#smth small w wheels

[fiendishartist2]

trying to act like i dont miss being a kid w shit all to do

[steeltwigz]

You got it Boss 🫡 (salute emoji)

Sonic and Shadow both use wheelchairs, eventually. BUT, before they get those, Shadow takes to riding Omega as a means to get around, or just Doesnt Move when he's too sore or tired, but that's rarely. He was inspired on the ARK when Maria would be so determined to do anything she wanted to do despite her pain and fatigue, so he tries to do his best as well, though Maria would've had mobility aids: crutches and a wheelchair, and 24/7 access to doctors and help. Shadow personalizes his aids to look similar to Maria's, though not 100%. He's into the small details like a specific sticker or such, and has a Lot representing all of his different friends and his interests, namely guns, cats, and motorcycles.

Sonic's mobility aids are built by Tails for Maximum Speed and Efficiency. They all have Tails' logo on them. Sonic's wheelchair has a hidden engine, and weaponry so he can still fight badniks and go rlly fast. As a gift, someone gave him chili dog stickers to put on them too. His wheelchair also has extra storage attachments, and maybe he has one w treads instead of wheels for hiking through forests? Or maybe the wheels can swap out? Idk if that's possible

Going Super gives both hedgehogs headaches. Shadow becuz that's a lot of energy for him to deal with, and Sonic becuz of the way Chaos energy interacts w him is overstimulating.

Once he finds out abt Shadow, Tails asks Omega, during repairs, if it has any tips abt what to do that could help Sonic. They share tips and research. Team Dark is actually surprisingly helpful, Shadow from having lived around doctors for most of his life and Rouge and Omega learning from Shadow. I imagine he had to teach them a little bit as well, or they picked up on whats most helpful, though this is just for fatigue and headaches specifically (maybe also PTSD) and obviously it varies person to person. Maybe they also learned smth through G.U.N idk, either way it's a good starting point for Tails.

Sonic needs to go to the doctor like every other week but he never does so by the time Tails finally drags him down there he ends up very confused like “ok but what do you mean my legs are supposed to not ache in the morning?  what do you mean my head isn’t supposed to feel like it’s gonna explode when I go to casino night zone?  what do you mean my tummy isn’t supposed to feel bad after I have a chilidog?”

[jellitchi]

hello friends heres some more artist au ,,, i have A huge infodump under the cut ... u were warned

uhm mumbo is a tattoo artist in this au, hes the towns electrician primarily but he does tattoo work too. hes terrified of needles on his own skin but really enjoys the process of tattooing. i think he mostly does geometric stuff. probably hrm.

gem runs and owns the fishing dock/bait shop. shes born and raised in this town so shes been here her whole life. shes okay at painting but her real passion is with clay- specifically sculpting. shes taking a pottery workshop w grian but she like the freedom sculpting has that the wheel cant really give her...? if that makes sense.. she still likes it. when she paints she gravitates towards gouache and watercolors, she likes the fluidity she can achieve w em. also is very fond of how gouache lets u set it down then return and reactivate it w water again lol

pearl is a relatively successful artist, shes constantly traveling for art shows and also to host workshops/look for inspiration. she used to paint a lot, thats how she kinda got her fame... she used to paint this one girl a lot idk she has curly orange hair and freckles and shes always painted really beautifully. then stuff happened and now pearl mostly sculpts now. she still paints and her paintings are her most popular works but shes more into working w clay.

hm more abt this au, pearl and grian are siblings and both grew up learning oil painting. jimmy is also in this au im still figuring out a role but hes their cousin— basically brother— i was thinking pearls manager js coz i think itd b funny lol.

the setting is a small coastal town hrmm havent thought too much else abt it, was mostly pulling from coastal norcal ish...

in this au scar and grian are really really tight and have been living w each other for like 5/6 ish years. i dont think they officially get tgt... they think theyre woke asf n say they dont like labels (kinda kidding) the real reason is just timing. whenever grian is sick of running circles and works up the courage, scar usually has some complications hes working through and grian feels like hed just be another stressor added to his plate so he just wills it away... then when scar is like Im gonna do it. Im gonna tell him. Grian is experiencing sum kinda dilemma and is rly stressed so then scar is like well it can wait... (this goes on forEver.) whenever they do sync up, usually theyre far too scared about ruining their friendship and having to find a new roommate or something. they both r very important to each other and if bottling up their feelings means they can hold onto each other and keep each other around then thats what theyll do...! yeah theyre doomed🤦‍♂️.... they still basically do romantic activities tgt- they just think its normal coz its them.... also everyone around them thinks theyre secretly dating or smth anyways Yeah this is the au in a nutshell im such a sucker for long term pinning friends to lovers or whatever😭😭😭😭😭...

[pixxiies]

— WHEELS ON

THE BUS . 𓂃 ㅤ۫ ㅤ⊹

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︴﹒ warnings ; smut (obvii), p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up buddy), pet names (baby and angel), highschool au (characters are 18+), first person pov, y/n is used like once, degradation if you squint, lowercase intended, public sex, and praise

︴﹒ summary ; theres a field trip and theres not that much space on the bus so reader sits on chris’ lap and it leads to smth (i HATE doing summarys)

︴﹒ paring ; switch!chris x switch!reader

︴﹒ haven’s notes ; IM BACK!! sorry for not writing in a while i have been busy w school 😞😞 also are u guys interested for a part 2 for make it up?? i might scrap it but idkk 🙁 also this was based on a request

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ˋ☆ — i was waiting in line to get onto the bus for the end of year senior field trip. as sad i was for this to be my last field trip ever, i was excited to go to disney to be my last one. i got on the bus, seeing how there wasn’t that much room.

my eyes darted towards an open seat in the back. with a small sigh of relief, i made my way to it. i sat next to chris that i was somewhat friends with. “hi.” i speak softly. “oh hey, you excited?” he asked me, flashing me a smile.

“yeah! i haven’t been to disney in a long time, how about you?” i reply with a small smile in return. “eh, sort of. im not that much of a disney person, i really like universal more.” the brunette boy told me. my eyebrows raised slightly. i hum softly in reply before my eyes looked around the bus. it was incredibly crowded and to make it worse, a teacher came up to us.

“is it alright if you can move so i can place this box there?” the blonde curly haired lady asked me while holding a box filled with lunchboxes. i bit the inside of my bottom lip. “oh? uhh i don’t know where else to sit.” i say, my fingers starting to fidget with the lace on the hem of my shirt. “you could sit on my lap.” chris suggested nonchalantly. my face turned to face his, “you sure?” i said with a slight tint of worry in my voice.

“yeah i dont mind.” he said. after we got the approval from the teacher, i crawled onto chris’ lap. my back pressed against his chest comfortably and i placed my draw string bag on top of all the lunchboxes. “let me know if ya’ get uncomfortable.” chris reminded me as he awkwardly placed his hands in my lap. i nod, blushing a little bit when he placed his hands on my lap.

the bus started moving after a little bit, and as time passed i was getting bored. i turned towards my bag and grabbed my headphones and my phone so i could listen to music. just as i put one of the airpods in, the bus drove on a speed bump, making me bounce a little bit on chris’ lap. i heard his breath hitch a little bit, making me ask him if he was okay. “‘m okay.” he said, his hands starting to play around with my thighs that were being barely covered from my jean skirt.

as i sort of expected, i felt chris get hard underneath me. he started to ramble to me about what i would be doing this summer, trying to get me to not notice his boner that was rubbing against me. “chris its not working.” i giggle quietly as i place my phone and airpods back into my bag. “whats not working?” he asks me quickly, his words laced with anxiety.

“i can feel your dick.” i laugh again, turning around a bit so i could see his face. chris let out a small defeated sigh, earning a small smile from me. “im sorry, its a instinct.” he said quietly with a little embarrassed smirk. i shook my head, “dont worry chris.” i say, rocking myself onto his hardon. i smiled a little bit as i felt his hands quickly grip onto my hips.

“y-y/n.” chris stuttered as he leaned his head back slightly. i whined out quietly, thankful that the bus was loud enough to cover it up. i kept grinding against him, getting wetter and wetter to the sounds that he was making into my ear. “fuck.” he whimpered, leaning his chin on my bare shoulder. my eyes fluttered shut slowly as i teased chris a little bit by slowing my pace until it came to a halt. “why did you stop?” he pouted.

i looked to the side where i thought there would be other students sitting but instead it was just other boxes. “good.” i whispered under my breath as i sat up a bit. i guess this was a hint for chris to unzip his pants. as he did so, he also pulled his boxers down to his upper thigh. i lowered my ass down while my fingers pulled my white lacey panties to the side.

i shuddered when i felt the burning sensation of him stretching me out as i sunk down his cock. his hands found my hips again and he gripped onto them, guiding me as i rode him. my hands rested on top of my thighs, gripping onto my jean skirt. “your taking me so well angel.” chris breathed into my ear, sending me shivers down my spine. “shitt.” i dragged out quietly as my mouth fell agape from pleasure. my hips swayed against his a bit quicker now, earning whines from him.

“shh, don’t want anyone to hear you baby.” i say, turning around to look at him slightly. he nodded slowly, making me go back to doing my thing. i smiled when i noticed how grabby chris was getting. his hands grabbed and touched anything he could. “can’t believe your riding me in the back of the bus like a slut.” the boy with brunette loose curls laughed dryly. i turn to face him again and looked at him with doe eyes.

“well you were the one who suggested for me to sit on your lap in the first place, sturniolo.” i state, my voice a little bit unbalanced since the head of his cock hitting my sweet spot perfectly. after i turned my head back, chris grabbed onto the back of my skirt. my back arched off of his chest as i just let him thrust up into me. “f-fuck im gon— ahh, im gonna cum.” i breath, biting my bottom lip to prevent myself from making any loud sounds.

“cum with me baby.” chris whined into my ear while wrapping his arms around my waist just so he can hold me still to thrust into me. i let my bottom lip bounce back and my mouth fall agape. soon enough, i came all over his cock. i threw my head back on his shoulder with his chin on my shoulder.

i then felt him fill me up with his seed, making me whine a little bit. the brunette kissed my temple softly before he spoke. “you okay?” he asked. i nodded, my hand reaching up to my hair and tucking a small strand behind my ear. “yeah, i have uhm.. tissues in my bag.” i say while reaching over to the pink bag and grabbed a few tissues from inside so we could clean up.

after we did so, i managed to squeeze between chris and the box filled with lunchboxes. i looked up at the blue-eyed boy and smiled. “we’re at disney.” he said. “happily ever after then.” i joked with a giggle.

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︴﹒ haven’s notes pt2 ; hope u guys liekd this :3 im gonna write more after this week i promise yalll

︴﹒ taglist ; @mxqdii @espressomads @luverboychris @sturniol0s @mattsluttywaist

[thetriplets3]

"you never have to worry about me leaving" w matt?

like, reader had just gotten into it w her parents and they said something along the lines of, "you're unlovable, just wait till that little boyfriend of yours leaves." or smth like that

please and thank you !! 😊😊

❝𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠❞

again i hope this makes sense and that it’s what you wanted

warnings: bad relationship with parents arguing with parents, negative thoughts, relationship doubts, i think that’s all

my parents and i have never seen eye to eye on things, they constantly find things to start arguments about but they never go this far or personal.

“you’re insufferable how does that boyfriend of yours deal with you? you’re exhausting to be around i’m shocked he hasn’t left you yet it’s only a matter of time!” my parents yell, faces red with anger.

this has gone on for so long i don’t even know why they started yelling in the first place, i just zoned out, my thoughts wandering to their words.

how could my parents say that to me? if i’m so insufferable and unloveable to be around why am i even here? am i that much of a burden on everyone? why does anyone keep me around? they probably just feel bad for me. does matt even love me or is it pity? is he just playing me? when will he leave me? why hasn’t he yet?

without thinking i quickly stood up and made my way to my car not even thinking to put shoes on, my mind solely focused on getting out of here. silently i drive to matt’s house, no music, no tears, no thoughts just feeling numb.

i could see matt watching me as i sit in my car with my head slumped against the steering wheel trying to collect myself before going inside. he never left his window, sensing something was wrong he allowed me space to come in when i was ready to.

getting out of the car i let out a sigh and take a deep breath of fresh air in as i make my way to their apartment, letting myself in. giving nick and chris who were in the living room a small hello i headed straight for matt’s room. softly i knock on his door waiting for permission to enter.

“come in baby” he calls out.

he had closed the blinds and turned on his LED lights to blue, knowing i prefer softer lights. he was sitting in bed with his back against the headboard, duvet pulled back, and arms open ready for me to crawl into.

“i’m glad you’re here, i missed you, love. i was gonna text you to see if you wanted to come over and cuddle you must have read my mind” he said, keeping his volume low to match to softness in the room.

with my head on his chest i stayed quiet not know what to say or how to bring it up. he knows about the arguments with my parents but he doesn’t know how intense they’ve gotten and i’m scared to tell him in fear that what they said will be true. he feels my breaths becoming fast and shaky as tears start falling. opting to calm me down instead of forcing me to talk, he runs his fingers delicately up and down my back for a bit before settling in my hair gently massaging it.

