#i couldn’t find any for Renee

[crystalmethsthings]

The foxes as memes I found on twitter p2:

Allison:

Matt:

Neil:

Andrew:

Kevin whenever Neil roasts someone:

Aaron when he met Neil:

Dan:

Nicky:

#i couldn’t find any for Renee #it’s so hard to find some for her 😭 #aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #andrew minyard #neil josten #tfc #aftg hc #aftg headcanon #the raven king #andreil #aftg incorrect quotes #aftg trilogy #tkm #trk #the king's men #incorrect aftg #aaron minyard #nicky hemmick #twinyards #kevin day #dan wilds #matt boyd #allison reynolds #memes #aftg memes #aftg shitpost

[bless-my-demons]

Redamancy: Chapter Eleven

Series Summary: What happens when your soulmate is a vampire that struggles to maintain a diet of trying not to kill you? Common sense says run for the hills, nothing is worth your life - but my heart is whispering why not, what’s there to lose?

Warnings: Cannon typical violence

Notes: A few days late, so thank you for waiting! I had a rough weekend, but I couldn’t not put something out for you wonderful people that have shown me so much love for this story.

Word Count: 1491

Series Masterlist

• March 16th, 2005 • Bella’s Ballet Studio •

Reader

I swear, Isabella Swan sure knows how to talk me into some seriously stupid plans. Okay, so maybe she didn’t really talk me into joining her, but I couldn’t exactly let her go face a bloodthirsty vampire on her own. Two humans against one vampire, not much by the way of odds considering we have no means for being any kind of physical challenge.

We managed to slip past Alice and Jasper while they were in the lobby checking out. After getting a phone call from Edward that the nomads figured out the rouse, both he and Jasper decided to get us far away… whatever that means long-term.

“So… you got a plan?” I ask her once we exit the taxi.

Jasper is going to murder me for managing to run away from him undetected and throwing myself head first into danger.

“I hadn’t really thought that far, he’s got my mom Y/n.” She pauses a few seconds before turning to enter the ballet studio she attended as a kid and I follow.

It’s silent in the building until we enter the main studio room lined with mirrors.

“Bella! Bella? Bella-where are you?” I hear her mom call out.

“Mom?” Bella begins running in the direction of her voice with me hot on her heels, “Mom?” She asks again as she whips open the doors to a closet in the back of the room.

Only it’s empty. Except for a tv. Playing an old home-movie of Bella as a child.

“That’s my favorite part,” the nomad James taunts Bella as he stalks toward us, “You were a stubborn child, weren’t you?”

Renee isn’t here, never was.

Terror, absolute terror shocks through me. It’s a trap and we walked straight into it without even questioning it. Jasper and Alice don’t even know where we are, I can only hope they’ve even figured out we’re gone by now.

I turn to run to the doors we just entered through, if I could just get outside and call-

But James is there in a flash, hand fisted around my throat. “Leaving so soon? The party hasn’t started yet.” He throws me against a wall as he stalks forward to Isabella, “Have a seat, you won’t want to miss this.”

I continue to flash in and out of consciousness as he plays with the both of us, taunting Edward and Jasper in his twisted video. Breaking Bella’s leg, a blow to my side to keep me from running again, the pain was all-encompassing.

And my only thought was, I hope they find us in time.

“Darlin’, can you open your eyes for me?” Frantic words and cold fingers ghost over my skin.

I manage to crack one blurry eye open, “Jasper?” I croak out slightly confused. How long have I been out? Am I still in the studio?

“Carlisle!” Is the Jasper Hale panicking? I crack a smile on my busted lips and it earns me a line of questioning.

“What’s so funny, doll? Hmm?” Chilly hands continue to inspect my broken body, I can see his wide eyes flicking over my injuries. Not hunger - no, concern.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you panic, Hale.” I say calmly, at odds with the chaos stirring around us.

“Well, I’ve never seen you… like this. Because of me.” He won’t meet my gaze.

“Not because of you,” cough “I made the decision to tag along with Bella,” I paused to let out a particularly rough cough, “we thought he had,” another cough “her mom, we had to do something.”

“Carlisle, I need you!” He’s definitely panicking now, the tone in his voice getting harder the more labored my breathing.

“What’s-” but his dad stops mid-question as he slides up to the side not occupied by his son, his gaze accessing. “Talk to me Y/n, what hurts?”

“Uh, everything?” The stern look I receive from both men has me reconsidering. “Chest - feels like someone is sitting on it. Head definitely got smacked around and my arm-“ I try to lift it show Carlisle.

“Sprained at the wrist, but not broken. Ribs probably broken, maybe a punctured lung, definitely a concussion.” Jasper lets out a breath at his dad’s assessment like he’s been punched and I roll my head in his direction.

Carlisle turns to his son, “Help Emmett take care of James, I’ve got her.” He doesn’t offer him a comforting touch, as if Jasper’s distressed state were a palpable and volatile thing.

Jasper gives him a hard look for a few beats before nodding. Not sparing me a glance, he disappeared from my limited view before I could blink.

“I’m taking both you and Bella to the hospital, I don’t have the supplies to treat either one of you. I don’t have anything to even give you a needle decompression, like I suspect you need and soon.” Carlisle briefs me as he finishes up his assessment of my broken body.

“Don’t call my mom, please-“

“Y/n, she deserves to know you’re injured.” He replies softly. “And it’ll be impossible to avoid explaining your injuries when you return home.”

My open eye blinks slowly, trying to think of a plan that doesn’t involve freaking my mother out.

“Y/n?” Carlisle pats my cheek lightly to gain my attention, but I can’t hear him anymore. Muffled shouting and I’m lifted in a pair of arms that are semi-familiar. I groan in pain and I’m shushed gently before everything fades to black.

At least the darkness takes away the pain.

• March 18th, 2005 • Hospital - Phoenix, Arizona•

Jasper

Beep, beep, beep… The heart monitor grating on every exposed nerve in my chest. As someone not completely accustomed to an animal-only vampire diet, hospitals are a massive no-go, but I didn’t really have a choice. Not when it comes to her.

So I swallow the white-hot hunger and try to let the incessant beeping lull me into a meditative state. She’ll be okay, that’s what her doctor and my father told me.

Four broken ribs, a punctured lung, a sprained wrist, a fractured orbital bone, and a mild concussion. My hands tighten painfully to ground me in the moment, James is dead - hell, he’s ash now. He hurt her and now he no longer terrorizes my girl which is good enough for me, has to be.

I know he filmed it, Edward watched it, but I can’t bring myself to. After sensing his rage, I know I would absolutely combust from anger, to see his hands on her… I can’t. I can hardly stand to sit here across the room and see her face bruised and swollen, body covered with tubes and wires.

A sharp intake of breath pulls me from the dark recesses of my mind. I want to stand and walk to her, but I don’t quite have a grip on my control yet. Anger, hunger, or this terrified feeling lodged in my throat.

“Jaz?” She croaks out, not seeing me due to her eye injury obstructing her view.

“I’m here.” I assure her, the quiet rumble of my voice having a noticeable relaxing effect on her tired body.

“Why are you-” a pause, “Oh god-I’m in a hospital-” I immediately flash to her side as her heartbeat picks up and worry begins to flood the room.

“Shh sweetheart, you’re alright.” Smoothing the hair on her forehead and her emotions at the same time.

“No-you,” she chokes out, “you-you’re here and-and-”

“I’m fine. I’m not letting you out of my sight.” I tell her resolutely, my fingers still caressing her beautiful face.

“If it hurts too much, if you aren’t ready to be in a place like this, I’ll understand. Your eyes…” her fingers trace lightly over the tops of my cheeks and I hold perfectly still. My eyes must be pitch black by now, but there are more important matters - like her in this hospital bed.

I give her a wan smile, “Darlin’, I’m exactly where I need to be.”

A blush rises to her cheeks at my words and it eases the restriction in my chest a fraction.

Her smile cracks, “My mom?”

“Downstairs.” Her face blanches completely, “I called her, she’s not mad-“

But her mother opens the door to her room slowly, trying to preserve the quiet.

“Mom?” Y/n asks tenderly, I stand to give them space as she rushes to her daughter’s bedside.

“I’m going to go find my father.” I tell them, giving Y/n one more lingering look before disappearing silently out of the door, save for the click of the latch.

“He’s been here the whole time,” her mom starts explaining, “I haven’t been able to get him to leave your side to even eat anything…” I stop paying attention as I walk down the corridor to give them privacy.

Next

#bless-my-demons #redamancy series #jasper hale x reader #twilight #twilight fanfiction #jasper whitlock hale #jasper hale #jasper hale fanfiction #jasper whitlock #female reader insert #jasper hale x female!reader

[rhoorl]

Are You Going to Be Quiet?

Pairing: Benny Miller x Female Reader (Latina reader)

Word Count: 3.5k | A03 Link

Benny Miller Masterlist

Summary: Benny goes to the reader's company holiday party and … well, they end up in a bathroom.

Warning: Smut, with some plot? A touch of angst and fluff. Blink and you miss it Papi reference (I don’t know why I’m like this). Established relationship. Unprotected P in V (practice safe sex IRL), Benny Miller comes with his own warning (we get some sex talker Benny). Unbeta’d.

A/N: This is self-indulgent (sorry not sorry). I am writing these two into a fic and she will be an OFC. Although not described with too many physical details, the reader is Latina. 

This is the same couple from Are You On Mute Part 1 and Part 2 along with Are You Alone. Playing a little fast and loose with the timeline but it can be read in any order.

“Babe! D’you know where my shirt is? I swear I …” Benny stopped dead in his tracks as he walked into the bathroom, jaw slacked, eyes trailing down your body.

It was time for your office holiday party and you were excited to dress up and have a fun night out, especially after all of the stress from the past several weeks. You weren’t sure if you were even up for this, but Benny was so excited to go. He said it was because he wanted to see you all dressed up, which you believed, but you also suspected the location had something to do with it.

Your company decided to splurge a bit this year on a venue and chose the aquarium downtown. Just last month, you and Benny took your niece and nephew there as a way to give your sister and brother-in-law a break. It melted your heart when Benny surprised you all with a penguin encounter – as if your little niece needed another reason to be obsessed with “Bunny” as she called him. 

You decided to go all out with the festive glitz, opting for an emerald green sequin wrap dress. The cut flattered your figure and although you were shy to admit it, you looked pretty hot.

“Holy shit, babe!” he came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and peppering kisses up and down your neck making you giggle. “You look fucking amazing, you know that?”

“Thanks, I'm almost done,” you looked at him in the mirror and raised an eyebrow. He was just in a pair of basketball shorts and you were set to leave in 10 minutes. “Why aren't you dressed?”

“I…I can't find my shirt,” he did that thing with his eyebrows that made him look like a sad puppy. 

You sighed and playfully rolled your eyes. Benny insisted on you two matching, so earlier this week he bought himself a new green dress shirt. He was so excited about it, opting to model it for you with his gray suit, without a tie and with the top couple of buttons undone. He didn’t get dressed up often but when he did you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself.

“I thought Will said he was going to take it when he dropped off his dry cleaning this week?” His shoulders slumped. “You forgot to pick it up didn't you?”

His bottom lip jutted out in a pout before he buried his head in your neck. His “I'm sorry” was muffled against your skin.

“Hey,” you turned around in his arms. “It's ok, you have other stuff you can wear, right?”

“You sure I can't show up like this?” He flexed his arms and waggled his eyebrows as he laughed.

“If you did, I'm not liable for what Renee from HR may do,” you smirked. “You're kinda famous around the office, Bun.”

Your coworkers always teased you about how attractive Benny was. He’s appeared unknowingly in the background of a handful of your Zoom calls and made quite the impression. 

A goofy smile came across his face and you swore he blushed a little. “Am I now? Hmm, well I'd hate to disappoint my fans.”

“C'mon let's sort out what you're wearing.”

____________________

Although the venue was beautifully decorated, you couldn't turn off work mode. As you walked up to the registration table you inspected everything, straightening signs and decorations to make sure it all looked perfect.

“Calm down boss lady, it looks amazing. Your team did a great job,” Benny winked as he grabbed your hand, threading his fingers between yours. He brought your joined hands up to his lips and pressed a kiss to the back of your palm. The simple gesture made you feel warm, relaxed, and like you could take on the world. 

“Well, is this the famous Mr. Miller?” 

You turned around and saw your coworker Don and his wife. He went all out in an ugly Christmas sweater-themed suit while his wife opted for a more understated, but beautiful, red fit and flare dress.

“Nice to meet you,” Benny turned on the charm and you could see Don's wife get all googly-eyed and giggly as Benny complimented her dress and gave her “those eyes” that always made you weak.

“You kids ready to have fun? Please make sure she has fun, you're off the clock tonight missy,” Don teased, knocking his shoulder against yours. He'd become a bit like a father figure for you at work, always looking out for you.

“I'll make sure she has a great night. You have my word,” Benny wrapped his arm around your waist, his hand skimming close to your ass.

_______________

Once inside, you got the lay of the land, said hello to a few people, and found an open high-top table before Benny was off to fetch you both a drink from the bar.

