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searidings · 3 years ago

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if you're still in the market for a weird and wacky prompt to get you over writer's block please humbly consider this: epistolary fic <3

(also on ao3)

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help

oh god oh rao please

i can't i can't not here not again

someone please there has to be someone i can't be alone here i can't be alone again

alex lena please j’onn brainy nia eliza

jeremiah kal lois james winn somebody anybody please i have to

go back i have to go back they need me they need supergirl i need them

i need help i need

anybody

please

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help i don't know why i keep saying that no one is coming no one is

no one is here there is only

cold and me

and phantoms i thought

i was done with this place i thought i had escaped i thought i would never

come back

krypton earth home gone why are there so many

goodbyes

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT003[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help if i keep talking got to keep talking it will help can't stop talking

gonna lose it come on kara

keep talking

keep walking find shelter

that's all you have to do kara come on

before it gets dark it's always dark ok before it gets more dark

before they come

there's a cave ok ok keep talking keep walking god

it's so cold thank

rao for this suit thank rao

for lena

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help me god if i can't get this fire going so help me

where's

some friendly laser vision when you need it hm i can't

do this as a human i can't

do this at all i can't

fuck there ok yes ok

flames

are humans

this cold on earth or is it just

this fucking place

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help if i could just find a weapon just

like a really big stick not that there's

any trees

rao

this is so weird

i don't find weapons i am weapons

well not here ok not

helpful kara let's think about this logically what would alex do

w-w-a-d i should get that on a bracelet or maybe like

on a gun

ok no sticks but what about ok yes here perfect look at that

come at me phantoms i dare you to come at me now me and my big

fucking rock

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help it if i like to talk to myself i honestly don't think it's that

weird no matter what alex says like i

live on my own so who else am i gonna talk to at three in the morning i

have a lot to say and you

know what alex when i look around me i can see rocks and rocks and more

fucking rocks and maybe if i'm lucky there'll be a phantom

just to really

add some spice to my day

night perpetual darkness

thing ok alex mine is the only voice

around for miles for eons for millennia so

if i want to talk to anybody it's

going to have to be me

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help you'd think i would get tired of screaming

for help and yet

i can't seem

to stop

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help i need somebody help not just

anybody help i need someone

help

when i was younger so much younger than today duh duh duh

never needed no one's help in any way

but now these something something dah dah dah duh ok guess

that's my limit on the beatles huh ok what's

next what about

a little bruce springsteen if

anyone knows about dancing in the dark it's bruce ok i'm

not dancing but fuck if it isn't

dark so

here we go

duh duh duh duh duh

duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh

i get up in the evening and i ain't got

nothing to say

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help and compassion for all hope help and compassion for all hope

help and compassion for all hope

help and god brainy was

right i do sound like a girl scout

still hope

help and compassion for all hope help and compassion

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help please can't someone anyone

hear me isn't there

honestly isn't there

anyone else in this entire awful place how can that

be i know there is i know there must be my own

fucking mother sent people here as a day job so where the fuck

where are they all i need

people even criminals i just need to talk

to someone that isn't me i just need warmth i just need

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help me now that i've watched all those bear grylls things i guess i should

say thank you bear for

the survival tips if you can

call this survival not that

i've drunk my own pee yet but there's

still time so maybe this isn't rock

bottom yet though of course i am at the

bottom of

a lot of rocks ok

tough crowd you know

that joke would have killed with nia nal you just can't

find phantoms with a decent sense of

humour these days

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help please no i

please stop make it

stop i can't i'll do anything i won't

just please someone

make it stop hurting

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helpful not helpful we're not going to think like that we're going to

think positive because everything is going to be fine alex is

coming lena is coming our family is coming so keep it

together kara you know they would never

leave you here you know lena has probably invented ninety new devices

looking for you you know she and alex have teamed up you

know they're probably almost here already you

know they haven't forgotten you

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helping each other probably although honestly lena most likely

doesn't even need it if brainy's a twelfth level intellect lena must be like a

thirty-nine so she'll be here

she'll come

she always has before even

if it takes a while because

lena wouldn't leave me lena

would never let me go

lena wouldn't

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help to keep talking that's what kelly would say it'll help she'd

say so i'll keep talking so

i don't forget how to for when i go

home

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helping enough it's not

it's not

helping enough

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help myself but how i can't even walk now i can't move that

cliff must have been thirty feet and my ankle it's

shit it shouldn't turn that way ok think think

fuck it hurts but no focus think what would alex

do it's dislocated probably if there's no bloodflow that's

a problem shit fuck why is it

purple oh god i can't do that cracking thing alex

could do it i can't do it oh god oh rao please this is too

oh oh oh god ok focus pop it back in pop it back fuck

bloodflow you can do this come on come on come

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help is not

coming they're not here and even

if they're on their way it's going to be too

late i can't run now i can't even walk when the phantoms come i'm a

sitting duck rao i miss ducks i

can't believe how much i miss the sound of ducks what if

alex has to amputate my foot because i fucked up

popping it back in so bad that it's gone forever what if

alex never gets the chance

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT019[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

helps a bit at least this suit is a

miracle lena is a miracle imagine

if i didn't have this to keep me warm imagine

if i hadn't had the helmet when i'd fallen my skull

would have made fast friends with the

bottom of that cliff and poof bye

bye kara

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help myself i just keep talking just

so that i can hear something something else

something other than the sound of the phantoms screaming

of me screaming my voice

is annoying but at least it's better

than that i'd like to hear one of brainy's puns right

now or j’onn's dad advice or nia's memes i'd

like to hear eliza say she loves me i'd like to hear alex

argue i'd like to hear lena

i'd like to hear lena

i'd like to just

anything but my own goddamn voice

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helps to retrace my steps repeat all the same words hey that

was it i heard it then ok what had i said

which word was the trigger i

heard it for sure that time

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help there it is again oh my god the word is

help of course the word is help kara you

are a grade-a dumbass of course if lena was going to build in a voice

command trigger word that word would be

help jesus christ you won't be winning any

prizes for intellect this year will you

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help

ok yes i heard it again what

is that like a tiny clicking sound what

does it mean alright think

like lena what would she have done the word

is help but what does help do

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help ok hello i know it's weird to start a message

with help but

in what has undoubtedly been the most interesting turn of

events since lex luthor blasted me into

this hellhole i have finally

finally figured out that you

lena luthor you

world-saving genius have installed some kind of voice activated command when

i say the word

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help

at least i can only assume that that's

what's happening since every time i say

help i hear a tiny little click which i have decided after

three days or possibly eons of investigation is most likely the

sound of a microphone clicking on to

record so now i just have

to figure out what it's recording

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help lena

lena are you hearing this is that what

you've set this suit up to do have you

set it up so that you can

hear me

probably not right at least probably

not here i don't imagine the cell service in the phantom

zone is all that great but i have to assume these recordings are

going somewhere right because that's what you'd do even

if you couldn't get to the messages yourself you'd have them

go somewhere

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help it still feels weird to start messages

to you like that now that i know that they are

messages to you at least i

hope they are but honestly

it's pretty apt you always did

know what you were doing because lena if

you can somehow hear this i really

could use your help

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help

so i was talking to you for ages and

ages just then before i realised that the

recordings probably don't go on forever right like the

microphone you put in my suit probably only records for

short periods if it's triggered by the word help it's

like a distress call an sos right so i think

i've just been talking when it hasn't been recording i

think it probably cut me

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help ok hello it's me again i have finally

i think managed to figure out your genius i

think the suit records for thirty seconds after i say the

word help i was counting one mississippi two

mississippi like alex used to make me and i think

i counted thirty mississippis lena before another

click which must be the microphone turning off so from

now on i'll try and keep my ramblings under thirty

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help

yes alright i didn't manage it that time i guess i

have a lot to say i know i know i never

shut up i bet you're laughing right now hearing this i

hope you're laughing i hope you're

hearing this i

guess you're not

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help

i guess it doesn't really matter though right because even

if you're not hearing me now which i don't see how you

could be then maybe you'll hear it one day knowing

your genius all this data is probably being backed up to a

server on the international space station or something

else equally bonkers and brilliant but really the reality doesn't matter as

long as i can feel like i'm talking to you that's good

enough for me

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help see i'm getting better at timing these

messages now i'm getting better at

everything i can't tell you how much it's

changed things being

able to talk to you lena it's

brought me back to life i think i know

that sounds dramatic but it's

true you have

and the thing

is that this is not the first time you've

saved me you know not

even close

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help so

today was a good

day not that there are days here and not that

anything is good but my

ankle is finally more fading blue than dark purple

black bruise which i am choosing to take as a sign that

it will probably not fall off and i have probably not crippled

myself for life though i do not think my

future lies in medicine somehow

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help and it was good because i did

not see a single phantom and because

i was thinking about

you for most of it and

your eyes and your hair and your hands and your

smile do not a bad day make not even now not

even here

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help

i've been wondering about the

specifics of this thing you've built in lena since

i have a lot of time to wonder here so

indulge me is my suit saving each one of these audio files in

perpetuity that

seems like it would take a lot of memory and i can't

find any sizeable chip in the helmet so does

it save as audio does it save only text hell is it

videoing me without me knowing i honestly couldn't tell is

it even saving anything at all am i

even being saved at all

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help

please the

phantoms they're

help really

help

if you're there i really

need help

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help

i couldn't speak this

time not for days i'm

sorry i haven't been here but i just

couldn't the phantoms the

the dreams they were so

i can't say it not even to

you some things are not

meant for words

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help i wonder if you're coming

lena i wonder where you are out

there i look for you in the sky you

know but the sky here isn't sky it's only grey and

nightmares so i look for

you in my heart instead because that's one

place i'll never lose you see that's

one place you'll always be

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help

today i am very

very

cold

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help i made a

fire again today first one in a

long time you would be proud i think that i haven't

given up not

completely the flames looked like

the amber of your hair in the sunshine and the

warmth felt like

your skin

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help

i like to think of you listening

to these messages like to imagine you snorting

and rolling your eyes because every time i say

help the way i should say hello

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help now i'm thinking of that dumb

awful john green movie nia made us watch that brainy sobbed at but

you hated it you said it was so cheesy especially that

one line that everybody quoted but now i can't stop

thinking that this is the perfect time so

lena maybe

help can be our always

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help

is that even right have i misremembered the

damn quote what's the original line maybe

okay can be our always is that it well

like you said at the time that isn't even that

romantic so maybe i should rework

it maybe i should use this new most common word in

my vocabulary to tell you what i really want to tell

you what really matters maybe

maybe i should say to you here and

now from the depths of this hellish phantom

zone lena luthor that maybe every time i say help i'm really

saying i love you because oh lena i

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help

it feels

a little strange to say that now even though i

have to say it to start the recording but also it's

not strange at all

things often aren't when

they're true so i'll say

it again and i'll keep saying it forever help

lena

help help help

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help i started salivating today thinking about pot

stickers i haven't eaten

anything in all the time i've been

here yet i'm still alive guess that's one more

fun trick of the phantom

zone when i get out of here the first thing i'm going

to eat is a pot sticker i started

this message by saying it but i'm going to end by saying

it again i love you lena and i

miss you

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help do you think that

if none of these messages ever make it to

you that the phantoms will play them over my

dead body and laugh at what a romantic

sap i've become

fodder for phantom jokes that's all that

i am now and honestly i think

that's alright

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help you know what i've been thinking i

would die before i put you through the hell that is

this place but honestly if you were

here i think it wouldn't be

so bad i don't think

anything could be not

if it had me

and you

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help today

the phantoms almost got me i think they're

getting colder when they come it's like i'm

frozen like there's no life left anywhere it's getting

harder to hope that you're

out there at all i've

been here for so long now have you

forgotten me i've nearly

forgotten me

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help talking to you

is the only time i talk at all now except

in the dreams those awful dreams when i

scream but even then my voice is getting so

weak i think maybe my throat is frozen maybe

i'm shutting down so i'll tell

you again now i can tell you the truth since you're

not here to hear it i

love you lena and i think i might be dying and it

feels like desolation and it feels

like peace

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help there's a

light in the sky not the light of the phantoms this one is

warmer it's brighter it looks

like the sun no no it looks like a

what is that what

it looks like oh my god is it a

ship it's a ship it could be you lena oh

god is it you

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help oh god oh god oh god if

this isn't you if this is just another dream another

illusion i can't take it i can't take this i

can't handle any more false

hope please don't let this be

false ok it's coming

closer it's coming i can hear it now this is

it this is really truly

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help shit fuck it's really oh

my god it's j’onn's ship it's you lena lena

lena it's you

of course it is of course

you're here of course you're going to save me you built

me a suit that will not let me die you

rigged up a broadcast that answers to the word

help so that you would always be able to come when

i called of course you did of course

it's you

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help me i knew you'd find me i knew you'd

save me oh lena oh god you feel so good you smell so

good oh shoot i'm

sorry there's snot on your shirt i don't

care you are you kidding me kara i don't care i don't

you're here you're really i'm here i'm here i

love you i know i heard

your messages you heard me yes they got through when we got

close i heard you kara i love you i love you

too so much oh rao i'm so happy you're here i'm

so happy we can finally say i love you instead of just

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help me god if you don't kiss me in the next

one second i'll start screaming so loud they'll hear

me in the next dimension say no

more sweetheart my god you're

so beautiful i've missed you so

much come here baby come here

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#i truly and honestly don't know if this makes any sense but here we are. i tried <3 #u r right though anon it was only writing something so weird and different from what i usually do #that allowed me to get over the most hideous writer's block that i've been battling for the past few weeks #here's hoping we're back to normal now #hope this is semi-coherent and also that you're having a great day #asks #anonymous #dings dot txt #supergirl #supercorp #supercorp fanfic #kara danvers #lena luthor

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Regulus Black Fluff Alphabet

regulus x gn! reader

requested by anon

warnings; brief mentions of food and anxiety

from this alphabet

A - Affection; how they like to show their love.

Regulus does a lot through touch and reassuring looks/smiles. He finds it hard sometimes to express just how he feels about you, especially considering expressions of love were severely lacking in his life. But when he holds your hand or caresses your face, he feels as if he's spilling all his secrets, and hopes that you understand them.

B - Beauty; what do they especially admire about you?

Your warmth. At first it was practically disarming, but overtime he learned to embrace it and miss it when it was absent, when you were absent. It would be so different to what he was used to, especially with the people closest to him. But he would adore the change that was you.

C - Cuddles; how they like to cuddle you.

Most of the time he likes to have his arms around you, sitting up slightly while you lay against his chest. There's a sense of safety he finds in knowing that you can hear his heartbeat and that it doesn't scare you off. But sometimes, he likes it when you take him in your arms and he can nuzzle in the crook of your neck.

D - Dancing; their favourite place to dance with you.

He is simply a hopeless romantic, and loves to dance with you when it's dark and raining outside, when the two of you are almost completely alone. He loves watching you smile as the rain seeps into your clothes and dampens your hair, and when you rest your head on his chest for some shelter.

E - Excitement; do they get excited with you about things?

Regulus likes to understand things before he gets excited about them with you. If you come running to him with an elated expression and start rambling about whatever brought you this pleasure, he'd want to know why. He'd want to understand you and relate to you. Almost always, he'd become just as excited as you.

F - First Date; your first date together.

