#and then they DID go off together to tour the world and look for knowledge

[booasaur]

See (2019) - 3x08

[bones4thecats]

How Did They Meet Their Genie! S/O?

Type of Writing: #10 - Poll Result Characters: Rollo Flamme and Baul Zigvolt Name: How Did They Meet Their Genie! S/O? Original Poll Link: Here

A/N: I have rarely, if ever, written for these characters, so they may end up being slightly OOC. Sadly, I had no ideas for Fellow Honest- the guy is hard to write something like this for without it being severely OOC. I also could come up with no ideas for Kifaji, since I couldn't find much information on him, I'm sorry for that. But, do hope you enjoy this my lil bubbles🫧

P.S: The Reader is inspired by a mixture of the original story Genie, Aladdin's Genie, the Live-Action Genie and Jafar's Genie form

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⛪ Rollo was not amused when he learned some students from Night Raven were arriving at Noble Bell College for the yearly festival. And he was far from happy when he gained knowledge that their two strongest students were coming as well

⛪ That being the Prince, and future heir to the thrown, of Briar Valley, Malleus Draconia, and one of the most powerful fae magicians in the world, one considered to be a genie, Y/N L/N

⛪ He stood alongside his secretary and right-hand as the group of magic-users approached, and he caught sight of the supposed genie flying around and messing with a spikey green-haired boy

⛪ Grabbing his handkerchief, he pushed the piece of purple cloth in front of his frowning face, making the two faes cock eyebrows at his actions

⛪ But, it seemed the Prince brushed it off faster than the other fae, as they kept a close eye on him throughout their small tour of the grounds. They also seemed to stay close to a black-haired boy, which he later learned was named Jamil Viper

⛪ Now, normally Rollo did not go out of his way for these magic-users whenever they came by at his school, but for some reason he felt drawn to you more than anything

⛪ He had began to actually speak to you before he realized it. He had asked you about your time at NRC and what your relationship was with the magicless human, despite your fairly obvious hostility to him

" Y/N, I am not quite sure I understand why you are so tense around Sir Flamme. Could you explain the reasoning behind it? "

⛪ Looking at Malleus, you sighed and played with a small blue figurine that you had been gifted by your guardians long ago, and you just handed him a red one as he looked at you with questioning eyes

" I have been told this story for many years, Mal. And it goes like this; Long ago, a young boy fell for a beautiful princess. But, due to their differences in rankings, they could not be together, and seeing the opportunity to gain some better status and power, her father's helper had seen complete red when the man began using a special power to seduce the princess. " " What was this power? " " A magic user. Back then, they were very rare. And very sought-out by men and women alike. Now, once he had gotten a hold of the magic-user, he had begun to trick the princess that he was a prince, in order to win her heart. "

⛪ Rollo stood behind the pillar, wondering on what in Twisted Wonderland you were speaking about? Was this some story from the Scaling Sands that he had not read about?

" What did the King's helper do about the swindler's treachery? " " The only thing he knew how to do; report it once found out. And, once he notified the Sultan, the man was found and handed about, though nobody knows for certain what happened to him. Most likely death. But, for his accomplishment in saving the princess, he was granted a magical lamp, and he used the powers to become Sultan. " " How impressive. Are these figures them? " " They're a form of the story. In there, the Sultan's helper was the enemy and had thrown the princess and Sultan into servitude like he was stuck in. And this blue one that I am holding was the 'good genie' who had been helping the swindler out. "

⛪ Gripping his handkerchief tighter inside his pocket, Rollo began to stroll away, not sparing any thought of you and the Prince of Briar Valley being outside past hours in the field speaking of nonsense

⛪ Once he reached his room, Rollo slammed the door shut as softly as he possibly could before looking around his room in a frenzy. Why did he want to pull that Dragon Fae away from you and escourt you to your room at that moment?

⛪ No matter, he needed to focus on his plan. And nothing, not even someone like you, would be able to change his mind...

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🐊 Ever since the war began, there have been many fae and humans alike falling to their shared enemy. Unfortunately, as of late, the humans have been gaining the upper-hand

🐊 This action was leading the Draconia family to improvise by sending in some fae from outside of Briar Valley, and there was a new group of them being added this week

🐊 And these fae were all from the Scaling Sands, a land inhabited by humans, though they chose no side during the war, due to being farther away and thriving on their own without any greed of land catching their minds

🐊 You had dressed in your get-go, that being a dragon's, and set your sights on collaborating your battalion's style of fighting with General Lilia's

🐊 Baul wasn't able to take a simple rest when he heard that you were going to be alone with their leader

🐊 He wanted to trust you, really he did, but you lived somewhere full of humans, you may end up betraying them if you caught sight of someone that you possibly knew

🐊 So, grabbing his mask and uniform, he slapped it on quickly before heading out and hiding behind a tree, concealing his presence from both you and Lilia

🐊 Once he reached where you both resided, he watched with a stink-eye similar to that of a sniper trying to take down one of the most dangerous people in history with one bullet left

" Commander Y/N, if I may ask, how have you lived alongside those humans, those mortals, for so long without an issue? " " It's quite simple, General Vanrouge. I have had many connections to the higher-ups in their society. One being a being from a long time ago, maybe hundreds of years? Huh, my memory of time seemingly has gone down, I apologize. "

🐊 Speaking so formally yet freely was something that Baul had never heard about happening with the General of the Fae army before, how remarkable

🐊 Wait- what was he thinking?! You were a possible enemy! He has to stay focused!

" Do you perhaps remember this being by any chance? " " Ah yes I do. Quite well, actually. I may not remember just how long ago it has been, but I do remember the man with precision. " " Would you mind telling me about this mystery man? " " Of course not. "

🐊 Taking a breath, Baul watched as your hand sputtered out some blue flickers, which forms into smokes and into small figures, one being teal, another being white, then red, blue, orange, purple, and a final resting light tan

" This one, is a woman, a princess from hundreds of years ago. And the small white one was her father, the Sultana and the Sultan. This blue character is a magic-user from way-back-when, our light tan in a swindler, and our red is our main character of this beloved legend and story mashup. Now, the young swindler had come across this magic-user, and he asked if they could put themselves to good use and help him try to sway the princess into a relationship. And, due to magic being a more rarity back then, nobody had suspected anything tricky taking place. Until the red one here, a man now known as the Sorcerer of the Sands, found out about the plot. "

🐊 Sitting up slightly as his shoulders sank down in a relaxed position, Baul found himself listening to the story with just as much attention as he gave to glaring at you from behind

" The Sorcerer of the Sands had eventually gotten enough information and turned the swindler in, leading in the arrest of the young man and eventual fate, one in which nobody knows, though, many believe he was executed for the crime of seducing the princess and plotting both overthrowing the Sultan, basically usurping the thrown, and treason. Now, while the swindler got punished for his actions, the respected-Sorcerer had stood proudly against the Sultan and was granted the object known as a 'magic lamp'. With this lamp, he made the wish to become Sultan. Now, while this story's final ending is shrouded in mystery, some suspect that the swindler broke out and stopped the Vizier from attempting to kill the royal family, while in some the Vizier married the princess and lived happily ever after, and in some others the Vizier had just ruled the land and kept it balanced until his death years later. "

🐊 Baul listened as Lilia sighed deeply, seemingly releasing some stress at hearing the story end fairly happily for the seemingly good-natured Vizier and the ill-intentioned swindler

🐊 Lilia turned to you and patted you on the shoulder as he stood up, shocking one of his right-hands with his words

" You are a good person, Y/N. I expect good things from you, yes? " " You shouldn't expect any less than that, General. " " Have a nice rest, Commander. Good night. " " I wish you the same, sir! "

🐊 Okay, you didn't seem so bad now. But just because you got Lilia to somewhat show trust in you, a Zigvolt is far harder to please, well, that's what he now tells your grand-children, but you get the point

[lyramundana]

Hii, fellow poly Minsung whore activist here🥰 I’m nervous about using my account so I went anon, I hope you don’t mind. I have a little scenario here that I’m probably so wrong for but I’m delulu ash.

Maybe reader (whose a fan or a friend is dragging her along with them) meets Minsung (who’re already in a relationship ofc) in a city they’re having a concert in. Minsung are like “hey ykw she kinda fine, let’s spice things up and bring her back to the hotel.” During their night together, the boys use degradation, praise, grips hard enough to bruise, and soft touches just to make her head spin.

Now I love me some a sprinkle of angst. She has a moment of overthinking after Minsung fall asleep and escapes?? Sort of lol. Minsung do not like this, no no no😔.

That night, she ends up at their concert with some good ass ground floor tickets. While she doubted they would see her and if they did, they probably wouldn’t recognize her (girl like they weren’t giving you the best dicking down of your life the night before), they do in fact see her and you just made this easier for them bbg. They told the other members and security guards to bring her backstage after the show.

Oh babe they mad as hellll. They don’t even wait to get back to the hotel as they drag her to an empty room and destroy her. We’re talking hand prints on her ass, more prominent fingerprint shapes on her hips, arms and neck, tears streaming down her face, the whole 9 yards.

Idk where to go from there tbh. Anyways I hope you enjoyed my delulu thoughts <3

Okay now, honey. First of all, there's no such thing as a "wrong" scenario. Everything that it's discussed in this blog is acceptable and very much not-delulu, so don't brush off your scenarios. Specially when is so FUCKING GOOD AND DELICIOUS like this one. Like, excuse me🥵🥵🥵?? You came up with this masterpiece and brought it to me for free?? Sweetie, you should post it in your own blog and let the world see this jewel of yours. Don't feel nervous of using your account. I always make my horny, unhinged requests displaying my username. This is Tumblr. No one here can judge you for your thoughts

You bet I enjoyed every line of this delulu side of yours.

Reader doesn't really follow the group, but her friend is a Stay and this concert is the lifelong opportunity they've been dreaming off, but they don't want to go alone, so they drag Reader to accompany them. While the friend is resting in the hotel/house, Reader decides to take a stroll around the city and comes across MinSung at some point. Maybe they meet in a shop, where they struck a converstation about common interests, and seeing they get along well MinSung agree and say "fuck it, can we join you?" and that's how they get to know each other better.

Reader doesn't know who they are, but their faces are familiar, and they're just happy to chat with someone like normal people. They've wanted to explore the city a bit before the concert, as the weather looked great for some alone time together, but they encountered the language barrier issue and the lack of knowledge about the place. When Reader appears and helps them out, being so friendly and nice about it, their first instinct is glue themselves to her for the rest of journey. Also, they find her really attractive and can't help but admire her discreetly and exchange appreciative comments that she can't understand. And that's how they spent their day hanging out, just the three of them, while Reader acts like a guide and they start to be bolder with her.

At some point they're sitting in a bar together, drinking a bit, and they have privacy to talk about anything. It's also then whey they begin to make their attraction clear. They've been so fucking stressed with this tour, sex recently hasn't been enough for them, and she's just so gorgeous. So cute. The way she speaks, moves, even the way she dress is driving them mad slowly. It doesn't help that she returns every bold gesture from them. She's not blind. She finds them hot too and it's been a while since she had some "fun".

So, after a while of wandering hands, spicy "jokes" and suggestive comments, the tension feels too thick and they throw the question in.

"We should get going back to our hotel room. Want to come with us and see it?"

She's not drunk enough to miss the intentions behind that question, but she's tipsy enough to accept.

The flirting doesn't stop and when they set a foot in the elevator, the tension snaps. They jump at her like hungry wolves, biting and grabbing every piece of skin they can get their hands on, and Reader welcomes all of it like a submissive lamb, ready to be devoured.

They struggle to open the door, being so occupied feeling her up under her clothes and leaving marks already. Once they're inside, one of them closes the door with a kick without taking his attention from her. They leave a path of clothes behind them that ends up in their bedroom and then she's thrown to the bed. She doesn't have time to recover before they're on her again, exploring every inch of her know naked body with their mouths and hands. Her brain is all mushy from the intense pleasure and adrenaline she's feeling. MinSung unleash all the pent up frustrations and desire they've been dealing with on her.

