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jo-harrington · 3 months

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Pwdre Ser (Eddie Munson)

Summary: It's Saturday Night. Eddie has no plans and the trailer all to himself. Of course he's gonna get himself into a sticky situation...

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings/Themes: Eddie implied to be dating/in a relationship with an unspecified partner, Smut, Male Masturbation, Monsterfucking...kind of?, Fantasies, DnD References

Note: Alright, so I've been playing the Stranger Things Puzzle Tales game and relaying all of my silly little fangirl thoughts about the Hellfire Club levels to @fracturedarkness because why wouldn't I? And the way some of these monsters in-campaign are named definitely confirm Eddie is a monsterfucker.

Thanks to @courtingchaos for the middle-of-the-night beta read.

You can find my masterlist here.

Please do not interact if you are not 18+.

Enjoy!

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Eddie couldn't help himself.

Well, ok. Rewind for a second.

Eddie was rarely able to help himself when the mood and timing were just right and his cock was just hard enough.

But tonight was a perfect storm.

His date canceled on him, Wayne was out of the house, he'd just read an issue of Batman featuring the true love of his life--one Dr. Pamela Isley--and he got inspired for an upcoming Hellfire Campaign.

"A haunted forest," he'd contemplated as he flipped through his Dungeon Master's Guide and wrote notes down. "No, an infected one." The Guide was carefully set on the table as he flipped through other books that he'd accumulated from library rummage sales and the second hand bookstore he favored in Indy.

He always liked to add some personal elements to the adventures and not go strictly by-the-book.

So from his pencil, an army of new creatures were born.

An old tree that housed a mimic-like creature.

A burrowing worm with hundreds of teeth that he affectionately nicknamed "Mouthy."

A moldy mushroom creature that released hypnotic spores.

And the crowning jewel...the boss...part human...part something else...with vines and a sharp-toothed grin and...

He scratched out a rough shape of the creature in the margins of his notebook and then squinted.

Now Eddie wasn't the best artist, but he could get by. Even to the untrained eye, his boss monster looked a little too much like Poison Ivy than he was comfortable with.

Those nerds would sniff him out immediately.

"Ok," his head tilted to the side, tongue sliding along the seam of his lips as he furiously erased parts of the figure. "Maybe...less boobs."

But the boobs were the best part.

"Boobs that...open up and turn into mouths?" He contemplated and then nodded and scribbled. "Venus flytrap boobs...yeah yeah yeah."

He snorted thinking of this boss seducing one of the players only for them to get their hands bitten off when they'd try to cop a feel. Some Botanical Femme Fatale.

"It'll serve them right," he snorted.

Even though he was sure, if he was in their position, he'd do the same.

"Alright, what else?"

And that was where he worked himself into a predicament.

Time was spent perfecting the Boss' body with all sorts of tentacles and teeth and dips and curves--

Not to mention all the ways that a player might be lured into the temptation of said Boss.

--and before long Eddie was well and truly fucked.

Well, more accurately, he wasn't fucked.

Nor would he be.

Because here he was, 9pm on a Saturday, dateless, with a drawing of a gorgeous, giant, monster woman...and a stiffy that he just couldn't ignore anymore.

"Damn," he sighed and leaned back, eyes clenching shut as he realized just how hard he was and just how much it ached just to sit there.

It was the best case scenario though: he had the trailer to himself, didn’t need to keep quiet or crank one out in the shower. He could take his time and savor the act.

Savor the fruits of his rogue imagination.

And he was at a bit of a standstill thinking about the mechanisms of his boss…what better way to figure out the ins and outs and what made it tick?

Before long he found himself in bed, propped up by pillows, jeans and boxers around his knees—he hadn’t been patient enough to fully undress—as he licked his Ticonderoga-and-big-pink-eraser-tainted palm in the absence of any other lubricant.

“Sometimes,” he hissed and let his eyes fall shut as he finally took his cock in his hand and squeezed. Delicious. “You just gotta go for old faithful.”

He treated himself to a few tentative strokes as he imagined himself in his foe’s forest.

His boots sloughed through the muck, clothes smattered with gore and remnants of spores and tar-like blood. He spotted her in the distance…draped in sheer fabrics that refracted the light like dew-covered cobwebs that stretched across the trees.

“Oh, that’s good,” he nodded and squeezed his shaft. If he got his players to focus on her clothes, her body…they wouldn’t be aware of her intentions.

He trudged across a vine-covered ground, the same vines that kept her tethered helpless to the trees. He called forth to assure that her rescue was imminent, but the more he closed the distance, the harder it got to navigate. Until he came to a halt right in front of her…

“Uh-huh.”

He pumped his fist.

…Against his will…

“Yeah.”

And again.

…As the vines slithered around his ankles and up his legs, locking him in place.

While the hand around his shaft twisted and pumped--fingertips dancing lightly as he circled the head and then back down--he traced pathways up his thigh with the other. He played with variations in pressure, much like the vines would, alive and throbbing.

He considered, in a moment of clarity, if his players would be disturbed by the trap they were lured into.

Perhaps they’d find some concern if the vines reached their waists—he traced up the indent of his hipbone and along his happy trail—or if they would only try to slash their swords through the intruding organisms once they were at their throats—he gripped his own throat tightly for a second.

But his neediness took over once again and his free hand found its way back downward and he cupped his balls instead. Less of an unsettling tightness and more of a pleasurable one.

He made to free the damsel, hilt of his sword gripped masterfully—

He snorted at the joke, amused by himself even as he was jerking off.

—in his hand, ready to slash.

He felt himself close to his release and he immediately let up, not wanting to lose this moment yet--lose the feeling, lose the fantasy.

He let go of himself, cock flopping against his stomach, and he covered his eyes as he took a breath and brought himself back down to earth.

Is this where he would have his players roll for an attack? Or a spell? Roll perception? Would the damsel talk? Stop them from attacking? Would she lure them in that way?

"No physical attacks," he decided. "Only magic to repel the vines. And then she opens her mouth to thank them and her tongue...oh, fuck, her tongue..."

He couldn't get another word out as the images started up again in his head, and he quickly resumed his ministrations.

The boss approached him, motions smooth and unsettling, but her beauty belied the danger. Her mouth opened to offer her thanks...when her tongue slithered out of her mouth unnaturally and she licked along his jaw...

His fingers danced along the path the boss licked, along his jaw, down his neck. The hand around his dick became her hand. Or maybe a second tongue...could she have multiple mouths? Her boobs were already venus flytraps.

That would be a genius move, his boss not just one being, but made up of many in some sort of unholy amalgam. A hive mind, a swarm. Once you were in its clutches, it was too late.

"Perfect," he hissed, fingers trilling back and forth over his sensitive head, spreading precum and spit.

When he was well and truly trapped, she would bite him, paralyze him, render him helpless...

Eddie bit into the part of his free hand between his thumb and pointer finger. He whined and savored the feeling of his breath cascading over his skin, as he stroked harder and harder.

...and then she would feast. Pull flesh from his bones, take his blood, take his soul. Maybe in the feast he would become a part of her, absorbed into the swarm, no longer a man but a part of this thing. Part of this system that sought to consume him all along.

His breathing grew shallow as he chased the high of an orgasm, as his strokes got wild and fast and wickedly erratic. Eddie could hear the slapping of skin and his own breathing and the rush of his blood.

What a strange thing to think about...the pain of being consumed and the pleasure of consuming. Maybe at a certain point the boss monster has its own release--a puff of toxic spores and gunk--and he would feel it too, one with his undoing, one with the forest.

At that thought the pleasure hit him, soared through him, made his legs twitch and toes curl as he kept on stroking and squeezing through his release. His teeth sunk further into the flesh of his one hand as his hot cum coated the other. And his thighs and his belly. As he writhed against the pillows and sheets.

As he writhed against the vines and the moss on the ground, whatever was left of his body, as the vestiges of his mind became a part of the beast.

"Fuck," Eddie groaned as he loosened his jaw, now sore, and stared down at himself. One hand bitten and bruised, the other covered in his spunk.

But he knew he had to act fast as his mental clarity returned to him. With a singular focus, he got up from the bed and hobbled back out to the living room. He couldn't be bothered to fix his clothes or clean himself up otherwise he was gonna lose all of the ideas that had been drummed up in his fantasy.

He picked up his pencil and scribbled next to the sketch of his boss. Note after note after note, as quickly as he could.

Careful not to get any of his cum on anything.

His cum.

He hesitated and considered it. Considered the organic, unpredictable shape it made against his skin. And he was reminded of something else, something similar. White and pearlescent and a little bit otherworldly.

He flipped through the pages of the books he'd abandoned, until he reached it.

Gelatinous substance, amoeba and slime molds...it was perfect.

He narrated aloud as he wrote it down:

"This creature eats its prey and absorbs them, then excretes a euphoric release to continue the infection in the forest. Pwdre ser. The rot of stars."

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #stranger things fic #eddie munson fic #monsterfucking

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geotjwrs · 3 months

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Can u do a Jenna Ortega x Male reader singer (Maybe music from Frank ocean or Tyler?🤷🏾‍♂️)

ivy

Pairings ; Jenna Ortega x Male!Reader

Warning/s ; angsty

Note ; hello everyone since i'm getting a lot of requests lately, i just want to clear to you that i'm slowing down the updates first since i can't think that many of the scenarios i'm mostly receiving smut requests and i'm having a hard time to write some so i hope you understand. please don't rush me with your requests I'll update as soon as possible if i have plenty of time to write tysm!

The city lights of Los Angeles twinkled below as Jenna Ortega stood on the balcony of her apartment, the cool night air doing little to soothe her frayed nerves. Inside, Y/N paced back and forth, frustration etched on his face. They had been arguing for what felt like hours, their once warm and loving home now filled with tension.

“Jenna, you know I have to go on tour. This is my career we’re talking about!” Y/N’s voice was strained, his hands running through his hair in exasperation.

“And what about us?” Jenna shot back, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. “You’re always on the road, always busy. When do we get time for us?”

Y/N stopped pacing and faced her, his expression softening for a moment. “I love you, Jenna. But I can’t just give up on my dreams. You knew this was part of the deal when we started dating.”

Jenna’s shoulders sagged, the fight draining out of her. “I know, but it feels like I’m losing you to your career. We barely see each other anymore.”

Y/N stepped closer, reaching out to touch her arm. “I’m trying, Jenna. But it’s hard to balance everything.”

She pulled away, shaking her head. “Maybe it’s not meant to be. Maybe we’re just too different.”

The words hung in the air, heavy and final. Y/N’s face fell, and he knew deep down that she was right. They had grown apart, their lives pulling them in different directions. The realization was painful, but it was the truth.

“Is this it, then?” he asked quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jenna looked away, unable to meet his eyes. “I think it has to be. For both our sakes.”

The silence that followed was deafening. Y/N nodded slowly, accepting the inevitable. He walked past her, pausing at the door. “I’ll always love you, Jenna. But maybe we need to let go to find ourselves again.”

Jenna closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I love you too, Y/N. Goodbye.”

With that, he left, closing the door softly behind him. Jenna sank to the floor, her heart breaking as the reality of their breakup set in. The apartment felt emptier than ever, the echoes of their love lingering like ghosts.

Months passed, and life moved on. Jenna threw herself into her work, trying to fill the void Y/N had left. But no matter how busy she kept herself, she couldn’t escape the memories of their time together. She missed him terribly, but she knew they had made the right decision.

One night, while scrolling through her phone, Jenna came across a notification for Y/N’s upcoming concert. Despite everything, she couldn’t resist tuning in. The livestream showed a packed venue, the crowd buzzing with excitement as Y/N took the stage.

“Good evening, everyone,” Y/N’s voice echoed through the speakers. “Tonight, I have something special to share with you. This is a new song I wrote called ‘Ivy.’ It’s about someone who was very important to me, someone I loved deeply.”

Jenna’s heart clenched as she listened. She knew this song was about their relationship, about the love and heartbreak they had experienced. Y/N began to play, the soft, haunting melody filling the room. His voice, rich and emotional, carried the weight of their shared history.

I thought that I was dreaming when you said you loved me the start of nothing, I had no chance to prepare I couldn’t see you coming…

Flashback

It had been a particularly difficult day on set for Jenna. She was exhausted, emotionally drained from the intense scenes she’d filmed. She came home hoping to find solace in Y/N’s arms, but he was busy with his own work, preparing for his upcoming tour.

“Y/N, I really need to talk to you,” Jenna said, her voice weary as she leaned against the kitchen counter.

He looked up from his laptop, concern flickering in his eyes. “What’s wrong, Jenna?”

She sighed, running a hand through her hair. “It’s just… everything feels overwhelming. I feel like I’m constantly juggling my career and our relationship, and I’m not sure if I’m doing a good job at either.”

Y/N got up and walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her in a comforting embrace. “I know it’s hard, Jenna. But we’re in this together. We’ll figure it out.”

Jenna buried her face in his chest, trying to draw strength from his presence. But even as he held her, she couldn’t shake the feeling of loneliness that had been creeping in. “Do you really believe that? Because sometimes it feels like we’re drifting apart.”

He pulled back slightly, looking into her eyes. “Jenna, I love you. But we both have demanding careers. We knew it wouldn’t be easy.”

Flashback ended

Jenna found herself back in her apartment, tears streaming down her face. The song continued, Y/N’s voice filled with raw emotion as he sang about the love they had lost:

We’ll never be those kids again the streetlights in the middle of your back I wish I could go back to when I was just a boy staring at my bedroom ceiling

The chorus hit harder, a reminder of the love they had shared and lost. Jenna’s tears flowed freely, the song cutting deep into her soul.

