#we’ve been hanging out on his days off and at his concerts

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#help #after years of successfully avoiding catching feelings it has finally happened again #the thing is I’m pretty sure he actually likes me too but he’s not single so what’s the point #and he lives in a different country sooooo #we got along immediately and were having SO much fun😭 #he got drunk and started getting a little touchy-feely and told me I was beautiful 😭 #he even kissed me like ????? #W H Y #and next time we saw each other he said he doesn’t remember ANYTHING but I’m 100% sure he does #he apologized for his behavior bc he said some really weird things #so he does remember right #WHY DO I HAVE TO LIKE HIM #HE‘S NOT AVAILABLE #AND WE WON‘T SEE EACH OTHER FOR LIKE 6 MONTHS OR MAYBE EVEN LONGER #i hate this #our goodbye hug was the most intense hug in the history of hugs tbh #whyyyy #he’s in a band so there’s that #not famous tho #we’ve been hanging out on his days off and at his concerts #oooooof #ok ok ok ok #personal #rant over

[i-think-i-did-it-again]

The Tour IX

Warning: swearing, make out, drinking, angst

Why the fuck did I do that? If all she wants to do is fuck my brains out a couple of times a day, I should let her and say thank you for it. 

Colson paces around his hotel room, pissed at his stupid ego. He only shut you down because he was hoping you’d see him as more than just a fuck buddy. It felt dirty when you’d said it to him that it physically made his skin crawl. You deserved so much more than just a casual fling and he couldn’t believe you didn’t see that. 

He was not in the mindset to put on a concert but he had to pull himself together. He had a quick shower, trying his best not to think about you as he cleaned his naked body. Every time he thought of you, he thought of your lips, your moans, your tight, wet pussy wrapped around his-

Stop fucking thinking about her!

Colson had to completely shut his brain off if he was going to get anything done. He shaved and jumped out of the shower, drying off and wrapping the towel around his waist. He picked out an outfit to wear to the venue, his concert outfit already in the green room of the venue. 

He’d thought it was ridiculous when Ashleigh had suggested letting a stylist pick out his concert outfits but now he didn’t mind so much. She had good taste and the clothes were usually pretty comfortable on stage. Besides, he already used her to design and choose his outfits for events so it wasn’t like he didn’t trust her to a certain point. 

A knock at the door interrupts just as he’s about to pull his t-shirt on and he growls quietly to himself, feeling particularly irritable after his conversation with you. He throws the t-shirt on and stomps over to the door. He’s surprised to find a very concerned Rook and Ashleigh standing there, staring at him, burning fire and brimstone into his soul. 

“What do you two want?” he asks with a gruff tone, turning and walking away without hearing their answer. 

“Have you seen Y/N?” Ashleigh asks in a panic. That makes him sit up and pay attention. Ash never panics. 

“No, why?” he looks between the two of them when no one makes any attempt to answer. “Would someone please fucking answer, you’re freaking me out.”

“No one has seen her since we left the venue. I thought she’d gone to her room to take a nap but I’ve been banging on her door for half an hour with no answer,” Rook explains before pulling his phone out and dialling a number. “No, she’s not in here.” he tells whoever is on the other end of the line and hangs up. 

It doesn’t make any sense to Colson. Why wouldn’t you have come back from the venue when everybody else did?

Hello, earth to dumbass! Maybe because you were a dick to her and she didn’t want to be around you!

Colson swallows the bile rising in the back of his throat at the thought of you alone, upset and wandering a city you don’t know. He pulls his phone out and tried calling you but it goes straight to voicemail. It’s not like you to just disappear. What if someone saw you and grabbed you while everyone was off in their own selfish fucking worlds. 

“Didn’t she leave the venue with you?” Ash asks like it’s the most obvious thing in the world and Colson immediately feels guilty. 

“Um…no, we had a-a discussion and then I left to…to get something to eat and nap,” he quickly explains and they both eye him suspiciously. 

“What kind of discussion?” Rook narrows his eyes at Colson and he’s never felt it before but suddenly he’s afraid of his best friend. 

The sound of your voice echoing through the hallway sets everyone at ease. Colson, Ashleigh and Rook all stick their heads out to see you walking down the hallway, absentmindedly talking on the phone. When you look up to see three sets of eyes staring, you stop dead in your tracks. 

“I’ll call you back,” you mumble into the phone to your friend. “Why are you all staring at me?”

“Where the hell have you been? We’ve been calling you for hours!” Ashleigh is visibly frustrated and you’re not used to that emotion. 

“Sorry, there was some drama at my old job and one of my friends called to vent.”

They didn’t need to know that you actually called her to sob about what Colson had said to you and that she was yelling at you to grow a pair, make the asshole sit up and pay attention. You consciously avoid his eyes, focusing only on Rook and Ashleigh’s gazes. 

“Sorry, I didn’t realise how long I was gone for. I’m going to call her back and get ready.” 

You push past everyone and head to your room, ignoring their stares that follow you down the hallway, and close your door securely behind you. 

“What the fuck did you do?” Rook turns back to Colson, a dark look taking over his usually soft features. 

“What are you talking about?” Colson deflects nonchalantly. 

“She couldn’t even look at you. What the fuck was this so called ‘discussion’ the two of you had? Did it have anything to do with you swiping her room key from Ashleigh that first night?”

That night seemed so long ago now that Colson had all but blocked it from his mind. He wanted nothing more than to allow the memory to come flashing back to his mind but he pushed it away as quickly as it popped up. He knew Rook was just being protective of his friend and he couldn’t fault him for that but what happened between you and him was your own damn business. 

“No, now leave it the fuck alone,” Colson gritted through his teeth before slamming his door shut effectively ending the conversation, for now. 

The after party that Baze was throwing in his hotel room was so wild, you didn’t know where to look. In one corner there was Rook and Baze doing shots off half naked women, in another corner there was guys playing flaming beer pong which seemed like the dumbest idea ever, in another part of the room there was couples playing swap the girlfriend and then there was a bunch of people in the bathroom playing bathtub karaoke. You stood awkwardly off to the side, half listening to Ashleigh and Sophie’s drunk conversation and half watching the festivities. You could feel Colson watching you, a group of women hanging off him and trying to hold his attention. 

You didn’t recognise most of the people in the room except for your friends. There was a few familiar faces from backstage and a few friends of Baze’s from back home. A lot of bikey types with long hair, extensive tattoos and dark expressions. This party didn’t seem like their sort of scene but they swayed along to the music anyway. One of them caught your eye and smiled at you and suddenly he didn’t look so intimidating. You smiled and tipped your solo cup in his direction and he winked at you. 

He had jet black hair and dark brown eyes. His skin was tanned like he spent a lot of time outdoors. He wore a tight black t-shirt that hugged his rippling muscles perfectly. His tight black jeans showed off the muscularity of his thighs and his amazing ass. He either worked out a lot or was handcrafted by a Greek god. 

He strides across the room, his gaze never leaving your face, and stands in front of you with a kind smile and warm eyes. You can smell his cologne and you can’t help but take a deep breath in. He’s even taller up close and if you had to guess, you’d assume he might even be taller than Colson. 

“Hi,” the stranger calls out over the music. 

“Hey,” you call back, standing on your tippy toes so he can hear you clearer. 

“I’m Chase,” he holds out his large hand and you allow it to encapsulate your own. 

“I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you.”

You notice a rather large rose tattoo on his right hand and you can’t help but stroke your thumb over it in admiration. Chase notices your interest and places his hand palm down in yours so you can study it closer. 

“First tattoo I ever got, hurt like a mother fucker but I was pretty hooked after that,” he explains as you study the colouring and line work. 

You look up his arms but frown when you notice no other tattoos. He smiles at you understandingly before lifting the bottom of his shirt to show toned abs and an extensive tattoo. You can only see part of it but you're pretty sure it leads the whole way up his torso. The bottom half of the tattoo appears to be the bottom half of a skull surrounded by more roses, all different colours. You can just make out the handle of a large sword that leads all the way up the length of his body. 

“That must’ve taken forever to finish,” you eye the tattoo with approval, resisting the urge to reach out and touch it. 

“Was a bunch of sessions spread over a few months but totally worth it. I’d be happy to show the whole tattoo some time,” he winks at you and you immediately blush. 

You can still feel Colson’s stare on the side of your face and it takes all your strength not to flip him the bird. 

You want to stare? I’ll give you something to look at. 

You release your earlier self-control and reach out to run your finger over the edge of Chase’s tattoo. He watches as you trace his tattoo and suddenly the gesture feels way too intimate for a crowded room. 

“I would love to see your tattoo but maybe not somewhere so public?” You look up at him with innocent eyes and his immediately light up at your invitation. 

“Where did you have in mind?” 

You take his hand and lead him to the door and down the hallway to your room. You unlock the door and slip both of you inside, feeling like you’re running away from something or somehow who’s following behind but you know it’s a stupid thought. When you’re alone in your room you’re suddenly hyper aware that even though Chase is a friend of Baze, he’s a complete stranger to you and now you’re alone in your room with him. 

“Do you want something to drink?” you ask, slipping your way to the mini fridge that you stocked with your favourite drinks and a beer. 

“Yeah sure, anything is fine,” Chase nods and sits down on the armchair near the fridge. 

You pull out two beers and hand him one. You take a big sip for liquid courage and stare at the floor. When you make no attempt to speak, the room begins to fill with an uncomfortable silence. 

“So how do you know everyone?” Chase asks politely. 

“I went on a date with Rook once but we realise about halfway through the night that we were better off as friends,” you shrug, finding the story so embarrassing now that you see Rook more like an older brother than a friend. 

“Oh so you’re not like secretly in love with him or anything?” he teases and you laugh but shake your head. 

No, not Rook. Just his best friend. 

“So, I’m pretty sure I was promised a tattoo viewing?” 

The beer is mixing with the alcohol you’d already consumed and you’re starting to feel way more courageous. Chase grins a heartbreaking smile and places his beer on the floor beside him. He stands and lifts his shirt over his head, giving you a full view of his tattoo. 

The top part of the skull has a red and black snake looping it’s way through the eye sockets, the colours so vibrant that it almost seems real. The flowers lead up around the skull, almost like it was dropped into a field of them. The sword is nestled between the flowers leading up to the middle of his chest. At the top of his chest is a banner that reads In rosa iaceat. 

“What do the words mean?” you ask curiously. 

“Loosely translated it means ‘let him lie on the rose’.”

You nod and move closer to him. You outline the entirety of the tattoo this time, not missing the way Chase’s breathing catches every time your fingertips move to a different aspect of the tattoo. His skin is warm and smooth but his muscles are hard. A complete juxtaposition. He smells even better up close. You stand on your tippy toes to study the Latin words sprawled across his skin. Before you can stop yourself, you lean forward and brush your lips along the words. He rolls his head back and lets out a groan of approval. You don’t know why you do it but for right now, you don’t want to think, you don’t want to analyse, you just want to do. 

You run your fingers up his arms and wrap them around his neck, pulling him closer to you. He responds by placing his hands on your hips. You walk him backwards until his legs hit the edge of the bed and he sits. You straddle his lap, already feeling his hard cock under you. You lean forward slowly, teasingly, and press your lips gently to his. That’s when he takes over. 

Chase wraps his fingers in your hair and pulls you to him so your lips are firmly against his. He grinds up into you and you moan into his mouth. He pulls your t-shirt over your head and runs his hands down your back until he finds the clasp of your bra. He unhooks it and drops it beside you, taking your breasts in his large hands. He runs his tongue along your bottom lip before slipping it inside. You’re a furied frenzy of kisses, moans and hot breaths. Chase stands and just as he drops you onto the bed to hover above you, your door slams open causing your head to whip in its direction. A very pissed Colson stands in the doorway staring back and forth between the two of you. You quickly cover your chest with your arms and stare wide eyed at him. 

“Get out,” he breathes in an eerily calm voice. 

Chase looks down at you for a second before looking back at Colson. Without saying a word, he stands, grabs his t-shirt off the back of the chair and squeezes past Colson’s unmoving frame. 

Before you even have a chance to tell Colson to get out and go fuck one of his groupies, he’s across the room and on top of you in a second. His lips find yours and his desperate kisses are so tempting you almost give in. 

“Get the fuck off me!” you screech at the top of your lungs and Colson immediately leans back so you can wriggle off the bed. 

You pick your bra and shirt off the floor and redress yourself. Without even looking at him, you storm back to the party in the hopes that Chase hasn’t left. You search the room and spot him standing with the group of men he started with except Baze, Rook and Slim are also in the group now too. You slip in between Chase and another guy, wrapping your arm around his waist. He looks down at you in surprise but drapes his arm over your shoulders and pulls you to his side. Rook quirks an eyebrow at you but you just smile. 

Screw Colson. Just because he doesn’t want to fuck, doesn’t mean I’ll go without sex for the next 3 months. 

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[padfootagain]

Where We Kept Our Magic (III)

How We Met Again

Hello lovelies! Here is a second part for my Muggle!Reader AU!! I hope you like this new scene, tell me what you think!

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Pairing: Sirius Black x Muggle!Reader

Warnings: none for this chapter

Summary: You and Sirius meet when you’re still young, and yet you fall head over heels for each other. But everything gets complicated when you learn that Sirius is a Wizard! Now, your whole world has to be reimagined. -This series is made of many independent snippets taken from Sirius and Muggle!Reader’s lovestory –

Word Count : 2175

Masterlist for the series - Sirius Black's Masterlist - Main Masterlist

A couple of weeks have passed, and Sirius misses you. And he hates it. He is surprised by it, too. The feeling has come out of the blue, unexpected and unwanted as it settled in his ribcage, carved his way into his heart.

