#i’m sorry that i’m posting halloween fic in december but i had to get it out of my system

[isildursestrid]

we go together like danny and sandy by jjskiaras on AO3

fandom: julie and the phantoms (2020), pairing: julie molina and luke patterson, rating: teen, word count: 11,166

“No problem.” Luke’s words were easy-going, but he approached her slowly. She jumped when his knuckles unexpectedly grazed the curve of her neck as he pulled the curtain of her curls to the side, doing his best to drape the springy curls over her left shoulder.

“Sorry.” His voice was gravelly as a soft chuckle passed his lips. “I know my fingers are rough, I always seem to misplace my guitar picks.”

“I know.” She pressed her lips together, guilty. She didn’t want to admit how many times she’d picked up his discarded guitar picks from the stage after a performance. “It’s okay.”

Julie shot Luke a shy smile in the mirror which he returned, his lips titling adorably to one side and his eyes shining. She was down so bad.

Or Luke and Julie go to a Halloween party as Danny and Sandy from Grease. And “You’re The One That I Want” makes a special appearance.

[amalgamateofficial]

A Quick(?) Update

Hey, everyone. I never know what to say, and then because of that, day after day passes in silence. I guess I just want to say that yes, I’m still working on chapter 21 of Amalgamate, and also that I’m sorry for the absolutely ridiculous amount of time that’s passed between chapters. I know I’ve been “absent” a lot online, too. Rarely commenting on fics, taking days to respond to DMs, hardly livestreaming…

I’m sure it’s a no-brainer that the kind of person who writes a story like Amalgamate isn’t exactly a “well” person. Those who follow me on social media for my cosplay and art content see such a small, curated snapshot of reality. The smile doesn’t exist until I hit record, and it ends when the video stops. So every day, my followers see videos of me at my “best,” but I film as much as possible on a single day because the next “good” day could be weeks away. Sometimes I worry that the next good day isn’t going to come at all.

The most frustrating thing about it is that I’m well aware of the cycle. Every year, starting in August, the darkness starts to creep in. By September, it takes hold. By the end of October, it’s inescapable. November passes, then December. Last year, December almost ended in the worst way possible, but as cheesy as it sounds, Amalgamate convinced me to turn it around. I thought, “What kind of example am I setting here? How can I let people down like this?” 

So this year, I tried to prepare for the inevitable… and failed. I thought if I could post chapter 21 before the end of August, I could just curl up alone and wait for 2024 to be over. But then everything went to hell and I missed my goal, and when the darkness started to creep in at the edges, I tried to make another goal, and then another, but every single time, I was dragged right back down.

Then a mini cycle started to form within the larger cycle. Every day that goes by in which I don’t post chapter 21, I think the chapter needs to be even better to make up for how long I’ve kept everyone waiting. Then the pressure overwhelms me, and the terrible thoughts creep in, and then the guilt sets in, and then I’m curled up in the corner again with nothing accomplished. DMs are left to fester. Fics I want to read collect dust. I drift away, and I let everyone else drift away, and I sit and stare and wish things could be different. 

I suppose it’s not all doom and gloom though. I tried really hard to work on myself this past month, and I was actually successful in a few ways. I tried to clean myself up, and in some ways, I did a lot better than expected. I’m hoping that means I can turn things around again. I want to finish chapter 21, catch up on all the fics I want to read, start drawing regularly, and be an active participant online instead of just tossing out content in a desperate attempt to keep up appearances.

But it’s such an uphill battle. I feel worse now than I did last year, so I’m trying really hard to cling to that self-awareness and prevent things from going the way they did in 2023. But I know that’s not realistic. Everything in life is worse than before, and I see no evidence that it will improve anytime soon. So that means it’s on me to simply power through it and do the best I can.

So, for the sake of my own sanity, chapter 21 will get finished as soon as possible. I don’t know how much longer I can survive with this awful feeling, and that feeling will go away once the next chapter’s posted. In the meantime, I’ll try not to miss the mark with all my other goals. No matter what, I’m going to finish my Halloween cosplay special for 2024. Last year, I had some funds to help me. This year I don’t because I dropped out of most of my conventions, made a lot less art, and overall just kinda gave up on everything. 

But it’s not too late. I’ll dive into as many dumpsters as I have to in order to make a Halloween cosplay that will hopefully be as good as Mangle. This year, I’m gonna be cosplaying Spamton NEO – which is probably cheating since I’m already a failed content creator past their prime who has no choice but to wear clown makeup and wave their arms at anyone who happens to scroll by.

I never know what to say, so I guess all I can really say is that I’m trying my absolute best. I know my best is often really disappointing, but it really is the best I can manage sometimes. Even when I’m distant, just know that it doesn’t mean I love you all less, or appreciate you all less, or feel any less gratitude. It just means I’m in the dark, and I’m trying to crawl my way back. Which is very tiring. And overwhelming. But I never stop trying. In part because you all mean so much to me. Last year would’ve ended differently if that wasn’t the case.

Anyway, I don’t know what else to say other than thank you all for your continued support. I’ll try to make it all up to you and then some. Maybe this year I can end things on a high note for once. I’ll certainly give it my best shot.

Uuuh… I guess if you do want to see me at my best, though, you can always follow me on TikTok, Instagram, and YouTube. That’s the best version of me in between Amalgamate chapters, and I recently shared a ton of Danganronpa cosplay videos because of Dragon Con. I have a Patreon now too, and even though it’s a ghost town, I’m still posting as much content there as possible. I’ll keep dancing until the stage lights are forcibly shut down. I think that's the best way to guarantee that I can turn this ship around.

[biconickyoshi]

Currently in a long ass line for early voting (PLEASE VOTE IF YOU LIVE IN THE USA BTW, so many of our rights are at stake!!!) and I got a kudos email from ao3 for The Avatar and the Fire Prince… so I went to check and I now have 3,002 kudos??? 🤯😭

I just wanna say thank you so so SO much to everyone who has taken the time to read this fic - I never in my wildest dreams could have imagined that it would ever get this much attention when I first started posting it way back in January 2022. I even gave up posting for several months after the first couple chapters because I wasn’t confident in my ability to write, and was overcritical of myself. But since December 2022, I’ve done my best to keep up with updating TAatFP at least once a month, and I’m proud to say that I’ve been able to keep up with that fairly well for the most part.

TAatFP is a labor of love and truly one of the only things I’ve ever managed to maintain a vested interest in almost 3 years after starting it. I still literally think about this fic every day (even if I don’t always write for it every day, and I’m so glad I do lol.

It’s really funny to me that despite being a superfan of AtLA since 2007, I was not even a Zukaang shipper until late 2021 when I had my epiphany about the ship, and now it has become my top ship above anything else in any other fandom despite not even being canon! I’m SO happy that TAatFP has opened so many people’s eyes to the potential of the ship!

Anywayyyyy I hope you all have a great Halloween! I’m going to be spending the next week playing Dragon Age: The Veilguard (I took off work for it lmao), so I apologize if the next TAatFP chapter is posted later than usual - though I’ve already managed to get a large chunk of it written thankfully, so hopefully it won’t be too much later than usual.

(Also, I’m sorry that I haven’t gotten to responding to comments for the last two chapters for those who have taken the time to leave them - it’s been a busy couple of months, and I really need to just sit down and answer them all in a chunk 😅)

I appreciate all of you so much! ❤️❤️❤️

- KJ

[marvelmaniac715]

Thank you so much for tagging me @weltato and @androgynous-sack-of-flesh-3 (I’m sorry it took me so long to do this 😅).

Name(s): My actual name is Katie, though my sister’s come up with loads of nicknames for me like Koi and Giroon (long story, maybe for a different post) but on Tumblr most people call me Marvel and I love it :)

Pronouns: She/her

Star sign: Gemini, and I swear I’m not two-faced, really

Number of siblings: One, my amazing older sister (she’s about six and a half years older than me and she’s one of my best friends)

Number of pets: I had two dogs a while ago but the older one - Archie - sadly died in his sleep late last year, but I still have my fluffy son Micheal, he’s a chihuahua and he’s the sweetest little boy, he’s around seven now and I love him

Fandoms: Starkid, Marvel, Chucky, Glee and Good Omens

Favourite colour: Since I was little I’ve always gone with these ones - pink, purple and blue (I realised I was bi about two years ago and nearly burst out laughing when I saw the flag because of the irony and accidental foreshadowing - baby me knew, way before she knew she was bi, gotta love her for that)

Favourite song: That changes all the time but currently I’ve been listening to Spice Up Your Life a lot, it really gets me pumped up and ready to take on anything

Favourite author: Neil Gaiman, though I’ll always have a soft spot in my heart for Jacqueline Wilson

Hobbies: Acting, singing, reading and writing fanfiction, binge-watching sitcoms (Friends, Modern Family, How I Met Your Mother, The Good Place and most recently Glee), thinking about my favourite characters and thinking about Greek mythology

Favourite fic type: I really want to say fluff/humour but recently I’ve been loving Dark fics where a character goes evil

Favourite holiday: In December I live and breathe Christmas, and I’ve never been allowed to celebrate Halloween, so there’s your answer 😂

Do you have any partner(s): I have been single since birth - alas I shall have to remain admiring middle-aged celebrities and fictional characters from afar 😂

Fun facts about you: I learnt to read from Horrid Henry books, I can swim 150 metres, I had a disastrous YouTube channel as a kid and I met Prince Harry when I was younger (before Spare, mind you… I shook his hand 😬😳)

Tags: @silvershewolf247 @barclaysangel @feathertru @eggsaladsandwich1

I got bored so here's a little get-to-know-you tag game I think could be fun :3

Name(s)

Pronouns

Star sign

# of siblings & fun facts about them (if you have any)

# of pets & their names

Fandoms

Favorite color

Favorite song

Favorite author (of anything readable-- books, fanfics, zines, webtoons, whatever!)

Hobbies

Favorite fic type

Favorite holiday

Do you have any partner(s)? (romantic, qpp, anything!)

Fun facts about you / anything extra you wanna share!

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Name(s): Loki (highly preferred), Elye

Pronouns : they/them mostly, he/she okay too

Star sign: Pisces

# of siblings: I've got 2! An older sister and a younger sibling. The fun fact about them is that they're also both queer; in fact, my mom is too. The only non-queer person in my immediate family is my dad.

# of pets: 4 cats! Phoebe & Frankie are our girls, Lenny and Murray are our boys :3

Fandoms: MCU (kind of), BSD, OFMD, Ranboo (does his fanbase count as a fandom?)

Fav. color: Don't have one

Fav. song: Aurora Borealis by Lemon Demon

Fav. author: Alice Oseman

Hobbies: singing, acting, drawing, writing, procrastinating

Fav. fic type: Fluff, definitely. I am a sucker for well written coffee-shop and flower-shop aus, too. Smut's fine, but only if it's romantic. I can't do angst if there's no comfort.

Fav. Holiday: Hanukkah or Halloween! I love autumn and winter

Partners?: Yes! I have a girlfriend (queerplatonic) who I love very much, and a boyfriend (romantic) who I love very much :]

Fun facts:

- Even though I'm a cat person, I really, really want a dog.

- I actually used to play sports. Because I don't do gendered leagues anymore, I don't play, but I've been looking for mixed/gender-neutral/queer sports teams. Baseball and basketball specifically!

- I started questioning my identity in 2019; I'm no closer to finding a label now than I was then. The difference is, now I don't want a label. I just am. :]

tags: @neonganymede @cha0ticlesbian @x-chiara @exceleo @brinnybee @autistic-katara @gandalfthemorallygrey @ohboyanotherlokiblog @roachandrenfri @ourflagmeanslokius @exceleo @edettethegreat @swiftlyspidey

[wastefulreverie]

question, as someone who started watching danny phantom about a week and a half ago (binged it all in three days, and ive kinda been wandering the fandom) is there anything thats important i should know? or like, popular headcanons, events and the such? sorry if this is a bother

welcome to the phandom!!

we don’t really accept much of canon as canon, in the sense that Danny Phantom brings a lot of cool concepts to the table but as the show progressed (season three *cough cough*) Butch Hartman just kind of dug himself into a hole!! today he frequents Twitter and YouTube, posting about how “ghosts aren’t dead people, they’re monsters from another dimension!! also by the way what if Danny had a SECRET brother. trust me, I’m a reputable source.” we are not on good terms with Butch. Or Phantom Planet, for that matter.

The phandom is kinda angst central, but it’s not limited to angst. Actually, in recent years we’ve kind of broken away from angst being what fuels the phandom and kinda just vibe to whatever floats our boat. You’ll see a lot of angsty headcanons, but then there’s shitposty headcanons that sort of just evolved from angsty headcanons. Take ghost hunger (sometimes referred to as “ghost vore” ironically)! Back in the headcanon’s infancy, it was primarily angsty. Danny, as a half-ghost, must eat other ghosts and have their ectoplasm in order to survive. Super dark themes there, if you dig into it. However, there’s a lot of less angsty versions of the headcanon floating around where Danny’s just like “haha time to vore ghosts. let’s put this shit on youtube” and that’s that.

Other popular headcanons, which I’m sure you’ve heard of if you’ve been around for a week, are dissection fics. In the show, Danny’s parents mention “ripping him apart molecule by molecule” and Danny’s shown to fear for his life!! On multiple occasions! So, the phandom took that and ran with it and now there’s an entire subgenre of Danny Phantom fanfiction that explores various dissection scenarios. Such as... the classic Danny being dissected by his parents, Danny being dissected by the government, Danny being dissected by Vlad, etc. etc!

Another popular one is less of a headcanon, and more of a phandom-wide adopted OC which is the brainchild of multiple Tumblr users, AKA Wes Weston. Wes Weston is a red-haired, green eyed basketball player that sorta looks like Danny but not. Everyone thinks he looks like Phantom, and this irritates him to no end. He pieces together that Danny Fenton is actually Danny Phantom and tries telling anyone who will listen, except no one will believe him because he’s essentially Dib from Invader Zim. Shenanigans often ensue.

You’ll find that most DP fanfiction is on FFN rather than on AO3. AO3′s DP collection IS growing by the day, but it pales in comparison to the 20,000+ fics on FFN. Most phandom classics are on FFN exclusively, so if you want to get into fics, that is the place to look. Not AO3, as much easier as it is to use.

Generally, the phandom likes to headcanon that Danny appears a lot more ghost like than he does in canon. Such as green tinted skin, fangs, pointy ears. Trans!Danny headcanons are also pretty common. Nobody calls Dark Danny “Dark Danny”, we all call him “Dan.” Also, Valerie is “the Red Huntress” despite not having an official moniker in canon.

Event-wise, we have a few annual events every few months. During May, we have DannyMay (once called PhannieMay). It’s a month long content challenge with a different theme each day. The next big event is Ectober. In the past, there’s been both month-long and week-long calendars for the month of October/the week leading up to Halloween. In December, we have the Christmas True--which is basically a Secret Santa event. Then in April, we have Phic Phight! Basically a writing challenge where authors write each other’s prompts.

