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stylesispunk · 2 years ago

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The great war | Part II |

"All that bloodshed, crimson clover, sweet dream was over, my hand was the one you reached for"

part 1, part 3, part 4, part 5 | masterlist

word count: 1,9k

series summary: After things fell apart it seemed that Joel and you were falling into pieces.

series warning: angst, established relationship (complicated though) hints to cheating, age gap (Reader is in her late 20s, Joel is in his late 40s), mentions of stillborn baby, please don't read if you feel it triggers.

A/n: English is not my first language and it has been YEARS since I last wrote something that wasn't academic or formal for my job, so please forgive any mistake. (I really feel ashamed for posting a second part after the first part didn't get attention but still, I'm doing this for fun)

Joel’s world shattered at that moment. The realization of what he had done hit him. The bouquet of flowers in his hands seemed meaningless without Rhia here.

“Ellie, I” He stammered, unable to find the right words to say.

Ellie’s eyes filled with anger and disappointment. “You better do something now”

Joel choked out, his voice breaking. “I was-I didn’t mean what I said”

“No shit” Ellie said, bitterly.

The weight of Joel’s actions crushed him. The woman he loved ran away from him because of his own behavior and callous words.

The only thought of her being outside the walls of Jackson, alone, frightened him.

“I need to find her,” he said, desperation in his voice.

“I’m coming with you” Ellie stood up, ready to go

“No.

“I’m not asking you” She spoke determined “Besides I’m the one that will be saving you from having your ass kicked once I we found her”

Joel looked at Ellie, his instinct was to protect her despite his admiration for her strength and determination. He knew he couldn’t change her mind.

“Okay,” Joel gave “But you do what I say. Understood?

Ellie grinned “Deal,” she said.

Joel found Tommy on the outskirts of Jackson, repairing some equipment along with other members. Tommy looked up as Joel approached, concern all over his face.

“Joe, what’s going on?” Tommy asked.

“Rhia” Joes took a deep breath. “She left. I have to find her.”

Tommy’s eyes widened, taking the information “Left? When?”

“She left a letter” Joel replied, desperate desperately, “I can’t stay here knowing she might be outside all by herself.”

Tommy nodded, understanding

“Why did Rhia leave?”

Joel hesitated before answering “It was about Lucy”. His voice tinged with regret “And then about the baby.”

Tommy’s eyes widened in surprise and concern.

“I told her things I didn’t mean, Tommy. She said we were done and I left the house. - “Joel took a deep breath. “I’ve made a mistake, Tommy.”

“Go find your girl, Joel”, Tommy said gently. “But please, be careful and bring her back.”

Joel nodded, appreciating his brother’s understanding.

Joel and Ellie left Jackson immediately. The determination to find Rhia kept them moving forward. The only thought in his mind was your gaze, how broken you looked because of him. Each second passing through the day without finding you, increased his despair. Ellie remained by his side, she didn’t say anything but she was afraid, she couldn’t shake the worry out of her mind.

The day turned into night, and Joe pushed on, facing the guilt of drawing you away. He couldn’t shake the worry of not seeing your beautiful face again. The thought of you alone out there haunted him.

“Do you think we’ll find her, Joel?” Her voice filled with worry.

Joel looked at Ellie and reached out his hand on her shoulder. “I won’t give up on her”. He sounded determined.

Ellie nodded “We will”. She smiled in her attempt to make Joel feel better.

His decision to push you away after the loss of your child was a poor attempt to shield himself from the cruel reality of having to face that pain again. But by doing that, he caused more pain to you.

From the bottom of his heart, Joel appreciated Ellie’s support, even when she was afraid of losing Rhia.

“I should have been there for her,” he said, his voice tinted with guilt. “I should never have shut her out, not when she needed me.”

You looked into his eyes, the love you had for each other was undeniable.

“I don’t wanna lose you too” you whispered into his chest.

“You won’t. I promise”

The embrace between both of you tightened, and you found a sense of comfort and hope.

Until it vanished.

“You will fix this,” Ellie said determinedly. She was keeping his strength for Joel.

As a new day arrived, Joel and Ellie discovered a trail of footprints on the snow. They followed the prints, hearts racing with expectations.

The footprints led them to a neighborhood full of abandoned houses. As they cautiously kept moving, Ellie stopped abruptly.

“Joel” Ellie said urgently, her voice breaking Joel from his thoughts. His eyes followed her gaze, and what he saw made his blood run cold. In the snow, was a path of crimson clover leading to a house in the distance.

He didn’t think. Ellie’s worry was evident in her furrowed brows and trembling lips.

Without hesitation, she started walking towards the house but Joel stopped her. He couldn’t bear the thought of something happening to Ellie, either.

“Get behind me” Joel called out.

Ellie turned to face Joel, nodding. She trusted Joel’s instincts.

“I’ll protect you” he assured her, once again.

As they approached the house, Joel’s fears intensified. Every step raised his beating heart. He tried to be careful. When he finally reached the door, he pushed it open. The chilly air enveloped him and Ellie.

Fear gnawed at Joel’s heart.

Please Rhia, be safe.

The first thing that caught Joel’s attention was an unconscious figure lying on the floor of what once was a living room. His heart stopped when he saw that Rhia was there.

Ellie ran to her to check her pulse. “She is alive”. She whispered; her voice shaky with relief.

Until Joel noticed the wound on her stomach. His heart sank. Blood was staining his hands. He knew time was running out. Gently, he lifted Rhia in his arms, careful not to hurt her anymore.

“Ellie, we need to take her back to Jackson”, Joel’s voice was urgent.

Ellie nodded; she was speechless. He held her close, her head resting against his shoulder while focusing on getting them back to the safety of Jackson as quickly as possible. His mind was racing and he couldn’t shake the guilt he felt. He wished he could have protected her from all the pain in this world and himself.

As they approached Jackson, they were met by Tommy. He and a few guards rushed to help them. They immediately recognized Rhia’s figure in Joel’s arms and offered assistance in getting her to the infirmary.

"What happened?” Tommy asked, his voice of concern.

Joel couldn’t find the words; he was out of his mind. The woman he loved was dying in his arms.

Tommy quickly called out Jackson's doctor, who quickly approached and attended to Rhia’s wound. Joel and Ellie stood anxiously after letting Rhia go of his arms.

As the day passed, Rhia’s condition was still stable, Joel reminded by her side. He made sure to be there for her now, after not being there when they lost their daughter.

As he looked up, lost in his thoughts, he was startled to see Lucy standing in the doorway.

“Hey stranger,” Lucy said, smiling softly.

Joel offered a small smile. “Hey”

Lucy took a seat next to him, her expression serious “Joel, I- I need to talk to you”. She confessed

He nodded, allowing her to continue.

Lucy took a deep breath. “I-I’m in love with you.”

Joel’s heart sank. He cared about her, but his heart belonged to Rhia “Lucy, I- “he started, struggling to find words.

“And I know you feel the same about me” Lucy interrupted; her voice determined. “And I know you feel guilty about what happened to her-

“No. Stop there”. Joel’s expression hardened, his eyes reflecting his frustrations.

Lucy looked taken aback, her eyes widening in surprise.

“My heart belongs to Rhia”. His voice, firmly “I won’t let you come between us”

“I thought there was something between us,” she said, tears in her eyes. She couldn’t feel a surge of anger and hurt.

“You’re wrong, Joel,” she said. “There is something between us. I feel it, and I know you do too.”

Joel’s expression hardened. “Lucy, I-I care about you, but not in that way,” he said. “I love Rhia.”

Lucy shook her head. “It’s not fair” she cried, “I’ve been there for you, Joel. I was there and she wasn’t.” But Lucy’s anger intensified, and she couldn’t help but spill out. “Is it because of what happened to your daughter, right?” Her voice broke “You pity Rhia”

Joel’s eyes widened at Lucy’s statement “It’s not about pity”. His voice was firm “I love that woman. I’ve been in love with her since the first moment I saw her.”

Lucy’s anger mixed with heartache “What does she have that I don’t?”

“It’s not about that, Lucy”, Joel explained.

Lucy felt a pang of jealousy. She glared at Joel for the last time and left the room, angry.

Joel felt a mix of hurt and anger. What he once thought was confusing, now was a reminder of how deeply he hurt Rhia. His mind and his heart belonged to her, and only her.

After what felt like an eternity, Rhia woke up.

Ellie noticed her stirring. She leaned closer over her and a sense of relief came to her body when she finally saw Rhia’s eyes open.

“Welcome back, lady” Ellie said, a smile spreading across her face.

Rhia blinked, trying to focus on her. When she recognized Ellie, a smile graced her features, a weak one but still a smile. Rhia seemed disoriented as Ellie told her what had happened.

“We found you unconscious, with a wound on your stomach,” Ellie said, carefully.

“Joel?” Rhia said, her voice trembling. “Where is he?”

Ellie smiled “He is going to freak out when- “

Before she could continue, Joel’s figure appeared through the door. Ellie glanced over her shoulder to where Joel stood speechless. Ellie smiled, feeling a mix of happiness and emotions.

Joel’s eyes turned towards Rhia; a soft smile tugged at his lips. He couldn’t hide the emotions that swirled in his heart as he approached her.

“I’m so glad you’re okay,” he said softly.

“You were wrong,” Rhia said, weakly.

“What,” Joel asked, confused.

“I’m not weak” She looked at him, a frown between her eyebrows.

Ellie looked at the interaction between both of them. She could feel the tension in the air. Cutting like a knife. Rhia’s recovery was only the beginning of a broken relationship Joel would have to fix.

Despite the guilt gnawing at him, Joel smiled softly, and he reached out to hold Rhia’s hand. “You’re right,” he said when Rhia didn’t push him away “You’re the strongest woman ever.”

Rhia chuckled and her eyes shimmered at his statement.

“You hurt me,” she spoke.

“I know” Joel felt nothing but shame. “I didn’t mean it, Rhia”

“I don’t know what you meant, Joel” Joel noticed tears in her eyes. Still, she didn’t feel the need to pull her hand away from Joel’s grasp.

Rhia took a deep breath before continuing “This doesn’t mean we are together again. I need some time to rebuild the trust between us” She looked up at him. the pout of her lips away.

Joel nodded. He understood the importance of giving her that space.

“Rest now, Rhia. You need to focus on healing”, he advised.

Even when he wished he could kiss away the pout of Rhia’s lips. He stood and kissed her forehead instead. He felt a mix of emotions, love, and regret. He knew how much he hurt her. With a heavy heart, Joel took a deep breath he left the room and closed the door gently, trying to hold back the tears threatening to fall.

A/N: I'm really thinking about writing a third part for this story. I wrote these two chapters because I'm really stressed with work and I wanted to have fun trying to write something else besides lesson plans. I was also listening to the great war by taylor swift on repeat and this come up to my mind so, here we are. Thanks if you read and feel free to send me any asks or comments on this.

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excelsi-or · 2 years ago

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chance encounter (jihoon fic)

just a little fun one today! hope you’re all well :)

w.c. 948 (fluffity fluff)

Jihoon and Seungcheol balance the trays of drinks and box of pastries between the two of them. When Jihoon slows, watching the girl working away at her laptop at a window seat, Seungcheol doesn’t notice until he’s partway out the door.

“Yah,” Seungcheol hisses, “what are you doing?”

Jihoon looks between the girl, Seungcheol and then his watch. He has time. “I’ll meet you there.”

“Do you know what sort of shit I’m going to get into if only half of them have drinks and food?”

Seungcheol is completely baffled. It’s unlike Jihoon to even notice women let alone want to stop and talk to them. While he wants to encourage this so he can tease Jihoon about it later, dealing with at least six whiny grown men does not seem like a fair exchange.

“Take the drinks with you.” Jihoon’s already in the middle of fostering the exchange. “Tell them I’m on my way with food.”

“You know when I tell them you stopped to talk to a girl, they’ll insist I’m lying, right?”

Jihoon chuckles. “Tell them that there weren’t enough pastries, but they’re making more. I just have to wait.”

Seungcheol narrows his eyes. It’s an oddly reasonable lie. “Don’t be long.”

Jihoon nods. “I won’t.”

Seungcheol heads out and catches Jihoon walking right up to the girl. His friend seems to ask to sit down and must be well-received, because he pulls a chair.

Wait until the members hear about this.

“Can I sit with you?”

As soon as Jihoon had walked into the café with Seungcheol, his eyes had been drawn to the woman sitting at the window. She had an iced drink at her hand, a plate with remanent of cake and a fork on it, and a laptop in front of her. He’d noticed the furrow in her brow, evidence of intense concentration.

He couldn’t stop looking over at her as he and Seungcheol placed their orders. When they’d sat at a table to wait, Jihoon took the chair with her in view.

He couldn’t waste the opportunity.

And the smile on her face when she looks up at him now is worth it. “Of course.” She glances over her shoulder, gauging the patrons in the café.

He sets one box on the table to slip into the seat next to her. “I’m alone.”

“Oh.” She turns to him, pleasantly surprised. “Hi. What are you doing here?”

Jihoon lifts the other box in his hand. “Picking up food for the members.”

She closes her laptop and turns towards him. “Alone, you say?”

He chuckles. “I promise I’m alone.”

“So,” she leans towards him, “I can…?”

Jihoon closes the distance and kisses her properly. He scoots his chair closer. “What are you doing here?”

“When you left this morning, I couldn’t really focus. Thought I’d come here to work.”

“At a café. Near my work?”

She snorts. “O-kay, Mr. Ego.”

Jihoon smirks. She lived in the area, closer to his work than he and the members even lived. They’d bumped into each other a few times at the gym. Multiple times, he’d asked her if she was done with various equipment to talk to her.

She’d asked him out one day, seeing through his poor attempts at conversation.

They’ve been seeing each other for a couple months now. Not that his members know that. He’s been very careful. Not quite ready to share what he’s found and fallen into, because…

Well, there were multiple reasons at the start.

He can’t quite remember them now, as he studies her. Easy and comfortable in his presence in public.

A knowing smile plays on her lips. He knew he was being obvious about his infatuation. He could study her all day. “You didn’t actually come alone, did you?”

“I’m surprised you didn’t see us. I came with Coups hyung.”

“And what did you tell him? You were going to hit up a girl?” she teases.

Jihoon tips his head both ways. “I might’ve implied that.”

She studies his expression, likely trying to figure out what he’s thinking. She’s gotten pretty good at reading him, but she always does him the courtesy of asking. “And what are you going to tell them when you get back?”

“That I got your number.”

