#I wrote this forever ago on my first day of living in my car

[mulholland-driver]

Nomad's Lament

I breathe in sun, Now I breathe out ice. And I wish I could be enjoying The familiar aroma of pumpkin spice.

But I can't.

Because I'm numb And I'm torn Didn't ask To be born, And I'm cracking My teeth Between smokes.

But I'm stoked

For the scantily clad life That awaits me Because all this time, I've only been trying To Escape Me. To break free From this life And this town And its staunch crowd That Hates Me.

My teachers The stress My parents The mess I held on And I bent And I broke.

But I meant Every word I've written Since the day you came. Finding myself smitten With each vowel in your name.

A-E-I-O You are all I think about, Even though I'm just Queen of the concrete now.

Homeless, day one Still feels like A freedom run. All alone, I am Second To None.

[eloquentlytired]

— when the time comes

pairing: old man!logan howlett x gn! reader

word count: no idea but this one isn't very long.

part two is out!

tags: major character death — angst — reader is logan’s sunshine — mention of blood & wounds — logan low-key proposing 5 seconds before he dies — non established relationship

author's note: this has been on my mind since 2 days ago so I had to do it now.. I hope you guys enjoy reading this heartbreak! and yes I wrote this after watching Logan (2017) again. just a bit of an alternative type of ending so I can write abt logan x reader! as always reblogs & likes & conversations are sooo welcome ^_^

god stood me up

and I don't know why

lights are on

but nobody's home

you find him leaning against a tree trunk, a chunk of wood piercing his sides open as blood soaks through his shirt. that isn't the only wound he's sporting but it's the most evident one; the one that'll possibly lead him to his demise.

logan blinks upon noticing you as if he's just seeing things or dreaming. when you crouch down beside him and place your hand on his arm, he realizes exactly just how real you are. “logan?” there are tears in your eyes and he hates that you're crying because of him again. you had been living with him, charles and caliban way before it all turned to shit. and somehow the only ones left standing were laura and you. and the kids that logan had managed to save; he truly had saved so many lives.

there's a silence aside from his heavy breathing before your shaky hands cup his face. the blood flows out of his wound and mouth like a river. in some way you're bleeding too — inside your heart. “hey sunshine.” logan whispers with a soft smile and you feel something tear your chest apart from the inside. “I made you cry again.” you see the way his hand twitches by his side. he wants to touch you but he's old and tired and wounded. there's no energy left in him to move anymore. “the kids are okay, laura is okay— I have the car and..and there's still time— the hospital—” your voice trails off when logan closed his eyes.

“you know what makes me angry, sunshine?” logan asks and you simply stare at him, shaking your head. when he opens his eyes again, they are full of unshed tears. “gonna miss my daughter’s first birthday with me—” logan mutters brokenly and the vision of laura swims beneath his half-opened eyelids. and after laura there is you; smiling. at the beach. you've always wanted to go to the beach with him but he never took you since he was working day and night to take care of everything. of everyone. “and i’m also gonna miss my sunshine.” his eyes fall on you, on your crying face. the tears sliding down your cheeks are plenty and there is so much emotion pooling in those orbs of yours. logan wants to kiss you, tell you it'll be alright. but he can’t even move.

he coughs, some blood spluttering on his white shirt and you flinch. your fingers shake as you slide them through his messy hair, stroking them in the way he’s always loved. “logan, I'm sorry...I— I'm so sorry logan..” you keep chanting and logan feels the frustration in his bones when he tries to move his arms. he can't, he's too weak now, and he's angry with himself that he's unable to comfort you the way he wants. the way he once could but never did. “not you nor the entire world could ever prevent this, sunshine. it was meant to be like this.” he says before coughing again, more blood trickling down his beard.

you crawl by his side, on the dirty ground, and press against his ‘good’ side while leaning your head on his shoulder. you tilt your head back enough for your eyes to reach his exhausted face. logan maintains a smile you haven't seen in forever. in damn years to be precise. “charles spoke to me of other timelines and some shit about— multiverse was it?” he pauses, taking a deep breath. “I don't fucking know. I just wanted him to take the damn pills.” his sentence makes both of you laugh although logan is holding back with that — it'll only cause more physical pain after all. “point is..if it's true then—”

“—we gotta find each other yeah? and laura.” his eyes aren't on you anymore but they're in the sky. it's bluer than ever and the clouds part to show him the sun. logan doesn't look away even if it makes his eyes ache. you stare. “wanna make it right, sunshine.” he tells you as you sniffle by him. his fingers flinch again between your bodies and you slide a single hand down to hold his own, to intertwine your fingers in a gentle mess. “but for now I want to rest.” logan whispers and your grip tightens around his hand. if he had the strength, he'd squeeze back. you knew this.

“you did excellent.” you finally manage to say, a little steadier this time. logan averts his gaze to you as you continue. “you did a good job. you did such a good job.” you repeat with a smile so soft that logan starts yearning for you already. his faint chuckle turns into a rough cough and he takes some time to recover before speaking again.

“maybe after I rest, I'll open my eyes and..” you watch as logan’s eyes begin closing and how the heaving of his chest slows. he's deathly pale by now, the veins underneath his eyes are prominent, but your grip never slackens. you crawl closer until your foreheads touch. logan draws one last breath and you swallow down your cry. “and I'll see my daughter. and my... spouse.” your eyes shoot open wide but logan’s remain fallen shut. your chest heaves up and down intensely but logan’s remains still.

when the time comes, your feet are forcefully dragging you away towards your old car while logan lies beneath the ground.

[emmafrostdefender]

crush | logan howlett x female reader

hi everyone! i wrote this for fun. it'll probably turn into a series of small chapters while i write my more hefty logan fic. i hope you guys enjoy!

warnings: reader's kinda horny i guess, sexy man, based on crush by ethel cain, 1.5k words (i wrote this in like an hour)

You’d seen him around town. 

At the laundromat with the blinking fluorescent lights. At the dingy bar around the corner from the laundromat. At the gas station, filling up the tank of his red truck.

You never thought to say hi, never to engage with him in any way. 

He created such a stir when he first arrived. No one moved to your town unless something was truly wrong with them. Most of the men had leering gazes and dangerous intentions, but not him. Never him. You were in his vicinity frequently, but never once did he attempt what many others had. All failures, of course.

You lived contently in your grandmother’s old home, moving there after her cancer took a turn for the worst a few months ago. When she passed away quickly after that, she left the house to you and you decided to keep it. It still smelled like cigarettes, the stench burned into the walls and carpet, but the smell reminded you of childhood trips to Kansas. Those trips were scorched to the back of your eyelids, forever being replayed. Everything was the same as when you were a child; the small Mexican restaurant, the old movie theater, the arcade that closed seven years ago.

 Now, you sat behind the counter at the small antique shop you spent most of your days in. It was quaint, filled to the brim with every kind of knick-knack you could think of. There were crates filled with records and CDs, most scratched or completely unplayable. There were pieces of furniture, dusty mirrors, moth-eaten upholstery, chipped paint jobs, and broken hinges. The bookshelves that lined the walls of the store were stacked with books. You’d taken a few home in the past, knowing that they wouldn’t be missed.

And the clothes. There were racks on racks of vintage clothes. Most were out of fashion (even for the time they were made) or damaged. Still, you liked to play dress-up every so often. 

The job was boring and mundane, but it paid the bills. The family who owned the store didn’t seem to have time to keep up with the place, so you managed the inner-workings of it.

Today, you watched cars go by, wondering when would be the best time to cut your losses and close for the day. Some days you managed to get more than a few browsers, but today was not one of those days. You had one person come in around lunch, but they looked for about five minutes before heading out.

Your mind wandered as you watched people walk by the storefront.

You thought of him. The man you saw everywhere. The man who never spoke to you, not even to say, “Excuse me.”

The man that just walked through the front door.

Eyes widening, you sat up straighter and calmed your heartbeat that suddenly thundered in your ears. “Welcome in! Everything with a blue tag is sixty percent off today,” you said with a bright smile.

He simply looked over at you and then continued his perusal. 

You deflated. Harsh.

As he walked around the store, you felt like a live-wire. Every creak of the floorboards sent your heart spinning in your chest. You hadn’t felt like this about a man since you still called men boys. Being in your late twenties, that meant a very long time.

You grabbed a box of donations from the back room and moved to the floor to start stocking items on the shelves. You rationalized your decision to suddenly start restocking items after having a full day to do so by telling yourself that if you looked busy, he might feel inclined to buy something. You could nearly feel your nose growing by the second at that thought.

Moving through the rows of shelves and assorted items was second nature to you at this point, knowing where everything went in this mess of a store. You conveniently moved to the side of a shelf that viewed his aisle through gaps in the many items strung about. As you placed a silver mirror on the shelf, your gaze moved to watch his face on the other side of the rack. He was stunning.

You hadn’t had much time to analyze him; it was only small glances here and there in the time he’d been around. Now, you took your time. He was looking at an old book, bound in red fabric. It looked as if it had seen the bottom of a sewer. Luckily, he seemed to be making a careful inspection of the text, giving you enough time to look him over.

He was beautiful in a rugged kind of way. He looked like he worked with his hands; they were large and rough, with calluses around the fingers. His knuckles were prominent with sharp edges. You wondered what he did for a living. Did he move here to get away from city life? Was he a runaway circus performer? You internally smacked yourself in the head for the stupid thought. 

He’d probably make the circus look sexy, though.

He had a large figure hidden by a flannel and white t-shirt. His attire pointed to him being a worker of the land. A farmer, maybe. That would check out with the truck you'd seen him driving around in. Always covered in mud with logs of wood piled high in the back. 

His hair was a rich brown and you wanted to dig your fingers into it. You wanted to feel his beard against your skin.

What the hell is wrong with me?

You don’t have sex for so long that your brain goes fuzzy at the idea of a stranger’s beard scratching your neck. God. Get a grip.

You straighten your back and continue restocking things. Play it cool.

Soon, you fell into the rhythm of it, nearly forgetting the other person in the room. You moved to the bookshelves, loading more books onto the already strained wood. People really needed to stop donating things to you and start actually buying things. You’d be out of business by next summer. 

As soon as you realized you needed to go back to the stock room to grab another box, you heard a grunt behind you. You nearly jumped out of your skin. You dropped the box you were holding and faced the man. Your mystery man.

He was so close, you could smell him. He smelled like smoke and sweat. You felt yourself salivate.

You looked him in the eyes for the first time. “Do you need help?” You asked quietly, scared that he’d run off if you spoke too loud, like a wounded animal. 

“How much for this?” He asked, keeping your gaze. His voice was smooth.

You looked down to his hands, which were holding the book he had been examining earlier. “It doesn’t have a price tag?”

He shook his head. 

Now you felt like you were being held under a microscope. The way his eyes ran over your face made you go red; you hadn’t felt this flustered because of a man in a long time. 

“Okay, I can check at the front,” you said, keeping your quiet tone.

He just grunted again and followed as you led him to the register. You had a book of all the prices for things so that you could properly mark them. If you didn’t have the vague feeling that you were going to explode at any moment, you’d know off the top of your head the price of that tiny book. It was about the size of his hand, making you bite the inside of your cheek. 

You opened the book and searched for the page with book prices. When you found the page, you ran your finger down the list.

Small = $1.99

When you looked up at him, you jumped a little. He was looking at you with such intensity, you’d thought he was going to have an aneurysm. It made your cheeks flush again, but you cleared your throat and said, “It’s $1.99. With tax, it’ll be $2.30.”

He nodded, putting the book down on the counter as he reached for his wallet. You read the book title: Frankenstein. “I love Mary Shelley,” you said as you reached for a brown paper bag. 

He looked at you, his expression not revealing anything.

For some reason, you decided to keep talking. “It’s such a perfect analysis of ‘how far is too far’ in science and experimentation. I loved reading it in high school, I think you’ll really enjoy it,” you said, not particularly needing a response. 

He placed the exact change due on the counter and looked you in the eyes as he said, “Thank you.”

Your heart fluttered. “You’re welcome…” You trailed off, hoping to God that he’d tell you his name.

He thought about it for a moment. “It’s Logan.”

You smiled. “I’m glad you stopped by, Logan.” You introduced yourself. It would be nice to have another person to say ‘hi’ to on the street. And you imagined he was thinking the same thing.

His face didn’t jump into a smile, but it didn’t look as harsh as it did when he first walked in. 

And so began your crush on the stoic man who moved to town.

[p1a9u3]

PeepHole Ch.1: Moving Day

Masterpost Ch.1 - Ch.2 Pairing: Dylan Matthews x Fem Oc

Rating: 18+ (mdni)

Genre: Neighbors/Strangers to Lovers, Smut, Angst, Fluff, Slow-burn

Summary: Moving isn't as exciting as Amoya thought, plus she may have pissed off her new neighbor.

Words: 3.2k

Warnings: (This story takes place in 2024) Mental illness (anxiety, ocd), Violent intrusive thoughts, Language, Age gap (5years), Using phone while driving

Status: Unedited

Author note: This is the first fic that I've ever posted, I've written before but I've never finished anything and published it so don't tear me to shreds, please. I chose to make an oc instead of just writing as a reader mainly because I made a whole character in my head before I wrote this so I decided to just make her an oc, if you would like a post going more into this oc of mine feel free to ask (I might post it anyway because I like her), there is no smut in this chapter btw. Please give me feedback and suggestions, constructive criticism, etc. Don't be a bitch about it though...please. I'm thinking of making this a series POSSIBLY, but I procrastinate a lot so that may never happen. To my fellow troublemakers hopefully, I do Dylan justice and my writing is at least a little bit accurate to his personality. Still, to be fair I'm a fairly new troublemaker having only found out about this man a few weeks ago, so if something isn't accurate please correct me...politely. He's become my new hyper fixation so when I saw there aren't really any fics about him I decided I should make my own so here we are. Anyway with that being said Enjoy <3. Update: Dylan is barely in this chapter

Monday, February 26, 2024 Time: 8:30AM Moving out was less relieving than you thought it would be. Having been by your mother's side for almost all your life, you'd gotten comfortable always having someone around.

'You can't live with your parents forever'

People would remind you whenever the topic of anyone's living situation would be brought up. Being twenty-seven and still living with your mother wasn't something you wanted to keep telling people, no one would take you seriously. Though your mother never pushed for you to move out, never mentioned it actually. You think you know why. You never say anything though, so you deal with the slight embarrassment, and ignore the judgmental stares you get whenever someone brings it up.

'They don't know our relationship'

More excuses you make up to justify your obstinance; and to mask the anxiety you're feeling as finish up packing your U-Haul. You had finished packing your stuff from your shared apartment and were now finishing the few boxes you had in storage. Now in the elevator mustering up the strength to carry the last two boxes back down to the truck. Grabbing the lock you had left on the floor, you place it on top of one of the boxes and stack the box onto the second one, bending down and lifting with a soft grunt. Long strides carrying you to the elevator, you push the down button with your foot. The doors open soon after, you step inside setting the boxes down as you push the bottom floor and wait. Pushing off the wall as the doors open you pick up the boxes once again, you quickly load them up into the U-Haul before grabbing the padlock from on top of the box, and then heading to the front desk of the storage building.

