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lyricalt · 1 month ago

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red spy x red sniper, ostentatious

rescue scenario. :o)

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Sniper has never had such mixed feelings when he hears gunfire from the outside the room. It goes on for two agonizing minutes before the locked door rattles and Spy kicks it open. Sniper stays very still and very quiet.

Spy scans the room, eyes stopping for moment at the ominous dark pool in the middle, before he glances upwards. When he spots Sniper, all tied up and dangling from a very creative set up involving a crane and some rope, his ensuing grin is one of the most heinous expressions Sniper has ever seen.

“Allo, my dear. It is I, your knight in shining armor,” Spy announces, full of unchecked malicious glee. He takes a mocking bow, the straps of Sniper’s rifle and kukri holster slipping from his shoulder, unused to the weight. “Here to rescue you, for a very reasonable fee.”

“I’m shocked you didn’t try to up your payment,” Sniper says dryly, looking down at him. At least Spy had found his weapons. They won’t have to go back looking for them.

“You appealed to my chivalric nature. What can I say, I see a pathetic, teary-eyed damsel in distress, and I must help.”

Against his will, Sniper flushes. He ought to be used to this by now. “I ain’t teary-eyed.”

“Oh, not at this exact moment. I was referring to the other times when I’ve had your ankles in the air.” Spy’s eyes flick up, no doubt getting a good look at Sniper’s tied up ankles. “Though this is a little too high for my liking.”

Sniper stays resolutely silent, fuming. It should have never come to this, and it’s not often he takes up a job where he finds himself outmatched, let alone captured. It’ll be the last time he’ll try to assassinate a casino owner with a secret underground lair filled with several predatory aquatic animals as pets.

Spy continues to be a bloody bastard about it. He meanders along the catwalk towards the crane’s controls. To Sniper’s complete dismay, Spy seems to be dressed fancier than usual. He’s swapped out the RED uniform suit for something sleeker and darker. It reeks of James Bond bullshit. Being cuffed and tied up above a stupid cliched bottomless pool doesn’t help matters. Spy must be tickled pink, which makes this situation all the worse.

Spy taps a few buttons and Sniper goes swinging towards the side, no longer above the pool. He inspects Sniper, now dangling directly over him, and pats his jacket for something that is probably no good. “My my my, ran into some trouble, have we?”

Sniper groans. A camera shutter goes off. He attempts to turn away, which only causes the rope to swing and spin him in a humiliating circle. It takes him two full rotations to say, “Don’t you got—enough blackmail on me?”

“No, this is for my own diary, for when I need a laugh,” Spy says, putting away the camera. “I’ve already composed the entry; ‘Dear diary, today mon paramore bête completely fucked up his own mission and begged me to come save him-’”

“Put me back over the pool,” Sniper says impassively. “I’ll take my chances with the sharks.”

“Don’t be silly. Shall I shoot you down? I have been working on my accuracy,” Spy says.

To Sniper’s horror, Spy unslings the rifle and points it at him, one-handed with no steadying arm, and no scope attachment of any kind. There are bullet trajectories to keep in mind, and air blowing from the industrial vents in the ceiling so that means there’s negative windspeed, at a spin angle due to Spy using his left hand.

“Oh, no. Just pull that red lever right there, thanks,” Sniper says, his voice going a smidge higher when he catches Spy closing one eye to line his sights. The wrong eye. It has to be a joke, he knows, but the professional sharpshooter in him is screaming in revulsion. “The lever, Spy. Please. Red one. Right there. That should let me down nice ‘n easy.” He screws his eyes shut. “Oh, for Chrissakes Spy, at least use the scope-”

“When have I ever let you down easy?” Spy asks, smirking, and fires.

Sniper presses his lips together when the bullet whizzes by his ear. Spy adjusts his aim using the correct eye. To his credit, Sniper doesn’t yelp as the second bullet rips through the bit of rope above him and drops him down. He doesn’t even want to know how close it’d been to hitting his head, though landing on the ground seems to knock all thoughts from his brain anyway, along with all the air in his lungs.

“Didn’t even bloody catch me,” he wheezes the second he stops laying there stunned on the floor. It’d been a good six meter drop. “What kinda hackjob rescue is this?”

He attempts to sit up, whirly birds and stars still spinning in the air, but Spy kneels down by his side, one steadying arm circling around his back.

“My apologies, that comes with the luxury rescue package,” Spy says, patting Sniper’s body to check for any broken bones. “Where I ride in on a horse with champagne and sweep you off your feet. Confetti fires from my gun and a live band plays a song of your choice.”

Sniper is so indignant he almost doesn’t notice Spy pressing a quick kiss against his cheek. He blinks and spends the rest of the time staring at Spy’s hands while they try to undo the binds and cuffs around his ankles.

“I should carry you out,” Spy says after a while, reaching into his pockets for his lockpicking tools.

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare,” Sniper growls.

#sniperspy #bloody suit #sniper x spy #promptfic #tf2 #i had 20 more jokes in this i had to cut out...

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mazeofyeni · 5 months ago

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⭕. !!: ° ... YOUTUBE : SKZ-LOG !! ‧ ₊˚

↺ ▪️ ࣪ ˖ ∿ 07.31.24 , skz-log for 2024 stayweek !

OUTFIT FROM VIDEO !

Walking down the streets of Milan, Italy with the rest of the group , evie holds the tiny camera up turning it on.

" walk on this side of the street there's a car ." chan moved her to the side. "today we're in milan ." she said. "we're going ...." turned to chan. "oppa tell them where we're going." she put the camera in his face. "somewhere." she deadpanned at him , he smiled at the girl. "ah, so annoying."

"who's going in what car ?" seungmin called out. "you're in this one." chan pointed to the car he was in. "let's go stay."

she got in the back seat with felix and chan , turning her camera off now that they were in a car with a camera set up.

"evie ." chan handed her a mic to hook up to her shirt. "thank you." she took the small device , hooking it on her shirt like so.

she munched on a sandwich as they took off down the roads of milan. "it's good." she gave the camera a thumbs up. "every single time i'm forced to sit in the middle." changbin then spoke up. "shortest goes in the middle."

"you can confidently say that knowing we're the same height." felix laughed next to her. "yah , youngest , youngest sits in the middle." the elder said clearly a bit flustered from the girl.

she sat quietly , listening to them talk back and forth , changbin telling random stories and occasionally shouting to the top of his lungs , she glared at chan through the mirror as she covered her sensitive ears. "you picked me for this personally i feel." he laughed. "have i wronged you in any way oppa?" she said. "ah cute." he just smiled at the girl.

chan put down the roof before driving off , her hair going all over the place. "yah , evie." han laughed as her hair wrapped around her face , they all laughed. "evie? you okay?" chan asked , she smiled. "yeah." she gave him a thumbs up. "i'm okay." felix helped her move her hair from her face , smoothing it to the wrapping a hair that he kept in his wrist around the loose ponytail. "there you go." he swept the fly-aways from her face.

they finally arrived at the dessert place. "if someone asks what we do , just say we're a rock band." han said. "like paramore?" she said humming their song from the band. "just say we're youtubers." jisung said.

they got out of the car , walking into the loud restaurant , her stomach growling at the sight of the desserts , making changbin turn to her , she smiled her face turning red in embarrassment. "i guess that sandwich did nothing." he said she nodded.

"that one." she pointed to the chocolate mousse. "can I have that?" she spoke to the cashier. "and a chocolate creme puff?" she smiled. "thank you so much."

"evie." felix handed her a latte. "your teeth are gonna rot from all this sugar." she took the drink. "yongbok." she said. "your nagging again."

they continued on their way down the streets , the convertible back down as she sipped on her latte , sitting back watching the scenery. "you look at peace." felix said , she nodded. "it would be a perfect picture time if i wasn't scared to move to get my phone."

they finally reached their destination a pretty villa , she pulled out the small camera again. "look at this." she turned the camera. "it's like a movie oh my god." she gasped. "it's so pretty."

she filmed random places as they toured the house. "I'm gonna make a lot of money and move back here in my old age." she said. "it's gonna take a while." lino said. "I'm not worried as long as 3racha keeps making music i will always have employment." she shrugged.

"you make music too." chan said. "yeah , but you three could also buy it for me." the trio turned back to her. "you three are the richest if we do the math." she said. "if you three put your life savings together im almost certain it should be enough to buy me that house." han scoffed , the older two turning away. "you thought really deeply about that didn't you?" she nodded. "that's good , you should always have an imagination."

after finishing the tour of the villa they made their way out to find food. "there is a car coming." hyunjin pulled her out of the way. "don't walk on the side , walk in the front." he maneuvered her through the streets. "i've must've gone back to kindergarten or something." he pinched her cheek. "yah!"

they found a nice pizza spot , but half of them stayed outside , while the other went to order the pizza; she set up her camera to take a few photos. "ah , pretty." she smiled looking at the outcome. "i'll keep a few." she said to herself.

they had some time to spare before the pizzas were ready so they walked down further until they found a gelato place.

she got her gelato , sitting down on the bench eating it. "let me try." hyunjin took a bit from hers. "here." he gave her some of his. "i do not like that." she said scrunching her face up. "it's grape." he said. "i don't like it." she said taking a bite of hers.

she finished her treat on the way back to pick up the pizza , but it would take a little longer , so she just walked back to the villa. "I'm alone right now." she said. "fortunately I'm not lost." she laughed. "it would be scary if I was." she said. "they probably wouldn't even look for me— no chan would , but do I really want to hear the nagging that comes with that." she shook her head. "absolutely not!"

she walked back into the villa , sitting down at the table. "what took you so long?" lino asked. "i waited a while , but it got too hot so i came back alone." she said.

everyone came back eventually and they all sat around to eat pizza. "here." chan handed her a kebab since she really didn't eat pizza. "thank you." she smiled , unraveling the food taking a bite. "good?" she nodded giving a thumbs up. "good."

the conversation of their new dorm arrangements came up. "evie you're moving in with hyunjin and changbin?" she nodded. "not sure when i drew the short straw , but yes i am." she said, both of them turning to her. "yah what does that mean!" they laughed at the loud man. "well no i take that back , hyunjin wakes up before me so that's good and oppa can cook so." she said. "that's all it takes to raise a evie." changbin said. "I need someone to wake me up and cook me food , if I was capable of doing those I could live alone."

"well that and you're paranoid about everything else." seungmin said. "well yeah , so no actually I couldn't live alone."

"does anyone have a fan they remember." changbin said once the topic of fans was brought up. "ah!" she said. "there was a fan from debut days when I was really struggling and she gave me a heat pack and told me everything would be okay , and in that moment everything felt like it had magically switched." she explained. " like she took all the stress away." she nodded. "exactly like that."

they spent the next hour or so just talking to each other , laughing and reminiscing about the last 7 years as a group. "I'm sure it's the same for everyone, but with skz continuing as nine members I didn't hesitate at all."

they all agreed, "how else would we be able to work?" she said. "we can't function without each other." they nodded. "i don't see myself making music if it's not with stray kids , I couldn't do it." she said.

"it would be too hard."

©️MAZEOFYENI

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dabisair · 11 months ago

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Dabi x gn!reader

Warnings: talk of death, reader is implied to be in therapy, Dabi is definitely nothing like Dabi, soft Dabi.

A/N: Uhh I guess I just need a hug? That's it, that's your summary too. Reader just needs a hug.

“Tell me why I’m humoring you right now.”

“Because you like me more than you want to admit.”

“Ha ha ha. Very funny, doll.”

“Because I knew you would be awake, and you knew you would answer?”

“Alright, alright,” Dabi sighs, shifting fabric reaching your ear as he moves, “so?”

“So…”

“Th’fuck’re you callin’ me for at two in the morning?”

“I don’t- sorry, I know, I just… I can’t put it into words, I guess.”

“Whatever.”

“I don’t really have a reason to be here, you know?” you pick at your quilt. A panic attack was keeping you awake, and you hoped that talking to someone as apathetic and uncaring as your raven-haired paramore would help, “I don’t have a purpose.”

Dabi scoffs, the sharp sound of a lighter coming to life bringing a small smile to your lips, “not the person you should be talking to about that, doll. I ain’t no help. Call that stupid bird, he’s a hero, he can help.”

“Yeah, that’s why I called you. I’m offended, honestly. You think I’d call him? Ew. Gross. I’ll pass.”

The howl of laughter that escapes Dabi - pure delight and ecstasy at your disapproval in regards to the wing hero - brings a bigger smile to your lips. Calling Dabi, well, that was the right choice. Talking to him was already helping!

