sometimes around midnight

Title: Sometime Around Midnight
Author: cherrystreet
Pairing: Harry/Louis
Where: ao3
Word Count: 3k
Rating: Mature
Status: Complete
Summary: It’s a Tuesday evening when Louis hears that the band is in town. It’s poor timing, really; he has precisely a thousand and one documents to catch up on for work, his flat needs a desperate cleaning that he’s put off for weeks, and he’s been fighting off a cold since Friday that finally seems to be winning. He stares at the band’s flyer posted online - a bleak announcement that they’re back for one night only at their old stomping ground, a shit time slot right around midnight - and he gives it about 90 seconds before he’s leaping off the couch, looking for his wallet.

Or, Louis is trying to get over his ex, and he thinks that paying their favourite band a visit might help bring him some closure.

He’s wrong.


I’m very convinced that my apartment complex is a liminal space or some sort of place you’d hear about in welcome to nightvale

I’ve lived here twice now, the first time I couldn’t wait to get out, but the longer I was away the more I missed it, now here I am and I can’t imagine that anywhere else outside of this place exists or why I would ever want to leave

when I walk at night, sometimes to pick up the mail, it’s completely silent except for the pool filter running that I can somehow hear no matter how far I am away from it

the coke machine by the pool always says it’s out of stock but if you feed it coins, not what’s stickered on the options, just feed it coins until it’s satisfied you’ll get a NuGrape and never any other flavor of soda even though NuGrape isn’t a flavor option

the snack machine is always empty and there’s a colony of moths that live in it

at night there’s always a lit cigarette in the ash tray on one of the patio tables by the pool, the pool is still and the surface of the water is like glass and even though it’s clean and perfect you can’t see the bottom 

the dog park is sort of there, on a good day you’re welcome, on other days you can sort of see it out of the corner of your eye but when you look straight at it, it’s not there. when you look away you see the shine of a chain link fence and a small white dog with his owner, but only for a brief moment

staying in the dog park for an extended period of time, if you manage to get into it, makes you feel sort of like you took a lot of xanax, suddenly everything is warm and fuzzy and you’re so calm and oh wow the wooden bench feels so good and comfortable and the sun is pleasant on your skin even in the 96 degree Mississippi summer, then you wake up and it’s almost dark and your skin is buzzing and you’ve slept through the day so you go back inside and drink a cold glass of sweet tea and try not to think about it

the mailboxes are in front of the main office, the little rectangular area is covered in faded astro turf and reaching into your tiny mailbox feels sort of like reaching into a void, you’re never really sure what you’re going to pull out but there’s a trash can especially for junk mail next to it that’s always full and sometimes you can get coupons out of it but they’re always just a day away from expiring

the apartment next to my first is never inhabited longer than the minimum 6 month lease, I called the police on the old man there because one day I didn’t hear his TV and his little dog never stopped barking and there was this smell seeping through our walls and he had passed away in his recliner but no one can stand to live there and the apartment is always being moved in and out of

the baseball field across the road, just in front of my balcony, sometimes around midnight when I’m sitting outside restless drinking a sweet wine and pruning my pepper plants, the field lights kick on and they’re brighter than the sun and they startle me but there’s no one on the field, it’s a school night, nobody could possibly be at the school and after only a few minutes they cut off and the world is much darker and I have to go inside because I can’t see without the porch light on

there was a murder just a couple weeks ago, near the front of the complexes but somehow no one heard the shotgun go off and the police never explained the situation, the apartment was almost immediately back up for rent and no one but the old lady in the townhouse behind my apartment ever spoke about it

the old lady who knew about the murder is my friend, sometimes we sit outside and talk and listen to the cicadas while she smokes and walks her dogs, all her dogs are blind and old but somehow they know me and even from my balcony they smell me and bark until I come down to pet them, why she’s out at 1am I’m not sure but I only ever see her raking up pine straw and walking her dogs and she’s always making sure I’m safe in storms, I don’t even know her name

