when you’re home.

- I will. Thanks.

I hear the door close as Lucy moves, followed by the sound of the elevator. I wait until the doors close to speak.

- You’re not mad at me? I mumble.

- Mad at you for what, baby? she whispers.

She gives me a little bounce to adjust her grip on my body. I groan softly at the jostling.

- For drinking too much, I whisper into her neck.

I’m being honest, because I know she knows. We didn’t have time to clean up the bottles, and I must reek of alcohol. I'd rather be upfront than face a scolding.

- No, she surprises me by saying. Not in this environment, where it’s safe.

A long breath of relief escapes me. She kisses my temple and finally exits when we reach the ground floor. I can feel the cold, and I realize I don’t have my jacket on.

- I’m warning you, once we get to our building, you’re walking up. You’re getting heavy, I swear.

I laugh into her neck as best I can, but I nod. I figure by the time we get there, I’ll be somewhat awake. Somehow, Lucy manages to get me into the car, and I hear the door shut before she walks around to the driver’s side. That’s when I notice my jacket is draped over my lap. I decide to put it on to stay warm.

- I love you, you know that? I say, in the middle of the drive, making my girlfriend laugh.

- Yeah, babe. I think I’m aware, she teases.

- Why are you laughing? It’s not funny. I’m being very serious! I huff.

- I’m not laughing.

- Yes, you are!

- Well, only because you’re the most adorable thing when you’re drunk. I forgot how happy you get in these moments.

- Does that mean I can drink again? I say excitedly.

- I never forbade you from drinking, she sighs.

- Yes, you did at the beginning.

- Yeah, but back then, you weren’t as responsible as you are now. And the places you frequented weren’t exactly the safest.

- Blah, blah, blah.

- Babe, she giggles. Don’t pick a fight in such a nice moment.

- Hmm, I reply, stretching. I’ll try not to, I tease.

We arrive at our building, and Lucy parks in the underground garage. This time, she doesn’t carry me up, but she still helps me stay upright and even undress me a little once we get to our apartment.

- Can I wear one of your shirts? I mumble as I collapse onto the bed.

- Of course.

I’m down to my underwear as she rummages through our closet. I take off my bra without any hesitation. Partly because I’m drunk, partly because I’ve become comfortable with Lucy since we made love.

- Here, she says, tossing me one.

I put it on quickly and slide under the covers, watching Lucy change. Once she’s done, she joins me in bed. I barely have time to snuggle up to her before I feel myself drifting off. I can still feel her lips against mine just before I fall asleep.

- Good night, my love.

- Good night, baby, I mumble back.

[featherandferns]

🌺 anon ! :)

prompt 21 w/ smut plz ?? love ur writing so so so much !! 😚🫶

21. You're my best friend.

Girllll you're a genius hehe. Hope this does justice!

Content warning: sexual themes (fem receiving) - MDNI!

the twinkie - prompt 21

The red leather of the bench seat in the back of the Twinkie sticks to your clammy skin. The few layers you were wearing were becoming fewer and fewer minute by minute.

You’re not entirely sure how you wound up here. One minute you and JJ are sniggering over a stupid meme you found on your phone, pleasantly buzzed by a couple of seltzers and a shared joint, and the next he’s hovering over you, kissing you senseless, hands shameless in their exploration. 

His hot breath fans against your throat as he assaults it with hickeys. The dull scratch of his teeth on the suckled skin sets your body on fire. Your fingers are tethered in his knotty blonde-hair. It’s tacky with dried sea water from the surfing you’d both been doing earlier that day. As his lips creep down your stomach, following from the line of your sternum, your blindingly aware of that only a pair of denim shorts, and an unmatching panty-bralet set is keeping you from completely destroying the line of friendship. 

“JJ,” you say, voice breathless. 

He hums against your skin. 

“JJ, wait.”

You tug gently at his hair, guiding him away from your skin. He holds himself above you, an arm either side of your head, and looks down to meet your gaze. His lips are swollen and eyes hooded. Chest bare and uneven in breath, toned arms leading to a toned body…God, is this how all his other girls feel? Powerless and paralysed under his bedroom-eyed stare. 

“What is this?”

JJ licks his lips. He shrugs. “I don’t know.”

“You’re my best friend.”

It’s a rather comical thing to say to someone who was only inches away from ripping your shorts off. JJ must pick up on this as a small smirk shines through. 

“Okay?”

“Well, shouldn’t we…not be doing this.”

JJ snorts. He leans down again and kisses the underside of your jaw. Your eyes roll back into your head. He’s a Goddamn professional with this stuff, you swear. His teeth nip at your earlobe before he’s speaking into your ear, voice husky and heavy in his Carolina accent. 

“We can always be best friends who fuck,” he offers. 

And whilst you know that that is a terrible idea in the long run, and something that everyone would warn against, right now it sounds like the best damn thing you’ve ever heard. Up there with a cure for cancer and the answers to the universe. So, you find yourself nodding. 

“Alright,” you say in a wobbly voice. Clearing your throat, ignoring his laugh, you say, “we could be that.”

With that mark of consenting approval, JJ’s fingers move to unfasten your shorts. You help him, your giggles harmonising with his chuckles as you struggle to wriggle them off. The humour vanishes the moment his lips meet yours. It’s a heavy kiss, a little sloppy and far from romantic, and yet it’s the most amorous thing you’ve ever experienced. JJ doesn’t bother teasing. He dips his fingers into your panties and works at your folds. Groans against your mouth when he feels how wet you are. You feel his lips upturn with a self-congratulatory as he toys with you. A shaking, pathetic whine slips free when he catches your clit. From there, he focuses his attention. 

It’s not long from there that he’s shoving your panties down your legs to gain better access. His fingers slide in and out far too easy; if you weren’t so blissed-out, maybe you’d be embarrassed. Then, JJ’s sinking to his knees on the grubby floor of the campervan. He knows what he wants: guides you to sit with your legs open for him. You gasp and moan and try not to writhe around too much as he eats you out. One of your hands explores down to play with his hair, guiding your fingers through the strands, the pad of your thumb rubbing at his forehead dotingly. As JJ pushes you over the edge, his tongue deep inside of you and finger on your clit, you come with a grin. One thought passes through your head the moment you come back to your senses. Why didn’t we do this sooner?

[lostbetweenvampiresandmusic]

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David stormed out of the house, ignoring Max' statements. He couldn't help but feel angry with Julie. For months all he had done, all the boys had done was help her. To be there for her, and make sure she would feel safe and welcome. And now that he asked her to be somewhat civil to another stray they took in, she refused. He glared at her window as he sat on his bike, the cigarette between his fingers having turned into ash a while ago.

"I'm not in the mood."

Paul laughed, a cold, harsh sound. "You're not in the mood? How about you show some fucking empathy, hm?"

"Haven't we done that enough?! We fucking solved her sire problem for her, made sure she got a place in this coven while we didn't have to - I showed enough empathy."

"What the fuck has gotten into you, man?"

"A fucking reality check. Why would I hang out with an eighteen year old that wallows in self pity? Poor her, she got changed and got a family. Boo-fucking-whoo. I've got better things to do with my-"

"So you hang out with the twentyone year old who also wallows in self-pity?" Paul snapped back.

"Star's different."

"Sure she is. Julie's your sister."

David shrugged, shaking his head. "She isn't."

"Sure as hell didn't seem like that when you panicked after she took that bullet. When you fed her your blood so she'd live. Do you remember how you treathened Max after that failed resiring spell? But sure," Paul glared at him, "go ahead, with whatever bullshit game you're playing now. I'm not going to sit here and watch how you destroy her."

As Paul turned around, heading back inside, David let out a deep, frustrated sigh.

Max made his way up the stairs, giving Dwayne an appreciative nod as he led Star down the stairs. Marko stood outside Julie's bedroom, listening. His hand was red and slightly swollen.

"She broke it?" Max asked, frowning as Marko nodded.

"Not intentionally. David pissed her off, and she lashed out." He shrugged. "It's already healing. Don't tell her, alright? I've had worse when the others and I get into a brawl, and she doesn't need this shit on top of the shit she's already dealing with."

Max nodded. "I won't."

Marko was about to make his way to the stairs when Max stopped him, laying a hand on his arm.

"Something is up with David," Max told him quietly. "Keep your eyes open, alright. If there's anything-"

"Sure," Marko nodded. "He's been acting weird since Star got here."

"It might be nothing more than a crush but-"

"Didn't think Star was his type," Marko mumbled before shrugging. "Let her know that David's just an ass, alright? He doesn't speak for the rest of us."

With that, he too went down the stairs. Max waited, making sure everyone was downstairs before he knocked on the door. He could hear the sobs, her gasping for air. Slowly, he pushed the door open, stepping inside and closing it behind him. Julie didn't look up. She sat on the ground, next to her bed. Her knees were pulled up, her head laying on top of them as tears were streaming down her face. Max didn't say anything as he sat down next to her, laying an arm around her shoulder. Julie froze for a second before holding on to him, letting him console her.

They sat there for a while, Max offering his handkerchief to help Julie dry her tears. Even when she had stopped crying and her breathing had returned to normal, she didn't say anything. "I think you should tell someone about what happened to you. Someone who'll understand."

Julie looked at him, with red puffy eyes, a questioning frown upon her face.

"Maria knows what you've been through, to a certain extent. Both she and that other girl have been asking about you. They were there too, and even though they weren't there for as long as you were, I think they would be the only ones to understand."

"But I can't - I can't tell them what they did..." Julie protested, remembering how the fact that she was a vampire was something that must be kept a secret from the general public.

Max gave her a soft smile. "I'm telling you you should. I trust Maria. And Shelly, she seems to have Maria's trust. If you want to tell them, talk to them about what happened, you are allowed to tell them everything."

"Why?"

"Truthfully, I want to keep some distance between you and David. I don't know why he said what he said," he wiped away a tear that threatened to roll down her face again, "but he was wrong. I think that having some other friends, some female friends might be good for you. It's never good to start a friendship on a lie. So, if you meet up with them, you dont have to worry about keeping it a secret, alright?"

Julie nodded quietly, looking at her hands. "Max?"

"Hm?"

"I miss my mom... I- I keep seeing her face, and - she doesn't know what happened to me. She - she doesn't know I'm alive, and that I'm -" the tears that had dried down welled up again. Max pulled her closed, his hand brushing through her hair.

"I know, sweetheart. Marko told you that we'd go looking for her, and we will. I promise you that."

Julie nodded quietly. She stayed like that for a while before finally speaking up again. "I'm a mess..."

Max chuckled. "You're doing just fine," he told her, "you haven't gone mad, you haven't lost control, you haven't murdered the entire town - seeing the situation you were in, I think you're doing just fine."

"Did - did one of the boys slaughter an entire town?"

"They all had their moments."

"So," Julie had a small, watery smile on her face, "You're saying I'm the golden child?"

"Absolutely. Definitely my favourite daughter."

"I'm your daughter?" Her smile had grown a little.

"If you want to be. It doesn't change anything."

"It does," Julie said softly, staring at the wall in front of her. "My dad never was around. He was a drunk. Always had a shortage of money," she added, as if she just remembered it. Max realised she most likely did. "So I'd love to be your daughter."

Next chapter >

[someloserinajaywig]

Dragons Rising S2P2 predictions because I can keep them to myself no longer 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

Ok this is going to be mostly Arin/Sora centric because HOOOO BOY do I sense trouble in the air for these two

First of all, Arin is DEFINITELY going to find out about Sora helping him out with the object spinjitzu thing and I think he’s going to be really really hurt. They spent so much time this season building up his feelings of insecurity and finding this out is going to bring them back in a HUGE way.

Another thing the writers spent a long time building up was Arin’s innate goodness/kindness/naivety. Call me crazy but I think he’s going to learn shatterspin in part 2 - the one thing that literally requires destroying the goodness in your soul. I don’t think he’ll use it much but I think he will learn it and be irreversibly changed

I can envision the lead-up to it so vividly and I think finding out what Sora did is going to be the tipping point. I think the rough timeline would go something like this:

Things are going well-ish. Arin’s confidence is restored and he’s back to training with a new enthusiasm. I don’t think he’ll master object spinjitzu at this point but he’ll be seeing more success and feeling better about himself

Something will happen - my guess some sort of pivotal battle where they’re relying on Arin’s object spinjitzu to save the day and it won’t work and Sora will have to come clean.