He doesn’t understand it at all. He’s had only a couple of dates with you, spent two afternoons in your company, and this evening at the concert. He doesn’t know that much about you. He doesn’t know how you drink your tea, what you eat for breakfast, the colour of your eyes under the rain. And it’s making things worse, because he wants to know. He longs to ask you what’s your favourite flower and your favourite colour and how you drink your coffee…

And whenever he closes his eyes, he sees yours, wide open, so close to him, staring into his soul. And he can taste your lips on his tongue again, smell your perfume in the air…

He huffs, annoyed. He’s being ridiculous. You weren’t even together, you’ve shared a few hours and a kiss. You weren’t even his first kiss. Was he yours?

He pushes the thought away, sits up as if it’ll help his brain thinking other thoughts. It doesn’t.

“If I hear you sigh one more time, Pads, I’ll hex you so hard you’ll be sent to Antarctica.”

“You really do have to hang out less with Evans, you’re stealing her silly threats now.”

“I want to punch you in the face so hard.”

“Better, sounds more like you.”

In James’s bedroom, the sun pours in golden hues, fresh and clean and too warm. It almost burns, despite its travel through the windowpane.

Sirius is sitting on the ground, and James is splayed on his bed, a novel in his hand that he disregards in favour of his best friend.

“You really have to see her again.”

“Why? She doesn’t want to see me.”

“She doesn’t want a fling. She literally wants to see you too much for the two of you to be a meaningless fling.”

“And that’s impossible. We’ve been through this already.”

“Clearly we need to go through this one more time, because you’re still mopping…”

“I am not…”

“You are. You miss her.”

Sirius remains quiet, his back resting against James’s bed.

“You should try to see her again.”

“I wouldn’t even know where to look, I don’t know her address.”

“As if it could stop the Marauders.”

Sirius can’t refrain a tender smile.

“Yeah, you’re right. You three are as mad as I am.”

“That’s why you love us so much!” James laughs, nudging Sirius with his knee.

“Fuck off, or I’ll break your kneecaps!”

“And risk mom’s wrath? I believe you.”

Sirius merely chuckles, hiding behind a snicker the way his heart inflated with fondness. James isn’t calling Euphemia his mother anymore, but their mom. True brothers…

“She’s a muggle. We’ll leave for Hogwarts in a couple of months and…”

“Yes, I know,” James rolled his eyes. “You kind of repeat yourself these days.”

“It would be too complicated.”

“Perhaps she’s worth the complication.”

“That comes from a guy who definitely likes complications when it comes to girls…”

Sirius doesn’t finish his sentence, he’s hit by a pillow instead.

“Anyway, what I was saying is… you should try anyway. You’re missing her already.”

“That’s the whole point… what if I fall for her? Like… really fall for her?”

“Your life will get immensely more complicated. And you’ll love every second of it.”

“You and your bloody romantic antics…”

“Ha, yes, I had forgotten how our good old Padfoot is full of cynicism these days.”

Sirius checks the time, and he’s happy to offer a distraction from the current conversation. After all, James and he have to hurry up if they don’t want to be late to meet Remus and Peter at Green Park.

Still, when he’s tying his shoes, he’s still thinking about that smile of yours.

Summer is too warm this year, you wish for a fresh breeze to cool your skin, your head and your heart.

You’re still thinking about Sirius. You haven’t said a word of it to Jackie, besides telling her that it was over, that you were right and that Sirius didn’t want anything serious. It was hopeless, it would remain a silly crush on a stranger at a concert.

Your heart has other plans though. Because it aches just thinking about him. You can feel his lips on yours and your skin burns at the memory. You see his stormy eyes over and over again at night.

You miss him. You hate that fact, but you can’t deny the truth of it. You miss him, you want to see him again. Even if it means getting your life immensely complicated, even if it means letting him break your heart.

You don’t talk about it, though. What would be the point, anyway? Instead, you merely look sadder than usual, look at the sun through your sunglasses even if you shouldn’t, and try to breathe despite the longing in your chest.

Jackie has managed to drag you to Green Park, despite your terrible mood. She even managed to make you laugh, God knows how. You’re thankful for it, even if you hate it.

You’re lying in the grass, Jackie by your side is reading while you look through the branches at the blue sky and the burning sun. Your world is tainted pink by your sunglasses. You love it.

The park is busy, but you don’t mind. The unregular noises around you are numbed by the grass under you, the branches swaying gently, the superposition and mingling of voices. In the end, you barely notice the noise at all.

And it’s all relaxing, and for the first time in two weeks, your mind wanders not towards Sirius’s grey eyes but the shape of the leaves above you and you wonder how soft they can be up there, caressed only by the wind, before their fall.

Your quiet thoughts are interrupted though, by a frisbee landing right onto your stomach. You’re startled as it passes before your face and the next second rests on your abdomen; you let out a little shriek, that makes Jackie jump as well.

You sit up in a hurry, fumbling with the plastic toy. Damn, what kind of idiotic twat is clumsy enough to throw their frisbee on people…

You turn around, ready to throw hands with the culprit… when you’re left blinking instead.

A boy in a dark t-shirt is running towards you, freezing as he recognizes you.

Bullocks…

“Y/N?”

Sirius blinks. Once, twice, thrice, but you’re still here, sitting in the grass. He can’t help the smile that forms on his lips.

You look so beautiful, so adorable with your pink glasses…

“I…”

You look down at the frisbee, hand it over to him in a hurry without meeting his eyes.

“Oh, yeah… sorry about that. James is terrible at this game. He’s wearing his glasses, and still can’t aim for shit.”

His attempt at humour is met by a heavy silence and a terrible drop of his heart.

He looks down, cheeks burning, and not only because of his run. He takes the frisbee with a quiet thanks and is ready to walk away again when…

“Hey! Isn’t that your girl, Padfoot?”

You see Sirius wincing as a tall boy with glasses runs to him, half jumping on Sirius’s back as he comes to a stop by his side.

He shoots you and Jackie a grin.

“Hi! I’m James! And you must be Y/N!”

You nod, but can’t seem to find your voice. Jackie introduces herself, struggling not to laugh at you as you steal glances towards Sirius but look away every time his eyes meet yours. Meanwhile, Remus and Peter have joined the small group, introduced themselves, and are now quietly laughing at Sirius’s flushed cheeks, along with the fact that he can’t look away from you.

He's missed you. So terribly. He was a fool. He wants you so badly. He can recall the taste of your lips, and he longs for it now more than ever.

But he shakes himself out of his trance as he hears Remus asking if they can join you and your friend.

“These idiots have never played frisbee before, and I’m tired of trying to teach them. They’re desperate cases, at this point.”

“Thanks, Moony,” James mumbles under his breath, along with something about talent and a weird word… quid… something. You guess it must be a Scottish sport, as Sirius said he went to school there.

Why is he going to a school so far from home though?

You shake yourself. You don’t care. You don’t care about Sirius, about his friends, about their school, or about how the sun shines on Sirius’s magnificent eyelashes. You are about to decline the offer when Jackie grins and accepts… the traitor…

And you hate the rest of this afternoon. You hate it because everything goes smoothly. Sirius’s friends are a little weird but hilarious and nice. And Sirius is a little quieter than usual, but you’ve noticed the way his eyes linger on you, the way he can’t help staring…

And you hate it because you long for his gaze on you. Because you let your eyes drift towards his frame too. Because you feel happy and excited now that he’s near again. Because you want to kiss the cigarette taste away from his lips as he puffs out some smoke.

He catches you smiling dreamily as you look at his earing shining in the summer sun, and you hate the smirk that forms across his features as you shy away under his stare.

Damn, this charming boy…

And the afternoon passes too quickly, too soon already the sun has begun setting, and the park is about to close. You need to go home, and you don’t want to. You need to say farewell to Sirius all over again, and you don’t want to. And you hate him for that…

But as you’re about to part, about to say goodbye to turn around and never see him again, Sirius reaches for your hand, stare too intense to let you escape.

“Can we talk? Just for a minute?”

You struggle to swallow the lump in your throat, but nod anyway.

And you hate the look Jackie throws at you, the knowing kind. You hate everything about today. You hate the softness of Sirius’s palm, the gentleness of his hold as he pulls you away from the group, the warmth of his skin spreading under yours.

You hate everything about him. You hate him… you hate him…

When he turns around, a wild strand of hair swings across his cheek, escaping from his bun, and you hate it too. You hate how good he looks right now, how you long to reach out and brush the hair behind his ear…

“Can I be brutally honest?”

He stares at you intensely again, and there’s confidence in his stature, in the way he leans towards you, in the urgency of his tone. Still, his voice trembles.

“Sure, go ahead.”

He takes a deep breath.

“I want you.”

Your eyes grow round at that, and you hate him. You hate him because you like hearing these words coming from his mouth, because you want nothing but to kiss him…

“I know that last time we… we decided not to see each other again, but… the truth is, I want you. And I… I want us to give it a shot.”

“Sirius, we’ve talked about this.”

“I know, but…”

“I haven’t changed my mind.”

“I have.”

You stop breathing altogether, your heart skips a few beats, and you hate it. You hate it so much you want to cry.

“I’ve changed my mind. I want to try this.”

“Are you playing with me?”

“No, I’m not.”

And you hate the fact that you can read in his eyes that he’s telling the truth.

“I want to try. I like you. A lot. And… these past couple of weeks… and seeing you again today, I’ve realized… I want to give this a try. Let’s go on another date.”

“But Sirius…”

“Give me another chance,” he interrupts you, taking a step closer. “Please… please give me another chance.”

And you want to say no. You want to slap him and you hate him because you’ve been hoping, dreaming of this moment even, and desperately so. And you hate yourself because you want to say yes, and you can’t help the words that pass your lips even if they’re so unbearably unwise.

“Okay,” you nod. “But you won’t get a third.”

He grins.

“Friday?”

Slowly, you nod.

“Friday.”

Before you can ask where you will meet, Sirius has reached up to cup your face, and has crushed his lips to yours.

And as you lose your fingers through his hair and melt into his arms, you love every second of it…

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[north-blue-hearts]

Famous Last Words

CisFem Reader x Trafalgar Law

CW: Violence, swearing, mature themes, erotic romance, angst, creative use of devil fruits, this story is still in progress, I will add content warnings as needed.

Chapter 3: SING

Shopping with Nami and Vivi had been the experience you expected. You went to so many shops that by the end of it you were exhausted and grateful that you had another day to recover before you’d have to go back to work. Nami was giving Vivi a piggy back ride back to the car, while you pushed a hand cart with entirely too many bags on it.

Eighty percent of it was Nami’s, the other 20% was split fairly evenly between you and Vivi. As much as Nami haggled for herself, she had haggled for both of you – though most of her haggling was finding sales and coupon codes online and having the cashier put them in. Both Nami and the cashier seemed unbothered – “If it’s not valid, the computer won’t take it” was apparently the common belief.

Still, somehow, it almost felt like stealing, with how effortlessly Nami went about it.

Your outfit was more for comfort than much of anything else. You had a stone blue, thin turtle neck to go under a slightly oversized black t-shirt with the band’s logo on it. The gold of the stylized smiling “germ” went well with the blue.  Short black shorts with striped opaque tights went down into a pair of knee-high blue converse shoes.

Comfortable, and within the requirements of an emo concert’s unspoken dress code.

The next two weeks went by easily enough. You hung out with your friends when time allowed, and made it through your job. Nami and Vivi both offered to do your makeup for the concert, but you turned them down politely.

Before you knew it, it was a few hours before the concert and you were hanging out at Franky’s shop, eating a veritable feast thanks to Sanji.  

“Alright!” Nami claps her hands together to get most everyone’s attention. “Buddy system is in effect tonight. Me and Vivi, Sanji and Luffy, Zoro and Dia.” She declares. “We’ve got floor seats before we go backstage, and it can get a little wild on the floor. Sanji your job is to keep Luffy from fighting.”

Nami leans over and grabs Luffy’s cheek, stretching it out and snapping it into place enough to rattle his head. “Luffy! No fighting.” She yells at him.

You remember the first time you saw Luffy stretch your eyes nearly fell out of your head. Devil Fruits were a thing, certainly, but they were rare, and more than that – most people who consumed a fruit didn’t talk about it. They didn’t show their powers off unless it was necessary, or they trusted the people they were dealing with.

A few people were famous for their abilities, but most of those people were marines. Your serial killer was infamous for his devil fruit ability – long before you ever saw his face.

As it was, you knew Luffy had consumed a fruit, and so had one of his brothers. He talked about Ace and Sabo more than he did Uta, but you hadn’t yet met any of them. You didn’t expect to, either. Ace was in the Grand Line, and no one was really sure where Sabo was. Uta did a lot of tours, and well, she was Uta – probably the most popular pop star in the world right now.

Her music wasn’t bad, it was really good, but not what you generally listened to.

“Zoro’s going to be Dia’s bodyguard.” Nami adds, looking over at you as you tilt your head.

“Figuratively?” You question, knowing he was literally a bodyguard by profession.

“Literally.” Zoro answers, arms crossed.

Your jaw drops and Robin closes it gently. “We all chipped in a bit,” she states evenly, that infuriatingly knowing smile on her face. “You can’t just get mad at Nami.”

You put your head in your hands. “You’re all too much.”

“This way you can enjoy the concert.” Nami declares. “Zoro will keep away anyone you want.”

“If it gets to be too much he can even guide you out of the venue.” Vivi adds, reaching out and putting a hand on your shoulder. “I know it’s been a while since you’ve gone out, and you said before that the prospect makes you nervous. I hope we’re forgiven?”

“… you are.” You admit with a smile, and sigh, wiping away an errant tear as you take in a deep breath to calm yourself. “You all are too kind. Thank you.”