Ivy’s in my life until the end of time it's part of the plan to just keep me by your side

The audience was captivated, many moved to tears by the raw vulnerability of the performance. Y/N poured his heart out, every word a testament to the love he had lost.

As the song ended, Y/N looked out into the crowd, his expression a mix of sadness and acceptance. “Thank you,” he said, his voice trembling. “This song means a lot to me, and I’m grateful to have been able to share it with you tonight.”

Jenna closed her laptop, her heart heavy yet oddly at peace. She knew that both she and Y/N would always carry a piece of each other, no matter where life took them. Their love story, though brief, had left an indelible mark on their souls.

#jenna ortega #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x male reader #jenna ortega imagine #jenna ortega fanfic #jenna ortega x reader #dailywomen #imagine #fanfic #one shot

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bellaxgiornata · 11 months

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Break the Tension [Chapter One "The Arrival"]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader Word Count: 3.6k

Summary: When Marci first asked you to be the Maid of Honor at her and Foggy’s wedding, you'd already been forewarned that your old college rival from Columbia, Matthew Murdock, would be Foggy’s Best Man. And while you'd expected a long weekend filled with tension between the pair of you, you hadn't anticipated all of the sexual tension–or the sex.

Warnings/tags: 18+; Enemies to lovers, sexual tension, smut, semi-public sex, light angst

a/n: This is a short series (planned for seven parts) and I just really needed to get the idea out of my head. This is definitely not my usual Matt x Reader dynamic nor the usual cocky Matt in an enemies to lovers fic; you'll see why even more in chapter two. Let's just say Matt needs the smug wiped off his face and I wanted to see him desperate. Feedback is always appreciated! The chapter list can be found here!

Tag list: @mattkinsella @danzer8705

The taxi driver hefted your suitcase out of the trunk of his car, setting it onto the circular gravel driveway beside you with an audible huff of exertion. You watched as he wiped a hand across his forehead, one hand still holding the hanger of your dress high above your head so the white garment bag wouldn't drag along the ground.

“Thank you,” you said, arm already growing tired from holding up your dress.

The man closed the trunk of the taxi, turning around and sending you a friendly smile. “Of course, miss,” he replied. “I hope you have a lovely weekend. Certainly looks like a nice place you’re staying at.”

You laughed lightly in return, wishing the man a good day before he turned and headed back to the driver’s side of the car. Lifting up the handle of your suitcase that you'd brought for the weekend, you turned and focused on the grand building before you. It was easily two levels tall with trails of ivy growing along most of the stone exterior between the numerous large windows. The manor itself was impressive with two wings branching off either side of the main building. The front driveway you were currently standing on led up to a walkway that wound between an impressive garden of hedges and flowers. In the center was a large fountain, and the peaceful sound of the water spewing forth met your ears once the taxi had finally driven off behind you.

The venue was massive, boasting quite an expansive plot of acreage that it was nestled inside–or so Marci had told you during all the wedding planning. A long, winding road encompassed by trees on either side had led up to Fairfield Manor, and not too far behind the manor you'd spotted what looked like a forest when the taxi had pulled up. You were positive if you consumed too much alcohol this weekend and wandered outside past sunset, you'd surely end up lost.

As much as Marci had shown you photos of the place, gushing over it repeatedly to you about how perfect it was for her and Foggy’s wedding, the photos certainly hadn’t done it justice.

Beginning to make your way up to the entrance of the manor, you walked towards the winding path which led through the stunning garden out front, carrying your dress and toting your luggage behind you. Seeing the place in person had left you wondering how Foggy and Marci had afforded this venue for an entire three days. You figured Foggy’s firm must’ve been doing well because Marci’s salary alone couldn't possibly have paid for everything. Though with how extravagant it was, it most certainly screamed Marci.

This weekend the entire bridal party, along with Marci and Foggy’s immediate family, were staying here for the duration of the wedding festivities. Tonight you were practicing the rehearsal for the wedding ceremony here at the venue before heading to a nearby restaurant for the rehearsal dinner. Tomorrow was the big wedding day itself, which meant an early morning start for hair and makeup during breakfast, followed by an incredibly long day and probably a drunken evening. Then on Sunday Marci had scheduled a late morning brunch before everyone departed the manor, allowing a bit more time to visit before the newlyweds left for their honeymoon.

Coming to a stop before the large, ornate wooden door that seemed to tower over you, you released the handle of your luggage long enough to push it open. Immediately you were met with the sound of voices and loud, boisterous laughter coming from a hall to your right as the door swung wide into the foyer. Though as you began to pull your suitcase into the building, still juggling your garment bag in your other hand, your ears picked up on the sound of a familiar voice. One you hadn't heard in a long time.

One that instantly set you on edge.

It was annoying that he was here. Of course you'd expected it–Marci had warned you ahead of time–but actually seeing him again this weekend was going to be another story.

Matthew Murdock. The cocky fuck boy of Columbia who thought he was smarter than you, always going out of his way to show you up and point out your every mistake because one time you had embarrassed him by correcting him in class. He was an asshole, always so irritatingly ethical for a man who slept around without a care for anyone's feelings. Though of course he'd never flirted with you , always choosing to argue with you instead. And when graduation day had come, he'd certainly rubbed it in your face that he'd been top of the class.

Though what he hadn't known was that you'd spent most of your time busting your ass working at a coffee shop just to try to pay what the scholarships wouldn't cover of your tuition while your mother was struggling with a cancer diagnosis. Thankfully she'd gone into remission not long after you'd graduated, but still, Matthew Murdock had made college miserable for you on top of everything you’d had going on. And you'd despised him for it.

So you certainly weren't excited to see him this weekend.

Setting your luggage down and turning back around to close the heavy door after yourself, you forced yourself to take a deep breath and remain calm. You were here for Marci, after all. This weekend was a big moment for her and you were excited and grateful to be a part of everything. She was one of your best friends. And truthfully you'd never had issues with Franklin Nelson. He had at least always been cordial and friendly to you.

So you weren’t going to think about him .

The moment you’d shut the door with a solid thud , you heard your name being excitedly called from behind you. Spinning around with a smile already plastered across your face, you spotted Marci with outstretched arms racing towards you across the foyer. Her short, flowy white dress fluttered around her legs as she nearly jumped on you, pulling you into a tight embrace.

“You’re finally here!” she exclaimed. “I was wondering when you’d show up!”

"Sorry, I got caught up at work," you told her, squeezing her just as tightly back the best you could with your dress still in hand. "Had some details to finalize before I was gone for the weekend and you know how Sheridan gets."

Marci pulled away from you, rolling her eyes at the mention of your boss.

"I do, in fact," she answered. "But you're here now so let's not talk about work! Come on, let's get your things to your room. It's almost time for the rehearsal."

Grabbing your luggage handle you followed Marci down the hallway, wheeling your bag behind you in one hand and now no longer as concerned about the garment bag dragging along the floor in your other, your arm tired from holding it above your head for so long already. As the pair of you walked, you could see a group of others that you assumed were the bridal party already congregating about midway down the hall, drinks in their hands and dress clothes on. The sight was a reminder that you’d still have to change quickly before the events of the evening because you hadn’t wanted to stay in the dress slacks and blouse you had worn to work earlier for the duration of the evening.

"I take it I'm the last one to arrive then?" you asked Marci.

The sound of both of your heels clicking along the marble floor echoed around the elaborate hallway as the pair of you walked. Your eyes scanned each painting lining the walls that you passed, noticing each one was a beautiful watercolor of a picturesque scene. Overhead you noticed the ornate chandeliers hanging down, the crystal glinting in the light. Truthfully this place was stunning.

"Yes, but that's alright," Marci answered, waving a hand. "I appreciate that you sent a text as a forewarning though. But," she continued, glancing at you over her shoulder and wincing before she leaned in to whisper, "that also means you're the last to pick a room. So you sort of…don't get to pick."

Shoulders sagging, you shot Marci a flat look. "What's that supposed to mean? Is the heat not working in it or something? Or it's haunted by a hundred year old ghost?"

Marci shook her head, a sheepish smile on her face. "No, it just means the only room left is the one…next to Matt’s," she answered softly.

You came to an abrupt halt, stopping dead in your tracks and closing your eyes. Your first instinct was to turn around and call that taxi back to see if you could catch a ride back to the city. It was bad enough you'd have to be cordial to Matt this weekend, but you certainly did not want to interact with him more than necessary.

But you were here for Marci this weekend, you reminded yourself again. It was only for a few days that you’d be staying here and having to run into him, and then you'd go back to never running into him again in the city. And it would be heaven. Inhaling a deep breath, you forced a smile onto your face as you focused back on Marci.

“I know you both never really got along but–”

"It’s okay," you replied slowly, shaking your head. "So our rooms are next to each other for a few days? Not a big deal," you said, trying to convince yourself just as much as Marci. "Doesn't mean I'll have to talk to him. Or see him. Or anything more than necessary."

"Right," Marci agreed, nodding quickly. "Exactly. You two only need to interact for the wedding and the rehearsal a bit.”

With a sigh you grabbed your luggage, continuing to make your way back down the hall with Marci at your side. But as the pair of you began to pass the group of bridal party members already loudly conversing with Foggy, you heard them call out to Marci, begging her to stay and join them. Attention shifting to the group, your eyes almost instantly landed on Matt standing just beside Foggy. Your jaw clenched at the sight of him, your hand tightening around the handle of your luggage as your back stiffened.

He was dressed in a nice pair of slacks, a white dress shirt with a dark red tie, and a dark suit coat. He'd apparently switched out those black rectangular glasses he always wore in college, exchanging them for some round ones with red lenses. Admittedly they looked good on him, which only annoyed you further. Because of course he'd grown more attractive in the years since you'd last seen him–he even seemed broader and somehow more muscular under that fitted suit coat with the buttons of his dress shirt straining at the seams. Though you had a strong feeling he was probably still the same flirty asshole you remembered him as, maybe even worse now since he could throw around that he had his own law firm. And the stupid smile on his face as his head turned in your direction only irritated you.

"I'll be back in a minute," Marci told the group. She said your name, telling them you'd just arrived. "I was going to show her to her room. Help her get settled first."

"No, that's alright. Go on," you assured her, gesturing your head to the group. "I can find the room on my own. I need to change anyway and then I can join everyone."

"You sure?" Marci asked carefully, focusing back on you.

"Yeah, don't worry about me," you replied.

And that’s when you heard it. Matt saying your name, the sound of it on his lips causing your eyes to narrow as your head turned slowly back towards him. It had been so long since you’d heard him say it, yet it still had your blood boiling almost instantly. The smug smirk that quickly grew on his mouth wasn't helping, either.

"Showing up late?” Matt teased you. “Even after all these years, you still need to make everyone wait on you?”

You bit back the comment forming on your tongue. This was not the time nor the place and you certainly weren’t going to let him openly get a rise out of you in front of everyone. Though it didn’t escape your notice when Foggy nudged Matt’s shoulder, leaning in and whispering something to him.

“Some of us had work to finish, Murdock ,” you countered briskly. Turning your attention back to Marci, you told her, “I’ll get changed fast and be right out. I won’t keep you waiting on me.”

“Don’t worry about it, I understand,” Marci told you, shooting Matt a glare that you know Foggy saw. “We’ll be here a bit longer before we head down to the ceremony location out in the courtyard. And your room is just at the end of the hall,” she continued, pointing down the hallway. “Room twelve. On the right.”

You thanked her before continuing the rest of the way towards your room, fuming internally because you’d been here a matter of minutes and Matt was already getting under your skin. It didn’t bode well for the rest of this weekend.

You stood with your arms crossed over your chest and your focus fixed straight ahead on the wedding coordinator who was currently running over details about tomorrow’s ceremony with Foggy and Marci. The rest of the bridal party had been paired and lined up at the back of the courtyard behind you, all of you patiently awaiting instructions on what to do next.

There was a lot of chatter coming from the group behind you, too. All of the other bridal party members were taking the time to get to know their partners, animatedly talking to each other. Unfortunately you being the Maid of Honor when Matt was the Best Man meant you two were stuck together for the wedding events this weekend. Currently you were doing your best to ignore his irksome presence beside you as he continued to tap his cane against the stone pavement, the repetitive sound causing you to grind your teeth back and forth. It didn’t help that you were forced to stand so close to him that you could feel the warmth of his body along your bare right arm, the heat of it raising goosebumps. But it was only because it was early fall and a little chilly outside; you couldn’t help it that the bit of warmth happened to feel good.

“So are you just planning to ignore me the entire weekend?” Matt asked softly, leaning slightly towards you as he spoke.

“I would prefer to, yes,” you answered simply.

Matt laughed bitterly, shaking his head. The gesture caught your attention and you glanced at him beside you through narrowed eyes.

“What?” you asked him.

“Just can’t believe you haven’t changed after all these years,” he replied.

Eyebrows shooting up onto your forehead at his comment, you gaped at him. Was he serious ?

“That’s funny coming from the self-important asshole who upon hearing I’m here decides to immediately make a rude comment,” you shot back. “Pretty sure you haven’t changed one bit, Murdock.”

“And you’re apparently still stuck on using my last name,” he quipped back, his head turning towards you as that smirk you hated tugged at his lips. “Why is that, I wonder?”

