#reached don't wanna look at it anymore stage

[pauls1967moustache]

fic: an orgasm of sound

“It was a good piece of work between Paul and me. I had the ‘I read the news today’ bit, and it turned Paul on, because now and then we really turn each other on with a bit of song, and he just said ‘yeah’ – bang bang, like that.” — John Lennon

Or, John and Paul work on A Day in the Life.

(read on ao3)

#reached don't wanna look at it anymore stage #enjoy! #piano sex--surprisingly already a tag on ao3 #fic tag

[lowkeycasanova]

have a baby by me

trafalgar law x f!reader

Plot: Law wants to have another baby

warnings: smut, breeding kink (18+)

*pic isn't mine. all creds to the original owner, whoever you are*

You blink open your eyes, realizing you’re in Law’s arms and his lips softly pressed to the skin on your shoulder. His leg is in between yours and you can feel his morning wood against your backside but that’ll be dealt with later.

Gently escaping his grasp, you slide off the bed and into the bathroom. Law should be waking up soon now. He usually wakes up minutes after you leave his arms.

You close the bathroom door, enveloping the quiet solitude of the morning. The soft glow of dawn peeks its way through the window casting a warm hue on the tiles as you make your way to the sink.

Before turning on the water, you pause. You senses heightened. You listen out for Damien in the fact that he might be awake. Usually you hear the pattering of his feet against the floor, or maybe he's playing with his toys and talking to himself. At least he sleeps through the night.

It's around his second birthday now and your mind drifts back to when you found out you were pregnant with him.

When your breasts started becoming tender, Law spectulated that you might be pregnant. You brushed him off because he came off as unserious. Also because you two weren't trying. Sure, you talked about it and you were both for having children, but it wasn't planned.

With him being a doctor, he started getting nervous when you started getting heartburn and when you finally began vomiting all the time, he went out and bought too many pregnacy tests and made you drink water until your stomach hurt.

Fast forward nine months after that, nothing woke him up faster when you went into labor that night. You were irritable and in pain for twelve hours. Thirty minutes into the second stage of labor, your son was born. He was born with a full head of dark hair and bright yellow eyes, just like father.

You named him Damien, he was the kind of baby that was constantly on the move. If he wasn't sleeping, he was exploring his surroundings.

He's a good kid. Sure, there are times where he throws his tantrums. He is a toddler after all and it's just his way of asserting his independence. However, there are times when he will patiently wait for his food and play quietly whenever Law took him to his office and worked.

And the rest of the crew were always down to help. Bepo, Penguin, and Shachi loved him. They were the only ones that could make Damien laugh as hard as he did. His face becomes red and he lets out this loud, yet infectiousbelly laugh.

Damien plays with them a lot.

As you finish up your morning routine, you hear that telltale morning groan. A smile comes across your face as you peek back into the bedroom, watching as Law slowly sits up, rubbing his eyes.

"Mhmm, good morning." he says in that deep, raspy voice that makes you want to jump on him. "Is Damien up yet?"

"Don't think so. But thank God he's not wailing in the middle of the night anymore."

"I kinda miss that."

You raise an eyebrow. "Really?"

Law shrugs. "It's just a reminder that he's getting older."

He reaches out his hand to you and you immediately walk over and grab it, letting him pull you back in bed. You sit against the pillows and he lays down on his side, his arms wrapping around your waist.

He lets out a sigh, trailing a fingertip along your arm as if he wanted your attention but didn't wanna ask for it.

"Do you need something?" you joke.

He rests his chin on your shoulder and looks up at you with a mischevous gaze in his eye.

"Do you want another baby?"

You tensed up and his inquiry hung in the air. Finally meeting his gaze, he continues to trace your arm and maintains eye contact. He's cautious though, hoping he didn't overstep a line by asking.

The weight of the question settling in you. Of course you wanted another kid. The joys that came with parenthood were undeniable, but it was also a lot of responsibility.

"It's something to think about, isn't it." you say with a soft smile, breaking the silence.

He grins and moves his hand from your arm to under your shirt, kneading the soft skin. "Let's have sex."

You chuckle in amusement. "Kids are a lot of work." you tell him and hug your arms around your waist, inadvertently pushing his out the way.

Law knows you too well. Your subtle action manifested because you still weren't in love with your body yet. He uses his palm to lift himself up and give you a kiss on the cheek. A sign to remind you that he still found you beautiful.

"Law," you begin in a soft voice. "I don't know." You don't tell him why- because he has the responsibility of being a captain to his crew and you would need all the help you can get raising the kids- but he knows.

"No, no, listen," he says and turns all of his attention to you. "I want to take a break from being out on the water. I've already talked it over with the crew. Traveling around like this, it's not safe for him." He pauses, squinting slightly. "I want our son to have a stable environment, go to school, make friends. I want him to have siblings to grow up with. We'll go back out to sea eventually, but for now, I want to live a different kind of life."

You studied his face, seeing the sincerity in his eyes and the love he held for his family. Also, deep down, you think it's because he envisions his kids to have the life that he experienced, before it was taken from him.

You gently caress his lip with your fingertips and he puckers them, giving them a quick kiss.

"You really mean that, don't you?"

He nods.

You look up at the ceiling and slowly exhale. You have been wanting to discuss another baby but that would be coupled with the asking him to take a break from his work. But he's willing to do ut for you already. A smirk flashes across your face and you lean in to give him a kiss. "Let's have a baby then."

You don't need to tell him twice.

He maneuvers his body to face you, the lower half of your bodies still concealed by the sheets, and pulling you in for a searing kiss, tongues moving slowly with each other. You reach up and grab his hair to tug on it, just enough how he likes it. Feeling his hands on your waist, it's easy to lose track of time. But Damien's room is down the hall and he will be up any minute now.

While he's kissing you, he reaches down and pushes the fabric covering up your pussy to the side so he can use his hand to rub on the slick that's gathering in between your folds. His hand then sldies to the top of your underwear, fumbling with the fabric.

"Law don't-"

Too late. He's ripped them off before you can finish your thought, balled it in his fist and tossed them to the side.

"Sorry." he mumbles so casually before leaning back down to kiss you again. But you know he's not. He does this often.

His two middle fingers push themselves inside you, hitting that spot that you need. You lean in to press yourself into his neck to kiss him there. Mainly to keep your voice down.

"I'll buy you some more." he hums.

"You know," you say in a voice that's barely above a breath. "They're pretty good quality, and the fact that you can rip them off like that is pretty impressive."

His eyes darken with lust as your comment pratically fuels his ego.

"God." he mutters.

He moves to lay on his back, impatiently shuffling off the sheets as an invitation for you to straddle him. You accept it as you move one leg over his, reaching down to grab his cock to align it with your dripping pussy. You're wet enough so it doesn't take much effort to sink down on him. You love how he fills you up whole. You lean in to kiss him and he meets you halfway in an attempt to silence your moans, pulling away once your fully down on him.

He laughs halfheartedly when you give him a smile and you move your hips to try to adjust to him. His hands knead your ass and eyes squeeze shut as you pull up off him then slide back down. Since having a kid, you two haven't been having sex as often, but that doesn't matter. You'll always have to adjust to him.

"Mmph fuck me."

You bury your face into his neck again as you ride him, his hands helpng you out at a steady pace. The sounds of skin slapping fills the room along with your occasional whines and his occasional grunts as he thrusts into you. Your nails dig into his shoulders, surely to leave crescent marks behind. But you don't care and neither does he.

"You know what?" he says in a low voice. Your ear is right next to his mouth, so you have no choice but to listen. "I'm gonna fucking fill you up. Fill you up to the brim with my cum and force you to take all of it."

His words cause you to clench around him.

"Fuck, and then- mmph fuck- then I'm gonna do it again. I'm gonna fuck you again. I'm gonna fucking get you pregnant and watch you swell with my baby."

He palms your clit with just enough pressure to make you squirm, a hand still on your leg to encourage you to keep rocking your hips against him. You're overstimulated now. You clench and unclench and you finally reach your high.

"That's a good girl." he coaxes. "Now tell me how much you want my baby."

Your legs are exhausted from riding him for so long. At this point, all you want it for his to release inside you. "Please," your voice is desperate. "Want you to cum inside me. F-fill me up and get me pregnant."

In that second, he flips you over so you're on your back. Interlocking his fingers with yours and holding them above your head. He's thrusting into you so hard that the headboard is striking the wall. He grabs it to try to keep it stable. But all other ways to try to be quiet? Forget about it. Your hands aimlessly roam his back and he's groaning and his movements quivering.

"Oh my-fuck." He groans, slamming his hips into yours and you can feel him erupt. His head dips down into your neck as he releases, keeping his whole shaft inside, as deep as he can, and his tip as close to your cervix as possible. "Take it all, babygirl."

He pulls out and flops right down in front of you to where he's putting his weight on his bent knees. You're so tired, you can't even muster the energy to get up. So you lay there, still on your back with your legs open right where he can see.

You're a little embarrased that he's looking at you with that amazed expression. However, you begin to feel his cum seep out, so you take a hold of his cock and use the tip to sweep it back and deposit the white fluid back in.

Looking back up at him, he's left with his mouth agape.

"That...you...I..."

He's so astonished at your action, he can't even speak.

"You're so sexy."

He leans in with the intent of kissing you, but is interrupted by pattering against the floor on the other side of the door.

"Mama!"

You cover your face with the palm of your hand. Law quickly gets off of you and scrambles to put his pants on. "I got him. You stay right there."

#one piece fanfiction #one piece law #trafalgar d law x reader #one piece trafalgar law #one piece smut #trafalgar law smut #law x reader #trafalgar law x y/n #trafalgar law

[http-finnick]

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐫

finnick odiar x fem!reader

summary: after the war, your whereabouts are a mystery left with missing next to it. finnicks days are gloomy without his love as jealous friends burden him.

request: hi I love your finnick stories so much!! i really like reading them ♥️ i saw requests are open an was wondering if you could do a finnick x reader where its after the war and he thinks shes dead but later finds out she’s alive and he’s just happy and excited to plan their life together? thank you ♥️

I dont..miss her. it's strange. I- I want her here it's just..I feel like I've lost something..like I'll find it soon. It'll be in arms reach soon, just...wait. that's all. wait.

"you're grieving. It's denial" his head pops up to see a red-headed woman cross her legs, he almost forgot he was saying that all out loud

"she isn't missing, Finnick, she isn't at arms reach. She's dead." Annie moves her hair behind her ear before resting her head on her hand, staring at his expression, for a reaction to her statement

"some shrink you are." he scoffs, he hates how she's talking. she isn't dead. she cant be.

"...finnick" pity. her tone is pitiful and there's nothing he despises more. he struggles to find logic to support his calm as he fumbles from rage

"no body."

"what?" "no body. no proof. she could be alive" now he stares straight at her. her wide brown eyes flashing a sign of annoyance before being coated with a wave of seriousness.

"we went over this. you need to look at the facts-" "I am. no body." now he's getting defense, how could she say that? wheres her hope? she never gives up on anyone why would she give up on you so quickly?

"you called me a shrink. I'm not. I'm a friend and you need to listen to me as that. mourn her. do it now before you hold onto her forever"

.

she's gone. I know that now. I don't talk about her anymore, annie doesn't like the noise. mostly to myself when I want to reminisce on good memories that just end up with me crying in the bathroom like a pathetic wimp. sometimes I think to talk about her to annie but she just tells me to let go of her. but I can't.

the 5 stages of grief. Annie told me about that. is confusion one? I feel confused.

I sit on the island counter as I hear fabric on fabric, it's the dress of annie swiping against itself as she walks in to check on me.

"hey, you okay?" she leans against the wall, fiery red hair longer than ever as she awaits my answer

"uhh, yeah, yeah." brushing it off as I sit up, she isn't satisfied. he knows but it isn't the time.

