#Credits to Sun! And tysm!!

[s-a-f-u-n-a]

Tysm Sun(USD comms open!!) On discord!

I just to give a special shout out and thanks to Sun(USD comms open!!) On discord for drawing my oc Bái Hé so beautifully. 🥹

So credits to them if you want to go check them out here's their carrd if you want to pay for a commission (which you def should) https://caramellcomms.carrd.co/ (also this is the new outfit design that I was thinking of giving her which was inspired by this outfit I found on pinterest so credits to the person on pinterest who designed it!)

[joelsgoldrush]

wip wednesday: "epiphany" (worst!logan x fem!reader)

third time lucky because i posted this twice with different passages and none of them seemed to satisfy the overachieving monster i am 👹 but let's forget that detail.

this fic is making me crazy... in a good way. i'm enjoying the whole process even though imposter syndrome's hitting harder than ever </3

thank you @moonlight-prose for tagging me 🫂💗

also tysm to @lubdubology because she’s an amazing beta (sorry for tagging you again and again 😭 don’t mind me)

He thought that not seeing you for a week would snuff out his feelings. That by next Wednesday, every thought tied to your name, every urge to uncover the last of your secrets, would be extinguished. That's what time usually did: it diminished dangerous desires that couldn't afford to be voiced, and buried those longings that had no place in the light of day. Logan now figures he’s been underestimating the spell you cast on him with just a few glances and the intensity of your eyes. He’s seen you animated, angry—both defiant and vulnerable. Each of your gestures feels like a memory he can’t quite place. The way you laugh, the right corner of your mouth lifting just slightly higher than the left—he swears it isn’t the first time he's seen a smile brighter than the sun. Still, he convinces himself it’s all in his head. He must be the one losing his mind, the years finally catching up to him. It’s the only reasonable explanation for the thoughts that consume his every waking moment. He’s wrong—you’re right. He’s seeing things where there are none—you’re simply too kind. Too kind. Too young. Too damn clever for your own good, with your books and that sharp mind of yours. He wonders how you see yourself. Do you like the reflection in the mirror? Are you content with the way your life has turned out? Do you, too, lie awake at night, the bed stretching endlessly, aching for a touch that never comes? The walls in this place are paper-thin. When darkness falls, and the moon rises, the big, scary Wolverine can’t close his eyes.  Instead, he listens.  You play the same movie on repeat—a romantic comedy that lasts exactly one hundred and twenty minutes. For two hours straight, he’s privy to your laughter, your commentary at the characters on the screen. He hears you cry when the lead couple drifts apart after a terrible argument, but they always find their way back to each other, and you watch every second until the credits roll. None of the other films you pick ever ends in heartbreak, he realizes. They all have happy endings—the kind you wish for yourself.

no pressure tags: @zloshy @princessanglophile @hauntedhowlett @wlwloverwrites + whoever wants to post sth they´ve written

[shibiichi]

Who want’s candy~

I know thats a chica line but it works for this piece ok?

My sun design in color!! If youd like to use as a pfp or something feel free to! Just please give credit!!! You’re also free to make prints and such for personal use! If you do well.. tysm for thinking my art is cool enough to print out 😭😭😭

Anyways who wants Adderall i mean sundrops!!

[cherrysmokesaconha]

Hi!! 🖤💗 i wanna ask more about 2trenchcoat this is the first time i heard about it and wanna know more! also got ur art request >:3 im planning to do it soon tysm for that ^^

OMG OMG HIHI!!! I WILL FINALLY YAP ABOUT 2TRENCHCOAT WOHOOO THANK U FOR UR ASK!!! :33

Okay, i will start from the basic shit

“Rarepair” means a ship that appears very infrequently in a fandom or community, while ‘Crackship’ means a ship that involves characters who have never interacted with each other. Crossover ships are a great example of this,

2trenchcoat (AKA 2blackcape or 2blackdress/Ellsworld! 2trenchcoat) is a crackship/rarepair created by me (Cherry). It's a slash/MLM ship between the 2004 version of Tord and a background character, known as "Man with Hockey Mask".

Left pic is 2004 Tord and right pic is Man with Hockey Mask. The masked guy can be seen at minutes 0:13 to 0:15 of the eddisode

Man with Hockey Mask is the second background character (character that isn't Tom, Tord, Edd or Matt) that appeared on the 2004 Christmas Special, the first one being "Delivery Guy" (this guy here vvv he appears from the minutes 0:12 to 0:14 of the same eddisode)

Both of their names are the first ones to appear in the credits.

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Tord and Man with Hockey Mask has never interacted in canon in any way.

However, the simple fact that they both wear black trench coats (or hoodie/cape if you prefer) is what made me bring this ship into existing, since I interpret it as a headcanon of “matching outfits” in a romantic way (or platonic if ur not me/a shipper).

Maybe i have more to add but i can't remember for now. This post will be updated if i remember something.

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2trenchcoat can fit so many tropes if u add ur headcanons into it (i personally think Black Cat x Golden Retriever, Sun x Moon and Yapper x LIstener are the ones that fit my headcanons)

But i will leave here some other tropes that i think it fits them according to different headcanons (some of em are from the internet and others i took from my mind)

Black Cat x Black Cat;

One Brain Cell Duo;

Short Silly x Tall serious;

Chaotic Idiot Duo;

Red x Black;

Sun x Moon;

Mostly bored x Makes then laugh;

and maybe others (feel free to add if u know something that fots them!!).

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My personal headcanons for the masked guy!!

This is a mostly personal part of this post, which includes my personal headcanons for them :3

I mostly call the masked guy "Guy with Hockey Mask" since i misread Man as Guy in the credits once, so it never left my head. But i also have a fan-name for the masked man. I like to call him "Derick Hockermann" (maybe the most known name for him? idk)

I also have a fanon personality for him!

I like to think that Derick is a calm, funny and a happy person! Despite looking scary sometimes (specially when he looks angry), he's still a very nice guy!

He's also short-tempered and sometimes kinda protective and jealous to his lover/friends (not too much!! only when necessary)

Most of the time he doesn't has pupils, but in certain moments, appears a white pupil with a black middle, which makes him look a little more intimidating.

Like this! vv

I also have some personal headcanons for his face

The right one is my main headcanon, the one i use the most (he has freckles, ear piercings, a small beard and green eyes) and the left one is my secondary headcanon, which I use rarely (he has completely white eyes and his face is covered in darkness).

I like to think that Derick likes "the dark part of the internet iceberg", like videos about obscure topics or themes (like iceberg videos or videos commenting on some unsolved criminal case), and he liks to research aboit certain topics too.

I also headcanon Derick to be brazilian and speak brazilian portuguese! And he is also friends with other background characters and even is a member of a gang called "The Troublemakers" (more about this here!)

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My 2trenchcoat headcanons!!

I personally like to think that Derick and Tord share tastes in common, like bat pajamas, obssesion for guns or being a fan of Manian Mansion 2004 Special Edition, and it all started when Derick decided to talk to Tord and share common tastes, which led to them getting to know each other better.

(Maniac Mansion is this magazine Tord received in the ending of the eddisode ^^)

Derick fell in love with Tord first and Tord fell in love with him afterwards, and then they began a relationship. Both are protective and jealous over each other, but not too much.

Derick sometimes shows Tord his favorite iceberg videos, while Tord shows Derick some of his hentai magazines (and Derick obviously isn't too interested in pron <//3). Also they sometimes watch movies/videos or read Maniac Mansion together.

Tord also got to meet the other background characters because of Derick being a member of the Troublemakers (and ofc the others always ask Derick what's so special about Tord LOL)

I also like to think that Tord would be a flirty guy, but gets flustered when Derick flirts back (just like this meme)

They also don't like showing affection in public, specially on the EW Studios (they aren't too fond of PDA). But when they're together, just them and nobody else, they are very cuddly (and sometimes they like to annoy each other <3)

I also like to think they would be the best duo who fight against zombies, considering that Tord uses guns and Derick uses a crowbar :33 (but also consider the fork and spoon :stares:)

And i personally have the hc that Tord is skinny and Derick is kinda chubby, so yeah lol.

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I could talk about 2trenchcoat for hours, but this post is too long, so I'll stop here. It's up to you whether you want to read all this drivel or just take what interests you lol

Also thank you for your ask!! ^^ :3

[miseryscrowned]

Six Song Soundtrack

Tagged by @dragonologist-phd, this is literally the perfect challenge tysm for the tag!

