#both of which im insanely proud of how they turned out (and shout out to my photographer because he did an AMAZING job)

[marquisecubey]

Dude! i need to say that seeing a post that I put a ton of thought and effort into despite it not being my main artistic medium (illustration) slowly catch up with and then actually SURPASS a different post in a fandom of similar cultural relevance that IS in my main medium (costuming)

it feels good!!! it's really cool!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[ingeniousmindoftune]

Shhhh….

WARNINGS! : Male receiving, blowjobs. Light language.

This is not my best work. I hate it but decided to release it anyway.

To the world, Roman was the ideal man. The perfect man, men wanted to be him, women wanted to be with him- women of whom, would only watch wrestling because they lusted after him. But you. You were different, from the beginning he knew you were special. He practically ran you down for your attention. You and his relationship was nothing more than a secret to the public, but very real and true to the both of you. You even had a private home together that no one knew about. Not even her father; whose a major investor in the network. Which is how you came in the picture, your father and you visited the set where WWE SMACKDOWN were filming, he wanted to know where his investments were going. During your visit, you met Roman behind the scenes as he was discussing his win. But he was soon distracted with your presence.

“Shit.” Roman hissed, licking his lips throwing his head back as you gave him head, your tongue swirling around his tip and head bobbing back and forth as he fucked your throat, “God damn!” He hissed pushing his wet hair from his face, you began to deep throat him, getting one of his ball sacks in your mouth, he was on the verge of releasing when there was knocking at the door. He groaned. “Yeah?” He answered holding your head, “You on!” You sighed backing up wiping the corners of your lips, standing to your feet as he put his dick back in his boxers, pulling up his pants. He licked his lips watching you walk to grab your toothbrush and toothpaste out your purse heading to the bathroom. “Alright. Give me a minute!” He shouted at the door.

He could see the annoyance over your face. You were growing tired of being a secret and he hated keeping you and his love for you a secret, you weren’t no one’s secret. Yet you were his secret. His secret lover. His secret wife. You and him had been married for a year and it’s surprising nothings leaked to the public. He sighed walking over to you, he took your hand in his. “Baby.” You turned to face him. “Hey, we can continue this later, I didn’t even cum yet.” He tilted your head up so you could look him in his eyes, “It’s not that, and I feel like a slut. Sucking you up in private like I’m some hoe, when I’m your wife. And having to wait before sneaking out of the room. This is fucking insane, Roman.” You shook your head, “I know. You think I like this? But if anyone ever found out about us, I’ll be out of a job. And we need this job, especially with us planning to start a family.”

“We can’t start a family if no one even knows about us. I just can’t keep doing this.” You scoff. You were fine but the minute there was a knock on that door and his face, you just became annoyed. “What are you telling me?” You looked at him and snuck out the room making your way down the stage, you smiled at the team going to take your seat in the audience and wait for your husband like every one else, I listened as every one cheered and some even boo’d him. The world didn’t like him since him and shield had a falling out, you placed your purse on the ground next to you. Your father looks over at you. “Princess, is everything alright?” You nod forcing a smile. “Yes daddy.” He smiled back returning to the view, you twisted the ring on your finger. Were you wrong for not wanting to be a secret?

You mean, You knew it’s rather sudden. One minute, you’re giving your husband head and the next you’re upset with him about doing it.

But, you had a reason to feel the way you did. He treated you like you were some damn groupie in that moment, but you weren’t. You were his wife. Roman walked out as his music played, belt wrapped on his shoulder. You couldn’t help but smile. You were proud of him, he worked hard to get that belt and he finally won it, you just hoped no one took it from him tonight. “That damn Roman!” Your father cheered. “Im betting good money on this tonight, he better win.” You slightly roll your eyes. “Daddy, please tell me you’re joking.” He chuckled. You knew what that meant. Your father hated losing, so for your fathers sake.. you hoped that Roman won tonight.

Roman looks up after winning the belt yet again, he was resilient. He made it out in one piece which was a a huge relief to you, his attention soon went from the cameras over to you. He felt bad about earlier, and he couldn’t shake it. He just wanted to zone every one out and spend some time with his wife, he wanted to be close to you. He wanted to show you that you were more than some groupie, or some woman of the night. Keeping your relationship private- he hated. But, as much riches and wealth he had, he didn’t want to lose his job. He loved it. Growing up all he wanted was this. And he loves you, but he also loves his job. When he asked you to marry him in Paris, he knew spending the rest of his life with you, it was all he could ever hope for. And when the times right, he hopes the two of you could sit down with your father and come clean… but in a more civilized and tamed environment.

You entered the room not to far behind your father, listening to your father go on and on and greeting Roman in a celebratory manner. Roman looked at you. “Hello, Y/n.” You nod your head. “Hi, Roman. Nice to see you again.” You place your hand on your dad’s back, kissing his cheek. “Daddy, I’m gonna be heading out. I need to get me something to eat and head home.” It was always weird when you told your dad you were going home, because home meant your condo in Beverly Hills. But home, was the home you and Roman shared.

“Alright, Princess.” You smile, making your exit. You got into your car and made your way to one of your favorite restaurants that you loved. Getting your favorite dinners and your favorite chef salad.

It seemed to be taking forever, Roman’s drive that is. He had been driving what seemed like an hour in a half in this pouring down and freezing cold rain, he was on his way to your condo with some food and your favorite desert, he knew you probably ate but he wanted it to be the both of you, he wanted to talk without going to bed angry with each other or the interruptions. Once you finally made it to her door, you dropped the bag of food, knocking at her door in his rhythmic knock. You slid your feet in your slippers, closing up your kimono. Unlocking all the locks, you place your hand on your hip and looked at your husband. Folding you arms, you perked outside then at him, “What’re you doing here, Roman? Outside my door, someone could see you.”

“Nobody saw me, you going to let me in or what?” You stepped aside.

Roman leaned down picking up the Chinese food, making his way in. You closed and locked your door, “I’ll get the plates,” you had already knew it was your favorite just from the scent. Combination Lo Mein and fried wings with shrimp egg rolls. Your stomach growled just thinking about it, taking down two plates you placed them on the coffee table in the living room. Sitting on the floor, he fixed both of your plates before placing the food on the dining room table and joining you. He poured up some Chardonnay and lit the candle he bought, and handed you a magnolia. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” He looks at you as he sat on the floor. “Can we talk about earlier?”

You swirled the noddles on your fork, “It’s nothing to talk about, I was just in my feelings.” You shrug. Roman wasn’t buying that, he knew you were still hurt behind it. “You know I don’t see you as a groupie right? Earlier, I didn’t want to rush or hide the fact you were in the room.” You tucked your hair behind your ear. “Roman. I don’t want to talk about this, I just want some sleep.” You started eating your food. “I love you.” He told you, you just didn’t say anything and continued to eat your food, once you were done eating, you racked out your plate and made your way up to bed with his hands in yours, reaching your bedroom, you pulled the covers back getting in first, he stripped into nothing but his boxers getting in behind you. Pulling you close to him.

“I love you, too.” You finally respond.

Roman watched you sleep. He couldn’t sleep. He heard you, he knew you wanted to not be in that bubble. That space where you were hidden, something you were never were in. You were never the type to be someone’s secret, roman knew that. He knew you wanted what you wanted. He loved how you never backed down. Reaching over he grabs his phone, he scrolled through it until he found a photo of the both of you- at your secret wedding- “I have a lot of things to be grateful for, but the one thing I can be most grateful in doing was choosing you to be my wife. I thank you for your love, I thank you for your support; it’s time the world knows about the true supporter in my corner. I love you.” Rereading the caption, he finally hit post. He sighed heavily just knowing the outcome…

@skyesthebomb

This sucked so damn bad 🥺 I’m sorry you all 😂🤦🏽‍♀️

[haikyuu-scenarios-drabbles]

Shower Friends (Miya Atsumu x F!reader)

The dorm you live in has co-ed bathrooms. Why that’s remotely a good idea is beyond you; and recently, your precious shower time is being interrupted by a certain blonde haired setter for the volleyball team. When he lies to his teammates that he has a girlfriend, somehow you get roped into his scheme.

genre(s): college!au, fake dating, angst, fluff, mutual pining, enemies to lovers (kinda), eventual smut  words: 2.2k

a/n: and here we are at the end, tbh im a little sad this fic is over, it was so fun to write and i am DEFINITELY more in love with Atsumu than i was before

one | two | three | four | five |

Epilogue 

Four years have passed since you and Atsumu finally got together, and this is the third year in a row he has an away game scheduled on your anniversary. It’s hard for you to actually be mad, he can’t control his schedule. But that doesn’t mean you can’t be disappointed.

And Atsumu hates that he’s let you down again. Wanting more than anything to finally spend your actual anniversary together instead of substituting for an early or late celebration. You’re a good sport, and he loves you for that, supporting him and his volleyball career without complaint despite his long absences and track record of missing important events.

Though the night before he’s set to leave, you’re sitting beside him on the couch, tucked under his arm while the two of you watch something on the TV. For the past few minutes, you’ve been fiddling with his shirt between your fingers and he knows you’re gathering the courage to say something. He’s pretty certain he can guess what it’ll be about too. And all he can do is brace himself when he hears you huff.

“What if you mysteriously came down with something?” You finally say.

He has to laugh at that. “That’s pretty diabolical of you.”

You shrug, already feeling silly you brought it up at all. It’s not really a big deal, but it’s been three years since either of you were even in the same country on the day you swallowed your pride and stormed into his dorm room to confess to him. Sue you for being a bit put out by it.

“Did you poison my dinner or something?” His heart lifts at the small chuckle he gets out of you from that.

“No, but don’t give me any ideas.”

He rests his cheek on the top of your head, eyes still on the TV as he jokes, “Besides, ya think they have any chance of winning without me?”

He feels your smile against his chest, then jolts at the jab you give him in the side. But still you say, “They’d be nothing without you.”

Pulling you into his lap, he cradles your face in his hands and looks at you seriously. And even after four years, you’ve never gotten tired of the way he looks at you—still like you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever laid eyes on.

“I’m sorry,” he says sincerely. “I know it sucks.”

“It does,” you pout.

Pressing his forehead to yours he murmurs, “I’d be with you if I could.”

You love these intimate moments with him, when you both let your teasing natures fall away and all that’s left is how much you love each other. Even after four years, it’s still abundant, and somehow still growing every day. So, you sink into his embrace and reply, “I know.” And you do. That’s what makes it bearable. Knowing that even though he’s off in some exciting country, playing the game he loves—there isn’t a minute that goes by that he doesn’t think about you.

“You gunna watch the game?”

It so happens that this year, his game landed on the exact date of your anniversary. When he’d found out, he’d vowed to make you proud; to make him being away so often worth it to you. And it makes his heart swell when you say without hesitation, “Of course.”

So, a couple days later as he’s about to leave for the airport, he tugs you to him, lowers his lips to yours and kisses you as if he’s going off to war or something. He knows it’s a bit overkill, but he doesn’t really care. He wants to do everything he can to make it up to you. And damn, is he slapped in the face with how much he loves you when you finally separate and you tease him, “Sheesh, you’ll be back in a couple days.”

His response is to kiss you again and again muttering between kisses, “Gotta get my fill now to tide me over.”

He only leaves when you’re practically shoving him out the door. “You’re going to be late!” He reluctantly let’s go of you, hefts his duffel over his shoulder, takes his suitcase in hand and heads down the hallway towards the elevator. On his way there, you shout, “Say hi to the boys for me!”

He smiles smugly, winking over his shoulder at you. “Will do.” Knowing full well his teammates are extremely jealous of him because of you. And why yes—he absolutely does love rubbing you in their faces.

Once he’s out of sight, your smile falters as you shut the door and turn to your now empty apartment. A sadness falls over your heart that’s familiar but unwelcome. You have to find something to distract yourself, otherwise you’ll just let yourself wallow, which you know Atsumu wouldn’t want.

On the night of your anniversary, you eat dinner at Osamu’s restaurant as you normally do on the nights of Atsumu’s away games. You sit at the bar alone, watching the game on the many TV’s around that Osamu always has on the sports channel when Atsumu is playing. Tonight, you notice Osamu chats with you more than he normally does, and you’re certain he’s picked up on your somber vibes.

He even sits at the bar next to you, talking with you about the game and doing an excellent job of distracting you from the hole Atsumu always leaves whenever he’s gone. Tonight, that hole feels even bigger than it usually does.

“He’s playing good tonight,” Osamu notes, his trained eyes fixated on the TV. No matter how many games you watch, or how often Atsumu talks about volleyball, you’ll never have the same understanding of the game that Osamu does.

Chin resting on your palm, you glance at him from the corner of your eye. “Is he?” To you, it always looks like Atsumu is playing well.

But you like listening to Osamu’s technical breakdown of his gameplay and aren’t opposed to helping his endeavor of distracting you. “He’s tuned in,” is all he says by way of explanation.

You watch the TV with newfound interest, noticing that Osamu seems to be right. Atsumu is normally pretty focused, but tonight whenever the camera shows a closeup of him, the look in his eyes is razor sharp. And yet, he’s still making those insane plays that catch his opponents completely off guard. You can feel your pride bubbling up in your chest like it does every time you watch him play, quirking your lips upward into a small smile.

You love how much Atsumu loves volleyball, and whenever you can you go to his games here in Japan because watching him on TV is nothing compared to in person. Plus, it’s way more fun getting swept up into his arms in the heat of the moment after a win than several days later when the excitement has died a little.

You watch Atsumu the rest of the game, noting how the closer they get to match point, the more tenacious he becomes. But unlike other times, when he gets too excited and starts making insane plays that might not work, he seems to be dialing in even further, pulling the best out of all of his hitters even when they’re at the end of their rope. You at least know enough about volleyball to appreciate just how amazing that is.

To your delight, the Black Jackals win, and as usual several of the players get interviewed afterwards. Somehow, Hinata and Bokuto are still full of energy despite playing a full match, speaking excitedly to the interviewer. The coverage switches to Atsumu’s interview, and you can’t help ogling him a little bit. He somehow manages to look good, his hair damp from sweat but eyes gleaming from the adrenaline of the match.

And as you suspect, like Hinata and Bokuto, he’s pretty amped after the game. Amped enough that he completely ignores the interviewer’s questions and looks right at the camera. Immediately, you’re struck by the feeling that he’s looking directly at you. “I’ve only got one thing to say and that’s happy anniversary to the lovely lady I got waiting for me at home.”

The interviewer flusters, changing gears quickly and trying to get Atsumu to comment more on his relationship, but all he does is give the camera his signature smile and a wink before turning his back to the screen and rejoining his celebrating teammates. You don’t hear what the interviewer says next. You’re pinned to your seat, stunned, until your natural reaction is to burst out laughing at his proclamation.

Osamu just eyes you curiously, a small smile splaying across his lips as you say, “Only Atsumu—I swear.”

He shrugs. “Hey, you picked him.”

“Yes,” you laugh. “Yes, I did.” And you really wouldn’t have it any other way, no matter how long or how many times he’s apart from you.  