He leaned over just a bit, his mouth gradually lowering beside your ear. You felt a shiver run up your spine when his warm breath grazed your neck. You told yourself it was due to the chill of the evening and not whatever effect he thought he had on you.

“Is it because you’ve always been afraid that you might actually enjoy saying my name? That you might like the taste of it on your tongue, sweetheart?” he purred in your ear.

“Don’t call me that,” you hissed back, your hard stare focused ahead of you once again. “I’m not like those other women, Murdock. Don’t use that patronizing pet name of yours to lump me in with everyone else that bullshit works on. Because your so-called ‘charm’ doesn’t work on me.”

“Mmm,” he hummed out, straightening back up beside you. “You sure it doesn’t?”

A second later you felt his fingertips lightly brush against your thigh, grazing your skin just beneath the hem of your dress. You sucked in a breath and held it, your eyes falling shut at the warmth of his calloused touch. Matt had never flirted with you before–and he’d certainly never touched you before. You’d only ever seen him try to work his charm on other women, so what the hell was he doing right now? Was he actually interested in you?

Though when he chuckled softly beside you, your eyes immediately flew open again. Your heart began to pound hard in agitation as opposed to whatever it was that had sped it up a moment ago. Because the cocky asshole had done that on purpose . He was fucking with you, just like he’d always done in college. Except this time it felt significantly more embarrassing because, for the briefest of moments, it had felt good when he’d touched you.

“Seems like it might, sweetheart,” he whispered back.

“Use my name if you have a need to speak with me, Murdock,” you ground out between clenched teeth, your cheeks heating. “Though I’d prefer if we kept our interactions limited this weekend so we don’t ruin things for Marci and Foggy.”

“Oh you’ve grown so much more bossy ,” Matt teased in delight. “That makes ignoring what you want that much more fun, sweetheart.”

As the wedding coordinator began to make her way back towards the bridal party still lined up, you expelled a sharp breath from your nose. Your hands balled into fists as you hugged your arms tighter over your chest, your nails biting into your palms. This weekend was going to be far worse than you’d imagined. Initially you’d hoped that Matt had grown up since graduation, willing to let whatever it was that made him a prick to you go for a few days for the sake of his best friend’s wedding.

But instead he was still so… Matthew Murdock . Had he really not grown since college? Matured into an actual adult? Why the hell was he like this? Because you’d only ever seen him treat you this way, and it was infuriating.

“Alright ladies and gentleman,” the wedding coordinator announced.

Stopping just a few feet before you and Matt, she clapped her hands together to quiet the group. A smile spread across her mouth when the chatter came to a stop and you placed all of your focus on her and not Matt, though you could see that smug smile on his lips out of the corner of your eye.

“You’ll be starting the processional inside, just past those doors behind you, for the actual ceremony tomorrow,” she continued, gesturing to the French doors you’d all come out of a few minutes ago before lining up. “But for the sake of time we’ll start out here. You’ll be paired up with whomever you’re walking down the aisle with, moving one at a time down the aisle that’ll be here tomorrow when the chairs are set up. Then the pair of you part before the stone steps for the ceremony just there,” she said, turning at the waist and pointing to where Foggy was already standing and looking nervous. “Once the couple before you parts, the next one proceeds down the aisle. So let’s practice that for now, shall we?”

The woman had turned, making to get out of the way of the line for the processional, but then her eyes caught you and Matt standing beside each other. Her brows creased as she abruptly came to a stop, turning back around and pointing a finger between the pair of you.

“You two–Best Man and Maid of Honor–you need to link arms while you walk down the aisle,” she said. “Go on, just like the others behind you.”

At her comment, Matt’s arm rose up beside you, brushing against your own arm as he offered it out to you. You looked over at it, your lip pulling back in slight distaste. You did not want to have him escort you down the aisle now or tomorrow. And that sentiment was made all the more true when your gaze slid up, noticing Matt was smiling down at you in sheer amusement. He was clearly enjoying your discomfort.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Matt urged. “Let me escort you.”

Rolling your eyes in annoyance, you slipped your arm through his before grabbing onto his bicep. But as soon as your fingers lightly curled around his suit coat, you could feel the thick muscle of his arm beneath your hand. Swallowing hard, you pushed that observation as far from your mind as you could. It wasn’t a fact you needed to remember about him.

But as the pair of you began to make your way towards the stone steps where the ceremony would take place tomorrow, Matt’s cane lightly tapping along the stone as you led him there, you couldn’t help but notice his head had turned a bit towards you. And unless your eyes were deceiving you, it looked like he was focused on you behind his red lenses.

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock smut #matt murdock angst #matt murdock #daredevil

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It's been a while since I looked at flowers so here are Marauders era characters as plants:

James Potter: Sunflowers since he's commonly associated with the sun. Or delphinium for positivity and a big heart!

Sirius Black: Ivy, the common ivy, or English or European ivy. It's a symbol of loyalty and fidelity. Fits enough for me.

Remus Lupin: Wolfsbane. Believed to repel werewolves, and it's used in a potion in the Wizarding World. But if we want a less angsty plant there is also the tropical white morning glory. It's also known as a moonflower and symbolizes the ability of beauty to emerge in dark times, and is used to provide hope.

Peter Pettigrew: Burgundy dahlias for betrayal, for obvious reasons. But also purple hyacinths for a desire for forgiveness. Cuz I'm hell bent that Peter was regretful of what he did in canon

Lily Evans: I'm not gonna give her lily, that seems a little too obvious lol but, peonies! They symbolize love, honor, happiness wealth, romance, and beauty. Which yk, works well in my eyes

Mary Macdonald: Poppies for remembrance of the death and consolation. It's based on the headcanon she obliviated herself sometime before to during the first wizarding war because everything was getting too much for her. Also, poppies are used to create opium, which relieves pain. It's pretty sad ngl, that hc always gets me.

Marlene McKinnon: King Protea, it's very sharp-looking flower that symbolizes strength and resilience. Not much info is given about Marlene during the war except her entire family was wiped out, but given her personality in fanon. I imagine she put up a hella good fight. I would give this to Dorcas but I have another one for her.

Slytherins! (Including Pandora!)

Regulus Black: Thorns! Rose thorns mostly, but just thorns in general. From what I read, rose thorns show adversity and sacrifice. Regulus had the misfortune of being born into a family with shit views and never having a morally correct input his entire life and he basically sacrificed his life to bring down the Dark Lord. Thorns are always ways for a plant to deter herbivores from eating them, take that as you will!

Barty Crouch Jr: Bleeding hearts, cuz yeahhhh, everlasting love? Unrequited love?? Tragedy compacted into one. His daddy issues too?? Him pleading for his dad to love him?? HIS MOTHER GIVING UP HER LAST MOMENTS FOR HIM??? EVAN AND REGULUS???? CMON CMONNNNN

Evan Rosier: Venus Fly Trap for persistence. This man was not willing to end up in Azkaban and took Moody's fucking nose with him. Venus fly traps are also known to die right after digestion aka eating a fly so it fits! (I LOVEEE carnivorous plants)

Dorcas Meadows: Laurel leaves for victory and achievement. Specifically, laurel leaves in a wreath. I think it's neat since she was powerful enough that Voldemort had to kill her himself. Mf was takin them out one by one until Voldy decided she was too op. LOVE HER FOR THAT

Pandora Rosier: Not the most hottest flower (lol), but the amaranth, while it could also mean everlasting last love, but it also means hopelessness or hopeless love. This only really works if you see Pandora as a seer. Something I think is interesting is the fact that fate is fate, it's sealed and final, and there is never a way around it. If you try to get around fate, you walk right into it because you never a chance. Pandora as a seer would've saw her friends and classmates dying and can't do anything about it because fate is sealed from the very beginning. It's hopeless.

#marauders era #marauders #regulus black #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #barty crouch junior #evan rosier #pandora rosier #lily evans #mary macdonald #marlene mckinnon #dorcas meadowes #the marauders era #the marauders #flowers #dead gay wizards #dead wizards from the 70s

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Useless Trivia about Green Day [INROCK October 2012]

Billie Joe Armstrong

★ The first album Billie Joe bought himself when he was four years old was Elvis Presley's The Sun Sessions. From then on, he sang as Elvis in front of the mirror.

★ At the age of five, he recorded his debut single, ‘Look For Love’. (You can hear Billie Joe singing as a five-year-old on YouTube.)

★ Billie Joe's record collecting began at the age of four, and now, at the age of 40, he has no idea how many records he already owns, most of which are in the basement with his wife Adrianne's also huge record collection. He says, "I'm not a librarian, so the order of the records is all over the place", so even if he suddenly wants to listen to an album, it's difficult to find it.

★ Billie Joe is the youngest of six siblings. His eldest brother was born in 1950 and is much older than him. Under the influence of his older brothers and sisters, he became familiar with the music of The Beatles, The Kinks, The Who, Led Zeppelin, The Rolling Stones, R.E.M. and Black Flag from a very young age. His first concert was a Van Halen (pictured right) show at the age of 12, which "blew his mind". His first punk gig was at Operation Ivy when he was 15. He was not allowed in the venues due to age restrictions, but was allowed in as a member.

★ When Billie Joe arrived at the airport in Minnesota to visit his wife Adrianne's parents, he was surprised to see someone standing in line right behind him. It was his idol Joe Strummer (The Clash, pictured above)! "He was talking to my son Joey. ‘My name's Joey too,’ he said. That was awesome."

★ When Billie Joe tries out guitars in music stores, he plays his own songs. "It's easy to know what that guitar feels like. Of course, I don't want anyone to see me playing my songs, so I do it when no one is around."

★ Billie Joe, although a millionaire, still professes to be blue collar. "We come from a community of people who work hard to make a living… We are still a working class band." So, naturally, he sends his sons to a very ordinary public school, not a private school.

★ "You're lucky if you work hard" is his working philosophy and motto.

★ He has an 18-year-old cat, Cleveland. His brother Zero died in a dryer ‘accident’. He also has a dog, Rocky.

★ Just before Billie Joe gets his creative juices flowing, he gets into a terrible mood and says things he shouldn't say, hurting everyone around him. And then he has to apologise flat out afterwards.

★ What do you think is the album on repeat in Hell? He answered, "Probably the Black Eyed Peas album, right?"

Mike Dirnt

★ Mike loves coffee. As long as it's coffee, it doesn't matter if it's hotel coffee or Starbucks coffee. And if there's a donut in it, he's more than happy.

★ All of Mike's religious beliefs are "based on Star Wars".

★ Mike's natural hair is brown.

Tré Cool

★ He once tried milking a female dog there because he didn't have any milk to put in his coffee.

★ Tré only has one ball. When he was in high school, he was riding a unicycle on stage and fell under the stage. He then fell straight onto the unicycle and crushed one of his testicles.

★ Tré is the godfather of Billie Joe's sons.

About the trilogy “Uno!”, “Dos!”, and “Tre!”

★ The Occupy movement has been sweeping across the USA since last year. The Occupy Wall Street protests in New York City were the most well-publicised, but the demonstrations in Green Day's hometown of Oakland, California, saw some participants turn into rioters, leading to violent exchanges with police. The three Green Day members, who of course position themselves on the side of the 99 percent, are also hesitant to actively participate in the Occupy movement. "The best thing about the Occupy movement is that there is no leader, and that's also its biggest drawback" (Billie Joe). The new album ('Tre!') includes the song ‘99 Revolutions’, which touches on the difference between the 1 percent and the 99 percent, but they don't want to go so far as to join a demonstration and support it with a song.

★ The new album, a trilogy, is said to be mainly about love and sexual tension with girls. "I think we ended up bookending that era with (the politically charged) ‘American Idiot’ and ‘21st Century Breakdown’. So now we're entering a new era for us, and it's more about love and sexual tension than political stuff." (Billie Joe). At the end of ‘21st Century Breakdown’, the band was under a lot of stress and pressure, and that's when they needed to change gears and break new ground.

★ A clear explanation of the trilogy. Uno!’ is ‘an album that gets you in the mood to party’, ‘Dos!' is ‘Let's party!’, and ‘Tre!’ is ‘cleaning up’ (Billie Joe).

★ They wrote about 70 songs for this album. Demo recording was done in Berlin, Glasgow, Amsterdam, and London. Only 40 of the 70 songs were actually recorded. 37 songs will be included on the album.

★ The final chapter of the trilogy, ‘Tre!’ features an orchestra for some of the songs. The orchestral musicians read and play the music, but Billie Joe, the author of the music, cannot read the music. "It's a strange feeling when I look at the sheet music I've written and I can't understand it at all. It's like looking at Braille."

★ About ‘Tre!’, Tré was overjoyed, saying, "I finally got an album with my name on it. How cool is that? What's more, it's "Tre Cool" (super cool)."

Translator's Note: Finally back into the groove of translating stuff. Gotta say, listening to a 5-year old Billie Joe singing is actually super cute.

#Billie Joe Armstrong #Mike Dirnt #Tre Cool #Green Day #Trilogy era #my scan #translation #INROCK #INROCK October 2012

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"you love me?" "i always have." valentines confessions w rockstar!james!!!!!!! love u happy valentine’s day!!!!!!

you and james have a weird relationship.

james is a rockstar, and he drags you along to every venue when you’re available and done with your job.

journalism is easy to move around and you can write wherever james is depending on the story, and it makes your friendship work.

you’re there for his successes and he’s always there when you get big stories to cover- you’re each other’s biggest fans.

except, you think james has changed. he’s become more than a friend and it’s happened when neither of you were looking.

james is practicing his drum set when you find him, drumsticks banging on the miniset in his house and you feel your heart speed up.

he’s prettiest at home in nothing but sweats. his curls are inky and a little damp, his brown arm muscles bulging as he hits each drum.

you’d come over to talk to james about the bouquet he had sent to you.

it wasn’t just real flowers, they had lego lilies and tulips in a separate vase- your absolute favourites.