The Astronomy Tower. Regulus would want to be alone with you, without prying or judging eyes. It wouldn't be much, maybe some snacks and a drink he brought for you, but he would want to hear you talk and laugh and to see you smile. He'd want to know your likes and dislikes, the memories you cherished, and things you looked back on and laughed at.

G - Goals; do they have things they want to achieve? Do they include you in these things?

For Regulus, his future goals remain largely unclear. Before you, he thought it was simple, but afterwards it would become far more complicated. With the weight of his family, and Sirius' abandonment making it heavier, he would often try to avoid the thought. But if you ever brought it up, he'd tell you that wherever you were, he would be.

H - Honesty; how open are they with you?

Very. Trust is something extremely important to him. While he may not tell you everything the second it happens, he does have every intention of letting you see every side of him, even the parts he wished would vanish from existence. Upon getting to know you, the trials of his family would be revealed slowly, rather than all at once, so he didn't overwhelm you. Of course, he'd be terrified, but he knew it was better that way, and he knew that you would love him all the same.

I - I Love You; do they say it a lot? did they say it first?

Regulus does not say it first, though he'd be sure he felt it first. He confesses straight after you, though, and gradually says it more and more over time. Expressing his feelings would not come easy, and sometimes, rather than tell you how much he appreciated you for listening or how beautiful he thought you were, he simply said 'I love you' in replacement, hoping that it would be enough.

J - Jealousy; do they get jealous?

Not necessarily jealous, but rather insecure. When he sees you laughing with someone else, he'd wonder whether they were better suited to you--they were warmer, more free, happier. Perhaps he brought you down, perhaps he weighed you down, and though he didn't express these insecurities out loud, he'd always seem to be easily read by you. And you'd always be there to reassure him when you needed to.

K - Kiss; their favourite place to kiss you.

Your hands. For Regulus, hands mean so much, represent so much, and yours are his to kiss and hold as much as he pleases. To him it would feel incredibly intimate, despite the fact that your hands can touch others, but that they're only his to kiss and hold. People can always get close, but never as close as he can.

L - Little Spoon; who’s the little spoon?

The majority of the time, you are the little spoon. He likes the idea that he is able to protect you, actually make you feel safe and wanted; it's one of the things he prides himself on. But, there woulds be times when he needed to feel that, and revelled in the warmth of your embrace tightening around him, holding him close.

M - Melody; what’s your song together?

I think your song together would be 'I Want to Hold Your Hand' by The Beatles.

N - Nicknames; do they use nicknames for you?

Yes a few. Some of them would include 'treasure' and/or 'my treasure' because he adores you and could not think of anything better than you. For him, you are what people search for their whole lives, sometimes without ever finding it. And, because he speaks French, ‘mon chéri /ma chérie' for definite.

O - Open Book; how hard was it to get to know them?

It wasn't necessarily hard, just gradual. However, you would have always suspected that Regulus did not have it easy and were content with him going at his own pace, and appreciating that he was brave enough to reveal it all to you. It never seemed too slow, rushed, or overwhelming--he picked his timings well and never let things become too heavy. He'd also be very conscious that everyone had their own burdens, and would make sure he always left time and room for you to air anything you wanted or needed.

P - PDA; how affectionate they are in public.

Not very much at all. He prefers to show you his love when it's just the two of you. But he isn't afraid to let other people know that you're in a relationship, and will often intertwine his fingers with yours, whisper things in your ear, and kiss your temple.

Q - Quirk: a weird but loveable trait of theirs.

He never signs his name, he always signs R.A.B. Even when it's small notes to you, little love letters, or ordinary letters, he will never sign it as Regulus, but with his full initials.

R - Romance; how romantic are they?

So much. He loves leaving you love notes, writing love letters to you, slow dancing with you, playing music for you, watching the stars with you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, snuggling up in bed with you with a good book. He loves to do it all.

S - Secrets; do they keep secrets from you?

Not really. Perhaps only ones he thinks would unnecessarily hurt you, like what his family says about you. He doesn't tell you because he doesn't think it matters, they don't matter to him, only you do, and he wants their words to mean nothing.

T - Thrill; do they like to keep the relationship new and exciting?

He likes to, and he tries. He certainly likes surprising you, even if only to see that smile. He likes taking you places, learning your favourite songs on the piano simply because you like hearing them, taking you on spontaneous trips or dates. He's not on for grand, public gestures, but he still keeps excitement in the relationship his own way. But he also knows when things need to be slow and calm, and doesn't mind it either way.

U - Understanding; how they comfort/support when you’re upset or anxious.

He knows that most things said would be wrong, even if they were intended to be reassuring and understanding. Even when you talk about what's bothering you or don't, it can be hard to say the right thing. So instead, he takes you in his arms, rubs your back, kisses your cheek and gets you any comfort foods that you wish for. Sometimes, words speak far less than actions.

V - Vexed; how easily they lose their temper.

With his family, and even with Sirius, Regulus can lose his temper very quickly, but you understand that their relationship has not been easy, nor do you care for his family. With you, it's rare that he loses his temper or raises his voice at you. When he does, there are usually other factors that have contributed to his mood, and he is quick to apologise afterwards.

W - Weakness; what’s their weakness what it comes to you?

Your smile. So easily it can make him feel like he's falling from the stars, watching the constellations become smaller and smaller as he slips into the earth's atmosphere, burning and smiling and falling completely in love with you every time he sees it.

X - Xtra; random hc about them.

Regulus likes to speak in French to you when there are things he is too afraid to say or things he thinks sound more romantic when said in another language. Even if you can understand him, there's something less nerve-racking about saying it in French, it's almost like he's playing himself in another world, but still hopelessly in love with you.

Y - Years to Come; how they imagine your future together.

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if you’re too shy • richie tozier

(richie tozier x cam girl!reader smut)

[based off the song if you’re too shy (let me know) by the 1975.]

requested: i can't find it lol BUT 🤍anon (i think) requested a fic based off of the 1975′s new song, if you’re too shy let me know !!

warnings: swearing, alcohol use, switch!richie kinda, smut, unprotected sex, a tiny bit of cumplay i guess, mentions of phone sex, oral sex (female receiving), face sitting, a bit of dirty talking, UNEDITED as always

also i wrote this in a different style than usual and idk if i like it much but u can let me know what u guys think,, if its weird i can go in and change the povs since its 3rd person richie

[losers + reader are 21+ in this.]

7.4k words lol

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i see her online all the time i'm trying not to stare down there while she talks about her tough time

"h-hey, man, who's that?" the voice from right next to richie makes him damn near leap out of his seat. it makes beverly chuckle a bit as she takes a bite of her apple, shaking her head. "it’s nobody." richie says quickly as he tilts his phone towards his chest and shoots a toothy grin to bill. his friend raises his full eyebrows, "wh-what, so n-nobody was sending you n-nudes?"

"something like that." richie mutters, stomach fluttering as the image flashes in his mind’s eye - the curves, the dark red lace, the plush skin painting a perfect scene in richie’s vivid imagination.

richie looks back down at the photo. his his thumbs hover over the profile picture; he'd found her originally on his instagram explore page, the photos teasing and immediately he had to know more. y/n.

and then a few days later, he'd subscribed to her only fans, which he never quite thought he'd do with anyone, but he couldn't help it. she was so enticing, so perfect and so alluring. it was the playfulness that pulled him in; and he swears he's never lusted after somebody like he has with her. it was kind of starting to freak him out.

"is that o-onlyfans?" bill says and richie shoves bill's nosy face off his shoulder with a panicked grunt. "fuck off, mushmouth."

bill laughs and stan and bev perk up from across the table, staring at the two, interests suddenly piqued. "did you subscribe to a girl's onlyfans, rich?" stan says with a grin, setting his pen down on his notebook.

richie just smirks and wiggles his brows a bit, enough to confirm his question. bill chuckles from next to richie.

"let me see." bev says, wiggling her manicured nails in a "gimme" motion. richie hands his phone over with red cheeks. normally he wouldn't care about his friends discovering he's paid money just to see a hot chick's bod, but this was different. for some reason, he felt connected to her. god, that thought made him want to slam his head against a brick wall. she doesn't even know him, for all he knows she could live in the middle of.... montana, or like, ohio.

bev whistles and stan nods, "if i looked like that," bev mumbles as she tosses richie's phone back towards him, "i'd do that too. mad props."

noises of agreement fill the table but richie's just looking at the small smirk that peeks from the corner of one of the photos and he can't help but wonder what her eyes are like in real life. he wishes he could meet her.

girl of your dreams, you know what i mean there's something 'bout her stare that makes you nervous and you say things that you don't mean

it's a cold day when bill and richie find themselves stumbling in to the coffee shop for a drink. bill's muttering about some girl in his creative writing class that gave him head when richie's eyes catch a figure so familiar yet foreign that he stops dead in his tracks. bill turns to him, face confused. "r-richie, what's wrong w-with you?"

richie shakes his head, stammering in disbelief, "that-that's her, bill. the girl, from onlyfans. y/n." he whispers, gesturing with his eyes towards the girl working the register.

bill’s jaw goes slack, green eyes raking over her form and igniting richie’s stomach with boiling rage. as if bill’s doing something that only richie is allowed to do – as if they're not both being total creeps.

“h-holy sh-shit. she’s b-beautiful.” bill mumbles. richie elbows him in the ribs, shooting him a glare that prompts an eye-roll from his auburn haired friend.

richie swallows and watches, his throat feeling like sandpaper as she laughs at something the customer in front of them said. bill nudges richie, "i-i'm gonna get a s-seat. t-talk to her."

he winks and grins as he walks away, leaving richie with his reckless self. he thinks he's sweating through his sweater as he walks up, finding himself face-to-face with her. "hi, how can i help you?" she asks, giving him a smile

holyshitholyshitholyshit.

he might've just came right then and there. okay, he's gotta say something cool, something smooth. don't be a dumbass, tozier.

"howdy, sugar. i'll have my coffee like i like my women." his mouth blurts as his brain sirens go off, PUT ON THE BRAKES, RICH – "a hot shock to the lap.”

she glares at him, cheeks light pink and eyebrows pulled together in annoyance and yep, richie's probably going to get hard because of that look but he's also probably going to toss his body off a bridge because what the fuck, tozier?

he can hear bill laughing quietly from a ways away and he quickly shakes his head, muttering quietly, "jail. jail, richard."

"funny." she deadpans, clearly not amused. because of course she isn't.

"sorry, i'll have a black coffee, y/n." he mutters, eyes widening to himself when he realizes she was not wearing a goddamn name tag and he just said her name.

this is a disaster. she gives him a bewildered, slightly creeped out look and if richie wasn't panicking, he'd gape at how she still managed to be effortlessly gorgeous even now.

he sighs, shaking his head, the door of the cafe opening and blowing a gust of frigid air through the warm room. fitting - douche chill.

"look, toots, i don't want this to be weird. i- um, i recognize you." he says, cheeks aflame. she raises a brow, face straight for a few moments, unsure what he means.

it's not long after when recognition flashes over her own face - must have ruled out coffee shop, university and her local gym - and she nods with a tight, almost uncomfortable smile.

he tries not to think of the livestream he watched last night where she showed all her new gifts and modeled lingerie, and how he’d spent his time to himself with his left hand immediately after watching. his cheeks are red with shame.

"okay." is all she says, writing down a scribbled order on the coffee cup. her eyes shoot back up and give richie a once-over that really makes his fingers itch - god, why did he have to be this way?

he almost runs his fingers through his curls but decides against it, eyes opting to focus on her own gorgeous eyes as they meet him. "i'm impressed i have a fan who looks like you, i must say. even if you are a complete jack ass." she purrs and his jaw nearly smacks the floor at its velocity as it flies open.

"what's that supposed to mean?" he asks then with a small grin, flattered at the tiniest of compliments that just barely, in his mind, eclipsed the insult that he so very much deserved.

"i'm saying you're kind of a dick. it's too bad, because you're real cute." she says casually, handing him his change. his stomach flips and butterflies release in his chest, a feeling that he's not felt in almost five years.

but damn, of course he messed up - he got the chance to talk to the hottest girl on earth and he started it by saying an awful joke that wasn't funny at all. of course she though he was a dick, he is one.

he's shocked, though, as he waits for his coffee with bill, who is still snickering into his hand every few moments, to find his coffee cup with extra sharpie scribbled on the white paper. a name.

y/n. and below it is a phone number with a small heart scribbled, and richie can't tell if it's a seven or a one but he figures he'd try every phone number in the damn state if it meant he could fucking text her. holy fuck.

"maybe i would like you better if you took off your clothes i'm not playing with you, baby i think that you should give it a go" she said, "maybe i would like you better if you took off your clothes i wanna see, and stop thinking if you're too shy, then let me too shy, then let me know"

he didn't text her for two days and three hours. yes, he counted it. no, he won't think about why he was obsessing over the numbers - but since the time he'd finally had found the courage to text her today, things have escalated proficiently.

she'd just mentioned how hot it was in her apartment since her heater had gone haywire - even though the winter winds were cold, she'd claimed she was burning up in what she was wearing.

and the mere mention of her clothing had sent richie into somewhat of a spiral, spending at least seven minutes glued to his phone and scrolling through the saved album he had of those photos of her that she'd posted; his sweatpants getting increasingly tight and his palm suddenly aching to slip through the fabric and find some release.

but, in true trashmouth fashion, he apparently needed that sweet, sweet rejection from a hot cam girl he'd somehow weaseled into getting the number of in order to wank off properly, so he types out a text and hits send immediately.

what are you wearing?

and then he almost vomits in embarrassment – what was she going to think? did he just royally fuck up? oh god, he’s going to have to shave his head and move to canada.

his phone buzzes and he nearly passes out when he lays his eyes upon the image attached – there her body is again, curvy and full and beautiful, her skin glowing in the fading light of what he assumes is her bedroom. and with it:

this. what are you wearing, rich?

and then he pulls his gaze from his phone and stands, breathing heavily because holy shit.

he's gotten nudes before, but.... none from someone like her. holy shit.

he walks to his bathroom, splashing water on his beet-red cheeks. he swallows, staring at himself in the mirror. fuck.

he slaps his cheek once, then winking at himself in attempt to muster any sliver of confidence. and then he snaps a picture, only in his boxers.

and then he has to physically refrain from making a joke about wearing the same lingerie set as her, instead sending a flirty text that he knows any other woman would blush at. he just doesn’t know with y/n, and maybe that’s why he loves it so much. she's keeping him on his toes.

you like what you see?

he sends that one afterwards, shaking his head because oh my god, she's going to respond with "no" and then bill him $40 for the nude she sent him. not that he wouldn't pay, but...

his phone dings and he nearly breaks an ankle running to his desk.

yeah, i do. but maybe i'd like you better without any clothes on.

he almost yells out loud at this, but he has a feeling that waking up stan in the middle of the night would not be optimal after their 'roommate agreement' they'd made that explicitly states richie cannot scream between 1am - 9am. so instead he smirks to himself, face turning red.

he's getting harder by the moment, and as he stares at that picture she'd sent earlier, he lets out a breathy groan. the lace....

we could face time yk

or we don't have to.

he reads her words in live time, watching the thought bubble appear again and watching it like a hawk. he can just imagine her sitting there with a small smirk as another text comes in and he almost groans as his dick twitches.

like, if you're too shy or something ;)

he stares at the screen for two seconds at that sinful photo she'd sent just before those texts and then sighs, shaking his head and pressing the green face-time call button.

i've been wearing nothing every time i call you and i'm starting to feel weird about it sometimes it's better if you think about it this time, i think i'm gonna drink through it

three days later, richie was undeniably and unequivocally drunk. but, as he's just explained about three times to mike, he knows that it is just easier to not think right, especially about her, right now - and the best way to do that is by getting so piss drunk that even if he tried to "hit her line," as he so eloquently put it, his dick would be too whiskey'd out to make a full appearance.

it's for the best. mike had fake gagged at richie’s cadence with a laugh, but richie was dead serious because he was starting to think he had a real issue.

it was obviously just a fun thing to do between two near-strangers, but he'd found that he was starting to almost pavlov-style condition himself into getting turned on every time the name y/n came across his recent texts or face times, and it was getting to be too much.

especially when her post notification popped up and he cracked a fatty in the middle of his econ lecture. christ, the point of elasticity of markers in the u.s. was not something he pictured when he usually had to quell a pitch in his tent. so yeah, it's too much.

because yes, he loves her fucking body and wants nothing more than her, but in truth he longs for the feeling of her skin against his; to touch her, to kiss her, to make her his. all the time.

but yet, it was just a good way to get off without all the strings and ribbons and yarn and whatever the fuck her soft-looking knit bra is made from attached.

so much for not thinking about her.

but i see her online (and don't think that i should be calling) all the time (i just wanted a happy ending) and i'm pretending i don't care about her stare while she's giving me a tough time

it’s noon the next day and he's laying in (for some reason) stan's bed instead of his own with a blinding, mind-splitting headache and an insatiable craving for a cheeseburger, eyes squinting in lust and something akin to shame as he watches the livestream y/n had just started. she’s in a slip – a very thin, silk and see through slip and it makes him more frustrated than he’s willing to admit.

as he stares at her smooth skin and wonders how it'd be to touch it all, her eyes catch something in the chat and she smiles coyly. "hi, rich." she purrs and richie almost chokes - holy shit, she saw him join.