“Tell me what else you’d pass on~”

“Oh my god, everything? Whatever comes out of his mouth is just pretty words and prettier lies. I have no interest. There’s little he can do to actually keep my eye.”

“Yeah~? Glad you feel that way - but for what it’s worth, I still think you should have called him, not me.”

“Why, cuz I’m sad and lonely and hate every second I spend alive? Call him so that he can swoop in on his big wings and save me?”

“I mean, sure. Better than talking to a villain about it.”

“Hey,” you wet your lips, shifting on your bed, “you are a villain. You would do it if I asked you to, right?”

“Do what?”

“Kill me.”

His silence carries from where he is, to where you are, a terrible weight that sits on your shoulders. It forces a sigh from your lips, “living is difficult and I don’t like it. I don’t like difficult things. I don’t like working, but I don’t like having nothing to do. I don’t like being awake. I don’t like being alive. If I had a choice in the matter, I would have rather never been here a single second.”

Dabi maintains his silence, but his next breath is one of anger. His heat is palpable despite the distance between you.

“Keep talking like that and I will kill you.”

“Date and time?” you try to joke, a nervous laugh bubbling up your throat.

“You have the fuckin’ gall to ask me to kill you and then be afraid of the prospect?”

“Yeah? That’s the funny thing about it, D - or I guess, the annoying thing about it. I am scared. Maybe when it happens I won’t be, but y’know, I like to think about things.”

“Stop thinking about it, then.”

“I can’t turn it off like that,” you huff, leaning back against the headboard, “I try, promise.”

“If anyone should be thinking like that, it’s me, dumbass.”

“But you have a purpose. You have a drive. You have a reason to be here - what reason do I have? None.”

“You have a life,” he snaps, and you think that maybe he was right. You should have called Hawks, because in your knowledge of Dabi being a villain, you had always thought he would never be bothered by you talking about the things that troubled you the most.

Evidently, you were wrong; you were wrong because his breaths are heavy with anger, and his tone is laced with distress.

“Friends, family, you have that.”

“And they have each other. My friends have other friends. My family has other family. They don’t need me - I’m not needed. My presence it’s not… it’s not needed. I don’t bring anything special or important to anyone around me.”

“You little brat,” he spits; something breaks in the background, and you’re not sure where he is, but you’re immediately worried.

“Don’t do something stupid, D.”

His laugh is incredulous, “me do something stupid? Take a look in the mirror, baby! You don’t want me to do something stupid, then stop talking stupid.”

“... okay. Fine. I see your point. I still don’t want to be here.”

“Because no one needs you?”

“Yeah.”

“I need you.”

You jump in your skin, hearing double. There’s a knock at your window. You stare at him, leaning against the glass, eyes illuminated by the azure flames he has simmering in his chest.

“Uh--”

“That date and time you wanted? Right fucking now,” he gives your window a good whack with flat of his fist. The blow is strong enough to put a few cracks in the glass, “open the fucking window.”

You drop your phone on the nightstand, not as scared as you thought you might be. He’s pocketing his own phone by the time you get to the window and unlatch it to let him in. He backs you right up to your bed, knocking you down onto it with his chest.

His finger is in your face as he leans over you, rage making the skin under his eyes bubble, “I’m not your therapist.”

“Nope, no, no you’re not.”

“But I know when you’re panic-talking.”

“Source needed.”

“Source being how well I fucking know you.”

You reach up to cup his face in your hands, the realization settling in that you actually scared him. Now you feel the tears gathering in your eyes, taking a deep breath to stabilize yourself. It becomes more difficult when he covers one of your hands in his.

“Sorry,” you muster, “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

He makes no effort to deny it.

“I just - I just struggle to find a reason to be here - to want to be here. It takes too much effort to be alive.”

“Then let me be your reason - tonight, at least,” he leans back, balancing on his knees as he shucks off his jacket.

You feel infinite amounts better when his weight settles against you, arms wrapping tightly around his neck. Weary eyes slide closed, fingers twisting in the back of his loose shirt.

“Next time, just tell me you need a hug.”

“Okay.”

“You’ll have to make this up to me,” his words are warm, face nuzzling against your neck.

“Okay.”

#dabi x reader #reader x dabi #dabi x you #dabi x y/n #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia

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lavendercharm · 11 months ago

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Linger, Chapter 4: Burning Down the House

A/N: I simply had to include both versions of this song - I was raised with Talking Heads but the Paramore version is what I’ve been listening to a lot recently, and what I thought of when naming this chapter.

Summary: From the moment you meet her, you can't stand Melissa Schemmenti.

Warnings: Strong Language

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Your plan begins with Janine Teagues.

You spend the whole drive home positively seething, so caught up in your rage you nearly run a red light and forget to use your signal on three of your turns. You never forget to signal, which makes you even angrier. Even when you’re not caught in her physical orbit, Melissa Schemmenti finds a way to piss you off. You feel like it’s eating you alive, the pressure building until you’re sure you’ll explode.

When you arrive home, you storm inside, slamming your front door. Framed art pieces and photos rattle on the wall. Throwing your bag across your living room, you begin to pace, breathing heavily. Your mind races and your eyes dart around your apartment. The one word bouncing around inside of your skull: Revenge.

The pressure that had been building inside of you begins to lose steam as you realize something crucial: You know almost nothing about Melissa. You know she’s stubborn, loud, arrogant, breathtakingly gorgeous, and impulsive. You know she makes your skin tingle and your heart pound. You know she’s phenomenal at her job and she loves her kids - you’d never dream of doing something that would affect the kids and their learning. You want her to feel as personally attacked and downright fucking inconvenienced as she’s made you. But you don’t know how to hit her where it hurts. How do you get real revenge on someone you don’t even know?

Suddenly, you’re struck with an idea. Pulling your phone out of your pocket, you send a quick text to Ava.

Hey Ava. Could you send me Janine’s number?”

You barely have a moment to think before your phone dings.

Ew, why would I have Janine’s number saved? I guess I can look through my messages to find her.

Her message is punctuated with an eye rolling emoji. You shoot her a quick thank you, and it’s only a few minutes until Ava sends you Janine’s contact info.

You brought this on yourself girl.

If only Ava had a clue - you knew exactly what you were doing. It only takes you a few minutes to draft your message to Janine.

Hey Janine! Ava gave me your number. I was the sub for Miss Schemmenti this afternoon. Speaking of, I had such a great day working with her, I’d like to surprise her with a thank you gift when I leave at the end of the week. Can you tell me a bit about her?

Prior to this morning, you might have felt ashamed at how easily the lie came to you. Turns out your moral compass tends to stray when you have your headlights bashed in.

You scan the message after it’s done, reading it out loud to make sure it sounds believable. You don’t think Janine would be suspicious of anything, but you had to keep things airtight. You couldn’t risk her telling Melissa you’d been asking after her. Satisfied, you hit send, and put your phone down, ringer on. You’d know when someone texted you, but you didn’t expect Janine to write back immediately in the middle of the school day.

You channel your frantic energy into tidying up your kitchen, swapping out your work clothes for a sweatshirt and matching sweatpants, and trying your best to busy yourself in the hopes of shutting off your mind. It didn’t work.

Nearly two hours later, your head whips over to your coffee table as your phone buzzes. You don’t even consider that it could be someone else as you snatch it up. Luckily enough, Janine Teagues greets you at the top of the message as you unlock your phone.

Hey! I didn’t see you at the end of the day today, you must have had to run! Um, I LOVE surprises! They’re basically like secrets, which I love getting but hardly anyone ever tells me their secrets. I don’t know why, I’m a great secret keeper. (You doubted that.) But surprises are so much fun! Melissa is a really private person, but lucky for you, I’ve managed to crack that tough exterior! She probably wouldn’t want me to tell you about her but I will, since it’s for a surprise!

Her message continued on, a practical master’s thesis of a text. It seemed Janine rambled just as much over text as she did in real life.

Eventually you strike gold.

You send Janine a very sincere "thank you" text, telling her she’s given you the perfect idea for a surprise. You promptly turn her texts to Hide Alert . You couldn’t risk Janine’s inevitable follow up messages distracting you. You tied your hair back, sent a mental thank you to Past-You for taking some digital art and marketing classes in college, and put your master plan to get revenge on Melissa Schemmenti into motion.

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You ultimately end up asking for help from an old friend. You’d managed to make decent progress on your project, working late into the night. But once you realized your idea was just outside of your skill set, you decided you needed reinforcements. You gave her some excuse about using them for a collage. After all, she didn’t need to know she was participating in the very real crime you were committing. It gave you pause at first, when you realized that your plan hinged on breaking the law. You weighed your options. Was this revenge plot on Melissa really worth it?

After you saw how much replacing smashed headlights could end up being, your fire was reignited.

Your friend had agreed to help you, not a single question asked. Your timeline wasn’t a problem - she’d get you the files you needed well before the end of the week. From there, a barcode, a bit of cardstock and some strategically placed glue, and the key to your plan would be ready to go. As you collapsed into bed, triple checking that your alarm was set for the AM, you couldn’t help the devious smile that played on your lips. Melissa would have no clue what hit her.

Despite having gotten less sleep than you were used to, you woke up strangely energized. Getting up to no good seemed to give you an extra boost - whether it be anticipation for your scheme to fall into place, or pure anxiety. You wouldn’t let yourself think too much about it. You were in it now, and you were determined to see it through.

Having woken up on time this morning, you were able to properly get ready for your day. You showered, dried and styled your hair, and chose your outfit for the day - black straight leg jeans, a light short sleeved teal button up, the top three of which you left unbuttoned, and white sneakers. You added some golden necklaces and a few rings to finish off your outfit for the day. On your way out of the door, you were extra sure to grab your lunch - you wanted to avoid a repeat of yesterday with every fiber of your being.

As you drove to Abbott, the seed of doubt in your stomach began to grow into a pit. Were you seriously going to go back into that classroom? The woman had hurled insults and smashed out your headlights for crying out loud. And although you seethed thinking about it, you took note of the apprehension mixed in with the anger. If she has no qualms about smashing your headlights, who’s to say your face isn’t next? You might have thought the idea of another teacher taking a bat to you was ridiculous before yesterday, but the odds increased drastically in the last twenty-four hours.

You pulled into the parking lot, turned your car off, and took a few deep breaths. You told Ava you’d be back - you weren’t going to ghost this job, and not just because you needed the money. You wanted to keep your word, and you wanted to show Melissa Schemmenti you weren't scared of her. Even if I am, you thought. Steeling yourself, you grabbed your bag and got out of your car, allowing your gaze to linger on your destroyed headlights for only a moment on your way in.

You’d barely stepped inside when you heard Ava say, “Damn, you really came back, huh? I’m not gonna lie, Olive Garden, I didn’t think you’d pull through.” She was standing in the doorway to the administrative offices wearing a flowery blouse and dress pants. Her hair and makeup were just as flawless as they were yesterday. You made a mental note that befriending Ava might not be a bad thing - maybe she could give you some pointers.

“Good to know you believe in me,” you muttered sarcastically in reply. You frowned. “And I’m not dressed like a waiter today. Please don’t call me Olive Garden.” Ava simply rolled her eyes, but you could see the smile pulling at the corners of her mouth.

“Well, you know where to go, Red Lobster. Better not be late again, if you want to see lunch time.” You pressed your lips together, your mouth suddenly dry. The odds you’d beaten Melissa to work were slim, which meant you were walking into a hornet’s nest. Worse, there likely wouldn’t be witnesses if she decided to end you here and now. Still, you’d survived yesterday. It couldn’t get worse than that. Mustering up as much courage as you could manage, you made your way to Melissa’s room on semi-steady legs.

To your surprise and relief, Melissa was nowhere to be seen yet. The door was open, the lights were on, and you took note of Melissa’s things near her desk - so she was here, but the room was vacant. Perhaps she’d needed to make copies or use the restroom - either way, your anxiety grew, alongside something new. You felt… thrilled at the idea of Melissa stumbling upon you in her room. In a way, this gave you an upper hand. There was no doubt in your mind that the woman didn’t expect to see you again. You imagined the shock on her face, the surprise sparking in her eyes as her sculpted brows rose, creating a ripple of delicate lines across her forehead. The enraged blush that would undoubtedly be dusting her cheeks as her mind caught up with what she was seeing. Her leather pants catching the light and clinging tightly to her soft, full thighs…

Your train of thought was swiftly followed by the heat on your cheeks, and you frowned. It didn’t matter that Melissa was downright gorgeous. As far as you were concerned, she was a horrible, hot headed woman with little regard for others. You ignored the voice in your head that contradicted that evidence: the lasagna Janine had given you a clear indication that Melissa cared about people. If you were going to get back at her, you couldn’t acknowledge that she might actually be human.

