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cobrakaisb · 3 years

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5 times robby fell in love with you + 1 time he actually said it

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a/n: hey besties it’s been a hot minute! i promise that part two of modern day romeo and juliet is in the works but here is a little robby imagine because i have been in my robby feels lately. :)

summary: read the title besties :) you and robby are already dating in this imagine.

word count: 1832

one: wheel training

“i don’t know about this mr. larusso,” you mumble as you take your sweatshirt off to climb into the pond. robby was already in there, shivering from the coolness of the water. “you’ll be fine y/n,” mr. larusso says encouragingly. you nod, slowly entering the shallow pond with robby’s help. together the two of you approach the wheel in the middle, each of you on your respective sides. “okay now climb on,” mr. larusso instructs, and you look nervously at robby, who just nods. together the two of you climb onto the wheel.

after countless tries and many failed attempts the two of you were able to perform the technique semi-decently. “we did it!” you shout as you come up from the water. robby and mr. larusso laugh at your excitement. you splash some water up in the air, laughing as the droplets hit your skin on the way down. robby looks at you adoringly, a smile on his face. “alright you two, that’s enough for today. i’ll see you tomorrow,” mr. larusso says, smiling at the two of you as he walks towards the house.

once he’s inside the house, robby wades through the water to you. “we did it robby!” you cheer, throwing your arms around his shoulders, a proud smile on your face. “yes we did baby,” he answers, resting his forehead against yours. “just imagine us doing that in a fight! we’d be unstoppable!” you exclaim and robby just nods his head. he wasn’t really paying attention to what you were saying, instead he was thinking about how happy you made him and how contagious your smile was.

two: during the mall fight

“get behind me,” you instruct demetri, pushing the tall boy behind you, while sam took care of the others. “back off,” sam tells hawk, and you nod your head, getting into your fighting stance. hawk scoffs at the three of you. “i don’t want to have to hit a girl,” he says, looking between you and sam. now it was your turn to scoff. “funny how you think you’d even stand a chance against us,” you say confidently. now robby was beside you, the three of you covering demetri.

“five against four. more like three and a half,” hawk remarks, nodding towards his friends, signaling the start of the fight. you were fighting off two boys in the back while robby was fighting off two of them in the front. sam was taking care of some boy towards the middle of the group, while demetri just stood in the center, not fighting anyone. slowly, one by one, you and your friends had taken down the cobra kais, well all of them except for hawk.

you look over your shoulder to see hawk charging towards you robby, who was cornered up against a table. you knew that robby could handle himself, but a wave of protectiveness washed over you. the next thing you know, hawk was lying on the floor of the food court while you stood in front of robby. everyone ohed at the sight of hawk lying on the ground, but you didn’t pay them any mind. you turn to face robby, grabbing his face in your hands. “are you alright?” you ask, looking over him worriedly. robby chuckled at you, pulling you into a tight hug. “i’m fine baby, thank you,” he answers with nothing but admiration in his voice as he kisses your forehead.

three: he catches you singing

robby jogs up the stairs to your room. today the two of you were taking a break from karate and planning on watching a movie together. robby knocks on the door, but there was no answer. he cracks the door open and sees you jumping around your room. you were wearing one of his shirts and a pair of shorts, your hair brush in your hand, as you belted out the lyrics to teenage dirtbag. “oh yeah! dirtbag!” you sing along with zayn malik. robby smiles as he watches you sing and dance around the room.

now you were standing in front of your mirror, pointing to yourself as you sang, completely engrossed in the song. at one point you tilt your head back, really getting into it. robby continues to watch you sing the song, a loving smile on his face the entire time. he only makes himself known when he claps his hands once the song ends. you freeze, turning towards the door where your boyfriend is clapping. a blush immediately coats your cheeks, as you throw your hairbrush on your bed.

“i didn’t take you as a singer y/n,” robby points out, stepping into your room. your blush turns an even deeper shade of red as you look away from his hazel eyes. robby closes the distance between the two of you, placing a loving kiss on your lips. “i thought it was cute,” robby confesses once you seperate. “especially since you’re wearing my shirt,” he continues, a giggle escaping your mouth. “stop being cheesy,” you say, pushing him away from you. “but you love it,” he remarks, sitting down on your bed. you roll your eyes, “i guess.”

four: your date at the roller rink

it was 80s night at the roller rink, and you and robby were long overdue for a date night. you and robby decided to go as people from the outsiders. robby as a soc and you as a greaser. “an enemies to lovers typa beat,” you explain, fixing his jacket. robby just nods along, too busy admiring you in your ripped jeans and leather jacket.

“i’ll go get the skates. wait here,” robby says, kissing your cheek as he walks towards the rental counter. shortly after, robby comes back with two pairs of skates. “thanks robby,” you say, placing a chaste kiss on his lips as he sits down on the bench next to you. “okay ready?” robby asks, and you nod, grabbing his hand as the two of you head over to the roller rink.

together you skate leisurely around the rink. laughing and singing along to the 80s songs that the dj is playing. while the two of you are skating hand in hand when the song i would die 4 u by prince comes on. “oh my gosh! i love this song!” you cheer, excitement all over your face. robby chuckled at your words, “i know. i may have put in a request with the dj.” you smile so big when robby said that. “you’re the best robby,” you say, and robby could tell that your words were genuine. robby just smiled at you, listening to you sing along with prince.

five: midnight baking session

you couldn’t sleep. it was 12:00 at night, and you could not fall asleep. robby on the other hand, was fast asleep. well you thought he was fast asleep when you left your room to go to the kitchen. it turns out that robby wasn’t asleep because he was now standing in the kitchen, watching as you grabbed different ingredients. “what are you doing y/n? it’s twelve am,” robby asks, a tired yawn escaping him. “i couldn’t sleep so i decided to make some brownies. want to help?” you ask him, and you're practically begging him with your eyes to say yes. “why not,” robby mumbles, joining you.

“yes! okay so can you go get the medium saucepan? it’s in that cabinet over there,” you instruct, pointing towards the cabinet. robby nods tiredly and gets you the pan, wrapping his arms around your waist once he brings it to you. “tired?” you ask him, measuring out the flour. “just a bit,” robby replies, resting his head on your shoulder, kissing your neck. you giggle, moving your head away from him. “stop that tickles,” you say, looking at the snoop dogg cookbook.

about forty minutes later, you and robby are sitting on the couch watching friends and eating brownie sundaes. “these brownies are so good,” robby says, basically moaning at the taste. “yeah babe? do you like them?” you ask, cuddled up to his side. robby nods vigorously. “they are so good. you better make these more often,” he says, looking at you. “i will,” you promise and robby nods gratefully. the two of you continue to watch the show and eat your ice cream.

“hey i’m done. do you want me to put your bowl in the sink?” robby asks, sitting up from his spot on the couch. “yes please,” you respond, handing him the empty bowl. robby takes it from you, but not before placing a kiss on your cheek. “what was that for?” you ask, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “you had some chocolate there, and maybe i just wanted to kiss you,” robby replies and a huge smile encompasses your face.

it was now three am and george lopez was playing. you were asleep on robby’s chest, while he was watching the show. “i love you robby,” you mumble tiredly, cuddling into his chest more. robby tenses at your words, but he smiles and places a kiss on your forehead, quietly repeating the phrase back to you.

one: when you visit him in jail

you sat down at the table, waiting for robby to come out. you were fidgeting with the tupperware of brownies you brought for him. even though you had come to visit robby multiple times, you always got nervous waiting for him. the door opened and teenage boys were walking into the room. your eyes immediately searching for robby. he saw you right away, and walked over to your table.

“hi robby,” you say quietly once he sits down. robby gives you a small smile, “hi baby.” it was quiet for a minute, but you quickly broke the silence by shoving the tupperware container towards him. “i made you brownies. the snoop dogg ones because they’re your favorite,” you explain and robby smiles widely at you, grabbing your hand that was resting on the table.

“thanks. i’ll eat them as soon as i can,” he says truthfully. “are you okay? they haven’t been bugging you have they?” you ask him quietly, looking over his face for any bruises or cuts. robby chuckles at how worried you are. “i’m fine y/n, i promise. you don’t need to worry about me,” robby says and you roll your eyes at him. “i worry because i care and because i love you,” you answer, casually slipping that three word phrase in there. robby sits there in shock for a minute before an even bigger smile takes over his face. “i love you too y/n,” he says, squeezing your hand. a smile as big as robby’s takes over your face too.

“so what’s been going on?” robby asks and you immediately jump into a ramble about the newest book that you’ve been reading. meanwhile, robby just smiles, proud of himself for finally telling you how he feels.

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aftersamu · 3 years

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– CLOSE AS STRANGERS PAIRING: musician! suna rintarou x gn!reader GENRE: angst(y), long distance relationship

A/N: this is based off this head-canon which basically compares suna rintarou to calum hood from 5sos, like... they're the same person, same [astro] planets. plus, this is based off the song, close as strangers.

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it's been six weeks since suna left home, touring around the world as the opening act while his band slowly grows in success everyday.

he stares at the messages that reads: delivered, unsure of when he'll get a response from you. the band has just finished their set, which meant his day – or night – was practically over with.

suna wishes he wasn't thousands of miles away from you, leaving you to spend nights alone when he should be there next to you and wrapped in your arms.

everyday that passes, every night spent with missed calls and dial tones only splits the two of you even further apart. with shaky hands, he presses the call button, bringing the device up to his ear, waiting for the other line to pick up.

the longer suna waits, the more scared he gets, but when the ringing stops so does his panic. "hey," your voice appears through the speaker, static. "how was it?"

"hi," he breaths out, "it was good. it's insane seeing so many people in the crowd though," suna says – praying that the line wouldn't cut out.

"oh yeah? it's a lot different than playing in front of twelve people in a hotel lobby isn't it?" you tease, fiddling with the ends of your shirt, doing your best to ignore the obvious drift between you two.

"well, it doesn't feel the same." suna says, "i'll take that hotel lobby over this any day if it means i get to see you in the crowd." feeling a lump begin to grow in his throat, attempting to clear it away, he continues on. "although the lighting is better here,"

"i bet!" a sad laugh escapes, "hey, don't forget to send me videos and pictures of you on stage alright? i'd rather see them come from you, instead of some fan on twitter."

of course it pained a little to not be near suna, but he was living his dream! he was doing what he wanted, travelling around the world with three of his best friends and performing in front of crowds of thousands.

sure it worries you sometimes, him being surrounded by people prettier, funnier, closer. or even how you've started to feel like someone who keeps dragging him down, that you're someone stopping him from reaching full potential, whatever that is.

"so um, when are you guys coming back over here for a show?" you ask, interrupting yourself from those thoughts, "i would buy tickets, but they're all sold out."

"i think we'll be back in around... six months?"

sucking in a breath, "wow, six months?" you repeat, the itching feeling in the back of your head resurfacing. would the relationship even last that much longer?

suna knew what you meant. he wasn't a mind-reader, and the constant interrupted connection didn't help either, but he could tell just by the deflation of your voice that this wasn't good.

"yeah... we have to finish the north american leg of the tour before we move on to europe and oceania." he explains, "but hey! i'll be back before you know it, and we can always find time to call for hours on end."

"no, no, yeah, of course." you say, "just tell me when you're free and have time, we can call then."

"yeah–" cut off when the door burst open, revealing the guitarist of the band along with the rest of the members behind him. "hey, give me a second," suna says, holding his phone to his chest. "what do you guys want?"

"we're going to go prank the band," semi informs holding up empty aluminium trays and whipped cream cans. "they're about to play teenage dirtbag in a couple minutes, so come on!"

on your end, hearing muffled voices, "alright– just give me a minute alright? i'll be right out," suna waves off, bringing his phone back up to his ear. "hey, i'm sorry, but i have to go."

"that's fine," you brush off, "i have to meet a friend in a few anyways."

"look, i'll call you later alright?"

"yeah, i'll see you." you say, hanging up the phone before another word can be said. tossing your device somewhere on your bed before burying yourself in the mountains of pillows and blankets.

suna stares at the disconnected line, putting aside whatever emotions dare to linger before joining his band outside with a forced smile. listening to semi go on about how they'll show them what the "emo's" can do.

of course, suna would rather be with you right now, and all he can hope for is that you'd wait for him too.

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swtki · 3 years

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What I Think The HP Boys Playlist Would Be:

Harry Potter

Dancing Days - Led Zepplin (Sirius got him into 70s rock hfkdhdej)

Money - Pink Floyd (Ironic innit)

My Sharona - The Knack (he thinks its a good song unironically)

Layla - Derek and The Dominos

Life In The Fast Lane - The Eagles

Alive - Pearl Jam (Ironic)

Live and Let Die - Guns N Roses

Runaway Train - Soul Asylum

Feel The Pain - Dinosaur Jr.

Mr. Jones - Counting Crows

Teenage Dirtbag - Wheatus

Basically, he has pure dad music. And the music he likes from his teen years are slightly questionable.

Ron Weasley

It’s The End Of The World As We Know It - R.E.M.

The Distance - Cake

Semi Charmed Life - Third Eye Blind

One Headlight - The Wallflowers

Push - Matchbox Twenty

You Get What You Give - New Radicals

My Own Worst Enemy - Lit

Shimmer - Fuel

Sex & Candy - Marcy Playground

Come Out And Play - The Offspring

Mmmm Mmmm Mmmm Mmmm - Crash Test Dummies

He has both bad and good music taste and I can’t decide which is stronger

Neville Longbottom

Friday I’m In Love - The Cure

September - Earth, Wind and Fire

Heroes - David Bowie

SOS - ABBA

More Than A Woman - Bee Gees

Voulez-Vous - ABBA

Dancing In The Moonlight - King Harvest

Two Princes - Spin Doctors

Buddy Holly - Weezer

Linger - The Cranberries

Don’t Look Back In Anger - Oasis

Very feel good music, I can see him getting a good portion of his music from his Gran

Draco Malfoy

In The Aeroplane Over The Sea - Neutral Milk Hotel

Fine, Great - Modern Baseball

I Wanna Be Your Dog - The Stooges

Self Esteem - The Offspring

Closer - Nine Inch Nails

Hurt - Nine Inch Nails

Daughter - Pearl Jam

Lovesong - The Cure

Loser - Beck

Never Had No One Ever - The Smiths

1979 - The Smashing Pumpkins

He was listening to the original male manipulator music. But also these songs kinda slap and I just see him sobbing to The Smiths.

Cedric Diggory

Have Love, Will Travel - The Sonics

Trash - New York Dolls

Personality Crisis - New York Dolls

Ball and Chain - Social Distortion

Wonderwall - Oasis

Heart Shaped Box - Nirvana

Intergalactic - Beastie Boys

Pretty Fly (For a White Guy) - The Offspring

Shiny Happy People - R.E.M

Slide - The Goo Goo Dolls

Tubthumping - Chumbawamba

Good beat = Cedric doing the little thrashing dance from the yule ball <3. Also hes into punk but like early punk bc hes scared of 90s punk.