“Suuuuper!” Franky yells, putting his hands up over his head. “Let’s get you all loaded up in the General and start heading that way then.”

“Eh? You’re driving? I though there were only -.”

Robin holds up a couple tickets and smiles. “We’re planning on tailgating outside the venue, but we were provided tickets just in case.”

After everyone ate a little more you all loaded up into what Franky lovingly called The General. It was a modified hearse – extended a little more than the common variety, with the roof lifted as well. It was almost like a high-top stretch limo, but not quite as long or tall. The interior was practically elegant, handmade leather seats, a snack bar, a mini bar, and a tv screen set into the back of the front seats.

The front cab had enough space for four people, though generally it was just Franky and Robin up there. There was impressive trunk space as well, and Franky loaded up a mini grill and a few coolers of food and drinks before you all headed toward the concert venue.

Franky and Robin hooked everyone up with a little bit more to eat before they waved you off toward the venue. You filed in with the massive throng of people that had already started arriving, making your way to your designated area.

As packed as the place was, you noticed that once people turned to look at Zoro they took a step back. All of them. Fishmen, Humans, Minks – he wasn’t even bumping into anyone. You were reminded of Nami always saying he had an aura of intimidation. It was certainly useful now.

You were far enough back from the front of the stage to be able to see it easily without craning your neck, and close enough to be able to see all the details of the stage. A little closer and you’d almost be tempted to push the last few feet and try and reach across the fencing they had set up to keep people back.

A giant screen was along the back of the stage, a drum set raised up from the stage a little, and all the equipment needed by the band was set up. You could already feel yourself getting excited by the prospect of the concert, just from what little you could see.

Once everyone – or most everyone – was in, the lights in the arena were cut. The darkness sparked a few gasps and concerns, and Zoro put a hand on your shoulder as you stepped toward him a little. His grip was relaxed, it was just enough for him to be sure he wouldn’t lose you in the dark. You understood he had been paid to keep you safe, but you were pretty sure he was the kind of friend who would’ve been doing the same thing, money or no.

Despite the darkness and the fever pitch of screams from the crowd, there was still more room around you and Zoro than you had expected was possible.

The large screen at the back of the stage came to life, the darkness projected on it, just a little less dark than the venue was, and your breath caught in your throat.

A pair of hands came up to the screen, like they were reaching from the depths of the ocean, pressing against water they couldn’t push past. Golden eyes shimmered and glinted in the depths, shining bright from a formless face.

The visual made your heart wrench in your chest. You hadn’t thought much about the dream since you had it, but the similarities were almost unsettling. The fans’ screams became even louder as the tour name floated over the image.

The hands changed their position, forming the shape of a heart as World came into view above the hands, and Infection bubbled up to the surface beneath them. The screen “burned” out, as though the film itself had been melted away, causing the giant screen to flood the venue in bright white light for a moment.

Zoro squinted, and you had to look away, as did most of the crowd. Some people were still screaming and cheering even as the band came out onto the stage. You imagined most of the people screaming around you were going to be hoarse for weeks after the concert was done.

Especially if they kept screaming through all the songs.

A spotlight lit up and two masked men pushed a gurney out onto the stage, with someone under the sheet. It was likely the lead singer, and given the deafening volume of the crowd, you were certain everyone else knew too.

A steady beep like a heart monitor begins to play, with the drummer joining the pace shortly after. The crowd begins to quiet comparatively, and the sheet over the gurney is moved aside as the “corpse” underneath begins to sing.

Now, come one, come all to this tragic affair.

The voice drifts through the air, managing to beat out the frantic crowd who has abandoned their earlier momentary calm.

Wipe off that makeup, what’s in is despair.

The lead singer sits up, turning away from the crowd as he rolls off the gurney, never missing a beat in the song he’s singing. He turns toward the audience as he continues to sing, but you can’t really hear the words anymore.

“You just know.” Nami’s voice bubbles up in your mind for a moment.

You can’t hear the screaming either. The whole arena is gone, fallen away from any manner of concern you might have for it. There’s no stage.

It’s just a wide, endless ocean. Glass flat, stretching for miles, with a wide bright blue sky overhead and a few wisps of clouds. Like a dream. Just like that dream. Only there’s no formless creature beneath the waves, no warm hand just out of reach.

Your eyes are locked on him, and for a few impossibly long seconds nothing else matters.

Just you.

And him.

Statistics be damned.

#Famous Last Words #Trafalgar Law x reader #x reader #reader insert #trafalgar d water law #band AU #Soul Mate AU

[saywhatjessie]

And You and Yours

Day thirteen of the Advent calendar! Using this list. Day 13: Caroling/Carolers Fandom: Doctor Who - Pairing: Donna&TheDoctor 2.9k[Ao3]

Donna Noble didn’t think carolers were really real for most of her life.

Sure, you’d see groups of singers in the squares by the shops and churches put on little Christmas concerts but people didn’t really go door to door. Maybe they used to, back before serial killers or prime time telly you might be interrupting, but certainly not anymore.

But then the winter after her funny turn where she’d lost her memory, there’s been a knock on the door. Mum was out and Grandad was still depressed from whatever happened when he’d disappeared for a few days. So Donna got up and answered the door.

And there, on the doorstep, were three smiling people bundled up in Christmas sweaters. There was a beautiful redheaded woman with a round and honest face, as tall as the two men. There was a mousy gentleman, a little more reserved looking, with thatched hair and an embarrassed smile. And then between them was a skinny man in a red bowtie with floppy hair and a large chin, grinning at her like they were best friends.

“Can I help you?” she asked, a little bewildered. There was something familiar about the skinny man.

“Hello, good lady.” The man said, his grin spreading wider. “Fancy a carol?”

“You’re carolers?” She laughed. “We’ve never had carolers here. I didn’t think anyone did this in real life.”

“We don’t have to,” the shy man broke in. “Sorry for interrupting, thanks for opening the door–”

“Hang on,” the woman broke in. “She didn’t say she didn’t want one, let her decide for herself.”

Scottish. Donna appraised her and the woman appraised her back. They nodded at each other in mutual respect.

She crossed her arms. “Yeah, alright. Let’s hear it then.”

The skinny man bounced on his toes a little before counting them in.

They were terrible. They sang “God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen” and none of them were on pitch or on tempo.

At least the song was short.

When they were finished, the skinny man spread his hands like ‘Tada!’ Donna clapped, politely.

“That was terrible,” she told them, kind of undercutting the politeness of the clapping. But she was smiling. “Think you lot might need to rehearse a bit more. Did make me more cheerful, though.”

“Then our work here is done!” The skinny man cheered, not looking at all offended by Donna’s bluntness. “Thank you for humoring us, kind lady. And Merry Christmas to you and your family.”

She smiled back at them. “And to you and yours.”

She went back to grandad, curling up next to him on the couch.

“Who was that, dear?”

“Just some carolers.” She smiled. “They were right awful.”

He laughed, a sad sound. “You don’t have to be good at something to spread joy with it.”

“That’s true,” she smiled. 

It was quiet between them before a grinding clunking sound came in from outside and grandad sat up straighter.

“Did you hear that?” he asked Donna, urgently. “That whirring?”

“Wouldn’t call it whirring,” she snorted. “Great scraping and clamoring, more like.”

“But you heard it!” he said, brightly. “Good. Good, I was afraid I was hearing things.”

“Nah, you’re not senile yet.” She kissed his cheek before resting her head on his shoulder. “You should have seen those carolers. I hope they come back next year.”

Grandad laughed, kissing the top of Donna’s head. “I do think they will.”

The next year, she’d moved house. Only down the road, but still. She had a new husband and a baby on the way and she was feeling quite content with her life.

And the carolers do come back.

“Oh, hey!” Donna greeted them, grinning. “You found me again!”

“That we did!” The skinny man said, his bowtie green this time. “Care for another tune?”

“Are you any better than last year?”

“Not at all!” He told her cheerfully. “We can do Silent Night, though.”

Donna laughed, wrapping her sweater tighter around herself and leaning on the door frame. “All right then, let’s hear it.”

They sang. It was still off pitch but at least the song was slower so the timing wasn’t nearly as bad.

And, again, at least the song was short.

She clapped again when they’d finished.

“Very nice. Song choice was a little basic but,” she shrugged.

“A note we’ll take for next year.” The skinny man smiled, his expression soft. “Thank you again for listening. And for opening the door.”

“Thanks for the Christmas cheer,” she smiled back. “And merry Christmas to the three of you.”

“Thank you!” The woman said.

“Thanks,” the quiet man said.

“Thank you so much,” the skinny man said. “And to you and your family.”

“And you and yours.”

The next year, the skinny man is alone.

He’s dressed a little oddly: like someone from a play. He wore a top hat and a velvet waistcoat with a pocket watch chain and a long jacket.

He looked out of time. And heart wrenchingly sad.

“Just me this year, I’m afraid” he said, attempting a smile.

“That’s all right,” Donna said, softening automatically. She wasn’t sure what happened to the other two, but whatever it was, it couldn’t have been good. “I hope you can carry on without backup. I’ve been looking forward to your song all year.”

He laughed, a soft sound, like it was punched out of him. I’ll do my best.

He sang ‘Joy to the World’. Donna would have laughed at the irony if not for how defeated he looked.

He was just finishing up ‘and heaven and nature sing’ when the little one came toddling up, running into Donna’s legs.

“Hello, my baby,” Donna said, stooping to pick up the toddler. She turned back toward the man who had stopped singing, his cracked open with an emotion Donna couldn’t place. “Do you want to thank this nice man for the carol?”

“Thank you,” said the tiny voice, dutifully.

The man let out a choked laugh, nodding emphatically. “Of course. Thank you for listening. And Merry Christmas.” he gestured at the baby. “To you and your family.”

Donna smiled, reaching up a hand to keep the baby from grabbing her hair, and answering more sincerely than she maybe ever had. “And you and yours.”

The next year he was back with a new girl, small and pretty with dark hair and a smile full of light. And he was smiling again.

They sang “Hark the Herald Angels Sing”and the new girl was much better than the other two had been.

Donna clapped and complimented her and the skinny man looked very fond.

“You better start training up, mate,” Donna told him. “She’s outsinging you. Might go solo next year.”

“I’ll do my best,” he promised. “Merry Christmas–”

“To you and your family,” she finished for him.

He smiled, his eyes lighting up so brightly, like they had on that very first Christmas. “And you and yours.”

He didn’t come back the next year. She did, though. Accompanied by an older Scottish man.

“I was joking about you going solo,” Donna told her. “What happened to the skinny bowtie lad?”

She stifled a laugh, sucking her lips into her mouth as she looked at the older man.

He sighed. “He’s just feeling a little poorly,” the man promised Donna. “I hope I’m a worthy substitute.”

“Well, I dunno,” Donna said. “I kind of liked him. Even if he was tone deaf.” She tilted her head. “Can you sing?”

He blinked, as if he hadn’t considered that. “Well I guess we’re all about to find out.”

They sang “Jingle Bell Rock” which was not a Christmas Carol but sort of fit the new man’s vibe anyway. He was better at singing than the younger man.

Donna decided she liked him. He was familiar to her, like the last man had been. Did he remind her of grandad? Was it because he was Scottish, like the woman from the first two years had been?

He nodded his head in acknowledgement when they’d finished and Donna clapped.

Donna turned to the woman. “I can see why you ditched skinny.”

She laughed. The man smiled, indulgently.

“It was a lovely song,” Donna said. “And I hope to see you back next year.”

“I hope you will,” the man said, taking her in with a smile. “And a merry Christmas to you and your family.”

She paused for a moment, at the familiar words from an unfamiliar mouth, but her answer was the same regardless. “And you and yours.”

And they did come back, the both of them.

They sang “Little Drummer Boy”, their longest song yet. If someone had asked Donna, “Would Little Drummer Boy work in a Scottish accent?” She might have said no. But it did actually sound nice.

Donna’s four year old scampered up halfway through, listening in with quiet curiosity.

The man softened immediately at the sight, smiling through the lyrics and keeping time more jovially. The woman brightened and waved, absolutely melting when she received a tiny wave back.

Both Nobles clapped vigorously when the song finished.

“That was lovely,” the little one said, and both carolers tripped over themselves in thanks. “Can you sing Rudoplh?”

“Oh come now, baby, we don’t want to–”

“I would love to sing Rudolph,” the man cut in. “Would you like to sing with us?”

And Donna watched as these two grown adults played and sang with her child until they were both laughing too much to sing.

She was laughing, too. “All right, all right, thank you both, really, but this one needs a nap.”

Whining sprung up at the nap word but the grown ups bowed out with good grace.

“Merry Christmas to you and your people,” Donna said, changing the script just a bit.

The man grinned brightly and she wondered not for the first time if the skinny man was his son. Their eyes had the same manic joy. “And you and yours.”

The woman was gone the next year but the new one was just as delightful.

They sang “Deck the Halls” which, again, was pretty basic, but the new woman was a dreadful singer, and this song could at least be sung with brash enthusiasm. She was very jolly, her large curly hair swaying with her head and hands pointing into her deep brown smiling face as she sang the word ‘gay’ with an emphasis that made Donna laugh.

“You’re a riot,” Donna told her, when they’d finished singing. “Cannot sing a lick but you brightened my spirits right up.”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

“Oi!” Donna snapped. “None of this ‘ma’am’. Makes me sound old.”

“Oh, no of course not!” The woman said. “Just trying to be respectful. I’ve heard all about you.”

Donna snorted. “What, about a random woman you lot sing carols to?”

“The woman who isn’t afraid to call us terrible,” the man clarified with a small smile. “You’re a very genuine woman. It’s a valuable quality.”

Donna blinked, something funny coming over her head. “Thank you,” she brought a hand up  as something throbbed in her temple. “Oh, hell, I’ve just got a headache.”

