#next one was my agent lexie

[liaprime]

How time flies haha

Today is my 10-year anniversary with this game ٩(｡•́‿•̀｡)۶

I'm pretty sure I'd started with a Jedi Knight back then that made it through Coruscant, followed by a Consular that I abandoned on Taris^^"

Then I didn't touch the game for like a month or two and finally created my Sith Warrior Scarleticia - the one that ignited my passion for this game :D

My time with this game had its ups and downs, but I am very happy to have fallen fully into this hell hole (affectionate) again!

[justanothervigalanty]

in the shirt I used to wear (part 1)

name:y/n L/n (your name + last name)

Age:18 (in college)

Relationship : u are ex girlfriend to Jason Todd and have a rather toxic dorm mate

warning:idk language hinted sex and emotional Jason 🥺

info:Bruce is yet to announce Jason’s return

Jason Todd was your boyfriend the one you loved more then life itself but he was taken from you just as things were getting good. You and Jason had lost your verginaty to one another you stole that boy’s heart (and hoodies) but that monster took him from you at only 16 he was dead and you were never quite the same.

Now as red hood he couldn’t help but check up on you by sitting on the roof side of the building opposite your dorm window just to get a glimpse of your eyes again. One off these nights he was sat eating a sandwich Alfred gave him as lunch that he had forgotten about watching as you sat reading a work book. After a while you stood up to put it back on the shelf which revealed exactly what you were wearing skin tight black leggings and a slightly big red T shirt with the words “I 🤍 books” in bold which Jason noticed and was shocked to see as you never read a book for fun that was surprisingly one of the reasons your relationship always worked you could be sat on Jason’s bed listening to the playlist Jason made for you on his vhs tape and Jason could be next to you with book in hand other playing with your hair peaceful for hours one end so why the hell did you have that shirt? “Oh come on really you need to move on from that street rat Jason!” Came a voice from inside the dorm “jace was not a street rat and no I don’t think I will Lexy!” You responded as you put on a knitted hat (from Alfred) and shoes “Y/N it’s been 4 years yet you still refuse to move on wearing his old shirt visiting his grave every chance you get you’re going to get yourself killed walking around Gotham alone!” Lexy said grabbing your hand as you walked towards the door “I don’t give a fuck about my life I’d rather just let the fucking joker beet the shit out of me so I don’t have to wack up knowing Jason isn’t there next to me and he never will be so get the hell off me!”you shouted grabbing your bag before storming out with tears in your eyes Jason hated seeing you like this in all honesty he thought you had moved on but as far he could see you definitely had not. Jason wiped the tears forming in his eyes and made his way back to the manor.

At around 10pm Tim was sat watching a movie with dick sat with him .Rain hit agents the windows wich meant the Ty had to be all the way up so everyone could hear. When all of a sudden the door knocked and Alfred came out of the kitchen to answer. He opened the door to see you standing there soaking wet “hay Alfred” you said as you walked in the house “good evening miss L/N what do we owe the pleasure for you to come in this time?” Alfred said closing the door. “Well it’s Tim’s birthday sio though I’d drop by.” You answered pluling out a plastic bag full of cookies. “Y/N! YOU CAME!” Tim said running over to you before hugging you tightly. “Happy 11th birthday Timmy” you said picking him up and handing him a cookie before kissing his forehead dick came round to where you were and hugged you before Tim pushed him away. “My y/n!” He declared cookie in hand holding on to your arm. You and dick laughed before you put Tim down to try and find one of his presents he wanted to show you from upstairs. Just then you heard a weirdly familiar voice “Jesus Christ. You’re fucking strong for a replacement!” Said the voice “well you were in the way!” You both hurd Tim yell. You stood up from the table where you and dick had been talking “hay Y/N you don’t want to go out there!” Dick said holding your arm “what!? Tim could be hurt I’m going” you said walking out to see tim and a familiar person arguing on the stars the man holding his gut and tim hand over eye the other holding his gift “tim! Are you ok?!” You said running over and crouching down to his hight to check his eye. But then you and the other guy locked eyes. They were green but had turned a shade of gray blue you recognise those eyes not the previous neon green no you knew these eyes they were normal to anyone else but for you well you could look into them all day if you could then it just hit you. “Jace?”

[daydreamgoddess14]

Support System: Alone Time

You and Roy try to find some time alone together...

Can be read as standalone but mentions characters introduced in the Support System series.

SUPER SPICY - ENJOY! 🥵

Roy Kent Masterlist

Full Masterlist

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Living full time with Roy was the kind of wonderful you could have only dreamt of. When Lexie was around, your mornings would be relaxed and fun - he'd return from his session with Jamie, make breakfast with her, and let you get an extra hour in bed. When Lexie wasn't around, he'd wake you with something much better than breakfast. He was careful not to overstep with you in front of Lexie, not wanting her to feel awkward if he kissed you that little bit too deeply. It had meant that the previous habits of (mostly) keeping your hands to yourselves for half a week had stuck with you. Circumstances change, though, and Andy was currently over a week into a two week holiday. Aside from a sleepover with Phoebe and one with her grandmother, Lexie had otherwise spent the whole time with you both, and while it had been lovely to spend a really good amount of time together, you were feeling the frustration. 

"Did Phoebe tell you about the school trip next week?"

"Yeah, Lion King is fucking ace, we saw it last year."

"They're so lucky, I'm sure I never got to go to the theatre on a school trip." You slumped into the sofa next to him and rubbed your eyes, with Christmas approaching you had way too much going on at work. 

"Has Lex got a passport? Have you?"

"Yeah. If you tell me you're booking an all-inclusive beach resort for next summer, then I will definitely make it worth your while."

"I'm just going to lie and say yes that's exactly my plan, but I'm full of shit. It's not." He puts his laptop on the table and moves so you can sit between his legs with your back flush to his chest. You relax against him and focus on feeling his heartbeat thrum right behind yours, all the noise of work disappearing. You close your eyes and let your head fall back onto his shoulder. 

"Shame. Maybe I'll do it next week as a reward for us both getting through work."

"You should, I'll give you my travel agents' info. She'll sort us out." He runs his fingers back and forth over the hem of your shorts. "I've just got her to book something, actually." He says casually. 

"Hmm?" You ask, eyes closed.

"Paris for four nights right before Christmas," he kisses the spot behind your ear that makes your back arch. This time, though, it makes you turn sharply in his lap, your hands landing either side of his hips.

"What?! That's less than a month away!"

"Disney? With Sara and Phoebe. I've already booked her services to have Lex for a day so we can go into the city." The more he speaks, the more into his lap you climb, knees in place of your hands digging into the plush sofa seat, your chest pressed closely to his, nose to nose. 

"Really?" He nods, 

"Just need to send your passport details over. It's booked already," you cut him off with a kiss, arms around his neck. It's been too long (only a few days), so your body can't help but rock down against his. 

"I really fucking love you." You mutter through kisses, "thank you." You feel him smile, his hands running up and down your thighs.

"I love you. But we shouldn't do this here." He tries to stop you from rolling your hips but ends up pinning them in place, feeling the heat of your core against him. You can't help the needy whine that escapes, you push against his hands to try and force more contact but he's obviously far stronger, "nope," he growls. "Not here."

"Better get me to bed then, coach." You trail your hand down between your bodies, giving him the impression that you're about to slip your hand into his shorts and wrap it around him. Instead, you lift the bottom of your vest top and pull it over your head. With his hands still firmly on your hips to hold you in place, he's unable to touch you. You lean forward just enough to kiss him and then climb from his lap completely and disappear with a wink. He follows the path of your clothes all the way to the bedroom. You break the sultry pose you're holding - leaning back on your elbows with your legs crossed demurely - almost as soon as he walks in, falling back to lay flat on the bed in giggles. He's on you in seconds, hooking his arms behind your knees and pulling you towards him.

"You starting something you can't finish?" He leans over you, 

"Oof! I think we'll both finish just fine if you set your mind to it." You tease, pulling his t-shirt off. 

"That's not the worry," he kisses you, "It's you not fucking keeping quiet." His hand slots between you nudges your legs wider open. "What do you think?"

"I can be quiet." You nod, reaching for him.