Fred Weasley

Suburban Home - Descendants

Deans Dream - The Dead Milkmen

Anarchy In The U.K - Sex Pistols

Lexicon Devil - Germs

Institutionalized - Suicidal Tendencies

Sailin’ On - Bad Brains

Story Of My Life - Social Distortion

Punk Rock Girl - The Dead Milkmen

Nervous Breakdown - Black Flag

Too Drunk To Fuck - Dead Kennedys

Wild In The Streets - Circle Jerks

Later punk and it is ANGRY. baby. We all know Deans Dream is his comfort song.

George Weasley

Creep - Radiohead

When I Come Around - Green Day

Even Flow - Pearl Jam

Peaches - The Presidents Of The United States Of America

The Kids Aren’t Alright - The Offspring

Beetlebum - Blur

Bullet With Butterfly Wings - The Smashing Pumpkins

Popular - Nada Surf

Be Quiet and Drive (Far Away) - Deftones

Lounge Act - Nirvana

Pure Morning - Placebo

Kind of just sad but still easy listening for the most part. As opposed to his brother, he sways to his music.

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babybluebex · 3 years

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desperate hearts (and bodies) [sebastian stan] NSFW!!

➽ pairing: sebastian stan x fem!reader (y/n) ➽ word count: 2.5k ➽ summary: while watching his new movie, sebastian makes a deal with you: you’ll watch the movie until the credits roll, or else. ➽ warnings: NSFW/MDNI. explicit language, smut, fingering (f!receiving), teasing, slight dom!seb ➽ a/n: i have no logical explanation for this, so just have it lol

It took a lot of convincing to have Sebastian watch one of his movies. He hated seeing himself work and, ever the perfectionist, found apparent flaws in his performance that neither the director nor editors had “managed” to find. He was against it at first, but, when I told him that I was too scared to watch his new movie The Covenant alone, he agreed. This man was such a pushover. We had known each other since high school when we paired together as scene partners for our school’s drama department. Seb was a senior when I was a freshman and we always got along, albeit at a casual distance. It wasn’t until we were in college together and I was randomly assigned him as a student mentor that we grew close, eventually kissing and fucking and revealing our long-boiling feelings.

We had been together for nearly two years by this point, and I had seen him through every single professional role. When we reunited, he had just had a small role on Law and Order, and he had only gone up from there. The Covenant was the first horror-type movie he had ever done, and I had gotten a basic-enough synopsis from him for me to avoid it. However, being the dutiful girlfriend that I was, I wanted to support him and watch it, and that’s where the begging came in.

Sebastian was a pushover. One hell of a pushover. I usually had to pout and he gave in to me, but watching his own movie came at a larger price, not that I minded it. As we sat down to watch the movie, my knees still ached from our earlier “negotiation”, and Sebastian grabbed my legs and hauled them into his lap. He clicked his tongue a few times, then said, “Baby girl, why didn’t you tell me?”

“It doesn’t hurt,” I shrugged, but winced when he pressed a finger into the red patches.

“Right,” he said with a smile. “And I’m the Queen of England.”

“Put on the movie, would ya?” I chuckled. “Shut your mouth.”

“You love my mouth,” Sebastian teased, tickling my thighs, and I sighed.

“I do, but it’s annoying sometimes,” I said, and I kissed my finger and pressed it to his bottom lip. “Movie. Please?”

The moment he came on screen, I felt a familiar heat in my stomach. He was a piece of shit high school guy in this movie, but he was so insanely hot. The female characters were falling all over him, but I would be lying if I said that I didn’t share the affection. “Aww, look at you,” I cooed, leaning over to tickle his chin. “Little teenage dirtbag Seba.”

“Is this why you wanted to watch this?” Sebastian laughed, smacking my hands away. “To make fun of me the whole time?”

“No,” I said. “I want to support you, damn it. I just have the privilege of making fun of you.”

Sebastian sighed, playing shaking his head, and he whispered, “You’re gonna kill me, woman.”

“I sure hope not,” I said, turning my attention back to the screen for a moment. “But it looks like Pogue might. What the hell kinda name is Pogue anyway?”

“I wish I knew,” Sebastian shrugged. “Oh, she was nice, though,” he added, pointing at the blonde girl on screen. “Really sweet. Said you were pretty.”

“You showed her a picture of me?” I asked.

“Well, not intentionally,” Sebastian said. “I was using a Polaroid of you as a bookmark and she handed me my book at one point in the makeup trailer and asked and… You know I love talking about you. I had to indulge her.”

“You keep getting better everyday,” I told him with a smile.

“You too, baby girl,” he said. “I’m getting a beer. You want one?”

“Nah,” I said. “But if it comes with a tall Romanian, I might have to rethink that.”

“Two beers, coming up,” Sebastian said, sitting up to go. Before he fully stood up, though, he tugged me close and kissed me slowly. His kisses were to die for, and I would never grow tired of them. His tongue dipped into my mouth and his hand began to inch my shirt up, but I grabbed his wrist quickly.

“Stop trying to distract me, Seb,” I whispered, biting his plush bottom lip. “We’re watching this movie.”

“Fuck,” Sebastian hissed, and I released his lip. “Thought I had you there.”

“You’ll have to try harder than that,” I told him as he stood up. I watched him as he walked to the kitchen, pulling his jeans back up his hips, and I couldn’t help but admire his ass. Even in high school, Sebastian had a nice body, and it had only gotten better with age and time. I turned my attention back to the movie, and Sebastian quickly returned with our drinks. I took a sip of mine before settling fully into his lap, and his arms went around my waist. “Okay, hold on, I’m confused,” I said quickly. “So those four guys are, like, witches? Wizards? Can guys be witches? Anyway, there’s four of them, but they sense a disturbance in the Force?”

Sebastian laughed deep in his chest. “I mean, pretty much,” he said. “You’ve got it.”

“Chase is the fifth power,” I said quickly. “I’m calling it right now.”

“Woah, hold on, what makes you think I’m the bad guy?” Sebastian asked with a quirk of his lips.

“I just know, man,” I said, taking another drink. “I know how these movies work, and you’re super hot-- more than the leads, actually-- and you’re a new guy. The bigger twist would be if he isn’t the fifth power.”

Sebastian hummed for a moment, then he sighed and mumbled, “Fuck me, you’re good at this.”

I gave a victory laugh and kissed his cheek, and he sucked his teeth in fake annoyance. “You’re way too smart for this, I’m never watching any movies with you again,” Sebastian grumbled.

“Aww, Seba, don’t be like that,” I pouted. “I still wanna watch this.”

“Fuck!” Sebastian huffed and threw his arms in defeat. “What do I have to do to turn this movie off?”

“You said that I’d have to suck your dick and we’d watch this movie,” I began. “And I did, and I did it good. So, we are watching the movie until the goddamn credits roll.”

“Mmhmm,” Sebastian grumbled, drinking his beer. “Alright then. Until the credits roll.”

Sebastian put his drink down a few minutes later, his hands slotting between my thighs. His hands were always freezing and it was a usual thing for him to warm his hands on some part of me; sometimes, it was under my arm or on my tits. Today, it seemed, was between my thighs. His thumb stroked my skin in slow and languid motions, and, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think it was innocent. He gave a sigh from his plump, pink lips, and he leaned his head on my shoulder, his eyes stuck to the TV screen. My fingers threaded through his hair absently as I watched Chase and the other witches go about their high school antics, and a familiar pressure grew between my thighs when the camera moved into a locker room. Sebastian was there, his shirt undone and his tie hanging loosely around his neck, and I gave a small gasp.

“Everything alright?” Sebastian whispered in my ear, giving it a delicate kiss. “You seem a little shaken up.”

“I’m good,” I replied. “Just… Your hands are fucking cold, man.”

“Yeah,” Sebastian chuckled. “It’s a curse, baby girl. But you seem… I don’t wanna say it because I don’t think you deserve the satisfaction, but… Are you turned on?”

I shrugged. It was embarrassing as hell that I was turned on by Sebastian in a movie, especially when I was sitting in his lap. “You know I love your abs,” I mumbled, picking at the label on my beer bottle.

“So that’s a yes?” Sebastian hummed. He leaned in and kissed my neck, his thumb moving just a bit higher up my thigh. “Just the sight of me gets you all hot, huh? I don’t even have to be doing anything.”

“Seb--” I began, but his lips attached to the spot on my neck that we both knew was my weakness. He gave it a few gentle nips with his front teeth, then soothed the sting with his tongue, and I clenched my teeth together to control my noises. His hand went higher and higher still until it reached the hem of my panties, and he slowly pushed his fingers into it. He was quiet and gentle as his hand moved, continuing to kiss my sweet spot as his palm pressed against my heat. The heel of his hand was right against my clit, just barely making enough contact, and I wriggled helplessly to get him where I wanted him.

“Watch the movie, baby girl,” Sebastian whispered, his voice low and rumbling. “You’ll miss something important.”

I groaned softly. “Sebastian,” I mumbled. “Please, love--”

“Please what?” Sebastian whispered. “What do you want, baby girl?”

“Touch me,” I panted softly. “Please.”

“You said we were going to watch this movie until the credits roll,” Sebastian said slowly. “I’ve already seen it-- fuck, I’m one of the leads--” My legs tightened at his words, trapping his hand against my wet heat, and he laughed. “So, you’re gonna watch this movie. The entire thing. And you’re not gonna worry about what I’m doing. Alright?”

I nodded, fixing my gaze on the screen once more. I didn’t expect him to push on as quickly as he did, but he ground his hand against my sensitive clit almost the moment I agreed. I gasped in surprise and I felt Sebastian smile against my neck as he continued to kiss my weakest spot, and he whispered, “Goddamn, baby. So wet for me.”

His fingers nudged me open and the tip of his middle finger began to press into me. He was moving just too slow and it was annoying the hell out of me, and I lifted my hips to have his finger in deep. “Oh, no,” Sebastian whispered, his voice a low rumble. “Don’t do that. Just relax, baby.”

“Seb--” I whined hopelessly. I knew that, no matter how much I begged, he was ultimately going to do what he wanted. He was an ass that way. “Please, babe.”

“Please what?” Sebastian said, dragging his teeth along my neck.

“More,” I whimpered. I was so fucking pathetic, but Sebastian just did something to me. No matter what, he could break me down to a crying, begging mess of a girl.

“More?” Sebastian repeated. “Like this?” He added his ring finger with excruciatingly slow speed, and his thumb came to rest on my clit at the same time. My thighs quivered at the feel of his cool rings on my wet and tender skin, and I whined high in my throat. “Oh, so good, baby girl. Taking my fingers like this, such a good little whore.”

For a moment, I dared to look away from the television in favor of my boyfriend, and I found his steel-blue eyes locked on my face. A single dark eyebrow quirked, and he said, “You just can’t follow rules, can you?” Then, seeing my flushed face and bitten lips, clicked his tongue and cooed. “Aw. Want me to fuck you stupid, baby? Doesn’t seem like that’ll take too long.”

“Seb,” I breathed. “Just…” I flexed my hips, hoping that he understood, and he gave me a devilish smile.

“This is the good part,” Sebastian whispered in my ear, and his fingers began a slow and steady pace. “Watch it, baby girl.”

My entire body was burning hot, and I squirmed in Sebastian’s arms. He was on screen, his eyes tinted fully black as he pinned one of the boys to the floor, and I felt a spasm of lightening in my stomach when his fingers finally found that spot inside of me. I jostled in his lap and bit back my moan, and he gave a little huff. “How bad do you want it?” He whispered. “Bad enough to beg for it?”

“Yes,” I sobbed. “Please, Seb, please, fuck me. I need you so bad, please, please, Seb.”

Sebastian groaned deep in his chest, and his mouth latched onto my neck. He sucked at the sensitive skin, surely leaving a mark, and he dragged his fingers in and out of my wet heat. “Look at that,” Sebastian whispered as Chase landed a kiss on his opponent’s cheek. “I am the bad guy. You were right. How are you so fucking smart, baby?”

“I know you,” I said, my cheeks burning with his praise. “You wouldn’t play a good guy.”

“Ah,” Sebastian sighed. “I knew you were smart. Now, be a good girl for me and come all over my fingers. I know how bad you want to. Maybe, if you keep being so good for me…” His lips brushed my ear before he gave me a soft kiss on my hot cheek. “I’ll let you come on my cock later.”

Sebastian’s thumb made fast circles around my throbbing clit as I tried to do as he told me and watch the movie, but I was completely distracted. I could feel his hard cock through his jeans, and the thought of having him fuck me while his movie played was enough for me to shout “Seb!” and make a mess on his fingers. My thighs trembled as Sebastian shushed me comfortingly, and he pushed my hair aside and cradled my face in his free hand. “Oh, good girl,” he whispered softly. “So, so good for me, baby. Are you feeling better now?”

I nodded and swallowed thickly, my throat dry and tight. Sebastian brushed his lips against mine warmly, and he finally pulled his fingers from my throbbing cunt. The room was dark, only the television giving any light, but I still saw his fingers glistening in the light. He handed me his beer with his free hand and, before I could say anything, popped his fingers in his mouth. I watched him for a moment before taking a drink; even though the beer was a little warm, it helped soothe my throat. “Thanks,” I said softly.

“Mm,” Sebastian hummed around his fingers, then pulled them out. “For what, baby? You know I like making you feel good.”

“I don’t know,” I said. “I just always like to thank you.”

“No need for that,” Sebastian said. “I know you appreciate it.” There was a pause, and then he groaned. “Fuck, c’mon! You guessed the twist in the first ten minutes!”

“It’s--!” I started. “It’s a PG-13 horror movie! These things are formulaic! You-- You aggravate me. Good thing you’re cute.”

“Or what?” Sebastian laughed. “You’d dump me?”

“Maybe not dump you,” I shrugged. “But I certainly wouldn’t let you fingerblast me while we watched a movie.”

Sebastian laughed, his eyes crinkling up, and he said, “God, you act like there wasn’t any romance.”

I scoffed. “Was there?”

“Oh, baby girl,” Sebastian chuckled. He pulled me back into his lap, my thighs straddling his waist, and he kissed me hard, his tongue dipping into my mouth. “I’ll show you fucking romantic I can be.”

#sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x y/n #sebastian stan fluff #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan fic

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divinerulerluvr · 4 years

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Masterlist for divinerulerluvr

Wattpad - ch3rrywaves

LESBIAN MASTERLIST

Hi, i’m Lolite (or Venus) and this is my AHS writing blog. I write for AHS Characters (specifically Evan Peters' characters). I mostly write smut if i’m being honest. It’s my niche.

10/29/2021 update - i’m not active on this account anymore. find me on my wattpad instead.

