#so now i am awake and it is 4:30 and i hear birds chirping so nighty night

[dawnthefluffyduck]

Crazy issues that come up when a character is written a little too well

[emy-loves-you]

Wrong Numbers And Useless Gays Chapter 8

Snake Boi Needs Hugs

This chapter deals with depersonalization, disassociation, self-harm (scratching), past body mutilation, child neglect, etc. If any of these topics have the potential to trigger you, please skip to the bold section at the end of this chapter. There, I have a masterlist/recap of all issues/disorders that the characters have been revealed to have up to this point. I was at a really low point when I wrote this, but it’s still important to the story, and this is the worst that it's gonna get. Please be safe. If you skip down to the masterlist and something in Janus' section triggers you, don’t read this chapter. You can read the rest of this fic with only the masterlist info instead of the actual chapter.

Chapter 7 | Masterlist | Chapter 9

(November 9th)

V- (6:24 PM) Hey guys, I’m gonna be really busy over the next few days. Probably won’t respond to texts. Nothing’s wrong, I just won’t be on my phone.

P- (6:24 PM) Alright Kiddo. Stay safe, and don’t forget to eat!

V- (6:25 PM) I will. I’ll text you guys when it’s over. See you then

Virgil sighed, locking his front door. He began his long walk to Janus’ house. This was one of those few times where he wished that he owned his own car. He sighed, adjusting his backpack. While normally Virgil would ask Janus or Remus to pick him up, Janus’ birthday was in 2 days. That’s why Virgil was making this journey in the first place. Sometimes, Janus spent his birthday like an excited 8-year-old, ordering a 3 tier cake and enough glitter to cover the entire house. Sometimes Janus was clingy: wanting to cuddle on the couch with Remus, watch shitty romcoms and drink enough booze to fill a river. But sometimes…

Virgil shook his head. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be one of those birthdays. He knocked on the door. There was a muffled curse before the door was swung open. Remus stood there, slightly panting. His hair was all over the place, and he was wearing what looked like his pajamas from the day before. Virgil bit down the urge to say “you look like shit.” Instead, he just nodded his head and stepped into the house. He followed Remus into the old study (Janus never came in here any other time of year) and found Janus hunched over his desk, writing something down. But what drew in Virgil’s attention were the wrist-length yellow gloves on his hands. So it’s one of THOSE birthdays.

Virgil's mind flashed to the day he met Janus, the yellow gloves brushing his hair back. Janus had been given those gloves by his father for his 18th birthday. Other than to bathe, Janus never took them off until months after his parents died. It took a lot of time and effort to convince Janus that he didn’t need those gloves, especially since they were the only present that his father had ever given him. After they started performing as The Dark Sides, Janus had bought himself a pair of yellow elbow-length gloves. He only wore the elbow-length gloves when he was Deceit, and he never wore the wrist-length gloves.

Virgil shook his head, stepping further into the room. Janus has yet to look up. Virgil stepped around the desk, knowing that he wouldn’t acknowledge Virgil even if he spoke up. He read the first line, frowning at what he saw.

“Dear Mother and Father,”

Virgil looked up at Remus, giving him a nod. Remus left the room. It would be beneficial for Remus to go, since he knew the house better than Virgil. While Remus went to lock up anything potentially dangerous, Virgil kept an eye on Janus. He took a seat in the armchair in the corner of the study, positioned specifically for Virgil to have a perfect view of both Janus and the door. They sat there for several hours, the sound Janus’ pen the only sound between them. Virgil’s eyes never left Janus, knowing what would happen if he looked away for too long. Janus abruptly stood up, neatly folding up the 20-something pages of letters and throwing them away. Virgil stood up, following Janus into the dining room. He couldn’t see Remus- he was probably sleeping. There was a pile of sandwiches on the table (turkey with tomato and mayonnaise, crustless. Janus’ favorite) along with 2 plastic cups and bottled water. Virgil pulled back a chair, and Janus numbly sat down, posture perfectly straight. Virgil gave Janus a cup of water and half of a sandwich before sitting down. They ate in silence. Two bites into his third sandwich, Janus stood up. Virgil followed. They walked upstairs, Virgil glancing at the clock on the wall. 12:13 AM. Earlier than usual. Virgil followed Janus into the master bedroom, finding Remus passed out on the edge of the bed. He watched as Janus changed into his pajamas, currently having no sense of decency. He kept his gloves on as he lay in bed, facing the ceiling with eyes wide open. Virgil sat on the couch near the bed, his gaze never wavering. They sat there for several more hours, neither moving an inch. When Virgil’s alarm went off (vibrate only, no loud noises) at 4 AM, Virgil got up to wake Remus. They quickly changed positions, with Remus sitting on the couch and Virgil curling up on the bed. He noticed Janus’ eyes fluttering shut and he drifted off soon after.

He woke up to Remus shaking him at 9:30. He silently got up, giving Remus a quick nod before slipping out of the room. He went to a separate bedroom to change before hurrying down to the kitchen. He made a batch of blueberry muffins (they couldn’t eat anything that required silverware, not after the first time) and went about cleaning up the sandwiches from last night. By 10:30, the muffins had cooled down, and Virgil could hear Janus and Remus making their way downstairs. Virgil quickly put the muffins on the table and checked to make sure he wasn’t covered in any ingredients (when he was like this, Janus would forget that he fired his servants years ago). Virgil quickly sat down, glancing up just as Janus walked in.

He was wearing a crisp business suit, his gloves still in place. Virgil watched as Remus got Janus situated, planting a quick kiss on the side of his face. Virgil let a ghost of a smile flicker onto his face; even when Janus was like this, Remus still absolutely adored him. That smile quickly fled when he realized where Remus had kissed him. A long, horrid scar rested on Janus’ face, stretching from temple to chin. Janus tended to paint that half of his face with scales when playing Deceit, if only to cover it up. Another flashback appeared, this time of Janus two weeks after his parents died. They were eating steak, and they thought Janus was finally opening back up and suddenly there was so much blood and Virgil took the knife away as Janus kept clawing at his face and make it stop make it stop-

A hand on his shoulder pulled him back roughly. Virgil looked up to see Remus peering down at him, a look of not-quite pity on his face. Virgil quickly shook his head, turning back to the muffin on his plate. He didn’t feel hungry anymore.

Today played out much like the day before, with Janus hunched over his desk writing letters. Virgil and Remus each took turns watching him while the other slept or prepared meals. That night, Remus took the first shift while Virgil went to sleep. He woke up at around 2 AM to Janus screaming. He quickly bolted up, taking in the situation. Remus was now sitting on Janus’ lap, keeping his legs down as he pinned his arms to his sides. Janus arched his back, his face red but no open cuts to be seen (that’s at least one good thing about those damned gloves). Remus looked close to tears, and Virgil quickly grabbed one of Janus’ arms, allowing Remus to focus on the other. They sat there for several minutes, praying for Janus to calm down. He eventually passed out, a combination of exhaustion and lack of air from screaming keeping him asleep. Virgil took up his shift early, letting Remus lie down. Neither slept for the rest of the night.

The next day, they had some strawberry muffins and contemplated what would happen today. It was now November 11th, Janus’ birthday, and neither friend had a single clue about what would happen today. They watched as Janus got up and grabbed his coat from the living room. Remus kept watch while Virgil hurried upstairs, grabbing his backpack. He quickly ran back downstairs, giving one last nod to Remus before Janus slipped out of the house. Virgil would go with Janus while Remus cleaned up the house and got some sleep.

Virgil followed Janus as they walked through the gardens, already knowing where they were heading. They walked down this path constantly after the funeral, and by now Virgil had it memorized. While they walked, Virgil quietly opened his bag and brought out a bouquet of fake flowers. He handed Janus the bouquet as they reached the grave. It was an elaborate headstone, with angels etched around the words:

“Here lies David and Mary Williams. October 8th, 1961 to November 11th, 2014. December 4th, 1962 to November 11th, 2014. Lovers, parents, and friends to all that met them.”

