#karson writes things sometimes

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do you ever just

at your own writing

#because i’m so *keyboard smash* about it rn #this character is thinking about kissing another character and he’s just like: #it would be so easy. so effortless. #i’m gonna pass out #writing #karson writes things sometimes #userkarson

[adorecline]

Love Languages {KarJenner Series}

Summary: The love languages of the KarJenner women.

if you saw me accidentally post this earlier...no you didn't.

i do not give anyone permission to copy or repost my work on here or any other websites. no translations either. likes and reblogs are always greatly appreciated.

KARSON KARDASHIAN - Physical Touch

Karson is extremely touchy with Alexa. She always has her hands on her.

It's not always in a sexual way though. Karson loves to hold hands, hug, cuddle, etc. with Alexa.

On the show, Karson can always be seen holding Alexa's hands or she has her arm around her shoulder or they're cuddling on the couch, or sometimes Karson will even just pull Alexa into her lap at the table.

Alexa loves it and thinks it's really cute.

Although, sometimes it is sexual.

Like after one of Karson's concerts or if one of them has been away for a while then Karson has her hands on her all night long ;)

Physical touch is just how Karson shows Alexa affection and how much she loves her.

KADENCE KARDASHIAN - Words of Affirmation

Kadence's way of loving is definitely words of affirmation.

She is constantly complimenting Vanessa, leaving her little love notes, and just professing her love to her.

And of course, Kadence is a songwriter so she's always writing songs for Vanessa. Even just cute little joke-y ones that are just for Vanessa to hear.

Sometimes when she's away on tour, during sound check, she'll make up little love songs for Vanessa and record and send them to her.

It makes Vanessa blush which she finds extremely cute.

Kadence has a way with words and she loves to put it to use by spoiling Vanessa with compliments.

KENNEDY JENNER - Quality Time

Kennedy loves spending time with Kaia and just being together.

Both her and Kaia are busy very frequently so sometimes they can go weeks without seeing each other.

To make up for it, Kennedy loves to just spend quality time together either laying in bed and admiring each other, going out, or even being with her family or Kaia's family.

They don't have to talk or anything. Just being in each other's presence is enough for them after being away for so long.

Kennedy and Kaia's favorite thing to do is just lay in bed in each other's arms all day after weeks of working.

KAMRYN JENNER - Acts of Service

Kamryn loves to do things for Olivia to show her love. Even little things like making her coffee/tea in the morning or helping her unpack after being away from home.

It's a bunch of little ( or even big ) things that Kamryn does to show Olivia that she cares.

Sometimes Kamryn can struggle with words to show affection so doing kind things is how she's always showed it.

Some other things Kamryn will do for Olivia is make her her favorite dinner, run an errand for her, offer to help wash her hair ( in a nonsexual way), or when they both have free days she'll take Olivia out for a day to do what she wants.

#widowswrld #celebrities #x reader #kardashian!reader #karjenner!reader #olivia dejonge #alexa demie #vanessa hudgens #kaia gerber #kardashians #jenner!reader #jenners

[hpowellsmith]

hihi! ive gotten really enamoured by confessions of love and just soft words in general, could i ask when in the relationship would the creme de la creme ros tell mc they love them and also how they would say it? please and thank you!

Hello, thank you for this cute ask! Disclaimer that if anyone has different headcanons please feel free to use them - I don't want my musings to get in the way of people's own ideas ✨

Hartmann would be a little bit cautious about expressing it because they find it hard to loosen up, so I could see them saying it when they were very sleepy or otherwise feeling unguarded. I think they might have ideas along the lines of "saying it too often devalues it" and would be delighted to realise that that's not true.

Max would say it in a casual way out of nowhere, and would probably be like "haven't I said it before? I swear I did, but if I didn't I've been thinking it".

Freddie would say it in a moment of exuberance! If they were excited about something, seeing the MC for the first time in a while, hanging out on a special occasion, etc. Probably not after very long as long if their relationship is strong.

I could see Delacroix writing it in a letter or a note with a gift. They'd want to make sure it was perfect and sometimes they don't trust their expressiveness about important things. I think it might be a while before they said it.

Karson would say it in an emotional moment, especially if they were upset about something and the MC was comforting them.

Auguste would say it in a super formal way, probably in some choreographed setting. I'm thinking like, some fireworks in the MC's favourite colour and then saying it just when they burst.