Rules: If you're tagged, make a new post with links to music and/or lyrics describing the following:

An event that defines your character's past

How your character sees themselves

How others view them

Their closest relationship (platonic or romantic)

A major fight scene

End credits song

I have the habit to make playlist for some of my characters, these are from my Dardanos Playlist

Dardanos Soundtrack

1. You’ll Understand - Almah

« You’ll understand all this domain is something you will never tame, through all the slow incessant pain that then made you what you became! Just face your own terror and rise up again! »

As a young Dardanos is consumed by hatred for a world where he’s shunned and alone, the demon who made a deal with his parents before he was born comes to take him to the Hells, speaking these words.

2. One Man Army - Ensiferum

« I will take the lives, lives of my enemies, yet still this battle feels like a defeat to me. Death or victory only emptiness I feel. The spring of hope runs dry, because I'm already dead inside. »

Dardanos sees himself as a killing machine, he doesn’t think he’s capable of feeling hope, happiness or love, only self preservation.

3. Herboren in Vlammen - Heidevolk

« Ziet hen rennend over de heide, vlammend in schaamte voor het ontij dat hij verspreidde. Laat hem lijden en vervloek de dag dat hij de wereld dit onheil bracht. »

« See him running over the moor, burning in shame for the bad times he brought, let him suffer and curse the day that he brought this disaster to the world. »

Dardanos is seen by most in Goudenhaven as not only a murderer but a sort cursed evil demon and even a bad omen, someone who brings disaster, misfortune and death, a lot of this is due to his brutal methods and his trademark: arson.

4. Epilogue - Fleshgod Apocalypse

« I’ll touch your heart again, waken the cold lonely dreamer, I will illuminate your soul wounded by emptiness… »

« I had to face all this scorn, staining my own land with useless tears. Look, now I am too tired to fight and run away from this filling light. »

Saskia is a Stadsridder of the city of Goudenhaven who crossed paths with Dardanos multiple times, she’s able to see through all his defense mechanisms and believes that he’s capable of good. Dardanos on the other hand hides his feelings for her believing it to be a weakness and keeps running away from her.

5. Now We Die - Machine Head

« I need your help for I have knelt, held fist at skies and cried out, “why?” Your shoulder strength, it gives me length. We lift ourselves, together meld, so take my hand, and don't look back… »

The battle of the Black Sun: the city of Goudenhaven is being taken over by vampire cultists and the Stadsridder Saskia is close to giving up as she’s trying to help her injured mentor, Dardanos shows up and convinces her to fight together to save the city.

6. My Negation - Dark Tranquillity

« How can you see my face? What’s to become of me? The art of reduction, stripped down through what seems defendable, scaled to bare revisions to stop making sense, levelling pillars of towering fear… »

As the battle of the Black Sun comes to an end Dardanos finds that his own defense mechanism of anger, violence and fear is crumbling and he’s unsure of who he is underneath and who he will become without it.

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It seems like I make everything about Dardanos lately, I can’t help it he’s one of my favorite ocs, I def projected a lot of myself onto him (namely my taste in music and my mental health) <3

Tagging: @fantastic-mr-corvid @inquisibrenda @ravencrowley7 @alma-amentet @fllagellant

@blighted-elf @goddevouringserpent @dujour13 @izar-tarazed @wizzardyke

@my-dumb-obsessions @velnat004

Tag List

[pondslime]

Share five songs you would put in a horror movie soundtrack (any five songs except for actual horror movie soundtracks) and tag five or more people.

tagged by @stephendorff! aaaaa tysm for the tag!! this is right up my fckn alley!! <33

locust laced by sleigh bells (opening/establishing shots kinda track. THE final girl song tbh. like C'MON. it's an upbeat cheerleader bop w/a apocalyptic/four horseman twist. PLS go listen to it I luv it sm hsdfgfdsjh)

shake, rattle and roll by bill haley & his comets (a song to murder ur loser husband to)

bite me by kilo kush (HOT. great track from some pre-disaster partying)

a girl doesn't get killed by a make-believe lover (cuz it's hot) by the thrill kill kult (freakweirdo killer is chasing u around and is very weirdly into it. maybe ur also weirdly into it. u do not have time to be into it. a song to clutch ur axe to as u run thru an evil fckn maze or smthn.)

heartbreak beat by the psychedelic furs (triumphant final scene/credits song. the evil has been defeated. u and ur bestie reunite on some fuckass dirt road in the middle of nowhere. u both made it out alive. the sun is rising and ur running down the road covered in blood & deeply traumatized. but giggling. that's the vibe.)

🪓🩸 tagging five of u horror freaks (said w/so much affection): @visceravalentines, @ace-of-hearts-and-spades, @f1nalboys, @rottent33th, and @slutforstabbings! if any of u guys wanna

[blackwolfstabs]

30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 23

SECRET

Sam has a secret that she won't share... until she's forced to.

WARNING: contains teasing and vomiting (small paragraph - like 2 sentences.)

credits to @silliestgoosever for naming Gale's boyfriend (tysm! ♡)

The temperatures had peaked beyond the average for a summer in New York. It was approaching the beginning of August, and the highs were pushing 90℉ and soon to pass it. It was also close to the preparation for the college fall semester, which had Chad, Mindy, and Tara all experiencing mixed emotions about it. So, in favor of the rare, yet inescapable heat and a last hurrah for the summer, Kirby invited all survivors of the New York Ghostface terrors of 2023 over to her house. Since they had all become quote-unquote, “part of the same fucked-up family,” the FBI agent had moved up to New York to keep in close proximity to the others, in case anything happened. She had gotten a house in the suburbs that had a pool in the backyard, and during her recovery time off of work, she had spent her time fixing up the decking surrounding it to provide a nice place to entertain. 

It was perfect for today.

Under the afternoon sun, Mindy, Chad, Tara, and Gale’s recently acquired boyfriend, Joseph Zehrn, spent their time in the water. Joseph was also a journalist that was very good at his job, taking an interest in the Woodsboro murders as well as Gale’s work. He worked in Springville, Utah, working behind the scenes when the real-life Stab situations were active. He was liked by everyone, really, someone always talking of how loyal and family-oriented he was. And he surely blended himself into the survival family quickly, when he and Gale started dating. Most of the time, he acted like he was one of them, joking and interacting like he knew everything about them, and from a journalist standpoint, it was safe to say he did. However, he was heavy on teasing and didn’t know when to stop, which held him liable for crossing boundaries he shouldn’t.

One of the main things he and Gale had in common… crossing boundaries.

He was very playful with the twins and younger Carpenter, already spending hours talking and engaging in various pool activities with them. Gale was in and out of the pool as was Kirby, but Sam had been sitting on the swings off to the far left of the pool the entire time. No swimsuit, no intention of getting near the water, just in a white t-shirt and shorts, spending time by herself unless someone took a break from the water to sit out or dry off. She was waiting for Danny, who was still at work and said he would get there later. No one asked, because they figured she was waiting on him or just wasn’t interested in swimming because of other reasons. At least that’s what the females of the pack insinuated. All except Tara. Tara knew why her sister refused to swim. 

But where there was someone who knew the exact reason, there was always someone who didn’t and would push to find it out. And that was Joseph.

“You doing alright, Sam?” Kirby’s voice made Sam open her eyes from the relentless heat. She sat down next to her on the swing. “The heat getting to you?” she asked, on account of the younger’s face flushing red.

But Sam just shook her head. “I’m fine.” She let the other resituate her towel around her shoulders before continuing the gentle rock of the swing.

“Have you heard from Danny yet?”

Once again, she shook her head, then pulled out the water bottle that she kept beside her. “No, not yet,” she replied, before taking a sip. “He said he’d get off around 2 though.”

Kirby overlooked the 3 youngest attendees still swimming and diving beneath the pool’s surface, “Ah, so he should be on his way any minute now.”

“Mm-hmm.”

Before another conversation could start, Joseph’s dripping figure approached them. “What’s going on, Sam? You’re the only one that hasn’t been in the pool yet.” He gave her a friendly smile that didn’t coordinate very well with the notoriously gleam of mischief in his eye as he looked her up and down. “Don’t tell me you’re insecure. I don’t know how you could be with the kind of toned body I know you’ve got,” he teased.

Sam blinked at him, only able to give a subtle shake of her head, before Kirby jumped in.

“She’s waiting for her boyfriend.”

“Oh, is that it?” He was still looking at the younger one.

But this just made her grow hotter than she already was. It’s a good thing her face was already flushed, because if it wasn’t, it would’ve gotten that way no matter how much she wouldn’t want it to. And then that would just become another thing he could point out.

“Why not go swim with your sister?” Joseph pointed out Tara, who was sliding a pair of goggles over her eyes then disappeared beneath the water. “I thought she was the one you were glued to 24/7.”

“No, it’s not that,” she tried to defend herself.