the soft sea-green colored laundromat has no clocks and only one barred window, the magazines are years old and there’s a copy of a book about WWII that seems to have appeared out of nowhere over the past couple of weeks. there’s no concept of time, the color of the walls reminds you of the beach and it feels like 1992 and even though there’s nobody ever in the laundromat there’s always wet clothes in the washers and only 2 open on the far side near a broken water cooler and a ponytail palm tree that hasn’t moved or been watered in years, the only dryer that really dries your clothes is old and marked 1984 and smells like propane. if you encounter anyone in the laundromat you may pass completely through them; they can’t see you, you try to greet them but when you expect to bump into them in the close quarters you feel as if you’ve passed through a wall of static and your body buzzes and they go about their business as if they’re alone as well

the maintenance man is ancient an has a tiny dog named Trixie and his name is Ham, he wanders around aimlessly and supposedly goes around and changes the air conditioner filters and smoke alarm batteries but I’ve lived here a total of three years and haven’t had a job so I’m here 24/7 and I’ve never had him ring my doorbell a single time. the filters are always clean though, and the smoke alarm light is blinking green again instead of red, I only ever see him on the patio of the office, looking out over the pool and sipping a NuGrape and feeding his tiny dog pieces of bologna

there’s a man who wanders the grounds at night with a hand-crank radio but there’s nothing on the radio but static and sometimes someone repeating numbers with a strange accent that you can’t make out

stairwells always feel like you’re walking through another dimension and at night it seems like they’re endless, it feels like you’re walking and walking and walking even though I’ve counted and there’s 14 steps it feels like you’re walking up 1000 steps and when you get to the top and look down it feels like you’re on the top floor of a high rise even though there’s no building here with more than two floors

the pine trees creak and groan at night trying to speak to you as you walk by but you can never make it out, I make a note of listening to them but sometimes I feel like it’s something important that I’m missing so I go inside and sip a Riesling until I forget about it


Summary: In which you go missing and it turns Eggsy’s world upside down.

Pairing: Eggsy x Reader

Word Count: 3,196

A/N: Well here it is, my first Eggsy fic. This is all thanks to @writingruna who, after learning that I was thinking about writing for Eggsy, sent me a bunch of requests to help motivate me to do it. It worked and here’s one of those requests.

Originally posted by thetaronblog

The Kingsman never had a rule put in place about agents dating each other. At the time of the organization’s creation, they didn’t feel the need to. Becoming an agent meant making sacrifices. The unspoken assumption was that this meant giving up a chance at falling in love.

That assumption was made on the belief that falling in love with someone outside of Kingsman could only end badly. A relationship was meant to be built on the truth, and telling the truth was one of the many things an agent couldn’t afford to do. Secrecy was the most important aspect of the organization. There was also the fear that personal connections could become liabilities out in the field. What if an agent’s significant other was kidnapped and used as leverage by the enemy? Or worse, killed to exact revenge?

Love was complicated enough on its own. By adding a person’s status as a Kingsman into the mix, that equation suddenly became an unsolvable one.

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* newly added fics to my fic rec page as of 07/28/17 (23 fics in total)
all fics are larry unless specified otherwise • more recent recs

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Barefoot in Blue Jeans by indiaalphawhiskey (24k) [au, kidfic, pining, slow burn]

AU. Louis Tomlinson is trying desperately hard not to fall for his son’s au pair, but he can’t, for the life of him, remember why.

call me home and i will build a throne by queenmcgonagall (13k) [au, music festival]

It’s just, he’s here and he’s found this boy and the sun is really hot and he’s got alcohol swishing through his veins and his two best friends are in love and making out next to him and Louis’s hand is hot and tight in his and god, this is such a good song, and Harry thinks he could live forever if he could stay in this spot with Louis warm against him and the deafening screaming of the crowds echoing in his ears.

Coax the Cold by MediaWhore (86k) [au, historical, fantasy & supernatural, slow burn]

England, 1897.

English Professor Louis Tomlinson’s passion for the occult has been a source of mockery and derision for most of his life. When he hears whispers of a travelling freak show newly established in London claiming the existence of a monstrous sea hybrid, half-man, half-fish, Louis sees it as his ticket to credibility amongst his peers. The summer he spends undercover working on the show, however, gives him much more than that.

