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Holy shit this book is soo much smaller than i anticipated (first pic with my hand for comparison lmao) but there are a few pics i’ve never seen before??? Also there are stickers?!

Maybe i should scan some of this?? Any of ya’ll into that??

Stevepop Headcanons
  • steve is the big spoon
  • always
  • no exception
  • soda kisses steve’s forehead ALL THE TIME and steve pretends like he hates it, but it’s secretly one of his favorite things
  • during rumbles, they always stick together and look out for one another
  • they 100% fuck after every rumble.
  • soda bottoms
  • whenever steve is driving, one hand is on the wheel and the other is on soda’s thigh or holding his hand
  • they can’t show pda in public but whenever they’re alone or with the gang, you can’t get them away from each other
  • pony has walked in on them on more than one occasion
  • soda came out to pony first just to see what it would feel like
  • pony said some dumb ass poetic shit, but soda was more than happy that he was accepting
  • darry was confused at first, but once he saw how in love with steve soda was he was so okay with it
  • steve never came out to his dad, and soda has never met him
  • when steve and soda fight, it’s usually over something serious and they’ll go a couple days without talking
  • soda always apologizes first, because steve is so much more stubborn.
  • makeup sex
  • birthday sex
  • late night sex
  • morning sex
  • shower sex
  • these two just really can’t get enough of each other
  • steve gets pissed whenever him and pony are arguing and soda takes pony’s side
  • pony hates steve SO MUCH
  • steve takes advantage of that by making sure him and soda fuck on his and pony’s bed at least once a month
  • seeing soda cry is the most heartbreaking thing steve has ever seen, especially since he never knows what to do to make him feel better
  • soda makes steve stay at his house as much as possible just because he knows how much he can’t stand his old man
  • they couldn’t go to the drive in by themselves because they always had the nerve to hold hands or cuddle up with each other
  • date ideas would include: going out to eat, driving around, or just being by themselves in the Curtis house.
  • steve still lets pony sleep on his bed even though he hates him
  • when they’re at work, they have to keep busy or else they will distract them and they won’t get nothing done
  • when soda gets drafted, they spend the whole night together just crying and hugging each other, they were both to afraid to let go
  • soda refused to let steve go with him, he couldn’t take it if something happened to him
  • steve hated the idea, because all he wanted was to protect him and he knew he couldn’t do that unless he went.
  • soda wrote him letters as often as possible, and steve kept every single one of them, and he still has them.
  • when steve found out soda had died he hit rock bottom. he stopped eating until the gang forced him, he didn’t go to work, didn’t shower. For a week straight he laid on soda’s side of his and pony’s bed and no one dared to try and move him.
  • steve never dated anyone else, he still saw soda as his only love, whether he was alive or not.
  • the gang helped him get back on his feet, but he was never the same.
  • the passion he had for cars died down, if any of the gang needed help with one of their cars he could hardly do it without crying, everything he did reminded him of soda.
  • steve was okay, he could pull through, but their was nothing he missed or loved more than soda.
  • when steve got enough money to get his own place right down the streets from the curtis’ he had a drawer full of soda’s old shirts and flannels and whenever he was feeling sad or missing him he would put one of them on, and he felt like he was okay
  • the house was decorated with pictures of him, soda, and the gang
  • when he closed his eyes he could sometimes feel soda’s lips on his forehead
  • everything about soda was stained in his memory, from the way he said certain words to his scent, to how his skin warmed up under steve’s touch
  • steve visited soda’s grave as much as possible, talked to him as much as he could, vented to him, anything. he felt like soda was still there but he knew he wasn’t

The Devilish Teddy Bear

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Title: The Devilish Teddy Bear

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Word Count: 858

Warnings: fluff

A/N: This was a request that was first requested by @piertotumlocomotor22, but then @mycuddlycorner added on to that request as well with a dream she told me about lol. I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much!

On most nights, you fell asleep alone in your bed.  You lacked the fallen archangel’s presence and it left you feeling incomplete at night.  When you heard of your soulmate’s demise and him being locked in the cage, you grew restless.  One morning after only a few hours of sleep, you woke up with a devil-like teddy bear on your doorstep.  You didn’t know where it came from, but you never gave it another thought.  The day you found that teddy bear was the day you had the best sleep since Lucifer had been trapped in the cage.  From that day on, you slept with that teddy bear every night.

As you were getting ready for bed, you let out a long breath.  You missed your fallen archangel.  Nights weren’t the same without him.  He would tell you stories about how things were before humans existed.  When you got discouraged, he would assure you that you were the best thing his dad ever created, besides him anyway.

You slid into bed, grabbing your devil-like plushie.  It came with horns when you first discovered it, but Lucifer never really had horns.  He always made jokes about his lack of horns.  You would smile every time you came across the thought.

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“I’m pretty sure this is a fire hazard,” says Eddie, watching Richie warily, a superman print cased pillow clutched to his chest.

They had gathered all the blankets and pillows from Richie’s room and the spares from the linen closet and strung them along the threadbare couch, mismatched chairs, and soda ring stained side tables in the Tozier family’s basement.