“you don’t have to tell me anything. i just need you to calm down you’ll make yourself sick sweetheart” he reassures, taking deep breaths himself, encouraging me to match his breathing as he whispers gentle encouragements in my ear.

this goes on for quite a while before i feel calm enough to tell him what happened.

in the quietest voice i explain what they said, “i don’t even know what i did to make them start yelling at me in the first but they said i’m insufferable and exhausting to be around and they don’t know how you put up with me and they’re shocked you haven’t left me yet” i take a shaky breath. “why are you even with me why haven’t you left me already?” tears pool in my eyes.

“hey hey it’s okay, breath baby. i’m happy you feel safe with me to tell me that” he sits up straighter and pulls me to sit on his lap so we’re face to face. “you are not insufferable and you are not exhausting to be around. you’re the complete opposite i can’t spend a second without you and when i do you’re all i think about. i’m with you because i love you, i love the way you care for people, how gentle you are, how giddy you get when you pass a dog on the street. there’s nothing not to love about you. i’ll spend the rest of my life showing you you deserve to be loved. you never have to worry about me leaving. i’m in it for the long run your stuck with me”

“thank you matt. i’m sorry i questioned our love for me. i love you baby i’m glad you’re here, forever”

“i love you sweet girl, get some rest i’m never leaving”

taglist: @antisocialties @iluvmatt @dwntwn-strnlo @fake-coolbeans @opheliaofficial07 @angelcake-222 @oneirophobic @strniolo @lollibumblebee @ssturniolo @20nugs @abbie13sworld @strniolo @luvsturniolo

[sunshine-daisies-library]

staged romance | luke hemmings x actress!reader

summary: when you get the role of a lifetime, luke struggles to support you when he finds out who your scripted love interest is 

word count: 10.8k

warnings: misogyny, arguments, drinking, jealousy, swearing, mentions of cheating, angst

author’s note: the title of the movie/book and the show were smth i made up on the fly so it’s not to be affiliated w other books/movies that are called that lol, it’s all a coincidence. this is also not proofread!

second author's note: the last bit was rushed in the end but let me be clear! my intent was to portray a loving realistic relationship with healthy communication of feelings and borders. of course, things like that are tough to convey in a one-shot alone. talks of jealousy and cheating is heavily mentioned throughout the text, but it is not my intent to make luke appear toxic or y/n seem unfaithful. the two are in a healthy relationship that gets plagued by jealousy, insecurities, and stupid social media! i, in no way, shape, or form, condone toxic relationships and try my best to let that show in my writing. please consult a trusted loved one if you are experiencing a toxic relationship. i love yall and hope the best!

happy reading lovelies <3

“I’m sure you boys are incredibly busy now more than ever,” the interviewer said, referring to the band’s many new surprises in store. “I can’t help but wonder what you guys are most excited about.”

Luke was nodding along to the woman, barely paying attention and silently hoping for the interview to end faster. Ashton had always teased Luke for having a blank stare during these interviews and the fans have caught on, too, but he couldn’t help being bored talking about the same things over and over again. 

“So busy,” Michael agreed, taking the reins on the question. “We’ve got new music coming out, we’ve been working nonstop to release them and film music videos, too. Not to mention our tour coming up in a couple of months. But to speak for the boys, I think we’re all pretty excited to have our music featured in a movie.” 

Ashton was quick to chime in. “Yeah, we’ve worked real hard on this one, we were in the studio for hours trying to perfect it and we hope we did the movie justice.” 

The interviewer shifted through her binder of notes and questions. “It’s safe to say everyone is stoked to hear it in theaters,” she concluded. “But the question that’s been on everyone’s minds is, Luke, how do you feel about writing a song for a movie your girlfriend is the face of? Could you walk us through that process?” 

Calum quietly nudged Luke in the side, bringing his attention to the woman sitting before them. “Oh yeah,” Luke coughed, readjusting his posture in his chair. “I’m super excited to help bring this story to life, it’s been a real journey to go through the entire process of it all. I’m especially proud of y/n for getting the lead role, it’s been a dream of hers to get this far and I’m so lucky to have her in my life and watch her grow as an actress.” 

“Aw,” Ashton leaned into his mic, making the boys laugh. “So cute.” 

“Very cute,” Luke retorted with a small smile. “She’s great and definitely deserves this role; she’s worked so hard on it and it really shows on the screen. As for the music, I agree with Ash when he said we worked our asses off on it. y/n definitely put in a lot of input on this one, not actually, but she was a great inspiration throughout the writing and producing process.”

Michael grinned at his friend, picking up his mic. “He’s downplaying it,” he quipped. “When the producer reached out to us to write something up for the movie, Luke was really into it. I mean reading through the tidbit that the producer sent us, rereading the book the movie was based on, all of it. Out of the four of us, Luke was really the one who took the wheel on this project and y/n was a big part of the reason why.” 

Luke turned red at Michael’s explanation, but it was true. He was ecstatic to hear they wanted 5 Seconds of Summer to add to their soundtrack, and he was even more excited to hear it was for the very movie you just received the lead role for. You both found out the news on the same day and were over the moon excited. 

“I got the part!” you yelled, running down the hall to Luke’s office with Petunia following close behind you. “Babe! I got the part-”

Luke swung the door open, a look of disbelief on his face. “They want us to write a song for the movie,” he announced. 

Your eyes were wide at his news. In an instant, you jumped into his arms and he caught you, spinning you around as you both let out shouts of joy. Luke peppered kisses down your face and neck, anywhere he could reach, in pride. 

“I’m so proud of you, baby,” he told you earnestly. “I’m so so proud of you. You earned this!” 

“We earned this,” you corrected him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling into a kiss.

“Guilty,” Luke sheepishly admitted to the interviewer. “I love my girl, what can I say?”

The woman let out a chuckle before getting back into the interview. “All the fans are happy to hear that,” she told him. “Last question and it’s for Luke again;  so Michael said that you read the book for “What Lies Between Us,” and so you probably know that there are a couple explicit scenes in there, particularly between the lead and her love interest, played by Harry Styles. We all are very aware of your past with One Direction, having toured with them and gaining your fame through the tours. How do you feel about your girlfriend and friend coming together for these intimate scenes?” 

The boys “oohed” immaturely as Luke blushed, shaking his head. You had already told him there would be scenes like that in the movie, not because he was jealous or would prevent you from doing them, but just to be open with him. After a discussion, the both of you were on the same page about the scenes, agreeing that it’s just work and holds no value offset. 

“Yeah, n/n told me about them,” Luke chuckled, taking a sip of water. “And I don’t have anything to say about them. y/n is a great actress and so is Harry. They’re respectable workers and take their job seriously. I trust them both, not that that matters.” 

“Well said,” the interviewer applauded. “So even beyond the explicit scenes, do you mind that they will be portraying lovers throughout the film?” 

Luke set his water on the ground. “I mean, who doesn’t love Harry Styles, he’s handsome,” he joked playfully. Luke’s crystal blue eyes stared deeply into the camera. “No, I don’t mind at all. It’s all for the movie. Styles may have my girl in the morning and afternoons, but at night she’s mine to hold to sleep.” 

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Luke entered the bedroom, sighing loudly as he hunched over to throw off his shirt. You had been laying there waiting for his arrival home, reading over your agenda and going over your lines in your pajamas under the covers. Petunia was sleeping soundly at the foot of your bed, unbothered by his usual antics. 

“You’re home late,” you mused, setting your pen down. “Everything okay, bub?” 

Luke moaned and groaned while kicking off his dress pants and replacing them with his more comfortable pair of sweatpants, eventually falling face down onto the bed. You giggled at his dramatics, your hand going to play through his blond curls. He relaxed at your touch as he reached for your hand and kissed it softly. 

“Do you think Harry is more handsome than me?” he asked, eyes peering up at yours. 

You raised your eyebrows curiously. “Do you want the answer of a 1D fan since high school or the answer of your loving girlfriend?” you joked. You and Luke both knew how deep your love for One Direction was as a teenager. He loved to tease you about your posters and t-shirts, not to mention the Harry Styles cardboard cutout you received as a birthday present one year.

Luke let out another grumble as he rolled onto his back. You scooted forward to rest his head on your lap. “Both,” he decided. 

You hummed, resuming your twirling of Luke’s hair. “Well as your girlfriend,” you began. “I think you are the most handsome man to ever walk this planet.” 

“And the 1D fan?” he begrudgingly asked.

You took your finger and softly traced along the bridge of his nose, trailing down to his jawline. “I think Harry Styles is very very handsome,” you answered. Watching Luke scrunch his nose in childish jealousy, you leaned in closer. “But I think the lead vocalist of the band that opened for One Direction was way better looking, sweeter, and all around so much better,” you whispered as though you were letting him in on a secret. 

Luke pushed you away, sighing loudly once again as you threw your head back in laughter. “That’s the girlfriend speaking!” he whined. 

“We’re one and the same, Lu,” you scolded playfully, reaching for your boyfriend. “Just because my seventeen year old self was too obsessed with Harry doesn’t mean I don’t love you and find you all the more attractive now.” 

Luke let out an unconvincing huff, making you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. “What’s gotten into you, bub?” you asked, concern taking over your curiosity. 

“The interview was all about you and the movie today,” he responded, tucking himself into bed and taking his spot beside you, nestled warmly in your chest. 

You snorted, resting your hand back into his hair. Not only were his curls extremely soft at the touch and soothing to play with, you knew -while he would never admit it aloud- Luke loved when you played with his hair. “Didn’t realize I was a tough topic to talk about,” you jested. 

Luke rolled over so he was practically laying half of his body on yours. “Nooo,” he said, voice muffled by your shirt. “You know I love to talk about you, baby. It’s just I got a question about you and Harry being love interests.” 

You stiffened, clearly caught off guard. “Oh,” you could only muster out. 

The musician nodded, burying himself into your chest and wrapping his arms around your waist. “People can be so annoying sometimes,” he huffed in frustration. “Why would I care if my girlfriend is playing Harry Styles’ love interest? It’s not like it changes anything between us or between me and Harry.”

“It’s because people are misogynistic and gross,” you explained with an equally upset frown. “Just because I’m a woman in the film industry, they think I’m going to fling myself at any man I act with. It was the same for my last movie. I don’t understand why people are so quick to judge and point fingers.” 

Luke lifted his chin and cupped your cheek affectionately. “I’m so sorry this is what you have to deal with everyday,” he apologized. “It’s bullshit, and I’ve made it crystal clear that you should be respected and valued for your work, not who you kiss or whatever on the screens.” 

“You can always shut down the questions if they ask you,” you reminded him. “You don’t have to make yourself uncomfortable.”

Luke bit his lip in thought, a habit you found adorable and mesmerizing to watch. “But I’d rather answer these questions and stop the narrative about actresses and showmances. It’s not fair for you guys to be scrutinized about your love lives and image while male actors never get those kinds of questions.” 

Your lips trembled in awe of Luke’s small rant. You had never felt so loved and appreciated by the man like you did right now. He was ever a gentleman in a world of childish boys. “You know I love you, right?” you asked him with a tearful smile. 

Luke raised his thumb to the corner of your eyes to wipe away a stray tear. “It’s the bare minimum to support my girl,” he told you. “I love you, too, baby.”

Settling back down under the covers with your lover, you rested your head on top of his. “You don’t have to worry about me and Harry,” you reassured him. “It’s strictly business between us, and he’s aware of that.” 

“I’m not worried,” Luke said, his eyes fluttering closed. “Get some sleep, love. You got an early morning ahead of you.” 

–

The next morning, you woke up refreshed with your boyfriend still fast asleep beside you. You smiled to yourself, taking a mental image of the singer nestled beside you. His arm was snug around your waist and his nose was buried in your chest, a normal routine you’ve found the both of you falling into when he was home from tours. What you hated the most was ending said routine when you had to wake up before him for filming. 

You slowly removed his arm and slid out from under the sheets, trying to not wake him. Of course, ever the heavy sleeper, Luke remained asleep, taking one of your pillows as an adequate replacement for you. You quietly began your morning routine of brewing coffee for yourself, brushing your teeth, and styling your hair. Petunia followed behind you, being the momma’s girl she was. You let her go outside as you got started on preparing breakfast. Normally, you’d make breakfast and coffee for two but you were called for an earlier shoot, barely before sunrise, so Luke would no doubt be asleep for a while.

Finished with breakfast and giving Petunia her required pets and kisses, you went back upstairs to get dressed for the day. You thought you had been relatively quiet, but nonetheless the singer woke up to you, half dressed, on the other side of the room.

“What a sight for sore eyes,” his raspy voice praised.

You turned your head around as you slipped on a pair of pants, rolling your eyes at him. “You should be asleep,” you scolded lightly. 