Requests are closed

* = smut

Tate Langdon

Teenage Dirtbag* ➥ Tate takes his anger out on you {18+} Tate Langdon HCs ➥ Random headcanons for Tate Smells Like Teen Spirit* ➥ Tate helps you take your mind off of growing up {18+} Deal is a Deal* ➥ You and Tate try something new {18+} Yandere!Tate HCs ➥ Tate Langdon as a Yandere headcanons

Kit Walker

More Than a Woman ➥ You get high with a sappy Kit Walker, your new husband Kit Walker Letter ➥ Kit sends you a letter while being long-distance NSFW Alphabet w/ Kit Walker* ➥ Kit during sex headcanons {18+} Meet Me Where The Stars Shine ➥ Kit comforts you in Briarcliff Pocket Full of Rainbows* ➥ You and Kit have sensual sex {18+}

(continues below the cut)

Kyle Spencer

"Are You Leaving?" ➥ Post-death Kyle wants you to stay with him Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy ➥ Kyle takes you on a date

Jimmy Darling

"How Can I Make You Love Me Again?" ➥ Jimmy's addiction affects your relationship with him Dream A Little Dream of Me Part 1* Part 2 ➥ Jimmy is the entertainment at a Tupperware party and you get attached to him {18+}

James Patrick March

Devil's Night ➥ Arriving at the Cortez, you're met with a dangerous man Let Me Violate You* ➥ James takes a liking to you after you enter the Cortex {18+} James w/ a Vegan Lover ➥ James finds out you're a vegan NSFW Alphabet w/ James Patrick March* ➥ James during sex headcanons {18+} For Eternity* ➥ The Countess seduces you into a threesome with James {18+} Poker Face* ➥ You and James play strip poker {18+} Cold Metal* ➥ James punishes you for cheating {18+} Epilogue of a Lost Love ➥ You're James' maid during the time of his almost capture James Being Your Sugar Daddy HCs ➥ What it'd be like to be James' sugar baby

Kai Anderson

Breed* ➥ Kai wants to find what makes you melt {18+} Kai Anderson HCs ➥ Random Kai headcanons Sweet Serial Killer Part 1 Part 2* ➥ You're a prison guard and Kai is an inmate {18+} The Unholy Ritual* ➥ Kai makes the Messiah with you {18+} Night Prowler* ➥ Kai lets you ride his thigh {18+} Not Allowed* ➥ Where Kai feels bad about getting so upset {18+} NSFW Alphabet w/ Kai Anderson* ➥ Kai during sex headcanons {18+} Crimson and Leather* ➥ After a murder, you and Kai have some fun {18+} Judas Part 1 Part 2 ➥ Kai thinks you're the mole in his cult Bruise Violet* ➥ After meeting kai, he initiates you into his cult {18+} Being Kai's Lover in His Cult HCs ➥ What it'd be like dating Kai while being a cult member He Only Lies ➥ You call Kai out on his cheating Am I Dreaming?* ➥ You have a wet dream next to Kai {18+}

Jeff Pfister

Yandere!Jeff HCs ➥ Jeff Pfister as a Yandere headcanons My Strange Addiction* ➥ You do coke with Jeff and have sex {18+} Needy* ➥ You tease Jeff at work {18+}

Warren Lipka

Womanizer* ➥ Warren picks you up and you have sex in his car {18+} Show Me How ➥ You decide to run away with Warren NSFW Alphabet w/ Warren Lipka* ➥ Warren during sex headcanons {18+} A Kleptomaniac's Love ➥ You help Warren with stealing jewelry Dating Warren HCs ➥ Headcanons about dating Warren Lovers Rock* ➥ You and Warren have a fight and make up with sex {18+} Enjoy the Silence* ➥ Warren meets you at your work and you have sex in the storage room {18+} Angelic* ➥ You and Warren make a sex tape {18+}

Stan Bowes

The New York Skyline* ➥ You're Stan's assistant and he's been stressed {18+} A Modern Love ➥ Stan makes you dinner Love to Dream* ➥ Stan brings you to one of his work banquets only to mess with you. {18+} Stan Being Your Sugar Daddy HCs ➥ What it'd be like to be Stan's' sugar baby

Colin Zabel

All Apologies* ➥ Colin makes up for being so distracted with work {18+} Pretty Girl* ➥ You're on an undercover mission as a "couple" {18+} Suspicious Part 1 Part 2 ➥ An AU where Colin is the bad guy Your Warmth* ➥ You and Colin have car sex {18+}

Evan's Headcanons

Getting Into a Fight With The Evans Romantic Quirks The Evans Would Have Kinks The Evans Would Have* What it Would be Like to Date the Evans Random HCs For the Evans The Evans + Their Idea of a Perfect Date The Evans w/ an S.O Who is Uncomfortable w/ Sex

#ahs #evan peters #fanfics #smut #fluff #angst #tate langdon #kit walker #james patrick march #warren lipka #kai anderson

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wxlfstxrx · 4 years

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talker singing “teenage dirtbag” on the top of his lungs and logan just being like ... “hEr NaME iS nOeLLe I hAvE A dREaM AbOUt hEr”

slightly drunk me decided to write a drunk lions fic for this, so here’s 2660 words of... i don’t even know what to call this, at 5.09am. characters by @lumosinlove! good night morning, y’all.

“HEY, TREMZY,” a very drunk Walker yells across the crowded bar as a familiar instrumental starts blaring out of the speakers. “THIS ONE’S FOR YOU!”

“Oh no,” Leo buries his face in his hands, muttering to himself.

“HER NAME IS NOELLE,” Walker begins to sing, horribly off tune, and Logan whips his head towards Leo, his emerald eyes wide in horror as he realises where Walker’s taking this. “I HAVE A DREAM ABOUT HER—”

“No, no no no—” Logan tries to hop off the high stool he’s perched on, but he stumbles and almost falls, only managing to stay upright as Leo’s hand shoots out to grab onto his elbow tightly.

“Ow…” the tan but flushed brunette whines, leaning heavily against the table they’re seated at. He rubs his elbow and lets his head fall forward, his forehead hitting the table with a loud thunk.

Leo sighs, rubbing his eyes and picking up his— well, Finn’s, really— lychee martini. He takes a sip and frowns. Is it supposed to be that sweet? He makes a face at it and pushes the glass away.

“— LISTEN TO IRON MAIDEN BABY WITH ME,” at least half the bar screams along, Pots and some of their other teammates jumping along as Walker whoops into the microphone. Leo winces, and Logan lifts his head up resignedly.

“Why, Peanut, why?” he deadpans, slumping forward so his chin is resting on the plastic table top, his hands gripping tightly onto his messy brown curls which are for once, not covered by a cap.

“Believe me, I’ve been asking myself the same question for the past three hours,” Leo mutters under his breath.

He slides off the chair and slots his hands under Logan’s armpits, trying to hoist him back up onto his chair, but Logan squirms and squeals with laughter, making Leo lose his grip.

“‘m ticklish, st-stop, stop,” Logan leans his head forward, onto Leo’s shoulder, struggling against him.

Leo ignores him, tightening his grip and lifting the thrashing boy up. He yelps as Logan accidentally kicks him in the shin, but successfully manages to haul him back up into his seat, beside his own.

Logan stops laughing as Leo lets go of him, and wraps his hands around the standing boy’s waist tightly, breathing in deeply.

“Mmmm, you smell so good, baby,” Logan mumbles, pressing an open mouthed kiss to Leo’s neck. Leo immediately pulls away, and Logan looks up at him, his eyes welling up with tears within seconds.

“No, c’mon, don’t look at me like that—” Leo can barely hear his voice over the sound of Walker’s singing, and his hands clutch onto Logan’s shoulders tightly as he leans down.

“You don’t want kiss?” He hears a sniffle, and Leo combs Logan’s curls away from his face, pressing their foreheads together gently.

“Babe,” Leo starts, but Logan squeezes his eyes shut. He tries again. “Babe, look at me. You know how much I love you, right?”

Logan’s only response is to pout again. Leo sighs and steps in closer, standing between Logan’s legs in front of his chair. He wraps his arms around his lover’s shoulders, one hand rubbing up and down his back soothingly.

“Mon amour, je t’aime beaucoup, je suis sérieux,” he whispers into Logan’s ear, and Logan stops sniffling. “I want to kiss you all the time, Tremzy, merde, you have no idea. I do. Just, not here, okay? Want to protect you. Want to keep you safe, until you’re ready.”

Leo takes a small step back so he can look at Logan, but doesn’t release his hold on him. Logan’s eyes flutter open, unshed tears now rolling down his blotchy cheeks. Leo makes a soft sound in the back of his throat, and brings his hands up to wipe away the tears on Logan’s face tenderly.

“Come home with us tonight, okay?” he bites his lip, eyes darting across Logan’s face nervously, hesitantly.

“You kiss me when we home?” Logan asks hopefully, and Leo can’t help but laugh at how bloody adorable drunk Logan is. Ridiculous, but also ridiculously adorable.

“As much as you want, if you can even stay awake,” he bites back a grin, and steps in for another hug, ruffling his hair.

His eyes scan the small bar, and he catches Kasey and Evan’s gaze from a couple of tables away where they’re sipping on their vodka sodas. They raise their eyebrows at him, giving him a meaningful look, and he nods, the corner of his lip curling up.

He pats Logan’s cheek as he steps away again, and Logan gives him a dopey smile in return.

“‘m gonna look for Fish, you gonna be okay on your own?”

Logan squints up at him for a second, trying to process his words over Talker’s hollering, now joined by Pots on the stage. His eyes, albeit a bit glazed over, flash with vague understanding, and he tosses a grin at Leo, giving him a shaky thumbs up and a wink.

“NO, SHE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT SHE’S MISSING,” Talker and Pots have their arms thrown around each other’s shoulders, and their voices are slurred as they sing the last line of the song. The crowd bursts into applause as they air guitar the last few chords, and Leo shakes his head in amusement as someone wolf whistles at them.

“Be right back,” He rests his hand on Logan’s shoulder for a moment as his drunk lover laughs at their two teammates on the stage, their hands joined as they take a bow together.

As the next song begins to play, a girl with bright pink hair jumps up onto the stage and takes over the microphone from Talker and Pots. She lets her fingers brush over Talker’s for a second too long, but he pulls away, and his lips are quickly forming an apology, his dark brown eyes sincere. The girl laughs and shrugs, fist bumping him instead before he heads off stage.

Leo makes his way through the crowd, trying and failing to find the mop of red hair he knows too well. Slightly worried now, he stands on his tiptoes despite being at least half a head taller than the majority of the people in the bar, and turns a full three hundred and sixty degrees, his eyes scanning the dance floor quickly.

He pushes his way out of the throng of people with difficulty, his shirt clinging to his sweaty back, and he makes a beeline for the restrooms on the far end of the bar. Pushing the door open and mumbling a quick apology to the stranger he accidentally knocks with the swinging door, he steps into the restroom and kicks the doors open, one by one.

All the stalls are empty. Fuck.

Leo’s starting to panic a little. How did he let Finn out of his sight? He knows Finn is a lightweight, and he definitely has had too much to drink already. He runs a hand through his blonde curls, turning around to stare at his own reflection in the mirror.

Although he isn’t drunk, his face is red from the heat and pressing up against sweaty bodies while he was searching on the dance floor. He takes a step forward and turns on the tap, cupping his hands right underneath. Closing his eyes, he splashes some cold water on his face, hands fumbling for a paper towel in the dispenser beside the mirror and drying his face.

He slams the restroom door open as he strides out, causing someone whose hand is outreached, about to push the door handle, to jump violently. He utters a hasty apology as he makes his way towards the exit.

The music fades as Leo lets himself out of the bar, and he stops short when he sees three figures by the fountain, one lying sideways on the narrow bench, head in the lap of another. He shivers as a blast of cold wind hits him, and he wraps his hands around himself, his teeth chattering.

One of the figures turns to look at Leo, and beckons him over. Bewildered, Leo takes a few steps forward, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness. When he realises it’s Loops, he relaxes and closes the distance.

“Knutty,” another voice, Cap’s, speaks up, and Leo’s about to ask them what they’re doing out here when his eyes fall onto the third person.

“What the—” he squats down in front of Remus, whose hand is resting on top of Finn’s wild red hair. He looks between the other two boys, who are trying not to smile. “What happened to him?”

“Stumbled out of the bar while we were out here talking, rambling on about how he couldn’t find his car,” Sirius laughs, his voice low and scratchy. “Said he wanted to go home and…”

Remus hides a grin behind the back of his palm, and Sirius raises an eyebrow, trying and failing to fight the violent blush spreading across his face.

“God,” Leo mutters, his face turning as red as Sirius’.

“Mmhm, and then he plonked himself onto the bench with us, and eventually he just… fell asleep,” Remus pats Finn’s hair lightly, and the sleeping redhead lets out a soft snore.

“Okay,” Leo sighs, standing up. “Time for all of us to head home, then? Talker and Pots were singing earlier, which means they definitely drank too much, and Logan’s also… well, drunk enough.”

The two boys seated on the bench chuckle, and Sirius stands up, touching Leo’s arm for a moment.

“I’ll go get the rest, you can stay out here,” he says softly, his grey eyes gazing into Leo’s blue ones. He nods once, and steps around him, heading towards the entrance of the bar.

Leo takes a seat as music blasts from inside the bar for a couple of seconds, then the door closes, and they’re enveloped in silence and darkness again.

“Thanks, Loops,” Leo nods in gratitude, and Remus shrugs.

“It’s no problem, just worried he’ll be cold like this,” Remus rubs his palms together, trying to generate some heat. “I don’t even know how he managed to fall asleep like this.”

Leo huffs out a laugh, and looks down at the sleeping boy whose chest is rising and falling shallowly, his long fringe falling over his closed eyes, and his lips parted slightly.

“He’s…” the blonde boy rests his hands on the edge of the bench and leans back, bracing his weight on them. He lets his head fall back, looking up at the moon, which is partially hidden by clouds, as he hums thoughtfully.

“S’ok,” Remus gives him a small smile. “I know what you mean.”

Head snapping back to look at Remus, Leo regards him for a few moments, before giving his own smile in return and letting his guard down.

“How’re you and Cap?” He probes, nudging Remus with his elbow.

“Good, good. Really,” Remus laughs as Leo frowns. “We were out here, talking about—”

He pauses, and Leo immediately speaks up. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

When Remus turns to look at him, his eyes are bright in the dark of the night. Leo’s eyebrows fly up. He’s never seen Loops so happy before.

“He asked me to move in with him,” Remus whispers, his face splitting into a wide smile before he even gets the words out fully.

“Oh my god—” Leo laughs in surprise, matching Remus’ grin now, happiness filling his chest as he reaches a hand out to clasp his shoulder. “I’m so happy for you, Loops. You guys deserve to be happy, after everything that happened.”

One of Remus’ hands comes up to rest over Leo’s, and he squeezes his hand lightly. He opens his mouth to say something, but they’re interrupted as the door to the bar slams open, making both of them jump.

They’re momentarily blinded by the light streaming out and bathing them in multiple different colours, and they blink rapidly as their group of teammates exits the bar noisily. Pots and Talker are both leaning heavily on Kasey and Evan, practically passed out, Cap’s carrying Logan on his back, and Kuny and Nado have their arms looped around each other’s waists, laughing loudly, apparently not that drunk after all.