Rosario would say it quite early on when they and the MC were having a cute close moment, or if the MC needed comforting about something.

I'm not sure if Florin would...? But they would express feeling closer with the MC through giving them nice stuff (not just something expensive but generic) and being generous with them physically.

Blaise would say it in a fit of pique at some point to make a point in a debate. And then admit that they'd been thinking about saying it but hadn't worked up the nerve.

#choice of games #interactive fiction #crème de la crème #creme de la creme #asks

[lemonade-baby]

So I spent all day writing a quick fic of the boys in the black room and it was originally really light hearted and was supposed to have some comedy, but then it got real sad as I tried to figure out how the fuck to describe... uh... nothing, so.... yeah. Here ya go.

You know that feeling you get in your stomach when something semi-bad happens and you know it’s gonna come back to haunt you, so you try to distract yourself to the point that you almost forget about, but you’re still unsettled deep down inside? That’s the feeling Alex got when he ate that hotdog.  

Sudden floatation had always been one of those things Reggie thought about at night while he laid in bed, staring up at the glow-in-the-dark stars Bobby stuck there in freshman year. It wasn’t as cool as he’d thought it would be, especially when he saw his own body on the gurney. It was not a sight he’d recommend to anyone.

Luke didn’t remember too much about dying, except that being the second one sucks major ass. He hadn’t been paying complete attention honestly, he’d pretty much zoned out when his eyes met the poster on the wall. Someone had already rushed to his friends aide, leaving him sickly and pale by himself in the middle of the alley.

“What the-” Reggie was holding his head when he woke up. All there was was black, and darkness, and loneliness.  

“Reg? Reggie? You’re awake?” Alex was sitting on the ground, or what felt like ground, holding his knees up to his chest. Alex scrambled to his knees and did one of those half crawls towards Reggie. Luke turned around, he’d been trying to find the end to this endless void, but both doubted he would be able to. No matter how far he walked, he didn’t move anywhere.  

“Where are we?” Reggie groaned, pushing himself up.  

“Let me paint you a picture...” Luke slung his arm around Reggie’s shoulder and put his hand out in front of them, before whispering, “dead.”

“Okay...” Alex mumbled. “How do you know we’re dead? Maybe... maybe this is just some type of weird collective dream.” Reggie pushed free and pointed towards Luke with both pointer fingers. This was followed by a smack on Reggie’s hand, and he pulled them back.

“Hey! Okay yeah, maybe we’re dead...” Reggie cleared his throat and looked around. Nothing but them and the endless nothing. It would've been peaceful if not for the knowledge of their deaths.

Oh man. Oh God. This sucks. Luke’s mind raced and he closed his eyes for a moment and took a breath, or what felt like a breath. Could ghosts breath? Probably not.

What about his parents? Or his friends? What about Bobby? What would happen to them?  

“Luke! Alex is crying!” Reggie called out, pulling Luke from his thought. “What?” He asked as he turned, sure enough to find Alex still on the ground, roughly wiping his face with his shirt. “You okay?” He murmured, and Alex show him a look that could've killed if they weren’t already dead. There was too much panicking going on his brain to allow him to stand up, so he stayed seated.

“No! Luke! I’m not okay... we’re dead!” Alex grumbled, and Reggie brought his head back in surprise. He’d never heard any of the boy's yell at one of the others like that. Eternal nothingness was gonna suck, he could already feel it.

“You guys think we’re in hell?” Reggie interrupted them, attempting to alleviate the situation. The one thing he’d learned in all the years of dealing with his parents was comedy, when he would entertain his little brother Quinn as the fights and the yelling scaled the walls and crept into Reggie's 2nd floor bedroom. But they’d hide under the covers, occasionally joined by his older brother, Karson, and laugh and tell stories and attempt to ease the 10-year-olds nerves.

“It’s definitely not hell Reg-” “Yeah, my parents always said Hell was like... fire and brimstone...” Alex’s lip trembled as he tried to hold back more tears.

“Well, your parents are a-” “Okay!” Reggie cut Luke off before he said something he’d later regret, “maybe it’s not hell. How long we been here anyway?” “Like a half hour dude, chill out.”