“jamie,” you say, quiet as a mouse compared to his drums. “james.”

he stops, looking up at you breathing hard, and then smiles.

“hey pretty girl,” his smile spreads wider at your bashful smile. “you got the flowers?”

he’s too pleased with himself at your shy nod.

you reach into your bag and offer your own gift to james. you’re not sure when you both started getting each other valentine’s day gifts, but it was a cute tradition.

“open it, maybe you’ll use this one for longer.” you confuse james but when he comes over to you and rips off the wrapping paper and sees the box he gasps.

“no fucking way!” he all but screams, hands quick to take off the lid and reveal black drumsticks with his initials engraved into them.

“baby!” his tugs you into his chest and if it were sirius or remus all sweaty and pulling you into them, you’d push them away.

but james is warm, he smells like a campfire, toasted vanilla and home.

“turn them over,” you whisper and james does so quizzically.

‘my big drummer boy,’

“i love you,” the confession comes quick from james, effortlessly, like he’s said it for years.

you pull back and look up at him, “you what?”

his smile ages him down, transforms him to seventeen year old james who put chocolates in your bag, or that one ring that you never leave home without.

“i love you, i’m in love with you. i adore you, whichever variation you’d like to hear pretty girl; but it’s all true.”

“you love me?” you ask stupidly and james laughs, his lips press to your forehead.

“i always have, loved you forever and a half.”

you beam and wrap your arms tighter around his middle, “i love you james, always have, forever and more than a half.”

he laughs again and squeezes you to his chest. “wanna go out? the press will think it’s a regular day out for us, and really we’ll be snogging in the middle of the ivy.”

“whatever you want jamie, as long as i eat ice cream at some point,” and you do, james buys one ice cream that you both share, the taste of mint chip swapped on your tongues.

#jamespotter #james potter #james potter imagine #james potter one shot #james potter fluff #james potter blurb #james potter x black!reader #james potter x reader #james potter x you #james potter x yn

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mccoyquialisms · 6 months

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I think it's pretty clear that the Rat Grinders didn't kill Lucy purposefully. Partly because of what we learned about how the rage kills, but mostly because I can't see Brennan making a bunch of loser 15 year olds cold-hearted killers (well...maybe Kipperlilly). They may have done so accidentally in self defense vs Lucy essentially killing herself with rage, that part remains unclear. However, I do think that the subsequent coverup has absolutely been deliberate. I think that prior to Lucy's death, the Rat Grinders were involved in trying to revive the rage god and things got out of hand. I don't think they became involved out of love for the thing itself. More likely, they have their own individual motivations that were played upon by someone else, which is why their actions seem so weird and disparate. Ruben and his sudden transition into emo fame; Kipperlilly and her bid for power in the school/revenge against the bad kids for being idk cooler than her I guess; Buddy and his clear attempts to establish his grandfather in the school to spread the word of Sol....I'm sure with more digging compelling motives for Mary Ann, Oisin and Ivy will be found. I can even see Lucy originally being for it if she thought they were a sibling of her god that had once been a benevolent force and potentially could be one again.

I think an opportunistic adult/adults who seek to bring back this god probably used the Rat Grinders, selling them a chance to have their dreams come true AND one-up their rivals by recreating one of the bad kid's primary achievements: reviving a dead god. That same person could now be threatening them with revealing their hand in Lucy's death to ensure their continued cooperation. I do think the Rat Grinders have a 'divide and conquer' approach where not all of them have the same amount or same type of information (i.e. Kipperlilly excluding Oisin from obtaining the arcano-tech), which is why some of them come off as less suspicious than the others, but I don't think any of them are innocent. It would be pretty bizarre for your party member to die in the tutorial level woods at school and have absolutely no desire to probe deeper into that. The fact that absolutely none of them have indicated they looked for Lucy after her disappearance and immediately replaced her is NOT a good look. If I had to pick a mastermind of the group who has all the information as the primary planner, my money is on Kipperlilly.

I don't have a clear suspect for the adult influence but Jace Stardiamond has come up wayy too many times in seemingly disparate instances for my comfort. I admit to a lack of motive as of now, but we also barely know anything about the guy, so I'm hoping new information will come to light. I am intrigued by the theory that Porter may be a paladin of this god, knowingly or unknowingly, but I also don't think it's necessarily automatically a bad thing. His thoughts on rage seem very...balanced? I could honestly see him being an adherent of what perhaps was the god's original aspect, rage as a warm presence and a shield, or someone who hopes to return that god to that aspect. I have a hard time seeing him as the type of mastermind that a convoluted plan like this requires, but I won't rule him out as a foot soldier. Lola Embers I've been side eyeing but if Ruben is her new darling, I can imagine him asking her to request the venue of the festival be at the Thistlesprings and that's the end of her involvement. Henry Hopclap is also not above suspicion given his relation to Ruben and the fact that the arcano-tech under the stage seemed pretty advanced (none of the Rat Grinders strike me as particularly talented artificiers capable of something like that), but I'll admit other than that I've got nothing on him.

Ultimately, while Ruben released something incredibly powerful with his ritual, it was clearly merely a first step in a longer plan. Given all the "random" rage outbursts and what we found out at the farm, I'm betting that the rituals performed so far have been to literally poison the earth, leading to everyone in the area breathing in the rage cocaine, therefore expanding this god's influence and making it easier for them to anchor themselves to the material plane. They're going to most likely recreate the ritual Bakur attempted but in the correct place, the school gym, as that is where YES! was created during prom. The real mystery right now is exactly how far are they into this plan, and is it already too late to stop it?

#the other question is: did the bad kids already do it entirely on accident and steal their thunder?#fucking HILARIOUS if true #fantasy high #dimension 20 #fhjy #dropout #my musings

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just some cute and fluffy ivy and kit mountain ramblings. (thank you @sister-nyx for the encouragement as always) this was not proof read at all, so if you see any mistakes, no you didnt. (mount does get slightly injured, but nothing bad)

Every earth ghoul harnesses their element a little different, each one gravitating towards different types of plants and the various uses for them. Mount, ha always been drawn to herbs and remedial gardening, constantly fascinated by the multitude of ways plants and flowers can be made into healing potions and tinctures. Mountains green house is a relatively safe space, nothing too toxic or poisonous, and anything that might be harmful is well marked, so no ghouls or siblings accidentally poison themselves or others.

Ivy on the other-hand, is a bit more chaotic, interested in the darker side of plants, and all the various ways they guard and protect themselves against those who get too close, or ingest them. His greenhouse is off limits to others, with too many plants that could do serious harm with just a slight touch, let alone some small ghoul eating something they shouldn't.

Luckily the only ghoul kit that was regularly in Ivys greenhouse was fellow earth ghoul, mountain, who could withstand more than most ghouls, but Ivy still always kept a close eye on the smaller ghoul when he would come visit. He couldn't bear something happening to him on his watch,

Nothing serious ever happened to the little earth ghoul under ivys careful watch, but that doesn't mean they didn’t cause some mischief.

Mountain was immediately drawn to the Venus flytraps that ivy kept in little plastic trays of shallow water by the big front windows so they’d get plenty of light. He loved feeding them the live flys and grasshoppers, equal parts fascinated and scared as its jaws snapped shut around the doomed little insect.

He knew that they couldn’t hurt him, ivy had told him that many times, but that didn’t help the situation he found himself in one afternoon while ivy was outside talking to omega about some boring adult ghoul stuff (Mount wasn’t paying that much attention) leaving him on his own for just a moment.

he was carefully watering the fresh seedlings he’d planted in their little plastic trays earlier that day, humming happily to himself, his tail swishing behind him. He’d not realised the venus flytraps were behind him, until suddenly he felt a “snap” on his tail, and he let out a yelp, his tail quickly whipping from behind him, his eyes wide as he sees the plant dangling from the point of his tail.

Ivy comes running inside to find mountain sitting on the ground surrounded by clumps on dirt, softly sucking on the tail in his mouth in between sobs.

“Oh petal, what happened” ivy said as he sat down on the ground next to the little ghoul, wrapping one giant arm behind him.

He let out a small sniffle as he raised a finger, pointing to the flytrap on the ground, pot broken and the soil scattered around it. “Bi-Bit my tail…. Scared me” he said quietly, his tail still in his mouth.

Ivy pulled the little ghoul closer to him “it must have mistaken your tail for a fly” he said with a soft chuckle “can I see your tail please, petal?”

Mount nodded, letting him take the tail out of his mouth. Ivy knew there wouldn’t be any damage, but he knew Mount was frightened, and didn’t want to invalidate his feelings. He briefly inspected the end of his tail, humming softly to himself before getting up to grab a bandage from the first aid kit.

Ivy gently wrapped the fabric around where he knew the plant had bitten him, tying the ends together before sealing it all with a soft kiss.

“You’re good as new little one, you were so brave!”

Mountain sniffled one last time, a smile creeping across his face and he clung to the larger earth ghoul

“Thank you“ he murmured, his voice muffled against ivys chest.

Ivy ruffled his hair gently, his own smile growing as he felt the smaller ghoul purring gently against him

“Anytime, petal. Let's clean up this mess and then how about we head back inside, it must be diiner time and aether assures me he‘s making something tasty!“

Mount nodded eagerly, his tears forgotten, grabbing the broom from behind the door as Ivy picked up the shattered pot and the slightly sad looking plant that was once inside, making a mental note to replant it later.

Once the last shard collected and the dirt all swept into a neat pile, Ivy placed the plant on the bench “there we go, all done! Now how about that dinner?”

Mountain beamed up at him, his eyes sparking with excitement and love “yes! Yes! I’m starving!”

Ivy chuckled “let’s go then, we don’t want to keep aether waiting” ruffling mountains hair one last time, before watching the little ghoul eagerly race out the door and towards the main hall.

#the band ghost #ghost bc #ivy ghoul #mountain ghoul #cryptidrambling

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witchthewriter · 2 years

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐏𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐈𝐯𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

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𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

⭑ A lot of dance parties with Harley, and you have to pull Ivy into joining

⭑ Harley really likes ABBA, and you three often watch the Mamma Mia movies

⭑ You all live together, with all separate rooms (so a person can escape whenever they wanted to)

⭑ The place is full of plants, just absolutely hundreds of them; dangling from the ceiling, on window sills, in the bathroom, etc.

⭑ You have a collection of books and Harley will bring you back at least 3 whenever she goes out

⭑ Ivy is actually super ticklish and whenever she’s upset at what Harley’s done, Harley will chase her around the apartment, trying to get Ivy to forgive her

⭑ Ivy is always chastising Harley for deliberately getting the lyrics wrong in a song. She does it just to piss her off

⭑ Harley initially thought you and Ivy talking to the plants was stupid, but whenever she thinks she’s alone, you can hear her having full blown conversations with (to) them

⭑ Harley gets upset if she falls asleep on the couch and you guys go to bed. So now you have to carry her to bed. She usually sleeps in the middle while you guys cuddle up next to her

⭑ Ivy beomes really out-going/funny when she’s had a few drinks. And it’s a common occurance for her to break out on song. But she’ll deny it in the morning.

⭑ Um you guys definitely keep news paper articles about your shenanigans ... okay maybe they shouldn’t be called shenanigans, more like crimes ...

⭑ Your periods are definitely synched up, but Ivy has plants that can alleviate the cramps. And in the bathroom, there’s an array of pads, tampons, diva cups, re-usable pads etc., (obviously you know who owns which when it comes to reusable ones)

⭑ Whenever you’re making a promise you and Harley do the pinky thing, but if they’re even bigger promises - or even bets, then you do a spit shake.

⭑ Ivy thinks it’s absolutely disgusting, but she gets so used to it that she joins in too

⭑ Being each other’s best friends

⭑ Having Selina over for dinner

⭑ And you guys probably have super obscure pets - like yes, Harley would most definitely have her hyena named Bruce, and Ivy made a living Venus Fly Trap, like one that seems almost sentient and you just want a goddamn dog, or even a cat. But they refuse, and you point out their pets -

⭑ So then they agree

⭑ But you can’t decide what to get

⭑ And maybe one time when Selina is over for dinner, she says that she found a stray that doesn’t like being around too many other cats, so you say you’ll take him

⭑ But then you realise a few months later that the reason why the cat didn’t like being around other cats was because it wasn’t a he, but a she THAT IS NOW PREGNANT

⭑ “Awww we’re gonna be grandparents!” Harley cooed when you guys figured it out

⭑ “Well we can’t have all of them, and Selina already has an apartment full.” Ivy stated, but you wanted to keep all of them so desperately.

⭑ Your cat still hasn’t given birth yet, but she’s so big that all she can do is lay down all-day. You can find her on your bed, snoozing in the sunlight.

⭑ And she actually really likes Bruce (the hyena)

⭑ Harley particularly likes to sit on your lap, and Ivy likes to rest her head on your shoulder

⭑ You usually make dinner

⭑ Ivy cleans up

⭑ Harley will go and get the groceries

⭑ Sometimes you do all sleep in the same bed, but the majority of each of your belongings are in your separate rooms

⭑ Harley will leave lipstick marks on your cheek

⭑ And you’ll find red/orange hair in the bathroom, but you can’t deny that you love these women.