"Here, the unit is clean and empty." You smile at the woman as she takes the lock and keys with a thank you.

Turning on your heels you walk back to your U-Haul giving everything a once-over before locking it all up, now turning your attention to the hitch attached to the back of the Truck where your precious car is hitched too. It was a black and cherry red 1993 Nissan 240SX with a red interior, you had seen it while driving with your mom past a repair shop when you were 25, back then it had no windshield or wheels. You won't lie and say you fixed it yourself but you did invest all the money you had at that time to fix it up and color it how you wanted; you still would say it was worth it. Checking the hitch and chains attached to the bottom of the car making sure everything was set and ready.

"Everything looks good?" Your mother said making you jump

"Yah! A warning ma, please! And yes everything looks good, I packed up the last two boxes and returned the keys and lock to the front desk while you were in the bathroom." You let out a breath calming your heart from the scare you just had, your mom snickering next to you. You turn to her rolling your eyes playfully as you walk to the front of the truck, your mom following behind you.

"Good, let's get on the road." Your mom hops into the passenger seat and rolls down the window. "I wanna get home by Wednesday."

You climb into the driver's seat, buckling your seatbelt then checking your mirrors. You two had agreed on driving to your new apartment, taking turns every 5 hours, once you got there she'd help you unload and unpack on Tuesday, and your mom would then fly back to New Orleans on Wednesday. The more you think about it the more you feel yourself panic a bit.

"Okay."

Time: 9:00AM Starting the car, you let out a breath putting the car in drive and pulling out of the parking lot of the storage building. You could tell your mom was trying to keep herself calm by the way she would rub her right thigh with her right hand, it was a nervous tick she passed down to you. Unfortunately, you were just as nervous, so you decided to turn on the playlist you and your mom made while eating the night before, mixes of all kinds of genres put into one playlist to keep you both entertained during the drive. Pulling off the main road and merging onto the freeway, you glance over to your mom to see her smiling wide looking back at you. She has that look in her eyes, you know it well.

"Its happening ma." You smile back at your mom then look back to the road

Your mother places her hand on your thigh, letting out a long sigh and a soft squeeze before returning it back to her own lap. You see her wipe a single tear from your peripheral; you don't acknowledge it. She'll start bawling the second you tell her not to cry. So you pretend not to see it and start singing along to Erykah Badu, your mom turns the music up a bit and starts singing along too. You smile to yourself as you glance out your side window, watching as familiar buildings pass by in a blur, You think you'll miss this place. No, you know you will, but a part of you is kinda excited, relieved almost. You've silently always longed to live on your own, but another part of you calls you selfish for even wanting that until now

'How could want to leave your mother'

You know it's normal to want to move out of your parent's home, every grown adult has to move out at some point, and twenty-seven is a perfectly normal age to do so, You wanted to move when you were twenty-four. Hell, some people live with their parents till they are far in their thirties.

'But you know your mother may need you right'

All your brothers have moved out, they are doing good on their own, and you're the only one left. It was only a matter of time; you tell yourself. Your mom will be fine, she's dating a new man who treats her great and takes care of her. Hell he tried to hire a moving crew to move all your stuff, but you wanted to do it yourself and your mom wasn't going to let you drive almost halfway across the country by yourself.

'you could've found a place closer to her you know'

Phoenix, Arizona. You chose Phenix simply because it was affordable for you and close to LA, your mom agreed it was a good choice. There is work in LA, California is just so expensive, so you chose the next best thing. The apartment is nice from what you saw as well, one bedroom, two baths with a study. It was perfect for you.

Time: 11:23AM The drive was going well so far, your mother eating a bag of chips she packed along with all the other snacks and drinks. You were eating a Honeybun, one of your favorite snacks, and drinking water. Your mom had turned off the music and started watching YouTube with mostly commentary so you could listen and drive, Right now a video was playing talking about some ice cream drama in North Dakota. Author note: if you watched this video featuring Dylan is in Trouble, I know it's technically in the future but I don't care, this is all fake anyway. You found it interesting and kinda funny, laughing every now and then when your mom would pause to add her opinion. About two-thirds of the way into the video you glance down at the screen, there are two guys now instead of one, and one of them is wearing glasses, you glance back down looking at the title of the video 'Insane Local Ice Cream Shop Drama (w/ Dylan Is In Trouble)' You made a mental note of the second guy's name for later, his voice was nice you told yourself, he was also fine as fuck. You leaned your seat back as far as it would go, which wasn't very far, getting comfortable. You still have two more hours left to drive.

Time: 12:35PM Your mom had fallen asleep about ten minutes ago, YouTube was still playing, The next video had been the same guy as before. You looked down for a second, looking at the title of the video that had been playing for about fifteen minutes. 'Guessing Finales After ONE Episode (ft. Dylan Is In Trouble)' You smile to yourself a bit recognizing the name at the end of the title, you let the video play just listening to the guy talk for ten more minutes. You caught yourself smiling again when you recognized the second guy's voice as he joined in for the rest of the video, you took a sip of your water glancing down at the video, seeing him pop on screen whenever he had something to say

"he's funny." You mutter to yourself quietly, thinking out loud.

The video had ended and your lips fell back into their original position, as an ad played before the next queued-up video, you looked down at your GPS. 1322 miles to go; you let out a sigh.

'200 miles closer to leaving you mom'

She was helping you unpack, so you technically wouldn't be leaving her really. If anything she was leaving you since she had to fly back home. You prop your left elbow on the open window, your left hand holding the steering wheel, and your right hand comes down to your thigh, rubbing small circles back and forth.

'What happens if Devon goes back home'

Your oldest brother Devon was working at a mental facility. He was on his medication and was doing good, he managed to get a job there and has been making decent money. He was doing fine, He is doing fine.

'What if he stops taking his medication again.'

They will keep tabs on him, they know his habits, his symptoms, He is fine.

'Has another episode and gets out'

That wouldn't happen. He's fine

'He'll be there when mom gets back'

No.

"Hes gonna ki-'

-beep! beep! beep!-

Time: 2:00PM Your mom's alarm goes off, making you jump a bit. Reaching over to turn it off, your mom moans a bit as she wakes up from her short nap, stretching her arms a bit as she yawns.

"Jeste li spremni za promjenu." she yawns out, going for a sip of her water ( translation: Are you ready to switch)

Your mother's Croatian tends to slip when she's just woken up, or delirious. You nod your head looking at the next exit sign to find a gas station, spotting a Love's off the side of the freeway. Slipping off the freeway you pull up to the gas station before parking next to a pump.

"Bathroom?" You look over at your mom, she nods, unbuckling her seatbelt and hopping out of the truck, you do the same.

You both enter opposing stalls to relieve yourselves of all the water you had been drinking, washing your hands after. Your mother heads back to the truck to pump the gas as you browse the aisles for any extra snacks, spotting a honeybun you instinctively grab one, then two, and head to the cashier. You place your honeybuns on the counter and then look up at the cashier who seems to be invested in something on her phone, she wasn't wearing headphones phone volume at maybe thirty percent, you could hear what she was watching. You recognize the voice, the cashier finally looks up from her phone quickly apologizing for not paying attention.

"Oh I'm so sorry, will this be all" She quickly rings up the two honeybuns.

"No you're fine, that'll be it actually." You dismissively wave your hand pulling out your wallet to pay.

Looking down you notice her phone, she had put it on the counter, and the video on it had been paused but on the screen was that guy again, though it seemed to be a video of his own this time. You pull out some cash and hand it to the young woman behind the counter, she takes the cash, counts it, and then goes to get your change.

"No, it's fine, keep the change" Flashing a smile then grabbing your honeybuns you take another glance at the women's screen before it turns off from being left alone for too long.

Opening the passenger seat door, you climb into the seat buckling yourself in. Pulling out of the gas station your mom pulls off back onto the freeway continuing your journey. You pull out the bag you had brought for little activities, pulling out your book of choice. You had splurged at a Barnes and Noble a few weeks before you began packing, picking up a bunch of books you had either heard good things about or had been wanting to read. Red Rising was one of the books, it was also the one you were currently holding.

"I'm gonna put my headphones on, so you can listen to whatever you want." You tell your mom as you put your headphones on and pull out your phone.

You had gotten the book on Audible a while back and wanted to read and listen at the same time. Pressing play you turn to the first chapter and begin reading as the narrator spoke. Your mom seemed to have put music on, you could feel the bass as she turned up the volume and began singing along.

Time: 10:56PM Hours had passed, it was your turn now with two hours left till your next switch. Your mother was knocked out, lightly snoring as you drove in silence, you had stopped reading once you had switched. You also decide to put off reading it until you were moved in, the book had grabbed your attention, so much so, that you wanted to be able to focus on it solely; so you chose to wait. You had a couple hundred miles left to go and things were sinking in more as you drove silently. Your mind doing its usual thing, making you worry about things that most likely won't happen, even if it did, you know it wouldn't be your fault. You couldn't help but think maybe it would be though, it was a dumb thought but you couldn't help it

'What was that guys name again'

Your brain blanked for a second, random but ok, your brain goes back to the YouTube video your mom had been watching, that cashier was watching him as well. Dylan is in Trouble, you wonder what kind of videos he makes, most likely commentary. You pull your phone out glancing down and go to YouTube, you use the voice to text and hold your phone up to your mouth.

"Dylan is in trouble"

You press search, going back and forth between looking at your phone and watching the road. You look down to find his channel, press his icon, and scroll through some of his videos. Movie commentary is what you mostly see, occasionally you'd spot something different, you decided you'd dive into his channel later when you weren't driving.

Time: 5:00AM You were in the driver's seat, you had let your mom sleep more after she had been driving for about three hours. She was up now though, you could tell things were starting to catch up to her again. She was fidgeting a lot more now, well so were you, she looked very tense. She helped you find this apartment, but you assume she wants to see the neighborhood for herself, in person, wants to see how good the security is and what the neighbors are like. It's only natural, she's a mother and her only daughter is moving twenty hours away from her. You look down at your phone, your GPS says you are pulling up now, you look around the area, it was very nice, wasn't too far from the city. You spot the complex to the left, it was pretty big with multiple sections with apartments, you were building three, kind of in the middle of everything. You pull into the complex parking in front of the leasing office to speak to your landlord and to get your keys, your mom comes with you of course, sizing everything up.

"Hi welcome to Arts District Apartments, it's Amaya correct, my name is George?" An old-looking man stands from his desk, his hand reaching out to shake yours

"Thank you, George, it's Amoya actually" You reach out and shake his hand with a smile.

You two talk a bit about the complex and its rules etc. Your mom chimed in every now and then to ask her questions. Before you know it you're unloading the truck into your new apartment, you're realizing now that you didn't have as much stuff as you thought. The last thing you had left was your bed, you and your mom had been doing well with just the two of you, but after you two had gotten the mattress inside your mother's back began to bother her. Now you had your bed frame, you told your mom to relax for now and that you could get the frame up yourself. Partial lie, you previously took apart the bed frame and so there were mainly long pieces that weren't too heavy except the backboard, that thing was heavy as fuck, luckily you had a dolly at the storage building to help you carry it out, but now you have to carry it to the elevator and down the hall. You managed to get it down from the truck, and from there you lifted it and sped walked to the elevator, almost dropping the bed frame on your foot as you set it down to push the button. The doors had closed on you twice as you tried to pick the frame back up and lift it into the elevator, but alas you made it, now on the third floor and outside the elevator. You took pride in your body, you considered yourself strong, regularly went to the gym, and you would say your legs were the strongest part of your body, with that being said, you tried to make as little noise as possible since it was still early in the morning, you lost your footing. You were almost there, your door being right in front of you; but you fell. Landing on the door behind you hitting your head with a very loud thud.

"Bumbo." You whisper yelled at yourself in Jamaican as you set the frame down and leaned off of the door. (translation: Fuck)

Holding the frame upright you walk around it reaching for your door, the frame slipping from your fingers and falling against your neighbor's door again. You prayed that your new neighbor was either a very deep sleeper or wasn't home right now, though maybe you didn't pray hard enough. You lift the bed frame from your neighbor's door, getting your phone to get your mom to hold the door open for you so you can slide it the rest of the way inside. Stopping, you hear the door behind you click open. Your bed frame blocked your view of whoever had stepped out, but you could hear him.

Ch.1 - Ch.2

Updated Author note: Hopefully this was an enjoyable first chapter or part. The apartment is just a random apartment complex I saw on Zillow, everything in this is all fictional besides the YouTube videos and things that are obviously real. Anyway, I have decided to make this a series, I've gone into too much detail on little things like Amoya's intrusive thoughts and all that, and it'd be a waste to shorten and delete half of what I put and speed through everything, Amoya's intrusive thoughts and anxiety is a trait I added from myself, so you'll notice a lot of internal thinking and scenarios she makes up in her head. Hopefully, the idea is as cool as what I thought of in my head. If this does well, I will upload the other chapters one after the other, If it does bad I'll just delete everything, but please be patient I procrastinate a lot and I want the writing to be good. Please be honest and let me know how you all feel about this, if you like the writing, the main character, the pacing, the storyline, length, anything, and everything, I need criticism but don't be a bitch about it.

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Joel Miller x f!reader: Burnout

Forgot to post the next chapter of So It’s Gonna Be Forever due to a huge burnout so instead I wrote this.

Summary: Reader is suffering from a huge burnout in which everything becomes overwhelming such as her senses but fiancé Joel is there to save the day. (I don’t think this has a medical term but this is purely from personal experience so I may be wrong.)

Warnings: Mentions of panic attack or similar event, sensory overload (?), not wanting to be touched or hear things etc, pretty sure that’s everything but let me know if I’ve missed anything.

This was written on my phone and has no beta so all mistakes are mine. Please enjoy and let me know if I’ve missed anything.

Words: 2,1k

Life in Texas was relaxing for the most part. You lived with your fiancé and stepdaughter in a remote town just outside of Austin and taught in the only elementary school in the town and taught the few dozen second graders. You and Joel had been together for almost six years, the pair of you meeting when Sarah was just four years old. It wasn’t often that you suffered from exhaustion but this week had been one straight from the depths of hell and you were more than ready to curl up in bed and not leave for a week.

It was tradition for you, Joel and Sarah to travel into Austin with Tommy and his wife Maria to attend the first fun fair of the spring however this year you were not prepared. You seemed to be much more sensitive to everything and a fun fair filled with noise and different smells and crowds was not what your were ready for this week. The fair always opened on a Friday and after finally dismissing your class for the weekend, you were on the verge of tears when you noticed Joel in the car park waiting for you.

If it was any other year, you probably would have told Joel that you just could not go and he would explain to Sarah that they would have to go when you were feeling better but this year was a special occasion. Sarah was finally tall enough for the roller coaster she had been wanting to go on since you first took her to the fair four years ago. You couldn’t be the one to disappoint such a sweet child, not when it was the one thing she was looking forward to.

