#in my mind it's like. a soda. coca-cola.

[vampiregeese]

the dynamic ever

[britneyshakespeare]

i met her in a club down in old soho where you drink champagne and it tastes just like moxie cola

[virgobitch1994]

i really want to understand diet coke enjoyers so badly and im so sorry to any diet coke fans for what im about to say but diet coke literally tastes like pennies. like pepsi. like flat coke. it straight up just tastes BAD to me. why would you drink diet coke when coke zero is literally right there....... she is zero sugar but still tastes like how god intended a coke to taste like !

[ranchiballz]

Operation Wingman

Pairing: Darry Curtis x F!reader

Word count: 1271

Description: Y/N is a new employee at Jim’s burger joint in Tulsa, Oklahoma. Ponyboy and Sodapop have been on a mission of helping Darry find a gal.

Authors note: heyyy. so, i’ve been gone. for like a whole year. my bad g. but anyways here’s part two when i publish it -

You push through the swinging door into the kitchen of the small but homely neighborhood diner, Jim's Burger Joint. The smell of fresh beef and fries hits your nose. You almost wince at how pungent it is, but then remember the smell of your other diner job at the Dingo. That place was the most rundown diner filled with robbers and pedos left and right. You couldn't go a day in that joint without something being stolen from you, whether it was your wallet or your innocence. You would have stayed if it wasn't for the never ending impending doom and soulless labor that they put you through. A dinging sound and the sound of shuffling boots pulls you out of your thoughts.You roll your way out of the kitchen and to the front counter.

“Come on Pony! Just one fresh soda and then we can go, I'll even get you a milkshake.” Says a chipper young boy with a wink, flashing a bright smile.

“But the movie starts in 30 minutes, Soda.  Johnny will be waiting for us . I don't want him to be alone. And why can't you just get a coke at the movies?” States an even younger boy.

“Because, child, their coke isn't as… crisp as this fine establishments.” The accentuation on the word crisp really pulled it all together. By the looks of them you had to guess they were Brothers. The slicked greasy hair, the soft eyes, the sibling banter.

 “Fine, but if Darry gives us shit about not being where we are supposed to, I'm blaming you.” The boy pouts. Both of them walk over to the end of the counter and take the last two seats. You quickly deliver a few burgers to the men at the bar counter. Each one looks at you, winks, thanks you, then digs into their oily fries like they haven't eaten in days. You make a face of disgust then smile when they notice. You roll your way over to the two young boys.

“Hi there, sorry about the wait, what can I get for you boys today?” You say pulling out your pad and a pen, you click the pen as you wait for the boys to give you their orders. As you look up you can see the youngest one staring at you. He sees you notice and looks down at his lap. The other boy is still looking at the menu of drinks. You can see the thoughts pondering in his mind, he was acting like this decision would be his last.

“Hm lets see here, a nice Coca- Cola sounds good, but i haven't had a Dr. Pepper in a while…” The boy continues to contemplate his decision. Your shoulders slump in boredom as he takes what feels like years to decide. You can feel your eyelids get heavy until you are interrupted again by his loud and excited voice. “Ok i will have one large, no, medium. No wait! Large, Dr. Pepper!” You jot down his drink and turn to the other boy.

“And for you?”

“Just a chocolate shake please, Ma’am, Thank you.” The younger boy says. You smile at them and nod as you skate off to back to grab their drinks.

“She's new here, right? Have you seen her here?” Ponyboy says turning to Soda 

“Nope haven't seen her til’ now. Hey, she's a pretty good looking gal” Soda says with a smirk on his face. “Wanna pull the good ol’ operation wingman?” Pony gave soda a disapproving look. Operation wingman was Soda's way of saying ‘Hey! That's a cute girl! Lets harass her into giving her number to their older brother because he's just a grumpy, lonely, muscle man that needs a loving gal in his life.’ Has it ever worked? No. Is that gonna stop him? Absolutely not.

“I don’t know Soda… The last time we did it we got in huge trouble, I mean, Darry got slapped. Can you imagine what would happen if it goes even worse?” Pony mentioned.

“First of all, Slapping her butt wasn't the original plan. I just HAPPENED to mention it to Two-Bit. He did it, then Darry paid the price. In all honesty I thought it would work.” Soda rebuked 

“Really, that was your plan. Wow you are quite the genius.”

“Hey woah man now don't get ugly on me.”

“Soda, I don't know. Shouldn't we let Darry find love for himself?”

“That workaholic is never gonna find a date. He goes to work, comes home, showers, reads his newspaper , and then goes to bed. No gal finds that attractive. He needs major help. I mean, the last time he talked to a woman was Mrs. Crawly down the road asking if he could get her cat down the tree.” Soda rants on. If Darry were here he would say otherwise. ( but yes that is the last time he had a conversation with a lady).

“I don’t know Soda, she's new, I don't want to scare her off already. And maybe she's a soc.”  Pony fights back.

“Oh come one man. Believe in something. Believe…” Soda looks at Pony with a pleading look. He knew that he was just trying to help his brother. But Soda wasn't Darry. Darry was a charming guy, but not like Soda. Soda had a natural effect on women and never struggled. So when he sees his brother struggling to get anywhere in life romantically, he plays cupid… more or less.

 Pony looks at the window through the diner to the kitchen, catching a glimpse of you. You were a pretty girl and from the sounds of it you were nice as well. Welcoming customers, smiling at them. You had just a nice smile overall, a very bright and kind one. Pony knew Darry needed someone like that. Almost on cue you started walking out with their drinks

“Fine, but we are doing it my way this time.” Pony whispers to Soda but quickly shuts up before you get there. 

“Alrighty boys here you go! Is that all for you today? You say pulling out your pen and pad.

“Yep, Thank you Ma’am. Um, but do you know when you guys close. Me and my friends were planning on coming in later.”  Pony takes a long swig of his shake. “And I-I mean this is the best shake I have ever had. If you are here tonight, would you be able to make me another one?” Ponys' request was sly and smart. Asking the perfect questions, all while keeping it subtle. You couldn't help but smile at the compliment. ‘What a weird thing to say’ you thought to yourself.

“Well lucky you, I'm actually closing today. The best time to come is 10. After rush, but before all them truckers come in. Guess I'll be seeing y’all tonight then” You smiled and handed them the bill and walked off to help another customer. Ponyboy looked at Soda with a smug look. Soda then looked at the clock and panic spread over his face.

“Shoot Pony we gotta go! We're gonna be late!” Soda yelled as he hopped off the bar stool and pulled out enough to cover the bill and a dollar as a tip. Pony and Soda ran out the door of the diner, But Pony hesitated and ran back inside. 

“What's your name Ma’am!” Pony yells in, grabbing everyone's attention.You whipped your head back. 

“Y/N!”  You yelled back. Ponyboy nodded and ran out the door again. You shook your head, and thought to yourself ‘what a bunch of funny kids’.

[charlie-pippin-faraday]

so i started playing danganronpa 2 for myself (rather than watching youtubers play it, which i have done previously). and i was real excited to finally explore some of the nitty gritty details

and i thought to myself oh i wonder if they're gonna make any jokes about soda's name, like i constantly make to myself in my own head. but then i thought oh this game was originally in japanese, i know nothing about the japanese language, maybe the word "soda" isn't the same over there and there won't be as many hilarious soda wordplay jokes as i was hoping, guess i'll just have to wait and see

needless to say i lost my absolute fucking MIND the first time i opened soda's report card

[i didn't actually take this screenshot myself i copied it from the internet but i did open it in-game]

you tellin me the man named soda loves coca-cola and hates coke zero??? and as of right now in the prologue this is the ONLY thing i know about him? perfect amazing 10/10 no notes. A++++ jokes this is beyond what i was hoping for

[billskeis]

hi, can u do 2008!tom x waitress!reader at a small cute coffee shop and they just like eachother after this n stuff (the rest is what u come up with!) tyy

ᡣ𐭩 tom and his waitress

the bell attached to the door jingles as people walk in and out within the cafe. it was a quaint sunday and the twins were just out and about looking for places to kill time as they just moved for the new school year.

it was a small town where everybody knew everyone and there was basically only one high school for them to attend there. bill didn’t mind the secluded area but his brother did.

“coffee? but you don’t drink that shit..” bill asked his twin brother.

“sshshhshshshush! you—you just have to wait and see..” tom exclaimed as he left his little brother confused, following behind him.

the sweet yet bitter aroma of coffee wafted around the small establishment. it was quite cute. european style. plants decorated the interior while the furniture was mostly that of dark oak, some of the windows were stained glass and classic jazz played in the background.

and there you stood, wiping down a small table with a clean, or could be dirty towel rag that hasn’t been thrown out—but still useful for who knows how long now.

your work uniform entailed that of just a slim fitting white tee as you wore blue skinny jeans that accentuated your curves. the dark brown apron only amplifying that as it was tied oh so tight around your waist, a bow behind to finish the look off altogether.

hair laid in a neat ponytail, your fringe framing your face and jawline just right. tom couldn’t help but stare, bill attempting to look around first until he found what his brother was staring at.

and of course, it was you.

“oh.. now i see,”

“isn’t she beautiful, bill?”

“mmhm, do you know her name?”

“nope! this is my first time entering in actually, i’ve passed by this coffee shop maybe two or three times?? never had the balls to actually WALK IN unless i brought you,”

“…”

“what?”

“you’re fucking lame.”

“oh shut up—hey! what’re you doing!?” tom semi shouts at bill as the slimmer twin attempts to push tom’s somewhat burly body closer to the table you were cleaning at.

“making a move tom, since it took ya this fucking long!” bill yelled at his brother to his surprise was able to even move him an inch? had bill been working out? tom stumbled as he was now met with your table and obviously, you.

“o-oh! hello! welcome!” you smiled brightly and put on your best customer service voice as you were met with two peculiar but cute looking boys who seemed around your age.

looking and analyzing them more made you question whether the pair were a set of twins.

“i uh.. uh.. can we sit here?” the baggier clothed wearing one asked you as the latter facepalmed himself. “of course you can silly, please sit! my name is y/n, what can i get you guys to drink?” you immediately shove the rag down into one of your apron pockets and pull out a small notebook and pen, clicking it in anticipation to write what they request.

as the two analyzed the small menu engraved on the table, the black haired boy spoke “i’ll do a caffé mocha, please,” as you scribble his order down now looking at the dread haired boy.

“coca cola.” he answered.

“a huh?” you asked, hearing him well, you were just, confused.

“a coke..?”

“no—sorry—i heard you the first time it’s just, you want soda at a cafe??”

bill looked at his brother as if he was totally and utterly fucking stupid. one could say, you can hear bill exhale so hard from disappointment that the amount of air that dispelled out of him could probably blow someone away.

“well shit, ummm what do you recommend?” the boy asks eagerly as he leans his body closer to yours while sitting in the chair. excitingly waiting for your answer.

it is said that someone’s coffee order says a lot about them.

you press your pen to your chin as you held the notebook under your arm. giving it some thought, you yourself weren’t the coffee drinker but now having worked in a cafe for soo long it become a part of your personality. “hm..”

“i would have to go for a flat white!”

“flat white it is then, y/n :).”

you write down his order, clicking the pen.

“alrighty! could i get your names please?”

“tom.”

“bill.”

“okay tom and bill, give me ten minutes!”

you skip away to begin working on their drinks as tom waves you away, bill just watching him, “your ass is grass tom,”

“i don’t know what you mean,”

“you. head over heels for some girl you couldn’t even talk to!”

“aren’t you the one preaching about love at first sight though?? yeah, come talk to me when you’ve actually got that.”

“eat shit, tom.”

“get some bitches, bill.”

“aaand i’m back! i hope my two new and favourite customers haven’t been waiting too long!” you place down the mugs gently on the table as you hold the large plastic serving tray behind your back. “nono, you could’ve taken as much time as you needed,” a smile coming from tom as bill rolls his eyes quickly enough at tom that you don’t see but returns the smile.

tom brings the cup to his lips as he takes a sip of the brewed beverage. he licks his lips whereas a remnant of the foam encoated and slightly smacks them to review the flavour.

unknowingly, you were anticipating his reaction more than bills. maybe it was because of how he looked at you, with such attention. or how he was way more willing to speak to you than bill was.

your stomach felt uncomfortable with a thumpy feeling, you choose to ignore it.

“soo.. how is it?”

“amazing.. i’ve never had coffee this good in my life!”

the uncomfortable feeling in your stomach grew stronger. your cheeks also somewhat felt warmer. a beating in your chest that just would not go away.

did he see it yet?

“yay! i’m so glad :D what about you bill?”

“couldn’t have been any better,”

“well, i’ll leave you alone—i have other customers, but do let me know if you need or want anything else!”

a silence was met as you left the table where the two young boys sat. they looked at one another, knowingly. telepathically. it’s like one knew that something was wrong with the other and it didn’t even need to be spoken.

