#i took a shitty picture as i was driving and we happened to be going the same way

[muddlemore]

I am in love with this fucking car

[aestheticaltcow]

The Night When It Went Wrong

Finally, part two to the Six Months multiverse.

More parts coming soon...

MDNI 18+

The Bear Masterlist

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Carmy walked toward a modest white-paneled house with a long brick walkway. A knot formed in the back of his throat as he walked up the steps to Selena’s front door. This was a mistake. He could turn back now, drive home to you and Mia, and pretend this had never happened. He'd pushed the doorbell before he could stop and think about what this would mean for his relationship. 

Selena opened the door quickly. She stood in the doorframe wearing a cropped white t-shirt and the same pair of lacy panties she’d been wearing in the picture she’d sent meer hours ago. She greeted Carmy with an overly seductive look. He swallowed and looked her up and down as she reached out to hook a finger in a belt loop of the Dickies he’d worn to work that day. She pulled him into her house quickly, closing the door behind him. She pushed Carmy against the closed door and pressed her lips to his. Carmy was cautious but felt it melt away when Selena’s fingers tangled in the roots of his hair; her lips were different from yours, but the desire behind them was intoxicating. Carmy felt a chill go down his spine when his hands moved to Selena’s hips to pull her body closer to his. 

She ended the heated make-out session and pulled Carmy upstairs and down a short hallway. Before entering what Carmy assumed to be Selena’s bedroom, he noticed the framed pictures on the wall. They were the typical pictures you’d see in a family home, although one stuck out: Selena in a princess-y white dress next to a tall man in military regalia. “You’re married?” Carmy questioned.

Selena quickly shook her head, “I’m divorced. My husband cheated on me after I had our kid- he was a shitty husband, but he’s a great Dad.” Carmy nodded, and a wave of guilt crashed over him. He was being a shitty husband. 

Once in her bedroom, Selena took charge and pushed Carmy onto her bed. She straddled Carmy’s hips and yanked at the hem of his shirt. He followed her lead and allowed her to remove his shirt and throw it across the room before putting his hands on her face to bring her lips to his. Selena pushed her tongue into Carmy’s mouth and felt herself gag at the overpowering taste of tobacco and artificial spearmint- how she hadn’t tasted it before was unbeknownst to her. She pushed his forearms down to the mattress beneath their bodies and moved to kiss down his jaw. Carmy moaned softly when her lips pressed against his collarbone. 

Selena sat on her heels as she pulled Carmy’s pants down his thighs. Carmy swallowed and closed his eyes when he felt Selena’s hand grasp the base of cock. As she stroked him and licked at his tip, both of them realized that he wasn’t… excited to be there with her. Selena huffed and stood up abruptly, “Am I not hot enough for you or something!” she angrily stared down at Carmy, crossing her arms over her chest. Carmy sighed and pulled his boxers and pants up in one swift movement.

“I can’t do this,” he said, avoiding eye contact at all costs. He stood up and grabbed his shirt from the floor before quickly exiting her bedroom. He couldn’t make out what Selena was yelling as he exited her house, the only thing on his mind was you and Mia.

Carmy pulled his shirt on as he got into the driver’s seat of his car. He saw his phone in the cup holder where he’d left it. The screen was illuminated with texts you’d sent between his arrival at Selena’s house and now.

Where are you?? I’m sorry for blowing up at you We should probably talk Can’t sleep without you… come home soon, Carm I love you, even if I’m mad at you

“Fuck.” Carmy laughed as he turned on his car. He pushed a hand through his hair and quickly turned on the radio before turning his phone off. He tossed it in the passenger’s seat before quickly driving down the suburban street lit with the occasional street light. Carmy couldn’t go home to you right now. He needed to get his head straight. Did he just cheat on you? He didn’t have sex with Selena- he couldn’t have even if he’d wanted to. Carmy drove through the downtown streets of Chicago for a couple of hours before deciding to go to work when he saw it was almost 4 AM. 

Carmy unlocked the door to the kitchen and turned on the lights before walking to his locker. He changed his shirt before going into the office to try and get a couple hours of sleep before the produce delivery came in. 

~

The night came and went, you couldn’t sleep. While you’d been upset with Carmy’s comments the night before, you’d grown accustomed to him sleeping beside you. When you’d rolled over that morning to see him missing, dread and guilt washed over you. You checked your phone to see he hadn’t texted you back. What if he was dead? He was tired when he’d come home from work last night. What if he fell asleep behind the wheel and crashed his car or drove into the Chicago River? You groaned and decided to call off work that day. The last thing you wanted to do was go into the office to edit some documentary about butterfly migration.

As the morning went by, you felt your anxiety increase. You still hadn’t heard from Carmy and you couldn’t shake the intrusive thoughts of him being hurt and alone. “Okay Mia. We’re goin’ to Grandma’s house!” you faked your enthusiasm hoping Mia hadn’t picked up on your energy, or notice that Carmy hadn’t been home all morning. You shot Carmy another text and threw your phone into your purse before picking Mia up out of her highchair. She squirmed in your arms as you unlocked your car from the front porch. 

After strapping Mia into her car seat and offering her a pacifier, which was promptly spit out, you laughed and kissed her cheek before walking around to the other side of the car. You took a deep breath as you sat in the driver’s seat for a moment; Mia happily babbled to herself as you pushed your hands through your hair. You grabbed your phone out of your bag and texted your Mom, asking if the two of you could come by. She immediately responded, demanding you get there ASAP. You shook your head as a soft smile came to your face. 

As you pulled into your Mom’s driveway, you saw her step onto the porch. She waved excitedly and came to help with Mia as you turned the car off. “There’s my girls!” she smiled as you exited the car. “Hey, Mommy.” You greeted her and watched as she walked around the car to get Mia from her car seat. Mia squealed as your Mom peppered kisses on her cheek.

“Let’s get this little princess inside. Coffee?” she offered. You nodded and followed her inside, locking the car before entering your childhood home. As the two of you entered the kitchen, you couldn’t help but notice the framed pictures on the wall. You and your siblings throughout the years, pictures of your nieces and nephews, when you saw a picture from your and Carmy’s wedding, your breath hitched. Your Mom noticed immediately. She balanced Mia on her waist and shot you a look, “Are you okay, peanut?” 

You looked up to see her face softened with concern. You shook your head, trying to hold back your tears. “Uh, Carmy and I got in a fight last night… he left and didn’t come home… now he isn’t answering his phone. I'm tempted to go down to the restaurant, but I don’t like mixing our relationship problems in with all that—I just—I just feel like such a fuckin’ failure, Mommy.” you confessed as you quickly blinked away the tears that had welled up in your eyes. “Hey. You’re not a failure. Get in here.” your Mom cooed, gesturing for you to hug her with her free arm. You frowned and closed the space between the two of you. 

As you rested your head on her shoulder, little fingers pulled at your hair. You laughed, feeling a little bit better. You looked at Mia to have her hand brushed against your forehead. “Thank you, princess.” You grinned, breaking away from the hug before taking the baby from your Mom’s arms. You held her close to your body as you watched your Mom pour coffee into two matching bunny mugs. 

“Do you want me to watch Mia for a couple days?” you shook your head at your Mom’s initial offer. “Mom, I couldn’t—" you were interrupted by your Mom insisting that it would be no problem and that she wanted to spend more time with her granddaughter before she could talk back. You sighed and reluctantly agreed. The two of you hung out for a bit before you decided to go home and wait for Carmy.

Natalie was doing paperwork in the office when her phone buzzed.

Carmy’s at the restaurant, right?

Yea Is everything okay?

Yeah He just isn’t answering his phone

Want me to kick his ass? I might be pregnant, but I can take him

Lol Just annoy him for me but like subtly…

She laughed at the text chain and slipped her phone into her pocket as she got up from her chair. She poked her head into the kitchen to see Carmy prepping vegetables for the night's special menu. “Bear? Can you come in here for a sec?” she asked, disguising her intention well enough not to raise suspicion in him. He looked up at her to say, “Give me a minute,” before returning to his chopping.

 Natalie nodded and leaned against the desk. A moment later, Carmy came in, wiping his hands against his apron. “Yo. You good?” he questioned, looking at the apathetic look on his sister’s face. She shrugged, “Why aren’t you talking to your wife?” 

Carmy rolled his eyes, “Sugar. It’s really none of your business.” 

Natalie clicked her tongue and gave Carmy ‘the look.’ The one that said she knew something was going on, and if he wouldn’t tell her, she’d find out one way or another. Carmy sighed and closed the door to the office before leaning against it, “Okay. I fucked up.” he scoffed, pushing a hand through his hair. Natalie shot him a perplexed look and crossed her arms over her chest. “Y/N and I haven’t… since the baby came,” Carmy said, gesturing toward Natalie, hoping he wouldn’t have to delve too far into his sex life with her. Natalie grimaced at the thought and nodded softly, signaling Carmy to continue explaining the last 24 hours, “So last night was the boiling point, I guess? Um- I uh- I blew up at her a little bit and uh left.”

