this is what i get for staying up til 3 am

i love how everyone is online quietly waiting for harry to fuck us up, no one can say this fandom doesnt bond man cause this always has been our bonding time since the day what makes you beautiful first came out … it doesnt matter who you stan, what you ship, how long you been in the fandom because as soon as we hear that we are getting new music nothing else matters and we all always end up here waiting on it together (leaked ot not), the tradition is never gonna change the boys could be 60 and we will still be here staying up til 3 am to hear the debut of a brand new song.

I Dreamed of You

Deanxsister reader

for @nichelle-my-belle 4k angst challenge my prompt was “I dreamed of you last night. I slept with the lights on.” 

Summary- Reader has trouble trusting Dean after something happened while he was a demon. Angst

word count- 1700

warning- Angst, stabbing, nightmares, panicked reader  


Originally posted by the-captain-destiel


Don’t Run. Don’t move. Don’t even breathe.

It’s what Dean taught you to do if you were ever trapped with a monster. In a locked building, or underground, anywhere that you might be that you couldn’t get out of.

“Don’t run, just hide. Sammy and I, we’ll come find you. If you run you’ll make noise, or you could fall,  something could get knocked over and give away exactly where you are. You’re better off hiding until you know you’ve got the upper hand.” Dean had given you the same lecture at least a hundred times, you could hear his words echoing in your head as you slowed your breathing down so much you weren’t even sure how your brain was getting enough oxygen.

You were taking every word Dean had taught you and applying it as you hid in the small dark storage closet. You’ve hidden from monsters before, but you never thought you would be hiding from them in your own home, the bunker… safest place in the world. The worst part of is was, the monster you were hiding from was the same person who had shown you how to hide in them first place. Dean.

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Eight years pt.2

A/N- Hey! Omg I want to thank everyone for their lovely comments and for reading the fic. I so so grateful, like I’m crying. It got such a good response. Thank you all so so much x 

If I continue with this there will be smut, just not yet ~ sorry. 

Part 1 ~ Part 3 ~

Originally posted by cuteguk


*Jungkook’s flash back*  

Jungkook had met Seokjin in college, they were instant. So when his dear called him for lunch he was happy to accept. He didn’t know that this lunch would consist of Seokjin asking him to become the CEO of his company. He was shocked to say the least. 

“Jin why?” Jungkook asked curious why he would want to give up such a powerful job. 

“Moonbyul is pregnant with twins!” Jin says over joyed. 

“And you already have two. Man, your busy in the bedroom.” Jungkook chuckles. 

“Yeah, well I love my wife, and she’s sexy as fuck. But I want to be there for my children and get to see them grow up. I don’t want to be my father whom was to busy to come home for dinner and fucked his assistant, not that I would, I’m just saying. So please just take it over. I know you can do it!” Seokjin smiles, trying to sweeten the deal. 

“I’m happy were I am. I may not be a CEO, but I’m happy.” 

“Look my top adviser is the best in the business, I mean this women is amazing. She closes more deals then I eat, which is saying a lot.” Jin chuckles. 

“What’s her name?” 

“Y/N.” 

Here your name was enough for Jungkook. He took the job. You were his first love. It broke his heart when you stopped talking to him, he didn’t know what happened. He, like you, kept his feelings in. Jungkook now released that was the most idiotic thing hes ever done, and hes friends with Taehyung, king of ‘let’s do it!’ 

*End of flash back*  

Going to work made you nervous in the passing weeks. But you soon got back in the swing of things. Jungkook, as much as you hate to admit it, he was great at what he does. He amazing. Working so closely with him you started to loosen up and have fun with him like you used to. It was nice, but this was a whole new playing field, This wasn’t eight years ago. You and Jungkook where both adults… with desires. Why did he have to be so fucking prefect. There was times when you stayed late with him working on a deal. He would be leaning over your shoulder looking at the screen, you could smell his husky scent. His lips inches from yours. It was killing you. 

“Okay, Y/N, how about we leave it here for tonight, and get some sleep?” Jungkook asks, standing up from his desk and stretching his limbs. 

“Yes, we should!” You jump up putting your shit in your bag and putting your coat on. Jungkook chuckles. 

“Let’s go.” Jungkook holds the door open for you. You both walk to the lift and get on. Jungkook presses the ground floor. Just as it starts to close Hoseok, a co worker join the both of you. 

“Hey Y/N, how are you?” He smiles bright at you. 

“I’m good Hobi, you?” Jungkook flinches at you using his nickname. You smile bright at Hoseok. 

“I was wondering if your free on Friday night, I’d take you out?” You gasp. 

“I would love to, Hobi.” You smile. 

“Great, I’ll pick you up at eight.” Jungkook rolls his eyes, at what is unfolding in front of him. He sees a radiant smile across your face. He feels jealous running through his body, he wishes that smile was for him. 


It was finally Friday, you were excited to be going out with Hoseok. You wanted to get Jungkook out of your head. He was invading it like the plague. You had just finished writing up a document for Jungkook. You knocked on his office door. You enter when you hear a faint, ‘come in’. 

“I finished the document on the Park deal.” You walk over to his desk and set the file in front of him. Jungkook looks up at you, he gets up from his desk and walks around til hes backing you against his desk. He looks like hes about to kiss you, but he leans in and touches your cheek. 

“You had an eyelash.” You gasp at how close he was, he smirks. Little did you know he was only doing this to see if you were interested in being more than co works, which you obviously were by the way your breath hitched. Jungkook wanted you all to himself, but like eight years ago, he was shit scared of saying his feelings. 

“Thanks for the file.” He returns to his seat and you run out of his office. 


Jungkook stunt had quite the effect on you. So that’s why you were hoping Hoseok who fuck your brains out tonight. You put on your sexiest lingerie and got dressed. There was a knock at your door, you look to the clock on your dressing table. It read 7:30, Hoseok wouldn’t be this early would he. Good thing you were ready early, you slip on your heels and walk to the door, smoothing out your dress. You open the door, shocked. 

“Jungkook, what are you doing here?” You ask. 

“Don’t go out with him.” Jungkook says softly. 

“What?” Your stuned you don’t know what to say. 

“Y/N your not the only one who was in love back then. I loved you, too. I just thought you didn’t like me that way, so I never told you. So please don’t go out with Hoseok, please. Just stay and I’ll tell you everything.” 

Your mind is blown, with what hes saying. Is he here? What is happening? Jeon Jungkook loved you… what? You both stood in front of one another. Should you give into your desire, the love you never lived? 

“Please, Y/N. I love you.” 


A/N- This is so short, sorry. I hope y’all like it. Message me if you want a part three. Please give feed back, it’s always appreciated!

Thank you for reading! 

-Admin Abe x 

Dark/Anti inspired music playlist

Ok, so I looked around tumblr a bit to see what i could find, and with the musics i know myself (so the styles of music i like are heavily represented here), i decided to make a big playlist, along with some piece of lyrics from them, that suit Dark and Anti pretty well in my opinion. Some of them are not there for the lyrics, but of the ambiance of the song, that are Anti/Dark-ish to me. 

In bold are the songs that i think are AMAZINGLY ANTI/DARK-ISH like… It’s almost that they were made for them. So here we go! 

And do not hesitate to suggest other songs I missed, i may update this post from time to time when i find more songs! :3

@darkiplier-support-group @anti-support-group

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My 20 year old Idol Husband - [Day 11 - It’s Definitely You]

20 yr old Jungkook, at the top of his idol boyband career, has a secret only he & his bandmates know – An underground relationship, with you, a girl he met at a fanmeeting. Things get a little out of hand and you find out you’re pregnant.

Read: Day 1 / Day 2 / Day 3 / Day 4 / Day 5 / Day 6 / Day 7 / Day 8 / Day 9 / Day 10 / Day 11

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THE TRAUMA OF LIVING

I: when I was almost three years old my Baby Brother was born. He was sick, not expected to live past the first year, if he even made it that long. While he did, and then some, his life created an absence in mine. Mama stayed with him those first three years of his life, over the course of 20+ hospital admissions. Daddy had to work to pay the bills. I was shuffled. Various homes of family and family friends were second, third, fourth, fifth homes to me. I was always second best.

II: it didn’t hit me until years later. Maybe it shouldn’t matter to me, but it does. We moved down south, my Mama, Brother and me. Daddy was supposed to join us. I only really remember him visiting once, maybe twice. I suppose it could have happened more. I do remember how excited I was. I learned the reason we moved was because Daddy’s job at the mill didn’t look so stable and Mama found work three states away, and he was supposed to look down there too. I don’t think he did. We moved back half a year later. When I think back, I can’t help but feel like I wasn’t enough to make Dad stay. I wasn’t enough to make him follow.

III: parents announce their separation after bringing me home early from my best friend’s 9th birthday party. I am outraged, but deep inside, not surprised. Their anger always did hang heavy in the air. The holes in the kitchen walls said a lot. I blamed myself. If I had been a better kid. If I had been happier. If I had been more, more anything Good… I know now that that doesn’t matter. I felt better when Dad rented a house 4 houses down, as opposed to a few towns away, like later on. It always felt safer with him around even when looking back, it seemed like he hardly ever was.

IV: Dad gets hurt at work. He gets laid off. He moves back in with Mom, has surgery, has a place to stay and recover. He gets better. Finds a job. Mom moves to another state. Takes Baby Brother with her. Better services there. I was already angry from years before. She left me for him those first few years. I never realized how angry I was until I was an adult. I tried my best not to see her for years. Avoidance at almost all costs. She left me again. I’m still second best.