“tell the truth tom.. how was it,”

“it was fucking terrible..”

tom contorted his face in disgust as he lifted up the mug to his face once more to breathe in the smell of the coffee.

how can something that smells so good taste like shit?

he kept his disgusted face plastered on as bill giggled at his brother’s antiques. that was until you innocently made eye contact with him and smiled, to which he just begins chugging the coffee (yes, burning his throat in the process) signalling you a thumbs-up as you laugh at him.

it wasn’t that the flat white you made was bad. you were the best barista in the tiny shop, and at such a young age too! it was that no matter how much tom drank it or whatever type of coffee that tom drank.

he. fucking. hated it.

“wow, you got it bad for her huh..”

“shut up.. i need her number now. i can’t keep drinking this nasty shit.”

as tom played with the tiny spoon that he used to mix his coffee within the mug, bill’s eyed widened at the sight that sat below him on the table, slightly gasping, “tom!”

“what? what is it?” tom now looked at bill who’s smiling and holding up a piece of paper. it was the napkin that decorated the circular plate accompanied with your mug.

there on it was decorated a subtle lipgloss stained kiss along with some writing.

“call me xxx-xxx-xxx c:”

bill wiggled the napkin in front of his twin brother at tom gripped it out of his grasp quickly but softly enough to not rip or ruin the frail napkin.

“well it looks like she beat you to it.”

he looked up from the napkin to watch you interact and tend to other customers. god he wishes that were him instead of some stranger, making you smile and laugh like that. it was almost criminal at the impact you had on him.

you catch tom and bill staring at you as you work, bill obviously looking away but tom kept his gaze on you. you noticed that he held a napkin in his hand as his whole body was shifted towards your direction.

wink.

“holy sh1@!8 bill! did you see that she winked at me!!”

tom swears he can feel his heart come out his chest as he clutches the enlarged shirt from the upper middle of his torso that draped over his body.

“i didn’t, but if you really wanted let’s go pay now before she gets off cash!”

“i—i can’t bill, here take the money,” as tom shoves a $20 bill into his brother’s hand as he makes his way towards the exit, “tell her i said i had to walk georg—i mean, our dog!!”

“but..! ugghhh…”

“chickened out? was the napkin too much?” you ask bill as you cash out the money he gave you, returning the extra change by placing the coins into the palm of bill’s hand.

bill scoffs and almost laughs, “i don’t think so, i think he’s just a pussy. but he reallllyyy likes you, like, it’s insane i’ve never seen him act like this before.”

“haha.. well, you take care bill! i’ll see you at school tomorrow!” waving the twin brother away as he makes his way outside the cafe. “bye y/n!” bill had totally and completely forgotten that today was a sunday and monday was going to be their first day back in senior year.

...

wait.

“y/n goes to our school!?”

[swee7dream]

haii!!! i saw u posted the 127 masterlist im SO excited to see what u write for them (and wayv in the near future)

could u write cg! yuta w a little!f! reader whos regressing around him for the first timr... thatd be cute methinks :3 thank u for ur time and consideration

- @aeriaeri

greetings and introductions cg!yuta x reader

genres agere content, established relationship, fluff warnings i wrote about watching a movie i've never seen before, indirect mention of yuta as an idol dni if you sexualize age regression word count 1802

Yuta has done lots of hard things in his life. Really hard things.

He’s traveled to a foreign country with nothing but a dream and a Japanese-to-Korean dictionary. He’s lived all of his adult life in front of a camera and under the harsh criticisms of the internet. He’s watched his friends (read: Haechan and Taeyong) live-react to his acting projects in person.

But no matter what he’s experienced in the past, it’s always the now that feels the most threatening and terrifying. Now that he’s standing outside of your door, Yuta feels his heart in his throat and his stomach and coming out of his-

The undoing of your lock pulls him out of his thoughts, gulping and clutching the large stuffed animal he ordered a couple of days ago closer to his chest.

He hopes you like him.

“Hey.” You don’t look at him in the eyes when you open the door, only step back for him to come in. “How was the trip?”

“Fine. Good.” He clears his throat into his free hand as he steps in, looking around your place. It’s not as if he hasn’t been here before. He’s come over several times, the number of sleepovers innumerable in his mind. “You?”

It’s a Sunday, you have no reason to be out at all today. Still, you answer, relocking the door as he takes off his shoes and places them next to yours.

“Fine too. Take a seat,” you invite, shuffling your way to the kitchen. “I’m getting a glass of water. You want one?”

“I’ll take a coke if you have any.”

“You got it.”

You take the bottle from the fridge, still as full as the last time your boyfriend came over because you hate how the carbonation bites the inside of your throat when it goes down. You’re careful when pouring it, the light foam takes over more and more of the glass until it nearly overflows, the soda itself filling only about 20% of the glass.

As you wait for the bubbles to fizzle out so you can pour again, Yuta takes a spot on your couch. He’s stiff as a doll, feeling almost strange that his knees didn’t creak when he sat down. This apartment that has your scent and all your belongings, it’s the same but oh so different all at once. He feels almost stupid for not noticing all these little things before.

Under his feet is the fluffy green rug with no table over it, left open for napping and drawing and crafting. It’s an incomplete picture, being able to see your figure in his mind but not any details because… he hasn’t met you yet. Not this side of you that you’ve shown to a number of people you could count on one hand.

“Babe.”

The bottle of Coca-Cola is back in the fridge and you’re standing in front of him now. It’s the first time you meet each other’s eyes today and the anxieties of the past 24 hours seem to flow out through the spaces in his teeth, revealed when he smiles.

Your standing in between his legs gives him the perfect chance to wrap his arms around your torso and pull you close enough for him to rest his chin on your tummy.

“I missed you,” he says.

“I missed you too,” you reply, feeling somewhat cocky at the familiar lovesick look on Yuta’s face. He makes you feel loved and loveable. It’s strange, but you can’t help but want to monopolize that expression to only you like a dragon with its hoard of treasure. “Can you take your soda now? My hand is freezing.”

“Mmm… can’t I just hold you a little longer? Please?” he whines, dropping his nose to tickle your stomach.

“You can hold me on the couch, you big baby.”

You hear mumbles of ‘it’s not the same’ but he relents, taking the glass from you so you can curl up next to him, throwing the blanket folded over the back of the sofa on your lap when you begin feeling cold. The doll Yuta brought is crushed between the couch arm and his side when he scooches over to make room for you to lay next to him.

“I’m nervous,” you admit, cheek on his upper arm.

That gets a hum of confusion from him, echoing out from the glass as he drinks.

“Why?”

“What if I scare you off? What if you’re, like, ‘yeah no, I’m checking out of this freakshow.’?”

“’I’m checking out of this freakshow’?” He smiles and you can’t help but break too. It’s ridiculous for him to say that, especially to you of all people, but it usually takes expressing your anxieties aloud to re-realize that.

“…anyway. Put on something on the TV.” You tap him gently.

“Cirque de Soleil?”

“You’re annoying.”

“Moulin Rouge?”

“If you don’t-”

“Oh, I got it! Dumbo.” He struggles for a moment before pulling the soft plush doll of a gray elephant in his hand. He holds it like an award with a grin so wide you wouldn’t have guessed his heart is nearly beating out of his chest, hoping he didn’t push you when you’re not ready yet.

You glare at him for a good five seconds in silence, the tilt of his head faking innocence.

“Do what you want.” You sigh at his smugness, gently taking the toy into your hands, your thumbs coursing over the fur before holding it close.

“I always do, baby.” Your face is peppered in kisses that taste like coke. “You like it?”

“It’s okay.”

—

The original 1941 motion picture Dumbo is considered one of the studio's shortest animated films at 64 minutes long. It doesn’t take long for the two of you to get comfortable, ten minutes in fact.

Around 20 minutes in, Yuta called for the smart home assistant to turn the lights down and give you a smirk (“What a thoughtful gift! I wonder who was so considerate so as to buy you something like that.”). Around minute 42 is when he notices how quiet you’ve gotten, looking over to see you with your thumb’s nail in between your teeth and a twinkle his mind is trying to help him recall in his memories in your unblinking, focused eyes.

He’s seen it before, when you went to the amusement park, playing carnival games; and the times you’ve gone to the mall, walking past the toy stores.

“You okay, baby?”

“Okay…” you mumble in response.

The person who is not okay is him. Once again he’s stiffened up. The realization that you’ve probably slipped in front of him has his heart in his throat again. It’s not like the other times, this time he knows what’s going through your mind and you don’t have to push down your instincts. He’s not going to mess this up for you, he promised to himself.

—

Yuta doesn’t know how to not mess this up, he realizes a minute later. So he chooses to not do or say anything at all unless you ask him to. It’s a good strategy, he comes to discover.

As the credits roll, you begin to speak, Yuta takes note of its softness, the rhythm your words have different than usual. You’re still you, obviously, but he can’t help but think about how truly different the air around you has become, as if there were another person that you shared a body with and he can’t help but love just as much as he does you.

“Like Dumbo’s mama. ‘s a good mama.”

“…yeah. She sure is, baby.”

“Wish I had a mama like Dumbo’.”

“Why’s that?”

”She just so nice. She beats up all o’ Dumbo’s mean bullies and doesn’ even blame him when she goes to lelephant jail.”

“She is pretty nice,” he agrees, eyes crinkling at your attempt at the word ‘elephant’. “You know what? I want to be like Dumbo’s mama too. I wanna protect you just like she does her baby.”

“Yuta wanna be my mama?”

“Well, I’m a boy, baby.” He laughs, gazing softly at the genuine twinkle in your eyes. “…but I can be your mama. Anytime you want me to.”

“Mean it?”

“Yeah, baby. Of course I mean it.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Pinky promise?”

The moment makes him smile. This is you, the one who manages to console him even though he’s the one who had to cancel your date. The one who brings him coffee at crazy hours when not even the sun is awake. The one he introduced to his family with his chest puffed out and never regretted since.

But it’s also not.

This is a part of you that hasn’t gone through any of those things yet and does not worry about things like gas prices or separating whites from colored. At this moment, when the credits to Dumbo roll on the TV and rain begins to hit the windows of the apartment, you’re a brand new canvas. Right here, right now, it’s as if none of the bad things that you’ve gone through ever happened and he’s able to block them out from happening again for you.

Loosening your grip on the elephant plushie you hold tight to your chest, Yuta slips his hand into yours and locks your pinky fingers. To seal the oath, he brings your hand up to his lips, still connected with his.

“Pinky promise.”

“So nice to me. I love you lots.” You sigh satisfactorily, your turn to rub your nose on him like he did less than two hours ago. “But Yuta not a mama.”

His fingers settle on the top of your head, dark eyebrows raised when he looks down at you, eyes shut with tiredness.

“No?”

“No.” You mumble into his shirt. “Dun’ like it. Want ‘nother name.”

“What if I like Mama?” He whispers, trying not to wake you from this half-submersion you’re in inside Morpheus’ arms. His bottom lip pouts out, trying to replicate just how adorable you look to him, fully aware of how he could never compare.

“No.”

“Aw man. Okay, baby. We’ll figure out another name for me another time okay? Why don’t you close those pretty eyes for me right now?”

“Yuta stay?”

“Yuta’ll stay. I’ll see you tomorrow, baby.”

“T’morrow…”

“Tomorrow…”

author's note this was difficult to execute. age regression from an outsider's point of view is not easy to describe ... still, i hope it was an enjoyable read ! constructive criticism and feedback is appreciated in all my works but especially this one (⸝⸝⸝>﹏<⸝⸝⸝)

[madelynraemunson]

I’m not sure if you’re taking requests atm but if you are, would you be willing to do an Eddie x reader oneshot/short series based on Sober + Sober II by Lorde? The idea is stuck in my head but I trust you to execute it more than anyone else <3

hngnngh comfort eddie please save me comfort eddie

music is such an important part of life, and a vital part of story-telling in my eyes. so thank you for this!!<3

will you sway with me? go astray with me?

bartender!situationship?eddie x fem!billy's girlfriend!reader

CW: alcoholism, mentions of heavy drinking/alcoholism, fluff, angst, established abusive relationship btwn reader & billy, reader has a bruised face, eddie getting touchy feely; city divider by @emeraldurafreak

WC: 1.4K words

12:00 MIDNIGHT

Oh how fast the evening passes…

“Do I need to cut you off, Munson?”

“Funny. I thought you already did.”

Eddie had been drinking with customers all night and — to his surprise — so have you.

He was shocked to see your face. Especially since you've spent all week avoiding him (and The Hideout) like the plague. For a moment he even thought you ditched him for a cooler bartender and some cooler pub down the way. But the reason behind the week long absence soon registers with Eddie — when he sees the black and blue that decorate your cheekbones, poorly hidden by your blotchy layers of cheap, Dollar General concealer.

God fucking dammit, Eddie thinks to himself. He hit her again.

The grip on his washcloth tightens as he watches you saunter over, looking for your vice to band-aid the problem (like you always fucking do).

Unfortunately as a bartender, it's Eddie's job to deal you some cheap booze, strike up a superficial conversation, and cut you off only when he saw fit. He was to cater to your drinking needs whether he thought it was a good idea or not. And for a while it did start out that way. Until his smitten ass got to know you. Now Eddie always your best interests at heart. And it appears like he's the only one who seems to.

“Your usual, sweetheart?”

“Yes please,” you drunkenly slur. “If you don’t mind...”

