#3am blue strikes again

[ittyybittybaker]

“neil is living in andrew’s walls” this is going to live in my brain forever now, much like neil in andrew’s walls,

listen i wrote those tags when i was half asleep and i thought that would be it but i am, in fact, still thinking about it !!!! i picture it like this

nicky and the twins live together in the columbia house (kevin technically doesn't live there but he's at their place like 5 nights a week so he might as well at this point)

the columbia house is OLD, like over 100 years so there's all sorts of weird crawl spaces and an attic that no one ever goes into

neil's on the run, jumps into an open window, and finds their crawl space

maybe he's injured and needs a place to lie low for a while

he heals, but their house is reasonably safe and he can steal food from their kitchen when no one's home and he's made a kind of comfy nest in the attic

his favorite spot tho is the crawl space behind andrew's room because nicky and aaron are too loud (nicky with talking to erik and aaron with katelyn/video games probably). andrew just listens to music and like. reads or something

as he heals, neil gets braver and starts to go out into the house more and more. maybe he cleans up the kitchen every now and then or he folds the towels they leave in the dryer as a thank you for their unknowing hospitality

(really he's just bored from being cooped up for so long, even if their house is the nicest place he's stayed in a long while.)

the cousins start to notice weird things are happening

nicky thinks the house is haunted

aaron thinks they're all just being forgetful about what they leave around the house

kevin thinks they need to check the carbon monoxide detector (he saw a documentary about it once and won't stop talking about it)

but andrew doesn't believe in the supernatural, and he also doesn't think it's a mass hallucination

he spends the most time at home, and he swears he's heard a muffle laugh or too when he makes fun of kevin

and what ghost changes the channel to espn

he swears he sees someone with striking blue eyes in the kitchen one night around 3am when he's getting a glass of water but when he turns on the light there's no one there and the doors are locked from the inside

kevin's not the only one who's seen a documentary, and andrew's just watched one about a man living in someone's walls

he mentions his theory one day at breakfast but everyone just thinks he's making fun of them, so he makes a plan to prove himself right

he researches into the history of the house and find the blueprints in some archival records, and sees the weird spaces in the walls (at the library of course, if there was someone living in his walls he wouldn't risk them seeing his investigating)

neil thought he was being careful, but he was getting comfortable there and he forgot to clean up his attic nest one day. he snuck out to grab some much needed supplies from the store and also to stretch his legs

this just so happens to be the day andrew goes investigating, and finds neil's hideaway

he's there waiting for neil when he returns

somehow neil convinces andrew to let him stay by saying "you've already taken in one stray after all (aka kevin) so why not another?"

andrew has to admit, he's got a point. and he really is very pretty

so andrew lets neil hideout in his room instead of in the crawl space behind the walls

andrew starts spending a lot more time in his room. the others hear strange noises and shuffling from behind the door, even when andrew isn't home

nicky and aaron think he's adopted a pet without telling them

(they're only half wrong)

yadda yadda andriel do their thing, they build trust by sharing secrets and truths and kisses, etc

andrew decides that neil is a permanent addition to his life, and he won't ever have to hide away again

one day nicky and aaron come home and andrew's cuddling on the couch with neil

"andrew, who is this"

"this is neil."

"cool ... where did he come from"

"he was living in the walls."

"... i'm sorry, what?"

"i was right. you both owe me $20"

"...i'm sorry, WHAT?"

"ssshhh, can you keep it down? he just fell asleep."

"Andrew. what the actual FUCK-"

unfortunately, andrew is no longer paying attention. he's much too busy playing with neil's hair as he dozes

and they all lived happily ever after and no body ever lived in the walls ever again

#nicky: i can't believe we thought he had a cat #kevin: yeah if anything he's more like a half feral raccoon #neil: HEY #andrew: no they're actually not wrong #idek what this is #it really got away from me 😅 #i hope this was something like what you had in mind #please feel free to talk to me about the deranged shit in say in the tags #you could end up with gold like /THIS/ #andreil #neil josten #andrew minyard #aftg #aftg shitpost #tag rambles #fic ideas #friend asks #alcego

[bahbahhh]

@alucanid I’m your Secret Midna! You said modern AUs have your heart and soul? I was going to gift you this redraw of botw zelink in that red carpet appearance by Oscar Isaac and Jessica Chastain but I’m me and I stayed up until 3am plotting out an entire modern(ish it’s still hyrule but advanced) AU backstory. Merry merry!

It is one thousand years since the fall of the Calamity. One thousand years since Hylia whispered to a daughter of her blood. One thousand years since the last Hero rose from the dead, performed his sacred charge and then disappeared into The Lost Woods. Hyrule has once again abandoned the wild in favor of the advancements of Sheikah technology. Now with safeguards in place, the Realm is confident in the integrity of the Power.

Massive steel cities rise from the ground up. Trade routes open. Cultures blend. Every inch of Hyrule, save for The Lost Woods which have grown hostile toward all travelers, has been mapped. Old magic—faeries, the dragons, spirits—fades into the blue glow of engines and streetlights and Sheikah slates. Until now.

The Princess of Hyrule claims she is hearing a voice; urgent and hushed, in a dead language. A boy covered in scars walks out of the Lost Woods, completely mute, with an ancient sword. Monsters start to crawl out of the shadows. There is an echo of breath in the mines under Hyrule Castle. The public begins to lose faith in the protections of the Royal Family. So the King devises a plan.

The Princess and the boy from the woods are to spread hope throughout Hyrule in a series of formal appearances. Lavish parties, merchandise, interviews—a distraction until the Royal Family and the Sheikah can figure out what is going on.

Rumors swirl about a romance between the Princess and this low-born. A relationship is strictly forbidden by the King, which isn’t a problem because the two seem to despise one another. For now.

“Link, over here!”

“Princess, this way.”

“Princess! A smile for your kingdom!”

He should be used to this by now but the lights still blind him. Zelda drapes her arm across his shoulder and poses obediently, ruby red lips curving into a smile he can tell is forced by the way the muscles in her face twitch. He watches it for a moment, trying to calm his breath like she taught him.

That’s when he notices there is a glow on her skin. In between the flash of the cameras—something gold and shimmering. She’s giving off a warmth, too. It prickles his skin like the first glimpse of sun after winter.

But he’s never seen winter. He thinks.

Something swells inside him. It reaches from that ancient place with both hands; yearning for her warmth. He glances up at her through his lashes, salvia in his mouth, and for a second he’s almost feral. Wolf-ish.

Before he can stop himself, his lips are on the glow on the inside of the arm draped across his shoulder. It’s like he’s swallowed a star. Like he has been underwater all this time and only just come up for air at the last second. His entire body sings; his blade striking steel.

She freezes in his arms. Green eyes blow wide with shock. She feels it, too?

And then the frenzy starts.

The crowd explodes. Sheikah cameras flash rapidly. It’s a blur of light and clicks and chaos. It is the song of a scandal.

“Well,” Zelda says under her breath, leaning into him completely. “Father said they needed a big distraction. Nice work.”

She folds a hand against his chest. “Hold my waist.”

He does.

“Lower.”

He does.

The crowd erupts with cheers. Someone shouts for him to kiss her again.

Link swallows. He doesn’t know how to tell her that he’s starting to remember strange things. Winter in Hebra. Old forms. Broken ruins in Hyrule field. Metal spiders and poison rot. Her waist-deep in a Spring. Her holding him close, blood in her face. Her trapped deep within the belly of Evil.

He’s trembling. She squeezes him reassuringly. “It’s just a game.”

He doesn’t know how to tell her.

It’s never been a game.

#bahbhahhwrites #bahbahhhart #bahbahhhgift #hateno hideout discord #modern au zelink #should I keep writing this? #zelink #botw #loz #breath of the wild #legend of zelda #zelda #loz botw #botw fanfiction

[liightsout]

the blue - part two (bonus)

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✯ summary: danny's thoughts after meeting mattie ✯

✯ pairing: daniel ricciardo x fem!oc

✯ content warnings: none rlly, danny being a simp ✯

✯ now playing: like real people do - hozier ✯

✯ masterlist ✯

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December 2020

Danny stared at the ceiling above him. Bringing his hands to his face he rubbed at his eyes. 

Babe? Why did he call her babe? 

The answer was simple really. He couldn’t help himself. It was a slip of the tongue. He didn’t expect the girl in front of him would have reacted any other way. The second the endearment spilled from his lips he watched as her body froze and eyes grew larger. A deer in headlights. 

Then came the dusty rose hue that had crept from her neck and onto her cheeks. The way her eyes darted around the room, checking for her friend. Blue orbs frantically searching in the darkened room. Was she looking for help? Or was she making sure the moment had stayed between them? Was she as intrigued by him as he was by her? 

His mind was running a mile a minute. His heart rate hadn’t slowed down yet either. 

It didn’t help that he found himself lying on the sofa in her living room, surrounded by… her. 

He was slightly annoyed at himself that he hadn’t noticed sooner.

It was glaringly obvious Adam did not live here alone. 

Scented candles were scattered around the room. A vinyl shelf displaying numerous Taylor Swift records. Knitted blankets and fuzzy decorative cushions lined the sofa and armchair. 

Small photos of Adam and Mattie were placed neatly on a bookshelf.

One that looked to be from their university graduation, the pair of them arm in arm with bright smiles on their faces and black robes covering their bodies. Another showing the pair of them at Silverstone, they looked around 11 or 12 years old. Adam was proudly wearing a Mclaren cap, Mattie a Red Bull one and a Mark Webber Red Bull Racing shirt. 

So she had a thing for Aussie’s who raced for Red Bull? 

He could work with that. 

On that same bookshelf he noted the dozens of novels stacked up, filling the shelves to the brim. Bronte, Austen, Fitzgerald, Dickens, Twain, and a list of other authors he had never heard of before. At first he wondered who they belonged to, and then quickly surmised that Adam didn’t strike him as the type for classic literature. 

In fact, the only items in the room he could identify as belonging to him were the Xbox placed next to the flat screen TV and the Mclaren uniform hanging on the back of the armchair covered in motor oil. He guessed that Adam probably wasn’t around a lot given the hectic schedule that was the F1 calendar. 

The more he looked around the room, the more he learnt. The more he learnt, the more he wanted to know. 

Did he make her nervous? Or was she just shy? 

His heart raced at the thought. She clearly had been caught off guard by his appearance in her flat at 3AM. The way she had come stomping into the room, ready to yell at her friend for waking her up. The way her angry eyes had gone soft, and then alarmed at the realisation he was not her roommate. She was adorable, he thought. 

He needed to stop. He needed sleep. 

Closing his eyes he attempted to clear his mind. 

I wonder if her Instagram profile is private. 

Nope. Nope. He was being weird. They had only officially met in the last 30 minutes. He couldn’t start scrolling through her Insta profile while lying on her sofa while she slept in the other room. 

He concluded his infatuation combined with the alcohol still swimming through his system was not a good combination. 

With a final sigh he closed his eyes again and tried to get some sleep.

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✯ authors note: you guuuuys!!! got a couple more likes/reblogs today which brought the BIGGEST smile to my face.

how's everyone's day been? did anyone else watch the alpine car launch? i was honestly worried for them all, i have never seen a group of people look so bored before in my life.

anywhoooo - chapter 3 should be up tonight or tomorrow :) ✯

#daniel ricciardo #dr3 #daniel ricciardo fanfic #daniel ricciardo fanfiction #danny ric #dr3 imagine #f1 fiction #f1 fanfic #daniel ricciardo fluff #formula 1 #daniel ricciardo imagine

[from-izzy]

things/aesthetic you associate with your moots please!

anon! this is such a fun ask! thank you so much for this one!! 😍

i'm doing the ones i've talked to enough (dm and/or on gcs) for me to (somewhat) answer this ask (sorry if i missed you or gave you something that doesn't suit you 😭) also limiting to fifteen (15) things or else we'll probably be here all day oop---

my obsession with alphabetical order strikes once again!!

honestly this became more of an appreciation post but 🥺

@astrae4

my child, cute round glasses, colourful heart shaped balloons and parties, 'i just go with the flow', energiser, miffy, light blue jeans, photobooths, wanderlust, 'paris! it's no longer just europe now', ice skating, falling gracefully despite being sick and swamped into 'sewer water' 😭, bakeries, caffeine in the form of daily matcha, doesn't like me as much as i thought she did

@cloverdaisies

black and white (with a splash of red), dynamic hair colour changes, black sleeveless satin dress, but also oversized monochromic shirts, a glass of wine one on hand, blurred pictures, mirror selfies with flash on, eyeliner wings, but also fruity and lovely, same age but so mature, 'guys it's due today and i haven't started', 'i knew you would come back with time' (🥺), juvenile, no emojis at all, sarcasm (not) detected most of the time (i'm gullible ok 😭)

@cupidjyu

my hyunjae bestie!!, bows and croquette, pink and white, picnic with flowers, toro inoue, spring breeze, texting and chatting during school times, 'i'm bored' (talking about class), thirteen-hour time zone difference (and my body clock makes it worse), 'sunwoo is cute!', but also 'hyunjae!', but also sleep >>> anything (including hyunjae 🙄), sexy brain (please gimme those braincells), going around in circles, 'why do you do this to yourself? sleep!'