She laughs, a slight throwing back of her head. He notes the fading hickey on her neck and wonders if she knows it’s there. “Based on what you’ve told me, they won’t believe you.”

Jihoon shrugs and pulls his phone from his pocket. He finds her in his contact list. The picture there is one of her he’d taken while he’d been teasing her one morning. Her lying on her stomach looking up at him with her bright smile. His members would infer 100 things about the image if they ever saw it, but he holds his phone up to take another picture of her now.

“You can’t be serious,” she laughs. But she poses anyway with her bright smile, eyes closed, hair flipped in his favourite way. The sunlight from the window makes her ethereal. It’s almost as good as the photo before. Almost.

“There we go.” Jihoon turns his phone to her now. “Who’s gonna check my camera roll anyway?”

“Your nosy members, maybe,” she chuckles.

Jihoon shrugs and gets to his feet. “I should get back.” He kisses the top of her head and she wraps her arms around his waist. “I probably shouldn’t come over tonight. Keep up this new act for a while.”

She laughs and looks up at him. Her eyes are sparkling. “But we can call, right?”

He pecks her lips. “Of course. I did get your number.”

#woozi #woozi fic #woozi scenarios #woozi imagines #Lee Jihoon #lee jihoon scenarios #Seventeen #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fanfic #seventeen imagines #svt

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babybluebanshee · 2 years ago

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Things I've Had to Deal With As a City Librarian - Another Mega Edition

Been a while, huh? There's been a lot of crazy shit going on at work recently, so here I am with another installment of chronicling the madness. Enjoy.

A man came in and asked Rachel for copies of sheet music, and this somehow devolved into him going on a ten minute speech about how he knew God wanted him to become a musician because he had a dream where he was told to play a massive organ. The guy was thoroughly convinced that the dream had been planted in his head by aliens who were working for God, and that he was destined to play the organ he saw in his dream when the world ended. Poor Rachel just stood there, unable to anything other than smile and nod.

A woman wanted to check out books. I asked for her library card. She handed me her civic center card. I told her that that wasn't the correct card. "Yes it is," she replied. I told her no, this was her civic center card. I even handed it back to her. "Why do you have my civic center card?" she asked. Ma'am, this is what you gave me. "Don't you need my library card?" At this point I can't tell if she's being serious or just fucking with me. Eventually she gets me the right card, all the while grumbling about why I took her civic center card and not her library card. If it wasn't for the fact this woman seemed totally lucid up to that point, I would have just assumed she had some form of dementia.

A mom and her little boy came up to check out her book. The little boy had a Hot Wheels car that he was rolling around on the counter, and ended up rolling it towards me. I turned it around and rolled it back to him. He rolled it back. We did this the entire time I was checked out the books, somehow timing it perfectly to scan a book in the time it took him to roll it back to me. His mom watched us the entire time and was clearly tickled by the whole thing.

Someone stuck a wad of chewed gum on the circulation desk, right behind the computer. I just happened to notice it when my pen fell back there and almost landed in it.

A little girl came up to the desk and handed Angie several used needles in a baggie, saying she found it in the parking lot. The mother was more horrified that they found the needles at all than she was by the fact her young daughter was holding the goddamn bag full of them.

We found a grocery bag in the cafe that contained nothing but a pack of toilet paper. No one ever claimed it. We hope that wasn't an emergency purchase that got forgotten.

A family of three - a mom, dad, and an adult son - came in with recording equipment and set up shop in one of our study rooms. They came up to the desk and basically said upfront that they were going to be loud for about two minutes, and that if anyone complained, they were sorry, and they'd be done quickly. There wasn't anyone in the other two study rooms at the time, so we were like yeah, sure, whatever. We still have no idea what they were filming, but they were there for almost four hours. They even brought their own props; at one point, the assistant director walked by and the son was wearing a really ratty blond wig. Another time, I walked by and the dad was wearing a scuba mask. It was one of the oddest things I've ever seen.

One of our long-time patrons came in with her two daughters one day, on the older daughter's birthday. She was wearing a flower crown and it was very, very cute.

A little girl checking out books with her mom kept telling me jokes. I responded with more jokes. Another instance of the mom trying really hard not to crack up.

A girl came up to the desk with a bag of food and a drink, asking if she could eat in on of the study rooms. She knew we generally wanted people to keep food down in the cafe, but there was a guy down there who was making her uncomfortable. I figured it was just a dude being a pervy creep, so I told her to go ahead and went down to check things out. I did indeed find the guy she was talking about, crouched down in a squat on the floor, staring down vacantly. I asked him if he was okay, and he looked up at me sleepily, saying he was fine. I headed back up to the desk, and he followed not to long after. He reached the front door, stopping the table where we have free masks in a basket. I figure he was going to take one and then head, but he just started...slumping forward. I thought he was going to faint or be sick, so I rushed back over and asked if he was okay. He said yeah, he'd just had a "rough morning". After another few minutes, he left. I told the director later and he checked the camera to see if he'd bothered the girl directly, and while he didn't, he had been in that crouching position for almost ten minutes before I went down there. He was sitting so still the cameras didn't detect a human being nearby.

A man came in about ten minutes to closing, went down to the cafe, screamed and cursed down there for a few seconds, then left. Feel your feelings, I guess.

We had a hair salon do some training down in one of our conference rooms for a couple days in a row. Julie was shutting down the cafe for the night and went to check the conference room trash cans. The hair salon had left two entire bags of training heads and a bag of fast food trash. Julie went to throw the fast food trash away, and screamed, because they'd thrown one of the training heads face up in there. I ran down there because I thought she was being fucking murdered, and ended up screaming myself because there's a fucking head looking up at me. As far as I know, the other bags of training heads are still in the workroom, waiting for the salon to come get them.

We have a patron named Reggie who comes in a lot to do two things - check out DVDs and use our computers to watch Hell's Kitchen. And Reggie really likes Hell's Kitchen. He will yell at the computer while he's watching Hell's Kitchen. Shockingly, only one person has ever complained about him before, and they didn't even care about him talking at the screen. They just wanted him to do it more quietly.

#woe to the librarian

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an-honest-puck · 1 year ago

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a collection of highlights and viewing notes from 'Fools' because I don't have the time to liveblog while watching but I do have thoughts

HUMPHREY CAUSING MISCHIEF?!?!!?! WE LOVE TO SEE IT!!!!! <333

~and other bbc ghosts s5 ep1 spoilers ahoy!~

I love that Larry is the lone writer of this ep and Humphrey therefore gets to have the spotlight XD

fr tho, watching Humphrey giving Alison ideas was so deliciously cheeky and fun to watch!!!

that one camera movement where Humphrey plays the angel and devil on Alison's shoulders was *chef's kiss* brilliantly well played!!!

when the Captain realises that Alison's picking them off one by one and then immediately falls for her prank lmao

look! they let Ben run in the woods again! huzzah! he must have been so pleased they let him lol

we love a Ben Willbond take on the classic "clever girl" line 👌��

Thomas's prank was absolutely ruthless but the little shit (mostly affectionate) deserves it LMAO

actually as a sidenote, with any other characters (or perhaps in another show lol) this is potentially a rather romantic scene lol

but yeah nah the little shit deserved it XD

I love when the Captain describes Alison's 'next victim' as being "guileless, gullible, open-hearted to a fault" (patcaps stans were fed with this line alone lol) and cutting to Pat, as if Cap isn't sitting in the room with the most gullible ghosts of the crew- i.e., himself, Thomas, and Kitty XD

I'm sorry but Pat reacting to Alison's first attempt at pranking him by pulling out the word 'veracity' and how he describes how to cross-check your facts????? king shit XD

but also, that was lowkey the most intimidating thing I've ever seen Pat do wtf?! like the way he says "I'd hate for you to have the wool pulled over your eyes." and then the "ok?" freakyyyy lol

oh Julian you nincompoop lol I love all the time Alison's invested in these pranks btw- like making that video and somehow rigging something up on a laptop so that when Julian clicks the specific button, the video starts playing? is there an app for that or is that just Alison flexing some coding skills??? XD (I am personally fully on board the 'Alison flexes her coding skills' train lol)

0/2, Cap is not making any good calls in this ep XD

my fam and I like to play the game 'how many takes?' and that scene where Alison tries the finger-chop gag and Pat gives her a talking to is prime fodder for that game XD

ayo, gotta give a shoutout to the B-plot of Mike with the insurance investigator for recapping the end of season 4 because I was rusty tbh lmaooo

Fanny's two-part-prank was so good but also gotta love the permanency of permanent marker XD

OMG Humphrey's idea for Robin's prank - i.e. Larry just talking to himself LMAO but the way Humphrey showed Alison his plan was so deliciously devious XD

"DAMN YOU, COOPER!"

yo the way the A-plot and B-plot crash into each other is hysterical XDD

Alison, caught red-handed lighting a fire: *in the most level voice I've ever heard come out of Charlotte Ritchie's mouth* Hi, I'm Alison-

"Sorry. Sick in a bush..."

good onya, Joy Kielty! you da real one! and props to the soundtrack composers for that beautiful little piano interjection :')

ah man almost got all of them...

BUT OH MY DAYS SHE PREG-AN-NANT!?!!?!?! I can't believe the fandom was right on that one!!!!!! I'm anxious for her!!!!! pregnancies are scary!!!!! (I mean, I'm probably projecting because a friend of mine is pregnant and currently dealing with all the appointments, equipment, and physical symptoms of pregnancy, but still!!! growing new life is hard!!!!)

very very interested to see where them there are going with this...

but anyways this is a Larry episode and so of course the last word comes from Humphrey:

"did we get him?"

(my poor boi, someone pls pick him up :') )

#bbc ghosts #bbc ghosts s5 #bbc ghosts spoilers #bbc ghosts s5 spoilers #i don't actually think these are spoilers anymore because the eps have been out for a while but still lol #just in case folks out there are like me and haven't had access to it until now #(about bloody time iview!!!!!)#day talks ghosts #day says hey

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jodjuya · 8 months ago

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Part six of my Chrono Trigger liveblog!

Fought my way through the Ocean Palace. Going to attempt to take out Lavos on my first try, using Crono, Marle, and Robo.

They have the Lifeline triple-tech, and here're their setups:

Fingers crossed I can make it!

Oh cool, the mcguffin knife transformed into Masamune!

Okay, The Boss Fight. Let's go!

Marle went down in the first volley, Crono and Robo are still up!

Crono raises Marle, Robo heal-beams the party!

Lavos takes out Marle again, Crono and Robo use Shield spheres to try to stay alive!

Lavos wipes the party!

Grrr!

Okay, reset and trying a new strategy. Golden Earring on Crono, and Green Dream on Marle. Let's go!

Wiped again. Grrrr. Giving it a third attempt and then I'll just accept the loss.

Yeah, third time down. Just not strong enough to win a fight that I'm supposed to lose.

Magus was the prophet, and he had sworn revenge against Lavos?? I guess we haven't seen that Inciting Incident yet, because I have no idea what he's talking about. Stupid time-travel... 😒

Man, this Queen really had her psyche scrambled by Lavos. Stupid Planetary Parasite... 😒

"why not do as Schala says, and run away, tail betwixt your legs?" Uh, cause your monster is about to destroy the planet and there's nowhere to run to?

Woah, Jesus fuck, my soul escaped before my very eyes and then my body disintegrated. That's certainly a way to die... 😬

"please don't hate my mother, or our kingdom" bro she literally destroyed the entire planet... 😒

So is Magus a reincarnated time-travelling Crono, or...? 🤔

Well, at least Crono wasn't wearing the Golden Stud when he got disintegrated and I only lost the Golden Earring. Small consolation... :(

All-female party!

Something something sun stone, moon stone, sun temple. People keep talking of these things. What's the deal?? 🤔 Are sun stones the Red Stones we've been using for Masamune purposes??

These earthbound people are being surprisingly kind to the Zeal survivors. It's nice to see.

Urrrrrrrrrrgh, Dalton you piece of shit. I should have killed you every other time I had the chance. If only you didn't keep running away like a little bitch!

I seriously seriously want to kill this guy. Biggest asshole on the planet.

Gunna Girl Power my way through the destruction of this entire airship. Fuck all'y'all this bird is going down!

Oh, I thought all those switches I could see through the air vents were labelled "1", but no, they're arrows showing which way the conveyor belts are going.

What?? Why can't Marle and Lucca use their magic??? Bogus!!

Dalton is going to use our fucking time machine for his "air throne"? This guy is the stupidest motherfucker on the planet. I'm gunna regicide his ass!!

Ayla's equipment recovered, Marle's equipment recovered. All I'm missing is Lucca's and then I can properly wreck havoc... 😈

Party equipment recovered, so I can equip Lucca from the spares, but still haven't found her gear yet...

Okay! All gear and money found! Let's crash this plane!

Oh, Janus is Magus!

Oh whoops, he was summoning Lavos to kill him, and we were those meddling kids who busted up his plans, whoops

Sigh, no, we won't fight you. There's been enough death.

Oh cool, he is a Crono replacement after all, and we can replace the real Crono by talking to the guru of time! New quest!

Haha! He flies instead of running! So extra!

Exploring the Lost Sanctum. World's last reptite isn't exactly an observant fellow, it seems 😅

Bro, who are you calling an ape? You're talking to a robot, a frog man, and some kind of dark elf... 😅

Aforementioned dark elf putting his dark elf racism to good use:

Aww, poor widdle reptites oppressed by monsters, boo hoo. Now it's our turn to oppress you little shits! Bow before your new amphibious robotic fae overlords! Cower and tremble! Grovel!

Ooh, quests with rewards? Why didn't you say so!

Fetch: golden hammer!

But first, Fetch: golden sand!

Then: sprinkle on sapling to get golden wood for golden hammer!

Fetch: secret thing in dark cave, through narrow passage to the west! Bro, what narrow passage???

Found: golden sand!

Found: dark cave!

Applied: golden sand to sapling!

Timeskip: using time machine!

Let's go exploring in 600ad now that we have a plane to get around in.

To do list:

Find stolen carpentry tools

Pour one out for Toma when he dies

(Finally find that rainbow shell Toma is supposed to be looking for?)

Monster in cave? With treasure?

Find golden tree

(Get tree shaped into hammer by carpenter?? & If the tools are rusty now, get that one reptite to restore them??)

Woah hey wtf why does the carpenter have 4 identical apprentice clones??

Nothing to see in North Ruins...

Oh, Ozzie is still here. Let's kick his ass!

LMFAO at the battle music slowing to an abrupt halt when Ozzie's goons immediately fell down a pit.

