#I can’t believe I still hated him two episodes ago

[tmcsartstuff]

Loser, baby reprise idea

If we get a reprise of loser, baby in season 2 I want it to be the opposite of the original song.

like wether that be something going on with alastor, his gambling/ alcohol tendencies, or the fact that he hates he’s a winged cat. Maybe, if we wanna be angsty, all three. 

Like how the OG song was a combination of ANGEL’s relationship with VAL, his self destructing habits like drugs and alcohol, and his self hatred for his body and being a toy for Val, (or a PET, like how Alastor sees husk!) 

And then I believe this would take place somewhere more personal like in a enclosed room or bathroom or even at the hotel bar, where the OG was in a messy open setting on some rando street.

Preferably it would be later in the season so there would be a bigger break and relationship development to help the reprise hit harder since it has ALREADY become their song. (And to help the pacing)

So husk would be all down in the dumps and Angel would lift him up the same way Husk did to him all those months ago but since then, their relationship has become deeper and sweeter so it would be slightly more… cute? 

Like I don’t want something as light as the more than anything reprise compared to the original song where it just becomes lighter and more natural, no.

I want it to be sweeter in a way where it reflects how these two are still struggling together, are still losers together but it’s become less insulting and more lighthearted and teasing. like we already see in episode 8 that the losers thing has become a cute lil joke. 

So, it developed even more to where the reprise makes it genuinely sweet while not dumbing down on the purpose of the original song? That would be PERFECTION.

It would be shorter than the og since it is a reprise, and it would NOT be where they kiss. I have many ideas for when they kiss (if they even do cuz omg I love slow burns but idk if I could wait ANOTHER season if we even get a S3) probably about a minute long like the other reprises.

Since I’m so hyperfixated on this idea, I already imagine the main line is changed ever so slightly. 

Instead of ‘you’re A loser baby,’ it’s something super sappy and romantic like ‘you’re MY loser, baby,’ and they would both joke about how soft and stupid they’ve become?!?! I would MELTTTT.

I highly doubt if this were to happen these would be the lyrics by here’s my idea of how it would kinda go 

Angel to husk: so things look bad, and you’re back’s against the wall… *much slower, lighter, softer.

You’re whole existence seems, fuckin’ hopeless..

You’re feelin’ filthy as a {I feel like they would change the lyric here, but it would depend on the context and setting to make it work. Like how the og was outside a gross bar, the line ‘dive bar bathroom stall’ fit for that situation. Or it’s just a general metaphor and I’m insane.}

Can’t face the world sober, and dopeless… [ok imagine instead if it getting higher here like the OG song it gets LOWER? It would be a nice change for a reprise : o]

You’ve lost.. you’re way… but you know you’re life ain’t wrecked {There’s two ways the buildup to the chorus rewrite could go. - 

They could keep it the same, or change it up in a way to where Angel is referring to how Husk already helped him through this and this situation and how he knows it’s pointless to dwell. Which is why he’s helping husk now with the same problem, but he’s just a dumbass because he knows this! Reflecing on the original song idea of ‘yeah you’re pathetic but so am I with you’ kinda mentality.}

So I guess we’re correct… {or, as I originally said, OG lyrics BASED ON story context. Obviously idk what S2 is gonna be like lol}

You’re my loser, baby, my loser, goddamn baby you’re my fucked up little whiney bitch, you’re a loser just like me.

*And I would adore it if husk just did a sarcastic scoff and said ‘thanks asshole’*

You’re my screws-loose boozer and only one star reviewser [this line on they would sing it togetherrr]

You’re a {Depending on if the OG song was saying that Husk was also a power bottom and that was his company or if he just generally had company is still unclear to me, so they could hypothetically keep that line or take a spin on it where they joke about, say, husk being a submissive top? I’m just flowing with ideas gosh} [I wouldn’t be able to make a clever rhyme for that joke except for this so why not] >>>>>>

You’re a sub top at/off the highest rooftop, but you’ve got company~* in a more flirty and teasing tone cuz husk was also teasing him a lot in loser, baby* 

I will not explain the joke but it’s pretty self explanatory [The roof is considered either the most empty or luxurious part of a building, it can also be roofs, flying, wings I THOUGHT ABOUT THIS! And off if we want be a lil… dark if we ain’t referring to flying 🤨] 

|Anyways I ain’t no professional songwriter in any way that’s just a little personal dumb line|

And then it would end! Like I said not in a kiss like the more than anything reprise cuz I don’t really want another chaggie parallel? (Not saying the chaggie and huskerdust parallels are bad it’s just parallels between the f/f couple and m/m couple when they’re both very different I don’t want to be many) - 

I think it would be a hug or a soft snuggle or something more simple get intimate like that : P since Angel needs sweet stuff not more ‘sexual’ :/ advancements.

Or this whole thing is pointless cuz the point of the song was Husk telling Angel once and for all that he’s not alone and they wouldn’t need to bring it up again? But we already got the instrumental so there’s slight hope…

Anyways, if we were to get a loser baby reprise that is just my personal idea of what I think would happen! Obviously the second season is already written but if something even remotely similar happens to this I will be happy. Hell maybe I was right on point but it’s highly unlikely haha

Toodles~ |I didn’t write this at 2 am instead of sleeping on a school night cuz I had 2 assignments due whatttt|

#Hazbin hotel #Hazbin hotel season 2 #Hazbin hotel idea #Huskerdust #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel angel dust #not really a theory just an idea #loser baby hazbin hotel #love these sillies #Rants #rants n rambles #spouting ideas #I’m too invested in this concept #Long post #hazbin hotel season 1 #hazbin hotel song #reprise concept #Just me being silly #The line you’re MY loser baby still makes me melt omg I just love that

[haknom]

A CHRISTMAS SPECIAL — YANG JUNGWON

EPISODE FOURTEEN — i like you (0.8k words)

You looked down at your phone, rereading Yeonjun’s text message, then back at the sign a few steps away from you—Lustre Cafe.

The bus that dropped you off drove away, a cloud of smoke trailing behind it as you stared at the sign for a bit longer.

Would you regret whatever you were about to do? What if he truly felt like shit because of you? Oh, you felt terrible. Still, it wasn’t your fault your heartbeat didn’t calm down even an hour after the kiss.

You approached the door, opened it, and sighed at the sudden warmth.

Just like the first time.

“Hi, welcome to Lustre Cafe. What can I get—” Jungwon paused. He looked up from the clipboard he held with wide eyes. He knew that perfume from anywhere.

“Can we talk?” You asked out of breath for no reason.

He looked around, checking if there were any customers coming in soon. As much as he wanted to talk with you, he couldn’t.

“I can’t. I’m working.” He said, giving you the cold shoulder even if he didn’t mean to.

“When you’re on break?” You asked, hoping he’d say yes. He hesitated but eventually agreed.

“What can I get for you?” He asked, going back into character. You eyed the menu in curiosity even if it was obvious you wouldn’t get anything new.

“A medium hot chocolate and the Christmas special sugar cookies.” You said as he punched in the items into the cash register.

You tapped on the counter in an attempt to ignore the intense awkwardness but failed. It was too strong.

“Your order will be called when ready. Please proceed to the pickup station.” He said, avoiding eye contact. You nodded awkwardly and moved out of the line, allowing another customer to order.

Wow, that was terrible. Hopefully he doesn’t ditch on you.

You looked around the cafe, noticing the table you always sat at was taken. You sighed, searching for another table, spotting one that was near a window. Anything would do at this point.

It felt like you picked up your order a moment ago, but no, you were wrong. You were completely unaware of the fact that 30 minutes had gone by and Jungwon was approaching you.

“So?” He began while taking a seat beside you.

“What do you want to talk about?” He asked, startling you out of your thoughts. You looked over at him, spinning in his direction. He still had his apron on and his hair was slightly messy due to the amount of times he combed it back out of stress.

“Yesterday—New year’s.” You fumbled over your words, forgetting that New year’s was two days ago.

“What? The kiss?” He asked as you gulped. He was able to say those words so easily while you hesitated to do so. It was unfair.

“Yeah… The kiss.” You mumbled.

“Did you mean it?” You asked, staring straight into his eyes as he did the same.

Jungwon stayed quiet. He was shocked he was able to keep up a nonchalant aura for this long as if his heart wasn’t screaming inside his chest right now.

“Why wouldn’t I?” He blurted, shocking both you and himself. Your brows furrowed in confusion. What did he mean?

“Let’s be honest with each other, okay?” He began, placing his hands into his lap to play with the felt of his apron.

“I like you… A lot actually.” He said, causing your eyes to widen. He reciprocated your feelings this whole time?

“I didn’t bother to text you that night after you left because you seemed, well, uncomfortable. I thought you hated me, and best believe, I was heartbroken at the thought.” He explained.

“It’s fine if you do. We can stay as close friends or distance ourselves from each other. Anything you’re okay with.” He said, his own words making his heart ache as they came out of his mouth.

“Won,” you began. He swore he was about to explode due to the nickname.

“If we're being honest here, then I also feel the same way.” You said, a frown making its way to his face.

“I mean I also like you a lot. Not the hating part.” You exclaimed and the frown from earlier turned into a smile as his ears were now an obvious shade of red.

“I left the other day because my heart wouldn’t stop racing… It was the first thing I thought of, I’m sorry.” You apologized, hoping he would accept it.

“It’s fine, it’s understandable. But, Maeumi won’t stop barking at the door sometimes. I think he misses you.” He said while chuckling as you smiled.

“When are you free? I’ll fulfill his wish of seeing me again.” You teased, hoping it would be soon. You missed that fur ball too.

“Uh, after my shift?” He asked and you nodded, smile growing even more.

“Sounds good to me.”

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[fazedlight]

Do-Over (supercorp ficlet, 100th episode angst, no plot impact after)

Rao, I can’t believe we did it.

She had nearly given up, after the last timeline - she could still feel the sting of kryptonite in her veins, the harrowing image in her mind of the green stone in Lena’s chest, as she refused to fight her. “Then you will die screaming.”

But the odds of another world like that - where Lena used 5th dimensional magic, blocking Mxy out - was low. So after Kara caught her breath and shook off her nerves, they decided to give it another few goes.

They hit it in the very next shot. Kara had decided to jump forward again, meeting Lena just after an uncomfortable incident in the elevator to Sam’s apartment - “I can never trust her again” - and giving her the truth. And Lena had been pissed, at first. But over the course of the timeline, she thawed. Kara and Mxy found themselves watching a movie night, Kara’s head in Lena’s lap as Lena gently scritched the blonde’s hair, Kara dozing off in the middle of the second Pirates of the Caribbean. 

“This is it,” Kara said, delighted as she turned back to Mxy. “She doesn’t hate me! No one died! This is it-”

But Kara cut off suddenly, watching the screen with widening eyes, as a sheepish and fond confession fell from Lena’s lips. And she found herself a voyeur to her own dreams, watching herself as this other Kara sat up, cheeks turning a bright pink with her own confession, before the two women’s lips gently met.

“Turn it off,” Kara said, jumping off the couch and turning away from the television. “Turn it off, Mxy.” “But this-” Mxy stuttered, confused. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

Yes, Kara thought to herself, overwhelming anguish ripping through her body. Because it was everything. Everything that could’ve and should’ve happened.

Had she not been such a fool.

It was a misguided endeavor, she realized now. She could’ve ignored her misgivings, for a time anyway. Embrace a reality where she and Lena were friends again, where she had never hurt her, or at least not driven her so far.

But the pit of nausea in Kara’s stomach grew. Because the idea of being in Lena’s arms, being in her bed, feeling her wanting body, without Lena ever knowing what Kara had done, suddenly felt anathema. It wouldn’t be real. It would simply be Kara taking advantage of her again, far worse than before.

“I’m keeping the real timeline,” Kara said brokenly. “I can’t… I can’t run from this. I- I don’t know how I’m going to fix this. But I can’t undo my mistakes like this.”

Mxy’s eyes gentled at the turned-away kryptonian, holding back a sigh of relief as he snapped his fingers, the projector and reels of film and popcorn dissipating back to his dimension. It was ironic, really, that all of his fake timelines had only made the kryptonian dig in her heels, eager to find something that actually worked. But the one real timeline he had them glimpse - back on Earth-413, before the Crisis - was the one that led to her finally accepting that she couldn’t change time.