As he walked away, you happily took the opportunity to check him out, again. Since he had to scramble at the last minute he opted for his black suit. It was too late to iron or steam anything so he wore a plain black crew neck shirt under his suit jacket and still managed to look effortlessly handsome. Despite your brief makeout session in the car when you arrived, you resisted the urge to mess up his hair. As he stood in line he ran his hand through his hair, giving it a touseled look that made you bite your lip subconsciously. You were counting down the minutes until you could get him out of his suit.

“Daaaaamn, Zoom does not do him justice.”

You were pulled out of your impending feral spiral thanks to Renee and Carina, who plopped down their drinks and handbags at your table. 

“Aren't you HR?” You teased Renee who playfully waved you off.

“He's the talk of the party so far,” Carina chimed in. 

Before you knew it, Benny was back by your side handing you a glass of wine, charming as ever as he made small talk with the ladies. He drew a crowd, the consequence of having an outgoing and extroverted partner. As more coworkers started to crowd around the small table, he just kept turning on his boyish charm. He had a gravitational pull about him, people were drawn to him. It was amazing how he could win just about anyone with his smile and laugh.

In the quieter moments when he was listening to someone else, his hand would drift to the small of your back to pull you close. You'd sneak a glance up to him and his eyes would meet yours. It was in those moments where it felt like the world stopped and it was just the two of you. You felt happy, confident, and like you had no care in the world.

__________________________

The live band finally finished setting up and introduced themselves to the crowd. You were itching to pull your phone out to reference the run of show to see how ahead or behind schedule things were. But, you remembered you knew Benny would chastise you for working when you were supposed to be off. After all, this was a chance to give your time autonomy on a project from start to finish. They carefully crafted the flow of the evening's events and your only job was to enjoy yourself.

“Well, it was so nice talking with you all, but if you don't mind I have a pretty lady I'd like to dance with,” he winked and you're pretty sure you saw Carol from accounting swoon as he led you away from the table.

“Well, I think that went well. Am I doing ok so far?” Benny whispered as he walked you towards the dance floor.

You stopped and turned to face him, hands running up and down his arms, “Bun, you are doing amazing. Everyone is jealous of the hot, charming guy I brought with me.”

He threw his head back, chuckling as he rolled his eyes, his neck in full view which sent an electric current down your body.

“Well, I have to keep up with you babe. You're the most beautiful one here.”

He found a spot and pulled you into his arms, his hands resting on your waist. This was a far cry from the man who used to shy away from the dance floor. The band started playing “Merry Christmas Darling” by the Carpenters, but truthfully it could have been any song. You were content to be in Benny's arms, your cheek on his chest as you swayed to the music and forgot about everything for a few minutes.

Closing your eyes, you breathed in his scent of citrus and cedarwood as your mind cycled through a quick montage of images from the past few months. 

The first time you saw him, decked out in what you now refer to as the Benny uniform - basketball shorts, a T-shirt, and a backward hat. 

The first neighborhood party, where you desperately wanted him to dance with you, but he was too shy so Frankie stepped in so you didn't feel left out. 

The first time you went to watch him fight, feeling so scared and nervous that he’d get hurt only for him to come out victorious. 

The first time he leaned in and kissed you and the explosion of butterflies you felt. 

It all flooded back to you like a montage from a movie. The past several months were a whirlwind and he'd been your constant even if you didn't always see it. You felt a tear roll down your cheek, which you quickly dabbed away, annoyed at yourself that tears were your first reaction to any emotion or situation.

Benny's hands drifted up your back and he pulled away slightly, looking down at you. “Babe, are you crying?” he whispered, a concern sweeping over his face. With the stress of your mom and work, he'd unfortunately grown accustomed to your random bursts of emotions. “What's wrong?”

“Nothing,” you sniffled, trying to compose yourself realizing where you were. “Sorry, these are happy tears I swear. I'm just really…happy right now.”

His face softened, his blue eyes scanning your face. He leaned down and kissed you. “Me too…um…te amo, mi amor.” He kissed you, bringing his hand to cup your cheek. He knew how touched you were when he spoke Spanish, even though he was self-conscious that he couldn’t roll his r’s and sounded like a gringo. It meant so much to you that he tried.

“Te amo tambien, Papi,” you said against his lips, feeling him smile.

You swayed to the rest of the song, pressed up even closer against him. When the song ended, Benny took your hand and led you off the dance floor quickly. 

“Where are we going, Bun?” You were trying to keep up but were slowed down by your heels. He made a beeline towards the coral reef exhibit. “D’you remember where the bathrooms are?”

“Uh, yeah, there's one back here,” you pointed him in the direction and he kept your hand in his. With one look over his shoulder and a wink, you suddenly made the connection as to what he was up to.

“Here? Now?” You whispered, amused by his haste.

People were milling about but it wasn't too densely populated, thanks in part to the band and the buffet line opening up. You could see his eyes doing a quick scan, a little bit of his elite military training kicking in, which made you tingle in all the right places. 

He caught your gaze and with a smirk said, “Are you going to be quiet?”

A little dumbfounded, you quickly nodded which made the corners of his mouth curl up.

“Good.”

He did another scan and once he thought the coast was sufficiently clear, he ducked into the bathroom, pulling you in behind and quickly latching the lock. When he turned around, the devilish look he gave made you gulp and shudder at the same time. You also could feel the wetness starting to pool. He quickly closed the distance between you as your lips crashed together. Your hands instinctively went for his hair, tugging on it as he led you backward. His hand caught the counter before your body did.

“Up,” he managed to huff out, not wanting to tear himself from your kiss.

You hopped up on the counter, opening your legs so he could stand in between them. You pulled on his jacket to get him closer, already feeling him half-hard as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

He trailed kisses down your jaw and reached that spot just behind your ear that sent a jolt straight to your core. He chuckled, feeling how your body tensed up whenever he found it. One hand cradled the back of your neck as the other skimmed up your calf and started to work its way under the hem of your dress.

Your shaky breath hitched and you felt him smile into your kiss as his hand traveled further up. He paused when he reached where he thought your underwear should be, but found just your skin.

“Holy shit,” he said against your lips. He pulled back to look at you.“You've been like this the whole time?” 

You nodded, “yeah since I got dressed,” you managed to squeak out, your mouth going dry with the admission.

His eyes rolled in the back of his head and a primal growl emanated from the depths of his throat. He ripped off his suit jacket and tossed it onto the counter. The T-shirt he had on underneath hugged his biceps and chest for dear life. You needed this shirt off now, so you pulled at it to untuck it from his pants and helped him work it up his body.

He pulled back for a moment to get the shirt up and over his head and then grabbed your face with both of his hands, his tongue swirling against yours. There was a primal need behind the way he was kissing you. You moaned into his mouth, your hands reaching up to thread through his hair again, tugging on it slightly so you could have a turn exploring his neck. You nipped and sucked on the couple of spots you committed to memory early on in your relationship thanks to the noises you were able to pull from him.

His hands moved down and in one smooth movement, he undid the knot of your wrap dress. He stopped for a moment to drink in the sight of you, dress pulled open leaving you in just your bra. You leaned back, resting your head on the mirror and spreading your legs wider on the counter. He let out a shaky exhale, eyes scanning every inch of you. Normally this kind of scrutiny would have made you immensely uncomfortable, but with Benny, you could see the love and reverence in his gaze.

A fit of laughter outside suddenly reminded you both of where you were. No strangers to sneaking off together, you knew you had limited time before there would be some interruption. Refocusing your gaze on each other, you leaned forward and undid his belt buckle and he helped you shuffle his pants and boxers down his leg, his cock springing free and ready for you.

“Ready?” He smirked.

“What do you think?

His fingertips lightly danced along your thigh and you squirmed as his fingers found your folds, no doubt taking in how wet you were.

“Hell yeah,” he mustered out. 

One of your hands trailed down his neck following the path of his chain down to where it rested in the patch of hair on his chest. With your other hand, you guided his cock toward you, notching it at your entrance.

You both let out shaky breaths as he sunk further inside making your head fall back onto the mirror. He braced himself with one hand extended as the other gripped the back of your thigh. He started to pump in and out as you moved one hand to the back of his neck for leverage.

“How’s that, baby?” His voice low and husky through gritted teeth as his hips continued their slow and methodical thrusts. He hit that deep spot you never really knew existed before him.

“F-fuck, B…Ben…I…”

His lips were at your throat again and you knew he had a smug smile on his face as you continued your whimpers and moans.

The hand at your thigh came to your shoulder as he started to pull at the sleeves of your dress. “Get this off.”

You quickly freed your arms from the long sleeves of your dress and returned one hand to the back of his neck while the other threaded through his hair.  In a quick move, he undid the clasp of your bra, letting it fall down your front before you pulled it off. He closed his eyes as he cupped one of your breasts in his hand.

You braced yourself with both hands on the counter as his lips moved down your neck to your collarbone to your chest, which heaved in anticipation. You looked down as his eyes met yours through his lashes. A smirk danced across his face as you watched his tongue swirl around your nipple before his mouth fully latched on. 

“I need you to stay quiet for me baby,” his voice strained, you knew he was trying to keep it together.

You tried to stifle your moans with the back of your hand as he continued to tease with his mouth. He picked up the speed of his thrusts as your breath got more ragged. With a loud pop, he let go of your breast and returned to kissing your neck.

“You feel so good baby, goddamn you're so wet for me,” you felt his warm breath against your ear which sent goosebumps down your arms. “How long have y’been wet pretty girl?”

“It’s ah…fuck… a while.”

“Yeah? Been wet all night for me then huh? Knowing you didn't have…fuck…anything on underneath your dress…y’knew how'd that make you feel?”

His rhythm was starting to go so you knew he was close and with the way he was talking to you, so were you.

“Uh…wa- was it a good surprise?”

He didn't so much hum in appreciation as growl when he kissed you. “Best…surprise,” he managed between kisses. “Even wrapped it,” he laughed. “Were you hoping for something like this to happen?”

“I…ah…didn't want to…get my hopes up,” you smiled into his kiss.

“You close, baby?”

He had to have felt how your walls were starting to clench. You brought him close, your hands clutching onto his shoulder blades so tight you know your fingernails are going to leave a mark. You felt the sweat from his forehead as he pressed his face against your neck. His latest thrust hit a spot that made you gasp, your eyes shooting open before they rolled back.

“Keep doing that,” you managed to get out between whimpers. 

“So…good for me, fuckin…perfect for me,” he practically hissed. 

You felt like you were inching towards the top of a peak, well, really more like careening towards it. Benny's whimpers and the tightening of his grip on your hips finally sent you over the edge and you buried your face into his neck to muffle your sounds.

Benny wasn't too far behind you, kissing you so you could swallow his moans as you felt him come. A few more sputtering thrusts and you both stayed still for a moment, panting and basking in the release. 

Some more laughter from outside shook you both out of your post-coital bliss. Benny groaned as he pulled out, moving to quickly grab some paper towels and wet them slightly before cleaning you up. 

“Fuuuuck, Benny,” you giggled as you put your bra back on and threaded your arms through the sleeves of your dress.

“You stayed pretty quiet for me,” he winked as he cleaned himself off and pulled up his pants.

You rolled your eyes and hopped off the counter, retying your dress. “Turn around.”

“What?” He looked at you confused as he grabbed his shirt from the counter.

“I have to pee, turn around.”

“Babe, I've eaten your ass, I can watch you pee,” he laughed before finally complying after seeing your impatience. 

“You are a fucking menace, Benny.” You said as you flushed the toilet. 

He threw his jacket back on and cradled your face between his hands, “maybe so, but you love it.”

“I do, Bun, I love you,” your eyes softened.

“C'mon, I gotta get a couple of more dances in before the night is over.”