"do you like my gift i just got?" she asks coyly, snapping the straps of her bra with a small smile and he stiffens almost instantly, thinking of how many times he'd seen her skin in videos and photos that were just for him.

how she'd moaned his name two nights ago on face time, her fingers buried inside herself slightly off-camera. and oh, how he wishes he could see all of her, but they'd not crossed that line yet - anything they'd done hadn't been yet proven visually, only from facial expressions, noises, and the brutal honestly of being together through face time.

he wants her so fucking bad, he needs her like he needs water to drink and air to breathe and it's murdering him as he watches her react to the chat of her livestream, playing with the hem of her black lace panties.

god, he needs a cold shower or something if he's going to get anything done today.

and then he's calling her an a few hours after her stream ends because he just can't wait - he feels his stomach twist with shame as he realizes he should not be doing such a certainly a terrible idea. but she answers after three rings. "richie." her siren voice purrs and he literally feels himself fall deeper into the pit.

"hi there, toots. got any coffee in the pot for me?" he asks, sounding surprisingly eloquent compared to how she normally makes him feel.

she hums in fake thought, and it makes richie grin. she's fucking adorable. "come to the shop, i have my break in ten." and then she hangs up. he sighs, rubbing his face with his hand as he shakes his head. he's utterly fucked.

he's there in record time, a smirk plastered on his face as he walks in and sees her sitting at a table, lookin' all pretty. just for him.

"what made you think of calling?" she says in loo of a greeting. he sits across from her and wills his eyes to meet hers. "nothin' toots." he says with a half shrug, taking a sip of the coffee placed in front of him that has the the name 'dick' written on it in her handwriting. he rolls his eyes affectionately.

"oh, so it wasn't anything to do with my livestream this morning?" she asks with a look, eyeing him. her eyes are swimmable, they hold so many stories and secrets and maybe richie's just hungover, but he's feeling very flustered.

"we-w, uh, no. what... what are you talking about?" he rolls his eyes at himself inwardly, cursing stuttering bill and his contagious speech patterns. "-i don't know what you're talking about, sugar." he recovers fairly smoothly, if he may toot his own horn. and honestly, he can pretend not to care as long as he doesn't look into that goddamn stare of hers.

he chuckles awkwardly, cheeks aflame as she stares at him with a bored look and a small hum. she still looks perfect and he's even more nervous now, because oh god, oh fuck, he's gonna get slapped in the face by y/n.

it was pretty unspoken since they'd started doing... stuff... that richie probably still watched her content online, but she'd never fully addressed it until today during the livestream in front of a thousand others.

he's choking on his spit in shame but then a smile splits her face and richie's sure he's suffocated on his own saliva and gone to a sinner's heaven. or maybe hell.

"oh, richie, i'm just teasing you. look at your face!" she says with an airy laugh, pinching his cheeks and making him want to shrivel up as he turns even redder. what the fuck? "-so cute. alright, i've got to get back to work. i'll see you around, rich." she says with a wink, taking her coffee and tossing it into the trash bin as she stalks towards the employee back room.

he gapes as he watches her leave and then gets up and makes his way to the exit, clutching the coffee like it was trying to jump out of his grasp and make a run for it. god, she's too much.

"maybe i would like you better if you took off your clothes i'm not playing with you, baby i think that you should give it a go" she said, "maybe i would like you better if you took off your clothes i wanna see, and stop thinking If you're too shy, then let me too shy, then let me know"

"-babe, you'll have to try harder than that." richie says with a chuckle, watching his phone screen as the beautiful girl on face time gives him a sly, challenging look. she's in a green lace bra, one richie's not seen yet and he can feel himself stiffen as she absently trails her fingers over her chest.

they'd been much closer over the last week since he last saw her in person, enough so that in the three-is weeks of knowing her, he's positive he's head over ass for her in a way that he shouldn't be. and yet, she still comes back every time, still texts him and answers those face time calls. he's baffled, honestly.

"i know you hate me because i'm right." he adds, not even totally remembering what point he's trying to prove as y/n shifts back a bit and more of her body is revealed, her hair glowing dimly in the soft lighting of her room. his eyes run over her curves, her full thighs and stomach and hips that fill over her panties and he almost groans.

"whatever, maybe i'd like you better if you took off your clothes." she says coyly. and richie's half flattered, as usual, but the more he thinks of it the more deflated he feels. he kind of thought they were growing something more than just getting each other off over face time like horny fifteen year olds. he grins nonetheless.

"you say that a lot, you know." richie says breathlessly as he stares at her. she tilts her head ever so slightly and grins, biting her lip as her eyes move around her screen with a conflicted look. "-why?" he adds.

she hums again.

"well. okay, so there's the visual world - like, the internet, onlyfans, instagram- it tells us that everything is amazing. and we should want everything. and it makes us yearn for everything that we don’t have and everything that’s unobtainable. you know, love, a relationship beyond physical. and even physical, it's different when it's online."

her words confuse him much more than they aid him. "you think... that because of the internet, love is unattainable?" he asks with furrowed brows, unsure how somebody so perfect and, quite frankly, lovable, would think that.

"it is for me." she says it with a small sense of forlorning but mostly it's whispered. enough that richie's heart skips a beat and he's, for the first time, not having a hard time keeping his eyes on her face instead of her body.

"what?" he asks dumbly. she just laughs, shaking her head and he stares at her on his tiny phone screen in the dark.

"that’s something that, you know. in real life, person to person, it has a lot of connotations of... trust and vulnerability and connection. doing what i do- and what we're doing… on the internet - it has the opposite of those connotations. like, before you, i didn't- i didn't really do this, i just was selling stuff. because guys don't want to fuck the girl who sells her body online. and you know now, i want to..." she trails off and richie doesn't dare interrupt her because he thinks she's about to say something he's wanted to tell her for a while now.

"i don't know, i guess. exploring someone's body in physical presence isn't seen at all as voyeuristic, or anything apart from...like, an intimate exchange." she says it casually, brushing hair from her face and shit, richie's swooning. he's in fucking love, he knows it, because y/n is so smart and intelligent and he's so fucking trashed for her. as she speaks, her hands move and distract him slightly from her body, doused in blue light from the screen and splayed out for him and only him on her phone camera.

the soft lace on her hips and chest make his body stiffen and it causes him to suppress a groan as she sighs, but richie knows he can’t screenshot this heavenly sight because she’ll definitely notice and she can probably already tell he’s having a hard time not staring at her alluring figure as she talks.

"-whereas, you know. as soon as it happens on the internet, it becomes kinky and cam-girly. and, you know, that's fine. i love doing it. it's just, i'm not sure where the authentic communication even is now. or if i get to have a happy ending." she says and he finally sees her blush for the first time.

he wishes he was there with her, he wishes that he could touch the redness on her cheeks and caress her curvy body and taste her skin on his tongue. he wants to feel himself inside her, he wants to be with her and kiss her lips and yet he can't, so he sighs and shifts in his position, moving to turn up the brightness of his phone so he can see better.

"shouldn't you get to be the one to decide that, doll?" is all he adds. because he feels kind of lost and just as confused as y/n is with this.

he's starting to feel weird about it, because... is this authentic? what makes things like hookups or whatever the hell they've been doing authentic? shouldn't this be easy? it's just phone sex, phone sex with a really hot girl.

a girl who is complex and alive and full of sincerity and richie is definitely falling harder than he should.

she just sighs but makes no other comment. and then they just stare at each other, richie's face illuminated in his dark room by the phone's reflection.

well, i found a motel it looked like the bins i think there'd been a murder so we couldn't get in i need to get back i've gotta see the girl on the screen

"come over and watch a movie with me." he says into the phone, biting his lip. the silence from the other end of the line is deafening as she makes her decision, because they both know she's not about to come over just to watch the shining or psycho.

they've never done that before, and richie knows if she does come over, then whatever they have will crash down in a fiery mess. and he hates how excited that makes him as he waits in silence for her to drop the ball. so to speak.

"okay." she says, sounding shocked herself, and richie can't contain the excited grin from eclipsing his face. "yeah?" he asks breathlessly, and she's quiet for a little longer. "yeah. text me your address."

she hangs up after that, and richie's thumbs shake as he types his address and sprints out to where stan, mike, ben, and bill are playing video games in he and stan's living room, wheezing at all of them to get out because someone fucking unbelievable is about to walk through that door.

she's there about an hour later, cheeks flushed when richie opens his door, looking just as nervous and flustered. "hi, chee." she says breathlessly, staring up at him with those goddamn eyes, the eyes that pulled him in the first time. his stomach flips in affection at her nickname and he offers her a drink as she takes in his shitty apartment. he wonders briefly if stan ended up buying that rosé that he'd given him shit for considering, and then prays that stan will stay the night elsewhere.

she's already pouring out glasses of wine when he snaps back to reality, and he grins at her, mumbling in thanks as she passes him a glass that's certainly poured almost to the brim.

"what are we watching, then?" she asks coyly, lifting a brow at him. his cheeks are red, but he tugs her arm down the hall towards his room with a grin, their wine sloshing from their glasses as they move erratically.

"we're watching psycho, y/n/n." he says as he pulls her into his room, glancing back to see she's already swallowed down almost half her glass, a lipstick stain on the side of it. faintly he knows stan will be frustrated if richie doesn't clean that off, but he's more distracted by her lips.

"i like psycho." she says with a nod and a cheeky grin, "the whole 'voyeuristic gaze' thing with hitchcock." she mumbles, and richie recalls faintly learning about that in one of his film classes freshman year and he grins as he takes a hefty gulp of his rosé, figuring he's already given himself away and if she's going to do that, he can too.

he hums, setting down his glass and grabbing hers to set it besides his on the bedside table. he turns around, intending on grabbing his laptop so they could watch the film, but she's so much closer that he'd expected and her hands fall onto his shoulders and he almost shits himself.

unpleasant, but honest. just richie's style.

"can i try something?" she asks with a grin, and richie nods, knowing that she could do anything to him and he'd gladly let it happen and most likely pay out of pocket for the damages afterwards.

and then she's pulling him from her grip on his shoulders, her lips sliding against his and making him grip her hips. his mind almost explodes at with y/n-sensory-overload because he feels her everywhere - on his lips, against his hands, on his shoulders, and pressing against his front.

her lips taste like chamomile and rosé.

she thinks his lips taste like vanilla and cigarette smoke, just as she'd always imagined. he feels so real, pressed against her lips and his body against hers, and she sighs as her tongue slips into his mouth because god, she's needed him for so long. and now she has him.

his hands move, touching every inch of her as their tongues fight for dominance. she pulls back, smirking as she gently pushes him onto his mattress, sliding onto his lap smoothly afterwards, grinding her hips against his slowly.

the moan he emits is heavenly and she could cry because she finally gets to hear it in person and not through the crackling static frequency of the phone.

so she grinds down on him again, eager to feel all of him. he's hardening against her core and she whimpers into his mouth in need as his fingers slip under her top, rubbing circles on her bare skin and making her shiver. she's noticed to this gentleness; it was rare when she did get to enjoy the comfort of another body with her own, and when she did they were hardly half as loving or caring as him.

she's desperate now, she needs to feel him inside her after all these weeks of teasing and waiting, so her hand snakes down to palm him through his sweats. he lets out a small groan into her mouth, biting her lip as he pulls back slightly. their eyes meet and his are hooded with lust, lips parted as she pumps him slowly from outside his sweats. his hips buck up lightly into her palm and she smiles gently, kissing him slowly.

"let me make you feel good, y/n." he mutters, eyes pleading as he stares up at her. her stomach flutters with butterflies and she nods, shocked that he wants to pleasure her.

he gently pulls her off his lap until she's laying on his mattress and he stares down at her, biting his lip as he takes her in. he can't fucking believe she's really here. she slowly pulls off her top, leaving her in her bra and jeans as she stares up at him with a wry, seductive smile. then she unzips her jeans and slides them off, leaving her in his favorite set of hers - black, lacy, and revealing. she looks utterly stunning and he groans, his hands falling to run over the skin, tracing the lace on her breasts. her cheeks are red as she gazes up at him.

"touch me, richie." she orders and he almost groans as he drags his lips over the valley of her breasts, sucking on the soft flesh and admiring the splashes of budding purple and pink that he's created. her heartbeat is quick under his fingertips and he moves to unclip her bra, kissing her skin as the fabric falls away.

she's slightly cold in his room, and goosebumps appear over her flesh as richie leans to catch a nipple in her mouth, flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud. she lets out a quiet whine that has richie rutting into the mattress next to her, his fingers trailing down to dance at the waistline of her underwear.

and then he's pulling aside her panties, his fingers running up and down her slick folds and making her jump in lust. he can't wait, just like her, and he's rubbing her clit teasingly as she pleads, "chee, please." her eyes are eyes closed in bliss as his finger slips inside her, crooking slightly as he moves it. he presses his lips to the skin of her breast, pumping his finger and then soon adding another, crooking them both in a way that makes her let out guttural moans of pleasure. he marks her breasts with littered pink and red marks, smiling to himself at her figure.

she can't help but swoon as she watches him, his hair in his face slightly until she brushes it back, his fingers curling inside her and making her gasp, pleasure coursing through her body. his thumb softly comes up to rub her neglected clit and she grabs his shoulders to steady herself, the pleasure almost too much.

she's honestly slightly shocked - knowing richie as little as she really does outside of the literal booty calls at two in the morning and the accumulative forty five minutes they'd spent in person, she'd expected him to be... well, good. just good. because there's no way someone so funny, caring, and smart could also be that good in the sheets.

but right now, he's making her see goddamn stars.