Which was great, because neither could he.

Kara took a deep, steadying breath, turning back to Mxy. “I know it didn’t turn out the way we expected,” Kara said, handing back Mxy’s recorder with his backwards-recorded name. “But you still helped me, Mxy. Now I know the only way out is through.”

The kryptonian stood - sad, but hopeful again - and Mxy gave a small smile. As with so much of the mystery of the universe, he couldn’t say how or when Kara and Lena would find their way. He only knew that they would.

“It’s true what you said, Kara,” Mxy said, thinking of the words the woman in front of him had said, not all that long ago. That’s all this endeavor was, really, returning that favor. “Magic can’t be forced. It has to be found.” And it will.

#angst with a hopeful ending #I just didn't feel satisfied with the ending of the 100th episode so here's another do-over #supercorp fanfic #supercorp ficlet #supercorp #mel writes ficlets

[thewayuarent]

Mew, Ray and self-sabotage

Okay, let’s talk about Ray and Mew situation.

I’m actually not surprised AT ALL because of course those two idiots are going to jump on each other for all the stupidest reasons and of course they won’t be good. But I love it for them, honestly. They need that experience to move on. And their reasoning I called stupid a second ago? I get it, I truly do.

Mew. I mean, it’s kind of obvious that Mew uses Ray to get over Top, right? But why Ray? Cause he’s heartbroken and wants someone who loves him no matter what and who will choose him over everyone and everything and Ray is just that person? Yes.

Is it because he knows that choosing Ray of all people will hurt Top more, just as Top choosing Boston hurt him? Yes!

Is it because of Mew hates losing control? Yes. Don’t get me wrong, I do believe that Mew loves Top and genuinely hurt by him cheating. But I can’t stop thinking about that line

Mew hates the fact he was lied to. That he believed someone only to be proven naive. It makes him feel stupid. It makes him lose control. He feels like he has no control over Top because, well, he loves him.

With Ray though? It would never happen. And not only cause Ray being whipped over Mew to an unhealthy level. But because Mew doesn’t love him (and they both know it).

He said “You never hurt me once” and I think: really? How? Maybe not purposely, maybe not by his actions towards Mew, sure. But Ray’s behavior? His addictions? His self-sabotage? Why those things don’t hurt Mew? The reason: Ray is just not right for him and he knows that.

And while Mew does care about him as his friend, it doesn’t hurt him on the same level, cause it has nothing to do with him. And they are what, in a relationship now? And what Mew does? He’s adapting Ray’s behavior: his style, his attitude, him drinking and going crazy - everything.

But he still has all the control - because it easy to have control when feelings aren’t in a picture.

Do I blame Mew for using Ray? Honestly, no. Ray knows exactly that Mew doesn’t love him and he’s obviously fine with that on some surface level. Because I think Ray uses Mew as well.

Ray. So, beside the obvious reason that Ray loves him for years and of course takes his chance, I think there is one more reason for Ray choosing Mew over Sand so quickly. And the reason is his addiction. And relationship shift he has with Sand in this episode.

We’ve seen before that Mew talked with Ray about his addiction, sure. But never did anything about it. He never tried to actively stop Ray.

We’ve also seen before that Sand was fine with Ray drinking and having drugs. As I said in my other post, Sand unintentionally supported Ray’s addiction.

But he’s not anymore. He talks about it with brutal honesty.

He’s taking real actions now to stop Ray from drinking.

He called Ray out on his behavior and he actively tries to help Ray.

But the truth is, Ray doesn’t want help. He doesn’t want to heal at least for now. He denies having problems.

So who will he choose between Sand - telling him to stop and trying to help with that - and Mew - entering his “daddy girl” era and supporting his worst habits? (The answer is: of course he will choose someone who is at the same page with him instead of someone calling him out)

Loving Mew is easier. Being with Mew is easier. Because no matter what Mew won’t love him back. And while it hurts it also means that there is no reason to try. Ray doesn’t need to be better, or get better for Mew (and he doesn’t ready to do it for himself by that point). There is no challenge.

So they are so going to help each other to ruin themselves. It’s actually good to know that there is someone who possibly won’t let them do it, for better or for worse. Or, well, at least they’ll try to.

Sand while being pathetic and Top while blaming Ray for Mew’s life choices but nobody said they will be good at it so.

#ofts #only friends the series #only friends #only friends meta #sandray #topmew #raymew #I just hope their friendship will get through it cause I love them being friends and I don’t care

[steddiealltheway]

Part Three to Meet Ugly (Ha, I named it... I think?). Part one. Part two. AO3 Link

Eddie sits on his kitchen counter staring at the fridge. Steve’s number blurs until Eddie blinks harshly, tears falling down his face. 

He scoffs, “I’m not going to cry about him.” He angrily wipes at his face, taking in deep breaths as more tears fall. He feels his bottom lip quivering and angrily hops off the counter, making his way to the phone. He glances back at the fridge and punches in the first two numbers and pauses. 

He can’t do this. It’s too soon. Besides, Steve doesn’t even know him; he can’t just call him during a breakdown. 

He thinks about his band members, specifically Gareth, but they had all voiced their harsh opinions on his relationship. None of them had met Brian, but that was reason enough to dislike him. If Eddie called any of them now, he would be met with an “I told you so,” which is exactly what he doesn’t need. 

He puts the phone back and stalks off to his room, collapsing in his bed. He turns to face where Steve was laying before and sees the handcuffs. Eddie will have to pick the lock on the other side to get them off his bed frame, but he can’t right now. 

He wants to call Steve desperately. The small period of time with him was more comforting than any point in his relationship with Brian in the past two years. 

Maybe it’s just a rebound type thing. He makes a connection with a guy that is attractive and kind and suddenly he’s calling it something more than it is. 

Eddie curls up on himself and tries to fight the spiraling episode he can feel himself diving head-first into. 

Two fucking years. 

Eddie thinks of all the shows he’s done that Brian never came to. The Thanksgivings he’s spent with his Uncle Wayne gushing about a guy who wouldn’t even show up. The key he gave Brian a year ago, expecting him to understand the grand gesture of moving in with him, but Brian had put off the move for an entire year. The holiday parties at Brian’s job where Eddie insisted, he would behave and say he was just Brian’s friend, but Brian would always argue that he didn’t want to take the risk.  

But he would promise that eventually – always eventually – he would be there. 

And Eddie believed him. That might be the worst part.  

Maybe the worst part was how oblivious he’s been this whole time. How long has he been cheating? And how many times has he used Eddie’s fucking bed? 

The thought makes him want to throw up and wash his sheets. Luckily, he washed them the day before, ironically enough because he wanted to have clean sheets after Brian came to see his show.  

But knowing that Steve was the stranger in his bed makes him feel more comfortable with putting it off until the next day.  

Eddie closes his eyes for a few moments then punches his pillow as soon as more questions about Brian flood his head. He opens his eyes and sees the handcuffs again. 

He reaches out and holds onto the end where Steve’s wrist used to be. He closes his eyes, imagining Steve could still be there, rambling on and making him forget his miseries.  

He’ll call tomorrow. 

-:-:-:-:-:- 

“Wakey wakey, baby.” 

Eddie groans hating how Brian always had the worst way of waking him up. 

Brian. 

Must’ve been a weird fucking dream. Eddie opens his eyes and spots the handcuffs on his headboard that he’s still somehow gripping onto. He sits up and wipes at his face, finding flakey tear residue embarrassingly down his face. 

Not a fucking dream.  

“Oh, baby, you don’t look too good, but I brought blueberry muffins,” Brian says holding up a bag.  

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Eddie asks, staying in his bed, hoping this is a nightmare. 

Brian shakes the bag as if to answer. Eddie stares at him. “Damn,” Brian laughs, “I thought you’d be able to move past yesterday’s incident but someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.” 

“Get out.” 

Brian rolls his eyes. “Come on, let’s get some food in you while I explained what happened.” He wanders out towards the kitchen, and Eddie wishes more than anything that he had a bat near him. Instead, he stalks over to the closet and starts pulling out anything that Brian might own. 

“Baby, what are you doing? There are muffins in the kitchen,” Brian says as he comes back into Eddie’s room.  

Eddie starts throwing Brian’s items on the ground, moving on to his dresser and desk next. 

“Are you going to even let me explain?” Brian asks sounding clearly agitated. 

Eddie shakes his head in disbelief, ripping up a generic hallmark birthday card with the only personal thing written being “Love, Brian.” Eddie throws the scraps on the ground along with his other random items. “Explain what? How you’ve been using the key to my fucking apartment to trick random people into having sex with you.” 

“Oh, baby, is that what he told you?” 

Eddie turns and points a finger in Brian’s face. “Don’t fucking call me ‘baby.’” 

Brian pushes Eddie’s hand out of his face and explains, “Eds, he was lying to you. He approached me. Asked me if I could show him the ropes when it comes to hooking up with guys. And I took him back here because my roommate was home, and I showed him a few things. I never intended to sleep with him though, so it’s not even cheating.” 

Eddie’s heart drops to his stomach. “And how many guys did you so call ‘show them the ropes’?” 

“Only a few. Don’t worry, I never went far enough to need to get tested. Now come on, get your muffins. They’re your favorite.” 

Eddie searches Brian’s face, trying to find the person he thought he knew. 

“Fuck you,” Eddie says, “And get out of my fucking house.” 

Brian throws up his hands. “What’s fucking wrong with you, Eds?” 

“What’s wrong with me?” Eddie yells. He huffs out a humorless laugh. “Oh, I don’t know. I find out my boyfriend has been hooking up with people but doesn’t consider it cheating. Then I realize that he’s a fucking asshole and always has been. How have I never seen it?” Eddie stalks off to the kitchen, hands in his hair. “Now, I think it’s time you give me my fucking key and get the fuck out before I actually lose my shit,” Eddie warns him. 

“You don’t mean that,” Brian scoffs. 

Eddie holds out his hand not trusting himself to speak without yelling and straining his vocal cords.  

Brian finally starts tugging Eddie’s key off his keychain and drops in his hand. “Just for the record, I’m the best you’re ever gonna get sweetheart. Who the fuck is going to want you? You’re a nobody who thinks his awful band is going to make it somewhere. Don’t you know there’s a reason I never came to your performances or showed you off to my friends? It wasn’t because I was scared about how they would react to me being gay; it was because I didn’t want to be associated with a loser like you.” 

Eddie shakes his head, trying to ignore the pressure behind his eyes caused by elementary school type insults. He shoves the bag of muffins into Brian’s hand. “Take your fucking muffins. Blueberry were always your favorite. Never mine. While I’m at it...” Eddie trails off, going to the fridge and digging through for all the shit Brian stocked up there.  

Eddie lays random shit on his counter and slams the fridge door shut. He shoves it towards Brian but finds him staring off behind him. Eddie runs a hand over his face as he storms over to the kitchen cabinet where Brian’s coffee mug has been staying. He grabs it and turns around to hand it to Brian. 

But he isn’t where he was before. He’s by the fridge, staring at the number. 

“What’s this?” Brian asks. 

Eddie can’t answer. He can feel himself freeze. 

“He left you his number, didn’t he?” Brian questions then laughs. “You’re pathetic, you know? Let me do him a favor.”  

Brian reaches out and swipes his hand across the whiteboard, instantly erasing Steve’s number. 

Eddie’s heart drops and his blood runs cold. He raises the mug, and Brian’s eyes go wide before he bolts towards the front door. Eddie throws the mug, hearing it shatter as it makes contact with the door Brian just slammed shut. 

He runs over to the whiteboard and stares at the faint smear left. 

Eddie slowly sinks to the floor and buries his head in his hands, letting the tears flow. 

Part four

(Adding people who asked to be tagged. So sorry if I forgot anyone. Love you guys btw.

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#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie fanfic #I swear there is a part four coming #Sometimes I write like I'm in middle school again #but i hope you enjoy

[nhlclover]

the last time | arber xhekaj

summary: after arber leaves you for the second time you let him know he’s on his last strike.

request: yes / no

warnings: angst (w/ slight happy ending)

a/n: based on ‘the last time’ by taylor swift. i will take any excuse to write a taylor swift song fic. also i miss him :(

word count: 1.36k

Again. It happened again. This was the second time I had watched Arber walk out of my life. The first was five months ago.

