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yandereseijuun · 1 year

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Yandere Beelzebub Hcs and oneshot

Beelzebub x Lilith's little sister! Reader

Please , don't go , you're the light of my life without you my life is full of darkness

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Warning: Angsty , Beel being a stalker , violence ,talking abt death , a little bit gore , Beel is a lil creepy , and fluff maybe at the end

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What kind of yandere is he?

He's the manipulative one and ready to kidnap his S/O without hesitation

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Darling you're so innoncent that you wont see the plan he's preparing in his mind

You two met when your big sis Lilith has show you to him , you were so innocent that his heart was set in flame only for you

Then your dear sister and three more person were killed after this you didn't saw him cause he knew if you dare to find out that was him who killed your dear sister he know that you're gonna call him a monster and avoid him as much as you can

But unfortunately you found out , because you sad it and since that day you started to avoid him , fearing you might have the same end as your sister , at first he thought you were mad at him but then he realized you weren't mad at him you were just scared of him

You wouldn't meet each other until he litteraly disappeared

But you always felt that someone was watching over you

It was him all along , he kept watching you everyday and everynight waiting for that little moment

He kidnaped you when you were asleep , he ordered his two experimental subjet to go and find you without hurting you

And they litteraly brought you to him, he saw you were sleeping , you didn't know that your beautiful life full of flower , beautiful will became a life where you gonn'be chained to someone who fell in love with you in the worst way

He will call you : Darling , Love , Sweetie , Lovely Y/N , dear

He will spoil you so much so you cannot leave him

He will not let you , having some fresh air he will just let you go on the balcony

He's very manipulative (Warning ! )

If Satan dare to come and take the control of his body . One word , hide before he uses you as an experience

If you dare to disobey or dare to escape him , he's gonna torture you or otherwise gonna put you in a room without humans contact

He's gonna make rules so you will better obey or its gonna be torture time

Or when he's in a good mood , the both of you are gonna cuddle

If you love poetry , *chuckle* darling he might write many love poem

Or if you love science , your gonna be his assistent

No sharing , no no no bcs you belong to him and only him

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As the creatures placed you on their Lord's bed , you snoozed into the sheets . Beel was finishing his project , he came into his room and went next to his darling , he stroke her cheek whispering to himself how lucky he was to have his beloved all to himself

As you woke up , you saw that you weren't in your room , which it was slightly scaring you . You looked at the room , it was dark , with some candles on Beel's desk who were illuminating a part of the room . And you started to stand up , looking for an exit as the Lord of the Flies appeared right front of you , you let out a little scream while taking a few steps back away from him

You looked at him , trying to know who your kidnapper was , black suit , black hair and eyes full of no emotions , you've couldn't say much more . You exactly knew who was your kidnapper was , the one who was friend with your elder sister , the murder of your sister and three other person

You wanted to hit him , kick him , yelling at him but you couldn't , something deep inside you was telling you that you shouldn't because you knew something bad will happen to you if you dare to hit him

"Love? Y/N , hello my dear , aren't you happy to see me" The Anathema said , you looked at him in fear remembering the scene of your sister laying down , big hole on her chest , blood at the corner of her mouth .

As you took a few steps away from him and asked him a question : "You-I-Why me ? Why am i here?" As he heard your question , he answered "Darling its simple , the place you refer as here , well its our home"

You looked at him , confused , as he looked at you , he smirked . Suddenly start to fall , you were crying , you did not want to live with the person who murdered your dearest sister but he felt in love with you in the worst way possible and now that he have you you're trapped here forever .

As you were crying , he took you in a tight hug , as he rubbed your head while whispering :

Shh , its alright darling , no one shall found us , i live in a place that no one knows where it is , well only one person knows but he won't dare disturb us...

#Spotify #ror beelzebub x reader #ror beelzebub #snv beelzebub #snvbeelzebubxreader #seijuunsfantasy #yandere record of ragnarok #yandere shuumatsu no valkyrie

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norris-lando · 7 months

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i'll still look at you like the stars that shine

Pierre Gasly x reader

based on the song Mary's Song (Oh my my my) by Taylor Swift

warnings: fighting

author's note: I hope you guys enjoy this :) And please, feel free to give me feedback if you want!

word count: 2.5k

she said i was 7 and you were 9, i looked at you like the stars that shined in the sky like pretty lights and our daddies used to joke about the two of us, growing up and falling in love and our mamas smiled and rolled their eyes

"Do you promise? You have to promise!" Your voice was small and quivering as you looked up at your best friend.

It was a beautiful summer day and you were playing outside with Pierre, the two of you having been lifelong friends.

Your parents were outside with you, your fathers looking over at you, joking about how the two of you were going to grow up and find yourselves falling in love with one another. Your mom scoffed though there was a smile on her lips as she explained that you and Pierre were more like a brother and sister.

What no one of them saw, however, was how you looked at the older boy. Whatever it was he said or did, your eyes lit every time there was even a mention of his name. That's why, even now at the age of 7, you were determined to have Pierre promise he'd never forget about you.

He had said, as a joke, of course, that when he grew up, he was going to marry a girl from your neighborhood. Louise was older than you, the same age Pierre, who was 9, and you had always looked at her with adoring eyes. She was everything you hoped to be when you grew up. You always thought she was the prettiest girl in the whole block.

"Of course, I promise! You're always gonna be my best friend. I could never forget about you," Pierre told you as he gave you a hug.

You sniffled as you pushed your face into Pierre's chest. The boy was holding you tightly as he whispered in your ear again, "I could never forget my best friend."

take me back to the house in the backyard tree, said you'd beat me up you were bigger than me, you never did, you never did / take me back when our world was one block wide, i dared you to kiss me and ran when you tried, just two kids, you and i

Pierre had been in a bad mood all morning and all day. Something had upset him and he refused to talk to anyone about it.

You had went over to his house, wanting to go outside with him to play but had found only his parents waiting for you. They told you Pierre had slumped over to your 'very own house' that you two had built with the help from your parents into a tree that sat in woods close by.

Thanking them, you skipped down the street and towards the house.

"Pierre," you called out as you got closer, "are you home?"

"Leave me alone," he yelled back but it didn't stop you.

You climbed up the ladder, careful not to slip or fall and made your way inside by moving the piece of cloth that hang as a makeshift door.

"What's wrong, Pierre?"

Your eyes were wide as you looked at the boy in front of you, wondering what it was that had gotten him in such a bad mood.

Huffing, Pierre looked at you with a sad look on his face. "Louise said she doesn't like me," he confessed.

You took your time, wondering what to say. You didn't want to say anything stupid so that Pierre wouldn't get mad at you next.

"Louise has always been really kind to me, why wouldn't she like you?" It hadn't really yet dawned on you what Pierre had meant. "I've seen her be kind to you as well," you tried.

"Argh, you don't get it." Pierre turned his back on you and you could hear he was sniffling quietly, wiping away something from his face.

That's when it hit you. He didn't mean Louise didn't like him as a friend but instead what he meant was that Louise didn't like-like him.

You racked your little brain trying to come up with a way to cheer your best friend. You could see he was really upset. And since you hadn't ever really experienced anything like that, it was hard for you to figure out how to console him.

"Well," you started and a giggle escaped your lips, "I know someone who likes you."

Pierre turned around to face you again, slowly. "Who?" His eyes were wide with wonder.

Another giggle came out as you started back away from your shared tree-house home. You quickly climbed down the steps leading up and you could hear Pierre call your name as he tried to run after you.

The two of you ended running around in circles, with you giggling and Pierre calling your name. Neither of you knew what you were even doing but Pierre noticed to be in a better mood and that was all you had really wanted.

well, i was sixteen when suddenly, i wasn't that little girl you used to see but your eyes still shined like pretty lights, and our daddies used to joke about the two of us, they never believed we'd really fall in love and our mamas smiled and rolled their eyes

It had been a while since you had last seen Pierre. With summer break looming over you, you had been busy with summer jobs and spending time with your friends. On the other hand, Pierre had been spending a lot of time racing and training, traveling around.

But during the last week before you were to go to back to school, your paths crossed unexpectedly.

You had been out with friends and were on your way home, walking down the street where you and Pierre grew up when a voice called out to you.

"Y/n?"

It was Pierre. You hadn't seen him as you walked by but he had been standing on the front porch of his house. He was running after you now, trying to catch up to you. With squinted eyes, you tried to make out the figure, to see who it was.

Suddenly, Pierre was standing in front of you and your eyes lit up the same way they did when you were younger. A warm feeling settling in your chest as you looked at your best friend. You had missed him but hadn't found a way to connect during the summer.

"Pierre," you said and jumped in his arms. It felt like you had never been apart. "I missed you."

Humming, Pierre agreed with what you had just said.

"You didn't see me back there?" He asked as he let you go from his embrace.

You shook your head, "sorry, I guess I'm just so tired, I must have spaced out or something."

"Yeah," he laughed, "you were always like that."

You gave him a push on the shoulder and a fake pout. "I was not," you argued back but ended up laughing along side Pierre.

"So," you continued, "how have you been? Tell me everything."

The two of you walked down the street. Pierre had his arm slung over your shoulder and you leaned into him. It brought back so many memories from your shared childhood as you listened to him tell you about his life.

You had never admitted it after that one time at the tree house but your feelings for Pierre had grown into something more than just that of two best friends. And as you were nearing your childhood home, you wondered if it was finally time to tell how you really felt.

Something made you decide against it, however, keeping your feelings still a safeguarded secret.

The front door to your childhood home seemed somehow bigger than usually and it appeared as if out of nowhere as the two of you suddenly stood in front of it. Pierre was still talking, telling you about his life but you just couldn't bring yourself to focus on his words. Your mind was stuck on the thought of his lips on yours.

"Y/n?" Pierre's eyes were piercing as he looked at you, "everything okay?"

Blush crept on to your cheeks and you shied away from your best friend's glance. You turned to face away from him, not wanting to look at him.

"I like you," you blurted out. You had no time to stop yourself before the words the came out. Embarrased, you brought your hands up to cover your mouth.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me—" There was a rush in your voice as you finally turned to face Pierre again.

A sly smile appeared on his face when he saw how nervous you were and the look he gave you didn't help. There were butterflies in your stomach but at the same time it felt like you were going to throw up. That was the last thing you wanted so you prayed the situation would come to end one way of another as soon as possible.

But something you hadn't expected happened. Pierre leaned in, cupping your face in his hands, stopping you from backing away before you could even think about escaping the moment at hand. His lips came into contact with yours and you gave into the feeling that came along with it. That was the first real kiss the two of you had ever shared.

take me back to the creek beds we turned up, two a.m. riding in your truck and all i need is you next to me, take me back to the time we had our very first fight, the slamming of doors instead of kissing goodnight, you stayed outside till the morning light

You didn't even really remember anymore what the fight was about. All you could focus on was the fact that your head was pounding with anger. You could picture your face - it was probably red and steam was coming out of your ears, like in those old children's cartoons.

Doors were being slammed, spiteful words were being exchanged by both you and Pierre. The home you two had built over the years of being together had turned into a battleground and the two of you were on the opposite sides, planning and plotting your next moves.

The night had started off nice and quiet. You and Pierre had gone on a date. You had dinner at a nice restaurant and with the evening nearing its end, you had decided to go walk around town for a bit before heading home. But something had sparked up a heated conversation between the two of you, which only continued on even after you got home.

"You're unbelievable!" Your voice bounced off the walls as the screams got louder and louder with each breath you took and the anger you felt wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

"I'm unbelievable," Pierre yelled back, laughing and scoffing. "You're the one who started this whole over something ridiculous."

It was your turn to scoff. "Oh, so I started this, huh?" You looked around as if for an answer before you picked up a blanket of the couch along with a pillow and threw them at Pierre.

"Fine, then I'll be the one to finish this too," you said and crossed your arms in front of your chest, "you can sleep in the car tonight."

Maybe you took it a little too far but you there was no stopping you once you got started. Besides, a little time off was all you both needed right now, you were sure of it. Pierre would probably come crawling next to you in no time, you thought as you watched him slam the front door behind him.

You stood silent in the hallway for a moment before you sulked upstairs to your shared bedroom. And, as you had a flare for the dramatic, you slammed the door after you as well.

The bed felt empty when you were laying there alone but soon enough as you closed your eyes you fell asleep. And when morning came, you woke up to Pierre asleep next to you. You had no idea when he had come back in but you were happy to see he was by your side at last.

a few years had gone and come around, we were sitting at our favorite spot in town and you looked at me, got down on one knee, take me back to the time when we walked down the aisle, our whole town came and our mamas cried, you said i do and i did too

As you looked at Pierre with tears of happiness glistening in the corners of your eyes, you couldn't have felt happier. Pierre was on one knee, holding a beautiful ring in his hands.

"Y/n," he started but had to stop for moment to choke the sob that was attempting to escape. "You've been my best friend since the day we were little kids and I laid my eyes on your for the first. You've been my rock through thick and thin and I don't know if I could gotten this far in life if you hadn't been there for me every step of the way."

"So," Pierre's voice was beginning to tremble as he finally let the words out, "will you please accept this ring and be my best friend and my wife for the rest of our lives?"

"Oh, Pierre," you said as you kneeled down to his level, pulling him in your arms for a hug, "of course."

A sigh of relief came out when Pierre heard you say yes. He tightened his grip on you before he pulled away from just enough to plant a kiss on your lips.

take me home where we met so many years before, we'll rock our babies on that very front porch after all this time, you and i / i'll be eighty-seven; you'll be eighty-nine, i'll still look at you like the stars that shine in the sky, oh my my my

It was a beautiful summer evening, years later as you and Pierre stood on the back porch of what once was your childhood home. The yard was filled with laughter and chatter as your children ran around in circles with the neighbor's kids.

You felt two hands sneak around your waist and pull you close. The warmth from Pierre's chest radiating against yours as you rested your head, allowing it to fall on the soft fabric of Pierre's shirt. He hummed in your hair and gave you a small peck.

You had to admit that if someone had told you that one day you'd fall in love with the boy from your neighborhood, grow up, marry him and end up having kids with him, you probably wouldn't have believed a word coming out of that persons mouth. But here you were, standing on that very back porch that you stood on so many years before when you first saw Pierre, the man you now called your husband and the father of your children.

There were many twists and turns in your life that lead to this moment, but there was nothing that you would have done differently.

#formula 1 x reader #formula 1 imagine #pierre gasly x reader #pierre gasly #pg10 #writingpg10 #writing illstilllookatyoulikethestarsthatshine

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bengiyo · 5 months

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Theory of Love Rewatch Ep 8 Stray Thoughts

Last time, Khai began his bisexual awakening, and I gave the show points for handling the interior experience of that with a lot of honesty. I appreciate that no one is on Khai's side about going after Third, let alone Third. I like that Two especially doesn't want Khai messing with Third. I am glad that Third has been moving on with his life, and I like how now that we're outside of his head Third seems kind of aloof. I like that Khai's reputation is working against him as he tries to be serious about Third. Meanwhile, Bone is working on a big project with Paan and making eyes at her. We left at Khai being cast in Third's play as the jerk lead.

Ep.08 The Proposal

Third is actually so mean and I love it.

I also like that Third is annoyed by Khai hovering over him lately.

Khai tried to fuck with Un and Un said, "Pot-kettle-black, bitch."

LOL, even Shane is on team Let Third Be Into Someone Else.

It's kinda funny how most of this gang has no skill when it comes to people they actually like.

Okay, this car scene with every radio station playing some kind of sad song about heartbreak was funny.

They're getting some good resonance with Lynn. Her boyfriend got tired of her and she's wondering if she should change. Khai is also struggling with who he should be for Third.

I think White may have actually been in a fight before. His reactions to ministrations feel correct.

LOL. Bone said Un is way better than you, Khai. Get wrecked.