“Is it that time of the month?”

Kirby could see how she grew flustered at that invasive question and stepped in again. “Okay, asshole, that’s a little too personal.” She said this in a lighthearted way though, so it wasn’t very insulting.

However, the man couldn’t take it any other way but playfully as he shrugged. “What? I’m just asking,” he chuckled.

Sam cut back in, fully capable of fighting her own fights, if that was what this was… “No, I’m not,” she nearly snapped. Then, she let her hackles fall, merely shifting with a small shrug as she went on, “I just… don’t want to.” And that was the truth.

The short one, at least…

Luckily, he nodded, seeming to finally take that as an answer. “Okay, okay…”

As he turned around to make his way inside, Sam looked over at Kirby. “Is he always like that?”

She nodded, “Pretty much.” She had been around Gale a lot more recently than the rest had been, so she had a good idea on who Joseph was by now. “I told Gale not to bring him, because he’ll likely just start trouble, but clearly…” she gestured her hand out to where the man disappeared, “she brought him anyway.”

A buzzing and vibration from her phone had the younger female glancing over to retrieve it. She observed the message lighting up her screen that made her divert the topic with: 

“Danny’s on his way.”

“Good,” Reed nodded, observing the 3 in the pool again, before she invited her own dismissal. “I’m gonna go grab a bite. Do you want anything or wanna come with?”

Sam shook her head, “No, I’m good.” And she was left alone again as the other walked away. 

However, 20 minutes later, she was called from her place on the shaded swing, when annoyed shouts from Mindy and Tara snapped her attention away from her phone.

“Way to go, dingus!”

“Come on, Chad, keep it in the pool! Go get it!”

Then Chad argued back, “No, that’s your ball, babe! It touched your fingertips. Remember the rule?”

Tara groaned and turned around to see the foam football sitting across the travertine. She judged retrieving it for a moment, before glancing over towards the swing. “Hey, Sam! Can you get the ball for me?” She pointed to it.

“Yeah,” her sister answered and set her phone down to carry out the task. The water swished, telling her that Tara swam away from the side and towards the waterfall coming over the backing rock wall on the other side. She circled the pillar to the covered decking and found the neon orange ball sitting next to a stack of towels. But the water must’ve outdone the sound of the back door opening and closing, because she didn’t know Joseph had come back out, until his voice was loud in her ears.

“Well, look who finally got off the swing!”

“I’m not chained to it,” she casually retorted as she leaned down to pick the football up. Then, she turned around to toss it back to Tara, who had to jump for it.

Joseph chuckled, “You sure act like it.” Now that he was right next to her, he could really see just how heat-stricken she was, especially with the white shirt she had on that complemented her red face. “Well, since you’re up, why not jump in real quick?” he further suggested with a nod towards the pool.

“I said I didn’t want to,” she answered, immediately getting defensive with him prying again.

He shrugged, “You look really hot—”

“Why are you so insistent on me going in the pool?” She finally challenged him. He wasn’t around any of them enough to act like he was, especially with how invasive he had been and was continuing to be. And if he pushed his luck anymore, she would make sure he didn’t get to be around them at all. “If I’m that hot, I’ll go inside. I don’t need to be in the water.”

At this sudden tension, the journalist pulled off a sarcastically offended look, “Alright, alright, take it easy, Sam. No need to get all worked-up, I just think it wouldn’t hurt for you to have some fun.” He gazed at her as if he knew her inside and out. He had studied all of them, after all, just like Gale had.

She just sighed and looked away, crossing her arms like she was biting her tongue from saying anything more. Damn, did she have a temper. Just like her father. But she didn’t bite as much as Billy did, especially when she was caught off guard. She needed to lighten up and cool off, so what was the harm in messing with her a little bit? Plus, if she wouldn’t say why she was being so resistant, the description of his job told him to find out. So, he went for it. He moved forward swiftly to pick her up bridal-style, which worked well for him.

Samantha’s heart skipped a beat as it jumped into her throat, her instinct having her arms come uncrossed to hold onto him. “What are you doing?” was the first thing her mind made her spit out.

Zehrn just seemed to take delight in his teasing antics as he started carrying her towards the pool’s edge. “Just gonna cool you and that temper off a bit,” he answered.

She didn’t know how she could become hotter than she already was, but somehow, she did. Her fight-or-flight cut deep, but the awkward position he had her in kept her from moving around too much. So, all that was left was to try and talk him out of it. “No, Joseph, put me down,” her growing fear kept her voice from projecting. She wanted to sound more assertive, like she had only seconds ago, but that was gone.

“I will! Right in the water.” If he were honest, he expected her to be heavier, considering her muscle, but he was able to carry her easily.

Sam whimpered, her dark eyes churning color with the blue liquid promising her demise. And as he took her closer to it, she found her voice. “No! Joseph, please! Let me go!” As much as she hated it, her chest started to burn, and it spread into her eyes, threatening to blind her with tears of fear.

Her raised and pitched vocals were enough to draw the attention of the trio in the pool, all not used to hearing her that way but immediately knowing it was the member that completed the Core Four.

“Dude, she doesn’t want to! Put her down,” Mindy called out, while Chad added on.

“Yeah, just leave her alone, man!”

Both of them were aware that Sam appeared to be scared, but it didn’t click that it was due to something other than being caught off guard or embarrassed. But Tara knew. And that’s why her voice came off the strongest and harshest as she barked.

“She told you no! Put her down!” It was like she spat fire, and both twins looked at her because of it.

However, Joseph still didn’t get it, not taking any of them seriously as he just laughed it off. “Oh, come on, Billy Loomis’ daughter isn’t scared of a little water, is she?” And then he let her go, her last attempt at objection completely void as she was released.

“No—!”

“Fuck you!” Tara hollered simultaneously with the joke he’d made, making Mindy finally speak up.

“Easy, T, it’s not that—” 

But the sound of her older sister’s body hitting the water and the sight of it disappearing had the youngest there completely deaf to all else, though she knew where those words were headed, and it was up to her to explain her quick judgment. “Sam can’t swim.” She lunged forward to dive beneath the surface.

“Shit!” Was the last thing she heard from Chad as the rushing of water flooded her hearing. She blinked through the chlorine, finding her sibling’s figure stirring up bubbles in her struggle to find air. Above, she could hear Mindy’s muffled shouts, probably directed at Joseph now that she knew what the real problem was. 

Tara grabbed hold of Sam and pulled her up, wrapping her arm around her waist to push her to the surface first. 

And when her head broke into fresh air, the older Carpenter gasped, immediately thrown into a coughing fit. 

“I got you, I got you. It’s okay.” The owner of the arms that held her spoke firmly but softly at the same time.

She didn’t even know who was helping her at the moment—out of the three that had witnessed it all—but whoever they were, she was grateful for them. She could feel the chlorine water she’d gulped down slosh like angry waves inside her. Her eyes, lungs, and muscles burned with the fight to survive. She could hear many people raising their voices, like they were fighting, but it was indistinct amongst the water clogging her ears. 

“Joseph!”

That one was clear as day. It was Gale’s voice. Served him right, she hoped Gale tore into him. She wanted to, herself, but she was completely overwhelmed, exposed, and she was sure if she didn’t stop coughing, she was going to throw up.

“Sam, are you okay?” Tara’s worried voice called out to her, but she couldn’t respond. Her instincts were screaming at her to run, get out of sight, to protect herself. So, that’s what she did.

Around her choking, the drowned victim clawed at the travertine and pushed herself up out of the water. By now, she was not only fighting for breath but was fighting back sobs. A thousand thoughts and no time to process or recall any of them had corrupted her into tears all at once, and with the amount of noise around her, she couldn’t seem to control anything. 

A secret had just been exposed, but it was never meant to be revealed like that.

“I was only messing with her!” Joseph objected to whatever Gale was saying to him. But then Tara answered.

“She can’t swim, you fucking asshole!”

“Tara! That’s enough, I’ve got it!” Gale warned.

“Calm down, babe,” Chad then tried to soothe.

But Sam didn’t spare anything or anyone a passing glance as she hurried to get to her feet and bolted inside. No towel, no caution, nothing. She ran past Gale and past Kirby as the FBI agent made her way outside to see what was going on, ducking into the now-ice-cold air conditioning and rushing into the bathroom in the hall to lock herself inside.

It was about 10 minutes of her sitting by herself on the rug on the bathroom floor, before she heard a knock at the door.

“Sam?”

Tara.

“Are you okay?”

Sam sniffled, swallowing back the drainage that remained in her throat. “I’m fine,” she croaked, still a little hoarse from her choking that eventually turned into a small vomiting episode. All the water she accidentally took in came back up, and she was still thanking her lucky stars that she made it to the toilet just in time to let it go.