We had been together for six months. Six months I had dealt with his schedule and late nights out after games. Six months I loved him and admired his passion. And then he broke up with me, saying he needed space. It hurt. More than any breakup I had been a part of before. But I let him go. If he needed space then I would give it to him. Two months went by where I was miserable. I had missed my boyfriend and slept alone in a bed that had become accustomed to two. Then, he was back.

He was at my door, saying he wanted me back. He said it was a mistake and he was overwhelmed with his newfound fame from being in the NHL and a new relationship. I believed him. I took him back and was happy to do so. Three months passed by where we pretended like we had missed no time. No skipped anniversaries, no missed date nights. We were good for three months before we were sitting in my living room, Arber telling me this was a mistake.

“I thought I was ready but I wasn’t.” He said. He had a hurt look on his face, the same one he wore when he left me the first time. “It will only hurt us more if I stay. And I don’t want to hurt you anymore baby.”

Once again, I let him go. I was left miserable once again, seeing little remnants of his touch on my life everywhere I went. Anytime I saw the Montreal logo I thought of him and his passion for the game. Anytime I heard Morgan Wallen I remembered the time we danced on the balcony at 2 am to Somebody’s Problem. 

On what should’ve been our one-year anniversary, I sat alone in my room, my tv playing an episode of Hell’s Kitchen that was barely holding my attention. My eyes burned from the tears that came in with every new memory that passed through my head. The memories of the boy I still loved — because my feelings hadn’t yet diminished — ran through my head like a movie. First kiss, first date, the first time he told me he loved me and how quickly I said it back. The first time he got in a fight on the ice and the mixture of the sense of pride and fear that coursed through me. Every career milestone and how happy I was for him.

But with all the good memories, I remember the bad ones. I remember how alone I felt when he left the first time, then how utterly stupid I felt when he left me for the second time. I couldn’t go out with my friends for the fear of seeing him made my anxiety spike. I remember lying awake at night, wracking my brain for answers because, even though Arber explained why he ended things, it felt like I was missing something.

A knocking sound coming from the front of the house pulls me from my thoughts, sending a wave of fear through me. It was the dead of winter and the middle of a snowstorm at nearly 10 pm, who would be coming to my door? I got out of my bed and slowly walked to the front door. The knocking persisted, getting louder every few seconds. I grabbed the tennis racket that sat on the floor of the coat closet and slowly cracked open the door.

The sight of the person on the other side sent a different kind of fear through me. Arber stood on my front stoop, a bouquet of pink and white tulips in hand. I opened the door fully, the cold air from outside causing goosebumps to form on my exposed legs. 

Arber’s eyes are soft and delicate when he looks into mine which are bloodshot and lined with soaked eyelashes.

“Why are you here?” I ask even though I already know the answer. 

“I fucked up…” He croaks out. “I can’t stop thinking about you…here alone. I hate that I caused this.”

He motions to my face on which tears have once again begun streaking down. I wipe them away using the sleeves of my sweater which just so happened to have belonged to Arber. “Can I come in?” He asks me.

I’m tempted to turn him away. To tell him no. He’s hurt me more than once and if I let him in, I can’t be sure he won’t again. But the moment I saw his face, all our good moments clouded over the bad ones, and it’s like everything was better. My love for him overshadows any hurt he made me feel. How could I possibly turn him away when I love him this much?

I opened the door fully, letting him in, and shutting the door behind him. As he removed his coat, he glanced down at the tennis racket in my hand. Arber looked at me his eyebrows furrowed.

“Arber, you came to my house in the middle of a snowstorm at 10 pm.” I tell him, putting the racket back in the closet. “I wasn’t just going to answer the door unarmed.”

Arber walks into my home, finding his way to the kitchen. He goes into the cabinet where I keep my vases and takes the scissors from their place in the drawer to cut the stems. He still remembered where I kept everything.

There are a few moments of silence as I watch him cut the stems, placing each flower into the vase. He fills the vase with water, putting it on the counter in front of me.

“Thank you, they’re beautiful.” I say softly.

“I know you like tulips.” He replied. I sigh, looking past the flowers at him. “I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry baby.”

I avert my eyes feeling them begin to brim with tears. He comes around the counter, sitting on the barstool beside mine. “I know you’ve already given me a chance before and I blew it but… Please, y/n.”

“Why?” I ask him, looking at him with tears steadily falling from my eyes. “Why should I give you another chance, Arber? All you’ve done is prove you don’t deserve another one. I’ve given you a second chance and you wasted it.”

“I can’t tell you how much I’ve changed since, y/n.” He says. “I’ve grown as a person. I’ve found a way to deal with what it's like playing in the NHL and I know I can cope now. On top of that, I have never been as miserable as I am without you.”

I look at him, reading his expression carefully. His eyes scream nothing but sadness, the bags under his eyes telling much of the story. “How do I know you won’t leave me again?” I croak out.

“Baby, I can promise you I will never leave you again.” Arber says, cupping my cheek with his hand, wiping away a tear with his thumb. “I understand if you need time to think about it.”

There are so many thoughts going through my head all at once. I weigh out the bad memories and the good ones. I find my mind overwhelmed with the good ones, the love I have for Arber completely swaying my decision.

“Okay.” I say.

“Okay?” Arber repeats. “You’ll take me back?”

Arber has a grin on his face, bigger than the one he had when I told him I loved him. I nod. He scoops me up from the chair, spinning me around. Arber sets me down but keeps me in his arms. 

“Thank you, y/n.” He mumbles into my neck.

I wrap my arms around his neck, holding him close. The familiar scent of his cologne washed over me, comfort enveloping me. I lean back from Arber, looking up at him.

“This is the last time I’m letting you back in,” I tell him. 

“This is the last time I’ll ask.” He says.

#arber xhekaj #arber xhekaj imagine #arber xhekaj x reader #nhl imagine #nhl #montreal canadiens #hockey #angst #luvzegras

[andiwriteordie]

hi :) coming at you with a v-day prompt that you can totally take or leave!

thinking about hawkins high student council organizing a compatibility quiz to find your perfect valentine (a la S3E3 of Never Have I Ever) and byler gets each other as 100% perfect matches in the midst of their will-they-won't-they era. Cue them blushing and hiding their results from the rest of the party at first, but then ultimately deciding to confess to each other, etc... will leave the rest up to you :)

okay so i have actually never watched never have i ever, and... i could've gone and watched that episode... but i didn't... so hahaha here's my spin on this!

honestly this one was so fun, and it brought my back to my days of being on student council 🥲 i got a little carried away with this one (lol it is a whopping 3.9k words) so thank you for such a fun prompt!!!

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5: made for lovin' you

Looking back on it, Will should have known this was all El’s idea.

It makes perfect sense that this would be El’s idea, after all. The idea is just so damn ridiculous, and El has been obsessed with Never Have I Ever for the year or so now. So, it just makes sense that this idea would have come from Will’s younger sister.

What doesn’t make sense is how in God’s name El managed to convince the rest of student council—including Mike, the literal senior class president—to create a Valentine's Day compatibility test as part of their annual fundraiser.

And what makes even less sense is how Will was convinced by his best friends and his sister to spend ten dollars of his hard-earned money to purchase the stupid test and figure out who the hell he’s compatible with at Hawkins High. 

(Ten dollars is basically like an hour of work, mind you. That’s one whole hour of listening to Robin and Steve argue with each other over whether they enjoyed working at the now permanently closed Family Video better than they do the little bookstore the three of them all work at now.)

“Results are going out today!” El says in a sing-song voice as she takes a seat at the lunch table. There’s a bright smile on her face, and she seems in a much better mood than she did when the two of them were running late for school this morning. Unlike a few hours ago, her hair is now neatly braided in two little braids—courtesy of Max, no doubt. “Are you all ready to see who you are compatible with?”

From the other side of the table, Max snorts, poking at the sad-looking meal the lunch ladies had served them today. “Sure,” she says with a shrug. “As long as the results don’t tell me I’m compatible with anyone I hate, I think it’ll be fun to see them.”

“That doesn’t leave a lot of people, you know,” Dustin points out. “You hate most people at Hawkins High.”

“Damn right, I do.” Max smirks. “But that’s just because most people here suck.”

“Remind me again how you ended up being vice president of student council?” Will asks curiously, raising an eyebrow at his friend. “Was it an intimidation thing, or…”

Max merely flips him off, and as the others laugh, Will can’t help but grin. “It’s because nobody cares about student council,” Lucas teases, and he dodges the food Max throws at him. “Sorry.”

“You definitely aren’t,” Mike says, rolling his eyes. “You two have been shitting on student council all year! Come on, it’s not that bad.”

“It’s not that bad,” Will agrees, mostly because it’s Mike, and sure, Will doesn’t care much for student council, but if Mike and the others do, then Will cares too. “It’s just fun to rile you up.” 

“And to laugh about your ridiculous events,” Lucas adds. “And fundraisers. I still can’t believe you actually got this compatibility test fundraiser approved.”

“We did have to use some intimidation there,” El says thoughtfully. “But Mike and Max are very convincing. And Dustin’s budget presentation helped too.”

“The numbers never lie,” Dustin says with a smug smile. “And by that, I mean: Principal Altmann saw that we could reasonably make about three grand off this one fundraiser, and she about lost her shit.”

“And then we ended up making even more than that,” Mike adds, just as smug. 

If it was anyone else, Will probably would’ve rolled his eyes, because honestly, there’s no need for Mike to be that damn smug about a student council fundraiser, but with Mike, Will just thinks it’s adorable. Mike’s always been someone who gets incredibly passionate about things, and even beyond his romantic feelings for Mike, as his best friend, Will’s always been happy to hear about the things that make Mike happy.

Max rolls her eyes. “Look, I might be vice president and all, but can we please stop talking about student council at lunch?” she says, scrunching her nose. “I already spend half my time thinking about this, so I really don’t want to think about student council more than I have to.”

“Me too,” Dustin chimes in. 

They both sound a bit like annoyed coworkers—which Will supposes they are, in a roundabout sort of way. And though both El and Mike seem a bit disappointed at the change of topic, they’re quick to jump back into the conversation when Lucas brings up the latest gossip about Ms. Kinney and Ms. Patton—two teachers the Party is almost certain are dating.

The rest of lunch goes by in what feels like a blink of an eye, and before Will knows it, he’s heading to the fifth period AP Lit class he shares with Mike and Lucas. The three of them settle into their seats, getting out their school-issued laptops, and Will absently scrolls through his email, since that’s just about the only damn thing you can do on these stupid things.

Barely a minute before class starts, a little notification comes up Will’s email, and he scrolls back up to the top, his brow furrowed.

And there—right at the top of his inbox—is an email.

The email.

“THE RESULTS ARE IN! WHO ARE YOU COMPATIBLE WITH?” reads subject line of the email, and Will’s breath catches. His heart does a nervous somersault, which just feels stupid since all of this is just for fun anyways. Knowing his luck, he’s probably going to end up getting paired with someone like Jennifer Hayes or some other girl. The Party will end up laughing at him, and that’ll just be confirmation of ten dollars wasted.

This test doesn’t matter.

But for some Godsaken reason, Will can’t help but feel nervous as he clicks into the email. At the front of the room, his AP Lit teacher begins the lecture by asking everyone about their assigned reading, but Will pays him no attention.

The email takes a moment that feels like an eternity to load.

Then, finally, the email opens up, revealing a little message in bright pink and red font explaining how the compatibility test works and thanking him for supporting the Hawkins High Student Council.

Will doesn’t see or care about any of those words.

No, his entire focus is on four words, bright red and damning, and smack dab in the middle of the email. 

MIKE WHEELER.

100% MATCH.

(Well. 

…

That was unexpected.)

—

“I just don’t understand why you won’t tell us!”

Will groans, and he fights the urge to walk out of Mike’s basement, get into his car, and drive it into the nearest giant snow pile. It probably won’t do too much damage, but it’ll do enough to save him from the interrogation he’s receiving from the Party right now.

At this current moment, he’s retracing every single step that led him to this moment of sitting on the hot seat and getting nothing but shit from his so-called best friends. A lot of mistakes brought him here—like befriending Max in eighth grade when she’d just moved from California, or stumbling into El in the woods of all places with the Party in seventh grade, or convincing Mike and Lucas to invite Dustin to their DnD campaign in fourth grade, or shyly complimenting Lucas’s X-Men backpack all the way back in first grade.