@heemingyu

honey bee, distorted purple and white aesthetic, gilmore girls, late deep night talks, love and patience, three-leaf clover (shamrocks), the grinch filter, being a huge menace to society but still lovable so it's hard to really tell her off, in reality i love her more than she loves me, but i still give her silent treatment anyways, 'naur', economics and crying, missing the bus and then blaming it on me, black cat, izz instead of izzy 🥺

@justalildumpling

chaotic sibling energy, my no.1 bitch, casual night time walks, fearless, freedom, making videos during said walks, lovesick puppy, ohmyface by silichmasha on instagram, side eyes, selfies with a slightly tilted head, sometimes cutely gaped open mouth other times closed (either way it makes me wanna squish her cheeks most of the time), 'izzy i have tea! well...not really tea! actually no it's tea!', talking late into the night (well...the morning), sunlight and blue sky seeping into her blinds, 'come get unready with me!'

@littleroaes

pastel purple, pastel pink, pastel blue, basically fairy floss, innocence and beauty, supportive and real, very shy, long white dresses, flowers all around her dancing in the wind, but is also very funny, drawing reactions, sometimes talking in all caps, sometimes talking with lower caps, all the time very cute, sitting down at the beach and watching sunsets

@mosviqu

pink and white, scarfs and gloves, long-sleeved shirts paired with short skirts, long drives with dynamic playlists changes, and would ask her friends to go and make sure they have a great time, jamming out to a playlist at 3am (but she has a healthy sleep schedule so), that one friend who knows what to do, not afraid to express herself 99% of the time, the other 1% is just the world being mean, will always be a white cat, 'izzy i'm so proud of you', words of comfort, head pats!!, artistically talented, eric sohn's soulmate

@winterchimez

soulmates (but lives in the wrong country), ireland, loving mother vibes, but also tired mother vibes, sunrise vibes but specifically orange and yellow, hard worker, faith in god, quiet art museums but also bustling concert halls, turning bitterness in life into a lesson that can never be replaced and is always thankful for the opportunity even though the period of that life was hard, mental and physical resilience through crazy back to back schedules, videocalling on the bus/train on the way home, 'so/saur', my favourite purple jacket, music and piano are forever ally's vibe tbh, 'if i missed your call, i will always call you back'

@zzoguri

crying when seeing a friend, headphones all day every day, classy look, black top with light blue jeans, vintage camera film filter, journalism (it really does suit you), 'YEAH YEAH I GET YOU!', crying about uni (same tho 😭), gaming for hours, specifically valorant, my infj bestie, acoustic guitar vibes (ykwim?), 'you're so valid though', a distinct unique accent, jacob bae's partner

#💖 izzy answers your asks! #📣 izzy's tag games! #gill ⛸️🥇 #clo 🎧🤍 #yumi 🎀🧸 #sana ☘️🐝 #j 🦝🍚 #dora 💌💜 #bar 🫂💕 #ally my soulmate ❄️🎶 #moni 🫶🍊

[zerobaseonefics]

midnight blues ㅡ park hanbin

park hanbin x gn!reader

requested : park hanbin comforts reader when their midnights thoughts make them feel like they're not good enough.

genre : fluff, angst

for my 🐻 anon <3

the clock striked twelve hours ago and outside, the night was already at its darker state. you were left alone in your thoughts. you didn't if you were just going through some hard times, maybe it was the accumulation of small events that made you feel like this.

the lights in your room were turned off and you were laying on your back. the only light in the room was coming from the screen of your phone, held in your hands as you were looking at it with hesitation. a message discussion with your boyfriend, park hanbin, was opened on the screen. you wrote a text but you didn't know if you should send it. you already felt like a burden tonight, and you didn't want to feel like this even more.

it was one of those nights, where you couldn't found sleep, and your thoughts got the best of you. were you enough? were you failing in what you were doing in life? were you deserving of love? even if you were, did anybody actually loved you?

the last question made you think about him. you finally pressed send.

hanbin are you sleeping?

after two minutes on delivered, you figured he was asleep, but suddenly, the message marked read. you saw he was typing for a few seconds, then he stopped. incoming call. you picked up.

"why are you not sleeping? it's 3am" hanbin asked with worry in his voice.

"did i wake you up?" you answered.

"don't worry about that i was awake already. i went to drink water."

"i'm sorry, you can go back to sleep."

"is everything okay?"

his question made you hold your breath. what were you supposed to say? you'd feel like an attention seeker if you ever said no, plus it was just hard to answer this when someone asked you if you were okay. and what would he do if you said you weren't fine? comfort you?

that's actually the reason why you called him, and he did it already in the past, but the pressure on your shoulders that night made you insecure about him as well.

when he saw you took time to answer, he understood something was wrong.

"i'll be there in 15. you can wait for me, right?"

a knot formed itself in your throat, trying not to cry when he said that. you nodded like he could see you, "yes, i'll wait". before you could say thank you, hanbin hanged up.

you sighed in relief and a few tears rolled down your cheeks. he wasn't here yet but part of the weight on your shoulder was gone. with the back of your hand, you wiped away the tears on your face and got up to wait for him in the living room. after 15 minutes, just like he said, hanbin was at your door and texted you to open it to him. you did and found him there with a big smile. you couldn't help but smile as well.

when he got into your apartment, he stand behind you and let you close the door with the key. when you were done with that, his arms immediatly wrapped around your body from behind, pulling you closer to him as he kissed you temple. his lips trailed down to your cheeks, then your jaw, and finally you neck, before he hid his face in the crook of your neck. "did you miss me?" he asked, his voice muffled by his lips against your skin. you nodded, not able to talk because you knew you'll just end up crying. "missed you too", he said.

he pulled apart from you, taking your hand gently. hanbin analyzed your face, marked by tiredness, and despite the dim lights, he could easily see you were trying not to cry.

"should we go to your room? we'll talk about it here." once again, you didn't say anything, nodding silently. hanbin decided to pick you up, bridal style, making you laugh because you didn't expect it. with how much he came to your place, the boy knew the way to your bedroom, so he had no problem even in the dark to take you there.

softly, hanbin made you lay on the bed. he took off his jacket and his shoes before crawling to you. his body below yours, his two hands were on both side of your body, caging you. his face got closer to you as he went to pepper your face with kisses. a smile finally appeared on your face, making him smile as well. with one of his hand, he pushed the hair strands that were falling on your face back in their place. hanbin put his hand behind your neck, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

"so, you'd like to tell me what's wrong or do you just want to rest?" he said with the comforting smile. he didn't want to look too worried because he knew it would make you feel bad, but he made sure you could see he was really interested in your feelings and willing to listen and comfort you. you looked away.

"you know, midnight blues. i just feel like i don't know what i'm doing, i'm not doing anything right, and i'm just not good enough."

"but you're more than enough though."

"you think so?"

hanbin finally lied next to you. he tapped on his chest, ordering you to lay on it. you did, resting your head and your hand on his torso as his went to play with your hair.

"you know, i couldn't wish for anyone better than you. i'm pretty sure i'll never love someone as much as i love you". you restrained a smile as your fingers traced random shapes on his chest.

"i'm afraid it's just words." you said in a quiet voice.

"it's not! no one gets me like you do. you take well care of me and you always make me feel good. i love spending time with you even if we do nothing. you're being hard on yourself but i promise i wouldn't change you for anything. you're just perfect like that."

you didn't know what to say nor what to do. you just burried your face in his neck, finally letting hot tears rolled down your eyes and wetting the skin of his neck. hanbin just held you closer.

"thank you, you don't know how much i needed to hear that."

"don't doubt yourself, okay? and don't doubt me."

after about 20 minutes, you ended up falling asleep under his touch, still over him. hanbin knew you couldn't hear that, but he said it to the darkness in your room anyways.

"i love you."

for with every new dawn comes a new day, and the night soon fade away. as the sun started to rise and shine through your curtains, curled up to your lover, you knew you will wake up feeling worthy and strong. because you are enough.

#zerobaseonefics #boys planet #boys planet fics #boys planet imagines #boys planet reactions #kpop #boys planet drabbles #boys planet trainees #park hanbin #park hanbin x reader #park hanbin fluff #park hanbin imagine #park hanbin drabbles

[locke-writes]

they sprout among the peonies - Michael Anania

Fruit Salad - Tom Cardy

The Violet Hour - Sea Wolf

Simple Little Things - Audra McDonald

3 Small Words - Josie and the Pussycats

The Proposal - Marla Schaffel & James Barbour

Love, Me Normally - Will Wood

If It Makes You Happy - Michael Cera Palin

Come Along - Cosmo Sheldrake

when i’m at therapy - The Blue Dinosaur

Tardigrade Song - Cosmo Sheldrake

Boyfriend - Dove Cameron

Jigsaw - Conan Gray

Spy Again - Curt Mega

Celebrate the Reckless - MAGIC GIANT

The Railroad - Goodnight, Texas

Me Myself & I - 5 Seconds of Summer

Fever Dreams - Dio

History - BONNIE PARKER

Hey Love - The Daughters of Eve

Greek God - Conan Gray

Cubs in Five - The Mountain Goats

It’s Cool - First in Flight

Welcome to the Family - Avenged Sevenfold

Kiss Me - Sixpence None the Richer

What’s Up? - 4 Non Blondes

There She Goes - The La’s

There She Goes - Sixpence None the Richer

I Don’t Want to Wait - Paula Cole

She’s So High - Tai Bachman

Tom’s Diner - Suzanne Vega & DNA

Mr Jones - Counting Crows

Crash Into Me - Dave Matthews Band

Collide - Howie Day

Lovefool - The Cardigans

Barely Breathing - Duncan Sheik

3AM - Matchbox Twenty

I Hate Everything About You - Three Days Grace

Still Ill - The Smiths

Somewhere Out There - Philip Glasser & Betsy Cathcart

My Eyes - Neil Patrick Harris & Felicia Day

The Starry Night - Starry Original Cast

Finale - Anastasia Original Broadway Cast

Keys of Life - Klaus Nomi

A Duo - Philip Glasser & Dom De Louise

It’s DeLovely - Ella Fitzgerald

Kids In America - The Muffs

867-5309/Jenny - Tommy Tutone

Fake - Oxford Remedy

Flowers Never Bend After the Rainfall - Simon & Garfunkel

You’re Dead - Norma Tanega

Nevermind - Deaf Havana

The Bad Thing - The Mysterines

If I Fail You - Dylan Saunders

Vampire Money - My Chemical Romance

Poisoning Pigeons in the Park - Tom Lehrer

Viva Las Vengeance - Panic! At the Disco

Holidays in the Sun - Sex Pistols

Let It Out - The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals Cast

Inner White Girl - A Strange Loop Cast

I Love You (As Much As Someone Like Me Could Love Anyone) - Galavant Cast

Pretend to Be Nice - Josie and the Pussycats

Teenage Demon Baby - Foxy Shazam

Flightless Bird, American Mouth - Iron & Wine

When We’re Older - James Blake

Washing Machine Heart - Mitski

You Don’t Own Me - Klaus Nomi

Lightning Strikes - Klaus Nomi

Crying Is Cool - The Sonder Bombs

Redwood Reverie - Plas Teg

Go Home. Play Music. Feel Better - Michael Cera Palin

Lemon Lime Lips - Naethan Apollo

Seventeen - MARINA

Totally Fucked - Spring Awakening Cast

Along the Way - The Hunts

Istanbul (Not Constantinople) - The Four Lads

Ballroom Blitz - Sweet

Davy Crochet - The Backseat Lovers

Mother Mary - Foxboro Hottubs 

Soup is Good Food - Dead Kennedys

Valentine - The Hunts

This Time Tomorrow - Brandi Carlile

Sofia - Clairo

Oh Ana - Mother Mother

Kill the Sun - Motherfolk

One Step Ahead - Joey Richter & Curt Mega

Your Stupid Face - Kaden MacKay

This Side of Me - Toddy Walters

i had gay sex with god (it could’ve gone better) - Juno Lev

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#spotify playlist #monthly playlist #june playlist