You quickly made your way to the desk in the back of the room and unpacked your things, staking a claim to your territory. You wanted to look settled and comfortable when she got here, hoping that making yourself at home in her room would add salt to the wound. Soon, though, you were at a loss as to what to do with yourself. It felt a bit silly, just waiting there for her, and you didn’t want to look like you were waiting for her, even though that’s exactly what you were doing. You internally groaned in frustration, your tendency to overthink everything creating problems that weren’t there. In an effort to look nonchalant, you channeled the audacity of a man as you leaned back in your office chair and stretched your legs out under the desk. Bringing your arms up and resting your hands on the back of your head completed the laid back pose and you prayed you didn’t look as dumb as you felt.

You sat like this for an embarrassingly long time. Glancing up at the clock on the wall, you saw it was nearly time for students to start arriving. Just as you began to readjust your position, you heard the telltale sound of a chunky boot heel on linoleum. Your heart was apt to burst out of your chest and you didn’t even know you were holding your breath, too busy trying to look blasé while also not shitting yourself. You were going to throw up.

Your eyes are immediately drawn to her fiery red hair as she walks into the room. You brace yourself for a barrage of insults, but they don’t come. Her face is buried in a stack of papers. A grimace briefly crosses yours before you fix it. She was so focused on whatever she was reading that she hadn’t even seen you yet.

You have to be kidding me, you think.

As she situates herself at her desk, she absentmindedly grabs a pen from the holder and pulls the cap off with her teeth. Your eyes are glued to the cap held between her plush lips, the gloss shining in the fluorescents. You can feel your imagination begging to run wild and it’s only through sheer force of will that you keep it at bay. She continues to write for a few minutes more and your heart pounds as you observe her, though for different reasons than it had been a few minutes before.

She plucks the cap from between her lips and places it back on the pen. As she grabs the stack and lifts it up to align the pages, her eyes lock with yours. It feels as if time is frozen. You’re trapped in emerald pools as she stares back at you, and you feel a stirring in your stomach. You have no clue how long you both sit there like that before something switches in your brain. Slowly, you allow the biggest shit eating grin you can muster to cross your lips. You flash her the biggest, toothiest smile, and say, “Good morning.”

This breaks whatever spell had been cast over the both of you, and you see an infuriated blaze spark in her eyes as she slams her papers down. “What the hell d’ya think you’re doin’?” she growls.

You furrow your brows in mock confusion. “I’m sitting at my desk, silly.”

She grits her teeth. “I thought I told you to fuc-”

You cut her off. “Ava convinced me to stay. She said Abbott is really hurting for subs, and seeing as I’m experienced , she would overlook yesterday’s… incident.”

The attractive flush of rage had worked its way onto Melissa’s face and you fleetingly wondered what else would make her blush like that for you. Her fists were balled and you sat forward in your chair, wanting to be prepared to run in case she charged you. But instead, she bit out a threatening, “We’ll see about that,” and promptly stormed out of the room.

Your breath came out of you in a huge whoosh as you slumped forward, resting your head on the cool wooden surface before you. You were alive. You might not be employed in the next ten minutes, but you weren’t dead. You realized if Melissa got Ava to let you go, you wouldn’t be able to orchestrate your grand revenge plan. But a part of you felt relief at that, too. You were proud of how you hadn’t wilted under the Italian woman’s fiery glare. You’d held your ground, and if you were about to be let go, you’d walk out of Abbott with your head held high.

It was another few minutes before Melissa stalked back into the classroom, and her shoulders were nearly touching her ears they were so tense. She pinned you with a glare so hateful, you thought you might actually catch fire. Then, to your utter disbelief, she said, “If you so much as blink at the wrong time, I’ll have you out on your ass before you can say ciao . Capisce?”

You had to fight hard to keep the grin off of your face, so you simply nodded at her to communicate you understood. But you both knew it - you’d won this round. Yet, as she rounded the corner of her desk, she asked, “By the way, how’s your car?”

The urge to grin fled as your eyes narrowed and your ire sparked. “Why do you ask? Have something you wanna tell me?”

She smirked, and you wanted to wipe it off of her stupid, enchanting, smug face. “Oh, no reason. Been some cars getting vandalized ‘round here, that’s all. I’d keep an eye out.”

You open your mouth to retort, but you're interrupted by a shrill, “Good morning Miss Schemmenti!” from one of the students as she ran into the room. Melissa’s attention was drawn away from you as her teacher persona slipped flawlessly into place.

“Good morning, Kayla!” she replied sweetly. Her smile was positively radiant. You despised it.

You settled into your chair as more students trickled in. A storm of anger and discontent was raging inside of you, but you worked to calm yourself before the school day really began. As you watch the seats fill in the room, you see Melissa approaching you from the corner of your eye. You wait for her to reach you before turning your head and cocking it to the side. You see her tongue press against the inside of her cheek momentarily and you know she’s pissed that she has to be cordial with you in front of the kids.

As she drops some worksheets on your desk for you to pass out, her eyes catch on something. You glance down and see the tupperware containing your lunch sitting in your unzipped bag. Looking back to Melissa, you see the malicious smirk form on her full lips before she speaks.

“Decided you didn’t feel like stealin’ today, huh?”

You clench your teeth together as she turns and walks away from you. You definitely don’t pay any special attention to the way her curvaceous hips swing, her self-satisfied air nearly suffocating you. You close your eyes and take three centering breaths. As you reopen them and begin passing out papers, you repeat a mantra in your head: Just make it to Friday. Melissa Schemmenti will get what’s coming to her.

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She chooses to ice you out for the rest of the week, and frankly, you’re not mad about it. It’s better than having barbed remarks constantly thrown your way, and it’s definitely better than getting into another vicious verbal brawl. Or worse, a physical one. However, it also makes your job harder. She practically won’t acknowledge your existence unless she absolutely must, and she doesn’t include you in any of her teaching. You do a fine job answering individual questions during the kids’ work time, and nothing beats the feeling of warm satisfaction when one of them works out a difficult math problem or correctly spells a word they’d struggled with. But you didn’t feel like you were really a part of the classroom; Melissa wouldn’t allow you to be.

You’d decided to brave the teacher’s lounge for lunch on your second day and were glad that you did - although Melissa wasn’t happy with your presence there, Janine more than made up for it. She quickly introduced you to Jacob and Gregory, and timidly introduced you to Barbara, who you realized was close friends with Melissa. Barbara had a kind air about her, and you instantly felt soothed when speaking with her. You couldn’t fathom how she could be friends with the stubborn, explosive, and cruel redhead. For the rest of the week, you ate your lunch in the lounge, sitting with Janine and Jacob, politely greeting Barb and Gregory, and entirely ignoring Melissa. This was noticed by absolutely everyone.

In the evenings at home, you worked diligently to make sure you had what you needed for Melissa’s “surprise”. Your friend had sent the files you needed, and you thanked her profusely, promising to buy her drinks the next time you were both in the same city. She’d done an excellent job. You needed things to be as close to perfect as they could get. Nothing could tip Melissa off or else your plan would fail.

3:00 on Friday rolled around painstakingly slowly. You were a bundle of nerves all day, and you were paranoid Melissa was picking up on your energy. She’d given you scrutinizing glances twice and you’d done your best to ignore them. By the time the whole class had left and it was just the two of you, you felt like you were bursting at the seams. You could feel your heart beating as you reached into a small zippered pocket in your bag. Grabbing the fruits of your labor and pressing them behind your back, you cautiously made your way to Melissa’s desk.

She didn’t acknowledge your presence, keeping her eyes glued to her computer and ignoring you entirely. You pursed your lips and took a deep breath. You needed this to work.

“I’d like to extend an olive branch,” you said, pleased at how steady your voice was.

Without looking up, she curtly responded, “Not interested.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “Big surprise,” you muttered. Her gaze snapped to yours and you felt your stomach drop. Swallowing, you continued, “Look, it’s not like I’m going to ask to be friends or whatever. I know that we… got off on the wrong foot,” which was an understatement. “I just wanted to tell you that I was sorry, and I’d like it if we could at least be cordial.”

She opened her mouth to retort, but you held up a hand to silence her. She recoiled a bit, her brows arching at your nerve, but her surprise at your boldness bought you time to interject. “I didn’t think you’d just take my word for it, so I got you these.”

You brought your other hand from behind your back, and held out two VIP tickets to the Philadelphia Eagles game this coming Sunday.

You heard her teeth clack as her mouth snapped shut, her eyes wide in shock. Her expression quickly turned to one of suspicion as she asked, “How do you know I even like football, huh?”

Your cheeks colored a bit against your will. “I uh… I asked Janine to tell me about you so I could surprise you.” You didn’t like the meekness in your voice. For some reason you were embarrassed, your reasons for doing this notwithstanding.

A look of pure annoyance crossed Melissa’s face as she muttered, “Dammit, Janine.” She gazed at the tickets, almost as if she was wary of them. As she was contemplating, her teeth caught her lower lip and you felt something stir in you. God, how dare she look fucking endearing after everything. In another life, you would have liked to trap that lip between your teeth.

As your mind fought off those thoughts, she gingerly reached out and took the tickets from you. You felt your pulse quicken as she pulled her cat eye glasses off of her head and examined them. A few moments that felt like an age passed, and you thought you might explode from the anticipation.

Suddenly she removed her glasses and set the tickets down on her desk. Looking off to the side, Melissa Schemmenti crossed her arms and looked almost timid . And then, to your utter disbelief, she said words you never thought you’d hear her say to you.

“I uh…guess that’s one helluva olive branch. How could I say no to that?”

You stared back at her, mind blank. She’d just accepted your peace offering. It took you a moment to catch up and you realized your mouth was literally hanging open. You promptly shut it.

“Thanks,” Melissa said, and this time she looked you in the eye. There wasn’t warmth there, but there was a distinct lack of animosity, so she may as well have been beaming at you. As you stared back into her captivating green eyes, you felt the beginning of a new feeling. It dawned on you that you were starting to feel bad.

You had to shut that shit down.

You started, backing away from her desk and nodding in her direction. “Yeah, of course,” you say, quickly turning to grab your bag and get the hell out of dodge. “I gotta run, but, uh… I hope you have fun,” you say, and holding her gaze feels absolutely grueling. “I dunno if I’ll be back next week, so…” you trail off.

She’d turned back to her computer, but she actually glances up at you when she says, “Ashley’s still healin’ from her surgery, so you’ll be off the bench next week too. You, uh… might actually be able to teach these kids somethin’ before she gets back.”

You blink in disbelief. Did she… was that almost a compliment? Was she at least admitting that you were a better aide? For the first time, you think that you might be making a mistake.

Yet, as you stand there, the last week plays out in your mind - the rude treatment, the outright disrespect, the vicious words, and the ruined headlights on your car that you could barely afford to fix. You couldn’t let yourself back down now, and not just because she already had the tickets. You wanted to ruin her week the way she’d ruined yours - you wanted to get her hopes up and then crush them.

You grasp ahold of the rage that had been motivating you. You feel the tenderness in your heart harden to steel as a false smile graces your lips, and as you turn to leave, you reply, “Well, I guess I’ll see you next week. Let me know how the game is.”

And you leave Melissa Schemmenti with two counterfeit VIP Eagle’s tickets.

#melissa schemmenti #melissa schemmenti x you #melissa schemmenti x reader #this song is burning down the house by talking heads/i've been listening to the paramore cover like nonstop #it's so good #also obsessed with this gif #it was part of what inspired the pen cap in the mouth thing #oral fixation much??#Spotify

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fandom-imagines-stories · 1 year ago

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Resurrection

Aramis x Reader

Words: 2968

Part One

Summary: With the shocking reveal made only to Athos, the musketeer struggles to keep the reader's survival a secret from his grieving companions. Her motivations for keeping Aramis away become more complicated than Athos initially thought. Aramis and the others hunt Visage.

Notes: Surprise surprise another one of my imagines had to be split up because I cannot write short form to save my life. I hope you guys enjoy!

More Musketeers imagines: HERE

The fine lines of the weapons matched only the motions of the swords themselves. You squinted against the warm, summer sun beaming down on the courtyard while the flurry of men before you laughed and clattered away with their practice.