Reggie snapped his fingers, “Maybe it’s a waiting room! Like we’re not dead yet! Limbo!” Reggie spent a lot of time reading theories about what happened after death while they were alive, and Alex was sure they’d be hearing about it for however long they’d be together. He loved his boys but damn, they could be annoying. He was just trying to cry in peace.

“Reggie-” Luke turned abruptly. Deep down, he knew Reggie was just trying to help, but now really wasn’t a good time.

Deep down, they were all just scared teenagers. Luke had never wanted to go home so much. He wanted to run to his mom and hold her and apologize for running out on her. He wanted to grab ahold and not let go, like a child on the first day of kindergarten, clinging to his mom's ankles and begging to stay with him for a little while longer. God knows what would happen to them. How would they react? Their only son killed by a hot dog of everything.  

Reggie couldn’t stop thinking about his brothers, and how hard it would be for Quinn now. Mom and dad were on the brink of splitting, and whatever happened after this was certainly going to make or break their marriage. Karson was in his Sophomore year of college in New York, which left Quinn on his own. Secretly, Reggie had wished his parents spilt before Quinn was old enough to remember the fighting, then he’d be okay with two houses and being on his own sometimes. He’d never been without one of his brothers during a fight before, and he’d probably crawl under the covers and wait for Reggie to come save him from the screams. But Reggie wouldn’t be there to this time.

And Alex, who hadn’t said all that much since Reggie woke up, sniffled to himself and twisted the bracelet on his wrist around in circles. After everything went down at home when he came out, he’d stopped talking to his parents much. They’d put up with the incessant banging of drums, and him skipping out on church. Alex put up with the “Eleanor from church has a daughter you’d like” and the quiet yet deafening whispers he’d catch from his parents before he walked in the room. Even now, they were still his parents and the instinct to reach out for reassurance was overwhelming.

“I’m sorry you guys...” Luke turned, tears welled in his eyes, but he wouldn’t let his friends see them fall. “I- I fucked up.”

“It’s not your fault Luke-” Reggie brought in a shaky, “We’ve eaten there so many times. How were you supposed to know it’d kill us this time around.” Again, Reggie tried to lighten the mood, a stark irony while in this empty, dark void.

Alex broke down again, he was an ugly crier. Luke reached out and awkwardly patted his head, yet it did nothing to soothe him.  

Take Off

Last Stop

Count down ‘till we blast open the top

A familiar tune played faintly, drawing their attention. “Is that-” “Our song! Guys I told you we weren’t dead!” Reggie pumped his fists as Alex finally pushed himself to his feet.

“okay...”

Luke gripped at his chest. It felt like a vacuum had attached itself to him and was trying to suck out his spectral internal organs. “Dude? You okay?” Alex attempted to ask, but he soon found himself doubled over in the same pain. Reggie too.

Then, just like that, Luke was gone, and a very distant, and familiar, scream could be heard. Alex too, and then Reggie, all three sucked into, well, wherever. 

It took a moment for Luke’s eyes to readjust to light as he stared up at the ceiling and gripped his side.  

“Woah, how’d we get back here.”

#julie and the phantoms #luke patterson #reggie peters #alex mercer #I literally spent all day on this and cried when I wrote one of Reggies paragraphs #its honestly kinda shit #and YES i believe that reggie has two brothers and i will defend it with my life #Elise writes

[lesbian-yue]

i’ve gained some followers the past couple days and i’ve had this account for a few years without any growth (bc i really only started making my own posts recently how embarrassing i really thot nobody would care about what i have to say hehe) so i’ve never really properly introduced myself so i’m gonna do that now

• my name is karson

• i’m 20 years old

• i’m autistic

• i’m non-binary and a lesbian i know i know pick a struggle babe...

• i’m fully hyperfixated on atla and tlok rn but i’ve also been hyperfixated on lotr since i was old enough to remember things (my dad put me on so early i cant remember a time where i didn’t know about lotr)

• i’m not particularly interesting

• i just started learning how to draw a month ago so sometimes i will post my shitty art

• and maybe one day i will post a fic bc i love to write but i’m very shy about it and also i have adhd so staying on task is a nightmare ❤️

#literally nobody asked #stfu karson #mine

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i’m currently trying to write a scene of a character coming out as trans to his older brother and i’m legit sobbing so hard i can’t even write it

(cw this if for the harry potter fandom I’M SORRY i just love these characters so much but please understand that i hate jkr with my entire being)

Ron carefully took the gift with one hand— the other staying wrapped around his big brother’s arm. He set it on his lap then unwrapped the cloth. He stared down at the hair clip, tears quickly filling his eyes again. “Thank you.” His voice shook and he knew it didn’t sound genuine.