Virgil scowled at the headstone as Janus kneeled over the grave. Even after 6 years, these bastards still hurt him. They stayed there for a few hours, no sounds beyond the birds chirping in the distance. Janus eventually got up, dropping the flowers and making his way back to the house. Virgil followed, silently checking Janus for any sign of emotion. His face was perfectly blank, with no signs of crying or distress. They reached the house at around 2 PM and Virgil was slightly surprised when Janus made a beeline for the ballroom. He nudged Remus awake as they passed the living room, pulling him off the couch before following Janus. They could hear the slow sounds of some waltz as Janus turned on the old gramophone in the corner of the room. Janus then stood there, staring at the floor as if it could tell him what to do. Remus quickly walked up and put a hand on Janus’ waist, using his other to clasp Janus’ own hand. Janus looked up, and for the first time in 3 days, he looked like he actually saw Remus, not a stranger.

They slowly danced around the room, and to Virgil they looked more intimate than he’d ever seen them. There was groping, no dirty secrets whispered between each other, just dancing. Dancing with open and honest looks on their faces, speaking in a language that Virgil’s pretty sure he’ll never learn. The way that Remus furrowed his brow every few minutes, the subtle squeezing of Janus’ hands. This was the spark that they shared, and Virgil knew that he would never be able to have this type of moment with them. They were so obviously in love, and he wished that moments like this happened more often, that they were able to be like this without one of them being emotionally compromised or vulnerable.

Eventually, the record stopped, and with it all of Janus’ self-control. He flung himself around Remus’ neck, and Virgil could hear the muffled sob from across the room. Remus gently lowered them to the ground, rubbing his back and whispering something that Virgil couldn’t hear. Remus looked up and made eye contact with Virgil, silent tears streaming down his face. Go, his look said, I’ll take care of him. Virgil nodded, going to make dinner.

The next day, Virgil was happy to see Janus sitting on the couch, curled up against Remus, and watching cheesy rom coms. He glanced down and noticed that the gloves were nowhere to be found. Virgil smiled, going to take a seat on Janus’ other side. He glanced over at Remus as he made some snarky remark. Yes, they were still broken. Yes, they still had moments where they lost all hope. But they also had each other. They were family, and that was all Virgil ever wanted.

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Here is the masterlist of issues and/or disorders that the characters, in order of relevance to the story:

Remus- Remus is a transgender male with the deadname Rebecca. His parents were very controlling and manipulative. They refused to acknowledge that he transitioned, so he ran away at age 16. He hasn’t talked to his family since. In retaliation to how transphobic and homophobic his parents were, Remus developed a very vulgar mindset. He tells everyone that he meets about how he’s trans and very gay for Janus. He never talks about his life before he met Janus and Virgil unless he’s extremely drunk. Remus developed his persona of the Duke to help combat his gender dysphoria and intrusive thoughts. The Duke is much more vulgar but less likely to admit that he’s trans. He currently lives with Janus (and a good distance away from his hometown). He has lived there for almost 7 years, has been a member of The Dark Sides for 5 years, and has been in a relationship with Janus for 4 years.

Roman- Roman is Remus’ twin. When Remus (still being called Rebecca at the time) was trying to discover himself, he began to look and act similarly to Roman. He was punished for this (since their parents were transphobic) and Roman’s low self-esteem combined with Remus’ punishments caused Roman to lash out at Remus the day before he came out to their parents. Roman is unaware that Remus transitioned and blames himself for pushing “Rebecca” away. Roman began to lash out against his parents and started a secret relationship with Logan in order to combat their homophobia (that’s what he told himself. He also had a massive crush on both Logan and Patton). When Patton found out, they briefly argued before getting together in a polyamorous relationship. They coincidentally moved to the same town that Remus did soon after graduating high school. Roman still suffers from extreme guilt at the loss of Rebecca and is occasionally harassed by his parents over the phone. Roman has been in the poly relationship for almost 8 years and has lived in his current house for 6 years.

Janus- Was emotionally neglected at a young age by his rich parents. They were always screaming at each other and him behind closed doors. He was taught to never show that his life was less than perfect, so by 19 he was a compulsive liar. He met Virgil during one of his depressive (and slightly suicidal) episodes and decided to take him in. He met and took in Remus 4 months after meeting Virgil. His parents were neglectful to the point where they didn’t realize that they were housing two other teenagers. On Janus’ 20th birthday, both of his parents died in a car crash. He immediately fired all of his staff and went into an extreme depression. Two weeks after his death, he self-harmed and mutilated his face with a steak knife, leaving him with a horrible scar. He has gotten a lot better over the years, though he tends to depersonalize and potentially self-harm on the days leading up to his birthday. He uses the persona of Deceit to separate his compulsive lying from his actual personality. You can never tell when Deceit is lying (and half the time, neither can he). Janus is less of a compulsive liar now, but he’s still extremely sarcastic and will slip into his Deceit persona when he feels vulnerable. Same timestamps as Remus, though he’s lived in this town his entire life.

Virgil- Virgil has never known his birth parents, his mother dying when he was 3 months old and his dad nowhere to be seen. He never had a stable home, having bounced around the foster system until he was kicked out at 18. He met Janus soon after, who took him in. Virgil has always had a knack for music and art, but he was never able to fully develop his talents until Remus suggested they form a band. He cooked for Janus and Remus before he moved out, since neither of them had needed to cook for themselves before they met each other. Virgil never felt he earned anything for himself until he started earning money from The Dark Sides. Because of this (and the fact that he has an insane amount of money now), Virgil likes to spoil his crushes with big, elaborate gifts (he can’t spoil Janus or Remus because Janus is richer than Virgil will ever be and Remus is already spoiled by Janus). When Janus and Remus got together they offered for Virgil to join their relationship. He declined, quickly noticing that their relationship with each other is deeper and more intimate than anything that he could ever have with them. Virgil uses the persona of Anxiety to combat his, you guessed it, anxiety. Anxiety is suave and confident, though Virgil only slips into his persona when either flirting or at a Dark Sides-related event. Virgil has the same timestamps as Janus, though he never joined Janus’ relationship with Remus.

Patton- Patton has always had mild depression. He gets depressive episodes at least once a month. He’s never been suicidal, but he becomes very self-deprecating during more intense episodes. He usually turns to one of the others for a distraction. Patton grew up next door to Logan, and they got together when they were 12. They kept their relationship a secret until Patton found Logan making out with Roman 5 years later. It hurt him a lot and he still fears that they’ll leave one day for someone else. Patton has been in a relationship with Logan for nearly 13 years, Roman joined them 8 years ago, and they’ve lived in the same house for 6 years.

Logan- Logan doesn’t have any issues or disorders to note, other than he’s really tired. He’s helped Patton through his depression for as long as he can remember, and he helps Roman through his issues of guilt and anger (Patton’s self-deprecating thoughts tend to increase when Roman is upset). Logan is calm and collected. He’s the only one in this series who’s been to college, and will soon earn his master's degree in astronomy. They actually decided to move to this town due to its college’s astronomy program. Logan is the one who deals with budgeting and scheduling, hence why he’s annoyed with Virgil spending so much money on them. All of his timestamps are the same as Patton’s.

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Taglist: @bisexualdisaster106 @self-taught-mess @itawalrus @arodynamic-enby @sanderssides-angst 

[cooltrainererika]

Alt-talia Double Feature: Floral Oofs

Its 4:30 AM! Yaaaaayyyy... I hope @aphrarepairweek2020 is still reblogging @_@ And yet I feel super awake aaaaaa- Curse you blue light...

This is for the Flowers prompt, as you can tell!

Anyway, I’m just putting up a Google doc link because I don’t want to hassle through converting formats at this hour. I’ll put additional notes in there too if I have any, because damn it, I already hear the birds chirping outside.

Note that the lengths are extremely different though. I kind of gave up partway through the NedCan one.

Though yeah, the pairs this time are NedCan (platonic), and Fem!EngSwitz! The former isn’t that super rare, but I’ve seen almost no English works for the latter. Yes, it has historical basis. Cadaska has like three comics on it (check them out! Their comics are hilarious).

I swear I’m gonna get some new HE support convos out before the event is over...

Also I had so much fun researching floriography. Anyone who has been following me recently knows that I’m sort of on a Fate kick recently, particularly concerning its absolutely adorable version of Dr. Jekyll, so it was fitting that I write something Victorian for Alt-talia too. Two research birds in one stone! Woot!

Though note, due to the era, the second fic will feature statements that will seem... kinda sexist. To say the least. I try to write from the perspective from how someone of the era would typically think. Even the less pleasant parts. In fact it’s kind of supposed to be a major theme here.

