#im obsessed with andy again.

[andyfairfaks]

i hate ndy fairfax i hate andy fairfax i haet andy fairfax kill all gingers now i seriously hate andy fairfax kill kill KILL

[garak-pussy-indulgence]

WE'RE BACK WE ARE SO FUCKING BACK!!!

[desertdxg]

tw rape (not cnc), venting, negative

its been four months, and its all i can think about.

i can feel the duct tape on my wrists.

i can feel the pressure on my neck and chest.

i can taste the fabric of his boxers in my mouth.

i can still feel the dull sting on my ass from the canes.

i can feel the hair being ripped out from the tape he used to make me keep it in.

i can smell the non latex condoms he used, because he was allergic to latex.

i sob and cry and panic whenever a pillow ends up on my face.

even when it was an accident, or it happened in my sleep...

i wake up in terror, thinking that it's happening all over again.

and there's five new scratches on my face to prove it.

i get aroused thinking about it, sometimes.

and yet, im ashamed of it and ashamed of myself for letting it happen.

i have taken at least a hundred showers since that day, may seventeenth, twenty twenty-three.

multiple times a day, some days, and the filth he has buried in my skin has not washed off and i doubt it ever will.

i was and am a stupid whore, and im ashamed of myself for letting it happen to me.

i remember he only stopped because he couldn't get it up and cum any more.

it was four months ago and it was all my fault.

[hersweetrevenge]

another friday, another chapter of clean again to read like it's the morning paper !! 💗 i loved the reader in the previous chapters, but this one really endeared me to them !! i love the world you're building and how grounded it is, while still letting us live a little vicariously lol

Everything is just a simulation, you’re watching from above, not really there. You come across as frigid and they don’t put in the effort to thaw you.

ohh reader struggling with the dating scene and the expectations that come with it. that no man's land of wanting to find something like romance but being cynical of the ways to do it. the fear of not being interesting enough while simultaneously not finding other people interesting enough. ahh reader is so me, for real lol.

for me you've created the perfect blend of 20-something struggles and i am in awe. the safety and stagnancy of a hometown, the dating struggles, loneliness and fear. but reader has a certain confidence that is very not me, which is exactly what i want in a fic, i want to be a better, slightly different version of myself.

You can’t pinpoint any specific thing he’s said or done, something just… changes.

ugh hurley is exactly the sort of guy i would think is too cool for me, but once you actually get to know him he is no where near cool enough, in a genuine and heartfelt way. that wouldn't stop me from being a little be infatuated up until that point though, of course lol. the worst guys are the guys that know they're cool.

But he wants you, in a more serious, more real way than anyone else you've been seeing. He's interested in you.

the way this hit hard. unfair. uncalled for. you get it. that feeling of "what if this is my last chance?" and you're stuck between staying and not meaning it, or leaving and being left in a desolate wasteland for all of eternity because no one else will want you.

am i projecting? maybe so.

“Yo Carpenter, what’re you gonna be for Halloween?”

ahh hearing (or reading, i guess, you know what i mean) someone call him by his new name? so obsessed. he really suits it.

Fucking Halloween. The worst day of his life, twice.

obsessed with this quiet sort of resentment. but i love the growth you're giving him. he's past the point of actually doing anything, of being actively angry, but now it just simmers. it feels like he's sort of accepted it, in an indignant, "god won't kill me so i'm making it everyone else's problem" type of way. like his life was ruined once, and when he thought it couldn't get any worse, it was somehow ruined again.

He’s never seen a scrap of evidence that his most surly employee has even one friend, let alone a spouse, a child, or a good relationship with his parents... the way he always does when a conversation goes on too long for his liking.

this is it, this is everything to me, actually !! corey being surly and unfriendly because what is the point? him having that perpetual scowl on his face because he's going to get through this, but he doesn't have to be happy about it.

how he's never been much of a talker but especially not anymore, not when his past has to be non-existent and his future seems tenuous at best.

i'm honestly so excited to see how he interacts with reader !! when he's so curt with everyone else, i can't wait to see him finding his way back to feeling like a person who can talk and interact and be with people.

He pictures his skin searing and cracking in the heat, before being ripped to shreds by the shrapnel generated from the vintage toasters and antique clocks he tinkers with. 

his wild imagination really comes in handy, doesn't it? now it's become another little obsession of mine to think about corey thinking about all the ways he could die.

and the way you described this is like, goosebumps-inducingly visceral. amazing word choice, amazingly blunt violence.

Pain shoots through his bad shoulder and he lets it take over all his senses, experiencing the fleeting agony as fully as he can.

the mundanity of his small acts of self-harm is so torturously fascinating to read. and i cannot explain how much i love you bringing this particular ritual back. something he did for so long, i an't decide if he does it to ground himself somewhat, or to re-live the moment over and over again to prove something to himself.

the way he tried to turn anger into pain, because maybe he can feel less guilty that way.

Someone puts some goofy 60’s novelty song on the jukebox.

halloween is at it's best when it is kind of kitschy and goofy !! vintage spooky. janky, homemade costumes and decorations. groovy music with scary movie sound effects. this is what halloween should be.

also i can absolutely taste the drink you mention. idk what you intended the drink to be when you were writing but i can taste it, whatever it is. weird green cocktail, is going to taste exactly how it looks lol.

If he could bring them with him he could sell them, blending in seamlessly with all the other old school electronics that pass through his hands.

corey's pragmatism is one of those characteristics that gets overlooked, but you always strike the perfect balance. his thoughts can absolutely run away with him, but before he works himself up too badly, i always think of him as being very structured. him still thinking about maintaining his funds before doing something terrible anyway, the duality is so interesting !!

He lights a cigarette. Then Corey holds the match to a piece of paper at the bottom of the pile until it catches... his only regret is that he can’t stay to watch the whole thing be consumed by flames.

the way i only noticed on my second read that he lights a cigarette 😭😈 the image this delivered straight to my brain of him walking out of there with a cigarette between his teeth and the kindling inferno behind him. he's so hot.

ahh baby's first arson (or second, technically, but who's keeping count?). i'm so glad you're exploring his affinity for arson.

If he didn’t want broken fingers he shouldn’t have grabbed someone who’s told him no 100 times. You watch revenge movies and feel like the protagonist, soaking in the catharsis. Something in you feels like it woke up from a long sleep.

yes !! yes, reader, fuck him up !! 💪

i also love her spiritual connection to carrie !! you totally get it, those random kinships we develop with characters because you understand them, or they might understand you. carrie is an excellent choice.

ahh the feeling of something awakening 👀 so, so, so obsessed. the feeling of something finally happening, or finally snapping and the endless possibilities.

Clean Again

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The 1 year anniversary of Corey's little murder spree is coming...

general warnings for this fic - angst, fluff, eventual smut (MDNI), canon-typical violence, canon-typical gore contents/warnings for this chapter- angst, girls comparing themselves to each other ): sexual harassment, suicidal ideation, arson, alcohol consumption, violent assault (non-sexual), extremely mild spoilers for Carrie, The Shining, and Christine, victim blaming

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Time flies. You realize with shock one day that it’s approaching a year since you moved home. You’re standing in your living room, sliding a record from its sleeve to place on the turntable. You just got a tiny easel from the dollar store to display the art for the album you’re currently playing, and you’re excited to put it to use. You pause with the vinyl halfway out. Tears burn your eyes and blur your vision. I like my life, you think. You shake your head and laugh to yourself. You have a job you love, you have friends who can be bothered to text you first, you kinda sorta run a little business. You’ve grown so much, been infused with new confidence and purpose. Coming back was a good idea. Maybe the best one you’ve ever had. You put the record on the turntable and push start. The music sounds so fucking good.

But like a vine that climbs a trellis, all your growth happens around something hard and unyielding. You don't think about Orin anymore, but you still feel the way he made you feel. You want to date, you want to hook up. Or at least, you think you do, you act like you do. There's no shortage of matches who want to take you out. You acquiesce to their vapid desires as long as you can stand it. But it always ends with a moment when you're sitting on their bed, or sitting in their car, or sitting at the bar with them thinking what the fuck am I doing here? Your inbox is a fridge full of food with nothing to eat. 

You’ve always known you were bisexual, but you’ve never gone out with a woman or a nonbinary person, so you take the chance to do so. Maybe suppressing your sapphic desire is the problem. You even hang out with Taryn once, thinking your acquaintanceship might give them a leg up. No such luck. You have the same problem regardless of gender. Everything is just a simulation, you’re watching from above, not really there. You come across as frigid and they don’t put in the effort to thaw you. Most of the dudes, and some of the girls too, just want a place to put their dick. They’re usually not interesting enough for you to provide it. On rare occasions you do, you never bring them to your apartment, where they might besmirch your sacred space. 