#miller monday #benny miller fanfiction #benny miller x reader #benny miller vibes #benny miller

[earl-grey-orange-tabby]

my aftg fan cast

disclaimers:

a lot of these, especially in the next part, aren’t actors, so this is less a fancast and more of a “i have a horrible imagination and need to visualize characters so they feel more real to me” list

if they don’t look like what you picture, agree to disagree! i love seeing other ppl’s perspectives of what the characters look like and i hope you do too

without further ado,

neil josten - benjamin wadsworth

okay listen just because i picked the most used neil fancast DOES NOT MEAN THE REST OF THIS LIST IS BORING!!! he’s just so neil-coded to me in deadly class! i even put him into a photo editing app to change his hair and eye color and he still fits!!! plus the top right pic is exactly how i imagine a nathaniel smile.

andrew/aaron minyard - vlad konoplev

i’m gonna give credit to @kalu_aftg on tiktok for this, because i saw this actor in their tik tok. he’s in a russian series called my biggest secret (i watched a couple clips but i haven’t seen the show)

but come on!!!! this is andrew minyard!!!! and always with andrew fancasts it’s difficult to see them as aaron but i feel like this could go both ways, especially in the bottom right pic. identical, but different vibes, yk?

dan wilds - kiersey clemons

i first saw kiersey clemons in new girl as kc and she feels so dan! then i saw the pic on the top left and i was like YES! this. is. dan. she seems very sweet and friendly but i know she could give a great game face.

nicky hemmick - conor husting

even his pics give off major nicky vibes. he also has a very similar hair length to what i picture nicky with. fun fact: he’s also half-mexican on his mother’s side which is strangely accurate lol!!

allison reynolds - jessica lord

i’m gonna be honest i just searched up “blond actresses 20’s” and that top left photo popped up and it was just so so so allison!! i included a couple pics of her in the ballet movie “find me in paris” because i couldn’t find a lot of pics of any of these actors in active wear and this felt close enough.

kevin day - nicholas galitzine

honestly i got this idea from an instagram live he did where he was yelling about being 6 foot and my brain was like “that is kevin day IN THE FLESH”. i originally saw him in bottoms and he totally cracked me up.

matt boyd - daniel ezra

like come on!!! his smile is so bright and inviting, it gives off such strong matt energy. he played spencer james in all-american and i haven’t watched it but ive seen ppl say good things. bonus: he’s the only one i could find with any form of a face guard (even tho nick galitzine also played a football player in bottoms lol)

renee walker - sydney park & lana condor

okay SO my criteria was soft-looking people that can look sharp in other pictures, and i came up with these two! it’s kinda hard to picture renee without the pastel/white hair but let’s suspend disbelief.

seth gordon - young david beckham

speaking of suspending disbelief, LMAOO. just hear me out, okay. seth was a fifth year, slightly older than the rest of them, so i was looking for that + blond buzz cut and this is the result!

and that’s all! i have more so i’ll probably make a part two, but im having trouble finding a nathan because it’s so hard NOT to picture nathan as a redhead but that means he probably won’t look like benjamin wadsworth.

#aftg #all for the game #andrew minyard #neil josten #dan wilds #matt boyd #renee walker #seth gordon #kevin day #allison reynolds #nicky hemmick #foxhole court #fancast

[lonelywhalien22]

trust me

pairing: bang chan x reader

rating/genre: comfort, fluff, sprinkle of angst

summary: you're having a bad day and your boyfriend chan is there to try and make you feel better.

warnings: reader is low key hella sad in this (take care of yourselves yall <3) + a steamy kiss (very self indulgent ik i'm sorry)

word count: 2.7k

song(s) to listen to while reading: steamroller by phoebe bridgers (reader is hella sad so are we surprised lol), renee's song by bazzi, fall by chloe x halle

note: while i try to tame some bigger fic ideas into submission i'll occasionally polish up + share some of my more decent smaller pieces from years past. pretty sure i wrote this one in the throws of the p*ndemic while struggling with college and feeling hella touch starved...so yeah...enjoy lol <3

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It was one of those days - one where that funny feeling had bubbled up inside of you, seemingly out of nowhere. You knew it all too well by now, knew its signs and its symptoms. One moment you’d be fine, and then it would happen - a dreaded phone call for an appointment that you could no longer put off, a tedious task at work, a much needed item that you’d misplaced and couldn’t find - sometimes it was all of these things in one day and more, and suddenly you weren’t ok. And as much as you’d try to not let all the frustrations of life get to you, as much as you’d try to hold on to the good, to the light, sometimes bit by bit it would still slip from your grasp until you were tired of trying and there was nothing left inside of you but a dull gray.

You hated when you got in these sorts of moods - used to think there'd be some stage in life, some milestone you could reach, thing you could achieve that would make them go away forever, but you’d survived enough of them by now to know that it was a lifelong battle. There were highs and lows, and today just happened to be one of the lows.

Today also just happened to be one where your boyfriend Bang Chan was supposed to be coming over. His presence was one that so often brought light into your life - fun and laughter and a smile to every situation, but despite having accepted that you were in a sour mood, the thought of him seeing you this way made you feel worse instead of better - like a recluse undeserving of such sweet affection. As if he could hear your thoughts from afar, your cellphone began ringing on the kitchen table, temporarily snapping you right out of your self pity.

“Am I still good to stop by in an hour?" You could practically hear the excitement in his voice, imagining his charming smile immediately, but the warmth in your chest only lasted for a second before you just felt even more upset with yourself. You didn’t wanna burden him with your feelings - tramp all over his joy with your frustration.

"Hey Chan. I'm sorry, but I'm kind of feeling like trash right now." You thought maybe that would be the end of it, hoped that he would read between the lines, but he was completely oblivious, a caring tone seeping into his words as he tried to help you instead.

"Are you sick? I can pick up something for you and bring it by if you want.”

"No, that's not exactly it," you began, struggling to find the words. There was a long pause on the line, and you could hear Chan shifting, as if he was sitting up. You cursed in your head. There was no way he was gonna let this go now - not when you were being so distant. 

“Babe, you know you can tell me anything right?” His use of the nickname made your heart flutter again, gently coaxing you to open up to him - to be honest.

“I know.” 

“Then talk to me.”

“I just…I don’t know, it’s stupid.”

“Nothing you say is stupid,” Chan said immediately. “Tell me what’s going on.”

You let out a sigh before nervously continuing. “It’s just…sometimes I’ll get in this really weird headspace and it makes me feel like crap and...I'm just annoyed with myself. I'm sorry if that doesn't make any sense...I think maybe I just need to be alone right now," you tried to get the last words out but began to break down a little as you really thought about what you’d said. Something about hearing it out loud made it feel all the more real, your eyes beginning to water and throat beginning to dry up.

“It sounds like you're upset. You sure you don't want me to come over?” 

You took a big breath, trying to calm yourself before speaking again, but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t find it in you to say anything else. It felt paralyzing - being stuck between the part of you that just wanted him to be with you and the part that was afraid you’d scare him away forever with your feelings. The more you thought about it the more emotional you got, and you felt a tear run down your cheek before you started to sob silently into the phone.

"Babe? Y/n?” Chan asked, voice becoming laced with concern. 

"Yeah?" It was all you could manage to sob out.

"I'm coming over right now," he said quickly, making the decision for you. You could already hear shuffling sounds in the background as he presumably scrambled to grab his things.

"Give me like twenty minutes ok? And just stay on the line with me please? Can you do that for me?" 

"Yeah. I'm sorry." 

“There's nothing to be sorry for," Chan said softly.

————

In less than twenty minutes you heard a hurried knock on your door. Hanging up on your phone, you pulled yourself off of the couch and shuffled over to the entrance of your apartment, unlocking and pulling open the door to reveal your boyfriend's slightly panicked face.

“Hey…” he whispered gently when he saw you. You moved out of the way and he quickly stepped inside, setting down a bunch of bags before he turned back around and immediately enveloped you in his arms. The warmth of his body pressed against yours easily disarmed you, walls falling down so that all you could think about was his sturdy embrace. 

"I'm sorry,” you mumbled into his chest, trying to look at him. “I didn't mean to worry y-" 

"Hmm. Shush. No apologizing. Just let me hold you for a minute, yeah?" 

You nodded your head against him, silent as you slowly relaxed all the muscles in your body and let yourself really feel his warmth, feel all of the love radiating from his body into yours. He smelled like his shower gel, a hint of spearmint seeping into your lungs as your breathing began to slow and your eyes closed, whizzing thoughts in your head beginning to dissipate one by one. Your fingers curled into the fabric of his black sweater, holding on as if you never wanted to let go, and he let you - staying wrapped around you for an entire minute, just like he said. One of his hands stayed firmly wrapped around your waist while the other went up to start rubbing all the way from your head to the middle of your back, repeating the motion leisurely. You released a sigh of content as he did this, feeling yourself start to calm down, heart rate beginning to slow. Eventually he loosened his arms just enough to pull back a little and look at your tear-stained face.

"Let's sit down and I'll get you some food to eat hmm?" he said quietly, thumb wiping across your wet cheeks. You nodded, feeling a bit like a child as he lead you to your couch and wrapped a blanket around you before getting you some food from one of the bags he brought. When he came back you noticed his hair was a bit wet, presumably still drying from a shower he must have taken right before calling you, strands curling from the dampness. And as you looked down at the container of food he’d placed in your hands you realized it was your favorite meal from your favorite place. He even remembered how you always asked for extra sauce. 

Chan stayed silent as you slowly picked up your fork and began to eat, still sniffling a little. He easily found the remote to your tv, switching it on in a practiced familiarity, and put on one of your favorite movies, letting it play softly in the background before digging in to his own food.

When you’d both finished eating, he silently patted his lap, and you knew without any explanation that he was asking you to lean yourself back into his embrace. You did so shyly, Chan grabbing the blanket and draping it around the two of you before he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you even closer. Finally you relaxed, leaning your head into the crook of his neck and turning slightly so that you could shamelessly wrap your arms around his middle, no longer even focusing on the tv at all. It felt so comforting to be in his arms that your eyes immediately began to close, his embrace luring you to sleep.

————

When you woke up it was dark outside. You blinked a couple times, shifting slightly before realizing that you were still completely wrapped up in Chan’s arms. To your embarrassment, you caught him peeking at you with the softest look on his face, your heart beating a little faster because you’d never been this close to him for so long before. 

“Better?” he asked you simply, thumb moving to rub against your elbow gently.

You opened your eyes a bit wider, immediately beginning to shift up on the couch.

“I’m sorry, I didn't realize how late it was," you said quickly instead of answering his question, feeling guilty as you shifted a little from his embrace. You’d essentially used him as your own personal pillow for who knows how many hours. “I didn’t mean to keep you here like that for so long,” you continued to ramble, but Chan only shook his head in response.

“Y/n. Hey - look at me,” Chan said with a soothing tone. You stopped your shuffling and did as he asked.

“Do you feel better?” he repeated his question from earlier, and you finally nodded a little before picking at the blanket on your lap.

“Yeah. I’m just sorry I wasted your time because of some dumb mood I was in," you responded, annoyed with yourself as you pushed your hair out of your face roughly.

“You know it’s not a crime to feel sad, right?” Chan started gently after a couple beats of silence, clearly trying to find the right words as his thumb continued to lightly rub against your skin. “Even if there isn’t a clear reason - that doesn’t make how you’re feeling any less real.”

“I guess.” You dismissed his words easily, clearly not taking them to heart.

"Why do you always do that?" he asked lightly.

"What do you mean?”

"Talk yourself down. Dismiss how you're feeling,” he elaborated, a little concern in his voice once again. “It makes me worry about you.” 

Your eyes widened in surprise before you looked off to the side. 

“I don’t know, I guess it’s just out of habit.”

Chan tapped your elbow, silently asking you to look at him again. 

"Can I tell you something?” he whispered into the quiet. You nodded curiously.

"I care about you - so much that it scares me sometimes,” he said earnestly, raking a hand through his hair. "You're so thoughtful, so kind, such an amazing listener - you make it so easy for me to be honest about how I'm feeling, and I've never felt more comfortable talking to anyone else,” he continued, looking down a little as he said that last part.

His words made you feel shy all over again, not expecting him to be so open with you. You willed yourself to keep looking at him.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is that…I wanna make you feel safe too - safe to share how you’re feeling with me, the good and the bad. Because that’s how you make me feel.” 

“Chan…” you said, lightly smacking his arm in jest as you looked away from him, tears flooding your eyes for a different reason. But he just leaned forward and kissed your temple, pulling you back into his arms gently before continuing.

“Trust me, ok?” Chan asked as you nodded into his chest. “I want you to know that you can always share how you’re feeling with me - even if it’s sad or you don’t think it makes any sense - even if I can’t fix it for you - I’ll always at least be here to listen, I promise. Just don’t hide from me, yeah?”

Tears were falling from your eyes now - not because you were sad, but because Chan’s care for you felt so unconditional, so devoid of judgement - and you’d never known care like that from a partner before. You didn’t have any words to respond in that moment - all you knew was that you wished the two of you could stay on your couch, just like this, forever. 

"I didn't mean to make you cry again," Chan said, a little worried as he saw your expression. "Let me get you some t -”

But you leaned up and kissed him gently, cutting off his words. This wasn't your first kiss, but it was definitely the first that you had initiated. Usually you would just stare at his lips longingly or give the tiniest of hints until he finally caught on to what you wanted, but this time you couldn't hold yourself back. You just felt this boost of confidence, an unrelenting need to express a feeling that words couldn't define. 

Chan was shocked at first, but he quickly fell into it, closing his eyes and immediately wrapping his hands around your waist oh so gently as his lips began to move against yours slowly, lightly, with the utmost care. You each tilted your heads instinctively to opposite sides, still not coming up for any air as you maneuvered yourself back into his lap and brought a hand up to caress the side of his face before combing your fingers through his hair instead, a tiny noise of contentment leaving you in that moment. 

“Y/n…” he groaned softly against your smiling lips. 

"Hmmm?" you responded, still in a feeling of utter bliss. Your other hand was rubbing across his upper chest and shoulder soothingly, and you leaned in and kissed him again before he could even muster enough sense to respond, unable to stop yourself. Chan’s lips began moving against yours again, and he started to lean forward until your back was against a pillow on the couch and he was hovering over you completely. It felt as if he was trying to reach your heart with just the movements his warm, pillowy lips made against yours.

His thumbs started rubbing soothing circles into your waist and you felt like you were floating on a cloud, mind becoming hazy as your head became filled with thoughts of him and only him. He left three final pecks on your lips, finally mustering enough self control to pull back before things got even more heated. His hands slid from your waist all the way up to your cheeks, caressing them softly. 