“And you should still be in bed with me,” he reprimanded in the same tone. Luke lazily reached across the bed for you, only short by a few inches. 

“I have to be in for an early shoot,” you reminded him. “You know I’d be asleep right beside you if I had the choice.” 

Luke groaned, making you laugh as you ruffled his hair similar to how you’d pet Petunia. “Why can’t you call out?” he whined like a toddler. 

You kissed his forehead and set for the door. “If I did, I’d be out of a job,” you told him. “Then who would Harry kiss on camera?”

“Not funny!” Luke yelled out as you grabbed the rest of your things and left your home. 

“Love you!” you shouted back, closing the door behind you. 

Luke rolled over back to his side, grabbing his phone and absentmindedly scrolled through Twitter. He figured that since he was already awake, he might as well look through his notifications before formally getting up. 

On Twitter, he realized in the bottom of his screen that he received thousands of tagged mentions. Curious, he clicked on the icon to see multiple photos of you and Harry outside the studio. You two were snuggled under a blanket, far too close for his liking. The smile on your face was one Luke was familiar with because it was the look you always gave him. Jealousy burned in his chest before he realized it. 

outofstyles: harry styles and y/n l/n is a pair we didn’t ask for but ended up needing SEVERELY

stylesupdatesdaily: styles-l/n was NOT on my bingo card this year but i am here for it!!! #styles-l/n #wlbumovie

lukehemmingslipring: why are people shipping harry and y/n when she’s been dating luke since way before the SGFG era??? and why am i fucking with it???

y/nismother: @lukehemmingslipring don’t tell me they broke up because if they did love isn’t real :(

y/nismother: @youngblood__irwin SEND THE LINK PLEASE!!!!!

Luke frowned at the back and forth in the comments, as well as additional tweets he was tagged in regarding the Hemmings vs. Styles drama, a drama he didn’t even knew had begun. Frustration and envy brewed inside him despite his strong attempts to fight the urge. He had promised you he wouldn’t get jealous. Hell, he didn’t expect himself to feel this way. He knew you, of course. And he knew Harry very well. In his right mind, he knew there was nothing behind the photos nor your staged romance. But the damn photos and tweets and people raising the question of the stability of his relationship…anger was clouding his mind and he could barely think straight. 

–

By the time you got to set, you were rushed into hair and makeup. You were used to the fast paced nature of the studio and settled into your routine with ease. As your hair designers twisted and pulled your hair back to prep for your wig, you saw a familiar figure catch your eye. 

“Good morning, darlin’,” Harry greeted with a chaste kiss on your cheek. You snorted at his thick Southern accent he had been practicing all year long. While he had improved significantly, you found that his drastic change from a charming British lad to a cheeky Southern man was still too bizarre to get accustomed to.

“Hello, honey,” you said back in a Chicago accent, remembering to stay still for the dressers to apply your wig. The accent you portrayed was one that your character had, a sharp-tongued divorcee. “Didn’t expect you to come in on time.”

“Love, I’m always on time,” he chuckled, sitting beside you to allow the artists to work their magic. “You’re just cooped up in your trailer doing God knows what with that husband of yours.” 

You laughed, eyes shut as your dear friend and makeup artist Alisha applied eyeshadow. “Not my husband,” you corrected him. 

“Well you’ve been dating him long enough for him to might as well be,” he joked. “You seriously mean to tell me Hemmings hasn’t put a ring on your finger?” You nodded as much as you could, considering Alisha was very adamant on perfecting your concealer under your eyes. “Well, he’s got to get a move on before I make a move myself.”

The two of you laughed, knowing the banter was light and all jokes. “Careful now, sweetheart,” you said, reverting back to your Chicago accent. “Mr. Hemmings might get a little jealous.” 

“Can’t have that now, can we?” he drawled, back in his Southern accent. “But you make such a pretty little wife on screen, how can I resist?” 

“You tease!” you exclaimed, clutching your heart and remaining in character. “Mr. McClantire, you know I’m a faithful woman.” 

Finished with his makeup, Harry stood up and readjusted his suit jacket. “Mrs. Abernathy, a lady like you should be cherished,” he explained, taking your hand and brushing his lips against his lightly. “I’ll meet you on set.” 

You chuckled, taking your hand back to fix your hat your stylist had expertly pinned to your head. “I’ll see you then, Mr. McClantire.” 

Leaving you be, Harry left the dressing room and gently closed the door. Alisha clicked her tongue at the British singer turned actor, shaking her head. “Always a tease, isn’t he,” she hummed, applying hair spray liberally. “He better watch himself or the media will end up in a frenzy with his flirtatious attitude.” 

“He’s a sweetheart, I know he means no harm,” you defended him, sipping your tea serenely. “I do believe he’s been seeing someone though so I know there’s no weight to his words. But I do admit his habits are going to make Twitter go crazy. Luke has already gotten wind of some of the news and gossip.” 

Alisha rested her hand on her hip, lips pursed in thought. “Only a matter of time before he gets jealous,” she mused playfully. 

“He won’t,” you said back, not expecting Alisha’s warning.

“Oh honey,” she shook her head. “You know men, they’ll get jealous.” 

–

Luke looked at the TV through the mirror reflection in his dressing room as he adjusted his dress shirt’s sleeves. Nearly a while had passed since the finish of filming and it was a matter of days until the movie’s premiere. Your schedule consisted of plenty of interviews and promo events which resulted in more drama tabloids being released about you and Harry. A scowl rested on his

and Harry on the screen talking with the host of the show. You were animatedly telling a story while Harry’s arm rested behind you. Albeit casual, Luke couldn’t help but glare at the gesture. 

“If looks could kill, he’d be dead,” Ashton mused from behind the blond singer. 

Luke brushed off his comment, turning away from the vanity. “I just wish he’d keep his bloody hands off her,” he muttered enviously. 

Calum was distractedly scrolling through his phone on the couch, no doubt bored, waiting for their cue to get on stage. “And sit fifty miles away from her?” he suggested plainly, sarcasm dripping from his voice. “Mate, they’re friends, of course they’re going to sit beside each other.” 

“But with his arm around her?” Luke pressed impatiently, fighting the urge to run his fingers through his hair. You reminded him constantly before arriving at the studio to not touch his hair. You’d worked so hard to style and gel it while he focused on his makeup. The blond settled for crossing his arms on his chest and tapping his foot. 

“Yeah,” Michael agreed with Luke. “He should cut it off,” he joked, dodging Luke’s swat of his hand. 

Ashton patted Luke’s shoulder, setting him down on the couch. “Calm down, Luke,” he instructed. “Take some deep breaths or else you’ll pop a vein. I understand how annoying publicists have been with Harry and n/n, but you shouldn’t let them get to you.” 

“How can I when they talk about my girl?” Luke seethed, his composure rigid. “They talk about her like she’s a fame chaser, going after Harry for publicity even though she’s been practically an A-lister since she was a kid.” Luke shuffled in his seat, frown permanently on his face. 

“Then I hardly see how Harry’s got anything to do with it,” Calum raised an eyebrow. 

Luke stood up from the couch as quickly as he had sat down. “Because he’s–he’s–” Luke stumbled over his words. Finding no reasonable excuse, he angrily kicked his foot against the table only to yelp in pain, clutching his foot and jumping up and down. “That fucking pretty boy.” 

Michael sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You can’t really give into those gossip tablets, can you?” he genuinely asked. 

Luke paused, long enough for the boys to shake their heads in disappointment. “It’s the hair!” he lamely blamed, throwing his hands in the air. 

The boys’ conversation was interrupted by a set assistant, knocking on the door while opening it. “Five minutes till your performance,” the boy squeaked. 

Ashton was the one to speak up for the group. “Thanks, Roberto,” he said gratefully. The moment the boy left, Ashton turned to the boys. “We’re going to discuss this more later after the show. Luke, please be civil with Harry.” 

“Says the one who fucked his sis-”

“None of that now,” Ashton cut Michael off, not wanting to rehash his past. “Now let’s get on stage before they have our heads.” 

The boys made their way down to the set, hiding discreetly behind the curtains. A frenzy of assistants scurried by, ensuring that the boys had their instruments and everything was perfect before they got on stage. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, Five Seconds of Summer!” 

The stage manager nodded at the cue, ushering the boys through the entrance. Luke was the first to walk through, waving at the audience and smiling at fans screaming in the back. They got settled on the side stage, instruments in tow as they turned to the host of the night. 

“Thank you for having us, Jimmy,” Luke spoke into the mic, trying not to wince at the squealing girls in the crowd. His eyes were trained on you, who had stood up and clapped for the band as they came in. You were now seated, eyes sparkling in excitement. 

Jimmy Fallon leaned back in his chair. “We’re glad to have you, Luke,” he responded. “Hope the dressing room wasn’t too snug for your guys?”

“Oh no Jimmy, we quite enjoyed it,” Ashton answered from behind his kit. “Reminds me of the good old days when we’d share Luke’s bedroom to change before filming our performances on YouTube.” 

The crowd laughed at Ashton’s quip, Jimmy especially as he shook his head in laughter. “Good to hear,” he said. “And what do you guys have for us today?” 

Michael was next to take the lead. “Well initially we thought we were going to perform our song for What Lies Between Us,” he began, followed by more applause and cheering. “But we thought it would be better to leave that for the premiere.” 

“Correction: our publicist thought it would be better,” Calum joked, however there was no fabrication behind it; their publicist did think it would be best.

“So we decided to play a song from our album that’s yet to come out,” Michael finished. “Jimmy, this is “Bad Omens.”” 

The crowd loved the song as much as you did, finding that song to be one of your favorites of the album. Upon finishing the song, the boys set down their instruments for the backstage staff to collect and made their way to the couches. 

You and Harry stood up to greet each of them, Harry with a handshake and you with a kiss on the cheek. Luke took your hand, kissing you brightly on the lips before sitting down beside you. Jimmy made a cheeky face, teasingly looking at you and your boyfriend. The crowd chuckled at his behavior and you did the same while Luke kept his hand possessively on your knee.

“Well this is a new development,” Jimmy mused, folding his hands on top of his desk. 

You waved off his comment with an airy giggle. “Oh this?” you asked, gesturing between you and Luke. “Old as time.” 

“We’ve actually been together for what, a little over ten years now?” Luke explained, glancing over at you with a proud smile. He relished the feeling of the crowd clapping and whooping at your relationship. 

Jimmy whistled at Luke’s comment. “And no ring on the finger?” he pressed. “I mean, you’ve had to have thought about it before?” 

You nodded reassuringly. “Oh a million times,” you responded. “But God knows that when you deal with one of these boys, you have to deal with all of them.” You jabbed your thumb at the three boys to the left of you, shoving their lanky arms against each other as they tried to get comfortable on their seats. Luke cleared his throat to get their attention, the boys flushed in the face as they quit their quarreling. “I’ve known them since they went on tour with One Direction and we finally ended up dating afterwards. But now, I’m ready to get married and settle down. I’m just waiting on Hemmings, here.” 

Luke chuckled at your last comment, seemingly taking them lightly. You furrowed your eyebrows at his reaction, but decided not to act upon it. “She’s very much so anticipating that question, Jimmy,” he confessed. “It’s only a matter of time, but I’m in no hurry. This one, however…” he trailed off, grinning at you.

“A girl has dreams,” you defended yourself. 

Jimmy snapped his fingers at your words, a thought coming back to him. “Yes, you certainly do!” he exclaimed, reaching under his desk for a frame as he changed the subject. Confusion and hurt brewed inside you, but you quickly pushed those feelings down. “y/n, you’re not a stranger to dreams, right?”

“Oh, definitely not,” you agreed with a dubious expression on your face. 

“So I hope you don’t mind when I show a little memento from the past your mother sent over.”

“Oh God,” you groaned, turning to hide your face in Luke’s shoulder. “What did she send over now? I told you to lose her number, Jimmy.” 

Jimmy raised his hands up in surrender. “She makes a great lunch partner,” he defended himself. “y/m/n, if you’re watching tonight, we’re still on for Tuesday?” You rolled your eyes as Harry threw his head back in laughter. “Joking, joking, not really, but-” 

“Jimmy,” you said in a warning tone. 

“Alright, alright,” he relented. “Anyways, your mother found a letter you wrote back when you were in middle school to the tooth fairy-”

Michael choked on his own saliva, jerking forward. “n/n, you still believed in the tooth fairy when you were in middle school-”

“I don’t want to hear it, Clifford,” you clipped back through your teeth as you smiled rigidly. You still had one last baby tooth in at the time, you still had your hopes out for the mythical creature.

Jimmy raised his hand to cut off the side chatter as he read from the framed letter. “And you, at age thirteen, had one dream that you wished the tooth fairy would grant you.” 

“Dear Tooth Fairy,” he read aloud as you crumbled in embarrassment. “I have finally lost my last tooth, so I guess this will be the last letter I can send you.”

“Aww,” the boys gushed in unison, causing you to shoot them an icy glare. 

