#nothing to hand and nobody goes to university

[factorialsotherfandoms]

Joe day! This one is a bit long, and a bit nasty... It's also the only one so far I've prewritten anything for, even if the prewriting was done like... yesterday. So still within the month. Sorry Joe, I've known I wanted to do this to you since I realised I gave you time magic. It could have been anyone. But you use magic timeskips with a call in your videos, so its you.

This fic runs into the middle of Cleo's fic, but from Joe's PoV

TW: time loops, major character death (reversed), betrayal, guilt, referenced offscreen suicide (reversed), open ending

By my standards it isn't graphic, but I am not a good judge. I advise caution and if things like text injuries upset you, skip this one.

It could have had more scenes, or more long scenes. I got decided enough was enough at a point.

"Joe! Do something!"

Cleo's voice is desperate as she holds False's mangled corpse in her hands. Joe can do nothing but stare at it, even as the battle rages on. Danger is all around, but he knows his mortality was lost somewhere, and Cleo... Cleo Joe can always stitch back together again.

False, though...

"Joe!"

"I don't know," he whispers.

"Can't you go back?" they beg. "Or resurrect her or change history or-"

Cleo is crying.

She knows as well as Joe does that, when he time travels to places where he already exists, he remembers it. His memories do not lack meeting himself, nor do they change after doing so; he doesn't remember meeting himself here, he doesn't-

Joe has met thousands of people in the centuries he has been alive. And most of them have died. Cleo has, too, but this-

Neither of them ever stuck around to love them before; it was nothing like this.

He hears Scar's scream as someone kills Cub.

"I wasn't there," Joe tells her, in horror himself. "I wasn't- Didn't see myself."

The earth shakes as someone kills That-Which-Should-Not-Die.

"/Joe/, please!"

He hears Scar's scream silence as someone kills him.

There is a spell, he knows. One he has not tried. One he should never try, for it can splinter and fragment and destroy realities. Back when he worked in timeline stabalisation it caused all sorts of problems - he learnt it from one of the guys they stopped, after all. It's not just a travel but a do over, scratching out a history and replacing it with another - or possibly splitting the universe in twain, nobody has ever quite agreed on which.

It's not forbidden, exactly, just...

It's then that Rendog finds them, slipping in the bloody mud as he tries to stop running.

"False?" he whispers.

Overhead, lightning strikes.

Enough.

Enough is enough.

He'll do it, then, he'll do it-

"False! Cleo, why isn't False-?"

"Joe will fix it," Cleo sobs. "Joe always fixes it, he's like that, Joe, please-"

And he will, he will, if Cleo asks it of him, then god strike him down he /will/.

"Rewind."

"- I think we're hoping for rather more than a might."

Joe's fingers spasm into soft fabric as his eyes looks wildly around. Cleo, in their nightdress, sits beside the fire in the arcane common room. The clock keeps on ticking, and the cuckoo ducks out signalling a bit too late to still be awake. There's not a drop of blood on them - nor is there on him. No scrapes on his hands, no blood between his teeth, no-

"Joe?" She asks, voice suddenly anxious. "Joe, are you listening to me?"

"Cleo?" he whispers.

"Well, yeah? Who else was I gonna be?"

He throws his arms around their neck, clinging tight.

"We need to stop it!" he tells her. "Come on, come on, before it all goes wrong!"

He bounces back off the seat, pulling them to their feet as he stumbles to his own. No time for questions he pulls her towards Xisuma's office; they need to talk, and they need to talk now.

--- Tiiiiime Skip! ---

He told them. He told everyone. They made their plans and they tried their best, and yet-

And yet it wasn't that simple, was it?

This time it's Ren dead in False's lap, Xisuma dead by Evil Xisuma's gun, Evil Xisuma dead by Wels' blade. Others, too, Joe are sure there are others from the screams he has heard, but he doesn't know-

--- Tiiiime Skip! ---

A spear goes through Hypno's throat, wrists, ankles, stomach, wings-

Pinned again.

Like- Like... Like Joe isn't sure how many times before, but he cannot let it happen in his final ending.

Try again.

--- Tiiiiime Skip! ---

Everyone is dead. Not just them, not just the students - every one of their allies and enemies too.

Not even the Turtle survived.

"Where to now?" Cleo asks Joe, clearly trying to be strong.

They could leave.

They have left before.

Just a little hop across realities, Joe can just take them to another timeline - another world.

Joe takes her hand, and holds it tight.

He cannot do this.

Not even if it means leaving them behind.

"Rewind."

--- Tiiime Skip! ---

"You weren't supposed to die first," Scar sobs. "Please, please- Cub- This isn't funny! This isn't a good prank, you can stop now! Please, Cub, you were never supposed to die first…"

"Rewind" is Joe's reply.

--- Tiiiime Skip!---

Jevin crushed and baked and ground to fine dust.

Rewind.

Welsknight's helmet caved in, just like his skull.

Rewind.

Pearl eaten by her own dogs.

Rewind.

Mumbo vomiting blood onto the floor-

--- Tiiime skip! ---

One time, Joe grabs Cleo's hands, and drags them through a wormhole. He tells them nothing of what is happening as they play volleyball on the beach. Cleo laughs and Joe smiles, and the sun shines down on a beautiful day.

"What brought this on?" Cleo asks, lent over the sink as they wash salt from their hair. "Just a vacation? How very un-Joe hills of you."

"I take vacations!" he replies, and ignores the swirling pit of guilt in his stomach - the guilt that knows that as they laugh and play, their friends are dying on another continent. "There doesn't need to be another reason."

"If you say so," her eyes are bright as they pick him apart, squeezing out the last of the water. "Now, dinner. You can't bring me here and /not/ buy me dinner."

And so he takes them to dinner.

Later that night, once Cleo is asleep, snoring gently on her bed, Joe will get up. He will put things away then sit on the bed.

Take a deep breath.

Refuse to say goodbye.

"Rewind."

And get back to it.

--- Tiiiime Skip! ---

Joe Hills screams.

--- Tiiiiime skip! ---

At some point, he thinks he begins to hate Xisuma.

It's not a fair hatred, not really; Joe will feel guilty about it for the rest of his immortal life. But it is a true hatred.

He's worked out the root cause of all the death, the reason Joe can never save everyone - Xisuma could win the fight before anyone is hurt, but to do so he would have to be willing to kill his twin.

It's a useless argument, a pointless one. Xisuma understands but does not accept fate, and so everyone dies again and again and again. It's so much harder to survive, when you're trying to avoid injuring somebody, and they are there purely for the kill.

But Xisuma does not have the heart for it.

And so Joe has to save everyone the hard way.

--- Tiiime Skip! ---

Rewind.

Hypno pinned to the wall like a butterfly to a collection.

Rewind.

Keralis mad with grief and calling down the stars to kill the earth-

Rewind, Rewind, /REWIND/

---Tiiiime Skip!---

"Who was it you were looking for?" Joe asks the archangel before him.

A glare turns to Joe, eyes haughty and strict. Still he maintains his posture.

"I may look like a fool, but maybe I can help!" He offers. "Or at least be an appropriate distraction!"

He is not answered with words, but with pictures of two familiar folk.

He knows them he knows them he knows them he-

"This is your price?" He asks.

"If you want our help," the archangel tells him. "You will give us them first."

It isn't worth it.

Joe refuses to sell his own people out just for a change to change things.

He'll do it himself, lesson by bloody lesson.

--- Tiiiime Skip!---

Etho hung from a castle spire.

Rewind.

Bdubs crushed into the mud.

Rewind.

Gem's head tossed at Grian's feet.

Rewind.

Beef captured, tortured, posted back hacked into pieces, a jigsaw puzzle in a box.

Rewind.

--- Tiiiime Skip! ---

The field is a barren mess. Those who could walk have left, and those who could not have died, except for two who remain. Well, no, Joe left. Joe left and stood in the hospital and listened to the dying screams of some friends, and the desperate screams of others as they tried to save one another's lives.

He doesn't remember who is dead.

At this point, perhaps he should.

Still, he approaches the other figure, kenlt with wings stretched out in a strangely dry patch of battlefield.

The-Thing-That-Grian-Has-Become's back is to Joe.

A thousand eyes still watch his steps.

In the depths of his gut, Joe knows that Grian himself is very, very dead, even if his body breathes.

"You should have saved them," it accuses, the stolen voice echoing with the weight of ten thousand suns.

"I'm trying," he replies. And then, as he no longer knows fear, he asks, "what did you do to Grian?"

The two had existed in parallax for cycles upon cycles; it seems strange that the being has finally consumed Grian now.

Joe isn't really sure what it /is/, exactly, only that it has been there a long time, and is strange, and every time it takes control Grian grows a few more teeth.

"He offered me his flesh to keep," the being sniffs. "I won't stay in it much longer, but he didn't want to stay, not without his friends. And I've been peckish of late."

"So you ate him."

"So I ate him."

That-Which-Wears-Grian's-Skin does not know guilt or remorse, guilt or failure. It is not human, and - as far as Joe knows - and unlike Keralis it has never tried to be.

"Do you care, traveler?" it asks. "Is that why you fight?"

Joe does not reply.

"You can try again, you know? Not everyone gets that choice."

--- Tiiiiime Skip! ---

Joe sells out his own people just for a chance to change things.

They can rescue them later, right? Once the Lord of Evil is defeated and their alliance no longer useful, they can turn on the angels and rescue their friends. Joe can throw himself to the past or the future for his betrayal, but rescue was always in the plan.

Tango won't have it. Zedaph won't have it.

The first throws himself at Joe the moment he finds out, loosing his grip on the finer points of human form in his rage. Fingers of lava tear into his flesh, burning him, pulling him apart as Tango screams in rage and grief and pain.

Joe takes it - he knows what he did, but it was to save them. It was to save them. He's doing his best, he just wants to save them.

Zedaph is quieter. He leaves, coming back only once Tango has burnt himself out.

He brings a bottle of acid and pours it on Joe's eyes, the only softness left him him is for how he scoops Tango up, and drags him back out.

Those two leave soon after, and nobody can stop them quitting. With them - with Impulse really - they take the alliance with the Dwarves.

Joe spends the loop in the infirmary, hoping it will work. And it does, after a fashion - the angels come, they fight, the casualty rare is much lower - Xisuma and Mumbo and Jevin and Scar - and Joe can work from that, its a better starting point, he might be able to do something with that-

His eyes heal just in time to see the corpses bought back from heaven.

Skizz alone remains, every part of him screaming as he cradles the charred remains of Impulse, Zedaph and Tango lying dead at his sides.

And Grian. And Gem. And False and Cub and even though alive xB will no longer even look at Joe and-

--- Tiiiiime Skip! ---

Joe doesn't try that again.

What he tries almost works - it almost, almost /almost/ works-

But then he finds Skizz cradelling Impulse's corpse, Tango and Zedaph already rushed to the infirmay and-

And maybe in an earlier timestream Joe could have lived with that.

But this isn't earlier, and Joe cannot, and he hears the broken, confused "Joe?" between Skizz's lips - one begging him for help, exactly the same as he did as when Joe betrayed him-

"I'll fix this," Joe promises. "This was just a trial run, I'll fix it."

--- Tiiime Skip! ---

Assassins in the night, half the staff dead before the fight even happens.

Rewind.

xB and Keralis, hand in hand this time, cut open and bleeding into the sea.

Rewind.

Joel's shield shattered, arrows tearing open his armour and his flesh.

Rewind.

Three cats on Scar's lap, meowing for him to wake.

Rewind.

--- Tiiiime skip! ~~~

Joe gathers the pieces of Cleo into his lap. There's not enough left to put her back together. If she's even still conscious, there's no splinter of flesh capable of speech. Their tongue alone is in seventeen pieces and Joe shatters, and he rewinds.

--- Tiiiiime Skip! ---

when does it end when does it end when does it end when does it end it has to end when does it end dear reader please tell me how many more chapters when will this end when does it end does it ever end please say it ends even if its a lie just tell me it ends

--- Tiiiiime Skip! ---

Tango dissolved to a pool of lava, burning his friends and absorbing their ash.

Rewind.

Doc screaming in agony as his magitek eye is used to force electricity inside his body.

Try again.

Rewind.

And Try Again.

--- Tiiiime Skip! ---

Everyone is dead. How can we accept this end? Joe Hills casts rewind.

--- Tiiiiime Skip! ---

It ends in ruins again.

It always ends in ruins.

Blood bubbles up between Joe's teeth as he laughs, the scene before him overlaid a thousand times. Blood, blood, blood... everywhere is death and blood. He doesn't look at the bodies - not xB run through with his own trident; not False's dead eyes as a vulture plucks them from her head; not the-thing-that-is-Grian, as it shrieks bound to the floor and feral, forced to watch the dissection of Mumbo's corpse; not Skizz begging for Impulse to live; not Zedaph lying butchered on an altar; not Xisuma-

Not any of them.

Both Xisuma's lie dead, but the fighting continues. Etho shows no concern for friend or foe as he summons corpses to fight, and Cub shows even less as he shrieks with unfiltered rage. All around skeletons fight zombies.

All around, the mortal soldiers lie dead.

Student upon student, peer upon peer, friend upon friend...

Joe's body is shattered in the mud, but he cannot die. He begs for your release, reader, but he cannot die. Shattered in the mud, bones broken, unable to move. There is pain in every part of him, and yet he no longer feels pain at all.

Cleo stands over him, protecting his broken body as though that even matters. He's like mycelium, you see - you cannot kill him in any way that matter, in any way that will stick. She knows this, and yet...

"Get up," Cleo's hisses break into a yell. "Joe, I swear to god, if you don't get up right now-!"

A tear chokes her throat.

She cleaves the skull of the approaching skeleton in two.

Joe doesn't have a jaw right now.

It would be a little tricky even if he tried.

Which he won't. 

Technically, they have won. Here stands all the Forces of Evil, their leader dead and their mine stop broken. He could take it, the idea of everyone dying, if not for the fact that they die.