Killed by a kitten lmao 🤣

Okay, back to looking for that golden hammer...

Ooh, MORE quests with rewards?! Heck yeah

Kill: monsters!

Fetch: lumicite!

The golden tree was cut down, probably by Ogans?! 😡

Guy: wants to build a bridge!

Other Guy: wants to build a ladder!

I wonder if I can wear Ozzie's Pants and counteract the negative effect with Schala's Amulet? 🤔

I cannot 🙁

Obtained: golden hammer!

Defeated: monsters in the woods!

Obtained: steel ingot! (idk why tho 🤷🏻‍♂️)

Delivered: golden hammer!

Fetch: prismastone!

Obtained AND Delivered: prismastone!

You know, I bet the ONLY reason Magus flies everywhere instead of walking is to make his cape and hair billow majestically in the breeze, the dramatic bitch 🤣

Fetch: second prismastone!

Fuse: two prismastones into some kind of super-gem!

Imma go grind in the hunting grounds for a bit to get enough stuff to trade for the fancy new ruby armour...

I wonder what was up with that alternate future I got a brief glimpse at, wherein Marle married Deadbeat Depression Crono...? 🤔🤔🤔

Ruby armours: get!

Wellness Check: lonely guy!

Wellness Check guy has been training for 65 million years to challenge us to a rematch?! Jesus, are Nu immortal????

Fetch: ladder!

Wasn't there a guy who wanted to build a ladder? 🤔

Fetch: vines, sturdy!

Fetch: sturdy lumber!

Fetch: strong metal!

Fetch: durable hammer!

Hey buddy, I got your vines right here, are you gunna make me a ladder or not??

Do I gotta diy?

Oh, diy with time-travel!

Obtained: sturdy wood!

Borrowed: golden hammer!

Hung: sturdy vines! (But guys, seriously, 65 MILLION YEARS! how the fuck are they gunna last that long?? A far better plan would have simply been for Robo to just yeet Ayla up the cliff face...)

It would be funny as fuck if I returned to find the new ladder collapsed and the old one still intact.

Delivered: building supplies!

Oh man, the Haste Helm is dope!

I wonder if the new bridge will be part of the Wellness Check or if it'll be got something else...

Wellness: checked!

Nu learned ✨ The Power Of Friendship! ✨

Locate: missing bridge builder!

Fetch: helper!

Fetch: lunch for helper!

Jesus fucking christ these quests have an insulting amount of backtracking! Sheer contempt for the players. The payoff for going through all this bullshit better be worth it!

Fetch: prehistoric banana!

Fetch: Repmark!

Fuse: two shiny stones!

Recharge: saintstone!

Cool, I finally have a lantern and can explore that dark cave

Vanquished: evil monsters!

Robo is fully a dragon now, which is very exciting. He's equipped with the Dragon Arm, Dragonhead, Dragon Armor, and Dragon's Tear.

🐲🤖

Investigate: creepy tower!

Probably should have revived Crono before doing all this side-questing. I hope he's not massively underlevelled when I get him back... 😬

Vanquished: Some Guy Who Was Just Minding His Own Business But His Castle Made The Reptites Feel Creeped Out So We Killed Him

Scored me some: Lumicite!

Wandering around and keep discovering new side-quests to go on, and forcing myself to ignore them until I get Crono back so he doesn't end up absurdly underlevelled...

Fuck Death Mountain. All my homies hate Death Mountain. Especially the second windy section. Fuck that section with the force of ten thousand suns!

Oh sweet!!!! Crono has been keeping up with the party throughout his demise. He's the same level as everyone else!

Side quest time!

Fought a flaming eyeball, obtained Moon Stone.

Put it in the shrine. Oh no somebody stole it!

Found Tomo's grave and poured one out for him. His ghost seemed pretty happy about that.

Bloke in the pub says we can borrow his carpentry tools from his wife. I'll go do that even though I can no longer remember who wanted them... 🤔

Scrolled back through my own liveblog, and there's some guy in 600ad whose tools were stolen? I guess I'll just give him the drunk's tools to replace them.

Ghosts in the north ruins??

It's the ghost of Cyrus! But I can't hurt him in any way. :/

Maybe I'll put Frog at the head of the party? Cyrus tried to talk to him when we stopped fighting... 🤔

Nope, that didn't help. Guess I'll time-travel about it...

Went back in time, gave carpentry tools to the guy, he says he'll fix up the northern ruins. Neat!

Moon Stone still here, so I guess it was stolen in 1000ad then after all... 🤔

Bloke says he can't finish fixing the joint until we clear out all the monsters. Righto, chief, I'll let you know when it's done!

Bumbling around & found out who nicked my Moon Stone before it hatched. Got it back and returned it to the incubator.

Sun Stone get!

Cleared out monsters and restored ruins to shrine. Touching reunion and then Frog unlocked ✨ The Power Of Self-Respect! ✨

Unable to get the carpentry tools back. I guess that drunk will just have to buy himself some new tools lol

Investigating cave where a Tomo's ghost said the shell was

It's a royal heirloom now? So Marle can go back to The Present and claim it??

THIS FUCKING CHANCELLOR!!!!!

"Nadia, help! I hired a leopard that eats faces as my Chancellor and now it's eating MY face!!!1! 😭😭😭"

"bring the rainbow shell before the court! Not that I expect you'll succeed, nyeh-heh-heh..." It is literally too heavy to lift, you son of a bitch

Lmao, Ayla is freaking PUMPED that Marle is old enough to leave home and have sex 🤣

"The line of Guardia has ended. This kingdom shall be mine!" Bro, the king is standing right there and it is still his prerogative as king to order you cut down where you stand. Maybe wait until AFTER he's been completely deposed before you start your cackling... 🙄

Marle:

"even the king is subject to our laws." And you are subject to my foot up your ass! Stfu!

Fucking Yakra again!!!!!

13 generations of him in 400 years. At least the monsters know how to fuck...

You dense motherfucker how could you not understand what those words meant?????????????????????????????????????????????????????

Was the Chancellor slipping Stupid Pills info your breakfast each morning or what???

This post is long enough now.

#chrono trigger #jodjuyas video game reviews

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So I’m a really heavy sleeper when I want to be. So the image of being like asleep when Eddie and Chrissy come over cause drugs, just Eddie coming in the room and just having to be hella quite while he finds the ‘special K’ and then just walks over and does a cute lil

“Rough day at work huh princess….yeah….” And like lil forehead kiss before finding the drugs then ya know the lights going wild and Eddie screaming wake you up and you walk out to see a dead Chrissy and Eddie just on the ground

Cue Eddie just grabbing your hand and running with you to hide at refer ricks and not explaining anything beyond

“It just fucking…I don’t…Jesus fucking”

And like you just

“Eddie….I have no pants, no shoes and a dead girl is in your trailer what the fuck is happening?!”

And then spending like 2 days hiding out with him in the boat house/cabin still pants less because ya know you got nothing till dustin and the crew come with food and Nancy and Robin

“We should bring y/n clothes, or pants and shoes at least poor girls been half naked for like what? 2 days?”

And it’s just obviously Eddie tried to give you his pants but 80s mens pants were not kind of they weren’t your size.

Just thanking Nancy for remembering to grab you a bra because like I hate my bra most days but damn it if your running from demobats you need good support.

-🎸😈

hahahaha ‘if you’re running from demobats you need good support’ so true bestie lmao

i just love it bc Eddie was so not prepared or equipped to deal with any of what happened, so he’s be in such a tizzy and you’d be tryna keep him calm the whole time

and like whilst you’re hiding out if you hear a noise you would expect Eddie to be the one to go investigate but nope he absolutely chicken shit and literally ends up hiding behind you most of the time lmao

- hope

#the answer to your nightmare #🎸😈 anon #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine

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highermagic · 2 years ago

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thoughts from Neverafter as they're happening (light spoilers honestly mostly just reaction)

fuckkkk me Brennan don't do this to me in the intro!!! Lou I fucking love you coming in swinging you're best boy <3 Brennan as the evil stepmother is so fucking hot I can't stand it oh my god. Evil stepmommy I adore you. Lou does such an endearing child, his character is so good and Lou and Brennan's chemistry is so electric all the time I love how they play off each other. I literally can't concentrate on the story because I'm so enamored with their performances jeebus xmas. SENATOR!!!! SHOUTOUT TO SENATOR!!! Lou is always so sassy I love him. Brennan you need to CALM your VOICE and EYES okay I can only be so Normal about this. fdadlsf the nat20 oh my god what timing. that was fucking wild WHAT DOES IT MEAN BRENNAN WHAT THE FUCK DOES IT ALL MEANNN.

oh my god. it's infinite stories. infinite chances, as long as you're willing to sacrifice all the potential happiness of other versions of yourself oh my god. how many versions of yourself must you kill to get your happy ending. THAT'S POETIC AS FUCK BRENNAN OH MY GOD.

why do they have to do all these things individually my poor babies /sob curiosity killed the cat Pib pls my boy do not I believe in catboy Zach supremacy o7 Zach is so funny I can't stand it. I love this sort of surrealist comradery shit so much ahhh Fox & Rabbit & Cat adventures when. PIB GETS REINCARNATIONS BC CATS HAVE NINE LIVES I'M!!!! This is so pure I love them so muuuuuuuuuch /sob ZACH BRO YO??? THREATENING KITTY CAT??!!! YOOOO??? I love themmmm I'm going to lay down on the floor and cry, Zach is the best <3

breaks my heart they're doing all this separately though I know why, I feel like Emily is probs the only one watching everyone's to keep things separated.

NO NOT THE GLASS GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY GIRL YOU GLASS BITCH. tho I will admit that glass armor idea is metal as fuck so I love that. ooooooof the lore of princesses who get a perfect happy ever after and cinderella's bitterness and OOOOOOOOOOOOF subversion is so delicious omnomnomnom Rosamund is so precious I love her <3 Brennan choosing to expose the entire multiverse to the character least equipped to understand it is such a Brennan thing to do I cannot with this man. I retract my complaint about Cinderella I love her now lmao

I fucking love existential dread fuck me up with that good shit!!! Scream at destiny question everything rewrite the stories and examine everything!!! Fuck me up!!

"Just because you were lied to doesn't mean everything is a lie. Do not take the crimes of those who manipulated you and lay them at the feet of the world. We write the story." ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU FOR THE FREE THERAPY D20!!! <3

FUCK 'EM UP ROSAMUND!!! FUCK 'EM UP!!!!

big bad wolf Brennan is also very very hot I can't help myself and I won't apologize, it's the Calroy voice too it's just, oof, monsterfucker card presented and ready. fdsjdlsfs Emily you're so cute stop it right now 'I'm sorry I said freak at you' stop <3 BRO??? 'the only time you'll accept to make your life worthwhile is forever' ????? WHAT THE FUCK BRENNAN JESUS. you can't just 1 hit K.O. philosophy like that without warning jesus FUCK that is so attractive I'm going to die. morally neutral predatory monster is my fucking WEAKNESS GAWWD. Emily is so chaotic oh my god I love this so much. her commitment to a bit is god-like <3 "You're my princess" PLEASE I love them ahhhhhh

This is so fucking cool as a premise honestly like. Every time I get so blown away by Brennan's lore and storybuilding he one-ups it again I can't fucking deal with it.

MURPH C'MON BABY BOY LET'S GO. I love when they come in and sass Brennan, bestie behavior <3 oh feck off you fairie bish fdsjkdls cutting from Murph's hysterics to Brennan's hands to face thing was so goddamn... the drama, the vibes of this interaction is so fucking good omfg it's giving 'diva and overworked PA' energy Gerard 'keep my wife's name out your fucking mouth' Greenleigh my beloved <3 hhhhhhhh Brennan does such good subtle shit and inflection I can't, it's got big priest character vibes right now oof also pretty gold sparkles in the background love that for Murph, v flattering. ummm that origin story??? o.o

Brennan is going to get his PVP before he dies calling it now.

HYONK HYONK MOTHERFUCKER LET'S GOOO I hope Nat King Cole is the running joke of the seasons pls. such geese slander lmao but consider: they are delicious pls confirm my book theoryyyyyyyyyyyyy probably not but like. god. imagine if that's how it has to end. the perfect ending is the one immortalized in the books. I M A G I N E. OH MY GOD IS IT?? AM I??? WAS I RIGHT omg oh that's so cool, the multiverse trippiness is the best thing ever golden goose really said no notes lmao fdhasadsfs that beanstalk retelling I love it so soft omg goose hugs <333

OH MY GOD THEY DON'T GET TO KNOW EVERYONE ELSE'S STORIES I KNEW IT THEY'RE GONNA BE SO CONFUSED FUCK!!!

I'm so fascinated by this world building and I love it so much, 1000/10 Brennan no notes.

#dimension 20 neverafter spoilers #dimension 20 neverafter #dimension 20 #d20 neverafter spoilers #d20 neverafter #d20

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will-noble-owns-my-ass · 3 years ago

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Claire’s lines: Derry Girls Season 3 Episode 1: The Night Before @goodboybadrep-ooc ❤️ Sorry it’s just Claire’s lines. But it was too quick 😂

Can I ask something? How much longer are we gonna ignore the elephant in the room?

It’s tomorrow girls. Tomorrow! Christ I feel sick

I know that I’m not worried about me I’m worried about you 4! If you fail your GCSE’s the school won’t take you back! I’m don’t wanna have to make new friends from scratch I’ll have enough on my plate with the A levels! I’m just praying you lot scrape by.

I know

I don’t think I’ve ever seen you outside of your wee shop. Well uhh uhhh is there anything in particular you’d recommend Dennis?

Okay well.. we’re just having a bit of a read

What happened sister? Right

You have the results already? You know how we did?

It means we failed Erin it means no GCSE’s ergo no A levels. Ergo No university. Ergo the end.

I knew I should have cut ties with you lot a long time ago

Of course it’s your fault! You’ve dragged me down to your level! Your stupidity has finally rubbed off on me! I was a scholar when I met you Erin! A scholar!

Our lives are over

Passing those exams was our only chance! We’re girls! We’re poor! We’re from Northern Ireland and we’re catholic! For Christ’s sake!

Oh thank you Michelle that’s very reassuring!

Oh my god (multiple times)

How?

*unintelligible* this plan might be a little flawed

Shouldn’t we wait till dawn?

How?

Jackie Ryan? Jackie Ryan the caretaker? He’s about 60 that’s disgusting! That’s elder abuse and he’s married that is the most— [Jackie Ryan’s son] Oh right

I’d rather not smash the shit out of it if you don’t mind Michelle

What are we playing at? This is breaking and entering girls!