“To end this amazing tooth filled saga, I have one last wish. You see, it’s been my dream to meet One Direction.” 

“Jimmy!” you screamed, covering your face in humiliation as the memories started to flood in. Luke covered you in his arms as you folded over yourself, laughing along but equally curious about what was in the letter.

Jimmy, nonetheless, continued reading. “And I have a favorite singer in the band. If you could pull some strings and make Harry Styles my boyfriend, I swear to you I’ll write a letter to you everyday -even though I have no more teeth to give you- and will solemnly swear to be your best friend forever. Let him be my boyfriend, pleaseeeeee.” The audience let out a boisterous laughter as Jimmy emphasized your silly, childish writing. “Love, y/n.” 

More clapping filled your ears as you raised your head to face Jimmy. In the corner of your eye, you saw Harry resting casually beside you, facing you as he leaned against the couch. 

“I’m flattered,” Harry told you, an amused smile resting on his lips.

You pressed your lips in a straight line. “Thanks, Har,” you deadpanned. 

He patted your shoulder in a friendly manner. “No, it’s real sweet,” he reassured you. “Truly, cute, even.” 

“That’s not all we have,” Jimmy spoke up as he put away your framed letter. He waved off your groans and complaints. “It’s not bad, not bad. I’m sure you all remember the Golden Globes back in 2012 when y/n made her first appearance in the hit TV show, The Last Elites of Cardenia.” 

The crowd cheered as a photo of you as a child appeared on the screen. It was a shot of you in the show, dressed up in your furs and pearls as per your character, Cecilia. The next photo was of you on the red carpet with your show family. Your braces were highly visible in your smile, making you wince at the rough photo. 

“I loved that show,” Ashton sighed, full of nostalgia. “Cal, Michael, and I would binge that show every night after concerts.” 

“You didn’t watch it, Luke?” Jimmy asked curiously.

Luke sheepishly shook his head. “No, I didn’t,” he answered honestly. 

“I’m offended, babe,” you teased, your hand over your heart in mock offense.

Michael snorted. “It’s not like he didn’t like the show,” he told you. “He just could barely follow the storyline whenever you popped up on screen.” 

The boys gave Luke playful punches as he blushed. “I-I couldn’t help it!” he exclaimed. “You were just so cute on screen, you were my celebrity crush for the longest time. I mean you were a right entitled bitch in the show but meeting you in real life, I just was-“

“So down bad,” Ashton finished for him. Luke was about to correct him but you were quick to cut him off. 

“Baby,” you cooed, pinching his cheek. 

Jimmy laughed along with the conversation, pointing towards the screen as he spoke. “Speaking of celebrity crushes,” he continued. “We have this old footage of you on the red carpet answering some questions.” 

The day was bright as you appeared on the screen. A youthful innocence covered your entire self, from the way you gathered yourself to your voice. A woman was behind the camera, only her hand holding the microphone could be seen.

“And who might you be?” the woman asked you. 

You smiled brightly. “I’m y/n!” you chirped. “y/n l/n but most people know me as Cecilia from The Last Elites of Cardenia.”

“Nice to meet you, y/n, I’m Mei,” the woman greeted, shaking your hand. “This is your first time here at the Golden Globes, how are you feeling?” 

“Oh, I’m sooo excited, Mei,” you answered honestly and giddily. You could hardly stand still. “My mom picked my outfit today so I’m feeling very confident and pretty!”

“And who do you want to see most today?” 

You cocked your head in thought. “Harry Styles!” you exclaimed. “I heard One Direction’s going to be at the after party, so I really hope to see him. He’s my biggest celebrity crush,” you gushed unabashedly.

The clip ended and everyone turned to you, where you were frozen and wide-eyed.

“Where the hell do you find this stuff, Jimmy,” you sighed, face palming annoyedly. 

“Oh, the vault, you know,” Jimmy responded cheekily. “But that leaves us wondering how you feel now, starring alongside your celebrity crush in the film “What Lies Between Us?”” 

You tapped your chin. Harry glanced over at you. “Be honest, darling,” he reminded you in a sing-songy voice. 

“Well I can definitely say that my teenage self is absolutely losing her mind,” you answered. “It’s something out of a dream, if you think about it. I mean, I never knew I’d come far enough to star in a highly anticipated movie, nevertheless star alongside Harry. It’s a blessing, surely, but now, I think that fangirl side of me has been laid to rest.” 

Jimmy turned to your boyfriend. “And what do you think, Luke?” 

The musician gave the host a close lipped smile. “Whatever makes n/n happy,” he settled brusquely.

Jimmy, satisfied with his response, began asking questions for the other boys about touring and their music. You whipped your head around and raised an eyebrow at Luke for his short response, but Luke didn’t make eye contact with you. Concerned, you reached for his hand on his knee but he pulled back, folding his hands together. Never had you felt more confused and isolated than you did at that moment. You used to be able to read his mind, but now it felt like he’d closed his mind in walls you couldn’t seem to get past. 

–

“What was that about?” you demanded, following closely behind Luke as you walked into your shared home. 

After that awkward end to the show with Jimmy Fallon, you, Harry, and the boys went out to dinner. You thought that moment with Luke was just a one-off thing, but he remained in his rigid composure for the rest of the night. The boys would talk boisterously throughout the dinner, sharing stories of the past tours with One Direction and catching up on life afterwards. But Luke was the only one who remained silent, opting to focus on his glass of red wine he never seemed to finish. You made attempts to speak to Luke, nudging him or trying to meet his eyes from across the table but he refused to look up the entire time. Frustrated, you let it be but it was clear you were upset to the rest of the table. Harry had even pulled you aside after you all paid for your meals, asking if things were alright and if he had overstepped at all. You reassured him he did nothing wrong, it was Luke who was being childish at the moment.

 “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he brushed you off, heading upstairs to your bedroom. He removed his suit jacket and started unbuttoning his dress shirt nonchalantly, as if he hadn’t done anything wrong or pissed you off. 

You entered the bedroom, heels kicked off as you crossed your arms on your chest. “Let me refresh your mind,” you spat. “You’ve been nothing but rotten towards Harry and I tonight. What’s gotten into you? I thought you said you wouldn’t get jealous-”

“And I’m not,” Luke fought back. “God, you can be so conceited sometimes, y/n.” 

“So that’s what it is?” you snapped back. “I’m just being self-centered and your head isn’t stuck up your ass?” 

Luke aggressively pulled his sleeves up, leaving half of his buttons undone while placing his hands on his hips. “Yes, it would appear so,” he answered shortly. “You’re overthinking what’s going on, y/n, I don’t know what to tell you.”

“Do not gaslight me, Luke Hemmings,” you ordered, walking up to him to stand chest to chest. “I know your mother taught you enough for you to know that is not the way to go when arguing with me.” Luke huffed, giving in on that one statement because you were right; he did know better.

“Fine,” he muttered. “I am upset. And I have every reason to. I don’t like how close you and Harry have gotten, okay?”

Your jaw dropped in utter shock. “You mean my coworker?” you clarified sarcastically. “I’d hope I’d be close with him considering we’re playing lovers in the damn movie-” 

“There you go again!” Luke’s voice boomed across the room, throwing his hands in the air. “You and Harry being lovers. Sometimes I’m led to believe it’s more than for the movie with the photos I’ve seen and the mere way you act with him.” 

“Luke, I have no idea what to tell you,” you fumed. “We are acting. I have no romantic feelings for him and he has none for me. He’s seeing someone, for crying out loud! I thought you had enough trust in me to know nothing is going on between me and him.” 

“I do trust you,” he argued. “But you couldn’t possibly look me dead in the eye and tell me you didn’t have romantic feelings at all during filming. You have been crushing on him for far too long for that to just go away.” 

You hesitated, your face burning with frustration and humiliation. You hated to admit there was some truth to his statement. “I-I,” you stumbled over your words.

Luke’s nostrils flared as he glared at you, proving his point exactly. You threw your hands in the air. “He was a celebrity crush from when I was a teenager, Luke!” you shouted exasperatedly. “I had a little crush, that was it! And maybe it resurfaced a little at the beginning but I swear to you I don’t have those feelings anymore. It was a childish crush, Luke, you’ve got to believe me when I say that. I love you.” 

Tears lined both of your eyes as you went to reach for his hand. Your thumb grazed his ring, the one you bought for him for your first anniversary. “I really don’t know,” Luke whispered, slowly pulling his hand away.

Your heart shattered at his words, falling to the ground you stood on. You had dedicated ten years of your life to this man, ten of the best years of your life to him. You grew up with him, made the best and worst mistakes of your lives, and survived all of that together. He was your person, your lover, your one being that you’d lay down your life for. Yet, the moment your relationship is tested, he falters. But you couldn’t blame him. One little crush resurfacing, and that managed to wipe out everything you ever created for yourself over the past decade.

You took a deep breath, fighting the urge to fall over and sob on the ground. Your hands opened and closed into fists as you took a step back. “Fine,” you said, shaky and uncertain. Luke almost caved at your voice, the mere way you spoke. You had always carried yourself with dignity and confidence. He was the one who stripped you of that, and you were just a shell of who you once were. 

“I think I’m going to spend the night at Crys’s,” you told him, walking over to your closet and pulling out a bag. “It’s clear we both need space and time apart.” 

Luke shook his head, taking your wrist. “Don’t do that,” he said. “Your premiere is in two days, you’re going to be worn out and exhausted if you don’t sleep right. I’ll head over to Cal’s and you can stay here.” 

Taking back your wrist, you continued to pack your things. “It’s your house, Luke,” you reminded him. “Don’t worry, I’ll be okay spending the night with Crys and Michael.” 

“Don’t bother them,” Luke insisted. “They’ve been busy building the nursery for when they plan on trying for a baby and-” 

You winced at his words. He didn’t understand how much he hurt you with them, where he was only looking out for their sake and not yours. Realizing the deeper meaning behind his words, Luke tried to correct himself when you just raised your hand to stop him. He had said enough for the night, and so had you. 

“I’ll find a hotel,” you finally decided. Luke was silent, heart aching and yearning for you, but too frozen to speak up and do anything about it. Finished packing, you zipped up your bag and turned back to him. “Goodnight, Lukey,” you said, kissing him on the cheek before leaving the house entirely. 

Driving down the streets of L.A. you managed to find a small hotel on the side of the road that looked safe enough to spend the night. Carrying your bag, you pathetically entered the hotel in your dress from the late night show and a pair of flat shoes you slipped on before leaving. Your hair was no doubt a mess, no longer styled to perfection as Alisha once had it. Your mascara was probably running down your face, too. God, you looked like a mess in front of this poor worker. 

The boy lifted his eyes to meet yours, slowly recognizing who you were but deciding to not speak on it. You looked like you had gone through enough tonight. “Room for one?” he asked you. You wordlessly nodded, rummaging through your bag to find your wallet for ID and your card. Handing them to the worker, you kept your gaze on your bag. In the process, you found your phone and checked your notifications. 

Lukey &lt;;3: please let me know when you arrive safely

You: im here now

Lukey &lt;;3: okay, love. use the card i gave you to pay for your room

You: no, it’s fine.

You left the conversation at that, not caring if it were dry. You were exhausted and didn’t want to fight with him anymore. You had no more fight in you to give him. 

The boy behind the desk handed you back your things along with your key card for the night. “Let me know if you need anything at all to improve your stay,” he told you politely. 

You fought the urge to scoff at the boy. Like you could do anything to improve your stay, tonight was hell as it is. But you reminded yourself it wasn’t his fault you were arguing with the love of your life; it was yours. Thanking him quietly, you made your way to your room and tossed your bag on the foot of your bed, tucking yourself in next, still in your evening wear. You didn’t care if you’d ruin your dress or damage your face from leaving your makeup on overnight. It was too much for you to deal with right now. 

Lukey &lt;;3: goodnight, y/n

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–

The next two days were utter torture for Luke. He kept contact with you through it all, ensuring that you had eaten, slept, etc. but that was all you’d tell him. Luke couldn’t decide whether or not he was grateful for your shortness with your words, if it would make him cave and go to you and forget everything or make him more upset. He was grateful he had your location still on his phone, and you had his. At least he could check on you and make sure you were alright and not in any trouble. 

Luke was also guilty of checking if you had gone to Harry’s house. Guilt and upset rumbled in his stomach, as he felt like he crossed a boundary and invaded your privacy. But how could he not be curious about your whereabouts when you had confessed to him you still had some feelings toward Harry? It didn’t matter that you said those feelings came and went. What would happen if you tied the knot and you changed your mind about him? 

Luke had trusted you with his life. He took your word as true most of the time, but now he was unsure. He wasn’t sure where he lied with you now. He loved you still, yes, and he’d still sacrifice his own happiness for you. Perhaps he blew things over proportion between the two of you. You swore you still loved him and no longer felt anything for Harry. But why did Luke still feel something wrong in his chest? 