Die, and might blame him, might-

"Joe! Joe, please!" Cleo's voice is broken as she begs it of him. "Joe, keep fighting! Just a little longer!"

How many times has he been told that.

How many times will he be told it again.

"/JOE/!"

He cannot stand, cannot do anything she asks, need a good few days for his shattered body back together.

He cannot.

He knows how to keep fight, he knows it, its just...

He's so, so, so tired.

But he cannot leave the end like this.

"Joe!" Cleo yells at him. "Get up!"

He knows that, at best, he is rewriting the timeline.

That at worst, he is leaving a corpse every time.

That he-

"Joe," Cleo must have seen his expression, for her voice drops, they reach for him, they- "No, no, Joe, don't leave me here, Joe-!"

"Rewind."

[elodieunderglass]

Hi Your Majesty Elodie! I have a somewhat amusing story for you:

So, I was at a Family Dinner just last night, and — as one does — the conversation happened to be circling the subject of Medieval Creatures. (Spit dogs, at the time.) I mentioned a bit of Horse Knowledge that I picked up from your jockeyposting, and my father casually said, "You actually have horse racers in your family."

Which. Demanded further ecplanation.

Apparently, one of my great-great-grandfathers was a harness racer. (This is also on the side of my family that includes obscenely wealthy silversmiths, a WWII airship gunner, and possibly (although this one may just be family apocrypha) Davy Crockett's sister. They're just kinda like that.)

So. Thank you, Mr. Cillian, for revealing that in an alternate timeline I, too, may have been trapped in the Horse Vortex, and a question for you: does Killie's family include any wild curveballs?

(Killieposting)

Oh my, that’s so funny and cool! I love that kind of thing! Congratudolences.

The immediate dynasty are portrayed here, and not finalised, there being more b-generation uncles and c-generation cousins I haven’t added. The main point is that the Properties, which they’ve fought like tigers to accumulate, and thus the influence, travels down the elder sons; Bren&Blaw thus being more influential (having more horses) than poor Bernard (practically horseless).

In this specific snapshot there’s no real surprises, as they all have done exactly what was expected and lived mostly-blameless horsey lives.

There is a mystery, in Albert’s wife Catherine, grandmother of The Boys. She came from nowhere, and there is no paperwork. She answered no questions. The kids remember being a bit of a Thing about the previous-generation’s equivalent of Bren’n’Blaw, the Family Fixers, having arranged some mildly dodgy false passport for her or something.

She said her birthday was January 1. Like a racehorse.

She was a very very pretty woman, seemingly much younger than Albert (birthdate unknown) and had been classically trained as a musician.

Charlie’s perennial distraction with music was always tolerated, and even mildly encouraged, being “just like his grandmother was.”

For a family obsessed with racehorse pedigree/provenance it was A Bit Weird and Increasingly So As You Think About It. One of those weird things that you reflect on later, adding up dots, convening with cousins. Like, it wasn’t like it was The Old Days, it was like…. The 1960s or something ??

Boring explanation: she was a Protestant from over the border who got divorced, and they buried it.

Twee Explanation Specifically for Pissing Charlie off: fairy wife from under the hill lmao

Unlikely given the circumstances but perfectly possible explanation: Traveller, no paperwork, never was.

Probable Explanation: abusive marriage, Albert and his siblings arranged a convenient death for the husband and nipped the wife away but didn’t fancy explaining themselves

Anyway, one single mystery: woman from nowhere, racehorse birthday.

[absolutedestinyapocalypsse]

i love how as you read more into tlt, the ninth house seems more and more normal. Like if i'm at an immoral evil government competition, and i use human fat as soap and animate skeletons to do menial labor, i'm gonna LOSE if my competition is the third house, represented by ianthe "who HASN'T eaten human flesh and fucked a corpse" tridentarius. My weird skeleton thing seems normal, suddenly. Well-adjusted, even. It's recycling. They're using resources in a sustainable way. Normal and regular and productive for a post-climate change apocalypse universe.

People go on and on about how Muir drops you into gtn hearing from the person who knows the least about whats happening, and does not hand hold the reader through the crazy shit that occurs, and that's all true. It truly is a crazy writing decision to make your first pov character come from the universe's equivalent of amish fundamentalists. But the reader is actually done a huge favor being dropped into the ninth house first, because we already understand that space is cold and what catholic nuns are, and what goths look like, and what lesbians are. Very little time is wasted in the first chunk of gtn ripping hair out of your head wondering what the fuck is going on, because for all of its strangeness, the ninth house is already the most familiar thing we're gonna get.

Because THEN we learn that this whole universe's medieval chivalry system is designed to groom people from CHILDREN to not only be exploited and used as human batteries for necromancers, but to LIKE it. to wax poetic about it. to confuse it for love, to write fucking academic papers about it! Then we learn about planet flipping, an act so horrific and violent it turns the planet's soul into a massive vengeful monster capable of killing GOD. Like what do you MEAN the animals "change"? Is this why noodle has six legs? I would MUCH prefer to wear skeleton makeup and repent forever if the alternative was to witness my family dog grow TWO EXTRA LIMBS because the planet he lived on fucking died. Suddenly, living in the asscrack of a planet where no light gets in seems like a sweet deal when the whole solar system is lit by a sun that MAKES YOU GO CRAZY. The ninth house's WORST sin, killing 200 babies to make Harrow, a waste of resources and an act so terrible it haunts Harrow for the entire span of her life, is like a BLIP compared to the death count Jod's empire. God even hears about it and he's like, no big deal! The cohort probably kills that amount of people in a DAY.

And its ALSO tragic because you realize that all of this trauma and abuse that Gideon goes through is not really because of the ninth house at all. It's really just an individual skill issue that she wasn't treated with compassion. Nobody hated her because she's jesus or a bomb, nobody even KNOWS she's a bomb. It's just Priamhark and Pelleamena being deeply guilty and scared people that motivates her treatment, and absolutely nothing else.

They did something bad, and they know it, and Gideon survived it, and they can't kill her to cover it up, and that's IT. They killed themselves for pride, because they were afraid of the consequences of their actions (both the baby killing and Harrow opening the tomb) coming back to bite them. You can argue this is the catholicism of it all, and I wouldn't say you're wrong, but compared to the cavalier system, where exploitation is in the very lining of the house's institutions, the ninth house is really removed from the space empire's blood factory. This is compared to the fourth house where they have tons of children to be CANNON FODDER to join the cohort at fucking 14, compared to the eight house uncle nephew fuckery, even the fifth house which actually does seems nice to live on but also seems to have the fourth house in some sort of fucked up political bear hug??? (maybe the fourth house has so many kids in order to fight the fifth's battles? which is EXACTLY what jod's whole empire is about; politely stirring your tea and acting nice while you destroy everything) compared to ALL OF THAT, the cruelty that Gideon faces is really more a bug of the ninth's system than a feature.

There's nothing baked into the culture and everyday life of the ninth house that necessitated that cruelty; in fact, for such a pragmatic and resource-scarce place, it's WEIRD that a strong able-bodied young person was treated like a waste of space and resources. It could just have easily not happened, if Harrow's parents had been different people. Maybe they were products of their environment, but so was Harrow, and she values Gideon's life SO MUCH that she'd literally rather carve out parts of her own brain than exploit her. Gideon grows up knowing really NOTHING about cavaliers, so remote from the horrors of the empire that she develops an idea of what the cohort is from porn magazines. And in a lot of ways, that upbringing was desolate and terrible, and in a lot of other ways it literally DID NOT HAVE TO BE.

Gideon's MAIN THING is that she wants to be useful, to be needed, to be loved and it SUCKS that she couldn't even get it in the one place where she was actually an invaluable resource, where the death empire had the weakest reach. Gideon can't even blame her lack of love on the fucked up chivalry system like everyone else can because it JUST WASNT REALLY RELEVENT!?!?! This is like if i rolled up to the trauma competition and everyone else was raised in a nuclear warzone by wolves or something and i grew up in like, the suburbs and was raised by teachers and i somehow STILL WON. truly what the fuck guys.

[maybanksprincess]

the bends.

warnings: 18+, smut!!!, humping, kissing, slight fingering, hickeys, hair pulling, pet names.

summary: after you and jj stayed underwater too long, you get the bends, leading up to you two being locked in a hyperbaric chamber.

pairings: bf!jj x gf!reader

requested by this ask!! (thank you anon) 🤍

after you and jj arose from the water, you both had a guttural pain in your stomachs, resulting in you two being locked in a cramped up hyperbaric chamber to ease the pain.

both of you are laying on your backs, beside each other, staring up at the roof of the chamber.

jj was lost in his thoughts, his mind filled with guilt. he should've never let you go down there with him, you could have died. and it hurt him to know that he put you in danger.

"baby?" he breaks the silence, his gaze never leaving the roof.

"mm?" you hum

"you almost died." his voice cracks a little as he speaks. you can see the guilt and remorse in his eyes. "i should've never let you go down there."

you glance at him for a brief moment, then back at the ceiling.

"then who would've saved your life? if i wasnt there, he would've gotten you."

jj flicks your arm playfully, his voice weak as he speaks, nonetheless playful. "okay, i saved you too"

you smile a little, and turn to him. "you did."

"thank God." jj says, finally turning his gaze over to you.

theres a comfortable silence for a few moments, until you bring your hand to hold his.

"you know, i really thought things were different now...But it really is just us against the world, isnt it?"

"hm. us against the universe, more like. And were winnin'...we are."

you giggle and squeeze his hand, your head going to rest on his shoulder. you break the comfortable silence with your next words "you know...were in here for twelve hours."

"mhm." he agrees "what're we gonna do?" his words are laced with a bit of suggestion.

you giggle a bit "im sure we'll think of something." following your words, you lean in to kiss him.

as your lips were about to meet, some doctors walkie goes off, pulling you two out of your trance.

you quickly grab a pillow and cover the one window thats in the cramped space. with the hyperbaric chamber being sound proof, nobody on the outside could hear anything from the inside.

you go back to kissing him, the slow passionate kisses quickly turn into heated, rushed ones.

jj pulls on buttons of your denim shorts, pulling them down and sliding them off, then he works at your bikini bottoms, never breaking the kiss.

you feel his body on top of yours, hovering over you, one of his knees between both of your legs. he brings his ring and middle finger to your hole, slowly pushing them into your heat, as you two make out.

a moan escapes your throat as you feel his ringed fingers slide into your pussy, you continue to keep up with the kiss and your hands move from his shoulders to his blonde unruly hair.

you run your fingers through it as he pushes his fingers in and out of your heat, speeding up after every moan you let out.

he continues to massage his tongue over yours, dominating the kiss.

he feels your pussy clamp down on his two fingers and before the band in your stomach snaps, he pulls his fingers out and breaks the kiss with ragged breathing

you whine at the loss of his fingers, you walls clamping on nothing, and your orgasm postponed. "jay-"

before you can finish your sentence, you feel the tip of something huge hit your entrance, you look down and see his thick, and veiny cock prodding at your entrance.

jj pushes inside with a guttural groan, rocking his hips against yours. with every snap of his hips, he's hitting that spongy spot over and over again inside of you.

before you can even register it, you feel the pressure in your stomach build again, with every thrust, every groan that escapes his lips, your putty in his arms.

"jay. 'm gonna cum." you squeak, and his thumb goes down to rub circles on your swollen bud, increasing the pleasure.

"mhm, cum for me mama. give it t' me." he encourages, with deeper thrusts, his balls hitting your ass.

your eyes roll back as your orgasm approaches, the pressure finally snapping inside of your stomach, you grab onto his hair and pull at it, as you ride out your orgasm.

he groans loudly as he cums on your tummy, stroking his cock over and over again, more thick strings of seed coming out.

after you both ride out your highs, he lowers himself on top of u, kissing ur neck softly. "you okay, mama?"

"mhm. i love you jayj."

"i love you too princess."

[avocado-writing]

being the worst wolverine’s wife and one day you get zapped by the TVA for whatever reason, and it looks like you completely disappeared, this is what leads logan to become depressed, start drinking and ultimately ignore the x men when they die etc etc

he goes with wade purely bc he would if you were alive- he couldn’t give less of a shit about wade’s universe but he can feel you over his shoulder like an angel telling him he needs to do this (i imagine it’s like the jean hallucinations he had in the wolverine movie)

what if you’re in the void and he finds you with the rest of the group, like being unable to believe you’re really here?

hehe i love angst and ily avo <3

I already did a “Logan meets you in the void” fic here so I didn’t wanna make this too long or I’d just end up hitting the same beats!

1.4k. rated m for excessive use of the word “fuck”

The day you disappeared you took his fucking soul with him. 

You had been out shopping. Nothing weird about that, he wasn’t some overbearing husband who demanded to know your location every single hour. But then afternoon had turned into evening had turned into night and nobody had heard from you. The unfamiliar sensation of panic had risen, queasy, from his stomach into his chest. They sent out a search party and looked for days. Not a trace of you to be found. Logan couldn’t smell you. Fuck, he’d never not been able to smell you before.

He would hunt for you every day, hoping to find you alive but trying to level with the idea of you being cold and dead because at least then he’d have closure; he’d stay awake for hours on end until he collapsed from exhaustion… then he’d wake up and repeat the whole horrible affair. Nothing. After weeks of searching, Charles had laid a hand on his arm. Logan can still remember the look of pity on his face, like a bomb to the gut. 

“I’m so sorry, Logan.”

They had to assume you were abducted and killed. Your body never turned up. And Logan just had to… keep going. How was he meant to keep going? You were his entire fucking life and then you were just…

Gone. 

To say he was left empty was the biggest understatement of his fucking life. He was a shell of the man he once was. He never laughed any more, never smiled, always trying to plug the hole your absence left in him with whatever alcohol he could get his hands on. Drink himself to a place where he could forget you.

It never really worked. At least it made him numb to the pain though. 

When he staggers home one evening, eyes bleary and head spinning, and finds the whole mansion torched? Everyone left that he loved fucking dead? Well, it takes the last vestiges of his existence and crushes them into dust. 