The entire night was filled with her moans and whimpers while they took her roughly, leaving their hands printed on her hips and inner thighs, as they groaned and cried out of sheer pleasure and relief. Sometimes they went at her at the same time, others they took turns while one watched.

"Such a good girl for us, isn't she, jagi?"

"Damn right she is, so eager to please us, to let us play with her body."

"Look at her, so obedient and cute for us. What a good whore, letting herself be fucked by some men she doesn't even know"

"Go on, use your mouth like the little slut you are. Nice job, kitten"

"We'll fill you up so much it'll be leaking out of you for days"

Her mind turns blank, the world spins, and her body starts to shake uncontrollably and tremble with the amount of orgasm she had. They grab her legs and torso with such force it feels they're trying to press the imprint themselves in it, moving her body as they please to find the right angle. When she cums again, she's half-unconscious and the boys are tired too, finally spent. They clean her up, massage the bruises the left and watch her fall asleep while caressing her face and kissing her skin. They chat for a while before the tiredness consumes them too, Reader safely kept in their arms.

The morning after, she's the first to wake up and doesn't take long to realize what happened. She remembers enough of it and feels her face get warm at the memory, but also gets giddy at it. She stretches a bit, careful to not wake them up, and supress a hiss of pain when she feels the marks they left. She reaches for her phone, reading the messages and calls from her friend, who's worried sick, at which Reader calms them down by giving them a "censored" version of the events. Then the friends reminds her of the concert and sends a photo of one of the promotional posters, featuring all members.

Reader feels her blood freeze inside her body.

She turns around to look at the boys in bed, then at the picture on the phone, then at the bed again, and she feels faint.

Maybe it's the remnants of the alcohol, maybe it's the weight of the revelation, maybe it's the lack of sleep she got, but Reader has to fight off a panic attack and the only thing she can think of at this moment is running away from this situation. So she gets dressed, grabs her stuff, and leaves hurriedly without waking them up and full intention of not looking back. When the boys wake up, they expected to see her in their arms still and maybe get another round, but imagine their shock when they see she's not there. Ohh honey, they're seriously mad. Why the fuck did she run? How could she after they night they had? They try to brush off the anger because they know chances of seeing her again are slim and there's no point.

Meanwhile, Reader's friend notices she's not quite the same since she came back and she's even more reluctant than before in attending the concert. To get her friend off her back, she admits she saw MinSung during her walk and chatted with them "a bit" and now she's embarrased to see them. Her friend, obviously, has a fangirl moment at first and chastises Reader for not telling her first, bombing her with questions, but she avoids the spicy parts of the story. Her friend finally tells her to not worry, that although their seats give a good view of the stage, it'll be very hard for the boys to spot her in the crowd anyway. Reader relents and goes to the concert, having dressed prettily at her friends' insistence because "they have to look their best for the occasion!". When they arrive, Reader feels more at ease with the amount of people surrounding her and thinks her friend said the true.

However, when the group comes to the stage, she feels her heart stop at recognizing the men she had that glorious night of sex with and becomes shifty. They don't make signs of having spoted her, even when Jisung came near their zone, he didn't seemed to notice her, and she allowed herself to enjoy the performance, convinced that they was safe. But she didn't know Jisung had indeed spoted her, hence he aproached their location to confirm. He didn't hesitate in telling Minho, and when they overcame the shock, they former anger came back again and they agreed to a plan. Stays could feel a shift in the boys' performance, they seemed more brutal, harsher.

When the concert ended, Reader was about to leave with her friend until a security guard stopped her and told her she was demanded backstage. Both of them were shocked and confused, and Reader's friend even acted worried, refusing to ler her go in fear she got in trouble for something. Reader calmed her down and asked her to wait in the hotel, since the man told them it wasn't anything bad. While she was leaving, the friend winked at her and exclaimed "tell me all the details when you sign the NDA".

A staff members takes her to an empty dressing room and tells her to wait, leaving her alone there. She's fidgeting, not knowing what to expect but having a small suspicion. Suddenly, the door opens with a slam and she jumps in the place. When she sees the two boys enter and locking the door behind them, she knows she's fucked.

They let her know exactly how pissed off they are, interrogating her and even accusing her of being a fan pretending to not know them just to get her wet dream come true. She argues back and denies it all, returning all their yells, until a hand grabs her painfully by the jaw.

"You don't fucking get to talk back to us, whore. We should've put you in your place from the beginning"

"I think she's a little too high up there, jagiya. Let's remind her exactyl what her place is"

All the gentleness they showed the first night is gone. Her clothes are ripped in shreds and thrown carelessly around the room, as she's pushed forcefully on the ground.

They don't hide their satisfaction and pride at seeing the faint marks they left previously, pressing them enough to make her whine in pain.

"Don't whine, slut. We're about to give you even more of them."

They go at her at the same time, no turns now. They edge her until she's sobbing and screaming, first with their fingers and then with their tongues. She gets spanked by one of their belts, feeling the bruises starting to form in her ass cheeks and thighs. She's then gagged with the same belt because "way too fucking loud, kitten. you're not allowed to make a sound".

When she's spasming, eyes rolling back and begging through the belt for some release, anything, the boys exchange a knowing glance and untie the gag, letting her breathe through her mouth in relief. But her relief doesn't last when they position her in the middle, with both of their dicks inching to her cunt. She knows they're up to something, but her brain is too fucked to guess what. When she feels both of their cocks entering her at once, she's about to scream again but a hand quickly covers her mouth, and they both start moving agressively inside her, leaving their dicks printed in her walls. The feelinf their cocks rubbing against each other and her clenching almost makes them cum again, but they control themselves.

They fucked her back and forth across the room, moving from the ground to the couch to the chairs to the make up tables, etc.

"That's what you fucking deserve for leaving us, baby. What the fuck were you thinking with that dead brain of yours, hm?"

"Look at her, so cockdumb already, acting like a desesperate bitch in heat. Aren't two cocks enough for you?"

"Is this what you wanted? Being fucked by two celebrities to share the experience with your friends? Of course you did. You're nothing but an attention seeking slut, only thinking about having a dick inside you"

"We'll make sure you can't even walk after this. You're not going anywhere this time, darling. Let's see how can you run away then."

She can no longer tell if what she's feeling is pain or pleasure, but when they cum inside her and she feels both of their cocks twitching inside her, it triggers her own orgams and her vision turns white. She faints in their arms, muttering and having spasms. They pause to recover their breaths too, checking on her worriedly and chuckling softly when she replies gibberish. One of them lifts her up bridal style and lay her down in the couch, both caging her with their bodies.

"You were ours from the moment you entered our your bedroom"

Tagging @channieandhisgoonsquad @2chopsticks2eyes @sweetracha because they gave me ideas for this. Feel free to add something or give your own version of it. The more the merrier.

[rossmacdonaldsgf]

just pure fluff of ross after playing a sold out show at the o2.

ross x reader

no warnings.

you don’t think you’ll ever forget the feeling of watching thousands of people scream, cry and love a band that is so deeply connected to your being. the very songs reverberating throughout the arena filled with people, were the songs you watched being formed. you were there from the beginning, you watched them change, you watched hairs become grey, songs gain more feelings and you saw the way that people looked at them change. of course, the band had a large wire of displeasure tethered to them, perhaps they’ll never escape it but, their followers, their people, were so loyal and loving. they loved and were loved retrospectively. from your bubble of pride, you watched the world float by in a mixture of songs with lyrics that you definitely shouldn’t be screaming so wholeheartedly. your pride, joy and love, did what he does best upon that very stage in london, his emotions were difficult to read, he was a 6”4 big friendly giant. intimidating but pure. the years you’ve spent enclosed in your bubble of love enabled you with what felt like the ability to recognise what he was thinking no matter what, and you knew he, like the rest of his adored band, felt nothing but glee. this tour was life changing, starting at their very best and ending at most definitely still at the their very best. But with age comes knowledge, and you know deep down everyone recognises that age puts a large barrier in the things we love most. it isolates us away from being able to do the things we love the most. you weren’t as young as what you used to be. they, weren’t as young as what they used to be. so each show, each crowd, each mesmerising performance, was so special. life is unpredictable. for this band especially, the unpredictability of life presented its ugly face in times they wanted it to be hidden. so now, with no naivety to the challenges life can present, they treasure each special moment as they grow older together, for, who knows how long the 1975 will still be at their very best.

the aftermath of shows were exhilarating, each show ending differently to the last, each crowd having a special story. the band walks off stage, an aura of joy cascading off them, they each have their own separate traditions, which in the past few years have been altered and changed. matty, now infatuated with gabriette, makes a point to speak to her, wether it be calling or texting, family was always important to him. george takes five minutes to relax from the high that is performing, if he can, he’ll call charli, if not, he’ll lay on a sofa, eyes closed, most definitely playing back what just happened so it never slips from his mind. adam, finds carly, his safe space and love, they’re quiet encased in a world of serenity. with nothing but the noise of matty rambling about something unimportant, ross always finds you, each day changes depending on the others mood, but for now, you take his hair out the bun, knowing the agonising feeling of restriction must be elevating the headache that comes with the after show blues. he allows you to massage, your fingers gently untangling the nots, your touch soft, featherlight, like if you touch him, he’ll break. when that’s finished, you hug, it’s a long, ‘im proud of you hug’ that speaks more than words, he allows himself to show a vulnerability that he only shows with you, a soft, sweet smile resting on his lips. he’ll take your hand and quietly whisper, ‘let’s go’, he bids farewell to the guys, hugging them and talking about how great the show was. you take the short walk to the tour bus, his arm protectively around your shoulder, allowing you to feel the heat radiating of his chest. when back in the safety of the bus, he showers, letting the water loosen his muscles and clear his mind. while he showers, you cook, a simple dish, nothing too fancy for the late night dinner. just some pasta with sauce and cheese, a favourite that provides endless comfort. during dinner you talk about anything but the show, you talk about an upcoming party you’ll be hosting. you talk about the cat you’re planning to adopt after tour finishes, you talk about anything but his work and for a moment, life seems normal and serene. you both clean up, you tell ross that it’s fine, he can go relax, but, ever the gentleman he insists, so you wash he dries. a cringy 2000s movie plays quietly in the background, with both of you in comfier clothes, his arms wrap around you, pulling you towards him so your practically covering him like a blanket. on days like this, he doesn’t want to talk, just soak in your presence and allow himself to love and be loved, your fingers trace his face, his nose, lips, eyebrows, beard, before finally kissing him. the silence is usually interrupted by matty making his presence very know ‘ do you two ever stop bloody snogging’, with his apparent arrival, ross decides it’s too late to deal with him, and you go to his bunk. your not sure how long it is till you fall asleep, his embrace warm and comforting. when you feel yourself drifting, you feel his lips touch your forehead and a loving whisper, ‘i love you’. you’re too far asleep to say it back but you know he knows, he knows with everything you do for him, cooking, cleaning, taking care of him, travelling around the world with him. god your so in love with him it hurts, he’s your person and nothing seems bad when you are together.

[accioprocrastination]

One Day At A Time (Part 3/?)

Jake Seresin x Reader

A/N: More angst, ngl I was listening to Daylight by David Kushner when writing so this got away from me a bit wasn't expecting it to get this dark...

T/W: Anxiety, panic disorder, grief, PTSD, gun violence, torture, murder, prisoner of war, war crimes

Summary: Hangman's POW fiancée attempts a prison break; Javy talks Jake into doing something he doesn't want to do.

Masterlist

Jake POV -

Coyote can talk anyone into anything.

He's somehow convinced everyone to book the day after the mission off work to go to your place, not wanting his best friend to spend another one of your birthdays isolating himself.

Jake pulls up into the driveway and grabs the barbecue supplies from the back of the car before dumping them on the side in the kitchen.

