sidewalk-cafe

billdip coffeeshop AU where Dipper, an amateur paranormal investigator, hears about a (supposedly) haunted cafe and decides to check it out. the owner (and only employee, it seems) is Bill, who confirms that the cafe is just what Dipper has been looking for: flickering lights, sinks backing up, objects moving with no explanation.

the disturbances are bad for business, so Bill hires Dipper on the spot to investigate the building. Dipper takes the job—not just because it’s been a while since his last paying gig, but because the smiling barista hands him a coffee and seems perfectly interested in what Dipper has to say about paranormal investigation.

Dipper returns to the cafe several times to work, to research and sweep the premises and to cleanse the place. he never stays more than a few hours, at first. he has to get back to his sister, he tells Bill, which is true. Bill, as weird as he seems, stuffs him with free coffee and pastries, which are beyond delicious. the cafe is dark and quiet, and Bill might be a kind of a weirdo but he’s good conversation, even if he looks at Dipper with an expression Dipper isn’t sure about, kind of like Bill is flirting with him, kind of like Bill wants to eat him. maybe both.

but one night Dipper stays late, after Bill has already turned the sign and locked the door. he keeps giving Dipper tea and scones, and Dipper starts to kind of feel like he never wants to leave, so long as Bill keeps feeding him. they’re sitting very close together, one moment, and the next moment there’s a hand on the back of his neck, pulling him down. Dipper can’t tell when his visits stopped being about the job, and started being about this.

he doesn’t stay the night, though. “Can’t,” he says, pushing Bill’s weight off him regretfully; Bill moves without much effort on Dipper’s part. “I’ve got to get back to my sister. She’ll worry.” Bill watches him leave without a word, and as Dipper walks down the dark sidewalk, away from the cafe, he can still taste the tea on his tongue.

anyway, it turns out that the cafe isn’t just haunted, it’s a gateway to the other side, and Bill is the supernatural disturbance Dipper has been trying to pinpoint this entire time—but when he returns to the cafe after he’s figured it all out, it’s vanished. the building still stands, but it’s a hollow, rotted mess inside, like it’s been abandoned for years.

Just did my second open night (performing an original song I wrote!!!) and the venue wants us to do a whole show!!! I’m SO excited :D :D :D Here’s our performance (I’m on guitar, the girl with the amazing voice is my friend Sara) and the lyrics are below!

You’ve got this look in your eye/that’s telling em something/you’ve got this twist in your smile/thats making me weak/youve got a million little details that i want to carve out/youve got this recklessness and wonder that i cant figure out/but with our lips intertwined/i feel it course through me/you say/enough of playing pretend/you want things just to want things/and i say/we lose love to find it again/do you want me, say you want me/i could spend my whole life/watching you watch me/i hope you know what i mean/i dont want to sound creepy/its just im pretty sure i get addicted to people/i get high off their humor i get drunk from their evil/and im pretty sure/im addicted to you/your eyes may shine/your lips might/ lie/but i dont know if i dont try/enough stop playing pretend/i want you so damn badly/if we lose love we’ll find it again/do you want me, say you want me

saundrasays  asked:

Hello! Can you or anyone else in the hartwin trash heap help me with fics? I was hoping anyone could rec me some really good fics and even blogs or fic blogs to follow. I was hoping you could help or even point me in the right direction? I have been specifically looking for fix it harry hart lives with Eggsy not taking it too well? Thanks in advance and have a lovely day!

I’ve tried answering this twice and each time my internet crapped out and I lost all the progress I made on this answer. I’m cursed, I swear.

HELLO WELCOME TO THE TRASH PILE!! IF YOU HAVE NEVER BEEN WELCOMED BEFORE THIS IS THE WELCOMING COMMITTEE!!!

Let’s start with blogs. Blog are important.

For writers, there are a lot! Obviously I won’t be able to list everyone here, but hopefully some of my fellow authors can point you in the right direction!

And it goes as follows: @missbeckywrites @listentotheshityousay @elletromil @insanereddragon @hartwinorlose @notbrogues @kingsmanhartwin (both the original and the new one, Nickygp and LadyEmrys respectively) @annaofaza @zombiisheep @persephoneggsy @galahard @sententiousandbellicose

For strictly fics, there’s the usually AO3 specific blogs such as: @ao3feed-hartwin @ao3feed-kingsman

Now onto fic recs! I have some already pre-made (and found a few others) which I’ll list before I move onto your specific request!

Harry Lives But Eggsy Isn’t Taking Him Being Alive/Being a Kingsman Too Well Fic Rec

Breathless (A Tale of Eggsy Unwin) by @xxjinchuurikixx​ (Complete, Explicit)

**In which Harry Hart returns to confuse the shit out of Eggsy, and make his life a bit of rough.**

Kingsmaker by @manic-intent (Complete, Explicit)

“Eggsy, I really don’t think-“ Merlin began, and stopped, because at that very moment, Eggsy walked right into a lamp post.

Across the street, at a sidewalk corner cafe, reading a paper, sandwich part-eaten on a plate, sleek, long legs crossed neatly under the table, was Harry Hart.

make a true believer by kafkian (Complete, Explicit)

In which it takes more than just an apology to rebuild trust after Harry comes back from the dead.

Blood of an Englishman by @mongoose-bite (Complete, Explicit, Personal Fave) 

Or, the one in which Harry is officially dead, actually a wizard, occasionally a small dog, and utterly unable to keep his distance from his young successor.

Lagavulin and Guinness by Snarfle (Complete, Explicit)

Plenty of people had looked down on Eggsy throughout his life. He had gotten fairly used to it. Didn’t mean it was fair, but he knew how these things worked. What really sucked was that the new Arthur was worse than the old one.

“Eggsy grimaced. He didn’t know how to explain to Harry – who seemed like he hadn’t been discriminated against a day in his life – that the new Arthur kept giving him what amounted to suicide missions, and that he was currently bleeding out in a warehouse because of the deliberately bad intel she had given him.”

Hope that helps!!