“Hey baby. Ready to get going?” He asked, leaning over to press a kiss to your lips but you turned her head, not wanting the contact. “You mad at me?” He asked, eyes wide and you were quick to shake your head.

“No it’s just one of the kids brought in vanilla cupcakes for their birthday and I had one. I know how much they make your head hurt and if you’re driving-.” Joel frowned but nodded.

“Thanks honey. Now Maria and Tommy are picking Sarah up and we’re waiting here for them and I’ll drive them to Tommy’s for his car and then we’ll head off. It ain’t far but it opens pretty soon and Sarah is adamant on being the first one on that damn roller coaster.” He chuckled and you felt like a stake had been driven through your heart. There was no way you could disappoint that girl now. Joel scrolled on his phone while you waited for Tommy and Maria to walk around the corner with Sarah. The girl was talking animatedly to Tommy while Maria walked a few steps in front, a smile on her face. The three of them climbed into the truck and Sarah grinned.

“You ready, bear?” You asked and Sarah nodded, smile widening with each passing second. Your head felt heavy and you struggled to keep the fake smile on your face, the effort making your more and more miserable. Tommy and Maria were dropped off at their car and then the three of you were off, Joel letting Sarah use his phone play music through the aux. The music worsened your mood and Joel seemed to notice.

“Sleep baby. I’ll wake you up when we get there.” Joel turned the music down slightly and you winced when he placed his hand in your thigh, trying your best to let your eyes close and sleep take over.

An hour later, you were being gently shaken awake by Maria while Sarah was already out of the truck and swinging from Joel’s arm. “Hey sweetie. Joel wanted to let you sleep a little longer but the fair is opening in five and little miss is pretty determined.” She said and you just nodded. “Everything ok? You wanna talk about anything?” She asked but you shook your head, not wanting to put a damper on the mood.

The noise of the fair was enough to make your face sour and your body curl in on itself, shying away from every touch Joel tried to give you. You didn’t want to hold his hand or have his arm around you, you wouldn’t even let him put his jacket around your shoulders, not being able to do anything other than give him an apologetic smile. While Tommy queued with Sarah for one of the other rides, the roller coaster not yet being open, Maria pulled Joel aside.

“You dyed one of her shirts red again?” She asked and Joel shook his head.

“I don’t know what I’ve done. She was fine this morning but when I picked her up she wouldn’t even kiss me. She won’t let me touch her hell she physically winced when I put my hand on her thigh in the car. Is she scared of me? Y’think someone has done something to her?” He whispered in shock but Maria shook her head.

“She been like this before?” Maria asked but Joel just frowned.

“She told me she used to have trouble with sensory things. Didn’t like people touching her or the texture of clothes and food but it ain’t been a problem since we started dating. You think something’s changed?” He questioned and Maria shrugged.

“Just keep an eye on her. Might get worse before it gets better.” She warned and Joel nodded the pair of them walking back over to see you sitting on one of the benches, picking at the skin on your hand. Joel slid a clump of cotton candy in between them but you just shook your head.

“You not hungry darlin’?” He asked and you shrugged, not willing to explain that upon seeing and feeling the item, your brain had suddenly decided that it didn’t like the texture or the thought of eating it. “Wanna go sit in the car for five? Talk to me?” Joel offered but you just shook your head again as you noticed Tommy and Sarah being admitted into the carts. The multiple different scents were sending a wave of nausea through your body and you couldn’t help but pull at your fingers, trying to remove the residue that the cotton candy had left behind.

The ride was over fairly quickly and the fair was still relatively empty but as time went on and more rides opened, the fairground filled up and soon enough, everyone where you went you were shoulder to shoulder with complete strangers. You felt tears fill your eyes when you noticed it wasn’t Joel beside you but some random man while your fiancé was behind you. You froze and it was like an anchor was pulling you down. Exhaustion took over and if it wasn’t for Tommy quickly wrapping his arms around your waist from the left, you would have been in a heap. Your hands went to your ears as Tommy yelled for Joel and Maria ushered Sarah over to the next ride.

“What the hell happened?” Joel asked, pushing through the people to find you leant against Tommy’s chest with your hands plugging your ears and eyes squeezed shut. “Can I lift ya up honey? Just to get you to a bench?” He said, tapping you to get your attention. When you didn’t answer, he put an arm under your legs and around your waist and lifted you, bad back be damned.

Tommy followed the pair of you just outside of the fair where Joel sat you down on a bench a replaced your hand with his, pressing the other ear to his chest while he covered your eyes with the palm of his free hand. “She ok?” Tommy asked and Joel shook his head.

“Remember when she told us about the sensory thing?” Joel said and Tommy nodded. “I think it’s that. It all makes sense, not wanting to be touched and the noise and food. I think I’m gonna have to take her home. Can you go get Sarah and Maria?” Tommy nodded.

After five minutes, you were till being shielded by Joel, noise and sight blocked by his hands. Joel saw Sarah rush over but Tommy managed to stop her before she could touch you. “Mama?” She asked and Tommy cuddled her close to him.

“She’s ok babygirl. She’s gonna be ok. You remember when mama said that sometimes she couldn’t deal with sounds and touch and seeing too many things? How sometimes it made her really sad?” Sarah nodded, eyes glossed over. “She’s feeling a little over sensitive to things right now so I’m gonna take her home and I need you to stay with Uncle Tommy and Maria ok? Just until tomorrow and I’ll pick ya up and we’ll stay in and watch movies.” Joel explained and Sarah noticed how serious his voice was and nodded, Joel was just glad his daughter was so mature.

Tommy took Sarah out of the way, probably towards one of the food stands, while Maria stood in front of Joel. “There’s a weighted blanket in the back of Tommy’s car, might help ground her a little more.” Maria suggested and Joel nodded. “I’ll walk to the truck with you.”

“I ain’t moving yet. Not until she’s calmed down a little more.” Joel said and Maria just smiled. Maria and Joel weren’t exactly on great terms when they first met, Maria not able to shake the views her parents had drilled into her from when she was young. She believed Joel should be out looking for a wife instead of looking after his daughter but after seeing how different he was with his daughter, Maria soon warmed up to him and came to care for her niece and brother-in-law. She was the first one to threaten you when you and Joel first began dating, not willing to risk the stability that Joel and Sarah had found after the untimely death of his ex wife.

After settling down slightly, you slumped against Joel’s chest and he sighed, hoisting you up into his arms and heading straight for the truck while Maria diverted to Tommy’s car to grab the weighted blanket. “I’ve put it on the back seat. Get her a cup of tea and into bed and lay it over her. We’ll drop Sarah off tomorrow just give us a call.” Maria said and Joel smiled, thanking her before putting his foot on the gas and heading home.

“Hey baby. Feeling a little better?” Joel asked as he noticed your eyes open. You just shrugged and Joel smiled sadly. “You wanna call at a McDonalds to get some fries?” You shook your head and Joel nodded, his eyes turning back to the road, not wanting to push you any further.

“Sorry.” You muttered and Joel’s frown deepened.

“The hell you sorry for? It ain’t your fault honey. I don’t wanna hear it, ok?” Joel said and you just nodded, smiling slightly. When he finally pulled up into the driveway of your shared home, Joel opened your door for you and then followed you to the front door, opening it for you. “You head on up to bed and I’ll make you a drink and bring some snacks up, you ain’t eaten anything since this morning.” Joel said and you just nodded again, shocked at how well he was taking the whole sensory overload thing.

Changed into a pair of silk pyjamas that weren’t making your skin itch, you lushed the sheets to Joel’s side of the bed and laid down, the feeling of the sheets already making you feel ill. “Cup of tea, should warm you up a little. You want me to take the sheets off?” He asked but you shook your head.

“Don’t want you to get cold.” You said but Joel chuckled.

“Honey you steal my side of the blanket every damn night. I’m pretty used to being a little chilly.” He teased and you scowled at him, letting him remove the sheets from the bed and sit on the edge opposite you.

“Lay down with me?” You asked quietly and Joel complied, setting a few snacks on his bedside table, noticeably none of them had any abnormal textures to them. Joel rested an arm behind his head while the other simply rested between you both. Seeing his huge palm laying there empty brought a sudden urge upon you and you tentatively placed your hand in his, noticing the smile that came across his face. “Feeling a little better.” You said shyly and Joel nodded.

“You take as long as you need sweetheart. I’ll be here.”

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Invisible string

summary: what happens when you’re in love with your friend? Would something happen? Would there be a perfect occasion? What if you two were predestined?

pairing: Stiles Stilinski x reader (I wrote this thinking of a female reader but I think there isn't any word that imply it)

warnings: some drinking? It’s actually just fluff

word count: 2.7k

a/n: first of all, English isn’t my first language so sorry beforehand if there's any mistake. I obviously did this while I was procrastinating because I thought there are not many Stiles x reader fanfics that are not long series (I think I read all of the ao3 ones) so here I am to contribute and hopefully encourage people to do more because I need them to live. Hope you enjoy it <3

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I remember very clearly the day all started, years ago. You were in Beacon Hills, your hometown, right after the accident. You were in the hospital waiting for news from your parents when you saw the lovely nurse you met before. She was kneeling, trying to calm a kid your age. You walked over there and tried to help.

"Oh, hi sweetheart! This is Stiles. He's having a hard moment, I'll go with you when I finish." the boy stopped crying and opened his eyes, he was met by your comforting smile. He sniffed a little while you introduced yourself.

"Why are you sad?"

"My m-mom, she's very sick."

"I'm sorry to hear that. My parents are here, too. Maybe we could cheer each other. I-If you like of course." your chubby little cheeks turning rosy.

"Sure. That'll be awesome." his eyes were a lot less watery than before.

You too spend all the evening talking and distracting each others from your cruel reality. You really wanted to stay here forever and not confront your life or emotions. But forever seemed like a joke for you after that afternoon and the sweet nurse was coming to you with your aunt. You were sure that meant no good so you took the scarce time with the boy to say goodbye.

"I think they are coming for me, so I've got to go."

"But we were having a great moment." he pouted a little and you couldn't help but smile at him.

"Here." you handed him your bracelet made of gemstones. "If you ever feel panicked again this would help you." The boy looked at the clear and black crystals confused. "The dark ones are obsidian and the other is quartz, my granny told me they would keep away bad energies and attract good ones."

"Thank you very much." He was genuinely happy because, even if it worked or not, he had something to remember you.

"I'll never forget you." as you said this your aunt touched your shoulder and told you that you're going with her. You heard him say something under his breath but you didn't understand it.

Less than an hour later your parents had passed away in the hospital due to the injuries of the car accident. You had to move to the big city with your aunt. Years passed and your aunt found a better job offer in Beacon Hills. That and the delicate health of your grandma made you move back there.

You found yourself being friends with the popular girls of the school which was really strange to you, but they were nice. You also befriend one of his exes, Scott. You didn't want to make them uncomfortable but after a couple of months and some weird shit happening, all of you ended up in the same friend group. You learned that the supernatural existed and you thought the craziest thing that would happen to you here was when you started having a crush on one of your friends.

You lived near Scott, so you went to his house before Stiles picked you two up to the costume party in Lydia's house. You were greeted by his mom, you haven't met her in the couple months knowing him because you only went there a couple of times and she was working.

"Hi, sweetheart! I'm Melissa, you must be Scott's friend." you were paralyzed.

"Y-You-u." your face lost all its color.

"Are you alright?" she asked, reaching for you in case you passed out. You gulped and recovered yourself. When she saw you better she let you in and went for a glass of water.

"I'm sorry. It’s just... You were the nurse that calmed me years ago, the day my parents died."

"Oh, I'm so sorry." she gave you an apologetical look, probably because of the trauma dumping and she not being able to remember you.

"Don't be. It doesn't affect me that much after all these years." she gave you an understanding smile. "I don't know if you remember but there was a boy there with me, his mother was sick. I always wondered what happened to him." In that exact moment Scott entered the kitchen, greeting you.

"Wow, your costume is really cool!"

"You don't know who I am, don't you?"

"Not a single idea, but it's still great."

"Thank you. I'm Padme by the way." you saw his confused look. "From Star Wars?" his face lightened up.

"No chance dude! Stiles is going as one character too!" you blushed, maybe it wasn't a couple one but you'll be matching costumes with the guy you liked.

"They're made for each other." Melissa said in a tone you barely heard because a honk overlapped it.

"That's him, we should get going." Scott made his way to the door while you turned to face his mother.

"I promise I'll tell you about the boy, now go and have fun!" you just met her again but it seemed as if you have known her a long time. You made your way out entering the jeep, not registering the boy at your side until he talked.

"W-Whoa. You're amazingly dressed as Padme." you frowned and turned to look at Stiles. First you notice his eyes wide and lips parted. Then you inspected his costume realizing.

"And you're going a-as Anakin." you surely looked like those cartoons with their eyes out because of the shock.

"What am I missing? Are you guys going like an accidental couple costume or something?" he said laughing but you both faced the windshield with your almost crimson cheeks not laughing at his joke too and he realized.

"No way! You are!" you made yourself little in your seat while you still heard Scott chuckling in the back. Stiles started the engine and his knuckles were white on the steering wheel.

The way was a little uncomfortable, but between their talking, your silence and the music, your desires of drowning stopped. Just when Stiles parked you undid your seatbelt and opened the door.

"See you guys, I'm going to look for Ally and Lyds!" you almost ran until you found them.

"Girls red code!" you said a little too loud when you found them.

"Werewolves?" Allyson asked.

"Oh. No, no. I clearly should've not used those words."

"What is it then?"

"Isn't obvious?" the redhead interfered grinning. "Is a boy red code."

"Did Stiles finally kissed you and you did something stupid like run to us?"

"What? No! He doesn't like me. And why do you think I would mess that up?" that offensive supposition made you almost forget about the matter.

"And I'm black haired. Now go on." she said, rolling her eyes.

"StilesandIareaccidentallydressedasacouplecostume." you took a deep breath after that.

"Oh that." Lydia nudged Allyson.

"What? You knew?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, but I know you've been here long enough to take a shot and there's not even a drop of alcohol in you." you knew they knew something, but you needed that shot.

"Okay, I'll go to the kitchen but we'll talk about it." you went there and took a couple of shots before pouring a drink.

"Hey." you almost poured the cup when you heard his voice.

"Hi." you stopped your actions and took the filled plastic cup in your hand.

"What a coincidence this outfit choice."

"Yeah." you looked over the responsibles of it, even if you didn't know how.

"I mean if you're uncomfortable I have another costume in my house. I can go and change." you saw him looking at the floor and your heart skipped a beat.

"No! I mean, I don't have any issue at all."

"Thank goodness." He looked back at you. "When you ran away from Roscoe I thought you didn't wanna see me all night."

"It was just... Unexpected, but it's kinda nice." you saw the dimple you love appearing in his cheek.