Oh, Logan, he hears in the back of his mind. Your voice. It breaks him. He falls to his knees, hands buried in the burning timbers, and wails. 

He survives. He does not live. Thinking about everyone he’s lost, with you haunting the corners of his consciousness, always reaching out to comfort him - but when he goes to nuzzle into the warmth of your palm he is overcome with rage and bitterness to find it’s just his own imagination playing tricks on him. 

Then a fucking idiot in red dragged him away from the shambles which was his life and forced him to be functional again, if only barely. He’s angry, so angry all of the goddamn time, even when in the back of his mind he can hear you speaking sweet, calming words to him. 

And then he hears your voice for real. 

Sees you standing across the base this pathetic resistance has made. You look older, sure, he does too - but there’s no mistaking the fire in those eyes. You’re even wearing the same fucking shirt you went missing in, he remembers it, it has a picture of your favourite band. 

His heart stops dead in his chest as you whisper his name. 

“Logan?”

“Oh shit!” says Wade, and Logan has never wanted to kill him more, “Oh shit! Is this your refrigeratored wife, coming back to throw in a third act character arc?”

Logan finishes the bourbon bottle and throws the empty at Wade’s head, where it shatters and knocks him flat. You wince at the violence and he feels like pure shit. 

“I’m fine,” Wade calls from the ground, sticking a thumbs-up into the air. 

“Logan, I…” you clearly want to say something, but you have not been met with the Logan you knew. That Logan would have spent no time running to pick you up and hold you in his arms. This one half-snarls at the man he bloodied on the floor. 

There is an agonising silence, both of you wanting to speak but not being sure how. You take a hesitant step forward. 

“I never thought I’d…”

“How do I know it’s you?”

You recoil like he’s stabbed you with his claws, confusion and hurt flooding your face. Goddamn. He is the worst man alive. He’s not sure if he’s saying it because he just wants to lash out at the nearest person, or…

… or if, because he gets his hopes up, it might just kill him to have them crash down again. 

“What?”

“All these fuckin’ timelines. How do I know? How can I be sure that you’re you?”

The sadness in your face melts away into anger. When you step forward this time, you’re on the warpath. He sees the others in the room cringe, trapped now in this caustic reunion. 

“How can you be sure it’s me? Fuck, Logan, I knew it was you, didn’t I? What do you want? You want me to show you the shitty tattoo I got after we first started dating and we were both drunk?” You lift your sleeve to reveal a little design on your shoulder. “Want me to tell you how an eighteen-year-old Marie was my bridesmaid and she cried because she didn’t think anyone would ever be that kind to her after living as a mutant again? Want me to fucking remind you that in my vows I said I would be by your side, for fucking ever, no matter what - and how when that TVA agent zapped me when I was out for the day and I ended up here, it was only the thought of fulfilling those vows which kept me going? How about all that, or do I fucking need to humiliate myself more?” At this, you gesture to the others who have lined up at the side of the room, trying to look scarce but utterly failing. 

Your shoulders are heaving with emotions, tears hot and heavy in your eyes but not yet spilling over. Logan grits his jaw. Yeah. It’s you. 

“I…” he starts, but trails off when he realises there’s nothing he can say. You shake your head, numb. 

“Fuck you, Logan Howlett,” you spit, words you’ve never ever thrown his way before, and run out of the room. 

“Wow. Aced that one, peanut,” says Wade, and Logan rips off one of his legs. 

He finds you several hours later at a campfire outside the rundown building which makes up headquarters. LeBeau has clearly been kind enough to part with some of his liquor, because you’re gulping down whiskey like it’s air. You stare at him, embers dancing in bitter eyes. 

“What do you want?” you snap. He grunts as he sits down opposite you, either from age or exertion. Stares into the flames. 

“I never stopped looking,” he manages. 

You blink. 

“What?”

“I never…” he shifts uncomfortably. It’s been a long time since he bared this much of his soul. “I never stopped. Even when the others told me to give up, that I would only make it worse for myself, I’d still search. Couldn’t face the idea you weren’t there any more.”

It’s true. If he was twelve bottles deep he’d be looking, if he was hungover as a dog he’d be looking. When the rest of the X-Men were still there and even after they weren’t. If he wasn’t sitting at a bar he was on the streets, ever a bloodhound trying to catch your scent again. 

For the first time you soften. 

“Oh.”

“So… when I asked if it was you… ah, fuck. I didn’t mean to come off as an asshole. Just couldn’t live with it if it wasn't true. Wasn’t real.”

When you stand he expects a slap. He deserves it. What he doesn’t count on is you sitting down - not on the log next to him, but in his lap. He hasn’t felt you do that for so long, and it’s so good. Your warmth on his thigh. You grab one of his hands, still larger than yours, and press it to your chest so he can feel your beating heart. 

“I’m real, Logan. I’m right here, baby,” you whisper, eyes dewy. Fuck. His are as well; he can’t help it. He’s overwhelmed by you, your feel, your gaze, your smell. He’d forgotten how much he loved it. 

Logan noses upwards against you, searching for your lips, and you let him find them. When you stroke his hair he can feel the wedding ring on your left hand. The kiss is desperate, longing, and the best one he’s ever had. 

“Right here,” you repeat, forehead against his. He grips you so tightly that it’s possible he’ll never let go again. 

[arijackz]

PICK A CARD: What Will Your FS Admire Most About You?

⚤ “I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.” - Pablo Neruda

Disclaimer: This is a general reading, take what resonates. This is a gender-neutral reading, disregard any pronouns that do not apply to you.

p1 → p2 ↙︎ p3 → p4

✠ Pile One ✠ (King of Cups,Page of Cups,The World,7)

✧ Cards went wiillldddd. You stir up so much emotion in this person, it’s crazy. Your heart chakra is front and center here. You are picture-perfect harmony and universal love to your spouse. Your love can’t be contained, you love them, your friends, your favorite mug, worms out in the rain, strangers, the moon, and all the stars in the sky.

✧ All I see is a wide-ass smile, the biggest, wateriest eyes, and full cheeks. Your spouse thinks you’re sunshine-incarnated.

✧ This will sound corny, but your heart and love for the world and all its diversity make you appear angelic; God’s gift to humanity. The emotional depth you have is nothing shy of divine. Your ability to understand and reconnect your person with their inner dreamer makes you irreplaceable in their eyes. 

✧ I feel like your future spouse had to navigate around a lot of emotionally stunted people who left scars that prevented them from forming healthy relationships. Your empathy and desire to make space for peace and unity in this world give them hope that true love is alive and they are the lucky son of a bitch who gets to call an angel, theirs.

✧ I smell salt and hear waves. (I bet you’re tired of the cheesy poetry but HEY, me and your boo are OBSESSED with your energy) You truly are as beautiful and powerful as the seven seas.

✧ You know the Ouroboros, and how it's sometimes depicted as a snake wrapped around the oceans, holding onto its tail to keep the world together? Yea, that. To your future partner, you hold the key to their world. You add so much color and vibrancy. You turn over their inner ocean and awaken so much repressed child-like wonder within them.

✧ Wow. Your spouse loves the depths of you.

✧ Check for water placements, signs, and houses, in your natal chart. Some of you have insane intuition and have clairsenses. Clairaudience to be specific.

✧ Some of you are active in charities or aspire to make a difference in society. Maybe you’re into esoteric practices or anything else metaphysical.

✧ I even have a few philosophers here. Okay, KANT! (somebody please get this joke)

She Excites the Seven Seas

✠ Pile Two ✠ (Ace of Pentacles,8oW,The Emperor rev., “I Want”)

I love the kind of woman that will actually just kill me

✧ Of course, you don’t have to be a woman but that TikTok sound SCREAMED at me. Your future spouse is lowkey intimidated by you and they love it.

✧ You have big dreams. Big plans. But most importantly, a million and one ways to get you where you need to be. Your ability to say “I want this,” and then actually go out and GET it?? Your spouse is like the meme that goes “I’m a little scared, but I’m turned on.”

✧ I also see that you’re unconventional. If people have been doing whatever you want to do a certain way for years, you'll find ways to do it differently, just cause. You’re a true trailblazer. Your self-conviction is so damn alluring. Even for the people who struggle with insecurity sometimes, once you get over that hump and decide that you desire something, you fucking get it. Your partner sees you like magic. They are impressed by just how quickly your desires are set in motion for you. They feel that you are powerful and bring a great deal of power to them from just being in your proximity.

✧ You are also the “I don’t take shit from nobody” type. Not from strangers, not from your friends, your family, not even from your partner. In their eyes, you know your worth and have a strong self-foundation that nobody can tear down. There is genuine admiration and respect here. I even get the “I want to be like you when I grow up” mentality.

✧ There is a speediness to you they find very attractive. Either the way you behave, speak, or just stress about time, your pacing holds a special place in their heart. (or maybe, despite all of your responsibilities, you manage to find stillness in the chaos and slow down when necessary)

✧ The way you speak drives this person wild. It's like your voice narrates their thoughts and is the source of all of their arousal. Do with that information what you will...(don't be cruel, you make this person so nervous).

✧ I shuffled through a playlist and E-GIRLS ARE RUINING MY LIFE!! by Corpse came on and one of the lyrics goes,

She just look into my soul with them Shinigami eye Coke in my nose and a blade on her thigh. Man, I think this girl is really trying to plan my demise

✧ Yea, you put the fear of God into this person, but in a good way! Your presence can be chilling sometimes. Fire energy for sure. There are definitely people here from pile 2 of my first pac, “What are your most alluring qualities?”, check that out if you want to.

✧ Okay, this energy has me needing to take a LAP, bye.

"Man, I Think This Girl Tryna Plan My Demise"

✠ Pile Three ✠ (10oW, 9oW)(no other cards wanted to come out, real stubborn)

✧ Okay so, this feels specific?... and maybe even a lil off topic but I feel called to say this

✧ I sense that you and your person are psychically connected and share the mutual feeling that the two of you are meant to cross paths. The both of you have gotten your fair share of fuckery in this lifetime and this union feels like divine justice.

✧ This sounds a little fucked up, but you guys flourish amid trauma. Dark energy alchmaziers. You best wield your potential while you’re going THROUGH it.

✧ You had to “die” and bury yourself a dozen times to get where you are today.

✧ You are a very evolved individual. Throughout your life, traumatic events and relationships have forced you to bear a lot of weight on your back and it’s like the pressure has forged you into a diamond. With each curveball life threw at you, you stood tall and pushed to make something of yourself, proving your worth after a lifetime of strife and instability.

✧ Scorpio/Capricorn and 8th house/10th house placements. (check midpoints).

✧ A lot of you have tense shoulders, upper back, shoulder, and neck pain from the unease and anxiety your body carries. You have insomnia and may even struggle with nightmares.

✧ This person you’re coming into union with is so healing.

✧ This is something the both of you broke down and prayed for on your darkest days. This is a true partner, the soul that kept yours warm when the world was so cold. You had to put your dreamier side on the back burner to survive. This person will make you feel safe to dream again.

✧ I don’t have anything specific to say because you and your person feel so secretive  You two recognize each other’s pain and are the only people you guys trust. Like not even lil ol’ me can really get through to y'all. Y’all ride AND die for each other, in this life and the next.

✧ If you’re into astrology and already have a feel for who this person is, check your guys’ composite chart. Strong Scorpio energy here.

✧ Coming into union with this person will feel like a wish fulfillment.

✧ (short pile, it felt like a quick message for those of you who feel this connection telepathically. This is probably a secondary choice.)

"I Want To Caress The Piece of Me Within You"

✠ Pile Four ✠ (Queen of Wands, 9oP rev., 7oP, 4oP rev., the high priestess, queen of cups, “I will”)

✧ You’re a bad bitch, truly. Your fs isn’t calling you a bitch, buuuttttt she a baddie, she know she a ten! She a baddie with her baddie…. wait a minute…

✧ You may not have a lot of friends? You keep your circle tight-knit because you have been deeply hurt in the past and you guard your peace fiercely. For some of you, your home life was quite tumultuous and you struggle with financial security and inner happiness. It seemed like the world did not want you to feel good about yourself or succeed.

✧ Do you know that viral display of a deer’s ribcage with a spear through it, and how even though an attempt was made on the deer’s life, he managed to survive and lived for years after that event; all while still growing bone marrow with a giant fucking spear through its ribcage?

✧ “A close encounter with a hunter left the deer with several broken ribs and part of an arrow embedded in its body. Remarkably, the animal survived, and bone grew around the shaft and arrowhead lodged in the creature's side."

✧ "The deer lived with the arrow inside its body until years later, when another hunter killed the animal, cut the deer open, and discovered its amazing secret…As the tough tissue formed over the arrow, it acted as a splint for the damaged rib cage, strengthening the deer's injured body.”

✧ I highlighted some words that needed emphasizing. That’s how your partner sees you. They are in complete awe of the resilience and sheer tenacity you hold. They look at you and can’t believe the person before their eyes. The troubling history you usually try to hide from your romantic partners is exactly what allures this person. 

✧ You won’t ever lay on your belly and cry about life passing you by. You aren’t the type to victimize yourself and “woe is me” your way out of self-improvement.

✧ You are quite ambitious and aim to push forward, even if the odds are stacked against you.

✧ I get the message that some people in this pile have struggled with self-harm over the years. Your partner wants to kneel down and kiss your scars like a white knight, and vow to protect you emotionally and physically for as long as you’ll have them.

✧ The spear-deer imagery is so interesting. The deer represents virality. It is a symbol of piety, gentleness, devotion, and fertility. Especially with the queen of wands, the high priestess, AND the queen of cups, you provide profound love, passion, and insight to this person. However, even as a deer, you are quite badass???

✧ You are as gentle as a strand of hair but as strong as wool. Dainty but unbreakable.

✧ They have no desire to infantilize you because they know you are already your own greatest warrior. But they don’t want you to feel that you have to fight alone. Whatever burdens are on your plate, they take away as much as possible because they want to be a piece of the paradise you fight for.