Carmy scratched the back of his neck questioning himself, should he tell his sister the full truth of what he did? He knew she’d tell you in a heartbeat. Maybe he could convince her to let him tell you before she took the lead. “I uh… I sorta- I sorta fuck.” he laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. He stared at the floor, biting the inside of his cheek. “Natalie, I cheated on her.”

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[pablitogavii]

Your jealous fic was so great !!! Can you please write another but with Gavi as the jealous one ?

You hated when you and Pablo fought. It always made the rest of your day shitty as hell!

This morning he was in a sour mood and you thought it was because his knee was hurting but it was about you going out with your girls last night.

"I waited for you...when did you come back?" he asked in the morning.

"I came before midnight, Pablo. Medications always make you sleepy before that" you tried to explain but he wasn't believing you acting like an annoying child.

"And it was just you girls huh?" he asked and you knew where this was going. Pablo was a jealous guy!

"Yes, Pablo. It surely wasn't strippers all around us, por favor!" you say but he really took that seriously getting even more agitated.

"Mi amor, it was a joke. It was just us a girls having dinner together, te lo juro" you say touching his face but he was in no mood for it pulling away and you sigh.

"How could you just leave me here alone!?" he said and you sighed. It was your best friend's birthday and Pablo is the one who pushed you to go only to make you guilty about it now.

"You said I should go because it's her birthday! What's the matter now!?" you said and he just rolled his eyes going back to sleep as you got ready for uni.

"Pablo's just frustrated with injury and not being able to walk without crutches yet ..." your friend told you as you talked about it on your way to class.

"I know and I try to help him every day with it, but sometimes I just want to strangle him!" you were frustrated as well choosing to take a break from him until you get home. Your phone was on in case of an emergency but you weren't answering his attempts to apologize by sweet talking you.

pablito: I hope my girl has the best school day 💗

pablito: have you eaten yet nena?

pablito: i know i made you mad, but i'm waiting for you at home to cuddle

You had to admit that by the end of the school day, you were no longer angry and blushed every time you read his messages.

"You two are living a crazy love story!" your friend told you as you departed when school ended.

You came home looking for Pablo only to find him in your shared bedroom on your side of the bed cuddling to your pillow. How can you be angry at someone so adorable!?

"Pablo..." you said and he jumped looking at you with a big smile. You took of our coat and sat besides him as he pulled you down to kiss him warm lips.

"Nena, you're so cold! Come here and cuddle me" he said and you blushed nodding your head and laying down and he laid on your chest kissing all over your neck.

"I missed you...a lot" he said and you sighed playing with his hair and nodding your head.

"Are we gonna talk about what happened last night Pablito?" you ask and he kept quiet. Always the same things, he hated being the one wrong.

"Were you un poco celoso my though footballer?" you tease knowing he will defiantly react.

"No celos! Just worried!" he said and you chuckled nodding your head knowing there is no way he admits it.

"Bueno, but in case you were I want you to know that I was showing our pictures together all night...and I don't want anybody else...because you my though footballer are driving me loca" you say and he blushed nodding his head already feeling a bit sleepy as he nuzzled his face into your warmed up neck.

"Say it again nena" he said and you raised your eyebrows

"Hm..call me your though footballer again and see what happens" he smirks and you slap his shoulder reminding him of his injury before you both laughed and continued to cuddle the rest of the night.

[angelkiyo]

in bloom [sakusa kiyoomi x fem! indie actress! reader]

chapter iii + masterlist [fluff, modern/timeskip au]

(🎧suggested song: everything - the black skirts)

“Uh huh, well I do acting. It’s fun and it pays the bills.” You tapped on the table and smiled, taking a drink of the cosmopolitan you ordered.

You were currently on a date with a guy from In Bloom, his name was Semi Eita. You have heard of him a few times from friends back in high school. Your parents have also mentioned him a few times as his parents were family friends. Although the close connection with your parents, you never really got to see him or really talk to him. You just knew of him and he knew of you.

He had a casual maroon crewneck with some baggy jeans and Adidas. The two of you were at a dark bar in Shibuya, ironic considering how busy it was outside. Eita recommended it as he didn’t want to be seen.

“Oh, nice. My parents mentioned that to me. Some people on my timeline have profile pictures that look like you so most likely it was you.” He gave an awkward smile and took a swig of his vodka cranberry.

He was a musician. You have seen videos from his gigs before but to you, he didn’t seem the type to go on a dating app. Then again, neither were you.

You laughed a bit, “That’s funny! Yeah, I’m pretty sure I’ve seen some clips from your shows on my timeline! God, I haven’t played guitar in such a long time.”

He smiled and took a sip of his drink, “You played guitar? That’s awesome!”

You smiled sheepishly and nodded, “Yeah…but you’re way better!”

Eita smiled at you and swished around his glass, “I mean playing instruments isn’t that easy either, y’know. Give yourself a bit of credit.”

You laughed and eased up. Eita was nice and attractive. Of course you’d be flustered if an attractive guitarist complimented you.

It had been almost 24 hours since your “following Kiyoomi” incident and nothing had happened. When you woke up, Hitoka and Tadashi already left for work, leaving a barrage of interrogating text messages.

After an hour or so of conversation from both ends and the occasional turn at the bar TV playing some football match, Eita decided to drive you home.

He spoke again once you two got into his black Audi, “So what made you download In Bloom? You seem sociable enough to get a significant other on your own without the help of some shitty app.”

You shrugged, “Getting over someone, y’know. I know it’s the “first date” or whatever but I wanted to be honest. Also trying stuff out because I saw it in an ad so I was curious. You?”

Eita sighed, “I get that. My friend, Satori. He said that if I could pull in hundreds of people for a show, then I should have enough balls to get a girlfriend. We were talking one day and he made me download the app. Doesn’t help that my parents want me to settle down soon too.”

“Did you want to download it?”

Your question made Eita’s lips go into a fine line, “You were honest so I will be too; no, I didn’t want to.”

You nodded and sighed until he spoke again, “I mean it’s not like I regret it. You’re nice and pretty so I don’t mind. Um, where did you go to high school?”

You smiled at his attempt at changing the conversation, “Itachiyama Institute for high school. You?”

His eyes widened at the mention of Itachiyama, “I - uh, went to Shiratorizawa. But damn, that’s insane. I know you went to school in Tokyo but not Itachiyama….”

You raised your eyebrows at the mention of Shiratorizawa as well and laughed, “Well, it was paid off with my volleyball sport scholarship.”

“Oh me too! You played volleyball?”

You nodded, “Yeah, I was an ace but my last year, I got injured really bad and was unable to play. Luckily, my GPA was high enough to continue having a scholarship so y’know…”

Eita nodded as his fingers tapped on the steering wheel, “Did you possibly know Sakusa Kiyoomi or Komori Motoya? Sakusa played with my friend and well, Komori was a hell of a libero. I think they play pro now...”

You froze at the mention of Kiyoomi, “Uh yeah. I’ve um- heard of them. Ki- Sakusa and uh- Komori, yeah they were in the boys team at the same time that I was in the girls team.”

Eita looked at you confused at your changed demeanor but laughed it off, “You know them well?”

You laughed and shook your head, “No no, I just know them from volleyball. You mentioned you also played?”

Eita nodded and smiled, “Yeah, I was a setter and a pretty damn good one if I do say so myself.”

In your opinion, Eita was great and really nice. He lived up to the occasional praise your parents have said. He's a hot musician, for god's sake!

“This is me…” You said, tapping on the window showing your apartment complex.

Eita smiled, “So…I’ll text you? I hope you enjoyed our date.”

You nodded and pointed at your phone, “ I did. Text me, Eita. I really like talking to you. Good night.”

You leaned closer to him and kissed his cheek, finally getting out of the car and waved at him as he drove away.

You thought you had a good day, really. It was 9 in the evening and it seemed like no one was there.

God you were mistaken…

“Oh L/N! Is that you?”

Your heart felt like it was going to stop as you turned to see Komori and Sakusa.

“O-Oh…Hi. It’s nice to um- see the two of you.”

You were lying.

You saw them and crossed your arms awkwardly, tapping your hand against your arm. Kiyoomi really did look good. It’s been almost 8 years since you’ve seen him and he got taller, more muscular, and his hair looked as good as before. He didn’t have his mask on but his facial features in general looked pretty. Though he looked like he was swaying. Komori was shorter yet supporting Kiyoomi from falling down as he supported his cousin by his shoulder.

Komori smiled and waved, “It’s late. What are you doing out here so late! Me and Kiyoomi just got back from hot pot. Do you live near here?”

“Oh, I was just coming back from a date! And yeah, I do live near here. Actually right here so, y’know.”

“Ooh! Me an’ Kiyoomi actually live across the street! Geez, how cool!”

A date?

He felt jealous. Sakusa Kiyoomi felt jealous.

Maybe it’s the liquor he drank at hotpot.

Maybe it was actually how he felt.

Seeing you in person after so long caused a pang in his heart. Your features have gotten more mature and yet, more beautiful. Kiyoomi hasn’t dated anyone since he dated you. You were his “first love” and he never really had the time to move on from you romantically. He’s been busy.

The three of you were under a street light and you still looked as beautiful as before. Kiyoomi mumbled, breaking the loud silence, “A date?”