“You don’t like it?”

Ron’s free hand smacked up to his eyes to cover them. “It’s not that,” he sobbed. He tried to take calming breaths, but it was becoming harder to breathe— harder to stay quiet. “Everything feels wrong. All the time.”

it’s okay ron, i am sobbing right along with you

#literally a line i said to my mother #but then she called me stupid for feeing that way and i still haven’t come out to her #and it’s been eight years lmao #he’s talking to bill and bill isn’t going to call him stupid #trans ron weasley #i just discovered him today but he’s so so personal to me now #lowkey feel like i’m betraying my community by writing for hp but also i can do what i want yk #i haven’t supported that woman monetarily in years #how the hell do i organize tag this not as a character’s name lol #wizarding world #that ig #ron weasley #tw jkr #fuck jkr #ah the curse of loving something what was created by a horrible person #userkarson #karson writes things sometimes #wtdmtn update

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another idea dump because why the hell not, yk

this is entirely @ariesbilly’s fault, i saw their post and couldn’t stop thinking about this

(once again i’m not figuring out the canon timeline and what has/hasn’t happened. i’ll do that if i ever actually write this — also i’ve never run away from home so idk how accurate this is but you know what it’s fandom so sue me)

- billy graduates high school with a small sum of money he had managed to keep from his father (doing odd jobs for people and picking up extra shifts his father wouldn’t know about when taking his money for “being expensive to raise”)

- he leaves in the middle of the night with only his clothes and a few things he couldn’t bear to part with. he had stood in max’s doorway for five minutes trying to decide if he wanted to say goodbye. ultimately, he couldn’t do it

- he survives by staying at cheap, sketchy motels and doing odd jobs for people he meets

- he sells his car then gets a new one about a month into his journey so his father can’t use it to track him. he wasn’t sure if he was but he didn’t want to chance it

- his destination? california (he remembers his mother telling him she would never be able to leave that state, he was holding onto hope that was still true)

- it takes him six months to get there

- he finds the cheapest apartment he can and instantly starts looking for stable work

- it’s a few more months before he gets the chance to ask around about his mother

- he doesn’t know how to feel about how easy it is to get information to find her. she had remarried. had kids from her new husband’s previous marriage and a few they had together

- everyone he talked to about her only had good things to say. if asked he said he was the kid of an old family friend

- he had found her. found out where she lived. where she worked. where her husband worked even. but for some reason he can’t get himself to go to any of those places to talk to her. to confront her

- eventually she comes to his place of work, wanting to know who this kid asking about her is. she recognizes him instantly and billy once again doesn’t know how to feel about that

- he takes his lunch break then they go to a diner a few blocks away

(my phone crashed while i was writing this so excuse me if the dialogue isn’t that good — it never is my second time writing it)

- it’s silent between them until after the waitress brings their drinks then takes their food orders

- billy looks up at his mother, a million questions running through his mind. he isn’t even able to pick one to ask before she is speaking, “billy, you have to stop this.”

- it takes him a good ten seconds to form the words, “stop what?”

- “stop asking questions about me. stop trying to come back into my life.”

- he slams a fist onto the table, "i am your son! and you're trying to push me away? again!"

- "push you away?"

- "you left me. abandoned me with that abusive excuse of a father. why? to start a new family? one that isn't broken?" his mother stayed quiet. "did you even try to see me after i begged you to come back?"

- “by the time i did, your father said you didn’t want to see me.”

- “and you believed that?”

- “billy, please. people are staring.”

- “i don’t fucking care! how could you say that to me? how could you leave me there? and now, how can you just sit there and reject me?” his last question was quieter than the rest. his gaze fell down to the table, he couldn’t look at her any longer

- “i’m sorry but i moved on years ago and you should do the same. we’re better off apart.”