When Logan notices the trio on the bench, he reaches his hands out in a grabby motion, struggling to climb off Sirius, who holds onto him tighter, hoisting him further up on his back.

“Want Peanut,” He pouts, and Leo stands up, meeting Sirius halfway and holding his hands out. Sirius grunts as Logan climbs off him and right into Leo’s embrace, wrapping his arms and legs around him.

“Please tell me he’s not always like this,” Nado booms, throwing his head back and laughing. “He’s such a fucking baby when he’s drunk, what the actual fuck.”

Leo smiles wryly, his hands sliding down to Logan’s ass to support his weight. “Swap with me for a day or two and you’ll find out.”

“No,” Logan cries out, burrowing his face into Leo’s neck. “No swap, want you only.”

“Just me? How ‘bout Fish, hmm?” Leo snickers, and the other boys roar with laughter.

“Fish…” Logan hums, and then he lets out a soft oh. “Harzy? Harzy fish?”

Leo looks over at the boys exasperatedly, giving them a look that says look what I have to deal with, but internally, his heart is about to burst with affection.

“Alright, alright, time to go home,” Remus speaks up, him and Sirius now holding a barely awake Finn up, his arms around both their shoulders but his head still barely lifting up to look at the rest. He’s mumbling incoherently, and Remus leans in, humming in question.

“Sleepy,” Finn repeats, marginally louder this time. “Sleepy, want go home, want sleep, want wake up in morning and fu—”

Remus clamps a hand over Finn’s mouth, and he makes an indignant noise as Leo turns red all over again.

“Yeah, okay, I’m gonna call an Uber and lug these two deadweights back. You guys should start calling yours too,” Leo pulls his phone out of his pocket with some difficulty, seeing as Logan’s still being a koala, clutching onto him and dozing off in his arms. He refuses to look anyone in the eyes as he pulls up his Uber app and single-handedly types in the address to the apartment, listening to their obnoxious guffaws.

Less than fifteen minutes later, most of the boys have left, after rounds of goodbyes and thanks for the night out. Only Sirius and Remus are left, waiting for Leo’s Uber to arrive before they book theirs. After a minute or two, a small silver car pulls up in front of them, and Sirius moves to open the car door as Remus gently tugs Finn over. He helps to deposit Finn in the backseat, and Leo places Logan right beside him, before clambering in himself.

He looks up at the pair, smiling tiredly. “Thanks guys, I’ll see you two soon, yeah? Get home safely.”

Sirius and Remus say their goodnights and they shut the car door, stepping away from the car. Leo keeps his eyes on them as the Uber reverses out of the small parking lot and drives off, until they disappear completely from sight.

Turning his head to the other side, he shakes his head yet again at the two boys, now slumped over one another, their heads lolling back and forth slightly as the Uber drives over a speed bump. Still, he can’t wipe the stupid, goofy smile off his face as he leans one hand on Logan’s mop of hair, and lifts his phone with his other hand to snap a picture.

Leaning back into the seat, Leo watches the blur of street lamps and traffic lights whizzing by, his smile reflected in the car window and illuminated by the city’s lights.

#Finn O'Hara #Logan Tremblay #Leo Knut #O'Knutzy #Remus Lupin #Sirius Black #Wolfstar #Sweater Weather #Coast to Coast #Lumosinlove

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outsldcr · 3 years

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task 002 - ethan’s playlist.

when he’s working a shift, ethan almost exclusively lets whoever he’s working with pick the music. only with a select few - those he truly feels comfortable around, or who he knows share his taste in music - does he put on what he actually wants to listen to. usually it’s something that you can’t help but move to, something with a beat driving it and instruments loud enough to drown out anything else around him. there are a few quiet, more melancholic tracks on his playlist, but those are rare. he doesn’t like to dwell on sad songs; ethan needs a distraction. that’s what music is to him - a way of taking all of the things he’s feeling, and letting them go. it’s his release.

track list

basket case - green day

it’s tricky - run-dmc

no sleep till brooklyn - beastie boys

the chain - fleetwood mac

smells like teen spirit - nirvana

when i come around - green day

no scrubs - tlc

buddy holly - weazer

under pressure - queen

the kids aren’t alright - the offspring

what’s my age again? - blink-182

love is dangerous - fleetwood mac

semi-charmed life - third eye blind

my own worst enemy - lit

welcome to paradise - green day

wonderwall - oasis

teenage dirtbag - wheatus

loser - beck

shoop - salt-n-pepa

i want you to want me - cheap trick

closing time - semisonic

hey jealousy - gin blossoms

jumper - third eye blind

you oughta know - alanis morissette

are you gonna go my way - lenny kravitz

come on eileen - dexys midnight runners

the distance - cake

here i go again - whitesnake

fly away - lenny kravitz

good riddance (time of your life) - green day

the explanation

what was the first album that your muse ever bought with their own money?

ethan started working for milhorn & son in an official capacity when he was fifteen, though he’d been doing odd jobs since they opened. he began having spending money, though, once he was officially hired as a cashier. one of the first paychecks he got when to behind the mask by fleetwood mac, a band his older sister erin liked a lot. she got him interested in them, and he’s loved their music ever since.

what sort of music was around your muse’s house growing up ? what do their parent’s listen to ?

the milhorn’s had a wide variety of music they liked. his grandma betty was a fan of blues, and almost exclusively had a very vintage vinyl playing at all times. ruby listened to pop mostly, occasionally putting on disco specifically to make her younger children cringe at how uncool their parents were. ethan’s dad listened to rock and roll and r&b mostly.

what does your muse love about their favorite band ?

ethan found green day at a really formative time. he was just graduating high school, working for his parents and feeling like his life wasn’t headed anywhere in a hurry. he felt stuck, and like he belonged absolutely no where. the dual anger and playfulness that exists in green day’s lyrics just spoke to him - he could feel every emotion they felt when they played their music, and ethan has always wanted to be able to express himself as loudly and proudly as they do.

what’s your muse’s go-to karaoke song ?

prior to this year, ethan would never, ever, under any circumstances do karaoke. even now, he likely would have to be forced on stage by the rest of the band or one of his friends. but if he were forced to perform, i think he would pick something that isn’t super, duper flashy ? he has an amazing great voice, but he doesn’t really go out of his way to show it off. i think he’d pick something probably fairly well known in order to get others to join in, so he could fade into the background. maybe something like heroes by david bowie, jessie’s girl by rick springfield, or semi-charmed life by third eye blind ?

what’s your muse’s preferred way to listen to music ?

he has a cd player / boombox from 1995 that he bought second-hand a year ago. it’s in great shape, and it sits in the corner of his room. whenever he’s home and not trying to practice guitar, he’s got it on quietly in the background.

#volumetask #( task | 002 )#i wanted to make an 8tracks for the full effect but it wouldn't work for me :(#also his karaoke picks are all over the place but i struggled for a long time to pick one #enjoy <3 #( ethan | edits )

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onthevirgeofdestruction · 4 years

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Dreaming While I Wake

Sanders Sides Foster Care AU - Roman-centric Angst & Hurt/Comfort & Abuse Recovery

Roman tries to be upbeat and hopeful despite all the shit that’s happened to him. And a lot of shit has. Luckily, his new foster home is with two literal rays of sunshine (and a sarcastic asshole).

Words: 3,354 Warnings: Spoilers and I’d consider checking them. Characters: Roman, Patton Universe: Dreaming While I Wake Genre: Power Angst

Chapter 20

chapter 1 for new readers - ffn mirror

“I’m so glad Mr. Hartley could find your brother and put us on the approved visitor list. It sounds like he had to pull a lot of strings to do it,” Patton flashed a smile quickly to Roman before looking back at the road. Roman fidgeted lightly with his hands and watched the road for a moment. He was still worried and was tired as shit for having to wake up early to drive out there for the visiting hours. Well, it was only a little early for the Sanders house but Roman still was the worst at sleeping. Especially when he knew he was going to finally see his brother the next day.

“Thanks again for being willing to drive me out,” Roman mumbled and curled into his jacket a bit. “You really don’t think he’ll be mad at me for not calling and stuff?” Roman asked nervously, glancing at Patton. Patton kept his eyes on the road.

“I think if you explain what happened he’ll probably understand,” Patton said plainly. That didn’t particularly inspire confidence in Roman. He side-eyed Patton for a moment, but Patton added nothing else.

“Hm, I’m hearing a maybe,” Roman said seriously, tugging at his seat belt to shift it away from his cracked rib again.

“Well, I can’t see everything, kiddo,” Patton smiled knowingly for someone saying he didn’t know. “But he’s your brother, and that didn’t go away with distance,” Roman hummed, not really agreeing or disagreeing. He wanted to believe Remus wouldn’t hate him. He just also had a ‘wildly miscalibrated’ sense of whether or not people hate him, according to Thomas. But even if his sense is off, it was a loud one and he didn’t know how to ignore it. Roman yawned and leaned back the seat a little, watching the road again.

“I know this is early for you. I can put the radio on classical or something and you can take a nap. The weekend visiting hours are offensively short and early,” Patton muttered bitterly. “You should be able to visit your kids and siblings all day on the weekend, not between 8 and 10 am. Who do they think they are? The state prison has better visiting hours!” Patton started ranting in frustration.

“I’m a 15-year-old felon, I can’t answer these questions,” Roman rubbed his head. It kind of hurt from Pat’s rambling. Or the lack of sleep. Or the knowledge there will be guards there. Or the roiling fear in him that Remus hated him now, and that he had every right to as someone in juvie while Roman had such a nice place to stay. Maybe there were lots of reasons his head could hurt.

“You’re not a felon, kiddo,” Patton furrowed his eyebrows, looking miffed. Roman just crossed his arms lightly and raised his eyebrow. “Well, not a convicted felon, anyway,” Patton trailed off slightly. “Let’s not bring up the whole drug trafficking thing at the JDC,” Patton chuckled nervously, shooting a look at Roman.

“Yeah, I definitely tell everybody about my crimes,” Roman’s tone was dripping with sarcasm as he rolled his eyes. “Thomas says I thought I was dead. That’s basically the only circumstance I ever planned to tell anyone,” Roman huffed angrily, though it was entirely at himself for letting it slip. He really didn’t like anybody knowing about it. Though Virgil was chill about it. At least that was something. Patton and Thomas, on the other hand? Roman wasn’t sure they had chill anymore.

“I suppose we should avoid panic attacks, then,” Patton said, sounding concerned and tapping his steering wheel with his fingers as he steered.

“Sure, I’ll turn off the panic switch,” Roman flipped his hand and mimed toggling a switch sarcastically. He looked out the passenger window, gripping his seatbelt in his hands both as something grounding but to keep it off his ribs again.

“Young man, I understand you’re scared and tired, but maybe turn down the sarcasm a notch,” Patton said seriously. Roman huffed indignantly, but sighed and dropped his arms after a moment.

“Sorry,” Roman mumbled and fiddled with his jeans.

“I don’t think marijuana charges should be a thing in the first place, by the way. I don’t think that in a just world you’d be a felon,” Patton said, consolingly. Roman winced and looked to Patton for a moment, deciding if he should correct him or not.

“You like honesty, right?” Roman sighed, looking over to Patton nervously. He may as well get this over with.

“Yes, I do! But I don’t like the sound of that question. Not in the context of this conversation, anyway,” Patton said nervously and gripped the steering wheel as if to brace himself.

“I guess because it’s hard to picture a teenager dealing anything harder than weed, or something? But there’s a reason I said drugs. It was just weed… at first. It… didn’t stay that way. Expenses went up. And it went from some very nice engineers who grew it outside of town to real mafia-type drug suppliers. That’s how the whole having guns pointed at me thing happened. We were kind of in over our heads, honestly. I was just making deliveries to white guys in flip-flops who’d tip well if I did magic tricks for them, other than visiting the engineers. It wasn’t that bad,” Roman swallowed. “Then it got worse, and I had to carry a gun just to protect myself and… it just wasn’t good. I’d still be a felon in a more just world,” Roman confessed quietly.

“You didn’t have to use the gun, did you, kiddo?” Patton asked, sounding deeply troubled and gripping the steering wheel enough to make his knuckles pale.

Roman held himself and swallowed heavily. “Can we not talk about this?” Roman mumbled, hating to have to remember this part. Hating himself for ever having to do it. Roman gripped his seatbelt again, unable to deal and trying to focus on literally anything else. Like the texture of the seat-belt strap and how it was weirdly sharp feeling or the signs through the window.

“I think we might need to,” Patton said carefully, but he was clearly holding back something by the expression on his face.

“First shot’s a warning shot. Second shot was to the legs,” Roman muttered. “That’s… that’s all I’m willing to say about it,” Roman said weakly, trying his damnedest not to remember.

“I suppose it’s a good thing you’re seeing a psychiatrist,” Patton swallowed. “I’m impressed at how strong you are to carry this guilt for so long, champ. At least you never intended to hurt anybody, right?” Patton said as evenly as Roman assumed as he could manage. He didn’t sound so sure that Roman never wanted to, though, and Roman felt like a dirtbag for it.

“No, I didn’t wake up thinking ‘I’m going to shoot some guy today’,” Roman said sarcastically. “I already know I’m not a good person. You don’t have to try to make excuses for me,” He added weakly and stared at his feet as the seatbelt cut into his hands from twisting it so tightly.

“Good and bad are a lot more complex than that. I know this stuff makes me uncomfortable, but your choices now are what matter. Not your choices when you had nothing but ultimatums in your life. It doesn’t sound like you wanted to make those choices, either,” Patton said thoughtfully, sounding resolute despite the shakiness in his voice.

“Learning to shoot a gun was cool,” Roman supplied weakly. There were things he liked that he knew he shouldn’t have. He enjoyed learning new stuff. He liked people cheering when he did sleight-of-hand tricks. He liked having enough money to buy his own clothes and pick what he ate and buy his own things. He liked some of the stoners. They were funny. He even liked Jet. “Jet’s a d-bag in high-pressure situations, but he was pretty chill most of the time. We hung out often, even though he’s years older than me. I didn’t hate all of it,” Roman admitted, loosening up on the seatbelt a bit.

Jet was the only person who knew, other than repeat customer stoners. But even they didn’t know it was Roman. There was one who invited him in to play Assassin’s Creed and Mortal Kombat, who saw him without the mask. Not that Roman would admit to playing those to Patton. Roman was certain that guy was just lonely and enjoyed talking to someone and probably thought Roman was older than he was. He was nice either way. He even let Roman stay with him one night to avoid a bad situation at home. There were plenty of things Roman liked about it that he knew he shouldn’t have.

“Finding joy when you’re in a terrible situation is okay and also doesn’t make you a bad person. It still just means you were trying to survive,” Patton reminded him. “You could have turned out much worse if you didn’t find ways to be happy with access to a gun and drugs. Well, you could have turned out much worse with any of those factors,” Patton said, sounding kind of strangely impressed.