I planned to make a long EngSwitz fic chronicling their relationship like I do with FraRus in Bons Baisers De Russie, but I didn’t have enough time, so have this preview (?) instead. I haven’t even finished BBDR (or The Key to Zorn, or many others...) yet, so starting a new one is probably a bad idea lol. Hopefully I’ll have a chance to write it sometime, but it seems that time isn’t now.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1J9xlykdNXS0P_IXXb8aoXamPtrSrkqDdtcRYBKTrhWA

Now excuse me, I’m off to bed, and I’ll pray that I can get up before noon.

[kaspbrak-tozier-reddie]

Paparazzi - pt.2

Based on Anon request for AU 37 and #3, #4 & #29 prompts

Pairings: Stenbrough with sides of Reddie and Benverly

Warnings: Indirect mentions of homophobia

Part 1

Masterlist + Prompts 

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The following day Bill and Stan wake before the others wanting to plan out everything themselves before their bombarded by 5 other people. With a cup of coffee in their hands, the two talk about the medial plan. “Right, should we lay down ground rules?” Bill asks.

“Nah, look, we know boundaries. If we need any sort of help we literally know 4 people in relationships,” Stan remarks. “If we lay ground rules then the media will know.”

“Okay? How ‘bout this, we talk to either Benverly and Reddie.” Stan makes a clear face of confusion causing Bill to giggle. “Ship names, it’s what the kids do these days. You take Richie and Eddie and I’ll take Ben and Bev.” Stan nods. Bill can’t help but notice as Stan looks away, turning towards their sleeping friends, it’s almost as if he regrets this whole idea. 

Unapprehended by the pair in the kitchen, Richie Tozier lays awake listening to their whole conversation. He smirks to himself as he listens to Stan disagree on having ground rules, so Stan does listen to me, Richie thinks. If he didn’t have Eddie in his arms, he would sure as heck jump up and scream it to the neighbourhood that Stan the Man actually listens to him.

“ ’Chee? You awake?” Eddie slurs.

“Yeah,” Richie whispers.

“I need to pee.” Richie immediately lets him out of his arms and is greeted with the presence of cold air in Eddie’s absence. He grabs his phone from beside the cot and sees that it is 5:30 in the morning.

“Bullshit.” Richie mumbles. He turns back toward the kitchen but through the blur, he can no longer see the silhouettes of Bill and Stan, nor can he hear their voices. The vibration of soft footsteps rise up through the metal legs of the cot, it softly shakes it and Richie, causing him to jump. “Scare you did I?” Eddie whispers.

“No use fooling you Spaghetti,” Richie chuckles. Eddie crawls back into Richie’s arms.

“Why are you up anyway?”

“Stan and Bill woke me. Did you know that Stan actually listens to me?”

“Noooo.”Eddie’s voice sounds shocked but his eyes say different, it’s almost like Eddie is glad that Stan listens to Richie but at the same time, who would? 

“Yeah, in fact, Bill wants us to talk to Birdman.” Eddie smiles weakly before giving a small yawn and falling asleep.

****

Later that day, when all the Losers are awake, Stan makes his way over to Richie and Eddie, taking the both of them out to the back deck. Stanley immediately starts to stumble over his words, he didn’t plan the way he was going to ask them for help.

“Stan, Stan. Calm down. Just treat it as if it were an actual date.” Richie says trying to calm his best friend down.

“He’s right, from my understanding is that Bill likes you. If you like him then tell him. If it weren’t for you, Richie and I would still be pining.” Eddie says as reassurance. “We would like to return the favour.”

“Oh uh, okay,” Stan replies and turns back inside. “Hey! Billy, let’s go to that cute diner just next door!” The sudden boost of confidence in Stan is enough to scare every loser in the house; the scary stories that Bill used to tell about a psychopathic killer clown no longer had the same effect. A confident Stanley was enough to make everyone panic, nothing could go well with this.

*

Having arrived at the retro diner literally 2 doors down from Bill’s house, Stan sits down at a booth by the front window for clear access for the paparazzi. “Is this a date?” Bill asks. “Fake date?”

“Yeah,” Stan says, slightly regretting agreeing to the fake date. Even though he couldn’t see it, Bill is slightly disappointed too.

The two just continue to talk as if they are just catching up not doing anything malicious towards the media. As Bill locks eyes with Stan’s, he sees an evil sparkle that he has never seen in his friend. It’s as if there is a sudden appearance of an evil-alter-ego that Bill didn’t know he had. It’s enough to have the author shaking. 

Sure Stan joked about being a bit of a prankster but no one believed him because underneath all the eye-rolls and quick-wit comments, he’s a huge softy. Well, that’s what everyone thought. Stan grabs Bill’s hand that’s resting on the table and intertwines their fingers, not caring about the half a dozen people outside. 

It baffles Bill, no author truly got this attention, JK Rowling didn’t, Bill thinks. But it is, now, the 21st century and he is the youngest bestseller of the year now but this still wasn’t normal. Maybe it’s because he lives in a large town close by the ocean. It’s not heavily populated like the cities, nor is it underpopulated like Derry, he’s the only ‘famous’ person living in the town, in a large 90s style home. Maybe that’s why the press is suddenly focused on a horror novelist.

Stan, on the other hand, is watching Bill intensely, focusing on the way his eyebrows furrow together as he squints down at his menu. The words are a little on the small side and not to mention smudges on the laminate, so Stan doesn’t blame him. He decides to then train his focus to Bill’s lips, his perfect fucking lips. Stan often caught himself staring at them multiple times a day back in high school, during outings with the losers at college and during their one and only class together (in their second year of college). 

Even though the date is fake, Stan dreams for the opportunity, he wants - no he needs an opportunity to kiss Bill. He needs to know if what Bev had said many years ago, is true about Bill’s kissing. 

A waitress comes by the table and Stan immediately springs into action, “can we get a bowl of fries and a strawberry and a caramel milkshake?” Bill snaps his vision from the waitress to his best friend in front of him. Stan smirking wickedly 

“Do you trust me?” Stan asks as soon as the waitress leaves. The wicked look in his eyes is becoming more and more evident.

“Y-y-yes,” Bill stutters out, something he hasn’t done since Derry. 

“Scaring you am I, Billy?” Stan whispers in horror. The wicked sparkle in his eyes die out and his face softens as Bill nods slightly. “Sorry I got a bit carried away. I just haven’t felt this alive in my life.”

“What do you mean?”

“I live a boring life, I am an accountant for crying out loud. I live in my office, I barely get to see you guys. I haven’t been on a date in 3 years. And the guy I’ve been crushing on since Sophmore year of high school, I thought he didn’t like me back until recently.”

“So, why are you -” Bill’s face lights up. “No wonder you agreed to this stupid thing.”

Bill’s out of his side of the table in a flash and take Stan’s face in his hands and kisses him. It doesn’t take long for Stan to reciprocate and match the pace. Fast and hungry with passion. In conclusion, the kiss was better than what Bev had told Stan all those years ago. Bill’s lips are like a drug, having Stanley begging for more.

As Bill pulls back, Stan chases, wanting - no, needing - the feel and taste of Bill’s soft plump lips back. “Wow,” is all Stan can muster out.

Those with the cameras out the front, snapping shots of the two but the new couple don’t care all they can think of is each other.

**** As they return back to Bill’s house, Bill’s phone starts going off. Several tweets, Instagram comments and photos, start to come through. Almost all of them are with regards to Bill and Stan kissing in the diner. Positive ones to say the least.

“Well, my golly gosh, isn’t this just fine and dandy.” Richie Tozier chirps up at the news. 

“Well, congratulations you two,” Ben exclaims seeing as Bill has Stan wrapped around his arm and head laying on his shoulder. “I can only guess that you two are actually together.”

“Yeah well, Richie and Eddie had given me the push I needed,” Stan says and turns to the brunette couple. “Thanks, guys, seriously.”

“Not a problem Staniel, than you as well,” Richie says wrapping an arm around Eddie’s waist.

From there Bill uploads a photo of him and Stan to his Instagram to properly welcome Stan to the lives of his fans. Stan starts smiling as he watches the comments start to roll in, all saying how cute they were or that they are proud of Bill coming out as Bisexual. Stan starts to get randoms following him on his public tweeter account as his Instagram is private but that changes as he comes to the realisation that he has nothing to hide. 

He doesn’t post much but bird pictures or photos of the Losers Club, so he opens his Instagram account. “Tag me in the photo Bill,” Stan whispers into his boyfriend’s ear.

