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wileys-russo · 9 months

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going on a roadtrip with Alessia and Ella and keeping all the touching and kissing and affections on the DL around ella but then when you stop for a bathroom break or to get fuel alessia drags you around a corner or into a stall and just presses you against the wall to DEVOUR your lips because she’s so touch starved and needy. Then you go back to the car and her hands on the small of your back and Ella immediately notices the marks all over your neck and her smug smile and just relentlessly teases you for the rest of the trip

road trip II a.russo

“please ella for the love of god if I have to hear one more elton john song I’m going to open this door and jump out into incoming traffic!” you groaned as the brunette beside you simply sang louder, turning the volume up from the steering wheel.

“don’t look at me, i offered to drive and you both said tooney was the better option. suffer the consequences!” alessia smiled from the back seat, stretched out and laid down comfortably as you looked on enviously.

you’d tried to sit in the back with her but ella had kicked off stating she wasn’t your personal chauffeur and if one of you didn’t sit in the front she wouldn’t come on the trip.

you sighed in relief as the girl finally pulled in to the service station, not able to unbuckle yourself fast enough absolutely busting to use the toilet.

“tooney!” you turned around to glare at the girl who quickly locked all the doors, sending you a cheeky grin. “oi, unlock it!” alessia leant forward to smack her best friend on the arm, sending her a firm warning glare as the younger girl rolled her eyes and unlocked the doors, mumbling something under her breath.

your girlfriend had never seen you run so fast and chuckled as you legged it into the toilet, making note of ella’s requested snacks and heading into the service station herself to stock up for the three of you, still another four hours to go until you reached your destination.

you sighed in relief as you washed your hands, now in a much better mood as you dried them on your shorts given there was no dryer or paper towel, typical.

you hummed im still standing to yourself quietly before you cursed ella for getting it stuck in your head, though no sooner did you grab at the handle did the door fly open, your blonde lover stepping quickly inside with a grin.

“hey love what-“

your words were cut short as the taller girl barrelled her body into yours, pressing you against the bathroom wall as her lips locked with yours delivering a bruisingly passionate kiss.

“three hours and no kisses, not happy.” the striker breathed out and shook her head as she gave you a moment to catch your breathe before her hand gripped your jaw and tugged your mouth to meet hers again.

you couldn’t help but moan into her mouth as her knee pressed teasingly into you and slipping her tongue in and swirled it around, the italian knowing exactly how to rile you up as she sucked down hard on your bottom lip and your head thumped back against the wall with a needy whine.

not even giving you a moment to process anything she pulled away and her lips instead began to attack and devour your neck.

her affections were clearly needy and messy as her fingers snuck up the inside of your hoodie, large strong hands flattening against the bare skin and pushing you harder against the wall so she felt your abs contract and tense under her every touch.

“lessi-“ you tried to beg her for no marks knowing how much ella would wind you both up, words falling short as her teeth sunk hungrily into a sweet spot right below your jaw that she knew all too well, having explored every inch of your skin with her lips like it was her own personal treasure map, and as per usual you were left defenceless to her needs.

then right as soon as her lips appeared, they were gone. the blonde smiled softly as she pulled away, tenderly using her thumb to gently wipe away a small string of spit left where her tongue had slipped back out of your mouth.

“ready? tooney wants snacks.” the taller girl held her hand out expectantly for you to take, ignoring the way her lips had just absolutely wrecked you only a few seconds ago as if it never happened, your mind spinning avidly and still trying to come back to present day.

none the less you grabbed her hand and allowed her to drag you back out of the bathroom, chatting your ear off about ella’s questionable music choices as she browsed the snack aisles as if everything was normal, you only able to reward her with an occasional hum of acknowledgment that you were listening, brain still too foggy to even form words.

it wasn’t until you stood at the counter to pay did everything really start to click.

the cashier glanced up at you as you stood beside your girlfriend, the young girls eyes widening as they landed on the obviously very fresh purple and red marks littering your neck.

with a smug smile alessia simply tapped her card and wrapped her arm around your waist, grabbing the bag of food and thanking the girl who could only nod wordlessly, leading you out of the service station with her hand on the small of your back.

“took ya long enough im wasting away here!” ella whinged as the two of you returned, leant against the side of her car as she snatched the bag off alessia, pawing through it.

“oh and now i see why!” she looked over to you, expecting some sort of comment about her manners like you’d normally give her but getting only silence, eyes landing on the glorious array of hickeys gifted to you by your seemingly ravenous touch starved girlfriend.

“next time you decide to have a quickie can you at least text me so i can get my own food while you both eat each other!” ella slid back in the car with a roll of her eyes as yours widened and you punched her in the arm.

“ow! what?” the brunette rubbed her arm and glared at you, alessia simply staying quiet in the bag, smug smile still painted proudly on her lips as ella continued to tease the two of you.

you glanced back to the blonde with an unimpressed glare, crossing your arms over your chest with a huff as alessia leant slowly forward.

her hand snaking around the back of your seat by the window she pressed her thumb against a particularly sensitive hickey, you hissing in pain and smacking her hand away.

ella was thankfully too preoccupied belting out the chorus of does your mother know to notice as you sent your girlfriend a warning look, the blonde simply smiling evilly with a wink and mouthing that she loved you and missed you as you simply flipped her off, the striker pouting sarcastically as you turned back around.

it seemed this would be a long girls trip.

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rose-tea-and-strawberries · 11 months

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After All Is Said And Done

Masterlist After the events of the winter holidays and Jamil’s manipulation, you and your friends are left to pick up the pieces.

Warning: I write the reader as female. Also the reader celebrates Christmas.

Includes: Angst, Female Prefect!Reader, Book 4 Spoilers, references to PTSD and depression, Jamil x Reader if you squint, platonic Ace x Reader x Deuce but can be read as pre-romantic

Honestly, after writing this, I’m thinking about writing a version with Riddle, Azul, Vil and Malleus...

You know I'm still standing better than I ever did

Looking like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid

I'm still standing after all this time

Picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind

- Elton John, I’m Still Standing

“Hey Y/N, there’s another one,” Grim called out from the doorstep. You can feel your stomach sink, already knowing just what was left at your door.

“Ugh,” Ace groaned in disgust, “you’d think that he’d give up after all this time.”

You mentally agreed. Ever since the incident in Scarabia during the winter holidays, Kalim has been making an effort to invite you to his parties. Eagerly calling out your name whenever he spots you and enthusiastically telling you to come join him, listing all of the food and music he’d love to share with you. You have to admit, you did have a soft spot for the young heir, his genuine wholesomeness making it impossible for you to outright dislike him. It’s clear as day that his kindness is authentic, that he actually does want to spend time with you and wishes to bring you enjoyment. The kicked puppy look he gives you every time you politely turn him down with a new excuse each time does take a stab at your conscience but you can’t help it. Every time you think about the possibility of stepping into that dorm your mind reels with memories of darkened rooms, harsh reprimands, agonisingly scalding marches, banging on doors until your hands bruised and screaming for someone, anyone, to let you out until your throat ached.

“Just burn it, Grim, you know the drill,” Deuce told the feline, his face twisted into annoyance.

“Hell yeah,” Grim crows in triumph, about to summon one of his beloved fire blasts before Ace swiped the ornately detailed paper from his paws and unceremoniously threw it into your fireplace not even giving it a glance as the flames burned it to ash.

“Don’t even bother,” Ace said, “stuff like this isn’t worth anyone’s time and effort. At least it can be used to kindle the fire for s’mores now.”

You looked at Ace and Deuce and you thanked The Seven for having such amazing friends. Whilst the uncomfortable twisting in your stomach still remained, their obvious attempt at helping you definitely alleviated it.

The previous winter holidays made it clear just how much they cared about you. The moment that they realised that something was wrong, they put aside their differences and used their own resources to personally check up on you. Granted, you would have appreciated it more if they arrived a few days earlier whilst you were still being kept prisoner but the warmth you felt inside at seeing such friendly faces after so long made up for everything.

When Ace and Deuce had entered Ramshackle with Grim one afternoon to prepare for another impromptu sleepover, with bags of groceries and overnight things in their arms, they were surprised to find it completely silent. Apart from the scuttling and twittering of woodland creatures, the moaning of old pipes and the nervous whispering of the apparitions that lived with you, it was disturbingly quiet.

They felt a collective chill go up their spines, though whether that was due to the lack of heat in this abandoned building, the growing fear that something is wrong with you or the presence of undead spirits huddled up in your living room was unknown.

The ghosts’ head shot up at the sounds of the door creaking closed behind them and the thuds of the boys dropping their bags onto the floor, frazzled worry lining their wispy white non-corporeal forms as they floated towards them. Their clear agitation did absolutely nothing to soothe the trio’s growing anxiety.

“You youngins’ are here for Y/N right?” one of them asked.

“Yeah, we are,” Ace replied, his voice coming out more harsh and aggressive to mask the growing dread.

“Is something wrong?” Deuce’s voice, on the other hand, clearly conveyed every inch of fear that he felt.

“We don’t know,” a taller ghost stated, “we haven’t seen Little Miss in ages.”

“All this time she’s been in her room, without a peep,” another butted in, “it’s been hours and she hasn’t even come down for dinner.”

“And you didn’t think to check on her?!” Ace said angrily, “she could be in trouble.”

“We can’t go in there!” the shortest of them explained defensively, “that’s a lady’s room.”

“And even if we could, what’s the point?” the first one elaborated, “it’s not like we have bodies that can help her.”

“Please go see her,” the second implored, “we’re worried.”

“You really care about her, huh?” Ace noted, seeing the panicked, begging looks that were being directed at them.

“Of course we do,” a ghost stated matter-of-factly, “Little Miss is family.”

“Maybe it’s nothing,” Deuce said after a beat of silence, trying to calm himself and everyone else, “maybe she’s just sleeping?”

“Yeah, that’s right,” Grim was quick to jump to that conclusion, any conclusion that wasn’t the fact that his beloved henchman is in trouble, “Henchman’s just conked out. She’s fine.”

Despite his cheery words, he couldn’t help the pit forming in his stomach, a deep hole that not even tuna could satisfy. The three of them looked at each other before running up the creaking stairs, with Deuce throwing the ghosts a quick thank you. As they reached the top and made their way down the corridor and towards your bedroom, they could faintly hear the sound of rushing water getting louder and louder. In spite of the darkness enshrouding the passageway, your room appeared to be fully lit, if the hazy golden glow peeking out from under your door was any indication.

With a firm twist, Ace banged open the door, completely ignoring the sound of it ricocheting off of its adjacent wall in his hurry to see you, only to find your room completely bare of any life. Noticing that the door to the attached bathroom was wide open, the trio rushed towards it only to stand frozen at the doorway.

The sight they were met with was you, sitting hunched up in your bathtub, still fully clothed sans your socks and shoes. Your shower was still on, sending streams of water down towards your crouched figure, completely drenching you.

“Y/N!” the three of them yelled, racing towards you. Grim jumped into your arms, getting on his hind legs so that he could paw at your shoulder and face, doing whatever his tiny hands could do to get you to notice him. Deuce did the same, stepping into the bathtub whilst Ace turned off the spray of water so that he could grip your shoulders and shake you whilst whisper-shouting your name. Still, you did not react, the only result of their attempts to stir you were your eyes laxly opening at their sudden manhandling, causing them to cease their jostling.

You looked less like a human and more like a marionette who had been cut from its strings. Your eyes, that were usually glowing with personality, all bright, fierce and lively, were currently dull, glassy and doll-like, all dim and staring without seeing. The only confirmation they had that their best friend was not a corpse were the small, dainty, robotic blinks of them and the way your chest would softly rise and fall.

“The hell, Deuce,” Ace looked more worried than he did before - and considering the amount of near death experiences he’s been through with you, that’s saying a lot, “what are we supposed to do?”

“I-I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?!” Grim exclaimed fiercely, not moving from where he was nestled against your cold, drenched chest, “Henchman needs you!”

“I know-I know,” Deuce was quick to appease him, “why don’t we start by getting her out of here and into something warm? Then we can figure out what to do.”

And so he brought you up into a bridal carry. Usually being so close to you would’ve flustered him beyond belief, his shyness around girls amplified around you despite all that you’ve been through together, especially now that the shower water made your soaked clothes stick onto you like a second skin and making certain aspects of your femininity more obvious but his need to help you was far stronger than any bashfulness he had.

He was scared - they all were. To see someone strong enough to fight overblots, to stand by their side and boldly face down the monsters in the mines, to live in this world that they are both literally and figuratively at the bottom of the food chain, so broken was nothing but haunting, a horrific sight that they’ll never be able to unsee.

Ace opened up your closet, grabbing some towels and a pair of pyjamas that he tossed onto your bed, as Deuce carried you to your bedroom, your head resting against the curve of your shoulder before gently placing you down onto your duvet.

“Let’s get you dried up, okay,” Ace cooed at you, smiling softly and speaking with a gentleness that surprised even him. He began to swipe a towel over your sodden frame as Deuce got to work gently drying your hair from behind you and Grim nuzzled, whined and purred against your lap.

“The ghosts told us that you haven’t eaten dinner,” Deuce murmured, “you should change into some dry clothes whilst we go and get you something.”

He got up from your bed and made a move to leave but your hand shot out and grasped onto the hem of his shirt. You continued to look down, not meeting anyone’s eyes as your shaking voice whispered, “don’t go.”