Think I’m coming out in a rash

Oh Jesus Christ what was that let’s go let’s go hurry up

Why are we walking backwards?

That’s fair too much

It was wasn’t it ? They didn’t actually say where they were taking it did they? Actually now that I think about it weren’t those computers relatively new?

Right so is it a bit weird that two men we’ve never seen before just sorta took away a load of really expensive equipment in the middle of the night?

It’s just that now on reflection I’m slightly worried we might have accidentally helped burgle the school

Oh merciful Jesus!

You have my full cooperation Sir

There’s been a terrible mistake officer

Like that matters Erin! We’re Catholic for Christ sake! Have you never seen In the name of the father? They’ll think nothing of sending us down for a crime we didn’t commit we’ll be like the Guildford four or the *unintelligible* six

Excuse me ma’am can I just say we are absolutely willing to give evidence against these guys if there is a deal on the table

(LIAM NEESON APPEARS! Michelle is my spirit animal this scene)

Sir

Why can’t we speak to a solicitor

It was Hans Hans and his friend they did it

Oh God there’s no winning they’ll just wear us down until we say we did it will be forced to sign false confessions

How

Thank you Colum (Sp?)

Christ this could not get any worse

I stand corrected

straight A’s Straight A’s

You said we failed

Why?

We passed

We did it (multiple times)

#derry girls #channel 4 #partial transcript #subtitles #claire devlin #nicola coughlan

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dribs-and-drabbles · 2 years ago

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The Gifted Graduation ep 3

Punn, darling, even if Mon didn't have super powers, girls can still lift things. smh.

Looks sus...leaning over to put the bottle of water on top of the electrical equipment...aaaaannd yep, the water spilled all over it.

Ngl, I need to get me one of those wifi boosters though. The signal in the house I'm staying in is terrible.

I think it would be a little unnerving knowing that this new kid, who you're not really sure would approve or support your plans, now knows how to pinpoint your location at any point of the day.

Oh dear. I really hope the gifted gang have warned Time that he shouldn't trust Supot. I can see this going badly...

Oh there're so many untrustworthy characters - and Darin just creeps me out. She's too sickly sweet and pleasant. *shudders* And poor Pom is just sat there watching these two cartoon villains trying to one-up each other.

Why did they need to look for the signal blocker during the exam? Why not earlier? Surely it wouldn't have been moved...especially if it's something they wanted to be able to do to prevent the Gifted sound to be played. They're cutting it fine. Maybe they should have just gone for Pom and the sound system...

Oh look at that, how handy, the first time Grace wears a hair pin it's when it's needed to open a lock.

Omg, poor kid (Time) just needs everything explaining to him. You can't expect him to blindly follow you if you don't tell him what's up. He's close to choosing the director over Pang, and Pang wants him to turn the signal blocker off but he's not being open about why. It's so frustrating.

What is Grace's deal?!? Who is she and what is she there for?!

I wonder at what point Pang will get driven to actually using his powers against Time or someone like him - thus doing the thing he least wants to do -> be like Supot.

If the teachers all confirmed that all the students are in the classrooms, then why are the gifted group not accounted for? Or did Pang mind-control all the teachers into saying they were there when they weren't?

And Oh! look at Wave! Standing up and giving the inspirational speech as though he wasn't the loner who pushed everyone away last season 🥰 Insert growth:gif (written just before Korn's wonderful line "Are you the real Wave?" 😂)

NO! Darin turned it off?! What's her game???

I love (derogative) that Supot is just always chilling in his seat in that big room whenever shit goes down. And I can never tell from his expression (or from what I know of him in the past) whether he knows what's been going on and it's all part of his masterplan or if he truly is being scuppered.

Oh and I love (affectionate) the codenames. I'ma use them from now on too!

The Grade 8 Kid = Pang. The Bodyguard = Mon. The Master = Punn.

No. NO. Do not tell me that this guy. THIS GUY (Supot) is going to end up being the good one. Don't tell Me that The Grade Eight Kid and the rest of the gang are going to regret driving Supot out of the school when the shit hits the fan from Darin and the Minister and realise he actually had their best interests at heart. DO NOT TELL ME THIS. I do not want to like this man.

Oh, okay, he's still going to be around...but the sentiment still stands.

I am more into this show than I thought I would be.

I love that this fight was all about equality/equity for the students in the school. An idealised 'society' but will it work in practice?

Why do none of the students react to their classmates clutching their heads and screaming? But Yas! Third is gifted and of course Grace...but that was obvious... Oh and my guess is Time won't answer that question, he'll throw his chance to be in the Gifted Programme.

And leading on from that, I'd bet that the 'time' The Grade 8 Kid is talking about in his video message isn't the metaphorical passage of time but 'Time' the character. Time is going to be the bad guy, isn't he?

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#lin live-blogs the gifted graduation #I still don't know why I'm doing this #it's not like I don't have a lot of other things I should be doing instead...#and it doesn't seem like anyone's interested 😂#anyway...#the gifted graduation

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“Loss, loss, loss, loss, and loss. All of you lost during the training simulation, so what do you have to say for yourself?”

“Can’t be helped, whatever that thing you had us go at really gave us a wallop!”

“Barely even saw the thing, really hit me hard with my own crowbar, still got me noggin rattled.”

“Putting it at the highest difficulty? How shameful, I could’ve got my hand broke, couldn’t you have made it easier?”

“Almost seemed so real, thought it was an actual opponent, hmmm.. mind if I go over it?”

“...”

“Oh S, why aren’t you saying anything? Don’t tell me it bruised you too hard. For such a spunky thing I expected something better, not a poor excuse like that.”

“It wasn’t my FAULT! How the hell was I supposed to know it would do that?!”

“You weren’t, and that’s the point, if you do so poorly like that I can’t imagine what the future will be like for you. Will you still go down so easily, be chased just by the simplest fellow? Ha ha ha, I can’t wait to see.”

“Just you wait, you piece of shit... just you WAIT! I’ll show you who’s poor at fighting and weak! And it won’t be ME!”

The only one out of the few that was accepted into the main facility, thanks to her perseverance and determination. A place made to house clones of various people, that were sold and distributed in secret, a prime profit opportunity for any one who could get in contact with them.

He stood at the top as the leader, overseeing everything, and directing everyone under him, including her. She had no choice but to go along with this little shtick, being a good, obedient girl who always seemed to follow through with what was needed. But, she kept her body trained, strong, and even in secret she never stopped prepping to strengthen herself. She’d teach him alright...

“L-Leader! H-help!” one of the lowly scientists burst into the office as he sat behind his desk going over their new clientele, “What is it, can’t you send a few clones to deal with the problem?” he looked up from his papers with disappointment. “We can’t, and that’s the problem! She’s beating them all--” a chair flew by the scientist’s head causing them to immediately duck and cover.

“She hmm? Well fine, we’ll just have to do a lockdown and then, maybe...” he pressed the button on his keyboard and the iron doors descended to keep the room safe. But then.. he heard a knock, it was loud, and then it got louder, and louder, and he heard a wild yell from the other side.

“Knock, KNOCK!!!”

Both doors were torn open, with a familiar face behind them. “Trying to lock me out were ya? Well how did that work out for you?!” she tore off one of the broken doors and tossed it at her boss’s direction, it smashed into the monitor above him and cause sparks to fly.

“Well.. aren’t you looking like a bit of a beefcake? How did you get yourself that strong, S?” she cackled as she strode right on in, “well yoooou know, just been working hard, training, the clones make for reeeeal good training dummies you know~” she stomped on over to him, digging her hands in the metal of his desk. “But you know what, I’m kinda tired of working, think I deserve a kind of raise you know?”

“Ha, a raise, you destroyed my office and precious equipment, and think you deserve some raise?”

“Well yeah.. I’m always working my ass off here, so I deserve something, and you know what..” she turned her head to the large glass window. “and I think I know just what it is I want!” he grabbed him by the collar and held him over her head as she stomped over to that window.

“Some things are gonna change around here, and you know what? I think I should be the big guy now, heheh! Ain’t that right?~”

“Stop you, you don’t know what you’re doing!” he responded with panicked frustration while trying to escape from her, but there was no chance. “Oh I don’t? Well I think I do, and I think a change of leadership is in order! So Boss...” she pulled back her arms and then with all her might, launched him right at the window grinning.

She watched as he broke through that window at a high speed, and she couldn’t be happier. “.. have a nice fall!” finally, it was done, she had succeeded! Now he’d never call her weak again, but now she had to think of what came next. So, walking over to his, well, now her, desk, she picked up all the papers and took a seat in his chair. “Hmmm, might need a bigger chair.” she put her shoes up and started going over their clients. “Hey, you there, all cowering and stuff, why don’t you go take a few clones and get to cleaning?” she didn’t forget about the other person in the room and they just stood up, whole body shaking as if they were standing in an ice box. “B-b-but--”

“Do it, NOW!!” She shouted with enough force to make the room shake, and as she said, they went along with her orders, retreating from the room to go do as she demanded.

“Now this, is gonna be nice~” things were gonna change and with her leadership she’d make it all work, whether people agreed or not.

#drabble

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Twisted Fate Sugar Edition

Part three (sorry for the long wait) thanks for being patient @loveswifi

Marinette had had a weird day. She had kept being pulled in the direction of people who could’ve been mistaken for male versions of herself. Jason, Tim and Dick.

She had met Jason first. She had taken a quick detour from her hour-long trip to the fabric store. It had been a week after her outing with Gina, Alfred and Bruce Wayne but a week before the whole Lila debacle. She hadn’t expected Lila to even be in Gotham so Marinette didn’t feel the need to worry. She should have.

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Jason had loads of knowledge on malicious stalking. Growing up as a vigilante taught him some things. So, he was truly stunned when he saw two shady people watched that pregnant woman with wolfish glares that he actually felt the need to follow them. He dragged her out of there line of sight, which without an explanation was pretty stupid. She’d kicked him in the balls causing him to hiss.

“Let go of me.”

“I’m trying to help you. A woman and a man have been watching you for a fucking long time. I just wanted to make sure you knew them. By the way, I’m Jason Todd.”

“Marinette.”

“One of them literally has sausages for hair. I think I’m going to have nightmares for a while.”

“Ugh, you should meet Lila Rossi.”

“Agreste's new wife?”

“Yup. Her eyes are so cold and dead. And she wears so much orange. It’s so painful when you actually look at her that I’d rather stick pins in my eyes.”

“Yo, this chick is the same. You sure we aren’t talking about the same person?” she snuck a quick look around the corner, laughing at the confusion on both Lila and Kim’s faces. She’d laughed too loud as Lila’s head whipped in her direction.

“That’s definitely her. Still as annoying as ever.” Kim had whispered something in Lila's ear just as she rounded the corner. They had started sprinting towards her and were going to catch her if she didn’t move her ass.

‘I can’t run far in heels. I’m going to have to catch a bus. The doctor did tell me to take it easy. Can’t affect those triplets with too much movement.’

She had only made it outside the door when she felt herself be hoisted onto sturdy shoulders.

“Let go of me! Oh it’s you Jay. Give a girl some warning will ya!” she said sighing in exasperation.

“Sorry but you really thought I was going to watch them hurt my little sis.”

“Hey! I’m not little. And put me down. “

“That’s what your focused on? And I won’t put you down. You may think you don’t need help but you’re wrong. So let your good big bro do his job.

“Good my ass,” she muttered, ducking under a signpost. “More like arrogant goofball.” Kim and Lila had either disappeared or they just blended in with the crowd very well. They’d probably lost them. Thank God for that.

“Jay, you can put me down now.”

“Huh, are they gone?”

“Yup.” She said popping the ‘p'. “Thank you Jay. For everything.”

“No worries, pixie pop. You’re my sis. I’d kill a bitch for you.” Marinette had fallen in line with Jason. But with his long strides and her pregnancy she was always steps behind him. Sure he’d fall back to match her pace but Lila had waited until the perfect moment to capitalise. She’d tried to scream for help but she had lost the ability to. They dragged her round the corner to one of her favourite cafés. Her head ached where Lila had pulled tightly on her braid (think Lady Noire) as she felt several strands of her hair fall out. Had no one found her being dragged around slightly disturbing?

She supposed no one cared about business that didn’t affect them in Gotham. Wow. Great, just great. She’d submitted herself fully when another blue-eyed black-haired man had come to her rescue. Seriously, was everyone in Gotham like Jay Jay or had he just been a manifestation of her sleep deprivation. He’d seemed so real, so human but it wouldn’t be the first time her mind would make something so absurd up. It was probably her loneliness acting up again. There was no way any sane person would stay around her for so long.

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Surprisingly it had been Tim who saved her, though she hadn’t known that. Unsurprisingly, Jay and him had two distinctly different personalities. He lived off coffee, looked twice his age with those bags but had such wit about him that he could manipulate the situation without the other party realising. He had been surrounded by so many coffee cups that she had thought he had been in his final year preparing for exams or perhaps working night shifts every day of the week. But nooooo, he was the co-CEO of a business. Starting at the age of 17. Marinette had felt some of the burden dropped on her and she wasn’t even in his position. No wonder he looked like he needed a pick me up. It was just as well that she’d come equipped with her special coffee. She’d make more for Gina later, he needed it more. Plus, Gigi wouldn’t be back in hours.

“I know you said it was alright to sit with you uhh...”

“Tim.”

“Right, Tim. I don’t want to bother you anymore but that coffee looks like it doesn’t do shit for you. I made some for my grandma but she won’t be back for ages so maybe... you would like it?” Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Of course he won’t want some he probably thinks you’re a weirdo who poisoned his drink. Maybe you can take it back from him? “ on second thought-"

“Sure. Why not?” Ok Tim needs sleep. My God, I could have spiked his drink and he accepted it. He’s so vulnerable like this.

“If I give you my drink it will probably take a minute to kick in but... but you have to promise me that you’ll drink my power down later. If you don’t I’ll find you and I’ll get you to sleep one way or another. Don’t test me.” He gulped, eyes wide as he frantically nodded. “Good. Now would you like some pastries to go with your Marinette’s Super Special?” Her shift in character made him freeze. He couldn’t find his voice quick enough and instead opted for a simple thumbs up. She dug two flasks out of her bag, placing one in front of him and sniffed her own. Then, she brought two plates out, setting out croissants so buttery they made him drool, raspberry macaroons and a dozen mini chocolate chip muffins.

