#Likely going to go down as one of my favorite Conan Openings

[7s3ven]

LACY. cato hadley

( master list )

IN WHICH… Clove Kentwell can’t help but compare herself to Cato’s ex. They may have dated a year ago, but she sees the way he still looks at her.

“Lacy, oh, Lacy, it's like you're out to get me. You poison every little thing that I do”

—

“Cato, are you listening?” Clove placed a hand on her boyfriend’s muscular arm, her eyebrows knitted together. She wasn’t usually worried but with how distant Cato had been lately, she couldn’t help it.

“Huh?” Finally, Cato turned to her. “Yeah. I’m good. Sorry, I’m just tired.” But his eyes didn’t fail to trail back to her. Clove followed his line of sight, feeling a sudden burst of jealousy.

He had been paying more attention to her than Clove.

Y/N L/N, District Two’s prized possession. A delicate beauty none the less. And Cato Hadley’s ex-girlfriend. It had been a year since the two broke up but he was still gazing at her from time to time, which angered Clove.

She had tried to bring it up with him, but he brushed her off. “Cato.” She tugged on his shirt, gaining his attention. “Do you want to go somewhere else?” The pair were sitting in a small cafe that happened to be Y/N’s favorite. She was always sitting in the corner, laughing with friends.

“I thought you liked this place.” Cato tilted his head to the side.

“I do.” Clove glanced down at the cinnamon spice coffee that she adored, “But I… want a change of scenery.” All she wanted was one day where she didn’t have to witness Cato eying up Y/N.

“Uh. Yeah. We can leave.”

Clove did her best to hide her sigh of relief. They stood up, pushing their chairs back. Clove grabbed her drink and practically shoved Cato out the door.

“What about that dessert place you like?” Cato questioned. Only, Clove didn’t like desserts. She liked warm and hot things; like hot chai lattes and spicy soup. Y/N was the one who liked desserts.

“I’m not in the mood for cold things.” Clove smiled, cooly playing it off. She couldn’t help but loathe Y/N for influencing Cato this much and leaving such a huge mark. But it was partly her fault for falling in love with a guy who wasn’t over his ex.

“Do you just want to go home and watch a movie then?” Cato suggested. Finally, he remembered one right detail about her. Clove silently nodded, taking another sip from her cup.

Cato abruptly paused. “Hey, your friend is friends with Y/N, right?” Clove wasn’t even disappointed at this point.

She heaved a light sigh. “Yeah. I guess. They talk.”

“Great. I need to return some things to her but I don’t know her new address. So do you think you could ask your friend?”

“I’m not really comfortable with you being around Y/N.” Clove fiddled with her fingers, which was another trait she had gained from her relationship with Cato.

Cato quietly scoffed, but not in a rude way. He smiled. “It’s just a few things, Clo. I’ll be in and out like that.” He quickly snapped his fingers. Clove rocked back and forth on her heels before giving in.

“I’ll ask but I can’t make any promise.” She uttered, the light in her eyes dimming when she saw Cato grin wider.

Y/N was the type of girl nobody could compare to with her stunning E/C eyes and lingering perfume that hung heavily on her skin.

She was Heather Conan talked about. She was Lacy Olivia referred to. And in a way, she was Clove’s rival.

“Excuse me.”

Clove’s heart practically dropped after she heard that all too familiar voice. Cato seemed to spin around impossibly fast.

Y/N stood behind them, softly smiling. “I think you left this.” She held up a hardcover book that Clove had forgotten to grab despite it being her favorite.

“Oh…” Clove quickly reached for it, hugging it tightly to her chest. “Thank you.” She choked out. Y/N sent her another smile that made Clove feel sick. How could she be so perfect?

“Cato, I found some of your stuff in my closet.” Y/N turned to the blond-haired boy. “Would you be wanting it back?” Clove almost prayed for Cato to ignore her. To not reply. But Cato opened his mouth anyway.

“I have some of your things too. I was planning on asking Clove’s friend, Aria, for your address.”

“Oh, Aria! She’s so nice. She let me borrow her perfume once.”

It was like Clove wasn’t even there. She clenched her hands into fists as she watched the two converse like they were old friends. They somewhat were but their dating history made it weird for them to be speaking so casually.

Cato was hanging off every word Y/N said which left Clove alone. She almost shrivelled under all the pitying looks people passing by gave her, but she continued to stand tall.

“I’ll meet you there then?” Y/N asked, her perfectly tinted lips curving upwards. Her makeup was always perfect, unlike Clove who preferred to wear none at all. Suddenly, Clove grew self-conscious.

Did Cato like feminine girls? Clove looked Y/N up and down, noticing her neat outfit. The H/C-nette was wearing a skirt while Clove was dressed in loose fitting cargo pants. Her gaze flickered to Y/N’s hair. Every strand was placed perfectly while Clove’s hair was simply pulled back into a messy ponytail.

“Yeah. See you.” Cato bid Y/N farewell. He looked at Clove again, who was losing her confidence the more she compared herself to Y/N. “You ready to go?”

Clove hid her insecurity behind a smile. “Yeah.” She muttered, her voice quieter than she planned it to be.

The couple always watched movies at Cato’s house. His family had a spare room that they used as a small movie theatre. Clove leaned against Cato and despite him allowing her to do so, she knew he wished she was someone else.

“So, what were you and Y/N talking about?” Clove carefully questioned as the movie had begun playing. She felt Cato shrug.

“Not much. We were just arranging a place and time to give stuff back.”

“Why do you still have her stuff?”

“I must’ve forgotten about it.”

The pang in Clove’s heart told her that he was lying. She saw the way he hugged a pink hoodie to sleep. It wasn’t her’s, and it didn’t smell like her either. Clove’s perfume was heavy and mature while the hoodie smelled airy and floral… just like Y/N.

Clove did her best to focus on the movie. She would get lost in her thoughts from time to time but always came back to reality when Cato shifted around.

Clove yawned and slightly slouched, letting the cushions of the couch engulf her. She glanced at Cato who was too focused on the screen to notice.

She suddenly paused the movie, confusing Cato. “Are you leaving now?” He asked, watching as she stood up. She shook her head.

“Cato, we need to talk about…” Clove paused, choosing her next words carefully. “Some things that have been happening recently.”

Cato raised his eyebrows, indirectly telling her to continue.

“Lately we haven’t been the same. I mean, I’m training more and you… you seem distracted. Did I do something wrong?” Clove had never felt more vulnerable than right now.

“I mean… you did eat salt and vinegar chips with Oreos.” Cato quietly chuckled.

“That’s not what I mean!” Clove exclaimed, “And that was a dare just so you know!” She pointed a finger at Cato. “You keep looking at her. And don’t pretend like you don’t know who I’m referring to.”

“What? Y/N?” The way Cato immediately caught on unnerved Clove. “Clo, she’s just a friend. Not even that. I only talked to her today because I needed to.”

“I see the way you look at her. And…” Clove had to take a minute to compose herself, “I know that you wish I was her.” Cato said nothing, confirming her theory.

“Clove.” He uttered after a moment. That was the first time he had called her by her real name in a long time. “I’m dating you. Not her. I”- Clove unexpectedly cut him off.

“Then why does it feel like we aren’t dating?!” She shouted, her voice slightly shaking. She was glad no one else was home. “Why does it feel like… I’m a replacement?”

“You aren’t”-

Clove didn’t let Cato speak. She launched straight into another scolding. “Why are you always looking at her?! And ignoring me! I’m your girlfriend, Cato! Me! Not her! So why do you pay more attention to Y/N than me? You hardly even talk to me now!” If Clove was a normal girl, she would be sobbing. But her parents taught her to keep her emotions, especially her sadness, at bay.

Cato remained silent, staring at her with the same look of pity everybody else did. All Clove wanted was for him to look at her the same way he looked at Y/N.

“I’m sorry, Clo.” He uttered. Clove took a deep breath, trying to prepare herself for whatever was next to come. “I just can’t love you like I love her.”

“I see.” The brunette whispered. She quickly gathered her things, blinking away small tears.

“Clove. Come on.” Cato stood up as she walked away. “We can talk about this. Where are you going? Clove.” He was annoyingly insistent on following her.

Clove spun around, staring right into Cato’s eyes. “I can’t be her, Cato. So maybe it’s best if we split up.” She was prepared to leave but Cato grabbed her wrist.

“Y/N.” He uttered without thinking. His grip loosened on Clove’s wrist once he realized his mistake.

“See? That’s what I’m talking about.” Clove unlocked the front door, stepping out. “Just… leave my stuff on the doorstep and I’ll do the same.” She closed the door behind her and allowed herself a moment of weakness.

Cato stood on the other side, listening to Clove’s quiet sobs and sniffs. He slowly backed away. He knew that deep down, Clove was right. He did wish she was Y/N.

He glanced at the box Y/N’s stuff. It sat at the bottom of the stairs, almost collecting dust.

Maybe it’s for the best, he told himself. He had already hurt Clove enough. There was no reason for him to pretend that he loved her as much as he still loved Y/N.

[shawnxstyles]

blood alert!

DATE: DECEMBER 29, 2022

summary: peter notices you’re unwell at school and instinctively wants to help. as he does, the schoolwide douchebag decides to make a scene after school.

requested: very :)

song: Yours- conan gray (i was listening to this)

words: 4.3k

warnings: mentions of blood (not too gory), mentions of periods, mentions of anxiety, sexual innuendo/insults, minimal language, and a protective peter :o

note: part four?!?! i think this is my favorite yet?? and it’s the longest! peter parker masterlist

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“please please i didn’t mean to!” the unknown man’s pleads were muffled by the blood gushing from his mouth. peter tsked behind his mask, wondering when they’ll ever learn to never touch a woman when they don’t want to be touched.

nothing gets him more mad than things that aren’t consensual.

“sure didn’t seem that way. i mean, you didn’t even apologize,” peter says condensingly, eyeing his webbing work. the man’s hands and legs were attached to the wall while multiple layers covered his torso. over time, his placing and aiming of the webs got easier. they do say practice makes perfect.

the man groans in pain and irritation.

like he has the right to be making any noise right now.

“i think you deserve an apology. don’t you think, miss?” peter tilts his head in the direction of the distraught woman, who seems to be in her mid-thirties (at the latest). after peter had comforted her, she calmed down once she realized who he was and that he could handle the situation. she contemplates his question, crossing her arms.

“yes i do,” she replies, glaring at the fickle man. he growls under his breath, spitting out the crimson blood drowning him. annoyed, peter shoots another web at his torso, not hurting him, but shocking him and pushing him snuggly into the brick wall of the alleyway. the man screams, frightened, and finally agrees to apologize.

“okay, okay! i’m sorry, i won’t touch you or anyone else ever again. just don’t kill me!” he begs again. it’s funny how he can change from growling and groaning to begging and pleading because he thinks he’s going to die. peter has more power than he knows sometimes.

“relax. i don’t kill,” peter waves him off and turns to the woman once again with sincerity. “will you be okay to walk home?”

“i’m feeling quite better now. i think i’ll catch a cab this time. thank you, spiderman,” her face softens and a gentle smile rests on her lips. her heels click away to the open sidewalk, waving for cabs until one halts for her. peter looks at the man positioned like a star on the wall.

“now what will i do with you?”

—

after bringing the attacker to the station, peter swings on home. he assumes it’s past ten, given the dark, starry sky. when he reaches his window, he lifts the creaky wood up and slips inside. he knows his aunt, may, is going to be upset because he came home late again, but she knows he has responsibilities to upkeep.

“peter!” may shouts from the kitchen while he rips off his mask. she opens his bedroom door and softens at his rough appearance.

“sorry for coming home late again.” peter mumbles, scratching the back of his neck.

“it’s alright, i want you to be safe. you didn’t kill anybody, did you?. you know—”

“i know, may. i know.” peter sighs because she gives the same lecture every time he comes home. she wants him to be safe, not to kill, don’t hurt anyone unless needed, etcetera etcetera.

“okay. well then go shower. you have blood all over your suit…”

—

peter was glad to go to school the following morning. he was going to see you during third period and you two were going to talk like you did yesterday. his heart fluttered happily in his chest just thinking about it.

however, when peter saw you during second period passing, you looked unwell. maybe you were sick with a cold or the flu? you trudged around the hallways and you didn’t socialize with anyone.

of course, you wouldn’t want to get anyone else ill.

peter assumes to himself as you lay your head tiringly on your locker from a far distance across the hall. a pang of hurt hits his heart knowing that you’re feeling so ill.

he wishes he could take care of you. he wishes he could give you soup and turn on your favorite movie. if he was with you, he knows he wouldn’t care about getting sick and would lay in the bed and watch the movie with you. he wishes he could comfort you. he wishes he could be the one to make you smile when you’re having a bad day.

peter wishes you’d want him too.

he frowns to himself, ripping his stare away from you. he knows that’s a hard concept to even conspire, but it still makes him dejected that you’ll never feel the way he feels for you. the ache in his chest grows, but for a slightly different reason now.

“this cold weather is really preparing me for the cabin. speaking of…” ned rocks back and forth on his toes, while peter turns to him with sorrow still in his eyes. ned doesn’t notice. “you really don’t want to go with us?”

“i’m sure. it’s a couple’s thing. i obviously don’t have a date and i would never want to impose,” peter replies shutting his locker slowly. ned squints his eyes at him.

“you good, peter?” ned questions more seriously than before.

okay, he did notice.

“yeah, yeah. just tired is all,” peter fake yawns with a soft smile to ensure that he is fine. he didn’t know that his sudden sadness would be that burdening so fast. it wasn’t even that big of a deal. it was just something that he had to accept, whether he wanted to or not.

it’s insane how emotions can be so intense and rapid when they’re connected to something important.

—

you were late to english. again.

you really tried not to be late to your classes, but it wasn’t always your fault. sometimes, you were having sex in the bathroom (which you hated yourself for) or mother nature decided to come early. you never had sex on your period, either.

so, today was the latter.

you skipped first period because you were curled up under your warm blanket and your body refused to get up. you were extremely tired as well, which didn’t help. but you knew how hard it was to get back on track with school work, even if it’s only a one-day absence. you trudged out of the comfort of your bed and into the cold fog outside.

when the final bell rang for third period, you didn’t attempt to run. not that you ever really ran, but sometimes you did a fast walk. with every five steps a cramp clawed your uterus, and you reconsidered going to class today. but you knew this project was worth a good chunk of your grade, and you didn’t want your partner to do all the work.

you plod into the mostly obedient classroom, all eyes staring at the teacher while she speaks. she doesn’t acknowledge you and continues to instruct. you don’t mind, and slot through the columns of desks.

“damn what happened to you? out too late last night?” jax obnoxiously chuckles behind his hand as he daps up his nearby friends. unlike the movies, he isn’t well liked by the whole school, only by his lame sidekick friends. the only thing that’s comical is how he’s wearing a letterman for the world’s most boring sport (golf) and he suddenly thinks he’s the most admired man on campus. if there was a sport for douchebags, he’d make varsity and be the star player.

jax has been like this since freshman year. he acts immature, rude, and arrogant to most people, but especially to you. he always goes out of his way to insult or make fun of you for entertainment. although you know the underlining reason for his harsh treatment, it doesn’t bother you any less. it’s hard to desensitize from negativity when you’re surrounded by it like oxygen.

you cringe at his comment and the unfolded scene. you barely have enough energy to get through today, let alone waste it on a dumbass jock who thinks he’s the ‘top dawg’ or whatever he says. another cramp kicks you, which makes you practically limp to your seat in the back.

