#totally picked a random gif idk what it is

[weebsinstash]

Sitting here watching that clip of Valentino with that demon girl going "you're gorgeous! Do you need a job? 🥰" and started thinking of Val either intentionally or unintentionally making Reader feel massively insecure and ugly and Val using that to manipulate them

I've mentioned "oh what if your job is serving him drinks at his club" but what if he also starts dragging you along when he goes out like some kind of weird PA. Like he's just throwing random bills at you that he clearly isn't counting like it's pocket change in a very "yeah sure whatever just do it bitch" kind of way so you put up with it, it's good income, but it's still... WEIRD. He's going to get his antenna done at the salon, and you're like. Having to STAND THERE beside his chair, you're not even in the lobby waiting room, you've gotta be WITH HIM, and you just get all these windows into his cunty personality where he's spoiled and mean to service workers and is a total fucking diva and it's extremely off-putting I'm sure

He's in a night club hitting on people whose bodies are absolutely insane like I'm talking GYATT city, ass and titties, you've got twunks and you've got hunks, and you're like, in sneakers, off to the side, head down playing games on your phone since you can't even put earbuds in because you unfortunately have to keep an ear open since he'll order YOU to bring drinks, not just for him, but for these complete strangers who don't even work for him too, AND he'll let them be fucking mean to you. You bring some bubble butt twink who's on Val's arm the daiquiri he asked for and he gives you a very clear look up and down before laughing, cuddling up to Val, "yeah I can SEE you need new employees 😋" and they all laugh Including Fucking Valentino

I dunno, I'm on the fence. It really changes with the story. You get the yandere who are obsessive but more abusive-adjacent and then you have the more true-blooded kind that won't accept any slander of you at all. Like can you imagine Valentino's smile just dropping off his face because some chick like, tells you you have cellulite or even something MILD like your mascara is bad or idk what are, male insults.... you have a flat ass??? And Valentino just instantly shoves them away "okay you're done bye, let the door hit you on the way out 🤭"

But today we're talking about angst and feeling fucking miserable so. Over time it just, makes you feel so horrible about yourself to go to these nightclubs. It isn't even about fucking Valentino, it's about how you're sitting here watching everyone EXCEPT YOU receive all this fawning and compliments and attention, even if Val is faking some of it just to lure in more workers. You see a girl who has the perfect skin and you run fingers over an ice pick scar on your cheek, male reader sees a guy who's tall but muscular with nice facial hair and you feel your own baby face and smaller build, there are people thinner than you, curvier than you, stronger than you, smarter than you, and you watch all of them get called gorgeous and beautiful and handsome and sexy and you're just the fucking dweeb who gets teased, mocked, BULLIED

One night Valentino is sitting there talking to another girl, "oh my gosh, honey, I would TOTALLY do body shots off of you. Hey, can we get some shots over here? .... helllooooo, I SAID can we get some shots? ...bitch if you make me repeat myself again--" and he looks over and you're not even there. It's like ice. Suddenly without warning you're not there and he doesn't know what to do because you're ALWAYS there and whenever you're not it's because he LETS YOU leave??? Like??? He's immediately standing up even if it knocks away the people hanging off of him and he's looking around, "you BETTER be in the fucking bathroom--"

And over the crowd of people he sees you on the opposite end of the club, as if you were actively trying to put as much distance between you two as possible, and you're with a guy, some big furry monster boy, and you laugh with a big smile and Valentino GRINDS his teeth as he realizes it's been ages since you laughed around him, let alone at anything HE'S said, and you're actually drinking with this guy where you would always be way too stiff and cautious around Val (although he also really wouldn't let you drink anyways, being more of a waiter when you're 'on the clock')

Obsessed with the idea of Val making Reader carry around combs and brushes to comb his antenna/fur and Val sees you using them on another guy. like I think he'd go absolutely violently fucking crazy honestly because 1. Those are HIS and he is a bougie Gucci material man like those are high quality things being used on some RANDO 2. Those are for HIM, you're using them on someone ELSE 3. The person using them on someone else is YOU, YOU'RE brushing another man, YOU'RE cuddling another man like some kind of UNGRATEFUL WHORE--

When I say you suddenly look up and you're being GRABBED, HAULED UP to your feet by your arm, grip on you so tight it's ready to fucking bruise, and Val just shoots this guy in the head, like cartoonishly powerful gun just splatters the dudes head from what should have been just a single bullet hole I'm sure. You're like vaguely traumatized and trying to tell yourself the man will regenerate and be fine but now Valentino's got a gun in his hand and he's furious and you just start CRYING. He doesn't even CARE about the people he was flirting with anymore, if he has any employees in the club with him he doesn't even call out that it's time to go, he just starts DRAGGING YOU to the limo and will just LEAVE EVERYONE there because he's in such a rage, also, have you guys seen the posts where people point out there are moth squeaking effects when he speaks sometimes. So he's just fucking mad, voice cracking, shouting, squeaking, and i think it'd be funny if he spends like 15 minutes screaming about THE GUY while he has you like all but glued to his lap on the ride home and doesn't say a single thing about what you did. Just manic ranting on his phone as he HAS to call Vox, "oh my god you wouldn't FUCKING BELIEVE what this piece of shit did in front of me, the ugliest fucking guy I've ever seen was--" and you're like trembling wondering when he's going to pivot and realize like, you were also. Intentionally willingly sitting with that guy.

But he doesn't even like. Acknowledge it that way. He just keeps ranting about the guy touching something that doesn't belong to him, he's gotta replace all his fucking combs now, oh my GOD Vox like SERIOUSLY-- and then it's probably Vox that's like, with a disinterested voice, "sooooo.... WHICH whore did this happen to again???" And Valentino without hesitating just straight up says your name, "the nerdy one, you KNOW which one I'm talking about"

And that's when you just start to blubber cause you're tired and you're tipsy and you're mentally worn down, "oh OF COURSE I'm 'the nerdy one'!! You drag me all over the fucking place and I never get any time to myself and I have to WATCH everyone ELSE have fun, and when I finally find someone who calls ME cute, calls ME pretty, you fucking SHOOT HIM!" and you're just, face in your hands crying and you can't see it as Valentino GRINS like some fucking MONSTER because, "Aw, pobrecita, is that what this is about? You're lonely? ❤️w❤️"

And you're just mad and crying and pouting and you're telling him to go fuck himself and actually starting to get a little mouthy and have an attitude with him and he doesn't even care because how upset you're getting is going right to his head. even if you don't want to, you're jealous of him giving other people attention instead of you, and now he's watching you get all upset and sniffly over it and he's so full of himself, this makes him feel so powerful that he's reduced you to this insecure bawling state, and he's rubbing your shoulders, "awwww, don't cry mami, you should've told me you were wanting some 'attention'"

At this point you could be literally slapping his hands away but he's gonna keep pulling you close to him on purpose and NOW, now he's laying on all the fucking compliments, stroking the tops of your thighs. He knows exactly what scent you're using in your hair. Oh, you're wearing the nail polish you bought during one of your first months here; he's always liked this color on you. He's commenting and bringing up things you didn't expect him to notice let alone remember about you and... you're just so weak to it.... you're lonely... and he's here... and maybe it's the smoke or his cologne or what but he smells so good, he's so close, your head feels a little funny--

The rest of your night blurs together after that, but when you wake up, you're not at your place, or the studio, or anywhere you mildly recognize. You're in a bed way too big for someone your size, and you're especially not used to SOMEONE ELSE BEING IN IT WITH YOU. Val just has you caged in all of his arms and is passed out drooling in a post alcohol, post drug, post fuckathon coma, and you can FEEL in your muscles and in your body that you two were up to some wiiiiiild shit together.

IF you may manage to sneak out of V Tower without being stopped or caught, it won't make hin suddenly forget all the things you told him, or him now knowing how it feels to have your hands on his body, or how it looks to have your big sad wet eyes looking up at him and then sparkling with one of his compliments. Usually he WANTS bitches to be gone when he wakes up but, this time? When those eyes open and you're not there? Instantly feeling rejected, mad, irritated, he can't exactly identify why, he's just MAD you ran off without telling him and he's instantly blowing up your line to figure out where you are, and now you have become a recipient of The Voice-mails

"Heeeeeeey, baby, so, it's so funny but I just woke up and I can't find you in the tower? Did you run off to get breakfast somewhere? You KNOW you shouldn't run off without telling me first; I need you to come on back here ❤️"

"-- so answer your phone you fucking SLUT!! You better not be with another fucking guy, or I swear to fucking GOD--"

"--It just stresses me out that there are so many different kinds of people down here, I worry someone might hurt you, amorcito. I can't help protect you if I'm not there, soooooo, why don't you just, tell me where you are--"

"Is this fucking funny for you, you cunt?! You get all worked up about how PATHETIC AND SAD you are and then leave me? Leave ME? ME?! You're LUCKY i even TOUCHED YOU AT ALL--"

"Heeeeeeey, oh my gosh so this is so funny ummmm, Vox just let me know that Velvette borrowed you for something, soooooooooo, please don't listen to any of those other voicemails, ok? You know how CRAZY you make me, right? Don't forget you have a shift tonight, and if you even think about not showing up, I have some hellhounds that know your scent already and they'll drag you back here by your hair, sooooo, see you later love you byeeeeee ❤️"

[riordanness]

enchanté — [n.sheff]

wordcount: 1.2K

warnings: none

requested: no

tags: @honey-ambrosia my wife <33 (send her love or else)

a/n: idk?? i just had a random idea while watching this movie for the first time so enjoy i guess. nic is defo ooc, doesn’t do drugs in this fic either, and i know basically none of the movie plot yet. feel free to request nic sheff fics tho! <3

“Nice to meet you.” I smile; and shake my new roommate's hand. He seems nice enough, with pretty green eyes and curly brown hair.

He smiles back, then heads into our dorm room. I turn back to my conversation with the other girls in our hallway. Turns out there wasn’t an even number of girls or boys this year, so I got shoved into a dorm room with a guy. Not that that’s the worst thing that could’ve happened to me; he’s kinda cute.

One of the other new girls, I think she said her name was Alexa, nudges me. “Damn, I wish I was the not-so-unlucky girl stuck with a boy. He is hot.”

I shrug. “He’s not bad. He’s probably got a girlfriend though. Or he’s gay.” I nudge her back. “Doesn’t matter that much; he’s probably the kind of guy who spends all his time not in his dorm room. More time alone for me.”

I say goodbye and turn towards my bedroom door. I stop just before it, though, when I hear voices.

“Yeah, she seems nice, she’s just in the hall,” I hear my roommate say. I’m not entirely sure who he’s talking to, but then another person speaks, a much older man, and I remember his father is here.

“I feel for you though…” His father laughs, and I hear the sound of cds clacking together, and I realise that they’re my cds.

I internally cringe. Why did I decide to set up my cds? My roommate definitely thinks I’m a total loser freak now. I visualise my collection. Taylor Swift, Olivia Rodrigo, Chase Atlantic, Melanie Martinez, Joshua Bassett, and the Chainsmokers. Pretty much screams ‘basic white girl’ doesn’t it?

I knock on the doorframe, stepping into view. “Hey,” I say, waving a little at his father. “Nice to meet you.”

My roommate’s father hastily shoves my cds back onto my desk. “You too. I’m Nic’s father.” He stands and offers me his hand. I shake it, offering a smile.

“Well…” Nic’s father pats his pockets. “I’d best be going.” He gives his son a hug, who stands and grips his father tightly.

I feel awkward, like I’m interrupting something.

“Everything,” Nic whispers.

“Everything.”

Though I have no idea what that means, I think it’s adorable.

His father leaves, and the two of us stand for a moment. Then I drop my bag on the floor next to my bed and flop myself onto it.

“What’s your name?” Nic asks quietly. “I’m Nic.”

I prop myself up on one elbow. “I know. I’m y/n.”

He nods. “Cool.”

There’s silence for a couple more seconds, more than feels comfortable.

I blow out my breath. “My friend thinks you’re cute.”

He laughs in surprise. “Is that a pick-up line?”

“No.” I glance at him. “She literally does think that.”

“Okay.” Another pause. “My dad thinks your music taste sucks.”

I glance over at my cd collection, which is now in an unorganised pile on my desk, compliments to Nic’s father. “Mm.”

“It’s not bad, though,” he offers. “I love Chase Atlantic.”

I raise an eyebrow, and meet his eyes. “Oh yeah?”