“Y/N, you’re drenched,” Ace said, “and you haven’t had anything in a while. We’ll be just downstairs and we won’t be gone for long.”

“Stay. Please,” your voice was weak and your eyes downcast, “don’t wanna be alone.”

The card soldiers gave each other a look before nodding and climbing onto your bed so that they sat as close to you as possible. You immediately cuddled up to them, allowing yourself to get enveloped by their touch.

“What’s wrong with me?” you whisper.

“Nothing’s wrong with you, Y/N,” Deuce soothed you, gently stroking your head and back like you would a wounded animal.

“Yeah,” Ace agreed with his rival, “it’s everyone else here that’s messed up.”

“Then why,” you did nothing to stop the tears from falling, your words coming out choked from the way your throat was constricting, “then why does all of this keep on happening to me?”

“I don’t know,” the red head sighed in defeat, continuing his ministrations on you.

You said nothing, allowing them to embrace you as you buried your face into their bodies, letting their clothes and Grim’s fur soak up your tears and muffled sobs.

It didn’t go unnoticed how your companions became even more protective of you after that incident. Wherever you went, they would flank you like guard dogs, shielding you from the rest of NRC and directing a glare at anyone who so much as looked at you. After hearing about how uncomfortable you felt being around certain people, they were on the lookout, not-so-sublty steering your body away from anyone they deemed unworthy of being within your gaze (you could’ve sworn that you heard Grim hiss at some students a few times).

It wasn’t just them. Your family of ghosts also made an effort to check in on you. Even when you couldn’t see them, you could feel them hovering near you in another room, making sure that you looked after yourself, gently reminding you to eat, sleep and rest. They called you over more often to join them in games, sharing stories and jokes, making sure not to mention anything that they felt could upset you.

Your past self - the person you were before your entrance to NRC, a person that now seemed almost like a stranger to you - would’ve found it smothering, almost demeaning at how they’re affections seemed to infantilise you but now, all you can think of is how much their presence comforts you, how loved they make you feel. It made you feel seen and heard, that at least the small handful of allies in your tight inner circle care enough to consider your feelings instead of sweeping them under the rug like everyone else. Like how a few words here and there and a few taps on the wrist were enough to clean up the mess that was the last overblot.

When the dust settled and all was said and done, everyone else partied whilst you were left hurt and broken and once again left to pick up the pieces of your shattered self.

It’s like your body is in constant fight or flight mode, with someone’s fist persistently banging on the ‘flight’ switch. Despite the anxiety and fear buzzing in you whenever you take a step outside, you feel constantly tired, both physically and mentally, your head feels like it’s perpetually submerged underwater and every bite of food you take tastes like sandpaper. ‘Down’ is the only word you can think of to describe yourself. Just chronically down - buried deep, deep underground with no way of clawing back onto the surface. It didn’t matter where you were or who you’re with, all you can hear is your mind constantly screaming at you that you’re in danger. No matter how many times they tried, the combined efforts of your new found family still couldn’t drive away the intrusive thoughts that crept up on you, the dark cloud of foreboding that would hover over you, the cold stare of the Grim Reaper that would follow you. Waiting.

You couldn’t fault Jamil for his overblot. Despite the pains of your heart, the logic of your mind knew that he wasn’t truly to blame for tossing you to the ends of Scarabia, for leaving you shivering in the freezing blizzard, your body numbing from its close brush with hypothermia, for sending projectile after projectile after you with the intent to maim, the intent to kill, for leaving the imprints of snake fangs in your body as companions to the myriad of other scars that were gifted to you from him and the overblots that came before. It didn’t take a genius to know that everything he did whilst covered in that disgustingly sticky black ink (the ink that will now and forever be a recurring character in your dreams) wasn’t under his complete control, no matter what your nightmares and the sinister voices that would whisper in your ear during the dead of night told you.

But you allowed yourself to blame him for everything that happened before his subsequent descent into madness; for kidnapping you, hypnotising you, locking you up in a dark room against your will, keeping you away from the only people (and ghosts) that actually cared about you and prevented you from contacting anyone.

You didn’t blame him for wanting freedom, for holding bitterness because of the cards he was dealt with, you just wished that he didn’t sacrifice your wellbeing in his schemes.

Whilst you did hate him for hypnotising you - in this world you already lost so much control of your life, he had to go ahead and take away even more of it - you resent him even more for manipulating you, for feigning affection in a world that gave you anything but, for using you, exploiting your weaknesses and the fact that you had no one apart from Ace, Deuce and Grim to call a friend.

Whilst Christmas doesn’t exist in this world, you made sure to make plans with your family in Ramshackle - you actually had fun detailing all that you were going to do with the ghosts and Grim: coming up with a menu, making or buying hand puppets to create your own Punch and Judy style panto, asking Sam to stock up on this world’s version of Christmas crackers, and just doing what you can to forget the fact that your friends and family are in a whole other world with no way to even give them glad tidings - but instead you spent it marching in the hot desert, contracting heat exhaustion, fainting due to said heat exhaustion when Kalim (actually Jamil) deprives you of any treatment despite your pleads and complaints, slurring your words and vomiting as you tried to ignore the worst migraine of your life and then spending half an hour breaking down into sobbing fits as you were once again imprisoned in that horrid room.

He made you believe that he was a friend, someone you could rely on. When you lost consciousness in the scorching desert, he gave you medicine and treated you to relieve the pain; when you felt confused and hurt by Kalim’s Jekyll-and Hyde-like behaviour and in anguish over not being able to leave, he provided a sympathetic ear and comforting smile as he gave you words of solace. But it was all a lie; you were suffering in the desert because of him, Kalim was hostile to you because of him, you were chased, treated horribly by the Scarabians and locked up against your will because of him.

All the torment you felt was because of him.

When you asked the Dorm Leader of Octavinelle and his underlings for help, you felt sick to your stomach, like scorching acid was leaving your mouth instead of words, at the very idea of having to ask the ones who conspired to make you homeless for help. But you had no choice, and the fact that he put you in a position where you had to go to people that you would rather die than ever associate with again makes you hate him even more.

Although, if you had to be honest, in a strange, warped sort of way, you almost respected Ashengrotto for what he did to you. At least he was honest when he stripped you of your home and the only family you had in this world, at least his malicious intentions weren’t hidden when he slyly slid you that dreaded contract - you didn’t even know why you were even surprised when he sent the eels out to harass you in his attempt at sabotage, he might not have invented sleaziness but he sure as hell perfected it. As dodgy as the mermen are, it would be better to have someone that you know you can never trust than one who takes your trust and then crumbles it to sand with his own hands right in front of you.

And Kalim - God, if your feelings for Kalim weren’t the epitome of mixed then you don’t know what is. On the one hand, the genuine warmth he exuded upon meeting you was unprecedented. Unlike the other students in this school, who openly treated you with hostility and malice before you could even say a word, he was the only one good-natured enough to show you the kindness you had missed from your world. Despite the obvious power imbalance, he treated you as an equal, sweeping you away on a magic carpet ride, treating you to the finest delicacies he had to offer, chatting, laughing and playing with you as if you were a person and not some magicless human that didn’t belong. But on the other hand he disregarded everything you went through under his so-called ‘best friend’s’ schemes. All the pain you suffered, all the scars you gained - both physical and emotional - were swept under the rug as Kalim answered Jamil’s public (“and insincere,” your mind adds) apology with an “I forgive you.”

“I forgive you.”

‘I forgive you’ Kalim says brightly and merrily goes out of his way to include Jamil during dorm activities like the Vice Housewarden didn’t do the magical equivalent of drugging and kidnapping you. Like he didn’t play you like a fool, dangling the possibility of friendship, of the companionship that you craved in this strange and lonely new world, before ripping it away from you and stabbing you in the back. Like he didn’t use you as a pawn in his sick, twisted game, literally controlling you and isolating you from any kindness you could get. It didn’t matter that after this you’ll never be the same again. No, of course not.

Because in this world, you didn’t matter.

It all comes to a head when the Viper himself is the one that approaches you.

You’re eating lunch in the dining hall when you feel an arm wrap around your shoulders and you get pulled into Ace’s chest. On your other side you can see Deuce’s hackles raise, his jaw clenching and glaring at an unknown individual with barely concealed anger, looking very much like the ex-delinquent he used to be.

“Whaddya want?” Grim drawls boorishly at the source of your friends’ ire, “we’re eatin’ here.”

“I’m aware of that,” the smooth, velvety voice of the Vice Dorm Leader of Scarabia makes you tense, an action Ace must have felt because you feel his hand squeeze yours shortly after. You writhe in place, loosening his hold and giving you enough wiggle room to get out of his grip. With your hand still in his, you turn to look at the interloper, to see what he says next, “Kalim’s hosting a banquet this evening and he’s asked me to personally invite Y/N.”

“Well she’s not coming,” Grim snapped at him.

“She’s busy,” Deuce said.

“And she has nothing to say to you,” Ace interjected, “so you can go ahead and bog off.”

Viper sighs, “I see. If that’s all.”

He turns around to leave but you stop him, “w-wait.”

At this not only he turns to look at you with bewilderment but Ace, Deuce and Grim as well. You continue, “can I please speak with you outside, there’s something I have to say.”

“Wha-Y/N are you sure?” Deuce said, looking at you with worry.

“Yeah, you don’t have to do this,” Ace agreed.

“He doesn’t deserve it,” Grim said imploringly.

You smiled at him and pet the fur on his head before giving Ace and Deuce reassuring glances, “I’ll be fine. We’ll be just in the corridor outside so you’ll be nearby.”

“Alright then if you say so. But if he tries anything…” Deuce gives the Scarabian a glare, letting his threat linger.

With that you get up and wordlessly walk out of the dining hall and into the empty hallway adjacent to it, knowing that the other was following you without having to turn around and look. You stop at a corner and after taking a deep sigh to brace yourself you turn around and tell him with varying steadiness, “I just want to say that as much as I appreciate Kalim’s generosity and hospitality, I’m afraid that I have to decline.”

“Quite the journey just for one sentence,” he raises an eyebrow, the only expression his inscrutable face allows, “you couldn’t have said this back there?”

“It’s best if I told you this one-on-one just to get it out of the way. Make it clear that I’m the one who told you that I can’t attend and my friends have nothing to do with it. Now if you’ll excuse me-”

“But that’s not all you want to say, is it?” his question pierces you like a blade to your chest, releasing all of the air that was in your lungs.

“Whatever it is you want to say to me,” he intones, his voice as calm and collected and fake as it always is, “I can take it.”

Jamil Viper was many things but an idiot is not one of them. After Kalim’s first five consecutive rejections, he was well-aware that the so-called emergencies, errands and other assorted tasks were just excuses you made to prevent you from outright telling the Dorm Leader that you just didn’t want to attend. He can’t say he blamed you. He understood that you had a less than stellar time during your last visit to the dorm - after all, he was responsible for it. He tried explaining to Kalim that perhaps it would be best to leave you alone but his bleeding heart refused to understand that you were just being polite. He did consider you a friend after all, and truly wanted to pay you back for everything that you did to help him and his dorm during the holidays and to hear your refusals disheartened him, sending him whining about how he wished he could make you happy to thank you for all that you’ve done and make up for what happened. Jamil’s statements that maybe you just wanted to be left alone fell on deaf ears as the young heir decided to send another invite through him. Jamil bit back the remark that he would be the last person you wanted to see and begrudgingly left to do his duty.

“What if what I want to say to you is that the very sight of you makes me sick?”

You’ve got to hand it to yourself, despite having over a decade to fine tune his poker face and hide his inner thoughts, his eyes visibly widened, shock flashing over his features before immediately regaining their usual unreadable appearance.

You would’ve relished at his slip up, that for less than a second you were able to gain an upper hand over the man who toyed with your vulnerability and orchestrated your suffering, if you didn’t have a voice in your head warning you that it could all just be another ploy, another way for him to trap you in his coils and squeeze until you choke.

That’s what snakes do after all. They patiently lie in wait, completely unassuming and unthreatening, before they strike so fast and so viciously that its prey is completely helpless to the onslaught of venom that’s injected into its neck.

He continues to stare at you, speechless so you continue, clenching your hands in a desperate attempt to stop them from shaking and willing your voice to stop wobbling despite every nerve in your body yelling at you to hightail out of there, to get away from the threat, the danger, that you’re not safe, just run, just flee to the refuge of Ramshackle before you inevitably get hurt again.

“I can’t look at you without wanting to throw up. Every time I see your face all I can remember is what you did to me, how you used me, how my feelings were nothing but toys for you to play with to make you feel better. You hurt me. In one of the most unforgivable ways possible and I don’t think that I can go back to the person I was before the holidays.”

“You know what?” you laugh bitterly, shaking your head at yourself, “honestly, I can’t say that you’re completely to blame. It was my mistake for actually being stupid enough to fall for your act. If my time in this world taught me anything it’s that I should never let my guard down. I should’ve known that you never wanted to be my friend, that you, just like everyone else here, only care about yourself, without giving a damn about who you have to hurt to get it. It’s my fault for not learning from my experiences, for deluding myself into thinking that someone can actually like me in this damned place. God, I’m an idiot. At least now I know better than to believe your deception.”