“look she’s limping,” he points out to his friends with shoulder nudges. “he must have given it to her hard.”

more laughs are muffled behind their jacket sleeves, while you focus on breathing and reaching your desk. the class is too distracted with the teacher’s announcements to notice or care about the little interaction.

peter wasn’t listening to a word the teacher was saying.

his senses picked up on the chattering near the back of the room. he’s learned when to engage his power on his own, but his senses are automatically heightened when someone is involved in harmful situations. he has never eavesdropped on your conversations ever before, but conversations don’t sound like that.

peter heard the ‘jokes’ jax made about you, right to your face. it made him upset knowing that someone would talk like that. but it made him fucking furious that anyone would talk like that to you. you didn’t deserve that. peter didn’t know you as well as he wishes to, but he knows that jax is a jerk inside and out. an immature asshole to better say. no matter how high of a pedestal jax puts himself on, he’ll never hold a candle to you.

peter clenches his jaw so hard, he thought he might shatter his own teeth. it took everything in him to breathe instead of strangle jax with his webs in front of the whole class.

it’s like everything may ever told him was thrown out the window.

when the teacher finally dismisses everyone to continue their partner projects, peter doesn’t hesitate to snatch his backpack and head toward you. his heart pounds angrily in his chest, furious, yet still underlined with nerves because he’s approaching you like it’s normal.

he takes the seat beside you. you’re slouched with your hands resting on the desk while you fiddle with your fingers. peter softens his gaze, heart still beating rapidly.

what does he say?

“hey,” he gently starts, patiently waiting for you to say something. you blink a few times before turning your head toward peter.

“hey, parker,” you tiredly smile at him, trying to sit up straighter. your head subtly pounds from the nonsense you experienced with jax because that kind of stuff is so regular for you. if you look like shit one day, everyone assumes you had a previous late-night hookup. if you look gorgeous on another, they think you’re a slut who just wants attention.

can’t a girl just dress for herself?

at first, it angered you that people cared so deeply yet so little about you. now, it was so constant and repetitive that you didn’t dwell on everyone else’s small talk about you. but you can’t help but wish it would stop. it had a mental toll on you.

but deep down, you were only mad at yourself for giving in to the pressure of people around you.

peter gazes delicately at you, his teddy bear eyes easing some of the mental and physical pain away.

you wish all guys were as good-natured and self-aware as he seemed.

“are you okay?” peter breathily questions. he sees the heaviness under your eyes and your eyelids seem desperate to close. overall exhaustion is laced in your expression. he assumes you don’t want him to stare at you, so he tries his best to avert his eyes. but even when you’re sick, he still thinks you’re gorgeous. you always radiate such glowing warmth, so when you’re a little colder, there must be something wrong.

“uh,” you grumble, hesitant. you consider admitting to peter that you’re on your period and not just tired or sick. again, you didn’t dwell on other people’s thoughts, or their judgment. if anything, he’d probably disregard it anyway because that’s what guys always do. without stopping yourself, you admit. “i'm on my period.”

peter slightly widens his eyes, not expecting you to say that. he knew you were forthright, but he didn’t think you’d share personal information with him. his heart races quicker before he realizes his reaction probably isn’t helping.

“oh um… is there is anything… i can do to help?” peter stutters and he mentally curses at himself for acting like an immature fool. to be clear, he wasn’t flustered over the menstrual cycle part, they’re completely natural and uncontrollable, but by the fact that you told him so bluntly (even though he asked) is what shocked him.

you genuinely smile at his endearment, causing spots of warmth to spread over your chilly skin. your shoulders relax, releasing tension you didn’t know you had been storing in your muscles.

“unless you have chocolate, nothing is going to mend the stabbing pain in my uterus,” you dryly joke, moving some hair from your face. a gray hood lays on your head, protecting you from the uncomfortably cold air.

peter curses to himself, again, for not having chocolate in his bag.

sometimes, he wishes he could read minds instead of having the behavioral abilities of a spider. he has to remind himself that some people don’t have powers at all and he should be grateful and blah blah blah.

“i’m sorry, i don’t,” peter frowns again like earlier. “do you have a favorite?” he asks suddenly.

“a favorite chocolate?” you face him with curiosity, trying to forget the jamming headache. your cramps have halted more now than they have all morning. probably because you’re sitting comfortably for once.

“yeah or a favorite food you crave,” peter knows about the food cravings because of may.

when may’s favorite snack (pickles) were gone and she was too unwell to retrieve them, she would send peter to go to the store down the street. he hates seeing may in pain, but it only lasted for a couple of days before she was okay again. he doesn’t remember exactly when he stopped having to go, but he didn’t worry as long as she wasn’t hurting.

he would definitely bring you something if you asked.

“i mean, i really like chocolate pretzels? i don’t know why. probably because i always ate them a lot growing up,” you share openly. you spit out the first thing that came to your mind without hesitation. you were being oddly open. no one really cared to ask personally questions to you before, so you didn’t really know how to respond.

“noted,” he remembers how ned loves them too, so he’ll have to ask him where he gets them. peter curls one side of his lips into a tiny smile, while you smile back with skepticism all over your face. he feels his chest restricting and wonders if he’ll die. and least he would die a happy man. “we should probably get to our project.”

“yeah, yeah. we should,” you shake your head to look away from his soft features. he turns down and searches in his backpack for the papers. your eyes don’t drag away from him like you’d hope they would.

he wore jeans today. they appeared a little loose, but fitting enough so he’s not sagging. you could never imagine him in jeans; he always seemed like a khaki guy. a classic flannel shirt peaks beneath a navy sweater, and you wonder where he gets his style from. his hair is neatly combed, and it overall made him look put-together. you couldn't imagine yourself appearing that way, even if you wore pretty little clothes and did your makeup.

peter tilts his head back up and places the papers on the desk. he scoots the table closer to you with ease, and you two continue to work on the presentation fundamentals.

time flies when the bell suddenly rings. peter tucks everything back into his bag in a specific folder. his body freezes when his scalp feels your soft fingertips ruffle his hair. a blush arises on his face as he stares at the floor. when he finally looks back up, you’re gone.

you left the class with a small smile, feeling a little less worse than you had.

—

during lunch, peter instantly asked about the pretzels.

“oh, these ones?” ned plops them out of his backpack and peter gasps dramatically.

“you have some? can i have them?” peter pleads, without context. he’s never asked for them before when ned had brought them.

“since when do you like chocolate pretzels?” ned quirks a suspicious eyebrow at peter. he doesn’t like hiding anything from ned, so he gives in and tells him with a sigh. he doesn’t tell him everything, only that you’re the one that likes the pretzels, not him. ned doesn’t need to know that you’re on your period and the ‘conversation’ that happened with jax.

“does she need all of them? i just bought these yesterday,” ned complains, while betty sits next to him across the cafeteria table and kisses his cheek. peter envied their love, even if it was questionably odd sometimes.

since peter sits so close to you in english, he envisions kissing your cheek while you answer a question on the sheet. you’d try to hide your heavenly smile, but then you’d give in and giggle next to him.

he daydreams about you so much, some might think it’s exhausting, but they’re really what keep him going.

ned explains to betty how peter needs his pretzels for you and peter interrupts him with an embarrassed “ned!” because he said that “peter is practically in love with you.” which isn’t… he can’t. betty then convinces him to hand over the bag.

“fine, but you owe me,” ned groans and rolls his eyes while betty giggles and kisses his cheek again.

—

peter couldn’t find you at lunch.

however, he did spot you at the end of the hallway where he unexpectedly ‘caught’ you yesterday.

your hood was covering your head, but the way your backpack dangled loosely from your shoulders alerted him that it was you. your bag had a single stitch on it that he’d never noticed before as he gazed at you in the hallway.

the place was nearly empty like before since the day had ended. you pushed open the door and hissed at the icy breeze, instinctively crossing your arms for more warmth.

peter follows you through the doors and catches up with you. your eyebrows raise in shock and you halt your movements, but you relax when you notice it’s just peter. you remove your earbuds and pause your music.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to startle you,” he instantly apologizes, cheeks flushed. it was probably from the sudden chilly weather, but it looked adorable on his cheeks. his lips were more prominent, rosy and pink against his fair skin.

“you don’t have to apologize. it’s fine,” you tighten your arms over each other, teeth nearly chattering. you weren’t a fan of the fall or winter because you got cold very easily. you were definitely more of a summer gal.

“i, um,” peter lost his words. you would probably think that he’s a freak for actually getting you the pretzels. you’ll probably think he’s crazily obsessed with you (he kind of is, but not like that). his hands are shaking, and it’s not only from the weather. “i got these for you.”

you peer down with skepticism, a small bag of chocolate-covered pretzels in his hands. you look back up at him with awe in your eyes. your heart clutches tightly in your chest from the kindness. you’re not someone who cries a lot, or at least in front of people, but no one has ever done such a thoughtful action for you. it was such a small thing, but it affected you more than you could have imagined. you blame your hormones for the brimming tears in your eyes.

“oh no. are these the wrong ones? i’m sorry—”

“no, peter, these are perfect. thank you. i…” you were speechless. he's so sweet. too sweet. he probably did this for everyone who needs it. you wish you had someone as endearing as him in your life consistently. you need it. peter’s wide smile is soon washed away.

“y/n? well, i didn't think you’d go for as low as a nerd,” the familiar snobby voice of jax makes both of your heads turn. he wears a smirk on his face, arms crossed as he approaches you two more closely. his ‘sidekick’ friend follows behind him submissively. jax looks down at the pretzels in peter’s hand and laughs. “the nerd got her chocolates. what is this, valentine’s day? please, how pathetic.”

when people talked or spread rumors about you, you tried not to care. you never engaged because it would never stop. you just learned to live with it because it’s been years. you’ve heard jax talk shit about loads of people over that time. however, hearing jax disrespect peter right in front of you made your blood boil so much, you didn’t feel as cold anymore.

“leave him alone, jax. he’s done nothing to you,” you glare at him with daggers in your eyes and a strong jaw. you were much shorter than him, but your distaste for his attitude was bigger. “i know you don’t like me, but don’t take it out on him.”

“sweetheart, i can do whatever i want,” jax clicks his tongue condescendingly while inching closer to peter.

those words flashed a different image through your mind, but you forced yourself to stand tall. you don’t need reminding of the past.

he rips the pretzels out of peter’s hands and chucks them on the ground. peter barely moves, staring at jax’s soul with small backward steps.

please, don’t hurt him. you plead to some higher power.

“she doesn’t like you. she wants you to think that. she’ll make you think that she wants to sleep with you, so you look like a fucking fool,” jax snarls in peter’s face with clenched teeth and an flared nose.

“shut up,” peter grumbles with clamped fists so compact his knuckles start whitening from the pressure. protectiveness spread throughout his whole body like a disease.

“what did you say? speak up,” jax provokes, glaring down at peter with a snarl on his face. you have a feeling this will get ugly and you really don’t want peter to get hurt.

“shut. up.” peter huffs out each word, and jax finally swings. peter ducks quickly, so jax punches again with his opposite hand. peter dodges it swiftly, sliding away from his predictable hits.

jax growls in impatience and swings more wild and aggressively. peter blocks his ‘hardest’ punch with his forearm. he latches onto his wrist and twists him around, pushing him backwards.

“i don’t want to fight you, jax,” peter states honestly, with his hands up. he’s annoyed with his perseverance in this fight that he’s not going to win.

he practically jumps towards peter with anger brewing in his eyes. with his arms wide, he tries to cage peter against the nearby tree, but fails horribly. peter simply ducks and sweeps his leg, causing him to tumble onto his back. if he didn’t, jax would have collided face first into the wood. jax stumbles back onto his feet while his friend watches with a gaped mouth. peter knew he couldn’t fight jax, especially not at school. he definitely wasn’t scared to, but it’s not morally right to himself, may, or you.

but god, did he want to beat the living shit out of him.

what is wrong with peter’s thoughts?

“beginner’s luck. i’ll be back,” jax spits on the ground, trying to make a statement before stomping toward the gym with his not-so-much sidekick.

you stand frozen, your body in shock from peter’s incredible defensive skills. he walks over to you with worry cascading his face.

“are you okay? i’m sorry, i didn’t want to fight him—”

“peter, stop apologizing. i’m fine and that was… pretty cool,” you cut him off with your hands on his chest. his heart was racing and his cheeks were flushed, but he did just finish a fight.

and he totally won too.

peter thought he might dissolve. even in the cold weather, he might melt right into a puddle on the cement from your palms resting on his chest. he knows you feel the pounding organ behind his rib cage, which makes him blush even more. if he stands still any longer, he’ll be permanently frozen in overwhelming affection. to avert himself, he bends down to retrieve the forgotten pretzels and hands them your way.

“do you still want them?” peter cringes at the wrinkled bag in his palms.

“of course, i do,” you snatch them from his hands and tuck them possessively into your arm. “i mean, you fought for these! they must be really good.” peter chuckles, muscles relaxing at your optimism.

there was your warmth again.

“so do you walk home or take the bus? or can you drive?” you ask with some energy. the fighting woke you up and opened your eyes. literally. jax’s always been a douche, but fighting through an innocent person about something that happened years ago? that’s pathetic.

“i can drive, but i don’t have a car. i usually take the bus, but it’s long gone by now,” peter scratches his neck and shuffles awkwardly. sometimes he feels comfortable with you, but most times he gets so nervous he forgets sentences. or words. or thoughts in general. even though his anxiety was heightened, he really wanted to walk you home. he would float to cloud nine. “what about you? do you drive?”

“i’m in the same boat as you. or car…?”

“do… you want me to walk you?” he felt his fingertips trembling and stomach clench. every second you didn’t say something, he prepared for disappointment.

“i would like that,” you smile. you smile. with teeth and everything. your cheeks looked soft and your expression was genuine. peter felt his heart flutter and fly away, while his stomach was littered with butterflies.

you both begin walking along the sidewalk, the school fading in the distance behind you. walking made talking less anxiety inducing, and more comforting for him.

“so where did you learn to fight like that?”

—

HOW DO WE FEEL ABOUT PART FOUR??!?

tags: @percyjacksonspeen @rafecameronsbadussy @slut4tomholland

[itsrorysstuff]

I got my first ask!! Somebody asked for tattoo artist!julien x reader, so that’s what I did. I hope you like it 😘 the diehard Swiftie in me rly shows here.

Happy birthday

Today was my twenty-second birthday, i figured it was time to get my first tattoo. I had made my way into a tattoo parlor in Los Angeles, seeing a light haired girl at the counter.

“Hey, how can I help you?” She asked as I approached the front counter

“I was hoping to get a tattoo!” I answered

“Well you came to the right place” she laughed then kept going “what were you looking to have done?” I took out my phone and showed her a picture of the tattoo I wanted, a tattoo that that “If you never bleed you’re never gonna grow” In (swooping sloping) cursive letters, it was a line from my favorite Taylor Swift song.

