#might be exposing music taste but whatever

[hyacinths-in-a-storm]

I made a playlist called: Songs that could be either a Zukka divorce song or Tyzula pre-Azula domestication arc and what Spotify recommended me has me rolling

[gingerbreadmonsters]

skimming through all of the dead text at the end of an old fic is so strange but weirdly satisfying and i could not even begin to explain why

[ushiwhacka]

time skip! bokuto kōtarō + fem! reader | mdni | 1,118 words | established relationship, talk of alcohol consumption (reader is tipsy), oral (m! receiving), slow sex, grinding, marking (m! receiving), pet names (baby, angel), request, they're so in love yuck <3

tipsy on delicious cocktails, you had spent the night dancing with your friends. your hands running up and down the sides of your body, hips swaying to the music, relishing in hungry eyes drinking you in. but all you could think about was your sweet, sweet boyfriend. pussy throbbing at the thought of rubbing up against his crotch, feeling his cock stiffen. so impatient as you take his hand and lead him to the toilets. have him fuck you against the stall door without a thought of who might hear you. maybe suck him off in the backseat of the taxi on the way home. just to show him how much you love and appreciate him.

you shriek when you see bokuto sitting on the couch still awake. he looks so delicious with his legs spread like that, cotton shorts sitting low on his hips and his hand mindlessly running over his exposed stomach. “you waited up for me!” it’s silly but you cannot contain your excitement at the sight of him. 

“i always do.”

warmth spreads from your belly to your cheeks, smiling all woozy as you approach him. maybe it’s the alcohol, or maybe it’s the thought of him watching the clock, checking his phone, worrying about you. whatever it is, you’ve never felt more smitten with him than right now and you’re just itching to touch him, feel his skin all warm against yours. “do you think i’m hot?” unsteady feet move clumsily around each other as you twirl for him, trying your very hardest not to lose your balance. 

he catches you by the waist, pulls you closer. your pretty dress hiking up your thighs as you straddle him. “the hottest, prettiest girl in the world.” his big hands feel so warm and familiar as they sink into your hips, keeping you in place before you get the chance to start grinding against him. he knows you, knows that devious look in your eyes. and as hard as it is to resist, you’ve been drinking and you need rest. and he needs to be responsible. right? right? but you’re pawing at his chest and twisting your fingers around his nipples and he can feel how damp your panties are sitting on his stomach. 

he can barely grasp at his composure. 

“and you’re the best boyfriend ever.” his spine tingles as you run your tongue up the column of his neck. it’s wet and sloppy, and kōtarō has to swallow a moan as you keep kissing and nibbling and sucking on his sensitive skin, leaving dark marks along a trail of saliva. “i wan’ you so bad, baby.” he will regret this in the morning. “i’ve been thinking about you all night.” he will regret it but you sound so breathy and irresistible.

you taste of pineapple and sweet cream as you lick along his bottom lip and he’s so close to stuffing your needy pussy full right on that couch. but no. “you need to go to sleep.”

“no.” you’re pouting now. “i need your cock -” and his dick jumps as you take one of his hands in yours and drag it up to your throat. “- right here.” 

bokuto throws his head back, a deep, velvety groan escaping his lips. you’ll be the death of him and soon. he’s tried so very hard to be sensible. but he’s just a man. a very very seriously horny man. so his long fingers dig into the fat of your ass, and you’re reminded of just how strong he is as he lifts you both up off the couch. then he lets you order him around until he’s butt naked and reclining on your headboard, eyes fixated on how perfect you are as you slide out of your dress.

he hisses as you start crawling towards him, nails tickling their way up to his thighs. soft hands wrap around the base of his cock as you lean down to press a kiss just under the tip. then your lips drag across the underside of his shaft to his beautiful, full, round balls. they’re just so cute, so satisfying to suck on. and he sounds so pretty when he whines. thighs twitching, his stomach taut and tense. really, he could cum just from this. but it’s not like that would make you stop anyways. 

it’s just that he has the most perfect cock. hot and heavy and fat in the middle. a pretty, flushed head. and so so so very sensitive. leaking pearly beads of precum that you lick off just to spit them back on his length again. a glob of saliva running down the side of it. then your lips wrap around his tip and he’s cursing under his breath. your tongue darting out as you take more of him into your mouth. you make it messy, drool leaking down your chin, his fingers tangled in your hair. just how he likes it. panting out little oohs and aahs “fuck, fuck, fuck,” hips bucking up, “right there, f-fuck. fuck.” and you love every second of it, wiggling your ass as your eyes meet his. broken moans and the sound of you gagging slightly as he hits the back of your throat echo in the room. and he’s so close to cumming, so close to spilling himself inside your mouth. and then he feels it. 

your teeth scraping along his shaft. 

not hard enough to be painful, but enough to scare him. large hands pull your face away from his crotch. a panicked “fuck, baby, don’t bite my dick off!” as he squishes your cheeks.

“i would never!” you gasp. “it’s my favourite toy.” you’re giggling as he lifts you up to his chest. “i think you liked it a little bit.”

the only answer you get is him burying himself inside your soaked pussy in one almost painful thrust. he takes a moment to collect himself before he starts fucking you excruciatingly slowly and you can feel every inch and every vein as he fills you so completely. 

“bo,” you whine, “i love you so much.”

“i love you more, angel.” 

and he’s cradling the back of your neck, your face pressed into his chest as he continues to rut into you, hips flush together. sticky with sweat and too hot, but it’s all so perfect and tender and loving. his lips against your forehead, whispering all forms of i love you. delirious with pleasure but you hope he means it.  

a breathed out “i wanna marry you.” spoken so naturally, like it’s something he’s said a thousand times over. it makes your heart melt in your chest. and, yes, you especially hope he means that.

thank you for reading! interaction is very much appreciated! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

[girlfriendstan]

give you every first

contains: smut, blow jobs, noona kink, size difference

word count: 0.5k

a/n: not new to tumblr but new to zb1/smutblr. inbox is open for hcs and requests! i’m gyuvin-centric out of personal indulgence and preference. might make this into a series of first times with gyuvin.

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amidst all the play fighting and teasing, gyuvin hates seeing you get hurt, but he can’t seem to look away from you bruising your knees on his apartment’s wooden floor. he wants to wipe off the tears welling up from your eyelids, but his hands are stuck gripping at your hair, clawing for some sense of relief as your mouth takes him whole. you like how he doesn’t know he’s being rough with you, but that’s not something he needs to know now. he’s bigger than you thought he’d be—if you can admit to yourself that you’ve thought about that more than you should’ve—but that should come as no surprise when he towers over you, when his hands are twice the size of yours.

make no mistake, though: you have the advantage here as the older one between you two. he’s always called you noona excessively for the fun of it, but this time, the honorifics feel more desperate. “noona, doesn’t it hurt,” gyuvin asks as he hears your throat grow hoarse after forcing down his last few inches, but you placate him with a round of mmm’s before licking up a stripe from base to tip. he lets out his loudest sigh yet, which only leads you to reach for the exposed sliver of his stomach, its warm sensation makes you moan all over his cock.

“noona, i’m close,” gyuvin’s pleas are music to your ears, signaling you to look up to see his face. you’d think you’d be the mess between the two of you: your hair disheveled, your cheeks stained with tears, your mouth nearly dripping with saliva, but once you lock eyes with him, all concern for yourself evaporates. instead, you savor how he looks at you in awe after each suck, those deep brown eyes can’t help but stare you down even as he tries and fails to cover them with his arm. when your eyes finally meet, you feel him erupt into your mouth, and his release coats your lips.

you smile into the mess you’ve made of him and reach for the base of his cock to give you some form of leverage—you never intended on letting go of your upper hand after all. you make sure you lick him clean before swallowing his load, and when you do, he moans harder than he ever had through this entire ordeal. regardless of how crass and unbecoming it sounds in your head, tasting gyuvin has awakened a side of you you didn’t know could exist. there was absolutely no way you could see the younger man the same way after all this, so you let go of whatever self-restraint you had left and slip off your underwear to touch yourself so you could try and reach your own high. that is, until…

“noona, i can do that for you,” gyuvin gestures towards your splayed fingers, and you could cry at the thought of his hands — twice the size of yours — having their way inside you instead.

[violetsaffron5]

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A night off work leads you and your work crush to finally meet up for a steamy rendezvous

cw: exhibitionism, light degradation, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, facial

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As a sorcerer, you don’t get many nights off, nights to do whatever you please without a care in the world.

Tonight is one of those nights. The lights of the small club you’re in flash green, red, purple, and blue all around you. Shoko wanted to use the opportunity to go out, have some fun, and relieve some stress, so she invited you, Utahime, and Satoru, and even got Nanami to come along.

It’s been busy for everyone the last several months. Fighting curses, and spending time healing; Shoko having a multitude of sorcerers to care for, along with surgeries.

The bass of the music vibrates from the soles of your feet through every hair follicle at the top of your head, sending a tingling sensation throughout your body as red, green, purple, and blue lights flash over your face, through the sea of people dancing.

You’re dancing with Satoru; he has one of his large hands splayed on your exposed stomach, just under your crop top while his other rests at your hip while you press your ass into him.

You might have a little, teeny, tiny work crush on him, and you’re pretty sure he has one on you too. He’s never been one to hide how he feels, but he’s also flirty with everyone, including Nanami, so it’s hard to really know.

Either that or he just really wants to fuck you.

Your hand is wrapped around his neck, nails scratching at his undercut as you move your hips together. And judging by the way Satoru’s dancing with you, the rumors must be true.

Of course, you’ve heard them, everyone has.

Gojo fucks so good, it’s actually insane.

I’ve never cum so many times in my life, and that tongue, oh my god.

He has the biggest dick I have ever seen… I should call him again, actually.

The two of you have had some… tense moments, to say the least. A few flirty grins here in there that have been met with your lips ghosting one another on several occasions.