“You look like you needed a sugar rush so I guessed what you might like. Sorry if they’re not your favourites. Now chop chop eat up child!” Tim took a tentative sip of his drink feeling it slip down his throat. It had been just how he liked it yet slightly stronger. And then he felt the kick. It had been so small that his brain glossed over it but it’d been there. He was starting to feel more human again. And it had shown. His face had become less pallid and gaunt, his eyes held a fire that had been previously extinguished and his movements became less robotic, almost lighter. Before Marinette could utter ‘I told you so' everything had vanished. Tim was never usually a messy eater but he definitely was right now. Chocolate was smeared all over his chin , flakes from the croissant had littered around his suit and coffee had spilt on his white polo shirt.

“Beanie,” he muttered, a wild look in his egyptian blue eyes. “Please tell me you’re real. Or I at least died and went to heaven. You’re too sweet not to be in my life. I don’t know how I lived without you before. Please, I need you as my dealer. Your coffee is the only one I’ll ever drink again. Please.”

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It wasn’t every day you saw Tim Drake beg on his knees and whine. But when you did, you would probably laugh your ass off. Whoever that poor girl was had just attracted the attention of invasive photographers. Unlucky, but at least they would get a show out of it.

“If I give you my coffee you’re not going to sleep. You’re going to be a living zombie and I can’t live with that. I’d rather not have anyone connecting me with your death from excessive tiredness.” Tim knew he had to play dirty if he was going to win. Thankfully, Steph had taught him how to master the art of puppy dog eyes which he aimed at Marinette. He then wrapped his arms around her leg, consequently being dragged along the unsanitary sidewalk to where both their belongings were.

“Please please please please PLEASE.” He noticed Marinette’s will become fragile. He wobbled his bottom lip, sniffling softly. “I’ll stop begging if you say yes. Please beanie.”

“Fine.” She huffed whilst he fist pumped the air. “But we do things on my terms alright?”

“Yes ma’am!”

“Jeez. You’ve given me a headache.” She stated aiming a half-hearted glare at a sheepish Tim. “That’s an achievement, dude, not even Chloé could do that and her tantrums were super bratty.”

He had gone to apologise when shrill ringing rang in the air.

“Sorry,” he mouthed. “ I have to take this.”

“Jason what do you want? You just interrupted my deal with my dealer.”

“ I didn’t know you had it in you. But now isn’t the time. I need you to check security where you are. Pixie pop's gone missing.”

“Pixie pop?”

“I’ll explain later but right now she’s in danger. See you in 5 replacement.” With nothing left to say the line went dead and he decided to run some checks on Jason’s location whilst idly chatting with Marinette. She had asked for his unique insight on her latest design.

“What shade would you use on this? I’m only asking because of your peculiar style.”

“Definitely lavender but towards the bottom fade into a dark purple. And peculiar?”

“Who wears a suit on a hot summers day?” she asked eyebrow raised.

“Me. Batman. Business owners. Cosplayers. Bruce Wayne. The list could go on but I don’t have all day.” He said throwing an exaggerated wink at her.

“None of those people you mentioned are normal except maybe cosplayers so it doesn’t count. Better luck next time. I’m going to go pee.” Tim had opened his mouth to respond when he spotted Jason. He looked terrible. His hair was matted against his forehead with sweat, his eyes were bloodshot.

“I came as soon as I could. What did you find replacement? Spit it out. I don’t have all fucking day.”

“First, I want you to meet me dealer and then we can talk about what happened to ‘pixie' and who they even are.”

“Tim, as much as I’d love to meet your drug buddy, it’ll have to wait. She’s more important. I’m worried that the people who took her are going to seriously harm her.”

“Fine but you’re missing out on meeting the sweetest girl ever.”

“I’ll pass.” Jason snarled before turning back to the pixelated security feed. “That was where I last saw her. That’s weird. It’s like she disappeared from all footage. Do you have any other leads?”

“Jay-Jay?” Marinette barrelled into him locking him in a hug. “How do you know tater-tot?”

“Hey!”

“Sorry little lady but I’m looking for someone. Holy shit, is that you pixie pop?”

“Yup and who you calling little lady? I’m fun sized and could totally whoop your ass if I wasn’t pregnant. Just remember that Jason.” The way she had said his name sent shivers up his spine. She had delivered her sentence as a fact, not a threat.

“That’s why you’re my favourite, pixie pop.” Jason said, tearing up.

“Replacement, how did you even save Marinette?”

“They probably took a look at his half dead state and got scared off.” After an hour of re-introduction, they finally left. Jason drove her back on his motorcycle and dumped Tim’s limp body (from drinking Marinette’s calming chai tea) on his back.

With many hours to kill before Gina would be back from her night shift, she got changed into her gym clothes- a pink shirt with short sleeves and grey shorts- and headed to her local sports centre. Surprisingly, it was Dick who saved her this time

Marinette had been doing light exercise to keep in shape every day since she arrived in Gotham. She had a daily routine of squats, sit ups and weights, moving at her own pace. She had only attended the gym once before this and everyone had been friendly or had just gone about their days. Today was the first day anyone had actually approached her

“Hey sunshine, is it alright if I call you sunshine?” She nodded. “There’s a creepy guy watching you. He hasn’t actually done any workouts but he’s pointing his phone at you for a hell of a long time.”

“Thank you for telling me...”

“Richard but you can call me Dick.” She snickered. “If you want to that is.” Dick walked away to take a quick call from his brother when...

WARNING: YOU MIGHT NOT BE COMFORTABLE READING THIS PART. TW: sexual harassment. I'll put a brief summary at the bottom if you would rather skip

When she felt a firm hand squeeze her ass. She felt it trail down her shorts before she could even look at their face. She leapt away from his grasp, her breathing heavy as she looked around for any support. Unfortunately, the gym was empty, giving the predator an easy advantage.

“Hey baby did anyone tell you you’re damn sexy when you smile? Cuz you definitely are.” he aimed a snide smile at her. His yellow teeth glinted and his heady scent made her sick. “Princess, come back to mine tonight. We could have so much fun together and I’ll make you scream until you forget your own name. So, how about it?” He had approached he, pushing her boundaries, forcing her to back up against the wall.

‘No. Not ever. But especially not today.’

Marinette paled quickly. Gina wouldn’t be home for hours and he would most likely follow her home anyways. With no one to bear witness to this, he could do as he pleased. He wouldn’t take no for an answer. He could seriously hurt her or worse... and there would be nothing she could do about it. She’d just fade into the background, just another statistic. No one would believe her because ‘she shouldn’t have dressed like that’ and ‘she definitely wanted it’. So, she would fight and if he won well so be it. At least she had done all she could.

“Has anyone told you it’s rude to hit on people’s girlfriends?” Dick said forcing himself between them. He knew she could handle it but something about that guy made him uneasy. Marinette had exuded confidence but she still trembled and he could see how tense her muscles had been.

“He’s your boyfriend? You could do so much better than him. Just tell him your coming home with me. Or better yet, I’ll pay you to do it in front of me.” Marinette could see the repulsion on Dick’s face, as she gagged. “Yes, that would be way better. I’ll seriously pay you. Got a couple hundred bucks if you want it.” He stated palming himself through his jeans.

“No thanks. Maybe after she’s given birth?”

“She’s pregnant? What a slut. I bet she poked holes in your condom so you wouldn’t be able to leave her. Anyways, got to get back home to the wife and kids. Hit me up when she’s good again.” Marinette flung her arms around Dick as soon as she was sure he was gone.

Tw over

“Thank you so much. He wouldn't have stopped if you hadn’t come Dick.”

“No problem, sunshine.”

“It’s Marinette.” She mumbled, scuffing her shoes against the gym floor.

“What?”

“The name's Marinette. I would have loved to meet you under different circumstances. Oh well. Nice to meet you anyways.”

“You too Mari. Are you driving back home?”

“I actually walked her. I’ll probably just call a taxi or walk back.”

“No way sunshine. That guy is a huge sleaze ball. I don’t doubt that he’ll try something funny. If no one’s coming to pick you up I’ll walk you back home. Ok?”

“Ok.”

Dick had been completely right. The dude had been waiting outside, most likely waiting for Mari to leave but when he saw them leave together, he raced to his car. Dick had memorized his license plate and got a brief description of the car but he would probably dump it somewhere. Still, no harm in trying. He watched constantly to see if he was following them and took some turns to shake him off. In the end, they had arrived and Dick hadn’t left until he saw her actually enter her apartment. He had to tell everyone about Marinette.

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Marinette’s battery had been drained, both physically and socially after that week. Lila had pissed her off and she felt really bad for that guy she spewed on. Not like she would see him again. She’d spent all week working on the dress Tim helped her with to wear to her visit to the Wayne’s tomorrow. It had been her fastest completed project ever, though she had neglected eating and sleeping. Marinette had to agree with Tim. The fade into dark purple had been a nice addition and made it really stand out. Even Penny had thought so when she saw it on their chat about commissions. A hungover Jagged threw a ‘rock’n’roll’ over her shoulder and Marinette had felt a pang in her heart at the tenderness they treated each other with. Maybe, one day she could have that special bond with someone too. But she needed to focus on helping herself heal first. She could see the apologetic look written over Penny’s face to which she giggled at before declaring that she needed some rest.

Gina had forced her to rest before they visited the Wayne’s. Apparently today had been Thursday not Wednesday? The days had just blended into one. She had been intrigued to meet the rest of the family but she felt so weak.

‘Oh well,’ she thought. ‘Nothing a little tea can’t fix.’

Since she had found out she was pregnant, all her normal guilty pleasures had been off limits. No double espresso as bitter as her soul and no alcohol. She had to adapt to the restrictions because of her doctor. So, she whipped up a tea as strong as her go to coffee with way less caffeine. It had still her the kick she needed but it wasn’t as good as she would have liked. Still, she’d take what she could get. It still aggravated her when she would reach for a glass of white wine or coffee beans forgetting about the warnings. It aggravated her when she would call out to Tikki to transform forgetting she was no longer by her side. She would toy with her empty earlobes before letting her tears fall freely. Tikki had been the most loyal-kwami or human- and she still got taken. She wouldn’t pretend it hadn’t hurt but she had moved on. Some days she would remember she wasn’t with her and cry but on some she’d pretend everything was normal. Today was one of those days where she wore herself out from crying. Gina had caught her but even she knew Marinette needed space, assuming she was still upset about Adrien.

After a good half an hour of crying, she went to freshen up refusing to look like a puffer fish when she met everyone. Dabbling at her eyes, she applied light mascara and used concealer under her bags so she wouldn’t look as dead as Tim. She slipped into the dress, wearing it with pride. It had fit like a glove exemplifying her curves and showing her protruding baby bump. That had been the only downside as she wanted it to be a surprise. Though, nothing slipped past Alfred’s keen eyes. She’d been puzzled as to how she could style her hair before she settled on voluminous curls. It had required Gina’s help and a hell of a lot of hairspray but it had been worth it. She set her flower crown upon her head (delivered to her by Adrien) and placed one on Gina's. She’d been quite surprised when Gina told her she would have to go by herself but it wouldn’t be too bad. Alfred and Bruce were kind so she could just chat with them if the others were rude.

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Damian was annoyed. Gina was late. Very late. And he’d been waiting for hours for her to arrive. A soft rap on the door sent him flying out of his seat as he scrambled to unlock the door. He’d expected Gina but on their doorstep was that angel from before.

“You,” he whispered. “Why are you here?” He didn’t like feeling confused so he schooled his features to be cold and cynical. Footsteps behind him caused him to instinctively slam the door shut.

“Sorry angel.” Not that she could hear him. Jason had stood behind him, watching him with curiosity.

“Demon spawn. Who was at the door?” Shit. He couldn’t exactly say how he knew her or his reputation would be tarnished. Everyone in his family knew Todd was the biggest gossiper and he would definitely spread the news. Like hell would he tell Todd. He’d take that secret to his grave.

"It was bArBarA. I mean Gordon. Yeah it was Gordon.” His voice may have cracked several times but it was a convincing lie, right?

“One, you almost never call people by their first names.” Jason said, eyes narrowing slightly. “Two your voice sounded awful. And you don’t stray from perfection. So, what’s your deal?

“Puberty?” He shrugged trying to conceal his panic.

“I’ll take your bullshit for now but you forgot Barbara’s already here. Let’s try this again. Who was at the door?”

“It was that harlot that Grayson suggested I try to court.

“Oh, that bitch. She’s all yours. Just keep her away from me. And Damian when dinner is over, I’ll find you and I’ll kill you. Make no mistake.” And with that, he threw a quick salute over his shoulder and strolled away. Damian had let out a sigh of relief, turning to walk away before he remembered who was still outside.

“Todd tell everyone I went to the bathroom.” He yelled shutting the front door before he could hear his reply. He descended down the stairs only to find her missing. He had begun mapping out all the locations of the manor when his eyes fell upon her. He felt the air forcibly be removed from his lungs and he remained unmoving. Awestruck. His heart squeezed as he watched her sniff his magnolias that he tended to. The way her dress pooled around her and the small but present baby bump had made him flush.

‘She truly was an angel.’ His eyes glanced at the flower crown entangled in her inky locks as the moonlit sky enhanced her celestial look. ‘She’s also much more than that though.’

“Take a picture. It’ll last longer.” She saw his mortified face. “You know getting a door slammed in your face isn’t the greatest first impression a family could give.”

“I’m sorry. But what are you doing here?”

“Expecting a warm welcome, not being left out in the cold, really anything but this. And I don’t even know you so...”

"You do."

"Excuse me?"

"You puked on me. I didn’t think you were going to ever see me again so you surprised me. I didn’t want to explain to anyone how we were acquainted.”

"I’m so sorry. It’s these stupid hormones. And that stupid Lila. Everything is just stupid."

"Lila Rossi? She is pretty stupid.” And then something changed. His face was softer and he hadn’t looked like he would bite her head off. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“I’m waiting for my grandma but maybe tomorrow. I’m meeting a stuck-up client so I’m gonna need to vent. I’ll tell you the details later?”

“Fine with me.” She hobbled away. She had been patiently waiting by the doorstep, her soft rap probably inaudible due to all the chaos. He whipped out his spare key, unlocking the door. He hadn’t expected that soft click to prompt the attention of his whole family.

"Marinette-"

“Beanie?”

“Pixie pop?”

“Sunshine?”

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH DAMIAN?” they screamed, rushing forwards to envelop her in hugs.

“I let her in. You guys didn’t even hear her knocking. Wait, how do you all know Angel?”