You leave shortly after the coverage of the game has ended, bidding Osamu goodnight and thanking him for his company and hospitality. He waves you out, and once you’re on your way home, you’re suddenly overwhelmed by the loneliness you’ve successfully kept at bay until now. The thought of climbing into a cold bed that feels too big when Atsumu’s not there settles into the front of your mind and it’s hard not to spiral into the sadness that’s been looming over you all day.

You sigh, wrapping your coat tighter around you, trudging towards your apartment that you know is going to suffocate you with its silence. You know it’s pretty pathetic missing him so much, feeling sorry for yourself that you’re alone once again on this day, but you can’t help it. The hope that next year will be different is nearly gone by now, your determination to refuse to accept it finally broken.

Entering the dark apartment, you toss your keys onto the counter and make your way to the living room, fully intending on spending the rest of the night mindlessly watching some TV show until you fall asleep. Subconsciously, your thoughts wander to what Atsumu is doing right now. The team usually goes out after games, especially ones they win. And it’ll be a day or two until they leave wherever they’re at, so they have plenty of time.

Part of you aches at the thought of him out, having a good time with his team, while you’re here—alone, watching some lame TV show and feeling sorry for yourself.

What you don’t know, is that Atsumu has forgone the celebration tonight. In fact, he’s rushing to the airport to catch his late flight back to Japan. He booked this flight the day after he found out he was going to be gone again. He might not make it back in time to be there on the actual date, but he hopes the gesture is enough.

On the flight, he thinks about your reaction, imagining your laugh and beaming smile at the sight of him. Daydreaming about sweeping you up into his arms and kissing you until you’re both breathless and dizzy keeps him awake, though he doubts you’ll be when he arrives. That’s alright, he perfectly happy surprising you in the morning too.

He gets back to Japan in the early hours of the morning, and when he enters the apartment, he finds you fast asleep under a blanket on the couch, the TV casting a faint glow into the room. He smiles softly to himself, allowing himself a minute to appreciate how adorable you look. Leaning down, he finagles his arms beneath your shoulders and legs and hefts you into his arms to carry you to the bedroom. To his surprise, you don’t wake up. Instead, you mumble quietly, and his heart nearly bursts at how even in your sleep you press closer to him.

Tucking you in, he kisses you lightly on the forehead before climbing under the covers beside you. Pulling you into his arms, you fit nicely in his embrace, and he falls into an easy sleep.

~

In the morning, your eyes flutter open, blearily looking around and realizing you’re now in the bedroom. When did you move in here? Did you put yourself to bed last night without realizing it? It’s then that your eyes snap open at the realization that the apartment smells like breakfast. Heart thundering against your chest, you throw the covers off you and head towards the kitchen so fast you almost trip in the hallway.

Upon seeing Atsumu standing at the stove, his back to you, it’s hard to keep your feet under you. And without your permission, tears well up in your eyes so fast that a few drops are already sliding down your cheeks. You sniff to try and get a hold of yourself, which gets Atsumu’s attention.

He whips around to find you standing at the entryway of the hallway with tears streaking down your face and immediately his heart softens. “Happy anniversary, love,” he says by way of greeting.

You can’t stop yourself; your feet move before your brain can catch up with them, throwing yourself into his open arms. He squeezes you tight, and then your lips are on his, your fingers tangling into his hair pulling him closer as you slot your body against his. He can’t help chuckling at you, despite thoroughly enjoying this reaction to his surprise.

“I’m trying to cook breakfast,” he says between kisses.

You don’t think he’ll be very hard to convince to abandon the eggs on the stove. With one hand, you turn the burner off. “Don’t care,” you say, pushing him back towards the bedroom.

He happily obliges.

~

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[sc14-weirdo]

So what if the dead aka Wilbur, Tommy, Shlatt, and Mexican Dream (MC) combined into one ghost, hungry for vengeance/revenge?

Introducing,

《Glexinnbur Ghost》

A tiny story on how the fused into one Phantom/ghost (grab some popcorn while reading because this might be a long one):

Will, Shlatt, and MC saw how Tommy death went down. They were either angry, disappointed, sad about how it went and everyone reaction was.

Yeah they died but they asked for it, they completed their symphony, lived there lives to the fullest but Tommy never asked for his own, he didn't finish his life or his teen life yet, he just wanted to move on from his pain toward his own future.

A flash came and Tommy was seen on the ground near them. Wilbur rushed towards him to see not the loud, outgoing, energetic teen who bright up a room but a small, quiet, beaten down soul who just wants to live.

Tommy opens his eyes to the Schlatt and MC there. We then glances at the closest person to see Wil giving him a sad smile.

"Wilbur?" Tommy finally choked out from his mouth.

Wilbur softly chuckled then replied back, "When I meant see you soon I didn't mean like this".

Tommy stares at him before tears and emotions burst out from him. Wilbur quickly gave him a tight hug as Tommy cries on his shoulder, holding on to it like it's will be taken from him once again. He cries as he thinks he will never do this one last time, he cries like he never done before his entire life as he never had a chance to do it.

Never has he done it infront of his best friend, his brothers, his friends, his father and certainly not to Dream. Wilbur just sat there as he thinks of how the adults never gave the teens a chance to grow up properly, how they always bring the kids to fight there own wars, how they had to fix it while the older ones create new ones.

How Tommy, the loudest, the level headed, and the youngest of them all, had to give up everything for them but his actions were wasted in the end and had his life cut short.

Sitting there what seems like hours but only mere minutes, Tommy calmed down a bit only to here sniffiling and hiccups. Tommy looked at Wilbur and started to smile. He was happy to see his brother, his real brother, once again even if he was dead.

"Im so sorry", Wilbur whispered to Tommy's ear.

"Im so sorry for what you and the others had to deal with the actions caused by not you but others"

He apologized as he wiped the tears from Tommy face.

Tommy sadly smiles, "Wilbur, it's okay, honestly I forgave you long back and I deserved what happened to me-"

"Tommy no," Wilbur puts both hands on Tommy shoulders as he stares him directly into his eyes.

"Tommy, don't you even think that you deserve what they did to, what Dream did to you, what I did to you." Sure you made some people mad and break a few things along the way but your just a teen, a child who was forced to fight our wars. You gave up everything just to have peace and freedom back to us"

Wilbur eyes starts to blur as tears builds on his face,

"Tommy if anything, you deserve everything for what you've done and Im proud of you for it", Wilbur finishes his words as the tears falls from his face.

For once, Tommy was unable to say anything at that moment. He didn't know what to say but he did know what to do.

He quickly wrapped his arms around Wilbur giving him a hug once more which was returned not a second later.

"Are you really proud of me Wilby?" Tommy asked.

"So very much proud of you" Wilbur answered back.

....

"Did you really call Wilby again?"

"Ohh f**k off"

Wilbur laughed at that response.

After awhile, they both got up from ground to see Schlatt and MC looking at them with a smile.

Schlatt was wearing a light blue sweater with a tiny heart with stitches patches on his right. He looked much healthier and calm. He didn't look like the same guy who took over country and ruined it at the process.

MC looks the same, he still had that energy when he was alive before Dream un-alive him back then.

There was a awkward silence between them as Schlatt did execute Tommy best friend and exhile him and Wilbur from their own country.

*cough* "Hey kid, hope you've been doing well..."

Wilbur slapped his forehead at that response from him while Tommy raised an eyebrow.

"Seriously?"

"Im trying my best okay!"

"Was it Schlat?"

"Ohh look whose talking"

"Well listen here you shi-"

Wilbur and Schlatt began to banter while Tommy with confusion while MC just laughs at them.

"The hell is this BS?", Tommy cursed at them as soon as he got his head straight causeing the cuo to stare at him.

"Ohhh yeah, me and Wilby over here made up just a bit while we came up here"

"Tf?!!?"

"Just barely, I still havent forgiven you for exhiling me and Toms"

"Pshhh, the past is the past, you guys forgave me anyways"

Wilbur gave a unimpressed look at him.

"Okay maybe not all of you guys"

"You damn straight I didn't you goat head a**h**e, don't think I didnt forget about what you did to me and the rest of L'manburg. You basically choose the path that made our home go to s**t and now we have no more real home and many divided countries in the end. You ruined everything for me and Wilbur, you made it worse for Wilbur as he was going from paranoid to insane cauing him to blow up L'manburg. Not to mention you made Techno execute Tubbo, my best friend, your secretary by a crossbow with a firework attached to it, and now he has one bloody f******g life left in that damn server!"

Tommy face was red from anger after screaming to Schlatt who wasnt shocked but impressed by the long over due shouts from him. He didnt think he had it in him but man was he proven wrong.

Coughing was heard from Wilbur causing Schlatt to snap back to reality. Shaking his head , he turns to Tommy and started to speak.

"Look," Schlatt scratched his head, "I wasn't the best president"

"More like person in general"

"The point is that I can't really say that I regret for most of what I've did for the country but it was still a s***ty thing to do, especially when you and Soot here made it from the ground up to make it to your home"

"But coming from an outsiders point and from Wilbur old friend, the country was breaking from what it used to be, even looking at Will I saw he was starting to break so might as well destroy it before it destroys all of you guys but that completely backfired"

[yntcdtyler]

so here’s my lover secret session’s story... 02/08/2019 london 🏹🇬🇧

i got my dm on twitter on july 16th at 5:15pm and i looked at it thinking someone was trying to boo boo the fool me and it was really gonna say something like “stream ME!” so i opened it not thinking much of it and my heart literally SANK when i saw it was actually REAL. i got the phone call 4 days after from a girl called sara who was from Taylor Nation, she told me everything and i was literally in the storage room in work crying.

so it’s finally august 2nd.. i got up at 5am cause i literally had 4 different trains and 2 ubers to catch, when i finally got to my hotel it was around 11am, i checked in and got ready and went to the meeting point. i was literally the first one there so i panicked thinking i was at the wrong place but more people started to show up and immediately everyone formed little friendship groups who they seemed to have stayed with the whole day which was insane. i met lisa and emma which i’d recognised from twitter because we’d been following each other for so long and then georgia, evie & shiv all came over and we all just bonded and instantly became friends and realised we we’re the brits of the group, there were SO many international fans and it was amazing seeing people come from all over the world! our group was first on the bus and i’m not sure why but we were literally all crying like wtf was going on?? we drove past a few ambulances thinking ‘that’s gonna be our ride home after tonight’ cause at this point i’m like dying and then we finally got to THE HOUSE.

we all go inside, the ME! playlist was on, there was a huge moose head on the wall which we all became really intrigued by, a huge mirror to see ourselves ugly crying, there was food & drinks and little m&m’s with ‘lover’ and hearts on them and i have no idea what was going on in my mind at this point, like i didn’t know what to expect.

so then we all go to the living room we’re there was a bunch of cushions on the floor and a chair and speakers in front of us and i KNEW what was about to go down lads, it’s about to happen, we’re about to hear lover and i just wasn’t ready and i was sat THERE in front of the chair and a few minutes later... SHE COMES OUT FROM BEHIND THIS DOOR LOOKING LIKE LIKE AN ACTUAL GODDESS THAT JUST STEPPED OUT OF HEAVEN AND I DEAD ASS DIED RIGHT THERE THINKING ABOUT THAT AMBULANCE I SAW EARLIER ON CAUSE SHE JUST WASNT REAL. so she’s like “welcome to the lover secret sessions” and the noise that came out me was actually not human at all. she played half the album the first and kept apologising for ranting and going off topic which was so funny, she’s so adorable i was literally in awe. then was like “we’re gonna take a break so you can all go the bathroom, have a drink and stretch your legs” and then mentions she’s made us treats and everyone’s like OMG and she’s literally like “it’s just rice crispy treats i dyed in heart shapes” and it was just the funniest thing bc she’s just so sarcastic but they were the cutest things and just knowing she spent time making them was honestly insane. like i ate a rice crispy heart treat..made by taylor swift? sounds fake. so then as she’s passing them around, she’s goes into the garden and starts talking to everyone and thanking people’s parents and let everyone on her trampoline and just shouts “THESE ARE MY KIDS” with a glass of wine in her hand and it was such a taylor swift moment. it was just surreal like wtf? imagine bouncing on taylor swifts trampoline? i would’ve went on it but i wasn’t about to break my neck before listening to the rest of the album x

okay so we go back in to listen to the rest of the album and throughout the whole album listening part, i just kept crying and she kept looking at me and smiling and singing and i was just bloody in shock. there was one point during a song we’re me and georgia we’re holding onto each other crying and she just looks at us and tilts her head and gives us the most warming smile. right there we both died together it was unreal. but the album HOLY SHIT every song was INSANE. i found it so hard to pick a favourite so i have 3, this album is literally her BEST, and this coming from a speak now stan🤝 i was just the happiest i’ve ever been, it just seemed like a dream. seeing her sat there in front of me so happy and in such a good place, feeling so proud of this album and these songs just made my heart feel so full. what i was feeling in that moment is unexplainable. just pure happiness like i knew life doesn’t get any better than this... right it’s time for the meet and greets and everyone goes back in to the other room whilst they got ready and people started queuing then to go in and meet her, she spent so much time with every single person and seeing everyone’s faces coming out that room was so magical. the event was supposed to be over at 11pm and it’s literally 1:30am when it was my time to meet her. she’d literally been meeting people for HOURS and is 2 and half hours past the end time and she didn’t even mind. everyone was so eager to go inside that me and the girls decided to wait till the end.

so evie had just come out and now it’s my turn. i almost fainted, i was so dizzy and nervous and WHEN I TELL U I WAS PETRIFIED TO GO INSIDE, I ACTUALLY MEAN IT BECAUSE I WAS STOOD OUTSIDE THE DOOR REFUSING TO GO IN FOR ABOUT A MINUTE CAUSE I COULD JUST SEE HER STOOD THERE AND I WASN’T READY BECAUSE LIKE I’VE DREAMT ABOUT THIS MOMENT SINCE FOREVER. emma and lisa we’re stood there laughing trying to force me inside as well as a girl from TN. took me a good minute but i finally walked in, i walk over to her trying not to cry AGAIN and she’s stood there smiling at me and she says to me “it’s tyler isn’t it?” and i was like JDJSKDJD “yeah 😭😭😭😭” cause i didn’t think she knew who i was and i was just randomly picked by TN??? she then pulled me in for the biggest hug and i just felt like this is it, i’m gonna bloody pass out. I TOLD HER THAT WAITING IN THAT QUEUE TO MEET HER WAS LIKE WAITING FOR THE ELECTRIC CHAIR and i was like why tf did i just say that omg but she laughed and was like “omg hahaha it’s like waiting for the electric chair that’s so funny” then i gave her the lover necklace i’d gotten made for her so we had matching and she kept saying how much she loved and how beautiful it was. then said “i love your necklace” with a little smirk because i was wearing her ‘TS’ initial necklace and my heart just went HDAJHDJDDH. then she asked did i enjoy the day and i was like of course??? it was so amazing i couldn’t stop crying and she was like “aw i had so much fun, i love doing these” and then she asked how i’d gotten here and i told her that i had to take 4 trains and she looked so shocked and thanked me for doing that and asked if i was travelling afterwards and i told her i had a hotel and she goes “omg good, PLEASE don’t talk to any strangers” and i’m just like YEAH OF COURSE ANYTHING FOR U MISS SWIFT :’)))) i hugged her about 3 more times and i asked her about tour, and how she found me and she said she’d found me on tumblr and literally said “its tylovestaylor right?” and i was just like WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. FUCK. IM SCARED. cause i barely use tumblr because i’m the only one who reblogs myself??? and i’d gotten my dm on twitter so my mind was like wtf is going on right now?? i told her i changed my url and she said she’d follow me 🥺 then says “so do you wanna like... take a picture together or something?” YEAH OF COURSE, IM A BIT OF A MESS RN BUT ABSOLUTELY. she asks what i wanted to do for the photo like stand, sit, go near the piano? and i told her to choose because my mind was just all over the place and she says to me “i think one sitting down with our legs crossed over acting all (then does some pose) and stuff” i just couldn’t believe what was actually happening. we sit down next to each other and she grabs my hand and i’m just holding her and the photographer takes the photo and she tells me to have a look to see if i like it and i said i looked so bad and she goes “ITS SO CUTE, YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL AND PHOTOGENIC” then the photographer told me i was really photogenic and tay goes “SEE SHE EVEN SAID IT” did taylor swift..who invented photos and beauty... just call me beautiful and photogenic? surely not. so we took one more pic and she said she loved it so i loved it😭😭😭 we got up and hugged again and i just kept saying i love you and she told me i was beautiful and i was like SO ARE U???? and then i told her that i still don’t believe she’s real and she laughed. we hugged again i told her i loved her as i was walking out she shouts “please get home safely” and i said “have a safe flight wherever you’re going next” at the same time and she laughed and was like “OMG THANKYOU?” and i walked out and the emotions i was going through oh my god. i’d just met my favourite person in the entire world? like never in a million years did i think i’d ever meet her let alone get handpicked for secret sessions. i was in so much shock like it wasn’t real. that never happened? i’m still in shock now and literally crying writing this. she was so lovely and welcoming and spoke to me like she’d known me forever.