- billy didn’t even know how to comprehend her words. he had dreamed about this day since she left. them reuniting and fixing their relationship. it would take time but never once did he think she would kick him out of her life for good. he slowly looked back up to her. he could see it in her eyes that she didn’t want to see him

- “fine.” he gets up, blazing past the waitress coming back with their food. his mother doesn’t even try to stop him, doesn’t even call out his name

- he doesn’t make it back to work that day

- he does make it home, despite the tears streaming down his face. he doesn’t fully remember the drive or even getting up to his apartment. but there he is, standing in the middle of the tiny living room with fucking tears streaming down his face

- why didn’t either of his parents love him? why was it such a crazy thing to want from the people who brought you into the world?

- he feels so numb

- and a few days later he would decide to move on like she told him to. he would accept the closure and work on starting a new chapter of his own

- but for now he was standing in that room, clutching the phone because all he wanted to do was call her but he couldn’t risk him answering the the phone. and would she even want to hear from him?

#tw child neglect #tw rejection #tw child abuse #i started writing this at work #then finished it when i woke up at five in the morning #casually breaking my own damn heart #he wants to call max at the end #because i’m a sucker for their relationship being better than people think it is #in times of despair he just wants to talk to his sister #billy hargrove #max mayfield #neil hargrove #billy’s mom #stranger things #karson writes things sometimes #userkarson

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facing my fear of sharing my writing real quick 🫡

note: idk the exact timeline for this fic yet . i’ll worry about that if i ever actually write it . also *insert i hate jkr statement* but as a trans man i feel that should go unsaid

Draco was trying, and failing, to remain focused on his book when he felt someone sit next to him. He still didn’t feel like he belonged in this house so he was keeping to himself. “You seem to have something on your mind.”

“Sorry?” he asked as his attention moved from the book to the man who spoke to him.

“You haven’t turned a page in over ten minutes. And you’re usually quite the fast reader.”

“Oh.” Draco glanced at the page number then carefully shut the book. He shifted his body to be more comfortable— he hadn’t noticed when his back started hurting because of his position. He gave his former teacher his full attention. “Observant are we?”

“When you’ve experienced the things I have, you learn to be.” Draco nodded in silent agreement— he did know. “So, what’s got you distracted from a good book?”

“Normal angsty teenage things.”

“Care to share?”

Draco made a face. “I hardly believe you care about this sort of thing.”

“I was an angsty teenager once. An outside perspective might be helpful, try me.”

“It’s about my love life.” Or more accurately his lack of one.

“Ah. Not sure I can help, but give it a shot.”

Draco paused for a moment, deciding if he should say anything. “How do I get rid of this stupid pull I feel towards him?”

Remus let out a soft laugh— like he knew what Draco wasn’t saying. “I fear it’s in your genetics, Draco. You can’t get rid of that.”

“What?”

“You aren’t the first Black to fall in love with a Potter. You’re not even the second.” Draco opened his mouth to protest— to say he wasn’t in love with Harry. But stopped when Remus gave him a pointed look. “I am all too familiar with the look of love on a member of the Black family.” Draco followed the man’s gaze to Sirius— who was waving his arms around as he said something to one of the Weasleys. Draco couldn’t tell which one from this distance.

“Is it worth it?” He felt a sudden urge to cry. An urge to say never mind, he didn’t want to know the answer.

“Is what worth it?” Remus asked as they made eye contact with each other again.

He thought about not elaborating. Just walking away. “Falling in love with a Black?”

“Every second.”

#‘fear of sharing my writing’ he says as he shares it all the time #BUT i have soooo much that never sees the light of day #i have written at least 300 words every day for almost a year and have shared barely any of it #anywho! #that last line makes me adjdlausvdk #i think this is the longest piece i’ve shared in a while #it originally started with Remus laughing but then i decided the beginning needed more context and it got longer #draco is essentially asking if he’s worth loving any i hate it here but i only have myself to blame #drarry #draco malfoy #harry potter #remus lupin #hinted jegulus #and by hinted i mean blatantly obvious #wizarding world #userkarson #karson writes things sometimes

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note: all you need to know before reading this is billy survived starcourt and some years later he lives in oregon with at least steve and max. and i know nothing of agriculture, so just go with it okay

note 2.0: this is a first draft i wrote on my phone and it was read by my sister so any mistakes are her fault not mine

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Steve had made this drive about a hundred times. They never made it to their destination— the closest they got was five miles. Steve would drive in silence other than the radio until Billy told him to turn around.