He's always going to be more than a bartender to you. And you're more than just a patron to him. Often times, when you get in a fight with your abusive fuck of a boyfriend Billy, you'll find yourself at The Hideout, in the comfort of Eddie's arms, slow dancing to all your favorite songs two hours past closing time while Billy blows up your phone.

A cocktail for disaster for sure.

Eddie knows not to ask. It's a rule in his doctrine pertaining to you, an unspoken loyalty — communicated through swift eye contact — that implies YOU KNOW that EDDIE KNOWS what’s up.

And the more he's gotten to know the complexities of you, the more he's fallen in love.

Despite you breaking all of Eddie's rules about the notion though, Eddie knows that you two could never work. You're gonna keep forgiving Billy. And Eddie will keep picking up the broken pieces... waiting agonizingly long periods here and there wondering if you made it out unscathed or not. It's part of the reason he drinks so much as well, but he'll never admit it. It's a vicious fucking cycle. Eddie's accepted it at this point.

Still doesn’t make it hurt any less. And as much as Eddie wanted to figuratively storm the castle, run up to your tower, and break your ass on out of there, Eddie knows that leaving Billy is ultimately up to you.

The bartender goes to pour you your usual neat shot of "Jack Daniels" while you sit across from him. He's most definitely cutting you off. And when you're as wasted as you are right now, Coca Cola tastes just like liquor.

"Mm!" you cheer as you sip the soda-in-disguise. "Hits the spot. Thank you Eddie."

Amused with himself, he snorts. "Anytime, darlin'."

He goes to clink your glass with his beer bottle, then makes an effort to tell you it's his fourth Wildflower Ale, a sour beer that definitely did not seem like something he would like.

“Odd," you observe. "Always thought you were more of a mead guy.”

He smirks. “Oh yeah? Why is that?”

You shrug.

“I dunno…” a flirty hum escapes your lips. “It’s very… medieval times-y. I can picture the knights in shining armor going to their pubs. Grabbin' mead with one another…"

His cheeks a tinted pink now, Eddie chuckles down at the counter.

"Jesting with one another… preparing for battle…"

“I’m a knight in shining armor?” Eddie blushes at you.

You trail off there, hoping that he gets the rest of the picture.

“I should stop talking.”

Eddie raises his eyebrows, confused and a little disheartened by the way you shut yourself down simply for explaining yourself again. “No. No, I like when you talk.”

King and Queen of the weekend.

As the last of the five drunks stumble out of the bar, Eddie begins to wrap up his closing, finalizing everything at the register and cleaning up the champagne glasses. You watch him as he pops his hip to the right in attempts to switch on the stereo that he had authority over at the end of every shift.

Atmospheric music sounds through the speakers. Meanwhile, Eddie's enamored eyes trail back over to you.

"I can think of another way to get your mind off things," Eddie smiles. "And they don't involve alcohol. Don't involve talking either if you aren't up for it."

Heat settles at your cheeks "Our usual?"

"On the house," he insists.

He nears you now, extending a hand to you to guide you off the elevated bar stool and safely to the ground.

"M'lady," he jests.

You fall into him almost immediately, giving all of you to him in the form of a long overdue hug. The musky pine and cool mint of his fragrance seduces you, his beer breath strangely giving you the same amount of comfort that a warm blanket would. For the first time in days, you finally felt safe.

There’s a distant gaze in Eddie’s fawning eyes as he stares dreamily at your lips. Grazing the small of your back as you two sway, he allows you to nuzzle your head against the crook of his warm neck.

“I hate when you make yourself small," he croaks against you.

You draw a shaky breath, allowing the music and booze to liquidate into your bloodstream as you continue to melt into Eddie. He squeezes you tighter, delicately resting his chin atop your head.

“I’d ask why you do it, but… I think I know the answer.”

“Yeah," you mumble.

“You guys gotten better?”

"Not exactly."

It eats at him, knowing he can't save you unless you wanted to be. You've always been a regular who drank often, but watching you full on spiral into alcoholism as a form of escape gnawed at Eddie's conscience. Especially since he felt like he was feeding it. The guilt of going behind Billy's back probably consumed you on top of everything else you had to deal with.

But Eddie doesn't know the real reason behind why you drink. You drink to go back in time. Back to when you feel okay. Because every time alcohol touches the tip of your tongue, you're whisked back here. Where you feel most safe. You've broken so many rules to be in the presence of Eddie Munson, but you never regret it when you look back because you've never felt this good when remaining 'compliant'.

The cheeky bartender proceeds to go lower, testing his boundaries as the song continues on by softly squeezing your hips with his calloused hands. A tear escapes his eye, quite possibly due to his fear that he probably won't remember this when he wakes up tomorrow afternoon.

"Just say the word and I'll back off," Eddie says to you.

You swallow hard. "Never."

Eds cracks you another smile before luring you further into his grasp.

“Leave him,” he whispers. “Be with me instead.”

"When I'm ready," is what you end up telling him all the time. It still feels like the very first time whenever you say it though. "And when I'm sober."

That's another thing about rules. They're made to be broken. And no memorable hero was ever well behaved.

You end up staying for a couple of hours again. Billy, for some reason doesn't call, and your brain shuts down the desire to even know why. All you were focused on anyways was Eddie and how safe you felt beside him.

"This never happened?" he questions you, scanning the look on your face for an answer.

"Nope," you shake your head discreetly. "Never."

And when you two sober up, you turn the music off, help Eddie stack the chairs, give him a passionate, grateful peck on the lips before heading out...back to home...back to familiarity.

Eddie watches you leave, taking a long anxious drag of his cigarette as your car drives off. When you're out of sight, he rests a hand over his heart, praying to whatever is out there to make sure that there will be another opportunity dance again in the near future.

We pretend that we just don’t care.

But we care.

What will we do when we’re sober?

[theocddiaries]

After the house shook from an earthquake, Maddie gets trapped in the bathroom with the plumber. Tom: Maddie!? Maddie: We're okay. How're the kids?! Tom: Fine, they're-- Tails [from the living room]: Dad! Tom [runs downstairs]: Tails! Buddy. You okay? [Tom enters the living room and sees Tails startled in a corner, staring at the large cabinet that fell on the couch.] Tails: That thing almost fell on me. I was sitting there, and it came this close to my head! Tom [goes to hug him]: Aw. It's okay. Come here, nothing bad happened. Tom [V.O.]: To him, at least. For months, Maddie has been after me and dogging me. “Anchor the cabinet to the wall. What if we have an earthquake? We've got kids in the house now.” Blah, blah, blah. So… It finally reached a point… where I hand no choice but to just roll up my sleeves… and tell her I did it. Maddie [grunts]: Uhg! Tom! [knocks on door] Sonic: Dad, get up here! Tom: On my way. [trips over a loose step]. Seriously! I just fixed that. Really?! [to his sons]: What's wrong? Sonic: Mom's stuck. Tom: …Oh. Um, you okay in there? Maddie: We're fine. The door is jammed. Tom: Oh, okay. Uh-- Well, uh, let's try this together, okay? Maddie: Okay! Tom [V.O.]: Okay, here's the thing. I wasn't pushing. In fact, I was pulling a little. It dawned on me that as long as Maddie was stuck in the bathroom, I'd have time to anchor the cabinet to the wall. It's like they say, sometimes when God closes a door, he closes it so hard… that your wife can't get out. Sonic: Dad, how long is it gonna take to get her out of there? Tom: Long time. [runs downstairs] Maddie: Oh, honey, don't worry. Mommy is gonna be out soon. Don't panic-- Wait a minute. Wait a minute. You're not going to that party, young man! Sonic: Oh, why do you have to be such a psycho control freak? Maddie: Okay. You know what? Just for that, you are grounded one week. Sonic: Oh, that's good parenting. Maddie: Okay. Two weeks. Wanna double it? Keep talking! Sonic: Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah! Maddie [hits the door]: Fine! Four weeks! Four! Sonic: Double it again and make it 10 weeks! Shadow: Do you not hear how much you need to study? [in the living room] Knuckles: What are you doing? Tom: Hey, buddy. Oh, just double-checking these straps. This is an extra. These babies saved your brother's life. That's why this cabinet barely moved. Tails: Uh, no? It fell all the way to the couch. It almost killed me. Tom: No, it didn't. This cabinet barely moved. That's just perspective playing tricks on your mind. Tails: Perspective doesn't work-- Maddie: Tom! Tom: Just think about it. I'm gonna make sure your mum is still stuck--So she- I can get her out. Knuckles and Tails: … Shadow [slides a tray full of Coca-Cola under the bathroom door]: Hey, Miss Maddie, I brought you some soda. I couldn't find any straws, so you'll have to drink it like cats. Maddie: Aaw, thank you, Shadow. [proudfully, to the plumber]: That's my sweetie. Shadow: I was going to bring you wine, but you finished the big bottle last night-- Maddie: Okay! Off you go!

[justamessedupdisneyprincess]

🗡️ 💙ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT BARLEY LIGHTFOOT💙🗡️

These are just my personal HCs. This is just a huge list or rather my personal wiki ALL about Barley. This list will have four different categories, the basics (birthday/sexuality etc), preferences (what he likes/dislikes), facts (random short facts about him), relationships (facts about his relationships with his friends and family) and history (facts about his childhood and high school years).

💙BASICS💙

He was born on the 3rd of August 2001

He is pansexual 🩷💛💙

He is neurodivergent

He is an extrovert

Dream job

His dream job would to become like a mercenary and go on many quests. Since that isn’t likely though he may become a mechanic.

Hobbies

His hobbies include: playing Quests of Yore, playing RPG video games, drawing (he is a traditional artist), writing (mostly poetry and songs but he has written some adventurous stories as well), playing guitar and writing his own songs, exploring and travelling in Guinevere, cosplay, LARPing, making and painting QOY figurines and miniatures to add to his games, fixing up broken things.

Talents

He is very good at drawing and painting traditionally but is hopeless with digital art, he can be a great actor as well, he is a surprisingly good cook as he did used to cook sometimes when Laurel was super busy or tired, he is a master of improvising and can work well with nothing but scrap.

Fears

He doesn’t fear much but he is afraid of the hospital, gelatinous cubes, and losing loved ones.

🥰Preferences😒

Loved food and drinks

He is a huge fan of junk food especially and he does also enjoy a lot of dairy. He loves a nice hearty meal. Some of his favourites meals are pizza (especially BBQ and ones with plenty of meaty toppings), burgers, burritos, nachos, pretty much anything with lots of cheese, roast meats and pies.

He enjoys some sweets too! He is nuts about chocolate and anything that is very chocolatey. He is also a big fan of doughnuts and pastries. He likes to drink soda and energy drinks. Overall his preferred diet may not look the healthiest.

His ultimate favourites are pizza, chocolate cake, fries covered in cheese, any sort of cheesy crisps like cheese puffs, any sort of cheesy snacks in general, fried griffin wings, roast ham, mountain doom drinks, Coca Cola and chocolate milkshakes.

Disliked/hated food and drinks

He is not a fan of anything that tastes bitter. He loved pretty much all chips and crisps but he isn’t a big fan of the ones that are vinegar flavoured. He dislikes most vegetables.

He especially hates meals that are nothing but vegetables, a warrior needs his protein he says! As for drinks he isn’t a huge fan of tea. He dislikes the taste of green tea.

Music

Barley LOVES rock and heavy metal! Electric guitar solos are his favourite. His loves a good rock opera as well.

Barley isn’t a fan of most pop songs. Occasionally he might find one he doesn’t mind though. He hates a song that is slow and quiet though. He NEEDS something he can bang his head to or play air guitar to.

Movies/shows

Barley of course loves ANY sort of adventure movie or series that has to do with olden days. He would be way into LOTR/Hobbit for example. He enjoys a lot of action but he does also secretly enjoy some romance because he is a softie (he won’t admit it though.).

He isn’t too fussy with genres but he isn’t a fan of anything that feels too sad. Because of that he may not be into post apocalyptic series (although he does enjoy the concepts of post apocalyptic) because he feels too bad for any of the characters that die. He can actually get shockingly emotional. He also doesn’t like ones that feel too slow, if not much is happening for a long while he gets bored easily, “where is the action?” He would say.

Books

Any classic old fairy tale or legend that was written back in the olden days. He likes stories about adventure but he doesn’t read much as he tends to be too busy with his other hobbies. He reads literally every QOY book or comic he can get his hands on though and always finds a way to make time for them! He also enjoys books that talk about history.

As for disliked books he doesn’t really have any so to say, he only focuses on the genres above and hasn’t tried any other. He thinks about trying out some more comics and even some manga someday though.

Style/clothes/furnishings

Barley obviously loves to rock an outfit that says “metal”. If a shirt has a print of a weapon or skull there is a high chance Barley will wear it. He isn’t too sure of wearing anything that might look a bit too cutesy though. He wants to look cool! The clothes he wears also has to be comfortable, he will never wear anything that isn’t.

He loves clothing and furniture with either a rocker’s vibe to it or something that looks old fashioned and mystical. He is not too fussed about colours but he does prefer darker colours over pastels, such as a dark blue, deep red or black. He loves to collect any old amour or weapons! He has grown quite the collection.