“Mhmmm. Vibes, Into It, Friends, Meddle About, CALL ME BACK, Church, some of my favourite songs ever.”

I make an impressed face. “Okay, okay. I’ll accept that.”

“The other stuff though?” He makes a face. “Taylor Swift? Really?”

I sit up. “Yes. Taylor Swift really.” I grab my notebook out of my bag and relax onto my pillows. “Now shh while I write this idea down.”

He suddenly looks interested. “You write?”

“Duh.”

“No, no,” he tries to backtrack. “I mean, I write too. That’s why I’m here. To study writing.”

I look at him over the top of my notebook. “You? A writer?” i don’t mean to sound incredulous, but I probably do.

He nods sincerely. “I love to write. What kind of things do you write?”

“Umm…” I stare up at the ceiling. “All kinds. Poetry, fiction, lyrics, fanfiction, essays, critiques, anything really. I just love anything to do with words and writing.” I swing my legs over the side of my bed, facing him. “What about you?”

“Me too. Anything.”

I nod. “Can I read something of yours sometime?”

He shoots me a crooked smile. “Only if I can read yours.”

“Deal.”

We shake hands, and I’d be lying if I said my heart didn’t flutter a little.

It’s been six weeks of sharing a dorm with Nic Sheff, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love every second.

Turns out, he’s amazing. At like, everything. His writing is incredible, at least the little I’ve seen so far. He can skateboard like nobody’s business. He can sing, speak French, and apparently, braid hair. (I know from experience, trust me on this).

“Hey, tresses,” Nic says, throwing his backpack on the floor, and himself on my bed.

I was at my desk, trying to study. “Hey,” I reply absentmindedly.

“You got class this afternoon?” he asks.

“Mhm.”

“Same one as me?”

“Probably.”

“Y/n…” he whines, picking up my Spider-Man squishmallow and throwing it at me. “Pay attention to me.”

I glance up. “What?”

“Do you have the poetry class in twenty minutes? The one we both take?” He asks the question slowly.

I read my timetable quickly. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

“Okay. Let’s go then, it’s a bit of a walk and we do not want to be late.”

I shut my laptop. “Fine. Let’s go then.”

He jokingly offers me his arm, and instead of taking it like a lady, I hit him. “Ow, y/n!” he complains.

I giggle. “Come on, Nic. We don’t wanna be late.” I mimic his earlier words.

He rolls his eyes. “You’re awful, tresses.”

“You love me.”

He doesn’t reply to that.

“Alright, Mr Steff, would you like to read your poem aloud now?” Mr Day asks the boy.

Nic glances nervously at me, for some reason, then stands as he nods at our teacher. “Yes, sir.”

He unfolds a crumpled piece of paper, clears his throat, and licks his lips in the cute way he always does when he’s worried or nervous.

“Mon amour,

Oh, how I adore you.

The way you make me feel, my love,

it’s like I’d give anything for one of your smiles.

The fact that I can’t say ‘je vous aime’,

well, ça me tue à l’intérieur.

j’ai été enchanté de te rencontrer,

mon amour.

je pense que tu es á ma place.

Mon amour,

Oh, how I adore you.

Je vous aime.”

A brief silence follows Nic’s poem, then a round of applause, louder than any I’d heard here before.

He looks at me, and for a split second I don’t know why. Then it clicks.

“Me?” I ask weakly. “You wrote that… for me?”

He smiles shyly. “I love you.”

The whole class cheers, and we get another round of applause.

My mouth is open, and my heart is racing, but I know I want to say it too. But for some reason, when I open my mouth, the words won’t come out. So I do the only other thing I can think of.

I stand up, grab Nic by the collar, and pull him into a kiss.

The cheering gets a whole lot louder after that.

translation:

“My love,

Oh, how I adore you.

The way you make me feel, my love,

it’s like I’d give anything for one of your smiles.

The fact that I can’t say ‘I love you’,

Well, it kills me inside.

I was enchanted to meet you,

my love.

I think you belong with me.

My love,

Oh, how I adore you.

I love you.”

[bitchface24-7]

A small idea that popped into my brain 💡

This is totally random but I would love to read a Jason Todd fic a la John Wick style. Everything is still the same (relatively)

Jason is adopted by Bruce the same way (stealing the batmobile tires)

Jason becomes Robin

He’s great at it! He’s happy, kind, and a great relief to see for the citizens of Gotham

He and Dick eventually get around to having a lukewarm brotherly relationship

He still gets murdered by the Joker and somehow miraculously wakes up 6 months later in his grave (somehow. That’s up to you)

Here’s where it differs: More below ⬇️

The League of Assassin’s still picks him up and Talia trains him, eventually becoming like a mom to him

and he is a brother to Damian

Jason subsequently gets sent on missions, The Continental Hotels are run by the LoA

Due to his extensive training with both Bruce and Talia, Jason is quite a formidable enemy; even more so since the Pit fixed his years of malnutrition

He’s efficient. So efficient that he’s made quite the reputation.

Like in the first John Wick film (all the films tbh), the antagonist goes to his son,

“I don’t care about what you did, son. I care about who you did it to.”

“Who? That fuckin’ nobody?”

“That. Fuckin. Nobody. Is John Wick Jason al Ghul.”

The “Pit Madness” is barely there, only flaring up when Jason is under extreme duress (such as rage or heavy fear)

Due to this reputation, Jason has no trouble overtaking the crime syndicates in Gotham. We saw how effective he was in UtRH (I did this in two hours. Wanna see what I can do in a whole evening?) imagine him now a la John Wick. Unstoppable.

He went back to Gotham both to kill the Joker but to make sure Damian was okay

Jason holds resentment towards the rest of his family (excluding Alfred) to him, his death was meaningless. Jokers still alive hurting people, there’s a new Robin.

The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different outcome. Jason is going to change that.

Jason doesn’t attack Tim. He’s just a kid, a teenager. His anger is more directed towards Bruce (“You’re not my son. I don’t need your teenage rebellion.” and the fact it seems he so easily replaced him.), Dick (why does Tim get to be Dick’s brother but not Jason? What’s so bad about him?) and even Barbara when she resented him for replacing Dick as Robin. Misdirecting her anger into a kid rather than Bruce.

Damian is proud to call Jason his brother and only addresses him with the al Ghul surname. Not Todd. Not Wayne. Not Todd-Wayne. al Ghul. Jason is an al Ghul down to his bone marrow, he gets affectionately called Ahki (brother)

This makes the rest of the fam stir crazy. Who is he? Is he Bruce’s kid? What’s his goal, his plan? Why’s he in Gotham now?

Dun Dun DUNNNNN There’s an identity reveal

Idk what else to add but I’d DIE to have a fic with this concept. I love Jason so much. Especially all the Jason and Damian meet in the League fics on AO3.

If anyone wants to write this, tag me!!! Please! My AO3 handle is queenie__v. Just give me credit for the premise and I’ll devour the fic you write like it’s ambrosia from the gods. Ps. Please give Jason the white patch in his hair, thanks ❤️

Xoxo love y’all!

[the-s1lly-corner]

Random Caine x reader hcs!

too tired to really work on requests + idk if its from people being weird or people just being.. eh... but im kind of not motivated to answer them. idk if im being sensitive or dumb but some people really be in here just jumping into it like?? no hello? nothing? like i know im not entitled to pleasantries but damn!! it feels like im being talked at, you know? anyways theres my random thing uhuhuhuh going to bang this out then go right back to treat making

i still absolutely adore the idea that hes just gently presses his teeth to your cheek/lips/forehead/hands/ect whenever he wants to kiss you. thats just a little thing for characters with no lips/proper mouths that i like.... almost prefer it than actual proper kisses.. shrugs

oh i just know he would take your hand in his before dipping down and pressing a kiss to the back of your hand. he seems the type...

endearing names are a given, i mean he calls new circus members names, youre definitely going to be called "dear/darling" and will likely get your own set of unique names that are only used for you

cant help but make IHA with you in mind, like with something that you enjoy and avoiding what you hate, stuff like that

he would never say it because he doesnt want you to feel trapped, but he would love it if you stayed with him, should there actually be an exit for the digital world, since hes.. well confined to the digital circus

like yeah sure we could be silly and offer an au/timeline/whatever where you take him with you and hes confined to your phone or other device, but its just not the same of being there with him... shrugs

back onto other stuff, he absolutely spoils you. before you can even finish making a request for something hes already getting it, even better because he can just snap his fingers and boom! its there! will get you nearly everything you want whenever you want!

your room gets a sudden upgrade when you guys get together it totally isnt because youre his favorite or anything shhh hush hush what do you mean reader?

gushes about you to everyone who will listen, does get annoying with it

goes overboard when you have a problem, hes going to be doing everything he can to fix it and make you happy

if youre small enough, hes going to pick you up and carry you around while he flies! youll likely be taller than him regardless, but if he can comfortably scoop you up hes going to carry you!

sometimes even sets himself on the ground (something he never does!) to get down and hold your hand, walking with you

elaborate dates for you, since he can kind of do whatever he wants; also very open to doing whatever you want to do

hes literally wrapped around your finger and hangs onto your every word, absolutely down bad for you

[allyheart707]

*Breaks into your Asks* totally random question not related to anything.

Hehe

What's your favorite animal, and in that what's your favorite breed of that animal? again, it's totally not related or anything!

Hmmm I always find it hard to pick just ONE when there are so many adorable animals in the world- sooooo I'll give you my top three in no specific order-

Sea bunnies are pretty cute- also very toxic! Toxic is fun :3

Then, black cats- LOOK AT THEM- they are just little pockets of adorable abyss with big eyes!!

And, finally, froggos- specifically these cute teal green ones? Idk what type of frog they are- I just think they are cute.

[cyyfics]

Request Rules !!

(Read before requesting please)

WHO I write for:

Basically any character from Adventure Time + the Fionna and Cake series, altho I will only write platonic things for younger characters like Jay or Little Destiny. You can also check my Masterlist since I’ve got like a ton of characters listed there ^_<

What I WILL write!:

Sfw stuff, NSFW stuff is okay!, basically any kinks and stuff r okay but like if u send a request and I don’t rlly wanna write the kink I’ll let you know. I can do long fics, short fics, hcs, etc.. I also write polyamorous fics Also feel free to just send me any random stuff in my ask box too like idk if u wanna comment abt one of my fics, or abt one of the episodes, or you can totally leave me thirsts about characters too! It’s actually encouraged that you guys do haha

What I WONT write!: Nsfw for any younger characters, no exceptions. I won’t write about death, but I’m fine writing angst and like heavy topics (just specifically not actual death), Character X Characters (I only wanna write X readers atm I’m sorry), I also won’t write for animals like Jake or Cake unless it’s platonic stuff,, Aaaagggghhhhh idk I can’t think of much I’m sorry >~<

ICLUDE IN REQUESTS:

- which version of the character you want, if they have alternate universe versions. (Ex. If you request Finn, let me know which version either normal or farmworld, etc..)

- NSFW or SFW? If nsfw also list whatever kinks or whatever u want included as well! - specify what pronouns + genitalia the reader has (only the second one if the fic is nsfw)

- ALSO IF ITS NSFW CAN U GUYS PLEZ SPECIFY (u don’t have to bc if u don’t then I’ll just pick it out) WHO IS TOP/BOTTOM OR LIKE YK DOM/SUB pls

Note: if ur not sure if I’ll write ur request, you can simply just ask. I’m pretty chill so don’t hesitate to send me asks!ALSO I have the right to deny any requests, I most likely won’t deny any but just letting u guys know that haha

[panic-at-the-hydra-base]

So I saw fnaf… (no spoilers above the cut)

(First of all I’m not a movie reviewer or anyone special I just like to talk abt movies)

Okay I have like a lot to say and some worries about this movie. Let’s start with the good, as a fan the movie was so fun! It’s been in production hell for so long and I’m so glad it even got to see the light of day and that Scott got to be involved that all makes me thrilled. The Henson creature shop did a spectacular job and I hope people realize the balls it took to even go that route versus just cgi-ing all of it. Massive props to them and just ugh all of it was fantastic looking I could go on all day about the animatronics alone. Now I say “as a fan” because if I wasn’t a fnaf fan the movie wouldn’t be good. It just isn’t and I now totally understand and agree with the first critic reviews that came from people who have (assumingly) no knowledge of the game before hand and I agree with their low ratings. It just isn’t really a good movie🤷🏽‍♀️and that’s fine! Seriously if all it is is a kitty fan service movie where everyone had fun making it and watching it then who cares! Blumhouse made their money before it even premiered and honestly I’m not even worried about not getting another one because they know enough of us will be paying to see whatever else they do next- better or worse. I wouldn’t call it a good movie at all but was it fun? Hell yeah it was fun!