Un said, "What do you know of Third? Aren't you his best friend? Answer, quickly!!"

I feel no sympathy for Khai at all. He always tossed Third at girls he was done with and used him as a shield. He deserves no regard from Third after all the shit he pulled. He can't even handle girls he flirted with being annoyed with him.

Taking a nap while waiting for the file to export is so real.

Yes, Two, get that shot in at Khai for always dumping Third for girls.

I really like Gun's gait. He doesn't often adjust it for his characters.

I struggle to feel for Khai's heartache here, because he's hurt more people than just Third.

I'm so sick of this orange balcony as the transition shot.

Who are you jealous of here, Two?

Wow, is Khai going to actually tell Third he's quitting? That's better than his usual avoidance tactics.

So, Khai, you're saying you want to...Make It Right? You don't do that by kissing a sleeping person, especially one you've wronged.

Finally, Third gets mad. I've needed him to get mad. I needed him to go to the window, stick his head out, and yell, "I'm as mad as hell! And I'm not going to take this anymore!"

Good thing he wore that helmet!

Yes, montage of all the things Khai did to Third. I'm glad you're finally recognizing your shit even if you think this is the end.

In the words of Susan Ivanova, "All love is unrequited." I'm actually enjoying this part of the show a lot. Khai is so bad at this and can't stand that Third is inaccessible to him now. You don't know what you got till it's gone, and I am not feeling sympathy for this man child. I like that his bros give him shit constantly and never let up until he starts to break. Khai created the world around him with his callousness, and I'm enjoying seeing him grate against the other side of it. Ending on him sliding across pavement and getting torn up is an excellent choice, because our bodies are so fragile. It's good to illustrate how he thought he was immune to all of that on his beloved Charlie and all the ways he projected onto that only to see him dashed across the road as he thinks about his friend he never realized how much he loved until that friend cut him off.

As always, this rewatch is sponsored by @lurkingshan, with support from @waitmyturtles and @neuroticbookworm. Also tagging @twig-tea by request.

#Theory of Love #thai bl #bl series #Ben watches

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extraterezi · 7 months

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when I was still high on gomens fumes I made this playlist inspired by s2, with 6 songs for aziraphale and crowley each. explanations and meta under the cut if youre still in the trenches <3

Crowley

1. The Way I Feel Inside - The Zombies

Should I try to hide the way I feel inside my heart for you?

Just felt like this song had Crowley vibez. Obviously about him pining away while still keeping a distance.

2. Seaside Rendezvous - Queen

I feel so romantic, can we do it again? Can we do it again sometime? (Ooh, I'd like that)

Gotta have at least one Queen track for Crowley! This one's for the two of them gallivanting around, enjoying earthly pleasures in their favorite company. I just think this song perfectly captures the Audrey Hepburn and Gregory Peck on a vespa typa dates they seem to go on all the time.

3. Rebel Yell - Billy Idol

With a rebel yell, she cried more, more, more

This song goes SO HARD!! It's my absolute favorite at the moment. It makes me think of Crowley feeling righteous and amped up about his and Aziraphale's secret rebellion against the system, and feeling justified about loving him. Sometimes Aziraphale's reluctancy to let go of heaven doesn't make Crowley feel frustrated and sad, sometimes it just makes it feel more meaningful when Aziraphale keeps coming back for more, as if despite his better judgement he can't stay away.

4. Makes Me Wonder - Maroon 5

Give me something to believe in 'Cause I don't believe in you anymore, anymore

Kind of an unexpected addition to this playlist, but I do think that you need an angry power song in every playlist about pining over your best friend. It sucks!!! Aziraphale can be a dick and frustrating as all hell to deal with, and when you're as full of angst as Crowley it's hard to show good faith and trust that he doesn't mean it like that (and sometimes knowing that makes it even worse). And that's when you need a song that makes you feel cool and justified and PISSED.

5. Cry Me A River - Julie London

And now you say you love me Well, just to prove you do Come on and cry me a river Cry me a river I cried a river over you

This is the song that started it all. It came up on shuffle and then I listened to it like 36 times, thinking about Crowley the whole time. It's his sassy sadgirl anthem for after S2. He's past despair, and now he's just bitter... I want him to stay mad in S3, it's such a great look on him. An apology isn't enough, Aziraphale needs to get wise.

6. These Foolish Things (Remind Me Of You) - Ella Fitzgerald, Louis Armstrong

These things are dear to me They seem to bring you near to me

This was originally going to be an Aziraphale song, but I love the idea that while Crowley likes earth, he always felt some disdain for how his stars had been demoted to but a backdrop for this new main character of the universe, and instead it was through Aziraphale he fell in love with humanity. All of Aziraphale's special interests are silly little human eccentricities! No wonder Crowley looks at the world around him and sees nothing but Aziraphale everywhere, even after he's gone.

Aziraphale

7. Can't Take My Eyes Off You - Frankie Valli

You're just too good to be true Can't take my eyes off of you You'd be like heaven to touch I want to hold you so much

I've always connected this song with that fantastic and silly scene with Heath Ledger in 10 Things I Hate About you, so I was not prepared for how devastated I would get listening to this song while thinking about Aziraphale. The first line makes me think about how he still sees Crowley as an angel, which is a whole jar of beans and just hurtful to think about. Then the second line is about him spending 6000 years gazing lovingly at Crowley. And then after several turns of quiet dreamy romance the song switches pace to this grand declaration of love that Aziraphale would never make. Ever. But still thinks in his mind constantly and ouch ouch ouch.

8. Tea For Two - Blossom Dearie

I'm discontented with homes that are rented So I have invented my own

This, of course, is about the house in South Downs, and this vague idea of escaping somewhere with Crowley. I don't think Aziraphale has actually considered it yet, it's just a fleeting feeling he gets whenever Crowley talks about Alpha Centuri, or whenever he's reminded of the inevitability of them being found out and separated. I do like how this song makes it sound like he's the one tempting Crowley, and in that presumptuous and matter of fact tone Aziraphale always uses. "Oh Crowley, nothing lasts forever." We can go somewhere better. But Aziraphale hasn't realized the core of this song and want yet, that this needs to be away from the judging eyes of heaven and hell both.

9. He Needs Me

No one ever asked before Before because they never needed me (But I do) But he does Maybe it's because he's so alone Maybe it's because he's never had a home

To me this song feels like a halting realization. Over time, or after one eventful and intense conversation (the conversation), where your mind is reeling and you're stumbling through the memory of what was said and how and what it all means. And it's scary and good and oh no maybe I was wrong all along and wow, maybe I was wrong all along. Like not quite getting it yet but piecing it together. And it's sung yet again in that presumptuous, almost patronizing tone, while still feeling a bit childish.

(Aziraphale isn't stupid, he just has that simultaneously extra high and extra low empathy that seems very common for autistic people that makes it harder to navigate the world and relationships (yes, hi, welcome to my autistic Azi agenda). He often has this confused little furrow in his brow and I think this is why. In conversations with Crowley he understands the subtleties but misses big obvious things, cherry picking and making assumptions that he then holds as facts to bring into their next interaction. In the end of their last conversation Aziraphale is confused enough about Crowley's words and reactions that he's forced to question his earlier "deductions" and reevaluate everything, which will hopefully turn into true understanding when he's finished processing. I have a lot to say about this whole concept but it's a bit halfbaked so I might come back to it.)

The verse I picked hits hard in two parts: Aziraphale is so proud of being an angel, but in a pretty obvious defense mechanism kinda way. He's always known deep down that he's not what heaven expects or needs from him, and the other angels consistently dismiss and ignore him. And so Aziraphale believes, in true christian fashion, that while he tries (almost too much) to be good he is inherently evil, flawed, in a way an angel shouldn't be, because he feels human emotions and questions things. This naturally gives him a lot of imposter syndrome - his peers never see him as anything other than a cog in the heavenly machine, making his only purpose being an angel, which he deep down believes he's thoroughly failing at. "No one ever asked before because they never needed me" feels like it refers to how no one sees or needs him, because all they see is something he can't be.

The second part is (pretty self-explanatory) about Crowley. Not good enough to be an angel, not bad enough to be a demon. Just like Aziraphale.

10. Angel Eyes - Ella Fitzgerald

Try to think that love's not around But it's uncomfortably near My old heart ain't gaining no ground Because my angel eyes ain't here Angel eyes, that old Devil sent They glow unbearably bright

Here's some ominous jazz to complement Crowley's Cry Me A River. I'm obsessed with how this song just churns in your chest. I love a fancy lounge jazz typa sound for them, especially when it's darker like this.

"My angel eyes" is at first a metaphor for Aziraphale's heavenly judgement/morals that he's losing sight of the closer he gets to Crowley, the line between good and evil getting blurred and him becoming progressively more human. As the song continues it becomes clear that the angel eyes are Crowley's. Aziraphale still remembers Crowley as an angel, evident by the way he keeps insisting he sees good in him and then asking him to become an angel once again in the end of S2. And as we all know Crowley's angel eyes glow unbearably bright indeed.

11. Goodbye Yellow Brick Road - Elton John

So goodbye yellow brick road Where the dogs of society howl You can't plant me in your penthouse I'm going back to my plough Back to the howling old owl in the woods Hunting the horny back toad Oh, I've finally decided my future lies Beyond the yellow brick road

Although this song is originally about wanting to leave a world of fame and go back to a more quiet rural life, I've interpreted the idea of returning to your roots as something more like giving up - Aziraphale at the end of S2, deciding to stop chasing after this imaginary dream at the end of the yellow brick road, and resigning himself to just doing his job, thwarting evil and working for the man. I know reading "the howling old owl in the woods" as god and heaven, and "the horny back toad" as demons is a bit more on the nose than the charming and nostalgic original meaning, but before I researched this song it really did feel more resigned and like a bad ending. I also really like the penthouse bit, cause while in the original it's referring to opulence and excess, in my context it sounds like it's referring to Crowley's modern flat, and him wanting to plant Aziraphale in a little pot among his other plants..

12. Absentee - Cass McCombs

Walking on the country road late last night I passed a stranger in the moonlight I turned around to see Where he did flee But there was just me Return the deep Absentee

I like how the "country road" line kinda ties back to the last song, the rural country representing heaven, and this road being in stark contrast to the yellow brick one. Fun how the aesthetics are flipped too.

This song makes me nervous, and sad. As Aziraphale walks into the elevator he turns back to see Crowley, leaning on the Bentley, still waiting for him. Aziraphale is the one leaving.

#good omens #aziracrow #gomens #talking shenanigans

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skywise-earthloved · 4 months

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Holy shit, I just had, like, a spiritual childcare experience?? Q has been in a really whiny, talk backy mood all day. He dawdled coming inside, he dawdled going up stairs, and I got frustrated cause E was cold and tired and just wanted to go up, so I came down and started counting. He got up quick but was doing the huffy, stubborn sigh and annoyed "ugh!" kids do. He was having trouble getting his shirt on and, like refused to ask for or let me help. He went and hid behind the chair after yelling at me and generally being really really rude, saying he was never going to go night night again and was going to stay up all night and all day. I sat on his bed and said in clipped tones 'you are not going to treat me this way and I'm not going to do this. When you're ready to use your words and ask for help, you can do that. But I'm not going to do this.'

So he sat behind the chair for like, literally 5 minutes, doing the sighing/grunting/ughing and peeking out a few times. I repeated myself a few times and then refused to speak again.

Then, I thought about how, as the adult, it's my job to be calm and help. I decided to do some breathing exercises and calm down, and after a while, once I let go of my annoyance, it worked. I got up and found him counting the numbers on his PJs instead of putting on his shirt. I picked him up, gently saying 'come here' and put him on the bed.

Cue explosion; the works--screaming, real crying, hitting himself, writhing around, kicking, yelling 'I'm going to stay awake all night and all day!' Usually, I'd strong arm at this point, it at least try to be firm, maybe talk to him through his tears.

Instead, I just held out my hand near him like I wanted his hand. He glared at it and me as continued yelling and sobbing and I said, "I understand. I hear you. I understand what you're trying to tell me; you're really mad and really frustrated. I hear you. I understand what you're telling me." And I just kept repeating it. After he realized I wasn't going to touch him or make him do anything, it was literally like a magic spell. His sobs went down and he wiped his eyes and started taking deep breaths; it took maybe 15 seconds for him to come out of full melt down with me saying, "I know. It's okay. I understand."

He started to just sniffle. I asked, "Would you like me to help you calm down?"

Automatically, he was defensive again. "I'm not going night night, I'm going to stay awake--"

"We're not talking about that right now, don't worry. Do you want me to help you calm down?"

"No..."

Still being as gentle and kind in my tone as I can, "You like feeling bad? Sad and angry? I could help you calm down."

"... Okay."

I scooted over and sat next to him and put my arm around him. We sat in silence for a few seconds and he said, like reminding me, "I'm not going night night."

I simply said, "All we're doing right now is calming down, don't worry."

After a while, I said, "Do you want a drink of milk?"

He said no, but leaned over and picked it up. I asked if he thought a song might help, and I thought I heard him say no, but after a moment he said. "Maybe the Don't Get Worried song." (Everything's Alright from Jesus Christ Superstar)

I sang it through twice and we sat in silence some more. Then I asked, "I know you were trying to show me before that you felt really upset. Can you tell me with your words what happened?"

"I couldn't get my shirt on."

"And that made you really frustrated? What could we do next time so we don't get that frustrated again?"

"Ask you for help."

"I think that would be a good idea. You know what I think? I think, a lot of times, when you feel tired, it's really hard to stay calm, and sometimes, you feel really angry and frustrated easily. Is there a reason you don't want to go night night? What are you worried about?"

"I'm worried about that I won't get a lot of sleep, because in the dark night night (nighttime sleeping), I didn't get a lot of sleep."

"Ah, yeah, sometimes you feel really icky when you don't get enough sleep. So you're worried that you will feel bad? Why do you think you woke up at night?"

"I think cause [E] was snoring."

"She does have a stuffy nose, that can happen. Let's listen now; is she snoring now?"

Silence. "A little bit."

"Well,I don't hear that, but okay. You know what I think? Day time night night isn't as long as at night, so I don't think you have to worry about that happening right now. When you don't sleep good at night, a nap during the day might be just what you need."

And he said, okay, and let me tuck him in no problem. I told him he did a good job working through that and I left. It literally took one choice from me to turn an absolutely infuriating situation into one where I wasn't fighting against him, but reading in between the lines. It was nuts how easily he responded.

I wrote this so long so I could remember exactly what happened.

#Draft find from March 2018 #words #childcare #adventures in nannying

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dreamingsushi · 9 months

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Eternal Love - Episode 52

I think that after an episode of the King: Eternal Monarch, I definitely deserve another episode of Eternal Love. Switch from one eternal thing to the other. I think I'll try to stretch thin the ending of this drama, because the two other main ones I have on going right now don't have me so thrilled about them so far. Plus it's going to give a little change daily, I kind of like that.

I'm treating myself with the opening. Seriously, that many years and I'm still so in love with it. It's powerful. Thank you Zhang Jie for this song.

Sujin also pays a visit to mortal Yehua, who doesn't care for her. Just like before. She's really delusional to think she was ever important to him. She always pestered him and he tolerated her because it's part of his duty as the crown prince. After all, her clan sacrificed themselves to win the war for his clan. So at some, he can't be completely rude to her. But when she thinks she's better than Bai Qian or Susu for that matter, she's wrong. Susu was probably the one who understood Yehua the best, except for the pathetic ending of their love when she was pregnant, while Bai Qian could have been, but she didn't get much time to. Sujin is basically just a worm and all she ever did was to hurt Yehua. If you hurt someone to gain their love, you're not sincere towards them, it's just selfishness. So she incrusts herself as his cousin in his mortal life too. And he still won't care for her.