But each time it has been met with an interruption. Someone walking into the room looking for one of you, or a phone call about an urgent mission. Each time it happens, it leaves you craving more, wondering when your lips will finally meet, and if it will it be as incredible as you’ve heard.

Satoru leans down, you can feel his warm breath tickling your neck and the shell of your ear. It sends a chill right down your spine, straight to your core. Tilting your head to the side, you’re met with his azure half-lidded gaze.

Your eyes flicker between his and his lips several times, and just as your lips ghost one another you can hear your name being called.

Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath to steady yourself before turning to see Shoko calling you over to take a few shots with her.

Satoru rolls his eyes as you groan in annoyance at once again being separated at the last moment. He removes his hands from your hips and stomach, stuffing them into his pocket, diligently following you back to the private booth you have for the night.

Shoko already has the shots ready, handing one to everyone who clinks their little glasses together before downing them. Satoru winces and you quickly grab another drink to use as a chaser, trying to rid the taste of alcohol on your tongue.

You take a seat next to Satoru who pulls you in closer to him by wrapping his arm around your shoulder, letting his thumb gently rub against your skin with light, featherlike touches that send a jolt straight to your core.

As everyone engrosses in conversation, you turn your head towards Satoru when he speaks, letting your nose run along the length of his jaw. Pressing your forehead into his cheek, you turn to see Shoko eyeing you with a raised eyebrow as your cheeks heat and you clear your throat.

“I’m, uh, gonna head to the bathroom really quick.”

The wetness between your thighs is absolutely unreal and becoming increasingly uncomfortable. You can feel Satoru’s gaze on you as you walk away and you turn back, biting your lip only to see his eyes trailing down to your ass slowly before coming back up, meeting you with a sultry grin.

Once inside the bathroom, you close your eyes and take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself of something that might not even happen tonight, or ever, if the universe has anything to say about it.

Standing at the mirror, you run your hands through your hair quickly just as the door opens. You expect to see Shoko walking through the door, but instead, you’re met with a tall head of ivory hair and crystalline eyes surrounded by soft snowy lashes.

“Fancy meeting you here,” You say playfully as he walks up behind you, tilting his head to stare at your ass as you lean forward just enough for your asscheeks to peek out from under your skirt, pretending to fix your lipstick in the mirror.

Satoru chuckles but doesn’t say anything as his hands find their way back to your hips, pulling you into him. Your breath hitches when you feel his hardened length under his slacks, encouraging you to grind into him slowly.

“What if someone walks in?”

“Let them.” He whispers in your ear, warm breath sending a chill down your spine as he flips the back of your skirt over your hips, kneading the plush skin of your ass with his large hands before sliding his fingers over your soaked panties and moving them to the side.

He groans when he runs his fingers through your already soaking folds, avoiding your clit, he doesn’t press in, he just teases until you’re whimpering, rutting your ass back into him further, begging for more.

“Satoru, please,” You whine, “If you don’t fuck me right now, I am going to die.”

He chuckles, continuing his teasing, “Guess you’ll just have to die, baby.”

You glare at him through the mirror where he watches as your furrowed brows slowly turn upwards, lips parting slightly when he lets his thumbs press gently to your clit.

“Can’t even wait for me to get you home?” You mewl as he continues his ministrations, “So fucking desperate for me.”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head when he dips two fingers in and you’re already feeling more full and more pleasure than you’ve ever felt before. Leaning back, you rest your head against his shoulder, rocking your hips to the best of your ability, a coil forming in the lowest parts of your belly.

And then he just stops and pulls his fingers out to your dismay.

You glare at him like he’s just shot you, before he tangles his hand in your hair, tilting your head to a better angle, allowing him to kiss and nip down the sides of your neck - he could tell you hours doing your hair, and makeup to look nice tonight.

He’ll gladly ruin both.

Satoru pushes you back over the sink, quickly undoing his belt, letting his slacks fall past his knees with a clatter. When he releases his cock from the confines of his briefs, he taps the leaking tip on your ass a few times before positioning himself at your entrance.

You gasp, pressing your hands to the sink, pushing your ass further towards him. He watches you through the mirror giving a salacious smile and a wink before pushing in all the way to the hilt.

Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath, adjusting to the sheer size of him. With a hand pressed to your stomach, you feel the way his cock bulges as he thrusts into you a few times.

“Look at me,” He commands. Your eyes flutter open, watching him through the mirror as he places one hand on the wall in front of him for support, and you hold onto the sink for dear life, knuckles aching at how hard you’re gripping the ceramic.

He keeps a hand on your hip to help keep you steady, nails digging into the skin as he moves his hand from the wall, tangling it into your hair once again, holding your head back, forcing you to watch as he relentlessly snaps his hips into you.

“You’re making such a mess, baby,” Satoru purrs, watching his slick-coated cock disappear into you with each thrust, watching as your arousal drips down your thigh and onto the tile below, “So fuckin’ tight.”

Leaning forward, he licks and bites down your neck leaving several scraps and marks - proof of your little bathroom rendezvous.

His eyes lock with yours when he feels your walls clamping around his cock like a noose.

“Yes, right there,” You moan as the coil in your lower stomach returns, threatening to snap at any moment.

He groans, unsure of how much longer he’s going to be able to last, “Wanna see you cum, baby. Give it to me. Bet you make the prettiest faces cumming on my cock.”

You’re chanting his name, all Satoru, and yes as the heat in your core erupts and you’re convulsing and spasming around his cock, squeezing him like you want to keep him there forever.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he hisses, pulling out and dragging you down to your knees before you’ve realized what’s happening.

He strokes his cock several times and your eyes widen at the sight. Flushed tip so red and angry, but the prettiest dick you’ve ever seen in your entire life.

You open your mouth, looking so pretty as you place your tongue on the tip of his cock, just as cums all over your tongue and lips, rubbing the tip of his sensitive cock over your tongue, pushing it further into your mouth.

“Swallow.” And you do, licking your lips to make sure you’ve gotten every last drop. Satoru adjusts himself back into his briefs, bending down and placing his lips on yours in a searing, fiery kiss that lets you know he’s nowhere close to being finished with you.

He can taste himself on your tongue but neither of you care.

“I’m gonna text Shoko, tell her I left.”

Satoru clears his throat as he helps you stand, placing an arm around your waist to hold you close, “Call Ijichi too. Tell him you’re taking an extended weekend vacation.”

[tiredfinch]

also here's marauders music taste hcs (period accurate), but some characters aren't included bc I'm not super deep in fandom so I don't . know/think anything abt them.

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james- I think he'd be a big fan of all the music of the now and maybe 10 ish years earlier. lots of sixties duwopy pop-rock like the beatles, the zombies and the turtles but also more contemporary stuff; Fleetwood Mac, Wings, the Pretty Things, Frank Zappa, the Eagles, Queen and Bowie (not glam, disco. so like thin white Duke era- not that he'd mind glam bowie I just think he'd prefer disco bowie)! also I think like Ambrosia and other 70s pop he'd dig.. but I think he would be totally in love with Fleetwood Mac, especially their album Mystery to Me- because it would remind him of lily. I think he, along with alice, would get lily more into fleetwood mac.

lily - I think she'd really prefer 50s rock and jazz .. blues and soul too, though I don't think she'd mind later rock. she just seems very buddy holly/chet baker/frank sinatra/ray charles/ella fitzgerald/nina simone, I also think she'd really like otis redding but he's 60s lol, oh and I think she would've LOVED the monkees when she wad younger and would think theyre brilliant.

sirius - glam glam glam and then also punk from the late 70s-81.. also goth+post punk music (ie. the cure, echo and the bunnymen, the smiths, siouxsie and the banshees, depeche mode, joy division ect ect) but I always think of goth as sort of a mid-late 80s thing so I don't think he'd have really been exposed to alot of goth bands because he was. in jail... but I think David Bowie, T. Rex, Lou Reed, the Velvet Underground, and then like Television, Patti Smith, the Clash, Iggy Pop, the Stooges. yk.. but also a lot of what James listens to as well!:3 bc they r bff! also I think remus and sirius share great love for queen :)

remus! - folk! and art rock! I think he'd like a lot of the glam sirius listens to and I think he'd be a very big velvet underground fan. as for folk, I think Bob Dylan, Vashti Bunyan, Donovan, Buffy Sainte-Marie, Janis Ian, Simon and Garfunkle, GEORGE HARRISON!! - that sort of vibe.. also also think he'd share folky stuff with lily and she would rather enjoy it !

peter - I don't think he really listens to music tbh, not in the way where he'd have favourites. just whatever is on the radio/the records his friends play!

alice - I think she lovessssss female artists and makes a point to listen to them. Carole King, Joni Mitchell, Janis Ian, Janis Joplin, Tina Turner, Kate Bush, Aretha Franklin, very varied but very girl, because I think Alice is a big fan of women doing things idk. bisexual moment 4 her. I think her and lily would also both share a really great love of Stevie Nicks and be like fanatics of hers.

frank - I think bro LOVES reggae idk. Bob Marley fan. culture/jimmy cliff/the gladiators. I also think he'd like a lot of "dad rock" bands, led zeppelin/steely dan/the eagles/the who/the kinks.. yar naur. he's a man❤️🙂‍↕️

severus - classical music snob, probably inherited from his mom. loathes rock n roll idk. seems like THAT SORT OF GUY..

regulus - lots of classical and jazz, but not in the way severus is like pretentious, I mean coming from a muscianship standpoint. I think he'd especially love miles davis jazz wise and beethoven+liszt classical music wise (ie. I think he'd have a great love for romantic music, even though beethoven isn't usually considered romantic- just LISTEN to moonlight sonata, it is DRIPPING with the emotion of romantic music).

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I also have a list of music artists I think would be witches/wizards in the wizardings world, so I might post that soon:)

[thedawningofthehour]

Okay, first of making fun of rich people's houses on Zillow. This is actually the tamest house out of the three that made me want to do this.

This house was in Arizona and is like 15 mil and 13,000 square feet.

Entertaining Room That We Absolute Use.