There is one guy you think could break the cycle. He’s become a bit of a local celebrity as a member of so many bands you can’t believe he has time to do anything else. You've been seeing him at shows for a while, from a distance, but when he stands next to you at the bar, oblivious to your presence as he tries to hail the bartender, it's the first time you fully notice him. He's the opposite of a Monet— nothing to look at from a distance, but gorgeous up close. You watch him for a week or two, gathering intel, making sure he passes the vibe check. He's such a frontman, even when he's in the back on bass, even when he's not on stage at all. Everyone you think is cool thinks he’s cool. How the fuck did it take you so long to see him?  

“What’s the deal with Hurley?” You ask Veronica after a show. Your love life feels like a joke when you talk to her about it. She's so hot and so confident and her suitors are so much more eligible than yours. You've been too embarrassed to ask her what she knows directly, but tonight you felt like he’d made an unusual amount of eye contact with you while he was on stage. You feel giddy for the first time in… Well, you can’t remember how long. 

“What do you mean?” She replies.

“Is he like… available?” You wiggle your eyebrows at her.

“Huh. I dunno. I don't know much about him at all but it seems like he’s been single forever. None of my friends have gone on a date with him,” she says. “Think I heard he’s divorced.” 

The news that he has baggage only serves to make you more interested. “I felt like he was looking at me a lot tonight.”

“Hey, who knows? Maybe you can be the one to get some water back in that old, dry hose.” Veronica says.

“You’re fucking disgusting,” you tell her, laughing.

Next show you go up to him before you leave. You hit him with the classic. “Great set tonight.” You try to say it in a sultry way, but you can’t take yourself seriously. It doesn’t matter that you have no game, because he does. He knows all the right things to say. You stay up late texting him every night leading up to your first date. You think you could really like him.

Until you don't. You’re not sure why, but after hanging out a couple times you feel your infatuation dissipate completely. You can’t pinpoint any specific thing he’s said or done, something just… changes. You go on a few more dates with him, the most dates you’ve gone on with anyone since you first met Orin. You try so hard to see what you saw at first, to get the giggles around him again. No luck. Sometimes you find out you’re just not compatible with people, and that’s fine, you tell yourself. God, it sucks though. 

You should break it off in some kind of official way. It’s not fair to him not to, you know it isn't. But he wants you, in a more serious, more real way than anyone else you've been seeing. He's interested in you. You're not merely a warm body to him. How can you bring yourself to close that door? You know it's wrong, but you distance yourself from him without explaining why, avoiding shows his bands play — a difficult feat since he’s in so many. 

“I can’t hang out Friday night, I have a huge pile of jackets to patch,” you tell him. “I can’t get drinks after work, I’m on my period and I just wanna go to bed.”

Never “I’m just not as interested in you as I thought I would be. I’m sorry.” You say it in your head all the time, every time you talk to him, every time he texts. Sometimes you type it out, edit the message over and over, highlight it all and delete it. As long as you don't say it's over, there's still a chance that the spark could come back. Then he goes on tour with one of his bands and you're relieved things are gonna come to natural end, all on their own. He’ll forget about you while he’s gone, he’ll have so much fun that he’ll realize having something steady at home would just hinder him in this phase of his career. You think you’re off the hook when he doesn’t text you the whole time he’s gone. But the day he gets home, he calls.

You agree to meet up with him. At a coffee shop, not a bar, in the afternoon, not at night. He’s already sitting down with his drink when you get there. You don’t order anything, you just join him at his table in the back corner. 

“I missed you,” he says. 

You don’t meet his eyes. “It’s not working out,” you tell the table.

“What?”

“I think you’re cool. I like your bands. I want to like you as more than a friend, and I’ve tried to. But I just don’t think we fit like that.” You finally get the courage to look at him.

“What did I do?” He asks quietly.

“Nothing! You didn’t do anything, we’re just not quite right for each other.” 

He doesn’t say anything. He just nods. You don’t know what that means, but you hope he understands.

“I’m sorry,” you say, rising from your seat. You leave without looking back.

After that, you take a break from dating. You delete all the apps. The whole experience is so daunting. You’d much rather focus on the things about your life that you love, but Hurley makes it difficult. It’s like he only selectively remembers you breaking things off. Sometimes he ignores you, or pretends to. Other times he’s in your face, trying to put his arm around you, reaching for your hand before you snatch it away. Veronica makes a new friend, a girl who knows Hurley's ex-wife. Apparently he stayed a problem for her until he met you. Shit. You rack your brain, hoping to come up with a plan to finally get him to fuck off, but you don't want him to escalate and you don't want to make any enemies. He’s so entwined with the scene. A scene you can’t separate yourself from because of your job. A job you really love. You’re thankful he’s on the road so much, always having to leave just before you reach your breaking point with him.

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Every day of Corey’s life is exactly the same. He knows what day of the week it is, so he knows his work schedule, but the months and the seasons escape his notice, especially in this climate where it gets hot so early and stays hot so late. The leaves on the trees take forever to turn orange and blanket the sidewalks. If he’d been paying more attention, he would have been filled with dread and hatred, steadily increasing over the end of the summer as Halloween approached. But he doesn’t notice until the week before, when the skeletons and bats made of paper appear on the walls of the front office. The owner’s daughter uses a magic marker to draw faces on tiny pumpkins and places them on the counter. Their silly cheerfulness mocks him.

“My wife’s insisting on a Halloween party, everyone’s invited,” he overhears the next day as he walks past the break room.

"What's the name of the movie with that psycho with the mask? Based on a true story? There's like, eight of 'em?" Someone in the customer lounge asks. "Stab?" Someone else supplies.

“Yo Carpenter, what’re you gonna be for Halloween?” A muffled voice comes to Corey as he hangs his upper body into a car’s engine compartment. “Comin’ up next week.”

He scowls. Fucking Halloween. The worst day of his life, twice. When his coworker wanders off he extracts himself from the car and wipes his hands on a shop rag so covered in grease it just makes his fingers blacker. His nostrils flare at the smell of burnt coffee as he stomps to Will’s office.

“Give me Halloween off, and I’ll work Thanksgiving. And Christmas,” he says.

“What's so special about Halloween, Carpenter? You know we ain’t open on Thanksgiving or Christmas,” his boss says.

“Day before, day after, whatever. The days the guys with families don’t want.”

“You don’t got no family?” Will asks. He knows Corey doesn’t. He’s never seen a scrap of evidence that his most surly employee has even one friend, let alone a spouse, a child, or a good relationship with his parents. He feels bad for the kid, but he also can’t help but find it a little funny to get a rise out of him. Corey doesn’t answer the question. He clenches his jaw and his fists the way he always does when a conversation goes on too long for his liking.

“Alright, it’s a deal,” Will says once he’s made Corey squirm enough.

On Halloween he wakes up agitated, the darkness that’s always inside him swirling, rising higher like the tide coming in. All morning he’s plagued by visions of what must have happened last year. The last thing he remembers clearly is Allyson above him, crying. Everything after is hazy, and out of order, like listening to someone else recount a dream, all the way up until the night he heard the nurses talking about him in the hallway. But he’s sure Michael was there, at Laurie’s house, certain he looked up and saw Michael’s ugly face looming over him. Stupid Laurie, emptying her gun into the wall, wasting her best bet. She called 911 before Michael got there, but all Corey can assume that did is led more lambs to the slaughter.

Fucking Laurie. Why couldn’t she just let him get his ass kicked in peace? Everything that happened to him last year, everything bad in Haddonfield, it was all her goddamn fault. Now he’s alive, bearing the weight of everything he’s done, hiding like a coward, fighting the part of him that can never be buried deep enough again after it was dug up in the sewers. If she'd let Allyson go everything would have been okay. Allyson would be here with him, alive. Instead, they're both surely dead. Did you really think I'd kill myself? she asked him. Well it turns out she did. Laurie orchestrated a murder-suicide, Michael was just the weapon.

Corey opens a new pack of cigarettes and flips the one in the top left corner upside down. A lucky cig for the most unlucky asshole in the world. He strikes a match and lights up, letting the flame creep down until he reflexively shakes it out so it doesn’t burn him. Then another match, then another. Daring himself to let the flame get closer to his fingers, or to drop the match to the mattress where he sits, cross legged. He imagines the flames engulfing the apartment in mere minutes, the gas and the electronics in the garage downstairs exploding, fire ravaging the whole street. He pictures his skin searing and cracking in the heat, before being ripped to shreds by the shrapnel generated from the vintage toasters and antique clocks he tinkers with. 

When that fantasy doesn’t satisfy him anymore, he dresses and leaves his crummy apartment. He doesn’t take the stairs down. Instead he straddles the rickety railing around his tiny porch, then swings his other leg over, so his toes are just barely resting on the sliver of wood that extends beyond it. He leans back, holding onto the posts, getting splinters from the rotten wood as he hangs over the ground. Falling seems to be a common theme in his life. Always slamming into the ground, but never with enough force to break him the way he wanted it to, the way it broke Jeremy.