“Yeah, I hope Jet’s okay,” Roman admitted quietly and looked back out the passenger window again.

“I hope he found a home that helped him out, too. But I am still proud of you for turning out so… okay, despite everything,” Patton offered, sounding genuinely pleased. Was that supposed to make sense?

“You and Thomas have done nothing but say I’m not okay since I got here,” Roman scoffed as he objected and rolled his eyes.

“Well, we had to re-evaluate where the bar was with new information. You’re okay, in a sense, for somebody in the situations you’ve been in… seeing as you don’t have a drug habit and are, well, you’re here. You still have to see the psychiatrist, though. You’re not okay in another sense,” Patton said resolutely.

“That’s so confusing,” Roman groaned and gestured in frustration. “Mr. Hartley said there’s no way to stop the state from having access to my medical records,” Roman pouted angrily. “You know I don’t want that.”

“We’re going to figure out the problems as they come. But Thomas and I aren’t equipped to help you. We will continue to be there for you and happy to assist, but you have lots of things that you need professional help to break down and rebuild into something healthier and more sustainable. For one, Thomas is really freaked out about you scratching at yourself when you panic. We don’t know how to stop that, and you can’t keep living life like that. It’s not safe or healthy,” Patton said firmly with a glance towards Roman.

“I can just wear gloves all the time like a movie villain,” Roman rolled his eyes. Patton was letting him leave them off for now, but they were in Roman’s pocket in case Patton changed his mind.

“Roman, it’s a temporary solution that you clearly don’t enjoy,” Patton said, shaking his head.

“I don’t like the reminder,” Roman sighed. “And I’m not wearing them at school. I’d get harassed non-stop,” Roman grumbled. “What if I pull a Virgil and refuse to see the psychiatrist?” Roman said hopefully, but it came out more aggressively than intended.

“We’re signing up Virgil for to talk to a psychiatrist online. We realize now that it’s dangerous to keep waiting for you two to want it for yourselves. Just because Virgil hasn’t had non-car related panic attacks we’ve seen doesn’t mean he’s not quietly at-risk while he sits alone in his room. He has trouble connecting to people, and we realize that it’s more dangerous to let go unchecked than we thought. We thought it just meant he couldn’t be around cars. We didn’t know there was a whole slew of other things that might be making his life harder,” Patton explained and used that serious parent tone.

“Thomas said that he had nine out of the fifteen things the ER doctor mentioned, and that’s without him talking to us. It will take some time to get him to talk to somebody, so setting up appointments now, even if doesn’t respond in earnest right away, is better than putting it off and it takes even longer. You boys might even need to be on some medications,” Patton said, sounding sympathetic despite the fact they were forcing this on him.

“I don’t want to go on meds,” Roman said angrily, refusing to meet his eyes and watching the rearview mirror.

“I’m on anti-depressants and Thomas is on anti-anxiety medications. There’s no shame in it. They seem scary at first, and they can be when you’re adjusting to them, but they’re there to improve your life and make it easier. It’s just like I have to take an allergy pill every day to treat cats. I could just suffer through the stuffy nose and watery eyes, but I don’t have to,” Patton admitted.

“Why in the world did you become a vet if you’re allergic to cats?” Roman asked incredulously.

“They’re just so fluffy! It’s not a severe allergy,” Patton cooed. “But seriously kiddo, kinda hoping to die quietly isn’t healthy. It might mean you have a chemical imbalance and need medical intervention so you don’t take risks since you don’t care if you live or die,” Patton said more seriously, looking sad.

“I care if I live,” Roman drawled defensively. “I wouldn’t have done anything I did to protect myself in the past if I didn’t care if I lived or not,” Roman spat bitterly, not able to even look at Patton.

“But you think things would be easier if you didn’t have to live anymore, right? That it would be nice if you just didn’t wake up one day? Maybe a coma sounds nice? Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if you died in a freak accident?” Patton insinuated and Roman bit his tongue with a frustrated exhale through his nose. “I told you kiddo, I’m on anti-depressants. I’m not in your exact same boat, but I do know a little about what you’re going through. You’re very high energy for somebody with depression, but I’m not a people doctor and there’s probably more going on than we see. Which is another excellent reason to get you properly diagnosed. So we can get you the right tools to cope and recovery for everything we know and don’t know you have,” Roman hated that this all started to make sense. He still didn’t want to do any of it. The thought terrified him. But he wished it didn’t make sense, still.

“You kinda get it, right? Is it… is it normal to still believe I’m okay and don’t need help?” Roman asked quietly.

“I think anybody who gets shut down when they ask for help long enough will eventually convince themselves they’re okay and fine on their own just to cope. But I also think both you and I know you’re not okay on some level and your brain’s just trying to play catch up with that fact since you’ve had to be ‘okay’ for so long,” Patton suggested kindly, but it still kind of hurt to hear. Roman curled in on himself slightly. Another thing he wished didn’t make sense.

“Try to sit up straight, Roman, your rib needs room to heal. I know it feels counter-intuitive when you feel vulnerable,” Roman wanted to object to being vulnerable, but he tried to straighten out, anyway. Maybe he was feeling vulnerable and not bitter. It sort of seemed like he’d have to re-learn some feelings from the ground up because he was doing them wrong.

“So, we’re almost there. Do you want to discuss what you will say to him to explain what happened?” Patton suggested genially. Roman considered it before shaking his head slowly.

“No, I’m not the best at following plans or even saying the things I mean to say. There’s not much of a point to that,” Roman sighed. “I’m just going to… try,” Roman said, kind of wishing he had something better to say. Or some way to convince Remus to forgive him. Or something better to give him. Just… he wished for lots of things.

“That’s all we can do sometimes,” Patton said brightly. It was weird how he could flip his moods like that. Roman still felt kind of off from their conversation. Maybe Patton was just good at hiding things. “Sorry that I accidentally kept you up instead of letting you nap on the way over,” Patton apologized.

“I’m probably too nervous about seeing Remus again to have taken a nap either way. I keep thinking I’m not going to recognize him for some reason. Or he won’t recognize me. But that doesn’t make any sense. And it’s not the only completely unreasonable thing going through my head,” Roman admitted sheepishly.

“It’s not unreasonable that he’d look different, kiddo, it’s been 4 years,” Patton said softly.

“What are you talking about?” Roman asked incredulously, looking to Patton and furrowing his eyebrows.

“Four years is a long time! You’ve both done lots of growing, I’m sure,” Patton possibly attempted to explain. What the hell was he talking about? Holy shit, did Patton not know? Oh, he had to see Patton’s face when he found out. Roman wasn’t saying a damn thing.

“Still. I just don’t think I would have rested well,” Roman said dismissively. He at least had something to look forward to. Remus used to love this kind of thing, too, so maybe Remus would laugh, and that would be worth it.

“All right, we need to leave our personal effects in the car according to the website. Put your phone, keys, and wallet in the glove box if you have any of them,” Patton said. Roman shifted slightly to extract his stuff while Patton pulled into the parking lot. Roman closed his things into the glove box and looked around the lot. God, this place was… depressing. It’s a giant concrete box, and it feels… wrong. Haunted, maybe. Just bad. Patton slipped his phone in the glove box and locked it before they both got out of the car.

Patton had to show his ID, and it took a bit of arguing, but they managed to find him and Roman on the approved visitor list after about 10 minutes. It was ridiculous that Roman wasn’t allowed to see his own brother under normal circumstances. Patton was right about that. They don’t have parents for Roman to come in with. Getting Patton and Roman on the approved list was probably the social worker equivalent of an act of god. Roman would have to thank him properly when he saw him next month. Maybe Patton would let him bake him cookies or something. Roman waited on one of the few chairs in the lobby until they were finally able to go through x-ray and security. They weren’t allowed to bring much to him, but Patton brought a bag of chocolates for Remus, which was nice.

The security guard brought them to a weird steel and concrete cafeteria-looking room, where they picked a table and were told to wait while they fetched Remus. Roman’s foot started tapping, and that hurt like a mother fuck, so he managed to move his nervous energy to drum on the table with his fingers. Patton tolerated the noise and offered him a soft smile every time he looked nervously to Patton as they waited. This part made Roman so restless it physically hurt. The guards made him nervous enough, but seeing his brother for the first time in 4 years was a whole new level. He fought to keep himself as level as he could with the sheer joy from the knowledge that at least, after all this time, he’d finally get to see Remus again.

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cowboycostume · 3 years

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So thanks @thylaseraph I literally never get tagged. but I guess if I’m trying to be better at tumblr in 2020 I ought to do it.

rules: answer 28 questions and tag 20 blogs you are contractually obligated to know better

1. name/nickname: Miranda

2. gender: lady, she/her,

3. star sign: virgo! honestly prettty accurate. except plus adhd, so i am waay too into organization but also have trash blindness, so everything LOOKS a wreck but I’m p good at finding what I’m looking for

4. height: between 5′7″ and 5′8″

5. time: 11:30

6. birthday: september 15!

7. favorite bands/groups: Rainbow Kitten Surprise, Caamp, Cold War Kids, Led Zeppelin, the lonely island, My Chemical Romance, blink-182,

8. favorite solo artists: Ryn Weaver, Machine Gun Kelly, Briston Maroney

9. song stuck in my head: teenage dirtbag - wheatus

10. last movie: uh, Victor Frankenstein

11. last show: surprisingly not supernatural. Brooklyn 99

12. when did i create this blog: ...I have been here since 2010. so, yeah. 2010.

13. what do i post: whatever the fuck I want. currently mostly Supernatural, but usually a mix of fandom stuff and aesthetic and politics. and any fic i write.

14. last thing googled: the distance between Lebanon KS and Canton OH, so yeah guys if you were wondering what I’m working on..

15. other blogs: technically? I have one ~aesthetic~ blog I made in HS when a) people actually used tumblr as a site to follow their real life friends and b) I DID NOT want most of my irl people to follow my fandom blog so

16. do i get asks: infrequently! but I welcome them all the time!

17. why i chose my url: because it was 2010 and I was in the throes of Doctor Who fandom. and medusacascade was taken, so. and i’m too indecisive to change it to something else. y’all out here changing urls at a whim, not me.

18. following: 1082 (jeesh, but half of them are probs inactive from a decade ago)

19. followers: 378! might fuck around and do a 400 celebration, idk, but i love you guys, and i wish you all the best!

20. average hours of sleep: uh, anywhere from 5 to 13, i never know how the night will go.

21. lucky number: is it cliche to say 7?

22. instruments: uh I have played violin, flute, and bass, but i have exactly 0 dedication, so

23. what am i wearing: pajamas

24. dream job: i like my current job. but i would love to be like an editor or a screenwriter

25. dream trip: Germany. or Central Africa

26. favorite food:

27. nationality: sigh, american.

28. favorite song: this year? It’s Called: Freefall by RKS

29. last book read: currently rereading The Gunslinger by Stephen King (the book is 1000x better than the movie don’t @ me unless it is to ask about my fancast) also reading a collection of spec fiction about robots, by i can’t remember the title

30. top three fictional universes: uh, I gotta say it y’all. Supernatural. Would I survive there? no, I am a woman and a bisexual. but it is my favorite. also the Dark Tower universe is also my favorite. I might survive there, but probs would die of radiation poisoning. and lastly, I’m gonna go with Middle Earth, but only if I can be a non-adventuring hobbit and just be barefoot and garden and get drunk all the time.

uh, idk, i’m in no way gonna be able to tag 20 people, so i’ll go with

@hepalien @casismymrdarcy @heller-jensen @beautifulsaladkitten and @disasterbisexualwinchester

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rome-roy · 4 years

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today’s aesthetic:

you’re sat in the quiet of the house, it’s getting darker. in the distance, from another room, teenage dirtbag is playing. you think about someone that you miss.

#I need to turn on a light

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forkanna · 5 years

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Thanks for coming along on this historic journey! Don't worry, a Part II will be forthcoming after a short break to do more editing, but we thought it best for Part I to wind up with Anna returning to her own time (despite that not being how the movies are divided). Don't forget to follow this account for updates! We hope you'll keep reading along with us!

-Frui and Jess

The next thing Anna knew, she was being tossed into an open trunk, the lid slammed down on her and closing her off into darkness. At least Hans and his 'crew' didn't seem to be murderers, just jerks. That thought didn't really comfort her, knowing exactly what was going through Hans' head.

'I'm gonna kill him,' ran through her own. She couldn't even be sure she was exaggerating; not if he went through with what she thought he was doing. All their lives, he had been this kind of dirtbag? How could everyone look the other way? How had no one run him out of town?!

"HEY!" she screamed, pounding at the inside and flailing, rocking the vehicle. She heard some laughter and shouts from outside. "Let me out! You can't do this!"

She yelled and screamed, beating the ceiling of the trunk until her hands felt swollen and bruised. Time had no meaning, and she felt frustrated tears drip down her face. It wasn't fair.

She didn't know how long she had been trying to fight her way out of the car before suddenly the lid was being prised open. Never before had she been so glad to see a group of complete strangers.

"What the…?"

"Hey!" she panted, and when one of them reached in, she flinched. But she took it when she realised this was a friendly hand, not an aggressive one. "Oh… th-thank you, I'm… I didn't mean-"

"It's alright, girl," the man said, eyes narrowed in concern. The rest of them were preoccupied, having turned back to check on one of their friends once they were certain the girl was alive and seemed to be okay. She briefly saw that he seemed to be cradling his arm or something, but she couldn't stay.

"Thank you. God, thank you SO much, but my friend is…" Oh God. Elsa. As she took off, she heard them shouting in concern, but she couldn't waste any more time. Elsa was in trouble!

When she finally turned the corner, she was just in time to see the grand finale. Hans was standing outside the Gremlin's door… and then sliding down its surface, plopping onto the ground in an unconscious heap. What the hell had happened while she was gone?

Kristoff happened.

Both of Anna's fists had to come up to rub at her eyes, just to make sure they weren't deceiving her. Kristoff, of all the people in the universe, was standing over Hans, his fist flecked with blood. His barrel chest was heaving, and his eyes slightly unfocused in vague shock. Then he began to laugh breathlessly, dazed.

"Son of a bitch," she managed to whisper, noticing that a crowd was beginning to form around her, slightly cutting off her view of the mayhem. Perhaps that was for the best. Finally, finally her parents were together. They made their way towards the hall, though Anna could see Elsa looking around for her. She didn't want to interrupt, but she was cognisant of the time – and the fact that, the last Elsa had seen of her, she was being dragged off by Hans' cronies.

The thing that pained Anna was simply the desperation with which she wanted to go to Elsa, make sure she was okay. Comfort her if necessary. But that was not what Elsa – or she – needed. They both needed that privilege to belong to Kristoff; Elsa because he had been the one to save her, and Anna because, really, he'd saved her too. Smiling to herself, she turned to follow them at a distance. Perhaps she should go and find Principal Weselton, make sure he knew what the "star athlete" was doing to his fellow classmates.