"You look really badass in the Geonosis battle's outfit" he took a step closer.

"You don't look bad yourself, Skywalker" you slightly tugged his dark robe as if you were stretching it. You two were inches apart, your cup long lost on the countertop. He smelled heavenly and his warmth made you lean closer. You could swear he was also inching closer.

"You know, we should do a Star Wars marathon." he pulled apart scratching his nape.

"Yeah, totally." you couldn't help the disappointment slipping between your lips while you gazed at your cup. "You know, this was a lovely chat but I think the girls are waiting for me."

You took your drink and surrounded him, making your way out. You searched for any of your friends until you found someone. Not exactly who you had thought of, but the only one who wasn't inside the house. You sat at Scott's side on the wicker couch near the pool.

"How's it going little pupdawan?"

"You know only Stiles gets those jokes, right?"

"Right. But I was worrying about my friend, so tell me why you're here all alone."

"Nothing, just music sometimes gets too loud when you have super hearing."

"That makes sense."

"And what are you doing here? I doubt you were looking for me."

"Well, I could be!" your mouth opened by the offense.

"Of course, but it's a party. You usually are too drunk to remember anyone." you smacked his shoulder.

"I guess today I'm sober enough." you looked at your drink between your hands and he followed your eyes.

"You don't look in the mood. Is this because of Stiles?" your gaze returned to him, now confused.

"What?"

"I'm a werewolf, I have a pretty good hearing."

"You didn't have to eavesdrop!"

"I didn't want to, is like when you have the TV as noise but they say something that catches your attention." you nodded. "And I also can hear your heartbeat and smell some emotions."

"I guess it's difficult to have some secrets with supernatural friends. So I'm assuming Isaac also knows." It was his turn to nod. "So everyone in the pack knows." you put your head in your hand.

"Except him."

"Except him." your eyes went to the party inside.

"Maybe you should tell him."

"Scott, you're his best friend, you should know that's not gonna work. He's in love with Lydia. He sees me as a friend. That's just giving me false hopes. Like before, I was in the kitchen and he came and I thought he was going to kiss me but he backed out. He probably-"

"He almost kissed you?" he cut off your rambling.

"That's what I'm trying to tell you! He didn't want to kiss me. If he wanted he would have."

"You know what? Wait here." you were confused as you saw him enter the party.

Scott was taking his time so you rested your head on the back of the couch, staring at the stars. You heard the noise of the door closing and supposed it was him until you heard a tapping in the glass. You looked over and saw Scott at the other side of the glass and a very familiar back, knocking the pane.

"Stiles?" he turned around to face you.

"Hey."

"What are you doing here? Why isn't Scott coming?"

"He might have locked us out."

"Why-?" you cut yourself when you realized his not so subtle plan. "Oh my gosh. I'm sorry, this is my fault. I'm going to kill him."

"How could this be your fault? In any case it is mine."

"What? No, I was talking to him about an issue and he decided to handle it on his own."

"Am I the issue? I thought you were cool with the costumes."

"It's not that, it's just... Wait, why do you think this is your fault?"

"I... Uh... He wants me to confront a situation."

"Since we're stuck outside I guess I'm the one you have to confront."

"Kind of."

"So how do you feel, Sti?"

"What do you mean how do I feel?" he looked really nervous.

"I mean that if you have to confront someone is because you're feeling somehow about them, perhaps you're mad at me?"

"What? No, I don't think I could ever get mad at you."

"Then what is it? Did I make something that bothered you?"

"No."

"You don't like something about me? Do I breathe too loudly? I chew too noisily? I laugh too hard?"

"No. No. No. Please stop!" he took your shoulders.

"Is it my rambli-" you were cut again, but this time you didn't mind interruption because he was kissing you.

Stiles was kissing you. After the initial shock you relaxed and let both of your lips melt as if they were one. You thought them fusing would be the sweetest sentence. His hands gently took your face, deepening the kiss, and yours found their perfect spot in his chest. Then both of you slowly pulled away.

"So you had to discuss with me about kisses?"  you had the biggest smile which brightened more when you saw his upside-down one.

"I actually wanted to discuss which day you can come over for that marathon. As a date, of course." you touched your lip as if you were thinking while your heart felt like it was on a race.

"How about tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow sounds perfect." and he pecked you.

You were thrilled when you woke up that morning, you were going to have your first date with Stiles. He told you he would go to pick you up, but he needed to pass over Scott's for something his mom made, so you decided to meet there.

"Hey Melissa! Is Stiles here already?"

"Yes, Scott is with him in the kitchen helping him to put the tupperwares in a bag." when you both went there, she called your name.

"Do you want to know what happened to that boy?"

"Oh, yeah. I always worried about how he would be."

"Why don't you ask him?"

"Do you have his number or address or something?"

"What are you talking about?" Stiles' curiosity intervened in your conversation.

"A boy I met when I used to live here. Right when my parents had the accident, he was in the hospital because of his mother's illness and I like to think we bonded. Melissa knows him so I asked about him."

"Wait, you gave him a bracelet?" you were beyond confused.

"Yes, it was made of quartz and-"

"Obsidian." he finished for you.

"How do you-" that's when it clicked to you. "It was you?"

"Yes, he was." Melissa interrupted this time.

"That explains why your name was so familiar!" you always thought you had heard his name before even being so rare, you just couldn't pinpoint where. You two headed out to the jeep to enjoy your date

"So you still got it?" he looked sad when you asked him.

"I wish. It broke the night we went to the forest and Scott was bitten. When we went the day after that I only found some of the crystals."

"I'm sorry, maybe we could do another one. I'm guessing it protected you since all of the supernatural started after." you smiled at him.

"Are you sure you didn't give me something made of rose quartz?"

"It was clear quartz. Do you even know what giving rose quartz means?" you were going to chuckle when he replied.

"Yes, that's why I'm asking." you really were shocked, that was the crystal for love and attraction, he was openly admitting his feelings to you. "That day after I met you, I did some research on crystals." he confessed a little awkwardly, clearly a little embarrassed.

"Wow. That's really sweet, Sti." you kissed his cheek. "So I guess there's nothing I can show you, little padawan."

You two made the way to his home talking about random things and the day before, you even told him the part where you met Scott outside, he laughed at your joke and your heart tightened at the sound.

I love my job, being able to bring two soulmates together, as you two. Making the opportunities happen, like the fact that you two went to the same hospital, you going back to Beacon Hills or even you two choosing the matching costumes. Maybe putting Lydia and Scott in his first full moon was a little far-fetched, but it was worth it. Some people call me Destiny or shorten it to Fate, others say I'm a red thread or even a golden invisible string, but it doesn't matter who I am, the only important thing is you two finally being with each other.

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a/n: I almost forgot to mention that this was inspired Taylor Swift’s song ‘Invisible string’ :)

[imawkwardlysoc]

i've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all

Song- Lover-First Dance Remix by Taylor Swift

Pairing- bob floyd x bradshaw! reader

Warning(s)- None!

Wordcount- 1,562

Summary- It's wedding day baby!

A/N- Happy Valentine's Day y'all! Why not upload a cheesy oneshot?

Part 1, Part 2

Backing up from the mirror, I smoothed out my outfit and looked at myself in the mirror. The afternoon sun shone through the window, shining my ring which reflected on the mirror. Just in an hour, I’ll be married to the love of my life.

“Who is it?” I asked as I heard a knock on the door.

“Just us hun.” I heard Mom’s voice on the other side and the door opened.

“So,” I turned to face my family, Rooster and Dad in their dress blues. “What do you think?”

“Aw,” Mom awed and clapped her hands together, with tears in her eyes. “Sweetie, you look great.”

“I have to agree with your mom Chickadee,” Dad smiled. “How are you feeling?”

“Nervous,” I let out a nervous chuckle. “But I’m ready.”

“You’re going to be fine,” my brother reassured me and gave me a hug. “Come on, let’s go. If we don’t we’ll be late.”

All of us grabbed our things and we got into Rooster’s bronco to head to the Hard Deck. Since Bob and I didn’t really want to do a huge wedding, we decided to plan a small and intimate one. It was just our close friends and family celebrating with us. Also Penny offered to close down the Hard Deck for the day for us for our ceremony and reception.

Pulling up to the Hard Deck and parking the car, the four of us got out and headed inside. All of our wedding party were inside chatting to each other before the ceremony started.

“You look great,” Phoenix walked up to me and hugged me.

“Thanks, you do too,” I complimented her in her dress. “How’s Bob?”

“A little nervous but he’s going to be fine when he sees you walking down,” she smiled. “So, did you tear up?”

“More like bawling,” I let out a laugh remembering when I read the vows he wrote for me a few hours ago.

We decided not to say our vows outloud to everyone but write it and give it to each other. It just feels more private and personal.

“Him?” I asked.

“Definitely cried,” we both let out a chuckle and we heard our wedding planner grabbing everyone’s attention.

“Well, see you down on the aisle.” Phoenix hugged me one last time before leaving the Hard Deck with everyone else.

“Remember, don’t trip.” I smacked Rooster in the chest from what he said.

Letting out a laugh and giving me a kiss on the top of my head, he left the bar leaving my parents and I together. With tears in my eyes, we did a group hug and collected ourselves before we walked down the aisle.

Linking arms with my parents, we saw everyone standing up and we started our way down the aisle. When we got closer to the aisle, I saw Bob in his dress blues and the tears started falling down. I saw him letting a few tears go which caused me to tear up more.

“Hi,” Bob whispered as I joined hands with him. “You look amazing.”

“Thanks,” I blushed a little. “You too.”

“You may be seated,” Mav announced.

Yes, he’s officiating our wedding. Ice was our first choice but with his voice and everything, we decided not to risk it.

“Today we are here to witness the union of Robert Floyd and Y/N L/N. If there are any objections, speak now or forever hold your peace.” There was silence all across the crowd. “Alright then. Y/N, Robert, before we started with the rings, look out to the crowd.”

Bob and I look out at our friends and family who already have tears in their eyes. “And remember you’re going to be stuck with these people for the rest of your life. Are you sure about that?”

Bob and I  let out a laugh while everyone else cheered. “Bob, you’re going to have an amazing mother-in-law but are you sure you want Rooster and Goose as your father and brother-in-law?”

“Oh I’m sure,” Bob nodded his head as everyone laughed harder at Mav’s quip.

“Y/N, Robert, the two of you are going to spend the rest of your lives together,” Mav started his speech. “The two of you have gone through so many hardships which made your bond stronger than ever. Like every relationship, you’re going to live. You’re going to fight over every small and big thing. Yet the two of you always manage to get through them. I think it’s because the two of you have amazing role models when it comes to relationships.”

Bob and I looked at our parents and thanked them.

“Remember, these don’t just disappear when you get married,” Mav looked at us and we nodded our heads in understanding. “Now for the fun part, rings please.”

Phoenix got up from her seat and handed Mav the rings.

“Robert, do you take Y/N to have and to hold. In sickness and in health, for the both of you shall live?” Mav asked.

“I do,” Bob replied as he slid my wedding band on my ring finger.

Mav cleared his throat and faced me. “Y/N, do you take Robert as your husband to have and to hold. In sickness and in health, for the both of you shall live?”

“I do,” I replied with tears in my eyes as I slid Bob’s ring on.

“Well with the power vested in me and the state of California, I pronounce you as partners for life. You may kiss!”

Bob swooped me in his arms and dipped me giving our first kiss as a married couple. Bringing me up from the dip, we faced our friends and family who were cheering for us. Linking our hands together, we walked down the aisle and under the saber arch while Pheonix and Rooster closed the end. Giving each other a kiss again, they lifted their sabers and we headed a few feet away from the bar to take pictures together.

Before walking into the bar, Bob and I spent five minutes alone reflecting what just happened.

“We’re married,” I mumbled in his chest.

“Oh my god we’re married,” I heard the joy in his voice and looked up at him.

“I love you,” I got on my toes to kiss him.

“I love you too,” he kissed back.

When our five minutes were done, we made our way to the bar.

“Everyone, please welcome the couple of the evening!” We heard Phoenix announce. “Y/N and Robert Floyd!”

Bob and I walked hand in hand as our friends and family cheered in celebration. I let out a chuckle as Bob dipped me again to kiss me. Bob and I did a little speech thanking everyone for coming and helping us out with the wedding before food was served. Bob and I decided to cater Mexican food from a local taqueria that we go to after we’re done with work once a week that’s near base. Bob and I ate our food in the booth that was decorated for us.

Throughout the meal speeches were made. All of us laughed and teared up at the speeches that were given. Our parents gave some sweet speeches that were so filled with love and happiness for us. Rooster decided to spill all of my embarrassing moments and embarrassed me in front of everyone.

Why did I choose him as my man of honor?

Phoenix on the other hand shared a pretty sweet story between her and Bob.

“Alright, time for the couples first dance!” Rooster announced.

Tables were pushed along the walls leaving space for a dance floor. Grabbing Bob's hand, he pulled me to the dance floor and I wrapped my left arm around his neck while holding his hand. His arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me closer as we danced to the first dance remix of Taylor Swift’s Lover. We did some little spins and twirls to give our guests a show.

When the song ended, everyone applauded and the music changed. All of us danced to the playlist that Bob and I created with the addition of the Dagger Squad adding some songs. I gave Rooster a nod and he turned off the playlist and I went to the piano with him along with our dad. As Rooster pressed the keys, a familiar melody I grew up listening to filled my ears.

“You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain,” Dad first sang.

“Too much love drives a man insane,” Rooster sang next.

“You broke my will, but what a thrill,” I sang out.

“Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!” Everyone joined in.

“Kiss me baby,” I sang to Bob who kissed me. “Ooh, feels good.”

After the singing and more dancing, Bob and I cut the cake. Feeding it to each other, a little bit of the vanilla sponge cake with strawberry cream filling somehow ended up on our faces.

“Stay safe you too,” our parents told us as we were about to leave.

“We will,” we reassured them.

“The two of you have fun in Romania and England,” Phoenix and Rooster came up to hug us.

“Thanks,” we hugged them.

Saying and waving goodbye to everyone, we got into Bob’s Wrangler and drove away starting our new life as a married couple.

[starkstruck27]

I headcanon that today (June 14th, but I might not get it posted by midnight because time management is not my strong suit lol) is Steve's birthday, and we just had a book signing at the bookstore I work at tonight, so I was inspired to write this. It's modern day, and slightly aged up characters, but not by much. Enjoy!

Steve couldn't believe his luck. It was his birthday, and it seemed like everything was going just right today. First, he woke up before his alarm and actually felt energized, then Robin had promised to take him out wherever he wanted to go later on (even volunteering to drive so she could show off her new license and car), then his favorite coffee place gave him a discount and a free pastry since it was his birthday, and to cap it all off, he had gotten back a test from one of his most difficult classes, and he'd passed it with flying colors. All in all, it was a good day. But then, he saw a sign outside the campus bookstore, and it went from good to great.