I’ve sorta dipped from the phandom in the past year or so, so I could recommend a few blogs but I don’t want to do anyone any injustices by leaving people out! Hope this helped and that I didn’t overwhelm you!! <<33

[anotherhamiltonblog]

Foreign Touch ch 5

Chapter Summary: No summary sorry. I LOVE YOU ALL.

Warnings: Some fluff... then pure angst. I’M SORRY but not really.. BUT I’M SORRY. Character Death. our boys cry. (i cried) UH POV jump. me being a horrible person. oh and can’t forget, cursing as well. 

Word Count: 3k (holy cow.)

Masterlist(:

AN: So i’m posting this now because. 1, i love every single one of you who read this fic and actually enjoy it. and 2, to celebrate the fact I have over 160 followers. Like what? ILYSM THANK YOU. you are all so beautiful and I write for every single one of you.

Previously

Enjoy...

September turned to October, October to November and soon enough it was December.

Things for Y/N couldn’t have been better, sure there was the tension between Alexander and her, seeing as her soulmate was the one person Alex has claimed to be his mortal enemy. Not that he made any comment when Thomas was around, especially around their parents.

It had become a normal accordance for Thomas to have dinner with the Hamilton’s, just like Y/N would have Sunday lunch with the Jefferson’s. Things were going amazingly between the two.

Her group of friends were all happy, Lafayette had found his girl, Adrienne. Or Adri as everyone calls her who was in the Drama club and even Hercules found his soulmate who was from another school but the two met at a Halloween party.

Halloween Y/N had managed to get Thomas to dress up as Aladdin and she went as Jasmine. The two being what john kept muttering as ‘couple goals’ since Alexander went with a nametag with the words “Hello, my name is ‘The person who hates Halloween costumes’ “John, having been the one to write it out since he was annoyed with Alexander.

In the end the night was amazing, ending with a bonfire with the friends all sitting around and relaxing in couples. Even James Maddison came with his girlfriend of one year.

By November, Y/N would wear Thomas’ hoodies and beanies. Claiming that they were a lot warmer than all her jackets and sweatshirts. Not that Thomas was complaining. He was happy to have his girl wear his clothes.

Thanksgiving came and went, Thomas spending the day with Y/N and her family before they went over to his house to spend the evening with his own family. The two thankfully always able to split the time between families. Especially since it was the holiday and they wanted to make sure that it was split equally.

By December, Christmas around the corner. Y/N almost cried at the start of Winter Break. Swamped with homework, college applications were thankfully all sent along with the videos of her Dancing then her playing the violin to the Art Schools, starting with Julliard. Y/N didn’t play for the school, not many even knew she played since it was something she picked up and it just stuck. So, the girl would just play in the basement of her home.

Life was perfect, at least for Y/N. She was happy and things felt like they were finally falling into place.

Date nights were her favorite, the picnics, movies then pizza, the small dinners after games. The two never went to parties, never needed to. They were happy with each other and the company of James or Lafayette every now and again with their girls for double dates.

Groaning, Y/N watched as Lafayette and Thomas were speaking in French. Glancing over at Adrienne, Y/N raised her eyebrow.

“Can you believe these assholes…” she whispered to the gorgeous Brunette who giggled and nodded.

“I say we get their attention…” she winked, and the two girls got up from the table. Not that their boyfriends noticed.

Walking over to the bar, pulling out their fake IDs, the girls managed to flirt their way to getting another cocktail and soon enough two guys came up to them to flirt.

It didn’t take long for Lafayette or Thomas to notice their girls at the bar talking to two strange men. They almost ran over, wrapping an arm around their girl and glared at the men until they backed off.

“Immigrants… we get the job done.” The two said at the same time and fist-bumping. Causing Y/N to give Thomas a ‘what the fuck are you ON?’ look.

“Thomas… you’re AMERICAN.” She laughed before looking at Adrienne who was also giggling.

The two sipped on their drinks. “Maybe next time, you’ll remember we’re at the table as well.” Adrienne teased, even though the two of them knew a bit of French. It still wasn’t enough to follow what those two were talking about.

It was a wonderful night afterwards.

Now with Christmas just a week away, Y/N was out with her parents. The three going to the post office to send the presents to the grandparents. The three laughing and singing Christmas songs, just having a good time. Alexander stayed behind to wrap up the last of his presents, though Y/N knew that John would be over five minutes after they leave the house.

Pulling out her phone from her jacket pocket, Y/N decided to message Thomas to pass the time, only to frown when seeing the battery on low. “shit….” She whispered.

“What was that sweetie?” her mom called from the front, turning her head to look at her daughter.

Catching her dads eye in the rearview mirror, the smirk he sent her way. Y/N knew he heard her and shit bit down on her lip. “Nothing mama…” she shook her head and went back to messaging her boyfriend.

When her phone warned her that there was only two percent left, she said bye to Thomas and turned off the phone screen. Listening to her mom talk about the surgery she did the other night and the teenagers parents in the waiting room.

As her dad went to continue driving, the red light turning green before the car came to a complete stop. Y/N’s head whipped to look out her window at the sound of a loud car honk and she gasped. The headlights of the car shining brightly in her eyes. But she couldn’t do anything, a truck that was making a right turn collided with their car and sending the car skidding and crashing into a bus.

Y/N head hit the window and she passed out right afterwards, screaming being the last thing she heard.

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Alexanders POV:

Sitting around the living room with John, the two watching the Harry Potter marathon on the ABC Holiday Special. They were wrapped up together in the blanket just enjoying the others company without any distractions. It wasn’t till Alexander’s phone rang did he groan and pick it up, seeing it was his grandma.

“Hey, MeMa… everything ok?” he asked the women, sitting up concerned since he could tell his grandma was crying and put the phone on speaker.

“Alex, Corazon. The hospital called me. Your parents and Y/N have been in an accident.” She said in a broken voice. “You need to get there as soon as possible. Pops and I are booking a ticket and are flying out there soon.”

Alexander could barely hear what his grandma was even saying anymore, John who sat up quickly, sent out a text to the group chat and picked up Alexander’s phone, talking to his grandma. Assuring her they would be at the hospital and that they would call them with any news.

John’s POV:

After hanging up, John noticed that Alexander was still in shock, so he rushed to grab their shoes, jackets and hats. The snow started to fall again.

“Come on babe… we need to go.” He said to Alex and coaxed him into putting his shoes on and jacket after getting himself ready first.

Picking up his keys, the two made it out to the car and John started to drive to the hospital.

“I know this isn’t something you want to hear… but you need to message Thomas.” John told his boyfriend, those words causing Alex to snap out of it.

“Why the FUCK would I do that? I need to focus on the fact that my SISTER and my PARENTS are in the hospital!” He almost yelled and John just remained calm.

Taking a deep breath as he stopped at a red light. John turned to look at Alex. “He’s her soulmate babe… he needs to know. I know you don’t like him, that’s fine. But he loves your sister. He deserves to know and to be there.”

Seeing that the words were sinking into Alexanders brain, John turned his head forward again and drove a few seconds after the light turned green.

Upon arriving at the hospital, John held Alexanders hand the whole time and watched as the man messaged Thomas. Rolling his eyes with a sad smile at the contact name. ‘Jeffershit’

Once the messages were sent and they were told where to go, being told to wait for a doctor to come out to speak with them. John held Alex in his arms as they waited.

Thomas’ POV:

Forty-five minutes, that’s how long he had been waiting for Y/N to message him to go do the neighborhood tour of the house lights. He knew she was serious about it; he just didn’t know why it was taking so long to call him. Not that he was worried, Thomas was sure that Y/N was probably eating out with her parents or something.

Though he couldn’t help but feel a weird ache in his chest, but shrugging it off, he grinned at the small ‘ping’ coming from his phone. Indicating he had a message.

“Fucking finally babyg...” but he stopped muttering to himself when he saw it was Alexander. Seeing the messages, Thomas felt like all the air from his lungs left and he couldn’t breathe.

Jumping up from his bed and rushing to pull his sneakers, coat, gloves and hat. Thomas rushed from his room.

“Son, where’s the fire?” his dad chuckled from the living room, seeing his son in a hurry. But the laughter died when he saw Thomas close to tears. “Thomas? What happened?”

“I… I don’t know. She was just talking to me… now she’s in the hospital.” He said and looked from his mom to his dad and the two quickly got ready as well. Knowing that Alexander would be alone in the hospital waiting room.

“Give us a few minutes, we’ll go with you.” His mom said softly and pressed a kiss to his head and went to put on proper clothes.

Soon the Jefferson’s left their house and made it to the hospital in under 20 minutes due to the roads being fairly empty.

Once at the hospital, Thomas already knowing where to go thanks to John Laurens who messaged him where they were. They arrived and saw the waiting room already filled.

Lafayette with Adrienne and his uncle and aunt. George and Martha Washington. Hercules with his girl Meg, Alexander with John and when they saw Thomas, Lafayette was the first one to reach the boy. Who hadn’t been able to cry properly. His mind racing with what could have happened.

After an hour, a doctor appeared. Everyone waiting holding a cup of coffee thanks to Peter and Jane Jefferson who bought it for all the teenagers.

Alexander was the first one to jump up with John. Thomas wanted to go over and see. But he overheard that they were talking about Alexanders parents. An ache in his chest hearing the words ‘We did everything we could… I’m sorry son.’

“I’m not your… What about… Y/N? How is she?”

At that question, Thomas sat up and watched the doctor.

“She’s still in surgery. As soon as I know more. I’ll come talk to you all.” With that, doctor paid his apologies once more and left. His pager going off and he rushed.

That’s when Thomas felt it, the ache on his neck. Grabbing his phone and using the camera, he gasped. Catching everyone’s attention.

That’s when they all saw it. The mark on his neck, a small almost dainty handprint. But as quickly as it appeared, it was gone.

“What? Did she… did she die for a minute there? Is that what happened?” he asked standing up now panicking. Breaths were uneven and Thomas felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest. He couldn’t stand still. He couldn’t cry. He could only worry about the women he loves.

“I- I can’t lose her. I need her… fuck. She could have done so much better than me. Yet I was blessed to have her as my soulmate… I can’t fucking lose her.” He said and hung his head, squeezing his eyes shut. His shoulders starting to shake and that’s when arms wrapped around him.

Realizing it was Alexander, the two men hugged and cried as they waited news on the girl who was hanging on to her life.

After another hour, another doctor came back over to them. “Any relatives of a Y/N Hamilton?” she asked and looked over everyone. A. Schuyler written on the white coat and Both Alex and Thomas stood up.

She raised an eye at Thomas, only to nod when Alexander explained that the man was Y/N’s soulmate.

“So, I’m guessing you felt that she flatlined. I’m sorry about that.” And with that Thomas went to listen about what was wrong with his girl. “She hit her head against the car window pretty badly, she has stiches on the side of her head, that area is shaved. Her neck is in a brace, nothing broken. Simply cause she suffered whiplash and the brace Is to prevent her from moving her neck and letting it heal.” She sighed. “Her leg, that was broken pretty badly. Practically crushed from being stuck. We were able to put the bone back in place and there are some screws... She’s gonna need treatment once the cast comes off. To help her use her leg again. I hope she wasn’t a dancer. Because, it’s likely she won’t be able to put too much force on it.

“Now… the reason she flatlined was because of a broken rib that caused her to have some trouble breathing. But we got her back and she’s being transferred to the ICU now.” With a sigh, she looked between the two. “Once there, visitors will only be one at a time. Then everyone goes home and returns tomorrow. We can’t have anyone here. We need to keep a close eye on her to make absolute sure we didn’t miss anything.” With that, the doctor informed them she’ll come get them when Y/N was in her room.

Thomas felt like he was going to pass out. How could this even happen? Now Y/N and Alexander were orphans. God, how were they going to tell Y/N about her parents when she wakes up?

Walking away from everyone quickly, Thomas went outside and leaned against the brick wall of the hospital.

With eyes closed, he tried to control his breathing. Which Thomas found to be very difficult to do.

“Thomas?” a soft voice came from beside him and he turned to see John there. “Deep breaths… we don’t want to put you in a room from passing out before seeing Y/N now do we?” the freckled face man smiled sadly.

“How could this happen?” Thomas asked quietly. Almost not hearing his own voice. “We were talking about… about seeing those stupid Christmas lights in the neighborhoods ya’know?” he scoffed. “I wanted to say no, cause we’ve seen them three times before. But I could never say no to her. What Y/N wants; she gets.” He looked down at his hands. Reaching into his jacket pocket, he showed John the small silver ring with a double hearts.

“Was gonna give this to her, promise ring that once we finish college, that we’ll get married and have the perfect life together.” He sniffled. “Now she can’t dance anymore… she’s going to be so broken.”

John looked at the ring in shock. Only to frown and pat Thomas’ shoulder. “If she’s broken, you need to be her rock. She’s gonna need you more than ever now Thomas. She’s gonna mess a LOT of school, physical therapy, no more cheerleading. No more tutoring…” sighing, John frowned. “She… they lost their parents. You gotta be strong, but don’t shut down on your emotions. Ok?” he said and looked over to the door.

Thomas also looking up at someone clearing their throat. “We can go to her room now.” Hercules said to the two and the three men made their way back inside and everyone quietly walked down the corridors to the area where Y/N was laying in the bed in a coma induced sleep. Just so she could recover a little easier.

One by one, Thomas lets the boys go first. It was only right, they knew Y/N for years. He could wait to see her a little.

By the time it was his turn, Alexander stopped him. “There’s… lots of machines. Beeping, tubes attached to her… Her leg… I covered it up with a blanket.” His voice broke and Thomas nodded. “Just thought I’d warn you.”

With that, Thomas walked into Y/N hospital room and he felt like the floor disappeared from beneath him. Seeing Y/N in the bed attached to machines, hell. Alexander tried to warn him and still it was like he was punched in the gut.

Walking over to a chair, he sat down and softly grabbed onto her hand. Behind careful with the needle taped to the back of her hand. Small cuts covered her body, the stiches and small part of the side of her head that was shaved. Her left leg was held up but covered like Alexander promised. The hand without the needle was wrapped in a bandage.

Thomas felt like his throat closed up and he squeezed his eyes shut.

“I can’t lose you sweetheart… I’ll be with you with each step of the way. Ok? No matter what. I’m with you. I love you babygirl.”

Kissing her forehead, Thomas left the room after the nurse informed him his time was up. With a promise to visit Y/N every day. Thomas left, giving the guys a ‘bro hug’ they all parted ways.

Alexander going home with John so he wouldn’t be alone, at least until his grandparents arrived to help with funeral arrangements. Parting ways, everyone left the hospital with heavy hearts.

                                                                                                    Next Chapter

*goes into hiding, shouts from under the bed* please tell me if there are any mistakes! This was a rollercoaster to write. omg.