[sleeping-lilies]

#i remember i made this a while back and it’s a sin for me not to post it #slade: i’m gonna go fight a bunch of kids lmao #wait that one looks kinda familiar #too familiar *squints eyes* #and then when rose joins it’s even funnier #dc memes #dc comics #slade wilson #deathstroke #joseph wilson #jericho #teentitans #teen titans #3AM Blue strikes again #mine

[citrus-watermelon]

you belong to me

Pairing: yandere!Dabi x fem!reader

Warnings: yandere, kidnapping, degrading language, forced kissing, threats of violence

A/N: this is a 3am fic and just a but of fun, this is my first time publishing a fic in a HOT WHILE so please tell me your thoughts <3

Today was just like any other, work at the store was boring but not too difficult, nothing particularly strange had happened, certainly nothing to warrant the deep anxiety building in your gut as you walked home

But all day you could swear there had been someone watching your every move, this hadn't been the first time you felt it, but it felt more severe than usual, like there was someone or something coming after you

So of course you did the exact opposite of what any logical person would do and took a hard turn into an ally that you knew would eventually lead to your home faster then the path you had previously been on, failing to realise that if this person really was following you, they now had the means the trap you in this secluded and hidden place

The sky threatened to rain as you picked up the pace slightly and held the house keys tightly in your hand until your fingers started to purple from the lack of circulation, you knew feeling this scared was silly but there was a nagging that told you you needed to get home as fast as possible,

This was confirmed by the footsteps seemingly keeping pace with yours, and the deep laboured breathing that has been inching closer and closer ever since you set off from work, now logically this could just be someone on their way home and you were just being paranoid, but once again something inside of you was telling you to run, to get far far away and not look back

Fuck

Which is just what happened, the footsteps continued after you and began to get louder, no longer keeping in pace with your own, echoing down the damp walkway just a small distance behind yours.

‘How stupid of you,’ a voice rang as you froze in place ‘you clearly noticed me following you baby’

‘Who- What d- what do you want sir’

You spun around on your heels fast enough to catch a glimpse of your pursuer as they closed the distance between the two of you and trapped you against the wall with their scarred arm,

you knew this man, of COURSE you recognised him, his charred face {along with his villainous group} had been all over the news since they attacked that hero school, why in the everloving hell was this wanted criminal chasing after a convenience store worker at near 1 in the morning

He chuckled at your words ‘sir? baby no need to be so formal’

Well, defusing the situation with politeness was clearly going nowhere, in fact the man only seemed to be getting closer to you, his face a mere inches from yours, you could clearly smell ash and burning but couldn't figure out weather it was from cigarettes or the man himself,

‘The names Dabi, but going by the fear in that cute lil' face of yours, you already knew that’

you decided in that moment that a quick get away was in your best interest, you would hurt him somehow, run as fast as humanly possible, and once you were home you would call the police from there, with one hand against his torso trying to keep what little distance you could, you swung up the hand with the sharp keys and attempted to strike him in the head

But fate is a cruel mistress indeed, and today it seemed to favour this villian over you, Dabi caught you with his other hand and began to heat it until it became almost unbearable, this is clearly going to leave a mark

‘Drop . them’ he growled into your right ear

You obediently did as he said and let go of the keys before the heat on your wrist became worse and left any permanent scars, although it looked like it may be to late for that, he pushed into you with his chest and grabbed at your chin with his now free hand, forcing your eyes to look into his, they looked as if they were on fire, at the same moment you felt a heat next to your body clearly coming from the man's hand, blue flames disbursed as soon as they appeared leaving a black mark on the brick wall that you were helplessly pressed to, this caused you to re-evaluated any plans of a get away

You stayed silent, not sure what exactly to do, running through a million plans to escape and all of them ending in you becoming barbeque

‘I really don't want to hurt you,’ the man's eyes shot to your hand and back to you, a tinge of an emotion is in his eyes but you were far too preoccupied with not dying to notice or care what it was

‘but if you act up ill torch you till not even your own parents could recognize you, understand?’

‘I said, do you understand’ this time with a much deeper voice, this felt more like a statement then anything, his grip tightened but not enough to leave any bruises, maybe really didn't want to hurt you unless he deemed it necessary, you decided to co-operate until you could figure out a better way to escape that didn’t mean your impending doom

You slowly nodded your head as much as you could with his hand holding it in place and stuttered out a quick ‘y-yes’

‘Good girl’ he released his grip from your chin and reached into his pocket to grab some sort of cloth

‘Now I'm going to take you someplace safe, it'll all be okay soon’ Dabi whispered in a strained and gruff voice, as he swiftly forced the rag onto your lips and you soon realised that this was some sort of anaesthetic,

In a panic you scratched at his arm and flailed around in his grip as your vision became spotty and dark, forgetting the no violence against him plan in favour of not being knocked out and taken to a second location for this man to do who knows what with you

‘Sleep darling, it's all gonna be okay, you’ll be safe with me now’ you hear him tell you as your body grows lifeless and you lose consciousness in a daze of confusions at this statement

-<3-<3-<3-<3-<3-<3-<3-<3-<3-<3-

you forced your heavy body upwards from whatever you had been sleeping on, with a little adjustment from your eyes you realised that you had been laid on an aged mattress within a dilapidated room, a loose chain fastened to your foot

A dull yellow light coming from under a gap between a door and floor was all you could see as you woke up from your drugged state, unable to fully move your body without feeling like you were dragging lead within your limbs

Clearly your captor had been successful in taking your unconscious body to some no doubt sketchy location in which he planned to do even sketchier things to you

‘Oh, i see you're finally awake, Y/N’ your name sounded odd from his lips, like he purposely elongated every syllable trying to savour the taste of it in his mouth,

‘Ple-please don't hurt me I'm, i haven't seen anything i don't know anything , just let me go back and ill- and ill- i wont tell i promise’ you began to tremble in your corner while whimpering anything you could think of to get this criminal to stay away, remembering every cliché horror movie you'd ever seen and realising that all of this was of course pointless and would most likely result in the same ending anyway

‘Shhh baby it's okay, its okay’ he hushed, kneeling closer, using his other hand to push the hair out of your face and get a closer look

Dabi quickly walked over where you had taken up refuge and reached out a hand to your face

Oh gods, this was it, you were going to die by being burned alive in some rundown excuse of an apartment without having any idea what or why, or even if anyone would ever find your body, your breathing began to pick up and everything was going into overdrive in your last moments as you waited for the harsh fire to come but, it didn't, instead there was a large hand on your cheek with the thumb rubbing circles in an effort to calm you while whipping away stray tears

‘I know you're confused and hazy right now from the drugs doll, but you're safe now,’ this only proved to confuse you more

‘your mine now, i'll protect you and kill any fucker that tries to hurt my baby’

He leaned his head towards yours but you pulled away harshly, causing him to release his grip on you temporarily, but just as quickly he pulled you back and chuckled lightly to himself

‘Your scared right now baby, but you'll learn soon’

He took an unpleasant breath, which was now close enough to warm your cold lips and graze the skin there

‘Everything is as it should be now’

The distance was closed this time with an unwelcome kiss, your hands raised and struggled against him, he easily grabbed at your arms and pulled them down lightly, until he pulled away with a grin gracing his grotesque lips

‘You have no idea how long i've been wanting to do that’

He once again pulled you in for a softer kiss this time, by no means with this any more enjoyable than the last

‘Or maybe - you do’ he whispered in between pecs

‘You've noticed me before tonight, i know you have’ once again stooping inwards

you continued to grip his shirt, pushing against him now, but coming to no avail, he was far bigger than you and much much stronger

‘Maybe you wanted me too-’ he snickered to himself , stretching the staples on his face

He stopped the teasing and grabbed at your legs, pulling you into his arms in an awkward position as he once again dumped you onto the make do bed

‘Stay there doll, i'll go get you something ’

He held the cup to your mouth and tipped it forward, giving you no choice but to drink

You had to stare at him for a moment as he walked out, leaving the door ajar letting you see into the rest of the shabby apartment, allowing you to formulate a thousand plans of escape, quickly distracted by the sounds of clanging and bangs

Oh gods he was probably getting a knife or other tool to keep you from fighting even more then you already had, maybe he even- you spiralling thoughts were stopped when he walked back in with a cup of something steaming in his hand,

‘Here doll, this'll help you sleep, you can explore soon if you earn my trust okay ?’

Oh, he was giving you tea, nothing special but not nearly as horrifying as what you had imagined he’d bring back

‘I don't understand’ you managed to mumble out, just loud enough for Dabi to hear and for you to instantly regret speaking, you were still shaking and visibly terrified of your captor, but his eyes lit up none the less as though you had lit your own fire

‘You're here 'coz you’re mine dollface, it took me so long to realise but you are just.. perfection, and now you can be with me forever’

oh

#yandere bnha #yandere dabi #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere touya #soft yandere dabi #soft yandere #dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #touya todoroki #bnha x reader #tw.dark content #yandere!dabi

[user21340]

my only exception

(i don’t own this gif or any of the characters in this fic)

summary: you and nat are separated when in the Red Room. you both are reunited. after holding onto a couple things to give her for a couple years you both realize love is well and alive.

warnings: violence, abuse, swearing, lil angst, fluff

pairing: natasha romanoff x fem!reader

word count: nearly 1.8k

a/n: omg i don’t know what to say! thank you for all the support on the stuff i’ve released so far. it’s super crazy seeing some of my favorite writers following me. thank you so so much for 30 followers! much love 💕💕

(italics in dialogue mean the person is speaking russian)

sorry for any mistakes i wrote this at 3am and have to get up for school at 6 😪 no bueno

It was a cold and stormy night as the power in the Red Room continuously flickered on and off even with the help of a high powered generator.

You and Natalia had been waiting for an event like this to occur so you could break out. Even though both herself and you lived only a small bit of life outside in the real world before you were taken in and trained to become a weapon, both of your humanly morals knew right from wrong. The Red Room’s treatment definitely being a wrong.

Madame B and the other monstrous staff at this facility put all you girls to bed roughly an hour ago. Nat and yourself undid your cuffs connecting your wrist to the metal bedframe so you could pack the few things you both owned before you made your escape. Both of you had talked this plan over through and through so you both were on the same page as soon as you saw that flicker of a power outage surge though the site.

At the moment you both were eighteen years old meaning both of you had proven yourselves worthy enough to hone a spot at this academy and had graduated a couple months prior.

GAME PLAN

Some information you had gathered which the staff weren’t aware of was every time the power flickered off, it disarmed and unlocked the exit door/s for nearly five seconds. The weather has been dry but cold lately not making this discovery too useful. The plan was to sneak over to uncuff yourselves in the middle of the night when these brief power outages were occurring, pack your items, and as you were about to escape bang on the wall of the large room where the girls kept at the academy would sleep to create enough of a distraction before you were out and free for good. Easy right? How wrong you’d be.

When it was time for the distraction, Nat stood by the door waiting for the next surge of lightning of whatever broke the electricities stability as you walked to the far side of the sleeping quarters where you were sure you’d have enough time to bang on the walls and sprint out of that door.

You heard a crash of thunder so you knew your escape chance would be soon. As you were about to start banging on the walls you see a door knob parallel to Nat but far away none the less start turning.

BAM

Lightning strikes, what seems to be right outside of the building. You sprint for the door only to have your arm caught by one of Madame B’s henchmen.

Just like that the power flickers.

five.

Without much thought you break away from the man’s grasp lunge at Natalia who happened to be at the door.

four.

“We’ll meet again Natalia.” you speak softly

three.

You shove her out of the door with all of your might.

two.

You use all of your remaining strength that you can muster up to slam the heavy metal door closed.

one.

Click

The door locks once again.

“You stupid little bitch. Get over here NOW!” the man practically growls.