"Wow, when we said let's go to Hangman's I wasn't expecting this." Rooster says entering the house with Phoenix, Bob and Fanboy in tow. All of them blatantly ignore Jake's tear-stained face and glance around in awe at the house.

"I'm not being funny but how on earth have you financed this?" Phoenix questions making Jake laugh. He cannot express the relief that her teasing makes him feel after a morning full of unease.

"Phoenix you cannot ask that!" Rooster gasps giving her a horrified look.

"This place was unbelievably gross when we bought it, It literally makes my skin crawl thinking about our first viewing... It was up for sale so cheap I knew there must've been a reason, other than it being close to base." Jake smiles, "there's no way in hell I would've bought this without Y/N walking around declaring what we should do to it." He elaborates, not having the vision to have done any of the renovation alone.

"Jesus he has a pool!" Fanboy shouts from the other side of the room as the others rush to the window to scrutinise outside. When everyone arrives Jake gives them a quick tour around the house to avoid anyone snooping without his knowledge.

He leaves Bradley to man the barbecue and heads inside to grab a beer. In doing so he watches Phoenix and Bob verbally dissect the photographs on the mantle.

"God she was gorgeous." Phoenix points out to no one in particular, tone sounding impressed that Jake managed to land you.

"She really was." Jake sighs looking at the photo of you at your backseaters wedding, grinning ear to ear at whatever he was saying to you.

God I miss you

"How did you two meet?" Bob queries, stopping Jake before he can spiral into his thoughts.

"Flight school... I wasn't paying attention to where I was walking, she literally knocked me clean off my feet day one. We started arguing and I just thought shit this is the girl version of me." He smirks as he answers.

"God I can't imagine there being two of you out in the world. How would we cope?" Payback winks, making Jake roll his eyes in response.

"Do you usually celebrate her birthday?" Bob asks not really knowing who Hangman is as a person outside of work.

Jake instantly shakes his head. "No she fucking hates -" he starts to answer swiftly cutting himself off. He ignores the bolt of heartache that threatens to shatter him as he realises he needs to correct himself, "-hated her birthday... She never wanted to celebrate it so we always just did something together without anyone else. I don't know why Javy's arranged this." Jake lies not completely oblivious to Coyote's attempt to force him to find closure.

He can't even argue that it's misguided. It's been years and he still needs to correct himself to past tense when talking about you.

Every time he comes home he half expects you to walk through the door after him.

Jake would never say it aloud but every time he comes home, he feels like he's waiting. Permanently waiting for you to get home too.

"You miss her a lot?" Bob continues trying to get a read on him.

Jake nods. "Every single day. She's my first thought when I wake up in the morning, and the last one before I go to sleep."

"Still?" Javy's worried disbelief comes from the doorway.

"Yeah." Jake's lip quivers slightly as he continues to stare at the photograph in Phoenix's hands.

I thought that this would get easier as time goes on - everyone says that - but every day I miss her more than yesterday.

Jake tears his eyes away from your photo and necks the rest of his beer in silence. All he can think about is how he'd give anything to not feel like this anymore.

Unable to shake the torment, Hangman slips out of the living room and heads back outside to argue with Bradshaw.

*

Reader POV -

You're shoved forward by a warden, collapsing onto your knees in the threshold of an outbuilding you've never been in before. Tears well in your eyes from the sheer force that your knees hit the concrete. The tears don't have a chance to fall, as the man hoists you upright forcing you inside.

Anxiety surges in your chest as you look up. You're greeted by blood splattered walls that instantly confirm your thoughts about this building.

This is where they kill people who are no longer useful to them.

You look over at Ghost hoping he will give you a look to convey that he has some form of grand plan for leaving this place. His golden skin looks ashy with sickness, sweat beads on his forehead, and his face is contorted in trepidation.

He doesn't have a plan. Neither of you have a plan.

It feels like someone has sat on your chest with how rapidly short your breathing is becoming, your apprehension is blossoming with every passing second spent in this building.

I do not want to die here.

You silently beg your backseater to look at you, as if meeting his gaze will prompt you to have some form of epiphany. His shoulders are hunched, eyes glued to the floor inaudibly accepting his fate.

He's been trying to convince you that you'll get out every day since you got here, you've told yourself every day that's not possible. Seeing him resigned to this reality sends adrenaline pounding through your body, you're not dying here at least not without a fight.

As the herding stops, you scour the room as best you can without moving, eyes flickering between all of the red covered rooms as you search for anything at all that you might be able to grab to attack the wardens with.

Fuck, this is hopeless.

We're as good as dead.

The rooms are almost completely empty.

There is nothing, not one single thing, here that we can use as a weapon, you realise.

Your thoughts of giving up are abruptly halted the millisecond after they form, as you watch the warden on your left shift his right arm towards a gun strapped to his waist. He's the prick who pushed you.

Somehow through the endless cries of the people around you, you hear the unmistakeable sound of gun safetys being removed. The fallacy that you've created of this place having some vague sense of security or solidarity among prisoners is shattered when the first round of gunfire begins.

You feel your stomach start to churn as people try to shield behind others. The sequential bout of nausea that washes over you is unignorable.

Your whole body traitorously reacts to the commotion, your rigid tension melting away to a whole body tremor. You've never been in the situation where you feel your knees shake with genuine well-placed terror before.

You've got to pull your shit together y/n. You mentally slap yourself trying to fight your inner anxiety away, needing to think rationally to decide your next move.

Without debating the consequences, you shove the warden next to you into the wall behind him with all the strength you can muster. He's thrown off guard, obviously not expecting any resistance. After his minute stumble allows you to take his weapon, he straightens up hand instantly moving to become a vice on your arm. He twists your arm in an attempt to throw you off balance. You do not shift even an inch, feet firmly planted on the ground. You're so deep in your fight or flight response that you barely even feel the motion that you expected to floor you.

The wardens are so focused on obliterating prisoners that they don't recognise the screams of their own as out of the ordinary, so you continue resisting.

When all of the wardens are down, you allow yourself to properly glance around the prisoners in the room.

Everyone looks broken beyond repair, most of them are bleeding.

Even if you got everyone out, you're not sure who among you is strong enough to live with this.

Ghost looks like a shell of himself

Ignoring that thought, you turn your attention to him, "I want to go home" you state croakily, arms still shaking as you lower the gun.

"There's no way out of here." Ghost reiterates, agitation plaguing his voice. It took the two of you, four days of recon to figure that escape was not at all possible from where they keep normal prisoners.

"Listen to your boyfriend Miss America." One of the wardens chuckles from his place on the floor, momentarily pulling your focus to watch him hold pressure on the bullet wound on his leg.

"Then we die trying." You instruct your back seater, before opening up your invite to everyone else.

A fail looking man that you bumped into earlier, shoves a boy in your direction quickly saying something to him in a language you don't understand.

There are kids here? A shudder runs through your body at the thought of children being exposed to this. No one should be exposed to this, especially not little kids.

The man turns to face you, opening his mouth to say something when a bullet rings out. You grab the kid shielding his eyes before he can see his potential father figure drop to the floor.

A warden sniggers from the floor as you stand glued to the spot in horror and disbelief that anyone would be that insanely cruel.

"Go." Someone chokes out, moving to shield you.

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Part 2 for those who missed it

Part 4

A/N: I promise I'll listen to something happier and write some fluff soon

[mariana-oconnor]

The Empty House pt 2

Last time on Letters from Watson: a gambler was shot in a locked room, a detective rose from the dead and brandy once more proved itself the true panacea.

This time, we are eagerly awaiting the explanation for Holmes' miraculous reappearance.

"He drew no weapon, but he rushed at me and threw his long arms around me."

So romantic.

"We tottered together upon the brink of the fall."

Look... tottered is not an ominous word. It just isn't. It brings to mind small children, the elderly, and drunk people. 'Tottered' is an amusing word. It amuses me. Usually these descriptions are very visceral and dramatic and moving, but the word 'tottered' just throws me right out.

"I have some knowledge, however, of baritsu, or the Japanese system of wrestling, which has more than once been very useful to me."

Or maybe you're referring to bartitsu? Which is an 'actual' martial art. Or... at the very least the British approximation at one.

I always thought this was made up, honestly, until not very long ago when I learnt there was an actual thing made up for English gentlemen. the pictures are very silly.

"With my face over the brink I saw him fall for a long way. Then he struck a rock, bounded off, and splashed into the water.”

"So rapidly does the brain act that I believe I had thought this all out before Professor Moriarty had reached the bottom of the Reichenbach Fall."

I see being dead did nothing for your ego, Holmes. It has survived completely intact.

"I might, it is true, have reversed my boots, as I have done on similar occasions"

I want to know how this works. Feet are very much... feet shaped. Ankles are definitively at one end of the foot. Boots are designed with this in mind. How does one put on a pair of boots backwards. Walking backwards, I can see, but putting your shoes on so the toe is at the heel? Maybe if you're wearing ballet pumps or something like that with a very wide opening. But walking boots?

How?

"There I was stretched when you, my dear Watson, and all your following were investigating in the most sympathetic and inefficient manner the circumstances of my death. “At last, when you had all formed your inevitable and totally erroneous conclusions, you departed for the hotel and I was left alone."

Not even death can prevent Holmes from throwing shade at other investigators. 'inefficient'? "Erroneous" They're coming to the conclusions you arranged for them to come to.

"I took to my heels, did ten miles over the mountains in the darkness...,"

Don't try this at home, kids.

No really... do not attempt to make a ten mile trek over the alps in the dark. Just don't. Mountain rescue will not thank you.

"As to Mycroft, I had to confide in him in order to obtain the money which I needed."

You mean with your prodigious skills and intellect you couldn't work out any other way to make money. Like... get a job? Also, literally the first thing everyone knows about faking your own death is that you don't contact anyone from your old life. It's rule number one. Don't do it. This is basic stuff, Holmes. I expected better of you.

Always nice to get a Mycroft reference, though.

Florence, Tibet, Persia, Khartoum, Montpelier, Holmes really was out there doing the world tour on his family money while Watson thought he was dead. Classic. It's like canoe man all over again.

"I came over at once to London, called in my own person at Baker Street, threw Mrs. Hudson into violent hysterics, and found that Mycroft had preserved my rooms and my papers exactly as they had always been."

Let me get this straight.

You're in contact with your brother the whole time, who is sending you money

You do high profile things that are relevant to your previous interests (visiting the Dalai Lama/exploration under the name of Sigerson/short but interesting visit to the Khalifa of Khartoum that the foreign office needs to know about/scientific research in Montpelier)

The first thing you do when you're back in the country is go to your former residence with no disguise and reveal your not-dead status to your landlady (poor Mrs Hudson does not deserve this).

There is no way anyone other than Watson thinks you're dead at this point. You have literally checked every box of the 'How Not to Survive Witness Protection' checklist. Congratulations, Holmes. You are bad at being dead. Just casually putting up posters everywhere you go that say 'Sherlock Holmes woz ere'.

I don't know how he survived three years, smh.

Also, the fact that he had already thrown Mrs Hudson into 'violent hysterics' and then went and made Watson faint makes that whole thing worse. I get that it's at least in part misogyny, but did you really need to repeat that experiment, Holmes?

In some manner he had learned of my own sad bereavement, and his sympathy was shown in his manner rather than in his words.

RIP Mary Watson (nee Morstan), we hardly knew you. And honestly, neither did your husband.

I observed that as he stepped out he gave a most searching glance to right and left, and at every subsequent street corner he took the utmost pains to assure that he was not followed.

You literally went to Baker Street, Holmes. This is too little, too late. The horse has already bolted, stop locking the doors. I do know that this is all part of your master plan, but given that you were stupid about secrecy the entire time you were away, it's difficult to tell where you started laying a trap and when you were just being dumb.

As my eyes fell upon it I gave a gasp and a cry of amazement. The blind was down and a strong light was burning in the room. The shadow of a man who was seated in a chair within was thrown in hard, black outline upon the luminous screen of the window.

“The credit of the execution is due to Monsieur Oscar Meunier, of Grenoble, who spent some days in doing the moulding. It is a bust in wax.”