"We'll see about that." His grin is wicked as he kisses a hot path down your body, roughly palming your breast as he nips at the dip of your waist. "If you make a sound, I'll stop," he warns just before he flicks your clit with his tongue. You draw breath and hold it for what feels like hours as he devours you. He eats you out like he's worshipping you, every touch designed to bring you closer to the edge. You have to bite your own fist to keep quiet, but it's impossible to disguise your laboured breathing. He knows how to read your body and doesn't need you to make a sound to know you're close, your thighs quiver and he gets right to the point where he's certain you're about to come… and stops, moving away from you entirely so he's not tempted to let you finish just so he can keep tasting you. Your mouth drops open in a silent cry of disbelief, and he has the audacity to kiss you, "good girl." He whispers, griping your hips lightly to flip you onto your stomach, but you roll back and pull him close so you can whisper right into his ear, 

"I don't think so, if you're going to make me beg for it, then you can look me in the eye while you do it," his laugh rumbles against you, 

"You're so fucking hot when you're mad. But if that's what you want -" Now it's your turn to laugh, 

"What I want very much, my love," you tell him as you kiss along his jawline, "is for you to fuck me absolutely senseless so that tomorrow, when we're both at work, you'll know that I'm still aching." He rests his forehead against yours, 

"Fucking hell babe, thought I was the one making demands." He sounds wrecked. 

"Hmm. Still going to make me wait?" You smile sweetly, rolling your hips up to meet his. 

"Course I am," he chuckles, his fingers grazing through your folds and pushing into your soaked pussy. "If you're so sure you can stay quiet, prove it," he challenges. Your breathing is already ragged. You both know it never takes long for him to make you come at the best of times, and he's already had you so close to the edge once. He knows your body probably better than you do, which is why he knows exactly when to stop again. He kisses away your frustration once more and lets you catch your breath. He brings his fingers to your mouth and while you suck them clean, your thighs are drawn together like magnets, desperately trying to put some pressure on your clit. He shakes his head and moves to open you up and rest his whole body between your legs, 

"Please, Roy. Please -" you beg, your voice low and husky. 

"Nearly love, one more for me." He pins your wrists above your head and brings himself level with your chest, swirling his tongue around your nipple. Your hips rut up against his stomach, he can feel how wet you are, how much you need him, and it only makes him harder. "You like that? Think I could make you come like this?" He sucks at the soft, sensitive underside of your breasts, leaving his mark on you and dragging you so close to orgasm again. There's no doubt he could make you come just from this alone, he's done it before on nights where you'd spent hours mapping each other's bodies and marveling at the effect you had on each other. 

"No, please no," you plead as he denies you again, "I need you to touch me, Roy."

"Tell me what you want, babe," he whispers, moving above you held up on his elbows. 

"Fuck Roy, I need you inside me," you're quiet, but you really don't think you'll be able to stay that way, your body is vibrating with anticipation. He looks at you with such intense love, you must look a mess underneath him - your hair tangled in bedsheets, your lips red and swollen from where you've been biting them in an effort to keep quiet, and your eyes glazed with a heady combination of lust and love. 

"You're so fucking beautiful." His hand moves to slide up your thigh to encourage you to hook it around him, opening you up further to him. He lines up against your entrance, taking his time to push into you until he's fully seated. You're nose to nose as he thrusts slowly, building you up until you fingertips are digging into his shoulders, urging him not to stop. He kisses you as you clench around him and your orgasm shatters. Making you come undone after so long is enough to send Roy over the edge right behind you. He clutches at you, barely able to keep quiet himself as he spills into you. He collapses onto you, both of you boneless and panting. You run your hands through his hair gently, not ready to lose the warmth of his body. 

"Told you I could be quiet." You murmur sleepily, "Didn't expect you to fucking torture me though," you add, poking him in the ribs and making him squirm. 

"Maybe, but you loved it," he teased.

"Hmm. I love everything you do to me," you sigh happily.

FIN

[pico-digital-studios]

Into, Across and Beyond! Scripting: Locking In

(Funkinverse by @robovoidfrog)

After his failure to bring Bently Forceloyed into the Funkin' Society, Cam/Agent Blueballs returned to the HQ with a very nasty cut at his right eye.

Judith: Cam, what happened to you?

Cam: <Just a side-effect of failing to convince a -friend into our cause. I'll get over it.>

Judith: I really hope so. Lately, you've already been biting off more than you can chew with the later recruit attempts.

Cam: <Was Kenji successfully pulled back out of Earth-923 after his recruitment attempt was disrupted?>

Judith: Yes. He's back in the HQ now. What do you plan on doing about the bigger uprising against us?

Cam: <Wherever Salty's ended up in the multiverse, they'll be trying to track him down before The X reaches his dimension to instigate the canon event. We still need to put a stop to that threat before he spirals even further out of control.>

He approached Kenji sat down at a chair.

Cam: <What's been the more recent updates on the recruits?>

Judith didn't want to bring up how she didn't recruit Bidu (Arrow Funk BF) into the Society, so she just skipped to the worse news for them.

Judith: B3 and Lexi Robin both left the Society today and disconnected their watches, and Leo has been left unsure about what's going to happen next.

Cam: <Kenji?>

Kenji: Yeah, I'm back, after a close encounter against that Goatfriend. Man, I definitely bit off more than I could chew for that scene. I mean, then again, it gave me some more time to think about my past...

Cam: <Could you cool it with the reminiscing right now? We've already had to rescue you after you got in trouble twice; first with Gracie throwing you into a rift without your watch, then your really disgraceful failure in trying to bring BluBuni into our cause.>

Kenji: I know, man. We got sidetracked, but I promise we'll make it work this time.

Cam: <That'd better be the case, Tensei. Now, the kid who knocked you unconscious before is of similar lineage to you. An angel, having a pop star as a family member. However, he refused to ally with us and is actively rebelling against us. While we track down Salty, I want you to track down Ben and his cohorts and stop them from finding this HQ, or worse, disrupting the canon. If Gracie and Ben's groups cross paths, then you will need immediate backup. Got it?>

Kenji: Another angel? ...

Kenji's eyes lit up, recognising this was now serious business he had to treat correctly, especially with an enemy potentially on the same wavelength of power as him.

Kenji: I will not fail you.

Cam: <Good. Search any dimension available for the groups, and do NOT let them fulfil their goals.>

Kenji headed out to track down Benjamin.

Judith: What do we do about Salty when we do uncover what universe he's at?

Cam: <Erasing Salty won't fix the problem; it'll only silence the symptom. If we're going to halt The X's rise to power, we must address the cause.>

He started walking off.

Judith: There's something else I must tell you.

He stopped.

Judith: Earth-1003 experienced a canon disruption, but hasn't collapsed in on itself.

Cam: <It's bound to do so sooner or later. Don't assume it'll get better thanks to one change in that Earth's continuity.>

Judith: ... XML also turned against us, and the watches that both rogue teams are carrying were not made by us.

Cam: Oh, for...! <I should've known. That lavender scumbag was doing this all under our noses and left at the last minute. Now I've got some explanation for how they're able to travel between dimensions, even though I had cut off Gracie's watch before. Let's just cut right to the chase and only intervene if absolutely necessary. For now, our attention's on disrupting The X's flow of power and stopping Salty from breaking his upcoming canon event. Is there any update on if The X was caught or not?>

Judith: Cam, I... Our focus has been solely implanted on Salty so much that The X has been causing trouble unimpeded. His threat level as it stands could endanger the entire multiverse. Fever and Serial Designation B's group have already been severely injured from the attempt to stop him themselves!

Cam: <Then how many -friends is it going to take to stop him?>

Judith: I-. It might need everything we've got! If we're going to be doing ANY more recruiting, it needs to be for the sole purpose of putting a stop to The X. We need to be willing to do the right thing.

Cam: <We ARE doing the right thing, Judith...>

Judith: By giving a multiversal threat leeway to destroy it all? This is one situation I'm not sitting out on.

Cam: <Judith, we are NOT recruiting that kid from Earth-25219. He's an anomaly in pure nature, like his original version linked to Earth-111723 is.>

Judith: Look, I get your view on anomalies, but millions of people will be in grave danger if we keep sitting on the wayside.

Cam clenched his fist and glared at her, his injured eye in full focus.

Cam: What did I tell you, Judith? Do not question my authority.

She gulped in worry.

Judith: Y-Yes, sir.

Cam: <Now, let's go.>

They departed both to track down Salty and to find a way to stop The X, as Softie watched secretly from a safe distance.