You slowly and steadily walk over to the man as he gruesomely pummels and kicks you.

Sure the beatings, mind torture and manipulation hurt, but you’ve never experienced any kind of pain on the same caliber to what being separated from Natalia feels like.

Madame B is more than disappointed, enraged and annoyed with one of her ‘star students’. You receive daily beatings and long, tiresome training hours for helping Natalia escape. Although everyone is ‘replaceable’ in the minds of the staff as well as Madame B, they just lost Natalia so they couldn’t afford to lose you as well.

Months later the beatings finally slow down to a couple a week which you are able to endure. Madame’s mission now is to make a monster out of you by pushing you to and past your limits when training.

One night you finally drift off to sleep. You hate sleeping. It’s a constant replay of your last night with Nat. Only hoping that she made it to civilization safe and sound and is living a normal teens life. However, tonight’s dream is different. In this dream you see yourself shoving your packed-escape bag between your mattress and bedframe as you are bleeding out on the ground from the beatings. You wake up in a cold sweat and manage to kneel on the ground and slowly lift up your mattress only to find that same, small bag filled with the few, but important belongings of yours and Nat’s. You open up the bag forgetting all about what you both had packed. The most important items you see is a picture of Natalia as a toddler with alongside her mother and father, a small metal ring which you had made for her after stealing a small teaspoon at dinner, banging it against the concrete floor with a rock to flatten it out as you’d continuously bend it back and fourth so only the thinnest part is of the spoon is left which you bend into a ring before surprising Nat with it after you know she had a pretty rough day training, and lastly Nat’s papers containing important info about her such as her full name, birthplace, parents names, and birthdate.

November 22, 1984

November 22, 1984

November 22, 1984

November 22, 1984

You make sure you have this date burned into your head, latching onto any important information about her you can learn.

You hang onto those three items keeping them hidden.

Two and a half years later...

It’s late at night when you hear gunshots and fights breaking out throughout the facility. You quickly get up out of bed (once again undoing your cuffs) and grab those three items from under your mattress. You place them in your pocket getting ready to make a break for the outside world. As you reach for the door you turn back taking one last look at the place you’ve been living for pretty much the entirety of your life, only before a man in a funny red, white, and blue costume enters your view.

You bring your hands up ready for a fight.

“Look kid, I’m not here to fight you. We are breaking you out.” the man ensures

“Who even are you?” you sternly question

“Steve Rogers. But the public calls me Captain America.” his gaze settles on your figure, “Mind telling me who you are?” he pushes

“Names y/n, but look I’ve got places to be ma-“ you are cut off when Captain America’s jaw drops.

“No, we both know you don’t. But, you ARE coming with me.” you know there isn’t much room for protest but that won’t stop you from trying. You lunge at him and push him to the ground as you wave a small goodbye and sprint towards the door only for your body to fall on the ground limp. Realizing you’ve been stunned by something temporarily.

“YOU MOTHERFUCKER!” you shriek, he only chuckles.

“God, Nat was right about you.” she shakes he head with a small grin on his face.

“N-nat?” you whisper as you vision fades black.

You regain consciousness and look around only to find yourself in a weird windowy, loud vehicle type thing. You see a group of people standing around you but you see one particular familiar face hovering directly over yours lightly combing through your hair with one one hand and gently outlining your jawline with the other.

“NAT!” you screech, your brain is feeling too many emotions to comprehend at the moment.

Once she sees and hears you are awake she pulls you into a bone crushing hug.

“Y/n/n I’m so sorry I left you and you had to stay in that hellhole for so long alone I don’t know how I would’ve help up it if that-“ you cut her off

“Natalia, all that matters is I’m here with you right now.” you reason.

After getting off of what you learned is a ‘plane’ you and Nat spend hours together clinging onto one another as if, as soon as you separate you will be absent in her life for another couple years, vice versa.

Months pass by. Even though you and Nat have yet to label yourselves as a couple your hearts belong to one another after being attached to the hip to one another for pretty much every activity or mission you both do. In this time you were also recruited as an Avenger due to your skillful hand to hand combat and your masterful types of fighting you have nearly perfected from your time in the room.

The date just happens to be November 22. You are pretty sure no one in the compound is aware of Natalia’s birthday, hell, you aren’t even sure if she’s aware.

Today is the day you decide to return the missing items from her bag that you recover after she left.

You wake up next to her and wake her up with a long, graceful, soft kiss on her lips to which she responds shortly after by kissing you back as you feel as tiny smirk against your own lips.

“Hey, what was that for?” she asks playfully

“Ohhh nothing. Just maybe it’s for my favorite girl’s special day today.” Nat blushes.

“H-how’d you know?”

“Oh honey, I know e v e r y t h i n g.” you reply

Before she can respond you pull her to sit up on your shared bed and hand her an envelope containing her papers as well as he one and only photo of herself and her family.

As soon as she sees both items she sobs into your chest. (more because of the picture, you really only included her papers so she too would know all the most crucial parts of her life pre-red room era.

“Uh, uh, uh’” you tut,”One more thing.” you reach for her hand slowly and tell her to shut her eyes. You slowly slide the makeshift ring on her finger.

“Open.” you instruct

To which she gasps at the sight and just like the day you both were reunited you hugged and kissed for hours on end.

“Nat, will you be my girlfriend?” you ask with a sheepish smile.

“Of course y/n/n, I thought you’d never ask.” she takes a breath,“I know love is for children, but you are my only exception.”

“Ditto.” Natalia chuckles, “That is what the Americans say, right?” you backtrack with flushed cheeks.

She holds you tighter and presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Sure.” she breathes out.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanov x reader #black widow x reader #natasha romanoff x y/n

[chadillacboseman]

Domestic

Pairing: Sub-Zero (Bi-Han) x F!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Mentions of violence, blood, unprotected sex. It's got some fluff, too, lads.

A/N: I have mental health issues. I know. This is super OOC but I do NOT give a shit.

--

You knew better than to expect any domesticity from Bi-Han.

He was a Lin Kuei assassin and had probably killed more people than you were comfortable considering. Some nights he would stumble in, armor covered in blood, and just collapse on the bed, barely able to shuck the heavy plating before succumbing to sleep.

Other times, in the dark of night, Bi-Han’s cold breath would fan across the back of your neck, and shivers would run the length of your spine. He would move behind you, pull up your nightgown, and gently fuck you in the quiet of the night, his cold body pressed against yours. When he finished, he would place a chilled kiss at the base of your neck before rolling over to sleep.

Even if he didn’t have a mission, he’d be up before sunrise, training his mind and body to be a more effective killer. Before leaving the room, however, he would always kiss you on the forehead and make sure you were covered by the duvet.

You had no idea why Bi-Han had chosen you to see this side of him.

He was a ruthless assassin and had the power to freeze men to the core with his touch. You knew that there were people out there who feared him like a wraith in the dark, and that there were forces in the world outside yours that were far beyond your comprehension.

And yet, here was the mighty assassin, curled into your arms with his armor cast aside.

Vulnerable. At your mercy.

Some nights, you patched his wounds while he sat on the edge of the bed or the bathtub. Although his body healed more quickly than a normal person’s, he could still get infections and even if he’d never admit it, he liked having someone dote on him from time to time.

When Bi-Han spoke of his childhood, it was bereft of any fondness. He had been trained from the time he could walk to be a flawless killer- there had been no loving parent or soft touches to soothe his wounds. He once spoke of a time he had fallen from a tree and broken his leg; his punishment had been to walk four miles before he was allowed to rest.

You wondered how anyone could do that to a child, but chose not to dwell on it. You could give him all of the love and care he had been deprived of in the Lin Kuei training and though he didn’t say it often, you knew he cared very deeply for you.

Of course there were nights when you worried, believing Bi-Han had finally been killed when the clock hit 2am and beyond. When the curling black smoke and cold air finally erupted in your living room, you would run to him, careful not to bump whatever part of his body he was favoring, and kiss his cold skin just above the mask.

--

Tonight was one of those nights for worrying. You watched as the hands on the clock ticked past 2am, then 3am.

You were exhausted.

This was the latest Bi-Han had ever been, and the writhing coil of anxiety was moving like a serpent in your chest.

4:00am.

Your eyelids drooped and you pulled the blanket up over your body on the couch. Sleep was within reach, even through the worry.

4:30am.

You were asleep in earnest when the room grew cold and tendrils of black fog snaked through the dead air. Bi-Han stepped out of the whirling darkness and spotted you, fast asleep, on the couch.

Guilt. He had forgotten what that felt like.

The assassin discarded his armor and scooped you into his arms, making a track for the bedroom with you held tight against his broad chest. It was the chill of his breath that woke you as he set you down in the bed.

“Bi-Han-” you breathed, throwing your arms around him, “I was so worried.”

Another pang of guilt. Foreign territory to the assassin.

“Sorry.”

A weak apology to soothe your wounds- like a bandaid on an open heart surgery. Your eyes were shining in the darkness, brimming with tears threatening to spill down your pretty face.

“It’s okay.” A lie, and a bad one at that, “I’m just glad you’re home.”

Home.

He never thought he’d call a place home- let alone a place he shared with someone else.

Someone he loved. Something he never thought he was capable of.

If Bi-Han’s father could see him now, he’d make him do six miles on a broken leg. He was still a ruthless killer, sure, he’d done things he’d never tell you of for fear of the way it would break your heart.

But he could be soft with you.

He wanted to be soft with you.

In the moonlight, the warrior’s eyes were striking- bright blue-white and laser-focused on you. He hoped you knew how he felt, or even a fraction of it. Just enough to know that he was sorry for the late nights and the bloodstains on your rug. For keeping you up with worry and depriving you of a normal life.

“I am sorry, xīn'ài.” a slip into his mother tongue in the moment, something unavoidable when emotions ran high.

You moved a hand to the cool skin of his face and he closed his eyes at the touch, so delicate and loving, something he knew he didn’t deserve.

“It’s alright, Bi-Han,” your voice was barely more than a whisper.

He moved his mouth to yours and caught your lips in a frigid kiss that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. He wrapped one large arm around you and pulled you into his lap, legs straddled over him, without breaking the kiss.

Bi-Han gripped your hips, sliding his hands up under your nightgown and kneading the tender flesh with his cold fingertips. He broke away from your mouth and trailed chilled kisses along your jawline and down your neck, pausing to suck gently at the skin and eliciting a breathy moan from you.

The assassin fumbled with the front of his under armor for a moment before freeing his cock, rock hard and dripping with precum. You lifted up slightly from his lap and sank down on him, letting out a whimper as he filled you.

“So good, so tight for me,” Bi-Han breathed as he guided you up and down on his length.

You gripped his broad shoulders and let out a low whine, his name like a prayer on your lips as he bottomed out over and over again, splitting you open and putting you back together with every thrust.

You buried your head in the crook of his neck, overwhelmed by the sensation of the assassin driving into you. He snaked a hand between the two of you and his cold thumb went to work on your clit, bringing a cry of pleasure from your throat.

“Bi-Han-” you whimpered against him.

“Mmm?” his cold breath brushed against your ear.

You were so close it was unbearable, you felt like you were going to explode. The assassin’s lips practically touched your flesh when he spoke again-

“Come for me, xīn'ài,” he whispered.

And with that, you let out a choked sob and clenched around him, stars erupting in your vision. A few more deep strokes and Bi-Han was right behind you, spilling a burst of cold seed inside you with a grunt.

The assassin let you catch your breath before lifting you gently from his softening cock and lying you down in the bed. You looked so beautiful- skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat and lips swollen from his frost-bound kisses. He laid down beside you and placed his lips gently to your forehead, eliciting a contented hum from you.

Bi-Han trailed his cold fingertips over every bite and red mark he had left behind on your skin, soothing them with the chill of his flesh.

And the two of you fell asleep like that- you felt safe in his broad arms. Bi-Han would never admit it, but he felt safe in yours, too.

#bi-han x reader #sub-zero #sub-zero x reader #mortal kombat #bi-han #mortal kombat movie

[storiesforallfandoms]

burnt out ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 1333

request?: yes!

“#9 with mgk!!”

description: in which he is very obviously burning himself out and she convinces him to take some time off

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing

based off of this song

if you’d like to check out my song prompt list thing that i’m doing click here!

masterlist (one, two)

She found him hunched over his desk, his head in his hands. It was nearly 3am and he had told her over four hours ago that he’d join her in bed “soon”. He just had to finish the song, it was almost done he just needed a hook for it.