“Get your ass in the blanket fort, Eds,” Richie replies, pinning the final quilt between the arm of the couch and his father’s favorite lazy chair and stretching it across the furniture to drape the other side over the table lamp.

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The Sanders Sides as various grape based drinks for @thatsthat24

[Image 1: a full view of the entire page, showing all four sides.

Image 2: a golden chalice studded with red stones, wearing a red sash and filled with deep purple wine. Above, it says Roman in cursive.

Image 3: a 100% grape juice box, purple with white lettering. It has a grey sweater tied around the top and small black glasses perched on the straw.

Image 4: a bottle of red-violet vitamin water, with a blue necktie and large black glasses.

Image 5: a can of grape soda, purple with white lettering, wearing a black hoodie.]

→ wips tag

So while I’m still on hiatus for personal reasons, I am also still writing. It’s all coming along slowly, but even though I’m taking this small break from tumblr I would still like to share some of the things I’ve been working on, so thank you to @xtaexhyungx for tagging me, and I hope you guys enjoy! ♡

title: Splinter

pairing: jungkook | reader 

genre: smut, angst, college au

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Perhaps buried deep within the thumping bass, spilled liquor, and dimmed lights of every college party, you might just be able to find yourself a love story… Of course, it might not be perfect, far from perfect actually. However, at that age, or more specifically at that time in someone’s life, mistakes seem to be abundant. The factors are endless, so plentiful in fact that they pile on top of one another until this supposed love story — splinters.  

The fragments lay in a million pieces, each one telling their own little story of how it all ended.

Laid strewn at the forefront of that pile of broken pieces was the shard branded hormones. Those vibrant sensations that make your vision go blurry and judgment turn haywire. Those pesky little things that when mixed with alcohol make you forget all about that guy or girl you’re really into… That guy or girl that you’ve been dating for three months — that guy or girl that deserved way better than a fresh out of high school kid that didn’t know how to handle their fireball mixed with an empty bedroom upstairs at a party.  

Next is that gleaming shard of freedom. It burns bright. The second you step foot onto that college campus miles upon miles away from people telling you what to do, how to act, or where to stay, your tolerance for limitations shifts. Being held down to any given place, any given idea, or any given person, it causes a flight response. The body wanting to maintain its newfound freedom, relieving itself of the hindrance to their fresh independence… Plus, having the ability to run from your problems without a choir to comment isn’t exactly helpful either. So combine all of that, and maybe it results in some runaway act of studying abroad for a semester to dampen the feelings of guilt and love with culture shock and ample amounts of bodies… Yeah, that definitely puts a pause on things.  

Another piece laying sound in the graveyard is that dingy, jagged shard reflecting the uncertainty of the future. It’s that constant pressure that bombards you saying if you haven’t made a dent in the path towards your goal by the time you’re twenty-five, then you’re falling behind. This reality (even if it is false) sets in maybe three years down the line. Tailgating loses its taste, the library becomes your home even more so than it had been before, and your time for connections and relationships downsizes to the point of not even trying… Not even trying when that guy or girl is really making an attempt to reconcile with you, and even though your heart wants it, your mind says there’s no time for that now, at least nothing serious — maybe after medical school, because somewhere along the line our lives turned into planning how much fun our lives will be once X, Y, and Z happens some odd years down the road.

It’s these, along with many other fragments, that lay in a messy array around the relationship. Some are tiny and seemingly insignificant pieces, however once the micro aggressions start to build, they inevitably become one larger section of the puzzle. Some of the remains are large and shiny, others dirty and defiled. It’s all a shattered mess of emotions and incidents, but if you can somehow manage to pick up the pieces and realign the edges, then just maybe you can still see the beauty in what it all once was.

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No joke or trick my friend accidentally hit his fiancé Coca Cola and it tilted like this which didn’t spill any of the soda. In conclusion you never see this everyday and Coca Cola can defy gravity. Science side of tumblr please explain!

Period Cramps Preferences

Can you write something about reader is having menstrual cramps and soda tries help? Side note you’re amazing, I love you. Anyway(!) Thank you

So this was requested but I think I’ll just add all the boys, because I know after I post it, someone is gonna request the rest of the boys!! 

Also, I’m sorry for not writing so much lately, I was having so much writers block, but I am back, for now, I don’t know how long this inspiration will last. 


Darry: He actually had had a couple past girlfriends and was familiar with this sort of thing. He knew to keep track of your period, and never to fight with you, and to always make you know that he loves you and that you are beautiful. When you have cramps though, he goes out buys you a heating pad and lots of chocolate. If your cramps are really bad, he’ll take off work and lay in bed with you, rubbing your tummy. 

Dallas: Dallas is very aware of menstrual cycles for girls, but isn’t very concerned with them. He never really cared much about your period until one day found you curled in a fetal position on your shared bed, your face distorted in pain. He had took off his jacket and kicked off his shoes and rubbed your stomach while cuddling you, and whispering sweet nothings into your hair. He only did this when it was clear you were in pain, and would never admit to doing it if it was brought up in front of anyone.

Pony: Pony hasn’t had much experience with women and his sex ed class only touched on the subject briefly, so when he found you laying on the couch, moaning about cramps, he panicked a little, not sure how to help you. He hated to see you in such a miserable state, and did everything he could and everything you asked to make your cramps a little more bearable. He had to have Soda school him about it a bit more after you had fallen asleep. 