You were smiling softly but genuinely, in complete bliss as he leaned in and kissed your forehead sweetly before finally saying, “I love you, you know?"

“I love you too,” you whispered quietly, just enough for him to hear. 

He rubbed his thumb near the corner of your lips, eyes crawling all over your face before he said a little regretfully, "I hate for this to end but I don't wanna keep you up any later than it already is."

“Then just stay over for the night. Please?" you begged a little bit and put a pout on your face. He immediately kissed it off of you and you couldn’t help but laugh a little.

"Are you sure?"

Neither of you had ever spent the night at each other's place, so it was completely new territory and you could tell he didn’t want to seem like he was taking advantage of the entire situation. You shifted up a little to kiss his forehead back.

“Chan, I want you to. I promise. Please?”

You meant every word. You wanted nothing more than to hold him all night long.

"Ok," he said quietly, grin growing on his face until you saw that cheeky smile you loved so dearly.

————

That night was one of the most peaceful you’d ever had in recent memory. Buried deep under your sheets, nestled under the stars, you curled yourself into his arms - so close that you could feel his heartbeat against your cheek, slow and steady. And you fell asleep just like that - sweet dreams eventually melting away into the morning sun.

#bang chan imagines #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #bang chan fluff #stray kids fluff #skz fluff #bang chan x reader #stray kids x reader #skz x reader

[jtl-fics]

WIP Wednesday

So here is a brief bit of Future!Andrew in my Math Nerd AU. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO ANY OF THE TRIGGER WARNINGS. Andrew's in a dark place.

Trigger Warnings: Depression / Grief, Planning Suicide, suicidal thoughts, and suicide

Andrew holds the urn in his arms and regrets.

Neil had died alone in that hospital room. Died alone because Andrew had never had the courage to get down on one knee and propose properly. Died alone and in pain because Andrew had never gotten the POAs he’d considered multiple times for both of them, but he hadn’t because it felt like admitting too much. Died alone, in pain, and…

Andrew could only ever tell Neil that he hated him.

Andrew knows that Neil knew he didn’t hate him. Neil had understood that Andrew would never live with someone he actually hated. Neil had understood that Andrew wouldn’t have adopted pets with someone he hated. Neil had understood that Andrew wouldn’t let someone he hated touch him the way that Neil had been allowed to touch him.

Andrew doesn’t know if Neil understood that Andrew loved him.

Andrew isn’t even sure if he had fully understood until it was too late and Neil had died alone, in pain, and unsure of Andrew’s love because Andrew had never said it.

He looks down at the urn and the list of ‘options’ Neil had given him and knows that Neil had not understood that Andrew could not and would not continue to live their future alone.

His friends and family had seem to accept that this was only the first funeral.

Neil’s will was short and sweet. He had left everything to Andrew Joseph Minyard and Andrew spent the month after Neil’s funeral sorting out his own arrangements.

He left large amounts to both of his Nieces and felt faintly bad that he was never going to see them grow up but he had almost puked when Lilly had asked him where Uncle Neil was.

He couldn’t answer her.

He’s going to where Uncle Neil is.

He’ll claw his way to wherever Neil had gone in the great beyond and he’ll tell him this time. Even an eternity in hellfire being tortured next to Neil was better than a single moment without Neil.

He gives Kevin their cats.

Kevin takes Duchess and Lady (King’s daughters) and he looks at Andrew with watery eyes, “He wouldn’t want-“

“I want Neil.” Andrew had said and Kevin’s jaw clenches so hard that Andrew wonders if he cracks a tooth.

Kevin takes a large number of their pictures. More than even Matt, Aaron or Nicky had taken. Andrew watches as Kevin puts them up among the three pictures of pride of the Day household. The large framed photos of Kevin, Jean, Jeremy, Neil, and Andrew through their years winning Olympic Gold for America.

Neil’s smile is so beautiful in each photo that Andrew leaves early.

He wants Neil.

He can’t sleep right without Neil.

He had never once held Neil and slept but they’d shared a bed for years and years. Andrew can’t sleep without that precious weight on the other side of the bed. Neil’s scent is fading from the linens and Andrew struggles to find one of Neil’s shirts that still smells like him.

Renee tries the hardest to change his mind.

Her beliefs are strong as ever but when she had showed up in person to talk to him and had seen how he looked she must have realized that there was nothing she could say to convince him.

She holds him tight and she prays for him.

Then she lets him go.

Neil had been surprisingly thorough in his instructions for his funeral.

Andrew knows that Neil had often planned it out as a way to manage the stress of the whole situation with the Moriyamas. Neil had lived a decade with the threat of his own demise should he fail to give Ichirou the profits the man desired. It had been better after Neil’s accident and subsequent year spent in PT and as Ichirou’s accountant.

Ichirou had released Neil from his deal after the man had gotten his first ever tax return and had even promised to release Jean and Kevin if Neil agreed to become his full-time accountant after he retired from Exy.

Neil had agreed.

The years afterwards had been bliss and Neil had retired when his old injury made it too painful to play. Andrew had been mystified that he would have a longer professional career than Neil but Andrew had come to tolerate Exy and the money he was paid to stand in the goal and do something he was naturally good at was too good to turn away from.

He and Neil had lived comfortably, had traveled, were going to see Australia in two months to enjoy the off season.

But now Neil was gone.

Andrew laid down in the bed he had shared with Neil. He had one of Neil’s favorite shirts under his cheek and held Neil’s urn in his arms.

Neil had been very clear that he wanted to be cremated and that he wanted his ashes to be with Andrew.

Neil had left him numerous ideas on what Andrew could do with them. He could imagine Neil smiling as he found out about some of them. He wonders if Neil had smiled over his top suggestion which was a link to a website that would forge weapons, knives, out of ashes.

Andrew has not used Neil’s body.

The thought of turning any part of Neil into the the weapon that had hurt him so many times was agonizing.

Still, he knows that Neil likely put it down as an option because Neil would never believe that Andrew would actually keep Neil’s ashes close if he couldn’t be useful to Andrew in some practical way.

Neil never would have imagined that his urn was a relic that Andrew would cherish and hold onto. The ashes inside were the only thing that made it possible for him to keep going as he set all of his affairs in order.

Neil was so stupid and Andrew missed him like he would miss both of his lungs.

The drugs were kicking in.

Ichirou had reached out and expressed his sincere condolences. The man who had killed the Moriyama accountant would pay dearly but Andrew had hardly cared. A drunken man’s death would not bring Neil back to him.

Ichirou had offered him something else.

“For a nominal fee and as an act of my respect for Neil’s efforts for my family I can get you what you seek.” Ichirou had said cryptically but Andrew had understood.

He paid Ichirou and Ichirou had delivered Andrew what he needed to go and see Neil.

He wouldn’t cut himself. Neil had been so proud when he’d reached 10 years without a relapse.

The world is growing darker. Neil’s scent growing fainter no matter how he presses his face into the shirt.

He holds on to Neil’s urn.

He’ll see him soon.

***

Andrew wakes up.

He’s going to fucking murder Ichirou Moriyama.

For that insane ‘nominal fee’ Andrew should not be waking up.

His head aches and his mouth is like sandpaper, “Andrew, are you okay?” A voice that is familiar but wrong comes from his side and when Andrew cracks his eye open (blurry, is that blood) he sees Aaron, except it can’t be Aaron because he looks like he’s 20 again.

What the fuck.

#Math Nerd AU #WIP Wednesday #Please heed the warnings #AFTG AU #AFTG #Andreil #Andrew Minyard #AFTG Fics #My Fics

[fastandtheformula1]

Ummmmm well, maybe this time will be angst. Y/n can't take any more of the hate that Ollie's fans give her. They always say that Y/n is jinxing Ollie bcs he has been getting bad race results lately. There was even someone who said it directly in front of her face when she came to watch Ollie's race at Monza and Ollie also accidentally heard it and maybe started to get a little angry and protective bcs Y/n doesn't deserve any kind of hatred at all.

Then she finally decided to ask Ollie to break up bcs she started to believe that she is bringing bad luck to Ollie and she doesn't want that to happen to him as she knows how passionate Ollie about racing. But of course that's impossible to happen.

Ollie had already fallen too deep for Y/n. Y/n was his childhood friend who knew almost everything about him, she's so lowkey which makes him love her even more, the one who cheered him since he went karting, the one who always understood him, who always believed in him no matter what. She was everything to Ollie and mean more than racing or championship.

Maybe you can make him a little desperate (Idk why but I'd like to see him crying😭dramatic ass) when Y/n asks him for a break up like he was probably once having a thought about how his life without racing but never imagined his life without Y/n. And maybe he's lil furious that Y/n believed in those nonsenses and even now thinking of leaving him. And the rest are yours, Queen🧚🏼‍♀️

Some proooompts:

— "I just don't love you anymore."

"What?" .... "Look me in the eyes and say you don't love me anymore."

— "You need to focus on racing, not me."

— "I need you more than a fucking championship! I will call Rene right now and tell him that I quit."

— "You don't understand, you are performing less because of m-"

"No. You are the one who don't understand. Don't you dare to say you are the cause of my bad performances."

Ollie Bearman- Choices

a/n: OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS PROMPT  ANON!!!!! I made ollie such a simp for y/n oh my lord… anyway this is somewhat of a continuation of this post… also i kinda got lazy at the end my bad 

pairing: oliver bearman x childhoodfriend!reader

summary: you and ollie have a talk about your relationship that leads your relationship downhill. 

warnings: cursing, tears, stressed y/n and stressed ollie 

word count: 1,781

not my gif!

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“Hey, can we talk?” You both knew you needed to have this conversation, but both of you avoided it like the plague. 

When you accidentally went public with Ollie, everyone liked you. They thought you were a little on the quiet side but still sweet, and thought you and Ollie were a good match. You appeared in some of Ollie’s streams, adding funny commentary here and there and just hanging out with him. For the past year or so though, you’ve been getting more hateful comments and people have been ruder towards you.

You were never one to back down and stop what you were doing because someone was hating on you. You weren’t raised that way. If you were passionate about something, you did it all the way, not letting anything stop you. This time though, it was getting harder to ignore the bad stuff. People were constantly finding things to nitpick you for, saying how you “loved” Ollie and how you were just in it for the exposure and benefits, which was absolutely not the case. Though you expected interviewers asking about your private life, you never thought it would be this intrusive. Ollie had noticed the more hateful comments were getting to you and even put out a statement, but nothing worked. He’d been too busy racing and traveling to alleviate some of the anxiety you were feeling, so you thought this to be the best option:

Ending your relationship. 

“Um, sure.” He said, hesitantly. The outcome of this conversation was not one he’d like. He couldn’t risk losing you. You were the one person that truly understood everything he did. He truly fell harder for you than you could ever possibly fathom, and even he himself couldn’t explain into words how special you were to him. 

“I think we need to take a break.” The words came out slow and shaky, fear crawling its way through your words. 

“W- what?”

“I just, I- I don’t have feelings for you anymore.” You cringed to yourself. You were completely lying to his face. And he could see it. 

“Bullshit. Is this about what that article said the other day? I swear to God, I’ll find whoever wrote it and-”

“Ollie, stop.” Your voice was stern, scaring him a little bit. 

It was about the article, but you didn’t want to cause any drama or bad press around him, having the media calling him a hothead and other terrible names they could come up with. So you opted to tell him that you didn’t love him anymore. That you “lost feelings” when you felt the complete opposite. You wanted nothing less than waking up next to him and his unruly hair, softly waking him up as you combed through his curls.

Which was exactly how Ollie was feeling, too. He never understood how much your daily checkups and silent support really meant to him, you asking him if he was alright when he was at his darkest, and being there for him during the height of his career. You were always there, a constant in his ever changing life. 

“Don’t make this harder than it already is. Please. I just don’t love you anymore.” You fidgeted with your hands as you went to find your phone. You wanted this conversation to be cut and dry, but it wouldn’t turn out that way. He rushed in front of you and lifted your chin with his finger. You kept your gaze anywhere else but him. 

“Look me in the eyes and say that again.”

The room was quiet, so tense that you could hear both of your shallow breaths. His eyes never left yours as you contemplated your answer. 

“Ollie, your fans hate me. So does your team. It seems like you’re the only one that doesn’t.” You remembered one conversation where some woman came up to you and told it to your face.

“Hi. You’re Y/N, Ollie’s girlfriend, right?” Some lady asked when you were watching a few drivers qualify on the TV screens in Ollie’s garage. “I am, yeah.” “Let’s hope you leave before he starts qualifying.” She laughed lightly.  “Excuse me?” “You’ve seen his quali position versus his starting one when you’re here, right? Oliver’s place always goes down a few positions.” “Oh, well I don’t-”  “I think then I’m the problem, ma’am. My girlfriend’s not the one driving the car.” Ollie came up from behind you, putting his arm around you.  “Oh well. My apologies, then. Have a good one, Ollie.” The woman turned around and walked away. “The hell was that about?” “Dunno. She just came up to me and started talking.” “If someone else says something like that to you, tell me and I’ll-” “Ollie. Just focus on racing right now, okay?”