(Y/N) had been hearing that word a lot lately. “Soon”.

“I’ll be home soon.”

“I’ll come to bed soon.”

“I’ll take a break soon.”

The word barley even sounded like a real word anymore. It definitely didn’t have the same meaning to it anymore. “Soon” was never “soon” with Colson anymore. “Soon” ended up being hours later, or, in the case of when he was touring, days later.

(Y/N) approached her husband. “Colson, you’ve been working on this song for hours. Come to bed, please.”

He didn’t respond, which just bugged her even more. She put a hand on his shoulder, meaning just to grab his attention but instead causing him to jump as if she had severely startled him. She realized then that he hadn’t been working, he had been asleep.

“Fuck,” he sighed. “Sorry baby, I guess I drifted off to sleep. What time is it?”

“3am.”

His eyes widened. “What?! Fuck! I’m so sorry, (Y/N), I meant to come to bed forever ago.”

“I know,” (Y/N) said, although her tone didn’t seem to be very convinced.

Colson turned his chair so he could fully face her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to him. “I truly am sorry, baby. I was so close to being finished, but I guess I got too tired and drifted off to sleep. I’m done now, I promise. Let’s just go to bed.”

There was so much she wanted to say to him. She was both angry at the fact that his work had come before her yet again, but also she was starting to feel concerned for her husband. He wasn’t looking or acting like himself lately. He barley ate anymore, and he had even given up smoking weed for a while in order to focus solely on his music, which had led his mental health to getting worse as well.

