#but only Gomez is able to pull it off

[cocoabubbelle]

SCOGUE-“Tember”

Day 4: [🦇] Addams Family

Nobody asked for this:

But I did it anyway 😜

[shit-talker]

For Halloween, Bruce and Selina dress up as Gomez and Mortica Addams, and the kids immediately decide they have to dress up at the other members of the family.

Dick somehow manages to get Alfred into a Grandmama costume and dresses himself up Lerch, but when Alfred chastises him and says it definitely makes more sense for them to swap, he gives in and somehow ends up as Grandmama, while Alfred is Lerch.

Jason goes all out as Uncle Fester and loves every second of being able to be as unhinged as he can be.

Tim and Damian have a long debate over who gets to be Wednesday and Pugsley. Tim reasons that since he is older, and so is Wednesday, he should be her. Mostly because there's no way he's even giving Damian the chmace to pretend to be older even if it is for a dumb halloween party. Damian argues that is only reasonable that he gets to be the stoic Wednesday and refuses to even consider the possibility of changing. They argue for so long, that eventually Jason shuts them both up and assigns them a role. I'll let you decide who won.

Cass says from the outset that she wants to be Thing. Nobody really knows how the hell she's going to pull that off, but they leave her to it. She takes a lot of liberty with the costume, turning herself into a Frankenstein-esqu version of Thing, with stitches goung everywhere and a black dress and makeup to rival Selina's. She also pretends to chop off her own hand and carries around a butcher knife the whole night for that very reason.

Duke goes as Cousin It and spends the whole night ominously staring into the eyes of unsuspecting guests and freaking them the fuck out. He changes the sunglasses that he wears throughout the night, too, making different expressions and prettending to be from different eras.

[timbradfordslover]

Summary: Tim has been working a lot and you haven’t seen him in 5 days.

Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem reader

Warnings: none

A/N: This story is based on Selena Gomez’s “Cologne” that was only officially released on Revival’s Deluxe CD. It cannot be found on any streaming platforms but some people have uploaded it to YouTube.

Cologne

Tim has been working very late the past week.He has been working a difficult case with Metro and has been doing a lot of overtime. He has only been home to sleep while his wife Y/N is at the veterinary clinic. He has only been able to text her to let her know whenever he gets home.

Y/N is exhausted when she comes home. She had several cases of cats eating yarn and hair ties. She just wants to take a hot bath and lay in Tim's arms. She goes to take off her shoes but stops to read a text from Tim. He says he's going to be working late for the fifth night in a row. Her heart drops as she reads it. She hasn't seen him in days and is dreading another night alone. She goes to feed Kojo and Osleya the cat before heading to the bathroom to shower.

After she showers and is ready for bed, she goes over to Tim's closet. She pulls out a Dodgers jersey and throws it on over her underwear. It swallows her as he is much taller than her. She goes over to his nightstand and grabs his cologne. She sprays it on her and goes to get Kojo and Osleya. They both hop into bed with Y/N on Tim's side of the bed. Osleya curls up next to her, and Kojo lays near the foot of the bed. The smell of pine and cedar engulfs her as sleep takes her.

3 hours later, Tim finally gets done with the case that has been keeping him away from Y/N. He walks out of the station and texts her before getting into his truck. When he walks into his and Y/N's shared bedroom, he sees Y/N asleep on his side of the bed in his Dodgers jersey. He smiles at her before quickly getting into the shower.

He gets into bed next to her and pulls her onto his bare chest and wraps his arms around her. Her eyes flutter open to see two blue ones smiling down at her. "You're home!"

She exclaims quietly. "Mhmm. Why do you smell like me?" He asks.

"I, uh, no reason." She stutters.

"I think I know why," he chuckles softly.

"I've missed you a lot," she said into his chest.

"Well, to make up for me being gone all week, I'm going to take tomorrow off. I'll take you to and from work and bring you food." He says into her hair.

"Really?!" She asks excitedly. "Mhmm, I'll make dinner too," he says to her. "I love you," she says sleepily.

"I love you too. You look so cute in my jersey, baby." He says while rubbing her back as they both fall asleep in each other’s arms.

[arijackz]

Aries Moon ✧ Taurus Mars Allure

Complementary yet opposing, Mars and Venus resemble fraternal siblings—distinct in their approach, yet intrinsically linked in their pursuit of greatness. Mars, the courageous brother, achieves what he desires through direct and competitive action. His motto is, "To be exceptional you have to be alone, that's the life of a warrior." Venus, on the other hand, embodies grace and diplomacy. She wins her battles not through force, but through collaboration and the art of persuasion.

Venus, the hottest planet in our solar system, and Mars are both insatiably hungry for what they desire—their passions burning with equal intensity. The only difference lies in their approach: Mars believes the path to achievement is through fierce competition, rising to the top by outperforming others, while Venus believes true success comes from dissolving barriers, uniting people, and creating harmony.

This is the classic "Play Innocent" charm, where beneath a soft and welcoming exterior lies a powerful, primal energy. The native can shift between wild, unbridled eroticism (which often results in public scandals), and a polished, approachable image that draws in massive crowds with ease. Behind this duality are two bloodthirsty planets, both hungry for victory and recognition, creating an ever-present push-pull dynamic. When it comes to relations, these individuals tend to be both commanding and delicate, taking charge when needed, yet also able to yield in a way that drives others wild with desire.

Lmao, this is the placement of sexy, baby faces.

☆ JANET JACKSON ☆ - 5th H Moon & 7th H Mars

☆ SELENA GOMEZ ☆ - 9th H Moon & 10th H Mars

☆ ANDY BIERSACK ☆

☆ LUCAS TILL ☆

WARNING: House positions are up for debate since these are not confirmed birth times.

I did these based off tropical signs. I love the sidereal ayanamsas, but it feels right to start this series with the original solstice and equinox calculations. Feel free to think of these natives as sidereal Pisces and Aries natives!

[daughterofcain-67]

{jυsт вεcαυsε ι ℓσvε үσυ}

Jensen Ackles x Female Reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Jensen had been busy but one day when he decides to surprise you just because he loves you. Simply meant for those who want to dance in the kitchen with your spouse for no reason, or go on old timey dates together.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: None~ Just a short little one shot with Jensen fluff. Jensen being a reassuring husband. Husband Jensen x Wife Reader.

Jensen had finished up filming a little promo as Soldier Boy for Gen V, the spin-off for The Boys. He was excited to play that role again since he had a lot of fun with the character on The Boys to begin with. It was a matter of days until the promo was released to the public.

Things were going well for him right now. He had even gotten some news that he would be touring around with Jared and the Supernatural cast again for some conventions and he was more than excited for that! He would be leaving in a couple of weeks for that.

But until then, he was staying busy with some other roles or promotions or whatever was going on with the brewery.

This afternoon, however, he finally had some time off. He told you that he was going to be busy all day making some plans and arrangements for going to the upcoming conventions, but he just wanted to surprise you. Especially since he married such a busy little bee.

While he spent his time filming and tending to the bar, you had a career of your own as a costume designer for musical artists and some bands whether its for their music videos or for what they would wear for their concerts. You had worked with Selena Gomez, Carrie Underwood, as well as Amy Lee from Evanescence, just to name a few individuals from some different genres of music.

He knew you had an eye for detail and that was one of the many things he loved about you. Amongst other traits you have of course.

So after his morning errands were done, he stopped by the store to pick up some surprises for you, which lead him to where he was now.

He was carrying in his little surprise when he opened the door to find you cleaning the kitchen listening to some music. When he looked at the tv since that's what you apparently decided to use, he saw that it was some song called 'How to be a Heartbreaker' by Marina and the Diamonds.

It sounded pretty upbeat and he chuckled to himself when he saw you dancing around to the chorus of this song while you were putting something away in the kitchen. He couldn't help the smile that was forming on his face.

You were adorable and he couldn't believe he actually married someone like you. There was never a moment when you couldn't light up his world.

He walked over to you when you didn't have anything in your hands, then he wrapped an arm around you from behind. In his hand was a bouquet of your favorite flowers just because.

"Now who's heart trying to break?" He asked.

You nearly jumped when you felt an arm wrap around you from behind but you smiled when you saw the flowers followed by the familiar voice of your husband.

You looked up at him and saw the grin on his face that made your heart flutter since the first day you met him. People have said that the honeymoon phase doesn't last that long but for you, it was unwavering. Sure there's disagreements and imperfections like any marriage, but you two were able to make it work and that was what mattered the most. You hoped that you two would have a long marriage.

“No one’s. The only heart I have is yours, and I’d like to keep it that way.” You heard Jensen chuckle before he leaned down and gave you a soft kiss on your lips.

When he pulled away you smiled when you looked at the flowers. You took them before you got out of his grasp, “Thank you for these, they’re beautiful! But I thought your day was booked.”

“Well, I said that but I may or may not have bent the truth a little.” Jensen replied while you were looking for a vase. Once you found one you placed the flowers inside and set them on the table.

“You’re free the rest of the day? That’s great! I know you needed some rest from your busy schedule.” You smiled before you walked towards him. He took one of your hands and twirled you around before pulling you into his chest, then he leaned down and kissed your shoulder.

“It is. I know that I’ll be gone for a while with the convention too. I wanted to spend as much time with you as I can, and today worked out perfectly.” You grinned at what he said and you heard the tv change to a slower song. You put on a random playlist on Spotify through your TV so it was a little unpredictable about what songs they’d play since you didn’t look before you clicked.

“How did I get so lucky to have you?” He smiled at what you said while he turned you around, placing a hand on your hip while keeping your other hands clasped together.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

“Dancing with my beautiful bride in our kitchen.” He replied and you snickered as you two started dancing around to whatever the song was. Based off the tune you could hear throughout the house it sounded like it was ‘Two is Better than One’ by Boys Like Girls. Perhaps your Spotify account was favoring some early 2000’s music at the moment.

As the two of you danced, you placed your head on his chest, smiling softly to yourself. It was the moments like these you appreciated most. You knew he was busy, but it was little things like this that let you know Jensen still cared despite his busy schedule.

You remembered the very first time the both of you danced as a married couple on your wedding day. It was truly the happiest day of your life. Your wedding was in the spring and you had an outdoor ceremony. All of your friends and family members were happy for the both of you.

“What are you thinking about, Love?” Jensen asked and you hummed a little.

“Reminiscing about our wedding.” You admitted.

Once the song was over, Jensen looked down at you before he kissed the top of your head. Then he got an idea.

“Why don’t you get dressed in something a little warmer and we’ll go out tonight? It’s supposed to be chilly this evening and I don’t want you getting yourself sick.” He said. You agreed and he watched you go upstairs to your room so you could change.

Once you were dressed in something warmer the two of you left the house so you both could enjoy yourselves. It had been a while since. You had a little date night.

He took you to a nice Italian restaurant where the both of you ate dinner and you had some dessert there. After that, he ended up taking you to a movie. However, tonight was your lucky night!

Jensen had managed to find a drive-in movie theatre. You thought those were practically extinct by now! But it was a sweet surprise nonetheless. You’ve always wanted to go into a drive in theatre and it was surreal that you were finally able to go. You both were even in the iconic ‘67 Impala that Jensen got to keep after Supernatural ended.

Everything felt so perfect.