Before he can let go, he hears a loud crack. One of the posts fractures, then with another sound like a small explosive, it snaps entirely. He slips, thudding to the ground with the shattered piece of wood still in one hand. 

It knocks the air out of his lungs and he lays there winded for a moment. Pain shoots through his bad shoulder and he lets it take over all his senses, experiencing the fleeting agony as fully as he can. When it subsides he stands. Corey chucks the broken post back up onto his porch before mounting his motorcycle and speeding away.

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You stand in Veronica’s front yard with your arms outstretched, head tilted back slightly, eyes closed. Veronica climbs the three steps of a short ladder, apron tied over her dress, jug of fake blood in her hands. You hold your breath and Harker films on his phone as she slowly dumps the blood over your head, completing your Carrie costume. 

You stay outside, dripping excess blood onto the grass while Veronica puts away her apron and the ladder.

“Don’t forget your baseball bat!” You shout after her. Her Wendy Torrence is good enough for people to get her costume without it, and she honestly just looks kind of like her. But she was so excited about the bat when she found it at the thrift store, short enough to carry around all night, solid wood and unadorned like the one from the movie. You want to make sure she has it.

Everyone from work is going on a bar crawl as Stephen King characters. You as Carrie, Veronica as Wendy, the new girl and her boyfriend as the Grady Twins. An Annie from Misery, a Victor from Pet Cemetery, the possessed cop from Desperation, a Cujo and a Christine. When everyone picked characters, Christine was a choice no one else had the guts to go for, so you can’t wait to see what Drew does with it. Rose just picked Cujo because she’s a furry.

Harker’s too young to partake, so he’s designated driver for you two in his ridiculous truck. You’ve been banished to the bed to keep corn syrup off his precious custom interior, so Veronica scrambles over the tailgate and into the bed with you. As you roll through town everyone hoots and hollers at the ostentatious truck with two pretty girls in the back. A group of trick or treaters signal for Harker to honk and he lays on the horn to their extreme delight. 

Your coworkers slowly trickle into the first bar on the itinerary. Drew’s Christine costume turns out to be a car he made out of cardboard, hanging from his shoulders by suspenders. It’s pretty cool, and genuinely impressive that he was able to make it himself. But he looks like he’s in Christine rather than that he is Christine and everyone gives him a good natured ribbing. 

“Dude, you were supposed to be the car, not the driver!”

“The car literally doesn’t even need a driver. You’re the driver of a self-driving car.”

“You could’ve at least dressed like Arnie, you know, the guy who does drive the car.”

“No! I’m wearing all black, so it’s like I’m not even here,” he defends. “Y’all wouldn’t have even tried this costume.” Everyone has to concede to that.

The group gathers around to take the bar’s special Halloween shot, a bubbling lime green thing in a wide plastic cup. It’s surprisingly tasty for a split second before it ignites your throat and sinuses. Someone puts some goofy 60’s novelty song on the jukebox. It’s silly but it kind of slaps, and you find yourself dancing with your boss in his Annie Wilkes drag.

When everyone agrees to move onto the next stop, you take the lead, walking at the front of the group. As you step off the curb to cross the street towards bar number two, a motorcycle speeds by so fast your blood matted hair blows back. If you’d been just a little farther into the street you would have been a goner. The whole group yells after the biker, calling him an asshole and flipping him off. He doesn't seem to notice at all.

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Corey spends most of the day on his motorcycle, riding around, leaving the confines of the small city and flying down winding country roads. Cows and horses ignore him as he jets past pasture and paddock. His back hurts from the fall he took and from hunching low over the handlebars to make himself more aerodynamic. His knuckles are stiff from gripping the handlebars. He refuses to let that stop him. He has to keep moving. If he stays still the violence will catch up. As long as he’s blasting around curves, pushing the bike and his reaction times to the limit, he can make it through.

As the sun starts to dip below the horizon, Corey’s fuel gauge drops below a quarter, then below an eighth. He knows he can’t make it much further. The timing is terrible, he’s going to ride back into town just as the trick or treaters come out, when the whole world will be on the streets. God damnit, god fucking damnit. He should’ve planned this better, this is the worst way it could have happened. His anger at himself just fuels the swirling blackness in his heart. 

As he comes back into town he tries to ride where he knows no one will be, but he can’t avoid a few crowded streets. He zips down them, trying not to see the merriment happening around him. He winds up down a road he’s familiar with. It takes him a second and then he realizes, this is where he’d squatted. Just half a year ago, the whole neighborhood was condemned houses. But progress marches on and now several of the houses are being renovated. Giant dumpsters are parked in front lawns, jutting out into the street. This or that house is surrounded by a temporary fence, the name of a developer or realtor on the sign hanging from the chainlink. 

No one is around. All the contractors have gone home for the night and none of the houses are finished enough for anyone to live on this block yet. He checks for cameras as he rolls slowly down the road. He can only see one house that seems to be under surveillance. Luckily the cameras are old, he can tell by the shape of them that the footage is probably being stored somewhere in the house instead of on the cloud. Excellent. 

He pulls his bike back behind the house in case someone comes by. He picks up a stray 2x4 on the ground and, raising it over his head, slams it into the nearest camera. Corey moves around the property, crushing plastic and cracking lenses until every camera is destroyed and the 2x4 is reduced to a battered toothpick. On one side the house is just framing, stripped down to the studs due to water damage. He slips through the gaps between posts.

He stalks from room to room, looking for the monitor and recorder the cameras were hooked to. He finds it in the closet of the master bedroom. The system must be at least as old as he is, with a VCR and a tube-type TV. If he could bring them with him he could sell them, blending in seamlessly with all the other old school electronics that pass through his hands. But he couldn’t ride with a TV like that in his lap, so he picks it up, yanking the power cord out of the wall, and hurls it at the floor. He ejects the tape and unspools huge ribbons from it before pitching it at the wall as hard as he can. It leaves a dent on impact and little pieces of plastic fly through the air. 

The bathroom floor is stacked with boxes of greenish gray ceramic tiles. He tears a box open and flings them one by one to the floor where they practically explode on impact, sand and shards spraying everywhere. Corey breaks two whole boxes of tiles before catching sight of himself in the mirror. His face is mostly obscured, only illuminated by the thin light of the street lamps filtering in. For a moment in the low light it doesn’t look like his face at all, but a skull, hollow sockets where his eyes should be. As he stares the image becomes Michael’s mask before finally transforming back into his face. He realizes the mirror isn’t mounted yet and grabs it. Seven years of bad luck as he swings it against the wall. He’s already had 25 years of bad luck, why the fuck should he care?

He terrorizes every room, kicking the walls and destroying any supplies left around. He finds a box of nails and tacks and pours them all onto the floor. It takes Herculean effort to resist the impulse to bring his foot down on them, knowing the longest ones would more than penetrate the worn-out sole of his shoe. He doesn’t know how much time passes before, covered in cuts and scrapes from the carnage, sweating and completely exhausted, he gives the house a break. But the reprieve is only temporary. He stands in the center of the living room with a pile of cardboard, paper, and drywall. He lights a cigarette. Then Corey holds the match to a piece of paper at the bottom of the pile until it catches. 

He watches the pile ignite, then goes outside. Retrieving the splintered remains of the 2x4 he destroyed the cameras with and using it like a broom, he covers his footprints and tire marks in the dusty yard. As he rides off in search of a gas station his only regret is that he can’t stay to watch the whole thing be consumed by flames.

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You’re on the dance floor with your coworkers at bar number 4, a club called The Club. You’ve been pacing yourself so you can straddle the line between buzzed and drunk, the intoxication sweet spot. You wave Veronica's baseball bat around in front of you as you dance, holding it for her while she and Rose are in the bathroom. You feel a hand on the small of your back and stiffen, scared. A mouth appears near your ear and shouts your name over the thumping music. The voice is thick and slurring and warped by the shout, but you recognize it instantly. Hurley. You can’t ever just have a nice night out. 

He’s saying something to you but you can’t understand him over the music. He slides his hand from your back to your stomach and pulls you backwards against him. You feel the anger you’ve stuffed down every time he’s called you to ask you for dinner even tho he knows you’ll say no, every time he’s casually draped his arm around your shoulders while you nearly fell out of your seat trying to get further away from him, every time you see one of his bands on a show flier and decide not to go out that night. 

But that’s not all of your anger, no, not nearly. Bubbling to the surface is everything you suppressed about Orin, the way you would only let yourself feel once or twice, when you imagined wrecking the house you’d shared, or showing up wherever he was to make a scene. I hate to bug you in the middle of dinner. And then there’s the fury you feel towards yourself. For not leaving Orin when you first got the sense that things were failing, when he was first mean to you for no reason. For not rejecting Hurley swiftly and soundly when you knew it wouldn’t work out. For letting these things happen to yourself. For being such a goddamn doormat. You see red, vibrating, totally unable to think rationally. 