Barley is not a fan of a modern look or anything that is minimalist. One reason he dislikes a modern architecture is because it makes him feel like the world is drifting further and further away from its humble beginnings and as for minimalist he just finds it boring.

Activities

Barley loves all of his hobbies mentioned above but as for things he does not like to do, that would have to be a lot of chores. While he does love to draw and work on things to add to his game he actually isn’t into a lot of craft related activities. He enjoys colouring or things that are on paper but he doesn’t have the patience to sit still and knit or cross stitch. He is usually the type who is down for anything but he doesn’t do well in things that feel a bit too quiet, like yoga and meditation for example. He loves video games but he actually isn’t really into most cozy games as he personally gets bored from time to time, he loves the thrill of an adventure both in real life and in games! He isn’t a huge sports fan but he does enjoy playing some sport games from time to time, however he HATES fishing because he gets very impatient and bored.

📚Facts📚

Barley is a heavy sleeper, he can sleep through a hurricane! He also tends to be a night owl and can sleep in late at times. It is hard to wake him up!

As mentioned he loves to collect old amour and weapons, he has a huge collection now and he constantly wonders what adventures these old relics went on. He admires each and every one of them, even if some of them may be very rusty. He even gives them names just like he did with Guinevere!

He has an iron stomach, in both the sense he can handle gore and gross stuff shockingly well and he can eat slightly spoiled food or eat extreme amounts and be perfectly fine. Although he did have a few moments where he over did it. (It was mentioned in one of the Disney apps where he ate five buckets of fries and it didn’t end well). Regarding handling gross things or gore he can watch the most insane stuff, he can watch someone during an operation while snacking on cheese puffs just fine.

He actually secretly has a huge soft spot for animals, kids and cute things.

Barley doesn’t do a lot to take care of himself, he may avoid a shower every once in a while so he can focus on questing. On an average he showers once a day but it is not uncommon for him to miss just one day. This was implied in the movie as well.

Barley can sleep in his clothes just fine, he has even done that a few times if it’s been a long day.

Barley is a huge hugger and he gives the best hugs as well!

He may seem silly most of the time but he can be mature in other ways. While he seems impatient when it comes to what he is doing as of now he is very patient when it comes to others. Because of this he makes a great and understanding friend! He also tends to be very understanding and he never judges.

He has no fear of bugs, he just casually picks them up and lets them outside if they’re in the house. He has even held some huge spiders which always freaks out his family.

He isn’t the athletic type but he likes to go on walks, he takes his time and enjoys the scenery though, it’s not for exercise personally. He loves to explore new areas! He is very curious of the world around him and is thrilled to discover something new.

He actually knows how to play a lot of instruments and has studied music. He can read music notes as well.

When visiting a theme park he enjoys the extreme rides like roller coasters.

He is a huge fan of puns!

He loves riddles as well and likes to solve them and ask them. Although sometimes if you get it wrong multiple times he may drop a hint or two…usually in the form of ANOTHER riddle.

He is not only passionate about the past and preserving historical structures and relics, he often collects any litter he finds to help keep the streets clean enough. This is tied to his passion about the past as well, to keep the old kingdom clean of modern garbage. Sometimes he may find ways to repurpose the things he finds and has made some…bizarre things.

It’s not uncommon for Barley to help himself to a midnight snack. Depending on his mood sometimes he will snack on left overs from dinner or he might even make himself an ice cream sandwich.

He also has weird food habits. Some joke that he eats like a pregnant person at times! He gets cravings of things and they form into some bizarre combinations! He once made himself some toast and smothered it with ice cream for one example.

Barley is a big stress eater. He doesn’t normally get stressed though. (It was kind of implied in the movie when he tore through a bag of cheese puffs and went to get another snack when he got angry at Ian).

Barley is usually calm and cool but when he gets super angry he might punch at a few walls or posts. He has bruised his knuckles a few times when things got really rough.

Barley is the worst at lying, doesn’t matter what lie it is, what the circumstances are or who he may be lying too, he is just awful at it. (Was kind of implied in the movie as well at the beginning with Colt LOL)

Barley sometimes sings in the shower.

He has lots and lots of journals that are filled with his art, ideas and literature. He has so many scattered around him room and he probably has enough to make his own library. Sometimes he might just sit and doodle completely random things.

He is great at most mechanics related stuff but he struggles to understand a lot of computer related stuff.

Barley talks to himself when he gets nervous or impatient. So much so it can be like he has a conversation with himself at some stages.

He usually says whatever pops into his head. So sometimes he can be a little blunt and say things at a bad time. He rarely says things that are offensive though because he has a genuine and kind heart. The worst he may say is if someone is boring or a total buzzkill. (Usually towards Colt).

Barley will go out of his way to help a stranger in need. Like helping old people cross the road for example. If he sees a baby or kid crying he would usually try to make funny faces to make them laugh or cheer them up.

Barley has a FREAKISHLY good memory.

Barley may seem confident most of the time but if he gets a crush on someone he can actually be pretty shy about it to begin with. Basically he is all like: 😳🥺👉👈

🫂Relationships🫂

Ian

He obviously loves Ian a whole lot! They were very close when they were younger but when Ian went through puberty he sort of drifted from him for a moment before their big adventure took place. When his father died Barley was grieving heavily and Ian’s arrival helped him a whole lot! He is grateful to have him in his life and it’s all just one of the many reasons he loves him.

He feels a strong need to protect him no matter what! During school he would often go and check on Ian to make sure he was alright. When Barley graduated he has tried to sneak back into school just to make sure Ian was alright. This was also because Barley did have to deal with a few Aholes so he wanted to make sure Ian was ok. This of course embarrassed Ian greatly and a small argument did break out where Ian told him not to baby him anymore.

When Ian got his first facial hair Barley almost cried because his baby brother was growing up. He truely is like a brother AND father figure to him. It used to embarrass Ian as well because he made a huge deal out of it! “Did ya hear that? His little voice is breaking” “ugh….”

Barley has tried to play a few pranks on Ian before, usually by hiding behind a door and jumping out to scare him! It works every time. Although his main intention is to train him to be more alert and to have fun while doing it. It’s part of him lightly shaping him into being a warrior. He has gotten into trouble when Ian complained to Laurel though when his pranks went a bit too far, (not harmful at all! Just annoying and startling.).

When they were kids they played a lot! We have seen them go swimming, bike riding and play pillow fights! They often used to make their own pillow forts and watch tv together while snuggled up inside. Barley tried to play swords with Ian using sticks but Laurel quickly banned them from playing that game in fear of them accidentally hurting one another.

Barley actually used to get lots of nightmares about losing his dad when he was little and sometimes he has nightmares about his mother and Ian getting sick the same way Wilden was. He always goes into Ian’s room and watches him sleep for a while to make sure he is ok.

Laurel

Laurel loves Barley but is often frustrated with his recklessness, habits and the immature side of him. She can be strict with him but it is ultimately out of love, like “Look for a job!”, “Clean your room!”, etc.

Even though Barley is an adult she will still ground him sometimes. She says she has that power for as long as he lives under her roof. There have been a few times where poor Barley had his Quests of Yore campaign closed down earlier and she hides the box away somewhere for a while. A lot of Barley’s Quests of Yore friends think she is pretty scary.

It was hard losing her husband but it was also hard being a single mother. Because she had to work so hard it wasn’t uncommon for her to get home late from work. When Barley got a little older he used to help cook dinner when she got very tired of busy. Although he did used to make a huge mess of the kitchen, still Laurel couldn’t complain if it meant she didn’t have to worry about dinner so much. Barley is weirdly mature in some ways and immature in other ways.

Barley wasn’t able to spend lots and lots of time with his mother during childhood since she had to work twice as hard as a single parent. It is also part of why Barley was extra close with Ian because he was always there to play with.

When Laurel got stressed Barley used to try and cheer her up by telling jokes or making funny faces to try to make her laugh. It worked almost every time!

Colt

They aren’t exactly on the best of terms. Colt does care for Barley though since he is his stepson but Barley still cannot see him as his dad. For a while he felt angry because he saw him as a cheap replacement and had trouble understanding why Laurel suddenly wanted to start seeing someone else after so long. That feeling faded over time but he still isn’t fond of Colt.

Laurel and Colt met when Barley got arrested for one of his protests. He was completely baffled when his mother and the police officer started dating! After all he was like an enemy to him!

Colt tends to scold Barley a fair bit but he does still try to make an effort. Usually they still don’t see eye to eye though.

Barley was worried about Laurel getting her heart broken so he broke into Colt’s office at one stage to snoop through all of his stuff to find any sort of evidence. He found nothing that could prove he had any ill intentions though.

Sometimes Colt will start talking about something and it would be hard to make him stop. He hits Barley with a whole lot of “When I was your age” stories that tend to be very boring and they are often tied to some even more boring lecture as well.

Colt wants to be a good enough stepfather but has no idea how. He once asked Barley if he was interested in anyone and needed advice about that sort of stuff or if he had any questions. It was the hardest Barley has ever cringed in his WHOLE life!

Barley will sometimes stick his tongue at Colt when he or Laurel are not looking.

Manticore (Corey)

Barley is a HUGE fan of her and looks up to her a whole lot. He tends to be a big fanboy when it comes to her.

He sees her the way many others see celebrities and was actually a bit nervous when first getting to know his idol. He is always respectful around her but the first few months…perhaps even years…he has been a bit over the top. He would kneel before her constantly and always talk so formally even though they are technically friends now. Corey feels like she should tell him to just act natural but has no idea how too.

Barley frequently asks her to share some of her stories, as politely as possible of course. When she speaks he always watches her with a sparkle in his eyes, like an excited kid.

Barley usually says how she is like the coolest person in the world. Ian being in close second (which Ian always denies).

Barley did actually go to her tavern when he was only five years old. Laurel had an important meeting and lunch was being held there but she couldn’t find any babysitters at the time so she took her kids along. She had to do this more than once. Ian has no memory of being there but Barley absorbed every moment of it! The tavern was actually different back then, it looked more like how it did by the end of the movie but empty and worn down. Barley ended up wondering off for a moment and examined some of her old weapons and treasures. The manticore finds him and tells him a few stories about her adventures as he looked through her stuff. She seemed sad as no one else seemed interested anymore but was thrilled to see Barley showing interest and had to share her tales. Barley asked many questions about her old stuff and she was overjoyed to tell him everything! This is where his love for history and adventure began to grow. Laurel panicked when she realised Barley wondered off and Corey happily led him back to his mother who scolded him for wondering. The memory is a bit hazy now but Barley still holds onto that. Since it has been many years though Corey didn’t remember Laurel at all and she was just another customer at the time, since Barley grew up it was hard to recognise him. At some stage when Barley got a bit more comfortable around his hero he did tell her about it and asked if she remembered, this jogged her memory and her, Laurel and Barley had a good laugh over it whilst Ian stood there clueless as he was far too young to remember much about that day.

He felt sick when he saw the dramatic changes to her tavern halfway into the movie, with the gift shop and games and such. He felt as if his childhood was ruined in some ways! He hid it pretty well though. In the end he actually helped her come up with the idea of sharing her stories with her customers as an attraction like how we see in the end of the movie.

Shrub Rosehammer (a friend of his that was briefly mentioned in the movie and some books)

Shrub is a troll friend of his who is briefly mentioned. They both love quests of yore and play it together.

They met in kindergarten and had been good friends since. Barley was alone after just recently losing his dad. Most of the other kids ignored him as he sat alone but Shrub was concerned and asked if he wanted to play. Barley was a bit taken aback at first as he was still grieving but he was also surprised how someone at his school actually said something to him. Because of that he took the offer and they played during lunch break and their friendship grew from there.

Barley is like the wild card of the duo. Wild Shrub can get into mischief on rare occasions but he still isn’t nearly as chaotic as Barley and does try to avoid breaking some rules. He was what Barley would call a lawful good.

When Barley got himself into trouble Shrub would just chuckle a little, not in a mean spirited way but because he knew what was coming. Barley is so unpredictable that he has become predictable.

Barley is a lot more passionate and will go on rants about how old facilities of their ancient past are being torn down. Shrub just listens and lets him blow off steam. He would say “I agree that it sucks, but there’s nothing we could do.”. He didn’t really help Barley with that stuff in the sense of joining in on the protest. BUT he was somewhat supportive in the sense he would be like “Yeah that’s sucks. Hey man, did you wanna grab something to eat? I’m sure a doughnut or something will make you feel better.”

🏫History🏫

Childhood

Barley has an old teddy bear his father gave him before he died. It’s his most treasured possession and he still sleeps with it to this very day.

Barley would have had a lonely childhood if it wasn’t for Ian and a few friends he did have in school. He would sometimes feel upset about his father and felt robbed of his parents but just having Ian helped a whole lot.

He had to be independent pretty quickly. Laurel would often call for babysitters when needed but there have been a few times when they couldn’t get one and Barley had to take charge. Laurel was very stern about the rules of safety and repeated them to Barley literally thousands of times each and every time she goes out. She wanted to imprint them into his brain. Ironically though they were put into Ian’s head and he was often the one who reminded Barley not to do certain things.

Barley used to injure himself CONSTANTLY as a kid. He still does to this day but not nearly as much.