I'm guessing this is either for the two people that are still friends with them or for inviting over other rich couples to show off how rich they are. Look, we have this grand piano here. It has never been used and we have to pay a guy to tune it regularly, but one day little Susie will prove to be a musical prodigy and we can force her to play for people we don't like.

Oh, this is the other side. I actually hate it more now. The other side wasn't my taste, but at least it was scenic. That flooring and those columns are literally just "look I have so much money." Also the effect of Fancy Chandelier is somewhat diluted if you put two of them in the same room.

Featuring Much Used Table and Chair in the background and...what is that supposed to be, like a secretary counter on the left? I can just imagine some lady in an office chair behind that answering the Very Busy house phone.

"This is where Daddy loses his Christmas bonus on poker night."

Okay, I-no, I hate this, I can't pretend not to. I hate the white kitchen trend, I hate marble countertops. They have...they look like brussel sprouts on a tray? As a decoration?

The dual fridges thing might have been cool if the execution was different, but for some reason the design and color just makes it look like it was tacked on, like if-wait. How many ovens are there?

So they have two stovetop ovens there

And what looks like two ovens in between the fridges? Four ovens?!

I mean, the top oven looks like it might be a microwave? I think the bottom might be a proofing drawer for bread, (lol like these people make their own bread) so many the middle is some specialty oven?

Still. A lot for a kitchen that's almost certainly never used.

I don't really have anything to say about this one. I'm just confused as to what it's for.

I'm increasingly suspicious that rich people are just pretending to be human.

Oh, finally, the living room people actually spend time in.

Featuring Exposed Beams That Are Totally Structurally Necessary.

And big TV you need binoculars to watch from the couch and can't be properly seen from a third of the sitting area. Much used dining table there. Bonus Dead Exotic Animal so you know they travel.

"To show off that we have the money for a bar but we don't want to look like alcoholics."

Deadass thought the back of the couch was stone for a minute.

This room isn't too bad-it's extra and they definitely don't need two sets of double doors right next to each other, but it does seem kind of cozy. I mostly left it in as a palate cleanser for what's to come.

Is that...

Yes. Yes it is.

WHY WHY WHY WHY

Why would you put glass double doors on the bathroom?!

What is going on with that ceiling-oh god, someone is going to slip and crack their head right open on those stairs. Maybe this entire house is an elaborate life insurance plot. If you get bored of your fifth wife just tell her to go take a bath and then you're free to marry your mistress of the month.

This would be so goddamn COLD, guess it's a good thing they have that fireplace.

WHAT IS GOING ON WITH THIS SHOWER?! Is it supposed to be a communal shower?!! Why is it so big?! WHY IS THERE A WINDOW?

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD WHY IS THERE A WINDOW.

I will give them this, I do like how they rounded this out. This part isn't bad. I actually do like the tile design, I just...don't like how they used it.

Just in case you're too befuddled by the actual bathing facilities and choose to go "fuck it" and shower outside.

Actually, the shower out here does make sense, they have a pool. If you're in and out of the water all day, do a quick rinse to get the chlorine off and put a coverup on to go eat lunch or whatever. That's reasonable.

All I can think of here is someone trying to put their makeup and hair products down and accidentally knocking them to the floor because they forget that the counter gets thinner.

Also omg the duuuuuuuust.

There's just something about those 'pretend cultured and fancy' columns against the stark white walls and ceilings that I hate. It's so pretentious and fake.

Is it just me or does every single chair look photoshopped in? There's something weird going on with the lighting.

"Do you hate being able to feel your toes? Do you love having cold feet? Then I have one hell of a basement to sell you!"

I feel like those chairs would actually be extremely uncomfortable and you know each one cost more than my car.

No one has ever used this pool.

Seriously, you couldn't swim laps in it. You could only really swim around in the very deep end, kids wouldn't have a whole lot of space where they can touch to play around. Maybe they could take a little kid to the very edge and splash in the water. And by 'they' I mean the underpaid nanny the parents look down on for being Hispanic despite their ad requiring applicants to be bilingual.

Totally Legit Well. Seriously, guys, this is an ancestral home.

Oh, but we're not done. They have like a guest house or pool house?

Wait, why does this kitchen look better than the main house's kitchen? This one I can actually picture someone using.

Look at that sink! Actually made to wash dishes!

(idk what's up with the line of apples in the cabinet tho)

Okay, the pool house is way cooler. I feel like the big house is literally just for show and this is where people actually spend their time. This looks far more comfortable.

Car stables. "Daddy, why do you have so many cars you use twice a year and cost a quarter million each?"

"Well, sweetie, the short answer is your mother is cheating on me and this fills the void in my life."

Okay I'm gonna go make myself a grilled cheese now. Idk if I'll do another one tonight, but this was fun! I love roasting rich people.

[gumballavocadoharry]

Afterparty; Brother Harry:

"Harry it's gonna be fine! We'll all be together why are you making such a big deal about this?!"

"Because Yn, those parties are very wild! Anything goes there: drinking, smoking, people having sex randomly with anyone.... the list is endless! I don't want you going and that's that!"

You stomped towards Harry, combatively, challenging his answer. "I'm 19 years old, I can go wherever I want!" You ran up the stairs, bracing yourself against his body as you brushed past it. You slammed your bedroom door, fuming over your brother's unfair arbitrary charge. It was the afterparty of one of Harry's charities he was going to. Harry decided to take you with him to expose you to the arts and naturalism of music. He assumed it might inspire some creativity inside you to push you off from the rebellious streak you had lately.

Your eyes went straight to the sequin dark midnight purple dress that you had picked out specifically for the afterparty after the charity event. Black pantyhose, black heels and this black diamond bracelet would all be an accessorized attire to your silver and black smokey makeup. But instead, stuck wearing this gaudy white dress with cherry blossoms painted on them like some 6th grader going to her first prom. Harry loved the dress of course- picking it out for you with matching white flats. The dress in your mind was pretty, but not your taste. But since Harry was paying, what choice did you have?

Time came for the charity where Harry sat in the back of the van coaching you on how to behave and act. Listening narrow-mindedly to his instructions while internally flickering over your plan of the night. This boring charity event would soon be over and basking in the glory of the elite afterparty with your friends would be the highlight of the evening.

The charity was filled with boring chatter from Harry's upscale friends who talked endlessly about the dull hanging pictures of fruit and parks that added nothing nor took away from the slinky sculptures of rubbish that were tabled across in every corner. You side-eyed Harry chatting with a bunch of his friends, occasionally looking to you, like he wanted you to join in with their much more mature conversation or rather it was just his way of supervising you to keep you from escaping this wasted building.

The car ride home was this thick tense of quiet. Harry shuddered to ask your opinion on the night out- knowing you could never give a generous answer. Rather, more focused on the afterparty- staring stale out the window, taking in the glints of stars from the night. Your phone clock read 12:36- a little after 12:30. For you, it would mean that start of a fresh night filled with the stench of vodka, faint smoke shadows peering out of the mouths of partyers who stood to the side, puffing their cigarettes in and out, and the shimmers of flashy dresses and suits from the dim lights and the blaring music.

The rush blitzed through you like blood through veins. Harry, staggered into house, suit jacket slinked over his shoulder, keys jiggling from the first joint of his finger. "Bedtime, Yn," You let out a scoff, shooting Harry a look, "I'm not tired," "Well, then I'm going to bed- you can watch TV or whatever...." Harry was too tired to even argue with you. You watched him slouch up the stairs; debility and render wading around in his eyes. A sick ping tip toed through your stomach; feeling awful with the way you had handled your well meaning older brother. But even that couldn't shake you from the wish of attending that party.

Changing into your party dress, you snuck out of the house quietly, called an Uber and made it into the party. The smell of every alcohol hit your nostrils all at once while the quivering stench of cigarettes stung your eyes. "Yn! Glad you could make it!" Nicole, one of your friends said, handing you a drink.

Three drinks in and already feeling a little dizzy, you thought maybe dancing would help balance things out. "Heyyyy theeerrre honey," You turned to see a guy- black hair, grey eyes and a 3 o'clock shadow smiling, "Um, hi,"

"Wanna danceeee?" Obviously drunk, you tried moving away from him, only for him to grab the fringe of your dress and lift it to expose part of your thigh. "Stop that!" You snapped, splashing the remainder of you drink in his face.

Feeling cold and alone, you checked the clock of your phone- 3:00. "Damn! I need to get home!" You pushed your way through the crowd to find Nicole, only to spot a tall man- black trench coat, quiffed curls and a raspy voice, echo your name through the party the best way he could over the loud music. "Yn! Yn! Where are you?!" The panic in his voice was evident, evident enough to spike a deep rush of regret and guilt through you.

Green eyes finally spotted you, fading in and out between the brush of partygoers. Catching you, Harry pulled you into this tight hug, sniffing your hair for alcohol smell. "Are you okay?! Are you hurt?!" You shook your head, tears brimming your eyes. Harry dragged you out of the party, giving Nicole this look- a look of controlled command that only older brothers could possess.

Out on the lawn, empty cups hit your ankles and the cracking sounds of smashed pieces of glass beer bottles crunched beneath your heels. You looked at Harry, stopped and tangled him into a big hug, "I'm sorry!" You sobbed. Your glassy eyes looked into his, "He touched me..... he grabbed my dress and pulled it up!" You quivered. You felt the warm touch of Harry's hand group the center of your back. "It'll be okay..... I'm here... you're safe now Yn,"

He didn't yell at you. He didn't even so much as give you a sour look or blanket his stare with wrath. He just cuddled you- into his arms like a warm fuzzy blanket. Harry twisted his hand into yours before walking off to the car. You didn't feel like this little girl hanging onto her brother for protection, instead, you felt like a young woman who simply needed help and it was now being sent to her.

And you never wanted to let go.