If Veronica or Rose were out here, they’d intervene. He wouldn’t have even been able to walk up to you, Veronica’s gotten so good at putting herself between you two. But the line for the bathroom is long, no telling how long they'll be gone. None of the rest of your coworkers know any details about you and Hurley. You’ve tried to keep things from them for the most part. You know they would support you but you try not to involve yourself in scene politics, a discussion that’s unavoidable with someone as prominent as he is. They know you’ve gone on dates with him, maybe, but they don’t know that he’s been bothering you for months since.

With the hand not holding Veronica’s bat you grab his fingers from your stomach and rotate your wrist. You don’t think about it. It’s instinctive, automatic. One hard twist downwards. You feel something in his hand pop, a plasticky feeling click, like the knee in a Barbie doll leg. Still holding his busted fingers you spin around. The drugs and alcohol in his system protect him from the pain of the damage you did to his hand, and he laughs. 

“How long's it been since we danced?” He slurs. 

You feel small inside yourself, watching a movie instead of seeing through your own eyes as you raise Veronica’s bat. The other people on the dance floor are absorbed in the music or their own conversations. No one notices as you hold the bat aloft, preparing. Then you bring it down on him, hard. It makes a horrible cracking, crunching sound as it collides with his nose. Real blood spurts from his face, landing on your dress to mingle with the fake blood, and he drops to his knees. His fingers pull from your hand as he falls, bending unnaturally. 

You stand there, stunned and shaking, as people around you start to realize what happened. Veronica is suddenly by your side, guiding you toward the door. You emerge into the clammy air of the club’s patio and the change in atmosphere brings you to your senses. You take giant, panicked breaths and tears stream down your face, rewetting the fake blood caked on your cheeks. Veronica calls Harker, barking for him to come get you two, now. She shepherds you to the parking lot, shushing comfortingly, as people pour onto the patio to try to talk to you. Harker’s giant truck screeches to a halt beside the club. He wasn’t far away and Veronica’s tone made him worry. You hoist yourself into the truck bed and you feel the lurch of the truck accelerating just as you see the bouncer come outside to look for you. 

You take the next couple days off work. News reports come out of mischief that happened Halloween night. Other fights in other bars. Vandalism, theft. Three empty houses in a neighborhood undergoing revitalization burned to the ground and the cops have no suspects. You wait with baited breath to hear bad news that hits closer to home. That Hurley or The Club are pressing charges, that you’ve been banned from The Club for life. That you’ve been fired for turning violent in front of your boss. That your reputation in the scene is ruined for what you did to the city’s biggest star. But there is no bomb that drops. 

There’s tension, certainly, but your life does not crater. When Veronica whisked you away, Rose took initiative as the only other person at Plymouth Records who knew what you’d been going through to do damage control. She did such a good job you feel like she missed her calling as a celebrity publicist or a defense attorney. If anyone at work isn’t on your side, they keep it to themselves.

That doesn't mean you don't get sucked into the scene politics conversations you’d tried so hard to avoid. Most people aren’t upset about what you did to Hurley, they’re upset that you didn’t do or say anything about him sooner, allowing him to stay in the scene, even knowing he would behave like that. Knowing that if another girl in your community dated him, he would probably be a creep to her too. 

You don’t fault the people that feel that way. It’s something that crossed your mind every time someone asked how things were going with him and you clenched your teeth and gave a noncommittal answer. But you’d been waiting, hoping soon all his touring would finally lead him into a record deal, or make him move to NYC or LA to pursue one. Where he would be too far away for you to do anything about, and too busy to do it to someone else. 

There are some people though — his closest friends, people who’d envied you when you started dating him — who are furious with you for what you did. Fractured three fingers on his right hand and fucked up the connective tissue, broke his nose. You jeopardized his future, you hear them saying. You potentially ruined up the most important thing in his life. Who knows how long it’ll be before he can play instruments again. His broken nose has altered the quality of his voice, and the doctors aren’t sure if it’ll go back to normal. He doesn’t have insurance, and you knew that. 

You try to feel bad, but after you get over the initial shock, you just… don’t. Not about hurting him. Not about his future. If he didn’t want broken fingers he shouldn’t have grabbed someone who’s told him no 100 times. You watch revenge movies and feel like the protagonist, soaking in the catharsis. Something in you feels like it woke up from a long sleep. To keep yourself from driving to Atlanta and fucking Orin up like you’d tried so hard not to think about doing, you put on another film. New ones, old ones, good ones, bad ones. It doesn’t matter as long as someone other than you can quench your thirst for blood. 

Carrie in particular is significant to you. You feel a little silly but it’s almost spiritual for you that you were dressed as her when it happened. You watch all three versions repeatedly. You go to the library and get the book, then buy it when you’ve renewed it too many times. You worry about people’s reaction for only a second when you email a tattoo artist to get a portrait of Carrie done. You need to calm down, to put the pin back in the grenade. But you never want to forget any of it either. You never want to forget to quit being such a goddamn doormat.

end note: Just so there's no confusion about canon compliance lol, Allyson and Laurie are not actually dead in this universe. Someone just assumes they are because that's the first assumption his contused and drug addled little brain came up with and he has no motivation to interrogate that assumption.

[julysn]

Hii! Sorry, I'm a little embarrassed to ask you this >-<, but could you do an Andy Graves x Reader fanfic?I'm so obsessed with the post what it would be like to date Andrew, oh if I could ask for one more thing could it be on the decay route or without Ashley?

𝓝otes ⋆ i think you’re the same anon from the andy graves post so HI AGAIN!! also two writing posts in a day who dis

also. also. no ashley as always. my ass is too tired to string this into decay route so i was like “… just no ashley is fine” IM SORRY okay you said “or without ashley” so i went w the latter

anyways HERE IT IS! i didn’t know what to do for this so it’s kinda short and sucks ass. ended up doing what i do best—smut so um hope u like this 😭 sorry for tangent yk how i am i guess..

𝓘ncludes cursing, oral sex, there isn’t much dialogue just head. blowjobs. did i mention sex? slightly ooc maybe idk i wasn’t thinking when i wrote this

𝓢ynopsis ⋆ basically you suck cock until he cums. porn no plot

“That’s it, baby.” Andrew coos, his hand getting tangled in your hair as he watches your head bop up and down, his cock in your mouth. He can’t help but love the sensation of your saliva coating his shaft, watching you envelop his member into your mouth like it was the last thing you’d ever dox

You look up into his eyes, gazing into his lust-filled orbs, watching as ecstasy clouded his vision from each and every time your tongue brushed against his sensitive foreskin. Andrew was just so pretty like this, one hand across his mouth and the other hand in your hair as his cheeks flushed red.

“Mmm, Y/N..” A soft gasp escapes his lips, eyes fluttering shut as his fingers wrap around the strands of your hair and begin to tug, tugging you up and down his cock, forcing your pace to accelerate. “I’m close, babygirl..”

Suddenly, Andrew falls off of the edge of heaven, ejaculating into your mouth as his cum drips down into your throat. He lets out a loud, deep groan, his hands tightening in your hair as your eyes widened and you swallowed down all of the semen.

𝓝otes ⋆ sorry guys if i got the male anatomy stuff wrong AND YES ik this was short 😭😭 if anything’s inaccurate i’ve never had sex saur…

[goodtobeswift]

So glad I’m not the only one getting obsessed over Descendants all over again haha 😅

Sooo how about a Harry Hook reuniting with a crush!Reader who’s picked with the og VK’s to go to Auradon in the first film? I’d imagine one of the parents to be either Madam Mim or Mother Gothel (maybe she went cuckoo and snatched someone else’s kid), but of course it could just be left ambiguous since the entire point of a reader insert is for it to be the reader.

If Harry were close enough to someone to get a crush on them/fall in love I feel like they wouldn’t be friends with Mal and co, so Reader would probably get left out of going to the Isle in the second movie and probably wouldn’t see Harry until the barrier is brought down (and knowing Auradon, Reader probably wouldn’t be able to send letters (if it were me Id probably use interviews/events that broadcast to the Isle to say hi real quick so the Sea Three know they haven’t been forgotten)).