Two-Bit: Having a sister, he knew fairly well what comes with a menstrual cycle. He didn’t avoid you but he also didn’t try to be around you so much that you lost your patience. He kept a single calendar to know exactly when you were on your period and would wake up really early the morning of, and walk over to your house with balloons, candy, movies, comic books, and a couple of his big shirts for you to wear as well as an abundant supply of pads, tampons, and heating pads. He would sneak into your house and make your favorite breakfast and wait for you to wake up, where you would stay in bed all day. On the sudden moments where you would have really bad cramps he would rub your back and play with your hair, kissing your temple and telling you loves you.

Johnny: At first he was bumbling and stumbling over himself, not sure how to help you. You couldn’t help but laugh at his nervousness and just gestured for him to home lay with you. He spooned you and you just told him to rub your stomach, he did so but wanted to distract you so he told you some funny stories that had happened in the past with him and the gang. You eventually fell asleep in his arms and when you awoke, he was sitting in front of you with flowers, chocolate, and your favorite movie, which you in reaction started crying. He had never been more confused by a woman in his life. 

Soda: Soda had all the experience he needed to know how to handle you on your period. He had lots of female friends and knew just the thing to say, and just the things to do to assure your hormones. However he never had to console his female friends’ period cramps, and had no clue on what to do. When you two were laying in bed watching a movie and you suddenly lurched forward, grabbing your stomach and whimpering, he had no clue on what was going on. He was so terrified that he was scared to ask what was going on, in fear that you would scream at him or worse…cry. He snapped out of his frozen state and wrapped his arms around you and rubbed your stomach while whispering how much he loved you. You eventually fell asleep and when you woke up, he had bought heat pads and a gallon of your favorite ice cream. 

Steve: Steve did not need you or anyone to tell him what to do during your period week. He didn’t keep track but had a fairly accurate idea of when it came, he just always had the supplies he needed on hand in his car, so if he ever came over and found that you were on your period he would run out to the car and bring back what he needed which was just the standard candy, movies, comic books, liquor, and heating pads/ice packs. He felt bad for thinking so, but he loved when you were on your period because you were so touchy-feely and just wanted to have lazy days with you. 

Cherry: Cherry knew exactly what you were going though and was always there at your beck and call. However the only downfall was that your period cycles where synced, so when she was on hers, so where you. You two spent the week cuddling and whispering how much you loved each other. You two typically tried not to talk a lot during your time of the month, because your hormones were out of control and someone would get offended at the smallest things and a couple times, it was for that exact reason that you two broke up. 

Tim: Tim had enough common sense to know never to start a fight with you while you were on your period, he just knew he would not win. He made that mistake once…never again. If he found you curled up, holding your stomach, he would kiss you and pick you up, and place you in his lap where he would pet your hair and just kiss the top of your head. Occasionally he would buy chocolates or flowers, but he knew you wanted him in your arms more than you wanted any materialistic thing.

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IThere’s one thing that Darry couldn’t stand, and that’s not being in control. And lately, control, that was a word that had lost all meaning to him. 

But now, he was in a new territory; he had no clue what he was doing or what was going to come next. He was taking one day at a time.

His parent’s died almost a year ago and each and every day since then he has felt as though he has been hanging on by a thread… and boy, was it close to breaking. He almost lost Ponyboy… and then he lost Johnny and Dally all in the same day and he just didn’t know how much more he could take. He didn’t know how to adapt to change. And he wasn’t ready to start learning. 

“Hey Darry, can you help me with my homework?” Ponyboy asked innocently, a pencil was dangling from his lips as he tapped his foot on the ground. 

“For God’s sake Ponyboy, figure it out for yourself.” 

He didn’t mean to snap at his little brother, honestly, he didn’t, he was just so worked up about all these bills that some how managed to keep piling up. 

“Hey Darry, maybe you should go and cool off, huh?” Soda tried to defuse the situation with his trademark smile and a small clap to Darry’s back, but that was enough to send Darry into a fit of rage. 

“Who’re you telling to cool off?” Darry didn’t mean to, honestly, he didn’t. He didn’t know what came over him as he picked his brother up by the scruff of his beat up DX shirt until he was at eye level with him. 

“Darry!” Ponyboy cried, getting out of his seat as fast as he could muster. “What are you doing!” 

“I’m getting sick and tired of both of your attitudes, you dig? I’ll have you both over my knee so fast it’ll make your head spin.” 

He had lost control. 

“I’m sorry.” Sodapop whispered, his eyes were brimming with tears, but Sodapop was too proud to let them fall as he stonily stared at his hero. “Put me down, big brother.” 

The weight of the situation that had just unfolded slammed down onto his shoulders as he stared directly into the eyes of the little brother he promised he would always protect, and now, he was the one tearing him down. 

“Soda.” Darry whispered, placing him onto the ground. His hands were shaking and he looked like he going to break. “I didn’t mean to.” 

“I know, Darry.” Sodapop whispered, wrapping his arms around his big brother. “I know. It’s okay.” 