V: Boy tells me he loves me. Boy fills my head with lies. Tells me he loves me. Tells me he lied. Lied. Lied. Lied. Leaves. Comes back. Tells me he loves me. Promises me the world. Lies. All lies. Loves me. Loves me. Explodes. Tells me he doesn’t love me, never did. Leaves. He’s not even dust in the wind. I think he was a ghost. I don’t think I ever really knew him. I don’t think the Boy I knew was real. But he took so much of me with him.

VI: different Boy. Warms my heart. Makes me feel something. Made me think I mattered. Boy’s mother loves me. Boy tells me he loves me. I believe him. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Wanting to feel wanted. Wanting to matter for once. Boy leaves bruises. Boy scares me. Boy makes me feel trapped. I am nothing. Nothing. Nothing. I need to be Something. Boy is always mad. Always accusing. I can’t look anyone in the eye. I don’t exist in just a few short months. Boy gives me a split lip. Apologizes. Tells me it was my fault. I now Know. It is Time. It takes time. All the courage I ever had. I look Boy in the eyes. Tell him I am Done. I walk away shaking. Boy finds new Girl a week later. I unravel.

VII: I have moved houses, not Home. With Mama and Brother, with Help I desperately needed. I cannot handle myself. I cannot breathe. I am Too Much. I have always been. I left myself somewhere. I don’t know where to find Her. Can I ever find Her? Can I ever be Whole?

VIII: another Boy, months and months later. Looks at me like I hung the stars in the sky. Like a blind man seeing the sun. Like I meant something. Boy remembers how many freckles I had in kindergarten. Boy opens up to me. Kisses me so hard I forget how to breathe. So different than Boy I dated last. Didn’t leave bruises. Didn’t leave blood. I didn’t flinch when he touched me. I blink. Boy is gone. Bridge is burned. I’m left wondering what it is about me that makes everyone leave so quickly. Why am I never enough?

IX: graduated. Adult. College in the fall, part time. Faking ‘til I make it. Hometown for the summer. Reconnect with a different Boy. Drive around all night, footprints and tire treads all over the city limits.  Kiss him by the creek and almost fall, I’m so scared. I’ve been shaking. I don’t think I ever stopped. So scared of Touch. Scared of Everything. I’m always flinching. Afraid to keep it moving. Boy stops talking to me. I knew it was done the last time I kissed Him. I was Too Much. I will always be. Too Damaged. Never had a chance. I can’t be Something.

X: I am angry. Angry at everything I Was, everything I Could Be. I am hollow and on fire at all times. Seen too many hospital walls. Felt too much. Felt nothing. Felt everything. Upside down. Stalled out on a racing freeway. I do not know anything. Nothing but Destruction. I will burn Me to the ground.

XI: another reconnection. Nice Boy. Leaves. I should have known. Sleep with Hometown Boy because I’m angry. I want to Feel something. Anything. I want to be Useful. What does mattering feel like? Nice Boy comes back. Leaves. Enter Hometown Boy. Fuck. Here comes Nice Boy. I am safe with him under the stars. I can breathe. I am free. God, I’m so In Love. Safe. Safe. Safe. I’m not holding my breath, but I should. Nice Boy leaves, for good. A month late. Near asphyxiated. It was not positive. He doesn’t care that I loved him. He never told me what went wrong. I know I was the Problem. I always am. I always am.

XII: cue Hometown Boy. Let me fuck my sorrows away. I’m under the influence nearly every day for 3 straight months. I am Empty and I am Blank. Only good for being used. It is better than nothing. I cannot let myself Feel. I cannot Fall again. I faltered. Hometown Boy sometimes looked at me like I meant something to him. Said things that made me wonder. Kissed me softly some days. I lost myself again. More hospital walls. One month behind them. Venture out into the world. Hometown Boy is married now. I didn’t know… He never said a thing. I was a Fool.

XIII: I am drunk. I am A Drunk. I am swallowing sadness by the bottle. Trying to find meaning. Trying to hold onto something. Trying to pretend I am something besides miserable. Let me feel. Let me feel. Let me self-destruct some more. I don’t want to exist. It hurts. All I know how to do is hurt and I don’t know why. I cannot get my act together. I cannot give up the only thing I know how to be. I don’t know how to be anything but Nothing.

XIV: I’m seeking something in all the wrong ways. I am drinking. I am smoking. I am in the woods. With Him. Danger Boy. Red hot, flashing light, warnings, NO NO NO, but I go anyway. I am fine. I am laughing. I am spinning. Oh my god my head, my body. Danger Boy is above me, lips touching me. I am Scared. What is happening? Everything is black. There is a Void. I am in Dad’s living room. I do not know how I got there. Mama walks through the door. She looks tired. Dad looks angry. I am scared. I look at the clock. How many hours can pass without memory? I have never blacked out like this, no. I am standing upright and suddenly I can See. I can’t bring myself to say that four letter word.

XV: I can say it now. It is a word that tastes like fear. Like 4:36 pm panic attacks in the sun. Like blood from a wound. Like smoke. I shake. I am a Watcher. I can never stop. Can never be vulnerable. Can never let my guard down. Can never be made a Fool again. Can’t drive certain streets without holding my breath. Can’t stop at hometown stoplights without waiting for the Grim Reaper. Trying to find hope. Trying to be Something. I cannot be Nothing. I was born to Live and that I must do. I cannot be held down. The world cannot drown me. I will prevail. I must. I can be Everything. I at least have to try.

—  THE TRAUMA OF LIVING- Michelle Bishop
DEATH OF A BACHELOR STARTER MEMES

[ possibly triggering items below ]

01. Victorious

“Tonight we are victorious.”
“Let me be your killer king.”
“It hurts until it stops; we will love until it’s not.”
“I’m a killing spree in white.”
“My touch is black and poisonous.”
“I know you need it.”
“Do you feel it?”
“Drink the water.”
“Drink the wine.”
“We gotta turn up the crazy; livin’ like a washed up celebrity.”
“It’s all up the sleeve.”
“Fifty words for murder and I’m every one of them.”
“All my friends were glorious.”

02. Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time

“It’s a helluva feeling though .”
“Who are these people?”
“I just woke up in my underwear.”
“I should probably introduce myself.”
“You shoulda seen what I wore.”
“I was the king of this hologram.”
“Memories tend to just pop up.”
“Don’t think I’ll ever get enough.”
“Champagne, cocaine, gasoline and most things in between.”
“This night is heating up.”
“If you go out you might pass out in a drain pipe.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time .”
“What are these footprints?”
“Now I wish that I could find my clothes.”
“Can’t even tell if this is a dream.”
“How did we end up in my neighbors pool?”
“I usually don’t fall when I try to stand.”
“I’ve told you time and time again.”
“I’m not as think as you drunk I am.”
“I think we’ve had enough.”        

03. Hallelujah

“A moment you’ll never remember.”
“A night that you’ll never forget.”
“Show praise with your body.”
“And if you can’t stop shaking, lean back; Let it move right through ya.”
“My life started the day I got caught.”
“Who was I tryna be?”
“Then the time for being sad is over.”
“Missin’ them like you miss no other.”
“Being blue is better than being over it.”
“I was drunk and it didn’t mean a thing.”
“Stop thinking about the words from my mouth.”
“I love the things you hate about yourself.”
“Just finish the daydream.”
“Who were you tryna be?”
“No one wants you when you have no heart.”
“You’ll never know if you don’t ever try.”
“Let’s try.”  

04. Emperor’s New Clothes

“Finders keepers, losers weepers.”
“Welcome to the end of eras.”
“Done my time and served my sentence.”
“It must be mine.”
“You just might see a ghost tonight.”
“And if you don’t know now you know.”
“I’m taking back the crown.”
“I’m all dressed up and naked.”
“I see what’s mine and take it.”
“So close I can taste it.”
“I’m so much more than royal.”
“Mortal kings are ruling castles.”
“Welcome to my world of fun.”
“Flip the switch.”
“Watch them run.”
“Heroes will always be remembered.”
“Legends will never die.”

05. Death of a Bachelor

“Do I look lonely?”
“I see the shadows on my face.”
“People have told me I don’t look the same.”
“Maybe I lost weight.”
“Put my heart on your chest so that you can see it too.”
“I’m walking the long road.”
“I’m watching the sky fall.”
“The lace of your dress tingles my neck.”
“How do I live?”
“How could I ask for more?”
“Feels like my heart is going to burst.”
“I just want to be served.”
“And when you think of me, am I the best you’ve ever had?”
“Share one more drink with me.”
“Smile even though you’re sad.”

06. Crazy=Genius

“You can set yourself on fire.”
“You’re so normal that you disappear.”
 “There’s no residue of torture in your eyes.”
“Crazy equals genius.”
“If crazy equals genius, then I’m a fucking rocket scientist.”
“If crazy equals genius, then I’m a fucking arsonist.”
“The wine seems to play tricks on my tongue.”
 “You don’t seem to have changed.”
“The cut of your knife never hurts.”

07. LA Devotee

“You got two black eyes from loving too hard.”
“I wouldn’t change ya.”
“I wouldn’t ever try to make you leave.”
“Just another LA devotee.”
“You got bleached out eyes from the valley sand.”
“I couldn’t ever try to make you see.”
“Always on the hunt for a little more time.”   

08. Golden Days

“I found a pile of Polaroids in the crates from a record shop.”
“They were sexy.”
“Sexy, looking back from a night that time forgot.”
“Don’t you wonder when the light begins to fade?”
“The clock just makes the colors turn to grey.”
“Forever younger growing older just the same.”
“All the memories that we make will never change.”
“We’ll stay drunk, we’ll stay tan.”
“Let the love remain.”
“I bet they met some diplomats on Bianca Jagger’s new yacht.”
“The air was sauna hot.”