Moyuan makes me so sad. I don't know how I never saw it as much as now that he likes Bai Qian. She talks about the past and he kind of subtly implies that he never rested all these years only to fulfill his promise to come back. She's like yeah you came back for all of us, but his eyes are saying no I came back for you, my precious person. Then Zilan comes and says that a special guest came for Bai Qian. It turns out it's Ali. Poor Moyuan when he hears our baby boy call Bai Qian mother. The pain in his eyes. Obviously, all the disciples love Ali. I mean, who wouldn't? Except for Xuan Nü, but she was crazy, so her opinion doesn't matter.

Sujin in the mortal realm says that she will get married to Yehua. He says he won't and will break off the engagement. She tries to take away the pearls Bai Qian gave him. She gets really mad when she hears from the servant that it's related to Qing Qiu. So she starts sculpting a wooden puppet looking like Susu. That doesn't like a good plan...

More of the Fengjiu drama. She learns that Donghua took off his name of the stone which states the love fate of everyone. So he's not fated to anyone, ever. She decides to cut away one of her tails so it would become a dagger which she will use to engrave his name on the stone. As he watches her go, he looks like Lucius Malfoy. Anybody ever noticed? It's the first time I see it and I can't unsee it now. Anyways, she ends up fainting from the pain and Donghua asks Siming to take her back to Qing Qiu. Migu takes her to Kulunxu so Zheyan can take care of her. When Donghua comes, Bai Qian doesn't bother trying to be nice, she blames him and yells at him. She only stops because her master tells her to calm down. But with her bad temper, she just leaves, frustrated. As I would if anybody even hurt a strand of my sisters' hair. I feel we are just wasting so much time on their love story while we could have more of Yehua and Bai Qian instead. It's like, half of the drama (okay maybe just a third) is all about the two of them and they're supposed to be support characters, not main. Anyways, that's all for now, time to get some cooking going if I want to go dancing. See you soon!

#eternal love #yang mi #zhao youting #dilraba dilmurat #gao weiguang #costume drama #xuanhuan #xuanhuan drama #cdrama #c-drama #chinese drama #drama review #drama recap #drama reaction

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thel0velygh0st · 11 months

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Writing prompt #2

Background information: Niko dies before all of this

“ I am sorry Violet.” Nox whispers so I can barely hear him. “ You're sorry? You’re fucking sorry?!” I yell. “ Yes, I am. It was the only way and I know you wouldn’t have agreed with me. But I had to.”

“ You aren’t fucking sorry.” I snarled . “ You’re sorry because I found out! I just fucking killed my brother. My other half! You used your damn magic and tricked me. Even though I am working for you! I have betrayed Scott for you. I have held my end of the bargain and you haven’t done anything!” I scream at him.

I am on the verge of tears at this point. And Nox hasn't said anything . His cold storm gray eyes are locked with mine. “ Life is like a piano. One respecting happiness, the other sorrow. You need both keys to create a lovely song. We have just played one key on this song. Just wait til it’s completed.”

This son of a gun- really trying to make me feel better. And this is how he does it- telling me it will be worth it in the end. “ You bastard!” I scream. Screw this. I turned my back on Nox without a word and ran. Ran through the window. Fell down to the ground and ran. I know this should be the last place I deserve to go.

So I don’t go in. When I reached the clearing of the woods I flopped down onto the ground back against a tree . Rain is starting to sprinkle. At first I didn’t know what to do. All that has happened. And here I am.

When I lean my head back against the tree that’s when I feel it. Not the sprinkle of rain. Warmer, more like tears. Tears of sorrow, anger. Anger at myself for believing Nox. Anger of myself for believing in his trick. But sorrow for Niko.

To him it looks like his best friend just killed him. And here I was. A pathetic thing crying her heart out in the middle of the woods. Ugh if Niko saw me he would be laughing and asking if this was true.

You want to know the aftermath of this crying session? Throwing up behind a tree because my stomach hurt. After that I sat back down against the tree and just sat there.

The soft rain is all I heard. It hit my face, my boots, my jacket, and my heart. I have cried so hard that I never heard the crunch of leaves underneath someone's foot til I felt a hand on my shoulder. Instead of my natural response and getting up I just turn my head around to see who it was.

It was Scott. His eyes were full of sorrow. There was no anger in them. But I know better than to believe this. Scott can hide his emotions well. There was a chance he would be mad at me.

“ Vi.” He whispers. And that’s when I know that Scott is sad. “ I am sorry.” I whisper back at him.

Scott glances around and slumps towards me. My head feels like a heavy weight to all the crying so when Scott sits next to me I lean my head on his shoulder.

Scott doesn’t pull away or tenses up. But he doesn’t do anything else. “ Why aren’t you mad at me?” I ask him. “ Oh, maybe it’s because I don’t want to lose another sibling. Or because I know you didn’t mean it.”

I am relieved by this but some part of me is mad. Mad that Scott doesn’t care I killed Niko. Some part of me that wants Scott to be mad- not mad furious. Furious to kill me.

“ Why are you so ok with this?” I raise my voice at him. I get my head off his shoulder and start to stand up. “ I just killed our youngest brother! The one person in this world who didn’t deserve to die. I killed him, Scott!”

I was yelling at him at this point. And the tears were rolling down again. I looked at Scott and his eyes were not the soft general kind. They looked like they were on the verge of anger.

“You think I don’t know this Violet!” And that’s when my oldest brother snapped, the person who took many punches for me. The person who no matter what I called him would still be by my side. “ Trust me Violet it takes every ounce of willpower I have to not rip your throat out!” I flinch at these words.

“ But doing that won’t bring Niko back! Niko wouldn't have wanted me to do that.” He trails off. He looks at me dead in my hazel eyes. Little flames of bright amber spark in his eyes. “ I might not support your decision, but I will respect you. I will give you a place to sleep.

I will give you food. I will let you be by my side physically. But that does not mean I will forgive you. Not yet. And maybe Violet I will never. But I don’t want to lose you.” The way he said it makes me want to cry. He wasn’t screaming, he said it in a voice with confidence.

He wasn’t scared to tell me how he felt. “ Come on Violet, we need to stop Nox.”

You want to know the aftermath of this crying session? Throwing up behind a tree because my stomach hurt. After that I sat back down against the tree and just sat there.

It was Scott. His eyes were full of sorrow. There was no anger in them. But I know better than to believe this. Scott can hide his emotions well. There was a chance he would be mad at me.

“ Vi.” He whispers. And that’s when I know that Scott is sad. “ I am sorry.” I whisper back at him.

Scott glances around and slumps towards me. My head feels like a heavy weight to all the crying so when Scott sits next to me I lean my head on his shoulder.

I am relieved by this but some part of me is mad. Mad that Scott doesn’t care I killed Niko. Some part of me that wants Scott to be mad- not mad furious. Furious to kill me.

I was yelling at him at this point. And the tears were rolling down again. I looked at Scott and his eyes were not the soft general kind. They looked like they were on the verge of anger.

He wasn’t scared to tell me how he felt. “ Come on Violet, we need to stop Nox.”

#writerscommunity #writer things

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rottingnurs3 · 1 year

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lyrics oopsies

well ive never been so very stellar at writing songs for things that make me glad, i try to tell you that i love you but it comes out sounding like im sad. or maybe im mad. yelling at the world, am i really gonna be a stupid girl?

im trying my best, giving my all. and yeah it turns out that's not very much at all. it turns out that's not very much at all

what am i gonna do, when you leave me, too? what am i gonna say when you walk away? im in love, im in love, im in love, i am in love. im in love with a drug, you're a drug and i am in love.

it takes a very special kind of glitch to make a monster out of something so kind.

it really was never a problem and i'd just love you back if i had half the mind, but maybe i don't. yelling at the world. am i really gonna be just someone's girl?

best. giving my all. and yeah it turns out that's not very much at all. what am i gonna do, when you leave me, too? what am i gonna say when you walk away? im in love.

im in love, im in love, im in love. i am in love.

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never-a-stranger · 2 years

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Max Gets Cheated On

(Not by Sam, don't worry)

🎶🎵 This song is for the boy who kissed me

Hope you're listening

Learn your ABC's

Never thought I'd catch you cheating

Gave me 26 reasons

You're alphabetically deranged 🎵🎶

Finally, I made content that is actually part of the lore!

Max had an ex named Mallory Thompson,

He cheated on Max with another girl, it's Girl Stinky

And his ex tried to manipulate Max to get him back together with him t w i c e

As much as Max wants to beat Mallory up, he can't because of something he has that Max couldn't get back, luckily though, Sam got his back

The full story is here! Feel free to read it

TW // Manipulation and Blackmailing

A Bitter Discovery And A Sweeter Resolution

Part 1: Max Finds Out Mallory’s Dirty Secret and Intentions

Sam and Max just finished a case late at night, Sam greets Max goodbye as Max goes home.

Max comes home, puts his jacket on the coat rack, and expects to see his boyfriend, Mallory, greet him in the living room as Mallory tends to stay up late a lot. To his surprise, he isn't. "He probably decided to sleep in early," thought Max.

He opens the door to his and Mallory's bedroom to find Mallory making out with a girl he's familiar with from Grandpa Stinky's diner.

Max, in shock and anger, yells at Mallory "MALLORY THOMPSON!", Mallory instantly stops as he got startled by Max yelling out his name.

"Max! I thought you'd come back home la-" "Cut the bullcrap, have you been cheating on me with that woman?! Have there been other people you cheated on me with!?", yells Max as he interrupted Mallory.

Mallory explains nervously, "Woah woah bunny, calm down. You're overreacting! This girl and I were just y'know-". As Mallory tries to explain, he gets interrupted again by the girl he's with, "This girl?? I have a name! And is it true, have you been using me and this guy?!".

Mallory looks at the girl and back at Max, "Okay so what if I have been dating both of you at the same time, it's not like it was going to be serious anyway! I wanted various choices and potentials, I didn't want to be a bogart," "NOT GOING TO BE SERIOUS?! Mallory, we have been dating for almost a year for fuck's sake!" says Max in anger as tears began flooding his eyes.

Max looks down to the floor, "I have been nothing but loyal and kind to you and THIS is how you repay me?! I got to be honest, my mom, Paul, Seb, and sometimes even I thought you were a selfish and narcissistic douchebag who doesn't put much effort into this relationship and has no time for me but of course, I ignored those thoughts because maybe you can't help it and had some reasons."

Max looks back up at Mallory with sadness yet anger in his voice, "Turns out...my family was right all along, I just wanted to give this relationship another shot because I have no one else to lean on and be intimate with. I am not an accessory to you Mallory, I am a person." Max sniffles as he tries to exit the home with his jacket back on but Mallory pulls Max in. "Where do you think you're going, didn't you say you have no one else to turn to? Would you rather sleep in the streets than sleep here with me for something you're just overreacting over?" says Mallory, but Max had enough of his lies so he punches Mallory in the face hard. "I'd rather stay in a park, cold at night, than continue staying with a lying son of a gun like you!!", Max makes a run for it, not knowing where to go but anywhere as far from Mallory is.

Part 2: Max Confesses To Sam His Problems

Max ends up in a park coincidentally like he told Mallory, he almost decided to sleep on the bench until he thought of Sam. "Maybe Sam can help me out here," he thought so he nervously calls Sam on his cellular phone.

As Sam drives, supposedly on his way home, he didn't answer the first and second time because he's driving but he stops at the side when he hears his phone ring the third time so it must be important.

He answers and to his surprise, it's Max who called, this confuses him since Max presumably must be at his home now with his boyfriend so why would he call him? "Hey Sam, I’m sorry for calling you at a time like this," says Max nervously.

Sam can tell by Max's voice that he isn't joking or having an energetic voice, almost like he's talking to him nervously and sincerely. Sam says, "No no, it's fine little buddy, are you feeling alright?" "If I'm being honest, not really, is it okay if you pick me up from Bellflower Park? I can explain everything to you then." Max replies as he sniffles and wipes his remaining tears.

"Oh, of course, stay put, I seem to be near so I'll be there in 3-5 minutes pronto. Bye Max," says Sam as he ends the call and drives again but to the park where Max is at. This concerns Sam and fills him with multiple questions that he'll ask Max soon "Why is he at the park at this hour? Did something happen between Max and his boyfriend?? I hope he isn't cold there, it's freezing when it's evening," he thought to himself.

Sam finally arrives at the park to see Max sitting on the bench, swinging his legs and looking at the sky, Sam jokingly decides to honk his horn, as he did, Max got startled and noticed that it was Sam who did it. This brings a smile to Max's face as he chuckles and runs up to Sam's car to get in. He punches Sam in the arm, "You knucklehead, I'm not a pigeon that you can just scare away!" "My bad, you looked like one!" replies Sam as both of them laugh and joke around like they normally would.

Sam looks at Max and notices his face, it looks like he had been crying. "Oh Max, what happened? Were you crying before I arrived? Or maybe this whole time?" He asks in concern and Max almost hesitates to tell the truth but Max promised to tell Sam what happened and he is his best friend so he could trust him.

"Remember my partner, Mallory? Well, I came home, expecting to see him in the living room to greet me since he tends to stay up a lot, but this time he wasn't so I just entered the bedroom only to find him kissing the granddaughter of Grandpa Stinky from Stinky’s diner!" Max explains as he said it in a depressing voice, "So I called him out on it especially with how he treated me while we were dating, what my siblings warned me about him was right all along but I just ignored all of the red flags. He's not telling me what he's been up to lately, not having enough time with me except if he wants to make out or sleep with me, only going to me if he needs money and such, would comment about my body a lot especially to his friends. I could go on and on about what made him a bad boyfriend but I can't, talking about him more will just make me feel more stupid because I could've broken up with him sooner."

"But you didn't," answers Sam as he put his hand on Max's back to comfort him. "Yeah, I guess it's because I am desperate to be in a relationship whom I could spend quality time with, especially without feeling like I am being left in the dark or being treated like garbage like my dad did. Now I really don't have anyone else to turn to, emotionally and stuff." "Hey now, that's not true. You have your family, Flint Paper, and me!" replies Sam, Max looks back at Sam when he replied, especially the last part he mentioned, Max asks "Really, you and the others care about me? Even when I act like this??" "Of course I- WE do, Max! You're an amazing partner and friend I could ever have, and here I thought I could just work solo as a freelance cop but having you with me is just more entertaining for me, someone who I could joke with, laugh with, even talk about personal things with, I could never ask for anything else better than having a friend like that with me" says Sam with a genuine smile.

Suddenly Max cries, "Oh by the horns of a gigantic neolithic goat glued to a tailored umbrella, MAX! Why are you crying?! Did I say something mean about you?? I'm so sorry!" "No you didn't, it's just so cheesy yet sweet with what you said about me that even Mallory couldn't say about me!" replies Max as he chuckles and wipes his tears. Sam chuckles too as he grabs a handkerchief from his coat and hands it to Max to wipe his tears and blow his nose, Max accepts it.

"Did you get your things before leaving Malcroy's house?" asks Sam. "Not yet, I ran off because of how emotionally dramatic I was, and his name is Mallory," Max chuckles at what name Sam mistook his ex as. "Do you have a place to sleep now that you two aren't together anymore?" asks Sam as he raises an eyebrow in more concern, "Well I can’t go back to my mom’s crib because it would take hours to go there, and I don't even know where the closest motel is-" "That's it, you're staying at my pad," Sam interrupts as he starts driving to his home.

"Wait w a i t!! No no no no, it's okay! I can just find a motel-" "NOPE! You are going to be my roommate and that is final, I told you that you can trust me as your work partner and friend, and as your partner and best friend I say you stay at my home, you can even help pay the rent so you won't feel too bad about it. AND THAT IS FINAL!" interrupts Sam again with a smile on his face. "This dog is fucking insane, I'm glad he's my best friend," thought Max as he chuckles. "Okay fine! Now stop driving like a maniac, that's my thing!!" says Max at Sam as both of them laughed, Max already stopped feeling bad about himself.