Barley was a super hyper kid who just wanted to play ALL the time, Laurel used to wonder how he never seems to get tired. Usually he would be bouncing around and then all of a sudden he will crash and fall into a deep sleep. There were no in between moments back then, his energy levels were just like a switch!

When Barley was little he wanted to be a knight but got his dreams crushed quickly by a teacher who told him there are no knights anymore.

High school years

Barley actually used to get bad pimples around the age of 13 to 16.

He had been picked on a little bit in school but it was nothing ever TOO extreme, mostly some name calling here and there. Although he still did get his feelings hurt from time to time. He used to do what he can to stand up for others who were being picked on. On rare occasions he did end up in a few fist fights against bullies.

Barley is incredibly intelligent! Although he struggles in subjects he has little to no interest in. His best subject was obviously history!

He used to struggle with chemistry, which he had insisted was just updated potion brewing…he used to get quite experimental with that sort of stuff and it usually would not go too well. He would also often complain about the “unnecessary modern equipment” that just felt like it made things far more complicated than need be.

Barley used to try and explore every single inch of the school to try to find any hidden secrets, it did used to be an ancient castle after all. He would make note of anything he felt was interesting or perhaps even a potential key to a hidden chamber.

Barley would sneak lots and lots of snacks into school. He always had lots of gum and it used to drive some of the teachers crazy!

💙thanks so much for reading! I plan to do other characters in the future as well! At some stage. This took so long to make.💙

[jimmys-zeppelin]

moonbeam

ch. vii

table of contents

may 26, 1998

What was Jimmy buying?

The question plagued Sabrina for far longer than she wanted it to. It was stupid, really, but she couldn’t shake the thought from her mind. The egg on her frying pan sizzled as she thought on Jimmy’s buying habits. The white began to brown at the edges and the smell snapped Sabrina from her daze. 

It was already noon and there would barely be enough time to eat her still-cooking egg before she’d have to leave. Then again, she wasn’t worried about coming in late. It wasn’t like she’d be reprimanded for her tardiness. Taking five extra minutes wouldn’t put her job in jeopardy. 

“I’ll just have to hire you to take care of my clothing mishaps, then,” Jimmy’s voice echoed in her mind from earlier that morning.

“Stupid,” she chuckled quietly, taking the frying pan off the fire and shaking it onto the waiting plate beside the stove. She hadn’t bothered to sit at the table because if she got too comfortable, she knew she wouldn’t get up. So she leaned over the counter, her Coca-Cola fizzing quietly in front of her. Distantly, she heard a buzz. 

Her phone was ringing. 

"Ugh, not the time," Sabrina mumbled as she shoveled most of the egg into her mouth and crossed into the living room where her purse lay on the sofa. 

She could feel the buzz and heard her unmistakable ringtone of The Spice Girls' "Never Give Up On The Good Times" and she anxiously hummed along as she shuffled through her bag. 

Finally, her fingers gripped the tiny black Nokia device. "What the—"

Jimmy Page — mobile 

ANSWER | DECLINE

Without a second thought, Sabrina clicked to answer the call, choosing to ignore the indiscernible sinking feeling in her chest that came with seeing his name on her screen. 

“Hello?” she answered with a start. Perhaps she was too quick.

“Sabrina, hi. Erm, hello," he sounded as if he were correcting himself. 

“Hi, Jimmy,” Sabrina said, going back to her egg and Coke. "Another fashion emergency?" she teased. 

There was a short pause, then he laughed. The bubbly laugh that hit her ears forced a smile onto her face and a flutter in her heart. She didn't want to feel this way about him, but she couldn't help it. He was so much older and there was no way in hell she'd be ready to get into anything else with someone else so soon. Despite Shaun’s having obviously moved on with Sarah. 

But the way Jimmy drew her in made Sabrina feel like a dazed cartoon character being led blindly by an enticing piece of meat. She wanted him. And she knew he shamelessly flirted with her. She loved it more than she cared to admit.

"No, no, I just, uh," he paused, trying to find the words, "Well, I felt bad that our conversation was interrupted earlier at Boots this morning." 

"Oh!" Sabrina took a sip of her soda. She grabbed the half-empty can and put it back into the refrigerator for later. Her egg was a leftover piece of whites—arguably the most boring part of the egg. She tossed the rest of it as she thought up a response. "Well, I'm about to head out to work, but I have a few minutes to chat." As many minutes as you need, Jimmy....

"Have I got you at a bad time?"

"Not at all. I'm the only one who's keeping the alterations business going. It's nothing too serious if I'm late," Sabrina shrugged on a windbreaker. It began to drizzle when she'd come back from Boots and she was sure the weather had gotten worse in the meantime. "Hey, you weren't serious about paying me triple for my job, were you?"

"If you want to work for me I can guarantee it'd probably be better. You'd only have to put up with me," Jimmy chuckled, "Plus you'll get to travel with me....and other benefits." 

The tone of benefits made Sabrina’s heart beat just that much faster. If there was one thing Jimmy did well, it was his ability to talk to women. 

"Benefits?" she questioned, an allure to her voice. 

"Yes, well," he chuckled again and sighed, "I know you don't have time to talk now. Next time I see you I'll bring out the contract." 

"Oh, God," Sabrina laughed, stuffing her keys into her pocket. She'd begun to grab the last few items she needed before leaving her apartment. "Your other suits are ready, by the way." Changing the subject was the only way she could slip out of the confrontation of admitting anything to Jimmy that she’d regret later.

"Ah, yes, I nearly forgot....I'll come by to get them. Maybe tomorrow. Unless you do house calls and can drop them off for me,” Jimmy said, hopeful. 

"Well, I'm not your assistant, Jimmy,” Sabrina retorted with a chuckle, tugging the building door closed and ensuring it was locked. She yanked her hood over her head as the rain began to dot her cheeks.

"Doesn't hurt to ask," he replied. She knew he was smiling. "What time do you get off work? If that's not a strange question to ask." 

It was certainly a question to ask. Strange? She couldn't tell. 

"Store closes at eight. Whenever we finish the closing duties I'll be out," she said, taking her tube card out from her back pocket in preparation to tap it at the turnstile. She stood to the side, though, for fear that if she tapped in, she'd lose any and all phone signal. "Are you planning on ambushing me?" 

"Perhaps...." Jimmy teased. "Just curious, really."

"Hey listen, I have to go, but if you want to talk more you can call the store and help me pass the time by pretending you’re putting in another order or something.”

"It's alright, I'll let Clarence's have their best employee for another day. I have some things I've been putting off myself." 

"Alright. Well, let's talk soon, hm?" Sabrina said, picking at the bit of loose skin at the edge of her nail. For the second time that day he was nearly sending her into cardiac arrest. If they didn't get off the phone soon, she'd quit her job and run to work for Jimmy Page at his (probably) big, fancy house. 

"Absolutely, Sab. Be safe out there, love." 

Her stomach did about four somersaults. 

"Thanks, Jimmy...bye." 

"Bye." 

He didn't hang up, and Sabrina watched the time duration continue on to 5:10, 5:11, 5:12 until she hung up. Sabrina had never felt this way for someone she had known for so little time. And someone famous, no less. She was terrified. 

☽ 

The late May rain poured down outside. Humidity fogged up Clarence's thin, glass door, the logo decal barely visible from where she stood inside. 

It was 8:15 in the evening. Sabrina felt grungy and gross. She needed a shower more than anything and knew her hair was in need of a wash. She had the next day's opening shift in twelve hours, but she knew already that she wouldn't be getting nearly enough sleep to power her through to the next day. 

Most of Clarence's staff had gone home for the day, citing the rain as their main reason for heading out early, but Sabrina and a few other stragglers remained. 

Luckily, Conner had worked the morning shift that day. After he'd left her place, he'd taken the train right to work and said he'd head home afterwards. Sabrina knew she wouldn't see him when she came in, and she was beyond thankful. She hadn't been ready to face him quite yet after the events of the previous night had transpired. 

They kissed, they touched, and when they were nearly headed to their final destination, a rotten feeling in Sabrina's gut had taken root. Conner was more than understanding and Sabrina was terribly embarrassed, but they both went to bed on good terms. Things would sort themselves out between them, but Sabrina wanted to avoid Conner for as long as she could until then. 

Sabrina yanked the vacuum cord to a more clear path. Thinking on all this, she realized she had been clenching her jaw. Grinding her teeth wasn't new, but her subconscious did it without her mind taking notice. She needed to schedule with the dentist. 

As she finished up the area she'd been working on, the bell over the door jingled, the hefty winds and white noise from the rain became louder. 

"Sorry, we're closed! Come back tomorrow, please," Sabrina called out, beginning to follow the cord to the vacuum when a soaked pair of loafers came into her view. Jimmy's.

"I'm sorry, I just—" he was out of breath, like he'd been running, "I needed to come see you." 

"What?" was her automated response. His perfect curls were flat against his forehead. His cigarette-tinged cologne mixed with rainwater. Rain drops rolled off his soft leather jacket and dripped onto the carpet with muffled thuds. Sabrina could hear her own breaths. The texture of the vacuum cord suddenly became obvious to her fingertips. 

"Sabrina, I know it's a horrible time, I'm soaked, I'm a mess, the store's closed, but I," Jimmy could hardly get the words out. Sabrina knew what he was going to say. She was so starstruck she almost didn't want to hear him say it. "I haven't stopped thinking about you since the day we met." 

"Jimmy—" Me, too. 

"Let me take you to dinner. Friday at seven. I'll pick you up. We'll go someplace nice." 

Sabrina stood stunned. No words left her, her jaw hung ajar, her eyes searching his for any sign of a lie. 

"If you say no I—"

"No, yes. Yes. Let's. I—" she stopped herself. The nerves were starting to hit. "Me?" she asked. 

"There's no one else here, Sab. You're...I barely know you but I haven't felt like this about anyone in a long, long time. One date. That's all I ask."

"I don't even know how old you are..." Sabrina chuckled. 

Jimmy's gut jumped with his laugh. Sabrina felt her insides melt a little at the sight. "I'm fifty-four. If it's too much, I think I'll die." 

"Twice my age," Sabrina said, a smile playing at the edge of her lips. Mum's gonna hate this, she thought to herself. 

"Twenty-seven," Jimmy said. Sabrina nodded. "Alright." 

"Alright?" Sabrina said. 

"Yeah...." he took a breath, letting himself take a look around the tiny store. "Now that I'm here," he started. 

"I'll go get your suits," Sabrina smiled. She locked the vacuum into a standing position and dropped the power cord to the floor. Their eyes met briefly, but the look he gave her was different that time. Just as she passed him, Jimmy took hold of her hand, a slight tug held her back. 

“Don’t be long…” Jimmy trailed off. The start of a cheeky smile played on the edges of his lips. When their eyes met, his lips grazed her middle finger just above her knuckle. A rush of excitement coursed through her. 

“Don’t worry,” Sabrina replied, her voice so soft it was nearly a whisper. 

Once sequestered in the fitting area upstairs, Sabrina tried her best not to jump and squeal out loud like a teenage girl, but with varied success. She couldn't help the unmoving smile on her face and hoped Jimmy would stay downstairs until she could better contain her feelings. The soft footsteps behind her proved her wrong. 

Jimmy couldn't help but smile either.

"Excuse me, sir, this area is for employees only," Sabrina said. 

“I couldn’t stay away,” Jimmy replied dryly, a chuckle on the horizon.

“Yeah, yeah, I bet,” Sabrina chided, zipping up the suit bags after ensuring both were Jimmy's.

She didn’t know what it was, but Jimmy felt right. She didn't want to take this for granted. Not one bit. 

There was a pause, then he spoke. “How are you getting home?" Jimmy asked, his fingers tracing down the length of her arm until he reached her fingertips. He toyed with them in his hand. Sabrina wished he'd take and kiss each one of her fingers. 

"It's alright, Jimmy, I was going to just tube it," she shrugged. 

"Nonsense," he said softly. "I'll give you a lift home. It’s pouring rain out there.”

She didn't want to fight. Plus, the more time she could spend with him, the better. 

"Fine," she conceded. "I just have to finish up downstairs and we can go." 

☽ 

Sabrina knocked her knees together anxiously. The radio played softly in the dark interior of Jimmy’s car. He wasn’t driving, as she quickly learned that he’d had his own driver—Giuseppe—who took him all over whenever he pleased. Hell of a job that must be, Sabrina thought, Driving around Jimmy Page on his personal ventures.

Giuseppe was Italian, as she could infer from his heavy accent. They spoke briefly, Sabrina introducing herself upon entering the vehicle. Silence quickly followed. She could feel Jimmy watching her from where he sat at his opposing seat. 

The moment was officially awkward. 

“Where are you planning on taking me for our night out?” Sabrina asked, shadows of raindrops on the back windshield obscuring Jimmy's face. 

Jimmy smiled slightly, “Um, well, I’ll have to see for sure where I can get us in, but I’m thinking Italian food. I know someone who owns a nice restaurant in Central London." 

"I love Italian." 

She loved pasta. And meatballs. But genuine Italian food was something she wasn't quite familiar with. 

"It's nice, not too fancy. I wouldn't imagine you'd be thrilled with anything too extravagant." 