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Mobile Masterlist!

Getting my shit together and making one mobile masterlist which I will update semi-regularly.

UPDATED: 3rd Sept 2017 

Requests still open and if you wanna be tagged in anything just shout!

Originally posted by stayclassysupernatural

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Mini Supercorp headcanon; Kara stopping by at L-Corp sometime around midnight because she noticed Lena’s office light was still on and didn’t want her girlfriend to work too late because she’s seen what Lena’s like when she works through the night and it isn’t good so she comes in through the balcony, makes Lena pack all her stuff up and then flies her home to make sure that she actually, y’know, goes home. And she makes sure Lena’s all settled and in bed in her pyjamas and everything’s good and then Kara’s called away to sort out some disaster/escaped alien/something but that’s okay because she knows Lena’s okay and probably sleeping by now.

But, the next day, she goes to see Lena at work and she’s like a fucking zombie from sleep-deprivation and Kara’s like ‘HOw??? I took you home? I put you to bed? How are you so tired??? Did you work from home all night???’ and Lena just grins like an idiot because ‘Kara, I read three whole books’ and Kara is just speechless because ‘Lena, you need to sleep’ but Lena doesn’t care; she got to read all night long.

And that’s essentially how Kara finds out that Lena’s an idiot when it comes to sleep and that, if you want her to actually, y’know, sleep, you practically need to take everything off her so that she doesn’t have anything to distract her form bed. 

She doesn’t even sleep 100% properly when she’s with Kara, either; she’s on her phone or her laptop or she’s reading or she’s building something and, basically, doing anything other than sleeping. Kara thinks, at first, it might be because she gets nightmares and wants to avoid them but, when she actually manages to get Lena to sleep properly for a full week, she realises that isn’t true, and then she thinks it might be insomnia but quickly dismisses that idea because Lena assures her it isn’t; she just likes being awake and doing things.

And that’s because, ever since she was adopted, Lena’s days have been so full of things she didn’t want to do so she decided that she’d do the things she wanted to do at night instead because that’s the only time she had free and that habit’s just carried over into her adult life so now Kara tries to make sure that Lena actually starts and finished work at reasonable times so she has time to do the stuff she loves during the day instead of losing sleep over it and Lena’s never been happier.

I just noticed I started this thing with the word ‘mini’. Whoops. Never mind.


Lemony x Beatrice Songs | Sometime Around Midnight- The Airborne Toxic Event

Sometime Around Midnight

A/N: i decided to write this after seeing an ex boyfriend in a club one night making out with his girlfriend and it was emotionally harrowing i was so drunk i went in the bathroom and cried lmao (we’ve been broken up for ages too btw lmao)

Song(s) Used: Sometime Around Midnight - The Airborne Toxic Event (it legit relates to what happened to me)

Pairing: Dan x Reader

Warnings: swearing, alcohol, sad thoughts (everything that makes up my personality)

Word Count: 1,448 words

Genre: Angst (I just really love angst okay)

Ps. Lyrics are in bold and italic

Dans P.O.V

“and it starts sometime around midnight, or atleast thats when you lose yourself for a minute or two…”

Midnight has always been a vulnerable time. Midnight is when you’re at your emotional peak, some could say.

Things in my life werent going the way i had planned, lets say. But I decided I would try my best to have a great time while I could. I mean, I was in Orlando for Playlist Live surrounded by amazing company; so I decided to follow the crowd to a party and now, here I am at midnight.

I dont know if it was because it was midnight, or because of all the alcohol I had consumed during the night, but there was something that was making me feel vulnerable, almost like I was anxious and on edge. Maybe it wasn’t either of those two. Maybe it was something else?

But then she walks in, and it’s almost like everything has frozen around her.