“That’s a cool tattoo. I’m a huge Swiftie too! It shouldn’t take too long, we could definitely get you in today. Let me go ask Julien if she’s free right now” she said as she walked away. Soon, a brown eyed girl came out, covered in tattoos, and smiled at me.

“You’re the one who wants the Taylor Swift tattoo?” She questioned and I nodded

“I’m Julien, I’ll be doing your tattoo for you. And you are?” She puts her hands out for me to shake “Hi, I’m y/n.” I gladly shake her hand, gosh this woman’s attractive. I’m mesmerized.

“Nice to meet you, y/n. Can I just see your drivers license before we get started?” I nodded and got my license out of my purse and handed to her. She scanned it before saying “happy birthday!”

“Oh thank you so much” I smiled and laughed a little, she smiled back and it made me a blushing mess. “Ready to get started?” She asked “yeah” I answered and she started to lead me to the back, opening the door to her studio. “Wow it’s really nice in here” I said. The walls had beautiful art on it, and there were plants decorating the room. She smiled again “thank you. Come sit.” She pat the chair in front of her rolling one, I walked over and sat down. “So where are you wanting this tattoo?”she asked “I was thinking right under my breast” she looked back at my eyes. “Okay great, let’s get started. Did you wanna lift up your shirt or yknow take it off?”

“I could take it off” I smiled “okay” I took my shirt and bra off “are you nervous?” Julien asked “yeah very nervous actually” I giggled nervously “don’t be, I’ll talk to you and it’ll distract you. Or at least it does others. Lie back for me.” She said and I did as I was told, and then she gets to work, she put her needle on me and I cringed and whined a little “shh..shh..it’s okay. Tell me about you, y/n. Who do you listen to besides Taylor Swift?”

I tried to center myself and respond “I uh..uhm I-I like Conan gray and Olivia Rodrigo and uhm Sabrina Carpenter. I also really like older rock stuff like uh…Uhmmmm Nirvana and Pearl Jam and nine inch nails.” I responded hoping I didn’t stutter too much “that’s cool, I like them too. You know hardy?” She asked and she worked “yeah, yeah I went to his concert a couple weeks ago.” I responded “oh so did I! Small world. What do you do for a living?” She asked “uhm well right now I’m working for a local newspaper while I finish up my senior year of college but uh I’m working on becoming a musician.” I responded “that’s really nice, I’m in my senior year too. I also make music, I preform at that coffee shop around the corner, Amelias, on Saturday mornings, you should come see me.” She said…oh my god was she asking me out? “Yeah..yeah maybe I will.” I respond “you should…okay it looks like we’re done here.” She says, then puts the plastic over my tattoo and hands me my clothes. I put my clothes back on “it was really nice meeting you.” I said “yeah, the feelings mutual” she said and I left, going to the front desk to pay and then exiting. As I’m going out to my car I hear someone yelling after me “y/n!! Y/n wait!!” It was julien running after me, I stopped and turned around as she approached me “Julien?” I asked “you forgot your phone, must’ve fallen out of your bag.” She said, handing it back to me “thank you so much!” I said “No problem” she responded and walked back in. My phone case had a sticky note on it that read

“Please come see me on Saturday, and please text me

771-777-875

-Julien <3 “

Oh my god. She really was asking me out. I got into my car and texted the number immediately

“I definitely will be seeing you Saturday.”

“It’s y/n, by the way”

she responded

“Yeah I got that , lol. Happy birthday, pretty girl.”

I hope y’all liked it ❤️‍🩹

Edit: let me know if you want a part 2…I also have something written for tattoo artist!julien in an established relationship if you want that too ✏️

ANOTHER IMPORTANT EDIT: if you want crew!reader x Julien go check out mama g! @gingerjolover

[hexfloog]

(Episode 404, The Mysterious Angel's Mansion - pt. 2)

This little scene is probably one of my favorite DB interactions in the entire show -v- Everything from the way they got here— that is, Conan deliberately starting shit (and then throwing hands sksksk)— to the way they each react to the situation, to the eventual resolution and their implied state of their relationship with Conan...

To be fair, their dynamic is more than implied and we see it in action all the time, but rarely do we get to see anything apart from the reactionary, situational interactions necessitated by some external circumstance. Friends sometimes fight amongst themselves, kids even moreso, but the DB often get tangled in such dire, life-or-death situations that we usually don't get to evaluate the friendship beyond raw reactions to things like Genta nearly being shot, Mitsuhiko going missing, drivers taking off with Ayumi in the trunk, etc.

You could happily argue that this is just proof of strong relationships, because there's no time to premeditate anything and they're forced to be little balls of instinct-- and I would agree, but that's not the angle I'm taking with this scene.

Obviously, Conan is Team Mom, always spearheading the charge and guiding and looking after the others, but if the DB rarely hear Conan apologize for anything (as is the implication here), it fits right in with his character. He's a proud individual and having to even associate with children is, at least in the beginning of the series, embarrassing to him. Haibara even teases him a little afterwards with an observation that it's "tough" to motivate kids, possibly referring to the mental mountain he had to summit by admitting that he was wrong.

The only thing that could maybe make me like this scene more is if Conan's authenticity were less nebulous, but that same ambiguity is exactly what makes this scene appealing to me, too: reuniting the group by forcing a conflict to overcome despair and hopelessness and press onwards for the sake of someone else is, to Shinichi, probable justification to be both disingenuous or earnest about an apology, so I'm… well, I don't come away from this scene really knowing which one it is, and I... kind of love that. The series struggles with grey areas and I will absolutely take what I can get here

So does anyone think he meant it? Shinichi obviously cares about the children, so the natural answer is yes, but whether he's more or less honest about his apology has no bearing on the result— the kids stop fighting either way— so... at least in my head... there is no correct answer. It's left entirely to the viewer and just comes down to how you interpret his character: if he meant it, cool, the fact that he cares enough about the kids to put aside his pride for them is selfless and delightful; if he didn't, well... that's equally intriguing, isn't it? Maybe he's simply too proud to apologize and mean it, and the fight was just a means to an end (and nothing more) so that they could continue pursuing the solution to their dilemma... which could mean that Shinichi has an enduring problem prioritizing the mystery* over his peers (exactly the thing that got him into the Conan mess in the first place)...

This is a very short scene but goddamn if I don't enjoy the hell out of it. I love the kids and I wish they did more open-ended stuff with them like this (sobbing)

[togrowoldinv]

The Wonder

Florence Pugh x Reader

You attend the premiere of The Wonder with your girlfriend Florence

Note: Florence was just absolutely gorgeous today. I had to write this. It’s soft! Enjoy!

Florence Pugh Masterlist, Main Masterlist

You watch in awe as your perfect girlfriend walks across the red carpet. You stay a few steps behind her and listen in as she interacts with her fans. It’s your favorite thing in the world to see your girl shining so bright.

“Come here, my love,” you hear her call for you. You step closer to her, and she wraps an arm around you. Fans cheer and tell you both how cute you are together. Florence grins and thanks them for their compliments.

You walk by her side down the line of fans. At one point, she stops when she feels someone pull on her coat. You both turn to see a small girl looking up at Florence with wide eyes.

“Are you a princess?” the little girl asks.

“Oh, you’re so sweet!” Florence absolutely beams at the girl. The child’s mother takes the cutest photo of her daughter and Florence as you watch her with a huge smile on your face.

You help Florence out of her coat for her official red carpet photos. She hands you her phone and you smile at the intimacy of holding her things for her. She looks absolutely brilliant as she poses for the cameras and does interviews.

“Are you ready to go inside?” Florence asks you.

“Yeah baby,” you say. You follow her but pull her hand gently back towards you before she can walk into the building.

“What is it, darling? Are you okay?” she asks you, knowing sometimes you get nervous at events like this.

“Yeah, I’m good,” you assure her with a smile. “I just wanted to tell you that you’re absolutely stunning tonight and I love you so much.”

“I love you so fucking much,” Florence says before she crashes her lips into yours. Her soft hands caress your cheeks as her lips chase after yours. The kiss gets a little heated and you decide to break apart before too many people have seen you.

Florence blushes as you kiss her lips one more quick time before following her inside.

The movie is amazing as you knew it would be, and everyone gives Florence a standing ovation. You clap the loudest, naturally.

When you get to your hotel room, you open a bottle of wine and lay on the bed. Florence is still in her dress, and you watch as she treks over to you. She all but jumps on the bed and wraps one arm around you while the other lifts your chin.

Her lips graze against yours lightly and she giggles. You smile too and wrap your arms around her.

“You know I do think you’re a princess,” you tell Florence.

“Oh yeah?” she asks. She leans back a bit to look you in the eyes.

“Yep. You’re my princess, my girl, my love, my everything,” you say sweetly. Florence swoons and buries her face in your neck at the overwhelming praise. You run your hand through her blonde hair. It’s the perfect length right now.

“I love you,” she says as she kisses your neck.

“I love you too,” you tell her.

“I love you most,” you both say at the same time, and she shifts to kiss your lips again.

You really love seeing your girl shine.

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[phoenixyfriend]

Okay so, originally, I pitched this on discord:

Ahsoka… but distressed dapper. She's still a tog and all, but she's otherwise right out of a film noir setting. Rugged Detective. If Anakin were still around he'd be freaking out over the cigarette.

@jebiknights responded with:

this is a great image for post-jedi Ahsoka but also ngl part of my brain went straight to padawan Ahsoka trying to solve a mystery in the temple pretending to be a noir detective, sucking on a lollipop with a fake mustache like Nino did in s4 of Miraculous Ladybug fdijirdgjs She hasn't received shadow or spy training yet shes got a long way to go 😂 she hums her own theme music whenever she can get away with it

And we were off to the races!

I met us in the middle: after she leaves but before RotS.

Her sleuthing leads to Sidious through the most ludicrously indirect route possible.

She's not even a PI. She's a mechanic on the lower levels. She just stumbled into a thing and put on a costume to hide her identity through judicious use of Hat.

She's got an apartment across the hall from some girls who work in the red light district and one time some guys were harassing them and Ahsoka kicked them out through judicious use of Armbars And Catching Punches, which was impressive without being actively violent or revealing her Force abilities, and it was... fine? They're friends now, have pizza once in a while. Ahsoka likes hearing about their lives.

But then they decided to come to her for advice on a whole Thing at work, where they overheard some stuff about a drug deal that's taking place worryingly close, and maybe she could just keep an eye out when the deal goes down in case things go south? Please?

Ahsoka does so. She overhears things about the war in the deal (which is about information, not drugs), and. Well. She doesn't want to call home for help when she's making a whole point about needing to find herself away from them, so maybe she can just do a little digging of her own?

The red light girls insist she needs a cool outfit for her PI work (they do not care that it's not PI work). They are very excited about this.

At some point she runs into a junior Corrie Guard and steals him for a bit. He is officially "missing" and unofficially Fox was just like "fuck it, sure, help the shiny not-Jedi, I don't care." Now Ahsoka has a clone roommate/sidekick/backup who is, in fact, much more experienced in this than she is, but also has far fewer contacts and resources since they can't use CG databases while they're running this op. Meanwhile, Ahsoka has Friends, and some of her friends know a guy who knows a guy.

Fox doesn't tell the Jedi because technically this doesn't involve them (Ahsoka didn't mention the war stuff), and he has an Outside Contractor and a Coruscant Guard working on it.

He'll let them know if it goes anywhere, but for now he's assuming it's grandstanding lowlifes, and will leave it to the baby Jedi and babier Guard.

jebiknights:

a probably way too young cg helping Ahsoka while Fox aggressively pretends it isn't happening has such good- ohmygod this has psych vibes just a lil bit I've been on a psych comparison kick lately tho so

Ahsoka is trying so hard to be cool

listen psych is my favorite framework for the consulting detective schtick lmaooo AND SHES TRYING SO HARD but shes like what 16? just not there and living in the non-jedi/non-battlefront world for the first time sidgier

Her hypercompetent psychic is a babyfaced 9yo

i was thinking that she would be the psychic bc jedi but honestly convincing everyone that its the shiny corrie is so much funnier also just imagining all the stupid names they call each other as aliases

Sidekick I meant hypercomptetent sidekick

that… makes more sense ngl i was ready to yes and you all the way tho turn it into a gods whats the Jude Law movie where "Watson" is the genius who hires an actor to play "Sherlock" and has him pretend to be the genius or st?

I am, however, open to a Detective Conan situation, which has a lot more context so I'll actually use a different reference and say she pulls a Cyrano de Bergerac.

Ahsoka is stage-whispering instructions to her Corrie Guard, feeding him lines so he can pretend to be psychic while she sneaks around with significantly less eyes on her.

Also the red light girls stay involved they are so excited to Help even though Ahsoka keeps trying to keep them uninvolved for Safety. The girls love teasing her shiny friend. Please remember that all of this nonsense is happening while Ahsoka tries to dress like a prototypical film noir detective.

wait wait wait but if we go back to the original gag of, lowkey being a lil Psych/chaotic Sherlock inspired… shiny being a baby medic?? he tries to be a voice of reason but also enjoys the chaos too much, gets wayyyy too into the play acting and bad covers, but also knows how to patch up the reckless former jedi lol. Ahsoka sometimes just showing up in the Corrie medbay not for a check up but to drag the shiny into shenanigans

Fuck yeah, baby shiny Guard is now a baby shiny medic (Guard). Ahsoka regularly sneaks in through the vents to kidnap him.

Quinlan figures out she's doing Things through psychometry by accident but decides to let sleeping dogs lie until she finally shows up a the Jedi's door like "hey I need help."

The Jedi and various commanders all think it's a standard "the world is bigger and harsher than I thought and as a teen I want to come back to stability," but instead... it's "Chancellor's a Sith Lord."

Though tbh the shiny might just suggest she go to Quinlan first.

REAJGRIGJAERI Quinlan was not prepared for this at all I'm just imagining him as the airplane gag where every new thing Ahsoka reveals is just "I picked a bad day to stop [addiction]"

tbh I initially pitched the AU for Gay Reasons and that's why I was thinking post-RotS but I am now in love with mostly-competent-fumbling teen Ahsoka and her shiny friend.

[blueindigo17]

hi writeblr!! it's nice to meet you!!

I’ve had this blog for years but never posted anything bc to be honest I was a little afraid of tumblr when I first joined, but recently I decided that since I like talking about my wips so much to my friends/family irl, why not blog about them? I also want to find some writing mutuals, since I like hearing about people’s stories just as much as I like telling them about mine. Feel free to interact, follow, message, etc. I love making friends :D

About me <3

My name is Allie, but I go by Blue or BlueIndigo online. Feel free to use any of those :)

My pronouns are she/her

I’m 19, which also happens to be my favorite number :)

I have five wips, 96 characters (about half of which with a birthday I celebrate like it were my own), and yet very few words actually written (some words plotted though. look at me go!)

I'm kinda in between fandoms at the moment, however I want to start watching Criminal Minds bc I've never seen it and I have a feeling I'm gonna get sucked into the fandom immediately lol

I am a MASSIVE swiftie (favorite album is 1989 TV), and I listen to a lot of 5SOS, Olivia Rodrigo, Conan Gray, and Harry Styles

I love reading !! My favorite author is Taylor Jenkins Reid & favorite books are Malibu Rising, Carrie Soto Is Back, and Daisy Jones & The Six.