✧ This is meant to be a short pac, a Tumblr post won’t do the unbelievable strength in your character much justice. Just know that your fs is so fucking in love with you and wants to spend their life by your side because of just how awe-struck they are by you.

✧ I mean c’mon… will YOU ever forget the story of the coolest fucking deer in existence??

"I Yearn To Be the Name You Call Out in Victory"

[starsinthesky5]

you are in love: big reputations part 1 || joe burrow x reader

description: covering the events of you are in love V part 1

universe: you are in love masterlist

a/n: there is NO face claim! i just use whatever i find on pinterest and envision for this series ;) you can tap on the photos to get closer look! especially the stories

taglist: (ask to be added): @joeyfranchise @joeyb1989 @joeyburrrow @softburrow @burrowbarbie @yelenasbraid @lovelyburrow @majestic87 @grittysbiggestfan @definitelynotdomanique @burrowswomen @lilfreakjez @fourburrow @ladyluvduv

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y/n_y/ln: been a minute LA 🌃

comments:

joeyb_9: i'm the best photographer, i know i know

——— y/n_y/ln: use the cocky tone again and i'll leave you stranded in erewhon mr. burrow

—————— y/bsf21: ooo ooo leave him by the $20 strawberries

————————— y/n_y/ln: you should've seen his face when i showed him them

fan39: more black/dark aesthetics 👀

fan300: his hand placements always have me spiraling like joey b?? sir? there's kids around 😵‍💫

y/bsf_21: those espresso martinis were much needed for girls night

teehiggins: get joe to buy the chrome hearts jacket he sent us and ill venmo $50

——— lahjay_10: make it $100. i got y'all. joe brr gotta dress like he in hollywood if he walking 'round them streets

————————— joeyb_9: i hate you both

———————————— y/n_y/ln: well i love them sooooo deal boys 🙂‍↕️

fan3030: SHE'S BACK NOBODY MOVE

fan1: if I see them out and about I will collapse

fan31: grammy weekend just got a whole lot more interesting

sabrinacarpenter: hey gorgeous come outside i'm taking u 2 dinner 😍

——— y/n_y/ln: give me 15 minutes ;)

—————— sabrinacarpenter: i see what you did there 💞

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y/n_y/ln: and in the death of her reputation, she felt truly alive

i'm extremely excited to announce that my brand new album, reputation, is out july 4th! first two singles—ready for it… & i can see you—dropping at tonight at midnight EST

i can't wait to share more with you soon 🐍🖤

...ready for it?

cassandra

who's afraid of little old me?

i did something bad

look what you made me do

my boy only breaks his favorite toys

the smallest man who ever lived

the prophecy

i can see you

delicate

gorgeous

labyrinth

you are in love

dress

call it what you want

so high school

daylight

so it goes

don't blame me

but daddy i love him

i don't wanna live forever (ft. zayn)

midnight rain

this is what you came for

"slut!"

sweet nothing

new year's day

i can do it with a broken heart

this is why we can't have nice things

endgame

karma

comments:

joeyb_9: unbelievably proud of you. you leave me speechless with your talent every single day. truly the most hardworking and special women i’ve ever known. i love you more than words can describe

——— y/n_y/ln: ilyttmats 💞

————— fan62: I LOVE YOU TO THE MOON AND TO SATURN? AGAIN? KCHSKWBE

——————— fan6262: NOT THE LYRICS FROM SEVEN? OH SHE DOWN BAD

——— fan2737: STOP IT RIGHT NOW SHE IS SO FUCKING BACK

——— fan001: I. AM. SCREAMING. SCREECHING EVEN.

fan1617: TRACK 9 IS HIGHLIGHTED ORANGE?? HELLOOOO???

zayn: honored to be part of this one. let’s go. 🖤

——— fan6262: oh my god 🥹

fan828282: are you trying to kill us?

fan81: A DOUBLE SINGLE DROP? TONIGHT? WHAT THE FUCK? ALSO 30 SONGS??? Y/N??

taylorswift: finally!! can't wait for them to hear your masterpiece

fan292: MOTHER IS MOTHERING

fan2._: you really just dropped a tracklist with no warning and expected us to be okay????

y/ncollective: first two singles at midnight? see you all in the afterlife

evanmcpherson: midnight listening party in the locker room???

teehiggins: oh yeah, this one boutta go crazy 🔥

fan33: oh, joe’s about to be in his lover boy era after this one

bengals: reputation (bengals version) when??

sabrinacarpenter: WOOO 🥳

enews: oh we are SO ready for it! baby let the games begin 🔥

fan99: JOE BURROW WE LOVE YOU. thank you for making our girl feel this again 😙

fan45: 24? good god we’re in for a treat. she ain’t playing about this album

fan2662: the poem 🥺 she’s been through so much and is finally in a secure place in life and is sharing it with us...oh someone hold me while i cry

fan282: i am so happy she found joe stfu

fan433: these songs are gonna be my new obsession for the next year, i can already tell.

y/bsf: HELLLL YEAHHH BABY SOUND THE ALARMS THE BITCH IS BACK

——— y/n_y/ln: did I ever leave? (don't answer this)

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💿 now playing: around me (metro boomin ft. don toliver)

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y/n_y/ln: goin' sheisty in all black

thank you for another amazing night @recordingacademy 🖤 this one's for the books

comments:

y/bsf_21: BABE? oh my GOD you look so gorgeous

joeyb_9: hey pretty lady, u need a ride home tonight?

——— y/n_y/ln: no sorry, i have a hot quarterback waiting for me outside

—————— joeyb_9: damn tough luck (it is me...right?)

————————— y/n_y/ln: yes it's you joe

joeyb_9: i need cpr because damn baby you took my breath away

——— y/n_y/ln: cue random breeze of wind, slo-mo running, and the top gun soundtrack in the background

tatemcrae: HOT 😍

voguemagazine: the best-dressed list starts and ends with this 🔥

fan1212: joe burrow is the luckiest man ALIVE

bengalsfan22: sheisty mention? i see you

rollingstone: an artist, an icon, and now, a moment

fan3838: i hope her ex is spiraling after that performance, call out, album announcement, and red carpet with joe moment

taylorswift: i taught you well, but you just took it to another level!!

tmz_tv: @joeyb_9, you good? she just broke the internet

gracieabrams: 💘

enews: this is how you make an entrance

fan20: 😍😍😍😍😍😍

y/nfan282: it should be illegal to look this good and be this talented

gridback_news: y’all hear that? that’s the sound of jaws dropping worldwide

fan01: this just screams 'i have a fine man at home and i win grammys for fun' energy

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y/n_y/ln: don't blame me for what you made me do

comments:

y/bsf_21: ended lives and smiled about it. queen shit

——— y/n_y/ln: doing what i do best ;)

joeyb_9: killing the game (and killing me)

——— y/n_y/ln: i know cpr babe it’s okay

taylorswift: and that’s how you do it. snaps fingers 💅 ✨

versace: a performance worthy of couture 🖤

oliviarodrigo: consider my entire existence SHAKEN.

fan002: the outfit? vocals? ATTITUDE? pop star and comeback of the century

fan55-1_: in all seriousness, i am so proud of her for this. it’s not easy, but she did the damn thing. bow down to THEEEE queen

fan2: she really said okay you wanna give me a bad rep? i’ll turn it into an album and aesthetic. now what?

fan0201: her ex is punching the air

fan9292: @joeyb_9 CAN YOU FIGHT

——— fan773: girl be serious hell yeah he can LMAO

fan1010: CULTURAL RESET

recordingacademy: didn’t miss a beat!

y/ncollective: the way she looked at her ex when saying “don’t blame me for what you made me do” MHM. WHAT HE MADE HER DO!!!!!!

gridback_news: killing it 🖤

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gridback_news: Y/N is making power moves in more ways than one. After a show-stopping night at the Grammys—where she took home four awards and the spotlight—she was spotted heading to the after-party in this midnight-black celestial mini, looking like a walking prophecy. 🌙✨ But that’s not all she left fans buzzing about. 👀✨

Earlier in the night, Y/N announced her long-awaited album reputation (out July 4th), with two singles—…ready for it? and i can see you—dropping TONIGHT at midnight EST. And if her cryptic teases are anything to go by, there’s a lot more where that came from. 🖤🐍

Meanwhile, sources close to the scene say her ex wasn’t too happy about the events of the evening 👀, but one person who definitely was? Joe Burrow, who was seen celebrating his girl all night long. "He’s just so proud of her," one insider shared. "He’s been calling this her victory lap and can't wait for everyone to hear the magic she created,".

A new era is here, and Y/N is owning every second of it. Are you ready for it? ⏳🔥 #YN #ReputationEra #Grammys #ReadyForIt

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comments:

y/n_y/ln: another well crafted photo dump? im impressed jb

——— joeyb_9: seeeeee i'm not totally like a grandpa on social media

y/n_y/ln: hottie alert hottie alert hottie alert hottie alert 🥰

rulethejungle5: embarking on many side quests this year, aren't we joe?

lahjay_10: you built for the midwest bro don’t get lost out there.

——— y/n_y/ln: no need to worry sir, i'm his compass 🙂‍↕️

—————— joeyb_9: .....do we need to remind you of how you got lost on the way to paycor for the first time by yourself

————————— lahjay_10: i still don't get how she ended up in park hills

———————————— y/n_y/ln: listen. his porsche is confusing

—————————————————— teehiggins: oh, but i thought it was because you was too busy changing the playlist and missed the exit?

————————————————————— y/n_y/ln: where the hell did you come from

———————————————————————— joeyb_9: HA outnumbered 😁

fan226: this man is looking more like a hollywood heartthrob than a QB and I’m scared (in a good way)

fan9191: this is like a fan account for y/n now and i am not complaining :)

fan8877: SHE TOOK HIS ASS TO EREWHON LMFAOOOO I CAN'T

fan5874: we all know the only reason he’s posting LA pics is because y/n was there and these are the only times he'll come out of his shell to show us his life😪

——— fan2201: he's so real for that. only coming on here to show him and his girl. love to see it

fan2727: i know y'all see those big ass flowers. treating her like the queen she is that's right 💅 someone should be taking notes right now

teehiggins: 🔥

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gridback_news: Fresh off the Grammys, Y/N, and Joe were spotted last night looking absolutely smitten after a cozy date at Sushi Park in LA. The couple, who have been glowing in recent weeks, were all smiles as they enjoyed a rare, relaxed night out before their busy schedules pick up again.

Sources close to the couple say they’ve been happier than ever, fully embracing this new chapter together. "They’ve found such a great balance," one insider shares. "They support each other’s careers 100%, but at the end of the day, their relationship comes first. They’re really protective of what they have,".

Despite their public appearances, those close to them say Y/N and Joe are savoring their private moments, continuing to build their relationship in ways that feel right for them. "They love sharing big milestones with fans, but there are parts of their love story they want to keep just for themselves," another source adds.

Meanwhile, the internet is losing it over Y/N’s surprise album announcement, with fans already obsessed with the two singles that dropped last night—"ready for it?" and "i can see you"—both of which have been heavily speculated to hold hidden meanings 👀. Insiders tease that the album rollout is just getting started, with plenty more surprises on the way.

Up next for the duo? A trip to New Orleans for the NFL Honors, where Joe is nominated for MVP. Between career highs, personal bliss, and a love story that keeps unfolding, these two seem to be in their golden era. ✨ #YNxJ #BurrowedIntoHerHeart #MVPAndThePopStar

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joeyb_9: i don’t do things like this, everyone knows that. but some moments are too big, too important, too damn special not to.

y/n, i don’t even know where to start. watching you these past few months, seeing you fight your way back to yourself, watching you pour every bit of your heart into this record, there aren’t enough words to say how proud i am. you took every doubt, every whisper, every scar, and turned it into something unstoppable. you did what you always do. made magic.

and you didn’t just win. you owned the night. album of the year. a new chapter. a new era. but if we’re being honest, you already won the second you walked out there. i mean, look at you. you were breathtaking. you are breathtaking. i was standing off to the side, watching you shine, wondering how the hell i got lucky enough to love you.

through it all, you’re still my girl. the same one who teaches me more about cooking every time we're in the kitchen and steals my hoodies like i won’t notice. but tonight? tonight, you were every bit the force the world needs to see.

i love you. i’m so damn proud of you. always.

comments:

fan38: y/n winning aoty and joe writing a literal love letter??? this is a rom-com.

fan22: “steals my hoodies like i won’t notice” SIR WE KNOW YOU LOVE IT.

ringseason: “you were breathtaking. you are breathtaking.” excuse me while i go lay on the floor and cry forever.

y/bsf_21: i’m never recovering from this. never

rulethejungle5: “my girl” yeah we lost him for real 😂

y/n_y/ln: you always know how to make me cry in the best way. i love you so much, joey. more than i can ever say. 🤍

——— joeyb_9: i love you

ynupdates: joe burrow just set an impossible standard. no one is touching this level of love and support

fan87: he's so private but he actually posted this? all for her :(

fan46: LOOK at all those flowers!!!!

fan777: treating her right. finally. she deserves this so bad

fan38: joe writes like a man who watches romance movies and takes notes

fan2929: MY HEART CANT TAKE MORE OF THIS

fan001: AHHHHHHH

y/ncollective: joe’s love for her is so loud, i’m actually sobbing.

enews: 🥹

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gridback_news: Spotted! ✈️ Jet-setting to NOLA for NFL Honors after an unforgettable Grammy weekend: Joe & Y/N seen boarding their private jet following a flawless mix of work, play, and award-show sparkle in LA 🏆☀️ From red carpets to cozy moments behind the scenes, these two are the ultimate power couple and are continuing to show the world. Their time in the City of Angels was a perfect balance, and now they’re off to kick off the next chapter—NFL Honors and beyond. Sources say to expect some big album updates coming soon from our favorite Pop Star, so stay tuned! 🔥 #RelationshipGoals #NFLHonors #YNxJ #PostGrammys #OnToTheNext

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[sir-myst-cake]

First post on here and it's a rant!! If you want more cool takes you should totally follow me as I'll be posting here more often and have totally cool art to share‼️‼️

I'm not completely sure how to tag this? I'm talking about the ships in a positive light so I think it's okay, and besides, I want lots of peeps to see it, I'm aware I probably won't change many people's minds at all, but it's okay lol, I just want Anti's to see they genuinely have a nothing burger and need to leave people alone.