"wanna talk about it?" seriously? he can? and to think she hated the noise

"it'd be nice" he answered sniffing slightly as he was already getting emotional

"what's the matter?" she sits down and motions for him to do as well, he hesitates, feeling more in control of the situation by standing and looking away, but, he sits.

"uh, I'm really am missing her a lot more" he watched her chew her cheek and he starts to feel claustrophobic. is he a burden? an annoyance to bring up the past? to dwell so heavily?

"what are you hanging onto so much?" her tone is soft but he knows spitfire when he hears it, he smiles and bites his bottom lip, he knew it was too good to be true.

"what?" shes clueless. utterly clueless and he's about to snap

"no it's just, wow."

"..wow?"

"you tell me to mourn but I'm never allowed to!" he smiles while sitting up, completely done. over her bullshit and looking for a fight

"well, mourning isn't clinging onto things fin." she hits right back, ready to get this over with and go to bed.

"what the hell is wrong with you? I- I have no one to fucking talk to!"

"you aren't here when you talk! you are somewhere else living in the past and you can't hear anyone when they tell you the truth!"

"oh- oh so what this truth?" he pushes her, ready for her to say, daring her to.

"that she's dead and you need to get over that." she strikes for the kill and it fucking hurts. he bites his tongue as she scoffs and tries to form a semi-redeemable apology that he knows he just bullshit

"no. I need you to get the fuck out." he waves his hand mindlessly towards the door as he stares at the floor, feeling blood pool into his mouth from biting his tongue a little too hard

.

two of the most important women are gone from his life and he only has a chance with one of them.

he wears dress pants and a button-up with flowers he picked this morning. he needs at least for this to work out.

he slides the bouquet onto the counter and lets his fingers run through his fluffy locks as he opens the fridge, trying to find some drinks they can have together as he scans the empty cold box.

he throws his head back at the sound of the rippling scream of his phone, he can't deal with post-capitol shit right now.

he swings his feet and grabs the telephone off the wall, stating his name and 'hi' as he waits

a woman chimes in on the other line stating herself and her authority as she starts to say things he doesn't really understand, numbers of times and dates, he doesn't do appointments or capitol press anymore

"wait- wait. I'm sorry, what?"

"for ms.l/n, when will you arrive for her?" he drops the phone as his throat closes up. they found her. they found her. they found her.

her body.

pickup. they want me to come to get her. his knees became weak and he slid to the floor, only now hearing her voice asking for him as it dangled next to his shaking body

he grabs it and puts it up to his ear, his voice cracking as he asks what date, time, and location to...pick her up.

he couldn't help but notice the way she talked about 'ms.l/n' in a slight past tense. he wanted confirmation for the longest time but it was bittersweet knowing she was actually gone. no fuck that. it's bitter it hurts like hell. it feels like the day he found out she was gone and panicked looking for her, though this time actually finding a body. he isn't gonna let Annie's "coping 101" infect his brain now. he is in pain. he feels like he is dying.

his love is gone. It's been months of her gone but now she's gone.

the train ride was silent as he just sat there in shock the whole time. he was lucky enough to get one today. he hopes they are wrong, hoping when he walks in it'll be someone else.

he stumbles into the hospital, telling the nurses about the call and about the woman on the other line. they tell him a room number and he floats there without question.

he notices how the room isn't leading to a morgue but rather a patient room. maybe it's full. maybe they found her with other missing troops.

and turns the door and cracks it open, he can't stop himself to shut his eyes tightly as he hopes shes is in a zipped body bag at least

he opens his eyes right when he walks in.

there. it's you. no doubt.

it's you sitting up. you're alive.

"y-y/n?"

"holy shit finnick..you're all dressed up for me?" how, how could you joke at this time? how can you joke at all? you were dead. he thought you died he-

he sprints towards you and hugs you tightly, tears flowing from his eyes as he smells you, feels you, loves you again

"I- I thought you died.."

"me too" you mumble feeling your own tears slip out as he weeps against you. you're safe.

"I love you, I love you so much" he cries out, not daring to pull away from you but you manage to lift him up just enough to be face-to-face with him. you kissed him softly, his lips familiar and warm

"I love you too"

you're thin and bruised. utterly beaten down by nature as your busted lip smiles at him, and he knows no matter how long you were lost you were the same old you deep down.

"let's get married. let's get married and move anywhere you want." he smiles, thinking of living with you in the meadow, alone, just the two of you.

"woah, next you're gonna say let's make a million babies" you giggle, pretending like you weren't about to say the same thing.

"not quite a million my love but close to it" he laughs and you fall into it as well. wiping your tears with your free hand had only now noticed how hard your other hand was gripping his

"I missed your laugh so much" he sniffs, tears still spilling out as he smiles at you

"I missed everything about you so much" you dip back in to kiss him and he goes right to it, hugging you deeply as he thinks about how soon you'll be his wife. soon he'll be your husband and soon you two will have a life. a real one.

an: I hope this is okay! I added Annie drama on accidentally lmao. I hope I didn't pace it weirdly and I hope I was able to catch how Finnick was feeling at least a little well. like he knew deep down she was alive but he was just mourning her absent presence. I hope you guys enjoyed it! mwah, love you so much!

#finnick odair fluff #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair angst #finnick odair imagine #finnick odair smut #hunger games finnick #finnick x y/n #finnick x annie #finnick imagine #finnick x reader #hunger games #finnick odair #finnick odair fanfic #finnick odair x you #finnick odair oneshot #finnick odair headcanons #finnick odair imagines #thg finnick #thg x reader #thg headcanons #thg rp #thg fanfiction #the hunger games imagine #the hunger games fanfiction #the hunger games rp

[awellposhmagazine]

“I’ve never done something like this before” for the prompts 🥰

ok the first half of this is good and then it moves into proper porn territory which i am terrible at so pls look away if it sucks ok good chat love u xxx

he’s a stranger in the dictionary definition of the word, but you think thats hardly fair, considering how well acquainted you're becoming with his lips. 

caged in against the bathroom sink and the wide expanse of his chest, with the rough denim of his jeans against your bare thighs as you whine against his mouth, you don't feel very much like strangers.

its that thought, and the feeling of ceramic digging into your spine, that pulls you out of your frenzy. it's a bit of an insane situation you've found yourself in, really; utterly kiss sick and leaking through your underwear while a man you’d just watched take the stage at madison square garden presses crescent moons into the plush skin of your hips. 

“hold on a second - fuck, just, give me a moment.”

his kisses come to a tapered stop, and you make proper eye contact with ross for the first time since you'd pulled him hand in hand away from the bar.

“i, um- i’ve just. i’ve never done something like this before.”

“like this?” he questions; cheeks flushed a lovely shade of pink. 

“fucking a stranger in a bathroom.” you clarify. 

a smile splits across his face. it’s so devastatingly handsome that you feel a little bit sick. 

“‘s that what we’re doing, hm?”

you can’t bring yourself to hold eye contact anymore; hes so flustering, so overwhelming, that your gaze tumbles involuntarily to the floor. “well, i dunno. seemed that way, didn’t it?”

the teasing edge to his voice has dulled significantly when he speaks again. he lifts one big hand to your chin and forces you to look at him. “wanna go get another drink, find somewhere quiet to talk? i can piss off, if you've changed your mind. whatever you want, love."

“no, no. please, i want this. i want you.”

“y' sure?”

you hum. “was considering jumping your bones out there in the hallway. i love the bathroom. the bathroom is great.”

his face lights up and the laugh that bubbles from his lips catches you by surprise. “alright. wonderful.” 

his kisses are charged with something heavier when your lips meet again. you smack your head against the mirror when he first slips his tongue into your mouth, and he quickly settles his hand between your head and the glass. 

“where’d you want me?” his tone is nothing short of reverent, and his breath, hot on your skin, smells of whiskey. 

it’s a loaded question. you could spend days answering it. instead, you gesture breathlessly to your shorts. “help me get these off?”

his hands move for the button and he slides them down your thighs with ease. you expect him to toss them to the floor, so it makes your heart swell a little bit when he tucks them behind the soap dispenser. 

you wrap your legs around him and pull him back against your mouth. his hands trail gently across your stomach, winding the coil of the desire that pools there tighter and tighter still. all at once, he presses a firm hand over the growing patch in your underwear and you moan like a girl in a bad porn. he doesnt seem to mind. 

instead, he reaches up and pushes a thumb into your mouth. you suckle on it instinctively for only a moment before he pulls it back and reaches blindly between your legs.

even through the fabric of your underwear, his fingers are just as cruel and precise as you’d watched them on stage.

“oh fuck me.”

“‘can ask nicer than that.”

“ross, please. i’ll be good, ‘make you feel good, i promise.”

for the first time in the hour and a bit you've known him, the cloud of vaguely dominating composure that follows him around begins to give way.

“christ - alright, ‘m coming.”

he leans in, presses another messy kiss to your upper lip, and busies himself with the zipper on his jeans. you’d die happy if it was your last sight in the world. 

a moment of shuffling and fiddling later, his pants bunch halfway down his thighs and your hand disappears down the front of his boxers before you can even think of losing your nerve. the sound that crawls its way out of his throat tells you it was worth the risk.

one of his hands comes down hard on the edge of the sink, white knuckling the ceramic as you wrap your hand around the length of him. its an awkward angle, and the closeness of your bodies is restricting the movement of your hand, but it seems to get him just the same. 

he’s raspy and cursing when he eventually grabs you by the wrist and tugs you closer by the thighs. 

another thirty seconds and a raspberry flavored condom later, ross’s eyes are squeezing shut something pained as he topples forward and presses himself against your entrance. 

“fucking, jesus christ-” he’s been gruff and all man in every moment leading up to this, but now his voice has gone high and reedy and undeniably boy.  

his jaw is set tight. blood rushes in your ears. the burn and the pressure of him is very well splitting you open as he pushes inside. he stills, and you squirm in anticipation. 

“ross - please."

“m sorry, i know. jus’ give me a second.”

you nod, breathless, digging your nails into the sturdy flesh of his bicep as tears made of pain and pleasure bite at your eyes.

he pushes up into you and you cry out loud; ask him to do it again. 

he does, again and again until you’re whimpering and your legs begin to shake from where they dangle uselessly from the countertop. he’s still got one hand on the back of your head to keep it from hitting the mirror, and the other is spreading you open.

“could you, can you-”

he hums, lowering his hand and rubbing hard circles into your clit, and you wonder if he’s read your mind. 

“thank you, thank you - fuck.”

“‘give you anything you want,” he breathes. “lovely girl - so good for me."

it’s the combination of those words and the force of his fingers that sends you over the edge. it happens so fast you can’t even find the time to take a breath, ripping through you with a cry as you contract around him.. “oh fuck,”

your eyes slam shut with the intensity of it, and you only manage to open them again when you hear ross’s own curses start up again. 

he's losing his rhythm now; rough and stuttering where he'd started steady and precise. you watch in fascination, mentally cataloguing the furrow of his brow and the hard set of his jaw as he fucks into you desperately.

“please cum, fuck - want it so bad.” you’re proper babbling now, blinded by overstimulation and choked up with a strange affection you can't quite name. soon after, his head falls to the crook of your neck and he comes with a low groan of your name that hits you right between your legs.

something close to a full minute passes before you either of you speak properly again; it's all gentle silence and hushed praises as you clean up and get your clothes back on.

its only when he offers you a hand down from the sink that he manages to find his voice. it comes out a little shy, and he has to cough his way through it.

"could do with that other drink now, i reckon."

if the way you smile and kiss him in response is any good indication, you don't think you'll fit the bill for any sort of strangers much longer.