*I'm back everyone!!!! Ik I've been sick for awhile, but things will be running smoothly again now!!!!!!*

[dalamjisung]

matching set - chapter 7

The moment Dino has you in his arms, the friendly hug making everything that much worse, he wastes no time in dragging you through the crowd and up the stairs. You see Vernon looking at you with a worried frown, but you just shake your head, shrugging in a silent explanation of whatever the fuck is happening– because how, just how can you explain that, once again, you’re late to the game, through a single glance? You just don’t. You can’t. And if you’re being honest, you don’t want to. You don’t want to say the words out loud, almost as if the tasted poisonous, threatening the reality you’ve lived all your life. You don’t want to say you’re in love with your best, friend– no, that just makes everything real.

“Y/N,” Dino calls out gently, voice suddenly too loud in the odd silence of his room, and you wonder just how thick the walls must be in that old house to keep the noise out where it belongs. “Are you okay? Are you overwhelmed? It’s okay now, right? My room has soundproof insulation– I installed it freshman year of college to be able to play music loud while rehearsing, so hopefully it less lou–”

“Will you people stop treating me like I’m made of glass?” You mumbled, head falling onto your hands in such a defeated stance that even you wonder just how pathetic you must look then. “I am really grateful for the consideration, I am, but I’m fine. The party is fine, the noise is fine, the people are fine– everything is fine.” There is a finality to your tone that Dino doesn’t dare to challenge, nodding in understanding before swallowing down any more questions he might have, jumping on the bed instead and smiling in empathy.

“Then what the hell are we waiting for? I want my disgustingly flavored doritos.”

The opening music for the film has you slowly sinking into his bed, the pillows on your back and the blanket on your lap providing such a comfortable warmth that, within the first fifteen minutes of movie, your lower lips is trembling. And you try to hold it in– you really did, to the point of barely being able to breathe, but the tears slip from your control much like how everything else seemed to be doing.

“Why are you crying, Y/N?” The question is so gentle that Dino doesn’t even bother looking at you. But you know there’s more to the harmless tone and false disinterest– you know by the way he reaches towards you, hand laying palm up next to you. By the way he refuses to even glance in your direction and by how he shuffles closer as an excuse to pull the blanket even further up your shoulders. You know there’s more to what he shows you, because that’s exactly what you used to do whenever Jeongin was having a bad day. Back then, he’d explain to you that it was embarrassing, being like that in front of people– even if people were you, and you were his best friend. The teary eyes, the stupid reasons, the clingy hugs; he’d say they are all signs of weakness, and to that you’d roll your eyes. You’d say comforting things like it’s not stupid if it made you upset or there is nothing to be ashamed of. But if there is nothing to be ashamed of, why did you feel so fucking exposed? So vulnerable and regretful? Why did you feel like hiding and never coming back out?

It’s because with Dino there, holding your hand and asking such simple question, you realize that maybe for the first time since starting college, someone sees you. Dino sees you like the person you are now– the individual you’ve worked so hard to become. His question, as out of pocket as he might have felt asking, is a step towards validation, and that is something you crave with all your soul… though not from him. “I’m c-crying because it’s a-a sad movie,” You hiccup, looking away from him and squeezing his hand tighter.

“It is, isn’t it?” And there it is again– validation. “It’s a really sad movie…”

“A-And you know they ar-are not go-go-gonna end up together,” You sniffle, rubbing your eyes so harshly that they sting. “Th-They complete ea-each other, bu-but they won’t end u-up together, a-and that’s sa-sad.”

“And why won’t they end up together?”

Yeah, you wonder, sniffling lost in your thoughts for a second. Why won’t they end up together? “Because,” You mumble, finally turning to Dino only to see he’s already looking at you. “Because there a-are better thi-things to do… and be-better people to be wi-with.”

Later, you’ll wonder if it was the sadness in your voice that made him pull you into such a tight hug; if it was the way your eyes lost their glimmer or if it was how you hugged your legs to your chest as if trying to create a barrier in between you in the world. You’ll wonder for days, really, but for now, you just hug him back and cries on his shoulder– a new and unfamiliar shoulder that, oddly enough, provides just as much comfort as the one you’ve had before.

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matching set // seven : delayed reaction

pairing: popular!jeongin x introvert!reader

genre: college!au, fluff

description: You two grew up together. As in, together-together. It’s an old tale, one where your mothers are best friends and so, much like best friends do, they went through every mile stone together– dating, marriage, and babies. Safe to say, you two learned from the best, so no one was really surprised when college came around and you two ended up in the same place. The only problem was, you’re not sure if you can stay the same when everything else has changed.

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Hannie throwing some hard truths out there right now >.< What do you guys think so far? Let me know, I love chatting with you bbs <3 as always, thank you so much for your support, it means so much to me to know that we have this beautiful community here!

[pr1ncesspopstar]

Not Interested - FFXIV Write 2024 - Day 4: Reticent

Ao3

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There probably wasn’t a single bar across the continent of Eorzea that Warrior of Light had not visited at least once. Whatever had started her on such a strange, pointless quest, she couldn’t remember. No doubt in part because of the plenty of drinks she consumed at such places. All that really mattered, is she unearthed hidden gems in the various hole-in-the-wall, underground businesses dotted throughout the city-states. If asked, she doubted she could ever choose a favorite.

There was an old mill just outside Gridanian, a party house that blared live music and served dubious, magic infused drinks in utter contrast to the city’s typical calming, quiet venues. There were more bars on the sea than land in Limsa, crashing through the waves until the alcohol ran dry, promising a bender to test the mettle of even the most daring. Ul’dah had the move variety. Any kind of experience one wanted found somewhere amongst the varied streets of the desert oasis, whether or not the law allowed it. How many unlucky bars had she shut down because they unknowingly offered their most debauched services to her, a captain of the Immortal Flames?

That was to say, Halditar was a regular of several sanctuaries where alcohol flowed and the atmosphere was good.

This wasn’t one of them.

It was an ungodly late, humid Lominsan summer night. The only ones prowling the alleys and streets were ghosts, the sailors, merchants, and crafters, only just prying themselves from work before they collapsed where they stood. She was amongst the latter, having ripped herself from the blacksmith’s forge before she keeled over from hunger. How desperate she was for a decent meal and ice cold drink. With news of some freshly opened places in her mind, she walked until one came into view. Halditar thought the sanctuary was around the corner.

Now she was genuinely considering she might have been better off starving, and collapsed in the streets.

She sighed, swirling around the tepid contents of her mug. Watery, brown swill that tasted more like a glass of hay than beer. The ales and wines weren’t much better, mixed with little care for taste, to prolong the quantity of their alcohol over the quality. The young barkeep, bless his soul, was trying. But whoever taught clearly thought bartending was simply ‘pour drinks and serve.’ With dingy, boring furniture and a few wharf rats seen in the corners, she could name a hundred better, cheap places than this.

And somehow, the food was worse.

Her culinarian’s soul rolled over dead when she recieved a fish filet still dotted with scales and drowned in entirely too much, practically burned brown butter sauce. Served only barely warmer than her drinks, she made no fuss when a seagull swept by and stretched it off her plate. Better than it stinking up her table with the odor of char and undercooked seafood. If not for the sheer exhaustion in her legs and the far-too-nice view, she’d have left far earlier.

The silken fabric of her happi jacket was sticking to her back from all the sweat. Her skirt hitched as high as she could get it, long pale legs exposed, hoping to catch some kind of cool breeze as she rocked on the patio chair, looking out to the sea. Small black waves reflected the stars and moon far above, and beyond the scent of brine and salt, the barest hint of ozone could be caught on the wind. A storm wasn’t far off, and with the ungodly weight of the air these past few days, it couldn’t come fast enough. Her only solace was this miserable night.

“Well, aren’t I a lucky sort? Finding the prettiest treasure I ever saw,” a voice ruined the quiet, and Halditar lolled her head to the other side of her table. Some hyur, a brunette as boring as they came, sat across from her. Reeking of cheap drinks and cologne. “All alone, darling?”

“And enjoying it too.” she punctuated herself with a long, hearty drink from her mug. To her annoyance, he just laughed.

“Then let’s be alone together, why don’t we? I can’t imagine anything better than getting to know a stranger over a few drinks. My treat, of course.” “I can think of plenty better. I’ve no interest in the likes of you. Scram.” Halditar would not play this game. Normally she’d play around a bit, but hot, tired, and pissed off she just didn’t give a rat’s ass. She wanted to choke down the alcohol she paid for in peace and scram to the Missing Member for some real grub. Gods, something like a fondue sounded grand right now. Just cheese and bread and little, salty meats. If she was lucky, Rhoswen would be there and they could split a bottle of wine…

“Oh come now, beautiful! If you only got to know me, I’m sure you’d change your tune real quick. Why not make a game of it? Why don’t we? Back and forth, we’ll ask questions about each other. I’ll even give you a little something for free to start. I’m quite an up-and-coming musician in these parts,” Halditar snorted. That just meant he was a nobody with barely a gig under his belt. Before she could say as much, he rambled on. “Now, let’s start with your name. Why don’t we?”

“None of your business.”

“Temper, temper, darling! Maybe you’d like to ask the first question instead, then?” “Okay. Fuck off, will ya?”

Getting her gils worth wasn’t even a question anymore. She just wanted away from this cursed place. She flung the contents of her mug over the railing and stood, stomping back toward the bar as she dug in her pocket for whatever spare gil she had in there. Handing it to the barkeep with a look that had to have been something nasty, the way he flinched away at her approach.

“Not the best of places, was it? So where to next?” she stumbled as she walked out. That damned hyur followed her. And she was fresh out of patience.

“The bottom of the sea.”

As the ‘what’ slipped from his lips, she had both hands on him and his feet on the ground. As he kicked and shouted to little effect, she walked over to the nearest ledge and looked down. Yup, he wouldn’t die from this, but it would sure as hells hurt. She didn’t even offer him fanfare or parting words, she didn’t want to waste a single breath more on this pest. So, as she would with any vermin, she simply let him go. Leaning over the edge as she watches him sail through the air, before landing in the brine. Seeing him resurface and start swimming to the nearest dock, all while cursing up a storm. A wide, shit-eating grin smeared her features as she resisted adding further insult by spitting at him.