Arin - betrayed and insecure - lashes out towards Sora, and then towards Lloyd and the others when they try to comfort/calm him down. He says he needs some time to himself and runs off somewhere

While he’s alone, he’s approached by some force of evil (maybe Ras, or Ras’ master, or someone different entirely) and they use his insecurity to convince him that the ninja are holding him back - think like his conversation with Ras in part 1 - and because he’s feeling so awful about it he’ll agree to join them

Training under this new person, they’ll encourage him to work with all this insecurity and build up a ton of anger towards the ninja - especially Sora and Lloyd - and I think they’ll get him to use that to learn shatterspin

Also pretty sure Sora will learn spinjitzu & rising dragon in p2. Thematically this makes a lot of sense as Sora has been very intertwined with dragons since her introduction (she literally NAMED herself after one), and her element is all about creating new things and pushing the limits of what she can do.

Meanwhile Arin doesn’t have an element (as far as we’re aware, and I really hope it stays that way), and a parts his design speak to oni imagery - the horns especially. I don’t think it’s far-fetched so assume that under the right circumstances he may turn to destruction

Creation and Destruction never ever show up without each other in ninjago. They are completely linked and a recurring theme in the show and I think this will become WAY more evident as dragons rising progresses

Other small things:

Someone will find Jay, probably. (Hopefully!!!!) I’m hopeful for an angsty arc but in all honesty it seems like it’ll resolve quite quickly once they do find him. Tbh im happy either way I just miss my wife

Cole/Geo won’t become explicitly canon but they will continue being delightfully queercoded

I think Wyldfyre and Nya are both going to struggle without Kai,, he’s sort of been a father figure to both of them and knowing he’s stuck somewhere he might never escape from is gonna be really hard on them (esp for Nya who’s already sort of lost one of the most important people in her life)

More Wu info??? (Hoping for this! Hes present in at least one of the new sets (dragon stone shrine, linked below) so im hopeful we’ll find out what happened that silly old guy

PIXAL return???? (I’m begging on my hands and knees)

Arin Sora and Wyldfyre will meet Fritz and Spitz idk I just think that would be cute

[sarawritestories]

do you like the way cassian was in acosf? i feel like sjm wrote him to be really....idk just different compared to how he was in acowar and acomaf.

Ahhhh my favorite topic! Cassian 😍

Also my not so favorite topic SJM Character assassinations 😒

I also hope you are prepared for the long rant I'm about to go on sorryyyyyyy.

Let's get into it: Did I like Cassian in ACOSF?

Yes for the following reasons:

-We learned more about his Love Language

-His Compassion for his friends

-Any moment that he was really soft with Nesta (Despite what a lot of the people in the fandom believe those moments are on the page).

HOWEVER MY ANSWER IS ALSO NO.

ACOMAF Cassian would absolutely Obliterate ACOSF Cassian.

Why? Good question I'd love to answer.

Cassian in ACOMAF and ACOWAR always was one to stand up to not only people who insulted Feyre her sisters. But he knew when Rhys needed to get knocked down a peg and be more humble. So him just being subservient to Rhys in ACOSF in front of Nesta (Because despite what people say he does defend her just not in Rhysand way.)

Also SJM played into the fandom fan service of dumbing him down to a brute (its subtle but its there.) LIKE THIS MAN IS A GENERAL HE HAS WON COUNTLESS BATTLES THANK TO HIS STRATEGIES. But instead of having this sweet story of Nesta showing him how to be a courtier; she has Rhys throw him to the wolves (Eris) to make him a babbling idiot WHICH HE"S NOT.

You would have had a better story if Nesta was showing him how to do these things OR A cute Courtier X Bodyguard story line had she let Nesta do what she had trained her whole life to do and Cassian being there to keep her safe.

ACOMAF Cassian is emotionally mature, he's playful and knows how to lighten a mood but he's compassionate when it comes to Feyre and her emotional stability. In the bonus chapter, he's enraged someone hurt Nesta enough to cause her to flinch at his touch wanting to protect her. ACOSF he has the emotional capacity of a 12 year old boy and it sucks.

Cassian's character was watered down in ACOSF with just enough flashes of his old self that it keeps you seated but I wanted better for him and Nesta too tbh. She never wanted to be a warrior and I love that she found friends and got healing but the story could have been told differently and her love story with Cassian should have gone differently and both deserve to have more soft moments with each other.

Also his interactions with Mor were weird and felt kind of forced. I didn't like that.

Cassian seemed to be there for a plot device and she didn't give a shit about his character development and in the process whittled him down to what drew me to him the minute I met him in ACOMAF.

All the while deciding she was going to destroy every fucking character in that series in the process.

You will never make me hate Cassian even though I do agree he is very off in ACOSF he does have some shining moments in there that still makes me metaphorically weak in the knees for him. But I know just by how he was handling Nesta alone like a sex crazed boy. ACOMAF Cassian would have decimated ACOSF Cassian.

Thanks for coming to my rant.

[aliea82]

The pain hits hard, a blinding migraine that whites out his vision and had him falling to his knees, hands in his hair, a scream of pain on his lips.

Robin and Nancy fell beside him, hands on him, holding him up, asking what was wrong.

He couldn’t answer.

For years he had lived with headaches and migraines, but never had they hit this hard or so fast.

As his vision darkened, he was sure he was going to pass out when something in him shifted.

Memories.

Hundreds of them.

Spanning thousands of years.

His past lives making themselves known.

This wasn’t the first time this had happened.

For many lives he had had this blinding pain, this download of memories, every time triggered by one horrible, hideous act.

Eddie was dying.

The pain fades as quickly as it started and Steve is instantly on his feet, running faster than he ever had in this lifetime.

Memories clashed and raced inside of his head, too many to look at yet all the same.

He and Eddie, always there, in each other’s lives, but never together, never knowing who they truly are, not until one or both are dying.

His last life he died first, on a battlefield an ocean away.

Eddie had held him, wearing the uniform of the enemy, crying as he begged Steve to forgive him.

Before that, Eddie had died, fallen from a building site, Steve unable to get to him because he was miles away.

Before that, again, Eddie, this time of an illness, it was slow, it destroyed his body and Steve had been his doctor, but he couldn’t save him.

Hundreds of deaths, thousands of years.

Never the chance to be who they were till one of them died.

Cursed to love but never to love together.

Not this time.

Steve spotted them instantly, Dustin crying over Eddie as he held him in his arms.

Skidding to a halt he fell to his knees and reached out.

“I’m here, Eddie, Edwardus...”

Dark eyes turned to him and blood covered lips smiled.

“My turn.”

“No, not this time, I’m going to get you out.”

“You, always, say that.”

“Times have changed, we just have to get you to a hospital.”

“Steven...it’s too late.”

“Shut up, I’m not letting it happen, not again.”

Blood bubbled out of Eddie’s mouth as he went to talk, pain causing him to tense.

“I’m sorry...amica mea, maybe next time.”

“Dominae eius Edwardus!”

Steve felt tears fall as he pulled Eddie to him, wrapping his arms around him, holding him close.

“Please...please, I can’t, not this time, not now, I need you with me on this one.”

“Look after the kids, keep them safe.”

In lives before, the other followed not long after.

Eddie shot himself on the battle field, Steve jumped off the same building Eddie had fallen from, Steve injected himself after not curing Eddie’s illness.

They always followed because to live with the memories, with their countless deaths was unbearable.

“Not without you.”

“You have to, this time...keep them...safe.”

“I...no...no!”

He moves, picking Eddie up, a scream escaping the other, hands gripping at Steve as he carries Eddie towards the rift.

********

Beginning of time.

So, here’s the thing. You know that saying, ‘Adam and Eve not Adam and Steve’?

What if its right? But not how you think?

Adam and Eve were always to be together, it was the law of the land, but the story goes Eve was born of Adam, a male, incapable of producing a female. After all, only a female can have both the genetic code for female and male.

So, God made Adam, Adam made Eve, but Eve was male also, and so became Steve.

This was, of course wrong, a mistake made by a god that didn’t know better, after all, at this time they were just a child playing with powers they didn’t fully understand.

Anyways I digress.

Adam and Steve loved each other, it was what they were made for, but they couldn’t reproduce, it wasn’t possible.

This angered God, because their play toy wasn’t doing what they wanted.

So God made Eve.

God made Eve and decreed that Adam love her, leaving Steve alone and heartbroken.

Now here is where things get messy.

Among God’s first creation, the angels of heaven, was an angel that belonged to the choir. This angel was beautiful, the opposite of his siblings, with dark curling hair and darker eyes.

Many believed he should have been part of the fallen, belonged with Lucifer in the pits of hell, but Edwardus was pure, he was loyal and he loved his God.

Until he saw Steve.

Edwardus broke the rules of heaven, he travelled to earth and befriended the lonely and heartbroken Steve.

They got close, and soon became lovers.

They hid this from their God, meeting in secret, loving wildly and passionately.

But like all secrets, they were found out.

Their God cursed them, to forever live a thousand lives, but never to be together, and only knowing who they truly were when one of them was dying.

*****

Steve watched the monitor, watched the line as it showed every heart beat, as it showed solid proof that Eddie was still alive.

Beside was Robin, her head on his shoulder, eyes closed, her hands wrapped around his own, holding him as if he was the most solid thing in this world.

Never in all his lives had he found her before, but as he tore his eyes away from the line he buried his nose in her hair and just breathed her in.

She was something new, something never placed on this earth before, something he knew was made just for him.

But why?

After all this time, after countless lives, why did this soul that spoke directly to his own soul suddenly appear.

She couldn’t have been made to be his lover, she love woman far too much, and he loved...

He turned back to Eddie, then at the monitor.

He had spent the last day sifting through memories, searching for the garden, looking for the times they had been happy.

They where there, but messy, filled with dark death and fear.

“Tell me again.” Robin whispers.

“Eddie is an Angel, I am the second man, cursed to love but never knowing till one or both of us are dying.” He had explained it better before when they had taken Eddie in for surgery.

“And...you remember it all?”

“Yes.”

Robin had known something was wrong when Steve had started shouting and cursing in Latin when the Doctors had told them he couldn’t update them on Eddie’s situation because they weren’t family.

Robin understood most of it, but Steve had spoken so fast in an accent she never heard from him before that she lost the thread of what was said.

When he spoke again in English his vocabulary had changed, tending to be on the posh side, using words she knew he wouldn’t have understood just that morning.

He had changed.

His eyes seemed older, wiser, and his young teen body held itself as if he was a grown ass man.

“What was the oldest you lived to?”

“Many lives where full, old age taking one of us in the end. Those where the worst of lives. Knowing in the end we had spent a whole life time close but never knowing who we were to each other. So many lives of marriages and children...” he sighs.

“I loved them all, I miss them...but they all had full lives, full of love and happiness. But I, when each end came, with me at Eddie’s bedside or him at mine, was always filled with pain, anger and regret.” He looks down at Eddie, tears in his eyes.

“He is mine, he always has been, just as I am his. Always so close, but never together.”

Robin shifts, pushing closer to him.

“So God exists.”

“Unfortunately, yes.”

“That’s pretty wild, I mean, given what is going on here, with the upside down. Why doesn’t he come and stop it?”

“Because they left their play thing a long time ago. God no longer cares what we do or how we do it. They will be off playing something new.”

“They? More than one God?”

“No, God is genderless, they are just God.”

“Right.” Robin nods, but her tone makes him smile as it shows she doesn’t fully understand, and he couldn’t blame her, this was a lot to take.

“So, if Eddie is an Angel...why can’t he just heal himself?”

“Because he’s human, at the moment. I don’t know if he will ever be an angel again.”

“Okay, that makes sense.”

They fall quiet, Steve watches Eddie’s chest rise and fall, helped by the ventilator, something that would have saved Eddie all those years ago, when Steve had to sit at his bed side and watch as his breathing became laboured then stopped.

But not now, now medicine was advance, it kept people alive, allowed the body to heal.

Eddie was healing.