⭑ Theme Song:

‘Lay All Your Love On Me’ by Pale Honey

⭑ Relationship Tropes:

✧ Touch Either Of My Girlfriends And You Die x3

✧ Dumbass (Harley) x Dumbass In Training (You) x Oh God I Guess They’re My Dumbasses (Ivy)

✧ Moon (Ivy) x Eclipse (Harley) x Sun (You)

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‘For Your Love’

~ a LITG Ryan fanfic ~

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Chapter One - Those First Glances

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 💌:

Ahh I’m literally so excited for this fanfic as I’ve been planning it for a while now!

I’ve used parts of the script but adding my own flair to it and also my own parts, and Amelia won’t be included in this story either,

I’m hoping that you guys will love it too,

As always, I’d love to hear your thoughts & feedback in the comments!!!

~Jess

You can read it below or on AO3,

whatever you like :)

𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚’𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐯:

As I step out of the jeep, I see the Villa right in front of me, my home for the next few weeks if I get that far,

𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦?

𝘐 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 !

I strut my way into the Villa with the camera close to me, I stroll into the garden to find one girl there before me, she has long dark hair with glasses, I heard a squeal out of her when she notices me

‘Hi I’m Ivy, you look gorgeous!’

‘Thank you, so do you! My name is Isabella’, I reply with a soft smile

‘Oh my gosh, you’re Italian?’

‘Yes I am, I’m from Rome’

‘That’s really cool, can I get you a glass of champagne?’

‘Yes please Ivy’

‘Here you go’, she hands me a glass and we clink our glasses together

‘Thank you!’, then we hear heels clicking on the ground coming towards us,

the girl appears with bright blue hair,

‘𝘚𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘰𝘶𝘴’, I think to myself.

‘Well I hope that there’s a glass of champagne for me, I’m Bella and I have to say you both are beautiful’

‘Thanks Bella, I’m Isabella but everyone calls me Izzy’

‘Ivy’, is all she replies with a smile

‘So what are your types girls?’, Bella enquires after

‘Tall, dark and handsome, ambitious too of course’

Before my turn, I ask Bella ‘What is your type Bella?’

‘Fun and naughty, someone who’s impulsive, I like boys and girls’

I grin at her response, ‘You’re into girls too?’

‘Yes I’m open to anyone, so you are too Izzy, what about you Ivy?’

‘I just want the boys’

Next our discussion turns to our occupations

‘I’m a DJ’, Bella tells us

‘Ooh what do you like to play?’

‘A bit of everything, depends on the vibes in the venue, what is your occupation Izzy?’

‘I’m a bass player in a rock band’

‘That’s so cool! What’s your job Ivy?’

‘I’m a lab technician in Oxford,

absolutely loving it!…’

Bella interrupts Ivy, ‘There’s another girl coming’

I gaze around to see a girl who has blonde hair with pink tips coming towards us

‘I can’t believe that I’m actually here!

I’m Grace’

We join her in a group hug just by the pool

‘Well where are the boys?!’, Grace asks us,

I giggle at her enthusiasm and then I ask her

‘Most of us have answered so I’ll ask you, Grace what’s your type?’

‘I’m certainly looking for a man, not a boy!

One who can sweep me off my feet and who can treat me right’

‘I just remembered that you never told us your type Izzy’

‘I’ve had my fair share of heartbreak in the past, people mainly want me for my fame or money and I’m honestly sick of that but I want someone who is romantic and wears their heart on their sleeve, someone who I can spend the rest of my life with’

‘That makes sense for someone like you, wait how long have we been single for girls?’, Grace brings up the question

‘I’ve been single for a while now, must be about a year and a half I’d say’, I admit

‘I like living the single life but I want something real this time’, Ivy declares

‘Damn right and two years for me’, Grace replies

‘It must be about six months, wasn’t even that serious honestly but I’m ready for something deeper now’, Bella announces

‘Nothing serious for me since my first proper boyfriend’, Ivy utters

‘There’s nothing like your first love! How did it end with him?’

‘I got bored of waiting for him getting his life together, I mean who’s got time to wait for someone to step up?’

‘We definitely all have ditsy love stories, what is yours Izzy?’,

‘I think that we just wanted different things for our lives, that was a long time ago now, it did hurt though as I had caught strong feelings for him’

‘Nothing hits like your first love’, Bella responds

‘Sometimes in the streets of Rome,

I catch glimpses of him but that’s it,

I think that we should check out the Villa before the boys get here’

‘Let’s do it!’, Grace squeals and we race off together, first we end up in the bedroom, I notice my name on one of the beds so I lay down on it

‘Wow this is comfy!’

The three other girls jump onto their beds but Ivy’s is further away

‘I fancy more privacy while I’m here’, Ivy announces

‘Everyone is still gonna see and hear everything that goes on in here’, Bella states

‘When I crack on with someone it’ll be on the download though’, Grace replies

‘You definitely won’t miss it if I crack on with someone’

‘I’m thinking that you’re the noisy type Ivy’, Bella admits and Ivy perks up

‘I think that you’ll find that out soon enough’, we all share a laugh together

‘How do you like to crack on Izzy?’

Grace enquires

‘It’ll be on the down low for sure, I want it to be between me and my partner, it’s more romantic that way in my opinion’

‘Yes it feels more intimate too, I can’t wait to see everyone get their flirt on!’, Grace remarks and all of us place our suitcases next to our beds

‘I’m gonna go check out the terrace!’, Bella says and we rush out there, Grace lays down on the seats while Bella observes the flowers on the walls

‘This is gonna be perfect for the secret kisses!’, Grace comments

‘Ooh are we already planning our secret kisses Grace?’, I ask her

‘I might be’, Grace smirks

‘It would also definitely be perfect for listening into the boys’ secrets chats in the garden’

‘Someone is getting sneaky already!’, Bella exclaims and suddenly my phone pings, the other girls gasp as I say;

‘I got a text!’

‘𝑮𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔, 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒔! 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆. #𝑨𝒓𝒆𝒀𝒐𝒖𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚𝑭𝒐𝒓𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆? #𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔𝑵𝒐𝒘’

‘Oh my gosh!’, Grace responds

‘We better get ready, to the dressing room girls!’, I exclaim loudly, we touch up our hair, makeup and of course our outfits too

‘Well I think I’m ready for action’, I say looking at myself in a mirror

‘You’re looking so stunning Izzy’, Bella remarks

‘Thanks Bella!’ And then Grace’s phone pings

‘I got a text, girls!’

‘𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆, 𝒊𝒕’𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒔. 𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 #𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕𝑷𝒊𝒄𝒌#𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒔𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒔𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒔’

‘𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬, 𝘐’𝘮 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴’, I think to myself, ‘𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦’.

We all let out a scream for Grace

‘Wish me luck, girls!’

Without another words, Grace runs out of the room

‘She certainly wasn’t time wasting’

‘Should we go to the terrace to get a sneak peek of the boys?’, I suggest

‘Yes Izzy, let’s do that!’, Ivy says with enthusiasm in her voice once we arrive at the terrace, we take turns peeking over the side at the garden below us, I look down but I can see them clearly enough but I can make out four boys and laughter coming from them

‘Sounds like she’s getting her flirt on’

‘You haven’t seen my flirt game yet girls, it’s all about eye contact’

Bella gasps, ‘Two boys stepped forward for her!’, looking down again we see Grace giving one of them a hug as she joins him,

My phone pings next

‘𝑰𝒔𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂, 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒔’

‘It’s time for me to have a closer look at them!’

‘Go get ‘em!’, Bella encourages and as I step away, I take a deep breath to relieve my nervousness.

I take my time strutting across the garden towards the four boys by the pool, I hear cheers from them as they all notice me

‘Time to see that flirt game you promised us Izzy!’, Ivy yells down from the terrace

I flutter my eyelashes at the boys as I strut my way past them, the boys seem excited as I hear ‘oohs’ from them

‘Ciao boys! I have to say, you’re all looking tasty to me! You guys were definitely worth the wait as am I, of course’,

I blow the boys each a kiss

‘Now that’s how you make an entrance Izzy!’,

Grace says clearly impressed, she’s with a tall boy, who gives me a grin full of confidence

‘I’m sure that you’ve got everyone’s attention there Izzy, I’m Ozzy’

‘Hey Ozzy, you two have just coupled up then?’

‘Vibes are there so I stepped forward’

‘Isn’t he gorgeous? Not that you’re not too Lewie’, a pretty blonde boy speaks up,

‘I stepped forward too, you two look good together, not gonna lie about that, although seeing you Izzy, I’m glad I’m still single, you look stunning so hopefully I’ll have a shot with you’, I stare over at the next boy waiting for him to starting talking

‘You’ll definitely have some competition there pal, Izzy I’m Jamal’, I watch as the lady boy in the line runs his hand through his dark wavy hair and then shoots me a cheeky smile

‘𝘎𝘰𝘴𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘰𝘶𝘴’, I shoot him a wink

‘Hey Izzy, I’m absolutely loving your energy, I’m Ryan’

‘It really is lovely to meet you boys, I’d also love to hear a bit about yourselves’

‘I’m from Newcastle originally, I do backing dancing for artists’

‘Ooh, anyone we might know?’, I ask Ozzy

‘That would be telling now wouldn’t it? I do some modelling too but dancing’s my jam’

‘I’m a skateboarder and videographer’

‘Interesting, I’m in a rock band so I’ll let you know if we’re needing you for our music videos’

‘That’s cool! I film and edit videos for the social, my tricks and all that, I’ve also gotten deals from clothing brands so I have to promo stuff too, I don’t stay still for long’, Jamal laughs to himself and he speaks up again, ‘I’m usually up for anything, pick me and I can guarantee that you won’t get bored’,

Next I turn back to Lewie who smiles at me

‘I’m a footballer…’, before another word Grace says, ‘You didn’t tell me you are a footballer, is it too late to change my mind?’

‘I’m semi pro right now but possibly moving up a league next season, I’d say that I’m cool, calm and collected, except on the pitch or in the bedroom, I’m looking for a girl and we can be best mates but still have a spark together and someone I can bring home to have a Sunday roast with my nana’

‘Let me guess you’re a nana’s boy then?’,

I try my best to not start giggle

‘Yeah she’s a vibe, she cracks me up and I’m sure that you’d love her’,

I glance again at Ryan, I stare into his beautiful eyes as we hold intense eye contact together, it’s almost like we’re staring into each other’s souls

‘I’m a professional footballer’, is all he says

‘You’re kidding?’, Lewie sounds shocked

‘Yeah course I am, never played football in my life, more into my music that sports’

‘You’re a musician then?’, I ask Ryan with a flirty smile on my face

‘Yeah singer/songwriter, I play folky stuff but I love all kinds of music, I’m a old school romantic, I wear my heart on my sleeve, life’s too short for games, I want every moment together to feel unforgettable’

‘Good to know’

‘Enough about us, I want to know more about you Izzy, what’s your type?’

‘𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’, was the first thought that came into my head to say but I think against it and reply with,

‘Earlier I said to the girls that I’m into the romantic and soulful type’

‘Stoked to hear that Izzy, especially since you’re exactly my type too’

‘I look forward to seeing that romantic side of yours Ryan, I can’t pretend like I’m not intrigued to see what romance with you looks like ‘cause I definitely am’

‘Hopefully it looks as beautiful as you right now, I hope you don’t think that’s too cheesy to say, I adore your blue eyes already’

‘I’ll admit yours aren’t too bad either’

Then my phone pings, 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦!

‘I got a text!’

‘𝑰𝒔𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂, 𝒊𝒕’𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒖𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒚. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕, 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒔, 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒏 𝑰𝒔𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂 #𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒑𝒍𝒆𝑼𝒑 #𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈’

I lock eyes with Ozzy who looks like he wants to step forward but looks at Grace and decides against it, then my eyes lock again with Ryan as he steps forward

‘I was always stepping forward for you’

‘You’re not the only one’, Jamal tells Ryan as he too steps forwards, giving me a flirty grin

‘I’d be punching with you Izzy, but I ain’t playing it safe here’, Lewie then steps forward

‘Woah, this is so flattering!’

‘So what’s it gonna be, Izzy?’, Grace asks clearly eager to know my decision

‘Oh Mamma Mia, how am I supposed to choose? Well you are all gorgeous looking but I’m gonna go with my heart now, the boy I’d like to couple up with is Ryan, you’ve definitely caught my eye the moment I laid eyes on you’

‘Well like Lewie said earlier, I’m punching, I can’t wait to get to know you better’

I notice Ryan beaming as I walk over to him, then he holds his arms out for a hug,

I couldn’t help but bring him into a hug and after we pull away, he grins as I stand next to him

‘I’m genuinely so happy that you picked me’, Ryan tells me

‘I’ve got a good feeling about you two’, Lewie remarks and Ryan replies with,

‘Cheers Lewie, appreciate that,

I’m feeling a connection for sure’

‘Yeah, you two are gonna be a vibe!’

Before I can say anything, Bella comes across the lawn grinning brightly

‘Who’s ready to take things up a notch? I’m Bella! Two couples already and you girls seem pleased with your choosing’

I nod at her with a smile, I can feel myself blushing

‘If you two other boys want to step forward, that would be great!’

Ryan gives me a reassuring smile and Bella grins as Lewie steps forward for her

‘You seem to be a bit of me, with that wild energy you’re bringing, they do say that opposites attract so I’m into it’

‘I’m not sure if we’re too different to work out or not but I’m curious to find out ‘cause you’re dreamy! The boy I want to couple up with is Lewie’, Bella gives Lewie a kiss on the cheek

‘Keep smiling Jamal, it’s not over yet’, Ryan advises him

‘Mate we’re just getting started!’