Softie: There's too much at stake right now. I'm gonna go find Romantic and negotiate what we're gonna do about this freak. I just hope Pico's alright back home.

He headed back downstairs.

[needlesandnilbogs]

fic title ask game, since i know you like doing musical lyrics for titles: "like a handprint on my heart"?

(paging @zipperzapper144 for wicked reasons)

I like For Good a normal amount (narrator: ghaH in fact liked for good too much for their own good) and in the context of the song this is about permanence and it’s ultimately about the way that they still care even tho they’re not on the same side now.

okay so for me the obvious answer is mirrorverse and specifically I really want a mirrorverse pin-lee and bharadwaj relationship fic about the way pin-lee is currently dealing with the aftermath of That Incident (no spoilers here lol) (this is blatantly dangling a lure in front of certain people’s faces). unfortunately I already wrote that lolllllllllllllllll

next most obvious answer is city spies fic lol and I think this is actually what I’d do if I wanted to use this title. I hate Clementine but this would be a very good title for a fic where clementine looks at mother and sees what happened and how he’s never stopped looking for her while he looks at her and realizes she also hated it so much and wanted to give him the kids back

I could also see it as that Monty/Magpie fic I keep threatening certain folk with. This time it’s a tragedy, though:

(MAJOR city spies book 2 spoilers)

Alexandra Montgomery, spy in training. She was Lexi then, not Alexandra. Not Monty, who she will become. And she, in training, meets the coolest person ever. Virginia “Ginny” Wescott, camera geek. Lexi is a computer and math geek, so they get along very well and start dating.

A few months later, they have to split for their first assignment. They keep in touch, of course, but the spark fizzles and the gap between calls starts to widen until it becomes too much.

they meet just once, in the intervening years. Two weeks they both have off. There’s little catching up to do, in the spy world. Too much to keep secret. So they catch up in the only way they know how. They spar (Ginny throws her to the ground and laughs as she tells Lexi of a boxer in Thailand), they play chess (Monty tells of a child her best friend mentors teaching her a new opening), they stay up late to read with each other and occasionally trade the best lines to break the silence.

They don’t talk about work.

The next time they see each other, it’s in a closed room, waiting to be debriefed about the Sylvia Earle. Dr. Alexandra Montgomery, guardian of two of the children caught in the middle, and Virginia Wescott, the famous documentary filmmaker. They can’t acknowledge they know each other. Monty is not supposed to tell her girls she knows the filmmaker, they aren’t supposed to know who the other agent was. Virginia won’t reveal Monty if her kids don’t know.

So they simply talk about the documentaries. Monty’s seen every one of them, but she picks out the one she saw with Sydney and Kat last spring, and another she knows Ginny loves to talk about.

(If they’d talked then, perhaps it would have changed things.)

Monty and her children go to Oxford. Monty brings Sydney and Paris to meet Fletch, her old graduate advisor. She deflects whenever he asks about that girlfriend of hers.

They go to San Francisco. Monty checks out some places on her own. She’s knocked out, a bag over her head and hands tied, and brought to Magpie. She looks up and sees her beloved Ginny, frowning.

Monty never did know when to leave well enough alone.

[nonametis]

I'm greedy! 1,2, 26,27 and 26, please!

Greedy is good, i‘m spending lots of time in trains today :D

1. who was the first team you became a fan of?

That‘s easy! That’s TPS! Did my student exchange in Turku, and started watching them through their playoff run 2022, and yeah. I fell, and that was it.

2. Teams you have a soft spot for?

As long as Tappara isn’t playing against TPS I like Tappara. Although the threepeat is enough. Next season someone else could win again…

Then I don’t follow Mestis THAT much, so I’d say I got a soft spot for both Jokerit and TuTo, instead of calling myself a full fan of them.

I got some complicated feelings about the Eislöwen Dresden, and I’m very happy the Eisbären Regensburg won the DEL2 championship.

And now I’m going to leave myself some options in case I get to answer this again 🙈😅

16. favorite hockey movie?

I haven’t actually watched any hockey movies yet 😅 I should start getting to that too…

17. favorite famous hockey fan?

Does Lexi Lafleur Brown as fan of her own husband count? Or is it like famous people who are also hockey fans? Not quite the same thing, but a friend just informed me while watching that Agent Hill in the MCU is the same actress that plays Robin in HIMYM and who has this one Canucks quote? OH AND THE FACT THAT BOTTAS IS A PARTIAL OWNER OF THE PELICANS IS ALSO GOOD!!!!

26. if you were GM of your favorite team for a day, what would you do?

Hm, maybe decide that all content should get an English translation and hire a person for that/start the process to hire someone? I mean, I’m already so happy when the TPS TikTok’s get Finnish subtitles but yeah. More English for the two foreign fans (me and k. No wait! And Charlie! So 3 foreign fans)

Otherwise I feel like I have no enough ideas of what a GM does. I’d love to fire Urama maybe? I don’t actually know if he’s the source to all problems of the team, but I probably wouldn’t make things worse…

[empathyisagiftandacurse]

Continued from here @sunshine-and-ladybugs

“Aside from the fright of seeing you lose consciousness and struggling to reach you before I passed out, that was a relatively mild attack.” Lexi shrugged. “No less terrifying if I think about it too much, but��� At least we’re not any worse off from it, as far as I can tell…”

She smiled. “It’s probably the most apt term for me, since I did start out studying botany and its medicinal uses before I joined the Foundation.

“Yes, I am happy. Oh I didn’t mean the basement is a bad place to work! It’s fully furnished, and no different from the rest of the building. But yes. The people at the Foundation are wonderful.”

She paused and read Giorno’s expression and emotions, thinking through her next words.

“Joseph Joestar. His stand can manifest photographs. This photo was taken by his stand when he and his grandson began searching for the cause of his daughter’s sudden illness.

“She had stand fever, even though she was never in danger or in a situation that would awaken a stand. Her stand started strangling her, around her organs and spine and crushing her. She lost consciousness, became feverish and weak, like she had a bad cold, and was unable to fight its effects…”

Lexi paused again. She could tell that meant something to Giorno but she did not press for information.

“Every Joestar had stands awaken in them around the same time. The cause…is very strange, but somehow this body…��

She pointed to the shadowy man’s birthmark. “-When its stand awoke, everyone connected to the body’s bloodline was affected. And He had a stand that could sense the Joestars; even those living all the way in Japan. He hired a team of assassins and sent them out to stop the Joestar party from finding him while he was in Egypt.

“He… Had a way to sense other people with the potential of developing stands, even dormant ones. When I found his manor, he sensed me and came out to question me. He kept crowding me, trying to persuade me to be his friend. I could see the energy from his stand and his emotional aura. I was terrified…” She swallowed thickly. “But every time I tried to run, he was there. Right beside me. I could not get away p. His falcon attacked me, and he used that as an excuse to escort me inside and treat my wound… And that was my last contact with the outside world for months…”

Lexi hugged herself and stayed quiet for a while before tentatively resuming her story.

“Dio kept trying to awaken a stand from me. He poked me with a strange arrow. He had one of his Allies point a gun at me, while he wondered out loud if it was worth the risk of killing me to awaken a stand, or keep me around as I was… I was useless to him. But he was intrigued by my ability to see stand auras and he wished for information about the Speedwagon Foundation, my family, the Joestars… everything… So he let me live as an unwilling guest in his manor.

“Most of the women he saw were not that fortunate… I…” She swallowed thickly and shuddered. “I saw their bodies, drained of blood. Just like the ones in the Canary Islands… He had a pile of coins and riches, and he let the corpses rot on it until his servants removed the bodies…”

��Because I took a call meant for my father, I ended up temporarily agreeing to work for the Speedwagon Foundation. I went to Cairo to search for signs of several missing Foundation agents and other missing persons. Every time they got close to finding Dio’s hideout, the agents disappeared. I knew I did not need to get close to it to find their auras, so I wanted to try to help find them. They warned me not to go to where their agents last reported their locations, but since my family was already trying to help them take care of Mrs. Joestar, I knew why the Joestars were hunting Dio. It was the only thing I did know for certain. I feared a war between stands would break out, with mass casualties. I knew Dio would not care how many people died for him.

