#I CAN’T BELIEVE IS OVERR T^T

[majuandrad]

“The sun still shines.”

[sweetiepoison]

Famous Baby (blurb)

The Concert

Song: “Silent” by Ashley Kutcher

The amount of times Auston called you overrated was roughly the same amount of times you called him self centered. So you never expected him to use one of the tickets you gave him for your show on himself, but there he was, surrounded by the five other ticket holders.

“Hey.” You greeted as politely as possible knowing this was his family surrounding him.

“Hey, these are my sisters Alex and Bre.” Auston first introduced you to the two girls you’ve seen in pictures.

They both sent you a wave and a smile which you thought was as far as it was going to go, but the younger one pipped up.

“When Auston gave us the tickets and told us he was friends with you, we didn’t actually believe him at first.”

“Bre.” Auston’s tone came off as a warning.

“Oh did he?” You laughed looking over at Auston for an explanation.

“I never used the word friends.” Auston clarified.

“Yes you did!” Bre exclaimed, “He surprised us with the tickets at a family dinner and when our nana asked who you were he said you were friends and a really talented singer.”

Your smile only grew as you gently nudged Auston’s arm, “talented huh?”

“That’s an exaggeration.”

“Sure it is.” You agreed sarcastically, but put an end to it by turning your attention to the younger girls who were the main reason for the invite.

“Hi!” You smiled brightly greeting the younger girls in front of you. They couldn’t be older than 10.

“This is Gracie and this is Paige.” Auston introduced the two girls.

“It’s so nice to meet you both, my name’s (y/n). I’m so exited that you could make it tonight.” Despite your best efforts the girls remained quiet and needed lots of prompting from there mom to talk. Nevertheless, you continued to talk about the show and asked them questions as well.

Auston would rather do skating drills before he ever admitted that he liked watching you interact with his family, but he did. The way you told his cousins the first song you were going to play but they had to promise to keep it a secret and how you included his sisters in choosing your outfit, those little things stuck with him.

Shortly after your introductions it was time for them to head to their seats and you to finish getting ready.

“Alright, popstar, let’s see what kind of overrated concert you put on.”

“It’ll be the best one you’ve ever been to, Matthews.” You reassured him.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” Auston warned you.

“Sit back, relax,” you smiled “and most importantly, enjoy.”

“I’ll try.”

“Oh you will.” You sent him a playful wink as you watched him walk away.

As your opener finished up on stage you took the time to compose yourself as best as you could. Despite years of performing you still got nervous before every show.

With one last final look in the mirror and a self encouraging mantra you were swept up by a stage manager. He held your waist as he practically carried you while speed walking down the hall.

“(Y/n) on the move, we’ll be at the starting marker in T minus 20 seconds.” He talked into his walkie talkie as he guided you down the hall.

“Lights have went down and band is in place.” You heard come back through the walkie talkie.

��Dancers are moving onto the stage now.” Another voice informed.

“10 seconds, countdown has started on the screen.” You could hear the screaming from the crowd intensify as your arrival on stage was now imminent.

“(Y/n)’s standing by ready to go.” You looked toward your team one final time to ensure that everything was in place.

“Good luck kiddio, leave it all out there.”

You placed your inner ear in which allowed you to hear yourself while singing as well as cues from the stage managers. “5….4….3….2….1, let’s have a good show everyone.”

As you entered through the side stage the screaming reached a level you didn’t even think possible. You took a second to feel the energy and the crowd before standing in position. You smiled singing your intro song, before taking a pause to greet the crowd.

“Hi Glendale! How are you feeling?” You were met with an explosion of screams and cheering, “It’s so nice to be here with all of you tonight!”

The night continued with you performing all of your tops hits. Song after song left you feeling more excited and satisfied as you fed off the crowds energy. Maybe it was the warm weather or the outdoor stadium, or the summer evening, but this show felt better than the last few. The band was playing at their best, all of the dancers were sharp and purposeful and you could feel that the show was a success even before it ended.

Your favorite part of every show had to be interacting with the audience.

“Okay this next song is about cursing an entire generational line.” You laughed as everyone started screaming knowing what it was from previous shows you’ve done with the same intro.

“It is a tribute to all the boys,” you emphasized the word boys “Not men, boys, because a man wouldn’t act like this.”

“And I want…” you scanned the front row on the left side of the stage, “you,” you pointed at a girl who just about passed out once she realized you were looking at her, “to introduce this next song.” She immediately handed her phone to her friend. “You can talk about a boy who ruined your life or just say you hate men, whatever works.”

You extended the mic to the security guard in front of the stage to hold for her.

“This next song is for all the lame ass boys who fumbled (y/n), it’s your loss, this is ‘Tummy Hurts!’

You laughed as the mic was handed back to you and your band began playing the intro to the song.

Auston couldn’t help but move his head to the beat of your catchy songs and at times he even hummed along to the ones that were on repeat on the radio.

It wasn’t just your voice that was amazing, but the lighting, the backgrounds, the choreography it was all mesmerizing. Auston thought it was overall a really good show. Even during the songs he didn’t know your stage presence was enough to keep him locked in.

“I have a new song to play for y’all if that’s alright?” Your question received a wave of people screaming yes which made you laugh. “Okay, it’s one that I’ve been writing and working on since tour has started. And we won’t end on this song I promise because it’s kind of a slower one, but I’m excited to share it. This is called, Silent.

You felt a mix between anxiety and excitement. You knew they would like the song but this is the first time anyone outside of your band would be hearing it. The thought of being this vulnerable made you not want to perform it at all. But you knew if you didn’t do this now, you would never release the song and it would end up never seeing the light of day.

You sat down on the chair placed in the middle of the stage and began strumming the opening chords on your guitar. Taking a deep breath and closing your eyes you began singing.

‘It’s 6 a.m. and we’re in your bed

And you're just looking at me with everything unsaid

I should go to sleep or just up and leave

I should call a car before I say what I might mean’

Auston’s heart began thumping in his chest. It was just the beginning of the song, but these lyrics were hitting a little too close to home.

Early in the morning with only a few hours of sleep in your system, you smacked Auston in the arm complaining about his snoring and how it was keeping you awake. He quickly shot back with the fact that you stole all the covers. And despite the darkness and your fighting you both laid there facing each other, anger giving way to another feeling. No words were spoken, but there was also an understanding that things were somehow different between you two.

Or is it just a combination of this late intoxication?

And these thoughts won't quit, oh, is it worth the

Conversation of a hopeless situation?

And these thoughts, we're probably better off keeping it silent

The song was actually very easy for you to write, once you got the chorus done the rest flowed. You had a rough version recorded on your phone within two hours.

Nothing can go wrong when you keep it quiet

No one needs to know just where my mind's at

That's for you to guess, I'll keep it private (keep it)

Keep it (keep), keep it (keep)

You continued to sing refusing to open your eyes. You knew it was impossible, but you were scared if you opened them, you would make eye contact with him and that would make it all real.

You want to know, but I keep it close

Rather be the mystery than just the punchline of your joke

You can say the words, or I never will be yours

Rather be the one that got away than have to say it first

You were certain you didn’t have actual feelings for Auston. Whatever you were feeling from that night needed to come out or it would never stop bothering you, so you put it into a song.

My friends think you're no good but damn, I'm biased

But you don't need to know when I've been crying (crying)

I don't know how you keep it cool, I'm dying

Keeping this, you know me

No one knows what happened that night, you never told anyone and you assumed he didn’t either because when you saw each other again for the first time it was like it never happened. He made a comment about how he wished better music was playing when it was your song. To which you replied you wished he would stop talking.

But as time passed and the memories from that night replayed in your head over and over again it became unbearable to not talk about it.

So you confided in your mom. You kept the person and situation very vague, but even that was enough to make you burst into tears. Up until that point, your relationship with Auston was very clear, you didn’t like him and he didn’t like you, but that night made your very distinct relationship blurred.

You slowly faded into the end of the song finally allowing yourself to open your eyes and breathe. From the beginning of the song till now you forgot where you were, but the loud cheers and applause served as a reminder. You quickly wiped away the tears that began to flow and took a long drink from your water bottle. You needed the 3 seconds to compose yourself before speaking in the mic again.

Auston also felt like he was holding his breath during the whole song. At the end, while everyone around him began cheering he felt like he was going to throw up.

The morning after your night spent together, Auston woke up alone. He had the day off, but spent the rest of the day thinking about the night before. There was no denying the moment you two had, but he worked overtime convincing himself that whatever he felt for a split second wasn't real. However, in this moment, hearing you sing about it, it was more real than ever.

Auston's feet were moving before he knew what was going on. He recalled mumbling something to his sisters about waiting in the car, but he didn't wait for a response. The ringing in his ears and the pounding of his heart only intensified as he pushed through the crowd. He didn't look back as he walked away from the stage, the away from the stadium, away from you.

[storiesofsvu]

Rita Calhoun 50 OTP Q's Pt. 2

Rita Calhoun x fem!reader no major warnings. pt 2 a pretty quick follow up of pt 1 as it's just some hc's and not a full fic lol. Send your req's in here for more fun!

26. Who likes to eat healthy/ Who loves junk food?                 You both have a good balance of both. Rita really enjoys her sweet treats, but she doesn’t go overboard on them. She prefers to order groceries from whole foods while you don’t care where they come from as long as its edible. She does rely on take out a lot, but it’s from healthier places, salads, sandwiches, rice or noodle bowls, acai bowls, salmon or chicken and rice with veggies. You’ve even found her some nights with delivery from restaurants that don’t even offer it and all she’s said is “I know a guy…”. You’re the one more likely to indulge in the greasy pizza, overloaded Chinese food or mcdonalds.

27. Who takes a long shower/ Who sings in the shower?                 Rita’s everything shower is over an hour long every single time. You cannot tell me that woman doesn’t have a like 20 fucking step routine between skincare, haircare, dry brushing, etc. It’s also one of the times during the day that she uses to relax, some candles, a nice soft playlist to help her wind down. You’re the one that sings in the shower, though you only try to do it in the mornings she’s already gone for the day in the hopes to not be overheard.

28. Who is the book worm?                 Rita, absolutely hands down. She’s *obsessed* with books and on weekend shopping days will ALWAYS be dragging you into bookstores, especially antique or second hand ones. She’s usually got multiple on the go at once, a couple of fiction with different genres, and a couple of non fiction.

29. Who is the better cook?                 We all know it’s going to be you. It doesn’t matter if you’re not that great. Rita can’t even defrost an Uncrustable properly.

30. Who likes long walks on the beach?                 Gonna go with both of you. You don’t care what kind of beach it is, you enjoy the company, feeling the sand in your toes, the water on your feet, best way to end the day. Rita prefers the walking paths/sidewalks down by the beach so she doesn’t have to deal with the sand.

31. Who is more affectionate?                 Overall, and physically, you. You’re always telling her how much you love her, and are eager to have a hand or arm linked with hers while walking around outside. You’re more likely to be the one stealing a kiss or showing off PDA. It’s in the privacy of your home that Rita goes overboard with her affection. She shows it by physical touch and gifts mainly. Her hands tracing patterns on your legs while they’re strewn over her lap on the couch, she often catches herself watching you with a dreamy smile on her face because of how much she loves you and how much she can’t believe how well you take care of her.

32. Who likes to have really long (deep) conversation?                 This one’s definitely going to Rita. She can talk for hours on end about those deep philosophical conversations that go on far too late into the night. She always enjoys expanding her mind and self educating herself on various topics and loves spending time looking things up and debating back and fourth with friends.