Lots of stupid mistakes made over the last decade of his life. Will hates himself for being too nice. No good deed goes unpunished and all that shit.

“Because I don’t want to,” Will stresses, for probably the thousandth time in the past hour alone. “Why does it even matter?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Max says with a shrug, and Will raises a brow at his best friend. “Or I mean… it didn’t matter, at least until you started being dodgy about it.”

“So, what?” Will makes a face. “Because I don’t want to tell you what my test results were, suddenly they matter even more to you guys?”

“Yes,” El, Max, Lucas, and Dustin chime in unison, and Will groans again, grabbing the throw pillow from off the couch and covering his face with it.

“I hate all of you,” Will mutters. “All of you except for Mike. I don’t hate you.”

Beside him, Mike chuckles, and he reaches over, patting Will’s shoulder lightly. “I don’t hate you either,” he says, and he sounds like he’s having way too much fun watching their best friends torture Will tonight. “Sorry they’re so obsessed with finding out who your match is.”

“It’s not fair,” Will groans again, lifting the pillow off his face and looking up at Mike. There’s a soft sort of amusement in his eyes, and Will’s heart—the stupid, obnoxious organ that it is—does another somersault.

Ugh. You know what else isn’t fair?

Getting a 100% match with your definitely-not-queer best friend of over ten years, whom you’ve also had a crush on since you were eleven years old.

That’s not fair, and really, Will thinks that someone out there in the universe must be laughing at him.

“It’s not fair,” Mike agrees, patting Will’s shoulder again. “If you don’t want to tell anyone, you don’t have to—”

“Wait a minute!” El exclaims, and she all but throws herself across the floor, half-landing onto Will’s chest, knocking all the air out of his lungs, and sprawling on top of him. Will lets out a little “oomph,” but El pays him no attention.

No, her entire focus is on Mike.

“Mike,” El says slowly, a smile tugging at her lips.

Mike’s brow furrows. “Yeah?”

“You have not told us who your match is,” El declares, and Mike makes a little choking sound as all the Party members turn on him, instead of Will. “Who are you compatible with?”

Mike begins to sputter—half-sentences and nervous explanations and words that don’t even really make sense. Part of Will feels bad for him, because the Party members are as vicious as they are nosy, but the other part of Will is just glad the attention has been taken off him.

“Oh my God, you’re so red right now,” Dustin says gleefully, and he and Lucas burst into laughter at Mike’s expense. “Are they that bad?”

“No!” Mike says defensively—the first coherent sentence he’s said since El’s initial question. Considering the fact that the sentence is literally only one word, Will doesn’t think that’s much of a victory. “I just… I don’t… I don’t want to tell you guys!”

Lucas scoffs. “Why not?” he asks, clearly suspicious. “Everyone else shared their results.”

“Everyone but you and Will,” Max adds. “So, that’s a little weird. What, did you guys get each other or something?”

This time, Will makes a choking noise, and he sits up, lightly pushing his sister off him. “No!” he says, probably too quickly and too suspiciously.

Everyone in the room turns to look at him, and fuck, Will’s really dug himself a hole here. First off, the Party’s number one rule has been Friends don’t lie since before the Party even really existed. And second off, Will’s a pretty shitty liar, unless it comes to games like Mafia and Secret Hitler and other covert games like that.

He’s so fucking screwed.

“That was suspicious,” Dustin remarks.

“Very suspicious,” El agrees, narrowing her eyes at Will. “Will… friends do not lie.”

“Brothers do though,” Lucas points out, and El makes a face at him. “Just saying. The point still stands for the rest of us though.”

Warmth rises to Will’s cheeks, and he winces, feeling a bit like a cornered animal. Somehow, in the span of under five minutes, he’s gone from being the Party’s primary target, to finally being free from the interrogation, to ending up in a worse place than where he started.

Again, Will finds himself questioning every decision that brought him to this place.

“You’re bright red right now,” Max says, grinning mischievously. “Holy shit, you and Mike got each other, didn’t you—”

“Maddy Morris,” Mike blurts out.

Suddenly, every person in the room turns to Mike now, and Will blinks, watching as his friend turns a bright shade of red. 

“That’s who I got matched with,” Mike explains, shrugging a bit helplessly. “Maddy from the grade below us. Cute brunette? Helps run the school newspaper? I, um… I was a 77% or something match with her.”

Much to Will’s surprise, he actually seems genuine, which is strange since Mike is also a really shitty liar. And so, for the first time since around 1 PM when that stupid email first came through, it hits Will.

Maybe Mike is a 100% match for Will.

But that doesn’t necessarily mean Will is a 100% match for Mike.

…

Oh, well that’s just fucking great. The universe most definitely hates Will.

“Maddy’s cute,” Max remarks, a curious look on her face. “She’s sweet too. We have trig together in the morning. You think you’re going to ask her out?”

(Oh, Jesus, way to rub salt in the wound.)

“I don’t know.” Mike shrugs again. His cheeks are still bright red, and he won’t quite look any of them in the eye. “Maybe. I don’t really know her though.”

“You could get to know her though,” Dustin suggests helpfully. “Couldn’t hurt, right?”

“Couldn’t hurt,” Mike echoes half-heartedly, and for a brief moment, he glances over at Will. There’s a strange look in his eyes that Will can’t quite put his finger on, but before Will can think too hard about it, Mike glances away again and adds, “Anyways. Are you all done being nosy? I thought we were going to watch a movie tonight, not talk about student council.”

He says “student council” the same way Lucas and Will do, when they like to rile their friends up—a bit mocking but without any real heat. Clearly, it’s Mike’s last desperate attempt to get their friends to change the subject, lest either of them get embarrassed any further.

“Fine,” El says, though there’s still a suspicious look on her face. “We will stop being nosy. If you let me choose the movie tonight.”

As Mike begins to sputter again, a grin forms on El’s face. “That’s the deal, Mike,” she says cheerfully, ignoring Mike’s protests. “Otherwise, I will keep asking you and Will about your real results.”

“You’re evil, you know,” Mike deadpans; then, he looks over at Will. “She’s evil, you know.”

“Trust me, I know,” Will says dryly. “I live with her, remember?”

That comment gets a pillow thrown directly at his face, but it’s worth it.

(In the end, the Party ends up watching one of El’s favorite rom coms, 10 Things I Hate About You, for probably the fiftieth time in all their years of friendship. 

And look, if Mike falls asleep on Will’s shoulder and if Will thinks Mike looks adorable with his messy hair and with his favorite blanket wrapped around his shoulders, then that’s only for Will to know.)

—

Like always, Will is the last one to leave the Wheelers’ house.

On most nights, he and El are usually the last ones to leave, since they usually take turns driving each other places, but tonight, El isn’t coming home with him. She and Max have plans to go to Indy tomorrow for their own Galentine’s Day celebration, so she’s spending the night at Max’s house. 

Sometime around midnight, all the other Party members begin to leave Mike’s house, and Mike sleepily says goodbye to them, still wrapped up like a little burrito in the old, green knitted blanket from his nana. He’s probably about five minutes away from passing out on the couch in his basement, which is exactly why Will sticks around a little bit longer to clean up the basement before he goes.

“You didn’t have to stay, you know,” Mike yawns, and Will glances up, meeting his best friend’s eyes. “I could’ve… could’ve cleaned this up t’morrow.”

Will’s stupid heart does that stupid somersault thing again, because fuck, Mike looks so adorable and so sleepy and so cuddly right now. It’s honestly not fair, just like it isn’t fair that stupid Mike is Will’s stupid 100% match, but stupid Maddy Morris is Mike’s stupid 77% match.

“It’s fine,” Will says with a shrug. “I figured I’d make your life easier.”

He throws away another empty can of Coke into the trash can and also makes a mental note to remind the Party that they’re not animals, because Jesus, this place is a mess. He has half a mind to mention it to his best friends’ parents, because God knows Mrs. Sinclair and Mrs. Henderson would probably chew Lucas and Dustin’s asses out for being rude guests.

(Not that any of them are really guests in the Wheeler household anymore. But still, it’s just the principle of the matter.)

“You’re the best, you know that?” Mike says softly.

Once again, Will looks up, and much to his surprise, he finds Mike staring at him, a curious yet soft look on his face. “What, because I’m cleaning up after our friends?” Will jokes. 

Mike’s lips quirk up into a little smile. “Yeah,” he says and shrugs, “but obviously not just because of that.”

He pauses here and purses his lips, like he’s trying to think of what to say. All the while, Will’s heart does its stuttery, nervous thing, and warmth rises to his cheeks. “You’re just… you’re so…” Mike starts to say, but his voice trails off again.

Everything goes quiet and still in the basement, and Mike stares back at Will with a familiar sort of intensity in his dark eyes. Suddenly, he seems more awake than he did moments ago, and he looks at Will like there’s something he’s dying to say. Something hangs in the air between the two of them—an electricity, a magnetism, or maybe a force that pulls Will closer and closer into Mike’s orbit. 

“Will,” Mike whispers, his voice low and raspy.

Will swallows the sudden lump in the back of his throat. “Y-yeah?” he manages to say.

“I… um… I have to tell you something,” Mike says, still just as quiet, and he stands to his feet, walking towards Will.

In just a couple long strides, Mike is right in front of Will, barely a foot away and close enough that Will can feel his warmth, and close enough that the strange feeling in the air—that electricity and that magnetism and that force pulling Will towards him—is the only thing that Will can focus on.

(Mike looks beautiful tonight, but then again, Will thinks he looks beautiful every night.)

Then, Mike does something strange.

He holds out his hand to Will to shake.

Will blinks, staring at his best friend’s hand. “Um…”

“I broke a Party rule,” Mike offers, but he doesn’t give Will any more context than that. “Just trying to make amends.”

Ah, okay, well that makes a little bit more sense. Truthfully, they haven’t really followed this little “drew first blood” rule since seventh or eighth grade, but Will supposes the tradition still stands. And like any good Party member, he should take Mike’s hand and accept his apology.

…

But before he can do that, Will needs to know what the hell Mike’s talking about here.

“What rule did you break?” Will asks, suspiciously eyeing his best friend’s hand before looking up at him again.

Mike’s lips quirk up into a little smile. “I’ll explain,” he promises. “Just… trust me?”

It’s a bold request to make—to ask Will to accept his apology before Will even knows what Mike is apologizing for—but if there’s anyone in the world that Will trusts, it’s Mike Wheeler. And besides, only Mike would go through the trouble of admitting that he’s wrong when Will hasn’t even accused him of anything.

So, without any hesitation, Will takes Mike’s hand.

The touch is like electricity, and Will’s breath catches, ever so slightly. Then, before he can process what’s happening, Mike pulls Will towards himself, so close that the two of them are barely inches apart now, bodies flush against each other.

Will, admittedly, squeaks, because hey, he was caught off guard and was not expecting that, and also because there is absolutely no way this is happening right now, and—

“I lied earlier,” Mike murmurs, his voice low. 

Will blinks, daring to look up and meet his best friend’s eyes once more. There’s a playful yet still intense look in Mike’s eyes, and he smiles slightly, like he knows a secret that Will doesn’t. 

“You… lied,” Will echoes. 

(Honest to God, it’s a miracle he’s even able to get that sentence out.)

Mike nods. “I did,” he says softly, and he doesn’t seem very apologetic. “Sorry.”

He squeezes Will’s hand gently, and warmth rushes to Will’s cheeks. His heart is pounding inside his chest—violent little palpitations that would probably make a doctor concerned for his wellbeing. But somehow, Will manages to find his voice again, and he whispers back, “When? And… why?”

A laugh escapes Mike’s lips, and blush dusts across his cheeks. “Come on, Will,” he says, just as quiet. “You know when.”

That strange look in Mike’s eyes returns, and all Will can do is stare back at his best friend—searching, wondering, and trying to figure out just what he means. The two of them have always been on the same page and always able to read each other, but somehow, in this moment, Will feels completely clueless.

“I don’t,” Will stammers, and Mike tilts his head at him, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mike.”

Mike raises a brow, and he shakes his head, offering Will a smile. “Okay, I just want the record to show,” he murmurs, and as he leans in closer, Will’s certain that all rational thoughts leave his mind, “that I am definitely not the oblivious one in this relationship.”