“Can I come in?”

She hesitated. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to see anyone right now. Even Tara… Tara was the only one who knew about her not being able to swim. Neither of them had learned as kids, because they didn’t have a pool, nor did they ever go anywhere that required swimming. The younger of the two had been taught by Judy, Wes, and Amber—sometime after Sam had already left for good—when she had been invited to their house during the summer. Lack of that skill led Sam to be deathly afraid of drowning, which was why she never let herself be taught, even after all this time. “I…” She tugged the towel she had gotten for herself tighter around her shoulders and pulled her knees up closer to her chest, having removed her soaking shirt, shorts, shoes, and socks to leave her in nothing but her bra and underwear. “I’m sorry, Tara… I’d just rather be alone right now…” She wasn’t shivering anymore, but she was still cold, nonetheless.

“Danny’s here…”

Sam then bit her lip. Maybe she didn’t want to be alone after all…

She got up from the floor and unlocked the door, opening it to find Tara raising her eyes to meet her own. Then, she glanced to her left, where she found Danny’s gaze.

“Gale laid heavy into Joseph, so you don’t have to worry about him,” Tara informed. “He didn’t know you didn’t know how to swim.”

Of course, he didn’t. Nobody but Tara knew. However, the older Carpenter couldn’t take her eyes off of her boyfriend. Had he been there, none of that would’ve happened.

But she could tell that he wanted to have strong words with Joseph himself.

She must have been making a face that told him something, because he stepped forward as she did and met her with one arm around her back and the other guarding her head to hug her. It was only one-sided, for she was still holding the towel around her, but he knew she just needed that security from him right now.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he spoke softly, while his hand caressed her wet hair. “Are you okay?”

Sam nodded without lifting her head from leaning against his shoulder. “Yeah…” Again, she started to fight back tears, the fear and humiliation still prominent in her emotions. “It was just a lot…” She felt him nod. 

“I know.”

After another moment, she pulled away and glanced over to Tara, who held her phone out. 

“I got your phone off the swing. I don’t know if you wanna go back out or…” She lowered her hand, when it was taken, then stood quiet for a moment. “I’m sorry I didn’t do more to stop him…”

Her big sister shook her head, “You did fine. It’s not your fault. Thank you for helping me.”

She nodded, but she wasn’t convinced. “He’s waiting to apologize to you,” she moved on, knowing that dwelling on what she could’ve done wouldn’t fix anything. “So, whenever you’re ready, he’s outside.”

Sam sighed. She didn’t care about getting an apology. She wasn’t even sure she wanted to talk to him for the rest of the day, but she guessed that would be rather immature and petty of her. It just wasn’t her style to show weakness like she had. It felt out-of-character, even though there weren't any guidelines when it came to being human. “Okay…” she eventually nodded.

Danny brushed a thick strand of hair over her shoulder and tugged the hem of the towel a little farther over her chest. “I think we should get you in some dry clothes first,” he suggested.

“Kirby probably has some that you can borrow,” Tara then mentioned. She didn’t wait for a response before she already started to leave. “I’ll go ask.”

Once she disappeared out of the shadowed hallway, Danny pulled Samantha in to place a kiss on her forehead, which was still cool from the water. “Why didn’t you tell him you couldn’t swim?” he whispered.

“Because… it wasn’t his business,” she replied.

“He might’ve not done it, if you told him.”

“It’s not easy for me to let go of a secret.”

Sam seemed to be the queen of secrets. Hell, she even kept their relationship a secret for months. And that made him pull a small smile.

“Yeah, that’s not a secret.”

i'm not really happy with this one tbh. it would've been better to have this for a personal story i think. I had a different way of this scenario being handled that i could've done but oh well… i hope y'all still like it and if not then i know what NOT to do next time lolol

p.s if you're reading my story "The Wolves of Woodsboro", there will be a part in an upcoming chapter about how Sam overcomes not being able to swim. it's a little similar but not in the same way it's done and how it ends. idk how to say it but the point is that if u read that chapter when i post it and u think "uhh wtf why are u writing something like this again", i speak my peace here ;)

All my best! ♡ - parker

[eelness]

Hellooo

Are you by any chance open to spilling the beans as to how you did that coolass tattoo?

As in, what program? What tools? What buttons did you press? What did you have for breakfast that day? What do the numbers on the back of your credit card say?

Or like just something you are willing to share about it?

Thanks 🖤

hii!! i used procreate’s 3d model software, and downloaded the male model somewhere off the internet. it’s actually what a lot of real tattoo artists use! as for HOW i did it, amphetamines ❤️

i used a LOT of references and i went in with the idea that his half sleeve is like, his love language to his culture- i have the sun seen on the flag, and the national plant and flower!! i based it mostly around tribal tattoos too bc while they’re not my thing he seems like the type

tysm for the ask!

[ayeitzagusty]

HAI! i was just wondering if you had / could make any hail the sun stamps? (if your requests r open ofc ^_^ if they are can you make stamps of the albums.. / of the band itself? tysm!

just made em, yw!

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REQUESTED BY: anon

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PROGRAM / PLATFORM:

photopea

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BAND: Hail the sun

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egg emoji

i dont listen to em but i enjoy doing requests from yall

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FREE TO USE!

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STAMP TEMPLATE CREDITS TO:

changeling007 on deviantart !!

[livums]

Hey there, Liv! Gallimimus and Carnotaurus - from the dino ask game, pls? Sending all the good ☆☆ vibes ☆☆ and good luck to ya! - 💫 (@enchanted-lightning-aes)

Hi enchant!! tysm for the ask 💜💜💜

(Ask game here!)

Gallimimus - share a happy or lighthearted scene

this one also sent me into a crisis because i was like ... have i really not written one lighthearted scene....... by god..... this was the closest I could come up with and even that is like. tinged with some amount of edgy thrill. LOL. anyhow, it's short but the next one is so long that it evens out i think

Kesh was still growing accustomed to walking around as herself. Her grin was as wide as her stomach was twisted. The dazed wind of late summer that ambled through the market alley did tug through her rusty curls, and at points blew them right into her dark eyes, as if to remind her that she was really doing this. That when she sauntered past the stalls and the wares therein, what the merchants and townsfolk would see when their eyes drifted over her (for truly she looked nothing special) was not the skin of one invented or imitated, but the light brown into which she had been born. And the freckles that stippled her arms, her neck, and her cheeks, blushing from the glee, had been splashed there by no intention save the Sun’s itself (or Himself, for they were in Host country).

Carnotaurus - share a scene that contains some cool worldbuilding

Sylah spoke first. “Hunter Vordenburg,” she called. “I see you have managed to track down our lorekeeper.” Without hesitating, Dove pivoted on her heel and dipped her head for a moment in deference. “Good evening, Hunter Renora,” she replied. “Your eulogy this afternoon was striking. Powerful.” From any other hunter, Sylah might have rolled her eyes at the compliment. But from Dove, every word was said in earnest. “As I mentioned, I have business with Sister Genevieve. I had not been successful in locating her until this very moment.” Dove paused, thoughtful. “I must have only just missed her all day.” Over Dove’s shoulder, Sylah locked eyes with Nieve, who quickly looked away. So her nun had been alerted to the hunter’s arrival, likely by Father Asa, if Sylah’s guess was correct. Dove turned away from Sylah to face Nieve once again. “Sister,” she said. “I meant to confer with you regarding the presence of vampire-marked individuals in the town and surrounding area…” As Dove spoke, Sylah watched closely the way Nieve’s eyes remained glued to a point on the wall, the way her face had gone a tinge paler, the way she reached up to adjust her hair—finding that it was tucked away beneath her veil and coif, she instead laid her hands on the table, one atop the other. With every word from the hunter, Nieve looked like she would more and more like to climb up the wall to escape. Sylah’s instinct was to intervene, but she found herself refraining. Her eyes did not stray from the nun and her fretting. Sylah crossed her arms over her chest, adopting a more relaxed stance and continuing to observe the exchange in silence. Even as Nieve looked more and more like she was liable to explode. She wanted Nieve to ask for her help.