“Are you sure?” Bill asks.

“Yes.”

The back and forth whispering catches the attention of all the losers but it’s Richie that pipes up with saying, “Keep the foreplay for the bedroom!” Bev snorts and starts to laugh and soon Eddie follows while trying to be mad at his boyfriend. But it doesn’t take long for Ben, Mike and even Bill and Stan to join in. 

“My middle wants to bid you goodbye, Bitchard,” Stan says flipping the comedian off.

“Two can play that game.” Richie says, “I heard you two this morning. Everyone I want you to know that Stan the Man actually listens to me and thinks I give great advice!” Stan looks at him horrified, he can’t believe that Richie had eavesdropped on his private conversation with Bill! Eddie is the first and only person to start laughing, nobody to put a finger on it if Eddie was laughing at 1) Richie or 2) Stan listening to Richie’s “poor” advice. 

“You spied on them and didn’t wake me!?” Bev cries. “To think I was about to ask you if you’d like to join me for a smoke!” Bev dangles a cancer stick in front of a practically drooling Richie.

*

Stan steps out into the kitchen needing to get away from the commotion that Richie has caused. “You okay babe?” Stan jumps a few feet at the sound of Bill’s voice.

“Yeah, just Richie,” Stan admits.

“I know. Come with me, I’ll tell the others that you’re not feeling well.” Stan nods, “Hey guys. Stan’s got a headache so we’re going to my room.” Stan follows Bill up the stairs to his room and as soon as the door is shut Bill’s lips are on Stan’s within milliseconds.

Stan’s lips are like a drug that Bill just can’t get enough of. Just as Bill pulls Stan’s shirt off and reaches for Stan’s belt buckle, Stan pulls away. “Bill, as much as I want this, can we just turn on some Netflix and cuddle, maybe make out?”

“Sounds perfect,” Bill replies. “A documentary? Or a comedy?”

“Documentary thanks, baby.” Stan crawls up beside Bill on the bed and lays down on his side resting his head on Bill’s chest and draping an arm across his stomach spread his hand on his waist. “Actually forget Netflix, let’s just stay like this.”

Bill runs his fingers aimlessly through Stan’s brunette curls, his fingers occasionally getting knotted in a few stubborn locks. Stan sighs happily and runs his hand down from Bill’s side to his thigh closest to Stan. “Stan? Can I go Ben Hanscom on you for a split second?”

“If it’s a poem, I don’t want to hear it.” Bill laughs and stops toying around with Stan’s tight brown curls.

“No no. It’s just - Even though I went out with Audra for like 6 months in freshman year of college, I did it because I wanted to get over you. I was head over heels in love with you for all of senior year in high school but I thought you didn’t like me back.”

“Okay, that was more like Richard than Ben.”

“Well, you said I couldn’t say a poem and Ben helped me write it.”

“Don’t.” 

Bill goes back to playing with Stan’s hair which ends up making Stan drift to sleep.

[spazzingcookies]

Vampire Reaper x reader

Chapter 4: can't get a break

!!!Warning, alcohol abuse in this chapter and death!!!

After that night it became hard for (y/n) to sleep. If reaper didn't want to kill her, what did he want? Romance? (Y/n) hoped not. She sighed turning over. Jack was resting in a chair by the door.

Reaper had come two days ago. Two days ago was the last time (y/n) had a full night sleep. Now she only slept maybe 3 to 4 hours a day. (Y/n) turned her head.to look out the window. She could see the morning sun coming out. Waking up the world. The birds where chirping Their morning song. If only (y/n) could enjoy them. She was so tired, but even time she closed her eyes she woke back up thinking reaper was here, but he wasn't.

(Y/n) sighed. It was a few hours till she had to get ready for work. She had started to fall asleep at work and if her now noticed, that would be just bad.

Exhaling (y/n) turned over again. Come on try and sleep. She closed her eyes, only to snap them back open and looking around. This was a thing she did. take a deep breath, close eyes, instantly panic and repeat.

(Y/n) didn't want to wake up Jack, not again. She's woken up in such terror that he had to calm her down. He wasn't the best at it, but he was learning. She would ask him to hold her for a bit to say everything is OK but that man needed his sleep too. Can't fight any vampires of your passed out.

(Y/n) rubbed her eyes. She hated this. She would sit here for hours and lose sleep. It was frustrating. With a grumble (y/n) closed her eyes again. Breath in, breath out, repeat. On her 3rd deep breath out.

Clearly she wasn't gonna go back to sleep.  Quietly she got out of bed.

It was still slightly dark, but (y/n) could tell the sun was about to peek over the Horizon. She might as well start to make breakfast. Her light foot steps could be heard as she made it to the kitchen. (Y/n) got a pan and eggs and she started to make omelettes.

The girl thought she was quiet enough, but she didn't know Jack was such a light sleeper. Looking up from her pan she heard back enter the room.

"Oh.. I'm sorry did I wake you again?"

"No, I'm just a light sleeper." He leaned on the wall as he watched. "Its a bit early to cook isn't it?"

(Y/n) was silent for a bit. What should she tell him? 'I can't sleep?'

'I got hungry?' 'Going to work early?' She opened her mouth to speak but stopped when Jack sighed.

"You can't run on 2-3 hours of sleep (y/n)..."

Hearing jack, (y/n) exhaled. He was right, and she knew he was right so why couldn't she sleep? "I know... I can't live off of coffee... And I know you and Jessie are here to help me but... " (y/n) trailed off.

"Scared? You have a right to be so." He got up walking closer. His heavy boots hinting the floor.  (Y/n) listened to them as they got closer, before stopping by her. She looked up from the pan to see jack standing right there. Carefully jack put his hand on (y/n)'s shoulder.

"Ask your boss for the day off when you can, you need to replace, calm down and sleep." Again he was right, but she also knew how getting a day off could also leave her boss in a mean bitch mood. "(Y/n)" he spoke again after she flipped the omelette with out saying anything.

"...ok." she muttered softly. This made jack smile at (y/n).

He carefully moved to the counter and filled the coffee pot with water.

"How strong do you need it for today?"

(Y/n) smiled at the sweet gesture he had made. "I'm more.of.a sweet coffee person, but I'm gonna need it.strong, can't be sleeping at work."

Jack gave a hum as he started to make the coffee. The sun is now peeking out to say good morning. (Y/n) cooked two other omelette in silence before putting them on the table. Jessie wasn't gonna be up for a bit, he was more of a heavy sleeper. Breakfast was silent and quick.

Soon (y/n) got up and got ready for work. If she was gonna ask her boss for a few days off she needed to get there early. Oh this was gonna be one he'll of a day....

Now with the sun fully up, (y/n) walked out of the house and to work. As she got to town she could tell people were already busy. With a deep breath she walked into the bar. It was closed but her boss was already here. Probably already drinking again. She took a deep breath before knocking on his door.

"Sir it's me (y/n)." Silence hit her for a bit. She was gonna knock again but the door flung open. (Y/n) bit her lip. Good god how much has he drank already? The man was leaning on the wall with a sneer.

"Your late."

"Uh... No I am early? It's 6:40, not 7:30."

The man looked at his watch and sneered. "What ever, come in and get to work--"

"Sir before I work today I wanted to--"

"Shut up!! I said get to work!!" He snapped before going back to what he was doing. Ughh h this is gonna be a day...

All throughout the day (y/n) try to get the courage to talk to her boss. At Her lunch brake she tried to talk to.him again only this time he was slumped over snoring on his desk.

"I am not waking him up..." (y/n) remembered the last employee trying to wake him. Let's just say it got violent. And the person now refuses to work here. (Y/n) wanted a new job oh so bad, but no one else was hiring with the same pay.

Sighing she went back to the bar. It was slow now. She could hear the ticking of the clock. It was soothing. Slowly (y/n)'s eye lids where getting heavy. Super heavy. She had to stay up. She couldn't let her boss see. Quickly (y/n) slapped her face. She had to stay up or else her boss will get really mad.

Hours passed. Soon it was 4:00 then 5:00, then it got to 6, and so on. It was now 8:45. It was getting dark outside. (Y/n) couldn't take it anymore. She had to sleep. No matter how hard she tried to fight it. No matter how many times she slapped her face she was falling asleep. She leaned on the counter. (Y/n) couldn't tell how long they where out. Hours? Maybe it was just a few minutes.