“as you stand under the bar lights, and the band plays some song about forgetting yourself for a while, and the pianos this melancholy soundtrack to her smile; and that white dress shes wearing you haven’t seen her for a while…”

(Y/n) walks in looking as beautiful as she always has been, walking in wearing an amazing white dress. The band started playing some song about letting go and forgetting yourself.

How ironic.

I look towards (Y/N) and I can see her smiling brightly at everyone, the same smile she always gave me until I fucked it all up. Her smile alone is enough to take me back to all of the great times we had together, because thats the same smile she always had on, and the melody of the piano solo of the song in the background is reminding me of those times,

those times I will never get back.

I just stood by the bar, watching her, evaluating her. I was too busy watching her that I never noticed the boy that walked in behind her…

“but you know that she is watching, she’s laughing, shes turning, she holding her tonic like a crux…”

For a second, I caught her eye, and I felt the heat rush to my face and I gave her a shy smile, but she gave one back.

She walks up to her group of youtuber friends at the party, and it seems like she’s having a great time, she’s laughing, she’s dancing and holding her drink as if her life depended on it.

All while looking my way, kind of like a message to tell me that her life is great.

But seeing her so happy and having fun is almost breaking my heart, because I’m feeling the complete opposite

“the room suddenly spinning she walks up and asks how you are, so you can smell her perfume; you can see her lying naked in your arms…”

The night started to progress and I got even drunker to forget about all of the memories that came with seeing (Y/N) at the party tonight. I guess I should’ve known that she would be here, but part of me was convinced that she would never show up.

I was so drunk the the room was practically spinning and I felt like I could barely stand up. And for a second I thought I was hallucinating because I could see her start walking towards me; this was honestly the last thing I was expecting.

“Hey Daniel, it’s been a while. How have you been?” She asks in that sweet voice of hers that I’ve missed. The voice I never thought I would hear in person again, especially standing right in front of me.

I was way too entranced to talk. The fact that my ex girlfriend was standing in front of me, she was also wearing my favorite perfume of hers, and boy did that perfume bring back more memories. Memories of us laying in bed together, her wrapped up in my arms, like it was always supposed to be.

"Yeah I’ve been alright” I lied.

"and so there’s a change in your emotions. and all these memories come rushing like feral waves to your mind; of the curl of your bodies like two perfect circles intertwined; and you feel hopeless and homeless and lost in the haze of the wine…”

After the awkward conversation about small talk, she walks off back to our- I mean her friends and I start to feel guilty, because maybe if I wasn’t such a fuck up when we were together, she would still be with me, we would still be together.

Watching her walk off started bringing back even more memories, like how our bodies would just mold and curl together, like we were perfect for each other, maybe we were perfect for each other, and I blew it.

All of these memories I’ve tried repressing since we broke up are starting to come back and their becoming too much for me, and I can feel myself getting lost in the haze of all of the alcohol that I’ve been drinking, and I can’t help but start to feel hopeless and homeless.

I feel homeless because she was my home.

"then she leaves with someone you don’t know, but she makes sure you saw her, she looks right at you and bolts…”

Phil sees me looking distressed as I continue to stand by the bar and get progressively more drunk than I already was, but he doesn’t know why, he hasn’t seen her yet. But I continue to watch her, watch her like I’ll never see her again.

All of a sudden, she starts saying her goodbyes to everyone, and she leaves, she leaves with a boy. A boy who isn’t me. A boy I don’t know.

But as she’s about to leave, she looks right at me, as if she want me to see her leave; and I did. I watched her bolt out of the room with another guy.

"as she walks out the door you blood boiling; your stomach in ropes. oh and your friends say ‘what is it? you look like you’ve seen a ghost…’”

I couldn’t help the feeling of my stomach tying itself up in knots. But the more I thought about it, the more my blood started boiling because that should’ve been me leaving with her. Not him. Me.

Phil finally approaches me, and sees me looking even more distressed and upset. I can feel my face start to pale as I think more about her and him.

"Dan are you alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost or something” Phil asks very concerned.

I shake my head no and start gathering up my things to go.

"I have to go…” and I get up and leave.