09. The Good, The Bad, and The Dirty

“Truth is that it was always going to end.”
“True; all of the good girls act so good, til one of them doesn’t wait their turn .”
“If you wanna start a fight, you better throw the first punch.”
“Make it a good one.”
“You better say my name.”
“I know what it’s like to have to trade the ones that you love for the ones you hate.”
“Don’t think I’ve ever used a day of my education.”
“There’s only two ways that these things can go; good or bad.”
“I’ve got the last judgement.”
“You’ve been gone so long, I forgot what you felt like.”

10. House of Memories

“If you’re a lover, you should know: the lonely moments just get lonelier.”
“Memories turns into a daydream.”
“It becomes a taboo.”
“I don’t want to be afraid.”
“It takes my breath away.”
“Baby, we built this house on memories.”
“Take my picture now.”
“I think of you time to time, more than I thought I would.”
“They’ll always haunt me.”
“I wish I could believe you never wronged me.”
“Will you remember me in the same way I remember you?”
“Promise me a place in your house of memories.”

11. Impossible Year

“There’s no sunshine.”
“Only black days and sky grey and clouds full of fear and storms full of sorrow that won’t disappear.”
“There’s no good times.”
“They’re so insincere.”
“They just intrude and extrude.”
“There’s no you and me.”
“There’s never air to breathe.”
“There’s never in-betweens.”
“These nightmares always hang on past the dream.”  

Album #1

Album that reminds me of Dark, #1: Panic! at the Disco’s “Vices & Virtues”.

Album Playlist Link: (x)

Explanation: So, the first thing that comes to mind for me is the pure ‘aesthetic’ of the album. The classy / pop / sultry sound and poetic lyrics just give me his vibe. (I could on about the strings for ages but I will spear your time.) 

But the style of it all! The way the music flows with such a niche of personality. It’s just so fitting of Dark! You feel like withered black rose petals are left in a trial. You can just feel the darker undertones under the idea of romance.

Lyrical Examples:

1) The Ballad of Mona Lisa (x)

“A lonely speaker in a conversation, her words are swimming through his ears again. There’s nothing wrong with just a taste of what you paid for.” 

– “Say what you mean, tell me I’m right. And let the sun rain down on me. Give me a sign, I want to believe.”

– “He senses something, call it desperation. Another dollar, another day
And if she had the proper words to say, she would tell him; but she’d have nothing left to sell him.”

“I’d pay to see you frown.”


2) Let’s Kill Tonight (x)

– “If I retreat words, wars, and symphonies. Make room - we’re taking over here. You’re the galantine. Cold and alone - it suits you well. Won’t find me perching here again.”

– “May your feet serve you well, and the rest be sent to Hell! Where they always have belonged.”

– “Cold hearts brew colder songs.”

– “Fate will play us out, with a song of pure romance. Stomp your feet and clap your hands.”


3) Hurricane (x)

– “Are you worth your weight in gold? ‘Cause you’re behind my eyelids when I am all alone.”

– “Give me peace. Oh, kiss me!“

– “You’ll dance to anything! You’ll dance to anything!!”

– “Oh, I confess, I confess. In a room where I am blessed.”

– “And I believe that half the time, I am a wolf among the sheep gnawing at the wool over my eyes.”

– “Fix me or just conflict me, 'cause I’ll take anything!”


4) Memories (x)

– “When July became December their affection fought the cold. But they couldn’t quite remember what inspired them to go.”

– “And it was beautifully depressing, like a street car named Desire. They were fighting for their love that started growing tired.”

– “Then the smile had finally faded from the apple of their eye.”


5) Trade Mistakes (x)

– “Placing a smile at the perfect event gracing your skin with the side of my hand. If I ever leave I could learn to miss you but “Sentimental Boy” is my nom de plume.”

– “Let me save you, hold this rope and I’ll pull you in.”

– “I may never sleep tonight as long as you’re still burning bright. If I could trade mistakes for sheep count me away before you sleep. I’ll stay awake 'til I trade my mistakes or they fade away.”

– “I am an anchor, sinking her.”


6) Ready to Go [Get Me Out of My Mind] (x)

– “You’ve got these little things that you’ve been running from. You either love them or I guess you don’t. You’re such a pretty thing, to be running from anyone. A vision with nowhere to go.” 

– “I think I’m ready, I think. I know I’m ready, I know.”


7) Always (x)

– “When the world gets too heavy put it on my back, I will be your levy.”

– “I am a fly that is trapped in a web. But I am thinking that my spider’s dead.”

– “Oh, the castle’s under siege but the sign outside says, ‘Leave me alone’.”


8) The Calendar (x)

– “Only for you. Only for you.”

– “They said ‘If you don’t let it out you’re gonna let it eat you away’. I’d rather be a cannibal, baby; animals like me don’t talk anyway.”

– “Put another X on the calendar summer’s on its deathbed.”

– “And I meant everything I said that night, I will come back to life. The world may call it a second chance. But when I came back it was more of a relapse.”


9) Sarah Smiles (x)

– “I was fine, just a guy living on my own, waiting for the sky to fall. Then you called and changed it all, doll. Velvet lips and the eyes to pull me in, we both know you’d already win. Mm, you’re original sin.”

– “Does she know that my destiny lies with her? Oh, Sarah, are you saving me?”

– “You fooled me once with your eyes now, honey. You fooled me twice with your lies.”


10) Nearly Witches [Ever Since We Met…] (x)

Mod: The whole fucking song, just the whole song. I removed most of my choices as it was the entire song. I keep the foremost Dark like.

– “My wing tips waltz across naive wood floors, they creak innocently down the stairs.”

– “My percussive feet serve cobweb headaches.”

– “Here I am composing a burlesque out of where they rest their necks. Sunken in their splintered cradles and ramshackle heads. They asked for it.”

– “You have set your heart on haunting me forever. From the start it’s never silent.”


11) Kaleidoscope Eyes (x)

– “I am a disappearing act done poorly but if I ever get it right, you will miss me sorely. I look like the cat that just ate the canary, coughing up feathers. There is a “get out of jail” card if I can think of something clever.”

– “I plead the fifth on all of this.”

– “My emerald city, downtown girl. In the sickness of you, I am just a white blood cell fighting like hell for you.”

– “Oh, I am just a crook, with no intent or stash, pour gasoline on the vault just to burn the cash. I swear to God, I would never heard a better sound coming out then when you are whimpering my name from your mouth.”

– “I have got an insatiable desire for your insides. It is undeniable, I will conspire and pull against your body tonight.”


12) Stall Me (x)

– “Fall to your knees and kiss the ring.”

– “A dark room in the wallflower garden of the party.”

– “You gave up on you and I gave up on me. Well, LOVE came along and said, “Leave them be”.”


13) Oh Glory [Demo] (x)

– “I can only hope it is true enough that every little thing I do for love. Redeems me from the moments I deem worthy of the worst things that I have done.”

– “Everything I promised everyone I would be; well I just ain’t.”

– “Lately it seems like everybody is sick everybody is dying … and only my heart knows my head is lying, lying.”

– “Take a breath to notice I am between every little piece of thread and memories that constitute your dreams.”


14) I Wanna Be Free (x)

– “The beat goes dry, and the spirit dies.”

– “Everything seems to be estranged when you’re alone.”


15) Turn Off the Lights (x)

– “I got so sick of being on my own now the devil will not leave me alone.”

– “Our consciences are always so much heavier than our egos.”

– “So I’m taking every chance I got, like the man I know I’m not.”

– “I need a little sympathy to disarm my insecurities.”

– “So shoot a star on the boulevard tonight.”

– “Turn off the lights, turn out the lights. Turn on the show for me tonight.”


16) Bittersweet (x)

– “I’m just setting, I’m just setting a trap.”

– “So many places that you might say I’ve seen it all.”

– “Everything I do is bittersweet. You could tell me secrets that I’ll probably repeat. I’m not trying to hurt you, I just love to speak.”

– “All that hate is gonna burn you up, it keeps me warm at night.”

“It’s such a mystery why you’re here (but I can’t live without you).”

anonymous asked:

Hey hun! Are there any fics you know of evak in their new apartment just living life. xx

Hello, lovely! Sure there are, let me make you a list :) Little heads up though, this might get pretty long ;)

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  • there with me by Salambo06
    Summary: One morning, Isak comes to realise that he can’t remember the last time he woke up to Even’s side of the bed being empty. 
  • Home by i_once_wrote_a_dream
    Summary: “Are we getting kicked out?” Or, Isak and Even move in together. 

  • Firsts by XioNin
    Summary: It’s the first of many, Isak hopes. 

  • heaven help a fool who falls in love by anathema (azirapha1e)
    Summary: “I’m going to call Even,” Eskild says slowly, “and tell him that you need rescuing from a spider. And then I’m going to go back to sleep, does that sound okay with you?” “No!” Isak cuts in frantically, “no, no, no, don’t tell him, you can’t tell-” “Cool!” Eskild says, singsong and airy. “Okay, Isak, love you too, don’t die before Even gets there.” “Eskild-” Eskild hangs up.

  • Moving In by Skamzombie
    Summary: Isak and Even’s first moments at their new apartment.

  • I Guess I’m Floating by overestless
    Summary: Living with Isak causes Even to discover some of his habits.

  • all things soft and beautiful and bright by anathema (azirapha1e)
    Summary: Isak should’ve known it was a bad idea from the second he saw the Pinterest recipe, but - Well. He’s never claimed to be any good at saying no to Even.

  • Curtains, Posters, and Cream by BraveKate
    Summary: Isak thinks their new place is cursed. There are curtains.

  • Good Grades by XioNin
    Summary: What might have happened after today’s clip (2:10:3). Isak tries to study, but even when they’re apart Even is a distraction.

