#Play fall out boy at my funeral got it

[james-is-nasqueer]

Driving for 3 hours in an almost broken vehicle (to get it fixed) today, if I die the only family member that can have access to my blog is my sister ok

[lady-ashfade]

Hi could you please do yandere house of dragon x Helena twin and when Luke takes Aemond eye he also accidentally cut reader neck, and when they everyone’s gathered Alicent going crazy, reader faints making everyone extremely worried. Luke felt terrible ?

More Then A Eye

Yan!Various!HOTD Characters x Fem!Reader

Made this were the reader was the only one injured because that makes it more fun, and also might make a part 2 so that will come into play if I make that. Also feel like if it was just the reader it would be more interesting.

Warnings: Blood, gore, knifes, violence, yandere actions, reader being injured, me going slight into-depth on how the reader gets cut. Pretty much the whole thing.

Reader wants the family to all get along while the chaos is going on. She is sweetheart like her sister, but she doesn’t have the sight as her sister does. So she notices most of what’s happening, the other half of her sister.

Reader stops Aemond from getting picked on when she’s near because she has the power to make the boys calm, and the rest of the family at that. So she can get mad and upset so aemond feels at ease when his sister is around. But all the boys long for her affection and love, so they all cling to her.

The funeral is a very sad time for her since she loved Laena and the thought of her cousins losing their mother. Or her uncle losing his wife.

So to the readers surprise when she see aemond and jace have a small moments it brings a warmth to her chest in this dark time. Hoping that this was the gods way to bring her family together, but her hopes soon vanished when night came.

She had heard the others walk through the hallways as she tried to fall asleep, opening her door and their whispering calls. They got her attention and claimed someone stole vhagar so she went with them.

“I think we need to wake up our parents.” But her words were shoot down as they dragged her through the halls and down through the castle.

As soon as she saw the white hair she knew it was aemond and she wished she stayed in bed. The kids started to shout, while aemond replied in a time she never heard before, not shy. But proud and filled with venom.

When the fight broke out and all the reader could do was scream and cry for them to stop, but her body froze up. As soon as aemond grabbed ahold of Luke she ran towards him and grabbed ahold of his arm.

“Please, do not hurt them anymore. We- We can all stop this madness,” she looked around at all of them with tears. “Let us all be family.” Aemond was so caught up in his own wrath he pushed the reader back so she wouldn’t get in his way.

He threw Luke to the ground after calling jace and Luke “Strongs.” Then throwing the younger boy to the ground. Jace pulled out a small knife and the reader gasp as they fought again, but the knife was thrown elsewhere.

She watched as Luke crawled to the knife with a interesting to hurt aemond so her body moved on its own. “Aemond!” Just as she shouted she was cut off with the sound of flesh being cut with his blade and gushing sounds. They watch the horror in front of their eyes go down. Blood rolling down her throat and gasped of failed attempts of air when she fell to the ground with her hands clawing at her own throat.

Luke dropped the knife and steps back in disbelief of what was happening. Aemond caught his sister and laid her down in his arms trying to stop the bleeding. “How could you! I’ll kill you! I’ll feed you to my dragon.” He started to cry as did the others.

“What’s going on here?” The guards shouted as the walked up on the children and soon realized the princess. They took her in their arms and sent for the maester and the king at once. Everyone soon garnered in the hall for what had happened.

Alicent screamed when she first saw her daughter and it was loud that everyone in the castle heard. Running to her daughter with tears in her eyes she started to move her hair out of the way as the maester worker. Viserys screamed at the guards to answer who had done it but he wasn’t expecting his own grandsons. Aemond sat at his mothers side while handing the readers hand. Healana looked at the ground with a sob. She had saw it in a nightmare once’s that felt so real, this exact moment.

The boys stayed back and far away. Luke not even daring to look at the reader knowing he caused her harm and pain. All of them wondering if she would be dead soon. Alicent was so focused she didn’t even pay attention to anything but the reader being life and to keep her that way.

When rhaenrya entered it was hell to pay. Reader had just got done with her stitches while still knocked out cold as her body tried to heal itself. “You,” Alicent screamed and pointed at the princess. “You’re filthy sons did this.” Rhaenrya had not see the reader yet as she looked at her sons. When her eyes looked onto the readers body her eyes went wide and looked back at her sons not believing a word.

“They did this?” She asked around the room as the boys tensioned up. “It’s true, jace brought the knife to the fight and his brother, Luke, did the deed.” Cole spiked with a snare. Luke tugged at his mother’s sleeves, “But I did not mean too. Aemond was going to kill jace! The reader got in the way.” All the children started to scream their own defense as everyone watched.

The king was mad but not at the children but at the guards for not doing their jobs. Saying this would have been avoided if they were watched closely. “She would not want us to fight and surely you all know it.” He turned to look at young Luke in the eyes. “I know you did not mean it boy, things can be forgiven.” Alicent looked at rhaenrya as she smiled softly and pull her sons behind herself and listened to Viserys plead of forgiveness and family.

“He deserves no forgiveness,” Alicent stood up and let go of your hand. “The knife was brought to the fight and one of our children could have been killed- Y/n almost died, or might not make it.” She inched closer with a glare and her hands made up into a fist. “Our little girls life being stolen can be..Forgiven?”

“It is what’s right! I love her with my heart but it has been decided, no more blood needs to be shed. Do not let your hatred blind you Alicent.” She stared at him as he spoke so calmly and started to walk away. Her eyes went to the dagger on his hip and her mind filled with red to see her daughter avenged. Moving quickly she took the blade from his side and held it up going for Luke.

“If you will not see to justice then I shall.” Rhaenrya pushes her sons back and caught Alicent before she got closer. They held each other, pushing and pulling to get what they wanted. “Another insult to my family and you get away with it? Just under falling under that pretty foot. It is not far, where is duty? Where is sacrifice?” Rhaenrya looked at the blade as it reflected off the fire light.

She was about to say something but a loud metal sound caught them off guard. They both looked back as the reader laid on the floor with her eyes open and reached out for them. Her head shaking as she tried to speak out but nothing was coming out. Aemond coming to her aid and helping her up but she had used her the rest of her strength to get out of the chair. Reader looked at her brother for help to help and speak her mind, pleading to do the right thing.

“No more blood shed mother.” His spoke but his eyes do not match his words. “She does not wish it.” Helaena came rushing down to her twins side and held her hand. Alicent looked back at rhaenrya one last time before pulling away and dropping the knife. Slowly inching back she looked around at her husband, only with anger and devastation.

Everyone was quiet as she ordered someone to carry her daughter out of the room with the maester. The kids walked with her and held onto their sisters hand as she fell back into a deep sleep. No one could speak a word as they all stood stocked.

For years that was the last time rhaenrya and her kids saw their aunt, along with Daemon. But letters where sent in private from the reader to all of them with updates and her forgiveness. But luke refuses to open and read them as his guilt rotted away at his soul. But each week for years new letters still came from her. The next time they all saw eachother, they all grown so much. But they all remembered the first acted of war.

One side trying to make amends and the other full of revenge.

[missberrycake]

Absolutely outraged to learn that the little headcanon I dreamt up in bed this morning doesn’t work timeline-wise but screw it, I’m doing it anyway.

When Eddie was small, his mom always used to sing him Rainbow Connection from The Muppet Movie. They’d watched it together over at Uncle Wayne’s trailer when it first came out on VHS and Eddie had been entranced. He’d parked himself right up in front of the small TV, his eyes glued to this little frog playing the banjo.

His mom noticed, of course, and made it theirs. Their song for when his dad was away and they could dance in the kitchen without being yelled at. For when Eddie was sick in bed, or couldn’t sleep, or had woken up with a nightmare. For when he came home from school with grazed palms and tears in his eyes.

“Who said that every wish, would be heard and answered?” his mom sang to him, brushing away Eddie’s tears the day she told him that she was very poorly. That she had to go into hospital, just for a little while, for the doctors to fix her up.

Eddie had asked for the song to be played at her funeral, in his small voice, tugging at his dad’s shirt sleeve. He’d said no, of course. He’d never understood either of them.

But later that night, when everyone had left and his dad was asleep, Uncle Wayne led Eddie out into the backyard and picked up his old guitar. He’d smiled at Eddie as the familiar chords rang out in the night sky and Eddie’s voice trembled when he started to sing, “Why are there so many, songs about rainbows?”

Uncle Wayne’s voice soon joined his, strong and sure. “And what’s on the other side?”

Eddie smiled. Maybe it could be their song, too.

So, years later, when Eddie was shuffling around Steve’s vast kitchen, trying to find where the hell the Harringtons kept their mugs, he found himself humming along to the familiar tune with a happy heart.

“Oho, I see we’ve got another Tammy Thompson fan on our hands here,” came Steve’s voice as he and Robin sidled in and leant against the countertop.

Robin snorted. “Someday we’ll find it,” she sang, her words taking on a pitchy, mocking quality.

Steve joined in, squeaky and off-tune, “The rainbow connection.”

They were grinning at each other as they carried on. “The lovers, the dreamers -”

“Stop,” Eddie yelled, red-faced, his heart beating wildly as he clutched the empty mug in his hand. “Stop it.”

They did, with matching looks of confusion. Clearing spotting the way Eddie was breathing too hard, eyes too glassy, Steve shifted. “Shit, sorry Eddie. We didn’t mean anything.”

And it was bullshit because Eddie knew that. How could they know about that song, about his mom and Uncle Wayne and everything it meant? They couldn’t, but now Eddie had made it weird. Made it awkward. But he was still too worked up, he couldn’t explain.

“S'okay,” he said. “I guess I just don’t feel well. Might go home.”

He didn’t let either of them get another word in before he fled the house.

The next day, Eddie was disturbed from his still-embarrased wallowing by a gentle knock on his bedroom door. It was Uncle Wayne, with a soft look on his face.

“The Harrington boy’s here,” he said. “Came to apologise. Called last night, you know. We talked for a bit.”

He disappeared and moments later a contrite-looking Steve shuffled in.

Eddie pushed himself up against his headboard.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “It was just a joke Robin and I have. I would never -” He cut himself off and sat down on the end of the bed, a little sheepishly. “I got you this.”

Steve pulled his hand out from behind his back to reveal a tiny Kermit the Frog toy, complete with a small, squishy banjo.

Eddie’s chest clenched. He reached out for the toy and smiled wide at Steve.

When the other man dragged him into a hug, Eddie let himself fall into it.

Maybe it wasn’t going to be a song for him and Steve, but it could definitely be the start of something sweet.

[Yeah, I'm scouring the archives and trying to salvage as many headcanons as I can from my old deleted account, but let's just pretend this is brand new content.]

[ladykailitha]

Eddie and Nancy

Just giving my brain a break from the Secret Tunnel (aka the game show) story. I still have two chapters to get through and my brain needs a cool down.

I've seen a lot of headcanons that Eddie is the Wheeler children's older half brother because of how much they look like each other.

But may I propose instead: cousins.

Hear me out.

You have first born, Elizabeth. Absolute hippie child. All about that free love, sex, drugs, and rock and roll. She learns how to play guitar, falls in with the charming and cool, Al Munson. They plan to tour the country his beat up old truck. But before that can happen, Elizabeth gets pregnant with Eddie. So she marries Al.

Then you have Karen, the younger sister. Bright, demure, absolute golden child. She dyes her hair and blows out the curls to more like waves so she doesn't look like Elizabeth anymore.

She does what she was raised her whole life to do. Get married to a good boy so they can have good children and pay taxes and never do anything fun.

When Elizabeth dies, Karen refuses to go to the funeral, hates that her name is even in the obituary at all. Then three years later when Al is sent to prison, CPS calls her first.

She's the boy's aunt. She has a comfortable home, and bringing him in would barely dent their finances. But Karen refuses. She won't have that delinquent anywhere near her children.

So they go to Wayne. Wayne who really doesn't have the space or the money to take care a little boy almost teenager. But he looks into those big brown eyes and can't say no.

They keep apart until the murders in town start in Wayne's own god damn trailer. He keeps his mouth shut when Nancy comes up to him asking about Eddie. He would like to throw it in her face that he knows who she is and that he knows full well that Karen would throw a fucking fit if she found out where her daughter was. But he won't. It's not the girl's fault her mother is a bitch.

After Vecna (and Eddie NOT dying) Nancy is sent to the attic to see if she can find some of Mike's old things to donate as a lot of Nancy's went to Holly. She finds an old trunk and though locked it comes apart in her hands. In it she finds dozens of pictures of her mom with beautiful girl with flying dark brown curls and sparkling eyes.

She smiles as she reminds her of Eddie.

Her mother calls out for her to hurry and slips one of the pictures in her back jeans pocket. Nancy closes the trunk and hurries back to her mother.

Then because Nancy can't leave a mystery well enough alone, she goes digging. All while Eddie and Max are in a coma, Nancy works on her mystery.

She finds her answer in the most unlikely of places. Joyce Byers's year book. She had it out showing her boys the outrageous hair styles they had in her day.

There two rows down from Lawrence Byers is an Elizabeth Childress. She's got ribbons in her hair and smiling brightly at camera. So full of life.

Childress.

She closes her eyes. There is no doubt this is her mother's sister. A sister Nancy never knew anything about.

She points her out to Joyce. "Oh, I remember her. Such a sweet girl. It's really too bad she fell in with that Munson boy. Or rather the wrong Munson boy."

She flips the pages and on the same row as her, is Wayne Munson staring up at her. So happy and free. The Vietnam would too soon take that from him. "That's Wayne. Such a good boy. Elizabeth would have thrived with him. But Wayne was shy and more interested in getting good grades than girls."

Joyce flips back to the seniors with Jim and Lonnie and began searching for the M's. "There." She pointed at another boy. Alan Munson. "He was trouble from the moment he was born. But he had a motorcycle and a leather jacket. Lizzy fell hard. They got married right out of high school, I heard."

Jonathan and Nancy share a look of shock.

"What happened to her?" Jonathan asks.

"Cancer," Joyce says sadly, "poor thing."

Armed with her knowledge and a borrowed yearbook, Nancy marches right up to her mother and slams the yearbook in front of her. The picture Nancy took from the attic serves as bookmark and she shoves both at her mother.

There is no denying it now. All the proof is right there in black and white.

"This is why you didn't want to join the D&D club my freshman year, isn't it? Because it was Eddie's club?"

Karen buries her head in her hands. And the truth just starts spilling out.

"And that boy is just like his father!" Karen cries. "He might have not have killed those kids but he was a drug dealer."

"To keep the lights on his trailer!" Nancy yells back. "If you and Dad had taken him in maybe he wouldn't have turned out the way he did. Maybe he be a better person."

"Or maybe he would have dragged you other children with him!"

"If you really thought that Mike wouldn't have been allow in Hellfire either!"

It's at this point Mike walks in and suddenly Karen is caught.

She breaks down and explains that Eddie had helped her with her car right before Mike started high school. So as a way to return the favor she let Mike join.

Nancy heads to the hospital and manages to get into see Eddie.

Wayne tells her only family is allowed to see him and Nancy smiles.

She knows.

Then Eddie wakes up, falls for Steve, the whole party teases Steve about keeping it in the family and Karen gets her head out of her ass and everyone lives happily ever after.

The end.

[verysium]

This is such crack brain fart idea 😶

What if some blue lock boys ask the reader what brand her shoes (or something dumb like that) over text and reader sent them a voice message on text and it’s just:

“Hi baby, okay so the brand is—- *insert car accident noises*”

Have you seen those TikToks???

If you do this request, it can be any blue lock boys you want

HELPPP i saw something similar on hinge, and i was hunched over the side of my bed laughing for like 20 minutes. in general, i don't think pranks with any of the bllk boys would go well (unless you wanted to be punted like a football, american-style) but i'm taking a risk today, so here you go:

sae sees through your bullshit in a peloponnesian minute. he has morning practice, three interviews, and a daily nap to get to, so what makes you think he has time for you to fake a car accident? leaves you on read. (brutal, i know.)

rin is mildly concerned, but he's too smart to fall for whatever prank you have planned. he'd probably reply with a sarcastic, dry ass response or a deadpan emoji. refuses to talk to you for the rest of the day because what if you actually got into a car accident? he would lose all sanity. tbh he can't stand it when people make light of serious situations even if it's just a lighthearted joke.

kaiser is petty. he sends you an official funeral invite titled "in loving memory of y/n." he personally designed it in photoshop and even added those tacky glitter rose GIF animations on the front. coincidentally, everyone in your immediate circle also happened to receive the same mass email chain with those invites, so you had to explain to your family, friends, and co-workers that (1) you did not in fact die in a car accident and (2) your funeral is not set for the 15th. (you never played a prank on michael again.)

isagi freaks out. he's calling 911/119, whatever emergency service there is. immediately calls you and nearly breaks down in fear of losing you. when you tell him it was merely a prank, he laughs in relief but internally he's cursing you out with every colorful name in existence.

ness is isagi but even more high-strung. there is no time to call the ambulance in his mind. he's already thundering down the highway looking for the evidence of your car wreck. calls you and screams ballistically into the speaker: "WHERE ARE YOU? WHERE ARE YOU? WHERE ARE YOU?" so yeah....don't ever play a prank on ness. it's for your sake, not his.

shidou takes you up one notch and sends a picture of himself in the emergency room with a cast on his leg and an IV drip. this spawn of satan took your message literally and decided to copy you and got into a real car accident. so now you have to take time off work and sign the hospital discharge papers because he listed you as his sole emergency contact.

nagi doesn't give a shit. he's already chronically online, and reo's played pranks on him before. probably texts you an "ok" and then tells you he's run out of toilet paper again, so you need to stop by the store to buy some.

reo matches your energy. he replies with: oh yeah, i've heard of that brand. it's the—*insert sound of trucks colliding and screeches across asphalt* you both had a good laugh after.

ok that's all i have for now. this is going to reach a very niche demographic, but you're welcome.