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT

This is just me rambling because why not

I saw it Thursday opening night and my theatre was relatively quiet with some loud “harharharharhar”s before it started versus some theaters I’ve seen who are filled with ppl laughing aloud and doing other fun stuff (like fist fighting) so I wasn’t sure what to expect if it was gonna be the same vibe as like seeing a marvel movie opening night where people are verbally responsive. Idk just curious how other peoples theatre crowd experience was. The movie was really just okay as I said the part of me that’s a fan had fun but the part of me that loves movies was bored. The building a fort was kinda stupid but I understand why it was done for the plot entirely to show that Abby thinks they’re all friends okay but god it was just kinda dumb. The connecting via dreams was odd? I’m not sure how I feel about it because I’m trying to separate this movie from fnaf lore and treat it as a movie by its self but that’s really hard to do. Obviously I’m not saying everything has to/will be canon compliant but it’s still hard to have that knowledge and not compare it to the movie. I’ll have to give it another watch but it’s hard to hodge the movie alone by itself. Anyway- FOXY!!! God his feet were so silly looking I love him so much and they kept the humming/singing that he does? Loved that. Also was the animatronic they were trying to put Abby in at the end supposed to look like baby specifically? It was enough that I caught it but also not exact enough where I thought maybe they just picked a random doll like character idk I can’t remember who’s soul is in baby at the moment but whatever. That fuckass balloon boy made me unreasonably happy idk why like I saw spoilers and knew he was there but still laughed so hard when I actually saw him myself. Also loved the matpat cameo it was just enough and rolled very smoothly, good for him. I again do wanna give them credit for showing the bloody stuff considering the rating like the shadow of someone getting bit in half was good. I understand from a company standpoint of keeping it pg-13 so “kids” can go see it and give them more money but they did what they could and I thought it looked good! Vanessa was cool, kinda weird mike didn’t ask any questions earlier and also why did that bitch chuck mike’s pills into the water bitch that man has no money and you just wasted prescription sleeping pills? Gurl you you but okay whatever anyway- mike was cool nothing like crazy special to say about any of them honestly. I hope they use Matthew lillard more in the future, that’s purely me being a fan of his and nothing more honestly. He wasn’t in the movie much at all. Back to the dreams and stuff- having mike get injured in his dreams was also a bit idk…. Stupid? Like it just seemed idk pretty dumb I can’t fully explain what bothered me about it but it just didn’t seem to go with it all. I just gotta watch it again at some point because I’m very torn abt actually liking it or not. I do have a worry that people will not realize that the animatronics are actually puppets and complain about them being funny looking and moving slow. Puppets aren’t used as much anymore everything’s cgi and animated so I can totally see someone thinking it’s just badly created when it’s actual real people moving them and they’ll think poorly of it when they simply don’t know that it’s real! Again so happy that they chose that route to create them and not cgi it soooo greatful for that and I’m glad to see that’s still being used for movies. Overall very torn about this movie. Again I’m just rambling here and I’d love to think what others think abt it weather you saw it with prior knowledge or not.

[pondslime]

2022 writing wrap up

tagged by my beloved @possumteeths MWAH ILY

Total Words Published: 

30,725

Additional Words Written: 

about 9k of assorted other wips lmao

and about 4k for a random non-fic writing project that I kinda......abandoned......but maybe we’ll pick it back up idk

Grand Total of Words: 

about 44,000!

Fandoms:

house of wax exclusively. smh. bc I lost my mind in october over it and have published nothing BUT content for it

however!! I would love to branch out eventually and write some other shit lmao!!

I have a bride of chucky fic in the works and I’d love to dabble into other slashers PERHAPS

none of them own this ass quite like those wax losers UNFORTUNATELY

Highest Everything (raw kudos, hits, comments):

it’s my first HOW fic, poacher’s dream...which is a categorically nasty and weird lil house of wax oneshot about bo sinclair bein nasty w/beer bottles.

glad to know that all of u are intrigued @ the thought of being debased w/a budweiser bottle by this hick loser bc same tbh

Highest Kudos to Hits Ratio:

pumpkin guts! a silly lil halloween romp in which the reader carves pumpkins with the worst men in america! spooky!

New Things I Tried:

x reader fics lol!! I never thought I'd write anything in that format! tbqh, I didn't think I'd return to writing fanfic at all! bc for years I’ve had this cycle of getting into something, writing one (1) fic for it, losing all interest in fic writing, and disappearing off the face of whatever fandom I scuttled into lmao

seems like the only thing that motivates me to semi-regularly post fics is the concept of screwing the vilest fictional men?? interesting!! I love my neurological functions

Fic I Spent the Most Time On:

it feels like it was sanguine lmao

I wrote 9.5k words of weird cerebral EDGING porn for this deranged elvis impersonator and his mechanic LARP

I really did 

and it’s 100% the least accessible of my fics bc it’s Peculiar™. but when I tell u I sat and absolutely labored over that fic rfhsdjwjfedskrfjwds

I put a lot of time and energy into it and it knocked 7391932 years off my life tbh

Favorite Thing I Wrote:

something borrowed! 

I think it’s the strongest fic in my catalogue tbh. Just pacing/format-wise. I really like the overall structure and tone! It’s this strange little foray into Bo’s demented little pea brain and has several scenes I love a lot 

I’m also very fond of miss ambrose, my lester fic! it’s just GOOFY fluffy nonsense!!! I had SO MUCH fun writing it 

Favorite Thing I Read:

everything LITERALLY EVERTHING that my fuckin INCREDIBLY talented friend @possumteeths​/ @raccoonspooky​ wrote!! like I’m actively trying to narrow down my favorite and I am having the most DIFFICULT time bc they are all works of fuckin art lmao

I literally just reread obedient dogs the other day. go read that. have u read the SOUL SHATTERING and AWARD WINNING they'll pay you a thousand for a kiss & .50 for your soul ?? HAVE U?? BESTIE if U HAVE NOT??? 

basically, go gargle down all of poki’s content idk man IT’S ALL SO GOOD 

@visceravalentines​ wrote THIS incredible piece and it made me clinically fuckin insane. edit: AND THIS ONE. HOLY SHIT. I have reread both of these 7382817983 times!!! meg ily!! u just wait I’m gonna attack ur masterlist like a frenzied bear after a long winter hibernation I swear

regrettably, I didn’t consume a ton of fic this year!! granted, I only got into this fandom in october so I have time to catch up lmao!! definitely plan to have a more extensive list next year 

Writing goals for 2023:

write more nonsensical insanity and just have fun lmao

as for concrete plans!! I’d love to write a whole series of x readers with horror ladies (final girl/villain/what have u)! carly and tiff are already on that list, but if you have any other ideas, I’m all ears! I need to brush through my horror lady mental catalogue and give them some ao3 rights lmao!

New Works:

The previously mentioned Carly x Reader fic! It’s been my super self-indulgent brainchild for the past couple months, and I love it a lot! I really want to hammer it out this month and toss it out into the internet void......but we shall see. 

If only I can get the weevil that is Ho Binclair out of my goddamn scriv doc..........speaking of him.......................

☢️💥🤡 I’ve got 37171984918342 Bo WIP’s bopping around my skull at all times yikes🤡💥☢️

I don’t need those. u don’t need those. I’ve already written enough for this man. what else is there 2 say!!! and yet

I’m also writing bits and pieces of this multi-chaptered Vincent slowburn. that will be out..............................at some time? in the future jfrdsjhrjhwfdskrwfds who knows

tagging the writer moots that I haven't already seen tagged!! no stress of course mwah 

@visceravalentines, @venus-haze​

also consider urself tagged if u read 2 the bottom of this hell post 

[mattmurdocksscars]

Hiiii it's me again, and congrats on the 2k, again! (love your writings btw).

I'll be asking a couple of questions, I'm annoying :3

1- FMK (Tristan Thorn, Matt Murdock, and Michael Kinsella) and why...

2- Are you an early bird or a late owl?

3- Dogs or Cats?

Aaaand, would you ship me with a Charlie character? I'd love to know which one would would fit me. (>ⲱ<)

Well, I'm 5'5.75 (167 cm), curly black hair (now is wine red), black coffee eyes (almond), heart shaped face, not skinny but not overweighted — in between, but I love it.

I'm an aquarius, my personality type is ENFJ-T, I'm a Weirdo™, an absolute idiot, always nervous about absolutely everything, I have a couple of mental issues (trust issues, anxiety, overthinking, you name it! The whole package) but, I love having people around me, I always need to be reminded that I'm worthy (my self-esteem is always at its lowest baby).

I love art, I love making art, I'm a music addict, I love writing (either poems or stories), I love the rain, winter, pasta, cakes, cinnamon, chocolate, hot cocoa, iced coffee, random espresso shots, ice cream. I have two demons (cats) and they're literally my children, I also have a little bird, I love animals so much, I wanted to be a vet, but now I'm a translator (wow the turntables!). I'm kinda house person, I like staying inside, I'm a night owl, but sometimes I love feeling the sun on my skin and going outside to meet some friends.

Who do you think is gonna be my boo? >¬<

In exchange, I think I would ship you with Tristan Thorn, he's a sweetheart like you and Idk, I think you're just a soft baby who deserves happiness <3

Congrats again, love ya! <3

Hello, love!

1. Fuck- Michael Kinsella. Listen. I know this man can give it good. He'd take such good care of me and that's what matters.

Marry- Matt Murdock. He's just my favorite. I can't deny it. I love Mikey and Tristan is adorable, but Matt has my heart.

Kiss- Tristan Thorne. He's just a little sweet baby. A cinnamon roll.

2. Neither. I am some form of permanently exhausted pigeon. 😂

3. Both! I can't really choose. I've had both all my life and I can't pick just one!

As for your ship, I could totally see you with Matt Murdock!

He's going to understand your anxieties because he has his own to contend with. He'll be super helpful at calming you down and helping you work through it. He'll love listening to you describe your art and even better if you let him run his hands over the finished product. He'd find your language abilities impressive. And finally your night owl tendencies would work in his favor since you'll probably still be awake when he comes home from patrols! He'll need the extra love and care you can provide.

Awe sweet baby Tristan. He's so cute, I wouldn't know what to do with him!

[sungtaro]

Hii it's teubunn here, how you've been? I've been busy with uni and I will be for a while but! I wanted to ask. Since I'm still not that good at remembering the members and also so I could get to know them better- maybe u can tell me some things to know abt each member (or some of them if u want). Like one of those unhelpful guide to videos lol. maybe ur fave physical features and fave personality trait of theirs🥺 idk I think it'll be cute and also like it's so hard to get into a group that's not active so I'm hoping they cb soon. ur mv gif series is so cute btw!!! 🐇🐇💌

hiii bestie 💖 i hope that you're not working yourself too hard at uni ! this is so cute i'd love to give it a go hehe, i'll put in gifs i've made with them all too ... i ended up writing idek what for all of them LOL so i hope it helps 🥹 i also recommend this old but good 'who's who' video it's from ILY era so they look like babies but i think a lot of it is still true and funny; if you have more time and want something more recent this video is amazing for getting to put names to faces! anyways ... the eri version of unhelpful guide below the cut LOL

choi hyunsuk: 1/2 leaders and the oldest. his representative animal is hedgehog (after his jikjin era hedgehog haircut lol) and one thing about choi is he WILL cry. he's a super softie and is totally the group's mom lol my fave Choi Crying moment was when they surprised him for his birthday while filming tmap ! he's a short king and has the cutest nose

park jihoon: 2/2 leaders and my best friend (real). his representative animal is puppy (formerly panda but he rly wanted to be a puppy lol) and he's super playful and affectionate with the members, def the dad of mom and dad, and a total power extrovert. killer smile and super cute beauty mark under his eye on his cheek !