These are just suggestions of course so feel free to write the scenario/oneshot/drabble/etc however you see fit, I’m just a sucker for mutual pining and reunions haha-

If you don’t want to write this request for whatever reason please feel free to just delete it, thank you for taking time out of your day to write this if you do and have a good day ^-^

LOVED THIS IDEA!! i want to think this through a little more bc i want them to meet during the events of the second movie and god is harry pissed when he sees her after six months. she might said she misses her friends back in the isle but that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t feel betrayed.

i think he’d be super snappy, not letting reader explain herself OH ANDi can picture him losing his mind and yapping to uma and gil right after he got the news😭😭 like very much to his dismay he can’t believe he’s still in love

also, if you want to keep requesting or keep expanding this idea i’m super down and i’d like you (or anyone) to claim anon emojis so i can keep up with the asks! bc i got more than i thought (IM WORKING ON THEM DW🫡)

[shiberamune]

some personal breakfast club hcs because im feeling sad and this movie is my comfort rn :) <3

-john pierced his ears himself, it is miraculous how they arent infected

-claire secretly likes weird-ish stuff like allison, she wants a pet leopard gecko and she likes snakes too

-they all let each other bunk at each other's houses if they need to, like brian will let john stay at his house if his dad's being a prick, or andrew lets allison spend the night if she just wants to get out of her house

-my personal hc of their lives afterwards? they all live together and help each other get over the familial trauma/problems they experienced

-brian is a pokemon fan. i know pokemon didnt exist yet in the 80s but i know he would be one. and he always picks grass starters

-allison steals stuff for the others 24/7. claire wants a necklace? it's in alli's purse. john sees a cool switchblade he wants? alli's in the process of shoving it in her shoe

-andrew one time wore a dress from claire's closet to see what it would be like and john caught him. john, of course, never shuts up abt it

-andrew is the mom friend. i just feel this in my bones.

-and john is the most protective. he will find someone's house if they pick on allison or brian. only he can do that

-they all played spin the bottle one time, and this led to andrew and john having to kiss

-they liked it. they never told the others.

-brian will help the others study. he saved john's ass from flunking school as a whole

-they're all very physical with each other. always giving each other hugs or little affectionate touches. john and allison are weird about it at first, so the others take their time with them

-andrew has a guy purse

-since the movies take place in the same universe/school, i like to believe brian and cameron from ferris bueller's day off are friends

-same for ferris and andrew, or claire and sloane

-allison likes to blurt out weird/grim/niche facts she somehow knows from time to time and the others are just like "neat, thanks queen"

-john likes system of a down. again, not from the 80s, but im projecting here

-every friend group needs 1 dr pepper obsessed friend, and that is allison

-claire somehow convinced john to let her do makeup on him. he said he'd only do it if she bought him beer or cigarettes after

-john and andy are brian's wingmen. if he thinks a girl is cute, john and andrew are already plotting how they'll get brian to talk to her

anyway, that was a lot sorry 💖 idrc if not a lot of people see these, this was mostly just to make me feel better. but also i like providing for this somewhat small fandom :)

[4ranghaes]

soo,, you're not-compared-to-others-good at song fics (i'm reading them with a great pleasure that you can imagine!! ty for your hard work 🐝⭐) butt what if you find time to write maybe some kind of your associations with boys based on 80s-90s movies?? i think they're all a type of retro bfs ❤️‍🩹 shout out to leehan and patrick swayze parallels istg.......

ੈ✩‧₊˚ bnd as old movie bfs

ot6 bnd x reader [fluff]

a/n - anonie your mind😍😍 i LIVE off old movies this is one of the best asks i’ve ever received

sungho ~ william thacker from notting hill

thinking specifically about the scene where he crawls across the bed to look at her boobs under the duvet. constantly wearing his glasses as you sit and watch films. stuttering as he tries to be polite as possible offering any food or drink he has available, always such a gentleman. sitting out on the terrace in a terribly boyfriend fit of button-ups and barefeet. protecting you in situations even when he comes across as a total fool. actually does many foolish things, but it’s okay, because you think he’s lovely <3

riwoo ~ cameron james from 10 things i hate about you

smitten from the moment he lays eyes on you. will learn new skills specifically to try and get closer to you. unrelentless in his pining, but always polite and respectful. drives you home. waits until you want to kiss him. may be one of many waiting in line, the more extroverted, brash men trying their hardest to get to you. but he knows he’ll get you in the end.

jaehyun ~ duckie from pretty in pink

for this i’m going back to the original ending of duckie ending up with andie. your best friend. loud, bright, funny, eccentric, and absolutely head over his heels in love with you. even as a friend, is loud and proud about how much he loves you and how beautiful he thinks you are. diligently plays his role as a friend, because he knows you’ll see him for what he is in the end. watches you love and be tortured by other men, helps you when you fall. dedicates everything to you. is so serious about being your future, he’d buy you a house ^-^

taesan ~ kevin dolenz from st. elmo’s fire

tortured poet who would rather go months and months without any romantic or sexual interaction than not have you. watches you with your boyfriend (his best friend) in a haze of jealousy while trying to bury it down deep. he knows he’s cheating on you, he knows you deserve better, but he doesn’t want to break your heart. doesn’t mean to hurt his best friend by swooping in after it falls apart, he’s just loved you for so long he can’t wait another moment for you. starts writing again after you finally know his feelings for you, he’s found happiness again.

leehan ~ ferris bueller from ferris bueller’s day off

okay this is such a strange decision to make im sure because anonie i also agree about patrick swayze, but think about it. charismatic extrovert, not overly loud but just brimming with confidence in everything he does. just wants to have fun and spend time with his loved ones while enjoying his youth, but at the same time, he knows he loves you so much he’s already ready to marry you. he’s not joking either, no matter how much he jokes about other things, this, he’s quite serious about. will organise the craziest things and go to the strangest lengths just to see you smile.

woonhak ~ knox overstreet from dead poet’s society

obsessed. this is his yawp. this is his reason for poetry and art. he doesn’t think he can go on unless he gets you, or at least lets you know how he feels. he knows you have a scary older boyfriend, but maybe you’d see how much of a tool he is once you knew how much he loved you instead! you inspire him and he was right in the end, once you knew him, you did need him too.

[marigold-hills]

Dunes and Waters

PART 1 • NEXT PART

PART 2:

Here is the thing about living alone: the routines. Little patterns of behaviour, daily rituals. Like turning on the kettle for tea before going to brush your teeth. A cigarette smoked out the kitchen window while waiting for it to cool down. Cryptic crosswords in the morning paper.

Remus has been living by himself for six years, ever since his mum died and his dad decided he couldn’t live with the reminder, going off to travel the Scottish Highlands and never returning. And he likes it, Remus does; never mind if he’s in his tiny studio in London, his old university accommodation, or in this lovely hotel in Egypt. Being alone suits him.

This morning, his crossword is half (and incorrectly) completed. The water from the kettle emptied and not replaced. His cigarettes – of which he still had three, he’s certain – all gone.

Worst of all? Sirius Black, hair up in a knot held up with his wand, sprawled out onto Remus’ favourite windowsill smoking what must be his last cigarette.

He looks like a cover of an album. Framed by the morning sun. Velvet Underground would pay a fortune for a picture of him right now, dressed in a loose billowy shirt he’s procured from Merlin knows where, and nothing else but boxers. Andy Warhol would paint him like he painted Marilyn – obsessively, repeatedly. Immortalise how he flicks the cigarette, a bit of ash falling onto the windowsill. Runs a restless thumb down the line of his bottom lip. Hums to himself softly and Remus thinks I was right because even subdued like this, it truly is a voice to behold.  

“I didn’t know how you take your tea,” Black says in leu of greeting.

“With hot water, to start with.” The meaning (refill the damned kettle!) seems lost on him, as he goes back to watching the world outside the window.

Must be a strange thing, to be here. Yesterday, and for the last two months, he woke up in a tiny cell made even smaller by the range of the chain holding him down. The window too high up and too small to give sunlight or a view, and even if he’d managed to get up there, he’d only have seen the sunken walls surrounding the jail.

Remus refills the kettle (again) and turns it on (again).

“Might making me one too?”

And Remus is a polite person. His mother taught him to be. So he turns off the kettle. Adds enough water for another tea, and hopes that this time is the last time.

“I like it real sweet,” Sirius drawls, stretching his vowels like a cat after a sun nap. “Lots of sugar.”

“You can add your own.”

“So inhospitable. So cruel. I’m sick, you know?”

“Sick enough to smoke all my cigarettes. Did you take your potions at least?”

A sharp tiny smile, a break in the veneer. “Knew you wouldn’t mind, Professor. You look like a right standup guy. The kind that lends others his smokes and his tea.”

“Potions?” Remus doesn’t let the man derail him. It must be an insult, with the way Black says it, but the doctor asked him to keep an eye, and he promised.

Never mind that he really doesn’t want his work delayed if Black gets worse on account of his own stupidity. It’s too important. Too time-sensitive.

“Yes, yes. I’ve taken them. Scouts honour, Professor. Or should I call you Doctor, instead, hmm? I’m sure you have one of those as well.”

“A doctorate? No. Not yet.”

“Pity. Professor it is then.”

“Just Remus. Please.”

NEXT PART

NOTES:

So I’m not going with the prompts this month because they just REALLY didn’t fit this story, but should still have 500 word bits every day :)

im currently applying for jobs so can’t write as fast as I normally do (they all have tests! Or hackathons! So so long), but will keep updating hopefully as usual

i love love love cryptic crosswords. They’re confusing as hell and fry my brain in such a delightful way :):):)

how are we all surviving AO3 being down?

@tealeavesandtrash

@moon-girl88

@hoje--aqui

(let me know if you do/don’t want to be tagged!)