She decided to drop it for the night. It was clear he needed to sleep. She helped him up from his chair and led him to bed. The minute Colson’s head touched the pillow he was out like a light. (Y/N) sighed and got back in bed next to him, slowly drifting off to sleep shortly after.

~~~~~~

Colson was out for most of the next day. (Y/N) woke up before him and decided to let him sleep since he seemed so exhausted, but soon enough the clock was striking 4pm and he still wasn’t awake. Her annoyance was starting to take over then. He had been home from tour for nearly three days and she had gotten to spend zero of those with him. The minute he got home he immediately threw himself into his work again and it was starting to bother her.

She went up to their bedroom to find Colson still peacefully sleeping. Part of her wanted to leave him alone, knowing he probably needed this sleep, but she couldn’t hold her tongue any longer. She knew they needed to talk about this now or else it could end up negatively affecting their marriage.

(Y/N) gently touched Colson’s arm, causing him to stir much more peacefully than he had the night before. His bright blue eyes looked to her immediately as a smile stretched across his face. “Good morning, baby.”

“It...it’s 4pm Colson.”

His eyes widened as he turned to check the clock on his bedside table. Upon seeing the confirmation, he laid his head back and groaned.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I was just really tired. I appreciate you letting me sleep in this late. If I were you I would’ve dragged my ass out of bed long before this.”

“I was tempted,” (Y/N) muttered.

Colson could see the annoyance on her face despite how hard she tried to hide it. He sat up against the headboard and looked down at his lap. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” she responded with a shrug, although she knew it was far from fine.

“No it’s not,” Colson said. “I haven’t been the most attentive husband lately, and I know that. That’s not fair to you, you deserve someone who is going to give you all the love and attention you want.”

(Y/N) sighed and crossed her arms. No matter how mad she was with Colson, she always hated when he got down on himself like this. He was always so worried that she wouldn’t want to be with him anymore because of his lifestyle, despite the fact that they had already been together for 5 years.

“You give me everything I could ever want,” she assured him. “But I just don’t understand why you’ve been throwing yourself into your work so heavily lately. You’re not long home from tour, you don’t have to be working on new music right now but the moment you got home it was as if nothing had changed since you left. And it’s been like that for nearly a year now. We haven’t really spent a lot of time together, it’s normally you’re touring or writing and recording.”

“I just feel like I have to keep putting stuff out right now. I feel like I need to prove that this good streak I’m on isn’t just a one time thing and I’m gonna keep being on this upward climb. I feel like I have to prove to everyone that I’m more than just that stupid beef.”

I sat on the bed next to him and put a hand on his, causing him to look up at her. “I understand that, but Colson, you have to realize that you’re burning yourself out. You go on tour for six months at a time, then you come home and throw yourself back into your work, and then the cycle repeats itself when you go on tour again. You haven’t been eating, your mental health is definitely being affected. I know you love to work, but you need to take a break. No writing, no recording, no touring, nothing. For at six months at the minimum.”

Colson nodded and wrapped his arm around (Y/N), pulling her close to him. “I know,” he said with a sigh. “You just know I’m a workaholic.”

“That’s an understatement,” she teased. Colson smiled and kissed the top of her head. “I just want to spend time with you, as in the man I married, not Machine Gun Kelly the rapper.”

He held her for a long time, running his hand up and down her arm.

“I’ll call my manager later,” he decided. “I’m going to tell him to put everything on hold for the next six months so I can take a break. If he has any problems with it, that’s just too bad. I’m not working for a while.”

(Y/N) smiled and lifted her head enough to kiss his cheek. “We can go out of town for a while. See if Emma is okay with us taking Casie for a while and go a nice cabin or something that’s so far out of town with no Wi-Fi and spotty cell reception and we’ll just spend time together like a family.”

“God, I haven’t had a vacation like that in years,” Colson sighed. “I’d love to do that, baby.”

“Then it’s a plan,” (Y/N) decided. “You can’t get out of it now. I’m gonna go look at places to rent while you call your manager.”

Colson chuckled at her excitement, grabbing hold of her waist as she tried to stand and pulling her back down on the bed. (Y/N) giggled and playfully fought him off as he began to tickle her sides and kiss her cheek and neck.

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[psychdelia]

max showed up on his doorstep with blotchy red cheeks and puffy wet eyes, board discarded on his lawn as she pounded on the door with her free hand, holding a shoebox in the other.

“okay, okay!” steve called out as he rushed downstairs. “i��m coming! jeez.” he huffed as he opened the door, ready to bark out a what, shithead? because who else would show up to his place and pound on his door for a minute straight?

except his mouth snaps shut when he sees her shivering in the winter cold and cheeks still damp. it’s been about 4 months since billy died and he hadn’t seen max in this state for a couple months now. he thought things were getting better.

maybe not.

“max.” he frowned. “what’s wrong? what happened? are you okay? are you hurt?” he asked, the panic in his tone increasing with each question.

she just shoved the box into his hands, giving him a determined look. so similar to billy’s. too similar.

“i found this in his room.” he can hear the suppressed tremble in her voice as she fights the urge to cry again. “i never gave it you because i thought maybe,” she frowns, looking down. “maybe he-“ she lets out a shaky breath. “but he never came back so it’s yours now.”

then a switch is flipped and she’s suddenly glaring up at him, yet another expression too similar to billy’s.

“you can’t tell anyone.” she clenches her shaking fists. “if you tell anyone what you find in there i swear to god steve i’ll hurt you.” her upper lip is twitching into a snarl and steve is genuinely scared of this little fiery teenager.

“jesus, max,” he sighs. “first of all, you two are way too goddamn similar for not being blood related.” he ruffles her hair with a free hand. “second of all, you can’t just tell me what’s in here?”

“no.” she shakes her head as she bats his hand away. “just,” she plays with the hem of her jacket nervously. “just keep an open mind.” she frowns. “we’re not from here. things are... different back home.” her shoulders sag a little and he can tell she misses home. misses life before hawkins. “promise you won’t tell anyone?” she looks back up at him.

he frowns as he stares at the box in his hand before nodding. “promise.”

“good.” she nods. she rubs harshly at her face with her sleeve before turning away to walk to the lawn.

“you need a ride?” he calls as she grabs her board. chuckles when she rolls her eyes, tosses back an i can get myself around, steve. then a quick thanks, though. see you around. then she’s taking off.

steve practically sprints up to his room after that. sets this mystery converse box down in front of him on the bed as he sits, unsure of what to expect. maybe porn mags? weed stash? who knows.

so, naturally, he dumps it all out on the bed. stares at the pile of magazines, books, seashells, pictures, papers. the first thing he grabs are the magazines, expecting to see a half naked chick on the cover. he freezes when he finds a half naked man instead, clad in leather.

drummer. drummer. drummer. all of these are the same magazines, different issues with different men. he wonders if they’re targeted towards women, but then he’s opening them up and finding men... with other men. figures maybe hargrove had been holding onto them for someone else because there’s no way in hell these are his. no, no, no. that boy was straight as hell. loved to show off a different girl hanging off his arm every week, made shows of flirting with both girls and women.

but then he’s grabbing a polaroid dated 1983 and it’s billy with shorter hair and fuller cheeks kissing another boy with a big smile and lovesick dopey look on his face.

holy shit. this can’t be real. billy hargrove wasn’t gay. he couldn’t be. he was the womanizer, ladykiller, heartbreaker of hawkins. he loved women and they loved him 10 times more. none of this makes sense.

he grabs the journal next, the leather on the cover worn and threadbare. the first entry is dated from 1983 and the last just a couple weeks before starcourt. right before he got possessed.

steve sets the journal aside, opts to look at the other pictures and items billy had stashed away before he reads about the last three years of the guy’s life. there are a couple pictures of a blonde woman with striking resemblance to billy, the same saint christopher pendant and thick silver ring billy wore present around her neck and finger. some of them feature billy when he was a baby, toddler, kid. he finds jewelry that seems feminine, womanly. figures they must’ve been his mom’s.

there are also some california souvenirs. he finds seashells and movie, concert tickets that read “san diego” on the top. there are also some books steve remembers he was supposed to have read or heard about in school, but also some more he never heard of.

at the very bottom of the box he finds expired makeup and empty hair product. there’s black and dark blue eyeliner and mascara, baby pink lip gloss. nail polish in black, dark red and a deep purple. in some polaroids, the slight sheen of the gloss and his dark, thick lashes are barely visible, but he still catches it.

steve can’t help but chuckle when he finds some candy wrappers and leftover weed grinds at the bottom of the box alongside the butts of joints and empty cigarette packs. marlboro reds. there’s scrunchies, too. shimmery and purple, probably stolen from max.

once’s he’s finished digging through hargrove’s secret belongings, he leans back and sticks his nose in the journal. it takes him the rest of the day and all night to read it from cover to cover.

the beginning is mostly about missing his mom and hating his father, documenting his abuse. there are a few pages about his crushes and boyfriends, allowing him to figure out that the boy he was kissing in the polaroid is named santiago, but billy calls him santi. once he reaches the end of san diego and beginning of hawkins, billy’s tone and messy scrawl is full of hurt, anger, and melancholy.

and then steve’s name pops up. KING STEVE in all caps, taking up nearly half the page. there are hearts around his name, alongside a big drawing of a dick. below, billy writes about feeling like a foolish schoolboy with some stupid crush on some guy with a huge dick he saw in the showers. steve’s already blushing and it only deepens when he gets to the part about billy wanting to feel said dick in his hand, his mouth, inside of him.

he has to take a break after that. doesn’t realize things only get spicier until he gets back to reading and finds out billy’s jerked off and fingered himself open to the thought of none other than king steve. his eyes immediately flick to the half empty jar of vaseline, finger-shaped holes indenting the jelly.

he spends the rest of the night reading about billy’s remorse and guilt towards him and lucas after that night, how billy still wants to hop on his dick and kiss him stupid, his and max’s relationship and how it’s gotten better even though they still blame each other for the move.

it’s both of their faults, steve realizes. billy missed his curfew for a boy and max had no choice but to lead neil to him.

along the way to the end, a couple pictures of steve fall out of the journal. pictures that steve has no idea how billy acquired. some are from school yearbooks, others just random polaroids that might’ve been taken by tommy or carol or jonathan. when he finally reaches the end, he reads about billy’s pool job and plans fo move back to california for college as soon as he graduates.

i know it’s stupid but i’m gonna miss him. his stupid hair and big brown eyes and pretty face and pink lips. i didn’t know anything about the guy but i wish i could drag him out of this shithole and take him home with me. i still haven’t apologized to him. maybe kidnapping him and showing him the ocean would count. but i can’t fall for a straight boy, no matter how big his cock is. i don’t get to fall for someone i hurt. it’s not fair. none of this is fair.

that’s the very last entry. it’s 1am and steve is wide awake. too awake. before he thinks too hard about what he’s doing, he’s shoving everything back into the box and flooring it to robin’s house. he knocks on her window incessantly until she opens it with a glare and he’s pushing his way inside before she can greet him with a snarl.

“billy hargrove was gay and in love with me and-and and jerked off to me and,,, pretended his fingers were mine and his dad was hurting him and his mom left and he was alone, robin.” he’s rambling, eyes wide as he paces the room with the box in his hands.

“he was s-so hurt and alone and no one paid any attention and now he’s dead because of a monster in some town he got dragged to as punishment for being gay and,” his voice cracks. “he’s gone.” he whispers brokenly as he shoves the box into her hands.

robin is very confused and surprised but all she knows is that her best friend is in distress, so she sets the box down and grabs his hands.

“steve. look at me.” she only continues when he does. “sit down and talk to me. let’s go through everything together, okay? just calm down and breathe.”

by 3am robin’s looked through the box and the majority of the journal - steve dog-eared the important pages and she’s a fast reader - and she’s just as shocked as steve, apparently, if her bewildered expression and silence is anything to go by.

“robin? rob, say something.” he urges. “please. i need you to talk to me.”

“holy shit.” she finally raps. “steve, i’m gonna ask you a question and i don’t want you to freak out, okay?”

he nods.

“do you think you could’ve... reciprocated billy’s feelings?”

he opens his mouth to answer but halts, eyes wide and crazy as he stares at her.

“i-“ he gulps. “maybe?” he croaks out. “i-i think so? maybe yeah. yeah.” he nods.

“so you’re bisexual.”

and that’s throwing him on a whole other whirlwind. steve’s had too much thrown at him for the night and he doesn’t have it in him to deal with a sexuality crisis on top of everything.

but billy’s pretty. so fucking beautiful and steve can’t admit it just yet but he wishes he were still here. he wishes he could travel back in time and reach out to billy and save him from the horrors of hawkins but also kiss and fuck and love him properly but now it’s too late and steve and billy have one thing in common.

they’re both alone. lonely. so much love to give but no one to receive or give back.

“bisexual?” he chokes out.

“you like both. boys and girls. like david bowie. and david bowie’s awesome. you’re kinda awesome too, i guess. for a dingus.” she playfully punches his arm and it makes him feel better for all of 2 seconds until it’s hitting him again that the person who wanted to love him is dead. died right in front of him.

“do you have hot chocolate?” she nods. “with marshmallows?” she nods again. “can i have some?”

he feels like he’s about to faint. completely black out. wonders if he looks pale to robin. he needs something warm and comforting and hot coco will do the trick.

———————————

billy comes back in february. hopper and joyce gathered everyone up in joyce’s living room early february. sat everyone down to announce that hop had gotten... a call. a call from some doctor named owens who hop has a history with, the same doctor who helped will.

owens was nursing billy back to health in some secret lab in indianapolis, hence the funeral with no body. apparently billy was in comatose, then a medically induced coma when his brain woke up but he wasn’t strong enough to just yet. then, when he did wake up, he had to relearn how to eat, write, walk in physical therapy, alongside the heavy emotional therapy.

owens hid billy from the world until he was ready to be exposed to it again. then he called hopper one afternoon and told him to come pick the boy up.

max was angry. screamed and yelled until she was reduced to tears in joyce’s arms. the other kids were shocked and confused. didn’t know if they should be happy or scared. will and el were the only positive ones. nancy and jonathan were mostly shocked and indifferent, numb to these crazy surprises the shithole town throws at them. steve and robin just stared at each other knowingly, a million thoughts racing their minds.

a week later they were all in joyce’s living room again, nervously anticipating hopper and billy’s arrival. everyone looked up when the doorknob began to jerk and the lock turned, their eyes trained on the door as it opened to reveal hopper standing beside billy.

billy. clad in a big hoodie, gray sweats and converse. the same ones that were once in the box steve has hidden under his bed. his hair is long now, flowing freely and curling wildly at the ends, looking so soft with the lack of product. he looked tired, fading blue bags under his eyes. he hadn’t lost his tan, steve noted, and looked a little softer around the stomach and legs. for someone who went through all the shit he did, billy looked good. healthy.

max got to him the second he stepped inside, throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him close. he immediately clung to max, holding her tight and whispering a shaky, wet hey, shitbird, only audible to her, resulting in her wet laugh. the siblings stayed like that for a few moments before pulling away to let billy see and greet everyone.

joyce had demanded they all not coddle billy because it would be suffocating and he probably couldn’t deal with that. except now she was serving and feeding him a million things, coddling him just like any other mother would. billy was hesitant and tense at first, but slowly relaxed, especially when he was given cookies.

sweet tooth, steve distantly remembered. billy has a sweet tooth, if the candy wrappers and lollipop sticks in the box were anything to go by.