“Y/N-”

“Was it fun, at least? Did you enjoy it? Taking a helpless, magicless girl and using her to satisfy your own twisted schemes? Taking my powerlessness and using that as a stepping stool to make you feel better? Manipulating me like your little lamb for slaughter? At least, I can say that the whole experience taught me something and it’s that no one here cares about me, that apart from Ace, Deuce and Grim, I have no one. So I think it would be best to tell your Dorm Leader that unfortunately, I will not be attending. Or not. You could just hypnotise him. Either way is the same to him.”

You turned around and was about to go back to the comfort of your friends, before tossing a few parting words over your shoulder:

“Congratulations, Vice Dorm Leader Viper, you’ve achieved what you wanted. You said that you did all of that so you can finally have your actions acknowledged - well, here you have it. Now I can’t go a minute without acknowledging what you’ve done.”

And with that you walked away, meeting up with Ace, Deuce and Grim as they wrapped their arms around your shaking body and walked you back to the sanctuary of Ramshackle.

#angst #twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #ace trappola x reader #deuce spade x reader #twst grim #jamil viper x reader #ace x reader x deuce #fem reader

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fruity-mega-coconut69 · 1 year

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Fake

[Pairings]: Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader

[Summary]: At the end, your fake relationship does not stop you from loving Tara Carpenter and you too, get your happy ending.

[Warnings]: Swearing, bad writing, not proof-read.

“Y/N! Are you ready?!”

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“Yes! Jesus!I’m coming” You yell, coming out of your room to meet Kash.

When you come face-to-face, he is smirking. “That’s what she said:” Rolling your eyes, you slap his shoulder and walk past him.

“That’s not funny. “

He snorts and follows you out the door and down the stairs, leaving your apartment and locking the door. “Uh, yes it is?” You just shake your head, walking down the stairs. You arrive at the entrance and Kash opens the door for you, you roll your eyes once again and walk out, heading towards Kash’s car.

“You know, if you roll your eyes that much it might get stuck in the back of your fucking head.” He shrugs as he walks over to the driver's side.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Oh, which car is this now? Is it a new one?” You ask, sliding your hand over the hood before placing it on the door handle and opening the door.

He looks over before getting in. “No. I just haven’t used it in a while. I got it for my 20th birthday. “ You raise your eyebrows at him, but get in and close the door after you. Kash smiles. “ This baby is an Electric 1967 Ford Mustang. “ He brags as he starts the engine.

“Alright, alright. I get it, you’re rich. Now let’s get going before Mindy or Sam get mad at us for being late. “

“Oh, shit. Yeah. “With that, he drives out of the parking lot and speeds down the busy New York streets until he gets to your friend's apartment building. You see them at the side of the road, standing beside Sam’s car. A white peugeot 2008. Kash parks his car behind Sam’s and you guys get out.

Chad comes over to you and Kash, he hugs you with a smile and greets you. Then, he turns to Kash and gives him one of his bear-hugs too. As you look at the interaction, you smirk at Kash’s red face. When all of your friends greet you, Quinn speaks up.

“Ooh, I wasn’t informed that you were bringing your boyfriend, Y/N” Out of the corner of her eye, she can see Tara roll her eyes and put a deep scowl on her face, which goes unnoticed by you.

“Well, not my problem. “ You say, chuckling .

“Okay, everybody ready to go?” Sam shouts as she gathers their bags. Everyone nods and gets in her car. Huffing, you hold out your hand and Kash places his in it, leading you back to the car and letting go to get in the driver’s seat.

And, you start your journey to the beach.

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As you slowly arrive, you and Kash are still singing and dancing to ‘Manila’ by Ray Dalton and Alvaro Soler.When the song ends and you realize that you arrived, the two of you break out into laughter. You and Kash get out and he goes to get your bags while you join your friends.

“Heyy, how was your ride?”

Tara is first to turn around and your smile widens as you take in her appearance. A white tank-top with green cargo pants.” Hii, it was great, thanks! Yours? “ Her eyes sparkle as she smiles while looking at you, you immediately melt at the sight of her pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Good, Good. “ You mumble as you look away when you feel your face flush. Then Kash arrives and puts an arm around your shoulders then smiles at Tara. The others start going towards the sore and Kash gasps and yells at them to wait up. The three of you walk beside each other with you in the middle. Kash then looks at you and takes in your flushed state then laughs and looks at you teasingly.

When you catch up with the others, you all start having funny conversations. You guys search for a good spot to lay your blankets out on for a while then you finally find one and settle down, everyone changing into their swimwear. Kash and you lie down on sun-beds beside each other and laugh about random things. When you quiet down, you catch him staring at Chad as he plays volleyball with Mindy, Anika and Ethan. Grabbing your magazine, you slap him on the stomach with it causing him to look at you.

“What?”

You let out a laugh. “Stop staring at him. It’s weird. Ask him out! “

He sighs. “You know I can’t. Firstly, it would be weird, considering you are my ‘girlfriend’ and secondly, I don’t know how! “ He whines and you laugh.

As you continue talking, you don’t notice Tara staring harshly from the -not so far- distance. Instead, it’S Quinn who notices and nudges her friend's shoulder causing her to look at Quinn. “ What? “

“He won’t get swallowed up by the ground even if you glare at him the whole day, T” She lets out a laugh as Tara huffs and shifts beside Quinn, no longer staring at you guys.

She puts her hands on her face and groans. “I knowwwww! “

“You should talk to her. “ Tara looks at Quinn with wide eyes.

“About what?”

“Well, I don’t know, maybe about how you’re in love with her? “

Tara shakes her head in disapproval. “I can’t do that. What about Kash? He is a sweet guy. “

Quinn sits up with a serious look on her face. “Come on, T. I know that too. But It would be easier for you too. Don’t you think? “ Tara just shakes her head and Quinn scoffs, getting and leaning down to yank Tara up from the ground. “I don’t care. You are going to talk to her. Now.” Then pushes her forwards.

Tara looks at her as she lies back down and glares, Quinn just smiles innocently and makes a whooshing sign with her hand. Tara rolls her eyes, but starts walking nonetheless.

When Kash notices Tara walking over, he nudges your shoulder and points at her. “Oh, looks like I’m joining volleyball. See ya!” With that, he flies out of the sun bed and runs over to the others. Groaning, you fall back into your sunbed.

Tara arrives and sits down beside you. You turn and smile at her. “Hey, what brings you here? “

She rolls her eyes, but then smiles. “Quinn can be so annoying sometimes. “ At that, you let out a giggle and for a second or two, Tara is stuck, staring at your face, your lips, your nose, your eyebrows then she meets your eyes and you both blush.

Clearing your throat, you nod and smile at her. “Yeah, but that’s why we love her. Isn’t it? “ Tara nods while grinning then looks at the others. Sam is laying on her blanket beside Danny, tanning. Ethan, Anika and Mindy are at the bar ordering drinks, Quinn is where she left her, reading a book. And Chad and Kash are in the water, splashing it at each other.

You swallow when you look at her fully. She is now wearing a black bikini, her skin glowing in the light of the sun. “Hey, let’s go in the water, yeah?”

“Alright”

And with that, the two of you run towards the water at full speed then when you are far enough ,jump in while laughing and giggling. After that, you and Tara just float around each other in comfortable silence with smiles on your faces.

Your heart is beating fast and your breathing is shaky as well as your voice when you speak up quietly. “Uhm…..I like you. “

Tara straightens up and looks at you. “Well I like you too Y/N. Where did that come from” She laughs nervously, trying not to read anything into what you said until you speak again.

“No, no. I mean I like like you, Tara! Hell even love you! “ You don’t know where this is coming from but you just go with it.

Tara smiles “ I… like like you too, Y/N.” Then it fades as she glances behind you at Kash, who is still fooling around with Chad. You follow her line of sight and let out a breath.

“L-Look, I know what you’re thinking. But let me explain. Okay?” Tara nods. “Okay.So, i’m actually Kash’s fake girlfriend and he is actually gay, but he is scared to come out to her family, so when on one of the family dinners they asked him about his girlfriend that was non-existent and the next day he turned to me, so yeah.” Tara’s mouth is forming an ‘o’ shape as her eyes dance between you and Kash. “Yeah. “ You let out a breath, the slightly cold water cooling your body.

Then, you see Tara moving closer and you gasp when she is inches away from you. A smirk is placed on her lips then she pulls you closer by your waist, flushing your bodies together. A nervous chuckle leaves your lips then it’s muffled as Tara places hers on them. At first, you are tense, but you quickly relax and cup Tara’s face, tilting your head to the side, deepening the kiss. You let out a sigh as her mouth moves against yours smoothly, her fingers squeezing your hips before pulling away.

“Hhmm, I’ve been waiting to do that.”

You let out a laugh. “Yeah, me too”

There is a beat of silence before your eyes meet and your lips clash against each other again. Her arm wraps around your waist fully this time and yours are around her shoulders as you guys kiss passionately. A smile makes it’s way on your face as Tara’s tongue pokes your lower lip before you open your mouth and it slides in, exploring your mouth and dancing with your own. She hums when you let out a low groan then pulls back slowly, just enough so your foreheads bump together.

“I… Love you” She mutters shyly, panting.

“I love you, too” You're also panting slightly.

What you don’t know is that Kash and Chad already got out of the water and joined the others. Upon noticing you and Tara- and the others confusion- Kash explained the whole situation and he also didn’t miss the slight redness in Chad's cheeks.

Only when you and Tara hear a long wave of, ‘whoo’s and ‘Yay’s is that you look up to see your friends jumping around and cheering, not caring about the hundreds of people staring at them.

Glancing back at you, Tara laughs and a second later you join too.

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A/N: it's kinda short, so sorry

#jenna ortega x fem!reader #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x you #scream franchise #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #scream fanfic #jenna ortega x you #scream vi #Spotify

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walkingintheheartbreaksatellite · 11 months

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You & I

Ya’ll can thank this fit and @erggggggggg for this. Fluffiness ahead. You may or may not need tissues.

Contains- Social Anxiety, Dadrry, JUST PURE FLUFF

Summary- Y/N has never been a big people person. Harry loves that about her. But he also wants her to enjoy one of those most important times of their life. On the night of their wedding rehearsal, her anxiety gets the best of her, until her future husband brings her out of her shell.

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“Love, please, she’ll be just fine with my mum.”

I shake my head, tears threatening to spill as I hug my baby girl close to me.

“She’s- she’ll freak out. You know how she’s been lately. She’ll have a fit and I just want everything to go okay… It’s just better if I hold her.”

Harry lets out a small sigh and shakes his head. He plucks Poppy from my arms and carries her to Anne, who happily takes the giggly two year old in her arms. He comes back over to me and takes my hand, dragging me outside the reception hall.

He leads me over to the side wall over looking the green forest and he sits down, placing me in his lap as he holds me close and tight.

“Talk to me love. What’s going on inside your pretty head?”

I take a deep breath and let it out slowly, shaky as I lean into his chest.

“I’m just- I’m not good with talking to people. I know this is part of getting married but I’m nervous…”

Harry lets out a small laugh and he hugs me tighter as he begins to rock me back and forth in his arms.

“Y/N, everyone attending is our closest friends and family. They love you! You have nothing to be nervous about.”

I roll my eyes and shake my head against his chest.

“Harry, you literally invited Elton John and Stevie Nicks. People I can hardly let out a word to because I’m so nervous.”

He chuckles again and stands up, placing me on the ground before he takes my hand as he begins to lead me through the small garden.

“But you know who else is there? Our friends. You know.. Niall, Sarah, Mitch, all people who adore you. Your mum, who obviously loves you to death. My mum who most likely loves you more then she does me and Gem… Tonight is just our rehearsal. Tomorrow is the big day. And you? Will be just fine.”

I give him a small smile and I squeeze his hand before wrapping my arms around his as he gazes into my eyes. He pecks my lips softly, my lip gloss slightly coating his lips as he rests his forehead against mine.

“All those people? They’re here for us. To celebrate us with those we love dearly. Be yourself. This is our day. You & I, right?”

He pecks my lips once more and I smile.

“Always. Thank you Harry… For everything. You’ve made me so.. So happy…You and our daughter… You’re my entire world. I don’t know where I’d be without you…”

He smiles and hugs me tight before placing a kiss on my forehead.

“I should be thanking you, my love. You have made me the happiest man in the world. You are the love of my life and I’m grateful I met you.”

He holds me for a moment, swaying with me as we enjoy the silence, until our little moment is interrupted.

“Well, well, well. Escaping from your own rehearsal dinner? Poppy, tell mummy and daddy to hurry up.”

We turn around to see Gemma and Anne, who’s still holding a happy Poppy, wiggling her legs. Anne sets her down and she runs to us, her little dress bouncing a little as she giggles. Harry lets me go and bends down a little to catch her in his arms. She squeals as he hoists her up and holds her close.

“Poppy, what do we say to mumma, do you remember?”

She nods with a little giggle and reaches out to me, grabbing my cheeks. She looks into my eyes and I smile as I stare into her eyes, practically a carbon copy of Harry’s.

“Happy mama, happy daddy, happy Poppy! Mama happy?”

I smile and take her from Harry’s arms, kissing her little cheeks.

“Mama’s very happy, baby.”

She smiles and looks at Harry.

“Daddy happy?”

Harry smiles and nods before he kisses her cheek.

“Very happy,bug. Is Poppy happy?”