Porthos lunged with his sword and Aramis expertly ducked out of the way. Your lover caught your eye and winked at you, flourishing his hand with victory. You set down your charcoal to applaud, but Porthos was quicker, landing a punch to his stomach when he wasn’t looking. Only half-strength, of course, but you could hear Aramis’s surprised grunt nonetheless.

“You’re proving to be quite the distraction you know,” a voice playfully scolded. Athos sat beside you with a brow raised in a teasing arch as he examined your work.

“All the better then,” you replied, finishing a sweep of motion on the page. “He should learn to not allow his mind to be taken from the fight, correct?”

Athos chuckled. “Right you are. In fact, Aramis should be thanking you. It’s an excellent learning opportunity.”

“You just enjoy seeing him lose.”

“Well,” he smirked, “only every once in a while.”

A giggle escaped your lips, making him laugh as well. “You’re terrible.”

“You’re the one sitting here with your sketches and your pretty smile, batting your eyelashes at him while he’s trying to focus,” Athos laughed.

“What are you two talking about?” Aramis called, holding his hand on his newly sore middle.

“Nothing, darling!” You waved.

He shrugged and resumed the practice, taking on D’Artagnan now.

“That’s very good,” Athos said, looking over your parchment. “The swords almost swing right off the page.”

“Well thank you, monsieur. That’s very kind.” You grimaced, watching Aramis take yet another blow from the youngest of them. “Are you sure this is all just for fun?”

“Oh yes. You have nothing to worry about, mademoiselle. He just needs help… concentrating.” His eyes followed yours, trying to hide his amusement. “I assure you, we shall return your paramore in one piece.”

“Perhaps I should go.”

“No no.” He held back a laugh. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Athos arrived at Pinon with a swimming mind and a cautious heart. He dismounted and handed his horse to the stablemen of the inn Y/N had written on the back of her letter. Allegedly. He’d already thought of the multitude of punishments for whoever plotted this if it all turned out to be a ploy.

The musketeer surveyed his surroundings and swallowed his discomfort. Memories flooded his thoughts, but he pushed them back. This wasn’t about him. This was for Y/N.

He pushed open the door. The small group inside all turned their heads. Athos scowled and didn’t say a word.

“Can I help you, monsieur?” A woman wiping her hands on a rag asked.

“I was sent a letter from a young woman,” he spoke slowly, his suspicion clear in his voice. “She told me to come here.”

The woman’s eyes grew wide, realizing who he was, and a dark glare overtook her features.

“This way, Comte,” she seethed.

He opened his mouth to object to the title, but she was already leading him up a set of stairs. Athos took a deep breath and reminded himself why he was there. A level head was required, especially with the three reckless mourners he left in Paris. He feared the only way to save Aramis from himself was a miracle.

If this was all a ruse…

“She asked for you, sir, because she trusted you to have done what she asked,” the young woman said. Her tone still held nothing but contempt for him. While he did not blame her, he knew no amount of frustration could make him even think of returning. She put a hand on the door and stayed there. “I have not been so hopeful,” she snapped. “This woman is in no condition to be caught up in any more musketeer problems. If you’ve done anything to upset her-”

“If you are stalling because of a lie, I promise, you will pay dearly for it,” he growled. His patience- and his hope- were waning thin.

Just then, the door swung open, pushed by a gloved hand, and every doubt was banished from his mind. Athos beheld you with a sigh of relief that was cut off by a sharp inhale of shock. The marks on your face had started to heal but were still very prominent. You crossed your arms so that your hands were hidden from him. To him, the worst of it was in your eyes. The brightness he’d once known, the fire and passion he’d always admired about you, had gone, replaced by a darkness he wouldn't wish upon his worst enemy.

He said a silent prayer that Aramis and the others found Visage soon, despite the dangers.

And made it hurt.

Aramis moved like a predator on the hunt, with a fury in his step that the other two almost struggled to keep up with. While they hadn’t the faintest idea where to start, Aramis led them toward Y/N’s old apartments, paid for by Madame de Visage before she died. Both had seen the humble, but comfortable establishment before. Now, it loomed over them like the shadow of death.

Whatever darkness they felt, however, didn’t seem to deter Aramis in the slightest. Instead of going to the door, he went to the side of the apartments where a younger man tended the small stable where Y/N’s horse awaited an owner who would never return.

Before the other two could stop him, Aramis took the young man by the scruff of his neck and threw him against the wall.

“You!” He boomed, arm at the other’s throat.

The young man gulped and a wave of terrified realization washed across his features. Porthos and D’Artagnan exchanged a glance but did not move to stop the interaction.

Aramis leaned, lowering his voice to a low, threatening hiss. “You lied to me. You told me that the woman you worked for- a woman who’d been nothing but kind and generous to you- had left to marry a man she hated. Why?”

“I-I don’t know anything-” The man stammered.

Aramis shoved away from him, took out his pistol, and fired. The brick beside the stableboy’s head burst in a cloud of stone dust. The young man screamed, ducking away from the blast. Aramis rushed him again, pinning him back.

“Tell me!” He demanded.

“Please, I-I don’t…”

Aramis fired again, this time at the ground by the man’s foot, close enough to graze the side of his boot. Tears flowed down the man’s face in terror.

“Aramis,” D’Artagnan said, stepping forward. “Maybe he doesn’t know anything.”

“He told me she left me,” Aramis growled. “He told me that Y/N had married Visage and wanted nothing more to do with Paris. He failed to mention that Visage killed her, but he knew. He’s working with the bastard and I want to know. Where. Is. Visage!”

The young man stared at him, wide-eyed and sniveling. He wiped his dripping nose on the back of his hand.

“I didn’t know he was going to kill her. I swear. He told me just to make sure she didn’t leave the room and to not let anyone in until he got there, and if you came looking to tell you she was gone. I didn’t know. I swear! I’ll help you, I promise. Just please. Please don’t kill me,” he sobbed.

Aramis froze and felt as if the man had stabbed him through the heart.

“She was alive?” He gasped. “She was there?”

“Y-yes, but Master Visage told me you were the one going to kill her. I thought I was protecting her, I swear, I would never do anything to hurt Mademoiselle Y/L/N.”

Aramis couldn’t hear him. He just stumbled back, clutching a wound to his chest that didn’t exist.

“If I hadn’t been so quick to believe…” He muttered. “If I had only looked and persisted and tried…”

Porthos reached out, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Aramis-”

Aramis’s eyes snapped up, full of tears. “I could have saved her?”

These words sunk into the group like fangs into flesh. Aramis’s broken stare settled on the ground while Porthos and D’Artagnan paced behind him, keeping careful watch in case he reached for his weapon again.

“I-I might know where you can look for him,” the man whispered, drawing all of their attention. He gulped. “I may not know where he is, but I know where he talked of going with…”

“Spit it out then,” Porthos barked.

“He said something about finding the man Mademoiselle Y/L/N was, um, seeing-” His eyes flashed fearfully to Aramis. “And camping outside of the city for a few days while they searched for him to keep a low profile.”

“He could still be anywhere.” D’Artagnan kicked at the dirt.

“I’m sorry, that’s all I know. He said he would not rest until the musketeer died a slow and shameful death.” The man trembled as Aramis stepped toward him again. He loomed over the younger man, planting a fist against the wall.

“Then let him find me,” he seethed. “Let the coward come crawling and he’ll get what he wants.”

He turned on his heel and, as swiftly as he came, hurried off into the street with his worried companions running after him.

You were frozen, despite the rush of relief in your chest, and found yourself leaning against the bedpost for support. The pair of piercing blue eyes across the room stared into yours in shock. You’d welcomed him into the room with a silent nod and the two of you had stood like this for what felt like an hour. Eventually, you both worked up the courage to speak, words tumbling over the other’s.

“Athos-” You started, cut off by his stunned exhale.

“You’re alive.”

You stood for a moment longer, feeling the nerves in your limbs replaced by elation.

With the tension between you ceased you hurried to close the space between you, throwing your arms around the reserved musketeer. Athos held you cautiously, afraid that if he moved, you’d disappear.

“Oh, Athos, I can’t begin to tell you how nice it is to see a familiar face,” you cried against his chest.

When you pulled back, your face, though bruised, brought joy to his heart. You may have been a broken image compared to how he once knew you, but you were alive. You were here. Putting his own relief aside, he thought of Aramis. His friend’s suffering did not have to continue. Athos knew that, once Aramis saw you and held you in his arms, he would be whole again.

As if reading his mind, you stiffened in his embrace. “You came alone, didn’t you? The others, they don’t… he doesn’t know?”

“Though I can’t understand your insistence on keeping Aramis away,” Athos sighed, “I didn’t tell anyone of your letter. He, Porthos, and D’Artagnan are likely still hunting down Visage as we speak.”

“You didn’t try to stop him?” You gasped. “Visage has countless men at his disposal and all of his mother’s fortune, not to mention he’s the foulest creature I’ve ever met.”

“Which is exactly why it would be pointless trying to talk Aramis out of it. We hardly convinced him to let us go along as it is. Visage has already tried to kill him once- an ambush at the edge of the city- and fled when we arrived. I’m hoping his cowardice will not wear off before we return and we can have the upper hand.”

You stepped away, beginning a restless pace back and forth across the room. Your fingers fiddled with the gloves on your hands, a habit you’d swiftly developed since putting them on.

“Athos, I’m not sure that I can… that I’m ready to…” You trailed off, eyes trained out of the window at the graying sky.

Athos tried to hide his shock. “You don’t want to go back?”

Your head lowered. He observed scratches on the back of your neck from when you’d been pinned against the tree. He also noticed your attention to your hands and how they trembled.

“What about Aramis?” Athos asked. “If you had any idea what this has done to him-”

“And I would do anything in my power to save him from that pain, I would,” you cried.

“But you can!” He stepped toward you, allowing his frustration to get the better of him.

You stepped away, shoulders hunched and face contorted with a flash of fear. It was only for a moment, but it was enough for the guilt to hit him.

Athos sighed, composing himself. “If he could only see that you’re safe…”

“But I’m not safe, am I?” You crossed your arms, more protective than defiant. “I may have survived, but I’m not safe. Not from what he’s done to me.”

He nodded, letting an understanding silence fall between you, and held out his hands to take yours.

You gulped, slowly removing your gloves one finger at a time.

Though more healed now, the flesh of the back of your hands was still scabbed over and a dark, bruised color. Two of your fingers had reset slightly crooked. To anyone else, it wouldn’t have been noticeable, but for you, it felt monstrous. As if Visage had taken your body, the very tools of your heart, and turned them into something ugly and wrong.

Athos placed your hand between his, holding it just tightly enough for you to feel the emphasis of his words.

“He will pay for what he’s done,” he said. “And we will never let anything happen to you. I promise you that.”

He again pulled you into his arms. When you parted this time, you sat on the edge of the bed, pulling your sketchbook into your lap. You gazed down at the image of Aramis, with his dark eyes and loving smile.

“Things used to be so simple,” you sighed.

“I’m afraid it’s never simple,” Athos chuckled. “Especially when it comes to loving a musketeer.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Speaking of Aramis…”

You ran the tip of your finger over the paper and set the book aside with an exhale. “He’s going to do something stupid, isn’t he?”

“I imagine so.”

Putting your gloves back on, you grabbed the pistol you’d gotten from Jeanne. You held it with a fire in your eyes that Athos knew would find its mark.

“Then we’d better go help him.”

“He will be here soon,” you whined, burying your face in the crook of your lover’s neck. You wanted nothing more than to stay tucked in his arms for forever, but your patron had insisted that you meet her only surviving family.

Aramis chuckled, pushing you back to kiss your forehead. The two of you were tucked in a corner of the library in Madam de Visage’s Paris estate. You thought that the lighting here would be perfect for a painting you were working on. Aramis had gladly joined to have a break from training.

“I’m sure it will be fine. You’re fond of Madame de Visage, aren’t you? Surely her child can’t be too dreadful.”

“But he isn’t a child. He’s a rich young man who is looking for a wife.” You raised a brow. “And his mother has made more than enough hints as to whom she’d like to see him marry.”

“Ah, and you think, because she has been such a good patroness to you, she expects you to return the favor?” He moved around the back of you, wrapping his arms around your waist while he watched you paint. “You could just tell her about us.”

“Excellent idea,” you snorted. “Delphine, I’ve put that apartment you rent for me to good use for frequent rendezvouses with a musketeer. I’m sure she’ll be thrilled.”

“You make it sound so unromantic,” Aramis pouted, his mustache tickling the skin of your neck as he trailed kisses from the nape of your neck to your shoulder. “Just play nice with the son, make it clear you aren’t interested in marrying him, and I’m sure things will return to normal.”