AND AFTER ALL THAT, SHE DECIDES SHE WANTS ME LITERALLY DEAD AND LIKES MY POST ON HERE FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER. RIGHT AFTER I’D MET HER.

i couldn’t get over how beautiful she is, inside and out like i already knew that but seeing her in real life is so different, she’s literally flawless and so cute and delicate and i’ll literally die for this woman. thankyou so much, from the bottom of my heart @taylorswift for choosing me out of 100m+ fans, i’ll never understand why i was chosen but i can’t explain how grateful i am. it was by far the best day i’ve ever had in my 18 years of being alive, nothing will ever come close to that moment. i cant wait for everyone else to hear this album, i miss you and your hugs already and i forgot to tell you because my mind was blank but i’m insanely proud of you and will support you forever. promise.

[shypansexualcrystal]

Older Steven x Bi Female Reader Yeah it’s not pride month, just had to share this idea. Reader recently came out as bi but has a rough time with it due to her family. Steven, after seeing Reader so broken over her family rejecting her, invites her to join him and the gems In going to Pride in Empire City. To show her that she’s not alone, that he loves her so much and her sexuality is a beautiful part of her that makes her unique. Inspiration for this was This Is Me from the Greatest Showman.

I am proud of who I am.

Title: I am proud of who I am.

Type: Fluff/angst

Character: Steven Universe

From: Steven Universe

Pairing: Older Steven Universe X Reader

I love this so much because I relate to not telling my family I'm bisexual as well. It was nice to write this knowing that I will always be accepted, if not by them but by others. Though I know they'll always be supportive of me.

Halfway through this, I realized that it said Bi Female Reader but I didn't see that until I was like 2500 words in so yeah, it's gender-neutral, sorry.

Also to make up for the lack of uploads this is like 3500+ words.

Unedited.

Key:

(n/n) = Nickname

!Warning! Sensitive topics ahead, just their parent not accepting them and being rude but still a touchy subject, just a heads up.

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"(Y/n) please, I'm trying to have a serious conversation with you, stop ignoring me!" Steven tried to grab my hand as I brushed him off for the fifth time since arriving at his house. He grew fed up with me disregarding him and so he grabbed my shoulders in a tight grip.

I tried to lean out of his hold but he wouldn't allow me too and in return brought me closer. "And I'm trying to subtly avoid it!" I yelled in anguish. "Please let me go, Steven." Tears filled my eyes while I continued to thrash in his slowly loosening grip. "Please." My voice cracked as I slowly let down the barricade of emotions I was holding in.

Rather than letting me go, he brought me into a warm hug. Before I could protest, Steven spoke up, "You don't have to tell me what's wrong, but you can cry if you need to, I'll always be here for you." He spoke with warmth in his voice, as if talking to a scared and frightened animal. "And know that whenever you need me, I'll be there for you, like you are for me all the time." The more he talked and comforted me, the more I sunk into his loving embrace.

Shakily taking in a breath I tried to clear my throat and stop the tears so I could speak, trying to sound less defeated then I am. "My parents rejected me when I came out as Bisexual." I managed to mutter through the cries of pain. "They told me I wasn't bisexual and that I either liked boys or girls and that saying liking both is me being greedy. But then they also questioned us and our relationship," I breathed in,  gathering my emotions, anger began to take over the sadness as I tried to explain to Steven what happened.

"They believed that because I was dating you I was only using you and that I shouldn't be with you. They made me feel disgusted for being myself. I felt weak and helpless as if I wasn't free to be who I want to be. For once in my entire life, I didn't feel comfortable being me." A shaky breath of air pushed past my lips as I closed my eyes in anger. Stevens's face held a look of sympathy as he cupped my cheeks with his soft hands making me look at him. His thumbs gingerly wiped away the tears that rolled down my cheeks.

Once the tears stopped, I closed my eyes and put all my weight onto him, as I did I felt Steven lay kisses on each of my eyelids, instantly the sting from crying disappeared and my eyes were no longer puffy. The kisses alone spoke volumes to me of just how much he loved me, which made me overwhelmed with affection that my parents refused to give me moment prier. "I'm sure they're just trying to wrap their heads around it, feel free to stay here for however long you want, either way, I know that you might not want to see them for a while. You have plenty of clothes leftover from previous visits anyway."

"Thank you, your the best." I pressed my face against his chest, just above his heart so I could hear it beating steadily, relaxing me further.

"I know I am." He grinned smugly, I didn't have to look up to know that much as I could hear it in his voice.

/Later on that week\

I ran my hands through my hair for what seemed to be the hundredth time in the past minute. My parents were still questioning everything about me and my sexuality, and about my relationship with Steven which was honestly making me frustrated more than anything since they were always so supportive of our relationship before, now they were questioning everything about us. They believed that I was only using steven to say I was in a relationship and they thought I'd ditch him as soon as someone new that takes my interest comes along. Which was so far from the truth, sure I teased Steven when I saw someone cute or handsome, but I never took it further than teasing because I love Steven so much that I can't put it into words, even if I tried my hardest it still wouldn't show just how much he meant to me.

It was just approaching dinner time and I was currently in my bed just scrolling through my social media and minding my own business, however, it seemed as if I couldn't relax in my own world like I wanted to since I was just stressing over my parent's approval. I could hear my mother on the phone with my father, talking about me once again. Honestly, give me a break.

I was about to throw my phone on my bed and march down the stairs to explain to my pea-sized brained parents that just because I'm bi, doesn't change how I feel and act but before I could even put that thought into action my phone pinged. I had honestly never been more relieved in my life when getting a text from Steven. Actually, that's a lie, his life is pretty insane and any text to let me know he's safe is enough to make me relieved

Sbeve: Hey, (n/n).  I've got something for you that I think you'll love. Are you free right now?

You: Yeah, why? What is it?

Sbeve: Its a surprise ;)

Ok, now my mood was improving, just texting Steven made my shitty morning better. Since it seemed as if I would have to get up and ready, as well as eat breakfast, I thought I might as well get up now. It was a good thing I went to bed after having a shower otherwise I don't think I would have enough time to be up, dressed, and ready for steven. Once I put on a decent enough outfit, I skidded down the hall and down the stairs before rushing into the kitchen like I've been doing since we moved into this house, however this time it felt as if I did something wrong when my mother looked up from her phone and made direct eye contact with me. I smiled awkwardly as to not be rude, but she just continued to stare.

I rolled my eyes at her lack of response, "you know if you're going to talk about me at least make sure you're in a room that isn't directly under my room and echos." I gave a tired smile as I looked at her with eyes that screamed 'im in pain, please just accept me for who I am'.

She still didn't say anything, but I didn't expect anything else. I continued to make and eat my dinner before making my way out the kitchen and back into my room and kicking the door closed before the door shut a hand stopped it. Looking up quickly, I saw my brother there. "Hey, I heard what happened, just wanted to see if you're doing ok." My brother was the one I turned to when I was at home and didn't have anyone else.

"I'm fine." I brushed him off, just like I always do when I don't want to talk about my feelings.

"Well, even if you say that you are, just know I'm here if you need a shoulder to cry on or a pair of ears to rant to, or even rough house with to release pent up anger. I'm here." He crossed his arms and lent against the doorway while I sat at my windowsill, looking out to try and catch a glimpse of steven.

"I know you are, and I can't be more grateful to have a brother like you." I smiled at him gratefully, it was broken and barely there but it was still a smile. My mental health had plummeted since I was rejected by my parents, and I know how much steven and my brother, as well as my friends, have been with me and trying to get me out of my slump of negative thoughts, all I wanted was my parent's approval. I'm grateful, truly I am, but when the person you always listen to and have looked in for guidance doesn't accept you for being yourself. It hurts. So, so bad.

"Stevens taking me out somewhere, at least I think he is," I muttered, knowing my brother would want to know where I was going. "I might not be back for a while but I'll text you if I stay out for the night." My brother nodded, kicking himself back up straight he turned and closed the door behind him, not before shouting out a teasing comment like he always does, which he seems to be doing more often as of recently.

"Remember, if you do stay out, use protection, I don't want to be an uncle to magic, 1/4 gem babies just yet, wait a couple of years for that." I flushed and giggled while hiding my face in my hands as I shout out his name in both embarrassment and joking anger. All I heard was his manic laughing as he walked away from the closed door. Trying to distract myself from my thoughts I went back onto my phone to mess around, which was easier said than done.

My thoughts filled my head, ranging from Steven and how much he and my brother have been there for me since coming out to my parents then my thoughts drifted to if my parents will ever accept me for who I am. Toxic thoughts began to creep in, my thoughts we cut off from someone knocking on my door. "What do you want now, (B/n)?" I rolled my eyes.

My door opened and Steven poked his head through the gap. There was silence for a bit until steven broke, "did I come at a bad time?" He stepped into my room and closed it after he was in.

"No, you came at the perfect timing," I said smiling at him genuinely he chuckled as he came and sat next to me on my bed. "I need a hug," I whispered, Steven, pulled me to sit between his legs with my back against his chest he then wrapped his arms around me. Instantly a warmth spread through my chest. "Thanks, Steven. You're the best boyfriend I could ever ask for."

Steven laughed into my ear, "I'm the only boyfriend you've had." He teased me. We exchanged teasing comments to each other for a while when he suddenly jumped up, shoving me off him in the progress.

"Woah!"

"Sorry!" Steven apologised, he scrambled through my room, looking through my clothes. I went to go and question what he was doing before he threw something at me. Grabbing the thing that fell on me I looked at the jumper in confusion. "It's cold outside and I don't want you getting sick like you did when we went trick or treating." Puzzled I pulled the jumper over my head and got up from my bed.

"Where are we going?" Steven didn't say anything and just grabbed my hand while running through and out of my house. I tripped over my feet a few times as Steven pulled me along with him, we ran across the boardwalk, waved at people we recognised which was practically everyone and ran towards the beach. Hardly anyone was at the beach since it was cold out, however, there were a few people scattered around here and there, the sun was in the sky and it was bright out, but even then with the sun out and shinning it was still pretty chilly, it got even colder when we ran into the shadow from the massive statue carved into the side of the cliff face. Eventually, we arrived at Stevens house, Stevens dad, Greg, and the crystal gems stood besides Greg's van. Once they all spotted us I waved at them, which in return got them all to wave back.

"Steven, (Y/n)! I was beginning to think that you two had got lost on the way here." Greg joked, I really liked Greg, he was such a good father to Steven and even became like my second father when my own parents decided that I wasn't good enough for them.

"Hey, dad! Is everything ready?" Steven jumped in excitedly, he was always full of energy and it made everything so much better with him around due to his happy go lucky outlook on life, it really did go against everything negative that happened in both our lives, no matter the circumstances he always seems to brighten up any room with a simple smile, it was comforting.

"Yep! We were just waiting on you two to come back." Greg told us, "well? What are you waiting for? Hop in it time to go!" Greg grinned while opening the back of the van for us, let us all get in and get comfortable before setting off. In the back of the van was me, Steven, Garnet and Amethyst while Pearl sat upfront with Greg.

"So do you plan on telling me where we're heading to or are you going to make me wait?" I ask in anxiousness, I really don't like surprises, never have never will, just the thought of being taken somewhere and not knowing what's going to happen fills me with anxiety, but I trust Steven, so I allow him to lead me on these wild adventures that seem to happen in his everyday life.

"Nope! It's a surprise, and I know how much you hate them but you're just going to have to trust me when I say you will absolutely love this!" Steven replied with that energy that never seems to leave him. I groan a little while flopping on the floor of the van, head in Stevens lap, gazing up at him only for him to smile down at me with a cheeky smile that he always gives me when he knows that I'll love whatever we do for date night.

I whine for a little bit but soon get over it and start chatting with the gems in the back while using Stevens lap as a pillow. After a 2 and a half drive, we finally pull into the very crowded Empire City, once I realise this I jump up and out of Stevens lap to see all the bright flashing lights and flags everywhere, music blasting in the background with happy laughter and screaming from the fair rides ring out. Hearing and seeing all the excitement made a genuine smile appear, i know exactly where we were and i couldn't be any happier. "Steven, you haven't just kidnapped me from my house to take me to a surprise pride parade have you?"

Steven rubbed the back of the neck while adverting his gaze, a blush raised to his cheeks. "Maybe? I just thought that since the whole negativity with your family was making you feel sad I'd surprise you with this and I didn't know if you'd like it or not. I just wanted to take you here to show you that your not alone and that people love and accept you for being yourself and i want you to know that I love you. I want you to know that no matter what I'll always love you and be there and support you, even in the darkest times." Steven finished his mini-speech with a nervous giggle.

I lunged at him and hugged him close to my chest while tears filled my eyes, "Steven, I love you so much, your too good for this world." I choke on my tears and Steven holds me against him.

Amethyst decided was a good time to pipe up, "yo, he totally practised that in the mirror." Steven yelled and soon the van was filled with laughter. Giggling I snuggled into Steven while he buried his face into my jumper to hide his embarrassment. During that time Greg managed to find a place to park up and we all got out and into the cold November air, on the way out Steven grabbed a bag from the back and pulled the straps around his shoulders. I shivered which lead to Steven pulling me into his side. Walking into the heart of the parade was like something I've never experienced before, the sun would be setting soon and the parade would only continue to be colourful and amazing from there.