"then you walk under the street lights, and you’re too drunk to notice that everyone is staring at you. you don’t care what you look like the whole world is falling around you…”

I bolt out of the party and go outside, hoping to catch up with her and see her. I want to tell her how sorry I am for everything.

I can feel myself stumbling around the street trying to walk, too drunk to notice that everyone was staring at me.

I don’t care about the fact that I’m stumbling around the street, looking like a drunk crazy man, because it feels like everything is falling around me, and everything is falling apart.

"You just have to see her…”

I need to see her

"You just have to see her…”

I really need to find her

"You just have to see her…”

I want to see her to apologize

"You just have to see her…”

But I know she probably doesn’t want to see me

"You just have to see her….”

I really need to see her, but I know that if I do, she’ll break me in two; like I broke her in two.

"You know that she’ll break you in two…”

And it starts
Sometime around midnight
Or at least that’s when you lose yourself
For a minute or two

As you stand
Under the bar lights
And the band plays some song about forgetting yourself for a while
And the piano’s this melancholy soundtrack to her smile
And that white dress she’s wearing, you haven’t seen her
For a while

But you know
That she’s watching
She’s laughing, she’s turning
She’s holding her tonic like a cross
The room suddenly spinning, she walks up and asks how you are
So you can smell her perfume
You can see her lying naked in your arms

And so there’s a change
In your emotions
And all of these memories come rushing like feral waves to your mind
Of the curl of your bodies, like two perfect circles entwined
And you feel hopeless, and homeless, and lost in the haze of the wine

And she leaves
With someone you don’t know
But she makes sure you saw her, she looks right at you and bolts
As she walks out the door
Your blood boiling, your stomach in ropes
And then your friends say “What is it? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

And you walk
Under the streetlights
And you’re too drunk to notice that everyone’s staring at you
You don’t care what you look like
The world is falling around you

You just have to see her
You just have to see her
You just have to see her
You just have to see her
You just have to see her

You know that she’ll break you in two

Creepypasta #1056: I'm A Janitor At A Fucking Creepy School

Length: Super long

Yeah I know, janitor, what the fuck. Sounds like the worst job in the world and to be honest, it really is horrible. The unimaginable things that I’ve had to clean up. How these little kids can expel such utterly vomit inducing things from their body is beyond me. I’ve pretty much been turned off from ever having kids ever. Unless I don’t have to clean up after them. Anyway my name is Brandon, I’m 28 years old and God… I don’t even want to admit this, even though you’ll probably never meet me but, I still live with my parents. It’s fucking brutal.

I take care of three to four schools a day in the Vancouver area. I start after school ends and finish around midnight. Sometimes I go a little later depending on my speed and the volume of the task at hand. Usually I clean up rooms n bathrooms (ugh), mopping and vacuuming all that boring shit. Usually it’s pretty uneventful but recently some really weird things have been happening.

There’s this one elementary school I just started cleaning. I won’t say their name for obvious reasons. It’s the final school I hit at the end of the night. I usually get there at around 10pm and work till midnight or a little later. This school is pretty small, but there was a weird feeling to it, a strange energy. I dunno. Like it’s been through things. Seen things. I hate going there. I used to bring a buddy along but he stopped helping me last week. He wouldn’t tell me why. He just stopped showing up. He won’t pick up his phone or text me back, nothing. It was so much better when he was working with me, but now I’m back alone.

Nothing much has happened to me at the school, except weird vibes. I always feel like someone is watching me. There are parts of the school that get cold for no reason. I constantly see things moving in the corner of my eye. It’s all really fucking creepy but nothing substantial has actually happened to me, nothing really tangible. That is, until tonight. I’m sitting in my car right now, at some park far away from the school and I can’t stop shaking. I’m typing this all up on my phone - I don’t want to forget what happened.

I fucking hope I’m not going crazy.

So I got to the school a little late. It was about 11 pm. The last school had a huge mess in the girls bathroom. There was shit on the ceiling. I don’t know how that’s even possible. I start by going through every classroom, vacuuming and cleaning up spills and stuff. It’s right at then end of summer here, so it’s still pretty warm.