"i've been wanting to touch you for so long, sugar." he mutters, eyes raking over her figure as her breath comes in stuttering gasps. she watches him with blown-wide eyes as his demeanor changes right before her, making her fall apart at his fingertips.

"that feel good, honey?" he asks, smirking as she whimpers, clenching around his fingers. "yes, god you feel so good." she utters, making him groan in approval from where he's sat back, watching her face contort in pleasure. she lets out another moan and richie stares at her body, watching his fingers as they fuck into her. he can't take it, then.

"will you sit on my face, doll?" he blurts, and she nearly yelps out as his fingers leave her. it's abrupt, but she's started to notice that this is how he operates - impulsivity is his second nature. and she loves it.

her face burns as she nods, the thought of richie under her making her whimper with anticipation. "yes, richie, please." she moans out again and he's grinning, laying back on the mattress with a wink. "c'mere, need to taste that pretty little pussy." he mutters and she feels herself clench around nothing, desperate for him as she swings a leg around to straddle his head.

immediately, his hands wrap around her thighs, thumbs smoothing over her stretch marks as he stares up at her, eyes glinting with desire. slowly, his finger pulls the seat of her lace panties to the side and his breath hits her bare, throbbing pussy, making her breath hitch. she cards her fingers through his hair and lowers herself slightly, gasping in shock as his tongue darts out to lick a bold stripe up from her entrance to her clit.

"chee," she moans out, tightening her grip in his hair and sending a groan through his body that reverberates and makes her shiver. his lips attach to her clit and fiery pleasure snakes through her body making her legs shake, a moan escaping her lips immediately. he sucks lightly before releasing to swirl his tongue, her moans making richie impossibly harder through his sweats.

"so good, rich." she mutters and he groans, tongue spreading her wet folds and slowly prodding at her entrance, dipping in slowly before pulling out, teasing her.

she can't help but grind down slightly, making richie grip her tightly, tongue sliding into her again and making her yelp. "you taste so good, baby." he mutters lowly before slowly reattaching himself to her heat, her eyes rolling slightly at the sensation as he fucks his tongue into her. one of his hands snakes up to her ass, gripping it tightly and then slapping it, the stinging pleasure making her buck her hips against him, emitting a hiss from her.

"rich, i-" she cuts herself off with a sharp gasp, the pleasure from richie's mouth making it increasingly harder to speak. her toes curl and her head tilts back as his tongue flicks over her clit, teeth grazing it slightly and making her buck.

she's embarrassingly close already, and judging by the way richie's smirking under her, he can tell. "please, please." she mutters, hips rocking on him as his tongue swirls, nipping softly at her clit and making her cry out. "please, make me cum, 'chee." she mutters and his tongue moves quicker, hand slapping her ass again.

and then she's clenching her thighs on either side of him and grinding down as she hits her peak, moaning quietly as she shakes in pleasure on top of him. he rides through her high, lapping at her and pulling away with a grin as she moans his name dejectedly. she's worn out from the best orgasm she's ever had and he gently nudges her so he slides in between her thighs, her back now on the mattress. he kisses her cheek and she keens quietly.

"fuck me, richie." she mutters, eyes still closed. his eyes snap to hers, surprised at the dominance in her voice after how she was two seconds ago.

he moans quietly, kissing her deeply as he ruts against her and relishes in the feeling. he's pulling off his sweats and boxers in record time and then he's pumping himself as he grips her hips, turning her so she's on her stomach, ass propped up slightly. his hand runs over the smooth skin of her ass, snapping the elastic of her panties and making her moan quietly.

then he's lining up her hips with his, pulling aside the lacy seat of her underwear to press against her entrance. he waits a moment as he leans to press a soft kiss to her spine, slowly easing into her. she moans loudly as he eases in, her face pressing against the pillows. she smiles as she smells the scent she'd just recently come to know as his, his cock stretching her and filling her up fully as he buries himself to the hilt inside her.

"so tight, sugar." he mutters and she whimpers, getting antsy as she adjusts to his size. "richie, please, need it so bad." she mutters, bucking her hips back against him in need.

"say that again." he mutters, sounding strangled, and she grins into the sheets. "please fuck me, richie. need it so bad, need to feel you ruin me." she whimpers, chest fluttering in anticipation. his hands grip her hips as he pulls out of her slowly, almost as slowly as he entered, before stopping almost all the way out. she moans loudly in pleasure as he pushes back in, snapping his hips against hers and filling her completely.

she briefly thanks god that his roommate seemed to be out for the night as she moans his name loud enough for the neighbors to hear.

he sets a brutal pace, his cock thick as it fills her up and makes her toes curl. he pushes her hair away from her neck and presses kisses to it as he hits a spot inside her that makes her scream his name. his fingers move to pinch her nipples, rolling them as he fucks into her.

she's completely blissed out at the feeling of him inside her, so glad that he invited her over and that they finally get to touch each other. "rich, oh my god." she emits, eyes squinted shut in complete pleasure.

"fuck, toots, takin' me so well, aren't you?" he asks, hands kneading her ass before slapping her right ass cheek harshly, making her arch her back. at the new angle they both let out a groan and richie knows he'll fucking cum too soon if they stay like this, so without warning he pulls out completely.

y/n whines, breathing heavily as his hands come to flip her around. now on her back, they make eye contact and she bites her lip, pulling him in for a searing kiss that knocks the wind out of both of them. images of richie in his room alone, snaps and late-night face times play through her mind as he grips her and slides her hips down towards him on the mattress and lines himself to her again, pulling her legs up so they're against his chest before pushing in.

he gives no time to adjust to this angle and it makes her moan loudly as he hits a spot deep inside her that pulls her closer and closer to her second orgasm.

his name leaves her cherry lips like a mantra and he can't stop staring at her as he fucks her into the mattress - the way her tits bounce with his brutal pace, the way her face is twisted in pleasure, the way she clenches and spasms around his cock.

one hand grips her breast, rubbing her nipple with his thumb and forefinger as he kisses her again, addicted to her taste as he feels himself coming closer and closer to the edge.

"chee, fuck, right there." she moans out and he groans in pleasure, the feeling of her walls clenching around him making his hips stutter. he keeps his thrusts up, though, as her fingernails rake down his back leaving small trails of burning pleasure in their wake.

her skin is covered with a sheen line of sweat as she looks up at him, hair wild and lips kiss-bruised. "god, don't stop, 'm gonna cum." she mutters and he snaps his hips harder, eager to make her cum so hard all she can think of is his name.

he moves a hand down to rub at her clit and he moans into her neck as she clenches hard around him, her hips bucking spastically. he can tell she's about to cum, and after a hard thrust, she does for the second time, spasming around him and sending waves of pleasure up his body. she's moaning his name, pulling him closer in bliss as she becomes sensitive and god damn it, she's so fucking beautiful.

"please cum, richie." she whispers against his lips, "please." and then at her will, he's spilling into her, hips stuttering as he pushes as deep into her as he can, loving how she clenches in sensitivity around him. he stays inside her for a moment as they breathe, coming down from their highs and eyes closed as they take in what just happened.

"holy shit." he says because yeah, that's like all he can say right now because he just got to fuck y/n and she's kissing his fucking collarbones right now and its making him blush and his heart flutter.

"that was...incredible." she whispers against his skin and he can feel her smile against his skin. it makes him feel all soft inside as he pulls out of her and flops next to her, kissing her forehead.

his fingers flutter over her sensitive core, smiling as he sees how wrecked she is, some cum dripping down her leg. he then soothes over the lace panties, patting her lightly and kissing her red cheek.

"rich?" she asks, making him look up at her. he hums in question, pushing some of her hair back. "can we still watch the movie?"

his heart swells and he grins, kissing her softly. "of course, doll. you're too cute." he says with a wink, making her roll her eyes. he hands her his shirt and then pulls sweats on himself, mumbling "stay here" and padding out to the kitchen to get her water and snacks, then returning minutes later to see her holding his phone in her clutch with a smirk.

"what're you doing?" he asks with a smile, but she shakes her head, making grabby hands for him and the snacks. so he laughs, cuddling up with the girl of his dreams and watching a flick, falling sleep with tangled limbs and a lipstick-stained neck.

and after she leaves the next morning with a kiss and a wink, he checks his phone and smirks to himself as he notices the lock screen she'd apparently made last night while he was making snacks.

a photo of her in his bed, wearing his shirt, a soft smirk on her face, neck littered in budding hickeys and a hand between her thighs next to her black lace panties.

god, she's going to be the absolute death of him.

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painted-crow · 4 years ago

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Submission Time #10

so grateful for any input--it's a bit of a doozy but it's been weighing on me for a while :')

after struggling with my sorting literally forever i'm just realizing it might be burned. like... a couple layers of charring on the primary imo, and the secondary isn't doing so hot either. i've been cutting this down and it still reads like a sad diary entry but hopefully it's a bit more comprehensible now.

Spoiler alert: I've read ahead and... yes, friend, you're Burned. Hugs.

This post includes semi random bonus colors thrown in because there's like... lots of words I could say, and I don't have that many words available in my brain's stockroom right now, so we're extra colorful instead. Enjoy?

primary-wise, i would LIKE to trust my gut, but who hasn't had irrational, overwhelming feelings before? i can't make sense of it, fast enough or ever--and people who think they can make me jealous/nervous--so i go for rules, fact-checking, advice to find somewhere safe again. until of course that advice turns sketchy or uncomfy. then, even if i don't know WHY, i have to ditch it (which is also uncomfy bc it's flimsy and inexplicable but sticking w something that feels questionable hurts worse, even if it's more logical).

You might have already figured this out since writing this, but you're like... a textbook Stripped Gryff. Ouch.

It also sounds like you've tried to pick up a model or two to fill the gap, but it keeps falling apart on you...

worst is that tied up in the advice i abandon are my feelings about the people who gave it! i take into account only the people i'm Invested in, and an idea can't stay without its source. it SUCKS, bc i do love them and want to trust them, but i can't in good faith stick with assholes. (i work within do no harm principles so it doesn't matter if they're nice to me--i'm rlly not better than anyone else, and in any case, a baseline of respect is important.) i've had to drop a lot of people and a lot of ideas lately, with few exceptions who i'm still mad but they are Necessary for Life. i've just resolved to not talk about it, bc apparently you'll have to force me to concede once an argument has started.

the world can be weird and changeable, but i need to be certain, and my trust in my decisions and ideas has been gone for awhile. i don't feel concrete trusting my gut on what's best, but then the systems i built as failsafes are faulty, too, because they're from people who i trusted but, it turns out, never really knew--which again loops back to another interlocking layer of messy decision-making. the whole thing just calls my judgment into question, and the withered, cynical part is like... who cares? pick a thing and stick to it, even though there's going to be something wrong with it, bc there's something wrong with everything and you're losing the last of your marbles asking so many things. (this might also be why i've been trickling in anon questions to everyone for like, months now: i've had every single one of the sortings, but also... not really? it doesn't work right. i read and agree, then read again and disagree. i go "ok makes sense" then go "...does it really? how do you know?" even though who else would know!!! who else would be able to confirm but me!!! d u d e)

Ohhhh boy. I have an answer to suggest but it's not a happy one. Here's my guess:

Your Gryff primary is badly Stripped.

You patched it up with a Ravenclaw primary model... which then Fell.

You rebuilt the Ravenclaw model in a very Slytherin primary way... and then the Slytherin Petrified.

Now you've got remnants of all of them hanging around, they all feel Burned because they are, and you're having a hard time telling which is which.

Hard to blame you.

I do think you're a Gryff underneath because that's what you keep coming back to. The people you chose turning out to be not what you signed up for, you see that as a poor reflection on your judgment. You describe your Ravenclaw systems as a fail-safe, which suggests it's something you picked up.

+ idk if it'll help at all with the primary sorting but i'm a rapid bird secondary (planning! collecting!) at the base, with some kind of improvisational model that comes out specifically for interaction. i like to play a part around people. it's fun, helpful, and different for everyone: the part isn't a lie so much as it is my personality flipped to what i've figured out fits best for the situation--like wearing makeup for work or for going out. but the mask comes down for stuff that's rlly important to me (then i'm gonna fight u). or u kno. i realize that no one knows me personally bc vulnerability is scary. after that point the persona isn't cool anymore--in fact, it gets more tiring by the day, but i can give it up. is it possible to combine the desire for authenticity with a hesitance to let go of the polish for fear of being Compromised? it ties into the judgment thing in that i'm p insecure about figuring out how i can relax around but i wish i was able to just. pick a thing to be good at already dang!!!

Sounds like you have a lot of Bird and Snake to your secondary. I'm not well equipped from this to guess if you have some kind of burned Lion secondary hidden underneath all this, but it's interesting that Bird and Snake are also the models you built up around your primary. I'm not sure if that says something or not. Maybe they felt familiar somehow.

Hugs, hope you feel less shitty soon!

- Paint

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pinkykitten · 5 years ago

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my Knight in shining armor

13 Reasons Why

Clay Jensen x female! reader

Warning: panic attack, bullying, mentions of suicide

Specifics: angst, fluff, romance, comedy, one-shot, race neutral reader

People: clay jensen, bryce walker, montgomery (monty) de la cruz, hannah baker, jeff atkins, alex standall

Words: 1,201

Requested: By anon hey by any chance can you do a fix where clay jensen helps the reader when she’s going through a a panic attack? lots of fluff pls. sorry it’s so dark but if you could thank you 💗💗💗

Authors Note: so again warning this fic includes panic attacks so if u feel uncomfortable or uneasy then maybe this isnt the fic for u and i wouldnt feel bad if u didnt read it. anyways i miss 13 rw like the show and writing for it cuz for real its one of my fav shows, like stranger things and 13 rw those r my go to shows. i love clay and find his character so amazing. he has downfalls and just things that make him like an ordinary human so thanks for requesting this. also know panic attacks are no joke, they are important and should be talked about more. if you get them that doesnt mean anything weird or different from u, u r just human. hope u guys like <3

It was school, your family, personal issues, it was life...is what anyone would tell you.

“Oh stop worrying y/n. You’re getting too worked up.” People would say to you.

It was your life, but sometimes people just needed to understand that this life, your life was not a piece of cake. It was rough and just to stay sane was tough as well.

Hannah Baker, Jeff Atkins, Alex Standall, your friends, folks you knew, were either dead or tried to kill themselves. What world was this? You felt like all the glitter and rainbow joy they taught you when you were younger was a lie.

You were terrified. Terrified to walk into your school. You were scared people would drive you to do things such as that and you hated those who did to Hannah.

You anxiously walked in the school. Empty souls of teenagers pacing back and forth to either greet friends or get their items. Either way they didn’t care about what happened to these kids, they didn’t care if they drove them to do that.

Motioning to your locker, you open it and get your things, searching around you to make sure no one was there. Getting your supplies you set your way to your classroom.

“Almost there,” you thought as you had to turn a corner to enter the classroom but you were met with a group of boys you knew were trouble.