Part 3: Sam And Max Are Now Roommates

Sam and Max arrive at Sam's home, it looks like an ordinary house that has a garage and lawn with it too. Sam parks the DeSoto inside the garage next to his motorcycle. They both get off and enter the inside of Sam's house.

Sam asks Max if he can sleep on the couch for now since his home only has one bedroom and used the extra room for exercising, "Eh it's fine! As long as I have something to sleep on I'm- JEEPERS CREEPERS, YOUR COUCH IS HUMONGOUS!" says Max in surprise to see a big couch in Sam's living room, "Oh right you're 6 ft so that would make sense on why it's bigger than the ones I've sat on," Sam replies "Pffft, I think it's just your height making you think that the couch is bigger than it normally is LITTLE buddy," he puts emphasis on the word little to Max. Max punches Sam in the arm again as a reaction to Sam's insult, "Ow haha, you've been really punchy lately." "Well, I did punch my ex in the face before leaving him," says Max as he hops on the couch to get comfortable.

Sam goes to his bedroom to get some stuff for Max while Max sits on the couch looking around the living room, the walls are filled with pictures of Sam with his family, Sam at his mechanic job with his father, his achievements, and him with his friends. Max smiles as Sam got a good life, better than his even he thought.

Sam comes back and gives Max the pajamas, towel, toothbrushes, and soap for him to use. "You can use the bathroom at the left and you're allowed to use my shampoo and conditioner," says Sam as he points at the hallway that has the bathroom, Max thanks Sam then goes to the bathroom.

While Max takes a shower, Sam takes off his coat and corset vest first then puts pillows and a blanket on the couch. A few minutes later, Max gets out of the bathroom more refreshed and relaxed, wearing the oversize pajamas Sam gave him, Max goes and lies on the couch. "Thank you for caring for me Sam, you're the greatest friend I could ever ask for. Goodnight~," says Max as he starts to fall asleep, Sam smiles "Goodnight to you too, little pal."

Last Part: Sam Helps Max Out From Mallory

The next day, Sam along with Max parks the DeSoto in front of Mallory's house. "Are you sure you don't want us to break into Malfoy’s home, write threatening messages on the wall with pig blood, put a probably haunted doll sitting at his bed, take your things, and then get out of there??" asks Sam in disappointment then Max replies "Oh Sam, you're so cute when you don't like me doing the morally and well-mannered way to get what I want, and his name is Mallory ya bonehead."

Max chuckles at Sam calling Mallory the wrong name, he then leaves the groaning dog who dislikes him being a good person to his ex-partner heavily to the doorstep, Sam leans on his driver's seat as he watches Max ringing the doorbell then Mallory opening the door to talk to him. Sam can't see what expression Max is making but he can tell he's irritated judging by his body language once Mallory opened his mouth.

It has been a while since Mallory lets Max in his home, as a matter of fact, Max and Mallory are still talking but Max seems to be more frustrated than when he came to his doorstep. Sam thinks to himself "Hmmm, looks like the punk is just going to make him more and more irritated and frustrated to make him give up. I know Max says not to do what I suggested that we do get Max's stuff back, but he didn't say I could help him out by persuading or maybe even intimidating Mallory to letting Max in. So why not, anything to help my little buddy from blowing a fuse." Sam leaves his car and makes his way to Max.

As Sam walks, he can slowly make out what they're talking about. "Sorry baby but I only allow people who I'm dating and hooking up with and as far as I remember, we broke up last night~" "You can't be fucking serious right now, I just want to get my things back and after that, I'll bail! Are you just going to keep it then if you won't let me in?!" asks Max in frustration. "I might keep some of your clothes, sure most of them may be too big for me but I'll manage it, then I'll sell the feminine clothes you own along with your precious picture albums and other possessions you cherish," says Mallory with a grin on his face.

"So if you don't want me to do the following things I've just said, you have to apologize to me for punching me in the face, for saying I cheated on you with that waitress from the seafood diner when in fact we were in an agreement that I could go around with anyone I want while still being with you, then you admit that you were just acting emotional and irrational at the time like you always are especially to your momma, or else you can say goodbye to your precious photos of you, your siblings, and friends," Mallory says this with a smug on his face as Max gets even angrier at what he just threatened him to do, resisting the urge to punch him again.

"Holy guacamole on top of an ice cream Sunday on a late Monday Christmas afternoon, I want to bite that smugness of his off his face so badly but I don't want to cause trouble for Max, especially with the threat Mallory just made," thought Sam as he's finally on Mallory's doorstep behind Max.

Mallory chuckles, thinking he won until he notices a 6 ft terrifying dog standing behind the 5 ft irritated lagomorph, giving him a glare as he puts his hand on Max's shoulder suddenly changing his expression to a gentler and happier one to say "Funny joke there pal, but my best friend Max here is serious about wanting his possessions back so if you could kindly let him in, maybe even help him pack all of it, and stop making these ridiculous jokes." Sam then changes his tone to be more serious and widens his eyes, "I will do unspeakable things to you to the point of you getting insomniac from thinking about what I might do to you in your sleep, you got it?"

Mallory shakes a bit at what he just heard the stranger tell him, "Yes haha, I am so sorry for making you wait, Max! Come in, come in!!" says Mallory with his voice trembling, hoping that the friend of Max doesn't hurt him. As Sam and Max enter the home, Max looks at Sam, "You didn't have to do that, Sam." "Eh, I didn't want that punk stalling and saying stupid stuff to make you angrier than you are now." Max chuckles lightly, "Thank you, Sam," he says with a genuine smile on his face, Sam smiles after seeing Max happy and replies, "Anything for my partner in crime."

One hour later, Max is almost done putting all of his things in the trunk of the DeSoto leaving the Irish wolfhound next to a shaking squirrel at the doorstep. Sam grabs Mallory's shoulder and whispers closely, "Listen here punk since you didn't take care of my buddy over there, someone will surely make him theirs and do a better job as a romantic partner than you are, and that someone is going to be me soon. So here's a warning, if you ever approach Max to mess with him or hurt him again, expect to see missing posters of you in your neighborhood as a heads up." Sam says this with a serious look on his face that he would normally have when he's going noir.

Mallory doesn't say anything after Sam whispers to him, leaving him probably traumatized as he falls on his knees, ran inside his home cowardly, and shuts the door. Sam giggles as he couldn't believe he scared Max's ex shitless, he walks up to Max who just finished packing up his stuff, "I saw Mallory running inside scared then shutting the door really hard, did you say something again?" asks Max as he laughs a bit, enjoying Sam scaring his ex-partner. "Maybe, maybe not? Who knows~"

Sam and Max hop in the DeSoto and before Sam starts the engine, he thought to himself "Did I really say I'll make Max mine at his face? Pffft, not like I'm serious, I just wanted to scare the small guy, we're just working partners and best of buddies, nothing more!... Right?"

Thank you so much for reading! And if you want to make fanart, make sure to add #never a stranger sm , and mention this account or my main account @retrocandyfloss 💕

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did you ever hear about the girl who got frozen? (a.i.)

right where you left me: prologue

pairing: ashton irwin x olivia jones (oc)

warnings: uhh a kinda grieving theme i guess? but no deaths. it has a sad tone overall, but nothing major (in this chapter hehe). foul language because i can't help myself. the tiniest mention of alcohol, but as a memory. think i should probably warn you that this contains a very sad ash. also not much dialogues. this is mainly for explanation and introduction, but very important for the story. if you find anything else that might be triggering, please let me know so i can add it here !!

author's note: oof okay. so. this is the prologue of a series very very dear to my heart that i've been working on for what it feels like my whole life but really it's been just a few months. but i'm in love with the story (which rarely happens with my own writing) so i hope you can enjoy it too !! this is also my very first time posting a fic since 2013 so pls keep that in mind <3 no i am not shaking as type this ofc not also: although i have the full story ready in my head, this is the only chapter that's written. i wanted to wait until i had at least a few ready before posting this but i'm too anxious for that lmao just saying this bc it will take a good while until i have any more chapters, so <3 (p.s.: i went over this thing a million times since may so if you find any errors pls look away, i'm not fixing this thing anymore. thanks <3)

another note: anna from the future here to say that i completely forgot about the playlist i made for the story lmao here it is in case you're interested k thanks bye <3

credits: title is from taylor swift's song right where you left me. model in the picture: paola locatelli. banner by me.

i also wanted to take a minute to thank some really nice friends that i've made here over these past few months & that i'm extremely grateful for @wastelandcth @suchalonelysunflower @littledrummerangie i cannot thank you babes enough for inspiring me the way that you do & for letting me yell about this to you && for encouraging me so much 🥺 i'll never be able to explain just how much this means to me, so i'll have to settle for saying thank you at any change that i can get <3 i love you all 💜 also gem my baby, thank you for the inspo with the banner 💚

@bluesdelis look babe i did it 😌 you know how grateful i am for you & for you letting me have a breakdown every week about my writing for the past 8 years so let's not dive into that or else i will write something bigger than this prologue jsjsjdjd love you 🖤

i hope you all have a good reading and a nice day ♡

let me know what are your thoughts about the fic ! ♡

word count: 4.1k

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Cold. That was the first thing that Olivia’s brain processed.

Still with her eyes closed, she buried herself more into the duvet, while her arm blindly reached for the furnace in human form that she calls boyfriend. However, as soon as her arm was only met with cold sheets, her eyes shot open.

Blinking the sleep away, she sat up on the bed, searching for the infamous red clock resting on Ashton’s bedside table that was supposed to look like a vintage alarm clock. Olivia had ordered it online at an auction website a couple of years back, as a gift for his 23rd birthday, since it was something he had mentioned multiple times prior that he was looking for, but still hadn't found. But when it finally came in (two weeks after the due date), it looked nothing like the picture she saw on the website. Feeling beyond frustrated, she wanted to send it back immediately and ask for a refund and maybe leave a not so polite review on the seller's page. But Ashton stopped her right away, laughing like the situation was absolutely hilarious to him, while saying, 'I like it, it’s quirky'. So, the clock stayed and found a home right next to him in their room.

Some days, however, she would wake up at some ungodly hour because of the blaring noise of the only ringtone the clock had. But whatever annoyance she could feel towards the object, it always vanished as soon as she felt Ashton's lips gently touching her face in a good morning kiss before he would get up to start his day, leaving her to catch some more hours of well deserved sleep.

As the furthest from a morning person as a touring musician could possibly be, Olivia had always feared that living under the same roof as Ashton would turn her into an early bird like him, but she's thankful that it never happened (not that he needs to know about that).

When she sees the red clock, she smiles at the sudden but welcome memories of them flooding her foggy brain, but frowns slightly when she realizes it reads 12:13 pm. Ashton rarely lets her sleep past 10 am.

Gathering all her strength and will, she rises up from the bed, smoothly picking up a grey wool sweatshirt from the chair (way too baggy on her slim body, but it smells like him), pulling it over her head and relishing on the soft material warming up her body. Making her way to the door and calmly going down the stairs, she can’t help but stop for a minute to admire the picture frames on their walls, one in particular catches her attention – probably one of the most prized pictures and memories they had. It felt older than it actually is, but it was around 4 years ago, she's sure – a little while after the two of them met. The picture was of their group of friends that still remains the same: Ashton and his best friend, Luke; Olivia, her best friend, Calum and their old hometown friend, turned into Calum’s new friend at college, turned into everyone’s friend, Michael; and her then newly band members, Suki, Eli and Ravi. Together, their group was the life of the party through all their college years, and it showed by the big smiles and drinks in hands they all had in the picture. It was a very special night, the first time Olivia’s little band played for the public – for a small audience sure, but it was a wonderful night nonetheless. What a long road it had been since that night.

Her nostalgic thoughts were interrupted by a shiver that went through her whole body, and it made her realize how oddly cold the whole house was, not only their bedroom. Which, granted, it was November in New York and the weather was just getting colder, but that’s exactly why Ashton always made sure to keep the house warm enough. As much as she loved the chilly season, the warm weather always reminded him of his hometown, and who was she to deny him that?

The smell of fresh made coffee could be sensed even before she reached the kitchen. Arriving there, the curly haired woman still found no signs of her boyfriend, so she went straight after the coffee maker pot sitting on the far left corner of the cream marble counter. Smiling softly at the tons of memories of Ashton's sleepy figure making their favorite beverage, she reached for a coffee mug on the cupboard on top of the counter and poured the remainder of the hot liquid on it (it's her favorite mug, if she must choose – it was a gift from a fan, and it had printed on it a collage of the pictures of her and Ashton that were posted on social media through their first year of relationship).

Moving to the glass doors that lead to the mini garden they cultivate, she didn't have to open them to spot the 6-feet-tall man sitting on a bench outside, looking oddly small in his oversized clothes, coffee mug tightly held between strong hands. Something about his figure made Olivia frown, however: he was staring with an unwavering look at her small but eye-catching pot of yellow daffodils that were almost as much of a pet to them as Stitch at this point. Sensing that there’s something definitely off about his semblance, she made a mental note to talk to him and find out what’s wrong later. So she goes back to the kitchen, knowing that he might need this quiet and private moment for himself.

She lost count of the minutes that went by (couldn't have been more than five) before she hears the garden's door opening and closing, and then his bare feet are dragging his brawny body to her. Except, he goes over to the sink, walking right through her, not showing any sign that he even saw her hunched figure over the counter table in the middle of the room.

Alright, someone's in a mood.

Olivia tries to swallow the annoyance already bubbling inside her – he knows how much she hates to be ignored, no matter how mad he might be – by trying to think of what she can say that won't piss him off. This is always a hard feat to accomplish when Ashton gets in these moods, but there’s a reason for them to work so well together.

“I missed my favorite body heater when I woke up,” she says in her best sweet voice, knowing how quickly his resolve crumbles when he hears that voice.

Still, no reaction.

That settles a worry at the pit of her stomach, because Ashton is never like this. Even when he's not in the mood to talk, he always gives some kind of reaction to her words; it doesn't matter how small, just enough to make her feel acknowledged.

When he's finished washing his mug and the few scattered dishes across the sink – she noticed that he already had lunch, if the lone plate in the drying rack is anything to go by –, he dries his hand in a towel, turns around and throws it on top of the same counter Olivia was leaning up against. Once again, he walks away not even sparing her a look.

Indignant, she leaves the now empty coffee mug on top of the table and follows him as he walks up the stairs, any determination to not aggravate his mood now well gone.

“Hey! In case you didn't notice, I'm right here. Whatever got you in this sour mood, I'm certainly not to blame, so can you stop being a child now and talk to me?!”

Ashton just keeps walking – more like sluggishly dragging his body – until he reaches their bedroom and suddenly stops just merely two feet inside the room, looking around with vacant eyes; like he was expecting to see something that wasn't there.

“Okay, that's really mature of you. Are you planning on ignoring me all day then?” Olivia questions exasperated, staring angrily at the back of his neck, where the condor tattoo lives – her favorite of his, but that sight doesn't bring her any peace today like it usually does.

Her glare only breaks when she hears the familiar sound of dog tags swaying on her right side. Shifting her gaze to the direction of the sound, Olivia notices Stitch, their small, black & white French bulldog – who she thought was outside in the garden – slowly trudging his way from around the bed until he stops at Ashton's feet, looking up at one of his humans with sad eyes. That realization only makes the worry in her stomach grow uncomfortably.

“Hi buddy,” Ashton's voice cracks a bit from the lack of use, but he smiles softly at the sweet dog, and crouches down to pet him.