"Just what the fuck do you think your doing!!!" Hands slammed down on the counter, and the man slurred his words.

With a shocking gasp (y/n) jumped awake, a hand over her fast beating heart. Oh... Oh it was way past closing time. No one else was in here. "Im... I'm sorry sir I'm just--"

"Is that all you say? I'm sorry?! You where asleep on the job!!" Oh god his breath reeked of beer. Oh god he was so mad. "Why the he'll do I even pay you?!"

"Sir i-- the reason I was asleep is cuz I am having trouble--"

"I don't care what trouble you have! I don't care if it's that damn vampire that you said that attacked you! In fact I think no vampire attacked you! No one else in this town has seen a vampire for a month and you just so happen to fucking find one?? Ha!!"

(Y/n) backed up when he had hit the counter again.

"Sir--"

"No!! Shut up before I make you!!"

"But--"

"I said shut the hell up!!"

It all happened so quickly. He was so quick to anger. He was so quick. to turn to violence. He was so quick to grab (y/n) and slam her in a wall. Fear struck (y/n) as she kicked and screamed.

"Stop screaming!!" He tried to shut her up. He tried pulling her hair, stepping on her feet, anything to get her to shut up!! The more she screamed the more the drunk man got angry, and soon punched her in the face.

(Y/n) fell to the floor covering her head. Oh god she should have gotten a new job... Her nose was bleeding but that wasn't the end of it. She winced and screamed when she was kicked in the side. Oh god, was he going to kill her!! Everything went fuzzy. (Y/n)'s eyes couldn't focus. Her breathing was heavy and it hurt. Before a second kick would land on (y/n) she had suddenly heard her boss struggle for air.

(Y/n) shouldn't have looked. There in front of her was reaper. His claw digging into his neck as he dangled him in the air. He was here... He was here in town!!! Fear struck (y/n). Oh god... Oh God! Reaper slammed her boss into the floor, not once, not twice, but three times. He was enjoying this kill. It made (y/n) want to vomit. He had a dark chuckle. Reaper was gonna drink his blood.

(Y/n) had.to get put of here. She was going to be next! Struggling to get up, she started to limp to the door, only to grip her side and fall over in pain. She sat there for a bit breathing heavy. Soon the was the only thing (y/n) could hear. Her breathing. That was until there was a loud thud. The corpse of Her now ex boss hit the floor.

"I should have killed that bastard a long time ago." His dark.voice hit (y/n)'s ears, making her whimper. She was next... His loud foot steps came closer and closer before stopping right by (y/n). She was going to die.

Slowly reaper knelt down. Her eye was already swollen, along with bruises on her side. The blood from her nose was barely dripping now.

Reaper reached a claw out. This is it. This is it. He was gonna kill her!! (Y/n)'s body tensed up in fear. Waiting for more pain.

But it never came. Instead his hand moved her hair to see how bad her black eye was gonna be. He was being careful to not hurt her anymore. (Y/n) was breathing heavy but confused. Reaper leaves no survivors... so why Her? Not only once now, but multiple times.

"Oh mi amor..." He muttered. mi amor? That was Spanish. What did that mean? Mi was my, (y/n) knew that much but amor? Where did she hear that....oh god... He just said my love!!

Carefully he helped her sit up. Did... Did he fall in love with (y/n)? He was so scary the first time they meet but that would explain why he didn't kill her, why he would brake in... why he would kill her boss. He was protecting her. It may have not (y/n) like a train but she still didn't trust this vampire.

Reaper looked into (y/n)'s eyes only.to quickly shoot his head up at the door and fade to smoke as the door burst open.

"(Y/n)!!" Jessie has his gun drawn out and quickly came over. "(Y/n) hold on I'm gonna get you help! Just stay with me."

A small whimper escaped (y/n) again. She was so tired. She was in such pain. She can't keep her eyes open. Her vision started to fade. She couldn't hear so well. She got light-headed. The next thing she knew it went black.

[hay-389]

Blindspot Fanfic:

The Sun Must Rest

AN: So I currently have two Blindspot stories I’m working on, on Fanfic.net. One, which will be this one, isn’t uploaded yet. Pretty much this is the first chapter and I just wanted to see how people liked it and if they would be willing to read the story if I continue. Obviously when your reading you will notice some differences from the show. This pretty much is just a set up for later chapters, and continues into season 4 where Jane is Remi. My other story is a continuation off of the first season into the second, my own creative take. There’s only like 2 chapters right now and if you decided to check it out my account name is Hay389. You’ll also notice that it hasn’t been updated in a few months but don’t worry I’m working on it and chapters are coming very soon. Sorry for the long comment and thank you to everyone who read through it all. Hope you enjoy this, please let me know. Also sorry for any mistakes, don’t have a beta. The bold is a flashback.

The leaves on the trees are beautiful mixtures of reds, yellows, and oranges. Most though are scattered all over the ground, creating a crunching sound when anyone dares to walk through them. Their color is fading into a muddy brown, and while they aren't as pretty, the overall setting resembles a sunset. In contrast, the sun is rising in the east, a variety of pinks, purples, and blues painting the sky. The moon still hangs in the world above, but the birds are already wide awake chirping their usual morning tune. A patch of sunlight reveals itself, and Remi stands still closing her eyes, allowing the sun to soak into her skin. "Enjoying your sun bath," Roman jokes.

Remi chuckles. “Very funny. Maybe you should try it sometime, you are looking rather pale." Roman put his hand over his heart, “Ouch sis, and here I thought my tan was perfect. Say, is today the day you’re finally going to explain why you do it?"

Remi smiled at her brother, her hazel eyes boring into his bright green ones, her voice taking on a more serious tone. “You are still too young to understand, but I promise one day you will."

And as the sun sets in the west, those same beautiful oranges, yellows, and reds plastered over the sky, Roman finally understands why his sister did it. He realizes she was right, he was just a 13 year old kid looking for an answer he would have laughed at, but know as a 30 year old man currently laying up against his favorite childhood tree, holding in whatever blood hadn't already found its way out, he felt the hot rays of the sun hit his already clammy skin and heard the birds chirp their final goodbyes to the day. He somehow felt at peace. It was something that could not be put into words but had to be experienced personally, like trying your first ice cream cone or that magical first kiss. He can't count how many times his sister has done this exact same thing, but he can clearly remember the look of peace she held on her face and that makes him smile. As the years past and they grew, he used to think she forgot what that felt like, because he surely did. Not only that, she kept her promise, just like always. He used to wish for this day all the time, the one where she would provide him some stupid explanation so he could laugh, but now that it's here he doesn't mind it being the last thing that runs through his mind before death takes him. And he's sure if he strains his ears enough, positive it's not just from blood loss, he can hear his sister in the distance call out his name. Then when she appears next him pressing down on the wound he gave up on, Roman knows it’s not fake anymore. His sister Re-, no his sister Jane came back for him even after all the hell he put her through. A tear rolls down his cheek, too out of it to fully focus on what his sister is saying, as he stares at the person who wasn't his sister but is. This makes him realize he never should have given up on her, no matter if Jane remembered him or not. Then another tear slips out, as he remembers his sister isn't too off from joining him on the other side. He wishes he had known zipping her would have been lethal in the end, because he would have stopped her from taking it. Roman can't change the past though, so he prays that the team will find the clues he left behind that will lead to her cure. His sister deserves a long and fulfilling life. "Roman, stay with me." he can hear Jane plead. Roman can feel his body turning ice cold. "I'm afraid," he softly whimpers, “I don't want to die alone."

Listening to her brother whisper that finally lets the tears she has been holding back fall. "You’re not alone," Jane reassured Roman, “I’m right here." Hearing those words was all he needed. Roman felt his eyes grow heavier, and eventually it became too much and they started to flutter. He mumbled I love you, sure he didn't form coherent words, but positive he got the message across when she smiled down at him. As he took one last look at his sister, who was now holding him in her lap, he was glad she would be the last thing he saw.

When Roman's eyes didn't open, Jane knew he moved on, but she wasn't ready to let go mentally and physically. He has only been gone for a few seconds and she already mourns the lost memories she may never get back, and the new future they could have had together. At this moment she doesn't care about how he chose shepherd over her or that he made the team’s lives’ hell these past few years, she just wants her brother back. The only person who cared about her when no one else did. She's just happy that he got to spend his last moment in a place held close to both of them, instead of being left alone in some wooded area. Jane swept the little strands of hair out of his face to get one last good look at him. He might have been dead, but his face looked at peace. That's all she cared about, Roman being in a better place.