Sherlock Holmes here to remind you to always credit the original artist.

"You must remember that they knew, and only they knew, that I was still alive."

And yet they somehow did not keep track of Mycroft sending money overseas? I get that the Holmes boys are geniuses, but still. As previously mentioned, Holmes has not been subtle here. The bad guys are bad at their jobs. Shame on them. Shame on their cows.

"But I cared a great deal for the much more formidable person who was behind him, the bosom friend of Moriarty, the man who dropped the rocks over the cliff, the most cunning and dangerous criminal in London."

Who knew you were alive, but still somehow couldn't put together the myriad clues you were joyously dropping all over the planet for him. Full offence, but he's not that cunning.

"That is the man who is after me to-night, Watson, and that is the man who is quite unaware that we are after him.”

Anybody have a kernel of suspicion about who that might be?

[paladin-of-nerd-fandom65]

Dope answers buddy :)

1: Would Chris/Thara plus Jake/ Meredith get their own house or move into the Kent farm & Grayson place?

2: How much does Meredith know; does she only know about Jake or everything about the bat family? (Other heroes too)

3: How did Jake & maybe mar'i, first meet the super-twins?

4: What story would you write for the Grayson-Anders family?

5: What story would you write for the Super-Family?

Thanks man here’s some more @pin-crusher2000 ;-)

1) Chris/Thara: they would in a beachside home on the coast in the state Metropolis is within. Thara really appreciates the sunrise of the coast line while in turn Chris really likes how the moon looks at night when it reflects in the ocean water.

Jake/Meredith: Also Their own home; semi canonically at the very end of New Order, Jake and his family were living some suburbs of either Gotham or Bludhaven so it’s not hard to believe that Jake and Meredith might do the same in this timeline

2) Upon learning Jake is Skybird, she very quickly and correctly deduces that his family are Starfire, Nightwing and Nightstar respectively while his Uncle Tim is Robin but for the first two years, that’s where he knowledge would stop, until she builds enough trust and good word of mouth from Jake to the others to start learning over time. For instance it was until she was 13 she finally learned that his adoptive Grandpa Bruce was indeed the Batman and not that Bruce Wayne was living in Batman’s attic.

3) Chris introduced the Twins to both Mar’i and Jake almost about two weeks after Mon El and then arrived back on Earth after that big huge battles at Warworld. Almost immediately they actually all got along with the Twins especially so curious and full of questions about the Graysons and their Tamaranean heritage and customs.

4) Hmm….

For the whole family, I envision a long (about in the real world a half a year to one year long, biweekly scheduling in place) story arc having them travel throughout the stars putting on a space based circus tour, a sort of new intergalactic branch of Haly’s, running into many new friends and foes with the backdrop of sharing both Earthen and Tamaranean culture. Along the way, the family can have many encounters with not just the standard Blackfire and Wildfire but also maybe other space bound characters and teams in the DCU including but not limited to Adam Strange, Lobo, L.E.G.I.O.N, Planet Thanagar aka the planet Hawkman’s Nth Metal originated from, and maybe even a resident Green Lantern or two that pass by them (Ideally, Jessica Cruz and/or Tai Pham). The arc culiminates with The Graysons and their allies banding together and fending off a grand scale attack on Planet Tamaran itself and once successful, the epilogue sees that branch of the Circus give one last Grand Performance for the tour with the Flying Graysons as the headline act.

5) One day, Clark’s powers are starting to go haywire and out of control. The solar energy in his systems are overloading and threatening to cause him to explode. What’s worse though is that this explosion would be equivalent to a supernova which in way, through no fault of his own, Clark has the entire solar system and even the galaxy held hostage. Meanwhile, the anti alien Blue Earth Movement has gained unfortunate legitimacy with its representative being elected as President with vows to supposedly protect the Human race from any alien threat and place them as the superior species, no doubt having an ally in Lex Luthor. It’s a matter of the family trying to find ways to prevent Clark’s impending demise and save their world from not just that supernova but from in a way itself, especially as Blue Earth aligned super villains and even alien cosmic threats converge on our heroes, making their tasking all the harder. It’ll put their bonds and connections with each other to the test, not necessarily on how well they get along though that can certainly be all over but moreso on if it’ll be enough to overpower these great threats in their horizon. Minor Spoilers, Clark indeed survives his power overload and the Earth is safe there though the consequences would still linger afterwards

[evanox]

Astraean MC Falls Face First Into a Cafe on Earth (Felix-Centric)

A continuation of this request!! Sorry @gwenene @sweet-milky-tea705 for the delay!!

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"We're clooosed," Felix calls out, not bothering to look up from his book. Worst case scenario it's yet another customer stumbling their way in to make an order one minute before closing; best case scenario it's just the cafe ghost making a racket yet again. Felix swears this place is haunted but no one believes him.

She never told this to anyone, but Anisa has put so much thought into which tool in the bar is best fit to be a weapon, and now that a thief has come for her she can finally put that knowledge to use! Slowly she raises the porta-filter above her head and—oh my God, is your nose bleeding? The tool falls out of her hand and Anisa completely overlooks your fantastical get-up, far too focused on getting you an ice pack and some tissues after you've fallen face first into the floor.

You're from another realm called Astraea? Yeah sure Sage heard a few other crazy stories. This one might just take the cake since you're so committed to your bit.

Anisa is cautious but curious. Felix on the other hand is enchanted. That world you speak of sounds way too cool for him to care whether you've made it up or not. What's wrong with a writer committed to their bit if the world-building is on point?

All doubts vanish the moment you show off your magic. Only Sage remains slightly more skeptical—he's seen more impressive displays of sleight of hand; you're gonna have to do better. Freak him out by switching his ears for cat ears; now he's a believer.

Anisa has a million questions to ask and Felix brings his journal to take notes. When Anisa's done asking about the food and the knights and the royalty of Astraea, Felix starts grilling you about the magic system. How did you get your relic? How many other relic wielders are there? How do your abilities differ? What's magic school like? What are the chances he can cast magic too?

You're unsure if someone with neither relic nor magical heritage can cast magic, especially in a realm where these powers don't seem to exist. Perhaps you can get Felix started on sigils or potions until you figure out how to go back; surely, it can't be any more difficult than wielding these strange machines with which he concocted the delicious beverage he offered you.

Hell, you might not even be well-versed in magic yourself, but now you've got yourself an enthusiastic study partner—about time you opened these books your captain insisted you look into.

Anisa and Felix offer you a place to stay; Sage says he might have to check with his roommates before bringing someone in (wink wink) but otherwise you're still welcome.

Well, you've already promised Felix to teach him all about magic, so he becomes your earth tour guide until you figure out how to make your way back to Astraea.

Felix chalks it up to your fascination with a different realm more than anything, but he truly appreciates how intently you listen to his rambling about whatever. You're one of few people (if not the only one) to not react to his taxidermy hobby with repulsion or fear (you've probably seen far stranger things in Astraea).

For quite some time Felix has you up on this pedestal. You're a magical being from another realm and returning to your home is an inevitability. You, as far as Felix is concerned, are a star beyond his reach even when you're sitting in the same room together.

The longer you stay with him though, the more... normal you become. Not in a bad way of course, but you seem more human to him, therefore more approachable; perhaps he could even consider you a friend.

As soon as that mystifying veil drops, Felix feels like he's seeing you for the first time. He starts noticing the little quirks that make you you, and not just an Outlander from Another Realm: whether you're a morning bird or a night owl, how you like your breakfast, the sound of your laugh, your taste in fashion when he splurges on your new wardrobe, the little things you do when you're idle like humming to yourself or pacing around the house, etc.

He thought Anisa was a little silly for asking about knights and royalty when clearly, this mage from another realm had so much more valuable knowledge to offer! Now, however, Felix finds himself curious about the more trivial things in your world. Did you have ballrooms? Did you attend parties? Is there... any chance that you could dance with him?

It's an innocent question, really! It doesn't mean anything! But you're already pulling him up and towards you; it doesn't matter if neither of you is that good at dancing, what matters is that it's just the two of you right now, and you can dance like no one's watching because Stella has already fallen asleep on Felix's reading couch.

He's terribly stiff at first, caught off guard by your sudden proximity, but the longer you sway together the more he loosens up, throwing his head back and laughing freely when one of you stumbles over the other's feet. Then your footsteps fall into perfect tandem and you draw in closer and closer until you can feel his chest pressing against yours. There's a split second his eyes linger at your lips, which costs Felix his composure and sends him stumbling yet again.

A hopeless romantic like himself knows to find beauty both in the mundane and the strange but he truly believed that none of it was enough to impress you when your world has magic. Still, you regard all things new to you with a child-like wonder and he finds it very endearing, even if you're very subtle about it. Felix is quite the observant man when in love.

...In love? Felix's face glows a bright red the moment he realizes it. Hells, how does he always fall fast and hard?

You've even made him fall in love with making coffee, of all things. With your magic, you could easily enchant the cup and the ingredients to move of their own accord and fix your drink, yet you always choose to do it the long, boring way—something about the process, you'd always insist, and the effort that goes into it. (You just think the coffee machine is really neat, and wonder if Rivath has ever had something similar.)

Regardless of whether you feel the same way about him or not, Felix decides he wants to take you to all the wonderful places on Earth that he can afford if only to see the world through your eyes and fall in love with it all over again.

For now, though, you'll have to make do with the coffee shop and all the books there while Felix works; he feels bad about leaving you home alone without much to do. Tease him about how you don't mind spending an entire day with Stella, and there'll be just the slightest hint of jealousy to his pout.

If it's too early for anyone to have arrived, or if it's so late everyone has already gone home, Felix will show you how to operate the coffee machine since it fascinates you so much. You accidentally brush hands in the process and this man's soul ascends to heaven.

Finally, finally, he gets a potion/sigil to work and oh, the joy on his face makes all those sleepless nights so worth it. He takes you by the hand and shows off his work and you ask him to show you again, and again, and again, and he gladly obliges every time. Even Stella's interest is piqued when your excitement is so contagious it can be heard outside Felix's apartment.

The joy is short-lived though, as not too long after you announce you've finally figured out the way back to Astraea.

If you decide you want to stay longer on earth, he'll be so overcome with relief that he finds the confidence to finally confess to you. The moment you tell him you return his feelings, Felix feels like he could take on the world; he could travel abroad with you, find a new job, move to a better house, get married— Yes, yes, he wants to take it slow, but the man just can't help how his imagination runs wild when he's excited and in love.

If you're going back to Astraea, though, and you've got your portal ready, he'd feel very conflicted—he wants to tell you of his feelings so the what-ifs don't haunt him well after you leave, but at the same time, he wouldn't want to make the situation complicated or make you feel guilty for leaving.

So you'll have to take initiative this time: promise him that you'll come back to visit, and Felix will take your hands in his and promises to visit [distant place that drew your attention and you really wished you could see] together.

It occurs to him to ask whether he can follow you, but this whole time you've been teaching him to love his mundane life as it is; how could he let go so easily? Perhaps when you figure out a stable portal to go back and forth between realms, then, you can take him for a promised tour around Astraea.

Every day since your departure Felix has been tormented by his yearning. His coworkers had gotten used to the bored/sleepy expression he wore every day to work, but nowadays he looks like he's permanently lost in another world. Whenever something mildly entertaining happens, his eyes drift towards the beanbag you'd always sink into as you waited for his shift to end, and Felix wilts when he remembers you've already left.

And who would he share in his glee when he masters a new sigil?

Once in a while, when sleep won't grace his eyes, he'll play that melody to which you once danced the night away, and lets the sweet memory lull him to sleep. Sometimes he'll even pick up Stella and sway around with her, cooing at her like she's a fancy Victorian lady he's courting.

There's some solace to be found in writing letters. Felix knows he can't send them to you, but he likes to imagine how you'd react reading them, and what you might write him back. The letters are kept in a neat stack in a box he hides in his closet, and when you finally come back, he'll gift it to you so you can slowly unravel his heart and see all the ways he fell in love with you.