  • isak x even | a place of our own by WritenStuff
    Summary: “It’s ours,” Even repeated, the corners of his lips drawing into a wide smile. “Our own place.”

  • Silence Your Phone by faerieswing
    Summary: Short fluffy scene that takes place the evening after the “Onsdag 19.04.17 12:06” clip from the biology classroom, once Isak gets home from studying. Kissing and cuteness ensues.

  • wasted on this feeling by bbyfruit
    Summary: He’s got a good grade in biology, he’s got his own place that’s full of light, and he’s got a boy with a pencil threaded between his long fingers and graphite smudged across his face.

  • take me back, to the night we met by EvenbechNeiheim
    Summary: It’s 2 am, they saw 13 reasons why and they dance in their own kitchen while forgetting about the world.

  • so you play it wild by birthmarks
    Summary: Isak is dirty. Isak is shameless. Isak is possessive. Or: before, during, and after Isak and Even made out at school on Wednesday.

  • living life gets hard to do by colazitron
    Summary: Isak and Even have been living together for two and a half months now, and things aren’t as rosy anymore. But still good. Always good. (They’re getting better at talking about things.)

  • Puppy Love by skambition
    Summary: “Babe”, Isak put his hand on Even’s cheek, stroking it softly, “we can’t get a dog. Be realistic. You may have time now, but when you’re working on another movie, you’re basically not home at all. I can’t take care of a dog. You know me, I can barely feed myself!” Somewhere in the future, Even convinces Isak to adopt a puppy.

  • Good morning Snowflake by E_Box
    Summary: Their first morning in their new apartment. Isak is just really happy so he goes buy themselves breakfast.

  • The Sleepless Night by bri_ness
    Summary: It’s their first night in their first apartment, but Isak and Even can’t sleep.

  • home has always been with you by withoutwords
    Summary: Isak finally caught on, spluttering around his coffee, “Wait, you want to move in with me?” Even had laughed about it for a long time.

  • As long as we’re together by boxesofflowers & Eeyoreneedsahug
    Summary: Isak and Even move in together. Good thing they like each other because their apartment is shit. Also, Isak doesn’t know how to use a payphone (that might just be because it’s broken).

  • All Those Little Things by Evakoorhelm
    Summary: Isak comes home to the apartment that he’s shared with Even for two years. To a suprise. 

  • wish i could live in your heart by cynical_optimist
    Summary: Some mornings, Even will untangle himself from Isak completely, rolling out of bed to make breakfast. More often, he will try, and Isak will hold tight, and Even will stay, chuckling to himself and murmuring about octopi. These are the mornings Isak prefers, the ones where he can stare at Even’s face until he slips back into sleep or curl into him, every part of himself warm and safe.- Or, domestic mornings and being in love.

  • take you to where the sun shines, cast shadows on your face (crawl into their deepest recess,‘til i freeze or dehydrate) by vesperthine
    Summary: They drag themselves up the stairs, and Even closes the door behind them; enveloping them both in the shadows ( – the familiar smell, dust, home – ) of the hallway. At the far end, that grey light is spilling in from the kitchen, and it’s just enough to make out the silhouette of Isak’s throat as he swallows.This is the aftermath, then; adrenaline sublimated and only the pieces and shivers left in its wake.

  • you bring me home by hippopotamus
    Summary: Even comes home to find Isak listening to Harry Styles’ album.

  • in the place of you and me by DarkBeauty_890
    Summary: “Can I tell you a secret?” Even murmurs, tracing mindless patterns- zig zags and hearts and stars and infinity signs- up and down Isak’s bare back. He circles freckles and counts them, adding them to his never ending tally of things to know about Isak. Isak snuffles sleepily, “Mmhmm.” “You have made me happier in less than a year, than I think I have been in my entire life.” Eyes flicker open, hazy green; beautiful and open, “Ditto.”
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*** This one is pretty long because I wanted to keep it as a solid piece. I have enough sequels to catch up on, I didn’t want to add more and make you guys wait. Also I know these things weren’t taking place at the same time so please don’t try to read me 😂😂 Just using my imagination. The main reason that Jax was willing to get into bed with the cartel was because he was trying get alot of cash quick to get out for Tara but since he’s with you in this, I switched some of that around.***

“Look, all I’m saying is that I think you should just listen to your brothers and consider it. Working with a cartel is not a good idea. We all know that, even you. I know the club has money issues and you guys are getting buried but we can figure something out. Gemma and I can put together a fundraiser or something. Just…don’t do this Jax. Don’t vote for the cartel deal tomorrow.”

He groaned and ran his hand over his face, agitated with everything. Things with the club had been going to shit and he’d been on edge on months because if it. Everything seemed to piss him off but at the moment, the only thing that was irritating him was you.

“Can you just stop? I know what I have to do. I don’t need some Old Lady telling me how to run my club.”

At that, you narrowed your eyes, your hands coming to rest on your hips.

“Some Old Lady? I’m not just some Old Lady Jackson, I’m your Old Lady. I’m your fiancé. I’m not trying to tell you how to run your club, I’m just trying to look out for you and our family.”

Jax chuckled to himself and stood up, his shoulders tense in anger as he paced around the living room.

“I don’t need you to look out for me, or for us. I have it handled.”

“Muling Coke isn’t handling it Jax. It’s taking the easy way out. Cutting corners never got anybody anywhere.”

“We’re done talking about this.”

He grabbed the remote from the coffee table and turned the tv on, trying to shut you out.

“Jax-”

“That’s enough!”

You jumped at how loud his voice suddenly got, his nose flaring in anger as he looked at you.

“Clay and I are going to run this club how we think is best and that’s it. I don’t want to hear anymore from you.”

You stared at him in disbelief, shocked at his aggression. You knew it wasn’t your place to dictate what happened in the club but you couldn’t just stand by idle while he made a decision that could ruin so many lives. Your own anger surged at the thought.

“Yeah ok Jax, just shut me out. Shut me out the way you always do whenever someone calls you on your shit. Just close your ears and don’t listen to anyone except greedy fucking Clay!”

Refusing to hear any more, Jax abruptly stood from the couch and began walking to the front door, snatching his kutte of the back of the sofa.

“Jax. Jax!”

He simply ignored you, slipping on the leather and pulling the door open before walking out and slamming it behind him, the picture on the walls rattling. You stayed in place, staring at the now closed door. You didn’t turn away until you heard the rumble if his bike starting up. Blowing out a shaky breath, you pushed back the tears that threatened to spill over and sat yourself down in the couch. You shook your head and leaned forward, resting your elbows in your knees, your head in your hands.

You’d tried.

You just hoped it wouldn’t be in vain. You knew him going to bed angry the night before a vote was never good but there was no going back now. You’d been trying to be there for him and support him for the last couple of months and all he’d done was take his frustrations out on you. You were at the end of your rope and were out of ideas on how to get him to break out of this cold shell that he’d created. You sighed and headed off the bedroom, getting ready to take a shower. You’d head to the clubhouse in the morning before the vote and try to smooth things over with him. Regardless of the outcome, you’d always support him and you wanted to make sure he knew that.

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It was a little past 8 am when you were walking through the clubhouse parking lot, walking into the entrance and seeing Chibs and Tig standing by the bar looking dead. They smiled at you gently as you walked in before they stole a glance at each other.

“Morning darlin’.”

“Good morning honey.”

You gave both Tig and Chibs a hug before setting down your purse on the counter and walking towards the kitchen.

“Coffee? Tea?”

“Coffee is fine baby.”

You nodded at Tig and pushed open the door to the kitchen, walking towards the counter. You could hear the two of them whispering to each other but you purposely busied yourself getting out the mugs, not wanting to eavesdrop as they were probably speaking about club business. With the cups on the counter, you began to spoon the coffee into the machine, Tig following you into the kitchen and sitting on the counter watching you.

“You’re here early.”

“Yeah. Jax and I got into a fight last night. He left and stayed the night here and I just wanted to come see him. Just apologize, you know. Figured I would make you guys some coffee first though because you look exhausted.”

Tig smiled softly and nodded but you noticed how his eyes narrowed a bit in confusion before he was hopping down from the counter and pressing a kiss to your hair.

“Thank you.”

You returned the smile but you could tell that something was off. With the coffee already brewing, you wiped your hands and turned around, getting Jax’s tea out and ready. Tig watched you as you started to prepare it, his eyes glancing back out into the clubhouse over and over. Putting the water to boil, you smiled at Tig as he stared you down. He returned it but you could tell it was fake. You also weren’t sure why he was staying right by you if his attention was outside.

“Everything alright Tiggy?”

“Everything’s fine.”

Without saying anything else, he walked straight out of the kitchen, leaving you alone. You shook your head and talked to yourself under your breath.

‘What the fuck is going on.’

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With the tea and coffee done, you set the mugs on a platter and carried them all out of the kitchen. The rest of the Sons had woken up and had now joined the group, smiling as you handed everyone their respective cups. You noticed that everyone had went quiet as soon as you arrived though and were avoiding eye contact. When only Jax’s cup was left, you grabbed it and patted Happy’s shoulder.

“I’ll leave you boys to your business. I’m gonna go wake Jax up.”

You had almost made it down the hall before Bobby’s voice stopped you.

“Y/N. Come back here sweetheart.”

You walked back over to where everyone was sitting and found them all looking at you.

“Yeah?”

Bobby stayed looking at you, as did everyone else, but no one said anything.

“What is it? Jax’s tea is gonna get cold.”

Bobby looked around once before taking off his glasses and rubbing the bride of his nose, putting them back on and looking at you with an unreadable expression.

“Jax isn’t here sweetheart. He didn’t come here last night.”