"Well, I enjoy some extravagance sometimes," Sabrina giggled, "But you're right. The more intimate, the better." 

Giuseppe made the turn onto her block. Sabrina almost didn't want to leave. What would they possibly talk about? She could just sit staring at him until the car ran out of petrol, nary a word being traded between them, but the thought of Giuseppe sitting there....waiting....would be much too awkward. 

"Yes, good," Jimmy said, reaching for Sabrina's hand where it rested on the seat close by. He kissed her ice cold knuckles again, and noticed how her hand trembled slightly. "You alright?"

"Perfect. I'm always cold. Also I may or may not have eaten since we spoke on the phone earlier. Just a bit hungry." 

And not to mention the absolute ride the last hour was for her. 

"Sabrina..." Jimmy trailed off with a laugh, like he wanted to lecture her, but knew it wouldn't get him anywhere. The car slowed to a stop outside Sabrina's building. Jimmy peered out at the brown brick apartment complex. "This it?"

"Yeah. It's quite shitty, honestly," she exhaled a laugh, looking over to the building along with Jimmy.  It was home to her. More of a home than her home for the previous three years had been. After university, Sabrina and Shaun had gotten a place in Chelsea. It was nice, yes, but Sabrina always felt a detachment to the place. The building was too modern, tenants rude, and near constant fucking or fighting occurring on the other side of opposing flat walls. 

Sabrina hadn't been near the building since moving out in January. It harbored horrible memories—especially towards the end of things. Staring down at the positive pregnancy test, rejecting Shaun's proposal of marriage on New Year's Day, the bump was only just beginning to peek through her form fitting dress...

She hadn't thought about those days in a long time. 

Jimmy squeezed her hand.

"Let me walk you to your door," he said gently. 

His face held a sincerity she realized that not many did. The words didn't come, so she nodded. 

The usually short walk from the sidewalk to her door felt like it lasted miles. Sabrina fumbled with her keys, the rain wetted the metal pieces and soon there was a dark shadow covering the yellow-white light over the old door. She looked up, seeing the interior of Jimmy’s worn leather coat over her head, protecting her from the rain. 

“Such a romantic,” she chuckled, finding the right key seconds later. 

“I didn’t have a chance to grab an umbrella on my way out."

"If you thought about me a little less, you may have remembered." 

"Maybe so," Jimmy sighed. Rain drops landed on his curls, the locks of hair rustling like leaves in the wind. Sabrina wondered if she should invite him upstairs; let him borrow an umbrella...give him an excuse to see her again, maybe kiss her this time. His lips pursed as she watched him. "What's that look for?" 

"Sorry," a shot of adrenaline ran through her, "Got a little lost in my thoughts."

"Lost in my eyes, yeah?" 

"Shut up," she nudged him with her foot. The door opened. If she looked up at him again, then the moment would end. She sighed. 

Jimmy's foot tapped hers, drawing her attention up to him. The glint in his eye made her heart's presence in her chest obvious to her ears. 

"I guess I should go..." Sabrina started.

"I'll see you on Friday night," he said, using his free hand to graze her cheek using the backs of his fingers. 

Sabrina hummed in agreement, "Now you have my address." 

"Right-o..."

She exhaled a laugh.

"Sabrina—" he started. 

She reached for him, her fingers light on his cheek to steady him as she drew him in. His lips were soft—softer than she'd expected them to be. The moment was quick, but definitive. 

Their eyes met long enough for Sabrina to see the smile creep up on Jimmy's face, then she hurried inside. There was a quiet "Bye," said through the rain falling around them as she started into the building. Jimmy lingered for a beat, a smile permanently etched onto his face. Then, he shrugged his leather jacket back over his shoulders and started back to the car. Upstairs, he saw the glow of a light switch on. 

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Soldier Boy: Chapter 5: Step In These Arms

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Prompt: December 25th, 1957 Elvis Presley receives his draft papers moments after his Engagement

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July 1958 Fort Hood, Texas

Several months had passed, and Elvis was slowly finding his footing in the routine of life on the base. The weekends offered him a temporary escape; he often sought refuge at Fadal's, which felt like a second home where he could lose himself. During the weekdays, he returned to his family's warmth, checking in on them to ensure everyone was doing well. Yet, despite his efforts to adapt, there was an undeniable void in his heart—a longing for someone who remained far away, not in Texas with him. He didn't want to burden anyone with his feelings of emptiness, especially since he knew she had her own career to pursue, but the ache of her absence lingered as a constant reminder of what he was missing.

Turning on the radio, Elvis heard an announcement, one close to what you'd hear back in Memphis,

"That's right, y'all. The iconic Pink Ford Fairlane convertible is in the wind,"

Elvis could feel his heartbeat quicken. Only one other person he knew had as many cars as he did, and her name started with a C.

Cecelia's Pink Ford was in the wind as Daphne was sleeping in the back, and Rosa and Carlotta were humming to songs on the radio,

"I don't see why you're so happy-go-lucky about Elvis..." Carlotta grumbled as Cecelia kept driving. She'd sometimes wondered why she kept her in the passenger seat.

"Two things in mind: Coca-Cola and a Quarter," Rosa remarked playfully from the back seat, noticing the rush of color that crept to Cecelia's cheeks. Rosa couldn't help but chuckle at the reaction while Carlotta, tilting her head in confusion, interjected, "What does a soda have to do with Elvis?" With a mischievous glint in her eye, Rosa shifted her gaze to Carlotta, a smirk spreading across her face. "Well, my little Latin Lover," she began cheekily, "It's more about his Cock-a-Cola and—

"Okay, no more talkin about my fiance's soda pop plus a quarter and then some." Cecelia blushed as they got to Fadal's place. Cecelia and Fadal had been great friends. Thanks to her mother and promotional skills, no one would know that Cece and her Vagabonds The Garnets were in town, not even Elvis, or so she had thought. Now, like herself, Elvis hated surprises, but she figured he'd like this one.

"So... wait, were we talking about his Polla..." Carlotta questioned,

"You’d prefer a cold Coke bottle over my fingertips…” she teased, glancing sideways as they strolled up the gravel driveway. The sun glinted off the hood of a sleek car parked nearby, its presence hinting at the fact that they weren't alone—someone was definitely home. Cecelia’s curiosity was piqued as she felt the familiar buzz of anticipation tinged with uncertainty in the air.

"And the view of the Fairlane was lost..." The radio host sighed as Elvis grumbled, maybe she was on tour somewhere else, or maybe it wasn't her at all, as Elvis turned the radio down, The sound of lively chattering drifted through the air, breaking the stillness of the room. He stirred in bed, curiosity piquing his interest, and swung his legs over the edge. As he rose, a mixture of hope and anticipation filled him; perhaps it was a handful of enthusiastic fans who had managed to track down his secluded location. With a determined stride, he made his way to the door, eager to discover who awaited him on the other side.

"Sometimes.... Cecelia wasn't listening as she kept walking towards the door,

Rosa leaned back, a soft smile playing on her lips as she began to speak, “You know, I could really go for a nice tall glass of Coke—” But her words trailed off when the door swung open. There stood Elvis, framed by the doorway, still clad in his crisp uniform. The sight of him was nothing short of striking; he exuded an air of pride and a newfound confidence that she had never witnessed before. His hair, once styled with a flourish, was now cut shorter, giving his handsome face a sharper, more regal look. As he moved toward her, something deep inside Cecelia stirred, a longing to embrace him and never let go. He was undeniably transformed into a new man, yet there lingered traces of the familiar Elvis she adored—the glimmer in his eyes and that unmistakable warmth that tugged at her heartstrings. She felt an overwhelming mix of admiration and affection.

Elvis gently wrapped his arms around Cecelia, drawing her closer as he pressed his lips to hers in a soft, lingering kiss. The warmth of the moment enveloped them, creating a bubble of intimacy that seemed to shield them from the world around them. "Is that the coke you want?" he asked playfully, his breath mingling with hers.

Cecelia chuckled lightly, a spark of mischief glinting in her eyes. " See... It's not about the bottle, Carlotta. It's about the flavor," she replied, a touch of seriousness in her voice that added depth to her words. As she spoke, she nestled her head against his shoulder, feeling safe and cherished in his embrace.  Carlotta had begun to roll her eyes as Cecelia and Elvis chuckled.

With a smile, she turned to the other girls nearby and declared, "Good night, girls!" Her voice was warm and inviting, but the tender moment between her and Elvis lingered in the air, leaving a sweet aftertaste as they shared one final glance before the evening came to a close.

"Someone's feeling thirsty..." Rosa teased, a playful smirk dancing across her lips as she watched them stroll away.  

"What was that all about?" Elvis inquired, his arms comfortably cradling Cecelia against his chest.  

"Oh, just a little nothing, baby... nothing at all," she replied softly, her cheeks flushing with warmth as she leaned in to kiss him again. Their lips met, sweet and lingering, as his hands tangled gently in her hair, igniting a spark between them.  

"You look absolutely beautiful tonight," he murmured, his eyes sparkling with admiration.  

"And you look worn out," she observed, her fingers tracing delicate circles on his cheeks as he leaned into her soothing touch.  

"Couldn't sleep a wink without you by my side," he confessed, his crooked smile radiating warmth that melted her heart.  

"Then let’s get you out of this stuffy uniform and into bed where you belong,” she suggested playfully, her voice a soft whisper of mischief.  

"Yes, captain..." he replied, the promise of a shared moment hanging in the air between them.  

"Where are we supposed to go!" Daphne pouted,

"Midge isn't far she'll take you three to the hotel..." Cecelia responded,

"And where are you staying?" Carlotta shouted,

"Really it's obvious where she's staying..."

As the evening began to turn to nightfall there was Elvis, lying in Cecelia's lap, he was in his pajamas as she was in one of his shirts, the pair cuddled up together in a lover's embrace,

"Then I was playin' guitar and I-I..." Cecelia looked down as she heard him snore, "Elvis...Elvis!" She shouted. Softly, he woke up,

"Huh?"

"Did you fall asleep with a sandwich in your mouth?"

"What! No!..." He looked down as she laughed, "Maybe I did..." He kissed her arm taking in her scent. There was nothing like being in the arms of the woman he loved.

As the weekend passed and the Weekday started, Cecelia said her goodbyes to Elvis as she then kissed her lover goodbye, "Don't forget to stop by and tell Mama hi." He smiled as she chuckled,

"Who do you think I was hanging out with from Monday to Thursday."

"I should've known." He chuckled, "How's she doin'"

"Well... she's got this cough about her." Cecelia sighed, "Nothing bad, but nothing good either."

August 1958, Memphis Tennessee

"Mr. Presley, I rushed over as soon as I heard," Cecelia exclaimed, her footsteps echoing down the sterile corridor of the hospital ward, which prominently displayed the sign indicating it was the whites-only side. Though the segregation made her arrival challenging, she had her clever ways of navigating the restrictions. As she entered the room, the familiar scent of antiseptic mingled uncomfortably with the anxiety in the air.

"Star Shine, is that you?" Gladys's voice trembled with a mix of surprise and warmth, her frail figure barely supported by the bed that seemed too large for her dwindling frame. Vernon stood close by, gently ushering Cecelia towards his wife, his expression a taut mask of concern.

"Yes, mama, it's me... How are you feeling, honey?" Cecelia inquired softly, her heart aching as she noticed Gladys's labored breathing. The doctors had stigmatized her condition as hepatitis brought on by excessive drinking, yet even Elvis understood that his mother rarely overindulged.

"I don’t think I’m gonna make it..." Gladys’s voice was barely a whisper, filled with resignation.

"Oh no, you can't say that! You have to hold on. You need to see me and Elvis walk down that aisle, to hold your grandkids, and..." Cecelia's grip tightened around Gladys's hand, her voice cracking with emotion. Gladys squeezed back, her fingers surprisingly strong despite her frailty.

"Sweetheart, I ain’t gonna last much longer, especially with Elvis going off to Germany..."

"Don't remind me," Cecelia huffed, frustration mingling with fear in her eyes.

"No... Listen to me. We need to prepare for what if there’s a war..." Gladys coughed weakly, the sound echoing ominously in the small room as Vernon and Cecelia leaned closer, their concern palpable.

"He’s going to be fine because we’ll pray," Cecelia assured, mustering a brave smile despite the rising tide of panic in her chest. Vernon nodded in agreement.

"What she said," he added, his voice steady but laced with unease. Pulling Cecelia aside, his expression grew serious.

"Cece..." he began, his voice dropping to an almost conspiratorial whisper.

"Yes..." she replied, feeling a swell of anxiety.

"Think you can break the news to Elvis?"

Cecelia hesitated, her breath hitching in her throat. "I... I don’t know..."

"Hello, operator Fort Hood please ..."

[cetaitlaverite]

Could we please see Freddie being jealous while they are in America? She is jealous but at the same time she can’t blame the woman who flirted with her husband because he is so gorgeous.

i kind of freestyled a bit with this one. hope you don't mind!! freddie and rosie are just so much fun to write when they're jealous!!

under the cut because it's long (2870 words, i went off). also a bit suggestive near the end but nothing crazy. what can i say? these two can't keep their hands off each other. this takes place about a month after freddie arrives in new york.