I play ukulele, and I've written a handful of songs for one of my wips (more on that later)

I use these emoticons :) :D <3 in practically every sentence

I have a thing where my wip titles have to make good acronyms or I don’t use them. idk why either.

I love talking about my WIPs to the point of annoyance.

Speaking of talking, #blueindigo says things for non-wip related stuff <3

I like to write…

Realistic fiction

Contemporary fiction

Young adult/new adult

Coming of age

Romance

LGBTQ+ characters

Found family

pretty much just people being people :)

More about my wips below !!

My WIPs

Never Have We Ever (NHWE)

Tags: #wip: never have we ever #wip: NHWE

Summary: Liz has the best friends a girl could ask for. Harley, Mikey, and Natasha have been her people since elementary school, and Trevor and Amanda since middle school. Their whole lives, things have been pretty much the same. Same kids in their classes every year. Same streets between the same houses. Same, same, same. At the end of her freshman year of high school, just about when Liz is wondering how much same she could possibly handle, she catches Trevor’s eye as he laughs at someone’s joke, and something deep inside her lights up. Something she doesn’t know what to do with. Something she can't push back down once it comes barreling up to the surface. So much for same. After that, things can’t stop changing. And not just in her own life—her friend group starts pulling apart at the seams. Harley begins withdrawing from everyone with no explanation. Mikey gets in bigger trouble with his dad than ever. Natasha only has a year before she has to move off to college. Amanda accidentally reveals a secret no one was ever meant to know. At least Trevor seems to have gotten off easy. In this collection of short stories, Liz has to wonder if the change of pace she thought she wanted is worth it. Sometimes it’s hard to be brave, and she’s never been the most open to change, but unfortunately, that does not stop it from happening. The only question is: what is she going to do about it?

Genres: short stories, realistic fiction, young adult, coming of age, contemporary Themes: found family, first crushes, dealing with change, growing up, maintaining friendships Characters: Liz Stanton 🩵, Harley Wilson 💚, Mikey Miller 💛, Natasha Knightley 💜, Trevor Marshall ❤️, Amanda Hamilton 🩷

NHWE is my oldest WIP, started on December 16, 2019. It’s been on ice lately, since the plot has gone through so many changes that I haven’t known what to do with it in a while, but one of my goals with posting about it is to warm myself back up to it. I think writing that summary was a good place to start. Wish me luck :D

The Together List (TTL)

Tags: #wip: the together list #wip: TTL

Summary: Audrey is in her first month of college. Within three weeks, she’s moved out of her childhood bedroom and into a room with a window that seems to open on its own and a door that creaks loud enough to wake up the whole floor, she’s stumbled into a friend group that seemed to pull itself together like drawstrings, and she’s gotten a job at an adorable independent milkshake shop with her roommate and one of her new friends. What more could she possibly ask for? The world, it seems. Audrey has a list ten miles long of all the little things she wants college to be. One night, she starts listing them out loud. Her friends—Logan, Lennon, McKinley, Aspen, and Levi—chime in with their own after a moment, and before anyone knows it it’s been three hours and they haven’t stopped. They aren’t even sure whose idea it is, but they start writing it down. Every box on this ridiculously decorated list will be checked off by the end of the year, they swear. Someone makes an Instagram account as a joke, but by the first post it’s become as serious an endeavor as they’ve ever had. They wouldn’t call themselves local celebrities, but they certainly wouldn’t correct you if you did. The thing about fame at this age, even at small amounts, is that it's bound to go to someone's head...

Genres: realistic fiction, young adult fiction, new adult fiction, coming of age, LGBTQ+ fiction Themes: LGBTQ+, friendships, fame, college, becoming an adult, relationships Characters: Audrey Marshall 💙, Logan Levine 🧡, Lennon Adler 💛, McKinley March 💜, Aspen Brady ❤️, Levi Jackson 💚

TTL was created on August 18, 2021. I saw a post on Pinterest of someone's summer bucket list and that sounded like such a fun thing to do with friends that I had to write about it. Two and a half-ish years later, TTL has also gone through many changes, so I'm sort of trying to refresh it now. I'm very excited to see where it takes me!

(Fun fact: the main character, Audrey, is the older sister of Trevor from NHWE!)

The Violet Sisters Club (TVSC)

Tags: #wip: the violet sisters club #wip: TVSC

Summary: The Violet Sisters Club, a world famous all-female pop rock band, is facing a very public lawsuit from a former hotheaded manager over their most recent album. Following the conclusion of their case, lead singer Naomi Tyler, drummer Inez Wilde, guitarist Chrissy Cameron, and bassist Francesca Sheridan escape to the luxurious Overlook Estate, a privately owned rental property on an island off the southern coast of California. Here, they can spend the summer out of the public eye, writing songs they don’t need to worry about releasing and letting the public wonder what they’re up to as they let the tension out of their muscles. With a property twice the size of Alcatraz Island and a beach twice as long, the Overlook offers the band a respite from the go, go, go of touring, the privacy invasion of paparazzi, and the exhaustion of being micromanaged every minute of every day. Four pools, seven hot tubs, the aforementioned private beach, a high tech recording studio (just in case), a few golf carts just to get around the property and a Jeep to get to town. It’s unimaginably expensive, it’s incomprehensibly big, and it’s everything they need. But this escape may not be the relaxing California beach paradise they imagined. Soon, it becomes hard to hide how much the stress of fame was eating away at each of them—emotions run high, patiences run thin, days run long, nights run longer, and the strength of the band is questioned as the girls’ insecurities and anxieties bubble to the surface after a lifetime in the spotlight.

Genres: realistic fiction, contemporary fiction, literary fiction Themes: fame, music, romance, found family, secrets, breakups Characters: Naomi Tyler (lead singer, songwriter) 💜, Inez Wilde (drummer, vocalist, songwriter) 🩷, Chrissy Cameron (guitarist, vocalist, songwriter) 💙, Francesca Sheridan (bassist, vocalist, songwriter) 💚

TVSC was created on February 5, 2023, but the characters have been around almost as long as TTL. Initially, I created the Violet Sisters Club as a fictional band that would exist within The Together List, but at some point I couldn't get the idea of a TVSC-focused novel out of my head. I'm glad I never tried, because some of my favorite ideas I've ever had have gone into TVSC. If I could have one wish, it would be for all of TVSC's songs to be real so I could listen to them without having to write them first.

Now That We Don’t Talk (NTWDT)

Tags: #wip: now that we don’t talk #wip: NTWDT

Summary: There are two important things to know about Hazel Henry and Saiah Bradford.  One: They kinda-sorta hate each other after they broke up last year at prom. (The same prom that ended with the school almost burning down and Hazel's twin brother's best friend going to the hospital. Bad memories all around.) Two: Someone on the planning committee for their senior class trip must be out to get them, because when they arrive at the hotel, they find out they’ve been assigned to the same room. This should have been impossible; Saiah requested to be paired with her best friend, Tory, who's going to have some explaining to do later, and Hazel would bet her life on the fact that she requested a room alone. Now, for the next two weeks, they’re both stuck in the same narrow room with its little square bathroom and practically-nonexistent closet. The air conditioner turns on at random times, they seem to be paired together for every single scheduled activity, and perhaps worst of all—their friends all seem to find this situation absolutely hilarious.  But it’s just two weeks, right? It’ll be over before they know it, and soon they can both go back to pretending their relationship—and each other—never existed. Right? Right? Happy senior year to them. 

Genres: realistic fiction, young adult fiction, contemporary fiction, LGBTQ+ fiction, romance Themes: reconciliation, romance, friendship, forgiveness, guilt, regrets, family, growing up Characters: Hazel Henry 🩷, Nick Henry 💙, Saiah Bradford 💚, Tory Whitehouse 💛

NTWDT was created on October 18, 2023. Hilariously, I came up with the plot after making Hazel and Saiah in the Sims, and I literally couldn't stop thinking about them whenever I wasn't playing. As I do with every character I create, I became obsessed with them, and now here we are. And in case you're wondering, yes, I named it after the Taylor Swift song lol.

Trouble In Paradise (TIP)

Tags: #wip: trouble in paradise #wip: TIP

Summary: Sixteen years ago, Joe Alexander and Ben King drove across the US in the pursuit of Joe's true love. Today, Joe is preparing to move out of his and his ex-wife's house and drive across the country once more, joined by his daughter, Bryce, and his best friend/his daughter's biological father, Ben. It's all familiar—the long stretches of empty fields, collapsing onto a cheap hotel bed for the night, never being able to decide where to stop for food—and yet, Joe has no idea what he's in for.  This is a story of two cross-country road trips, and the lives that one woman is able to ruin in between. Joe Alexander and Ben King have both lost their entire worlds to Lilly Alexander. But the ones they’ve gained after her might be—in some weird, unconventional way—a little better.

Genres: realistic fiction, contemporary fiction, adult fiction, literary fiction Themes: reconciliation, moving on, guilt, parenting, cheating, manipulation, mental illness, sexual abuse Characters: Joe Alexander, Ben King, Bryce Alexander, Lilly Alexander

TIP is technically my newest WIP, since I came up with the full plot just last month (February 13, 2024). I've had the vague idea of it for just over a year, but I didn't quite know what to do with it until recently. It's definitely more mature with its topics than my other wips (as you might be able to tell by the themes), but I really like the concept and I've had a lot of fun plotting it so far, even if it's a little out of my comfort zone.

(Fun fact: the original title way back when the characters didn't even have last names was High Infidelity, after the Taylor Swift song, since I thought it was so thematically appropriate.)

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OKAY I'm pretty sure I have officially run out of things to say. If you made it all the way here, thank you so much for reading! Like I said earlier, feel free to interact any way you like :D

This post is sort of a masterpost for all my wips, but I'm also considering doing posts for each wip separately so I can go into more detail. That'll be later though.

Thanks again for reading, and have a good day/night !!

―BlueIndigo <3

[jeannefostergoriot]

Family Line by Conan Gray X Fitz Vacker

(How didn’t I think of it sooner?)

« My father never talked a lot »: Alden… isn’t really open. Like. I doubt any of his kids, and even Della, ever knew what was happening, what he was doing, even when they were on missions.

« He just took a walk around the block »: keuf. That’s the secret missions. For the Council and for himself. That a kid can’t understand.

« Till all his anger took a hold of him, and he’d hit »: so. As I said for Driver’s Seat analysis, I doubt the cracks and the emotions go out as anger in the Lost Cities. Though it could happen, adding to the guilt that broke his mind. Yeah. Alden probably screamed. Criticized harshly without realizing. That’s the blows.

« My mother never cried a lot »: Della always stayed in the shadows. She says it herself, she isn’t known as standing up.

« She took the punches but she never fought »: that is about how Della never corrected Alden’s favoritism. She just compensated by caring more for Alvar and Biana.

« Till she said “I’m leaving and I’ll take the kids”, so she did »: that’s book 4. That’s Della joining the Black Swan.

« I say “They’re just the ones who gave me life” »: Fitz all throughout Flashback. Standing against his parents. Protesting.

« But I truly am my parents’ child »: but he can never undo the pressure, the legacy. Even his name, Fitz, that means « son of ». He’s what the Vackers made him.

« Scattered cross my family line »: the way the Vacker family is exploded. The ancestors. Alvar by the Neverseen. Alden and Della never truly close to their kids. Biana and Fitz raised in competition.

« I’m so good at telling lies »: he’s good at dissimulation, at tricking the world to appear fine.

« That came from my mother’s side »: dunno if Della lies. Probably yes. And she always gives the impression to be pretty delicate beauty, when she’s clearly a fighter (cf her registry pages in Unlocked)

« Told a million to survive »: not to survive but to keep the appearances up. Everything’s fine. There is no reason to worry.

« God, I have my father’s eyes »: Fitz has always been perceived as perfect heir. Miniature Alden.

« But my sister’s when I cry »: the fact that, with everything collapsing, Fitz and Biana grew closer throughout the series.

« I can run, but I can’t hide, from my family line »: that is the feeling that whatever he does, he will always be a Vacker. Seen as royal perfection.

« It’s hard to put it into words, how the holidays will always hurt »: it’s hard to admit in Glitter City that it’s not really perfect, expressing that is something they’ve never been taught.

« I watch the fathers with their little girls, and wonder what I did to deserve this »: I think I remember Fitz voicing that. Voicing that he doesn’t know why he is there, treated with so much respect and admiration and feeling so out of place.

« How could you hurt a little kid »: how could you turn me into a simple puppet and forget I have an identity ?

« I can’t forget, I can’t forgive you »: that’s to the whole family tree. The old ones that passed down the pressure and perfection-expectations for centuries.

« Cause now I’m scared that everyone I love will leave me ». This line is about how Fitz doesn’t know how to love. How to be stable. How to live.

« All that I did, I tried to undo it »: that he tried. Being perfect representation of the system? He joined the rebellion. Hurting Sophie and mistrusting her? He went through the whole process of Inquisition and accepted Sokeefe. Making Biana feel invisible? He talked with her in Flashback.

« All of my pain and all your excuses, I was a kid but I wasn’t clueless »: how living in both worlds made him stranger to everything, how he felt something was wrong with the missions, how he just wanted to make Alden proud.

« Someone who loves you wouldn’t do this »: to the system. To all the girls flirting with him without knowing. To his parents not understanding his fears.

« All of my past, I tried to erase it »: killing Alvar as erasing the pain. Joining the Black Swan as erasing the pressure. He is a runaway boy too, but it shows less.

« But now I see, would I even change it? »: I think he can learn to think like this. To be satisfied.

« Might share a face and share a last name, but we are not the same »: now. By Stellarlune, he knows. He knows he can have an identity and not be a copy of his father. He can not make the same mistakes.

[bebeyeyo]

momo + reader

CW: mentions of drinking, being drunk, huge amount of angst, kind of a happy ending?

A/N: ‘Maniac’ and ‘Memories’ by conan gray helped me write this

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the multiple knocks at your door makes you jolt awake from your deep slumber.

and which also makes you groan from your poor beauty sleep being interrupted.

wondering who the hell would be here at midnight.

but that familiar voice you heard on the other side of the door.

it made your facial expression soften from the anger it was first in.

this isn’t the first time momo has shown up at your shared house in the middle of the night. well, you don’t even know if you should call it home anymore.

ever since your breakup, momo has been staying with nayeon in their shared dorm room before she moved in with you.

yours and momo’s relationship began to go up and down, not to mention she had a thing for drinking, besides jihyo…

but when she’s drunk, momo tends to say things that absolutely hurt you in profound ways.

you told momo if she was going to walk out of that door, you didn’t want her there to contact you ever again.

but you love her.

you didn’t want her to just stand outside begging for you to open the door.

unfortunately you’ve fell into this cycle with momo now.

letting her in, having her cling onto you like a koala when she’s fallen into your arms, giggling and mumbling nonsense.

then in the morning she’s hacking up her stomach with a nasty hangover.

then she leaves.

or she’ll call you on the phone, drunk, saying she’s wanting you back.

but when she’s sober she suddenly hates you.

part of you wants to leave momo outside and call either jeongyeon or jihyo to drive to your house to come get her.

which leads to conversations when you see the girls for the first time in a while, rumors saying how momo has said how crazy you are, saying she’s made a mistake with dating you, how she drives you crazy.

you could say the same things about her, but you don’t.

you haven’t even returned momo’s sweater that you’ve been wearing for the past two weeks.

but it wouldn’t matter, she’s too drunk to notice.

you tug at the sleeves of momo’s contemplating what to do.

you only sigh and just decide calling up jihyo to come and get her, but suddenly nayeon’s caller ID shows on your phone.