kanemoto yoshinori (yoshi): he is a human marshmallow ... very distinct rap voice (all the rappers have unique tones and voices imo) and he's got a recognizable birthmark on his chin ! looks like an anime protagonist come to life honestly. his animal is a tiger. he's soft spoken but when he warms up he's also rly playful especially with hyunsuk hehe

kim junkyu: MEME BOY literally so introverted that it's not even funny lol he hates leaving his room and he will wear the same hoodie and sweatpants every day of his life. his animal is a koala but he's strong on his catboy agenda like he is meowing left and right these days idk also for a while he was known as being the most like 'yg type' of the group whatever that means ! known for his broad shoulders and generally 'good' proportions, again whatever that means . also never dyes his hair

yoon jaehyuk: my angel on earth never not making a kissy face. his animal is a lion and you will pretty much always find him with asahi and/or jeongwoo. apparently he was street cast by like 7 different companies bc he's so handsome, so he chose yg and just like . learned to dance and sing a few months before they put him through ygtb hell ... genuinely just so sweet and soft he always has his arm around whoever is next to him i cry

hamada asahi: looks like a cat but his 'animal' is a robot haha. he's trsr's resident quirky guy and will just do the most random funny things, but he's also a soft spoken sweetheart who is mega talented as a musician/producer and also visual artist. he's come out of his shell a ton over the years we're so proud ... his best look imo is his platinum blonde hair during ILY era. he's got the smudged lipstick in the mv SO iconic

kim doyoung: little prince .. he rly looks like a little cherub to me. his animal is a rabbit (like you!). dobby is a little corny imo like he will just say the cheesiest pick up lines and wink at u but he's being so serious 😭 it's really cute haha. he's also just super sweet and attentive. some ppl say he and junkyu really look like twins but i've never seen it

watanabe haruto: the tallest member! and also the deepest voice lol. he was formerly an alpaca but he changed to a butterfly (nabi is butterfly in korean so i believe it's a play on his last name). tutu seems really cool but he's actually really soft and thoughtful.

park jeongwoo: my annoying little brother (real). also MAIN VOCAL ! his animal is a wolf. the other members hype him up for being handsome hehe bc i think for a while he was really insecure 🥲 he's got so much energy and is often seen messing around w his favorite hyungs, esp jaehyuk and asahi.

so junghwan: our super king cow baby <3 his animal is of course a cow (so means cow). he's also one of the tallest members haha and i don't think he really acts like a maknae, jeongwoo is much more like 'typical' maknae behavior, junghwan is a bit more reserved and pretty responsible imo so he doesn't really take advantage of being the baby. but it comes out and is really cute haha (he's been known to fall asleep while studying on camera 😭)

takata mashiho (former): pocket size main dancer beloved i miss u ... he was also the only one who could really cook so i hope everyone is eating okay now lol. very CUTE but also like one of the absolute most responsible members

bang yedam (former): pd bang u will always be famous ... just absolute main slayer vocalist and songwriter, cute curly hair and super handsome. one of the more down to earth energies of the group too

[iesbiandisaster]

Little Hcs I've thought of real fast (mentions of sex, minors dni, proship dni) ;

Spencer and Edward;

Edward absolutely hates how Spencer drinks his coffee and has been secretly putting less and less sugar in it. Spencer knows and secretly adds more in it. A never ending cycle

Edward picks off onions and Spencer eats them

Edward LOVESSS Thai food where as Spencer only likes one dish from Edwards favorite place

As we know Edward is amazing at taking care of the people he loves when sick. And compared to Oswald, Spencer is SUPER clingy when sick and is very sweet

Vise versa, Edward takes care of himself when sick and Spencer helps the best he can (usually with random care packages and a note with a long ramble of why this is good when sick)

Edward an almost all music enjoyer vs Spencer a hater of most genres

Also both of them leave each other little paper cranes around the house, it's very cute but it gets cluttered very quickly. They each have their own jar filled with cranes

Pranks between them get WILD. Two geniuses pranking each other? It goes too far super fast. Oswald usually has to intervene.

Yaps x yaps kind of ship

Spencer is surprisingly a good dancer! Probably because of his memory, but the both of them have fun dancing together

Both of them are absolutely not limber btw, both built like string beans with some muscle, but ask them to touch their toes? They can't do it, can barely touch 😞

Edward and Oswald;

Yaps x listens kind of ship

Lets be real this is a semi toxic relationship, but come on, if you haven't tried to kill each other, do you really love them?

Oswald HATES mushroom and so does Edward, Spencer eats them because he likes the texture (gross)

Both specialize in different areas of cooking, Edward is more of the fancier takes time meals and Oswald is the what can we scrounge up to make a soup (both are still very delicious) (Ps Oswald usually HATES cooking those types of meals unless Edward asks for it, he obviously prefers the fancier meals)

Arguments can get bloody but so does the sex so really it's ok (not really Spencer hates it sometimes)

Edward teaches Oswald how to dance, (it goes as well as you expect) but it's something Edward likes to do to spend time with Oswald, so Oswald tolerates it.

Oswald hates lemons and Edward loves them (Oswald will sometimes refuse to kiss Edward if he has been having anything with strong lemon in it)

Organized x chaotic organization ship (you can guess who is who)

Oswald calls Ed, "Eddie" on occasion. It makes Edward super happy

Oswald does have a love hate relationship with Edwards long hair, it gets everywhere but he's so handsome with it. Suffering in success ig

Oswald and Spencer

They could NOT stand each other at first

The true old couple that bickers often

Oswald has attempted to kill Spencer before but yknow that's a running streak between the three of them at this point

What's love without attempted murder, am I right gang?

Btw Spencer totally has shot Oswald before in a situation. Idk what situation! But one that happened

Both are cane users occasionally, more Oswald than Spencer (Edward too, but it's mostly a fashion statement than actual usage)

Oh they absolutely kick the canes under each other's feet, literally the cane wars between the two

They also sabotage each other's cane, like hiding it, making sure it's juuuust off enough where it drives the person mad trying to figure out what's wrong with the cane

You know that one bit in House where the cane is sawed just enough to be used until it breaks in half? Yeah Spencer did that to Oswald once and Oswald poisoned his food that night

Yes they both jump to extreme points, they're enemies and absolutely hate each other (lie)

Oh but they totally have had hate sex before and just never acknowledged it afterwards until they realized their feelings and were like. "Fuck"

Yaps x please shut the fuck up type of ship

Oswald is the most flexible out of all of them! Also can do a handstand???? Idk where that's coming from but it's canon now

Their war dies down to a 'extreme prank war' where it's literally just not attempted murder but will and most likely will cause harm . But yknow in a I love you kind of way (Edward also participates when he's especially pissed off at one of them,,, or both. He also can be petty too, as a treat)

Both are so petty!!!! Absolutely so petty we need to talk about that more especially with Spencer!!!

I need people to see the vision I see.

[itsgettingsoold]

I’ve been spending the last eight months thinking all love ever does is break and burn and end...

happy birthday to the best gal in town! ily @ghafas-inej

[classickook]

könig headcanons

a/n: i have absolutely zero knowledge of this game but he’s my special little guy, i couldn’t help myself.

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- he’s definitely the type who pays super close attention when you’re talking and will encourage you to keep going even if everyone else tunes you out or if they talk over you

- he is SO attentive of everything in general but especially everything you do. since he’s pretty quiet and shy, he stays in the background and just observes everyone and finds himself focusing more on you, picking up little details that no one else would really notice

- like he knows what your nervous tics are and what books you tend to read in your spare time and where you grew up

- could recognize your voice anywhere! his eyes literally light up when he hears you coming around the corner :)

- loves it when you lift his hood enough to playfully nip at his chin or when you sneak under it completely while giggling and kissing him all over his face

- also loves nose kisses <3

- blushes easily

- anytime you look up at him, he has stars in his eyes and feels his heart stop a bit and he for sure is blushing under that hood because he’s completely head over heels for you and can’t believe you feel the same

- gives the best hugs!!!!!!!!

- his love language is definitely physical touch okay don’t fight me on this (also gift giving but we’ll get to that later)

- like just imagine that giant mountain of a man with the sweetest heart holding your hand (or linking fingers omg!!!) or lightly touching your shoulder or waist when he walks by <333

- he obviously has social anxiety but once he’s comfortable with you, he will 10000% turn to you for reassurance or comfort by just touch alone

- also… since he’s so freaking huge, imagine clinging to him like a koala and he just casually walks about with you wrapped around him

- this guys strikes me as ticklish idk why but let’s go with it

- imagine cuddling with him (how the two of you manage to fit into one cot i have no idea) and your hair brushes against the sensitive skin along his neck or you rest your hand on his abdomen and chest and he just gets kinda giggly all of a sudden

- has nightmares a lot :(

- he feels pretty awkward about it and apologizes for waking you up and starts to roll over in bed but you immediately comfort him and wrap your arms around him and distract him with random facts or hobbies you want to try, anything that’ll get his mind off of the bad dream

- you usually make him hot chocolate after a nightmare so the two of you curl up in bed, sipping on the sweet drink while asking him questions about his hometown until he’s smiling again

- on that note… he definitely has a sweet tooth

- you’ll bake him all sorts of sweets and try out new recipes and he’s like a little puppy that follows you around the kitchen or sits at the table and offers to help you or lick the spoon or something, he’s so cute <3

- he’s a people pleaser for sure so he would literally do anything for you

- this guy radiates sunshine/golden retriever bf vibes but would absolutely lose his shit if something bad happened to you or if he found you hurt/crying

- can go from 0 to 100 real quick

- back to the topic of gift giving!!! he always picks fresh flowers for you when he’s out and about, like he’ll make it his mission to scout out fields or little markets to get something nice for you

- also, he sketches a lot ! so he’ll oftentimes gift you with his drawings, like just leaving them on your cot or tucking them in the mirror or somewhere you’ll find them during the day to cheer you up

- overall, könig is a total sweetheart and i want to hug him immediately !!

[aloneinthehellfire]

Chapter 5: Leave A Message

Season One | Season Two | Season Three

[Raining Hellfire: Season Three]

Word Count: 1499 words

Warnings: swearing, mentions of visions, actual visions?, kind of horror at the end idk

[A/N: Can I get a round of applause for not having ridiculously long chapters anymore? Yay me]

also thank you all so so much for the asks and the theories ur sending me, i feel less like a robot publishing a fanfic and more like a person sharing an interest she loves with people so thank you x

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The week is long.

The silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the west.

The words were in front of you as you leant on Steve out of laziness while his other shoulder rested against the wall, arms folded.

“They’d make good song lyrics.” You said, Robin smirking at your comment.

“But what does it mean?” Dustin asked, pacing.

“Steve, we gotta shut down the shop.” Robin suddenly said, pointing to the clock.

“Oh shit.”

You all make your way out of the shop, Steve closing it behind you.

“I mean, it’s just…” He says as he slams the metal shutters down and locks it, “it just can’t be right.”

“It’s right.” Robin declares. You believed her.

“Honestly, I think it’s great news.” Dustin declares and you frown at him.

“How is this great news?” Steve shakes his head, standing up. “I mean, so much for being American heroes.”

“You realise that there could still be something going on?” You say and they look at you, “Look, if you were planning something would you just say it for anyone to hear or would you create your own code?”

“You’re right, it’s too specific.” Dustin adds, walking just in front of you with Robin beside him.

“What do you mean, a code?” Steve furrows his brows as he matches your pace.

“Like a super secret spy code.” Dustin explains briefly.

Your best friend just raises his eyebrows. “That’s a total stretch.”

“I don’t know, is it?” Robin asks, “Listen, just for kicks, let’s entertain the possibility that it is a secret Russian transmission. Like Y/n said, they wouldn’t just say it how it is. You think they were gonna say ‘fire the warhead at noon’?”

“Exactly.” You and Dustin agree.

“And my translation is correct. I know that for sure, so… ‘the silver cat feeds.’” Robin starts fidgeting, waving her hands in the air as she pondered, “Why would anyone talk like that?”

“Unless they were trying to mask the meaning of their message.” You nod along, yawning.

Steve looks over to you while Robin and Dustin continue their conspiracy spiral, pulling you to a stop.

“You’ve been yawning a lot lately.”

“What else is new?” You chuckle, eyes drooping as you fight for energy.

He frowns softly, shifting between your eyes. “You need more sleep.”

“No shit, Sherlock.” You looked at him, “You telling me you’ve been sleeping like a baby since last year?”

“No.” He shakes his head, “But I also don’t have evil monsters from another dimension swarming in my head.”

You twist your face, nodding. “Yep, yep. That’s a good point. I bet all that goes through your head is shampoo and ridiculous little tunes.”

Steve laughs in surprise, “Tunes?”

“Yeah. Like I imagine you just have some random songs in your head, no lyrics, just…” You pick the first melody that comes to mind and start humming it.

Steve stops, grabbing your shoulder as his eyes widen. “That tune.”