She nods with a big smile and we laugh. She wiggles in my arms and I set her down. She takes my hand in hers and Harry’s in her other hand, squeezing tight with her little hands.

“I wove mama and daddy.”

Harry and I share a look and we smile, and I fight to hold back my tears.

“We love you too baby.”

Poppy giggles and looks up at me.

“Inside? We go inside mama?”

Harry and I share one more look before I nod. I smooth out my dress before squeezing onto Poppy’s hand and we head inside together. Harry gives me a reassuring smile and we hand Poppy off to Anne.

The rehearsal goes smoothly, lots of smiles and laughs coming from our closest friends and family. We tuck Poppy in to bed, with her plead for kisses from both mama and daddy and a story before bed.

I start to feel better, and though Harry pouts about sleeping separately for the night, he gives me one final kiss with the promise of tomorrow being the start of forever.

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Please let me know what you guys thought!!! I may be open to writing more of this!!!

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lvckyyz · 4 months

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nike’s cabin headcanon

cabin’s song: i’m still standing - elton john

nike is the goddess of victory, strength and speed

her children are athletic and extremely competitive

if you’re from cabin 17, you probably think being defeated is worse than dying, at least if you’re dead you won’t have to deal with the feeling of losing

some might say you’re a sore loser and dramatic, but you’re just under a lot of pressure, after all, your mother is victory herself

but anyway, all nike’s children are not only talented in everything they do, they are also GORGEOUS✨ that’s not fair

winning against cabin 17 is almost like winning every category in the olympics games, and between all the other cabins, only cabin 1 and 6 managed to defeat them

you love adrenaline and challenge yourself very often

giving up is never on your plans

you actually can’t give up, you’re not allowed to. when you got claimed by nike, your siblings made you swear to never give up until you win

and that’s when your mother gifted you with golden wings (nike’s kids love showing off their wings🙄)

you’ll never admit but you’re so stubborn

and you fight over the silliest things just to have the feeling you’re better than someone

cabin 17 might be a little intimidating for the ones who just got claimed by nike, because it’s interior is full of trophies, medals, and A LOT of gold

if you end up having to fight against any of nike’s children during capture the flag, i wish you the best of luck. you’ll need it.

they are very popular in chb, but the kind of popular that half of the camp loves and the other hates

that being said, nike’s kids are friends with cabins 1, 3, 6 and 16, and they are close to all of them

nike’s children are really sociable but not everyone knows how to deal with their extra competitive side🤷‍♀️

on the other side, cabins 7 and 19 are not their biggest fans. the apollo’s kids just say the campers in cabin 17 are mean, but the tyche’s kids…..

basically cabin 17 and 19 have this luck vs talent thing

guess who wins most of the time😌

they have so much energy and it never seems like they’re getting tired

they’re not the best example of comprehensive people

and they take some time to admit their mistakes as well

nike’s children heal faster than the others

but they still end up in infirmary very frequently

a/n: i love this cabin sooo much, and people never talk about them, really, finding content about cabin 17 is so hard😣

also, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 60 FOLLOWERS🥹🫶

#percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #heros of olympus #pjo hoo toa #jason grace #pjo imagine #pjo tv show #rick riordan #riordanverse #headcanon #luke castellan #leo valdez #nico di angelo #cabin 17 #nike #clarisse la rue

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cobalt-axolotl · 7 months

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I plan on doing art RQS (request not the remnant queue system)

I would love if you submitted your head cannons and ask me my own.

About me

I am a pansexual cis male

I fictionkin charlotte Emily, Henry stickmin, and plush trap.

Cassidy is my main blorbo

My prounouns he/him

My name is Austin but I also go by cobalt, charlie (my middle name is charles), and that mother fucker

My favorite fandoms are the following: homestuck, COTL, scp, fnaf, dsaf, Dhmis. Danny phantom, megaman, creepypasta, glitch productions, Minecraft, Ben 10, omori, undertale, sonic, gravity falls, Pokémon, bendy, TcoA&L, analog horror as a whole (especially Mandela catalog, angel hare, and Midwest Angelica), gr3gory88, helluva boss, hazbin hotel, TF2, moral orel, half life, half life VR but the AI is self aware, bioshock, 5YL, Spooky’s Jump-scare Mansion, The owl house, epithet erased, amphibia, Steven universe, Henry stickmin, disc world, AO ONI, pizza tower, and various tokusatsu

My favorite animal is the axolotl

I mainly post incorrect quotes and art but I do run an ask blog for my AU’s

I am a simp for papyrus undertale

Minecraft is my favorite video game

I run an 14+ blog

By the time I am making this edit I am 18 years old.

My OTPs are Evan x Cassidy and marlie

DNI (do not interact)

Transphobes

Racist

Sexist

TERFs

Homophobes

Pedophiles

Trolls

Stupid people (people who refuse to learn)

List of my AUs and they’re connected cannons

Golden children (fnaf)

Shattered souls (fnaf)

Malefactor malfunction (fnaf and Ben 10)

Glam it (fnaf)

Triple M (scp)

Xanthophobia (fnaf)

GMTC (fnaf and undertale)

B&P (fnaf and dnd)

NUCN (fnaf)

SBR (fnaf)

Under void (undertale)

Fazrune (fnaf and deltarune combo)

Like it never even happened (fnaf)

List of oc’s and ther connected AUs

Nick (my fnaf AUs)

Virgil (under void)

List of my AU’s with songs that describe them

Golden children: just gold by Mandi pony (I don’t like the guy I just like his music)

Shattered souls: creepin towards the dirt by griffinila

Malefactor malfunction: the ben 10 theme song (just replace the words Ben 10 with Cassidy)

Glam it: this comes from inside by the living tombstone

Triple M: secure container protect by madame macabre

Xanthophobia: look what you made me do by taylor swift

GMTC (give me the child): collared by vane

Bears and pizzerias: your the key by Kyle Allen music

Nicks ultimate custom night: replay your nightmare by hard ninja

Stuck in the back room (my alive AU): I’m still standing by Elton John

Under void: gasters theme by Toby fox

Characters in my AU’s

Cassidy Noelle Carter (died at 14 in golden child au) (in the golden children AU she becomes Fredbear and in the shattered souls, glam it, xanthophobia ,and malefactor malfunction AU she doesn’t die) (can speak German) (learned German so she can figure out what’s bothering Nick and calm him down) (in xanthophobia nicks death drives her to the point of insanity and causes here to become a serial killer “super edgy I know”) (in shattered souls she marries Evan but doesn’t change her last name due to her hatred for William) (learned Korean from her mother and is fluent it)

Evan afton (crying child) (died at 12 in golden children au but not dead in malefactor malfunction, glam it, xanthophobia, or shattered souls Au) (loses all sense of empathy after the bite of 83 in xanthophobia “a head injury can do that to you right?”) (marry’s cassidy in shattered souls)

Benny afton (Cassidy’s and Evan son biological son in shattered souls) (an analog to golden children Cassie)

Goldie (he’s here he’s there he’s everywhere who you gonna call psychic friend fred-bear)

Gregory afton (Vanessa’s brother in the golden children au) (trans gender FTM)

Cassie Maxie Carter (nick and Elizabeth’s adopted daughter in the golden children AU) (named after her aunt)

Kasey Roxanna Carter (Cassidy’s twin sister) (nicks older sister) (lesbian) (cares for Nick as much as Cassidy but is unable to understand him at times) (neli’s ex girlfriend) (posses Roxanne wolf) (currently dating Susie) (learned Korean from her mother and is fluent in it)

Gaberiel grim (died at 10) (died in 1985) (possesses Freddy)

Jeremy grim (died at 11) (died in 1985) (posses Bonnie)

Fritz smith(died at 3) (died in 1985) (posses foxy)

Susie McCarthy (died at 14) (died in 1985) (posses chica) (Kasey’s current girlfriend)

Adrian smith(died at 5) (died in 1987) (part of the second mci) (posses mangle)

Millie fitzsimmons (died at 18) (died in 1987) (part of the second mci) (possesses toy Bonnie)

Markus Murphy (died at 17) (died in 1987) (part of the second mci) (possesses toy Freddy)

Nelli Twain ( died at 16) (died in 1987) $part of the second mci) (possesses toy chica) (Kasey’s ex girlfriend)

Jake McCarthy (died at 6) (died in 2016) (used to posses stitch wraith along with Andrew)

Andrew Montgomery Emily (died at 16) (died in 1987) (part of the second MCI) (posses Monty in the golden children au) (used to possess stitch wraith along with Jake) (was besties with Cassidy and Evan)

Charlie Emily / Charlie afton (not dead in the golden children or Xanthophobia au) (is dead in shattered souls) (marries Mike in the golden children au)

Mike afton

Vanessa afton (Mike and Charlie’s daughter in golden children au)

Elizabeth Clair Afton / Elizbeth Clair Carter (doesn’t die or posses baby in the golden children au) (died at 8 in the shattered souls & malefactor malfunction AU’s) (is nicks best friend) (dies to circus baby in shattered souls au) (takes Evan’s place in shattered souls au) (born in 1979 in the main 2 AU’s) (married to Nick as an adult in the golden children au) (going to college to become a psychologist in the golden children au)

Malary Emily ( Henry’s wife) (Charlie and Sammy’s mom)

Henry emily (dies at 63) (championed for better treatment of autism in the golden children AU)(mentored Nick in robotics after Edd’s death)

Clair afton (died at 20 due to suicide) (Williams ex)

Loralai afton (Williams current life) (survives in every AU I made) (her name is also a pun on Ballora) (Evan and Elizabeth’s mom)

William Afton (Dies at 36)

Dave miller (nicks therapist) (named after book and DSAF Dave)

Nikki Carter (Nick, Kasey, and Cassidy’s mom) (Korean immigrant) (left while Nick was too young to remember) (may or may not have indirectly been the cause of David’s abuse to towards Nick)

Malcom faraday zanaflex (main protagonist of my scp au)

Dr Elias Munro (died at 79 on the year 1981) (original owner of fredbear’s sing’n show) (was a father figure to Henry and William) (was their boss before he retired in 1955)

Zachary Munro/nightmarionne (not dead) (became a mutant after a remnant injection) (immortal) (grandson of Elias)

Garret schmit (basically Garret from the movie combined with Mike from the movie)

Abby schmit (just Abby from the movie)

Jeremy Fitzgerald

Sammy Lewis emily (is younger than Charlie in these AU’s) (like around nicks age) (non verbal until his twelfth birthday) (good with Rubik’s cubes) (dies in xanthophobia and takes charlottes place as the puppet)

Billy (AI created by William afton to watch after evan while he worked on his projects)

Jack Kennedy (named after the one from DSAF just nota corpse) (Bonnie mask Bully) (gave Nick the spring Bonnie mask) (was much less willing than mikes other friends during the bite of 83) (mikes right hand man)

Maddison Simmons (jacks girlfriend) (chica mask Bully) (was much more willing than her boyfriend)

Jerry Mann (Freddy mask bully) (just as willing as Mike & Emilia)

Vinny (literally just exist to be Sammy’s boyfriend because I don’t like Sammy being forever alone)

Nickolas Alastair Carter (Kasey and Cassidy’s younger brother) (has a red Bonnie plushi named mr Marvo) (is a paranoid schizophrenic) (was raised by his sisters due to them having bad parents) (takes Cassidy’s place in shattered souls au) (works at the pizzaplex in the glam it au) (born in 1983 in the main 2 AU’s) (has a slightly un healthy obsession with Bonnie the bunny) (was hired on by Henry during the events of fnaf 1 in golden children AU) (often wore a Red Bonnie halloeeen mask as a child) (can speak German but only does it when he’s extremely angry or when he finds a certain word to be extremely funny) (autistic “like me”) (he’s also really defensive about his intellect) (died in a ball pit in shattered souls au) (acespec panromantic) (post ffps his soul transfers into eclipse in the SS Au)

Edwin Alastair Carter (Aka. Grandpa eddy) (Nick and Cassidy’s grand father) (their only parrental figure that isn’t abusive to Nick) (was hired by Henry and William to design the springlock suits) (built the mimic as a friend for Nick) (also made the old man consequences AI)

David mobi carter (Nick, Kasey, and Cassidy’s father) (abusive towards Nick in specific) (Cassidy is his favorite) (ignores Kasey) (is manipulative towards Nick)

Old man consequences (an AI that acts as a sorta therapist to Nick in my AU’s)

Nightmare (before being possessed by half of nicks soul it was the first working springlock suit known as proto lefty) (not one of the nightmare animatronics) (half of nicks soul)

Marvo Marvelous (half of nicks soul in the shattered souls au) (a red magician hare)

NYX

Glitchtrap (separate from mimic) (had his consciousness put into a roomba)

Captain poncho (nicks imaginary friend) (scares Gagleon)

Stitch wraith (possessed by Andrew and Jake)

Fredbear (possessed by Cassidy and Evan in golden children au)

Plush trap (in the golden child au he is a little drone sent out by null trap)

Null (second spring Bonnie suit that William place Evans body in after he died) (possessed by Evan in the both AU’s)

Mxes the hare (in the au he is named after mr mxes) (the au version of him looks more human in the AUs) (in golden children au he was first an animatronic for the fnaf 1 location that filled the same role as the then defunct security puppet) (created my nick)

RWQFSFASXC (all of nicks insecurities in physical form) (main antagonist of the GMTC AU) (shadow Bonnie)