You and Jensen were unbuckled and you were huddled together. His arm was around your waist and your head was on his shoulder as you both were looking at the screen watching ‘The Wedding Planner’ with Jennifer Lopez and Matthew McConaughey.

You knew Jensen wasn’t overly fond of romantic movies, and neither were you necessarily but you did like watching some of J. Lo’s movies every once in a while and you didn’t recall seeing this movie.

“Not even two minutes into the movie and she already reminds me of you.” You could hear Jensen say and you snickered.

“Oh yeah? How’s that?”

“You seem to be a little bit of a perfectionist. A hard worker. Dedicated to your job. But you look much better in those little suits with those pencil skirts than Jennifer does.” He chuckled and you smiled at the last part.

“Well it’s not easy planning and designing what people are going to wear in front of millions, potentially trillions of people.” You reminded and he just grinned as he laid his head down on top of your own as you watched the movie.

You got to the part of the movie where the children’s doctor saved the wedding planner. How a meeting like that happened must’ve been more than random chance. It seemed like fate, then again so did a lot of scripts for romantic movies like this. But of course there was always that problem to make romantic movies a bit more complicated.

“Now that’s in poor taste… if you’re engaged, you shouldn’t go with another girl to the movies or dance with her in the rain. That is a sure fire way to mess with a woman’s heart.” You said.

“Well, they have to have some sort of plot twist for these movies ya know.” He reminded and you grinned and shook your head.

“Yeah I suppose you’re right.”

You two continued to watch the movie and saw that McConaughey’s character saved Lopez’s character not once but twice now. But of course there was always that argument between the two characters to create a little angst.

“I can’t imagine how many weddings she’s seen not work out. This poor bride is going to get her heart broken. She’s got the worst judgement.” You said and he hummed a little.

“Yeah.. the bride and groom seem to be so incredibly different. I get that opposites attract but this a little too much.” He said.

Watching the beginning of this movie you started to wonder about a few things.

“Jensen? Did you ever have doubts if we would work out? I mean, we both have busy schedules… what if one day we’re too busy for each other and what if what everyone says about the honeymoon phase ending and we just fall apart?”

Jensen looked down at you and frowned a little, “Where’s this coming from, Darlin’?”

“I don’t know… I just hear things about couples losing their spark and I don’t want that ever happening to us…”

Jensen shifted and cupped your face so you could look up at him.

“I’ve never had a single doubt about us. Not one.” He reassured as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, “Yeah you and I have busy careers.. That’s a part of life.”

“But the fact that you’re even concerned about something like that happening, and the fact that you don’t want the spark to leave either means that you’re willing to fight for us if that time ever comes. Sure for some couples the honeymoon phase doesn’t last forever. But how do you think that couples married for over fifty years works out? They don’t let that spark ever fade even if it flickers from time to time.”

You gazed into his eyes and you could see the sincerity behind them. You smiled softly as you lifted your hand and caressed his face as he continued, “You’ve made me the happiest man on the planet the moment you said yes when I proposed to you. And I know that there is nothing you and I can’t do together. Our marriage will last a lifetime. I meant it when I said till death do we part.”

Your smile grew a little bigger when you remembered his vows that day. He looked so handsome standing there at the altar and you remember getting emotional when he said those vows that day.

“You’re right… No matter how busy we get, as long as we always make sure we take that time out for each other, as long as we fight for one another, as long as we love one another, then that’s all that really matters, isn’t it?” You said and he smiled.

“And I’ll love you forever and always.” He promised.

You leaned up and kissed him, and you could feel him smiling into the kiss causing your heart to flutter just like it did the very first time you kissed him.

Needless to say, this was a pretty good date night with your husband. He always knew what to say, and you knew everything he said was truthful. You knew that your marriage would last a life and you’d always be Mrs. Jensen Ackles.

Hey guys! I was just feeling like writing some soft Jensen content. Needed some fluff in my life. Hope this little one shot brightened your day and put a smile on your face! Love you all~

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@roseblue373 @deans-spinster-witch @chriszgirl92

[atimeofyourlife]

It comes crashing down

day 6 | rated: t | wc: 720 | prompts: NOT REALISING THEY'RE INJURED | Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms | Healed Wrong | "It's not my blood." | cw: car accidents | ao3 Buck and Tommy get in a car accident, the 118 are the unit responding. Buck was too focused on Tommy's injuries to notice his own.

The accident was unavoidable. A drunk driver speeding through an intersection after running a red light. Hitting the passenger side door of the Jeep.

Buck blinked after a moment, the car had barely stopped moving. He quickly took stock of his body, other than slight pain in his neck, nothing felt wrong. He slowly turned his head to the side. And Tommy.

Tommy looked dead. Blood covering him, unconscious, crumpled in on himself, only being held up by his seat belt. There was so little movement of his chest that Buck could have sworn that Tommy wasn't breathing.

"Siri. Call 911." He shouted as he reached out a shaking hand to check Tommy's pulse. He breathed a sigh of relief when he felt the thump-thump-thump under his fingers.

Time passed in a blur, Buck unable to remember anything he told dispatch, only able to focus on keeping Tommy alive. He unclicked his seatbelt, and slipped his jacket off to keep the pressure on the worst of his wounds. Keeping a check on his pulse and breathing, making sure neither stopped. He didn't even register the approaching lights and sirens, too focused on Tommy

-

"Okay, so we have a two car collision. A truck hit a Jeep in the intersection. Caller was the driver of the Jeep, he says he's uninjured but his passenger is in a bad way, needing urgent medical attention. He didn't know the status of the other driver as he was focused on-" Bobby listed off as he got out the engine, only to be cut off by Hen.

"Cap. That's Buck's Jeep." Her tone was pained.

"That means the passenger is Tommy." Chimney added.

"Right. Davis, Rosen, crowd and traffic control. Eddie, Gomez, take the driver of the truck. Chimney, Hen, you're with me on the Jeep." Bobby ordered.

"But-" Eddie cut in, as if he wanted to argue.

"Now, Eddie. I can't have anyone being distracted." Bobby was firm with his order, leaving no room for disagreements.

They went about their assignments, Chimney sliding into the backseat of the Jeep, his hands replacing Buck's too keep the pressure on Tommy's bleeding. "It's okay, Buckaroo. I've got him."

Bobby pulled open the driver's door. "Buck. Lets get you out, kid, so Hen and Chim can help Tommy." He held his hand out to help Buck out.

"We'll take good care of him, Buck. Don't you worry." Hen said, before she climbed into the Jeep to help Tommy.

"Come on, kid. Let me check you over." Bobby said, guiding Buck a little way away from the cars.

"Bobby, I'm fine. It. It's Tommy you need to worry about." Buck replied, seeming to only be holding on by a thread.

"Buck, you're covered in blood." Bobby said softly, prompting Buck to look down at himself for the first time.

"Oh." Tears welled in his eyes. "It's not my blood."

"Tell that to the cut on your forehead." Bobby lightly probed the area

Buck reached up to swipe his wrist across it. "Um. Ow. I didn't even notice it."

"You were too focused on him, which is understandable. He was the one in more danger. Hen and Chimney are with him now, so I can worry about you. You know the drill, head injury assessment, tell me what hurts, and let me see if there's any other cuts for me to dress." Bobby got Buck to sit on the back step of the ambulance. "The one on your forehead doesn't look too bad, but I think you will need stitches."

"I'm worried about him. I-I know Hen and Chimney are the best. But he was so bad." Buck said, his tears spilling over. "I thought he was dead. He was so still. It didn't look like he was breathing."

"Come here, kid." Bobby pulled Buck into a hug once he'd finished checking him over and dressing the wounds. Allowing Buck to sob into his turnout jacket. "He's a fighter. Just like you. They're nearly ready to get him out, and you can ride with him to the hospital. And we're all here for you, for both of you."

"Thanks, Cap." Buck wiped his eyes, and turned to watch as Tommy was extracted from the Jeep. It was going to be hard, but at least they had their family behind them.

Now with a follow up There may be a follow up to this one later in the month

[witchthewriter]

𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

Warnings: knife flirting, a bit nsfw but not much

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

ISTP

Hufflepuff

Neutral Good or Lawful Good

Capricorn Sun, Cancer Moon, Libra Rising

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・I'm going to be completely honest. He hated the thought of you going into battle, or going near any sort of danger.

・He was your protector, he was the one to make sure you were okay, that you were safe.

・But you wanted to be able to keep yourself safe, as well as anyone else that needed your help

・Uhtred was enamored by you; not only did you have the attitude of a warrior, but you could pull almost anything off.

"If you don't marry her Leofric, I definitely will."

・That earned a slap on the back of the head to the Dane/Saxon

・But that did bring on a whole lot of insecurities for Leofric. He definitely thought he wasn't good enough for you. That he wasn't good looking enough. Didn't have the right social standing for you.

・For a long time you thought he didn't like you

・However, you were used to it, with being a warrior woman

・Men felt emasculated by you. Even by looking at you. You didn't wear skirts.

・This, this, this , this and this were/are your daily attire. Depending on your day and what is going on etc.

・Leofric is a very sweet man. Well, he is to you. There's nothing he will deny you.

・Honestly, this man goes along with whatever you say (mostly to keep you out of trouble).

・He smiles a lot more when he's around you. Uhtred brought it up once; it was that moment that Leofric realised he was truly in love with you.

・Uhtred is your best friend. You bicker with each other every time you're together.

・Leofric kept himself from you for a long time because he thought you were with Uhtred. That you were 'his woman.'

・When you heard that you choked on your ale.

"The hell I am! I'd rather pluck out my eye balls then be his woman."

・You knew Uhtred's arrogance, and saw him like a brother. A purely platonic relationship.

・When Leofric found out that you liked him. He instantly denied it.

"No, no, she doesn't feel that way. No."

・Uhtred was like cupid trying to get you two together

・And when he was successful; Leofric and you, became inseparable. Whenever you were pulled away to do your duties, it felt like a piece of you was missing.

・When Leofric didn't have you in his company, he felt lost. He felt sad. You were the light in his life. The only thing he truly cared about.

・Some people rose their eyebrows at you; some even going as far to say something. But you both shut that shit down immediately.

・Just a girl and her bodyguard.

・A woman and her large shadow.

・Leofric wanted to marry you as soon as possible. To tie himself to you in the eyes of his Lord and country.

・He wanted everyone to know you two were together.

・The proposal was very sweet, romantic - just the two of you.

・The ring was his mother's, nothing too flashy. But an heirloom all the same.

・You jumped into his arms before he even finished his sentence.

"Yes! Yes you fool! Of course I'll marry you-"

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

The Gomez & Morticia Adams

"Think they'll try us?" (You) x "Fuck I hope so." (Leofric)

"What did I do?" (You) x "Today or in general? Either way it's bad." (Leofric)

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

He Doesn't Think He's Good Enough For Her

Sacrifice and Devotion

Challenging Social Conventions

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Too Sweet by Hozier

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞

・Leofric has had some ... experience in this area. He's a man, in his thirties - so of course he has.

・The first time you two had sex together was very rushed. It didn't start off that way though.

・The kiss had started off slow and steady.

・The second you pulled back, thinking it was a mistake, he pulled you back in. A hand on the back of your head and the other gripping the back of your shirt.