He still had mixed feelings about your argument on the night of your premiere. Luke was in Ashton’s living room, quietly sipping on a beer as he waited for the rest of the band and their significant others to meet them there to travel to the theater together. 

Ashton slipped on his jacket, entering the room and looking over at his friend. “y/n not joining us tonight, mate?” he asked. He knew what had happened those nights ago. He was the first person Luke called the moment you left, staying on the phone with him until five in the morning. You had even called him later that day to ask for his advice. He was grateful you both thought of him as an older brother figure, and he wanted nothing more than to get you both together to talk through it. 

Luke set his bottle down, not wanting to get drunk on your important night. “No,” he replied with a heaved sigh. “She texted me that she’ll get there on her own because Alisha wanted to do her hair and makeup.”

Ashton sat down beside him, patting his back. “That’s good she’s still talking to you, right?” he brought up, trying to look on the bright side. 

“Only because I made her swear to keep me updated,” he grumbled. “If it weren’t for that, I think she’d block my number.”

“Now that’s not true,” Ashton told him seriously. 

Luke shrugged his shoulders. “I practically told her I didn’t trust her anymore,” he said, ashamed of himself. “But it’s fair, isn’t it? I knew in my stomach that there was something going on between her and Harry.”

“But there wasn’t,” Ashton reminded him. “She said her feelings toward Harry resurfaced, but she didn’t act on them in any way.”

“But what if one day she wakes up and realizes she can do so much better than me?” Luke asked, voice cracking. He didn’t want to think about that, but that’s all his mind would conjure. “Then she’ll leave me for him and I’ll be the idiot that was strung along the whole time.” 

Ashton leaned back on his sofa. “I think you owe y/n more credit than that,” he said. “She loves you, she said so herself. And if she really wanted Harry, she wouldn’t have fought for you like she did.”

“You’re right,” Luke supposed. “I just feel so guilty now.”

“You can talk to her after the premiere,” Ashton settled. “Trust me, she wants to talk to you, too.”

The two were interrupted by Ashton’s door swinging open to reveal the remaining boys and their significant others. Ready to go, Ashton and Luke joined them outside to hop into Michael’s car. 

Luke got settled in the back seat, reaching for his seat belt when Crystal turned around to face him. “How are you holding up, bub?” she asked, a comforting smile on her face.

He grimaced but tilted his head in response. “Definitely could be better,” he said earnestly. “But Ash helped me through it.”

Crystal reached behind her to pat his knee soothingly. “I’m glad,” she said. “y/n’s the same. I stopped by her hotel this morning to catch up on things.”

“And she’s okay?” Luke leaned in, interested in learning anything about your whereabouts and how you’re doing. 

Crystal put on the same expression as Luke. “About the same as you,” she responded. “But don’t worry, everything will work out in the end.” 

Luke braved a smile. “I hope so.”

—

The carpet leading up to the theater was packed with reporters and photographers trying to get a glimpse of the actors featured in the film. The band was far behind, stuck in the traffic of people stopping them to ask a few questions. 

“Boys!” a man called out. “Over here! I’m here with Vanity Fair.”

The boys shared a glance and went up to the man. “My name is Aamir and I was wondering if I could ask you some questions about tonight.”

Michael stood in the front, taking Aamir’s extra microphone. “Let’s hear them!”

“This is the first time your music is being featured in a movie as big as this,” Aamir stated. “How are you all feeling?”

Calum drew in a breath, deciding to take this question. “I mean, how can we feel?” he responded. “It’s a mix of feelings, I can tell you that. I think on behalf of the band, we’re all just really nervous but excited to put out this music for the film. It’s really different from our typical kind of music, but we hope you all love it the same.” 

“I’m sure we’ll all love what you have in store for us,” Aamir said confidently. “Luke, how are you feeling tonight? It’s a big moment for your girlfriend, y/n l/n, as this is her first lead role in a highly anticipated movie. Can you give us an insight on how y/n is feeling and how you both prepared for tonight?”

Luke tried to not let his rigidity and awkwardness show on camera. There was enough dubious press about the two of you after that show with Jimmy Fallon. “I’m sure she’s over the moon about tonight,” he answered, eyes flickering to the camera. “She’s been so excited for this moment and all her hard work has come down to tonight.”

“And how have you prepared together?” Aamir repeated his second question with curiosity as to why Luke didn’t answer in the first place.

Luke bit his lip, trying to answer without showing he was completely unsure. “Well-“

Cheers erupted from the crowd as a limo approached the carpet. Luke thanked God for that distraction because everyone -including himself- turned to see what the commotion was about. 

You stepped outside of the car, dressed in a long white gown that resembled a wedding dress. Luke could only describe you as ethereal as you shyly waved to the photographers and interviewers. He’d never seen you so shy in public, since you’d been in front of the cameras since you were a child. Your eyes were trained on the ground, a shaky smile on your face that didn’t quite reach your eyes.

Reporters shouted at you, desperate to get a word or two with you. Dazed by the flashing lights and loud noises, you took a step forward to where the people were blocked by a gate. In your nervous stature, you began to tremble, hands reaching out for stability but struggling to do so. Your ankle gave way, causing you to fall to the ground. People shouted and “ooh’ed” but no one ran in to help you. 

Rushing forward, Luke ran over to you and wrapped his arm securely around your waist as he guided you back up. You gasped, looking up at your savior and realizing who it was. His name was on your lips but no sound could come out; you were too shocked to say anything since you hadn’t formally spoken to him in days.

Luke gave you a reassuring smile, eyes glancing down at your lips to silently ask for permission to kiss you. You nodded, allowing him to cup the side of your face to kiss you softly. The moment your lips met his, you felt yourself get regrounded. Knowing he was by your side, you felt like yourself again: more confident. 

The press ate up yours and Luke’s stunt, taking photos left and right of the two of you. You pulled away, your hand on his chest and feeling his heart beat quickly. “Thank you,” you whispered. Luke gave you a small nod but remained silent as he led you to the reporters. 

A young woman caught your attention, pointing her microphone in your direction. “Are you alright, y/n?” she asked you, camera pointed at you. “I’m Irina with TMZ. We’re happy to see you tonight!”

Nerves began to creep in as you drew a blank at her question. Luke’s hand squeezed your hip comfortingly, providing you with the stability and strength you needed to get through the event. Nodding to yourself, you opened your mouth to answer. 

“I’m doing great, thank you,” you answered. “Just some first premiere nerves but they never killed anyone! I’m just really grateful Luke was here to save me from that little trip there.” 

Irina pointed her microphone at Luke, who was taken aback but spoke nonetheless. “Anything for my girl,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders. “It’s her big night and I’m her biggest supporter. She’s my rock for concerts, I’m her rock for premieres. We have each other’s backs.”

Your eyes were stuck on Luke, mesmerized by his face and how his eyelids glistened in the light from his eyeshadow, no doubt from the palette you gifted him on his birthday last year. The corners of your lips quirked upwards, a warm and fuzzy feeling growing in your chest as you looked up at him with pride and love. You almost didn’t hear the interviewer’s final question. 

“y/n, it’s been all over social media how you had a long standing crush on your co-lead, Harry Styles,” Irina stated. You felt Luke’s hand tighten around your hip without him realizing, no doubt irritated by that question. “How did it feel to kiss him and perform in intimate scenes with him?” 

As you opened your mouth to respond, Luke cut in. “Respectfully,” he began. “I think y/n’s work goes far beyond who she kissed or who she did what with. She’s been in the film industry for as long as I can remember, and definitely deserves more questions that dive deeper than who she harbors romantic feelings for.” 

The interviewer’s face flushed in embarrassment. “Of course,” she agreed, rushing to apologize. You simply waved her off, politely excusing both yourself and Luke out of the conversation with grace. 

Luke remained by your side as you made your way through the reporters and photographers, staying silent unless asked a question. You thought he wouldn’t look at you from the way his eyes never met yours -except for when he kissed you, of course- but in fact, he had stared at you the entire time you spoke. Nothing but adoration filled his mind when he listened to you speak about the work you worked so hard to make. It made all of your past problems fade to gray, and he nearly forgot about your whole argument. 

Once you entered the theater, you expected Luke to pull away to find the boys but he didn’t. You stopped in your tracks to turn to him. “You can go back to the boys now,” you whispered gently to him.

Luke was taken by surprise at your words, and hurt flashed across his face. “Do you want me to go?” he asked you.

You were quick to shake your head. “No!” you rushed. “I just thought…you know, it’s your big day, too. I figured you’d want to spend it with them.”

The blond took your hands in his and kissed them softly. “I want to be by your side through it all,” he assured you. “I haven’t seen you in days, and I don’t want a petty fight to get between us and celebrating your greatest achievement.”

Your publicity manager approached you, checking her watch every second or so anxiously. “The movie’s about to start,” she reminded you hurriedly. 

You were about to tell her to give you both a few minutes, but Luke stopped you. “We can talk more later, okay?” he said. You agreed wordlessly, leaning in to give him a quick peck on the lips. 

“Let’s go in together, babe,” you decided. Luke resumed his position beside you, entering the theater together proudly to watch the film the both of you dedicated so much time and effort into. And as Luke took your hand while you both sat in your seats, you knew that everything would be okay in the end. 

–

Once the movie had ended, Harry invited you and the boys to his home for the afterparty but you politely declined, opting to spend the rest of the night with your beloved boyfriend. 

Now, you and Luke took a walk around the finally quieted city, hand in hand. You were grateful you brought another pair of shoes with you because your heels were killing you, and you were more thankful for Luke who insisted on holding your strappy heels for you as you continued your walk. 

“I really can’t thank you enough for saving my neck there on the carpet,” you said in a slightly teasing tone. “I would have actually melted into the floor if you didn’t come to my aid.”

“I meant what I said when I said I always had your back, y/n,” Luke replied, eyes trained on the sidewalk. 

A pregnant silence followed as you made your way through the city, taking in the lights and cool summer air without any fear of paparazzi following close behind you. You found yourself nervously playing with the rings on Luke’s fingers as you tried to find the right words to say.

“I’m sorry for that night,” you began, avoiding his questioned gaze. “I should have been more open to you about how I felt from the beginning, but I really do promise that I don’t have any feelings for him. Not anymore, at least. It was a teenage dream come true, but…”

Luke raised an eyebrow at you. “But?” he pressed gently.

You stopped walking, turning to cup his cheek affectionately. “But that’s not my dream anymore,” you finished. “My dream is to spend the rest of my life with you by my side. Whether or not you decide to marry me, I want you in my life for all the good, the bad, and the ugly. I’m really sorry for ever making you doubt my love for you, and I’m sorry for not being receptive to your doubts and insecurities.” 

“What makes you think I don’t wanna marry you?” he asked you. “Of course I do. I want to see you walk down that aisle with a dress as giant or as small as you want, as long as you become Mrs. Hemmings at the end of it. Or if you don’t want to take my last name, that’s fine, too. I don’t care if you want a big or small wedding or a wedding at all. If you want to take that oath in the townhouse and officially be mine -and I, yours- I’m perfectly okay with that, too.” 

You bit your lip, trying to fight back your tears. “I was just nervous,” you confessed. “I knew you were upset by those questions about me and Harry, but I was upset, too. I just never told you how upset I was.” A stray tear trickled down your face but you stubbornly wiped it away, not wanting to cry. “We’ve been together for ten wonderful years, and all people would ask me is “when are you getting married?” “when is he going to propose?” And at first, I was fine with it. But the more people asked, the more anxious I was about the stability of our relationship.”

When Luke’s face gave away he wasn’t exactly following what you meant, you continued to explain further. “I’ve read so many tweets and articles about how undesirable I am, from the moment I turned sixteen. And the fact that you kept pushing off the idea of us getting married,” you looked away, embarrassed by your reaction to all of this. “It hurts, Lukey. And I know marriage isn’t a thing to rush into and I don’t want to force you into anything you don’t want, but those drama tabloids just make me feel so insecure.” 

“I didn’t know you felt that way,” Luke frowned, pity settling in, but you waved your hand to brush it off.

“It’s stupid,” you decided, wiping away the extra tears that managed to escape. “I’ve always told you not to give into the press and social media, yet here I am doing that very thing. L-let’s focus on you, Luke.”

“We can talk about my stupid jealousy another time,” Luke fought to stay on topic. “y/n, why didn’t you tell me you were feeling like this? If I had known, I would have said something-”

“But that’s not how proposals work, Lukey!” you exclaimed. “It’s not something you do out of pity. It’s a decision you make when you’re sure and you’re not! That’s okay, I don’t want you to make a decision you’ll only end up regretting just to please me in the present.” 

Luke took your hand in his, forcing you to look up at him. “Why do you think I’d ever regret marrying you?” he questioned. “y/n, you’re the love of my life. You’re definitely not my first girlfriend but I intend for you to be my last. You’re it for me, n/n. I do want to marry you and I intended to propose, I just wanted to find the right time and place for it. As for my behavior the past few months,” he sighed. “It wasn’t right of me to villainize you and Harry. You’re friends and coworkers, of course you’re going to get close. And I knew that the press would twist the narrative to make it seem like you guys were more than friends. I should have felt secure enough in our relationship to trust you completely, but I was also too insecure to let that be. 