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[seijch]

ANNOUNCEMENT: NOT A HELLO, BUT NOT A GOODBYE EITHER

omg hi ... im like . ashamed to come back after saying brief hiatus in october and then disappearing off the face of the earth til FEBRUARY but under the cut i will be explaining myself and the following, if youre interested (and a tl;dr at the very bottom if you don’t wanna scroll thru this obnoxiously long post):

the reason(s) i was gone for so long

what i was doing during that time (its just a personal account yall can scroll past this idrc)

the status of those um . halloween requests

the future of this account

i. so . Hiatus .

i know. i know . i probably mentioned it when i made the announcement post, but my mental health likes to go on one of those rides. yknow the ones where you go like up rlly fast then down maybe and then up then DOWN .... its like that. i needed a break and every time i wanted to come back or thought about it, something would happen and i would get stuck in my own head.

a big reason for getting stuck in my head was (and i hate to admit this ... i hate to admit that i have Insecurities On The Internet) my feelings of inadequacy regarding my writing. i love to plot fics, i love concepts and characters and making little headcanons but i dont ... know if i love writing rn. and i thought for the longest time that like . whatever ill just push thru it its fine ill be fine but it kinda wasnt lmao you can kinda see it in my halloween reqs and what become of them when i get to that but i began to feel like nothing i had put out or would put out would hold up prose wise (and normally i dont feel like this im much more “idc its my life im living it” but thats not a rant for tumblr LMAO). i still feel like that -- like im better as a reader than a writer. but . You Know :-)

tl;dr: mental state go brrrrr

ii. anywhere here’s wonderwall

when i left, i was in a steadily decreasing mental and emotional state, made worse by a situation at work that really was a case of petty jealousy on my end and rlly isnt very consequential now despite how much pain and resentment it gave me when it Was a problem so i wont get into it. the tl;dr of november and december was me using work as an crutch and distraction -- i know my job, i do it well, it helped me not think about my responsibilities and obligations and inadequacies. of course, as the holiday season grew busier n busier i was scheduled so often that i moved 88 or so miles (according to my apple watch, which i ONLY wear at work since im never anywhere else outside my house) and fell into a cycle of showering n sleeping at my house before going back the next day. (theres definitely something to be said abt capitalism and “grind culture” here but once again its not the time or place snsjkdfds)

at the turn of the new year, i happened to remember a birthday card i hadnt filed away for safekeeping from a friend of mine that id been horribly out of touch with til that point. i started crying because i realized how out of touch id been in general up until that point. the month of january was great for me: i was focused, happy, and in a much better place than i had been before. the end of it brought me down focus wise and im hoping that enough time away from my distractions will refocus me bc i ... need it LMAO and though ive burned out from that level of productivity and gotten distracted again im ... trying to stay positive which i think is the most i can do 😁👍🏼

media wise, i got real into stardew valley (but burned out bc i played it extensively as a way to wind down after work), the pokemon platinum romhack renegade platinum (still havent finished it bc of school n i played it w the intent to see if i could nuzlocke it ... bitch its so hard but its so fun bc of it), briefly assassins creed: odyssey (im one of those ppl who completes an entire region before i move to the next so you can tell i burned out of that one + wouldnt have the time to properly devote to it even if i didnt), got back into genshin impact after pulling for xiao (after not touching it for like . months), and danganronpa. yes . danganronpa 😐 i Know. i stopped playing it after the second trial of the first game bc i was so hurt by the outcome and picked it up in late january only to get sucked in (thank god i had the foresight to buy the second and third games during the steam winter sale). rn im at the start of chapter 4 if anyone wants to come in my asks and um . talk to me abt danganronpa

tl;dr: I’m Into Danganronpa Now

iii. you realize halloween was three months ago right

i mentioned this in the first section, but i love to plot things. every request is plotted or at least has a solid foundation. i had fun detailing what concept i wanted to go with considering what i was given, and there were some bangers i might touch up in the future. but heres whats going to happen to the requests themselves:

there are two finished requests. one will be posted tomorrow and the other will be touched up (just bc i finished it doesnt mean its good 🧍‍♂️) and scheduled for next saturday. as for the ones i never got around to ...

i will not be finishing those requests. i hate to be That Person, but i feel like we all expected this 🧍‍♂️ what i will do is post all of my notes for each request in batches -- requests that have an @ to go with them will be mentioned in the post proper, but anon asks will be pictured. (there are some asks that came from blogs who are now deactivated but i wrote down all the prompts and remember most of those askers so ill cross that bridge when i get there) there will most likely be an excerpt or two simply bc i think i mightve written a few plot points or interactions in the form of bullet points. i rlly am sorry about doing this but i remember looking at my notion doc with all the prompts and feeling ... like i wasnt measuring up n it wasnt just to myself or to some intangible concept of “other” id constructed but it was instead to those who requested n actually WANTED to see and hear and read my writing and i ...... im gonna admit thats another big reason i avoided this site.

regardless, youll definitely get what i have (and likely more than just my bullet points and illegible handwriting).

tl;dr: im sorry. what i have in terms of plot, concept, and interaction for every request will be posted, but i cant say ill ever complete them and mean it.

iv. so what now?

well i mean . im not entirely sure how sold i am on haikyuu in the content creation department (as a creator n to a lesser extent, as a consumer). as mentioned previously, its no longer my primary focus. it doesnt mean im not into haikyuu anymore; i have a lot of love for those boys but i cant rlly say im even caught up w recent fandom activity and also havent even finished s4 pt2 LMAO thats on my to do list

and despite all that, i still want to share my plots n concepts and snippets and maybe even fics. it wont happen anytime soon. it might not even happen. but i mean . its better than me saying i wont write ever again shjdkfs but either way ill probably use this blog as a personal blog w the occasional ask game for dialogue prompts (those are always so fun i love making up aus to fit like . the most mundane prompts)

as for my works (past and any potential future), ive opened an ao3 acc here n ill be editing n possibly expanding on my old works to post there. tumblr, to me, is The x reader hub, but i figure more x reader fics on ao3 is never a bad thing.

ill be deleting/posting drafted posts to the queue since they were all meant to be queued anyway as well as (sorry again 🧍‍♂️) deleting or answering asks in the inbox. (moots if you get a notif from me saying i rbed your post from months ago ... mind your business) im very hard to get ahold of and its ... a problem. expect an overhaul of the nav n shit to reflect my new direction n also because i feel like i cant tell if my passion for carrd is shared by the majority HSDKLFS maybe its better to read my info in a normal post ykwim .......

and of course . if youve read all this n decided im no longer worth the follow, i sure as hell cant stop you. thank you for wanting to, at some point, hear what i have to say -- it means more than you think.

tl;dr: writing will be edited and reposted to ao3, this blog will be a personal blog with a hint of writing (sometimes)

the tl;dr to end all tl;drs:

im back! i wont be as active as i used to due to a lessened interest in haikyuu in general, but i have an ao3 acc now where all my past work will be edited, possibly expanded, and reposted. any future work will also find itself there. my halloween requests will be posted in batches as incomplete concepts, plots, and snippets of scenes; i wont be promising to finish any of them.

there are still fic concepts im attached to and want to finish, but i cant promise any more writing on my end. this blog will be a personal blog with maybe writing, not a writing blog with my personal thoughts all over it.

regardless if you stick around or not, its been crazy sexy cool (equal emphasis) being on haikyuu tumblr even tho i wasnt around for long ... even tho its not my main focus anymore, im still excited to see what the future might hold 🤝

love, ari 💌

[phantom-curve]

fic updates!

- did I shatter you? is fully finished with the epilogue posted in case anyone missed that! it’s also on AO3. I most likely will not revisit this universe unless I feel particularly inspired or get a request to do so. that fic felt really raw and special to me and I’m so humbled by your love for it. thank you for loving it as much as I did.

- find the strength, find the melody will be finished. Luke’s POV is already half written. Julie has 3-4 chapters left. 6 at the absolute max. I do not have a timeline for when updates will be posted. december is a bad mental health month for me and there is inevitably a mountain of shit to get through for our family during holidays. I earn like 80% of my wife stripes in the time between Halloween and New Year’s. I promise I’m still writing and working on this, I just need breaks sometimes.

- I really wanna start a Flarrie fic with tie-ins to gold rush and ‘tis the damn season by taylor swift. I’ve never written for non-canon ships but I have this idea that won’t leave my brain. I think I might post it on AO3 first, but it will eventually end up here too. 

- Reggie is probably getting a spin-off strength/melody fic with a Kayla pairing because Luke gave me that in his POV and then I had an epiphany that last young renegades is his all time low album. someone’s gotta take advantage of the drugs&candy title and I have volunteered as tribute. that will probably be my last JATP fic outside of one-shots/drabbles/requests until I finish my OC novel. unfortunately fanfics will not pay my bills so I gotta actually work on the thing that will. 

- connected to that last bulletin: I absolutely will write fic requests! please don’t be shy about sending in prompts or requests, I would actually really love to do that! it would be a nice break from tapping into my own creative well. my only caveat is that I don’t write xReader fics or RPF.

that’s the update! sorry for the word dump, but I haven’t been very active lately and wanted to keep you all informed. I haven’t said this before, but I’ve quite literally been locked down inside of my house since the second week of March due to being high risk and this fandom/all of you lovely people have been a godsend during what has been the hardest part of my quarantine. thanks for being here with me. I love y'all.  

[writefightandflightclub]

What am I up to? (Luna’s autumn/winter update) 🍁

Ok, now that I’ve posted the monster Duke Leto fic and got it out of my system, I wanted to give a bit of an update on what I’ll be concentrating on in the immediate future and through autumn/winter.

Reading my TBR list of fics as I’ve not had time to read and reblog your content while doing so much writing! (I have 25 things I’ve been tagged in to catch-up on and I’m sure that list will grow soon so I’m very excited!)

Updating my masterlist, which is a little out of date now.

I am pausing requests, and, I’m really sorry, some leftover asks from soft blurb week (and some from earlier that have been sat in my inbox for a while) may go unanswered. I promise I answer/ed as many as I physically could but I think I have to draw a line now and start fresh, otherwise I will start to stress myself out trying to get through more than I can manage and feeling like I’m leaving loose ends all over the place! A few things you’ve asked for might appear anyway in future as they’re half done in my drafts, but if your ask goes unanswered or I don’t respond I’m really sorry and it’s in no way personal. My ask box is always open though! Come at me! ☺️ I do my best to get back to you on as much as I can.

I have some one-shots coming up for Poe and Nathan, and some other blurbs on the horizon, but for the most part I’d like to focus on developing (old and new) series and maybe some events and bigger bits of writing during autumn/winter. (Trying to teach myself a bit of patience!)

I NEED to finish my FO!Poe series Violent Delights as I’m sick of promising this and not delivering! It’s also begging to be wrapped up. I also want to progress Two Steps Back. As well, I have loosely sketched series for Nathan and Ezra which may materialise down the line. I want to have a go at finishing the whole thing before posting, if I can exercise some self-control for once.

Also (possibly) working on a Nathan horror story for a halloween event and (definitely) a regency!Poe AU with pegging for Regency Femdom week 👀 Deadlines don’t work well with my anxious brain though, so we’ll see if that happens.

I might do a smut event in November! Similar to soft blurb week but with more prompts / fun stuff, and a format that makes it more manageable for me to complete and to ensure I’m not leaving things unfulfilled. If I can pull it off, I have some very exciting Nathan + Blue ides I might publish that week too.

When Dune comes out clearly I’m going to lose my shit so just be prepared for that in December.

I want to do some more art! It relaxes me, and you were kind about my other art even though I’m still learning 🙏

Aside from this I have like 30 half-complete things in my drafts and a list of about 50 vague ideas so who knows, I may contradict everything I’ve written above any surprise you with... Everything Not What I’ve Just Said. (I am excited about some of these too, but I won’t give too much away!)

I can’t stop writing (seriously, sometimes I worry- I’ve been in a bit of a frenzy) so whatever happens, I will have Things For You and I hope you like them when they arrive! Thank you as always for your support! 🧡

As always, writing is an art not a science, and so let’s see where it goes! I thank you for sticking around and joining me for the journey, and for being patient with me!

Luna out!

🌑

Xx

[tahitianmangoes]

Ok ok, be ready for this long ask!😆

March, June, september ,tomorrow, today, fortnight, tuesday, wednesday, friday, saturday and december for ask game!

I'm sorry it's too long😅😅

Love you!!💕💗💕

march: do you listen to music whilst writing? Yes ^^ I usually listen to lofi or classical music 

june: have you ever written and/or posted a marriage fic? Ummm, not for red dead fandom. It’s not really my style tbh!

september: share a comment or review which still warms your heart? “I binge read this in two days and it genuinely pained me when I realized there wasn’t more after this chapter. You do such a wonderful job of exploring the pain and confusion Arthur feels, and the complex nature of his relationship with Dutch. This fits a lot of my headcannons and the personal nature of your writing hits close to home for myself as well, making it even more impactful and effective from a narrative standpoint.The part with the ghost of Lyle gave me chills. Dutch acknowledging the small part of him that’s been telling him this is wrong since the beginning had me on the edge of my seat. Should you choose to continue this, i look forward to consuming it with the same voracious need I have the last 10 chapters. Thank you again for your incredible writing and emotional contribution to the Red Dead fandom 💕“

tomorrow: favourite ways to write fluff? Hmm. I don’t really write fluff, I’m not a massive fan of it. 

today: have you made any progress in any wips today? Yes! I’m working on a 5 chapter fic that I hope to start posting soon T^T I’m on chapter 5 right now.

fortnight: what wip do you plan on posting next, if at all? I haven’t really decided. I do have a Morbell that needs updating though...

tuesday: name a fic you have posted which you think is overrated? Lol! Idk if “overrated” is a word I’d use but I was surprised that We all like a bad boy, don’t we?  was as popular as it was because I didn’t think it was that good.

wednesday: name a fic which you have posted which you think is underrated? Ooh! Idk about underrated!! Maybe The beast in me which was a Halloween werewolf fic I wrote ^^;;

friday: most self-indulgent fic you have ever posted? Probably a Dutch x Arthur x Reader I wrote a while back. Or anything to do with my oc Clementine.

saturday: what gets you excited whilst writing? When the words I write match the scene I’ve got in my head perfectly!

december: have you ever gifted a fic to someone? I don’t think I’ve gifted one to anyone. I’ve written fics for people for giveaways/competitions though!

Lool! Thank you! That was fun! 💖

[thatanimenerd101]

Story time...…..

Now I know I said I would take a break but, Welcome to story time. Today topic will be..... my first love. (I was super naive so bear with me.) Get your snack and get comfortable. FYI my real name is not Kayla, it’s my main OC’s name and the name I use at the coffee shop. My real name is not common. Now this is a personal post and this is NOT edited, so WELCOME TO CRINGE TOWN!

Okay so these are the roles of the people in the story. I have changed their names so that if they find this, I can laugh my ass off. By the way if you see this, the person that fucked the way of how I see love, oh hello. I’m about to tell the world of how much of a dick you are.....😈 you’ll find out soon.

Boy I fell in love with: we are gonna call him Don (sorry if your name is Don)

My best friend: Miko

Don’s best friend: Matt, oh this one I wanna slap across the face.

Now, everything I am about to tell you did happen to me and my one friend was ready to beat the shit outta Don.

Now this happened in my second year of high school, I was the mom friend of the group, I was the friend you would go to for advise and someone to talk too. But before we get into the TEA of the story quick flashback to Halloween before all this happened. Well not really a flashback but it is how everything started. Sort of.