“…and if you might be so kind as to grant me access to your records. Any censuses taken from the last three decades would suffice,” Dove finished. A formality—under the Guild’s authority, Dove could kick open the door of the Abbey archives if she so chose and access anything she wished, and no one could stop her. Nieve knew this as well as anyone. The nun picked at a stray fiber on one of her wide cuffs. “Certainly.” To her credit, Nieve’s voice remained far more composed than she herself seemed. “The Guild is within its rights to audit our records.” Sylah could not see Dove’s face, but she could hear the sincerity and the smile in her voice. “You have my gratitude,” she said. Sylah sensed hesitation before Dove went on: “There is another matter of some importance which I should like to discuss with you directly. May I share your table?” She gestured with one hand to the empty chair across from Nieve. Despite Dove’s courtesy, Nieve refused to meet the hunter’s eyes. Sylah watched intently. If Nieve permitted Dove to join her, she would be well and truly trapped in conversation. But refusal was suspicious. Nieve finally raised her face. She smiled a feeble smile at Dove. “Please do,” she said. When she did not so much as glance in her direction, Sylah frowned. “Thank you.” As with all of her motion, Dove took her seat with what Sylah could only have described as mechanical perfection. From sliding the chair out from under the table, to straightening it out, to tucking the length of her cloak tidily beneath her as she sat. She then reached within her cloak to produce a small book. A short pencil was attached and dangling from a length of string. Sylah was surprised to find that she remembered the thing—Dove had used it to study the Hecatologue when they were apprentices. Sure enough, as she flipped cleanly through the pages with her thumb, Sylah spied the neat and precise repetition of the commandments, one after the other, in perhaps the tiniest penmanship known to mankind. As Dove readied herself for whatever inquiry she had planned, Sylah found her ears homing in on the absence of the telltale squeaking of the tavern door swinging open and shut. The tide of incomers had stemmed in the time since her and Zova’s arrival. The buzz of conversation remained lively, if uneasy. “Now,” Dove said, laying the book flat on the table, open to a fresh page. “You are indeed Sister Genevieve Ostra, of the Abbey of Mont Estival. This is correct?” Nieve’s eyebrows furrowed slightly. “Aye.” “Thank you,” Dove continued, as if they were alone in a study as opposed to huddled in the corner of a busy tavern. She made small and quick marks on the page. “And you are not a native to this place.” Nieve’s hands shifted slightly to rest on her forearms, as if holding herself. “I am not.” “Where is your place of origin?” “…Issile.”

Dove looked up from her writing. “And what was the reason for your relocation?” Sylah stopped herself from clicking her tongue in disapproval. It was not a question she would have felt necessary to ask—everyone knew the woeful state that had plagued Issile for as long as anyone alive could remember. But Dove was nothing if not thorough. Behind Sylah, the door creaked. Open, and shut again. Nieve’s gaze was momentarily unfocused, blank. “It was dangerous. The evils, you know. My family sent me away to live with my cousin, here.” “Yes, the abbot.” Dove nodded. “But none of your immediate family joined you. Why is that?” Sylah tensed. Dove was circling the heart of the matter, and she would stalk the truth until she was convinced that she had found it. And Nieve was not a good liar. The nun replied, albeit with hesitation. She could not be far from yielding. “My family—“ She stopped herself sharply. Sylah could almost hear the calculations that Nieve had made, in real time: her knowledge that the truth condemned her as vampire-marked, her instinct to lie that her family had perished or otherwise succumbed to the stalking horrors, her realization that Dove (or any Guildsman) would not have posed the question without already knowing the answer, in all or in part. Her understanding that she was cornered. Nieve’s mouth remained open while she considered her situation. The moment dragged on. Finally, finally, her dark eyes met Sylah’s, and Sylah felt as if she had been struck by lightning. She let herself take in that face, that face that silently pleaded, Help me. At last, Nieve had acquiesced. Sylah allowed herself the barest of moments to savor it. She tried to keep a smile off of her face. Then, she nodded minutely, and sprang into action. “Sister,” she cut in, her tone firm. “You look unwell.” It was not a lie—Nieve looked one rough shake away from being ill or falling onto her face. Dove turned in her seat. She looked at Sylah as if she had forgotten that she had been standing there. Maybe she had—Dove was always the focused sort. When Sylah met the hunter’s eyes, she could not help but think of Father’s journal. What had been taken from it. What the Guild had decided was worthy of redaction. What they had decided she should not be permitted to read. She found herself wondering just how much Dove knew. Rationally, she understood that a novice like Dove would not be privy to the higher-level machinations of the Guild authorities. Yet the question prodded at her. She thought again of Zova’s misgivings. She thought of the voice: Beware.

“Aye…” Nieve cleared her throat. “Forgive me, good Hunter, I have been out of sorts since yesterday…” she said to Dove, weakly. Sylah bolstered the nun’s timid assertion. “Hunter Vordenburg, our lorekeeper seems unfit to continue this conversation. I will escort her back to the abbey now.” She leaned on her seniority, and hoped that Dove registered how non-negotiable this was. One way or another, she was taking Nieve home. “I see.” Dove’s expression was unreadable. As subtly as she could, Sylah scanned her colleague’s face for any sign of displeasure. Seniority could only rescue them from the immediate line of fire. If Dove had an inkling that Nieve was dodging interrogation, or that Sylah was purposefully obstructing the inquest, they would invite more danger than they sought to avoid. “We’ll be off, then. Excuse us,” she said, indicating for Nieve to rise. The nun stood at the prompting, but her eyes never left Dove, whose eyes never left Sylah. Before she realized it, Sylah was holding out a gloved and lightly-curled fist. The back of her hand facing Dove, she offered the young woman her knuckles. Relief cascaded through her when she saw that the gesture had the intended impact. Dove’s brown eyes widened, almost imperceptibly. The closest she would come to showing her surprise. After a second’s hesitation, she reached up with the back of her own fist, lightly tapping her knuckles against Sylah’s. Far from the usual precision of her movements, Dove approached the motion like some sort of baby animal, with a big and wide uncertainty about everything. Sylah found that a cordial smile had worked its way across her face. “As brothers,” she said. “Blood and ally,” Dove responded. She did not mirror Sylah’s smile, but her delight was obvious in the way she nodded, short yet ardent. It was clear to Sylah that she had truly caught Dove unawares with her small salute, for even as she made her way with Nieve to the door, she could still cast a look behind her and see that her colleague remained in her seat. Dove looked down at her hands and thumbed idly through her little notebook.

[diorgirl444]

that darn cat 🐈 ༊*·˚ - send me in a character + a brief description of your appearance (including clothing style) and i’ll make a fake instagram post of what you’d post of each other

Pretty cute imo, congrats flo 👏

I'm 5'1.5", Southeast Asian, chubby, really short bob cut brunette (that looks like black) hair, rounded heart shaped face, and several people told me I kinda look like Lucy Pevensie but I have a cute mole near my forehead. I love to wear makeup in Korean glam leaning on brownish color and red gradient lipstick and my sense of fashion is more into soft punk, soft grunge, rock chic, casual chic, and rustic, but sometimes elegant. Also my character choice is Edmund Pevensie, thank you so much 💗

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pretty.aerith cutest side profile ever!!!

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justedmund not as cute as yours ml <3

↳ pretty.aerith i beg to differ!!!

pe.pe did he know this photo was being taken??? 👀

↳ pretty.aerith yes…… (no he did not)

lucylou cutest couple ever oml!!!

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s.pevensie take notices cas!!!

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lucylou excuse me photo creds!!! 😡

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justedmund you are my sun, my moon, and all of my stars <3

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pretty.aerith in that case you my ocean, my land and my wind <3

pe.pe ed you are royally smitten

↳ justedmund jealousy does not look good on you peter

lucylou you look so nice in that photo aerith!!!

↳ pretty.aerith tysm lou, your such a sweetie 🥹

s.pevensie i’m so glad my matchmaking worked

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[ange1attack]

the great @arthousebrat has created a lovely horror-themed music game and then tagged me in it! this was quite a tough one! still, to make things more difficult i decided to try and keep some semblance of genre coherence... i don't know if i succeeded though ahahah. anyway, tysm for the tag <3

RULES: pick five or more songs that would be in your ideal horror movie soundtrack. any songs except actual horror movie soundtracks. you don’t have to explain your choices but I’d love to hear it!

Skinny Puppy - Killing Game i really wanted to have one outlier - a song that doesn't really match the rest of the score. there were SO many possible picks for this spot, honestly... but i knew i needed something industrial/metal & this specific skuppy has the perfect song structure to make a dope opening track!

Colin Stetson and Sarah Neufeld - The Sun Roars into View TSRiV is definitely the spotlight of my score, serving as a background to the most important yet cryptic scene! it's akin to Stetson's Among the Sef, one of the first songs that came to mind (but couldn't choose since it's already part of a horror soundtrack). also... MORE! BRASS! IN! HORROR!