“Oh hey there girl,” Monty chuckled as he and Bryce made an opening for you to pass. As you took it you were sandwiched between them.

“I have to get to class,” you tried pushing them away but to no avail. They all cackled.

“Da*n so persistent!”

“Hey leave her alone. Are you okay?” Bryce asked, trying to sound like the angel you knew he wasn’t. He was the devil in disguise. You could see right through him.

“I said I need to go to class.”

“C’mon now, we just want to have fun,” Bryce winked, his hands that were resting on your shoulders fell down to your hips where there he massaged you.

You were furious! You were also terrified. You knew what he did to Hannah, all of it. He was psycho. Your heart started to beat at an alarming rate, you struggled to breathe.

“I don’t want to be touched by you, Bryce...I don’t want to be touched by a rapist,” you glared at him and watched him gulp.

“You bi*ch,” Monty cursed as he held up a fist, about to punch you as Bryce kept his evil eyes on you as his hold started to become tighter and tighter. You knowing he was going to leave marks.

“Let go of me!”

“Hey let her go!” Clay shouted as he ran to your rescue. Clay got everyone’s attention so as others looked Bryce put back on the facade.

“Watch what you say next time, your knight in shining armor might not be there to protect you,” Bryce let go of you harshly, almost throwing you as you held onto your books tightly. All you wanted to do was go to class.

The group left and you were left shocked, motionless, having a scared expression.

“Hey, you didn’t get hurt right?” As you stood there, mouth open surprised you saw Clay was there. Then it began. Your whole vision was blurry and you couldn’t breathe.

“Clay...I...can’t...breathe.”

You dropped your books and placed your hand onto your chest. You knew exactly what you were having, having had it before. It was a panic attack. When having a panic attack you always looked at something to calm you down, whether it was the shape, color, if it soothed you, you were looking at it. You tried every where but nothing was soothing. The place was a he*l!

“Clay...I’m scared.”

Clay knew you were having a panic attack, he also had them too especially after Hannah’s death. Clay picked up your books and put a leaning shoulder around you. You two walked together quickly until he found an empty classroom.

“In here.”

He lead you in and closed the door behind you. The classroom was dark but you could still see each other.

Clay lead you to a seat by a desk, you sat and started to breathe harshly, fast. Your hands in a fist, to clench the fear away.

“Clay I can’t do this!”

Clay grabbed your face and he was only a few inches away, “look at me y/n, just look at me.” You did. You looked directly into his eyes, and there, that is where you found comfort. His blue, ocean eyes were a safe place. They made you feel happy, it made you feel at home. Tears fell out of your eyes as you started to relax, Clay rubbing your back and arms soothingly to help you calm down.

A few minutes passed by and Clay, with a quiet voice asked, “how are you feeling y/n?”

You quickly latched onto Clay, embracing him. You cried onto his shoulder. “I was so scared Clay. I was scared of them and then I couldn’t breathe.”

Clay rocked you back and forth in his arms as he soothed you.

He brought a chair and sat in front of you, leaning against the desk.

“They told me that I better watch out and that you would not rescue me next time. I really hope there is no next time,” you sighed as you picked up a couple of skittles that Clay brought. You threw them in your mouth, “anyways, thanks for helping me back there. I was really scared and usually actually there are not many kids like you.”

Clay smiled along with you, “no problem. I just wanted to make sure you were going to be alright. I hate bullies and if I can stop someone from bullying someone else then why wouldn’t I?”

“Yeah, hey weren’t you best friends or at least friends with Hannah Baker?”

Clay paused, gulped, “right. I was Hannah’s friend, I don’t want what happened to her to happen to anyone else.” Clay look devastated as he looked down. You sensed you needed to help him as well and held onto his hand. He looked shocked and with wide eyes stared at you. You gave him a heartwarming smile.

“I know she would of been proud of you for what you did today.”

“Thanks. Do you wanna get out of here and I don’t know maybe get some ice cream, coffee? Really whatever you want I’m fine with.”

You nodded, “yes, sure, yes I would love to.” As you tried to get your books but Clay put his hand out, “I got this, let me help.”

You chuckled, “alrighty mister helper.”

“Just know, though, that I will always try to protect you and make sure they don’t ever hurt you.” Clay declared as he uttered it as not a thought, a saying, no he said it as a promise. A promise you would believe till the end of time. You felt at ease with him as you wrapped an arm around his shoulders, leaving him awkwardly bashful.

“I feel like you and me are gonna get along just fine.”

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migleefulmoments · 5 years ago

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Abby is the 1 who needs a reading comprehension lesson. An anonymous person said 'You're a narrow-minded fool if you actually put any stock in whether or not a married man is wearing his ring.' Abby's reply was 'Never once did I or anyone I know say that a married person has to wear a ring.' Am I crazy or is that totally 2 different things? Sometimes Abby is so blind it makes me crazy. Also, if u could do a follow up to her blatherings re her post it would be great. I'm just gobsmacked over it.

I see you wrote another post clarifying it was Cassie who made the comments you quoted but the entire coven’s comments after Cassie just get more ridiculous- “fact” after “fact” of lies and nonsense comparisons. It’s batty that they believe any of the lies- but they believe them all!

Anonymous asked: My grandpa doesn't wear his wedding ring because he used to work as an AC/heating repair man (he even taught college courses on fixing heaters at one point) and then was just not in the habit when he retired. That doesn't make his and grandma's marriage less valid. Rings are a symbolic thing that most cultures don't even do. You're a narrow-minded fool if you actually put any stock in whether or not a married man is wearing his ring.

cassie1022 answered: Oh yay, fun. (Cassie -always so charming) My dear Nonnie, once again, reading comprehension eludes someone that believes in the Miarren myth. Never once did I or anyone I know say that a married person has to wear a ring (and yet Abby pops in below to claim the same but then argue that it IS the ring coming and going that looks suspicious. Let’s pretend that cc rings were real- he didn’t wear them every day regardless of what Abby claims.). Some people don’t wear them because they work with their hands, like your grandpa, and some just don’t feel comfortable wearing them. Let’s be real though. D has never shown an aversion to wearing rings. He’s worn them quite often, even while playing a show (yes, but he also took them off. It’s his prerogative. Until he says he’s getting divorced, it’s none of our business). There was a time when the only time he DIDN’T have a ring on was while he was in character (so what? He has had his wedding ring on most times we’ve seen him. You are counting individual photos as entire days and that isn’t accurate)

That being said, let’s examine. When was the last time you think D fixed a car, operated heavy machinery, or, like your grandpa, fixed an AC unit or heater? (You have no idea what he does in his spare time. This is a gross comment-some people do things with their hands -build things- because they enjoy it) (Maybe if he could do that, people wouldn’t be making their own sweat gravy when they go to TSG.)(So now we start with the lies and mischaracterizations. FUN. There are two comments from TSG claiming A/C was broken. Since likely Mia doesn’t own the building, she has no control over the A/C being broken).

As I’ve already said, rings aren’t for everyone, but I’ve also pointed out that D has been an avid ring wearer most of his life, and there is more than enough photographic evidence to support this. Also, most couples that exchange rings don’t usually stop wearing them in the first year of marriage.(And he hasn’t stopped wearing his now has he?) That’s when it’s usually a point of pride and you want the world to know you are someone’s spouse. (Does Darren seem like the kind of person who is worried about “the world knowing he’s someone’s spouse”? He’s pretty open about his relationship and taking his ring off for an hour or two isn’t indicative of anything).

You know what DOES make a marriage less valid? No legitimate officiant.(LIE) There are only a handful of states where you can officiate your own marriage, and guess what? Louisiana isn’t one of them.(He didn’t, Joe did) You need an ordained minister and in addition to that, the minister must register in the parish where the marriage is taking place.

So, if this makes me a “narrow-minded fool,” so be it. I’ve been called worse. (It definitely does).

ajw720 I needed to laugh this morning, thank you nonnie.(I would imagine you need to laugh a hell of a lot more than you do Abby) You people really don’t get it (Oh lord). Also, it isn’t JUST the ring (which is very suspicious especially as he deliberately takes it off at random times, there one minute gone the next) (Here abby argues it isn’t the ring.... except it is the ring) , it is as @cassie1022 pointed out, no officiant (LIE) , weird wedding algorithm (the fact that Abby truly believes there was a guest algorithm says everything there is to say about Abby’s judgment and the cc nonsense) is FAMILY HONEYMOON (a joke) constant babysitters (LIE) d’s complete lack of enthusiasm (he practically said he was bored and realized at the last moment that that was bad) (Desperate Abby, you're so desperate) , talked about pooping exes as opposed to how life changed with his bride (and you don’t get that this is was keep from speaking about his personal life? How long have you been a fan? Joking about something to distract from having to answer something private is spot-on Darren), speaks more passionately about his jacket then his wedding (we done got hitched) (This means nothing Abby...NOTHING. He wrote a boring post about his jacket and you’ve been losing your shit over it ever since. IT meant nothing...it was a coat he wore to an event. You only like it because he was boring and serious. It was the farthest thing from Darren I’ve ever read.), announced the engagement using a reference to the wrong freaking franchise (I can’t...this is one of your dumbest arguments out of a lot of arguments. It was a JOKE Abby, a joke. He used the franchise that made the joke funny. Darren doesnt’ own a franchise) , FIVE FUCKING encagement rings (LIE), the last of which is an advertisement that she is paid to wear and they haven’t even tried to hide this fact (LIE), utter lack of chemistry (again desperate Abby) , the weirdness with his non-relationship but clear friendship of sorts with his ex co-star (It’s not “weirdness” it’s a nonrelationship-you said it yourself). , the way she is promoted that is beyond excessive for someone who isn’t famous (This entire rant is unhinged. Nobody is promoting her, he’s living his life with her. Like we expect he would with his wife. There is nothing untoward with their behavior together. The fact that you have to label it “promotion” says that it worries you a lot). the fact that the sold their entire wedding to about 100 sponsors )(LIE) (I am sure there are more than we even realize), the clear references to fandom at the sham mockery (OMG Abby, give it up. Nobody cares about you), and that this allegedly private couple also released 85% of their wedding for public consumption (They released 27 photos. That is HARDLY 85% of their wedding. You saw a lot of the same photos posted by their friends and it upset you but they didn’t release 85% of their wedding. It was a 4-day event and the wedding events started at around 3 pm and lasted until after midnight -27 is not 85% of 10-ish hours of celebration).

If it was ONLY that he randomly took his ring off depending on how the wind is blowing, fine, that is evidence alone of nothing. All of these things, and hundred and hundreds of other facts (which are ALL LIES). (inconsistent timelines (Darren doesn’t owe you a “consistent timeline” that’s asinine) they don’t know where they met each other RC handshakes (You know that isn’t a handshake- they were photographed together right before the “handshake’ you won’t let go of and he’s heard introducing her as his girlfriend ), D running from her every moment he can, etc, etc)(Whatever you tell yourself to sleep at night), are clear evidence it is fake that is beyond a reasonable doubt (Bwahahahahaha you are conning yourself Abby) . Him kissing her in her bar is his job. I suggest nonnie you pay attention to the details (Which ones- your lies or the real details?) And please pay attention to the captain, he hasn’t even been subtle lately, he has been fairly blatant (Le sigh, he isn’t the captain. He’s a dude who loves his boyfriend Will and writes children’s books that are not cc Bibles) .

Happy Thanksgiving Nonnie! I hope you can tear yourself away from reading blogs you disagree with long enough to enjoy your friends and family! Cheers!

notes-from-nowhere What love are you talking about, anon? M doesn’t love D and she makes this clear every chance she get (LIE- there is nothing that suggests MIa isn’t in love with Darren). Do I have to remind you how she denied to D’s mom one red carpet to celebrate her son? (LIE Abby fabricated) Or to D’s dad to be honored for his military past?(another LIE Abby fabricated) But why listing all of her actions when you know very well this is only the surface.

Btw, I still have to know a singer/actor lost a finger because of a wedding band. Anon, try again, this attempt failed. (SMH)

leka-1998 You know what I like about this instance in particular? Apart from the fact that the ring isn’t off the whole time, he’s still wearing the other one here.

After 284719 years, she should also know what the language D’s mom speaks is called. Seems she doesn’t care enough. (Another LIE that Abby fabricated)

Also, former platonic roomie says hello. (LIE)

ajw720

They still can’t explain away B/enny, the man D just praised for his new album yet D hasn’t even mentioned his brother’s (I can’t explain it but it has nothing to do with Darren and Mia. You’re the one making it a problem) . The man that mocked fandom on his IG by referring to M/oulin R/ouge when posting about the fraud in NOLA (Nobody-especially Ben Hudson- gives a shit about fandom Abby. You’re a nobody) The man who seemingly officiated the wedding (Again a LIE) And the one who appears to have a dog (yes he does, he lives with his girlfriend, Joanna, and their two dogs) . Hey remember just a few weeks ago when PBB dropped her teeth in the dog’s bowl? Funny as we know she and D don’t have a dog (Nope, they clearly don’t- stop trying so hard).…

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Ship members of the beacon babies gc with stray kids!

ikzjdjdj okay this is going to be hard 😪 but let’s go hoes also anon i really am so sorry if u wanted me to include u in this and i didn’t bc i have absolutely no idea who this is ))))): i love u i promise. that goes for everyone that didn’t end up in this i had such a hard time picking for everyonebdhdhdjjd