[starryschoolgirl]

Just A Man

| A Soldier's Song Installment |

Summary -> As the weeks leading up to Elvis' deployment to Europe begin to dwindle you and Elvis try to help your son understand what it will mean. Meanwhile, inevitable tensions between you and Elvis are pushed to the side as the two of you figure sex is better than facing your issues, especially with such little time left together.

Warnings -> mention of family death, domestic fluff, flirting, mention of war, pre-deployment, Elvis being a young dad & husband, (much needed) sex with 50s Elvis, angsty undertones, smut, kitchen sex, swearing, foot kink, stocking kink, almost footjob(?), breeding kink, oral (f. receiving), unsafe sex

WC -> 5.8k

A/N -> So this is more of a prologue to the actual events of which this au series is based upon, to sort of give a glance into what life was like before Elvis gets deployed to Europe, I hope you enjoy it! In the next installment, we WILL see Elvis in uniform. This is an installation of the A Soldier's Song AU

“That one made my hand hurt Frankie!”

The little boy giggled at his daddy’s shocked face.

That battering of a baseball against a leather mitt is all that kept you company on the back porch of your home. Watching the two boys, your two boys, in the yard tossing the ball back and forth puts a smile on your face, but as you turn your head to the empty chair next to you that smile falls ever so slightly, missing the warmth that often emanated from that chair.

Elvis had been at basic training when she passed and was only able to make it back in time for her funeral, but even then while you were a wreck he remained as strong as he could. He held you in one arm and held your little boy in the other as the service proceeded.

You’d only had two grief-filled days with him before he went back to finish his basic training, you couldn’t even figure out whether or not he’d really come to terms with his mama because it all happened so fast. And now you’d only have a few final weeks with your man, all crisp and in shape from basic training, till he was off to a poor war-stricken country in Europe.

With that in mind you remembered to smile, in the knick of time too as Elvis looked up at you after running to pick up the stray ball that had rolled along the grass toward the porch due to your little boy’s poor aim.

He stared up at you like the school boy he used to be, and said with that tone of voice you’d often heard since he first laid eyes on you, “Hey there Cutie”

And like the school girl you used to be, you’d blush and only offer a small smile as you waved him off, “Go play with your son”

Elvis gave you that look, he wanted to say something he couldn’t say in front of young ears. He got up, ball in one hand while he wore his leather brown mitt on the other, with each step up the wood porch his smile grew, you could feel his curled lips on your cheek as he leaned down to kiss it.

Then quietly he’d murmur in a cooing, baby-talk type tone, 

“Daddy wants to play with Mama though”

You rolled your eyes and put a placating hand on his clean-shaven cheek. After leaning forward to press a quick peck to his lips you spoke quietly with that same baby-talk curve to your voice,

“Daddy can play with Mama when Baby goes to bed”

Elvis smiled softly at you and mumbled out a soft and assured, “Alright”, before stepping away to go back down onto the grass, giving Francis, or as Elvis nicknamed him, Frankie, an underhanded toss of the ball.

You turned one last time to the other chair and the empty cushion on it, you couldn’t look at it anymore. Thankfully you were needed elsewhere as you could smell the roast in the oven drift through the window of the kitchen out onto the porch.

After going inside as you tended to the food you could watch Francis and Elvis play about in the yard, it was quite big, but the two of them only remained within a small portion, part of the reason could’ve been because Francis couldn’t yet throw very far.

The sun was setting and the light practically flickered off of Elvis’ hair. Now being in the army he didn’t bother with that black dye, it would just be washed out as soon as he was back at base after all. And it wasn’t like he’d be making movies or releasing songs anytime soon, no not with what he was on his way to do in a few weeks.

You could just barely hear Elvis’ voice as he praised your son, “Frank my boy you might be the Babe Ruth of your generation if ya keep at it”. You couldn’t help but shake your head with a smile, Elvis talking to Francis as if the four-year-old knew who the Babe was and as if he knew what the word “generation” meant.

It was in Elvis’ nature to talk to children in that way though. He always treated them like little adults. You couldn’t recall a time when Elvis didn’t speak to children that way. His mama had made fun of him for it when Francis was two and he could only remark, “Frank is just people, like you and me are just people”

Oh goodness, you thought of her again.

You don’t think a day goes by when you don’t think about her. Elvis’ mama was a godsend, truly. And while he’d never open up about it, you know it’s affecting Elvis immensely. She was so involved in your life ever since you entered Elvis’ and she was always sweet and welcoming.

You could think back to a time not too long ago when after you’d eloped with Elvis and announced the news of your pregnancy at the young age of 18, your parents kicked you to the curb, but she welcomed you with open arms.

At the time Elvis was still driving a truck he hadn’t yet become the “movie star” that he was now. But despite the financial struggles of her Presley flock, Gladys happily welcomed another bird.

It was just a few months ago, before the whole fiasco of Elvis getting drafted and sent off to basic that you’d had a conversation with her in this very kitchen about that.

You told her how appreciative you’d always be toward her for being so welcoming to you, and she told you with an arm around your shoulder, “I’m a mother Hon, it’s only natural. The two of you were babies when ya had that itty bitty boy of yours, I couldn’t ever leave y’all out in the rain, you know that”

You knew no matter what Elvis would have stuck beside you, you knew he’d always be there to hold your hand. After all, you were mothering his child. But it helped so much more that his mother would be on the other side of you, holding your other hand to help you in whatever way you would allow.

Things were slowly returning to normal within the home, her lack of presence isn’t as pronounced, but that’s because she lives through memory now as more time passes, it’s almost like she’s not gone.

You hope that’s how Elvis viewed it. His stone face didn’t leave any slack for a crack or two, and for once it was getting hard to read him. But you’d continue to hope that it isn’t a facade and that he is okay. Yeah, you’d hope with all your might that your man was doing okay.

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Dinner was quiet, whenever your voice, or Elvis’ voice, or Francis’ voice didn’t fill the air, love would keep you all company. Of course as always Elvis got on Francis about playing with his food, having grown up poor Elvis was more sensitive to matters of waste such as that.

But if that was the stress high-point of the evening, then you could call it a good evening.

And as you now sat on the edge of the bed, a hand on Francis’ blanket-covered knee while Elvis kneeled on the floor next to the short, small children’s bed, you had a soft smile play on your lips as Elvis talked on the subject of him leaving in a few weeks.

Elvis and you had been explaining night after night to Francis what would soon happen, why his daddy would be going away for a while and what would happen after. After talking about it quite a bit within the first month of knowing about Elvis’ draft you and he decided it was best to be very open on the subject to make it less daunting when Elvis suddenly left home.

And after Gladys’ death you had to explain to Francis that his daddy’s absence would be different from his grandmother’s absence.

“Ya g-gonna fight bad guys Daddy?”

Elvis smiled and brought his hands up in fists, then with a few shadow-box moves which made Francis laugh, Elvis assured,

“You betcha, gonna give the bad guys one of these! And one of these!”

The little boy laughed, his laugh too big for his body as he bent over on the bed and held onto your arm with both his little hands.

After his precious giggles subsided, Francis sat up and asked curiously, a glimmer of what must’ve been a child’s worry in his eyes as he asked with that stutter that his daddy used to have,

“W-what if the bad, bad guys hurt yo-you Dad-Daddy?”

Your smile fell slightly as you and Elvis made eye contact at the suggestion. Of course that is something that you and Elvis had been careful approaching when it came to explaining this sort of thing to Francis.

You couldn’t explain it without truly worrying the boy, you felt tears prickle your eyes at just the thought. Elvis knew of your worries, he knew that quite a few of the girls you were friends with down at the beauty parlor had husband’s overseas, and that a few of them had gotten the dreaded telegram, along with a folded American flag.

He knew all too well your worries as he’d spent many nights being the one to soothe you back to bed. When he’d feign sleep even though he knew you’d spend mornings staring at him, just wanting to look at him as if you would soon lose this view.

Of course if he had died at war it might be different. Having been in a few films and sung a few hit records, he feared that if he died you might find out about his death through the newspapers. You would either find out through that, or as Elvis heard, on rare special occasions they’d send something much more personal, they’d send chaplains and military officers to tell the grieving widow in person. 

Elvis hoped if he died he’d be that special occasion, that way you wouldn’t be alone when you heard about his death, the same way you were alone when you saw his mother in her state of death.

“Well,”

He started before getting up, and sitting next to you on the bed. He wrapped an arm around your waist and reached a hand out to rest atop yours which rested on Francis’ knee.

“Listen buddy, that sort of thing might happen, but ya don’t gotta worry. Your daddy’s strong, and he’s gonna get home to you and Mama. He promises.”

Your lip quivered as you tried to smile. Elvis could feel the way your hand tensed under his, he quickly pressed a kiss to your cheek and mumbled quietly for his little family to hear,

“And ya know I’m not a liar, I wouldn’t piss on ya leg and tell ya it’s rainin’ now would I?”

You abruptly turned your head toward Elvis’ crude analogy and hit his shoulder lightly making him laugh as Francis giggled at his daddy using a “nasty” word. 

As Elvis laughed he stood up and pulled you with him, leaving enough time for you to kiss Francis goodnight before taking you with just a tug of his arm around your hip.

As you reached for the lamp next to your son’s bed your spoke softly,

“Get a good sleep Frannie”

Once you and Elvis were making your way out of the room he teased you softly with his hand still resting at your hip, “Wish ya would stop callin’ him such a girly name, his name’s Francis”

As soon as you closed the door you laughed softly and pointed out, “So he’s Francis when I call him Frannie but he’s not Francis when you call him Frankie?”

Elvis shrugged and popped out a “yup” as he guided you down the hall. Just before reaching the bedroom you told him you remembered you still had some dishes to do and made a B-line to the staircase to head toward the kitchen.

After getting down there and getting the dishes loaded you found yourself standing in front of the sink, staring down at the soapy dishwater with not a thought in mind.

It was Elvis’ voice that pulled you from your trance as he spoke, “Baby?”

You jumped slightly and turned around to see Elvis throwing you a confused half-smile, his red shirt from earlier was off and he was left in just black trousers and his wedding ring. There was a dampened towel on his shoulders, the tips of his hair were slightly wet, likely from having just washed his face.

You sighed softly with a smile at the sight, “I’ll be up in a minute Handsome, just getting some things done”.

Elvis’ neck stretched slightly as he saw the dishes were washed and now laid on the drying rack, he then turned toward the stove to see that the leftovers were put away. You didn’t have anything to do.

He took a few steps forward, till he could comfortably rest his hands at your hips.

“Looks to me like everythin’s been done, why don’tcha head upstairs with me?”

You took a moment to look around and realized he was right, quick on your feet you slid away from his hands and walked over to the oven and opened it, you gestured a hand toward the inside,

“I haven’t cleaned the oven out yet”

Elvis’ eyebrows furrowed as he shook head and mumbled with a hand on his hip,

“Honey, ya never clean the oven out till the 1st of the month, I mean unless things have changed that much since I’ve been at basic…”

You sighed softly. As you gently closed the oven door Elvis walked over to you with a small frown, his hands finding their place at your hips once again as he asked,

“What’s goin’ on Genevieve?”

You bit your lower lip softly, whenever Elvis called you by your name you knew he was serious, there was no wiggling your way out of it, especially now that he had you pressed back against a kitchen counter, his hands gripping your hips with resolution and a look in his eyes that told you he wasn���t letting you go without a fight.

With a shake of your head you looked away from Elvis, suddenly deeming the drying rack a few feet away to be a better view than your half-naked husband. Elvis’ head followed your gaze and suddenly it was him you were looking at again.

“I just, I wish you would stop doing that…”

Elvis looked confused as he ran a hand through his uncombed hair. He really looked different from a few months ago, his jaw was sharp and his cheeks sort of caved in, but not in the way a waif’s would. His hair was a crisp, fall-ish brown, and his body was cut in a way that felt a little foreign.

While he was naturally slim and tall, he was usually still soft and smooth around the edges. You’d realized his first night back from basic that his body was more sharp and angular, and you worried they weren’t feeding him properly. But as he’d been home a week or two now, his body remained sharp and cut, and now your worries were on your own lacking areas, you knew your food couldn’t replace his mama’s but you’d swear if his mama were here, he’d be back to his soft and squishy self.

“Stop doin’ what Hon?”

As your eyes lingered over his body more you’d completely forgotten what you’d first been talking about as you changed the subject by asking, “Are you still hungry?”

Elvis laughed softly and titled his head to the side, “What are ya talkin’ about?”

Your lower lip quivered in worry and concern, it seems all the dulled emotions you’d been feeling lately came together to overpower your own emotional maturity as your lip wobbled pathetically. As Elvis saw the sight his smile fell and his eyebrows furrowed in worry as he bent down slightly to look you head on. “Oh, Baby, now,” He cupped your cheeks with his hands to keep you from turning away from him. 

There was a soft incredulous laugh that left his lips, “Why are ya cryin?”

As Elvis pulled you close to him, you could feel his body shake with each laugh that left his lips, you knew what he was thinking, it was what he always thought (and sometimes said) whenever you started crying, it was-

“You women and your emotions…”

And just as you would everytime, you’d hit his chest with all your might (which would only evoke another laugh at your pitiful effort) and mumble into his chest wetly, “Stop laughing at me Elvis Aaron Presley.”

“Alright, alright, I won’t laugh anymore Mama, now what was it you wish I would stop doin?”

Your arms around his waist tightened slightly as you thought back to the original topic of discussion. Elvis gave you a moment as he rubbed his chin along the top of your head, ruffling your hair in doing so, but you didn’t care enough to mind.

“I just wish you would stop pretending you’re this indestructible force Elvis.”

You could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke,

“Well, I gotta make sure my son knows there ain’t a man better than his Daddy, ya know that Hon”

With a soft sigh you pulled back enough to look Elvis in the eye while your arms remained around his waist.

“I’m talking about with me, Elvis. You do that same thing with me that you do with Francis. You talk to me like I’m a child- Like, like I don’t know what you’re going into, like I haven’t been reading the papers”

Elvis’ smile flatlined as he listened to your words. You continued on.

“I’m your wife Elvis, I know that you’re not some indestructible being.”

As Elvis' eyes lingered away from yours, you placed a hand on his cheek to regain his attention as you could tell he was searching for ways to change the conversation.

“You’re just a man Elvis”

There’s his way out. Elvis bit his lower lip before breaking into a smile as he stared down at you. His hands that were wrapped around your waist fell down to each globe of your ass, giving you a soft squeeze through the fabric of your dress. The abruptness of the action caught your attention as your eyebrow lifted in suspicion and confusion at what he was doing.

Here you were pouring your heart out and he-

“Well, I can admit I am just a man, and a man’s got needs ya know?”

He had a boyish smile on his lips as he said the last part quietly, as if he were a child trying to tempt his mother into letting him get his favorite piece of candy. You knew how this would go, it would go as it always did. You and Elvis would avoid this topic and go on to avoid a few other topics, then in a few weeks or a month you and him would get into a huge argument of all the topics combined just to kiss and make up.

It’s happened often within your relationship, hell, you and him hadn’t fought the entirety of your pregnancy with Francis and on the day your water broke, all hell broke with it as you and Elvis got into a huge argument. You almost gave birth in the house because you refused to have him be the one to drive you to the hospital.

But that would be fine for now, especially when he smiled down at you the way he was now.

Your previous pure look of concern had washed away with a defeated smile as his hands continued to knead the flesh of your ass like dough and his smile only dug into his cheeks further, almost bringing back that full look of them.