#ross macdonald x reader #ross macdonald smut #ross macdonald #overthought and made myself hate everything i wrote today🥰🥰

[soulc-hilde]

Game Shakers / Ch. 1

from the river to the sea, palestine will be free 🇵🇸 READ: this account stands with palestine, and so— i require everyone who interacts to educate themselves, and support/donate. READ THESE; 1 and 2, HELP HERE, BOYCOTT. silence is complicity, do not scroll past this.

Pairing: Eminem x Black!Fem!OC [King]

Warning(s): Cursing, drug abuse, racial discrimination, sexual assault

Summary: 2000s seemed to be quite the highlight between the fashion and the rise of pop culture. Seemingly the new faces of shock value, rapper Marshall Mathers and rockstar King Woods seem to find a common ground amongst the unnecessary bullshit.

chapter o1 | chapter o2 |

2019 - Interview

"I understand that you're not the type to talk about your personal life, especially your relationship. If you could, how would you describe meeting your wife and her band?"

Marshall bites his lip in thought for a moment. He nods, agreeing with the idea, "meeting her? It was funny as hell. What I thought about her and the girls? They're hardcore, even to this day."

1999 - Vans Warped Tour

Fame was a peculiar bitch and for some odd reason, she continued to bless King and the girls. One of the greatest gifts they received was the privilege to be a part of the infamous pop-punk music festival, Vans Warped Tour. 

Following a lineup of bands who were as new as them while others were considered veterans in the industry. Not to forget, there were even a couple of non-alternative artists joining the fun. 

Playing the main stage, their hit song 'Down with the Sickness' received great reception as the crowd beautifully replicated King's belches. If there was one thing that made the girls wanna break face on stage was the obvious diversity in the crowd that screamed for them.

The amount of women, especially ones who resembled King and Tink. It was clear that the band's presence in the genre was creating a positive change that only a handful of minority artists tried to achieve. Reaching the end of their stage, they played 'You Spin Me Round'.

As usual the girls explored outside of their marked spots, interacting with the fans. King would let the crowd scream the lyrics into the mic with a smile, Harley erratically swung her head until she was dizzy, Maliyah was strumming from the top of the stereos while security watched with intensity, Iris was spraying the crowd and crew with water, and Tink was crowd surfing with the confetti filled balls. 

Unbeknownst to them, a nearly petrified Marshall watched from the side of the stage where he was guided to wait for his moment to walk on stage. Beside him stood Deshaun, who couldn't hold back his laugh. 

"Well shit, Doody," the taller man smiles. "How the hell are we gonna beat that? I ain't never seen some shit like that before."

Marshall shakes his head, "I feel sick." He tries to run off only to be stopped by his best friend. Deshaun shakes his head, "no, the fuck you're not. Come on, man, we've been waiting for this. You ain't that kid who'd choke up anymore, you're the shit, Doody."

Their eyes catch sight of the sweat drenched woman come off stage, however, King was sporting an open wound on her eyebrow as dots of blood decorate her eye. Despite the obvious mix of worry and confusion on her members' faces, the leader walked with a grin.

As they went to walk past Marshall and Deshaun, the blond couldn't help his curiosity. "Aye," he calls out, "are you okay?" 

The girls turn to look at him, just now realizing he was there. King nods, "yeah. If anything, this just a regular day for us." 

"You bleed on a regular?" Marshall raises an eyebrow. King laughs, "not so much that. I'm really clumsy and the hardcore scene doesn't make it any better."

Deshaun joins in, "we just saw. That was one hell of a show y'all put on, never seen some shit like that." Maliyah cheeses, "just you wait, getting caught up with the crowd is a lot easier than it seems."

Iris leans over King's shoulder, "are y'all new here? I don't think I've seen your faces before." Her Canadian accent was clear and thicker than a Snickers.

"Yeah, I'm Eminem, but you can call me Marshall and this is my hype man, Proof. We're rappers," the bleach blond introduces, gnawing on a piece of gum.

Tink raises an eyebrow, "oh so y'all some new, new faces." Marshall shrugs, "somethin' like that." Deshaun waves him off, "don't mind him, y'all. He gets a little on the fence when speaking about rapping, white boy and all."

"Why? You don't gotta act all like that," King shakes her head. "If there's anyone who really understands, it's us. Despite the bullshit you get for being white, man, go ahead and shove your foot up their asses."

Before Marshall could respond, a small smile peaking across his face, a yell interrupts them. "King?! Girls?! What the fucking Hell?" 

They all turn around to see a tall, bodybuilder like man runs over the group. At first, Marshall tenses, impulsively judging him to be King's boyfriend. 

Harley pulls a 'whoopsie' expression, "let's go to the principal office, kids." King laughs, explaining to the boys, "that's Theo, he's our manager/big brother. He's only 34, but we've caused all his hair to fall out in a matter of three months."

Marshall snorts, quickly looking away. In the meantime, the group of five walk over to the stressed out Theo in hopes of deescalating his heartbeat. Deshaun pulls Marshall to the stage after a technician gestures for them. 

"Let's go, Doody," he smirks. "We can find the hottie with the tats later." 

2019 - Interview

"Wait, cause I remember that day, too," King laughs. "The first time I met The Eminem, I nearly scared the shit out of him."

The interviewer laughs, clapping his hands. "So, the late 90s-early 2000s was the peak era for both of your careers. How did you guys socialize being a part of two different genres, different entourages?"

King rubs the palm of her hands, "well... that's a good question cause we've both had a lot going on at the time. For the remaining of the Warped Tour, we hung out, but afterwards, we relied on calling each other."

"Wasn't he also with Kim at this point, as well? How did you take the idea of him being taken?" 

"Yes, they were together. I believe, that was the first time that they got married," King nods. "However, at the time, I never really cared or saw him in a romantic or sexual way."

"Really? Why?"

She shrugs, "it's simple, really. As the girls and I were starting our career in a vulnerable spot, we were more focused on trying to appease the public and our fans than we were trying to build a social life in the industry."

"Like, Iris and Tink had their sweethearts riding hard for them whereas Maliyah was stressing over the well-being of her family, and Harley and I were just focused on being the best we could be."

"And by 'vulnerable spot' in your career, what do you mean by that?"

King raises her hand, showing off the tatted backside, "Tink and I are black, Maliyah's Mexican with indigenous roots, Harley is mixed with Vietnamese and it shows in her features, and Iris is a woman pursuing a career in alternative metal."

She continues, "despite how open the alternative culture is supposed to be, it is very white male dominated and we were taking a risk at pursuing our dreams. Hell, our record label was taking a huge fucking risk with us."

1999 - MTV VMAs

It just seemed as if gifts just keep giving this year. The girls were nominated for a few awards and given an opportunity to perform on the VMA stage. 

Working with an amazing, family-like team, the girls had faith in being styled as a group without looking uncoordinated. King was dressed in a black, lace corset that stopped at her midriff paired with skinny, ripped black jeans, black leather fur-lined trench coat and matching buckled platform boots.

Maliyah was in a long, tight dramatic mermaid dress with a trail that was lined with black fur. The right side consisted of a slit that showed off her thick, platform heels designed with lunar and solar gold markings. Tink was in a one shoulder laced corset with black skinny jeans and heeled boots.

Harley dawned a simple black tank with a leather fur-lined trench that dusted the back of her knees paired with black denim bellbottoms and pointed heeled boots. Iris wore a black lace bodice silk gown that ended at her knees paired with furry sandal heels.

Posing for the paparazzi, they each posed accordingly. King and Harley simply stared down the lens while Iris and Tink grinned like the perfect celebrities and Maliyah showed off a smirk. Moving on, a journalist calls the girls over in hopes for an interview.

"Hello, girls," the woman smiles over her mic. "You all look so beautiful, today. What's the inspiration and who's responsible?" 

Maliyah answers, "we simply just went off of who we are and what fits. Now, who's responsible will have to be our amazing team known as Hoodwinkle. They just really know how to balance alternative looks with street looks."

"Well, you ladies look amazing," the reporter nods. "So, I just wanted you a couple of questions, if you don't mind. First one, how are you feeling tonight since you're nominated in four categories?"

Harley shrugs, "we wanna feel confident, but in reality, we're practically shitting our pants." The others nod, laughing. Iris adds, "I can't lie, I don't think any of us prepared a speech just in case."

King waves her off, "at least it'll be authentic if we win." The reporter laughs, nodding, "true. Next one, are there any artists that you've been waiting to see?"

Tink claps her hands, "Ms. Lauryn Hill." The girls nod in agreement. King adds on, "Smash Mouth. Our boys, Blink-182. Who else?" Iris chimes in, "and TLC."

Harley snaps her fingers, accidentally snagging King's nose ring. "Oh, my bad," she laughs at the playful side-eye. "Isn't there a newbie performing tonight? His name sounds like some damn skittles or some."

"Eminem?" The reporter asks. The drummer nods, "yeah. We met the kid a couple months back during Warped Tour, he's cool as hell." 

King and the others nod in excitement. "Oh, yeah," the leader laughs. "Add his tiny ass to the list, that's our boy." The reporter laughs, hoping to receive a story from the new information.

"So, you guys said that you met the rapper just recently, right?" She rhetorically asks. "What's he like? Is he as vulgar as his lyrics? How does he treat you since you're women?"

Immediately, the energy shifts as the girls take noticeable step from the journalist and her camera guy. Harley, Iris, and Tink shake their heads walking off whereas Maliyah tries to drag an agitated King with them. 

"First off, he's a cool ass guy who just wants to make music. Everyone is entitled to their own creative space, that's why things like songwriting and comic books aren't taught in school. They're considered creative works," King retorts. 

"And he's a gentleman who doesn't take bullshit, so piss off." She finally states, moving along with Maliyah. The reporter shrinks back in shock, not expecting a woman to come to his defense publicly. 

#Eminem x reader #Eminem fanfic #marshall mathers x reader #marshall mathers imagine #Eminem imagine #marshall mathers #eminem

[thatgenderfluidmonstrosity]

Hurting Is Changing

Little headcanon beforehand that doesn’t have much to do with the fic, but I love it anyway: that Wanderer can wake up with different programming sometimes

Like, maybe he will glitch or experience a nightmare and wake up feeling different.

I think the different versions of him would be the different stages in his life; Proper Puppet (Ei’s Prototype Puppet), Clueless Puppet (Friends with Niwa/Tatarasuna), On The Brink (Friends with Sick Child), Murderer Complex (During Fatui) and Healing (Post-Story Quest)

Now onto the actual fic!

It was a fine morning in the Sanctuary of Surasthana. The birds were singing, the sun was bright, the air flowed softly… Yet something wasn't right.

Nahida found it odd that Wanderer had not yet gotten up from his ‘sleep’. He couldn't really sleep, but she said that to help him feel more human. It was more so… recharging.

He usually woke up before she went for her morning walk, something she did to talk to her people and just feel free. She loved the feeling of the ground under her feet, and the wind on her face. She loved seeing her people, and most of them felt the same. Wanderer never joined her on these walks. He didn’t like the mortal world much, even after his ‘reform’. He hated being reminded of everything in his past. Being amongst the mortals did just that.

“Wanderer?” Nahida knocked on his door.

She had refurnished the Sanctuary so that they could both have places to sleep, and even got a kitchen added for eating. Otherwise, she got her entertainment from going outside and Wanderer… well, she didn't really know what he did when she wasn't there.

She heard no response from him, but didn’t want to just barge it. Wouldn’t that be rude? But what if he was in trouble or hurt?

I could peer into his head… see if he's dreaming… She thought.

She didn’t even have a moment to think before she heard a yell from his room.

“Wanderer!” She exclaimed, barging into the room, where she saw him… crying?