Olivia can't help but gasp as she notices three things all at once that leave her overwhelmed: first, how she didn't even notice Stitch was in the room when she woke up – which never ever happens, in fact, most days he wakes her up whenever he deems her bedtime as finished and can't ever contain his excitement when she finally gets up; second, how the windows blinds are closed, which, again, rarely occurs under their roof, not if Ashton can help it. And third, how sad and melancholic the whole scene in front of her is – how sad and melancholic Ashton is. Pointless to say by now – that's also a very rare occasion.

A chill creeps up Olivia's spine, putting her body into high alert and also serving as a reminder of how everything looks out of place today. Trying to keep her head from spiraling down way too soon, she wraps her arms around herself and crouches down beside her two favorite boys, trying once more.

“Ash? Can you hear me?” even with her throat closing, she softly asks, purposefully putting her face in Ashton's point of view. Her only answer is the low whispers he's letting out to Stitch, while cradling the tiny dog in his arms, spreading gentle kisses on his head.

“I know, bud, I know. I miss her too,” is the only whisper she could understand and immediately wishes she hadn't. The weak wail that comes from Stitch's throat seems to fit perfectly with how the three of them feel.

Ashton then looks up and for a couple of seconds, and Olivia can swear he’s staring right into her eyes. But when he shows no reaction, she knows he’s just staring ahead and not at her, with that look that says there’s too much going on inside his head. She feels the urge to embrace him and get him to talk about whatever is on his mind, so they can share that weight like they always do, but when Ashton gets up from the ground and settles on the bed with Stitch, Olivia can physically feel the crack in her heart caused by the feeling she’s left with.

While Ashton is pulling the duvet over him and the dog, with clearly no intentions of getting up anytime soon, Olivia stands up on her feet with a new-found determination – she needs to figure out what the hell is going on.

This nightmare had to be just that, right? Nothing but a very vivid dream – she's had those before. Scary sure, but they always go away, and soon enough she's back into Ashton's arms, with Stitch jumping on the bed ready to lick their faces off. She just needs to wake herself up from whatever fucked up dream this is – right?

She's running down the stairs this time, frantically in search of something, of what exactly, she doesn’t know – but she knows she needs an answer. The more she looks for something, the more desperate she gets, not knowing what to look for. Then suddenly, something catches her eyes.

The white and blue calendar that's held up by magnets on the side of the fridge. She knows their calendar is red and yellow. They got it from their favorite flower market. Slowly, as if scared of what it might be there – “It's just a calendar, for fucks sake” – she approaches the damn thing. Upon inspection, she deems it as a normal calendar – she really doesn't know what she was expecting – until.

She knows what's wrong with it now.

It's November. She knows it, because the Asian and last leg of her first world tour is about to begin November 21st, eleven days from today. Right after Mike's birthday, she knows this.

Then why does the calendar say today is January 14th?

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Ashton woke up with a jolt. He quickly sat up, frightening the little Frenchie that was asleep right next to him on the bed. Trying to make sense of his surroundings, he roughly rubbed his face to get some sleep off of it and soon reached for the dog that was staring at him with sleepy but sad eyes. Ashton is sure Stitch understands far more than a dog is supposed to understand about their current situation.

The room is covered in shadows, almost pitch black, but he can see the sunlight even through the thick dark grey blinds covering up the windows. Ashton knows he won't be able to sleep again at that moment, so he gets up from the bed – much slower than he used to. His heartbeat is still out of control because of the nightmare that woke him up, but he can't bother to pay attention to it when Stitch is softly wailing beside him. Ashton lets out a ghost of a smile when the dog rests his head on his right upper thigh, looking up at him with an expression Ashton knows all too well.

“C'mon you little ravenous creature, let's feed you,” the bulldog excitedly jumps to the ground, already running his way down the stairs, not even waiting for Ashton to get up.

That gets a real smile out of him, but it vanishes as soon as he glances at the alarm clock on his bedside table. It reads 5:13 am, nothing out of the ordinary for him. But that small and inoffensive clock, with its red paint peeling off, holds a lot of memories for him. Memories that two months ago would bring joy to his heart, but now he almost wants to throw the object across the room.

It was a stupid thing, really. He had been wanting a vintage alarm clock and Olivia got one for his birthday. But the product they received was definitely not the one she bought, and if he's being honest, he didn't like it as much as he made out to. But seeing her so excited in the weeks before it arrived, and how disappointed she was when it did, he couldn't help but try his best to make her smile that luminous smile again. It's part of his nature by now.

That's also the reason why he lets her think that he doesn't notice when she wakes up at some ungodly hour (her words, not his) along with him, because of the annoying and only sound the alarm clock is able to produce. He always leaves soft kisses in every inch of bare skin he can find on her sleeping figure, so she goes back to the dream land and doesn't wake up before 10 am. No one wants to deal with that kind of bad humor, not even him.

As much as he likes being a morning person and absolutely enjoys her company in the mornings, he knows she'll take any and every extra hour of sleep she can get before starting the day. And that's why he loves that she's so stubborn that his early bird tendencies never got to her – he knows she feared that this would happen when they moved in together, but he met her like this, fell for her like this. He wouldn't change a single thing about her.

Ashton drags himself out of the bed, wincing slightly at how cold the wooden floors are under his bare feet. He doesn't bother putting some socks on, or a sweater – the cold weather in the house is uncharacteristically comforting to him. Nothing feels warm without her anyway.

While descending the stairs, he mentally curses himself for not being strong enough to look past the picture frames on the wall. One in particular catches his eyes – a picture from the night of Olivia's first concert with her band. The memories of that night are still painfully vivid in his mind: the laughter among their group that eventually infected everyone at the pub, Suki and Luke's first kiss and the silly smile that didn't leave his best friend's face all night, the standing ovation Olivia got after her three-songs set, and her captivating and breathtaking smile that made him realize right then and there, while watching her sway to the music, that he was definitely falling in love with her and there was nothing he could do to stop it – not that he wanted to.

So many memories held up on that wall, in the relatively short time since they met, that he can't help but wonder if that's all they'll get in this lifetime.

Ashton is abruptly taken out of his thoughts by Stitch's barks coming from the bottom of the stairs. He quickly jogs down the few steps left and goes straight after the dog's food in the kitchen's cabinet. After Stitch starts to happily devour his breakfast, Ashton goes to make his coffee, doing enough for two people like he always does, since Calum drops by most days for a chat or to drop Duke before going to work. Although all three of them know he just can't bother to make food for himself in the morning, while Ashton is the group's elected chef. Ashton always says he just needs a boyfriend – Olivia says Calum already has one who makes him breakfast every day.

He grabs an apple from the fridge and makes his way outside to their garden. Even though a lot of their memories took place there, the garden is the only space in the house where he doesn't feel like suffocating all the time. At least here, he can breathe some fresh air and look at the sky when he's feeling overwhelmed – which is basically all he's been doing for about a month now.

Yet, a lot of the garden has Olivia's name written all over.

He remembers vividly the day she came home after spending two weeks in LA doing some pocket shows, with a pack of daffodil seeds and the largest smile. She excitedly told him that a friend gifted it to her when she mentioned the little garden they were planning to build together at their new house. The friend told Olivia that daffodils symbolize rebirth and new beginnings, so as the good lover of symbolism that she is, Olivia loved the idea of having those flowers to symbolize their new beginning.

Ashton, on the other hand, wasn't a fan of the flowers at first – he just didn't see the appeal to them. But nonetheless, he indulged her, letting Olivia plant the seeds near the bench they used to sit during the quiet and unrushed afternoons, so they could admire the sunset, and she could happily look at the daffodils.

Pointless to say – the damn flowers grew on him.

Now, however, looking at them without Olivia and her contagious joy next to him, they were back to be as dull as they were before, if not more so.

Still lost inside his head without any sense of how much time went by since he sat down, Ashton doesn't hear the front door closing, and doesn't notice that he's no longer the only person inside the house until someone sits next to him on the bench. Yet, he doesn't show any sign of acknowledgement to them.

A few minutes go by before either of them speaks up.

“Luke said you didn't go to see her yesterday,” Calum starts softly, not wanting to disturb the calmness of the morning.

Ashton takes a few seconds to respond, “No point in doing that.” The black haired man licks his lips while thinking carefully about his next words.

“You know staying inside this house all day by yourself won't help either,” Calum turns his head to his left and takes a good look at Ashton's uncharacteristically hunched over figure, and immediately thinks that anyone can tell this man is not himself anymore. His second thought is that Olivia would hate seeing him like this.

“And what exactly do you expect me to do? Move on with my life like nothing happened? Like I'm not slowly and painfully losing the love of my life? Just because it’s easy for you doesn't mean it's easy for me.”

Calum closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He knows Ashton doesn't mean it, it's the anger and frustration talking. He knows it. Doesn't make it sting any less.

“I'm not telling you to move on with your life, because that's far from what I'm doing, and I certainly don't expect you to do it. I'm just saying you need to occupy your mind or else–”

“I'll go insane? Think it's a bit too late for that,” Ashton interrupts with a bitter tone that doesn't belong to his usual chirpy voice.

“You know it's not,” Calum sighs and drinks the rest of his coffee, moving his body slightly, so he's facing the blonde man, “I got a job interview for you at that school you talked about so much last summer, the principal said you can go any day this week. I went ahead and sent her your resume as well as explained everything that she needs to know about Olivia, so you don't have to. You just gotta put on some decent clothes and show up.” he sees Ashton's face softening a little and takes it as a victory. A few beats go by and then, “Maybe take a shower too. That's gonna make you feel better.” Calum leans in closer to his friend's personal space and takes a sniff, causing Ashton to deflect from him slightly, but not to push him away – another small win.

“Definitely take a shower, you stink. When was the last time your hair saw shampoo?”

“Fuck off,” is Ashton's only reply to the younger man's inquest. But Calum can see a smile creeping up on the blonde's face, which brings out a smile of his own.

“I'll send you all the details later today,” he checks the hour on the watch on his wrist and gets up, “Just please, Ash, go. I can't lose you too.”

Calum gently lays a hand on Ashton's shoulder and squeezes a little. The man doesn't look up, but gives a curt nod to his friend, who's satisfied enough. Calum stops on the threshold of the garden glass doors to give some kisses to Stitch – who came to make Ashton company as soon as he finished his food –, and then he puts the coffee mug on the dishwater. And soon enough, he's on his way out of the door. But not before snatching a tangerine from the fridge.

Ashton is left by himself once again. As he hears the sound of the front door closing, he thinks that this might be his life from now on. Just him and Stitch, trying their hardest to make it through another miserable day without the love of their lives. While everyone else comes by just to make sure he's still breathing. Breathing, maybe, but alive?

Swallowing the tears, he looks up at the sky. It's a deep, beautiful mix of orange, pink and blue, but he knows that it won't last long and soon the rain will be pouring down. He thinks about how much Olivia loves the rain.

God, he needs to pull himself together. She would hate to see him like this. Maybe he should take Calum's offer after all, he really needs to occupy his mind.

Making a mental note to thank Calum later, and also to apologize for how rude he was to him this morning, Ashton slowly gets up from the bench to put his mug on the sink and makes his way to the living room, with the small dog loyally following his every step. He puts on some cartoon that for once doesn't remind him of her (she always lovingly made fun of him for still watching those) and cuddles with Stitch on the couch. He can take a shower later.

Not half an hour goes by, he falls asleep and has a good dream for a change. He dreams of the days he spent with Olivia in the Philippines last February, right before her first world tour started. Some of the most magical days of their lives – surrounded by delicious food, a whole new culture to learn about and the warmth of the sun. Infinite counted days full of love and passion, where they were the only people in the world.

Even his subconscious knows to hold on to that brief moment of happiness, because he might never live that again.

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little-smartass · 3 years

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THE VAMPIRE LESTAT COVER ALBUM - the legendary Vampire Lestat is back and bigger and badder than ever, this time bringing a whole album of song covers ranging from classic bangers to newer fresh takes on chart hits! get your copy now, complete with a transcript of the artist's commentary on each song!

(songs I think Lestat would cover and release as an album in an attempt to re-kickstart his career and/or make some sort of dramatic statement to Louis. tracklist and "artist commentary" under the cut)

Survival - Muse

“And I’ll reveal my strength, to the whole human race, yes I am prepared, to stay alive, and I won’t forgive, and vengeance is mine, and I won’t give in, because I choose to thrive! Yeah I’m gonna win!”

Oh, I wish this song had been around back on that opening night at the Cow Palace - how apt that would have been! What a fucking anthem! They would have been rioting all night. I mean, they already were, but, like, because of the music. Not because vampires were being immolated in the middle of the crowd. Different kind of riot.

The Bitch Is Back - Elton John

“I’m a bitch, I’m a bitch, oh the bitch is back, stone cold sober as a matter of fact, I can bitch, I can bitch, ‘cause I’m better than you, it’s the way that I move, the things that I do!”

One day I want to have this play as I walk into Night Island. I’ll time it perfectly so that I throw off my coat - my denim jacket, or- oh, no, a fur! Maximum drama! - just as the chorus starts. Armand will know that I’m coming of course, but I think that’ll just make it even better. And I have good memories to this song... [muffled question] Sorry, gentlemen don’t kiss and tell, bébé. [laughter]

Everybody Loves Me - OneRepublic

"Oh my, feels just like I don’t try, look so good I might die, all I know is everybody loves me, head down, swaying to my own sound, flashes in my face now, all I know is everybody loves me”

Look, do I even need to explain this one? Didn’t think so.

Bad Reputation - Joan Jett

"I don't give a damn ‘bout my reputation, I've never been afraid of any deviation, and I don't really care if you think I'm strange, I ain't gonna change - and I'm never gonna care bout my bad reputation"

This one's fairly self-explanatory again. It could have been my personal anthem when I was mortal quite honestly. And it's an awful lot of fun to jump about and headbang to, don't you think? That's a new thing I've found out about, headbanging. People have been hopping about to music looking like fools for centuries but now there's a name for it. Fantastic.

bad guy - Billie Eilish

"I’m that bad type, make your mama sad time, make your girlfriend mad type, might seduce your dad time… I’m the bad guy. Duh.”

Creepy? Check. Sexy? Check. Tongue-in-cheek? Check check. This song was great and a lot of fun to cover.

Lover to Lover - Florence + the Machine

“I believe there’s no salvation for me now, no space among the clouds, and I feel I’m heading down, but that’s alright, that’s alright, that’s alright”

I don’t know, this one just felt very relevant. Also the piano was great to do. You might have noticed that I’ve picked a lot of songs with piano, and that’s because I bullied the studio into getting me a goooooorgeous grand piano for the recording space and I wanted to use it as much as possible!

Feeling Good - Muse

“Stars when you shine, you know how I feel, scent of the pine, you know how I feel, oh freedom is mine, and I know how I feel”

I just really like this song - I’ve done a cover of an excellent cover! Can- can you put emojis in this? Do people still use emojis? Well imagine I’ve put the shrug one. Wait, isn’t there- Daniel, Daniel, come here, isn’t there a shrug emoji made up of keyboard- [muffled words] yes! The shrug one! Yes, put that in the transcription. [ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ] I just like this song.

The Man - The Killers

“I got gas in the tank, I got money in the bank, I got news for you baby, you're looking at the man, I got skin in the game, I got a household name, I got news for you baby, you're looking at the man”

I feel like this one speaks for itself too. Can you put that shrug emoji thing in here again? [ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ] Yes!

J'ai Pas Envie - MIKA

J'ai pas envie, de faire comme si, comme les maris, qui disent oui, j'ai pas envie, j'ai pas envie, j'ai pas envie d'te faire plaisir, j'ai pas envie, j'ai pas envie, si tu m'aimes viens me le dire"

Look, I'm not going to translate the whole song for you, because it has all this clever wordplay you just totally lose in english… but the gist of it is that these two lovers are… at odds a lot. It's… it's maybe a little spiteful [laughter] but in a fun way! It's a fun song! Louis won't even be mad about it, it's MIKA.