Then he would do just that and head back home. Steve never pressured him to talk about why they never made it. Never complained about the wasted money. They would get home and Steve would wait for Billy to come to him for comfort. Sometimes it would only be a few hours— the longest was three days.

Billy didn’t like breaking down in front of him— he understood that. If he wanted to talk, he would.

Steve didn’t need the map anymore— he had the route memorized. But Billy sat in the passenger seat with it open anyway.

The camaro roared under his grip, the sound of the tires on the highway keeping him better company than the man next to him. But he never held that against him. He had brought Robin along a total of one time before deciding to never have more than the two of them in the car. Max begged to come many times but Billy refused to allow it.

With each passing sign, Steve braced himself for the signal. But this time, it never came. The last five miles of the journey was new, but he still didn’t need directions. Two more miles then he turned down a long dirt road. He was still waiting for the signal as they drove down the road— the dirt louder than the pavement they had been on for the past give or take twelve hours.

They passed three mailboxes before the one he was looking for came into view. It was painted blue with four numbers in black. Once closer Steve noted it had little doodles of beachy things as well. “9-3-0-1?” His voice came out almost a whisper.

Billy repeated the number sequence as Steve made the turn. The house was big and such a light shade of yellow it looked almost white. The door was painted the same shade of blue as the mailbox. “I changed my mind, turn around.” He sounded panicked, but it was too late.

As Steve drove down the driveway, a girl that looked to be about three years old tugged on the pant leg of an older gentleman that looked distracted on the porch. The girl ran into the house as Steve put the car in park. “Wait in the car. I’ll say we got lost.”

“Can I help you, young man?” the man asked as Steve stepped out of the car with the map in hand.

“Yeah, sorry,” Steve said giving his signature shy smile. “My friend and I took a wrong turn somewhere and can’t agree on where we are.” He held up the map and the man seemed to relax a little.

“Let me take a look for you.” The man spread the map over the rickety table he had been looking at prior to Steve interrupting. “Let’s see. You’re…” His finger hovered over the map for a few seconds then it slammed down dramatically. “Here.” He turned to Steve. “Where you headed?”

Fuck. Steve hadn’t thought that far ahead. He opened his mouth with a hope something not stupid would come out of it. But the sound of the front door banging open caused them both to startle.

He had seen an old photo of her. But he didn’t need the reference to know who this woman was. The resemblance to Billy smacked him in the face.

“Christ woman, are you trying to send me to an early grave?”

She ignored the man for Steve. She looked from him to the car— her face a little pale and her eyes like she’d just seen a ghost. “Who are you? Who’s in the car?” Her eyes moved back to him.

Steve couldn’t speak, couldn’t even move his gaze away from her blue eyes. The same ones he looked at every day.

“Just some lost travelers, honey. I’m handling it.”

“It can’t be.”

Steve cursed himself as his brain tried to think of a way out of this. “I’m Steve. My friend, Jonathan, has trouble walking so he needed to stay in the car.”

“Jonathan?” Her voice got quiet as she looked back to the car. “I could have sworn.”

“Now that we know where we are, I think we can figure out the rest.” Steve reached over and quickly grabbed his map. “Thank you, sir. Your hospitality is deeply appreciated.” He hurried down the porch, only slightly embarrassed about how insane he probably seemed. He heard a faint, “you scared them off,” from the man.

Steve was halfway to the car when the passenger side door opened. He froze, trying to give Billy a look that said he handled it— but it didn’t matter. Billy was looking past him. Seeing his mother seemed to have the same affect on him as it did Steve— probably worse.

Billy’s cane came out first— followed by his right leg then his left. The cane pushed into the dirt as Billy used it to get out of the car. He then staggered over to Steve— who turned then flung his arm around Billy’s waist to keep him steady.

They both looked up to the porch. Steve couldn’t read the look on the man’s face— but the woman was staring at Billy, looking even more like she had just seen a ghost than before.

“Billy?” she asked, descending the porch steps. “Is that really you?” She stopped once she reached the bottom. “It- it can’t be. You- you- I saw your grave.”

Billy chuckled nervously. “Yeah, about that.”