He was sitting up in his bed. He looked scared- no, terrified. His eyes were wide, and his body was still. He was filled with fear.

“Wanderer? Are you okay?” She asked, stepping closer with caution.

His eyes didn’t move, but his mouth did.

She hadn’t noticed it, but he seemed to be speaking. It was just murmurs at first, but as she got closer, she could hear it more clearly, along with the fear that shook his words.

“I- I didn’t mean to- I didn’t- I'm not like that anymore- I don't wanna hurt anyone anymore-” He muttered with fear, his words coming a mile a minute.

“Oh no-” Nahida gasped, rushing over to him.

She reach for his arm but he pulled away, pressed his back against the wall and pulled his arm up to brace himself.

“D-don't-! Don't come any closer-” He shouted, “I'm a monster! I- I am a- mistake- a defect- that's all I am-”

His voice trembled.

This truly worried the Archon as she stepped back to allow him room. He had been doing so well- the traveler was helping him recover and stay on the path of good, and even brought him joy. So what happened? What had caused this?

He must’ve had a nightmare… She thought.

“-thats all I will ever be!” He said it as if he was trying to convince himself rather than tell someone else.

“Wanderer, its okay! You're okay! You're with me, Nahida, remember?” She tried to soothe him.

He seemed to calm down with the mention of her name.

“N-nahida?” He asked, his arm lowering slightly.

“Nahida…” He said again, his eyes taking in every detail of her face.

“I… I killed you too…” He whispered.

It took the Archon a moment to register what he had said.

“You… what?” She asked, taking the moment to step a bit closer.

“You- You were dead- E-everyone was dead- Traveler- all of them-” He started spiraling once more.

“I didn’t want to- I didn’t- I didn’t want to hurt anyone-” He grabbed his head, his fingers digging into his head.

“Hey! Its okay, its okay… Look at me.” Nahida said, climbing onto the bed and taking his hands to hold them.

“I am alive, Wanderer, and nothing bad has happened. I'm okay, and you’re okay…” She told him, looking into his eyes.

His breathing steadied slowly, but soon enough he was able to think clearly.

Nahida helped him out of his room, and into the kitchen area. It wasn’t used much but was good for a snack every once and a while. Like sleep, Wanderer didn’t really need to eat either, but he could anyway. This usually led him to eating whatever-whenever, since it didn’t matter to him.

As he sat at their small but comfortable table, he didn’t really do much. His breathing was shallow, but he wasn't shaking much anymore. Nahida wished that she could read his mind, but knew he would know if she tried.

“How… how did I even dream?” He asked Nahida, who was now preparing some coffee for him.

“I think… maybe it is representative of your growth from a puppet to a human!” Nahida smiled.

“You never told me that the transition would be so… painful… Then again, I suppose I deserve this…”

Nahida looked softly to the boy, who seemed to just be staring off into nothingness. His eyes looked… dead.

“You’re on a long path, Wanderer. But you’re doing wonderfully in your rehabilitation.” She said, giving him the cup of coffee.

“I'm very proud of you.” She smiled, his eyes meeting hers.

“Uh… thanks…” He said, taking the cup and looking away.

She saw his lips curl into a slight smile as he took a sip of the warm liquid.

“You’re quite welcome.”

They sat in silence for a bit till Wanderer put his cup down.

“I know its time for your morning walk. You can go, I’ll be fine.” He muttered.

“Actually, I think I wanna stay in today…” Nahida said, to which Wanderer gave her a suspicious look.

“Okay… Well I don’t really do much when you’re gone…” Wanderer said, taking another sip of his drink.

“Then we can do something together! How do you feel about puzzles?” She smiled excitedly.

Wanderer looked down at the Archon, but not in disgust or hatred… but with wonder.

“I… suppose that would be alright…” He said, standing to wash his now empty coffee cup.

“Great!” Nahida giggled, getting up to go find a puzzle.

Wanderer sighed as she did, standing over the sink. He felt… weird. Warm. But not like fire-warmth. It was different. He fixed himself, standing up straight.

As he heard her leave, his brain started to focus on… other things. Visions from his nightmare. Blood was… everywhere. The more he focused on it, the more the visions seemed to seep into reality.

“Stop it- stop thinking-” He told himself, “It's nothing… It doesn’t matter…” He muttered, running one hand through his hair.

Nahida’s smile disappeared as she turned the corner. She noticed the boys’ stance, his hands over his face… she knew that he likely wouldn’t tell her what was wrong. She hadn’t yet been seen by him, so she wanted to try her luck on reading his mind. She was curious and just wanted to help! So it was fine… right?

She decided to try her luck, reading his mind while he was distracted.

Just as she did, she heard him scoff.

“You aren’t gonna like what you hear.” He mutters, turning around.

“Ah- sorry…” She said, looking down at the puzzle box.

“Its fine… its just… for your own good.” he said, taking a seat back at the table.

“Right. Well then, lets do this puzzle! I got one of the Palace of Alcazarzaray! Built by Kaveh, an amazing architect here in Sumeru!!” She gushed, putting the puzzle on the table and sitting in her chair.

Wanderer watched as she got all of the pieces out and they started to put it all together. He actually found it… a bit calming… The images in his head started to dissipate. He felt better…

Nahida took in his non-brooding expression. She loved that she could help him, and was sure that in no time at all, they would get past the obstacles and he would be healthy and happy.

It’d be a long time till then, she was sure, but she was happy to be able to help. Maybe she could even introduce him to other people at some point, not just the Traveler…

“You’re staring…” Wanderer said, not looking up.

His voice wasn’t mean or annoyed. He was just… fine.

“Right-” She giggled, looking back down.

Wanderer didn’t know what she found funny, but just hearing her laugh… once more, his chest felt warm.

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[kairiscorner]

Tangina I'm imagining a scenario where u take Noir to a Zild or any rock concert in general and he just gets dragged in a mosh pit 💀

oh no 😭now i've never been to a concert, much less have been to a mosh pit, but i kinda thought of how this might play out :') (please remember these are just hcs btw guys !!)

when you found out peter have never attended a concert or any big musical event in his life, you decided to give him the show of a lifetime and take him to your favorite artist's concert that you were planning to see for yourself for the longest time.

he was confused at first as to why you'd wanna watch a concert over just watching the live stream or a video recording of it at the comfort of your home where it was safe, but you explained to him that the feeling of having been there, the memories being made with fellow fans like you who appreciated the music, and the thought of having been there at the very venue where the concert would be held--making history as your favorite artist tops records and breaks more limits--it feels exhilarating.

peter would find himself still feeling a little confused as to why a concert seemed more preferable to you when his main concern was the crowds and how rowdy they seemed, but apart from that, he would love to go with you if it meant you'd be happy.

you told him he was super tall already, towering over you and having the ability to just pick you up off the ground at any given time and just carry you to wherever, so finding him wouldn't be the issue. however, it soon proved that no matter how tall he'd be, in all the excitement and rowdiness, peter had lost sight of you within the crowds.

"love?" he'd call for you as the mosh pit started to form, with people jostling against each other and cramming from here to there, dancing and shaking against each other violently as the noise from the stage and the audiences became one big mesh of noise for peter to barely even focus on. he'd be super overwhelmed, and you'd feel horrible for having left when you were told the mosh pits were forming, but you wouldn't leave without him.

you tread through the people in the mosh pits, getting bumped from here and there, getting sandwiched in between some people aggressively dancing, and sometimes getting pushed out of the wave and having to come back in. it was very exhausting, but soon, you caught sight of your beloved's dark clothing and called out to him.

"peter!" you exclaimed as you tried reaching him, but got bumped by other moshers in the pit, losing sight of him and was at a risk for being stampeded. "love!" peter called back as he heard you. he turned around to look for you, and he watched in horror as your hand descended down further into the mass of bodies in the wave of this mosh pit.

peter had enough at this point and shoved his way out of the mosh pit, hoping you wouldn't be hurt. he did elbow and push a few people out of the way, but he didn't care anymore--your safety was a priority here.

he spotted you, laying down on the ground, but fortunately, you were more than less okay. peter carried you in a bridal style fashion and told you with a chuckle, "this was fun and all, but i'd rather dance to frank sinatra or louis armstrong with you at home, love." he said as he felt you hold on to him. you smiled at that notion, but your smile slowly faded away as you thought back on what just happened. "i'm sorry for leaving you there..." you murmur as peter puts his hat on you as he runs off, shoving people out of the way as they nearly bumped into him and you.

"love, don't be sorry. you gave me the thrill and scare of a lifetime! be sorry for the scare, but the thrill... i know you meant well. you didn't know this'd happen, not like that. i'm glad we came, really, and i'm just glad you're okay." he said as he got you two out of the mosh pit and looked at you in the eyes.

"well... can you, um... keep holding me like this? until we get to the car?" you asked him as he chuckled. "why, if you'll save me a dance at home after dinner, then... i don't see why not." he said as you blushed and kissed his cheek.

you'd rather take dancing to old-timey classics over bumping into people while you danced, at least it'd be with your loving peter in the sweet, serene ambience of your comfortable home, with you in his arms and his hands on your waist.

a/n: BRIDAL STYLE....... <333 man i wanna go to a concert at least once, but i don't wanna experience being in a mosh pit i'm sorry TT

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @k4tsu3 @luvstarrstruck @connors-cumslurper @maxoloqy

#spider noir #spider noir x reader #spider noir x you #spider noir x y/n #spiderman noir #itsv #itsv x reader #itsv x you #itsv x y/n #astv #atsv x reader #atsv x you #atsv x y/n #itsv imagines #atsv imagines

[three-mice]

I don't usually plan out my knitting projects in advance. I like to just jump in, with only a vague vision in mind, and see where it goes. I miss working towards a clear goal though, so today I went and got myself some new yarn to make a cardigan/beach cover kinda thing!

I even made some swatches and tried out some patterns to see how they'd look with this yarn, and I'm just about ready to cast on. There's still a lot to be found out about this project, like how long it's gonna be, what I'll do in terms of sleeves etc. but that's part of the fun for me. This is already more prep than I do for most projects.

The yarn is an acrylic/wool blend, which is a first for me, and I'm a little bit afraid that it'll be too warm for summer, but we'll see. The pattern I chose (3rd pic) is also pretty lacey, so maybe that'll help. I'm always looking for an excuse to use a lace pattern, it's probably my favorite kind of knitting to do. Starting off with a new lace pattern is always a bit tricky, but I love reaching that stage where it really clicks and I barely have to check the pattern anymore. Understanding how they work to produce such intricate and beautiful shapes is one of my favorite things about this hobby, and I always get excited when I get to try out a new one.

I really do wanna work on this project and finish it in a reasonable amount of time, and I'll be sure to post updates about how it's going c:

#op #knitting #knitters of tumblr #knitblr #lace knitting

[spiderrrling]

Growing pains - Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary - you get a new pair of boots, and they really hurt, luckily Eddie knows just how to fix it

A/n - no this is not based on the fact that my feet are currently sore and in so much pain, i needed some fluff ok? - 750 words

"Sweetheart? What's wrong?" He knew, of course he knew, you didn't do a very good job of hiding your agony.

"Nothing-" you managed to get out through gritted teeth with labored breaths, each step you took the ache in your feet got increasingly worse. "I'm fine-"

"Baby you're practically limping," it sounded as if there was genuine concern in his voice, but you couldn't be certain of it just yet.

Your relationship was still new, still exciting. In the stages where Eddie was all you were, what you lived and breathed. And also the person who you wanted to impress.

Which is why you had put on the stupid boots in a desperate attempt to look cool, wanting to impress him. The black leather boots was definitely something he would wear, and right now you were really hating your choice of footwear.

"Ok I cannot stand to see you in pain anymore," before you had realized what he had said Eddie's arms were around your waist and suddenly you were upside down hanging from his shoulder.