Head’s begin to turn as Ivy struts across the lawn, blowing kisses to each of the boys

‘Boys! Hope you’re not getting too attached to your ladies already’

‘Uh oh’, Grace blurts out

‘I’m Ivy, I’ll admit that you’re all a bit of me at the moment’

‘You’re gonna spice things up, aren’t you Ivy?’, Ozzy assumes

‘I have no plan on going home any time soon anyways’

‘She’s full of confidence’, Grace comments

‘You’re not kidding there’, Ryan responds and Ivy begins with her eye contact that she told us about earlier

‘Your eye contact’s something else’, Lewie utters

‘Outrageous isn’t it!’, Bella replies

‘Boys, who fancies stepping forward for an unforgettable ride?’

I look up at Ryan who gives me a reassuring squeeze on my hand

‘Sorry Bella, but she is a worldie’, Lewie says stepping forward

‘You do you pal, we’ve only just met’

Jamal steps forward too and tells Ivy,

‘You couldn’t be any more my type if you tried, you seem like a handful but so am I’

‘I certainly hope so’, Ivy says

‘I’m feeling that cheeky spark already!’

‘Oh is that what we’re calling it?’

‘Well I’m feeling like a third wheel’, Lewie admits and I enquire,

‘Who’s it gonna be then, Ivy?’

‘There’s something about all you boys, some of you are coupled up but no one’s married off yet, things are gonna change quickly here but the boy I’m going to couple up with us…’ ,

Ivy takes a look at Ryan for a second checked speaking again

‘Jamal’

‘Wasn’t expecting her to pick him’, Ryan whispers to me as Ivy goes over to Jamal and they share a kiss, looking like it was right out of a movie

‘I wasn’t expecting it either especially the way she looked at you for a second’,

I breath out

‘Can you see them working?’, Ryan asks and I think for a moment

‘I think I’m seeing heads turning as soon as the bombshells arrive’

‘I think you’re right about that, heads will turn’

‘It shall be interesting to see if they’re still all lovey dovey with each other then’

‘It will for sure, I’m intrigued to see how the first couplings are gonna work out but enough about that, I couldn’t be any happier right now, I was hoping that you’d pick me from the moment that I saw you’

‘Sounds like I’ve made an impact on you then’

‘I have to say that your flirty entrance was unreal, the boys were all drooling here’,

Ivy and Jamal’s kiss finally ends

‘You both finally needed some air?

That was an epic kiss’, Ozzy observed

‘We have to make the most of every second that we have here’

The couples stroll away from each other, every couple eager to get to know each other, Ryan and I take a seat on the swing seat together

‘That first coupling was intense, it worked out great though and you’re honestly so stunning especially in that outfit’

‘The recouplings to come I’m sure will get more intense as we go on, but looks like I’m ticking boxes for you then?’

‘You for sure are, no complaints yet!

Tell me more about yourself Izzy’

‘As I’ve said I’m in a rock band,

I play the bass and if you couldn’t tell by my accent I’m Italian’

‘Wow that’s amazing! I’m glad that we’ve got music in common’

‘Same I was hoping that I’d find someone who’s also in the music industry here’

‘Now that we’re coupled up, is there anything that you would like to ask me?’

Ryan asks and I think of a perfect question instantly

‘What are you hoping to find here in the villa?’

‘Maybe I’ve found it already’,

I cover my face with my hands as blush creeps up on my cheeks

‘Really?’, I mutter

‘Just joking, it is too early to know how deep out connection will be, I think that we definitely have a connection and I assume that you think so too since you choose me and also because you cheeks are bright red right now…’ Ryan lets out a chuckle

‘I’ve had flings in the past but I want to be head over heels in love now with a girl who has me up at all hours of the night writing songs about her’

‘Aww that’s sweet! I was gonna say that I’d write songs about you too but I’m definitely not a good singer’

‘I’m sure I could make a singer out of you in more ways than one if you know what I mean ‘cause maybe we’d stay up all night doing something else too’, Ryan smirks at me and I wink at him, we can hear Ivy’s flirtatious laughter from across the lawn

‘Looks like some of the other couples are hitting it off as well, I think I’ve already got my read on the first couples’ Ryan points out

‘Really? That’s quite fast, we haven’t been here that long’, I ask him curiously

‘I’ve always been a quick reader of people’

‘Ooh have you now?’

‘I’m liking what my gut is telling me about you so far’

‘I’m certainly glad to hear that coming from you’, I smile at Ryan which he returns

‘Do you wanna continue chatting with me?’

‘Of course I do! I’m excited to get to know you on a deeper level’

‘Great! I was hoping that you’d say that’

‘I wanna know your read on the other couples then?’

‘I’m not really sensing too much speaks with Bella and Lewie’

‘I mean I understand that ‘cause he stepped forward for Ivy after all’

‘My gut is telling me that they’ll be a friendship couple, as I’ve said I’m not sure if Ivy’s gonna be 100% about Jamal’

‘Yes I’m thinking the same myself’

‘I’m glad that we’re seeing things the same way already’

‘What about Ozzy and Grace? They seem to be getting closer already’, I request

‘My senses are telling me that Grace might be more into Ozzy than he is into her’

‘Why do you think that?’

‘I was almost certain that Ozzy was going to step forward for you’

‘That’s interesting’

‘Can’t blame him though, I’m sure that you’ve turned everyone’s head’

Ryan stares directly into my eyes

‘Although I reckon that we’re the couple with the best vibe so far, what’s your thoughts on that?’

‘I’m definitely feeling a vibe between us, I think that we look like a power couple already’

‘We’re on the same page then, I’m excited to see how things go between us’,

Ryan glances into my eyes once more and then down at my lips, I can’t help but give him a flirty smile as I lean into Ryan, I tease him by pausing as our lips are about to touch each other’s, trying to saviour this moment, after a second I press my lips against his, I feel his fingers through my hair with the intensity of our kiss, I give Ryan another soft kiss before pulling away

‘Wow, that was something else’

‘Were you tempted by any of the other girls?’, I enquire

‘What other girls? I don’t see any?’,

Ryan looks deep into my eyes as I watch him laugh

‘So did any of the other boys catch your attention at the coupling?’

‘Honestly you’re the only boy who’s caught my eye so far’

‘I can’t see past you at the moment’

‘I’m glad to hear that’

Ryan beams while glancing with wonder across the garden

‘It still doesn’t feel real, I’m absolutely buzzing, shall we go see what everyone else is saying?’

‘I couldn’t agree more, my band mates thought that I was mad for applying but here I am and yeah let’s go’

I link arms with Ryan as we head towards the other Islanders

‘You two were looking cozy over there’,

Ivy mentions and I feel my cheeks flush red once again

‘We’re definitely feeling a connection now aren’t we Izzy?’

‘Ooh for sure, I honestly haven’t felt a connection like it with anyone before’,

I blurt out without thinking

‘I’m glad that you think that way ‘cause I am too’, Ryan admits taking a glimpse into my eyes with a smile

𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘙𝘺𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦 ‘𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵?

#love island the game #love island game #litg #litg season 6 #litg s6 #litg double trouble #litg fanfic #litg ff #litg ryan

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avaritia-apotheosis · 1 year

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Bid A Strong Ghost Stand at the Head Ch. 1

An art exhibition ends with Poison Ivy attacking a research facility and Danny getting caught in the crossfire. Bruce takes this opportunity to find out more about his firstborn son, but getting answers out of Danny is like chasing ghosts. 4th installment of the Hey Brother AU

A DPxDC crossover // Read on [AO3]

MASERLIST // Next Chapter →

There was a bevy of older women surrounding Damian at the art gala. Mothers, all of them, with their bored children dragged behind and then pushed in Damian’s way. From where Bruce stood in his own circle of sycophants, he couldn’t hear what the matrons of high society were saying to his son, but he could make an educated guess that it was something along the lines of what a handsome boy you are, you take after your father so well. Why don’t you play with my son, Hunter, or my daughter, Regina? I know you’ll all get along so well!

Damian, unsurprisingly, was disinterested. Unimpressed, given by the way he looked down on all the children shoved in front of him. (An impressive feat, too, considering that Damian stood at least an inch shorter than most of them.)

Bruce inclined his head to the man towards his right, making the appropriate sounds as he half-listened to a story about the Bahamas and swimming pigs.

A brief glance towards the buffet table revealed that Damian was not there. The gaggle of children were, of course. The buffet table was one of the few sanctuaries a child could get in these events. He scanned the gallery a few more times. Dick had caught his gaze, flashing a quick ‘ok’ sign as he headed towards Iris Graham’s collection of charcoal drawings a little farther into the venue. Presumably to where Damian was.

A server came by with a fresh tray of champagne. Bruce took that moment as an opportunity to loudly exclaim that there is someone he absolutely must talk with on the other side of the room, and deftly extricated himself from the group. Now, off to find his son.

Bruce wasn’t worried that Damian would try something— wait, no, he took that back. Five children and even more ‘children-adjacent’ children taught him enough to know that peaceful galas with the Wayne family present were few and far between.

But that wasn’t the point.

Damian had been ‘off’ more times than ‘on’ these past few weeks, following the appearance and just as abrupt disappearance from his brother.

Damian’s brother. As in Bruce’s son.

(His firstborn son. His resurrected son. His ‘ trained in the League of Shadows to become a perfect killing machine’ son. Bruce was not one to believe in coincidences, but this was just absurd.)

Stubbornly, Damian continued to keep quiet on the subject of his brother. Either ignoring the question completely at worst or giving out cryptic comments at best. The best in the League , Damian had said. Even Grandfather feared him.

A pack of reporters hounded at his heels, all bright flashes and a hundred questions per minute. He gave them one of his signature BruceTM smiles, all gleaming white teeth, and empty-headedness. He ended up being saved by the star of tonight’s charity gala, Iris Graham, an up-and-coming artist who grew from the poverty-ridden streets of Gotham herself. She approached him, most likely, to convince him to buy one of her works. Unfortunately for her, Bruce had places to be and had no time for idle small talk.

“Ah, Ms. Graham, you look positively dashing tonight.” He turned to the reporters, gesturing at Graham’s elegantly cut dark green pantsuit. “Doesn’t she look lovely, ladies and gents? Anyway, have I told you, Miss Graham, how much I adore your work? Truly marvelous stuff. Especially the one with the Gotham skyline at night. How ever did you come up with that?”

The reporters shifted their attention to Miss Graham, who flushed under their gaze. Shoulders rolled back, she lifted her chin high and began to enthusiastically detail the story of the painting, first addressing Bruce on pretense, and then fully embracing the press’ attention. Bruce, without missing a beat, left to pursue his children again.

The past few days marked a noticeable shift in Damian’s behavior, however. There was a lightness in his step as if a thread of unseen tension came loose. He was less snappish, less moody.

And he spent a lot of time on his phone.

It did not take being the World’s Greatest Detective to guess that Damian’s brother came into contact with him again. Though whether this would bode them ill or not…Bruce couldn’t say for sure.

He met up with Dick who was leaning against a large square pillar, arms crossed and phone held at an angle that seemed a touch too awkward. “I would have figured you’d be over there with him instead of spying on him through your phone.”

Dick stuck his tongue out. He tilted his phone slightly to get his shoulder out of the frame and zoomed in on Damian who stood a little farther down the hall. “I tried, earlier, but he kept trying to run away from me,” Dick said. “He’s gotten better at this gala thing, for sure, so I thought it was fine to keep my distance. I’m just glad he’s not chewing anyone’s head off.”

“Is he texting again?”

“With the way his thumbs are moving? Oh, yeah.”

Bruce’s phone buzzed. So did Dick’s.

“It’s O.” Dick pushed himself off the pillar. “Poison Ivy’s been sighted and she’s causing havoc at one of Synototech’s research labs.”

Bruce grunted. “Get your brother. We’ll suit up.”

◆◆◆

Red Robin was already on the scene when they arrived, dodging and weaving through the hoard of vines that sprouted in front of the entrance.

“Poison Ivy has enough explosives inside the lab to level it to the ground!” Oracle said through their comms. “There are still people trapped inside. You guys need to get them out .”

A thick vine lunged at him. Batman barely rolled out of the way. The vine retreated, turning to curl itself around Poison Ivy, a calm and collected fury plain on her face. He barked orders at the others to disarm the explosives and get everyone inside the building out .

Farther away he spotted Robin with his katana drawn, slicing pieces of Poison Ivy’s plant army away.

“You’re not going anywhere.” She thrust her arms outward, the vines obeying her command. Batman threw explosive batarangs at them before jumping away.

Nightwing yelled at Red Robin to jump back and slug explosive pellets at the entrance. The explosion ripped a hole into the entrance, and the two dove inside the building.

Batman ripped a thick vine out of the ground and swung it around to take out the other plants. Another plant wrapped itself around his legs and flung him into the air. He barely stuck the landing.

The plants advanced on him again. Batman slid under them and slung a bolas at their base. The rope swung around the base and exploded.

Oracle’s voice crackled through the comms. “Nightwing got all the civilians out. Red Robin is nearly done disarming the bomb.”

He dodged a large thorned stem. At the corner of his eyes, he could see something dark red pulsing .

Fuck. Where was Damian?

It burst. A shrill scream. A bright blinding light.

Batman’s breath hitched. “Robin!”

He ran over to the plant bomb’s detonation sight. Pressing his comms, he shouted “Robin, what’s your situation? Where are you?”