The man looked alarmed. “Well then we won’t keep you!” He reached for the woman and turned her around, calling behind him as he walked down the steps. “Merry Christmas to you and your people!”

She called after him, bewildered, “And to you and yours!”

The headache faded almost as soon as she’d closed the door.

They didn't come back the next year. Or the year after that.

Donna was disappointed but Grandad was devastated. He never answered the door with her if he was visiting when they came but he loved hearing the stories. He always asked Donna every detail about the men or their companions, what they’re wearing or what they sing.

When no one shows up to carol, Grandad acted as if someone had died.

And who knows? Maybe they had. That older gent had been old. And the skinny man had been poorly for a while.

She didn’t get carolers for four years. A couple times she thought she heard that whirring grinding sound but there was never a knock at the door. She put it up to hearing things like Grandad.

Until, finally, in the fifth winter, she got a knock at the door.

Only when she opened it, she didn’t recognize any of the people.

And there were four of them this time. There was an older white man, but not as old as the last man, and a young black man beside him. There was a young woman with tawny skin and another woman, blonde, with a dangly ear cuff and manic glee on her face.

“Hello!” The manic woman said. “We would love to sing you some carols.”

“One carol,” the other woman corrected. “Sorry to interrupt, but if you’d like a song?”

“As many as you want!” The manic woman was really quite manic. “Anything for you. You doing well? You’re looking well.”

Donna just blinked. “Who the hell are you? I haven’t gotten carollers in years.”

“Oh,” She looked startled briefly before bouncing back. “Right! Yes!” The woman bounces a little on her feet, her long coat swirling. “So sorry if, uh, grandad worried you by disappearing. He had. Stuff. But he’s fine! Everyone’s fine, we’re all fine.”

“Yeah?” Donna asked, skeptically. “Then where is he?”

The woman hesitated but barreled on. “Well, you see, my brother – the skinny lad with the bowtie? – he had a rough turn. He’s fine now!” She rushed to reassure. “But he really missed being able to come out and carol. And grandad felt bad enough for doing it without him for so long. So they stopped. For… how long has it been exactly?”

“Five years.”

“Oh! That’s not so bad. Right, he stopped for five years. But now! He’s sent me and my fam out to carol instead! Said he’d been hogging the lovely neighbors.” She gestured at Donna.

Donna snorted. 

She was more relieved than she expected to hear the men were okay. He’d been worried about the redhead and the shy man and then about the pretty little brunette and now definitely about the young black lesbian, but just because they didn’t go caroling didn’t mean anything bad had happened. Not like the men with the bright and gleeful eyes.

“Yeah alright,” Donna agreed, deciding to roll with it. “Can you sing then?”

The woman grinned. “You tell me!”

They launched into ‘We Wish You a Merry Christmas’ and kept going through five verses until Donna stopped them.

“Okay, yes, you can sing just fine!” She laughed before pointing at the young black man. “You don’t know the words, though. Did you think you could just mumble along and we wouldn't notice?”

The older man laughed. “That’s exactly what he thought.”

“She sprung this on us kind of fast!” The young man protested. “And I didn’t already know the words like you both seem to.”

“Oh, leave him alone, Graham,” the blond woman grinned. “I’m just happy he came out with us. And I’m happy you,” she said, gesturing to Donna. “Are just as brilliant as you ever were. Or so I’ve heard.”

Donna smiled, leaning her weight on the door frame. “Well, you heard right. I am brilliant.”

The manic woman grinned and Donna saw it again. That same frenetic joy. The smile like one would give their best friend.

It was a weird way to find a family resemblance but Donna couldn’t think what else it would be. Why they would all look at her like that.

“Well thank you for opening the door. And a merry Christmas to–”

“Me and my people?” Donna asked. The woman nodded, her face soft. “Thank you. And the same to you and yours.” Donna smirked. “But I’ll bet you knew that.”

The woman grinned a manic grin and the three people with her stared between them in wonder.

“Right then,” Donna said. “Off you pop. And I better see all of you next year. This is the best vocal arrangement we’ve had yet. And make sure this one knows the words.”

The other woman laughed. “We will. Thanks again. And merry Christmas.”

Donna waved them off and closed the door, watching through the window as they all turned down into an alley. A blue box was just barely visible.

She turned back with a sigh, happy to know that everyone was fine and she’d see them next year. But before anything else, she had to call grandad. She knew he’d be thrilled.

The same gang came back next year. They sang “The First Noel” and it really was beautiful. It was.

The next year, the two men had gone and were replaced with a new one. They sang Frosty the Snowman. It was very sweet.

And the next year, she knew them all. She knew who they’d been, she knew their names and their adventures, and she had her doctor with his old face living in the TARDIS in her backyard.

And the oldest doctor – the bigenerated one that she’d helped pull out herself – was standing on her doorstep.

“Care for a carol miss?”

“Oh, you cheeky little cmuppet,” Donna yelled at him.

And he threw his head back with that same manic glint in his eye, that look that she was his best friend, and he laughed.

#Doctor Who #Donna Noble #oops I wrote a thing #Writing Advent #I DID IT I WROTE A DOCTOR WHO FIC FOR THE DOCTOR WHO PROMPT LIST

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

The Way I Loved You [Part Three]

Fandom: American Actor, RPF, Elvis Movie, Elvis

Pairing:  Elvis Presley x Reader, Austin Butler x Reader

Characters:  Elvis Presley, Austin Butler, Reader, You, Sam Phillips, Marian Keisker, Red West, Vernon Presley, Colonel Tom Parker, Original Characters, Billy Smith, Gene Smith, Judy Spreckles

Word Count: 3563 // Rating: Teen & Up

Summary:  'Cause I'm not ready, To find out you know how to forget me

Tags/ Warnings: My Writing, Halloween Challenge, Writing Challenge, Songfics, Past Relationships, Established Relationships, Songfic, Taylor Swift Song, The Way I Loved You, Set in Memphis, Gigs, Set in the 50s, Mixed Timeline, Austin goes back in time, Romance, Arguing, Angst, Fluff, Moping, Heartache, Trigger Warning the Colonel’s in this, Hints at Gladys’ Illness, Graceland, Touring, Concerts, Movie Star Elvis, Song Fic

Part One // The Way I Loved You // Taylor Swift

Part Two // 7 Summers // Morgan Wallen

Part Three // Forget Me // Lewis Capaldi 

Notes:  This is part of my writing Challenge for Halloween 2022. All fics are based off of songs I love. The aim is to write one fic a day for 15 days straight. I’m doing a similar thing for Christmas but they will all be headcanons [requests welcome for that] Enjoy x  

I didn’t think that there would be a part three to this fic but writing this for Forget Me made me think so so much of it and who doesn’t want a Elvis & Austin fighting over them

15 DAYS OF SONGFICS FOR HALLOWEEN (OCT 15TH - OCT 31ST)

PART ONE // PART TWO // PART THREE

Elvis groaned as he was awoken by the bright light now streaming through the window as the Colonel pushed the curtains open. The older plump man was standing by the window, a cigar hanging out of his mouth as he placed his hands on his hips watching the young boy wince and throw his head underneath a pillow.

‘Now come on my boy,’ the Colonel said, ‘we’ve got places to be.’ ‘Don’t wanna,’ he grumbled into the pillow. He didn’t want to. He didn’t want to do much of anything. He’d been home from touring for the past week. And for that week he’d spent most of it confined to his room, moping. ‘Well we have a contract to fulfil and you’re back on stage tonight,’ the Colonel said grabbing the pillow off of Elvis’ head and launching it to where his feet were at the end of it, under the blanket. ‘Tell 'em I’m sick,’ he said as he pushed himself up so he was sitting up against the headboard, his arms now folded across his chest. The Colonel sighed and placed a hand on the boy's bare shoulder. ‘My boy, heartache can be the most incapacitating illness of all but it, unfortunately, doesn't qualify you to get out of a pre-existing arrangement. Now, I want you washed, dressed and downstairs in ten minutes,’ he offered Elvis a sympathetic smile and then walked out of the room leaving him watching the space where he went, a scowl on his face.

He sat there pouting for a moment before he decided there wasn’t much point in it and made his way to get showered. He turned on the shower and disrobed out of the pyjama pants and boxers he was wearing so he could step under the powerful stream of water. He shivered a little as it hit his skin, a little colder than he anticipated but enough to wake him up.

As he let the warming water fall down his body he let his mind wander. This first week had been his first full week back home in months. He’d been busy touring and out in Hollywood shooting a film. But now back in the confines of Graceland and without the constant distractions celebrity brought with it he found he was missing Y/N more than he had realised. He hadn’t wanted to break up with her. He probably wouldn’t have if the Colonel hadn’t insisted that this was the right move for his career. He needed to promote himself. He needed to appear open to all. The press liked to link him to his co-stars or to other celebrities. The hype that those news stories brought with them was not to be sniffed at but it lost all traction once people knew that it was all false. But that didn’t mean he didn’t love her. It didn’t mean that as he showered he wasn’t wondering where she was or what she was doing.

He supposed he could go and find out for himself. Her parent's house was mere miles away and he could be there in ten minutes. He could call her right now. But he couldn't. They couldn’t be together right now, he knew that. Maybe someday but not today.

After cleaning himself and running the water through his hair a couple of times he climbed out and wrapped himself in a towel. He shaved, brushed his teeth and then dressed so he could head downstairs and meet the Colonel. He was hanging around by the living room where his Mama, Daddy, and Dodger were sitting around.

‘Ah my boy,’ the Colonel said clapping Elvis on the shoulder, ‘are you ready for the off?’ ‘Yeah,’ Elvis said looking at his family. He could hear the boys in the front yard already waiting for him and his Daddy stood up as he came in. His Mama stayed put. ‘Aren’t you coming Satnin?’ he asked walking into the room and perching on the arm of the chair she was sitting in. He placed his arm around her and she leaned into him. ‘No Booby,’ she said looking up at him, ‘I’m not feeling too well tonight.’ ‘What’s the matter?’ he asked with worry, ‘need us to call a doctor?’ ‘No, no,’ Gladys said. ‘If you need me to stay I will,’ he said. His concern for his mother was real but the hope of getting out of performing tonight was also a key factor. He didn’t feel like doing much of anything. ‘Don’t be silly,’ Vernon said, ‘she’s fine right doll?’ ‘Yeah,’ Gladys said with a tired smile, ‘just all the excitement of having you home this week I think.’ ‘Well I’ll be back as soon as this things over,’ he said. ‘Not a moment too soon,’ she said. Elvis nodded and leaned down placing a kiss on her temple. Then with a sigh, he climbed up off of the chair and headed to the doorway.

‘Let’s get this show on the road then,’ he said heading outside his Daddy and the Colonel close behind him. Though he owned many cars there were only a couple waiting in his driveway and various men loitering by them. Scotty and Bill were by a big van where their instruments were stored whilst Billy, Red, Gene and his girlfriend, Judy, were waiting by his Eldorado.

‘Hey EP,’ Billy said, ‘we didn’t know which car you’d wanna take but I guessed the dorado.’ ‘Any’s fine,’ Elvis said moving around to climb in the passenger side. There was a glance shared between the boys and Vernon. Elvis liked to drive himself whoever else got a seat inside he didn’t care much about. He seemed to pick up on their hesitation and looked around to find everyone hovering. ‘Are y’all gonna git inside or am I going alone?’ Elvis asked his brows raised. ‘Of course ol’ boy,’ the Colonel said as he headed to the van. Vernon smiled at his son and followed the bigger gentlemen so they could sit in the back bench. Scotty and Bill climbed up front. ‘You want me to drive man?’ Red said. Elvis waved his hand in a sort of 'whatever' gesture and turned to look out over the fields of Graceland. Red grabbed the keys out of Billy’s hand and slid in beside his friend starting up the engine as Billy, Gene and Judy slid into the back seat.

Once everyone was inside Red set off down the drive with the van close behind. The screaming and excitement grew by the gate as it opened slowly. Elvis waved and smiled as banners, smiles and arms were thrown out at him. He shook a couple of hands, listening to the babble of teenage girls as it echoed around them. Then it broke away. Red had navigated his way safely and slowly through the mob until they were on the road headed to their gig. The car was quiet. Red had put the radio on but the DJ was the only one speaking for the first ten minutes of the journey.

They could have spoken. They had stuff they needed to run through about tonight’s show. But something was off with Elvis. And they were sure it was girl related. Elvis and his long-term beau had split for months now and until now he had seemed okay. Then he had come back home and he’d gone into one of his moods. One that seemed to be lasting into his performance tonight. It wasn’t a big thing. A little benefit gig with him and a couple of other artists, a favour to Sam Phillips. But it still deserved his attention. The people of Memphis weren’t going to take too kindly to being given a lacklustre performance, not when he’d been out there giving it his all in Hollywood.

‘So,’ Billy said after a beat, ‘have you and the boys figured out what you’re gonna do tonight?’ ‘Go out there, sing a couple of songs, what else is there to it,’ Elvis said sarcastically. ‘I was just wondering,’ Billy mumbled shrinking back into his seat. The conversation picked up a bit from there but Elvis didn’t participate much. He was too heartbroken. He missed her. How many times had they driven to shows around Memphis, hell, Tennessee? Laughin' and joking with the guys. Her quelling his pre-show jitters. Her falling asleep on him on the way back or the two of them taking the car home alone. Parking up somewhere secluded and hosting a little show of their own. Everything was hitting him that bit harder this week. It was the first of everything back home without her.

Elvis tried to tune them out. They had started talking about something or nothing, none of it really interested him until he heard Judy say something that caught his attention.