It would take time, but right now, he was alive.

~~~~~~

Not sure if there is more to this, It just had to be written.

Please feel free to use it as a prompt, just please tag me cause I would love to read people's take on it.

[kingscourthouse]

This is a Ren Cinematic Universe moment

Did a quick update on my Ren designs. Note: King RenTheKing isn't included because I don't see him as someone separate from ren himself. Grimm (Demised RenBob) is my own mini au I guess? Don't really know what he would be, but I like to imagine him n Grim are a team in killin'.

If anyone cares, details on them below!

Base things on all of them: All of them have some sort of enchanted band on them with protection. If they were to remove it, they would just be some big dogs. (This way I get both Ren and dog Ren >:D)

Have you seen those glasses without the arms just pinch to your nose bridge? Yeah, they kinda need them. Dog ears lol.

They all have diffrent versions of Ren's facial hair. Obvi Grimm's is based on Renbob's and the others are based on Ren's. Example, Red still has the same shape of stubble like ren, but his is much thicker and a bit messier like his hair.

Their hand nails are all diffrent too if that counts.

Ren: Legit just basic Ren Diggity Dog. Pan flag colours on his ear peircings. Leg coverings are layers of leather that button in the back to keep them from being too damaged while working. Prot band is on his left arm. It's made of netherite so it can't be destroyed...unless he runs into a cactus. Very fluff, is a good boy.

Red (King): Still grey from the death games and curse, but has a bit of colour unlike the demised. His hair is much messier and a bit longer than Ren's. Ears are more pointed like a wolf. When Ren was King, Red made his crown and cape for him. Red still thinks he's better though. Slacks are tighter fit around his knees for movement. ROYAL BLUE BABY- Not a chestplate, but has gold plating around his neck and shoulder that holds his cape. Gold cuffs on his feet because he hated the lack of movement with full leg coverings. Gotta protec those toe beans. Cape is pinned to his sleeve so it moves with him. Very elegant. Prot band on his left hand is a gift from Martyn. Has his symbol so he may always protect his king in some form. Martyn also learned the hard way that Red's cape is basically a giant weighted blanket. How the hell does he carry that?!

(Ren) Bob: Sometimes the hermits call him Rob. Basically a Timmy/Jimmy situation. Again, just basic RenBob. Very flowy clothing. His necklace is a crystal gifted from Impulse back in season 6. He also has earrings made from Grian's feathers he'll wear. They tickle sometimes though, so it's not often. No leg protection. Wants to "Be connected to the world" or whatever he said. Most of his jewlry is wooden. The wooden earrings pull his ears down a bit, but he likes the floppy ears anyway. Prot band is wooden braclet on his right arm. He has a wide variety of goofy cardigans. The egg one is one of his favourites.

(Link to the actual cardigan if you want it)

Grim (Dog): Demised Ren. Kinda like the life games, he has a thirst for death. Maybe not as intense, but he'll sometimes be in a hunting mood. There are tallymarks on his arm are a count of how many he's killed. He's very grateful for the respawn system, he can play these games forever now! Loves very outgoing deaths. Explosions and fireworks are his favourite. NEVER TRUST HIM WITH A CROSSBOW. Prot band is a choker hidden by his hood. Died from fall damage. In death, he invent footwear better than featherfalling to keep him from perishing like that again. (Think long fall boots from Portal. They're shock absorbers.) Has a fear of heights, but he'll never admit that to you. Eyes may look like pure white, but you'll see his iris in a dark room. The iris and pupil glow white, the sclera don't. And yes, his glasses are the shape of coffins.

Grimm (Bob): Demised RenBob! (Rob???) Also gets the urge to kill but prefers not to. When he does, it is much quieter deaths like drowning or suffocation. Grimm prefers to follow around Grim and tend to the dead. Arranging graves, leave flowers, tag you with how you died, that's all him! Died by suffocation. Nobody knows how but Grim. Doesn't talk very much. The most you'll hear is him muttering prayers to the dead. Sometimes he'll also just say a single word and scare the daylights out of somebody. Prot band is a choker beneath his hood aswell. Eyes are just like Grim's; You won't see his iris, but it's there. May not have the weird cardigans like his counterpart, but a few hermits are a fan of his glasses. Tango loves the X glasses. Reminds him of cartoons!

That's all I can think of right now. Any questions? Feel free to ask!

(Suggest more silly cardigans for renbob and I might draw them)

[th3-0bjectivist]

Dear listener, this week I feel compelled to bring Tumblr a little slice of music from the Silversun Pickups, who, despite my best and most concentrated efforts to despise their sound, have managed to become endearing to my nearly non-existent heart. Regardless of my sincerest attempts to stop listening to them over a decade or so, this group is SO GOOD at what they do I just cannot manage to quit revisiting their catalog without a semi-religious consistency after being hooked by their intoxicating post-punk sound, and the complete experience that they have to offer. In terms of atmosphere, overall personal resonance, and contextual vibe… I keep returning to this band almost exclusively for their ability to manipulate my gloomy heartstrings like a melancholy violinist on a well-tuned violin. Smash play just above for Lazy Eye from their 2006 debut album, Carnavas, and if you want more, scroll on down.

True story: I tried to hate this band for about two years after I had discovered them (2015 or so). Looking back; I was immature, brash, a little punkass bitch. Also, true story, I have personally determined that hating them is impossible, especially after the emotional ride they have managed to provide for me in my limited time on planet Earth. I have realized that this dialect of rock music just isn’t for me, and still come back for more. They’ve got a lead male singer (Brian Aubert) whose voice registers as feminine to my ears and an overall sound that I would plainly describe as sonic. As of writing this musical recommendation, color me humble… their music is rabid and fervid with beautiful lyrical poetry, genuine passion for their craft, and a unique ability to bring me to the points of my knees just by being sincere and making songs about universal moments. This is a rare musical gem that I enjoy adoring, despite the nature of the force that formed it. The name of the group is derived singularly from the fact that the members early-on in their career picked up their alcohol from a store called Silversun Liquor… making it a Silversun pickup. Further, this group originally had not one, but two romantically involved couples in the lineup. When both couples broke up around the same time, and two members left subsequently, it nearly destroyed any future collaborative work… until around 2006 when they established their permanent lineup and released their first album which went gold by industry standards. I do honestly enjoy their earliest works more so than their later ones, as they had a knack for making me listen to shoegaze without actually wanting to open a vein in the process. Later on, they let their badass lady bassist, Nikki Monninger, take the lead vocal reins and they’ve even rubbed shoulders with industry titans like Butch Vig and Alan Moulder on the production end. Further on in their production cycle (2015-2022) their albums take on a newer, more mainstream sound that still feels groovy but also seems somewhat overproduced to me… as is the nature of getting in bed with music industry big wigs. But hey, that’s no sleight coming from me! I’ve got my headphones on right now and even their overproduced recent stuff is markedly better than approximately 91. 9999% of modern music. I just prefer their earlier stuff, which is why I will dovetail this post with There’s No Secrets This Year from their 2009 album Swoon!

This is a musical group I enjoy very much in spite of the type of music they make. Outside of a few bands here and there, I don’t even think I really like listening to rock music that much at all these days. SP makes my chest feel like it’s full of glitter and silly string, all while causing my head to bob up-and-down uncontrollably at the same time. Great job SP: your tunes actually make me feel something, unlike the rest of these indie/alt rock jabronis. Image source: https://www.livenation.co.uk/artist-silversun-pickups-2426

[ursafootprints]

pls tell me allllll about: can you make my heart stop, oxidize, simtony starkercest

ouo c:

Lmao you requested the Starkercest Special, EVERY one of these is Starkercest. (And these snippets are all varying degrees of NFF sooo)

Oxidize is the sequel to my brothercest fic Pyrite! Wherein Tony is totally casual about all this and has absolutely no problem keeping his fling with his baby brother no-strings-attached. Totally. No problem at all. He is not obsessed how dare you.

"Hey, kid," Tony said, smoothing his hands over Peter's thighs. "Your brain back online yet?" Peter breathed a sigh, shifting the arm he'd flung across his eyes so he could peek down at where Tony was nestled between his legs. "Uh-huh," he said, still flushed and panting, and Tony snorted. "Use your big boy words and maybe I'll believe you," Tony said, and he smirked at the way it made Peter shiver. "It's not my fault you just-- just--" Peter protested, pouting like he didn't like when Tony made fun of his age. Which was hot, but also kind of the topic of the conversation.

Simtony starkercest: I've talked about a little bit before-- Peter is secretly Spider-man and discovers that his dad is secretly a supervillain, but Peter doesn't have time to reveal his identity before Tony decides to punish him for all his meddling. (With noncon. It's a noncon fic.)

He knelt by Peter's side, and Peter paused in his instinctive struggling, praying for the first time that his dad would try to remove his mask. That he'd want to know who had been ruining his plans, that he'd see that it was his son who had been betraying him, that they would have to argue and say things they couldn't come back from but that it would stop his dad from-- from-- "Getting my guys arrested is one thing. Destroying my things is one thing," Tony said, and he didn't reach out for Peter's mask. He just watched, almost bored, as the tendrils of his suit wrapped themselves even tighter around Peter's limbs and jaw and Peter whimpered with the agonizing pressure. "But breaking into my home? My family home, that I share with my son?" Peter's heart felt like it stopped as his dad's expression twisted into a snarl, and he yelped with pain and panic alike as the tendrils roughly dragged him around on the carpet until he was splayed at his dad's knees. "That, I'm going to have to hurt you for."

can you make my heart stop:

Tony's breath hitched when Peter slipped a hand into his boxers, and god, sometimes Peter thought the feeling of that firm heat in his hand was even better than the feeling of his dad returning the favor. He kissed his way down Tony's neck and peeked down between their bodies for that glimpse of their hands wrapped around each other, intoxicating in its contrast-- his dad was bigger than him, thicker and with a deeper flush to his skin that looked amazing in Peter's pale hand. It was so hot. Peter tried to keep it under wraps some just how much he wanted his dad, how he could spend all day doing this if Tony would let him, because-- it was still something delicate between them. Tony had already reassured him all the times Peter had asked 'can I?' and 'is this okay?' and 'you mean it?,' and his heart was as steady as it could be with a hand pumping his cock, but the whole reason Peter wanted to tread carefully was because he knew this was complicated. How his dad still felt guilty embracing what they both wanted, how it might strike him as something bitter instead of sweet if Peter told him how delicious he looked in Peter's hand.

…………..yeah y'all wore me down with all the sad questions on the askblog lmao it's the wicked love dadson threequel

Thank you for playing!! 💖💖💖

[nitewrighter]

Scoops! (Part 7-- Epilogue)

Whew! Finally done! I have a lot of notes on this story at the end on my AO3, but I think for tumblr, the less clutter the better. It was honestly such a rush writing this, and everyone who's been reading from the start, thanks for sticking with me this past... *checks timestamps* Month. Jesus. I must have been possessed or something. For those of you who are just seeing this story now, congrats! You can start back at the beginning and not get screwed over by my cliffhangers!

Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

Read it on AO3 here!

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It had been about three hours. Clark was still in his full Superman uniform, but oddly he wasn’t doing his usual ‘majestic hover looking over the city.’ Instead, he was sitting on the edge of Lois’s apartment building, elbows resting on his knees, like a big kid. Lois huffed and pushed her scarf up under her chin as she elbowed her way out of the stairwell, stuffing her hands under her armpits for warmth in the quickly fading daylight. A small radio was playing next to him.

“…Officer Maxwell Jensen, one of the newest recruits to the Metropolis Police Department’s Special Crimes Unit, was killed today while attempting to stop unidentified terrorists from stealing the remains of Anthony Ivo’s Parasite suit husk from downtown. While there are conflicting accounts, the terrorists seemed to be in possession of technology similar to that used in Metropolis’s recent string of crimes. Federal sources have assured WGBS that the Parasite suit was destroyed in the ensuing conflict, and that they will be continuing to monitor the situation. In light of these events, Police Commissioner Bill Henderson is in talks to expand the SCU’s budget—”