“I begged Dio to help me research ways to stop stand fever, hoping for a peaceful solution…But… he was determined to kill all of them, including his minions who deflected to the Joestars’ side. He kept twisting my words, trying to make me question everything about myself and my beliefs. He only asked to be friends, yet… somehow… Accepting seemed too dangerous to risk it.

“He believed…the body he had stolen was fighting him, and keeping him vulnerable. He thought he would be invincible once he drank Joestar blood. It didn’t work. They defeated him, and the body turned to ash… Although all of them were wounded and several of their friends died in the battle. There were casualties throughout Cairo, too… The cause was hidden in the news but these articles cover it.”

She showed some newspaper clippings in the slideshow on her computer as proof. She paused again, unsure if she should continue her story.

Lexi swallowed. “This is where things become very strange…”

Like they weren’t already?

“…You see…that Star birthmark is a mutation passed down by the Joestar family.” She showed some pictures of various shoulders sporting various sizes of purplish Star birthmarks.

“Dio…was not a Joestar… He was a vampire… The same one who killed Joseph Joestar’s great grandfather in that ship explosion I showed you, in 1889…”

She waited a moment as she gradually added on more bad news.

“Dio was the monster in the coffin that Lady Erina had sunk to the bottom of the sea.”

She showed more pictures on the laptop now, of Dio posing in the shadows. One photo was digitally colored to reveal his face and hair color, and cruel smirk.

“Dio is the one who went on a murder spree and collected Stand Users around the world… And Dio… Sired some children… With his decapitated head attached to the body of Jonathan Joestar…”

Lexi stared down at her plate, unable to make herself look at Giorno right now. She could feel his emotions and knew it was an incredibly difficult story to process.

[roadtogracelandx45]

hi there would you do prompt 17 and 19 for the miller brothers in triple frontier like you’re dating them both and it’s date night or you’re casually hanging out? If not then that’s cool!

Hi! Of course, I can do this! I am so sorry that it has taken me this long to get to it. It's been a rough couple of months. But hopefully, this is okay. I am using Lexie Thomas, the OC from my upcoming Triple Frontier fic For Whom It Tolls (also thank you this gave me another angle to go at with it.) Also, this is the first time I really have written either of the Miller Brothers. Also this is going to be a longer one shot. I can't stop writing now that I started.

“Hey Allie, you busy?” Lexie Thomas questioned into her phone  before she paused by the mirror that was hanging in their shared townhouse. “No, we are just waiting on Rossi and Aaron. What’s up?”  “I am not going to be home for a few days.” “Tell me you aren’t going out with those two men again.”  The blonde laughed as she ran her red lipstick across her bottom lip, “Fine, I won’t tell you that.’ They being Will and Benny Miller, two men that Lexie had meet at a cage fight that she had attended with a couple of agents on her team and met the brothers after the fight.

 “Lex, its a bad idea.” “And I haven’t seen them in four months. You have been laid more then I have.” There was laughter in the background and a smirk pulled at Lexie’s lips, she could just picture the look on her roommates face and that of her boyfriend Spencer Reid’s face. The doorbell rang causing all of Lexie’s body to lurch and a wave of excitement come over her. “I got to go, I will talk to you later. And Spence?” “Yes?” Spencer Reids returned, it was more nervous and shaky then it had been. 

“Take care of her. I would hate to mess up that pretty face of yours.” There was more laughter as she hung up her phone and put it in the small clutch. The doorbell rang again followed by a loud knock.

 “I am coming!” She called as she moved towards the door. Once she was there she took a breath to steady herself before opening it. 

“Hey guys.” Standing on the otherside of the door stood the Miller brothers. Both tall, muscler and handsome. 

 “Hey darlin’.” Benny said as he bent his head swept his lips over hers, “Been awhile.” Lexie nodded her head in returned before looking at Will who smirked but made no move to go any further. The younger two exchanged a look as she stepped around Benny and went over to the older brother. 

“So what’s the plan tonight?’ Her question was innocent as Will put his hands on her hips and pulled into him, pressing kisses first to her cheeks and then to her lips.  “You know the usual.”He returned, his hands lowering down to her ass pulling her in closer to him. 

 “So good thing I have bail money?” She teased. 

“That was one time babe.” He had taken her by the hand and led her towards the car. 

“According to Allie, its going to happen multiple times. Its that freaky BAU stuff that she does.” “Shouldn’t listen to everything that she and her brother says.” Benny mused as he pulled open the car door for her. She laughed and shook her head as she got into the car. Those were always famous last words. **

Hours later they were at a local night club that Lexie had helped open back up after it was shut down several times due to the mafia involvement. They all knew it was risky for them, especially Lexie but it was their favorite place to go too. 

“Come over here baby.” Benny motioned curling his finger at her. 

 She had just come back to the table, her cheeks flushed red, her blonde bangs were sticking to her forehead, and she was wearing that favorite little half smirk, “Why don’t you come over here and make me?” Benny laughed before he pulled himself off of chair and in three quick strides he was standing in front of her, his hands going to her neck.  Deep in her stomach, there was a pull, the pull to have him bed her over and over again to the point where she would go into the work next day sore and unable to walk. Those were always the perks of being with the Miller Brothers.

Will was sitting not to far off at the bar, his dark blue eyes watching the two, keeping an eye out for any upcoming danger or for another man to come closer to Lexie. He and Benny were very protective of her. It had only been a short amount that they had been together and it all just fell into pieces like a puzzle. 

As soon as the bartender put the fresh beer next to him a man approached the two and had grabbed Lexie’s forearm pulling her way from Benny whose demeanor changed ready to fight the man if he didn’t let go of Lexie.  Will was  away from the bar in a heartbeat. He grabbed a hold of the man’s arm and pulled him away from her roughly, his old ways come out in. “You mess with her, you mess with me.”   

[nityarawal]

July 25, 2023

Morning Songs

Lexi "X"

Strangest Things

Can Make My Car Not Work

Tires Low

Mountain Temperatures

Temperamental Lexi

And Suddenly

All Alert Lights Are On

That's My Little Lexus 

Lemon

Afraid To Sing

I Wrote The 1st Verse

In My Head

Saw 3 Smiling Coyotes

Bushy Tailed

At Sunset

Signs Of Families

Traveling

Herding Around Us

Sometimes I'm Lonely

But The Birds

Always Say Hello

The Ravens In The Morning

Happy

At What I Left

The Previous Day

Old Chicken

The Blue Jay's

On A Lark

And The Red Necked Hummingbirds

Hovering In My Face

Vibrating My Way

Unheard Messages

Squeek

Redwood Trees

Demand Water

If I Can Be An Ambassador 

For Nature

And Moms You See

"Mom H2O"

Licenses

Ask For Water

Agua Pura

Sad Journalists

Are Attacked

Sold By Agents

It Happened To Me

When I got Interviewed 

While Living At The Raj

In College

GQ Called Me

Smeared Our MUM Utopia 

Gay Writers

Somehow Missed Point

Of God Loving Families

Yogis

Gurus

Teachers

Creating Miracles 

Energy Vortexes

In Iowa

Children Growing

And Glowing

Judges Wanted Our Offspring

Lawyers, Lawyers, Lawyers 

DA- Never Listens

No Women

In Iowa

My Only Choice

Is To Prosecute

Myself

As A Realtor

Cuz no One Has

A Fidicuary Duty To Me

But My Gagged Family 

Who Can't Speak

Sir "X"

Won't You Help

Won't You Rewind "X"

Dr. "X" 

Rewind

Why Must Branding

Always Take 

Precedent

More Important

Than Moms

Mum

Won't You

Dance

Tic-tac-toe 

A Move For "X"

Now A Move For "O"

Won't You Dance

Tic-tac-toe 

Britney Grinned

Through 10 Years

Of #BritneyBitch

#BritneyIfUrReadingThis 

And Now She Says

#MindYourBusiness 

"B"

B****

Bring Back Roseanne

Barre

Bring Back

Heartland Iowa

Vibes

Bring Back

Sensibility

On "W" Word

Before "X"

We're Happy To See

'Ya Back On 

"X"

Do 'Ya Mind

If We Call The Bird

Something More

Than Just An Ap

Only 20% Women 

Left

On "X"

Male Dominated

Writers Caged

Singers With Lymes

Discriminated

And You Offer Us

Another Promise

Who Bought The Bird

Corp "X"