Minton’s Playhouse was Rosie’s favourite jazz club and Freddie could see why. With its moody red lighting and live jazz band full of passionate, talented performers, lively clientele and plush booths, wide array of cocktails and hotspot location, there really was nothing about it not to like. Rosie had spoken often of wanting to bring Freddie here during the war and she was glad to finally experience it - even more so to see how happy it made Rosie to bring her here. She knew he’d been looking forward to it for a while.

Jazz music was something Freddie was coming to love through Rosie. It reminded her of him. During the war he’d played it during quiet evenings in the officers’ club, when most everyone else was out on a weekend pass, and when they’d spent time at her parents’ house in Oxford. He still treasured the Artie Shaw record she got him for Christmas in 1944.

So she settled back into the velvet of the booth beneath her, sipping on her strawberry daiquiri and trying to decide whether she liked it; cocktails were new to her and Rosie was always buying her different ones as they searched for her drink of choice. Secretly, Freddie thought she would always prefer wine, but she was enjoying the selection process too much to say so.

Rosie was grinning in the seat beside her. It was still a little bit strange to see him drinking anything other than beer or coca cola. Tonight he was drinking a vodka soda - apparently he’d acquired a taste for the liquor during his time with the Russians, which Freddie still couldn’t really bear to hear him speak about - and tapping his hands on the table in time with the music as he watched the band play. Freddie smiled as she watched him; she loved how much he loved music in spite of his lack of musical talent - maybe even because of it.

Scooting closer to him on the booth, Freddie set down her cocktail and lifted Rosie’s arm so she could settle into his side.

Without a second thought, Rosie wrapped his arm around her and kissed her head, resting his cheek there as he turned his eyes back on the band and the many dancers occupying the floor in front of them.

“Drink up,” Freddie said after a beat, watching the dancers, too. “Then we can dance.”

Promptly, Rosie took a big gulp of his drink.

Freddie laughed and lifted her glass to follow suit.

“How do you like the strawberry daiquiri?” Rosie asked, smiling as he watched her sip from the straw.

Freddie hummed and shrugged. “It’s okay. Tastes a bit like cough medicine.”

Rosie pulled a face.

Freddie laughed. “It’s close to the top of my list, maybe second place behind the French 75, but I’m still searching.”

“What’s next?” Rosie asked, pulling the drinks menu towards him on the table. He scanned it quickly before his eyes caught on an option. “How ‘bout a sidecar?”

“What’s that?”

“Cognac, triple sec, and lemon juice,” Rosie explained.

Freddie perked up. “Yes. That’s next.” She leaned back into his side again, sipping from her daiquiri. “After we dance,” she added.

“After we dance,” Rosie agreed.

They spoke idly about this and that as they polished off their drinks, revelling in the simplicity of being but one couple in a sea of many in a jazz club on a Saturday night. During the war they’d so rarely had this anonymity - they had been a major and a wing officer for so long that there had always been an expectation that they would act a certain way, would keep an eye on the people who worked under them, would still be somewhat on duty even after they’d clocked out for the day. Here, there was no duty to attend to, no one watching to see if they would put a foot wrong, no gaggle of German-speaking wireless operators or freshly deployed airmen to keep in line. Here, they were just Freddie and Rosie, still on their newlywed high even though it had been almost five months since their marriage, absolutely smitten with each other and soaking up the joy of their new life.

Freddie finished her drink first and shot Rosie a satisfied smile. They hadn’t formally been racing but Freddie liked to make competitions out of small things sometimes without telling Rosie, just so she could feel a sense of triumph when she won. It was a habit she’d adopted when she’d first moved into Rosie’s apartment and which he often complained about, because he was by nature also incredibly competitive, perhaps even more so than she was, but which he always laughed along with nonetheless.

Tonight, when Freddie declared, “I win!” and held up her empty glass as evidence, Rosie rolled his eyes jovially and took her face into one hand, squishing her cheeks together.

“You can’t win competitions I don’t know I’m competing in!” he told her, amusing himself by trying to see how pouty he could make her lips.

Freddie batted his hand away and insisted, “I told you to drink up!”

“You didn’t tell me we were racing!”

“Sounds like someone’s a sore loser to me,” Freddie drawled in reply.

Rosie stared at her for a moment before a slow smile started to spread across his lips. He shook his head at her. “You’re unbelievable. There’s no reason for you to withhold that information unless you thought you were gonna lose.”

“I don’t lose, Rosie,” Freddie informed him matter-of-factly. “I’m your princess so you’re not allowed to let me lose.”

Playfully, Rosie groaned. “Oh, right,” he conceded, tipping the rest of his drink down his throat and setting his glass down on the table with eyes dancing, “I forgot that’s what I signed up for when I married you.”

Freddie giggled. “No backing out now! Your mum likes me too much.”

Rosie grinned. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Neither of them knew who started the kiss they got lost in, but they were lost in it for a while. By the time they pulled apart, flushed and breathless, grinning wildly at each other, Freddie could no longer postpone the inevitable. “I have to go to the bathroom but when I come back we’ll dance, yes?”

“Yes,” Rosie agreed, chuckling to himself. “You want me to wait outside?”

“No, I’ll be okay,” Freddie assured him. “Just wait for me here, please, darling.”

“Of course, sweetheart.”

Rosie watched Freddie with a wide smile as she crossed the club towards the door with the bright red, lit up sign above it reading Ladies. She turned back once on her way over and caught his eye, and he laughed as she blew him a kiss, pretending to catch it and press it to his cheek. And he continued to stare at the door she’d disappeared behind for a few moments after she was out of his sight, until he realised that that was strange and may be misconstrued and turned firmly back around in his seat.

There wasn’t much for him to do now that he had no drink to sip on, so Rosie picked the drinks menu back up and scanned the rest of the cocktails list for other options Freddie might like. By now they had discovered she generally liked the sweeter options instead of the refreshing ones - something fruity instead of minty tended to get a higher ranking on her list - so he made a mental note of the ones which contained the most fruit juices.

He was so deep in contemplation over the list he didn’t notice the woman making her way across the front of the booth towards another. She glanced his way idly as she went, then paused, stopped walking, leaned closer to try to get a better look at his face where it was ducked towards the menu, then stood up straighter to take advantage of his lack of attention. She fluffed her hair and adjusted her dress and swiped her thumb nail across the corners of her lips to ensure her lipstick wasn’t smudged. “Robbie?” she asked once she was ready to be looked at.

Rosie’s head shot up, his eyebrows furrowed. When he saw who had spoken, however, he broke out into a surprised smile. “Sammy?”

“Yes!” the woman exclaimed, skirting around the side of the booth to sit down beside him in Freddie’s vacated space. “Long time no see!”

“Yeah, it - it really has been,” Rosie agreed.

“Ain’t seen you here in a long time!” Samantha told him. “Ain’t seen you ‘round anywhere in a long time, come to think of it!”

Rosie shrugged, giving a short shake of his head. “Yeah, well, I - I actually just got back from Europe a couple weeks ago.”

Samantha’s eyes widened. “Europe!” she echoed with a gasp. “Where?”

“England,” Rosie replied. He laughed a little bit self-consciously. “My base was in East Anglia, so not the most exciting of places, but it was great. Great people.”

“Well, the great people over here have missed you,” Samantha replied easily. “How have you been? I hope the war wasn’t too hard on you.”

Rosie shrugged. “War was hard on everyone, wasn’t it? You’d be hard pressed to find someone left unscathed. But me, all of us over here, we’re the lucky ones, right? Some of the stories the people over in Europe tell -” He faltered, thinking back to the old man he met in Poland on the way back to England. He quickly pushed that thought away. “I’m good, anyway. I’ve been good. Glad to be home.”

“Glad to have you home,” Samantha replied.

“How have you been, anyway?” Rosie went on. He tried to be subtle as he shot a glance over his shoulder at the door to the ladies’ room but no one was emerging from it.

Samantha launched into a long story of her experiences during the war: how she’d had a marine boyfriend at one point but he’d run off with a nurse he met while on leave in Australia, how she’d considered trying to become a nurse at one point herself but wasn’t sure she wanted to do two years’ worth of training, how she’d thought about going to see Rosie’s mother to find out whether he might want a sweetheart back home to write to - she’d figured he was away for the war, she just had no idea where.

“I just kept thinking while the war was on and no one had seen you for a while -” she was saying, “- I kept thinking about our time together. Y’know, back in the good old days, when we used to go to the movies and spend hours in diners talking about what we saw. When we’d sneak off to my dad’s car to fool around and then go back in to sit at the dinner table like nothing happened. Wasn’t it great?”

Rosie’s polite smile was strained. “Yeah,” he hedged. “Yeah, but hey, listen, that was a long time ago. A lot’s changed since then and -”

“I’m back!” Freddie declared as she rounded the corner of the booth. “Rosie, are you ready to - oh.” 

Rosie’s back was ramrod straight. He wasn’t sure why he felt like he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t. “Fred,” he greeted. “Hi, honey.”

“Hi, darling,” Freddie replied. Her smile was confused as she turned to the woman in her seat. “Hello. I’m not sure we’ve met.”

“Samantha,” the woman introduced herself. There was an expression of mild distaste on her face. “Who’re you?”

“This is Freddie,” Rosie said. “My wife.”

Freddie watched with raised eyebrows as Samantha turned to Rosie and frowned. “Your wife?”

“What’s going on here?”

“Nothing’s going on here,” Rosie assured her. “Sammy’s an old friend and we were just catching up.”

“Old friend,” Samantha echoed with a scoff. “Yeah, sure, Robbie, we were friends.”

“What does that mean?” Freddie asked. Her eyes flicked between the two of them, her arms folded across her chest. 

“It means I was his girlfriend, sweetie,” Samantha replied sharply. “And we were just reminiscing on all the good times we shared together. Y’know, in the backs of movie theatres, in my dad’s old car, in -”

“That’s enough,” Rosie cut across her. “Fred, it wasn’t like that, honey.”

Freddie’s eyes were wide as she stared back at him from across the table, lost as she wondered what she was supposed to do with herself. “Rosie, I’m not sure I know what’s going on.”

“Why’s she calling you Rosie?” Samantha demanded from beside him, though her eyes were on Freddie.

“That’s what everyone called me during the war - just - it doesn’t matter,” Rosie stumbled to reply. “Fred, honey, nothing’s going on.”

Samantha’s eyes were narrowed on Freddie, her lips curled in a smirk as she laid a hand on Rosie’s bicep and added, “Not yet.”

Freddie stared back at her blankly for a moment, hardly able to believe what she was seeing, before she tilted her chin up and pushed her shoulders back, mustering up the authority she’d had during the war when an entire wing of wireless ops had followed her every order. “Can you get your hands off my husband, please?” Her voice was level - sweet, even, and casual - but there was an undercurrent of steel Freddie knew the other woman had heard because her eyes hardened.

Samantha’s hand curled around Rosie’s arm. Surely, her nails must have been digging in. “Your husband was my boyfriend first,” she said, lifting one perfectly plucked eyebrow in challenge.

“Was your boyfriend,” Freddie repeated, her gaze hard. “Is my husband. It really doesn’t matter to me when you were together or for how long because it ended, it’s over, he came to England and met me, we fell in love, he proposed, we got married, now we live in his apartment together with our dog. So whatever competition you’ve decided is going on here, I hate to be the one to tell you but you’ve lost. Quite severely.” She planted her hands on the table and leaned forward over it to be at eye level with the other woman. Her voice dropped an octave. “So hands off my husband, don’t make me tell you again.”

Samantha stared back at her, her mouth falling open, an incredulous smile tugging at its edges. Finally, she turned to Rosie with raised eyebrows. “Robbie,” she complained.

Rosie was looking at Freddie, grinning. “What?” It took him a moment, but eventually he tore his eyes away to meet Samantha’s. “You heard her, didn’t you?”

“You aren’t gonna do anything?”

“I’m gonna dance with my wife,” Rosie replied. “Have a nice night, Sam.” With that, Rosie wrenched his arm out of her grip and rose to his feet, wrapping a protective arm around Freddie’s waist as they turned and headed to the dance floor.

“What a cow,” Freddie said when they were pressed together, swaying to the music. “She really thought she was going to steal you from me.”

Rosie only laughed. “Nothing and no one is ever gonna steal me from you, Fred, I promise, sweetheart.”

Freddie shot a glance over her shoulder, her eyes narrowed, her lips twisted in a residual frown. “Thinking we’re in competition,” she mumbled to herself as she turned back around. Wherever Samantha now was, it wasn’t anywhere near where they’d left her. “You’re mine, Robert Rosenthal,” Freddie declared, locking her arms around Rosie’s neck and pushing up on her toes to kiss him soundly on the lips. “Only mine. I don’t care how many rabid ex-girlfriends you have crawling around the city, you’re mine, you hear me?”

“I hear you, baby,” Rosie assured her, smiling wide. He shook his head once, as though to clear a fog. “You’re so beautiful, Fred. I love you so bad. Can we go home?”

Freddie quirked an eyebrow. “Why would we go home? We’ve only had two drinks.”

Rosie ducked his head until his lips were brushing her ear. His hands on the small of her back slid down dangerously low. “I think you know why,” he whispered.