You made eye contact with him, where he broke it immediately and you cleared your throat, “Y-Yeah…it was from this dating website In Bloom or whatever, and it’s cool, I guess. I mean I have my options open so…”

You mentally cringed at the last part. You didn’t want to sound desperate in front of your ex-boyfriend who you still think is hot.

“Oh so does Kiyoomi! This loser had never had a girlfriend.”

Never?

You raised your eyebrow at Kiyoomi who started massaging his temples in annoyance, muttering a quiet 'Why did you have to say that?' to Komori who just snorted, “Oh really? I thought you did in high school. Must have been someone else.”

Kiyoomi tensed up and looked away slightly. He felt your gaze practically shoot daggers at him as you crossed your arms. Komori looked at the both of you and smiled, “Y’know, it’s getting late, let’s go Kiyoomi.” Komori began pushing Kiyoomi in front of him before waving to you, “Good night, L/N!”

You nodded confused and started walking to your apartment complex, leaving Komori and Kiyoomi alone, "Good night Komori. Good night Sakusa."

Kiyoomi felt his heart race again. You would even call him by his first name before the two of you even started 'talking' romantically in the first place. The way his last name slid off your tongue grew a pit in Kiyoomi's stomach as he held his head down in shame.

Once they were in farther away from your apartment complex, Kiyoomi sighed and slurred frustratingly, “Why would you tell her that?”

Komori shrugged and kept walking with a mission, “Y’know. I mean it’s true, not like you have dated someone. I’d know about it.”

“Y—Yeah but it’s herrr…”

Kiyoomi felt himself tense up again. Motoya should have known about it. But at the moment, he was just confused as to why his cousin was walking too fast to the apartment.

Komori Motoya wouldn’t say he’s a messy person. He wouldn’t say he’s an instigator either. He isn’t the type to cause problems all the time.

He loves watching romantic comedies now and then. He has even paid for a year's worth of Peacock just to watch reality TV shows such as The Bachelorette and Love Island (he has considered signing Kiyoomi up before).

Though, after seeing the potential chemistry between his cousin and you, he felt that he had no choice. The both of you have In Bloom, played volleyball in the same high school, and live near each other.

Hell, he still remembered Kiyoomi searching you up on his socials. Kiyoomi was even embarrassed at Komori calling him out infront of you! It was a situation that needed his help.

Did his cousin like you?

If he did, Komori would make sure his cousin’s feelings would come across. He didn’t want Kiyoomi to live all miserable and alone.

After Kiyoomi showered and fell asleep, Komori snatched his phone and leaned it towards his cousin for Face ID. He felt relief as usually his cousin is a light sleeper but due to him being drunk off his ass, Kiyoomi knocked out.

Komori isn’t stupid and started swiping furiously on In Bloom to get to you. He assumed that since you live near, it would be quick.

And quick, it was.

Y/n L/I. - 25

info: tokyo, actress of sorts, vb lover :)

“Bingo…” Komori immediately swiped right on your profile.

He wanted Kiyoomi to be happy, even if it meant pushing him out of his comfort zone.

What type of cousin would he be if he didn’t assist his own family.

[New Notification from in bloom!]

Y/n L/I. & Kiyoomi S. are a match! Start messaging for a chance to get to know each other!

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a/n - THIS IS SO MILLENNIAL CODED BUT THIS JS A ROMCOM SMAU SO BARE WITH ME. may seem like filler but i rlly do want this fic to be mainly fluff! also pls ignore timestamps 🤗😭

🏷️ taglist- @lilchubbyyy @renardiererin @wolffmaiden

[the-words-we-sung]

The songs of Young Royals - S1 E1

So after a few re-watch I started noticing how well the songs are used in the show and I wanted to chat a little bit about it ^^ (Because I'm usually watching alone with my cat and he doesn't really care about my opinions on how awesome the show is at picking its songs :p So hopefully people here will be more interested!!)

Bad, Farveblind

I think it's wrong I think it's bad I think it's lame I think it's horrible The song starts when we see Wilhelm at the club where he gets in a fight and then we get the chorus through his earbuds in the car (note: I love it when a show put a music in the background that ends up being something a character is actually listening to in the scene!!). He just got out of a shitty situation which will have huge repercussions on his life and his mother is making decisions about his life without asking him: the show is not subtle about telling us how "wrong" and "bad" it is. And despite this lil' foreshadowing (the song plays before Minou tells Wille about his mother's decisions) and Wilhelm's strong opinion against them, it's still gonna happen. Going to a boarding school is "lame" (or so Wilhelm thinks) and the whole situation is "horrible". And yeah, it's gonna suck on a lot of points, but it's also gonna change his life...

Wannabee Ghetto, Fata Boom

... Keep up the front like it's your decision ... Look our best Covering up what we're missin It's literally what Wilhelm has to do now. His mother decided for him that he should change school and enroll at Hillerska, he is not happy about this plan but has to pretend he's okay with it. He just lied to the public that it was a decision he took part in. He is the prince, even if he's not (yet) the Crown Prince, and he has an image to maintain. An image that was damaged due to the video of the fight: someone is literally putting make up on him to "cover up" the marks of the fight so he can look his "best". And what is he missing? Well August will say it at least twice: he doesn't have the same drive as him or Erik. So he's missing the desire to be on top, to be king, to keep the status quo...

It takes a fool to remain sane, The Ark

... Wasn't life supposed to be more than this ... Let go off my hand and it will slip on the sand If you don't give me the chance To break down the walls of attitude I ask nothing of you, not even your gratitude 'Cause it takes a fool to remain sane ... Of becoming like the others Who become unhappy mothers And fathers of unhappy kids This song!! Such a great choice for their first song <3 Wilhelm being so incredibly unhappy and stuck because "being a prince is a privilege, not a punishment" but he wants more for his life. It is supposed to be "more than this", more than pressure and appearance. The song going on with the "unhappy mothers / unhappy kids" while we follow Erik and Wilhelm stiffly posing for pictures outside. How can Wilhelm not be scared? Is it the life that awaits him? Always keeping a nice front, not being himself?And why is that? 'Cause they've forgotten how to play But Erik and Wilhelm haven't forgotten yet!! Right after these lyrics we have a playful Erik who suggests they take off in the middle of the photo-shoot! And they do!! So there's hope for them!!

I see you, Nadia Tehran

Back to their bases Covering their faces Tones through the breeze yeah The power calls crises Round my crowd No cops allowed Interestingly the song starts with "you ain't welcome here, you don't look like us". This part is not in the show but works so well for Wilhelm starting at Hillerska. He's getting hazed by his peers "covering their faces" and being really rough with him (this hazing is so yucky, I struggle watching it every time ^^'), and he's welcome here because he's the prince, because he's supposed to be part of their world. But he's not gonna be like them. Do they know it already? "You don't look like us", and thanks god for that!! (And yup, "no cops allowed", right August? You can do whatever you want here without any consequences...)

Blah blah blah, Armin van Buuren

All we ever hear from you is blah blah blah So all we ever do is go ja ja ja And we don't even care about what they say The song plays while August is talking to Wilhelm about being among his peers and criticizing him for wanting to be "normal" at his previous school. I love that this song is playing because, yes, it's a good party song, but also, it's probably what everyone watching the show is thinking when August is being an insufferable prick like that! And Wilhelm too, who just usually goes "ja ja ja / yes yes yes" to what August tells him (until he stops and finally goes openly against him, but for now in the show, he just listens and nods). Erik told him he should listen and trust August, so he listens to him. But at this moment Simon appears, and suddenly Wilhelm "don't even care about what they say" because the cute boy he already has a big crush on just arrived. And August and his stupid speeches about rich people being above everyone else don't matter anymore.

[imaginationlane]

Six Nights In Paris [Marquis Vincent de Gramont x Reader | Prologue]

Warnings:

Adult Language & Themes, Violence, Death, & [Eventual] Smut.

Rating:

Explicit (18+) [Minors, if I catch you in my notes -- I will block your account from my page.]

Author's Notes:

I cannot fucking believe this character brought me back here. I've been revived from the dead for a sociopathic character with no empathy. Of course, my ass would come running for this walking, talking, red-flag factory. What the hell is wrong with me and why tf am I like this?!

On a side note, this Prologue is a little shorter than what I've written for stories in the past. But we dive into the meat and potatoes of the story in chapter one and it'll be a fairly long chapter that most of you may have been used to from me. So enjoy this reprieve, lol. It won't last long.

Summary:

Winston was out of his element, and it showed. It was rare to see such a proud man fall so far from grace, but he knew I would be one of the very few people left to answer his calls and he was right. According to him, the job was simple: Get to Paris, make an appearance at the Grand Masquerade Ball to celebrate the newly anointed Marquis, and infiltrate his ranks to gather intel on him. After all, the Marquis was rumored to be a ruthless wildcard. The High Table appointing such a man could spell disaster for anyone who happens to get in his way.

But I should have known that nothing ever goes according to plan. In an underworld filled with assassins and spies, it is a certainty that people distrust and use everyone they encounter as a means to their own ends -- and the Marquis and I are no exceptions. Now, as my reputation hangs in the balance, ending up as his newest obsession is, quite frankly, the most dangerous game of cat and mouse that I've ever played with my life, my mind, and my heart.