The sign was advertising a book signing with a local author, who just so happened to be Steve's favorite author of all time. The guy's name was Ronnie Fitconi, a mysterious man who never had his picture in any of his books. He didn't write much about himself in the little "about the author" section of his books either, the only things he said was that he was 23, just a year younger than Steve was, he lived somewhere in Indianapolis, he preferred tea over coffee, he loved the beach, he was a cat person, and he was gay (which was pretty apparent from the books he wrote, but whatever).

The book that he was promoting with the signing was his fourth, pretty impressive for a guy so young, but Tik Tok had managed to make him blow up practically overnight. That and how secretive the guy was. Seriously, if you looked the guy up on Google, it was like he didn't even exist. There were no pictures of him, and no record of him except that he was a writer that blew up after his first book was released three years ago. This was the first book signing he had ever done, and it was only to the local college bookstore and a few others in the area, but all were small, and none were at big chain stores, only locally owned.

As soon as Steve saw the sign, he took a picture of it, then immediately called Robin as he rushed back to his car.

"Dingus!" She answered, her smile evident in her voice, "Happy Birthday! What's up, buttercup?"

"Hi, Robbie. Thanks for that. But also, you know how you said you'd take me to do anything I wanted tonight for my birthday?" He asked, practically vibrating out of his skin.

"Yeah. Did you finally decide what you want to do?" She asked.

"Yes, and I know it's probably not going to be the rip-roaring time you were planning, but just hear me out, okay?" He said, "How would you like to come with me to meet Ronnie Fitconi?"

"That author you like?" She asked, "Yeah, of course! I told you, anything you want to do, I'm down. So, what's the plan? Are we breaking into his house?"

"What? No! You are seriously so weird. He's doing a book signing at the campus bookstore, I was gonna bring my books and buy his new one and then I get to meet him and get his autograph! No breaking and entering required."

"Well, that's a lot less fun, but I'll be there. What time does it start?" Robin asked.

"6:30 tonight," Steve replied.

"Let's get there at 6:00, we don't want to have to wait forever, so it'd probably be better to get there early."

"Good thinking. In the meantime, we have a couple of hours, and my classes just ended for the day. Will you meet me for dinner and help me pick out what to wear so I don't look like a total idiot?" Steve asked, already heading towards his dorm.

"Of course. I'll bring tacos. I'll be there in ten."

With that, Robin hung up the phone, and Steve drove off towards his place. As soon as he got there, he went to his desk to get his copies of Ronnie's first three books. Steve would probably never admit to liking them as much as he did to anyone but Robin, because the guy wrote only romance novels, but he really did love them. He didn't read much, and when Ronnie's debut novel came out, he didn't have much interest in that, either. But then he read the second book when it came out, and he was hooked. He read the third one when it came out and only got further hooked, and finally he buckled and read the first one, too. He hadn't expected to like it, but he found that he couldn't put it down, and now that another one was coming out, he couldn't wait to read it, too.

The first book the guy had written was called "Kings of the Lost World", and it was a dystopian sci-fi romance. It was about a young man who thought he was king of all he saw, but just as he's settling into the position, the apocalypse hits. The king gets taken down a peg, having to team up with the same guy who had been in his position before, but got kicked off his throne before the new king had taken over, but now, they have to learn to lean on each other to survive. They have a rocky start at first, but eventually, it turns out that they fall in love, and they manage to find a place where they are safe and get to live out the rest of their lives in happiness. Steve honestly didn't think he'd like the book, since he typically hated both sci-fi and dystopian, but he ended up loving the book when he finally read it. It almost reminded him of when he was in high school, when Billy Hargrove came and kicked him off his throne for good, all except for the romance bit.

The second book the guy had published and the one that had gotten Steve hooked on the guy's writing was probably his saddest one, called "Blood of the Innocent". It was a noir thriller set in the 1920s, about a gay man who sang in speakeasies as a drag queen who got accused of murdering a bunch of young men that went to the clubs he sang at. The detective in the story, who was closeted himself, fell in love with the guy while trying to clear his name and solve the case, but after they'd started their affair, they were found out. This book didn't end up as happily as the first, with the two of them being able to run away together, rather they were both killed for their relationship and the original case was mostly forgotten about and covered up, only to go cold and remain unsolved. When Steve read it, he could not put it down, and when he got to the ending, he would be lying if he said he hadn't flat-out bawled over it. He had finished it around two in the morning one night, and Robin was not exactly happy about having to wake up to his call at that time to listen to him rant to her about it, but she read the book later at his insistence, and she soon forgave him once she got to the end.

The third book the guys wrote was called "Don't Fence Me In", and was a cute, sweet, rom-com kind of book about two young men who worked together on a horse ranch. The one man had lived there his whole life and who's father owned the place, but was getting too old to run it, so they hired a farmhand. That's where the other man came in, a handsome guy from out of town who had just been looking for work anywhere, and who the first guy thought was much too prissy and posh for the kind of manual labor that was expected of him. He had come from the city and was the son of a rich businesswoman, so why he wanted to run from that cushy lifestyle just to work on a rinky-dink ranch, the first guy didn't know, but he teased him about it relentlessly. But where he expected the guy to get offended and ditch his position, the other guy just took it lightly and met it with laughter, until they became friends, and eventually, even more than that. At the end of the book, the first guy's father, who, once he found out about the relationship supported it 100%, gave up ownership of the ranch to his son and his boyfriend, and the two were married on their land with the help of a fat check from the second guy's mother, who also supported them completely. Steve had gushed so hard over the book that when he was reading it, he found himself lying on his stomach with his legs kicked up and a permanent smile on his face as he twirled his hair. It was probably his favorite of all three books.

And now, as he held each book in his hands and placed them in his favorite tote bag to take with him to the signing event, he couldn't help but wonder what the next book might be about. That was another reason he loved this author so much, he always kept you guessing on what he might do next. Most authors picked one or two genres and stuck to them, but this guy was all over the place. And yet, everything he wrote was absolutely amazing, and had Steve captivated within a few pages. He could not wait to see where things would go this time.

After a few minutes of thinking about it, he heard a knock on his door, and he knew Robin was there. He went to let her in and immediately, the two of them set up the tacos on his desk and ate while Steve threw practically every piece of clothing he owned around his room, trying to find the perfect outfit. There was still an hour and a half before they had to be at the bookstore, but Steve refused to leave the apartment until he knew he looked perfect.

"Seriously, is it really that big a deal? I mean, you're gonna see him for like, five minutes. If that. You don't have to be in a tux or anything for that," Robin said as Steve continued to fret over whether he should wear his blue sweater or his green button-down as if the fate of the world depended on it.

"Yes, Robin, it is that big a deal! I don't want to look like an idiot! I'm already gonna look like a creep because of how much I love his books, and if I blank on him and say something stupid or can't speak at all, I want to at least look my best so he can't gossip about that to people, too!" Steve said, finally deciding on the sweater, but then having a whole new meltdown over which pants would go best with it.

"Okay, point taken, but also, you're selling yourself short. I'm sure he won't think you're an idiot, and he'll probably be flattered that you like his books so much. I mean, he wrote them for people to read and enjoy, right? And if you freeze up, I'll be right there with you to bring you out of it, so you really don't have anything to worry about. And go with the brown pants, the gray ones don't look right." She said, finally deciding to be helpful.

"Okay, I guess you're right. Now, which shoes should I go with? Dress shoes would probably be too formal, right?" He asked, holding his selections up to himself in the mirror.

"Yeah, just wear your converse or vans. We might still get stuck in line since this guy is so popular, so you should wear something comfortable. And wear your white dress shirt under your sweater so that the collar and cuffs stick out. It'll give you that cute academia look with your glasses and make it less weird to think of you as a bookworm." Robin said, helping him pick out the final few things and then leaving to give him privacy as he changed. Not that he needed it, they've both changed in front of each other countless times, but still. She also had a surprise for him, and she needed an excuse to count her cash without him seeing.

Finally, he was finished, and after he was finally satisfied with his hair, they put the leftover tacos in the fridge and Steve grabbed his books. They hopped in Robin's car, and got to the bookstore right at 6:00, ready to go inside with the others already on their way. The bookstore employees were apparently already checking people in, so Steve was anxious to get in there and get a good spot in line, but before he could jump out of the car (and his skin), Robin grabbed his arm.

"Wait, you're missing a few final things," she said, rummaging around in her little backpack that had the little video game character Kirby all over it.

"What?" Steve asked, his heart beating hard enough already. What could he have forgotten? Was his breath bad after the tacos? Did he have something on his face or in his teeth? Had his hair gone flat?

"One, a breath mint, just in case," she said, opening her pack of Altoids and giving him one. "Two, your inhaler, also just in case. We don't need you hyperventilating in front of your hero. Three, some lip gloss, just like back in our scoops days to really complete the look and make you just that much cuter."

She handed him a tube of her favorite lip gloss, strawberry banana flavored, the same kind she used to lend him way back when that made his lips pink and full. He slathered on a layer and handed it back to her, then popped the breath mint and slipped his inhaler into his pants pocket, fixing his hair and taking one last deep breath before turning to her and smiling nervously.

"You think I have everything?" He asked.

"Almost," she said, "You still need one more thing."

With that, she reached into her bag again and pulled out her wallet, handing him forty dollars in cash with a big smile on her face. Steve stared at the money, dumbfounded, trying to hand it back on instinct.

"No, keep it. You need it if you want to get his new book. Besides, it's your birthday present. You don't get to argue, I'm paying for it. Now let's get inside before they sell out!" Robin said, smiling widely at Steve's confused spluttering.

"Robin, you don't have to pay for me. Thank you, but you really don't-"

"Shut up your face, Dingus! I want to. Besides, like I said, it's your birthday present. Now, let's go, for real. We don't want to be the last ones in line, do we?"

Finally, Steve relented, climbing out of the car and meeting Robin at the front of it to give her the tightest hug he could muster before they walked in. They may be strictly platonic, but Steve loved her more than he ever loved anyone before, and he had to make sure she knew that.

Finally, they walked into the bookstore, where they were greeted by an overly chipper employee who already looked tired, and the event hadn't even started yet.

"Hi! Are you guys here for the book signing?" She asked, her customer service smile and attitude something the two of them were all too familiar with.

"Yeah, we are," Robin said, grinning widely at her.

"Great! Do you have your tickets already or do you need to purchase a copy of the book now?" the employee asked, covering her mouth against a yawn.

"No, we need to buy a copy," Steve said, holding tightly on his tote bag straps.

"Okay, that's perfectly fine. Just go on up to the front registers, Gigi will be there to help you out, and then just keep your receipt and you can jump in line. Have fun!" The employee smiled, then greeted the next people that came in behind them.

Steve and Robin went to the counter and did as instructed, asking the girl there for a copy of the book and paying for it before getting in line and waiting for it to start moving. As they did, Steve was practically on pins and needles, and Robin took the opportunity to examine the cover of the new book. It was called "Court of Royal Rivalries", and the pun was evident when you saw the cover. It was two boys playing basketball, one a brunet in a green and white jersey and the other a blond with not shirt on, just green shorts.

"Hey Dingus, can I see your book for a second?" Robin asked, and Steve handed it over.

"Sure, why?" He asked.

"I just want to read the back and see what it's about," Robin said, flipping it over.

"Ooh, read it out loud, I want to know, too." Steve encouraged, and Robin began to read.

"Seth Haner is the king of his high school, with everything his heart would desire. He's got money, he's got looks, he's got charm, and most of all, he's got his peers groveling at his feet for even a scrap of his attention. But after having been dumped by his girlfriend Natalie seemingly out of nowhere, he realizes that what he really wants, a love that will last, is the one thing he doesn't have. Enter Ben Holden, a new student transferring into the sleepy rural town from California. Suddenly, Ben is the hottest commodity in the school, easily dethroning Seth and taking over his court. Seth can't stand the guy, and is dreading it when he finds out that they'll be playing basketball together, the one things Seth has left after losing practically everything. Ben is a monster on the court, and Seth feels like he's losing basketball, too, when the coach tells them to work out their differences or they'll both be nixed from the team. Can Seth and Ben put aside their differences to find their similarities? Or will the blood of the two kings be spilled as they fight for the crown on the court?"

Steve stared at her as she finished reading the blurb, his jaw hanging open as she finished.

"Okay," he said, debating whether or not he needed to use his inhaler, "Either this is one hell of a coincidence or... Well, no, that has to be it! That's so fucking weird."

"I know! I mean, that's like your high school career in a nutshell. And look at the cover! I'm willing to bet my life that the brunet one is Seth and the blond is Ben, because this is too fucking uncanny. That is the creepiest shit ever. It's like a glitch in the matrix or something!" Robin agreed, handing the book back to Steve.

"Wait a second, hang on, I want to see something," he said, pulling out the other three books from his bag as the line began to move. He flipped them each open to the title pages, and Robin watched as he found what he was looking for.

"Okay, wait, look at this," he said, showing her the first one, "This book is dedicated to his sister, apparently, who 'taught him what it was like to live through the end of the world'. Then this one," he opened the second book to the same page, "This one is dedicated to his mom, who 'kept him safe until things got hard and then left him to the wolves'. And this one," he opened the third one, "is dedicated to his father, who 'should have supported him like Mr. Montgomery supported River'. So I wonder..." Steve said, then opened up the fourth book, and his heart nearly stopped when he read the dedication.

"What does it say?!" Robin insisted. They were only a few people away from meeting the guy, but Steve felt like he knew him already, and it only raised more questions that he couldn't figure out the answers to as he handed the book to Robin to read for herself.

The dedication read, "To my Pretty Boy. You know who you are. This is the way I wish our story ended up. I'm sorry."

Robin finished reading it and her eyes went wide as she looked up at Steve, the both of them utterly baffled. This was just impossible. Neither of them could believe it, and neither of them knew what to say. They were both trying to come up with some way to explain it, but before they could, another bookstore employee, a man about their age with dark hair down to his shoulders, ushered them through the backdrop screens that were set up to keep the interactions private and told them to have fun.

Steve and Robin didn't know if it was more or less confusing when they stepped up to the table and saw none other than Billy Hargrove sitting in front of them, a sharpie in his hand and his blond hair tied up into a knot on top of his head. He had a slight beard now and more tattoos now than back in high school, in fact, he had a whole sleeve on one arm and a few standalone ones on his other arm. He was wearing a short sleeve button up, but unlike back in school, all the buttons were done up, except for the top two, exposing the pendant he still wore and just a sliver of his still golden skin. His eyes were still the same sparkling blue, but they were partially hidden behind a pair of round brown glasses. He still wore his dagger earring, but he had a few more piercings up around the shell of his ear and a stud in his nose now, too. Overall, he looked fantastic, he took Steve's breath away, but he was still completely floored that he was sitting there in front of them.

"Hi, how are yo-" Billy said, finally looking up at them and seeming to choke on the words, literally. He began to cough as his face went red, and the manager of the bookstore ran to get him a bottle of water while another employee, the dark haired man, came over to make sure everything was okay.