“Okay, there’s no way I could have guessed that perfectly.”

“No. The music!” He exclaims, spinning around and running to the carousel horse.

You look around dumbfounded, meeting Robin’s confused gaze from a few steps ahead of you.

“Hey, Steve?” She calls out as Steve stares at the horse, pulling out his wallet. “What are you doing?”

“Uh, it’s a quarter. I need-” He looks to you, “Do you have a quarter?”

“Is now really the time to ride a children’s horse?” You raise your brows but he just holds his hand out to you.

“I know you have a quarter, you bought your ice cream today and I specifically remember giving you a quarter in your change.”

“Jeez, fine.” You pull out change from your back pocket, sorting through the coins until you found what he wanted. “Where was this memory when you owed me money for your damn hairspray?”

You held up the quarter and he quickly took it from your hand, slotting it into the machine as the others crowded around you.

The horse starts to move, a small melody playing. You shake your head at first until you really listened, eyes widening. No way.

You step back, shaking your head for a whole new reason. You glance back at where you sat at the fountain, the memory replaying.

“You need help getting up, little Stevie?” Robin joked and Dustin laughed but Steve just shushed her.

“Would you two just shut up and listen?”

“Holy shit.” Dustin realises, crouching down beside Steve. “The music.”

He played the tape and sure enough, the music matched perfectly.

“This code, it… didn’t come from Russia.” Steve says, looking back at the group, “It came from here.”

“Like, someone working here?” Robin asked and Dustin glanced around as if they would suddenly appear.

“The janitor.” You break the silence and they stare at you, confused. “I saw them.”

“The Russian?” Dustin scrambled to his feet. “Who is he?”

“I- I didn’t see his face.” You shake your head. “But he was stood right here. I was sat there. And he had a radio on him, I just- I guess I didn’t think any of it at the time. But he walked away, grabbed his cleaning supplies. Whoever they are, they’re operating inside the mall.”

“But where?” Robin asked what you were all wondering.

Maybe you weren’t so paranoid after all.

The Scoops Troop, named by Dustin himself despite the protests, decided to call it a night and continue working on the conspiracy tomorrow. You believed there was probably something to it and hell, if you weren’t having terrifying visions every other day, you’d be more than happy to have something to do. But you really hoped they didn’t expect you to help them from now on. You knew Billy needed your help, urgently.

You get home to see Max and El laughing together on your porch, jumping to their feet when you approach.

“I thought I gave you a spare key?” You frown at Max and she shrugs.

“I lost it.” She clocks your expression, “Hey, I was trying to hide it from Billy and I hid it a little too well.”

El giggles as you open the front door, leading them to your room.

“Okay, you guys dump your stuff here and go pick out a movie to watch.” You smile as they happily start setting their stuff down, running through the house to the living room.

You walk to the kitchen, rooting through the fridge for any food. You notice a blinking light from the corner of your eye before you realised it was the voicemail machine your uncle had been able to afford after expensive work on a client’s car. You walk over, press the button, and continue your search, pulling out various items.

The machine beeps, a feminine voice talking to you.

“Hey, Y/n. It’s Heather. Sorry to bother you but you asked me to let you know if I think Billy’s getting worse?”

You dump the stuff on the counter, lunging over to the machine box.

“I thought I heard crying from the showers earlier and he’s the only other one working today. He’s been in there a real long time now.”

A distant yell echoed through the machine and you freeze.

“Wait. Oh my god, he’s screaming, what do I do? Do I call an ambulance?”

“Yes!” You immediately exclaim, praying she called for help.

“Actually I’m gonna go check on him.” You furiously shake your head as if Heather was right in front you, “Okay, I’ll call back later and let you know what’s going on. See you tomorrow.”

And just like that, she hung up the phone, the machine echoing in your mind. You wait for the next message, but nothing came.

“Shit.”

You back away from the machine, trying to rationalise everything. It was fine, right? Maybe she just forgot to call back. You’ll see her tomorrow.

You knew deep down that wasn’t true.

You walk back over to the phone, scrambling through a box of phone numbers you had scribbled down onto notes over the past few years before finding Heather’s name. You grab the paper, turn back to the phone and see the light begin to blink again.

Frowning, you set the paper down on the counter and stare for a moment. You reach out towards it, pressing the button. The familiar beep sounded before there was complete static. You were about to hang up when you thought you heard a gasp.

Leant towards to the machine to hear better, you held your breath as you waited for another sound.

Heavy breathing, a woman. Whimpers.

A scream.

You jump back from the machine, hitting your side on the counter with such force you were sure it was gonna bruise. You run back and try to replay the message, but all that replayed was Heather’s phone call. You skipped it, but nothing else came.

A bone-chilling fear struck your mind; something bad happened to Heather.

Chapter 6: A Yellow Whistle ->

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[mentally-in-northern-italy]

Cigarettes — Billy Hargrove x reader

*not my gif*

Summary: Billy's attention is never held by anyone for too long. But a certain cashier at a certain convenience store always seems to render him speechless.

Word Count: 1.5 K

A/N: hi guys!! i'm back!!!?? sort of?? idek. but it's spring break for me so hopefully i'll find some more motivation and put out some hp stuff. idk what this is specifically but my sister was watching stranger things so this was written on a whim at 3 AM. i might do a part 2 if i get some inspo but enjoy this little thing for now!

Billy had been watching you. For quite some time now, too.

He had tried to find solace in the fact that it hadn’t exactly been intentional. No, he told himself, it was purely coincidental.

It was completely coincidental that Billy happened to drive twenty minutes each day to visit the convenience store that you worked at, which just happened to be on the other side of town. It was purely a coincidence that he would roam around the store aimlessly, looking at nothing in particular every time he visited. It was also coincidental that he had memorized your schedule and your break times. And that his eyes never seemed to leave you as you billed people’s groceries through. It was all random. A chance occurrence.

Or, so Billy told himself.

And now, as he stood in line for the cashier that you just happened to be working at -- it was always number 9, but Billy totally hadn’t memorized that -- he could not stop fidgeting. He had run countless hands in his perfectly styled mullet and straightened his jacket more times than he would’ve cared to count.

What the hell is going on? He asked himself as he failed to understand just why he seemed to involuntarily act in such a way around you. Billy liked to think that he knew himself. Rather well, actually.

He knew the way he was perceived. He knew that he drew eyes everywhere he walked and that adults viewed him a nuisance. He knew of his assets -- his undeniable charm and bad-boy appeal -- that almost always worked in his favour with the ladies when he wanted it to. He knew that he could saunter over to any girl in school and ask her out, and he wouldn’t even have to wait for a response because he knew that it would be a ‘yes’. He knew all this, yet with you, any degree of certainty that he may feel about himself went out the window.

Billy avoided thinking about you for too long because he knew that that would only increase his chances of arriving at conclusions that he didn’t want to arrive at. He did not want to think about the fact that his eyes followed you, not only in the convenience stores, but also in the hallways at school. He did not want to think about the amount of thought that he put in everytime he picked a seat in any one of the classes that you shared; that he always picked the seat that would allow him to look at you without you noticing, a seat that would guarantee your not talking to him.

Because, if there was one thing that Billy was absolutely certain of when it came to you, it was the fact that he cared.

He had pursued many girls in his short life, everyone knew that. He had also asked many girls out on dates, albeit if they were seldom romantic or well-planned. The possibility of being rejected had always been there. Hell, he had been rejected a few times, too. But, he had gotten over it in a snap of his fingers, and had moved onto someone else. The truth was, he had never cared -- or thought much about, if he was being honest -- about the possibility of rejection. He was Billy fucking Hargrove. He got what he wanted -- and if he didn’t, he damn well knew how to get it. Rejection, while being present in his dictionary to some extent, didn’t have much hold on him until you.

Though Billy would never admit it to himself, he knew that he would care if you rejected him, if you shot him down. He knew that it would have a much greater effect on him than you, or anyone else, could ever guess. He knew that he liked you too much.

So, to eliminate the daunting chances of potential rejection, he decided he won’t even try. You can’t miss when you don’t shoot, right?

He was jolted out of his thoughts as his turn finally came and he was met with your smiling face.

“‘Morning! How are you today?” You asked in a cheery tone, one that you reserved for customers.

“A pack of Marlboros,” he spoke coolly, avoiding eye contact with you as he dug around for his wallet in his back pocket.

You took the hint as your smile faltered slightly and you turned around to grab the cigarettes that he had asked for. You had grown accustomed to his behaviour by now; you couldn't help but notice the frequency of his visits. In fact, it was only yesterday that he had walked into the store in a similar fashion, walked up and down countless aisles, and asked for a pack of Marlboros in the same distant tone.

Your knowledge on the bad boy that Billy Hargrove was proclaimed to be was admittedly limited. You had never talked to him at school, though you had seen him often enough in the halls chatting up a different girl each week. You shared a few classes together, too, but even in those, an opportunity to approach him never presented itself. And, the chances of you getting to know the mystery that lay underneath his golden curls was even more limited outside of school--unless you were willing to go to Tommy H.’s parties.

You did find it a little amusing, though, and a little peculiar, that Billy always managed to find you on his daily trips to the store. Even weirder, though, was the fact that irregardless of how much time he spent browsing the store, he never bought anything other than his usual pack of cigarettes.

“Out already?” You expressed your curiosity as you rummaged about the carton that held cigarettes and tried to find Marlboros.

“What?” Well, shit. This was not part of the script, Billy cursed himself as he tried to compose the storm within.

“Of cigarettes,” you clarified, “You came yesterday, too. And the day before that. And before that, as well… Every day of the week, actually.”

Billy blinked. And then, he blinked again. Shit. She knows.

“What, is it against company policy to mind your own damn business?” He spits out. He cringed internally a little at how naturally he was able to be a dick to someone posing an innocent question. But then again, he knew himself. He knew that he was a dick.

And the snappy reply he gave you was good, he told himself. The last thing that he wanted was for you to get the wrong idea; to think that he was going soft or that, Heaven forbid, he liked you. He needed to act like an ass. He needed to act like himself… something that had begun to seem like an inordinately difficult task around you.

You were taken aback at his rude retort, you admit, but you quickly regained your composure to bite back. You were not about to let Billy Hargrove snap at you. No way.

You let out a small laugh, “And you must be thoroughly accustomed with our company policy, seeing as you spend every waking moment in here, right?”

Billy cursed at himself as he realized that he had gotten himself into deep shit. Any hopes that he may have held of shimmying his way into your heart through something civil, like kindness, had evaporated. He knew that he could not go soft now, not without risking suspicion. He had to be Billy Hargrove, the bad-boy, the jerk, and the absolute moron. After all, he had a reputation to maintain.

“Can I get my cigarettes now or are you going to keep whining about actually getting business in your little store?” He tried to sound as distant as possible, like he couldn’t care less about what you were saying to him or what you were undoubtedly thinking about him, but he knew that that was far from the truth. He placed his wallet on the counter as he leaned back slightly, trying to sell his nonchalance.

You scoffed quietly as you continued looking for his Marlboros, eager to ring him up as quickly as possible to be rid of the absolute jerk that Billy Hargrove was. “We’re out,” you concluded with smug satisfaction.

“What?” Off-script, yet again. Well fucking done, Hargrove.

“Marlboros. We’re out of Marlboros,” you repeated impatiently. “Anything else?”

Billy assessed his options, which was something he rarely did. Everyone around him knew of his rash temperament: he acted first, thought second. But standing here, in front of you, who regarded him with irritation and an unfriendly scowl, he found himself caring, yet again. He concluded that he could either stride out at this very second, without exchanging another word with you or sparing you a glance, which would leave a permanent unfavourable image of him in your head. Or he could buy something else. Prolong this interaction. Billy really had no idea which option would be better.

He let out a small huff and held your eye for a moment. You raised an eyebrow at him, indicating and reminding him that there were actually other people in the world and the world did not, contrary to popular belief, revolve around him. With as much swagger as he could possibly muster at this moment, he simply shoved his hands in his pockets and stalked out of the door. You rolled your eyes slightly as you turned your attention to the next customer in line, who seemed particularly irritated by the long waiting time.

You plastered your best customer service smile on and apologized before greeting them and ringing them through. It wasn’t until the next customer had paid that you noticed something on the counter.

A black leather wallet, which held about as much bad-boy allure as its owner did. As Billy Hargrove did. And with a sigh, you closed your eyes. You’ll be talking to Billy yet again. And this time, he had an excuse. A legitimate one.