She's not sure how much longer she sat there, but it must have been a while because Kurt had practically dragged her away from the body so the coroner could take it away. "I'm sorry," he whispered soothingly, over and over again into her ear as she held him close for comfort. Jane wanted to say he wasn't sorry, because wasn't that their original plan? Take out the threat if necessary. Kurt didn't know how she felt, it wasn’t like that was Sarah currently being dragged off in a body bag, and Taylor didn't count. Sure it was a very sad and unfortunate event, but he was just a kid, and Taylor’s resting at peace herself. This though dived into much more complications. Jane knew he was just trying to be supportive so she just held on. When he winced, she knew enough was enough and he had to go to the hospital. "You have to go get that looked at."

"I'm fine," Kurt lied," I already got it bandaged up by paramedics. They told me to make sure I keep it clean and change the pads when it starts to bleed through. I just need rest. So do you."

Jane sighed not in the mood to put up a big fight. “I would rather you got checked out by a real doctor."

"Jane I promise you I am fine. Why don't we head back to the hotel and get some rest. Then if you want we can start planning for Roman’s funeral. Ok?"

"Ok." she replied.

[dacresprincess-blog]

Peculiar Stuff / Chapter 1

Summary: After the death of her brother Gabriel, Y/N is obssessed to find out the real reason why he died. Who would’ve thought that Billy Hargrove would be the one to help.  /Billy Hargrove x Reader

Chapter 1/ Resemblance: On her first day back to school she is confronted with Billy Hargrove who oddly reminds her of someone very close to her heart…

Words: 2,6k

Warnings: Angst, mention of death,insomnia,dead bodies, grammar again

A/N: Inspired by Jhene Aiko’s song New Balance and in general her movie Trip. I am so so excited for this series and I really hope you guys will enjoy it as much as I did writing it. Leave feedback and requests!! xx

Y/N never got sick which meant that she had never missed a school day, ever, except for that one time where her mom had to pick her up because she vomited on Lucy’s shoes in 5th Grade but she was in school that day, so it doesn’t really count. She would always power through and not miss anything under any circumstances but who knew that these would be the circumstances.

Y/N had been tossing and turning in her sheets the whole night, unable to sleep, maybe because she was nervous about going back to school but maybe also because she had been suffering from insomnia ever since it happened.

Her eyes were puffed, and her nose was running when she heard birds starting to chirp outside. The sun was slowly creeping up and it felt like Y/N had been awake the whole night, just staring out of the window on the empty street that was dimly lit by the almost broken street lamp.

She turns around and stares at the clock that hung above her door frame. Just staring at it not having the nerve to read it, staring at the different numbers and the lines that were slowly moving.

4:52 am, she finally figures out. “4”, she whispers silently.

 4 was his favorite number. When he was younger he used to say it was the easiest to do math with. When he became older he read more into it.

“Y/N, there are FOUR Greek elements: air, water, fire, and earth. FOUR seasons: winter, autumn, summer, and spring. FOUR directions: north, east, south, and west. A leap year occurs every FOUR years.”, he was scanning and repeating the sentences of the book that he borrowed from the library. His grin widening across his whole face, making Y/N giggle.

“Okay, Gabriel! Can you eat your food now”, she interrupted him, motioning to his plate in-front of him.

She was still giggling when he was going on about the number with a full mouth of the burnt pasta she had made but he still ate it. He always encouraged her no matter what.

 A tear silently rolls down her cheek causing her to close her eyes.

“Y/N! Where are you?” She hears him yell in a distance making her eyes shoot open only to be exposed to her room, filled with nothingness. 

Her heart starts to race followed by her hands shaking which eventually takes over her whole body. More tears stream down her face and she wipes them away with the back of her hand and then inhales deeply before letting out a shaky breath. She squeezes her eyes shut before opening them again and stares at the clock once more.

5:30 am. She decides to finally get up. Maybe a shower will help. She sluggishly forces herself to stand on her feet, flinching when she touches the cold floor. Her body was aching from the little sleep she was getting the last few weeks, but she got used to it. It was just the pain in her heart that she wasn’t getting used to.

She finally makes it to the bathroom and lets the water run hot before stepping in.

“Y/N look! “, he pointed to the sunset in the distance as they were driving back home from the movies. He loved the sun. He loved to capture it and asked Jonathan Byers to take as many pictures as he could just for him so that Gabriel could hang them in his room and in his locker.

It was the same sun that was now slowly emerging from behind the horizon and Y/N eyes were set on it, watching it.

Was he watching too?

 Y/N quickly got dressed and then decides to go downstairs and get something to eat, hearing her stomach grumble already. Y/N furrows her brows and tries to remember what she ate or even if she ate something yesterday.

An apple,she remembers. When she ran out of the house thinking she heard Gabriel’s Camaro drive down the street only to be met with the too familiar empty street and the car still covered by the black tarpaulin in the driveway. No, she didn’t eat the apple. She threw it on the ground in frustration and let out a groan before turning back and stomping inside.

Finally, she realizes she didn’t eat anything yesterday. She quickly slurps down her cereal milk after she finished eating and then gets up to drink a glass of water.

7:30 am.

Her thoughts are suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door. She puts her glass in the sink and then goes to open the door.

“Hey.” Jonathan was standing in front of her. His brown fringe covering bits of his eyes and his patterned shirt peeking out under his dark washed black denim jacket. His voice was rough, he probably didn’t sleep either considering the bags under his eyes which hung lower than usual.

She offers him a small smile, trying to hold back her tears when she sees his face. “You ready?”, he asks, and she nods quietly before grabbing her bag that she put next to the door while she was waiting for him.

 Jonathan had called her yesterday evening with a shaky voice and asked her if it was okay to come pick her up. She didn’t reply right away because she wasn’t sure if she even wanted to go to school. 

She wanted to lay under her covers and slowly melt away into nothingness but Jonathan’s voice on the other end of the speaker convinced her that maybe it was better to distract herself from it and now she was here, sitting beside him in his trusty Ford LTD.

She was familiar with the car because Jonathan was the only one Gabriel had trusted enough to drive her home from parties that she didn’t enjoy as much as Gabriel did. Music was softly playing in the background and Y/N was looking out the window, watching the trees be replaced with the brown building and the parking lot of the school filling up.

Jonathan parked the car and turned off the engine. “Y/N”, he softly says causing her to turn her head towards him. “You know my schedule. If anything happens or you just want to go home, look for me and I’ll drive you. Alright?”, he tilts his head offering her a soft smile which she returned and nodded wordlessly. 

She opens the door and inhales deeply.

School without Gabriel. She had never gone to school without Gabriel since 1st grade. He was always by her side. They weren’t just siblings, Gabriel was her best friend.

She looks over the crowds of people who were talking and laughing trying to find a familiar face, trying to find his face but she couldn’t. Everyone she looked at, looked unfamiliar. Everyone she looked at, looked different.

The whole vibe was different than before. As much as he loved the sun Gabriel himself was always referred to as happiness in person. He was friends with everyone and everyone knew him and greeted him when he walked through the hallways of the school. But now everyone noticed that he was gone, and it didn’t make Y/N’s life any easier.

She walks towards the entrance with Jonathan by her side. Her backpack slipped on one of her shoulders, gripping tightly at the strap. She was met by empathetic faces and sorrowful smiles till she made her way to her locker. It frustrated her.

They didn’t know how he had died. They think it was an accident. He had gotten too drunk and walked off the cliff that leads straight into the lake.

At least that’s what they had told Y/N, but she didn’t believe a word that left the white-haired men’s mouth that sat in front of them, after they had shown her and her mother Gabriel’s body, laying on a silver metal table, through a glass window.

Gabriel would never get that drunk. He could hold his liquor, he wasn’t Keg King for nothing.

The body they showed wasn’t him. It didn’t look like him and something was off about the way the man spoke about Gabriel. Y/N was watching him and counting along in her head as he wasn’t blinking for a minute straight. His movements were picked out very precisely. It was as if he had read a thousand books on how to show human condolences but still, he didn’t know how to portray it well enough.

 Y/N retrieves her books for her first period and shuts the metal door. She starts making her way to class when she suddenly spots brownish curls through the crowded hallway. The same unique brown tone he had. Y/N would always get jealous of him because his hair color would lighten with the sunlight and darken with the moonlight.