“Harry’s great. He’s talented, a better singer than I’ll ever be, and kind hearted. I’ve always felt like I was in his shadow, and seeing him with you made me feel self-conscious all over again. And all those news posts about him being your celebrity crush as a child made me angrier. I know it’s not something I should have blamed you for, I was just so jealous I could barely think straight.” 

Luke stepped closer to you, his breath grazing your face. “I’m sorry for being jealous and ever doubting you,” he said honestly. “I should have trusted you when you said you no longer felt anything for him.”

“I’m sorry for brushing you off and not listening,” you said in response. “I promise you, Luke, you’re it for me, too.” 

Luke choked back a laugh of disbelief, grateful for this whole ordeal getting resolved as he bent down to kiss you deeply. Your hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him in closer to finally taste him, smell him, feel him again. 

Once you pulled back for air, you crinkled your nose as you smiled. “Does this mean we’re engaged?” you asked curiously, eyes sparkling with happiness and love. “You know, since we’re in agreement and everything.” 

“I would have preferred to get down on one knee and that whole spiel,” Luke sighed dramatically. “But yes, I do suppose we are engaged.” 

Grinning, you pulled him back down for another kiss. “We can get to that sappy stuff later,” you insisted. “I just want to spend the rest of my night with my husband-to-be.” 

--

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[sgt-seabass]

hi! can i request steve kemp where reader lashes out during dinner one day? then he gets angry because he was being merciful lately and puts reader in their place. maybe he grips the readers jaw while he yells at them because i’m a whore for that 😩

𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔

✧˚ · .  𝘚𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘺.

pairing — steve kemp x little!reader w/c — 1.3k this is a dark fic. 18+ only. warnings — little!reader, dd/lg elements, violence towards stuffies, implied kidnapping, referenced murder, threats, degradation, pet names (sunflower), minor violence against reader, blood play, cannibalism, yelling a/n — omg thank you so much for this ask. i love it. i don't see steve as the type to yell when he's angry (unless you bite his dick or smth) so i hope you like the way i went with this. not beta read. i hope you enjoy!

It’s not like Steve wanted to hurt you.

He had plenty of other outlets for his violent tendencies, but you were meant to be something relaxing for him.

And when you weren’t, it could easily send him into a rage.

The thing about Steve was that his wrath didn’t present as outward anger. He never raised his voice. He was rough with you physically, but his demeanour remained scarily calm, and he was always plotting his moves one step ahead of you.

You were his predictable sunflower, after all.

Cute. But oh so dumb at times.

This evening, Steve knew he’d have an issue on his hands the moment he got you from your cell, a defiant look in your eye that spelt trouble with a capital T. Even in your little space, a term Steve had learnt, you had your moments of fighting. You never were a big talker, but Steve could read your behaviours like a book.

His victims always had a hard time adapting. The thing was, you were holding onto your life while they lay in pieces in Steve’s cold storage.

With your dress flouncing with each step, a teddy hanging from your hand and Steve holding your other, you were brought to an immaculately set dining room table. The presentation of candles, flowers and shining silverware was romantic, but given the circumstances, Steve could tell your heart wasn’t in it. Your eyes didn’t light up for him, instead, they were filled with unshed tears.

It was insulting. He’d gone to all this effort just for you.

“I want to go home… Daddy, please let me go home.” You sniffled, clutching at your bear. He was missing a leg. Mr Bear had lost his limb when you misbehaved last week. He’d be a stump at this stage with your attitude.

“Stop being silly. Sit down.” Steve pressed down on your shoulders, forcing you into the wooden seat.

You sat stiffly, but Steve brushed it off. Once you tried the food, perhaps your mood would improve.

Steve watched from the kitchen counter as you shuffled Mr Bear to sit in your lap. He hadn’t bargained on a third wheel, but you’d grown attached to the stuffie since he brought it home from the hospital gift shop. You listened better with little friends, so Steve took the small win.

With a hum, Steve moved around the kitchen, plating your amatriciana pasta in pretty swirls. He could feel your beady eyes observing him, making him smile.

You were curious, always watching him. Steve appreciated your inquisitive nature because it meant you were interested in him. His little sunflower likes to watch.

Steve brought the pasta to the table, your eyes turning to the dish once it was placed down. Your lips pursed, fingers digging into your bear.

Did you know? Surely, there would be no way you could tell the difference just from the look. Steve sat down next to you, his own plate mirroring yours.

“Don’t let it get cold,” Steve commented, swirling the pasta around his fork before taking a big bite. “It’s delicious. I made it just for you.”

Nervously, you picked up your fork with little teddy bears engraved in it, picking at the pasta sauce. You were moving the bits of meat away.

Steve frowned, placing his hand over your wrist. “Don’t be rude and pick at your food.”

“What is it?” You questioned as you moved away the little shreds of pink meat.

“Pancetta. It’s pork,” Steve lied. The pancetta was actually called Laura.

You’d never eaten Steve’s desired cuisine before, so he wanted to start you on something small.

You turned your nose up. Steve’s eyes narrowed. You had better intuition than he had given you credit for.

“Eat the pasta, sunflower. This is your first and only warning.” Steve’s voice had lost its usual nonchalant tone. He wasn’t fucking around anymore.

“I’m not hungry,” you muttered, and Steve scoffed. He’d purposely not fed you all day so you’d be hungry, so he knew you were bluffing.

It seemed you were growing bolder in saying no to him, and Steve hated it. The broken angel he found on your first night in your cell was growing her wings back. And it was time for your feathers to be clipped— No. Snapped off.

Steve sat back in his chair, considering you. If a gentle approach wasn’t going to work, well, maybe he just needed to scare the shit out of you. It seems to work on his other victims just fine. He wasn’t even that mad, more irritated. But if he needed to act angry, he could do that.

“Right.” Steve tilted his neck, letting his bones pop to release the rising tension in his body. Your frame shook at the sound. If you wouldn’t obey him, he would have to take the alternate route.

Steve would worm his way into your head, turning your mind into his possession, not something you could control of your own volition. But first, you needed to be vulnerable.

There was an almighty whack when Steve grabbed your head and slammed your forehead into the table, not even a gasp leaving you with how little time you had to react. A split opened on your hairline instantly, blood trickling down your face and dripping onto your bear.

“Do you think I’m fucking around, huh?! When I tell you to do something, you fucking do it!” Steve gripped your face tightly between his fingers, his spit hitting your face as he yelled at you.

Your tears quickly began flowing, and Steve thought it was the prettiest sight he’d ever seen. With the deep red ichor sliding down your face, and your tears mixing in, it was a sight to behold.

Beautiful.

“Do you want to die? Because when you don’t fucking listen, you push me closer and closer to the fucking edge,” Steve growled, and you quickly shook your head with a sob.

“I— I don’t want to die!” You cried, and Steve pulled your face closer to his.

“Then listen to me, you dumb useless baby. You’re making me regret keeping you. I cooked this meal for you, and you’re going to eat it, or I will shove it down your throat myself.”

You let out a mighty wail, shaking with fear as Steve held you so tight there would be bruises left on your skin.

Steve had got precisely what he wanted. You hooked on his fishing line, ready for the slaughter. But instead of gutting you and selling you to the highest bidder, Steve wanted to keep you in a tank away from all the other fish.

Steve let you go, shoving your face away and ignoring your whimpers. He ripped the bear from your grip, putting it on a spare chair away from you. You couldn’t even bring yourself to ask for it back in your scared state, your bottom lip trembling miserably.

“Poor Mr Bear, always bearing the consequences of your actions,” Steve taunted, loading up your fork with food and bringing it to your mouth. The ‘pork’ (Laura) flecks stood out of the red sauce, and Steve could see the way you hesitated.

“Open that pretty mouth for me, sunflower, or Mr Bear loses an arm.”

That seemed to be all the extra pressure you needed, your head still bleeding as you leaned forward and took the food into your mouth.

You scrunched your eyes closed, Steve raising a brow. Were you expecting a horrible taste?

Confusion flooded your features as you chewed, and Steve patted your cheek. “It’s not bad, is it?”

“It’s… It’s nice...” You said with astonishment, and when Steve brought another forkful to your mouth, you didn’t hesitate to eat it.

Steve smiled.

His little sunflower was growing up.

Steve filled his fork with pasta, before swiping his finger through your blood and smearing your crimson across his food. You watched, mesmerised, as Steve ate his tainted food with a satisfied moan. “Mm, divine. See? Date night isn’t so bad, is it?”

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[handsomeunderwear-art]

Zombie apocalypse but make it happening in rlly humid tropical country. Not only you gotta survive against the zombies, your number 1 enemy gotta be: ✨heatstroke✨ (for reference it's summer all year unless raining season, even that is one hell of a mother nature's mood swings and 36°c on daily basis, with 60-70%+ of humidity) and what's coming next will be thirst and the smell of decay from the zombies and anything that is dead; everything decays a lot faster in high humidity afterall (and urgh the smell). Even when it rains, it doesn't stay so, it could be raining but the heat? Persists.

You wanna wear smth thicker to protect your skin against the zombie bites? Think again. And also there's no guns, in many households they don't have guns as getting one is real harder than in america. The smell of decay permeates the air semi permanently you will need the industrial gas mask but it's so hot outside, even medical masks will make you sweat a lot.

The traffic during the first few days of apocalypse? Hell. The roads are small, even on normal days there will be traffic no matter what and when there's an outbreak? No hope. Not to mention you gotta fight or survive against the speeding motorcycle riders and 4 wheels drivers trying to get out of the situation bringing their loved ones and themselves to safety.

This is from someone who's been reading scarian fic: There Are Monsters Nearby and loves zombie apocalypse stories since forever, it just occured to them of this what if scenario; i meant to make this au w the rancher duo but it's gonna be so out of place for 2 white men trying to survive in an ASEAN country surviving an outbreak 😂

[viciousewe]

Hmmmm

I'm getting a spinning wheel sized tax return this year so obviously.....I want a spinning wheel. But I have a lot of options, I've never spun on a treadle wheel, and have some chronic pain in my knees and back so I need advice.

My top choices are:

Ashford e-spinner 3: (my top pick currently)

Pros: Ive developed the habit of spinning lying down and this is the best way to continue that. It's small and I will easily find space in my already yarn stuffed bedroom.

Cons: expensive.....there goes most of the return...I've always wanted a treadle wheel so I'll still probably get wheel envy....

Ashford kiwi:

Pros: cheap. At the price of one kiwi I could use the rest of my return to get......another kiwi? (Or save it I guess)

Cons: it’s not….that aesthetically pleasing. I know that doesn’t mean much and I would finish it myself in a pretty color but still. I don’t see a lot of people with one so that makes me nervous. I can’t spin in bed and I would be limited to 15-30min sessions between breaks which kind fucks w the flow of spinning. Also where am I putting this thing

???: if it comes unfinished I am finishing it myself but that means I’ll have to do the walk of shame into my old job at the Lowe’s AND go to the section where I used to work idk if I could handle that. The small hardware store down the street probably doesn’t have the pretty blue gray finish I would want thoooo

Kromski ministrel:

Pros: oh my god this has been my dream wheel for the whole 15 years I’ve been spinning. It’s pretty….and the walnut stain?

Cons: expensive……also the same as the kiwi in terms of needing breaks and taking up space.

???: I kinda do wanna finish it my self and I could get a pretty dark stain at the local hardware store….

Book Charkha:

Pros: the cheapest by far. Easy to store. I bet I could work out a way to spin lying down with this thing.

Cons: it’s strongly associated with Ghandi which as a non Hindu Indian makes me feel some kind of way.

???: honestly could save up for this easily so I’d rather spend my tax money on something I can’t normally save for

If anyone has experience w any of these (or with both e spinners and treadle wheels or thought of smth I didn’t) please chime in. Right now I’m leaning toward the espinner due to the agonies but I also hear that treadling is mostly in the hips and my knees aren’t that bad so it’s mostly my back that’s the problem.