He threw his hands in the air. “Love, what are you-”

“Think about it. Ever since we got together, you’ve had bad race results. Your car’s been breaking down more often. For fuck’s sake, you almost died, Ollie! When we were just friends that never happened! And now,” You took a breath. “I’m just a distraction, okay? I-”

“How dare you fucking say that. You are not the cause of my bad performances, Y/N! I am!” 

Tears started to form in his eyes. How could you say that about yourself? How could you ever think that? Not for a second did he think you were a distraction. All you ever did for him was make sure he was at his best. Sure, he was getting bad results recently, but you certainly weren’t the cause of it. Hell, you were keeping him focused on not crashing if anything.

“You need to focus on your championship and I need to focus on school.” You shoved past him, grabbing your keys from the counter. 

“That’s what you’re worried about? A fucking championship, Y/N?!” 

“Ollie, that’s your dream! You’ve wanted that since you were a kid! Why are you letting me get in the way of it?” 

“I need you more than I want that stupid championship.”

Shaky breaths erupted from both of you. You knew he was right. He had told you that his priorities had changed. Then it hit you. Was that the reason he was performing so badly at races? Was he racing badly so he’d lose his contract and he’d finally be able to spend time with you? 

After a few minutes you decided to leave. There was no way in hell that you were going to be the reason he lost his contract. Walking towards the door, you mentally checked if you had everything to stay the night elsewhere. 

Ollie caught onto you, following after you. “No. No. Don’t leave. Please.” He grabbed onto your wrist, his eyes pleading you to stay. You’d never left after a fight, always wanting to work it out before you guys went to do something else. This time though, you felt like you had to.

“Just trust me, okay? I’ll be back.” Honestly, you weren’t sure if you were going to. You turned around, reaching for the doorknob, but Ollie was quick enough to slide in front of it.

“I will… I will call Rene right now and tell him that I quit, okay?” He pulled out his phone, hands shaking, and started to search for Rene’s number. “Just don’t…please stay.” Desperation was clear in his voice. As he found it, you scooted past him and slipped out the front door, speed-walking to your car. 

“Baby, no. Please. Where are you going?” You heard him shout as you got into your car. You had left and he was unsure, for the first time, that you might not come back.

~

4 missed calls from ollie 🐻 💗

2 voicemails from ollie🐻 💗

Hi Y/N. Look, I need to… Just, just please call me back please. I want to work this out, okay? I love you. 

Babe, please call me back. I’m getting worried. Just let me know you’re okay. Please. I love you. 

You shut off your phone and sighed, laying back down on the bed, groaning. 

“Still haven’t told him where you are?” Arthur’s voice made you jump, reminding you that you weren’t alone. 

You shook your head. “No.” Arthur laid down next to you on your -his- bed. You had crashed at his house for the night, telling him what happened through broken sobs and tears.

“I know you don’t want to hear this right now, but I think you should tell Ollie where you are. Or just text him. The guy’s been worried sick, Y/N. He can’t sleep, eat. Even Jak can’t get him out of bed,” Arthur said.

Fuck, you thought. 

~

You unlocked you and Ollie’s door for the first time in what felt like months. As you shut the door close, your eyes met Ollie’s brown ones. He was standing a few feet away from the door, his eyes wide open as he tried to figure out if you were actually standing in front of him. Tension in the room was off the charts. 

Arthur was right, he looked terrible. Nothing in the apartment had changed since you left, with the exception of a few blankets strewn around the floor. Ollie rushed towards you, dropping whatever he was holding, it clattering to the floor as his arms snaked around your waist tightly. He was afraid if he let go of you a second time, you wouldn’t come back for certain. You felt his entire body relax against yours, as yours did the same. He burrowed his head into your neck, softly placing kisses on your skin. 

“You came back.” His voice was deep and relieved. 

“Momentarily.”

“What?”

“I’m gonna move out, Ollie.”

“What? No, you- you can’t.”

You got out of his grasp and hurried towards your room, and started to pack your things through your blurred vision. 

“What’re you doing? Just stop.” He started to unpack the things you started to.

“This isn’t your decision to make, Ollie. Okay?!” 

The room went quiet, the silence so deafening you swore you were alone. You pinched the bridge of your nose; you knew he didn’t deserve this. He was the one you always saw yourself with in the end. What happened? 

Ollie walked over to you; he towered over you like he always did. “You’re really going then?” 

You nodded. “I’ll have Arthur pick up the rest of my stuff.” You scratched the back of your neck. You didn’t know what else to say. You saw a tear drip to the floor as he nodded. 

You picked up your stuff and led yourself out, Ollie following closely behind. 

“Goodbye, Y/N.”

“Bye, Ollie.”

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Disguise

Ronald Speirs X Soldier! Reader

Summary: Y/n is hiding as a men in order to fight, but Speirs finds out...

Warning: Misgender/ use of Y/n/ inaccuracies of the show (it's been a while since I've watched it)/ swearing/

Word count: 1k

A/n: Band of Brothers fics! Yeah!!! Like I said, it's been a while since I've watched BoB, and I'm in my finals so it might not be 100% accurate.

Cold, she was cold. Y/n was hiding in her foxhole, freezing her tits off. But she couldn’t say it out loud, since she was under disguise. She wanted to do her part, not as a nurse or anything, she wanted to fight. So, she cut her hair, taped her boobs and talked in a low voice. But now, in Bastogne, she was afraid that she would be discovered. The only person that knew was Eugene Roe, because she got hurt on her rib and he saw the bandages holding her tits. He promised that he wouldn’t say anything, for now, he didn’t reveal her secrets.

It's been a while since she could get her hands on scissors to cut her hair, the only pair that she could find were immediately seized by Eugene, he needed it. Her hair was long enough for her to braid, so that’s what she did at night, her hair was in a crowned braid, it was easy to hide under her helmet. Some boys were questioning her lack of beard, her answer was that she couldn’t grow facial hair. In the beginning, it was easy to hide herself, but when Ronald Spiers came, it was hard. He was one of the best soldiers she’d ever seen, he saved them from Lieutenant Dike and the mess he put Easy into. That night, Spiers talked to Y/n and she began to have a crush on him. ‘’What’s on y’a mind?’’ Eugene asked her. They shared the same foxhole; it was his way to protect her in case guys discovered that she was a woman and they wanted to touch her in an inappropriate way. ‘’Nothing, I’m just fucking cold’’ she replied. ‘’Renee gave me chocolate, want some?’’ he offered her a piece of candy, she took it, thanked him and ate the piece.

The sun was rising, the smell of soup filled her nostrils. ‘’Reed, want some?’’ Bill Guarnere asked, handing a cup to her. ‘’Yeah, thanks’’ she replied in her men voice, she got up from her foxhole and took the cup. ‘’Boys’’ Captain Winters greeted the men. ‘’Captain’’ they all said, saluting him. ‘’Got any words on Dike?’’ he asked. ‘’Nope, he ran away like a little girl!’’ Lipton joked, making the men laugh. Y/n laughed with a deep voice. Speirs came walking towards the men, Y/n took a cup and filled it with soup. ‘’Lieutenant, soup?’’ she offered, he took the cup and began eating. Nixon called Winters, the two men began talking, Winters smiled. That’s how Y/n understood that they were leaving the cold hell. ‘’Guys! Good news, we’re leaving Bastogne! Pack your things we’re leaving at 1000’’ he ordered. Men started to cheer around, Y/n smiled and pat Gene’s back.

The Sisters were signing, Y/n was in another room. When Easy arrived in that church, one Sister took the ‘men’ aside and instantly knew her secret. So, Y/n was put in another room so she could take the bandage off, to free a breast a little. They also allowed her to take a shower. ‘’Sister, you won’t tell anyone about me, are you?’’ she questioned. The older woman shook her head. ‘’You, my dear, are a soldier. Not a man, not a woman, a soldier, you fight for us, and I’m grateful for that’’ she took Y/n’s hands and she explained. ‘’Thank you’’ Y/n whispered. She could hear the singing, but she just wanted to rest. Y/n laid on the small bed and waited for sleep to get her, but it never did. Instead, someone barged in the small room, unaware of the woman. Y/n didn’t try to cover herself, since she thought it was Sister Margaret, but it wasn’t. ‘’Private Reed?’’ Ronald Speirs asked, confused by the situation. He opened the door to reveal a woman laid in a bed, that woman looked just like Private Reed. ‘’Shit, fuck’’ he heard the woman mumble as she tried to cover up. ‘’Uh, yes, Lieutenant Spiers?’’ she stuttered. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. ‘’You’re a, uh, girl?’’ he asked confused. Y/n took a deep breath and scoffed at the word girl. ‘’Woman, yes, I am’’ she replied, a little offended.

He closed the door behind him, to avoid anyone else finding out about her. ‘’How?’’ he asked, sitting in the small stairs in front of the door. ‘’How what?’’ He pointed her body. ‘’Put bandages on my breasts, cut my hair, braided them when they were too long, and I used my middle and last name to enter. Blake Reed’’ she explained. ‘’What’s your real name?’’ he asked. ‘’Y/n, sir’’ she said, afraid that he was going to rat her out. ‘’Nice to really meet you, Y/n’’ he said, smiling. She smiled nervously, what was going on. She was risking a lot, she could die! ‘’Are you going to tell everyone?’’ she asked, her voice cracking at the same time. He shook his head. ‘’What would be the benefit of that? We don’t have enough soldiers, and from what I’ve heard, you’re a goddamn good soldier’’ he simply said. Y/n bit the inside of her cheek at the semi compliment. ‘’Uh, thank you, Lieutenant’’ she stuttered. He checked her out, she had an amazing body, her uniform was definitely hiding stuff. ‘’Can I offer you a smoke?’’ he proposed. She smirked, was he going to kill her? ‘’Thank you, but, uh, I don’t smoke’’ she politely declined. ‘’You should get ready; we’re getting sent to another place’’ he said. She nodded as an agreement as he left the room.

When she gets into the bigger room, she sees Speirs talking with Winters. Her mind starts to spin, what the hell is he talking about? ‘’Blake? Where have you been?’’ Luz asks. ‘’I’ve been walking around town’’ she lied with her man voice. ‘’Boys, sit down!’’ Winters ordered, Y/n went to sit beside Lipton, with a lump in her throat. She was nervously playing with her fingers. ‘’We’re going to another town. Dike is nowhere to be seen, so Lieutenant Spiers is now your captain’’ Winters announces. Y/n takes a deep breath as she rises from the bench, just like the others, to salute their new Captain. As he was being saluted, Spiers looked at Y/n and smiled, she was a brave and beautiful woman, he had a lot of respect for her, and a little bit of a crush…

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[redheadjustin]

Omg I would love a fic where Bella’s dad remarries a guy and Bella is like thrown off because she is too involved with being a vampire to notice her dad is bi and getting remarried 😂

You sighed happy in your husband's arms. You and Charlie swan had been Married for a few years and you were happy. Yes, Charlie Swan was Bisexaul and it was something he regretted hiding for years. He could have found a partner who respected his wants and desires instead of wasting years in a loveless marriage with Rene. Charlie wouldn't take any of it back. It gave him his little girl. If only she deserved him. It had been years since Charlie heard from his daughter despite her and the Cullens still being in Forks. It was something Charlie held deep resentment over.

You knew of Bella. But, you never met her and hoped you never would. You had spent your life babysitting and taking care of children so you knew that Bella was a grade one brat. You were a pediatrician and knew more about raising children than any parent.  After all, you knew what not to do thanks to your parents. You were abused, mistreated and pushed to the side while your siblings were treated like princes. You became a pediatrician to make sure no child grew up like you did. You met Charlie when he brought a kid in with a broken wrist. You two had seen each other around town and had spoken to one another once or twice but for some reason you two hit it off when you talked about suspected abuse. It was how you also met your adopted son, Shawn.

You and Charlie adopted Shawn after the investigation concluded that the poor boy was being abused. It gave you a chance to heal the kid and show him the love you missed. It gave Charlie a chance to make sure it wasn’t his fault on how Bella turned out. You both showered Shawn with love and gifts. But, unlike Rene with Bella, you never spoiled him. You made sure he knew that if he wanted something he had to work for them. And it turned a Scared five year old boy into a strong, brave, loving, caring and respectful ten year old boy who would go on to do extraordinary things in his life.

You sighed as you heard a knock on the door. “I got it Charlie, just relax. I’ll bring back some coffee.” You told your husband as you stood to put your bathrobe on. You walked down the stairs cursing whoever thought it was a good idea to visit at eight in the morning. You opened the door and the person on the other side of the door was the absolute last one you ever expected.

“Charlie! Your Daughter’s here! Why don’t you come in?” You told the confused Vampire after hearing a shout from your husband. You knew she was a vampire as you were a member of the Quileute tribe. Plus your older brother, Paul, is a part of the wolfpack and you expected your little brother to rush to the house once he smelled a vampire near his baby brother.

“So, um, who are you to my dad?” the female vampire asked as she shifted on the couch uncomfortable. You were smirking on the inside. You knew that she smelt Charlie all over you. And she probably already guessed about your relationship but you couldn’t help the satisfaction that rose up at that. You always wanted to take Bella down a few pegs as she always seemed so Goddamn smug when you met her. You’d be surprised if she recognized you. You were always by Paul’s side and helping Emily before you went to med school.  