Miko invited me to a Halloween party her church was having. So I thought sure, I've been working hard in school so why not? She told me she was inviting an old friend from grammar school, she told me his name was Don. I was like okay cool, maybe him and I could become good friends. So when I first met him he was a good guy, now Miko is almost two years younger than me so she was still in middle school at the same, same with Don. All three of us had fun, hell Miko even dragged me into a haunted house. I hate those things, I almost punched one of the people inside. So at the end of the party Miko’s mom drove us all home, Miko and I said by to Don. I though that was the last I would hear from him. 

Over the next few months Miko and Don would text back and forth. I thought nothing of it, all I thought was they haven't talked much in years so what could go wrong? That was until he sent a nude photo of himself, because he thought it was cool. When Miko told me about this, I was grossed out. I told her to tell him off and that photo was uncalled. Don said he was sorry and that he was not thinking. Miko forgave him and they continued being friends

Time went on, the end of the school year was coming up it was the end of April, two months before final exams. I was in my room scrolling threw Netflix when my phone dinged. 

New message request from Don Smith. 

“Hey, is this Miko’s best friend?”

At the time I did not think anything of it 

“Yeah, that's me. What do you want?”

“Woah, I just wanted to chat with you. Is this not a good time?”

“Now is okay, I just did not expect you to message me out of the blue.”

For the next hour we did some small talk, I don't really care for small talk unless I want to get to know the other person. He told me he played football and that he broke up with his girlfriend. Then he made a comment of how I looked like her. I saw a picture of her and yeah I did look like her. All threw the rest of April and May we texted all the time,  we even video chatted a lot. But the second week of May he told me he liked me and he wanted me to be his girlfriend. I told him that I was not interested in dating at all. Plus we did not know each other for long. I thought and still think that relationships are a serious thing and not something to play around with. He would still flirt with me, a lot but I would just push it off. I never had someone flirt with me before, yes I have been cat called before. But it made me think maybe I do like him?

I talked it over with Miko and she said that it was okay. But she told me not to let a boy get in the way of our friendship. 

One day he stopped talking to me, I thought something bad happen because he told me he was really depressed. So I blew up his phone with texts. 

I did not hear anything from him for a week, I told Miko and she told me that Don had been texting her non-stop for the past week for no reason. He kept asking her for nudes and to video chat. She showed me her phone we decided something. 

I video called him and he picked up. 

The look on his face once he say Miko with her phone. She screamed at him and I was crying a lot. I never been in love before so yeah. Anyways this sounds like something out of a movie, that’s because it was. 

Now I wont go into too much detail but I made him feel guilty because he had heard me crying. Now I don't cry much unless something is wrong. 

Matt, Don’s best friend would hit on me as well which let the two getting into fights. He would call me “Babe” or “Baby” I did not like being called that so I stopped talking to them. Now Don and Matt went to different school from Miko and I. 

One day I had enough of Don talking to me one day and then not bothering to say two words to me for weeks. My friends told me this is not how love works or how a friendship works. 

I sent him a long message telling him of how I did not like being treated like I was nothing to him. He only called me when he was sad. All he liked about me was my body. Now I never gave him any chances to see my body at all. I had and still struggle with body-image. He blocked me and I thought it was over. 

I was heart broken because this was the first person outside of my family those three words. I love you. He never said it back, he would just say “me too “ or “You too cutie” 

He tried to get me to talk to him over the summer I would just leave him on read or tell him to go talk to a wall. In August he stopped all commination and I blocked him on everything Facebook, etc.  

I was slowly healing from him. He used my feelings just so that he could get inside my head and mess with me. I was the girl he would use to talk too if he was sad. But when I needed him, he would leave me on read and say that he did not have time to deal with me. 

It was the next school year, a new start. I was still heartbroken but my friends stayed by my side. 

They even planed to go to his house with a bat, TP and shaving cream. They told me they would kick his ass while I waited in the car eating a gallon of ice cream while I laughed. Now my friends are very protective of me, I am the sweet one. 

One night well I was giving my rabbit a bath I got a message on my smartwatch saying that an unknown number sent me a photo. I thought nothing of it because I just though one of my friends I'm not very close with  sent me a meme or something like that. A lot of people had my number because I had done a lot of group projects and I would have to give my number out. So I finished giving Junior a bath and opened the text. 

The text was a picture of a note. The gist of it was that Don was sorry and that he did not know what he was doing. He said that he should've never let me go because he loved me. 

Oh god, I never screenshotted something so fast in my life, I made a group chat with five of my close friends. One of my friends mom was all ready to call his mother and have a “Nice talk” But I did what I thought was right in my heart. 

I called him a child for waiting six months to apologies. I also gave him 24 to call me and leave a voicemail of him actually saying what he wrote in that awful love note. I could barley read the note and it was poorly written. He was a freshmen in high school and I was about to take an SAT. Which I was supposed to take in the spring. This was in December, he waited six months. I cried when I read that note because of what he put me through. I thought I blocked him on everything but not my regular texting app, I forgot I had his number in the first place.

He changed the way I look at love. He was a toxic person and no one should tell you when its okay to speak. But here's something he did not like about me. Now this happened to me when I was 15, he was 14. Don't ever let someone boss you around and use you. I’ve grown a lot since my second year of high school.

But now I am happy to say that I am happy and that I will wait for something who loves and cares for me. Now anyone who does not treat me like Kirishima, or Hawks, they can leave. I don't need m heart to be broken like glass, my friends and I have been gluing the broken pieces for a while. I’m still healing, but now I know what is okay and what is not. I am unsure of when I will find love, all I can do is hope. Who knows, maybe my future love will read this. Who knows? I sure wont know.  I don't know what will happen in the future, but all I can say is BRING IT ON! But before I end this post I just want to say,

LOVE IS LOVE! NO MATTER THE GENDER OR SEXUALITY! I support the LGBTQ+ community with my heart and soul. I don't care if your a girl, boy, non-binary, genderfluid, or anything else. As long as your nice to me, I will be nice to you back. I have not been on Tumblr long but I have made some friends on here. It’s really fun reading other peoples writings and chatting with them.

I hope that during tough times that we all can stay safe and sound. I also did not post this for the oh I'm sorry of what you went threw, it is for me to share what I went through. Maybe it will help someone else. Let me know if you want me to do more story times.

I will start working on a something new soon! I did make a promise to someone that I would write something just for them, but all I can tell you is that it will be fluff and cuteness. If you are the person I made that promise too, then HI! I hope the fic I will write makes your heart melt...….

[writersrealmbts]

2019 Reflection

2019 was quite the year and I want to let you all know that I appreciate every single one of you for spending the year with me. It was sort of a rough year for me in many different ways, and this new year is going to bring a lot of changes for me personally. 

So, let’s look back on some of the things that happened here!

January

While January saw the stress of a new semester of college, and the hard-drive on my computer dying, it also saw the publishing of 6 stories/story parts:

“Pretty Paper, Pretty Ribbon”, Shattered Pieces series, Jan 3rd

A Natural: Part 1, Jan 10th

Protect Them: Part 4, Jan 15th

Pack Trials: Namjoon, Jan 19th

Arms, Jan 22nd

Protect Them: Part 5, Jan 27th

February

February started with the second part of A Natural, the completion of the Protect Them Series and had 7 stories/story parts published:

A Natural: Part 2, Feb 6th

Protect Them: Part 6, Feb 9th

Safe with Me: Love for Eternity, Feb 14th

Protect Them: Part 7, Feb 20th

Protect Them: Part 8, Feb 23rd

Protect Them: Part 9, Feb 24th

Protect Them: Part 10, Feb 27th

We also had fun with #screamingschoolanon and @im-captain-of-this-ship​ (how are you?), also the appearance of @kpopgirlbtssvt (whom I love, hello dearest)

March

March saw the renovation of my masterlist (what a journey) and revamping of my blog to the current theme, as well as the publication of four stories/story parts:

Hope’s Joy, Mar 2nd

Shattered Pieces: Feverish, Mar 9th

Joining His Pack: Secure, Mar 15th

Big Changes, Little Life: A Little Behind, Mar 20th

April

April had three stories/parts:

Alternate Reality Nightmares: Dinner with Doubles, Apr 2nd

Fluffy Tails: Home, April 12th

Train Tracks: Part 1, Apr 28th

May

The start of my summer out of school! Thank God, also my 24th birthday, and the 1,500 followers milestone! I published 5 things in May:

Train Tracks: Part 2, May 6th

Train Tracks: Route 1, May 16th

Train Tracks: Route 2, May 16th

Off the Walls: Monkey See, Monkey Do; May 23rd

Pounce, May 29th

At the End of May, I also posted an update on my statistics. In it, my total words, for every fanfiction I had written for BTS (or Got7) totalled at 410,213 words. Today, I’ve had to separate out my hybrid fics from the others so that the program would be so unhappy with me, but I have a total of 610,451 words. 

June

Nothing too exciting in June!

Shattered Pieces: Cotton Tails, June 3rd

Shattered Pieces: Mother’s Day (second posting), June 8th

A Natural: Part 3, June 11th

Pack Trials: Jackson, June 14th

A Little Quirky: Through Thick and Thin, June 25th/June 28th

July

July saw the start of Con Amore Series

Con Amore: Part 1, July 18th

Con Amore: Part 2, July 22nd

Con Amore: Part 3, July 24th

Con Amore: Part 4, July 28th

August

August was, by far, my busiest month. I had my first “Fic-Filled Week/Fic Dump” and my first Drabble day! There were 10 stories posted (not counting drabbles)

Con Amore: Part 5, Aug 2nd

Con Amore: Part 6, Aug 7th

Con Amore: Part 7, Aug 12th

Diamond Tears and Little Wings: Part 1, Aug 22nd

Different Skins, Aug 23rd

Painted Crown: Part 1, Aug 24th

Painted Crown: Part 2, Aug 25th

Painted Crown: Part 3, Aug 26th

Painted Crown: Part 4, Aug 27th

Con Amore: Part 8, Aug 30th

And there were 21 drabbles posted in August, making a total of 31 stories.

September

The start of a new school year always bring interesting life-situations! Oh, and only four story posts:

Con Amore: Part 9, Sep 4th

Joining His Pack: The Search Begins, Sep 15th

Con Amore: Part 10, Sep 20th

Shattered Pieces: Picnic, Sep 27th

October

The month of the spooky-spooky, another Drabble Day, 2k followers celebration, and the Halloween Raffle! 19 drabbles were posted, including a dragon one that’s getting it’s own series sometime soon (Hint Hint Nudge Nudge), along with 7 other stories!

A Natural: Part 4, Oct 1st

Tangled Hearts, Oct 18th

Cirque du Canape, Oct 27th

Beary Scary, Oct 28th

Fluffy Tails: Recipe for Fluff, Oct 29th

Harvest Moon, Oct 30th

Protect Them: Lollapalooza, Oct 31st

November

This was a hard month for various reasons, and I really didn’t do well with the Thanksgiving Story Raffle, so I’m really sorry everyone. 5 drabbles were posted in November, along with 3 stories.

Diamond Tears and Little Wings: Part 2, Nov 6th

Shattered Pieces: As Time Flies, Nov 15th

Protect Them: Cornucopia, Nov 27th

December

The return of Finals Week, and Christmas. The times most recently passed. I wasn’t as active as I wanted to be, but I had some semester burn-out. We did see 4 stories published:

Pack Trials: Jimin, Dec 6th

Con Amore: Part 11, Dec 15th

Mission: Christmas, Dec 23rd

Con Amore: Part 12, Dec 28th

In Summary:

On Tumblr, there were 45 drabbles, and 61 stories/story parts posted this year, as well as numerous wonderful interactions. I know this is a long post, and I doubt a lot of you will get through everything, which is fine. I did this for myself, to show myself that I did do a lot this past year. 

There are so many of you that I’ve talked with this year, either privately or through asks, and I really am grateful for each and every one of you who read my work, even if I don’t always seem like I am. 

I hope this new year brings even better times for everyone! 💜💜💜

[poeedamerons]

all I know, all I know (loving you is a losing game)

Read it on A03

Ps: I know it’s December and I am posting a Halloween fic but that's just how my muse works and I can't do much about it, but I hope you guys enjoy this.

Michael would never admit it out loud, but he is absolutely afraid of anything even remotely scary. Halloween truly is the stuff of nightmares to him. With that being said, it is no wonder that his heart is pounding so fast he is afraid he might faint. All because he got roped into going to Roswell’s Horrorland.

As if the city’s reputation of alien activity wasn’t enough, it was decided that Roswell should also be the place for all fans of horror and aliens to go to on Halloween (Michael could actually punch whoever had that idea in the first place). Hence the new alien haunted themed park right on the outskirts of the city, surrounded by the eerie New Mexico desert.

It was just his luck that his boyfriend was not only an alien enthusiast (he is dating Michael, after all) but also a huge fan of Halloween. Almost obsessively.

Michael really didn’t get it and was absolutely positively-one-hundred-per-cent-a-fucking-fraid. The cherry on the top is that no one knows this. If people think that being an actual alien is his biggest secret, they have another thing coming their way.

He is secure in his masculinity, but admitting this secret out loud feels very… well, emasculating. Plus, no one would ever let him down gently for this. He would be bulldozed by their teasing, and Alex? Alex would be merciless; he is sure of it.

So, thanks but no thanks. He will keep a death grip on his jacket pocket and pray to any and all gods that might have been listening to keep his other hand from sweating too much into Alex’s.

“Come on, Guerin!” Alex’s gleeful laughter distracted him from his death infused trance as they strolled inside the gates of the themed park alongside their friends. The younger man was pulling him through their joined hands with the excitement of a child on Christmas day and Michael had to keep the butterflies in his stomach in check. Sadly, for him, the butterflies had more to do with the fact that he might, in reality, throw up than adoration over Alex’s joy.

Michael really thought he could survive this night with careful dodging and fake enjoyment, but he could feel in his gut that this was going to be a disaster.

The stuff he did for love, really.

Before he could quite grasp what was going on – the flashing lights, bright neon paint everywhere and fake smoke impairing his senses – they were next in line to board a ride called “Moon Base”. Initially, the name sounded non-threatening to Michael, but the closer they got to the ride’s entry gate, the louder the screams were and sweat started to exude from him in buckets. He had no idea how Alex hadn't noticed how wet he was through his clothes.

His friends were chatting excitedly in front of him, but Michael felt like the room was spinning around in slow motion and noises seemed far away from him. He could already feel a peculiar wave of nausea in the pit of his stomach.

“Michael, come on!” Alex urged, pulling him by his wrist and he hummed in agreement, as that was all form of communication he could muster.

His feet seemed to have a life of their own as they led him to his seat, next to Alex’s. He buckled his belt in a trance, the muscles in his jaw clenching in anticipation. As it turned out the ride consisted of an elevator drop, it raised you all the way to the top, dropping down one floor at a time. On every floor the room would shake and cast members dressed in costumes from a 1980s style gory alien movie would come out to scare the people on the ride.

His hand clutched the railings on his seat, knuckles turning white as the metal creases and creaks beneath his palm. Fuck, fuck, fuck Michael thought. This was literally the worst thing that has ever happened to him and they are still going up.