Stumbling around for a little we walked around a little, it was like a regular everyday fair but even better. All around me were loving and caring people, within only a few minutes of being here we had already been given a bisexual pride flag and some glitter face paint for free! It was an amazing experience, and I loved that I was going through it all with Steven at my side every step of the way. Steven and I were just casually strolling through the crowd, we went on rides here and there, at some point we split up from the others and just went around on our own.

At the moment Steven had a hold of my hand in a firm enough grip so that I wouldn't be separated from him as he leads me through the dense masses of people dancing and enjoying listening to the music. By now a few hours had passed and it was now 8 pm. The sky was pitch black and the stars could barely be seen due to the light pollution of the neon spotlights flashing around us. A hill came into view and we climbed up it, once up high enough Steven stopped us from walking, taking the bag from his shoulders he opened it and pulled out a blanket, he lay it down then proceeded to pull out my favourite drink and some other snacks. Steven sat down on the blanket and i followed him.

We ate a little bit of the food and drinking a little we snuggled up close to keep warm, I rested my head on his arm while laying on my side and holding onto his torso. We were still close enough to hear the music, considering there was a pair of speakers up on the hill, there was also a few others up here with us. The music stopped for a little while and Steven checked his phone, I glanced over to see that the time was 8:30 pm. Steven put his phone away and adjusted us so that we could both see the sky clearly. "What's up?" I tried to ask him.

Steven smiled down at me while kissing my forehead, "nothing you should worry about just watch the sky." He told me, humming suspiciously i did as he said. Suddenly music started up from behind us and to the tune of the song, the sky lit up with fireworks. The first bang made me jump since I wasnt expecting it. Steven giggled at me as i looked at the sky in wonder and awe. As the last song faded out, the next one began to play. Just as 'This is me' began to play i pushed myself up and looked down at steven with a smile and excitement.

I felt happy and like my normal self as Steven jumped to his feet and pulled me up with him, the fireworks going off behind made this moment more magical as we danced and laughed, the finale of the night ended with a bang and I loved every second. Panting and chuckling at each other I loved into Stevens's eyes as we held each other to keep one another steady. As the song faded out Steven placed a kiss on my lips, fireworks went off and lit us up as we connected. Nothing but the passion was in the kiss, the overwhelming amount of love that words can describe was felt throughout the kiss. Once we pulled away Steven looked at me with stary eyes.

My eyes filled with happy tears as looked at the man who i loved with my whole heart. "I love you, Steven Universe." I croaked out.

Steven pulled me into another kiss, although this one didn't last as long the passion was still there. "And I love you too, (Y/n) (L/n). All of you, all your flaws all your talents and scars, I love you. And I'm proud of you, and who you are. I'm proud to call you mine, I'm proud that you're still standing strong after being broken, I'm proud of you for being you. You are not alone in this world, and you are loved, it not by your parents then by me. Nothing will change that." Steven smiled at me warmly, i returned it and instantly knew that I'd get thought this and for once since I came out as Bisexual...

I am proud of who I am.

[ubernoxa]

A Stupid Dare - Chapter 11: A Pair of Idiots 

A Guns N’ Roses FanFic

Chapter Summary: Duff and Delilah being cute. That’s it. That’s the chapter

“Good morning,” Delilah woke to Duff’s hot breath on her back.

“Good morning, Duffles,” Delilah giggled back at Duff’s confused reaction.

“Duffles?”

“Yeah, Duffles,” Delilah replied messing up his already messy bleached puff of hair.

“I’m gonna go make some breakfast,” Delilah wiggled her way out of Duff’s arms. Once she stood up she immediately felt Duff pull her back down.

“Hey!” Delilah squealed as she fell back onto the mattress.

“What’s up?” Duff asked as he wrapped his arms gently around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder.

“Hopefully the roof, I’m not a fan of getting rained on,” Delilah replied earning a chuckle from Duff and a frustrated groan from Slash.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to wake you,” Delilah said as Slash’s eyes fluttered open.

“It’s okay,” He lied as he rolled over and covered his head with a pillow.

Once he heard her leave, Slash threw his pillow over towards where Duff sat.

“what the fuck!” Duff easily caught the pillow that was thrown at him.

“I’m not saying that I want you two to have sex in your bed because I don’t wanna see that, but you seriously need to fuck her or something,” Slash said in a hushed tone, so Delilah wouldn’t hear him.

“Dude,”

“Seriously, it was absolutely painful watching you last night. Don’t get me started on this morning. How long were you watching her sleep. That’s creepy shit if I ever knew it,” Slash defensively held his arms up as he spoke.

“Slash,” Duff sighed as he plopped back into his.

“I don’t care how fuckin cute she looks. Just fuck her. Fuck her then date her. Date her and then fuck her. I don’t care just do something. If you won’t I will,” Duff threw the pillow back at Slash nailing him in the face.

“Chill out Duff, I’m only fucking with you. Just be more blunt with her about your intentions,,” Slash laugh before rolling back and went back to sleep.

Delilah stood in the kitchen searching through the cabinets hoping to find something to make for breakfast for the guys.

“Looking for something?” Delilah almost jumped as someone wrapped their arms around her waist.

“Food,” Delilah’s words were no louder than a whisper.

“What are you making?” Duff quickly opened the fridge to look through the food that Mags and the other girls had bought for them.

“I don’t know, maybe breakfast bowls?”

“Delly, what’s that?” Delilah’s heart skipped a beat when she heard him call her Delly.

“Well Duffles,” she paused and looked at the sly grin that was plastered on his face. She smiled to herself as she noticed that he might actually like her nickname for him. Little did she know that Duff would let her call him anything.

“A breakfast bowl is a bunch of random meat, potatoes, eggs, and vegetables. My brother and I would make it all the time back home. It looks like you don’t have any eggs, so random meat and potatoes it is,” Delilah shrugged as she found a bag of potatoes in a random cabinet.

She looked cute with her hair an absolute mess. Duff gently tucked a long strand of hair behind her petite ear. They locked eyes for a moment and both of them froze.

Delilah was panicking. She was internally screaming. Should she say something? Should she mess with his hair? Should she go and cook?

“Hey Del, are you making us food?” Axl’s words caused Delilah to take a step away from Duff and turn towards Axl. It was like the spell that had been casted over her and Duff had been lifted.

“Breakfast bowls,” Delilah smiled when she received a smile from him.

“Duff, are these potatoes good? Or have they gone bad?” Delilah rambled as she handed one of the potatoes to Duff. He immediately sniffed it and shrugged.

“Seem fine to me,” he shrugged back to Delilah.

“What do you ever know about potatoes?” The words sounded sour as they left Axl’s mouth. He clearly wasn’t a morning person.

“They don’t give the last name McKagan to the French,” Duff cockily replied.

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Delilah stood in Mag’s bathroom staring at her reflection. If only her parents could see her now, a smirk unknowingly formed on her lips.

“You should wear this,” Mags handed Delilah a ‘skirt’ as Mags called it.

“Mags this ‘skirt’ is barely longer than the one I wore when we first met,” Delilah protested as she held the fabric in her hands.

“This skirt, unlike the fabric you wore that night we met, is form fitting and won’t flash every living soul,” Mags quickly rebuttaled as she walked into the bathroom.

“Why can’t I wear pants?” Delilah wined leaning back on the toilet.

“Because it’s going to be 104 degrees Fahrenheit out tonight. I dont want you to pass out or melt from the heat!”

“Don’t underestimate me, I once wore a floor length dress with long sleeves in 90 plus degree weather,” Delilah teased back earning a laugh from Mags.

“Oh Honey,” Mags shouted emphasizing the O in honey.

“Unless your dress was made of leather, it’s not comparable. Your dress let your skin breathe. You will BOIL if you wear those pants. I love you Del but COME ON,” Mags replied as she comically waved her arms in the air for added dramatic effect.

“Plus girl you got legs that are to die for. Why not show them off?” Mags added earning a smile from Delilah.

“Fine!” Delilah agreed and put on the skirt. Even though this skirt was only a little longer than her old one, she almost felt comfortable in it.

“So who is Motley Crue?”

“They are the band the boys are opening for tonight. They are all borderline insane and from some of the shit I see them pull, I don’t know how they are still alive,” Mag’s laughter filled the bathroom where the two of them were getting ready.

“Oh,” was all Delilah could reply.

“This one guy Nikki, I have seen him light himself on fire both on stage and at parties. Im also pretty sure their guitarist is a vampire or alien or something. Their singer is hot though, but he knows it. I honestly don’t remember the last time I saw him without a girl literaly swooning over him. Their drummer is a sweetheart at times though, BUT those are the ones you gotta watch out for. They are a little much for me, so I usually stay away from them,” Mags focuses on the mirror as she spoke trying to fix her makeup. She wanted to look perfect for Derek tonight. Also known as the guy who she has been spending every other night with. She was excited to introduce him to Delilah and Stevie.

“A little much?”

“They make great music, but they are comple sleze bags too. The Nikki guy who lights himself on fire, he is the worst,” Mags added leaving the bathroom leaving Delilah alone.

“Hey it’s my favorite girls!” Delilah smiled as Stevie hugged the two of them as they entered the back stage area.

“Wow this place is nice,” Mags commented on the clean doors and mirrors. On top of everything there were even multiple rooms backstage.

The girls quickly followed Stevie who was in no way sober to a door that had a piece of torn paper with Guns N’ Roses written on it in sloppy handwriting.

“Look what the trash dragged it!” Stevie yelled as he walked into the small room.

“Cat not trash Stevie. Nice try though. It might help next time if you were a little less drunk,” Mags teased.

Everyone was sitting around drinking, well everyone except Axl and Izzy.

“Hey Delly!” Delilah smiled at Duff who motioned for her to come sit next to him. She walked over towards him without hesitation and plopped down next to him. To say she had been waiting all afternoon to see him was an understatement. She even wrote a couple of puns to hopefully get a laugh out of Duff.

Mag quickly shot her brother a raised eyebrow as she watched Delilah or ‘Delly’ sit next to Duff who immediately shrugged and sat down next to Slash. He loved his sister dearly, but he wasn’t gonna cock block his band mate for the rest of his life. He tried, but some things will always find a way. Atleast it was Duff and not Axl.

“So are you girls coming to the party tonight,” Slash asked only shortly realizing what was going on. He was too preoccupied with his guitar earlier.

“Party?” Delilah asked as Duff pulled Delilah onto his lap earning a glare from Mags.

“Yeah with Crue. They always have these big parties at their place after they play. Are you coming?” Duff asked as he mindlessly played with her hair.

“Mags you going?” Delilah asked across the room.

Mags wanted nothing more than to say no, and forbid Delilah from going. She sighed. She wasn’t Delilah’s Mom and it wasn’t her place. The least she could do was look after the girl.

“Hell yeah” Stevie turned towards his sister, and this time it was his turn to send a confused look her way. Mags hated the boys of Motley Crue more than she hated Axl. Why did she agree to go?

Little did he know that Mags wanted to yell no. She wanted to ‘forbid’ Delilah from going because she knew what happened at those parties, but she couldn’t. If she said no it would bring both unwanted drama and stores she would have to share which she was in no mood to share, so she agreed to go. At least this way she could also keep an eye on Delilah.

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“You were amazing!” Delilah cheered as Duff and the rest of the guys walked in from the stage.

“Not tooo shabby!” Mags gave her brother a hug after a performance well done not giving a care in the world about him being drenched in sweat. She was proud. It was about time that all of his hard work was paying off.

Stevie and Mags led their small group back to their room backstage or as Delilah earlier called it the kingdom of booze.

Before Delilah could walk away and meet up with Mags at the front of the line she felt Duff’s fingers intertwine with hers. She froze and shot a confused looked towards him.

“Come Delly, walk with me,” he whispered into her ear before placing his cowboy hat onto her head. She looked even cuter with the giant smile that formed on her face. She was beautiful.

She obliged. Her heart felt like it was going to explode. She assumed only drunk Duff saw her as attractive, and sober Duff only saw her as a friend, nothing more.

“Did ya like the show?”

“Yeah, I just told you I did Duffy,” she giggled back.

“Well I like you saying that you liked the show,” his smile was setting her heart on fire. Butterflies were causing chaos in her stomach as she tried to form some sort of reply.

“Hey, did you hear about the new restaurant on the strip? It’s called Karama and they don’t have a menu!” Delilah asked Duff mentally preparing herself to make sure she didn’t mess up the joke.

“How do you know what to order?” Duff asked curious into where she was going with this.

“There’s no menu because you get what you deserve,” the two of them laughed like idiots.

Izzy and Duff groaned as they heard Delilah’s pun. “Ohh God it’s a match made in hell,” Izzy muttered under his breath so only slash could hear.

“What’s that?” Mags asked as she pointed to Duff and Delilah holding hands.

“My bassist and your friend,” Stevie causally replied as he poured himself a drink waiting for her to freak out.

“Were you...I don’t know...supposed to cock block him and your entire band?” Mags sarcastically asked stealing her brother’s drink. Was she happy? No. Not even in the slightest.

She then watched as Duff and Delilah walked in giggling about what Mags could only assume to be one of his stupid puns. That’s when her heart melted a little. Only a couple of hours ago was Delilah on the verge of tears about leaving her family and her old life behind.

Stevie smiled as he noticed Mags relax when Duff and Delilah walked into the room laughing and giggling without a care in the world. How was he supposed to keep those two apart? Hell he would bet that they would lighten a dark room.

“Well I did at first, but this isn’t what happened last time. From what I heard they’re taking it slow. Duff might do stupid things, but I trust him to watch over her. He’s a good guy. Plus how am I supposed to keep those two apart,” Stevie pointed over towards Delilah who currently had a strand of Duff’s hair places above her upper lip like a mustache. They were acting like a pair of idiots.

Mags remained silent as she watched the two of them giggle. Delilah needed this. Mags knew Delilah needed someone to distract her and cheer her up, but she just wished it could have been her instead of Duff.

“Hey Mags,” Delilah shouted across the room noticing her friends saddened mood. Delilah went to return Duff’s hat, bur he quickly gave it back to her whispering into her ear, “Delly this looks way better on you,” followed by a quick kiss on her cheek. He could feel Mags stares across the room.

“Wanna go and listen to the show?” Delilah added as she finished her drink and walked over towards Mags who quickly followed her. Delilah was hoping that watching Motley Crue would raise Mag’s spirit. She hated seeing Mags down.

The two girls walked towards the stage. The original plan was to watch the show from the audience, but Mags quickly changed her mind when she noticed how packed the bar was. She always admired Crue fans, but they were ‘alot’ and Mags didn’t want Delilah to feel uncomfortable. She heard that a could girls were taking their bras off and throwing them at Vince during the show. They found a spot backstage where they could clealy hear the music while keeping out of the groupie’s way.

About half way through the set, Mags finally got the courage to ask Delilah the question that had been burning at her, “so you and Duff?”