“Bella, I’m sorry you had to find out about this but Y/N is my husband.” Charlie said as he stepped into the living room with a matching robe around his waist. “Wait, so, You’re Gay??” Bella asked and you flinched at the accusation. You knew what it was like. “No Bella, I’m bisexaul and so is Y/N. You never knew because you never visit and you keep your family away. I only see my granddaughter when Y/N sees his Brother and Jacob happens to be there. So, if you wanted to know you should have come around more. And you’d know you have a stepfather and stepbrother.” It was obvious that what Bella had been told had hurt her. “You catch her up, Charlie. I’ll help Shawn get ready.” You said as you went to go help your son get ready for the day. You smiled as you saw your son already awake. It was the same every morning. Shawn needed help on things normal ten year olds didn’t. Unfortunately, the abuse Shawn suffered gave him nerve damage and developmental delays. It was like he was two instead of ten. “Hey bud. Sleep well?” You asked as you went over to Shawn's dresser. You helped Shawn get dressed for the day and as you did you felt someone in the doorway.

“He’s special.” Bella said quietly. “He is. Shawn was abused heavily and he got nerve damage and delays in his development.” You told Bella softly as you let Bella closer. It seemed Charlie had a talk with Her about Shawn. “...You’re a doctor. Do…do you feel bad you can’t cure him?” You didn’t mind the blunt question. It was natural that she’d wonder how you felt. Everyone did. “Sometimes, yes. But I love him just the way he is and though I look for treatments I don’t care if I take care of him like this till he’s forty.” And that was God's honest truth.

“I’m glad you two are family. Dad said your brother is part of the wolfpack. Who is he?” Bella asked, running her hand through Shawn’s curly, blue hair. “ Paul Lahote.” You answered, smiling at the thought of your hothead brother. “I’m sorry.” Bella said playfully. “I don’t know why. He’s your uncle in law now.” You told her with a shit eating grin. You laughed at the grouan that came out of Bell’s mouth. You were glad Charlie and Bella reconciled. Shawn gained a sister and a whole extended family to help him. And you got to see Bella as she is now. Not as she was and that was everything.  

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happy thanksgiving

when renee bails on bella, she spends thanksgiving with some unconventional hosts. on ao3 here.

thank you to @birchbees for requesting a story of "esme being a good mom to bella"

Bella and Edward were supposed to be enjoying a peaceful fall afternoon together, ideally cuddled up in front of the Cullen fireplace reading from a well-worn copy of ‘Wuthering Heights.’  Bella had fallen asleep within minutes, tired from having spent the previous night talking. She woke up an hour later to find Edward had been dragged out by Emmett who had possibly detected a black bear but needed a telepath to be sure, Emmett still had yet to give up hope Edward’s gift would suddenly apply to animals. 

She learned all of this from the handwritten note in beautiful cursive taped to her forehead. Thinking the house was empty she went to fetch a glass of water. Despite the fact, the entire family had risked their lives for her, more than once, Bella was still terrified of leaving any trace of evidence in the house that she was alive. 

She walked into the kitchen checking her phone, Renee had called for the first time in three weeks. Bella would call her back, maybe in a day or two. Their conversations were getting less frequent, especially after Renee had broken the news she was spending the holidays with Phil’s sister and her children. Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year’s. There was no reason it should have upset Bella as much as it did, she couldn’t think about it for too long. 

She wiped what was definitely not a tear as she swung open the kitchen door. 

“Good morning,” a familiar voice said from the kitchen bar. Bella jumped a little before realizing it was just Esme, probably the least threatening person she knew, especially for a technical murderer. 

“Hi,” Bella smiled, trying to aggressively wipe away the certainly not tears. She knew Esme noticed but thankfully was kind enough to not mention it. 

“Can I get you anything?” Esme asked. She was sifting through a large book of fabric swatches while looking back and forth between her laptop screen, the book, and the plans she had strewn across the marble countertops. 

“I was just getting water,” Bella said, suddenly afraid of being an imposition. 

Esme smiled and returned her attention back to her work. “Edward will be home soon,” she said as Bella filled a water glass. 

“I know. He left a note.” 

“Figures. But he promised he’d hide my left socks if I didn’t relay the message.” 

“I’ll make sure to tell him. Your socks are safe,” Bella said, taking a sip of the water. Esme at some point had started keeping a pitcher of water in the empty fridge, she infused them with different fruits today’s selection was orange and lemon. 

They sat in comfortable silence for a few moments, Bella refilled her glass once. 

“Are you doing anything for Thanksgiving?” Esme asked as she carefully tore out a pink striped upholstery fabric. There was no way Esme would have known Bella would rather do anything but think of the holiday season, but it still felt cruel of her to bring it up. 

“No,” Bella muttered. “My mom is spending the season with her new in-laws, and Charlie has to work so I’ll probably just have a quiet night at home.” 

“That’s a bummer,” Esme frowned.

“It’s alright,” Bella shrugged. “The only thing I really like about Thanksgiving is my grandma’s pumpkin pie without the pumpkin but I haven’t had that in years so it’s fine.” 

She omitted the fact she could eat an entire tray of sweet potatoes with caramelized marshmallows on top, would eat cranberry sauce straight out of the can like it was candy, and used to wait anxiously in front of the oven window watching the turkey roast. 

“Well, we’d love to have you over. Although we might not be much fun.” 

She showed up at the Cullen house for another mundane afternoon, three peanut butter and jelly sandwiches stowed in her backpack, a Cosmic Brownie for Thanksgiving dessert, and a Diet Pepsi as a treat. It was a pathetic excuse for a holiday dinner but she supposed this would be how holidays would go for the rest of forever, it’s not like vampires would ever spend fourteen hours in the kitchen just for nostalgia. 

“What is that?” Rosalie whisper-shouted, appearing in front of Bella’s truck in a flash. 

“What?” Bella frowned. 

“The food in your bag,” Rosalie hissed. 

“It’s my… dinner?” 

“Edward didn’t tell you,” she scowled. 

“Tell me what?” Bella asked. 

Rosalie rolled her eyes, a gesture that somehow involved her entire body. “Give me the sandwiches,” she whispered. When Bella didn’t do as she said, thinking she couldn’t be serious. “Now,” she held her hand out in front of her. “Please,” she added quickly. 

Bella did as Rosalie said. “Thank you,” Rosalie muttered. “Now go in there and say thank you.” 

“Thank you?” Bella said, not understanding why she was thanking Rosalie for stealing her food but doing so anyways. 

“Not to me,” Rosalie said, rolling her eyes once again. “Just go inside, please,” she smiled slightly, lightly pushing Bella towards the house. 

When Bella opened the front door she was greeted by the smell of spices and something sweet baking in the oven. 

Edward poked his head out of the kitchen, grinning when he saw her. “Happy Thanksgiving.” 

Bella walked into the kitchen to find one of the most extravagant spreads she had ever seen. It wasn’t an Edward extravagant, expensive and lavish, but lovingly extravagant, homemade dinner rolls, two different salads, a small turkey, and a honey-roasted ham. 

Edward and Esme were both in the kitchen, although Edward was standing off to the side, more an accessory than an actual assistant. He greeted her with a kiss on her cheek, his arm wrapping around her shoulders and pulling her into his side. “Suprise,” he whispered into her temple. 

  Esme was wearing an apron that looked straight out of ‘Leave it to Beaver’ and well-loved over the years, her curls piled on the top of her head in an unruly bun. “Happy Thanksgiving,” Esme smiled as she pulled a pie out of the oven. 

“Happy Thanksgiving,” Bella said, trying to swallow the sob that had been threatening to jump out her throat all day, this time for a very different reason. 

“Alright,” Esme said, sliding three pies across the counter towards Bella. “I give up. I tried,” she laughed lightly. 

Bella looked down and there, sandwiched between two almost pumpkin pies was a version of her grandmother’s pumpkin pie without the pumpkin looking up at her. 

“Pumpkin pie, without the pumpkin,” Bella said looking at the pie crust filled with vanilla ice cream topped with whipped cream. The sob in her throat was now declaring war against her. 

Esme looked at the pie in disbelief, “you’re kidding. That’s it?” She asked, pointing at the pie. 

The only response Bella could muster was to wrap Esme in a hug. “You nailed it,” she whispered, her voice no louder than a rustle of leaves. “Thank you.”

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Rock Bottom: Moneymakers Fanfic/AU, Part 1

This is the first installment of a story based off of an AU idea for @coldresolve’s Moneymakers series. The masterlist for the series is his pinned post. Go check it out!!

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That oh-so-despised feeling of boredom was beginning to creep into Renee’s mind again. The kind that made his fingers twitch, his leg shaking restlessly even as he paced furiously around the kitchen, scrolling through his phone so quickly that any glimpse of information he might gather would be subliminal at best. His music was turned up to full blast, yet he could barely hear it. He needed a line, a pill, something.

He stalked back to his room and threw open the drawer he already knew would be empty, clawing at the compartment with shaking hands and slamming the drawer back shut as his fingers ran over smooth wood and nothing else. No coke, no money, not even a cigarette. 

He slammed a fist into the wall, hissing in pain as his knuckles split on the impact. If nothing else, the pain was better than that itching sensation crawling in his chest.

He scrolled to Lazarus’s contact without thinking, fingertip hovering over the call button. He’d already tried to fuck himself into a deal one too many times, at this point, he was surprised the man hadn’t blocked him. But since Davin (Kit? Jared? Seth? Caleb?)  had jumped ship with Conrad and the money, he didn’t have many options left. 

“Sorry man, you’re just not worth the risk. You draw too much attention. And you know you can’t do it without me, but I can do it without you. It’s just business.” 

He hadn’t even confronted him in person, just left a stupid fucking note on the kitchen counter and a trail of tattered dollar bills trampled by dusty tire tracks. 

He threw another punch at the wall, his anger ripping from his throat in a furious roar that tapered off into a wounded cry. 

“FUCK—” 

He fumbled for the gun at his waist, firing without even pausing to glance at a target. The lamp shattered off his nightstand with an ear-splitting crack, glass and ceramic exploding back at him in a stinging wave of shards. 

The silence that blanketed the room was enough to draw Renee back to his senses, at least for a moment. He needed his drugs. And for that, he needed money. 

He switched the gun’s safety on and kicked it across the room— he couldn’t trust himself with it, not now. Not when holding the muzzle to his head and pulling the trigger sounded like the only thing that could give him the rush he needed at the moment. 

Instead, he flipped open his laptop and began searching. 

He’d always known there were other people like him— torturers, murderers, people looking for a quick, bloodstained buck. And since he didn’t have Davin’s skills, he only had one thing left to offer. 

Willing to offer red room participation for 20% of profit— might be easier to have a victim who’s not trying to escape off camera. Male, 26.  Pictures on request. 

He left his phone number at the bottom of the post. 

His head spun with the recklessness of it all. If nothing else, the novelty of being beat up in someone else’s red room would be a rush of its own.  And if he hated every second, he’d get enough money out of it to replenish his stash. 

How bad could it be? 

~~

Waiting for a message sent restlessness crawling up his spine once more. Renee stalked in laps outside around the house, the bright and sunny day doing nothing to improve his mood, and the fresh air he breathed in just served to remind him he had nothing stronger to put in his lungs. 

When his phone buzzed in his pocket, he nearly jumped out of his skin. A text from an unknown number had appeared on the screen. 

He swiped frantically with one hand, the other itching to hold a joint. 

Your offer sounds tempting. I’d like those pictures you’d promised. 

His heart kicked with a fresh thrill. Let’s do this shit. He’d get his money back, get his drugs back, and be ready to find another victim of his own. Hell, maybe he could even steal Conrad back once he was on his feet. 

But he had to take this one step at a time. 

He decided on several of his standard best-angle-best-lighting selfies, and a screenshot of a snapchat he’d sent to Lazarus after a fight: a crooked nose dripping blood all the way down to his neck, lip split, bruises littering his cheekbones, and an unmistakable, shit eating grin. Written over it was “you should see the other guy”. He scoffed at the youthful stupidity of the photo but kept it with the rest— if he was trying to get a side job in a red room, they’d want to see how he looked while covered in blood. 

The other person responded nearly immediately. 

Hot ;) Looks like you’ve got yourself a deal. Meet me at 3252  Collinswood Lane. Albany, NY. Tomorrow, 11 pm. 

Renee was taken aback. Already sending a location, this quickly? 

How do I know you’re not just gonna kidnap me for real once I get out there? 

He waited for the response with bated breath. 

You're asking for 20%.... looks to me like you can't say no even if I won't make any promises.

He barked out a dry laugh. When was the last time he’d done something this spontaneous? This crazy? He’d missed it. With a resigned scoff, he began to type. 

Get me the drugs I need and you’ve got yourself a deal. 

With any luck, he wouldn’t have to spend all his money on his drugs. With any luck, it would all be over in a month or so. 

He opened another tab and booked a one-way train ticket to Albany. 