He had to have known that he was driving me to the point of pure madness. My black polished nails tapped impatiently against the scrapped and marred oak table in front of me as I listened to my burner ring for what seemed like the hundredth time that day. Winston was calling again, and God only knew why.

Twelve years of insanity. That's all he brought me since he blew into my life like the gale-force winds of a hurricane all those years ago. And I was still no closer to getting any of the answers I was so desperately seeking from him. This man knew more than he was saying about my past, answers that I couldn't find no matter how hard I tried. For years, he dangled what I wanted from him like a carrot on a string; holding it over my head as if it were something to taunt me with in order to get me to do his fucking bidding.

He had a lot of nerve calling me right now, I'd give him that much.

Part of me wanted to continue to ignore his calls. I owed him nothing and the last I heard, he was excommunicato -- so that would be an automatic death sentence for me if I were caught breathing within a five-block radius of him. The word on the street was that Wintson was out, the New York Conntennital Hotel was deconsecrated and decommissioned, and as for his favored concierge that was glued to his side like a shadow? Well, apparently, Charon took a bullet in the chest for him. It was official: Winston was radioactive and people would drop like flies around him. The message was crystal clear to me: if we all valued any semblance of our shitty existences, we'd stay the fuck away from him.

I could picture him now, sighing dramatically into his phone as he waited for me to pick it up. Had I really become so predictable that he just instinctively knew I was going to answer his call eventually? Of course, I had. Because he knew just how passionate I was for the answers I was seeking from him. For a moment, I continued to wonder about the options that lay ahead of me as I nursed a glass of whiskey in my hand and stared at a Cuban cigar sitting in the ashtray beside me. Twelve years in this business and Winston knows I'll come running whenever he calls. Figures.

Perhaps I really am that predictable. But believing that doesn't soothe the fierce emotions warring with each other deep within the recesses of my mind and soul. I hated being in this position and what's worse was that I hated how I kept doing this to myself.

Screw it, if I'm going to die, I might as well enjoy this fucking cigar while I still have the chance.

Without another thought, I flipped open my phone and placed it to my ear.

"This better be fucking good, because me just answering this phone call will probably put me on the High Table's shit list."

Winston chuckled softly as if mocking my impatience with this situation. "And here I thought you liked it whenever I called you."

My eyes closed momentarily, straining to hold in a tired sigh.

"Before you were excommunicated, sure. But you know as well as I do that me answering any calls from you now puts me at risk," I quipped back. "Now, what do you want Winston?"

He sighed over the other end, knowing my patience was running thin.

"I have a job for you --"

"Go to Hell, I'm not interested."

"If you weren't interested, little Dove, you wouldn't have even picked up your phone in the first place," his smooth baritone was amused at my initial refusal. "Besides, you will be once I tell you that your life is in danger if the new Marquis finds out who you are. Right now, there's a journal on its way to Paris and making its way into the Marquis's hands. A journal, by the way, that belongs to me."

I released a frustrated sigh of my own as I ran my hand over my face.

"I'm failing to see how that's my problem. A lot of people have worked with you in the past. Surely the High Table can understand that," I stated confidently.

Screw the cigar, I'm gonna need a cigarette just listening to him being cryptic as fuck like this.

"Maybe if John had not killed The Elder, then sure. You'd be right. But the new Marquis is pulling out all the stops now and he's on a warpath."

Wait, what did he just say?

"I'm sorry, John did what? I thought John was dead." I question incredulously.

Winston was silent for a moment, absorbing the fact that I sincerely had no idea what the hell he was even talking about. It shouldn't have been surprising for him though. When I'm not handling assignments, I'm dropping off the radar and ignoring the rest of the world until it's time for me to step back into it again. "You didn't know? Apparently, John Wick survived his brush with death at my hands. And it appears that I have a lot to catch you up on. Meet me at the old safe house location in Albany. You know which one I'm talking about, right?"

I hesitated for a minute, but my hesitation was futile. He knew I had agreed to meet him just by picking up the phone.

"Only on one condition."

"Name it, little Dove."

"I know you know who I was before this. For twelve goddamn years, you've kept me in the dark about who I am, what my past was like, how I ended up here -- and you've refused to tell me anything. I want every shred of information you have. No more hiding, no more games. Because if you dick me around again Winston, so help me God... I'll save the High Table the trouble and kill you myself." I stated matter of factly. I was done. The games stopped here or he could find someone else to do his fucking dirty work for him.

Winston remained silent on the other end of the phone, clearly contemplating his next move.

"It's non-negotiable Winston. Do you want help? You wanna stay alive longer than the next day or two? I need my answers, that's my price. You give me what I want and I'll not only meet you, I'll do whatever you need to keep you alive and help you undo the excommunicato. Do we have a deal?"

Sighing heavily to himself, he knew it was over. If he wanted my help, he was going to have to give me exactly what I wanted or he could take his risks with John Wick eventually coming after him.

"You want the information? It'll be yours. Get to the safe house by this afternoon. We've got a lot of ground to cover and time is of the essence," and with that, the other line went dead.

I snapped my phone shut and tossed it carelessly on the table in front of me. For twelve long years, this man used me as a means to an end. The training, the jobs, the marks that have nearly killed me until I killed them first; there was so much blood and death surrounding me that I gave up a long time ago on ever being able to wash my hands clean of it. My only question now, was how the hell did I get here and how come I couldn't remember any part of my life prior to Winston finding me? He had the answers and he sat on them, refusing to tell me anything. Now, I finally had a reason to force his hand in telling me everything.

Snatching up my glass tumbler, I downed the rest of the whiskey and stood up from the table. Plucking up my cigar, I was slightly depressed I wouldn't have a chance to smoke it today. No matter though. When this job was finished and I had every answer in my hands, I'll smoke it then. Besides, if I wanted to make it to Albany by the afternoon, I needed to pack up and leave immediately. Traffic was going to be a bitch anyway, thanks to the fact it was a weekend, so I needed to pick up the pace and hurry.

I wasted little time searching out my backpack and stuffing it with a change of clothes, necessary toiletries, an extra pair of boots, and a selected stash of guns, knives, and other lightweight weapons. Once that was complete, I walked to the front door to grab my helmet, riding gloves, and leather jacket. As soon as I was dressed and ready to ride, I strapped my pack across my back. Depending on what Winston would require for this so-called "job" of his in Paris, I may already have what I need at my French safe house location so it was important that I pack as lightly as I could. After locking up my penthouse, I was opening my garage and climbed on the back of my Black & Silver custom BMW S1000RR motorcycle. I didn't have to worry about too many folks being nosey in this neighborhood, as many of these people had their own secrets to hide anyway.

And as I began to gently coast along the quiet and sleepy neighborhood street on my bike, riding along serenely into the early morning orange rays of the sun, I took one last look around before I turned off that familiar little street and drove forth into a destiny that would change everything for me. __

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[medusapelagia]

22 AU-gust: Celebrities

Rating: Teen and up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: sickfic, car accident WC: 2486

It’s not the first time that Eddie and Steve are followed by some paparazzi, not since Corroded Coffins made it big thanks to the single Lover Lake Lover.

They were eating at the Ritz, in a very secluded area, but someone must have ratted them out and they had to cut it short and run toward the red Ferrari Eddie bought with the first stack of money he got from the label. 

Steve was not enthusiastic when he first saw the car, but in the end, Eddie convinced him that it was better than the shitty van he used to drive back in Hawkins.

“Fuck the paparazzi!” Eddie complains, taking a sharp curve too quickly. “We can’t even have one night to celebrate on our own!”

“It’s ok Eddie. The food was great and I really loved that you booked the entire restaurant just for us.”

“It wasn’t enough! Have you seen how many paparazzi were there? They knew we were there! They were fucking waiting for us.”

Eddie keeps going faster and faster, trying to leave behind the cars that are following them.

“It’s ok, I don’t mind. I know how your life is and I’m fine with it.”

“Sorry sweetheart, I wanted everything to be perfect. I had all this planned for months!”

“It’s just a birthday, we can still celebrate the next one…”

A flashlight in the rear mirror distracts Eddie and for a second he closes his eyes, when he opens them another car is right in front of them.

He turns the wheel of the car, avoiding the impact with the car in front but being pushed forward by the car that was following them. 

They hit the guardrail, hard.

Eddie’s face bumps against the airbag, and his nose breaks. 

He hisses, while he feels something hot pouring from his nose. 

For a moment he stays still, trying to understand what happened, then someone is opening his side of the car and he sees the same boy who followed him from the restaurant.

“Hey man, are you ok?” He asks, trembling.

“What the fuck do you want?! You already ruined my evening! I hope you took a good picture!”

“Man, I’m sorry, but you are bleeding. I already called 911, they are on their way.”

Bleeding?

He touches his face finding blood on his fingertips “Fucking moron! If you ruined my face I’m going to fucking sue you!” Then he turns toward the car “Steve, are you ok?”

His blood freezes: Steve's head is hanging on his chest while he is unconscious.