[lemmetreatya]

movie director!onyankopon isnt much of a man who welcomes the limelight with open arms. he loves his career, don’t get him wrong, but he will always prefer behind the camera as opposed to in front of it.

you on the other hand, loved the cameras. the flashing lights, the throat splitting screams, the pure gluttonous feeling of simply being worshipped. it was all very comfortable with you and you wouldn’t change it for the world.

even better, because movie director!onyankopon loved to worship you — whether it be squeezing and massaging at your flesh during prem nights or whether his hand be hooked right under your thighs during interviews. the way his eyes lit up and his billion watts smile appeared whenever the interviewer spoke about you or how he never failed to sing your saccharine praises. movie director!onyankopon was obsessed with you in such a healthy and loving way that it was almost sickening.

“ony…”

moans of his name were so easy falling off of your lips. even whilst kissing him with reverent fervour and your back cold against the front doors to your house, it was still his name you ought to call.

movie director!onyankopon slides the both of you across the wall of his hallway. needy boy didn’t even want to allow you to get inside properly and ditch your clothes. he was just too, too eager for you.

“you looked so good out there tonight. fuck, ive been waiting so long to just consume you”

movie director!onyankopon gathers you from your ass as he lifts you up with ease, his strong build showing as he’s able to plonk you down onto the waist lengthed drawer within the hallway that was lined with prized awards.

oscars, tonys and grammys — didnt matter! swipped to the side as movie director!onyankopon is in a hurry to have a taste at you. worship you the best way he knows.

“sorry, ive just got to have you.”

“like id ever tell you no.”

movie director!onyankopon tugs your dress upwards but its a struggle. the material made it hug your body so perfectly that the practicality of removing it was tailored to be done from the top, but movie director!onyankopon didn’t have time for that! eventually he got your dress to pool just below your stomach but your panties are in the way and he’s just too impatient to go over this again.

“fuck it…” he mumbles as he crouches down onto his knees and only slips your panties to the side, his fingers taking no liberties as he delves two fingers straight in.

in the process, you lean your head back in pleasure. however, unaware but within that bliss, your head accidentally collides with movie director!onyankopon prized possession — andy warhol’s original chanel no. 4 painting.

movie director!onyankopon hears the crack of the canvas caving in and he knows he’s going to be so pissed about that in the morning but it doesn’t fucking matter. right now he has the closest thing to a god to needs attending to.

“oh my god! ony, im so sorry!”

you try writhing your body round to see the damage but movie director!onyankopon is hooking you in place with his free arm.

“dont worry ‘bout it.” he mumbles, face already between your legs. “ive got way more important things to worry about right now.”

if you had any other objections then they weren’t voiced. the addition of movie director!onyankopon’s mouth suckling at your clit while his fingers pumped long and thick inside of you made you quickly forget the issue at hand.

“shit, shit, shiiiit.”

with your hands coercing the back of his head further between your thighs, you couldn’t help but sinfully smile at how nice it felt to be worshipped. how nice it felt to have someone prove their words in practice. how nice it felt to feel like a deity.

[campbyler]

THEA!!!

they r so boyfriends! 😭😭😭😭😭😭 it should be illegal to read acswy while being single CAUSE I WANT TO BITE SOMEBODY SO BAD. so im gonna bite u guys. as a revenge for my poor heart. sorry.

first of all will with tote bag!!! mike with long sleeves and shorts!!! yes!! their fits r literally so perfect. i just have to say it.

the fact that will didn’t even bring his car key with him. he doesn’t hate mustang as much as he pretends 😭 and he definitely changed his mind after mikes explanation. can’t wait till will break his stupid rule and they’ll make out senselessly in it.

i got mikes reasoning for buying that car (and ted is an asshole in every universe. sorry that it happened to u thea) but he could choose less pretentious one 🙄 sorry i have a with aversion towards expensive cars. their drivers always think that they better than traffic regulations. anyway.

manual transmission is a crime against humanity and im glad that i never have to use it again. it wasn’t that bad on the road and changing gears doesn’t take much time but traffic lights became my arch enemies cause i always managed to stall on them 😭 i hope ur lessons were better btw. i feel that will will shake like chihuahua😭 plus it like one extra leg on the clutch and i have no idea how to not forget about it if u only drive automatic.

their not-date date cause they definitely aren’t dating they’re barely friends who love kiss each other on the mouth and hold hands and spend time together and tell each other their deepest secrets.

the things i felt when mike dropped wills hand in the car. i Know it was was a reason. and he totally recovered himself by holding wills pinky the entire way to the mall. i know their pinkies Hurt cause where’s no other way.

when they’ll find out that smooches at the center of the cafe is not really platonic. isn’t really platonic with kissing if we’re judging be their standards. The Kiss in the changing room though…. they literally obsessed with each other i can believe guys used to pretend they enemies 😭

someone brought up dwoht on relation to the thrift store and i can’t stop thinking about it

“u (authors) said there was nothing in the world that could stop it

i (i) had a bad feeling”

i loveeee noticing how their humor changed. will doesn’t want to hurt mike anymore he wants to laugh with him instead 💔 and he thinks mikes password is cute and loserish (it is) but he charmed by it omgggg!!!

im so glad that i spent this year with u guys (im finishing my comment in 2024!!!! happy new year!!!) and im excited to follow the story next year too. days if the updates became my favorite and brought me so much joy!!

thea, suni and andi thank u so much for ur talent and passion!! ily!! happy new year 🎉🎄🥳🎊🤶❄️

ALYAAAA i am SO sorry that i am the worst and it takes me forever to answer things but just know i have been holding this ask so close to my chest for the past million weeks bc it is so special to meeee 💗💗💗💗💗

i will accept the biting bc i am also biting someone. it is hard to WRITE it while being single wtf. every time i write a kiss scene i'm like gd who wants to kiss me..............i am here and kissless...........

that and also i think he was so eepy he didn't even Think abt bringing his keys but also lbr he knew mike was going to insist on driving lol. mike fr could have chosen a less pretentious car But i think mustangs are universally cool cars for sure and i think it's very important to mike to have a cool car so even tho it's not necessarily something he would have picked out himself i do also think that he loves it. a little bit. (<- a lot bit)

i've ended up not actually learning how to drive a manual bc me and my sister have both been busy so all of my knowledge for the next chapter is going to be thru research and osmosis so pls call me out if anything is incorrect 😭

sometimes you have to kiss your friends on the mouth!!!!! and go on a not-date date w them!!!!!!!!!! that is so totally normal!!!!!!!!!!!!! their pinkies definitely hurt so bad!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! they are obsessed w each other fr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

dwoht is not on the ch9.2 playlist but it is for suuuuure very will-coded for this stretch of the story if you even care.

we are so glad WEEE spent this year w YOUUU alya ty for supporting us and always leaving the sweetest most thoughtful comments 💗 i hope tht ch9.2 is everything you've ever dreamed of!!!!

[sarcasmandships]

his! do you have any peterick fic recommendations? i've already read all your works on ao3 and i'm waiting desperately for updates so until then i need something to read because i feel like i've already read soooo many fics and i'm running out of material plz help :)

hiiii, im glad you like my fics and I'm sorry im terrible at updating i used to be so consistent but uni is just killing me with assignments rn! but i promise the restaurant au will get an update soon and im planning to edit death by a thousand cuts before i add to it again cos im just not really happy with the quality of it, but that will also be coming soon i promise!

anyways onto what you're really asking about; recommendations. im not sure if you're looking for smut or stories with plot so here's just a mix of things i've really liked ( i suck at bookmarking things so I've just searched through my history and there's deffos stuff i've missed im sorry)

Literally just read kick me in the face & ask me how my head feels by fkingdeathwish today - devoured this in a few hours and this fic made me like stories in first person. its so good and also has the best andy/joe/pete friendship dynamics i was smiling the whole time. but also features a lot of petekey tho which might not be ur thing

(smut) going down, down by @pyrchance - i read this the other day and its 10/10

Anything by snitchesandtalkers but some of my favourites are i've been checking my list, crooked love, making out inside crashed cars (smut), silver screen dream, the antidote to everything (except for me), we're friends when you're on your knees (not finished but still so so worth reading), amateur pornographers (smut obvs), a little less 16 candles (a little more bite me)

brutal love by @notastumph- this one is so good but like i also had to take a 5 min break between chapters cos the angst and heartbreak was getting to me so much (in the best way)

and i'll burn by jiksa - just read the tags first

the house on rosewood lane by scarredsodeep - this one is so fucking good, i don't even like horror and i was obsessed with this and couldn't stop reading

hey doctor, i'm certifiable by derridoid (smut) - so good and the ending made me laugh sm

husband on the payroll by das_verlorence-kind - what can i say, i love the fake relationship trope

also ive changed my plea to guilty by das_verlorence_kind - again just check the tags incase it’s not ur thing

accidents will happen by rusty76

again pretty much everything by @annoyingpetekey but some favourites are (i just wanna) get some, so pretty (when you're on your knees), and come on (and fuck me like you doubt me) - all smut

That Schrodinger guy made some really good points, you know? by @earlgreytea68

but i'm reflecting light by looks_a_scream - this one is deffos a favourite

the purgatory of my hips by auralcosm

edgar allan potato by emeralcitydowntowngirl - another absolute favourite, i have such a soft spot for soulmate AUs but I've never read one as good as this, again features a lot of petekey but it is all in the past

to take what i'm given with grace by likeasugarcube - their whole 'marriage of convience' series is amazing but this is the main fic and it is sooo good

anything by littlesnowpea but favourites include love in the middle of a firefight, but there's no preparing for this, and nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy (pls read tags first tho)

december is for cynics by looks_a_scream - another favourite

secrets i don’t want to keep by perceived_nobility (although i think they’ve changed their name to invisible_man now) anyways this one is only accessible if you have an ao3 account but it is so so good an hurts in all the best ways, would advise paying attention to some of the tags tho

Also pretty much anything written by appleremix or vampyerika

Ok so I have like another 30+ pages in my history but this is already so long, so i hope you enjoy some of these assuming you haven't read them already!