~~ 

The address led him to a run down, abandoned old factory. When he got out of the car, pockets loaded with knives, phone flashlight on full power, there was no one to be seen. A bush rustled behind him, a stick snapped, and Renee flinched, turning towards the sound. Nothing was there. 

He sighed. It was 11:15. Maybe the guy had driven off at 11 sharp, convinced Renee had chickened out. Maybe he was being led out here to be murdered. 

His hands shook. He needed a cigarette. 

He checked his phone again, resisting the urge to chuck it at the brick wall in front of him when there wasn’t a single notification. 

Instead, he shot a text to his unknown patron. 

I’m here. You coming?

He didn’t expect an answer, yet it arrived just the same. 

Light flooded the crumbling sidewalk that led to the factory, illuminating a dark-clad figure who leaned against one of the lampposts. 

“I was waiting for you to notice me,” an amused, silky voice stated. 

Renee could have punched them, then and there. Instead, he gave a weak shrug. 

“Guess I’m off my game,” he muttered hotly. “Any specifics on your end of the deal?” 

“Hold up, we don’t have to be all business just yet,” the man countered. “You got a name to go with that pretty face?” 

“Renee.” He said it without thinking. Davin had taught him better, but he couldn’t be bothered to care. It wasn’t like his life could get much worse. 

“What’s yours?” 

“You can call me Corbin.” 

Renee scoffed. “Ya make that up on the spot?” 

“Not exactly.” Corbin pulled out a lighter as he spoke and held the flame to the end of a joint. 

Renee’s body surged with sudden craving. “D’you have anything else on you?” He said, unable to contain the desperate edge in his voice. “Coke?”

Corbin shook his head. “Not on me. You’ll have to settle for weed.” He offered his lit joint like a peace offering, the signature stench of weed filling the air.

“I’ll take it.” He snatched it up as soon as Corbin held it out, bringing it to his lips like it was his last breath of life. And while the high was mild, it was something. It was enough to remind him that he could still feel alive, hell, that he could still feel anything at all.  

Corbin dug in his pocket for another joint for himself, lighting it with a practiced flick and taking a long hit. 

“Let’s get out of here.” 

~~

Corbin’s car was a black gullwing BMW, sleek and stiflingly expensive. Renee ducked under the door and slid into the passenger seat without a word, one hand holding tight to his joint while he clutched his phone in the other. What had seemed like such a brilliant idea at the moment had turned into a reality, one that got much more frightening with every passing minute of tense silence.

“There’re gonna be limits, right? To a degree?” Renee said tentatively, hitting his joint while drumming his fingers on the pristine leather seat. “Like. Break a finger, sure, but don’t cut it off?” 

Why the fuck had he agreed to this? Why the fuck had he volunteered? Why the fuck had he bought a one-way ticked before asking basic questions?

Corbin shrugged, taking a long drag of his own joint. 

“To a degree, yes. But it’ll be real enough that you’ll be paying for your cut with blood by the ounce, trust me. But if I decide it’s not good enough, then it doesn’t count. And if that happens, you’ll find those limits to be… tested. Gotta give ‘em what they want, you know how it is. It’s just business… Renee, was it?” 

He was tempted to say no, just for the hell of it, but he nodded. It seemed the two of them were more alike than would be good for him. 

“Yeah,” he muttered. What the hell had he gotten himself into? 

He pulled out his phone to share his location with Lazarus, on the off chance this went wrong, and Corbin swerved so hard that the car nearly spun off the road. Renee lurched sideways, his head smacking against the window with a thud even as he tried to catch himself on an armrest. 

“Give me the fucking phone,” he snapped, the suave business partner facade melting off in an instant. 

He reached into his coat and shoved a gun in Renee’s face while keeping one hand on the wheel, the end of it so close that it practically dug into his jaw. “Don’t think I won’t do it.” 

Renee’s heart nearly stopped, his chest seizing in a sudden moment of clarity that cut through the easy relaxation that had come over him from the weed. He knew, if Corbin was anything like him, he truly wouldn’t hesitate to shoot. He tossed his phone in the man’s lap, resisting the urge to whip out a knife or throw a punch. He couldn’t stand a chance, not against a gun. 

“You weren’t ever gonna give me the money, were you?” Renee asked bitterly. It wasn’t like he hadn’t had a sneaking suspicion, wasn’t like he hadn’t fucking known better. Davin had been right— too impulsive, too willing to do anything to get the rush he needed. He’d dug himself into this hole, and now it was too deep for him to crawl out of it. 

Corbin shook his head, chuckling. 

“Why would I? It’s not like I have to.” He turned to give him a devious wink, opened a window, and hurled Renee’s phone out, and Renee couldn’t help but wince at the distant sound of shattering glass. 

He was truly and utterly fucked.  

#blue writes #rock bottom: a moneymakers au

[boag]

15 questions for 15 mutuals

@malibubarbiethepinkprincess tagged me to do this lol thank u qween

1) Are you named after anyone?

My mom actually named me Karma after a rave she went to on her 19th birthday, but my middle name is Renee after her aunt who died young in the 80s bc she had an asthma attack while dyeing her own hair alone at home and stopped breathing bc of the fumes 😭

2) Do you have kids?

No lol

3) Do you use sarcasm a lot?

4) When was the last time you cried?

I cry daily I’m just that kinda girl idk . Earlier I cried a little bit bc I couldn’t find my weed pen

5) What’s the first thing you notice about other people?

Vibes

6) Eye color?

Light brown I guess . They usually seem darker than they are but in direct sunlight and photos with flash they’re more like an amber color

7) What sports do you/have you played?

I cheered for football from like age 5 to age 10 .

8) Any special talent?

I’m a pretty good singer!! I used to be a lot better when I was younger and I used to constantly practice and study vocal technique online bc I wanted to sing professionally. My dream at one point was to be an opera performer. Now that I’m an adult my voice has deepened a significant amount and also I’ve been smoking for years and don’t rlly practice or work on technique anymore so my singing isn’t nearly as impressive as it was back then, but I still sing for fun a lot and in some ways I think I sound better now that my voice has matured. I also used to play covers of random songs on ukulele while singing by myself at home when I was younger lol. And I draw and paint too.

9) Where were you born?

South Jersey

10) Scary movies or happy endings?

I hate this question bc they’re not mutually exclusive concepts and also both are good as long as they’re executed well and make sense with the overall point of the movie.

11) Do you have any pets?

Yes! I have a chihuahua named Pandora but I just call her Panda 90% of the time (she was named after the Skins character) and a fluffy tabby cat named Xena who I’ve had since I was nine years old. Also my mom has a chihuahua-maltese mix named Cosmo and he’s like my four-legged little brother .

12) How tall are you?

Like 5’3

13) What are your hobbies?

Doing my makeup and watching movies and tv and microblogging and smoking a lot and FaceTiming people and loving my friends and making art and singing along to music loudly Thanks so much<3

14) Favorite subject in school?

It was ALWAYS history

15) Dream job?

I do not dream of labor but like the best things I’ve thought of maybe doing as a career in the future are probably like… teaching middle school or counseling or smth like that . Or maybe I’ll go to beauty school 🤔

I tag @1892 @lizzyswor1d @evilnicegirl @joaquinscleftlip @b-0-ngripper-deactivated20010911 @computerexploder @sun-lit-goth @yungrapunxelpart2 @carygrantsbeard @holedyke @mrsterlingeverything @boyczar @gavinstrick @g3pony @angelnumber27 but like no pressure lol

[whatareyousearchingfordean]

Accidentally In Love

Epilogue

Summary: Dean and Y/n are finally moving forward in life

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 431

Warnings: None

Author’s Note: A good ol' fashioned rom-com happy ending! Thanks for reading this one xo Alex

Catch up with the series masterlist and check out Alexandra’s Library for more works by yours truly!

The early morning light had begun to filter through the curtains, highlighting the specks of dust floating in the air. Dean had climbed out of his empty bed, her side still warm when he had groggily felt around in hopes of pulling the architect into his arms. 

Soft music was playing from his record player as he made his way downstairs. He followed the smell of cooking bacon toward the kitchen, finding Y/n mixing something in a bowl. The engineer smiled to himself as he watched her quietly singing along to the Zeppelin song. Dean snuck up behind her, peaking on the tips of his toes to see she was mixing a batter before he reached over her shoulder, dipping his finger into the bowl and depositing the glob of batter onto Y/n’s nose. 

“Dean?!” she turned her head towards the man, a laugh erupting from deep in her belly. He smiled back, unable to contain himself as he let her joy light him up from the inside out. 

“Good morning,” he smiled down at her as she wiped the food from her nose. He leaned in and kissed her forehead, his lips lingering against her skin as he rubbed his knuckles against the swell of her abdomen. “How are my girls doing?”

“Well one of us couldn’t sleep so the other decided to make daddy breakfast,” Y/n explained with a roll of her eyes. She wasn’t getting much sleep these days as their baby doubled in size. 

“That was unnecessary,” Dean offered.

“So you are saying you don’t want any of this bacon? Cause I’d be happy to keep it all to myself…” she trailed off as returned to the counter to grab the meat. 

“Nuh, uh, no way you are keeping me away from the bacon,” Dean tsked as he also reached for his favorite treat. Y/n giggled as Dean beat her to the bacon, plucking a few crispy strips from the plate before she could stop him. 

“Fine,” Y/n relented. “You can eat your bacon, but only because I love you.”

“I love you too,” Dean agreed before continuing. “Both of you.” 

The woman grinned at her boyfriend, contentment written across their features as Dean met his lips with hers in a gentle caress. If someone had told him a year ago this is where his life would be, he certainly would have never believed them. And while he hadn’t meant to fall in love with his best friend, there was no escaping her. And he couldn’t imagine anything better than her love.

Forevers: @440mxs-wife @akshi8278 @anathewierdo @atc74 @austin-winchester67 @awesome-badass-cafeteria-sauce @briagallen @callmekda @dawnie1988 @deandreamernp @deanwanddamons​ @ellewritesfix05 @emoryhemsworth @foxyjwls007 @heartsaved​ @hobby27​ @janicho88​ @jarpad24​ @jbsgirl4ever11​ @jensengirl83​ @katbratsupernaturalwhore​ @leigh70​ @littlewhiterose​ @lunarmoon8361​ @lyarr24​ @maggiegirl17 @maliburenee​ @mrsjenniferwinchester​ @msmarvelouswinchester​ @polina-93​ @roseblue373​ @sexyvixen7​ @siospins2​ @sleepylunarwolf​ @spnbaby-67​ @spnwoman​ @squirrelnotsam​ @stiles-stilinski-24-dylan​ @stoneyggirl​ @suckmyapplejacks​ @supernatural3002​ @supraveng​ @tatted-trina6​ @thoughts-and-funnies​ @traceyaudette​ @tranquility-or-chaos​ @watermelonlipstick​ @waywardbeanie @wayward-dreamer @winchest09​ @woodworthti666​

Accidentally In Love: @deans-baby-momma​ @hoboal87​ @jenniferr0323​ @katelyn-renee @kenzieam​ @redbarn1995​ @samsgirl93​ @sexysirius​ @smellingofpoetry​ @spnfamily-j2​ @starryeyeseunbyul​ @that-one-gay-girl​ @tvdspngirl314​ @vicmc624​ @xhannahbananax03​

#dean winchester x reader #dean winchester fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #dean winchester x you #dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester #supernatural fanfic #spn fanfic #spn fic #supernatural #spn #alex writes #mine #accidentally in love

[omegaremix]

April 5, 2018.

A venture into New York City is always a good thing. Give me any reason - a doctor’s appointment, family, or a show in Greenpoint - and I’m there. This time it was a check-up on the pricier Lower East Side. I asked the team to give me an early time because I knew something else was going on behind the clinic. I know because my old man drove me home all the time and took a specific rote to do so.

The chilly 35* temperatures bit like any early April would. The sharp white sun constantly cut across the passing white clouds drifting through the dry blue sky. I stand at the Deer Park platform for a few minutes and anticipate its’ arrival. The iPod Classic (160GB) is still holding up. It’s been my only companion that comes with me for Christ knows how long, ever since it’s not-as-capable brother (30GB) took it’s first ride with me supplying Whitehouse’s Racket, Vincent Gallo’s When, and various Boards Of Canada and Roy Ayers cuts. That was another springtime trip where Cath- and I joined forces at Penn Station to go to the Brooklyn Museum and back home on the Ronkonkoma line for what was one of the most significant days ever lived. I loaded up the 400 or so finds to it of songs I never heard of before, songs then in the auditioning phase for Omega WUSB’s airplay. Train rides on the Deer Park line are usually prime-time to cycle through it all with no distractors around. My other companions? A Sony kit and a tripod.

I board and sit on the outer left aisle facing forward. No window seat this time. Public Image Ltd.’s “Poptones” couldn’t have come at a better time as the Deer Park line slowly rolled down through Farmingdale. None more fitting when those loopy dangling notes of Keith Levene’s Veleno moved perfectly with the slow floating crawl of the car. I’m not even paying attention to the motion blur of the graffiti or the industrial buildings usually experienced when looking out of the window. Another song plays, it’s The Plugz’ “Satisifed And Die”. It was a gift from Holly, a Brooklyn goth girl who followed me here. She’s made me roused and stimulated like no other. We been trading recommendations for a couple months based on our equivalencies of industrial, noise, punk, and other artists. I never heard of Plugz until she told me that “Hammy” from The Pee-Wee Herman Show was in the band.