・Making sure you were completely pressed against him. Reminding himself that you were in his arms. That you felt the same way.

・Normal sex with Leofric is slow and sensual. He likes to take his time with foreplay; touching you everywhere he can. Sucking on your neck, massaging your breasts, sucking, flicking and biting on your nipples

・He doesn't want you to be quiet, Leofric wants to hear you moan. He needs to hear it.

・The thing that has become an obsession in his mind is the thought of fucking you. Making love to you. Eating you out. Ploughing into you for hours, making you a sweaty mess.

"You had enough? Aye?" He'd say in between thrusts. Making you mewl beneath him. Grabbing whatever you could to ground yourself.

"Mmmm," was all you could come out with. The ability to talk had been fucked out of you long ago.

He chuckled, low and gutteral, "one more round love, you can go one more round."

[taylor-swift-imagines]

Break up prank

Pairing: Taylor Swift x (female) reader

Warnings: None

Requested: @girl-style-now

Request: Can you do Y/N pranking Taylor telling her that shes breaking up with her?

***

Taylor Swift has been your girlfriend of five years now and you both couldn’t be happier, nothing else in the world made you both happy than being together.

You had been moved in with Taylor for about two years now, and things couldn’t get any better than this. You were both just so happy together, always snuggled up to each other on the soft sofa in her theater room, watching a movie while enjoying each other’s company. The most challenging part of this relationship is when you couldn’t make it on tour with her, and it saddened you that you wouldn’t be able to tag along on her Eras tour.

There were only a couple days left until Taylor leaves for tour and each passing hour was agonizing for you, as you wouldn’t see her for a few months. When the night before had arrived, you couldn’t stop yourself from letting tears roll down your cheeks at the thought of her being gone for so long, although you would Skype each other every night wasn’t enough for her. You needed to be with her in the flesh, but it’s not going to work for you this time. When Taylor first met you, it didn’t take long for her to understand that she was dating a prankster. Pranking was your favorite activity, but all of those pranks you pulled were harmless, but they got people extremely upset at you and you had even lost a few friendships to them. You’ve pranked basically everyone you know, everyone that is, except for Taylor.

As that thought had come across your mind, you got a wicked idea. You were going to do a break up prank on her just like on some of the YouTube videos you’ve seen couples do to each other. It’s one of the meanest pranks you could pull, and it could cost you a lot. But when you mentioned your idea to Taylor’s best friend, Selena Gomez, she wanted in on it. Selena was stopping by the following morning to help Taylor pack her bags and suitcases in the trunk of her car before taking to drop her off at her private jets. When the following morning arrived, you quietly answered the door when Selena texted you she was outside and ready to help you out. You went over to your big walk in closet and pulled out two black empty suitcases and took them with you outside to meet her.

The plan was now in action.

You watched from the side of the house until Taylor went back inside for her final bag and that’s where you come in asking for Selena to call Taylor back outside for a talk.

“Hey, Taylor? Could you please come back for a second?” She called.

Taylor reappeared and when she saw you with the suitcases of your own, she had a confused yet, very concerned look on her face before she started asking questions.

“What’s this? What’s going on, (Y/n)?”

“Well… there’s no easy way to tell you this, so I’m just going to come right out and say it.”

“Okay..”

Anxiety was pricking at Taylor’s heart as she thought she already knew what you were going to say, what this was going to be about.

“I think we need to take a break.. while you’re on your at least.” You say, looking away.

Selena had a guilty look on her face suggesting that she almost regretted helping you out on this.

“What do you mean? Have I done something to make you want to leave? How can I fix it?”

Taylor was frantic now as she continues to reason with you to stay.

“Can we at least talk about this-“

That’s when it hit Taylor that this must be one of your many pranks.

“Wait a minute… this is a prank, isn’t it?” She asks, sounding irritated.

“You guessed it! Selena here helped me out on it, too!”

Taylor looks over and spared a death glare at Selena before turning back to you.

“Don’t do that to me, (Y/n)! I really thought you meant that and you especially can’t do this to me right as I’m head out for tour!” Taylor sounded choked up as she says this, having you feel guilty.

“I’m sorry, Taylor. I never meant to scare you, it was supposed to be just a prank. I would never leave you, I love you too much.”

Taylor heavily sighs before engulfing you into a hug.

“I love you too, (Y/n). Just.. promise me you won’t do that again.”

“Of course, I promise.”

You weren’t able to make it for the drive to the airport due to online courses, so instead, you walk Taylor to the passenger’s side of Selena’s car and opened the door for her.

Taylor gave you a kiss before getting into the car, closing the door shut as you watched until the car was out of sight. This was the worst prank yet, but you loved each other so much to let anything come between your relationship.

Your love for each other was real.

This proves it.

***

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Midnight | Chapter 3 | S.R

Previous Chapter

Chapter Summary - Spencer is at a loss after leaving the BAU. You find yourself in the wrong place at the wrong time and life as you know it will never be the same again.

A/N - Chapter title from the Set it Off album “Cinematics”. Song lyrics at the end of the chapter.

Pairing - unsub! Spencer Reid / Fem! Reader

Category - dark angst | smut | very eventual happy ending

Warnings - drinking, Spencer’s rapidly declining mental health, nightmares, mentions of blood, swearing, cleaning up a crime.

WC - 4.9k

Chapter Three - Nightmare

The scraps of paper littered the bed like the world's most depressing confetti in his pathetic party for one. Ramblings of a man on the brink of destruction riddled the torn pages, manifestos of his rapidly declining brain. 

Names and crude drawings of warped human faces seemed to taunt him, coming alive from the paper and wrapping themselves around him in a blanket of evil. 

Linwood Jones.

Rico Hernandez. 

Alex Matthews.

Taylor Gardener. 

Eric Gomez.

Peter Cohen. 

And they were just ones within the District of Columbia. 

He had his bed sheet wrapped right up to his neck, pulling it close around his body like a cape and looking somewhat like a down on his luck superhero. 

It had been two weeks since he’d stormed out of the BAU and he’d only left his apartment once since to buy an obscene amount of scotch. He was down to his last bottle which meant he’d have to venture out again, but honestly, leaving the confines of this room seemed an impossible feat. 

There were days when Spencer’s bed held him hostage, the sheets working like hands keeping him firmly in place, wrapped in a straight jacket of his own mind. But it was preferable to being let loose on the world. There was something about being alone that enabled him to breathe so much easier than when he was surrounded by people. 

But as he brought the bottle to his lips and noticed it was almost half empty, he knew he had to at least make an effort to drag his sorry ass out of bed today, being sober didn’t seem like a safe option for him right now. 

Time had ceased to exist for him, his curtains pulled tightly shut so had no concept of day or night. Once his cell phone battery had died he didn’t have the impetus to charge it. It was a relief to be honest, it meant he wouldn’t have to hear it bleating every time the team tried to call or text him. 

They’d tried to visit too, JJ, Garcia, Rossi and Emily had all knocked on his door and proceeded to try and engage him by talking through the door. It was painfully similar to when he was grieving Maeve’s death only this time Garcia hadn’t left baskets full of food. 

He had nothing to say to any of them. All they’d want to do was talk him into coming back and that was something he categorically could not do. What he was going to do however, was still a mystery. 

He took another swig from the bottle before rubbing his hand aggressively against his eye. A few days ago his left eye had started to twitch, the way it had when he left prison and it was yet to stop. It was growing sore from the way in which he kept rubbing his palm against it. 

He still had PTSD from prison, maybe he always would. And it was only fuelled by the stress of wondering what the hell his next move was going to be. He couldn’t fathom thinking that far into the future. The only thing he could focus on right now was the list of names and the fact that he was rapidly running out of scotch. 

Tomorrow might be better. Some days he was completely fine, a normal functioning human being. Some days he was able to leave the clutches of the bed that held him captive so he could shower and eat. Other times he didn’t leave his bed for days at a time. 

Some days it was one step forward, five steps back. Some days Spencer wished he could cease to exist entirely, become one with the bed, close his eyes and never wake up. Today seemed like it might be one of those days. 

Sometimes it felt as though he wasn’t alone in his home, like there was evil lurking in the shadows, ready to come forth and pull him down into the darkness with them. He wasn’t sure he would have the energy to fight them if they did, maybe drowning in the abyss with his demons was how it was supposed to end for him.

Maybe it was all the faces that belonged to those names, taunting him, begging for him to do something before it was too late and they hurt more people. But how? How did he defeat these monsters that flew beneath the radar? 

A voice continued to nag him, begging him to do something for these victims who couldn’t help themselves. He had the brains, he had the resources. He had almost a complete puzzle in front of him but he was missing a key piece. 

He continued sipping his scotch while his eyes darted between the scraps of paper littering his bed. At some point he managed to free himself to use the bathroom after going hours without urinating. He kept the sheet wrapped tightly around his body as he padded through to the en-suite, relieved himself and quickly shuffled back into his bedroom. 

His brain was telling him to get back into bed but for some reason his feet kept on walking, no real destination in mind. He did that sometimes, just wandered the rooms of his apartment aimlessly, running his fingers along book spines or his chess set or the back of the couch, maybe in an attempt to keep himself tethered to a reality that was rapidly slipping away from him. 

The cracks in his psyche had become chasms, giant gaping holes in his brain in which his sanity was falling through piece by piece. The isolation didn’t help, he should reach out to someone, use them as a liftline to pull him back from this brink before he dove over the edge. He needed a light to shine through the darkness, to convince him this wasn’t the end for him before it was too late. 

But he was far too stubborn to admit he needed their help, he would rather die in a pool of his own self-destruction than ask any of them for assistance. 

He continued wandering the apartment, sinking his toes into the thick shag rug and keeping the bed sheet tightly wrapped around his body. His eyes darted around but he wasn’t looking at anything in the room, his eyes were bouncing between the names that seemed to follow him everywhere. 

The world would be a better place if those monsters were dead. Even if the cops did get their heads out of their asses and arrest them, prison would only hold them so long. Death was what they deserved. 

Oh how he would love to be the one to put an end to them, to point a gun between their eyes and pull the trigger. No, that wasn’t slow enough, death would be too fast. Maybe he could wrap his hands around their necks and squeeze until life left their demonic eyes. No, not gory enough. They deserved to shed blood. 

He found himself in his kitchen without realising he’d walked through there. The top drawer was open and his hand was reaching inside towards the back. His fingers wrapped around a handle, and he was soon withdrawing an object that had remained untouched in the back of his drawer for over a decade. 

Gideon had bestowed the antique hunting knife on him for his birthday one year, many moons again. Much like most of Gideon’s gifts, Spencer hadn’t understood why exactly his mentor would think he’d require such an item. Maybe he knew. 

Maybe even all those years ago Gideon had seen the evil within Spencer. Maybe he’d always known this was where Spencer’s road would lead him. 

The blade would make the perfect weapon to slice open the throat of a murderer or a rapist. It wouldn’t be an instant death and it would be messy. He could stand over the body of his victim while he watched them bleed to death. 

Suddenly Spencer knew what he needed to do. It all became so clear in startling clarity. It was as though a thick fog had cleared and he was finally able to see the horizon. Those people who flew under the radar, evaded capture from law enforcement deserved to die. 

And it was his job to do that. 