With a fond tinge to it, you sighed out,

“You really are just a man”

He brought his nose down to nuzzle against your cheek before pressing his lips against the soft skin, murmuring, “Your man”

“Mhm, my man”

You began to giggle at the ticklish sensation of his lips dragging from your cheek down along the sensitive skin of your neck. You tried tucking your chin into your neck as you continued to let you squealed laughs.

Elvis let out a soft playful growl as he spoke into the skin,

“Flutterin’ around like a bird”

To stop your incessant wiggling Elvis tightened his arms around your waist, his nose changed locations from the crook of your neck to the dip of your collarbone till it landed in the deep neckline of your dress, snug between your breasts as he nuzzled himself into the skin, trying to get a whiff of you in your purest form. 

The smell of you at the end of the day, the light scent of your perfume that somehow lingered late in the day mixed with whatever sweat had tried to grace your body, it was a smell he couldn’t get enough of. 

 His lips began to press gentle little kisses at the inside of both your breasts as he tugged at the neckline a bit more, trying to give himself more ground to cover with his lips. You laughed softly and buried your hands in his brown locks as you pressed numerous kisses atop his head.

You could hear him mumble where his head was buried between your breasts,

“Mm kiss me Baby…”

You laughed softly and between pecks on his forehead said, “That’s what I’m doin’”

He finally came up, his eyes lidded slightly as he murmured, “I mean really kiss me”, before kissing you with the same lips he just worshiped the skin of your tits with.

You hummed into the kiss with delighted surprise at the hungry tenderness of it all as Elvis’ body backed you completely against the kitchen counter. He felt around blindly for the counter behind you as he refused to break the kiss and then with two gentle pats to the back of your thighs you jumped up just slightly for him to pick you up by the thighs and push you onto the counter.

Elvis’ hands quickly worked the fabric of your dress, tugging it up till it pooled around your waist and as he pulled away from the kiss to look down between the two of you he was left with the sight of your legs, almost completely bare except for your seamed stockings that ended at your thighs and were held up by the garters connected to your panties.

His hands glided along the thin fabric of your stockings along your calves and thighs, he loved how they felt. You couldn’t help your smile as he admired you. When he stepped back he could pull one of your legs up nice and high so that he could see the seams on the back of your stockings that ran up your legs, giving the illusion that you had much longer legs than you really did.

All his focus was on that leg that he had stretched above your head, pointed to the heavens as he stared with admiration. You, his own point of interest, had betrayed him as your other lonely leg that dangled from the counter stretched forward to dig lightly at the bulge beginning to form in Elvis’ black trousers. Elvis’ brows creased and his eyes closed as his mouth opened to let out a low, heavy breath.

“Oh, Mama…”

Elvis’ grip that held your foot high had loosened at the undoing of his usually calm and collective nature within the act. “Mhm?” You took the opportunity and brought your other foot down to join in on the pushes and presses of your feet into the growing bulge.

He only repeated with a breathy, more defeated voice,

“Oh… Mama…”

His head fell back slightly and his legs looked to be going a little slack, knees bending in the slightest as his hips pushed into the pressure of your feet.

It was only when you attempted to dig your foot’s heel into Elvis’ groin did he make a move, spreading your legs apart and pushing his way between them with an eagerness. His hands were quick as he unclipped your garters, followed by the rough yanking of your stockings off your legs. You were thankful you had stabilized yourself onto the counter with your hands otherwise he might’ve yanked you off it right along with your stockings.

You figured you’d help him as you lifted your ass up and began to shimmy your panties off, having to bite your lip to keep back from whining at the cold slap of the counter against your thighs and warmed heat. As Elvis turned to look at you, his mouth was left slightly agape, he could never get used to the image of his wife being all pliant and pretty for him.

The men he used to work with as a young truck driver told him to never get married to a girl he liked, because when women became wives they lost their appeal, they became prudent and too good for casual sex with their husband. Oh how wrong those men were.

“Spread ‘em f’me Hon”

You obeyed as you watched Elvis kneel down, he had enough height on him to where even kneeling down he could easily be face to face with your bare cunt as you sat on the edge of the counter.

From below he made eye contact with you again and murmured,

“Spread those as well Baby”

You let out a breath at his words, feeling a heat spread from your chest up your neck from the embarrassment of where he was referring, but you’d listen. Your hand hesitantly danced down your body before landing at your cunt, and with a soft, wet sound, your pointer and index finger spread the lips of your pussy apart, giving way for Elvis to see the white discharge that was just edging out of your entrance, you had practically sprung a leak down there.

“You’re so pretty Baby…”

He looked up at you to make sure you knew it before steadying himself by gripping the sides of your thighs before pressing his head further between your legs. His aquiline nose ran along your core before anything else, but his tongue and lips were quick to follow as he licked a stripe up the center.

You let out a soft breathy moan at the feeling and tilted your head back to stare at the ceiling, the blank ceiling, boring enough for you to be able to focus entirely on the sensations Elvis was filling your body with.

As his tongue poked and prodded at your entrance you let out a cacophony of back-to-back breaths. As he moved his lips lower, his tongue now scraping along that gap of skin between both your holes, his nose was enveloped entirely by your entrance, and you could feel it inside of you.

Then his fingers on one hand reached toward that little nub of nerves that rested atop your pussy like a pretty bow, and like an expert he could easily undo that bow with the twists and turns of his index and middle finger.

That is what made you squirm and squeak, hushing out a high-pitched,

“Elvis..!”

His answer was a hungry hum which only pushed you even further as the low baritone of his hum reverberated in your pussy. “E-Elvis..!”

Your hands burrowed greedily into his hair as you contradicted yourself, while you made it seem like you wanted him off you, you only pushed his nose further and further into your entrance, you might suffocate him at this point. It was as if his life was in the hands of whether or not he could make you come.

You attempted to drive your hips further into his mouth as he pulled you closer with that hand still gripping your thigh.

As his fingers strummed your clit like the strings to a guitar your breathing got uneven as you felt the incoming of those waves of pleasure that only your very own husband could pull from you.

He groaned loudly into your heat as your grip on his hair became painful to the man bearing it, but he’d continue on till he got you to your release.

“Oh fuck Elvis..! I’m, I’m…”

Your hands entangled in his hair began to drive his head completely home as you let out a guttural moan, the pleased pitch cutting off as you’d reached the peak of your pleasure.

Your entire body felt limp, not even having enough strength in your hands to continue holding onto his hair. Elvis’ head remained tucked away long enough for your dress to fall over onto his head and hide him away as he finally pulled away for air.

You watched with tired eyes as his hands came up to pull the fabric off his head, he had the biggest lazy smile gracing his lips as he looked up at you, and for a moment you had a hard time deciphering whether or not the dampness on his face came from his sweat or your own pleasure, you settled on it being a mix.

“I make ya feel good Honey? Played with Mama just right, hm?”

He slowly stood up and brought the fabric of the dress up with him.

“You always do Elvis,”

He hummed with a smile and brought the wrung up fabric to your mouth with one hand and tugged your chin down with the other, leaving room for him to set the fabric between your lips for you to bite down on.

“Good, now, you’re gonna help Daddy feel good too now right? Gonna sit still f’me right?”

You hummed, “Mhm”, feeling eager to please the man after the trip he just sent you on. Elvis smiled down at you as he watched you hold the fabric between your teeth.

The fumbling of Elvis’ hands undoing his trousers was momentary as he’d become a bit of an expert at undoing his pants in the years you two have been married. You watched with blown out eyes as his dick shot up against his pubes and stomach as it was freed from the confines of Elvis’ pants and underwear.

Your legs were already spread and ready, your hole was already warmed up and loosened, you were his for the taking. 

As Elvis took a step forward he tugged you just slightly closer to him before lining his uncut cock along your hole. Then he pushed in. His eyebrows creased from the pain of needing to be patient at this part, trying to find a good balance of needing to be watchful of your expression while wanting to watch as his foreskin begins to prematurely slide back before he’s even completely inside of your warm pussy.

“It’s goin’ in smooth Honey? N-no burn or anythin’ right Baby? I can keep goin’?”

You hummed out a quick, “Mhm”, with an eager nod of your head, and you could see the relief spread along his face at not needing to wait, because to be quite truthful he wasn’t sure he’d be able to.

Elvis kept a hand on his base as he guided the rest in and when he was fully in, his arms wrapped around your waist tightly, practically pulling you off the counter as he wanted to be as close to you as possible while he pressed kisses along your neck.

“Fuck Baby, feel so good,” He groaned softly as he pulled out slightly just to shove his way back in, eliciting a used squeak from you as he did so. “Think that I still haven’t broken ya in properly after bein’ at basic f’so long huh?”

You could only moan softly at his words as you kept the fabric of your dress clenched between your teeth. As he repeated a similar motion he mumbled into the skin of your neck,

“It’s alright Honey, we’ll make more room in there, make more room for a little one or two…”

You wiggled slightly only for his body to press impossibly closer as he spoke through gritted teeth, “Just need ya to sit” he pulled out just to harshly press back in, evoking a whimper from you, “still.”

Elvis’ thrusts became fuller and more drawn out with every second that passed and every moan that left your lips. He was a chatty lover, and while he liked to believe he was talking you through it all, it was really himself he was talking through the motions of sex. He had a strange anxiety when it came to sex that had only shown itself since his takeoff in the entertainment business.

“Gonna fill ya so full of me, gonna leave a piece of myself here to watch over ya Honey,”

Your noises continued to be muffled by the fabric that was becoming soaked in saliva from being kept in your mouth for so long.

The build-up of precum that had been filling your insides made for a wonderful lubricant, even better than your body’s natural one. Elvis’ hips continued to thrust roughly into you. As the speed doubled, even tripled, Elvis’ breaths and voice got raspy.

You were certain he’d bruised your cervix by now, but the desperate rasp of his voice left you as gooey as your insides were.

“Shit, this is it..!”

Elvis buried face into your neck and you felt the heat of his breath sprawl across your skin as he groaned throatily. The animalistic, rhythmic pace of his hips dying down to slow downward grinds. He slurred out as he came down from that peak of pleasure,

“So good… So fucking good…”

Finally as his body came to a rest you spit out the fabric and inhaled as much air as possible through your mouth.

As Elvis geared himself to pull out, your arms wrapped around his neck abruptly as you held him close, mumbling a soft, “Don’t.” as you did so.

Elvis’ body felt stiff for a moment as he asked with hushed concern,

“W-why? Did I hurt ya Hon? You know you’re supposed to tell-”

You stopped his sentence short with a quiet,

“No, you didn’t hurt me. Just, wanna be with you a little longer. You don’t mind do ya?”

Elvis let out a breath of relief to hear that. He’d never want to hurt you. So in that moment of silence he held you close and buried his face into the crook of your neck, letting his nose linger on that pulse point that he watched you apply perfume on every morning for the past 4 years.

And you carded your fingers through his hair, kissing the skin of his head as a form of apology for how rough you were with it earlier.

His voice was like honey, sweet and thick as he assured,

“Of course not. I wanna be with you all the time, otherwise I wouldn't have married ya”

You smiled and remarked into his hair,

"Smartass..."

To which he fondly mumbled,

"Cutie"

This was more a passion piece, just because I really wanted to write something involving those pictures, seriously he's such a dad.

The masterlist will be posted and linked as soon as I get up from my nap! If you'd like to be added to the taglist for this au feel free to just comment or message me!!

Taglist Lovelies: @suraemoon, @drtyelvisfantasy, @mydarlingelvis, @astral-eyed-cat, @lialocklear, @obsessedvibee, @sexystarfish, @everythingelvispresley, @thebardotreincarnate, @prettyprissyblvd

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౨ৎ ⋆ ｡˚ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐀 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐀𝐓

summary: barbra is still nowhere to be found, and you and your friends think you can do something about it. steve attempts to apologize to you, but you spare him no time to talk. hopper is really bad at keeping secrets, and will's funeral was dreadful. you and your friends search for the monster, and there's some weird tension between nancy and jonathan. then nancy decides to disappear while monster hunting! how fun!

“Hey,” a familiar voice sounded, muffled, through Y/N’s music. She twisted her head to look where the voice was coming from, only to be met by the friendly face of Steve Harrington—and his ridiculous hair falling annoyingly, yet so perfectly in front of his face. “What do you want, Steve?” The girl stopped in her tracks, turning to face the boy, pressing the pause button on her Walkman with a frustrated expression. He was the last person she wanted to see right now—especially after how he treated Jonathan. “I just wanted to say sorry,” Steve began to speak, his expression uncharastically sincere, but the girl's eyebrows furrowed as she shook her head, stopping the boy mid-sentence as he observed the girl. Y/N wanted to believe that maybe—just maybe, Steve Harrington wasn’t the guy everyone said he was, that she thought he was, to even hear him out, but after what he did to Jonathan… it was out of the question. “Save it for Jonathan. You didn’t break my camera,” Y/N spat, beginning to storm away, pressing play on her Walkman. As she walked, she suddenly felt herself get pulled back by her arm. She turned, her gaze meeting Steve’s determined one. 

pairings: steve harrington x reader

warnings: mention of death, cursing, y/n being dismissive to steve even tho he's actually trying (sorry), blood, injured animal

word count: 5.1k

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Darkness seeped through the forest, with moonlight flickering through the leaves. The trees were gnarled and covered in a sickly, thick slime. Y/N found herself trapped in a twisted forest—a morphed version of Hawkins. The air was thick and hard to breathe in, filling with a heavy metallic taste that coated her tongue.

She took a hesitant step forward—her feet sinking slightly into the brush below her. Shadows moved around her, flickering just out of sight. Her heart pounded as she pressed on, feeling an inexplicable pull leading her deeper into the forest. Out of the silence, a desperate cry echoed—a sound that sent a chill down her spine.

"Barb?" Y/N called out hesitantly, her voice trembling.

Through the dense, unnatural fog, she saw a figure huddled near the base of a tree, half-hidden by the pulsating, slimy roots. As she looked closer, she realized it was in fact Barb—her glasses cracked and face pale, streaked with tears. She looked exhausted, like she was barely hanging on by a thread.

"Barb!" Y/N yelled out, running toward the girl as fast as her feet could carry her.

As she got closer, she kneeled down in front of the girl to put a hand on her shoulder. Before Y/N’s hand met Barb, the ground opened up beneath the girl—-dragging her down into the dark, withering earth, with the vein-like vines wrapping around her. Barb's eyes widened in pure terror, her mouth forming a silent scream as she reached out a hand toward Y/N.

"No! Barb, hold on!" Y/N’s voice strained as she stretched out her hand in a desperate attempt to save her friend, fingers just inches away from Barb's. But the hole began to surge up, with the vines wrapping around Barb's body like living tendrils, pulling her deeper into the ground. No matter how hard Y/N tried to reach out for her, it seemed helpless.

"Help me, Y/N!" Barb's voice tore into a haunting screech, echoing throughout the dark forest, sending a chill down Y/N’s spine.

As their fingers were just about to touch, Y/N spoke, “I’ve got you! Grab my hand!” 

Just as the tips of their fingers met, Barb was suddenly yanked away violently by the tendrils, disappearing into the depths of the ground. The ground sealed shut with a sickening squelch, and the vines around Y/N grew thicker, closing in on her from all sides, gripping at her feet—her shouts for help echoing throughout the forest.

Y/N jolted awake, a scream dying in her throat. She shot up in her bed—body drenched in cold sweat. Her heart raced as her eyes darted around the familiar surroundings of her room, grasping onto reality. She clutched her blanket, trying to steady her breathing—the image of Barb's terrified face etched into her mind, overwhelming her with guilt.

Without thinking, she reached for her sketchbook, hands shaking as she began erratically sketching the horrors she’d just witnessed. Lines and shapes formed on the page, capturing the twisted, nightmarish scene—until a sharp knock at the door made the girl jump.

“Hey kiddo,” Hopper’s gruff voice came through, his tone softer than usual. “It’s almost seven. You need to get up for school.”

Y/N blinked, her hand freezing mid-sketch. She hadn’t even realized how long she’d been drawing.

“You okay in there?” Hopper asked, concern seeping into his voice.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Y/N muttered, her voice hoarse. She quickly closed her sketchbook, tossing it aside. 

Without another word, the girl stood from her bed and shuffled toward the bedroom door, opening it for Hopper. She gave him a quick, forced smile, then made her way toward her nightstand, digging through the drawers to find an outfit for the day. Hopper noticed how exhausted Y/N looked—her under eyes were dark and skin paler than usual.

“Like I’ve said…” Hopper cleared his voice at the doorway, pausing, the uncomfortable feeling of asking the girl to open up weighing on his shoulders. “If you ever need to talk about anything, I’m here.” He gave a soft smile.

“Thanks, Hopper… I’ll be out for breakfast in a minute.”

𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥

As Y/N approached Hawkins High, she felt the familiar feeling of anxiety bubbling up inside her. The nightmare she had still clung to her thoughts, but she tried to push it aside—attempting to focus on the mundane routine of the school day. 

Her hair was straightened with a clip on the side, adding just enough volume to give her some sense of control over her appearance with her late start. She wore blue jeans and a dark brown belt, with a beige sweater tucked into it, protecting her skin from the chilly air, the fall breeze feeling colder than usual.

She entered the crowded hallway, weaving through students with the hum of conversations all around. At her locker, her shaky fingers fumbled with the combination before it finally clicked open, the familiar clatter of books grounding her in the chaos of the school day.

"Y/N!" Nancy's urgent voice broke through the noise, and the girl turned to see her friend rushing towards her, with Jonathan trailing close behind. 

"Hey, we've been looking for you," Jonathan added, his expression exhausted, though unsurprisingly with all he’d been dealing with. Nancy glanced at the clock on the wall, then back at Y/N. "We're about to be late for class, but we wanted to talk to you first."

Y/N quickly grabbed her books and shut her locker with a thud, giving the pair her full attention. "Did you find anything yesterday?”

"We couldn’t find anything, it’s like they just vanished without a trace. And we couldn't find that thing either," Nancy began, glancing over her shoulder, her voice low to avoid drawing attention. 

Jonathan nodded, his brows furrowed. "We searched everywhere we could think of, but there was nothing."

Y/N hesitated, the nightmare flashing in her mind again. She opened her mouth to mention it, to tell them about seeing Barb, to show them her sketch—but before she could speak, the bell rang—echoing through the hallway with a loud ring.

"Damn it, we’re late," Nancy muttered, glancing at the clock while Jonathan gave Y/N an apologetic look. 

"We’ll talk more later, okay? After Will’s funeral tomorrow," Jonathan raised his eyebrows as Y/N nodded, being reminded of the dreadful event. "Yeah, later."

The teens hurried off to their first hours and Y/N’s footsteps picked up pace, her mind racing. As she walked, she couldn’t shake the feeling that Barb, maybe even Will, was out there somewhere, holding on to be found. And the nightmare—no matter how unreal it seemed—felt like a warning she couldn’t ignore.

𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥

Lyrics flowed through the headphones of Y/N's Walkman as she exited the high school’s front doors toward the parking lot. It was the end of a long week, it being Friday, with students rushing out of their classes to break free for the weekend. Yellow buses began to pull out of the parking lot while skaters and bikers rolled their way out of campus.

“Hey,” a familiar voice sounded, muffled, through Y/N’s music. She twisted her head to look where the voice was coming from, only to be met by the friendly face of Steve Harrington—and his ridiculous hair falling annoyingly, yet so perfectly in front of his face.

“What do you want, Steve?” The girl stopped in her tracks, turning to face the boy, pressing the pause button on her Walkman with a frustrated expression. He was the last person she wanted to see right now—especially after how he treated Jonathan.

“I just wanted to say sorry,” Steve began to speak, his expression uncharastically sincere, but the girl's eyebrows furrowed as she shook her head, stopping the boy mid-sentence as he observed the girl.

Y/N wanted to believe that maybe—just maybe, Steve Harrington wasn’t the guy everyone said he was, that she thought he was, to even hear him out, but after what he did to Jonathan… it was out of the question.

“Save it for Jonathan. You didn’t break my camera,” Y/N spat, beginning to storm away, pressing play on her Walkman. As she walked, she suddenly felt herself get pulled back by her arm. She turned, her gaze meeting Steve’s determined one. 

“Look, I mean it, what I did wasn’t…” He started, but his words trailed off as he noticed Y/N wasn’t even listening. She blinked at him, the faint sound of lyrics slipping out from her headphones. The girl gave a condescending smirk as she raised her brows, lifting her hand to point at her headphones, making it clear she couldn’t hear a word he was saying.

Steve huffed, his frustration evident. “Fine,” he muttered, his tone more defeated than angry. “If you want to be like that, then forget it. But just know... I really am sorry, okay?” He sighed, shaking his head as he turned away, his footsteps heavy as he walked off.

Y/N stood there, watching his retreating figure. It’s always been easy for her to tell when someone is being insincere, and Steve Harrington was full of it. It was until she saw the look on his face and the way his shoulders slumped before he walked off, his muffled apology that she could hear, echoing through her ears. For the first time, she actually felt bad for brushing him off.

“Y/N!” Nancy called, and the girl looked up to see her standing at Jonathan’s car, giving a small wave. With a sigh, Y/N paused her Walkman and walked across the parking lot to her friend.

“What did Steve have to say?” Nancy asked, her tone casual, but her eyes giving away her curiosity as Y/N approached Jonathan’s car.

Y/N exhaled sharply, leaning back against the cold metal of the vehicle. “He tried to apologize,” she muttered, glancing away, adjusting her headphones on her neck.

Nancy nodded, her expression softening, though something flickered behind her eyes—something Y/N couldn’t quite place. 

“How are things with him, anyway? I mean, with all this happening… have you two even talked?” Y/N questioned, turning to look at her friend.

Nancy gave a half-hearted shrug, stuffing her hands into her jacket pockets. “Not really. He’s been acting like an asshole lately, disappearing and avoiding anything serious.” Her voice was tinged with disappointment, as if she’d been holding onto more than just frustration. “I don’t know what’s going on with him.”

Y/N’s lips curled into a hesitant, wry smile. “Honestly, Nance? He’s not worth your time. You deserve someone who’s not gonna run off when things get bad.”

Nancy looked down, kicking a small pebble across the pavement. “Maybe you’re right,” she murmured, although Y/N could sense the hesitation in the girl’s voice.

𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐫

Jonathan’s car pulled up at the edge of the woods, where Hopper’s trailer was nestled among the trees. The setting sun cast a golden hue over the forest, and the shadows stretched long and thin. Y/N stepped out of the Ford, her hand gripping the strap of her shoulder bag.

“Thanks for the ride,” Y/N said, giving a quick smile to Nancy and Jonathan who sat in the front seats.

“No problem.” Jonathan replied, nodding slightly, his words trailing off. His eyes were still clouded with the weight of everything going on, almost as if he felt like he was carrying the world on his shoulders. 

“We’ll see you tomorrow, call if you need anything.” Nancy added, her arm hanging out the passenger window.

Y/N gave one last wave before heading up the small, creaky steps of the trailer. Jonathan’s car disappeared into the distance, leaving her alone with the growing silence of the woods.

Inside the trailer, the air was still. Hopper wasn’t home yet, and the absence of his presence made the place feel emptier than usual. Tonight was their night, it was tradition—Friday night movie and dinner, established a few weeks after she moved in.

The girl moved to the living room, grabbed her bag, and pulled her sketchbook out of it. She picked it up, flipping through pages filled with various drawings—some of Hawkins, others of her friends, and more recent ones of her nightmares. Settling onto the couch, she began to sketch, the pencil gliding over the paper almost automatically.

Time passed, and the shadows outside grew longer. The clock on the wall ticked away the minutes, each one feeling like an eternity. Y/N glanced at it occasionally, waiting for Hopper to come home. As the hours ticked by, there was no sign of him. She even tried calling his office, but there was no answer.

Assuming he’d gotten caught up with work, as he often did with everything going on—Y/N tried to focus on her sketching. Eventually, exhaustion began to creep in. She set her sketchbook aside, turning off the lights in the living room.

Y/N changed into her pajamas and climbed into bed, pulling the covers up to her chin. She stared at the ceiling for a while, listening to the distant sounds of the woods. Just as the weight of sleep began to pull her under, a faint sound stirred her from the edge of unconsciousness—rustling outside, soft but deliberate, like the shuffle of footsteps through fallen leaves. 

Y/N’s pulse quickened, and she laid perfectly still, straining to hear more. The noise stopped as abruptly as it had started, leaving only the whisper of the wind. She exhaled slowly, telling herself it was nothing, probably just more deer passing through the woods, though unease lingered just beneath her skin.

With that and the weight of the next day on her mind, it was safe to say she didn’t sleep very well that night.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

As morning arrived, Y/N was deep in sleep she was finally able to catch when the sudden abrupt slam of her bedroom door yanked her back into consciousness. She bolted upright, her heart pounding, only to find Hopper standing in the doorway—his eyes wild with urgency.

“Hopper?” The girl gasped, clutching at her heart as she was startled, trying to shake off the disorientation. “What the hell?”

Y/N rubbed her eyes as Hopper barely even spared the girl a glance. He began rummaging through her room, his movements erratic, checking behind furniture, under the bed, inside her closet—even opening the fire alarm on her ceiling. 

“Just looking for something, kid,” he muttered, his voice gruff with tension. He looked rough, his hair messy and clothes untidy, covered in sweat stains.

Y/N drug her hand over her tired face, trying to make sense of the situation. “Looking for what? What’s going on?” 

Hopper’s movements were frantic, avoiding eye contact with the girl. “A bowtie—for Will’s funeral. It’s in a few hours and I… uh, I can’t find it.”

“A bowtie?” Y/N repeated his words in disbelief, blinking. “You’re tearing apart my room for a bowtie?” 

She knew Hopper well enough to recognize when something wasn’t right, and he had no reason to be rummaging through her room this early, especially for a bowtie supposedly in a damn fire alarm. With that, Y/N’s tone turned serious, eyeballing the man. “Hopper, seriously, what’s going on?”

The chief finally paused his search, his shoulders sagging for a moment before he straightened up and turned to face Y/N. “I got caught up with work last night. I’m sorry I missed our movie.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes, feeling a mix of frustration, like he wasn’t telling the full truth. “Caught up with work? Really, that’s it?”

Hopper finally met the girl’s gaze, his eyes softer but still clouded with worry. “Yeah, really. I’m sorry, kid. It won’t happen again.” 

Y/N watched the man for a moment, narrowing her eyes, trying to gauge his sincerity. There was something in his expression, a hint of something he wasn’t telling her, but she decided to let it go—for now.

“Alright,” Y/N sighed, leaning back against the headboard. “But you owe me an extra movie night. With takeout.”

Hopper managed a small, tired smile through his mustache. “Deal.” 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬

Family and friends of the Byers family gathered around Will Byers’ funeral. The sky was a bright, cloudless blue, with the autumn sun casting a gentle warmth. A cool breeze swept through the cemetery as the leaves rustled and carried a somber chill through the air. The turnout consisted of most of the town, with lots of faces Y/N didn’t recognize.

The girl stood next to Nancy and the Wheelers, with Hopper behind her, offering a hand on her shoulder for support. Nancy’s little brother—Mike, and his friends were in front of them. Y/N glanced around the unfamiliar crowd, seeing Jonathan front row next to his mother, Joyce Byers, with what seemed to be his father. He carried the same unsober expression her own father did.

Dustin elbowed his friends and gestured toward a girl their age who was crying, giving a small smirk as he looked in between Lucas and Mike. “Just wait until we tell Will that Jennifer Hayes was crying at his funeral,” He grinned, and the boys smiled, until Mrs. Wheeler leaned in to shush the boys. 

Y/N couldn’t imagine losing such a close friend at that age, it made her heart ache. It made sense they’d be joking like that—they’re probably in denial. Although there was a chance Will was alive, what were the odds the boys knew about that?

Tears and sniffling flowed freely as the casket slowly descended into the earth, each person paying their respects by tossing flowers into the grave, a final tribute to Will. The air was thick with grief, a poignant silence hanging over the mourners as they watched, united in their sorrow.

Guests offered their condolences and farewells to Joyce, whose dark brunette hair framed her face, her worried brown eyes unfocused, lost in a distant stare. Her expression was a mix of grief and disbelief, as if she was caught between worlds. It made Y/N sick to her stomach.

Hopper made his way toward Y/N, her eyes caught in the sunlight, reflecting a quiet contemplation. She watched the people around her, deep in thought, feeling the weight of the moment and the shared sorrow that enveloped them all.

“Hey kid, your friend is giving you a ride home, right?” Hopper asked, snapping Y/N out of her reverie, her mind racing.

“Yeah—yeah.” She looked up at Hopper, nodding.

“I’ll see you later kid,” the man put a hand on the girl’s shoulder, walking past her to approach the Byers' mom. Then another familiar voice sounded, and Y/N turned around to see her friends, Nancy and Jonathan—ushering to follow them. 

The three sat down a distance from Will’s burial site against a fence protecting a grave, far enough away from the crowd. Jonathan began to pull out a map, opening it between Y/N and Nancy, the girls leaning in to find markers of where the monster they were looking for had been spotted.

“It’s all so close,” Nancy noted, her eyes scanning the map. Jonathan nodded in agreement, meeting Nancy’s gaze, their eyes almost lingering for too long.

“Yeah, exactly. It’s all within a mile or so. Whatever this thing is, it’s not traveling far.” He shook his head.

“Are you saying we go out there?” Y/N asked cautiously, raising her eyebrows.

“We might not find anything,” Jonathan added, glancing at the map again.

“And if we do see it… then what?” Nancy questioned, her voice steady, but with a hint of uncertainty. She had a point. The group paused, the solemn murmur of the funeral guests and the occasional sound of cars passing by the roadway filling the silence.

“We kill it.” Jonathan’s voice cut through the uncertainty, his voice firm.

Moments later, the girls found themselves standing by a car Jonathan had mentioned belonged to his dad. The boy rummaged through the passenger compartment, his fingers brushing against cold metal before he pulled out a pistol and a case of bullets.

“Are you serious?” Nancy crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing. Y/N glanced over her shoulder, her nervously eyes darting around to see if anyone had noticed what they were up to.

“What? Do you want to find this thing and take another picture of it? Yell at it?” Jonathan protested, slipping the weapon into his suit jacket before closing the car door with a thud.

“This is a terrible idea,” Nancy muttered, shaking her head as she folded her arms tighter across her chest, uncertainty gnawing at her.

“Yeah, well—it’s the best we’ve got. You could tell someone, but they’re not going to believe you.” Jonathan spoke as he approached the girls, adjusting his jacket. He turned to Y/N, his gaze steady. “Are you in? Ditch Hopper’s rules for once.”

Y/N hesitated for a moment, feeling the weight of their decision—then hesitantly nodded. The sunlight caught her features, making her expression resolute. “I’m in. Let’s go.”

After the funeral, the trio retreated to a secluded clearing in the woods. The golden light of the setting sun filtered through the trees with birds chirping happily. As the sky began to turn shades of orange and pink, they took turns firing the stolen pistol at a makeshift target—old cans perched on tree stumps. 

Nancy grinned as Jonathan fired off yet another round, missing the cans entirely. "You’re supposed to hit the cans, right?" She teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement. To say the least, Jonathan was a terrible shot. He had fired at least ten rounds, and hadn’t hit a single can. 

Jonathan lowered the gun, his eyebrows raised in mock seriousness, catching her playful tone. “Well, actually,” he said, glancing her way, “you see those spaces between the cans? That’s what I’m aiming for.”

“Oh, perfect strategy.” Nancy shook her head with a smirk, shooting back the sarcasm. 

Jonathan was a quiet kid, he and Y/N hadn’t spoken a word to each other in class before this all happened, and she hardly ever saw him engaging with anyone. Over the past few days, it seemed easy for Jonathan to talk with Nancy, even though it wasn’t easy for him to talk with people in general. He seemed to open up to her in a way Y/N hadn’t seen before.

“Have either of you ever shot a gun before?” Jonathan questioned, looking between the two girls. Nancy and Y/N exchanged an unsure glance, before looking back at the boy. 

“Have you met my parents?” Nancy scoffed, shaking her head. “What about you, Y/N?”

“Well, my dad tried taking me hunting once… and I didn’t have the guts to kill anything. That was the first and only time he took me.” Y/N shrugged, and the word “dad” rolled off of her tongue with a sting.

“Understandable.” Jonathan nodded knowingly as he reloaded the gun. “I haven’t shot a gun since I was ten, my dad took me hunting for my birthday and made me kill a rabbit.”

“A rabbit? Poor thing…” Y/N frowned, her brows furrowed together with sympathy. “Yeah, I guess my dad thought it would make me more of a man or something… I cried for a week.” Jonathan recalled.

“Jesus,” Nancy muttered under her breath, though her gaze avoided both Jonathan and Y/N. “What?” Jonathan smirked, his eyes lingering on Nancy’s. “I’m a fan of Thumper.”

“I meant your dad,” Nancy let out a breathless laugh. 

“I guess my mom and dad loved each other at some point, but… I wasn’t around for that part.” Jonathan shrugged, finishing up reloading the pistol. Nancy reached out for Jonathan’s hand, carefully gesturing for the firearm, their fingers gently brushing against each other.