His eyes nervously flitted to hers at the slip of his private nickname. He saw the flush on her cheeks as her mouth formed a small ‘o'. She couldn’t even look him in the eyes as the others taunted him for his cute pet name. He felt Dick ruffle his hair, which took a while to style, and Jason poke his sides. He felt Tim snicker and Barbara pinch his cheek. And he felt Marinette link their hands together in solidarity, enduring the teasing with him. They had been so embarrassed that they completely missed the arrival of Gina and the scheming look on Alfred’s face who dished her the gossip. They missed the dark but silent chuckle that left both Gina and Alfred as they decided to meddle in their kids failing love lives.

“What’d I miss, my little chicks? Because Mama’s home.”

NOTES (optional)

In the part labelled with tw here is what happens:

Creepy old 50 year old man hits on Marinette and feels her up. He asks her to come home with him but Dick helps her out and stops him. He tells them he would pay to watch them go at it and calls Marinette names. He eventually 'leaves' to his wife and kids.

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ask-fantasy-sanders-sides · 5 years ago

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Can we look back and see how Virgil met his drow friend from the troupe?

Virgil slams another drink, leaving the glass on the table as he storms away from the group behind him. He was having a decent time playing 24 Roethé with his brothers and some other party-goers until that prick Leszyr showed up, and Virgil quit the game rather than sit next to him any longer than he had to. The asshole almost had the audacity to chase after him, before Anton slid over to wrap an arm around Leszyr’s shoulders and insist he play at least one round before running off… And honestly, thank god for Anton’s charm. It’s gotten Virgil out of more scrapes then he’d care to admit.

Virgil lounges by one of the snack tables for a minute, letting the pulse of the music seep into his bones, closing his eyes to savor it for a moment. He’s not sure if he wants to start dancing just yet, and he promised Kai a spin or two once the party really started going, but he doesn’t just want to sit here getting stared at, either… And just as that nervous thought crosses his mind, he hears a commotion to his left.

“Fuck off, Bel! Or do you need a reminder of what happened last time you bothered me?”

Virgil turns towards the voice, seeing a girl with a very sharp-looking short-sword, glittering against the forest glow where it’s strapped to her hip. She looks completely uninterested in the man hunting for her affection -- Beldyn Cobazza. He’s about the closest to a noble in attendance, and seems to be taking full advantage of the more relaxed rules of the neideirra thalra* to try and pursue the poor girl. Virgil’s known Beldyn before, (in a few more ways than one,) and doesn’t blame her at all for her disdain of him... But, he also knows what sort of trouble Bel likes to make when he doesn’t get what he wants. Virgil would feel more sorry for her if he wasn’t so intrigued by her thinly-veiled threat, and the impressive piece she’s equipped with…

“Last I remember, Dira, you lost that duel. And you still owe me for that little show of disrespect...”

“And I paid it forward. What, you don’t like the little makeover I gave you?”

Beldyn reaches up instinctively to hide a scar on his face, which is barely being covered by some poorly-applied makeup. Virgil smirks, remembering the day he first had to parade it around the garrison. He always wondered what the story there was…

Insulted and supposedly done with being rejected, the noble’s son reaches down for his own weapon, as if ready to call a duel of his own. Before the words can leave his mouth, though, Virgil snatches a particularly hefty booze bottle from the table and launches it. It doesn’t shatter against the bully’s thick skull -- which, Virgil thinks, would have been much more cool -- but it does knock him unconscious. Eh, he’ll take what he can get.

The girl locks eyes with Virgil as he strolls up to her, picking the bottle up to check and make sure there really aren’t any cracks in it. When he knows it’s clean, he pops it open, pours a little out on Beldyn’s head, takes a swig, and passes it to her.

“...He always has a bit much to drink at these things.”

After a moment of shock, she breaks out in a grin and takes a few gulps from...whatever sort of wine that was. She drops the rest of it on Beldyn’s head, and… yeah, that’s going to bruise later. For sure.

“Well done. I’m surprised to find someone out here willing to challenge a noble like that.”

“I just needed to take out some steam somewhere,” Virgil shrugs, “and he’s loud.”

She — “Dira,” apparently — nods, and sighs,

“I usually save the duels for the latter half of the party, he would have fucked up my whole process.”

...It’s probably the way she says it, as if she’s been thoroughly and woefully inconvenienced, but Virgil can’t help but grin. She smiles back at him, thankfully not insulted.

“Your ‘process’?”

“Yeah! You get too tired to go all night if you start with fighting, and games are more of an in-between wind down. Drinking’s obviously first, then dancing.”

Virgil looks back over to the game circle his brothers are still engaged in, and groans with annoyance when he sees Leszyr standing up, watching him and Dira with a wary eye. Neideirra thalra or not, he won’t try and approach Virgil again if it looks like he’s entertaining a lady... Honestly preferring to be confused for a straight guy then have to deal with his shit, Virgil takes a chance.

“So, dancing’s next, huh?”

Dira turns to Virgil, and hardly hesitates before breaking into a wild grin and grabbing him by the arms, pulling him towards a firepit to dance.

They spend the entire rest of the night together, getting dizzy on music and wine, talking about themselves and gossiping about other people. Turns out Virgil’s little diversion was not subtle at all, but Lindiranae — her casual callname being Dira, as taking something short from the middle of your first name is the most common practice — didn’t want to be anything more than friends, and didn’t care that he was gay, which were both huge releifs. And the more they talk about, the more they seem to agree. They even end up tag-teaming Virgil’s brothers in a game of silvers, which leads to other games in other groups, the duo never splitting for longer than a round. It’s been quite a while since Virgil’s made a friend as quickly as this, and sue him, he’s savoring it! And of course, right on Dira’s schedule, Leszyr comes picking a fight at the end of the night, and they kick his ass fairly soundly...even if they’re both spinning a bit.

The next out-of-city party Virgil and his brothers go to, Lindiranae is also there, leaning against the back wall with a drink in her hand once again. She doesn’t hesitate to flag Virgil down, and much to his surprise and relief, she’s just as happy to see him sober as she had been while blasted. They drink, dance, game, start a fight, and promise to do it again the next week as long as they’re both still capable of throwing a punch. And the next week, and the next week... And, on his end, Virgil doesn’t quite mind that it’s become a trend.

A while later, when Virgil’s risen up the rank as a Blackguard-in-training, he’s a bit sullen that his time at out-of-city parties is behind him… Until he’s dragged by his new Priestess to a high-class gig, and sees a familiar face across the room.

There, wearing the insignia of a lesser Priestess’s Assassin core, is Lindiranae. And when they make eye contact… both are almost tempted to grin. Virgil had never dreamed to imagine Lin in such well-tailored clothes and stiff posture, and Lindiranae can’t help but smirk at the utterly ridiculous ornate decorations their Valsharess has covered her poor young friend in.

They ignore each other for a bit as the party starts for deniability, but as soon as Virgil can’t stand all of the various young princesses staring at him for another second, he makes his way over to the far wall Lindiranae is casually hiding by. He saunters up next to her and stops with his shoulder just a hair’s width from hers. He waits until the coast is clear, and whispers under his breath,

“Fucking finally, a normal person. These are so goddamn boring.”