This is a mostly TikTok only problem regarding Beast x Ancient's (thank god) but I've seen my fair share elsewhere like on here. So lemme counter every argument I've seen so far cause you got a lot of time on your hands to be telling people to off themselves over Cookie ships 😭 put that hate into people who actually deserve it.

BILLFORD COMPARISON

Regarding ShadowVanilla specifically, people have compared the ship a lot from both sides, but what really got me is what I've seen here:

"Shadow Milk Cookie is way worse than Bill! He drove Pure Vanilla to insanity! He tortured him!"- This is in regards to how people bring up the fact Anti's are fine with one thing but not the other when it's basically the same thing they're against. Psychological, physical, mental, and emotional torture. I'll be honest I haven't watched Gravity Falls whatsoever, but my friend has, and from what she says, yeah Bill is the definition of a cruel and unusual punishment. He's done some crazy things, absolutely heinous, might even be a little worse than Shadow Milk or on the same level, either way though-

You can't like one thing and then not the other, it's different flavors of the same thing, it's hypocritical. Either you hate them both or you hate neither.

"Those are 2 different fandoms!"- Doesn't matter, it's the same thing, just different media, it's not different whatsoever aside from the universe, there's much torture involved on both ends.

ABUSER X VICTIM

This one I've seen A LOT and I'm just ??

"If you ship Beast x Ancient's you support Abuser x victim btw"- That's a STRETCH. You are reaching FAR. Nobody is romanticizing the abuse, nobody is normalizing it, it's stuff that happened in canon and we acknowledge it but nobody is doing any of that other stuff. I'm not condoning anyone in real life to do that shit lol. It's called exploring, they have an interesting dynamic, romantic or platonic, two sides of the same coin. You can say the same thing about horror movies, they put a lot of disturbing stuff in there. Do the movie producers CONDONE any of that stuff? Obviously not. Goes for Devsisters too, they don't condone body mutilation yet they still made Burning Spice rip off Cheese's wings.

But even so, for the people who DO like it for the angst, I won't say fiction doesn't affect reality because it does in many cases, but this isn't one of them. Not every relationship is going to be peachy and perfect, just like in real life. I can give an example on this one too actually.

GoldenLily, they aren't condoning what Lily (technically) did to Golden Cheese's kingdom, but they like it for all the potential, complicated feelings and emotions that come along with it.

Also, that's basically the same thing with Beasts x Ancients, just turn it around to enemies to lovers.

"This isn't Villain x hero, this is abuser x victim"- Are you saying MOST of media is abuser x victim then? This is in fact a typical hero x Villain trope, it's nothing new. Respectfully, you guys freak out when a Villain does villain stuff, I'd be surprised if there was a villain who DIDN'T cause any trauma for the opposing party. But according to this logic, media is just dead, no more fanfiction, no more what ifs, no more content since it's all apparently problematic and not canon. Even if somebody switches stuff up in an AU, and makes things completely fluffy, that's apparently still not enough.

"oh you had to make an AU to ship them because you know it's toxic"- No, it's just playing around with scenarios. Learn to separate fanon from canon. This specifically goes for the redeemed AU's I see of the Beasts, people still complain, they act as if people can't change. One of the biggest examples I have of that is FlutterCord, Discord did plenty of messed up things, but in the end, he still managed to change. You'll still get burned at the stake for it though.

"You must be an abuser yourself to condone this!!"- Extremely disrespectful and a WILDDD take. Need I say more??

"I ship Beast x Beast rather than Beast x Ancient's"- According to your logic, the Beasts are abusers right? And if we followed the same story, they are not mentally well whatsoever. You'd rather ship 2 dangerously mentally unstable characters together who'd just make each other worse? Destroy each other? Fuck each other up beyond belief? It doesn't make sense does it, nor is it fair for y'all to praise these ships but hate on the others. You like watching the cookies crumble huh 😭

CANON

"The ship isn't canon!"- We know that, everyone should know that. With what I said earlier, please learn to separate fanon from canon. That's what a fandom is, we do non-canon stuff, it's very fun, you should try it.

"It's a Proship/Dark ship!"- Going the canon route, Beasts are Eons old, Ancients are thousands of years old. Big gap yes, but nonetheless all of them are old as fuck. Older than bloodlines. Treating the Ancients as if they aren't grown adults. You're intentionally trying to make it weird. Stop calling ships you don't like proships please.

Also a little off topic but please don't listen to everyone you interact with on TikTok?? I remember one time I was scrolling through a comment section and saw somebody say "Doesn't Mystic Flour Cookie hate Burning Spice Cookie?" On a MysticSpice vid, looked in the replies, somebody asked for proof/where it was implied, and they didn't answer 💀 just blatantly spreading misinformation. Sources around you are way more reliable than people who don't back up their claims.

CONCLUSION

Even despite all this, you still have the right to feel how you wanna feel. Just please stop harassing people for simple stuff like this, in all honesty, I feel like it's more about seeing one of your favorite characters shipped with somebody who hurt them in canon that makes peeps upset. Which I can totally understand because I used to be exactly like that, I LIVEEEE for Dark Cacao Cookie, when Mystic Flour's update came out, I wanted her dead. Quite literally blocked someone because I couldn't stand seeing their MysticCao art. Hated what she did to my baby boy fr.

But then It started growing on me, over time, I just realized it was never that serious.

Even so, notice how I still didn't go out of my way to harass said person about it because I specifically didn't like it? It really is that easy. Block and go about your day.

I also suspect this because of stuff like this 💀

Love that person who replied, but it's not that hard y'all. We all can in fact, get along.

ANYWAYSSSS thanks to those who took the time read, I love you my pookies hope you have a good day or night💕💕

[ailoda]

updated: 09.03.25

ᯓ★ angst

When It All Falls Apart (❅): the fate of the universe was in your hands. Bucky and you had been sent to retrieve the soul stone, a seemingly simple task. Unbeknownst to you, there was a hefty price to pay for such an exchange. You’re able to return to Earth, but it’s soon apparent part of you was left in Vormir. - avenger!reader (@bucky-bucket-barnes)

The Same Thing (❤✧): during a mission, you put yourself in harm’s way to protect bucky. back at the avengers compound, he wants to know why. (@appocalipse)

I Don't Care (❅): following the events of Endgame and your death, Bucky gets fatally injured during a mission. Things don’t look too good, but is that really a bad thing? (@delusionalwriterr)

Can I Be Him? (❤❅): when Bucky finds something of yours, he hopes against hope that you feel the same way about him. (@literaryavenger)

Obsessed (❤✧): your crush on Bucky may be getting out of control. (@literaryavenger)

Consequences (❤✧): Bucky is a bartender and he has a favourite patron. (@duuhrayliegh)

I Will Always Come When You Call (❤❅): when reader accidentally calls Bucky, he comes running to find out what’s wrong. (@eat-limes-bitches) (warning: mentions of depression)

Bullet (❅): before he could comprehend what was really happening, he noticed the red liquid dripping through her fingers. Shock transformed into horror as they both realized that blood was literally flowing out of her body. Nobody needed to be a doctor to know the bullet had most likely struck through a major artery and that she would be dead in a matter of minutes. (@leascorner)

Timing (❅✧): Bucky and Steve bump into a very familiar woman. (@writtenfangirl)

Crawl Home To Her (❅✧): stranded without coms, alone, and bleeding out in the middle of a Russian snow storm, Bucky is content to let nature take its course. Only you won’t seem to let him go. (@wkemeup)

Sweetener (❤✧): when the vacation that you've been planning for months gets canceled due to a last minute mission, you can't help but feel bummed - the bright side is that you're being sent on a mission with Bucky. (@flowersforbucky)

Devil's Backbone (❤❅): when you fall in love with Bucky Barnes, you start hunting down anyone who has ever wronged him. What happens when he finds out? (@aquaticmercy)

Man Of The House (✘✧): without each other, Bucky and you wouldn’t know how to be. (@buckysfaveplum)

Red Light, Green Light (❅✘): sex with Bucky is better than you’d ever experienced, but he has a habit that draws your attention. (@bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky)

The Sun (❅): after the events of the snap, you find out news that's both heart wrenching and warming. what happens five years later when bucky's back? (@yourmidnightlover)

Five Years That Felt Like a Millenium (❅✧): it’s been five years since Thanos snapped his fingers. Five years spent all alone. Now Sam is back and he has a new friend. Will Bucky be the one to uncover the secrets behind the bruises lining her body? (@rosepetalsinwinter) (warning: illusions and mention of violence, abuse, manipulation, and cheating - nothing explicit)

He Hates Me, Doesn't He? (❅✧): you hurt Bucky's girl, and now he hates you. (@winterarmyy)

Numb (❤❅): you’re on the verge of hypothermia, when Bucky comes up with a way to save your life. (@samthemarvelfan)

In Losing Grip, On Sinking Ships (you showed up just in time) (❅✧): when the avengers pick up unusual activity, they realize that not all of hydra was destroyed. one unidentifiable face sends the team into a frenzy but bucky knows it. he could recognize those eyes anywhere. (@mellowsaturns) (warning: trauma, mentions of kidnapping)

Moth To A Flame (❅✘✧): Bucky is triggered into the winter soldier during a mission and then goes MIA, until he seeks you out in the middle of the night. (@flowersforbucky) (warning: potential dub-con)

new! The Ropes That Bind Me (❤❅✧): being a creature of the sea, you are bound to a life beyond the surface, always in sight of the human realm, yet forever out of grasp. But after centuries of this finned existence it’s a fisherman coming to the docks day after day that compels you to bridge the gap between your worlds, despite the warnings about humanity being ingrained into your kind your whole life. Will you meet the same tragic end as several of your sisters before? (@marvelstoriesepic)

new! Like He Means It (❅✧): you can’t take another night of hearing Bucky fuck a girl who isn’t you. (@marvelstoriesepic)

new! At Your Call (❅✧): no matter when or where, Bucky will always be there at your call. (@elixirfromthestars)

new! Scruitiny (❅): your husband decides that he wants to run for congress, but he won't do it without you. (@sacredsorceress)

new! Out of Depth, Into You (❅✘✧): Bucky Barnes was supposed to get in and out. Simple. Clean. But Hydra had other plans. An ambush leaves him broken, bleeding, and barely standing—and you’re the only thing keeping him upright. Trapped in a safehouse, patching him up with shaking hands, you realize the truth you’ve been avoiding: you almost lost him. And that scares you more than anything. Because Bucky isn’t just your mission partner. He’s yours. And maybe… just maybe, he’s known it all along. (@thebarneschronicles) (warning: PTSD/trauma symptoms)

new! Shower Suds (❅✧): you give Soldat his first bath out of captivity. (@mournthebird) (warning: mentions of scars and injuries, self-harm mention, post!HTP and abuse, PTSD symptoms & behavior)

[secretlyazombi3]

Sweet Things ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎𖹭

 leon kennedy x gn! reader

๋࣭ ⭑⚝word count:  1.2k words ๋࣭ ⭑⚝ SFW, 2nd person, no specific version of Leon, you’re an agent, established relationship, fluff :33

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ summary: You and Leon are both agents, you happen to be assigned a job on Valentine’s Day, ruining your plans with Leon. But, by fate, you run into Leon as he’d been assigned to a mission that’s coincidentally linked with yours. 

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ a/n: short little treat for Valentine’s Day soon !! >_< i'll probably write smth else on valentines day too idk

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

“Eugh.” You mumbled in disgust as you looked down at the corpses of a couple of zombies a few feet away from where you stood. You wiped down your top, attempting to remove the sticky red blood, instead you smeared it into the fabric, staining your clothes.

“Great.” You muttered in annoyance. The universe really seemed to be working against you today.

You were supposed to be enjoying a nice candle lit dinner with Leon right now, but atlas, you two never seemed to catch a break. Instead of enjoying a romantic date, you were assigned a mission at work to contain some new zombie outbreak at the outskirts of the city. 

You already hated having to clean up the messes made from bio-weapon bullshit for the government. But on Valentine’s Day of all days?

You scrunched your nose as you caught a whiff of the rotted flesh melded to the bones of the zombie corpses in front of you. You shook your head before taking a few steps back, keeping a firm clutch on your gun. 

You glanced around, making sure you were safe before you began reloading your gun. “Area cleared,” You mumbled into your walkie talkie before you leaned back and waited for further instruction from your higher ups.

Your gaze drifted down as you waited for a response, quietly hoping that the other teams had contained the outbreak by now. But of course not, right, nothing seemed to be going your way. 

Through the thick static emitted from your walkie talkie, you were clearly close to being out of range, you heard the voice of your higher up telling you to advance forward. Your shift just wasn’t over yet. 

Think positively, you thought to yourself. All those fancy restaurants are probably fully booked today, there'll be more room tomorrow, and all the chocolate goes on sale after Valentines. 

As you stepped forward, attempting to avoid stepping in the red sludgy blood beneath you, you continued to quietly convince yourself that it’s no big deal that you’re working on Valentine’s Day. 

You snapped out of your head once you heard a gunshot snap through the air. Was that someone on another team? Nobody was supposed to be in this area besides you, it was your duty to clear out the zombies whilst everyone made sure no infected escaped into the city.  

Your mind immediately jumped to the worst case scenario. Were the other sectors overrun with zombies, forcing your colleagues to flee towards less crowded areas? Was there someone here who wasn’t supposed to be? 

You kept your gun in hand, your finger lifted away from the trigger, you were disciplined, but your anxiety was telling you to keep your finger on it just in case. 

Your heart rate spiked as you turned the corner. You saw a man in the midst of fighting a few zombies, taking most of them down with a few kicks. 