“Learn to take a hint! Otherwise, chances are next time you won’t be alive by the time someone tosses you into the sea!” She warned, the least she could do after running his night and knowing how many women in the city of pirates carried around daggers they would use for less. Her mood dramatically improved. She walked off into the night intending to make it even better with good food and drinks.

[softquietsteadylove]

what do you think which kind of music every eternal is listening to? every eternal but makkari of course

Aww, this is so cute an ask!

Okay, so I guess there are a few layers to this answer.

Ikaris, I don't think he listens to music--I don't think he lets himself have fun like that. Like I know we see him in modern clothes, but I bet he's actually that old man who doesn't have a phone and he pawns ancient artifacts for cash. But if he does indulge in music, then I think he's like a gym bro who unironically listens to that, like, 'it's about drive, it's about power' song.

Sersi actually does listen to music. She loves it! What a beautiful expression of humanity! She likes all types, all styles, all cultures and languages! I think her personal faves are indie vibes, maybe First Aid Kit? She loves the emotional music of Adele and Florence and the Machine, and she definitely listened to the ten minute version of All Too Well on repeat when it came out. Poor girly went through the longest term breakup possible. But I also think she likes, like, Maneskin, maybe some J-pop/K-pop stuff? I think she would like the idea of the large group having a family dynamic (poor thing misses home).

Sprite listens exclusively to, like, emo music, I think. And I know that's a dated term, but seriously, emo punk from the 2000s was their thing. She loves angsty love ballads, but she would never tell anyone that, ever. Because no one understands her--she's not like other immortals.

Phastos liked old music, I think. Soul and blues and jazz and he likes love songs, because he and Ben dance to them at home. He definitely says things like he doesn't 'get' music these days. Ben tries to expose him to more music but Phastos is like I've heard it all before, babe. Jack listens to overstimulating remixes of songs at home and Phastos tries to figure out how to turn off all sound in the world.

Druig is such a hipster and only likes instrumental music. I bet he listens to ancient gregorian chants. Maybe he likes some classic Celtic music, some folk stuff and classical. Maybe when he's out in the modern world he's not opposed to some punk rock. He would love MCR and Fallout Boy with Sprite back in the day, and maybe Bivattchee and Asian Kung Fu Generation.

Makkari would love all kinds of music, I think, but she loves, like, dance and EDM, because she can feel the beat and the rhythm of the remixes so well. She loves jumping and dancing around to them, and she loves watching other people having a great time dancing to them too! Every once in a while, if Druig is listening to something with earbuds or something, she'll lean against him to feel what he's listening to.

Ajak likes mom/grandma music. I don't have any better way to put it. She likes old country songs (not American nationalist propaganda, I mean c o u n t r y music). She loves doo-wop and 60s bops and old songs from the 20s. Can't Help Falling in Love with You is what she sings while doing the dishes.

Gil loves love, because he's soft and sweet. He listens to the lyrics of songs more than genre or melody. He loves ballads and love songs and slow dance numbers. He likes old vinyls and puts them on at home on an old record player and dances with Thena around the kitchen. And I mean if we're talking about different circumstances, then he loves 'girly' music. And he would never be embarrassed about that! He loves love songs, and sappy pop ballads and happy, boppy songs. Look at the man's apron!

Thena likes whatever Gil likes. She's not a lyrics girly, so if it sounds nice, she'll like it, and if Gil likes it, she'll love it. If she's popping in earbuds at the gym or something, maybe she'll listen to wordless workout remixes, but I think her taste might be a little bland otherwise (sorry).

Kingo likes listening to himself. He's that actor who sings songs for his own projects, and he listens to them all the time. But otherwise I think he likes whatever's trendy. Just listens to top trending, has broad and diverse tastes. I do think he likes pop groups because he likes learning the dances. He's a performer, y'know?

[d3m1-d3v1l]

ATHENAS TUMBLR BLOG BITCHES!

THIS BLOG WAS MADE WITH THE EXPRESS PURPOSE OF TROLLING A CERTAIN TROLL THATS BEEN PLAGUING THIS SITE AS OF LATE, ALTHOUGH I THOUGHT I MIGHT GIVE TUMBLR A SHOT ANYWAY JUST FOR SHITS AND GIGGLES LOL

HEY THERE, IM ATHENA. SHE/THEY, BODILY 21, THE EVIL PANSEXUAL LESBIAN THE EXCLUSIONISTS WARNED YOU ABOUT

I AM A PART OF A DISSOCIATIVE SYSTEM, NO I WILL NOT BE GIVING YOU MY HOSTS ACCOUNT, I VALUE THEIR PRIVACY MUCH MORE THAN MY OWN

YES, I DO HAVE A KIN LIST. NO, I DO NOT ACTUALLY BELIEVE I WAS THESE CHARACTERS IN A PAST LIFE OR WHATEVER. I DO THIS SHIT FOR FUN, YALL TAKE YOURSELVES WAY TOO FUCKING SERIOUSLY LMAO THE KIN LIST:

JUNKO ENOSHIMA (DANGANRONPA) (ME IRL) HARLEY QUINN (THE DC UNIVERSE) (ME IRL) NIMONA (NIMONA) (ME IRL) HIMIKO TOGA (MY HERO ACADEMIA) MEENAH PEIXES (HOMESTUCK) AZULA (AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER) CHERRI BOMB (HAZBIN HOTEL) SPINEL (STEVEN UNIVERSE) CATRA (SHE RA AND THE PRINCESSES OF POWER) TORALEI STRIPE (MONSTER HIGH) JENNIFER CHECK (JENNIFERS BODY) AMANDA YOUNG (SAW FRANCHISE) BEETLEJUICE (BEETLEJUICE) REMUS SANDERS (SANDERS SIDES)

I DO NOT CONSIDER MYSELF TO BE IN ANY FANDOMS, HOWEVER I MIGHT POST OCCASIONALLY ABOUT THE SOURCES LISTED ABOVE

MY MUSIC TASTE MOSTLY CONSISTS OF WOMEN I SIMULTANEOUSLY ASPIRE TO BE LIKE BUT ALSO FANTASIZE ABOUT PEGGING ME SO HARD I CRY, INCLUDING BUT NOT LIMITED TO:

ASHNIKKO (WIFE!!!) ETHEL CAIN (MOTHER!!!) CHAPPELL ROAN CHLOE MORIONDO BILLIE EILISH POPPY JAZMIN BEAN PRINCESS NOKIA BABY TATE CHRISSY CHLAPECKA REI AMI DOJA CAT (RIP) GRIMES (RIP)

TERFS/TRUSCUM/GENERAL EXCLUSIONISTS/OTHER BIGOTS AND XENOPHOBES FUCK OFF AND DIE, YOU ARE NOT WELCOME HERE

MINORS ARE ALSO NOT WELCOME, ILL PROBABLY BE REBLOGGING SOME DEPRAVED NSFW SHIT EVERY NOW AND THEN AND I DON'T WANNA EXPOSE YALL TO THAT. YOU HAVE YOUR SPACES, STAY IN THEM PLEASE

DONT BE AFRAID TO INTERACT/SEND ASKS! I DON'T BITE (I MEAN, UNLESS YOU WANT ME TO HEHE >:))

I WOULD TOTALLY BE SELLING MY NUDES ON HERE IF IT WERENT FOR THE STUPID FUCKING PORN BAN LMAO

[singwithflynn]

If Flynn thought that the beating he'd taken on his way out of the city, just a few short months ago, had been bad, he hadn't quite accounted for the fresh, mottled bruises that coloured his skin now that he was returning. Flynn was no stranger to having his ass kicked, but the fact that the same assholes had managed to get the jump on him not once, not twice, but three times tended to sting a little. If the whole thing weren’t such a sorry state of affairs, he was sure Wardo would be ripping into him endlessly for letting his guard down so drastically. And honestly, he’d have been right to do so – that was, if Flynn’s buddy even had the faintest clue where he was or what had happened to him. 

Rae's mom had made quick work of setting her goons on Flynn, driving him out of town and away from her most prized possession. And Flynn had shamefully abided by her demands, desperate to protect the girl of his dreams from being exposed to the violence he'd been laid victim to. He hadn't had time to tell Rae he was leaving, nor to explain why, but it was for the best. He figured if it kept her safe, what should it matter? Sure, she might miss him to begin with, but he'd already laid the foundations for her getting over... whatever it was they’d had. It had broken his heart to know that Rae couldn't see sense, that she was so hung up on the love and trust she had in that evil, wretched ghoul that claimed to be her mother, but undoing such a long-lasting cycle of abuse and manipulation would take more than some poorly handled pleading on his part. Things had gotten out of hand; He'd raised his voice, they'd fought, and the last the two of them had seen of one another had left a sour taste in his mouth. 

Truthfully, he'd spent the past few months avoiding frantic texts and calls from everybody he knew - Rae included. Even despite their last encounter, she still maintained the kindness that he so loved about her and had still been eager to know that he was safe and alright. He felt terrible for ignoring everybody and he knew that his friends were just concerned for his safety, but he hadn't seen the point in responding. What would he tell them? That he'd had his ass handed to him, several times over, and had been strong-armed into disappearing and staying quiet? That would kinda defeat the whole point of the agreement he'd struck when leaving, so he figured silence was the best way forward. 

But he'd been stuck, lonely, and missing Rae as though she were an extension of his very being - and, honestly, in a lot of ways she was. She'd gotten stuck under his skin in the most visceral, unavoidable way imaginable; Rae Sunne had planted a seed inside his chest that had grown and grown, bright and shining as its roots tangled themselves around his heart and refused to let go. Eventually, he’d gotten into touch with Noah – the only person he’d dared to reach out to, all too aware the runaway roadie might have some understanding of his predicament, at the very least – and had been crashing in whatever hotels the Shattered Diamonds appeared to be putting him up in. It didn’t seem to matter to Noah, who was stumbling into a different person’s room every night regardless, with no care as to whether Flynn was making himself at home beneath his sheets or not, and it meant a safe space for Flynn to hide away. 