everyone takes turns greeting and talking to billy. steve’s last in line to have his quick one-on-one with the guy and by the time they’re face to face, everyone’s sitting together, talking and laughing and eating.

“hey,” steve greets with a small smile. he can feel robin’s eyes on him and not-so-slyly flips her the bird, his eyes trained on billy and only billy. “it’s good to have you back.”

“you know you don’t have to say that, harrington, especially if you don’t mean it.” billy tries to joke but his eyes and smile are sad. “i only died for, like, two minutes. not a big deal.”

“shut up, man.” steve rolls his eyes and chuckles. “i do mean it.” he chews on his bottom lip nervously, doing a quick scan of the room to make sure there are no eyes on them before he looks back to billy.

then he’s reaching out and grabbing billy’s hand. running his thumbs over the scars along his palm and knuckles. he looks up to find billy confused and blushing. he smiles before pulling billy into a tight hug.

“you look good. so good.” steve whispers in his ear, getting a whiff of generic coconut shampoo. he has one arm wrapped tight around billy’s waist, holding him close with their bodies flush. he slides his free hand down and rests it on billy’s ass, barely squeezing. he chuckles when billy jumps a little.

“harrington.” billy chokes out, voice wrecked. “what’s your hand doing on my ass?” steve can feel billy’s lips moving on his neck and it makes him shudder.

“just doing what i should’ve done a while ago.” he sighs, content, just holding billy’s warm, very much alive body close to his.

“if you wanted to get in my pants, pretty boy, all you had to do was ask.” billy flirts with a smirk steve can feel on his neck. then he pauses. “you’re not fucking with me?” he asks, tone serious.

“nuh uh.” steve shakes his head. “actually, uh,” he pulls away just enough to meet billy’s eyes. “max gave me your shoebox.” he watches as billy’s eyes widen and go fiery. “hey, no, don’t get mad at her. it’s not her fault. she didn’t know you were comms back.” steve reasons. “plus, now i know big bad heartbreaker billy hargrove has a crush on little ole me.”

“who says i still do?” billy raises his eyebrows, as if his hands aren’t tightly holding onto steve’s shoulders and he’s not blushing and making heart eyes at the guy.

steve’s not too bright, but he knows when people have a crush on him. he’s always been bright in the language of love. and sex, for that matter, as billy will eventually find out when he inevitably get lovingly and romantically railed and fucked into steve’s mattress later that week.

“just have a feeling.” he shrugs, giving billy’s ass one last squeeze before he rests his hands on his hips with a grin.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #my writing

[yostresswritinggirl]

[The End of the Tunnel]

[Abysmal Prince!Aether / Reader Submission]

Upon the heavy downpour, faint footsteps were heard, getting closer and closer until it prompts you to snap your eyes towards the source. Biting back a growl mixed whimper, your non-dominant hand unsteadily raises to your head, the pain. The pain is unbearable.

  The pain feels like fire, searing into your head, grazing your brain with the unbearable heat, burning your thoughts into oblivion, it's harder to think, especially when all you hear is the crackling of fire as the flames grow larger and larger in your mind.

  "Why... are you here..." a demand was heard, it was so distant that it echoed throughout the crumbling walls of the domain. Still gazing with narrowed eyes at the person across you, it only registered to you that you were the one who spoke.

  The Abysmal Prince says nothing in response, staring you down. Although it lacks any anger unlike your gaze. You faintly recognize it.

  Those golden eyes, ones that usually lack light of any kind, they shine for you. It's sickening. Eyeing the sword on his hand, he's warily staring you down as if you'd strike at any moment.

  Hm...Sickening...?

  Since when have you thought that? When was the time where the admiration and love turned into nothing but disdain and disgust?

  Since when...

  Ah, forget it. It doesn't matter anymore, this body isn't yours anymore.

  ...This body?

  It's mine, It's mine, it's—!

  Laughter... It started as a faint one, slowly... It explodes into a maniacal fit.

  It almost fails to register in your mind, that the laughter was coming from your lips, not until your throat hints strain.

  And finally, a voice cuts through, immediately silencing you.

  He says something foreign, might be a word of some sort. It might be in another language, it's something very foreign to you, and yet why...

  Why does it seem familiar...?

  It's neither a command nor a spell, but it seems like a name.

  At the back of your head, someone... hints something. It feels like someone was pulling you up, clawing your wrist in attempt to raise you above the murky waters. You can't swim, you can't move, you're not helping yourself up.

  And so... It abandons you.

    Across you, Aether's mind was brewing a turmoil, it pains him when you look at him with those eyes. Ones looking like you're staring at an enemy. Like you don't recognize him at all.

  Your eyes flicker from their original color to something unfamiliar to him. As you blink, it keeps changing, as if you're keeping something from him, restraining some sort of unknown darkness yet knowing well that you cannot outdo something so celestial.

  He says your name one more time, but he receives nothing but a look of confusion and contempt. Then it hits him.

  You don't recognize your own name.

  He says it again. Tightening his grip on his sword, slowly getting comfortable in his battle stance. He watches as your catalyst drop to the ground, shattering at the impact. You began to clutch your head with both hands. Crying out in pain, as fire began forming around you.

  The rain did nothing to it. It keeps growing and growing-

  In a flash, you disappear.

  Looking around in panic, the Abysmal Prince searches for your presence. Holding his sword with both hands, he readies himself for a battle he never thought he'd have.

  Hearing something above him, he snaps his gaze at the sound. You materialize before him, he manages to roll away before you could claw him down.

  He watches as you slowly stand, blue flames starts at your feet climbing their way up as cracks in your skin begin to form, it reminded him of Dainsleif's right side. Yet yours is corrupted beyond repair.

  Silently succumbing to something he'd never thought he would feel, he commands the slumbering ruin guards to stand against you.

  And for a moment, just mere seconds away as the tip of the blade pierce your chest, your eyes flicker back to those hues he knows and loves.

  And just like that, death comes to you.

  There's not even a moment where he got to speak with you one last time, he knows that the impact is enough to make your eyes close forever.

  He holds you close, the rain silently hides his flowing tears, he vows to you that Khaenri'ah would rise from the ashes once more, that it would see the light of the day, reach the end of the tunnel, close the book to the happy ending you both deserve.

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HHH hi i love your works sm, the angst is *aggressive chef's kiss* FDKGHJDKGJ i love the fact that reader dies a lot too KJDHSJKDG so i'd like to share this 3am piece <3 (i honestly don't know what to call myself, i guess just clyde is enuf)

OMG I DID NOT EXPECT AN ABYSS PRINCE AETHER SUBMISSION BUT I KNOW MANY WHO'D BE SCREAMING WHEN THEY SEE THIS THANK YOU @lehra food sweetie

Hello there!! Eheh thank you so much for appreciating my works, Clyde! May you bless us with more food, because damn this is so well written more than what I do, the way you write the reader's consciousness dilemma is sooo good!

#exiled community #genshin impact #submission #genshin impact x reader #aether x reader #gender neutral #angst #Clyde #exile.flower

[amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines]

Fangs//i bet you're real sweet with her

Request: You my friend are the queeen 👑 of songfics. Any chance you would want to write a fic for the song Bitter by Fletcher? With any of my boys Malachai/Reggie/Fangs/Pea you can choose 😘

hey! brit! @wayward-river this is for you, my love! enjoy! also, this is the last request i have! i did it!! well done me!! requests will be open soon, so keep your eyes peeled! 

The world may have moved on and evolved, but when you’re stuck in Riverdale, it feels like you’re still in the same unknown decade, no matter how long you stay for. 

Four years after graduation, you’re still waiting tables at Pop’s, despite the rest of your friends moving on. The only people left behind is you, Toni, Sweet Pea and Fangs. But what was once known the four musketeers, now has a huge divide between them. 

You still talk to Toni, but she talks more with Fangs. You and Fangs don’t talk to each other anymore due to a very messy ending of an almost six year relationship. Sweet Pea and Fangs only really talk to each other when they have to. Sweet Pea’s pissed because of what Fangs did to you, despite you telling him that you don’t want to be the reason they fall out, but he still sticks by your side. And Fangs is pissed at him for taking your side. 

Toni and Sweet Pea are still close but not as much as they used to be. The only plus side is the fact that you and Sweet Pea are closer than before, but that comes at a cost, because he’s stuck in between the messiest breakup in Riverdale history, and there’s nothing he can really do except sit and listen to you complain. 

Not that he minds though, as long as you keep giving him secret staff discount on his food, he’s fine listening to you mope about Fangs. 

“I just-” You sigh, your head dropping to rest on the table. The clock ticks above you and you can feel some of the other waitresses glaring at you, as they will time to move quicker so they can have their own breaks. “Do you know when you’re on the outside of an inside joke? And everyone else knows it but you have no idea what they’re talking about and it makes you feel really lonely.” 

“Lime.” He chuckles and you stare at him confused. “Sorry, you weren’t there.” 

“That doesn’t help Sweet Pea.” You slump in the stool and stare out of the coffee machine.

In the reflection you see a group of teenagers sat at the far end of the diner and you’re taken back to when that used to be you. You and the rest of the serpents would sit for hours, just talking and eating. Now those days are far gone, the only time you would ever be in the same place as Fangs would be to fight him. 

“Hey. Sorry to interrupt.” An older woman invades your thoughts and casts a shadow over you. You pull your gaze away from the shiny metal and stare up at her. “I really wanted Coke but you guys only seem to have Pepsi.” 

“I’m on my break sorry.” You force a smile. The rehearsed customer service voice coming out naturally. “But I’m sure one of my colleagues would be more than happy to help.” You add and point to the various members of staff trying to look busy. You glare at the newest member, Emma, who has the coldest eyes and fakest smile you have ever seen. She’s been a pain in your ass since she got here, and she hasn’t stopped since. You’re just hoping the new girl starting today is going to be a lot nicer. 

“Ughhh.” You groan and lean your head on the counter again. “I just remembered I’m training a new girl today.” 

“I thought you’d just done that.” 

“I have.” You grumble and look up at him. “But because I’m the most experienced member of staff, apparently it’s also my job to make sure they don’t put tea in the coffee machine and to keep the condiments separate.” You add and fiddle with the salt packet lying in front of you. 

“Well, I’m gonna be here for a little bit longer. I don’t start till three, so I can keep you company.” 

“Thanks.” You smile. “Where are you going today?” 

“Just to Greendale and back.” 

“Come round when you finish...we can drink what will be left of the night away.” 

“Deal.” He smiles and grabs your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. Sweet Pea’s phone lights up beside you and you peer over his arm to see who it is. 

“Don’t bother.” You say when he reaches for it. “It’s just your mom.” You add when he looks at you confused and his face soon falls. 

“Oh.” He grumbles. “I told her to leave me alone.” 

“I’m sure she’ll get the message soon.” You try your best to sound convincing. But you’ve been repeating that sentence for seven years and she still doesn’t seem to get it. No matter how many times Sweet Pea tells her that he’s better off without her. 

For a while you thought it had worked. Nobody had heard from her in almost 6 months, but then she popped back up and ruined the progress that Sweet Pea had been making of having a stable life. 

“And if not. I’ll make sure she does.” You add making him snort a laugh. A soft smile twitches at your own lips as you watch him laugh and then shove a few fries in his mouth. Your hand reaches out to steal some but he catches it and shoves you away making you pout. “Hey! Technically I paid for those. The least you can do is share.” 

“What?” He asks through a mouthful of food and you pull a face. “I can’t hear you over the chewing.” He adds and shoves the rest of them in his mouth.

“You’re disgusting.” You shake you head making him laugh loudly. For a good minute, everything feels normal. It feels like you’re just sat with your friend and praying for time to slow down so you don’t have to go back to work. 

But eventually time does catch up with you, and as soon as the clock strikes quarter past you have to haul yourself back up, grab your rag and get on. The song on the jukebox flips and you’re suddenly hit with a wave of nostalgia. 

The opening notes float through the air, and all of sudden you can see you and Fangs dancing right in front of you. 

3am in December during a snowstorm. The worst Riverdale had seen for years and the two of you were hiding in the warmth of Pop’s until it went away. You were the only ones in and so Fangs decided to make the most out of the empty diner, and the two of you danced stupidity around the entire place, much to the amusement of the very bored and very tired workers. 

Tears spring to your eyes and you let out a shaky breath before fiddling with your fingers. 

“Y/n?” Sweet Pea asks. “You okay?” You nod and Sweet Pea stares back at you. Your shiny eyes and wobbly lip really doesn’t help your case of ‘i’m over it!’, but for now he decides to leave it. In the three months since you broke up, you’ve already cried more times than he can count, and that’s just at work. He doesn’t want to see you cry again. If he had his way, you’d never cry again. Not ever. 

“I’m fine. I know you think I’m stupid but it’s just how I feel.” You shrug and his expression softens. He grabs your hand, stopping you from walking away and you look at your intwined fingers. 

“I have never once thought you were stupid.” He says seriously and you swallow thickly. “Well, apart from the time I dared you to steal FP’s bike and you actually did it.” He adds, the atmosphere being too serious for the two of you. 

“I never got caught though.” You point your pen at him, a smile curling the corners of your lips and Sweet Pea smiles back at you. 

“It was still stupid.” He replies and you roll your eyes. 

“Hey, Pea?” You ask. “Do you know if Fangs is with anybody. I just, I can’t shake the feeling that somebody else is in my shoes right now. You know, doing all of the stuff we used to do.”  

“I don’t think so.” He shrugs and you nod slowly. 

“Good.” You nod and hold your head higher. “I’m the best he’s ever going to have anyway.” You add making him chuckle. 

“Very true.” He laughs. “Y/n? Do you think you might be-I dunno, maybe just a bit bi-” 

“I’m not bitter.” You defend and he sends you a look. 

“Sure you’re not.” He sips his coffee. “You are dressed in yellow though. And what fruit is yellow?” 

“A le-” 

“A lemon!” He interrupts, a stupid grin taking over his expression as waits for you to answer. 

“Okay.” You nod and grab your notepad from the table. “I’m walking away now. There you go Emma, you can sneak out the back to text a man that is definitely not your husband. 

“Oh, hi.” Someone taps your shoulder as you’re walking away making you quickly spin around. The girls almost walks into you and a string of apologies fall from her mouth as she quickly looks around to make sure no one saw. 

Her brown hair stops at her waist and curls a little bit near the end. Her bright blue eyes sparkle under the florescent lighting, and her pink lips curl into a nervous smile as she looks around. You glance at Sweet Pea and roll your eyes when you see him not so subtly checking her out. 

“Can I help?” You ask and she quickly looks back at you, a bright red blush creeping up her cheeks. 

“Yes. Hi, sorry. I’m Olivia. I start today.” She says and sticks her hand out in front of you. You shake it and send a glare to Sweet Pea who is still checking her out and he rolls his eyes at you before scrolling through his phone. 

“Lovely to meet you Olivia.” You smile. “Follow me and I’ll show you the ropes.” 

“I would so not mind seeing either of you with ropes.” Sweet Pea mumbles and you grit your teeth. 

“Would you excuse me for just a second?” She nods, eyes wide as she watches you slap Sweet Pea over the head with the rag. He jumps and yelps from the sudden attack before rubbing his head and scowling at you. “Okay, where were we?” You ask, a smile returning to her lips as she just stares at you in disbelief. “It’s fine. We’re friends.” You shrug and walk her to the counter. 

“It doesn’t make it okay!” Sweet Pea shouts. 

“Do you want your bill yet...your full one?” You add and he slumps back in his seat, his arms crossed in defeat. 

“Okay, so do you have any waitressing experience?” 

“Yes!” She smiles. “I used to work in a diner like this one back in New York.” She says and your eyes widen at the mention of New York.

“Oh, so you’re an out of towner?” You ask while showing her around. “This is the kitchen. Basically you get an order, you clip it on there and then the food will come through here. The only time we ever really need to go into the kitchen is if there is a mistake or it’s your turn to put the bins out. There’s a rota in the office but I’ll show you that later.” 

“Got it.” She nods. “Yeah. I moved here a few months ago. I’ve been trying to find a job since I moved but there’s only so much you can do in a small town.” She explains and you nod knowingly. 

“Why would you ever leave New York for Riverdale. Did you get lost or something?” You tease and she rolls her eyes playfully. 