You answer, “hello?”

“hey y/n, i’m on my way to get momo from your place. no one knows where she went but I have a feeling she’s at your place,” the girl explains, “right?”

You stutter, “y-yeah. um, she’s actually at my doorstep right now. i’ll let her in until you show up. bye, nayeon.”

you hang up and quickly make your way to open the door.

“y/n!” momo giggles before landing in your arms, her arms around your neck.

you only sigh leading momo over to the couch where she instantly lays with a goofy smile on her face.

you sit at the end of the couch away from momo as you wait for nayeon to show up.

“i’ve missed you, so much,” momo slurs, “you’re so pretty. just like always.”

you stay quiet.

“…you still wear my sweater,” she giggles as she begins to sit up against the couch cushions, “it’s okay. keep it. looks better on you.”

you look at momo only a few minutes later, now seeing tears running down her face. your eyes go wide.

“i’m sorry, baby. for those things i said. i shouldn’t have. do you forgive me? please? i miss you so much. i love you.” momo sobs out.

your quick instinct didn’t stop you from going over to momo, using your thumbs to wipe her tears on her face.

she instantly leans into your touch, her cheek squished slightly against your palms. the sight nearly makes you cry yourself from the overflowing love in your heart for momo.

it makes you forget all the bad things that’s happened.

but, the abrupt knock on the door makes you jump a little, but you get up instantly.

nayeon drags momo, cursing out a few of her favorite curse words with gritted teeth, as well as giving you multiple apologies, while momo’s crying dies down, but mumbles your name with a quivering lip.

you sigh before putting your head up against the door, tears running down your face.

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momo’s head was pounding after she rushed to the bathroom, along with going to the kitchen to get a cold bottled water.

along with a very angry nayeon.

“what’s up with y-”

“how long will you keep doing this, momo?” nayeon asks with her hands on her hips.

“huh? doing what?”

“you know what I mean!” the eldest nearly cut her off.

nayeon went on an entire rant about her erratic behavior. getting drunk nearly everyday, dangerously walking to your house, also with how she’s been treating you.

the guilt began to set into her stomach once momo was snapped back into reality.

her immaturity and pettiness is only making things worse.

how could she be so stupid?

she’s definitely going to have to sort all of this out, but not before a huge talk from jihyo. even jeongyeon.

despite how hungover she is, momo went over to your house again. even though she knows she shouldn’t be.

using the spare key you gave her, she let herself inside quietly.

peeking into the living room, you weren’t there, you must be in your bedroom.

but she couldn’t help but notice the few beer bottles on the living room table, some trash on the floor, as well as old things of momo’s as well.

she sighs before going into your kitchen, grabbing a trash bag.

from top to bottom she had begun cleaning your living room, and even your kitchen with a few dishes left out, as well as cooking up some breakfast for you.

but hearing footsteps coming downstairs, she knew she must’ve woken you up.

but also the smell of the bacon.

you came visible to momo now, which made her freeze after turning the stove off from cooking.

you both make eye contact, not knowing what to say.

“what’re you doing here?” you softly ask.

momo opened her mouth, but nothing came out. she was too distracted by you. besides the pounding in her head..

she’s realized how much she’s truly missed you. and how much she needs to apologize.

if you’ll even take the apologies, that is.

“momo?”

“i’m sorry. i’m so sorry, everything I’ve said and done I shouldn’t have. you didn’t deserve it,” momo says with her eyes stinging with her tears.

“i’ve been immature, petty, and awful to you. i guess i didn’t want to face how wrong I was and how I was grieving in this breakup, but it was wrong of me to treat you badly, everyone horribly. god, I’m so sorry, y/n. i’m sorry.”

you stood there in shock with momo.

she’s actually apologizing, and she’s sober for once.

you didn’t know what to say.

part of you knows that you should one hundred percent kick momo out, telling her to leave you alone and never speak to you again.

but another part just wants to hug her so tightly.

you’ve missed her.

and the smell on her sweater you’re wearing has now faded.

now matter how wrong she was, could you both patch things up, maybe?

it’s evident that you both miss and love each other.

“i know it’s wrong of me to ask of this, but if you let me come back, i promise to you, i’ll change. i’ll do better, i’ll even stop drinking. just please, i love you, i need you. but i understand if you don’t feel the same anymore.” momo pleads.

you didn’t really care what your mind was saying anymore, you were only listening to your heart.

you didn’t hesitate to let your feet carry you over to momo, where you wrap your arms around her.

momo was in shock, but didn’t stop herself from hugging you back.

“i’ve missed you too, momo. if you screw something up again-”

“i won’t!” she cuts you off, “i won’t. i will do better. i don’t want to lose you again.”

you chuckle, “good, and i love you, too.”

[fritextramole]

my girl, my girl, my girl. you will be my girl

part 2 of a Dan Humphrey playlist - best heard in order

tracklist and quotes under the cut

Hello? ~ Clairo, Rejjie Snow

Are you into me, like I'm into you? Do you wanna do the things I wanna do with you? You're so close, and yet so far I wonder how you look when you're in the dark

Kool Girl ~ Seasalt

I can’t believe that she’s texting on her phone in my passenger seat She’s got one foot on the dash And her head out the window

Would You Be So Kind? ~ dodie

Let's write a story Be in my book You've got to join me on my page At least take a look

Somethin' Stupid ~ Frank Sinatra, Nancy Sinatra

Then afterwards we drop into a quiet little place And have a drink or two And then I go and spoil it all By saying something stupid Like I love you

Susie Save Your Love ~ Allie X, Mitski

Save your love For someone like me You don't have to be a part-time Susie

Wish You Were Sober ~ Conan Gray

Don't take a hit, don't kiss my lips And please don't drink more beer I'ma crawl outta the window now 'Cause I don't like anyone around Kinda hope you're followin' me out

Stranger ~ MOTHXR

It’s getting louder, I leave when I can Danger here is so quiet Water here is the fire

Upright (Everything's Alright) ~ Stevie Wonder

The right side of the tracks, she was born and raised In a great big old house, full of butlers and maids She says no one is better than I, I know I'm just an average guy No football hero or smooth Don Juan Got empty pockets, you see I'm a poor man's son

Melting ~ Kali Uchis

My blood starts to rush when I see your doorman I know you're nearby and I know your purpose Take one look at you, you're heaven's incarnate What is this spell, baby? Please show some mercy

we fell in love in october ~ girl in red

Smoking cigarettes on the roof You look so pretty and I love this view Don't bother looking down We're not going that way At least I know, I am here to say

Lips Like Sugar ~ Echo & the Bunnymen

Just when you think you've caught her She glides across the water She calls for you tonight To share this moonlight You'll flow down her river

Meteor Shower ~ Cavetown

Meteor shower, quick take cover But the hues in our hair compliment one another I'd sell my own bones for sapphire stones 'Cause blue's your favorite color

June ~ Briston Maroney

So dress up in your finer things And the smile can't hide anything And pin the flower to my chest And count the days that I've got left

Love Will Tear Us Apart ~ Joy Division

Why is the bedroom so cold? You've turned away on your side Is my timing that flawed? Our respect runs so dry Yet there's still this appeal that we've kept through our lives

Moon Song ~ Phoebe Bridgers

But now I am dreaming, and you're singing at my birthday I've never seen you smiling so big It's nautical themed, and there's something I'm supposed to say But can't for the life of me remember what it is

Just like Heaven ~ The Cure

You're just like a dream Daylight licked me into shape I must've been asleep for days And moving lips to breathe her name I opened up my eyes And found myself alone, alone

Killing Me To Love You ~ Vancouver Sleep Clinic

I'm fighting for you I'm hiding for you But it's killing me to love you

Oats In The Water ~ Ben Howard

There's coke in the Midas touch A joke in the way that we rust

Water Fountain ~ Alec Benjamin

Now he's grabbing her hips, and pulling her in Kissing her lips, and whispering in her ear And she knows that she shouldn't listen And that she should be with me by the water fountain

Shampoo Bottles ~ Peach Pit

It is seemingly worsened everyday All this shit of yours around my house If I could've had it any other way Then by now I would've chucked it out

[gerec]

Hi! Since you do fic recs: Do you happen to have a good list of sword & sorcery or fantasy style Cherik aus? I prefer less dark and hopeless but I’m open to anything! Thank you! I love that you do these.

Thanks for your patience Anon! The fandom has some amazing fantasy fics; I've listed some of my favorites below!!!

Blue Raven and the City of Gold and prequel Swords and Sorcery by Anon on the Kink Meme A Conan the Barbarian AU

terrible with the brightness of gold by brawlingdiscontent

The war is lost.

With the futures of his people and his children at stake, former Crown consort Charles of Normandy awaits the arrival of England's new master, the fearsome Viking warrior, Erik Lehnsherr. (Inspired by 11th century historical events)

The Dragon King's Incubus by Pangea

Hank of House McCoy is the reluctant but determined squire of Ser Sebastian of House Shaw, a noble house that has fallen from grace in recent generations. It’s common knowledge Ser Sebastian is willing to do anything to restore the lost prestige of his surname.

Anything, like crossing miles and miles of wasteland to an abandoned castle, where rumor has it a fair prince is held captive by a beastly dragon.

Letters for His Majesty by motleystitches (furius)

When Charles the Gentle, King of Westchester, was nineteen years old, he killed a man named Shaw and rescued a boy he gave to the MacTaggerts’ to raise. Twenty years later, he has almost forgotten the incident. With a wife he loves as a sister, no heir, and a war going badly, Charles falls quickly and inappropriately in love with the knight Erik Lehnsherr.

All the King's Man by Pookaseraph

In an effort to get out from under the thumb of his step-father, Charles chooses to become a courtesan for several minor nobles in King Erik's court. It is not long before he attracts the eye of the young king, and the Cardinal who holds the young king's ear. Charles spends months working to secure his place as King Erik's favorite and to regain his father's title of Merchant Prince. Charles hopes to disprove the old adage that once you enter the king's bed, you have nowhere to go but down.

Winter Comes With a Knife by RedStockings

It apparently came to no one’s surprise that the war-mage Erik Lehnsherr took up residence in the Dark Keep. I knew he was going to choose my sister, Raven, to be his apprentice so why wouldn’t he let me go? What did he want from me?

My name is Charles Xavier, I can read minds and use magic. I’ve met Kings and Queens, mages and magic users. I’ve travelled through lay-lines and jumped through the Dark Void… but none of that really matters.

I am leading an army into war, I am scared and I never wanted this. I’ve come to realise that what I want, rode into my life when I was still a child. Now he’s out there, ready to charge into battle. Ready to die for me.

The Seventh Tree by Clocks, RaelynnMarie

Erik has served Shaw, ruler of the desert kingdom Genosha, for years as one of his Elite Knights. His life of unquestioning obedience changes when he meets a man in the strangest of circumstances who is not at all what he seems.

The Waste Land by nekosmuse

The White Queen and her Shadow King sit on their throne, safe behind the psionic shields of the Walled City. The armies of Genosha batter uselessly at the gates, a war locked in stalemate. Magneto, camped in the frozen mud, receives word the Citadel intends to send a telepath to the front lines. The same telepath he met two years ago, who sat across a carved wooden chess set and offered Magneto the first friendly smile in a lifetime. The same telepath who still haunts his dreams.

i've been waiting all night for you by jasminetea

As a young boy, Charles once enjoyed his visits to the Dragon King Erik's hearth. Now a young man, he isn't sure what he feels when he enters the hearth once again, this time as the Dragon King's bride.

Show Us the Sky by Pangea 

Erik has been away on duty for five months, protecting the realm as a dragon rider. Now he's finally on leave and he has a special present for Charles, who waits for him back in their home village.

Pale Night (Caught Remix) by ikeracity

Charles is an omega prince promised to a faraway king. Erik is an alpha, and a lowborn squire.

This could only ever end in disaster.

In Your Honor by Black_Betty (first of a series)

All his life Erik had fought to overcome the loss of his mother, and his meager beginnings. He had fought for food, for survival, for blood and vengeance, for honor and respect. He had fought for the heart of one boy, and he had given away his own in return. He knew how to fight.

He was entered in the Tournament.

And he was going to win.

A Flight of Dragons by keire_ke

Moira skidded on the ice, slid down the slanted slope on her arse and came up panting, surrounded by a circle of glowing eyes and gleaming teeth.

Dragons.

Love Like Winter by garnettrees (WIP)

"Once, when all the world was green and young, there lived two very different little boys..."

Now these boys have grown, thrust onto a political battlefield filled with long-held grudges and secret motives. Charles has spent the majority of his adult life studying and teaching the finer points of spell casting.

Erik... Erik fights for what is his.

Ritual Self-Torture by TurtleTotem

For the following prompt: Shaw is King, Charles is his royal consort and Erik is a Knight/Lord. Shaw is sterile but his kingdom can't find out, so he asks Erik to impregnate Charles.

He doesn't know Erik and Charles are in love.

King and Lionheart by ikeracity (WIP)

Erik, captain of the king's elite fighting force, returns home from a campaign in the north to find that the king has taken a new concubine, Charles Xavier, son of one of the princes of the realm. As a reward for his victories in the north, King Shaw gifts Charles to Erik for the night. Little does he know that this night will form a bond between Charles and Erik strong enough to shatter Shaw's throne—if they survive long enough to bring their plans to fruition.

The Genoshan Prince by flightinflame (series)

Westchester has fallen to Genosha, and the Genoshan ruler, Erik Lehnsherr, demands that the mutants from the kingdom are handed over to him. Neither he nor Charles ever expect to fall for each other. When they do, it changes both their lives, and the fates of their people.

home as a borderless metaphor by specficslut (homosociality) (series)

Erik has been traded to a foreign king for a chest of gold and a hundred bushels of grain. In Westchester, he must learn to start a new life... and navigate the roles that have been thrust upon him, whether concubine or courtesan, consort or slave.

grasps the empty sky by Ireliss

Charles Xavier is sent to slay a dragon. He ends up rescuing a wounded man instead — he knows Erik Lehnsherr from somewhere, he's sure of it, but between Charles' wavering control over his powers and the secrets Erik clutches tightly against his chest, this mission is quickly spiraling into a fine mess...

haunted by the ghost of you (remix of i had all and then most, some and now none of you) by faerie_ground

Every generation, the eldest heirs of the Lehnsherr and Xavier families fight in battle after the death of the current king, the victor becoming the new king. It is tradition, but tradition never accounts for love.

the white knight is the king’s shadow by ninemoons42

Warrior-Prince Erik has suffered a string of defeats and is well on his way to heading home in disgrace. As he drags the shattered remnants of his battle group onwards, his path crosses that of a powerful, untrained outcast of a magic-user - and Erik quickly learns that there are no accidents in life.

Especially not in his life.

Beyond Measure by jasminetea

The tale of a King and his loyal Knight, told in threes as all such tales are.

Coup by Anon on the Kink Meme

Alpha King Charles takes Omega General Erik prisoner .

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And some fics by Yours Truly for your consideration!