33. Who would wear “not guilty” t-shirt/ Who would wear “sin” t-shirt?                 Hear me out, this was Rita and Rafael in their Harvard days. I’ll let you decide who’s wearing which one lol.

34. Who would wear “if lost return to…” t-shirt/ Who would wear “I am…” t-shirt?                 You’re definitely wearing the lost one, Rita’s the much more sober and collected one, gently guiding you to the car at the end of the night.

35. Who goes overboard on the holidays?                 Rita. She never means to, you’ve likely set limits for prices of presents and she almost always accidentally exceeds it. She never cared much for holidays, thinking they were overrated and never bothered to decorate her home or office when she was single and working all the time. But there’s something about seeing the way your eyes sparkle in the Christmas lights that she has a team fully decking out the entire apartment every single year because she knows you love it. (she does always make sure they leave the tree bare as that’s been made into a tradition the two of you do together.)

36. Who is the social media addict?                 You. Rita is not chronically online. The apps on her phone are much more likely to be various news ones. She likely has twitter and uses it more as a work reference and again, to keep up on current events and news. I DO like to believe that she has a (likely private) Instagram (and we’re gonna ignore the timeline of when insta became a thing/her age for this hc lol). And she’s been posting on it since college, fancy parties, yacht trips out in the hamptons, semi spicy bikini or dress pics, it’s incredibly aesthetic and she thrives to keep the vibe going. She’s got a fuck ton of followers and is like, lowkey Instagram famous, but most of the posts don’t actually include her face, especially as she got older and more concerned with her professional image.

37. Height difference or age difference?                 Didn’t we already do height? Lol. Age wise, Rita’s usually older. She focused on school and work and didn’t want to waste time dating when she was younger. Now that she’s established most people closer to her age are already married with kids. She doesn’t have any issues dating younger, as long as her partner has their shit together and has some ambition and goals when it comes to life. She cant deal with someone who has no motivation and just lounges around all day.

38. Who likes to star gaze?                 This is more leaning towards you. You like to take a moment during each day to appreciate the little things, like this, and say a silent thank you to the world for making such beautiful things. She doesn’t really think about it until you’re out of the skyscrapers of the city, sometimes out in the hampton’s, sometimes it’s a more tropical vacation that she can really see the night sky and there’s no place she’d rather be than on a cozy blanket showing you constellations.

39. Who buys cereal for the prize inside?                 Absolutely you! Which Rita will lovingly tease you about, especially if there is a collection of toys and you continue to buy boxes until you have the entire set. (and naturally you never actually eat the cereal..)

40. Who is the fun parent/ Who is the responsible parent?                 If it came to actual parenting, I think Rita would be a mix of both, but much heavier leaning toward the responsible one. But she’s not having kids, so she’s always going to be the super fun rich af Aunt. She doesn’t do well with the younger kids, but once they’re about 16/17 she can have actual conversations with them, and she’ll be the one sneaking them booze and inviting them out to the hampton’s and letting them (semi responsibly) party on the yacht. She’s obviously the one you’d want to call when you’re in trouble considering her job and she’s also the one that’s never going to whisper a word to either of your parents. She’ll take those secrets to the grave. And she’s also very capable of intimidating the fuck out of bullies or ex boyfriends. She will threaten them with jail time.

41. Who cries during sad movies?                 Both of you. Rita’s a fucking sap so she cries at the romantic movies, you’re more likely the one to cry over the animals.

42. Who is the neat freak?                 I don’t particularly think Rita’s a neat *freak* but she has everything in its spot and knows where her things are 99.9% of the time. She’s organized, collected, tidy, her kitchen’s always clean cause she never cooks lol. And she likely has a cleaning service come to her apartment weekly to help with that kinda stuff.

43. Who wins the stuffed animals at the carnival for the other one?                 You’re shocked Rita even agreed to go to the carnival with you and you’ve promised to win her one as a thank you. While she does have fun, indulges in plenty of food she never would have touched otherwise, and obviously pays for you to play all the stupid, nearly impossible to win games, it’s the giant smile on your face as you turn to her with a lime neon green giant monkey that makes her the happiest. If it had been some random gift from a first date it would have gone in the trash right away, but because it's from you and you worked so hard to win it he gets a name by the time you’re home and either lives on a stool in the walk in closet or has taken up residency in the guest room. (it’s his room now)

44. Who is active/ Who is lazy?                 You like to get a daily workout in, something as small as a walk around the block on slower days up to a class at the gym or some heavy lifting on days you’re more ambitious. Rita always makes sure to not be too sedentary, especially with an office job. She enjoys the more streamlined workouts, Pilates or yoga, things that she can do in the privacy of her living room and not have to leave the house for on colder days. She doesn’t particularly enjoy running, but will do it when she starts to feel a little too stiff and immobile. On the other hand, she truly enjoys your post dinner walks through the park, hand in hand as you share little stories.

45. Who is more likely to get drunk?                 Absolutely you. Rita will indulge in a drink or two with dinner, a cocktail or two out at the bar, but she doesn’t go much passed that. She doesn’t like to be out of control of herself, especially out in public. She has been known to finish a bottle of wine or two while at the apartment, and definitely gets a little silly, laughing harder and longer than she normally does.

46. Who has the longer food order?                 This is weird. Lol. I’m gonna go with Rita because she likely hasn’t eaten since breakfast and thus is more hungry, opting for an app or two and a full course meal while you’re fine with just a burger.

47. Who has the more complex coffee order?                 Rita. While it’s pretty simple at home, if she’s out and there’s a fancier option, she’s indulging. She probably has some sort of self made up special combination of different drinks. You’d think the barista’s would hate her for it but they all know her by name and have nicknamed the drink ‘The Calhoun’ so it has its own priced button in the computer and sticker label with all the steps for newer staff. (not to mention she tips incredibly on the daily)

48. Who loses stuff?                 You.

49. Who is the driver/ Who is the passenger?                 You’re always the driver if you’re not in a cab/car service. While Rita does know how to drive, she simply doesn’t. I could definitely see her having gotten her licence back in the day and never using it, thus letting it expire. She’s a passenger princess through and through.

50. Who is the hopeless romantic?                 Rita. That bitch is a cold hearted shark who scares or at least intimidates 90 % of the people she comes across in her workday/life but she has this completely other side to her with the people she trusts and loves. She’s the softest, most gentle, caring, tender person who will always put her love first and take every opportunity to show it.

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[sweet-villain]

Just Another Lie~2

Summary : Billy works in the mechanic shop with Eddie, Eddie Munson. But he hasn't told you. He kept it away from you while you moved on in your life to be a mother, to Billy Hargrove child. What happens when things get ugly?

Tags : @ali-r3n

Angst

Part 1

Author's note : Just wrote this an hour before my birthday. Happy Birthday to me!

As the cool night air enveloped you two, Eddie and you lay on the grass, gazing up at the starry sky above. The twinkling stars seemed to dance above you two, as if they were putting on a show just for the two of you. As you lay there in silence, Eddie turned to you with a determined look in his eyes. 'I promise you, one day we will live where we both live happily,' he said with conviction.

You couldn't help but feel a sense of hope and excitement wash over you at his words. Eddie was always full of big ideas and dreams, but this one seemed different. It was as if he truly believed that a happy ending was possible, and that he was determined to make it happen.

“ It’s going to be two of us surrounded by people we love, dreams happening and we will do it together. Take on the world” he says, turning his head as his gaze bore in on you. The smile on his face made you feel at ease and made you feel like it was all alright. 

At school the following week was buzzing with excitement about the upcoming dance and everyone was busy making plans and preparations. Eddie and you happened to be seated next to each other in our English class and couldn't help but discuss prom plans during breaks in the lesson.

Eddie let out a sigh and shrugged his shoulders. 'I don't know, prom just seems like a big, overrated event to me. I'd much rather be hanging out with you at home, watching movies or something.'

You felt a twinge of disappointment but you didn't want to let it ruin the day t. 'Come on, Eddie. It's our senior prom, we have to make the most of it. Plus, I've been looking forward to this for so long and it wouldn't be the same without you.'

Eddie looked at you with a soft expression and you could tell he was considering your words. 'Okay, fine. I'll try to make the best of it for your sake.'

Your face beamed with happiness. Eddie laughed, noticing how your face lit up at his words. 

You were adorable. The two of you would flirt all the time and everyone assumed the two of you were dating. 

You had spent weeks searching for the perfect dress and shoes, and now it was time to focus on your hair. You had always dreamed of having a beautiful updo for prom, but you had no idea how to achieve it. That's when you turned to your mom, who was a master at styling hair.

When it was that time to go to prom, you had walked into your room with your mom greeting you. The smell of hairspray filled the room.  She had set up a mini salon in your room, complete with all of her tools and products. You sat down in front of the mirror, and your mom immediately began combing through your hair, discussing different styles and options.

“ Did you ever end up telling Eddie how you feel, sweetheart?” she asks. You eyed her in your mirror.

How did she even know? Did she read your diary or something? 

“ Mom” you groaned. She chuckled, and continued to comb your hair. 

“ You can’t hide anything from me, sweetheart. I’m your mother” you groaned, sifting in your seat. 

“ Can we talk about anything else?” She squeezed your shoulder apologies if she overstepped. 

Your mom started by sectioning off your hair and curling each section with a curling iron. As she worked, you two chatted about plans that Eddie had for the night and reminisced about her own prom experiences. It was a special bonding moment, and you were grateful to have your mom by your  side for such an important event.

Let alone going to prom with Eddie. Your best friend. The boy that took your heart at first glance. 

She added in some sparkly hair clips and a delicate flower crown, which added the perfect touch of glamor to your look. As she finished up, she gave you a quick spritz of hairspray and turned you towards the mirror.

You were in awe of your reflection. Your hair looked even better than you had imagined, and you couldn't wait to show it off at prom. Your mom beamed with pride as she admired her handiwork. 

“ Look at you, all so pretty. You always are the prettiest out of everyone, my little girl” she leaned down to kiss your cheek. “ You’re going to rock it, tonight” you laughed looking over your shoulder at her. 

“ Thanks, mom” 

As you were getting your makeup on and dressed, your mom couldn’t stop telling you how beautiful you looked and teased how much Eddie would love you in the color you chose. A hint of red appeared on your cheeks, trying to look away and brush off the fact that she knew how you felt about Eddie. 

“ Eddie is going to faint when he sees you, sweetheart” 

“ Mom!” you shoot her a look but chuckled, not being mean or trying to yell at her. She put her hands up telling you she’s finally going to stop. 

You couldn't wait to see your date, Eddie  all dressed up in his tuxedo, ready to sweep you off your feet. He never liked wearing one of those things, but he promised he was going to rock it on what he chose out. 

But as the minutes ticked by, your excitement turned into worry. Eddie was never late, he was always the punctual one. Maybe he got caught up in traffic, you thought. But as the time passed, the sinking feeling in your stomach grew. 

You kept asking your mom if the phone had rang. But it didn’t. 

Your mind raced with all sorts of scenarios, trying to make sense of why he hadn't shown up yet.

As the clock struck 7, the time you were supposed to leave for prom, you couldn't ignore the fact that Eddie was a no-show. Panic started to set in as you imagined the worst. Did something happen to him? Was he hurt? Did he change his mind about going to prom with you? The questions swirled in your mind, but you pushed them aside, not wanting to believe any of them.

“ He will be here, he promised” you kept telling your mom who gazed at you with longing and sadness. She knew how much you were looking forward to this night. It was special, to you anyways. 