“Help,” Robin said. Bruce’s blood ran cold. “ Father— he won’t stop screaming!”

“Poison Ivy’s fleeing the scene,” Oracle said.

Let her run, he’ll capture her later. Right now, his son needs him.

“Gas mask, B. Don’t forget to put it on.”

The screaming had tapered off by the time he found his son. Robin knelt over something, back turned to him, the edges of his black cape singed. A few feet away from there were the remains of a giant plant that laid limp on the ground, its red petals curled back tightly to the base of the flower. All around them there were giant holes— seeds —that dug straight through concrete.

“Robin,” He called out.

The other whipped his head back, eyes wide, gas mask already attached. “Father! Please— I don’t know what’s wrong with him.” Robin shifted his position.

There, knelt on the ground, was Damian’s brother. His head was bowed, nearly pressed against the ground, one hand grasping at debris and the other clenched against his side. He whimpered on the floor, drawing himself tighter. Red coated his hand, seeped and spread through the white of his shirt.

He knelt at the boy’s—at Danny’s? That’s what he preferred to be called if Bruce remembered correctly— side. “What happened?”

“I was careless. I wasn’t watching my back. Poison Ivy’s new plant bomb has a quicker detonation time and I wasn’t able to get out of the blast radius quickly enough. My brother he— he saw and he shielded me. But I don’t know why he’s— He said he wasn’t hit .”

Danny convulsed. A scream ripped through his throat.

“Bullet?”

“A— a seed bullet from one of Ivy’s new plants. It’s still inside him.”

Shit. He fished out a small bottle of saline and wads of gauze from his utility belt and gave Robin instructions to help pack the wound. They’ll have to take him back to the cave.

Bruce spoke through the comms. “Red Robin, Nightwing, report.”

“Explosives have all been disarmed, B. I think I might know Poison Ivy’s motives, too.”

“The building’s all clear too, except for these plants. What the hell’s been happening on your end?”

“Poison Ivy’s escaped. Danyal al Ghul has been injured; I’m taking him to the cave.”

“What?” Nightwing and Red Robin exclaimed.

“RR and I can handle the clean-up here, B. You guys go on ahead.”Batman grunted. He lifted Danny up off the ground—why was he throwing himself into a fight wearing jeans and a t-shirt?— and carried him to the batmobile. Damian dogged at his heels, only pausing to swipe a sample of the plant bomb.

“Oracle?”

“Already sent a message to Agent A to prep the infirmary, B.”

“Good.”

◆◆◆

Danny slipped between consciousness and unconsciousness during their ride back to the cave.

Alfred was already prepared, the infirmary fully stocked and the operating theater ready for use.

“Wait—” Damian. “Anesthesia doesn’t work on you.”

Danny groaned through clenched teeth as Bruce helped him onto the operating table. “It’ll work. Righ— hah— ‘m weak ‘nough right now that it’ll work.” He turned to Bruce, words slurring. “Jus’ gimme the strongest you got.” Another groan. “Please.”

Bruce slipped that piece of information into the file labeled ‘investigate later.’ “Damian, get the computer to analyze the plant sample you collected.”

Alfred helped Danny slip off his torn and bloodied shirt and tossed it into a bin. “I wasn’t aware that crime-fighting attire would be so casual these days.”

“Gettin’ shot wasn’t r’lly on m’ to-do list today. Might’ve dressed better ‘f I’d known.”

They worked quickly, hooking Danny up to the appropriate machines and identifying the location of the seed. Damian had rushed back with an analysis report on the seed. Other than possessing a very tough shell, the seed itself was harmless.

Alfred finished cleaning up the wound. “The seed will have to stay inside, I’m afraid.”

Danny vigorously shook his head, eyes squinted and unfocused. “Nonono, ya’ gotta take it out.”

“Taking it out will only risk more injury than leaving it in.”

“‘Nd the seed is made out ‘f the only thing in this world that can kill me.”

What?

“Rosa disanthus,” Danny wheezed. “Check. That’s the plant, yeah?”

Damian flipped through the report again. “Its— the plant shares similar DNA with it, yes. But according to the computer it's harmless.”

“Not to me.”

With the exception of a raised eyebrow, Alfred looked nonplussed. “Very well then.” He injected more anesthesia into the wound site and pulled up a rolling chair next to Danny, forceps brandished in one hand. “Do try to keep still.”

“I’ll have you know that’m a champ at playin’ dead.”

◆◆◆

Danny passed out soon after Alfred fished out the seed. Damian insisted that he help bandage his brother up, and in a rather surprising display of empathy, refused to leave Danny’s bedside.

Bruce managed to wrangle him to sleep by setting up another cot in the infirmary with plenty of promises to wake him up if anything happened. He crashed the second his head hit the pillow, showing how much this entire ordeal shook him.

Before Alfred went about to clean the operating theater, he passed the bloodied seed off to Bruce. “While I may be old and hardly a medical expert, I’m quite sure that blood is not supposed to have bits of green in it.”

“Green?” Bruce took the forceps, holding the seed up to the light. It was unusually large, though judging from the plant it came from, he couldn’t be too surprised by it. He angled it slightly, eyes narrowed as he tried to spot a sliver of green. There. It was hardly noticeable amidst all the dark reds, but if you held it just right, you could see little flecks of green swirling about the blood.

The seed itself looked unharmed, so it couldn’t have been from that.

Hm. More unanswered questions.

While the blood was being analyzed, Bruce took the opportunity to breathe and—

And…

The remarkable thing about Danny was that his skin was unblemished. In their line of work—hero, vigilante, assassin — it was next to impossible to remain unscathed unless one had preternatural healing abilities or nigh-indestructible skin. Even Damian, young as he was, had a few scars to his name

Danny—with the exception of the wound Alfred had stitched closed (a wound that will scar)— had none. Not a single mark.

That should be a good thing.

He is the best the League has ever produced

Bruce rubbed his face, pinched the bridge of his nose, and sighed. He checked Danny’s vitals one more time, pulled Damian’s blanket over his shoulders, then sat himself down in front of the computer monitor.

The first thing Bruce did was check on the summative reports that both Nightwing and Red Robin sent him. The mission was successful with minimal casualties and no deaths; all researchers within the facility were taken to the hospital for treatment. The two managed to neutralize the majority of the hostile plants Poison Ivy set both in and around the facility. Poison Ivy, however, still remained at large.

Dick’s report also said that he and Tim were going to get something to eat at BatBurger and not to wait up.

You have some shit you need to sort out , the message seemed to say. And we’re not gonna be a part of it.

He closed off the report and opened a random assortment of case files. Despite his efforts, none of them really caught his attention, and he found his eyes glazing over.

Bruce always had a good memory.

It was useful more often than not. He was good at remembering faces and storing away minute details that may or may not become useful in a case, and it helped him juggle both of his personas. But there were times when having a good memory was more trouble than it’s worth.

Time heals all wounds— but a sharp memory had a penchant of reopening them.

(The heat was one of the things he remembered the most. The hot desert son relentlessly bore down on him, sweat sticking to his skin and matting his hair. The air so dry that every inhale parched his throat, and insects buzzed annoyingly around his ear. But all of that— all the discomfort, the heat, the sun, the stress—faded away when Talia—his once-love, once-passion, once the owner of his heart and soul—pulled him aside to whisper in his ears “beloved, I am with child.”

He kissed her there in that cursed desert. And even years later he still remembered the feel of her lips against his. The way that her pulse fluttered beneath his thumb. The slow curl of her smile.)(Another memory: It’s that damn desert again. The moon shone high in the sky, a pale and waning crescent. The sand that was hot to touch in the day was cold beneath his fingertips. The air was still so dry. He is angry at Ra’s, angry at this mission, angry at himself. Then came Talia, face cold and impassive but her eyes rimmed red, her spine rigid but Bruce did not miss the way she angled herself against the doorframe, almost clinging to it. “It’s gone,” she said, simple and straightforward as if she was remarking about the fucking weather. “The baby is gone.”)

(And another: They’re miles beneath the sea, just off the coast of the United Kingdom. The cave is dark and infested with mutant man-bats trying to escape to the surface and their son—their son, arrogant and unexpected but as relentlessly determined as their parents—had run off to fight the world’s most renowned hitman. Talia was not dead, was not captured. She stood waist-deep in the Lazarus pit…waiting.

Then, as if possessed, she dove in. He shouted her name and went in after her. Pulled her back to the surface. The green waters had slipped into her wounds, suturing them closed and seeping its madness into her. Her eyes flickered green. She tore herself from his grip, but then fell limp. He caught her, and as he did saw something that might have looked like tears at the corner of her eyes.)

( A final one: Reunited and victorious, Damian ran to his mother. But as he came closer his steps slowed, then stopped. Face contorted into confusion. “Where—?”

Talia’s composure broke— but only for a moment. The cracks smoothed themselves away with an exhale. She closed the distance between her and Damian, fingers carding through his hair before coming down his neck and then cupping his face. “I’m sorry,” she said. “He’s gone.”)

He blinked.

Alfred appeared at his side with a cup of warm tea in hand.

Bruce gave Alfred a grateful look and silently took the cup. He took a sip, long and slow, letting the scent of chamomile calm him, and appreciating the pleasant warmth on his tongue.

“Alfred,” Bruce said as he rolled back his aching shoulders. “What do you make of him?”

“Master Danny, I presume?” Alfred placed his hands behind his back. “I would not presume to make such judgments when I’ve only met him once. However, I do see a resemblance.”

With a grunt, he sipped his tea. “There’s something strange about him, Alfred.”

“I would say that about all your children, Master Bruce.”

Bruce chuckled. “Can’t argue with you there.”

#dpxdc #hey brother au #my writing.txt

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evish-rambles · 22 days

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So I decided just to make a new blog aksfjkaghkslfaf. n e way this is a spot for me to basically just turn my voices time (technical term for talking to yourself in/about character) into something i can actually look back on. I expect my posts could range anywhere from single sentence concepts all the way to like,, paragraphs upon paragraphs of nonsense. Horray!!

My tagging system may evolve overtime but as of right now; "oc: [name]" is used for my characters, "foc: [name]" is for my friends characters, and "npc: [name]" will be used for npcs of any campaign. "character into" is for if i actually decide to write up intros for my losers (I may do some quick synopses? if so they'll be under the cut <3), "fic ideas" is pretty self explanatory, and any aus will be tagged, ex. "band au" "evil au" etc. If i come up with anything else i'll probably add it here!! I fully expect this blog to be more well tagged than my main aklsfgaslkhf

alright! settle in for chaos >:)

Basic Character Intros!! Wahoo!! I'm gonna list em in chronological order of when I made them. Race, Class and Subclass, age, a song i feel fits them best, and a brief backstory rundown will all be given.

Zezrina Frear (She/Her)

Drow, College of Spirits Bard

227 (equivalent of 25)

The Mariners Revenge Song by The Decemberists

Has a power where she can talk to ghosts who tell her the future, inherited from her mother who was driven insane by visions of Zez's death. Her mother then died under mysterious circumstances and Zez ran from her family to try and figure out what actually happened.

Imagine if you fused the Madrigal family from Encanto with Luke and May Castellan from Percy Jackson.

Vildanna Cadieux (She/Her)

Half-Elf/Hexblood, Shadow Sorcerer

What The World Needs from Ride The Cyclone

Orphaned daughter of an attempted coup, Vildanna believes she alone knows right from wrong. She believes truly that good people (her) do only good things, and bad people (anyone who opposes her) do only bad things. This is complicated somewhat by the fact that shes the character I play for Curse of Strahd :)

She also has a litte rat dog named Syvestre, have you ever seen the "nightime pee artist" meme? that.

Kezarel Riverseeker (She/Her)

Human, Necromancy Wizard

High (Keep Up) by Bo Baskoro

As the middle of 7 in a prominent Waterdhavian noble house, Kez knows that unless she can prove herself she'll be forced into a political marriage. Her chosen path is to become a Court Mage for her family, an educator and protector. She protects her self by mimicking the behavior of her mother, who is... not a great person.

General Nizira Votsky (He/Him)

Reborn Half-Orc, Vengeance Paladin

Just A Man from EPIC: The Musical

After a long life in the military Nizira settled down with his adopted son Alexi. This was interrupted when people broke into his home, killed him, and kidnapped Alexi. With his dying breath Nizira swore vengeance and was reborn as basically a wraith, his hunger for violence is the only thing keeping him alive.

Arda Pendragon (He/Him)

Aasimar, Mutant Bloodhunter

Reaper Man by Mother Mother

An ex-noble who got kicked out for being too gay!! Arda fell in love with a man who lived in the woods outside his town who was executed for "crimes against the throne". Now he drifts through life seeking any carnal pleasure to distract himself from the loss.

His father is an Angel and also his angelic guide, which makes for some interesting conversations.

Weary aka Lavender Farmane (She/It)

Ivy "Venus" Allium

Valas Diril Hylinn

Amze Sankrat

Azalea Ito

Wyvern Maradil aka Lucien Clement Hargreaves (He/They)

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readingwiththereids · 1 year

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yanda! speaks: hello my loves! i’m so sorry that it took so long for this chapter to come out, i realised that i just really hated my outlines for the next three chapters and decided to scrap everything and change it lol. but nonetheless, it’s here now and i hope you like it! don't forget to like and reblog! lots of love and light! 🤎

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notes: i pictured blake as grant show from dynasty but imagine whoever you want :)

night rain ; chapter 6

2022

The wind ruffled the fabric of her dress as she climbed out of the limousine and stared up at Carmen’s apartment building. His figure stalked out of the door in a crisp, all-black suit before stopping in the middle of the doorway once he finally looked at her. Camila looked beautiful, devastatingly at that. The setting sun illuminated her skin perfectly, making her look similar to some type of fairy-like being. Carmy thought that the dress she wore fit her gorgeously and took note of how the slit of it ran all the way up her alluring, bronze legs. Her smile glowed the same as a million suns as she took him in too, looking him up and down.