“Here, just point and shoot.” Jonathan pointed at the cans on the stumps, and Y/N noticed the way Jonathan’s gaze softened when he looked at Nancy.. “Great advice,” Y/N mumbled, rolling her eyes with a smile, watching as Nancy hesitated for a moment. 

Y/N sighed before adding, almost offhandedly, “At least your dads took you hunting. Mine usually just... hit the bottle instead.” Nancy and Jonathan both glanced at her, the momentary lightness shifting to something more somber.

“I don’t think my parents ever loved each other.” Nancy murmured. The vulnerability in her voice made Y/N feel for her, not even the most seemingly perfect people have perfect lives.

“They must’ve married for some reason,” Jonathan offered, though his voice sounded distant, like he was unsure if that reason even mattered anymore.

Nancy let out a dry laugh, her lips pressing into a firm line as she steadily raised the firearm toward the cans. “My mom was dumb, my dad was older. He had a cushy job, money, and came from a good family. So, they bought a nice house at the end of a culdesac and started their nuclear family.”

“Screw that,” Y/N muttered, the words coming out sharper than she intended.

“Yeah, screw that.” Nancy repeated. Without hesitation, she squeezed the trigger. The shot rang out, and a can flew off the stump with a loud clatter, her precision catching both Y/N and Jonathan off guard. 

Jonathan blinked, impressed, while Y/N let out a low whistle. “Damn, Nance, remind me not to piss you off.”

Nancy allowed herself a small, satisfied smile as Jonathan handed her more bullets, his hand lingering just a second too long on hers. Y/N caught the subtle glance he gave her—the one Nancy seemed oblivious to, but couldn't quite shake off.

The group ventured further into the darkening woods as the sun dipped below the horizon. The cold air grew sharper, their breath visible in the dim moonlight that filtered through the trees above. Each step was accompanied by the crunch of dry leaves beneath their feet, the sound blending with the rhythmic chirping of crickets. The forest felt alive, the night thick with anticipation as they pressed on into the shadows.

Nancy stopped in her tracks, her eyelashes fluttering as she looked around—as if she heard something. She wore dark blue jeans and a light red jacket with fleece covering the inside, her hair tied back into a ponytail. 

“What, are you tired or something?” Jonathan snapped, growing tired of the group walking around in circles. He held a bat in hand with a shoulder bag on the other arm, stopping to look at Nancy, as Y/N glanced around the forest, trying to figure out what she was doing.

“Shut up,” Nancy whispered, listening to the sound of the woods. 

“What is it?” Y/N asked quietly, her leather jacket hugging her frame with a white undershirt, paired with light blue jeans to compliment the brown leather. 

“I heard something…” Nancy replied, her eyebrows knit together, prompting the group to investigate the noise.

They hurried toward the sound, their flashlights cutting through the darkness like beacons. As they approached, the beams of their flashlights fell on a gruesome scene—a deer lying on its side, its body matted with blood. The creature's chest heaved with labored breaths, and its whimpers of pain filled the night air.

“Oh, god.” Y/N knelt in front of it, examining its injured state, with the others standing behind her. “It looks like it was hit by a car,” she gestured at the wound.

“We can’t just leave it like this,” Nancy announced softly. She glanced at Jonathan, who was holding the pistol. With a resigned sigh, he extended the gun to her from inside of his jacket. Nancy hesitated, her hands trembling as she took it, her finger hovering over the trigger. 

She struggled to pull it, her breath shaky—but Jonathan could see the hesitance in her eyes. Sensing her reluctance, he gently reached out. “I’ll do it. I’m not a kid anymore."

Nancy gave the boy the weapon, and the two girls watched as Jonathan raised the pistol, aiming at the deer’s head. The silence grew tense as they waited for the gunshot to go off, watching the deer suffer. Its breaths were heavy, legs kicking around in pain. Y/N couldn’t help but feel bad for it, knowing this was the very last few seconds of its life.

“Not to rush you or anything, but this is really starting to freak me out,” Y/N muttered as her eyes scanned the darkening woods, every faint rustle putting her more on edge.

Jonathan tightened his grip on the gun, eyes locked on the deer lying in front of him, kicking its legs out in pain. “I know, just—just give me a second,”

Just as the boy’s finger tightened on the trigger, the deer suddenly vanished—yanked backward into the dense brush with a violent rustle. The group jumped back in shock, their gasps filling the air as the deer disappeared into the shadows with no trace.

They stood frozen, eyes wide with fear, hearts pounding in their chests as they tried to process what had just happened. An eerie silence settled over the woods, broken only by the fading rustle of leaves where the deer had been dragged. No one spoke, but the same question hung heavy in the air—what the hell could have done that?

The group shined their flashlight into every corner of the woods surrounding them, looking for any sign of the deer. The teens continued following the trail of blood, growing more cautious with each step. The deer’s blood trail had abruptly ended, leaving nothing but unsettling stillness in its wake. They paused, their breath hanging in the cold night air.

Nancy's voice trembled with fear. "Where did it go?"

Jonathan, gripping his gun tightly, scanned the surrounding woods. "I don't know," he said, his eyes darting through the deepening blue shadows. "Any more blood?”

Y/N scanned the ground, her brow furrowed. She let out a slow, frustrated sigh. "No… nothing," she whispered, shaking her head. "It’s like it just vanished."

As the group dispersed without a word, tension hung thick in the air. Minutes ticked by as Y/N wandered through the woods, her flashlight cutting through the darkness but revealing nothing. The deer seemed to have disappeared without a trace—with no sign of where it could’ve gone to, or what took it.

Turning to find her friends, Y/N spotted Jonathan standing alone. She squinted into the darkness, searching for Nancy, but finding no sign of her. She panicked, aiming her flashlight toward every surface around her, before turning to Jonathan.

"Jonathan, where's Nancy?" Y/N’s voice wavered as she swung her flashlight toward him, the beam catching the panic in his eyes, his expression mirroring her worry as he frantically searched the area.

"I don't know," he stammered, his gaze sweeping the empty woods, desperately scanning his surroundings. "She was—she was just right here! I swear, she was right here!"

A cold sense of dread washed over Y/N as the woods seemed to close in around them, the silence becoming suffocating. The darkness in the woods felt alive, as if something was watching from just beyond the trees. Nancy was gone—vanished without a trace, and they could be next.

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[heller-castiel]

🥳🥳It’s my birthday!🥳🥳

celebrate by reading some of my old fics

Bobby Day - Sam and Dean don’t have a mom to celebrate on Mother’s Day - they just have a Bobby.

This’ll Be The Day That I Die - “They had this song, before they got married, that they loved. Cheek to Cheek, you know? And they’d look so damn sad when it’d play on the record, even though he asked her to marry her to that fuckin’ song. Had to tell Sammy to stop playing that record cause they hated to be reminded of their marriage so much.” Dean swallowed. “Hell, the song feels more like a funeral march than anything else after a childhood of that. Promise me? Promise me we won’t be like that? Together and hating each other for it?”

Castiel took in a mouthful of smoke and lied. “I promise.”

Or: The American Pie (by Don McLean) fic

Holy Palmers’ Bloody Kiss - It’s nice, getting to take care of his family, getting to heal his family. Dean’s always been looking out for everyone else, was raised for it, bred for it even, and he’s made his peace with that. Held his baby brother in his arms and he knew what he was made for, going to sleep in beige hotel rooms stained in dark browns and reds with a baby in one hand and a revolver in the other.

He’s never gotten to offer healing, saving, before. It’s the first time since he was a kid that looking out for family didn’t mean guns and death and revenge.

Goodnight, Moon - Cas shifts in his arms, turning to face Dean, and just as Cas wants to hold him, Dean is ready to be held in return. Their left arms reach across their chests where they are pressed together, and they do not clasp hands but rest the backs of them against each other, and Dean’s right arm falls to rest on Cas’s hip just as Cas’s right falls to Dean’s hip, and together they let their foreheads rest on each other’s.

Or, Cas has insomnia sometimes. Dean brings him back to bed.

You Can Start to Make it Better (Beautiful Beautiful Boy) - Dean goes to bed with Cas on the night Jack's finally ready to reform heaven and give up his Godly powers; but before he does, he pulls Dean into heaven to bring someone back, one last time.

Or: Dean Winchester works through his mommy issues with some heavenly therapy.

if you ran away, just come home - Dean wandered, after. The night that Chuck died, subsumed into Amara, he had silently climbed into his car in the dead of night, walking past Jack's room, past Sam's room.

In his room, Sam laid in his bed with Eileen, and felt the air displace itself around where Dean slipped past in the hallway, instincts attuning him to movement just as they made Dean move soundlessly, without a thought to it. but Dean didn’t think of that. Dean only thought of moving, getting out, going -

Going to something the bunker couldn’t be, anymore. Something he couldn’t ever go to.

But he had to go.

[igotanidea]

Crawl back to you: Jason Todd x reader

Summary: Mexican!reader celebrating dia de los muertos, going throught the process of grieving after Jason's dead and her process of getting better through the years with a little plot twist at the end.

Thank you @thefandomdiaries07 - I played with the idea somewhat, hope you'll like it.

Disclaimer: this is not, in any way, a hate on religious belief, the reader's attitude just fit in the plot. (no offence to anyone meant here, truly)

***

Dia de los muertos.

Day of the Dead.

Despite her origin and upbringing Y/N never really felt connected to this celebration.

Remembering people who died and who she was too young to remember in the first place felt just … weird.

Of course, her mother, aunts and grandmothers got her involved in preparing the ofrenda and preached her about the importance of preparation for the souls’ arrivals but she always did it only half-heartedly, putting on a fake smile and pretending to enjoy the festivities.

But deep down she felt like a freaking hypocrite, while in fact not feeling anything.

And when her family moved to Gotham, out of all places, it got even worse. Poor girl felt conflicted, unaccepted, unsure of who she was and dealing with identity crisis, going as far as renouncing her ancestry to fit in the crowd. She was a teenager what else could you have expected.

Anyhow.

A few months passed and she got used to that god forsaken, lawless hole, keeping herself a bit away from her family, even if technically she was still living the same house. But with her struggles with ethnicity and traditions, she was a bit of a black sheep of the family, having not many true friends and spending most of the time alone,

recklessly wondering alongside the streets, pretending to be a freaking globetrotter. 

 And that was how one day she got involved with the batfamily, starting from being saved from an assault, by the Batman sidekick, Robin.

Jason Todd.

Whose name she learnt a few weeks later, having lost all the hope to see that red, green and yellow bird boy ever again.

However, surprisingly, those two clicked fast enough and even though they were technically still young  teenagers something bigger than friendship started creeping in.

He kissed her for the first time when they were 15.

And it was magical, romantic and send her into a spiral of love and dreams and worries and thoughts about future.

It was pretty much prefect for a whole year, as they somehow managed to make it work despite being forced to keep their relationship a secret from both families.

Imagine the panic that would spread in her family if they knew she was in love with a vigilante.

Imagine the panic that would spread in his family if they knew he told his identity to a girl he fell for.

That was obviously a no go.

So they kept on meeting in secret.

Almost every night she sneaked out of the house to check out on him after patrol and he was escaping Batman’s watchful gaze to have at least a few hours together alone with .

But one night changed everything.

He went to search for his biological mother.

And she should have stopped him or tell him how reckless he was being or do anything to dissuade him from this idea. Instead she laid her head on his shoulder, holding onto him tighter, kissing his lips briefly and making him promise he’d report to her the second he gets back.

A promise he never kept.

***

 “Hello? Who’s this?” she picked up her phone, blissfully unaware of the news that was about to fall upon her.

“Hey… um… is this Y/N?” an unrecognisable male voice reverberated on the other side

“Yes” she frowned “Who is this?” the girl asked again.

“My name’s Dick Grayson. I’m Jason’s older adoptive brother. We’ve never met but… I know you two were close…”

Wait. Did he just say were close?

“What – what happened…?”

The receiver fell from her hand, tears flooded her face and her heart broke in half.

***

His funeral was probably the worst day of her life, even though she couldn’t remember much more than the see of blackness, plenty of people she knew from Jason’s stories but saw for the first time and some meaningless words of consolations.

***

YEAR ONE

It had been eight months since his death and she was still grieving, unsure if the pain in her chest would ever subside or the tears would ever dry.

In that short time, she had become very close to Jason's brother, Dick, who was the perfect definition of an eldest child and had sort of taken her under his wing (pun intended). After everything with Jason and everything in between, she couldn't and didn't want to stay in Gotham, a place that was a painful reminder of the past.

Y/N took a different route every time she came across the places where they hung out or where they first kissed and where they secretly met at night and considering the fact that Gotham wasn't that big, it was slowly becoming impossible to move. And going to school and seeing couples and happy people was like a shot to the heart, making her a walking fountain almost every school break.

She felt a sudden need to get away from everything and moved to Bludhaven, where she started a new school and where Dick made sure she was safe and (as much as possible, meaning not much at all) happy.

It was October and dia de los muertos was right around the corner, of which her family was kind enough to inform her, inviting the girl to the family celebrations, and mentioning the resulting obligations of the living.

Making her angry at first.

Angry and with the sense of unfairness and stupidity of life. You’re there one second, enjoying the presence of the loved ones, and then, in another second you are just gone and it’s like you never really existed.

What was the point of life, apart from constant suffering and uncertainty of tomorrow?

 This whole celebration freaking sucked, and she was not going to celebrate the death, having loved and lost the most important person in her young life!

But…

Once she got herself into that spiral of thinking, Y/N slowly started feeling something more than annoyance at her nation’s cultural habits, overwhelming depression and lack of any motivation to move on. Maybe…

It was the first time she had someone she knew to remember. And to hope that maybe, on this special day, his soul  were walking amongst the living and watching her from the other side even if she could not do the same.

Maybe…

And if he was, maybe it was her only chance to somehow communicate with him, tell him all the words she kept hidden in her soul, that never found a way out. Perhaps from the silent beating of her heart he would feel the love that was still there, the longing, the needing and the fact that despite being gone, he wasn’t and would never be forgotten by her.

Her eyes grew wide and she jumped off the bed, gathering all the necessities and beginning her work.

***

“Y/N?” Punctual as always Dick entered the apartment, carrying the box with her favourite takeout. It was their Thursday tradition to have some good food and hang out together and he was not going to be a breaker. But he definitely did not expect to see his friend kneeling on the floor in front of something that looked like a tiny stairs, painted in red, green and yellow ending with an arch. It was decorated with something he recognised as salt, candles, water and marigold flowers. And the whole apartment smelled like lavender for some reason. “Y/N? What are you doing?” he put the food on the table, seriously concerned by her mental state.

“Oh!” she almost jumped at the sound of his voice, turning around to face him. “Hey, Dick. It’s just a little celebration.”

“Of what?” he frowned, not understanding a thing. “What is this?”

“ofrenda” she explained, like it was the most obvious thing in the world, but his confused gaze made her realise that maybe not everyone were familiar with the festivity. “an offering.”

“An offering? Of what? To who? And why?”

Y/N almost rolled her eyes.

“I thought Bruce made you go the private school. Don’t you know anything about dia de los muertos?”

“I thought you were done with your national customs?”

“I was…” she sighed deeply reaching for the picture she was about to hang in her little altar. Jason, smiling, happy at some point back in time, that was never supposed to go back. She took the photo at one of their walks in the park in the autumn, with the sun shining and colourful leaves falling down from the trees. “but things have changed…” Y/N whispered, caressing Jason’s cheek on the photo, her eyes still shining with love and affection, but also tinged with sadness. “I miss him…”

“I know, Y/N. I miss that little prick too.”

“Yeah, he was a prick, wasn’t he? And an asshole, sometimes.” She chuckles as Dick sat on the floor next to her. “I bet if he’s around he’s annoyed at us bad-mouthing him.”

“If he’s around?”

“Yeah, the whole point of this day is that the souls come back to earth to visit us.”

“so it’s basically something like Halloween.”

“ more or less so. But cut the haunting part.” She smiled a little “We can’t see the deceased but we can feel them…”

“do you?”

“do I what?” Y/N frowned at his question. “Do I feel him?”

“Yeah. Sorry if it’s too soon or too bold thing to say, Y/N…”

“It’s not. It’s okay. I can’t exactly feel him, but it doesn’t mean he’s not here. We both agreed he was a prick sometimes, maybe he’s just hiding from me. Just to tease me. But that won’t stop me from calling upon him even from beyond the grave.”

She stood up and put the picture at the top stairs.

“Hey Todd, if you’re somewhere there, I’m not gonna go easy on you. See you next year, you little asshole.”

YEAR TWO

“Hey, Y/N, I dropped by decorating store and bought some things for your ofrenda this year, wanna take a look at them?”

YEAR THREE

You know, Dick, I’m not sure if Jason would appreciate us using the cape here….