As the night went on, you couldn't help but feel heartbroken and betrayed. You had trusted Eddie, and he had let you down. All your dreams and hopes for a perfect prom night were shattered, and you couldn't understand why. The hours dragged on as you sat alone in your room, the sound of the music and laughter from prom night taunting you.

The next day, you were furious with Eddie. You saw him sitting laughing with his friends at the lunch table, the spot next to him being empty. Your spot. You stomped your way up to him with your hands on your hips and foot tapping on the ground. 

“ Oh hi Y/N!” Dustin greets you with a cheery look on your face but your eyes are glaring hard at Eddie. He felt your presence and turned his head to see you standing there. 

“ Oh Y/N! I-” you cut him off. 

You started off calmly, “ I was really disappointed that you didn't show up to take me to prom last night. What happened?” 

His face dropped once he realized what this is about, cleared his throat as he answered, “ I completely forgot about it. I got caught up with some other things.” 

“But you promised me weeks ago that you would take me. Prom is a big deal, and it meant a lot to me to have you as my date.”

“ I know, I'm sorry. I just had a lot going on and it slipped my mind. I didn't mean to let you down.” 

“ It's not just about letting me down, Eddie. It's about the fact that you didn't even bother to reach out and let me know you couldn't make it. I was waiting for you all dressed up and excited, and you didn't even bother to call.”

“I understand, and I feel terrible about it now. But at the time, I was so caught up in everything else that it didn't even occur to me.” 

“ That's not a good excuse, Eddie. You knew how important this night was to me. It wall for nothing.” 

“ Sweetheart..” he clasped his hands together. “ I know, and I'll make it up to you.” He adds. 

“No, It's about the memories and the experience of going to prom with someone special. And now I'll never get to have that. I was hoping we’d create those memories…” 

Eddie’s heart sank as he felt disappointed and guilty. His other plans were distracting and he had forgotten all about taking you to prom. 

“I understand, and I'm truly sorry. I wish I could go back and change things. I know I messed up and I'll do whatever it takes to make it right.” 

“ I appreciate that, but it's not just about making it right now. It's about the fact that you didn't prioritize me or our plans. I can't help but feel like I wasn't important enough to you.” 

Eddie now felt even more guilty as he looked down in his lap feeling like he really messed up. 

“That's not true, you are important to me. I just made a mistake and I'm really sorry for it.” He looked up with his brown eyes becoming glossy, holding back tears. 

He was so pretty but you couldn’t just let this slide. 

“I'll try to forgive you, but it's going to take some time. I hope you understand that I'm hurt and disappointed.” 

“Sweetheart, I completely understand and I'll do whatever it takes to make it up to you. I promise to never let you down like this again.” 

He tried to reach out to take your hand in his, but you stepped back. 

“I appreciate your apology and I hope you've learned from this. But for now, I need some time to process everything and figure out if I can truly forgive you.” 

You couldn’t understand what other plans he had that were so important that he had forgotten about taking you to prom. It wasn’t until you were in math class when you found out what those exact plans were. 

‘So, how was your date with Eddie last night?' Chrissy’s friend asked, causing your eyes  to immediately widen and head perk up and lean in a little closer.

Chrissy let out a dreamy sigh before responding, 'It was absolutely amazing. He took me out to Benny's and we had the most delicious food. And the best part? He remembered my favorite and ordered it for me’.

Your jaw clenched and hands balled into a fist. So where was he? 

'That's so sweet of him,' Chrissy’s friend replied. 'What else did you guys do?'

Your nose twitched in anger. How could he do that to you? 

'Well, after dinner we went for a walk in the park and talked for hours. I couldn't believe how easy it was to talk to him. We have so much in common and he just makes me laugh,' Chrissy gushed.

'Did he try to make a move on you?' Chrissy’s friend asked, making you lean in even closer to hear Chrissy's response. Yeah right, like Eddie had the guts to do anything with her. He was too shy to show any affection let alone touch a girl. 

Chrissy let out a giggle before saying, 'Well, he did try to hold my hand when we were walking, but I think he was a little nervous. But it was cute, I could tell he really liked me.

'Well, I'm happy for you, Chrissy. You deserve someone who treats you like a princess,' the friend said, before excusing herself to use the bathroom. 

By now, your pencil was broken down and you were in need to sharpen it. There was black hard dot on your paper too and you stopped writing notes for class that your eyes were locked on the back of Chrissy’s head. She had felt someone staring at her and turned to see it was you. 

“ Do you need any help?” She asks you, sweetly. 

Mustering a smile with a shake of your head, you gazed down muttering the words " lucky bitch” under your breath. You were jealous and hurt that Eddie chose her. What did she have that you didn’t?

Tears began to form in your eyes and you raised your hand to be excused. Your teacher saw that you were holding back tears and waved you off. You hurried to your locker to grab your books and head home. 

As you walk outside you can't help but notice Billy Hargrove leaning against his car in the parking lot. You've never really spoken to him before, but you've heard all the rumors about him being the resident bad boy of Hawkins High. You try to avoid eye contact and make a beeline for your own car, but as you fumble with your keys, you can feel his gaze on you.

'Hey, you okay?' His voice startles you and you turn to see him walking towards you. You can't believe he's actually talking to you, and you can feel your cheeks flush with embarrassment.

You try to play it cool and shrug, 'Yeah, I'm fine. Just a rough day.'

He nods, understanding, and leans against the car next to yours. Need a ride home? I see you're having some trouble with your keys there.' He smirks, and you can't help but let out a small laugh.

'Um, yeah, that would be great. Thank you.' You mumble, still in disbelief that Billy Hargrove is offering to drive you home.

As you climb into the passenger seat of his car, you can't help but feel a bit nervous. But as he starts the engine and drives out of the parking lot, you start to relax. Surprisingly, Billy is a good driver, and he even turns on some music to break the silence. As you drive through the familiar streets of Hawkins, you start to open up to Billy about your rough day.

“ Stupid men… stupid prom.. Stupid me..” you mumbled underneath your breath but Billy had caught it. 

“ That loser doesn’t deserve you, and prom is overrated. You don’t need all that. You’re better than that” He tries to tell you to make you feel better, he’s not good with words but he is trying. 

He has seen you plenty of times hanging around Eddie and his friends to know what you're like and he knows you're into Eddie too since it’s so obvious. 

Before you know it, you're pulling up to your house. You thank Billy for the ride and start to get out of the car, but he stops you. 'Hey, if you ever need to talk or just need a ride, I'm around.' He gives you a small smile and you can't help but smile back.

You had never in your life time seen Billy Hargrove smile, maybe this was a new thing. Maybe you were meant to meet Billy and have him drive you home. For a moment you forgot that your car was still in the parking lot at school. 

But you were sure someone would bring it back. You were in no mood to think about it. 

But Eddie felt hurt when he found out that Billy Hargrove drove you home and found your car in the parking lot. He waited for you after school but you never showed up. He thought you might be home sick or something. But then, he heard from Lucas who heard from Dustin who heard from Robin that she saw you get into Billy Hargrove’s car. 

Since when were you friends with Billy? 

How could he have the audacity to approach you like that? It was like rubbing salt in the wound.

Eddie had always been jealous of Billy. He was everything that he wasn't - confident, rebellious, and popular. And now, it seemed like he was trying to steal the one thing that Eddie held dear - his friendship with you.

 Eddie could feel his anger rising, his body tensing up as he clenched his fists.

He had always been there for you, through thick and thin. He had protected you from bullies, nursed you back to health when you were sick, and listened to your problems without judgment. And yet, it seemed like all of that meant nothing to you when suddenly Billy Hargrove happened. 

Eddie knew he shouldn't be this upset. After all, you were free to talk to whoever you wanted. But he couldn't help the feeling of possessiveness that washed over him whenever Billy was involved. He didn't want to share you with anyone else, especially not with someone like Billy.

Wait, Eddie had to backtrack. He felt possessive? But the two of you were friends that flirted. But it was like a light bulb appeared on top of his head as Eddie understood what this was. Why did he feel the way he felt..

It wasn't just about jealousy either. Eddie was genuinely concerned for you. He knew Billy's reputation and the trouble he could bring. He didn't want you to get caught up in his dangerous lifestyle.

It was later he showed up at your door with your car parked near your house. He drove it there. He thought he was being thoughtful and nice about it. He raised his fist to the door and knocked on it, three times to be exact. It was his way of telling you that it’s him. 

You threw the door open, an unhappy look on your face and had your arms across your chest with an eyebrow raised waiting for him to talk. 

He frowned seeing the expression on your face and shifted from one foot to the other as he tried to find the words he wanted to say to you. But he came up with nothing. Your eyes fall to your car behind his shoulder.

“ Thanks for dropping off my car” you break the silence between you two. He nods as his head raises a bit and eyes lock with yours. He didn’t like this silence that has fallen between the two of you. It was uncomfortable and he didn’t like it. 

“ You left with Billy Hargrove…” he started to say. Mentally he slapped himself for starting the conversation with that instead of asking how you were or if you were sick. 

“ Yeah, and what of it?” you shrugged. 

“ You know he’s not a good person” 

“ Neither are you, Munson” he winced when you used his last name in a sentence. You only used his last name when you were really pissed at him. It seems like you were. 

“ What did I do?” He asks. 

You scoffed, “ You lied to me, Eddie Munson. You were doing things on prom night when you were on a date with Chrissy Cunnigham. Does that ring a bell?” 

His eyes go wide and swallows the lump in his throat. How did you find out?

“ I bet you're wondering how I know. Your little girlfriend talks a lot” 

“ She’s not my girlfriend-” 

“ And I don’t care, are we done here?” you asked, ready to close the door on him. His lips go into a deep frown and his heart sinks to his stomach. 

“ I’ve told you I’m sorry about not taking you to prom…I am going to make it up to you.. I told you…” 

“ No you lied to me, you hurt me and you broke your promise Eddie.. I can’t forgive you.. Not now” He hung his head as he heavily sighed. 

“ I’ll go” he mumbles and turns around to walk. You threw him an umbrella that you had from your bag by the door. Even though he hurt you, you still cared about him and worried about him. He caught it in his hands when you called out to him. 

He had hoped you had something else to say to him and when he saw you gave him your umbrella, he had hope in his eyes. 

“ It’s not your concern who I hang out with, Eddie or whom I talk to. We’re not dating… good luck with Chrissy.” 

It was the last thing you told him before you closed the door for the night on him. 

It wasn’t until a couple of weeks later when you found out where your friendship stood with him. It was nothing. After that night, he didn’t glance at you. He rarely spoke to you. He didn’t even hang out with you anymore or offer you to smoke with him. 

Your friendship with him was sinking. 

All you saw was he was with her. But you were with him. He made you feel better. He made the pain feel easier. He made it all better with one smile, one laugh and one gesture. 

“ I don’t know what you see in him” you heard for the very first time his voice as he spoke to you. You looked around to see if he was talking to anyone else. But it was you. 

“ So we're on speaking terms again, are we?” you asked, closing your book. Eddie rolled his eyes as he sat next to you on the benches. 

“ You’ve seen him go to your own little world thinking he’s all rainbows in whatever you two have “ Eddie continued. 

“ I don’t believe I’ve asked your opinion” you mumbled about standing up and walking away. You didn’t need to hear anything from him. He hasn’t been a friend to you in a while now. 

“ You’re going to hear it whether you like it or not '' He chuckled. “ You don’t get to walk like your tough shit, sweetheart..” 

“ I’m not-” He shook his head, waving a finger in your face. 