‘That’s what Darla said but Y/N said there wasn’t a chance-’ ‘You’ve seen her?’ Elvis said swivelling around. She looked at him wide-eyed and then at her boyfriend Gene whose expression matched hers. ‘W-w-what?’ Gene stammered. ‘Yes,’ Judy said overriding her boyfriend’s nervousness, ‘we went to Chrissy’s baby shower.’ ‘How was she?’ Elvis asked, hope in his voice. ‘Good,’ Judy said. ‘Oh,’ Elvis said his face falling into a frown. ‘I mean she seemed good,’ Judy said, ‘but I think it was just a front you know for Chrissy…’ ‘Yeah,’ Gene said, ‘can’t ruin someone else’s party.’ ‘You think?’ Elvis said looking at Judy with sad eyes. ‘I’ve not seen her much but Darla said she’s been pretty miserable…always moping about. Ducked out on a couple of parties which really stuck in Darla’s craw and,’ Judy said with a laugh though she stopped as her words must have come together in her head. ‘And?’ Elvis said. He needed to know whatever it was. Good or bad. ‘And apparently, this is all from Peg so god knows if it’s true but she was at the church bakesale and apparently threw the radio across the room when your song came on.' ‘Honey Peg talks a crock of shit,’ Gene said earning a glare from his friend. ‘I thought so too but Rhonda said the same thing. Well apparently it was more of a crying and running out situation but who knows? Apparently, her mom just carried on like nothing was wrong.’

Elvis nodded taking in all the information his friends had relayed to him. There seemed to be a little more discussion about the quality of Peg and her testimony before it devolved into church-based gossip and then into local news. But Elvis wasn’t paying any attention to that.

She was doing about as well as he was. She was miserable. And if she wasn’t miserable she hated him. Though it made him sad to think of the way they used to be Elvis smiled a little. At least if she was flying into rages or bursting into tears she was still thinking of him. Maybe there was still a chance.

They arrived at the venue in enough time for him and the boys to go over a few numbers. As they prepped themselves on stage he waited nervously in the wings trying to quell the nerves he was feeling. He could hear the compere riffing with the crowd trying to lift the lull of setting up for the next act. As he cursed the nervousness he always felt pre-show he felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to find Sam Phillips smiling at him with his right-hand woman, Marian, next to him.

‘Hey Elvis,’ Sam said embracing the young man. ‘Heya Sam,’ Elvis said, ‘shouldn’t y’all be sat down? ‘Oh, we were. Just wanted to see you. Nervous?’ ‘A little,’ Elvis shrugged. ‘Oh well you’ll be fine,’ Marian said dusting a spec of dust off of his shirt as she looked up at him adoringly, ‘you always are.’ ‘Sure are,’ Sam said, ‘thanks for being part of this by the way. I know you’re a big name now but it really means a lot.’ ‘It’s no big deal,’ Elvis said a little bashful. ‘We mean it. With all the attention you got us we’ve managed to sign some pretty good new talent,’ Sam said earning himself a dig in the ribs from Marian. ‘Now’s not the time to talk shop,’ Marian said rolling her eyes, ‘but we’re thankful regardless.' ‘You guys are like family,’ Elvis said, ‘I’d do anything for you you know that.’ ‘Speaking of,’ Marian said, ‘your mama not here tonight? I don’t think I saw her in the crowd.’ ‘Not feeling too well,’ Elvis said. ‘Well I hope she’s better soon,’ Marian said with a kind smile. ‘Y/N not feeling too well either? Shame for both of them to miss a night like this,’ Sam said. Elvis’ smile disappeared at the same time Marian elbowed Sam again. ‘Ow,’ Sam grumbled, ‘I was just asking-’ ‘We broke up,’ Elvis said trying to ignore the lump in his throat as he did. ‘I did say but you know what he’s like he never listens to me,’ Marian said rubbing her hand on Elvis’ bicep. ‘Oh yeah,’ Sam said, ‘she’s getting married right? Shame. The pair of you were well suited.’

Before he could reply he was being introduced and the two of them were shooing him onto the stage unknowing they had just dropped a bombshell on him. He stumbled onto the stage and plastered a smile on his face. It was time to get on with the show.

It had passed in a blur. He’d been his upbeat usual self. The crowd had lapped it up. His voice was good, his dancing electric but to those who knew him, it was evident his heart wasn’t in it. As soon as he was off stage he was telling the boys to take the others home in the van and taking the keys out of Red’s hands. That was how he had ended up here. Outside Y/N’s parent's house sitting in his car.

He didn’t know what he wanted or what he expected. Did he think that when he pulled up she’d be sitting on her front porch thinking about him? That she’d rush into his arms and they’d be back together again? He knew he was probably being foolish. Selfish even. After all, he’d been the one to end things what right did he have to come back into her life all these months later just to see if she was still heartbroken? And if she was doing okay? If she had moved on or even thought about getting married so what? What control did he have over that?

If he was being honest to himself though. He didn’t know what he wanted more. At least if she was angry and heartbroken she was still his. There would still be a chance. But if she had moved on he couldn’t blame her. It had been a situation of his own making. But that second option was worse. He’d rather all the vitriol and hate than her not knowing he existed.

He was sitting in his car, his eye trained on the house. He could’ve gone up and knocked but given the earful her dad had given him when he rang Graceland the day after they’d split he figured it was probably better to loiter and see if she was home first. That and her bedroom light was out which meant she was probably out. He wondered where. With friends? With family? With him?

Eventually, Elvis was pulled out of his thoughts as the front door opened. As he looked up Y/N stepped out onto the front porch. She was lit only by the porchlight but Elvis could see she still looked radiant. Then as she moved out of the way someone else stepped through the door. A guy. She was laughing at something he had said and he was watching her with a smile. As the door closed behind them he pulled her into him, his hand moving a strand of hair out of her face. Elvis’ heart sank.

She looked up at this man adoringly the way she had used to look at him. Elvis watched as the man leant down and captured her lips with his. He watched them, unable to tear his gaze away until finally, they broke apart. They exchanged some pleasantries and then he was walking off the porch and down the drive, though their hands lingered touching for a moment before he went. He looked back a couple of times as he headed to his car and Y/N watched him go until finally, she slipped back inside, not knowing their goodbye had just been watched.

She hadn’t even been inside a minute before Elvis was grabbing his keys and climbing out of his car. He had parked across the street but he was across the road in no time walking down the sidewalk until he was on her drive heading up it quickly. As his foot hit the first step of the porch he heard a noise behind him and looked to find the man standing at the end of her drive.

‘I wouldn’t do that you know,’ he said. He was leaning against a fence post watching Elvis. ‘Oh yeah?’ Elvis said scrutinising the guy. He was as tall as Elvis, maybe an inch shorter at most, and they were built the same though Elvis was a tiny bit more filled out. He was tanned and he had blonde hair that Elvis doubted would be any different to his if he hadn’t started dying it. ‘She’s not in the mood to talk to you,’ he said simply walking away. Elvis looked between the house and the guy and then with a cuss word under his breath he followed him. The man was perching on the hood of his car now. It was a black Buick, nothing too showy but nevertheless a nice car.

‘How do you know what she is and isn’t? What are you her keeper?’ ‘Fiance,’ he corrected. Ice formed in Elvis’ stomach. It was true. The man continued, ‘I mean that’s why you’re here right?’ ‘How did you even know I was here?’ Elvis said. ‘Well, I figured it could just be a coincidence a car like the one my girl's ex drives was sitting on her street,’ he shrugged, ‘but then again I figure there aren’t too many custom-coloured Eldorados out there.’ ‘Look-’ Elvis said suddenly realising he didn’t know the man’s name. ‘Austin,’ he said gesturing for him to continue. ‘Look Austin,’ he said in a faux sweet tone, ‘I get you wanna warn me off your girl or whatever but I came to speak with her. And if I know her I’d bet she’d want to speak to me herself rather than her guard dog so…’

Elvis started to turn to walk towards the house but Austin spoke capturing his attention as he said, ‘I ain’t gonna stop you but I am gonna ask that you don’t speak to her.’ ‘And why shouldn't I?’ Elvis said. ‘Because she’s happy,’ Austin said simply, ‘or at least she’s seeing she can be. You broke her heart. When I met her she was a wreck. A wreck that was pretending she was okay. And now she’s not. She’s moved on and if you go in there and tell her whatever you’re going to it’ll only mess with her head.’ ‘But maybe I was wrong,’ Elvis said a twinge of sadness flooding him as he listened to the man's words. ‘Maybe,’ Austin said, ‘but maybe you did the right thing.’ ‘What by letting her meet you you mean?’ Elvis said with a scoff. ‘Yeah,’ Austin said, ‘because I never in a million years thought I’d land a girl as sweet, funny and beautiful as her. I mean I know I’m not the most handsome or the richest guy but she loves me. And I love her more than anything. And I plan on spending every single day of my life proving to her just how much I do love her. Just because you were too blind to see what you had doesn’t mean that she deserves to have her heart messed with.’

Elvis thought he’d had the wind knocked out of him. Austin was watching him with pleading eyes. Elvis glanced between him and the house. He could go up there now. Knock on the door and tell her how much he loves her. Hope that she’d pick him. But did he want that? Or did he just want her back because he was upset she’d managed to get over him?

‘I’m not gonna stop you,’ Austin said, ‘just think about it.’

And with that, he turned and got into his car and pulled away leaving Elvis standing on the sidewalk watching as his car disappeared down the end of the street. With one last look at the house, he sighed. And then he headed back to his car and climbed inside. As he looked at the house again he could see her through her bedroom window. She was in pyjamas now, backlit by the low lamplight, and stunningly beautiful. She was just getting ready for bed unknowing that she was being watched.

She seemed okay. Happy. Isn’t that what he wanted?

Elvis sighed. Maybe he liked it better when he thought she was miserable.

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[psychic-refugee]

Curious as to what you think of the resurgence of click bait articles claiming Percy has been taken out of Wednesday season 2? Went to do a quick check on him on Google and it was the top results again after a blissful period of silence. Also I love your mood boards <3

I think everything should always be reviewed with a critical eye, within context, and as a whole.

I think it’s worth noting that there was a “blissful period of silence.” Slow periods of gossip like to be filled with more gossip. I feel like these days “X male actor caught in accusation scandal” is low hanging fruit.

It’s very easy to get the gullible riled up and angry, as we’ve witnessed with PHW antis.

We also see that in short succession, we also saw Trump lose a second defamation case against E. Jean Carrol AND Danny Masterson just got 30 years for his rape trial.

I don’t specifically think it was a concerted effort by this particular gossip rag to write about all them together, but I think they can see what will get a lot of clicks given the current social climate.

I will say that the Daily Mail article had the most decisive language to date in terms of outright saying he was kicked off. But they still did CYA later on by specifying that a) Netflix hasn’t confirmed this and b) it was a “close family friend” who “told” them. The latter also gave me pause because it’s different that the normal go to “insider.”

Both the decisive language and different “source” did more to make the story seem credible, but it’s still all sleight of hand mind tricks. In context, additionally, the Daily Mail is also a bigger gossip rag than the rando, smaller gossip sites.

IMO, Daily Mail can be more aggressive in their language because they’re bigger and probably have a more robust legal department. They can flirt closer with libel than other sources simply because they have money. Money is intimidating and a shield, they can say things with more confidence even if they know it’s all bullshit.

I wouldn’t be surprised, nor would I blame anyone, if people were more worried about this article than the others.

I would not worry at this point, because despite the more aggressive language, it still has the pitfalls of the nobody sites such as Poptingz or whatever.

It’s a gossip site, it’s bread and butter are clicks and getting people talking. I think there’s an expectation that it’s not a reliable source, legally most of them are categorized as “Entertainment” vs News. There’s no money in being ethical, factual, or writing the truth.

Why now? The accusations are almost a year old and PHW hasn’t been arrested nor is there a hint of a police report. There is documented evidence of the accusers retracting and clarifying that PHW hasn’t done anything criminal to them personally, only that they heard or speculate that he did something criminal to others. It would be strange IMO to drop him now, rather than earlier when the fervor was at an all-time high AND before the accusers incriminated themselves and tossed away any shred of credibility they might have had.

I think Netflix has enough problems right now, they don’t need to get a reputation of not standing by their talent when there is such poor, unsubstantiated evidence. It would also set a precedent that all a competing actor needs to do is create a sock account and accuse someone of malfeasance.

These idiots on twitter and tumblr were believing accounts with no name or real PFP, screenshots that could easily be faked and also showed no criminal intent, and the accusers bragged about “canceling” someone across MULTIPLE social media sites.

I would be hard pressed to believe that any reasonable company would see loud idiots on twitter and Insta as a bellwether for real life sentiment.

The idiots stick to their safe space of social media rather than real life for a reason. These people don’t actually care about women, victims, or justice. They simply see an easy and trendy way to take the moral high ground to justify being their worst selves.

They basically want a pat on the back for being gullible, telling someone to kill themselves, and falling face first into fascism (which is what arresting someone with no evidence is).

They can only do this on social media. I would bet money that no one in their real life is aware of their beliefs or what they’ve said to people online.

Overall, I think the only time we should be really worried is if any NEW accusations AND actual, substantiated evidence are brought forth, AND an actual police report was made, followed up by charges from the Crown.

Otherwise, it’s just recycling the same bullshit and stirring the pot.

Glad you like the moodboards! Thanks for liking and reblogging.

I do respond to asks, so feel free to put in a request. I just can't guarantee a time frame. lol

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[kissthesun-gvf]

Like the Old Days

y'all I have been in the biggest writing slump. college has me writing so much that as soon as I have free time, my brain is fried :(

so let me preface this by saying that this might not be my best work, and there will likely be edits to it--- the time jumps are mostly because I couldn't think of any smoother transitions.

anyways, I hope you like it <3

The incessant knocking at your door had you stumbling across your apartment and rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you fumbled with the lock. You opened the door and were instantly bombarded with your past. “Jacob,” was all you could mumble out before you woke up.