I was in the last room at the end of a long hallway. It was kind of a strange room as it was the only one without windows. It felt different than the other rooms. It was covered up with some ugly yellowish wallpaper that was pretty worn and tearing. You could see the wall underneath it was dark and grimy. All the other classrooms had painted walls but this was the only one with this weird wallpaper. 

I was on all fours scrubbing this stupid fucking juice box stain out of the carpet when I heard what I thought was a child’s voice. I took my ear buds out and turned my ear to the hallway silently waiting for another sound. Nothing. I figured I was just tripping balls as I had smoked quite the fatty before I got here (not sure why, I think it helps calm me down). 

So I get back to the stupid fucking stain, scrubbing like a mother fucker. Fuck it, I could care less. I stand up and walk towards the door when all the hair on my body stands up. I look around and realize that all the chairs are on top of the desks. They’re standing on all fours, like they would if the were on the floor. And I know one hundred percent that they were all on the floor a second ago. I haven’t vacuumed yet, I didn’t put any of them on the desks. And if I did I would never stand them like that. 

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Sometime Around Midnight - Dallas Winston SongFic

The Airborne Toxic Event - Sometime Around Midnight

Dallas Winston was the love of her life. She knew it every time she kissed him. She knew it every time he put his arm around her shoulders. She knew it every time he fell asleep holding her. She knew it the moment she met him, and she knew it the moment she said goodbye to him. He knew it too. He just would never admit it, because admitting that he was the love of her life meant admitting that she was his, and that just not something that he would do – and that was why she left. He knew that, too, he just couldn’t make his lips form the words.

           So it had been a month, and she was exhausted. She thought that she would stop being exhausted once she stopped waiting for him to say it, when she stopped wondering all the time if it was real. But it didn’t. It had been a month and she was still exhausted. Exhausted by waking up without him. Exhausted by not being touched by him. Exhausted by eating alone every night. Exhausted by not having him to force out of bed to double check that she had locked the front door. She was exhausted by having to live every day without him. She could do it – hell if anyone said she couldn’t – but she didn’t like it. She hated it.

           So it had been a month and she was ready to go out. To go out and make stupid decisions with some guy – only, she knew it wouldn’t be the same. The stupid decisions her and Dallas made always ended up happy in some way or another. So her friend set her up with her boyfriend’s friend – some well-to-do socialite that she was sure she wouldn’t be able to stand. She’d said he was a lawyer.

           The four of them were going to go to a bar, because there was no way she was sitting at a fancy table at a fancy restaurant all night without breaking. She never would have been able to, but especially not without him.


Dallas had grown up a lot since he was 17, but, at his core, he was still Dallas Winston. He still drank instead of felt and had sex whenever he could. Only, now, he drank at night instead of all day, and he only had sex with her. Only her. But then she broke up with him, and he shattered. He shattered. His rough edges became knives and his breath became fire. His chest always felt crushed and he wasn’t entirely sure why. That’s a lie. He knew why.

           Everyone had noticed. Of course they had. She wasn’t around anymore. She just wasn’t. And, really, neither was he. He never looked at them, just past them. It would take him a second to respond when they called his name and his hand was always shaking. So, they tried to fix him the only way they knew how. They took him out drinking.

And it starts
sometime around midnight 
or at least that’s when 
you lose yourself 
for a minute or two 

He felt himself going numb sometime around midnight. He had had a lot to drink already, and his friends were around him laughing and drinking and he was laughing a bit, too. It felt weird, laughing. He didn’t know he could do it without her. With her it was like breathing. He couldn’t breathe without her.

As you stand
under the bar lights
and the band plays some song
about forgetting yourself for a while
and the piano’s this melancholy soundtrack
to her smile
And that white dress she’s wearing
you haven’t seen her 
for a while

He was laughing, though, and he heard someone order another round. He grinned and listened to the band play some song about forgetting yourself for a while. He could feel the bass deep down in his stomach. He was forgetting himself. Finally. Finally. The light was low and he saw someone across the room. She was beautiful and drunk and lost. No, no. Not someone. Her. She was wearing that dress he loved. She never wore dresses, not normally. But she was. And she was there and he was there and he could breathe again. Only, he couldn’t. He couldn’t. He couldn’t because she was there and he was there and she wasn’t his. And then she looked up, and she saw him.