Then, before Will even has the chance to process that, Mike’s lips are on his, and he’s pulling Will even closer to him, wrapping his arms around Will’s waist. His lips are warm against Will’s own, and they taste vaguely of the Valentine’s Day themed cookies Mike’s mom had so graciously made for the Party tonight—sweet like sugar and filling Will with a sense that nothing has ever felt this right.

It’s a bit like the two of them were made for each other, and as Mike’s mouth moves against Will’s and the two of them find their way in this brand new, brave thing that Will’s only dreamed about up until this point, Will has to rethink his thoughts on fate.

(Okay, he still doesn’t actually believe in fate, but this works. He and Mike work.)

Mike’s the first to pull away, and it takes everything within Will not to chase after him—not that he’s gone very far, since Mike is still resting his forehead against Will’s own, his lips still close enough that they brush against Will’s when he speaks.

“You were my match, by the way,” Mike murmurs, his breath warm against Will’s skin. “If you couldn’t tell.”

Will can’t help but smile, and he moves to wrap his arms around Mike’s neck. “I kind of gathered that,” he teases back, just as soft. “You were mine too.”

A pleased smile forms on Mike’s face. “100% match?” he asks softly.

“100% match,” Will confirms, watching as the smile on Mike’s face just grows.

And Mike leans close to him again, capturing Will’s lips in another sweet kiss, Will can’t help but think that maybe… just maybe… the two of them were made for each other.

#byler #byler ficlet #andi writes not dies

[bigtittiecomitte]

“Envy and Thuzi was supposed to be endgame but they changed their mind for Nuzi”

Oh boy. I hate this phrase and I dislike anyone that says this phrase and BELIEVE that Envy and Thuzi were supposed to be the canon ships. I keep seeing this phrase from toxic shippers that just can’t accept that there were no signs of those two ships of even happening and I really want to talk about the stupid misinformation of it because if there’s a thing that toxic shippers love doing the most….it’s spread misinformation.

‼️This is not a hate post about ships, I just want to talk abt how silly it is‼️

Let’s start off with an actual fact about the show! Liam wrote the scripts for each episode before episode 2, everything was planned for a reason it did not just happen out of the blue, you can tell by specific posts that Glitch made in (Glitch posting abt Beau a year ago) and some Reddit posts of the Liam qna has a lot of interesting things so I definitely recommend checking that out. So no, Nuzi can’t be fanservice if it was planned before the ship became a popular thing, people just say it’s fanservice bc they hate seeing a crowd of people happy even though they’d be just like Nuzi shippers if N and V held hands instead

I kinda have a lot to say abt Envy so I’ll just talk about Thuzi first. Thuzi (the ship between Thad and Uzi) wouldn’t have happened in canon and it’s very simple to see why it wouldn’t work out, first of all Thad hasn’t been shown ANYWHERE ever since episode 4 and I don’t think he’ll ever been seen again unless they go inside the bunker and although people say that Thad is gone bc of his voice actor being problematic I think he was always supposed to be written out (reminder that the show was written before all of that va drama). Thad didn’t really have a role to be honest he was just kinda there lol which is what wouldn’t work out between him and Uzi since they haven’t talked since episode 2, if Liam wanted Thuzi to be endgame then he would’ve made them interact more, get people invested into the ship before it would become canon but the pilot is the only episode where Thad and Uzi properly interact (I would count episode 2 but there really weren’t any shipping moments between the two unless it’s that scene where Thad pops in but that was just Uzi being all awkward lol). I’d like to add that we have no idea how Thad feels about Uzi, he’s just friendly with everyone so it’s tough to know if Thad even likes Uzi because he hasn’t shown any sign that he has, anyways that’s just my view on Thuzi lol

Envy is a ship filled with miscommunication and I’m not going to deny that. Envy (ship between N and V) is the rival ship of N and Uzi and is the 2nd most popular ship, in my opinion, it’s not a good one at all and this isn’t because I’m a Nuzi shipper, it’s because of the toxicity of it, N and V in their DD forms is very toxic and dysfunctional, V is an okay character but people should acknowledge that V was incredibly mean to N (Ignoring him, physically assaulting him, etc) obviously it’s because of everything that happened in the mansion but that doesn’t justify her actions, N is also pretty mean to V too (insulting her, physically assaulting her, etc) I don’t blame him but it still shouldn’t be justified, couples shouldn’t be mean and hurt each other which is where the miscommunication comes into place. N and V don’t talk about their feelings, they don’t talk about why they’re the way that they are with each other, they just don’t communicate, the only positive interaction I’ve seen them have is only when they are Worker Drones but that’s it, as I said in that reblog of people blaming Uzi and wishing harm on her (btw go check that post out they describe everything SO well!) we don’t know what N and V’s relationship was before they became DD’s, they could’ve been dating, they could’ve just been friends, we have no idea how long they’ve known each other for, all we know is that they were much more nicer to each other than what we see in the entire show. Maybe if they just talked and explained their feelings to each other and why V was ignoring N for who knows how long then maybe they could’ve had a chance of being endgame but that hasn’t happened and might never will if V is dead for good, they still have a chance of talking to each other but it’s too late for them to love each other, N clearly has moved on from his crush on V (it’s been noticeable since episode 3) and has taken interest in Uzi which is the only relationship he has had with anyone that is healthier so it’s no surprise if N and Uzi start dating. People need to realise that V needs to sort herself out without N, she doesn’t need a man to suddenly make her better, she needs to do that on her own terms before talking to N and starting a friendship with him

So now that’s out the way…misinformation! If Toxic shippers had a dollar for every time they spread misinformation around they’d be a billionaire because holy hell do they love spreading false information, I’ve seen so much new fans comment underneath a Nuzi post “oh but I thought they were ____” which is really damn sad. No guys Glitch and Liam never stated which ship was going to be canon they wouldn’t just spoil it and no Nuzi didn’t just come out of nowhere, if you look just close enough, they’ve been hinted at a million times

Thanks for reading this silly thing I made at 3am, I hope it does make sense bc I might just cry if I was explaining gibberish to everyone

#murder drones #nuzi #n x uzi #raaaaaaaaaaa

[buddiedaydreamer911]

i have previously posted my 911 season seven predictions here on my page, involving the idea that Natalia will have a reaction to the knowledge of Buck being Christopher’s legal guardian in the event Eddie dies.

But now that we have seen what I like to call it “Content without Context” my prediction is only getting stronger. here’s the CWOC i’m referring too if you have not seen it yet.

I now believe that my prediction is somewhat correct, and here is how I think everything will go down.

- Buck suffers some feelings after handing his biological child away to his friends and confides in his girlfriend that he would one day, want his own kids. Natalia will immediately tell him she never wants kids and Buck would be conflicted about their relationship moving forward.

- While being conflicted about his relationship, Buck learns that Christopher has interest in playing basketball but doesn’t think he can due to his CP. Buck helps himself to find a solution for the boy (much like the stake board) and tells Eddie he is taking Christopher to a disability friendly Basketball Court to encourage him.

- Christopher somehow gets hurt at the Basketball Court and Buck jumps in immediately to care for him. Christopher is fine, but Buck only focuses on the fact that he got hurt under Buck’s care.

- Buck takes Christopher home and closes himself off towards the Diazes, under the assumption that Eddie would hate him- remembering how Eddie reacted when Christopher fell off the stake board with Ana.

- Maddie convinces him that he has nothing to be worried about, Eddie soon corners Buck in the locker room after a day or two of silence. “Eddie, I let him get hurt.” “You didn’t let him do anything. Kids fall down, kids get hurt. It’s a part of growing up. Christopher is fine.”

- Eddie would then place his hand on Buck’s shoulder and remind Buck of something from years ago. “There is still no one else I trust more with my son, than you.”

- Eddie will convince Buck to go home with him, and Buck apologizes to Christopher. Christopher would brush it off and show Buck his current school project and info-dump the facts onto Buck.

- Buck will return back to his loft in a better mood than he was before, Natalia wouldn’t notice it or question it.

- Later on, (in the same episode or following) Buck, Eddie, and Natalia would be together and Eddie would finally acknowledge his Will.

- Natalia would learn the role Buck has in Christopher’s life and inform him that he practically already has a child of his own. She will also say that she can’t handle the situation and ask Buck to choose over her or the Diazes.

- Buck wouldn’t hesitate to choose his boys, and he would find himself at their house afterwards. Buck tries to conceal his feelings despite both boys seeing right through him. Christopher would keep his mind away by asking for help with homework and Eddie will start to make Buck finally understand that they truly see him.

but that’s just my thoughts haha Let me know what you think will happen with the contents we’ve received already!!

#evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 on abc #911 buddie #911 fox #buck and eddie #oliver stark #ryan guzman #911 season seven #content without context #911 s7 predictions #natalia dollenmeyer #christopher diaz #christopher diaz had two dads content coming #gavin mchugh

[phantomram-b00]

So I saw this post and I just wanna talk about it, specifically the last two,

The fact people think Crowley hates Aziraphale over the finale is kinda baffling and unserious to me. Like I’m not saying Crowley isn’t going to be mad at him, but hate is very much a strong word considering everything they’ve been through together. Because if that was the cast, shit Crowley could’ve hated him a long as time ago, even from a beginning since they’re suppose to be enemies, they drill it in Aziraphale and I don’t doubt hell drill it in Crowley’s head too about this but he doesn’t (and I highly doubt Aziraphale hated Crowley) or even during the holy water situation or any moment when they had a spat or disagreement. Did this finale gave him a wound, yes, (like I may be a Aziraphale kin but that shit hurt my feelings) am I saying Crowley is incapable of hate? No I’m sure he hates a lot of things (*cough cough*, metatron rn) but I don’t see him bringing himself to hate Aziraphale over this nor do I think he’ll try to, it be out of character for him to even try to. This is the same character that brought down London are mobile phone network and called that his sinful deed, so are we really expecting more out of that?

And no, Crowley not gonna become Duke of Hell to spite him, that’s also an out of character thing, just because he said no and Aziraphale said yes with his promotion, doesn’t mean he going to just waltz back to hell and tell Shax “hey I wanna be Duke of Hell role since my non-official spouse left me for his job”, he not petty like Aziraphale; he going to stay in earth since that’s his home. That’s his space, why else do you think we hardly see scene of him in hell, because he never considered hell home/his side (and let not kid ourself, who would if you have people like Furfur who most likely lick the walls and how claustrophobic that place is, so I feel Crowley). I’m not trying to bring back the job episode since everyone talk about it, (I love the episode as much as the next person) I do think that is a prime example of him saying he doesn’t even on hell’s side. So imma just bring up the other minisode where after the magic show, they celebrate it and also comment on how they both are in shades of grey in some way, Crowley being the darker grey whilst Aziraphale being the lighter shade (which I’m surprised no one talked about, someone probably did an I missed it but I’m just surprised no one is talking about that conversation but I digress.) so the whole “Duke of hell Crowley” is nonsense, could be a fun au for fanfic but on paper it doesn’t fit really.

Okay now to the whole “they’re going to be turn into mortals”, I was gonna make a post about this but I didn’t want to come off as someone who disagree with all the theories, but this one, I really can’t stand, (if you believe it, cool that’s valid.) and imma just talk about it. While sure, it can be they have no side anymore, but why would you want them to be separated again, especially since we don’t know where they’ll even go if they do die. But also, just because they love humanity doesn’t mean they want to be mortal, like I get the romantic implication of this theory/prediction, but I honestly don’t think turning them human is romantic nor is it a good thing, it feels more like a punishment all over again because they love each other. Look even if they do the whole reincarnation thing which fine, book of life did this. Well done, good writing all around, but it still another form of punishment because they going to be separated all the damn time. Like especially since they didn’t turn ineffable bureaucracy into humans (not to being the ship into it since I do love this ship.) so why would they make ineffable spouse/husband/wives into humans? Why should they be punish for simply loving each other? Why can’t they enjoy eternity loving each other as demon and angel, or just immortal beings since at the end of the day, they wouldn’t want a side, they are their own side.