The list of names he’d been building up in his mind for the last two weeks were just the tip of the iceberg. There were hundreds, thousands more out there who had literally gotten away with murder. 

Not anymore. Spencer would make sure of it. He would ensure those men would never hurt another human being. It was all so fucking clear now. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t thought of this sooner. 

Spencer held the blade up to the light and saw his reflection staring back at him on the shiny metal surface. 

For the first time in months, he was smiling. 

***

“Ok if you yawn one more time, I’m going to start thinking you don’t appreciate my dazzling personality.” Luke cocked his eyebrow at you across the table as you stifled yet another yawn.

You shrugged in apology and lifted your drink to your lips, taking a hefty swig and hoping the caffeine in your vodka cola would help even a little.

“I’m sorry, I’m just tired.” 

“You still having those nightmares?” He sat forward in his chair and leant on the table with his elbows. 

It had now been three weeks since Spencer left the BAU and none of you had heard from him even once. Several members of the team had tried to go to his apartment but he was either never there or simply wouldn’t answer the door. You hadn’t tried to contact him, despite the fact it was killing you not to. And almost every night since his departure from the team, you’d been having nightmares. 

They all followed a similar pattern. You were back at the Fugitive Task Force, hunting down one of the most prolific serial killers the world had ever seen. He was wanted by multiple federal, state and local law enforcement agencies across the country and suspected of killing upwards of one hundred people. You’d received a tip off on his location and gone in pursuit alone. 

You’d traced him to a desolate cabin in the woods on the edge of a lake. It was pitch black out in the woods, leaves crunching under foot as you approached the house, firearm drawn in front of you. There was a single light emanating from inside the cabin on the second floor and it was glowing red. 

Creeping up the front steps you found the door unlocked and before you opened it, you lifted your collar and spoke into your comm system pinned to the lapel. 

“I’ve reached the house, I’m continuing in pursuit.”

“Wait for backup Y/L/N, don’t be a hero.” Luke’s voice came through the crackly speaker in your ear.

“Negative, there’s no time. If he even catches a whiff of police presence he’s fleeing again. This is our only chance.”

“Y/L/N stand down, wait for backup.” Luke hissed. 

You didn’t reply and instead you reached for the door handle and entered the old cabin. The floorboards were a little creaky and you held your breath as you cautiously traversed the first floor. 

Luke’s voice kept sounding in your ear, distracting you from your mission but you didn’t recall what he said, it was always some incoherent mumbles. As you headed towards the stairs you removed your earpiece so you could give the situation your full attention. 

The walk up the stairs was always distant, somehow you seemed to appear at the top of them with a door in front of you. Not stopping for breath you gripped the handle and entered the room. 

On the far side of the room shrouded in red light was a figure with his back to you, looking out the window. His image was hazy, as if the room were filled with smoke. 

“FBI! Put your hands where I can see them!” You screamed at him but he either didn’t hear you or ignored you. 

And then the dream always turned weird. Blood started to pour down the walls and a claret waterfall appeared between you and the unsub. It came down like torrential rain, completely obscuring them from vision. 

“FBI! You’re under arrest!” 

You felt it start to cover you, the warm, sticky substance falling heavily into your eyes, your mouth, soaking through your clothes. 

“FBI, show me your hands!” You spluttered against the onslaught of blood. 

“You can’t help me.” A voice came from the distance, oddly recognisable but you couldn’t place it. 

“I’m not here to help you, I’m here to stop you.” 

“You can’t do that either.” 

And like the Red Sea parting, so did the waterfall of blood and the unsub walked right towards you with a menacing grin on his face, covered from head to toe in blood. 

You gasped as he closed in on you, dropping your firearm on the floor in shock as he advanced. 

“There’s no helping me, Y/N. I’m too far gone.” Spencer chuckled manically seconds before he lifted the blade in his hand and suddenly drove it towards your heart. 

And that’s where you always woke up, panting and sweating and sometimes even screaming. It didn’t make any sense. You knew dreams were interpretive but what was this supposed to mean? You were worried about Spencer clearly, but surely you weren’t that concerned about him? 

You’d made the mistake of telling Luke about your nightmares, something you wished now more than ever you hadn’t disclosed to him. 

“I guess.” You shrugged. “It’s no big deal.” 

“I think it is, you look exhausted.” 

“Thanks.” You pulled a face. “It’s fine. I’m fine.” 

“You could just call him, you know? Or go to his place? It might put your mind at ease.” Luke wore his concern on his face.

“He’s made it clear he doesn’t want to see any of us. Seriously, I’ll be fine.” You downed the remains of your drink and stretched your back. “I should go home though, I am exhausted.” 

Luke nodded and finished his beer and the two of you stood from the table and gathered your things. He escorted you out of the bar and onto the street. 

“You wanna split a cab?” He asked with a smile.

“We live in opposite directions.” You chuckled. “But thanks. I think I’ll take a walk, it’s only a few blocks.” 

“It’s late, let me get you a cab.” He tried again.

“Alvez, I carry a gun. I think I’ll be ok.” You rolled your eyes, stepping closer to him and placing a kiss on his cheek. “I’ll see you Monday, assuming we don’t get called in beforehand.” 

He offered you a smile that told you he wasn’t happy about letting you walk home alone but he also knew you could handle yourself better than most people he knew. Not only could you run circles around him but you were also a force to be reckoned with in a boxing ring. He knew you were probably the last person he needed to worry about. And like you’d said, you did carry a weapon. 

“See you Monday, conejito.” He winked at you and you gave him a wave in response before turning and heading on your way. 

You enjoyed walking the streets of DC at night, especially this time of year in late spring when it was still a reasonable temperature. You kept one hand on your purse, like always, your personal firearm tucked inside just in case you ever needed it. In all the years you’d lived here you never had, but it didn’t hurt to be cautious. 

You walked on autopilot, your legs carrying you in the direction of your home for several blocks. That was until you came to a particular cross street and you halted in your tracks without meaning to do so. 

If you carried on left you’d reach your apartment in two blocks. But if you went four blocks right you would end up at a different apartment, one you’d previously spent a lot of time at, but you hadn’t visited for a while. 

You looked up and down the street, your mind fighting an internal battle. You should go home, but if you went home you would inevitably only be inviting more nightmares. 

You could just pass by his place, not even stop, just walk down the street and make sure everything seemed normal. Although, what would you class as out of place? What did you expect to find? 

Before you’d realised you’d made up your mind, you’d started walking again, in the opposite direction of your home. 

***

Spencer sat in the driver's seat of his old Volvo in the small alleyway behind his apartment building, only illuminated by the moon high in the sky. The ancient engine rumbled, vibrating his seat and echoing around the otherwise silent street. He shut the car off and suddenly the world around him became still. 

His hands gripped the steering wheel, nails grazing over the stitching in the leather. He kept his eyes trained out the windscreen on the narrow alleyway in front of him. His heart beat frantically against his chest even now. But he felt oddly at peace, a wave of euphoria rushing through his veins. 

He stayed this way for several long minutes, ensuring no one was traversing the street at this time of night. He needed privacy for what he needed to do. 

He glanced at his hands and the substance he’d inadvertently transferred from them to the steering wheel. He let go of it and reached into his pocket for the old rag which he used to wipe all around the wheel before using it to cover his dirty hand and open the car door. 

He slid out into the quiet alley and closed the door behind him before rounding the vehicle to the trunk. Using the same rag he opened it and stared down at the mess he’d made. 

The first time he’d panicked, forgetting his years of crime scene training as he’d surveyed what he done in fear of what the fuck he did next. This was the second time now and his head was clearer, he would stay calm and clean up his mess, get rid of the evidence. Getting caught was not an option. 

He would be smarter about it this time around. No need to fret himself. He’d already taken care of the hardest part and now all he needed to do was clean up after himself. 

He used the rag to wipe the residual blood off his hands, he’d worry about cleaning under his nails and all the nooks and crannies later when he was home. He slipped on a pair of latex gloves and grabbed the bottle of bleach from the corner of the before pouring ample amounts of it into the lining of his trunk. 

Using a thick bristled brush he started to scrub, not a single inch of the lining being left untouched. He spent a long time ensuring he’d gotten every little drop of blood, periodically looking up and around to make sure no one had meandered down the alley. It wasn’t a high traffic area, away from central DC. The alley was occasionally used as a shortcut by pedestrians but he wasn’t too worried. 

Once he’d finished scrubbing the lining he poured a little more bleach onto a clean rag which he used to wipe down the lip of the trunk and all the metal insides. 

His clothes were still filthy, he’d take care of them once he was home. It was only an old t-shirt and jeans, he wasn’t stupid enough to ruin his nice suits. He’d strip down, toss everything into a garbage bag and dispose of them alongside his gloves, cleaning rags and shoe covers in the morning. 

He finished cleaning the trunk and deposited his cleaning supplies in a bag along with the latex gloves before closing it. As he turned to get back in the car, a set of wide eyes stared right at him. 

He froze in place, fully aware of the blood stained t-shirt he wore on display. The eyes blinked a few times at him, legs stumbling backwards a little in fear. 

He took a few calming breaths, quickly trying to ascertain a plan, a way to talk himself out of this. But a bloodstained t-shirt coupled with the knife in his waistband which would have been visible from behind, certainly looked incriminating. 

He held his hands up as if in surrender, not daring to step any closer for fear of making his company flee before he had a chance to try and work his way out of this situation. 

“It’s not what it looks like.” He tried to insist. “Let me explain.” 

But he’d barely gotten his sentence out before you were turning on your heels and running. 

***

Normally you would not be so stupid as to take a shortcut down a dark alley at night but you did have a gun, and it would make the journey to Spencer’s a lot faster. 

Little did you know you would soon live to regret this decision. 

Clutching your purse close to you, you turned off the main street and started up the alley that ran between two blocks of apartments, one being Spencer’s. 

You spotted the little old car parked about halfway up almost as soon as you entered the street but didn’t think much of it. Maybe if it hadn’t been dark you would have recognised it sooner. 

The engine was idling but as you started down the alley it cut it out and soon someone was exiting the vehicle. You found yourself ducking into a doorway, out of sight, not particularly wanting to find yourself in a dark alley with a stranger. You held your bag tighter, ready to grab the gun shielded inside at a moment's notice. 

You heard footsteps in the otherwise silent street and then heard a trunk opening. For a few seconds you didn’t hear much of anything but then a strange sound met your ears. 

Brushing? Scrubbing? Is someone cleaning? 

You swallowed thickly, thinking there could be only one good reason someone was cleaning the trunk of their car at night, off of the main road.

Shit. Shit. What the fuck do I do? 

You tried to calm yourself, reminding yourself you were a damn FBI agent and this really shouldn’t phase you. You could apprehend them, you kept some snap cuffs in your purse. 

Don’t get ahead of yourself. There could be a perfectly reasonable explanation. 

You forced yourself to creep out of the doorway, not drawing your weapon just yet, and slowly and quietly headed closer. 

They had their back to you, leaning over inside the trunk but you could tell they were male, tall and slim. The scrubbing sound continued for a while and you stepped closer. It was too late by the time you spotted the knife tucked into his waistband. 

Soon you heard the rustling of a plastic bag and what sounded suspiciously like latex gloves being removed. Your heart raced in your chest as the man shut the trunk and stood back to his full height. 