“It would look so much better on me anyways.”, she always used to say.

She narrows her brows and squints her eyes trying to see clearer. Mumbling a “see you later” to Jonathan before she follows the brown locks through the hallway.

The head was moving away but fortunately, the people behind him were too. One by one everyone made their way aside, parting as if they knew that Y/N was coming.

Y/N could see that the head was connected to a pair of broad shoulders which were hugged by a denim jacket that looked too familiar. Y/N’s heart started to race as she picked up her speed, carrying herself towards the boy. He was walking with his head up high and his shoulders back relaxed. Y/N swallows and her palms began to sweat. To the light washed denim jacket he was wearing a pair of matching jeans.

Y/N’s eyes became watery as she kept following him. His hands were moving to his sides and Y/N’s eyes caught how his thumb moved over his index finger then over his middle finger, cracking them one by one. She hears the cracks echoing in her ears and she has no doubt anymore. It had to be him.

How could he come back and not tell her? A tear left her eye which she quickly wept away and picked up her pace, now running towards the boy.

“GABRIEL!”, she yells out, not getting any reaction from the boy in front of her. “GABRIEL! Wait!!”, she yells out again before she finally reaches the boy, grabbing his shoulder. Her hands were shaking uncontrollably when the boy turned around. “Gabriel? “, she whispers breathlessly as she was confronted with an unknown face looking down at her.

Her heart skips a beat and her eyes widen as she is slammed back into the harshness of reality.

“Oh…I-I´m so so sorry “, she manages to get out and looks down at the ground, then quickly looks up to wipe away another tear. The boy just stood there confused, his brows narrowed, waiting for her to continue to speak. “I thought you were…”, she takes a deep breath before choosing her next sentence. “I thought you were somebody else. I’m sorry.” She offers him a half-hearted smile and sniffs while fidgeting with the ring on her thumb.

She quickly turns around and disappears into her classroom, leaving the boy standing in the hallway just as confused as before.

Fortunately for Y/N, she hadn’t seen the boy that she had the awkward encounter with for the whole day and she was getting through the day without any major breakdowns with the exception this morning. She made it through her last period and then walks to her locker, emptying out her backpack and taking the books, she would need for her homework.

“Ready?”, a familiar voice comes up behind her. She closes her locker door and turns to meet Jonathan’s pair of brown eyes. She hums and starts to walk beside him, making their way outside. Jonathan was telling about his day when Y/N’s eyes suddenly land on a familiar pair of headlights of a car, making her stop in her tracks.

She shakes her head and squeezes her eyes shut, thinking that she was probably hallucinating just like she was this morning. She opens her eyes, but it was still there. A light blue Camaro parked selfishly taking up two parking spots. Her heart rate increases again.

“Everything okay?”, Jonathan’s voice snaps her out of her thoughts. She hums before answering. “Yeah.” But her eyes didn’t leave the Camaro which Jonathan notices and then follows her gaze.

He sighs deeply once he realizes what was going on. “G ‘s black one is so much better, right?”, he says softly trying to gain a chuckle from her. She doesn’t answer and starts to walk towards it, forcing Jonathan to do a little jump to catch up with her.

Someone was playing mind games with her and she wasn’t having it. 

She was never big on cars, but she knew that it was exactly the same model as his, even though she hadn’t seen Gabriel’s since her parents decided to put that ugly tarpaulin on it. She was now standing in front of the blue car and didn’t hesitate to touch it. 

“Y/N”, Jonathan starts to speak looking across the parking lot visibly nervous. “I don’t think you should…”, he tries to add before he is interrupted by her shushing him and holding her index finger of her left hand up.

She crouches down and follows along the paint of the car trying to find that one dent she had put in when Gabriel first got his car and decided to teach his younger sister how to drive it. She had hit the side of the car on the garage wall as it stalled when she turned the key in the ignition causing Gabriel to burst out into laughter while she was apologizing to him with teary eyes.

It wasn’t there, she was furious. Someone had taken her brothers car, repaired and repainted it.

“It’s a pretty car, I know. But could you kindly take your hands off it”, a deep voice remarks. Y/N’s gaze looks up to meet the same face she had seen this morning. 

The boy had put a cigarette in his mouth and was now trying to light it, holding a hand up to the flame to block out the wind. Her hand didn’t leave the car while she watches him as he took his first drag blowing a smoke cloud into the air which disappeared quickly the wind pulling it away.

“Sorry Billy.“, Jonathan manages to say, pressing his lips together and then grabs Y/N’s arm to pull her away from the car. “Come on Y/N.”, Jonathan whispers into her ear and yanks her away causing her to walk backwards. Y/N’s eyes were still locked on the boys who took another drag from his cigarette and then crossed his arms over his body, watching both of them leave.

“Wait!”, the boy suddenly speaks up causing Jonathan to stop dragging Y/N and turn around. The boy takes a few steps forward and comes to a halt in front of them.

“You know…if you want to take a ride in it. You just have to ask ,doll.”, he states before letting out another smoke cloud then running his tongue across his lower lip before smirking. 

Y/N’s heart sinks as she watches him, it was as if Gabriel was standing right in front of her. She had never met anyone that would run his tongue over his lower lip,apart from Gabriel. It was G’s thing and he would annoy Y/N with it anytime she was angry with him.

The boy in front of her puts his cigarette into his mouth letting it hang from the corner of his lip before extending his right arm to her, holding his hand open for her to shake it. Y/N mirrors his action and meets his hand with hers, he puts his left hand on top of hers and shakes her hand softly.

“I’m Billy. Billy Hargrove.”

“Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N”

[itshaejinju]

Ravus Nox Fleuret’s Daily Routine Headcanon

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5 Minutes before First Alarm: 4:55 AM

“Why am I awake before my alarm, again? Can I close my eyes for five minutes and sleep just for that? - Yes.”

5:00 alarm is blaring in his ear out like light does not hear it until it goes off after fifteen minutes of horrid alarms buzzing.

Dreams of Ardyn being pecked at by angry white chocobos.

6:00 the Legit Wake Up Alarm

“Fuck, so much for actually doing something this morning.”

If he wakes up by 5 AM he practices writing haiku they are amateur in his mind but if Lunafreya gets a hold of them she is posting them everywhere she has even sent them with Umbra to Noctis. (Though Noctis often thinks they are something she wrote despite she mentions it does belong to Ravus, she’s just proud of her brother’s talent.) The haiku are generally about dreams from the night before or if the birds outside his window he writes about them.

They chirp so loudly now

waking me from my deep sleep

It is pleasant though

His metabolism is high so he has to eat often so there are morning snacks to get him fully out of bed. Butterscotch is the candy of choice for getting him out of bed, a gob of three of them in his mouth.

6:10 AM – Showering

Showering takes way too much time for him now they use to be several minutes long but now it’s almost forty five minutes. He only uses certain hair products made by a old lady from Tennebrae that a “friend” of his suggested to him one day in passing after noticing his hair was not as luxurious as it should be. Showering with one arm is a challenge it takes some serious planning and skill, some days it’s too much and he will just “Whore Bath” it and clean up with a wet sponge and wash his hair in the sink. (Those days he’s generally a bit grouchier as he doesn’t feel as clean.) Ravus has fallen many times in the bathtub trying to reach out for a railing on the arm that isn’t currently attached. He’s pretty sure he’s given himself a concussion several times. The boy has dropped the soap and bottles of shampoo many times, he berates himself often for him so hearing him shower tends to be rather prolific.

“Damn twats making these bottles so slippery who hasn’t heard of ergonomic bottles?”

When he gets out of the shower he looks like a drowned cat it’s rather cute, specially if he has the towel just wrapped around his waist and he’s attempting to comb his hair. After drying his hair it is a complete afro look, all tangled and looking cute.

6:55 AM – Dressing

Dressing is easy for Ravus he has a uniform to adhere to so it’s simple. Though if he’s not working for the day, which is rare he has a small selection of very fine taste clothing. Well fitting three piece suits, to wear outside the house. Inside the house it’s slightly different though only a few have seen these pieces of attire it consists of sweatpants and tank tops, hoodies as well with the arm ripped off to accommodate his Magitek arm. He ripped his favorite hoodie when he first put it on with the Magitek arm, it was not his finest moment in history. The words that flew from his mouth would surprise the foulest of mouths. He ended up sitting on the bedroom floor for several hours plucking at threads stuck in the plates of the Magitek arm.