Lindiranae sags into his side, leaning into Virgil with the closest equivalent to a hug she can give him without looking suspicious. And, though it’s muffled by her hand, Virgil is very glad to see her smile again.

~~~

((*Neideirra Thalra -- A wild party held for younger, lower-class drow outside the Colony walls, where Social Law is much more relaxed. Primarily for dancing and drinking games))

((This is Raena, btw! She changes her name on the surface, much like how Virgil now goes by Virgil))

#janus's visions #flashback #raena #drinking #violence #cursing #alcohol #sexism #sorta #classism #idk what else to tag this as #please tell me if i need to tag anything else!

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rpf-bat · 4 years ago

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Celebrate The End Of Things With Cheap Champagne

Pairing: Frank Iero x Reader

Genre: Angst

Summary: @sirloin-steaks requested a Frank story based on the song “New Year’s Day” by Taylor Swift.

It’s December 31st, 2006, and My Chemical Romance are ringing in the New Year, performing live in Times Square. Frank invites you to come out, and see the show. But, an after-party at the band’s hotel, takes a turn, that nobody saw coming.

Trigger warning for substance abuse.

You stood on the deck of the ferry boat, watching the bright lights of New York City draw closer and closer. You used to take this ferry every day, from your hometown in New Jersey, to your job in Manhattan. But, that seemed like so long ago now.

Once upon a time, your friend and former coworker, Gerard, would catch the morning ferry with you. But, after the September 11th attacks, he’d quit his job at your company, and started a band. His decision had puzzled you at first. But, the first time you saw My Chemical Romance perform live, you had understood.

That was also the night that you met Frank. His guitar playing was electric, and you told him as much, after the band finished their set. It had been at some shitty dive bar - the only venues that would take them at the time. But, he’d told you that night, that he, and Gee, and the guys, were going to make it to the big time. You’d admired his ambition, and the two of you became fast friends. And he’d been right.

Now, four years later, My Chemical Romance was one of the biggest bands in the country. Their album, The Black Parade, had just dropped two months ago, debuting at #2 on the Billboard charts. They had gotten popular enough, to receive a prestigious offer. Ryan Seacrest had asked them to play New Year’s Rockin’ Eve, tonight, in Times Square!

Millions of Americans tuned in every New Year’s Eve, to see the concert broadcast, and watch the ball drop at midnight. It was crazy to you, that your dorky friends from back home in New Jersey, had gotten “big” enough to perform alongside glitzy pop stars, like Christina Aguilera.

You were so psyched for them. It would also be the first time you had seen them in a while. Frank was the only one of the guys who still technically lived in New Jersey. When he was home, and off the road, he would come over to your house all the time, to watch movies, or play video games, just like in the old days. But, the last time that had happened, had been months ago. He, and the rest of the band, had been traveling around nonstop, doing radio and TV interviews, to promote the new album. In February, they were supposed to embark on a world tour.

“But after tonight’s show, we’ll have a little bit of time off, before the tour starts,” Frank had told you excitedly on the phone, yesterday afternoon, when he’d invited you to the gig. “I really hope we get to spend more time together, Y/N. I missed you.”

You had missed him, too - more than words could describe. Your heart ached whenever you drove past his house, knowing that he wasn’t in it. You had things you wanted to say to him tonight - things you’d been waiting to tell him for a long time.

Your heart hammered as you stepped off the ferry, and began walking towards Time Square. The streets were packed with people, all rushing towards the same place you were. You knew some New Yorkers had started camping out at three o’clock in the afternoon, to get the best seats. If Frank hadn’t sent you a VIP pass in the mail, you’d surely have ended up in the way back of the crowd, nowhere close to the stage.

You showed your pass to the security personnel, who were looking through peoples’ bags at a checkpoint, near the entrance to the Square. They waved you through to a special designated area, in the front row, for friends and family of the performers. You were pretty sure the kid on your left was the fourth Jonas Brother. You felt remarkably out of place.

But, then your phone beeped, alerting you that you had a text. A smile crossed your face, when you realized it was from Frank.

We r about 2 head onstage, he said. I will see you after our set, I promise! There’s nobody I’d rather ring in 2007 with :)

You heard the crowd start screaming, and your head whipped around, as you watched the announcer stroll onto the stage.

“Please welcome our next musical guest - My! Chemical! Romaaaaance!”

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Their performance was amazing. They were one of a dozen artists performing tonight, so they only got to do three songs, before they had to get offstage and make room for the next act (Gwen Stefani, apparently). But, they put their whole hearts into those three tracks. Frank was jumping around like a maniac with his guitar, despite the freezing cold. Ray even had a pair of “2007” sunglasses on.

You screamed for them, like every other girl in the crowd. At this point, you thought with a frown, there’s probably ten thousand people, with a crush on the same man, that I’ve been pining for since 2002.

...Then again, you considered, the ten thousand other girls, don’t have backstage passes.

Your frown disappeared, when you walked backstage, and a pair of arms immediately circled you.

“Y/N!” Frank grinned. “Thank you so much for coming out and seeing us tonight!”

“Wouldn’t have missed it for the world,” you grinned, hugging your friend back. “You were amazing.”

“Thank you,” Frank said sincerely, releasing you from his grip. “Are you ready to get out of this cold?”

“Where are we going?” you asked.

“Back to the hotel,” he explained. “Ray’s not feeling so good.”

“Oh, no,” you frowned. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Hi, Y/N!” Ray greeted, waving at you with one hand, while he pulled a tissue from his pocket, with the other. He blew his nose loudly. “....Sorry,” he muttered. “How are you?”

“It’s okay!” you assured him. “I’m fine...I’m sorry you’re not doing so well, though. You sound awful.”

“It’s this East Coast weather,” he shrugged, throwing the tissue in a nearby wastebasket. “I hate doing outdoor shows, in the wintertime.”

“You sounded great onstage,” you reassured him. “Nobody could even tell you were sick.”

“The dorky sunglasses conceal how puffy his eyes are,” Frank confessed. “Poor guy didn’t sleep at all last night.”

“Well, hopefully, I’ll sleep better tonight,” Ray chucked. “We’ve got two rooms at the Knickerbocker Hotel - one for me and Mikey, and one for Frank and Gerard.”

“Speaking of which,” you asked, “where is Gerard?”

“Here I am!” chuckled a voice behind you, and you turned and saw your old friend Gerard, beaming at you. “Sorry, I was busy calling our cab. It’s so good to see you, Y/N! Thank you for coming.”

“Thank you for inviting me!” you smiled back. “I’m really proud of you guys, getting to be part of such a major event.”

“Oh, it’s surreal,” Gerard confessed. “I used to come up here with my mom and dad, and Mikey, every New Year’s Eve, to watch the show live. I never thought I’d be in the show.”

“We’re really lucky,” Mikey smiled, appearing beside Gerard, with a glass of champagne in his hand.

“Ooh, where’d you get that?” Frank asked.

“They’re giving them out to all the VIPs,” Mikey explained. “Would you like one, Y/N?”

“I don’t think I qualify as a Very Important Person,” you confessed.

“Nonsense,” Frank shook his head. “You’re very important to me.”

“Yeah,” Mikey nodded. “You’ve been good friends with all of us for a long time. You can have whatever you want.”

“No time for that,” Gerard shook his head. “Our cab’s here.”

“C’mon,” Frank said, lacing his fingers with yours. “We have to go out through a secret exit, so that the fans don’t mob us.”

“Oh, shit, really?” you chuckled. “I feel like a secret agent.”

“Our lives have gotten so weird, honestly,” Gerard confessed. “I’m kinda glad that we’re gonna put some distance, between us and these crowds.”

“Yeah, it’ll just be five of us, once we get to the hotel,” Mikey nodded. “Well...four. Ray is gonna go to sleep in our room, as soon we get there. But, the rest of us can party in Frankie and Gee’s room til midnight.”

“Or later,” Frank grinned mischievously.

You smiled at your four oldest friends. “I can’t wait.”

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“Ok, question,” you asked uncertainly, staring at the yellow cab in front of you. “How are we gonna fit five people in there?”

“It’s gonna be a tight squeeze,” Frank chuckled.

“Well, hey, we’ve managed to fit in smaller places before, right?” Gerard pointed out.

“True,” Ray laughed. “Remember when we were traveling around New Jersey, in our shitty little van?”

“We were all practically right on top of each other,” Mikey recalled.

When the band had first started, you had gone with them, on weekend trips, to play a gig, in the next town over. You’d squished between the boys, somehow, and helped them carry their equipment into the venue. Watching them rock the faces off the local kids, had been so much fun.

But, as time went on, they started getting offers to play at clubs across state lines. Day trips turned into months-long tours. You couldn’t commit to that - unlike Gerard, you still had a day job. And so, you started seeing the guys less and less. Then they’d gotten a record deal - and everything had gotten even more complicated.

“That was….a long time ago,” you frowned.

“Yeah,” Frank said wistfully. “I wish we had the chance to do that again.”

“Well, now, most of the time, we don’t have to squish,” Ray pointed out. “We have a nice, roomy tour bus, with bunks and everything.”

“You’ve come a long way,” you smiled weakly.

You were quiet as you piled into the car. As the taxi started driving down the street, you stared out at the night sky, and the city lights flying by. Suddenly, Frank gently touched your hand, making you turn, and face him.

“Hey,” he said quietly, giving your hand a squeeze, “are you alright, Y/N?”

“Yeah,” you shrugged. “I’m fine. Don’t worry.”

“Tonight’s supposed to be a party, remember?” he teased. “So, try and smile for me, okay?”

“I’ll try,” you promised. It was far easier to smile, with him around.

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You could tell as soon as you walked into the lobby, that this was a five star hotel. A crystal chandelier, cast a soft glow over the pristine decor.

“We already got our room keys earlier,” Gerard explained. “So, we can go ahead up.”

You nodded, and followed him and the guys to the elevator.

“I think I’m gonna crash as soon as we get upstairs,” Ray confessed, sniffling into his tissue again.

“I don’t blame you,” you said sympathetically. The elevator dinged, as you arrived at your floor.

“Since I won’t see you guys until tomorrow,” Ray sighed, “Happy New Year, alright?”

“Happy New Year, Ray,” you waved, as you watched him unlock his hotel room door, and head inside. “Feel better soon!”

“Thanks, Y/N,” Ray wheezed, closing the door behind him.

“Alright, let’s head into our room,” Frank grinned, opening the door to the adjoining room. “What do you want to do first?”

“Let’s turn the TV on,” Mikey suggested, immediately looking for the remote. “I wanna see the other performances. They’re still broadcasting live right now.”

“Oh, true,” you nodded. “We can still watch the ball drop tonight, on this flat screen!”

“I wanna look at the room service menu,” Gerard grinned. “Y/N, you can have anything you want. Just let me know.”

“Thanks, Gee,” you grinned. “Should we get champagne to toast with, at midnight?”

“I’ll get it for you three,” Gerard shrugged. “For me? I guess I’ll order a club soda. If they put it in a fancy glass, I can still clink it with yours when the clock strikes twelve.”

“Yeah, that works,” Frank agreed. “Looks almost the same.”

You frowned. That’s right, you remembered. Gerard is about two and a half years sober now.

You remembered going to see them, at their Englishtown show, during Warped Tour ‘04. Gerard had been a mess. You hadn’t seen him in two or three months, and you were shocked how much he’d deteriorated. You’d felt helpless. If you’d had more time, maybe you could have talked some sense into him. But, the very next day, he had to get back on his bus, and head to another gig, in Pennsylvania.

Frank had called you on the phone, maybe a week later, and told you Gerard had decided to get clean, on his own. You didn’t know how, or why. You didn’t know fifty percent, of what went on in your friends’ heads anymore.

“.....Y/N?” Frank called, his voice stunning you out of your thoughts.

“Sorry,” you blinked. “Did you say something?”

“Yeah, I said I’m going out to the balcony, to have a smoke,” Frank replied. “I asked you if you wanted to come with me?”

“Oh….yeah, sure,” you nodded, and followed him out. “Got a light?”

“Here,” Frank said, pulling a lighter out of his pocket, and handing it to you.

You took a pack of Marlboros out of your purse, and lit one. “Thanks,” you said, handing it back.

Frank lit his own cigarette, and took a drag. You glanced over at him as you inhaled the nicotine, watching how the cool night breeze tousled his hair.

“I thought you said on the phone, that you were trying to quit,” Frank raised an eyebrow.

“I should,” you sighed, exhaling smoke. “I know it’s bad for me.”

“Sorry for being a bad influence,” Frank laughed. “I know I got no room to talk.”

“It’s not your fault,” you shrugged, taking another puff. “I guess I’m just stressed tonight.”

“About what?” Frank asked, looking at you curiously.

“It’s stupid,” you mumbled.

“Tell me,” Frank insisted, taking his free hand in yours again. Your heart raced at his casual touch.

“I just…,” you sighed, unsure how to begin. “I never see you guys anymore.”

“I’m sorry,” Frank frowned.

“No, don’t be,” you shook your head. “I’m being selfish. I should be happy for you, right? It’s a good thing, that the band has gotten so successful, that you have fans in practically every city in the world, that want to see you.”

“Yeah, they get to see me,” Frank groaned. “But, I don’t get to see my friends, or family - any of the people I love most - for months at a time.”

The people he loves most. Your face reddened. Did you really fit into that category?

“After tonight,” you asked, “how long will you be in town?”

“The first night of the tour is February 22nd,” Frank explained. “The gig’s in New Hampshire, so we’ll be flying out the night before.”

“So we have….slightly less than two months, to spend time together,” you calculated. “And after that, the next time you’ll be in my neck of the woods is…?”

“Bamboozle Festival,” Frank replied. “That’s in May.”

“Wow,” you frowned. “Are you playing all three days of the festival, or…?”

“Nah, just one,” Frank said sheepishly. “We’ll be in Jersey for a night….the very next day, we’ll be playing a gig in fuckin’ Maine.”

“The fun never stops, I guess,” you deadpanned.

“I mean, it is fun,” Frank admitted. “I love being a musician. Playing my guitar, onstage, is all I’ve wanted to do, my entire life.”

“Yeah, it’s your dream,” you said quickly, “that’s why I should just shut up, and let you…”

“You don’t have to shut up,” Frank interrupted. “Y/N, I want you to tell me how you feel.”

“How do I feel, Frank?” you repeated, your emotions starting to get the best of you. “I feel like I don’t even know my friends at all anymore! I don’t want you to turn into a stranger, whose laugh I could recognize anywhere. I’m still working the same dead end job I had the day I met you….but your life has completely changed. You’re gone 80% of the year, and yeah, I know you text or call me whenever you can, but when I’m not there face to face, I still miss so much of your life! You used to be just….a guy next door, that I could listen to records and smoke with. Now you’re some….millionaire rock star. That coat you’ve got on right now is probably worth more than my first car, and you’ve probably got girls in every town, throwing their panties at you…”

“Yeah, but I wouldn’t look twice at any of those girls,” Frank said, looking you in the eye, “if a certain someone, told me, that she wanted me to be hers, and hers alone.”

A certain someone….? you gasped. Did he mean…?

“Hey!” a voice interrupted, and you jumped, as the sliding glass door slid open, and Gerard stepped onto the balcony. “There you guys are!”

“H-hey,” you stammered, taken aback.

“Everything alright?” Gerard asked, raising a quizzical eyebrow.

“Yeah, yeah, everything’s cool,” Frank mumbled, not looking at you at all, as he stubbed his cigarette out in the ashtray. “What did you need?”

“We’ve got about five minutes til midnight,” Gerard smiled. “Figured you guys would want to come back inside, so we can count down the last seconds of 2006 together.”

“Oh, right, of course,” you blinked. “Did room service already bring up the champagne flutes?”

“Yeah, they’re ready to go,” Gerard nodded. “....Wait. Where’s Mikey?”

“We thought he was with you,” Frank said, looking confused.

“No,” Gerard shook his head. “I went to the bathroom, and when I came back out, he was gone. If he’s not on the balcony with you guys, where did he go?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “Maybe he went to his and Ray’s room?”

“Oh, yeah, that would make sense,” Gerard nodded. “Let’s go get him.”

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Gerard knocked loudly on the hotel room door.

“Come on, Mikey!” he called. “We got three minutes til midnight, you’re gonna miss the ball drop, dude!”

The door swung open, but instead of Mikey, a sleepy-looking Ray answered.

“Mikey’s not in here,” Ray said with a yawn. “It’s just me.”

“Oh, sorry for waking you up, man,” Gerard apologized.

“Wait,” Frank realized. “If he’s not in either hotel room, then, where is he?”

“Maybe he went to go get ice?” Ray suggested.

“Or maybe he went downstairs, to ask the front desk guy something,” you guessed.

“Let’s split up,” Frank suggested. “You guys go down the hall and see if he’s by the ice machine. Y/N and I will look for him downstairs.”

“Yeah, we can do that,” Gerard agreed. “Hopefully we’ll find him before the end of the year!”

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“This elevator’s taking too long to get up here,” Frank said impatiently, hitting the down-arrow button a second time.

“Wanna just take the stairs?” you suggested.

“Works for me,” Frank shrugged.

You followed him into the stairwell, your heart still pounding from the conversation on the balcony. What would have happened, you wondered, if Gerard hadn’t walked in when he did?

Frank kept his eyes on the flight of stairs in front of you, not saying a word, as you walked past the sign, indicating that you were now on the second floor.

“Maybe he didn’t go this wa...oh, fuck,” Frank gasped, coming to a sudden stop.

Your blood froze, when you saw what he was looking at. Mikey’s unconscious body, lay sprawled across the bottom steps. He was face down….he didn’t even look like he was breathing.

“Mikey, oh my god!” You ran to his side, flipping him over, so that you could see his face. “Frank, we have to help him!”

The bassist looked deathly pale, and his lips had turned a horrifying shade of blue. You felt for a pulse. It was there, but it was disturbingly weak.

“Come on, Mikey, wake up!” you pleaded, shaking his shoulders. “Oh my god, what’s wrong with him?!”

“I think he’s overdosing,” Frank realized, kneeling by your side.

“On what?!” you gasped.

“On whatever he went downstairs, to pick up from his dealer,” Frank growled. “Goddamnit! We need to call 911.”

“Mikey!” a familiar voice called, and Gerard and Ray burst into the stairwell.

“Oh, god!” Gerard gasped, when he saw his brother, lying eerily still in your arms.

“I’m trying to wake him up!” you explained. “It’s not working...fuck, what do I do?”

“He needs a doctor,” Ray realized, whipping out his cell phone. “....Hello? Yes, we’re having an emergency…...the Knickerbocker Hotel….umm, Six Times Square….please hurry….my friend isn’t breathing…”

You shook Mikey’s shoulders again. His eyes fluttered open, but his pupils were like pinpricks. He gasped and choked, like he couldn’t get air into his lungs.

“Come on, Mikey, hang in there!” you begged. Oh god, what if he died?!

You could see the headlines now. World Tour Canceled After Bassist’s Hospitalization. You’d wanted more time with Frank….but not like this, damnit!

Since when did your oldest friend’s kid brother do smack?!

I really don’t know anything about them anymore, you realized, tears clouding your vision as you listened to him wheeze. Minutes felt like hours.

“Out of the way!” called an unfamiliar voice, and you gaped as two paramedics dragged a stretcher down the stairs.

“Ma’am, we need to move him,” a uniformed woman barked. “Time is of the essence.”

You let the EMT scoop Mikey up, and load him onto the gurney.

“What did he take?” the second paramedic asked.

“I….I don’t know,” you stammered. “We just found him like this.”

“Ma’am,” the man pressed, “we’re not here to judge anybody. But, any information you have, can help us figure out what antidote he needs…”

“Here,” Frank said. “I found this next to his body.”

He handed the paramedic a needle. Oh, god.

“I see,” the paramedic nodded grimly. “Judith! Get this man two milligrams of naloxone, stat!”

“Is….is he gonna be okay?!” Gerard gasped, tears in his eyes. “That’s my baby brother….”

“We’re going to try our best to save him, sir,” the female paramedic (Judith) promised. “We need to move him to the hospital, as soon as possible.”

“We’re only going to be able to fit two extra people in the ambulance,” the male paramedic warned. “Who’s going?”

“Me,” Gerard said immediately. “He’s my family!”

“Who else?” the paramedic demanded. “We don’t have time to waste.”

Mikey gasped for air on the gurney, his face growing bluer by the minute.

“I’ll go,” Ray decided. “Frank, you stay here with Y/N, okay?”

“O-okay,” Frank stammered. You clung to him,shaking, as you watched the paramedics drag your friend out of the hallway, to the ambulance waiting outside.

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“.....Happy New Year!” the oblivious voice of Ryan Seacrest rang out from the television screen, as you walked back into the hotel room, wiping your eyes on your sleeve.

Confetti was falling in Times Square, as the credits rolled. You’d missed the countdown. There had been no toast, no midnight kiss (although perhaps, the latter had been foolish to even hope for.)

“This wasn’t how 2007 was supposed to start,” Frank sobbed, sinking down onto the bed. “Fuck!”

“H-he’s gonna be okay,” you stammered. “The doctors are gonna save his life…”

“You don’t know that!” Frank cried, kicking a bottle of Dom Perignon off the coffee table. It shattered, sending broken glass and alcohol all over the floor.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, Y/N,” Frank apologized, kneeling to pick up the shards. “I shouldn’t have done that…”

“Ssh, stop, you’re gonna cut yourself,” you warned, grabbing his hands. “We can clean that up later, okay? I understand that you’re only lashing out, because you’re scared…”

“Of course I’m scared,” Frank wept, burying his head in your shoulder. “That’s one of my best friends.”

“He’s my friend, too,” you said softly, stroking Frank’s hair. “I’m scared, too, but there’s nothing we can do now, but pray.”

You sat down on the bed, and Frank sat with you, still sobbing into your shirt. You were choking back tears yourself.

“I….I didn’t know he was doing that stuff,” you said guiltily. “I’m never around you guys anymore….I….”

“I didn’t realize the extent of the problem, either,” Frank confessed. “And I’m with the kid almost every day. I should’ve noticed, but I was too self absorbed, doing my own dumb shit…”

“Ssh, it’s not your fault, Frankie,” you soothed. “We got him, to the people that can help him. That’s all we can do.”

“It doesn’t feel like enough,” Frank sniffed, still clinging to you tightly.

“No,” you agreed, your heart aching, “it doesn’t.”

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You woke the next morning, to the feeling of warmth against your side. Your eyes fluttered open, and you realized that Frank was sleeping next to you. What?!

Your cheeks reddened as you stared at his sleeping face, so close to your own. “...Frank? Why are you…?”

Reality filtered back into your head, slowly, as you recalled the events of the previous night. Oh god….Mikey!

Was he okay? You still didn’t know. You and Frank had sat beside each other on the hotel room bed, crying, clinging to each other for comfort. You supposed you had fallen asleep like that.

“.....Huh?” Frank groaned sleepily. “Y/N…?”

He shot up, jerking away from you, almost as soon as he realized, that your bodies were touching. “I...I’m sorry!”

“N-no, it’s fine…” you stammered.

“Fuck….I need to check my messages,” Frank realized, groping for his cell phone on the bedside table. He sat up,and put his feet on the floor. “Owww!”

“What’s wrong?” you gasped.

“I just stepped on a shard of the bottle I broke last night...fuck!” Frank swore.

“Oh no,” you winced. “Is it bleeding?”

“No, it’s just cut a little,” Frank shook his head.

“Do you want me to call the front desk,” you offered, “and see if they can bring up some Band-Aids?”

“No, it’s not that serious,” Frank insisted, opening his flip phone. His eyes widened, as he clicked through his inbox. “Oh….oh, thank god…”

“What?” you demanded.

“Ray texted me, around like two in the morning,” Frank explained. “He said Mikey’s gonna make it. The doctors were able to reverse the overdose in time, and he’s gonna make a full recovery.”

“Oh, thank goodness!” you cried, tearing up from sheer relief. You had been so scared, that Ray’s text, would say that Mikey hadn’t survived. He’s gonna be okay. He’s alive.

Frank, however, didn’t share your grateful smile.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“I’m sorry that you had to see that, last night,” Frank frowned. “We ruined your New Year’s Eve.”

“It’s not your fault,” you shook your head. “I’m glad I was there, to help you find him. I wouldn’t have wanted you to go through this alone.”

“I hate to ask you for even more help,” Frank grimaced, “but, we need to clean this shit up.”

“You’re right,” you nodded, leaning down to help him pick up the glass shards. “It wouldn’t be fair, to leave it for the hotel staff to pick up.”

“Some bands dig trashing hotel rooms,” Frank sighed, grabbing a towel from the bathroom, to mop up the puddle of champagne. “Not me, though. I feel bad, making a mess, that some housekeeper is gonna have to deal with.”

He’s a kind person, you thought to yourself, as you carefully placed the pieces of bottle into a waste basket. Not everyone would take the time to do this, after the night we had.

“Shit, look at this,” Frank sighed, pointing down at the hardwood floor. “Nobody blew out the stupid scented candle, that Housekeeping lit before we checked in, to make the place smell pretty. Now, there’s dried wax all over the floorboards.”

“You had bigger things to worry about last night,” you reminded. “I’m sorry, I didn’t even notice the candle was still burning, with everything else going on. I would’ve reminded you to put it out.”

“That’s not your job,” Frank said, pulling a guitar pick from his pocket. He tried to use it to scrape some of the wax up, but it didn’t seem to want to budge. “None of this is your job.”

“What do you mean?” you blinked.

“You said last night, that you don’t see us for months at a time,” Frank reasoned, scraping harder with his pick. “And then...last night, you finally see us again, and this happens.”

“You couldn’t have predicted something like that,” you assured him.

“We complicate your life, Y/N,” Frank frowned. “I complicate your life. You don’t need this fucking drama. The best thing I could for you, is probably just leave you alone. Stop inviting you to see us when we’re in town. I’ve grown apart from a lot of friends since I left New Jersey. Why can’t I just let this relationship go, too?”

“I don’t want you to do that!” you protested. “Frank, our friendship is really important to me. I would be miserable if you suddenly stopped inviting me to hang out.”

“I don’t just want to hang out with you,” Frank mumbled. “I want more than that.”

“....Huh?” you cocked your head.

“But it’s not fair, for me to ask you for that,” Frank signed. “Not when I know damn well, that I’m about to spend the majority of 2007, hundreds of miles away from you.”

“Ask me for what?” you demanded. You suddenly remembered the words, he had spoken to you on the balcony, before your night had gone straight to hell.

“I wouldn’t look twice, at any of those girls, if a certain someone, told me, that she wanted me to be hers, and hers alone.”

“Nothing,” Frank murmured, picking fruitlessly at the wax on the floor again. “It’s stupid. Ignore me.”

“I won’t ignore it,” you insisted. “Frank, what were you going to ask me?”

Frank looked at his shoes.

You sat down on the floor next to him, putting a gentle hand on his shoulder. “....Frank?”

“I was going to ask you...to be mine,” Frank confessed.

You gasped, audibly. No way….he really felt the same way about you, that you did about him?!

“But, it’s not right, for me to ask you, to make that commitment to me!” Frank said miserably. “Not when I’m just gonna disappear on you again. And...you saw, last night, what my life has turned into. What my band has turned into. I’m a mess….why would you want to be with someone like me?”

“Frankie, I love you,” you said plainly. Now that you knew he returned your feelings, there was no point in hiding it anymore. “I’ve loved you for years.”

He raised his head to look at you. His hazel eyes, swimming with tears again, stared into yours. “You….you mean that?”

“Yes,” you said emotionally. “I’ve been in love with you for so long….but, you’re a famous rock star now. I’m still just an art school dropout. You can do so much better than me.”

“Funny,” Frank chuckled bitterly, “I was about to say the same thing, about you.”

“Frank, there isn’t anybody better than you,” you sighed, and grabbed him by the collar, pulling him into a searing kiss.

His lips met yours, hesitant at first, but then suddenly you were toppling to the floor, as he pressed himself against you, with four years worth of buried desire.

Life was so short. You realized that now.

His hands tangled into your hair as he kissed you over and over. “Be mine,” he gasped, coming up for air. “Please be mine, Y/N….even if it fucks up everything…”

“Frankie, it’s okay,” you assured him, as you gazed up at him tenderly. “I don’t care if you’re gone a hundred nights. You’re worth waiting for. Just promise me, that when you do finally come home, I can….have you.”

“Oh, you can have me any way you want me,” Frank breathed, leaning down to kiss you passionately again. “I won’t touch anyone else while I’m away on tour….nobody else is as beautiful as you. You’re the only one that I want.”

“You’re the only one that I want, too, Frankie,” you promised him, claiming his mouth once again. “I want you every day. Not just when you’re the toast of the town. Not just when times are good. I want to be there with you, through the bad times, too. I want to help you when you’re scared, or even when something fucked up happens, like last night... because I love you. I’ll stay with you, no matter what….even when it’s hard, or it’s wrong, or you’re making mistakes. I don’t care. I just want to be with you.”

“I want to be with you, too, Y/N,” Frank vowed, kissing your eyes, your nose, your mouth. It was like he couldn’t get enough. “You’re the woman I choose….because, hey, there might be lots of women who’d love to be my New Year’s Eve kiss. But, you’re the only woman I know, who would stick by my side, helping me clean up bottles on New Year’s Day.”

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Liar, Liar.

Beatles X Reader.

What if, for a day you could only tell the truth?

This proved to be difficult around the boys.

Caution: Language, suggestive comments

Enjoy, my cuties.