[ghouletteanon]

Mushy May: Day 24 - Tour de-stress

So @sonnenflamme mentioned they thought of Dusk aka the new ghoulette as a water/air hybrid, which gave me ideas that I wanted to explore. Prompt list for Mushy May can be found here, curated by the talented @forlorn-crows.

Relationships: Dusk/Mist

Summary: Dusk has had enough of touring after one week and calls her girlfriend. Slice of life angsty but with a mushy ending.

Word count: 1076

Rating: Gen

Dusk has been on tour for a week, and she feels like she can’t take it anymore. Everyone in the band had been wonderful to her, and the fans seemed to like her but for three rituals in a row she felt like there was something building inside her, gnawing at her and if she waits any longer, she will explode like a geyser.

Dusk locks herself in the bathroom of the hotel room she shares with Cirrus and Cumulus. She turns on the faucet in the bathtub, trying to drown out her voice with the sounds of running water as she calls the one number, she has saved on speed dial.

“Dusk! Oh, I’ve missed hearing from you.” Mist picks up immediately and Dusk feels like she can breathe for the first time in days. She had avoided calling her mate, only texting her as she had been scared that once she did, she would be overcome by longing.

“Hi Mimi,” the nickname slips Dusks’ lips and she sighs. It’s no use trying to hide her turmoil from the ghoul who had welcomed her topside when she was summoned as just another pair of hands to help at the Abbey.

“Oh, babe, let me just get to my room and we can video chat. Are the ghoulettes treating you alright?” Mist asks, and Dusk does not need to see Mist to know she is frowning. “I will kick their asses and sick Dew and Rain on them if they’ve been mean to you.”

“No, no, they’re alright. It’s just…” Dusk takes a deep breath. She hates letting her favorite person in the world down, but she must. She can hear Mist slam a door on the other side of the call. “I want to come home. I miss you so much and I love performing but…”

“I’m not going anywhere, but I’ll close this call and call you again over video, ok?” Mist says voice cool and collected, and Dusk has never wished more to be held by her mate. She always knew what to do and had a plan for everything.

“Okay, not going anywhere, love you,” Dusk mumbles into her phone and the call is over. She counts the seconds until her phone rings, her screen showing a photo of Mist making a silly face, in the middle of dyeing her death hawk.

“Oh babe,” Mist’s hair is in a sleek top knot instead of a styled death hawk and is wearing the work uniform of the library, but that does not matter to Dusk at all. She looks like a fallen angel, gorgeous in every way and Dusk wishes she could reach through the phone and hug her mate. “Talk to me, what’s wrong?”

“I just miss you so much and I wish I could share this with you,” Dusk sobs. She pushes her long hair off her face with her free hand, the other holding the phone shakily. She can see her ruined face paint in the small window in the corner of her screen, and it makes her cry even more. “The band is fine, but they’re not you. I want to come home to you and curl up in our nest and swim in the lake together.”

“I miss you too, but I’ve seen you perform, and you glow like nobody else,” Mist assures her mate. “Your talents serve the church and I’m so proud of you every night you climb up on that stage.”

Dusk shakes her head. She can hear the words, but she can’t listen to them. “I did not think it would be this hard when I took the job.”

“I know, and I found out I was not made for it either. But you finish your contract and then you come home to me, and we can teach music to all the kits in the nursery, right?” Mist tries to cheer her up, and Dusk must admit it works a little. Curse Mist and her knowledge of all her soft spots. “Are you ok if I call Rain and tell him to hang out with you or are you going to hang out with the ghoulettes tonight? Because you need a proper cuddle pile no matter what.”

Dusk considers her options. The ghoulettes are lovely, but right now her water side is calling to her. She has been indulging in her air side far too much lately. “You can send a message to Rain. I think I’m just going to soak and sleep in the bath tonight if he’s alright with that.”

“Thank you, babe,” Mist starts typing something and Dusk puts down her phone on the counter. She starts getting out of her sleeping clothes, not wanting them to get wet. “Alright, he’s on his way. Have you done any of the water exercises I told you to do after rituals?”

Dusk blushes. She had ignored them, as even thinking about water made her miss Mist. “I’m not going to lie to you and say I have. Blowing bubbles seems silly, and we haven’t had a hotel room with a bath before this.”

“No wonder you’re so pent up!” Dusk rolls her eyes at the patronizing tone Mist is using, even if Mist is right. “Why do I even teach you these things…”

Dusk lets Mist’s familiar rant roll over her as she checks the water temperature. She is already feeling better, and she begins sharing tour stories as they wait for Rain to arrive. Mist talks about her day at the archive and mentions how big the kits she’s been looking after in the nursery have become. Perhaps it’s not too bad to call Mist after all.

When there’s a knock on the door to the bathroom, Dusk is already feeling much better. Cirrus’ voice is heard from the other side, announcing, “Ducky, your favorite bass boy is here. He said there’s a water ghoul de-stress soak going on, you want to let him in?”

“One second!” Dusk picks up the phone again, blowing Mist a kiss and promising her to call every night instead. “I love you. I’m sorry I put off calling.”

“Love you, tell Rain I miss him and that I have comments about his performance!” Mist yells, and Dusk chuckles. Her girlfriend might not want to tour anymore, but she is still Rain’s mentor and it makes Dusk love her even more to know how much she cares.

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Ch. 2: Are You Hopeful Tonight?

Characters: Austin Butler!Elvis Presley x OFC, Austin Butler!Elvis Presley x black!fem!OFC

Chapter(s): 2/?

Chapter 1

Warnings: slow burn, fluff, angst, sexual situations, racial tension

Rating: M (Mature)

Word Count: 3.2K

Song Inspo: You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feelin’, It’s Now or Never, Trying to Get to You - Elvis Presley

Summary: Hope attempts to juggle the pressure of sharing intimate details nearly two decades after Elvis’s passing in a television interview. Reminiscing is not only painful but awkward as she shares Elvis and herself with the world.

A/N: Thank you for the kind words, likes, and reblogs. I’ve loved writing for our little community within the fandom!

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Chapter 2

1991 “Tonight,” Oprah stared at the camera while leaning into the arm of her chair. “We are joined by some of the most important women in Elvis’s life. Recently after her book was published, we learned that Hope Haynes is one of those women. Welcome, Hope.” She said smoothly and met my eyes. My heart felt as if it would break free from my ribcage. I knew it came with the territory or that I could deny the interviews. As keen as Priscilla had felt to keep Elvis’s memory alive, I had felt the same in an entirely different light.

“Thank you for having me, Oprah. It’s all so very unforeseen. Despite writing the book from my perspective, I only care about how Elvis has been portrayed.” I said with an exhale. Clasping my hands together, flashes of memories passed behind my eyes in a glazed look. I prayed it went unnoticed.

“You do so well explaining that in Are You Hopeful Tonight? I must admit. It’s the most harrowing and detailed piece of non-fiction I’ve read in some time. Fourteen years have passed since Elvis’s death. You come forward now. Why?” Oprah squinted though her tone was kind.

“Well… It’s something I kept quiet for a long time. I expected to die with this knowledge. Colonel Tom Parker was part of why it was difficult to have a future with Elvis. We all know now after the estate sued him, he was more hands-on than he needed to be. That Fight the Power song didn’t sit well with me either. Calling Elvis a racist was wrong. A generation of kids just pointing the finger was upsetting,” I wrung my hands. “Anyone who knew Elvis in the black community and music business such as B.B., Sammy Davis, Jr.--the list goes on--knows that he didn’t have a bad bone in his body.” 

“It must be painful to watch from a distance with what you know. Were you in his life much leading up to his passing?” Oprah said woefully and placed her hand on her chin.

“Not as much as I wished once he neared the end of his life… I think I’ll always regret letting the distance grow between us. I had to move on eventually, as did he. Writing the book was a time machine waiting to happen.” 

1956

The engine to Elvis’s Cadillac shut off with the turn of his wrist. I started to reach for the door handle and Elvis stopped me with a sound from his throat. “Don’t even think about it. Let me walk you to your door.” He protested after stepping halfway out of the car. I stayed put and sat back into the seat. The car felt too silent without Althea. I was wary of Daddy being there to open the door to see me with a white man. If he did, I silently pleaded with God that he would be forgiving as it was Elvis Presley. The ruckus alone when getting out to the car had been tempestuous. Although I looked just like the women outside of Club Handy, the disapproving whispers had been enough to make me feel silly. Elvis walked around the front of the car to pull open my door the rest of the way. I stepped out and pulled my pocketbook onto my arm, taking the hand proffered before me. He was warm and steady as he had been in the middle of the dancefloor.

 “I’d like ta see you again,” Elvis started as he led me to my door. “If you would be so kind as to give me your number or write down your address. The touring never stops, of course. This is the longest I’ve gone in a while without being on stage. I go to Hollywood not long now. But, when that’s settled, I think it would be good ta hear from you.” He stopped at the front door after we made it onto the porch.

“I--I don’t know what to say to that. You know how people feel about race mixin’. We couldn’t even be in the same restaurant if we wanted.” I looked down at our conjoined hands. Seeing such a stark difference in front of me felt strange at the time.

“We don’t need a restaurant. Come for supper at my place. You could meet my mama and daddy. Patsy and my mama will cook a fine meal that would beat the socks off’a any restaurant, Hope.” Elvis spoke decidedly. How he looked at me made me think it was possible to live in his fantasy world. What worried me most was his family wasn’t as kind as he said. I sighed and shook my head with a light chuckle. Digging out a notepad and pen, I scribbled my name, phone number, and address for the star. There was nothing but lightning bugs, heavy silence of the night, and a cool breeze grazing our faces. The tug and pull of the paper seemed loud once it was free. It caused me to look up again to the windows where the light inside the den was lit. Elvis grabbed the piece of paper and stepped forward. I naturally tensed up at the closeness as if I had not been held by him the hour before. 

“I think you should write down that address for me.” I said, holding the notepad up with the pen. It was a quick way of stopping him in his tracks. 

“Oh, is that right?” Elvis grinned. He pocketed the first page I gave him to take the pen and notepad. He wrote out the address in quick sharp cursive and handed it all back to me. I peered down at the address 1034 Audubon Dr with mild glee. Staring at it didn’t make it feel any more real. Elvis placed one of his palms over mine and leaned in. 

“Good night, Hope.” He whispered. Lips brushed the side of my cheek before he pulled away.

I had no time to react while he strode back to his car. He always had a way about himself. The charisma and charm were never-ending. I wanted to hate how girlish and in awe I felt. His presence had drawn me in tenfold. 

I didn’t hear from him for a month. 

Too far from my mind, Elvis taking on Hollywood, I at the time had no recollection of the small tidbit. A worn diary entry jogged my memory alone. 

August 28th, 1956

Dearest Diary,

There had been nothing more fascinating to talk to you about until Elvis Presley waltzed into Club Handy. I don’t want to divulge much in hopes of not winding myself up (as you can see from the emptiness and skipped entries). He has my number and address as I have his… 

He’s been on my mind since I saw his piece in TIME magazine. Probably the most vulnerable I’ve ever seen any celebrity be. Last I read in the papers, he’s off in Hollywood filming a motion picture. An expected hit. I haven’t heard from him since that night. The days drag while I wait for his call and think it’s too good to be true. He owed me nothing. All the time spent thinking ‘what if’ and being generally upset feels wasteful. There was still no good reason why Elvis Presley would put his fame at risk for me. At least, I don’t think so. 

-H

September 20th, 1956

He called.

The audacity of this man. I’d ask, ‘who does he think he is?’ but we all know damn well who. I don’t think I can even truly express the flood of anger and annoyance filling me up to the brim. 

Yet, I’m happy he did.

-H. xx

My mama was the one who got to the phone. I had no reason to expect a call after the amount of time that passed. My little sister, Bev, sat between my legs on the floor while I plaited her hair. I was humming when mama broke me from my reverie.