What Night Brings the Dawn by Gerec

High Lord Xavier's duty is clear - he must execute the greatest enemy of his Order, to ensure lasting peace for the troubled kingdom of Genosha. But the Divine of Eternal Night is both adversary and bondmate, and the ties that bind are not so easily broken...

Tribute to the Horde by Gerec

Kurt Marko offers omega!Charles as tribute to the Genoshan Chieftain Erik Lehnsherr, to stave off the great mutant horde that has amassed outside the capital of Westchester. The Genoshans are a fierce, nomadic people with very different traditions, including a public bonding ceremony where Charles must mate not only with the Chieftain, but also with his most trusted generals...

Gods or Mortals by Gerec (WIP) Excerpt from 'The Life and Times of King Charles the Third', volume XI of the 'Histories of Westchester':

They say that his birth was foretold by the Great Seer of this Age, an omega child born unto the House of Xavier and most beloved of the gods. Powerful amongst the Gifted Ones the child will grow to rule a kingdom mighty and vast, a legacy of dominion over land and sea. That he will be beautiful beyond mortal countenance and desired by all who see his face. Empires will fall by his command and kings by his design; the world torn asunder by war and then made new from its ashes.

These are the words that herald the arrival of Charles Francis Xavier, 124th of the line of Xavier and heir to the throne of Westchester.

This is his story.

[the-teddy-bear-butch]

hi! I was wondering if you have any ronance song recs?

YES omg, I love to talk about music (bet you couldn’t tell—)

I’ll link my favorite Ronance playlist I’ve made, and toss a few explanations for some favorites. Also!! If you’re into musical analysis, I’ve written some Long Ones under #lo’s music thoughts

The playlist in question

Maple Syrup by the Backseat Lovers - this one to me is a Nancy song. It makes me think about Nancy mourning Barb, especially if you are a past Barb/Nancy truther. I think it shows her guilt and grief very well

I’ve got a couple Conan songs, but: People Watching gives me Robin vibes, watching everyone around her find romance while she knows that as a lesbian in rural Indiana in the 80’s, the closest she’ll get is “people watching.” See also Family Line being Nancy and her family, realizing how toxic her parents’ relationship is, and how terrible her father is. (It can also be a Max song!)

For the comphet/GNC Nancy truthers, find a better song than Late Bloomer by Semler. I’ll wait.

Ceilings by Lizzy McAlpine breaks my heart. It just has such soft falling in love vibes, from both perspectives!!

She’s My Religion by Pale Waves but it’s Robin falling for the force of nature that is Nancy Wheeler, and seeing her break apart too, finally helping Nancy learn to lean on others. (“She needs this love just as much as me”)

More comphet Nancy vibes for you in Crying During Sex by Carol Ades (recommended by @strvngerrose !!), and Kissaphobic by Makeout Monday

Some more just for fun:

Teenage Dirtbag Robin, come on, it’s just fun!!

The Chain by Fleetwood Mac is a werewolf Robin/monster hunter Nancy song, both of them working to end the chain of violence as well as generational trauma stuff!!

Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene by Hozier as monster hunter Nancy about werewolf Robin and vice versa, it works both ways

Steady, As She Goes by the Raconteurs gives me Nancy vibes, like she’s just stubborn and keeps going even when she’s tired, maybe Nancy from Robin’s perspective

Growing Sideways by Noah Kahan just gives such strong Nancy vibes. I want to analyze this one in more detail in the near future

I’ve based fics on:

If It Wasn’t For the Nights by ABBA as the group trying to live normal lives during/after the Upside-Down but struggling with nightmares, as well as a few becoming literal creatures of the night 👀

Smalltown Boy by Bronski Beat, an opening queer band of the 80’s that I firmly believe Robin would enjoy, relating to the lyrics of wanting to run away and not being understood, I used this as her Vecna song!!

(The alternative to the above was At Seventeen by Janis Ian, which gives me Robin feeling like an unlovable outcast vibes, and it’s by a woman who later came out as lesbian, so Robin identifying with this woman without even fully knowing why)

And Trigger of Love by JAWNY as monster hunter Nancy being werewolf Robin’s undoing in more ways than one

So many of these are so angsty, have some fluff from the following:

All My Love by Noah Kahan

Everywhere, Everything by Noah Kahan

honey by Coastal Club

Slow Dances by Winnetka Bowling League

Talk Too Much by COIN ofc for our chronic rambler Robin Buckley

And I’ll shut up now ajskdkkskskskdk

[itsrorysstuff]

hi!! my bday’s tomorrow and i just came up with this idea of birthday smut with julien??? it’d be the best birthday gift 🙏🙏🙏

hi honey!! I got this out as fast as I could, happy birthday!!!! I hope you have the bestest day and that you like your fic.

RPF AND SMUT IF YOU DONT LIKE IT LEAVE

Your special day

“Good morning birthday girl” I woke up to my girlfriend whispering in my ear. I smiled and turned to face her “good morning” i whispered “I made you breakfast, come to the kitchen?” I nodded and we made our way to the kitchen where breakfast was set up. Maple syrup, coffee, pancakes, hash browns, eggs and a little sticky note that says I will always love you. It was a nod to one of my favorite Harry styles songs “Keep Driving” “aw babe, that’s so nice. Thank you” I leaned over and gave her a small kiss on the lips. We sat down and started to eat, making small talk now and then “so what’d you wanna do today?” She asked “I’m not really sure, i mean I didn’t really plan anything. I kind of wanted to go shopping, maybe I’ll ask Conan to meet us for lunch if that’s okay.” I responded “anything you want is okay with me. Shopping sounds nice.” I smiled and got up to get ready. I did my skincare and my makeup, even curled my hair just for fun before heading to my closet. I chose flare jeans and I chunky sweater with some docs, being that it’s cold out. “Hey babe. I’m ready to go.” I said and she looked up from her phone “wow baby. you look so beautiful.” She said and I blushed and smiled “you driving?” I asked “yeah sure” I locked the door behind us as we made our way to the car, Julien opened the door for me and then closes it after I get in before doing to her side. She starts the car heading to the mall, settling her hand on my thigh comfortably. The rest of the drive we sat in a comfortable silence as I texted my best friend Conan

“Hey! Would you wanna come meet me and jb for lunch?”

“Sure birthday girl! Where and when?”

“Do you wanna do Amelia’s at 2:15?”

“Sounds great. See you soon! Have fun today.”

I received the last text just as Julien pulled up to the mall, I put my phone in my boygenius tote bag and applied a little more lipgloss before Julien opened the door for me. “Thanks j” i took her hand and got out of the car walking towards the mall. We head towards urban outfitters first and walk around a while, a few things catch my eye which I try on for her. The first thing is a lacy see through baby blue dress with a tight black mini dress under it. “What do you think baby?” I come out of the dressing room and ask “you look amazing” she gets up and grabs my hand “give me a little spin” she twirled me and I laughed a little “my gorgeous girl” she gave me a kiss on my cheek “you should definitely get it” she says “maybe I will” I said going back into the dressing room. I tried on a black corset top with little cherries on it, keeping my flare jeans on. “I think I really like this one on me” I said, stepping out again. “I like that too, fits you perfectly” she said and smiles. I turn and go back into the changing rooms, putting my sweater back on. I step back out “ready? I think I’m gonna get them” I said “ready” she stood up and took my hand, walking me to the cash register, pulling out her wallet “oh j, please let me pay” “it’s your birthday though baby, let me spoil you” “you’d be spoiling me even more if you let me pay and you carried the bags” I say and she sighed “fiiiine”. I paid and Julien carried the bag, as promised and we made our way to pacsun. We looked around in there for a while, I found a white off the shoulder sweater, I got that and the same one in dark green. Julien took the bag again, even taking my tote bag off my arm and putting on her forearm with the other bags. Her other arm hanging with her hand intertwined with mine. We went to go get coffee, I got a simple iced coffee with oatmilk. That I let Julien pay for, she seemed very relieved, I laughed at that. We went to a few more stores after that, Ulta, Lush, Barnes and Nobles, and a comic store that also had records. I got some bath bombes for mine and Juliens baths we take to relax together, I couple summer Fridays lip balms, and a Sylvia Plath poetry book. Along with 1989 (Taylor’s version) and fruitcake by Sabrina carpenter on vinyl. Julien doesn’t drop my hand once as we walk back to the car, her opening and closing the door for me and then getting in the drivers side. “It was really nice spending that time with you, j” I said quietly “yeah it was, baby. As much as I wanted to be the one spoiling you it’s really nice to watch you spoil yourself. You really do deserve it.” She said and I blushed again, leaning over the center console to kiss her lips before settling back in my seat. I put on my seatbelt and she started driving to Amelia’s, my favorite cafe. Once we got there I hopped out of the car and she pouted at me “I wanted to get the door for you honey” she said and I laughed a little “I’m sorry babe” than I took my phone out to text Conan

“Heyyy, r u here?”

“Yeah! Come inside.”

We went inside and saw Conan sitting at a booth, he got up to give me a hug “hey! Happy birthday!” He then slipped me into a sash that said “birthday bitch” in cursive letters. I giggled “thanks” he turned to Julien “go to see you jb” they hugged and sat down. Conan got a little scrapbook out of his bag and handed it to me “happy birthday, best friend” I looked through it, on each page there was a reason why he loved me and a little picture of us or a picture he took of me. Some from when we were in middle or high school. Some from our elementary days and others from recently. “Oh Conan this is so special, thank you so much.” I teared up a little and squeezed his hand as the waitress came over and took our orders. We had a pleasant lunch with Conan, Hugging goodbye before getting back in the car to head home. Once we got home I was tired “hey baby? Wanna take a bath with me?” I asked “sure hon, let me go run it” she went to go run the bath and I sat on the bed, turning on one tree hill and relaxing a little. Julien came back and joined me for a few minutes until the bath filled and we got in. She ran her hands up and down my waist “have fun today honey?” She whispered “yeah I did” I smiled, turning my head to kiss her neck a little. “Mmmm I’m so glad” she tilted her head down to put a passionate kiss on my lips. I turned around, getting on top of her than kissing her again. It didn’t last very long, Julien picked me up carrying my out of the bath tub. She quickly grabbed a towel, throwing it on the bed before placing me gently on top of it. She got on top of me kissing me all down my body, taking my thighs over her shoulders and pulling me forward, kissing my clit. I moaned out her name, her licking a fat stripe from my hole to my clit before sucking it in her mouth. She sucked for a while, I was a hazy moaning mess when she pulled away “fuck baby. You taste so damn good. My good girl” before plunging her tongue inside me. She takes her thumb and circles my clit, making eye contact with me. My hand finds her hair, forcing her face into me harder, her nose nudging my sensitive bud. “Ah! Julien…j…please-oh shit…please don’t stop.” She starts to move her tongue in and out of me faster, coaxing me to my orgasm. “Ah! Uh! Oh Julien!” I cried as I came on her face, she pulled away eventually coming up to kiss my cheek and lay beside me. “Happy birthday baby.”

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Chapter Ten- real sweet

wish you were sober - conan gray

POV: Kyle Broflovski

[2 days after the last chapter]

“Close the window behind you,” I speak in a hushed tone. Stan nodded, pulling himself into my room. He shut the window with a soft “chk.”

It was 10:25 at night and I was contemplating my choices. I slid on my jacket cautiously, trying to keep the noise to a minimum: I did so slowly, one arm at a time, before leaning over to tie my shoe. Stan knelt in front of me, taking my foot and placing it on his knee then typing that shoe. I assume he's trying to hurry me up. I tighten the knot and lean over, our faces inches apart.

“Remind me again why we're going?” I muttered.

Stan’s face, still rosy from the cold, scrunches up. He lets out a soft chuckle. I feel his breath on my ear. “Well, you’re going because you wanted some booze, and I'm going so my dad doesn't know I took some of his stash.” I thought for a second before making a face that emulated “Touché.”

He tightens the laces on my shoe, then gives my foot a couple of taps signaling to me that he’s ready to head out. He leant over toward me. He whispers, “You ready?” I nod, moving my leg so he could stand up.

Quietly and quickly, he opens my window and crawls out. I look down at him as he swiftly descends down the ladder. As I stepped onto the ladder, Stan stood at the bottom holding it steady. I quietly slid my bedroom window closed after a few wobbly movements. Slow and steady, I make my way down the ladder and plant my feet in the soft, small layer of snow.

Stan looks over at me, his breath forming in the cool air, “I'll leave this here for when we get back.” He gestured towards the ladder, I nodded.

Our feet crunch in the snow as we make our way to Stan’s, still running, truck. The heat hits my face as I slide in the passenger seat.

We close the car doors with a thud.

I reach behind me for the seat belt and the truck’s already darting across the street. Quickly, I click my seatbelt into place and turn to give Stan a look. “Stan, the speed limit for a neighborhood is 20. Slow down!”

“Ah, whatever dude. No one will see, it’s dark out and it’s late.” He said, despite slowing down for a stop sign.

“It's about safety. And, speaking of safety,” I awkwardly scramble across Stan before he could dart off again. He puts his hands up in confusion. I stretch over him and fasten his seatbelt. “Use your seatbelt.”

He glances at me and mumbles an “Oh” before looking back at the road to make a turn.

“I wish you’d be more careful.” I could tell by the turn of his head that it was his turn to chew my ear off.

“Kyle, we’re literally sneaking out on a Friday night to drink and smoke at a deliberately irresponsible asshole’s house.” With a shake of his head, he gives me a face.

I return that face, cross my arms, and slouch down a little. “Okay, that’s true.”

I watch the road pass by for a little bit before turning on the radio. Stan’s truck used to be his father’s, so it still had knobs and buttons for the radio. I click and twist the knobs. A staticy tune comes clear. I turn up the volume.

“I’m color coding my moods.

You’re yellow, I’m natural blue.”

“Oh hell yeah, I love this song!” Stan declared this to me as though he was declaring it to the whole world. He cranks up the volume to the point where I can feel the bass shaking my seat. I chuckle. “Have you heard it before?!” I shake my head, grinning now. “Dude, it’s awesome! You’ll like it, just listen!”

“Hey, tell me what you want me to say,

you know I’m stupid for you.”

I start nodding along. “It’s pretty good!”

“Hey can you come-come out and play?

You know I’m stupid for you.”

Stan starts intensely jamming his head to the beat, smiling wide. I begin to laugh.

“Focus on the road!” My laughter makes this statement less dire than intended. Stan begins to sing along.

“I’ll be your new favorite tune,

I’ll be your black cloud in June.”

And he sang along off-pitch and loud. I smile so wide my cheeks start to sing and laugh so loud I start to lose my breath.

“Just double dare me

And I promise now that I'll stay

It's not like you're married, but I still got carried away”

I feel myself drifting off into my thoughts, my smile faded into a distant smile. With a jolt, my thoughts were interrupted by Stan putting the car into park and turning off the engine.

“Alright, we’re here,” Stan says, unenthusiastically pumping his fists. I smile, my eyebrow raised, and hop out the car.

“Wheee!” The noise was the first thing we heard.

I turned my head to see Cartman descending down the tall yellow slide that sat beside his house giant hotdog.

“Aw dude, that was so awesome! You guys, I fixed the slide and the waterfall and some of the other things. Hahaha!” Cartman’s voice wallowed through the cool night air.