“ You don’t get to just walk with his arm around you like you owe this school. I’ve got the girl who does. You’ve only been nothing but a joke in this school…” 

Your head snaps toward him, ready to slap him in the face if he needs it. It looks like he did because you have no idea who this is. Not Eddie anymore. Not the same person. 

“ How many times did you have to suck Hargrove off to get where you are today? He takes you to parties, he lets you drive his loud ass Camaro, you reek of him. I bet you he’ll give you some disease and knock you up. Then, what? Who are you going to come crawling to? Who-” 

He didn’t get to finish his sentence because you push him in between the bleachers as he falls. 

“ Fuck you, Eddie Munson” you spatted at him. Those were the last words you said to him. 

He regrets ever speaking to you like this. It wasn’t like him. But he was jealous that Billy Hargrove took you away from him. It wasn’t until graduation when he saw how happy you were with Billy. He watched Max fist bump her brother for graduating. You captured the moment on the camera, sneakily. 

Chrissy was forgotten and he stood wearing his cap and gown, holding back tears. He always thought that he’d graduate with you and the two of you would end the year.

But it was his fault. It wasn’t his year. It wasn’t both your years it seems. But to Eddie it felt like it was your year. 

When you turned to look at him to see him in the cap and gown, you almost cried. Even the two of you had a huge fall out and didn’t talk anymore, you were proud of him. You knew Wayne was proud of him. You sent him a small nod with a smile letting him know he did it, and you were happy for him. 

He sent the nod and smile back to you, but it turned into a frown when Billy wrapped his arms around you. Jealousy flared up at him as he sighed to himself before Dustin jumped on him and tackled him to the ground. 

Now, here you were years later, a mother and you were happy. You never really questioned your happiness. You always took care of your son and made sure he was happy. As long as he was happy, you were too. 

Eddie overlooked Billy who was having his own lunch. The two sat in silence as one gazed at the other with a sandwich in his hands. Billy could feel Eddie’s eyes on him. It was starting to annoy him but he didn’t say anything feeling like if he didn’t then Eddie wouldn’t speak to him. Billy knew that Eddie had questions. 

“ Are you two still together?” He asked. Billy stopped chewing the food he had in his mouth, sighing and dropped it on the plate. He didn’t look up at Eddie to know what look that Eddie had on his face. 

“ Why does it matter to you?” Billy asks, once he swallowed his food and looked up at Eddie. 

Eddie shrugged, “ I just thought she would leave Hawkins and move somewhere else…” 

Billy chuckled, “ She couldn’t. This is home, her mom is here. Daniel was born here… I’m here” Billy added the last part to see the reaction on Eddie’s face. Eddie scrunched up his nose and looked away from Billy. Not wanting to see how he feels through his eyes. 

Billy could read Eddie. They knew each other for quite some time. 

“ She doesn’t talk about you if that’s what you want to hear. She’s over it. She’s moved on, but she doesn’t want to even think you exist… not after what you had told her.. What you put through her…” 

“ What did I put her through?” Eddie glances back at Billy. 

“ You’ve only disappointed her and hurt her” 

“ No, I didn’t mean it. I was stupid back then, and it was a different time..” 

“ She was your best friend and you screwed it up..” 

Eddie nodded. 

“... Do you think she’ll talk to me? Ever?” 

“ I don’t know, you can try but I am not going to promise you anything, Munson. You’re on your own..” 

“ But man… I thought we were friends….” 

Billy stood up from his chair as he put the trash in the trash can and ran a hand through his hair. 

“ This is something between you and her… “ 

“ You never answered my question, Hargrove” 

“ Which is it?” 

“ Are you two still together?” 

“ What if we are? Billy’s eyebrow raised. 

“ That’s not your concern about what I do” Eddie says. 

Billy puts his hands on the table and leans forward, getting into Eddie’s face almost. 

“ If you do anything to hurt her, say something to hurt her or use my son as a way to your advantage.. You’ll be sorry.. “ Billy grumbles. “ I promise you.” 

[onetimetwotimesthreetimess]

okay malec prompt

this is the most wretched shit I’ve ever written. I’m never forgiving you for this anh. There will be revenge.

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“Sweetheart!! Be careful,” Magnus yells after his daughter as she rushes towards the swing, falling on her way, and then immediately running back again.

Kids are fucking resilient.

“Don’t worry, she’ll be fine.”

Magnus turns and smiles at her, squeezing her hand gently.

It’s a nice evening. The kind of evenings when you just have to get out and have a walk.

He rarely goes on walks anymore, usually commutes through the public transport or his chauffeur.

Walks are overrated anyways.

People can die on sidewalks.

He’s not overreacting. He’s just being realistic.

“Bapak!!” The girl came running towards him and crashes onto his legs. Magnus chuckles softly as his raises his daughter in his arms.

“Hi, peanut,” he kisses her cheek. “Did you have fun?”

“Did!!” The girl yells.

“Come on, time to go home.”

He turns around with his family, making their way over to their car when he hears someone yell his name.

Magnus turns on his heels, raising his brows to see who it is when he notices Simon.

“Simon?”

“Magnus!!” Simon comes running towards him.

“Give me a moment,” he says to the woman next to him and passes his daughter to her.

Simon envelopes Magnus in a crushing hug, and suddenly he feels sixteen again. Laughing and rolling on the soccer field with his friends around him. A time when nothing but love surrounded him.

A time when Magnus was loved like nothing else mattered in the world.

“Sherman, I cannot believe it’s you. It’s been what—“

“11 years. It’s been eleven years,” Simon says. “11 years and 3 months.”

He blinks at the somber tone.

Eleven fucking years.

Eleven fucking years and a life barely lived.

“Bapak?” The small child peaks from the woman’s shoulder and speaks. Her voice a small whisper.

“Bapak?” Simon raises his head. “You’re a dad?”

A wide smile appears on his face, it always does when he thinks of his daughter, the light of his life, the reason why he wakes up every morning.

Magnus takes the child back in his arms and kisses her cheeks, making her giggle in that soft voice of hers.

“Hi, Simon. This is my daughter,” he says proudly, before turning his gaze to the girl and smiling at her. “Baby, this is my very old friend Simon.”

The pigtailed girl gives Simon a beaming smile, waving her hand. “Hi, Simon.”

Simon smiles back, it’s impossible not to, Magnus’s daughter is the cutest thing in the world.

“What’s your name?”

Magnus stills at the words, body freezing as he realises the disaster that’s about to happen. But before he can stop or do anything about it, the girl speaks.

“Alex,” she says proudly, spelling out her name. “A-L-E-X.”

Magnus winces as he sees Simon’s eyes go wide. And also because Magnus knows Simon, the man does not shut up under the worst of circumstances, which he proves in the next few second.

“Alex as in Alexander??” Simon asks baffled, and well, Magnus can’t really blame him.

“Who’s Alexander?” Abigail, his wife standing next to him questions.

He closes his eyes in pain, at the reminder of the name. Of the person who meant—no, means everything to Magnus.

Magnus turns towards her and gives her a tight lipped smile.

“Uh—just a friend. I liked the name.”

Simon scrunches his face, realising the blunder and he opens his mouth to cover up, “I—I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—“

Magnus raises a hand before Simon can fuck this up even more, not that it really is Simon’s fault. “It’s okay Simon. No issues.” He turns towards Abigail and murmurs, “We should leave. It’s Alex’s nap time and she’ll get cranky.”

“Babe, if you want to catch up with your friend, you can. I’ll take her home.”

“Yes, Magnus. We should—” Simon says at the same time that Magnus murmurs, “No, no. We’ll catch up later.”

He hugs Simon and mutters a small apology, promising to call him.

“Bye, bye, Si-Si,” Alex grins.

“Bye Alex,” Simon waves and leaves.

Things are awkward between Magnus and Abigail after that and he laughs inwardly because she doesn’t even know the full truth yet. It’ll be a disaster of mass proposition if or when she finds out.

Abigail can never find out.

He can’t imagine how much it’s going to hurt her and Magnus doesn’t want that. He loves her. He loves her so much and he doesn’t want to see her in pain of finding out his secret.

But eleven years is a long time to keep something like this inside of him, hidden from the world and one day it’s finally out.

Magnus is on a call with Simon, apologising for being aloof the other day and explaining everything.

“Did you really name your kid after your ex?” Simon says surpised.

“Alexander wasn’t an ex,” he snaps.

Alec isn’t an ex. He’s so much more. He’s everything.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—“

Magnus sighs, running his palm over his face. “I’m sorry, Simon. It’s me. I’m being an ass. To you. To my wife. To everyone.”

“Our daughter is named after your ex?” A chilling voice echoes through the room and Magnus can feel the room temperature drop suddenly.

He closes his eyes.

Magnus turns and finds Abigail standing there, her eyes wide. Her beautiful hair falls on her face but she wipes it from her face.

“I—“

The fight that ensues is the worst fight of Magnus’s life.

“How fucking dare you?” Abigail yells, tears streaming through her face.

“Abigail, sweetheart, please listen to me.”

“How could you?”

“It doesn’t mean anything-“ he tries but the lie is as fake as the life he’s been living for the last eleven years.

Devoid of anything.

“He’s the reason, isn’t he?”

“The reason for what?”

“Of everything. Of whatever this stupid marriage is,” she yells.

Magnus goes towards her, touches her shoulder.

“I love you.”

Tears escape her eyes, “But you’re not in love with me.”

“I married you! We have a kid. I just named her after Alexander and I know it’s weird but it’s not that big of a deal,” he tries to explain even though it’s the shittiest excuse.

“How the fuck can you think this is normal. You named our child after some stupid ex—“

And that’s it. That does it for him.

Abigail is mad, understandably so but no one gets to call Alec a stupid ex and Magnus is about to destroy his marriage and his entire life for one little thing that Abigail said in a fit of anger.

“He’s not a stupid ex. He’s the love of my life,” he yells back, his eyes growing wide the second he realises but it’s too late to take back the words.

“I didn’t—“

“Then what am I, Magnus?”

“Abi—“

“Are you cheating on me? Are you seeing him? Where the fuck is—“

“HE’S DEAD!!” Magnus screams. “He’s fucking dead, okay?”

“What?”

“He died eleven years ago in an accident while I was driving the fuxking car, okay? I killed him. I killed my Alec, I—

He falls on the ground, crying for the love he lost, the one that means everything to him and the love that he’s going to lose now.

[gorogues]

Fictober 2023

Prompt number #10 Fanfiction Fandom: Flash Rogues Rating: T – Teen and up Warnings: Disassociation, mention of death.

Day Ten: “It’s alright, I’m here now.”

Mark had received a strange text from Len five minutes earlier, but he prided himself on looking cool and dispassionate and thus took his time sauntering downstairs to find the others.  Their petty little problems could wait.

He found the Rogues clustered in their main hang-out den, clearly interested in something.  He yawned: he had to look like he didn’t care about anything, after all.

“It’s all right, I’m here now,” he announced grandly.  “What’s the big emergency?”

Everyone turned to look at him, and Len cleared his throat uncomfortably.

“We found him sitting outside the front door, Mardon.  We don’t know where he came from.”

Mark leaned over to see what they were talking about, and saw Josh, hale and hearty after his apparent death at the hands of Inertia.  The toddler smiled broadly when he saw his father.

“Da!” Josh squealed, and Mark just went blank from shock.  Checked out with disassociation, standing rigidly in place and staring at something the others couldn’t see.

“Are ye ill?” Evan asked, noticing his friend’s unexpected reaction, and shook him gently.  “Mardon, do ye hear me?”