But you know
that she’s watching
She’s laughing, she’s turning
she’s holding her tonic like a cross

She saw him, and she stopped, and then she didn’t. She couldn’t. Don’t let him take you. Don’t let him take you. You can’t let him control you. You can’t. She started dancing again, looking anywhere but at him. No, looking at her date. He was enjoying himself. She wasn’t. She couldn’t. He was rich and well-mannered and handsome and nothing, nothing, nothing like Dallas. Her knuckles were turning white as she clenched her tonic. Don’t look at him. Don’t look at him. Don’t look at him.

The room suddenly spinning
she walks up and asks how you are
so you can smell her perfume
you can see her lying naked in your arms

He couldn’t look away. She was turning and swaying and laughing, but he knew that it was forced. That wasn’t her smile. He couldn’t think about anything but her and those nights where she would be turning and swaying against him. But then she wasn’t dancing anymore, and she was walking towards him, and then she was in front of him, and nobody was paying attention. Nobody was paying attention. The boys were all on the dance floor with girls. There was nobody. Only her. And then she was in front of him, and he could smell her perfume, and all he could think about it the way that smell stayed on the sheets for a week after she left. He thinks about her naked, curled up against him and whispering sweet nothings into his ear. Kissing her neck. Holding her. Lying next to her. Never telling her he loved her. He was spiraling, he was spiraling.

“How are you?” She looked him in the eye when she said this. He tried to stare back. He couldn’t look into those eyes without losing himself completely.

“Okay,” He said. “I mean, I’ve been good. I’ve been good, baby doll. You?” He tried to smirk, he really did.

“I’ve been good.” She smiled. He wanted to call her a liar – not to hurt her, but because she was. Only, he couldn’t. He was too.

And so there’s a change
in your emotions
and all of these memories come rushing
like feral waves to your mind
of the curl of your bodies
like two perfect circles entwined
and you feel hopeless, and homeless
and lost in the haze
of the wine

She went back to her side of the bar after that, saying something or other about how it was nice to see him. Bullshit. Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit. He couldn’t move. He ordered another drink. And then another. And then another. He lost himself there. He didn’t dance. He didn’t wander off with some girl. He just lost himself right there, downing one drink after another, paralyzed and hazy and wondering when he lost himself originally – when he had stopped being Dallas Winston and started being the kind of guy to get so torn up over a girl. He didn’t have to wonder, though. He knew when.

And she leaves
with someone you don’t know
but she makes sure you saw her
she looks right at you and bolts
As she walks out the door
your blood boiling
your stomach in ropes
and when your friends say “what is it?
you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

He felt eyes on him, and even in his drunken state he knew it was her. He looked towards the door and there she was. The man next to her was big and handsome and not like Dallas at all. He felt it, then. He felt his old self coming back – he was furious. There she was, his girl, walking out the door with another guy. And there he was, stupid drunk, and not able to do anything about it. His blood was on fire, his stomach churning. A few years ago he would have found someone to beat right then and there. Just a month ago he would have chased after her and beaten that man senseless… But that was then. Sodapop came up then, because even drunk, even with a girl, he was thinking about making sure Dallas was alright. And then they were all around him.

“Dal, what’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

And you walk
under the streetlights
and you’re too drunk to notice
that everyone is staring at you
and you don’t care what you look like
the world is falling
around you

He didn’t answer. Steve had seen her. Dallas just asked for another drink. He drank like he used to, only, this time he wasn’t doing it for fun. It was his morphine. He needed it, right then. He drank until the only coherent thought he could form was her, and then he was gone. He was stumbling out the door and down the sidewalk, staggering to one lamp post to the next, screaming out her name. The world was falling to pieces around him, pulsing and spinning. He just had to see her. He just had to see her. He was nothing and she was everything. He was nothing. He was nothing.