"Yeah, yeah, everything's fine, thanks," Billy said, waving the man off, "Just wasn't expecting to see any familiar faces today."

The manager finally returned with the water, and Billy drank it, and once he caught his breath, he finally seemed to get himself collected. At least, collected enough to turn on his charm and start acting like he hadn't just choked at the sight of two blasts from his past.

"Well well well, Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley. I never expected to see you two around here. How've you been?" He asked, motioning for Steve's books and readying his sharpie.

"Um, fine, I guess?" Robin said, "Wow, sorry, it's just a trip seeing you here. I honestly thought you were dead or something."

"Aw, I wish!" Billy joked, smiling as Steve finally handed him the books and he began to scribble in them. "But no, seriously, it's a trip to see you guys, too. I never expected to see anyone from Hawkins ever again once I moved out here. I'm not surprised you thought I was dead, I tried to bury my old self. That's why I don't let anyone take pictures and why I write under a pen name. I didn't want to be found."

"Jesus, what, are you on the run?" Robin asked, Steve still speechless beside her.

"No, just living happily by myself for once and not wanting anyone to find out and ruin it for me. I guess you guys know, but the fact that you're here means you're fans, so I don't think I need to worry too much about you posting my yearbook pictures all over Twitter as long as I ask you really nicely." He grinned, and Steve nearly lost his breath all over again.

"Well, Stevie's more of a fan than I am. It's his birthday today, so I told him we could do whatever he wants tonight and since he loves your books we ended up here, but either way, my lips are sealed." Robin said, finally stepping back and pushing Steve forward to make him interact with the other guy.

"Y-yeah, no, I wouldn't tell anyone. I mean, after all you've gone through to make sure no one knows who you really are. Like, I couldn't even find you when I googled your name, and you can find anyone on google." Steve rambled, hoping that Billy couldn't hear his heart beating practically out of his chest.

"I appreciate that," Billy said, his smile big and bright on his face. "So, how've you been, Stevie? I hear you're a huge fan. What did you think of the last one?"

"I-I loved it. 'Fence' is probably my favorite of them, but I love all your books. You're a really talented writer, I never would've thought- Wait, no, that came out wrong! Jeez, I hope I didn't offend you, I just meant that you always seemed more street smart than book smart- shit, I didn't mean that either, I just meant- Oh, hell," Steve stammered, his face going as red as Robin's t-shirt, "This is coming out all wrong, I didn't mean that, I hope I didn't just piss you off, because I really do like your books and I'm just nervous cuz it's you and you're like, the last person I expected to see here signing them. I'm so sorry!"

"Hey, calm down, Stevie Boy. It's fine, I get it. No need to be sorry for anything. And anyway, I'm the one who choked when I first saw you," Billy chuckled, finally finishing writing in the last book and capping his sharpie before he handed them back to Steve to put in his bag. "I'm glad I got to see you guys again. I think I needed some familiarity. It was starting to get a little lonely being a ghost. Hopefully I'll see you again sometime soon."

And with that, he stood up, gave them each a quick hug, and then motioned for the dark haired man to bring in the next group. Steve and Robin left through another set of screens and to the door, the both of them seemingly in a daze until they got to Robin's car.

"Well, that was... certainly something," Robin said, staring straight ahead, just like Steve, both of them still trying to wrap their heads around it.

"You can say that again. I mean, Billy fucking Hargrove? I never would've guessed in a million years." Steve said, his eyes still wide.

"Neither would I." Robin agreed.

"And to make matters worse, he was so fucking hot! Like, that was not fair for the universe to make me look like such an imbecile in from of him!" Steve ranted.

"Okay, it really wasn't that bad, you were just star-struck, I'm sure he gets that all the time. And besides, he looked happy to see us, especially you," Robin replied, then she seemed to remember something, perking up and turning to look at him. "Wait, what did he write in your books? He wrote for a long time, it couldn't have just been his signature."

Steve nodded his agreement and took the books back out of his tote, starting with the first one and flipping it open to the page that Billy had written on.

"What does it say?" Robin asked, trying to lean over to see, but she couldn't read the cursive Billy wrote in.

"It says, 'Pretty Boy, since you're a fan and you already know, here's some more tidbits you might not have guessed about...(1/4)' then his signature." Steve opened the second book, and read on, "This one says, 'First off, my pseudonym is a joke. I always liked the name Ronnie, and Fitconi is an anagram of the word 'Fiction', because it's a fake name. Clever, huh? (2/4)'. Then his signature again." He flipped open the third book, his heart pounding in his ears as he read, "This one says, 'Secondly, and probably most importantly, all my books-'"

Steve cut himself off as his heart got caught in his throat, but he swallowed as he started over, "'Secondly, and probably most importantly, all my books are about you and me, and the way I wish they'd been for us. (3/4)', and his signature again."

"Holy shit!" Robin said, practically lunging at him as she begged him to read the last one.

"And finally, this one says, 'Lastly, I'd like to see you again. Maybe I can elaborate what I mean by all this, because I really want to. Enjoy this book, and even if you don't let me know your thoughts. Don't be giving this out to people, but-'"

Steve cut himself off again and slammed the book's cover shut, his face flushing even worse than before as he hid his face in his hands.

"What?! What did it say?!" Robin demanded, her hands waving around as she got more excited.

"He gave me his fucking number!" Steve practically screamed, pulling his hands away from his face as he looked at her with a weird smile. "Then he wrote happy birthday and signed his name again! Fuck, I don't know whether to scream or to go back in there and kiss him right on the fucking mouth! This is fucking Twilight Zone levels of insanity and I don't know whether to be happy or terrified!"

"Let's go with happy for right now, he wants to see you again! And all his books are about you! That's so cool! And he wants to see you again! This is definitely a win! I think you should call him tomorrow." Robin said, trying to hype Steve up.

"I don't know..." he said, picking at his sweater sleeve, "What if I make a fool of myself again? I wouldn't even know what to talk about with him. I'd just look dumb."

"I highly doubt he would think so. He practically lit up like a light bulb when he saw you!" Robin said.

"He choked on air when he saw me." Steve deadpanned.

"Yeah, but after that, he lit up! And he told you that his books, which are all romances, are about you! Seriously, you should call him. At least once you finish the book, that way if you don't talk about anything else, you can talk about that!" Robin argued, and Steve reluctantly agreed.

He was finished with the book by that time the next day. He loved it, every word, and he knew from the beginning that it was about him, but it was honestly both weird and heart melting to read his own life (albeit with a different outcome) written down on paper. He remembered the dedication in the book, how Billy said that the happy ending he wrote for Seth and Ben was how he wished things had gone for them back in high school, and finally, Steve buckled.

He called Billy.

[mr2swap]

Maybe I'll stay

-What did I do wrong? WHY THE FUCK DID I GAIN 2 KILOS THIS WEEK?- It had been 2 weeks since my grandson Jeremy and I had that big fight, we can never stand each other, but because of the appreciation I had for him when he was just a child, I let him live with me. He was disgusted by my way of life, “Grandpa makes me sick to see you sitting for hours on the couch in front of the TV, could you get up and get out of the house for a couple of hours? A girl is coming tonight, and I don't want her to see you” I had heard his hurtful words from him for too long, I was fed up with him behaving like this when I offered him to live with me when his parents kicked him out of the house.

-THIS IS NOT POSSIBLE, THIS SHIT MUST BE BROKEN! I'M GOING TO LOOK FOR ANOTHER SCALE- I couldn't help but laugh as I walked slowly to complain to one of the coaches that his equipment was "broken"

-You better make it quick kid, you know what that means. you're going to stay in that body another week, and I'll stay in yours...- I and my grandson Jeremy made a little bit, if he managed to lose a couple of kilos in my body and not be so unpleasant I would agree to leave the house when He will take all the girls he wants to the house and when I die my house and my car will be all his, I had completely forgotten the magic relic that I got on my trip to India a couple of decades ago, I never thought I would use it and much less with my grandson.

But the first moment I put my mind on his hot, muscular young body, I knew I didn't want to get out of it. My grandson had everything to gain, with my house and all my belongings, and I had nothing to lose but leaving the house and fulfilling his whim to my inconsiderate grandson, we both touched the ancient statue of that Indian god at the same time and our consciousness traveled from our bodies to the statue and then to the body of the other, it was like being on a roller coaster for one second.

My grandson was more concerned about not missing a day at the gym before finishing university, all of us in the family did not understand why he made such a stupid decision, but now that I have his body and all his long work in the gym I can understand it, I feel incredible! Now I can understand what a shitty body he had.

I've been swapping out Jeremy's lean food for the greasy version, adding sugar to his protein shakes, and leaving cold beer and ice cream in the fridge for that greasy bag of trash to see so he can't get his body back.

Maybe this will teach my grandson a lesson about not making fun of his grandpa, or maybe I'll stay in his hot young body forever who knows, all I know is that the blonde girl in the gym keeps staring at my huge biceps and she'll be in my bed tonight, I just hope the fat drunk old man watching tv in the living room doesn't bother my new girl.

esp:https://docs.google.com/document/d/1sc51kzzn7eKSqr3ypBPOpa_b6HwVYNkhKeDG-KBAj80/edit?usp=sharing

I wrote this story in May, if you are interested in my stories you can take a look at my patreon account, otherwise you can contact me on my Discord server, because for some reason I can't receive messages on Tumblr.

[i-spaced-sorry]

So someone had requested awhile ago, a Connor Rhodes x reader, where the reader was an ice skater and got hurt. I had it sitting in my ask box forever, but I decided to get to it today, because it’s December 1st, it’s freezing outside and I actually had an idea for it. But I accidentally wrote it for Ethan Choi instead of Connor Rhodes. And I accidentally deleted the ask request. But I actually think the story works with Ethan being the character and I haven’t written much or any with Ethan, so I decided to still post it. 

Triple Axles and Lies Ethan Choi x Little Sister! Reader Ice skating has been your life. You joked with your brother that you learned how to skate before you learned how to walk. So when the annual skating rink in Millennium Park opened, to say you were excited would be an understatement! 

You all but dragged your brother with you. 

“Ethan, please! Just for an hour and then we can go Christmas shopping and whatever else you want,” you pleaded, not caring that you sounded like a whiny 4yr old rather than the annoying 10 year old you actually were. 

Shaking his head, your brother sighed, “Y/N! We have a schedule to stick to today, we can’t have time to dilly dally just so you can skate! Besides, don't you have a showcase or something tomorrow? I thought you weren’t supposed to be resting today.” 

You knew Ethan was right, your coach had told you that you shouldn’t skate the day before a showcase, but didn’t know when you would be in the downtown area again to be able to skate!

“Fine. But can I take the bus home? I’m actually not in the mood to go shopping today”, you caved. 

Ethan gave the go ahead and you went home. 

The next morning, you were in the locker room about to get ready to go on the ice for your number, but while putting on your skates noticed blisters all along the heels of your feet. ‘I’ll just ask Eth after the showcase’ you thought to yourself while lacing up. 

As you emerged on the ice, you began your routine, complete with flawless jumps, beautiful ballerina spins, and even a few small axles. You were feeling really confident and were lost in the music, when you decided to attempt the triple axle. You had only gotten it once in practice and were told by your coach to not attempt it today, but you decided to anyway. 

You skated to the center of the rink, began to jump and spun. Once. Twice. And before you saw it happening, you were crashing onto the ice in a heap. The last thing you saw before losing consciousness was the ice hitting against the side of your face.

To Ethan, watching his sister attempt something, he had basic knowledge of knowing she shouldn’t have been attempting was exhilarating. Until he watched her smack against the ice and not make any attempts to get up. He himself was up in an instant, running down the bleachers easily switching into doctor mode!

“How is she? I’m a doctor” he stated when he reached the coach and the team’s doctor, who were both at his sister's side.

The team doctor looked up at the worried brother and shook his head, “she hasn’t regained consciousness, you should take her to Med” and with that confirmation, Ethan swept up his little sister in his arms and ran for his car. 

The first thing you noticed when you entered the land of the living was how bright the room was. 

You found yourself blinking multiple times just to adjust to the brightness. Thankfully, someone must have noticed because by blink 5, the lights were dimmer and it was easier to keep your eyes open. 

“Hey kiddo” you heard your brother whisper. 

You followed his voice, to see him sitting in the chair beside you. 

“What happened?” You ask, trying to remember the events leading up to being at Med. 

Ethan sighed, “You did it again. Attempted something you weren’t supposed to.”

You looked down at the blanket covering you and began playing with it, “I’m sorry”

Shuffling to sit next to you, Ethan kissed the top of your head and asked, “What made you think you could attempt the triple axle? Your coach said you had only landed it once during practice last week”

You burrowed more into the side of your big brother and sighed, “I practiced it last night at Millenium Park and had landed it like 4 times! I really thought I could do it”

Ethan side hugged the stuffing out of you and spoke, “I’m mad that you went to skate last night when not only I but, your coaches said not to. But we will talk about that later. For now, I’m just glad your okay and your not allowed to scare me like that again”

You just smiled and nodded.

[dollarbin]

Shakey Sundays #35:

Hitchhiker (plus A Snapshot in Time)

Six months is a century in Shakeytown.

These days Neil will summon the Stop Shopping Choir for a whistle stop tour, release 4-5 new Archive records, reroute 6 barns worth of toy trains, publish a Greenville zine or two, respond to 4,672 fan emails on his forever Beta-version website, each in 7 words or less and each response featuring the words "peace," "love" and "Al Gore", write 36 new songs, all of them with the working title Love Earth (Or Else), and publish yet another memoir, this one dedicated to his penchant for hip hop, all in a six month window.

Case in point: Archives 3 is about ten minutes old and he's already promoting a forthcoming and utterly unrelated live record from his first tour with Cranky, Silly, and Gnash. Apparently Joni was at the show, gnashing her own teeth in anguish while Graham "Honey Baked" Hash debuted Our House; by the end of the show Mitchell surely instructed Grahamcracker to retitle his song My House (Cuz Joni Just Slipped Out The Back, Jack). Nash, apparently, refused to make the change.

All of Neil's productivity is cool; it's a great time to be a Shakey fan. But these days he lives beside a Colorado lake with Daryl, her dogs, 64 of his cars and the grinning ghosts of David Briggs and Ben Keith; 48 years ago he lived utterly alone in a psychedelic tepee of his very own design.

After all, just try and get your mind around all he accomplished between August 76 and March 77:

He got high as a kite and recorded the primary subject of this week's post in a single night.

He wrote an entirely different record (this week's secondary subject) and taught it to Nicolette Larson and Linda Ronstadt in one sitting.

He recorded 1/2 of that second album with a full band, eventually releasing it as the Side A of American Stars and Bars.

He wrote the highlight of that album - Will To Love, which is arguably the single greatest song of his entire career - and then spent another single night in the studio layering up instruments for it in front of his signature crackling fire - and he has not played the track again a single time since in any setting of any kind, ever. Guess he's had too much else to do.