The tour seemed to have edged ever close to New York with each venue, though, and even with Flynn keeping his head down, stowed away at the back of the bus in Noah’s bunk and keeping to himself, he knew it was only a matter of time before the past caught back up to him. He missed his friends, his shitty apartment that rarely had running water, and he missed her. 

It had been a week since he’d finally arrived back in the city, using Noah and Keeley’s apartment as his own personal hideaway, but he’d known that sooner or later he’d need to suck it up and face the music. 

The first attempt he’d made an attempt at going to see Rae, he’d fucked up. He’d made the rookie error of heading to her apartment – he hoped, against all logic, that Katie might answer the door instead. Her friendly roommate – who always seemed to have great time for Flynn, despite the ups and downs he’d gone through with her best friend – hadn't even been given the opportunity to slam the door in his face. The moment he’d arrived at the apartment block, he’d felt the cold, familiar press of metal to his throat, a knife thrust in his face as he was forcibly dragged down a dark alleyway, clumsy hands shoving him against a wall. Thankfully, the knife had been nothing more than a means to frighten him, its sharp edges never making contact. Flynn hadn’t been so lucky as for that to have been the end of the encounter, though, and had been told – not for the first time – to stay away from the girl, with various punches and kicks to the face and ribs emphasising the demand. He’d dragged himself, bleeding and achey, back to Noah’s apartment, and had barely left his couch in the days since. 

As he hovered outside of the entrance to A Novel Idea now, he hesitated. Maybe Rae didn't want to see him again? Maybe their time apart had given her further cause to push him away, to see the truth of who he really was - a lowlife, good for nothing loser who wasn't good enough for her. Hell, he had no doubt in his mind her mother had likely poisoned her further in that time, lying and manipulating the blonde.  

But in the end, none of that mattered to Flynn. 

Nothing felt more important to him now than protecting Rae, and while he could lie to himself and insist that staying away was his way of doing just that, he knew it wasn’t the truth. The time would eventually come when someone else – somebody new, somebody kinder, better looking, and far more deserving of Rae – would come along and catch her eye, see through her mother’s lies, and start the cycle all over again. Nothing would keep her safe other than for her to be away from that dreaded woman, and Flynn would let them beat him to an inch of his life if he had to. She deserved the truth. 

With his hood firmly over his head, shielding customers from the unsightly view of his broken, bruised skin, his signature denim jacket wrapped firmly over the hoodie, he kept his head low as he sidled into the coffee shop. He knew that Rae still worked there – he'd be lying if he said he hadn’t been religiously following her every instagram update, his chest aching at the sight of her wide smile as she cosied up next to people she’d never seen before.  

Glancing up at his surroundings, Flynn frowned. The store that he thought he’d known so well had undergone quite the makeover, with paper hearts dangling from the ceilings, flowers blooming in every corner, a harsh pink glow to the business as light bounced off the array of new decor that seemed to fill the space. He shoved his confusion aside and focused on the matter at hand, his heart stilling in his chest as he glanced up, gaze landing on Rae. 

She was deep in conversation with somebody – an older gentleman that Flynn didn’t quite recognise – and she looked... happy. She was laughing with him, a veritable glow surrounding her as always seemed to be the case, and for a moment Flynn wondered if he’d made a mistake coming here, disturbing her peace. But he couldn’t turn back now, not when he’d come so far. 

Closing in on the counter, a chalkboard full of puns sat square on the wall, serving as their backdrop. Drinks such as You Mocha Me Crazy and I Love You A Latte were scrawled on the board, perfect doodles surrounding each pun that he knew Rae must be responsible for. Anxious, he shoved his hands into the front pocket of his hoodie, and cleared his throat, by way of announcing his arrival. 

The older man was the first to look up, attention caught immediately, and Flynn immediately felt himself undeserving of the smile he directed his way. The full weight of it seemed to knock the air from his lungs, and he couldn’t help but feel that Rae was surrounded by exactly the perfect people for her. 

“Uh, hey. Can I get a... Don’t Worry, Be Frappe-y, and also a side of wholly undeserved forgiveness?” Flynn asked, tugging his hood down, and smiling sheepishly across the counter. The man looked confused now, his brow arched in askance, but Flynn only had eyes for Rae. 

[godling-jesse]

call to the light

Part of him, even after all of this time, still thought this was a dream. It had to have been a dream, either that or whatever he took at that atlanta party was a lot more than he'd bargained for. Talk about a gnarly trip. Still as he looked around from demigod to demigod, all of whom looked just as confused, just as lost as he did, he started to realize this was actually happening. It's like he went to sleep on night, and then woke up in fucking Narnia… but instead of kings and queens, they were fucking demigods?

For a moment, he just stood there, taking in his father's statue. Apollo, god of the sun, of music, of medicine, of prophecy, that was his father. Seeing the brilliance that even a stone depiction of the god was humbling. Even now, he could feel the power, the song reverberating in his bones, as if something inside of him was responding to magnetic pull. Was this his father calling to him? How could he respond? Was Apollo even listening? Even now there were so many questions running through his head, questions he needed to get answers to.

After watching the rest of the group so so, Jess sat in the throne, drink held out to him. He could hear the words in his head, yet wasn't unnerved. After everything he'd seen today, voices in his head seemed about right. In all honesty, he'd listened to about half of what the voices were saying. All he heard was that drinking the ambrosia would unlock his latent power, the abilities of a demigod. The mere chance of being able to be closer to his father, to taste his power, it was enough of a reason. He raised the ambrosia to his lips and drank wihout pause.

Then it all went white.

When he opened his eyes again, he wasn't in the temple anymore… he was back home, back in Atlanta. He stood at his mother's old lounge, in the middle of a dance floor, with his mother's music blasting in the background. "Mom?" he called out, maneuvering through dancers, pushing away wandering hands that groped and pulled at him. He tried to get to the source of the music, but the harder he tried, the further away he got, as if the dance floor was never ending. Eventually the dancers began to grab and tug at him harder, and when he looked to see who they were, all he could see were clown or 'player's' masks of solid gold, glittering in the strobe lights. "What the fuck? Stop, let me go!" he tried to push through harder now. The dancers began tugging on his shirt, ripping it, pulling at his pants, his arms. The more frantic he got, he felt their grips heating up, as their masks brightened, like sunlight reflecting off of the gold surface. "Fuck!" he yelped as a searing hot hand clawed at his chest, his stomach, his shoulder, then his legs. His mother's music swelled louder now, drowning out his cries and pleas for help. All he knew was that he had to get to her, had to follow the music, though try as he might the creatures pulled and clawed at him He felt himself being pulled and pushed to the ground, searing in pain as the masks began to blaze with radiant light, blinding him.

Then it all went black.

When he opened his eyes again, the music was gone, the people were gone, the lounge was gone. He was alone in the darkness. He strained his eyes to get a read on where he was, but couldn't decipher anything but his own body, his hands, his feet, in the pitch darkness. A chill crept across his spine, though he wasn't sure if it was because of the cold, something else. "Hello?" he called, arms crossing over his chest. It wasn't until then that he realized he had no shirt on, and no pants, no shoes. He was completely naked in the darkness, exposed to what he could only consider a foreboding abyss. He walked forward, searching or anything, anyone to move to. There was nothing. It felt like he was walking around aimlessly for hours. That sense of loneliness, of hopelessness wasn't a foreign one to him, but for it to be so vast. A pang of panic rumbled in his gut. Then something faint in the distance caught his eye. It looked like some sort of flickering mote of light. Hugging his chest tighter for warmth, he moved toward the light. He squinted his eyes at first, trying to make out the shape.

"Hello?" As the entity drew nearer, he could feel the warmth of radiating even from a distance, that cold chill began to fade, leaving an invigorating heat. The closer he got, the warmer he felt, the safer he felt. The light in front of him only seemed to get larger, until he recognized it as the sun, swelling with radiant light, casting away the darkness. Jesse raced toward it, drawn to it, as if it were a part of him, part of his soul that he hadn't known he'd been missing until now. When he got even closer, however, not saw the beaming rays start to shift. The sun's shape altered, grew into something else. Were those wings pushing out from either side of it? The shape of the sun elongated into something, some creature Jess couldn't quite picture. Still, he pushed forward, even as the entity bellowed a monstrous roar, sending a torrent of golden hot light at him, searing away at his skin, he didn't stop. The pain was almost too much to bare, but he wouldn't turn away, he couldn't. Instead, he let out his own soul shaking roar, before he collapsed to the ground.

Then it all went gold.

[t3r4t0m4]

Do you have any headcanons for the Hilliker Brothers?

BOY DO I!!!!

BE WARNED! I only consider the first film to be canon, but here we go!

Basic Headcanons:

• Three Finger is the one who started the collecting. He tries to keep them all organized and saves some of the things he especially likes. Often times he hides them too, so he can keep them away from his brothers messing with whatever has caught his fancy.

• They can speak! but not English. The Hillikers grew up around Old Amish communities and we're only taught Pennsylvania Dutch instead of English.

• They know how to play instruments! Each brother was taught at a young age how to play one: Sawtooth was taught the fiddle, One Eye was taught the banjo and Three Finger was taught the harmonica

•Only Sawtooth can read English. The three of them will sneak down to Maynard's stand to steal newspapers (and other supplies) so that Sawtooth can read the news out loud to Three Finger and One Eye

• Okay so, obviously Sawtooth, Three Finger and One Eye are not their real names. They most likely have names that came straight from the bible, like Abraham or Ezekiel, but no one except for them knows their names... except maybe Maynard??