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy - Queen

"When I'm not with you, think of you always (I miss those long hot summer nights), when I'm not with you, think of me always, always"

[Long pause] God, I miss Freddie.

Let 'Em Talk - Kesha

Ah, full disclosure - I put this song in purely because of the expression Louis made when I played it in the car and it got to the line “can suck my dick” and she did that popping noise… it was incredible, and I just knew I had to cover it so I could see his expression when I said that. I can’t wait to play it to him. [laughter]

So What - P!nk

"So so what, I'm still a rockstar, I got my rock moves, and I don't need you, and guess what? I'm having more fun, and now that we're done, I'm gonna show you tonight, I'm alright, I'm just fine, (and you're a tool, so)"

I'm actually a big fan of nineties and noughties female stars - all that grrrrrrrl power, it's great fun, you know? I'd say this one is fairly self-explanatory, because I am still a rockstar! This is my new album! Fuck you EMP and your sniffy little article calling me "washed up"!

Little Lion Man - Mumford & Sons

"But it was not your fault but mine, and it was your heart on the line, I really fucked it up this time, didn't I my dear?"

This one could be self-deprecating, but it's also very vindictively angry at the same time, and that's a combination I definitely get. Like, oh, it's my fault, isn't it? It's my fucking fault again, what a surprise. Perhaps "learn from your mother or you'll spend your days biting your own neck" is a little on the nose… [muffled words] you've read my books, right? [muffled words] Good, good.

Missy - The Airbourne Toxic Event

"But I swear there's still some good in me, I think if you'd stuck around you'd see, all the botched attempts at integrity I once had"

Oh, I was feeling philosophical when I picked this one. No, philosophical isn't the right word… melancholy? Do people still use that word? "I swear I swear I swear I'll never get sad" is both furiously defiant and yet so self-defeatingly ironic. [Exasperated noise] Enough of that. Next!

Please Don't Leave Me - P!nk

"I don't know if I can yell any louder, how many times have I kicked you out of here, or said something insulting? I can be so mean when I wanna be, I am capable of nearly anything, when my heart is broken… (please, please don't leave me)"

Oh, we’re… we’re getting to this section now. [clearing throat] Well, I have to make up for that sucking dick line, don’t I? Get a bit vulnerable. Oh God, why did I decide to do this bit? [muffled words] [bad chicago accent] But why buy the cow? Because you love him, you really do. [sigh, laughter]

Next To Me - Imagine Dragons

"Oh, I always let you down, shattered on the ground, still I find you there, next to me, and oh, the stupid things I do, I'm far from good it's true, still I find you, next to me"

Why did I- I don’t remember putting so many of these ones in.

Run To You - Pentatonix

"I've been settling scores, I've been fighting so long, but I've lost your war, and our kingdom is gone... how shall I win back your heart which was mine? I have broken bones and tattered clothes, I've run out of time"

[Sigh] [clears throat] Yeah. I think we can move onto the next one.

Love of My Life - Queen

“Love of my life, don't leave me, you've stolen my love, you now desert me, love of my life, can't you see? Bring it back, bring it back, don't take it away from me, because you don't know, what it means to me”

I play this one sometimes on my baby grand when we've had a fight, and it's impossible for him to stay angry. He's a sucker for this sort of… formality in romance. God, I wish I'd realised that earlier. If I'd written him a letter in fancy copperplate script with scented paper and enclosed rose petals politely requesting him to bend me over his desk back in the day, it might not have taken two centuries of mutual blue balls for us to figure our shit out. Ah well, live and learn… as it were. [muffled words] Look, I did a whole bunch of vulnerable songs! Now I get to make sex jokes! [laughter] oh fuck off.

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god1ngs · 3 years

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━‎ visitation

synopsis; a certain someone pays a visit

contains; major angst, arguing, one mention of vomit, swearing

day two + 1.6k wc

note; sorry this took so long! but here is day two :]

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your rage fit from yesterday had calmed down, allowing you to be at peace once you awoke. the ache of your knuckles, red and scraped, had reminded you of it ─ the anger that coursed through your feelings, for not only your nation but yourself as well.

the deal you made with dream hasn't, and won't, gone away. how you wished it was that easy. how you wished the contract would leave you alone. the nagging of his words, constantly on repeat in your head, made your everyday life harder and harder.

knowing when you would die haunted you.

it was the second day, you had noticed. you didn't want to get out of bed, didn't want to face the world that morning. however, life didn't quite work out in your favor. you sighed, dreading the hours that would follow once you got up.

a banging at your door had been the push to get you out of bed. you frowned, almost ignoring the other before getting out of bed. you frowned, an anguishing weight being shoved on to your shoulders as you got up. you pushed open the door, revealing a familiar brunette.

wilbur, who had been making his daily rounds around the crater that was his country, had decided to come check up on you. the state you were in yesterday had worried him, not allowing a peaceful night. he gave a small, yet weak all the time, smile. a hopeful flame ignited in the smile.

"are you alright? i wanted to check on you." his thick british made you more hopeful of a greater future, one where you weren't threatened by the laws of the land. you have a sigh, nodding your head before apologizing for your outburst. wilbur, in his naturally good nature, waved you off with a smile.

"don't worry about it, [name]. we all get mad sometimes. i'm just glad i found you before you hurt yourself more." the brunette said, placing a hand on your shoulder. wilbur was someone who always knew how to calm others down, someone who could pick a persons brain in a matter of moments.

you leaned into the touch, one of the only comforting feelings you've had in days. dream's words came to your mind, making you shudder. wilbur, having noticed, spared you a glance. "are you cold?" he asked and, although you wanted to say no, you couldn't give any indication that you were scared.

at your nod, wilbur stripped himself of his suit jacket, placing it over your shoulders. the man smiled at you, truly a gentleman. "it is a bit cold around here. you can keep my jacket until you find one for yourself, yeah?" he told you, giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze.

wilbur had always been kind like that, gentlemanly in his own sweet ways. the brunette had always acted like this around you, giving you his jacket whenever you were cold or shooting you a smile whenever you were sad. he was like your rock in hard times.

he was one of your most trusted friends, you could even say you would trust him with your life.

you and wilbur talked more, although the conversation was mostly him. dream's words still haunted you. they replayed in your mind like a broken record, scratchy and out of tune, yet terrifying all the same. you weren't ready to face death yet.

you weren't ready to die.

you still had so much to live for.

and yet, fate worked in cruel ways.

wilbur had noticed how weird you were acting. he had always been observant, coming with his natural person and his role as president. you weren't there, off in a distant world doing god knows what. he wasn't the one to be nosy, but he was curious as to what was on your mind.

the birds chirped their melodious tune, a peaceful melody to interrupt the dreadful silence.

explosions cut through the silence. loud and abrupt, the explosives at the entrance of l'manberg, already blown up beyond recognition, exploded. people came rushing out of their homes, scared and confused and tired. the war was still taking its toll on them.

always making the grand entrance, stood dream. his smiley face mask, chipped at the edges from years of wear and tear, stared back tauntingly at the citizens; it mocked their fear. he didn't say anything for a moment, only staring. waiting and watching for someboy else to make the first move.

"for fucks sake, dream," shouted tommy, irritated. "what do you want now!? you already blew up l'manberg and now you're doin' it even more!" the tangent he was about to go on was interrupted by wilbur placing a hand on his shoulder, silencing him. wilbur stepped up, appearing to not be afraid of stepping up to dream.

"what do you want dream?" he asked coldly, eyes of steel narrowed at the other man. dream only snickered, his smirk obvious. he only came to taunt you all, to shove his win in l'manbergs face. the face that l'manberg wasn't free overjoyed him.

"oh nothing," dream said in a sing song tone. "just wanted to come by to see one your people, wilbur." wilbur hadn't known what to reply, the response from dream confusing him. he opened his mouth to speak, yet you couldn't hear or decipher his words.

dread washed over you. it enveloped you in its cold embrace, smothering you while you begged for it to stop. you almost wanted to plead, to plead dream to leave you alone. you swallowed harshly, nervous as dream scanned the crowd ─ presumably for you.

maybe you could leave. if you slipped out quickly, no one would notice. you could leave so easily, without interfering with what was happening. although it would be a cowardice move. you blinked back your fears as you stood there, silently hoping he wasn't there to see you.

the universe didn't seem to hear your pleas.

dream had came up to you, grinning and glowing with glee. "[name]!" he exclaimed, the sadistic undertone clear in his words. "how've you been?" you could only stand there in shock, all eyes on you. your next few moments depended on this, for you could lose your life within a few minutes.

your lack of an answer clearly displeased him, his grip on your shoulder increasing. you winced, hissing underneath your breath. "i've been okay." you stammered meekly, reluctant in answering his question. he only smiled wider, letting go of your shoulder.

"good, good! i came to remind you of our little deal. remember what my words were, okay?" your blood ran dry at his words, and so did everyone else's judging by their reactions. dream only turned, saying goodbye to the citizens of l'manberg and being on his way.

all eyes were still on you when he left. they didn't leave you even as you crumpled in on yourself, grasping at whatever warm skin you could find. shouting began quickly. tommy was shouting, yelling at you for what deal you had made with dream.

you could see wilbur's shocked face. disappointment shone on his features, his creased brow in confusion making you want to vomit. he stopped tommy yelling, although only a short amount of time before it began again, while walking up to you. "you made a deal with dream? the villain?"

you couldn't speak even if you wanted to. words wouldn't make it past your throat, you almost clawed them out. you only choked on them, eyes wide and panic filled. you were scared of losing your friends, as well as your life.

telling them about the deal would be going against him, right?

you nearly started sobbing. the reminder that you were around people who expected you to be strong stopped the urge. you sniffled, opening and closing your mouth to speak yet no words making it past. wilbur's disappointment strengthened.

"[name], tell me what deal you made with dream." the firmness of wilbur's voice had been one you hadn't heard directed at you before. to tommy, and sometimes tubbo, but never you before. you couldn't shake the feeling of dread that voice came with. he put a hand on your shoulder, and the familiar comfort didn't come with it this time.

"i can't, wilbur..." you choked out, the fear of power from dream outweighing any of your friendships. you couldn't bear your death coming earlier, as well as your friends having to watch it. tears steamed down your face, lip quivering and eyes fluttering. wilbur showed no pity. he wasn't the kind man who had offered his jacket before.

"i'm sorry, [name], but until you tell us what deal you made with dream, you can't be here anymore."

the words taunted you. they laughed and mocked and jeered you while you sobbed. you could only look up at wilbur, stammering out words you don't even know made sense or not. he apologized again and, with that, escorted you out of l'manberg.

you cried as you left.

you had no where to go. your home was l'manberg, and now you had been escorted out by your friend of years. you didn't know where else to go except the lake. the lake you had met dream only days ago, your own pathetic relfection staring back at you. your eyes were red and puffy, a significant indication you had been bawling.

footsteps approached you, and much like that night only days ago, there dream stood.

you flinched as he sat next to you. he hummed, leaning back on his palms, grass blades tickling his fingers. he looked up at the sky, the twinkling night stars. you sniffled. he let out a sigh, one of content and pleasure.

"this is going to be the worst week of your life, and i'll make sure of it."

he would keep his promise.

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 3 years

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𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎! 𝙰𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚣 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜: 𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒

Disclaimer: In no way am I condoning, justifying, encouraging nor trying to romanticize yandere behavior. This is all a work of fiction and not meant to represent real life scenarios.

Warnings: Mentions of bullying, toxic relationship, violent behavior, murder, sexual scenes, paranoia leading to mental blackouts, miscarriage, suicide attempt, mental disorders and death are contained within this post. Read at your own discretion.

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𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧:

𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎: 𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒

𝙳.𝙾.𝙱: 𝙰𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝟿𝚝𝚑, 𝟷𝟿𝟿𝟿

𝙷𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝: 𝟷𝟾𝟻 𝙲𝙼/ 𝟼'𝟶 𝙵𝚃.

𝙰𝚐𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝙻𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕: ■■■■□90%

𝙾𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝙻𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕: ■■■■■100%

𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢: ■■■■□90%

𝙾𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝙻𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕: 𝙷𝚒𝚐𝚑

𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: 𝚂𝚞𝚋𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎

𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝙰𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚜:

•𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚡𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝

•𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝

•𝚃𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚝𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗

•𝙸𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛

•𝙴𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝

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Mingi was someone who always kept to himself, never wanting to draw any kind of attention.

Unfortunately for him, he got a lot of attention while he was studying in university, and not the good kind.

He accidentally bumped into one of the jocks at school, and from that moment on, his life was hell.

He was constantly belittled, shoved to the floor, his locker filled with vicious and cruel messages ranging from "freak" to "kill yourself."

Mingi often just sighed and continued his day, as if this was totally normal.

It's not that he didn't understand what was going on or didn't care.

He was just too awkward and scared to stand up to himself.

So he often just came home, feeling hopeless and in despair.

Many times he hardly ate and would end up crawling inside his blankets and cry himself to sleep.

Even the few people he talked to stopped associating themselves with him out of fear of becoming the bullies' next target.

So Mingi resigned himself to being alone and to think no one would ever care about him....

Until you came along.

You had recently transferred to his school and one of the first things you saw was the poor sandy hair colored giant get punched in the stomach by his locker.

You were so disgusted and sickened by their behavior that you did not hesitate to go over and make sure he was all right.

"Hey, do you need help?" You asked as you helped him get up.

"I I'm fine...t-thanks.." Without another word, he left you standing there, running off to his next class.

He thought that'd be the last time he saw you but during lunch break, you made it a point to look for him and talk to him.

"Are you feeling better?"

Mingi looked up at you with wide eyes, wondering if it really was him you were talking to.

"Y-yeah...I'm fine. T-thanks"

Smiling at him, you sat next to him, taking out your lunch while trying to make conversation with him.

All throughout it, Mingi seemed agitated, scared almost.

You felt really bad and asked him if something was bothering him.

Sighing he told you:

"Look, I appreciate your concern, but I think it's best if you stay away from me.... I don't want them to hurt you because of me..."

You saw the sadness in his eyes, the loneliness behind them and that made you want to stay with him even more.

"What's your name?" You asked what you had really wanted to know since the beginning.

"Song Mingi." He answered you.

Grinning at him, you held out your hand.

"Well Song Mingi, I'm L/N Y/N. Your soon to be new best friend."

Mingi's mouth dropped at your words, he couldn't possibly believe you were serious.

But you were and not only did you become his closest friend, you also became his protector.

Unlike him, you were fearless, vivacious, outgoing and spontaneous.

And Mingi began to admire you a lot for it....

More than admired, he began to worship you, falling deeply in love with you.

For once in his life, he was happy, truly happy and filled with joy.

Instead of crying himself to sleep, he went to bed all excited to spend the next day with you.

And of course you two spent a lot of time together, since he became your math tutor cause you were the absolute worst with numbers.

You were thankful that Mingi was so patient and caring towards you.

He never showed any signs of frustration or annoyance even after explaining the equation to you about 20 times.

"Y/N. Pay attention or you won't ace the test." He often told you, adding a little pinch to your nose or cheek to get you to focus.

He also loved just talking to you during these sessions.

Obviously being your best friend, he also ended up picking up on what sort of things you liked in a guy.

He would often observe you at school or while you two were out.

One time he even read through a few of your messages with one of your other friends from your old school.

It was exactly what Mingi needed to know, he now had a glimpse of the type of boyfriend you wanted.

And for you.....he'd end up becoming that boyfriend.

So while you were in spring break, he prepared everything.

He got rid of his cardigans and vests, trading them for leather and jean jackets.

He ended up cutting his hair differently and started wearing tighter fitting pants that accentuated his thick thighs.