[koitrash]

The Dress

‘You burned so bright your flames engulfed me, your fire so hot I wanted it to annihilate me, along with everything you touched. And I thought, maybe a little selfishly, you couldn't possibly destroy the same heart you mended.

Could you?’

Pairing: Ellie Williams x reader

Summary: You and Ellie break up and find each other again LMFAOOO THATS IT BUT ITS SO CUTE I SWEAR TRUST ME

Warnings: Angst, fluff, cursing, basically same as the game, jumping around chronologically

Word count: 8.2k (sorry lol)

A/N: Okay maybe im just really emotional after writing this but i actually love it so much i kinda didn't want to share it??? Idk it took weeks to write because i dunno it needed to be PERFECT. I tried a different way of storytelling here, kinda wanted the flashbacks to roll into the present time parts idk if i did it any justice but that was the thought behind it. This fic is very angsty and very fluffy and im emotional so listen to some sad break up songs and some cute falling in love songs :)

edit: okay yall totally have to listen to 'Elliot's song' by Dominic Fike and Zendaya during the first kiss scene i'm BEGGING YOU TO ITS SO CUTE

Also this was def inspired by Saintrvckwell and Thelastoflesbians bc i adore their writing so much it FUELED me and obviously 'the dress' by dijon started all of this so everyone should def listen to it cos it's an amazing song

The gravel crushed under Ellie’s battered and clearly loved converses as she stared at the old house at the end of the street, some flowers scattered on the porch with the sunset falling under the roof, painting the clouds hues of orange and pink. She couldn’t pinpoint her feelings at the time but she knew how she was supposed to feel. Acceptance, forgiveness, maybe even some hope. Sure, she was still working on feeling that way about Joel but there was still something back in Jackson. Something she left here long ago. Someone she couldn't muster up the courage to talk to in almost 2 years. A feeling of guilt she couldn't shake, no matter who she killed, who she avenged, who she forgave.

She fiddled with her hands and for a split second she thought about leaving. To go find the next adventure waiting for her while she left open cuts unhealed and words left unsaid. She thought about how time heals

all wounds. About how this person probably moved on, living life just like when Ellie was never in it. But she spent a lot of time thinking about this, too much time. So much time that before she knew it her feet led her right back here. Standing in front of Joel’s old house, the ghost of her two favorite people talking on the porch faded into a stale memory. So she listened to that deafening voice in her head, turning on her heels to leave until she caught sight of that painfully familiar fabric dancing in the wind, connected to a painfully familiar body. One she knew all too well.

Ellie’s fingers roamed over the soft fabric of a dress and she thought about how much you would like it. How pretty it would look on you. So she picked it up and stuffed it in her bag before Jesse called her to show something he found. What it was, she still didn't know because all she could think about was how beautiful you would look in that dress. You two had been dating for a couple of months and she thought the gesture would be completely too sappy but she was so head over heels for you she didn't care.

She was practically strumming with excitement as she sat on her couch, a box resting beside her, waiting for you to finally knock on the door. To which she would wait three seconds before opening because she didn't want to seem like she was actually waiting at the door like a love sick puppy. Not that you would have noticed because that was the day you held a cassette tape behind your back, eager to show Ellie your find. She swung the door open to see you beaming back at her.

“The Sick Habit.” You smiled, waiting for Ellie to question your seemingly random statement.

“Why do you and Dina keep calling it that? It's The Slick Habit.” She grinned back at you, stepping aside to let you in.

“Well it doesn't matter because I finally found a tape so you could listen to it.” The small box almost flew out of your hands from how fast you whipped it out. Ellie’s jaw immediately dropped as she walked closer, grabbing the plastic from your hands.

“No fucking way.”

“Yes fucking way because I’m the best girlfriend ever and fucking awesome.” You pointed your fingers in the air in a ‘matter of fact’ kind of way with a shit eating grin plastered on your face.

“Where the hell did you find this?”

“There’s a music store over by the old ski resort, Joel took me by it today on patrol.” You didn't miss the falter in the girl's smile at the mention of her father figure. Ellie moved to the cassette player on the dresser as you sat on the couch, a ribbon tied box tucked in the corner caught your attention before Ellie sat beside you. She distracted you quickly, handing you an ear bud, silly grin of excitement back on her face. You listened but you couldn't say you were paying too much attention because Ellie was sitting so close to you her warm breath danced on your cheek and you were getting hotter and hotter every second. Sure, you guys were dating for sometime now but the butterflies in your stomach everytime you two were close never went away. She glanced over to you, smile still on her face as her head bopped slightly to the music.

“Do you like it?” She asked.

“Yeah.” Your voice wavered, a tad bit breathless but you couldn't help it.

“Okay then why are you looking at me like that?” Her shoulder nudged you.

“You're just… so pretty.” The words left your mouth barely over a whisper, like it was a secret between just you two. Her brows shot up, surprised at the sudden compliment.

“Pretty?” She questioned, hand moving to pull the headphone out her ear as her eyes glossed over your features.

“Yeah pretty.” You leaned forward, elbow resting on your knee as your head laid in your hand now getting a better look at your beautiful girlfriend. “Sorry, does adorable sound better to you?” This earned a laugh from Ellie. “How bout’ cute? Angelic?”

“Angelic - oof, yeah I totally see that.” Sarcasm oozed from her voice and this time it was your turn to laugh.

“Ya’ know when I first saw you I almost asked if it hurt when you fell from heaven.”

“Y/n, If you said that I would have told Maria to kick you out of Jackson.”

You threw your head back, throat bubbling with laughter before your hand flew to your mouth in an attempt to quiet yourself.

“Why do you do that?” Your girlfriend watched you, brows creased like you were some puzzle she couldn't solve.

“Do what?” Her sudden concern made you anxious. Did you do something she didn't like unknowingly? Did it upset her?

“Cover your mouth when you laugh.”

You sputtered a bit, unsure how to answer.

“Stop that.”

“What?”

“Covering your smile. It's cute.” She turned away and you almost missed the soft pink flush of her cheeks.

“What are you so sappy about?”

“Shut up.” She scoffed, a dimple poking out slightly and you adored her soft, smug smile. You decided to joke it off because although you loved telling your girlfriend every single thing you loved about her she wasn't always as verbally lovey dovey with you. Ellie liked to touch you more than she liked to say how she wanted to. She liked pet names. She liked cuddling in the morning. She liked to help you with things you were stressed with. She liked to play the guitar for you. She liked that you enjoyed just sitting next to her sometimes. So what she didn't say she showed and that was your favorite thing about her.

And now she was showing you a box. The same red ribboned wrapped box that was sitting in the corner of the couch before. You were so consumed in your thoughts of admiration of Ellie you didn't even notice her grab it.

“What's this?” You asked and she just pushed the box to you, a small smile on her features. You grabbed it, pulling the strings to let you open it, revealing a piece of clothing. Your eyebrows lifted as your fingers glided across the soft fabric. It was a beautiful dress, one that you would see on the mannequins of seemingly fancy stores. None of them were held together well enough to withstand the harsh conditions of the new world so you never got to wear one but you dreamed of it. And here it was, clamped between your hands, waiting for you to show it off.

“I found it a while ago but I wasn't sure how to give it-'' Ellie stuttered in front of you, fiddling with her fingers like she always does when she's nervous. You immediately soothed her thoughts, wrapping your arms around her neck to pull her in close. Her arms hugged your waist, just like they always do and you wanted to stay here forever.

“Thank you El. It's beautiful.”

The dress fit you perfectly, complimenting your curves in all the right ways even years after wearing it for the first time. Ellie loved that dress on you, the way she looked at you in it gave you a euphoric high. Every single time. And this time was no exception. She stared at you down the street and you were more shocked it was actually her in the flesh. You hadn't seen her in years since the Seattle trip and last you heard about her, she was headed on a suicide mission to Santa Barbara.

You were heading to the church for the spring dance when you saw a glimpse of her familiar frame standing in the middle of the road. You'd been helping Maria set up for the annual dance since her and Tommy broke things off you kinda became her right hand man. Dina came back to Jackson after Ellie left since taking care of an entire farm and raising a baby was understandably too much for one person to handle. Ellie stayed with her after Jesse’s passing to help out but you never could bring yourself to visit them at the farm, still unable to see her again. But you loved Dina so you were more than happy when she decided to come back, eager to help out in any way you could.

The Seattle aftermath was the most painful experience you ever faced. Ellie couldn't stomach coming back to Jackson so after the break up you were more happy than you'd care to admit that she wouldn't step foot here anymore. Her blind rage put more of a mental strain on you than you'd expect but Ellie changed a lot after Joel's death. She wasn't the girlfriend you once had and although you would follow her to the end of the earth you still had boundaries, morals you wouldn't cross and that line blurred for her.

Dina’s face was twisted, full of anger, maybe even disappointment when she told you Ellie left to finish what she couldn't in Seattle. You were angry too but you knew your ex girlfriend well. You knew this wasn't your decision to make, there was no convincing her to rethink and you had no faith she would even listen to you. The only thing you wanted to do - could do was distract yourself. Become completely engulfed in helping other people. Maybe it helped satisfy the need to take the weight off a random person's back since you couldn't do it for the one person who needed it the most. You tried not to think about how Ellie was probably dead, gone for good. You didn't let your mind wander to what you would have said to her if you saw her again. You didn't cry yourself to sleep in your cold bed wishing she was still next to you. Because Ellie wasn't coming back and it took you almost two years to finally come to terms with it.

So to see her staring at you with the same utter admiration sparking in her beautiful green eyes was jarring to say the least. Your head felt like it just got knocked off and screwed on backwards because your thoughts were confusing, feeling happy, relieved, angry, maybe even a little sad but your legs moved on their own. Your body naturally gravitated to her, telling your limbs to wrap their arms around her neck and feel her arms hug your waist like they used to but your brain still felt betrayal, an unsettling feeling to stay far away from her.

“Ellie.” Fell from your lips like you were speaking to a ghost. And she only stared back and you knew she was scared, like any word she muttered was going to have you reeling back so you actually walked this time. Because your body knew that's what it's supposed to do when she made that face. Your body wanted to hold her, make that face go away, replaced with a warm smile. The smile she always gave you.

Ellie watched you step closer, hesitating for a second before taking another step but she was frozen in place. The one person she couldn't forgive herself for for years was standing a couple of yards away from her and she had to catch her breath because for a second there she almost forgot how beautiful you were. You took another step and she watched your dress, the one she gifted you all those years ago, flow in the wind so angelically she actually thought there was a heaven for a second. Another step and she felt a pull to you. A familiar pull because her body naturally wanted to hold you, just like always. And it wasn't until she finally moved her leg, just a little bit and you were running towards her, like that movement was confirmation she was real. She opened her arms and your warm body pressed against her, arms wrapping around her neck and she melted. Everything melted in your hold. Her anxiety, fears, regrets, guilt. All of it disappeared like it was never there to begin with.

And all she could do was mutter “I'm sorry.” as she buried her face in your neck, consumed by your scent.

And all you could do was hold her like she was going to turn into dust if you let go because for the first time in almost two years breathing came easy again.

But your anger didn't just fizzle out the way you thought. You weren't completely healed like you wanted. You couldn't look at the love of your life and say you didn't feel anything. Any hate, any betrayal, any longing or love.

“I couldn’t do it.” You felt her warm tears roll down your nape as she curled into your neck, trembling slightly as you held her and you couldn't hold the lump in your throat down anymore. This Ellie, that was now cradled in your arms, was who you fell in love with. She was soft, felt empathy for the lives she took but more importantly this Ellie here with you now was tired. She was tired of the constant fight with herself. With her past actions, her rage and fury. “It's okay.” Was the only thing you got to muster up the words to say. You didn't know how to comfort her, she'd been through so much shit you felt words didn't penetrate the way they used to. “Joel wouldn't have wanted you to Ellie, it's okay.”

“Yeah.” She muttered between soft sobs, “I know.” Ellie didn't cry much. She was always one to shed tears in private, never to show she wasn't as strong as she tried to be, wanted to be. You felt her grip on you loosen, signaling it was time to let go so you did, pulling back to see her red rimmed eyes and pink nose. God, you missed Ellie so much it almost hurt to see her again as your ex. Her hair was shorter now, cut at weird angles that you figured she did herself and somehow still managed to look amazing. She sent you a ghost of a smile and you noted all the new scars her face wore now. And before either one of you guys could say another word someone called out to you.