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” Darry tried to pry himself out of Sodapop’s hold, he didn’t deserve to be comforted, he didn’t deserve his forgiveness, he deserved to be alone… he should leave, he shouldn’t have family or friends. But Soda wasn’t having any of it, he held onto him tighter. 

“Get off me!” Darry muttered, shoving him away from him. Soda stumbled back into this side of the cupboard, he was sure it was going to bruise.

Ponyboy wasn’t sure what was happening, he’d never seen his big brother like this before. He was always Superman, he always strong, emotionally and otherwise. Nothing could touch him- but Darry was breaking, and he was starting to make a break for the door. 

“Darry, don’t leave.” Ponyboy said softly causing Darry to stop in his tracks. “Please, Dar, I love you. I don’t want to lose you too. I know we fight a lot, and I’m sorry. You’re the only one that keeps us all together, and I don’t mean from being taken away by the state. You’re the only reason that we’re still a family. You keep us from breaking. You’re not perfect, but neither are we. You try your hardest… you love us, and can’t you see that we love you too?” Tears were brimming in Ponyboy’s eyes as he pleaded with his brother, his arms wrapped around his middle. “Please stay with us.”

“I’m so sorry.” Darry whispered, falling down to his knees in front of Ponyboy, he wrapped his arms around his middle and rested his head on his youngest brother’s stomach. “I’m so sorry.” 

“No Darry, we’re sorry” Sodapop whispered, falling down beside him so he can wrap him up in his arms. “We take you for granted, we just expect you to be here for us, we can’t keep doing that. We love you.” 

orbingarrow replied to your post: I also got on a cleaning roll and cleaned out the…

Wait what??? Baking soda pulls up grease? Somehow I’ve missed this cleaning tip and my stove top is a mess and the spray stove cleaner I use is not very good at its job. I’m going to try it!

It was nothing short of astonishing. 

Wipe down the surface with a damp sponge, sprinkle with baking soda, scrub with the rough side of the sponge (you will need to rinse the sponge a lot). The soda soaks into the grease and turns into like, weird grease crumbs. Then once you’ve scrubbed it all up, wipe it with vinegar to pull up the weird white residue, then with a clean damp sponge again. 

To See You With Her (Jughead x Reader)

Hi there :) id like to request an imagine along the lines of jughead finds out you self harm / sees your self harm scars? i totally get it if its way to far over your blogs boundaries. thank you :)

Imagine: You’re hopelessly in love with your best friend, Jughead Jones. Watching him grow close with town sweetheart Betty Cooper breaks you inside every time, so you found a not-so healthy way to cope with the feelings of inferiority. Things go so, so wrong when Jughead finds out.

Warnings: mentions of self harm, self harm scars


You bit your thumbnail, trying and failing to focus on the homework in front of you as the words danced around the page. They blurred out of focus, your peripheral vision zoning in on a familiar dark haired boy sitting across the student lounge. Your best friend, Jughead Jones, in all his sincere glory, sinking into a bean bag chair. He sat next to an equally familiar girl with a blonde ponytail and a sweet smile. He leaned in to her, whispering something. She laughed. They would switch roles and the cycle would continue.

It had been like this for two months now. Ever since Betty Cooper had invited your long-time best friend to write with her on the Blue and Gold, they’d been inseparable.

Which should be a great thing. It really should be.

Your growing separation with Jughead was more than losing just a friend. You no longer had someone to text for hours on end into the night, educate you on classic movies (while you educated him on popular ones), and share milkshakes with. You’d be lying if you said you’d never thought of your friendship becoming something more. For your amused glances to become sweet kisses, for your walks alongside the Sweetwater River to become hand-in-hand, that would make life truly perfect.

Any hope of that was severely crushed by the unexpected introduction of Elizabeth Cooper.

You wanted to hate her. You really did. But she was everything you weren’t, and everything you wanted to be. She was beautiful, with a loving, wealthy family. She was smart, but not rude about it. She was kind indiscriminately, and always fought for what was right. She was a River Vixen, for God’s sake. There wasn’t anything about her to even hate.

She was the girl Jughead deserved, and you tried to be happy for him. You really did.

Sometimes, the pain would be too great to be happy for him. Those times when you’d have a great movie in mind to see, but Jughead had already seen it with Betty. Those times when you’d walk home alone, Jughead staying late at the Blue and Gold office. Those times when you’d see Betty walk down the hallway, practically glowing in her River Vixen uniform,Jughead scurrying closely behind. Those moments made you feel like nothing. Worse than nothing.

The pain became so great you had to release it through self-harm. You would politely excuse yourself whenever Jughead and Betty entered a room when you could help it. You would cut yourself in the bathroom, clean and bandage it quietly, and return, able to tolerate their presence. Your sweater and cardigan sleeves hid your greatest secret.

And no one was supposed to know. They really weren’t.