A yelp sounded from your mouth as you tried to stabilize yourself, his arms still fast around your waist holding you tightly against him, worried about dropping you.

Deep down you couldn't help but feel the slightest amount of relief from being off your feet, the ache still very much there but the sharp searing pain that shot up your legs subsided significantly.

"That better?" Eddie tried to turn to look at you, simply ending with the both of you spinning in circles around where he stood, making you both laugh uncontrollably.

The kind of laughter which bubbled up in your chest and refused to subside, that with every passing moment for stronger. The kind of smile which would still rest on your face as you wait for sleep to wash over you.

"So?" you realized you had never actually answered him

"Yeah- yeah it's better," the admission was given begrudgingly, but nothing could deny how you felt at this point. "But uhm Eds could you set me down?"

"Yeah of course," he carefully set you down, but his hands never left your waist for more than a moment, trying to keep you steady on your feet.

Slowly tearing yourself out of his grasp you sat down on the cold ground beneath you, gravel crunching and digging into your palm as you steadied yourself.

Eddie quickly followed your actions, crouching down next to you so he could be eye level with you.

"Wanna tell me what's going on?" The smile on his face told you he already knew, or least thought he did.

"My shoes, they're new and not worn in-" you grumbled to yourself as you painstakingly started undoing your laces. "And they hurt-"

"Why didn't you tell me?" Eddie didn't look at you, he was too busy brushing away your fingers so he could help you with your laces.

"I don't know..." One look from him is all it took for your face to drop, simply one glance from those soft brown eyes and you were putty in his hands, "I wanted to look cool... wanted to impress you..."

"Impress me?" You nodded slowly in his response, your eyes holding onto his for as long as they could. "What for?"

"I don't know you're just so... different? I just don't want you to think I'm boring." You pulled off your boots with a wince and a small yelp pf pain. But the person who seemed to be in the most pain was your dearest boyfriend, who probably felt everything you felt and more.

"Baby I could never think you're boring and I never want you to put yourself in pain for me," he leaned in closer as he spoke, his nose softly brushing against your cheek and you eased into his touch as if it was the most natural thing in the world, because right then and there it was. "Next time we go on a walk, you're wearing sneakers and you tell me when you're in pain, deal?"

"Deal," you quickly agreed and reached out your hand as a means of sealing the deal which he gladly accepted.

"But for now, would you want a ride?" you nodded slowly, and Eddie's swiftly lifted you to your feet before helping you onto his back. His arms sneaking under your knees and your arms looped around his neck to steady yourself.

"Hey you know, the whole agony and bleeding? That's kind of metal sweetheart,"

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x read #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfics

[wooyoungmybelovedhusband]

[9:20] | Jung Wooyoung

Pairing : Jung Wooyoung x F!reader (Idol AU)

Warnings : Angst, soft smut, oral (fem receiving), depressed reader, idolbf! Woo, mentions of self harm, talks about depression, self harms scars, mentions of suicidal thoughts. (I've been feeling a little too low recently, it's especially due to the built up stress.) MINORS DNI.

"The me that would fall down all the time

But stand and reach my hand to see

"Have you tried crossing over yet?"

I wanna die, wanna die

But don't really wanna die

You were there, you would care,

Making me aware."

A tear rolled down your cheek, as you stood in your gown in front of millions of people, singing the masterpiece you had prepared for your boyfriend. This was your last song for the concert and it was the first time you were singing. You still had your angelic smile on your face, your voice bringing many of them to tears.

The song reminded you of your past, your past self which was completely broken. The stage slowly sank after the song finished as you bowed one last time to your fans and said thank you. You quickly ran to the back stage, not able to control your tears anymore.

All the while, Wooyoung felt completely numb. His heart aches at your broken voice, silently calling him for help. He couldn't wait to shower you with love and affection. He felt a knot forming in his throat as he tried controlling his tears. How could an angel like you suffer so much?

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As you set foot inside the house, Wooyoung engulfed you in a tight. His warm breath hit your neck, as he slowly got you to the couch. The safety you felt in his arms, made you burst into tears. His hand slowly caressed your back as you let out your emotions.

He pulled away and cupped your face in his hands, "You can't leave me. Do you get that?" You slowly nodded as your sobs came to a stop. Wooyoung leaned in to kiss you and you kissed him back very softly. His hands slowly crept up on your sleeve, as he traced the outline of your scars. The scars that showed you how strong you were to overcome everything.

You always found them very ugly and hated yourself for all the stupid decisions you had taken in your past, your past trauma had left a big impact on you. But Wooyoung found your scars to be a sign that you had gone through a lot and that you had overcome it alone. He always prepped small kisses on your scars as praised. And today it would be the same.

"I just love you, I will love you forever and always, you're the best person in my life. You're perfect, do you get that?" "Yes." Wooyoung pulled you on to his lap, as he slowly removed your shirt, and attached his lips on to the biggest scar on your body. Which was right under your left boob. His hands found their way to your boobs, slowly moulding it making slow pleasure build up inside which pulled out a moan out of you.

"So fucking perfect princess. I love everything about you, those soft moans of yours and these sexy scars make you look like an angel from heaven which I am tainting." Wooyoung praised as his hands slowly travelled to your skirt. His fingers hooked on to the edge of your skirt for a minute before he pulled it off of you. Leaving you almost naked in front of him.

His hands caressed the flesh of your thighs, as his lips now trailed kisses down to your abdomen. He left open mouthed kisses in your stomach, as his hands raked higher travelling to your inner thighs. His finders found the edge of your panties, as his lips didn't stop kissing every part of you.

He slowly pulled your panties off of you, the cold air hitting your drenched pussy made you let out a soft moan. Wooyoung was hard as fuck, but he didn't care as the only thought in his head was to pleasure and make you feel ecstasy. "Lay back down, princess."

You did as he said, as you laid your head on the arm of the couch, Wooyoung slowly parted your legs as his fingers attached themselves to your clit. You let soft moans, "So wet and pretty for me. I love this pussy so much. It's all mine. Always so wet for me."

Wooyoung leaned down to your level as his tongue slowly licked up your clit. He plunged one of his fingers inside you, as he slowly thrust it in and out. He pulled his slick coated finger out of you and licked it clean. "The most perfect taste in the world. Too bad for everyone, only I get to eat this delicious pussy out."

Wooyoung attached his lips to your clit as he sucked on it hardly. He plunged his tongue deep inside you, as his lips sucked on your clit. He slowly inserted two of his fingers into you, as he didn't stop his tongue. His fingers moved a little fast, trying to get you to an orgasm soon.

You let out loud moans as he didn't stop when you warned him about your nearing orgasm. He placed your thighs above his shoulder as his tongue travelled deep inside you. And with that, you were coming in his tongue. Wooyoung slowly down his fingers as he licked you clean.

Wooyoung finally lifted his head as he looked at you, you looked like you had the orgasm of your life as your head was still clouded from the orgasm you just had. Wooyoung slowly picked you up as he took you to the bathroom. He made you a bubble bath and once you both were finally settled in the bath tub. He gave you a kiss on your forehead, "You did so well today Princess. I love you so much." You were in your conscious mind when you gave him a contented happy smile as you laid your head on his chest.

And that's why you always said, Wooyoung was your safe place you showed you what happiness truly meant. And Wooyoung mentally promised you to never make you look back at the dark place which you came out of with all the hard work.

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It felt very good to write this one.

-Jeong Aera

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ENA (Season 1) Quote Starters

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Auction Day

"Can't you hurry? We need to go find a spot!" "Today's item must be super special! What do you think it is? "I'm too stupid to even imagine anything..." "All your existential troubles will go away soon, okay?" "That dog looks like he has something to say, if you get what I'm saying!" "No no no, that was very weird, what is wrong with you?" "Was that a rain-rock I just felt?" "Oh shoot! They are going to cancel the auction!" "Darn, life is so unfair." "Rude! You should ask before doing that, you know?!" "I'm sorry...my stuppiness never ends..."

Extinction Party

"Salutations, Sir! May I please enter?" "I have some urgent information to communicate to my pal, [Character Name]" "Present a blood-sample at once!" "What now? Are you going to shoot me or something?" "Please speak to me through the body language of the gods." "You must be on a real special quest here today" "Could you direct me to the correct way to reach [Character Name]?" "Can't you simpletons lend me some privacy?" "Perhaps you shouldn't with an untrained mind like yours. You could die" "It looks like the fisherman became the fished, am I right?!" "Can you say ANYTHING that makes sense?!" "Everything here is so weird." "Are you drunk again?!" "I don't see anything here, you are making a fool out of me..."

Temptation Stairway

"Hey, [Muse Name]! Check out this neat trick!" "Look, there are already some people here" "I wanna go home..." "I don't like this party..." "I'm allergic to people!" "I keep hearing voices inside my head...they tell me to eat my veggies!" "I just had the bestest idea: We'll make a bet!" "Whoever reaches the top of [Location Name] and makes their wish first, has to pay the debts of the loser." "Pay your debts? That sounds awful..." "No way! The [Character Name] is here!" "The bet's on, now let's get 'em!" "I can't go on, I won't achieve anything!!!" "What conspiracies are we cooking on the menu today?" "Would you like to buy treats to remember this beautiful event?" "I'm horrendously sorry, but I've been assigned to a sacred mission and I ought to make haste." "I believe I'm in dire need of your services to learn my current whereabouts." "Well, how much longer until the next celebration?" "Go away, our [Character Name] is no longer giving out horoscopes!" "Why are you looking at the banana like that?" "Identify yourself you disgusting banana worshipper!" "You are all living a lie!!!" "Why is everyone punching me so softly today?!" "Quit the hitting and finish the job!" "It looks like I'm the best and you're the worst!" "...Where are we, anyways?" "Dearest chum, could I inquire how your physical form was able to reach this place in such a short duration of time?" "Would you kindly reveal the wish you made to me?"

Power of Potluck

"Could you be so generous as to sing me towards the fun?" "Aren't you entertained enough?" "Golly, you sound positively starved of fun!" "I...don't recognize this strain of joy." "Say, why all the tears? Aren't you supposed to be cheering?" "It seems I've lost my way to the next act, I'd rather not miss it." "You're up on stage, lady!" "Take your role and play out joy to all audiences!" "How could a chore like this jollify someone anywho?!" "What's the flavor of today's voyage?" "I sense that there might be a touch of exaggeration in your joy." "You have been coming here persistently-over and over." "You need not return here anymore." "You were supposed to ring-rong the bell and run. Not enter the WRONG damn place!" "For the last time...It's called ring-rong run!!! Have you even played this before?!" "How fun was it inside anyways?

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Ch. 5 - Mad at You

I don't wanna keep being mad at you, but you keep doing the same shit.

Charlie's hair was still wet and she still wore her bathrobe and slippers, more focused on the music playing from the laptop than she was to the efficiency of her morning routine. She saw her brother's reflection behind her and stopped her body from swaying when he pushed her door open without knocking.

Harvey leaned against the door frame, smirking when his gaze met Charlie's in the mirror. He couldn't stop himself when he saw her swaying to some song he'd never heard before, some top-100's garbage he hoped he would never have to hear again. Sometimes Charlie was so uncharacteristically a stereotypical teenage girl that it almost always caught him off guard. But Harvey liked it, believing Charlie deserved a chance at a stereotypical childhood, even if her musical tastes suffered for it.

"We need you on stage in two minutes, Ginger," Harvey offered, earning a scowl in the mirror as Charlie reached over to turn the music down a touch. Harvey had a pop-culture reference stashed away for every occasion and an incessant need to make sure Charlie had an appreciation for said references.