You couldn't ignore the way your heart sank as reality came crashing back down, hearing your girlfriend call your name somewhere behind you. It's been almost two years and you didn't want to be alone forever. There was nothing wrong with your current partner. You two communicated well. She was sweet at times. The sex was … good.. enough… okay, closer to below satisfactory. But deep down you knew she was only there to fill in the gaping hole Ellie left in your heart. And you knew no one could ever replace, or replicate the pure love you two had for each other.

But you couldn't just throw what you have now away for someone who left you already.

So you turned to your girlfriend, sniffing and forcing a smile as you raised your arm, welcoming her to the conversation. She stood beside you like she normally does but it felt so wrong. But you wrapped your arm around her like you normally do, and she smiled at you like she always does, like Ellie used to always do.

“This is Lana, my girlfriend.” You swallowed thickly, turning back to see Ellie’s crushed expression. “Lana, meet Ellie.” You chose not to state your relationship status to her. Your partner greeted her with a warm smile, completely oblivious to her past relations with you since she was fairly new to Jackson. “Maria needs you to help finish the prep for the dance.” Lana stated clearly. There was nothing wrong with Lana, she was sweet to you but she was rather strict, maybe a little boring. You nodded before she pulled away promptly, like her loving gesture was a part of a script.

“Have you seen anyone else?” You asked Ellie, who was now fiddling with her fingers again.

“No, I just got here.” She answered. Her voice was soft, barely there, like if she spoke too loud the words would fall apart.

“Dina and Maria are inside.” You threw a hand back towards the general direction of the church. “If you want to talk to them you can come with me. We can catch up after I finish helping.” A small, forced smile played on Ellie’s face at your last words. You wanted to talk to Ellie so bad. There were so many things you wanted to say, things you wanted to know, but the only questioned that blared in your head was;

Why did she leave when she promised she never would?

You gripped Ellie’s freezing hand as the cold white snow crushed underneath your steps and she sent you a worried look before you pushed the church doors open. You two had been dating for the past two weeks and almost no one knew about it. Not that you needed everyone to know but Ellie had just confessed to feeling uneasy to be seen with you in public, unsure on how people would take it, or maybe how a certain person would take it. To which you replied ‘They have bigger fish to fry than two girls kissing.’

But here you were, walking into the winter dance, hand in hand with the love of your life and you couldn't be more proud. You smiled brightly enough for the both of you as the live music filled your ears and the warm string lights lit your face. You turned to Ellie, who’s look of doubt melted into a smile before turning back to see Dina and Jesse standing at the bar which you two made a beeline for.

“If it isn’t Jackson's new love birds.” Jesse joked, already passing Ellie a cup filled with whiskey, just how she likes it.

“Please, I had to give her a pep talk before we even held hands here.” You scoffed, waving your intertwined fingers in the air and earning a laugh from Dina.

“You guys are so cute. I like you way better than that Cat chick.” Dina half joked.

“I knew you didn't like her!” Ellie finally spoke.

“I'm taking that as a compliment.” You threw your free hand up.

“Trust me it is.” Dina leaned in close, a beautiful smile playing on her face and you couldn't help smiling brighter yourself.

“No it's not.” Ellie started again.

“Don't defend your ex. Learned that the hard way.” Jesse, thankfully, cut her off before she could dig herself a hole. You laughed watching her mouth drop and her face twist defensively before she sighed in defeat, taking a swig of her drink.

The only time you let go of her hand was when Dina invited you to dance, which you gladly took now that you had some alcohol in your system making your body feel loose. Ellie was too busy talking to Jesse about some new video game he found on patrol so you slipped away from her with a reassuring smile.

Dina always danced like no one was watching. She always moved so freely it was honestly relieving to be around her. And it helped that she was so supportive of you and Ellie's relationship. You laughed and twirled with her until your sides hurt and her face was red from laughing so hard. And maybe because you two were so rowdy the band played a slow song next and everyone around broke off into cuddled up couples.

So now here you were, standing in front of Ellie again as she leaned on the bar, smiling to you and you smiled back, reaching for her hand. She watched you, pure admiration on her face as you asked an empty question. “Wanna’ dance?” But you dragged her to the dance floor before she could answer, moving her arm to wrap around your waist and draping yours over her shoulders.

“Okay, which couple do you think is gonna’ last to the next dance?” Your smile grew as the question fell from your lips and Ellie scoffed.

“Definitely not Robbie and Caitlyn.” She nodded her head to the couple swaying awkwardly together, like their parents forced them to dance and you giggled.

“What? I can't see that at all.” Your voice oozed with sarcasm as you glanced around the room, searching for your next suspect. “I think Margot and Keith won't make it.”

“Aren't they married with a kid?”

“Well sure.” You laughed and she chuckled a bit. “I had a dream a while ago that he was gay and in love with Seth.”

“That sounds like a nightmare.” A belly laugh erupted from your lips, making you double over, pressing your forehead on Ellie's shoulder as you giggled and she joined in.

You couldn't describe the feeling you felt at that moment. Excited to be so in love with your fairly new girlfriend so quickly. Sure you guys were super close before but to now be together. It was a completely different feeling altogether. To be overwhelmed with the urge to protect and care for her. But to also be scared. So scared you'd lose her. Scared the world might steal her from you. Scared you wouldn't be enough to care for her, fulfill all her needs that you wanted more than anything to satisfy. Because being with Ellie gave you a whole new meaning to life. A new meaning that you never wanted to let go of.

And she was here holding you like she'd never let go. Your eyes met hers as her face melted into a look of longing but appreciative and you fell into the trance of her big mesmerizing green eyes. Your heart felt like it was going to crawl up your throat when she made the move to slightly lean into you. You knew what was coming, it was about damn time honestly. You and Ellie had been best friends for so long, secretly pining for each other so the sexual tension was enough to clear the room but both of you guys were too shy, too timid, too afraid to fuck up to make the first move. But you were tired of waiting.

Your hand cupped her jaw, guiding her lips to yours as you swallowed down the nervous jitters that were about to hurl out your mouth. Ellie didn't waste any time either, pulling your hips close to hers as she closed the distance, lips meeting yours in the most delightful way possible. It felt like the entire room went silent; the only sound was your heartbeat matching hers. If you were honest, you wish you could have paid more attention to how soft her lips were or how her hand ran up your spine as she tilted her head to deepen the kiss. The only thing you could think about was how perfect she was. How perfect you two were together. How she would forever bear your soul as she was now forever engraved in your heart. And you wanted nothing more than to stay by her side, no matter how painful it may be.

You pulled back, the sound of your lips smacking apart filling your ears as you stared back at her, smile tugging at the ends of her mouth.

One look at her and you could feel it, so passionate and full of fire it could burn the entire room down.

It's us against the world.

Ellie fingers grazed the bare skin of your lower back, the parts that your dress exposed. She watched you, studying your expression, trying her hardest to figure out what you were thinking in a moment like this.

You had finished the prep for the dance some time ago and Ellie had talked to both Maria and Dina before retreating to the bar to have a drink. You didn't know what her intentions were for coming back to Jackson but you decided to just enjoy her company while she was here and resume your normal life once she inevitably left.

Ellie's eyes trailed to you, watching as you spoke to your girlfriend, which pained her to acknowledge but she couldn't stop you from living your life however you wished. Sure, it was a little surprising but she shouldn't be feeling the twing of betrayal that was festering in her gut. Not after what she put you through, betrayal was the last thing she should be feeling right now. Her eyes darted to watch the brown liquid swirl in the cup cradled in her hand before taking another gulp, desperate to take her mind off the guilty feeling.

Across the room your girlfriend was telling you some shit that you could care less about. The relationship was so stale you could honestly break up with her right now. But you knew that'd be reckless. With Ellie in town your heart tugged to who it knew best, who it longed for but your mind knew you liked to remember the good parts. Forget the things you didn't want to acknowledge. The painful subjects that tarnished the relationship.

It still puzzled you; how you could be so madly in love with someone and become a stranger with them again. How your everything could say the things they said, act the way they acted, be unable to fix things because she was the glue that put you back together so you couldn't wrap your head around how the two of you couldn't fix this.

And it burned a hole in Ellie’s head ever since it happened. The scene playing over and over again that shattered the one thing she still had in life. You. She regretted the words she said more than anything but as she watched you now, mending yourself back together from knives she threw, it crossed her mind that maybe you guys weren't supposed to be together. Because you were so perfect to her, she felt her rage and grief ridden anger pour into your soul. And she wanted nothing more than to stop it, get away from you to keep you the pure angel she always knew, untainted by her past.

Maybe that's why she left that night to Seattle with Dina without telling you.

But now you were back in her arms. Because you dragged her to the dance floor, hand in hand like lovers at the winter dance, getting ready to share their first kiss. And you wrapped her arms around your waist as you leaned in close, and Ellie finally felt like she was home again. In almost two years she finally felt at peace in your arms.

“Guess who lasted?” You smiled at her, knowing she'd remember your running joke.

“Don't tell me Keith and Seth made it work out.” Her smile reflected yours, which was growing in size by the second. And as much as you didn't want to admit it, being back in Ellie’s arms was the most safe you'd felt in a really long time.

Your mouth dropped like Ellie had just told the most shocking secret of all time. “Ellie! Keith is happily married to Caitlyn! With kids! Get your mind out of the gutter!” You giggled, swaying to the music of the band and she also joined in, just like she used it. But her smile didn't quite reach her eyes, like she was holding on to something that wouldn't let her be happy. You studied her face again, wanting to burn it in your mind because after you two broke up you spent so much time trying to get rid of her face you forgot how beautiful it was.

“I really missed you, Y/n.” Ellie spoke softly but the words still felt like daggers. And she knew that she shouldn't be saying that but she really did miss you. So much.

“Ellie, what are you doing here?” You asked, ignoring the painful statement she just made and the swaying of your hips together slowed.

“I uh,” She paused, eyes darting around the room as she chewed the inside of her lip for a second. “I forgot something here. Something really important.”

“How important can it be if you left it for so long?” You questioned taking a guess on what she could have possibly left for almost two years.

“More important than she probably thinks she is.”

“Ellie,” You sighed now that she confirmed exactly what you were thinking and your heart sunk to your gut, swimming in the pool of emotions. “What do you want from me? I'm not going to leave all of this behind just because you missed me. That's not even fair.” You felt the anger bubbling in your throat, the painful memories of your breakup flooding your mind.

“I-” Ellie sputtered for a moment, desperately trying to search for the right words. “I'm not asking you to leave with me, Y/n. I just wanted to see you again.” Your arms fell from her shoulders, hands resting on her biceps that you could tell were more toned than you remembered.

“You don't get to do this Ellie. You can't just waltz back here saying ‘I miss you’ n’ shit when it's been years.” You tried to keep your voice hushed so the other couples swaying to the slow music around you couldn't hear but it was getting harder and harder by the second. Her hands fell from your waist and you took a step back. You glanced back at your girlfriend to see her bored, stale, unamused look on her face that never seems to leave and you felt absolutely no sense of comfort from it. It wasn't like looking at Ellie, you always felt an overwhelming sense of home when you looked at her but with your girlfriend you never felt that.

So you let your legs lead you. You walked, heart pounding out of your chest as your mind ran a million miles a minute. And you kept walking, feeling the wind brush your exposed legs, as gravel crushed under your heels.

Leave it up to Ellie to casually stroll back into your life after you finally mended your broken heart, like she just went out for a morning jog. Casually letting her arms wrap around your waist as she whispered sweet nothings into your ear like you two were lovers again. Knowing that you were always weak for her and you'd always be. You'd always be wrapped around her finger and her wrapped on yours. Because you two were soulmates, spirits wandering the earth waiting to finally meet each other and being inseparable ever since.

Up until Joel’s passing.

And your legs stopped, planting you at the cold, hard grave of Joel Miller, Jesse’s grave only a couple spots down. You sighed, hearing the tale tell footsteps of Ellie behind you.

Your lungs crushed as you frantically looked around for an exit as you walked close to the edge of the bombed store in the mall, overrun with WLFs. You glanced back to see Ellie, wide eyed and dripping with water before you pointed.

“Okay it's this way. We can get to the marina through here.”

“What? No, we're taking their boat.” Ellie shook her head before pointing back at the direction you assumed their boat was.

“You heard them right? They were talking about Tommy.”

She paused for a moment, eyes flickering between yours as she tried to rationalize her train of thought. “We don't know that.”

“Who else is it going to be?” Your voice dipped to speak in hushed tones as your brows furrowed.