Shadow Freddy

Mr mxes (has half of Cassidy’s soul inside of it in golden child au) (is choc full of agony from Nick)

Mimic (nick and Cassidy pretend he’s their older brother as in all three AU’s he just lives with the two)

Nickolai (animatronic human built by Henry as a third entertainer at fredbear’s family diner) (starts wearing a Fredbear Halloween mask after the mci for… “reasons”)

Void Bonnie (shattered souls spring Bonnie) (has a shadow variant name dark trap) (this Springbonnie is possessed by Nick not William afton as he simply feeds off of William’s agony) (heroic counterpart to Springtrap) (takes golden Freddy’s place in shattered souls AU) (born from Nick’s corpse being put into a certain ball pit) (name after the void between the physical and spiritual plains)

Mangle

Miketrap (the pit creature before metamorphosing into pit Bonnie) (a Monroe experiment)

Salvage (an old springlock suit given life through mysterious means) (a Monroe experiment)

Nightmarionne (a nightmare version of the puppet) (a Monroe experiment)

Remnant Queue System (the shadow’s child)

Night-watch (machine built by Mike to hunt down what’s left of Fazbear entertainment and destroy William once and for all) (-the rebuilt endo of Fredbear)

The classics

The toy animatronics

The withered animatronic

Springtrap (not darktrap) (in shattered souls darktrap used the spring locks to curve his violent tendencies and forget about him being a killer) (in shatttered souls his charge goes from being a humanized billcipher as William to a dsaf Dave miller and gruncle stan combo as Springtrap)

The nightmares (evil versions of the twisted ones in the golden children au)

The fun times

Ennard the clown (the in between of the fun times and glamrocks with his blood lust being replaced by a humanoid level of sapience) (has a shape sifting gimmick which he uses to entertain kids)

The Glamrocks

The twisted ones (in the my AU’s they’re good guys and built by Mike along with night-watch)

The hellfire animatronics (upgraded versions of the twisted ones)

The night terror animatronics (scrap’s, night terror Freddy, night terror Bonnie, night terror foxy, and night terror chica,)

The salvage animatronics (salvage Monty, salvage freddy, salvage ennard, and darktrap) (constructed from broken animatronics) (end is are exposed) (partially inspired by the ignited animatronics)

And the omori charecters are cannon to the malefactor malfunction au cuz why the fuck not

The springlock animatronics (fredbear, spring Bonnie, and Alastair)

Villains for malefactor malfunction can be found here

How the AU’s work

Each au has four version (book style in which it falls into silver eye’s continuity, game style in which it falls into game continuity, movie style in which it falls into movie continuity, and amalgam style in which it combines all three continuity’s into one)

In xanthophobia Cassidy is the villain (William afton die’s extremely soon in the AU and for once in his life never comes back)

So in my most of my AU’s the souls are able to grow old despit not being alive which explains any shipping you might see. Most of it isn’t my doing though

Elizabeth x Nick is only cannon in golden children

Unless its Evan x Cassidy or Mike x Charlie

TF2 is cannon in the golden children au (i mostly just wanted to make fnaf 2 Jeremy TF2 Jeremy)

The golden children au takes place in the late 80s to early 90s with flash forwards towards the pizzaplex era while the shattered souls au takes place in 1991 and the malefactor malfunction shifts the entire time line to start in 2000 GMTC takes place around 1999 to 2018 xanthophobia takes place in in the 2000s and 2010s

In shattered souls Springtrap is much nicer due to him losing his murdeous tendencies after getting spring locked

malefactor malfunction is a Ben 10 fnaf crossover with Cassidy having a version of the omnitrix called kaizotrix

The blog itself is cannon in all AU’s

This is a link to the malefactor malfunction aliens list for all of Cassidy’s kaizotrix transformations

As well as facts about the malefactors

Also a timeline for my main AU

*Warning*

Some times I can be very cringe

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Here is my creepypasta and uncharacteristically ask blog

An here at my character designs so far https://www.tumblr.com/random-world-64/735868089007259648/all-my-major-chararacters-so-far

And here’s some fanfics I’m working on

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The blog itself is also a cross over point for my AU’s and in multiverse it’s ran by the characters

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hannahssimblr · 7 months

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Chapter Three (Part 3)

The crowd in the bar erupts into a cheer, and I crane my neck to see Kelly standing at the karaoke machine, clutching the microphone. She waves over at us and blows us a kiss, and then the speakers start playing euro-pop synthesiser music. Claire returns from the bathroom and turns towards the stage incredulously. “Is she going to sing Barbie Girl?”

Kelly holds the mic up to her lips. “Lads,” she says over the opening dialogue of the song. “I didn’t realise this was a duet when I picked it, so eh… I’m going to attempt both parts on my own.” Everyone cheers and laughs as she launches into the chorus.

I’m a Barbie Girl, in the Barbie world… Life in plastic, It’s fantastic…

The whole performance is hilarious. Everyone in the pub loves it and they all laugh and clap as she switches voices between both parts, doing a squeaky ultra feminine voice for Barbie and the lowest, grumbliest baritone she can manage for Ken. I can’t believe she’s up there doing that in front of all these people, and I’m in awe of her charisma. Say what you like about Kelly, but she really shines in moments like this.

We are wiping tears from our eyes when she returns to the table beaming from ear to ear. She knows she was a sensation.

“Kells, that was amazing!” Claire exclaims. “Nobody’s going to be able to follow that”

“You all have to sign up now.” Kelly says “It’s only fair.”

I’m still laughing. “I don’t think so Kelly, there’s no way I’m getting up there.”

“You especially have to do it now that you’ve said that.” I can tell she’s joking, but only partially. “It’s not even that bad once you’re there. You can’t really see the crowd with the lights in your eyes.”

“I’ll do it with you if you’re nervous.” Liam says to me suddenly, and everybody, even Kelly, looks surprised. “Come on up, we can choose a duet.”

“I… no, I dunno.” I start to protest and he plants a hand heavily on my shoulder and looks right into my eyes. I wince. They’re crazy blue. “I’ve done this so many times, Evie. It’s grand, I promise nobody is going to be laughing at you, we’re all just having fun. You’re going to enjoy yourself.”

I am swept up towards the front of the room all of a sudden, and as I go I look over my shoulder desperately one last time to see Claire and Kelly giving me thumbs up and a cheerful wave goodbye.

We sit on a couch together and start looking through the song book. I’ve placed it on my lap, and because the lights are so dim in this corner of the pub Liam has to lean in closer to me to help choose a duet. I’m distracted by the feeling of his breath on my shoulder, fully aware of the heat from his body and the part of his leg that rests against mine.

“I don’t know what to choose.” I say, flustered. “There’s so many options.”

“Not really when you eliminate all the solo ones.” He says and starts running his finger down each page until he finds ones that say DUET. He has very nice hands, I observe. Long, slim fingers and pronounced knuckles like a pianist. He stops his finger under an Elton John song. “You’re bound to know this one.” and I do.

My legs are trembling behind the karaoke machine, but it turns out that Kelly was right. I can’t see anybody in the pub for the lights shining in my face, and I realise then too that most people aren’t even paying attention to us. The pub is filled with a cacophony of noise, clinking glasses and laughter, and I relax as I realise I’m going to more of a fade-into-the-background kind of act. Just the way I like it. Liam smiles at me reassuringly and then the music kicks off, pounding through my body.

Liam starts off. “Don’t go breakin’ my heart…”

I squint at the lyrics screen and lift my microphone to my face. “I couldn’t if I tried.” Oh no, my voice sounds wobbly. I know I have no choice but to continue.

“Oh honey when I get restless…”

“Baby you’re not that kind.”

When we finish our song Liam is practically skipping behind me. “Evie!” He exclaims “You were brilliant!”

I laugh. “I wasn’t really, but I admit it was fun.”

“No no, you were, I swear to God I wouldn’t lie.”

“That’s very nice of you to say.” I smile and shake my head incredulously, but he goes on. “You can sing, you can draw, what else can you do?”

“Hah… Thanks. I think you were great!” I pause, taking everything in for a moment. “I can’t believe I did that.”

“I know, I didn’t think you would either.”

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midnightcircus · 2 months

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Hi! This is my list of songs I think fit every character, some of then are fun and some of them I think genuinely fit the character and their theme, can ya’ll guess which one is for fun and which one I think is canon? XD (these are songs I think they’d sing or listen to, not exactly canon btww lol)

Also this is not finished! I need to add more songs but this is my list so far :)

FREIGHT

Belle:

The Rockies/Hip Hoppers:

Dustin:

Bad Moon Rising- CCR

Flat Top:

Punk Tactics- Joey Valance

C.B:

Touch Tone Telephone- Lemon Demon

Charlie’s Inferno- That Handsome Devil

Same Man I was Before- Oingo Boingo

COACHES

Pearl:

What Was I Made For?- Billie Eilish

Kokomo- The Beach Boys

Dinah:

You Dont Own Me- Lesley Gore

Kiss Of Fire- Georgia Gibbs

It’s My Party- Lesley Gore

Ashley:

Buffy:

Duvay:

ENGINES

Rusty:

I’m still standing- Elton John

Don’t go Breaking my heart- Elton John

Build me up Buttercup- The Foundations

Electra:

Mount Rageous & Atomic Dog- Trolls 3 & 2

Greaseball:

Push- Ryan Gosling from Barbie (he’s so ken coded)

Trouble- Austin Butler

Nothing Else Matters- Metallica

Poppa:

House of the Rising Sun- Doc & Richard Watson

Aint No Sunshine- Bill Withers

Momma:

Hound Dog- Big Mama Thorton

(I wont do internationals bc i just don’t know that many international songs but if you guys wanna give me songs go ahead)

#musicals #starlight express #stex fanart #stex greaseball #digital art #stex pearl #stex rusty #stex dinah #dinah the dining car

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just-two-blokes · 4 months

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Tagged by @junkshop-disco . Thank you so much <3

Shuffle your on repeat playlist and list the first 10 songs that play, then tag 10 people

So for a little explanation:

My ’on repeat’ playlist exists since Wednesday. My January has been pretty rough and I didn’t feel particularly great during this time. But I've been feeling better for a few days now and I made this playlist to get some motivation and some (much needed) self-love.

So let’s get started:

I’m still standing – Elton John

This song helped me through some tough times. Always makes me feel so loved and powerful.

Choose your fighter – Ava Max

Feel-good song from the Barbie movie. So it‘s a win of course.

Honky Cat – Taron Egerton, Richard Madden (Rocketman movie version)

The scene is a masterpiece. The song even more.

Viva La Vida – Coldplay

No explanation needed.

I wanna be a boy – Addison Grace

The explanation would be too long so let‘s just say I relate *a lot* to this song. A lot more than I probably should

Line without a hook – Ricky Montgomery

This song reminds me very much of Thomas and Richard (Thomas‘ POV)

Goodbye Yellow Brick Road – Taron Egerton, Jamie Bell (Rocketman movie version)

If there is one song that makes me feel like it was the right decision to let go of something I thought would last forever then it’s this one. Also Jamie Bell singing his part of this song always gives me goosebumps.

Don’t stop me now - Queen

It’s been ages since I’ve last listened to Queen. I forgot how much of a banger this song is.

Counting stars – OneRepublic

Chase your dreams, you only live once :D

Hermit the frog - Marina

The Thomas Barrow vibes are strong in this song.

If you have made it this far.. congratulations!

Tagging without pressure:

@infinity2020corner , @dysfunctional-deity , @disastrouscanasta , @acewithobsessions and anyone who fancies it!

#meme me #tag game #spotify playlists

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kiirotoao · 3 months

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Hey!! It's the byler music fairy!! What are the songs you most associate with byler, Will, and/or Mike, and why??💙💛🎶🎵🧚‍♀️

Well, hello there, Byler Music Fairy!!! What a lovely surprise to see you this fine day.

OOoo and with a good question, too. I have an entire playlist of songs that remind me of Byler, so allow me to look through it and arrange this accordingly. But also, oh, boy, why? I think for explanations I’m going to pick a top three for each: Mike, Will, and then them together. Because otherwise this post would be an entire essay 😂.

Mike

Glimpse of Us - Joji

The second I heard this song, I was like: Oh. My. God. This is Mike Wheeler. Take one look at the lyrics and the battle between remembering a past lover while having someone else in your arms and it all screams Mike’s love towards Will and El. The emotion and the way that Joji sings with pain and regret coupled with the gentle piano really makes this song powerful and sweetly holds the internalized emotions that I perceive in Mike.

Watch Me Bleed - Tears For Fears

I feel like Mike goes along with Tears For Fears so much, and a good fit I feel for him is Watch Me Bleed, a song written with frustration, acceptance, wrapped in a tender cry for help. I feel like this song really reflects Mike’s role in his family as well as his view of himself and putting himself down in season 4. Basically, this song really carries the angst of his story for me.

LOST BOY - Troye Sivan

I can’t have a song list without Troye Sivan, and oh my gosh, this one is killer. Lost Boy sings a tale for s3 Mike the most, but it also carries over to his relationships all throughout the show, in my eyes. This song is about not being sure to commit to someone, to wanting freedom, to wanting someone to be free with him, to also not wanting to quite grow up. And as much as that idea of growing up is often tied to Will, I really feel like this song leans more to Mike’s side of the story, of loving so openly and maybe even too quickly that it leaves him in this state of uncertainty.