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love-life-and-wanderlust-deacti  asked:

Yo can I have headcanons/short scenario for the gang finding out their girlfriends were injured and in the hospital? (Each character's girlfriend got injured in their own way, they were jumped, car crash, abuse, attempted suicide, etc.)

okay, so this might suck so sorry in advance. also, i’m not sure if this is what you want, it might be too fluffy, so i’m so so so sorry :( hope you like it!!

warnings: abuse & suicide & swearing

sodapop: it had been two days since the incident. on wednesday, you were working late so soda, being the amazing boyfriend he was, decided to cook dinner for you. it smelled great, however, soda unfortunately forgot about your major peanut allergy. the grilled chicken he made contained peanut oil, which had caused you to pass out cold. you didn’t realize what was happening until you woke up two days later in the hospital with soda by your side.
when you first opened your eyes, soda shed a few tears. it had scared him so much to see you pass out, and to have all the medical equipment strapped up to you to help you breathe. he was so glad that his baby was okay, but also very guilty.
“baby, i’m so sorry. i’m such a bad boyfriend, i don’t deserve you, i’m so so sorry you had to go through that, i will never forgive myself,” he said, tears in his eyes.
you giggled and caressed his soft cheek, “soda don’t say that. i love you with all mu being and i am so lucky to have you.”
he gently took your hand and kissed it, promising himself he would never do that again.

dally: you ran as fast as you could out of that house. you were never going back. you have had enough of your father mentally beating you up, but tonight, it was physical. your nose was bleeding and you had a black eye. you had no idea where you were going but you just wanted out. out of this town, out of your life. suddenly, you remembered dally and ran to bucks. you and dallas weren’t dating, he always was sleeping around with some girl or other but you were definitely best friends and had a strong emotional connection. you watched out for him and he did the same for you. you two would do anything for each other, but none of you would ever admit it.
by the time you got to bucks, something was up. your head felt weird and your eyes felt sunken. everyone stared at you weird while others backed away. maybe it was worse than you thought…
“holy shit y/n, what happened to you?! we cmon lets go to the hospital, this is pretty bad. holy shit, what the fuck happened?”
“it was my father he-”
dally’s grip tightened around your shoulders as he lead the way out of buck’s.
“look y/n, it makes me so mad what he does to you. you deserve so much more you know that? you could do so much more for the world and i have no fucking idea why he can’t see that. he can’t beat you up like that, its fucking wrong, you know i’m so mad right now! say the words, y/n, say the words, and he’ll be out of your life forever.”
dally began to say something else, completely enraged, but suddenly everything became blurry and quiet until everything was black and silent.
you woke up the next morning, surprisingly, dally was beside your side. there was a big bandage across your head and your mouth had a weird taste, like medicine.
“jesus, you’re awake,” dally said.
“guess i am.”
“look y/n, i was real worried about you and it just made me realize-”
“-yeah?”
i had feelings for dallas as long as i could remember. sometimes it seemed like he did too, but with dally, you never really knew.
“it made me realize how much you mean to me. how upset i’d be if you died you know? and i can’t even believe im saying this, it sounds like something fucking ponyboy would say.”
you smirked.
“what?” he asked, you could sense he was worried.
“kiss me.”

ponyboy: you heard the brake slam. your head hit the wheel. it seemed like you heard everything. the smashing of the glass, your car hitting theirs, but the most dominating of all was your screams. and everything went black.
“she’s what? what happened?”
pony felt like his heart stopped when he received the phone call from dally. he felt his fingers getting numb. y/n? his y/n? in the hospital? no. he just was with her 20 minutes ago! this can’t be happening. pony couldn’t feel his voice anymore. he ran out of the house, straight to the hospital.
“Y/N! Y/N!” he shouted as soon as he burst into the room you were.
the nurse soon had him held down, telling him you were okay, but he needed to stay calm.
“ponyboy. pony, i’m alright. i’m so happy you came, it was so scary, i-”
“-shhh, honey. you need to rest. im here now,” he said putting his hand on your chest and began to calm down, realizing his babygirl was okay.

steve: you knew you should be scared when you heard the footsteps. you knew it wasn’t my type greasers, and you were scared.
“what’s up babyyyy..” one of them said, obviously drunk.
“s-st-stay away from me,” you imagined it would be more confident in my head, but when you said it out loud it probably just sounded like a lost little puppy. your heart was beating really fast now.
before you knew it they were beating me up, and beating me good. there were 4 of them, against you. you were pretty small and looked younger than you were. there was blood all over the place.
“let go of her!” was the last thing you heard before everything went black.
you arose a couple hours later with a nurse by your bed.
“where the hell am i?” you asked groggily.
she gently smiled and said, “hello, y/n, i’m your nurse and from what i’ve heard, you got beat up pretty badly, i’m so sorry to hear about that.”
everything came flooding back to me at once, as i felt the large bandage on my arm.
“and honey, there was this young man really worried about you, in tears even. he felt so bad, i’m gonna go call him over right now.”
steve? steve was worried about you? steve was the only one who would be, he’s your boyfriend. you felt content at the fact that steve was worried.
on cue, steve burst through the doors.
“baby! y/n! are you okay? holy crap, i’m so sorry i wasn’t there walking you home. this is all my fault-why are you smiling, did they put you on some drug?”
“no stevey, i just love you so much.”
“definitely some drug.”