That startled Mark back to his present circumstances, and he sagged against Evan’s shoulder.

“Hold him up!” Len ordered, and the assembled group rushed over to support their friend’s weight.  But Mark wasn’t thinking about his own wellbeing at that moment.

“I’m fine,” he assured the others, and ran to his son, scooping him into his arms.  “Josh,” he cooed gently, cuddling the toddler against his chest.  “We’re not gonna be separated again, buddy.”

“Look, he’s cryin’,” Axel whispered to Mick, though Mark ignored them.  Josh was laughing and squealing excitedly, happy to be reunited with his father, and Mark wished the baby could tell them where he’d been.  But none of that was important right now.

Len walked over to the father and son, and it’d been a long time since any of the Rogues had seen their boss look so genuinely happy.  He put a hand on Mark’s shoulder.

“What next?” Len asked, and Mark impulsively hugged him too.

“I don’t kn…I guess we’ll need something for him to eat, somewhere for him to sleep.  Figure out who’ll watch him when we’re busy with a job…I don’t really know, I don’t have much experience with this stuff.” 

There was guilt and regret in his voice, because he hadn’t bothered himself with any of these details before and it suddenly became obvious what a negligent parent he’d been.  Did he even deserve to keep his son?

“We’ll figure something out,” Len said kindly.  “I’m glad for you, Mardon.  Glad to see the kid again.” “Thanks,” Mark said with sincere gratitude, suddenly not caring that he was very obviously crying in front of everyone.  So much for being the Rogues’ cool guy, but maybe that role was overrated.  Maybe it didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things.  “I can’t believe I’m getting a second chance.”

[lindsaywesker]

Good morning!  I hope you slept well and feel rested?  Currently sitting at my desk, in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day.  Welcome to the weekend!

Wow!  Here we are again: Friday!  Where did that week go?  No, seriously, where did that week go?

Can’t believe how tired we are!  The Trouble and I are sleeping eight and nine hours!  Being an adult is massively overrated.  Responsibilities you never even thought existed!  Long work hours, paying bills, putting out fires, unexpected expenses.  Growing up sucks!  Even at my age, I sometimes wish I could return to my bedroom at my parents’ house. 

One of my former students just announced (on LinkedIn) that he’s got his first proper job within the music industry.  He’s a talented singer-songwriter and musician but, as he knows, his music may not pay his bills for a while.  In the meantime, he’s going to put his feet under a desk and learn a lot more about the music industry, making his own music evenings and weekends.  Smart guy!

We’ll be popping into the BBE store this evening to celebrate the 60th birthday of a very cool guy.  Everyone is suddenly turning 60!  Ha ha, suckers!  That crept up on you quickly, didn’t it?  Have you seen that mug that says, “It’s weird being the same age as old people.”  I like to keep it real.  I like to face facts.  For instance, I am old.  Quite happy to admit that.  Of course, I am still undeniably sexy but, I’m afraid, I am now old.  And, trust me, VERY glad to be alive!

Hope you can join me tomorrow for ‘The A-Z Of Mi-Soul Music’.  The Letter T (Pt. 6).  I can promise you absolute gems!  No executive producer this week, just me playing with myself.

On Saturday afternoon, straight after the show, we’ll be straight up to Hertford for the Soul Day Out at Cinnabar, Fore Street, Hertford.  It’s an all-dayer that finishes at 10.00 pm, so don’t rock up at midnight and expect to find us there!    

Have a fabulous & funky Friday!  I love you all.  You’re probably thinking, “You don’t even know me!” but, if people can hate for no reason, why can’t I love?

[deadandwalking]

OKK TUMBLR i have 5 IQ and lots of excitement THE FNAF MOVIE RELEASES IN THE UK IN TWO FUCKING DAYS !!! AND I’M GONNA SEE IT :DDDD

this has triggered a s e v e r e brainrot, so i’m going to explain my own interpretations on the missing children (+ Charlie ofc) (because they remain my favourites, underused characters) and you’re all going to pretend you’re listening.

Starting off with Gabriel, i feel like for the soul of Freddy he was severely overlooked as a character. i believe he was one of the last to die, as Freddy tends to take longer to move about in the first game and typically sticks to the back of the building or follows Bonnie’s path. i think Gabriel, Jeremy and Fritz may have died together or at least knew eachother before death, although there’s limited evidence, it’s still nice to imagine they didn’t go alone. i think of him being around 8-10 age wise. Design wise, there’s really nothing besides his Fourth Closet appearance, like i said, overlooked.

Jeremy is a simple enough kid, probably was shy because Bonnie tends to be a bit behind on the hall camera and he’s always hiding in the storage closet. again, Freddy’s always following him + Freddy, Bonnie and Foxy all used the one hallway, so they’re probably familiar at the very least (he also ended up sharing pirate’s cove in UCN so he at least knew Foxy.) i don’t believe he was the same Jeremy who was bit, i believe that Jeremy Fitzgerald was an undercover cop investigating Charlie’s murder. (also, toy chica did the bite. the UCN voicelines were a dead giveaway, you mangle believers are outdated) (also some people apparently believe it was toy bonnie? how would that even work, that’s dumb, toy bonnie believers dni) he’s about 7-8 to me and again, nothing much appearance wise apart from Fourth Closet, so that’s who he is to me.

now Susie, my beloved Susie, she was the first to die, obviously. as much as i loved coming home, i like to stick to game lore for her. so she has her dog, not oliver and gretchen. i think her and Cassy are really close friends, for reasons mentioned in a previous post. i like to think that Susie doesn’t really get on with the boys, she tried to play with them at first but they wouldn’t play with her because she’s a fucking weirdo /aff so now she thinks they’re mean, which is why she sticks to her side of the building and leaves the boys to theirs. she’s also in the kitchen so much because that’s where Cassidy stays. cupcake is not possessed, but Susie treats it like a pet to help cope with her mourning of her dog. she’s 9, kept from the books, and i use the fruity maze appearance for her.

Fritz is a character i actually never really took to. Foxy was always overrated to me, there are so many better people. y’all are sleeping on so many great characters. although, i don’t really think of him as the loud, bossy, aggressive kid the fandom made him. i think of him as more shy, hence always hiding in pirates cove. bad tempered sure, but he’s no special case. he can’t do any more damage than Gabriel, Jeremy or Susie. he’s about 7-9 and his appearance is more like the stereotypical one though, didn’t like the fourth closet one, he doesn’t look right if he isn’t ginger.

Cassidy, my most beloved, she’s the VIP here. the main character, our star, she’s the moment. i love her so much and i feel attacked that she was so ignored. she was the second to die i imagine, she died in the ballpit, and simply did not vibe with that. she’s angy girl but we love her for that. Charlie and Susie work to keep her in line though. Cassidy, unlike the others, knows the difference between the nightguards and William, hence why Golden can’t actually kill you in fnaf 1 and 2. she knows better. she just doesn’t like any adult ever (apart from Henry/OMC, that’s her new dad and fishing partner) speaking of OMC, UCN was all her doing. she’s a creative kid, what can i say. all the animatronics were being controlled by her. the voicelines were imitations, OMC, Puppet, and the whithers being the only exception. she’s sort of like a mother to the missing kids, she’s bossy and a lot stricter with the boys than with Susie. despite being the mother, she’s only 4, being the youngest missing kid and the second youngest kid overall. i use a few different appearances for her, but the most common is the one from the security logbook

Charlie is a messy character so i’d like to start off by specifying that she is heavily game coded here, book Charlie isn’t really my thing (i also have an unexplainable hatred for John, no clue why.) so she’s 3 here, not fuckin 20 something. she was the last to die, and the one who gave everyone bodies (FNAF 2 was the first game including the missing children chronologically) she’s the second mother to everyone, despite being the youngest. she looks after everyone, and makes sure they’re not off getting crisped up by her dad nor having their fursuits chopped up by her dad’s business partner. she was the one sent Cassidy to hell to meet Henry, Cass had no intentions of following William originally. I use her midnight motorist appearance.

anyways yeah i haven’t really been into fnaf for a while now, i’m just normal about it, no big thoughts

[lightsofthe-living-gvf]

it’s so close to christmas omg i literally can’t believe it!!! to answer your question, i honestly haven’t done much in salem, i don’t really think anything i did there was overrated. as for boston… ummm, it too is pretty cool and the public garden is amazing.

a few questions today!

how tall are you?

what are some affectionate nicknames you like?

what kind of bass do you have?

what is your favorite bass that sammy has played?

☃️

I know me either!! It seems like the month of December totally flew by

I’m about 5’4 😂 on a good day

As for the nicknames, I really like honey and dear! Which are old lady nicknames but I find myself using them a lot 😂

I have a few basses but the one I play most is a a vintage Peavey T-40! It’s made out of solid wood and as heavy as a cinderblock but I learned on it so I always play it

I’ve always adored both of Sam’s Fender basses! The iconic ✨surf green✨ one and that black one

How about you?? Do you play anything? What’s your favorite instrument of Sam and Jake’s?

Have a lovely lovely day!

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Luke Wearing Makeup Masterlist

a piece of peace of mind (ao3) - sparklyjimin N/R, 1k

Summary: it feels like forever since they performed for fans, and the prospect of going on tour feels a lot like coming home to luke.

then again, he's just spend two years struggling with being isolated from others, and maybe facing a crowd again all of a sudden is going to be a little much for him to deal with.

A sweet kiss from your strawberry lips (ao3) - livefastdiehung ot4 N/R, 1k

Summary: Luke's lip gloss tastes like strawberries, he wants his boys to know it.

blue skies and blue eyes (a hell of a way to start) (ao3) - bellawritess T, 921

Summary: “Excuse me?” he says, carefully approaching Hot Eyeliner Guy. Hot Eyeliner Guy immediately whips his head up, clearly embarrassed. Ashton tries not to get whiplash from those blue eyes on him. “Sorry, I just — I’ve been watching you try to put your eyeliner on for almost ten minutes, so I thought I’d offer to help? I’m a makeup artist.”

Comment, Like, Subscribe My Heart (ao3) - thesoulsailor Michael/Luke N/R, 54k

Summary: It didn’t take more than the first three videos and Michael was hopelessly endeared. Luke was funny in an unintentional way and his words and stories were simply intriguing. The vlogs were a lot barer, broadcasted Luke’s life right into Michael’s bedroom. It felt weird, almost as if he and the blonde boy were friends, the way Michael learned Luke’s quirks and character, little things like the fact that Luke preferred soda over coffee. And Luke was not wearing make-up in some of them. or Youtube!AU in which Luke is a non-binary beauty guru, Michael is the lead singer of Ashton's cover band and Calum thinks gender roles are overrated anyways.

Eyeliner (ao3) - Nerd_Cake E, 1k

Summary: Luke wears eyeliner during the show and once their backstage after and he takes off that ridiculous wig Michael's feeling even hotter seeing the gorgeous, sweaty boy in black eyeliner.

I can't fight your battles, but I sure can hold your hand (ao3) - serendipity_euphoria7 Luke/Ashton, Michael/Calum T, 6k

Summary: It’s been years that they’ve been together, but Luke doesn’t know if he’ll ever get used to being regarded as if he’s the most precious thing in the world to Ashton, like he’s something to be protected and cherished. He still can’t believe he gets to be in love with this beautiful, wonderful man; still can’t believe he’s the one who gets to receive such endless adoration. It makes a happy blush spread across his cheeks again, and he looks away, feeling everything so strongly it almost overwhelms him. He’s tempted to let himself float into the clouds again, until he feels a large hand press into his smaller one, squeezing reassuringly, grounding him.