So when you saw him again, it was a complete 180° from the shy, nerdy boy you knew.

"Whoah! Who are you and what have you done with my best friend?"

You weren't going to lie, Mingi did look very attractive.

You were glad though that he was still the cute, adorable and somewhat clumsy boy he was when you first met him.

Because that's the Mingi you knew and loved.

And you wouldn't trade him for anything in the world.

It was after finals that Mingi decided to ask you out.

You were both out celebrating the fact you both passed when he popped the question:

"Y/N will you go out with me?" He suddenly blurted out.

You were taken aback, but said yes nonetheless.

Mingi was so happy.

He was extremely devoted to you as a boyfriend, always saying yes to you and going along with whatever it was you wanted.

Anything you said, he would do it.

"Anywhere you want to go is fine with me."

"Anything you want is fine with me."

You thought it was really sweet at first, he really wanted to make you happy.

But after almost a year of dating, it kinda started to get annoying.

It bothered you that he never seemed to have an opinion of his own.

You actually snapped at him one day while planning a date out.

"Can't you freaking decide for yourself once?"

Mingi just whipped his head at you, unable to comprehend why you were yelling at him.

"Do you not even care about me or this relationship? Cause honestly it seems like you're not actually putting effort into it and if it's like that, why am I even wasting my time on you?"

Mingi got really scared when you began walking out the door, he pleaded with you to stay, to talk through it.

"I'll do anything! Y/N please just don't leave me! What do you want me to do?!" He begged as he got on his knees.

"I want you to leave me alone!"

Alone......that word struck a chord in Mingi's head.....alone.

No....he couldn't go back to being alone...go back to the cold world that he was used to.

He began hyperventilating, his head was spinning and it was pounding like there was no tomorrow.

He doesn't remember much after that. All he remembers was the annoying knocking at the door.

He remembers opening it and seeing a random salesperson there....

But after that, it's all a big black faze, and when he finally came to his senses....

He was covered in blood, and a bludgeoned corpse was sprawled across the kitchen floor.

Although he was panicking, Mingi knew that you could not find out about this.

So he quickly got to work and cleaned up all traces of blood and managed to get rid of the body with no one seeing him.

He was so confused about what happened and panicking about if you found out, that he didn't hear you come in the house until you literally stood in front of him.

He instantly got on his knees and hugged your waist.

"Baby I was so scared that you left me forever! Please I'm sorry I made you feel like I don't care about you, I do! I fucking love you so much, and I promise I'll try harder....

Just for you..."

You felt so bad seeing him, and truly you loved him and felt like it was a petty thing to get mad about.

You pulled him up and reassured him that you weren't mad anymore and that you were too much in love with him to leave.

Mingi felt so relieved. He couldn't even begin to fathom what would happen if he did lose you.

He'd probably go insane.

True to his word, Mingi did try harder to get rid of that habit of just following what you said like a little puppy, and would now start expressing himself more.

Now the problem was he went the complete opposite direction: now he seemed to question your every decision and it would lead to small tiny banters between you two.

One time you got tired of him making a fuss over the fact you were spending so much time with a classmate that it turned really ugly.

"We're working on a project Mingi! Nothing else!" You shouted at him.

"What do you need to be going to his house though and staying til late hours of the night? Why can't you two do it here?!"

"Because you end up distracting us both and throwing passive aggressive words to him." You were exhausted from all the screaming by now you were losing your patience.

"Are you sure it's not because you're just whoring yourself out with them?" He didn't mean for those words to come out...but they did.

And you didn't mean to get so angry to the point of slapping him, but you did and that's when it hit you that you went too far.

You both stood there stunned at what happened, Mingi more hurt than anything by your actions, while you felt ashamed of yourself.

You lifted your hand against the very person you were protecting at first.....and now you hated yourself for hurting him like his past bullies.

Ashamed and full of guilt, you turned away and began walking out.

"Wait no! Y/N please! It's ok! It was my fault! I shouldn't have said that! Please let's just work it out!"

"No Mingi! I can't! I..... I need a break."

Mingi's world came crumbling down when you said that. He went into a slight catatonic state as he watched you walk away.

Once he regained his senses, he ran after you, desperate to bring you back, running around aimlessly through the dark streets and alleys, calling out for you but you were nowhere to be seen.

"Get lost you dirty bastard." A passerby rudely shoved him out of the way.

In a matter of seconds, Mingi's eyes darkened, his fist clenched at his side as rage now coursed through his body.

He turned his head to look back at the stranger who was now walking away.

Smirking, Mingi pulled out the switchblade he was carrying in his pocket before creeping quietly to the man.

Someone had to pay the price and feel the wrath and despair he felt at losing his goddess......and he found them.

It had been roughly a month since you last saw Mingi and although you hated to admit it, you missed him. But you knew you had to stay away for his sake.

But things don't go as planned and you soon found out you were going to have to see him sooner than you thought...

Because you were now pregnant with his child and you had to let him know.

You were so nervous about telling him, your hand trembled as you opened the door to the apartment you used to share with Mingi.

You quietly stepped inside, too afraid to call out for him just yet.

But then you heard some weird noises coming from the bedroom, your heart somewhat dropping when you distinguished what sounded like moans and panting.

You could also make out Mingi's deep voice calling out your name.

Opening the door open, your hand flew to your mouth, semi-muffling your sharp gasp as you took in the scene of Mingi fucking some random girl with her face covered on the bed you two shared not too long ago.

"What the fuck Mingi?!" You exclaimed in utter disgust and betrayal.

"Y/N! I can explain!" All color drained from Mingi's face as he pulled himself out of the girl and quickly dressed himself.

You couldn't bear to stay there another moment, you just ran out of there once again.

But you didn't get far because Mingi swiftly caught up to you and enraptured you in his arms.

"Don't touch me! You're disgusting! You liar! You cheater!" You tossed and writhed around as you tried to escape his grasp, while Mingi tried to hold you still and trying to talk to you.

You felt an immense pain run through your stomach at that moment, your body becoming paralyzed as some weird and excruciating torment bursted in you.

Mingi noticed as well how you clutched your stomach and had difficulty breathing so he wasted no time in taking you to the hospital.

You woke up hours later, late at night, a nurse by your side and Mingi on the other, his hand holding onto yours as tears poured from his eyes.

"What happened?" You immediately asked, your hand instinctively going to your belly.

The nurse explained with sorrow how you had lost the baby, apologizing profusely to you, knowing you were probably in pain.

You went berserk when she told you that, first you denied it, then you began screaming while trying to pull off the IVs attached to you.

Mingi tried to calm you down, but instead he made things worse with his presence.

"This is all your fault! If it wasn't because of you, my baby would be alive!"

Those words cut Mingi deep inside, you killed him immediately with them.

Other nurses rushed in to calm you down as one of them pulled Mingi away for his protection and for yours.

You were numb for the next few days, refusing to see anyone and especially not Mingi, you gave strict orders not to let him in.

You were planning on never seeing him again.

The very day you were released from the hospital though, he was the first person you encountered while you were on your way home.

"Y/N?" He asked, startling you when he came out from the corner.

Your feet shifted slowly, almost losing balance on the small step on your front door.

"What are you doing here? I thought I made it clear I never wanted to see you." Not wanting to waste another minute, you quickly punched in your passcode.

"Y/N baby you don't mean that! I love you! And you love me!"

You let out a dry and haughty laugh at that.

"You? Love me? Is that why you were fucking some whore behind my back?"

"I swear she didn't mean anything! And I made her cover her face because I was thinking of you the entire time..."

You rolled your eyes at that, feeling absolutely disgusted.

"But then I realized she was to blame for everything and so I got rid of her so I can make you happy, forgive me and we could start again."

You halted your actions when he said that.

"Mingi...what do you mean you got rid of her?"

If his last words disturbed you, now you were absolutely horrified as he calmly told you how he mutilated her body and discarded her remains in a lake outside of the city.

You actually felt sick and nearly threw up right then and there.

"Mingi.....what..... you're insane! How could you-?"

Mingi couldn't understand why you were upset.

"Don't you see? I did it for you Y/N. Everything I've ever done is for you."

Now it dawned on you, the person you've ever loved was sick, extremely sick and needed help.

"Mingi.....don't come near me again....stay away....seriously..."

And once again another struggle between you two ensued, you wanting to run away while he held onto you for dear life.

"Stop Mingi! Let me go! I don't love you anymore!"

The spinning in his head started once again, his vision becoming hazy, he could hear his own heartbeat resonating in his ears, his hand shook violently as it reached for an all too familiar object he kept hidden in his pocket....

Everything turned dark and blinding....

But when he came back, there he was, staring in shock at your lifeless body, a fresh, clean cut running all across your neck, blood still spurting out and staining his hands.

"Oh my God! What have I done?!" Mingi cried out, wailing and screaming erratically at the thought that he had just murdered his soulmate with his own hands.

He couldn't bear the thought of living without you, he just couldn't....

And so he picked up the very tool he used to kill you and held up to his own neck....

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nashibirne · 3 years

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My Best Mistake

This is my first try of a Mike fic and I have to admit I haven't seen Hellraiser: Hellworld yet. So all I think to know about Mike is based on fics, gifs and pictures and maybe it's not that accurate but I hope you're gonna like it.

This one-shot was planned as pure smut and not much more but in the process of writing, it turned out to be something completely different. So Mike's not only managed to surprise my OFC but me too.

So here we go....

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Pairing: Mike x OFC

Summary: Girl meets boy at a bar and he doesn't come up to her expectations.

Warnings: Mentioning of death and sex...a tiny little bit of smut at the end

Unbeta'ed. All mistakes are mine. English is not my first language so please expect bad grammar and spelling

Tags: @hell1129-blog @lunedelorient @willkatfanfromasia @inlovewithhisblueeyes @mis-lil-red @agniavateira

I know he is my next mistake the moment I see him coming through the door. It's not his good looks that tell me he's trouble. Not his tall, muscular body, not the cool clothes -Jeans, plain white T-shirt, black leather jacket-, not this very handsome face with the outstanding blue eyes or the thick, dark curls that invite me to run my hands through his hair. It's the smirk, the smug expression, the sly smile, the cockiness he exudes from every pore. This guy is pure swagger, sex on legs...call it what you want, but I'm hooked on him on first sight and I hate the fact that I'm so attracted to such a player, by the bad boy sex appeal he oozes.

When he enters the bar a group of boys and girls, who are sitting in a corner with cosy sofas and lounge chairs placed around a large round table, start cheering and yelling his name.

MIKE

He greets the guys with fist bumps and winks at the girls. Some of them blush under his gaze but none of them seems to be his girlfriend. When he starts telling his friends something that seems to be a longer story -judging by all the giggling of the girls and the laughter of his mates a very funny one- the whole group hangs on his every word. It's obvious that he loves being the center of attention. He knows how good looking and attractive he is, he knows he's the leader of the pack and he wants every single person in this bar to know it too. The physical reaction of my body to him is ridiculous and pathetic. I call myself a feminist, an emancipated woman but I still want this himbo with the caveman aura with every fibre of my body. I know this is a bad idea, I've had my fair share of trouble with this kind of fuckboys. They think they're the greatest but the sex is usually bad and over much too soon and afterwards they treat you like some kind of slut when in fact they are the man whores.

I look at my mobile to check the time. Where the fuck is Emma. We said we'd meet here at 9, now it's almost 9:30 and she's nowhere to be seen. I text her. "Where are you?"

No reaction. I think about leaving but I decide to give her another 15 minutes. I can't help but watch Mike and his friends again. They seem to have a good time. Lots of fun, lots of alcohol. Two girls are making out passionately and the guys applaud and whistle enthusiastically. This is so cliché-ridden, I roll my eyes.

Mike is sitting on the back of one of the sofas, watching the spectacle with a big grin, taking a sip from a bottle of beer from time to time. After a while he starts scanning the room and that's when our eyes meet. His gaze holds mine and when he gives me a wink and a smirk I know he's interested.

I'm not surprised. I know I'm pretty in a conventional way. The all american girl, long blonde hair, lovely face, great boobs, nice ass. It's nothing I'm proud of because I haven't done anything to achieve it. It was given to me by mother nature or god or genetics or whatever and to be honest I consider my looks quite boring, ordinary and replaceable. There are dozens of girls that look exactly like me. But guys like Mikey over there, they like this average kind of beauty. It's exactly what they want and what they get. He's the jock and I'm the cheerleader. He's the hot college athlete and I'm the queen bee. He's the hunter and I'm the prey. I've played this game many times before and I'm sick of it. It's not what I want. I don't want the jocks anymore. I want a smart guy, an intellectual, a feminist, a sophisticated, grown-up man who's interested in politics, arts, books. But that's not what I get because these guys are interested in the girls with an unconventional beauty, with a remarkable style. They want extraordinary women, smart women, independent women. Not a random bimbo like me.

I flinch when my phone starts to vibrate in my hand. It's Emma calling. Her car broke down and now she's waiting for the breakdown service. She won't make it.

I take a deep breath and try to ignore the guy at the other end of the bar who's been seeking my attention since the moment I've arrived.

I need to pee. I get up and head to the restrooms and I know Mike is watching me. I give him a flirtatious smile when I pass him and his friends and I can feel his gaze on my backside, lingering on my butt and my long legs.

When I return he waits for me. He leans against the bar casually, right beside the barstool with my jacket on it, a lopsided smile on his pretty face.

I know I should grab my things and leave but I don't. There's something about the way he looks me up and down that turns me on. And there's something in his eyes that makes me wonder if I misjudged him. If I was being led on by my own prejudices.

I sit down and give him a quick look before I lower my eyes. That's the game. He's going to make the first move. Or at least he wants to be given the feeling that he is.

"Hi. I'm Mike." he says and I turn to him. His smile is bright and very confident.

I smile back and bat my long lashes. "Hi. I'm Sarah. Nice to meet you, Marc."

"No, it's Mike." he says, leaning in to make me understand him better. He's very close now. "Mike. Like in Magic Mike." he says with a smirk. His lips are amazing.

"Oh. I see." I giggle and I hate that I know how to play this game so damn well.

"So why is a beauty like you sitting at the bar in a place like this all on her own?"

"I was waiting for my friend, but her car broke down so she can't make it."

"So you need someone to keep you company, huh." Mike asks and he cocks his head looking at me like a lost puppy.

"Actually I was just about to leave." I say with a fake-shy smile.

"Great idea." He reaches into the pocket of his jacket, gets out some bills and places them on the bar beside my empty glass of beer. "Let's go." He takes my hand and tries to drag me from my chair. I can't help but laugh.

"This is crazy. I don't even know you. Why would I leave with you?"

"Because you need a good adventure and some fun. I can see the sadness in your eyes. I can take it away."

I'm speechless for a moment. How does he know this? There is this sadness deep inside of me but I'm sure it doesn't show in my eyes because no one has ever told me before. In all the time that's passed since my dad died nobody has realized that I'm still mourning.

"Come with me."

"You could be a serial killer." I say though I already know that I'm going to leave with him.

"I'm not. You can trust me."

Strangely enough that's exactly what I do.

"What about your friends?"

"They can do without me. And they're not really my friends." He shrugs.

"And what are they?"

"Just...people I know and hang out with." Mike says and it sounds like a question.

I hop off my chair and put on my jacket.

"Ok then...let's go."

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I hesitate when we're standing in front of his pick-up truck.

"What's wrong." Mike looks at me.

"What about 'Don't drink and drive'?" I say with a frown.

"Don't worry. I've only had lite beer. Alcohol-free."

I snort. "Guys like you don't drink lite beer."

"Guys like me?"

I don't know how to answer and just shrug.

"See, I don't know what you think to know about 'guys like me', but I lost my best friend to that kind of shit. He caused an accident when he was drunk and he and two other people died. So I don't drink when I drive." A sad look crosses his face for a split second.