Only when the ride finally started its doomed way down and Michael started screaming bloody murder did Alex and the others close to him finally noticed that, in fact, he was not okay.

“Michael, are you okay?” He could hear Alex yelling at him, trying to get him to hear over the noise of the ride and other peoples screams, but all he was able to do was to keep his eyes tightly shut and scream at the top of his lungs as blood thumped in his ears.

“Michael???” Alex's voice was frantic, and he felt his boyfriend’s hand reach into his, but the warmth of the other man’s fingers was not enough to calm his hammering heart down.

“Fuck, we need to stop this ride,” was the last thing Michael remembered hearing before it all suddenly stopped. He felt people around him, his belt being unbuckled, and his death grip being moved out of the way. Light filtered through the back of his eyelids.

“Babe?” He could hear Alex's voice calling to him and when he, unwillingly, he might add, opened his eyes he could see worried looks stamped on everyone’s faces. He was still shaking and his heart rate was wildly out of control, rapidly hammering against his ribcage. His legs felt numb and he just wanted to lie down and never wake up.

“Hey there, big guy. Let’s get you outta here, okay?” His boyfriend's gentle voice filled the room, and he was one hundred percent down with this, but he had no idea how he would achieve it; but once again all he knew is that indeed he was led out of that death trap and onto a bench. A water bottle was shoved in front of him, and he gulped its contents greedily.

He had no idea how long they sat down together – Alex the only one remaining with him in what apparently was a group decision to give him space – but eventually, he started feeling better as the gut-wrenching fear passed.

Alex reached for his free hand, pulling it up all the way to his lips, placing a gentle warm kiss on the inside of his wrist. “Are you feeling better now?” Alex still sounded worried.

Michael deeply exhaled through his nose, groaning quietly before giving his boyfriend a one-word answer. “Yes.”

“I don’t want to push, but babe, please tell me. What happened?” His boyfriend, for someone so observant and smart, sometimes could be so blind. If he hadn’t almost had a heart attack minutes ago he would be astonished at the extent of Alex’s absent-mindedness.

“I really, really don’t want to talk about it.” He tried to keep the distress out of his voice, getting up in an attempt to run from this conversation, but Alex’s light squeeze of his hands told him he wasn’t successful.

“Michael, please talk to me,” Alex urged helplessly. “You really scared me in there.”

He finally, finally, looked at him then, his eyes revealing his reluctance and embarrassment. But he sighed and bit his lip. “Scary things? Not a fan.”

“That’s an understatement, Guerin.” Alex's voice faltered while trying to stop his choked-up laughter when he noticed Michael’s glare. “Sorry, sorry. I’m not laughing at you…” The asshole really was, and this was one of the reasons why Michael didn’t want to tell Alex, ever. “Well, yeah, I kind of am, but just because I think it’s cute, and honestly, I'm kinda relieved. I thought you were sick or having a stroke or something.”

He chose to willingly ignore the last comment. “Bleh, bleh, bleh I think it’s cute,” Michael mocked, trying to pull away from his boyfriends’ grip, making Alex laugh even harder at his antics; but before he could fully grasp himself out of it Alex gently pulled Michael to him, tucking his head into his neck.

“Scared of scary things,” Alex told him, his warm breath tickling Michael's nape. “How cliché for an alien cowboy like you.” He teased, kissing the side of Michael's neck in a clear (and wildly successful) attempt to appease him.

Michael grunted in response, still pressing his face into Alex’s silky black hair, breathing in his soothing fragrance. The smell of warm cinnamon apples Alex seemed to carry around always had a calming effect on him.

“Hey,” Alex nuzzled his nose against Michael’s jaw. “I know I teased you,” Alex said, his tone distressed. “But it’s okay that you’re scared, babe. You shoulda just told me,” Michael’s eyes were now staring intensely at Alex’s dark ones. “I hate knowing that I dragged you into something that made you so frightened you had a panic attack.” Alex bit his lip contritely, something Michael should have not found as adorable and sexy.

“No, Alex,” Michael argued helplessly, hugging Alex while he gently rubbed his face into the other man’s hair. “Don’t be upset. I was being stupid,” He grimaced, this whole ordeal is a bigger emotional roller-coaster than he expected. “I just- I really wanted to do this for you, because you love it so much, and –” Please, God help him not to die from embarrassment. “I really didn’t want to look like a pussy in front of you.” There he said it, hoping the ground would open a hole and swallow him.

He could feel the smile Alex was fighting against his jawline. “That is both very sweet and ridiculous.” Michael must admit that ‘sweet’ wasn’t that bad. He could even live with ridiculous if Alex persuaded him enough.

“Yeah?” He asked the dark-haired man in front of him, giving him his best winning smile, hoping to make Alex’s heart flutter.

“Yeah,” Alex answered, sliding his hands down the length of Michael’s arms before intertwining their fingers together and resting his head against the taller man’s shoulder.

“Oh, and don’t worry, Guerin.” A roguish grin crossed Alex’s face. “I’ll protect you.” Alex, the cheeky - unbearably sexy - idiot had the gall to wink.

He should really have swatted Alex’s round, perfectly shaped ass right then, but they were in a family park and Michael would rather not be kicked out for public indecency.

“I should really punish you for that later,” He whispered in Alex’s ear, sending chills to the other man’s toes.

Alex swallowed audibly, a light blush catching on his tanned cheeks. Michael found the whole thing highly endearing.

“How about we play some games?” Alex suggested lightly, sobering up and pulling Michael by the hand. A gentle loving smile was playing on his lips. Michael, being such an idiot in love, couldn't help but lean in for a kiss.

He pressed his lips against Alex’s, aware that his are slightly dry. But Alex’s lips are soft and wet. His boyfriend’s breath hitches for a moment in surprise, but then he pushes forward, his nose brushing against Michael’s as he tilts his head slightly for a better angle.

Alex’s tongue traced against his lips a moment before he pushed it forward slightly, but pulling back quickly as to not deepen it too much. Michael groaned deeply in dismay, making Alex chuckle mid-kiss. His other hand started to trail upwards, his fingers grazed against Alex's warm side as the shirt rucked up with his touch. He delved his tongue into Alex's open mouth, groaning again when their tongues brushed against each other. But before their kiss could progress from sweet to filthy, Alex pulled away and Michael could help but pout.

"We're in public, you silly goose!" Alex protested with a bright grin, eyes alight, "I'm not- we can't do that here. C'mon," he cleared his throat, trying to bring himself back into a state that was appropriate for being in public, "C'mon, let's find a stall for you to throw something at all alpha-male and win me a stuffed animal."

They strolled lazily and quietly towards the game booths, enjoying each other’s company, taking in the cold, crisp air of the night. Michael could feel a lightness come back to his limbs, all the stress from the Horrorland around them almost forgotten.

It did help that where they were, apart from some awfully intricate alien invasion decoration, – with a sickening amount of neon green and purple glowing slime – in this section of the park that was free of rides and cast members dressed in blood-curdling costumes.

Yikes.

Lost in thought, Michael almost bumped into Alex’s back. The other man stopped dead in his tracks and Michael furrowed his brows, his eyes frantically searching around them for anything suspicious. Or as suspicious, it could get in a theme park.

Finally, his eyes zero in what has caught Alex’s attention: a giant, bright green alien plush with a holographic hooded cape. In one of his paw-like feet, he could read the words “Roswell NM” in bold black letters.

Michael knew deep in his heart that this gruesome and honestly offensive depiction of an alien was exactly the kind of ‘cute’ thing Alex was searching for and Michael was going to be the alien idiot that would win it for him.

The things he did for love.

He doesn’t regret a single one of them.

He snorts for  good measure and turns to Alex. “Like something you see?” His voice was laced with indulgence. The other man locked eyes with him, a mischievous smile lighting up to his eyes.

“Come on Guerin.” And once more he is being dragged by his over-eager boyfriend to the booth, but this time as they reach their destiny Michael steps in front of Alex, handing over the tickets in exchange for a turn at the task. His demeanor showing Alex he meant business.

“Are you sure you're up for this, cowboy??” Alex's voice is filled with mirth, clearly baiting him.

“Oh, you are so on, Manes.” He can hardly contain the boyish delight that took over his body at the challenge.

------

He should have known that these carnival games were rigged.

There he was trying to win Alex that stupid alien plush (without his powers, he would like to point out) and he has no idea how much money he has spent so far – and he feels like it has been more than the actual monstrosity is worth – and now is a matter of dignity he wins Alex this blasted thing, the amount of money he spends be damned.

“Michael, let it go, c'mon, it's really not that big of a deal.” His boyfriend assured him. “I think I saw a hoodie over there with a huge alien head on the front and I really want one.” Alex pleaded with him.

While he had no doubt that Alex did see that hoodie and wanted one so he could wear it around the house with only boxers on and giggle in his general direction like the bewitching, evil flirt that he is, he is also sure he is only saying that in an attempt to help Michael save face and get him off the booth after thirty tries.

Not a chance in hell he is leaving without the toy now.

“Yes, it really is, Alex.” Michael answered, exasperation strung through his tone as he takes a breath and scowls at the offending stall. “I am going to get you that stupid, unnecessarily huge, plush alien you want and I will march out of this godforsaken park victorious.” He smashed his fist on the booth table, shoving the new dollar bills down.

The guy in the black and white shirt running the stall wasn't technically supposed to take literal money, only tickets, but Michael was pretty sure that he'd worked out by now that stopping him on a technicality wouldn't end well for anyone. He did keep raising his judgy eyebrows though, smothering a self-satisfied smile every time Michael cursed himself out for failing at a rigged game, though. Jackass.

Alex better appreciate how sweet he is being by trying this hard to get that stupid thing that he will be forced to share a bed with at least tonight while Alex joyfully snuggles with his ironic prize and leaves him to fend for himself on his side of the bed.

Michael took a deep breath and placed all his focus once again in the game. He tries to block the sounds around them and Alex’s general aura of exasperation and amusement. He wound up his arm, squinting his eyes to aim before throwing the ring once more and the seconds it takes to reach its destination pass in slow motion movie to Michael. The smacking noise of the rim on the bottle mocked him once again. He throws his hands up in the air in absolute frustration.

“Anytime now, Michael.” Alex teased, probably trying a whole new approach to get him to give up on this. But he would not be answering Alex’s siren call this time.

Fuck it, he thought to himself. He was absolutely going to use his powers to beat this game and no one, not even Alex, would know. This game clearly wasn’t meant to be won and Michael would not be welcoming people’s opinion on the matter, thank you very much.

Alex chuckled.

“It’s not funny.” He mumbled back.

“Oh, it is.” Alex taunted.

“Fine, this is gonna be my last shot. If I don’t win, I walk, ‘kay?” He knew he was going to make it this time, but he wasn't going to waste the opportunity to be dramatic about winning at the very last minute like a conquering underdog.

“Deal,” Alex replied, getting down from the booth’s counter, smoothing down his pants, ready to leave.

Michael made a show of intensely looking at his target, taking a deep breath and adjusting his footing. He picked the ring and gently tossed in the direction of the bottle, this time controlling the ring’s path with his mind, wrapping around the biggest, furthest bottle.

He whooped with excitement, rendering both Alex and the booth keeper shocked with the turn of events. He lost no time and picked Alex up and spun him around once, much to the disinterest of the man behind the booth.

“You did it,” Alex whispered, amazed, but a peal of delicious laughter soon rang past his lips. “My hero,” He gazed lovingly into Michael's eyes, leaning in for a quick kiss on the lips in reward for his efforts.

“Do you want your prize?” The man asked, and Michael turned to him dumbfounded. The gall this guy had to ask that like he wasn't a private spectator to Michael’s efforts to win the prize.

“Yes,” Alex quickly filled in pointing up at the green alien as if the man had forgotten. A light blush spread through the dark-haired man cheeks, his eyes shining with childish delight.

He really would do anything to see Alex looking this precious.

“Happy?” Michael asked as they made their way out of the booth, wrapping his arms around Alex, as the man clutched the ridiculous sized stuffed animal on his other side like a lifeline.

“Uhum,” Alex sing-songed in reply, a big smile taking over his facial expression. “You totally used your powers, didn’t you?” Alex’s smile was so big now, Michael was sure it was going to rip on the edges.

“No!” He gasped in fake hurt. “Do you think it would have taken me that many tries if I did?” He stopped walking in the middle of the busy corridor, his hand still deep in Alex's back pocket. “Do you think so little of your awesome boyfriend that absolutely made an idiot out of himself to get you an ugly-ass alien plushie like a normal human?”

Alex squinted his eyes, looking deeply into his. “I guess…” He didn’t sound convinced, but the night was young and there was no way he would spend more time than necessary in this horrible place, so he really could change Alex’s mind with a little bit of cajoling.

“Exactly!” He exclaimed. “Now, where is all my gratitude?” He closed his eyes and leaned in Alex space, earning him a chuckle from the man.

“Thank you,” Alex answered him back. “I love it,” He felt Alex give a quick peck at his both cheeks and he had to fight a smile. “I will cherish it forever,” Alex's voice was adoring before he peppered all around Michael’s face with little kisses, ultimately making him smile and shiver.

He opened his eyes, making sure all his love could be conveyed through them. “I love you,” He muttered as he rested his forehead into Alex’s.

“And I love you, you silly alien.”

------

Rosa’s delighted giggled ringed loudly over the park crowd, followed by Liz’s and Isobel’s buoyant screams at the sight of the two of them making their way towards the group.

“Please,” Rosa’s excited voice began, “tell me that you made Michael win this for you.” Her eyes sparkled with mirth. The concept of an alien playing some silly game to win his boyfriend an alien plush was the exact kind of humor Rosa lived for.

“Yeap,” Alex answered with a pop on the ‘p’, completely proud of his achievement. Michael could not help but roll his eyes adoringly. Her head bent back with full-body laughter.

“How am I supposed to compete with that?” Max exclaimed loudly; his humor clearly affected by this turn of events. Michael shot his brother a wolfish grin.

“Don’t be a baby, Max,” Rosa nipped. “I am sure my sister can lick your wounds.” Now it was Rosa’s turn to smirk. Like that interaction never happened, her attention was back on him and Alex, determined to milk all the jokes this situation could give.

“This is the best thing ever. I need a picture of this.” She exclaimed loudly, frantically searching in her bag for her phone.

“You better watch out, little brother,” Isobel said. “Alex might have finally found the alien for him.” Her lips curled into a vicious smirk.

“You are just jealous Alex is the only one with a giant plush and not you.” He grinned back and Isobel stuck her tongue out, distinctively making his point for him. Looking to his side, Alex was talking cheerfully to Liz, clutching his alien close to him, making Michael smile at the scene.

Despite what it felt like a train wreck of an evening, Alex had a happy smile playing on his lips, a light contentment about his mood, indicating that after everything that went down they still had a great time together, and if love is a losing game, Michael would lose it every time to make Alex happy.