Luke exhales, smiling back at Ashton and meeting his eyes, finally. No words need to be said; after all these years, they understand each other better than anyone else in the world.

Influencer (ao3) - littleficlets (addictedkitten) G, 968

Summary: It's not like it's a competition, but if Luke and Ashton are both going to experiment with makeup then Luke is definitely going to win.

i think you're pretty (ao3) - dazedlight (opinionoutpost) Luke/Ashton G, 9k 

Summary: Luke starts wearing makeup. Ashton notices.

(Or basically Ashton never stops talking about how pretty Luke is.)

it's golden (like daylight) (ao3) - jbhmalum Michael/Luke T, 2k

Summary: Luke has always been fascinated by the idea of looking pretty. There’s power in pretty things, is what he's always told himself. They make heads turn and cheeks burn red and brighten eyes better than the sun in the summer ever will. Pretty things have raged wars and brought people together, by only virtue of existing, and how could Luke not be fascinated by that? * or: Michael walks in on Luke putting makeup on. 

makeup isn't just for girls - @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) OT4 T, 3k

Summary: During Quarantine, Luke takes up nail painting as a hobby. Eventually, he adds makeup too. When he's with the boys again for tour, he comes clean about his new hobbies. Unfortunately, not all of his boyfriends are supportive.

New way home (ao3) - bluenna Luke/Ashton N/R, 2k 

Summary: "Hey Luke, I was just- are you wearing make up?” 

"Ready, Princess?" (ao3) - mukeftlashton Michael/Luke, Calum/Ashton E, 8k

Summary: In which Luke is a quiet boy who likes to wear dresses, and Michael is a cheeky, tattooed Hot Topic worker who can teach him a thing or two about how to live.

skin tight jeans (ao3) - dazedlight (opinionoutpost) Luke/Ashton G, 3k 

Summary: Luke wants to dress a little nicer. It's harder than he thinks.

Something Old, Something New - @ashtcnirwin (elivigar) luke/ashton T, 3k

Summary: “So, makeup, then?”

Luke can feel a rush of blood from his stomach to his face, and he rolls his lips before giving a curt nod.

“Wanna give me something more to go on, or would you like me to just slather some products on you and hope for the best?”

“Oh,” Luke says, and it comes out accompanied by a curt, breathy laugh. “I… I don’t know. I just wanted to… you know, try something new, but…”

In which Ashton is a makeup artist and Luke likes the idea of everything pretty.

the way the eyeliner thickens (ao3) - fiveandnocents Luke/Ashton, Michael/Calum E, 7k

Summary: Ashton doesn’t understand what it is about Luke in makeup that’s driving him so crazy.

Michael has worn it before, red eyeliner here or smoky eyeshadow there and Ashton has never wanted to suddenly stare at Michael’s face like he ran out of hobbies the way that he wants to with Luke. They’ve all had to wear some for music videos at some point too, but that’s work and Luke choosing to put some on because it makes him feel good is doing something wild to Ashton’s brain.

He thinks maybe it’s a kink thing, which is equal parts terrifying and relieving, because it would explain his attraction to Luke in a way that isn’t really Ashton being attracted to Luke.

thirsty (ao3) - galacticsugar Luke/Calum E, 7k

Summary: Is he putting on a show for Calum? Rolling his head side to side, stretching his neck. Letting his thumb graze the side of his glass gently while it dangles from his ringed fingers. Gleaming eyes flicking to Calum for long, loaded moments. Biting his bottom lip between his teeth while he gives his full attention to the person he’s talking to. Except it’s not quite his full attention, because a little slice is reserved for toying with Calum.

[thebreakfastgenie]

fic asks: N, Q, S, T

N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you?

Yes but also no. I'm known to say "I don't want to write this, I want to read this." Unfortunately... I'm also a control freak, and if I'm attached enough to a fic, I want to do it myself. Both because I want it the way I envisioned it and because, as torturous as it is, I like the process. I don't want it to instantly be written.

If someone wrote some of the AUs I've come up with I'd be happy! First one that comes to mind is The Army-Navy Game but the bomb is real AU. Or anything where all the swamp rats are there at the same time (which is more historically accurate).

There are a whole bunch for The West Wing but I can't think of examples right now. I'll add them if I do!

Q: How do you feel about collaborations?

Collaborations are fantastic and super fun!!! However, collaborating on something like a fic is hard.

S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

I'm a sucker for the angst tropes. I have yet to finish a major character death fic--wait, Downpour totally counts! Anyway, I spend a lot of time thinking about and outlining major character death or near death. I love hospital tropes. Illness and injury tropes. Hurt/comfort but heavy on the hurt.

Sorry if this is vague. I'm never sure what counts as a trope. For me, it's 10% trope, 90% execution.

T: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?

I'm not a fan of pining. There are circumstances where it works, because for me it's really about execution, but it also has to be in-character for the person who is pining. I often find pining kind of embarrassing. I'm like... get ahold of yourself. And when it's poorly executed I don't find it believable.

I think a lot of tropes are overrated, but I still like them when they're done well. Fake dating is an example of that.

I've done a rant before about how There's Only One Bed isn't romantic. I also hate soulmate AUs passionately.

My opinion is not every trope fits every character/dynamic/ship/fandom and if it's not a good fit I won't enjoy it.

There are always popular fandom-specific tropes I can't stand. In The West Wing fandom, it's Donna moving in with Josh and being solely or primarily responsible for his care after Rosslyn. In the MASH fandom it's lavender marriage (for anyone). In the Star Trek fandom, it's making Sarek a villain. There are more for all of these; these are just examples.

[anxresi]

I still maintain Zoe never needed to exist... she is purely a Salt character created by Astruc who wasn’t planned from the beginning and was only introduced to replace and ultimately destroy someone far superior narratively (Chloe) that Astruc has always despised for whatever reason.

But instead of maturely responding to well-founded criticism of Zoe, like all the best idiots these days he chooses to double-down on his stupidity by blocking everyone who thinks differently and making Chloe even more shrill and unbearable whilst Zoe becomes extra-sweet and Mary Sue-ish (difficult to believe I know).

I mean, let’s see what’s happened with Zoe in her few short appearances, shall we? First Episode... EVERYONE adores her. Second Episode... Becomes the Bee Holder. This Season... is briefly given the Cat Miraculous for no apparent rationale above MUCH more worthy and experienced candidates whilst Marinette and Adrien play footsie, and is suddenly the sole LGTBQ representative in the class (Rose, Juleka, I feel for ya). 

NONE of this feels authentic, and ALL of it feels forced. You’ve basically got nearly every character praising her to high heaven EVERY scene she’s in, giving her unearned superhero powers from the moment she steps off that plane, and most cynically of all, making her gay so any legitimate criticism of her can be put down to good ol’ fashioned homophobia. 

Complete nonsense of course, and I’ve already lost a fair few followers who seem to think now she’s confirmed gay she’s untouchable. Listen: If you can’t differentiate between a character’s obvious writing flaws and their in-show sexuality, I think it’s best if you do block me. Clearly you’re not a deep thinker, and such reactionary foolishness isn’t welcome on my timeline.

(IMHO they’re currently doing something similar to The Most Overrated Teacher In The World AKA Miss Bustier, and one of these days I’m gonna read an extended trenchant article about why she deserves to become mayor next season. I look forward to having a good laugh.)

...Now see what you’ve made me do, making me go off on ANOTHER unhinged rant? That’s what this show has done to me, ever since I found out I spent YEARS of my life immersing myself in a bath full of pig sh*t. It seemed like fresh spring water at first, but since S3 has become increasingly dirty and murkier. Ick.

Now excuse me, whilst I go and clean myself off...

It’s something that Thomas thinks we’re obligated to like Zoe and think that she’s SUPERIOR to Chloe just for the mere fact that “she’s sweet”, and anyone who doesn’t “just doesn’t get it”.

But…

What has Zoe REALLY done to be entitled to our love?

Let’s just take away Chloe from this for a sec, just a sec, seriously. What really IS IT about Zoe that’s any better than Chloe, other than being sweet?

Listen, I LOVE a good sweet, caring, nice and kind character! I really do (probably even my favourite kind), but even I KNOW that there’s more to making a great character other than making them “sweet”. There’s more positive personality traits in the world than just being nice, especially when “being nice” should be the bare minimum? As bland as the miraclass is, they DO have their own personalities. It might not be complex, but they DO have one. Hell, EVEN SABRINA AND LUKA have more personality than Zoe does.

Giving a bland character EVERYTHING on a silver patter, especially if they just arrived in a series, is NOT character development nor adding character depth. And this is not me trying to put Zoe in a bad light or anything! I just legitimately want to know what’s so special about her for her to deserve automatic praise??? If he wants us to like Zoe, then we at least deserve to have something more from her than her just “being nice” and being a Chloe replacement.

Her being Marinette 2.0. is not enough.

[dreaminterlude]

i accidentally deleted my blog of 10 years i’m in a complete state of grief

[spacequokka]

Beautiful Thing | 01

Pairing: Future Got7 x Reader Genre: Angst, Soulmate AU, Poly AU Rating: T (explicit language) Summary: The boys travel to America for the next part of their SeoulMate promotion as you deal with a typical night with your dad. Word Count: 3.0k Warnings: Verbal/emotional abuse from a parent

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Trans-Atlantic flights were the worst. Just hundreds of miles of nothing but ocean. Beautiful during the day but a nightmare in the dark. Jackson could barely see the clouds underneath him. He checked his phone. Oh, great. There’s a thunderstorm watch. Usually, he didn’t mind turbulence. However, his normally boundless patience was wearing thin.

“Can I just say how stupid this is?” A voice broke the silence.

Jaebeom didn’t bother to look up from his book. “Jinyoung, you’ve already beaten that horse today. Drop it.”

“I’m just saying. It feels like I’m committing fraud.” Jinyoung slouched in his chair.

“Don’t be so negative, hyung.” BamBam patted Jinyoung’s shoulder and got shrugged off. Cranky Jinyoung wasn’t a happy Jinyoung. “Think of it this way. We’re helping the company build the soulmate database. It isn’t likely any of them will be our soulmates, but this increases their chances of finding the one.”

“Again, this is stupid. The concept of soulmates is overrated and just enables people to throw away perfectly good relationships in the name of some nonexistent person who couldn’t possibly ‘complete’ them.” Jinyoung glared up at him.

BamBam held his hands up in surrender, sitting back in his chair. “Okay, my bad.”

As Jinyoung sucked in a breath to continue his rant, Jaebeom groaned. “Great. You’ve triggered him. He’s never gonna shut up about this.”

“And why should I? Why does it make more sense for there to be some magical solution? Why can’t any person I fall in love with be my soulmate? We could grow together and be together for the rest of our lives. But this little device,” he shook his wrist at Jaebeom, “can negate years of a relationship in seconds? Bullshit.”

“First off, this is science, not magic. Besides, you’re not the kind of people they’re aiming to sell to,” Yugyeom spoke up. He didn’t bother to remove the sleeping mask. “Why would they want someone like you, all cynical and grumpy, buying their product when you don’t share one common belief? If you don’t believe in soulmates, then leave it. Let other people enjoy the fantasy of finding someone.”

“But they’re making me do this! It’s not like I can say no.” He looked around at each of them. “None of you had a problem with this. Now here we are.”

“It’s only for a few weeks. It’s nothing too different from our normal meet and greets.” Youngjae swiped through pictures of Coco on his phone, sending one to Mark, who smirked at it. “It’s an opportunity to get new fans and an excuse to spend more time with existing ones.” He shrugged a shoulder. “If I get to meet someone proven by science to be a part of me, all the better.”