(this isn’t based on biases so i’m sorry if u don’t get ur bias 😔😔)

woojin: @awoojinstan literally i cant think of anyone more fitting for this. not only are you THE MOST beautiful girl i have EVER seen, and also like the most devoted woojin stan (ex. showing up immediately when woojin’s name is mentioned), but i genuinely think u and woojin would be a good match. ur dancing from what i’ve seen is incredible!!! that with woojin’s singing is like the ultimate power couple u would be so unstoppable watch out. we don’t talk much and i’m very sad abt that ): but !!!! i can see y'all being super super soft w each other and having him play guitar for u late at night and tell each other dumb stories and he’s like the most gentlemanly boy u have ever seen wow i’m getting soft u guys r the only couple i need in my life

chan: @changbiins yeah i’m fucking doing this elaine what r u going to do we all know i’m right thot. you’re both greasy and embarrassing (IM KIDDIGNNDJSJS). seriously though your sheer beauty mixed with this hotdog grease will cancel out and make the perfect visual couple. y'all will blind me for two completely different individual reasons. anyway u guys would prob hang out in the producing room bc i don’t think this boy ever leaves thta place and you’d take naps while sitting on his lap 👀👀👀 and he’d think ur fucking cute but he wouldn’t say it bc he’s ugly

minho: @soyeonboys abby!!! my wife!!!!! minho better watch his back )): you guys both give off this like mom vibe tho (even if minho’s is more like wine mom and ur the cool mom but that’s not the point). you’d both prob spend time yelling abt ur kids (us + sk) to each other. also we’ve been knew but he’s super clingy and kinda greasy so prepare for the CLINGIEST BOY of the century. he’ll always be trying to kiss u 😔😔 i can see u guys going on cute dates like in town or smthn and forcing him to take selfies bc his collection is dry as FUck but he’d force u to get in them too bc he loves to see ur face wowo this is oily

changbin: @versekiller ik ur not in the gc anymore but ))))): imo you’re a really good match for changbin. you’re both super cute and soft but claim ur dark (which is the biggest lie both ways don’t even try). and you’re tiny which is great! because changbins a whole fucking midget. he’d prob try to act cool around u @ first but give up rly fast and just let his soft bitch side show through 😔 acting cute for u n shit to get u to do things for him what a little shit. he’d prob take u out to super expensive places that’s probably make u want to eject ur lungs out bc of the price (but that’s ok it’s his mom’s money anyway)

hyunjin: @wangingmorktuna okay tbh you would make a really good match for hyunjin. for one, you’re SO PRETTY ITS INSANE??????? and hyunjin is INDEED an iconic visual. you guys would literally be glowing i’d actually have to look away so i wouldn’t be killed instantly by you’re stunning visuals. he’d compliment you a lot and try to be cool abt it but be super super flustered and embarrassed and you would totally be able to tell but he’d deny it to his grave. i can see u guys going on little cafe dates and having small talk and taking a lot of pictures together it’s cliche but it’s so cute dhdhjwjsjdj

jisung: @stantalentstansk okay nathan is literally the biggest meme in this whole gc that’s no debate. and u know who ELSE is a big ass meme? jisung himself u right. both of u hoes are G R E A S Y like u rly like loving everyone. jisungs out here trying to kiss everyone and ur just sending us all WHOLESOME LOVE memes and it’s too much for my soft heart. so combine the two and you get the most greasy couple possibly ever (but in a good way). i can see y'all cuddling a lot like a lot lot lot of skinship seems likely w u sweethearts )): also jisung writes raps for u sometimes (not like johnny’s jshdjsjsjd no ‘fucking titties bitch jisungs out ✌🏻)

felix: @lexilanta bitch!!!! you and meme boy!!!!!!!!!! every time you use the 💀💀 emoji i get weird flashbacks to my friend sam calling felix (flax seed) a funky white boy there’s literally no correlation but somehow it happens. you’d probably roast him a lot tbh and he’d act all hurt by it until u called him cute sorry it’s the law he won’t leave u alone until u do. he’s possibly the clingiest boy i have EVER seen so prepare for some extreme skinship. you also get the special privilege of kissing his freckles 😔😔 make sure to let us know how his dog hair is btw–

seungmin: @xxstraykids idk why saja but you and seungmin are like the ULTIMATE couple in my mind. this boy is the cutest boy i have ever seen in my entire life literally he hurts me and you also happen to be the cutest person i’ve ever seen in my entire life so it’s already perfect. he’d be super super sweet to you and always ask how you’re doing and if you ate and what you’d want to do before suggest something. he’s super shameless and kind of embarrassing sometimes but that’s the good part so hehe. he’d lay his head on ur shoulder a lot and be kind of needy like a whole ass puppy. i can see you guys just kinda chilling and watching movies or youtube videos or something and just enjoying each other’s companies it’d be a really comfortable relationship 😪😪😪

jeongin: @gothfelix cici you’re so sweet it hurts me ))): you always compliment me and you make me so happy and you give me the best vibes and i cant this stress enough. jeongin is a BABY!!! your sweet (and really easy to talk to) personality would be like ideal for him because we all know he’d have kind of a hard time in a relationship. after a while though he’d get really comfortable and you guys would be able to actually do skinship without his lungs threatening to explode. you guys would definitely go on like mini movie dates and then go to a small diner or smthn like something simple u kno. overall it’d be really soft and i )))))))): i love this concept wow

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okay i went like really really all out w this so i hope it’s up to ur expectation )): i love u all

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Anonymous said: genuinely god help me if i’m 40 and still care about what some 20 year olds say about me on tumblr or twitter

also the fact that i literally don’t care about there being 40yo ppl on here its just the creepy ones

Anonymous said: lmao one of narcissa followers went to your blog and told them your anon age shames older fans in the fandom and said you should do taxes and watch over children and its like that piss on the poor post where like they cant even comprehend what was said on the blog and nobody cares if your 40 and on this site or in the fandom its how you choose to engage in the fandom which most of these older harries spend time in petty drama or caring deeply about a 26 year old sex life which is…yikes

i saw lmao….. embarrassing

Anonymous said: narcssiatramaine followers are taking bits of your blogs convo and then going to them saying your agesist and saying how you were discussing that women in their 30s need to cater to their husbands and be good housewives like?? are these people okay do they not know how to read

yeah i did not expect them to respond with anything even remotely logical since the only thing they took from my anons is that i’m ageist

Anonymous said: You just said it’s weird that older woman are OBSESSING over someones romantic/sexual life whos way younger than them and all of a sudden everyone acting like they were personally told they are old hags like damn take your insecurities back to school and learn how to read! IF YOU DON’T DO THAT, THEN IT WASN’T MEANT @ YOU

LITERALLY

me: old obsessive harries are creepy

the creepy harries: OKAY SO YOURE SAYING ANYONE OVER 30 SHOULD DIE AND YOU HATE US??

i was only ever referring to the people everyone knows about i literally do not care what age you are as long as you’re respectful and not weird about it

Anonymous said: lmaoooo i cant with these 40 year olds coming into your inbox crying that a blog doesnt like them and also we were discussing gross 40 year old on this site and if you found offensive with that then maybe you just revaluate yourself

i blocked an anon that was camped out in my inbox going on and on about how i am young and stupid bc i called people out. they proceeded to say how they were not offended and they weren’t trying to insult me by calling me young and underdeveloped. like if you’re not bothered then why are you in my inbox??

Anonymous said: all offense to that anon but those older harries that were mentioned everyone knows who they are and most people find them annoying the fact that nobody has to specify them by name and yet everyone still knows who theyre talking about means it aint just one sided or something a blog came up with

right like i was talking about a very specific group of harries on here i wasn’t hating on every single 40 year old ever i don’t have problems with yall its just the people i mentioned specifically but they had to take that and twist it to discredit me calling them out

Anonymous said: dude where all these anons coming from and have they not been reading your messages like who the fuck is talking about 28 year olds on this site like its specifically people in their 40s on this site who are obsessed with harry’s sex life and are underlying homophobes but dont want to admit it

yeah apparently i think everyone here over 20 is old

Anonymous said: im just going to say it im 24 and i hope to god im not on this site past the age of 35 let alone 30 and going to blogs to yell about people in their 40s in a fandom even though aint nobody specifically talking about you just the type of behavior that is exhibited by some blogs

haven’t you heard that i hate anybody slightly older than me and i said they’re not allowed to like harry :-(

Anonymous said: some of these people are stoopid like honest to god. read it thoroughly digest the words then come up with a response not skim it over and pick few words then get mad

they don’t have enough time left in their life to completely read anything and formulate an opinion i guess. they just gotta read like three words, get offended, and send me hate anons

Anonymous said:why is there so much boomer behavior on this blog tonight ,,,, lit rally no one is saying that older woman cannot like younger musicians or whatever we r just saying it’s extremely weird when grown ass women sexualize Harry specifically when he was a teenager and obsess over his dating life. If it was a man doing this to a young female musician u would call it creepy and uncomfortable so why is it different for an older woman? also don’t say we r being ageist and then say we r stupid like girl,,

I KNOW like how are you gonna say you’re taking the high ground and then pull that shit eye-

Anonymous said: Full stop these anons need to go outside or get a hobby, half the asks they’re sending you don’t make any logical sense.

TRULY. like idc if you disagree with me and you want to voice that i think that’s fine but you have to come to me with a logical argument just sending an angry rant followed with an insult about how my brain is underdeveloped is just wasting my time tbh

Anonymous said: for people who are trying to insult you because you’re young and your brain is supposedly is underdeveloped these older harries sure lack reading comprehension

let us say a prayer for them. i guess we all have underdeveloped brains

Anonymous said: At least harry is 26. I’m also in the shawn side of tumblr & the amount of middle aged moms sexualizing him and writing smutty fanfics when he was UNDERAGE was 🤢 but it was always “fine & completely different because they would never actually act on it so it’s okay”. I’m so glad I wasn’t around back then with harry. Caroline was probably their queen

oh ew nasty. and yeah there’s people who still don’t think there was anything wrong with that (and we all know what age group they belong to)

Anonymous said:“You don’t get to 40 and suddenly love balding men” you’re saying this as if attractive men in their 40s don’t exist…

attractive men outside of harry actually do not exist

Anonymous said:some 40 year old is really coming into your inbox and making you feel bad about being young. like maam go to bed so you can take your kids to school tomorrow morning instead of worrying about what people say on tumblr. embarrassing

i don’t care if they have kids i just hope they have self respect this is genuinely embarrassing

Anonymous said:are these people okay like seriously are they okay

they have normally developed brains but apparently not

Anonymous said: Y'all being so rude on anon? Like I can tell op is super tired of your shit. So stop, take a sec and think “am I being a polite and caring person” before you send an ask. It’s significantly more wrong for a 50 year old to share sexual fantasies online about a 26 year old than it is for a 20 year old lmao. But neither are wrong entirely. In either case can we let this go now?

i don’t completely agree but i’m so tired of this subject i wanna Stop

#okay this is most of them #if you read all of these my condolences

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prompt-master · 7 years ago

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Fireworks Have Been Claimed By The Gays

#be more chill #bmc #boyf riends #fanfic #You can tell I'm tired if my titles are shit posts

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askthedespairkids · 8 years ago

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Some Shitty Foundation Short Stories

I managed to write 5 mini stories of the named anons “behind the scenes” so to speak, so it’s basically what goes on in the foundation when nobody is watching.

So basically, these fics are canon that I couldn’t show through asks. Unless something is seriously out of character. Sorry they’re kinda shit, I didn’t really put a whole lot of thought into them.

-That doesn’t make sense!-

“Poly…amorous…?” Sadao tilted his head, Dragonous had simply let the word slip as the two were talking about Mage. The Ultimate Hero gave a big nod and pushed her sunglasses up. “I…I don’t think I’ve ever heard that term before?”

“Oh, it’s real simple. It just means that she might want to go out with more than one person. So instead of one partner, she could have two or three.” Dragonous explained. The hypnotist was silent, staring intently at the red-head.

“But…that makes no sense.” Sadao frowned.

“Of course it makes sense. It’s just how people differ from you, Irunami-chan! Nothing bad about-“

“I know that.” Sadao cut her off. “That’s not what I mean though…like, Mage-chan is from America, right? They use cars a lot there, so, like…what happens with they’re all taking a car ride to the shops or something?” Dragonous just stared at him with confusion. “Like, say Mage-chan had two partners, right? What if all three of them went to the shops. Does that mean someone just gets but in the back seats by themselves? That doesn’t seem fair? Do the rules of ‘shotgun’ apply to it or do they rotate who sits where?”

“Th…that’s what you’re confused about…?” Dragonous had to giggle. “Geez, Irunami-chan, you’re mind comes up with the weirdest questions.”

“Then I’ll have to ask Mage-chan when she’s finished with the lunch rush!” Sadao smiled. “People are interesting, you know? I love learning about people!”

“Yeah, same. I get to meet tons of cool people in my travels, you’d probably get along well with a lot of them.”

“Introduce me sometime then!” Sadao beamed.

“Heh, it’s a deal.” Dragonous smiled back.

-7th Branch Days-

“Hayashi-kun!” Junpei called out. “Did you get that paperwork that Gekkougahara-san sent to us…? It should have arrived by now.” Neku put a finger to his lips and thought for a few seconds.

“I think Kamisaka left with Richard to get the paperwork. They said they had to take care of something anyways, they should be back soon.” Neku shrugged. “I guess you and I are just gonna have to play the waiting game until they decide to come back.”

“I have a bad feeling about this though…” Junpei pinched the bridge of his nose. “Something about Richard-kun and Ka-chan being near each other for that amount of time makes me concerned for my mental wellbeing…”

“Yo-chan~!” The familiar voice came from the doors of the 7th branch, Richard and Orochi walking back into the offices. “We’ve brought what you need.” The decipherer started to walk over to him. There was a worrying grin on his face as he got closer to Junpei. Oh boy.

“What are you so happy ab…out…” Junpei’s voice slowed down as Orochi’s full figure came into view. Whilst he was still wearing his usual t-shirt and trench coat, the glaring difference in this outfit…were the denim short-shorts, completely exposing his legs. “…what the actual fuck are you wearing?”

“Do you like them?” Orochi winked “Or maybe you need to see them from a better angle~” He leaned over Junpei, bringing his face to the same level as the blond. “They were Richard-kun’s idea. He said you were the type of guy that liked it when guys showed off more skin.”

“Wh-what?!” Junpei’s face flushed. “Wh…wh-why would he think that?!”

“Isn’t it obvious…?” Richard smiled. “You’re one of the easiest to read, silly!”

“Well…?” Orochi leaned closer. “Is he right, or would you rather not answer that in front of everyone…?” Junpei’s face only went a deeper shade of red as Orochi inched closer.

“I…” Junpei suddenly slapped Orochi and pushed him off. “Y-y-you seriously are an idiot! Idiot! Idiot!” Junpei cried out.

“Ugh…we just had to get people like them, didn’t we…?” Neku sighed, resting his head on the desk. “Just my luck…”

“Ah, now, now, dear Mr Hayashi. They aren’t bad children…I just wish to help Mr Yokozawa with his feelings, is all.” Richard glanced at the bickering pair. “Besides, having a little noise in this place isn’t a bad thing, is it…?”

-Protagonist Curse-

“…eh…?” Ryuu blinked. “What are you…?”

“Giving you my underwear, obviously.” Kobo frowned, acting as if this gesture was completely normal for everyone to do. “We’re really close so we gotta prove it to each other, right? Then you gotta take my underwear. It’s, like, the rules of video games.”

“Wh-what kind of video games have you played where underwear is a reward for getting close to people?!” Ryuu cried out, still trying to wrap the fact that Kobo was trying to shove the blue and grey boxerbriefs into his possession.

“A really good one, I should lend it to you sometime. Besides, if I’m following the rules of the game, then you fit it perfectly.” Kobo smirked. “You got the protagonist curse.”

“P…protagonist curse…?” Ryuu tilted his head, letting out a yelp as Kobo pulled playfully on the ahoge protruding from the top of his head.

“That thing right there is the sign of a protagonist in the series. And obviously they’re the ones collecting everyone’s underwear. So these are for you because you’re pretty much the protagonist of our class, if we go by the game’s rules.”

“Th…that’s…insane…” Ryuu sighed. “Okanaya-kun…why don’t you and I ever just have a normal conversation for once…? Just once…?”

“Ha! You know that ain’t happening anytime soon, Nagata!” The tour guide chuckled, shoving the underwear into the shorter male’s hands. “I’ll see you around!” He turned to leave.

Ryuu just looked at the fabric in his grasp and sighed once again. “I guess I can’t really do anything about it…for now, I’m just gonna have to get these to my room before anyone se-“ Ryuu turned to leave, only to find Maemi, Toson, Yuuki, and Sadao behind him. “U…u-uh…th-this isn’t what it looks like…!”

“Drat.” Toson scoffed. “Looks like Okanaya-kun beat us to it.”

“Eh?”

“We were going to give you ours first, but I suppose Okanaya-kun was just too fast for us. Still won’t stop us though, that I can promise.” Yuuki tipped his cap.

“E-eh?!”

“Oh, by the way, Nagata-kun, who are you planning on giving your underwear to?” Maemi asked.

“EH?!!”