“Steve! Steve!” He calls again trying to shake him, but the other man stops him.

“Don’t move him! Wait for the paramedics!”

But he has to know if he is just unconscious or…

He lifts a finger toward Steve’s nose, holding his breath until he feels some air on his fingers.

“He is breathing…” he whispers, looking at the unconscious boy at his side “Where the fuck is the ambulance?!” he asks terrified.

When the ambulance stops and the paramedics see Eddie’s face they can’t believe their eyes.

“Eddie Munson?” one of them asks, getting closer.

“Yes, I’m  fucking Eddie Munson and my boyfriend is unconscious in the fucking car! Can you do your fucking job for Christ’s sake!” he yells, unable to control himself.

The two paramedic nods and gets closer to the car, but Steve’s side of the car is blocked by the guard rail “We have to wait for the firefighters to free him, if we move him now we risk compromising his situation.” one of the paramedics says, dragging Eddie far from the car “Are you fucking kidding me? You can’t leave him there! Don’t touch me! I’m fine! I’m fucking fine!” he keeps yelling, while the other guy keeps a strong arm on his shoulder.

“Your nose is broken, I can quickly fix it and you can’t do anything for your friend, so try to keep still and let me do my job. The firefighters are on their way, my colleague already told them what to expect, your friend will be out of the car in no time.”

Eddie nods, finally quiet.

He screams when, with a loud crack, the paramedic puts his nose back to his rightful position, but his eyes are pinned on the car.

True to their word, the firefighters arrive a few minutes later, opening the car like a tin of sardines and taking Steve out of the car.

Eddie tries to run toward him, and then the two paramedics, Eddie and Steve drive quickly toward the hospital.

When Eddie can finally see Steve’s face he sees that he has blood pouring from one ear. It can’t be a good thing.

He has an oxygen mask and the two paramedics talk quickly between them.

Eddie can’t hear anything, he can only see the weak beat of Steve’s heartbeat on the screen.

When they finally get to the hospital Steve disappears with some nurses behind a white door and Eddie’s word stops.

He doesn’t know where the fuck he is, he doesn’t know what is happening to Steve, and what he knows is that all the people in the waiting room are looking at him.

“Eddie Munson?” someone asks, but he doesn’t want to talk to anyone. He runs toward the bathroom and closes himself into a stall before falling to his knees and starting to cry.

***

He doesn’t know how long he stays on the floor of the stupid bathroom, but something is buzzing in his pocket.

He takes out his phone, Robin.

“Hey, Eddie! How did it go? He hasn’t called me! I was sure he would have called me as soon as you gave it to him but… Eddie? Eddie, are you ok?”

“No…” he mumbles, his voice broken.

“What happened? Did he not like the ring or…?”

“I didn’t… I didn’t have the chance to give it to him. I didn’t… he… I…”

“Eddie, you are making me anxious. What happened? We had everything figured out.”

“We hit a guardrail. We are at the hospital. He… he is in surgery.”

“Where? Where are you?”

“I… I don’t know.”

“Eddie! Listen to me! Ask someone for the name of the hospital. I’m coming. Ok? I’ll call Chrissy, she’ll be there soon. Just tell me the name ok?”

He nods, even if she can’t see him, and goes toward the reception asking for the name of the hospital.

In a few minutes Chrissy, his manager, is there.

She makes sure that there is a private room ready for Steve on a higher floor, and then she drags Eddie toward the waiting room in the private area.

“He is going to be ok. I’m sure. We just have to be patient.”

Eddie nods, with his eyes still full of tears.

“What happened?” she asks sweetly, holding him tight.

“We went to the Ritz. I was going to ask him to marry me. But there were so many paparazzi and I didn’t want to have our special moment in tomorrow's newspaper, so we left. But a couple of paparazzi were insistent. One of them follows us with his car. And I was reckless. I was driving too fucking fast! And then I saw a flash in the rear window and somehow there was a car in front of us. I tried to avoid it but the car behind us was too close and we hit the guard rail and I don’t know how he is. He was bleeding from his ear Chrissy. You shouldn’t bleed from the ears.”

Chrissy hugs him even tighter, while she calls Garreth and asks him to check with their agency if they can do some damage control on what happened. It’s bad enough that they had an accident and Steve is in surgery. They don’t need the media's extra attention.

***

After what feels like days, a doctor comes to talk to them. Chrissy is hugging Eddie and holding Robin’s hand as tight as she can.

“Your friend has a brain injury. We had to open his skull to release some pressure. From our scan it seems that he had at least a couple of concussions in the past, is that right?"

Robin nods “Yeah, he has a history of concussion due to… sports.” that’s the official excuse. Talking about interdimensional monsters to doctors is never a good idea.

The doctor nods.

“I will not lie to you. When he came to us he was in pretty bad condition, but now he is stable. You can’t enter the room but you can see him if you want.”

Eddie and Robin nod eagerly and the doctor escorts him toward Steve’s room.

He seems so small in that hospital bed with tubes all over his body.

“He will be ok, right?” Robin asks, tentatively.

The doctor sighs “It’s too soon to tell. But he is young and strong.”

Eddie puts his hands on the window.

“He is.” he whispers.

Steve has a big white bandage around his head, his hair was shaved and Eddie knows that he is going to be so mad about it.

“I think the wedding will have to wait.” Robin says.

“What?”

“He will never get married with a buzzcut.”

Eddie laughs, dryly.

“It’s my fault.” Eddie says, eyes pinned on the resting boy “If I wasn’t so famous it would have never happened. We would have had a burger at Benny’s not at the fucking Ritz and we would have ended our night in Steve’s bed and not in a fucking hospital.

Robin hugs him tight “It was an accident.”

“I was driving Robin, it's my fault. If he... I will never forgive myself!”

“He will not! He will never leave you. I know that! And you know it too!”

Eddie nods, crying silently while they hug each other.

***

Three days. 

Three fucking days and still Steve has not woken up.

The doctors say that his brain needs time to heal and that it’s a good sign, but what they really mean it’s that is a good sign that he hasn’t died.

Robin somehow convinces him to leave the room to grab a coffee, and he is staring at it, without even seeing it, when he sees the familiar flash.

He knows that he looks horrible, he hasn’t left the hospital in three days, he hasn’t showered or left to eat, and someone is taking a fucking picture of him when he is at the lowest point of his life. The love of his life is dying and all that people can think of is taking a picture of him.

Garreth, at his side, takes the phone from the man who took the photo, deletes it from the phone and from the trash, and yells something about how he should feel ashamed of himself.

Eddie tries to keep it together.

He can’t cry. Not now.

He leaves the cafeteria and wanders around the hospital without really knowing where he is going and he finds himself in front of the hospital chapel.

He has never prayed before.

He called himself the antichrist more than once.

But right now he really needs some help.

It’s cold and dark inside, but somehow peaceful.

He sits in one of the last pews, looking at the dim light of the candles.

There are a few people but none is looking at him, everyone is too involved in his own problems.

He tries to remember one of the prayers that his mother insisted he learn, but he never did.

“Please, God, don’t take him away from him. Please.” he begs, feeling the tears in his eyes.

He cries all his tears in the little chapel, where for the first time after so much time he is not Eddie Munson, he is just a boy, asking for a miracle.

When he gets back to the room, Steve is still lying in his bed.

No one asks him where he has gone or what he has done. He sits on the uncomfortable plastic chair “You’ll have to give me some massages when we come back home, Stevie. I’m breaking my back on these stupid chairs.” he murmurs, holding Steve’s hand.

***

Something woke him.

Eddie opens his eyes confused and then he sees it.

Steve is caressing his hand, his beautiful doe eyes confused but open.

“Oh my god! Steve! Steve!” he screams, getting closer and cradling his head between his hands while peppering his forehead with kisses.

“Oh my god. Oh my god!” he keeps repeating, waking Robin who was sleeping on the little couch in the room.

“I’m going to call the doctor!” she says, and then she runs outside while Eddie keeps kissing Steve, unable to believe that he is finally lucid.

The doctor makes everyone leave, and when they come back he tells them that everything seems good. They will keep him for a couple of days, and if the tests are ok he will be discharged, but he will have to come back for a few weeks.

Eddie nods and then goes back to his lover.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault. I almost killed you.”

“Ed… I don’t remember what happened exactly but I’m sure you didn’t try to kill me. You love me too much.”

“I do. I fucking do.”

The ring in his pocket burns like fire, even more now that Steve is injured and they aren’t legally married.

He gets on his knees.

“Will you marry me?”

“Eddie!” Robin scolds him, but he has eyes only for Steve.

“Are you serious?”

He takes the ring from his pocket “I know that I smell like shit, but I have wanted to ask you to marry me since forever and I thought that your birthday would have been the perfect occasion. I’m sorry I ruined everything and I’m proposing in a fucking hospital room. But I want to be your husband more than everything! Would you like to be mine?”

Steve smiles “I do.” he replies tugging Eddie until he is close enough to kiss him.

Robin glares at Steve “I hope you were thinking about asking me to be your bestwoman.”

Steve laughs “It seems to me that we never got enough privacy. But, yes, you are going to be my best woman.”