Lois turned off the radio next to him, forcing him to blink and snap out of his haze.

“How’d it go?” she folded her arms.

“It… wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. But like, three different people told me I needed to go lay down.”

“You do,” said Lois, plainly.

Clark scratched at his temple with a fingernail, “I look that rough, huh?”

“You do,” said Lois, more intensely.

“I know, I just… I kind of needed it,” Clark spoke absently, before looking at his hands, “I—I needed to be sure they were back. I needed to do something that wasn’t… punching a robot or getting thrown through a wall.”

“I know,” said Lois, softly.

“And I was going to come inside, but I needed to think,” said Clark, “Just for a minute.”

“I know,” Lois said again, now beginning to feel a bit ridiculous at how much she was repeating herself, but Clark tended to keep things wrapped up tight inside of himself, when he talked like this, she found it was easier to gently lead him along and let him unspool it on his own. It took her a while to figure that out, and it was partially something she had to learn by watching Jimmy. It also took Clark a while to learn, too, that for all his invulnerability, he wasn’t nearly as good at hiding when something affected him as he thought he was—at least when it came to the people that loved him.

Both were quiet, but Lois shuddered as another cold wind blew through.

“Cold?” said Clark.

 “I’m fine,” she said to him, trying to push a bit of lightheartedness into her voice, “I keep thinking you need a winter version of that suit. Aren’t you cold? Or is the invulnerability to cold, too?”

“I get colder when I’m tired,” Clark wasn’t looking at her, “At night, too. I’m colder at night.” He seemed to perk up slightly, and a beat of silence hung between them. He glanced over at her. 

“What?” she tilted her head.

“Oh—-just… as soon as I said that, I thought you were going to hit me with something like ‘At night, huh?’ And you’d do your little eyebrow thing. And I’d turn into a stammering idiot, as usual, and—now that I’m saying it I realize that’s a really dumb expectation to have, but I mean you are funny, you’d just have something smarter to say than that but—” he caught himself and trailed off, “Sorry. It’s been a weird day.”

“Weird day,” Lois repeated. So much for gentle, patient, unspooling. She took a long steady inhale through her nostrils. “Okay, no, you know what? You’re not doing this.” “Not doing what?” said Clark.

“You’re not going to just… shrug off something that was clearly traumatic.”

“I’m not shrugging off anything—”

“Clark, you had a shock collar put on you.”

“I know.”

“By me.”

“But she wasn’t you—” Clark started and then seemed to catch himself. “Oh—” ‘I know what this is about’ rippled across his features and his face dropped,  “Oh god, Lois, I’m so sorry.”

“No-no-no-no, you aren’t making this about me,” Lois’s voice was going thick.

“But I know what you’re going through right now—” Clark started.

“What I’m going through is seeing you hurt!” 

“But it’s not just that, is it?” 

Lois stared at him, mouth hanging open but jaw tensed, furious at those big soft sky-blue eyes of his. No, you don’t get to do this. No, I’m not the one to be saved, here. But god, it still came pouring out of her.

“I just—I just hate it!” Her breath was short, “I love you and I can’t stand seeing me hurt you! I can’t stand hearing them talk about you like—like you’re a weapon or an animal with my voice! I would never—Okay I know I was trying to teach you some sparring moves before this but I would never—!”

“It’s okay, I know, I trust you,” Clark put his hands on the outsides of her arms. Always so fucking careful with her.

“And I’m upset because you should be more upset about it!” Her breath shuddered for a second but she inhaled sharply, not letting that turn into a sob, not letting whatever levy was holding the tears back break, “I know how much it hurts you when people are scared of you like that.” 

His grip on her arms instinctively slackened at that, and he glanced down. “Okay… you’re… not wrong about that,” he took his own steadying breath, “But… look, this isn’t the first time I’ve had to deal with people like that, and I really doubt it’s going to be the last, so—”

“And she laser-blasted you!” 

“Lois,” he gently touched the corner of her jaw, “Please don’t take this the wrong way, but this wasn’t the first time I’ve been shot by an alternate universe version of you.”

Lois’s eyes went wide and one corner of her mouth twitched.

“I mean it’s not fun, or anything, obviously,” Clark pulled his hands away from her and went on, his feet drifting off the ground—sometimes he floated when his mind was particularly occupied, she noticed, “It’s definitely not something I would ever want to go through again, but… it’s less of a shock the second time?”

“Claaark—!” Lois blurted out, distressed.

“Okay, that’s not really the point I wanted to make,” Clark ran a hand through his hair with a frustrated huff before his eyes met hers again, “What I’m saying is… I love you too, and no evil alternate version of you is going to change the way I feel about you. And in a weird way, it’s kind of a relief knowing there is an evil ‘you’ out there. Or at least a morally ambiguous antihero ‘you.’”

“What?” said Lois.

“I mean…” Clark drifted away from her, out over the edge of the building, folding his arms over his chest and staring out over the city. It was a strange moment where Lois was more starkly aware of the vast void of the street beneath him, rather than the fact that he was currently defying gravity. “I saw all those evil me’s. All those versions of Superman as this… force of terror and destruction. I still hate the thought of it…” His eyes flicked to hers, “Probably as much as you hate seeing that version of yourself. But it helped me realize, you don’t need powers to hurt people. I know my powers make me different, but they don’t make me… that. It all comes down to the choices we make and how our world shapes us, and I think seeing that version of you really helped me see that.”

Lois’s lips pressed thin.

“And… it just makes me realize how lucky I am to be in this universe with you,” he said, his eyes softening as a small smile lit up his features. He floated toward her again before finally letting his feet touch on the ground in front of her. Lois just stared up at him for a few seconds before making an exhausted groan and pretty much thumping her forehead onto the shield crest on his chest.

“Hey,” Clark cupped his hands at her jaw and kissed her forehead, “It’s okay.”

She looked up at him. Her hand went up to the red welts and Lichtenberg figures at his throat from the collar, hovering over the skin. He had a broken blood vessel in one eye, a splotch of red angrily snarling around big soft blue—whether it was from the repeated electrocutions of the Spider Lady, or the fight with Amazo, neither of them was sure. He gently brought up his own hand over hers, pressing her hand against his neck.

“I’m okay,” he said, before enveloping her in a hug, unthinkingly floating them both off the ground as he did so. He took her hand in his, studying her split knuckles. “Are you okay?” His eyes met hers again.

She stared at him for a few seconds. “No,” she said quietly, glancing down, “I just keep… seeing her. Seeing me. The way she didn’t even blink when you were twisting like that and—and I just…” her hand squeezed his, those scabs on her knuckles straining, threatening to bleed again in the cold, dry air. A short, forced chuckle fell out of her. “So, does the invulnerability help you with that? Does your brain…?” The question trailed off. One of those things that started in lightheartedness and then collapsed in on itself as she realized she really didn’t know.

“…I’ve been getting nightmares,” Clark said quietly, and Lois’s head jerked up to look at him,  “Between what I saw on the file, and what your dad showed me about Zero Day I…I’ve been getting them for a while. I’m sorry. I should have told you, but… I was scared. And I didn’t want to scare you. And I’m scared of how angry it makes me, knowing there are me’s like that out there. And I’m scared the more I think about it…” he trailed off. How many more times could he say the word ‘scared’ before it lost all meaning?

 “So what you’re saying is… you’re not okay,” said Lois, raising her eyebrows at him.

Clark set his jaw nervously for a moment before huffing out a breath. “Yeah. I guess so. I mean… I’m not.” 

A few long seconds passed between them before Lois smushed her cheek against his chest again. “How did you know her bracelet would short out the collar?” 

“I didn’t,” said Clark, “I mean, I knew it shocked, but… I wasn’t sure. If it didn’t work, I hoped maybe it would distract her enough to…”

“You were counting on me?” Lois’s eyebrows raised.

 “Kind of? Really, I was mostly counting on shorting the collar out, but I mean, you do actually have more formal hand-to-hand combat training than me. But also I was operating under a lot of electroshocks and a blow to the head at the time so…” 

“Ugh, I thought it was my job to do the stupid stunts,” her voice was half muffled against his chest. 

A short, soft chuckle escaped him. “Hey, I’m the one who keeps coming at people completely sheeted forward in a fight.”

“You do have to work on that!” she stuck her chin up at him defiantly. He just gave her an ‘I know’ smile, and she furrowed her brow, before pulling herself up, first kissing him on the jaw, then the mouth. He met her softly, feeling her fingers weave into his hair as the kiss deepened, feeling those fingers tense, almost pulling, almost. A little flare of need in the way her mouth pressed against his, that little grip of ‘mine.’ 

My Clark.

He held her closer to him as well, arms cradling and carefully tightening around her, trying to push out all the memory of the pain of electrical shocks and impact of weaponry and punches and kryptonite from the day, trying to replace it with the sensation of her body pressed against his. Replace the blunt, heavy pain with the weight of her in his arms, replace the sharpness and suffocation of kryptonite with her warmth. He could still kind of feel those hits from the fight, in the way you could still feel the sensation of the ocean after throwing yourself bodily into the waves for hours. He knew he and Jimmy would have to sit her down and talk to her about the Kryptonite at the League headquarters, but it would at least be easier with Jimmy backing him up… or maybe they would both team up on him with ‘Seriously, Clark, that was insane and you nearly died, you can’t keep doing stuff like that’ which was… also fair. He didn’t need to worry about that for now, though. Now was just softness, and super-hearing picking up her heartbeat, the rhythm of it against his own chest, and the sky tinging lilac and periwinkle, and—did she just shiver again? Her lips broke from his. “You can work on it later, though…” she murmured.

“What do you think…?” said Clark, as she leaned her head on his shoulder, the exhaustion of the day soaking in, “Takeout and that period piece we’ve been meaning to see that you know neither of us is going to stay awake for?” 

“Mm…” Lois looked off, “Maybe we should check on Jimmy. I mean… he… ”

“Lost his drone, which got turned into robot god by evil you, and then got sent to another dimension,” said Clark, talking through the events and realizing there was no way you could summarize them without sounding insane.

“Yeah…” said Lois.

“I texted him, but he hasn’t really gotten back to me for a couple hours now,” Clark shrugged. 

“…he’s not making another Scoops already, is he?” Lois arched an eyebrow.

“I dunno,” Clark shrugged.

Lois stared at him for a few seconds before giving him another pecking kiss on the cheek. “Let’s get you inside, Smallville.” 

———

“It’s with an ‘A?’” Jimmy was staring at the side of the decaf chestnut mocha where Jalana’s name was scribbled, “I thought it was spelled with an ‘E.’ Like jalapeño. The ‘A’ makes you think it should be pronounced ‘Jalahna.’”

“Still better than Jimberly,” said Jalana, taking the cup from him.

Jimmy gasped. “Who told you?!” 

She just gave him a lopsided smile and he said, “Right, duh,” as he grabbed his own cinnamon cayenne hot cocoa order from the counter. They stepped out from the coffee shop into a cold night on Metropolis’s streets. Jimmy was staring up at the sky, Metropolis’s light pollution and the clouds of a winter sky obscuring the stars.

“…thinking about Scoops?” Jalana stepped next to him.

“Yeah…” Jimmy said quietly. He looked at his cup for a minute. “I saw.. a lot of different Amazos looking through the League computer. But uh… jeez, if you guys were worried about Clark turning evil…”

“But this Amazo was made by you, not Ivo,” said Jalana, as they both started walking down the street.

“I know, but I’m not anywhere near Ivo’s level, heck I was literally just using hardware he made… but I hope… I hope the fact that it was me makes a difference for him,” Jimmy rolled the grip of his fingers on his cup before taking a long sip, sugar and chocolate and spice and warmth going right to his heart and brain. His breath fogged out of him.

“We are going to be monitoring the situation,” said Jalana, “We don’t want to do anything to provoke the Spider Lady or the Android, but obviously introducing such a powerful entity to an already unstable universe warrants observation.”

“Think some of those reports can find their way into Flamebird?” Jimmy quirked an eyebrow.

“If I hear anything about your baby, you’ll be the first to know,” said Jalana, elbowing him.

“Oh god that’s too weird to think about now,” said Jimmy.

“You did make it,” said Jalana.

“I made an orb…drone thing. Sure, the orb can be a baby, but I can’t really call an 8-foot-tall sentient parasite suit that now weirdly has my best friend’s voice coming out of it a ‘baby.'”

“Everyone says that when they become a father,” said Jalana, sagely.

“Literally no one says that,” said Jimmy.

Jalana just smirked and sipped her own drink.

“Think they can actually pull it off?” asked Jimmy, “Stabilizing their universe, I mean.”