Freddie smirked, turning her head until their lips brushed when she next spoke. “Seeing me jealous get you hot under the collar, Major?”

“You have no idea.”

Freddie grinned. “One more dance and you can have your way with me, honey.” She spotted Samantha watching them from over Rosie’s shoulder, attempting to be surreptitious as she lingered in the crowd by the bar. Freddie smiled sweetly at her as they locked eyes, then brushed a soft kiss against Rosie’s lips and whispered, “First, why don’t you be a good boy and make sure your bitch of an ex-girlfriend knows whose name you’ll be calling tonight?”

The kiss he gave her in reply was deep and long and messy, not entirely appropriate for a public setting and yet they were far from the only couple forgetting themselves in the club tonight. By the time they stumbled out of the door together, hand in hand and giggly, Samantha had no more ideas about any sort of competition for Rosie’s heart. It was clear to her now that that was a feud she’d long since lost.

[billkaulitzwife]

Greasers Find a V4pe (Headcanon)

Dallas is walking down the road to the Curtis's house and kicked something with his shoe by accident. He picks it up and takes a good look at it. "What the hell..?" He said, his accent coming through heavy.

Dallas takes one last drag of his cigarette and puts it out. He notices two holes in the device, as if he could blow into it. He tried that, but it didn't work. So he decided to inhale.

His throat burned for a moment, almost like a Kool but not quite. As Dally exhaled, he saw a thick cloud of smoke. There was also a flavour in his mouth. A sweet flavour that reminded him of Coca Cola. His face dropped in amazement then started running to the house.

Dallas burst through the door and the people in the living room turned. Steve, Pony, and Soda were sitting there shocked. "Dally, what's wrong?" Ponyboy asked, concerned.

"I-I don't know, man, but I found this thing! It's.. It's like a cigarette but it has a flavour. Tastes like Cola."

Addi ran from her's and Pony's shared room and into Dally's arms. "What's this?" She said after she pulled away and took the device from him.

"No clue, doll. Here, Steve, try it." Dallas said, taking it from Ads and tossing it to Steve. Pony looked concerned and confused, no clue with what was happening.

"I wanna try after you!" Addi and Pony said in unison.

"I'm older!" Pony yelled at the blonde in front of him.

"I'm younger!" Ads fought back.

"Girls, girls, you'll both get a go." Steve said as he gripped the thing in his fingers. "How the hell do I use this?"

Dallas shrugged slightly before explaining. "I mean I just inhaled it like a weed, so-"

There was an abrupt coughing from Steve as he gripped and clawed at his own throat, smog spewing from his mouth. "Holy shit! He's right, it does taste like Coke!"

"ARE YOU DYING?" Johnny piped up as he peaked his head out of the bathroom.

"Woahhh.." Sodapop said, like this shit was a magic trick, his little siblings looking on in utter shock and amazement.

The twins looked at eachother and tossed themselves onto the floor to grab the cigarette like thing. "Give it here!" "My turn!" "Screw off!" Was all that could be heard as they rumbled on the floor.

Steve sat there at his spot on the floor and started laughing hysterically. "Nah, nah. Johnny, you wanna try?"

The small figured boy stepped out of the bathroom, a towel concealing his waist. "Yeah, man, pass it here." He said as Steve threw it overhand and Johnny caught it in one hand.

"Mind you, Johnnycakes, it kinda burns your throat. Like your first cigarette." Dallas said over the yelling 15 year olds on the floor as they rolled and rumbled.

Johnny took it and inhaled slowly, the bottom of the thing lighting up. He held back some coughs and exhaled from his nose, the same smog spewing from his nostrils.

"Damn, you took that shit good." Soda said before he yelled at the twins. "Hey! Cut it out, you'll get a turn!"

They looked up as Pony had half of his sisters hand in his teeth and his hand in her hair. "Huh?" They hummed through grit teeth.

"Let go of my hair!" Ads said before Johnny tossed her the device. It landed on the floor and her hand moved quickly to grab it. Pony got off of his sister and punched her in the tricep. "Ow! You little sh-"

"Hey! I said enough!" Soda exclaimed in a mom-like manner. "Addi, get your turn."

She grinned at her twin mischievously before she lifted the thing to her lips and inhaling. She coughed a little as smoke escaped her lips. "You good, hun?" Dal said as the teen coughed even more.

"Yeah, yeah." She said before handing it to her brother.

Pony glanced up and nodded with a thank you and brought it to his mouth and inhaled. He didn't cough at all and smiled as he exhaled slowly. "Holy shit.. OH my head feels funny..."

"YEAH! I was gonna say that!" Said Johnny as he grinned.

Soda opened his hands like he was waiting for a football. "Here, Pony." He quick caught it and was hesistant to try it for a moment. As he inhaled, his face contorted into a weird grimace. "Oh.." He spoke, his voice deeper than usual.

He coughed out the smoke when Darry and Two-Bit walked in. "What's happening?" Two said carelessly.

Soda tossed him it and he caught it as Darry tiredly walked to the kitchen. "Whaddy'all want for dinner?"

The twins piped up "Soup!" And everyone agreed.

"Perfect, easy." He said before squeaking the stove on and starting on the meal.

"Soda, what's this?"

Everyone shrugged, but Dallas explained. "It's like a weed but at the same time, it's like steam? I found it on the side of the road about 20 minutes ago on my way here."

"Sick, how do you use it?"

"Just inhale it I guess?" Ads said softly.

As the water heated, Darry walked in and kicked Dallas out of his chair before he sat in it.

"Tastes like Cola." Pony and Soda said in unison. "Kinda weird." Soda finished.

"Oh?" Two-Bit quickly tried it, taking it like a troop with no coughs or nothing. "Damn! That's nice. Head feels funny though."

He passed it to Darrell before he slid down the wall to sit on the floor. In the meantime, Johnny had already gotten dressed, wearing one of Pony's shirts since his was dirty.

Dallas once more explained what the device was to Darry and he tried it. He coughed a couple times, but exhaled the smog carefully. "Wow. That tastes ten times better than a weed."

They all laughed and agreed as Addi got up to sit on the couch with Johnny and Dallas. "Do you think we could do tricks with it?" They all started chattering softly about it

They once again went around in turns trying ghosts and French inhales and Os.

The best Os came from Johnny, Pony, and Darry,

the best ghosts came from Dallas, Pony, Addi, and Steve,

and the best French inhales came from Soda, Two-Bit, and Addi.

All the greasers laughed and tried to figure out a name for the thing. "Well, since it's like steam what about a steamer?" Two-Bit suggested.

"What about a smoker?" Sodapop piped up.

Everyone disagreed.

Then Pony had the best idea. "Well, if it's steam that's water vapor... What about..."

Both the twins spoke up, "Vape?"

Everyone liked that and they decided to keep that name. They all kept talking and stuff as Darry finished up dinner.

The teens all got a bowl of soup and kept hitting the vape, when suddenly it got back around to Steve.

The light on the end started blinking and no smoke came out. Everyone was DEVASTATED.

"IT'S DEAD!" Johnny yelled.

"We should hold it a funeral." Addie suggested.

And that's what they did after dinner.

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Hey all!! So it's been about a month, I haven't gotten better, but I got bored and wrote this. Happy Valentine's Day!!

Requests are still open!!

[autisticempathydaemon]

your match up game looks so fun ‼️‼️‼️‼️ i wanna try it out hehe (rambling ahead)

1. beast of blood by malice mizer :3 i honestly don't have a reason other than it being chaotic enough that it fills up empty noise in my brain lol

2. 5w6 !!

3. ohh i LOVE youtube essays/analyses whether i'm fully listening or have em as background noise, i love horror youtube deep dives, particularly about analog/digital horror series and that one creepypasta iceberg hehe

4. i don't think i've ever had one ? to be honest i don't think i ever thought abt it until i saw it in like . cartoons n shit , never rlly knew about the concept of imaginary friends as a kid 😭

5. recently i use redacted sleep aid audios but most of the time i just . stay awake until my brain shuts down 🤞

6. honestly? i never thought abt this . but the first thing that came into my mind was veronica (idk either!!) though if i genuinely wanted to change my name i'd want it to be gender neutral, and tbh i doubt i'd have any important meaning behind it i'd just pick whatevr sounds nice

7. guy's sleep audio !!!! i joke about wanting guy angst a lot but to be real . this audio of his is so vulnerable .. like before that we only saw him being a goof and stuff yaknow . . idk that one forreals hit different 4 me

8. as much as i love every character, i do not understand why gavin is the most popular😭 don't get me wrong , love him, maybe it's because i haven't listened to the fl series but i do not get the hype💔

9. i don't know all the words per se but i would have to say mean girls . . as problematic as that movie is now its iconic and i love it and i need to rewatch it BAD .

10. damien tbh . haven't gotten to his other audios but i think i would want 2 be besties w him i relate 2 him a good amount (he also seems like the type id be intimidated into doing well in school for)

11. to be real i wld not be able to ramble if im tired LOL i think i'd be more quiet bcz i have a hard time sleeping to begin with

12. tbh just a soda (coca cola bcz i am basic) i go to convenience stores n stuff after school so im only there to pick up something quick before i go home so im in and im out 🔥🔥

13. the 2007 sweeney todd soundtrack 🤞 i cannawt find the movie ANYWHERE and its nostalgic to me so listening to the songs is the closest i'll get to scratch the itch in my brain

14. fnaf tbh EHWHEHW i've been into fnaf ever since i was a kid and it's stuck with me because it's what got me into horror n stuff  🫶

15. i'm a saggitarius, my mbti is INTP, i love horror and fashion, despite wearing a lot of darker alt fashion, my favorite color is pink (my phone case is decorated to the gods its very ridiculous) i like doing my own nails (funnily enough in bright colors) , i think i relate to honey the most in terms of personality, and i like to analyze most of the media im into!!

So part of my thought process is based on your personality types, the Troubleshooter and the Logician. However, I have to admit a bigger part of my reasoning is I think Asher would love your fashion sense and would contrast you so cutely.

Like, on a deep, core level, your personality types give me the impression of someone who’s thoughtful and analytical and capable of solving problems. Those are good traits for a beta’s mate, especially when Asher can have more social, impulsive tendencies. On a funsies level, I imagine Asher dresses like your typical So Cal dude, kinda surfer chic, and he loves your style and what an odd pair you make. Like, on all levels but especially physical, you are the embodiment of the black cat/golden retriever couple.

Asher loves everything about you, so many things about you he finds it hard to pick a favorite. He loves the contrast between your dark clothes and your bright nails, loves asking you to paint his while you’re at it so y’all can match. He loves watching FNAF theories with you, because he was definitely a FNAF teenager. He even loves watching scary movies with you though he’s terrible with them. (Asher’s the type that loves the adrenaline rush while it’s playing but regrets it once it’s time to lock up the house.)

Song:

In the car, I just can't wait/ To pick you up on our very first date/ Is it cool if I hold your hand?/ Is it wrong if I think it's lame to dance?/ Do you like my stupid hair?/ Would you guess that I didn't know what to wear?/ I'm just scared of what you think/ You make me nervous so I really can't eat/ Let's go/ Don't wait/ This night's almost over

Given we canonically know Asher to be a FOB fanboy, it’s hardly a leap to assume he’s a Blink fan, especially this song. I think this particular track is not only fun and nostalgic to him but captures his energy and vibes, how he felt when he first fell in love with you. It’s also catchy as hell, so you know he’s singing this at you full-volume all the time.

Runner-ups:

Anytime someone says they’re a horror fan, I’ve got to put Guy in their big three; one of my top headcanons is that he writes some gripping horror and loves it as a genre. (I also think he loves FNAF lore and finds it so fun, though he was not impressed by the movie.) I also love Lasko for you because I think he admires your bold, authentic fashion choices and finds them inspirational.

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

[reginageorgesgirlfriend3020]

Amber freeman adores you! (Part 8)

She knows you love basketball so for a Christmas present she got you an Allen iverson jersey

When you're craving a soda she bought you a coca cola from 7-11

She wanted to make sure your first was special

So she went slow with touching your body and kissing you everywhere

Til you were very comfortable then

You wanted her to sex you rough

She loves to buy you a chicken parmesan sandwich every Saturday night for dinner

Even though it was months late she got you the yeezy foam runners shoes for your birthday

And on temu.com she got you 2 pairs of foam runners shoes as well

She promises to keep you safe while you sleep

You love being the little spoon because

Amber loves being the big spoon

She'll kiss you over a million times everyday

You love when Amber hugs you all day

When you first saw her in may class senior year of highschool she smiled at you. And you smiled at her.

"Here! You can sit next to me. It'll be easier to pass notes hehe". Amber said. She giggled.

You laughed. "Okay! I shall sit next to you!" You said.

In Math class Amber was always looking for a reason to hug you or hold your hand

And you didnt mind at all. She looked so warm and cuddly too

And before highschool graduation Amber finally asked you out.

"(Y/n) I really like you. A lot actually. Will you go on a date with me? Will you be my girlfriend?" Amber asked you.

You smiled so wide. "Yes! Yes to both questions!" You said.

And you and Amber finally kissed!!!