I watch him try to make his way towards me and Stan. “Fixed? The slide was boarded up, fat-ass, all you did was rip off the boards. And you just used a hose to…” Cartman stumbles. “Aw man, are you already drunk?”

“My house, my rules, dickwad.” Cartman lets out a burp.

Stan pushes past him. “I thought you hated living alone in Dikinbaus.”

Cartman crosses his arms at Stan’s statement. “Hey, I never said that. I said it was super cewl that my stupid mom kicked me out so I could have my own house.”

“Yeah, whatever,” This time I pushed past him, following Stan into the house. He stood for a second then followed us into his poor excuse of a home.

Stan sits down on the couch and opens his baggie of pre-rolled joints.

Cartman opens his mini-fridge and produces his first bottle. “There’s cans on the table and bottles in the fridge, a few kegs in the back too but the good shit is mine though, so back off.”

“Kegs?.. Thanks, the cans are great.” I take the six pack of large beers and set it infront of my seat on the couch. “How’d you get these?” I take three cans, shove two in my coat pockets and open the third.

“I have my ways,” Cartman opens the bottle of some sort of alcohol. (I don’t care enough to pay attention to whatever fruity brand he’s drinking.)

By the time he finishes his third bottle, Stan and I have to move aside as he claims the couch. We sit on the floor in front of the television. Cartman scrolls on his phone, occasionally showing us a funny video while we sit and talk.

A knock on the door brings my attention towards how illegal this is. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.” I scramble to clean up the various cans of beer as Stan blinks slowly.

Cartman, getting off the couch, waves a hand at us. “Relax, it’s just Heidi.”

Instantaneously, my chest tightens, bringing my panic to anger. “You invited someone else?”

“Dude, not cool.” Stan zips the baggie holding the joints and shoves it in his pocket.

Cartman opens the door, “Whateva, it’s just a couple more people.” Heidi walks through the door. Then Jenny. Then Lola. Then Jason.

“What the hell!” Stan exclaims. The group gives him a look before going on with their own businesses.

Cartman, placing his arm around his girlfriend’s shoulder, guides the two of them to the side, letting people pass. “I don’t see the problem, guys, this’ll be fun.”

Heidi adds in “Yeah, it’s a party! Did you think a party consists of three people?”

I furrow my brows and my face heats up. “No, actually, we weren’t told that this was a party.” I glare at Cartman.

Heidi gives me an apologetic smile. “Calm down, Kyle! I didn’t mean to upset you. Just… Go somewhere without people I guess.” She can shove that right up her ass.

I scoff at her before gripping a hold of Stan’s arm. “Let's go, dude.” I was hoping to storm off, but it seemed more like I tripped my way off. I could hear Cartman snickering on our way out, so I tossed my empty beer can in his direction.

My foot catches on the doorway, but before any damage is done, Stan catches me. His hands are on my shoulders as he guides me upright.

“It’s okay.” His face is lit up by the headlights of a few cars pulling into the parking lot, my eyes burn from the brightness. “Uh, we can just go around back.”

A car’s driver side door opens and Tolkein walks out. He calls out to me: “Kyle! Nice to see you, man. You here for the party?”

“Not intentionally, no,” I give an unamused smile.

He laughs, “You’re a funny guy, Kyle.”

I notice Tolkien opening the passenger side car door for Nicole. “Thanks but I wasn’t kidding.”

Stan wraps an arm around my shoulder, steering me back on our way. One of the other car’s doors open and out comes Bebe and Wendy. I don’t think Stan noticed because he kept walking.

We walked around the ramp, keeping on the path leading past the mermaid fountain, past the waterfall, and past some trees. We stopped at a bench between said trees, obviously planted only for decorative purposes.

We sit down and get our shit out again. I crack open another beer, Stan lights another joint. We sit in our silence for a little until the boom of bass being boosted erupts from behind us.

Stan tsks at this. “One normal day around Cartman. Is one normal day too much to ask?!”

I shrug, “He loves attention. Since his mom can’t give it to him, he finds it everywhere else. It’s sickening. I guarantee he’ll run back to his mommy in the next few days. Besides, he needs money for food.

Stan laughs, one of his arms stretching to rest on the back of the bench behind me. “Tell me about it, he eats like it's his last meal everyday,” Stan takes a puff then brings out his Cartman impression, “Hey! Screw yew guys! I’m not fat, I’m just big-boned!”

I snort out a laugh. “Dude, that was perfect!” I take a few swigs of the can before setting the now empty can on the ground. “I kinda hoped he wouldn’t be an asshole forever, yaknow? I wish he grew up like the rest of us.”

Stan looks at me, then blinks slowly, “Kyle, we're 15.”

I playfully shove his shoulder, “Pft, I know! But we’re almost 16. It just seems… like he never changed. Like he stayed the same as when we were kids. It’s frustrating.”

I turn to look at Stan just to see him looking at me, “I know what you mean: it’s hard to be his friend.” I nod, biting the inside of my cheek.

Our attention diverts as we hear a group of people chanting “Chug, chug, chug!” I may add that it's a much larger group than we were last aware of.

We stand up and walk around the waterfall-wall to see a group of people surrounding Kenny chugging beer from a keg. He pumps his fist in the air as the last bit of alcohol spills down his stained white t-shirt. Just as quickly as they came, the group of people dispersed.

“Haha, you know who’s not hard to be friends with?” I turn my head to Stan, giving him a smile. “Kenny.”

Stan laughs in agreement with me, “Kenny is cool as shit, maybe not to anyone else, but he’s cool to us.” He lifts an arm up to wave at him. Kenny sees him and scrambles off the ground.

“Guys! I fucking looked all over the place for you! Cartman just told me you two were fucking in the back, but I saw the beer keg and had to. You know how it is.” He laughs, his chest heaving.

My face goes red. “That son of a bitch.”

Kenny chokes his laughter down, “Nah, nah man. I knew he was just bullshitting, don’t worry.”

“Right, yeah.” I cross my arms.

“That reminds me! Stan: Wendy is here~ She came with Bebe.”

Stan stiffens up. “Shit, really? I… I didn’t think she’d come to a party. Especially not at Cartman’s.”

“Yeah, Bebe said she didn’t tell her where it was. She practically had to fucking drag her out. Anyways: we’re three guys. There are tons of chicks here. You get my gist?” He brings his hands out gesturing between us and them.

Stan puts his hands up. “Respect the hustle, man, but I just wanted to chill.”

I snort, “Never say ‘respect the hustle’ EVER again.”

Stan laughs, “What's wrong with that?!”

“It’s fucking weird, that’s what.” Kenny laughs too. He walks in between us, turning us to go around back again. We just go with it.

“So, what are we doing back here?” Kenny sits in the middle of the bench.

“Smoking.” “Drinking.” Stan and I say respectively.

Kenny taps either side of the bench, we sit down with him.

A moment of silence passes.

“You guys really are fucked right now. Do I have to ask you to share?”

I hand him a can, Stan hands him a joint and lighter.

I think for a second. “This isn’t really healthy, dude.” I look at Kenny with concern.

He talks through the joint between his teeth. “Oh really? What’s it going to do? Kill me?” He flicks the lighter, setting the end aflame.

Stan and I look at eachother, “Probably yeah.”

Kenny takes the joint from his lips and laughs. “Whatever. Were you two just sitting here silently or…?”

Stan thinks for a second, “Kind of. I mean, we talked about how hard it is to be Cartman's friend but I’m sure you already knew that.”

Kenny pauses for a moment, taking in a breath. “Yeah. Yeah I know.” The smoke left his lips in a cloudy fog.

I cut in, “We can have a shit-talking session about Cartman anytime-“

Stan cut in briefly, “We do have shit-talking sessions about Cartman all the time.”

“But,” I began to finish, “I’m not in the mood for it right now.”

Stan snorts, Kenny shakes his head.

“Well who do you want to shit-talk?” Kenny asks, leaning over to pick up the can of beer he sat down.

I think for a second. “Probably Butters.”

Kenny coughs, sloshing the can of beer.

Stan adds, “Aw dude, sick, I forgot about him.”

“Oh my god, oh my god, I was going to tell you something but I forgot.” I place a palm on my forehead trying to remember something important.

Kenny frantically grabs hold of my shoulders, “Dude, WHAT are you talking about?!”

Stan smacks Kenny’s shoulder, grabbing ahold of his attention, “I remember! We found… We found this really creepy fucking book at Butter’s house in his room.”

Kenny whips his head around to look at Stan, this time less frantic and more confused. “What? What does that mean?”

I butt in, shoving my hands in my coat pockets searching for my phone, “It was. It was this journal where Butters wrote about you dying. It was some sort of fantasy journal!”

“Like he wanted you to die so badly!” Stan nodded, his eyes wide.

“What? Guys what?! Why would you snoop in his room?!” Kenny put a hand on either one of our shoulders.

I scroll in my photo gallery and pull up a photo of one of the pages. “Look.”

Kenny squints. “Dude, dude hold fucking still I can’t fucking read it.”

Kenny grips my hand for a second holding it steady but before he could clearly see, I shoved it back in my pocket.

“We should just talk about it when we’re sober.” I say.

He stands up, throws his joint on the ground and crushes it with his boot. “I have to go now.”

Stan and I stand up and watch him stumble-run his way around front, hobble on his bike and speed off. We turn to look at eachother then burst into laughter falling back onto the bench.

“Dude! I was worried about him but-“ Stan’s laughter interrupts him, “He really just wanted the fuck out!!”

I let out a loud laugh, quickly covering my mouth. Stan puts a hand over mine, “I hate when you do that! Your laugh is so cute!”

Instead of giggling, my face heats up. There it is again: that weird feeling! I smack his hand off mine. “You’re so weird!” I cough out.

Stan grins, “Am not!” He tackles me, pushing me on the bench.

Before he could tickle me, I pushed him to the ground, tackling him down. “Am too!”

We giggle.

His hands push me back.

I catch myself and fling forward to hold his arms down.

He works his hands free and uses them to try and push himself up.

I push back, almost falling on his face.

I use my hands to catch myself then try to catch my breath from laughing.

I expected to hear Stan laughing too.

I did not.

Stan was looking up at me, his cheeks were flushed, his cracked yet rosy lips were parted, his black hair was tousled and splayed on the ground below us.

My chest tightens.

His eyes flicker up to my eyes and down to my l-

His lips crash against mine.

Almost instantly, he falls back on the ground, stunned. I don’t take another second before pressing my lips against his again.

One of his hands came up to rest on the side of my face, I could feel my heart beating out of my chest.

He begins to slowly sit up.

His tongue comes out to lick his dry lips and I think that's when we started fully making out.

Thoughts raced through my head:

Am I gay?

Am I bi?

Have I always been bi?

Do I have feelings for Stan?

My best friend??

Those thoughts went away as soon as Stan’s hands met my thighs. We can figure it out when we’re not drunk and high, respectively of course.

BONUS BIT:

“Stan! Stan! Stan, stop the car!” The truck screeches to a stop. I fling the passenger side door open, Stan shuts the car off.

There lay Kenny, in the middle of the road, his bicycle mangled next to his broken body.

Stan fell to the ground, trying to shake Kenny awake. “It was a hit and run.”

“No shit!” I cry. Tears welled in my eyes.

“They killed Kenny.” Stan looked at me.

Through shaky breaths I mumble, “Those bastards.”

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[andreafmn]

Get to Know Me

Well, somehow I’m nearing 1K followers and I have no idea how!! Thank you to everyone who has followed me and enjoys my writing. When I published my first story I never thought I could get here.

I thought it was long overdue to do a little get-to-know-me tag so you guys can learn about who I am. Also, I am always in the search for new friends since I suck at making them. So, if you want to be mutuals, let me know!

1. Name

Andrea

2. Age

22

3. Big 3 Zodiac

Capricorn Sun, Leo Rising, Cancer Moon

4. What do most people not know about you?

I am audhd (autistic and ADHD), mixed with some generalized anxiety disorder, OCD, and severe depression. Oh, and I have IBD 😅

5. What do most people know you for?

Anything artsy and manual. From doing hair to makeup and nails, to painting and drawing, to singing or playing the clarinet, to party decor and cooking, to building stuff and carpentry.

6. Hobbies

Anything I can do with my hands.

7. What are your passions/special interests?

Makeup, reading, writing, music, human behavior

8. What do you search for in a significant other?

Stability, loyalty, faithfulness, understanding, provider, a best friend.

9. What are you most proud of?

Still being alive.

10. When was the last time you had a significant conversation with someone you love?

Monday

11. What do you find attractive that others might find unusual?

Good eyebrows.

12. List 10 things off of your bucket list.

Finish and publish a book

Skydive

See all of 1D in concert (even if as solo artists; 1 down 3 to go (we no longer claim Liam))

Go to Germany

Travel through Europe

Get married

Host an amazing Christmas party

Act in something

Get on the New York's Bestseller list

Buy a house

13. What was the last thing you learned?

You shouldn't carry the responsibility of a one-sided relationship, even if the other person makes the falling out your fault.

14. How many relationships have you been in?

0, but a fair share of situationships and talking stages 😅

15. Favorite food

Pasta

16. Favorite drink

I always have three drinks on hand. So the top 3 are coffee, Coke, and either orange juice or water.

17. What is the best birthday gift you have ever received?

I've not received very memorable birthday gifts but I do love a huge Funko Oogie Boogie my sister got me.

18. Are you optimistic or pessimistic?

Many would say pessimistic, but I’ve always been a realist.

19. Do you sleep during class?

Tried not to.

20. What is the most expensive thing you own?

My laptop, I think.

21. What is the cheapest yet most useful thing you own?

Tweezers.

22. How many times a day on average do you check your phone?

Too many to count.

23. Text or call?

Text. I don’t even answer calls from my friends sometimes 😂

24. Opinion on long-distance?

It’s not for everyone. It requires a lot of work, communication, and trust, and certain people have love languages where long distance just doesn’t work.

25. In your group of friends, what role do you play?

Normally they call me the mom friend, but I like to think I'm more of like the grandma friend 😂

26. Favorite song?

At the moment, a tie between Matilda by Harry Styles and You Might Not Like Her by Maddie Zahm. But it changes with my mood and hyper fixations.

27. Favorite artist?

Too many to count. A few include: One Direction (together and as solo artists), Taylor Swift, Selena Gomez, Bad Bunny, Maneskin, Olivia Rodrigo, Conan Gray, Maddie Zahm, Billie Eilish, and so many more.

28. Celebrity crush/crushes?

I could be here for hours and I’d never run out of names.

29. When was the last time you read for fun?

Last night.

30. Favorite flower?

Peonies.

31. What is the best gift you could receive right now?

Money 😭

32. Any guilty pleasures?

Reality tv

33. What is one thing you would like to change about yourself?

The chemical imbalance in my brain.

34. What do you search for in a friend?

Understanding, sense of humor, open mindedness, extroverted enough to get me out of my comfort zone but can understand my limits as an introvert. Just an all-around good person.

35. How many times have you said "I love you" in the past month?

A few times.

36. Where did you last go other than your room/home?

The movies.

37. Why do bad things happen to good people?

Karmic balance.

38. In your opinion, what hurts more? Being left out or being stabbed in the eye?

In terms of physical pain, obviously the eye. But emotionally, being left out hurts everywhere and for longer.