"You know, Harvey…" Charlie started as she leaned forward, focused intently on applying a little mascara, "Jealousy is a terrible, terrible thing. There's no need to tease me just because you can't dance."

"Oh, I know how to dance just fine, sweetheart." If they were in a better space, he might've shown her. Might've danced like an idiot and made her laugh, but not today. Not this morning. Not with other things taking precedence. Harvey glanced at his watch. "And now you've got three minutes."

She continued looking at herself in the mirror. "I'm not ready yet."

"I don't care."

Charlie finally turned to look at him and Harvey wasn't sure whether to laugh or fear for his life. Maybe both. A few more years of practice and that death glare would be rooting people to the spot, but seeing as Harvey had been getting it for a few years now, he was nearly immune.

"I'm not even dressed," she said, waving to the robe as if Harvey couldn't plainly see she was behind schedule. "I need five more minutes."

"Well, I need a sister that isn't a consistent pain in my ass, but I don't see that happening," Harvey snapped, glancing at the watch again. "Two minutes."

He'd offered the updated time count to spur her into movement, to get her moving, but she just stared at him, her arms snapping up over her chest. "I'm sorry having me for a sister is such a goddamn inconvenience for you."

Harvey pushed off the door frame, taking two quick steps into the room. "You want to try that one again?"

Charlie's arms dropped as she stepped back, bumping into the edge of her bed.

"You started it," she mumbled, not even sure anymore who had actually started it. Both of them, probably.

Harvey snorted. "Drop the angst and get your ass moving." He walked back through the door, leaving it open as he went. "One minute."

"Screw you, Harvey." Charlie mumbled the words mostly to herself and though Harvey had heard them, he let it go, walking back to the living room to finish checking emails.

Charlie stomped over to her door, shutting it harder than necessary, before heading moving to her closet to pull out her clothes. She was annoyed and would have liked to stay in her room, but she knew it wasn't in her best interest to make him wait, so she rushed through getting dressed, grateful for once to have a uniform she didn't have to put much thought into if she didn't feel like it.

A few minutes later, Charlie slumped down onto the couch. Harvey sat in the chair adjacent, focused on his laptop screen. He didn't even acknowledge her. She'd been expecting some sarcastic comment about her taking more than a minute. Or that he'd just start right in on the lecture, but he stayed quiet, stayed focused on his work.

Charlie shifted in her seat and let out a loud exhale.

"Ray will be here soon."

Harvey glanced up and gave her a pointed look. He'd already decided that she could wait. He was more concerned with his work emails than with his sister's sudden concern about the time.

But Charlie had better uses for her time than sitting around waiting for Harvey to decide it was time for her lecture. She could blow dry her hair before they left, for one thing. She abided by his silence for another minute or so before shifting again.

"Can you just tell me how long I'm grounded for so we can get going?"

Charlie hated the waiting. She knew she already knew she was in trouble. She knew she was grounded. And she could probably summarize Harvey's lecture without even hearing him deliver it. Whatever he had to say, Charlie just wanted to get it over with and move along.

Harvey pulled his eyes away from an email from Jessica to look at his sister. He exhaled, not thrilled that this was how Charlie was going to start off the conversation and also not thrilled about the mess awaiting him at the office. Part of him was annoyed at her. She wasn't handling any of this in the best way, setting challenges for him at every interaction, continuing to push him even now.

Christ, the only thing that seemed to work these days was snapping at her—yelling at her and making threats—and Harvey didn't want to be that way with her. He did enough of that shit at the office.

Harvey had always been good with his sister. Where things with Marcus frequently felt like a battle, Charlie had always been simply. When she was little, Harvey had always swooped in to save the day, easily shifting her tantrums to smiles, and her mischief to apologies, but something had changed when he signed on as her guardian. From that day, Charlie became a little more defiant, a little less accepting of her brother's authority. Harvey had changed that day, too. He knew that. He was a little quicker to get fed up now. A little less impressed by the clever comments and behavior that he had once found comical when their father had been the one dealing with it every day.

"If you don't cut the shit, you'll be grounded until you've got a Ph.D."

Charlie shrugged. "What if I don't want a Ph.D.? Maybe I don't even want to go to college and none of this even matters."

Harvey set the laptop on the coffee table, her words finally grating on him enough that he put the work aside and turned towards her.

Charlie's default when confronting a situation where she was in trouble—after the initial scramble to try to absolve herself of it altogether—was apathy. Complete indifference, emotionless even though it was calculated. All of it deliberately chosen to piss her brother off. And it worked. It drove Harvey mad, reminding him of how he and Marcus had acted at the same age. Harvey knew it was just a phase, knew it was nothing more than a performance on her part—a ruse crafted for an audience of one—but that didn't stop it from getting under Harvey's skin.

The thing was, it was actually rare that Harvey was mad at her. The sarcasm, the occasional trouble at school…Harvey didn't care about that. It wasn't a problem, not when it was all about stuff he had instilled in her anyway. He wanted his sister to be assertive. He didn't want her accepting everything she was taught just because the person telling it to her had some sort of inherent authority. He didn't mind her being a smartass when she could back it up. She usually could.

But this wasn't one of those times. This was different. And Charlie knew it was different, but she was too proud to back off once she had already started down a path. She'd decided on fighting this, on insisting on innocence. She'd decided on getting her brother to accept that it wasn't a big deal. And if she wasn't able to do that, Charlie was committed to not acknowledging herself that she'd been in the wrong.

"Charlie, I don't wanna keep being mad at you, but you keep doing the same shit."

Harvey saw her open her mouth to respond. Like any younger sibling, Charlie couldn't help herself from pushing her older brother's buttons even now. She was almost methodical about it, pushing just a bit at a time to see how far she could go—fine-tuning. But she was getting close to crossing a line now. So close that Harvey could feel the twisting within him and he continued before she could get a word in.

"You have a knack for making our lives a hell of a lot harder than they need to be," he said, knowing even as he said it that she was barely listening to his words, hearing them only so she could know how to respond.

"I'm not making anything harder than it needs to be," she argued. "I'm not doing anything except sitting here like you asked."

"You want to know what you're not doing, Charlotte?" Harvey's tone shifted with the question, shifted enough that she didn't answer him.

Charlotte just sat there, her mouth running a bit dry. As had become commonplace in their relationship, Harvey was the closest target for the release of Charlie's frustrations, whether they were well-placed or not. He accepted that. Accepted that he was her safe space. There were times when he took his frustrations out on her, too. Times when his frustrations with work or life found their way into his voice, found their way into their interactions. They both knew well-enough to sort out what was about them and what wasn't.

It was no different now. When it came down to it, Harvey was Charlie's best friend. Sure, there were a few kids she considered to be friends at school, but with Charlie and Harvey, it was different. And even so, it was complicated. Because Harvey wasn't just her friend…her brother.

"You're most certainly not making my job any easier…as your brother or as an attorney."

Charlie's eyes shot to him quickly and she gulped before her gaze shifted away from his face.

"And all of this bullshit you've got going right now is not making the brother bit any easier."

Charlie blinked, deflating a bit as Harvey's words registered. She'd pester Harvey until the end of time and not feel all that sorry about it, but when it came to his work…to Pearson-Hardman, that was different. And maybe he'd said it only to make a point, to shock her a bit, but there was some truth there and they both knew it. Her relationship and treatment of the teacher was impacting Harvey's work.

"I…I didn't mean to make your job any harder." The words were genuine, not even the slightest bit of bite in them as they flowed quietly from her mouth.

Harvey felt his shoulders relax a smidgen. "I know, kid."

And he did know. He knew his sister. He knew she wasn't doing all of this on purpose. Well, some of it she was, but he knew she hadn't meant for the case to get messed up.

"I know you didn't mean it, but you can't keep doing this."

Charlie hadn't intended on fighting him. Part of her didn't want to fight anymore, not until Harvey's lips formed that word. But. The word that negated everything that came before it. Anger rushed in at that word, so loud and all encompassing that she barely heard what Harvey said after that.

"I can't keep doing this? What about Heskett?" Charlie asked, interrupting him, her eyes not leaving him this time, any bit of her who had been sorry—ready to be repentant, even—gone, stuffed down below the anger. "She's the one who started all of this! And you're—"

"Let's focus on you," Harvey said, grasping onto a fleeting bit of patience somewhere within him.

"Why? It was just as much her fault as mine."

"You're a kid, Charlie. She's an adult," he said, his tone final though he could already tell it landed wrong as it hit his sister's ears. And Harvey didn't believe it anyway. His sister would certainly never respond to that line of logic. Charlie had thought of herself as an adult from the age of four and the closer she got to the legal distinction, the less accepting she became of justifications exactly of the sort Harvey had just used. He couldn't exactly disagree with her. For the most part, his sister was more mature than the majority of people he interacted with. More mature than this teacher, maybe. Aside from the girl's unremitting need to be right all the time, that is. And her stubbornness.

"So she gets none of the blame and I get treated like a common criminal because I'm a kid and she's an adult?"

And her theatrics. Christ, could she be dramatic, Harvey thought to himself as she mocked his words.

"Isabelle Heskett's not my responsibility. If her father wants to give her a time out for this whole thing, that's his business."

Charlie didn't laugh, didn't even crack a smile, but she didn't say anything either so Harvey continued.

"And I know that I taught you to know better than this. And if you know better, you can do better. Just let this thing go, Charlie. I don't want the back story. I don't care what the issue is. I just want you to end it. Be the bigger person. Be the smarter person. Don't worry about her."

That landed. Harvey could see it, the words sticking as Charlie's body released something a bit, her bottom lip disappearing for a second as she considered it. "You say that like it's so easy."

"It's not," Harvey answered, quickly. He knew it wasn't easy. He knew it was harder than it was for most for her—it was for him, too—but it was how he wanted this resolved. It was how Harvey expected her to resolve it, to swallow her pride and make it work. "I know that, but you're going to have to work with people you don't like for the rest of your life. You might as well figure out how to do it well right now. I have to deal with Louis on a daily basis. I think you can manage to hold your tongue for the rest of the semester."

He'd ask Oliver to switch her then. Call it a lesson learned and move along. Get things back to normal.

"It's not the same, Harv." She pressed her head down into her hands as her elbows rested on her knees, quiet for a moment as she considered what her brother was asking, no—telling—her to do. She looked up at him suddenly. "When exactly was the last time you held your tongue?"

Harvey tried not to laugh as Charlie stared at him.

"I keep it professional. I expect you to give it a good faith effort." Harvey watched his sister for a reaction, but Charlie was trying her hardest to stay neutral now and Harvey took it as a good sign to press. To hit the point home. "Actually, Charlotte, I expect better. You're my responsibility and your actions are a reflection on me so I hold you to a higher standard than most people. You need to learn to respect people whether or not you agree with them."

Charlie's eyes rolled. Maybe she hadn't been as primed as he thought. Not yet ready to accept defeat.

"Whatever, Harvey."

"No, it's not whatever, Charlotte." Frustration crept into Harvey's tone as he looked at his sister, her arms pulled tight across her chest. He would have been happy to never hear the word 'whatever' ever again in his life. Charlie knew he hated the word. She usually made a conscious effort to use it less, though it came in handy when she was trying to push him.

"I don't want to hear about any more problems in that class, or in any of your classes, for that matter. You need to learn to control yourself. Stop being so goddamn hot-headed and impulsive."

Charlie's eyes shifted out the window, too angry with her brother to meet his eye though she could feel his gaze burning into the side of her face. She got her hot-headed impulsivity from him, but Charlie knew voicing that argument wouldn't serve her well now. Expressing that would likely take them out of the harmless button-pushing stage and settle them a level or two beyond that. Maybe they were already beyond that, but Charlie waited for the anger welling up inside of her to pass anyway.

She cleared her throat as she finally looked to him. "How long am I grounded for?"