You would recognise that messy mop of curly hair anywhere, even from behind. You stopped walking, physically unable to take another step once the realisation set it. 

And then Spencer turned and his eyes landed straight on you. 

Your eyes immediately fell to the blood soaked shirt he wore and your stomach coiled into knots as the pieces slotted themselves into place. He stared at you for a few moments before he raised his hands in surrender. 

“It’s not what it looks like.” He croaked out. “Let me explain.” 

But you didn’t hear him out. Despite your years of FBI training, your fight or flight response took over. And your brain chose flight.

You turned back down the alley and started running as fast as your legs would carry you. You could hear your heart beating in your ears but you could also make out the sound of footsteps chasing after you. 

“Y/N! Come back! I can explain!” His voice carried after you but you didn’t stop, if anything you quickened your pace. 

Luke had always been in awe of how fast you could run. Conejito, that’s what he called you. And if there was ever a time you needed to run like the wind, it was now. 

Maybe it was the fear slowing you down, or maybe Spencer was quicker than you expected, but you didn’t even reach the end of the alleyway before he caught up with you. 

You smelt the metallic blood seconds before a set of arms were wrapping around your torso and a hand was clamping over your mouth to stop you from screaming. 

He grabbed you and shoved you against a wall, pressing his body into your back to cage you in. He was panting from the exertion, but you were just trying to figure out a way to reach for your gun. 

“You’ve got to let me explain.” He spoke into the side of your face. “What you saw…it wasn’t what you saw.” 

You tried to talk back, tried to scream but your sounds were muffled against his hand. He pressed you firmly against the wall and you felt his hand that wasn’t on your mouth scrabbling behind you. And you knew exactly what he was doing. 

You felt him open your purse and seconds later he withdrew your firearm and tucked into his waistband with the knife. 

“You won’t be needing that.” He spoke again. “Look, you’re going to come with me ok? We’re going to go up to my apartment and we’re going to talk. We can either do it the easy way or the hard way.” 

You’d been in situations like this before, more times than you could count. You knew your best chance at survival, your best chance of apprehending an unsub was to do as they said with little resistance. 

You nodded your head against his hand and that seemed to be enough for him as he stepped back a little, but wrapped his hand tightly around your wrist. He slowly removed his hand from your mouth and turned you around. 

His eyes bore into you, waiting to see if you might scream or not but you knew better. You stayed silent and eventually he started walking back up the alley, dragging you by the wrist with him. 

As you walked you couldn’t help but think back to all those nightmares that had plagued you since Spencer’s departure from the BAU. They’d seemed so unrealistic, just a twisted amalgamation of your worry for Spencer. But now it didn’t seem so far-fetched. 

Spencer hadn’t been the same since prison, that much you all knew. But it seemed as though it had awoken a monster inside of him, and now you were trapped in a new nightmare, one you may never be able to escape from. 

They're coming, creeping from the corner,

And all I know is that I don't feel safe.

I feel the tapping on my shoulder,

I turn around in an alarming state.

But am I losing my mind? I really think so,

Not a creature in sight,

But, what you don't know.

Is that my breathing gets faster and so does my heartbeat,

I wish this was over, I wish that this was a dream but,

I created a monster, a hell within my head.

With nowhere to go, I'm out on my own,

Oh, I'm so scared.

I created a monster, a beast inside my brain.

With nowhere to go, I'm out on my own,

My mind impaired.

Awake me from my nightmare.

Wait, something doesn't feel right (feel right),

No, something seems wrong (wrong).

And I've been feeling this way (oh, that's too bad),

For far too long.

As my vision gets blurred, my skin's getting colder,

Appearing young, while I'm growing older.

I collapse to the floor and scream,

"Can anybody save me from myself?"

I created a monster, a hell within my head.

With nowhere to go, I'm out on my own,

Oh, I'm so scared.

I created a monster, a beast inside my brain.

With nowhere to go, I'm out on my own,

My mind impaired.

Awake me from my nightmare.

Walking to the ledge, I find myself looking down,

Frozen still with fear, now I'm plunging to the ground.

If only I knew how to fly,

Then I could convince myself this isn't my time to die.

Instead, I'm rocketing faster and faster,

I dive-bomb to the floor.

And when my body crashes to the pavement,

I'm right back where I was before.

I created a monster, a hell within my head.

With nowhere to go, I'm out on my own,

Oh, I'm so scared.

I created a monster, a hell within my head.

With nowhere to go, I'm out on my own,

Oh, I'm so scared, no, whoa.

I created a monster, a beast inside my brain.

With nowhere to go, I'm out on my own,

My mind impaired.

Awake me from my nightmare (I'm so scared).

Awake me from my nightmare (I'm so scared).

Awake me from my nightmare (I'm so scared).

Awake me from my nightmare (I'm so scared).

Awake me from my nightmare.

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meeting the addams family 🕸️

hii! this wasn’t a request, but i really liked this idea. i wrote it in one sitting so hopefully you guys can understand it lol.

i hope you enjoy and feel free to leave more requests <3

they’re creepy and they’re kooky.

that’s all you knew about the addams family. no matter how much you begged your girlfriend, she’d never give you any details about her family. currently, it was february break and you were standing at the enterance of what you could only assume was wednesday’s house. as if you could call it a house. it was massive.

“relax mi amor. they will be able to sense your fear.” wednesday says as she grips your hand and knocks on the door. well those reassuring words definitely helped you. you try to compose yourself when you see the door swing open and a super tall man appears.

“hello lurch. this is my girlfriend y/n. y/n this is our butler lurch.” you give a quick hello as he simply grunts back to you.

“he’s not a talker. lurch, where is my mother and father? i wish to show them my new partner.” another grunt and a simple point to the other room had wednesday pulling you into what you would assume was a kitchen. In there was four adults. A tall women standing right next to a slightly shorter man, wednesday parents you guess. a bald man and a shorter, old woman.

“mother, father i-“

she was cut off by the couple running to give her a hug. and she allows it. surprising you no doubt.

“oh my little viper is back from nevermore! and it seems you brought a… victim?”

“actually, mother father this is my girlfriend y/n”

“ay dios mio! can you believe it tish?! our little storm cloud is in love!”

“yes and someone that is her total opposite. welcome to the addams family dear, i’m sure we’ll come to know each other very well.”

you felt slightly better as at least her family wasn’t homophobic or mean to you in anyway. it still made you feel uneasy that morticia thought of you as opposite them. wednesday, almost sensing this, gives you a quick kiss on your hand. causing morticia and gomez to gush.

“oh mon cheri, they’re just like us!”

“who would’ve thought our little tormentor would turn into her father. i’m so proud!”

this made wednesday immediately pull away from you and give a quick “we’re going to visit pugsley,” before physically pushing you out of the room.

“if we get compared to them again, murder me.”

“oh come on wednesday they’re nice”

“you say that now. spend 16 years with them constantly showering one another with affections. it’s sickening.” you were about to make a snarky comment until she stopped walking at a door. she doesn’t knock, but simply barges into the room.

“pugsley, this is my girlfriend y/n. don’t bother her or i’ll personally cut out your tongue and strangle you with it.” he simply looks up and gives his sister a big hug.

“wednesday i missed you! hi y/n i’m pugsley! i’m sure wednesdays told you all about me.”

“you thought wrong.”

“hi pugsley nice to meet you!” you interrupt her.

he gives you a big smile, and surprisingly, a hug. which you accept of course. you have no idea why wednesday wouldn’t mention him. he’s adorable. she simply rolls her eyes at him before kicking him in the shin and leaving. you give him an apologetic smile and follow wednesday out of the room.

her room was huge. it consisted of a bed, a vanity, a desk where she put her typewriter, some torture machines, and a giant window facing the addams family cemetery.

“is your whole family buried here?”

she nods

“will you get buried here?”

“yes. my grave is right there. there’s even a spot for our significant others. i just thought the spot next to mine would never be taken.”

————————————————————————

after spending sometime with the addams family, you became well aware of all their quirks. you and pugsley teamed up to prank wednesday, let’s just say she wasn’t happy at all. you and grandmama made some dessert for the dinner party the addams were having tonight. uncle fester told you about all his adventures, the one to the bermuda triangle being his favorite. you and gomez had a fencing lesson, let’s say he had to take it really easy on you or you would’ve lost an eye. the only person you didn’t spend personal time with was morticia, which scared you a lot. she was wednesday’s mother after all. and her approval seemed to be the most important in that house.

the party was currently in full force and you… weren’t prepared for an addams family party to put it lightly. hundreds of dead ancestors filled the room and you were standing next to your very gothy girlfriend in a bright pink dress. well, more like sitting in the next room listening to all the commotion. even within her own family, wednesday was an introvert.

“i don’t think your mother likes me.”

“why? what did she do to you?”

“nothing but she just hasn’t talked to me. should i be worried?”

“no. if she didn’t like you she would’ve already kicked you out of this house.”

“i love your family though. they’re all so lovely. why didn’t you ever tell me about them before?”

“y/n, they’re my family. my parents are constantly on top of one another while my brother can’t even defend himself against a bunch of non-pubescent teens. i’m surprised he made it this long without me.” you simply nod and put your head on her shoulder and she rests her head atop yours. you two eventually pass out from exhaustion in that spot.

you have no idea how much time passed, but you can feel eyes on you and your still sleeping girlfriend. you decide to keep your eyes closed.

“gomez i love this y/n. look at how peaceful wednesday looks. i haven’t seen her look like that in years.”

“tish out little stormcloud is all grown up! but y/n is a really nice kid. she makes my only daughter less sad. oh nevermore how i love you! bringing these two lovebirds together!”

you hear their footsteps walk away as you open your eyes and leave a quick kiss on a sleeping wednesday before going back to your slumber.

i hope you guys enjoyed this, it’s a little longer then i usually do. i might make a part two of y/n and the addams family interacting more but i’m not sure yet!

[dailyniallnews]

The former boyband member Niall Horan on his new album, headlining the Electric Picnic, turning 30 and taking on the world, says Louise Bruton

Sunlight pours in through the large bay windows of the Westbury Hotel and Niall Horan is a little tired. In Ireland for less than 36 hours, he’s fitting in this interview and a surprise appearance for 80 of his biggest Irish fans, all in the build-up to the release of The Show, his third solo album. Once upon a time the five-star hotel would have been mobbed by hyperventilating fans, but today he got in unnoticed.

“If someone had said to me in 2013, ‘Do you want to go for a coffee?’ I’d go, ‘No, you’re joking? That’s nuts.’” Over an Americano, a low-key Horan relives the hysteria of once being in the boyband One Direction. Since the group’s formation on The X Factor in 2010 and their indefinite hiatus announced in 2016, the Mullingar man wasn’t able to walk down the street without people pulling over in their cars to take a gawk, let alone meet pals for coffee. Unsure if he developed a fear of being surrounded, he recalls that he “nearly became a bit of a recluse”.

Going unnoticed doesn’t mean that Horan’s star has faded. With his previous albums reaching the top of the charts in the UK, the US and Ireland, and charming everyone so much as a coach on NBC’s The Voice that he’s back for the next series, he’s on top of his game, but he has learnt how to live under the radar.