The music still spun in my ears. Each song that played was saved to the day’s on-the-go playlist. No skips or fast-forwards. Eventually there’ll be seven or ten songs out of thirty that will follow me around forever out from the 400 chosen for April 5th. They kept going, and so was I on the way to Penn Station. Final track to end the ride? “Hold On To Your Genre” from Les Savy Fav, a band I’ve heard about over the years, and maybe a mention from former selector Xtina who used to run The All Ages Show before I took over her timeslot. Holly’s hits kept on parading through.

Penn Station here. I save my energy taking the A/C/E connecting me to the N/Q/R/W line to Lexington Av. and walk up 3rd St. to the clinic. Here I am! I’m directed to go upstairs and angle myself for some x-rays before heading downstairs to see the silver surgeon who saved my life eighteen months ago.

“Wow! What’s that?” excitingly ask Renee, the surgeon’s assistant. She saw my kit and tripod and told her I was going to shoot after our appointment. She was happy to see me. They’ve seen them all come and go during all their years in practice. It was a treat for them to see me have this new energy from when I was either blacked out on the hospital bed or frustrated and itching ready to go. But here I was. That’s the most important thing for all of us, right? Silver took his hand and pressed his tips on my shoulder to feel any changes. Looked over the film and saw no changes. Asked me how I was doing with this British / Irish roll and was pleased to hear that I was doing great. An hour later, I was good to go. Show’s over for now. See you in six months.

I haul my inventory out of the clinic and head towards where my old man would start our path home. It’s the Grand Army Plaza at the southeastern corner of Central Park. Look up and you’ll see the golden monument of William Tecumseh Sherman riding high on a stone pedestal with Victory guiding the way. I take several photos of all their heroic glory. A few horse-and-carriage jockeys were all around me with their furnishings dressed in white, red, and purple with gold trim. I see many overseas families make the best of their time taking photos for mementos forever to be remembered by, not knowing if and when they’ll have another opportunity to return again. But I don’t stop there.

Forward I go into Central Park, because I had all the time in the world to tread into uncharted territory. I walk past the disused zoo and end up at the Balto statue. How cute. I stop and snap away for more test shots before some former aspiring Aron Kay wanna-be rode his bike past me and said something about Balto being a liberal conspiracy, and self-declared it a debacle that was worse that seeing Oprah’s goatse. I walk away from his trailed stench of shit and dried blood and now here I am walking right down the middle of The Mall and Literary Walk. It literally welcomes you in with its pathway, where its generousity is measured by its wideness.

It was at that exact point where I started feeling euphoric again. I’ve beaten cancer to see my final benefits loaded into savings. Three paychecks in March, the tax refund hit, and our company gave us full-timers a surprise $1,000 bonus. Minimal and synthwave finds connected me with some of my best followers here, good times with me and twenty of my other co-workers at my neighborhood arcade, and the record-store victory tour just started. All of my on-going projects at Ω+, VMFX, and WUSB kept me going and proud. My nerves straightened themselves out and for once in my life I was on top of everything. There were no worries, no stress, no pressure. There was only hope. I hit the sweet spot that I been trying to acquire for so long and this was it. I felt like I was the person I always wanted to be. Keep going.

To my right is the Naumburg Bandshell where I did my best to preserve whatever dynamics it presented me with a press of a button. Further I go and I encounter the Besthesda Terrace, a dazzling array that’s been around for almost 175 years. Greeting me is its accompanying fountain where The Angel Of The Waters looks over all of us. A Danish family of four wanted their picture taken together so they asked me kindly to snap them with their camera, which I happily obliged.

It’s 5PM. Joggers and bikers are imminent. Young couples are sitting on the hills admiring the skyscrapers to the south and west side. I let myself get lost as I head north. I reach the Bow Bridge to see a young Filipine couple in their wedding threads have their photos taken. I continue to wander through all the winding pathways and steep hills to find myself at Belvedere Castle which was gated off and closed indefinitely. A few thousand feet later, I stop short at the 86th Street Transverse to catch my breath and pause to experience the current moment of clarity. Robert Viger’s “Limpidite” started to play. The sun’s about to set and it’s getting dimmer. Now was the time to head back.

I didn’t remember the path I took to get here, so what fun I had when I got lost and realized I had to walk the equivalent of thirty city blocks to even reach East 59th Street again which I returned to. I was exhausted and was tempted to take the N/Q/R/W line back to Penn Station, but no. It’s rare for me to be in the city, so why not make the best of it and walk it all back to Grand Central? My time was limitless because I didn’t have to be at work until 1PM the next day. Let’s reverse the process.

I take part in the crowded hustle and bustle of Manhattan. I walk 30 blocks south back to Penn Station for the ride home eastward, still bathing in the new euphoria and pending Spring renewal I just felt. I arrive five minutes to my train, but no big deal. I’m more than happy to re-hydrate with a $2.50 bottle of water and wait around until the Ronkonkoma line arrives. I have another relaxing 65-minute train ride back to Deer Park to cycle through more auditions and selections for the day’s forever soundtrack before it’s gone forever. I arrive on the Deer Park platform and step off the train. I step off the platform and walk through the aluminum overpass and steps onto the parking lot. I get in my car and drive away to sweep up the rest of the way home through the Brentwood streets. 10:30PM and I’m home for the night.

**********

There’s a message waiting for me after I walked in. It’s Holly. She asked how my day was and what I was up to. It was real nice for one of my all-time favorite followers to even ask. I had to reply to her before heading to bed. I also sent her the day’s photos and then asked to see if we could finally meet up. The momentum was stronger and now more essential than ever. I’m thriving for more.

Ghost Spell: “People On The Street”

This Is Hell: “Anarchy On The Atlantic”

Stars Are Insane, The: Versus

Ramleh: “Soundcheck Changeling 2”

Alan Shearer: “Dark Is The Color”

Public Image Ltd.: “Poptones”

Ghost Spell: “Tzz”

Plugz, The: “Red Eye #9″

Jan Jelinek: “They Their”

Pan Daijing: “Female”

Candy: “Rain In Spetember”

Pierre-Alain Dahan & Slim Pezin: “Slim Bertha”

Pisschrist: “Fatal Control”

Alan Shearer: “Only For One Girl”

James Clarke: “Silent Summer”

Thomas Leer: “Saving Grace”

Paul Dupont & His Orchestra: “Lovelorn”

Boy Harsher: “Modulations”

Zola Jesus: “Bound”

Errorsmith: “Superlative Fatigue”

Pisschrist: “Fuck The World”

Alan Shearer: “Generation V”

Joanna Brouk: “The Space Between”

Grey Hairs: “Emergency Banger”

Hogan’s Heroes: “Drugs”

Plugz, The: “Touch For Cash”

Kap Bambino: “More Machine“

Leon Gardner: “Farm Song”

Les Savy Fav: “Hold On To Your Genre”

Marijuana Deathsquads “All Deep”

Red Apollo: “Knife Party”

Stars Are Insane: “I Stayed Up All Night Thinking Of You” (ver.)

Wolf Alice: “Sad Boy”

76% Uncertain: “Coffee Achievers"

Kedr Livanskiy: “Sunrise Stop”

Haircut: “Shutting Down”

Keiji Haino: “See That My Grave Is Kept Clean”

Cabaret Voltaire: Extended Play EP

Candy: “Bears”

Frumpies, The: “I Just Wanna Puke On The Stereo”

Pan Daijing: “Overdose”

Ajax: “Paper And Steel”

Les Savy Fav: Inches

Robert Viger: “Limpidite”

#omega #music #playlists #mixtapes #personal #NYC #New York City #Manhattan #Robert Viger #Les Savy Fav #Ajax #Pan Daijing #Frumpies #Cabaret Voltaire #Thomas Leer #Joanna Brouk #Keiji Haino #Wolf Alice #Marijuana Deathsquads #Kap Bambino #Plugz #Zola Jesus #Kedr Livanskiy #James Clarke #Public Image Ltd. #Ramleh #Stars Are Insane

[jingerhead]

hiya! prompt idea??? i got a notification about the queer prom in my area and that immediately made me think of high school andreil. either them coming from different high schools meeting at the prom for the first time, established relationship going to escape their homophobic school, OR my favorite; loner andrew pining for jock neil who “must be straight,,,, right?” and then having an aneurysm when he sees him there. anyways, do with this what you will, i just think there is so much potential for my awkward murder babies :,)

OH anon that is just so wonderful that that exists in the first place, I'm so happy! I wish I could've gotten to go to a queer prom omg. I also think that idea is just perfect, I too am a sucker for the 'loner Andrew pining for jock Neil' trope. Literally perfect.

There is so much potential here, so I wrote a little thing :) I hope you enjoy the tiny drabble, thank you so much for the idea!! It's beautiful, and I REALLY want to go to a queer prom now hehe.

~*~

Andrew wasn’t sure what sufficed for a queer prom, but he definitely should’ve gone into it with less expectations. The event was taking place in a restaurant in the village that was equipped more for birthday parties than school dances, but the fact that it existed at all was “a win”, at least according to Nicky. There were streamers hung in waves on the ceiling, balloon arches and neon lights that flashed along with the music being played from speakers. In total there had to be at least forty kids in the place, all from different schools around the area.

Somehow, Andrew had been talked into coming along. Between Nicky’s nagging about how he never had a queer prom when he was in high-school (as if he was thirty or something) and Renee mentioning going once, Andrew ended up renting a suit and going. Most of the people there were couples, but some seemed to be friend groups having the time of their lives. Renee had gone off to dance with her girlfriend, leaving Andrew alone with the desserts he’d grabbed from the free snack table.

He wasn’t uncomfortable in crowds, but preferred to stick alone. The one person Andrew really hung around at school was his twin brother and Renee, uninterested in pursuing any friendships that wouldn’t last past the next two years. But this place was stuffy and loud, and Andrew had finished his last brownie, so he decided to head out one of the exits to take a smoke break in the empty alley next to the restaurant.

The music was still audible from where he was leaning against the brick wall, but it was muted and less irritating. Andrew felt himself calm the longer he was alone, slowly taking drags from his cigarette and letting the nicotine wash through him. He should really just leave after this, because Andrew wasn’t interested in trying to find a hookup tonight and Renee didn’t need him to drive her home. He should go back to the house, get the unopened rocky road ice cream in the freezer and spend the rest of his night watching shitty movies in his pajamas.

The door further down the alley opened suddenly, bringing Andrew out of his thoughts. He watched as a guy walked out and entered the alleyway, pausing when he noticed Andrew standing there as well. Andrew blinked in surprise when he noticed it was Neil Josten standing there, dressed in an all-black ensemble of dress pants, a button up and loosened tie. 

Star striker Neil Josten. Exy junkie from the high-school varsity team. Practically the jock of all jocks that Andrew had snuck glances at in the hallways. And during lunch. And in shared classes. Especially gym class. Not that it mattered, because exy-junkie-ultimate-jock Neil Josten couldn’t be anything but straight.

Right?

“Hi,” Neil said, walking down the alley.

“Hm,” Andrew hummed, busying himself with taking another drag from his cigarette.

“Air?” Neil asked.

Andrew hummed again. Neil kept standing where he was, just a couple of steps away, leaning on one leg and staring. “Who made you come?” Andrew asked before he could stop himself.

“Why did someone have to make me?” Neil asked, falling against the wall. Andrew was very aware of the few inches of space between them. 

“Here with a boyfriend, then?” he managed to get out, bringing his cigarette between his lips so that he wouldn’t say anything else.

“No,” Neil said through a soft snort. He held out a hand that Andrew placed a fresh cigarette in, handing over his lighter a moment later. Neil lit it and held it between his fingers, seeming far more interested in breathing than smoking.

“Why, then?” Andrew asked before he could stop himself.

“Last time I checked, being ace is a queer identity,” Neil said after blowing some smoke into the air. He had a challenging look in his eyes, like he was daring Andrew to say otherwise.

But there was nothing to argue with in the first place. “Yes,” Andrew agreed, unable to look away from Neil, studying the way his eyes matched the sky.

Neil seemed pleased with the answer, closing his eyes and tipping his head back against the brick of the wall. “You?”

“Hm?”

“Here with a boyfriend?”

“No,” Andrew answered. He focused on smoking the rest of the cigarette in his hand, finally stubbing it out on the brick near his hip and tossing the remains on the dirty floor. Neil did the same just seconds later, and the two breathed together as the sun slowly set, the sky getting darker with every minute.

“I’m bored,” Neil said, taking a step away. He shoved his hands in his pockets and stared at Andrew, who did anything but stare back. “Hungry?”

Honestly he wasn’t, but Andrew said, “Yes.”

“There’s a place not too far that has a midnight breakfast menu,” Neil explained. He started to lead the way out of the alley with Andrew right behind him, heading towards the parking lot. “They have great milkshakes, too.”

It sounded amazing. “I’ll drive.”

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