johnny: (hey, i usually don’t feel very comfortable doing this, but just this one time. i’m so sorry if this offended you in any way, but there was a warning. i deal with this sort of stuff everyday and if you need someone to talk to, you can always, ALWAYS talk to me.) nothing was okay anymore. everything was falling apart. you cried and cried until you couldn’t cry anymore.
“love, love, are you okay?” my boyfriend johnny asked, obviously concerned, nervous & distraught.
shit. no. johnny did everything for me, he was my everything. he can’t see me in this state, he can’t. it’ll hurt him too much.
“i-i-i’m sorry…i-i-just-..”
he grabbed me and buried his face into the crook into my neck.
“y/n cakes, tell me what’s wrong. i love you so much you know that.”
i was hysterical, but he’s seen me like this before and he knew what was up.
“baby, don’t think like that. you know i could never live without you. i need you. i love you so much.”
i cried even more, how did i deserve him?
he picked my up bridal style, and carried me to the hospital.

two bit: you ran to the bathroom, for the eighth time today, barfing over the toilet.
your boyfriend, two-bit, rushed in after you.
“y/n. maybe we should go to the hospital, this doesn’t look too good…” two said for the hundredth time today, but this time you agreed. you felt horrible.
he brushed your hair and kissed your sweaty forehead, and guided you over to his car.
as soon as you hit the hospital bed, you fell asleep. it was deep and peaceful.
thank god, when you woke up you felt better. they gave you some nasty tasting medicine, and two rubbed your chest while you took it. it really helped that he was with you, he cracked jokes that made you feel better, and he was incredibly caring.
“you doing better, buttercup?” he asked with a playful smirk on his face.
“you betcha, keith.”

darry: the pan sizzled as you inhaled the amazing scent of garlic chicken you were cooking. suddenly, your hand slipped and the pan fell onto your left foot with a crash.
a string of loud profanities left your mouth as tears escaped from your eyes. GOD, that hurt a lot.
soda, who was the only one home immediately rushed into the kitchen.
“y/n are you alright? holy crap, that does not look good. ummmm, lets take you to the hospital and then we’ll call darry. dang, y/n i’m so sorry man that looks bad.”
he said while you were sobbing and hopping on one leg. he supported half of your weight as he dragged you to their car.
the nurse had put some numbing medication on your foot and bandaged it all up. it still burned, but it sure as hell felt better than it did before.
soda was on the phone with darry now.
“darry, yeah, so basically, y/n was cooking and the hot pan fell on her foot and she’s in the hospital. okay, it aint my fault, and its not her’s either! it was an accident!”
“hey, y/n, dars really worried. he’s gonna be over in 5.”
i gratefully smiled.
darry came sooner than i expected. he was real worried and was pacing and jumpy.
“dare bear!”
“y/n, don’t pull that crap with me. god i feel awful. i’m so sorry i had to work late. GOD that is a hue bandage. does it hurt anymore, shit.”
“darry, i’m okay now, calm down. i’ll be able to go tonight and i’ll only be on crutches for two days. i’ll be okay so just relax,” then you added, “i love you.”
he softened and sat next to me, while we spent the whole day talking while he drew shapes on my bare shoulder.

continuation of the ODSS-1b fig newton story

the person who sent in those other asks was totally right so ive continued my earlier story some to reflect that. i might write more in this same vein? im not sure. this is sorta… idk, it’s not the Best thing but it sure is a thing, and at least i remembered to save it this time lmao

The first time you notice them is probably a Thursday. You’re just guessing, though; you’ve been in the library for a long time. They’re in the psychology section, which intrigues you, so you walk up behind them silently. They have their index finger on the spine of a book titled “Dissociative Disorders: a Guide” which you’ve read and don’t like, so you tell them so,

“That one doesn’t have reliable sources and contains lots of misinformation.”

They flinch, and drop the other books they’re carrying. As they bend down and scrabble to pick them up, they also duck their head, hiding behind a thick curtain of dark hair.

“Oh, sorry,” you say, and kneel down to help them. Oops. You hope they never think to call that in. You’ve been here for practically Ever, you should have this down by now.

“I’ve got it,” they say suddenly, severely, almost sounding scared.

You catch a glimpse of a tattered notebook before it disappears behind a Chemistry textbook. When they’ve finished gathering their stuff back up, they don’t look at you, but still ask,

“Um… How do you know the book is bad?” 

“I’ve read it,” you tell them, “and I was in a position where I needed accurate information, and it lead me to Make a Deal that maybe wasn’t the best choice.” 

They look up at you then, dark eyes striking and intense, and say,

“You made a deal based on the information in a book on dissociative disorders.”

It’s not quite a question, but you nod anyway. You narrow your eyes at them, and they dip their head to let their hair cover the left side of their face back up. They’re still looking at you with the other eye, and you’re beginning to suspect they’re in a similar situation to where you were upon arriving at Elsewhere University. They’re a freshman; you can tell because a copy of the orientation brochure is sticking out of their Chemistry textbook.

“I can recommend a better book if this is for a class project…?” you let your voice tilt up at the end of your sentence to make it into a question, and they hesitate, before shaking their head.

“It’s maybe a little bit personal.”

You nod, because that’s what you thought.

Keep reading

Back to the Past (Hamilton x Reader) 9 Final

Words: 1500+

Warnings: None dudes

A/N: hi you guys! thank you for this whirlwind of a rollercoaster series and i hope you like this last part! ahhh!