“Your limiting my imagination….”

“I don’t care. I’m in charge. Remove it, now”

YEAR FOUR

 Did you make the ofrenda without me, Grayson!?

YEAR FIVE

No way in hell she was going to let Dick take charge this year. For the past four of them he was growing more and more fond of the day of the dead, starting from assisting and doing shopping ending on going behind her back in finalising his own crazy concept. And finally, the tide had changed and Y/N had to put her foot down.

“What do you mean  you want me to leave?!” Dick cried out the second she told him what punishment she chose for him “Y/N! Why?! It’s so unfair, I – “

“You hijacked my preparations last year. And two years ago. And to tell the truth, three years ago as well!”

“I didn’t – ok, fine…” he raised his hands in surrender “but you can’t blame me for that! It’s really fu-“ he stopped in the middle of the sentence.

“You wanted to say funny, didn’t you?” Y/N raised an eyebrow and Dick blushed a little. Maybe it was a bit inappropriate and unfortunate word to use.

“NO! No I wanted to say… um…” Dick was desperately searching for more accurate wording, also starting with fu, but obviously the alternatives were even worse.

“See that’s the whole point. You kind of missing the message of the day. Yes, sure, it’s supposed to be fun way to honour the dead and tame death in some way, but still it’s also supposed to be at least a little bit of an opportunity to stop for a second and think about things and people.  I really appreciate your positive attitude and it’s not like I’m kicking you out, but...”

“but you do.” Dick smirked and nodded with understanding.

“I just feel like I need to be alone for a while, ok? It’s been five years and at his point I feel like I sometimes need to focus to even remember his face without a photo. It’s all becoming a blur, lost in the joy and amusement. And I don’t want that. I want to remember.”

“Is that why you never gave any boy any chance to –“ he cut out again without really thinking what he was saying.

“Grayson… “ she trailed warningly.

“I’m out! I’m out! Don’t hit me!” he rushed towards the exit. “Just call me when it will be safe to come back, ok?”

“Got it. Now get out!” she chuckled, closing and locking the door behind her friend.

Every little word she said was true.

She wanted to remember.

She had to remember.

It was the only way to fill that little dent in her heart, that Jason left when he died. She couldn’t just let go of him, even though Dick was probably right, and after so many years she should have moved on.  But both her heart and her soul refused to do so.

Maybe you only get one chance to meet your soulmate and Y/N was close to sure that  Jason has been hers.

”It’s better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all" she whispered the quote to herself while reaching for Jason’s photo she chose for this year’s decoration, turning them over in her hands for a while, looking at the face of a 15 year old she used to know “I wonder what you would look like now. Bet you’d be even more handsome and all the girls would be jealous I got such a catch.” She laughed a little “Hope you don’t hear me now, cause god damn, that would be such an ego booster for you.”

“You don’t look so bad yourself.” The sudden male voice coming from behind her made her jump (almost the mirror situation to the one that occurred five years ago when Dick found her preparing the ofrenda). But this time it was not Dick standing in her apartment.

“What the actual fuck!?” she yelled taking a fighting stance she learned from Grayson, knowing it would not help her at all due to the shaking of her body at the view in front of her.

“Handsome, huh?” Jason Todd in the flesh, absolutely not dead, brushed some unruly hair from his forehead, looking at her with a playful expression

“¡Estas muerto! ¡Eres un fantasma! ¡¿Qué está pasando?! Cómo –?“ as usual when she got nervous she started using Spanish. (you’re dead! You’re a ghost! What’s going on?! How-?)

“Baby…” Jason took a step forward, hesitantly. “Baby…” he opened his arms “I;m not dead, I swear to you. I-“

She cut him off by diving into his embrace, holding him tightly, wanting to make sure that he wasn’t just a friction of her imagination and needing to feel his warmth, the beating of his heart and his breathing.

“You’re really here!” she cried out, tears falling down her cheeks like a waterfall when she nuzzled into his chest. Honestly, she didn’t need any explanation, at least not at this point. She only wanted him close, afraid that if she let go for as much as a second he would disappear again. “Swear to me this is not a dream…” she muttered, against his shirt. “Swear to me.” Her entire body shook from the shock, she felt so small in his arms, but also safe as never before. It was like after five long years she got home again, that this missing part of her heart was found, and immediately jumped into the place reserved solely for him, unrepleacable. She was whole again and that was what count.

“Baby…. Oh, my sweet girl…” Jason wrapped his arms around her, caressing her back and hair, pulling her even closer, wanting to comfort her, to give her all that love and peace she was deprived of for what felt like ages. “I’m really here. I’m here. My baby… I’m back to you.” He whispered, closing his eyes, feeling equally, if not more emotional than her. He’s been through hell but the only though that made him keep on going was her. His angel. His joy. His only source of light in the eternal darkness that seemed to surround and swallow him. His grip on her tightened and he hoped to convey all these unspoken words to her through hugs and caresses and the gentle brushing of his lips against her temples.

“I love you…” she sobbed desperately, blurting out the only thing that was on her mind at the moment. “I missed you and I love you and –“

“I know baby. I love you too. And I promise you, you’ll never have to worry about hanging my picture in your altar ever again. Ever. I’ll crawl back to you every time and not even death can stop me from being with you. ”

And they just stood there, next to something that was supposed be an tribute to not-so-dead Jason Todd, holding and hugging each other tightly, creating the little bubble only for them two and being so very happy cutting out the entire world and reality, lost in daydream that happened to be the upcoming future for two people that have loved, have lost, and luckily, have found a way back to each other.

Talking could wait.

Silence, in the company of the only person that mattered, came first.

[lleonnoell]

Asking as the only Paul fan ever (/silly) can I hear,,, more ab your rendition of him.

Of course!

Unfortunately, as I’m sure you know as a fellow Paul diehard, not much is known about him :((

So, here’s my info that I hc him with, and how I see him!!

Appearance: as you’ve seen from my drawings, I hc him with curly blonde hair, a bulky build (little less muscular than Darry!), and green eyes. He has a distinct mole under his right eye! (Our left) and a little tooth gap.

Personality: he’s very loud and outgoing in public, trying to conform to the social standards he believes he is supposed to. In private, he’s quiet and sweet, always joking around and laughing. You can almost always catch him with a smile on his face.

I believe he met Darry in a similar manner that Steve and Soda did. Kindergarten roles around, they’re in the same class, except there’s that distance between them. Darry was by himself because he was a greaser, he was smart for his age, too. Paul sat beside him because he liked his little kid jersey.

They loved talking about football. All day every day at school, they definitely got in trouble a few times for it. I like to think, too, that Darry’s parents didn’t get married until Darry was born. Paul came, and was their flower boy :))

When he was younger—his tooth got knocked out while playing tackle football with his friends! His tooth came back in crooked, so that’s why he has the tooth gap.

Him and Darry would always go to each others houses and watch football on TV (when Darry’s dad wasn’t hogging it)

Paul would hang out with Darry’s friends too, and his brothers. He loved the gang, and enjoyed their company.

Onto the sadder stuff :((

Paul has religious trauma from his dad. Really badly. He loved Darry, but he would never admit it. I hc him as pan, but obviously he says he’s straight.

As the years went on; Paul realized how socially unacceptable their friendship was. He started coming over in secret, only hanging out with him during school hours when they had football, not standing up for him anymore when the other football players would say something about him being a “grease” and a “hoodlum”—it broke Darrel.

The fall out:

One day, later on in their senior year, Paul is hanging out with Darry. They’re at Darry’s house, on his bed just… talking. After a bit of silence, Darry looks over to Paul, a serious expression on his face.

“… I’m not going to college, Paul.”

That… broke Paul. They were supposed to be best friends forever, always together, go through college together, play on the same football team professionally, get the same job—Paul said some hurtful stuff.

“I knew it! You’re just like all of them, all the others-“ “What’s do you mean by others Paul?” “Like all the other filthy greasers!”

They fought, Ponyboy and soda broke it up, and Mrs Curtis made Paul leave.

They didn’t talk after that.

Paul went to the Curtis parents funeral. They were like a second set of parents to him. He loved them, but he didn’t let anyone know he was there. He stayed far away in the back. He waited until everyone left to say his condolences. He left a present on the Curtis porch that night as a present for Darry, a sorry for not being there. The Curtis parents died on Darry’s birthday and maybe—just maybe, if he was there?… they’d be ok.

He always felt bad. He was never the same.

As you can see from my art of him, he had some bad habits when he was younger as well.

If you’ve got any further questions, lmk!

[only-the-moon-will-tell]

The Kids Aren't Alright by Fall Out Boy

As he walks down the sidewalk, so many people pass by him all smiling and laughing. It makes him smile a little, seeing the good that has happened over the years. He walks into his favorite coffee shop, he likes the soft music that is played there, reminds him of when he was younger and more innocent. As he walks up to the cash register the barista seems to look familiar. He freezes cause it looks exactly like someone he had lost years ago.

“Sir, are you ok? Sir?” The Barista called out to bucky. “You sound just like them” He mumbled to himself. “What was that? Do you know what you want to order?” The barista looked confused, but he assumed it was because of his mumbling “Oh sorry yeah can I get a large caramel iced coffee.” The barista inputs it in the register “and can I get a name for the order?” “Jamie” After he pays the barista says, “Alright sir if you go down to the other side of the counter that’s where you will get your drink, have a nice day.”

You and Bucky had been best friends since you were kids.You two would talk about everything there was no secrets you kept from each other, even his little crush on the twig Steve Rogers, you accepted him with open arms when he came out. It seemed that nothing could separate the two of you. Then the war happened and Bucky got drafted.You were terrified the whole time he was gone and when the war ended he never came back, You couldn’t bear it, he was your rock. So many years you spent crying and learning how to live life without him by your side. You somehow managed to go through life without him. Something seemed wrong as the years passed on you didn’t seem to age at the rate of everyone else. You look like you were 23 at the most, having not aged a day. So you had gotten your name changed and had a funeral, so that no one would suspect anything.

5 years ago, you had discovered Bucky was alive from watching the news, when you first saw him you cried for so long. “My jamie is alive, He’s alive” Even saying his nickname felt weird to say after all these years. You were so ecstatic, but you also learned that he was brainwashed for a long time. You make the decision to keep your distance and not come in contact with him as he probably has no memory of you. You couldn’t bear the thought of seeing him and you were nothing but a complete stranger to him. You would rather save yourself the heartache.

You have recently relocated and found a job as a barista. It seems like a regular Saturday morning rush. Then you see a face you had only been able to see through screens and photographs. Bucky came up to the counter and you couldn’t believe your eyes. You wanted to jump across the counter and hug him so bad but you were unsure if he remembered you. You try to act as unfazed as possible. When you asked him for a name, he said Jamie and you almost cried right then and there. He remembers you or at least some of the memories the two of you shared. After you rang up his order you asked for someone to cover for you up front, you claimed you felt ill. You went home to your apartment and slid down the wall hugging your knees to your chest as you cried. You cried because he remembered you. You cried because he remembers all of the things you two had been through together. Mostly you cry for yourself as you know you can’t tell him that it’s really you. He seems to be doing just fine the way he is, you don’t want to ruin that for him. Nightfall comes and the street signs illuminate your room. You made the most difficult decision you could have, and that’s to remain dead.

“In the end, I’d do it all again I think you’re my best friend Don’t you know that the kids aren’t al- Kids aren’t alright?”

[tisamustdie]

"The Black Parade" lyrics ☠️

Lyrics masterlist

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"Another contusion, my funeral jag/ Here's my resignation, I'll serve it in drag" The End.

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"When I grow up I want to be nothing at all" The End.

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"Save me (Get the hell out of here)/ Save me (Too young to die, and, my dear)/ You can't (If you can hear me just)/ Take me away (Walk away, yeah)" The End.

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"If life ain't just a joke, then why are we laughing? Dead!

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"To un-explain the unforgivable/ Drain all the blood and give the kids a show/ By streetlight, this dark night a seance down below/ There's things that I have done/ That you should never know" This Is How I Disappear

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"Who walks among the famous living dead/ Drowns all the boys and girls inside your bed" This Is How I Disappear

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"And now/ You wanna see how far down/ I can sink?" This Is How I Disappear

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"You can watch me corrode like a beast in repose/ 'Cause I love all the poison, away with the boys in the band" The Sharpest Lives

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"A light to burn all the empires/ So bright the sun is ashamed to rise and be" The Sharpest Lives

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"There's a place in the dark where the animals go/ You can take off your skin in the cannibal glow/ Juliet loves the beat and the lust it commands/ Drop the dagger and lather the blood on your hands, Romeo" The Sharpest Lives

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"Do or die, you'll never make me/ Because the world will never take my heart/ Go on and try, you'll never break me/ We want it all, we wanna play this part/ I won't explain, or say I'm sorry/ I'm unashamed, I'm gonna show my scar/ And give a cheer for all the broken/ Listen here, because it's who we are/ Just a man, I'm not a hero/ Just a boy who had to sing this song/ Just a man, I'm not a hero/ I don't care" Welcome To The Black Parade

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"So take your gloves and get out/ Better get out while you can" I Don't Love You

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"Well I know a thing about contrition/ Because I got enough to spare/ And I'll be granting your permission/ 'Cause you haven't got a prayer/ Well I said, hey, hallelujah/ I'm gonna, come on, sing the praise/ Let the spirit come on through you/ We got innocence for days" House of Wolves

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"And bury me in all my favourite colors" Cancer

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"Oh, my agony" Cancer

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"We'll let the fires just bathe us" Mama

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"Mama, we're all full of lies/ Mama, we're meant for the flies/ And right now, they're building a coffin your size/ Mama, we're all full of lies" Mama

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"Oh, mother what the war did to my legs and to my tongue/ You should've raised a baby girl, I should've been a better son/ If you could coddle the infection, they can amputate at once/ You should've been, I could have been a better son" Mama

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"We're damned after all/ Through fortune and fame, we fall" Mama

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"So raise your glass high, for tomorrow we die/ And return from the ashes you call" Mama

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"Three cheers for tyranny/ Unapologetic apathy" Sleep

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"Just sleep/ Just sleep/ Just sleep/ Just sleep/ Wake up/ Wake up/ Wake up/ Wake up/ Wake up/ Wake up" Sleep

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"But if you're troubled and hurt, what you got under your shirt/ Will make them pay for the things that they did" Teenagers

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"I hate the ending myself, but it started with an alright scene" Disenchanted

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"About a lifelong wait for a hospital stay" Disenchanted

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"I spent my highschool career spit on and shoved to agree/ So I could watch all my heroes sell a car on TV/ Bring out the old guillotine/ We'll show 'em what we all mean" Disenchanted

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"So many bright lights to cast a shadow" Famous Last Words

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"I am not afraid to keep on living/ I am not afraid to walk this world alone" Famous Last Words

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"'Cause I see you lying next to me/ With words I thought I'd never speak/ Awake and unafraid/ Asleep or dead" Famous Last Words

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"I'm the kind of human wreckage that you love" Blood

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"Well my gun fires seven different shades of shit/ So what's your favorite color, punk?" My Way Home is Through You

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"We're not to give a compliment or sing about the government/ Or oxycontin genocide, adolescent suicide/ I'll give you my sincerity, don't give a fuck about a Kennedy/ Here's what I've got to say" My Way Home Is Through You

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"Sometimes you scrape and sink so low/ I'm shocked at what you're capable of" Kill All Your Friends

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"I was killing before killing was cool" Kill All Your Friends

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"And I can't tell if I've been breathing, or sleeping, or screaming, or waiting/ For the man to call, or all of the above/ 'Cause mostly I've been sprawled out on these Cathedral steps/ While spitting out the blood and screaming/ "Someone save us!" Heaven Help Us

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"'Cause I'll give you all the nails you need/ Cover me in gasoline/ Wipe away those tears of blood again/ 'Cause the punchline of the joke is asking/ "Someone save us!" Heaven Help Us

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"Heaven help us now/ Come crashing down/ We'll hear the sound/ As you fall" Heaven Help Us

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"Sometime you do things/ You have to do to survive" Emily

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"And if you open up your heart and stay so far away/ But you are all the same/ And if you maybe find a better way to love me, then/ You are all to blame" All the Angels

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This album is mother fucking insane dude

[notchemicallybalanced]

My takeaway from seeing 4 of my favorite bands at When We Were Young 2024

The Used:

I don’t have much to say from their set other than they did a really good job. Super high energy and exciting :) I had a great time singing Take It Away since that’s one of my favorites by them! There were a lot of very passionate fans and that’s where I had more positive fan experiences! There was also fire and I totally fucked with it

Pierce The Veil:

You guys weren’t lying when you said PTV had really sucky crowds. There were so many people pushing and shoving their way up to the stage, being totally aware that they being assholes. Other than that, PTV did awesome :) i’m going to say that for every band, but I really enjoyed PTV’s set! The stage was super cool and I freaked the fuck out when they played Hell Above. I sort of wish they had a Hold On Till May girl, but it was super cool seeing Jenna McDougall singing it. OH and King For A Day went so fucking hard!! Kellin and Vic did so well performing together!! Shoutout to the tall guy behind me who offered to record King For A Day for me given the fact i’m 5’1 and had to reach my phone up to heaven in order to record the stage

Fall Out Boy:

Holy fuck I can’t even describe how awesome their set was. They performed a couple songs from each album, the props and their clothing changing to fit every era! They had pre-recorded videos that lasted 30 seconds to show the transition into their next album and it was awesome! I can’t even describe how hyped up I got. Some of my favorite songs like Grand Theft Autumn / Where Is Your Boy and This Ain’t A Scene It’s An Arms Race were performed and I lost it. I stuck more to the back of the pit after the PTV experience and still had an awesome time, though the crowd wasn’t as excited as I was. I don’t know if it was my spot, but so many people were sitting on the ground on their phones, which really sucked since I was hoping the crowd around me would be just as excited. Other than that I think Fall Out Boy was amazing and they put on my favorite performance of the night. Patrick Stump my beloved 💞

My Chemical Romance:

I was anticipating My Chemical Romance the whole night given the fact they were my favorite band. Their set was a lot more simple than I expected, their clothing being all black with images of flowers blooming and swords in the ground popping up on the big screen behind them. The screens that filmed the band were black in white, which added onto the funeral feel of their performance. I’ll be honest, I expected more :( I HATE to be saying that but it felt very simple. That being said, they still did amazing and I loved seeing them! It was a dream to be there and I knew all the lyrics to their songs! The crowd was also a lot more energetic which made me happy! I also cried during Disenchanted lmao but it was very beautiful seeing everyone’s flashlights and seeing other people just as passionate about the song as you. That moment along with Sleep were the most memorable for me, both being such striking performances. In conclusion, I think the MCR set was awesome and in no way am I complaining when I say I expected more 😭

Thanks for coming to my ted talk

[ahgasegotarmy116]

Still With You | A Jeon Jungkook Series | Chapter 5

Summary: Jungkook comes to pick you up for your "date". Pairing : Luna (reader) x Jungkook and Jimin, f2l love triangle Word Count: 5.7k~ Warning: Explicit Language, a panic attack and mentions of death by car accident (nothing graphic) a/n: I already had this written so I thought I would post the next part to kind of fill up the gap before the next update for Just Take It Start from the beginning

After coming back to the store from my meet up with Jimin I can't help but space out while, waiting for time to pass by. Jungkook's coming to pick me up for our "date" as he likes to call it soon and I get a bit nervous thinking about how things are gonna go. I hope he likes what I have planned but knowing him, he would probably enjoy doing anything as long as we're together. 

That's why our friendship work so well. We can literally be laying down on the floor and staring at the ceiling and still have so much fun just talking about anything and everything. Then once we run out of things to say we never feel pressured to keep the conversation going. We just sit in comfortable silence. 

I do admit that half the time when that happens I end up falling asleep, but Jungkook doesn't seem to mind. He'll just sit there or lay there next to me and play with my hair which only helps me fall into an even deeper sleep. My favorite place in the whole world is when I'm with him. I just feel so safe that it doesn't even matter where we are. 

I can't help but smile thinking of all the times we've spent together and how much he's helped me since the beginning. He was there for me when I got my first period and even though he didn't know what was going on, he still stayed with me and helped take care of me. We were in middle school but he still showed that sense of maturity in him that I always admired. Although I wish some of it would've rubbed off on me. 

I feel like I've still got a lot to learn and I'm still so naïve when it comes to a lot of things. Jungkook is there for me when times get tough that I'm not sure if I could've gotten though half of the things I've gone through if it wasn't for him.

The time that Jungkook and I met wasn't the happiest time in my life and but somehow he showed up and helped me through it. We met on the day of my parent's funeral. 

I was only six and I was in the car with them but I was the only one who survived. Everyone came back to my old house after the funeral service was done and I just couldn't handle being there without my parents by my side anymore so I ran to the park and hid on my own behind a tree and cried my eyes out. 

I hadn't cried since the accident happened and I knew that if I broke down in front of everyone or went to my room I would just get scolded. They would probably say I was being selfish and some of them resent me because my parents didn't survive, especially my grandmother. 

She used to be kind and loving but once my parents died she blamed me for taking her son away from her. She even told me that she would trade me for him if she could when it hit the ten year anniversary of their death. 

The time she said that was the last time I ever saw her. I was seventeen and done with being reprimanded for the fact that I survived. They act like I was the one who caused the crash or that I could've somehow prevented it. 

While I was crying at the park after the funeral a little boy came up to me because he had heard me crying. 

Some kids might tease you for crying or try to figure out why you're upset, but not him. He simply sat next to me and stayed with me until I calmed down. He asked me what my name was and I told him and he offered up his name right after "My name is Jungoogie but my real name is Jungkook. But you can call me whatever you want" he said simply with a smile. 

He reached out his hand to help me up off the ground and asked me if I wanted to play with him. I was hesitant at first but said okay and we played for hours before he had to go. "I'm sorry Luna but I have to go now, my mom says dinner is ready. Do you wanna play again sometime?" he said with a cute bunny smile. I noded my head in turn, happy to have made a new friend.

He waved goodbye and ran off towards his mom "Meet me back here tomorrow and we can play tag!" he yells turning to me and waving once more before running down the street back to his house. After that day we played together everyday after school until it was time to go home. 

I moved to a different part of the city when we got a bit older but Jungkook begged his mom to send him to the same school as me and so we could stay together. We were in the same class, we joined all the same clubs, we even had the same backpack. We were inseparable. 

Grey came along later and with how antisocial and lonely she seemed most days in class I couldn't help but adopt her into our friend group. She had come in at the middle of the year school year in 6th grade and I just wanted her to have at least one friend. 

I know I hated being left out when I was younger so I just kept bugging her everyday until she finally accepted the fact that I wasn't gonna leave her alone. From then on the three of us have been the best of friends. Although most days Grey still acts like she can't stand us I know that she loves us in her own way.

Once I start to come out of the fog that is my daydream I realize that it's almost time for him to come get me. 

"I so excited for tonight!" I gush to Grey. "Did I ask?" she responds checking out her cuticles sounding uninterested. "Oh come on I know you're just jealous" I say nudging her shoulder teasingly. "Jealous? Of you and Jungkook? I'm just happy you two are gonna leave me alone for the rest of the night. Just make sure to finish up your share of the work before you leave" she says reminding me that I am in fact still on the clock. 

"Shit, yeah about that" I start off tentatively. "No Luna you've been slacking off all night, you cannot leave me to do all of your work for you" she says ready to cut me off before I can even ask. "Oh come on, I promise I'll make it up to you I swear! Plus you came in late today so I could've had this all done if I wasn't left alone for so long" I say guilt tripping her. She rolls her eyes and I can see her defense slowly crumbling. 

"Lunch for a week" she huffs out. "Thank you thank you thank you! You're an absolute gem!" I say giving her a quick squeeze. "Yeah whatever, can you at least straighten up the snacks over there until he comes to pick you up?" she says waving her hand over towards the shelves in question while scrolling through her phone clearly becoming more and more uninterested in my existence. "Yup you got it!" I say while heading over to take care of it.

I end up humming some random song while rearranging all of the various misplaced items. I wonder if I should buy some to go along with the other food I brought. I ponder this while putting the finishing touches on the section. "Guess who" I hear someone say behind me while covering my eyes. 

"Kook! Happy Friendiversary!" I say while turning around to give him a huge hug. "Happy Friendiversary Luna but haven't I told you to stop day dreaming while at work. Someone could really end up sneaking up on you or wor-". I hold my hand up to stop his lecture before it goes any further. 

"No more nagging tonight, it's a special occasion right? Let's just relax and have a good time alright?" I say bringing my hand down and grab his in turn. "Wow Noona when did you suddenly become a rapper?" he says with a cheeky smile. I lift my arm up to hit him but he dodges before I can make contact. 

"Alright alright no more nagging" he says, finally giving in. I thought for sure that he would try to protest a bit further but luckily he decides against it. "Are you ready to go?" he asks starting to perk up again. "Yep last thing is for us to pick out some snacks and drinks before we leave and then we'll be good to go. Do you have anything in mind?" I say already knowing his answer but I can't help but want to see the joy on his face as he picks out his favorite snacks. 

"Yes, and I'm paying!" he says, rushing around the store. "But wait I was the one who mentioned it!" I say in protest. "Yeah but you brought the rest of the food right?" he says. "Touché" I respond, shaking my head.

Once we're done I grab the picnic basket, my bag and some blankets from the back and we say goodbye to Grey as he leads me over to where his brother's truck is parked. "Wow is it just me or does this look a lot nicer?" Jungkook chuckles at me in response. "No it's not just you. He got a newer version of the same model" he informs me. 

"Oh okay that makes sense! Looks like it's a bit smaller though" I say concerned about the space. "Yeah it looks smaller but I promise once you get inside it's actually quite spacious. Why are you worried about that though? You've been very secretive about this whole thing so I'm starting to get anxious" he teases. 

"Hey have I ever let you down?" I say walking around to the passenger side and getting in. "Yes, multiple times" he responds with a straight face, answering the question very seriously in a way to tease me further while he goes and gets in on the driver's side. Leaving me scoffing in response while getting in the car. 

"Hey I'm just being honest here" he says with a mischievous grin on his face. "Do you really want me to list them off because it might take a while. Okay well there was this one ti-" "Okay okay I get it you can stop now" I say placing my hand over his mouth. I expect him to lick my hand in response like he always does but this time he decides to kiss it instead. I widen my eyes not sure how I should respond and I can feel my cheeks start to warm up. I yank my hand back after he decides to deliver a few more kisses clearly satisfied with my reaction.

"Why are you being so weird today?" I ask, laughing it off. "I don't know what you're talking about" he says ,sitting back to put his seatbelt on. I mirror his actions and try to shake off the butterflies that had suddenly crept up on me. He backs out of the parking lot and flawlessly with one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the back of my headrest taking quick glances to the back when necessary. I can smell his sent from here and I can't help but feel myself getting intoxicated by it. 

"You okay?" he asks, looking over at me now having turned his body a bit more to gain a wider view out the back window to make backing up a bit easier which ends up making our proximity closer than what I had anticipated. I mentally curse myself for glancing down at his lips which he clearly saw me do since he currently has his full attention on me. 

"I- um- yeah I'm fine" I say getting a bit flustered yet again. "You sure?" he questions further with a slight chuckle. "Mhm" I respond, afraid I'll say something stupid. 

"Okay so..." he starts, "So?" I question by echoing him, feeling a bit perplexed. "Are you gonna tell me where we're going or am I gonna have to read your mind?" he teases again this time accompanied with a half smile that makes my heart flutter. "Oh yeah my bad, just go here" I say putting the address into the navigation system. He glances over at me and shakes his head while making the first turn out of the parking lot.

"Okay spill there's clearly something going on with you" he says not giving up on me. "I'm just nervous about tonight. I'm afraid you might not like it or think it's weird" I say giving an excuse that isn't totally truthful but it'll work for now. 

"Luna you know that as long as we're together I couldn't care less what we do. Now just take a deep breath and pull up your playlist, you're the DJ this time" he says while handing me the aux cord. I glance over at him with childlike joy as I quickly plug my phone in and start playing some of our favorite songs. 

The atmosphere starts to get a bit more comfortable after I start to loosen up with the music and I eventually forget why I got so nervous in the first place.

"You know I really missed you" he says all of a sudden glancing over at me. "What makes you say that?" I say chuckling a bit at the random sentiment. "Can't a guy just miss his best friend? I feel like it's been ages since I last saw you" he says with a slight pout. "Kook you just saw me a couple days" I say laughing again. 

"So? I like spending time with you" he say defiantly. "Well unfortunately that's what happens when you grow up. We're not kids anymore Kook" I say starting to feel a bit sad at the fact. "Hey no sad talk! We're supposed to be having fun right?" he says pushing away those negative feelings. 

"Yeah, you're right" I say admitting fault. "Why don't you tell me about your day" he says showing interest but still keeping his eyes on the road which gives me a chance to admire his side profile. I can't help but notice the scar on his face even in this dim lighting and I still remember how he got it. Time really does fly.

"Y/n" he says calling me back to reality. "Huh what?" I say embarrassed that I got caught staring at him. "How was your day?" he repeats chucking at my awkward demeanor. "Oh um, it was okay, not very eventful. Although I did see a man outside chasing a pigeon for a couple of hours" I say laughing at the memory. 

"What? Why?" he says with amusement and disbelief laced in his tone. "All I know is he never did catch that bird" I end shaking my head. "Sounds like the bird put up a good fight" he says, shaking his head in unison. "Any grown man that's crazy enough to chase a bird around is definitely someone I would not want to be around" he finishes. 

"What about that one time the bird in our 6th grade class escaped?" I say teasing. "I thought we agreed to never speak of that day" he says suddenly getting serious. "Oh come on, it was hilarious the way he-" "Nope shut up" he says cutting me off. "Ya! How dare you tell your Noona to shut up!" I say faking offense. "But I'll let it slide this time since it's our anniversary" I finish with a cheeky smile. He rolls his eyes as we continue our journey to our destination.

As as we come upon the small mountain range the navigation system soon signals that we've arrived. "Um what are we supposed to do here?" he says a bit confused. "Shhh don't worry about it. Just go up here and turn right when you reach the dirt road and follow it all the way up okay?" I instruct. "Alright, you're the boss" he says laughing it off and following my instructions. 

Once we get to the end of the dirt road we reach a gate with a 'Private Property' sign hanging on it. "Hey I thought you said we weren't gonna do anything illegal!" he yells after me. "It's not illegal! Just, you know, private" I say brushing it off. "Uh huh" he says not convinced. I wave him forward after having opened the gate. 

"Have you been here before?" he asks once he turns the engine off and starts to get out. "Once, with Grey. Her family actually owns this property so you don't have to worry about us being here. Okay?" I say going up to him and placing my hand on his arm. "Okay" he says smiling down at me. I fell myself falling into his star filled gaze which eventually reminds me of why we're here.

"Oh! Right I forgot to tell you what we're doing here" shaking myself out of the slight trance I had fallen into. He shakes his head at me and waits for me to continue. "Stargazing" I say with childlike joy. "I know we had always talked about doing it some day but there are just too many lights in Seoul that it makes it difficult to see them so once I came here I just knew I had to bring you!" I finish off looking out at all the stars. 

I welcome the comforting embrace I feel wrapping around me from behind. "You're the best" he says resting his head on top of mine. "I know" I say in amusement. "No for real this is amazing" he says encouraging me to look up at him. "I'm glad you like it" I say smiling up at him. I feel those butterflies from earlier start to flutter again and I have to drag my gaze back up towards the sky. 

"Should we start getting the stuff out of the car?" I suggest. "Yeah, in a minute" he says tightening his embrace around me. This moment feels way more intimate than I had planned for but I can't help but enjoy the feeling. After another minute or two I nudge his side in an effort to get him to release me, "Come on let's set everything up". "Okay okay" he says, letting go but not before placing a soft kiss on top of my head.

Soon after we've finished putting the final touches on everything I step back and admire our hard work. We've laid down some blankets and pillows in the truck bed and we have a picnic basket full of all the food I had prepared, paired with the snacks Jungkook bought and my laptop fully charged with Netflix pulled up. Jungkook gets into the back and makes himself comfortable. 

"So are you just gonna stand there all night or what?" he says teasing me for not getting in fast enough. I throw my head back in playful irritation, letting out a sigh and coming back up to give him a slight smile. "Then come here" he says with his arm held out to help me up. Once I'm up and go to sit down he holds onto my hips and guides me down to sit right next to him. If I was any closer to him I would be on his lap. 

I look up at him after settling in his embrace. "What?" he questions with a sheepish smile on his face. "Nothing I say turning my attention towards my laptop. "So what are we watching?" I question. "I don't have anything in mind" he says looking up at the stars. "Well are you hungry?" I question laughing at his indifference. 

"Can you just put some music on? I wanna stargaze for a bit" he says, keeping his eyes on the sky. "Sure" I reply, smiling at his concentration. I put a low-fi playlist on low and lean back into his embrace. We stay there and look up at the stars in silence for a while, enjoying the peace and tranquility of the moment.

"Hey" I say in a hushed tone looking up at him. "Hmm" he hums, bringing his gaze back down to me. "Penny for your thoughts?" I ask, feeling slightly breathless at the proximity. He decides go back to looking up at the stars before he starts to answer. 