Now look, I’m all for angst, I feel season 3 might have some with how season 2 ended, but sometimes, some angst idea like the one I just talk about or what the op posted just doesn’t make sense/out of character. And I just had to talk about it even thought I really am not suppose to be up. (I only am because I toke what felt like a century nap Crowley gets.) I know season 2 left us with mixed emotions, like I haven’t felt that way since Arcane. And you know, if you do believe in the Theory mention in the post or what I said, cool, that’s valid, don’t let me tell you otherwise. Just I don’t find myself agreeing with these, if you do tell me why, anyway, I just needed to say this, here another Crowley gif since I love this character and I do find myself in him. (Maybe not as much as I find myself in Aziraphale but close enough, I kin them both)

#good omens #crowley #ineffable husbands #ineffable spouses #good omens 2 #good omens season 2 #i shouldn’t be awake but here I am #aziracrow #good omens discussion #good omens fandom #im just rambling again #hyperfixation am I right?

[fitzells]

an unedited, unrequested steve blurb. set in episode 9 so season 4 spoilers below!

Your nimble fingers tremble as you sort through the piles of donated clothing, the plethora of sounds from the busy crowd swarming you from where you stand in the centre of the gymnasium. Your head is all over the place, fatigued and somehow simultaneously hyperactive as you try to piece together the mess of what had happened over the course of the last few days. The last few months. The last few years. All of the above.

Just vaguely, you can make out Steve’s voice; he’s standing beside you, constantly leaning over your body to reach towards the boxes of clothes cluttering the table beside you. Everytime he reaches over, you catch a waft of his cologne; it calms you. You’re not really sure why you can’t listen to him, why you won’t listen to him. He hasn’t done anything wrong, you’re not upset with him. You just wish that time could stop for a moment.

Eddie’s dead, Max is comatosed, the ground holding your entire town together was split open for reasons you can’t say out loud without sounding like a total maniac. Everything is a mess, a complete and total mess, and you can’t escape it. None of that is Steve’s issue, so why can't you just turn to talk to him? Everyone else seems fine; Steve’s still looking out for everyone, Robin’s still making quippy remarks, Nancy’s still as neat and put together as ever; even Dustin, who was forced to watch his new found hero die in arms only two days ago seems to be holding it together better than you. Why were you such a mess?

Sure, you’ve always felt as though you had a strong bond with Max. The urge to protect her from all possible forms of harm had been looming ever since you met her; she was your kid sister, blood or not. Eddie and you seemed to click upon first meeting, you never really knew him in high school; you wish you did. Even though you didn’t know the guy for that long, he might’ve been one of the greatest people you had the pleasure of knowing. He was a good person, and an even better friend. You hate that everyone’s formed their own opinion of him, you hate that he can’t defend himself, you hate that you can’t tell them the truth.

“Hey.” Steve’s jean clad hip nudges your own, eyebrows furrowed as he peers down at you. “You okay?”

No, not okay. I’m not okay. None of this is okay. How are you holding it together so well? “I’m fine.”

He nods slowly, not believing you for even a second. He doesn’t want to push it, you’d only shrug and brush it off. “You want me to come over tonight? I know your parents are out of town, figured you might not want to be alone.”

And you don’t want to be alone. You really truly don’t. In fact, you want Steve to come over and stay with you because the mere thought of having to spend another night alone with your thoughts in that empty house in this eerie town makes you want to hurl. Yet, the thought of him having to watch you when you become the anxious, emotional wreck that you seem to morph into everytime you get more than ten seconds alone makes you even more nauseous.

“Uh.” You pause, sweeping a hand over your forehead as you fold the last pile of clothes from one box, sorting them into sections and placing a fresh box filled with garments on the table in its wake. “I need to get some things for Max from her trailer and bring them to the hospital. Her mom wants me to bring some things for when she wakes up.” If she wakes up.

“I’ll probably stay at the hospital until late.” You continue, placing a yellow blouse in the section labelled ‘womens’. “So…”

Steve gnaws down on the inside of his mouth. Why don’t you want him around? You’re struggling, and it seems as though the last person you want to see is him, when you’re the person who’s been holding him together since this whole thing happened.

“Can I go with you? To the hospital— and the trailer. I know you don’t like driving in the dark anymore; and I don’t really want you to go over there on your own.” He’s rambling, he knows he is. He sounds like an idiot; why is he panicking? He’s your boyfriend, he’s allowed to care.

Please don’t shut me out, he thinks to himself. His eyes pierce holes into your temple as he watches purposely avoid his gaze.

“Erm—“ Your voice wavers, cutting yourself off. You feel like you’re about to cry, because he’s so perfect; so caring and kind and loving and you’re here self sabotaging because you don’t want to burden him. You’re driving yourself crazy and worrying him sick. “I don’t—“

You look at his face, the way his eyebrows are knitted together, the way his under eyes are darkened, the way his right arm is hovering in the air because he wants to pull you in close to him but doesn’t want to smother you. Your eyes water. “Actually, yeah. Yeah, I’d really like that.”

“Yeah?” His face lights up, he tries to bite back the grin on his face but he can’t stop it; he’s getting through to you. You nod. Your tears fall. Great, now you’re crying.

He coos at you, heart aching as your face crumples and you wrap your arms around his neck, burying your head in the crook. He sighs, one strong hand around the back of your head to support you, the other wrapping around your waist to keep you close to him.

Across the room, Robin gazes over at you. She gives Steve an encouraging thumbs up, and he shoots her a weak grin, before he’s pressing gentle kisses against your hairline. It’s almost pathetic to you how easy it is for him to ease your worries. Not everything is fixed, you know that; but having him around makes things a lot easier.

The crowds around you don’t seem as loud, the room doesn’t seem as small, you can breathe again. So can he.

“Steve?” Your head’s nudged against his chest, hands still clutching the fabric of his cotton shirt. He hums. “Can you stay over tonight?”

He lets out an airy chuckle, pulling you in close to him. “‘Course I can.”

(this is literally just me venting about how i feel about s4 ending and steve giving me the comfort i needed bc i’m not ok sorry bye)

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington #stranger things fic #steve harrington imagine #Steve harrington #Steve harrington Drabble #Steve harrington fic #stranger things #x reader #stranger things x reader #steve harrington blurb

[bebepac]

Tornado Taylor 🌪

I am participating in @choicesflashfics  prompt  # 22  “I am at my wits end with you.”  which will be in bold

I am also participating in @choicesmonthlychallenge prompt:  Can I at least tell my side of the story, which will also be in bold.  

The Book:  TRR (no royals)  Series: Chapter 6:  School Dayz  (link posted if you need to catchup)  Pairings:  Liam x Riley Word Count: 1575 Warning and Ratings:  NONE!   Mood Music Monday Song Imspiration: The Call: Regina Spektor Summary:  Riley gets roped into shenanigans with her sister.

Original Post: 03/04/23 at 9:15PM  EST.

“TELL ME THE TRUTH RIGHT NOW RILEY ANTONIA BROOKS!!! RIGHT NOW!!!!!!”  My father’s voice boomed in anger.

 This was probably the most angry I had seen him in a long time.

‘I didn’t do it! I promise!”  

“I am at my wits’ end with you!”  

Taylor remained silent.

“Taylor!!!!”  I screamed at her. My sister had her look.  Her ‘She’s pleading the 5th look  where she stops answering questions.’  She wouldn’t leave me to hang out to dry like this in something I had no part of…. Would she? Her own sister  - - her identical twin at that.

“Taylor please….”  

“Dad, she said no. She didn't do anything wrong.”

“I don’t believe either of you right now.  We’re leaving.”  

“Dad, no, I already took the written test. I took it!”  Taylor insisted.  

Dad grabbed me by one arm and then Taylor by the other taking us up to the examiner.  

“Are you able to verify which one of these girls  took the written driver’s test?”

The examiner looked from Taylor to myself, and back again,  The both of us were dressed identically, We looked the exact same down to my sneakers.

“No…I can't tell the difference between the two of them.”  

“Didn’t think so, so we won’t be completing this driving test today.”  

You may be asking yourself how I got myself into this predicament.  I have two words for you.  Tornado Taylor.  

I love my sister, I really truly do.  She’s smart and not just another ditsy popular girl.  

If she put as much focus into hair-brained schemes as she put into school, she’d be on the dean’s list right now, like I am, instead of barely on  A / B honor Roll. School came pretty easy to Taylor and if she actually studied…. Like I have to study, she could be running circles around me.

But I’m getting sidetracked. Here’s how Tornado Taylor sucked me up into her vortex.

Three Hours Ago:

I woke up that morning without incident.  Since it was a teacher’s work day and we didn’t have school, my body is used to its routine of  getting up early. I decided to make myself a bowl of cereal  while the house was still quiet.  Afterwards I showered and dressed in a t-shirt and a pair of jeans.  

She peeked her head into my room.  

I lounged on my bed streaming the new series that had just debuted on the APP called The Vampires Live On.  I had to share my login with Taylor but at least we watched different things.  It was very rare that the two of us watched the same shows or had to restart a series.  

“Ri, Breakfast.”  

“I already ate.”  

“Oh. You’re already up and dressed?”   Taylor was still in pajamas.  

“Yeah, I’m laying low today.”

“After breakfast Dad’s taking me to the DMV to get my license.”  

“Good Luck!”  

“I don’t need luck, I have a plan.”

I should have taken it as a warning... but I didn’t.   

Two Hours Ago

Hungry from my binge watching I came into the kitchen for a snack finding Jaiden sitting on the couch about to turn on the TV.

He looked at me in an odd way.  

“Hey?”  

“What are you planning on watching?”

“Don’t know yet. What are you watching currently?”

“The Vampires Live On.”  

“Yeah  I heard that’s supposed to be good. You like it?”

“Yeah. You should check it out.  I’m on episode 2 it’s really good.”  

“Noted.”  

“Taylor and Dad are still at the DMV?”  

“Yep, Taylor had one job.  To make her appointment for her driving test and exam and she didn’t. Now they’re waiting to be seen. Of course she blamed the app and not herself.”  

“God… Dad is probably livid.  You know he just hates sitting somewhere waiting.”

“Yep.”

“I’ll be sure not to be around when they get back, he’s going to be grumpy.”  

“Yep.  I’m taking Bebe to the lake.”  

“Have fun.”  

“We will.”

One Hour Ago

I had dozed off binge watching the show and woke up when my phone buzzed.

Taylor: Riley help!

Riley: What’s wrong?

Taylor: Can you come to the DMV right now?

Riley:  Why?

Taylor:  I need you.

Riley:  Why?

Taylor:  I need a tampon. I’m in the bathroom. I’m embarrassed to come out.

Dad, even though he could be grumpy at times,  when it came to “womanly concerns”  as he called them, he had no problem going to buy what we needed and even coming back with our favorite chocolate candy in tow with him without us asking.  He knew I liked kit kats, Taylor, peanut butter cups, and mom likes a bag of bite size snickers. Dad tried to be sensitive to those things.  He had taught Jaiden to be sensitive too, and Jaiden was just like dad in that aspect.

When I didn’t respond Taylor texted again.  

Taylor:  Dad is mad at me because I didn’t make an appointment on the DMV app, and I don’t want to have to send him out to get something else, or he’ll go nuclear. Can you help me please?

Riley: I'll be there in a little bit.

I put on my shoes and  headed down the stairs.

Jaiden perked up when I walked in the room.

"Where are you going?"

"Taylor needs me."

"She's fine with Dad."

"It's a girl emergency.”  

“Oh. You should change though.”  

“No time. I won’t be gone long.”

Jaiden sighed.  Now I think my brother knew exactly what I was walking right into.  Tornado Taylor.

I ran out the door.  It didn’t take me long to get to the DMV,  I went immediately to the bathrooms.  

“Taye?”  

“Last stall.”  

“Well open the door.”  

I was surprised to see Taylor dressed identically to me.

“What are you doing?”

“I banked on the chance you wouldn’t change your clothes.  So funny story.. I need your help for something else.”

“I don’t like where this is going Taye…”  

“So I totally didn’t study for the written test, can you take it for me?”  

“What?   No!!!!”  

“I will totally ace the driving part.”

“Taylor no! This has to be illegal or something. NO! Or the very least identity theft.”

“Theft is a strong word, especially if I’m letting you borrow my identity.”

“That is not how it works Taylor!! Did you even need the tampons? Stupid me of course you didn’t!!!”

There was a knock on the door.  

“Taylor, they called your number, time to take your test.”  

“Okay Dad, I’ll be right out.”  

“Riley come on!!!”  

“No.”  I said in a forced whisper.

“Riley please!?!?!?!”

“NO!!!”