#listen #i got this idea a few days ago an have been thinking about it since #i just like the idea of the boys moving to the west cost but not california #coast* #too many memories and all that #this is like a sneak peek to a longer fic idea i have #but who knows if i’ll ever write it so here’s this #harringrove #if you squint ig but it’s there whether you like it or not #steve harrington #billy hargrove #billy hargrove’s mother #stranger things #userkarson #karson writes things sometimes

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it’s just a glee fic you don’t need to go that hard

me: The silence between them wasn’t exactly comfortable, but it wasn’t awkward either. It was simply just there— draped carefully over them like a throw blanket your babysitter put over you when you fell asleep on the couch as a kid.

#i don’t even think i’ve ever had that experience #but this line just wrote itself #also the whole ‘but when you’re thirteen everything feel like the end of the world’ line #glee #userkarson #karson writes things sometimes

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i’m starting a fic for elumax that starts in lucas’s pov with him being dramatic because max dumped him a few months ago and he’s realized he isn’t getting her back this time. and this is the first line.

“The temperature was finally rising— the last remnants of winter, and the events that happened, melting away with the promise of spring.”

he’s so fucking dramatic and i love him for that.

#lucas is my favorite of the kids #he going through his emo phase over this break up #they get back together eventually #with el added in because i say so #i think they’re in their senior year in this #timeline isn’t completely figured out yet #lumax #elmax #elumax #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #el hopper #stranger things #karson writes things sometimes #userkarson

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why the fuck am i so obsessed with writing fics in a pov that’s outside of the main pairing???

do people even enjoy reading things like this?

has anyone else ever done it??

am i just weird?????

#because i am in live with a puckurt piece i wrote in finn’s pov #love* #and now i’m writing one in lauren’s #and i wrote a steddie fic in robin’s pov before the fandom ruined them for me #karson writes things sometimes #userkarson

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listen i’m writing a fic where lucas is trying to build a relationship with billy cause he’s dating max and he feels they need to clear the air and he is convinced neil is hitting him but he just doesn’t know how to get billy to take it seriously and i just

“You should get back to your father.”

billy says this because lucas had followed him out of a store after seeing him there with a weird bruise on his neck. and lucas is prying and billy just wants him to fuck off because how is he supposed to have this conversation with his sister’s boyfriend???? and lucas just fuckin blindsides him with his reply

“Is that where you’re going?”

bro what the fuck are we doing in this parking lot in the middle of the night trying to have difficult conversations

#ignore me i’m dramatic #i have made many drafts about this fic and i only started writing it yesterday so i’m legit so excited about it #i’d like to say idk why i’m scared to share it but we ALL know why #i’m not in a great place mentally rn so maybe i should keep it in the drafts #fuck it #full send it baby #well not full send cause i’m not gonna tag lucas #or the show tbh i can’t handle this #billy is even pushing it #do not look at me i will cry #billy hargrove #userkarson #karson writes things sometimes

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this fic is causing me so much pain and i’m just making it worse and worse and i only have myself to blame

character a: *love confession*

character b’s inner monologue: The words hit him like a bludger— he’d almost prefer that.

#there’s a reason for this and it makes the entire thing fucking sadder #character b literally can’t tell character a they love them too #like LITERALLY i’m gonna throw up #i’m telling you now so you can try to prepare but babe you can’t prepare for how much year 6 and year 7 are going to HURT #i haven’t even started posting year 1 yet so there’s time for you to try but it’s not gonna happen #god i hope people read this #wizarding world #userkarson #karson writes things sometimes #wtdmtn update

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But truthfully, he didn’t know. He could read into the things she said for hours but would always ultimately come to the conclusion that he couldn't tell her the most important secret he would ever have. Sure, he could tell her he was seeing someone— after all, it wasn't the act he was worried about. It was the who.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47085523

#the sandlot #scotty smalls #ao3 #i think this is the most niche thing i will ever write #this is v soft with slight angst #IT HAS BEEN READY SINCE MARCH OF LAST YEAR #me vs the fear of posting my writing #no one look at me but also do look at my writing #don't tell me if it's bad bc i will have a breakdown #quotes from my fics #karson writes things sometimes #userkarson

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in case anyone wants to know how writing this fic is going

i’m literally going to throw up

#this is why i don’t outline #it never goes as planned #i’m a pantser through and trough #this is why we can’t have nice things #writing #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #stranger things #userkarson #karson writes things sometimes #karson talks about his family #technically #this is messages between me and my sisters