Your muscles relaxed slightly as you recognized the blonde man in front of you. Leon. You felt your lip curve ever so slightly into a smile seeing him. 

This was certainly, well… unexpected, to say the least, but definitely welcome. Maybe the day wouldn’t as shit as you thought. 

You raised your gun, aimed and fired a few shots at zombies to assist Leon. Leon clearly was taken aback at first, not knowing where the shots were coming from at first until you fired some more and he traced them back towards your direction. 

Leon scoffed a bit as his eyes landed on you. He clearly wasn’t expecting to run into you during his mission, either. 

Leon took down another zombie, his arm reaching to his aching shoulder once the zombie hit the ground lifelessly.

Leon muttered your name breathlessly, his breathing a bit laboured after the fight. 

“Wasn’t expecting to see you here.” Leon remarked. “You’re not hurt, are you?” You shook your head. Your expression softened as you heard his voice. Today, you wanted nothing more than to spend your time with Leon. This surely wasn’t half as romantic as you initially envisioned in your head, but you appreciated it nonetheless. 

“Could say the same about you.” You replied. “Didn’t even know you were assigned a mission today. Did they just call you in?” Leon kicked the corpse’s body aside to make it easier for him to approach you. “Yeah.” he replied. 

“You here to help contain the outbreak? We could really use some help.” You asked. 

“No, they sent me in to track down the people responsible and capture a sample of the virus. I wish I was here to spend time with you, especially today.” You shook your head and scoffed. “You’d want to spend time with me here?” Leon had a sheepish smile on his face he was clearly trying to suppress. He shrugged. “I mean, yeah.” “I don’t think I could imagine anything less romantic than being here. I mean, the stench is just awful.” You replied lightheartedly. 

Leon simply scoffed in response. “We can make it romantic,” he replied simply. 

Leon paused for a moment before eyeing you up and down. 

“You look good in red.” Leon commented. 

You became confused, you weren’t wearing red. You looked down at your outfit and realized Leon was referring to the blood that had stained the fabric of your clothes. “Shut up.” you replied playfully. 

“No, I’m being serious. You look damn good.” 

You couldn’t suppress the smile creeping up on your lips. This definitely wasn’t how you wanted to celebrate your Valentine's Day with Leon, but at least you had something.

You could tell Leon was still eyeing you, eyeing your body, admiring your body. And you couldn’t help but do the same right back. You could see Leon’s muscular body through his outfit, of course you were going to stare…

Static crackled through the speaker of your walkie talkie, breaking the tension in the air between you and Leon. 

You could barely make out the words, you were definitely out of range now, but you knew for certain that it was a sign to get back to work. You had to help out your teammates. 

“I think that’s a sign I need to move up.” You said, sounding slightly disappointed. 

Leon’s expression went back to how it always looked, a bit blank. “Right,” he replied. 

“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow night. I’ll pick you up, drive you to dinner…” Leon said with a slight smirk. 

“Please don’t drive me.” you joked. 

“I’m not that bad at driving.”

“Mhm.”

You moved forward, aiming to walk past Leon, who’s eyes never seemed to leave you. “Wear red tomorrow.” Leon said. You smirked and nodded. “Will do.” You replied.

“And please, keep yourself safe out there. Don’t do anything stupid.” Leon added. 

“I’ve never done anything stupid.” you protested, pouting your lip ever so slightly. “Mhm.” Leon replied.

Your eyes drifted down towards Leon’s lips, and you couldn’t help but move forward, fluttering your eyes shut as you kissed Leon and pulled away as quickly as you had moved forward. 

Leon was visibly a bit taken aback by the suddenness. He blinked a bit as he simply stared at you, trying to hide his flusteredness as he searched his fuzzy mind for some snarky comment he could make.  “See you tomorrow.” You said simply as you continued moving towards the next area you were supposed to clear.

Leon cleared his throat. “See you then.” he replied as he watched you walk away.

[v6quewrlds]

PLEASE HEAR ME OUT; we saw the stream of tee listention to bmf by sza; so an imagine request could be; reader in her universe or wtv wrote that bc yk her and tee are together. and tee didn't know, and she just randomly posted new song out go enjoy, and when its released let's see tee is on stream and everyone's saying like tee reader dropped a new songs and he goes huh and so he calls her and is like did you just drop a song and she goes maybe and he goes to listen to and is like wait, is this about me and then gets really cute and excited that its about him

imagine writing a song about tee.

Tee was bored out of his mind.

The quietness of the off-season was usually a welcome reprieve from the chaos of football, but today, it felt like a prison sentence. His eyes darted from the TV playing the Notre Dame game to his phone and back again, searching for anything to fill the void. That's when he decided to set up his chair, pop his headset on, and start up his Twitch, hoping the time would fly by.

"Yo, what's good," Tee greeted his viewers with his usual enthusiasm. His screen flickered to life, displaying his face and the den behind him. The chatter in the chat grew as fans typed away, eager to interact with the star wide receiver.

Mid-game, the notifications started pouring in. "YOUR GIRL SURPRISE DROPPED," one fan exclaimed. "It's trending on Twitter," added another. Tee's heart skipped a beat. He paused the game and leaned in closer to the camera, his eyes searching the chat for more information. He hadn't heard a peep from you about this. You were in New York, tucked away upstate to finish recording your third album.

"Fuck is y'all talkin' about? My girl dropped?" Tee said into the mic, his eyes darting between the chat and his phone. He sent you a text, his thumbs moving at the speed of light. "Nobody told me nothing," he muttered under his breath. The notifications on his phone went wild, with fans sending links to Spotify and Apple Music.

After deciding you were taking too long to answer his text, he dialed your number, putting the call on speaker. It rang twice before you picked up, your voice as smooth as honey. "Hi, baby," you drawled out, playing it cool.

"Don't 'hi, baby' me," Tee said, trying to keep his own cool. "Did you really drop a new song?"

You giggled, the sound echoing through the room. "Maybe," you hummed coyly.

Tee rolled his eyes. "You playing with me?"

Your laughter grew. "I don't know. I miss you though."

Tee felt a tug at his heart. "Miss you too, but tell me about this song," he urged, trying to ignore the flutters in his chest.

"Why don't you play it and see?" you suggested, your voice dripping with mischief.

Tee's heart was racing. He pulled up Spotify on his other screen and searched for the new release. Sure enough, there it was: "BMF". He hit play and put the phone back on speaker. The song started off pleasant before the beat dropped, and your velvety voice filled the room.

Young and fine and dark and handsome The boy from Tennessee keeps bossing And I can't keep my panties from dropping

Tee's hand came down to press pause before the rest of the verse could reach his ears. "Hold on, is this about me?" He was grinning wide, a laugh bubbling up from his chest in disbelief.

Your giggles grew louder over the phone. "You're supposed to play it, listen with your ears, baby," you teased, your voice full of excitement and a hint of nerves.

Tee's smile was uncontainable as he hit play again. He leaned back into his chair, eyes on the lyrics scrolling by. The song continued as Tee continued smiling wide. He listened intently as the words painted a picture of your feelings for him. The fans in his chat went wild, posting heart-eye emojis and shouting out their love for the couple.

Know my baby packing, why I'm stuck That's why he my man

He couldn't help but press pause again, rising out of his chair to do a little victory dance. "Chat, y'all hearing this shit? This is about me!" The room was alive with the energy of his laughter and the thumping bass of the track. "Baby girl, you out here talking crazy. Goddamn!"

Your giggles turned into full-blown laughter. "I had to," you said, the sweetness in your voice contrasting with the explicit nature of the lyrics. "Just finish the song."

By the time the song wrapped up, Tee couldn't help but feel over the moon. He had heard rumors about artists writing songs for their significant others, but never thought it would happen to him. His cheeks were sore from smiling so much. He sat back down, his eyes gleaming with pride and love.

"So, what do you think?" You asked.

Tee looked at the screen, his mind racing with thoughts. "Baby girl, that shit is fire. Like, for real," he said, nodding his head in time with the beat that he decided to loop for a second play.

"You like it?" Your voice was a mix of relief and excitement.

"Like it?" Tee scoffed, his laughter still echoing in the room. "I love it, baby. You went off, baby, damn." His chest puffed out a bit, unable to contain his pride. The fans in the chat were going crazy, sending love to the couple and praising the song. Tee read some of the comments out loud, his smile growing wider with each one.

Your laugh was music to his ears. "Thank you, baby. I wanted to surprise you."

Tee leaned in closer to the mic. "Surprise? You could've just called me to tell me this. You ain't have to go and make a whole song about it," he joked, winking at the camera.

"Mute yourself for a second?" you said, your voice taking on a more sweet tone. Tee's eyes widened, and he quickly muted the stream before you could say anything more.

[11queensupreme11]

I need to know how people are gonna react to finding out about Percy’s mortal spot 🫠

im ngl, i genuinely believed putting the mortal spot on THE BACK is probably THEEEEE DUMBEST fucking thing ever 😭 ur back is literally your most vulnerable spot and now she just made it 100000x more vulnerable 😭 i'm almost certain rick wrote it that way for poetic reasons cuz percy's fatal flaw is loyalty, mortal spot on the back, hence "the only way you can kill percy jackson is to stab her in the back" 💀 yes yes, very poetic, but i don't think the ror characters will appreciate it 😭

(gonna try and fit as many reactions here as i can, excluding beel and loki since they already know)

cú chulainn: this dude is a trained warrior. he knows everything about weaknesses and blindspots. and the back????? IS PROBABLY THE BIGGEST BLIND SPOT THERE IS. he'll be screaming and ripping out his own hair in pure horror and disbelief when he finds out his dumbass lover put HER ONE MORTAL SPOT on her fucking BACK of all the goddamn places 😭

apollo: he's gonna throw up when he finds out and then he's gonna throw up even more when he learns that the LAST PERSON to have the curse of achilles was killed by HIS COUNTERPART. he prays to every deity and the fates that they won't be cruel enough to repeat that with them because he CANNOT lose percy 😭😭😭😭

poseidon: his jaw drops. he looks like a complete idiot all gobsmacked like this, but nobody even blames him because they're also just as shocked. he has half a mind to spank his daughter for her terrible idea, not just for the placement of the mortal spot, but for getting that damn curse in the first place. at first, he liked it because it made her 99.99% invulnerable but that fucking mortal spot just ruined it 💀💀💀

hades: buries his face in his hands and lets out the heaviest sigh ever. he loves his niece, he really does, but he has to admit... she's not exactly the sharpest tool in the shed. he loves her so much though so he won't be TOO disappointed 💖

anubis: "BABY WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" he's screeching in horror when he witnesses the scene. welp, now he knows how she got the curse, but holy SHIT this is probably the worst curse ever (it's really not). he's literally gonna be begging her to stop when it comes up on the screen, but it's already too late

ra: USUALLY he would be busy restraining anubis from doing something stupid, but he's too busy gawking. percy was literally told that her fatal flaw was LOYALTY.... and then she goes and picks HER BACK as her one mortal spot???? "omfg the poseidon in that universe taught that child NOTHING"

rhea: "WE 👹 MUST 👹 GET 👹 HER 👹 OUT 👹 OF 👹 THAT 👹 UNIVERSE 👹 BEFORE SHE GETS HERSELF KILLED" no seriously, grandma rhea is WORRIED. if she were a human, she'd have 1000 heart attacks and her hair would've turned grey already. this baby is stressing her the FUCK out 😭

prometheus: would literally cry 😭😭😭 like "percy... my dear baby cousin, your back??????? WHY?????" 😭😭😭😭 he's usually very supportive of her ideas, even the most craziest ones, but..... the back???????????

izanagi: "oh bless her heart, she's trying her best 🥺💔"

sun wukong: does a very slow facepalm as he sinks into his throne because oh my gods this girl is FUCKED. he has never seen a more doomed person before in all his years of living 😭

aphrodite: "wait does this make sex harder??? should i have her try other positions instead? 🤔" (she's asking the real questions here)

lugh: gently grasps cú chulainn's shoulders and say solemnly, "son, i think the universe really hates you 😔💔" because this is the SECOND PERSON that cú chulainn cares about to have some sort of near-invulnerability. the first died thx to him, and now percy might follow 😭

odin: a little concerned at how similar she is to his baldur. pure-hearted and kind, a genuinely good person, with a near invulnerability. he hopes, for loki's sanity, that percy doesn't die too because the crashout would be catastrophic fr 💀

adam: absolutely HORRIFIED because she picked literally the worst spot on her body to be her mortal spot 😭

leonidas: "how tf is this kid alive right now 💀"

tesla: so it turns out it's not just math and science that he needs to teach her, but basic self-preservation as well! alrighty then, he's already getting the lesson plans ready as well as a VERY long lecture about poor decision-making skills 😭

basically, every ror character's reaction to percy getting the curse of achilles and choosing her back as her one mortal spot:

EVERYONE is horrified 💀

percy literally has so much stacked against her. everyone and everything in that universe is out to get her. she's the product of a broken vow. she's a demigod, so naturally monsters hunt her down on the daily. she has a cursed fucking sword that's cursed to fail her when she needs it most. her fatal flaw is loyalty. and then she goes and puts her mortal spot on her BACK 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀 not only that, but the fates of that universe love love LOVE greek tragedy and percy is a walking greek tragedy waiting to for the curtain call 😭

[phoenixcatch7]

Something that always bugs me is that the way fanfic authors have it, there's absolutely nothing between 'beloved son treated and raised precisely the same as the two blood siblings in the blood based ruling lineage' and 'despised and excluded indentured servant psychologically manipulated into having no self worth cut off from any emotional support'. This is, historically, a very, VERY recent binary, as the fostering system outgrows things like orphanages and the idea of the nuclear family is cemented.

There is a whole range of different statuses that exist between those two extremes just in Western society, and more than that outside of what I already know. Wardship, for example. Fostering without adoption. Room and board apprenticeship.