39. How many green shirts do you own?

Not many. Been trying to buy more clothes with color but somehow still gravitate toward black.

40. Do you like anime?

Kinda. I would like it a lot more if my sister hadn’t ruined anime for me 😂

41. What do you invest the most time in?

Writing, watching things I enjoy, (wallowing in self pity and drowning in existential dread), cooking.

42. What was the name of the last book you read?

She Drives Me Crazy by Kelly Quindlen

43. What's one place you've traveled to that you never want to go back to?

New York City

44. Where are you most productive?

In a comfortable space with people that don’t drain my energy.

45. List 3 things you enjoy doing with friends.

Go to the beach, play board/card games, just talk.

46. List 3 things you enjoy doing alone.

Watch stuff, anything artistic, cook.

47. Do you believe world peace will ever exist?

Nope. Peace can’t exist without a little chaos.

48. Do you have any allergies?

I get some seasonal allergies and I am allergic to mites. An allergy test said I’m a little allergic to cats and dogs but I choose to ignore that.

49. When was the last time you cussed at someone?

Probably a few minutes ago, I cuss a lot.

50. What's the story behind one of your scars?

My biggest scar is on my forehead. Basically, it was the day of my parent's wedding anniversary, and my sister and I were being watched by my grandmother. We were on the couch watching Clifford the Big Red Dog when my 3-year-old self decided to go to our shared room and grab a purple comb a teacher had gifted my sister. I brought it out to the living room very excitedly and my sister got pissed, she was around six years old at the time. We lived in an apartment that was kind of open concept with a structure in the middle where the bathroom was that basically made the whole thing a circle. She got up from the couch and started chasing me through the circle. We went three rounds, and on the third one, I looked back for a second, and when I looked forward again I fell and hit my head on the edge of the wall on top of the baseboard. Basically, a lot of blood and panic, especially from my grandma. Apparently, at some point, I told her "Grandma, why are you crying if the blood is mine?" and "Why are you crying if I'm the one that got hit?" In the end, I got four stitches and it was the first time during the whole event that I felt pain because the topical anesthesia ran out with the blood that was pouring. Now I joke that my parents should have seen me breaking my head on their anniversary as a sign that their marriage was gonna end.

51. What was your last dream about?

An x-rated dream that featured one of my best friend’s sister 😬

52. If you won a trip to Hawaii and you could take 5 people with you, who would those 5 people be?

My friend group and then pay extra for my sister.

53. How many countries have you visited?

Just the US, unfortunately.

54. What is your favorite medium of art? (Music, dance, painting, etc.)

I think I’d have to choose music, though I love everything artsy.

56. When was the last time somebody complimented you?

Yesterday.

56. What's your favorite book?

I've always said is the Hush Hush Saga, but recently I read Instructions for Dancing and I think that one is my favorite now.

57. Do you consider yourself mature?

At times.

58. How many days in your life do you think you have wasted on tumblr?

I’d cry if I actually knew 😂

59. What is your favorite quote?

"Life is short, but also like terribly and insufferably long."

-Jenna Marbles

60. What issue will you always speak your mind about?

Basic human rights.

61. What languages do you speak?

Spanish and English.

62. Do you believe in the death penalty?

No.

63. What are your goals for life?

Never really had any. But I guess I’d like to possibly one day become an author.

64. What do you think your soulmate is doing right now?

Not being with me, that’s for sure.

65. If you could live anywhere, where would you live? The place can be in an imaginary, fantasy, or the real world.



66. What's one of your favorite comfort foods?

Fettuccine Alfredo

67. Do you have a job?

I had to leave my job due to mental health issues and haven’t had one since then. But gonna have to start looking even for a part time one to alleviate some money issues, but every job I’ve had has given me ptsd and with my disorders it’s very hard to find something that’s not triggering.

68. Tell us a story about your childhood best friend.

We met because her brother pointed out an anime girl’s big boobs on a series my sister was watching 😂

69. If you could change one thing about society, what would it be?

No more work!

70. How many all-nighters have you pulled before?

Used to pull a lot for school, but I now only pull some when I’m hanging with friends.

71. Is tumblr your favorite website? If not, then what is your favorite website?

I think it’s safe to say yes.

72. What is the craziest thing you would do for a million dollars?

Wouldn’t know until I was actually presented with the situation.

73. Does money equal happiness?

It does help.

74. How many times have you experienced true happiness in your lifetime?

Not that many, honestly.

75. How many times have you experienced true sadness in your lifetime?

My whole life.

76. When people come to you for help, what do they usually want help with?

I get asked a lot for relationship advice, even though I've never been in one.

77. When was the last time you looked at the news?

Last Friday.

78. What old-school skill set do you have?

Sewing(?)

79. What is your favorite color?

Red.

80. If you could earn a million dollars by pretending to be dead for 3 years, would you do it?

Absolutely.

81. What is your opinion on tattoos?

Love them! I personally need more.

82. What time do you normally sleep? How many hours of sleep do you usually get?

Normally around 10-11 pm, sometimes I push it to 1-2 am, but most of the time I wake up every few hours so I don’t really get a full uninterrupted sleep.

83. Does age necessarily equal maturity?

NOOOO!!!!!

84. What is your favorite clothing store?

I don't really shop in stores because it is too overstimulating, but Hot Topic.

85. In the winter- beanies or gloves?

Beanies.

86. Would you rather have wings or a fish tail?

Wings, the ocean scares me.

87. If you had the power to erase one person from the world so that nobody remembered him or her except you, would you do it?

Yes.

88. What's something that really happened to you but nobody would believe unless they were there?

My best friends and I were chased around a hotel by some creepy guys during one of their quinceañeras because another one said hi to one of the guys getting out of the elevator.

89. How many digits of pi can you recite?

3.1416, need the brain space for other useless info

90. If you could travel back to one year and relive it again, which year would it be?

2018

91. Describe yourself in one word.

Intuitive

92. When you want to escape from everyone, where do you go?

Inside my own head.

93. What question do you have that nobody has been able to give you a good answer to?

How does forgiving someone actually help you?

94. Where was your secret hiding place as a child?

Funny enough, in the closet.

95. Would you rather forget all of the past or remember everything in vivid detail?

Forget my past.

96. Have you ever broken a bone before?

Nope.

97. Is it harder to love or to hate somebody?

Love.

98. Coffee or tea?

Both.

99. What are some little things that you do that have changed your life in a positive way?

Rest when I feel tired.

100. How many hours have you spent on Tumblr today?

Around two hours for now.

[cyclone-rachel]

Tomorrowverse Karadox playlist analysis, part 2

Blame it On My Heart (Karmin):

Trust I wanted to tell you

No, I never meant for you to be hurt

Tongue-tied-up my escape plan

Now I got a million bridges to burn

Here comes the ache, too much to take

You got to let it go (let it go)

Give me a break, it's my mistake

Darling, I should've known

I couldn't help it, sorry I'm selfish

But blame it on my heart

Blame it on the beating

No alibi, I had to try, baby

Blame it on my heart

Blame it on the beating

All the things I said

Cross them out in red, honey

Blame it on my heart

Blame it on the feeling

Don't make it worse

I can't reverse it so

Blame it on my heart

Blame it on my beating heart

One of my favorite songs from the past few years, and I think it’s for sure the middle part of the movie where Brainy is blamed for what he didn’t do, and it definitely reminds me of when he confesses to Kara that his plan wasn’t logical but he still wanted to prove that he wasn’t his family. It doesn’t really fit the serious tone of that scene, but it’s a bop and I still like listening to it.

Checkmate- Conan Gray

'Cause I've gotten tired of the games that you play

When you tell me you love me then you throw me away

So cry me a river till you drown in the lake

'Cause you may think you're winning but checkmate

Yeah you may think you're winning but checkmate

I think I discovered this one on a playlist for another rivals-to-lovers pairing, and again the lyrics aren’t quite accurate, but the vibe fits, and the chess motif fits for Brainy.

Will They or Won’t They?- Misbehavin’ Maidens

In these stories we want to know

Will they or won’t they?

But with us, I know the answer: We won’t

Another song where not all the lyrics fit, and because it references several other couples, I don’t get all the references, but the vibes are there, and I just like finding enemies/rivals to lovers songs, I think they’re fun.

Mechanical Planet- VERIDIA

The truth is

I'll work day and night

To keep the gears grinding in your mind

To keep you from knowing you are worth more than gold

Not some assembly-line, rusted shell of a person that I try to remote-control

I never want you to believe

That when you're down on your knees

That someone is actually listening

If you are undistracted for even a moment

I'll lose my hold

And you would notice that you have never been alone

Never have you ever fought alone

Never have you ever fought alone

On this mechanical planet

You were made for perfection

Not created defective

On this mechanical planet

You were not meant to be

Just some broken machine

On this mechanical planet

I love this song! I love Veridia! I think they’re really neat! I have loved this song since I was in college, it’s great, it fits Brainy and his family almost perfectly, bye. I know they’re not quite robots here, but I still appreciate this a lot.

Feed the Machine- Poor Man’s Poison

I said hey (hey), you (you), poison the well

Watch it all burn, take 'em straight to hell

He's got the whole (whole), world (world) in his hands

It was nice to know ya, we've all been damned

C'mon (c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon)

We've all been damned, c'mon

I said hey (hey), you (you), feed the machine

Bring them all back down to their knees

Yeah so this is another song that I associate with Brainy’s family/the Dark Circle, it’s a song that I’ve only found recently so I haven’t gotten to really get into the lyrics, but it definitely reminds me of them generally, and the last part of the movie where it looks like they’ve won.

Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene- Hozier

I watch the work of my kin bold and boyful

Toying somewhere between love and abuse

Calling to join them the wretched and joyful

Shaking the wings of their terrible youths

Freshly disowned in some frozen devotion

No more alone or myself could I be

Lurched like a stray to the arms that were open

No shortage of sordid, no protest from me

With her sweetened breath, and her tongue so mean

She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene

With her straw-blonde hair, her arms hard and lean

She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene

So this one I’ve known about for a while but not actually listened to, I think someone from another fandom I’m in used it as a title for a fanfic, but I mean. It’s Brainy and Kara, right? Brainy’s point of view, and his perspective of Kara. Another song I recently started listening to and love a lot, and then realized how perfect it is for this version of these two.

Hold Each Other- A Great Big World, Futuristic

Everything looks different now

All this time my head was down

He came along and showed me how to let go

I can't remember where I'm from

All I know is who I've become

That our love has just begun like ohhh

Something happens when I hold him

He keeps my heart from getting broken

When the days get short and the nights get a little bit frozen

We hold each other

I just think this is a good romantic song in general, and I have used it as a song in my other Karadox playlist/used it as the source of a fanfic title for them. But looking at the lyrics again, it does really fit these versions of Kara and Brainy, and I should listen to it again.

Your Kind of Beautiful- Sophie Park

You see a lion and a sailboat in the sky

All I see is little clouds passing me by

You pick a dandelion and you make a wish

All I see is stubborn weeds growing in the ditch

And if I could be I would be be the way you be

And if I could see I would see see the way you see

Your kind of beautiful is beautiful to me

Your kind of beautiful is beautiful to me

Suddenly a symphony is playing in my head

Now I want to see the world the way you do instead

Like a silver lining, pretty picture, coin of you

I like the way you make me feel

the way I feel with you

Again, just a sweet song and one that I have on the other Karadox playlist, and it reminds me of when Brainy is healing Kara and telling her that he wishes he could be like her, and about how she’s so strong and brave and beautiful and whatnot. And I also think this fits from Kara’s point of view, with her seeing the good in Brainy and appreciating that he is also beautiful in his own way.

Cloud 9- Beach Bunny

When I start to tumble from the sky

You remind me how to fly

Lately, I've been feeling un-alive

But you bring me back to life

But when he loves me, I feel like I'm floating

When he calls me pretty, I feel like somebody

Even when we fade eventually to nothing

You will always be my favorite form of loving

Not a lot of lyrics in this one, but I think it’s from Kara’s perspective, contrasting how she feels at the beginning of the movie with her relationship with Brainy afterwards (and bonus “fade eventually to nothing”- nod at Crisis, even though that will never happen in the Tomorrowverse probably)

Life is Strange- MARINA

Don't know what I'm doing with my life

But maybe there's no wrong or right

'Cause everybody feels the same

And all we know is life is strange (Ah)

All we know is life is strange (Ah)

All we know is life is strange

We're in the future, living fast

Can never make a moment last

Is it ever gonna be enough

To love another and be loved?

Because I had to put a Marina song on here somewhere, and I just think this fits Kara’s perspective again, with her going from escaping Krypton to not fitting in on Earth to ultimately finding a place where she belongs in the future.

Bloodline- Natalie Jane

Try to escape it, I try to erase it

But you make me feel so alive

I'm sick and tired of tryina conspire

A way to outrun my bloodline

You ran into a battlefield I tried to disguise

Dodging bullets stepping on mines

All the ones before me have committed this crime

I gave a warning so many times

I mean, it’s such a Brainy song, isn’t it? It really doesn’t need an explanation, it just works for especially this version of Brainy with his relatives being so prominent in this movie and being the big reason that nobody trusts him.

Sparks Fly- Taylor Swift

My mind forgets to remind me

You're a bad idea

You touch me once and it's really something

You find I'm even better than you imagined I would be

I'm on my guard for the rest of the world

But with you I know it's no good

And I could wait patiently but I really wish you would

Drop everything now

Meet me in the pouring rain

Kiss me on the sidewalk

Take away the pain

'Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile

Get me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down

Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around

'Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile

…I think this is a genuinely sweet and romantic song and I loved it when I was a teenager. And I like thinking about it in relation to Kara and Brainy, even though there’s a later lyric that includes “run my fingers through your hair” and that doesn’t really work here for obvious reasons. Although, Brainy could always run his fingers through Kara’s hair, that would be cute.

Intoxicated- The Cab

In a room full of frozen faces

In a moment of fractured time

We eclipse in a conversation

As your words, they pass us by

With you, we could be the only ones here

'Cause I think you're from another world

And I, I couldn't love another girl

'Cause you, you make me feel

Like I'm intoxicated, -toxicated

To the sky, flying high

Take me to the moon

Day or night, we don't have to say a word

'Cause you make me feel

Like I'm intoxicated, -toxicated

Another suggestion from Brandi, again this makes me think of the Miracle Machine situation and Kara and Brainy literally being frozen in time as they stop the machine, and Brainy just generally falling for Kara and being head over heels in love with her (also obviously Kara literally being from another world)

Dark Side- Kelly Clarkson

There's a place that I know

It's not pretty there and few have ever gone

If I show it to you now

Will it make you run away?

Or will you stay? Even if it hurts

Even if I try to push you out, will you return?

And remind me who I really am

Please remind me who I really am

Everybody's got a dark side

Do you love me? Can you love mine?

Nobody's a picture perfect

But we're worth it

You know that we're worth it

Will you love me?

Even with my dark side?

Like a diamond from black dust

It's hard to know what can become if you give up

So don't give up on me

Please remind me who I really am

Another pitch-perfect Brainy song in any universe, and another song I’ve loved since I first heard it. For this movie, I think it works best with the scene where Kara and Brainy talk while Brainy is imprisoned, and Kara indeed doesn’t give up on him, treating him like a hero and telling him that she believes him.