Pulling out the photograph – more a way to calm her mind than anything – Anna was prepared to let Elsa have a dance and then announce her sudden departure from their lives.

Her heart stopped when she realised her brother hadn't returned. Not only that, but half of her sister was missing.

The plan failed.

Turning around, she began to stumble back the way she had come, gaping at the item in her hand. So much so that she bumped into one of the tall, dark, handsome men that had rescued her from the trunk-prison.

"Oh, sorry," she breathed. "I didn't mean to-"

"Don't even worry about it." His voice was weary as he turned around. "We're getting out of here, anyway. Glad you're alright, girl. Wish I had some shoes to loan you."

But she couldn't worry about shoes at the moment. She had just noticed they were all dressed in tuxedos. Much worse – they were all in the same tuxedos. A sneaking suspicion came over her when she saw one of the men nursing a cut across his palm.

"Are you… why are you guys leaving?" she asked, still not fully sure why she needed to know. Call it a gut feeling; this was important. She just didn't consciously realise why yet.

"Look at Marvin's hand," he said, tapping the bandage. There was blood leaking through the gauze. "I might be the golden throat of our act, but without him on the axe, we don't really have a show. And if we don't have a show, then we sure as hell don't need to be hangin' around a bunch of nerdy white teenagers for no goddamn reason."

"Sorry, Seb," the guy hissed. "Thought I could jimmy the lock with the crowbar, but…"

"Don't sweat it. You know it wasn't on purpose, we all do. There was a girl in trouble; what kind of men would we be if we didn't try?"

"Wait… you're the band." All five of them turned to glare at her. "So I'm a little slow. Are you saying that… you can't go in there and perform? Oh… this is… not great." She swayed on the spot, and shaking her head, she turned to them, desperate. "You don't understand. If you don't play, they don't dance. If they don't dance, they don't kiss, they never fall in love and I'm history."

"What? Look, Little Orphan Annie, unless you know someone who can play, we don't got a choice, do we?"

Ignoring the comment about her red hair, Anna thought fast. This was why she was still disappearing! Because her mother and father shared their first kiss at this dance! There seemed to be only one way to prevent this disaster now.

"Wait! Hey, you need a guitarist, right? I can play. Let me help, please?"

The men looked between themselves, seemingly communicating nonverbally. "You think you can keep up with us?" one asked. Grinning, Anna nodded.

"Think you can keep up with me?"

~ o ~

Being on stage was a dream come true. And scary. Anna was grateful that she wasn't expected to sing this time, because she was afraid the tremble in her throat would be too obvious – plus something something space-time continuum. She should be keeping a lower profile than this, but she didn't have much choice anymore.

As soon as Elsa caught sight of her, her eyes lit up, a soft smile playing on her lips. Raising her fingertips to her lips, Anna pressed them there for a moment before flicking out towards Elsa, encouraging her to turn back to dance with Kristoff. It was as close as she could get.

The next song chosen was a classic – perfect, too, as painful as it was. Yet another reason Anna was glad she wasn't singing; she'd probably start crying halfway through. The previous upbeat pop tune faded out, and then Sebastian took a step closer to he microphone, clearing his throat as their pianist began to play.

"This one's a little slower for all you lovers to get super close." It seemed cheesy banter was part and parcel of being a band at a high school dance.

When her cue came up, Anna lent her electric guitar skills, sending note after soaring note to wash over the crowd. The few guys who had looked at her dubiously when they saw some chick in a prom dress holding a guitar began to shrug and turn back toward their dates. Indifference was better than being booed off the stage.

"I wanted to be with you alone," Seb started crooning. "And talk about the weather…"

Anna was really glad they were playing 'contemporary' hits. Dances seemed to have a tendency to want to push 'older music' because it was safer and more family-appropriate, even though families didn't attend homecoming-slash-autumn dances. But 80s pop was right in her wheelhouse. She didn't know a lot of Flamingos or Penguins, but she knew the hell out of Tears For Fears.

"Something happens, and I'm head over heels – I never find out till I'm head over heels…"

As she looked on, Kristoff and Elsa began to sway gently on the dance floor. She looked right at home in his arms, even if she didn't look as excited as she had been in Anna's. This was the safer option… but 'safe' had a different meaning now that she had been rescued by the sandy-haired boy. He loved her enough to stand up to a bully who struck actual terror into his heart all throughout high school – perhaps all throughout his life. That was enough to turn any girl's head.

So Anna played her heart out, watched as they danced together. Her head was getting lighter, and her stomach felt a little odd… but she ignored it as best she could. Just had to get through this song.

When she saw Elsa looking at her over his shoulder, eyebrows raised, a thousand emotions swimming through her vision, Anna only flashed a smile she didn't truly feel and nodded. When she had a half-second, she raised her other hand and waved her on. That seemed to be all Elsa needed; permission from the girl she had just gone further with than ever before. Encouragement to let what was happening unfold.

Unfortunately, the action had the effect of knocking Anna off-balance. She stumbled to the side, strumming horribly off-key. Somewhere in her periphery, she noticed Sebastian watching her, eyebrow quirked. Yeah, she really wasn't doing as well as she thought she would; where had all her skill gone?

Eyes trained on where Elsa and Kristoff were currently making eyes at each other, she couldn't help but smile…

…before she tipped right over, landing rather heavily on her side. Fucking oww. Putting her hand out to try and push herself up, it instead slipped on something that had fallen from her bra. Her head felt light, and she couldn't seem to get enough air into her lungs. Fingers finally managing to grasp whatever it was on the ground, she brought it up to her face.

Oh. The picture. Except now her sister had vanished, too. Right in front of her eyes, before they slowly began to fill with tears, Anna could see herself slowly fading.

It felt really crummy, too. Especially when she saw the hand actually holding the picture was fading – in real life. She was going to disappear.

"Well… that sucks," she whispered. But if this was going to be her last moment, then she didn't want to spend it thinking of dark things. Not when there were better things to look at. Swallowing her tears, she let the picture drop, gaze alighting on Elsa instead.

Apparently, some girl with black hair and a perm had cut in and was now dancing with Kristoff. Elsa looked a little annoyed, but she was sighing and turning toward the stage, resigned to letting him go. Eventually, she dodged around some other guy who tried to ask her to dance and headed toward the stage.

"No," Anna breathed in dismay. If she was going to go, she wanted to know Elsa would be taken care of…

And somehow, she heard her. Even over the song, which was muddling through without her guitar, and the chattering crowd, her mother's eyes perked up to see her – and they immediately filled with concern. But Anna mustered the last of her strength and pointed – with the less-invisible hand – at Kristoff. Just as Sebastian was singing, "Don't throw it away," Anna's mouth very clearly formed the words:

"Get him back!"

Elsa glanced between the two of them, and seemed as if she was going to protest… until she saw Kristoff sighing and rolling his eyes. Probably at something the unknown girl had said.

It was almost like magic. Even as Elsa began to stride toward them with a purpose, Anna felt energy slowly trickling back into her limbs. And when she watched her non-violent mother reach between them and physically shove the other girl's face backward until she left room for Jesus, her heart began to beat wildly.

"Don't worry," Elsa told him as she took one of his hands and rested the other on his shoulder. "I'm not going anywhere."

And as she leaned up to give him a kiss – a kiss that barely even qualified, really, as her lips pressed against his cheek, yet was so full of thanks and friendship, if not the blossoming beginnings of love – Anna surged to her feet and began to play again.

"And this is my four-leaf clover…" Sebastian sang, smiling as he saw Anna recover. Along with him and the rest of the band, Anna began to sing the backup "La la la la la" as she strummed, and they kept that up far longer than the original song required. She decided she was alright with that.

As the song reached its end, the words "Funny how time flies" echoing unnaturally, the students all began to cheer and clap. Anna took that opportunity to glance at her hand, then hastily look at the picture. It was back. Well, her siblings were wearing slightly different clothes, but all three of them were in the picture again, flashing similar plastic smiles and waving. She did it. Unbelievably, she didn't screw something up for once!

God she felt good. An energy, unfamiliar, seemed to fill her. Moving towards Sebastian, she said, "Mind a request for the next song?"

"Heh, sure thing kid," he said, stepping back from the microphone. Opening the floor to her. Beaming, she took the spot even as she turned to glance at the band.

"Now okay, this is a classic. We're gonna switch up the tempo and have a bit of fun with it, though."

Shooting a wink out into the crowd – aimed more specifically at one particular couple – she began the first few bars. It took the band a few seconds to get into it, but they must have really known their stuff because they played along perfectly.

And then Anna started sing, and she was really in her zone.

"Goddess on a mountain top," she cried. Looking over the crowd, it made her pretty damn happy that the kids were getting into it. A few looked confused, and a couple were mumbling amongst themselves. Ahh, who cared? "Burning like a silver flame!"

Elsa looked up, briefly, to smile at her again. This time, the wink was most certainly for one particular person. Ducking her head, Elsa turned back to Kristoff. He was uncoordinated and looked a bit awkward, but he was smiling, and Elsa was smiling. As she approached the chorus, Anna watched Kristoff lean down a little to ask Elsa something.

When Elsa glanced at Anna, eyes wide, she had an idea of what he asked. So, grinning, she gave a nod. The kiss Kristoff gave her was short and sweet. Barely a peck. But it was on her lips, and Elsa kissed back, and Anna's veins may have been on fire for all she knew. Maybe she did have mixed feelings about it, since she and Elsa had just pushed the bonds of friendship really far in her car less than an hour ago, but…

Everything was going to be okay. The world was not going to end, there would be no paradox, and her parents were together.

Therefore, the scream was very naturally welling up from the depths of her soul just before she got to the chorus. Putting one bare foot up on the monitor speaker, she leaned in as she sang out.

"She's got it! Yeah, baby, she's got it! Well I'm your Venus, I'm your fire and your desire!"

~ o ~

The rest of the dance went off without a hitch. Elsa and Kristoff smiled at her between their gyrations. Maybe they weren't the most sensual couple out there, the very "nerdy white teenagers" the band had bemoaned, but at least they looked like they were having fun. Anna could take that all the way to the bank. Save for one final incident in which she started mashing up random Katy Perry lyrics in with 'Venus', which made the rest of the band a little confused, they sounded great together.

"Another song?" Sebastian asked as she took off the guitar strap. "Don't gotta run off like this; you're a pretty bad mama jama!"

"Actually, I do," she laughed. "Wish I could stay, but… yeah, gotta bounce!"

As she sprinted backstage, he called after her, "Bounce what?!"

However, just as she was trying to slip out the side door, she saw Kristoff and Elsa heading in her direction. They had clearly already spotted her, so there was no use in trying to flee. She had been hoping to avoid this talk, but she stopped moving, hanging out as close to the door as she could get. It had to be getting late now so she couldn't stay for long, but they deserved better.

"TORI!" Elsa cried. Perhaps she had forgotten that she was surrounded by her schoolmates, and that Kristoff was standing right next to her. Maybe even the couple of swigs of alcohol from earlier was to blame. Either way, Anna was surprised when Elsa threw her arms around her, pressing a subtle kiss to her cheek.

"Wha-"

"That was amazing! I don't know where you got the idea for a dance-mix of Venus, but man, it worked!"

"Heh, thanks!" Wait, wasn't it already released? Damn; yet another time-travel screwup. "Well, I just got uh, inspired," she said. Then, looking between the two of them, continued, "So, uh… you guys, huh? Didn't I tell you?!"

Elsa looked away, light embarrassment coating her features. "After- after you were dragged away, Hans started to uh… But then Kristoff must have heard, or seen something, because then Hans was getting pulled off me and Kristoff punched him and- and I'm…" Here, her voice lowered. Kristoff could probably still hear it but he was doing a very good job of pretending like he couldn't, instead being completely taken with the band – which didn't sound nearly as good without a guitarist. "Is it possible to be like… part-lesbian?" she asked softly. Anna snorted, then smiled.

"You can be whatever you want, Elsa. You don't even have to label yourself at all if you don't want to. But I think 'bisexual' is the term you're looking for – if it applies. Totally up to you."

Elsa nodded thoughtfully. "Bisexual… I'll remember that word. Sounds kind of weird, but… but I think it's the perfect word for me. You think about things really differently from anyone I've ever met. You know, I'd love to come see where you live sometime; it sounds completely radical."

"It is," she chuckled, looking down in slight chagrin. "And I think you might like it there, but… that probably can't happen. Not for a long while, anyway. Wish I could say otherwise."

They were all quiet for a moment. It was Kristoff who first murmured, "You're taking off, aren't you? After tonight."

"Yeah." She had to work very, very hard to ignore Elsa's stricken gaze. That was too painful. "Um… but you two looked great together out there. I called it, right? Didn't I call it?"

As she was fingergunning, they both laughed. Then Kristoff chuckled, "You 'called it', I guess. I mean, I knew I liked her; just didn't think I stood a snowball's chance in Hell."

"Well now you know. And, um…" This was her last chance to set their future on the right path. Maybe she should leave well enough alone, but… "Don't forget to communicate. Always important; as long as you talk to each other, you can figure your way around any obstacle. Three children, three years apart, is the perfect number. Don't forget what I said about alcohol," she added to Elsa a little more specifically, even as she was still blushing from the last comment. "And um… if you ever catch a little girl accidentally setting fire to the living room rug when she's about eight… go easy on her?"

"Um… okay, we will," Kristoff laughed, pulling Anna into a hug. "Your advice might be mondo bizarro, but it seems to turn out to be just what we need to know, so… yeah, I'll never forget any of it."

"Follow your dreams, writer," she whispered to him before letting him go. "And it's been great getting to know both of you. Really, um… educational."

Then she turned to pad out of the gym. Her feet were beginning to protest being shoeless for so long, but she couldn't even care; the cool outside air refreshed her, and she felt contentment all throughout her body. The digital watch Doc had given her still had yet to go off; they weren't late. As long as she kept to this timetable-

"Wait," came a soft plea from behind her.

As she had already come to accept, Anna was completely helpless when it came to Elsa. The bleach-blonde gave a furtive glance around, then took Anna's hand to lead her closer to the door. Kristoff was facing away from them and watching the band again, but now that Anna thought about it, he was acting as a pretty good buffer from the rest of the hall. Maybe that was on purpose.

Even when they'd stopped moving, Elsa didn't say anything. Her eyes roamed Anna's face, the feeling of want, etched deep, that had become so familiar over the past week cascading from her in waves. She hadn't released Anna's hand – and when she realised that, she only held on tighter.

"Do you have to go? I- will I ever see you again?" she asked. Her voice was soft, but Anna had the feeling that, had it been louder, the tremble would have been more obvious. God. Now Anna wanted to cry. She was about to go home and never see this Elsa again. No, she could only look forward to a mother who was barely present, her only saving grace being that she was never abusive. But neither was she much of a mother.