Wwx is older than jc. Him being adopted and legitimised, despite not being jiang, would cause a succession crisis. By rights, as the eldest male (and prodigious and well liked besides) he would be first to inherit in some people's eyes. Being adopted formally in this way would cause those rumours of bastardry madame yu was always banging on about (though I'm never convinced those rumours were as prevalent as she believed). Jfm would lose reputation and status, yzy would take a tremendous hit to her reputation, jc's place as heir would suddenly be cast into uncertainty, coming under intense scrutiny as people suddenly feel as though they had a choice in who to support, and wwx would be forced into a role and potential future he has absolutely no desire for. And by putting him in a position where he could become head of jiang, there's the risk that he might assassinate jc to become the undisputed heir, something impossible if he isn't brought into the family officially. Would wwx ever dream of doing so? No! Not even slightly! But it is a valid fear of the time and culture, jgy just proves that worst case scenario.

Instead of being the child prodigy coming out of nowhere, the son of respected rogue cultivators so generously taken in the jiang and well trained, suddenly he'd be 'proof' of infidelity, both families involved would become scandals, even post-humeously. As jgy and mxy prove, being a bastard is a lower social status than the right hand man of the sect heir, head disciple of a major sect. Now wrapped in gossip and scandal, they would no longer be called the prides of yunmeng.

And then of course that kind of divisive succession would backfire horrendously when lotus pier is burned and jc tries to rebuild the clan while wwx goes demonic cultivator! It would be DISASTROUS for the jiang, jc having lost a lot of his legitimacy and political support, wwx's now filthy reputation being tied even tighter to the clan, reflecting on them so much more. Worst case gossip would be that the jiang as a whole are turning to demonic cultivation. People who wanted wwx for heir would be in a very dangerous position! People who disliked jc as heir would make it even harder for him! Not that the jiangs would/could have predicted the war and the burning of the sect but fr it would have made an already nigh impossible situation even harder and more volatile.

And it's not like wwx is treated purely like a servant! He isn't going round fetching tea and carrying jcs sword and keeping one step behind. He eats every meal with them, he gets pocket money from them, he is openly and pretty universally considered siblings with the other two, and nobody except yzy acts like it's weird, or he's acting above his station for it (though people like the wens and jin aren't above trying to use that 'son of a servant' thing when they're targeting him to get their own way).

Yes, yzy is deeply insecure and blames him, yes during their goodbyes jc gets hugs and wwx gets orders. They're far from perfect. That's the most affection jc ever got from either of them. Jyl got nothing, she wasn't there. Which is pretty representative of her treatment from her parents, ngl. But wwx had support from jc, had sorta paternal support and a safe authority figure in jfm, had maternal support and care from jyl (though she shouldn't have had to, but that's a different conversation). There are actual family servants (yzy's twins) who grew up with her and were trained for it and they act very differently to wwx. For all yzy throws her weight around and jfm is a bit of a doormat, wwx grew up well cared for and well loved.

The fact that the family as a whole was pretty messed up and his part in it made it worse? That's on the family members themselves. His never arriving would not have fixed that family. For wwx, genuinely, there really wasn't anywhere else he could really go once he was orphaned. If he hadn't died on the streets perhaps he could have made it as a civilian working for someone else, dabbling in cultivation because we know him.

The wen and jin would have eaten him alive. The lans? Don't make me laugh. I love a good 'wwx gets betrothed to lwj as teens and he moves to gusu and Fixes Everything' as much as the next person but let's not kid ourselves, canon wwx would have ended up whipped to death or expelled with the way he is. As a visiting disciple he got so many punishments and kicked out not even halfway through the year! Him living there with lwj as adults is due to him 'redeeming' himself through mystery solving and lwj being fully, openly ready to ditch the sect for him. Even then they're constantly on the road night hunting and lwj being the lightning rod of all of wwx's trouble making tendencies (and being 100% down to breaking the rules with him without enacting punishment). They might accept him now but it would not have happened without lwj doing it first (and the juniors all loving him lol).

The nie? Maybe, but that would have left NHS in pretty much the exact same position as jc: inferior second fiddle, unskilled, constantly compared to him. Wwx would be in the exact same position of being pressured to tone himself down and keep his dangerous ideas to himself, and NHS would have double the fear of inevitably losing both his brothers. And of course, the nie aren't exactly as patient and laid back as the jiang sect as a whole, with their hyper aggressive murder resentment swords. The first sign of wwx acting 'outside' of the clans best interests and getting risky and he's going straight down those stairs the same way as jgy.

Tldr: there's more options to raise a kid than full adoption or abused servitude, even today, and though officially adopting wwx would have made everything SO much worse, his other options would not have survived him. He deserved better with the jiangs but frankly so did the blood kids (and the mother and the father). All three were emotionally neglected and adoption would not have fixed that.

This is why I believe that if wwx had been even a day younger than jc everyone would have been so much happier.

[obsessednothing]

Best friend

Lando Norris x reader, George Russell x reader

Summary: You’re about to marry the love of your life. Or so you thought. But his best friend is not happy about it…

Warnings: heartbreak, implied cheating, break up, fluff, love

A/N: I’m not usually writing on request, but this stuck in my head. It’s based on prompt from @yasdiazepam and I hope you like it! Tried my best.

Please don’t use my writings without my permission! Pictures found on Pinterest.

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Let’s say that my relationship with Lando was messy and chaotic. Me constantly chasing his ass around the paddock or Monaco, or anywhere else he wanted to be, I thought that it was act of love from my side, but I was just desperate to get an attention from him, that he loves me and cares for me.

Then he proposed. Out of nowhere. At the time I was actually thinking about the break up.

Looking at the engagement ring on my hand, it felt heavy, but I said yes, so it means it’s right, isn’t it?

“Baby, you look troubled, are you okay?” Lando sat next to me, his hand took mine with the ring on it and he looked almost proud. I thought that after the idea of marriage, he’d be cool soon-to-be husband, that his flings would go out of the way. But I was so wrong.

“Nothing, just admiring the ring.” I put on my shining smile, like always.

Suddenly the clinking of glass interrupted our conversation, and I looked up at the hostess of the night, our engagement party, it was Lando’s mum. She was the kindest person in the world, I had a great relationship with her, spending time with her at races while Lando was out on the track. Very often she was a support I needed, every time I saw some tabloids about Lando’s newest fling.

———

Looking into the mirror while I was choosing the wedding dress, I felt confused. None of them really was my style, I actually hated it. My mom and my bridesmaids were having a good time, sipping on champagne, not caring about my distressed face.

“Please, sir, this is private session, you can’t-“

I heard associate of the bride boutique speaking disapprovingly at someone, which made me turn around on the spot. My face was reflecting the confusion I felt inside my heart.

“You look- you’re stunning.”

George Russell. Lando’s best friend.

“George, what are you doing here?” I just stood there, watching him, wedding dress on me feeling uncomfortable.

He looked at my party of girls, who were shocked. I gestured for them to leave us alone.

“But dear, you can’t be with any other man than Lando.” My mom tried to oppose, but I dismissed her. When they were out of the room, I looked at George.

“Now tell me. Why are you here?”

He took slow and careful steps towards me, still trying to take in my appearance in that dress.

“I can’t bear it anymore. Clearly nobody sees how you don’t want to do this.”

I snorted at his comment. “What? Of course, I want to get married.”

“But not to Lando.”

I was speechless, maybe he has a point.

“I can’t look at how Lando is careless about you.”

“Why do you even care?”

“Because you’re the centre of my universe.”

George blurted it out, putting a hand over his mouth suddenly, his eyes wide. Then he ran a hand through his hair, his desperation and frustration clear as a day.

“What? But- you don’t actually talk to me when I’m near. You’re always aside, being with Lando when I’m not around and disappearing when I’m close.”

I couldn’t wrap my mind around what he just said.

“That’s because I hate myself for what I feel for you. I hate myself for being in love with my best friend’s fiancée. That’s horrible, yet I can’t help myself. I thought that it goes away, that I’ll find someone else, but then you got engaged and I couldn’t- you can’t marry him.”

He took another few steps towards me, now being so close to me.

“What am I supposed to say to that, George?”

My whispered words were like a needle falling to the ground, being loud in the silence.

“I- .. it’s really selfish from me, but I want you to be happy. And sadly I know, I can see, that you’re not happy with him.” His hands carefully cupped my cheeks, colour of his eyes drowning in mine. Somehow I felt weak in my knees, something in my chest fluttered so much. This was the act I needed, this was an act of a man.

Seeing all the overwhelming images of our relationship with Lando flashing through my mind, my eyes watered.

“You’re right.. I’m not happy, and I don’t want to marry him.. I just- I thought it’s the right thing, that I can change him.”

Gently placing my head on his chest, he ran his hand through my hair gently, while I was clinging onto him, sobbing into his luxurious white shirt. He didn’t care that there will be mascara stains. He didn’t care that he’ll be seen with the crying messy girl.

He cared about me. And that was a lot. And also enough.

———

Buzz of the paddock never fails to amaze me. It was a year since the last time I’ve been here. Since I broke off my engagement with Lando. While I expected him to be angry, he was actually relieved, and we parted our ways as a friends.

As I stood in the box at the garage, admiring the Mercedes’ luxurious surroundings, George was going through his preparations for the upcoming practice session. In the last four months, he showed me the different ways of love, joy and partnership, that I never imagined before. Also he was very careful with my feelings, trying to be slow and smooth with me all the time, knowing that I had a hard time getting from the break up with Lando. I didn’t want to hop into another relationship right away and George understood that.

“Mesmerising, huh?” His voice interrupted my reel of thoughts.

“Yeah, indeed. But not more than you.” My wide smile plastered over my face.

“Ah, and I was starting to get worried that you might be more in love with Mercedes than me.”

“Who said that I’m in love with you?”

He feigned being hurt, placing his hand over his chest dramatically. “That stung, miss.”

I chuckled playfully. “No, really, I feel like home, somehow.”

He smiled softly, feeling the flutter in his stomach, the woman of his dreams cheering for him. Kissing her forehead, he reached for his helmet, putting it on.

“Keep your eyes on me, darling.”

Suddenly I felt rush of emotions through my brain and I stopped him from going to his car.

“I love you, G.”

I placed a kiss over his helmet, the act of affection captured by the cameras everywhere, getting all over the media, making all fans crazy.

I could say, from the wrinkles around his eyes under the helmet, that he had his beautiful smile over his face.

“I’ll show you how much I love you later, darling.”

[chuusheartattck]

HAUNTED

Chapter 8: Suspicions

All twelve of you guys have always visted Ei and Yae’s little cafe. It even had a bookstore attached which was of course ran by Yae.

Despite Scaramouche’s protests, it became a little hang out spot for you guys. At first, Ei seemed a bit scary but that’s just how she is. She can be cold towards Scara but their relationship has gotten better since you guys started hanging out. It was heart warming to see.

Your group were occupying two different booths. Across from you sat Lumine, Cyno and Yanfei. You were sat on the edge of the opposite side. Next to you sat Heizou and Hu Tao.

The other booth sat the rest of your friends, all lost in their own conversations.

When Heizou came back from his little mission, he came back with a drink. He wasn’t planning on getting anything but he didn’t want to look awkward in front of the girl and her boyfriend.

“What did you get?” You eyed his drink.

Heizou shrugged and slid it over to you, “Some new matcha thing. You can have it.”

You took a sip and it was surprisingly good. The bakery always has high quality matcha.

“Soo..” You began, “Do you think they know anything?” You pointed your head in Ei and Yae’s direction. They were busy helping a customer.

Yanfei gave you a stern look, “Give it a rest. We’re here to forget about school.”

She was right, this was supposed to be a nice hang out to forget about the troubles of school. All the weird shit that has been happening.

So why do you feel the sudden urge to ask Ei and Yae if they know anything about it? They graduated so they must know something.

“No, no Y/n is right,” Heizou chimed in. “They probably know something. What if they’re like some badass detective couple?”

“Is that one of your fantasies?” Hu Tao giggled.

Heizou gave her a disgusted look, “You don’t know anything about my fantasies.”

“Nobody wants to know,” Lumine deadpanned. “Anyways, Y/n just ask them. What’s the worst that could happen?”

You took this as a sign to call them over to your table.

“You two graduated from Teyvat University right? What do you guys know about its..reputation?” You were hoping your question wasn’t too weird.

It was only for a split second. One tiny moment that wasn’t caught by any of you. It was caught by Heizou instead.

A small glance between the both of them. Almost a “why are they asking us this?” look. A concerned look.

Yae was the one who responded, “My college days were fun! The parties were more lively than nowadays. There were strange occurrences but it has gotten more publicity in the recent years.” She smiled warmly at you.

“Did you party with any ghosts?” Cyno asked in a light tone.

Yae chuckled, “Not that I know of. You know who was a party animal?” She turned to Ei, “This one! Did you know that-”

Before she could finish her sentence, Ei nudged her arm and shot her a nasty glare. This earned a small laugh between all six of you.

“Ahem,” Ei cleared her throat, “You shouldn’t worry about those rumors for now. You should enjoy the college life while you can. Poking your noses where it doesn’t belong will only give you trouble.”

“I know. I know. I do have one more question though. Did you guys know someone named Rhinedottir. Her son Albedo goes to the school now.” You were hoping for some sort of answer that could lead you further along in your investigation.

Again, Heizou noticed the small look between Ei and Yae. He didn’t want to bring it to your attention and instead kept quiet. Perhaps they’re hiding something.

“No,” Ei said bluntly, “I don’t recall knowing someone of that name.”

You sigh in defeat. This investigation was going to be difficult. It may take all four years of university to come up with something.

Heizou on the other hand was lost in his thoughts. The strange looks at one another could’ve meant nothing. Maybe they were annoyed at you for asking questions. However, he couldn’t shake off this feeling that it meant something. He doesn’t want to cause you anymore stress. For now, he’ll keep it to himself.

A loud gasp could be heard from the other table. You turned your head to see Xiangling looking at her phone in a panic.

“Are you okay?” Yanfei called out from your table.

“No!” Xiangling groaned. “I just realized I have an assignment due in an hour. I totally forgot!” She quickly got up from the table, gathering her personal belongings.