"The rest of the month."

"Fine."

Harvey's answer had come quickly and Charlie had no intention of fighting him on it. The end of the month was a little over two weeks away. It sucked, but it was fair enough. It certainly could've been worse.

"And I want you to apologize."

Charlie met his eye, allowing the apology to tumble out, directed at him though she knew that wasn't what Harvey had meant.

"Charlie…"

"No," she answered, without looking up to him. Charlie busied herself with her bag, resettling the weight of her books rather than looking at him.

"You're not in a position to tell me 'no' right now. You either apologize on your own volition, or I'll walk you into that classroom myself."

Moments like this, Harvey reminded himself of his father. Harvey had been given the ultimatum more than once in his youth. He wondered if Charlie had been given the option before. He wondered if she ever gave their father this kind of pushback.

"I'm not apologizing to her, Harvey." She still messed with those books, like she was ignoring him, but Harvey knew she was just channeling her energy. Trying to keep her cool so she could continue to sound nonchalant. "I'm not sorry."

"Well, you better make a very convincing show of it then," he answered. "Shouldn't be too hard. You went to theater camp that one summer."

Harvey remembered it well. He had paid for the two-week-long session in the city. She had stayed with him and he had taken half-days where he could, bringing her to the office when he couldn't. Charlie had driven him close to crazy by insisting on performing for him in every spare moment he had, his speakers playing nothing but musical theater numbers for the duration.

Charlie made to stand up, pulling Harvey from his reverie. "Are we done?"

Harvey stood up to meet her. "No, Charlotte, we are not done. I'll let you know when we're done."

She groaned and slumped back into the sofa, leaning her head back against the cushions. "I get the point, ok? I'm grounded. I'm a terrible person. Whatever."

That goddamn word again. Charlie pretended not to notice as Harvey clenched and unclenched his fist.

"You were in the wrong here, kid." His words were almost gentle, on the edge of it. "I need to hear you acknowledge that."

"No, Harvey. That's just your opinion, and I don't even know how valid it can be since you didn't even hear me out. You just assumed—"

"Don't ever suggest that I haven't done my due diligence, especially when it comes to you."

Charlie closed her mouth. Harvey was always more prepared than he appeared to be and she should've known that. She should've known that they wouldn't have been able to put off this conversation without him already knowing exactly what had happened at school the day before. Either Donna filled him in or he reached out to Oliver himself, or some combination of the two.

"It was a sound argument, Charlotte," Harvey finally said.

A smirk played on Charlie's lips, but she quickly leaned into her hand to hide it.

Harvey rolled his eyes. Part of him wished that his praise wasn't so important to her, but he doubted that Charlie would ever stop trying to impress her big brother.

"You're a bright kid, Charlie, you know that. But what you did…it's just not the right way to prove a point. And if you're looking to make me proud, well, pulling a stunt like that gets you nowhere with me and I think you already know that."

Charlie kept finding other things to be interested in, things other than her brother's face. She was listening, Harvey could tell that much, but she didn't want to meet his eye.

"And if I hear of something like this happening again, you won't just be grounded for a couple of weeks." Harvey's polished dress shoes edged their way into Charlie's field of view, covering up the particular spot of the carpet where she'd been staring. His hands were in his pockets and he was watching her when she finally dragged her eyes to him.

"Did you hear what I said, Charlotte, or do I need to repeat it?"

"Yeah. Fine. I'm sorry."

Harvey loosened a breath, still considering her for a moment before slipping onto the cushion beside her, Harvey pulled Charlie close with an arm.

"Now, when you apologize to Heskett, I want you to say it just like that. Same inflection. Same pitiful look on your face. Do you want to practice on me a couple more times? I never get tired of you being contrite."

Charlie elbowed him and Harvey laughed heartily, letting her settle against his side a second later. She was tired. They hadn't even left the house yet and she was exhausted.

Harvey was tired too. Battle weary. He debated whether or not he wanted to start another argument with her now. They were both feeling content, or as close to it as manageable after something like this. Part of him knew it would be easier to just let the whole Scottie thing go, but his body was already shifting before he'd even made up his mind, sitting up straighter so she shifted from her spot against him.

"What now?" she asked, glancing at the clock. They still had a little time before Ray was due to pick them up out front.

"You want to tell me what you got so upset about earlier?"

She shrugged. "I don't need a babysitter."

"It's not a babysitter," he said, though he knew that wasn't it. Charlie liked passing the evening with Mike or Donna or Rachel, and Harvey knew that. Harvey knew that sometimes, Charlie even needed it. Needed the time with them more than she needed an evening at home with him, got something different from those people than she could get from him. "It's hanging out with Donna or Mike or Rachel. Or if you're really lucky, I think Louis might be free."

Charlie raised an eyebrow as she glanced up at him. She played along with Harvey's feud with Louis even though Charlie kind of liked the guy.

"I can manage myself."

Harvey could've presented a good bit of evidence to the contrary, but he didn't want to get into all of that again. "Maybe, but you're grounded. What kind of brother would I be if I let you go unsupervised to roam the city on a Saturday night?"

"You'd be an awesome brother," she answered, ignoring the rest of it. "The most awesome brother."

"I thought I already was the most awesome brother. Who says I'm not awesome?"

"Everyone says it."

"No one says that."

Charlie sensed that it wasn't an argument she would be winning easily and sat up straighter. "So you really don't trust me to stay home alone?"

Harvey nodded. "That's correct. We're on the same page here."

Charlie groaned, taking one of the throw pillows and hitting him gently. "Harvey! I can stay here by myself while you and Scottie go on your stupid little date."

Harvey took the offending pillow from her hand. "It's not a date. It's—"

"Booty call," Charlie answered, entirely uninterested in whatever excuse, whatever bogus label Harvey was about to give it. "Fine. Call it whatever you want to call it. I don't care so long as I don't have to see it."

"Charlie, what's the real problem here?" he asked.

But Harvey knew. It was Scottie. Charlie knew her brother dated around. She was used to it. It was rare that he stuck with a girl for more than a few dates, rare that Charlie actually met these women, but Harvey had introduced her to a few of them, the ones he wanted to bring around a bit more, but most of them were short lived. And then there was Scottie.

Charlie had known her the longest. She'd met the woman when she was still a kid, a decade ago. Back before she was even living with him. Harvey wasn't sure what it was, but Charlie didn't like her, and had never really given the woman much of a chance.

"I just don't like her," Charlie answered. "And I don't understand why you do. She's insufferable."

"Insufferable, huh? Well, if that's all it is," Harvey scoffed at her answer. They both knew it wasn't an adequate explanation, but Charlie didn't offer him anything else. She never did. "Good thing you're not the one seeing her then."

"I see her a heck of a lot more than I'd like to."

Harvey raised an eyebrow and Charlie continued.

"Like when you force us to have dinner together."

"Alright—"

"And when she sneaks out of your bedroom—"

"I said alright, Charlotte. That's enough," Harvey answered as he stood up, readying himself to leave. Ray still wasn't due for a few minutes, but he had no interest in continuing the conversation, not sure he even wanted to know what else he'd failed to keep from his sister in that regard.

This time, it was Charlie who raised an eyebrow and scoffed. She was sixteen, sure. But she wasn't stupid.

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In Memorium

"I don't think I can do this…" Dolly chokes back tears as her hands fiddle with the written speech in her lap. She's so nervous that she almost tears it.

"Hey, hey… Yer gonna do great, babe." Pickles attempts to reassure her, but nothing anyone says seems to be helping. It's just one of those things. 

You can't get around this, Twinkletits had told her. You need to go through it. She'd been repeating that affirmation in her head all morning, but how is she supposed to properly pay tribute to so many fallen?

She blames herself, of course. She was supposed to be coordinating the klokateers during that epic battle, but had gotten caught up buying time for the boys. She can still hear the screaming from her earpiece that day, loud and clear.

And Jess…

She'd made many friends along the way as she became a klokateer, but he was the one she held most dear. He was always there to patch her up or give her a kind pat on the back for a job well done.  Not being able to see him every day anymore was rough.

Charles had been kind enough to put off the memorial service until she could be a part of it. She was only just starting to get used to not laying in a hospital bed all day, so this whole event felt like too much for her. She peers around the room to get a feel for her audience. There were hardly any klokateers left to attend, and the ones that were there were very new or had been guarding Mordhaus during the battle.

Pickles can feel her tremors and nervous sweating. He watches as she reaches into her black studded clutch bag and pulls out an amber pill bottle.

"Hey, you uh sharin' that by any chance?" he whispers.

She hands him a couple bars of Xanax and gives him a stern look. She trusts him to keep it together, but the rest of them… 

"Oh! You handings out Xanxies????" Toki loudly chimes in.

"I want some, too!" Nathan wasn't nearly as loud as Toki, but Dolly had had enough. She whirled on them, hissing, "All of you shut the *RIFF* up! This is a formal event!"

"Yeah, in our church. That they built for usch. There'sch hardly anyone here! Don't be a schtingy asschole!" Murderface whines.

She realizes it's been some time since everything went down, but she didn't think it would be long enough that they'd act so negligent about it. Maybe it was just their way of coping? She'd have to ask Dr. John about that. 

"Here, just take it!" she hisses, throwing the bottle on the floor in front of their pew.

"Sahrry," Pickles bashfully says. "I shoulda just kept my mouth shut." 

"Don't worry about it," Dolly says, taking a deep breath to steady herself. "Soon I'll be flying and nothing'll matter. I'll give my little speech and go home to my bed and everything will be fine."

Charles takes the stage first, refined as ever. "Good evening, Dethklok family," he says. "I'm forlorn that we must meet under such devastating circumstances. We have gathered here to honor our fallen soldiers, the klokateers. Their sacrifice was not in vain, for we can stand here today, proud for all they have given us. Working tirelessly to meet the needs of their masters and staff alike–"

How am I supposed to follow him? This guy is like the king of public speaking… 

Dolly begins to fidget with her rings as a cold trickle of sweat runs down the middle of her back. She only glances up when Pickle's hand settles over hers. 

"Hey, yer shakin' pretty bad," he whispers. "It's okay if we gatta step out for a sec. Do ya wanna take a breather?" 

He tosses a nod at Charles, who nods in return. Charles continues on to cover for her. He's always been a great boss to her. She'd have to find a way to thank him later. Meanwhile, Pickles walks her out of the Blacklok church's sanctuary. 

Dolly had begun hyperventilating before they even made it out. She's so embarrassed. She's supposed to be Dethklok's fearless defender, for fuck's sake!

"Angel… I know this is sumthin' you really wanna do, but I hate ta see ya all worked up like this…"

"Just… gotta wait for the Xanax to kick in…" She shakily sits down on a nearby bench. 

Pickles kneels down before her, setting a hand on each shoulder as she wipes away her tears. 

"No one would think any less of ya, Dolls…"

"No! I– I need to… "

He lets out a sigh and sits next to her. He begins digging in the black tote bag he's started carrying everywhere. He pulls her dab pen from the bag, looking weary.

"I know yer supposed ta cut back on the smoking while your lungs heal up, but I think this might be a special circumstance. '' He hands her the vape, and she thankfully puffs at it a few times. Pickles always thought of everything; He's fully embraced his role as band mother. 

"There ya go," he says in that gentle tone he reserves just for her. "Yer gonna be fine. "

After about 10 minutes passes, Charles steps out of the sanctuary to check on them. 

"Dahlia," he says, "if you feel unwell, I'm more than happy to read your segment for you, but we can't delay this anymore. People are starting to become restless."

Dolly takes three deep breaths. "No," she replies. "I– I can do this." She makes her way back into the sanctuary, speech in hand, as others whisper and mumble. The aisle may as well have been a million miles long. Would this ever end?