“When the band stopped I went travelling in Asia for four months, just staying in shite hotels and hostels and I could do more than I expected,” he says. That trip encouraged him to reconfigure how he moves through the world. Dividing his time between his homes in Co Westmeath, Los Angeles and London, he lives as much of a normal life as he can when he’s off the pop star clock. “In this world you give people a handshake, they take your arm off, so I just keep my private life private,” he says.

In London he travels on the Tube and in Los Angeles he claims that the paparazzi only want his photo if there’s some “other famous fella in the bar”. He doesn’t play the game of going to certain restaurants just to be seen. “It’s a shame, though, because some of the nice places in LA are like that,” he says. “You have to take that risk sometimes to get a bit of grub.”

This September sees two big events that capture the stark difference between his private and professional lives — headlining Electric Picnic and turning 30. In Stradbally he’s looking forward to experiencing “the Irish love again” from the main stage, but it’s his 30th birthday party happening later on in the month that has him jittery.

“This sounds mental, coming from a pop star, but I don’t really like attention,” Horan says, so he’s “splitting the adulation” with his best friend from home. Thousands of fans screaming at him? Grand. His closest friends and family singing Happy Birthday to him? Nerve-racking.

That milestone birthday has him feeling reflective. “At my age you start to think a little bit more,” he says, joking that he’s probably 65 in showbiz years. “I don’t remember overthinking much, or ever, up until the pandemic.”

The first lockdown was the longest he has ever taken off from work. Hunkering down in London and with no pubs to go to, he was “in the best shape” of his life. He also became official with his girlfriend, Amelia Woolley, and took stock of who he is. “The last five years have been more formative than I was expecting,” he says, and it’s no surprise that this maturity syncs up with leaving the bubble of One Direction. “I had to do a lot more growing up than your average 16-year-old.”

With his peers Lewis Capaldi and Selena Gomez releasing documentaries on their struggles with fame, does he wish that he did anything different with his career? “I think if I’d had any way of a dodgy experience, I’d probably say I would change a few things, but I’ve always had a good experience with it,” he says.

“I was well supported. It’s all about the people you have around you, I think. Coming from a small town and wanting to take over the world,” he pauses to punch the air like a rock star, “in my head at the time I was ready, but most 16-year-olds are probably not.”

The Show is a different beast from 2017’s lustful Flicker and 2020’s self-explanatory Heartbreak Weather. For one he’s in love, but more thought has gone into this album. Horan’s newly considered approach to songwriting makes vulnerability look easy. “I’m in a good place in my head,” he says, but he’s hesitant to call this a happy album.

“When you’re happy I feel like that scares some writers,” he says. Bursting into a rendition of Pharrell Williams’s song Happy, he notes that if you’ve historically done cheery songs you have to show the full “umbrella” of happiness. So instead of taking the sunny route, he writes in a relatable way about the work that goes into feeling good and falling in love.

“There are artists out there that get so introspective that you have to pull out a thesaurus to see what they’re talking about,” he says, and that’s why his latest single, Meltdown, works so well. With an anthemic quality built for festivals, the chorus guides people out of a panic attack. “I was big on writing a song about feeling anxious at 180 beats per minute. The song is fast and

I wanted that because that’s what that feeling feels like,” he says, mimicking a shortness of breath. “It has to feel rapid and then the chorus just comes and it slows down.”

It’s apparently based on a few personal scenarios, and he suggests that good communication has always been a skill of his. “I think I’m a good talker,” he says, exaggerating his candidness. “I have no problem telling you how I feel. Do you want to hear it?”

Busy, at peace and taking nothing for granted, Horan’s new material is a true representation of where he is in life. With a busy year ahead with festivals, turning 30 and a freshly announced 2024 world tour, it’s time to stop thinking so much and get on with The Show. Or, as he puts it more directly: “Let’s get out and have a f***ing good time.”

Niall Horan’s album The Show is out on Thu. Tickets for his tour next year are now on sale

[floatsthruspace]

I found this in my drafts after posting the other one!

Hi! This is the exact moment where I was convinced. I was convinced that this needed to happen. Obi was my favorite character after Shirayuki. This was the moment I put two and two together. And ever since, I've wanted a very specific plot line to play out. Obviously, I try to read through every fic on AO3 and here. There are so many brilliant authors and artists and other creatives that make this fandom a joy to return to. They all live rent free in my head.

Ive tried and failed to put down my thoughts in words. I am not a writer. But here is a snippet of a song fic (?) I had in my head for the longest time. It won't leave me alone. If there is something similar out there please please tell me where ;-;

Can't keep my hands to myself- Selena Gomez

Can't keep my hands to myself

Shirayuki had a problem. At first, she didn't think nothing of it. They are best friends and they spend so much time together. They work so well together and they can communicate without a word. Of course some of that communication would be through touch. A brush of a hand here, a touch to his strong shoulder there, and her hand wrapped around a wrist. She never noticed it was different from when she worked with Ryuu or with Suzu or even Mitsuhide. Until she did.

They had been working for two weeks to pull this garden together. She wiped her brow as she walked over to where Obi worked. She admired his form as he moved wood poles to where they need to be and then returned back to his task with the plants. She placed her hand on his shoulder as she leaned over him to peer at his work in harvesting the herb in his section. His muscles tensed as she let her palm run down his arm.

No matter how much I'm trying to

Her palm tingled as he pulled her through the market place in search of the stall that Suzu raved about last night. She couldn't help that her mind went straight to how strong his hands were and how rough his callouses felt on her skin. She tried not to think about how he gently tugs her along to speed her past groups of people. She tried not to think about how his hands would feel on her skin and how her hands would feel on his skin... Shirayuki barely misses crashing into a patron at the tea stall. She takes a steadying breath and focuses on her path following Obi.

I want you all to myself

As Shirayuki stood up and wiped her brow she wondered if Obi regretted suggesting they stop to rest in this town. She couldn't help it, she saw a garden in disrepair and knew it would help the town to have a community space. It just needed a little love. She looked over at Obi and saw him bent over a pile of wood looking for strong pieces for the outer fence. She admired his lean frame as he stood up with his prize. That's when she noticed his fan club had gathered nearby. She frowned and grumbled at the group of girls waiting to give him water or a rag to wipe his sweat. One of the more daring ones was gushing about how strong he was to be able to pick up those heavy planks of wood. Shirayuki didn't miss how she hung off his arm. Obi for his part was eating it up. She had enough when the girl giggled at him and ran her hand up his arm. She marched over to them and put her hands on his shoulder to focus him back to the task at hand. She asked him to help her with the wheel barrow. She grinned as he followed her without hesitation. She glanced over her shoulder at the pouting fan club. For good measure, she made to fuss over him about taking care of his hands and watching out for his shoulder. She rubbed his hands while glancing at his eyes just so. When she saw his blush she felt warm all over. They continued to work together using the wheelbarrow to spread the soil in the garden. She helped him use his planks to patch the fence. They worked into the early evening and neither of them noticing that they were alone. Glances and hands brushing past each other were the only things on their mind.

Thants all I got! Thank you for reading!

[winterspiderpurrs]

Request on Peter dancing through dance again (salena Gomez) with a silky dress and tony saw it. He was horny

It's not often that Peter gets to stay at the Tower. He normally just returns home, only staying if he had to be there early the next day to leave on a mission or if he wanted more lab time with Tony.

The tower was oddly empty, most of the team out on other missions or on leave for a bit. It was late, Tony was still in the lab so Peter decided it was time for " me time" which meant he could lock himself in his room at the tower, specifically built to be sound proof. Where he could play his music loud and dance around without anyone catching him. And of course indulging in his more feminine side.

Once he was secured in his room, he quickly pulled out the black silky gown, trying to straighten it and get the wrinkles out from being crushed in his backpack.

" Friday? Can you turn on my favorite dance Playlist called umm Pretty? "

" Of course Peter"

Music starts playing loudly, smiling peter picks up the dress, puts it on a hanger and then goes into the bathroom. Letting the dress hang near the shower. If he was gonna wear the gown, he wanted to be nice and clean first and the steam from the shower should help get some of the wrinkles out. While he was in his extremely hot shower, singing and dancing of course, Friday had alerted Tony of Peter being in the tower and that he was in his room.

Timing couldn't be more perfect, Peter had just gotten out of the shower, toweling himself off before slipping on the gown. When the Dance Again song started, Peter started spinning around, swaying to the music, pausing every now and then to put lotion on his legs, to stop and put a bit of mascara on, some lip gloss. All the while unknowingly being watched by Tony. Tony who had to beg and override Friday to let him in the room. Sure maybe the kid wanted some privacy, but when asking Friday if Peter was in a private moment *ahem* masterbating*ahem* she said no. So he wanted in, it was just odd that Peter didn't come to see him first.

Tony was shocked, sure he knows Peter is older now[20] and hey he had no problems with anyone dressing how they wanted, either as a lifestyle, trueself, or kink. He just never realized how... good looking Peter was. Sure he knows Peter was cute, those big brown eyes? Who could say no. But while he always appreciated Peter's form, he was always able to distance himself from looking tooo hard. But watching Peter dancing in that dress/gown? There was no denying it anymore.

He wanted Peter.

[bearterritory]

#8 Cal Wins Opening Weekend

Bears Are Flawless in Dispatching Four Opponents

BERKELEY – The No. 8 ranked California beach volleyball team closed out its opening weekend at the Clark Kerr Sand Courts with straight wins, beating all four opponents by a score of 5-0. In fact, with their victories over Saint Mary's, Santa Clara, American River and San Jose State they only dropped a single set.

"It was really exciting being able to open at home this year in front of our fans and supporters," Cal head coach Meagan Owusu said. "It was fun to see a bunch of new players in the lineup. It's a new squad, so we're just growing and getting to know the strengths that this specific group has and rolling with that."

Cal 5, Saint Mary's 0 The Golden Bears (4-0) got out to a fast start to the day as their first two pairs flew through their opening sets. Sophomore Portia Sherman and junior Ella Dreibholz started with a 21-11 win. After falling behind 13-8 in set two, they quickly rallied and pulled away late to take it 21-17.

Across the way, junior Ella Sears and freshman Kendall Peters cruised to a 21-12 opening-set victory before dropping set two 24-22. They broke a 9-9 tie in the decisive third set with three straight points, closing out the Bears' first nailbiter of the season with a 15-12 win.

Kicking off the next set of matches, sophomore duo Marilu Pally and Gia Fisher rallied from five points down in set one and never looked back, claiming a 21-17, 21-9 victory. Senior Brooke Buchner and graduate student Lara Boos broke out of a pair of close sets, holding off a pair of SMU (1-1) comeback attempts in a 21-19, 21-16 sweep.

The No. 1 pair of Emma Donley and Alexandria Young-Gomez finished things off with a dominant 21-10, 21-13 win in the final match against the Gaels.