“No.” She shakes her head. “I came here just as a little break to get away from the city, and then I met a guy and I haven’t been back.” She says and your eyes widen. 

“You stayed for a boy?” You ask in disbelief and she nods, with an embarrassed smile. “Wow.” You add. “This is the main eating area as you can see. We all have our sections, again, the rota, but you’ll be paired with me for today so you won’t need to know where you are until your next shift. And be warned, if you see him-” You point at Sweet Pea and he waves in return. “Ignore everything he says.” You finish and his face falls. 

“I’m gonna stop keeping you company if you’re not careful.” He huffs and you roll your eyes. 

“How else are you going to spend your free time if not here?” He shrugs and spins around the chair. When you had more friends, you used to need a booth to fit all of you in and even then you had to steal chairs from other tables. Now Sweet Pea just sits on the stools by the till so he can chat to you. 

Sometimes when it’s late and you’re nearing the end of a long shift, you’re sure you can see the ghosts of past versions of yourselves sat in the corner booth. Their laugher filling the air and reminding you of a happier time. 

“You guys are a cute couple.” Olivia coos and you and Sweet Pea stare at each other in disgust. 

“We are not a couple.” You say quickly and distance yourself away from him. 

“You would be lucky to be called my girlfriend.” He says and making you laugh. 

“Yeah, I’m really missing out.” You reply. “We’re not a couple.” You repeat, looking at Olivia this time and she nods while trying to suppress a smile. 

“Got it. Not a couple.” 

“Anyway, tell us about this man that seemingly turned your world upside down.”  

“He’s amazing!” She starts and you suddenly start to regret asking. This is definitely not going to help the ever growing feeling that you’re going to be alone forever. “He recently got a new job as a truck driver. At the minute he’s just doing to make some money, but it’s not what he wants to do. And he got a new little flat with his friend and it’s great. He’s an amazing cook...like the best. And he’s so handsome. Sometimes I look at him and I seriously wonder if he was crafted by God himself. He is that good, he has made me believe in God.”

“...wow.” You choke a little. 

“Yeah...wow.” Sweet Pea adds and the two of you share an impressed look. She chuckles shyly and tucks a piece of hair behind her ear. 

“He sounds sweet.” You smile and a blush creeps up her neck as she fiddles with her apron. “Who is he? Maybe I know him.” 

“Fangs. Fangs Fogarty.” She replies and your jaw drops. The cup in your hand wobbles and you scramble to catch it before it smashes on the floor. Olivia quickly moves forward to help you, but you stand up before she has the chance and she’s left awkwardly standing just a bit too close to you. 

Sweet Pea coughs and coffee dribbles down his chin, making both of you look at him and he forces a smile until Olivia is called away. You and Sweet Pea stare at each other for a few seconds, your eyes wide and jaws slack and then you both start an incoherent flow of words as you try and figure out what the hell is going on. 

“I thought you said Fangs wasn’t seeing anyone!” You start and slap him over the head with your rag again. He ducks and catches it, but his face crinkles when he comes in to contact with the soggy fabric and he quickly drops it. 

“He said he wasn’t!” He argues. “I asked him the other day if he was seeing anyone and he said no. It’s not my fault he lied.” He adds and you huff at him, crossing your arms while staring at the door. 

From your peripheral, you watch him roll his eyes and sigh before mumbling a quiet sorry. 

“It’s fine.” You sigh. “It’s not your fault.” The two of you watch her make her wander around the restaurant and talking to a few of the other servers, the smile never leaving her lips and a scowl slowly makes its way onto your own. “If I were her I would start packing my bags already because we all know Fangs does not do commitment. It doesn’t matter if its two months or six years, one day he will just up and leave, turning your whole life upside down because he’s a selfish di-” 

“Okayyyy.” He says and grabs your arm pulling you over the counter. “Y/n, listen to me.” He grabs your cheeks. “You have got to pull yourself together. One. you are much hotter than her. Seriously, I only checked her out once and that was when she first got here. But I check you out literally every time you walk into a room.” 

“Than-” 

“Two. Now that it’s official that Fangs has moved on, it means that you can too and you don’t look like the bad person because he did it first. So Friday night, you’re going to get dressed up and then we’re gonna go to Greendale and go to that club, Brightstars and then you’re gonna get bu-” 

“You don’t need to finish that sentence.” You reply and he nods proudly before letting go. You drop back onto the floor and smooth your uniform out. 

It’s fine, you got this. You can be the bigger person and you can put any petty differences aside for an easy working environment. Fangs has already ruined enough of your life, he doesn’t need to ruin this to. 

Apparently he does though, because not two seconds after you’ve had that life-altering thought, does he walk through the doors of Pop’s. The bell rings to announce his presence and everyone turns to look at him. 

Sweet Pea buries his head in a menu, despite having already eaten. You frantically look around the place to try and find somewhere to hide, but instead you just watch as Olivia’s face lights up as she greets her boyfriend. The two of them kiss, his hands grip her waist and there is far too much tongue involved to be doing it in public. 

Before you can stop yourself, a disgusted expression has already settled on your face and when Olivia turns around to introduce you to him, you try your best to smile through it. 

“Do you guys know each other?” She asks while leading him over to the counter. Sweet Pea shuffles further away and grabs another menu to cover his face. You mumble a few curse words at him and vow than the next break you’re not just going to hit him with the rag, you’re going to choke him with it before you muster the politest smile you possibly can. 

“Yeah. We went to school together!” You say before Fangs can say anything. He looks at you surprised and you narrow your eyes at him before looking back at Olivia. “We all did. Didn’t we Pea.” You add and snatch the menu’s from him. 

He sits up straighter, forcing an awkward smile before nodding slowly. 

“Yeah, we-er. We used to hang out.” He adds and Olivia looks at Fangs surprised. 

“You never mentioned a Y/n and a-” 

“Sweet Pea.” He says and you grab the empty plate and glass from in front of him. 

“Wait, is it because they’re friends with that crazy ex you told me about?” She wonders and you freeze. You raise an eyebrow at him and he gulps. “Fangs used to date this girl and they were together for a really long time, but then he broke up with her because well, I guess he just wanted other things. She was crying and begging him to stay and it was a whole mess. Funny story we met when he was throwing away all her old furniture. I asked him what the smoke was about and he told me he was just burning some bad memories.” She laughs and the glass breaks under your grip. The noise causes you all to jump and suddenly it’s all too much. 

Tears spring to your eyes and you quickly dump the apron on the counter. 

“I’m gonna go clean this, can you cover for me Pea?” You ask and he stands, his face full of concern as he watches you disappear out the back. 

Olivia grabs a dustpan and brush and starts cleaning up while Fangs just stares at the floor. Guilt burrows further into his chest as he stares at the broken glass and his new girlfriend cleaning it up. 

“I didn’t mean to upset her.” She says. “Where they friends or something?” She asks and Sweet Pea shrugs. 

“Yeah, something like that.” He sends Fangs a glare. 

“I’ll go see if she’s okay.” He says suddenly and Sweet Pea’s glare only worsens. 

“Do you really think that’s a good idea?” He asks. 

“Nope.” He takes a deep breath before following you through the kitchen and into the office. The door swings open and you sigh, too busy trying to pick glass from your hand to look up at it. 

“I’m fine Sweet Pea. Could you just pass me the first aid box?” 

“Here.” Fangs says and you quickly look up, your eyes widen at the dark haired boy standing in front of you. They soon darken once you snatch the box from him and place it on the desk. 

“What do you want Fangs?” 

“I’m sorry.” He kneels in front of you, forcing you to look at him. The already small office feels suddenly a lot smaller once you look into his eyes and suddenly you feel like you can’t breathe. 

“For what? For breaking my heart, betraying my trust or for telling your new girlfriend, which you found after just a month, that I’m somehow the bad guy in this story?”

“Ye-” 

“You know what Fangs.” You stand and slam the box on the table. “I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to hear about you or your new life or how sorry you are. I don’t give a fuck.” You shout and back him into a corner. 

His eyes drop to your lips and your breath hitches under his stare. Was he really thinking about kissing you after everything? But even worse, were you really thinking about letting him? His hands grip your hips, pulling you even closer to him and your lips ghost over his own. 

“Do you think about me when you kiss her?” You whisper in his ear and he nods slowly. “Do you think she can taste me when you kiss her?” You add and his eyes flutter closed. The grip on your hips tighten and he leans in, but the door swings open and he quickly jumps away from you. 

“Sorry to interrupt.” Olivia apologises awkwardly. “Are you guys okay?” 

“Just arguing.” You reply and force a smile. “We’re good now though aren’t we Fangs?” 

“Yeah.” He nods. “Just fine.” 

“Come on Olivia. Tell your boyfriend to get out because we have work to do.” You say and smile at the two of them. They share a look and a short kiss before Fangs disappears back through the kitchen. 

You follow closely and watch from the kitchen door as he looks back one last time before leaving. Olivia forces a tight lipped smile at you before busying herself with cleaning some of the booths down. 

“Sweet Pea?” You ask and he hums in reply. “You’re right...I am bitter.” 

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02.14.2022

Dearest Sally, 

Happy Valentine's Day! I've had the pleasure of telling you this for three years now! Well, three years in this reality. Overall, if memory serves, it's our fifth Valentine's Day. And honestly…

I'm just as in love with you as I was in the beginning. So please, sit back and relax as I make an utter fool of myself, waxing romantic over you, Salvador Anthony Fisher.

I remember the first time I saw you, in Dr. Wardwell's psych 101 class at Nockfell Community College. Even though it was August,  you wore a blue flannel shirt, unbuttoned over a Red Hot Chili Peppers t-shirt and black jeans. Your hair was in pigtails and your prosthetic covered your face. Even though I couldn't see it,  I knew you were beautiful under there. Dr. Wardwell started calling roll in that brisk, abrupt way she does when she's having an off day. You know, just calling last names, even though we had multiple students with the same last name in class.

You were staring a little too hard at your hands after you caught a glance of me looking at you. I'm sorry for my rudeness,  but at least it makes sense now. You started chipping your nail polish like you do when you're nervous and the tips of your ears were a little pink. Dr. Wardwell called your last name and you answered without looking up.

Dr. Wardwell worked through the class roster and I answered when she called me.  Only then did you look at me. Your blue eye(s) met mine and it was like time stopped with a bolt of lightning forking down from the sky to strike us, even though we were inside. We both kind of jumped, just slightly, barely noticeable.

Well except to everyone but Dr. Wardwell. Later. At the end of class, Dr. Wardwell paired up the students for a project. She put us together, probably because she had noticed the glances we both had been stealing of each other  all ninety minutes. 

I collected my things at the end of class and walked over to your desk just as you stood up. You still hadn't hit your last growth spurt, ever the late bloomer, so we were the same height.

I smiled at you and the tops of your ears were slowly turning bright pink. I told you hi.

"Hey... I'm Sal."

"Grace."

And the rest is history.

Fast forward to our first Valentine's date the following February. You'd grown a little taller, that growth spurt hitting around Christmas, maybe three inches. I'd gotten my nose pierced and you helped me dye my hair for the first time. It turned out pretty good, didn't it?

We'd both decided that we didn't want the whole flowers, chocolates and fancy dinner. Being a college kid sucks sometimes. Instead we opted for a movie night with dinner that we would make together. Since you'd not moved in with Toddy and Neil yet, Larry let us use the basement apartment, telling us he wouldn't be in till late anyway and that we could use Lisa's old room "just in case things get *eyebrow wiggle* romantic."

We tried watching some of those sappy romance flicks, and eventually found some romcoms that weren't nearly as bad. We made cookies and pizza and cuddled. That was right after I saw your face for the first time,  so yes,  while we did cook, bake, and watch movies,  there was also kisses. So many kisses. We did end up staying in

Lisa's old room, but it wasn't like that. Neither of us had been willing to end the date and ended up falling asleep on the couch. Larry woke us up around 3AM when he came in. So you moved us to the spare room and we cuddled up to let sleep wash over us again. 

The next year was pretty much the same, except it was at Toddy and Neil's. You wrote a song for me,  a really cheesy one asking me to move in with you. I loved it and was laugh-crying so hard that all I could do was nod.

Admittedly,  our third Vday sucked, absolutely. You were in prison, and our "date" was a legal meeting that Neil attended as well, so it probably doesn't count :/. Still, I was glad they let us hold hands, and even more glad that you thought up the whole "mask drop" plan that allowed you to sneak me a quick kiss when we both bent to pick it up. They never let us have another meeting like that. I'd rather not revisit this one.

My favorite Valentine's Day with you was actually after you found me in this reality. We actually dressed up and went out to a very expensive restaurant, the kind where the chef picks the meal, you only have two choices. I got the squab (read pigeon), and you got the alligator. But we ended up sharing everything anyway. Then after the last curl of chocolate and the last trail of whipped cream from the cheesecake was gone, we went on a refreshing walk on the river bridge. The city had it lit up, all red, pink and white. We got engaged that night, you proposed on one knee right in the middle of the bridge. Even took your prosthetic off so I could kiss you after I said yes. And the next day,  the courthouse proclaimed us man and wife because we didn't want to wait any longer. 

Last year, we were snowed in. I'd just gotten you on at the dispensary. My favorite part of each work day is watching you over on the gear side, bullshitting with patients, helping them pick out products. Showing that old lady how to operate a dab pen was priceless.

Anyway, our fourth Vday, we were supposed to be at work. Unfortunately, the snow was too high and we couldn't even get our car out. So we called in and spent the next three days (our Lost Weekend) cozy, warm, and full of soup that we threw together. This one is probably my second favorite.

Which brings us to this year. We're in Nockfell, trying to convince Larry that you're not some creepazoid that stole Sal-from-this-dimension's identity, as his Sal is dead. I really hope he comes around soon. This trip has been a whirlwind of fun, love, weird events and just- life!

I wouldn't want to be anywhere else,  doing anything else. Just to be with you. 

I love you. So. Much, Sally. You're 100% my other half and I feel so lucky that we found each other- again.

Happy Valentine's Day!!

⚘⚘⚘⚘⚘⚘ (red tulips mean eternal love in the language of flowers💖)

💖Grace

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99 Perspectives on a Single Love Story #61

A/N: The Story of Kurt and Blaine told through the eyes of everyone else but them. Each chapter is a different perspective in the ongoing tale of their love story.

I started something like this a while back - and now I’m taking the idea and really running with it. Each chapter is a ficlet of a different character at a different point in Kurt and Blaine’s life - documenting their love story. This starts in Audition, and each chapter will be paired with a different episode until reaching Dreams Come True.

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Author Notes: 

A) This is what happens when you literally have earmarked every other character for another chapter. This. B) Everything in this chapter is based on things I found on Amazon. It was a goldmine. C) Yes, it mentions Glee on the Amazon page. D) Please don't sue me Boyfriend Pillow people - this is free advertising...

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Still, my heart was broken and the last thing I wanted was to meet someone.

But then I met Henry. And he was different. He wasn't like any other guy I had ever met. Henry doesn't drink, smoke, hang out in bars or strip clubs. He doesn't watch sports all weekend or play video games. He doesn't snore either!

Of course I immediately thought that something had to be wrong with him.  But I couldn't find anything. He has an immaculate taste when it comes to fashion and his fingernails are always perfectly manicured and his skin is just sooo smooth. Although we just met, Henry told me he wants to spend every night with me. He said he'll make sure that I always fall asleep with his arm wrapped around me. I was immediately in love. Could it be that I finally found the perfect guy?

We just spent our first night together and I have to say he was the perfect gentleman. He didn't try and do anything sketchy nor did he toss and turn and accidentally hit me. He is so quiet, I don't even know if he had to use the bathroom at night. Well, if he did, he definitely put the toilet seat and lid back down. Yay!! He didn't even complain about me drooling all over him.

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