He released a mixed-at-best record he'd made in the previous six months with Stephen Stills and Joe Freakin' Lala.

He began a full tour with those dopes, playing a month's worth of shows before making new plans Stan and telling them in writing to eat a peach and finish up without him.

He played a full US tour with Crazy Horse instead.

He performed at The Last Waltz.

He found the time to do a lot of cocaine, which is apparently obvious in Scorsese's footage. I've never been able to see the rock in question, however. My working knowledge of Belushidust is clearly negligible.

He continued to write songs about his recent breakup with Carrie Snodgress while starting to romance both the aforementioned Larson and his future beleaguered wife, Pegi. (Plus he surely probably slept with countless other women in this period; Neil was quoted at the time as "really enjoying the bachelor life," which sounds even sleazier than the reality television show of that moniker, which, by the way, should totally feature Neil in its next Golden iteration; after all, he's already demonstrated that he is perfectly willing to ditch his current wife so as to play the field.) Okay, that was just mean. Sorry Neil!

And, right around the moment those six months were up, Young joined yet another band - The Ducks - which was entirely unrelated to all the other bands listed above, and began the process of learning 20+ of their songs.

Plus he chewed a whole lot of Bubblicous and guzzled a whole lot of Natty Light throughout it all.

Yeah, he did all that - except #12: fooled you there! Both delectable items were introduced in the following six months, during which time Young, you guessed it, recorded yet another album of unrelated songs with entirely new musicians.

So, I gotta ask: what the hell did you accomplish between the late summer of 76 and the Spring of 77? I'll bet you can't compete with me or Neil. After all, I crapped my diaper, repeatedly. My mother reports that I "looked just like a frog." I'll bet your lazy ass wasn't even born yet.

Anyway, I stand before you on this very Shakey Sunday prepared to argue that the greatest thing Neil did in that incredibly crammed six months, except for Will To Love, is Hitchiker, the done-in-a-single-altered-night acoustic record which he waited a mere 40 years to release rather than waiting the full 48 so as to include it on Archives 3.

Let's drop the needle already and talk about Hitchhiker's shimmering greatness.

First of all, the whole thing is a poetic work of art. I'm serious. Pocahontas and Powderfinger set the table: both are dreamscape anthems, chock full of heartbreak, guns and waterfowl. And Campaigner may well be Neil's lyrical high-water mark. When roads stretch out like healthy veins and wild gift horses strain the rains I kinda freak out.

Note the previously edited out second verse featured on Hitchhiker: you know a song is lyrically exceptional when a line like "traffic cops are all color blind and people steal from their own kind" submits to the editor's ax.

Plus, beauty has rarely been draped in such stark and hopeless wonder. Indeed, the only record I can think of with a tone to match Hitchhiker is Pink Moon - and what higher praise can you think of than comparing anything to Nick Drake's unadorned-by-anything-or-anyone-else Pink Moon? Neil and Nick had both had it, at least for the moment, with arranging records. So instead they just took the Plastic Ono Band approach and upped Lennon's ante by laying all the songs down in a single take, every last bit of their armor set aside so as to reveal their very souls.

Just compare Give Me Strength and Which Will. Hear two men who could not have been more fundamentally different both asking the kind of fundamental and elemental questions which males are still instructed to avoid out of false courage and idiocy.

Yeah, I know: Neil's song coulda' used one more take as he loses track of the chord structure and melody altogether for parts of the closing. But I still say my comparison is apt even if Shakey and Drake couldn't be further apart on the sobriety and perfectionist spectrums.

Hitchhiker's tone could not be more different than its newly surfaced companion, the here, let-me-show-you-how-our-record-is-gonna-sound session Neil concocted for Linda and Nicolette six months later and which Neil has titled A Snapshot In Time for Archives 3. Snapshot replaces the earlier record's stark and trembling poetics with a big dose of what Ronstadt instantly recognizes on tape as "obnoxiousness."

On the one hand you have the songs Linda was directly referring to: check out, if you can get your hands on it (Neil seems to be clutching many of the tracks from Archives 3 in his self-appointed greedy hands rather than posting them for free on the internet) Young posing as a randy, grinning and stumbling creeper in Saddle Up the Palomino.

Here's the eventual band track.

Neil's mood had clearly shifted a great deal in the intervening six months. Lines like, "it's a cold bowl of chili when life lets you down but to it's the neighbor's wife I'm after" would have had no place whatsoever on Hitchhiker. Nor would the song's attempt at an arena rock riff.

On the other hand, even Snapshot's non-boneheaded songs are a bit obnoxious. Imagine inviting Linda Ronstadt over and then asking her to sing along with lyrics like "hey babe, say your mine all mine" over and over again. She'll do it - if you're Neil Young. But don't fool yourself; she'd rather have been taught Give Me Stength.

Look: I love every moment of A Snapshot in Time, not to mention the first half of the classic record it spawned. But it sure ain't high art.

Hitchhiker though? It'd take me a solid six months just to shout all its transcendent praises.

[okwritingandpain]

Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da: The Beatles x Reader

Chapter 16

Y/N sat alone. George was going to meet her. It's terrifying that John and George were alive again, but what else could have happened to her? Who knew that minding someone's own business would end up causing her to go back in time and mess up the entire Beatles timeline while still being in the middle of a broken timeline. 

"Hiya," George appeared behind her and they sat together on the bench.

"Hey." She replied with a smile. It was strange to see him aged. His smile never wavered as they sat in silence. 

"Apparently Paul wants us to talk to you and all." He explained, "Something about time travel and timelines?" Y/N laughed at how ridiculous it all sounded. 

"Sounds about right." She giggled as George pulled out his phone. George Harrison with a modern day phone was something she had never even thought of.  He pulled up a picture that had been recovered from the sixties. It was all of them sitting together in the park . 

"Feels like forever ago, but for you it must feel like only a year or so." George reminisced. "I have to say it was a shock to learn of all this. I mean you are the reason our band...broke up." He frowned as she put her head in her hands. 

"That wasn't supposed to happen." She whispered, remembering the car crash. It was all a blur. The car had appeared out of no where and she had no idea what it would do to the Beatles. "I'm sorry." 

"What is there to be sorry for?" George asked, "We're all alive. Wasn't that your mission in the first place?" 

"Not exactly. I was supposed to keep you guys from breaking up...John and you surviving was supposed to be a bonus." She explained, blowing a strand of hair out of her face. George thought to himself for a minute. 

"I know everything didn't go to plan." He said, "But it doesn't mean you can't fix it." He grabbed her hand. "You should be proud of what you've accomplished." 

"Yes, my amazing accomplishment of causing one of the biggest bands of all time to not exist!" She pulled her hand away, looking at the ground. George wanted to reach out, but decided against it. 

"You should be proud that you gave us the time of our lives! It's strange to think you were never supposed to be there when you became such a huge part of our lives." George argued, "We didn't know a timeline without you. We only have the one you and Paul created and we are grateful for the time you spent with us. We would've given anything back in the day to save you from the car crash.' He smiled as bright as the sun. She gave him a hug. That's what she needed. Someone who could see the good in her. 

"I wish things could've gone better." She muttered to George's surprise. 

"Yet for all the bad moments...there were good moments too. I think even cranky old Paul could see that." He laughed. She chuckled at his remark, but she still had a feeling of pain and regret building in her stomach. What if she had never done this? She wouldn't have made friends with people she adored, but everything would be normal. Well, sometimes normal isn't good. Things need to be changed...just maybe not this drastically. 

"What happened to you after the band broke up?" She asked, leaning back in the bench. George shrugged. 

"Gardening. I wrote music mostly on the side. I had people tell me I should try for a solo career, but I never found the right time." He said, watching some kids chase their dog down the side walk.  

"I don't know why I thought you were going to be the popular one." She joked, making him laugh harder. 

"That would have been...interesting, but maybe it's better that I wasn't. The anxiety would have made the smoking worse. All those fags were starting to get to me in the 70s when I last talked to John. Both me and him wanted to live healthier lives after our friends unfortunate circumstances. Not to mention all four of us had a competition to see who would out live the others." George smirked, "I think funniest of them all is that Ringo is probably the most popular of us all." 

"You're kidding." Her mouth dropped open. George held back more laughter. 

"He narrated Thomas the Tank Engine." He explained to her ever growing shock. 

"I think that's a crime against humanity." She replied as someone came up behind them.

"I didn't think that was going to be the first thing I hear from you." Ringo leaned over the back of the bench. George greeted his old friend as Y/N listened, embarrassed.

"Well, if it isn't Thomas the Train?" George laughed, making Ringo roll his eyes.

"You wish I played Thomas!" Ringo retorted, sitting on the other side of Y/N. She gave Ringo a hug too as everyone got resituated. 

"What have you been up to, Ringo?" Y/N asked as he adjusted his tinted glasses. He looked like he did in the original timeline. 

"Nothing much. I just learned all about this wonderful separate time travel or timeline whatever stuff." He smirked, looking at George who shared a mischievous look.

"Hasn't everybody?" She smiled, noticing the two's strange exchange. "What are you two up to?" She watched them both stand up. Ringo ran off for a moment, dragging a covered package on wheels. George picked a guitar up from behind a tree. Ringo pulled off the cover to reveal a glorious drum set that read: 

Ring and Geo 

She smiled at their display. People around them stopped and waited for the two to begin playing. George nodded at Ringo. 

"Here comes the sun." He sang as Ringo began to play. People stared at them in awe. 

"Do-do-do-do." George smiled as he sang, catching the attention of more people. Kids sat on the round around the drum set, listening to the vibrations. 

"Here comes the sun and I say it's alright." George moved back and forth as he played. "Little darling, it's been a long, cold, lonely winter." Y/N tapped her foot to the rhythm as she felt her heart warm at the return of Beatles music. Now that she thought about it. These people hadn't even heard this song before. George motioned for her to join them and she stood up and walked in-between the two. 

"Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here." She sang with them. People gathered around, singing the chorus whenever it came up again. It reminded her of John at the restaurant and their singing fiasco. They kept singing and singing until they knew it was time to reel it in. John was in the crowd watching them. George noticed and he began to sing: 

"Help! I need somebody. Help! Not just anybody." He looked at the quiet John who couldn't help, but join them. George and Ringo must have planned for him to be there as a random person brought John a guitar. 

"Help! I need someone..." John sang next to his old bandmates. Everyone cheered them on which brought a smile to Y/N's face. "Help!" 

"When I was younger, so much younger than today..." She sang as they all looked at her. No one knew the history of these songs. No one. It wasn't long before they spotted Paul, glaring at them from afar. They had finished Help! and Y/N told the guys to follow her lead. 

"Desmond has a barrow in the marketplace. Molly is a singer in the a band." She began as the rest of the band tried to figure out what she was doing. Paul walked closer, looking across the people and the rest of the band before landing on her.

"Desmond says to Molly 'Girl, I like your face.' And Molly says this as she takes him by the hand..." Paul sang, standing next to her. Once again, George and Ringo were prepared as a bass was brought out for Paul. While a piano would have been nice for the song, it was a hard instrument to transport. 

"Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on brah. La la how their life goes on." They sang together as the instruments tried to pick up what they were putting down. All of these songs were something that she got to witness be created. Now she got to sing them with the entire band in front of a crowd who had no idea just how important they all were. That was the moment she knew that she had to find a way to fix all of this. If she could go back in time...once more...she would. Maybe Paul could send her into Yesterday like he once had before. 

[wnbnny]

small drabble i wrote when i was feeling kinda depressed & needed to find inspo & get stuff off my chest >< not written for any idol, just written for myself and those who need comfort !

living is taking the time to enjoy the little moments - when you wake up and the light is streaming in through the window, when it's raining at 5 p.m. and you're sitting at your desk listening to music - when you drive past a building and come to the realisation that centuries ago that plot of land grew with grass and trees and flowers - when you are walking down a street and see a tiny flower blooming in a small crack in the pavement.

living is the urge to find peace, far away from society and the harsh world we live in - to find that someone that makes your days brighter and your nights more bearable - to be away from it all and to float in that child-like wonder and innocence, back to the time when you were a little girl and nothing mattered - when your looks or your 'imperfections' and your validation didn't matter - back to the summers where you scraped your knee while playing or when you drove through the mountains in the back seat of your car for the very first time - when you didn't hate yourself and the way you spoke or looked or acted, when life was bright and happy.

living is yearning for love and companionship, to find someone that may not understand you but loves you all the same, who loves your 'imperfections' - your moles, your eyes, your body, your personality - someone who would hold you close and promise a future of forever with you - someone who listens and accepts your flaws - who will stick by your side even if the world was ending.

living comes in the form of comfort, peace, and love.

[the-legendaryphoenix]

In the Pines/The Longest Train

So... About 2 months ago, I began looking into the history behind an Appalachian folk song "In the Pines." It's a rather... slow, moody, and creepy song that can easily be interpreted to represent dark topics such as depression, promiscuity, and some other topics relating to misery. Most often, what the song represents is tied to whatever variation you're listening to - which there are a lot of. Nirvana; Bill Monroe; Lead Belly; and so many more artists have created variations of this same song, In The Pines. It's quite amazing how many people have contributed to it over the years. However... the person who first wrote or composed the song has been completely lost to history. History notes that it came from southern Appalachia in about the 1870's... but that is the extent of what we know. That doesn't mean we're completely in the dark though! One of the variations of the song, The Longest Train, mentions a train going down "That Georgia Line" which some other variations replacing the line with "Joe Brown's coal mine". That obviously refers to Joseph E. Brown; Joseph was former confederate governor of Georgia infamous for leasing convicts out to coal mines in north Georgia. One of these mines - owned by him of course- was a mining town by the name of Cole City in Dade County. Why is this location important? You'll see.

The Longest Train (or some early variations) goes on to mention a decapitation caused by a train in which "the body was never found". So... a coal mine back in the late 19th century obviously would have needed a lot of trains and mine carts running around to transport convicts and supplies and goods around. Also given that these were convicts - most likely African -you can imagine that those trains and mine carts weren't exactly ... safe, to put it lightly. I dug a while between 19th century mining records and train accidents from around the same time. But... I couldn't find anything concrete. It was only when I started looking for articles about the Dade County Coal mines that I came across a blogpost made by dadecountycheerleeder1 in the Dade County Historical Society forums. It seemed to copy and paste a 2014 article; which, in turn, transcribed an 1886 article about the coal mines in the county. And OH BOY, were the trains dangerous. A mention is made of an incident in which a cable train broke and "there was not enough of the little cars left to make a decent toothpick." The 1886 article then goes on to say what the convicts do at the mines every day, as well as the story of a convicted killer working there. Remember how The Longest Train mentioned a head getting decapitated by a train? Yeah... It's reasonable to assume that something like that actually happened at the mine; but it was never reported or written down. The convicts working at the coal mine might have also prompted some of the concerned parents living in the local town to warn their children to never go "in the pines... where the sun don't ever shine." Of course, this is just my idea. And... it draws on a lot of circumstantial evidence. However, it's interesting to think that one of the only remnants of misery and feelings is a song that got passed down from generation to generation. History might have forever forgotten the names and faces of those attached to the creation of this song... they still live on through it's lyrics and medley. Link to Dade County Historical Society blogpost: https://dchsga.wordpress.com/2018/02/25/hell-with-the-lid-off-dade-coal-mines-1886/ other sources used: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/In_the_Pines https://www.nytimes.com/1994/11/13/arts/pop-music-a-simple-song-that-lives-beyond-time.html?pagewanted=1 https://georgia-exhibits.galileo.usg.edu/spotlight/convict-labor/feature/industrialization-of-the-new-south http://daysgoneby.me/moving-in-a-covered-wagon/

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Yours, Forever | Chapter 6

PAIRING | Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 2.7K

SUMMARY | Eve and Y/N have spent the last two months in Italy living their best lives, and catching up after not seeing each other much during the last decade. Bucky planned a surprise for Y/N's birthday, and can't wait to see how she will react.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Swearing.