• All three brothers know how to hand sew, although, this skill mostly goes into editing the clothes from victims so that they can fit on Sawtooth

• The grown their own produce...and weed

• They own a bunch of old country and folk records and all have their favorite tastes:

Three Finger - likes old haunting kinda folk songs (The Kossoy Sisters, Johnny Cash, Townes Van Zandt)

One Eye - big fan of upbeat and love songs and country music done by ladies (Patsy Cline, Lesley Gore, The Statler Brothers)

Sawtooth - old fashion, big into the classic stuff (Hank Williams, old Willie Nelson, Marty Robbins)

Post Canon HC:

• Three Finger was the only brother to survive, but now he's an OLD MAN now and SCARRED! Burn scars all over his lips down to his neck, leaving his teeth exposed. He's also gotten a bit hunkier! His bigger brothers are gone now, so he's gotta do all the heavy lifting now

• Three Finger has a shrine for One Eye and Sawtooth, maybe has some of their bones preservered

• Dogs?? Maybe?? Three Finger might have adopted some big ole hunting dogs to help hunt victims (bonus points if these dogs are mutated too)

Medical HC:

• Sawtooth: acromegaly, cleft palate and lip , congenital analgesia, exotropia, scoliosis, unilateral deafness, benign tumor

• One Eye: missing eye (caused by injury, not birth defect), autism, congenital analgesia, PCOS, gender dysphoria (ftm), BPD

• Three Finger: cleft hand (main feature), esotropia, congenital analgesia, ehlers danlos syndrome, ectodermal dysplasia, PCOS, gender dysphoria (ftm), benign tumor(s),

• Three Finger did his own top surgery, but Sawtooth helped One Eye with his YIPPEEE

AND THAT'S ALL! I can elaborate on a few of these if you so desire :3

[lostandfoundbook]

Chapter 15

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The two of them said their goodbye's to Benji before making their way out of the apartment. The day was still young, and there was so much to do. Alexandria could feel all the memories brimming with threats to expose themselves to her, a feeling she hadn't felt in quite a long time.

Nostalgia. She missed this part of town. She was staring down all the grassy lawns as she hopped into the car and shut the door tight behind her. It was a quaint little piece of property that Benji had inherited, and it was nothing in comparison to Oliver's theatre. 

Both were places she lived as she worked, but one of the two she was more fond of. She couldn't help but favor Benji's little theatre over Oliver's massive one. There was something so home-y about her best friends place.  For a short period of her life, she continued to grow up there and thrive.

Getting to see it again almost felt like a dream. Sitting with the two boys by her side sipped away at her coffee. It really didn't energize her. Instead it brought her a sense of tranquility that just washed away at whatever fears or anxieties she previously had. It was a good cup of coffee. It tasted like home. 

She lugged the duffel bag off of her shoulder and unzipped it, reaching back in for the journal. She pulled a pencil out of the bag and flipped to a free page on the book. She started writing down about what happened, and her experience at Benji's. She wrote about Everette a bit too, but not too much. Just enough to reference in her call out post. 

She tilted her head to the side as she wrote. Oliver went on to pop his own car door and hop in, side eyeing her before pressing the keys into the ignition. "What are you working on?" He eventually said as they started to pull away from the theatre. Away from home. "Just journaling." she replied.

"I've heard that's really good for you. It's supposed to help you work through a lot of things" Everette added on. It was true. She had taken it up in her high school years when a school counselor had told her it was a good idea. They never could afford therapy, and it's left Alex with dozens of lost journals full of her thoughts throughout the years, with zero clue as to where those could've gone.

"Yeah. I really like being able to just talk through my feelings."

The car ride home was quiet aside from the radio quietly playing the top 2010 hits. It was a good year for music, Alex thought towards herself. She leaned her head back in the car and set her journal down. "Do you think the call out post against Everette is a good idea? I haven't talked to my PR team about it and I don't think they're going to approve." 

Oliver shot her a glance. "You're asking if I approve of it?"

Alex grimaced with her lips. It had come off a bit odd. "Yes, I think that's what I'm asking."

The car slowly came to a halt as they stopped at a stop sign, and turned to look towards her. "I'll always support the things you want to to. I don't think it's a bad idea, I just think the timing needs to be perfect or else it might not have the same effect."

The girl searched around the car for something to stare at. "You're right. I want to put it out this week, or next week by the latest so that when the song comes out, people have the full context."

He nodded. "That's a good idea. I think people having the full context matters. You don't want them to associate it with any other ex you've had."

The car began to pull away again.

"Right, exactly." Alex shoved one of her legs up onto the dashboard and felt the AC blowing on her, slightly ruffling her hair. It was extremely frizzy today, and she figured it had to do with the increasing temperatures. Summer was quickly making it's way around the corner and Alex wasn't sure how she was going to cope with the heat this year.

Her thoughts were broken short by Oliver's voice ringing out. "What do you think about me hosting a gala?" Alex paused. "What about it? You do them yearly. It's about that time."

A small sound left Oliver's mouth that was reminiscent of a laugh. "No, I mean, what do you think about it?"

Another pause. She let the silence sit comfortably. Was she supposed to have an opinion on this? "It seems like a good idea. I've always wanted to go to one." Oliver perked up at this. "Great! I want to do one this month before we start putting on Big Feelings, that original musical we're doing, and I was thinking maybe we could go together. I usually take Avery."

The non-question weighed in the air. Did she want to go to a gala with him, where they would be openly photographed together? Did she want to deal with the press and rumor train that came with it? She already knew it was coasting down that track ever since the red carpet event. People noticed the way they looked at each other, and they remembered the photos of her sitting in the booth with Oliver.

Now, they had the ice skating photos to include with it. Some people were vehemently against the idea of Alex dating Oliver, which, was a good thing because she didn't intend to date him. Does she want to add fuel to the fire? She considered how easy it was to wash out Everette's bad press just by going out with a friend like this.

"I think I'll go. It sounds fun, and I think it'd be great for my career."

Oliver smiled towards her as the car came to another stop, this time because of traffic. "What else do you want to do with your career?" he asked her. "Oh, so many thing. I want to make visualizers and music videos, and I have this EP idea planned out that's slowly turning into an album... I want to do more press tours. More talking, and getting involved with my fanbase."

Oliver nodded his head. "And have you ever thought of working for me, like, in a serious manner? I'd take on your PR in a heartbeat."

It was an exciting offer. Alex wasn't particularly fond of her current management. Greg was great at his job, but he already admitted that there's not much he can do in regards to Everette. It seems Oliver can. 

"I hadn't really thought about it before. It's something I'd consider."

She didn't have the same connection with her old PR team like she does to the Haven Industries. Alex trusted Avery and Oliver, meanwhile Greg was just some guy who was related to her career path with Everette. Why not consider letting Oliver give it a shot?

"You'd also want to read your contract, which you're going to want to get a copy of. If I need to, I can buy out your contract. It'd be worth it in the long haul."

In the long haul? Alex truly didn't consider her future much. As a kid, she didn't even expect to make it past 18. Now, she's shocked she's still alive. Planning for the future was something she never really learned how to do, and it seemed Oliver did it so easily, even with other people.

Alex drew her bottom lip between her teeth before speaking out, "You know, there were a lot of rumors about you and I before recently?" Oliver shot her a side glance. "Oh?"

"They said you wanted to use me to better your image." Alex replied and Oliver let out a snort. "You can't possibly believe that's why I'm offering this?"

A small exhale of breath left her mouth, almost a laugh but not quite. "Of course not. I think it's a silly rumor because I've got a lot of bad publicity around my name. If anything, I would be the one using you." 

Traffic began to let up a bit between Alex's declaration, leaving Oliver focusing on trying to not get hit. "You know, this is why I never drive?" He added in while cruising past slow-moving people in the left lane. "This is supposed to be a fast lane, people!"

Alex smiled. "You yell at the road. What happens if people hear you and get out of their car?"

He smirked in response. "Yeah, right. They're gonna get through the armored car. I'd like to see them try." He waved his hands around to emphasize his point. 

The lanes were slowly opening up and the freeway came out of its stand still, with a few cars sitting off to the side. A car accident that people were slowly driving past. This was the culprit of the jam they had just been apart of. "How lovely." Oliver spoke out as they passed.

"People don't know how to drive in New York. They're all used to walking. They act like driving is some sort of video game and get into all these crashes"

She stopped to think about it, life as a video game, that is. It bordered on simulation theories, which Alex totally believed to a certain extent. Life was so confusing and complicated, and she had somehow found her way to the top. How'd that even happen?

"I think you're right about the walking part. People just don't know how to drive." 

The small talk flowed naturally as they filled up the cars small space with chatter and conversation. Topics came naturally towards them at this point, and there was no awkwardness between the two.

"I love the city, still." Alex spoke out while staring at the city as they re-entered their side of town. "It's so beautiful."

Oliver grunted. "It's a city, I guess. I'm so used to it." There was no question about it, Oliver viewed this city as something he had already conquered. He'd been down every avenue and walked every path there as to walk in this city. There was no need to revisit the places he had already been. 

"It's beautiful, though. The way every corner tells a new story? It's amazing. I could get lost in it forever."

He looked over and watched as the girl stared out of the car window at the vast landscape of artificially re-created nature scenes along all the sides of the buildings. The terf grass there to mimic the lush greenery you see back at Benji's side of town. The trees are much sparser here too, meaning it was much hotter over here. 

Alex reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone. She slipped through her contacts list and finally landed on Greg. She shot him a text that said "We need to talk" and quickly backed out of there. She didn't want to see if his green text bubble shot back at her, giving her an answer or reply. She scrolled back over towards Benji's contact and started writing him a message.

"Thank you for letting me bring Oliver. I know you two don't get along, and I doubt I'll ever get the full story out of either of you, but I'm glad you can put aside your differences for me. It was a really insightful day."

She smiled and hit send. She looked up from her phone and continued to city-watch the way she was used to doing while driving. She looked down when her phone pinged off another message from an unknown number.

"Stop ignoring me, you bitch!"

It was likely Everette. She swiped the notification away and shoved the phone back into her pocket. "Who was that?" Oliver questioned out as they slowly pulled up on the hotel parking lot. 