You laughed quietly and shook your head.

“He came in late, 10:30 or something. We got into a little argument before bed so he probably snuck in when everyone was already in their rooms.”

“He’s not here honey. We were all out here drinking and talking ‘til 3 am. No one saw him come in. His dorm is empty.”

You stood there blinking as Piney confirmed, not totally sure how that could be. Panic set in quickly though as you thought about all the things that could’ve happened to him. What if he’d run into rivals on his way over? What if he crashed? The Sons all exchanged looks as you quickly made your way over to his room, walking in and finding the room empty, like they’d said.

“He hasn’t called anyone? No one’s heard from him?”

They all shook their heads, looking around just as confused as you were. Bobby knew where Jax was but he didn’t want to be the one to have to tell you, especially not with everyone there.  Jax picked up on the 6th ring and you blew out a heavy sigh of relief when his voice came over.

“Hello?”

“Hey baby. Jesus, you had me worried. Are you ok? Where are you?”

“I’m fine. I’m uh, at the clubhouse.”

Bobby hung his head down as he heard Jax’s words. You however stood there motionless.

“Wait, where are you?”

“I’m at the clubhouse. I’m getting ready for church. We have that vote in an hour.”

Everyone was silent as they listened to Jax blatantly lie to you. You felt your ears go hot in both anger and humiliation.

“You’re in your dorm right now?”

“Yeah.”

“Well that’s weird because I just checked your dorm right now and I didn’t fucking see you.”

There was nothing but silence from his end and you growled, hanging up before he could lie to you again. You hadn’t wanted everyone to hear your business but you had a feeling that they already knew.

“Where is he?”

You eyed the men furiously and they exchanged glances before Clay finally spoke.  

“He’s with Tara sweetheart. He spent the night there.”

It wasn’t 10 minutes later that he was walking into the clubhouse, his eyes searching around for you. Chibs looked over at him and walked up to him, disapproval written all over his face.

“She’s in your room. Packing up her things.”

Jax’s feet hurriedly carried him to his dorm and he walked in to see you with your duffle bag on the bed, stuffing your clothes into it.

“Babe…”

“Don’t talk to me.”

He blew out a breath and looked down at his feet, not knowing how you were going to react. He hadn’t slept with Tara, he had just gone to stay at her place, not wanting to come to the clubhouse and have everyone question him when he already had so much on his mind. He just wanted to be around someone that wouldn’t keep talking about the club. He doubted that you’d believe him though and he knew he’d fucked up. There was the option to lie again but he couldn’t bring himself to do that. Not after hearing how scared and worried for him you were on the phone earlier.

“I was at Tara’s.”

“I know.”

He froze. He didn’t think that they would’ve told you. He knew the fact that you had found out on your own only made things worse.

“I didn’t sleep with her, I swear. On the club baby, nothing happened. I just spent the night there.”

He was expecting you to get pissed, to scream at him and maybe even hit him. Or maybe you would cry. What he wasn’t expecting you to do though was to finish packing your bag and then turn to look at him with cold eyes.

“All I was trying to do was look out for you. Try to get you to see the bigger picture, to protect you and this club. And what do I get in return? I get fucking humiliated in front of everyone by getting told you spent the night with another woman. Your ex no less. You left me at home because you were mad at me for caring about the club, to go be with a woman that hates the club.”

You laughed humorlessly and shook your head.

“I don’t even know who you are anymore. I barely recognize you. You’re not the man I agreed to marry.”

Jax felt his jaw tighten. It pissed him off to hear you say that but deep down he knew you were right, and he was more angry at himself. He’d been losing his grip on things lately and it seemed that in the midst of it, he was going to lose you too.

You slung the bag over your shoulder and began to walk out, stopping when you got right next to him. You brought your left hand up and stared at the ring on your finger with a sad smile for a couple seconds and Jax felt his heart drop.

“I love you Jax, but I don’t know if I can marry you. Not right now. I feel like I can’t trust you. I don’t want to be wasting my time anymore. I spend my time loving and supporting you, trying to help you and all you did is shit on me. Lying to me and embarrassing me like this. I’ve been by your side for years but I refuse to stick around and watch you ruin everything. Between getting involved with the cartel and running to Tara, it’s obvious that you aren’t thinking clearly. I was willing to stay by your side no matter what you did with this cartel shit but you just had to take it a step further. We were supposed to get married.”

Jax heard your voice crack a little but shook your head, willing your tears back and held your head high.

“You can come find me when you figure it out. Until then, I think it’s best if we take a break. Take your ring.”

Jax shook his head furiously, taking your hands in his.

“Please don’t.”

“Jax, you-“

“I’m a fucking idiot, I know. I’m an asshole and I don’t deserve you but I can’t lose you. I’ve been treating you like shit lately and you don’t deserve any of it. I just throw it at you because you’re the closest one but I don’t mean to. The clubs going downhill and I’m caught between a rock and a hard place. I feel like this cartel is our only break and I know you don’t agree but I need you. I only went to Tara’s because I wanted to be somewhere that I wouldn’t hear about the club. If I went to the clubhouse, the guys were gonna want to talk more. I drove around for an hour and went to a bar by the desert and then I just went to her house. Even she was mad at me for showing up, she knows we’re engaged. Nothing happened. I was drunk and passed out on her couch, I didn’t even take my shoes off. It was probably the dumbest thing I’ve ever done but I swear it won’t happen again.”

Jax took a deep breath as he finished his rambling. You stayed looking at him, searching his eyes.

“You didn’t even take off your AF-1s?”

He stared at you for a couple seconds before he laughed lightly.

“No. I was too drunk.”

You nodded and looked down, your head killing you from the stress of the day. From thinking something bad had happened to him, to getting lied to, to thinking he was cheating on you, all before 10 am, you’d had about all you could handle.

“Look Jax, I’m just gonna go home. I’m pissed the fuck off but we can talk more tonight, I can’t concentrate right now.”

He nodded quickly, relief flooding him that you would at least give him a chance make it up to you. He took the bag from your shoulder and put it down on the floor before he lifted your hand up to his mouth and kissed the back of it gently.

“I’m sorry. I love you.”

You nodded and pulled your hand away from him gently, not wanting him to think everything was alright.

“I love you too stupid. I’ll see you at home.”

Perfect-A Josh Dun Imagine

Based off of Ed Sheeran’s song Perfect. Check it out my frens it’s pretty sick. I’ll get on with it. Hope you enjoy.

TW: slight cursing?

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You and Josh had been best friends since you were little. You’ve been attached at the hip ever since he punched the kid that pushed you over and yanked your pigtails in first grade. You went to the same junior high and high school as well, and everywhere you guys went you always got the same question, “Why aren’t you two dating yet?”

At first it always bothered you because you and Josh were best friends and nothing more, and you couldn’t understand why society couldn’t just accept that guys and girls could be friends and nothing more. You were his wingwoman. always helping score dates or kisses with his crushes by talking him up to all the girls or distracting other boys. seduction seemed to be one of your greatest skills, as Josh once mentioned after you would willingly stick your tongue down a guys throat as a distraction. Over time, though, the question bothered you less and less.

Things got harder during college when you went to Ohio State and Josh stayed at home, but you always met up on weekends and days you weren’t stuck with shittons of homework. You were both in the same city, but heading on different paths, but despite that you two were still as close as ever. Soon, however, he got into twenty one pilots, and the friendship went worldwide. It hurt that your best friend was so far away, but whenever he got back in town, you were always the first on his list.

That brings you to now, sitting on Jenna’s couch waiting for the boys to come home while reminiscing about your elementary escapades with Josh while Jenna laughs out of pure entertainment while you retold the story of the previously mentioned make-out distraction which Josh calls ‘the seduction expedition.’ His words not yours.

“So you actually made out with this random dude from your class just so Josh could get some action, really Y/N?”

“We were freshmen, Jen. Would you have rather I strip tease as a distraction?” you laughed at Jenna’s reaction.

“OH gosh no!” She yelled while gasping for breath.

“Could you imagine, Jenna?” you began “little 14 year old me with no tits stripping to help my best friend score?” You both broke into hysterics again only to be interrupted by the doorbell.

“Y/n could you get that I have to grab something to show you.”

“Sure Jen.” You drag yourself off the couch and to the door. Opening the door while shout back at Jenna “Just wait ‘til you hear about Josh falling out of a tree to get a girl’s attention.” You chuckle to yourself turning back to the door. “Oh Tyler. Sorry I was just telling your wife embarrassing stories about our best friend.”

“It’s alright” he chuckles as he pulls you in for a hug. “It’s good to see you again.” You step aside and allow him in.

“Jen it’s for you” you call for Jenna, and she comes bolting down the stairs, and flings herself into her husbands arms. They hug for nearly a minute before they let go, and even then they just stare at each other. Feeling awkward for interrupting you decide to take your leave. “uh, sorry to interrupt this beautifully tearful reunion, but I’ll head out so you two have some alone time.”

“No please, y/n” Tyler begins “I would love to hear all the embarrassing things Josh did before I knew him.”

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“He didn’t?” Tyler giggled at the latest story about yours and Josh’s escapades. 

“He did! He jumped in the 5 degree water because he was trying to impress his crush.” You wheezed while you thought about the look on his face when he jumped in. You smiled to yourself.

“Did it work?” Jenna asked from her spot on Tyler’s lap.

“No that’s the best part. She was so unimpressed.” 

“Did it impress you?” Tyler asked, smirking for a reason unknown to you. 

“A little. I never would’ve done it.” You clutched your stomach, the three of you flailing around with laughter. You were happy with Tyler and Jenna, but you felt a hole because your best friend was missing. 