[ayyponine]

much like last year i got to enjoy some studio visits this weekend B)

(commentary in addition to description linked to each photo individually)

started out fresh w an art gallery (1, 2, 3) w some cool, colourful, eclectic and playful pieces on display. made a quick stop at work to say hi to a colleague i hadn't seen in a while before making my way to

my second location and biggest must-see (4, 5). Had a nice chat w artist who saw me look at one of her canvases frm the side so she was like lol do you paint or smth. bc i recognise how you're viewing these works when i go to a museum i do the same exact thing. I loved getting her perspective and a glimpse into her work process even if it's so different from mine idk it was cool! There was a whole collective of lil art studios scattered about the building surrounding a courtyard so i also entered a diff place and look. they were all about making zines. a group of ppl was chatting and making em. so i entered and was like hi ja sorry i kom ff binnenvallen maar ik weet niet goed wat er..... te bezine valt. which instantly made me cringe so hard i was ready to leave but the girl leading the workshop seemed thrilled to have me and explain the setup even if internally i was still like oh god why am i like this rip. i think i missed out on some more ateliers but mostly bc a lot of the artists were gathered in the lil courtyard having drinks and chatting and i was too intimidated to ask fr info or be spotted looking lost like some IDIOT so on i went rip.

quick stop at kids clothing shop which always cheers me up it's so whimsical and i want their stuff fr

Then onto 6, 7 where they had some cool stuff fr sure but the location was such a cramped and cluttered old row house and i had already spent my whole day walkign around in a T-shirt so especially trying to navigate around other visitors this was just not it babes. i moved on before having seen it all despite being interested bc i just needed to get tf out.

Managed my good deed fr the day when i spotted a confused looking older couple w a wheeled suitcase and personally guided them to their hotel

THEN on to this hidden lil atelier where i also went last year + attended a grand total of 2 life drawing sessions in the months after. again while arriving i was faced w the distinct feeling of having barged in on a private party of artists all at a table sharing a leisurely drink on a dreamy sunday afternoon rip BUT. the artist i talked to last time/followed the drawing sessions with was there, still knew me by name and made some small talk to help me feel welcome what an absolute gem. he even proposed i sit w them at the table & hang out fr a bit, when i said like hmm thank you but to just join up w a group of friends who all know each other it's a lil daunting he even said like but i know them, and i know you so its all ok :) i was internally like cool. i would takea fucking bullet fr you btw this is totally fine and i can not believe you are still willingly talking to me, the single most embarrassing person to ever exist in the world

anyway i did not accept the offer to stay fr a while but did chat w some of the other artists which was again super cool, to get more info on the diff works on display. they seem like a rlly sweet and charming collective of people and i wish i didn't feel so ashamed of myself so i couldve spent more time with them all but aint that the way. debating atm whether i should sign up fr another life drawing class or if the guy was only being nice bc he felt obligated and would actually prefer i keep my flustered and off putting vibes tf away from his personal and professional work space idk.

anyway. i had the wrong address so almost missed out on my last visit but in the final hour it was still possible i did manage to find the last location (8, 9) w an exhibit on themes of europe, durability and the meaning of home. there was a really cool piece on trees & difficulty in their sap stream where you could touch a chunk of wood and feel clicks resonate through a speaker mounted on the back, a glass installation on koekhappen re: jumping through hoops fr resource accessibility & probably my fave: the audio of welcoming messages. esp smth about the french speaker was so warm idk there seemed to be genuine relief in the confession of "je suis tellement heureuse de te voir, que tu m'as manqué" which also btw. god ive always loved that expression. ive missed you you have been missing FROM me or smth more in that direction of semantics i. insane

then biked on to my moms again to get some got damn. peace and quiet. and a cinnamon roll w vanilla ice cream <3

[tkbrokkoli]

One moment in de that's stuck with me is when Harry and Kim are on the swingset waiting for the tide to lower and you pass the check to whistle and Harry whistles along with Kim. and then the realization that Harry drove his car into the ocean sinks in and he says, "oh no, and we were whistling so merrily..." and kim says "we can still whistle". It's so simple but I think about it often. It's not the most poetic nor did it even hit the hardest but it's so real. Like, yeah disastrously bad things can happen and sometimes you can't fix them. But you can whistle, you can watch the sun rise, you can make a cup of tea just the way you like it. That realistic optimism is one of the things that makes de so special. Anyway I just wanted to tell you that.

Hi Yam!! Always nice to see you in my inbox :D

I failed this check last time so I'm rly looking forward to (maybe) passing it this time.

I think what you're saying is such an important thing to keep in mind, especially during though times when everything seems to suck. Like. You can whistle! You can watch the sun rise! You can make a cup of tea just the way you like it! Wow. This is actually making me feel sm better rn... I haven't been feeling well for a while (like, mentally), but being reminded to cherish the small moments of life... the wheels in my mind are turning. Maybe it actually can be a day that has nice things today! The sun is shining! I'm listening to music! I've had a nice cup of coffee!

Ah, now I rly want to play de. I'm not rly able to play throughout the week bc the shifts that I'm working these days don't leave me time or energy at night where I could be playing and I don't always have the time to play on the weekends. Anyway, I'm just rambling now. I can't think of smth from de the that stuck w me rn but when I remember, I'll tell you! I hope you have a nice week!

[tinybitofhope]

my life rant bc i need this of my chest xxx (ill divide into paragraphs)

okay so the reason i think im aroflux is bcuz i dont feel attraction duh. but fr cuz i need to get this out. saw this one post abt leo valdez and it was like percy telling leo abt what his luv for annie feels like and leo was like ‘ya ill get crushes but i wont find luv bc i am fire and fire burns out and cannot be contained’ and shit like that and i was like…. crap. uhm i relate to that a bit too much. ik im young but like.. my crushes rlly js feel like interests and spending too much time w them. also idek if my most recent sapphic crush was rlly a crush or if i was js tryna prove it to myself im rlly bi. anyways back to my aro rant. and sometimes when i see people in luv im like ‘lmao couldnt be me’ like… okay next rant

omg so i used to be always happy for little and big things but like…. my vball tournament was yesterday and we won against our best opponent but i didnt feel happy??? like i barely even cried. i mean im glad we won but it feels like im holding smth that i like in my hands but js not enjoying ig??? i feel vv empty rn and i dont like the feeling of that but then again thats how ive been feeling for a while so im trying to ignore it.

its so sad on how i keep being friends w him (ill name him kris) even tho he literally outed me, but this is such a small skl and i dont think i could ever leave my friend. tbh loyalty is a big thing for me, ever. thats why it hurts so much when i think about everyone having someone except for me. its like being the third wheel in every single relationship (familial, friendship) i have with anybody. anyways i rlly have to stop being friends w people who wronged me but when i think abt them i think abt all the good times w them and then think that they (alliteration) could still be my friend. but like i said before its a small skl and everyone knos eachother…

back on that third wheel thing, like i said b4 loyalty is big for me. so when someone betrays me or like leaves me out i get soooo anxious and start going into frenzies like ‘oh ofc theyre hanging out together’ bc now my trio feels like m&a plus me. and everyone has their pair they talk to all the time, so what abt me? nonzo. its so hard during family shit bc im the middle child whereas there is only two children in each family and somim stuck w the older cousins (dw i luv em) but like… i feel so out of place.

i hate hate hate doing big things and then right after i have to go socialize? like no.. im tired asf. sometimes talking makes me want to cry and hide ipunder my sheets and scroll on pinterest while listening to my peaceful playlist. and it sucks bc i share a room w my sister and so i cant even do that in peace. i turned off my crying mode aswell and i dont kno how to turn it back on so at most i can shed a few tears so thats not fun. bc yknow how people say ‘crying is good for u’. me rn: 🤠

so what did we learn? that my life sucks ass and i want to curl up and die. and on that happy note goodbye!!!

[noro-noro-noro]

quick dream summary 1. oversletp for an event 2. visitng the carriage maze 3. the event...

1. overslept on Sunday for some event I signed up to volunteer at, it was led by a tall black trans dude who was super nice & friends w my friend H who's literally the nicest person I've ever met so I felt really bad about oversleeping. I got all my shit together & ran over there, but didn't receive any instruction on what I was supposed to be doing there . my ex & folden were there, though folden was now going by Vicki for no reason. & he'd Gained a lot of weight. i elected to ignore them even though hearing their voices got my hackles up. lunch wasn't free apparently so that qas stupid. it was a buffet style thing where every dish cost $2-5. I ended up just wandering through the building for a while - sine areas had really old bookshelves. there wasone piano that was so old it looked like it would crumble apart. i touched the keys & it was +1 out of tune. after a while everybody left & it was just me & a few other people. you could see who was still in the building from these glowing panels in a secret room by the courtyard. anyway I wanted to try out actually playing the piano so I meandered over & tested it out. suddenly my friend Sean that I haven't talked to in years was over & he was making requested. fortunately it was for songs I knew how to play I even had my sheet music folder even though the sheet music was all incorrect. I was explaining to the trans guy who was also there about synesthesia & then I woke up

2. visiting one of my friends & their friends. we headed out to go get coffee or smth & we were invisible as long as we were in our carriage? it was nighttime & some dude takes the carriage into his restaurabt bc our horses were getting cild. he made a scarf for the horsws. we were trying to stay invisible, & eventually when the guy fell asleep we teied to leave. but the horses liked their scarves & stayed behind so then the trip turns into some kind of escort the carriage through the weird forest game. it kinda felt like a drg escort mission except I didn't have a gun or a steering wheel but I was still expected to control the direction & keep enemies off. we eventually ended up in some German departnent store driving on too of shelves. the people were all like teen punks ,but the enemies were lots of mammoths?? fsr. I remember there was a hole in the ceiling we had to get into under this giant chandelier, so I ripped the chandelier out & tried to lift my little cousins up there since they were too small & I didn't want them to get hurt. but they couldn't pull them selves all the way to safety & fell out swsoite my best efforts, & I got stressed out. a new wave of round mammoths were arriving, butbhust before they hit us there was a CRACK and white light & rhe enemy guy, who was red and slightly transparent, had made an easily accessible staircase down from the ceiling. he was there with his red and slighrly reansparebt goons. I let my little cousins go safely up the stairs, & then asked mr evil why he was doing this, a bit baffled. we'd died in this floor before & had to respawn so I was wondering why now did he help . he smiled & held up my friend's fucking LEFT LEG still bleedig & was like I got what I want!!! I felt conflicted bc I needed my lirrle cousins safety to be assured. but I also was mad about my friend getting his leg torn off. he showed up with a prosthetic from one of the robotic enemies and ran up the hill to charge us but was handily knocked over by the goons. I couldn't do anything. Mr evil had my little cousins.

3. at some kind of event in the gym at a high school, except the gym was the size of a stadium actually and had a dramatic elevation change. the guy who couldn't find the bacon scallion cream cheese was there & so were a lot of other people. I came here with my friend but he wasn't having a super great time, he was just kinda like there. I heard casey talking so I tried to leave the area he was in but he saw me and followed me & eventually picked me up & held me in the air ,m& I was like boy put me down and take 5 steps back or I'll start screaming. he did not so I started SHOUTINT at him and gnawed his wrist until he staeted bleeding and dropped me & I ran off. couldn't find my friend so I wanted to hide in a classroom but all the doors were either locked or when you went in the lighrs and a LOUD fan automatically went off. i ended up running into a guy from.my Taiwan trip & walked around with him for a while until some awards ceremony started. again however the stadium was really fucked in terms of elevation it was like a 70 degree slope to the bottom with scattered flat ledges here or there. it was actually more like at an angle too. I ended up sitting with the guy from the Taiwan trip and ignoring the awards thing bc we couldn't hear from all the way up there

[forgotteneabha]

so, some alternates!

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5

(this is not an alternate this is just the og one from before ;D)

6

(except without the trident and probs another wheel instead of the anchor?)

The Arms of Calleary & Hanthom

Combined Arms of House Calleary of Hanthom

Azure (blue): truth and loyalty

Vert (green): hope, joy, loyalty in love

Argent (white/silver): peace and sincerity

Tawny/Tenné (orange/brown): worthy ambition

Ship: voyage, remarkable voyage, life, determining one's course in life

Wheel: fortune, torture/one prepared to undergo trials for their beliefs, steering, continuity/cycles, vicissitude

The Ancient Arms of Hanthom

Seahorse: martime success, good luck, fortune, fortitude, strength, power, courage; as "the dragon's bastard:" valour and protection, courage

Note: the division here indicates a maternal and paternal branch coming together, likely with the wheel (at dexter) being the paternal charge, and the seahorse (at sinister), being the maternal one, the grasping of the wheel can be seen in a number of different ways but generally it would be more or less read as willingly taking on or claiming a worthy and desired goal or duty and bringing that into your own protection/worldview/aim, etc. w the sinister overcoming the dexter, it may either indicate absolute partnership or even the bearer (child's) posthumous birth to the father or the mother carrying on boldly after the loss of her husband. so! lots that can be happening here!