[nickfowlerrr]

working on it

main masterlist

this is a list of all my wips (including requests) so we can all be on the same page in regards to what i have coming up 🖤

*these aren’t in any particular order - as you guys know, i write what i have inspiration to write and not in order of when requests were received or series were updated.* if you don't see your request on here, and did not get a response from me letting you know i'd be unable to write it, then i didn't receive it. feel free to send it in again if you'd like.

i saw @sweetpeapod’s “to do list” and it’s such a great idea i literally never would’ve thought to make one myself so all credit to her for this! 🥰

updated: 06/06/23

legend: actively writing • on hold/writer’s block • haven’t started

series

bucky barnes:

if i could - chapter five

keeping secrets - chapter seven

stucky:

trust me - chapter two

drabbles, one shots or continuations (not series)

andy barber:

waiting - pt 2

dark!professor andy

bucky barnes:

soft!dark bucky - basement wife

dark!brat tamer bucky

you can’t - pt 2

dark!ex bucky - pregnant reader (might not end up dark lolll)

when a stranger calls bucky

yandere mechanic bucky

“enemies” to lovers bucky

iou - pt 2…possible miniseries

enemies to lovers - one bed trope

die happy - chubby!reader

first time for everything - drabble

call it what you want to - pt 2

mean!bucky one shot

duke!bucky x duchess!reader (soft!dark?)

pro wrestler!bucky

charles blackwood:

dark!charles halloween fic

lee bodecker:

dark!lee - traveling!reader

dark!lee - salem witch trial

lloyd hansen:

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ransom drysdale:

delivery - one shot

mean!ransom one shot

nick fowler:

dark!nick - daddy’s dead - one shot

steve kemp:

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steve rogers:

mean!steve one shot

stucky:

dark! road trip fic (two stories in one/choose your own adventure)

royalty au

fumbling - drabble

fawn - pt 2

requests

humble request to the queen of my lil dark heart for your sluttiest a/b/o with your man of choice inspired by ‘hurt you’ by the weeknd 🖤

bucky barnes:

request/imagine: mafia bucky x reader where bucky is very obviously obsessed/infatuated with the reader and just wants her to be his but she plays hard to get (for some time) and starts hanging out with other men so he gets jealous and punishes her (smut if you want with degradation/humiliation kink idk💀) very new to tumblr so idk if im doing this right or not. thank you! 💘

Dearie write some angry seggs with Bucky barnes

Scenario 5 10 17 22 please & Dialogue prompts 32 and 38 please with bucky 😭 he’s a total grinch throughout but seeing the reader happy makes him happy and I love the grumpy x sunshine trope🤤😮‍💨

Hey yo! I'm not sure if you're still accepting Christmas prompts or anything (I've absolutely loved reading them) But I've been listening to this song on repeat and idk, I can just imagine the reader singing it to Buck on their first christmas together, and him falling even more in love with them. Anywho, happy holidays, can't wait to read anything and everything you bless us all with 🥰❤️🎄

What would have happened in a AU version of your dark biker Bucky finding his soulmate finally…and also meeting her husband?

What if the reader had a really toxic husband who wouldn’t let her go or let their divorce proceed unless she cheated on him? Only the man she picks for her affair, Bucky Barnes, is WAY worse than her husband and she doesn’t realize until it’s too late? (No idea though if this is like a mobster Bucky or Winter Solider or some other profession)

a bucky fic of any length based on this text exchange with my husband (who’s deployed) ((i’m the red bubble lol)) 🥹 you work is magic so i trust however you wanna take this

Bellllaaaaa hiiii:) I’m hooked on biker/bartender bucky(even tattoo artist bucky) with fucking Tats right now and I’d totally love if you could maybe write him and chubby/plus sized reader having a flirty relationship, maybe they’re like a fling or something. She works at his bar/tattoo shop, whichever au you pick, and they’re just fucking flirty and so naughty together lol. Smut is always welcomed!! Thank u bby in advance<3 mwahhh🥺💋

Was curious if you could do a TFAWS Bucky request? Reader is a curvy plus size gal, and Sam has been trying and trying to get Bucky to ask her out. Then one day, he finds her really upset and self conscious… He finally lets his true feelings show, trying to make her feel better… maybe it turns into more? 👀🥰 Like…. ‘Let me just show you how beautiful you are..’ kinda thing lol. I really hope that made sense ☠️☠️

charles blackwood:

Hello there I want to ask... Do you still write Charles blackwood x reader fanfic? It has to be very romantic but very naughty. Charles being very sexy and dominating. It is also the reader's very first time with him too. Can it include a photo of Charles as well? Thanks x

max burnett:

Hi can I request a max Burnett x plus!size reader.

nick fowler:

Okay, speaking of thots, having the Nick Fowler says something sexy in Romanian and leaves gifs back-to-back with the 'no, I'm not okay; I should be sucking his dick rn" thot was— 🥵 Think you could combine those two into a little (or big, would not complain 😉) something something? 😘🤍 👉🏻👈🏻

I’m reading a book about the history evolution of dating, and it has this section on sugar daddies and babies. Apparently a lot of sugar babies are warned not to fall for their daddies, but the women report that usually it’s the other way around and the men fall for them. So what about a soft dark mafia Nick who quickly gets obsessed with his sugar baby reader? He just get more intense the more she denies an emotion connection because it’s just bad business on her end.

pwyc! bucky:

Hi I loved your Pretty when you cry series read it twice already and you did a amazing job 🥰 I was wondering if you could write the reader from that series being catcalled by some creep and dark biker Bucky witnesses it and completely losing it and defending her and maybe it ends with some fluff I hope you have a lovely day or night ❤️

OK maybe After Reading your Dark Soulmate Story I want/need more 😁 So I was thinking about Bucky and the Curvy Reader. Was there ever a time when Bucky Breaks down and cry? Like, He is so Hurt that he is Not Angry but gets really sad? How would the Reader react? How would Bucky himself react? Thanks again For creating These two and thank you For your time🖤 i Love them.

Hi Bella! So you’re my fav tumblr writer and I’m never gonna get over pwyc cause it’s pretty fucking amazing, and I don’t know if you’re taking requests for drabbles or anything like that, but I thought I might as well ask! So imagine that Bucky and Y/N have been living together for a while and things have been great, but Bucky is thinking of proposing, but Y/N is so not ready to get married or have kids, and her and Bucky get into a huge fight over it, and maybe she briefly moves out, and Bucky is basically lost but like also super angry cause we all know he doesn’t take rejection too well, but in the end they make up and by that I mean smut, and you can decide if they get engaged or not, but yeah that’s basically it

Hi! I love pwyc so much then when i saw the new trust series was from you I did a little happy dance! I was wondering if i could request a little drabble of what would happen if reader found out she was pregant and how biker Bucky would react? If not no pressure honestly love all your fics thanks for sharing them with us!