She stands silent at the podium for a moment.  Pickles has made his way back to his seat, and he gives her a thumbs up along with Toki and Nathan, after some prodding. 

She lets out a soft sigh and sets her paper on the podium. Finally, she begins to speak. 

"My dear friends and family, I come before you with a heavy heart. Though right now that feels like an understatement. We all know life is unfair, but this incident has rattled us to our very core. The klokateers were more than just yes-men to answer our every beck and call. They were the very life blood of this company.  A lot–" She collects herself, keeping the sobbing at bay before continuing. "A lot of them I had grown so close to in my time as a klokateer and now when I see their posts empty, it feels as though my heart is being ripped from my chest. They were my family when the outside world had forsaken me. Life will never be the same now, no matter who we recruit, and no matter how much we build ourselves up going forward, but…" Her pause feels like it lasts for a century. "We will become stronger because of their sacrifice. We will overcome, for their sakes. Because that's what it comes down to when serving Dethklok. Death may always seem inevitable in this line of work, but they always put their best foot forward and kept going until they no longer could. And for that, I can't even begin to thank them enough for their service. The least we can do for them is to keep going no matter how hard life gets. For we are all gears in the wheel of the Klok, and we fear not our mortality!"

"That's my girl," Pickles whispers proudly to himself as the crowd respectfully applauds.

#kloktober2023 #mtl oc #dahlia birkett #dolly macabre #pickles the drummer #dethklok #charles offdensen #my mtl #dollym.writing

[tewz]

I think it's such a shame that no one can get mental help in Upper Michigan, USA. I had to take "getting help" into my own hands and read into psychiatry/different therapies and teach myself how to be less depressed/anxious on my own because my survival instinct kicked in and I can't just go without help. I literally had to help myself as a last resort. It was really difficult but I somehow pulled through. I'm still not able to function like a proper adult (can't work or drive), but I'm no longer s**c*dal and planning my own death like I did between the ages of 14-28. My 30's have actually been great so far. I have a lot less episodes and they are shorter and less intense. I haven't self-harmed in about 5 years or so too. Some people can't conquer such a thing though, and I am really concerned for several of my friends. You wouldn't believe the amount of people who live in my area who come to me crying about how they can't take it anymore. A couple of them jumped through hoops to get online therapy (tele-health, but it's very pricey and inconvenient). It's pretty much all of my friends at this point. Like my advice and compassion can only do so much and it doesn't ever seem to help them. It's become a little tiring in a way.

Same with getting a dentist with cheap insurance. The greedy conservatives (which is 2/3 of the population here) won't allow it. We all have to travel downstate or to Wisconsin to get basic work done (it takes 3.5 hours of driving to get downstate and 2.5 hours to get anywhere good in Wisconsin + no one drives or can afford cars anymore so we're all doomed). I'm gonna have to start getting to the abscess stage again to have to energy/drive to seek another dentist willing to help and that is not fair. I shouldn't have to look like I do hard drugs just because no one will fix my teeth + depression never helped with that equation either.

Everyone's life up here is a disaster. I live in a corner of the world that is sickeningly resource-less. The nearest psychiatric hospital is 1.5 hours away and doesn't usually accept people unless they've committed a crime or something drastic. The 2nd closest one is a double drive down to Wisconsin, unless you have Michigan-only insurance, then you're driving 6 hours downstate.

Another thing that drives me up the wall is the lack of basic ANYTHING. My friend from New York wants to come visit, but there's little to no AirBnB's up here unless you find a cabin in the woods with no phone/internet service, T-Mobile doesn't reach up here, no Uber drivers of any kind (2 expensive taxi companies that are overbooked all the time is the only way to get anywhere), no basic stores to find anything you're looking for so we all have to order stuff off the internet, no records stores in the entire U.P. except for a couple run-down multi-media stores that have maybe a bin or two of 60's country and Christmas music on vinyl, etc, etc. Also, my town has always been living about 10-15 years in the past. You can't find online reviews or even websites for most stores because the boomers and bootlicking assholes around here don't know what the fuck computers are. And if there's a fashion trend that I find on the internet (like crop tops of example), they won't hit our stores until 5 years later when the trend slows down. The end. Rant over. I don't wanna upset myself but like... lol...

#personal #mine #text

[modern-inheritance]

Human Rider Changes

Brom wasn't altered the way Eragon was, but in MIC I'm gonna say even the human Riders were altered by the bond, beyond the slightly more elfish appearance and pointed ears.

Over time Humans start getting the more pointed tooth shape that unaltered elves are born with. It takes FAR longer, but they also start to grow a very thin version of the controllable tapetum lucidum, but most can't use it the way elves can at will.

Human Riders also begin to get faster reflexes, larger energy stores, slightly higher than normal strength and endurance for their physiques, increased night vision in general, and I really really want to say longer periods of high neuroplasticity (ease of learning, adaptations, etc) going further into adulthood (though neuroplasticity IS seen in adults, it's not to the extent seen in childhood, but don't quote me on that I haven't read up on it very much lately) but I don't have a reason for that really. I feel like elves naturally keep a fairly high level of neuroplasticity, maybe some effect of dragons ancestral memories (god damn i wanna explore that too and for some reason I think it would lead me to papers and fish and birds and I'm....I'm not up for that just yet).

Magic use can speed up these changes, though it's still a very gradual process. One of the risk factors, however, is that while their strength is not terribly increased, there's still a posibility that their strength can be dangerous to them. Magic use is typically restricted to practice and training while being taught by masters so that explosive use of magic won't lead to a far faster increase in strength, before the bones have adapted to it.

Elves, when they have access to it, incorporate a leafy green called Tinleaf into their diets, along with a variety of (currently unnamed, let me cook) fruits and other vegge that grow in Du Weldenvarden and were brought to the Rider's island. Tinleaf and these other foods are high in dietary titanium, nickel chloride/sulfate, and zirconium silicate, all used in their bone structure which incoperates alloys that allow them to be so resistant to their strength without shattering bones by walking and hitting things. When out of the forest/not around sources of these food/plants, elves have supplements they can take if without natural sources for too long.

wait what was i talking about

OH.

These changes are why Arya is still a bit baffled/confused when she's with the Varden and learning of all these things these humans can't do/don't have going on with their bodies. Brom's changes were still early stage, but he still had some, and she just kinda assumed they were all like that. She was practically a kid at that point, confused why the books she read didn't mention any of that stuff, and then Caleb, Sam, Simon and the rest are having to explain a LOT.

I also found it both jarring and a nice reminder when reading Murtagh (shhhh look okay I just want the fancy cover one and then I'll finish it the ADHD is not good with these things I can't just sit and read anymore it's painful and I don't know why. You know what, send me a hurricane, knock my power out for a week, and I'll finish it before the deluxe release.) that Eragon is NOT the norm for human Riders. He is not human anymore. He is more elf. His strength and energy stores are FAR beyond what human Riders were capable of, unless i just haven't reached some plot twist yet.

I would say that it made the Forsworn make so much more sense, but a VAST majority of the Forsworn we know were elves. Human Riders could have had so much resentment towards their elven counterparts, even with their partners by their side and all the gifts the bonding gave them, it could have been almost crushing to see what elf Riders could do even without formal training.

I wanted/want to put Murtagh on somewhat more even footing after the war in MIC. Without Galbatorix's spells, he's still far more human than Eragon, but he's stronger than any other human man of his size, stature and physique, he's faster, he learns faster, and he can maintain and cast spells well beyond what a regular human mage can, even with training. With more Ancient Language under his belt, more time with Thorn, more practice, he would be (and is) well beyond anything any human could accomplish even with both training for decades and a wealth of natural talent.

Maybe at some point a more significant though still gradual increase in strength, speed, ect, all the elfy things, is introduced to the Rider Bond using the Word/the Name. Resentment from the non-elven students is something I worry about if other Rider species/races are left with nothing to put them at an equal level.

this got off the rails. whoops.

#eragon #inheritance cycle #the cyclists #the world of eragon #the inheritance cycle #modern inheritance #modern inheritance lore #modern inheritance science #we're getting SCIENCE today!

[thesherrinfordfacility]

Is that sad Crowley a shot after the smitten conversation? I think i saw a theory that he actually had planned to confess there at the resturant rather than the bookshop - apparently his is the only table with a rose and he had wine just for them (which I think is code for them sometimes that hey, I wanna talk to you about something important but I need an excuse if it doesn't go my way) some other things - but the conversation hadn't really lended itself to that. Really sorry if this was one of your theories and I've misremembered. I've been reading SO many metas. Just curious what your thought on the matter was if it wasn't one of your theories though.

hi honey!!!✨ nope you haven't missed a theory/meta (i totally sympathise with the reading so many bit though, you and me both!!!), but i guess this is as good a time as any to look at this scene!!! i don't really have a theory on the matter, but instead perhaps a take on existing theories✨

okay so most of the promo photos seem to be from rehearsals, or taken 'outside the scene' (hence alternate angles compared to what we see in the show), but i think we can be fairly certain that the crowley shot comes from this bit of ep5, just before aziraphale sits down with him:

now in the above bit, we don't see justine, but we do see her in the promo photo itself - all to me just confirming that essentially it was rehearsal/staged specifically for a promo shot.

bear in mind too, that the scene ends with crowley leaving aziraphale at the table, so we can be sort of sure that the above is from the beginning of the scene script, as it were.

anyway! i have seen the/similar theories to what you describe, and tbh... i personally don't agree.

in my opinion, crowley has just been slapped with the knowledge that his and aziraphale's relationship (?), or at least how they feel about each other, is obvious to others. i no longer think it was just a 'oh this feeling is love, holy shit okay' revelation, but a 'oh everyone can see it, aziraphale has been more blatant than i realised, do we need to hide anymore? is he trying to tell me he's ready?' revelation. imo, this directly results in:

i don't necessarily think crowley had honestly processed the above realisation, not fully, by the time he invites aziraphale to sit with him at justine's. i think he sat there steadily making his way through a rather expensive bottle of wine (or several), looking back over centuries of them and possibly just throwing the word around in his head and letting it settle. he then sees aziraphale, and beckons him over to join him because he kind of reached a bookmark and felt he might need to 'hold that thought' for a moment.

and as far as i see it, he just seems to offer aziraphale a glass... not out of politeness per se, but because it's what they do, it's their thing. i don't think however he meant it to dress the scene for a romantic confession, though. tbh, i think crowley would potentially know aziraphale a little better than to confess anything or even discuss anything in this particular scenario - im much more of the mindset that he was later idly planning to suggest they be more of an 'us' at the Ritz, and then realised following the maggie/nina intervention that he actually needed to say something unambiguous and unequivocal before they got anywhere near the Ritz... because that's exactly what they do not do, and the bookshop is literally the safest place for him to tell aziraphale how he feels. obviously this gets a little (see: a lot) derailed.

last thing, i guess: im a little confused about the reading into the roses bit, because as far as i can see in the scene where aziraphale is chatting to justine, both tables adjacent (or at least one of them) to crowley's eventual one have roses too:

so yeah, not much else to add really! im not personally convinced crowley would have confessed here at all if aziraphale had actually sat to have a drink with him - maybe only if they literally had sat and chatted for a good long while.

but ultimately most of the conversation seems so centred on gabriel, especially following the end of ep3, that i think crowley kind of arrived at the thought train: 'okay right we're practically a couple, i know my feelings are reciprocated, and they seem obvious to everyone, and we're not longer working for our sides, we might be safe to- oh shit. gabriel.' literally, in his eyes, the last barrier to them being left alone and being left to be with each other, because of the threat he poses to aziraphale (and had already posed to aziraphale in s1)✨

hope that answers your question, lovely!!!✨💕

#good omens #ask #crowley meta #s2 meta