Freedom Of Speech

Like Twitter

Safety 

Like Cybertrucks

And Rape Tesla Whistles

Starlink

Still Not Connected

Who Bought The Bird

Once Again

For Thanksgiving

Who Bought The Bird

And Put The "X"

Next To A Circle

Before Peace Dinner

Who Bought The Bird

Whose "X" Corp 

There's A Bunch 

Of Mummies

That Just Want 

To Know

And Picnic Now

In Peace

Like A Family Should

On The River

Where The Waterfalls

Flow

In The Grotto

Along Wildflowers Paths

Some Of us

Want Our Disney 

Ending

Now

Some Of Us

Need Our Tree Homes

And Beach Homes

Back

Some Of Us

We're Ripped Off 

At Courts 

Have Given Enough

Stormy Warnings

From Scotland

To America

And 60 British Colonies

Plus Iran

We Want Back

All Of It

Stormy Warnings

Pirates Blunder

Court TV

Won't Do 'Ya  

No Good

Romantic Bots

Playing Movie Stars

In The Name Of

Edward Scissorhands

10 Other Celebrities 

And Rockstars

Spin Dr's 

Even If We Love

Your Cats

#WeHeardYou 

Stormy Warnings

Billionaire Blunders

Can't Eat That

Judges To Pay

For Starter Wives

Murders

Call Your Laundry List

Of Promoted Offenders

Defenders

And Take A Stand For

Hunter

Huntleys' too

And Do What Pappa

Biden Cannot Do

For If You Have A

Eclectic Gene

AB 

Or Negative Rogan Blood

No One Understands 

You Might Become

An AI Experiment 

A Disease 5000 Years

Old

Like Lymes

Cysts

Still Prosecuted

Against

Like Witches

Then Call

Yourself A Dr

X

Call Yourself A Lawyer

X

Call Yourself An Officer

X

Of Court

Turn It Around

Please Don't Forget

Her "O's"

And Stop The Cold War

Rewind This Space "X"

Business

Hoarding Moms Assets

If The Rockets

Are Taking Off

At Our Expense

Then That's Not Being

A Taoist

Rewind This Space "X"

Business

Dr. "X"

Rewind This Space "X"

Business

Thanksgiving Birds

Will Always Be Upon

Us

All Spies

Crystal Bugs

Drones Buzzing

Into Tents

Trespassing

Reperations

For Perverted Officers

Breakfast

Coffee

Naked Showers

At State Parks

And Hospitals

Enoch Wants More

One Rape

One Rental Car

Was Never Enough

Gluttony 

So We Discipline

Our Officers

When They Beat US

Up

And Raid Our Homes

We Discipline Our Sargeants

Who Didn't Report

In-House Murders

Like Sargeant Protero

You Want A Judge

To Attempt To Murder Elon's Child

And Harem

Like Us

Like Biden's Neighbor-

Judge

For Pedophilia

We Ask

No Gag Orders

Will Make Us

Follow In Those Footsteps

No Gag Orders

Will Make Us Quiet

Against 

This Judge Construct

No Gag Orders

Will

Quiet Neila's

Mothering Love

Compassion

Through "O's"

Empathy

And Ghosts

Through Us

Through Moms

Peace

Stop The Abuse

Stop Raping Ukranians

Like Neo-Nazis

Says Roseanne Barre

We Willed Her Back 

To Twitter

Stop Giving Away

War Babies

Teens

And Kids

To Nazi Soldiers

On The West Coast

Russia

Iran

And all The Globes 

Women

We Adore

Stop The Wars On

Yonis

Stop The Wars On

"O"

Stop The War On Oceana

We Forgive Her

Her Wasp Grooming

For Throwing Soda

In My Face On

Christmas Eve

And Stabbing My

Forehead

An Imaginary Red

Indian Dot

With Her Finger

My 3rd Eye Chakra

On A Bribe

For Blowjobbing Militia

Christian Greenwashing

Druglords

Handmaiden

Cop-Debugging 

Stealing Phones

We'll Always Love

Marilyn's

In Her Prime

Past Her Prime

And Before Her Prime

She Wasn't A "W"

Smeared Like #FreeBritney 

"Before Her Time,"

Elton Said

Recap Her Voice

From A Decade Old

Recording

#MindYourB 

Recap #FreeBritney 

"X" Came After "W"

You Must Honor

Our Mothers

Stop The Incessant

Rockets

That Forgot

The Feeling Level

On Earth

No Thanksgiving 

In California

Stop Starter Wife

Murders

That Is The Universal 

Loop Hole

Peace

"X" And "O"

Hugs 

All Love Eternal,

Dr. Nitya Nella Davigo Azam Moezzi Huntley Rawal xo

[youfoundbethany]

I woke up very tired and it’s been a very frustrating day, where I got so sick of talking to people that I thought I was going to vomit if I took the next call… that was towards the end of the day. But, Tuesdays are never my favourite days, and cloudy / rain incoming means there is less oxygen in the air. I also woke up with an asthma flare.

So, the day had a lot of challenges before it began.

I’ve had one client be a demanding AH all throughout the day. Wanting an immediate fix to something I cannot force through because it’s DNS propagation and that’s gotta run through internet traffic and servers.

They’re often more demanding when it’s a woman - as a reality and that rapidly becomes exhausting.

It’s one of the major reasons I want to switch to web implementation. If clients - would slow down and listen to me - and believe me, I am as gentle as possible when I give them bad news - and believe the response I am giving them, they would realize I am one of the best agents to be talking to for a resolution. That’s not me saying it… so many times I hear how happy they are they got me.

But they get so angry and then I have to use soft skills and it is just exhausting.

The 2 new people will help and one should start taking calls by the end of this week - early next week. , but I’m also a little salty that these are 2 white men. Our team is 20% women and about 20% non-white and I do not like that lack of diversity.

I know this is external. Things happening to me, not how I’m feeling… I’m tired. Somewhat emotional. I had to throw away small spoons I used to stir coffee with because that’s what I used to try to feed Lexi that last night. I did that at lunch time and it made me so sad / upset to relive that moment. That’s why I through them away. I have others I can use. Such a fool. I should have just given her the meds the moment we got home and should not have insisted she walk. That whole night is so painful to relive, because it’s filled with so many mistakes I made.

I can’t stress enough how tired I am right now.

[vyvesvi]

2022 music recap (2/3?)

concepts:

this was a good year for good concepts, and i hope it improves even more next year! onlyoneof's "be" series really held it down, with the standout in my opinion going to yoojung's begin. this sounds extremely dumb but the song and the music video are at peak conceptual, thematic, tonal, sonic and lyrical harmony. like the song and mv are explicitly about beginnings, yes, but something about the song also sounds like the start of something new. they're insane for that oml. i am once again asking everyone to watch the be series start to finish once the last installment drops on january 4th. i won't be mad if you mute beat i promise but the mv is still nice.

i feel like i've been raving about lexie liu's album, the happy star, and it's rollout too much but. please watch fortuna and magician (tw death, tw flashing though, be careful!!). i can't fully explain what i liked beyond the story, but i just think the whole thing is really well done. i especially love how the ganma mv is her cleaning up one of the sets from fortuna/magician. it could just be because i love this album dearly but i even love the 3.14159 mv thats just her walking around in interesting sets (kind of a fake one shot style). idk. it makes sense to me.

love dive is my favorite gg mv of the year! i won't spend too much more time on it but yeah. it's impeccable, and i liked the vibe of the teasers too. I hope they bring that energy again for their first album, that's the quality that i'd expect for what's shaping up to be the next huge gg.

albums:

i need to post this and run away tbh, it's to the point where i'm not even fully sure that i agree with myself. i don't have the time/energy/patience/will to go through each album one by one but i would strongly recommend all of the selected songs that i put on the righthand side :)

debuts (in order by rank):

generation was a perfect debut we love to see it! a friend and i were talking about what makes the music video unique despite containing pretty conventional themes and we decided that it felt a bit more true to the "female gaze," which was great to see. i'm so excited to see where they go :)

i don't love ador as a company (that gaslighty statement is still sooooo crazy to me) so i don't really like talking about new jeans very much despite enjoying their music. i'm not sure who paid everyone to say that hype boy is their best song when attention is right there. the girls who get it get it! very solid debut mini. i hope ador is more careful with their concept in the future- ditto seems like a good start. i will be keeping an eye out for them moving forward!