You set your brush aside, unable to focus on the painting with your growing nerves. “That’s easy for you to say. Your entire existence doesn’t depend on someone else.” You took a seat on the chaise, letting your head fall into your hands. “Every day, I worry that she’ll bore of me, that she’ll find I’m not as talented as she once thought, and that she’ll decide to stop providing me with the life that I have. And then another part of me realizes how ridiculous I sound. I’m a poor painter living like a duchess. What right have I to complain?”

What right have I to deny her son? You thought, but couldn’t bring yourself to say.

“Oh, darling,” Aramis sighed, draping an arm over your shoulders and pulling you to his chest. “Regardless of what Madame de Visage feels, you are without a doubt the most talented artist in Paris. And you will always have a place, even if it means I have to use months of my commission to ensure it.”

You nestled closer to him. “That’s very sweet of you, but I have bought your dinner more times than I can count, my love. I don’t think we would fare well on our own.”

He opened his mouth in mock offense and you laughed, pulling his lips to yours. He had one thing right. You’d always have a place in his heart and he in yours as long as you both lived.

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sugolara · 2 years ago

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𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙬𝙚 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚?

feat. izuku midoriya x fem! reader

cw: angst, bit of gore

˗ˏˋ+ ´ˎ˗ finally founding who the traitor is, izuku isn't to sure how to tell his best friend, y/n.

❝oh, there is something i see in you it might kill me, but i want it to be true.❞

+ decode by paramore

being friends with izuku your whole life, you had developed a slight tiny crush. it wasn't to the point where you wanted to confess your love, no, it was just a crush. you could live your whole life without tell izuku how you felt about him.

it wasn't a major thing for you, because you're best friends. always sticking together no matter what, and you hope he would stick with you in the future.

being friends with izuku, also meant seeing katsuki. not that you didn't like him, he was alright. you just didn't like when he would harass izuku and because he was quirkless at the time, it was you who had to defend him. not that you mind.

you two always shared each others secrets because you're best friends. so imagine the surprise when you went to u.a. and see izuku, who didn't tell you he was enrolling. and imagine the surprise when you find out, not from him, but from katsuki that he has a quirk.

you remembered you seethed in anger. why would izuku tell katsuki, someone who's tormented him his whole life. were you not that important to him? like he was to you? did he downgrade you as a friend and upgraded katsuki as a best friend? did he not trust you enough?

did he no longer like you?

apparently not, 'cause after he entered u.a. he never seemed to have enough time for you. always spending time with the other classmates.

even after you got kidnapped from the league of villains—with katsuki— and returned back with injuries, he only seemed to care for katsuki. when they went to save him, they never bothered to save you.

not even the heroes.

maybe it was because they couldn't find you. you were held in a different section from katsuki. but still, no one tried to look for you. when you asked izuku why no one came for you, he only replied with, "we thought you were dead."

you sobbed for the first time in years, alone in your dorm room. with no one to comfort you. as quickly as people thought you were dead, you quickly shut off your emotions. and no one even noticed.

and as you stood at the back of the common room, staring at them as they talked and hearing them gasp, finally knowing who the traitor is, you smiled. an actual smile, because you finally found where you belong.

and as you saw how the whole class turned to look at you with betrayed faces, and seeing izuku's face, you couldn't help but let the smirk reach your lips.

with a quick swift, you moved out of the way as the common room walls were exploded, loads of villains, including the league of villains, coming through.

blood was splattered on the pavement as boulders fell on some of the classmates, killing them in the process. the ones who weren't injured quickly fought of the villains till help arrived and the ones who were badly injured tried to rush out of the building, seeking sanctuary till they were properly healed.

dust lingering in the process, izuku saw a hand swatting it away. he didn't get in a fighting stance, instead he stared at his bestfriend person with a betrayed face and tears threatening to fall.

"how could... how could you do this?" izuku asked, ignoring the screams and fighting in the background, his only attention focusing on y/n.

she replied with a smile and quickly lunged forward, her hands igniting in flames. izuku dodged every time she tried attacking him, refusing to use his quirk on her. he screamed at her, "stop, y/n! i won't fight you!"

it only angered her, "fight me!"

in a flash, one that izuku didn't see coming, y/n disappeared and repapered, slamming him into a wall making him go through it and landing outside.

he stared at her in disbelief, "you never told me you had two quirks..."

she stood in front of his fallen state, grinning from ear to ear, "pretty cool, huh?"

izuku shook his head, still refusing to use his quirk on her, he tried standing up but was shoved down by y/n's foot. he groaned as she added pressure.

she sneered down at him, "if you won't fight me, deku, then i guess i'll just have to git rid of you."

hearing you calling him his hero name, one that you never used before, he activated one for all. he shoved y/n off of him and at the top of his lungs he shouted at her, "i'm sorry!"

he lunged towards her, both of them dodging each others quirk. no matter what were to happen, nothing would ever remain the same. the feelings they held for each other was no longer there. the feelings they held for each other was now filled with pain, hurt, and furry. nothing would ever remain the same between them.

#mha izuku #reader insert #izuku midoria x reader #izuku x y/n #izuku angst #izuku x reader #bnha deku #mha bakugou #bnha midoriya #boku no hero academia #midoriya x y/n #mha #deku x reader #league of villains

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userparamore · 7 months ago

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i agree that paramore should have raise awareness on palestine a while back and that their recent statement seems performative and weirdly gaslighty to make it seem like we all knew that their save the children donations in December were for Gaza specifically when it was really unclear when i tried to look into it

But, i think them turning off the comments on insta now just seems like whichever social media manager was running hayley’s account is now running paramore’s now too ever since they left Atlantic. Hayley had her comments off since 2022. I just find it weird cause the comments of people asking them to use their platform for Palestine was respectful whereas after Hayley called out Desantis, she was getting numerous harmful death threats under paramore’s account for weeks from repubilcans and their social media manager just let it happen

If I’m wrong then it’s bizarre that their social media manager was fine with death threats and people sharing links to Hayley's nudes but drew the line at people asking for a political band to speak on genocide. I’m glad that this fandom is rightfully calling out the band and hopefully all of the lashings they’re getting on twitter will make them continue to amplify Palestinian voices instead of just a 24 hour story

there isn't much more for me to add to this tbh bc i agree with what you're saying. i think it's strange the way they've fronted themselves as 'political' and hayley saying she's 'very fucking comfortable talking politics' and then stay silent on palestine for as long as they did. when i read their story i had to dm @paracunt and ask her what support they showed in december? i could not remember ever hearing about it, and according to ivie it was only posted on twitter, but the post got nuked when they deleted all socials. which again... only on twitter? so most people didn't even see it. and then this story? they couldn't commit to a grid post? it leaves a bitter taste in my mouth i'm not gonna lie. i'll redirect you to ivie's post here which goes into it a bit more bc i think she hit the nail on the head.

i can't speak on their social media manager bc i don't know who that is or if they in fact have one. but them turning off comments on their post makes no sense to me either- like you said with when they turn them on and off. hayley said in the ig reel yesterday that they are missing a direct line to paramore fans... but they shut down every oppurtunity there is to communicate with them. comments are off on everything and today they announced the discord is being deleted. i don't get it.

i don't want this blog to turn all negative about the band, but their choices lately have been strange to say the least.

#ask #anon

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e-dash-lace · 5 months ago

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My Very Own Locked Tomb Playlist

A bunch of songs that I listened to while I was doing a Summer 2024 re-read of The Locked Tomb (mostly Harrow and Nona) in no particular order. I took notes because this fandom makes you crazy and Spotify is so stupid that instead of having a notes feature, it has an algorithm that makes you a new playlist four times a day that's called something like "gut-wrenching wailing girl dinner slay brat summer afternoon." Anyway, notes under the cut (spoilers for the entire series sorry)

Psychic Wound - King Woman

The song that Ianthe puts on the radio when she needs to focus to give Harrow her lobotomy. (In all honesty though I think that most songs off of the I Saw the TV Glow playlist go kind of crazy over Harrow the Ninth. Something something horror of being a queer teenager.)

Intergalactic - The Beastie Boys

When Gideon the Ninth the animated feature length film opens, the opening credits play to this song. This song also plays during Camila's fight with Ianthe Naberius on New Rho

Go Away Little Girl - Percy Faith & His Orchestra

This song really screams Jod to me. It plays during John 8:1. Like really close your eyes and imagine it. Like there's no sound it's just like a jumbled up bunch of slow motion scenes.

My Smile is Extinct - Kane Strang

Honestly I just needed to put this song on the playlist because it's the kind of depression song that's like just goofy enough to make you laugh even when you're sad. RIP Harrow Nonagesimus. She would have loved My Smile is Extinct by Kane Strang.

Army of Me - Bjork

Another sword fight song. This song plays during Gideon and Harrow's first fight on the Ninth House. I think that my brainworms just also really wanted to bring some of that girls fighting in steampunk muted colors vibe from Sucker Punch into this playlist.

Growing Pains - Ethel Cain

The queen brainworm living in my mind demands that all playlists I make have 1 Ethel Cain song. I can't really tell you how this fits, but when I tried to remove it, I thought "no. she stays" This song is Harrow the Ninth coded but maybe like Harrow Coffee Shop AU

Jesus Is the One (I Got Depression) - Zack Fox

First House National Anthem I fear. If I had money, I would pay it to comission a Harrow the Ninth animatic to this song.

Sunday - The Cranberries

Not really sure why this is on the playlist. I think it might have been an accident, but also it just sounds kind of appropriate so it stays :)

August Underground - Ethel Cain

Spotify gave me a really really good daylist ONCE that was just like atmospheric music (mostly from videogames). It was so stellar that I saved it! I listened to that playlist while I was reading like the last 25% of Nona. This song plays throughout all of NtN Chapter 28 or at the very least an extended scenes of Sex Pal and Camilla turning into Paul.

Ghosts in the Static - Ben Babitt

Atmospheric music to listen to while Nona drives through the River. A lot of the songs on the KRZ soundtrack fit that vibe. If you want music to drive on the River to, you should listen to the Kentucky Route Zero soundtrack.

Dumbest Girl Alive - 100 Gecs

I think that Gideon Nav would be a really big 100 gecs fan

Thick Skull (Re: Julien Baker) - Paramore & Julien Baker

I think that Jod would be a really big fan of Paramore. I think this song is about Jod, but it's the song that plays during the flashback scene when Gideon kicks Wake out of the airlock and she falls into the Ninth House

Bad Lil Vibe - Coco & Clair Clair

HEAR ME OUT. In my mind, Jod has gifted Ianthe a cassette player and for some reason, the only cassette that's in it is like some collectible 10th anniversary cassette tape of the album Sexy by Coco & Clair Clair. (that doesn't exist yet but it will). I feel like Coco and Clair Clair are good music for the Coronabeth and Ianthe dynamic duo, but I think that this song is for Ianthe. I think it has that evil hot mess (not like Sharpay Evans evil hot mess, more like Shego with smeared lipstick and a broken heart at the club) vibe that the Saint of Awe brings to the table.

4AEM - Grimes

Grimes TO ME ok IMO strikes me as someone who in 2015 would have been fancast as ianthe because she's blond, skinny, and like swinging around a long sword in her music videos like someone who just kind of thinks that swords are cool conceptually and will go well with the special effects but couldn't actually use one to defend themselves if it came down to it and that's really ianthe tridentarius-core TO ME. I imagine that deep down Ianthe hoped that becoming a lyctor meant she would get to be like an international pop star but more. Not to digress but this song is an Ianthe Tridentarius fight song.

Combat Baby - Metric

Actually lol okay hear me out. So actually Ianthe was also gifted a cd player by jod and this is the song that she cries to (ALONE) when she thinks about Harrow. I think Ianthe wishes she had a y2k style but she was just born in the wrong decade sorry

Pluto - Bjork

This is the song that is playing after Harrow wakes up and Gideon is inside her brain helping her fight Cytherea. I think snippets or like altered instrumental versions of this song also play in each trial that Harrow and Gideon work through. Like some version of this song is definitely playing the first time Harrow siphons Gideon to get those keys

Femininomenon - Chapell Roan

First of all, what is any playlist made in 2024 without a Chapell Roan song on it. Second, when I first wrote this note I imagined this as the song that plays immediately after mercy kills Jod and then like there's a full 3 minute music video where like Mercy is on lead vocals, she's like arguing with Augustine a bit then they're like dancing and then the song really abruptly cuts off right before the end when Jod sucks himself back together. Alternatively, this song plays every single time Nona sees a woman.