“You okay y/n?”

“Yeah, Ty. Just missing Josh s’all.” You shrug. “Where is he anyway?” 

“He had a rough couple of nights the past couple of weeks.” Tyler replied. “I’m sure he’s just catching up on sleep. He’ll visit soon.” 

“Is he okay? What happened?” 

“His anxiety spiked, but he’s okay. Calm down y/n”

“I know I’m sorry. I’m just worried about him ‘cause–”

“Cause you’re in love with him.” Tyler finished for you. 

“I-I’m” you stuttered shocked at the accusation. “I’m not in love with Josh. Are you insane?”

“Think about it y/n.” There you sat, thinking about Josh and how he is the only source of light in your life. You think about his smile and his crinkly eyes and his laugh. You think about the times when you hang out together, and how at those times it’s like nothing else matters. You think about all your romantic relationships and how none of them have worked, and you think about the cause and how none of them have made you feel like the way that Josh made you feel.

“Oh my God I’m in love with Josh.”

“Ding ding ding. We have a winner. Tyler you owe me five bucks.” 

“Guys this isn’t a joke! What do I do?” 

“You love him.”

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You go home after a couple of hours with Tyler and Jenna. The revelations taking their toll on you, and as soon as you get home you fall on your couch and fall asleep. 

You wake again, a couple hours later to an incessant and annoying pounding. You check your phone, noting the 3:00 shining back at you. The knocking continues, realizing its the door, you stand, fix your hair, straighten the dress you fell asleep in, and head to the door. “Who the fuck is at my door at 3 in the fucking morning?” you mumble on your way to the door. “What the fuck-Oh Josh?” 

“Y/n!” He grabs you by the waist and pulls you into a hug. Oh how you missed his hugs. “I’ve missed you so much.” 

“I missed you too, Jishy.” You pull back. “What brings you here at this ungodly hour where no one should be standing let alone awake.” You giggle.

“Sorry,y/n. I know its late, or early, or…whatever, but I’m awake and jet-lagged as hell, but most importantly I missed my best friend. Come on, let’s go.” 

“Jish, it’s 3 am. Where could we possibly go? Nothing’s open.”

“I planned a picnic come on.” He smiles that crinkly smile, and your resolve disappears. 

“Alright, Jishy. Let me get my shoes.” You run upstairs to your bathroom to fix your makeup and hair. Grabbing your shoes, you rush downstairs and out the door, locking it behind you, and to Josh’s car. 

“Buckle up, buttercup.”

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You and Josh drive outside of town to a field on the edge of a forest. He pulls out a couple of blankets, a picnic basket, and a small speaker. “Josh this place is beautiful how’d you find it?” He sets a blanket down, and places the basket and speaker down on top of it. Plugging in his phone, he turns on his music turns toward you. 

“I found it a while ago when I needed to sort through some things in my head. I thought it was pretty refreshing.” 

“It wonderful” you said as you stared at the stars. There was little light pollution over the field so you could multitudes of stars, something you always loved to see. 

Josh stared right at you, “It sure is.” 

Unaware of his gaze you turn to the picnic. Slipping off your shoes and taking a seat, you begin to pull out the contents of the basket. “Hey drummer boy, are you gonna join me, or am I going to have to eat this dessert feast by myself?” 

“I’m coming, princess, calm down.” You laugh.

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Josh’s POV

Y/n and I spend the next hour and a half laughing, talking, reminiscing all while stuffing our faces with all different kinds of desserts. Y/n was in the middle of retelling a story about a hobo who she found chasing a rat when the song playing through the speaker caught her attention.

“I found a love for me. 
Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead.
Well I found a girl, beautiful and sweet.
I never knew you were the someone waiting for me.”

“Oh my gosh I love this song.” She stood and began to twirl and sway to the music. 

I watched her dance lightly, unable to keep my love for her from showing on my face. Luckily, she didn’t notice. She just danced and danced to the music playing from my phone. “I know. You wouldn’t shut up about it. It’s all you talked about.” I replied. She stopped and stared at me. Her y/e/c eyes met mine, and I felt my heart speed up a little. God, she was beautiful. 

“Dance with me” was all she said. Pulling me to my feet and bringing my hands to her waist, we slowly rocked to the music playing softly from my speaker. 

“’Cause we were just kids when we fell in love
not knowing what it was
I will not give you up this time
But darling just kiss me slow
Your heart is all I own
And in your eyes you’re holding mine”

“Can I tell you something?” she whispered looking up at me through her eyelashes. She took my breath away. God, why couldn’t I just tell her how in love with her I am. 

“Yeah.” I whispered back. I don’t know why we were whispering, it just felt right, like we didn’t want to ruin whatever moment we were trapped in

“I was with Ty and Jenna earlier, and I realized something” she began  “something that could change everything.” She glanced to our feet, blushing. 

“Baby, I’m dancing in the dark
with you between my arms
barefoot on the grass
listening to our favorite song”

“Give me a second this is hard for me.” She let out a breath. “This thing has always been there, you know, and it really didn’t hit me til today…god, I’m a mess.” She let out a breathy laugh, playing with her fingers that were linked on the back of my neck. Why was she nervous. 

“When you said you looked a mess
I whispered underneath my breath
But you heard it
Darling, you look perfect tonight”

“Why are you so nervous y/n? It’s just me.” 

“I’m nervous because this could ruin everything!” She stilled,but her hands remained wrapped around my neck. “I’m nervous because this realization changed everything and if I don’t say anything it’ll eat me up inside.” She sighed.  “I’m nervous because we promised that we will always be honest with each other, but this is the only thing that I have ever doubted telling you.” Then quietly, like I wasn’t supposed to hear, “I’m nervous ‘cause I could lose you.”

“Well I found a woman
Stronger than anyone I know
She shares my dreams 
I hope that someday I’ll share her home” 

“You won’t lose me, y/n.” She looked up, surprised that I had heard her. “Whatever it is it won’t scare me away.” I smiled. “I’m here to stay.” 

“I found a love
to carry more than just my secrets
to carry love, to carry children of our own”

“Okay here it goes.” Her eyes met mine, once again taking my breath, and all my coherent thoughts, away. “I’m in love with you, Josh Dun. I’ve been in love with you for years. I’ve been in love with you for so long that I can’t even remember when it began, and I know you don’t feel the same, and I’m sorry if this makes our friendship weird, but I’m so in love with you it takes my breath away, and I don’t want to be anywhere else when I’m with you.” 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Your POV

There was a pause. You held your breath waiting for any reaction from Josh. Still there was silence, so you unlatched your finger from Josh’s neck. “I’i m sorry I-I” You pulled away, readying yourself to run. This was a huge mistake. But you suddenly find yourself pulled against Josh’s chest with strong hands holding you still and Josh’s lips moving against yours. Bliss.

“We are still kids, but we’re so in love
fighting against all odds 
I know that we’ll be alright this time
Darling just hold my hand 
Be my girl, I’ll be your man
I see my future in your eyes”

Josh smiled that Cheshire cat-like grin. “I’ve been wanting to do that for years.” Relief flooded your face and you laughed. 

“Me too, Jishy. Me too.” You pulled him against you again. Chests meeting chests, lips meeting lips. Hearts meeting hearts. 

“Baby, I’m dancing in the dark
with you between my arms
barefoot on the grass
Listening to our favorite song
When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful
I don’t deserve this 
Darling, you look perfect tonight”

“Why didn’t we do this sooner?” Josh laughed looking at you like you tend to look at the stars. 

“Because we’re idiots.” You leaned against Josh, burying your face in his neck. He kissed your hair. 

“Yeah, but I’m your idiot.” 

“And I’m yours.” You smiled. Your lips meet Josh’s once again.

“Now that I’m allowed to do that I don’t want to stop.” Josh kissed all over your face.

“Me either.” 

“I love you so much, y/n.”

“I love you too, Jishy.”

“Baby, I’m dancing in the dark
With you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass
Listening to our favorite song
I have faith in what I see
Now I know I have met an angel in person
And she looks perfect
No, I don’t deserve this
You look perfect tonight”

 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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Ups & Downs (Part 2)

a/n: i was gonna finish this tomorrow but i said fuck it and wrote it all tonight! there will be a next part so u dont have to worry ;) also if u wanna be tagged just tell me

tags: @bethbat @professionalfangirl3000 @imreallyfredweasley @onelastfic @coramoon025 @daddysprettypagan@im-fandom-trash @hello-fanfiction-goodbye-grades @desperatepenguin722@justcallmecinammon

word count: 3,502 words (jfc)

PART ONE! PART TWO PART THREE

Your life has been great ever since you got fired. Which was an odd sentence to say but still very true.

After you got fired that day, you immediately vented your feelings out by writing them all down. This is what you went to college for after all, you were a major literature and writing. And writing always made you feel better.

After a couple hours later and a lot of typing, you got an email. You saved your document and leaned back to stretch. As you went to open the email, you recognized the address as Mr. Hamilton’s.

Dear (Y/N),

I know this may seem unprofessional but with the current circumstances of your job I do believe this is appropriate and necessary. I am truly sorry about what happened in the office and Miss Maria Reynolds told me the reasons why Laf and Jefferson had let you go, which is quite preposterous.

You raised your eyebrows. You didn’t know Mr. Hamilton and Maria were close.

I am very good friends with Lafayette and it seems very unlike him to fire someone without any good reason. And although Jefferson and I do not get along, even he isn’t that big of an asshole to do something like this, excuse my language.

You giggled at this.

The reason why I emailed you was because you are truly an amazing person, not just as a secretary, and I am checking to see if you are alright. I enjoyed the talks we had in my office and I will deeply miss them. I hope to receive a reply soon!