“You have to ask! You can’t just assume… ok... You can assume. I love you so much dingus! Don’t scare me like that again!” she hugs him tight then she leaves the room to give them some privacy.

“How are you feeling, baby?”

“Tired and confused. Maybe it’s all a dream and you never really asked me to marry you.”

“That’s only one way to know. I will keep asking you until we finally get married.”

“That sounds nice.” Steve replies, his eyelids falling.

“Sleep, baby. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

[svechnikovvv]

moving forward

pairing: trevor zegras x fem!reader

warnings: profanity, shitty father

summary: new beginnings

a/n: can we all appreciate this gif of z? but holy fucking shit. we reached 400 followers??? already???

gif creds: @mattymartin

masterlist: here

my dad was one of those dads where dating was forbidden for me. if i even mentioned the topic of dating, he’d shut me down immediately.

so when he found the polaroid of trevor and i in my room, he was livid.

***

i was walking around campus, enjoying the scenery when i get a string of messages from my dad.

where are you?

get home

right now.

i was freaking out. i don’t know what i did this time. it’s always like this with him. constantly walking on egg shells because he’s so hard to please. nothing i do satisfies him. he’ll always find something to be mad about with me.

i rush home, because i know if i don’t get there in record time, my ass is screwed. luckily, campus was ten minutes from home, so my drive is short and quick.

i head inside the house, scared for what’s to come.

“dad?” i call out and i walk into the living room and see him sitting on the couch, staring at the coffee table in front of him.

“sit down” i take a seat on one of the recliners and i’m looking at him, anxiously waiting.

“mind telling me what this is?” he nods his head at the coffee table and i see a polaroid picture. but not just any picture. it’s a picture i took of trevor and i where he’s kissing my cheek.

“how’d you get that?”

“answer my question first.” his tone raises and i scoff, which throws him for a loop. i wasn’t one to really fight back with my father because i know how awful he can get when angry, but my room is my room.

“no. my room is my privacy. you shouldn’t be in there in the first place.”

“what have i told you about dating?”

“you can’t constantly control every aspect of my life. you’ve done that for the past 20 years and i hate it.”

“then leave.”

“i cant! i have a savings account for college that you won’t let me access. i could be living on fucking campus right now, but noooo, i have to live here with you! you just can’t stand not being in control, can you?” i scoff and grab the picture, heading up to my room.

***

i‘ve locked myself in my room and i’ve been in here just sitting on my bed for the past hour. staring at the ceiling wondering why i have to put up with this everyday. i then hear three taps on my window. i get up and walk over to it, opening my blinds and seeing trevor standing on my little balcony i had. i open the window, looking around frantically. i usher him inside and tell him to be quiet.

“you shouldn’t be here.” he places a hand over his heart and gasps.

“that’s no way to greet your boyfriend.” i sniffle and shake my head.

“seriously, trev. i don’t want something to happen to you.” his demeanor changes and he cups my face with his hands.

“babe, hey, talk to me. what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” he’s looking at me intently and i just shake my head.

“dad found out about you and i.” he pulls me into a hug and cradles me to him.

“it shouldn’t matter what he says, right? he’s a prick and his first marriage didn’t last. so who is he to judge us?” he then pulls apart and wipes away the tears from under my eyes. “listen to what i’m about to say, okay?” i nod

“i don’t care what your dad thinks of me or us. i want you. all of you. the highs and the lows. i’m in it for the long haul. so screw what he thinks. he’s breaking you, baby. and it hurts my heart to see it. you’re this ray of sunshine and i can see you’re slowly starting to dull. for that, i resent him. i love you so much.”

i stare at trevor and wonder what i ever did to deserve him.

“move in with me.” he says and my eyes widen

“won’t that mess with your hockey career?” i sniffle and he quietly laughs and shakes his head.

“you could never mess with me. it’d be more encouragement, actually. because then, i’d have someone to look forward to coming home to. it’s not even a home, actually. not without you.” i smile and he smiles back.

“yeah.” he perks up

“yeah?” i nod and he picks me up, spinning me around. he gently places me back on the ground and gives me a deep kiss. then we pull apart and just stare at one another for a second.

“now, i believe we have some packing to do?”

tags: @goldenbrokenheart @woodruff-edwards @hockeyboysarehot @ajbird2010 @hughesx3 @hannahh01938 @theywantedplayer @k1ttyt3ar

a/n: we could all use a trevor

[drowning-moonlight]

I recently went to my 10-year high school reunion and the emotions I felt are a little indescribable like...

Some of you were my closest friends I've ever had in my life. Some of you were my bullies. One of you was both. Most of you were neither.

The last time I saw many of you was at graduation. The most recently I've seen any of you was 5 years ago at a former classmate's funeral. Yeah I miss her too. Having a seizure in your sleep is a bad way to go... Oh it was actually an accidental suicide? I didn't know that. Can't believe at least 4 people we graduated with have died since then. A brain tumor, breast cancer, a car accident...

There aren't really that many people here... barely 30... Oh, half the class wasn't even invited? Okay. Three of you didn't even actually graduate with us but hey it's alright.

What ever happened to so-and-so? He's in prison? For murder??

Oh you have kids now? Daughters? I remember you saying in sophomore year that you would get an abortion if you were pregnant with a girl because you hated how needy girls were. I hope you've worked on that internalized misogyny.

I remember when you came out as gay in 2010 when we were freshmen. No, none of us were surprised. We all knew since at least the 7th grade. I think you were the first gay person that I ever met. I'm sorry I quoted a Bible verse at you. That was really shitty of me. I don't really even believe in god anymore.

I didn't realize how fucked up it was that the school made us reenact a drunk driving car accident the day before prom to discourage us from drinking. I still have a picture of you in a pink prom dress splattered with fake blood.

You slept with our classmate's brother literally last week?? Why do you feel the need to tell me that he has the biggest dick you've ever seen lol? Why are you telling me this in a restaurant bathroom??

Yes, I remember when we used to smoke pot on the roof of my house. My mom walked in on us one time to tell you that your brother was in the hospital with a ruptured appendix. You shoved the loose weed under my bed and it got all covered in lent and dust. It was raining really bad that day and we forgot the umbrellas in my car like idiots.

I still can’t believe you made us smoke weed out of aluminum soda cans. I literally would have just given you money to buy a real bong if you had asked.

That time your dad called the cops on us for breaking into your house was one of the worst days of my life. Somehow I feel like it was just another Tuesday to you.

I don't miss high school but I do miss our philosophical conversations in art class.

I miss your dog more than I miss you. But I do still miss you.

Oh you think you peaked in high school and that life is down hill after that? Dang, that's depressing. I wouldn't admit that under threat of death. Hope life treats you better from now on.

Remember the Halloween of 2009? Remember the Halloween of 2013? Those were the best times.

I'm sorry I was a bad friend to you. You were a bad friend to me too though. Maybe most people are bad friends at 14.

Sometimes when you wanted to hang out on Saturday nights, I would lie and say my parents wouldn't let me because we had church in the morning but really I just didn't want to miss the new episode of Naruto. Yeah, that show you used to bully me for liking. Remember that sleepover at my house when you took a Sharpie and drew all over the posters on my bedroom walls? That took a long time to forgive you for. I still have those posters shoved in the back of a drawer. I wonder if you regret doing that.

Yeah we should get together for lunch or something sometime. I really do mean that genuinely.

I still think about you all sometimes and I wonder if you ever still think about me.

[torchickentacos]

For those of you who have followed or seen the chronicles of my lost great aunt (surprise 5 hour road trip), here's a recap and some added context.

I heard there was family coming over from another state. This has happened before with no issues. Now, I won't dox myself but I will say I live decently far from this state, about 12 hours.

Enter my Great Aunt. She's a bit eccentric. An oddball old lady. She seemed to have a few issues getting to our state. She got turned around, ended up a couple odd places, but as far as I know she stayed, like, reasonably on-course over the course of a couple days. People were keeping tabs on her but not concerned from what I gathered (which was admittedly not much since there's communication issues lmao, but this story will be way longer if I get into that so let's move on).

And then she got into our state and hit one of the main cities on the third day. All she had to do was stay on the interstate. It was a pretty straight shot. And somehow, she ended up 120 miles off course. Two and a half hours of a drive. In the fucking mountains.

My grandmother had been calling her to see where she was, since she should have been there by now. And let me tell you, the BAFFLED SILENCE when we heard where she was. ("what do you MEAN she's in (area)?") At first, we gave her directions and let her drive more. We called again later to learn she took our directions and ended up MORE OFF COURSE. She ended up SOMEHOW going south (wrong direction, like, entirely) (again). Again, interstate highway, all you have to do is go north. It's not that hard. I don't know how this happened. Cue the concern setting in and my mother deciding it was probably time to take an impromptu road trip to go get her, lest she end up even further off course and driving at night on top of that. So, within the span of ten minutes, I went from chilling with relatives to getting in the car to drive out into the middle of nowhere to find my VERY, VERY LOST GREAT AUNT in a 5 hour long round-trip. The drive was gorgeous, though. It was mountains and wine country almost the whole way through.