Dream Girl Evil - Florence and the Machine

Alectopause Hive International Anthem In the parallel universe where Nona the Ninth was released as a webcomic or like an AO3 fic, Taz Muir has linked this song in the Notes and there are 1000 animatics of the Nona epilogue with this song.

Springbreakers - Charli XCX

Alectopause hive international anthem 2 electric boogaloo (Remember how I said "gut-wrench9ing wailing girl dinner slay brat summer afternoon"? I meant that) I would also accept this song as the Nona epilogue animatic song

Bit of A Monster - Vylet Pony

I can't explain this one. I don't know why it's here it just has to be. If you made it this far, leave ur theories in the tags idk.

Mysteries of the Cleft - death's dynamic shroud

I think like if you asked me to I could make a whole playlist of songs about being in the River, so this is either like a planetkiller harrow song or like the song that plays when Jod takes Ianthe and Harrow through the River the first time.

Kizaki Lake - Satoko Shibata

One thing about me, if there's an opportunity to put a Japanese song on the playlist, a Japanese song is going on the playlist and right now the other queen brainworm in my mind is the brainworm that's been addicted to this album since it was released in February and I think everyone should listen to it. The instrumental for this song plays throughout the entirety of Day One in Nona and IF I WAS IN CHARGE Satoko Shibata would be tapped to do the score for the film because she's just that good. Go listen to Your Favorite Things!

#tlt #the locked tomb #harrow the ninth #nona the ninth #gideon the ninth #playlist #gut-wrenching wailing girl dinner slay brat summer afternoon is probably the spotify daylist-sona of the tlt books idk #mine

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sincerely-sofie · 9 months ago

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Do songs that you listen often to ever remind you of characters or events from TPiaG or other stories you've written? It happens to me a lot with stuff from a story with OCs I've been helping my best friend make for years now.

Anyways, I'm asking about it because a song from my playlist reminded me a lot of Twig when I heard it while driving the other day. I had heard the song a million times before, but when I was thinking about the lyrics more they seemed to perfectly fit her internal conflict. The song was Blurt by Mega Mango if you want to take a listen.

The song is definitely just about dealing with mental health issues in general, but my PMD brainrot made it so that this was all I could think about after my epiphany. On that note, I want to offer you a congratulations for writing characters so well that they takes over my brain from time to time. I greatly appreciate it. :D

First up: Thanks so much for your kind words! Second: Oh my goodness. My friend, you are opening up Pandora's Box.

TPiaG doesn't have as many songs associated with it as my other projects because it hasn't been in development for several years— however, a vital part of my story development process is listening to music and imagining all the animatics of the characters and storyline that I want to make set to them. I do this for every project that sufficiently resonates with the blorbo frequency in my brain, and TPiaG is no exception!

In terms of songs that embody specific events but aren't connected to a single character, I regularly listen to “Turn the Lights off” by Tally Hall and imagine a sort of extended theme song animation for if TPiaG were an animated series. There's so many lines that mention concepts important to the story!

Another animatic song, this one set in the Dark Future when Twig was human and starting her and Grovyle's quest to save the world, is "Running Out Of Time" by Lin-Manuel Miranda--- specifically the stretch spanning at roughly 1:10 to the end of the song. I have a very vivid image of Twig repeatedly shouting at Grovyle that they need to abscond ASAP as he frantically gathers supplies that spilled out of his bag while they're being pursued by the sableye, and then of Dusknoir being dismissed by a ferryman as he's interrogating him on which way they went.

I also still listen to “Let's Get This Over With” by They Might be Giants and imagine the rest of that one unfinished animatic I posted forever ago. That song isn't as blatantly connected to the events of the game, but there's a few anchor points in the lyrics I really enjoy.

As for individual characters and songs I associate with them, here’s a selection with links to Spotify for easy listening!

Twig:

"Hey, Doctor Doctor" by Milk in the Microwave

"Monster" by Half Moon Run

"Smile" by Ukuletea

"Feelings Are Fatal" by mxmtoon

... And now, "Blurt" by Mega Mango as well!

Ark:

"Problems" by Mother Mother

"Rule #21- Momento Mori" by Fish in a Birdcage

"What You Know" by Two Door Cinema Club

Kip:

"I'm Not Fine" by Blixemi

"Don't Throw Out My Legos" by AJR

"Just Take My Wallet" by Jack Stauber’s Micropop

Grovyle:

"The Villain I Appear to Be" covered by Annapantsu

"Surface Pressure" covered by Annapantsu

(I don't know why both of these songs are specifically the versions sung by Annapantsu. Apparently she's Grovyle-coded in my head.)

Celebi:

(Insert any bubblegum pop or kawaii future bass song of your choice here.)

(Celebi has somehow evaded my ability to assign her songs. I’ll get her someday.)

Dusknoir:

"I'll Be Good" by Jaymes Young

"Never Love an Anchor" by The Crane Wives

"I Was Me" by Imagine Dragons

Twig's Aunt:

"Family Jewels" by Marina and the Diamonds

"In Fact (Demo Version)" By Gregory and the Hawk

"Ain't It Fun" by Paramore

Twig's Mother:

"Brother" by Madds Buckley

And for those who'd enjoy some Travailshipping songs...

"You Are The Moon" by The Hush Sound

"Dark Clay" by Levi Weaver

"When the Day Met the Night" by Panic! at the Disco

"Can I Have the Day With You" by Sam Ock

"Tongues & Teeth" by The Crane Wives

#the present is a gift au #travailshipping #ark/twig #pmd darkrai #pmd2 partner #pmd grovyle #pmd celebi #pmd dusknoir #pokemon mystery dungeon #pokémon mystery dungeon #pmd explorers #pmd sky #pmd eos #pmd2 #pmd #sofie answers asks

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purplesurveys · 3 months ago

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1930

1.) What was the last strong scent you smelled? The essential oil I currently have for my reed diffuser.

2.) When was the last time you changed your outfit? This morning. I'll change before heading to bed, which I'll do after this. I really need to sleep; it's nearing 2 AM on a Monday.

3.) What did you buy the last time you went shopping for new clothes? Concert outfit for Seventeen back in January. I'm not a big clothes shopper.

4.) What is your favorite meal of the day? Dinner.

5.) Do you typically eat breakfast or skip it? Skip. Unless coffee counts, because I have that everyday.

6.) What was the last thing you took a picture of? A pissed off reaction selfie I took immediately after finishing Gyeongseong Creature 2 (credits weren't even done rolling yet hah).

I spent THE ENTIRE!!!!!!! evening watching it as I was desperate to see what would happen, but the whole season's pacing was so off and there was barely a payoff in the finale...so I took that selfie with the 5 AM blue sky as my background to let everyone know I put in That Much Time for a season that ended up sucking lol

7.) Do you have a collection of anything? BTS merch and bucket hats.

8.) What was the last thing you threw away? The can of coffee I finished.

9.) What is the cause of your current emotional state? The fact that I'm going back to work that I dread in less than 8 hours.

10.) What were the last plans you made? How about cancelled? Last plan I made was to resign, which I announced to my bosses last Tuesday. Last I cancelled was my initial plan to take the dogs to the vet earlier today, because when I checked their booklet it turned out I didn't need to take them til end of the month. I had no idea why I thought they were due today hahaha.

11.) How did you discover your favorite band? They were very huge when I was in Grade 3 and all the cool kids seemed to like them (Paramore).

12.) Does the weather affect your mood? If so, in what ways? Only if it's hot. I get cranky when it's hot and humid and there's no sign of aircon anywhere, and especially so if I haven't eaten.

13.) When are you most likely to be bored? Usually in the afternoon, from around 2-5 PM. Even at work, I get very restless during those hours because I want the day to be done with already.

14.) What was the last big decision you made? Resigning for good. There's a part of me that still thinks it was such a rash, impulsive, barely-thought-of decision to make...but September hit me like a 16 wheeler when it came to my mental health.

I really need to rest. But also, let's hope I find a new place to work in soon :)

15.) Where was the last place you traveled to, and what did you do while there? Vietnam! Saigon and Da Nang. I shopped more than I'd like to admit; walked, walked, and walked; simultaneously celebrated Jin's military discharge; drank a lot of coffee; discovered and fell in love with bánh tráng nướng (I still look for it...); took lots of photos.

16.) What is your favorite thing to go shopping for? Not much. I'm not a big shopper unless I'm traveling, in which case I like getting local knickknacks and snacks.

17.) How organized are you? I'd say a 7/10. I'm fairly organized, but I do have the tendency to lose track.

18.) What were the positives and negatives of your last week? Positives: I informally filed my resignation. I also...just survived.

Negative: I woke up every day of the week, save for the weekend, with a crushing weight on my chest.

19.) If applicable, how did you decide what you wanted to study in college/university? I liked to write and was good at it, and I've always enjoyed watching documentaries. It seemed like the obvious choice to make. I also came from a family of writers and lawyers, and I just wanted to continue the practice, albeit through an adjacent route.

20.) What was the last thing you received in the mail? Shopee orders but they were both for my sister lol.

21.) What is one of your wildest dreams or ambitions? Travel to the US alone.

22.) When was the last time you performed in front of a group of people? No clue. High school, maybe?

23.) Who was the last person to upset you? How about the last person to cheer you up? Upset would be someone related to my work. Cheer up...Namjoon.

24.) Is there anything or anyone you’re trying to get over or let go of? Yes. My current job.

25.) What was the subject of your last phone conversation? My grandma let me know she made me laing and asked me to come over to pick it up when I can. Apparently my mom asked her to make it...I'm guessing she did so because I recently shared with her my work troubles, and it's her way of helping me feel better. In any case, and whether my theory is right or wrong, the gesture is appreciated.

26.) What are your plans for tomorrow? How about the weekend? Tomorrow I need to work. I'm also working on the weekend. Both days.

27.) When was the last time you were sick? Sometime last month I threw up like 101% the contents of my stomach from food poisoning.

28.) How close do you have to be with someone before you’ll consider them a friend? If I feel comfortable approaching them first and share with them stupid stuff like memes.

29.) What did the last jacket you wore look like? Green and with the right sleeve decorated to look like the Philippine flag. It's a jacket I was given by one of the brands I handle; and we usually have to have it on during our more formal events like contract signings so that we can also be 'in-attire' and look the part as their PR reps.

30.) Name five things you can grab from where you’re sitting. Vape pen, Oatside coffee, phone, a BTS frame, highlighters.

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weekend-whip · 1 year ago

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Band au!!

The ninja: A VERY popular band with huge turnouts for their concerts. Their music can vary a lot, but they land solidly in the alt-pop/rock area when they aren’t doing any sort of solo acts.

Kai: Basic electric/acoustic guitar, but he’s the lead vocalist and absolutely SHREDS when a song calls for a saxophone. Master of improv and is able to continue on with confidence if something goes wrong at a show. He likes it when he gets the chance to scream and jump.

Music type examples: I/Me/Myself by Will Wood, some of Bleacher’s more popular songs, Grandson, Bruno Mars, and a lot of FoB type-stuff.

Jay: Plays a little of everything, but his one true calling is the main melody on electric guitar. His fingerpicking skills are unparalleled. Girls throw themselves at his feet. It’s so sexy how fast his fingers move. He’ll also record some solo tracks on uke!

Music type examples: Complicated guitar melodies, All Time Low, and for uke think of stuff like ToP’s House of Gold and The Judge. The Orion Experience’s The Cult of Dionysus.

Cole: Bass guitar, and a little slap bass. He CAN NOT improv, he’s too scared to. Out of all of them he practices the most. He can do some solo piano stuff too, but not keyboard. Mostly stays back and lets the others take the spotlight, but when he gets really into it he might go up front and dance around with Kai.

Music type examples: I don’t know a lot of bass-centric songs, but he enjoys a lot of songs like Love Grows Where my Rosemary Grows. Autoheart. IDKHBTFM.

Zane: Keyboardist with experience in violin. When he gets in The Zone you cannot pull him out of it for anything less than the venue being on fire. He enjoys both fast-paced and slower music, and will sometimes join in on vocals.

Music type examples: Jake Wesley Rogers, Golden Hour, Cody Fry

Nya: Drums. She wants to hit things. Smack. Anger management. People are SO into it.

Music type examples: Anything with heavy drums and drum solos.

Jesse: Up and coming artist who does a lot of stuff with his sister. Can’t play any instruments too well so she makes tracks for him to add vocals to! He opens for the ninja a lot at their concerts.

Music type examples: Jake Wesley Rogers, other stuff you have already talked about, Bruno Mars if he’s feeling confident.