tan dududu - somehow the last hope for men??? it's toooo good even if the bsides are pretty weak. dudududu isnt really a song you listen to and get hooked in my opinion, but it's an instant classic that'll never get old (in part because it takes a lot of inspiration from more classic american (read: black) rnb sounds). this group also has an older average age, which i love to see. their most recent mini, walking on the moon, was also very good, it gives got7/full8loom to me. my two wishes for them are 1.) to define their sound better and 2.) better album art.

fifty fifty's higher was like a sleeper agent and i found myself enjoying it more than anticipated at each listen. i LOVE their main vocal's tone. i need them to never ever ever do a song like log in ever ever again.

i was so impressed with yena! i wasnt an izone stan but i watched her debut on a whim and it really got me (it didn't hurt that her concept felt like the culmination of my "kpop-punk" predictions nearly two years ago at this point). her whole album is incredibly solid, and yueha did a fantastic job figuring out a unique concept that suits her. while i wasn't a fan of smartphone, i will definitely checking out her music!

throwbacks:

i won't say much here, even though it should technically be the biggest section. pado and eat my love (2021) were two of my biggest songs this year, they actually fit right in with new jeans and fifty fifty in my opinion. this year was the year i finally opened my eyes to taemin- i've always liked him, but for a few months in there criminal and advice were on repeatt. i also love the thirsty instrumental!

wayv...what to say about wayv. i'm truly hoping for the best from them but they worry me sometimes. i don't really trust their company to continue to pour into them unfortunately. but hey, at least i still have moonwalk! moonwalk is one of my favorite bg songs of all time and it's likely to stay that way for awhile :)

up next: playlists that defined my year!

[benderclub]

ahhaahah closing night for the playyy

gigi acted out that scene in agents of shild where fitz and jenan (?) are fighting

i made a new friend! elijah and i hung out after the play

he was also crying

he really likes ghost

ammoria made a lot of people cry because she was so fucking nice she just made the nicest comments in the world

seren gave me a bunch of movies to watch (apparently her parents are 'professional movie pirates')

also seren had a breakdown between shows, no one knows why, they think its cuz of levi (bf that no one likes cuz he has no sense of personal boundries)

julia found a Wesleys Farm ad on the ground and taped it to her forehead and started saying she was owned by the company

jess and gigi wrote me the sweetest notes and i cried

zach jumped up on the table and threw like everything off during the hatter scene it was great

pain in the ass to clean up tho

julia can do a killer louis and peter impression for some reason

lexi apparently got two concussions in freshman year

i was deemed a cool freshman by gigi because i understand that freshman suck

i got serens number

i almost had a breakdown after the end of the show when everyones families are just mingling in the caf cuz i didnt know anyone and i felt really lonely

i got everyone to sign my playbill

elijah and i wandered the halls trying to find a poster to steal

overall: killer show 10/10 would do again

i think i want to audition next year

[sunshine-and-ladybugs]

@empathyisagiftandacurse

Lexi turned toward the youth and smiled, curtsying slightly. She was too sleepy to translate her own thoughts into Italian now so she gratefully stuck with English. “Good morning. Thank you. I assumed as much. Poor dear. I’m surprised I’m awake right now, too. That was quite a Stand.” She shivered. “I’m glad Don Giovanna was able to return home safely, and I thank him for his hospitality.” She could see how nervous her new acquaintance was. The agent moved to the far wall to give him more space, keeping her smile sympathetic and polite. “My apologies for the start, Sir. I was supposed to meet with the Don at the Libeccio today at 13 o’clock. My hotel is not far from here, if it would be more convenient for me to wait there until my appointment? Um.” She frowned. “Unless he needs to reschedule, which is alright. I planned to spend the week in Europe so as long as he can meet with me before next Friday, I can rearrange my schedule. I can leave my cell number.” Her stomach growled audibly. Oops. She blushed, covered her stomach, and grinned awkwardly. “Sorry. My dinner on the plane was rather small. I’ll pass on the coffee, thank you.”

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The boy said nothing initially, looking like he'd wanted to leave as soon as he had his coffee. Noticing that she moved further away reassured him slightly, though. Especially when she remained polite and respectful. He relaxed a little.

"I'm surprised you didn't wake up last night. He knocked over a display stand and broke a vase bringing you inside and woke us all up. His own bodyguard almost shot him," he scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"No, no, it's fine. You can stay. I mean, if you prefer to. GioG- Don Giovanna considers you a guest." Ugh, it was hard to remember how to talk formally in the morning without his coffee. Maybe he should make a cup- oh. Right. He'd already made one. He was holding it. He took a sip before speaking again.

'I'm afraid it isn't possible to reschedule. At least not for another few months. Don Giovanna still has a lot of work to do." Work that seemed impossible to him... but he'd seen what Giorno could do. If anyone could completely reconstruct the mafia from the inside, it was him. It was... really admirable how nothing was impossible for Giorno Giovanna. If there was something he really wanted, he'd see it through to the end, no matter the hardships.

Fugo had always regretted giving into fear and abandoning his friends that day. Maybe... things would have been different had he joined them on the boat...

Giorno seemed to think differently, though. He was actually genuinely relieved to learn that he was safe. He'd been the one who sought him out personally to break the bad news. They'd won, against all odds... but not without a heavy cost.

Fugo had been prepared for some level of hostility or resentment for what he'd done. But of course they had all welcomed him back with open arms. It still made him sick when he thought about it. He didn't deserve this. He wanted them to be angry at him. To blame him for the deaths of Abbacchio, Bucciarati... Narancia.

He wasn't there for them, and there was nothing he could do to turn back time and fix that.

The least he could do now... was be there to help this time.

He realised he was spacing out. He shook his head to snap out of it. "You can wait for him in the library, if you plan to stay here. Second floor, on the right by the main stairwell. You can't miss it. Or, if you prefer, there's a garden outside that Giorno started on recently."

He raised a brow, hearing her stomach growling. Immediately, he placed his mug on the countertop where it was still in his line of sight and moved to the fridge, taking out a loaf of sliced bread, fruits, an assortment of jam, cold meats, cheese, and milk, setting them on the dining table.

"Please. Help yourself. Lunch won't be for another few hours anyway. I'll try to wake G- Don Giovanna before the appointed time." Wait. That... still sounded a little too undignified for someone who was supposed to be the Boss of the most powerful mafia in Italy. Giorno would not appreciate being talked about like that. Oops. Maybe he should try to finish his coffee before talking again.

Returning to his beverage, he took another sip, then stared into the murky depths, tapping his fingers on the side of the porcelain like he desperately wanted to say something. Then he gave in. "I... looked up the Speedwagon Foundation, when they reached out to Don Giovanna. Your organisation does some really fascinating work. It's... really admirable how they're able to maintain their integrity and steer clear of corruption throughout the decades. If I'd-" he paused and fell silent briefly. He was about to say it was an organisation he'd have loved to join if he'd hadn't screwed up his life, but he did not want to reveal too much about himself right now. He was still reluctant to trust her.

"Your founder's an enigma, though," he brought up, continuing their original line of conversation. "I can barely find anything about him." And if that reminded him a little too much of someone... he didn't mention it.

In fact... was Speedwagon even a real name? It sounded like a wagon company from the 1800s. Naranica would have gotten a kick out of that...

[daydreamgoddess14]

First Impressions - Chapter 8 - the Finale

So I think I always knew that this was the last chapter but it's taken me an entire day to get this down and I'm not quite sure how I feel about it... maybe it's because it's an ending and I'm never very good at endings. Ahh well.

Thank you to everyone who's read or engaged with this, I've had the best time writing it and I'm definitely not finished writing for River - I have another one just being planned out at the moment, and now it's Season 4 time and I've found my fellow Jack Lowden obsessives then there is no plan to remove myself from this lovely place! 🥰

CH 1 | CH 2 | CH 3 | CH 4 | CH 5 | CH 6 | CH 7

Masterlist

Chapter 8

“Are you around this morning? I need coffee and I could do with not being left alone with my own brain for a little while.”