"Just Everette, I think."  Alex could as an annoyed look appeared on Oliver's face. "He needs to leave you alone." He returned as he parked. "Like, seriously. You might have to get a restraining order against him or something."

The girl looked up at the man as she reached for her bag. "You think? I figured, there's not many places he can get access to me. He's going to have to give it up eventually, right?" She was tired of the whole situation. She just wanted to be left along to write her music in peace. Perform theatre without being judged. Ice skate with whomever she pleased. 

She pulled the bag around her shoulder before opening her car door. "I don't know, Alex. He could be really dangerous. You don't know him."

She slid out of the car and watched as Oliver did the same. "I'll consider getting a restraining order if it'll make you happier, but I think I'll be fine without it." The two made eye contact over the hood of the beamer. It was soft and solemn, a small moment of agreement. Alex would contact the police and see what she could do.

She dropped the eye contact. "Also, I think I do want you to run my management. You know, if that's something you can do." She started walking up to the garage area that Oliver had designated for just him, right up close to the hotels entrance. "I can do that, for sure. You'd need what? Management, PR, stylists, maybe even an assistant one day?"

She let out a small snort. "Slow your roll. I think I know somebody who can do make up for me, and you and Avery are practically my stylists already. You run the management side, and I don't know who controls PR. So it's not a lot of things. I've pretty much got all of them covered, I think." 

She and Oliver carted their way through the revolving doors and into the building, being met with the beautiful scenery of white walls with gold trims, big open windows that dared you to gaze through them all day, and a big open walk way through the foyer. She could see the receptionist desks, and the way the walls of the entrance opened up past a certain height. 

All of this spawned a new memory in her brain. One of her sitting in a harness, dangling in the air. She stopped and shook her head a bit. When was that? Where was that? Was that here? Alex didn't remember this memory, yet it stood out clearly in her head. She stopped walking and Oliver turned to give her a look of confusion.

"I think I remember breaking into the hotel" she said out.

* * *

Alex was sat in her bedroom with Avery, Oliver, and her journals laid out in front of them all. "So, what exactly am I here for, again?" The ginger girl spoke up, with a shy look on her face. "You remember things about me that I don't, and I can't gather many other people. I could try to invite Brandon, but he'd be more confused than he would be able to understand any what I'm saying. You two get it."

Avery looked over towards Oliver who gave her a simple nod. "Alright. What do you need?"

Alex sighed and sat down. They were all surrounded the couches that made paralleled each other in the middle of the bedroom, with the TV sat out behind them on a handing stand. It was her room. She had made it lived in, and she was familiar with it.

"I want to expose Everette. I remember why we were breaking in. And I remember a lot of other stuff, too. I want to write this big expose, but I don't have the full time line down. I want to clear it up, and get it posted tonight. The song about him comes out in a week and a half, and I think it's been long enough."

Avery nodded in approval and listen with a sense of understanding. Alex didn't know how much she knew about Everette, or how much Oliver had told her. She figured he told her a lot, consider she was one of his closest friends and assistants. She knew more about him than Alex did, and she was extremely aware of that fact. Avery held information about Oliver, while both of them held information about Alex. It was a tricky situation.

"I hate to repeat myself, but what am I supposed to do in this situation? I don't exactly remember much.."

Oliver turned towards her. "She's getting a restraining order against Everette." Avery's eyes widened and she turned towards Alex, who sat there nodded in agreement. "Really?"

"Yes. He wont stop messaging me and I've made it clear that I don't want him to talk to me anymore. He said he wanted to talk in person, and I have really really bad vibes about that. It's not gonna happen. We're through, and if he can't get that message, I'll get the police involved."

Oliver turned back towards Alex. "Not to mention, he tried to break into the red carpet event when he wasn't invited. None of us know how he figured out the location."

Alex shrugged. "That ones not too difficult. I could've figured it out if I were still living with him. Against you, I mean. It wouldn't be hard to find." Oliver sighed and knitted his brows. "But he was actively seeking it out. That's my point. He's trying to find you in person. That's not good."

Alex shook her head and raised her brows. "I know! I'm just saying, It wasn't the most evident example of stalking. We don't even know if the order will be approved. That's why I just want to focus at the information at hand. Everette used to abuse me, and I have lots of proof of that. I want to post it tonight. It wont be hard." 

Avery raised her head. "I could write out the timeline for you.." She meekly spoke, as if she didn't dare cross the boundaries between the two. There was a line drawn in the sand between her and Alex and she wasn't going to be the one to leap across. "Really?!" Alex replied in an excited manner. 

Oliver pipped in "Yeah! You said you've got it all written out, she can go based off of your notes and just write it as if she were you."

Alex frowned. "Well, you can write it, but I'm gonna change a few things in it to make sure it sounds like me. I want people to take this seriously." Oliver eyed Avery up. "You good to do it?"

She nodded. "Yeah, I can do it. Where's the laptop?"

"Woah, right now, right now?" Alex called out, standing up and headed towards her bed. "Yeah, I have nothing else to work on!"

Alex retrieved the laptop off of her bed and Oliver frowned. "Didn't I ask you to write up multiple documents for me?" She smiled coyly. "I already did them. I'm a fast typer."

The blonde girl handed the laptop off to the ginger girl and sat back down on the couch. "The notes are all here. Everything's in chronological order and all the photos to reference are in the hard drive, labeled by dates and referenced by types of abuse."

"You would make a good lawyer" Oliver said, smiling. "Yeah, maybe in another life. My sister's more the one to be the lawyer kind" She said and wiped her palms across the pant legs of her jeans. Her palms were sweaty. She was nervous. She had no clue how people were going to receive the news of Everette. 

Would they be happy that she was no longer dating him? Would people be upset that she's using her voice so proudly? What exactly was going to happen, and who was going to pick this story up? Alex could feel the anxiety in the pit of her stomach, and remembered some book she read once.

'Anxiety is a stimulus without a source'

She had a source, she thought. Everette was the root of all her worries. Without him, she would be free. A piece of her wished he would just die. Or maybe be arrested. One of the two. Whichever got him out of her life as quick as possible. Maybe he could move halfway across the country and she'd never have to see him again. That would facilitate him forgetting about her first, though. That would be a long shot.

Jail. Or death. 

"We can get people to pick up this story in the news" Oliver spoke up as he watched Avery work. She had gotten the word document up and was referencing some pretty heinous bruises when Alex stood up and walked into the bathroom. She stopped and stared at herself in the mirror.

She looked more familiar, like she could recognize the person she was looking at. Over the past couple of months of staying at the hotel, Alex felt unrecognizable. Like she was living in a shell of who she was supposed to be. Now she feels like she'd broken whatever mold she was thrusted into and was butterflying her way out of the cocoon. 

She started at the white t-shirt she had thrown over her body this morning. Some band t-shirt for somebody she didn't recognize it. She didn't own it. None of these clothes belonged to her, and yet she was endowed with an accumulation of clothing from the hotel. From Oliver. She tried to remember that. 

Oliver provided this all for her. She turned the sink on and splashed cold water onto her face. She didn't wear make up often, so this was no issue for her. She wiped her face off with a towel, and walked back out of the bathroom.

"You okay?" Oliver questioned as she sat back down. "I'm fine. Just tired." She lied. She was exhausted. Tired wasn't enough of a word for it. She felt like the weight of the world was resting on her shoulders and all she had to do was remember everything to keep the pressure off her back. Without that, the world would come barreling down and crush her clean off the map. 

"How are you doing, Avery?" 

"I'm almost done." She replied, looking up from the keys she was previously spent tapping away on. "Really? Already?" Alex queried 

"Yup! You'll just need to change what you want to change, add the photos, and you can post it."

Alex sighed. She could feel the world lift just a bit higher on her back. Just a little bit of pressure releasing. She clamped her hands together and felt around her wrists. They were thin. She hadn't been eating as often as she should've been. There wasn't time. She hadn't been drinking enough water, either.

Just focusing on her career, theatre, and exposing Everette. She stared down at the floor. "....And... done!" Avery said, and flipped the computer around to face Alex. She stared back at the masterpiece placed in her lap.

"Is there anything else you need from me?" She added on. "No, this is perfect, thank you!" Avery smiled back towards Alex and tilted her head. "Anything for you. I'm always here... but... not literally. I have to go. I'll check up on you later, okay?"

Alex looked her in the eyes and nodded. The ginger girl stood up and meandered her way up to the door, unlatching it, and making her way out. Oliver scooted over to be sitting in the middle of the couch instead of off to the side, sharing it with somebody else. He made it his. 

"So, what do you need to change?" He asked out, kicking his feet up onto the table to rest them. Alex pulled the laptop onto her lap and began rearranging the wording. "Not much. Just need to change some things here or there."

Oliver started to beam at her. "What?"

"You just look so different sat over a laptop than you do sat over a mic."

Alex could feel her cheeks go red. "Well, it's a much different process, isn't it? Writing versus recording? I have to give my all when I'm recording."

Oliver's lips formed an amused line. "And you don't have to give your all for this?"

Alex looked up at him and shook her head. "No. Avery's done most of the work for me. I'm really just editing it."

He nodded in return. "I get it. Hey, I'll swing back around later, yeah?" He started to stand up and pointed towards the door with his thumbs. "Go" She replied, a smile spreading across her own lips. He was a busy man. He had a whole hotel to run. He couldn't partake in her silly games of retribution today, and that was fine by her. 

He made his own way out of the hotel suite, leaving Alex to her lonesome. She looked over the wording a bit more before making her final edits. She copied and pasted it and went onto her photo software to compile all the photos together. She put them side by side in a collage so that it would all fit, because most social media sites had a limit on how many photos you could include.

Alex had a lot of photos, and videos, and journal entries. She had so much. So much evidence. She put as much of it as she could into four slides for Twitter, and ten slides for Instagram. She added text on the screen of the Instagram slides to explain what was happening, because not everyone read long captions. She took a deep breath in and hit 'Post' on all of the websites before closing down her computer.