“I don’t know,” said Jalana, “I mean, I’ve seen loads of Lois Lanes save their universes. Hell, I’m in the organization of ‘Lois Lanes who save the multiverse.’ But Earth 19-Y is pretty far gone. At the very least, it’ll keep them both busy for a while, which is good for the whole multiverse.” They took a turn into Centennial Park, the grass on either side of them was frosted and snowflakes were starting to fall, getting caught in the soft glow of the lampposts.

“So, any other universes where I’m a villain?” asked Jimmy, “Just… I figure we should cover our bases here.”

“A couple,” Jalana shrugged, “None for you to really worry about, though.” She paused, smiling a little. ”There’s one where we’re a giant turtle kaiju,”

“Really!?” Jimmy’s face lit up.

“But honestly, a lot of the time we’re more likely to be dead than villains. Olsens get killed off in a lot of universes,” 

“Wow…” Jimmy stared off into the distance, “The multiverse is racist.”

“Jimmy, we aren’t black in every universe.”

Jimmy gave her a skeptical side-eye.

“I literally just told you there’s a universe where you’re a giant turt—You know what? Never mind,” Jalana sipped her mocha, “It’s one of the things you have to get used to, in the League, the concept of being dead in another universe, the hole you leave. You can’t really take it personally.”

“…maybe you guys should start taking it personally,” said Jimmy.

“What?” said Jalana.

“Well, the Spider Lady said that you guys were basically using her universe as a petri dish. And… from what I saw of your archives, even if you guys were stopping big inter-dimensional criminals, you still needed her universe to be horrible and miserable so it could act as a kind of… multiverse barometer for you to track the movement of inter-dimensional contraband. Her universe was messed up by stuff that was well beyond her control, and you guys didn’t do anything to un-mess it, even though you definitely had the means. Is that right?”

Jalana looked stunned. “I mean I don’t decide the policy—“

“Jalana…”

“…yeah,” said Jalana after a few seconds, “You’re right. We didn’t.” 

“How many universes were made better by having all their nastiness dumped into hers?” 

“A lot…” said Jalana, and then, “Enough,” but her mouth pulled into a grimace. “Look, it wasn’t that easy. How are you supposed to tell the people from the Hell-Worm universe, ‘Oh hey, I know you’re all celebrating the fact that you no longer have Hell-Worms, but uh-oh, it turns out your Hell-Worms were just beamed to a different universe by a bad guy and we have to put them back now?’ So you… you don’t take it personally.” She was wincing at her own words. 

“That doesn’t stop the people in their own universes from taking it personally,” said Jimmy.

“No.. it doesn’t,” said Jalana.

“…do you think it’s going to be like that for us?” Jimmy’s voice went oddly level.

“What?” Said Jalana.

“I mean, me, and Clark, and Lois,” said Jimmy, “There’s still so much we don’t know about what Clark can do, and I know it scares him. But he wants to help, and he’s going to do more, and more. The problems are going to get bigger. The world is going to get bigger. We already have to tell him he can’t do everything just in this city for his own sake, but what if we become like the League? Letting whole universes suffer for what we think is the greater good? Destroying things for what they could become, rather than just seeing them for what they are?”

Jalana weighed his words for a few seconds. “I think… as long as you do worry about that, you don’t have to worry about it, do you know what I mean? When you stop worrying about it…that’s when you should be worried.”

“Probably going to have to come up with a better system than that,” said Jimmy, “I mean we could worry about it while still doing it, is the thing.”

“Yeah,” said Jalana, sipping her drink, “…it should probably be a bigger red flag for me that one of your big fears for your universe is ending up like us, huh?”

“I mean, yeah, you had all that ‘Evil Superman’ footage, but end of the day, for our Clark, you guys shot first.”

“Mm,” Jalana just sullenly sipped at her drink again.

“Well you didn’t,” Jimmy corrected himself, “Are you still going to stick with the League? That’s twice, or like, five times you’ve helped us now. Are you going to get like, interdimensional-court-martialed?

“Lanes need Olsens,” Jalana shrugged, “If there’s one consistent thing I’ve seen for Jimmies and Jalanas and Jaimes and Gemmas and Yakovs across the multiverse, it’s that, at our best, we keep our friends grounded. We remind the world of what really matters. Hopefully what happened with the Spider Lady will be a wake-up call, but if it isn’t…” she stirred the ice in her drink, “Either way, I have work to do with the League. Speaking of which,” she held her hand out expectantly.

“What?” Jimmy said innocently.

“Flamebird to Flamebird, don’t bullshit me,” said Jalana flatly, “I want to be able to write down that you were compliant in the report.”

Jimmy sighed, “Fine,” he said, fishing the Spider Lady’s inter-dimensional burn hole projector out of his jacket pocket and handing it over, “You don’t know if I was actually going to use it.”

“Sure I do,” said Jalana, pocketing it.

“…Is Yakov the turtle kaiju Jimmy?” Jimmy asked after a few seconds.

“No, Yakov Olsenovich is a ballerino.”

“I'm a ballerino!?”

——

It was a miracle Earth 19-Y was still holding together. Literally. To its credit, the disastrous warping of its magnetic field lent itself to beautiful auroras glittering across a furious dark red sky, but also resulted in phenomena could only be described as ‘mass migratory bird suicides’ and ‘lightning that goes the wrong way,’ among others. The constant rain of debris burning up in its atmosphere made every night a dread-filled spectacular meteor shower, which was its own strange consolation prize for stars that were no longer visible. 

A pale blue portal opened several hundred feet above a troubled ocean, and Amazo hovered out. The Android was no longer holding the Spider Lady by her jacket like a scruffed kitten, but rather carrying her bridal style as she kept her arms furiously folded across her chest and simmered in its arms. Amazo’s blank orange eyes surveyed its surroundings. It saw churning seas that had all but devoured every soft edge of a beach and now snapped and battered violently at crumbling cliffs at every shoreline. It saw the distant fires of rockets and anti-missile defense systems blinking and blooming against dark horizons.

“…it’s best not to stay in the open like this too long,” said the Spider Lady, looking at the seething, spraying waters below them. She squinted into the distance and made out a sad scribble of a skyline. “There,” she pointed, “Take us over there.” Amazo glanced down as she took in a breath as if steeling herself.

“Why there, Miss Lane?” Amazo tilted its head.

“It’s home,” the Spider Lady’s voice was barely audible over the roar of waves below. 

Amazo seemed to process her words for a second, before taking off in that direction. She tightened in the android’s arms in the ensuing blast of wind and spray of water, tucking her chin against her collarbone and squeezing her eyes shut. In a sense she had succeeded, she had gotten Amazo, brought the Android back to her world, but she was still coming back to a world without her Jimmy. The world she had left to save would now be her prison, and the weapon she had sought to save it with, her warden. She lifted her chin to glare up at Amazo, who was staring blankly ahead as it flew. Stupid robot, she thought darkly. 

 The Metropolis of her world was not the clean art deco lines and gleaming elevated trains of the Metropolis of Earth 12-M, but a twisted and burned shadow of it. Even the great ringed celestial sphere sculpture topping the Daily Planet building was a warped and crumpled crescent, like something had taken a bite out of it. Amazo chose that as the landmark to touch down on. 

Amazo had barely assumed a stable standing position on the Daily Planet’s roof when the Spider Lady furiously flapped an arm in the Android’s face, her legs trying to flail out of its grip. “Down. Put me down.”

The android all but dropped her and she stumbled a few steps away from him to regain her balance. Her head was still pounding and her body ached all over from the beating that other Lois had given her, and actually standing on her own two feet gave her a chance to finally assess the damage that had been done. Her head was swimming from equal parts exhaustion, not eating, and the welts and bruises she could feel making their presence known as the adrenaline of everything faded. The Spider Lady swept her hands down the front of her dress with distaste before looking around, her shoulders visibly slumping. “Shithole, sweet shithole,” she said, softly, looking around the ruined Metropolis.

Amazo was silent behind her, a golden sentinel, what should have been her ultimate weapon now turned to… she didn’t know what. A hero, if all the morons one world back could be believed, but she knew better than that. Across so many worlds, Amazo, too, was a force of fear and destruction. It would be safer as a weapon. Sentience? The ability to make its own choices? No, she couldn’t trust that at all. She put her hands on her hips and puffed out a breath.

“All right, Golden Boy,” she said, “Let’s get one thing straight: Without me you’d still be a glorified camera orb floating around in the happy-go-lucky rom-com ‘Oh no, killing is bad’ universe. So I expect to be treated with a little respect if we’re both going to be stuck here.”

“I do not see how showing you disrespect would benefit the current situation,” said Amazo.

“Ugh, how much of that Clark did you absorb?” 

“I do not absorb, I duplicate. Though, I can understand the confusion, seeing as the exterior of this chassis was previously the Parasite of Earth 12-M.”

The Spider Lady dragged a hand down her face with barely contained rage. Amazo looked out towards the horizon.

“I was made to save this universe,” said Amazo, like it hadn’t been saying that this whole damn time, “I anticipated dire conditions, but it is clear there are multiple crises happening both independently and interdependently.” 

“What, were you thinking you’d just… take care of it all in one go? Fly around the world really fast? Turn back time? No, it doesn’t work like that.. this world is broken forwards and backwards.” 

“I see…” Amazo said slowly.

“Where do you want to start?” said the Spider Lady, “The Marianas trench fish man invasion? The giant living metal engine city that’s grown over the smoking crater that used to be L.A. County? That one psychic who’s possessed the entire British Isles and will likely kill everyone if he has an aneurysm which could happen in the next few hours? The Hell-Worms? Take your pick. You can pretty much chuck a rock anywhere and there’s something to do.”  

“What is causing the disruption in this earth’s magnetic field?” Amazo asked after a few seconds, looking up.

“Oh, that?” The Spider Lady chewed her thumbnail, “That was a failed doomsday device from some other dimension from a few years ago. It’s still stuck in our core. Apparently it didn’t work on our earth because it was meant for another planet and…” she flapped a hand, “Iiii don’t think you should start with that. You only have the Kryptonian’s powers. And you’d have to go to the planet’s core and like… get it spinning again? Jimmy knew more about it than me…” she trailed off quietly, then suddenly perked up, “Oh you know what? I’m pretty sure that lava monster is still attacking Iceland. Actually, we probably don’t have an Iceland any more but the lava monster’s definitely still there. Go beat that thing up, get its powers, and then you can go to the earth’s core.”

“An adequate strategy.” Amazo mused, floating off the ground slightly, “Thank you, Miss Lane.”

“Psh. You would have figured it out on your own, probably,” the Spider Lady shrugged.

“It is my understanding that many universes have collapsed in the absence of their respective Lois Lanes,” said Amazo, solemnly, “Do not underestimate your importance to this one.”

A blush crept up the Spider Lady’s cheeks—or maybe it was just all the broken blood vessels from all the punches. Yeah, that had to be it.

“Eh—” the Spider Lady’s breath caught in her throat for a second before she shook her head and then barked, “D-didn’t I tell you to go beat up that lava monster!? What are you doing floating there, for!? Hop to it, Golden Boy!”

Amazo gave her a single, acquiescent nod that send another flush of heat up the back of her neck, then took off, leaving the Spider Lady on the roof of the ruined Daily Planet. “Stupid robot…” she muttered under her breath, fidgeting with her hair.

[imaginewithmgk]

a daydream away

prompt; a daydream away - all time low

link to music video

summary: y/n and colson keep having day dreams about each other

word count: 2,801

warnings: drug & alcohol, light smut

I wish you could see your face right now 'Cause you're grinning like a fool And we're sitting on your kitchen floor On a Tuesday afternoon

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“I can’t believe you said that!” I laugh at my best friend.

“He was being annoying, what did you expect?” He responds, his breaths interrupted with the laugh he tries to cover up so often. I wish he wouldn’t because it has to be my favourite sound, ever. 

“Still! You didn’t have to tell him to fuck off,” I grin.

“I wish you could see your face right now,” Colson laughs. 

“What? Why!?” I laugh with him. 

“You’re grinning like a fool,” He smirks.

“Oh, shut up,” I playfully hit his chest. Colson and I went to a late lunch and were interrupted by the usual swarm of paparazzi, the life of a modern-day rockstar I suppose. Instead of ignoring them like he usually does, and is supposed to, the mixture of alcohol and mushrooms in his system had apparently disbanded his dignity and necessity to care about his public image, hence the abrupt “Fuck off!” aimed at the group swarming our once peaceful table. Like I said, the alcohol definitely played a large role in the outburst, we’re both pretty drunk. 