The Ancient Arms of Calleary

Mullet/Star: celestial goodness, nobility, divine quality from above, mark of third son

Pearl: purity, honor, and virtue, that which is priceless beyond measure, that which the worthy choose to give their lives to seek

Moon: serene power over mundane actions, serenity

Shell/Escallop: protection of providence, successful leader, one who hasjourneyed far, traveler to far places, victorious naval commander

Fess: mark of naval service

NOTES:

so, since the malconaires, lorcans, and ormonds all have names that coincide w the name of their territory, i thought it could be interesting to build an in-world explanation for why it might be that the callearies do not preside over a place called calleary but, rather, one called hanthom, and, given that they also have claim to an as-yet unnamed seat in the north which is much smaller and in a state of disrepair to the point that it must be rebuilt before daring habitation (it also seems that the cold might be a factor here tbf), my thought was that perhaps there're a few things at work here! so i did some mock ups for us, and im eager to hear your thoughts! ;D

the callearies are maybe a newer house! we have established that the staffords and the malconaires and the lorcans are amongst the oldest houses in astaira, and perhaps the callearies aren't quite as ancient, but have roots in an older house that has, otherwise, gone extinct, namely: hanthom

alternately, or perhaps in a way that coincidences, there's the matter of the northern seat...maybe this is just an uninhabited place that roderick carved out of astaira...or maybe this is the og seat of the callearies from when they ~first became lords and was abandoned after they came into possession of the far more hospitable hanthom

so here's kind of what i was thinking: perhaps the last daughter of house hanthom wed a calleary and, thus, their child -- now a calleary of hanthom -- inherited both seats but, since calleary was both teeny and inhospitable, when the last lady hanthom died, the new lord/lady calleary brought everyone from calleary to hanthom and set up shop w their combined ppl living together

now, how do you do this? how do you make this work? never fear, ive got some notions abt all of this too! and it also (at least tries to) makes sense of why the last lady hanthom might choose a tiny random struggling house from the north w which to ally herself, knowing they'd be the future rulers of hanthom! and basically the answer is that house calleary had 1) v, v few ppl looking to them and 2) maritime knowledge of their own...it also brings in an atlantis/numennor/tomb of cleopatra/old valyria/pompei sorta myth bc i have zero self-control always dsklafjkdsjf are you ready?

ok, for i leap into this, side bar to tuck away/keep in mind: irl ancient celtic mythology, manannán is the irish god of the sea...and, originally, of the afterlife as well. why is that? bc the earliest celts believed that the afterlife was an island to which you could sail (this is why king arthur was taken to avalon on a boat -- the meaning was lost over time but it comes from this and there're some really interesting ancient myths abt sailors accidentally shipwrecking on the island of the dead and all kinda of wild things ensuing largely bc the ancient celts believed in reincarnation so it was a place your soul went and could return etc but then you go there w a living body and chaos ensues you get it laksjdfkljdsajf) so! i thought riffing off of this could be fun since we know astaira is lowkey fantasy ireland etc ;D and it actually sorta solved the puzzle in my mind of the connection to the north and the differing name so!! bear this in mind and now get ready #forrealizies

incoming thought: this story might be that of either the callearies or the hanthoms, actually...originally i was thinking the callearies but it might ~actually make more sense if its the hanthoms???? idk but either way imma refer to it as the callearies (bc either way their descendants are in fact our modern day callearies, if we go w this!) below ;D

im thinking that maaaaaybe...originally...they weren't astairan at all!! originally, the callearies from an archipelago somewhere off to sea, its location now lost

the callearies could have been kings, but im actually thinking that maybe they were just random sailors, maybe lords, but they were lucky bc while they were off at sea, their homeland was destroyed whether via volcanic eruption or tsunami/tidal waves or earthquakes or -- v possibly w a volcanic eruption -- all of the above!!!

many of the sailors and merchants and ships that were asail were crushed and drowned in the horrific storms and upheaval that came w the destruction of their homeland, but in the aftermath those that survived banded together into a ragtag fleet, set adrift in the terrific storms and desperately sailing towards land as their supplies dwindled

the survivors ended up banding together beneath the banner of the callearies, either bc they were surviving lords or simply bc they were simply charismatic/kept their heads on their shoulders/had the biggest ships/had a surviving captain/whatever!!!

when the fleet finally made land, the survivors spilled forth onto a spit of land and made a settlement there, grateful to have survived

this land was, of course, in astaira

they did their best to rebuild their culture, eventually coming into contact w other astairans, and -- being sea people -- quickly set about becoming trading and naval powers in the region

their lost homeland now survives as a mytho-historic atlantis/avalon-type myth in the collective minds of the astairans and many have sailed off into the horizon in search of the place, never to be seen again

now how does this tie into the hanthom-calleary thing???? trade!!! seafaring!!! im imagining the two co-existed for some time w one ruling the northern seas and the other the southern and yeah! while one ploughs the wintry northern seas, the other commands the summery southern seas. if you're house hanthom and you know ur abt to die out but you want someone to keep ur ppl alive and ur sea culture going etc, ur gonna want the other parent to ur heir/aka the future lords of ur spot, to be someone who knows the waters, gets ships, understands the needs of ppl who live off the sea, understand trade, etc etc etc, PLUS uniting their fleets and trade routes does exponentially compound the wealth, power, and influence of the combined house so ur heirs and ur ppl will be well off on a lot of counts!!!!

now, im thinking that, since the northern callearies only had a small number of ppl in an inhopsitable place, they probs brought all their ppl w them (at least who wished to go) and bing bam boom fast forward a couple centuries and you've got our kiddos!

anyway alksdjfkljdsf this is a lot and all of it frankly insane and yeah idk if we want any of this????????? but here we are -- lmk what you think!!!

[bearseulgs]

enhypen reaction to their s/o loving kids

gn!reader x ot7

genre: fluff

wc: 647

warnings: none for this piece of writing but life advice wise, if ur gonna look after kids take nascar race earplugs and an american football helmet

requested!! tysm

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Heeseung ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

i feel like he loves kids but isn't the best with them

but he's so in love when he finds out that you love them too

y'all were at a christmas party or smth (idk smth to do w your religion) bc your families are close

and he saw your aunt hand you her baby as she went to the bathroom

and you were such a natural at taking care of it, you were having so much fun

he just watched you play with the baby, gaze filled with adoration

he's in awe of you and loves how much love you have to give

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Jay ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

bff i'm sorry but he Does Not relate

like,,, he can be around them and play with them, and he likes babying and taking care of people

but he doesn't love them as much as you

but he loves the smile on your face when he sees you playing with kids at the nursery ☹️☹️

and he thinks that maybe he will love kids if it means spending time with you &lt;3

the more he sees you around them the more he adores both them and you (if that's possible)

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Jake ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

he also loves them so he's so excited that you do too

he'd pay more attention to them than he would you 😭

he's singing wheels on the bus right with your little cousin

does it get tiring after the 4th time?? maybe, but it's still a sweet sight

you're like,,, actually jealous at this point bc why does he get along so well with them while they won't pay attention to you

you end up both saying hi to every baby you see and playing with then whenever you can

people who take care of kids together stay together amirite m8s

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Sunghoon ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

at first he claims to not get your fascination with young kids

but the second one asks him for help at the ice rink you see him melt (haha get it i'm so funny)

he invites you to watch Yeji with him when his parents go out 🥺

you and Yeji are TIGHT like rip to Hoon ig but he just got replaced as older sibling

but it's okay bc he's just happy to see y'all getting along and he gets the feeling

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Sunoo ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

he thinks it's so sweet that you like kids

until he looks after one with you

after the first ten episodes of cocomelon he's done (i'm writing this on my 20th while playing hide and seek (send help))

no matter how much you try to convince him that they're good he won't believe you

but he supposes your look of joy while watching them play makes up for his burst eardrums

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Jungwon ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

Wonie has those Leader Instincts to care for people, esp you bc he loves you 💞💞

so when he sees you caring for babies at a family gathering his heart is about to burst

he does get kinda jealous of the kid tho 💔

like give him some attention wtf??

he gets over it tho not really

he loves you to the moon and back and this just added to that

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Ni-ki ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

he is right there with you bff

did you see the Hello82 video 🥹🥹 he's so sweet

i wouldn't be surprised if y'all babysat together tbh

he is definitely the one that aunties hand their kids off to at family gatherings

they probs also cry when he has to leave (same thing with me 💪 stay jealous)

but basically he is the best partner for baby lovers bc have you seen this boy he is amazing with kids

a/n: cocomelon actually slaps but so do small children

©️ bearseulgs 2022

[goofygooberdays]

would u be willing to write an angsty fic w/ max mayfield x gn!reader? perhaps max avoiding reader (who’s her gf) for a while or smth like that.

honestly anything with angst and a happy ending 💀

Since I am 22 and Max is 14/15 (i think is what freshman age is?), I don't feel comfortable writing a romance between Max and the reader, but I will gladly write it about maybe a close friend! Like Steve is to the gang. I hope that's okay! Also, it's a headcanon :)

-You've know Max since she first moved here. At first it was just because you worked at the Arcade and noticed her hanging around a lot. You even noticed the small things about her relationship, or lack thereof, with Billy and about her home-life.

-One thing lead to another and you sort of just befriended her. Wanting to give her a person she could trust and could come talk to. A friend.

-Max trusted you so much that when Eleven and Max started to suspect something strange was happening in Hawkins again, you were the first person she came to for help. Despite not believing her 100% at first, you quickly realized just how much danger her and her group of friends where and instantly refused to leave her side.

-You were there when shit hit the fan. You saw the literal monster Billy became and how upset Max became because even though those two didn't get along, she still sort of loved him in her own way.

-But even worse than that, you saw how much it affected her when she saw him sacrifice himself to save El.

-You were the first person to pull her into the tightest hug while she screamed and cried. You were the one to make sure she got home that night and didn't let her stay alone.

-You were there for her until she suddenly pushed you away.

-Max slowly stopped going to the arcade. She kept going, if for no reason other than to still play the games that brought her a small ounce of joy, but then eventually just didn't bother going anymore.

-At first you assumed it was because everything changed for her. Going to high school was a lot for a person. Having two of her best friends move away. Her friend group starting to split up without her say. And worst of all, her step dad leaving. Even though she didn't like the man, she knew that it was the start of her mom having to work more just to make ends meet.

-Max and her mom ended up moving and she didn't tell you where. You found out through the boys.

-Just like you found out that she was isolating herself. She was alone more than you'd like, but the one thing you didn't want to do was over step your boundaries.

-You tried waving at her at school even though your paths rarely crossed. Even offered to give her rides home, but Max never gave you much of an answer. Just a short and resounding "no".

-Yes, it hurt at first. She has grown to be very important to you. But you didn't start getting too worried until you realized she wasn't really talking to anyone.

-It was Lucas who came to you first. He was extremely worried about Max and, just like you, she was not giving him much to work with.

-So that very night lucas came to you, which just so happens to be the night shit hit the fan at eddie's place, you showed up to her place. Work ran later, but you still grabbed her favorite food and made your way there.

-At knocking on the door a few time you were about to leave when you heard it openly slowly. She looked angry, annoyed.

-"Usually when people don't answer, it's a no." She said sarcastically.

-Instead of saying anything, you held up a bag of her favorite fast food.

-Half expecting her to say no, you were a little shocked when she grabbed the bag and started making her way to where the dog was barking.

-You were there when Eddie and Chrissy pulled up to his place. You were also there when the lights flickered. You saw the wheels turning in her head about what's going on just like it did yours when more facts starting rolling in about that night.

-It was you who realized the pattern with Vecna's victims. You worked as an aide for the office and often helped sort through files.

-After her first encounter with Vecna, Max tried to shut you out again. To push you away. But you refused to let her this time. Not when her life is on the line.

-In fact, she was ignoring you up until she tried to hand you a letter and you wouldn't take it. One thing lead to another and you guy's starting yelling at each other.

-"Max, I won't let anything happen to you. Vecna will have to fight me to get to you until my last dying breath." or something dramatic

-to which max responded, "That's what I'm afraid of. Anyone I get close to gets hurt or ends up dead. Maybe it's best that it's me before anyone else get's hurt."

-The room went silent. Max didn't quite realize what she said until suddenly she was being pulling into a tight hug. A hug she hasn't felt since that night.

-It was like a weight was lifted off her shoulders and max just broke while in your arms. She cried for the first time since that night. She cried while holding you close and while you and Dustin, Lucas, and Steve held her in a big group hug.

-When Max was doing all her last minute errands, you didn't let her go by herself anywhere. It brought her some small sort of peace. The only place you didn't go with was when she visited Billy's grave. You knew she needed to do this alone.

-But when you started noticing her slight change in body language you wish you hadn't listen and had gone with her instead.

-You instantly panicked. Dustin called Nancy and Robin while you and the rest of the guys tried your hardest to snap her out of her trance.

-Slowly, you were losing hope and getting really frantic about her future when Dustin screamed, asking for her favorite song. Not even bothering to use words, you scrambled to find the tape before hitting play.

-Time tick slowly as you hoped she was okay. It was you who caught her when she fell, and it was you who held her, again, while she sobbed. Extremely terrified, but also super grateful to be back in your arms and not that hellscape.

-When tension was less high, you barely choked out, "I'm never letting you out of my sight until after this bitch is killed."

-Max let out a muffled sob and nodded in agreement.

-Vecna might still be out there terrorizing people, but for once Max feels safe. She knows she'll be okay because you're here. Most of her friends are here. She doesn't feel alone anymore.

-She's glad she met you that first day at the arcade.