You just have to see her
You just have to see her
You just have to see her
You just have to see her
You just have to see her

She was everything.

and you know that she’ll break you
in two.


It was one of those days. 

Arizona was exhausted. Her body ached, her brain was overworked, and the stress of the day at the hospital left her wanting nothing more than to climb into bed and cuddle up with a warm, sleeping Calliope. And so when she entered their bedroom sometime around midnight, she was both slightly disappointed – but also overjoyed – to see that her wife was actually still awake, sitting up with a book in her hands.

“I’m exhausted.”

She wasted no time with a greeting, simply crossing the room and discarding her clothes as she went, and as the blonde sat on the bed to remove her prosthetic in only her underwear and a camisole she let out a tired sigh that immediately tugged at Callie’s heart.

“I take it the last couple hours were as bad as the rest of the day?”

“Worse. More interns and less you.”

Arizona shifted herself back onto the mattress, moving the pillows so she could sit up against the headboard, and Callie set her novel aside, leaning over to press a soft kiss to the other woman’s lips.

“That’s from me,” she smiled slowly, and then kissed Arizona again, “and that’s from Sofia. She left me strict instructions to give you a goodnight kiss.”

The brunette’s words brought a smile to Arizona’s face and her eyes immediately brightened a little, looking over at the mention of their daughter’s name.

“I hope you gave her one from me, too. How was her day at school?”

“Good, and I did. Her teacher gave her a unicorn sticker in her journal today – she can’t wait to show you. Hey..did you eat anything for supper?”

Callie’s response veered off course as a slight rumble sounded from her wife’s stomach, but Arizona just yawned, shaking her head.

“I stole half a granola bar from Andrew.”

“Do you just want to sleep?”

Despite the obvious exhaustion written across her face, Arizona shook her head again, glancing at the watch on her wrist before she unclasped it.

“I don’t think I can. Can we break the TV in bed rule?”

“I think we can break the ice cream for supper rule too.”

Dropping another soft kiss on her wife’s lips, Callie climbed out of bed, grabbing her laptop where it sat on the dresser. She handed it over to Arizona, knowing exactly what the other woman was going to pick, and as Arizona immediately opened it up and typed in the password, Callie left the room with a smile.

“Be right back.”


The familiar theme song of Friends was playing from the laptop when Callie climbed back into bed minutes later, and she tugged the comforter up around their legs as Arizona set the device down on the mattress in front of them. The brunette wordlessly held out a container of their favourite ice cream with a spoon, and Arizona accepted both gratefully, settling back with a content sigh. She shifted until she was pressed against Callie’s side, her head dropping to her shoulder, and Callie’s arm found its way around her, her lips pressing another gentle kiss to the top of blonde hair.


“So much better. Best wife ever.”

“Is this ’The One With Unagi’?”

It’s my favourite.”

Callie laughed softly, grasping the smaller woman’s wrist and stealing a spoonful of ice cream.

“You just like seeing Ross get beat up by the girls.”

“Well…” Arizona scooped another spoonful and glanced up briefly with a grin, “I mean yeah.”

She looked back at the show playing in front of them and laughed softly at the next funny quip, the tension beginning to leave her body with the comfort of chocolatey ice cream and the warmth of the woman beside her – it was exactly what the blonde had needed.

“I love you.”

The words slipped out easily and without abandon, Arizona’s voice soft and genuine in its affection. No matter what kind of day she’d had, being here – in Callie’s arms – was all that she ever needed. Callie simply nuzzled her nose into silky strands and snuggled closer, and a small smile tugged at her lips at the smaller woman’s words – she knew she’d waited up for a reason tonight.

“I love you too, honey. Now…stop hogging the ice cream.”



Happy 21st birthday to an amazing friend, Kaitlyn aka @appleschloss! I’ve prob said this multiple times before but ima say it again: meeting you through that tumblr secret santa (i think thats what it was??) two years ago was the best thing to happen tbh :’) I hope you have the best day ever (hehe get my reference) and have an amazing birthday :D