“Couldn’t help it,” He shrugs and pours another drink for the both of us. I slide my back down the kitchen counter and plop on the floor, my legs feel like jelly so I figure the cold tiles will almost certainly either sober me up or at least make me feel better. He turns around with two drinks in his hand,

“What are you doing on the floor?” Colson furrows his eyebrows.

“Dunno, looked comfy I spose,” I slur. I think the coldness of the tiles or being this close to the ground made me feel drunker, is that possible? Apparently so. He smirks, still looking confused but amused at the same time, and slides down next to me. He places the drinks on the floor, one on the right side of my ankle and the other somewhere next to him. I bend my knees so they’re against my stomach and wrap my arms around them, I’m suddenly very cold. The effect of the tiles I guess. 

“Hey, what day is it?” I ask Colson and lean my head on his shoulder. I watch our shadows reflect on the various objects in his dark kitchen. 

“I think it’s a Tuesday afternoon?” 

“Oh god,” I huff. 

It doesn't matter when we get back To doing what we do 'Cause right now could last forever Just as long as I'm with you.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“These tiles are so fucking cold,” I laugh. 

“My ass is freezing,” Colson groans as he uses his hands to push himself up and stand up somewhat straight. He rocks back and forth for a few seconds before offering me his hand, I take it and he helps me up. I stabilise myself and finish my drink quickly. He does the same.

“Movie marathon?” I offer. 

“Hell yeah!” Colson yells before quite literally scampering away to his bedroom I assume. He seems to always pick his bedroom, and house in general, to hang out in opposed to mine, but I don’t mind because his bed is comfier anyway and I feel more comfortable when he’s around. 

I do my best to navigate my way to Colson’s room without destroying any property, but the effect alcohol has on my body is tragic. I knock into a few walls but eventually make it to his room and plop my body down on his bed. I crawl into a comfortable position, my favourite position in fact, that just so happens to be on his chest with his arm wrapped around me. 

We watch a movie or two but then I am rudely interrupted by my own bladder. I was very comfortable and warm until I couldn’t last another minute without going to the bathroom.

“I’m going to pee, I’ll be right back,” I say as I watch his eyes droop with tiredness but I don’t mind. He needs a good rest. 

You're just a daydream away I wouldn't know what to say if I had you

Colson’s P.O.V.

I watch her walk into the bathroom and breathe out gently at the thought of her. I wouldn’t know what to do or say if I had her. I’ve never felt more content than I do when she’s in my arms, and I’m sad she’s gone. I hear the tap run which signals she’s washing her hands and/or face so I make my way out of the bed and walk over to the bathroom. She opens the door and almost crashes into my chest, I guess she didn’t expect me to be standing right outside the door when she opened it, which makes sense. I wouldn’t expect it either. 

“W-what are you doing?” My best friend asks me as I place both hands above her shoulders, next to her face, and gently push her against one of the walls in my bedroom. I brush a stray hair out of her face and tuck it behind her ear, leaving my hand on the side of her warm face. 

“Can I kiss you?” I mumble, staring into her entrancing eyes. She nods gently so I lean my face in slowly. Our lips mould together perfectly, like they were only made for each others. At this moment in time I know she’s my soulmate, my twin flame, everything I wanted and was meant to have in life. I grip one hand on her hip and leave the other on the side of her face, rubbing my thumb gently over her cheek. Y/N pulls away slowly and rests her forehead on mine, our warm breaths are the only thing we can concentrate on. 

“Jump,” I whisper. She does exactly what I told her to and wraps her legs around my waist. Instead of a kiss filled with passion like the previous one, this one is filled with lust. I spin us around so I can lie her on my bed and crawl on top of her. I trail kisses from her lips, down her jaw, then her neck and begin to suck on the delicate skin that litters her collarbones. 

And I'll keep you a daydream away Just watch from a safe place So I never have to lose

3rd Person’s P.O.V.

“Colson?” Y/N’s voice interrupts his daydream. Daydream, that whole kiss was a fucking daydream. He thinks to himself. The troubled boy puts his head in his hands and huffs loudly.

“Yeah?” He looks up at her with his sparkling blue eyes. The girl kneels down on the bed and places her soft hands over his rough ones. The combination creates a perfect synergy. 

“What’s wrong?” She furrows her eyebrows.

“Nothing, just had a weird daydream,” Colson tells her. 

“What was it about?” She asks as she resumes her usual position, in both of their favourite spots, with her head on his chest and his arm wrapped around her shoulder. They both feel secure. 

“I was reminiscing on a party we had recently,” He lies. He feels incredibly bad but he believes there’s no way he can ever tell her how he truly feels about her.

“Okay,” She mumbles, knowing he was lying because they hadn’t had any parties recently. She decides to respect his wishes to keep it to himself and not push the issue. She knew she would figure out what’s wrong with him sooner or later. 

“You’re just a daydream away,” He thinks to himself. 

We would go out on the weekend To escape our busy lives And we'd laugh at all the douche bag guys Chasing down their desperate wives

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“You’re way too hot to be acting like that!” I watch in awe as Colson belts out the words to an unreleased song with Dom by his side and Mod not too far away. I love nights like this, where Colson and I decide to go out and there’s an impromptu performance at The Roxy. Nights where we would randomly stumble in Travis and the two men couldn’t help but jam together in front of a large, very drunk, crowd of people. All different types of people, but mostly influencers who post little snippets on their Instagram stories for fans to obsess over for months. I’m definitely guilty of a few drunk posts here and there. 

“Did you like the song?” Colson asks me as he gives me a very sweaty hug. 

“Dude! You’re so sweaty, get away from me!” I laugh as I swat him away. He reluctantly lets go and pouts. “But yes, I did love the song,”

“You better,” He grumbles and moves away to grab a drink. 

He returns not long after with a drink for himself, and a drink for me. I’m designated driver tonight so a lemonade is the craziest drink I’ll be downing.

“Thank you my love,” I say before taking a swig of the fizzy liquid. 

“No worries,” He says before wrapping a strong arm around my shoulders. “Hey, check them out,” Col points at a man trying to get the attention of a woman who I assume to be his wife. The man tugs on her wrist as she talks to the bartender. 

“Come on, let’s go home,” I hear him plead. 

“One more drink,” She slurs. Colson and I laugh at the pair, a douchebag guy chasing down his desperate wife. I only hope that won’t be me one day. 

I would drink a little too much You'd offer me a ride And I would offer you a t-shirt And you would stay another night

Colson’s P.O.V.

I sway from side to side, the alcohol suddenly hitting me all at once. I think I’ve had a little too much. 

“Do you want to stay at mine or yours tonight?” Y/N asks as she leans her head on my chest. 

“Mine, when did you want to go?” I ask her, hoping she’d say now. I’d much rather be at home with her than here right now. Don’t get me wrong, I love my friends and I love performing but when I get past a certain point of drunkness I just want to go home with my girl. Well, I wish she was my girl. 

“Now?” She asks. 

“Sounds good to me,” I pause. “Can you stay over?”

“Yeah of course,” She smiles.

We make our way to her car, she decided to be the designated driver tonight so she’s completely sober. I love that she is responsible and controlled enough to stay sober in one of her most favourite party environments, it’s very admirable. I stumble a few times but eventually get situated in the passenger seat. I watch as the puts her seatbelt on and demands me to mine on,

“Put your seatbelt on love,” She smiles at me. I nod and put it on, not without difficulty that’s for sure. Y/N puts her car in drive, puts the handbrake down and drives off towards my house.

“Thank you for staying over,” I hiccup. 

“I stay over all the time, even when you don’t want me to. It’s practically my house now! You don’t need to thank me,” She laughs. 

“Still,” I pause and reach over to place my hand on her thigh. I swear I can see her blushing. “I appreciate it,”

“Anytime Col,” She responds. 

“And I always want you around,” I tell her. 

“Aww you’re so cute,” She puts her hand on top of mine. 

“You should move in,” I hiccup, again. 

“That’s a conversation to be had when sober,” She laughs. I love her laugh. 

“Here, drink this,” Y/N says as she hands me a bottle of water. I stumble through the kitchen and grab the bottle, pretty much inhaling it. I always forget how dehydrated smoking and drinking makes me. 

“Let’s go to bed,” I tug on her wrist and lead her to my room. 

I watch as she pulls her short dress down once again. 

“Do you want something else to sleep in?” I laugh at her. 

“Shut up,” She pouts. “But yes please,” 

I laugh at her and grab a clean t-shirt from my drawer,

“Here,” I throw it to her and watch her walk into the bathroom. 

“Col, you gave me your favourite shirt! I didn’t notice until I put it on. I can’t wear this,” Y/N pouts. 

“I’d give you anything I own if it means you’ll stay another night,” I tell her. 

“Colson,” She drags my name out as she walks over and sits next to me on my bed. “I love you,” She wraps her arms around me from the side. 

“I love you too,” I hug her back. 

You're just a daydream away I wouldn't know what to say if I had you And I'll keep you a daydream away Just watch from a safe place So I never have to lose

Y/N’s P.O.V.

I wake up snuggled up to Colson, he has his arms wrapped around me. I rub my eyes and pinch my arm to make sure I’m not daydreaming, I’ve been doing that a lot lately so I have to check sometimes. I stir before kissing his collarbone lightly. I freeze and watch in disbelief as he opens his eyes,

“I- I don’t know why I did that,” 

“It’s fine Y/N,” Colson laughs as he lets go of me. I frown at the sudden loss of contact. 

“Um I’m going to go brush my teeth,” I exclaim as I get out of the bed quickly and scurry into the bathroom. I shut the door behind me, face the mirror and put my hands on the counter. 

“What is wrong with me?” I think to myself. For the past few weeks I’ve been having non stop daydreams about Colson, from cute dates to us hooking up. It’s starting to become a problem. 

I splash my face with cold water and take a deep breath before actually brushing my teeth like I said I was going to, then head out of the bathroom. 

I open the door to see Colson still lying in the same place. I smile lightly and get back into bed with him, moving into the same position I was in. He wraps his arms around me again as I turn to face him. 

“Hi,” He says softly. 

“Hey,” I blush, and make direct eye contact with him. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” He grins. 

“I want to tell you something but you have to promise not to be weird about it,”

“Sure, what’s up?” Colson rubs my back lightly in a comforting way and I can’t help but shiver at his touch. 

“I keep having these weird daydreams about you,” I admit shyly. 

“And what do we do in them?”

“Well sometimes it’s just us hanging out like normal, sometimes it’s a bit more… intense,”

“What do you mean intense?” He furrows his eyebrows. 

“I don’t know how to explain it,” I lower my voice. “Sometimes we’re cuddling like normally do, sometimes we’re kissing, sometimes we do more than that…”

“Wow Y/N, I don’t know what to say,”

“I shouldn’t have told you, oh my god! It’s so embarrassing,” I whine.

“No it’s not. I’m not judging you at all, I’m just in shock because I’ve been having the same day dreams,” 

“Are you serious?” My eyes widen. “What are the odds?” I giggle, trying to lighten the mood. He doesn’t say anything. His eyes drift down to my lips and then up to my eyes to make direct contact.

“Can I kiss you?” I nod. Colson places two fingers under my chin and leans in to get closer to my face. I feel his breath fan my lips, before his lips connect with mine. Our lips move in sync, god I’ve waited so long for this feeling. He pushes himself up, whilst still keeping our mouths connected and hovers over me. I allow him to put one knee in between my legs and the other on the side of my body. I run my hand down the side of his stomach and he shivers which makes me smile into the kiss. 

Colson pulls away from my lips and rests his forehead on mine.

“I love you,” He says gently.

“I love you too,”

“Y/N, you awake?” I feel a finger poke my shoulder.

“Huh? What?” I open my eyes to see Colson staring at me strangely.

Was I seriously day dreaming again?

[joy-of-life88]

Can I love again? [a Roman Reigns story] 20 I can love again

I stood at the window and let my eyes travel around. He was such a beautiful place. I was glad we had found it.

"Nervous?" asked Renée as she handed me my bouquet.

"Not at all." I replied with a smile as Dean entered the room.

"Is the bride ready? It's almost time." he said, giving his wife a quick kiss.

"Yes, I'm ready. How is he?" I wanted to know.

"He's excited. And I'm sure he'll cry at the sight of you." said Dean, smiling.

"Aww! Are you saying I look good?" I asked laughing.

"You do. I'm glad you guys found each other." he replied.

"Thank you, Dean. For everything." I said and had to pull myself together so I wouldn't start crying. Besides, I didn't want to mess up my makeup.