Part1 Part2 Part3 Part4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8


You blinked, appearing back in your bedroom. The sun was shining through the windows, burning your eyes. You quickly touched your back, feeling in there was a wound there. You lifted up your tank, but there was nothing, not even a scratch. You looked back at your laptop, seeing that it was still on the search bar with pictures of Lin. You groaned, placing your face in your hands.

Was that all a dream? Falling in love with Alexander Hamilton? Hercules Mulligan being in love with you?

Before even walking outside, you grabbed your laptop, and tried to research. Unfortunately, your internet was acting as ridiculous, so you gave up. You grabbed a pair of clean clothes and pants, and took a quick shower, tending to your showering needs. You heard your phone ring, and glanced at it. Your best friend, Erin, face popped up on the screen. You quickly answered the phone, placing it next to your ear.

“Erin, why are you calling me?” You asked harshly, throwing your light jacket over your shirt. You zipped up the clothing, and grabbed your keys, walking out the door.

“Did you forget? We’re going to see Hamilton today! Aren’t you excited?” She said happily into the phone, innocence in her voice. You wondered if she remembered what happened, but you reminded yourself that she said she always did.

“Are you excited to see Lin? To make him fall in love with you? Or how we could figure out how to break this loop?” You said, looking both ways before crossing the street.

“What are you talking about, Y/N? Did you just wake up or something?” She sounded innocent enough, and you knew her well, not hearing any lying in her voice. Still, you had to make sure she wasn’t playing any games with you. “What about the love square between me, you, Mulligan and Hamilton?” You asked, listening to her answer. She laughed into the microphone.

“You’re so silly, Y/N. I’ll see you in a half hour, don’t be late. We’re catching the two o'clock show.” She hanged up on you, leaving you staring at the phone.

Was it all a dream?


You made it to her house, and she was excited, showing no signs of her other self. She was giddy, telling you facts about the cast and the musical itself. You were still iffy about her behavior, standing ever so slightly away from her as the two of you walked to the theater.

“And he’s single, Y/N! Can’t you believe it?”

“Mhm, interesting.” You mumbled, lost in your thoughts. She snapped her fingers in front of you, and you blinked. “What?”

“You haven’t been paying attention, have you?” She asked, frowning. “Come on, this is your first musical. Be happy about it!”

“What else do you know about Alex? Like, how did he die?” You asked her, ignoring her comments. Her eyes brightened up again, and she began talking.

“So, there was this theory going around. After he was shot in a duel with Burr, he kept on mumbling on about reincarnation and this woman that he met. It was confusing, and there’s little information about it-”

You stopped walking, looking at her. “Wait, what? Do they know the girl’s name? What else did he say about reincarnation? Did he talk about a curse?” Erin rolled her eyes.

“Y/N, you didn’t care about this yesterday. What’s going on? Did something change your mind?”

“When you fall in love with someone it’s hard to just stop thinking about them…” You mumbled, walking again towards Richard Rogers Theater. She raised her eyebrow at you, but continued to walked down the street, unaware of the feelings that were churning inside you now.


You say in your seats, surprised that she was able to get some in the orchestra area, a few rows from the stage. You asked Erin how, but she just shushed you, pointing towards the stage. The lights dimmed, and the audience quieted down, besides some small murmuring and giggles. A man introduced the actors and their characters’ names.

“Okieriete Onaodowan playing as Hercules Mulligan/ James Madison, Anthony Ramos playing as John Laurens/Philip Hamilton, Daveed Diggs playing as Lafayette/Thomas Jefferson, and Lin Manuel Miranda playing as Alexander Hamilton….”

You moved to the edge of your seat, your eyes never leaving the stage.

As they began singing, you immediately recognized your friends. Laurens sang beautifully, no southern tang to his words. Lafayette didn’t have his French accent, and talked more than sang. Mulligan walked down, his deep singing voice resonating with you. Your eyes didn’t leave his figure, not until the lights appeared on him.

Hamilton stood in the middle, saying his name. The audience cheered and clapped at his entrance, and you saw a small smile form on his lips.

“Alex…” You whispered, looking at him. He still looked the same, except he was older, and still as energetic as before. His outfit was different than the ones you saw in the 1700s, much more loose and less stains of blood on them. They were obviously remakes, and it was interesting to see your boys in this world, and not the other.

The four of them danced, rapped, and sang across the stage, and you were so shocked, unable to even take a bathroom break when intermission came. Erin encouraged you to go with her, but you ignored her, not wanting to miss one moment that they were on stage.

You felt jealously rise in you when he and Eliza met, felt anger when he cheated on her, and you felt sadness when he was killed. But the line that surprised you, made you believe that this life you dreamed was not as fake as you thought. Right when he was talking to Eliza during one of the last songs. Those few words stuck with you.

“My love, take your time. I’ll see you on the other side. Raise a glass to freedom.” And the sound of the shot rang through you, making you touch your chest in shock.

He said the same words that you told him. When you were shot, you told him the same words. The lights dimmed on the last song, and everyone clapped, watching as each of the actors walked out onto the stage. You stood up and clapped as well, the tears still staining your cheeks.