“But what about their expectations?” Jinyoung countered as he turned in his seat to face Youngjae. “What if you connect with someone and they want to be in a relationship? You can’t date them. Hell, you can’t even be seen with them in public without all hell breaking loose. Just knowing you could put them in danger. Then you’d have to break it to them that you’re not available until your contract’s up. Will you give this up for a chance at ‘true love?’”

“You’re overthinking the hell out of this,” Mark shook his head. “To me, it’s no different from our normal promotions or tours. We show up, sing a few songs, touch hands, and go on to the next event. We deal with whatever comes when it’s time to. No sense of stressing out over something that may not even happen.”

While everyone else nodded in agreement and went back to their various activities, Jinyoung slouched in his seat again.

“Just let it go,” Jaebeom shook his head with a faint smile. “Get some sleep. We have another three hours before we land in America.”

“I’m just saying,” he groused. “It’s gonna be a hassle.”

“You never know. Maybe your soulmate’s real chill and is fine with letting things be.”

“And if you’re wrong? What if they want something I can’t give?”

“What if you’re wrong? What if you find something you want but can’t have?” Jaebeom raised his eyebrow in challenge. “Is this what it’s about?”

Jinyoung looked away, instead choosing to stare out the plane window. “Shut up.”

Jaebeom chuckled and went back to his laptop. “That’s what I thought.”

The cabin went silent again, and Jackson returned his attention to his window. Though he couldn’t see the water below him because of the clouds and the moon was absent, he could see the stars above. Millions of twinkling lights smeared across the inky darkness. Out of those millions of stars, a single one caught his attention. If asked, he couldn’t explain why. It just did. Maybe it was the shade, something closer to lavender. It certainly wasn’t the biggest and wasn’t attached to any constellations. Yet, a warmth bloomed in his chest. How weird was it to feel attached to something so far away, so foreign to him. Still, it was his star now.

If only he’d see it again.

You don’t ask for much. Just peace, food, and a bed to sleep in. To your dad, you might as well ask for a million bucks and a Tesla. It didn’t take much to set him off, and constantly walking on eggshells around him was exhausting.

But you did it anyway. For your mom and younger brother.

You parked your car in the driveway, taking care not to be too close to the faint line that divided it in half. You wouldn’t hear the end of it if you were even a millimeter over it. Dad wanted all the room he could get to half-ass park his stupid Blazer.

You dumped your trash leftover from your breakfast into the dumpster, ignoring how your feet screamed with each step to the curb and back. The evening rush hit harder than usual and left you stuck in the drive-thru window with a flimsy windbreaker that could barely handle air-conditioning, much less a chilly fall night. If you got sick, it’d be because of that. Here’s hoping your immune system was stronger than you believed.

Since the garage door was down, you had to go through the backyard to get to the patio door and get in the house through the kitchen. You preferred the garage because your bedroom door was right next to the entrance to the garage. You thought about texting your brother, Aubrey, and asking him to let you in, but it was late and you didn’t want to bother him.

As you closed the fence gate behind you, you spotted your parents in the kitchen. Mama was frowning with her hands on her hips. Whatever the topic was, it wasn’t good.

You tapped the patio glass before sliding it open. “Hello.” You greeted them both, sliding the door shut and locking it.

Your dad rounded on you. Judging by the look in his eye and the amount of air he sucked in before speaking, it was going to be one of those nights. “Why the hell are you coming in so late?”

Late? You glanced at the clock and realized you’d forgotten to tell them. “We got swamped, and I had to stay to help get the orders out.”

“And you couldn’t be bothered to send a text message?”

You glanced at Mama. She was rolling up her sleeves, glaring at him. “I didn’t have time to even take a lunch. And we’ve talked about this before. I can’t use my phone on the clock.”

“Don’t get smart with me,” he took a step toward you, but Mama jumped in between you two.

“Back off. I’ve told you she can’t stop what she’s doing when she’s up there to do whatever you want.”

“Jo, move outta the way. It wouldn’t have taken her a second to ask her boss to let her call or text us.” He turned to her and for a second, you were glad. You were fucking exhausted and really didn’t want to spend another minute on your feet. “Y’all act like I’m asking her to come home and ask for permission to stay out an extra hour!”

You hated when he included everyone in exaggerated general statements. Since they were focused on each other again, you figured it was okay to go to your room. You took maybe five steps before he called your name.

“_____! Don’t you walk away when I’m talking to you,” he pointed at you. Times like this kept you on edge, unable to take a breather. He looked like he wanted to put his hands on you. He usually didn’t, but you never knew when he felt froggy.

You stopped and waited for him to continue. “Yes?”

“It isn’t that hard for you to let us know when you’re coming home late from work. Your mama cooked dinner tonight, and we were supposed to sit down as a family and eat. Now everything’s cold. You ruined dinner being an inconsiderate little shit.”

You couldn’t keep the shock off your face. “Since when do we sit down and eat together?” You blinked a few times, then said, “We usually eat in our rooms.”

His eyes doubled in size and he crossed the living room in three quick strides to get in your face. “Who the fuck you think you talking to like that?”

Ugh. He wanted to fight. For whatever reason, he had been itching to fight with someone. Odd, given how willing Mama was to be a contender. You figured he realized she wasn’t going to be an easy target. You must have looked at tired as you felt because you now had the honor of being his verbal punching bag.

“I didn’t mean—”

He bumped into you with his chest, pushing you back a step. “Don’t forget you live under my roof. This is my house, _____.” He pointed at the front door. “If you can’t follow basic ass directions like stay in fucking contact, you can get the fuck out!”

If this were any other family and he were any other person, you’d say he’s fucking nuts. All this over coming home an hour late because of work? But this was your life. He was your dad and this, sadly enough, was tame compared to some of the arguments you dealt with when you were in high school. He used to accuse you of sleeping around and being a slut enough that, for a brief period of time, you did sleep around just to feel like you deserved his hatred and anger.

Right now, you just wanted to get out of your uniform, eat something, and crash. You had class in the morning and another late shift to cover for a friend. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

You hoped like hell he’d accept it and leave you alone. “Damn right you are. Sorriest little shit I’ve ever seen in my life.” He looked you up and down with disgust, as if you’d crawled right out of a pigpen. “Hurry up so we can sit down and eat.”

You turned and high-tailed it to your room, glimpsing the clock on the wall as you passed by. It was after ten o’clock. Had he stopped them from eating until you got home? No wonder Mama looked pissed. You shut the door behind you and quickly kicked off your shoes, flopping down on the bed. If even for a second, you were happy to be home and off your feet. You’d have to look into buying better shoes once you had enough money saved up. Between paying for gas and contributing to the bills, you weren’t left with much to play with.

You sat back up and headed towards the kitchen. It’d be better to wait until after you ate to shower so you could get straight in bed. Mama had set the table. You felt bad. You wished you’d remembered to let her know, at least. The food looked amazing and likely tasted just as good as it would have when it was done cooking. She was such a splendid cook that even the pickiest of eaters would be satisfied.

“I’m telling you, Jo. The boy’s got potential.” Dad came around the corner with Mama and Aubrey trailing behind him with pitiful looks on their faces.

“And I’m telling you, Jermond. If he doesn’t want to get into football, he doesn’t have to.” She took a seat on the side of you. You nearly cried out with relief when Aubrey, eyelids low from sleep, pointedly sat in the chair opposite of you, all but snatching it from Dad.

It made you feel even worse. You glanced at your dad and he was staring at you, no doubt relishing in your reaction to everything. If you never thought he was sadistic before, this confirmed it. He just wanted to see someone hurt. Like he thrived on causing as much emotional damage as possible.

He was the worst.

He prompted Aubrey to lead in saying grace, then you all were allowed to eat.

“He can’t just sit around and waste away! He needs to be out there on the field. He could get an athletic scholarship. You’re always going on about how important college is — let him play ball.”

“I don’t have to ‘let’ him play anything. He’ll pursue it if he wants to.” She rolled her eyes and stuck her chin out. Aubrey silently pushed a plate of fish towards you, and you put a couple of pieces on your plate.

“Thank you,” you mouthed, and he nodded. Even though he was taller and acted more mature than you did, he was your baby brother. His desire to protect you and your mom never went unnoticed. He pushed the plate toward Mama and Dad. The plate caught on the wooden edge of the table, getting their attention.

“Speaking of college,” Dad turned to you. “Grades? You have to have something by now, right?”

You shrugged, “Yeah, but it isn’t good. I’m still having trouble understanding the formulas. My professor—”

“What do you mean, it isn’t good?” He held out his hand. “Lemme see them.”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes. You really didn’t want to go through this, right now, with him. Still, you pulled your phone from your pocket and pulled up your grades. The overall 62 glared back at you and you dropped your phone into his hand.

His fat thumb swiped across the screen as his frown deepened. “What the hell is this? How are you failing?”

“I was trying to explain that. I need tutoring for math. My professor says I can bring my grade up with tutoring to improve my test scores.”

“All that money and you’re wasting it. I bet it’s that girl’s fault—what’s her name?” He looked at Mama, but she ignored him. “Kristen?”

You bit back a curse. “Kristen doesn’t even work with me or go to school with me. How is this her fault?”

“Because all she wants to do is party. Every time I look up she’s in your face talking about a party or a movie or something. You don’t have time for that shit.”

You bit the inside of my cheek to keep from saying something you’d regret. Kristen was one of the few people keeping you sane. If you didn’t have her… you couldn’t complete the thought. “I’ll pull my grades up. I just need a little help understanding the work.”

“You better. College is expensive.” He picked up his fork and began shoving food into his mouth. “You can’t do much else, so at least make it worthwhile.”

Mama put her fork down. “Will you let the girl eat in peace? My God. I didn’t cook dinner just for you to sit and complain the whole meal.”

“Jo, when are you gonna stop babying her?”

“She’s the oldest! What the hell—”

“Whenever she does something, you’re quick to jump to her defense.”

“Because you’re always on the girl’s back! You don’t bother Aubrey nearly as much as you complain about her. And you nitpick on some of the dumbest shit. Like the other week, she cleaned the kitchen, and you went in behind her and made dirty dishes. Then wake her up because there are dirty dishes in the sink.”

“We have chores for a reason. I’m not supposed to let her know her chores aren’t done?”

“Not at two in the fucking morning!”

Aubrey shot you a knowing look. This was getting ugly, and it was time to vacate the war zone. You both shoved the rest of your food into your mouths and made a beeline for the sink. Luckily, it was Mama’s turn to load the dishwasher, so you both were free to go back to your rooms. Their voices got louder as you got closer to your room.

You fell onto your bed and buried your face into the pillow. You knew you shouldn’t blame yourself for any of it, but you couldn’t help but feel responsible. If your grades were better. If you had called. If…

“Hey,” your brother whispered.

You looked up and found Aubrey peeking around the corner into your room. You’d forgotten to close the door behind you. “Hey.”

“I know what you’re thinking. Don’t. Don’t beat yourself up. He’s crazy. Mama takes up for you because she loves you. We both do.”

You smiled, blinking back tears. He knew you better than you knew yourself. “Thanks. I love you, too.”

“Yeah, yeah. Get some rest.” And he was gone.

You shut the door and set out clothes for your shower. By the time you were ready for bed, you could barely keep your eyes open. Your parents were still going at it, but the topic had changed to attacks on each other. You wanted to intervene, ask them to drop it and go to bed. But the words wouldn’t be taken as someone who cared.