Nurse with Wound - Darkness Fish i'd use this song to set the mood for one of the many body horror/gore moments in the film. Easy Snapping and Livin' Fear of James Last from the same album could also work... i guess we would have to remove/rework the spoken parts to stay in line with the plot of the film, though

Uboa - The Sky May Be (Enthropy) THE perfect choice for a chasing/escape scene! while TSMB (Extus) and Thigh High Cat Tights are the scarier and bleaker tracks out of the whole TSMB project, TSMB (Entropy) would make a better soundtrack entry imo

Puce Mary - The Spiral you just watched the most fucked up horror film of your life, the credits roll and you are left staring at the screen wondering what just happened... all while this is playing <3

and i guess that's it !! i always get so scared of tagging people ahahah so please, feel free to tag yourself if you're a mutual and you want to do this!

[foliejpg]

ARG ASKS !!!

🍯🎂💫🌧️🍦🕊️🥀🔪💤🎀

also like i was gonna do the photo one but idk it sounds creepy? like 'show me what you look like grr'😭

tysm 🥰

🍯- describe your favorite smell

lemon sugar !! also the metal of notebook springs is very nostalgic for me

🎂- if you had 3 wishes, what would they be?

get rid of my credit card debt a new car and for my house to be fully renovated

💫- what is your sun, moon, and rising sign?

scorpio sun capricorn moon aries rising so i’m an emotional mess

🌧️- favorite thing to do on rainy days?

sleep lmao

🍦- what scented candle is your favorite?

also lemon sugar 😭

🕊️- 3 habits you have?

i bite my nails terribly 😵‍💫 i also have shoes i only wear inside the house and i can’t finish anything

🔪- scariest/creepiest experience?

i went on a haunted ride last year and i was so scared by the clowns with chainsaws i had an actual panic attack and cried :’)

🥀- last time you cried?

genuinely can’t remember 💀

💤- date someone younger, older, or same age as you?

i’ve only been in one relationship and he is 2 years older lol

🎀- any question you want

lol i won’t take a pic but i can tell you i have green eyes and brown hair all the way down my back and a black septum ring and i have worn the same tattoo choker for like. six years lol

[wahgifs]

i'm SO sad LITA is over but oh my GOD what did you think of the special episode!?!?!?!?! Did you like it? Do you think they will do a season 2 !?

I had two gifset requests (but i know that is me being greedy so one or even none is okay) but could you gif Sky looking at Prapai when Prapai is talking about marrying him in the future in the special episode? 😭😭😭 THe way Sky looks at him was so 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

And then i was going to ask as well maybe could you gif the final scene when they're all in the ocean together with the sun set in the background? 😭 i'm not gonna lie that made me cry.

I just wanted to say as well thank you so so much for your LITA gifs. One of your early episode gifsets way back actually got me to watch this show so thank you so much for your hard work and for being the reason i found my comfort show! I came back here every week to see your gifs you are very talented with making them and deserve to much more credit. Thank you so much for providing us with this amazing Love In The Air content and I hope you know how amazing your blog is. Keep up the amazing work and tysm again 🥰🥰🥰🥰

ok first let me just say I AM SO SORRY 😭 i didn't mean to take almost 2 months with this?? i did enjoy the special! i don't see a s2 happening but i do hope we get to see our four acting together again.

tysm for your patience!! i can't believe you waited for me 😭 you'll find your requests here and here. oh anon you are the sweetest ♥ ! apologies again! and my inbox is always open to you if you have any more requests or for whatever! i'll try not to be so slow next time.

[t-h-i-n-g]

hi hi, i would like to request a max mayfield x reader.

reader goes all out on their anniversary. something fluffy and romantic.

tysm<3

Happy Anniversary

(gif not mine credits to owner)

a/n: i was not expecting this to be as long as it is. i was expecting it to be half the length. anyways- thanks for the request! i’m pretty sure this is my favorite thing I wrote so far. my hearts even fluttering and im the one who made it LMAO

word count: 2.1k

summary: everything was planned out. the food, the gifts, the evening, you had everything set up perfectly. she just had to walk through the door to celebrate the anniversary of your favorite day.

warnings: none really just the normal fluff stuff, smooching, if i missed any let me know!!

st - masterlist m.masterlist

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Your room was clean, having taken care of it the day before. The dirty clothes that were once scattered now are in your hamper. The trash being discarded in the bin. Dirty dishes in the sink.

A plaid blanket taking up the space instead. You would have set this up outside, but the forecast called for rain. Instead you adapted, deciding an indoor picnic would be just as good as an outdoor one. Resting on the blanket laid a woven basket you got just for the occasion. Inside was a handful of Max’s and your favorite foods. 

Strawberries, paired with a fruit salad, some crackers, as well as bags of chips, some sandwiches sitting on top, and more food hidden underneath. This was both of yours day, you had a right to enjoy yourselves. 

Two pillows were also set out on the blanket, plates and bowls in front of them. In the center was a tier shelf with multiple different sweets on it. From macaroons to brownies to slices of cake. Your night was busy, wanting the items to be fresh for the occasion. Nancy was over to help you with all of them. You told her after hours of baking that you could handle the cupcakes on your own as the sun had already set and it was getting late. She shook her head, telling you she was more than happy to continue helping.

Hanging from your ceiling were balloons that read ‘HAPPY ANNIVER ARY.’ Steve popped the s on accident when trying to cut the tape attaching the balloon string that held it up. It was fine though, he stated when Nancy scolded him. Saying it gave the event more ‘character.’ You chuckled at him before going back to the kitchen. Taking out the watermelon from the fridge to cut up and add to the fruit salad, telling him to hang up the fairy lights on your way out.

The two of them had stayed well into the night to help you prepare for the day. Well, Steve more like just iced the cakes while you and Nancy did the real baking. You didn’t let him be the mixer after he dropped the freshly made cake batter on the floor. However, you were still grateful to his efforts. Steve’s icing job wasn’t bad either; only two of the cupcakes looked like deformed blobs (Not that you told him that. It would have crushed his spirits.) He was pretty proud of himself, admiring the hard work he accomplished. 

He was currently on his way to pick up Max from Mike’s to bring her to your house. Nancy made the boys promise to keep her busy till Steve arrived. Not wanting her to leave before everything set up. You would have spent the day at hers but… her step-dad didn’t know about the two of you. And the two of you didn’t want to risk the idea of him showing up unannounced. However, Max was more than eager to come to yours. Your parents were out of town for a couple of days, on a business trip. Not coming home till the following week. Lining up perfectly for the event to come.

You took in your surroundings. Quickly checking if Max’s gift from you was under your bed. Nodding to yourself, you peered at the red box. Moving out of your room, you went to sit on your couch. The window had its curtains pulled back. Rain being shown through. The forecast called for it to carry on into the late night. 

You placed your head in your palm, resting your elbow on the arm of the couch. Keeping your eyes on the street. Waiting for Steve’s vehicle to make its way into view. Smiling to yourself as you recalled how he expressed his excitement to you when he was leaving the previous night.

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“Two years, Y/n. That’s a long time. Can’t even believe you guys made it this far.” You furrowed brows at him. He looked at you, noticing your expression.

“Not that I didn’t expect you two,” he defended quickly, “Just the fact you guys are still so young. The amount of commitment you made to each other is crazy. And all the effort you're making for this… you really care about her a lot, huh?” You nodded instantly.

“Of course, she’s my girlfriend, my best friend, my everything really,” you stated. It was his turn to scrunch up his face.

“That last part was a little cringe not gonna lie.” You nodded once more.

“Yeah, don’t tell her I said that. She’ll make a big deal out of it and haunt me for the rest of my life,” you told him, “I can already hear her mimicky whiny voice, ‘I’m YouR eVEryThinG?’” Steve chuckled.

“Who knows maybe it’ll just slip out,” he said with a shrug. You snapped your head towards him, eyes wide.

“You wouldn’t,” you threatened. He shrugged once more, earning a shove from you. Making him laugh again.

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You turned your attention back to the window in front of you as Steve’s car rolled into your driveway. Getting up you approached the front door. Pulling it open just as Max got out of the vehicle. Telling Steve something before shutting the car door, a bag in her hand and on her back. You looked at her with a smile as her eyes met yours. One broke out on her face as well, lightly jogging to your steps. 

You met her halfway; embracing her in your arms. They wrapped around her waist as hers went to your shoulders. You picked her up, spinning her sound for a moment. Raindrops falling onto your skin. Contrasting the warmth you felt from Max with their cold touches. Setting her down, you looked into her eyes. Not even getting a chance to speak before she cupped your face, connecting your lips to hers. Closing your eyes, you tilted your head deepening the kiss. Her body arching into yours as you dipped her lightly. She pulled away once more staring into your eyes. Taking in the beautiful colors in them. A smile once again adorning her features, rain dampening her hair as well as her clothes.