"Nah, not for that. But remind me again... why does Seth get to do the cooler job?" he wanted to know, pouting a little.

"Well, we thought you'd have a hard time not making inappropriate comments," I explained again.

"She's got a point, babe." giggled Renée.

"Maybe you're right." he grumbled.

"And your job is pretty damn important, too. For today, you're my dad. You have to make sure I don't trip. It's your job to give me to Roman. But if it makes you feel any better.... if Roman doesn't cry or if Seth says something inappropriate, you can kick them," I replied.

"That sounds good. Then let's go. The sunset waits for no one," he said and then held out his arm for me to join him.

As Roman and I talked about our ideas for our wedding, we realized almost immediately that we wanted to keep it as small and intimate as possible. We'd both had big, elaborate weddings. Now we wanted to focus on just us. We would have preferred to do it all by ourselves, but we both knew that wouldn't have gone over well with his mom.

And here we were. On our wedding day in January. We found this beautiful white gazebo that had a gorgeous view over the Tampa Bay. It was perfect for us and our 25 guests.

Everything, just everything had gone smoothly during the preparations. I had found a dress right away. It was a knee length, ivory lace dress. The location didn't have a reservation that very day and everyone who was invited had time.

I was convinced that our angels had something to do with it. They watched over us and helped us to do everything as we imagined it. Today they were very close to us. I just felt that.

Renée gave the signal to the guitar player to start playing. The classical Canon in D by Pachelbel. I have always loved that.

On Dean's arm I slowly walked towards the gazebo where Roman would be waiting for me. As soon as our eyes met, I saw him start to smile happily, but at the same time the first tears glistened in his beautiful eyes.

"Looks like he won't get a kick." Dean whispered to me as we arrived by my future husband.

He then gave me a kiss on the cheek and placed my hand in Roman's meaningfully.

"You look stunning, angel," he breathed.

"You look stunning too, Romeo," I replied.

"Dearly beloved guests. We are gathered here today to celebrate love with Roman and Y/N. I am sure you will all agree with me when I say that no one deserves it more than these two.

I was there when Roman saw Y/N for the first time. And let me tell you, from the first moment on he was smitten. The two were meant to find each other. It was destined and no matter what obstacles they have faced or will face, I just know that they are strong enough to make it through.

Fate has not always been kind to them, but neither of them has let it destroy them. On the contrary, we have here two extraordinary people who together form an inseparable, strong unit.

Roman, please tell Y/N what she means to you," said Seth who officiated the ceremony.

"Y/N, my angel. Seth is right. As soon as I laid eyes on you I was smitten. I immediately felt the need to take you in my arms and comfort you. From that moment on, you had my full attention.

I didn't know it back then, but I found something in you that I wasn't even looking for. You taught me to enjoy life to the fullest, because none of us knows how much time we really have. With you by my side, life is so much more beautiful and precious. I promise to love and honor you. I will protect you. And I will be grateful to you every single day for bringing love back into my life.

You are truly a gift from the heavens. You are the strongest person I know. You are the sweetest thing I know. Y/N, you are the only woman who has touched my heart and at the same time you have healed my soul. I love you, Y/N. More every day." Roman said while holding my hand tightly, looking deep into my eyes and then sliding my wedding band on my finger.

"Roman, my Romeo. With you I feel safe. From the first time I leaned my head against your chest to fall asleep, I felt safe and comfortable. They say it's darkest before the dawn. And I can say that this is true. You came into my life as a shining light. A light that showed me that it is not only possible to move on, but that it is okay to do so.

You accepted my past and helped me to do the same. And although the pain will never go away completely, it is so much easier to bear as long as you are by my side. You make me happy. So incredibly happy. I am grateful to you for coming into my life and I am grateful to the angels who sent you to me. I can live again and more importantly, I can love again!

For your undying support and care alone, I will always be grateful. You healed my broken heart and soothed the pain in my soul. You are the love everyone deserves and seeks in their life. I love you and I will always love you," I said with tears running down my cheeks. I took a deep breath and then put Roman's ring on my finger.

We waited for Seth to continue, but nothing happened.

"Seth?" asked Roman, looking at him.

"What, oh yeah, sorry. That was beautiful." he sniffled and everything present had to laugh. I couldn't see it, but I was sure Dean was rolling his eyes.

"Do you, Roman Reigns, take Y/N to be your lawfully wedded wife?" asked Seth after clearing his throat.

"I do!" replied Roman in a firm voice.

"And you, Y/N L/N, do you take, Roman as your lawfully wedded husband?" he asked me.

"I do!" I answered, beaming.

"By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Roman, you may kiss the bride." said Seth, sounding very proud.

Carefully, Roman took my face in his hands and gave me a loving kiss. The first kiss as my husband. Our first kiss as a married couple.

This right here was a sign that miracles really can happen.

[mochiwrites]

OMG MOCHIIIIII YOU DEVIOUS SMART CAT

Hopefully this is big enough for spoiler warning

Well I'm back from the dead, it's me Lurker Anon. I saw that this was created/updated when I was happily playing WynnCraft...

"Funny, how he called Grian ‘collateral damage’ once."

"It was never Grian. "

-ITS BECUASE THEY ARE THE COLLATERAL DAMAGE, BOTH SCAR AND MUMBO AND THE KIDS. SINCE GRIAN IS MORTAL AND THEY'RE IMMORTAL, AND IF GRIAN DIES, THEY DIE EMOTIONALLY...

"It was all going to come crashing down anyway, and Scar knows that. From the beginning he was willing to throw everything away, to destroy it all if it meant keeping Tubbo safe. And the time is upon him now to do exactly that. 

Scar feels bad that it has to end this way, that he’s being forced to betray his friends one last time, as a final goodbye. But he hopes that they’ll understand why he has to do this (even if he doesn’t want to). He hopes they’ll understand that it was nothing personal, that he needed to do what was best for his son. Surely they can understand, when they both have people they want to protect. 

He does wish it didn’t have to be this way. He wishes things could have been different. But he’s dug his grave, and it’s time for him to rest in it. There’s no climbing his way back up to the top, buried at the bottom with all of the shovels he used to get down here. No amount of rope can pull him out. It’ll snap apart under the weight of his actions, so why try? There’s no real point in it."

-WHAT IS UP WITH THE VIBES/MOOD. ITS GIVING "IT WAS NEVER MEANT TO BE" OR "IT WAS NEVER MEANT TO LAST."

"“Just your run of the mill picnic,” Grian answers, holding the basket up so that Scar can see it. 

“A picnic, huh?” Scar questions, looking at it with interest. 

Mumbo nods in return, something easy in his posture. Relaxed. It’s a good look on him, Scar thinks. “We figured we should take advantage of the peace while we can,” he chuckles. There’s an easygoing smile on his face as he looks over at Grian, and Scar can see the blatant fondness in his gaze. Months ago, the sight would’ve been enough to tie his chest in knots, leaving some uncomfortably tangled feeling. “There’s a park Grian brought me to a while ago that the boys wanted to see,” Mumbo explains, looking back to Scar with the smile (Scar can’t help but wonder if he’s ever made Mumbo smile like that). "

-JESEUS CHRIST, I CAN'T READ OR WATCH THIS ANYMORE MY GOSH. THE DRAMA AND SUSPENSE IS KILLING ME, MY ANXITY IS AT ITS ALL TIME HIGH. OH MY GOODNESS, OF COURSE YOU HAVE MADE MUMBO HAPPY LIKE THAT BEFORE.

"You wanna come with?” Grian offers, and Scar really wishes that he didn’t. “I could split my sandwich.” His eyes shine with light mischief. 

No, Scar wants to say. No, I think it’s better if you stopped being kind to me. The words don’t leave him. Instead, Scar keeps the smile on his face, fighting against the tension that threatens to strain it at the edges. He pushes Scar away, lets the Grim Reaper envelop him. “I’d be honored!” It’ll be no different than the thousands of other jobs he’s done

“Great!” Grian chirps, smiling at him. 

Scar looks at them, and mentally offers an apology. “Do you mind a quick detour first? There’s a new shop that opened up that I think you’ll like.”"

-*WAILLSSS*

"It reminds Grian of the times he’s seen Scar fight. His shoulders are set straight, knees braced and bent, ready to attack or defend. There’s always confidence in Scar’s movements, cocky but self assured. He knows his way around a weapon, how to handle himself in a fight. And with the way Scar acts now, Grian would almost assume the man is preparing himself for something. Which doesn’t make any sense, considering there’s no fight occurring. 

So why?

A part of Grian wonders if Scar knows something they don’t. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t give the idea some credit. There’s been a lingering thought in the back of his mind since the hunters camp, a distant one. At the time he hadn’t wanted to entertain it, stopped himself from thinking it. He hadn’t wanted to think that Scar was the one who set the trap with the house in the woods. Why would he? It wouldn’t have made any sense for Scar to trap it, not when he was the one who sent them there. "

-BROOO, PEARL BETTER BE INTRODUCED TO SCAR, MUMBO, AND THEIR KIDS. AFTERALL ITS ONLY FAIR PEARL GETS TO MEET GRIAN'S FUTURE PARTNERS, WHEN GRIAN ALREADY MET THEIR KIDS. AND THE FACT THAT I NEED PEARL TO BE INTRODUCED TO GRIAN'S FUTURE PARTNERS BEFORE HE GOES ON DATES IS NEDDED, HE NEEDS SUPERVISION. BESTIE GOING ON DATES WITH TWO IMMORTAL PEOPLE THAT ALMOST KILLED HIM.

"Grian frowns in disappointment. He had a feeling that was the case. Scar likes to deflect a lot, he’s noticed. He hides behind a mask for comfort or protection, Grian isn’t sure. Maybe both. They’re a bit similar in that way. Except Grian tends to run, where Scar hides, blending in. Either way, he doesn’t like the feeling he has. The worry and the feeling of something being wrong. He can only hope that Scar will talk to them, will trust them to tell them what’s going on with him. That’s all either of them want, after all. "

-IN EVERY SINGLE UNIVERSE BESTIE.

"There’s a shadow on the roof somewhere, straight ahead of them. He’s not sure what causes him to so confidently exclaim it, but he does, “Over there!” He points in the general direction of the shadow, just hardly able to make out some sort of humanoid shape. "

-I'm assuming that the shooter is the oc judging from the tags.

"The sound of Grian hitting the ground is deafening in Mumbo’s ears. It sounds like a slab of cement as he lands, echoing in Mumbo’s head. He can’t tear his eyes away as red begins to seep out from Grian’s body, leaking out in a slow forming puddle. It stains his jumper as he bleeds out on the path below. The world fades back into focus, Mumbo can hear Jrum crying. Everything kicks back into motion, and Mumbo finds his voice once more. "

-I'm guessing everything (Scar possibly making amends) will be resolved in the next few stories, and that Scar will make a choice in this story (probably last chapter)

Gosh Mochi, I think we need to send you our therapy bills or something /lh /j

But, that was a huge ride.

-Lurker Anon

WHEEZE HI WELCOME BACK FROM THE DEAD

y'know this is Not the first time someone has joked about me being sent therapy bills LMAOOOO alas, I am a broke college student Also paying therapy bills whoops --

but YEAH THIS CHAPTER... there sure was a Ton happening in this one, god. it was really fun to get into scar's head like that and expose a bit more of his thought process and stuff. and just ??? everything happening was so AUGH. AUGH.

scar's "I think it's better if you stopped being kind to me" line really kills me T^T

and the ride has only begun. all four chapters of this fic are bumpy as hell and I am very excited about it >:3c

[my-toh-theories-2]

Quick lil theory but this has been on my mind for a while. But, why did Belos give SO much leniency for Lilith? She's the only character we see him give that kind of treatment to. She got to keep her Palismen (the only one he didn't steal/eat barring Eda) and let her fail for over a MONTH in capturing Eda. OVER A MONTH. Anyone else they'd be fucking fired or dead. So, why?? Well, I have an idea.

Firstly no, I don't think Belos was born evil. His own mindscape reflects this as his child aura was purple before it turns into a sinister red later in life. He n Evelyn could've actually been friends? mabye? Eh I lean more towards acquaintance/friend-ish kinda but you get my point lol.

Ok so hurray they once were friends, mabye. Well now I gotta describe another theory. My own lil personal theory I wrote up that was apart of one stupid long post like a week before s3 ep1 dropped. It is very long ripp but if you wanna read it go nuts. Bit out of date n got some stuff wrong but yeah

Anyways, my Evelyn was royalty in someway theory before giving up her throne!! Imo a queen cuz well...

"Little prince..."

There's more evidence supporting this there are ruins on the knee that imply a grand structure once lived there. And that Belos destroyed these now ruins (he is the kind of petty bitch to do that too). And Bill in Edge of The World calls the Boiling Isles the "Carcass Kingdom" instead of an Empire which is what it technically is.

Also this thing. It shows up ALL the fucking time on Eda's ceiling and it has a crown...