And the saddest part was that… it was Elsa's future. This bright spark of a girl would be reduced to nothing but the vodka bottles strewn haphazardly on the floor next to her bed. Anna couldn't answer. Her chest felt heavy and her head throbbed; though at least this time it wasn't from her rapidly-fading existence. In that moment, she realised why Doc had been so adamant about not knowing the future. It cursed and it cursed; not only oneself, but the people they cared about too.

Swallowing, she tried a smile. "Maybe…" she said finally. "When you least expect it, and the time is right. No- no promises, though." Oh god, and now Elsa was tearing up. She released one of Anna's hands to wipe at her face.

"I think I love you," she choked. Valiantly giving a pathetic smile. Anna sniffled.

"I know I love you, Elsa," Anna responded. She wasn't sure what kind of love that was anymore, but clear as day, it was there. She could lie to herself, but right now, in this moment, she refused to lie to Elsa. Still, there was a mission to maintain. "But you belong with Kristoff. Okay? I just wish-"

But whatever she wished was cut off as Elsa surged forward, pressing their lips together one last time. Anna, who had been holding the future of her whole family on her shoulders, crumpled under the crushing weight. Desperation fueled her lips as they savored Elsa's. A thousand decisions which may have doomed them all drew a fierce tremble from her hands, and she clung to the only support she had.

A guttural sob rolled up Anna's throat, which she quashed into a desperate whimper. Her knees buckled. She didn't even feel when she sank to the steps, nor when strong, familiar arms encircled her. All she felt was the absence of lips on her own — and in that moment, her tears stopped.

"You've… you've got somewhere to be, huh?" Elsa's eyes were bright and wide as she brushed her thumbs along Anna's wet cheeks. A meek nod followed, and Elsa pressed a kiss to each rosy cheek. "I'll see you again. Like, in the future?"

Despite everything, Anna barked out a hoarse laugh before refocusing on Elsa's perfect features. 'I really want to remember this Elsa… so I might as well do this right.' So Anna claimed Elsa's now trembling lips. The smell, the taste, and the weight of the body on hers, committing each to memory. The kiss was harder than before but also more brief; she couldn't draw it out or she'd never make it.

When they finally parted, Elsa let out a wet laugh and whispered, "If it ever is the right time, for you and me… you'll know where to find me."

"Yeah. But I think Kristoff is going to take great care of you. I can't believe how chill he's being about this."

"Oh, we talked about it already," Elsa admitted, cheeks burning. "Um, I had to tell him the whole story of how Hans got to me in the first place. He knows what you and I had is… special. Different, and a separate thing."

"A separate thing…" Anna could live with that. Maybe it would be painful, but she could live with thinking of this as 'separate'; not part of her own time, her own life. Whether or not it was accurate, it could help her let go.

Then her watch did beep. She glanced down at it, and then up at her parents. "I, um… have a ride to catch. Doc – I mean, my uncle – is so overprotective sometimes, y'know?"

"Thank you so much," Kristoff told her again, waving. He looked distinctly ruffled by having watched them kiss, but to his credit, he wasn't quite perving on them the way she would expect a 'birdwatcher' to be. Maybe everything he had been through had changed that within him.

"For everything," Elsa added, squeezing both of Anna's hands. "I'll never forget you, Tori. Never."

There weren't any other words. At least, none that Anna could think of. So she merely gave the hands one last squeeze back, then took off running across the lawn toward the front entrance to the school. The cold blades of grass tickled her soles, the wind ruined her ornate bun… and she felt alive and free. Whole. Happy.

~ o ~

All the way to the street where they had the 'weather experiment' set up, Anna struggled and rolled around in Doc's back seat to get out of her dress and into the clothes she had arrived in. Thanking the stars that her regular shoes were back there, she finished off by pulling them on, and felt relieved to be back in her jeans and tee. Even if the make-up and sophisticated hairstyle looked a little odd with the casual outfit, there just wasn't time.

But she did pack the dress, wrapping it carefully around Elsa's mixtape. Neither of those things would exist in 1985 if she didn't time travel; taking them out of the timeline was helping to preserve it, not causing further disaster.

"Alright," Doc sighed as they hopped out and approached the DeLorean where it lay beneath a tarp. "Now you remember the plan, don't you? Need a refresher?"

"Uhh…" Anna blanked briefly, her mind still stuck on everything that had happened that night. A sudden rumble in the sky had her moving a little faster than perhaps she would have otherwise. "Maybe you should go over it again. Just to be sure."

Doc squinted at her, but seemed to take her words at face-value when he replied, "I've marked a spot way over there." He pointed a few blocks east of the clock tower, along the main road. "And I've added a small alarm clock to the dash. As soon as it rings, you floor it, getting up to 88 miles per hour and holding it steady. As soon as the antenna makes contact with the cable – which will happen immediately succeeding the lighting strike – you'll be whisked off, safe and sound, back into 2015."

Anna nodded. "Well, I guess I better get going…" she said softly. A larger crackle, and the sky lit up briefly. Doc smiled, and Anna had a sudden urge to hug the old man. She didn't think she had hugged this past version of him before, but now it seemed appropriate. "Thanks, Doc. For everything."

He patted her back, a little awkward – she hadn't expected anything less. "It's been a pleasure, my dear. I'm sure the knowledge of my success will keep me motivated for years, too. Why, who knows what I'll invent after this!"

"Wait, Doc, about that-"

This time, the thunder was much closer, and lasted much longer. Anna could no longer talk – now she had to yell to be heard. The wind whipped up around their heads, making her hair crazier than usual.

"In 2015, something happens! You really gotta-"

"NO TIME!" he was shouting, cupping his ear with one hand and waving toward the DeLorean with the other. "Go! We have a timetable to keep!"

Gritting her teeth, she saluted him briefly and said, "See you in thirty years!" Then took off to run and hop into the car, peeling out and heading down the road toward the large stripe of white paint the Doc had laid down to mark where she should begin.

"Damn it, Doc," she hissed under her breath, manoeuvring into position. "Why are you so hard-headed? I guess my plan B will have to be enough." Though she also found herself wishing that she didn't have to make multiple plans about everything.

Just about the time the clock rang, she was having second thoughts. Why couldn't she stay in 1985? Sure, her band and Punz were waiting for her in the future, but a real, meaningful relationship with her parents was thriving today, in this era. She might never have that again if she abandoned it. But she knew Doc was right; much as she hated to admit it, staying in the past and leaving everything up in the air was almost guaranteed to destroy the universe.

Not to mention that it would probably destroy the people in the future. She'd be one of those disappearing kids, except this time, there would never be a body. Maybe Elsa's alcoholism would get even worse.

Painfully, Anna forced those thoughts away. It was pointless. She was going back to 2015. To be with her actual family, as broken and fragmented as they were. This version of Elsa and Kristoff didn't need her anymore. The other version did. And so did that Doc…

Eyes falling to the console with all the dates displayed upon it, Anna noticed that he'd planned to send her back at the same time she'd vanished. Like she'd never been gone at all. But what if… she went back a little early? Maybe ten minutes? That would surely be enough time to get to Doc before the nationalists without seriously damaging the timeline.

"Heh," she chuckled to herself. "This is some serious Prisoner of Azkaban shit."

Just then, the buzzer went off. No sooner had she punched in the new time coordinates than she floored it, racing for the end of the street. She had no more time to waste.

But when she got closer to the courthouse, she saw something distressing: Doc flying down from the clock at speed, attached to the wire as though it were a flying fox. What the hell was he doing?! But as she looked on in utter confusion, watching him struggling with the wires as they hooked up to the lamppost-

The sky flashed. The lightning struck.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment. All ten fingers clamped down around the steering wheel as Anna accelerated toward the thick cable strung between the lampposts, sparks erupting all around the DeLorean. The flux capacitor was ready and only needed the nuclear reaction to power the time-jump. And it was getting it; no sooner had Doc connected two wires at the last possible moment was he blown back from the force of the electricity racing through the connection into a shrub.

Anna McFly squeezed her eyes shut, praying she made it home.

NOT The End!

To Be Continued In FRACTAL THE FUTURE, Part II!

#Fractal The Future #fruipit #elsanna fanfiction #forkanna writes #elsanna #jess the writer

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yndigot · 3 years

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Ooooo, for your ask, how about 9, 97, and 102 (post-plague)?

9. Favourite color

Olive green.

97. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

I feel like this should be easier, but I’m bad at listening to music, lol, so this is actually going to be 5 songs I associate with good memories because I don’t listen to music very regularly just ... on my own at home or in the car.

"Teenage Dirtbag” by Wheatus - Used to sing it in the car with one of my childhood friends all the time as a kid, got pulled up on stage to sing it with a cover band in a bar in my mid 20s while I was visiting a friend overseas. I actually drank way too much and spent a good portion of the night puking later on, but dancing on stage in the bar with the band was great.

��Stacy’s Mom” by Fountains of Wayne - The year it came out, I was in high school, and some friends/classmates and I did a horrible, horrible English project based around a Greek tragedy (??? it might have been Antigone???) and that song. It was a video project. We named our main character Stacy. I played Stacy’s mom.

“It Ends Tonight” by The All American Rejects - I was listening to this on repeat for a while in college and wrote a sonnet based around the end rhymes in the song for a creative writing class. It wasn’t half bad, tbh. I was really pleased with it and got a good grade.

“Girlfriend in a Coma” by The Smiths - I did not listen to the same music as any of my friends in high school The Smiths were my standard car CD at the time, and one of my friends who had no idea who they were and had never heard any of their music before was in the car with me one time and this song came on while I was driving us somewhere, and she looked at me and said, “What the fuck are we listening to?”

“Hey Brother” by Avicii - There were about 8 of us, all drunk, singing this in the back of a minicab van in pretty small town in County Sligo. The minicab driver agreed to put on the radio for us, but probably regretted that and wanted to kill us all once we all started drunk-singing.

102. Where would you like to travel?

I feel like I should be more motivated to travel the whole world, but I always just want to go back to London. I worked there for a little while. Most of my favorite places in the world are a relatively short train ride away. I went to different museums all the time and never ran out of places to check out. Also my childhood best friend (and her husband and kids, including my goddaughter) live in Greater London right now. If I could live there (or within easy train distance), I’d be happy, but I’m probably going to have to settle for visiting now and then because I doubt I’d ever be able to get a visa to live and work in the UK. But I felt very comfortable there. I like ... vaguely have other places I’d like to go, and I’d go just about anywhere if someone else was paying, but to get the most out of a trip? London.

#ask meme #Anonymous

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mrbronzeskull · 7 years

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Lmao answer them all and good luck ;)

I’m reblogging this, sans readmore, as it was brought to my attention that for at least one person, everything under that just didn’t show up. I humbly beg forgiveness for putting such a huge chunk of text on everyones dash.Spacey, you cheeky sod. I swear this is like the second time you’ve done this. (I both love and hate you for it) Here we fucking go: THIS TOOK AN HOUR AND A HALF TO DO