1 Emma Donley and Alexandria Young-Gomez (CAL) def. Sedona Sherman and Sadie Shipman (SMU)  21-10, 21-13 2 Marilu Pally and Gia Fisher (CAL) def. Hannah Couch and Hawley Harrer (SMU) 21-17, 21-9 3 Brooke Buchner and Lara Boos (CAL) def. Allie Cataldo and Angie Bour (SMU) 21-19, 21-16 4 Portia Sherman and Ella Dreibholz (CAL) def. Karmin Brown and AJ Slojkowski (SMU) 21-11, 21-17 5 Ella Sears and Kendall Peters (CAL) def. Paola Peralta and Nya Crump (SMU) 21-12, 22-24, 15-12

Order of finish: 4 5 2 3 1

No. 8 Cal 5, Santa Clara 0 In their afternoon matchup with the Broncos (0-2), the Bears comfortably handled every set by at least four points. Pally and Fisher went 21-8, 21-17 while Sherman and Dreibholz won 21-15, 21-17.

None of the Bears' final three pairs gave up more than 13 points in a set. Donley and Young-Gomez won set one 21-13 and finished things off on a cheeky bump winner to take set two 21-11. Sophomores Amelia Vugrincic and Jenna Colligan jumped out to 16-6 leads in both sets en route to a 21-13, 21-11 victory. Buchner and Boos ended the day with wins of 21-12 and 21-9.

1 Emma Donley and Alexandria Young-Gomez (CAL) def. Katie Kishton and Elena Radeff (SCU) 21-13, 21-11 2 Marilu Pally and Gia Fisher (CAL) def. Ella Duffner and Noelle Niederman (SCU) 21-8, 21-17 3 Brooke Buchner and Lara Boos (CAL) def. Casey Campbell and Sveva Munneke (SCU) 21-12, 21-12 4 Portia Sherman and Ella Dreibholz (CAL) def. Jordan Bennett and Hailey Benesz (SCU) 21-15, 21-17 5 Amelia Vugrincic and Jenna Colligan (CAL) def. Alexie Epstein and Alexia Gallegos (SCU) 21-12, 21-9

Order of finish: 2 4 1 5 3

Up Next The Bears will now head south for the weekend for their road openers in the Battle For L.A. at Mapes Beach. Cal takes on UCLA and Cal Poly on Friday, March 1. The following day, the Bears face Concordia University Irvine and Loyola Marymount.

[themememerchant]

P5R ARCANA SWAP AU IDEAS I HAD

These are all small little ideas and thoughts I have for my fanfiction Queenpin Of The Metaverse which I will hopefully be able to begin publishing on ao3 soon enough

So until then, have this moderately sized collection of random facts about the swapped thieves personalities and such

HERE WE FUCkIN GO:

Something not mentioned the original post but is important to know is that the phantom thieves are effectively a giant polycule, many of them are dating each other with Sophia being the exception-(she’s 10)

Sumire, Futaba, Haru, and Ann all trying on Makoto’s bomber jacket when they think nobody’s looking and Makoto thinking they’re adorable

Yuuki trying-(and failing)-to “rizz up” Sumire without knowing what the phrase actually means while everyone else gets 2nd-hand embarrassment

Futaba calling Sumi and Makoto her “Waifus for life-u”

Akira 100% being like Gomez Addams where he challenges the sun to a duel because Goro or Sumi got sunburned

“EN GUARDE, Mon Soleil!”

“Akira, that’s the sun-”

“EN GUARDE, I SAY!”

Yuuki pulling stupidly annoying yet harmless pranks on everyone like giving them 1,000 yen in nothing but 10 yen coins

Anytime someone tries to get a favor from Makoto she pulls out a box of pocky sticks and says: “Ya gotta play for it.”

Sumire doing weight lifting instead of gymnastics because she still wants to be fit

Makoto spots her

Yusuke giving off cat energy by getting stuck in the stupidest places and crying about it

Haru being weirdly talented with every niche thing she tries like drawing and singing

People ask how she got so good and she just shrugs innocently with legitimately zero explanation, she’s just built different

Sophia and Sumire both use age regression to cope with abuse from their respective parents and they set up playdates constantly

Futaba is Sophia’s designated caregiver

Makoto and Ann take turns being Sumi’s caregivers-(they begrugingly agreed to share custody)

TW: ALL THE STUFF ASSOSCIATED WITH KAMOSHITHEAD 

Yuuki having a “Poison” moment like Angel from Hazbin, except the song flips between him being beaten and assaulted in the P.E. office and his cognitive self coming onto Kamoshida

In reference to the above, Makoto and Yuuki having a “Loser, Baby” moment where they bond over hating Kamoshithead once Yuuki awakens

Sumire saying things like: “Everything’s jake!”, and nobody knows what the fuck she means until she needs to explain

Sumire using slang from the American 20’s is such a funny concept to me since not only is it outdated terminology, it’s also in a perfect NY American accent from a Japanese highschool girl

The thieves taking on traits from their personas in general is such a fun idea to work with

Sumire with her slang as i already said but also being enthralled by jazz music and early 20th century fashion

Goro having excellent deductive reasoning and fascination with random knowledge, he also has slight opium cravings

Makoto having inexplicable knowledge on sailing and being really good at bargaining and negotiation

Futaba emitting an aura of almost royal-like confidence that makes other students fall head over heels for her

Yuuki being a master of sneaking up on people by accident and having a really good poker-face

Sophia having a child-like curiosity over basic things like why the sky is blue and how rain works

Akira speaking in random bursts of Latin and Greek, he also begins writing poetry in his free time

Haru saying obscenities with a Southern-belle accent and being really good at working a crowd

Yusuke being followed by Paimon’s demonic parade so anyone near him will hear faint sounds of drums and trumpets when he walks

Ann suddenly becomes a master tactician who was even able to beat Goro at chess once, she also unconsciously whispers French prayers sometimes

Ryuji is a masterful pick-pocket-(Nezumi Kozo)-with great public speaking skills-(Maximilien)-, he later gets a side job with crossdressing-(Nezumi Kozo again)-

Goro and Akira having the same homoerotic tension between each other as canon but Akira is less self-assured and Goro is not a murderer but is still very threatening and intimidating

Ann has a “resting bitch face” because she has trouble expressing her emotions, so most students are too afraid to talk to her. After she joins and starts dating some of the thieves everyone just looks so confused as this gorgeous-yet-stone-faced blonde model starts hugging a red-headed cinnamon roll-(Sumi)-while looking as stoic as ever

Even better when Sumi makes comments like: ”Awww, It seems someone's in an extra good mood today!” And then Ann goes: “Thanks, I was hoping you’d notice.”

The students around them have no idea how anyone was supposed to know the blonde’s emotions, but Sumi is just built different

FUCK NOW I WANT TO MAKE A ONESHOT ABT THIS FUCK-

Yusuke and Futaba are both pretty smart people but when they try to work together they end up canceling out each other’s brain cells and becoming morons

Ann probably wears berets sometimes and the thieves poke fun at her by calling her a "French stereotype"

And that is all for now, who knows what else my diseased mind shall spit out next…

Until then, adieu all ye power tops

[pappydaddy]

steve pairing playlist for the-weeping-author

here you go lovely! this is different than the others in a way i can sense but not see, i think something possessed me while i made this so it very much feels like being on a facetime call with me and my squirrel brain, but i hope you like it lovely! @the-weeping-author 💛! thank you so much for all your support!

1. people you know - selena gomez

You and Steve have been friends for a long time. Best friends. You two were basically joined at the hip. Even with him being outgoing and more passive (to a point) while you are a bit more abrasive, never letting people off with their bullshit, you guys stuck together. However, suddenly that all changed. you weren’t really sure when or how it changed, but you do know Tommy H. and Carol were behind it. Then, once Steve started to sniff around Nancy Wheeler, you knew your friend was nothing but a distant memory. Someone you used to know. And sure, it hurts to lose a great friend suddenly, feeling like you were left with your head spinning in a crowded room where people just kept walking by you like you weren’t there, but what makes it worse was that you were in love with steve since you first met him when you moved in next door to him.

2. heather - conan gray

Steve and Nancy were officially dating. Fall of 1983. You were walking into school when you noticed how his eyes trailed her as she walked by in the hall - the small bashful smile she sent his way. The wink he sent her back that made a deep blush overcome her cheeks. You wanted to hate Nancy right then and there, but you really couldn’t bring yourself to do so. Another day, you had settled down outside under a tree, enjoying the nice fall day with some of your other friends, trying to keep your mind off Steve until you see him again in your shared science class next period. You see them walking back into the school, fast food drinks in their free hands, their other hands clasped together. And Steve's red sweater over her blouse. That same red sweater he would loan to you when you would get cold. 

3. you belong with me - taylor swift

It’s not best friends to lovers without this iconic best friends to lovers bop. One night, as you’re decorating for halloween, you notice Steve’s BMW pull into his driveway, the dark silhouettes of the couple sitting in it. Looking over, expecting them to get out and go into his place, you can tell they were fighting. It wasn't hard since the car was unable to muffle the sound of bickering - it was only able to make it harder for you to actually understand what they were yelling back and forth. What felt like two minutes of yelling, Steve threw the car into reverse and backed out of the driveway - tires squealing aggressively and the car taking off down the street, his foot heavy on the gas pedal.  You watched the car go, tearing down the street until you can’t see it anymore. Then you carry on decorating, your mind heavy as you remembered all the times you’ve been there for steve. all the times you guys made each other laugh when you guys were down. Then, you couldn’t help but realise how painfully clear it was that you guys were meant to be together. 

4. someone to stay - vancouver sleep clinic

Okay, we’re going a bit au for this one where after Steve and Nancy have their little breakup, Steve knows nancy takes off with Jonathan meaning he knows there is no apologising so he never goes to the Wheelers and instead, Dustin comes to find him as a last resort meaning he finds steve at your place. Fall 1984. It had been over a year since you had last talked to steve. The wound had slowly started to close, but your lack of closure (and having the last word) was still hindering the healing process. You were at home, recovering from Tina's halloween party last night - you might have gotten a little carried away with the drinking games last night. You were sitting in your room, reading a magazine as you enjoyed the silence of being home alone when there was a sorrowful knock on the door. It was barely heard and that piqued your interest a little more. So, naturally, you had to go see who it was. The second you opened the door, you slammed it again once you saw Steve on the other side.  “Come on, please open the door.” Steve begged on the other side.  “Why should i steve? It’s not like you cared about talking to me for the past year.” You point out, but your feet stayed on the other side of the door, wanting to keep it closed and wanting to not let him in, but something made you stay. “Please. I-I just need to talk. I need somebody,” his voice nearly broke you. He was so sad and lost. with a sigh, you opened the door again, seeing him there. his brown eyes were dim, his shoulders slumped. He looked alone. and sad. but mostly alone. “Nancy and I broke up last night and she suddenly ran off with Jonathan Byers.”  Looking at him, seeing him shaking slightly from the unusually chilly fall day, you could see he just needed someone to stay in his life. Tommy H and Carol dumped him when he wouldn’t blindly follow them; his parents were never around and when they were, they were horrible to him; and now someone he thought he loved just dumped him and took off with another guy. Sighing, you open the door wider, stepping aside to let Steve in.  But before he could step into the house, Dustin emerges in such a panic you get roped into going with them, introducing you to the Upside Down.