I WISH I could post the map of where she ended up. If we're discord mutuals then I'm fine showing you since you already know what state I live in, probably. just dm me because it's SO????? CONFUSING? It's fucking BAFFLING, how far off course she got. ALSO this is the version of the story WITHOUT the intrapersonal drama, conflict, epic highs and lows of having a parent you argued with that morning and suddenly end up in a car for 5 hours with. God. Anyways here's some pictures lol. My phone camera is shitty enough that you shouldn't be able to triangulate my location via street signs lmao, plus I looked over them pretty carefully so there's no identifying stuff. Besides, she was so fucking out of the way that this isn't even an accurate representation of where I live, if one of you is a nosy weirdo who figures it out (please... like, don't though???).

[jungle-angel]

Random Writing Dialogue Prompts (Because this shit’s gettin old)

Yeah I know I haven’t done a masterlist and may or may not in the future, but guys, I really, really miss alot of writer/reader interaction and miss writing for other people. Please, don’t be afraid to send in requests, blurbs, thoughts, anything. Minors are strictly forbidden as is hate-anon. I’m all for constructive criticism, but if it’s hateful, that shit’s getting flushed down the Tumblr crapper faster than ya’ll can blink. Taking requests for Top Gun Maverick (literally any character), Outer Range, Bad Times At The El Royale, Catch 22 (Hulu), Salem’s Lot and Press Play. 

1. “This is one hell of a journey......and it’s only gonna get tougher from here” 

2. “It’s a full moon tonight.....you know what that means” 

3.  “I’m so tired.....” “I know.....but I’m here....just keep going” 

4. “Hey, don’t give me shit, I’ve got naked baby photos of you Mister!” 

5. “So did you two actually do it?? Or are you just yanking my chain?” 

6. “Who the fuck goes to New Mexico and doesn’t bring sunscreen??” 

7. “HELP!!!! THE GHOUL IS LOOSE!!!” 

8. “And you told me this was a stupid idea” 

9. “Alright sweetie, bite down on this piece of wood, the doctor’s gonna pop your shoulder back into place” 

10. “It’s a shitty night and all I wanna do is curl up in our bed and watch Stargate Atlantis” 

11. “What exactly is in this thing....?” “I dunno, but my gram said it’ll clear you out in a few hours”

12. “You’re teaching this shithead how to drive, not me” 

13. “This house is turning into a fucking moneypit, I think we need to call a contractor” 

14. “The picture is moving.....why is the picture moving??” 

15. “You know this happens every time I buy a block of cheese and you end up eating it all” 

16. “I need some help with dinner”

17. “BEST VACATION EVER!!!!” 

18. “We don’t need a kitchen, we can cook that right here on the beach” 

19. “I can’t believe THAT’S what you idiots have been doing in my basement all these years!!!” 

20. “You didn’t just eat those brownies in the back of the fridge, did you??” 

21. “I’m running on less than two hours of sleep and no coffee” 

22. “Just take a breath and tell me what you need” 

23. “Don’t worry sweet pea, it’s just the angels bowling” 

24. “You sure it’s supposed to go like that??” 

25. “You took care of me when I needed it most......now it’s my turn” 

26. “This song reminds me of you.....that’s why it’s important to me” 

27. “I want you to draw me like one of your French girls” (SMUT)

28. “I didn’t know you could draw so well”

29. “Wanna join me at the swim spot?” 

30. “Couldn’t run this place without you” 

31. “I think I’m getting sick again” 

32. “Promise me we’ll find a quiet spot somwhere out west where we can live out our days in peace and quiet together?”

33. “I don’t mind being here, it’s nice and quiet and it’s peaceful too” 

34. “You did so good.....I’m so proud of you” 

35. “C’mon, I don’t need a nurse, I need rest” 

36. “Pretty soon this book collection is gonna be out of control” 

37. “Check out what I got at the tag sale down the street!!!” 

38. “OH MY GOD YOU FOUND A PUPPY!!!!!” 

39. “Think it’s time we trade in this old clunker, I’ve had to fix the engine at least twenty times this year” 

40. “Give me two seconds and I’ll make you a drink” 

41. “I just spent half the morning putting slug repellant in the garden, I want a shower” 

42. “I leave them alone in Home Depot for a half an hour and THIS is the evidence” 

43. “C’mon, you looked like Wile. E Coyote chasing Roadrunner” 

44. “Here, drink some water, you look like a starved plant” 

45. “You really think this is the best way to chop down a dead tree?”

46. “It’s the best hangover cure you’re ever gonna get” 

47. “It’s so hot but I want skin to skin with you” (SMUT)

48. “Keep itching like that and you’ll be red all over” 

49. “Your poor feet have got to be hurting, let me help you” 

50. “I fixed your favorite sweater so you wouldn’t have to” 

[cakepopalice]

Movie Star Levi x Fan Female Reader

I made this one on Wattpad. Like last time I just acknowledgment for being the one to make this. Enjoy!!

This is in modern day AU

(O/B/N) = Older brothers name

(Y/B/N) = Younger brothers name

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Levi pov

“ Tch how many times do we have to retake this stupid scene?” I asked the fuckin director. It was five in the afternoon and at this time I would talk to a girl that I took a firm liking to. “ We're going to stop right here Levi since something is missing.” The director said I did my signature ‘tch’ then walked away to my trailer and I hoped that she was still online. I turned on my computer and logged in to the website and waited for her. It didn’t take long for her to respond.

Why were you late Levi? Did something happen? Tch the stupid director kept making me redo a stupid scene with a stupid girl. Oh….. What’s wrong? It’s nothing I’m just about to leave to go to California to visit family. Tch is that all brat?

 I know that was not the only thing because the director decided to put on a meet and greet for the fans of the shity movie series that will be coming out soon.

Okay I’m also going to the meet and greet. Tch well can I get a pic of you so I know what you look like so I can find you brat.

Levi I already told you. I’m uncomfortable with the way I look.

I rolled my eyes and I was going to tell her what I say all the time to her but then my stupid agent came in and told me to come back. So I told her bye and that I hope to see her. I have been talking to that brat for three years now and I started to have feelings for the brat. `I hope I can see her soon` I thought as I went back to do the stupid scene again.

(Y/N) pov

I can believe it!!!! Not only do I get to see my family after being in college for 6 years and 2 more years with my job I get to see Levi!! I’ve had a crush on him for a long time but every girl would. I met Levi when I was looking for someone to talk to online and saw his profile and started to talk to him. At first I didn’t think that he was Levi the actor until I saw his pictures. We talked a lot but since we live in different places we had to make a schedule. Once I had all my stuff in my car I locked the door and got in the car and started to drive the five hours to California.

~5 hours later~

Finally I’m here in California even though it was what like 6:15 pm it felt like it was eight o’clock at night. I stopped in front of a giant mansion and before I even got out my older brother (O/B/N) opened the door for me exhausted. “ Hey little sis *pant* how was *pant* your ride here?” (O/B/N) asked me and panted like he ran a marathon but I knew it was (Y/B/N) doing. “ It was long but I’m happy I could make it home.” I said to him with a smile. “ You also came back to go to the meet and greet right?” (Y/B/N) asked as behind (O/B/N) causing him to jump and I was glad I was still in the car or he would cling on me to death. “ Stop blocking your sister from coming out of the car and go eat.” I heard my father say with a light chuckle. I got out and went inside and enjoyed the rest of the day with my family and unpacking my car. I can’t wait till the meet and greet!!!!!

(Meet and Greet day)

Levi pov

“Tch how long do we have to be here? I have better things to do.” I said to the director with hate. I just want to go and message (Y/N) and tell her about my shitty day. “ Sorry Levi but it will be two more hours then you can go.” the director said to me. I ‘tch’ then looked into the crowd with my blank expression then all of a sudden my phone buzzed and when I took it out I saw (Y/N) had sent me an image of something so I opened it and saw her picture with two males which I know were her brothers. I looked up from my phone and scanned the crowd for her and when I didn’t see her in the crowd I went to find her. Well until that stupid director told me to stay put because it has only been 35 minutes. Now I am pissed that I can't go and find that brat and ask her to be my girlfriend. I don’t know how long I stood there until I saw a (H/C) in the crowd. I couldn’t wait any longer so I left to go talk to her and I could hear that director yelling at me to come back but I ignored him. Everyone cleared a path for me since they know I hate when people crowded me and you can ask the six fans that crowded me. As I got closer her brothers told her to look behind her and when she did she blushed a little, casting her eyes down to the ground. Once I was right in front of her I tilted her chin up and kissed her. There was a ton of gasps and a few snickering but I didn’t care at all. When we pulled away she was a blushing mess which was cute. “ Hey (Y/N) want to be my girl?” I asked her in a monotone voice I use so much. She blushed and said ‘yes’ in a kind of whisper voice. My smirk grew wider then I pulled her into another kiss.

Soooooo Since this was on Wattpad first I'll write what I put at the bottom and if you like the little name I call the people on Wattpad then I'll start using it here as well. Oh by the way Denis is a fake boyfriend in my other Awful story.

Hey my little cakes!!!! I’m so sorry for not posting anything but school in a pain in the butt!!! I hope you guys like this one my little Cakes!!!!! Bye!!!!