Erin loved the show, talking to you about the performance as you two were walking out. You were smiling and agreeing, thinking about seeing the boys right there in front of you. You wanted to wait outside the theater for the actors to come out. To see if they recognized you. To see if they remembered like you did.

To see if Alexander still loved you.

There was a huge crowd, and you two were all the way in the back, unable to see the theater doors. And once they opened, screams were heard, and you put your hands over your ears, trying to see the actors. It was almost impossible, you couldn’t even see the tops of their heads. There were too many screaming teenagers, making your ears ring.

“Y/N, this is a bad idea! We can’t even see them!” Erin yelled at you. You ignored her, standing on your toes.

You needed to know.

You had to know.

“I’m going home! Meet me there?” She yelled, and you replied yes, barely listening to her. She walked away from the crowd, leaving you there. You stood there for another twenty minutes or so, never being able to actually see the boys.

You sighed, pulling your hat out of your bag and placing it on your head. You checked your watch for the time, seeing that it was already past six o'clock. Instead of going to Erin’s home like you planned, you took a walk around the city.

It felt the same as it always did, everyone in a rush to get somewhere, anger fuming from many, and the occasional catcalls. You grabbed a bite from one of the vendors on the street, walking slowly. You decided to walk into one of the many department stores, looking at nothing in particular.

Before you knew it, it was already past eleven. Erin texted you again to make sure you were okay. You sighed, answering her quickly. You then heard your phone ring, seeing her face show on the screen.

You answered the call, stopping in the middle of your walk. “Erin, I told you. I’m fine.”

“I know, I know, but, you know how the city is at night. I’m just making sure you’re okay.” Listening to her speak so caring to you was heartwarming, different from the Erin in what you assumed now was a dream.

“I’m fine, hon. I just, I don’t know, I just need some alone time. I’m going through a crisis.” You joked, kicking a soda can to the side. She laughed.

“Alright, when you come, I’ll have your favorite ice cream wait for you.”

“Can I eat out of the carton?” You asked, hopeful.

“Of course! See you soon.” You both said your goodbyes, and you hanged up. As you looked at the ground, you felt a hot liquid poured in your back. You hissed, cussing.

Coffee stained your sweater, and you could have sworn you had a third degree burn. (you were exaggerating, the pain was slowly going away). You looked up at the culprit, frowning.

His hair was pulled back into a bun, some hair falling out of the tie. His dark, Brown eyes were still the same, besides the bags that now laid underneath. He had a beard, different from the clean-faced man your remembered. You widened your eyes, realizing who was standing in front of you.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to do that. I just wasn’t paying attention and my friend oak was calling me and I just, it’s been a long day and I think I owe you another sweater. I swear I didn’t do this on purpose I-” His eyes met yours and he stopped talking. You both stood in silence, staring at each other.

“Y/N?” Your name came out of his mouth, barely louder than a whisper. It was the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard. Your heart thumped.

“Alexander?” You gasped.

He remembered you, he knew who you were.


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A summer day with Seventeen

Aries: 
What member you’re with: S.Coups
Where you go: To a once-a-year carnival.
What you eat: Caramel apples and thick milkshakes with curly straws


Taurus:
What member you’re with: Seokmin
Where you go: To a breezy cotton field.
What you eat: Fresh Italian bread and strawberries - packed in a woven basket. You share a water bottle since Seokmin forgot to bring the drinks. 


Gemini:
What member you’re with: Hoshi
Where you go: To an Amusement park
What you eat: A banana split! With a glass of Orange soda on the side and some chips. 


Cancer:
What member you’re with: Seungkwan
Where you go: For a walk in a beautiful, flowery park
What you eat: Buttered French bread and bananas drizzled in caramel/chocolate with two glass bottles of orange juice. 


Leo:
What member you’re with: Chan
Where you go: To an extremely aesthetically pleasing 80s/90s themed Rollerblading rink/arcade.
What you eat: Pizza, chicken tenders and fries with some Pepsi on the side. 


Virgo:
What member you’re with: Jeonghan
Where you go: On a spontaneous backpacking day trip across the city
What you eat: Wheat bagels with lemon leaves, a croissant here and there and some tea.


Libra:
What member you’re with: Jun 
Where you go: A small and obscure oddity shop.
What you eat: Strawberry doughnuts, blueberry pocky and warm fancy lattes. 

Scorpio:
What member you’re with: Wonwoo
Where you go: To an unusually times beach fair.
What you eat: Oreos and caramel popcorn with some diet Dr.Pepper. 

Sagittarius:
What member you’re with: Minghao
Where you go: For a bike ride down a path with a bunch of tall hills
What you eat: Homemade sandwiches, trail mix and lemonade. 

Capricorn:
What member you’re with: Vernon
Where you go: Apple picking!
What you eat: Tuna fish sandwiches, potato wedges and your drink of choice. 

Aquarius:
What member you’re with: Jisoo
Where you go: To volunteer at an animal shelter for the day!
What you eat: Homemade strawberry pies and cherry coca cola

Pisces :
What member you’re with: Mingyu
Where you go: To see a fireworks show!
What you eat: Grilled sandwiches with a side of steak fries and some iced tea.