Your eyes shot open not to your ex boyfriend, but instead the ceiling of your bedroom. It was a dream. In that moment you knew it was a dream, but that didn’t stop the pit in your stomach that was accompanied by the scent of him that was drilled into your brain. The sound of his laugh. The feeling of his hand in yours. But you sat up and snapped out of it, turning off your alarm and starting your day. You had a new life with a new job to get to, and Jake was off doing god only knows what with his band. For your own sake, you had blocked all of their social media accounts to stop yourself from reminiscing. He could call you, of course, but you knew he wouldn’t.

**************

“Hey, where are you right now?” You blinked back to reality to find your best friend and coworker standing in front of your desk with the Monday morning coffee the two of you had gotten used to indulging in. “I’m here, just. Tired. I had a really weird dream last night,” you replied with a sigh. She raised her eyebrow with interest and you proceeded to fill her in. She already knew about your history with Jake, but instead of being on team-moving on, she was 110% on team-get back with the rock star. “Well if you’re dreaming about him it’s probably a sign, right?” The grin plastered across her face had you about to throw your coffee right back at her. “No, that’s the last thing it is. Us splitting up really was for the best, we’ve been over this.” You had explained this to her time and time again, but that never had her fully convinced that you shouldn’t reach out to him. So, she tried convincing again: “Why don’t you text him? What’s the harm in reaching out?” At this point she was hanging over the side of your cubicle for dramatic effect. “The harm is that I could get sucked right back into the life I’ve finally moved on from!” You knew explaining this to her was no use, but you had to try anyways. “I’m not saying you have to go crawling back to him– quit your job and follow him around like a puppy, but you could at least be friends again, would that be so bad?” You shook you head before she could finish her sentence. “There’s no ‘just friends’ with me and Jake, it doesn’t work like that. Never has, never will,” you went back to your work and tried to put him out of your mind. His stupid smile, his stupid guitar, the stupid way he would sing you to sleep.

**************

You thought you had her convinced until the end of the day when she made her way back to your desk with the same grin on her face as earlier in the day. “What now?” You asked nervously, eyeing the piece of paper she had in her hand. She stuck it out for you to see a printed concert ticket. And then you looked closer. “You didn’t.” You whispered as you realized what you were looking at. “They’ll  be in town in two weeks! I told you this dream was a sign,” she sighed dreamily, leaning next to you. You decided your best move was just to take it from her and not fight it. You could sell the ticket and come up with some excuse for her later. You had to sell it. You wouldn’t let yourself go. You’d worked so hard to move on from him, you wouldn’t go back. And he wouldn’t want it anyways. Jake would stay in the back of your mind, like his clothes and letters in the back of your closet (yes, the ones you said you would donate and burn.)

**************

Things were going surprisingly well. The show was halfway over and you had managed to make it through without crying at any of the songs or being spotted by any of the guys. Your spot in the seats on Sam’s side had kept you safely anonymous until the encore. Sam was over near the edge of the stage, schmoozing the fans, and you swore he made eye contact with you. There was no way. It was dark, and it was half a second and it was just impossible. But just to be safe, you tried your best to make your fastest escape from the venue. This, of course, was next to impossible considering the amount of people also leaving. You had nearly made it past the merch booth and to the doors when a security guard made his way up to you. “Excuse me, miss. You’re being asked for backstage.” Fuck. Your heart dropped to your stomach. Sam must have seen you. And not only that, sent someone to find you. Did he just want to say hi? Or had he told Jake? Not that you had time to think about it, because you quickly found your way backstage and in front of a dressing room door. You paused a moment in front of the closed door in front of you. Were you really doing this? Were you really about to see him? After all the work you put in to move on, all the heartbreak you endured and knew he had too. Was it really worth it? 

Before you could decide, you heard the handle turn. And there he was. In that split second you scanned his face- he had aged a bit, of course- his hair was longer and he didn’t have quite as much of a “baby face”, but he was Jake. Your Jake. The one you had grown up with, and loved, and lost. “Jacob,” was all you could mumble out. “Hi,” he croaked back. “Sam said you were here, he uh, said he saw you in the crowd?” You nodded, still trying your best to form coherent thoughts. “You didn’t feel like taking your old place ‘Jake-side’, huh?” he laughed awkwardly. You grinned and shook your head. “Just didn’t feel like distracting you, I guess.” He stepped back into the room and you followed, sitting on the couch opposite of where he was leaning against the counter. He took a deep breath. “Why are you here?” he blurted, and you could tell that he had forced himself to say it. “I’m sorry, but I had to ask it. I mean, it’s been like a year now, right?” You nodded as you formed your response. “Yeah, that’s a valid question Jake,” you began, explaining how your friend had brought up the show near you and convinced you to go “for old times sake” and how you had agreed, not expecting any of them to see you, and definitely not expecting to be pulled aside by a security guard after the show and taken backstage. You sat silently for a moment before he spoke again. “But how did the topic come up? Of her finding the show? Were you talking about me?” A smirk spread across his face as he asked the last question. Always a little full of himself, that hadn’t changed. You could tell him. I mean at the end of the day, he had been your first love. He knew you better than you cared to admit. “Funny story… I had a dream about you, the night before I had that conversation with her at work. That’s how it came up…” Jake laughed under his breath at the thought of you dreaming about him. “Oh you did, did you?” he pried. You know what he was getting at. “That’s classified information, Jacob, but it’s not what you think.” “You sure about that, honey?” You froze at his use of your old nickname. The name he had called you on your first date, after your first kiss, and on the day you broke up. His sweet girl. Sweeter than honey. “Yeah, yeah I’m sure.” You couldn’t stop the grin peeking on your face. Talking to him had gotten easy so quickly, just like it had when you met. You fell into conversation about your work and his, but stayed safely on the other side of the room, far away from his wandering eyes and hands. Jake was a lot of things, but subtle wasn’t one of them. You could tell he was fighting with his instincts right now, just as you were. Even after a year apart, you knew each other so well. As hard as you tried not to think about it, you couldn’t help but look at him and see the curve of his jaw where you used to leave kisses, the calloused fingers that held yours constantly. And you missed it. And by the silence of the dressing room at this moment, you could tell he did too. “The hotel we’re staying at has a pretty nice bar,” Jake implied as he stood from his place on the couch. “Jake…” you sighed. Yes, you both knew it was a bad idea for this to go any further. But it was Jake. “You’re telling me after tonight you couldn’t use a drink?” He smiled and stepped towards you. “One drink. That’s it.” You said it firmly and looked into his eyes to get your point across. Damnit, his eyes. You forced your gaze away and followed him out the door.

**************

He just had to bring up a memory. Had to reminisce, and you had to smile. And then he had to land his hand just above your knee, which had been bumping into his as you sat next to him at the bar, slowly sipping the drink he had insisted on buying you. “Jake, I’m serious. Just drinks,” you reminded him. “Oh come on, sugar, it’s just me,” he mumbled, looking down at his drink. “Yeah, it is you, Jake, which is why I have to be exceedingly careful how far I let this go…” you paused, not sure how to say what you both were thinking. “We made this decision for the both of us, Jake, remember?” He nodded, glancing up at you. “That doesn’t mean I liked it,” he stuttered. You knew he rarely did that, only when he was feeling especially emotional. Looking up and seeing the tears in his eyes forced your attention to the ones threatening to spill down your face. “It doesn’t mean I wanted it either, but we decided it was for the best.” You swallowed hard and choked down your emotions. You both sat in silence, causing the sounds of the room around you to rush back in. Surely nobody else in the bar was paying attention, or so you hoped. “I’m going back up to my room to work on some songs,” Jake sighed and stood up. “I’m not gonna push anything on you, but the door’s unlocked.” That’s all he said. He barely met your eyes before he walked away.

**************

You couldn’t follow him. You hadn’t back then, and you wouldn’t now. But it was like magnetic force was drawing you upstairs. You could set boundaries, and Jake would respect them. But this night must have been a second chance. The universe wouldn’t have brought you here for no reason. So for the second time today you found yourself with nothing but a door between you and your past– and your future. You quickly wiped the tears from under your eyes and turned the knob.

“I can’t love you like the old days, Jake. It doesn’t work that way,” you whispered. Jake swallowed and stopped himself from stepping towards you. “Maybe we don’t have to love like we did then. Maybe we can love like we are now.” You nodded and stepped towards him as he sat on the edge of the bed. His hands reached around your thighs and you leaned down to hold his face in your hands. Nothing had changed. He was still Jake. Your Jake. And you couldn’t stop yourself. You leaned in.

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[being-addie]

This guy I was talking to months ago back in November we met at a after party concert, hooked up that night in a hotel then texted after...I told him I wanted a relationship and he said the same but was hard making plans because of the fact that he lived pretty far away (an hour and half) and said he wasn’t going to drive all the way to me to just drive back the same day so always asked if he could spend the night and I currently live with my sister and her bf so always have to ask so it never really worked out and we didn’t hang out except for get drinks like a month later but didn’t hookup again or anything...he let me know that he was also moving back to where he is from due to the military and said he was sorry for leading me on, and said we could be friends to which I didn’t respond 😂 anyway...he messaged me the other day and it’s been since January we’ve talked. He goes “hey” and i was like “hey who is this” and he goes “you forgot that fast” and I was like “🤦��♀️ who lol” then he tells me his name I really didn’t know because I deleted his contact then I was like “what’s up” and he goes “how u been?” And I’m like “pretty good, and you?” And he goes “same as well” and then I liked the text and he goes “you don’t wanna talk no more?” And I was like “I do” and he goes “really” and I was like “yeah we can be friends” and he goes “dinner type friends ?” And I was like “yeah” but I just don’t understand him or what he means lol

Okay. I've studied body language and psychology as a side hobby for a while. And one thing I can regretfully, but with certainty, I can say, is that this man wanted one thing. A hookup. He got it but wasn't interested in a relationship and tried to derail any chances of one (in this case, just making meeting also a chore). Unfortunately, this is a side effect of hookup culture, and many men are now doing this sleazy tactic, of getting sex with no strings. It's a lose-lose for the woman.

So then he tells you he's moving away and apologizes for leading you on. Not very effective, now that what's done is done and he didn't even try before. But I digress. Now he texts you after a good 4-5 months and wants to rekindle a friendship. He conveniently forgot about keeping in touch and when he's back in town I assume, he wants to be "dinner type friends"?

Honey, this man wants one thing. Sex. And if you want a stable relationship this man is not it. Cut him off, because to him? You're a booty call. I strongly tell every girl I know to work on herself and cultivate her interests before giving a man access to her heart or body. Men like these are wasting your time and making you unhappier. There are so many good men out there, why are you entertaining a man who didn't even try for you?

Know your worth. Restrict access to your mind and body for people who don't deserve it. And remove those who are draining your happiness and mental health from your life. You know what to do, love. xoxo

#💌ask addie💌 #asks

[cevans-seb]

Hot High

Pairing: Johnny x Reader; Jake x Reader

warning: none

Word Count: 1.6k

“I know what I saw! I wouldn’t lie to you, ___” Johnny defended.  “Ransom is a selfish prick and only uses you because of your powers. He doesn’t feel the same and is stringing you along, so he can benefit from being your friend.” 

“That's not true, Johnny; Ransom has been my friend since elementary, and he wouldn’t flake on me-especially if he knows how important it is to me.” 

This argument has been going on for ten minutes. The bickering between a hot head and a pothead. It began when Johnny saw Ransom conversing with Martha about a date tonight. Even though your recital is tonight, the same recital you told Ransom about earlier this week. 

“Maybe you just heard it wrong?” You shrugged. “Maybe they were planning the date for next week or something? Ransom isn’t like that and I hate that you think so lowly of him.” you were fuming. Johnny's dislike for Ransom began when Johnny noticed Ransom using you for your powers. It started off innocent enough, but he saw how consistent the routine became. Sprouting out weed bushes whenever he needed a hit or to sell to other college kids. He was utilizing your power for his own personal gain and Johnny was tired of it.

“If you don’t believe me, call Ransom. Call the bitch and he can confirm all I’m telling you.”

“I’m not calling him! I know my best friend and maybe you need to stay out of our friendship. I don’t know ever since we started hanging out you’ve been so suffocating-especially when it comes to Ransom. Why don’t you go hang out with your other friends and stop meddling in my life all the time.” 

Pain flashed through Johnny’s cerulean eyes, he started to respond, but gave a disgruntled chuckle and walked away. 

“Johnny wait,” you reached for his arm only for him to snatch it back.

“You wanna know what’s crazy. I told you about how my ex best friend used me. How she relished in the fact that I could combust into flames. I was just a gimmick to her, something to flicker on and off at her disposal. Ransom is treating you the same way she treated me. I know that you want to believe he’s still that same guy, but it isn’t and he probably never was. We’ve only hung out for three weeks and never once has Ransom called you, text you, or even approach you. You are the one who has to do it first.” Johnny sighs. “Maybe that’s a sign.” 

***   ***           ***                   ***   ***     ***   ***   ***

You were finally done with classes and needed to see Ransom before Wanda snatched you away to prepare for tonight. When you finally spotted him, you see him with Martha coaxing near your school’s fountain. 

“Hey Ransom! I’ve been looking for you all day. Did you leave your phone at home again?” you inquire, not noticing Martha rolling her eyes at you. “ What’s up, ___,” Ransom scratched the back of his neck. “ I did actually leave my phone at home. Sorry about that, but what did you need me for?”  