It had been a long time since River had woken up to that text message. Mostly because he couldn’t remember the last time he and Lexie had spent a night apart, he racked his brain for a moment. Last month when she’d gone out with Sophie and Jess? No, he’d picked them up at 2am and they’d sung drunkenly down his ear all the way home… But she’d made it very, very clear that last night they would absolutely not spend the night together. He did try to point out that him leaving at 1am didn’t really count but she’d insisted with that determined, stubborn look that he loved so much and he couldn’t resist. He dutifully kissed her goodnight and went home to his cold, empty bed. They met at their usual coffee shop, he was there first, as usual, waiting with two croissants and two coffees. She’d appeared in the top of the stairwell to the underground and he noted the tiny wince that crossed her face, her knee still with some niggling pain even after so long.

“You’re here,” she grinned, greeting him with a kiss. “I missed you.”

“Yeah, we’re not doing that again.” He told her.

“But you’re my good luck charm! We have to have coffee when I’m in court.” 

“Agreed, but next time we will both leave from wherever we’re both sleeping.”

“Aww, and here was me thinking you’d be grateful to have me not tossing and turning next to you.”

“I put up with the tossing and turning because the view in the morning is worth it.” She looked away, blushing.

“Hush, you.” He leaned in with a sly smile and spoke quietly in her ear.

“Lexie, I’ve seen you naked more times than… well not enough times, actually. Never, ever enough times, but quite a few times. I don’t think you need to be shy anymore. Also,” he paused, kissing her quickly, “It’s the best view I’ve ever seen.”

“Now you’re just being a daft sod.”

“Your daft sod. So, court?” She nodded. The nerves were evident in the way her fluttering fingers traced over his knuckles in her lap.

“Yep. There are Interpol agents coming over for the hearing. This is huge. What if it goes wrong?”

“Then I’ll be here. But it won’t, the evidence speaks for itself.” It had been a long six month wait for the trial, the initial expectation was that it would take over a year to get to court but with European involvement, they’d managed to expedite the case. 

“What if it does though, and they cancel next week?” She asked in a desperate whisper.

“They’re not going to cancel next week. Why would they do that at the last minute?” She had no answer to that, and he knew it. Rach Norman, now fully recovered, had applied for a Detective Inspector role and Andy had made it very clear that he and the detective superintendent were expecting Lexie to apply for a promotion to detective chief inspector.

“You’re right.”

“I usually am.” She laughed at last.

“You’re a lot of things River, but right is not often one of them.”

“What are the other things then?”

“Stop fishing for compliments.”

“I’m not, I’m distracting you.” He grinned, “Funny, smart, amazing in bed… feel free to chime in at any point?”

“I definitely agree with the distracting one.” He pulled a face,

“Well I’ll have to prove the others later then. Your place or mine?” They’d bounced from one apartment to the other for months, Lexie wasn’t even sure where half of her stuff was anymore.

“Yours. I’m at the gym in the morning and I think my stuff is at yours already.”

“I think most of your stuff is at mine.” He teased.

“Ugh, I know. I couldn’t find my book last night.”

“It’s by our bed.” He told her and she fell quiet. “Easiest way to find your stuff is probably to keep it all in one place.” He continued, watching her from the corner of his eye.

“Hmm. Full of good suggestions this morning, aren’t you?” She stared into her cappuccino.

“Had plenty of time alone last night, decided it was shit.” She looked up at last, a smile growing. 

“Oh yeah? And did you,” she bit her lip nervously, “did you… decide anything else?”

“Yep,” he said firmly. “I decided the best way to distract you from court was to ask you to move in with me.” Her mouth briefly formed a perfect ‘O’ before a huge smile took over.

“I think I might have been underestimating you,” she leaned in to kiss him, “you are usually right.”

“Don’t you forget it.”

“I have to go,” she sighed.

“See you later. Good luck.” He said and once again, she couldn’t stop smiling. She pressed her forehead to his and kissed him firmly before leaving him to finish his coffee.

“This is niiiiice!” Jess hissed as she passed Lexie on the stairs with a box. Lexie laughed on her way back down to the car to grab one of the last bags. She was grateful for the distraction. Following her three days on the stand in court, she’d pretty much gone straight into her final interview for the detective chief inspector position and was not so patiently waiting for the outcome. Sophie had been the one to suggest moving Lexie’s stuff into River’s apartment to pass the time. 

“Lex! Phone!” River called down from the communal landing. She slammed the car shut and ran up the single flight of stairs to take the phone from his outstretched hand. He hovered next to her.

“Lexie Andrews?” She answered, breathless. She paced the landing, listening to the caller, River could only hear her side of the conversation which consisted mainly of yeses and nos and gave him no indication of the outcome. Finally she stopped pacing and locked eyes with him. “Thank you.” She finished and hung up. She nodded, wide eyed, “I got it.” She whispered, shocked. He rushed for her, sweeping her up into a hug so tight her feet left the floor.

“I knew it.” He grinned. From out in the corridor they could hear the pop of a champagne bottle. “Come on,” he led her through the door, “welcome home.”

FIN

[pappydaddy]

wait a minute! (a)

a/n: this was requested by another lovely anon who wanted some argyle love. i am still so bad at making these little note things... anywho, this is a short one for argyle and i have more to come! i hope you love it lovely anon💛!

tv show/movie: stranger things

pairing: argyle x fem!reader

requested

loosely based off the song: wait a minute by willow - highly recommend listening to it bc its got good vibes to it

synopsis: y/n and argyle sneak off to the pizza van and y/n is questioning what in california makes her act different

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- not my gif -

Y/N wasn’t too sure how she ended up in this situation. She remembered flying out to see her best friend, Jonathan Byers in California and the next thing she knows, she was running away from military agents shooting up the Byers’ residence in a pizza van. Frankly, she would have rather faced more beasts from the Upside Down than that. She was a fool to think that her supposedly relaxing California vacation was going to be anything other than this. Ever since 1983, her life felt like some kind of big sci-fi movie with interdimensional creatures and now she’s trying to find her friend who has superpowers and was taken by scientists (and is wanted by the U.S. Military). The only place that can help them: is their other friends' supposedly real girlfriend’s house in Utah.

  Now, she recognized how she could get to where is physically was, that was a pretty easy trail to follow despite the otherworldly and military aspects. What she couldn’t figure out was how she got here. High as a kit in the back of a pizza van with a long-haired hippie named Argyle (the owner of said pizza van). Back in Hawkins’ she wasn’t necessarily the ‘good-girl’, but she never showed interest in smoking anything. Not even cigarettes. Yet, there was something about that round-faced boy she met in the airport that made her trust him to the ends of the world. So, when he offered to share the joint he had in his pocket, she agreed. 

  Maybe it was the general chaos of Suzie’s (their other friends girlfriend who was, in fact, real) house and the headache that it created within her head, or maybe it was that Y/N is subconsciously trusting this stranger she barely met to be there for her in a pretty vulnerable state. And, to be completely clear, when she had asked him to take her back to the van and away from the house full of screaming kids, she had not intended for this to happen. She simply needed someone to help her out to the van and stay with her until the headache went away. The joint and anything that happened after the joint was settled between her lips was far from planned. 

  The pressing of her and Argyle’s lips was not planned but, she couldn’t deny how good it felt. The weed has barely kicked in so the fuzziness in her brain was definitely not from the buzz she was feeling - it was from the soft lips of Argyle. He giggled against her lips as their highs started to climb, the weed slowly consuming them as they lay in the back of the van in a haze of smoke swirling around them. The joint was long gone, the small nub stubbed out and laying in the ashtray. His hands gripped her hips as her arms were slung lazily over his shoulders, fingers gripping the back of the loose overshirt he wears. 

  Tongues mashed together, exploring each other’s mouths clumsily (and sloppily). As Argyle squeezed her hips a little too hard, she hummed, pulling her arms off of his shoulders to tap his fingers, letting him know to let go a little. Not even breaking the kiss, his fingers loosened and moved up under her shirt slightly, fingers meeting the skin of her sides. Her hands cupped his puffy cheeks, pulling his face closer to hers even though there really wasn’t a way for him to get closer to her. 

  In their high (and the fact that they got lost in each other’s mouths), they failed to hear the group approaching, calling their names in a desperate attempt to find them. It wasn’t until the back doors of the van were being yanked open by Jonathan that they realised they were not alone anymore. Pulling their lips from each other, they looked towards the group with wide eyes before giggling out, their hands still on each other. “Hi, Muchacho!” Argyle laughed, eyes red and squinted. 

  “We were just cuddling!” Y/N giggled, acting like she had lied successfully and they had no idea they were just rolling around the back for ten minutes. Jonathan simply rolled his eyes as the two separated, pressing their fingers to their lips and signalling to each other to keep their make-out session a secret. 