1. Who was the last person you held hands with?I don’t exactly get physical with folks so I have to assume it was my ex, several months ago.2. Are you outgoing or shy?Shy, Bi and ready to die3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?@gpumidnazora, some day.4. Are you easy to get along with?I guess so? Not very argumentative, very quiet, tell bad jokes.5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?I’d like to think so.6. What kind of people are you attracted to?All of them. More feminine aligned folks usually but super masc folks and androgynous peeps have totally taken my breath away too. Less general note, nerdy folk who I can obsess over something with. 7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?I mean, I’m in one now and while it does have a massive issue because of distance, I’d like to think we can tough it out.8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?My girlfriend.9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?A little, I get flustered easily if im not super close with folks.10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?Fuck, uh, myself? I often have super deep conversations that I should probably talk to a therapist or someone about just aloud to myself. But if that isnt an acceptable answer, @gpumidnazora takes the cake.11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?“Oh hell, I thought I said hi when I got home and was all like ‘huh, she hasn’t replied, guess she’s already asleep” after I goofed up on letting my gf know I got home on time.12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?OH! I got one from just this morning! Let’s Face It I’m Cute by 11 Acorn Lane.Aside from that I’ve been all nostalgic lately so Mr Brightside by The KillersTeenage Dirtbag by WheatusGoodbye Stranger by SupertrampEverytime We Touch by Cascada13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?Yes. Please do. I’m a big sucker for this. Or any physical affection really. 14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?Miracles not so much but its real hard to not think of things as lucky or unlucky for me15. What good thing happened this summer?I got plenty of hours at work! 16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?Nope. No. Nuh. There’s two girls it might be and neither of those would be a good choice.17. Do you think there is life on other planets?I mean, it’s literally either that or we are completely alone in the entire universe. Which seems far more terrifying to me. So yeah. But I’m always thinking like microbial or basic life, rather than you know, aliens replete with UFOs and such.18. Do you still talk to your first crush?Nah, havent talked to her in years.19. Do you like bubble baths?I almost always shower, too big for the bath really.20. Do you like your neighbors?Fuck dude I dont even know my neighbours21. What are you bad habits?God, what isnt? Nail biting, snacking, bad sleep schedule, shower delays, then too long in the shower, generally messy22. Where would you like to travel?Canada, Tokyo, America, Brazil, Europe, New Zealand. Anywhere with snow23. Do you have trust issues?Yes? I’m not all that open. Until I am and it’s like BAM HERE’S MY ENTIRE LIFE STORY which is too much typically.24. Favorite part of your daily routine?Jerkin’ it just soooo right. Kidding. Mostly. Anytime cuddling my cat while catching up on Youtube videos is great.25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?My back. just all of that. Beats out the chewed nails and the flab and the face any time.26. What do you do when you wake up?Regret27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?Darker. But I’m such a shut in so that aint happening. Least it looks alright next to my paper white sister28. Who are you most comfortable around?Myself. Or my good friend Emily Mac, the @keepingitreluctant that you all know and love29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?One, and boy that was a fucking nightmare of a time.30. Do you ever want to get married?Not really? I mean, tax benefits are nice but I don’t care for it much.31. Is your hair long enough for a pony tail?Nah, or at least it’s the shittiest ponytail ever, though my hair is the longest it’s probably ever been.32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?I’d take a spin with pretty much anyone because dang most of them are hella good looking plus all that money you could earn through scandalous details afterwards. 33. Spell your name with your chin.zxzbnldyu. Perfect, nailed it. Funnily enough it’s pronounced ‘Ashley’34. Do you play sports? What sports?I played, emphasis on the ‘ed’, soccer (football) and tennis and fencing!35. Would you rather live without TV or music?TV, easy. I listen to music way more than I watch TV.36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?Who hasn’t? Though I have an awful habit of fallin in love with folks when I see them if they catch my eye. All the time. Everyone just looks so dang good and cute.37. What do you say during awkward silences?I’m more of a creator of awkward silences than an ender. Yay for being bad at simple conversation.38. Describe your dream girl/guy?Aw jeez. I mean I’m tempted to earn brownie points by just describing my lovely girlfriend. But if I had to draw up an ideal, I guess just a real sweet cutie who’s down for cuddling and playing games, preferably nice and short, all adorable and fun sized! Short hair is a plus.39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?I don’t shop often. So I guess Robinsons bookshop, EB games and Zing? is that the name of that store filled with ‘nerdy’ junk that’s like partnered with EB?40. What do you want to do after high school?Fuck man I went through high school not knowing and I still have no idea41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?I give so many second chances. Multiple. But it does depend on the action. If you hurt me, no matter how much or how often, I’ll let it slide (possibly because I have 0 self respect) but if you fuck with my mates or are just a despicable person in general I will only give you a couple chances.42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?I’m almost always pretty quiet. but if i go silent mid conversation it probably means I’m trying to turn something that just got said into a really lame dad joke.43. Do you smile at strangers?yes and no. If I’m interacting with them or like they pass by and its only the two of us I’ll happily put on a (hopefully not creepy) smile but I won’t have a smile plastered on my face walking through a crowd.44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?Space. Definitely. 45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?At the moment, the need to get to work46. What are you paranoid about?People finding out about the murders This and that, usual dark secrets.47. Have you ever been high?Yup and it was eh, I laughed at all sorts of junk but I got serious cottonmouth and had all sorts of gaps in my memory, even worse than normal which was scary.48. Have you ever been drunk?Plenty of times and I think I’m probably 50/50 on if i threw up or not.49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?Recently? I did get Maccas for dinner and pretend that I wasnt hungry when I got home after a rough day at workLess recently I fucked up in a life changing way that no one else knows of and I don’t know what to do about that.50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?Black51. Ever wished you were someone else?Again, who hasn’t? 52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?Add a couple zeros to the end of my bank balance would be nice. But physically? Clean up my fucking back. 53. Favourite makeup brand?Afraid I really don’t know anything about any of them enough to make a judgement call. 54. Favourite store?Zing (im sticking with that name, fuck it) is fun to just chill in55. Favourite blog?God so many, you are all too great!56. Favourite colour?Turquoise 57. Favourite food?A good steak is hard to turn down58. Last thing you ate?Rice and mince.59. First thing you ate this morning?A caramel Up&Go to wash down some pills.60. Ever won a competition? For what?I’m more of a second place kinda person. Or was. It’s all been going downhill for a while in academic or sporting respect.61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?I almost got suspended/expelled after a particularly nasty and widespread tidbit rumour went around about me.62. Been arrested? For what?Nope.63. Ever been in love?I think so. I’m the kinda guy to say it pretty early. 64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?Uh, I took my girlfriend of the time out to a roller skating rink, I couldn’t skate for shit and I couldnt look her in the eyes without turning away and blushing. Let alone hold a conversation. But afterwards she was kind enough to deign to grant me a kiss in the parking lot.65. Are you hungry right now?Nope, I’m good.66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?I talk to you guys just as much as them nowadays. But I would say I’m closer to them than anyone on tumblr, no offense. 67. Facebook or Twitter?Uh I have both but don’t use them.68. Twitter or Tumblr?Tumblr hands down, this is like my only social network platform69. Are you watching tv right now?Nope70. Names of your bestfriends?Emma, Emily, Hayley, Imogen, Lucinda, Ebony71. Craving something? What?Getting intimate with a guy, just accepting my bisexuality recently has kinda kicked that into overdrive. And now I’m blushin.72. What colour are your towels?We’ve got white, black and turquoise72. How many pillows do you sleep with?One73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?Not in about 10 years.74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?I wouldnt have a clue how many stuffed animals from when I was younger are still tucked away in the house75. Favourite animal?Meerkat.76. What colour is your underwear?Black77. Chocolate or Vanilla?Vanilla78. Favourite ice cream flavour?probably vanilla79. What colour shirt are you wearing?Black80. What colour pants?No pants!81. Favourite tv show?Brooklyn Nine Nine or Bojack Horseman82. Favourite movie?Iron Giant? Road to El Dorado? Spaceballs? Something nostalgic83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?There’s a second?84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?Mean Girls85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?Uh, fuck I dont remember the names. The lovely lesbian lass. She was great.86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?Bruce.87. First person you talked to today?My girlfriend88. Last person you talked to today?Verballly, my mum, text wise, my girlfriend89. Name a person you hate?Donald Motherfuckign Trump, I mean hating trump is as common as breathing air as it should be but man he’s such a fucking disgusting cunt.90. Name a person you love?My parents.91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?God I have spent many an hour dreaming of socking Trump right in that bullshit spewing mouth92. In a fight with someone?Not currently. Or at least, the feud is still open and so old it isn’t a fight anymore.93. How many sweatpants do you have?Two?94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?Two?95. Last movie you watched?Moana 96. Favourite actress?Ellen Page is up there for sure97. Favourite actor?Chris Pratt98. Do you tan a lot?Ha, most of my body isnt aware what the sun is99. Have any pets?Boy do I. 2 cats and 5 dogs. 10 chooks.100. How are you feeling?A tad tired.101. Do you type fast?Pretty average 102. Do you regret anything from your past?HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA My memory is a whole lot of regrets floating in a void of forgotten moments.103. Can you spell well?W-E-L-L104. Do you miss anyone from your past?A past best friend of mine.105. Ever been to a bonfire party?I’ve hosted a couple and been invited to one106. Ever broken someone’s heart?I doubt it. Not exactly the type. (devastatingly good looking and/or callous)107. Have you ever been on a horse?Yup, wasn’t the thing for me108. What should you be doing?Sleeping?109. Is something irritating you right now?Well I’m now being inundated by regretful thoughts so that’s a bother.110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?Nah. 111. Do you have trust issues?I feel like this was already asked. But yeah, I would say so.112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?I haven’t cried in literal years. I don’t have a clue.113. What was your childhood nickname?It’s always just been Ash114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?Yup, I’ve been all over the place115. Do you play the Wii?I have, but its been a hot minute116. Are you listening to music right now?Yeah, I had Let’s Face It I’m Cute up for the link and it just played a whole bunch of electroswing music on youtube, now on The Noisy Freaks by Freak Orchestra at least I think thats the name and band, I’ve never heard it before117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?sure118. Do you like Chinese food?Probably not my favorite, but it’s nice119. Favourite book?Too many man, way too many. 120. Are you afraid of the dark?Not really.121. Are you mean?I don’t think so. I’m a weak willed pushover and generally benign and quiet122. Is cheating ever okay?Ugh, it’s not exactly commendable but like anything, it’s all circumstance123. Can you keep white shoes clean?I have white runners, which remain clean by the virtue of me never exercising.124. Do you believe in love at first sight?Not actually, but like i said before I get infatuated on sight all the time.125. Do you believe in true love?Not really.126. Are you currently bored?Buddy, my existence is being bored.127. What makes you happy?my pets.128. Would you change your name?I wanted to change my name to Seth when I was younger after years of “ashley is a girls name’ 129. What your zodiac sign?L1BR4130. Do you like subway?Yeah. it’s normally pretty tasty.131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?I mean, I’m currently dating and so is she so that would be a mess, but I doubt much would come of it.132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?Ok im 90000% sure this was already asked.133. Favourite lyrics right now?“No matter what I conjure it could not help me deflect/ The angry death, of every hopeful thought/ that I might be a lover or a fighter…”134. Can you count to one million?I suppose I could. Like I have the capacity. But I’d get bored and give the fuck up without good reason to do so135. Dumbest lie you ever told?fuck me, I lie, alot, it’s my go to defense. Which is bad. but whatever. Probably the one where I skipped tennis training and claimed that I was going to extra french lessons instead, which was immediately called out by the French teacher.136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?Closed. keep the cat in and the dogs out137. How tall are you?175 ish cms, which is 5′10″ i think138. Curly or Straight hair?Straight, despite threats of it getting curly should I let it get longer than a college cut.139. Brunette or Blonde?Wait is this asking preferences. fuck. Uh, Brunette? I’m not fussed by hair colour. though I’d probably avoid redheads just because my mum and one sister are redheads 140. Summer or Winter?WINTER141. Night or Day?Night142. Favourite month?October? it’s got my birthday!143. Are you a vegetarian?Nope144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?Milk145. Tea or Coffee?meh, not fussed either way146. Was today a good day?sure! I got to start work 2/3 hours later than normal after a fucking killer three days.147. Mars or Snickers?Mars? I dont eat a lot of either148. What’s your favourite quote?I dont really have one off-hand149. Do you believe in ghosts?not really.150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? “Captain Thomas Kelly, from the forty-sixth Precinct, said; ‘It looks accidental. Grant may have suspected that his familiarity with Damien place him above danger, but a hungry python does not quibble about such niceties’”I know its more than a line, but that’s a hilarious quote.

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The game night in the house was followed by a date night. The entire Saturday morning was spent moving the mattress back upstairs and fixing the bed, cleaning the entire house, and even running a few errands.

Then that night, Chris treated you to a night out.

Unknowing of what Chris was going to pull off for his surprise, he only told you to wear casual clothing, and then you hopped into his car. That night you two went to the nearest cinema, which was still quite far, and seen a film before taking part in some bowling after.

As you two left the bowling alley hand-in-hand, Chris a bit more upset than you were after you won two consecutive games, you two slipped back into the car. You then recalled a few moments during the night while letting the car heat up. There were some funny bowling moments within the couple of hours you two were there; such as Chris gutting like seven bowling balls in a row, you using the kiddie ramp a couple times that lead to strikes, the both of you discovering a bowling ball with like fifty holes, binge-eating two things of popcorn and dropping your drink on the floor, and then Chris making fun of you as you had to wear a pair of bowling shoes that were four-times the length of your feet because they didn’t have your size.

Many would call that night a disaster, but you and Chris saw it as successful

You thought the night was over, that you and Chris would head back home and call it a night and immediately hit the bed, but it was clear that he had other plans.

“Do you wanna go somewhere?” Chris asked, leaning back against the head rest. You raised a brow.

“It sounds like you’re trying to take me somewhere to murder me.” You laughed, watching him throw the car into reverse and back out of the spot.

“Well, now that I think about it..” Chris teetered his head back and forth. “It wouldn’t be a bad place to murder somebody.”

“That’s comforting.” You two laughed lightly.

As Chris pulled the car onto the main road and headed in the opposite direction of where you two came from, he reached over and grabbed your hand, threading his fingers through yours. You embraced the silence that surrounded you, the only thing you could hear was the heat on full blast and the faint music in the background, but it was comforting.

The drive wasn’t took long, about fifteen minutes instead of the ten minute drive back home, and you watched as he took a turn down an unfamiliar road. You ran the pad of your thumb against Chris’, watching as the dense trees turned into the sight of water and cliffs through the fog on your window.

“Where have you taken me?” You asked cautiously.

“La Corbière,” Chris said in the most upright French accent, causing you to laugh. “It’s the first ever lighthouse of the British Isles made out of concrete.”

“A lighthouse?” You grinned and a second later felt Chris press down on the break, and his hand broke away from yours for a second to park the car.

Your eyes trailed to the windshield and you looked out to see a tiny white lighthouse in the distance from where Chris parked. The lighthouse was situated between two rocks on a tidal island, peeking out just slightly.

It was dark out and a bright light emitted from the top of the lighthouse, making circles and casting a light on everything around it. Even though it was so far away in the distance, it was still beautiful.

Chris had parked the car in the closest possible parking spot, but it could never be close enough for you. It was right on the edge of the cliff where everything was visible, from the lighthouse to the tiny rock formations surrounding it like miniature islands. And just on the other side you could look west and almost see Guernsey.

“Here,” you turned your head away from the windshield and watched Chris pull out the aux-cord from the console between the seats. You took the cord between your fingers and he continued before you could ask what he wanted you to do; “play me some music that reminds you of your childhood.”

You laughed, already having a song in mind before plugging your phone in. “You have no idea what you just got yourself into.” You said. “Because my childhood ranged from High School Musical to some moments with My Chemical Romance.”

“Oh God,” Chris laughed, placing his hands on his face.

You laughed even harder before finally finding one song in your playlist and clicking on it. Chris reached forward and turned up the volume and a second later Bowling For Soup’s 1985 blasted through the speakers.

“Are you serious? Your childhood?” Chris chuckled.

You shrugged and locked your phone back. “My brother would play this on the guitar all the time and I would sing along. And by sing, I just remember yelling Nirvana at the top of my lyrics when he would sing and pause for me.” You explained before starting to sing the song yourself. “DEBBIE JUST HIT THE WALL, SHE NEVER HAD IT ALL.”

And for the next two hours, you and Chris sat in his car and sang along to what seemed like a million songs that reminded you of your childhood. You played We’re All In This Together, Thnks fr th Mmrs, Welcome To The Black Parade, Teenage Dirtbag, Everybody (Backstreet’s Back), Seven Nation Army, Ocean Avenue, All The Small Things, and Buddy Holly among several other songs.

Then there was the one point, during Elton John’s Tiny Dancer, that you and Chris got out of the car. He turned the volume up louder and you stepped out, leaving the doors open, and danced in the headlights together.

Chris spun you around, and you twirled, shaking your hips and laughing at his attempt to do so as well. Bohemian Rhapsody came on as well and you two stood at the edge of the drop-off, hand-in-hand, and sang the lyrics loudly to no one. “MAMA, OOOOOOOOH...” There were no telling how many cars that drove by you two that night, but it didn’t matter, the only thing that mattered was that you two were having more than enough fun.

The last song that come on your throwback playlist that night was Mr. Brightside. Chris and you couldn’t help but laugh and lean on each other for support at the first sound of the guitar and without hesitation, you two immediately sang together;

“I’M COMING OUT OF MY CAGE AND I’VE BEEN DOING JUST FINE. GOTTA, GOTTA BE DOWN BECAUSE I WANT IT ALL.” You held onto Chris’ hands, jumping up and down and singing the lyrics as loud as you possibly could. Chris was nodding his head along, laughing both with you and at you.

Chris did follow along though, joining you at the chorus and belting out every word. The song was just not a part of your teenage years, but also Chris’. “DESTINY IS CALLING ME, OPEN UP MY EAGER EYES, CAUSE I’M MR. BRIGHTSIDE.”

As the song ended, fading out into nothing as your playlist ended, you and Chris couldn’t contain your laughter anymore. You hiked a leg up onto the bonnet of his car, sitting down, and you pulled him into you by the material of his shirt. You were both laughing, unable to contain any emotions.

You two just danced in the freezing cold for fifteen minutes for no absolute reason other than you could.

Chris stood between your legs at the bonnet of his car, you tilted your head back and smiled up at him. “Thank you for bringing me here tonight.” You said. “I loved every second of tonight.” You pursed your lips slightly and Chris chuckled before taking your face in his hands and pressing a light kiss against your lips.

“Would you want to come here some other time? Maybe in the mornings when we could explore the lighthouse?”

“Yeah, I would love that.” You admitted and Chris grinned

“I think we just found your new favorite place in Jersey.”

You laughed and nodded. “It’s a close second.”

“What’s first?”

“Our bed.”

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