7:30 AM – Glorious Coffee and Food

One cup of coffee in the morning and the rest of the day it is tea, it’s a personal store of coffee beans he has no one is allowed to use it. Lunafreya doesn’t even dare to touch it. He has a very well loved coffee maker, he grinds the beans himself and tamps the grounds to get the perfect flavor profile. There is no such thing as those flavored creamers in his fridge it’s just straight up half and half milk and a bit of sugar. Coffee is one of the things Ravus does not like sweet. Though the french toast, with whipped cream and powdered sugar on the other hand needs to be sweet with strawberries on top. Ravus cooks breakfast don’t ask him to make any other meals he will fail at it or just plain deny he knows the difference between a tablespoon and a teaspoon. Breakfast is eaten in silence as he reads over the morning news that he gets delivered to first before anyone else there is fresh flowers on the table as well from the local flower shop run by a pretty lady with beautiful black hair and silver-blue streak of hair crossing over her eyes.

8:00 AM – Dealing with that one Twat (aka work)

Work is spent keeping up the personal wall of “leave me the fuck alone”. Frequent breaks are taken to massage his shoulder that aches with a lot of pain on days that is really cold or rainy. He doesn’t like to depend on pain killers or potions to take away the pain as they make him rather loopy and sleepy. He goes for the massages and yoga poses to help with the pains he will lock his office door and pull off the long jacket and do yoga. (Ardyn has photos of him doing the warrior pose and dolphin pose.) Many snacks are in his pockets for sating his high metabolism, hard candies, the strawberry flavored ones are his favorites. (Lunafreya LIVES for the sour candies.)

“I swear if I fine a sour apple gummy…”

“There is more Chocobos in my office?”

“I will do the Thing when I feel like it.”

“More paper work? She stole how many hi-potions this time around?”

?? PM

Upon returning home Ravus is one to change clothes first get out of the jacket and the uniform. ONCE he is comfortable, it goes to dealing with dinner. If he’s feeling brave he will cook dinner but it’s not often as he is way too tired to do so most often. The maid generally has it made for him, she is not seen very often and Ravus likes it that way it’s not like he’s mean to her it’s just easier that way. His privacy is very important to him, hiring the maid was one of the highest importance to him she had to be very special. He really likes his alone time. Guilty pleasure binge watches t.v and eats his dinner sitting cross legged on the couch staring avidly at the screen so in tuned with the show. Has a weakness for comedies though one would never know unless you were quoting it wrong and he snidely corrects you, a glint in his hetero-chromatic eyes.

Reads the text messages Lunafreya sends him through the day finally as he’s bringing dishes to the sink doesn’t always reply but loves seeing her random pictures of things she finds on her adventures dealing with the Astrals. Totally does a face mask before bed, brushes his teeth and gets into sleep pants, doesn’t sleep in a shirt any longer due to the Magitek arm just so annoying. Takes all the medicines supplied to him before bed as they make him loopy and feel gross he just takes them at night, they are to help with the “fusion of the Magitek arm” or some shit the doctors told him.

“Damn Anak sized pills, there is no one that could swallow these without gagging.”

Grumbles each night before taking them, drinks a bottle of water to down them, coughing a little as the pills go down roughly. Ardyn and Aranea tease him for his inability to swallow pills without coughing, whenever he forgets to take one before bed and regrettably has to take them in the morning.

Sleep is not easy, he would love to say the second his head hits the fluffy pillows he’s out like a light. But he spends most of the time reviewing what had happened during the day that he wished he had said or done. Sleeps with a stuffed Moogle that Lunafreya got him, it is always snuggled up close to him alongside his body pillow that is pinned between his knees and arms to help with his back. Once he is asleep though he is out he is snoring, it is small little snores that Ardyn and Lunafreya will say is super adorable. He denies it at all costs.

“I do not snore only plebeians snore!”

Sorry Ravus anyone can snore~.

He has a lot of nightmares which makes sleeping hard but the medication helps make them a little less bothersome as he doesn’t always remember them in the morning.

[frostysheepdoodle]

Honestly can you just answer every ask in that last ask post you reblogged?

1: Golden mornings or peachy sunsets?Ooo, peachy sunsets; i love the wonderous colors of both, but i'm usually awake by sunset to see it.

2: Sugar cones or waffle cones?Waffles

3: Do you wear scarves often? do you have a favorite?I love scarves! But their only comfortable in winter and I love to wrap most of my face in one, but some teachers at the school don't like it when i wear it like that.

4: How long do you lay in bed before you finally get up?An hour maximum.

5: Is there a food you’ve never had but always wanted to try?There's probably a really weird sea food dish out there that i would want to try in a heart beat. 

6: What does your umbrella look like?Puffy, blonde, and it's on my head.

7: Do you listen to ASMR?no

8: Rain storms or a light drizzle?It's cool to see rain storms, not be in one...so light drizzle.

9: What’s a little thing in life that you love? a pusheen plush

10: Favorite color aesthetic?Warm colors

11: Wobbly lines or using a ruler?using a ruler

12:  Bright colorful living room or neutral cozy living room?neutral and cozy, or like a log cabin

13: Do you have any candles? what scents are they?i don't have any candles

14: Have you ever rode a horse?i am a horse

15: Do you have glasses? nope

16: What’s a language you’d like to speak?all of them, i'm learning french now, but i really want to learn german or dutch next

17: What’s your favorite season and favorite month in that season?January in winter

18: Do you have a favorite pair of socks?yes,

19: Favorite Ghibli and/or disney movieGhibli : Spirited Away, i haven't seen enough Disney: Incredibles or Monsters Inc.

20: Disney, Dreamworks, or Pixar?Pixar

21: What snacks do you usually get at the theater?Popcorn, and i always eat wway too much

22: What’s an underrated video game/ movie/ show you love and think it needs more recognition?Pikmin, and National Treasure. 

23: Would you fill your house with plants if you had a green thumb?Possibly...

24: All plants are great but do you have a favorite?Not really,  

25: Do you have a favorite type of art style? (eg: soft looking, no to little color, sketches, crisp and clean, minimalist, pixel art etc.)I love pencil sketches, and i love art that has something like a stylized paint stroke...if that makes sense.

26: What would you do if someone gave you flowers? Smile really wide and hug them.  

27: Do you like nicknames?

Yes, i mean i call my friend T-bone all the time, or when i'm mad with him dick weed.

28: Do you still watch shows you watched when you were a kid? even from time to time?From time to time, yeah.

29: Do you still like old memes? (tell the truth)Yes, I crave spicy old memes.  

30: Favorite Halloween costume you dressed up as? (if you don’t celebrate halloween have you ever cosplayed or would you like to? who did you cosplay as?) I dressed up as Kaneki from Tokyo Ghoul one year and i loved it.

31:  Are you a fashionable person? When i feel like it.

32: Do you like watching holiday movies? Yes, especially the christmas films and specials on tv.

33:  Cookies or brownies?cookies.

34: Do you blow in the cold air just to see your breath?all the time

35: Do you find the crickets chirping outside your window relaxing? I barely notice it, but yeah

36: Do you like cobblestone streets? They look really neat, but they kill my feet after walking a few miles on them.

37:  How often do you doodle? When i'm bored during class, which is somewhat often.

38: When was the last time you blew bubbles?40 minutes ago, in the shower lol

39: What’s your favorite random piece of decor in your house and room?I have a huge triforce painted on the wall in my room, i was a huge Legend of Zelda nerd when i was six.

40: Do you bite your fingernails off or clip them more often?bite,

41: Any birthmarks?nope,

42: Thoughts on freckles?They're great

43: First video game you ever played?um, i think it was sonic heroes on the gamecube...or some spiderman game.

44: what type of bird do you hear most often outside your door?birds,

45: Do you use gifs/ memes a lot when replying to people?When the opportunity opens, i will strike.

46: Thoughts on spring? Too rainy, too early for heat

47: Ideal temperature outside?68°

48: Cloudy, partly cloudy, or clear skies?partly cloudy, it's lovely to watch the clouds move. 

49: How often do you hear airplanes outside?A lot, i live a short run from an airport.

50: Do you enjoy windy days?I like a breeze, but not 30 mile per hour winds that knock down trees and turns your umbrella inside out.