“Hope, baby, it’s for you.” She called from the kitchen. Mama was hard to read. I got up, expecting it to be Aletha or anyone else.

“Who is it?” I asked slowly. My eyes dropped to where the receiver pressed to her bosom. 

“A kind boy who says he’s Elvis. There’s only one kinda man with that name.” She raised a brow and offered the phone to me at last. I must have looked as wide-eyed as I felt. My cheeks were hot, sweat beading on my nose. I was beginning to wish he had written instead.

“Thank you, mama. I’m sure it’s a…coincidence,” I beamed and walked towards where the phone's cord met its plug. My back was left to my family and I leaned into the wall in quiet excitement. “Elvis? Hello, stranger. I would have thought you were too big for the likes of me.”

“Hope, you are one of the most memorable people. A taste of home don’t compare to these big wig folk.” He responded effortlessly.

Another thing about arriving at Elvis Presley’s home was that it wasn’t short of fanatics outside. It was a sight that the modern eye could barely fathom—milling young women by the dozen surrounding a meek gate. The car was dense in metal while the window's glass was thin. Riding in the passenger seat, I could hear open curiosity as to who I was when we pulled up in one of a few of Elvis’s cars towards his home. My anxiety was far too high to fathom putting it into words then. The majority, if not all, were white women and questioned what I was doing on that side of town. Comments of ‘oh, she must be the maid’ or something along those lines followed after me like a shadow. The words dug into my chest and clawed at my heart. Elvis must have noticed from how he peered at me once he parked. The chiffon scarf at my neck felt too tight while I tried to play timidly. His hand met mine in my lap as I lowered my eyes to where they met. I gave him a half-hearted smile while he squeezed once in quiet confidence and dismissal. Unaffected, Elvis bounded out of the Cadillac and opened my door for me as he had a month ago. Between watchful eyes and the people inside I was about to meet, my stomach churned. He waved towards the awaiting fans from the front of the car. Elvis took my hand once at the passenger door and led me out while strangers called from the road. I could hear the click and snap of personal cameras. He didn’t act fazed at all. It wasn’t something I would ever grow accustomed to. I didn’t want to. My eyes only ever were for him by that point. 

“You’re nervous, huh, darlin’?” He asked and pushed the car door shut behind me. 

“I can’t help but be with everyone starin’. Worse if your mama doesn’t like me,” I whispered. “Please tell me my lipstick isn’t on my teeth?” I smoothed out my dress and kept my eyes downcast from the flock. Elvis placed a hand on my back and led me toward the door. 

“You don’t have nothin’ ta be worried bout,” He answered sweetly and pushed the door open. “Sattnin, daddy! I’m home. C’mon and introduce yourselves.” He called out. Elvis smiled at me and winked as we passed the threshold. Nothing to be worried about would be ideal if my skin color was lighter and my hair was dissimilar to wool. I watched as Elvis’s mother rounded a corner with a beer bottle. She smoothed her free hand down her dress and offered me a smile. Vernon appeared from another room and postured himself against the nearby entryway. 

“It is a pleasure to meet you, Mister and Misses Presley. It’s lovely to be here.” I said. My eyes roamed the foyer while my heart felt like it wouldn’t slow down enough.

“You as well, Hope. Dinner is almost ready.” Gladys smiled. She fiddled with the beads of her pearl necklace absentmindedly.

“You’d better have come hungry.” Vernon grinned in return.

After dinner, Elvis convinced me to go to his room. My mind was running a million miles per minute to understand what would be his reasoning. He assured me in quiet words that it would be better to spend time alone and to go ahead to avoid attention. Mothers had senses like a hawk. I wanted to avoid the wrath of Misses Presley my first time meeting her. Regardless, I was in Elvis’s bedroom and too afraid to sit on the bed or touch anything. I left the door cracked and clasped my hands together. After five minutes, I grew bored and looked closely at a few photographs. I picked up the silver frame holding one of Elvis and his parents as a boy.

“What you lookin’ at?” Elvis asked from the door. I nearly jumped out of my skin. My face grew hot since I didn’t hear him push the door open. Glancing over at him, I put the photo back in its place and turned towards Elvis.

“I was starting to think you weren’t coming. I’ve never been in a bedroom this big.” I spoke carefully. “Are you sure it’s no issue being in here?”

“Well, as long as we keep our voices down, and they don’t travel to Dodger’s room, I’m sure we’ll be alright,” He grinned as if entertained by the thrill. He further explained to me how everyone retired to the family room, teasing. “Sit with me, Hope.” Elvis crossed the room and sat down on the end of his bed. My eyes were the first to follow him along with my body. He pat the spot next to him when he saw I wasn’t moving. My legs started moving on their own until I was next to him in seconds. We were close enough I felt the heat coming off of him. I crossed one leg over the other, wondering about the star’s intentions. Meeting his parents gave me enough confidence to feel secure in what he wanted. Elvis was still a man with needs. My father huffed and puffed about the dark desires of men for too long for me to ignore. 

“You must have been busy filming your movie. Are you nervous?” I asked softly. My fingers played with the ends of the scarf at my neck, a nervous habit.

“I’m always nervous about somethin’. Like it runs in the Presley blood. I’ve always wanted this since I was a youngin’, you know? Once I could understand what it meant to be in the public eye. Here, let me turn on some music.” Elvis offered and bound from the bed to rifle through his record collection. He turned slightly to hold up Fats Domino’s Here He Comes Again! Album causing my eyes to widen. Elvis drew the vinyl out of its pouch and dropped the needle. He returned to my side again after setting the volume to give them enough privacy and room to talk. 

“The world is a scary place. What’s scarier is not following your dreams or your heart.” I admitted while I tried to relax. The music was soothing. Not that we were doing anything wrong. I seldom was alone with a man.

“And what dreams do you want to come true?” He asked while watching me. Elvis’s eyes carried a weight to them as I met him halfway. His sincerity was nearly staggering. My eyes dropped to his full lips before the guilt caused me to look elsewhere. Elvis placed a curved finger under my chin to meet his eyes again.

“I… Maybe, one day, I can own a cafe or bookstore. A place of refuge. I’m not sure it will ever be more than a dream.” I muttered shyly. His hand moved to spread across my cheek to keep my attention on him. 

“You seem like a smart girl, Hope. Too smart for me, probably.” He let out a low laugh. The sound of it warmed me. I wanted to be the reason he laughed every day and hear his aspirations. “You never know what might happen,” Elvis spoke with something else behind his words. I wasn’t aware at the time how much of a giver he was until years later. Staring at him again, Elvis held my gaze while I leaned closer and rested my hand on his knee. I knew I would regret it if I didn’t allow myself to close the gap. He did it for us. We melted together and soon were lying on our sides. His hand slid to the middle of my back to draw me in. I should stop him--should was the keyword. 

A rumbling noise of approval from him went straight to my core. I carded a hand through soft strands that were deceptively longer than they looked. A few minutes had passed and they were getting too close. Elvis started to draw back, breathing heavily. I didn’t want it to stop and tried to press in again. Elvis stopped me. “Hope…” He panted and pushed up onto his elbow. “We should stop now before we get any worse.” 

“Is it something I’m doin’?” I asked half-heartedly. 

“No, no. Nothing at all. I think I would be remiss to ruin things by going too fast. It would be better to…hold off.” He responded almost as if embarrassed. I didn’t need to see it to know what I felt pressed against me. “Let’s take a breather and talk. I want to hear more about this cafe bookstore thing you’ve got goin��� on in that pretty head of yours.” He rolled over onto his back. I moved to sit up and straightened my skirt to pull it back down.

“And you need to show me what other negro artists you’re coveting over there.” I gave him a reassuring smile. A third time I bent to his will since knowing him. The ache was distracting initially. I found myself enraptured by our conversations and showing one another our favorite songs on each album we managed to get through. The fondest memory that always stuck with me was the sound of Frank Sinatra’s voice singing Mood Indigo surrounding us. I wasn’t as hesitant as I’d been in Club Handy and sunk into his arms. His strength somehow gave me less to worry over. I’d forgotten about the fans on the drive and his family beyond the room. One of the last times I would feel safe in his arms.

“You weren't the only one who says Elvis was their first love.” Oprah perched her chin onto her hand and stretched her index finger over her lips. 

“Elvis was the kind of person that you couldn’t help loving. He was a flirt and a go-getter. As much of an entertainer he was, Elvis was also a lover. He had so much to give. Too much that he didn’t see when he was beyond his breaking point in all forms.”  

A/N: Been looking into so many real-life events to keep it interesting. I finished Elvis and Me a couple days ago before I originally started on this. I was so wrapped up in it and finished it in two days. So many details surprised me and even threw me off that I had to sit with my thoughts for a few days. Anyhow, might skip ahead in the timeline to speed things up in the next chapter! Please let me know if you want to be tagged. Taglist (some people couldn't be tagged for some reason): @wonderprince @4niah @matchaluvr123 @mirandastuckinthe80s

[blasphemysblood]

The Joseph's house was all quiet and, after a couple beers, it wasn't anymore.

There's not a single drop of mercy in Josh's movements and it's hard for Tyler to keep his mouth shut, whimpering softly against his boyfriend's ear. "Please, don't stop" he cries in a sly tone, knowing that he shouldn't be talking at all. The look in the taller's face could make him finish instantly, but Tyler also knew that if he came without permission he'd be fucked.

Josh squeezed Tyler's hands together above his head, remembering his sub who was in charge in the situation. Tyler wasn't even able to see the other's hand when it hit his face, only feeling the scrumptious pain fulfilling his cheek. Five fingers went down his face to grip onto his jaw, drawing his attention.

"I do whatever the fuck I want with you, slut" Josh whispered, almost leading the other one straight to his orgasm. None of them were skilled enough into this type of treatment and it ended up being amusing, the way Josh could bruise and insult Tyler without remorse, fully aware that the smaller would love it.

At a loss for words Tyler just gripped his boyfriend's hair tightly and kissed him, unloading all his dirty wishes inside the other's mouth. Josh played along but immediately getting control of it too, his tongue establishing a lazy, slow rhythm. Exploring each centimeter of his mouth while maintaining the torturous movements on the sub's cock, gradually going from the base to the tip, clutching a bit and repeating it, twisting his wrist at the end of every variation just like Tyler liked.

It's kinda funny after all how Josh was the one to break Tyler's persona, showing him — and the world — what kind of man he was. Not that anyone knew he was responsible for the enormous amount of hickeys and bruises that randomly appeared on Tyler's body, that's the kind of knowledge that would be bad for the band's image, but they know somebody out there did it. Somebody out there made the straight top guy realize he's actually gay and mainly bottom, and the prize goes entirely to Josh Dun.

Oh to be the first and only one able to see Tyler like that, clenching the couch's arm, arching his back, squinting his eyes and moaning their name so desperately. Josh felt honored, lucky even. That's why he got used to being kind and letting his boy do anything, but now it wasn't for Tyler's pleasure. It was for his own — which, technically, meant Tyler's too, but i'm not the one telling you that.

Their affair started long ago, somewhere around 2016, the Emotional Roadshow World Tour striking around the globe. If someone asked they wouldn't know when exactly their friendship upgraded a level, but it sure was for better. Someday, walking to the dressing room and feeling all the energy from the concert spreading through his body, Tyler simply attacked Josh's lips. They obviously proceeded to think it was an only situation kind of thing, that thought didn't last longer. Between the two years of touring there was a lot of rumors about how close they got on stage, how strange it was for two men and all the homofobic agenda. It was easy to play it off since they always were that close, without the benefits of course.

Now it's been thereabout two years, Bandito Tour got announced and the band met up to prepare for the first show, that took place in the next day. Needless to say that it ended up being only another one of their excuses, since not a single word about music was exchanged.

"Josh, fuck-" he interrupted himself with a loud moan, squinting his eyes once again and opening it to search for his dom's, trembling a little. "Please, let me cum- I'll make it up for you". Having to ask for something he used to get so easily used to be humiliating at the beginning of it all, but he's kinda into it by now.