------

One could already guess that Alex does very much love his new alien plush and not only slept with him on the bed that very night, but the nights that followed for a month until it’s mysterious disappearance and no, it was not me, Alex, for god’s sake stop asking even though we all know that in fact, it was very much one Michael Guerin that did burn the godforsaken, ugly thing one day, out in the back, while Alex was not home, because if there is one alien that gets to sleep curled around Alex, it’s him.

[aparticularbandit]

Current State of Bandit Fic

The last official one of these was in May, and then the last other update of a general updating schedule magnitude was in July, so...it’s been a while, so it’s time for another one of these, I think.

Under the cut because I know these tend to get long and not everyone wants to read all of it and apologies to mobile users because I don’t think the cut works for y’all.  Sorry!

plans for the rest of the year in terms of updates:

I’ve updated my word count this month to 1.5k daily instead of 1k daily and then plan to up it to 2k daily during Nanowrimo - and then if that’s able to hold, I’m hoping to keep that daily 2k up during December (but with the holidays, who knows).

I really like doing those polls before the Monday updates to see what y’all want and then posting that - and I think, with the variations in what I have in backlog, that maybe works better until I have a bunch of backlog for a bunch of different projects (like how I had Carla finished and had Luisa and the Fox finished and so was really just alternating new writing in between ... was it maybe once a month?) - so I think, come November, I’ll probably do that again.  That way I’m updating projects I have stuff written for and don’t feel constrained to projects I don’t have written updates for and might feel constrained trying to write updates.

October is still Kiss Prompts Month - I do have fall prompts, too, but other than one, they’re unfinished and probably won’t get posted until November.

October Monday updates will also continue to be for Luisa and the Wolf because that is your spoopy Halloween holiday fic.  Huzzah.

November is Nanowrimo, but given the writing this month, I should be okay in terms of keeping up the Monday schedule.

I have:

one (1) chapter of Falling

two (2) chapters of Aftershocks

one (1) fall prompt

two (2) chapters of Bitches Get Glitches

potentially three if i split that third chapter up into two chapters, which i’m still seriously considering doing.

Those should cover the four Monday updates in November if I don’t write other stuff for them.

My focus for the rest of the year in terms of finishing something is to finish the rough draft of the first book of the Roisa HP AU.  That’s the book I’m planning to focus on during Nanowrimo, and hopefully I’ll be able to get the rough done so that I can get the first book to y’all sometime next year.

Roisa Secret Santa is a thing!  I’m organizing that and I hope that goes off really well!

I may do Christmas or holiday prompts in December - because I really like having short little prompts to work on when I don’t want to dive into a deeper chapter - something short to write instead of something longer is oddly nice - so we’ll see about that.

I also want to finish one of the Christmas fics I started last year, but it’s not good in terms of word count - like...you’ll understand if I post it - but that’s...a high priority.

Other than that, I don’t know what the Monday updates in December will be, but we can cross that bridge when we get there.

general fic updates (aka - i mostly stop using capital letters for whatever reason):

posted but incomplete fics:

if you lived here, you’d be home now:

no one’s asked but it’s been months since an update and it’s not that i don’t want to update, it’s that it’s been long enough that i feel i should finish a reread of what’s posted before starting the next chapter and i keep dragging my feet on that.

i actually have a good idea of what happens in the next several chapters, so that’s not the issue, it’s just getting myself to finish the reread and then actually doing the writing.

there’s still a lot of chapters left.  sorry?  maybe i’m sorry for not updating more regularly now that ACAL is finished. :/

jane: the real story:

this is on back-burner because, even though i’m really salty, i’ve found that when i hit hey, it’s time to write petra! i run into a wall of okay, but i know people love petra, and i know she has a very specific voice and tone and then i get kind of...overwhelmed and worried that she’ll be ooc.  which is probably why i haven’t written the next chapter yet (michael isn’t really like this, but he might be - and raf isn’t like this at all because raf in j:trs is meant to be a commentary on...raf).  i think it’s that i don’t have a well enough grip of writing petra closer to canon to feel up to par writing her in this situation.  maybe?  idk.

i know this is one of the most ... whatever fics on ao3 when it comes to my fics, so like, i’m aware of that, it’s just...back-burner right now.

heart in motion:

i actually started the second chapter of this a while back.  i should finish that.  if so, you might see it in a monday update poll   we’ll see.

luisa and the child:

aka the sequel to luisa and the fox

i have the first...two?  three? idk chapters written.  i’m still feeling out the plot - i have a good idea of bits and pieces of it, but i’m still waiting on those to come together in one cohesive thing.

similar to the last three chapters of luisa and the fox, i don’t plan on posting these until i’ve got the entire thing roughed out and gone through a second write.  maybe a beta.  not sure on that one yet.

sin rostro:

this is another one of those petra is an important character who shows up in the next chapter and i’m not sure i’ll write her well issues.  holding off on this one.

emilia antonia:

i have a general idea for what happens in the next chapter, as well as a general idea of what happens in the rest of the fic.  this one’s a matter of me sitting down and focusing on it and writing it, and i’ve been in a bandit writes lint fic headspace recently, which doesn’t bother me.

falling:

i feel like i should go back and resee some of the episodes of hannibal with margot in s2 and s3 and then review a bit of muskrat farm in s3 (as well as some of alana in s3) because that’s where lu is in chapter three.  because i haven’t, i’ve been holding off on writing this one, too, even though i...have a general idea of things that happen throughout the fic. but no real ending.

also maybe have a crack fic planned that would technically be a sequel to this one but would really be a crack fic.  maybe.  we’ll see.

aftershocks:

have two new chapters for y’all written.

have a general idea of what happens in the next chapter.

have a general idea of things that happen in later chapters but not sure where those chapters are in terms of how immediate they are, if that makes sense.

the time of your life:

bitches get glitches is completely done in terms of second write, so each chapter would probably just need a precursory read-through in terms of grammar/spelling/etc. and other minor edits.

with the exception of what would be the third chapter if i split the current third chapter into two chapters - the roisa scene probably warrants a little more than just a precursory read-through before posting.

i’ve started the next fic, which is rafael’s fic.  the next one would be petra’s.

basically, each of the first however many fics (four) focuses on one character and their encounters with their soulmate timer.

one screwed up family focused on rose, even though it also included luisa’s past with her timer.

bitches get glitches focuses on jane, even though it also includes carry-over updates on what���s been going on with luisa and rose since the first fic.

the third fic focuses on rafael.

the fourth fic focuses on petra.

at this point, i have a fairly good idea of when each of these five characters’ timers went off and when they might go off in future fics (i’d be more specific here, but spoilers!).

after those four, i would want to write a fifth fic that wraps things up - but this is kind of dependent on where things get left off in petra’s fic.

rafael’s encounters don’t finish in his fic, which leaves it on kind of a cliff-hanger, and i don’t think his final encounter happens in petra’s fic, so...fifth fic.

i’m actually hoping that writing petra in this fic will give me the confidence to write petra in the other fics she shows up.  so.  there’s that.

unposted fics:

where the lightning splits the sea:

aka roisa hp au

as stated before, the first book is my planned main project for nanowrimo and i hope to have the rough draft finished by the end of the year (we’ll see if that actually happens or not).

i have an entire series outline consisting of main things i want to happen in each book, along with their titles, and things that have to happen in specific books to set up for the proper pay off in later books.

the first book is entirely outlined - chapter by chapter.

i’ve started chapter-by-chapter outlines for books two and three.

the entire compiled outline alone is seventeen pages long.

i love this project a lot, and i’m super excited to share it with y’all, it’s just long.

mexican stud:

aka rosalint fic

i have a full working outline!  chapter by chapter!  huzzah!

this one still comes in bits and pieces and scenes that aren’t always interconnected.  i know what happens, but then pick and choose at scenes to write when i want to write it.

this fic will likely end up being fairly explicit - or, compared with other stuff i’ve written, more explicit - simply due to the themes and the content.  that may be part of why i take so long to write it - explicit scenes have a tendency to make me uncomfortable when i’m reading them and i don’t feel fully comfortable posting explicit scenes. but....

this would considered part of the epic superhero crossover (see below), even though the events are, to some extent, considered canon to aftershocks (with some exceptions which can be explained...later).

everything’s coming up rose’s:

stalled.

still excited, still want to write it, but focusing on other things atm.

various other soulmate aus:

one-shot (tentatively titled chorus: romance says goodnight):

still kicking around in my head.

still want to write it.

don’t think y’all will like it because it’s in raf’s point of view.

and other reasons.

but still want to write it.

dreamers often lie:

still at the point where i’ve brainstormed enough that i should start writing it because then i’ll get a more concrete idea of the world and of the events in the world but--

i’m currently focused on the soulmate timer au in terms of soulmate fics right now.  oops.

epic superhero crossover:

aka jtv/tick/timeless/supergirl/x-files/agent carter crossover.

hey, look, that’s a lot of things, so expect this to be massive, too.

the more i brainstorm this one, the bigger it gets, and at this point, i think it’ll probably be a bunch of interconnected fics in a series - like the time of your life - the soulmate timer au - instead of one big massive fic. it’s just easier to conceive of that way.

mexican stud is a fic on its own but goes within this crossover.

i want to write a fic about how emma and whitney get together (because they are together before rose gets them and all three of them are together in mexican stud - together as in a group, not as in together, even though emma and whitney definitely are together).

i want to write a fic about how dottie became the way she is when we meet her in the main fic (this would likely involve carterwood and dottie/whitney aspects - either directly or implied - and then it would likely come up in the main fic, there’s a bit from the part i just wrote that i want to be directly an exact quote from this).

i want to write a fic with rhea raising dottie (and potentially use that as backstory on how rhea and lena are...coworkers/acquaintances/partners/surrogate found family/etc. which could lead to complications re: lena and dottie but...idk).

even if lena isn’t a huge part of the rhea/dottie family fluff, i want to write something that deals with rhea in luthor-corp and l-corp and what she was doing after she got to earth - because that one’s different than canon (because i’m using ben’s rhea in a pod au v1 for this).

then there’s the main fic itself - which is where you get a lot of the crossover elements - particularly the x-files elements, which don’t really come up directly in the other fics but are definitely there in some of them (and by some of them, i mean the dottie backstory fic, they would be in the dottie backstory fic).  this would also be where the supergirl cast actually comes in (other than rhea and lena and the luthors and maybe astra?  maybe astra’s alive in this?  since rhea was around maybe she took astra?  or lillian?  idk haven’t decided yet).

so - like - this one is also a huge massive undertaking but in a different way than the roisa hp au is.  the interconnected fics for this aren’t necessarily as linear as the ones for the roisa hp au, and i want the main fic to be enjoyable on its own even if you haven’t read the other fics - the other fics might also stand on their own ish, but like...the random kingdom hearts games - to get the full story, you maybe want to play the main games.  ish.

also debating using my trans!mulder here because...like, i love him and i know he got me into trouble but...his story works so well here in context and i would love to use him here.  so.  it’s.  complicated.  :/

but - yeah - there’s your update on the state of things.  maybe look out for another update at the beginning of january, because i might be changing up some of how i’ve been writing and goals and things - but i think that’s it for now.

[hopewritcs]

prying eyes.

pairing: steve harrington x reader 

word count: 4.5

request: “50 from the prompt list with Steve maybe?” ( “people are staring” )

notes: ok so the original idea i had in my head wound up not working but i really love the idea i came up w after so??? i hope u enjoy it too.  this fic includes a lot of flashback sub sections, including one where a kid pees their pants ( fair warning ).  au-ish.  

stranger things tag list: @thekidsofneibolt,@madhatterweasley,@inspiredbynewt,@rainy-bookish-days (if you wanna be added to any tag list, let me know!!)

They say that during a near death experience your whole life flashes before your eyes.  Apparently, during your most embarrassing moments, the world decided to cease movement at all.  And everything was just focused on that one moment in time, and even if it was only ten seconds -- it felt like it lasted forever.  And those moments have prying eyes who can’t seem to stop looking at everything as it happens. 

Alternatively, Y/N would say there were three times ( definitely more, but three most notable ones ) Steve Harrington came to her rescue, and three times she came to his.  And one time they forgot about the world and embarrassment altogether 

The Day Steve and Y/N Met.   

September 7th, 1971.  First day of kindergarten.  

Y/N had just moved to the new town, not even a week before the first day of school.  She had been dropped off from the bus at Hawkins Elementary School promptly on time, and she looked around the crowd of kids as they walked into school.  She wrung her hands together as she nervously walked into the building with everyone else.  Her mother had taken her to the school two days before to show her how to get to her classroom.  But, in the beginning of school day chaos, Y/N got shuffled down in the wrong hallway and didn’t know where to go.  

Not knowing where she was in the building, and not having a friend, Y/N began to panic.  She started crying in the hallway as everyone else walked into their classrooms.  Some older kids stared at her as they past, laughing at the young girl who was lost.  

The bell rang, and Y/N jumped.  The hallway was empty, aside from her.  Could she make it back to the entrance of the school?  Maybe if she walked back that way she could get to Miss Kosner’s classroom, where she was supposed to be.  Spinning around the hallway she stood in, Y/N looked for anything that could help her mark where she was.  Noticing the yellow arrow on the wall, she remembered her mom telling her that they were posted in the halls to guide kids back to the front of the building.  

Y/N took off full speed, following the arrows and finally she was back at the front of the school.  But, since she was running so fast, she couldn’t stop herself and bumped into another kid who had been walking into the building.  

“Ow.”  both children said as they hit the floor, looking at each other.  

Hiccuping, Y/N apologized.  “I’m sorry!  I’m sorry!  I didn’t see you!  I don’t know where I’m s’pposed to go.”  She was still crying a bit, breathing fast as she looked over at the kid she’d hit.  

“Are you okay?  Don’t be sad!”  The boy said, crawling over to her and looking at her worried.  “Do you have a boo-boo?  My mommy usually kisses mine better.  She was late this morning.”  He explained, glancing down at his hands on the tiled floor.  “Don’t be sad, I’m Steve.”  He reached out his hand like he’d seen his father do many times before--it was how his dad greeted many people.  A handshake.  

Y/N looked at him carefully, tilting her head to the side as she studied him.  “I’m Y/N.”  she said after a moment, looking down at his hand and then putting hers in his.  

“There you are!”  an adult voice called from the office doorway, looking relieved as she saw the two kids on the floor.  Racing over, her heels clicked on the floor as she made her way to the children.  “Are you two okay?  What happened?”  she asked kindly, helping both kids off the floor.  

“I got lost.”

“My mom just left.”  

She sighed, shaking her head as she looked at both kids.  Deciding they were both unharmed, she smiled.  “I’m Miss Rachel, I work in the main office.  Are you Y/N Y/L/N?”  she pointed toward the girl who nodded her head, then turned to the boy.  “And Steve Harrington, right?”  when the boy nodded she stood up straight, holding out her hands for each kid to take.  “Well, Miss. Kosner’s been looking for you both.  Let’s get you to the classroom, okay?”  

At the door of the classroom, Miss Rachel left the two kids once she saw them settle down at their long tables.  

“Well, let’s welcome our new friends.  Class, meet Steve Harrington and Y/N Y/L/N.”  The teacher said.  “Today we’re going to play a game to get to know all our new friends, doesn’t that sound like fun?”  