“If it is him, he'd be gone by the time we get there. Abby is where he's headed so if we just-”

“Ellie, what if he's in trouble? We came here to get him.”

“He can take care of himself.”

“Jesus christ.”

“If you want to split up fine but if you do this, I'm not saving your ass again.”

“Are you serious right now? You would let me die over a fuckinh boat? You've got to be kidding me.” At the time you didn't know those words would sting as bad as they did, burning themselves into your memories. And you waited, hoping, praying Ellie would take it back. She'd say 'That's not what I meant.’ or ‘I didn't mean it like that.’ but they ever came. She only shrugged, face twisted like you was just supposed to be okay with that, almost baffled that you weren't.

“What the fuck.” You walked back, pacing for a second before she finally spoke up.

“Y/n, we should be going for Abby and you know it.”

“Dina is fucking pregnant Ellie! We have to go back to Jackson and you know it.”

She groaned, irritation growing quickly with the time ticking and opportunities going down the drain. “I don't have time for this.”

“You just said you'd let me die for a fucking boat.” You said breathlessly because there was no way she didn't deny it. You almost refused to believe she didn't take it back.

“You're just going to let her get away with it?” You looked up at Ellie, her expression grim. “She fucking killed Joel.”

“I want her dead as much as you do Ellie but you have to prioritize.” You walked up to her, your cold hands reaching out to grip her arms, hoping that might ground her. “You know I would follow you everywhere you go, to the moon and back, but are you going to put your friends life at risk - shit, your fucking girlfriend’s life at risk for revenge? Think about everyone you've hurt so far. The people we've killed already. If you keep going-”

“I don't care.”

Ellie’s sanity was slipping faster and faster, replaced by the pure fury of revenge. You knew why she wanted, so badly, to avenge Joel's death. You knew, but that didn't mean you could toss aside your morals and you honestly didn't think Ellie would either. The fact was; it was eating her alive and you could tell. Ellie would never put getting to Abby over your life. It was always you and her against the world and before this you thought you'd do anything for her and she was testing those limits. Part of you felt guilty, like you weren't doing enough but Ellie was on a path of fire, burning down everything she touched in her rage and you've never seen that side of her. You've never seen this side of her.

It was kinda hot for a while, watching her kill ruthlessly added fuel to your fire once you and Jesse caught up to them on the second day. Then it dipped into just being attractive to watch her, till she wasn't doing it to protect you anymore. The times where she would get so wrapped up in killing as many WLFs as possible, releasing her anger and paying no mind to where you were, then it started to get concerning. She was losing her purpose and right now proved it.

It was sad to watch honestly. It pained you knowing there was nothing you could say to get her to open her eyes to what she's doing. Nothing. You sighed, looking back at the boat and knowing how many people she’d have to kill to get it and you couldn't do it anymore. The last three WLFs begged for their life as you slit their throat and you watched one of them on their knees, crying, pleading, over and over and over, for Ellie to let them go. And she did it anyway.

You sighed, letting your hands cup her cheeks, hers met your wrists and you both knew what had just happened. Her cold eyes met yours as they melted, tears rimming her big round eyes but not enough to fall. You swallowed down the lump in your throat before you spoke again.

“Okay.” Your voice came out soft, trembling slightly. “I really hope you make it.” On the surface it seemed like you were wishing her well, hoping she was coming back to you alive and safe but you both knew she was losing herself. You hoped Ellie would make it through whatever hell she was bound to be faced with.

But Ellie never came back to you after Seattle. She was never really herself again, no matter how much you two tried to work it out she was just a shell of her former self. But you truly believed she was your soulmate and you'd still do anything for her, so you two tried. You tried so hard to let go of what happened in Seattle but it always felt like the relationship was strained, like a ticking time bomb.

A couple of days after Seattle, after you buried Jesse’s body, you and Ellie finally talked. And maybe it wasn't exactly the right time for a talk since she was too busy harboring all the guilt for the Seattle trip and you were mourning the loss of one of your best friends, survivor's guilt lingering in the shadows of your mind. But you two hadn’t spoken to each other since you got back and the air was always tense when you guys were together. Ellie didn't sleep at your place like she did when Joel died, because that was the only place she could actually get some rest for the first couple nights. Instead she stayed at Dina’s house, nursing her back to health and helping out with the pregnancy. You visited a couple of times but the aura around you two changed, now off-putting and uncomfortable, so you only came when she wasn't there.

Ellie had showed up to your house exactly four days after you guys got back, her face grim and lifeless, all the color drained from her cheeks and you could tell she hadn't been sleeping, not that you had much luck either.

“Me and Dina are leaving Jackson.” She announced to you and all you could do was blink at her.

“Do you want me to come?” You settled on asking, secretly hoping the answer you were anticipating didn't come.

“I think we need some time to ourselves.” She answered slowly like that was going to make the we-are-officially-breaking-up blow any softer. “I just can't think straight here. It's too painful.”

“Painful around me?” You rolled your tongue inside your cheek, avoiding eye contact with her.

“Painful - around everything.”

“Okay.” Your eyes burned from the tears that were threatening to roll down your face but you were tired of crying. You were tired of feeling so awful all the time.

“I love you Y/n.” Ellie started and you glanced to the floor, sniffing hard and biting down on the inside of your lip because for whatever reason that made it feel like you still had control of something. “Yeah,” The word fell from your lips and you swore they weren't even yours. “I know.” Your voice shaky as you finally made eye contact with her red rimmed ones. She wasn't crying so you swallowed back your tears, blinking them away.

“I hope you find what you're looking for Ellie.” Was the last thing you said to her and you thought maybe it's for the best. Maybe you were wrong and she wasn't your soulmate. Maybe she was just put in your life to teach you what love really was and if that was the case she did her job, and she did it extremely well.

Because you loved her so much you almost hated her.

So maybe that's why you felt so confused when you saw her again. Maybe that's why your thoughts were a whirlpool of emotions that left you feeling everything all at once, after not having to put much thought into everything else, helping people, doing what Maria asked of you, dating the most bland woman on planet earth. It was all easy, so simple you didn't have to think anymore. Ellie coming back into your life made you think. It made all of those wonderful, exhilarating moments where you felt the most alive you've ever felt rush back into your mind. But right now you didn't want to think. You wanted to know.

“Did you ever find it?” You asked, seemingly to the open air around you as your fingers grazed the cold concrete of the grave labeled ‘Joel Miller’.

“Yeah.” Ellie's voice called back and you turned around to finally meet her pained eyes again. She truly had the most mesmerizing face you've ever seen, even when it's twisted so joylessly.

“Was it worth it? Are you happy?” The questions came rushing out your mouth like a broken dam, releasing all the blood from the open wounds she left.

“No.” She stepped closer, “I should of never left you Y/n, I'm sorry. I just couldn't do it, I couldn't face you after Seattle.” You chewed on the inside of your cheek as you pondered if you really wanted to ask your next question.

“Do you still love me?” You couldn't look at her. You couldn't look at the face of who you longed for, for years, and ask if they loved you because you really couldn't tell if you wanted to know that answer. You didn't know how you'd react if she said no. Truthfully, you knew fully how much it would shatter your soul but the question was already in the air and the seconds that passed felt like hours before she responded.

“There wasn't a day that passed that I didn't think of you. I love you so much, you can't even understand.” Ellie spoke and her voice faltered a bit.

“You know what's crazy? I would toss everything I've built, the things I love, to be by your side again.” This time tears really did start running down your cheeks and you remembered, strangely enough, how warm they are. How warm tears hold enough comfort to make you unravel, feeling bare and vulnerable by a simple stream of water on your cheek.

“You shouldn't do that. I shouldn't of come here. You have a life. It was selfish of me to-”

“But I want to. I want to leave with you. I would want nothing more than to leave with you right here, right now Ellie.” You spoke but emotions are such a strange thing, your tears started rolling faster, so fast you had to take a second to catch your breath. “I spent so much time trying to forget about you, get your face outta’ my head, stop having those stupid words repeat over and over. And for some reason as soon as I saw you again it was like my body just knew.”

Ellie’s warm, familiar hand rested on your shoulder and you turned back to her, letting your body step close. Her arms wrapped around you, like they always do, and you melted in her hold, like you always do. She sniffed against you and you thought about how this world is cruel and unfair but you would run around it twice to just stay here in Ellie’s arms.

“Where are you planning on going?” Your voice was muffled into her shoulder.

“I don't know. Anywhere but here.” She let out a tight, airy laugh.

“So we're just gonna roam the earth together?”

“I don't really care where we go as long as you're with me.”

“Did Santa Barbara make you more sappy or something?” You laughed, leaning away from her to see her pink flushed cheeks which only made you laugh even more. You'd think after you travel all this way to see your lover again you wouldn't get flustered so easily but that was Ellie. It's always been Ellie.

“Oh come on, it's been like two years since I've seen you!” Her smooth, soft laughter filled the air along with yours. “So uh, what about Lana?”

“I doubt she'd even noticed I ran off with you.” Your stomach twisted thinking about the aftermath of the reckless stunt you were about to pull with Ellie but at this point you didn't even care.

“Really? She seems a little - uh-,”

“Strict? Boring? Stickler for the rules?” You cheesed, already knowing Ellie’s thoughts, not that it was that hard to figure out.

“How did you even end up with her?” She chuckled, letting her arms fall from your back as she turned back to the graveyard.

“I dunno, a distraction maybe? She’s got nothing on you though.”

“Well I could of told you that.”

“So what stopped you? In Santa Barbara, I mean. With Abby.” You asked and she sighed, visibly slouching as she looked over Joel's grave again.

“I thought if I killed her I could finally forgive myself. I mean- she was hanging on a fucking pillar and I was still thinking about how if I do this, I can finally come back to Jackson, finally sleep, or talk about Joel again. Or get to see you.” A soft, nostalgic smile rested on her lips before she frowned again. “I dunno’. Back in Seattle you looked at me, like you didn't even recognize me and on the beach I thought about Joel. He used to tell me,” She started waving her hands around. “Things happen and we move on.’ and I would think about how stupid that was.”

You wanted to make a comment about how impulsive she was for not listening to the wise old man's words, or how you wanted to murder Tommy when you were told he went to tell Ellie where Abby was, but you sat quietly instead, nodding your head to encourage her to keep talking. “But he was right. Things happen and we move on because if you don't, you'll never recognize yourself again. Would of been nice for him to add that part on, maybe I would of listened.” She scoffed.

“No you wouldn't.” You smiled, a short chuckle falling from your lips.

“I said maybe.” Her smile reflected yours.

“You still haven't learned your lesson of wearing canvas sneakers in the snow.’

“It happened like, twice.”

“El, it happened like five times. I know because I was a little impressed your toes didn't have frostbite. “

“Well, be prepared to be even more impressed because I lost my boots a while ago.”

“Oh my god. We are finding you another pair.”

“I think I've been doing pretty well so far.”

“What is wrong with you?” Your cheeks hurt from how hard you were smiling and you watched, under the soft light of the lamp post, Ellie’s unforgettable dimple pop out for the first time in forever.

You honestly couldn't understand love. You couldn't understand how someone could be so perfect for you in all the right ways and still leave them because of the small things. You couldn't understand how for some reason, some strange, bizarre, stupid reason it was all worth it. Everything you and Ellie went through, the aftermath, the experiences, the tears, the adrenaline rush, the fall, the arguments, the makeups, the makeouts, it all had this way of twisting the dark, cruel world around you and turning it into the most beautiful, breathtaking place. Because that's what love did. It confused you. It made you think. It changed you, in ways you couldn't imagine.

And there was a girl feeling the same exact way you were, although she would never say it but you knew her like the back of your hand. Which was weird because humans are supposed to be unpredictable, but for whatever reason you always knew Ellie. You always understood her. You always wanted to stay by her side.

“Promise to stay by my side?” Your hand met hers, fingers curling in between hers and she smiled back at you.

“Always.” Her other hand reached for your cheek as she placed a quick, sweet kiss to your forehead because she knew you always loved those.

“I’ll never leave you again.”

I hope you guys enjoyed this as much as i did, truly one of my favorites lol. Also i feel like Ellie really isn't one of much words, hence why she journals all the time so with that being said i didn't know how much she would really say about her thought process in SB???? Bc i could fully go into a essay about that chapter but i doubt she would actually tell ppl about it? Idk just an observation. Sorry theres no smut in this one, kinda wasn't the right time lol but im working on a couple :))