"I'm sure you will, darling" these words alone could kill Tyler, combined to the constant stimulation at his private parts and the feral look Josh gave him, he was lost. Partially covered into his own cum, the sub rushed and kneeled in front of his master, working straightforwardly to unbutton his jeans and get his cock out. It was actually his favorite job to please Josh with his mouth, and he was fucking good at it. "Good boy" the taller one spoke, grabbing his sub's hair to help him accomplish the task given.

Tyler took every inch of Josh with majesty, relaxing his throat and letting it fill completely. It was almost like his mouth was designed to take his boyfriend's dick. A tear ran down his eye as he moved away, sliding his tongue at the top of it, knowing so damn well the sensitive spots. Josh's hand was there only to keep his sub's hair out of the way, not making a single move to interrupt his perfect work. His lips separated as the man let himself be a little noisy, praising his boy for being so good to him. He didn't last much longer, flooding Tyler's mouth, that obediently swallowed the liquid. The boy even cleaned his lips with his fingertips, licking it right after and smiling gladly. "Thank you, Jish".

Yeah, Josh felt extremely lucky.

Oh, only if he could be proud of it.

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[anonarat]

I've spent the last week or so in London doing a number of things, so I figured I'd do a quick rundown on here:

Saturday I went to see Dune part 2. Honestly, it was quite disappointing in that it was a 7/10 film where I hoped for a 9/10. It didn't really pay off the promises of part 1, and the changes from the book were far more noticeable.

I then went to the Jeff Wayne's War of the Worlds Experience. This was another 7/10 where I hoped for a 9/10. It actually reminded me a lot of what York Dungeon is currently like, albeit with some VR bits (Thunderchild being a particular highlight). To my suprise it wasn't the VR that set off my motion sickness, but a sort of planetarium thing they did for Brave New World.

Sunday was spent with my parents, brother, sister-in-law and my nieces for Mothers Day. It was a nice get together.

Monday I went to the Natural History Museum. Thanks to the advice of a friend, I went in through the side entrance and there was no queuing at all. I was surprised to discover (to my delight), that about 1/3 was geology, and I spent about 2/3 of my time in the geology section. Land of the Lustrous has definitely warped my perception of such things. Speaking of, I did manage to see one piece of phosphophyllite, as well as many other major characters.

I also went to see Operation Mincemeat. This was a time when I was expecting a 9/10 show and it delivered. I'm pretty sure I laughed more in that 3 hour period than I had in the previous 6 months.

Tuesday I lay around and read in preparation for Wednesday.

Wednesday was why I was even down in London in the first place. Ado's world tour playing in Troxy. I arrived an hour before the merch line was due to open and it took about 3 1/2 hours, but I got the merch I wanted, so a win I guess. Rather than immediately queuing for entry, I went to a nice Turkish restaurant nearby. My back then reminded me that I'm no longer young and I'd just been standing outside in the cool for a while.

Next was (more) queuing for the concert. At least I'd sprung for a VIP ticket, so it was comparatively painless; plenty of other people have commented on the GA queue. The cloakroom was also pretty straightforward.

My feelings on the concert itself are complicated. Now I'll admit it was partly my fault as I later learned, but without earplugs, the audio wasn't the best. It was crowded and loud.

And yet it was the most overall positively memorable experience out of everything. Some highlights included:

I was in the 3rd row, so you can spot me in at least one of the promotional videos. I'm pretty sure I'm in the other as well, but it moves too fast to be sure.

Ado's outfit. While you could only make out the general shape, it looked sharp.

Tot Musica - it normally goes hard, but with an entire audience singing along, it was phenomenal

While Ado does sing in silhoutte, you can occaisionally catch a glimpse of her, not enough to make out her face, but... at the end of Kura Kura I think I saw a big smile (in profile). It was less than a second, but it was a reminder that Ado was enjoying this just as much as we were.

Ado's MC in English.

Odo.

The other fans. Even with all the queuing and waiting they brought some great energy and helped each other out.

Going forward, I'm not really sure concerts are for me. But perhaps now armed with further knowledge, I might consider it. At least I'd be sorely tempted to see Ado again.

When I left, my everything hurt, including getting a ringing in my right ear for about 24 hours. There was a moment on the DLR where I was facing another fan, and we nodded at each other in acknowledgement of how we were both wiped, but happy.

Thursday was scheduled for recovery, and I spent most of the morning lounging about, but I decided to go and do some London shopping. I basically walked up through Soho and ended at Forbidden Planet. During this time I managed to snag The Moon on a Rainy Night volume 2, which had been rather elusive.

Kuzushiro is probably my favourite yuri mangaka at present.

Friday I went to the Tate Britain, as I don't think I'd visited it before. It was fine. My personal preference was for the Turners where he did architectural scenes. Then I went to see the Frozen musical.

It was good. It painted Elsa's parents in a better light than the movie did, and I appreciated that they gave Kristoff more songs. However, they cut For the First Time in Forever (Reprise) and replaced it with a different song. Considering that's my favourite song on the soundtrack, I was disappointed. The replacement was fine.

Saturday I visited a friend who lives down South. It was really good to see her again. That evening I went up to Camden Town and had some good street food.

Sunday, I returned to my home.

[weshipyourride]

2023 MADE Recap

Handmade bike enthusiasts were in for a treat this past weekend at Zidell Yards in Portland, Oregon for MADE, where more than 150 builders came together to show off their custom-crafted bikes. As the official shipping service of one of the bike industry’s newest events, Bikeflights was there to not only check out all the bikes but also to help builders get their bikes to and from the show.

In the bike industry, shows come and go. Does anyone remember Interbike or the National Bicycle Tourism Conference? And ever since the demise of the North American Handmade Bike Show (affectionately known as “NAHBS” to many) three years ago, there’s been a conspicuous hole in the calendar for those who love to ride, or even just admire handbuilt bikes. Fortunately, the brand new, multi-day Made expo, which was announced earlier this spring, brings back an opportunity for the cycling public to enjoy both the artistry and craftsmanship of builders from across the U.S. and around the world. The event was held mostly outdoors at a unique venue that used to be an industrial waterfront.

Bikeflights Gordon Wadsworth, Michael Potter, William Alcorn and Sue George set up an onsite shipping center early last week to receive builders’ bikes ahead of the show. Throughout the week, they also ran the Bikeflights booth at the expo, connecting with many riders of all types, some of whom had previously used our service and some who were new to it. And, of course, we were also there at the end to receive builders’ bikes and help get them underway back home or to the customers who’d purchased them.

Something that really struck us about the show was the mixture of established, well-known builders like Fat Chance, Moots and Mike DeSalvo and newer, lesser-known builders like Fabbro Industries, Swood Cycles and Liberation Fab. There were also some in-between brands that have been around for a bit, but are just becoming more well-known like No. 22, Chumba and Officina Battaglin. At a time when the industry as a whole is trying to figure out how to recover from a post-COVID inventory glut and bike sales slump, the presence of many younger brands and the enthusiasm of their builders was a breath of fresh air that bodes well for the future of the sport.

It’s rare that we get to do big industry events in the same city as our headquarters, so we made the most of that opportunity, tapping into Bikeflights’ President William Alcorn’s local knowledge of the many roads and bike paths in and around Portland. Every morning, before heading to the show, we’d get up early and spin our legs – anywhere from a quick one-hour pedal to a nearly 50-mile gravel tour.

And while the August haze never did clear enough for us to actually catch a glimpse of any of the four nearby volcanos, we nonetheless made the most of our surroundings, doing things like stopping to smell the roses at a local rose garden and enjoying tasty post-ride pastries outside at a local bakery.

Another highlight of our time at the show was a Chris King factory tour, led by the legendary Chris King himself. Mr. King not only gave us the history of the company but also showed us in great detail through their state-of-the-art manufacturing process, which the company has honed over almost five decades. For those who aren’t familiar with the brand, Chris King makes a variety of bike components but is perhaps best known for its bearings, hubs and headsets.

As with all industry events, it’s the people as much as the products that make the show, and throughout the week, we enjoyed the opportunity to catch up with cycling friends and colleagues from near and far.

To wrap things up, we’re sharing some of our favorite bikes from the show.

Chumba Sendero

Liberation Fabrication

Swood Cycles

Argonaut Cycles RM3

Mone Bikes

Officina Battaglin Portofino G No. 13

Fabbro Industries Type 57X

We’re already looking forward to next year, and can’t wait to see what exciting new bikes the builders will bring to Portland in 2024!

All photos – except the ones featuring Bikeflights, Chris King and the rose garden – are courtesy of Made and were taken by Chris Hornbecker, Robert Huff and Dylan VanWeelden.

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BTS Reaction || Interviewer Is Asking Inappropriate Questions [Request]

MASTERLISTS

SEOKJIN:

The interview was going well between you and Jin with a magazine that was announcing your relationship. The two of you were finally coming out to the world and letting everyone know the truth about you. 

All of the questions you had expected to be asked had been asked, all of the usual ones, "how did you meet?" "When did you begin to date?" "what was your first date together?" but as the interview went on it began to get weirder with the questions until it finally reached the final one.

"Do the two of you share a bed together and what do you wear?" The room fell into silence as you blinked down at the floor, not entirely sure what to say or do in a situation since you had never done something like this before. 

"That's enough," Jin called out sternly as he looked at you, you didn't dare look away from the floor as you heard people beginning to pack up. 

"Baby-"

"Are they allowed to ask things like that?" You stuttered out, voice cracking as you looked at Jin who was instantly turning red in the face. 

"No," He left you there for a couple of seconds, disappearing to go and speak with someone while you stared back down at the floor. The thought of meeting anyone's gaze inside of the room was enough to make you sick,

"Baby, come on," Jin called out as he took you close to him, promising you that everything was going to be taken care of while you were out of the room. Jin had demanded that the entire interview be deleted and that he, and the boys, would no longer do press interviews with the magazine that had dimed it fit enough to ask those kinds of questions.

YOONGI:

Your interview with Yoongi and a reporter was a casual one, the three of you were going for a tour around the house that you and Yoongi shared together. The interviewer had observed that your home was large and had huge windows that could easily be looked through by your neighbours. It was an odd statement but both of you brushed it off as them admiring the home that the two of you had bought together.

"Do you ever have a problem with sasaengs following you?" The question was directed at you and you shook your head, throughout your time with Yoongi you had been lucky enough not to have dealt with them. To your knowledge that was, Yoongi had been on edge about it and always made sure there was a guard to watch at all times.

"Nope, I've never really had an issue with anyone coming up to me," You smiled as you reached the garden area of your home, it was huge and open so that you had an amazing view of the city.

"Do you typically spend your summer sunbathing in the garden?" The interviewer asked as he spotted a pool with sun loungers beside them,

"We usually try and swim a lot, we love to swim." You laughed a little as Yoongi nodded in agreement,

"Must be hard. If cameras are watching you I'm sure they'll be some indecent images of you floating around somewhere," The way the man had phrased his sentence didn't sit right with you or Yoongi as you looked at one another clearly not knowing what to do.

"What would happen if one of those were to get out?"

"Is that a threat?" Yoongi quickly asked as he stared at the man who shifted uncomfortably on the spot. 

"N-No! No! No, I was just- It was just a question!" The man instantly began to stumble over his words, turning red as he tried to tell Yoongi that it wasn't what he had meant at all.

"I think we can finish now," Yoongi told him bluntly as you looked over at him, smiling weakly as you both tried to force smiles on for the camera.

HOSEOK:

It was typical to have weird questions in interviews but never inappropriate ones. Over the years of you being friends with idols, you'd been asked so many questions you learnt to ignore if they were inappropriate. Brushing them under the rug and pushing past them but today was different, today you were giving an interview with your boyfriend and you couldn't ignore certain questions that were going to be asked.