“You look…” he trailed off, in shock.

“You look handsome too, Carm.” Camila giggled back before beckoning him over to the vehicle behind her and getting in.

Carmen followed apprehensively before shutting the car door as he got in.

“This is Mel, he’ll be our driver tonight.”

“Hello, Mr Berzatto,” an old man quipped from the front seat.

“Cut the crap, Melman.” Camila said, rolling her eyes.

“You’re a pain in the ass, Ms Ivy.”

Bewilderedly watching the exchange between the chauffeur and the woman to his right, Carmy spoke up.

“Do you normally get to places in a limo?”

“No, of course not. My boss just insists on it any time that there’s a semi-special event going on.” she laughed.

“It’s because he’s in love with her.” Mel cut in from the front as he made a turn.

“He?” Carmy looked at Camila.

“That’s not true!” she exclaimed, avoiding eye contact with him.

As the car then slowed to a red light, Melman turned to look at Carmen with a mischievous smile on his face.

“Trust me, every single employee at La Fame knows that it’s true. Even the drivers.”

As Carmy opened his mouth to say something, which probably would have been entirely reckless as a mix of frustration and jealousy had started to bubble in his chest, Camila interrupted the two men’s conversation.

“Can we please just listen to some music?”

Mel smirked from the front, “Yes, Ms Ivy.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

^^^^^^^^^

Just as Carmen was helping Camila out of the car, a small red-headed woman in a sapphire knee-length dress and black heels, briskly walked up to the pair carrying a clipboard.

“Cam, I made sure that they brought over your cakes in one of those refrigerated trucks but when I checked one of the boxes, I saw that three were missing and that the delivery guy had crumbs all over his face. So I fired him.”

“Noelle! Why would you do that?”

“I just explained why, did you not hear?”

“I heard you but that’s not-”

“Hey, you!” Noelle shouted at one of the workers setting up the venue before striding towards them. “That doesn’t go there!”

“That’s my assistant, Noelle. She’s a little intense right now but I promise she’ll be a pleasure to be around in a couple of hours.” Camila whispered in Carmen’s ear, her warm breath and tone sending goosebumps up his spine.

“Okay! I’m back,” the shorter woman returned. “Oh! Oh. You must be Carm.”

“You and Mel are seriously getting on my nerves tonight. I swear to God-”

“Melman drove you? What fun.” she laughed before turning to Carmy as he introduced himself properly.

“Yeah. Uh, yes. I’m Carmen, nice to meet you.” He stuttered, shaking her hand.

“He’s cute,” she whispered to Camila before turning around and walking into the venue, signalling for the pair to follow before continuing to speak.

“Jess said that you’re overseeing the caterers tonight but it shouldn’t be anything hectic. We’ve used them before and they’re pretty professional, all you need to do is check in with them every couple of hours.”

“Can I go chat with them now?” Cam asked.

“Of course. Also for your peace of mind, Blake isn’t here yet.”

“Who’s Blake?” Carmy finally spoke up from a few steps behind the pair.

“Her stalk-” Noelle started before noticing the pointed look that her superior was giving her. “Her boss. Come on, the kitchen is this way.”

^^^^^^^^^

“And so, I just wanted to say how much we really appreciate you all being here. Not that you had a choice, but even as an outsider, I know first-hand how difficult your job is so thank you for working with us this evening. If you need anything at all, do not hesitate to come find me.” Camila finished as the workers of the catering company clapped and got back to work.

“Alright, a bunch of the guests just pulled in. You two ready?” Noelle asked the pair.

“Never better.” Carmen breathed anxiously as they walked into the gala hall, packed with dozens of guests that immediately turned their attention to Cam and her unknown date.

The slight shake in his hands and the pickup in his breathing must have alerted the brown-skinned woman because she immediately moved to come to his side and slid her arm through his.

“You alright, Bear?”

Carmy chose not to point out the use of the nickname, instead opting to nod his head as Noelle led them towards the crowd.

^^^^^^^^^

Camila was in her element. Swift and elegant as she moved from group to group, the same was said about her ability to shift from each conversation. Carmen noticed as each person always became entranced by her as soon as she entered their view, everyone suddenly became so willing to open up to her and keep the conversation going that they ended up telling her secrets they hadn’t anticipated telling a single soul. She had always had that magnetically welcoming quality to her. It was one of his favourite things about her, that she was always able to get anything out of him and even when she couldn’t, she already knew. Without words, she could already anticipate and be ready to comfort every one of his emotions and feelings before he even realised that he had them. It was also one of the things that he missed most about her. Since her sudden absence in his life, Carmy found it even more difficult to express himself to anyone else. Hell, he even had a hard time understanding himself without her to guide him through it. She was one of his greatest comforts and it was because of her that he knew he was capable of functioning internally in such an orderly way. But at the same time, in a way, she had ruined him.

“Oh, my God! Camila, you are always such a joy to talk to.” A blonde woman by the name of Jessica laughed.

“By the way, Blake’s asking everyone if they’ve seen you,” she added, wiggling her brows at the younger woman.

“Oh, really?” Cam awkwardly laughed before seeing said man, walking towards her from across the hall.

Turning to Noelle and Carmy behind her who had been simply spectating her extraordinary interactions with the guests in attendance, she whispered, “mátame ahora.” [kill me now.]

“Hun, you know I have no idea what you’re saying right now,” Noelle mumbled, turning the girl back in the direction of the older man who now stood before her.

From where Carmy was standing, he could barely hear Camila’s conversation with Blake but after they exchanged what seemed to be pleasantries, Blake made a little bit of a show while kissing her hand. Carmen could have sworn that he made eye contact with the man as he did it but maybe he was just imagining it. Nevertheless, it still pissed him off, which he thought could be easily pointed out by his clenched jaw had anyone been looking. Coincidentally, Noelle had been looking his way right at that moment.

“Hey. Don’t even worry about him,” she started before looking back at the two still speaking in front of them. “Unfortunately, it’s just part of the job.”

Just then, Camila turned back to the pair with wide eyes, waving them (particularly Carmy) over.

“Carm, darling. I’d like you to meet my boss, Blake.”

“Oh, no, don’t call me that. No such thing as ‘ranks’ here. We’re just one big happy family.” Blake laughed while reaching for Carmen’s hand.

“And yet, I haven’t gotten a raise in 2 years and you still call me Nina.” Noelle mumbled under her breath behind them, prompting him to stifle a laugh before speaking.

“Carmen, sir. Nice to meet you.”

“Baby, I was just about to tell Blake here about how we might have to leave early.”

When the curly-haired boy only looked back at her with confusion, Camila continued.

“We have an early morning tomorrow. We’re taking a drive up to Lake Michigan for the weekend, just a little getaway.

This caused Blake’s face to drop.

“Oh. A couple’s getaway, that is?”

Finally, Carmy caught on, rushing to answer to not force Cam to speak to this man much longer.

“Yes. We’re celebrating our anniversary.”

“Wow,” the older man chuckled bitterly through gritted teeth. “Sounds great. How long have you two been-”

Thankfully, one of the catering staff interrupted the conversation to let Camila know that two of their stagiaires had disappeared from the kitchen and now there was no one to prep the onions for the appetiser. Humbly, and also looking for any excuse to leave, Cam and Carm offered their services. And so now, here they were. Sat side by side, on crates in the corner of the scullery, peeling onions by hand and dropping them into a container that rested at their feet.

“I feel like I haven’t done this in decades.” Carmen chuckled as he dropped a freshly peeled one into the container. His jacket was long forgotten, his top button undone and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. His curls fell into his eyes as his skilled, inked hands worked on the husk of another. Even in such a dishevelled and humbling circumstance, he still looked breathtaking.

“I doubt decades, but yeah. It takes you back.” Camila agreed as she threw another layer into the makeshift pile next to her. Respectively, her heels stood carelessly in the corner next to Carmy, her hair had been messily unclipped and her jewellery sat in the darkness of her purse. Had you asked the boy next to her, however, he would have said that she’d never looked more perfect. Granted, he used to say the same thing when she was leaking mucus and phlegm cause she had the flu, so no one could really say how true that statement was.

“Hey, I’m really sorry about what I did back there. Blake was really laying in on suggesting that I spend the weekend going over strategy with him at his house in Aspen and I, uh, I just needed a way out of it. But thank you for going along with it, so much.”

“Of course, Cam. I’d do anything for you,” that had come out slightly more romantic than he intended, so Carmen continued. “Can I ask why you put up with it though? From what I’ve heard tonight, it sounds like it’s pretty much an everyday occurrence.”

A beat.

From the deep breath that she took, he feared that he might have offended her before she finally muttered, “I don’t know. I think I just, I just like it here? I mean, I love my job. I love that I get to be part of giving shine to small chefs who are just like I was, just trying to get some type of recognition. I even love doing shit like this stupid gala because I know it keeps everyone motivated to do this job. Also, it’s already so hard for women to get this far in this field, especially at this age. I mean, I know that everyone just thinks I slept my way to an executive position, that there’s lists that go around the office about who’s most ‘smashable’ and that I’ve been top 3 for almost three years straight.”

“But I also know how many girls feel inspired that I’ve gotten this far,” she continued. “That they have someone in their corner when Blake doesn’t want to make another woman ‘Chef of the Moment’ two months in a row because he ‘doesn’t want them to get a big head’. I know that they count on me to be their voice and as much as I might hate the things that come with it, I have to keep going.”

Carmy had no idea what to say, how to express how deeply he understood and empathised with her words. So he said the only word that he knew would get the point, at least partly, across.

“Heard.”

However, this only forced a giggle to bubble out of Camila as she looked at him with shock.

“Heard? I just poured my deepest thoughts out to you and you said ‘heard’?”

She was laughing harder now, clutching onto his bicep to stay upright. Carmen felt bad and didn’t think it was entirely that funny but her smile was contagious, as was her laugh and so he began to chuckle too. The pair looked insane, giggling their asses off as they sat in a dimmed corner of the event hall’s kitchen, surrounded by the husks of onions. But they didn’t care, because for a second it felt like the old them and they would do anything to feel that again.

Finally, they came down.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Carmy halfheartedly chuckled. “I, uh, what I meant to say is that I’m proud of you. As much as it might suck, I always knew that you’d end up doing big things one day and now you are, so I’m proud of you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

The girl quickly made a move to hug him before he could avoid it, enveloping her arms around his shoulders. Hesitantly, he returned it before settling into the familiar warmth of her embrace.

“I’m really proud of you too, Carm. I hope you know that. After everything that you’ve gone through, that you’ve achieved, I always knew you could do it.”

Carmy shook his head as she continued.

“Even now, that restaurant is in the best shape that it’s been in a long time and that’s all thanks to you. My mom actually likes going to work now and with a little more pushing, I’m pretty sure we can get her to put on the apron.” Camila laughed as he let out a chuckle. Her hands moved to cup his cheeks so that they would make eye contact.

“You are so special, Carmen. You never fail to impress me, not that you need it. I swear you deserve the world.”

“Then why did you leave?” he finally whispered back, bright blue eyes boring piercing into her own.

His words caught Camila by surprise, her mouth slightly agape. Before she could get another word out, however, Noelle was dropping a plate of the desserts that they made earlier, in front of them.

“Guys, holy shit. These are fire, you have to eat one. They’re amazing.”

Sensing the tense energy between the two she paused, eyes bouncing between them before continuing.

“Okay…I’m not even going to ask. Try them. Also, Blake is pissed! During entrées, he was fully ranting at Garrett that he’s gonna scrap the whole bringing your partners' thing. Just employees.” she laughed.

“Really? That’s uh…great.” Camila muttered quietly, her eyes still flicking to the man next to her.

Still sensing the awkwardness, Noelle stood up, “You two are killing my buzz.” before walking away and leaving the pair alone again.

They sat in silence for a second, glumly staring down at their hands until both tried to speak at the same time.

“Cam, listen, I’m sor-”

“Carmy. I don’t know what to-”

“No, no. Let me finish, okay. I’m sorry that I said that. It was uncalled for and a little cruel. I just, it feels like you’ve just reappeared in my life and it’s as if you never left. You still feel the same. I’m just scared, I think. Of what happens if we do this again, take that chance. But I know that you don’t owe me an explanation until you’re ready. I can wait.”

When he was only met with a longing stare and silence, he cleared his throat and changed the subject.

“If they’re on dessert now, I doubt that they still need us on this. You wanna go back out?”

Camila shook her head slowly.

“You wanna go back home?”

Another shake.

“What then?”

After pretending to think for a second, she finally spoke up.

“You wanna go roller skating?”

“Roller skating? In these clothes?” Carmen laughed, watching her stand and reach her hand down for him to grab.

“Who cares? Let it rip, right?”

“Let it rip.”

yanda! speaks (again): so since i really just changed the entire direction of which this fic was going, the chapters were cut down to 10 instead of 12 so we’re just over halfway now 😛 also, i’ll be offline for the next couple of days so i made this one a little longer to make up for it! alright, bye!

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