-Old memories-

“So you guys all were at Hope’s Peak at the same time, right…?” Rogue asked Kyoji and Ethos ad the three, along with Daisuke, all sat at one of the tables in the lunch hall. “Anything embarrassing happen with Takai-kun whilst I was gone? Come on, you guys need to let me know about anything I missed!”

“Ah, Kimyona-san, that’s-“

“Aw, come on, Takai-kun, you know you can tell me anything! I won’t judge! Me, you, and Yuichiro-chan were besties back in school, remember?” The artist grinned. “Now spill it, you two.”

“Well, this wasn’t something about Takai-kun specifically, but I do remember Oroya-kun having trouble with trying to reach some books in the library because he was so short in his first year of school. He got so flustered when Takai-kun helped him that he said ‘s-senpai’ with one of those really touched voices.” Kyoji recalled.

“Th-that’s not true!” Ethos quickly objected. “I wasn’t flustered about it! I mean…sure, I was caught off guard that much is true…”

“Though you were very conscious of your short stature before you hit your growth spurt. Even Ando-san was taller than you, if I remember right.” Daisuke added on.

“When did this discussion turn to me, anyways…?�� Ethos laughed a little. “But Rogue, what did you do when you left anyways…? Anything weird happen to you, other than the obvious powers…?”

“Uh…” Rogue looked away for a second. “I…guess you could say some weird stuff happened. Like the lakeside incident…” When the three pairs of eyes looked at her curiously, she could only frown as she recalled. “When I was first trying to control my powers, I was practising by a lakebed…I was just kind of going over everything I could do, when suddenly my electricity activated and hit the water. I killed all of the fish in the waters…I didn’t mean to though! Though I suppose the fishermen didn’t mind.”

“That was you?” Kyoji’s eyes widened. “I heard about that incident a few years ago, but to think that it was you…”

“Yeah, I’m much better with my powers now. Which is great, by the way, because it can be hell if something goes haywire.”

“It’s good you were able to return to us though, Kimyona-san…” Daisuke smiled softly. “Even with Okumura-kun there with me…our second year and third year just weren’t the same without your voice always leading us around.

“Aw, Takai-kun, that’s so sweet…” Rogue’s expression slowly dropped. “I…just hope we can find Yuichiro-chan soon. It would be great if all three of us were together again…”

“Then we’ll work together to make it happen, alright…?” Daisuke looked at his friend.

“R-right! Let’s bring him here safely!”

-Common Ground-

Rina and Emi sat across from each other, almost as if ready to discuss some kind of important business meeting. The two had met in Emi’s room, the lights had been dimmed, and the tension between the two was unbelievable thick.

“…Teruteru…” Emi said.

“….Peko-chan…” Rina nodded back to her. The two paused before letting out small giggles. “I’m so glad we do this, Chouko-san. I’m just happy we have something in common.”

“M-me too…y-y-you’re definitely the n-nicest i-in our class…I c-c-can’t stand K-Kamisaka, honestly.” Emi chewed on her nail lightly.

“I think he’s just a little…eccentric…” Rina scratched her head. “Though Yokozawa-kun is nice, don’t you think? And even if she’s a little strict, Watanabe-san is nice as well. She’s just a little more…intense than the others.”

“I h-h-have trouble with int-t-tense people…W-Watanabe w-was a nightmare t-t-to live with i-in that mansion…” Emi frowned. “Th-though I a-agree about J-Junpei-san…”

“So…do you have a plan yet for Hanamura-kun…? You must have thought of something to get him…” Rina leaned forward, awaiting her answer.

“I-i-it’s still a w-w-work in progress…w-what about y-y-you with Peko-san…?” The music critic twisted her headphone as she asked.

“Akane’s been helping me out a lot with trying to impress her. I’ve never liked anyone before, so this is all really new to me. I’m just nervous that I’m gonna mess things up and she’ll never want to talk to me again, I mean…she did forget me at one point.” Rina’s mood seemed to drop.

“Th-that was b-because of the de-despairs though, not be-because of y-y-you.” Emi reminded her. “I th-think you’ll d-d-do fine, honestly. Y-you’ve got a g-good personality, and you’re c-c-c-cute.”

“You think so…?” Rina smiled weakly, walking over to give Emi a light hug. “You’re the best, Chouko-san.” She stood up straight. “Alright…I won’t give up until Peko tells me her feelings for me! It’s all or nothing, you know?!”

“S-s-same with m-me and Teruteru…I’ve g-got to st-step my game up, y-y’know. I w-w-want a real answer t-t-to wh-when I a-asked him out…” Emi’s eyes were full of determination. “W-we have crushes o-on o-our old uppercl-classmen. B-but we’re gonna win. We h-have to.”

The two looked at each other and nodded confidently.

#Mod J #Mod post #DR #Foundation Short Stories

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fragmentedimaginationcreator · 8 years ago

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He Was a Natural Disaster Trapped in Human Form - Chapter 1/???

This is not happening in the same universe as the Fragmented Imagination but since I’ve decided to give shell at least one character (Protagonist) from this story anyway, I figured that I could use this side of my tumblr as generally posting my stories. (main focus still on fragmented, not to worry)Fragmented News: I’m gonna be posting a slice of Lucas’ life soon too as well as the fixed versions of the Prologue and Chapter 1, as my Beta finally fixed it for me ^^ And after I’ve finished with my current faceup/wig commissions I’ll start writing Chapter 2 for the Fragmented Imagination

Anyway. What is THIS story about?

- - - - - I went out of town to meet a friend. We had not seen each other for a long time and – as a socially impaired piece of shit that I am – I felt extremely nervous to see them again. How come the more time I spend apart from my friends, the harder it gets for me to gather up the courage to see them again? My heart kept racing and I was sure that something weird would happen. Either I would make weird sounds with my mouth (that one could mistake as speech) or I would do something utterly stupid. Maybe I would meet someone new and they would throw my world out of balance. If only I had trusted my gut instinct and believed that it might not be that far-fetched theory, I would have dialed my friend (and actually pressed the ”call” button) and come up with an excuse to move our meeting to another time. If only I had known that I was about to meet the Hurricane that was about to turn my world upside down, I would have turned away, covered my ears, closed my eyes and began shouting until my lungs were sore and no sound was left – anything weird and/or new scared me shitless and I did everything in my power to avoid them. But now that I have met this natural disaster trapped in human form, I would slap my past self in the face if they tried to walk away. I’d rewrite history countless times and I wouldn’t care who I would have to write off or on in to my life if it meant that I’d get to see that person again - even if just to pass by them at the super market. However… It was a chilly afternoon when my buss arrived to the station in this weird town that I had never visited before. My friend had just moved there a month or two ago and had insisted me to come see her new house (I had ”a flu” when her house warming parties were held). My friend, Nelly was her name, was waiting for me in front of the station and waved me happily when she found me stepping out of the buss. We hugged. I was never a fan of hugging - I preferred to keep my personal ”my meter” -space – but I found that it was actually comforting to be hugged by her. We had lived together for 2 years when we were still students so it felt like it had only been yesterday when we spent hours just drinking tea in our kitchen – not 10 years. ”How was the trip? There has been this horrible wind lately and other buss was late for like 30 minutes. So I was a bit worried that something would have happened to you”, Nelly said. She was so talkative. I replied to her with simple ”Uhuh, no, it was all good.” ”So Anon, I hope you don’t mind…” she started. (Shit, I do mind, I hate surprises… Also she must be the only person who still calls me with that nickname) ”One of my friends is staying over at my place – He has had quite a rough year and he is currently homeless so I let him stay at my place…” she looked at me while buckling up her seat belt. She was trying to read my expressions since she knew that I hated people. New people more than anything else. ”I did tell them that you were coming and that you were bad with other people, so just tell me if you’re uncomfortable. We’ve arranged it with my boyfriend so that he can stay at his place if you started feeling… those feelings again…” Ah, but of course… Nelly remembered. I have had my fair share of horrible young adulthood/teenage drama and I even had intensive therapy/medication for that shit – Though I had not been on meds or seen said therapist for a couple of years now. Yet, I still felt uncomfortable around other people, especially with males (funny, since I was a male myself too). Nelly had been the first person I had opened up to. Not that I meant to at the time but since she was there to soothe me when my nightmares were making me insane, she just kinda learned it on her own. ”Then why is he not staying at your boyfriend’s in the first place…?” I muttered without being able to stop myself. I was expecting to hear some sort of explanation. I mean, the guy was homeless - I was suspicious that he was not completely ”normal” in my books just from that fact. Horribly narrow minded, I know. I lifted my eyes and met my friend’s face. She was smiling with this odd expression that was pretty much the embodiment of ”you’ll see” if I had ever seen one. I was pretty sure she’d also say that out loud but instead she just made a hand gesture, indicating that I should also buckle up mine as she started the engine. It was maybe a 20-ish minute drive when she pulled out to the small yard in the area that looked so old that it was antique (”These houses must cost a fortune to live in”, I thought). ”We’re here!” Nelly exclaimed happily as she took the keys out and outstretched her arms (as much as the small car let her) to make me look at her house. Holy shit. That was amazing house. I had never seen one quite like it before. It was a small (green) dublex with so many details in the windows (white wood with decorative carvings), porch (how many hours had been used just to make that railing?) and steppings (not to mention garden, though it was already beginning to look a bit sad since the cold weather had killed most of the plants already). My jaw must have dropped since Nelly was smiling with even more pleased look on her face. ”My boyfriend’s aunt is living in the other apartment and I get to live here pretty cheap if I help her out with taking care of the building and her – since she is getting quite sick… Oh! But don’t worry! She never comes to my apartment without letting me know in advance! She usually just calls me to come to her side if she needs me!” Nelly said as I was making _the_ face (more people…?). We unloaded the car and I was still awestruck with the amount of wood carving and detailing. Nelly said something like ”Aunt’s grand father was a carpenter and had build this house with his friends and had made sure that the house would be the most beautiful in town” … or something like that. To be honest I didn’t pay much attention since I was in love with the building even without its history. I was actually so fascinated with the building that I had completely forgotten about the person I was about to meet. I didn’t remember or realize it even when I kicked my own shoes away and saw a pair of (filthy) army boots on the clean hallway. (they were so out of place there) ”U came already?” shouted unfamiliar voice from somewhere in the house and I completely froze. (Shit. I was about to meet someone new. Hell to the NO! I’m not ready! Abort Mission! D-A-N-G-E-R-! ABORT MISSION! Abandon the fucking ship!) ”Yeah! Oh! Did you put the meat in the oven when I called?” Nelly shouted back cheerfully, disappearing to the room that was probably kitchen. I was taking off my coat when she came back with a happy expression. She took my luggage and told me to follow her to the guest room. ”We’ll be having some slow-cooked lamb for dinner – I found this awesome recipe for the sauce and I’ve been dying to use it and I just know that you’ll love it!” Nelly had begun to resemble those loving stay at home -wifes with about dozen cats– so she was clearly excited when she got to show off that side of her. As we walked past the room that Nelly had just been to (I was right, it was the kitchen) I saw the back of a man and for a short while, I felt like the world had slowed down so much that it might just as well have stopped. Man had loose jeans which had seen their better day and he had black socks (he was scratching his calf with his other leg) He had dark brown cardigan that was pretty long and had something that resembled a hood (or just a big collar). He was holding a cup of coffee in his left hand (he had rolled up the sleeves of the cardigan but let the black long sleeves down) and his hair was a mix of natural (ash blonde) dread locks, braids and it seemed like none of that hair was the same length – but somehow it looked utterly cool and stylish the way he had tied it up so carelessly Thumb. I had dropped my bag and didn’t even realize it before the sound but I was not fast enough to react and as the stranger turned around, our eyes met for the first time. He had very captivating eyes and even though some silent voice at the back of my head kept telling me to pick up my bag and run through the front door, I couldn’t turn my eyes away. He had dark green eyes that were framed by long dark lashes, he had thick eyebrows and some beard (or maybe he had not just shaved for a couple of days). He smiled and I saw his lips (pretty narrow) form words. He let his head tilt a little to the left and exposed his neck (so long and more slender that I thought) and he turned around, towards me and started walking closer to me with a bright smile on his face. He had his arm stretched out, waiting to meet mine. Wait… RUN! I woke up from my trance, time started moving again and I crouched a bit to take my bag and stormed away to where Nelly was about to take me. I didn’t look back, didn’t care about the fact that I would see them in a moment again. Okay, I lied, I was scared shitless seeing them again. I was desperately trying to come up with an excuse to leave the house immediately. And I had only been in there for 3-5 minutes. Tops. ”There is towel ready on the table and I’ve changed linens this morning so they are all fresh and ready for you so you don’t need to worry about that! There are also extra pillows in the cabinet so help yourself if you want more. My room right upstairs, first door to the right and -He- is sleeping in the next room! I’ll go to prepare the meal so just make yourself at home,” Nelly kept talking but somehow I had trouble understanding. My heart was still beating so fast. I mumbled and smiled at her and she left the room and closed the door behind her. I stood there for a while, just looking out of the window. Why did the thing just happen? What was that bizarre moment about? It was nothing like I’ve ever experienced before. Freezing on the spot like that and even making an eye contact with a stranger and not even realizing it before they were almost close enough to touch me… But then again, there was something simply mesmerizing about him for sure. He was clearly not like any other person I had ever met before. “That’s bad”, I thought while I began rubbing my arm. I felt bruises forming under my hoodie. Ah… so uhmm… I also have this extremely rare condition called ”Bruising”. It has a long and impossible-to-remember medical name as well as some fancy Latin name but I feel like this street name describes it way better - at least it gives you a good idea what is about to follow. Basically my body is attacking itself. It’s not fatal (well, doctors don’t really know WHAT it is but so far it has not caused any casualties by itself) but it’s more like my body is trying to alarm me about everything. Like normally people with… well for example tenosynovitis, would have to rely to describing their pain to the doctors. My body is showing it physically. I get these bruises and small cuts whenever my body is, in any way, ”ill”. It’s kinda handy, like if I get a food poisoning, I can tell since my stomach starts bleeding a bit. Or if I’m catching a cold, light bruises show up on my throat. And if my body was about to develop a cancer, I’d probably find out about it before the traditional symptoms would starts showing up. Of course, there is always a downside. Like how often adults thought that my parents were abusing me since I was always full of bruises and cuts. And even though I was born with this condition and I’ve always been “hurting”, practically 24/7, it still hurts. (Like I have my better days and then I have my absolute bottoms just like anyone else - some days it’s harder to understand why I must bear with this kind of condition but since in my case it literally makes it worse, I’ve had to learn to look past it). But the worst part is… If I feel emotionally or mentally hurt, it shows on my body as well (usually it shows as bruising in my hands and small cuts, but if I feel hurt enough, it might even show up on my throat or face). I rolled up my sleeve a bit and - sure as hell - a big bruise was forming on my arm. I sighed. I knew that feeling agitated and worrying just made it worse but it’d be hard to hide huge bruise like that for long. And I didn’t really feel like explaining my condition to a complete stranger anyway. I rolled my sleeve back down and decided to keep my hoodie on. Just in case. ”That was pretty rude of you…” said a cold voice from the door. I startled and turned to the source of the voice and I swear that all the color drained from my face as I saw those emerald eyes again. ”I mean, Ya. I get it. U’re shy, but running off like that… Ain’t it a bit much, eh? Not like I’m gonna eat ya up.” said the man while leaning to the door frame. I couldn’t even gather my thoughts and he just scratched the back of his neck. ”I’m coming in, no fainting, ya hear?” RUN! I hesitated and started looking around me, trying to find a magic portal or something like that. Anything that could get me out of the situation. I was trapped. Fuck. He is gonna hurt me!? How dangerous is he!?” ”Oh”, he said and stopped with a surprised expression on his face. He tilted his head a bit and lifted a finger and pointed at my face. ”So you really have it too?” Huh? I felt something dripping on my face and turned to look in the window (there was no mirror in the room) and to my horror, I saw some bleeding above my eyes and huge bruise darkening around the corner of the same eye. By reflex I tried to hide it with my sleeve - of course I knew it at that very moment that it was for vain since he was the one who noticed it first but I felt extremely… confused, to my big surprise. More confused than hurt. ”No point in trying to hide it now, ya know?” The man said with a grin that was kinda hard to interpret. Was he making fun of me? ”Shut up! What would you know…!” I shouted. To my even bigger fucking surprise it actually made his smile turn to a bit kinder, I think. ”Nelly didn’t tell ya?” he said with a cheerful tone. ”And here I thought it was the only reason you wanted to meet my ugly mug!” (He insulted himself yet it sounded like he was actually bragging?) He rolled up his left sleeve and showed how a big portion of his arm had turned blue. ”I get bruised ridiculously easy too…!” … What? - - - To be continued - - -