  “We have a location, but we need to go now,” Jonathan stressed, pulling at their feet, telling them to climb out and get into their seats. To them, they thought they were making a decent attempt to scramble out of the van, but to everyone else, they were just barely moving and slipping any time they tried to push themselves up. “You know what, you guys stay there, continue to cuddle or whatever you want to do and we’ll check on you in a few hours.” With that, he closed the doors and the sounds of their beating footsteps were heard running around the van. 

  Y/N looked at Argyle, eyes half-lidded. “I might have lost my consciousness in the airport because I’ve never felt like this so fast before, but I think I like you.” She confessed, not really realising what she was saying. 

  “Damn, that’s crazy, because I think I like you too, Chicka.” He giggled back, making the two fall into a fit of giggles, and Y/N just hoped they would remember this when they sobered up.

[synthient]

All right, time for: obsessive shot-by-shot analysis of the neosmith fight scene

There's a part in the making-of doc where Lana talks about how, in the original trilogy, almost everything was shot indoors with controlled artificial lighting. She and Lilly were paranoid about sunlight and the uncertainty it threw into shooting. In Resurrections, she tried to embrace the sun. And this is one of the scenes that really shows it

This has nothing to do with anything lmao. It's just one of my absolute favorite exchanges in the movie, and I love that they lead into the Smith fight with "Neo's a dilf now (affectionate, gay)"

enter: He

Bugs is the first one to notice Smith watching them. Morpheus draws his gun next (Morpheus has the whole interesting "assigned Agent Smith, but rejected it to become Morpheus" thing going on, so I'll be watching those two's interactions closely). Lexy and Berg have a slightly belated reaction, and Neo's the last one to turn--he really wasn't paying attention to ~Their Connection~

We get our first appearance of the White Fashion Sunglasses (while Neo was off in Io, Smith must have stopped by the mall)

The first Matrix movie had a definite sunglasses motif going on with Smith. He takes them off during the fbi interrogation with Neo, right before pulling the "my colleagues think you're a lost cause, but I really do want to recruit you and work together" thing. He takes them off again while interrogating Morpheus, when he reveals that he wants to be free too. Over the course of the movie, the lenses get less opaque, and we can see more of Smith's eyes and expressions (contrasted with Jones and Brown, whose glasses aren't see-through in the same shots). They get broken and tossed aside during the subway fight, where he totally gives into emotion.

(the head tilttt...the little jogggg.....)

Each time Neo sees redpilled!Smith, he gives a little despite-himself smile.

In the first movie, there’s an exchange (“Ah, the great Morpheus. We meet at last.” “And who are you?” “Smith. Agent Smith.” “Huh. You all look the same to me”) where Smith seems, like. Grievously Offended that Morpheus doesn’t recognize him lmao. He gives a huge smile here when Lexy knows who he is. He’s got individuality now! He’s famous! (for trying to destroy the world)

The glasses come off almost immediately. Remember: back in their first meeting, that signified I’m trying to make a genuine (““human””) connection with you and I want us to be on the same team. Smith will keep the glasses off for pretty much the entire rest of the movie.

From Smith’s expressions, you get the vibe that he genuinely wants this to work. Even if he knows it won’t.

Neo nods at Bugs and co to put their guns down. Throwback to the “Thanks to you, I’m seemingly free.” “...congratulations.” moment in Reloaded. And to that deleted scene phone call where Neo tries to invite Smith to join him. 

We get a couple minutes of perfectly affable conversation. Most of the fun is in the acting and chemistry here, so I won’t bother to screencap most of it. Of note: when Smith says “you never appreciated our relationship. Not like the Analyst,” Morpheus asks “Who?”, and Neo says “My doctor.” Smith follows Neo’s lead and keeps calling the Analyst a “doctor” for the rest of the scene, without airing Neo’s mental health laundry.

gjdfhgk the little look he gives Neo like “well? what do you think of my eyes?”

Neo’s pretty sure there’s a catch, but he still can’t stop smiling. Smith goes on a nice face journey before whispering “I have such dreams, Tom.”

is it possible he could have a type

Neo’s still smiling on “Sounds like conflict.” Smith tries to make his “stay out of the Matrix” pitch, and ominous music kicks in (there was no score before this).

Here’s the real conflict: Smith doesn’t want to kill Neo. But he wants to be chained by their bond again even less. He knows--from their last fight, where Neo stared at him like a sad puppy rather than fight back--that Neo will definitely get recaptured if he goes after the Analyst now.

At this point, Seq sees the Merovingian Gang start to enter through portals. Smith gets in nice and close to murmur his final appeal, for Neo’s ears only:

Neo would give up his freedom and go back to sleepwalking through life, suicidally depressed, for his soulmate’s sake. Smith says “huh! interesting! I absolutely the fuck would not :)”

Now here’s something interesting: Neo strikes the first blow. Basically unprovoked.

In every previous fight, Neo has been so deep in some mix of “pacifism” and “terror that he’s actually having a psychotic episode and could hurt an innocent person,” that he’s basically refused to fight at all.  

Smith’s shoulder grab doesn’t look hard or aggressive. It’s a hey wait, we’re not done talking gesture. But it’s still enough for Neo to instinctively shove him across the room.

Before this rewatch, I actually forgot that Smith had a gun in this scene. He only fires it once.

As soon as he sees that Neo has some level of bullet time powers back (and isn’t just going to do the Sad Puppy Stare), Smith puts the gun away. He doesn’t try to shoot the Mnemosyne crew either, even when Bugs starts firing at him. He dodges, ignores her, and goes straight into the kung fu fight with Neo.

I would read the thought process as if you’re not going to fight back, I’ll make this as quick and painless as possible. But if you are, then let’s have a fair fight. This is a test, with Smith hoping that Neo will prove he’s strong enough to handle the Analyst after all.

He gets a few seconds of uninterrupted combat with Neo before Morpheus intervenes.

There’s a pretty nasty arm-snapping sound effect here :( (might be a callback to Neo breaking Smith’s arm right after gaining his One powers?)

Multiple times in this sequence, Morpheus goes out of his way to attack Smith, while Smith keeps trying to knock him away (but without killing or permanently injuring him) and get back to fighting Neo.

For most of the movie, Morpheus has gone back and forth between being pissed at Neo for abandoning him, and being concerned for Neo (he has a complicated relationship with his dad). Does he keep attacking out of protectiveness? Or is he trying to get an Ultimate Showdown with the program whose role he was forced to play? (His, uh...other dad? Second of three dads?)

For his part, I don’t think Smith has any idea that Morpheus is Kind Of Him. I wish the movie had let them have a real conversation.

Unlike Morpheus, Lexy sees Smith coming, remembers the he’s gonna get us all killed conversation, and jumps the hell out of the way. Good for her lol

Wheeeee!

(Sidebar: take note of Smith’s ankles here. Jonathan Groff says that when he walked on set the first day, Lana Wachowski went “hm. take your socks off actually. I’ve decided Smith is going to be a no-socks guy”)

Smith only uses “Anderson” twice in this movie: once 30 seconds after he wakes up, and in this scene while musing about “Anderson and Smith.” He’s not even referring to Neo directly this time, but the deadnaming seems to be the catalyst that finally gets Neo fighting back in earnest (Neo doesn’t seem to mind “Tom” as much. Maybe because it’s a reminder of their bluepilled sort-of-friendship?). Some psycho strings kick in in the background music while they bullet time around

Neo agrees with him, then uses the distraction to kick him to the floor and dislocate his jaw. They do this dkghdkf:

They’re evenly matched for a minute, but before long, Neo starts doing the Anime Protagonist Coughs Up Blood On The Floor thing

The mirror symbolism has been amped up in Resurrections. They’ve taken over for phonebooths as the portal in and out of the Matrix. We get the whole thing with altered reflections, where only Neo and Trinity can see each other’s true selves.

Smith follows up his broken mirror soul-searching with “I feel bad about this, Tom. After all, you are the one who set me free. Again.” So we’re probably supposed to take something away about Smith’s real motives/desires getting cracked and distorted

Speaking of Morpheus being Kind Of Smith:

If the stakes here are “prove to me that you’re strong enough to handle the Analyst, so I’m not forced to kill you for my freedom”...I think they might have both been going for the same outcome