“Happy anniversary,” you whispered to her, her smile only growing. Scanning across your face she took in the rain drops falling on your cheeks.

“I think we should get inside,” she mentioned,” I don’t want to get my gift wet.” You nodded, taking her hand in yours, turning back to the house. You caught a glimpse of Steve’s car still in your driveway. You looked back at him. He watched the two of you with a smile on his face. Max followed your line of vision. “Weirdo,” she mumbled. You gave him a wave as you made your way up the steps, Max flipping him off as well. You chuckled at her antics pulling her into the house. 

Keeping her hand in yours, you pulled her to your room. Once arriving you went to take her backpack. You took it off her shoulders, moving to place it on the side of your bed as she took in the scene in front of her. You sat on your bed watching as the lights reflected in her eyes. She stood herself between your legs. Your hands went to her hips peering up at her. Max once again placed her arms on your shoulders. Tracing them gently with her fingers as she stared in awe at the set up.

“I can’t believe you did all this,” she said in a whisper. You shrugged.

“It’s the anniversary of my favorite day, of course I had to do something special.” She raised a brow at you.

“Your favorite day?” You rolled your eyes playfully.

“Well, duh,” you pulled her closer, her hands moving to the sides of your face, “I’ll never forget how nervous you were,” you chuckled in a whisper. Her face scrunched up.

“Don’t even tell me about that.”

“You were all fidgety and kept stuttering-”

“Stoooop,” she commanded, placing a hand over your mouth. You took yours to pull it off.

“And your eyes got so wide when I kissed you and you froze like a statue.” She covered her face in embarrassment, going red. You loved these moments. Seeing Max flustered was hard to come by. Laughing lightly you took in her state.

“I think I changed my mind, we’re breaking up. You’re making fun of me, on our anniversary!” she exclaimed. “Yep, red flags are visible, guess I better go-”

“Oh shut up, you dork,” you joked standing up. You went to the end of your bed, taking out the box from underneath. “At least open your gift before you leave.” You stated, moving to sit on the blanket. She followed after you, picking up her gift bag as well. You handed her the box as she sat the bag next to you.

“You first,” she stated. You scoffed, shaking your head. 

“No way, you know how this goes. You always open yours first.” It was true over the past occasion, Christmas, birthdays, other anniversaries, ect, she was always the one to fold first when it came to these petty arguments. She pondered the thought for a moment. “It’s the least you can do for me. After all, I put all of this together for you. You can take another gift from me, can't you?” Sighing she took the box and placed it in her lap as you smiled in victory. 

The box was long, about as tall as it was wide. She opened it, peering inside. Taking the wrapping off her jaw dropped. She pulled out a new board, the bottom custom painted.

“I did the bottom myself,” you mentioned in a mumbled as she took in each detail. Tracing the different lines with her finger. You bit your lip waiting for her to say something. It took you a long time to get that done. First, having to save enough money for it. As well as it took two weeks for you to paint it.

“This is so cool,” she whispered. Looking up at you she smiled. Max crawled across the blanket almost nocking off the tray of sweats the possess.

“Careful! Those took forever to make,” you informed as she tackled you into a hug. She turned to baked goods.

“You made them?” You nodded.

“With a little help from Nancy and… kinda Steve. He was really just there for emotional support. He did the icing though.” 

“That’s why some look smooshed?”

“Mhm, I didn’t have the heart to tell them the flowers looked like a child’s finger paintings.” She laughed getting off of you grabbing a cupcake on her way back to sit.

“Now open yours,” she commanded, taking a bite out of the treat. You grabbed the bag. Putting the paper aside you pulled out a tiny book. Inside was multiple polaroid pictures of the two of you from the last six months. Your head snapped to her.

“This is why El had a sudden fixation with that camera and the photos?” you asked. She nodded, smiling.

“I asked her after I saw you wanting that photo Joyce took of us on Halloween.” You flipped through the pictures, taking in all the memories you went through.

“This is so sweet, Max. Thank you-”

“There’s another thing,” she stated. Your brows shot up, once again looking in the bag, seeing a little box inside. Taking it out, you opened it to reveal a necklace. The initial ‘M’ in the middle of it.

“You did not,” you tell her with the smile growing on your face. She nodded, once again moving towards you. She grabbed it from you, sitting behind you to place it on your neck.

“Now, everyone knows your mine,” she said, clasping it. You snorted.

“That was cheesy,” you stated, turning around to face her.

“At least I didn’t say ‘shEs My evEerYThiNG.’” Your jaw dropped.

“I told Steve not to tell you I said that!” you exclaimed. She shrugged.

“I’m personally glad he did, now I can bring it up anytime you tease me for saying something.” You let out a groan as she smirked. She shifted onto your lap, cupping your face in her hands. “Hey I mean, it's sweet, really. A little corny, but sweet.” You let your head fall to her shoulder. It was your turn to hide in embarrassment. Max chuckled lightly, “If it means anything, you’re my everything, too.”

Removing yourself from her neck, you scanned her face. A smile adorning her features as her eyes peered into your.

“Who’s the cheeseballs now?” She let out a laugh.

“You still, but it’s fine. I’ll settle with a cheeseball.” You raised a brow.

“Settle?” She nodded jokingly.

“Oh, yeah I got hoes lining up the block.”

“Yeah?” Your voice dropped down an octave.

“Mhm,” she humed, a hand lightly scratching your neck, while the other held your face. A smile remained on your face as a comfortable silence fell between you.

“Happy anniversary, Max,” you whispered, bringing her lips closer to yours. She smiled against them.

“Happy anniversary, Y/n.”

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Two Years On; DR3

Part one: Two Years On//Part two: Two Years Ago//Part three: Battle of the Exes

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x you

Summary: you find out your ex is back in town and have the awkward first meeting, just lots of angst really and more to come

Warnings: swearing/mentions of alcohol

Word count: 2.4k

A/N: tysm for the likes on my sneak peek yesterday!! this is my first piece of fictional writing in a long, long, time. Please forgive any mistakes!! I already have other parts of this story written so if this goes okay then I'll carry on posting :)

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Sunday; currently being spent mostly horizontal on the sofa, endlessly scrolling through your phone. You were already onto your second romcom of the day, reeling from the spontaneous romances between two unexpecting strangers that made you feel a little warm and fuzzy inside. A hazy sun crept through the blinds, the temperature in Australia beginning to creep up in August. A video of a cat parkouring around a house piqued your interest enough to earn a slight puff of air to escape your nose, truly riveting content.

“Yo!” Harriet made her arrival known as she entered the apartment you both shared. Craning your neck to look over the back of the sofa, she was placing grocery shopping on the kitchen countertop and began unloading and packing things away into various cupboards. “I see you’re having a productive morning,” waving a packet of sweets you’d requested before she left, you flashed a smile and settled back down on to the sofa. You proudly shared the achievement of moving from your bedroom to the sofa whilst she’d been shopping.

“Guess who I saw while I was out…” raising her eyebrows at you expectantly waiting a nonsensical list of names.

“The president? No, No! Shawn Mendes? Did he finally track me down?” Sarcastic yet hopeful that this time it may be true.

“Girl,” Harriet shut a cupboard door and turned to you, “you have to got to let the fantasy go.” Ignoring her dream crushing response you waited for her to share the mystery person. “But no, wrong. It was, er…” Harriet paused. You sat up and looked at her leaning on the kitchen counter, head dropped between her shoulders causing you to frown at her hesitation. Nudging her to give up the answer, she looked up with a hint of sympathy and nervous energy in her eyes, “Danny Ric.”

You swallowed. Feeling your face drop no matter how you tried to compose yourself. “Well,” you attempted to respond, not quite knowing how exactly the feeling you carried in that moment, “it must be summer break.” The best you could come up with in attempt to brush it off, even though you knew you couldn’t fool Harriet. She walked over, lifting up your feet and placing them on her lap as she sat beside you. Your focus was solely on the crappy romantic film with overly cheesy couples parading their romance around.

“He looked good,” she sighed which you only reacted to with a shrug refusing to break eye contact with the television. “He asked how you were,” caution was in her voice.

“Good for him,” a curt reply, hoping she’d take a hint. Harriet fidgeted slightly, her stare burning through the side of your head. “He’ll just be visiting his family,” you stated, attempting to sound a little friendlier to break the tension you held.