Olivia: Popular solo artist with a cult following. Leans heavily into the alt-rock and electronica scene. Sometimes she’ll hire the shark army as background players. Dances a LOT.

Music type examples: Paramore, P!atd, All Time Low, Daisy Grenade, K. Flay, and SPECIFICALLY Black Sheep from Scot Pilgrim vs. the World

Antonia/Bridget: Managers for the ninja/Jesse and Olivia respectively. God help them.

Jamie: Stage hand and photographer for both! He focuses too much on Olivia, though. Is it hot in here or is it just him? Has nothing to do with the drop she did while dancing and how she looked into the camera- no way.

Nya: We're really calling ourselves "The Ninja"? Kai: It's quick, it's catchy, it fits nicely on merch!!

Nya: Jay, I need you to stop being so hot while playing guitar Jay: It's not like I can turn it off???? *plays a riff* Nya: Pls your fans are starting to bruise with how hard they're falling at your feet Sunni: *lying on the floor* One more solo please!! I can handle it!!

Cole: All right, guys, let's rehearse one more time— Kai: Oooooor we could just jump onstage and just do whatever!!! The crowd loves spontaneity, that's why Jesse opens for us Jay: YEAH, FREESTYLE! Nya: *loud cacophony of drum slamming* Cole: PLEASE ANYTHING ELSE BUT THAT

Zane: I just think we should be incorporating a lot more violin into our songs— Kai: Zane. We're a pop-rock band. Save it for the solo album. Cole: Well, hold on, maybe it could put some extra spice into our music? Kai: When you can match a violin to my sister's erratic drum playing, then come talk to me Cole: Tch, bet Jay: *popcorn*

Jesse: *coming off from his act* You got a pic of my good side, right?? Jamie: Uhhh— *tries to run, drops several photos of dancing Olivia* W-Wait, I can explain, I— *drops even more photos of closeups of Olivia's smirk* WAIT JUST HOLD ON— Miranda: You had one job, man!!!! Antonia: At least get them autographed so we can sell them Jamie: *dies*

Olivia: —and then I struck a pose and threw him this sneaky little smirk and I thought he was gonna drop the camera, teehee Bridget: Bridget: We're doing a concert, not a runway model show!!! Olivia: I'M MULTITASKING

Nya: ...Do you ever think the band could use more...green? Kai: Not unless I'm wearing it *plays Careless Whisper on sax*

#lloyd is either their biggest fan or a rival solo act #or both #band!au #legacyverse #ninjago #long post #k1ng boo #asks from nice people

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orchidsangel · 1 year ago

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a compiled list of song lyrics that remind me of jason todd

'you love me so hard and i still can't sleep/you're growing tired of me/and all the things i don't talk about/sorry i don't want your touch/it's not that i don't want you/sorry i can't take your touch' - a pearl (mitski)

'there's a hole that you fill/you fill, you fill/but it's just that i fell in love with a war/and nobody told me it ended/and it left a pearl in my head/and i roll it around every night/just to watch it glow/ every night, baby, that's where i go' - a pearl (mitski)

'cause i just had a dream i was dead/and i only cared 'cause i was taken from you' - mosquito (pinkpantheress)

'will you still love me when i'm no longer young and beautiful/will you still love me when i got nothing but my aching soul' - young and beautiful (lana del rey)

'so hurting here is where i belong dreaming a song/blood on my hands to stay strong/the flowers in the graveyard are all gone i don't belong/there is no right to heal the wrong' - lemon (katy rose)

didn't you feel me lock my arms around you/why'd you turn away/here's what i have to say/i was left to cry there/waiting outside there/grinning with a lost stare/that's when i decided/why should i care/'cause you weren't there when i was scared/i was so alone/you, you need to listen/i'm starting to trip, i'm losing my grip/and i'm in this thing alone' - losing grip (avril lavigne)

'is it enough to love/is it enough to breathe/somebody rip my heart out and leave me here to bleed/is it enough to die/somebody save my life' - anything but ordinary (avril lavigne)

'the more i think/the less that i was able to share with you/i try to reach for you, i can almost feel you/you're nearly here/and then you disappear' - disappear (beyoncé)

'dear god/do you hear me when i'm crying, when i doubt/that my soul is worth savin'/thinking i'm not good enough to answer what the-/don't you love us all the same/i've taken more than my share of pain/can't you hear me say your name' - dear god (nessa barrett)

'you don't feel like home/like something i've outgrown/think i'm better on my own/maybe i'm better off alone' - it's not your fault (maggie lindemann)

'how is it now that somehow you're a stranger/you were mine just yesterday/i pray the block in my airway dissipated/and instead deters your airplane's way/but heaven denied/destiny decried/something beautiful died/too soon' - oceans & engines (niki)

'please stay where you are/don't come any closer/don't try to change my mind/i'm being cruel to be kind' - love in the dark (adele)

'that's why i can't love you in the dark/it feels like we're oceans apart/there is so much space between us/baby we're already defeated/cause everything changed me/and i don't think you can save me' - love in the dark (adele)

'tell me what you gon' do to me/confrontation ain't nothin new to me/you can bring a bullet, bring a sword/bring the morgue, but you can't bring the truth to me/fuck you and all you expectations/i don't even want your congratulations/i recognize your false confidence/and calculated promises all in your conversation' - all the stars (kendrick lamar, sza)

'so call it like it is/do the good guys always win/let's give it up for exaltations/hold it all inside, just repeat and rewind/tell me, is you you're waiting for' - angry (mars argo)

misc songs that don't have lyrics that necessarily stick out but still bring him to mind when i listen:

tell me you love me - demi lovato

when it rains - paramore

duvet - bôa

kiss it better - rihanna

cardigan - taylor swift

snow on the beach - taylor swift, lana del rey

i'm so sick - flyleaf

island in the sun - weezer

snow angel - reneé rapp

going under - evanescence

no body, no crime - taylor swift, haim

#☆ ro's headphones ☆#jason todd #jason todd i’ll love you forever

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In Your Dreams

Moodboard by @softhecreator

Chapter Seven: You Come Around & The Armor Falls, Pierce the Room Like a Cannonball

AO3 info one two three four five six seven epilogue

All my work is 18+.

When I was younger, I saw my daddy cry and curse at the wind. He broke his own heart and I watched as he tried to reassemble it. And my mama swore that she would never let herself forget. And that was the day that I promised that I’d never sing of love if it does not exist. But darling, you are the only exception.- Paramore, The Only Exception

It took a second for the words to sink in. “I’m on birth control, so I doubt I’m pregnant.”

Um…” He scratched the back of his neck uncomfortably. “No, that wouldn’t really… I mean, hormonal birth control doesn’t have any effect on Otherworlders, so…”

She stopped breathing.

“I can’t be pregnant,” she told him slowly. “I can’t be. I’m… I’m twenty, Tim. I just turned twenty less than four months ago!”

“Y— yes,” he stuttered out awkwardly. “I’m sorry, I thought you knew. I figured my mom would’ve told you.” He paused, tilting his head in consideration. “Actually, it’s likely she would’ve assumed I would’ve told you, so it wouldn’t have occurred to her to reiterate what she figured you’d already know…”

She stared at him in disbelief. “I cannot possibly be pregnant.”

“Would it really be so bad if you were?” His voice was soft, timid. As if he were afraid of her answer.

“Would it—“ she sputtered. “Of course it would be!” He flinched, but she continued, “It’s not that I don’t love you, of course I do, it’s just it would completely disrupt my life! How can I go back if I’m fucking pregnant, I—“

“Wait,” he cut her off. “Go back? What do you mean go back?”

“Go back to my life,” she said impatiently. “You’re alive, you’re okay. You don’t need me anymore. I can go back to my life. We can go back to being friends and nothing else...” She paused before grumbling, “I’ve just been procrastinating on it.”

“Why would you think that?” he asked, astonishment clear in his voice.

She blinked at him. “Why wouldn’t I think that?”

Tim started to pace back and forth, raking his hand through his curls. “I— I told you I can’t feed off anyone else now. You’re it. And I thought you were okay with that. I thought you loved me.” His voice broke then. “Did you lie? Did you not mean it? Do you not love me?”

“Of course I love you!” she hurriedly insisted. “It’s not that I don’t love you, of course I love you, how could I not?”

“Then why?” he demanded, pinning her with his gaze. “Why would you want to leave me?”

“I don’t want to leave you,” she admitted. “I just can’t stay.”

“But why?” he pressed. “If you want to stay, if you love me, why would you leave?”

Her heart was pounding in her chest, blood thrumming in her ears, and she abruptly blurted out, “I don’t want to be vulnerable.” He did nothing but stare at her, so she rushed on, “I’ve never wanted that kind of vulnerability. You’d never intentionally hurt me, I know you wouldn’t, but you could. You could destroy me, irreparably shatter my heart into a million tiny little pieces. I’ve spent my whole life avoiding this exact thing—actually, no, something easier than this, less intense than this, ‘cause I figured it’d be with a human if it happened—and here I am, loving someone when I wish I could’ve avoided it, just like my mom did, and you could rip me apart the same way she got ripped apart, and I’d— I’d fucking let you. I’d let you destroy me if you wanted to.” She paused, her chest heaving, and then hoarsely asked, “Do you have any idea how terrifying that is for me?”

Tim looked at her for a long moment. “Lea, if anyone tried to hurt you, including me, I don’t… I don’t even know what I’d do.”

She blinked away tears she hadn’t noticed until they gathered at her eyelashes. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve killed before,” he told her, looking away momentarily. “To save my own life, to save the lives of others. It’s been a few centuries, but… yeah. It’s happened before. I try not to think about it. But for you…” He paused, sighing and tilting his head back, exposing the length of his neck that was far more attractive than it had any right to be, really. “For you,” he went on, “I’d raze cities if I had to. If anyone tried to hurt you.”

She crossed her arm over her abdomen, cupping her elbow. “I wouldn’t want you to do that.”

He nodded. “I’m sure you wouldn’t, but I don’t think it’d be up to either of us, really.” A hoarse laugh. “Incubi don’t exactly have a great track record with self control when their mates—their children, too—are threatened or harmed.”

Children.

Lea focused on her breathing; in and out, in and out. “How likely is it that I’m pregnant?”

He looked at her for awhile, his face blank in that way she knew meant he was trying to hide his emotions. “Extremely.”

She crossed both arms over her stomach and croaked, “How are you so sure?”

Tim sighed. “Well, birth control doesn’t work with me, like I said, and we’ve been having sex multiple times a day for over a month now, which I figure would make it likely even with a human. But also, the first few times—the first few weeks after mating, I mean—are an extremely, uh… fertile time for both parties. It’s extremely unusual for pregnancy not to occur. I thought you knew. I would’ve…” He paused, taking a deep, shuddering breath. “I would’ve used a condom if I had known you didn’t want…”

She remembered the dreams she’d had—the dreams he’d given her, glimpses of a potential future, one that he couldn’t have shown her if she didn’t want it already—with their children, boys with his hair and facial structure and a little girl with her red curls and his eyes…

Fuck but she wanted that. Her heart twinged at the thought that she shouldn’t have it, shouldn’t want it to begin with.

“If you don’t want it,” he started slowly, “I’ll understand. I’ll understand if you want to, y’know. Get an abortion.”

She shook her head firmly. “If I’m pregnant, I’m keeping it.”

He nodded, murmuring, “Okay. If that’s what you want.” He looked away from her then before adding, “And if you… if you want to leave, I’ll understand that, too. I wouldn’t blame you.”

She examined his face, the evident pain he was trying his damnedest to hide from her. “You said you can only feed off of me.”

“Yes,” he confirmed, his voice quiet.

“And you’ll die if you can’t?”

He was silent for a few tense beats before speaking again. “Yes.”

“I can’t let you die, Tim,” she whispered tearfully.

He glanced back at her. “Even if you’re scared? Even if it means you��re vulnerable?”

She nodded. “Me being vulnerable, risking getting hurt—destroyed, even—is a hell of a lot better than you dying.”

“Do you love me?” he asked, soft and desperate.

Lea flushed, looking down at the floor. “I do, yeah.”

He took several hesitant steps towards her. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he promised. “I’m going to protect you and take care of you and love you. I’m going to worship you.”