“Well there’s my cue. I got a ride with Xiao, Xiangling and Hu Tao,” Heizou motioned for you to let him and Hu Tao out.

Cyno stretched out his arms and yawned, “I should probably get going to. I have an early class tomorrow and it’s getting late.” He looked towards the window and the sun was already setting. He turned to Lumine and Aether, “You guys cool with that?”

They nodded since the three of them all carpooled together.

“Should we go as well?” Kazuha asked as he got up from his table. He drove you, Scaramouche, Yanfei and Navia to the bakery.

You all nodded and got up from your respective tables. Your entire group thanked the two ladies and started to make your way out of the bakery.

The sunset casted a beautiful pink and orange tone in the sky. It was the kind of sunset that had everyone looking at it in awe. You just knew people were going to post it on their Instagram stories.

You noticed Xiao next to you. He took out his phone to take a picture of the sunset. The golden rays gave him a sun kissed glow onto his skin. It highlighted his features quite nicely.

When he was done, he turned his attention towards you. His beauty made you a bit flustered.

“Is there something on my face?” He asked.

“No. I just didn’t take you as someone who takes pictures of sunsets,” You replied.

Xiao looked down on his phone, “I don’t. I’m usually more into sunrises but the sky looked pretty so why not.”

You raise an eyebrow, “You stay up for sunrises?”

“When I can’t sleep then I usually do,” Xiao responded. “You should try it sometime.”

“I think I’d fall asleep before I’m able to.”

“I’ll just wake you up then.”

You two stood next to his car. He took out his keys to unlock his car to let Xiangling, Hu Tao and Heizou inside.

“See you later,” He waved goodbye before hopping into the drivers seat.

Lumine quickly ran to your side and nudged your arm. Totally being obvious about it.

“There goes your man,” She whispered.

You hit her arm back to shush her, “He’s not my man!” You whispered yelled.

“Not yet,” Lumine gave you a mischievous smirk before heading into Aether’s car.

You rolled your eyes playfully and walked to Kazuha’s car.

You got into the backseat next to Yanfei and Navia while Scaramouche sat in the passenger seat. The three cars started to pull out of the parking lot and onto the road.

The road that led to the place where you were dreading the most.

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A/N: SHES BACKKKKKK i’m hoping you guys didn’t forget about me :( sorry for being mia i lowkey lost the motivation to continue but i got some of it back! please lmk if you guys like this story so i can stay motivated. also please give me any theories you have about this story!! i enjoy reading them/giving hints about whats yet to come! i’ve also been watching the og teen titans so maybe i’ll start writing for them too 🤫 lmk if you guys are interested in that as well!

Synopsis: Friends start their first year at Teyvat University. The school that is known for its paranormal activity. The group doesn’t truly believe the rumors until they start to experience how frightening the school can be. What happens when the friend group investigates the truth of the hauntings?

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[avocado-writing]

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pairing: 14th doctor x reader & 10th doctor x reader

rating: E

notes: no gender or age given for reader, just that you last saw the doctor fifteen years ago. thank you to @mcganns for being my beta!!

This too shall pass.

It was a sentiment that you had to cling onto when he left, because fuck knows it was the most painful thing you’d ever felt. And you’d run away from actual explosions before. Big ones, in space! Supernovas which could eat entire planets while you hung onto the side of a little blue box. 

And yet none of it even begins to compare to when he fucking left you. 

He said it wouldn’t be forever. Well, he shouted it at you as you fell out of the TARDIS. There was a time explosion, and you got rocketed back to your little flat in the middle of Hackney, on Earth only a few days from when he’d picked you up — but in your reality months of adventure had passed. 

You’d not really settled back in, certain that he was going to come and rescue you. But then days turned into weeks into months and you finally accepted that the Doctor had abandoned you. 

So you went back to it all. Your mundane little existence before a mad, brilliant man had whisked you away. Your boss was a bit miffed that you’d gone AWOL but you were their best employee so they couldn’t afford to let you go, all you got was a slap on the wrist and a command not to let it happen again. The people you loved didn’t really seem to notice your absence that much, which stung; you couldn’t blame them though. You’d probably not miss you much either. 

The Doctor. He made you feel special in a way nobody had before. Like you were the centre of a whole, giant, fantastic universe, and he adored you for it. 

Still. 

No point mulling that over again, is there?

Fifteen years. Things did get better. You moved on eventually. But you still find your thoughts drifting back to him every once in a while, and that fragment of time you spent totally utterly in love with each other. When you think about the way he kissed you, without realising it you end up touching your lips.

No. No. Stop. 

The singing of the kettle snaps you back into reality, and you pour yourself a hot cuppa. Ah, tea. The antidote to everything. You go to turn the radio on for some company as you shift into your morning routine when you hear a knock at the door. 

Probably the postie. He’s a bit early today, you think, but make no more of it as you undo the latch and open the door. 

Your heart stops. 

Because there he is, of course. 

Older. Weathered. Not the young man you once knew but a grownup version of him, as exhausted by life as you are. 

You drop your mug. Quick as a flash the Doctor grabs it out of midair. The tea sloshes onto the floor but at least nothing gets shattered. 

He goes to look up at you, but his attention is drawn back to his hand. 

“I bought you this mug years ago,” he says, utterly amazed. 

You shut the door in his face. 

Well, you try to, anyway. But he sticks a foot in between the door and the frame, with one of those stupid Converse he always wears.

“I know you’re angry, I know. But please let me come in.”

It’s such an absurd statement you find yourself laughing, a high and desperate noise. 

“Absolutely not!” Actually, no. That’s not enough. “How dare you. Why are you even here?!”

“Because I wanted— I needed to see you.”

You still want to slam the door on him, but there’s a desperation to his voice that gives you pause. And when he looks at you with those sad, puppy-dog eyes? Those eyes as lined with age as you are?

Fuck. You’re so weak. 

So that’s how you find the Doctor sitting at your kitchen table with a cup of tea in front of him. You lean against the counter, defences still up, eyeing him from over the top of your mug. He drums his fingers against the tablecloth. 

“I like your house. Your calendar is nice, I enjoy the kitten motif.”

“Don’t,” you spit, slamming the mug down and sloshing tea onto the floor, “don’t you dare. You don’t get to waltz back here and start telling me ‘oh, I enjoy your furnishings, haven’t you made a nice little life for yourself since I abandoned you!’ I let you in to speak your piece, though god knows why. Say it and be done.”

The Doctor looks deflated. His shoulders sag, mouth falls. You take a moment to properly look at him. He seems… tired. Tired in a way you never knew him to be when you went on your adventures. Part of you wants to offer comfort, but the other part of you wants to withhold it maliciously. Anything to make him feel the way you felt. 

“I looked for you,” is what he settles on, heavily. You didn’t expect that, and it knocks you. 

“What?”

“I did. After the explosion, I tried searching all over the galaxy for you. I didn’t know where - when - you’d ended up. I scanned and scanned but something stopped you from appearing on the TARDIS’s sensors. I think… the amount of artron energy emitted during the blast somehow cloaked you.”

You say nothing, your silence an invitation for him to continue his explanation. 

“It took years. Literal years, for me. Every spare moment I had, I dedicated to looking for you. Head buried in the circuitry of the TARDIS, trying to fix whatever was hiding you, gave myself a couple of nasty shocks too. And, when I finally tracked you down, I’d regenerated.”

You blink. Right. Yes. He’d explained that, but you’d never seen it with your own eyes. The same person, a different face. 

“I didn’t know if you’d want to see me if I didn’t look like me. But I had to try anyway, didn’t I? So I came here. To your house. I got myself all ready for it, knocked on your door… and found that you were married.”

Your fingers grip the counter. 

“Oh.”

“He seemed nice. Loved you a lot, as you deserved. And I couldn’t tell you I was back, could I? I saw you pottering around in the kitchen, making the tea - you were always the best at making tea - and you were happy. How could I ask you to leave that all, uproot the life you’d made for yourself, just to jump back in the TARDIS with me? How could I be so cruel? I couldn’t, could I. So I left again. Tried to move on. Like you did.”

You’re crying now. You can feel hot tears slide down your face and soak into your jumper. 

“Oh, Doctor,” you manage. You want to tell him so much. It feels like it might burst out of you. But instead you settle on:

“Why now?”

He smiles thinly. 

“Because somehow I got this face back, and I wanted to see you. I wanted to be selfish for once.”

You find yourself at the table, on the wonky chair opposite him, sliding your hand over to cover his. It’s rough and warm. Just like you remember. He says your name with reverence, but like it pains him. 

“I never stopped loving you. Ever. Through it all, every adventure, I knew it wasn’t complete because you weren’t there. It just wasn’t the same without wonderful, brilliant you,” he admits. He sounds defeated. It breaks your heart — or, actually, it might just put it back together again. 

A beat passes. His confession lingers in the air, heavy, thick and choking like smoke from an untameable fire. 

“His name was Simon. He was a baker. He was lovely, actually… and we got divorced two years ago.”

The Doctor’s brow furrows. 

“You… what… why?”

“Because he knew there was someone else I never really let go of. Someone else who, despite everything, I still loved.”

He looks you in the eyes, and you see something glimmer there that you long since gave up on. 

Hope. 

And then, suddenly, you’re kissing. 

It’s like nothing has changed. His lips are still rough and searching on yours, a hint of tongue giving away into more the deeper you entangle. He sits you up on the table and steps into the space left by your spread legs, and between each kiss he says your name. It’s full of adoration but lined with desperation, too. 

Like the kisses he gave you the first night you laid together, on a bed in his spaceship floating across the galaxy. When he buried himself inside you and you felt his two hearts beat in rhythm with your own. 

“Doctor…” you manage. 

Fuck. You need him. You didn’t realise how badly you needed him. You didn’t realise a piece of your soul has been missing this whole time, fucking torn out of you and leaving a jagged hole in its wake. And him, back, telling you he loves you and always has? You’re patched together like kintsugi. 

Your Doctor is the molten gold you need. 

“Please. I need to…” he’s so desperate he can barely get the words out, but you nod; he’s undoing the belt buckle of your jeans and pulling them off like they’re silk. When his thin waist meets yours you cross your ankles behind him and lock him into place, and his hands - a little fumbling, a little nervous to be mapping out the plain of you again - begin to trace your chest. You lean into his touch to let him know yes. This is okay. I want this. Make me whole again. 

His warm, rough palms slide under the hem of your shirt and lift it easily over your head, the only break in a while you take from your kiss. You let yourself grab his tie to bring him closer. He’s fully dressed still and you’re almost naked; you remember how he used to like that, enjoy feeling a bit more put together than you. Cheeky blighter. Still though, as his suit scratches your skin, you can’t say you don’t agree. 

However. In this instance he has far too many clothes. 

You tug at his jacket and he knows what you need, letting it fall to the floor with his tie and waistcoat following it. He ruts against you as he unbuttons his shirt a bit, not the whole way, but just enough for you to feel the warmth of his chest. He’s so skinny. You’ve always been a bit worried that, on one of your rougher days, you might snap him in half. You still are now, actually. 

Cupping his face in your hands you let your thumbs caress his cheekbones. Your Doctor. Older but the same. Just like you. 

You can feel him more than half-hard against your leg. No more time wasting. You need him. You need him, you need him, you need him. 

It doesn’t take long to undo his fly and have him in your hand. You’ll always be glad he chose this human anatomy. Though you’d love him no matter how he looks, there’s something wonderful about his cock as it is here. He lets his head fall forward onto your shoulder with a moan if your name. 

“Oh… you’re…”

“Mmm hmm,” you agree, a genuine smile passing your face for the first time in god knows how long. He’s just the right length and on the thick side, and you know what a delicious stretch he is when he pushes inside of you. You can’t wait to feel it again. A couple of pumps and he’s ready, dripping precome and a ruddy red. Another time you’d bend down and taste him, remind yourself what a Time Lord’s cock is like. But now today. Well, not now. 

You lay back, readjusting yourself so he can push your underwear to the side and find your entrance. A couple of fingers - those long, delicate, clever and cunning fingers - press inside you and test you out. You’re ready for him. He makes a choked noise in the back of his throat as he realises and you laugh, properly, throwing your head back. 

“Come on, Doctor. Show me that you’ve missed me.”

He used to never shut up. And now he’s stunned into a desperate silence, lining up with you and pushing in as he does his best to make you feel what he’s been feeling too. 

A loneliness is fixed. He slides home inside you and your hips meet, the both of you letting out a long and ragged breath. You sit there for a moment, locked in the most intimate embrace, and just feel each other. You fist your hands in his shirt. He’s here. He’s real. You feel him trace his palm up your back as if you assure himself of the same thing. 

Slowly he begins to move. It is a long and lovely drag, his cock hitting all the points you missed being touched, and when he feels you gasp he goes harder. The Doctor nuzzles into the skin of your neck, nestling to the warmth of you there, and you hear him repeat a mantra both of your name and “I love you”.

Over and over. As if the two phrases are inextricably linked. 

You’re so full. You’re so light. Everything feels perfect in this moment. And when he reaches between your bodies to touch your sex, push you to the edge, you know you’ll climax for him embarrassingly fast. 

When you come you see stars light up behind your eyes. The sky, the unfiltered and untamed sky takes you over. The Doctor says your name one final fine and releases inside you, his hips riding it out as if to savour every second in the sweet grip of you. 

He can’t look at your face when he asks you. He says it from the safety of your shoulder where his face is buried, because if you say no you know his heart will shatter. 

“Come with me, in the TARDIS again. I know I shouldn’t ask you to leave your home but… you complete me, you know. Always have.”

“Leave my home?! Doctor, don’t be daft. This is just a house in bloody Hackney. You’re my home.”

You pull back to meet his gaze. He’s tired, but bright. His eyes twinkle. And there’s the Doctor you know. 

“And of course,” you continue. And, as the smile engulfs his face and he lights up, “it’s not like I’m doing anything else, am I?”

This time, when you go AWOL from your job, you never come back.