Will

tolerate it - Taylor Swift

THIS. SONG. HOLY. SHIT. This song was made for Will Byers. With a somber and soulful piano line, Taylor weaves a lament of her lover not noticing her works of art, her simple care, her presence. It’s invisible love as a song, and it’s every longing stare that Will gives Mike without him giving anything back. This is a reflection of Will’s heart when it cries - there’s even a lyrics about “use my best colors for your portrait” - and I just need to stop here before I go insane.

I’m Still Standing - Elton John

I call this cheating because I tried to keep away from using songs directly on Mike and Will’s Spotify playlists, but this one is way too perfect for me to leave out. I’m Still Standing highlights Will’s journey, his perseverance, and I love the chorus’ line: “looking like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid.” That succinctly captures Will’s story of going through hell and still coming through with his whole heart, enough to still feel wholly his age. It’s an upbeat kind of pick-me-up song, and it makes me really happy when I think about it in terms of how strong Will is.

FOOLS - Troye Sivan

And of course, another Troye song for Will. And this one is for Will as regards his queerness. This song is special to me for that. Fools is a heartbreaking dream that Troye knows will never come true, a forbidden romance, and he calls himself a fool for falling for the boy he loves. I also like to think of it as an ode to Will’s painting and the van confession. This is tolerate it but openly gay, and it’s so, so painful in a lovely way.

Byler

I Found - Amber Run

This song is another somber one, and like Fools, it’s about forbidden love. This time it’s much more general but also pointedly about a love that “wasn’t supposed to be,” of someone “right in front of” the singer. I love this song and Byler because it’s all about their struggle as best friends in a homophobic town, not sure what to do with their relationship. The many pushes and pulls and yet the gravity in Amber’s voice really brings out the almost inevitable nature of the pull and how it hurts with how strong it is. Powerful stuff.

Right Here Waiting - Richard Marx

When making this list, I was like, okay, I have to choose a love song. But which one? So many go with Byler! And then I came across this one that I found on the radio, and I immediately came back to this post to put it down. Right Here Waiting is a sweet ballad of long distance love, of looking back at all the good things grown between the lovers, of literally “going crazy” without the lover. So, I mean, come on. Crazy together, it’s all there. This is a love realization song for them that makes me think of them very fondly, like they were right there for each other and finally came to understand it.

The King - Sarah Kinsley

OH my god. I promised that I wouldn’t make this an essay, and I’m trying hard not to, but guys. Please. Of all songs here, please, if you go and listen to one song on this list, make it this one. The King is probably one of my favorite songs of all time, and I found it thanks to a mutual on TikTok (who’s currently a private account, so sorry, but I can’t link) who made a Byler edit with it, and my brain merely exploded. This song never even names, “love,” but it’s so intrinsically heartfelt and laced with emotion and want and beauty and I cannot express to you how gorgeous it is!! To me, this song captures all of Byler’s hopes and ambitions and forces of love. It’s such a thrilling song, and it makes me feel like I’m flying. It’s a spectacularly euphoric rendition of what their love is and can be in its full and realized greatness, and I think that that’s the most exciting part about this song. It feels like what Byler can be, like the peak moments of their flirting put to music and all the dreams in their eyes that flash back and forward in that single second.

And not only that! The lyrics are also scattered full of Byler things: of time, of phone calls, of the rain, of a castle built and falling, of wholly falling apart and getting back together, of future dreams, of being the “king of your heart,” just like that painted crown above the heart. This song simply is romantic Byler to me.

And that’s all I’ll say as this has gotten long enough. But thank you for coming to my TED talk if you made it here, and THANK YOU dear anon! This was a very fun write 🫶

#byler #byler songs #byler analysis #I’m counting this as byler analysis I guess lol #it’s more like song analysis but eh they’re intertwined #asks my beloved <3

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zacharyleigh316 · 11 months

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I got a taste of love in a simple way

I got a taste of love in a simple way | M | 3.3K | Read on Ao3

Cheers to the marauders at pride!

(Title and fic inspired by Elton John’s ‘I’m Still Standing’ released in ‘83)

“Ah, what a glorious day to be gay!” Sirius grinned, inhaling deeply through his nose, and letting out through his mouth as a content sigh.

“Muggles sure know how to throw a party.” He added, hands on his hips, taking in their surroundings.

“I don’t think I’ve seen so many colours in my life.” Peter muttered, taking in the view himself.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it Petey?” Sirius slung an arm around Peter’s shoulder, and drew him close, ruffling his hair playfully.

Peter squawked in protest, struggling out of Sirius’ grasp.

“That isn’t the word I’d use…” he muttered, and patted himself down as he escaped, but not before sending a glare at Sirius’ sniggering.

“Blinding more like.”

“Careful there, Pete.” James piped in, sounding amused. “One might think you’re homophobic.”

Both Sirius and James chuckled at the joke, but Peter only turned red.

“I’m not! Really, I’m not!” He whined, making the two laugh harder. “You guys are prats, y’know that?”

“Don’t worry, Peter. No one will think you’re homophobic.” Remus rolled his eyes, pulling his attention away from the celebrations to chastise the others.

His excitement was rather subtle, the complete opposite of how loud James’ or Sirius’ was, but you could tell it was there nonetheless, the way it lit up the green of his irises. Remus, though he didn’t outwardly show it, was practically vibrating in his spot with it.

“And how are you feeling, Moons?” James asked, his expression softening as he looked over at Remus.

“I’m good, honest.“ he replied with an equally soft smile.

“And I’m happy you lot are with me.” Remus added, earning a wink from Sirius.

“Anything for our Moony.”

Remus huffed fondly, and shook his head at the group’s nods.

“It’ll be good for us too, I think.” James said. “Not only because we’re learning about muggle tradition, but some of us are new to this whole…gay thing.”

Remus snorted, brow raised. “Gay thing? Really James?”

“Oh uh…sorry is that, uh, not allowed?” James rubbed the back of his neck, cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

Sirius snickered. “Merlin, Remus, was I this bad when I was figuring stuff out back at school?”

“Oi!” James cried out in protest, knocking into Sirius’ shoulder.

“Cut him some slack, Pads.” Remus scolded, a small smile tugging at his lips. “And I dare say you were worse.”

Sirius gasped dramatically. “Moi? No! It shan’t be…”

“You told everyone that you couldn’t be gay, even when we were together.”

“Touché.”

“It’s definitely better being out to my mates, but it’s also really scary? I’m terrified. How do you do it, Remus?” James shook his head in disbelief.

“It’s not easy, but it helps to have friends who support you, and have your back. I can’t really say much more than that, because I just am. Gay, that is. Like being a wizard, or a…werewolf. I just am.” Remus shrugged, reaching over to give James’ hand a squeeze.

“Yeah, I like that. We just are.” James agreed, squeezing back.

“And I’m an ally!” Peter piped in, earning chuckles from everyone.

“Ah, yes, Petey, the biggest ally in a group of your queerest friends!” Sirius exclaimed, managing to wrap the bloke in another one armed hug.

“Now that we got that out of the way, I see a row of colourful drinks that have my name on them.”

James rolled his eyes. “You just want to flirt with that rather sparkly bloke at the pub, who seems to have forgotten a shirt.”

“Oh, Jamie, Jamie, Jamie.” Sirius grinned wolfishly. “You shouldn’t judge a man by his state of undress.”

“Mhm, sure. As if you didn’t notice.”

Sirius shrugged slyly, and grabbed Peter by the arm. “C’mon Pete, you’re coming with me.”

“What?! Why me?”

“You said you were an ally, be my wingman!” Sirius winked at James, ushering Peter away. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do~!”

James clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “He’s unbelievable.”

“Well, he’s your best mate.” Remus teased with a chuckle.

“Well, you dated him.” James teased back, reveling in the way Remus ducked his head and smiled.

“That I did. Guess I’ve got a thing for nobs.”

“Oi! Keep it PG, Moony. My virgin ears are susceptible to negative influence.”

Remus snorted. “Oh yes, my bad. Wouldn’t want your virgin ears to be sullied.”

“Thank you.”

They grinned at each other for a moment, before they both looked away, distracting themselves with the boisterousness around them. It wasn’t anything like they have ever experienced before, which was rather bizarre, considering they were wizards. But it was like the muggles had possessed their own kind of magic, casting a spell over London, as a variety of people from all over filled the streets, dressed up in rainbows, waving around flags, and screaming their pride out to the world.

“I think I’d like to take Harry here one day.”

Remus looked back over at James and smiled softly. “I think that’s a wonderful idea, James.”

“I never thought it could feel like this. But looking out at all these people, seeing them stand up for each other, celebrating love? I can’t help but be proud. I want to share this feeling with my family.”

“Harry would love that, I’m sure.”

“Besides, he deserves to know who his parents are. Who is uncle Sirius is. Who his aunt Marlene is, and his aunt Dorcus. Who you are.”

Remus said nothing yet, letting James continue.

“This is history just as much as anything they teach us at Hogwarts. And he’s got some pretty good role models in his life who’ll teach him about it too. I don’t want him to grow up without knowing the sacrifices muggles made, just to exist. I don’t want him to grow up to become someone ignorant and hateful.”

“James…” Remus beamed at the other man, tears welling in his eyes.

“It’s not entirely the same, but I saw how the wizarding world treated you for being a werewolf. I can’t imagine what it’s like to be gay on top of that. And knowing what these people have had to go through just to be here right now, you grew up muggle.”

Remus hummed. “Like I said it’s not easy, but I have some pretty awesome mates who love me teeth, claws, dick sucking and all.”

“Merlin,” James laughed, putting his hands over his ears.

Remus smirked, expression mischievous. “Sorry.” He apologized, not sounding sorry at all.

“You don’t look like a man who’s very sorry.”

“You got me.”

“Whatever happened to our innocent little Moony?”

Remus raised a brow, the corner of his mouth quirked upwards. “Hate to break it to you, Prongs, but the shit we got up to in Hogwarts hardly qualifies as innocent. And seeing as I’m the one who never got caught, and had to use my prefectorial status constantly to bail you three out, innocent isn’t the word I’d use to describe me.”

“Merlin, we were a handful weren’t we?”

“You, perhaps. Me? Absolutely not. People liked me.”

“Maybe a little too much.” James joked, earning a curious, albeit amused, look from Remus.

“Oh?”

“Bollocks, Moons, don’t act all naïve now. You had to know that everybody had a crush on you at some point.”

“Did they?”

James rolled his eyes. “Stop taking the piss, you arsehole. Sirius may have been the lucky bloke who got to have you, but everyone wanted you.”

“Mm, even you?”

James eyes widened and he looked over at Remus, only to find him already looking back. James’ cheeks flushed a bright red and he cleared his throat.

“Uh, well, um…”

Remus laughed. “James, relax, I’m kidding. I believe you. But, just for the record, even if everyone wanted me, I definitely didn’t want everyone. I am…very gay.”

It was meant to be a joke, to make James laugh, but James was still thinking about Remus’ previous question.

He swallowed past the lump in his throat and wet his lips. “What, erm, what if I did?”

“Hm?”

“Uh back…back then. H-have a crush on you?”

“Oh,” Remus furrowed his brow, “did you?”

James chuckled, nervously. “I said everyone, didn’t I? You’re kind of the reason I knew I was bisexual, or well, at the very least, ‘not straight’ at the time.”

“I was your first? Really? It wasn’t Lily?” Remus asked, and James was relieved by the lack of disgust in his tone.

“Yes, really.” He affirmed. “Lily was the love of my life sure, but you Remus? Well, you were Moony. My Moons. The Casanova of the Gryffindor Tower.”

Remus groaned. “Ugh, please do not bring that nickname back. How embarrassing.”

James laughed. “I dunno, I like it, I think it’s fitting.”

“You may have been a right prat alongside Sirius, but you’re quite the looker too James. You’re certainly not ugly.”

“High praise.”

Remus rolled his eyes. “I’m serious.”

James opened his mouth and Remus put a hand up, effectively cutting him off. “If you’re about to make a Sirius joke in his stead, I will hex you.”

“Wow, Moons, not very ally of you. Someone might think you’re homophobic.” James mocked, an easy grin back on his face.

Remus snorted. “Consider it gay on gay crime, then.”

“Is it weird?” James asked then, looking over to where Sirius was obviously weaving some elaborate tale or other—his habit of talking with his hands gave him away—captivating the barman, Pete on standby lest he need to add an embellishment or two.

“Is what weird?” Remus asked right back, following James’ line of sight.

“Dating a mate?”

Remus looked back at James, and the other could feel his stare burning into the back of his head, but he remained still, gaze still locked on the other half of the marauders.

“Oh, well. No. Sometimes I think that’s the only way to date. But it’s different for everyone.”

“Even if it might ruin the friendship? If you break up I mean?”

“It doesn’t do anybody any good to think like that. It doesn’t make the fear go away, I was terrified of my feelings for Sirius, and he of his for me, but even if we didn’t last, I don’t regret it. It was worth trying, then not at all.”

“Oh.”

It was silent for a moment between the two of them, something unspoken beginning to fester. Remus shifted closer and put a hand on James’ shoulder, startling the man out of his reverie.

“James,” Remus said, breaking the silence, “do you…have feelings for Sirius?” He asked low and calm, but still loud enough to be heard over the crowd.