Sincerely,

Alexander Hamilton

You smiled sadly as this. Sometimes you would get in trouble because you and Mr. Hamilton would stay in his office and just talk about the most random things. Although most of the time, it was just one of you ranting about something to the other, but you are still going to miss that and him.

You were about to simply type back a “Thank you, I am fine” but instead you opened up your document you were working on and copied and pasted it to send it to him. You added a little note at the bottom thanking him for his concern and saying that you also will miss him.

With that you shut your laptop, the events of the day finally catching up to you leaving you drained of energy. You looked at the clock to see it read 12:48 AM and you laughed.

Only Mr. Hamilton would send an email at this hour, you thought sleepily as you yawned.

With that you dragged yourself to bed and fell into a dreamless sleep.

~

You didn’t know that sending Mr. Hamilton (you now call him Alex) your paper about how you felt about That Day would change your life. After reading it, Alex sent it to his sister-in-law who was the CEO at a big newspaper company. She absolutely loved and asked you to become a writer at her company.

Seven months later you climbed to the top and became a head writer in The Schuyler Times. You couldn’t be more proud of yourself and you wouldn’t trade your job for the world.

You became very good friends with Angelica Schuyler, the woman who hired you, and you became a well known writer across the east coast.

You never missed your old job, but you would miss a couple of the friends you made while working their. Every once in a while you would meet up with Maria and Alex to see how they were doing, but they were the only ones you kept in touch from your old work.

One day, you were writing an article about a local robbery that happened last night when you got a text from Alex.

mr. nonstop: (2:03 PM)

omg u would not believe what i found out

mr. nonstop: (2:03 PM)

(Y/N) answer it’s so important there’s so much drama

mr. nonstop: (2:03 PM)

it’s such juicy gossip

mr. nonstop: (2:03 PM)

PLS answer i must tell you

you: (2:04 PM)

what alex im working i get off at 3

mr. nonstop: (2:04 PM)

OH PERFECT can you meet me at the coffee shop by my building at 330? i believe this will be better if i told you in person :D

Your eyebrows raised at this. It didn’t sound bad, but you knew it had something to do with you, and you can’t resist talking about drama. You texted back “sure” and went back to work.

Time flew by and you hauled a cab to meet Alex at the normal coffee shop you both went to talk shit about people.

You checked your watch and saw it was 5 til 3:30, but you already spotted Alex gulping down his coffee at your normal table while shaking his leg vigorously as his eyes roamed around the café.

The gossip must be very good today, you thought.

His eyes widened when he saw you and grinned mischievously as he waved you over.

“Ok, here’s your frappuccino!” He handed you your drink as you sat down. “Now let’s get to the good stuff.”

You took a sip of your drink and waited for him to start.

“So obviously a couple months ago you got ‘let go’,” He said as he put sarcastic quotations around “let go”.

You rolled your eyes and nodded.

“So since you got fired, Lafayette and Jefferson needed a new secretary, right?” He said with a smirk.

You put down your drink at this, you totally didn’t think about how your old bosses would need a new vict-assistant to hire.

“They hired this one guy but fired him the next week, then they hired this girl who was there for a month then quit, after they they hired a girl who they, no joke, fired the next day,” Alex went on.

Your eyes widened as Alex kept talking about how many secretaries Mr. Lafayette and Mr. Jefferson have gone through.

“…So in total for the past seven months they have gone through twelve secretaries, (Y/N). Twelve!” Alex laughed as he slammed his coffee down. “I feel so bad for the one working right now, I swear they cry whenever Laf barely talks to them sternly.”

You chuckled with Alex but you still couldn’t believe it. 

Twelve assistants? Nobody is that picky about assistants.

“But that’s not the juicy part!” Alex suddenly stopped laughing.

“It’s not? Because that sounds pret-ty good to me.” You said as you stirred your whipped cream with your straw.

Alex scooted closer to you, “I found the real reason why you got fired.”

You snapped your eyes up to his, “The what?

Alex chuckled sinisterly and leaned back against his chair, “They didn’t fire you because you were distracted,”

He leaned closer and whispered into your ear, “They fired you because you were distracting.”

You moved your head away from his and looked at him to see if he was really saying what he you think he was saying.

Alex nodded his head and took a sip of coffee, “Oh yes, (Y/N), they were distracted by you.”

You jaw dropped as he confirmed what you thought he was saying.

“There’s no way!” You gasped. “Who told you this?”

Alex then told you how he eavesdropped-

“Overheard!” Alex would object.

How he eavesdropped on a conversation between Jefferson and Lafayette.

“Apparently they couldn’t handle wanting to jump your bones every time they called you into their office, so they had to fire you. Lafayette kept saying you were ”*une belle fleur” and Jefferson said you were “a sight for sore eyes.”

You laughed hard as he did (very bad) impressions of the two of them and he started cackling with you. Afterwards, you wiped the tears from your eyes, but then you remembered what Alex said.

“So, is that all you came to tell me?” You asked Alex.

He shook his head, “I think you should stop by the office and say hi to a couple friends. I’m sure a couple people missed you, some more than others.” He winked and with that he was off, waving goodbye and yelling he hopes to see you soon. That night he texted you to come “stop by” the office next Tuesday.

You left him on read.

~

The next week came soon enough and you texted Angelica that you’re taking the day off.

you: (7:17 AM)

hey angie im not gonna be at work today i have some…stuff to take care of

angie: (7: 21 AM)

make sure you make them regret firing you ;)

You froze and re-read the text again.

Of course Alex would tell her, you thought. He can’t keep his big mouth shut.

You dressed nice today, not because you wanted to impress people. Oh no, you’re a well-known writer! You can dress whenever you want because you can!

You were walking into your former building when you heard someone behind you call your name.

“Hey (Y/N), dressed to impress a certain pair a people, huh?” Alex asked teasingly as he fell into step with you.

You blushed and grumbled, “Shut it, Hamilton. I can dress nice if I want to dress nice.”

Alex held his hands up in defense and went to press the both button 10 and 11 of the elevators.

Nice to see they’re still working, you thought sarcastically.

As the elevator neared the 11th floor, you quickly became nervous. You started fidgeting with your hands and straightening your shirt more times than you could count.

You felt Alex put a hand on your shoulder, “Hey, you don’t have to do this you don’t want to. I’m sorry if you felt pressured to do this.”

You shook your head a took a deep breath, “No it’s fine, Alex. I think it’s best if I do this. Plus, I really wanna see that new secretary they have.”

Both of you laughed and the elevator dinged that you finally arrived at the Alex’s floor.

Alex walked out while you held the door to keep it from closing. You looked around to see that nothing had changed which made you smile.

You looked at Alex, “Is Jefferson or Lafayette in today?”

“That’s why I wanted you to come in specifically today,” He smiled. “Both of them are here.”

Your eyes widened while Alex smirked.

He’s really enjoying this, isn’t he?

“Alright I’ve gotta go, (Y/N). I have a meeting with Washington.” He said with a wave.

You waved goodbye to Alex and told him you would meet up with him soon.

It only took a few seconds to get to the next floor. The elevator dinged again and you took a deep breath and stepped out. You walked around, trying to find someone you recognized when you saw Maria.

“Maria!”

Her head snapped up from the paperwork she was working up and a bright grin appeared on her face.

You both met each other halfway with a big hug.

“Oh my gosh, (Y/N)! Look at you dressed all fancy and competing in the big leagues!” She said as she stepped back from you hug. “God I missed you!”

You both caught up with each other and she led you around the room until you reached your old cubicle. You saw a woman typing frantically on the computer while talking on the phone to someone and being surrounded by enormous piles of paper. You grimaced as you were reminded of your days being stuck in the same position as her.

“Yeah that’s their new secretary,” Maria whispered into your ear. “Have you heard she’s their-”

“Twelfth one? Yeah I’ve heard.” You interrupted.

You both walked away and passed by both Mr. Jefferson’s and Mr. Lafayette’s office and saw both were empty. Maria noticed your confused expression and quickly explained they were having a meeting with Washington downstairs. The same meeting Alex is in. The same floor Alex is on.

“Y'know Maria? I’m gonna go say hi to Al- Mr. Hamilton and I’ll be on my way. It was so nice seeing you again.” You smiled as you gave her another hug.

You decided to take the stairs down to see Alex since he was only a floor away. On your way down the stairs you texted him asking if he was done with the meeting since you didn’t want to wait for him.

you: (9:01 AM)

are u done with ur meeting?

mr. nonstop: (9:01 AM)

yeah just finished! im in my office come stop by

mr. nonstop: (9:02 AM)

u might hear me talking to people in my office but just come on in it’s fine ;)

You didn’t know why he added the winky face, but you shrugged it off. As you neared his office, you couldn’t help but feel something was off, but you kept moving forward. You opened the door to see Alex and Jefferson yelling at each other while Lafayette tried to calm them down. Alex was the only one to notice you walk in as the other two men’s back were facing the door.

“(Y/N)!” Alex exclaimed as he jumped from behind his desk to give you a hug. “I didn’t know you were stopping by today! What a nice surprise!”

As he hugged you he whispered to play along and you huffed and rolled your eyes.

You pulled out of the hug, “Hey Alex! I was just passing by and I couldn’t miss a chance to see you.”

Alex gave you a wink to signal that you’re doing great.

“Oh Lafayette! Jefferson!” He turned to the two men who were gaping at the two of you. “You remember (Y/N), right?”

Your two former bosses gulped and nodded, still unable to form any words.

“How have you guys been?” You asked sweetly with a big smile.

The two just stared until Jefferson nudged Lafayette.

“U-um…we’ve been f-fine, (Y/N). How about you? Do you have a new job?”