“I just wanted to hang out before tonight. You know how Wanda gets when we have our concerts and I really need my best friend before I have to deal with her wrath.” you softly giggled, but between Martha’s stifle laughter and Ransom’s furrowed brows , you knew he wouldn’t have time. “I’m sorry, cupcake. I won’t be able to because I promised Martha here that I would help her, but I guarantee I will be there tonight.” he gave his signature smirk that would normally reassure you. Sadly, it only makes your eyes water when he gives your shoulder a squeeze as he leaves with Martha. You brushed off the interaction, chalking it up to pre-show jitters. Ransom had a life outside of you as well and it would be hypocritical to lash out because of his plans. Plus he said he would make it, so Johnny was wrong. 

While you were convincing yourself of Ransom’s loyalty, he rushed back to you, maybe to spend at least a few minutes with you, as you hoped. 

“Yeah?” 

“I forgot that Bucky needed to re-up his stash. Do you mind giving me some good shit, princess?”  He asked in a hushed tone. I frowned. Weed was strictly prohibited on campus. Heavily enforced  and anyone caught with the substance could be expelled, so why is Ransom asking while we were still at school. 

“I can’t Ransom. You know how strict that is about weed on campus. I could get expelled.” He rubbed his temples, something he always did when he was agitated. “Look cupcake, there isn’t anyone around. I wouldn’t put you in a situation that leads you in trouble. What kind of best friend would I be?” 

You hesitated. It wasn’t going to take long to materialize Mary Jane for him, but there’s eyes everywhere on campus and anyone could easily snitch. “Wouldn’t you do it for me? I really need the money, bubba. You know my parents cut me off.” He pouted, eyes crestfallen, making your heart clench. “Okay, just be on the lookout.” You gave in. 

With an unsteady head, you collected some nearby daisy and with a sleight of hand transformed them into some grade A kush. Ransom greedily took the weed and gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving to be with Martha. Well that hurts. 

A hand on your shoulder makes you jump. “I know that wasn’t what I think it was, Ms. ____.” A security guard asked. “I know that wasn’t cannabis.” He clicked his tongue as he circled around you. “Something that is against our school code.” 

Jake Jensen. Security intern. Also the bane of your existence. 

“Cmon Jake, don’t do this to me.” You exhaust, hoping Jake would take a little mercy on you. “If you report me, then I’ll get expelled. You already know how they treat mutants here. They see us as inferior beings who are only looking for trouble.  Just spare me this one time, please?” You pleaded as Jake eyebrow raised. 

“___, I caught you giving Ransom weed.” He explained. “And I haven’t forgotten the last time I caught you and Johnny smoking outside of his dorm. It’s enough that I put my neck out for Johnny, but damn it ____ can you make my job a little easier?”  He fussed. “This is the last time I’m letting you slide. Next time, I’m carrying you to the dean myself. Got it?” 

“Thank you!” you gave a tight embrace, surprising both of you. He cleared his throat to ease the awkward tension. “So, you have a recital tonight? I heard Tony Starks is going to be there.” Jake nibbled on his bottom lip as he tried to make conversation. “ I know how much you love his work. I noticed your binder one day and I saw one of his playbills inside, so I guess I'm just assuming because there could be a million reasons why you would have it. Not that I don’t think you wouldn’t like Tony Stark. He’s very charismatic, smart, and a billionaire playboy.” Jake rambled.

“I actually do like Tony Stark. His work is what inspired me to enroll in our Uni ;this was his alma mater and I don’t know. I guess it gives me a sense of pride knowing that Tony and I attended the same school.” your heart swelled as Jake listened intensively about your idol. 

“So, why risk expulsion by giving Ransom weed?” he had to know. 

“Ransom was my only friend for the longest time. Until Johnny, he was with me and I was there for him. I can’t seem to let him go. He knows me so well, so why would I push away someone who I see as family? I know Ransom seems like a bad influence, but he isn’t. Life is just not going how we want and we have to take risks to help us survive.” your eyes glossed over while Jake nodded. 

“But Ransom comes from money,” he retorted.

“ Look Jake, I don't feel comfortable sharing Ransom’s personal life with you, but I know the real Ransom.” 

Jake sighed, noticing you become defensive. 

“You’re right. You were the one who knew him since kindergarten, not me or Johnny. It’s not like he forgets you, leaves you, or ignores you whenever someone in his other friend group is around.”

Jake peered at me anticipating some comeback, but what could you say. It was partially true. Ransom other friends aren’t exactly fond of you being a mutant-much less- a poor mutant. Classism aside, Ransom chalks up their discrimination up to ignorance, but you knew they were just hateful. They hated you before they even met you. Since that day, Ransom has hung out with us separately. He felt that it would make things less awkward, but you asked why was he still friends with them? Why associate with those who look down on your best friend? He would only skip over those questions and change the subject-every time. 

You didn’t know you were crying until Jake wiped away a stray one. “You deserve so much better. No one is as loyal to Ransom as you, but he has to reciprocate that. Otherwise, he will continue to use you as a walking mat.Think about it, ____” 

“____!” Wanda charged toward you, glowering. “We have an hour until showtime and you’re fraternizing with Jensen!” 

“Wanda, I was actually on my way to the auditorium.” you nervously laughed. 

“Really?” she sarcastically asked as her hand glimmered. Using her powers, she lured you away from Jake. 

“I- I can walk by myself, Wanda.” you struggled against her hold. “Jensen, she’s using her powers. You aren’t going to say anything?” 

“She doesn’t seem to be selling weed, so I think my job is done here.” he winked before waving goodbye.

“Coward!”

#johnny storm x reader #johnny storm x y/n #jake jensen #johnny storm #chris evans x black women #chris evans x black reader #chris evans imagine #chris evans fluff

[sparklepool101]

Burgers and Fires

[ Welcome to the CotC fic I finished at 12:40 something am last night because the new episode made me emotional lmao. Spoilers for Craig to the Future below! ]

:readmore:

“Thank you Herkleton! That was the last song of tonight. Exits are located in the back, along with our merch stands wink wink. Have a safe trip home and a rocking night!”

The crowd cheered one last time, before turning and heading back to the lobby, right where Craig was waiting. Kit nudged his arm.

“Alright, last wave of sales.” She said.

“Yep,” Craig said, staring at the doors. Omar and JP had just entered the lobby, laughing together. Kelsey and Stacks were nowhere to be seen.

“I can handle these guys, you go on.” Kit said. Craig jumped a bit before looking back at her. He took in her sideways smile and felt his brow furrow.

“Are you sure? The crowd is bound to be bigger now--”

“Come on Craig, I know you’ve been antsy all night. Go ask them to hang out or something, I can handle the crowd.”

“All right, if you’re sure…” Craig His chest felt like it was full of ants as he approached the duo. It had ended so awkwardly before the concert, but he couldn’t let this chance slip away. Their group had been steadily growing apart since JP entered high school, and he missed his friends so much.

Craig bit the bullet and called out to them. “Hey, JP! Omar!” The two turned their heads.

“Hey, Craig!” JP said, walking over to meet him. “Man, did you see Katie’s trick up there?”

“Nah, I was back at the merch stand.”

“Why?” Omar asked, slinging his arm around JP’s shoulder. “Are they paying ya’?”

“Oh, kind of? David actually commissioned me to make the T-shirts over there and he asked if I’d help man the stand as well.” Craig rubbed the back of his neck.

“Dude really? That’s sick!” Omar said, face lighting up.

“Aw come here!” JP pulled Craig into a hug. “I’m so proud of you man! I’ve definitely gotta buy one now. Babe, you still have my wallet?”

“Right here.” Omar tossed the small leather wallet over to JP, who caught it in one hand.

“Be right back!” JP rushed into the crowd gathered around the stand, leaving Craig and Omar alone,

A few beats of silence passed before Craig gathered up the courage to talk. “So, you guys doing anything after this?”

“Mmm probably just hanging out nearby, maybe grab a bite to eat, you know.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Moment of truth. “You want to come with me to get some burgers?”

“I’m down for that.” Omar smiled. “It’s been way too long since we’ve hung out.” Craig smiled back and put his hands in his pockets. They chatted a bit more while waiting for JP to come back, mostly about teachers at school.

“Oh yeah, no Mrs. Denadio was the worst. One time, she assigned a whole project and only gave us two days to work on it.”

“No. Don’t tell me that’s the final project she’s been talking about all semester.”

“Good luck, man.”

“Hey, guys!” JP called as he ran over, wearing the t-shirt over his sweater. “What do y’all think?” He posed a bit, showing off the shirt.

“As handsome as always, babe. Craig wanted to go grab some food with us, you down for that?”

“Oh absolutely! Let’s go celebrate your first step on the road to fame.

It was odd how easily they fell back into a familiar pattern of banter. (But not at all unwelcome.) Craig felt like he was ten again, walking alongside two of his best friends as they chatted. It just stung remembering that there was only one redhead with them now.

The burger place’s ‘open 24-hours’ sign glowed a neon blue onto the trio’s faces. JP held the door open for the other two as they entered the building. It smelled like over-salted fries and grilled meat, with just a few people sitting at tables.

“Welcome, what can I get you three?” The cashier looked like they wanted to be anywhere else, especially with the huge eye bags they had.

“I’ll have a cheeseburger with fries and a chocolate shake,” Craig said.

“And add two number three combos to that,” Omar said, pulling out his wallet.

“I can pay for my stuff,” Craig said.

“No way man, I’ll cover tonight.” Omar winked at him and passed a card over to the cashier.

“Thanks.”

“Alright, here’s your receipt. We’ll get the food out in a bit.” The trio stepped back from the register. JP leaned against a pillar while Omar grabbed their cups and went to the soda fountain. Pulling out his phone to text his parents, Craig shot a quick message to the family group chat telling them where he was.

An electronic bell signified that the front door had opened again, and Craig looked up. Kelsey and Stacks walk in hand in hand, Kelsey was rambling about something while Stacks watched her with adoring eyes. Craig felt his heart seize for a moment. The last time he had talked to Kelsey, like really talked to her, was back in middle school, and when they bumped into each other at the concert, she was so quick to find a reason to leave.

“Hey, Kels!” JP called out. Kelsey and Stacks both looked over. Stacks smiled and waved, but for a brief moment, Kelsey looked scared, which terrified Craig more than anything. (Because if he got back in touch with JP and Omar without her, it would never feel right. There would always be something missing.)

“Hi JP! Fancy seeing you here.” Stacks said as she led Kelsey over to the two of them. “You bought one of their shirts?”

“Duh! I had to, especially since ol’ Craiggy boy did the art.” JP boasted, gesturing at Craig who giggled at the old nickname and praise.

Kelsey looked at Craig with wide eyes. “You designed those?”

“Uh, y-yeah.”

“Dude! Those look so good! I didn’t know that you could draw that good! I mean, I knew that you could draw well but, like,” Kelsey started rambling, scrambling for the right words.

“What she means is,” Stacks placed her spare hand on Kelsey’s shoulder. “The shirts look really good, Craig!”

“Thanks.” Craig and Kelsey smiled at each other for a moment before looking away again.

“You want to sit with us?” Craig finally asked, bridging the gap.

“Yeah, sure. Let’s get our food first though.” Kelsey and Stacks walked over to the register.

“Dude, what was that?” Omar said, handing JP his drink. “Did you and Kelsey have a fight or something?”

“No. At least I don’t think so, it just…” Craig sighed. “We kept drifting apart once we stopped hanging out at the Creek as much, once I started high school. We never saw each other in the halls anymore, and I started working on art more seriously and got together with Vanessa, and Kelsey got into wrestling properly and started working on her book with Stacks and… I don’t know. It’s weird.”

“Well,” Omar said, after a long sip of his drink. “I think you guys will be fine.”

“Really?”

“Sometimes you don’t talk to someone for a while, life happens,” Omar shrugged. “But when you are as close as the four of us are, you can always slip right back into a conversation like no time has passed.”

“You really think so?”

“I know so. I mean, just look at us.” Omar smiled.

“Yeah, man!” JP added.

“Thanks, guys.” Craig felt a bit better, like there was hope for the old "Stump Kids" after all.

“Order forty-three!” An employee called from the counter, and Omar ran to go grab it.

“Just talk to her, Craig,” JP said. “Hey, maybe we could even go on a triple date some time!”

“You sure about that?”

“Yeah, I’ll call Maney and ask if she’d be down for that, I know Omar would.”

“I’ll think about it,” Craig said. "And ask Vanessa." Omar came back with the trays of food and led the three of them to a corner booth. Soon, Kelsey and Stacks joined them with their own food.

"So, how's the book going?" JP asked before shoving some fries in his mouth.

"Relly good, actually! We're super close to finishing." Stacks said.

"And then it's getting sent off to the publishers!" Kelsey said with a cheshire grin.

"Man, that's sick! Will ya let me read it once it's done?" Omar said.

"You can buy a copy like everyone else, unless we get a punlishing deal within half a year." Stacks said, smiling slyly.

"Well then, get ready to let us read that book for free because I have no dobut you'll get that deal in no time!" JP cheered.

"Oh to have no knowledge of the publishing world." Kelsey sighed, causing Stacks to giggle.

The conversation fell into a lull, leaving the group to pick at their food. Craig glanced up at Kelsey sitting across from him, and steeled his resolve.

"I'm sorry, Kelsey."

"Huh?" Kelsey looked up at Craig, fry halfway on the way to her mouth.

"I should have... I don't know. I should have tried harder to reach out to you and stay in touch, or--"

"Craig," Kelsey cut him off. "I'm sorry too. I-- when you got to high school I was scared that you were going to stop wanting to be friends so I didn't ask you to hang out as much and--"

"No, I'm--"

"Okay, that's enough." JP cutoff Craig and put an end to the apology loop. "You two both difted apart, but neither of you are completely at fault. Yeah you two might have been able to do something differently, but what's done is done. And now we're here, eating burgers and hanging out, even after all that." JP slung his arm around Omar. "We're stuck together guys, and I don't see that changing anytime soon. Besides, you promised I could officiate your wedding, Craig, and I still plan on getting that certification."