“I have no idea. He so sweet and kind and funny, but I don’t know if he likes me back. What if he is just being nice?”

Mags laughed at Delilah’s cluelessness. “Del, first off he calls you Delly. He is making lists of real bad puns and jokes for you to laugh at. Don’t get me started on the way he looks at you,” Delilah blushed at Mag’s words even though they came out more of frustrated than sweet.

Mags froze for a second and wondered if Duff was Delilah’s first crush. She never heard Delilah once mention any guys outside her ex fiancé.

“So you’re not a fan of Duff,” Delilah raised her eyebrow.

“Ugh, how do I explain it,” Mags grunted and leaned back against the wall.

“He is going to be a rockstar. I’ve been on this strip long enough to know what happens here,” Mags watched as all of the excitement that once filled Delilah evaporate. Mags was mentally scolding herself. Why did her mouth deceive her like that?

“I just thought,” Mags watched as Delilah pull her knees into her chest.

“Well how about we make a deal,” Mags paused waiting for Delilah to look up.

“A deal?”

“You can date Duff, but if he hurts you I will beat the living hell out of him,” Delilah nodded and laughed as Mags hugged her.

“Come on let’s get back to the guys, cow girl. There is a huge after party that you are not going to want to be sober for,” their laughter filled the hallway as the walked back towards the room.

[fbdo1986]

idk the only fbdo prompt i can think of is cameron falls asleep on the couch so ferris and sloane have a contest to see how much random shit they can put on him before he wakes up. Besides that, the way you wrote cam & sloane’s 1st kiss was very good, how bout writing ferris and cam’s 1st kiss? Unless that’s gonna be in ur new fic of course. Anyway, i’ll be back if i can think of cuter prompts

yo anon… you’re the best!!!! how about i write both???!! it’s hard for me sometimes to write ferris/cam and i have no idea why?? but i’ll do it for you anon! and honestly i’m not too sure if my fic is gonna involve any kissing tbh! i kinda foster ideas as i go

okay! since i am incapable of putting this one in the same timeline of my sloane/cam fic heres one that goes post the fic im working on, which is an interpretation of that fateful day off! (it’s probably a few days after or so)

warning: slight mention of ab*se bc like. cameron’s dad exists

ALSO SORRY THIS IS SO FUCKING LONG I GOT CARRIED AWAY!

Cameron narrowly escapes to his room, his hands shakily pressing the button to dial up the Bueller residence. He was high of pure adrenaline, and unfortunately, fear. The spiel about how ‘he wouldn’t be pushed around any longer, and seriously doesn’t a teenager deserve to have a life of his own? and how he’s done nothing except nearly exhaust himself to make the man proud and he doesn’t even notice!?’ actually takes old Morris Frye by surprise, and in a good way. He ruffles Cameron’s hair and goes on about how for the longest time he’s been waiting for his son to become a man, and how maybe, he’s proud of Cam. That is, until he realizes Cameron’s mentioned the car. Then all bets are off. It starts with a loud bellowing yell and Cameron can sense it’s only gonna escalate from here. Quickly, Morris is inching his way closer to Cameron and even though Cam is giving an explanation as quickly as words can exit his mouth to try and derail his father, it’s no use for the man who loves his car more than his own family. The man is seeing red, the red of that precious 1961 Ferrari 250 GT California that tumbled to its death from the garage. And Cameron needs to get out of there before he gets any closer. 

So he makes it to his bedroom, and the immediate response is Ferris. There’s no one who can save him like the boy who can get out of trouble in any situation. The line rings and he hears the familiar, moody hello of Jeanie Bueller. “Hey, it’s Cameron. Can you put Ferris on, please?” His voice wavers, and Jeanie immediately understands. Cameron won’t lose it, not like how he used to, but these things build up. 

“Ferris! It’s Cameron!” Jeanie yells, and Mrs. Bueller asks if everything’s alright. Jeanie keeps silent, letting Ferris spill if he decides to.

Ferris has something inside of him that is fine tuned to discussions of Cameron or Sloane. This shout isn’t typical Jeanie tone, and immediate sirens begin to blare in his ears. From across the house he’s at the phone in the hall, immediately replacing Jeanie at the line. “Hey, what’s up?” He keeps his voice light. Maybe it’s nothing. 

“Fer, I need an out. My old man is gonna kill me for this car. I mean it. He’ll find a way to give me hell. If it was his way I’d never come back.” He lets out a breath he doesn’t know he’s holding in. “Please.”

At this point, Ferris has nearly bitten the inside of his cheek raw. He suddenly regrets all the things he’s ever done to put Cameron at risk of being hurt by his old man. Sure, he did think taking the car out was good for Cameron—he always wished Cameron could loosen up and fully enjoy what good things happened to him—but he could’ve never imagined the state it’d be in by the end of the day. He meant it when he said he’d take the heat for this, and he still does. It kills him to know his foolishness could cost Cameron harm. Ever since Ferris Bueller understood just how horrible things get in Cameron’s house he immediately knew he’d always be there for him. It takes a little longer to realize the reverse is true, that he’d be complete and utterly lost without Cameron, and that he needs him to stay sane. He won’t let that show in his words or his tone. He’s gotta be strong right now because that is what Cameron needs.

“Yeah, of course. I’ll get you out of there.” He covers the receiver. “Jeanie, can I use your car?” A silent nod of understanding from his sister. Mrs. Bueller is insisting to take care of it, she’s always liked Cameron, but Ferris wants it all under his control. “I’ll be there soon, alright?” He asks Cameron, hoping he doesn’t know that he’s keeping his voice from shaking. At least he can’t see his hands.

A deep breath. “Thank you, Ferris. Seriously. You don’t understand how much I appreciate this.” Cameron always knows that Ferris is and always will be there for him, but he’s always grateful when he steps up for things like this. 

Like lightning after Jeanie gives him the keys, Ferris races out of his house and hops into his sister’s car. Ferris is thankful for his driver’s license despite his absence of a car. And he’s thankful for Jeanie at this moment, too. And most importantly, for Cameron. He fights every urge to completely speed over there, since he’d never forgive himself for getting a speeding ticket on the way to his best friend’s house. When he gets to Cameron’s he makes his way to Cameron’s window. He’s willing to risk heat from Morris for sneaking Cameron out, and if the man even thinks he’s getting at Cameron for this he’s sorely mistaken. Has Ferris ever fought anyone? Absolutely not, but Morris Frye deserves to have a taste of his own medicine for once in his life. Ferris raps on the window as quietly as he can, his eyes lighting up immediately when Cameron turns to face him. 

Cameron fights a loud, enthusiastic expression of gratitude, but his sentiments remain. “G-d bless Ferris Bueller.” Ferris simply grins. But his eyes widen with concern when he remembers why he’s here. “Wait, Cam. Are you hurt? Did that son of a bitch—” Ferris can’t stop himself from grabbing at Cameron’s arms and getting a bit too close to look at his face.

Cameron chuckles, swatting him away. “I’m fine, Fer. Quit breathing on me. But seriously, I’m alright.” He looks at Ferris, the absolute goof of a best friend right in front of him. Despite his cool exterior, he really does wear his heart on his sleeve. He’s thankful that all those threats that he’d find a new best friend were never serious. Cameron almost embraces him. Almost. He settles for a shared smile. 

“Okay, let’s get the hell out of here.” Ferris rocks back onto his heels and Cameron swiftly stands up from his bed. They get out through the window and shut it tight. 

The ride to Ferris’s is awkward. Ferris wants nothing more than to crack a joke and relieve this tension, but he doesn’t want to disrespect what’s just happened to Cameron. The radio is on low, playing the current hits. When they reach the Bueller’s Cameron is bombarded with concerned but sweet proddings from Mrs. Bueller and a comforting look from Jeanie. Cameron feels a bit lighter already, but he only feels like he can fully breathe once they’re in Ferris’ room. The Cars are softly playing from Ferris’s stereo while Cameron flops directly onto the bed and Ferris sits next to him. 

“Jesus Christ.” Cameron’s voice is muffled against the comforter, and he slowly turns to face up and look at the ceiling. “I hate this. I can’t believe I have to run away to solve my problems.”

“To be fair, you’re not running away. You’re literally 10 miles away from your house. Plus, I helped you escape.” Ferris leans back on his palms and looks at the ceiling too. “Honestly, I’m surprised you haven’t done it sooner. I wouldn’t last a day there. I don’t know how you do it. Fuck what Morris says, Cam, you’re the bravest man I know.” He breathes out a sigh and wishes he could say more. 

Cameron shifts and turns to Ferris for a moment. “No way, man. That’s you.” They exchange a glance. Despite being friends for seven years, words like these don’t get shared often between them. “Thank you. Again. Not even just for this, Fer.” He looks at Ferris intensely. “My life outside of that house is what it is because of you. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.” 

Ferris averts his gaze, but a smile plays on his lips for a moment. He pauses and draws out the phrase, “You, my love, are worth it all.” 

Cameron’s face is immediately drowned in heat. He doesn’t know why this is so significant but all he feels is his heartbeat in his throat and he can’t help but sit up, dumbfounded. He looks at Ferris and there’s nothing that can convince him the boy was joking. Ferris, inversely, however, is turning pale. 

“What?” That’s all that escapes Cameron’s mouth, but it’s not upset or repulsed. Only curious. 

“Look, Cam, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it and it just slipped out and you’re just great, okay? That’s it. You’re just great, the problem is how great you are.” The words slip out so fast Cameron is just barely hanging on. 

“I’m what?”

“You’re fantastic. You’re everything I could ask in a friend and more and I’ve just been thinking it over for a few days and I’m so sorry I ever jeopardized your safety. I need you and all of this wouldn’t even matter if it wasn’t for you, Cameron.” His eyes, deep with worry and passion all at once meet Cameron’s. And without a second thought Ferris’s hands are cupping his face and he presses a kiss into Cameron’s lips. Cameron’s caught off guard, insanely surprised, but as his heartbeat slows he can hear Ferris’s breath in an exhale and Cameron presses a kiss back into Ferris. Cameron smiles and after a moment Ferris parts from the kiss and looks up at his best friend. 

“Didn’t mean shit, Bueller.” Cameron laughs and all of a sudden the light is back in Ferris’s eyes and Ferris can’t think of anything to do but tackle Cameron in a hug. It knocks Cameron’s lanky frame over, but they just lay there and continue to laugh.

[virgilantejustice]

On The Church Steps

This is a part of my Infection au, so, yeah….

T/Ws: Death, mention of past death, knives, tell me if i need to add any

Word count: Approx 1250

Ships: Logicality

I really hope that this is as ‘sick’ as you hoped @stop-it-anxiety, I’m pretty proud of it. It finally introduces Picani and Remus (who isnt Roman’s brother here, i should mention) into the au, which is exciting! And its ever so slightly different to my normal writing style!

The Infection, Sea of stars, (this one fits in here) Heartbreak 

Writing masterpost

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“Hello?! Hello!”

The voice rang through the church like a flock of panicked birds, accompanied by frantic banging on the heavy wood of the door.

The three inhabitants of the church had been sitting around the fire discussing their day and warming the chill that was already settling in for the night from their skin when they heard the shouting and immediately they all shot up and down the aisle to the door.

“They’re a long way from home,” Logan remarked darkly on the clipped tones of the accent from what was canada in a world gonna by.

“Don’t you dare make a joke right now,” Patton said, his voice void of any real reprimand and weak as a leaf.

“Hello?” the person continued, still banging on the door so hard that it shook. “Please! I’m being chased and they’re coming! Please God let me in!” Their voice was so full of terror that the fear snapped each syllable right in half.

“This may have been a church but god can’t hear you,” Logan muttered, a strange kind of hostility creeping into his voice.

Patton shot him a look filled with the same kind of hostility that made Logan flinch back. “Stop it!” he cried, his eyes shining.

“Please! I can hear you!” the voice yelled. Logan slapped a hand over his mouth on instinct. “My name is Emile! Please let me in!”

“One moment, Emile! Hold on!” Patton shouted back, placing his hand on the latch.

“Wait a minute,” Logan said, his eyes widening, full of horrified realization. “You’re not actually going to let them in, right?”

“I have to,” Patton said, turning back to him, looking at him like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“No! No you don’t!” Logan shouted. Patton took a step backwards, but didn’t turn back to the door.

Virgil shook their head in confusion, their hands even deeper inside their pockets than usual. “What’s going on?” they asked, their voice sounding more strained and high pitched than usual as the pounding on the door rose into a crescendo.

“Virgil, you try to talk some sense into him!” Logan walked away, rubbing his temples as if that could help to clear his head of the pounding that he couldn’t tell was on the inside or the outside.

“Patton what are you doing?!” Virgil exclaimed as he came into their line of sight.

“There’s someone out there,” Patton said, the resolve draining from his voice by the word. “I have to let them in!”

“Please! They’re getting closer!”

“No!” they said, backing slightly away from the closed door looking like a rabbit caught in headlights. “You can’t open the door, are you insane!”

“They’re a human being! We can’t leave them out there alone with a pack after them!” Patton practically screamed in frustration and fear and confliction.

“I can see them!!”

“We don’t know that they’re human!” Virgil retorted, still backing away.

“What else would they be?!” Patton turned back to the lock, but his shaking hands fumbled too much to get it undone.

Logan rubbed harder and harder on his temples until it hurt, shaking his head all the while and muttering ‘no no no no’ until his mind was clear enough to shout one word.

“Remus!”

Patton stopped dead, his trembling hands suddenly lurching back to his body.

“This isn’t like Remus,” he whispered at the floor, not turning around.

“Help me! Please!!”

“Who’s Remus?” Virgil asked, putting a hand on Logan’s arm that he roughly shook off without even noticing. They crept back a few paces, as if wounded.

“How do you know?!” Logan demanded.

“I just do!” Patton whirled around, his hair flying over his face, looking like a shadow, a silhouette in the dim light of the evening.

“You guys, who’s-”

“Oh God! They’re here!”

Growling and snarling joined the orchestra of panicked and frenzied sound coming from beyond the boundaries of their sanctuary. The pack had arrived.

“Remus was insane!” Logan shouted, his hands snaking their way through his hair.

Patton also ran a hand through his hair and jabbed at the door with the other. “He was alone and desperate! How would you describe that person out there?!”

“Who the fuck is Remus!?”

“Please! I can’t hold them off much longer!”

“Remus Duke,” Logan said, his voice suddenly strangely calm, his eyes fixed on Patton, the intensity burning within them making the slightly smaller man squirm. “He knocked on our door when we were eighteen years old. He was infected but not transformed. The moment we let him in and locked the doors he tried to, to get us.” His breath started to come faster and faster but his gaze remained as steady as his voice. “I killed him, and I’ll kill this 'Emile’ too if you open that door!”

“Don’t say things like that!” Patton cried, throwing herself forward and holding onto Logan’s shoulders.

“I’ll say whatever I damn well please!” Logan shouted, slipping his knife from his sleeve. Patton didn’t step backwards, knowing full well that he would never hurt him, but Virgil sprang forward and pulled him away, desperate to put distance between the man and the blade that was mere inches from his chest.