Belllllllaaaaa I have a request to make for pwyc series💕❤️ Imagine bucky getting possessive and jealous of readers coworkers, the reader trying to escape when he thought they were finally getting somewhere in their relationship…..😬😬 would he be angry or upset just love feral bucky 🫣😭🥵

Pwyc reader having nightmare about that night Bucky raped her. While dark!pwyc Bucky is sleeping right next to her. So reader started crying in her sleep,tears and all (cause that's what she does best) from the nightmare with him in it and woke Bucky up. Bucky can tell what it was about and started to soothe her nightmares the only way his perverted ass knows how. He started nuzzling and kissing her neck all over and kiss all her all over her face including her lips,eyes and her tears away while his hands roam all over her body to wake her up. Reader woke up still crying and Bucky ended up giving her the most gentlest (?),angsty or passionate sex? Idk,it doesn't have to be gentle. Just like really angsty and passionate in a really pwyc dark!Bucky way to show reader he's her only choice no matter what so she just gonna learn how to love him and get over her fear and nigthmare with the fear and nightmare himself. And maybe some angsty stomach flipping aftercare afterwards. Dark! request ofc. This can be during pwyc or after pywc,it's up to you. Reader being a crybaby makes this fic special to me :,D Been looking for a pic like this. Thank you so much and sorry if my English sucks a lil. I try. Tysm again 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

Hiii Bella!! I love your writing so much, you're very talented 😍 I found the pwyc series about three days ago and I've read it twice 😅 I wasn't that productive at work ig 🤣 as a curvy girl myself who falls very close into the description of the reader/soulmate who loves Bucky, I felt very satisfied. So... I'm rubbish at requests but I thought I would like to ask for something and it's nice that you're kind and understanding so I don't feel too anxious about doing so 👀 so... what about reader going out shopping a dress for an occasion (idk what exactly, something formal-ish ig... a birthday party/dinner maybe?) and the shop assistants make her feel bad by saying things like "we don't have clothes in that big of a size, miss" or "this doesn't suit your fat thighs/stomach" (this has happened a lot to me, unfortunately)? And she gets home sad and spends all week self-loathing and insecure, wearing very baggy clothes and starving herself and pwyc bucky doesn't exactly get what's going on because she doesn't want to discuss it but he feels how down she feels and worries. Then he hears her explaining the experience to eva and he becomes a man on a mission. He has one thing in mind; to shower her with compliments, sweet nothings and have beautiful, passionate and rough sex with her 😏 (and also decides to punch whoever said sh*t about his girl). Thank youuu 💜💜 P.S. Sorry if this was too long☺️

hiii so i just thought of pwyc fluff (bc i love two hopeless romantics) so uhhh what if reader gives bucky a pet name? calls him "love" in front of his friends and bucky just melts and swoons

I just want pwyc reader and bucky to have kids 🫣😬😂 it would be so unexpected and I’m sure bucky would be super excited even if the news comes out of the blue 🥺🥺💕💕 it would be so funny though 😂😂

Just finished your dark soulmate Bucky fic-absolutely loved it, stayed up WAY too late reading it because I couldn’t stop. I was wondering if kids are ever discussed between them? I feel like no for both of them because Bucky seems too greedy to share the reader/lose time with her and I don’t know if the reader would really want babies with him after their start, even if she’s forgiven him. But I do wonder what would happen to Bucky’s mindset-does having a daughter make him realize any new aspects of what he did? Does a son make him worry about raising a man who could do what Bucky did to his own soulmate?

I have a pwyc prompt! Reader borrows Bucky’s beloved car as hers is in his shop. He tells her to be careful as it’s his baby. She misjudges a turn and wrecks it, only gets minor cuts/bruises but goes hospital to get checked out in case concussion. She doesn’t want to see bucky - freaking out about seeing him and admitting she crashed his baby but of course his main worries lie with someone else’s welfare!

what if reader wasn't bucky's soulmate but he wants her anyway. (long request)

Sorry in advance if this is too indulgent even for fanfic, but would you be interested in a prompt where pwyc Bucky is thrilled that the reader is gaining weight? Either because he takes it as a sign that she’s happy so she eating more, they’re going out on fun dates and have delicious things to eat or they’re spending too much time together for her to work out, etc etc. but he’s super into it. And loves to show it, especially during moments when she’s upset about it? So it’s something positive instead of negative.

Hi Bella. Love your work and love that you write curvy/plus size reader as I’m a curvier girl myself. I was wondering if you could write a Drabble/fic with pwyc bucky worshipping/praising reader’s bigger body - maybe she’s having a bad self image day or similar and he kisses all of her curves and lumps/bumps because he genuinely adores her figure and also is very much turned on by her even if she sometimes worries his muscular frame would be better suited to smaller partners as he’s so in shape.

This but she hurts herself bad?🤔🥺

“You come across any other kinks you wanna try, you just let me know. You know I’ll do anything for you, pretty girl.” Hmm how about breeding kink combined with marking kink. I believe the possessive side of Bucky here would absolutely eat this up and be feral. Would love to see your take on this, but if you don’t want, that’s okay! Thank youuu! 🫶🏻

Hi Bella! I have an idea for a PWYC Drabble please don’t feel obligated to respond or make it. So today I was walking and some total jerks yelled out the window calling me fat. I wonder how Bucky would either comfort reader or handle it. I know you have something similar with your knight drabble. Thank you for all of the incredible work you’ve given us, this is my favorite series of all time— you’re a great writer. ♥️🥹

Hi! I’m a huge fan of PWYC and I was wondering if you thought about doing a pregnancy one shot, or multiple shots related to Bucky and reader starting a family? I’m curious how the dynamic would be considering how Bucky already acts towards reader and how he tends to be very loving but also on consistent watch over reader. If you don’t like the idea or aren’t interested that’s totally okay too!

steve rogers:

I would love to see a stalker Steve Rogers who thinks he’s “courting” you when he buys you presents off your (private) wishlists, takes care of chores around the house when you’re sleeping or away, has lunch delivered to your workplace for you, etc. (sure it’s scary and weird all these things are happening to you, but I would also like to come home to packages on my porch and my lawn mowed, you know?)

[andi-is-bored]

andi, 19, she/her, gemini <3 (more info below)

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hiii :) my last intro post sucked and i haven’t been back in awhile so i thought i’d tell people im still alive <3

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(THE BASICS)

american (could you guess from the everything about me?)

unlabeled

music lover 🎤

iced coffee obsessed (it’s the only thing getting me through the day)

spends wayyyyy too much time online

i’m not super active right now but i try and come back when i can to stay in the loop (i also miss my people <3)

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(HOBBIES)

reading, video games, listening to music, coloring, and uhhhhh, other things probably? i’ll update if i start doing other things lol

(MUSIC)

ashe, ricky montgomery, hozier, gracie abrams, olivia rodrigo, dua lipa, taylor swift, finneas, maneskin, daisy grenade, chappell roan.

(FANDOMS)

harry potter (fuck jkr) marvel/mcu, lockwood & co, star wars, criminal minds, percy jackson, overwatch, gilmore girls, ted lasso, and more probably lol.

(BOOKS)

percy jackson & the olympians, the lunar chronicles, legendborn by tracy deonn, vicious by v. e. schwab, the undertaking of hart and mercy by megan bannen, simon vs the homosapians agenda by becky albertalli, geekerella by ashley poston, a good girls guide to murder by holly jackson, grim by stephanie phillips (comic) the adventure zone by the mcelroy brothers (graphic novel)

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i’m not sure what else i should add, if i forget anything i’ll probably update this post cause i hate redoing this stuff all over again. thank you for reading and everything, bye <333

[andrewknightley]

What's your favourite fanart you've ever done for any fandom? Or a few if you can't choose one 😎

GOD why wont you choose a more harder question mmmmmmmmmm MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

OK SO A BUNCH OF MY FANARTS IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER THAT I HAVE A SPECIAL PLACE IN MY HEART

I peaked with this silly lil dragon age inquisition comic

Im here like. great expressions nice style. good job past me

2. This collection too of life is strange

the effort i put into drawing those clothes after going to a fashion museum.... would be nice to be that detail oriented again

3. This Fire emblem three houses comic

i was liek. yeah no effort at all into drawing the guys. that's not what matters here. also this is me when i see pretty girls

4. this one andy drawing. i got a tshirt with it for a reason (the reason is i love andy) and now i got 2 of those shirts cause there was a mistake

5. this one of the umineko ladies

i was gonna call it "3 milfs and (redacted)" but the fandom would had killed me for saying i dont wanna fuck one of them. not saying who tho but you know is not kyrie cause is the one i drew hotter (the one with short hair)

also i must say that this question makes me notice that when time pass i do like my original art more than my fanart but fanart gives me the Happiness when i obsess over something so, they are different happiness xD

[awesomehoggirl]

i love the concept of weekly report (reading eating playing obsessing recommending treating) so much!!! heres mine :)

reading: i was just gifted andy warhol’s ‘popism’ by my bff so im starting that!! i also just read of kenneth goldsmith’s ‘uncreative writing’ for a class project and it was really interesting

eating: random but ive been obsessed with raw carrots as a snack ive been getting through literal packets of carrots every week. loving prawns too

playing: not really been gaming :( but i guess this can also mean watching soooo i am a season into gossip girl and loving it, also started succession and saw a few early eps of girls and outnumbered! didnt really get into girls but outnumbered was hilarious. and obvs satc

obsessing: gossip girl especially blair waldorf & jennie humphreys styling, marithe + françois girbaud fall 2005, garden peas

recommending: i recommended her already on here but ive been reading her work again this week… lucia berlins short stories. they will change your life. also putting on an idealised aestheticised grwm/sunday reset while getting up or cleaning for motivation

treating: mango fiesta ultra monster 😭 and tesco meal deals… prawn salad + mango + energy drink is my siren call every day