James’ face screwed up, and he made a face at Remus, finally looking over at the other.

“What?! Gross, no!”

Remus laughed. “I’m sorry, but I only asked because you asked about having a crush on a friend. I assumed it was Sirius.”

“He’s like my brother! What made you think that?”

“Well, it isn’t news that you two are inseparable. You share a bond that the four us together never will. Not even Sirius and I had what you two have.” Remus shrugged, amused at James’ reaction.

“Okay, first of all, that’s not true. I love you all equally.”

Remus snorted, but James went on, “and secondly, I’d like to obliviate that image from my brain, thank you very much.”

“I mean it’s okay if you do, you know. Whatever happened with Sirius and I is in the past.”

James groaned. “Bloody hell, Moons, please stop. You’re killing me.”

“Alright, alright.” Remus put his hands up placatingly, a teasing smile on his face. “I’m done now, I promise.”

“It’s not Sirius.” James muttered. “That I like, or whatever. It’s not Sirius.”

“But it is a mate?”

“No comment.” James blushed, and Remus nodded, once again allowing James to elaborate, but not pressuring him to.

“I was just curious. Since the four of us are still best mates. Despite the fact that you two…”

“Shagged?” Remus supplied, making James go redder.

“Fuckin’ hell, Rem.” He cursed, shaking his head. “I wasn’t going to put it like that but yeah.”

“It’s not any different than it is with you and Lily, you know. You two are still friends, aren’t you?”

“Huh, yeah, I guess we are.”

“And sure Sirius and I didn’t procreate, we don’t co parent a kid obviously, but it’s not too different. We dated, we broke up, decided we were better off friends. We don’t love each other any less.” Remus smiled over at their friends, Sirius of whom was eyeing the barman over his glass of whatever fruity drink he ordered.

“And I’m happy for him. Putting himself out there, after everything? I’ll always cherish the time we had together, regardless of how short or long it was, but he deserves this, to be happy, even if that’s not with me anymore.”

James nodded. “I got it. Thanks, Moony.”

Remus chuckled. “What’s queer pride if not for the deep, thoughtful conversations we don’t get to have normally?”

James laughed. “Right. You have an amazing outlook on literally everything.”

Remus raised a brow at James. “I wouldn’t say that. Everything takes time, James. And it’s hard, but ultimately, in the end, you come to realize that you’re the better because of your experiences. That’s why people—like these muggles here—fight so hard for each other.”

“I like that.”

“Mm,” Remus nodded. “It’s all a part of being human. Or human adjacent.”

Remus met James’ gaze again, and smiled that sweet smile he loved so much.

“Take you for example. You and Lily love each other, would die for each other even. None of that was destroyed by your split. You’re stronger for it. You’re a force together, and, despite not being together, you still function as a unit. And you’ve got an amazing little boy who gets to grow up with a large family who adores him, because of you two. Harry’s got an army behind him.”

James’ expression grew fond. “What a lucky kid.”

“You’re telling me.” Remus laughed. “And I have it on good authority that he’ll grow up tolerant and with enough love to share. After all, he’s got two gay aunts, two gay uncles—one of which is a werewolf—and two bisexual parents. Not to mention a step mom who loves anyone, regardless of their gender.”

“Merlin, we really were the gayest year at Hogwarts.”

“Somehow, I have a feeling our kids’ll have us beat.” Remus mused.

“Harry’s got it good, and he doesn’t even know it yet.” James joked.

“Though it’s hard to say there’ll be gayer years after us when you’re still there teaching, Mr. Professor you.”

Remus snorted out a laugh and playfully shoved James. “I think you’re forgetting about Dumbledore.”

James’ eyes widened. “What?! Dumbledore is gay?”

“Christ, James, we need to work on your gaydar. Thinking Dumbledore is anything but gay is just as bad as you lot thinking I was into girls our fifth year!”

“Oi! You hid it very well!”

Remus laughed. “No, James, I didn’t. I was in love with my best friend the whole time. I think I was rather quite obvious. But apparently my type is ‘oblivious and hopeless’. If I don’t pine they aren’t mine.”

He huffed and rolled his eyes. “Seeing as everyone that I’ve ever crushed on was dating a girl.” Remus added as an afterthought, but James caught it.

He looked at Remus, really looked at him, and the other looked back, face scrunched up in confusion.

“What?”

“So…I’m your type then?”

Remus’ eyes widened when he realized what he said. “I-“

“Relax Remus, I’m kidding.” James mimicked, earning a glare from Remus.

“What if you were?” Remus said, tone serious.

“Wh-what?”

The other man smirked. “I said: what if you were? My type? What if I had a crush on you, back then, too?”

James swallowed. “O-oh. Did you?”

“I don’t know, did I?”

Remus’ piercing gaze was unrelenting, forcing James to look away. He coughed into his fist, albeit awkwardly, and instead turned his attention toward the people dancing along to the music.

Elton’s vocals drifted sweetly throughout the pub from the jukebox, and James immediately recognized it as one of Remus’ favourites.

He watched the others dance so intently, he almost missed Remus’ question.

“Would you like to dance?”

“Er…”

“With me?” Remus held out his hand as an offering, one James didn’t have in him to refuse.

He took the proffered hand, and allowed Remus to drag him to the makeshift dance floor with the others, feeling his insides flip from Remus’ resulting smile.

‘You could never know what it’s like…’

‘Your blood, like winter, freezes just like ice…’

‘And there’s a cold, lonely light that shines from you…’

‘You’ll wind up like the wreck you hide behind that mask you use…’

Remus brought James close, and placed James’ hands on his waist, draping his own arms around James’ neck. His grip tightened on Remus, pulling the other man closer, till they were dancing, gently swaying to the beat, cheek to cheek. James couldn’t fathom how anything like this could be considered shameful, or wrong, to some people, when it felt so right.

‘And did you think this fool could ever win?’

‘Well look at me, I’m a-comin’ back again…’

James smiled as heard Remus singing softly along to the song, and closed his eyes against the swell of emotion he felt resonate deep within his chest.

‘I got a taste of love in a simple way…’

James pulled back a bit, a question in his eyes. Remus quirked his head to the side, an amused smile on his face.

‘And if you need to know while I’m still standin’ you just fade away…’

James’ doubt faded away, and he sealed their lips together. Remus was eager to kiss back, chuckling against James’ lips as the other man pulled their bodies even closer, till there was no space between them. Remus didn’t mind, however. He reached up and held James’ face between his hands.

They both pulled away eventually, startled apart by the sound of a round of confetti cannons popping, showering them all in colourful, confection-like paper, and streamers. Both James and Remus shared a look, before bursting into laughter, as the bar of muggles cheered, and sang along to the chorus.

“I see you guys are having fun.” Sirius teased, smirking into his drink.

“Yeah, I was just about to tell you two to get a room.” Peter joked, squawking indignantly when Sirius elbowed him.

“Careful what you say Petey, James is a baby gay, you don’t want to scare him off.”

“Oi! Speak for yourself, you arsehole, I’m not a baby gay.” James laughed, rolling his eyes.

“I did just find out that I was his gay awakening, back in the day.” Remus chuckled, tucking a stray curl behind James’ ear.

Sirius and Peter both snorted, and Remus raised a brow in question at his friends.

“Remus, you were everyone’s gay awakening.” Peter said deadpan, and James smirked over at Remus.

“See? I told you, Moons ‘Casanova of Gryffindor Tower’.”

“Yeah, yeah, how silly of me.” Remus rolled his eyes.

James pecked Remus on the cheek, and the two shared a smile, before playfully shoving their friends as they made gagging noises at the public displays.

Sirius grabbed some of the confetti and threw it up in the air over their group. “Here’s to us, marauders of both magic and sexuality, causing mischief till the end of our days.”

“That was awful,” Pete complained.

“I thought it was sweet.” Remus smiled.

“Thank you, Moony! At least someone appreciates me.”

“Well I didn’t say that…” Remus teased, earning a gasp from Sirius.

James chuckled. “Alright, alright, enough you guys. Let’s enjoy our first muggle pride.”

Sirius raised his glass. “Ah, yes, how could I forget, cheers, to the marauders at pride!”

“To the marauders at pride!” The four of them chorused.

Peter and Sirius clinked their drinks together, and James and Remus shared another kiss, short but oh so sweet.

‘And [they’re] still standing (yeah, yeah, yeah)’

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Review #112: Goodbye Yellow Brick Road, Elton John

There are a bunch of songs on this album that we probably all know and love. If you don’t, you’ve been living under a rock or something and there’s not a lot of hope for you. They’re great. But have you ever listened to Funeral for a Friend/Love Lies Bleeding? The double opener of this record. Half instrumental before leading into its vocal second half. It’s intense. Gotta wonder whose funeral this was and what their wishes were in being remembered. They weren’t messing around.

Bennie and the Jets, a damn classic, recorded in the studio but sort of made to sound as if was recorded live by adding in crowd sounds from different live shows – including that of a 1970 Jimi Hendrix show on the Isle of Wight (???). This song slaps. It’s so ridiculous. The delivery of the vocals is absurd, and it’s just really made for drunk people at a bar to shriek it over and over. I’ve lost my voice a couple of times this way.

A hit, but an underrated one (since there are so many to choose from in Elton John’s repertoire), is the album’s title track, Goodbye Yellow Brick Road. I’ve always been enamored with this song and how it tells a bleak tale of someone with big dreams being faced with a harsh reality. People are all too willing to take advantage of naïve, eager, people like them. You can have everything you want – at a price. It has such stark imagery in it:

“What do you think you’ll do then?

I bet they shoot down the plane

It’ll take you a couple of vodka and tonics

To set you on your feet again

Maybe you’ll get a replacement

There’s plenty like me to be found

Mongrels, who ain’t got a penny

Sniffin’ for tidbits like you

On the ground”

It’s too short and I’m always disappointed when it’s over because I think, man, I could hear that chorus a few more times. The harmonies and production of it are just really striking and really deliver feeling like, “this life isn’t for me”. It’s not sad exactly. It’s maybe like a disappointment and acceptance. A moving on. A hard lesson learned.

What I love about this record is that it’s the original material for a 2011 album that made its way into my all-time favorites, and I felt got massively overlooked by just about everyone and that’s really just to their detriment. In 2011, Elton John and Pnau released Good Morning to the Night, which was essentially Pnau (one half of Empire of the Sun) remixing Elton’s lesser-known B-sides or album tracks into new material. A lot of them came from the album tracks of Goodbye Yellow Brick Road. It. Was. Out. Standing. Pure joy to listen to. I have met approximately one other human being who gives a fuck about it. Anyway, shit was good. For example, in the title track Good Morning to the Night, they take the organ from Funeral for a Friend, and fuckin’ turn that shit into a heavenly ascent that you do not come down from. It’s no funeral. You’re alive.

My favorite track, however, is Phoenix, which lifts its lyrics exclusively from the 1973 record's Grey Seal. While the music in Phoenix is beautiful, uplifting, inspiring, and has encouraged me to run more miles than I can count – it’s the words. When I first moved to the US I spent the first few months of my time here in a very particular way. I slept a lot. A LOT. I got up every day. Made tea, in the microwave (if you know me, you know this pains me to admit), and then I ran three miles on a treadmill to get my feelings out. Then I cried. Then I watched as much Breaking Bad as one human can reasonably consume without crawling up the walls with anxiety. Rinse. Repeat. Eventually, I got a job. But this was my job for a bit while I worked out some shit in my nugget and got some rest. I had a playlist. I still have it, and I still use it when I run. It’s batshit to be honest, if anyone ever listened in on me at the gym, they’d be like what weird shit makes this girl run? Anyway. Phoenix is on there as an up-tempo feet mover, but really, as I maintain, it’s the message, which is really the verses from Grey Seal, that made me go-go-go:

“Why's it never light on my lawn

Why does it rain

And never say good-day to the new-born

On the big screen they showed us the sun

But not as bright in life as the real one

It's never quite the same as the real one

I never learned why meteors were formed

I only farmed in schools

That were so warn and torn

If anyone can cry then so can I

I read books and draw life from the eye

All my life is drawings from the eye

Your mission bells were wrought by ancient men

The roots were formed by twisted roots

Your roots were twisted then

I was re-born before all life could die

The Phoenix bird will leave this world to fly

If the Phoenix bird can fly then so can I”

This song has always made me dig deep and keep going. Whether on a stupid treadmill or in a really hard time. He asks the grey seal “How does it feel to be so wise? To see through eyes that only see what’s real?”. It makes me think of the story of The White Seal, by Rudyard Kipling. A young blue-eyed seal went against his elder's advice to seek a safe place for them all and found it, gaining a lot of wisdom on the way. Striking out on one’s own to avoid a fate that seems completely inevitable, against all the naysayers, and fucking making it happen. Anyway. One version of the song has a seal (and a phoenix) and one version of the song has a phoenix only, both versions are remarkable. Only one is on the Rolling Stones's Top 500 Albums of All Time, and that is Goodbye Yellow Brick Road.