“Patton, please,” they begged, latching onto his arm and pulling him away from Logan and the door. “Please don’t open the door!”

A short scream of pain rang through the mindless snarls of the infecteds.

“I, I have to!” he croaked, a tear finally slipping down his cheek as he pulled himself away from Virgil and ran over to the door.

“My brother opened the door and now he’s dead!” Virgil shouted. Patton stopped fumbling with the lock as they both turned to stare at them in shock. Silence suddenly burned through the growling and banging and shouting still coming from outside. “You said we would live in Roman’s memory!” Tears glistened in their own eyes now.

“Would Roman want you to just walk away?!” Patton retorted, not making any effort to stop his sobbing as a loud crack ricocheted through the door.

Virgil looked as if someone had wrapped a wire around them and pulled it tight. “It doesn’t matter what Roman wants anymore because he opened the damn door!” they said, their voice rising from a whisper to a desperate yell.

Patton shook his head slightly, wiping weakly at his cheek and placing his hand on the door handle.

“Patton, please,” Logan said desperately, grabbing Patton’s hand and holding it tight to his chest. “Please just think about this!”

Patton yanked his hand away and pushed Logan away from him. “Im sorry, i am but i have to-”

A long, drawn out, piercing scream. Filled with agony and fear. Snapped and broken by pain and muffled by the door, but still loud enough to drill into all of their hearts and brains. It was shrill and loud and it cracked under the pressure of a thousand teeth that they all knew were descending on the person’s throat as they listened.

Then there was nothing to listen to, as the scream ended and the light went out.

Patton let out a scream of his own as he fell forward into Logan’s arms, all of the hostility from before forgotten and washed away by the torrent of tears.

Virgil whimpered and ran to their room, covering their face with their hands so that they couldn’t see how their eyes were glistening with memories and salt.

Logan remained silent. Holding Patton in his arms and staring blankly ahead.

He knew that there would be blood on the steps of the church in the morning.

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Reciprocation

Shinsou X Iida

Getting together, friends to lovers fic. Rated T for the F word. Maybe some season 2/hero killer arc spoilers

Check it out on my Ao3 and read my other MHA garbage. Theres not enough Shiniida so I have to crank that shit out myself.

Shinsou leaned against one of the cool concrete walls in the tunnels leading out to the arena. He felt…disappointed. Disappointed and angry. Despite his forced optimism at the end of his match, he was crushed. His chances of getting noticed, of getting moved to the hero classes were pretty much destroyed. He fought back the prick of tears threatening to spill from his eyes. He failed in front of all those people…he failed in front of his dads, in front of Iida.

“Hitoshi-kun!”

Speak of the devil. Shinsou sniffed and stood up straight, blinking back the tears.

“Hey Tenya.”

“You performed admirably Tosh!” Tenya smiled as he approached and stood in front of the shorter boy.

“Ah come on Tenya, don’t pander to me.” Hitohsi stuffed his hands in his pockets and looked at the ground.

“You did! Though you must be careful, the other students do not know you are insulting them only as a tactic.”

“Tactic that didn’t work… I’ll never get signed if I look so weak.”

“Well it is inconsequential since you’ll never-“ Tenya cut himself off, mouth snapping shut as he realized what he very nearly said. Hitoshi knew though and Tenya felt his stomach drop as he watched a look of hurt flash across the others face, replaced quickly by anger.

“I’ll never what?” Hitoshi asked incredulously.

“I am sorry, I didn’t mean-“

“Say it.” Hitoshi’s brows were furrowed but he couldn’t hide the wobble of his bottom lip, not from Tenya. Not from his best friend of a whole decade.

“Hitoshi I didn’t-“

“Say it!” Hitoshi shouted. “Say I’ll never be a hero! I know that’s what everyone thinks! I have no chance right? My quirk is USELESS compared to someone like you right? Right?”

Tenya was about to refute that when Present Mic’s voice came over the loud speakers.

“Allllll right ladiesssss and gentlemen!! Next up we have Iida Tenya from class 1A vs. Hatsume Mei from the support course!”

The two stood silently for another five seconds before Hitoshi blew a frustrated breath from his nose.

“Good luck Iida.” He hissed the others last name before turning on his heel to walk toward the exit. He plodded slowly toward the exit gates of UA. Present Mic, his dad, came on the loudspeakers again and announced the start of Tenya’s match. Hitoshi tried to hold back his tears, of anger but also of guilt for not staying to watch his best friend, but he failed. The feelings were too conflicting and too overwhelming. He cried the entire way back to his home where he changed into his most comfortable pajamas and buried himself in a nest of blankets on the couch, hoping a nap would dull the hurt.

A couple hours later he was woken when the front door opened and a mummy walked in. His father, still wrapped in bandages from the incident at the USJ. Followed by his other father, who began chucking shoes and hero equipment around the genkan, sighing dramatically.

“Man oh MAN that was a wild day!” Hizashi said, moving into the kitchen with a plastic bag. Shouta moved to sit next the Hitoshi, lowering himself gingerly. Hitoshi could hear Hizashi digging around the kitchen and reluctantly untangled himself from his nest.

“You ok?” Shouta asked, muffled through bandages.

“I’m fine.” Hitoshi rolled his eyes when his Papa narrowed his at him. “Fine. Im just…disappointed.”

“Ah don’t be. You kicked ass today!!” Hizashi said, moving back into the room. “We are SO seriously proud.”

“Don’t worry. You made a good impression.” Shouta said. Hizashi dropped a takeout box onto Hitoshi’s lap and then squeezed himself in between his husband and son on the couch.

“Yakisoba for my ass kicking kid, and a jelly pouch for my favorite mummy.”

Hitoshi couldn’t help but smile as his dad helped his papa suck down one of his bland jelly pouches through the mass of bandages. Hizashi launched into a story about how he caught Midnight making out with a hero named Slingshot after the awards ceremony. Hitoshi ate and listened, grateful that his dad always seemed to know when he needed a distraction from his thoughts. When Hizashi finished they sat in silence until Hitoshi finally felt ready to talk, just like his dad knew he would.

“I had a fight with Tenya.” He said flatly.

“Did you win?” Shouta asked, Hizashi elbowed him gently and hissed a shut up.

“What about?” Hizashi asked.

“He…he accidentally said I didn’t have to worry about my performance because I’d…never be a hero.”

“Oh Totoooooo.” Hizashi said sympathetically, setting his now empty takeout box on the coffee table.

“I know he didn’t mean it. I mean I really know that. But I still got mad. I yelled at him.” Hitoshi dropped his gaze to his lap. Hizashi reached forward and pulled him into a hug. Hitoshi felt a little old for dad cuddles but he didn’t resist the embrace.

“First of all, you’re going to be an amazing hero one day. We have our plan and we just gotta stick to it. Second of all, Im sure you and Tenya will work things out. You always do.” Hizashi said cheerfully, letting his son sit back up.

“Just apologize and ask him out.” Shouta said. Hizashi elbowed him again with another will you shut up.

“Jesus Pops.” Hitoshi breathed, turning red.

“Ignore him.” Hizashi rolled his eyes. “You can ask him out when you’re ready. But you should text him. He ran off real fast after the ceremony, maybe this is why. Oh hey, he took third place! He gave Todoroki a hell of a fight.”

Hitoshi frowned, the guilty feeling from earlier creeping back up. He should have been there for Tenya. He shouldn’t have yelled. He knew the other boy didn’t mean anything by his slip up, hell…Tenya had more faith in him than his parents did. Which totally wasn’t one of the reasons Hitoshi’s had the guys initials scribbled into the back of his notebook surrounded by a dozen little blue and purple hearts.

But if he had any hope of the other ever returning his feelings…he needed to nip this in the bud. He excused himself and went up to his room. He sat cross legged on his bed and fired off a couple texts.

Hitoshi: Hey. Im sorry I yelled. I know you didn’t mean it, I was just upset I lost. Didn’t mean to take it out on you.

Hitoshi: Dad said you took 3rd place. That’s really awesome. Congrats.

He stared at his phone for a while, soon joined on the bed by his cat Giggles. He ran his fingers absentmindedly through the crème colored fur.  Eventually he gave up and went to take a shower, letting the hot water ease the tension from his exhausted muscles. The sports festival took a lot more out of him that he was expecting, he would have to accept his Papas ofOfer to train him, build some more muscle.

When he got out there was still no messages from Tenya.

When he finished some homework there were still no messages.

When he said goodnight to his dads, no messages.

No messages when he went to bed.

No messages when he woke up.

No messages when he got to the gate of UA where he and Tenya usually met every morning to spend a few minutes together before they split off to their separate classes. No Tenya there either.

There was no Tenya for two days. Hitoshi felt sick, he didn’t know he fucked up this bad. On the third day he woke up to some texts and nearly fell off his bed in relief.

Tenya: I am sorry I have not responded. My brother was in an accident.

Tenya: It is I who should apologize. Please do not worry.

And that was it. Hitoshi bribed his Papa with coffee and breakfast to spill the details on Tenya’s brother’s accident, and demanded his father keep an eye on him. Tenya only told him not to worry when he should probably worry.

He was proved right the next week. Tenya had still been avoiding him, not texting him back. Hitoshi tried not to take it personally, he knew Tenya really cared and looked up to his brother. He still waited for a few minutes at the gates every morning, just in case. It was still a week of hell for him. He was in love with the guy but still didn’t realize how much until he was gone. He really REALLY hoped he could convince Tenya to forgive him soon. He missed him.

Then his papa called him after school one day.

“I should NOT be telling you this. I blame your dad for turning me soft.” He said, and then continued to tell Hitoshi about Tenya’s insane encounter with the Hero Killer stain three days previously. Ending with threats if he ever told anyone, emphasizing the need to keep this a secret. But still, Aizawa gave him the address of the Hospital Tenya was staying in.

He hopped on the next train and an hour and a half later found himself marching into a hospital room where he could see Tenya, sitting on the edge of a bed, doing his best to read with one arm still in bandages. He looked up at the sound of footsteps and his eyes widened.

“H-Hitoshi?”

“Are you an IDIOT!?” Hitoshi asked, way louder than he meant to. Tenya’s face reddened at he looked away as Hitoshi walked up to him. The purple hair boy was standing barely a foot in front of him, hands folded in front of his chest. “Do you have any idea how WORRIED I have been and that was before dad told me you GOT STABBED.”

“I did not get stabbed. I got…cut.”

Somewhere to the side both boys vaguely recognized Midoriya’s voice, awkwardly excusing himself in a panic as he hobbled out of the room, leaving them alone.

“YOU…” Hitoshi paused, forcing his voice quieter, “You went after a goddamn villain alone. Are you insane!?”

Tenya felt his face flush even redder. “I was blinded by my anger. It was foolish of me, I know.”

“You could have died Tenya. What the hell would I have done then?”

“I am sorry. My actions were unbelievably reckless.” Tenya hung his head low.

Hitoshi sighed, anger dissipating. “Is this why you’ve been ignoring me?”

“I…yes. I knew I would not be able to hide my feelings from you and then I knew you would talk me out of it.” Tenya said sheepishly.

“Yes I would have. Because it was stupid.” Hitoshi sighed again. “But seriously dude, Ive been going nuts with guilt thinking it was because I yelled at you.”

Tenya’s gaze snapped up at that, meeting Hitoshi’s eyes.

“No! Absolutely not. Oh dear, I did not even stop to think about the timing of that. I’m so sorry Tosh. For ignoring you AND because of what I said at the sports festival. I truly did not think of what I was saying. After this week you have no idea how much more you deserve to be a hero than I. I’m so sorry. You must hate me.” Tenya dropped his gaze again.

“I don’t hate you. I love you, you big fucking dork.” Hitoshi said before he could stop himself. He froze, violet eyes going wide. Tenya slowly dragged his gaze back up him, his blue eyes blown just as wide.

“In what way?” Tenya asked quietly.

“W-what d-do you mean?” Hitoshi nearly choked.

“I would like to know if the extent to which you love me mirrors the amount I love you before I do something reckless. Again.” Tenya was surprised the room didn’t catch on fire from the sheer amount of blush that overtook Hitoshi

“Y-you love me?” Hitoshi thinks he might explode, or his heart explode with how hard it was thumping away against his ribcage.

“I do. I have liked you in a romantic way since we were ten or so. It is all right though if you do not reciprocate those feelings. It would be illogical for me to assume that-“

“I do!” Hitoshi squeaked. “Reciprocate them.”

“For how long.” Tenya asked.

“I don’t know. It feels like always?” Hitoshi forced his gaze away and stared up at the ceiling.

“Based on this evidence, my actions will perhaps not be as reckless as I thought.” Tenya stood suddenly, startling Hitoshi who stumbled back a few steps, arms flailing wide. Tenya grabbed his face with his right hand, now healed thanks to another healing session. His left hand was still in bandages, but he enough mobility in it to reach around Hitoshi and pull him flush against his chest. He smiled down at the purple haired boy softly for a mere second before he closed his eyes and brought their lips together in a chaste kiss.

He pulled back after a moment to see Hitoshi with eyes really blown wide, red as a beet, and frozen with his arms still sticking out to his sides.

“f-fuck.” Hitoshi croaked out.

“Im sorry. Did I upset you?” Tenya asked retracting his hand, suddenly worried that maybe, like everything else in his life, he had moved too fast. But he had been wanting to do that for five years so he didn’t really feel all that guilty.

Hitoshi blinked and seemed to regain his thoughts before shaking his head. He threw his arms around Tenya’s neck and met his lips again. This time, in a far less chaste manner than the first. Tenya’s bandaged hand snuck around Hitoshi’s waist while the other trailed under his arm and up his back to tangle fingers in purple hair. The engine hero relished the feel of Hitoshi’s lips, just as soft as he always imagined them. Hitoshi in turn was only capable of thinking how fucking nice it felt to finally be held by Tenya like this.

This time when they parted, it was because they both needed air.

“FUCK” Hitoshi said breathlessly.

“Mmmm that was even more enjoyable than I always imagined it would be.” Tenya chuckled and then pinched his eyebrows together in thought. “I should probably ask you to officially date me now. I believe that is the protocol. Would you like to be my boyfriend?”

“God yes. Yes.” Hitoshi nodded, leaning up to kiss him again before pulling back abruptly. “On one condition.”

“Oh?”

“Don’t you EVER go on some crazy revenge vendetta EVER again.”

“I shall do my best.”

Twenty minutes later, before Midoriya could stop him, Todoroki slid open the hospital room door and then quickly slid it shut. He tried to immediately forget THAT image while simultaneously filing away the knowledge in case it was needed someday.

Hitoshi and Tenya were too lost in each other, too busy making up for five or so years of mutual pining to even notice him.

[oneeightcosplay-blog]

Anime Boston 2018 | Day One

This was by far the best con yet! This was Kate and I’s first con where we actually met awesome people! Kate and I always make it a goal to make friends at cons but we get too nervous to talk to new people but this con was so much different! We met brilliant new people every day at the con and it was honestly a dream come true! There are so many faces I cannot wait to see again! 