"Heh, yeah." Craig looked back around Kelsey. "I really missed you."

"I missed you too." Kelsey slipped out of her side of the booth and onto Craig's side, wrapping him into a hug. "Don't let me be dumb like that again."

"You weren't dumb, Kelsey." Craig hugged her back and rested his chin on her head. "We both messed up, I'm so sorry."

"Stop saying your sorry." Kelsey laughed into the hug before pulling back and wiping at her eyes. "I missed you so much."

"I missed you too."

[ yeah thats it lmao sorry. Check out my other cotc stuff on Ao3, I’m sparklepool101, and orange poncho has consumed my mind now :) ]

#craig of the creek #craig williams #cotc #cotc spoilers #cotc fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #orange poncho #jponar #stelsey #idk what to tag but yeah #wow me? making a post on here? its more likely than you'd think lmao

[buysomecheese]

Just,, I am so excited for life rn.

I am so excited to go to school in the morning, I am so excited to eat my breakfast of toast and a smoothie and then have club day. I’m excited to go to homeroom and tell my best friend and their boyfriend about my bio dad, because I got to read his file today and I know they both love me and would want to hear about it. I’m excited to eat lunch, I’m packing butternut squash soup with roasted butternut squash in it and also okra chips (?). I’m excited for dinner tomorrow because I’ll have leftover egg noodle soup from today.

I’m excited to go to NC for fall break, I’m excited to tour the college I want to go to with one of my friends and then hang out with her all weekend. I’m excited to act all couple-y with her because that’s how we are sometimes.

I’m excited to get a job and volunteer at hospitals and learn how to be comfortable driving. I’m excited to meet my dad. I’m excited to go to college soon, excited to move out and change my name and go on testosterone and get my surgeries. I’m excited for so much more, for so much beyond that.

I’m excited to speak at my best friend’s wedding, I’m excited to attend all of my friends’ weddings if they want me there. I’m excited for medical school and my residency, I’m excited to work in someone else’s practice while I go back to school for a business degree. I’m excited to open my own practice and set my own hours in a small mountain town, and to open a psychology/therapy business that runs almost exclusively off of donations in order to get therapy to kids and other people who need it but don’t have the resources.

I’m excited to have regular D&D meetings with a local group, I’m excited for baby showers and other huge milestones in my friends’ lives. Im excited to see bands in concert, to attend book signings and Comic-Cons. I’m excited to foster kids, to be a dad.

I’m excited to wake up early to take my kids to school and to feed our pets, and then to go to my work for the morning shift. To go eat lunch and run errands for a bit during the afternoon, and then pick up my kids and fix the house up for the next day. I’m excited to go to football games in order to support my kids when they’re in high school, to attend early Saturday morning sports events when they’re younger. Maybe it’ll be theater or concerts instead, but I’m excited to show up to their events and always have extra snacks and water bottles on me because I know how teenagers are and I know their friends might not have that. I’m excited to help them move into their college dorms or first apartments, and to go home to an empty nest for the first time in 18+ years and not knowing what to do with myself.

I’m excited to pick back up an evening shift at my work, maybe some extra therapy clients, just to have something to fill my time. I’m excited to attend my kids weddings and the baby showers or births of my grandchildren, if that’s something they choose.

I’m excited to go back to FL once in a while on my own whim, and see my brother and his family. I’m even more excited to go home to wherever and open my front door with my own keys, after driving myself from the airport. I’m excited to sleep in my bed where I’ve had friends sleep if they needed a place to crash or my kids sleep if they’ve had a nightmare or lovers sleep after we’ve had a day full of whatever fun we may, in my house where I’ve raised a loving and healthy family, in a body I’ve spent years cultivating and even longer loving. I’m excited to have time to read, to have time to dedicate to worshiping the gods and religions I want to in my own way.

I’m excited to know that my time may be drawing nearer, but to know that I’ve done so much good with my life and that nothing has been for naught. I’m excited to lie down one final time and know that my friends know I love them, my kids know I love them, and my family knows I love them. I’m excited to die in a body I worked for and loved in such a complex and specific way, with a brain that has been broken and healed again and again, so many times.

I’m just excited for life

#anyways I’ve been looking into cyclothymia #or effects of caffeine and sleep #but yea #I’m excited for the future #yea this is trans joy #this is queer and autistic joy #this is me being sentimental for the future #and also very dramatic about the mundane #^^ that’s my favorite thing to do fr fr #gods I am so different from whenever I last had tumblr (~2017?) I can’t find my old account but he was so sad #if he could see everything we’re excited for now… that’d be so good for his mental health lol

[babbbles]

A letter to my inner child:

Hey. It’s been a while… my life has changed and I think it’s for the better, mostly. I finally left home and moved to an entirely different country and it’s been good. I love my roommates, I found a job, I’m starting to look forward to things again. I finally stood up to her and told her how much she hurt us, and while, sadly, she still refuses to acknowledge everything and still victimizes herself, we’re doing better. We don’t call as much, J and I have a somewhat of a closer relationship. I miss home and it’s not even home, it’s the people that made it feel like home. My seasonal depression is kicking in and I’ve been thinking about how life is pulling all of us in different directions and I sometimes wonder if I’ll actually ever go back home again or if I’ll see most of my inner circle again. We’ve made new friends, too! It’s scary but we’re better, I can promise you that. We’ve had to let people go and while some of them hurt most than others, we’ve been better off without them. You’re still dealing with a lot of internalized homophobia, but I think one day we’ll get rid of it. Um, we have a cat and he’s the chonkiest. You also have a niece and you’ll literally put your loathing of children aside whenever you’re around her, she’s honestly amazing and we both love Harry Styles, too.

I’m scared of this new chapter of our life if I’m being completely honest. Being away from 90% of your triggers is weird, you keep waiting for the other shoe to drop, to see if she’s back and angry. But most of all, I miss my grandparents. They’re my world and leaving feels like I’m going to wake up one day in a different country to the news that they’ve died and I don’t want them to, I want them to live forever because they raised me- they’re my real parents and most days I sit down and think of I actually made the wise decision to leave because while I am happy, I am shattered that they’re not here with me.

In less depressing news, you had your first tinder hookup, started university, bought your clothes for fall and winter, and let me tell you, we are very excited to see snow for the first time and probably end up hating it by February. Your roommate took you to a corgi parade and it was AMAZING! You’re making friends at uni and it’s fun seeing so many international people in one place. We have plans to find a therapist here to try and figure out if there’s underlying issues to our diagnosis and maybe even get a different one.

You also had the happiest summer of your life. We actually lived long enough to see our best friend graduate college and she now has the job she dreamed of. We went to two concerts and you had the time of your life. Harry released his latest album just in time for the summer and Matilda hits too close to home but our favorite song from the album is probably satellite. You went out to hang out with friends and got home extremely late on multiple occasions and only got caught drunk one time, but it’s all good- you were starting to be yourself. You taught abuela how to make cakes and decorate them and you also gave her a lot of recipes before you left. You stood up to mom, establish some boundaries, and you made sure that your brother was going to be alright. Last but not least, you managed to say goodbye to everyone you wanted to and you even called the friends that had moved to the states because even though they were far away, you always carry them with you everywhere you go.

Even though the worst season for us has started, I see a light at the end of it and it’s really refreshing to have some hope and aspirations after a decade of just wanting to be six feet under. We’ll be alright, I promise, it’s my turn to take care of you now.

With love,

You.

#babbles #drafts

[my-name-is-jefferooni]

I WENT TO THE SONIC SYMPHONY YESTERDAYYYYYYY

I don’t know what tk really say, but… GODDAMN THAT MUSIC WAS FUCCIN FIRE!!

AND. AND OH MY GOD THE LEAD SINGER FOR CRUSH 40??? hang on what’s his name?

JOHNNY!! FUCKING JOHNATHON OH MY GOD HE WAS FANTASTIC UP THERE ON THAT STAGE AND HES SO SWEET AND HES SUCH A NICE GUY HE CAUGHT ME SO OFF-GUARD WITH HOW NICE HE WAS!!!

AND OH MY GOSH I COULD EVEN TELL THE PERFORMERS WERE HAVING FUN!! Like… This time they weren’t doing it just for money or anything, like they actually had fun playing Sonic the Hedgehog music! They were all so alive and everyone did such a fantastic job up there on stage! Like they’ve been waiting their whole lives for this day! Wow I envy them all so much!

What I really really enjoyed though was the second half of the concert when we all started jumping up and down and singing all the songs like a giant community! We all knew basically every song by heart and hearing everyone sing along with Johnny and Dave was such a surreal experience. I’ve never felt such a sense of belonging before… I have never once felt so… At home.

There were a few songs I didn’t know, all of which were from Frontiers and Superstars, but every other song I knew like the back of my hand and it felt AMAZING!! I would never trade that feeling for anything ever!

I also got to meet/interact with a a few cosplayers which was amazing!! My mom and grandma were with me and my lil bro so we got to prove that cosplayers and STH fans were well-respected and sane human beings. All of them were really nice and we got to talk about TMOSTH and made a few jokes at each other. We all connected so well even though we’ll never see each other again… All their costumes were so accurate and looked amazing too!!

I also basically destroyed my vocal cords while singing and when we got to Live and Learn at the end I couldn’t even breathe. It was such a magical and tremendous experience, and I’d never trade that feeling for anything ever! Just… Being there and experiencing it…! That was probably the most fun I’ve had in years! I was jumping up and down and singing my heart out and laughing so hard I thought my chest was gonna burst and talking with people I’ve never met like we’ve know each other for a long time… Again, it was such a magical experience for me. I’m so so incredibly thankful to my mom for letting us go.

So, if I had to explain the Sonic Symphony with just one word… I’d say…

Community.

#My schools have been trying to nail into our brains that “We’re a community and we all love and respect each other!” #“Equity and friendship! Woohoo!!” #But I swear to you. Nothing. And I really do mean nothing. Can compare to how I felt that night. #That is what community really feels like. At least for me. #blog/ask stuff

[martini-time]

So according to Cam‘s post, there’s three different schools that he visited in the past months, but we’ve only seen him for a month at Pinewood Studios and now this class at the RADA, which also seems to have been going for a month, so it’s like when did he even attend that third school, and it got me wondering if that time these boys posted a picture with him out in the streets of London back in early June had been a recent picture after all, maybe this was him back in London again after he had returned to LA for a few days because of the Star Wars launch party, and this was just the only picture that had surfaced from the time he attended the CSSD. I think it’s quite possible because he was off the grid pretty much all of June until the game awards concert at the end of that month, and those guys had posted that picture with him just a few days after the launch party. Also, his classes with Pinewood had already ended in the middle of May, but remember after that we still saw him hanging around in London twice with Zoe and his other classmates, and weren’t we wondering back then if he was still there because he was attending some more classes, well, maybe he actually did already attend that other school at this point and he had just gone out with his previous class mates cause he didn’t know anyone at the other place yet or something. Either way, I can actually totally understand why he tried to hide all these classes until he was now finished with all of them, the places he went to are pretty well known, and he probably just wanted to be able to enjoy his classes in peace without fans constantly showing up trying to meet him and disturbing him and his classmates, and he seems to have been able to do that, he was just a regular acting student like everyone else at these places, hanging around outside studying, even taking a day trip with his classmates and hanging out at pubs without that he seems to have drawn any bigger attention to himself.

I think according to the new photos it's clear that he enjoyed his time in London and he felt like an ordinary guy, not a celebrity

#time to tea

[onlyswan]

a little rant… lately, every time i hear About You - 1975, i think about jungkook. especially his lives, more specifically his february lives… those lives were just like a reassurance that 2023 is gonna be a good year no matter what happens and everything’s gonna be okay. i miss him dearly 😔 at this point i just want half of this year to be over really. i wanna be free from school 😭 and!! (a little tmi) i’m gonna see yoongi right after my school ends! feels like a fever dream and a huge treat for myself 🥹 tbh tho the war for the tickets was BRUTAL. and this is gonna be my first concert, ever. a little nervous but i don’t want to make myself anxious and just enjoy it but,, do you have any tips or what do i need to prepare for any concert? 😳

anywaaay whow are you? how’s life lately my sweet artemis? i hope you have a great day ♡

-🌷

i miss him so much too we’ve been so spoiled with his weverse lives 🤧 now life isn’t the same without him

omg why is everyone seeing yoongi but me </3 i’m so excited for you beloved !! 😭🫶🏼 hmmm as for tips, for me concerts are such out-of-the-body experience. literally head empty except lyrics and ferality. after the show i can’t speak or walk :") i get nervous too and it can be soooo stressful waiting to go in the venue :/ but it all goes away the second the lights are turned off trust me !! and don’t be shy to scream the lyrics or dance !! just make sure that you eat breakfast and you’re hydrated because you’ll be tired even before it starts. that’s the most important !! my biggest nightmare is passing out 😬 for what to prepare, forget everything but your ticket and your powerbank 🫡 tbh if you’re seated there’s not much to worry about, but if you’re not…

life these days 🥲 is not very good. i’m not in a good place but i’m hanging in there and i’m choosing to hold on to things and people i love <3 on the other hand i hope life is treating you kindly and you are surrounded by positivity! 🫂💗

#🌷 anon #ooooh and ik they say don’t spend too much time on your phone during shows #but i honestly don’t even look at my screen that much when i film #you’ll thank yourself for taking vids no matter how shitty they are bc once that pcd hits #and the memories start fading #watching them back will make you so :'))) #that’s just me though #just don’t raise your phone so high it might block others view !!