Also also!! This stupid soap drama parody! It's from the Owl Pellets from s1. It's about an upper class woman having to choose between a vain man who only wants her for the power she'd give him and a poor farmer boy that actually loves her. Also that egg's wearing Caleb's outfit dnsksk minus the shirt being white. Anyways, look at her dress compared to S1 Lilith's dress. Shares the same silhouette, a form fitting, floor length, A line dress with poofy, circular, sleeves. And while the hair isn't exactly the same... it's got the same vibe if you know what I mean...

Anyways... Belos has STRONG main character syndrome n, like his journal shows, needs to have a good story. A good fantasy. He's Luz that never got his Witches Before Wizards lesson (or did but it never stuck) And hey, what's a better story n fantasy then hey your brother n the FUCKING QUEEN lol. But, that's not how it played out. This is TOH. It's a fantasy show that breaks the fantasy genre. Evelyn and Caleb were both just, people. And from looking at the owl house tower they were people that just wanted a simple, quiet life together alone in the woods. Something that would both break the fantasy with us the audience and with Philip...

TL;DR basically coven head Lilith is who Evelyn was when she was still queen. Eda is who she became (more likely who she really was all along) when she finally gave up her throne. Which is why he's so lenient/ok with Lilith and fucking hates Eda lol

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How I would have done Wanda in the MCU (pt.3)

Note the fact that obviously everything that was going to happen to her character arc in phase 4 was not planned when she was seen in winter soldier so I do have the benefit of hindsight and this is by no means, something that should have been done or anything. 

I am not a screenwriter and this is not perfect

Okay. So this has been some time coming. In this post, I’m “re-writing” Wandavision and Multiverse of Madness. Most people have critiqued both projects as disappointing and I can’t help but agree. 

Wandavision was amazing at first but then the finale came along and the regular MCU vfx battle played out (which was unexpected given how different this show felt from the “regular” MCU) 

Multiverse of Madness was inconsistent and full of plot-holes. 

So right now, I will try my best to make her character arc flow better throughout the projects and maybe add something here and there 

Wandavision 

“ Thanks for the lesson..but I don’t need you to tell me who I am. “

As I said before, I genuinely think this show is fucking brilliant

It’s so weird and disconnected from a regular mcu project.  I love the first 8 episodes to death. But. Episode 9. That. Yeah. 

It was a disappointing finale yes. The regular cgi battle, Wanda effectively paying no consequences, the bohner thing? 

🥀so here’s what I would have done

First , to not make Agatha the main villain. 

Just to tweak ep.8 then, instead of Agatha going through Wanda’s memories and making all her comments, she keeps quiet and lets Wanda grieve. She almost says something of comfort but controls herself. If she fully needs to understand Wanda Maximoff, all she has to do is observe. 

As much as I adore Agatha All Along, it does undermine how far Wanda’s own grief has led her. 

How far her own grief has influenced her to quite literally enslave a whole town. She has no control over this power. 

How I would have done it is that Agatha finds out she is a witch and instead of becoming an antagonist, she is similar to her comic book counterpart. With her helping Wanda understand the extent of her power. 

Wanda is at a loss for words, she is genuinely confused beyond everything. Confused but angry. Angry at herself for doing everything, angry that her family can not be real, angry that she is subjected to such a fate. 

Agatha tries to calm her down but all in vain. She starts screaming and crying and the entirety of westview goes to shit. 

Agatha grabs onto her shoulders and tells her to stop, she’s hurting these people, she has enslaved a town, she needs to stop

Wanda rushes away and goes outside. All the townspeople are on their knees, crying out for help. Crying out for their families. Because they have them. She can’t. She can not escape the truth. Let this be a bad dream, let this be a bad dream. 

Then Agatha and Monica rush to her.Monica just needs Wanda to calm down and let these people people go so that Hayward does not issue another attack. Agatha rushes to her because she understands her power and what it can do. What if the hex extends farther, how far? Will it ever stop? Her destiny is set in the book of the damned. How long before she actually accomplishes her destiny. To destroy the world. She needs to calm down. She needs to stop. 

Then “MOM! MOM!” 

Wanda turns to see her twins. It could be the last time she does. The chokeholds around the townspeople disappear. She wants to run to them.

But why. To protect them? From whom? They easily defeated Hayward and his murder squad. The only danger here is her. She stops. 

Vision flies down next to them, after his ‘battle’ with his double.

She looks at Vision. Monica. Billy. Tommy. Agatha.The people of westview. The mayhem she has caused. The torture she has put them to. 

She knows what has to be done. But people, emotion, danger leads to chaos. 

Her power erupts once again. To destroy everything she created. To free these people. To kill her family. To free these people.  To subject herself to torture for eternity. To free these people. 

She knows what she is doing is right. But god, her own selfishness is still clinging on to the one hope she could have had. But perhaps the damned book is right. Her destiny is to destroy the world. Herworld. Over and over again. Till she destroys herself. 

The hex comes down. The townspeople are freed. They pause for a minute. Look at her. And then rush to find their families. 

Her only wish as she kneels there on the ground is that she can do the same. 

A hand touches her shoulder. Monica. She smiles. “I cannot understand the pain you feel right now. But I hope you find even the smallest glimmer of peace in knowing that you’ve freed them and done the right thing” 

No response. 

Monica leaves to handle the dazed S.W.O.R.D workers. 

Agatha kneels next to her. “Listen. I can’t change your fate. But I can help you. I want to help you.” 

They had both lost their families. They had both been betrayed. They both were shunned out for being too powerful. Accept the help.

“I don’t need your help, Agatha.” 

She knows that she should let her in. She knows more than her. But maybe it’s arrogance? Selfishness?

Wanda gets up. Looks around at the townspeople finally reunited with their loved ones. A frown on her face. Selfishness.

She shakes her frown off. Looks towards Agatha. “I’ll see you later, Agatha”. “Wanda, wait.” Both stay still. “Take this. I know you don’t need my help but you’ll need this. It’s a spell book. It can help you keep your powers in check”. In check. No response comes. She looks at Agatha and grabs the book.

She walks away.  The mayhem is over. She’s back at square 1. Just worse.

And that’s it for the main shit 

For the after credit scenes , 

 🥀Dr strange

Just show him waking up from a nightmare. Sensing something is wrong. He looks towards his watch. Then the mirror. He sits up. Then pan over to a book next to him where the runes on the cover glow red.  

Cut to black. 

🥀Pietro/ Peter 

Show him looking over some files. He escaped from the hex. No one thought to give him any mind. Thank goodness. He looks off to the side at a supposed someone. “She isn’t like us. More powerful for sure. Some other dna has influenced this.” He sighs, flipping over to another page. We pan away from him and then when the focus is not on him or the other person, we here a mumble/ whisper “Dad would have been proud,I guess” 

Dr. Strange in the Multiverse of madness 

“ It won’t be Wanda who comes for her.. It’ll be the scarlet witch “ 

Okay so some major problems 

🥀 her powers are inconsistent and all her badass moment are just created by a power that she just has in the moment and completely forgets about later 

🥀her motivations are weak 

🥀even if you watched wandavision, her arc does not flow well into multiverse of madness 

P.S I think the movie should have just been called multiverse of madness instead of dr strange in the.. 

because it is simply not a dr strange film. Both Wanda and Stephen share the spotlight and it is simply unfair to both the characters and the audience to advertise it like a sequel to a solo adventure. 

So I have thought a lot on this and this movie is mainly why I took so long to put this out. This movie has a lot of problems and inconsistencies. While I don’t dislike the movie, I can understand the argument as to why some people do. 

Okay a slight change. This changes and rewrites do not tie into one cohesive story. Rather they are just suggestions in which they could have taken the character and the plot points. So all of them don’t tie in together but are just ideas that could have been cool. 

🥀her powers 

Make them set. Telekinesis, reality warping and mind control.

Even with reality warping - give her limitations. Like it’s not under her control or it only happens in times of emotional distress (similar to Chavez) 

And then when the dark hold is involved, make their enhancement a direct result of the book. The book is not the reason she turns evil but the reason she has the means to do so. 

But then at the end when the dark hold is destroyed by her, her powers are back to where they were before. Maybe even weaker due to her not using them as often because she was so focused on the book of the damned. 

🥀her motivations 

Here, I would have bought back that idea of selfishness and her frustration that everyone around her is allowed to have a family and love. Even some of the members of the avengers have one - Clint mainly. Someone who she was so close to. Someone who she looked up to. But looking back on it, how much of it was admiration and how much jealousy.

It’s important we make her feel the absence and now that she has felt what it is like to have them, she will wreck everything in her path preventing from getting it back. Her thinking back on that day when she took down the hex to save those people. Should she have done it? Why should they be allowed to be with their families and she can’t. Childish yes but all of this has been building up since she was 10 years old. She was happy before the missile struck. She had a family before the missile struck. Why wouldn’t she retain that mentality (even if it’s small)? She was happy. She can be happy. She will be happy. She can’t suffer like this anymore and if that requires destroying the world along the way, then so be it. 

🥀her costume

So you may have noticed in the wandavision finale since we didn’t do the whole cgi battle, she didn’t get her costume. 

And I adore the wandavision costume so I do want to see it somewhere. 

So let’s trace it back to wandavision, shall we? 

After getting the book from Agatha, I’d picture she’d avoid for as long as possible. But she needs answers. She needs to keep her powers in check. She can’t lose control. Not again. 

And as she picks up the book and does a spell, Strange is alerted and his own runes book glows red. 

Then as she practices more, she gains this suit

🥀her helping Strange 

Strange approaches Wanda. He informs her that he needs her help to keep a multiversal traveller safe. The traveller isn’t capable of managing their power and the sorcerer supreme was informed of their existence due to this exact reason. Them not being able to control their power makes them an easy target for multiversal threats. So they need her help to keep them safe and track down the dark hold which the traveller requires to understand the multiverse and by extension their power. 

(Note I understand this is also a flawed narrative and excuse to ask for her help but just something like this can work) 

The concepts of the multiversal traveller and the dark hold make Wanda intrigued. Maybe if she gets a hold of them then she can finally have some way to find her family again. Her happiness. 

So she agrees to help them out.

🥀America Chavez 

The amount of missed opportunities with this character my god- 

 But okay. Wanda

One thing I would want to make clear is that Wanda does not know the person she is trying to kill and gain the power of is a literal child. She, someone who was harmed and experimented on as a child, is also on the search for her family, and her CHILDREN, would not want to willingly cause harm to her. 

Maybe for the first few scenes, she doesn’t meet her. Just fights whatever battle in whatever universe to keep her safe, or more importantly, her powers. Then when she does meet her, they talk for a bit. Maybe the conversation can lead somewhere to how they both lost their families, how they are both unable to control their powers, how they feel like a threat. Just when Wanda is starting to feel something for the kid, the realisation sets in. She has to kill her. 

The actual copy of the dark hold is no where to be found  so Wong takes them to Mt. Wundagore to finally set things straight. And when they reach, they see the statue, the throne, the beasts. All beckoning for her to just give in. Kill her. Take her power. Be happy. 

As her whirlwind of emotions occurs, Chavez can just drop in a line like “bro, you are so cool” which causes a chuckle but nothing more. 

The ending can go one of two ways, 

A previous threat (or all previous threats teaming up)  that they thought was dead tracked them here and issues and attack upon them to try and get Chavez. Wanda initially helps them or doesn’t do much to help the heroes. But then as soon as they have Chavez, something acts up. The need for the powers to herself? No. No no. How she wishes it was though.

An attack, an order to the beasts, something that makes the monster let go of America. She saved her.

(And then like everyone kicks ass together woohoo) 

gah

don’t know if I’m necessarily satisfied with m.o.m but eh. I hope you enjoyed.