Day One we went as Deku and Uraka and get this WE WERE ACTUALLY AHEAD OF SCHEDULE IN THE MORNING!! When we left the hotel by 9:15 I was honestly SHOOK! I was so proud of us because usually Kate and I say we’ll leave at a certain time but then we spend too much time being cozy in bed and then scramble to get ready. We left the hotel and the first thing we did was we went and picked up our badges. The badge line was luckily not bad at all! It took us maybe 20-30 minutes which was a shock! SO THANK YOU PRE-REGISTRATION YOU’RE THE REAL HOMIE!! <3 

After picking up our badges we decided to get Starbucks because Deku and Uraraka are basic. Kate and I both got coffee fraps and a double chocolate chip frap for our friend Nicole ( @talacosart ), which turned out to actually be for her friend Orion. Sneaky sneaky! But honestly I would’ve picked up coffee for anyone TBH just say the word and I got you! Because of all the frappuccinos in my hand, I forgot to record me meeting Nicole for the first time!!! It was a chase through the artist alley. I went through aisle and aisle until I finally spotted her! I shouted, I think don’t quote me on this, NICOLE! She stared at me for a moment and just didn’t say anything but then after a few seconds it clicked and we went in for the running hug! She later admitted she forgot what I looked like...thanks Nicole -_- <3 

I introduced her to Kate and she introduced me to three of her very sweet and awesome friends! Later that night I asked Nicole for her friends’ Instagrams so I could stalk them only to discover that I already followed them and already stalked them a few weeks ago. Orion taught me “bust a nut” so that’s exciting! What a guy!! We roamed the artist alley for a long while and I gushed over all the beautiful Lance art and Tododeku art. After artist alley, I really kind of forgot what we did after that...I want to say OH WAIT I REMEMBER!! We went up to Nicole’s room so that she could change into Killua from Hunter X Hunter!!! We waited for Nicole to change and Kate and I bonded with her dad Jim while watching Friends and talking about the origin of the laugh track. Then we went to lunch at California Pizza Kitchen and Kate and I shared a Margarita Pizza. The Margarita Pizza had hidden tomatoes in it and I was not happy but it was still yummy I guess. Jim paid for lunch which was INSANELY KIND AND GENEROUS!! Kate and I insisted that he didn’t but he insisted that he did and I couldn’t believe he would pay for the food of two strangers. It was so sweet! <3 THANKS AGAIN JIM!!!!!!

After lunch, we went to the Vendor’s Room! Kate was on the hunt for a One Punch Man figurine for her brother Alex and I just wanted something cute and fluffy. As we were walking through the vendor’s room we realized that Josh Grelle, THE VOICE OF ARMIN MY BEST BOY, was having a signing which is wild because I thought I was going to miss it because I thought it was at 8 PM!! So I jumped right into line and Kate and Nicole were so sweet to wait with me!! Josh was soooooo sweet and funny and he spoke to me in his Armin voice and I almost started crying. It was an amazing experience and I’m so happy I got to meet the man behind some of my most precious children (Armin, Yuri, and Nitori). 

Kate and I invited ourselves to the Hunter X Hunter meetup and somehow became professional photographers for the meetup. Well I mean not really but I pretended like I was. I snapped 10000000 pics of Nicole and the whole gang! And I’m pretty sure at first the people at the meetup thought I was just some creepy stranger BUT I PROMISE IM NOT!! Got some awesome shots of Nicole and some meme shots of her, Kate, and I. But who doesn’t love a good meme? 

We all went back to Kate and I’s hotel so we could change into our onesies for the BNHA PJ meetup. Kate wore a pig onesie and I wore my carrot onesie. We stayed at the hotel for about an hour and we laughed at Barbie Vlog Videos and we told some fun stories from high school and talked about prom experiences and such. It was really fun and awesome bonding time!! Then we went to Nicole’s hotel room again and Nicole changed into Todoroki for the BNHA PJ meetup. NICOLE CHANGED SO MUCH ON FRIDAY OML BLESS HER SOUL. Then we walked to the place where we wanted to eat dinner but it was too fancy for us to eat there in cosplay so we had to scramble to find a new place. We finally decided on going to a Poke place right across from the con and I don’t think Nicole and Kate liked it that much :( BUT I LOVED IT! On our way there we ran into a nice man on a bicycle who asked us all about the convention and he told us about his first con experience at Katsucon when he was 8. He told us he was thankful we ran into him so that he knew the con was going on and he pulled out his phone to buy tickets. He gave us great advice on where to eat the rest of the weekend and then he biked away! We never saw him at the con but I hope he made it and had a great time!!

The last thing we did was go to the PJ meetup!! It was so fun! I had never been to a meetup of any sorts before and it was fun to see all my fave characters in fun PJs!!! There was a Tokoyami which was awesome and there were a lot of adorable fellow Dekus!!! After the meetup, we did our own little mini photoshoot. We did some Tododeku, Uradeku, and just some trio pics!! A lot of dabbing!! Then we just sat around in that spot for about an hour. We went live and our friend Lu joined us and taught us about how to edit photographs and they showed us their awesome photography project for school. They were worried about it but Kate, Nicole, all the people on the live, and I reassured them that their project was SLAYING AND BRILLIANT AND FABULOUS!!! 

We got back to the hotel at about 12:30 AM and I started looking through vlog stuff, took a shower, watched my friend Faith go live on Instagram and do some awesome cosplay makeup, and watched Netflix till about 2:00 AM. After Kate got out of the shower she was on her phone for about 30 minutes and then she passed out. We were so happy with how the day went and we were so excited to do Voltron the next day!!!!! 

DAY ONE WAS A BLAST!!! <3

Joni

[castlehead]

beauty seems to be really funny most of the time and i like dat.

this idea that sends pop definitions of beauty running for the hills makes for some

quality distance, if only one step back.

what if i had any idea who i was but could see into everybody else

phone home cheeky cosmic touch m8 gonna think this is too easy

yeah but not let’s feel this way without before examining ourselves

for anything fake about it first parting from the idea that there wasnt anyway

and then parting cuz that knows so much

that part of me knows so much abt what do you call it extreme fear of maudlin

i run naked thru the grass singing abt yesteryear

                        ...There’s a move in social situations I like to call, “around the sun” whereby you wait for the game to end to play music, or wait patiently for one plan of another to say its peace so you can say yours. I like to take it to a more extreme level and say, turn down the fuckin tv, I want to listen to a thing I find beautiful.

SONG ONE : like the earth

1. Sit back and dream of clouded metaphors Reveal the schemes that we devised Back in the day, when ur hands were small And the WORLD splayed out colorfully Before our eyes

(chorus)

Take ur thronging bussloads of the living dead Take all the lifetimes of a million busy heads Ur sly intellectuals that laugh in the dome The only place, the only place is in the peaceful tones Of singing birds perched on ascending wires, like notes

2. Caught u up past three, sitting on the porch I woke up from a dream that I immediately forgot That seems to happen a lot, especially if previously I torched a dutch and passed the fuck out But from the ether of my dreams I heard, from the scope of reality I heard you shout

(chorus)

3. The sun and the moon both live in a box And the box is a square made out of lead And the square lies motionless in ur head Like a body on the rocks

Watch the hour tuck away into an evening A day nestled in afternoon light From the beginning In ur mind that made all minds the same The twilight creeping across ur paper brain And I can only burn and burn and burn

And I can turn round like the EARTH And I can be a sphere like the EARTH And I can stitch up the nations With fear, like the EARTH

(chorus)

                        ...people who call it a false flag just don’t wanna think it’s their own who bomb, if it can’t be a towelhead.

SONG TEW : the rainbow

The sinister rainbow blinks over the clover And the dawn is a monster in my brain I'll take a picture before this song is over And I’ll fix u in a wheel to keep me sane

Don’t break out the gin for the old lady creepers Smoke until the blur makes ur head float around I live in hades, burn my tongue on the heater When I lick this heaven ill taste yur sound

(chorus)

What Im saying isnt deep What Im stealing isnt cheap But I know that if i play it loud and long That this song in my head will instead Form a beat

Like a stranger in the rain Slowly driving me insane There's a fork in the road And I dont know whether Or when, all this shit will come together In the end

2. I got a stupid friend who lives in a pause He takes life from the tiger’s jaws, and prays

That life begins again, after it is over And the rainbow shines like a dream, in a daze

Ill take u thru the eye of the needle Ill breathe a testament to ur false gods Ill tell the truth, and contaminate the evil And zap u like a lightning rod

(chorus)

3. Dont you know that the rainbow is the world? Dont you know that the news is already told? Im gettin too old to be unfurled Im seein the rainbow in my mind Im waking up for the daily grind Im singing useless things for useful people The rainbow is not evil, its kind Dont u know that the color kings rattle like a marble In a tin can? And the rainbow eats the darkness like a mother Without a son? Dont u know that u can never be a man? And the rainbow drags across the empty land And the rainbow drags across the empty land

(chorus) (chorus)

                        ...the only division is classical and romantic. all else is contributory to these two. postmodern, modern, no. romantic. it all follows the romantic objective. one is ruled by the time at which it occurred, and the other is ruled by the mechanism of breaking from any present time.

SONG THREE : an ending that promises to begin again

1. A legend sleeps in yur head somewhere You take yur trembling hands And grope for mine, like a bum for spare Change... You cant explain

This strange perdition that engulfs Yur position in the sane... And the trouble of the pulse That leads a broken synapse Up into my eccentric brain... Theres a clot in my neck And the ruins of time Keep me from being able to find A comfortable spot to rest

(chorus)

Im stuck in erasure--a constant exposure To the elements still provides me with eyes To see bad karma writhing in my spleen And I wonder if ill dream While the whole WORLD is awake Will I be the manufactured figure, Will I be fake?

Or will I take these petty abstractions And roll them up into a ball And put them in my pocket Just to feel the reason stall In my throat... Is life a puzzle, or a joke?

2. The life you led one sunny afternoon Is the life you never led again... I can appreciate the reasons For why you did not blend Like a chameleon in the room But cant discern the seasons Of the moon

Yur whispers prosper, loud Like a passionate apostle And the lords are proud of ur Painting on the wall... That skritter of an evening gone Is enough to scatter colors When the sky finally falls, And the lords are like the brothers Of what lorded over them... Take these idols and shatter them... The racket in my brain is loud And does not end And does not end And does not end, even when the jig is up Cuz ive gotten fucked by time: Its an ending that promises To begin again

(chorus)

                        ...Nobody starts an Apollonian, and only those are Dionysian who have the capacity for restraint needed to confer the Apollonian chariot, tho some die without a revision of the vision etc. some die restraintless

SONG FOUR : chauncey ames and the case of jenny preston

1. Chauncey loved the flowers Chauncey loved the trees Chauncey smelled the wind And knew that he was free

Chauncey took a cab home Chauncey felt the air flow Thru the window He paid the driver extra Just for keeping him From being alone... Back, once again To the place that he had left Long ago

In fact, it had been years and years and years Since the man had seen walls Not fortified in concrete... In fact, it had been years and years and years Since this man had put to rest That lying cheat

(chorus)

Chauncey was a killer That was his disease Got off on manslaughter: Fingerprints on a pair keys Got him twelve years For offing someone's daughter Even tho she was eighty three Cuz no matter how old u are Everyone Is a daughter or son To someone

2. Now he's out, but he has his fears... Maybe people will not like him For his past It is unclear Even after all the facts Had been presented... Whether Jenny Preston Was murdered, or just had a bad fall Onto a bed of broken glass They found her in the hall At the head of the stairs, flat on her wrinkled ass

(chorus)

Chauncey was a man of few words But in the end he was unheard His eyes were petrified In delirium His arms shook As he held the gun He took aim On the good book Instead of his brains just to prove a point His neck is craned His eyes like coins That shine their milky matter On the barrel of a luger

(Chorus)

                        ...doubt any of y'all would live up to the wit/confidence/sardonicism y'all judiciously sculpt for hours on the book of face.

SONG FYVE: my summer home

1. This is food for thought Write it down in chalk: The chimney puffs From the fire in the fireplace And erupts in a black plume And with luck The old man Balances a spoon On his nose He sits inside a room As the room grows Smoking from a pipe While its raining outside And the light Is waning, slowly waning, outside

My fingers and my toes Are numb to the bone And I will have my wish To swim with all the fish In the sea of my mind In time ill find A little spot in the country Somewhere peaceful and secluded Ill save up all my money And hope im not deluded And hope that I can find a place Thats nice, a lush spot For a good price

(Chorus) Do you feel that I feel you? Do you feel that you feel me? The time is right to live again To let the atoms wiggle In our spherical galaxy That seems to have no real end But the one that we assume Is reality, and soon We'll eat up all the doom

2. Concentrate upon a single understanding Dont let the sisters on the throne Rage in the dome And find out that this trip Needs more planning to exist

The sky is silver and the universe is green Ill show you things in this world That you have never seen Things that have been waiting So long to be unfurled Things for boys and things for girls Without an explanation Ill bring the nation together And hold it by a tether Show you things for boys And things for girls

(Chorus)

                        ...for example i would never be able to muster the cognitive stones to say all of this, in order, amongst the company of people, even friends

SONG SIX : notion

#1 im in the middle of this phrase Stuck between the lines Bless these simple chains I'll see what I can find In my simple mind To lead to some way out The drip, drip drip of water From the trippy rusty spout Keeps me awake I'll explain that to ur daughter The world is fake The world is miles away:

Chorus: Put a notion on the river And see it travel downsteam Suspended on liquid creature dreams I sweated thru the fever And, between the middle of this phrase Passed all my days in solitude And grew weaker, as the days Passed on in solitude

You can call me daft You can say im frozen In technicolor time That im stranded on an island In the middle of the ocean But I dont have the spine To wiggle thru the shaft And give you back This simple notion

#2 I gots a paper boat Lofting on the water It travels down ur purple throat And dissolves in the water

I set a fire just to see if it could think And I questioned the venom Just to see if it could blink Nonsense on the edge Of the bullshit day Chillin on the ledge, you shape the clay And drive the screws on down And drive the screws on down

I thought of you, thought of you And I felt like a clown

(chorus)

#3 I crawl out, I crawl out I crawl out of bed I walk down the hall To turn the notion into thread And whisper rumors to the dead Sometimes I try to talk And my voice drops Sometimes the vague paralysis Defies analysis And you are left sitting on a chair In a yellow room That is a technicolor tomb Without a door, confined and spare, I crawl, I crawl I crawl out of bed And walk down the hall And fall and fall and fall Into the creation of sound Until I hit the ground And everything is mother night And the imperfections in yur eye Spangle in the strange notion of the twilight

(chorus) (chorus)

                         ...the broad concept of subjectivity has as much to do with a detailed exegesis of one tenet of it as death itself with the specific way we die

SONG SEVEN : collected and connected

You're a sharp one You're a dumb one You got nobody But the people in yur head

And everybody is connected But you aint connected to them Yur a ghost, on the interim While the fringes die out You live them out To the last splinter Until it is winter And the trees are all white with snow And the blue wind blows