Y/N turned to look at Steve who was smiling.  When he turned to look at her, she smiled back at him.  “Don’t worry, Y/N.  We can play together.”  

The Day Y/N Had an Accident.  

October 31st, 1973.

Halloween was never Y/N’s favorite holiday, she was too scared for everything that seemed to be lurking in the corners.  And, on this particular Halloween, Y/N had been at recess listening to one of the older students telling everyone else a story about a ghost.  The school’s upstairs girls bathroom was haunted, and every Halloween the ghost would pick one student to take and keep until the next year.  

So, Y/N sat at her desk in the classroom watching the clock closely.  She needed to pee, but she couldn’t get up to go to the bathroom--not when the ghost might pick her.  

She could definitely hold it.  

It was afternoon snack time and Y/N went to grab the pack her mom put in her napsack.  

“Y/N peed!” a student called out.  Y/N stopped and turned around, looking down at herself.  And it looked as though she had, her pant leg was stained with liquid.  As the students laughed, Y/N began to cry, hiding her face in her hands.  The teacher came forward, telling all the students to stop laughing and go back to their desks, but no one left.  Y/N could feel all the eyes on her and the sound of laughter echoed in her ears.  

“Look, Steve peed his pants!” 

Y/N looked up from behind the teacher’s arm and saw Steve, sitting at his desk with a bit of a puddle on the floor beneath him.  

The teacher left Y/N’s side and looked out into the hallway, grabbing an aid to help.  The aid took Y/N and Steve down to the nurse’s office where the two waited on one of the sick beds for their parents to drop off clothes.  

Y/N sat still and looked down at her feet kicking them a little bit back and forth.  

“Are you okay?”  Steve asked quietly.  Y/N turned her head to look at him.  “Everyone was staring at you and I know you don’t like that.  So I grabbed Elizabeth’s water bottle.”

“You fake peed your pants?”  Y/N gasped, her eyes widening as she looked at him.  

“If everyone was looking at me...they’d stop looking at you.”  

“Why did you do that?”  

“Because I don’t like when people laugh at you.  You’re my best friend.”  

The Day Steve Met Basketball.

December 8th, 1977.  

Usually during gym, Steve and Y/N stayed on the sidelines and weren’t picked.  Y/N because she wasn’t the sportiest.  Steve probably because everyone knew he wouldn’t let Y/N be on the sidelines alone.  So, on the day Y/N had been in the nurse during the beginning of the class, Steve had been one of the first team picks.  

Halfway through the class, Y/N came back from the nurse and was feeling a lot better.  She went to open the door to the gym and looked in, seeing Steve on the basketball floor dribbling the ball back and forth between him and some of the other kids in their sixth grade class.  Y/N stood there for a minute, just watching, before heading into the room.  

Steve had just tossed the ball to one of his teammates when he saw her walk into the gym.  Y/N was talking to the gym teacher, handing the man a note from the nurse and then she took a seat down on the sidelines.  Steve was about to call her name to say hi when he got hit in the face.  

Y/N had been looking down at her book when she heard a loud bang.  She heard people calling Steve’s name and she jumped up from the seat.  “Oh my god.”  she muttered to herself as she raced over, pushing through the people and looking down at her best friend.  “Steve?”

“Y/N.”  Steve groaned, blinking his eyes as he grabbed her hand and sat up.  

“Are you okay?”  she asked, looking at his already bruising eye.  

“Yeah.  How bad is it?” 

“Not so bad.  Can you stand up?”  Y/N stood up, holding out her hands to pull him up.  When he seemed to almost fall back over, she put her hands on his chest to steady him.  “Let’s get you to the nurse.”  She led him out the gymnasium and down the hallway.  

“Seriously, Y/N, how bad is it?”  Steve repeated once they were alone in the hallway.  

“It’s more of a bruise to your ego.  I don’t think your nose is broken or anything, so you don’t need to worry about that.”  Y/N said, looking up at him.  “Don’t worry, everyone will still pick you to play next time.”  

“I did kind of like it.  And thanks for getting me out of there.”  

“And let someone else take my dumb best friend to the nurse?  Not a chance.”  

The Time Steve and Y/N Danced.  

December 20th, 1979.

School was out until the new year, except for the Snow Ball.  The school held it on the last day before winter break every year.  And this was their last year in middle school, so Steve had convinced Y/N to go.  She’d gotten all dressed up, a navy blue dress with some silver colored stars and bright silver shoes too.  

Y/N’s mother dropped her off at the front of the middle school and she walked in, looking around to see if she could spot Steve.  After all, she was here for him right?  But there he was, talking to his basketball buddies.  Y/N waved and Steve waved back, but he didn’t make any move to head over in her direction.  

Y/N glanced down at her feet and moved over to the side, sitting down next to someone she didn’t know well.  Nancy wasn’t in her class, she was a year younger, but they started talking, and then before she knew it Y/N was up and dancing with a new group of friends.  

Nancy Wheeler made Y/N feel included in the group she’d been sitting at.  And they all moved around the dance floor to the latest music they knew all the words to and giggling when they looked like idiots.  

When a slow song came on, everyone was pairing up and Y/N stood awkwardly in the middle of the dance floor.  Nancy had been claimed by Jonathan Byers, one of her friends.  And Y/N began walking off the dance floor when someone grabbed her hand.  

“Can I have this dance?”  

Y/N turned her head to look at Steve, biting her lip.  She hadn’t seen him all night long, and now here he was.  Saving her from yet another embarrassing moment of walking off the dance floor.  

“Come on, Y/N.  I haven’t seen you all night.”  Steve pled with her, giving his best friend the biggest and best puppy dog eyes he had.  

“Not my fault you were too busy hanging out with your teammates to spend time with me.”  Y/N said, teasing him as she spoke and turned around fully so they could dance properly.  Which mostly involved their hands together and one hand resting on her waist and the other on his shoulder as they awkwardly swayed to the song.  When Steve looked like he was about to protest, Y/N giggled.  “I’m just kidding, Steve.  Besides, I made friends.”  she explained with a shrug and a grin.  

“But I’m still the best, right?”

‘The very best, Steve.”  Y/N promised, which made him grin right back at her.  

After a couple of minutes, Steve cleared his throat and looked back at Y/N, “You look nice, Y/N.”   

“So do you.  I like the jacket.”  Y/N said, playing with the collar of his basketball team’s jacket Steve wore.  

“It’s pretty cool, right?”  

“I think the guy wearing it is what makes it cool, but yeah.  It’s a cool jacket too.”  

“You always say the best things, Y/N.” 

“What are best friends for, Steve?”  

When Billy Met His ( Verbal ) Match in Y/N.  

November 1st, 1984.  

Y/N had been in the gymnasium watching basketball practice because one of her friends was on the school newspaper staff and they were talking about the team and the chances of winning the upcoming games.  Plus, Y/N and Steve were still close friends, so she’d often hang around until he was done with practice and then they would do homework together.  At least when he didn’t have plans with Nancy after school.  

Y/N’s nose was in a book and she paid little attention to what was going on the court, until her friend smacked her leg.  

“What was that for?” Y/N exclaimed, turning her attention to her friend.  

“Billy just checked Steve into the ground.”  Her friend explained, pointing toward the court where the new kid Billy Hargrove stood over Steve.  He looked to be saying something, but Y/N wasn’t close enough to hear it.  

“What happened?”  she asked her friend, not taking her eyes off of the pair until the coach blew his whistle and told the guys to hit the showers and practice was over.  

“I don’t know, but I wouldn’t go down there Y/N.”  

But she was already out of her seat, hopping off the bleachers and walking toward Steve to grab him before he went into the locker room.  Steve’s face softened when he saw her come up and he smiled at her.  “Hey, I didn’t see you here.”  

“Well, Lizzie had to cover you guys for the paper so I figured I’d tag along.  Do you want to study after you get cleaned up?”  What she really wanted to know was what happened between him and Billy, but she wasn’t going to ask that right then.  

Steve shook his head, “I’m not up for the company.  I’ll call you later if I change my mind.”  He didn’t want to explain to his best friend what happened when Nancy pulled him out of practice shortly before that.  But he could tell from the way she looked at him she figured something was up.  Before she could get any words out, Y/N was cut off by Billy.  

“King Steve has two girls?  Damn, I guess he may be a King after all.”  Billy chuckled as he shouldered past Steve on his way to the locker room, winking at Y/N and spinning around to get one last look.  

“Can it, Hargrove.”  Steve growled at him, moving protectively in front of Y/N.  “She’s my best friend, don’t talk about her like that.”  

“Best friend or best friend?  Cause if she’s not spoken for, I’ll ask her out.”  Billy lost all interest in heading toward the bathroom right then, eyes landing on Y/N as he smirked.  

Steve went to step forward, but Y/N put her hand on his shoulder and tugged him back.  “Don’t.”  she whispered to her friend before looking at the menacing teen before her.�� Her attention fully on him, she looked at him.  “You must be new, because you don’t talk to people like that.”  

“Who says, sweetheart?  Seems like some of the girls really love how I talk to ‘em.” 

“Let me rephrase.  You don’t talk to me like that.  Ever again, I don’t care if you’re the last guy on the planet.  You have no right to talk to me, or to insinuate anything that’s going on between me and Steve.  Steve has a girlfriend, who’s one of my best friends.  And, believe me when I say this, he’s a much better guy than you.  So don’t talk to him like that again.  And don’t talk to me...ever.”  When Y/N finished her speech, she looked at Billy ( who hadn’t moved ) and raised her eyebrows at him.  “Did you hear me?” 

“Watch your mouth, bitch.”  Billy spat out at her.  But Y/N just smiled sweetly at him, shaking her head at his words.  Behind her, Y/N could tell Steve was pissed, but she wouldn’t let him talk.  After a beat of silence, Billy spoke again, “What are you smiling for?” 

“Because you’re so not worth my time, new guy.”  Y/N finished, waving goodbye and then turning around to smile at Steve and head out the back door of the gym.  

Graduation Night.  

June 21st, 1985.  

Y/N was tapping her foot in her seat as she glanced around at the rest of her graduating class.  They did it.  High school was over.  And soon, once the mayor of Hawkins was done with his speech, they would officially be Hawkins High Class of 1985.  

The marching band played, everyone jumped out of their seats and Y/N wormed her way through the crowded stage to her friends to say goodbye.  Hugging each one and promising to stay in touch with letters and phone calls and possible road trip visits, they parted ways.  Each on to whatever life brought them next.  

Smiles were on everyone’s faces, and the crowd started moving toward the reception hall for the big dinner.  Y/N spotted her family and started to walk toward them when she saw Steve hanging back, still sitting in his seat on the stage.  He was looking off into the distance.  She held a finger up to her family, apologizing, as she turned around and headed back to where he sat.  

Tapping him with her foot, Y/N smiled down at Steve when he looked up at her.  “Why so glum?”  She took the seat next to him and put her hand on his shoulder.  When he didn’t answer right away, Y/N poked his cheek.  “You can tell me anything.  What are best friends for anyway?”  

“My parents didn’t show.”  he said, looking at her with a sad smile.  “I graduated and they didn’t come.”  

Her heart sunk at his words and she put her arm around him, pulling him to her in a hug.  “I’m sorry, Steve.  But, hey, you still graduated.  Isn’t that something to celebrate?”  

He shrugged his shoulders.  “I don’t know what I’m gonna do with my life, Y/N.”  

She looked over at her family, still waiting by the entrance and turned back to Steve whispering.  “Me either.”  she giggled.  

He blinked, looking at her.  “You don’t?”  

“Nah.  Not for sure, yet.  But, that’s not important.”  She stood up from the seat and held out her hands for Steve to grab.  “What’s important right now, is that you and I, Y/N Y/L/N and Steve Harrington, we graduated high school.  And I will not see you mope tonight.”  Steve put his hands in hers and let Y/N tug him to his feet.  Grinning, Y/N looked at him and continued to speak.  “So, let’s go.  You’ll sit with us.  Mom thinks of you like one of the family anyway.”  

The Night The Kids Got Steve to Confess His Feelings for Y/N.  

October 31st, 1985.  

A lot of things happen in October in Hawkins.  Most of them, are things people don’t know about.  Things that some people tend to keep secret.  When Steve got a call at the landline at work, he knew something was wrong.  

“Steve, it’s for you.  A Dustin?”  his co-worker said, handing the chord phone to him before walking off.  

“Steve?”  Dustin called out, sounding frantic.  

“Dustin, why are you calling me at work?”  Steve leaned against the wall, sighing as he spoke into the phone.  “What’s wrong?”  

“Something happened.  Just get to El’s as soon as possible.”  

And then Dustin hung up the phone leaving Steve to think the worst thing possible.  He ripped off his work hat and apron before clocking out and telling his co-worker something happened and he needed to go home right then.  

He didn’t waste any time getting to the Hopper residence, knocking on the door and walking inside to find...

It was empty.  

Steve shook his head, “What sick fucking prank is this?”  he called out into the empty living room.  There were no lights on, other than the front porch and Steve looked around for Dustin.  “Dustin?  Jane?  Other shitheads?”  

“Steve?”  a voice from behind him called out.  

When he turned around he stopped short.  He’d seen Y/N a lot since graduation.  Both had stuck around Hawkins.  Steve was working at the new mall and she was staying at home to cut costs for university.  And they’d been spending a lot of time together, especially once Steve got his own place.  Y/N had been the one to help him decorate things and move in, along with the kids.  

Maybe it was around that time that Steve realized he’d developed feelings for his best friend.  

And, around that time, he realized he’d be stupid to act on them because if you didn’t like him back he would lose you.  And he needed his best friend more than he needed her to know he was in love with her.  

“Y/N?  What are you doing here?”  

“Jane called, asked me to come over.  Said Chief Hopper was going to be working late and she didn’t want to be alone.”  she explained, taking the steps up the porch and looking at Steve.  She looked at him, and right then Steve knew she could tell something was up.  Blinking, she put her hand on his shoulder.  “What’s wrong?”  

Letting out a breath of air, Steve shook his head.  “Nothing.  I got a call from Dustin, he said something happened and they needed me.”  

After a moment of silence, Y/N and Steve looked around.  Neither of them could see the teenagers.  

They were hidden just up the top of the stair case where they could all see and hear everything that was happening.  Dustin had decided this plan was going to need to commence ASAP because Steve wouldn’t stop talking about Y/N.  And they all figured ( hoped ) she felt the same way about him.  

But when Eleven had called Dustin on the walkie two nights ago, telling him Y/N had said something about having feelings for her best friend, Dustin put the plan into action.  And they all wanted it to work out.  

Moving away from Steve Y/N turned and walked into the house.  “I didn’t see any lights on.  Which is odd, since Jane said she was home.  Jane?”

Jane made a move to answer her, but Dustin had clamped a hand over her mouth and Max put a finger to her lips to tell her to be quiet.  The plan was going to work.  

“She called me like five minutes ago.”  Y/N said, moving to flip the light switch by the door on.  

“Damn it Dustin.”  Steve muttered under his breath before taking a step toward Y/N.  “It’s a set up.” 

Y/N turned to look at Steve, she hadn’t turned the lights on yet, and squinted to see him better in the darker entryway.  “A set up?” 