"Just thinking" he says mindlessly. "About?" I question. "Stuff" he says. "What kinda stuff?" I say playing into his game. "All kinds of stuff" he says and I can't help but get tired of the guessing game. I playfully hit his chest in response, "Ouch!" he groans looking down at me while clutching his chest. 

"I thought we told each other everything" I say pulling away and facing him with my arms crossed over my chest. "You'll know soon enough" he says poking me in my side making me flinch. "Yah! I told you to stop doing that" I say hitting his chest again. "I'm sorry your reaction is just too adorable I can't help it" he says laughing at my irritation. "Whatever" I say exasperated 

"So are you hungry now because I haven't eaten since lunch" I say hoping he's ready to start eating as well. "Nah maybe later" he says sitting back and dragging me along with him knowing that I won't eat without him. "Hey come on I'm hungry" I say, dragging my words out. "Alright fine let's eat" he concedes, sitting back up and letting me go but not before giving me another jab in my side.

Once we finish eating and pull up a movie to watch I can feel him getting a bit restless. 

"What's wrong?" I ask, pulling away from his embrace, concerned with his demeanor all through out the night. "What makes you think somethings wrong?" he answers my question with a question. "You've been acting really weird, like I don't know, different. You're starting to make me nervous" I admit. 

"Nervous how?" he say sitting up and reaching out for my hand. "I don't know I can't really describe it" I say jumping a bit at the contact. "Try" he urges while starting to play with my fingers. "I feel like every time you touch me my skin starts to heat up. When you look at me I can't help but want to either look the other way or get lost in your eyes. When you get too close I start to feel butterflies in my stomach. I'm confused" I say looking away, embarrassed to admit it and contradicting my previous claim. 

"Are you sure I'm the one that's acting different?" he asks, trying to catch my gaze. "Why are you making me feel like this?" I ask, hoping he has the answers like he always does. "Do you wanna know what I was thinking about earlier?" he asks, coming closer and bringing his hand up towards my face to cup my cheek. "Yes" I say getting breathless again. "This" he says leaning in and bringing his face closer to mine.

"I-" I choke out looking down at his lips and back into his eyes once I realize he stopped right before making contact. "I'm not gonna do anything you don't want me to" he says while letting his breath fan my face. "It's your choice" he says glancing down at my lips. I wait a second hesitating before I take a quick breath and close my eyes before leaning forward just enough to make contact. 

It's a soft chased kiss, he tastes so sweet and I can't help but want more. It's over just as quickly as it had started and he pulls away slightly making eye contact and once he sees that I wanted it just as much as he did he leans in again, deepening the kiss and placing his hand on my waist in an effort to pull me closer. 

I oblige and make moves to do just that and he accelerates the process by dragging me over making me straddle his lap. "Hasty are we?" I tease. "Shut up" he says quickly going back in to continue kissing me like I might disappear if he stops. 

It all starts to get more intense once he starts to add tongue, leaving me pulling away for a second, resting my forehead against his in an effort to catch my breath. "You okay? Is this okay?" he asks sounding just as breathless as me. "Yeah just- just give me a second" I say trying to clear the fog that's clouding my judgement at the moment.

"Kook" I say in an effort to get his attention which is ultimately unnecessary since he hasn't been able to take his eyes off me since we started kissing. "Hmm?" he hums waiting for me to continue. "I don't think we should be doing this" I say worried about what his reaction might be. "Why?" he asks, searching my face for answers since I'm not getting them out fast enough. 

"I don't know it's just- well you're my best friend" I start off. "And you're mine" he says reciprocating my statement. "We've been friends since we were kids and I really don't want to mess that up. I care about you too much to do that and I don't want to lose you" I say looking down at my lap suddenly getting shy. 

"Hey" he says placing his finger under my chin to angle my face up regaining eye contact. "You're never gonna lose me" he says with a slight smile. "Well what if we do this and it ends badly? What if one of us gets hurt and we can't go back to how we used to be? What if-" I ramble off but am soon cut off by Jungkook's lips on mine. 

"You worry too much. Y/n it's just me and I'll love you no matter what. You know that right?" I turn away and look off to the side, shy under his piercing gaze. "Kook I-" I start. "Do you love me?" he says cutting me off again. "Of course I love you" I say looking back up at him. "No but do you love me? Like do you think you might be in love with me?" he clarifies vulnerability written all over his face. "Do you think you could fall in love with me?" he says above a whisper, looking back down at my lips waiting for my response.

"I don't know" I say getting off his lap. "Don't know what? You don't think you could fall in love with me?" he asks, pleading for an answer. "I'm confused okay. I don't know how I feel about everything. It's all gotten so complicated, I just- I don't know okay" I throw my head into my hands and feel myself tear up, overwhelmed with all these old and new feelings resurfacing all at once. 

"Luna" he says placing his hand on my thigh when he starts to see the onset signs of a panic attack. "Y/n come here" he says, pulling me closer, shielding me for the cold that had suddenly become more apparent. 

He's been there for me through almost all of my panic attacks and knows exactly how to get me to ride out the wave and gradually calm me down. He knows that I feel safe with him and so he makes sure to use that when I need it most. Pulling a blanket over the two of us he holds me in a gentle embrace and places soft kisses on my temple. 

"It's okay you don't have to say anything, let's just focus on getting through this. It's just me, I'm sorry if I scared you. I'm so sorry" he apologizes, rubbing my back and bringing me back down, hoping to soothe all of the muscles in my body that started to tense up and bring my breathing back to normal. I grab onto his shirt and tug on it in an effort to ground myself, still shaking I start crying into his chest which only worsens the tight feeling I have coiled up in my chest.

My panic attacks aren't usually this bad but for some reason it just started to wash over me. I haven't had a lot of time to process much of anything these days and even when I do I fill up that time with distractions in an effort to drown out all of the thought running through my head that make me dizzy. 

I started to have them around the time my parents passed away and after I met Jungkook. Looking back on it he didn't really do much of anything, he just sat there and waited patiently for me to stop crying, just like he did when we first met. But once we got closer it evolved to him holding onto me to help calm me down and talking me through it a bit. 

Ever since the beginning he wanted to make sure I never felt the need to hide and cry alone like that ever again. He wanted to give me more reasons to smile and laugh than cry. Or at least that's what he's told me. He starts to make an effort to make his breaths more audible trying to get me to follow along with him and I so the best that I can. 

Once I do I pull away and keep my eyes turned down, trying to hide my embarrassment. You think by now I wouldn't be embarrassed by it anymore but I can't help it. Once I stop sniffling and he hears my breathing get back to normal he grabs my face and wipes off my tear streaked cheeks with so much love and care. I didn't realize until now that he really has been in love with me for a very long time, I was just too naïve to notice. 

"You okay baby?" he asks with the term of endearment he knows brings me so much comfort. I don't let anyone but him call me that, it just feels so right hearing it coming from his lips, especially when he knows that I need him. I nod my head finally feeling a bit more grounded.

"Can I have some water?" I ask quietly. "Of course" he says and reaches around me to grab one of the bottles he had bought. "Thank you" I say after he hands it to me. He starts rubbing my back again while I gulp it down, suddenly feeling incredibly parched. 

"How long has it been since you had one that bad?" he asks cautiously hoping it won't cause me to start spiraling again. "A while" I say looking down, knowing it's a lie, and he sees right through it. 

"Baby please I wanna be there for you when things like this happen. You've gotta be honest with me or I won't know how to help you" I nod in acknowledgment. I can feel him reluctantly start to drop the subject but I know he doesn't want me to shut him out. 

"I-it was last month" I say, clearing my throat to help me get it out. "Last month? Why didn't you tell me?" he asks gently. "You were hanging out with your college friends and I knew you were looking forward to it so I didn't want to bother you" I admit. "Luna if you really need me, especially for something like this you can always call me. You are my number one priority, you come first" he says holding onto my hand.

I look up making eye contact, knowing he truly means what he says. "Okay" is all I can say in response, giving him a sad smile. 

"We should probably head out, it's getting pretty cold" he says, bringing his arms back in, rubbing his hands together in an effort to get warmer. "Do you think we could stay out here a bit longer? The stars look so beautiful right now" I ask, looking up at the sky feeling a bit better. He sees the change in my mood and realizes that I need this. "Let me get another blanket" he says showing his agreement. I nod my head and continue looking up, not sparing him a glance this time. 

He comes back around after having rummaged through the car in search of some hand warmers as well. "You're so smart" I say catching the hand warmer and opening package shaking them to activate it. "I know" he replies, copying my cheekiness from earlier. I roll my eyes and toss one to him. 

"Luna" he calls after me. "Huh?" I say looking back at him and I can't help but notice that he's wearing the kind of expression you would see someone make towards someone they truly love. "Come here" he says repeating his sentiment from not too long ago. I rush over to him, this time getting as close to him as I can after feeling a sudden breeze blowing past us.

"Jungkook" I say, "Yes baby?" he replies, looking down at me. "Thank you" I say, giving him a slight smile. "You're welcome" he says, mirroring my smile knowing that no more words need to be said. I feel myself starting to get lost in his eyes once again realizing that the most beautiful stars were in his eyes all along.

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HOTD SEASON 2X4 SPOILERS AND REACTIONS.

Babies we got our asses kicked today huh??!

I knew it was coming, I knew but that doesn't make it hurt less. As a matter of fact it hurts worse because I loved book Rhaenys and sure they changed and butchered her character somewhat in the show but that was Grandma and I loved her. I need Vhagar and Aemond dead bro. I'm not even playing I'm wishing for their downfall so hard right now. Rhaenys Targaryen was one of the greatest women in Westeros to ever live and stamp that. I'm not ready for the reactions of her family when they find out about her death. Baela, Rhaena, Jace, Corlys, Rhaenyra and the others just recently lost Luke and to lose her so soon after. I'll be sick. Her relationship with Meleys was so special to me. Meleys looking back at her for the first time during the episode and then taking her last look at her for the final time, I was in tears. I'll never get over this hurt. Her face when she realized that she wasn't going back home with Meleys and the fall 💔💔💔. I am not okay, I'm not okay. Rest in peace to them both.

Sunfyre I'm sorry you had that halfwit who barely knows his mother tongue for a rider even though that little nudge you gave him was actually super duper cute. Another one of my babies. Y'all don't think they rewrote the story to kill off Sunfyre because in the trailer for episode 5, Sunfyre wasn't shown.

Aemond I hate you! Living up to that kinslayer moniker. So we intentionally see him burn both his brother (honestly fuckin deserved and about time) and his dragon. Wonder how this is gonna play out, they better not give Aemond Baela's story arc. I'm so fuckin serious. That's it. I wanna fight.

Rhaenyra coming home to a tongue lashing was so satisfying. Jacaerys was fed up y'hear me. He was done. Her telling him about the song of fire and ice just like Vizzy T did for her warmed me a little.

Criston Cole shut the fuck up challenge. It happened years ago, it's time to let that hurt go. They let that old man read him for filth and spit on him just for me.

Alicent being potentially pregnant and having to take medieval plan b or is it medieval abortion medication is so funny to me. I wonder how crybaby Cole would take the news of her potentially getting rid of the child? It's gonna be a mess.

Jacaerys was angry this entire episode and I don't blame him. Why in a room full of adults with battle experience/tactics for the war to come does he and Baela have to act like the adults. On top of that his queen, the one who they're fighting for is just taking unnecessary stupid risks and not thinking like a leader. I'd be irritated asf too. The black council aside from a selected few are just a bunch of bickering childish idiots. Both him and Baela were tired. Baela and him stepping up and leading the council was so good. They literally fed us what could've been had they had a chance to rule. Westeros was robbed. Baela proving she's just as worthy as Jace is just *chefs kiss. One thing I could say about my boy is that he knows Baela could hold her own, she's proved it but he will never ever under any circumstances let anybody feel that they could dismiss her or disrespect her. Him letting that one goof know it's because of her they have actual information on some of the greens army and acknowledging her contributions, yeah they would've been both sat the throne. Ain't nothing like she's just a queen's consort with no power. They would've been co rulers fr. Him comforting her publicly when they brought up Daemon in front of the council no less, like he doesn't play about her. That's the kinda guy you want to be locked in for life with. Rhaenys looking on in the background was a parallel to the first time they held hands during the funeral and she came up to them and she peeped the same thing she peeped then. I know she knew that Baela was in great hands. 😭😭😭 Never beating the best couple in Westeros allegations.

They black council talking about Daemon probably having an orgy LMAOO, he's getting fucked alright. That man has not had one moment of peace since he stepped foot in spooky town and it's what he deserves. Laena being beautiful and haunting his ass, period boo and baby Rhaenyra wearing older Rhaenyra's clothes and the crown that was too big for her tiny head (symbolizing it was/is a burden) and tormenting him. Yeah I'm gonna have that on repeat.

Rhaenys already knowing Adam and Alyn are Corlys children before flying to her death and her informing him and that sweet scene with Alyn, I think she learned her lesson after the whole debacle with Laenor and his boys. That's growth. Wish we could've had more of that development on screen but what can we do.

It was honestly a solid episode. I'm exhausted this was probably a review too long and if you stuck around till the end thanks for reading my thoughts ❤️. Sunfyre, Meleys and Rhaenys didn't deserve that. Sending hugs.

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Grian, the only Bad Boy left Limited Life AU

Heavily inspired from this amazing animatic!

Can also be read on AO3 if you prefer it there :]

When Timmy was out of the death game first, Grian initially thought he’s gonna be fine. That he could manage the sad news since he knows that his friend had always died first in every game, whether Grian was directly responsible or not. It was fine because he still had Joel with him. He could manage it.

Until he heard Joel’s distressed words being cut off midway and a thunderclap accompanying it whilst Grian was too distracted in trying to craft another TNT minecart. Suddenly, the clock tower becomes extremely entertaining as he can only stare and gape at it. The lump is beginning to form in his throat as the memories flood his mind through wild flashing images, reminiscing all his short but joyful time with the boys together.

That time when Joel and Timmy recruited Grian to be the third Bad Boy.

That time when they were making terrible bad boy puns after the mansion was burnt down.

That time when they grind for materials and built the Bad Boys Bread Bridge for hours, only for Joel to push the TNT minecart at the edge in the end.

Killing people left and right (including themselves) by launching TNT minecarts on Skynet 2.0.

Being dubbed as the Family’s cousins and received a carpet that said “good guys at heart”.

Sneaking at the TIES’ base but failing miserably as they couldn’t stop themselves from giggling and almost forgetting their reason of going there in the first place.

Laughing themselves off and created a podcast to past the time as they climbed the ladder all the up to the second bread bridge.

Just pressing random buttons on the floor when he shouldn’t have and accidentally killed Timmy.

Bored himself to death and played Pokemon as he waited for Joel and Timmy to finish their killing spree, only to fail horribly and got themselves killed instead after all the elaborate planning.

Grian and Joel accidentally killing themselves when they fell off the ladder together coincidentally.

Seeing Timmy falling off the edge in slow motion as he could only stand there uselessly.

And then there were two.

Joel’s last words rang in his ears whilst the thunder rumbled, sounding similar to a laugh like it’s mocking him for being unable to protect his friends this time.

And then there was one.

…

Grian clenches his teeth as hard as he can, enough that they might shatter into shards as he scowls at the ticking clock tower.

It’s happened again. This is already the fourth one, yet he couldn’t do anything as everyone around him always die either directly or indirectly by his own hands.

When will this excruciating cycle ever end?

“We look like Men in Black, Joel!”

“Okay, well whatever. We're also in mourning. It's not my fault Men in Black wear suits! You also wear suits at a funeral, Grian.”

“Who wears sunglasses to a funeral?”

“People who don't wanna see- You know, they're crying, their tears are rolling.”

“Bad boys do!”

“Wear them so they don't see you cry.”

“Yeah, but yours are above your head and yours are on your nose. I'm the only one who's hiding my eyes.”

“You're the only one that cries.”

“True.”

Grian’s vision blurs as he reaches for his forehead, lowering his sunglasses to his eyes as the tears start to flow. Apparently, he needs the accessory as well.

From the distance, he can faintly hear footsteps heading his way. As the people stop behind him, he turns around to see Pearl and BigB looking at him silently, brows furrowing in concern.

“Hey, guys! I’m a Nosey Neghbour now.” Grian greets with a lively tone as he strains a smile so wide his cheeks hurt. “Come on, neighbours. Let’s, erm… let’s go back to our base.” He sprints away from what used to be bread bridge as fast as possible, hoping to keep it out of sight from his new allies as he hastily wipes the tears away with his sleeve.

He doesn’t have time for moping around when their lives are on the line. He still has a lot of work to do.

And then there were none.