You cut off the light and got into bed, snuggling up with the gigantic teddy bear you kept on it. Through a sliver of light in the blinds on your window, you saw a lone bright purple star. The same star you made a wish on every night before you went to bed, hoping for a better tomorrow.

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‘5-line’ fic Masterpost

Here are all the fics I’ve written in response to this challenge. Happy reading!

Main Masterpost

- M A R V E L

Tony x Peter (“I’m proud of you, kid.”)

Tony x reader (“Can I have a go in the suit?”)

Clint x reader (“No, no, don’t worry—it’s fine.”)

Zemo x reader (“I apologise. I did not mean to wake you.��)

Steve x reader (“It’s three am! Where have you been?”)

Tony x reader (“Can I hug you?”)

Steve x reader (“Say that again looking at my face.”)

Tony x Peter (“C’mere, kid.”)

Peter P x reader (“Honour is dead but I’ll see what I can do.”)

Sam x reader (“You lose. I tickle. Deal?”)

Bucky x reader (“Don’t make me chase you.”)

Bucky x reader (“I couldn’t sleep by myself.”)

Bucky x reader (“Wait, what are you going to do with that?”)  

Bucky x reader (“I may have accidentally adopted a dog. Don’t be mad?”)

- T H E  W I T C H E R

Geralt x Lambert x OC (Geralt was beginning to think he should never have introduced Akela to the other witchers.)

Geralt x Lambert x reader (“Poke me again and see what happens.”)

Geralt x Jaskier x OC (“For someone who’s totally selling the monster-killing, impassive mystique, you’re surprisingly kid-friendly.”)

Geralt x Jaskier x reader (“For the first time in my life, I genuinely want to thow my lute in the ocean.”)

Geralt x reader (Waking up face down in the dirt didn’t surprise him. The fact that said dirt was in a rose garden, did.)

Geralt x reader (“I’m bleeding!”)

Jaskier x reader (“I’ll always be there for you.”)

Geralt x reader (“Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that.”)

Geralt x reader (“Where’s Roach?”)

Geralt x reader (”What the hell are you holding and why is it... wriggling?”)

Geralt x reader (“You have a stick in your hair.”)

Geralt x reader (“You know I love you.”)

- C H I C A G O  F I R E

Kelly x reader (“I didn’t mean to make you cry!”)

Kelly x reader (“Did you just throw that at my head?”)

Sylvie x Stella x Gabby x reader (“You are being stupid and reckless.”)

Kelly x reader (“What is this?”)

Otis x Cruz x Hermann x Boden x OC (“Am I interrupting something?”)

Matt x reader (It was a child this time.)

- S T R A N G E R  T H I N G S

Hopper x reader (“I don’t like that look. What happened?”)

Eddie x reader (“Dads are overrated.”)

- D O C T O R  W H O

Twelve x reader (“Stop throwing books at me!”)

Nine x reader (“Why did you lie?”)

- S U I T S

Harvey x reader (“I can’t believe you just said that.”)

Harvey x Mike x reader (“Someone come get their kid!”)

Harvey x reader (“It’s not bragging if it’s true.”)

- T H E  U M B R E L L A  A C A D E M Y

Five x reader (“I was looking for you.”)

Diego x reader (“What does the winner get?”)

- S U P E R N A T U R A L

John x reader (“You did this to get my attention and now you fully have it. Let’s hear it.”)

Dean x Sam (“You’re okay, Sammy.”)

Dean x reader (“I love you.”)

Dean x John x reader (“Are you really reading right now?”)

- G R E Y ‘ S  A N A T O M Y

Alex x reader (“That wasn’t a very good idea, was it?”)

Derek x reader (“Am I in trouble?”)

Owen x reader (“Ouch. That must’ve hurt.”)

Derek x reader (“What did I say about sneaking into the OR gallery?”)

Mark x reader (“Not if you can’t catch me.”)

George x reader (“Stop poking me!”)

Derek x Addison x reader (“I’m not going.”)

- B R I D G E R T O N

Anthony x reader (“You told me you’d teach me how to shoot. This isn’t teaching.”)

Anthony x Benedict x Colin x Eloise x reader (“That’s as big as my balls!”)

Benedict x reader (“She says you’re ignoring her.”)

- T H E  W A L K I N G  D E A D

Daryl x reader (“What’re you doing in my room?” “You’re literally in my bed.”)

Daryl x reader (“What if I can’t do it?”)

Negan x reader (“You know, this is not what I imagined when you asked me to pose for you.”)

Daryl x reader (“I’m just disappointed.”)

- D A R E D E V I L

Matt x reader (“Do you want this soup or not?”)

Matt x reader (“He felt lucky tonight.”)

- P E A K Y  B L I N D E R S

Tommy x reader (“Talk to me, okay? I need to know what’s going on.”)

Ada x reader (“How do you deal with it? All this shit?”)

Tommy x reader (“Oh my God, do you ever stop talking?”)

Arthur x reader (“We really gonna have to do this again, little girl?”)

- W H I T E  C O L L A R 

Neal x reader (“You have got to stop doing this.”)

Neal x reader (“Yay! You came home!”)

- T R U E  B L O O D

Eric x reader (“I thought you didn’t like Christmas.”)

Eric x reader (“Can I show you something?”)

Eric x reader (“At what point did you think stealing my car would be a good idea?”)

- T W I L I G H T

Carlisle x Emmett x reader (“There’s an art to getting your way, and spitting watermelon seeds across the table isn’t it.”)

Emmett x reader (“What the hell did you… on second thought, I don’t wanna know.”)

Jasper x reader (“Just because you’re a vampire, it doesn’t mean you can automatically win.”)

Carlisle x reader (“You look nice.”)

- A Q U A M A N

Orm x reader (“Why do you care?”)

Arthur x reader (”Go away. I’m not five and I don’t have to listen to you.”)

-  T H E  M U M M Y

Rick x Ardeth x reader (“If I walk any further, my legs will fall off.”)

- O U T L A N D E R

Claire x reader (“On a scale of one to ten, how do you feel about wigs right now?”)

- V I R G I N  R I V E R

Jack x OC (“You aren’t allowed to hit me. Stop it.”)

- S H E R L O C K

Sherlock x reader (“Hey! I’m not that small! Anymore.”)

- E N O L A  H O L M E S

Sherlock x Enola x reader (“Don’t start something you can’t finish.”)

- P I R A T E S  O F  T H E  C A R I B B E A N

Jack x reader (“I’m not afraid to die.”)

- F U L L  H O U S E

Jesse x reader (“I told you not to come, Uncle Jesse.”)

- S T A R  T R E K

Jim x reader (“I swear I won’t break anything.”)

- T H E  V A M P I R E  D I A R I E S

Damon x Stefan x reader (“Humans are dispensable.”)

- X - M E N

Charles x reader (“Did you just say ‘fight me’ to a wall?”)

Erik x reader (Mutations are a bitch.)

- T R A N S F O R M E R S

Optimus x reader (“If you don’t know how to follow an order, perhaps you shouldn’t be here.”)

- T O L K I E N

Aragorn x Merry x Pippin (“Aragorn, do you think elves are ticklish?”)

- D I V E R G E N T

Four x reader (“I think I sprained my ankle.”)

- V  F O R  V E N D E T T A

V x reader (“I’m brushing your hair. It’s a mess.”)

- G A M E  O F  T H R O N E S

Jorah x reader (“Do you feel better?”)

[dadbodgintoki]

gintama fic recs (hijigin+ edition)

this post is primarily for a friend of mine, when they eventually finish the series, but i thought it might be nice to compile some recs here for those who haven’t spent as much time wandering through ao3 as i have. i was gonna have all my recs in one place originally but then the post became like. incredibly fucking long so! instead i’m gonna split them by pairing/genre-ish and have multiple posts, starting with hijigin (+ some bonus). if you see your fic on here, let me know and i’ll link it back to your tumblr if you want! (and also, thank you for writing such a wonderful fic) 

Recs under the cut!

Series: No One Looks At Series Titles So Call Them Whatever you Like, starting with When Life Gives You Lemons Make Sure To Save Them To Your Hard Drive, by Apathy and @saltedpin​. Original is rated T, but sequel ratings vary. 

He has no problem with the attention. It’s just that right now he’s receiving so damn much of it that it’s almost starting to get a little unnerving. It’s nothing he can’t deal with, of course, but the lingering stares, the whispering behind gently waving fans, and the barely audible giggling would, were he a weaker man, give him the screaming heebie-jeebies. Gintoki learns the hard way that there is a difference between good attention and bad attention. 

Kids Who Don’t Play With Trains When They’re Young Will Never Grow Up to Become Skilled City Planners by Game_Changer. Rated T. 

Two idiots engage in the longest, most utterly pointless con of the century for no particularly good reason. [General Gintama spoilers up to and including the Baragaki Arc.]

And the Gintoki-side companion piece to City Planners: If You Get a Big Enough Bookshelf, Gravestones Could Be Your Bookends.  Rated T. 

He doesn’t believe in ghosts, really. He might be the tiniest bit afraid of them though. Gintoki’s side of Kids Who Don’t Play With Trains.

Thirst Aid Kit by evils. Rated E. 

Don't be intimidated, Gin-san...try to imagine him in his underwear!...Oh no, he's hot!

RSVP Even if You Aren't Sure You'll Make It, Just In Case; It's Better to Have More Chairs Than Less by @sharkiegorath. Rated E.

Hijikata has a problem and needs Gintoki's help

swallowing is overrated, just bring a handkerchief (a handkerchief you don't like) by @sharkiegorath. Rated E.​ (thx sharkie for the fic!) 

Gintoki and Hijikata finally hook up and it's thoroughly disgusting.

Warmth by chrendon. Rated G. 

Hijikata and Kagura bond. Gintoki is useless.

Don't Assume KOF Stands for King of Fighters. The F Might Stand for Something Else. by writing_in_the_dark. Rated E.  

Gintoki and Hijikata became addicted to a smartphone game where they had GinHiji and HijiGin sex as their characters in the game. They were then told the only way to level up any farther was to have sex with each other in the real world. They didn’t really want to, but they were hopelessly addicted to the game and desperate to continue grinding their fighters. So, they fucked each other’s brains out, leveling up their fighters and finding out they liked each other a little more than they realized.

If You're Scared That No One Will Want You When You're Old And Ugly, Remember That You're Currently Young And Beautiful And No One Wants You Anyway by @cr-bat. Rated T. 

The Yorozuya's latest job involves old gods, marriage issues, a sun that decides to stop setting, and way too much collateral damage. Sometimes Toushirou wondered what the point of surviving a homicidal immortal human-turned-demigod was if he was just going to end up slaughtering every Edo citizen himself out of pure frustration.

And also, for those of us who have a lot of hijigintsu/gintsu/hijitsu feelings:

the sun also rises series by @saltedpin​ starting with The kiss I would have spent on you. Both fics rated T. 

There was no reason why the Demon Vice Commander and the Courtesan of Death should have crossed paths; and besides which, why would they have needed to, when Gintoki could so easily pass between both of their worlds, a gulf that had, at least until recently, seemed too vast to cross? Noble idiots attempt to out-noble idiot each other

shameless self promotion: if you give a mouse a cookie, you should probably ask if he's got any nut allergies beforehand by yours truly :). Very much rated E, lmao.  

God, Gintoki thinks, please bring me the comfort of death. And, he adds, tell Kagura and Shinpachi I died from food poisoning or something. Gintoki makes a request of his partners. They oblige, in the most frustrating way possible.