#ren writing #natural disaster trapped in a human form #natdis

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kknath2011 · 3 years ago

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This was so good

if you're still in the market for a weird and wacky prompt to get you over writer's block please humbly consider this: epistolary fic <3

(also on ao3)

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help

oh god oh rao please

i can't i can't not here not again

someone please there has to be someone i can't be alone here i can't be alone again

alex lena please j’onn brainy nia eliza

jeremiah kal lois james winn somebody anybody please i have to

go back i have to go back they need me they need supergirl i need them

i need help i need

anybody

please

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help i don't know why i keep saying that no one is coming no one is

no one is here there is only

cold and me

and phantoms i thought

i was done with this place i thought i had escaped i thought i would never

come back

krypton earth home gone why are there so many

goodbyes

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help if i keep talking got to keep talking it will help can't stop talking

gonna lose it come on kara

keep talking

keep walking find shelter

that's all you have to do kara come on

before it gets dark it's always dark ok before it gets more dark

before they come

there's a cave ok ok keep talking keep walking god

it's so cold thank

rao for this suit thank rao

for lena

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help me god if i can't get this fire going so help me

where's

some friendly laser vision when you need it hm i can't

do this as a human i can't

do this at all i can't

fuck there ok yes ok

flames

are humans

this cold on earth or is it just

this fucking place

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help if i could just find a weapon just

like a really big stick not that there's

any trees

rao

this is so weird

i don't find weapons i am weapons

well not here ok not

helpful kara let's think about this logically what would alex do

w-w-a-d i should get that on a bracelet or maybe like

on a gun

ok no sticks but what about ok yes here perfect look at that

come at me phantoms i dare you to come at me now me and my big

fucking rock

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help it if i like to talk to myself i honestly don't think it's that

weird no matter what alex says like i

live on my own so who else am i gonna talk to at three in the morning i

have a lot to say and you

know what alex when i look around me i can see rocks and rocks and more

fucking rocks and maybe if i'm lucky there'll be a phantom

just to really

add some spice to my day

night perpetual darkness

thing ok alex mine is the only voice

around for miles for eons for millennia so

if i want to talk to anybody it's

going to have to be me

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help you'd think i would get tired of screaming

for help and yet

i can't seem

to stop

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help i need somebody help not just

anybody help i need someone

help

when i was younger so much younger than today duh duh duh

never needed no one's help in any way

but now these something something dah dah dah duh ok guess

that's my limit on the beatles huh ok what's

next what about

a little bruce springsteen if

anyone knows about dancing in the dark it's bruce ok i'm

not dancing but fuck if it isn't

dark so

here we go

duh duh duh duh duh

duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh

i get up in the evening and i ain't got

nothing to say

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help and compassion for all hope help and compassion for all hope

help and compassion for all hope

help and god brainy was

right i do sound like a girl scout

still hope

help and compassion for all hope help and compassion

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help please can't someone anyone

hear me isn't there

honestly isn't there

anyone else in this entire awful place how can that

be i know there is i know there must be my own

fucking mother sent people here as a day job so where the fuck

where are they all i need

people even criminals i just need to talk

to someone that isn't me i just need warmth i just need

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help me now that i've watched all those bear grylls things i guess i should

say thank you bear for

the survival tips if you can

call this survival not that

i've drunk my own pee yet but there's

still time so maybe this isn't rock

bottom yet though of course i am at the

bottom of

a lot of rocks ok

tough crowd you know

that joke would have killed with nia nal you just can't

find phantoms with a decent sense of

humour these days

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help please no i

please stop make it

stop i can't i'll do anything i won't

just please someone

make it stop hurting

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helpful not helpful we're not going to think like that we're going to

think positive because everything is going to be fine alex is

coming lena is coming our family is coming so keep it

together kara you know they would never

leave you here you know lena has probably invented ninety new devices

looking for you you know she and alex have teamed up you

know they're probably almost here already you

know they haven't forgotten you

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helping each other probably although honestly lena most likely

doesn't even need it if brainy's a twelfth level intellect lena must be like a

thirty-nine so she'll be here

she'll come

she always has before even

if it takes a while because

lena wouldn't leave me lena

would never let me go

lena wouldn't

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help to keep talking that's what kelly would say it'll help she'd

say so i'll keep talking so

i don't forget how to for when i go

home

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helping enough it's not

it's not

helping enough

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT017[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help myself but how i can't even walk now i can't move that

cliff must have been thirty feet and my ankle it's

shit it shouldn't turn that way ok think think

fuck it hurts but no focus think what would alex

do it's dislocated probably if there's no bloodflow that's

a problem shit fuck why is it

purple oh god i can't do that cracking thing alex

could do it i can't do it oh god oh rao please this is too

oh oh oh god ok focus pop it back in pop it back fuck

bloodflow you can do this come on come on come

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT018[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help is not

coming they're not here and even

if they're on their way it's going to be too

late i can't run now i can't even walk when the phantoms come i'm a

sitting duck rao i miss ducks i

can't believe how much i miss the sound of ducks what if

alex has to amputate my foot because i fucked up

popping it back in so bad that it's gone forever what if

alex never gets the chance

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT019[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

helps a bit at least this suit is a

miracle lena is a miracle imagine

if i didn't have this to keep me warm imagine

if i hadn't had the helmet when i'd fallen my skull

would have made fast friends with the

bottom of that cliff and poof bye

bye kara

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT020[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help myself i just keep talking just

so that i can hear something something else

something other than the sound of the phantoms screaming

of me screaming my voice

is annoying but at least it's better

than that i'd like to hear one of brainy's puns right

now or j’onn's dad advice or nia's memes i'd

like to hear eliza say she loves me i'd like to hear alex

argue i'd like to hear lena

i'd like to hear lena

i'd like to just

anything but my own goddamn voice

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT021[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

helps to retrace my steps repeat all the same words hey that

was it i heard it then ok what had i said

which word was the trigger i

heard it for sure that time

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT022[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help there it is again oh my god the word is

help of course the word is help kara you

are a grade-a dumbass of course if lena was going to build in a voice

command trigger word that word would be

help jesus christ you won't be winning any

prizes for intellect this year will you

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT023[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help

ok yes i heard it again what

is that like a tiny clicking sound what

does it mean alright think

like lena what would she have done the word

is help but what does help do

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT024[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help ok hello i know it's weird to start a message

with help but

in what has undoubtedly been the most interesting turn of

events since lex luthor blasted me into

this hellhole i have finally

finally figured out that you

lena luthor you

world-saving genius have installed some kind of voice activated command when

i say the word

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT025[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help

at least i can only assume that that's

what's happening since every time i say

help i hear a tiny little click which i have decided after

three days or possibly eons of investigation is most likely the

sound of a microphone clicking on to

record so now i just have

to figure out what it's recording

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT026[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help lena

lena are you hearing this is that what

you've set this suit up to do have you

set it up so that you can

hear me

probably not right at least probably

not here i don't imagine the cell service in the phantom

zone is all that great but i have to assume these recordings are

going somewhere right because that's what you'd do even

if you couldn't get to the messages yourself you'd have them

go somewhere

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT027[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help it still feels weird to start messages

to you like that now that i know that they are

messages to you at least i

hope they are but honestly

it's pretty apt you always did

know what you were doing because lena if

you can somehow hear this i really

could use your help

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT028[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help

so i was talking to you for ages and

ages just then before i realised that the

recordings probably don't go on forever right like the

microphone you put in my suit probably only records for

short periods if it's triggered by the word help it's

like a distress call an sos right so i think

i've just been talking when it hasn't been recording i

think it probably cut me

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT029[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help ok hello it's me again i have finally

i think managed to figure out your genius i

think the suit records for thirty seconds after i say the

word help i was counting one mississippi two

mississippi like alex used to make me and i think

i counted thirty mississippis lena before another

click which must be the microphone turning off so from

now on i'll try and keep my ramblings under thirty

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT030[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help

yes alright i didn't manage it that time i guess i

have a lot to say i know i know i never

shut up i bet you're laughing right now hearing this i

hope you're laughing i hope you're

hearing this i

guess you're not

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT031[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help

i guess it doesn't really matter though right because even

if you're not hearing me now which i don't see how you

could be then maybe you'll hear it one day knowing

your genius all this data is probably being backed up to a

server on the international space station or something

else equally bonkers and brilliant but really the reality doesn't matter as

long as i can feel like i'm talking to you that's good

enough for me

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT032[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help see i'm getting better at timing these

messages now i'm getting better at

everything i can't tell you how much it's

changed things being

able to talk to you lena it's

brought me back to life i think i know

that sounds dramatic but it's

true you have

and the thing

is that this is not the first time you've

saved me you know not

even close

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT032[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help so

today was a good

day not that there are days here and not that

anything is good but my

ankle is finally more fading blue than dark purple

black bruise which i am choosing to take as a sign that

it will probably not fall off and i have probably not crippled

myself for life though i do not think my

future lies in medicine somehow

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT033[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help and it was good because i did

not see a single phantom and because

i was thinking about

you for most of it and

your eyes and your hair and your hands and your

smile do not a bad day make not even now not

even here

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT034[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help

i've been wondering about the

specifics of this thing you've built in lena since

i have a lot of time to wonder here so

indulge me is my suit saving each one of these audio files in

perpetuity that

seems like it would take a lot of memory and i can't

find any sizeable chip in the helmet so does

it save as audio does it save only text hell is it

videoing me without me knowing i honestly couldn't tell is

it even saving anything at all am i

even being saved at all

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT035[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help

please the

phantoms they're

help really

help

if you're there i really

need help

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT036[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help

i couldn't speak this

time not for days i'm

sorry i haven't been here but i just

couldn't the phantoms the

the dreams they were so

i can't say it not even to

you some things are not

meant for words

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT037[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help i wonder if you're coming

lena i wonder where you are out

there i look for you in the sky you

know but the sky here isn't sky it's only grey and

nightmares so i look for

you in my heart instead because that's one

place i'll never lose you see that's

one place you'll always be

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT038[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help

today i am very

very

cold

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT039[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help i made a

fire again today first one in a

long time you would be proud i think that i haven't

given up not

completely the flames looked like

the amber of your hair in the sunshine and the

warmth felt like

your skin

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT039[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help

i like to think of you listening

to these messages like to imagine you snorting

and rolling your eyes because every time i say

help the way i should say hello

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT040[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help now i'm thinking of that dumb

awful john green movie nia made us watch that brainy sobbed at but

you hated it you said it was so cheesy especially that

one line that everybody quoted but now i can't stop

thinking that this is the perfect time so

lena maybe

help can be our always

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT041[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help

is that even right have i misremembered the

damn quote what's the original line maybe

okay can be our always is that it well

like you said at the time that isn't even that

romantic so maybe i should rework

it maybe i should use this new most common word in

my vocabulary to tell you what i really want to tell

you what really matters maybe

maybe i should say to you here and

now from the depths of this hellish phantom

zone lena luthor that maybe every time i say help i'm really

saying i love you because oh lena i

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT042[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help

it feels

a little strange to say that now even though i

have to say it to start the recording but also it's

not strange at all

things often aren't when

they're true so i'll say

it again and i'll keep saying it forever help

lena

help help help

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT043[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help i started salivating today thinking about pot

stickers i haven't eaten

anything in all the time i've been

here yet i'm still alive guess that's one more

fun trick of the phantom

zone when i get out of here the first thing i'm going

to eat is a pot sticker i started

this message by saying it but i'm going to end by saying

it again i love you lena and i

miss you

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT044[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help do you think that

if none of these messages ever make it to

you that the phantoms will play them over my

dead body and laugh at what a romantic

sap i've become

fodder for phantom jokes that's all that

i am now and honestly i think

that's alright

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT045[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help you know what i've been thinking i

would die before i put you through the hell that is

this place but honestly if you were

here i think it wouldn't be

so bad i don't think

anything could be not

if it had me

and you

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT046[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help today

the phantoms almost got me i think they're

getting colder when they come it's like i'm

frozen like there's no life left anywhere it's getting

harder to hope that you're

out there at all i've

been here for so long now have you

forgotten me i've nearly

forgotten me

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT047[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help talking to you

is the only time i talk at all now except

in the dreams those awful dreams when i

scream but even then my voice is getting so

weak i think maybe my throat is frozen maybe

i'm shutting down so i'll tell

you again now i can tell you the truth since you're

not here to hear it i

love you lena and i think i might be dying and it

feels like desolation and it feels

like peace

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help there's a

light in the sky not the light of the phantoms this one is

warmer it's brighter it looks

like the sun no no it looks like a

what is that what

it looks like oh my god is it a

ship it's a ship it could be you lena oh

god is it you

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help oh god oh god oh god if

this isn't you if this is just another dream another

illusion i can't take it i can't take this i

can't handle any more false

hope please don't let this be

false ok it's coming

closer it's coming i can hear it now this is

it this is really truly

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help shit fuck it's really oh

my god it's j’onn's ship it's you lena lena

lena it's you

of course it is of course

you're here of course you're going to save me you built

me a suit that will not let me die you

rigged up a broadcast that answers to the word

help so that you would always be able to come when

i called of course you did of course

it's you

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<MESSAGE-TRANSCRIPT051[PARTIAL-RECOVERY//SPEECH-TO-TEXT-MODE::BASIC]::

help me i knew you'd find me i knew you'd

save me oh lena oh god you feel so good you smell so

good oh shoot i'm

sorry there's snot on your shirt i don't

care you are you kidding me kara i don't care i don't

you're here you're really i'm here i'm here i

love you i know i heard

your messages you heard me yes they got through when we got

close i heard you kara i love you i love you

too so much oh rao i'm so happy you're here i'm

so happy we can finally say i love you instead of just

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help me god if you don't kiss me in the next

one second i'll start screaming so loud they'll hear

me in the next dimension say no

more sweetheart my god you're

so beautiful i've missed you so

much come here baby come here

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