"That's dreadful. I'm sorry."

Now Mike's the one who shrugs it off and I know now how he's detected my sadness. He hides just the same feelings.

"Hop on." He says grinning and I obey.

Minutes later we're heading down the freeway right into sunset.

"Where are we going?" I like his truck, it's surprisingly tidy and somehow cosy.

"I don't know. Where do you want to go?"

He gives me a smile and starts fumbling with the radio until some music starts playing. It's 'Promise me' by Badflower. God, I love this song. It makes me happy and sad at the same time.

"You said you can take away the sadness."

"You want me to make you happy?" His smirk is lewd and oh so sexy. I bite my lip.

"So this is just about sex?" I ask a little disappointed. "You took me away from the bar just for sex? We could have had that in the parking lot or in the restrooms."

Mike seems to be surprised. "You would have fucked me in the restrooms?"

I roll my eyes before turning away to stare out of the window.

"Hey, I was just teasing you. Don't be mad." He touches my arm gently and when I look at him he gives me those puppy dog eyes again and I can't help but laugh.

"So where are you taking me, Mike?"

"You really want to forget about that sadness?"

"What I want is peace of mind." I say with a deep sigh.

"Then I know just the perfect place." He smiles at me and gives my cheek a tender stroke before he hits the gas and we race into the night.

20 minutes later Mike turns off the freeway onto a small dirt road where he parks the truck. We get out of the car and I take a look around. We're in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by nothing but trees and darkness. I start doubting my sanity. Is this really a good idea? I have no clue where I am, actually no one besides Mike knows where I am, and I'm with a complete stranger plus I have no idea what he's up to. And yet I feel good. Reckless and excited. Maybe this is some kind of subconscious death wish. I hear Mike rustling on the backseat. He's stuffing something into a sports bag and I hope it's not his serial killer basic equipment.

"Come on, Sarah. Let's go." He takes my hand and I follow him though I know I shouldn't.

"Where are we? Where are we going, Mike?"

"Into the void." He answers without looking at me. Instead he gives my hand a tender squeeze and I get goosebumps all over my body.

A few minutes later we're standing in front of a large chain-link fence that's topped with barbed wire.

"What now?"

Mike grins at me and starts searching through the bag. He rakes out a large tool.

"Now we get in."

"Wait? Is that a bolt cutter?"

"Sure, or would you prefer to climb?"

"Mike, there's a big sign that says "No trespassing". We can't do this. What if we get caught?" I start to panic. "This is illegal."

Mike doesn't seem to be impressed by my objections. He starts cutting the fence calmly and skillfully and it dawns on me that he doesn't do this for the first time.

"Mike!" I tug on his jacket. "Stop it. This is insane. We're gonna get arrested."

He stops and turns around to face me.

"I'm already done. Don't worry, baby. I know who's the owner of the land. He's not in town. It's gonna be alright." He leans in and gives me a sweet kiss. No tongue. All I feel is his gorgeous lips and the heat that arises within me. It's a tender kiss. Gentle but also sexy. Innocent but yet promising.

He pulls away and smirks before he turns to the fence and holds the make-shift gate, that he has cut into it, open for me.

"Come on."

I hesitate but finally I squeeze through the hole. He shoulders the bag and follows me. After only a few minutes of walking down a beaten path we hear rustling sounds and footsteps.

"Stop! Whoever is there. Stop. Now!"

We stop in our tracks and Mike drags me down. We crouch behind a large bush and he lays his index finger on my lips to shush me.

Flashlight shines through the darkness and the footsteps come closer. I stare at Mike, scared and bewildered.

"You said the owner's not around." I whisper as quietly as possible.

"That's not the owner. It's security." Mike whispers back.

"Security? What the fuck, Mike... "

"I promised you adventure." He gives me a wink and I wonder how he manages to stay so calm when we're just about to get arrested or worse.

"Who's there? This is private property. Get out."

The voice is close now.

Mike takes my hand and brings his mouth close to my ear. "Get up and run." he whispers. "On three." I have no time to contradict.

He squeezes my hand. One. Two. Three.

We get up and start to run. Into the forest. Into the darkness. Into our adventure.

"Hey!" Security guy yells at us and we can hear that he's trying to follow us but we're too fast for him. We run like a bat out of hell, pushing through the undergrowth. After a few minutes, when we're sure that we've shaken off our pursuer, we stop and lean against a large tree, panting and completely out of breath. I haven't felt so alive in years.

We look at each other and we burst out laughing frantically.

"You're fast for a girl." Mike says, still laughing.

"College track- and field team. I'm fast and strong. Is that a problem?" I say with a big grin.

"No. I like strong women." He gives me a wink.

I flinch when I hear a branch break behind us. "Do you think he will keep looking for us?"

Mike shakes his head. "Nope. He doesn't get paid enough to make such kind of extra efforts. He's already back on his perch, watching porn on his cell, eating donuts and drinking beer. Believe me."

I cock my head and look at him with a frown. "How can you be so sure?"

Mike wiggles his eyebrows but I get no answer.

"Come on. It's still a few minutes to go."

The few minutes turn out to be at least half an hour. I'm just about to complain when we reach a big glade and suddenly we have a clear view of a big, dark lake that is surrounded by the woods from three sides. The clearing we've just reached is the only way to approach this beautiful stretch of water. Moonlight illuminates the dreamlike scene. I'm amazed.

"Wow. This is fantastic."

Mike just smiles at me and starts to flatten out a large blanket that must have been in his bag.

"Come. Sit with me."

I plop down right beside him. My arms wrapped around my knees I stare at the smooth surface of the dark waters. It calms me down immediately. Mike sits beside me, his long legs stretched out. We don't speak and we are surrounded by complete silence. There are no sounds. No traffic noise, no birds twittering, no wind that rustles through the trees. Only our soft breathing that soothes me even further. This is the kind of peace I've been looking for for so long. I lay down on my back and look at the sky. There are no clouds but what seems to be a million stars. We're literally lying under the Milky Way.

"This is beyond beautiful." I whisper after a while. Mike lays down beside me. He takes my hand but he keeps looking at the starlit sky.

"I know. It's my secret place. I go here often when my thoughts get too loud. It calms me down. That's why I thought it might give you some peace of mind."

"It does." I turn to look at him. "So who's the owner?"

He gives me a cheeky smile. "My father."

"Are you kidding me?" I start laughing.

"No. He's a lumber merchant, owns a lumber mill and a lot of land. These woods are his assets."

"Then why the fuck did we have to creep through a hole in the fence and run away from the security guy?" I shake my head in disbelief.

"Well, let's just say we don't get along so well lately."

"What happened?"

"I threw a huge party in one of his cabins in the woods. It got a little out of hand and ended with a forest fire, a report to the police and lots of trouble."

"Oh shit."

"Yeah." Mike starts laughing. "Biggest pile of shit I've ever caused. So now I have to sneak in to visit my favorite places. And this lake is the best of all."

"Yes. It's beautiful. So dark and enchanted somehow but not frightening. It's simply..."

"Romantic?" Mike looks me in the eyes and butterflies start flapping their wings in my belly.

"Yes." Is all I'm able to whisper.

Mike clears his throat and recites a poem I've never heard before.

"Along the shore the cloud waves break,

The twin suns sink beneath the lake,

The shadows lengthen

In Carcosa.

Strange is the night where black stars rise,

And strange moons circle through the skies,

But stranger still is

Lost Carcosa.

Songs that the Hyades shall sing,

Where flap the tatters of the King,

Must die unheard in

Dim Carcosa.

Song of my soul, my voice is dead;

Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed

Shall dry and die in

Lost Carcosa."

"This is beautiful." I say surprised. "What's it called?"

"It's from the book 'The King in Yellow" by Robert W. Chambers. The poem's called "Cassilda's Song""

"You're interested in literature and poetry?" I've really misjudged this guy.

"Well, to be honest, this place from the poem -Carcosa- it's mentioned in 'True Detective'. The TV show. You know it?"

"No, I don't." I shake my head.

"Really? It's a must-see. Matthew Mc Conaughey, Woody Harrelson. We can binge it tomorrow at my place. If you want to."

"Sure."

"Well, anyway...I was kind of fascinated by this Carcosa thing and I looked it up on google and I found out about Chamber's book and then I read it and I really love it because it so morbid and dark and beautiful and especially Cassilda's Song reminds me of this place so much. This is my Carcosa. Dark, lost and strange but peaceful and soothing at the same time. It's good and bad, dark and light, sadness and joy. Like me."

His voice is barely a whisper now and I suddenly have a lump in my throat. The sadness in his eyes is killing me and I can see that he's close to tears.

I smile at him and touch his cheek. He turns to me and we kiss. Long, slow kisses. Sloppy. Sexy. Sensual. Intense. When we make love later that night on that itchy blanket under a sky full of stars, I know I've been wrong. When I scratch my nails into his back when he makes me come, when he sighs my name when he gets off, when we talk for hours afterwards, cuddled up to each other, waiting for the sunrise, making plans for the new day, I know he's the best mistake I've ever made.

#henry cavill #cavillry #henry cavill fanfic #mike hellraiser #mike x ofc #mike hellraiser x ofc

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cleverhideoutchild · 3 years

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Why hello! This is my scenario and dialogue prompts list.

If you want, you can give me a maximum of 3 prompts. Then give me a character or two from either of the three fandoms I'm writing for, and then a genre. I'll see what I can do.

I might add more prompts later. I got most of this from google btw, the last section are purely my ideas. If anyone want to use it go ahead and reblog it.

You can clearly see that most of my ideas are for angst fanfics-

Request : Closed

Before requesting, please read the rules.

Masterlist

Dialogue Prompts

"That was my favourite cup.”

“Is there a problem here, gentlemen?”

“What on earth happened in here?”

“You’ve caught me at a really bad time.”

“Hang on. Where’s the baby?”

“What have you done now?”

“You’ll never guess what (character name) told me last night.”

“Ma’am, I’m afraid I’ve got some bad news. Please, sit down.”

“How – how did you find me?”

“Excuse me. Excuse me! Yes, you. You’re sitting in my seat.”

“I don’t think it can be repaired.”

“Ouch, that must’ve hurt.”

“Quick! It’s going to explode!”

“Well, this is new.”

“Let’s hear your side of the story.”

“I don’t know what happened, officer.”

“There’s blood everywhere.”

“Right, who’s drawn the short straw this time?”

“I don’t even hate you. That would imply I cared.”

“There’s no point running.”

“How are you feeling today? A little better, hmm?”

“This is going to be way harder than we thought.”

“Was that a scream?”

“Do you ever hear noises in the night? Like scratching in the walls?”

“Don’t move.”

“I’m your biggest fan!”

“I love you! No time to explain – gotta go.”

“When did you last see him? Think! This is important!”

“Oh man, I’ve had the worst day ever.”

“This isn’t what it looks like, I swear! Okay… it’s kind of what it looks like, but just give me a chance to explain.”

"I hate you sometimes."

"What are you? Some kind of weirdo?"

"Get out."

"I love you."

"Where the heck did you come from?"

"Oh, my hero."

"Can you hug me tight, please?"

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“That’s the first time I’ve heard anyone call it that.”

“Woah, back up. You’re losing me.”

“Stop yelling!”

“Well, that’s not a very nice way of putting it. But yes, I suppose you’re right.”

“Okay, I think we do need to call an ambulance.”

“Oh my gosh, are you sure? Like, sure sure?”

“You must have misheard me.”

“Actually, I think this is the wrong way…”

“It’s taken me fifty years to get here. I’m sure as hell not giving up now!”

“Believe me, my dear, no-one regrets this more than I do.”

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to talk to strangers?”

“Don’t worry. I hated that wallpaper, anyway.”

“No. Hell, no. Absolutely not.”

“If you could just set it down – very slowly – and then back away.”

“I’ve never actually liked chocolate.”

“I find it very hard to believe that, I’m afraid.”

“That’s a very … bold … thing to say.”

“And you can’t think of any other reason?”

“Shut up.”

“I’m going to give you five seconds to take that back.”

“You’re wrong. That’s not what happened at all.”

“Hey. Look at me.”

“Apologise. Right now.”

“I’m sorry. That sounds awful.”

“Do you maybe think, in retrospect, that this was a terrible idea?”

“Good. I meant it to hurt.”

“That’s not very nice.”

“So hang on, let me get this straight.”

“Actually, I think you’d find that most people have a pretty massive problem with that"

"A horrible decision, really."

"How do I even manage to ended up with you."

"So... You still like me, right?"

"Words can not describe how much I love you."

"I love you too, silly/dummy/idiot."

"Damnit!"

"I'll be your saviour!"

“You know… you really don’t have to.”

“When she looked back at me, I thought, in that moment, that everything could be okay.”

“Did you really think you’d get a second chance?”

“Ugh! It’s like I’m cursed or something!”

“Hey, stupid. He likes you.”

“Hmm. well, I guess that’s broken.”

“… Do you think it’s dead?”

“He was right! We have to apologize!”

“I’ll never be able to look at roses the same way again…”

“No… We’ll never make it in time. We’re too late.”

“Whatever you do, don’t press that button!”

“Don’t you worry about a thing! I’m a pro at this.”

“I like her. Like, I really like her. But… She scares me a little.”

“Okay, that’s… a fun… idea. But here’s another idea! How about… we don’t do that.”

“You need to stop. People are going to think you’re weird or something.”

“What he don’t know… won’t hurt him. You can keep a secret, can’t you?”

“Sir… I don’t understand. Why are you doing this?”

“What makes her so special? What does she have that I don’t?”

“I don’t want to ask them! You go ask them!”

“Sometimes, life deals you a bad hand, but just like with poker, you can still play your cards right and win.”

“Wait, you can hear me?”

“We have to hurry. They’re coming!”

“Hey… We need to talk. Can you come down? Please…?”

“I have to say… You look different in person.”

“But… I thought you were dead.”

“You are no longer useful to me.”

“It’s time for you to repay that debt you owe me.”

"Shut up."

"Please stay."

"Time/Life/Luck/Fate is against us."

"Why is there blood everywhere??"

"Stop talking won't ya."

"Go ahead and sleep, I'll follow you soon enough."

"There's blood on you!"

"I'll see you soon, love."

"I'll always love every version of you."

"The sunset/sunrise/stars/moon is beautiful, arent they?"

"I'll always find you. Again. And again."

"I'll wait for you 'till the end of time."

"Don't go..."

"I love you- believe it or not."

"I love you, and nobody can change that. Not even you."

"I'll hold you 'till you fade away from me."

"Look, lanterns!"

"Trust me."

"Why?"

"Do you even love me?"

"Goodbye, love."

"In another life, perhaps."

"Remember to come back."

"I promise."

"You liar."

"I don't even know who you are/I am anymore."

"I see... You've changed."

"Geez, who hurt you?"

"Hug/catch me!"

"Would you like to hear a little tune/song/story?"

"The thunder won't hurt you, don't worry."

"I'm here."

"Please don't take them away from me..."

"Did you kill someone again?"

"Don't make me mad."

"Happy birthday/anniversary/(other holidays)."

"I'm sad, and you're laughing. Really?"

"Wake me when the cat can talk."

"Why are you staring?"

"What are you looking at?"

"Nothing, you're just really pretty."

"I'm looking at my future."

"Will you wait for me?

"Babe put the weapon down, I got good news for you!"

"Let me love you."

Scenario Prompts

'A and B are lovers in every timeline, but B kept dying in each one of them. Everytime they both got reincarnated and met each other, A got their past memories back and will try to prevent B from dying again. But each time they somehow manage to fail.'

'In this world, everyone is given a specific scent. Including A and B. Every morning they wake up, they smell their soulmate's scent. Everyday they tries to distinguish each scent just incase their soulmate is there.'

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