“Then you’re stuck in here until we can sneak you out.”  Taylor commented in a matter of fact way.     I couldn’t believe I got myself roped into Taylor’s shenanigans yet again.  

About thirty minutes later Taylor returned.  

“Dad went to the vending machine to get us drinks.  Let’s get you out before he sees you or your car.”  

I had almost made it to the door out of the DMV when I heard my father’s voice.

“What’s going on here?”

I turned around to face my father.

“Hey Dad.”  

“Riley, what are you doing here?”  

He took a moment to look at the two of us, his face turning bright red.

“Taylor Jeanine Brooks you have three seconds to tell me what’s going on.”  

Taylor smiled her megawatt smile, “So Dad, funny story….”  

“Nope, nevermind, that’s probably going to be a lie. Riley, tell me the truth.”

“Dad…..”

“TELL ME THE TRUTH RIGHT NOW RILEY ANTONIA BROOKS!!! RIGHT NOW!!!!!!”  My father’s voice boomed in anger. This was probably the most angry I had seen him in a long time.

Annnd… we’re back to where you guys came in.  Tornado Taylor got me again.   I could expect nothing less than World War  Brooks when we all got back home.  I was able to drive myself back home, and you know what?  I didn’t feel the least bit sorry for Taylor having to ride all the way home with our father who was as angry as a disturbed hornet’s nest.  

The moment we got home  Jaiden came into the living room when he heard all the commotion.  

“Riley, give me your car keys. You’re grounded.”

“But Dad…. I didn’t do anything.  Can I at least tell my side of the story?”  

“She had no clue what she was walking into Dad. Look at Riley’s phone.”  Jaiden spoke up for me.  

At that moment, I could have completely saved myself  and given my father the phone, but something was stirring in my stomach.  

“Riley, give me your phone.”  

“No.”  

Shocked, Taylor glared at me.  Even though Tornado Taylor was a mess at times, read all the time, I still loved her to the moon and back again.

“I am trustworthy, and if I say I didn’t take the test for her, you should believe me Dad.  Despite the overwhelming data that says we did something shady.  You should believe ME….I’ve never given you a reason not to trust me.  So, if not giving you my phone right now means I’m grounded too,  I guess I will be grounded too.”  

I dropped my car keys on the table and walked upstairs towards my room.  

In the distance I heard the equivalent of my sister falling on the sword for me.  

“Dad, please don’t ground Riley.  She did nothing wrong, this is all my fault.”

From that moment on, the relationship between us changed.  My sister never again saw me as someone she could manipulate to get what she wanted, but let’s be honest, she should have never been looking at me that way in the first place.

#bebepac writes #school dayz #trr au fanfic #trr fanfic #trr fandom #choices fanfiction #liam x riley #choices monthly challenge #choices flashfics #play choices #choices fic writers creations

[jenyifer]

Justifying BostonNick’s Miscommunication Snafu

Everyone buckle up. So a question that bothered me from the end of the show is “How did Boston and Nick get on two separate pages in the bar?” Easy answer is Boston had to act out of character because everything pointed to him wanting to only be with Nick. I’m going to ignore that reasonable answer instead looking at the show.

Nick never says he’s Boston’s boyfriend. He keeps Boston at arms length. Nick…. I’m not 100% sure what his character has been going through. I wrote a while ago that I thought Nick wasn’t okay in an unhealthy way. We don’t get background on what was going on with him internally. But he acted like he didn’t want to fully commit. He never discussed how he felt about what was going on.

Now Boston did warn Nick to do things for himself not for Boston. Boston is still worried about unnecessarily hurting Nick Because he loves Nick and he knows he’s leaving. Nick shouldn’t follow him because Boston can’t trust himself. But he loves Nick so much he wants to fulfill Nick’s dreams before he leaves. Nick doesn’t agree to be his boyfriend but Boston is going to treat him that way. Nick has agreed to be at Bostons side. He’s made the decision to do this sweet shit. Nick does encourage him but never commits or objects. Boston really thought from this clock tower convo they were on the same page.

And yet at the bar both Boston and Nick say they are boyfriends to guys who are interested? Boston thought Nick was okay with who he was. Even though ep 11 at the bar Nick sassed Boston for looking after a guy who made eyes at him. Maybe… it’s because Nick suggested he make out with Atom?? So Boston thought their relationship was open as long as they went home together. Boston considered them boyfriends in the Atom scene too.

I don’t have a even bullshit reason as to why Boston would have lied to Nick about Boeing. It’s so out of character I can’t justify it. Seems like a way to make the audience hate Boston. But Boston is an honest guy if he believed Nick would be okay he would have told him. Okay I’m just going to ignore it. Let’s delete that from our minds.

Boston was honest with Nick here. He fucked up but he was trying to communicate what he had been thinking. Boston separates feelings from physical he always has. We have watched 12 episodes of Boston falling in love with Nick not for his body but for his cuteness sweetness when they aren’t fucking. Boston was being a good boyfriend letting Nick come to his own conclusion. He wasn’t going to pressure him. Boston I think was scared to hurt Nick again. He loves him dearly and nothing hurt him more than realizing on the rooftop how he had dissected the man he loves.

When Nick starts to cry Boston is broken and never wants that to happen again. He’s scared. That’s why he gets up and leaves Nick to make his own decision. He trusts Nick will choose to love him. He made clear what the miscommunication was. In Bostons mind he was never worthy of Nick he’s just been living on borrowed time and a dream he was trying to fulfill for Nick. Boston is true to his word he leaves Nick alone until Boston is being Tortured at the Hostel by his “friends” being happy and he begs Nick to come to see him. Maybe Boston thought Nick was going to be at the hostel with Sand and that’s why the photo was in the car? Idk I’ll talk about that later. But that’s the most coherent explanation for the Boeing Bullshit.

#only friends the series #ofts #only friends #only friends Boston #only friends nick #ofts Boston #ofts nick #bostonnick #ofts meta #only friends meta #only friends episode 12 #ofts ep12 #jenny’s rambling #boston x nick

[virtie333]

One Year Ago

I almost didn't post this. I wrote it for catharsis, but a friend said I should post it as it may help others. I can count on one hand the number of people who know about this. I don't know, maybe I'll delete it....

One year ago today, while cleaning Chester’s paddock, I made plans.

A few days earlier, I had received an email from my brother-in-law that involved some very hurtful and offensive accusations. My sister responded a few days after that, but not with an apology. She defended him, and added her own opinions.

When someone you have loved and trusted your whole life essentially says you are worthless, then it must be true.

So, the next day, I made plans.

I would have to complete my will, first. I would have to make sure Chester went to a local rescue. He wasn’t ridable and though I know a friend might take him as a ‘pasture pet,’ if push comes to shove and they ran short on money, he would be the first to go. The rescue would care for him, and I would make sure that if ever they could no longer do so, they would euthanize him.

My brother would get the other animals and all my belongings. He could sell my truck, trailer, etc. and use the funds to care for my dog Jackson, my cat Rodney, and Stache, the barn cat I had just brought home from work a month earlier. He would take care and love them.

It would have to look like an accident so my life insurance would pay out. God forbid my sister would have to pay for my funeral! I am an avid hiker, and there are trails very close that follow the canyon rim, with a 60 to 100 foot drop straight down. I usually hike with Jackson, but I could say I was leaving him home because he was sore. It would be very easy to slip while checking out the view. It’s happened before up there.

Could I actually do it? Was I brave enough? It was the only way. And I needed to do it soon.

That was my plan.

But wait. I can’t do it right away. Moon Knight just started, and I waited so long for this show and it’s even better than I had hoped and only two episodes have aired so far. I really want to see the rest. It takes my mind off the pain. I’ll wait.

Then I started posting a new story I had written. I didn’t think it would be very popular, as it was very different from my last, popular one, but I have loyal readers. I can’t just leave it unfinished, and have them wondering what happened to me. And I can’t post it all at once, because that will give away the fact that it was planned. So, I’ll wait.

An acquaintance that hated Moon Knight complained and criticized it over and over and I finally broke. I said things. I don’t regret them, because they were the truth, but I immediately became the villain to the rest of the group. Once more, I was reminded that I was unimportant, that my thoughts and feelings were inconsequential. How could I tell them? How could I explain this show literally kept me alive?

So, I waited.

A spark of hope. My brother and I worked toward a future we could both live with. I prayed, and found that I began to believe again for the first time in a long time. The story I was posting, the one I thought would not do well, became my greatest hit. Not only did its success thrill me, but once again, I had something to thank for keeping me alive.

Though low on funds, I made a trip west, to California, to meet up with my best friends in the world. They were the only people I told about my plans. They made sure to let me know how grateful they were I hadn’t followed through. I loved every minute of Galaxy’s Edge and I continued to hope for a better future. And I waited.

The hope was realized just before Christmas. My future wasn’t as dark and scary as it had been. Unfortunately, the loss of Rodney just before New Years kept me down. I was still depressed and full of non-stop anxiety, and on the anniversary of my mother’s death, I once more started falling into that darkness. I left a group I cared a great deal about because I realized a lot of my anxiety was coming from there; it’s hard caring more about people than they do about you. I bawled my eyes out while I clicked that ‘leave’ button, but I don’t regret it. It’s been over two months and only two people have even noticed I left. That says something right there.

Now, for the first time since Tariq got very sick in November 2020, I actually have the desire to do things. I’m not working and writing just to keep sane. I’m reading again. I’m playing with Chester. I’m taking Jackson on walks. I’m going back to mass, not because I have to but because I want to. I still resent my brother-in-law, and I’m still waiting for an apology from my sister, but I’m not holding my breath. I’m still alone. I’m still uncertain of my worth. But I have my animals, including two new cats, and my home. I have plans. New plans. Better plans.

One year ago today, while cleaning Chester’s paddock, I made plans.

But today I’m alive. And I’m happy. All because I waited.

Don’t give up. Things WILL get better.

#suicide awareness #tw: suicide #depression #anxiety #worthlessnesses #family issues #loneliness #hope #fanfiction #moon knight

[walker-extended-universe]

(Don't) Jump

Relationship(s): Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester & Cordell Walker, Cordell Walker & Sam Winchester, Adam Milligan & Cordell Walker, Lucifer & Michael

Tags/Warnings: Episode: S05E22 Swan Song, Stopping the Apocalypse, Self-Sacrifice, Desperation, Grief/Mourning, Angst, Hurt No Comfort

Summary: Gabriel senses the oncoming apocalypse and decides to quit being a coward. He brings Cordell along with him.

Part 5 of Henry Winchester 'Verse

Written for @angstober Day 21- Can't Save Everyone

Taglist: @theladywyn, @ihavepointysticks, @klaatu51, @itsjessiegirl1, @neptunium134

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It’s happening.

Cordell’s hands paused over the keyboard of his laptop. “What’s happening?”

The prizefight. Our brothers fighting over the planet, over paradise. It’s coming soon. I can feel it.

Cordell sighed. He’d known this day would come, but he’d foolishly hoped Sam and Dean would do something about it before it became a problem. “What do we do? Start prepping for the end?”

I can’t believe I’m suggesting this but… There might be another way.

“What? Like we go there and try to talk them out of it?”

It’s worth a try. Maybe it’s time we quit running from all this family stuff.

Cordell shook his head. “Do you really think that will work? That we can just stop the apocalypse if we ask nicely? I thought everyone up in Heaven and down in Hell wanted this….” He wasn’t sure what was left of their brotherly bonds would be enough to stop the will of cosmic forces.

We have to try, don’t we?

He wasn’t wrong about that. “Okay. Just- Let me tell Emily first. Just in case.” Just in case they didn’t come back. Just in case something went wrong. Just in case Gabriel was wrong about everything. They needed to be ready.

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Lucifer and Michael stood in Stull Cemetery, ready for the final showdown. Neither of them truly wanted to do this- they were brothers, after all- but they had no choice. It was the way the story was written. It was fate, plain and simple.

Fate did not involve Dean Winchester rolling up to the site of the battle blasting his rock and roll. Nor did it involve their wayward brother Gabriel appearing in the nick of time.

“It’s been some time, little brother,” Michael greeted.

“I thought I killed you,” said Lucifer.

“Gabriel?! Why the fuck are you wearing my brother?!” demanded Dean.