A/N | Hi everyone, thank you so much for reading my first ever fic! I would like to start off by saying that English isn’t my first language (I’m Dutch after all 😉) so every mistake you find – spelling or otherwise – is completely my own. I would appreciate you spreading the love about this fic, and I ofcourse hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

I recently celebrated my own birthday and that is when I came up with this idea, so I hope you will have fun celebrating as well 😉 I will be using my own birthday in the story, but you can always imagine your own!

Likes and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💜

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Y/N and Eve have been in Italy for 2 months now, and they went sightseeing, shopping, swimming, going out for dinner, just everything you could ever want to do without having a single car in the world. In a few days they would arrive in Pisa, the day before Y/N's birthday, and they were going to stay there for a week before finishing their trip on a campsite by the Garda lake in Italy. Y/N was under the impression they would just spend her birthday going to explore Pisa, grabbing lunch and dinner and finish with an evening of clubbing there, just like she said she wanted. Oh how wrong she was about that.

She had kind of forgotten about the surprise Bucky talked about in her journal, even though she wrote it in basically every day, which only worked in Bucky's favor. He had contacted Eve when they were in Italy, explaining that he had a surprise for her, saying he would love for the two of them and all the Avengers to meet up at the leaning tower of Pisa. They all had presents for her birthday ofcourse, but Bucky had especially chosen one that he knew would mean the world to hear, knowing how much she would love it after discussing it with Eve.

Soon, it was June 7th, the day Y/N would turn 27 years old. It started off easy enough, she could get ready in silence since Eve was still fast asleep in her own bed. She got up and took a shower, after which she got ready to do her make up, choosing a rainbow look on her eyes today for the special occasion, with her usual winged eyeliner, mascara and red lipstick. She wore a pastel yellow sun dress that went just past her knees, which she picked out a few weeks ago that had a deep neckline and thin straps, showing off every curve of her body. Underneath she was wearing a lacey set of white underwear that she picked up in Italy as well, giving her an extra boost of confidence today. She paired it with a pair of low top black Converse and did her hair up in space buns combined with braids. When she walked out of the bathroom, Eve had gotten up and managed to decorate the hotel room with some balloons, and put a small box on her bed, which would serve as a hint as to what they were doing later today.

''HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABE! You're finally 27 now!'' Eve said while pulling Y/N in for a big hug, after which she would look at the outfit she was wearing and beaming with pride when she saw it. ''You look absolutely to die for! I'm still so jealous of that curvy body of yours, my fucking god!'' Eve said with a big smile. When she heard that, Y/N got a deep crimson color on her face, she wasn't used to being complemented on her body like that. ''Well, you should get ready, it's already close to noon and we have a lunch reservation, remember?!'' Y/N said when she sat down on her bed with a book, so she could read until Eve was done, but there never was a lunch reservation, only a group of Avengers waiting for them.

At 12.45 Eve got a text from Bucky that they were at the tower, ready with the presents to surprise Y/N, and he was very giddy about it. By now, all the Avengers knew about his crush on her, otherwise they wouldn't have come to surprise her, but they fully supported the two of them. Everyone could see how happy Bucky was in her presence, even though they aren't together yet. But hopefully today that would change, as he was planning to ask her to be his girlfriend. Eve and Y/N walked towards the tower, and Y/N was wearing her big sunglasses, so she wouldn't be that easy to recognize, not that she knew anyone there ofcourse.

They got closer and closer to the tower and Y/N was taking a few pictures with her camera like she has done the entire vacation, and then they arrived at the tower. She shot a few photo's of it, and when she went through them, she suddenly saw something in one of her photos that couldn't possibly be real. In one of the photo's, she saw the Avengers standing with a banner saying ''HAPPY 27TH BIRTHDAY Y/N'' on it, and she looked around until she saw them, her jaw dropped to the floor. Tears were forming in her eyes as she ran up to the group, who she missed so dearly these last few months she was gone. This was the best birthday surprise she could have wished for.

''OH MY GOD YOU GUYS, WHAT ARE ALL OF YOU DOING HERE?!'' Y/N practically screamed out at them, and she couldn't believe her eyes. Everyone was there - Bucky, Steve, Scott, Sam, Thor, Loki, Clint, Wanda, Natasha, Tony, Pepper, even Bruce had come along for the trip. She turned around to Eve who was filming the whole thing, and she said ''You knew about this, didn't you?!'' with a big smile while trying not to cry to preserve her make up. ''Ofcourse I did! Happy birthday babe!'' she said, and Y/N started giving everyone big hugs. Everyone wished her a happy birthday, and Scott, Sam, Clint, Thor, Loki and Bruce gave her a hug. Then she turned her attention to the girls, who she was happy to see after so many missed girls nights, they practically jumped up in the air in a triangle while screaming like little kids. Steve, Tony and Pepper gave her all the biggest hug they could, and Y/N couldn't resist touching Pepper's belly, she was around 6 months pregnant at this point. ''And, do we know what it is going to be yet?''

''Yeah, but you'll have to open your present later in order to find out! Right now, there is someone else waiting for your attention though, and he seems rather impatient.'' she said, gesturing towards Bucky. Y/N got flustered and quickly turned around, looking at him, the shorts and tight shirt he's wearing doing absolute wonders for his buff physique, and Y/N needs to make sure she doesn't melt into a puddle right then and there. ''Hi doll, happy birthday!'' he said and he picked her up and swung her around a couple times when they hugged. When he put her down, he softly whispered in her ear that he really wants to kiss her, if that's okay.

She put one hand on his face and the other around his waist, pulling him closer as she closed the gap between them to feel his soft, full lips on hers. The Avengers were all clapping and woo-ing at the sight, but neither of them cared in the slightest, they were just happy to be back in each others arms, to feel like home again there. This time, Y/N swiped her tongue over his bottom lip for access which he gladly gave, and their tongues connected for a beautiful dance where they could explore each others mouths forever. When they pulled away, Bucky put his forehead against hers. ''Doll, would you please do me the honors of making me the happiest guy in the world by becoming my girlfriend?'' he asked in a deep voice, and all she could do was nod, before feeling his lips crash against hers again.

''Okay guys, it's enough now! There's plenty of time to kiss later!'' Tony said, and they reluctantly pulled away from each other, smiling with the biggest, goofiest smiles on their faces. She turned around to Eve, who was still filming, and waved her over to come meet everyone. She stopped the recording and first ran up to Y/N and Bucky, to congratulate the two of them, she obviously had to meet the guy who made her best friend so happy first. ''Hi, it's nice to meet you, I'm Eve!'' she said while shaking Bucky's hand, who pulled her hand to his lips to give a soft kiss. ''Hi, I'm James but you may call me Bucky.'' he said and Eve almost melted into a puddle right there. ''Damn girl, you're one lucky bitch!'' Eve said to Y/N.

After that, she introduced herself to everyone, and was very happy to meet the famous Tony Stark. ''I have heard a lot about you Tony, all good things ofcourse!'' she said. ''I'm glad to know she has someone to fall back on when I'm not always there for her due to the distance,'' she said with a wink and congratulated Pepper and Tony on their pregnancy. ''Okay, time for lunch now!'' Tony said, and they went to a small pasta restaurant, where everyone enjoyed the best pasta they had even eaten. When the pasta was gone it was time to open presents.

Sam, Clint, Bruce, Thor, Loki and Scott all gave her different books that had been on her wishlist forever, and each time she opened one she gasped again, not believing what she saw. When it was Steve's turn, he got a pretty big box, and gave it to her with a kiss on her cheek, wishing her a happy birthday again. When she unwrapped it, she couldn't believe her eyes. Steve just gave her the special house edition of the Harry Potter books, specifically the Hufflepuff version. ''NO. FUCKING. WAY.'' Y/N exclaimed and immediately got up from her chair to give Steve a big hug and endless kisses on his face as a huge thank you. Wanda and Nat both gave a box that had a voucher for a girls trip of her choice, so all three of them could get away for a weekend when they needed it, which she gladly accepted, already thinking of everywhere they could go.

Next up was Eve, knowing Bucky wanted to go last because he had a very special present for her. Eve got out a small box, in which she put a voucher to get a best friend tattoo with her, once she would visit the Netherlands again. Eve already had quite the array of tattoo's all over her body, but this one would be extra special since they would get the same one. ''The next time you're gonna visit me at home, we will get matching tattoo's, so we can always be close to each other, even when you're on the other side of the world.'' Eve said and she started to cry, which led to Y/N crying too. She quickly wiped the tears away when it was time for Bucky's gift.

''Doll, at first I wasn't sure what to get you, because you deserve everything in this world and more, but then I remembered something. I know how much it sucks to not be able to celebrate your birthday with the person you want there the most, but when you open this present, you know she will always be close to you.'' Bucky said. He gave her a box from Tiffany & Co. with a beautiful white ribbon around it, and when she opened it, she saw a small silver necklace with her mom's name engraved in a small round hanger on it. ''I know you miss her so much on days like this, but this way you will always have her close to your heart.'' he said, and he put it around her neck. Y/N slid her fingers over the small hanger that said 'Lily', and she had tears streaming down her face again. ''Bucky, I can't tell you how much this means to me. Thank you so so much.'' she said in a soft voice.

She placed her lips on his again for a soft, tender kiss in which she poured all the love she felt for him, and all the thanks she couldn't get out of her mouth. She was eternally grateful for him, and she was so happy she could finally call him her boyfriend. ''You just made me the happiest woman in the world, Bucky.'' she said when she let the hanger go for now and sat in his lap for a sweet embrace. Tony cleared his throat, and said she still had one more gift to open, the one from Tony and Pepper. ''Does everyone know already, or are we all going to find out today?'' Y/N asked, and they confirmed everyone would find out right now.

Pepper handed her a big rectangular box, with blue and pink wrapping paper around it, which was very fitting for the occasion. When she took it off, she saw a t-shirt that said 'Godmother to the best goddaughter in the world' in pink letters. ''You're... you.. you're having a.. a girl?'' Y/N could barely say, and they both nodded yes with proud looks on their faces. ''She's gonna be the most perfect little girl this world has ever seen, I just know it!'' she said and everyone started to congratulate Tony and Pepper. Y/N was happy that the attention wasn't on her for a little bit, and she excused herself to Eve so she could go outside for a minute and catch her breath.

When she got up, Bucky went after her, wondering if everything was okay. ''Doll, are you okay?'' he asked when he walked out the door after her, seeing her outside with a lit cigarette in her hand. ''I'm sorry Bucky, it's just all so overwhelming today. It is the best birthday I have had in years, but it is all becoming too much so I had to step outside and smoke. I haven't smoked in years, but it was getting too much and I needed some distraction.'' she explained. ''I understand, and it's okay. I'm glad you're telling me this, it means a lot. Do you want me to stay here, or shall I go back inside?'' he asked. ''I would love for you to stay, if you don't mind. I could use some more cuddles now,'' and so they stood outside for a while in silence, just enjoying each others presence.

The rest of the week that the Avengers were there, they decided to go to the Garda Lake earlier so they could all go together and stay there until they had to go back. When they were there they enjoyed each others company, went swimming a lot, played lots of games, drank a lot of alcohol and shared lots and lots of embarrassing stories. By the time they had to go back, Y/N didn't want to let Bucky go, but she knew it would only be 2 more weeks until they got to see each other again. ''I know doll, but Eve hasn't seen you in forever, so you should enjoy those last 2 weeks with her. I absolutely enjoyed getting to know her, getting to know the girl behind all your childhood stories, and I can tell you have so much love for each other. Go enjoy those last two weeks with her, and I will pick you up at the airport when you're back in New York, allright?'' he said before kissing her goodbye one last time and walking onto the Quinjet.

Both Y/N and Eve waved goodbye to everyone, and kept waving until they were out of sight. ''You are so lucky to have found your family in New York, babe. I knew you would ofcourse, but they are the best kind you could ever wish for, they all care about you so much and it shows! Although I do have to say I'm a little jealous they already took most of your stuff with them, so you only have 2 suitcases left, lucky.'' she laughed. ''I love you babe, and I'm glad I got the chance to spend these 3 months with you.'' Eve said. ''I love you more.'' Y/N quickly said back.

''Speaking of love, is Steve seeing anyone maybe?'' Eve said with a twinkle in her eye. ''I hate to break it to you, but he isn't into girls. He has a lovely boyfriend at home in New York, sorry babe.'' Y/N laughed, thinking back to when she thought Bucky was Steve's boyfriend, but she's incredibly happy he's here boyfriend. She touched the necklace Bucky gave again and thought about him, and they went back to the campsite to enjoy the last 2 weeks of their trip together.

[spnhunter4life]

use a photo on your phone camera roll and write a quick scene/hc for it

First of all, I want to say thanks for sending this prompt in anon! It's the first question I've gotten from someone, so I'm pretty excited!

I'm going to assume if you're on my blog, you're a Supernatural fan, so that's what I wrote for. Sorry if I'm wrong about that!

I also love taking pictures (primarily of nature), so it was fun to go through and find one to write something for.

I hope you enjoy!

Dean parked the car on the side of the beaten up road. The old blacktop had seen better days. It was full of potholes and crumbling away on the edges.

We both got out of the car and walked around to meet each other in the front. Dean reached for my hand and I laced my fingers through his.

The sky, which had been threatening rain all day, had finally opened up twenty minutes ago and showered the world around us for about fifteen minutes. Though the blacktop still bore the evidence in the form of puddles, the ground soaked the moisture up greedily.

Dean and I walked together, enjoying the cool temperatures that always followed a summer rain. I admired the beautiful colors around me. The bright white clouds stood out against their darker relatives and the deep bluish gray sky they lived in. The grass seemed greener, brighter than it had before the rain.

"Thanks for pulling over," I said, breaking the silence.

"It was about time we got out to stretch our legs for a bit," he answered. "Besides, I can never get enough of seeing you this happy."

I grinned and he leaned over to kiss my cheek. I took in a lungful of fresh air and listened to the happily chirping birds. I would be content to live in this moment with Dean forever.