#album review #music #music review #rolling stone top 500 #elton john #goodbye yellow brick road

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sh1tbird-shantytown · 1 year

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hi y’all. long time no see :-) so i’ve been gone for…a while. and i am working on that ask you sent if you know who you are. so expect that (it’s gonna be a whole story on ao3 cause you sent it months ago) that’s all my bad. but anyway, as an introduction back i’m gonna quickly rewrite one of my more popular (and unpopular) pieces on here as i re-enter the harringrove community again. i give you another version if karen wheeler gets what she deserves

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Billy knew he had issues. Sure, he didn’t necessarily like to acknowledge them. He knew that too. He was reminded of it everyday.

His mom used to tell him that good people were easy to recognize. That if you look hard enough through a crowd they almost seemed to stand out more than everyone else. And he remembered she’d emphasize that they weren’t always pretty of handsome, she’d say looks were always deceiving. It’s the eyes that hood most of the soul.

His dad didn’t have kind eyes, they were dark and hollow and cold. He doesn’t know what, but Neil’s eyes died out before Billy grew a conscience.

When he first met Steve Harrington, the boy had more emotion just in his eyes than anyone Billy ever cared to remember. He thinks that’s why he couldn’t stop thinking about the guy. He took up such a small amount of space even though his personality had used to take up the whole school. He had history and he had hurt, but even if he made a fool of himself he still made an effort for Billy.

He thinks, maybe, that’s why he liked the guy as much as he did.

Karen Wheeler turned out to be one of those pretty people that his mom had warned him about. She had eyes kinda like Neil’s. Except instead of being cold, they were just dull.

He thinks that Karen Wheeler is a little like his mom. He hates himself for it, but he can’t just be friends with some mom. He clocked her attraction to him on the first night he met her. When he had been looking for Steve Harrington.

He’d felt disgusted. He ignored Steve Harrington and Karen Wheeler for weeks.

Steve Harrington approached him the day before Christmas break.

“Do you have holiday plans?” he’d leaned against Billy’s car and folded his arms against the cold.

Billy flicked his lighter, having ran out of cigarettes the week before, “No.”

“Me neither.”

It hadn’t been much of a conversation, in fact it was the most they’d had of one since the first basketball practice they’d shared. It had ended in them flipping each other off while grinning from ear to ear.

Billy counted it as a Christmas gift.

Steve continued talking to Billy from time to time. They discussed about lame shit after school until it came time that they had to leave to their respected homes.

He learned that Steve played hockey and liked the color blue and his favorite holiday was Valentine’s day. Billy told him that his favorite color was yellow and that he secretly liked Elton John and that his favorite season was spring.

“I thought you’d be more of a summer kind of guy,” Steve had told him over a bag of Cracker Jacks.

“Even though I’m allergic to them, I like the flowers,” he’d explained. And Steve had stared at him a long while after. Billy felt warm that day.

Steve had those soulful, kind eyes that Billy gradually felt himself stumbling over days to get to see.

It scared him, admittedly. Opening the can of worms that was his sexuality.

So, the closer he got to Steve Harrington, the more he inched towards Karen.

The dull eyes dragged him back down to Earth against his will even as he asked for it to happen. He knew she was a selfish woman, looking for anyone’s attention because she was simply unsatisfied in a cushy, suburban home. He knew he was selfish right back in seeking out her attention.

He hadn’t actually thought she’d act upon it.

It was one thing making lame eyes and leaning against doorframes. But the woman was desperate in her mission to be noticed. He didn’t feel up to it. He was scared of her scorn, of any words she’d say to him if he dropped his lame act.

He prayed at night that she’d just forget about him. Maybe she’d stop picking Mike up from school and stop waving in his direction every day. He asked for forgiveness because all his guilt was so heavy he could barely pick himself up off of the floor when he was done. He felt his personality slipping everyday Steve asked him why Mrs. Wheeler was waving at them. Biting his tongue when he wanted to emphasize that she was waving at him not them. He was her prize. He was a big pot of gold and nothing else. She had her family, now she wanted a toy of her own.

He resented Nancy and Mike Wheeler as they ignored him. He hated Mrs. Wheeler and her outdated flirting. He wanted to hate Steve because the dimwit didn’t immediately understand what was happening.

It took a month for Steve to stop asking about Karen’s weird behavior and for him to finally understand.

“You and her are flirting.”

Billy wasn’t startled easily, but he was in that unprecedented moment, “Who?”

Steve crossed his arms, unamused, “You know who.”

Billy dropped.

Really. He fell on his ass right on top of the gravel.

He couldn’t tell if he was relived or more terrified.

“You can’t tell anyone.”

Steve didn’t hide his emotions well, especially when he was worried.

“You’re shaking, Billy.” He kneeled down to Billy’s side. “Does this have to do with her?”

Billy couldn’t answer because he heard fast approaching heels make their way over to them.

“Oh my God, Billy? I saw you fall from over there, are you okay?” Mrs. Wheeler’s eyes stood out by the way she put on her makeup that day. Billy hated it because her eyes lacked the life Billy wanted to see.

He wanted to see the emotions Steve illuminated so freely, the love Steve had grown to so freely give to Billy now. And that’s what he looked for when he couldn’t find himself remembering the kind of person he pretended to be for Karen and his father.

He was just Billy in that moment. Little broken Billy Hargrove with nothing and everything to lose.

Steve stepped up and intercepted the woman, “Give him some space, Mrs. Wheeler. He’s really tired and he doesn’t need strangers asking a bunch of questions at the moment.”

Karen nonchalantly waved him off, “Oh, I’m not a strange—“

Steve interrupted, “Yes you are.”

Bill looked up at him as Karen gawked.

“Billy?” she glanced down at Billy like he could control the situation unraveling. The thing that really broke the dam of Billy’s head was the fact that she asked his name like she wasn’t exactly sure that was the right one.

Steve switched from civil to authoritative. The kind of look Jim Hopper gets when the townspeople start to question his authority and he has to show them he knows what’s up.

“I think you better leave us now, Mrs. Wheeler. Before I do something I might regret.”

Based off of the way Steve glanced back down at him, Billy was pretty sure Steve would not feel that bad about whatever it was he was thinking about.

#billy hargrove #harringrove #steve harrington #stranger things #billy/steve #jim hopper #neil hargrove #karen wheeler #tw karen wheeler

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hi!! i wanna put in a request for chris evans and a black plus size reader. basically the reader lost her dad when she was a young teen but shes still dealing with the grief and is having a bad day. and chris is there to comfort her.

I’m Still Standing - Chris Evans

Context: Chris reminds you that you’re still standing.

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1.4k

Pairings: Chris Evans x Fem!PlusSize!Black!Reader

Warnings: mentions of death, in relation to character, but not character.

A/N: I don’t know if you’re relating to your own loss, but to anyone this applies to, I want to give my condolences and give you a warm hug. I lost my dad at 19, and I’m 21 now. So not in the same context in terms of time, however, I know what it’s like to lose a parent. Despite it being 2 years, I still struggle.

I want you to know you’re not alone. You’re always welcome to talk to me, just let me know. Therapy has been a great help, however, I know that therapy is an area people may not like to dabble in. Just know that there are people out there who love you and will listen to you. ♡︎

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Everywhere you turned there was a memory of him. You could have sworn you seen him in your the grocery store, tempted to run up to him, only to be let down when his face was revealed not to be your father.

He was always in your dreams when you didn’t need him. Creeping up on you before big days at work or at school, his voice and body lingering in your mind throughout the day.

Sometimes you swore you could smell him.

Despite having lost your father at a younger age, it still ate you up like hell. The grieving process is such a long one, such a challenge. Just when you’ve thought you’ve out chased the lingering shadows, they swallow you whole again, and the downward spiral begins.

That was today. You had just gotten home from a day out, Dodger greeting you warmly with a wagging tail. You smiled at him briefly, giving him a firm rub and pat on the head once you dropped your bags. Swiftly, you made it towards your and Chris’s shared bedroom, opting for a shower. You set the scene, opting for some “mellow” music to company your mood, Your Song by Elton John playing in the background.

And you can tell everybody this is your song

It may be quite simple, but now that it's done

I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind

That I put down in the words

How wonderful life is while you're in the world

The sound of the shower covered your sobs as your braced yourself on the glass wall. Your warm body slid down the crystal, plopping down on the marble floor, the water hitting your shower cap sounding like raindrops.

“Daddy!”

“Hey Y/N/N! How’s my favorite girl doing?”

“Good! Look, daddy! I picked these flowers for you!”

“Baby girl, a fine lady like you shouldn't be giving me flowers, I’m supposed to give you flowers.”

“Why daddy?”

“Because that’s the gentlemanly thing to do.”

“Well, I wanna be a gentile man!”

“Gentlemen baby. It's pronounced gen-tle-men.” He paused. “How about I strike a deal with you? If you pick me sunflowers, I’ll give you pretty red roses. Deal?”

“Deal”

“Daddy, I brought you some sunflowers.”

“Thank you little lady.”

“Daddy, I’m not THAT little anymore.”

“You may be a little bigger, but you’ll always be my little lady.”

“We gather here today to proceed with the passing of Mr. Y/F/N. He was a wonderful man, a family man, who left a huge impact on the people he surrounded himself with. May he be gone but never forgotten. Now, let us join hands in prayer.”

It had been thirty minutes that you had sat in the shower, thirty minutes of sobbing and song. Thirty minutes of thought.

And within that thirty minutes, Chris had returned home, Dodger greeting him at the door with a solemn look on his face.

He followed the dog, after slipping his shoes off, to the bathroom door, to which Dodger sat quietly in front of. The handsome pup looked to his father and the door, as if to say “she’s in here”, and trotted away.

Chris promptly knocked on the door twice, waiting for your response. However, you were too gone in thought to hear him.

Carefully, he stepped into the bathroom, eyeing your glum figure through the glass. He silently stripped himself of his clothes and joined you in the shower. Calmly sitting next to you, he brought his body close to yours, rubbing your back and massaging your shoulders. Once you recognized his presence, you fell into him, your sobs becoming harder.

It was as if the weight of the world came crashing down onto you, the outside becoming too loud, your emotions becoming too much. Everything was closing in around you, down to the glass shower you and Chris were in.

“Baby, baby, look at me please.” He pleaded, tilting your head to meet his, your glossy eyes staring into his crystal blue ones.

“Breathe with me, can you do that please?” He spoke, to which you nodded, following the rhythm of his soft breaths. You eventually lifted your head from his chest, him kissing the top of your head and squeezing the soft flesh of your body.

“Everything is fine now. I’m here.”

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The oversized T-shirt Chris gave you fell short of your knees, the fabric slightly clinging to your beautifully shaped body. Your hair was doused in your nightly products, and you smelled like vanilla and coconut oil. As you moved into the living room, you placed your silk bonnet on your head, moving it around for comfortability.

“There’s my pretty girl. I ordered us your favorite takeout. And, and! I know you usually don’t get hungry after these times, but I’d prefer if you eat something. Please.” Chris placed his surrendering hands on the countertop, looking at you with concerned eyes. You nodded your head, taking the perfect-sized plate Chris made you and moving to the living room, sitting on the floor cushions at the coffee table. He followed you, resting by you as he placed his arm around your waist, pulling you close to kiss the side of your head.

“I pulled up your favorite show, I figured we’d finish the rest of the season since it’s the weekend, and we both don't have plans. And-“

“I don’t know why it’s still so hard. Like, he died years ago, when I was a teen. I’m a whole ass adult now Chris, why does it hurt so much?” You spoke, tears quickly brimming your eyes. Chris turned his body to look at you, you following in suit.

“Grief is a long process my love, it’s not something that comes and goes. It’s something you may never get over, but with time, it’ll be less hard.”

“But why is it still hard?!” You slammed your fist down on the carpeted floor, Dodger jumping up from his spot and moving over to you, placing his head in your lap.

“Because that’s how it goes Y/N. I can’t explain it to you because I don’t know what that feels like to lose a parent, but what I can say is it it’s going to take a while. And no matter how long it takes, I will be there for you. This is something you have to do in your own time. There’s no limit, no expiration date. You may grieve until your last days, and that’s totally okay. The most important thing is that you don’t drown yourself in it. Let it out, let it be known. I’m here for you and I’m willing to help you through anything you need.” He took your face in his hands, kissing your lips softly to distract your racing mind, pulling you closer to him.

“But don’t forget how far you’ve come, baby. You get up and go every day, help people everyday, hell, you help me everyday. Anytime my anxiety levels are high or I just feel like plain poop, your there to swoop in like a hero and save the day.” He modeled his hand like an airplane to emphasize the “swoop.”

“And let's not forget how you put others before yourself, how you treat my nieces and nephews while their father is there. How you put your feelings aside for the better of others. You’ve come a long way baby. Don’t forget the journey you took. It may have been long, but you’re still standing.” He smiled at you, rubbing his hands up and down your arms.

“Thank you Chris. You’re right. I’m Still Standing.”

“That’a girl. Now! Let's dig in before this gets cold! And then, after we finish our show, maybe some ice cream and Disney movies?”

“Chris, you’re such a sucker.”

“Yeah, but I’m your sucker.” He pouted, to which you giggled and pulled him in for a kiss.

Yeah, you had your days. And that’s okay, everyone does. However, you had to remind yourself that you’re still standing.

“I’m Still Standing.”

A/N: I hope this is okay! I’m finishing this as I’m working through the tail end of COVID, so I apologize if this is not up to par. Also, “I’m Still Standing” is one of my favorite songs by Elton John, it reminds me every time of how far I’ve come since my father’s death, give it a listen. You might like it too.

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