Gabriel sighed. “Okay, in order. One, I’ve been a lot of places, Michael. Made lots of interesting friends too. Two, Lucifer, you are not the only person who’s taught me tricks. I’ve evolved since you left. And three, I’m wearing him because I needed a place to hide and he consented to it. Now, let’s talk Apocalypse. Or, rather, why we shouldn’t be doing this whole mess.”

Michael scoffed. “Gabriel, with all due respect, you abandoned Heaven eons ago. You don’t have a right to try interfering now. You lost that ability when you ran away.”

“And if you try to argue that you’re doing this to save human lives, let me remind you that you tried to kill me not too long ago,” Lucifer hissed. “How could you value these disgusting creatures over your own brother?”

“See, this is why I left Heaven; you asshats never let me talk,” Gabriel grumbled. “Alright, I admit I haven’t exactly been the most responsible archangel. I’ll own that. I’m an asshole. I’m lazy. I’m a coward. I run away from my problems and get my kick out of punishing people that I think deserve it based on my own metrics.”

“At least he admits it,” Dean muttered.

“Shut it, Winchester, adults are talking. Now, where was I? Oh, right. Now, I know I’m not the most responsible being in the universe but you know who’s even worse about that? God. He’s the one that fucked off ages ago and left you to run Heaven on your own. And you still want to play along with his little story when He’s not even around to watch it go down? Come on, Lucy, you’ve gotta hate that plan more than I do.”

“He will come back when we bring Paradise,” Michael said, ever the practical one.

“You say that like I’d let you win,” Lucifer snarked. “And who’s to say He would? Father stopped caring about us as soon as He made the humans. And I’m not doing this to play into His plan; I just want the earth restored to what it was before these monkeys wrecked it.”

“Again with this sympathy for the Devil crap,” Dean muttered. 

“Shut up!” all three archangels commanded.

“The point remains, Gabriel,” Michael continued, “You really have no room to speak on this. All the pieces were put in motion eons ago. This is just the way it has to happen. No one can do anything to change that.”

“That doesn’t really line up with the whole ‘free will’ thing, now does it?” Dean snarked.

“That’s enough out of you!” Lucifer rounded on Dean.

It was easy to forget how strong Lucifer was. It had been so long since any other angel had seen him at his full strength, even his closest brothers had forgotten. Even now that he’d been out of the Cage and found his true vessel, he wasn’t all that intimidating to the ones who knew him best.

How easy it was to forget how brightly his grace shone when he was full of righteous anger. Even Gabriel had to shield his eyes. Even Michael had to step back. He truly was the Morningstar.

Cordell screamed at Gabriel to do something, anything to protect his brother. But, despite his insistence on coming here, Gabriel couldn’t. He couldn’t move against Lucifer. Never could.

He was, in the end, still a coward. Always would be when it came to his brothers. Some things never changed.

So Lucifer beat Dean near to a pulp. Gabriel did nothing to stop him. Michael did nothing to stop him.

Then, to everyone’s surprise, Sam did something to stop him.

Gabriel noticed Lucifer’s grace dimming first as Sam fought his way to the surface. Sam stopped the beating and reached into his pocket for the key. The key to the Cage.

“Don’t worry, Dean. I’ve got him.”

The Cage opened with a roar and the wind picked up as it tried to suck Lucifer back in. Just as Sam was ready to fall in, Michael ran forward to stop him. If Gabriel didn’t know any better, he might say Michael was worried for Lucifer.

Cordell reached for his brothers; Adam was the only one he could grab. Gabriel watched in horror as both his brothers fell into the pit and Cordell cried out for Sam.

Then, just like that, the door to the Cage closed and the ground sealed up as if nothing was ever there.

Cordell stood, staring at the spot where his brother once stood. Sam- his brother, his twin, his other half- was gone. In Hell. He felt frozen in his grief, barely even registering Gabriel’s voice in his head.

He knew he had to talk to Dean. He knew he needed to figure out what to do about Adam. He knew he needed to call his family. But he also needed to grieve.

“Sam,” he whispered, tears silently falling down his face.

He felt a presence next to him; he didn’t even need to look to know his older brother was there, staring at the ground and thinking the same things he was. He wanted to reach out, comfort Dean. But he didn’t know how. Even if there wasn’t this gap between them, sowed by anger and abandonment, what does one even say in this situation.

Eventually, the silence got to be too much to bear. “Dean-”

“I’m fine,” his brother said robotically. “Why don’t you just go? Go home to your wife and that apple pie life of yours? You don’t need to be here.”

The words cut him deeper than any knife could hope to. But Cordell couldn’t argue. “I’m sorry,” was all he could say before walking away.

A small distance away, he saw his half-brother, no longer commandeered by Michael, speaking to a dark-haired figure (An angel, Castiel, Gabriel supplied) before the other disappeared in a flash. Adam looked at the ground, dejected. Alone.

Cordell sighed and made his way over. “Do you have anywhere to go? I can give you a lift.”

Adam shook his head. “I used to. But then I died.” He laughed bitterly. “I shouldn’t even be here. I only agreed to this crap because the angels promised they’d bring my mom back. But…” He threw his hands up. “Guess that’s not happening.”

Cordell nodded. “Why don’t you come home with me for now? We’ve got a spare bed for you until you figure out what you want to do. If that’s okay with you.”

“I guess I don’t have that many other options, do I?” Adam scoffed. “Where’s home anyway?”

“Austin, Texas.” Cordell clapped him on the shoulder. “Come on. We’ll grab some burgers on the way.”

“Yes, please. I’m fucking starving.”

Cordell chuckled and led him away. Then, he remembered Gabriel had flown them there. “Gabe-”

Relax, Cowboy. I’m on it.

#angstober 2023 #day 21 #can't save everyone #walkernatural #henry winchester verse #my writing #my fic

[ellytraoflight]

this is a remix of the My Last Life AU by @opera25 ​! In which: Bdubs, thrown into a death game and plotting murder in a snow fort, dreams of normal life with his best friend. A life which consists of cats, coffee, and an apartment that’s broken but not cold.

~

The walls shudder as Bdubs slams the front door. A mistake, he realizes belatedly—their window’s still broken, and they can’t afford to damage the structural integrity of their apartment more than it already is. They’d called the landlord weeks ago, and still nothing!

“Rough day?” A voice calls from the room to the right.

“Ha!” Bdubs scoffs. “As if I have rough days!” Bdubs lets his bag drop onto the footstool—god, he’s tired.

“You didn’t come in shouting, ‘Honey, I’m home!’” A laptop closes. Bdubs turns to see Etho poking his head out the doorway, eyebrows raised in inquiry.

“It’s just the usual,” Bdubs sighs. No cat in the chair. He sits down in relief, couch creaking as it takes his weight. “Work. I probably can’t be late anytime soon, though.”

Etho hums in acknowledgement, and the weight on the couch shifts as he joins Bdubs. “Well, I’d hate to see them rob you of your beauty sleep.”

“Hey, I need my sleep! Sleep is very important!”

“Sure, Bdubs.”

“It is!” Bdubs finds himself relaxing into the usual banter. It’s enough to take his mind off the fact that he can’t control if or when his car is going to break down again. “How do you feel about bumping movie night up to tonight?”

“Uh…” Etho squints in a way Bdubs knows to mean he’s checking his mental schedule. “Yep, that works. Want to order pi— shoot.”

“What?”

“I forgot to feed Pineapple Pizza.”

Bdubs cackles. His feet are still sore when he stands back up on them, and he stretches, feeling his back pop. “I’ll feed her, you order pizza tonight. And that means you’re paying!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Etho huffs as he pulls out his phone.

The steps are routine: a few spoonfuls of wet cat food into Pineapple Pizza’s bowl, and he lets her eat the extras off the spoon when she begs for it. Pulling down the projector screen, Etho moves to set up the movie on his laptop. He piles the blankets onto the couch and buries himself beneath them—and steals the mossy one from Etho, of course.

Etho always wears the exact same expression every time Bdubs pulls this move: brows up, eyes blown wide, like every time is the first; like he can’t believe the audacity Bdubs has to steal his most precious possession.

“That’s the best one!”

“And I took it, fair and square!”

It really is unfortunate that they both have the same favorite blanket. Etho likes the blanket because it’s green. Bdubs likes it because it’s funnier when Etho doesn’t have it.

A hint of a grin in the crinkle of Etho’s eyes is all the warning Bdubs has before the blanket is yanked from Bdubs’ grip.

“Hey!” Bdubs shouts, cold and blanket-less. “Give it back!”

“Finders keepers,” Etho smirks, “losers weepers.”

Bdubs curls up on the edge of the couch, attempting to look as cold and blanket-less as possible. Sure enough, a few seconds later, he hears Etho sigh as he drapes the blanket over him once again.

“Alright,” Etho says as he settles under the other end of the blanket, which is perfectly big enough for both of them, “are we continuing our run of ‘The Office’?”

“Psh, of course.”

Bdubs feels his eyelids get heavy on the second episode, after the pizza is consumed and the plates disposed of. He’s never understood how Etho can stay awake forever if he wants to—once it’s past 10, ol’ Bdubs is out like a light. It helps that the projector screen shines just dim enough, the volume just soft enough, Etho’s snarky comments familiar enough for him to shut his eyes for a second or two, his head falling to the side. He has to be up early tomorrow, but tomorrow is a long time away, and he keeps forcing himself awake to savor the moment a little bit longer. Awake, awake—

Bdubs opens his eyes with an axe two inches from his face.

He screams, flailing back to get away get away. The world twists as he loses balance, his legs tangled in the blanket, and he’s falling— arm grasping for the armrest— what the hell—

“Aw, the Sleeping Beauty is finally awake!” cheers his intruder. The sunlight glints off his tactical gear, off his bandana, off his freshly-sharpened axe.

“I’ve been awake!” The adrenaline kicks in fast, and Bdubs’ eyes dart around the room—windows are sealed, door locked. Limbs tangled in the woolen sheets, not a hint of green in sight. “I knew about that the whole time, I was just testing you!”

“Uh-huh,” Etho says. He hangs his sharpened axe back on his belt, where it sits like an omen. He sits down on the edge of the bed, arms crossed, and Bdubs is breathing but it feels like there’s no air in his lungs. Which week is it? He can’t quite recollect Etho’s placement on The List this time, which is— bad. Very bad.

“I saw Scar going down the mines this morning,” Etho continues. “I think Magical Mountain could use a little de-magicifying.”

“Yeah,” snarks Bdubs, “A man of science, of course.” Scar falls about… mid-to-high on The List, from what he can recall, based on a comment from Skizz that the self-proclaimed wizard had been gathering lava two nights ago. It’s enough to justify an excursion to Magical Mountain. 

“You know me.”

“Hm.” Bdubs pulls on his chestplate, helmet, leggings, and boots. Hesitating, he glances out the corner of his eye, but— no, Etho’s looking out the window, as far as he can tell. He slips a dagger into his left boot. “Do you think he gives out free samples? Like the ones from Costco?”

Etho cocks his head. “Costco?”

“Nevermind.” Bdubs rifles through the barrel for his bow. Gosh, carrying all these arrows is awful. Maybe if Scar has the Enchanter, they can steal an Infinity enchant—if not the Enchanter itself.

In the morning sun, Etho’s shadow grows long. It poses on the far wall. “You’ve been sleeping in a lot, lately. Even more than usual.”

“Tracking my sleep, now? What are you, some sort of creep?” Bdubs almost reaches out to shove Etho as he heads out the door. He re-routes his momentum to grasp the curtains shut instead. Stupid dreams, with their stupid memories and stupid impulses they implant in his mind.

Etho cackles, “Of course not. I’d hate to see you robbed of your beauty sleep,” and Bdubs freezes under the sudden déjà vu. Before he can fully blink away the visions—memories, dreams, whatever—Etho turns and marches out the door without a backwards glance.

The back is the weakest point, and time is of the essence.

“Yeah, well.” Bdubs doesn’t reach down to his dagger, or his axe, or his bow. Bdubs follows Etho out of the snow fort to murder a man and pillage his home. “They’ve been good dreams.”

#ethoslab #bdoubleo100 #trafficblr #last life smp #ethubs #bdoubleo #bdubs #this man has too many tags #mcyt #i seem to remember having acquired the idea for this fic from another tumblr post #they called it a 'do it again remix' #but i cannot find the post because tumblr search is shit #if the remix idea is your lmk and i will credit you! #mcytblr #3rd life series #thats enough tags right