Yu spend twenty minutes Feeling for the lightswitch In a room made out of figments That you shovel into a ditch And bury, along with all yur Dangerous ambitions And as you drive away, you feel The religion Of yur memories corrupt u And yu reel

CHORUS. Cuz everyones connected Everyones collected Into the same intangible organism That lives life in the schism Of ur teeth I watch ur lips move And cannot hear u speak I pick up on the clues and watch the pressure leak Until all of it is used And nothing much is left To be abused

Everyones connected by a string That trembles across the space Of every living thing The fractions of my face illuminate in the light I shake when i sing I am a yellow kite Mangled in a tree Forgotten by the breeze I am a thing, wafting in the breeze But I have begun again, my friend, Just by following the string Follow, follow the string

#2 Two days ago the WORLD was made of angles I opened my eyes to the lost ways And came upon a shallow swale The brush and branches tangled And the rays of the sun, barely Coming thru the jail Of the scary fray

Dont you think that yur fellow men Would like to lend a hand? And dont you think That this desert you have crossed Only gets u more lost Until u arrive at the brink Of the sahara, and find A single, solitary house Where a mumbling old man Is confined

(CHORUS) (CHORUS)

i always dress nice when i have no place to go. otherwise i look like a sweaty coked up hobo. its my chic, paranoid hobo chic. my comportment u say? quirky to the acquaintance, somewhat sad to the friend, an endearing mix of both with a dash of worry to the best friend, and an embarrassment to the significant other. im usually the life of the party bc i bring drugs so people are forced to tolerate my horror of a personality.

rejection is a rare and beautiful flower my time is spent tending it my life wants it to be a gift i water the flower it sits next to my bed it is next to a lamp littered under the lamp are dead ladybugs ladybugs are all over my house but if i am not meant i am not meant and i cast my line of poetry here trying to figure out if it was meant to be there wonder exactly why what is innumerable can be rare and think of lots of things

[eucatastrph]

hi, it’s me, back at it again w/ the (mostly) non-sexual intimacy

I would very much like to discuss soft baths and andreil today bc i had a fucking fantastic bubble bath and i think everyone should have more of them so buckle up my dudes

(also we’re operating in a little au in which college dorms have baths bc i do what the fuck i want) 

it starts mostly just bc andrew likes to have baths, he likes to sit there for ages in the soapy water and let it relax his muscles after tough training for stupid sports and adds hot water when it gets cold and he is short enough that his whole body can be under water (lucky bastard) 

he likes to hold his breath under water and enjoy how everything feels muffled and distant and separate and like nothing else matters for a minute so he usually has baths when he's having a bad day, with a locked door and soft pyjamas and hot chocolate waiting for when he comes out

it also happens in part bc Allison likes two things a lot 

1 - buying things for her friends

2 - lush bath bombs 

so she combines this and decides that neil Needs some bath bombs bc we all know this boy is shit at self-care so allison is trying to get him to take actual care of himself bc she is an Excellent friend 

one day she comes to visit armed with a bag of lovely smelling stuff, shoves it at neil and tells him to take a fucking bath 

neil is sorta stunned (poor boy still isn’t great at accepting gifts but between andrew’s eden’s outfits and allison’s enthusiasm for gift-giving he’s been getting better) and he just sort of mumbles out a thank you and allison gives his cheek a soft pat

neil takes them all back to his dorm and lays them all out and smells them all and some are too strong but most of them are so nice and he actually likes the idea of them a lot and makes plans to take an actual bath this weekend for the first time in years 

so he does, he runs the water far too hot at first and scalds his foot when he tries to get in but he figures it out and sits down and its actually really nice?? he might be starting to get why andrew likes this so much??

and then he grabs the bathbomb (im thinking Metamorphosis?? it smells nice and warm and its back on the outside but it explodes into so many colours its so pretty guys) 

and he just watches the colours and the smell and he's like ?? maybe allison is Right?? (spoiler: she is. Always.)

meanwhile, andrew is getting worried (he’d rather Die than admit it tho) bc neil up until this point has been strictly a quick shower guy (unless andrew is in there too, then it’s less quick), like, he used body wash to shampoo his hair until he discovered that if he stole andrew’s actual shampoo his hair felt much nicer 

also the last time neil took this long in the bathroom andrew went in to check on him and found him staring at his own face in the mirror and borderline hyperventilating and andrew would rather not have a repeat performance of that one thanks

so he goes to knock on the door 

Neil just shouts to come in, he knows it’s andrew bc they're the only two in their format the moment, kevin having gone to drink with aaron and nicky in their room. he hasn’t locked the door bc he remembered the last time as well, and knows it would have taken him much longer to pull himself back from the edge if andrew hadn’t been able to get there there to hold the back of his neck and tell him in no uncertain terms to stop it

so andrew comes in to the sight of one neil josten lying in a steamy bath swirling his fingertips in the colourful mess on the surface of the water

and he kinda wants to be in there too 

(im gonna put this in andrew’s last year?? when they've had more time to get comfortable with touching each other and accepting physical comfort and reassurance??)

so he asks “can i come in, yes or no?”

neil is ecstatic at the proposition, he is already feeling pretty relaxed and his muscles feel loose and he’s content and the idea of andrew being there too is too good to resist, also, more importantly, he’s insanely proud of how much of andrew’s trust he's earned 

so he says, grinning, “always yes” 

andrew mumbles a token protest against the ‘always’ as he strips down to his underwear but leaves them on bc he isn’t in the mood for pushing any boundaries rn, he just wants to relax with neil in the bath and this puts him more at ease no matter now much progress they’ve made

he walks over and steps in and is immediately like “josten this is too fucking cold why the fuck are you sitting here freezing have you finally snapped” 

neil thinks it’s a perfectly reasonable temperature but acquiesces to turn on the hot water tap again as andrew manages to sit down in between neil’s legs 

(they both fit perfectly in the bath and I'm still jealous of short people)

andrew’s tense at first, his back carefully upright and held away from neil’s chest but then neil asks where he can touch and andrew says anywhere above the waist so neil carefully runs his hands up and down andrew’s back until he relaxes and leans back against neil

and then they just sit there quietly for a while, enjoying each others company as neil carefully plays with andrews hair and plants the occasional soft kiss on top of andrew’s head or his neck which makes andrew’s head loll to the side to give neil better access (he’s long accepted that neil might not be the only one with a slight neck fetish)

and andrew feels relaxed too now, and content bc this wasn’t a thing that he ever thought he’d be allowed to have, but he made it and things might not be this good all the time but the percentage of bad days has been dropping and he’ll take that

so he takes one of nails scarred hands and kisses all the burns along his hand and arm and squeezes their fingers together

you know that thing couples do where their fingers are interlocked and they kinda seem the they're trying to pull apart but then their hands snap together again?? its like a play fighting thingy that i can’t describe well?? they do that

when the water finally starts to get cold they decide to actually get clean, since that is also part of the essential purpose of a bath

they’re so careful and gentle with each other, they wash each others hair and are certain not to get any suds in eyes and they rub softly over scars with sweet smelling body wash and it’s all just very careful and nice and makes them think about how far they’ve come from that shower they shared after baltimore when they were both just happy to be alive and together whereas now they're actually living together and making a life, which might not be as thrilling but it’s so comfortable and reassuring that its a thousand times better

they get out slowly and pull on their pyjamas which are soft and both smell of the same laundry detergent, and they go to get hot chocolate for andrew and tea for neil before they go to bed and lie pressed together while they watch some random show on neil’s laptop until they’re ready to fall asleep.

[stfumarklee]

Cowgirl

Dean Winchester x (fem) Reader

Warning: ) smut slightly in the end, swearing, kinky ;) lol im so sorry but i felt like writing it so yeh. sorry again.

“i’d really like some pie” said Dean while driving his Impala after hunting down yet another werewolf.

“I think we should get ourselves cleaned or we’ll go looking like we came straight from The Walking Dead.” Sam replied 

“What?” Dean said back, looking at Sam in confusion. Sam looked at Dean with his signature ‘I’m-so-done-with-you-right-now’ face as he asked Dean to forget the reference.

“whatever, were definitely getting pie tonight.” Dean said as he turned up the music in which Dean sang along with Led Zeppelin “I, I CANT QUIT YOU BABY” 

“tURN IT DOWN DEAN, MY EARS!” Sam yelled as he covered his ears with his hands.

This went on until they’ve reached the motel. Which Sam’s ears only gotten used to the loud music by the end of the ride.

“Thank god” Sam said wincing at the ringing in his ears.

“its chuck.” Dean said looking at Sam smirking at himself.

Sam couldn’t help but smile at the lame joke his brother made as they entered the motel.  “ha, lame.”

By now, Sam and Dean looked far from zombies. Both with wet hair and clean clothes and Sam attempting to dry his hair a little with a small towel. Just as Sam was getting comfy on his bed Dean shouted from the bathroom “Oh no princess, were getting the pie.” 

“Dean, its 3 AM.”

“So? Sleeping beauty could get her beauty sleep after i get pie.” Dean said back quite seriously as he walked out of the bathroom and towards his brother.

“Dude, who sells pie, or eats pie at 3 in the morning?” 

“i would.”

“Dean, we’ll get some pie tomorrow”

“but it is tomorrow”

“oh my- fine.” Sam being fed up of the childish man, stood up and followed Dean to the car.

They were currently back in the impala, still discussing about who’d sell pie this early and why Dean could’ve wait until later. 

“Aha! There” Dean said relieved and proudly as he pointed at a small shack which had lights on.

“Where?- you can’t be serious” Sam said as his face dropped. Poor Sammy was tired and extremely fed up with this child in front of him. By now its was 15 min past 4, yet somehow Dean was bubbling with energy.

They parked the impala and Dean basically zapped to door, which had nice tiny bells signalling a customer entering. For some pie. At 4 AM.

Sam didn’t follow him, he basically passed out because of sleep deprivation.

It was nice, cute little shack that had all kinds of pastry, and drinks. It looked more like a wannabe-bar, with music play softly in the background which Dean didn’t recognise because it was The 1975 playing instead of the classics. The shack smelled like buttery goodness and fresh coffee beans, in which Dean’s stomach grumbled as response. He began to really like the place. It was peaceful and quiet, because he was the only customer. 

“wow, you’re up early” a heavenly voice rang into Deans ear. Something he’ll never forget.

“yeah- wow” Dean said without thinking. He couldn’t help himself. For a second he forgot to breathe. What he saw was absolutely stunning. 

She had gorgeous (h/c) locks with piercing (e/c), another thing that will be incredibly hard to forget. She was wearing a red mini skirt that was above her knee, a white button up with a red apron above it. She had red lipstick on too and she goes by (y/n). Dean knew this because it was printed on the apron.

“are you getting anything?” she asked after the gorgeous pretty-green-eyed stranger observed and studied her.

“Oh- uh yeah, do you guys have pie?” Dean answered, with his signature breath taking smirk.

“Yeah… but it just entered oven, we literally opened 5 minutes ago”

“oh, its alright. I’ll just wait.” Dean responded, never planned on leaving just yet anyways. “what pie is it anyways?” he added in.

“Apple, and berry. We have custard, coconut and chocolate pie in the fridge but it needs time.” 

“damn, i love this place already, i’ll get the apple”

“you must really love pie.” she said while grinning. How could anyone look this gorgeous this early in the morning? Dean thought without knowing she was thinking the same thing. I mean, who isn’t attracted to a guy like that?

“i love me some pie” Dean said, attempting to sound cute. Which worked because she giggled lightly and softly. Damn.

“Me too, who could resist such beauty?” She agreed.

“and she likes pie” Dean thought and noted aloud without noticing, but not regretting it either. She laughed and walked away to check on the pie.

Dean, proud of himself, walked around to observe the place. it looked like it was made by wood and it had a head of a fake bull hung on a wall. Underneath it was a secured and strong glass box that had an old gun and bullets in it with gloves and other stuff. Dean liked it. But what he really liked was the hat on top of the box. A cowboy hat, sitting there peacefully, waiting for someone to pick it up. That someone was Dean, and he put it on. Because he’s Dean.

He looked at the mirror and he was enjoying his time. Little does he know that the girl he’s been crushing on, (y/n), was staring at him and romanticising all those nasty things they’d do together. She had a major crush on him too. How could anyone look this hot? Especially at this time. I must look like a slob, i must be out of his league. He’s probably married and has an apple pie life…  She thought and thought until he was in front of her, she must have been in a trance because she didn’t notice it until he said “You like the view?”

“Oh!- uhm, i- I’m sorry, just reaaallly tired, hehe, you know… early shifts” She stuttered and tried really hard to cover it up, but that doesn’t work on Dean Winchester. Or anyone in fact. 

“nice try, sweetheart” he said smirking, and winked at the end. wINKED.

“i think the pie is ready” (y/n) muttered and left to get the pie that would definitely be cooked by now.

around 4 minutes later, she bought the pie to Dean who was waiting patiently.

He smirked as she arrived. She was blushing madly.

“whip cream?” she asked un confidently, only getting a huge grin from pretty-green-eyes with the cowboy hat that turned her on. She knows he wasn’t oblivious on how insane he made (y/n) feel. She doesn’t even know his name yet.

“Im Dean” ignoring the question earlier.

“(y/n)” she said back. Dean… nice.

“and, yes id like whip cream” he added in, as his tongue darted at the bottom lip for a quick second.

fuck.

She placed the big slice of apple pie in front of him, the fork, spoon and knife as well; and turned around to get the whip cream.

fuck fuck fuck

by now she was mildly turned on. She realised they were the only ones in the shack. No one would know. Apart from that guy with hair better than any other girl’s outside, knocked out. He had a nice car, she thought it might been Dean’s brother. 

Lets play this game then.

She came back with the bottle of whip cream, but Dean noticed the she was more confident now, and that her white button up was opened and showed a little cleavage just above the red apron. Who’s turn is it to be turned on now?

She put some whip cream on the pie (that was already half eaten), not before she took a taste of her own. Licking it off her finger, slowly. Dean just imagining what she’d do to him.

He bit his bottom lip so hard, his lip paled under the pressure.

That’s when she twirled around, where Dean got a glimpse of the black undies due to how high she pulled her skirt up and the air blowing it up slightly. He wanted her so bad. No, needed her. As much as she does, but she was having a little too much fun. She winked at him and went to the back where they have the oven.

oh no she won't 

“oh come back here” he said sitting up straight now.

She obeyed and turned back and cat walked her way to the horny Dean Winchester. 

She then sat on his lap, and took his cowboy hat off to wear it instead of him. She smirked knowing that he liked it better on her, but she like it better on him. Now they were eating each other faces and grinding at each other. Desperate for each other, to taste more. Her hands grabbed a bunch of Dean’s hair and Dean let out a small moan. She smirked again and deepened the kiss. They parted for air, and they both missed each other the second they did. 

“fuck, you’re gorgeous.” Dean breathed out. 

“Lets go to the back room, the rest of the staff are coming.”

Dean let out an animalistic growl as response and grabbed (y/n) up and made out their way there. Shutting the door quickly behind to get to nasty business ;)

LOL im sorry

Ps, if you DID like it you could request more if you want lmao