5. umbrella - rihanna

Romantic tension. Romantic tension. Romantic tension!!! This spans from the events that take place from the moment you end up getting roped into going with Steve and Dustin till the end of the whole Upside Down round two ordeal.  Over the course of the first 24 hours, you and Steve had reconciled and reminded each other that you will always be there for each other, reminding you both of the promises you made when you were younger - even sealing it with a pinky promise with intense eye contact (you know the eye contact, that eye contact that will make me fold in .2 seconds).  Anyway, I visualise in my little pea brain that you get really scared when you see these demo dogs because you have no idea what the hell they are and you actually didn’t think they would show up. And Steve jumps out to fight this thing to protect you and the kids, you wouldn’t let him go alone so you’re out there with him because you guys took an oath and you’re sticking out till the end (which could have very well been that night since you both were literally putting your lives in immediate danger).  Then, you guys meet up with Nancy and Jonathan at the lab and you reach out to hold Steve’s hand in an effort to offer him comfort since his wound is still very much open from where she hurt him. AND THE EYE CONTACT! Lord, I am folding just thinking about it. You couldn’t cut this romantic tension with a freshly sharpened axe if you tried.  And, basically, this whole time, it’s basically just you and Steve placing yourselves into dangerous situations to protect one another while skirting around your feelings for each other. Basically, you both love each other, but Steve literally just got out of a relationship (like it’s 48 hours and all of this has happened) so you’re both too scared to admit to each other (and to yourselves).  And of course Billy shows up and you all know I am a slut for Steve defending his people when it comes to Billy. And of course, never one to back down, you get into the situation and end up laid out next to Steve making the kids haul both of you into the car. AND when Steve wakes up, you’re already kinda awake and HE SAYS YOUR NAME INSTEAD OF NANCY’S and then he realises that Mike is not you and he freaks the fuck out until he sees you crammed into the seat next to him.

6. a year without rain - selena gomez and the scene

Okay, now that all of that is all said and done, you guys are all back to living your lives with another war against interdimensional creatures behind you. You knew your life was hell without Steve, but now that he’s back as a constant and is the old Steve again (just more improved), you realise how bad it was. It was like living in the desert after a year without rain - torture. And now that he’s back, it’s like a flood of relief. 

7. take what you want - one ok rock feat. 5 seconds of summer

Even though Steve is back, it’s not 100% perfect and that’s okay. You guys need to learn to be friends again with how much you guys have grown in the year gap. Steve hadn’t realised how much had changed for you with your mom falling ill and stuff. So he’s there for you anyway he can. He’s helping you out and stuff. And on the flip side, you’re there for him helping him with his hurt from Nancy.  But, you guys are also trying to let each other know about your feelings discreetly, but also, in your mission to prove that you guys are there for each other, you are both becoming a little overbearing which sparks fights. And you guys almost have another friend break-up. You guys are just missing signals left, right, and centre. It’s a big mess and you guys have a big fight one night while it was pouring down rain in the spring. You end up telling him to go away with tears streaming down your face because it was all too much and you were too consumed with emotions and stress and you were tired of him not listening.  And Steve leaves. He does it because he once again wasn’t listening to the cues and the signals you were giving out. And you’re both hurt because Steve was trying to tell you things as well. He is also tired of you not catching his signs and he was still scared from Nancy telling him to get out. So you guys are just not hearing each other. 

8. i like me better - lauv 

A week after your blow up fight, you guys are both not talking, but THE LOOKS THROWN ACROSS ROOMS AND THE HALLWAY THAT YOU BOTH MISS! Ugh, one of my fav tropes! I love thinking about the little things that are missed. This is the part of the miscommunication trope that makes the frustrations worth it (the blow up fight, the longing, and those scenes that make butterflies go insane in your stomach). And it’s the middle of the night on a random day. You both can’t sleep. Moonlight is streaming into your windows and it’s a perfect parallel to one another (love parallels). And it hits both of you at the same time that you like yourselves better when you are with each other.  So Steve takes off out of the house at the same time you are taking off out of your house and you meet in the middle of your houses and confess this realisation to one another and you make up! But feelings are not confessed.  Buuuttttt- You guys both lunch for each other and you’re thrown into this heated, hot, steamy, PG-15 kiss that should be pay-per-view and hidden behind a parental lock. And you both end up in Steve’s bed for the rest of the night and well into the morning hours.

9. dress - taylor swift

The signals are still getting missed, but neither of you really care - too consumed with the thought of each other. It’s hot, it’s raunchy. It’s euphoric. You are now pulling out all the stops. Dresses that are only bought to be ripped off. The small touches, the burning looks across the room, the whispered words. You are working overtime to get these hints across that you don’t want to be just best friends or friends with benefits, but poor Stevie-boy is fairly dense in the talking stage (let’s be real here, he does not pick up on hints well). 

10. friends - chase atlantic

The signals are still not getting through. It’s been all spring and all summer - not even being trapped in the underground russian lab and kidnapped by russians could get you guys to confess your feelings. But, what did come from summer was the new found friendship between you two and Robin. And Robin is tired of hearing about your supposedly unrequited feelings. So she launches a plan. Since you are in the same year as Robin which means you are still in school, she enacts her little plan with the help of the abundance of teenage house parties and the unruliness of teen boys.  She draws it up all neatly by arranging for Steve to pick you guys up from the party at midnight. She insists that you need to look hot so she takes advantage of Steve working a night shift to help you get ready away from him. You keep trying on outfit after outfit until Robin finally deems one “hot enough that Steve will be drooling all over himself when he finally picks us up” as she put it.  Now, here comes the part of the plan that you were not informed off - the jealousy phase. Robin truly is a genius mastermind, because the way this plan is flawlessly executed, she times everything right. Around eleven, she managed to get you to drink enough that you are feeling good and confident and that she could convince you to carry on a conversation with guys but not tipsy enough that you are falling over yourself or confrontational. A little after that, she “accidentally” makes you stumble into someone. That someone being the captain of the football team. You end up striking up a conversation because Robin just so happened to reveal a common interest between you and him. And from there, one common interest turned into ten.  Then, soon enough, it’s midnight and you have no clue because you are having fun with your new friend. And Robin rushes out to the car, claiming to not know where you were - throwing Steve into a wild panic. He’s flinging his door open and rushing into the party, fully intent on finding you because he is imagining the worst case scenario. He’s asking Robin why she left you alone, fretting. His hand is continuously combing through his hair.  Then he sees you. And he is thrown into a jealous rage now. He’s asking you what you were doing with him and you’re sticking up for yourself, saying that he’s (football captain) just a friend and he (Steve) can’t be jealous because he’s not her boyfriend (something Robin had expertly planted in her ear a few hours prior). And he’s saying that you guys are definitely not just friends. 

11. i’m yours - isabel larosa

This is just such a hot song. I love this song so much. This is definitely you showing Steve you are his after Robin’s masterplan somewhat backfired on her (you and Steve ended up forgetting her at the party for this hot steamy moment to ensue). 

12. electric touch - taylor swift

This is your first actual date. It’s November, a winter chill is now in the air. You are sitting anxiously in your living room, waiting for Steve’s headlights to be spotted. He was coming to get you after his shift at Family Video. You guys are both super nervous even though you know you guys are fine. You’ve both been hurt and now you guys are slapping a heavy label on your relationship. Nerves are hanging above the both of you like clouds. You guys know that there are only two ways for this to go. It can either bring you guys back to life or wreck you horribly.  When you finally see his headlights approaching, you get up and start fussing. Checking your outfit, your hair, and your makeup. You’re shaking so much that your legs feel like they are going to give out on you, but you manage to make it to the door, waiting for Steve’s knock so you don’t appear too excited.  When the knock does sound on the door, scaring you slightly, you open it. The second your eyes meet Steve’s it’s like all the nerves and anxieties went away and a smile consumes both of your faces. Then, Steve extends his hand out for you to take and you reach out for him, fingers intertwining. And in that instant, you feared that all the power in Hawkins would go out because of the amount of electricity between the two of you - like a solar flare. Gone was the bitterness of the November weather because all you could feel was the warmth of Steve’s electric touch surrounding you, lighting up your heart. 

13. good old-fashioned lover boy - queen

Steve is a lover-boy. He is pulling out all the stops on your first date. Candle-lit picnic (he picked up fast food on his way to your place) at the quarry. He’s in his best sweater, he freshened up his cologne so he’s smelling nice and everytime he leans closer to you, you catch a whiff - hypnotising you slightly because he smells so good (you lovelies get it). He’s giving you the sweater off his back when you shiver. Let’s just say, you are completely under the spell of Steve “lover-boy” Harrington. 

14. red desert - 5 seconds of summer

Okay, so this is taking place in season 4, when the scenes that brought stancy (ugh) back. You are noticing this and you are getting paranoid because your boyfriend for like four months is suddenly (seemingly) sniffing around his ex-girlfriend who broke his heart again (this is the demons you guys are running from). And Steve notices your shift in behaviour so he reassures you (the: “blessing to feel your love” and “pack up all your bags and stay true to north - you’re the only one I’d do this for” parts). 

15. don’t blame me - taylor swift

This is when Steve decided to show up (for you) by diving into the lake. You’re a nervous wreck until he resurfaces and starts telling you about the gate. Then, he starts to get yanked under again and your heart is basically jumping out of your throat in fear. You are grabbing his arm and then he gets yanked fully under. As everyone is screaming, you’re screaming the loudest, but you also just automatically jump right in after him, causing everyone else to start freaking out even more because now there are two of you in the water with whatever took Steve. 

16. separate ways (worlds apart) - journey

I had to include this one because this is 100% my favourite song that they included in season 4. This is literally just spanning from when the song starts in the season to the final battle. It’s just you and Steve being badass as you once again save Hawkins. But, much like in the show, it’s more than just being badass. It’s representing the fact that you guys are not coming back from this the same and you all are battling the same thing on different levels and you all feel worlds apart. 

17. fast car - luke combs

Love this version because I love Luke Combs - still like the original tho. Anyway, this is after Vecna. You guys are seeing the devastation this encounter has caused, but you guys have also been changed. Steve gets back and sees his parents true colours even more and realises he deserves better. You guys are noticing that Hawkins is too small for you guys and you launch a plan to get out of town whenever you guys get a chance, but you guys are very much aware that even the best laid plans don’t always work out (don’t worry, you guys will stay together, we’re ignoring that part of the song). 

18. line without a hook - ricky montgomery

Prom. This is the whole ‘girl walking down the staircase in her dress and stuff and her date is at the bottom staring stunned at her’ scene. And this is when Steve truly understands that you are the one for him and he suddenly just apologised for the shit he had put you through before you guys got together because “I am nothing without you” (as he said).

19. all the girls you’ve loved before - taylor swift

This is kind of your version of 18. You tell him you forgive him because that was just a phase you guys needed to go through to bring you together in this way and you’re thankful for it as well as every girl that came before you - no matter how jealous you might be thinking about it. And you tell him you’re also thankful for all the times you were hurt by other partners because they shaped you into who he loves.

20. 18 - one direction

This is the song you Steve makes you guys dance to. At this point, you guys are old (this song came out in like 2014 and stranger things is set in the 80s so. But this shows you guys still love each other so much. You’re married and you have started your lives - however that looks, but you still love each other just as much (if not more) as you loved each other when you were 18. Whenever you’re sad or when you guys have had a fight, Steve puts this song on and forces you to dance, chasing anything bad away from the two of you. Even when you aren’t sad or fighting, he still turns this song on and dances with you to it.