"You've been spotted with a lot of idols, Yn-"

"Because I'm close friends with them," You smiled as you cut off the man giving the interview, you could already sense where his statement was going to go. It wasn't that you didn't want to answer it but you knew that Hoseok was going to respond well to it.

"Out of those idols how many of them have you slept with?" There it was. The question that seemed to be on everyone's mind whenever they saw a female with a male idol as if they could not be friends.

"I don't see what that has to do with us," Hoseok stepped in with a deep frown, there was no way going to allow you to get spoken to in such a way.

"It doesn't bother you that she slept around-"

"It only bothers me that people simply imply that she has, as she stated they were friends and nothing more," He cut him off not wanting to have you deal with someone completely ignorant toward you.

"I ask you to apologize and this interview is over," Hoseok said abruptly as you smiled weakly at him, you knew this was supposed to be an important interview for the two of you but neither of you wanted to continue after this.

NAMJOON:

Sitting on the sofa with Namjoon while being filmed was surreal to you, something that you never thought you were going to get used to doing. There were hundreds of eyes on you on set as well as five different cameras all pointed in your direction to get the perfect angles, 

"So, we know that you guys have been seeing one another for a while was there any kind of spark before you officially started dating?" You frowned at the question,

"Of course there was a spark, t-that's what led us to date," You let out a nervous giggle as the man doing the interview shook his head, laughing loudly as people in the audience began to join in. That alone made you feel uncomfortable, to be laughed at in front of hundreds of people and the man that you loved. 

"That's not exactly what we meant, we meant did the two of you hook up before or after you started dating?" The room fell into silence as the audience "Oo'd" and some even mumbled that it was a dumb question. It wasn't as though you and Namjoon were ever going to answer something so inappropriate in front of people you barely knew.

"I'm sorry?" You questioned but Namjoon put his hand onto your knee, giving it a squeeze, 

"What Yn meant to say was, that it's none of your business." You'd never heard Namjoon speak this way with anybody, even when he was truly pissed at reporters he was always so well held together.

"We meant not offensive it's just a question-"

"You had no right to ask such a thing, it's private." This time you squeeze namjoon, giving him a weak smile as you shook your head. Whispering that it wasn't worth the backlash he would get and the interviewer continued with less inappropriate questions even if Namjoon wanted to storm out.

JIMIN:

Your engagement to Jimin had been the topic on everyone's lips lately and you were finally doing an interview to answer questions people had been flooding you with for days. You were on set with a lovely man and woman who were going to be asking questions they'd been sent as well as their own. It had all been going amazingly, you were being respected by everyone on set as well as in the questions.

"We have another one here," The male interview smiled as he looked down at the card, a blush beginning to appear on his cheeks as you smiled.

"Are you a virgin and were you saving yourself for only Jimin?" The man knew he'd done wrong the second he finished reading and was being cornered by three of the guards that were with Jimin at all times. You felt yourself beginning to heat up in embarrassment as you looked over at Juimin searching for words to say but there was nothing either of you could say right now. 

"I deeply apologise for my co-worker's actions...We weren't given a chance to read the questions before we came out...He still never should have read the card." The female reporter said as you stared down at the floor, the cameras still rolling live on air for everyone to see this, there was nothing anyone could say that would make this all go away. Jimin took your hand in his as you both tried to end the interview early, wanting nothing more than to go home. To your relieve the interview didn't take long to be forgotten about, but not before the interviewer was urged to step down.

TAEHYUNG:

Throughout the whole of your interview, you had to deal with constant digs at your appearance and the way you are as a person. It wasn't anything to bring major attention to it but Taehyung had noticed and it bothered him.

"Do you plan on going to higher education or getting any kind of job in the future?" The question stung as you stared at Taehyung, this was supposed to be about your relationship together not your personal life. Not to mention that you had first spoken about how you were planning on going back to higher education but that this had nothing to do with anyone interviewing you. 

"I don't see what that has to do with our relationship," You scoffed,

"Well, it ties into the next question." You nodded waiting for the woman to continue, Taehyung was turning red in the face as he stared forward. Already wanting to end this and make sure nothing was ever spoken about it again, he'd made it clear that you were supposed to be asked questions only about your relationship.

"Are you planning on using Taehyung for his money, will you both be signing some sort of prenup?" That was all it took for Taehyung to stand up and shake his head, 

"We're not doing this anymore." He said bluntly, turning to you and holding out his hand for you to take. 

"There is no way I'm going to sit here and listen to this," He told you as you both began to head out of the room, ignoring the pleas for you to stay.

JUNGKOOK:

Ever since your engagement announcement, you and Jungkook had been doing non-stop interviews with different interviewers for both written and video interviews. Today, however, was finally the last one and you couldn't wait for them to be over. All of them had been near enough the same, with pre-approved questions from HYBE and the interviewer.

"So, before you go with have something for you both." The interviewer smiled as a cake was slowly brought into the room and placed in front of you. On top was a photo of you and Jungkook together looking happy as ever, 

"Oh whoa! Thank you," You giggled looking down at the cake and back to Jungkook who was already smiling widely at you. The two of you had been given flowers as gifts but this was the biggest thing an interviewer had done for you.

"This is incredible," Jungkook laughed as he glanced at the man doing the interview,

"It actually ties in with our next question," He cleared his throat as Jungkook began to cut you both some cake to eat, giggling you spooned some of the frostings off the cake with your finger,

"Yn, you've been seen more and more in the public eye lately and it appears as though you're gaining weight-" As soon as the words fell down into the air you stared forward at the man,

"How do you feel and Jungkook, how do you feel about it?" Both of you stared at him, wondering what kind of question it was. The people behind the cameras exchanged glances as Jungkook's manager stepped forward. From the looks, you were getting it was clear this wasn't a pre-approved question,

"Excuse-" Your hand on Jungkook's thigh stopped him from speaking and you squeezed it softly, 

"I'll have you know that my weight is none of yours or anybody else's business, it's mine and mine alone." Jungkook slipped his hand into yours as he shook his head, giving you the silent look that it wasn't worth it. 

"It's just a question-"

"It's an inappropriate question to ask anybody, not just someone I happen to be dating!" Jungkook was enraged, he'd been enraged from the moment the question had left the interviewer's lips.

"We want no part in this, you have no permission to share any of the footage you have gathered nor do you have the right to share anything from inside of this interview," Jungkook explained, taking you into his arms as you both began to be escorted away by the manager. It was safe to say that the interviewer was promptly demoted from doing face to face interviews with idols again and the footage was erased.

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[lollypopsx]

you dating harry after being in an abusive relationship? and sudden movements and stuff scare you

Drabbles Request

Drabble Masterlist

Warning: Mentions of abusive relationship, panic attack

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 The last three weeks had been a blast since Harry had officially asked you to be his girlfriend. You hadn’t been in a relationship for almost two years, and your last relationship put you in an awful place physically and mentally. You was hesitant at first, it had taken you a lot to let Harry in, and he still didn’t know the full story of your last relationship. You and Harry had been getting to know each other for almost a year before he asked you to be his, so it felt like you had been together for so much longer.

Harry’s knowledge of your last relationship was still limited, this was all about to change. He wanted you to tell him in your own time, he listened when you spoke, but never pushed for answers.

You had basically moved into Harry’s house by now, he was doing a week back to back of shows at the O2 Arena in London, before continuing the UK leg of the tour. He didn’t see the point in staying in a hotel when he lived so close. 

You had planned on seeing most of the London shows, but tonight you had been out for dinner to your best friend’s birthday, so you were in your pyjamas and snuggled into bed, scrolling through your phone with the TV on quietly, waiting for Harry to finish his show.

You felt your eyes begin to get heavy, as the hands on the clock neared to midnight. You heard the front door open and your eyes perked up, excited to hear about Harry’s show.

“Y/N!” He calls upstairs, slipping his trainers off. He had changed into an old -shirt and joggers before he left so that he could travel home comfortably. The screams from the audience, the rush of the music and the excitement that filled the arena always gave him the worlds biggest rush. 

The loudness caused ringing in his ears after every show, which lead to his hearing being very muffled for a few hours after the show. He knew you were awake because he had been texting you on the way home.

Once you heard the front door slam, your body tensed up, with a rush of fear filling your veins. Since your previous relationship, you couldn’t stand to be shouted at. It terrified you. The slam sounded angry, had you left a bowl in the sink? Was he expecting you to wait downstairs? Had you sounded blunt in your last text? Was that why he was mad?

You heard the heavy footsteps trudging up the stairs, your heart beat quickened as they were getting closer and closer to the bedroom door. The door swung open and within seconds, Harry’s arms flew out to grab you. He was so excited and he just wanted to hold you tightly and kiss you all over.

You let out a cry, covering your mouth as the door swung open and the second that two hands came to grab you, you cowered away, hiding yourself under the duvet.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry please don’t hit me again!” You shriek with tears rolling down your cheeks, begging as you squeezed your eyes shut and shielded your face with you arms, ready to endure the pain of the shouting, degrading and hits.

Harry’s heart dropped as he saw you cower away at him, his eyes softened instantly as he backed away slightly. “B-baby....hey it’s just me” He frowns, taking your hands slowly and running his thumb gently over your knuckles, and very slowly pulling your arms away from your face.

“Angel, did I scare you?” He felt tears brim his eyes as you looked up at him with pure terror. The ringing still tingling in his ears, but he could still hear you.

I-I...I’mm s...” You whimper, your breath heavy in your chest and your tears streaming. You were stuck for words and nothing wanted to come out.

“Hey look at me...please. Please look at me” He begs quietly. “Shhhhh, it’s alright...I’m never going to hurt you...Why would I ever do that?” He frowns, he couldn’t fully understand why you would think that He had never given you a reason to before, but then he remembered. He remembered the sad stories you had told him about your last relationship, you never had to admit to him that your ex used to hit you, but he always has a pretty clear idea. He never wanted to force you to tell him, he wanted to know you felt comfortable enough to talk about it. But this told him everything without him needing to ask.

“We don’t need to talk about it yet if you don’t want to...You just need to breathe f’me okay angel? Please....” He whispers, his hands playing with yours gently. Your heart was still hammering in your chest and you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath in and laying your head against the headboard as you  exhale. You squeezed his hand tightly, as he returned the gesture. It was a silent communication technique that the two of you had accumulated. It meant; ‘I’m feeling a bit better and calmer now’

“Can I hold you?” Harry asks gently, he so desperately wanted to kiss you, stroke your hair, squeeze you as tight as possible and never ever stop telling you how he would never let anything in this world hurt you again. You were too precious, too important and way too incredible to deserve anything like that.

You open your eyes slowly, seeing his glossy green eyes full of quietness and concern. You nod softly as Harry lays beside you, and you lay beside him, resting your head on his chest, cuddling tightly into his side as he held you close to him, his arms holding you protectively.

He had calmed from his adrenaline rush from the show, the ringing in his ears was subsiding back to normal now.

“Your footsteps were loud...” You say softly. “A-and the...the door slammed. He used to do that when he was drunk...or angry.” You whisper.

“Oh baby...m’so sorry. I didn’t...” He felt guilty. He had no idea. “Sometimes after shows, all the adrenaline and the loudness makes my ears buzz and I...I can’t always hear very well after. I didn’t realise that I slammed the door or I was loud...” He frowns. “Angel, please know that I would never let anything hurt you. I will do anything to keep you safe. And I swear, he did not ever deserve you. You didn’t deserve anything he put you through. You’re my angel” He speaks softly and gently as he rubs your back calmly. You may have been hesitant, but you believed him. Especially his actions.

“I know you wouldn’t...I just...panic sometimes.” You mumble softly against his chest, his warmth making you feel the safest you had ever felt in years.

“That’s okay...maybe tomorrow we can talk and see what I can do to help...so I don’t scare you or panic you” He suggests.

“I’d like that...” You whisper, a soft smile on your lips.

“Can I play with your hair?” He wanted to be careful, cautious about sudden movements. You gave him a gentle nod as you close your eyes.

“I want to keep you safe for as long as you’d let me...please come on tour with me?” 

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