Me: Thanks Levi for bringing my boyfriend here * still hugging Denis*

Levi: Tch whatever brat and nice story *walks away*

Denis: Well then I guess.

Me: That’s Levi for you *kisses Denis’s cheek* Denis: Thanks babe *kisses cheek and smiles goofy*

[sllowshow]

🏡 + camryn my beautiful wife

i think camryn was someone who largely hadn't considered like the timeline of her personal/family life as much as she had her career for a lot of her life. like she knew she'd go to culinary school and the steps she would take to become a respected chef and get to hopefully own her own place one day, but she didn't really have a frame of reference in her life for what her family could look like. after she got serious with austin, i think she knew she wanted to marry him, but even then, she saw it being just them for a while, and maybe way down they line they'd have a couple of kids. but life simply had other plans. i imagine they got married and moved to the city like we've talked about, and their first kid snuck up on them a little. not in a bad way, just wasn't what camryn had imagined, but ultimately was something she got so excited for and embraced because it just clicked and felt so natural to her. like of course she would have as many of austin hanna's babies as he wanted that's the love of her life. and he was going to be such an amazing dad and she loved being pregnant and having a little baby and getting to be someones mama like it just felt so meant to be. i think even after they'd had the first couple, she hadn't expected their family to get so big. but when they moved back to carina (ezra cora and zoe in tow) and she was able to open her own restaurant, it just felt like well why wouldn't we just keep going? it's not to say their life is like picture book perfect but things were working out so well that she kind of just went a if it happens it happens route with it, and that's how you end up with seven kids, but she wouldn't for a minute change a thing. camryn's a very clear communicator, and i think that's part of what makes her relationship with austin what it is (she never made him play little games, always was very upfront like hey i want to get married hey i want to move. and even if it took him time to get on the same page he never had to wonder where she was at) and i think that also has given her like. very special relationships with her kids because she thinks they're all such cool unique individuals and wants to hear from them. she loves facetiming ezra while he's on a hike and getting to see 1/10th of the view he gets because she loves seeing how happy it makes him. she loves having a glass of wine with zoe and gossiping about the people at her job she's literally met maybe once and watching her light up as she tells a story. she loves watching cora grow into her own as a mother, and as much as it drives her crazy she doesn't get to hold bram nearly as much as she wants, she knows cora gets the stubbornness from her and admires that she's sticking to it. she loves going for drives to the thrift mall with maisyn and getting to see the best of austin shine through in her. she loves watching shitty reality tv with rylan and getting to hear his snide little comments. she loves going for walks on the beach with ayla. she loves getting to cook with orla and she makes her realize that the one thing her masterchef planning was missing was her perfect baby daughter to teach all her recipes to so they could live on through her, or even get improved when she comes up with something camryn never would have thought of. like she cannot believe she made these gorgeous gorgeous people but she's so so so glad she did.

[rosiewitchescottage]

What really drives me crazy is when we get an evil, not slightly mean, not 'had a really shitty life and took a wrong turning' kind of villain. I'm talking bad to the bone EVIL.

Bellatrix Lestrange, Maleficent, Cruella De Ville, Snow White's Stepmother. etc.

And some 'bright' spark is trying to somehow condone the way they are.

Are these people for real?! First of all. I want to see women characters who run the full gamut of humanity.

The female saints right up to female SS Officers, or the equivalent extremes from other cultures.

If a character is meant to be evil, then let her be diabolically evil, with no explanation.

I don't need Maleficent to have a back story where some man was mean to her. Shes 'The Mistress of Evil', she's in cahoots with All The Powers of Hell. Am I supposed to believe that she needed an excuse to be this bad? In the cartoon she looms terrifyingly over the story. She's a series of pictures that have been animated and with an actress's voice added on top. But you can feel her power. And I love her for that.

I want to see her get her come uppance at the end, yes. But she's authentic. She's evil and isn't pretending to be anything else.

Bellatrix Lestrange is the same. She's from The Black Dynasty, raised with Pure Blood Supremacy mania and married off to an equally fully magical blooded husband. Love, if it comes, is second to keeping the blood lines pure.

But Bella's heart goes to another, irony of ironies, he happens to be a half blood, not that he's going to admit that to anyone like her.

But he's a super powerful, evil megalomaniac. Not only intent upon getting rid of anyone without magical blood, but wanting to take control of the wizarding world. And he speaks right to whatever she has in place of a heart, from whatever he has in place of a heart.

She's his equal, both in magical power and in the way they both enjoy destruction, killing and causing suffering in others. Yet he's the Master and she's clearly perfectly happy with the arrangement, because he's acquired skills that Hogwarts would never teach and he's delighted to pass them onto so ready and able a student as her.

Will him, she doesn't have to hide an iota of her Hellish tendancies. In fact he encourages them and gives

honestly

[sapphire-sans]

Well, I'm having a really shitty week.

My friend is dating someone I don't approve of, and apparently they've been dating for a while, and no one told me

I've been giving all my friends free therapy so then they don't kill themselves, and this is what they repay me with??

This is what makes me angry, when people I've given love to refuse to give me love back.

Now I'm trying to close off from my friends. I'm not going to text them if they have a problem. If they text me about some shit they have, I'm just going to say "Sorry, the therapist you are trying to reach is no longer responding. Please try a different number"

I honestly do not care if anyone sees this or not, I just want to put it out there.

I did have a great Saturday, though. I went to the Ren Fair and bought a really cool mask that I'm using for cosplay. I'll probably post a picture here. I really enjoyed going to the Ren Fair because it was my first time since I was like, 2 years old. I really enjoyed this one show called the "Madd Hatter's Circus Sideshow." It was really funny, and the kids that were there looked like they were prepared for World War 3! I would've donated over $20 to support and to get the "Gay Agenda," but I'm sadly broke.

On Sunday, I had some serious period cramps and was throwing up a lot. I took a nice bath, and by the end of it, the water looked and smelled like blood. (WHAT YOU GON' DO WHEN THERE'S BLOOD IN THE WATER) I love that song so much.

Now, today. Monday.

I tried hard to ignore my friends and I was able to keep a poker face (most of the time) throughout the day. I listened to music and put both airpods in so I could block out most of what they were saying.

They literally only asked "Are you okay" twice and then stopped talking to me unless I was needed in a conversation again.

Some bitch-ass kid threw a marker and it hit the side of my head.

I ran to the bathroom and started to silently cry.

When I was able to compose myself, I walked back to my friends and they never even asked me "Are you alright." Apparently, they never even noticed that I got hit by the marker.

"I'm having a really shitty day," I huffed.

"Oh really, what happened?" they asked.

"Some kid threw a marker and it hit the side of my head..?"

"Oh, sorry, we didn't see."

I literally shouted "Ow" how could you not notice???

I literally almost ran back to my car to drive away from them. I'm literally on the verge of tears right now.

Every time something funny is said, I have to hold my breath and make a disgusted look so then I don't accidentally burst into tears.

My chest feels really tight right now

But the therapist doesn't always get therapy.

[queenoftsage]

... another thought before I get ready for pseudo-work [I'll explain later... maybe]

Yesterday, as I was doing that pseudo work... It took us to a taco truck park, nearby our area. We ended up taking this particular order all the way out there to the Tiwa reservation. [I was amazed at how beautiful it is... but I'll talk about that later also... maybe...]

So... We went there to pick up the food ... And then like, I saw this very famous food truck, mostly ice cream truck, that weirdly enough, had all its promotional drawings and er.. How can I call them? Uh....

It had all the promotion things and themes and images COVERED up. I really did notice this. I was about to take some photos, but all their drawings and... BRANDING, there you go. BRANDING. All its branding was covered up.

Why? because it featured the Sailor Moon characters, specifically the cats.

I was actually excited to see them there and was going to take pictures, but here's what I think happened. Some of the assholes within the same taco truck trailer park, decided to call them out for copyright, or to rat them out.

How strange is it, that all of a sudden, they're still operating, but all their branding was covered up with boards? ... Like... WHY!?

And you know why I ask WHY? Because there are some ice cream trucks around here with branding that completely breaks that whole copyright shit. And they're still operating and have all that branding on their fucking trucks.

Just cause this particular ice cream [like literal ICE CREAM, their ice cream cones looked DELICIOUS and BEAUTIFUL. I was actually looking to get one, but hadn't been able to. I was gonna keep them in mind, cause maybe this summer would be the summer... but... yeah.]

So yeah... uh... Fuck YOU, to whoever ratted these amazing entrepreneurs out. Ya'll out there driving your fucking shitty ice cream trucks with Sponge Bob and Dora the Explorer on them and not getting shit?

huh.... Fuck that shit.

Or even any of the other food trucks in the same park. Why you all ratting on your fellow entrepreneurs? And if it wasn't any of those, and the ones that ratted this ice cream truck were the customers...

THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!? I wish nothing but the worse on you. Even worse is that you're a fellow EP person.

... Like I said... EVIL, remember?

Whatever the case... That's sad. But, still if I get a chance and can get enough money to do so, I'm gonna go get an ice cream from that particular truck with the boarded up Branding.

Just to support.