Steve cleared his throat, which suddenly felt dry.  Y/N looked a little concerned, but he waved a hand at her to tell her he was fine.  “A set up.  I might have let Dustin in on a secret of mine.”  

“And he set up a plan to get you and me to the Hopper’s residence because of it?  Steve, that makes no sense.”  

“I’m in love with you, Y/N.” 

“Holy shit!”  

The exclamation came from the top of the stairs, Dustin knew that Steve liked her, a lot, but love?  He hadn’t expected that.  Steve turned his attention toward the staircase, moving Y/N’s hand and flicking on the lights.  He caught hurried movement away from the stairs, but didn’t say anything.  

Apparently Y/N didn’t hear anything because she didn’t flinch from the sound above.  In fact, everything seemed to stop.  Like when she was a kid and she’d get embarrassed over something.  

“What?” 

“I’m in love with you.  I don’t know when it happened.  I just...I don’t know.  It’s stupid, Y/N.  You’re my best friend and I know you deserve way better than me.  But I think I’ve liked you a little bit since you toppled me down that first day of kindergarten.  Which is crazy, cause I don’t even think I knew what it meant to like someone back then, but you looked so scared and I just wanted to help you and ever since then being your friend has been the best thing that’s ever happened in my life.  Through all the crazy parental bullshit and the otherworldly stuff, you have been there.  Always.  And I...it would really help me if you said something so I don’t keep talking.”  Steve finished, looking at Y/N with a worried look.  Had he said too much?  Did he scare her off?  Lose her friendship forever?  When she didn’t talk, Steve put his hands on her arms and took a step closer.  “Please say something, Y/N.”  

“I love you too, Steve.”

His ears turned red.  He could feel his whole face heating up.  “Since when?” 

“Since that day you got hit in the face with the basketball and I realized you were sitting on the sidelines so I didn’t have to sit there alone.”  Y/N said softly, almost afraid to speak up.  Was it possible that Steve had actually felt this way for her too and she just didn’t know it?  “And then you got popular and we were still friends but I didn’t want to make you lose out on anything because of me.  And then you and Nancy and she’s one of my best friends too.  And you guys were so happy I just kind of pushed it back and forgot it.  But I’ve been feeling all these old feelings recently and I was just nervous and worried about telling you because...”

Steve cut her off with a chuckle, “Because you didn’t want to lose me as a friend, either?”  

She nodded her head.  

“Well kiss her, Steve!”  

“Yeah, kiss!”  

“Kiss!  Kiss!” 

Steve rolled his eyes at the commotion upstairs, and he was already leaning in to kiss her when Y/N kissed him first.  Neither of them caring about the hooting and hollering coming from upstairs, which may have normally embarrassed them.  But they just didn’t pay any attention.  

After they broke apart, Y/N felt the world coming back to her and realized that the teens were just upstairs.  She muttered, “People are staring.”  

Steve laughed, looking at Y/N with a smile.  “Then let’s get out of here.”  he turned to look at the staircase and up at the teens.  “If you’ll excuse us, I’m going to take Y/N out on a date unless there’s actually something you need us for.”  

Getting no response, Steve looped his arm around Y/N’s shoulders and kissed the top of her head as he walked out the door.  Holding his hand, Y/N looked at him out of the corner of her eye.  

“What did you mean otherworldly stuff?”  

[inexchangeforyoursoul]

... remember when I had that good swing on that long self-insert fic going? Yeah, me too. Good times. [ffn] [AO3]

Well... I sat the fuck down and finished up the next one. Joke is... 33 will be the hardest to do lmao I’m so not ready

Anyway, this instalment takes a Definitely Spoopy turn; wanted to publish it at Halloween for a reason, but, uh, as you can see... it’s mid fucking December. Not even the Robin time can rectify that.

32. White noise

“Oh, my, what pretty flowers have sprouted here overnight,” comes the amused voice of Robin from behind them not two seconds later.

Law’s eyes shoot up immediately, and he also sits up post-haste, almost headbutting the railing himself. “Nico-ya…” he starts with a wary drawl; “since when have you been here?” She's the nosy type, too… might have heard fucking everything. Shit.

Kat also turns towards her with open arms. “Ah, Robin!”

“I see you’re in a much better mood than before…. good for you,” she smiles at Kat immediately upon seeing her enthusiastic, flushed little face, and sprouts a hand on her back to give her head a scratching, which she seems to enjoy quite a lot. “As for your question… five minutes, maybe?” she shrugs then at Law as the moaning watering can in her hands is put to work. “Your vivid duet was hard to miss,” she continues with a chuckle. “You shouldn’t lie around in this weather, though, lest you catch Miss Kat a cold for next week.”

He feels blood rush to his face again. For some reason, getting caught laughing by her is as embarrassing as anything else. As is getting talked to like a toddler.

“I wasn’t planning on staying here much longer anyhow,” he grumbles with a huff. “We have business to attend to, not to mention that you being out gardening equals to everything getting wetter and colder, anyway.”

Next thing he knows is that she’s holding the can directly above him for a quick shower; he’s just dumbfounded, and Kat snorts as soon as the action registers.

“You’ll be the one to give me a cold this way, Robin,” she giggles then just as the woman moves on.

“Sorry, couldn’t resist… do you want me to get him one, too?” the archeologist asks then, offering the business end of the object.

“What’s with all of you today, I swear…” Law shakes his head, and the curly hair sprays everyone with the water that’s stuck among the curls. “Are you standing in for Nose-ya, or what?” Him, Carrot and Luffy are the only ones up for this kind of bullshit at any given time. And Chopper, whenever they can rake him into idiocy.

“I suppose someone has to,” she hums, pouring a little of the leftover water on Kat while passing. “It gets mundane without the kids around.” The can sinks into a barrel of water to refill.

“It sure was too peaceful out here to be true,” the man mumbles standing up, then bows down to shake out whatever water is left and willing to drop. “Or inside, for that matter. I’m missing a bunch of my crew for sure, and by the looks of it, so do you,” he says then, straightening up. He’ll need to fetch a towel, goddamn. Also, he’s officially really, really cold.

“Oh… everyone’s being scarce?” asks Kat while wiping the water off her face, then also swishing whatever possible out of her hair. Nami kept her company, but she couldn't help notice the empty seats during breakfast.

The archeologist nods. “Yes… I went ahead and checked the other ship on my way up myself. Nary a soul. And, as you may have noticed already, our wacky musician and sniper, as well as little doctor are yet to be accounted for. Since Franky just left with Sanji and Carrot to shop for odds and ends, this ship is as good as dead,” she states, pulling the filled container out of the barrel. She stops to think for a second. “I am a little worried, though,” she notes then, looking out towards town. “The boys may have gone out together, but Chopper is not one to stay out for an entire night. As an animal, he needs plenty of rest. I doubt he has that luxury out there… the commotion died off early in the morning, and the music is already starting up again.”

“Yeah, it's always pretty noisy on this weekend,” agrees Kat while Law murmurs something that sounds like a ‘thought so,’ likely referring to his crewmates. The ruckus is bad enough that she’s decidedly happy over being able to stay over for these two nights specifically.

“If they don’t get back soon I’ll have to assume they got themselves lynched in a dark alley,” the woman declares as the moaning ghost starts spewing water again.

“… even Brook?” muses the girl two seconds down the line with a raised brow and half a smile.

Hearing that brings back Robin’s, too. “Even though he’s already dead? Yes.”

Law finds the idea less funny. “Don’t jinx it, Nico-ya. I doubt they would have any problems with some ragtag thieves, but we know for a fact that there are some shifty folks out in some alleys,” he informs the woman while pointing towards Kat with a thumb, then starts rubbing himself for some warmth. He could have lived his entire life without having been reminded of that situation, really.

“… oh. Yeah, there was that, too, huh.” She… forgot about that, despite the adventure freaking her out quite a lot at the time. Thinking about this, she also stands up at last, patting the dirt and whatever there is off her dew-soaked thighs.

The tense focus returns. “Oh my… then I better get looking as soon as possible, don’t I.”

“I’m about to send Jean Bart out to collect our entourage, too. Might as well join him.” He’s there for sure, heard him cursing on his way up. Also the only other person to keep people on task on board of the Polar Tang, so there’s noone better to get those sad excuses of pirates moving again.

“Would you be so kind as to ask him to look for our lost ones in my stead, then?” Robin turns to Law after short consideration.

“Huh?” Backing out? Nico-ya, of all people? “Why that?”

She sighs. “I would prefer not to spend more time out with all the bushoo around is all… They make me feel uneasy, even despite the cute costumes.” She still thinks it was silly to miss out on most of the fair on Tuesday because of the minute weakness of being reminded of what happened in the city of water when she was alone with Chopper for a little, but last night, the entire flocks of them really made her nervous for some reason. She constantly felt like being watched by those vacant, painted-on eyes. All in all, soon after Nami and Carrot left, she also excused herself.

“Well, fine by me,” the man sighs then, giving his freezing self one last rub. “I guess you’ll be willing to come practice now, too?” he turns then to Kat while wiping a stray drop of water falling out of his hair.

“Um… yeah.” She’s getting unsure again, and can already see today becoming extremely awkward with the two of them just… being stuck in the same, cluttered room. Alone. Just… don’t think about it. Don’t think about it.

“Thank you,” Robin nods with notable relief, with the once more empty can in her flailing hand. “And you do your best, alright?” she smiles then at Kat, who’s also starting to get cold by the looks of it.

“No need to, Nico-ya,” Law replies while moving back direction hellcave, with Kat tiptoeing backwards in tow with a wave and hum.

Pretty much as soon as they enter the metal staircase, it becomes obvious how few people are around. Not because they are not physically present, but rather… the silence is too big for this to be a ship with twenty plus people on board.

Hearing someone make a racket under these circumstances sticks out like a sore thumb, though. As is the one making it in general.

Law turns a corner Kat has never taken before. She follows him awkwardly after a second of consideration, then takes a quick look around the humid room they arrive at; the showers are about as utilitarian as a place like this can get. There's four stalls, and a metal bench and shelves across them where some people have left some clothing articles and soap lying about. She also notes some pipes on the floor next to Jean Bart, who is standing in the middle in a small puddle and fills half the midspace himself… they must be for that leakage problem from the other day. Explains why he's ripping off half the metal ceiling, if nothing else.

“Jean, sorry to bother you right now, but would you be so kind and, uh, ‘collect’ our idiots from town?” asks Law without beating around the bush.

The burly man sighs. “Did think it right when considering it myself, ey? Will do, capt’n. I’m not the man for the rest of this, anyway.”

“Thanks,” Law waves with a nod, already turning around to trod deeper down into the submarine. “Oh, and… keep an eye out for the other bunch, while at it.”

An unwilling grunt. “… if I must.”

By the time they arrive at the bottom, a total silence sets in. And soon enough Kat has to admit that unfortunately, she cannot concentrate to save her life… exactly as she’s feared, she has difficulty paying attention. Only after five minutes, she becomes sickeningly aware of the fact that she’s all alone with Law, or, occasionally, it’s her imagination that starts tugging her away to other times and places. It’s all bad or embarrassing memories… no matter which happens, however, it’s on the uncomfortable side of nervous. Instead of butterflies, there are barely not cramping muscles on the menu. Not sure whether this is the better of the two worlds…

Just to make things harder, the ambience really seems off today. Like, yeah, the buzzing is still there, but at any other time, there’s the crew up and about every now and then on this floor, not to mention their voices can echo down here all the way up from the dining hall. But today… there’s nothing. Apart from her grumbling stomach, that is. Like in the evening, she couldn't get much food down her throat at breakfast, and it's finally catching up with her…

After an hour or so, the silence itself has grown into just another reason to be on edge, and soon enough, it’s Kat’s main concern. Instead of wanting to be in another room altogether, she gets the feeling that there’s some monster lurking outside in wait, making this room with Law in it the safest place available. Whenever the bells ring outside, it’s like thunder rolling in the dead of the night.

As such, she gets especially nervous upon him leaving said safe bubble after one of these ghastly tolls; if nothing else, it’s extra relieving to see his return in a few minutes. He doesn’t look all that happy with the situation, either.

“This is getting… weird,” he states upon arrival.

“… are they still not back?” That does not sound reassuring. Also, she does need her usual background noise to be somewhat less useless.

The man just hums. “A few of them are, including my three idiots… but something is definitely fishy about this. According to Bepo, they haven’t seen most of the crew since around 2 am when they wobbled back home, not to mention that they have apparently not run into Jean Bart this morning, either.” He sighs with worry, putting up his right to the chin in contemplation. “Maybe they are planning something stupid, since the other crew seems to be involved… but Clione and Uni are not the types who would participate in that, and they’ve been the first to bail.” In their case, it’s been nearly a day by now, too…

Kat also groans. “The submarine is really spooky with nothing but random noises down here… if this is supposed to be a joke, it’s not funny.”

“Same here. Those three just left again, so I asked them to keep an eye out… we’ll see in an hour or two. Until that… might as well have lunch? Or a very belated breakfast… while Fugu is still in.” He’d rather not tempt his luck twice.

As such, the girl gets to be in the dining hall once more. It is a very different experience with only eight people around, counting her, Law and the cook. Latter doesn’t even stay, but packs up to go grocery shopping as soon as they get their servings. Overall, the eerie silence persists. Once three other people leave to go fishing, it becomes nigh unbearable; it’s pure luck that she’s finished up by then. She pours another mug of the tasty, warm tea before descending back into the panic room.

Then the seconds, minutes, then likely multiple hours just pass, and pass in the same vein, until there is quite a racket, first upstairs, then quickly closing in as the staircase is indicating. Almost immediately after, the door bursts open, with three very familiar faces.

“Thank god, you’re still here,” sighs Penguin and nearly collapses from the relief.

“… I’m going to skip the ‘learn knocking’ part, and go straight to questions,” Law insists, his hand nervously grabbing onto the back of the chair. There’s officially a problem, and by god, is he in no position to be of use right now.

“Noone’s here!” cries Shachi; “First it was just weird, then weirder… since we saw literally no friends out in town…!! But then there was one of the fishing rods just lying around outside, and now we didn’t find anyone in the hall, either! I poked my nose into the kitchen while Pengu and Bepo had a look at the bedrooms, but not even Fugu is around! Half of the soup has gone and evaporated already… he should have been back ages ago!” By the time his rant comes to a close, he’s on the verge on tears. Bepo has been at it since the second line, and is sobbing into Penguin’s hat, who’s not even in the mood to scold him for getting it all bear snotty.

Without another word, Law is already outside, busting up door after door.

They open every single one of them, one by one, but there’s no life to be found. Wherever they look, the hallways, Ikkaku’s room, back door of the dining hall, engine, or even the cold room… it's all fallen silent. Not a single soul around apart from Kat, Law, Bepo, Shachi and Penguin. They don’t hear any noise until they enter the showers, where the faulty pipe is still dripping from above through the removed panels. The pulsating darkness gives Kat, who’s been following the boys around in panicked silence, the chills; were she alone, she’d get spooked by her own shadow.

There’s but a ringing in her ears. And it’s deafening.