Tears pricked her eyes again. “I want this with you,” she admitted, “and I do love you, I love you so much it’s terrifying. Everything about this is terrifying. This whole situation, me being pregnant—how the fuck can I be pregnant?—is particularly petrifying, how I feel about you, how strongly I feel about you, what you have the capability to do to me, it’s all so fucking scary, I—”

Lea’s words collapsed into tears then, and he closed the remaining distance between them and took her in his arms. For a moment, he just held her against his chest, still bare from earlier, his face pressed to her hair. “I know you’re scared, sweetheart,” he murmured, “but you don’t have to be. I couldn’t hurt you if I tried.”

“I know you won’t try to hurt me,” she said through her tears, “You’re a really good guy, I don’t think you’re capable of hurting someone intentionally. That’s part of why I fell in love with you to begin with, is because of how sweet you are. You’d never hurt me—or anyone else—on purpose, of course you wouldn’t, but you could, and that’s fucking terrifying.”

“Well,” he hummed consideringly, “I guess I’ll just have to spend the rest of time showing you that you’re safe with me.”

Pulling back slightly from his chest, she looked up at him tearfully. “The rest of time, huh?”

Tim smiled softly at her. “Yeah, baby. As long as I have you, I won’t die, and as long as you have me, neither will you.” He paused. “Which is just as well, because I could live an infinite number of lifetimes with you in my arms this way and it still wouldn’t be enough. No amount of time with you will ever be enough.” And after a moment, he added, “And you’re— you’re having my baby. Do you realize how incredible that is?” He laughed disbelievingly. “Fucking hell, you’re having my baby.”

She was still scared, most especially of that, but… he was so goddamn happy about it that it made her fear give way to excitement. Smiling hesitantly, she said, “Y— yeah. I am. I’m having your baby.”

He was gazing at her with such unmistakable adoration that she couldn’t help but stand on her tiptoes and kiss him. He returned it, wrapping an arm around her waist with a growl and hauling her closer.

“Want you again,” he murmured against her lips.

“But we just finished, like, half an hour ago—“

“Yes,” Tim agreed, “I fucked you half an hour ago, and I want to fuck you again now.” He was running his hands over her upper thighs, just beneath where her nightie met her skin, and trailing kisses down her neck.

“You’re such a glutton,” she giggled.

“I am not,” he insisted, feigning offense. “I don’t need to feed, I just enjoy fucking you.”

“On one condition,” she said breathlessly, reaching up to thread her fingers in his hair.

“Yeah?” he muttered, already working on adding a fresh bruise to her throat.

“Prove you’re not just in it for food. Let me suck you first.”

“Fucking hell,” he groaned. “Baby, are you— are you sure? You don’t have to—“

“I want to,” she told him, sinking to her knees in front of him. “I like it. You don’t let me do it enough.”

“Fuck,” he said again as she pulled down the pajama pants that were slung low over his hips. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, so she had nothing to stop her from grabbing his dick and taking it into her mouth eagerly, rubbing her tongue along the barbel under the head. He moaned loudly, and she looked up at him, seeing him throw his head back with pleasure.

She sucked in, hollowing out her cheeks and swirling her tongue around the head. She wished he would let her do this more often, but he always wanted her to cum rather than him. He really was a glutton, wasn’t he?

Bobbing her head rapidly, she slid one of her hands up his torso, reaching down with the other to squeeze her breast roughly.

“Fuckin’ hell, Lea,” he moaned. “Play with those big fuckin’ tits for me, baby. Wanna watch you.”

She lowered her hand obediently and squeezed both her breasts, pinching her nipples and moaning around his length at the sensation.

“Touch yourself,” he commanded hoarsely, his hand gripping her hair. “Make yourself cum while you suck my cock.”

Reaching down, she hiked the skirt of her nightie up around her waist, continuing to suck him all the while.

“Feel your pussy, baby,” he encouraged. She did so, brushing her fingers over herself. “You wet for me?” he demanded lowly. “Does having my dick in that pretty little mouth of yours make you wet?”

“Mhm,” she moaned around him again, starting to tease her clit with slow circles.

“You call me a glutton,” he growled, “but it’s really you, isn’t it? Wanting to get on your knees for me every chance you get.”

Fuck but she loved it when he talked to her like that. She wanted him to use her, to use her mouth for his own pleasure, and oh god, her pussy, too. She wanted him to do whatever he felt like with her. Moaning at the thought, she rubbed her clit faster, sucking him harder.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Tim moaned, his hand tightening in her hair. “Such a good girl for me.” She whimpered around him, rolling her hips against her hand. The stimulation combined with his words, his dick in her mouth, it was making her orgasm approach quickly. “You’re gonna cum, aren’t you?” he gasped out. “Gonna cum for me like a good little slut, getting off on sucking my dick?”

“Mmmf,” Lea moaned desperately. She was so close, so fucking close—

“C’mon, baby,” he encouraged, his voice breathless as he stared down at her with those deliciously sexy red eyes. “Cum for me. I can feel how close you are. Cum for me.”

She did so, moaning around him as she erupted, her hips bucking against her hand while her core clenched down on her own emptiness. Still, she didn’t stop sucking him, wanting to please him.

He allowed it for a few minutes, telling her how good she was for him, that she was so pretty with his cock in her mouth. It wasn’t long, however, before he yanked her off of him with a groan that almost sounded pained, pulling her up by her hair.

“Can’t wait anymore,” he told her before gesturing to the nightie she wore. “Take that off.” She didn’t do it fast enough, still dazed from her orgasm, so he snapped, “Now. Unless you want me to rip it.”

Lea hastened to obey, pulling the dark pink lace nightie over her head as quickly as possible.

“Good girl,” he praised before gesturing to the desk-like dressing table and snapping, “Bend over.”

Fighting off an eager grin, Lea clambered up onto the table, her legs dangling in the air.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “This fuckin’ ass, baby.” He gave her a sharp smack across one of her asscheeks, and she moaned loudly. He laughed low in his throat. “You like that?”

“Mhm,” she whimpered. “I want your cock, please.”

“Far be it from me to deny you what you want,” Tim muttered, running his hands from her ass to her hips, then up over her ass again to her back. “Gonna be a good girl for me, huh?”

“Mhm,” she whined, her fists clenched from how bad she wanted him inside her.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he chided gently. “Use your words.”

“I’ll— I’ll be good,” she promised hastily. “I’ll be good for you, I swear, please just—“

“There you go,” he murmured, grasping her hips firmly as he slid into her.

Lea cried out, her toes curling from the delicious sensation of being filled.

“Perfect fuckin’ pussy,” he grunted, immediately setting a rough pace, slamming her into the table with each thrust.

“Tim, Tim, Tim—” she chanted, already so far gone her words were blurring together.

“So pretty when I fuck you,” he moaned. “So pretty when you were on your knees from me with my cock in your mouth, rubbing your little clit till you came. Did you like that, baby? Did you like getting off while you sucked me?”

“Yes,” she gasped out. “I— I like pleasing you.” He rewarded her response with a hard thrust, and she moaned. “Fuck, feels good, feels so good—”

“I fucked a baby into you, Lea,” he reminded her, his voice as rough as the way he handled her, fucked into her. “I pounded this little pussy so good, came inside you so much, that I got you pregnant.”

That stirred up something unexpected in her stomach, like butterflies of fire, and she whimpered again. “You— you did.”

“Can’t wait to see you grow,” he muttered. “Gonna be so sexy, belly and tits all swollen ‘cause of how good I give it to you.”

“Tim,” she moaned. “Want your baby. Want it, I want it, I want it—”

He chuckled darkly. “Yeah, I’ll bet you do. You know why I put those images of you pregnant in your mind, sweetheart?”

Lea shook her head wordlessly, too focused on the way he was slamming into her to respond with words.

“I did it ‘cause once I knew you had feelings for me, if you saw yourself pregnant with my child, you wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about it.” He ran a hand up her back and back down again before smacking her ass sharply. Lea yelped, and he leaned down to murmur, “Was I right?”

“Y— yes,” she admitted hoarsely. “Yes, you—“ she cut herself off at a particularly rough thrust.

“Keep going,” he ordered, smacking her ass again.

She moaned at the sting, but managed to get out, “You were right. I saw it, and all I tried so hard to ignore how bad I—oh fuck, just like that, please—how bad I wanted your baby, how bad I wanted you to fuck me, god, please don’t stop—“

“Not gonna stop, sweetheart,” he promised. “Gonna fuck you till you’re satisfied. As much as you want, okay?”

Lea clenched around him at the thought. “I don’t think I’ll ever be satisfied, it feels too good,” she whined. “More, please, I want more—“

“I know, baby,” he groaned. “Fuck, I know. You’re the glutton here, huh?” She whined at his teasing, at the way he fucked her. “As soon as I put my dick in you for the first time, you couldn’t get enough. Don’t think I don’t notice how desperate you always are for it, to get fucked.”

She whined again, burying her face in her arms in mild humiliation that, for whatever reason, sent a tingle down her spine.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” he crooned a bit condescendingly. “I know it’s my fault. I’m the one who turned you into a needy, greedy little cockslut. It’s not your fault, sweetheart. You couldn’t help it, could you?”

“N— no,” she stuttered on a moan. “Can’t help it, feels too good, oh fuck, Tim—”

“I know, baby,” he assured her. “I know. I’ll keep your pussy nice and full, okay? Make sure you can have my cock filling you up whenever you want it, whenever I feel like giving it to you. Keep you nice and satisfied.” She let out a sound that was halfway between a whine and a moan, and he chuckled softly, fucking her so hard and so fast that her body jolted against the table with his every movement. “Would you like that, sweetheart?” he asked her gently, softly, the contrast between his tone and his rough handling of her so vast it was almost startling. “Would you like me to keep you fucked full? Take you with me wherever I go, use your tight little pussy whenever I feel like it, fuck however many babies into you I want— would you like that?”

“Yes,” she moaned, clenching around him at his words. “Yes, I want that, I want it, fuck don’t stop—”

He smacked her ass again, the sting making her cry out with delight. “I command and you obey, remember? You can ask for what you want, but you don’t get to tell me. Understand?”

“Y— yes,” she whimpered, wishing he’d spank her again. “Can you…” She gulped, swallowing her spit. “Can you do that again, please?”

“What, this?” With that, he spanked her again, a bit harder this time.

“Yes,” Lea gasped out breathlessly. He smacked her other asscheek, and she moaned again, even louder than before. “Want you to fuck me, please,” she whimpered. “Use me, want you to feed from me—”

“Fuckin’ hell, baby,” he grunted, spanking her again before rubbing the reddened, sensitive skin. “You’re gonna let me have it whenever I want, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she promised. “Yes, fuck, anything you want, anything, just don’t stop, please don’t stop, want you to fuck me, please keep fucking me—”

Tim gripped her hair tightly, yanking her head up. “Take it, sweetheart,” he groaned. “Take this dick, baby, c’mon.”

With every thrust, her body jolted, and she was moaning a seemingly endless slew of, ��Unh, unh, unh, unh—“ while he fucked into her, stretching her out in the way she loved so much.

“Such a good little slut for me,” he grunted. “Letting me fuck you, begging for it like the cock-starved whore you.” The grip he had on her hair tightened. “Gonna give me a baby, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” she moaned, her core clenching around him again at the reminder. “I want your baby, Tim, I—”

“I know you do, love,” he murmured, smacking her ass again, making her whimper. “We’ll plan the next one, how ‘bout that? Fucking you full so I can put a baby inside you will be so much more fun now that you know it’s gonna happen. Would you like that?”

“Mhm,” she gasped. “I want— I want— oh fuck—”

“Use your words, Lea,” he chastised. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to use me,” she moaned, arching her back as he pounded into her. “I want— I want you to fuck me, feed from me, get me pregnant as many times as you want, just— just do whatever you want with me, please, I want it, I want it.”

“Fucking hell,” he groaned, and with another smack to her ass, he snapped, “C’mere.” And then he grabbed her hips and hoisted her up a bit so she was resting on her forearms, her torso raised off the table. He reached around her body, circling her clit in swift, precise swipes, and she moaned. “You’re gonna cum for me, you got that?”

“Yes,” Lea agreed hoarsely without hesitation. “Anything you want.”

“Want you to cum on this cock, baby,” he growled. “Do as I say. Cum for me.”

She wasn’t sure what it was; it could’ve been the way he fucked her and rubbed her clit—he was so good at that—or it could’ve been his command, but either way, she came abruptly, her orgasm ripping through her like a tidal wave.

He fucked her through it until he, too, found his release.

She lay there on the table in a fucked-out daze for several long minutes. Two separate instances of sex within an hour really drained her. She was barely even aware of being picked up and carried back to bed.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he murmured, tucking her in and wrapping her in his arms. “Sleep.”

So she did.

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