~~~

Being a Beatle was difficult as it was.

All the screaming crowds, people running straight towards you all the time, screaming so loud it made you deaf. Reporters on every corner, and cameras in your face 24/7.

Now, imagine being a girl in the mist of four boys with huge personalities.

That’s what you dealt with.

Every day.

To no avail, nor seeming end.

Sure, they payed you quite well, though, not as much as you felt you deserved.

~~~

Today started no different than any other day, you ate breakfast, hailed a cab, and drove off to the studio.

As you were about to pay the cab driver, the words slipped out of your mouth, like they had a mind of their own.

“Fuckin’ ridiculous, I could walk for free.”

“Pardon?” the man stared at you in shock.

“Er...I mean, You cost way too much...what?” you couldn’t believe yourself. Were those words actually escaping your lips? Were you dreaming?

“I...” he stuttered furiously “I-I’m a fair man! ‘ts not that much!”

“Yes it is!” you argued, even though you didn’t understand why. It was just a cab, for Christ’s sake. You even shook your head at your response, trying in some way to say what you were trying to say.

“Here...just take...” you shoved an extra few bills in the man’s hand “take all my money you wanker, Wait! I did mean to say that! WHAT?” you felt your face redden, and you rushed off before you could offend him further.

What the hell is going on?

“Hey, (y/n), would you mind..”

“Yes, I’d rather not.” you said rather harshly to the young assistant. Once again, you blushed furiously and clapped your hands over your mouth.

“Er...look, I don’t want to deal with you right now.” Why was this happening? “D’you understand?” you prayed that he could understand, you didn’t really mean it.

The man stared at you in shock.

“No, of course you don’t, you’re all amateur airheads....This CAN’T be happening right now.” you muttered, before rushing off again.

The poor kid, burst into tears and ran off.

“NO, I’M SORRY!” you called quickly, surprised you could even say that. But, it was too late, he had run off.

“(y/n), what are you doing here? You know, we are just setting up. You don’t have to be in the studio till 7:45.” chuckled a voice behind you. Your nearly jumped a foot off the ground.

It was Brian.

Great.

“Er...” don’t say it, don’t say it. But, of course, you did.

“I dunno...I guess I’m just kinda like watchin’, it’s amusin’ and all that rubbish, and I may... or may not... liketheboys more than I say I do, and I jus’ like to watch’em, tha’s all, perhaps.” You murmured quickly.

You prayed to God Brian didn’t hear what you had just said. Before he could say anything more, you added,

“Can you please not ask anymore questions? I’d rather not get into another awkward conversation, cause apparently I have to say everything on my mind.” you begged the man, your eyes pleading.

He seemed extremely bewildered at your uncanny behavior. You could gather he wanted to know why you were acting so odd. Thankfully, he refrained from doing so.

You silently thanked the Lord, you didn’t find anymore encounters while you were testing equipment. You feared one more slip up would end in utter catastrophe.

This day was far from over.

So, of course, you would be a clown in front of someone else.

A very honest clown.

~~~

“Great work, lads!” Brian chirped once you and the boys had finished the song.

“Yes, that was fantastic.” You added, as you stood up from the piano.

Brian turned to you, opening his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but closed it, thinking it was best he didn’t try.

When John opened the door, you knew you were in for it.

“Well, we’ll just be off, get some lunch. D’you care to join us Brian?”

Brian shook his head, smiling.

“No thanks, Lennon. Be back at a reasonable time, I’d like to finish this album sometime soon.”

Shit.

John turned to face you. “(y/n)? Care to join us?”

“Yeah, I would.” you replied almost too quickly.

It was strange, after all, you spend plenty of time with them. Lunch was when you would get with your girlfriends at the diner.

You had no idea what had gotten into you.

He seemed to catch on to this, and smirked.

“Hold on, was that a yes I heard? Eager, are we?”

“You have no idea.” you coughed trying to hide the response.

He chuckled at your words, taking them with a grain of salt, thankfully.

You rushed out the door, ducking your head to avoid anymore unnecessary conversation.

“Alright there, (y/n)?” Paul winked, and grinned as you and John joined the rest of the boys who were leaning on the doorframe.

“Not really.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“What’s up?”

Here we go.

Taking a deep breath, you ranted.

“Well, I was an ass to my cab driver, and Ben the new assistant, and I made a fool of myself in front of Brian. How’s your day been?” you smiled weakly.

Their eyebrows shot upwards.

“(y/n)? an ass? Never.” John gasped, placing a hand to his heart.

Your rolled your eyes at the melodramatic dork.

“Hey, I’m usually quite nice.”

John scoffed at that.

“Sure, yar’.”

“Hey, to other people! Besides you, you cheeky git.” you punched his arm slightly, making him wince in pain, which your rolled your eyes at.

“Come ed’! We gonna eat or not?”

Pushing open the door, you went out into the fresh air, as the four guys followed suit.

~~~

Sitting in between George and Paul was rather an uncomfortable experience. The fact that you were almost touching both of them, made you feel warm inside, and not in a way you wanted to think about.

“Oi, would ya move a bit?” you hissed, nudging Paul.

He turned to you, his lips dipping into a scowl.

“I’m sorry your majesty, am I making you uncomfortable? What can I do, to make you feel better?” he snarked.

“You are making me very nervous, and I’d like ya to move over.” your face flushed slightly.

Just for a minute, one fucking minute....could you say something that won’t end up incredibly humiliating?

His frown almost instantly turned into a cocky smirk.

“Ah, I see... so if I...” he scooted so your were hip to hip, and then wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “...did this, does it make you nervous?”

You pressed your lips together firmly, refusing to let anything peep out.

Don’t you DARE betray me now, I swear to God if you.....

“Very.”

That’s it. I’m cutting out my tongue.

It was then, then you noticed all the boys’ eyes on you. You lifted your menu, to cover the fact you looked like a ripe tomato.

John cleared his throat loudly.

“May I ask, wha’s goin’ on between you two?”

Paul shrugged.

“I don’t even know.”

He turned to you.

“Care ta explain?”

“Er....” you set the menu back down gently, and looked at the boys waiting expectantly.

“...I-I can’t lie.”

~~~

Part 2?

It ain’t over just yet!

Hope you enjoy this part!

Lemme know if ya want more of this one.

Hope y’all are doing well, during all of this craziness. I’m sorry I haven’t written in a long while, my creativity has been running dry, and hopefully, I’ll be able to finish some requests along the way, so be looking out for those as well.

Anyways, Peace and Love,

L.M.

#Beatles #paul mccartney x reader #john lennon x reader #george harrison x reader #ringo starr x reader #Paul McCartney #John Lennon #Ringo Starr #George Harrison #liar liar

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