“Well yeah, I just thought, you know…” Harriet was dancing around the subject and you had a wash of guilt for making her uncomfortable when she hadn’t done anything wrong, she was just trying to protect and warn you he was home for the first time in a long time. Along with the guilt was the relief that you hadn’t joined her on the spontaneous shopping trip, saving yourself from an unexpected run in with the man who broke your heart. “You haven’t seen him since…”

Sitting up you crossed your legs looking at her with a tight-lipped smile, “Sorry, I just… kind of wish my Shawn Mendes prediction was correct right about now,” trying to provide a bit of comic relief to ease the tension you felt. “Did he say anything else?” Your brows furrowed together with a small flutter thinking about him; he’d asked about you but you had a slight hope that perhaps he’d mentioned he missed you or looked sad when he mentioned your name.

Harriet shared how he seemed slightly nervous to talk to her obviously knowing your friendship, how he looked a lot leaner from what she could remember but still in good shape, how he was home to see his family and spend some quiet time before jetting off somewhere. Harriet reeled off a few other details but all you could wonder was how his eyes had looked. Did they look happy or sad? Tired and overworked? That’s how you remembered him mostly looking in your final months together. You could tell everything from his dark eyes that were always sprinkled with a glimmer of his emotions. You suddenly longed to catch a glimpse of him yourself.

“He asked if we were going to Tommy’s party tonight,” bringing your attention back immediately. “I obviously told him that we were because.. we are, right?” Harriet quizzed, that was the plan but did that mean he was going? If Tommy knew he was home then undoubtedly he’d be invited considering the friend group was mostly made up of school friendships spanning over a decade. “He said he wasn’t sure if he should go,” Harriet had a sad look on her face and I couldn’t work out if her sympathy lied with yourself or Dan.

“Why wouldn’t he go?” you questioned; Harriet gave a small shrug with one of her shoulders but we both knew the answer to the question.

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“Ladies,” Tommy extending his arm into his house as you arrived, “here, I’ll take them.” Tommy was a big friendly giant; he wouldn’t hurt a fly but all the time he spent working out on his physique meant he could easily hurt something much bigger than an insect if he so pleased. You handed over the bottles not wanting to turn up empty handed before you began to follow Harriet through the house to voices coming from the back garden. Tommy gently touched your arm earning your attention, Harriet continuing ahead. “You got a minute?” He asked quietly, the daunting fact that Dan could already be in the back garden when you head out there suddenly rose. Harriet had already prepared you with a large gin before you left the house and reeled off some independent women quotes, but you drew the line when she started playing Kelly Clarkson’s Since You Been Gone from the speakers. Granted, all of her support had helped you feel prepared until this very moment.

“It’s fine, Tommy,” shaking your head with a small smile not wanting to create an awkward atmosphere; you certainly did not feel fine but you would be damned to show it. “Harriet bumped into him this morning, it’s fine,” trying to sound as convincing as possible.

“Well, he’s not here just yet and I don’t know if he will be, I just wanted you to know he might, you know,” both you and Tommy noticed your shoulders visibly relax. He’s not here, thank God. “Tell Jonny I’m fetching his beer now, he’s probably complaining of dehydration in the two minutes I’ve been gone, the tosser.” Tommy had a skill of making everybody feel at ease and left you to join the rest of your friends outside to find a predictable Jonny proclaiming he was parched and how ‘you can’t get the service these days’.

Two hours had passed since your arrival and every time a shadow appeared in the doorway to outside you braced yourself for it being Dan but seemingly those who were making the effort to come had already arrived. Selfishly, a part of you felt disappointed he hadn’t turned up. There wasn’t anything you wanted to say, there was no want or need to bash against his toned chest and yell at him until you were crying but to be able to see him and know you’d made it through the worst breakup and show him you were okay would feel like an accomplishment.

You downed your gin balloon and excused yourself from around the fire pit, promising Harriet a refill on your way back from the bathroom. You made your way upstairs to the bathroom, using the mirror to assist you in dabbing a spot of lipstick across your lips where the colour had transferred onto the drink straws and tying your hair back into a low bun, the night’s breeze had picked up slightly and it was looking more dishevelled than earlier before heading into the kitchen to mix another round of drinks.

There was a table that had an array of various bottles on it, searching around for the orange gin you and Harriet had been drinking all night which had seemingly disappeared. Opening the fridge expecting to find it in there chilling, puzzled you shut the door-

“You after this?” The voice from behind made you jump, your hand going to your chest as you spun around to find Dan.

“Hey,” was all you managed to get out as he stood there in front of you for the first time since he’d left you. The perfect Dan cut-out, oversized party shirt, ripped skinny jeans and vans. His skin still had a caramel glow, his curls were a lot shorter than you remembered but his eyes, they hadn’t changed at all. “Erm, yeah. Actually, I was,” you inhaled, the pair of you stood facing each other in silence. An ache in your chest rose just from looking at him, it felt reminiscent of the pain you harboured for months after your break-up. It hurt you that in that moment you couldn’t get a read on him no matter how much you looked into his deep brown eyes. 

He walked over to the cupboard, picked a glass out and filled it with a plentiful amount of orange gin. Watching almost in disbelief he was right here in front of you, the first time in two years. “Excusez-moi,” Dan broke your thoughts, taking a step away from the fridge suddenly not sure where to put yourself you chose to just linger in the silence. “Here,” Dan held out the glass toward you, looking between the glass and his eyes, “Orange gin and lemonade, right?” Dan asked, doubt washing over his face.

“Right, yeah, thanks,” Taking the glass from his hands, you consciously tried to avoid touching his hands in the exchange. Your eyes glanced over his tattoos that sat on his skin, you wondered if he had any new additions and where about they were if he had. You stood in place looking down at the drink in your hands still not knowing what to do. There was a time in your relationship where you almost got his race number permanently inked on your skin, forever grateful that the rational part of your brain kicked in and avoided doing so.

“You look good,” Dan popped the lid off his beer and took a swig. You coyly thanked him for the compliment even though it felt like polite small talk. It felt strange, never having had to make small talk with Dan for as long as you’d known him. 

“Are you making those bloody dri-” Harriet barged through the door to find you both stood facing one another in silence, “oh, heeey,” she drawled out awkwardly. “You know, it’s fine- I’ll just… drink from the pond, you two carry on,” you shot her a look that read what the fuck before she darted back out the kitchen.

You looked up at Dan feeling as though you had reverted back to teenagers getting second-hand embarrassment from your friend in front of a crush, “Well, that’s a new one even for her,” you quipped.

Dan had a smirk on his face, clearly amused by Harriet’s quick entrance and exit.  “Least we know where to find her when she passes out later,” his infectious toothy grin on display, your lips couldn’t help but twitch up into their own smile.

“We were always good at tracking her down in the end,” the sudden nostalgia stung; typically the nights you both had to pick up Harriet and head home were filled of drinking, dancing, kissing, teasing, the touches. You suspected Dan felt the same as his face seemed to solemn as quickly as your own. The tension between you became undeniable; you didn’t know whether to turn and run, pray the world swallowed you whole or spontaneously combust under his gaze.

“Can we talk?” Dan questioned, cutting through the tension with his words. His eyes looking at you pleadingly. You knew ‘the talk’ was inevitable but you didn’t think he’d attempt to have the conversation here and now. Your mouth opened with silence but the shake of your head instinctively answered him. “Please,” he added.

“I just- I don’t think there’s anything to say,” you avoided his eyes knowing you’d crumble under their gaze.

“I disagree,” he countered, “I just think we left it a little… fucked.” Dan swallowed; your heart dropped thinking back to the night. “Not we; me. I did. I… I fucked it.” Your heart swelled at the admission but you couldn’t engage in the conversation without emotions getting involved, emotions you didn’t want Dan to witness right now.

“It was a long time ago,” you attempted to brush it off casually but standing here with him now made it feel like yesterday. Dan nodded slowly and let out a sigh admitting defeat in the current situation, he stepped beside you and head outside to join the group without saying another word. A crushing feeling overcame you. Perhaps two years wasn’t enough time to get over the love of your life after all.

Harriet re-entered the kitchen, assuming she’d seen Dan exit the house without you in tow. You were sipping from your straw from the gin Dan had made for you. “How was the pond water?” You smirked toward her; you wouldn’t let her forget that one for a while. Harriet pulled a face back at you before over exaggerating making her own drink that you’d promised. “Sorry, was kind of caught off guard there,” you acknowledged.

Harriet shared how Dan had arrived whilst you were in the bathroom, how she thought he definitely scanned the fire pit to see if you were here and he’d probably and correctly assumed the empty seat next to her was indeed for you. Apparently she had debated whether to rugby tackle across everyone around the fire pit to try and reach the bathroom before you walked out to him but ultimately decided an article she’d read on exposure therapy would be more beneficial.

“I cannot say I would recommend exposure therapy to everyone in that case,” you rolled your eyes. “He wanted to talk but I managed to avoid it.”

For now, at least.