You were about to answer when Alex beat you to it.

“Well actually they work for my sister-in-law! They are one of the head writers at The Schuyler Times and one of the biggest names on the east coast!” He said proudly.

Both men looked even more shocked than before.

“W-wow (Y/N), that’s great!” Jefferson finally spoke.

You smiled, “Well I better be on my way! I’m a very busy person and I just wanted to stop by and say hi to Alex!”

Alex went up and hugged you again, but this time he kissed your cheek.

“Make sure to text me when you get home!” He said as you walked out.

You nodded and walked out of his office, finally relaxing your shoulders. You were about to get in the elevator when a pair of hands grabbed you and shoved you into an empty room. You squealed and saw that Mr. Jefferson had been the one to grab you.

“How long have you and Hamilton been dating?” Jefferson asked you.

Your eyes widened at his bluntness. You peeked over his shoulder and saw Mr. Lafayette staring at you with crossed arms.

“I-well we aren’t…uh…dating.” You stammered.

Mr. Jefferson took a step back from you.

“Then what was with all the hugging?” He asked.

“And him kissing your cheek and to text him when you got home?” You heard Mr. Lafayette spit out as he walked over to the both of you.

You blushed, “I have no idea,” You started backing into a corner. “Alex and I are friends, but he usually is never affectionate like that…”

Mr. Jefferson put his hands on either side of your head against the wall, trapping you.

“Oh so you call him Alex now?” He growled his name.

You furrowed your eyebrows and look straight into his eyes, “Whoever I’m friends with and I date is none of your concern! Of either one of your concerns!” You yell as you look over to Mr. Lafayette and push Mr. Jefferson away. “From what I remember you were the ones that fired me! So I shouldn’t even have to be speaking with the two of you!”

You started walking towards the door but you felt a gentle hand grabs yours.

“Oui, we’re sorry (Y/N). We just…” You heard Lafayette say.

You turned around and motioned for him to continued.

He looked over at Mr. Jefferson for some kind of reassurance and looked back at you, “We let you go because we…like you too much, ma chérie.”

You gasped. You know that Alex told you the same thing, but actually hearing it from them makes it completely different.

“We couldn’t take the way how flawless you looked everyday. With your gorgeous eyes and hair. We couldn’t take how intelligent you are and-”

Lafayette was interrupted when you gasped again, but this time it was because you felt Mr. Jefferson wrap his arms from behind you.

“We couldn’t take the way your hips would move when you walk or how your eyes sparkled. We especially couldn’t take it whenever the word ‘Sir’ came out of your pretty little mouth.”

You whimpered at this, you didn’t know how much more you could take.

“Ma chérie,” Lafayette asked. “Would you be willing for us to make it up to you? You can come over to our house tonight and have dinner.”

“W-well uh Mr. Lafa-” You started to stammer.

“Mon amour, just call me Laf.”

You blushed at the new nickname. You were used to “ma chérie”, but this was new.

You felt Mr. Jefferson kiss down your neck, “And you can call me Thomas, darling.”

You shuddered at his administrations and nodded.

“How ‘bout this, darling? You doll yourself up and come over to our place around 8. Then we can treat you to dinner,” Mr. Je-Thomas said. “And then at the end of the night we can make everything up to you.” He whispered.

This time you shuddered and whimpered, already ready for what may come.

Laf pulled you out of Thomas’s grasp to pull you into his.

“Here’s our address, ma chréie,” Laf gave you both his and Thomas’s number along with the address. “We’ll be waiting, mon amour.”

The three of you then walked out of the room, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible. But Alex caught your eye when the elevator doors were closing and winked at you.

This was quite a turn of events for you.

~

When you got home, it took a while for you to comprehend that you’re going on a date. With two men. Who were your former bosses.

When 5 o'clock rolled around, you changed into your favorite “night out” outfit, which made you look sexy but still very classy.

You had to control your breathing as your GPS told you that you were nearing their house.

It’s ok (Y/N), you told yourself. You look hot and you’ll do fine. They’ve seen you at your worst, you’ll be fine.

As you pulled up to park, your mouth dropped. Their house was huge!

It’s not even a house! More like a mansion! You said to yourself.

You shakily made your way up the stair and rung the doorbell. You nervously fiddled with your outfit until the door opened and your jaw dropped.

You know how usually when you see men in suits it usually makes them hotter? It wasn’t true for you since you see men in suits all the time. But behind the door you saw Thomas and Laf in completely normal and comfortable clothing which somehow made then ten times hotter.

“(Y/N)! You look amazing as always, darling.” Thomas said as he and Lafayette led you in.

You looked around at the grand room and couldn’t help but gawk at it.  You were stopped when you smelt something amazing coming from what you assumed to be the kitchen!

“I made pasta for us, ma chérie.” Lafayette told you. “It’s simple but I think you will like it.”

You grinned and nodded at him, unable to contain your excitement for the night.

After dinner all three of you decided to watch a movie. The three of you might have had a bit too much wine since you all ended up cuddling on the couch. You were enjoying the movie until you felt a hand wrap around your thigh. You looked and saw that Thomas was watching the movie as if he had done nothing different, so you shrugged and focused your attention back on the screen. A couple minutes later, however, another hand wrapped your other thigh.

You blushed and knew this was no mistake, but you weren’t going to say no to them. This is was you signed up for.

During the movie, both hands started creeping up your thighs until they reached just under your core.

You were already very needy from before, but this was driving you insane. You needed one of them to do something.

“Ma chérie, shall we continue this in the bedroom.” Laf whispered in your ear.

* une belle fleur = a beautiful flower

4

// ‘OMERTA’ PERSPECTIVES PLAYLISTS //

“Minako had said he was a blessing - that his pockets were deep and Yuuri was lucky to have caught his eye. But Viktor Nikiforov was a curse, and Yuuri finds himself trapped in a world of blood and death where it takes violence to mend what is broken.”

Mania is a state of abnormally elevated (feelings of) arousal, affect and energy level, where the overall activation is heightened as well as expressions (actions) of affect that are also enhanced. Freud considered that the maniac individual must have suffered a great and traumatic loss (something that could also be linked to the Oedipus Complex phase) and the ego unable to properly deal as it was supposed to turns all of its energy at a target that will act as a substitute for the object of affection that was lost in order to fulfill that gap. Obsessive and violent behaviour might be characteristics indentified in a maniac individual, though they may vary.

Cupio dissolvi is a latin locution that means (literally) «I wish to be dissolved». This concept has played an important role in the discussion on suicide. Some other reflexions and interpretations considered something like one’s desire to leave life in order to die, so that they could join God in the afterlife and end their sufferings, being able to become once again pure in the eyes of God. Freud believed that it wasn’t only a simple matter of having a death wish, it also had something to do with the struggle one goes through in a lifetime while trying to fight against the intense impulse or desire for death (most likely linked to his concept of death drive).

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lovinglaurens  asked:

akshsisv pls share ur autistic alexander hamilton headcanons with me??? I want to write him in my next fic!!!!!!

aahhh

- volume control? whos that? never heard of her
- stim toy goblin with 9 drawers full of Stim Stuff
- [flops near a person] lie down on top of me for 6 hours please
- gets stuck in an activity…spends 8 hours popping bubble wrap if u let him…
- whats “stopping doing x to eat”? never heard of her
- time is fake so its ok to stay up until 7am and then sleep til 4pm
- yknow whats a good time? peace and quiet
- echolalia….Internal and Vocal…
- a Tone? On MY Internet? It’s More Likely Than You’d Think
- alternatively, That Sure Is a Tone, But Which One? Idk But I’m Anxious and Ready To Fight Now
- You Said We Were Going To Fight and I am Here But You’re Not And I’d Like to Know Why You Would Just Tell Lies on The Internet?
- [repeats lines from whatever hes writing out loud for 4 straight hours] [someone else reads the thing he’s writing like 8 hours later] “ohhh……that’s why…”
- gives good n firm hugs
- looks like 3 inches to the left of anyone he talks to
- headphones (is anything playing? we don’t know but they sure are on)
- [cuts off the arms of strangers if Touch occurs]
- Gullible? Me? ……..Yes, Definitely, But I Feel Called Out and Defensive Now
- same song on repeat for 5 weeks. “can we listen to something else” “no” “but” “no”
- AUTISTIC SAMEFOODING….like 2 things he will always default to if hes gotta Eat and he cba to think abt what to make
- dont touch his food he’ll Cry
- If I Pause Writing To Eat I Will Never Finish Writing So I Can’t Take A Break, Sorry
- sarcasm is fine from 4 and half specific people. the rest of them? Hmm
- abrupt nonverbal shutdowns that seemingly come out of nowhere
- routines but like. in a way that are not very obvious to other people? like his sleep schedule is a MESS but if u take 1 piece of broccoli off his plate before he has the chance to eat? he Will cry. He Was Going To Eat It Now Everything Is Messed Up. Forever.
- trouble making friends bc 1. whats the point of other people and 2. difficult they dont Understand
- [creeps around the house on his toes and doing the Autistic Raptor Hands]
- “hmm whats this” [puts it in mouth]
- a Gender? In MY House? I Dont Think So!
- [repeats the same thing 9 times in a row] WHY ARENT YOU LAUGHING/PAYING ATTENTION
- [teddy bear/inanimate object gets Hurt] oh no….o hhn n oo,,, ,.. oh nn n o o,,,.
- bad sensory feeling: [occurs] him: [Angry Flailing]
- if he likes u he will message u nonstop. it’s 4am? too bad. heres a picture of 2 birds in a swing. look at him go, liking all ur facebook statuses and tweets.
- i could go on. forever.

miyakokurono  asked:

Hey can I get a hc for Zen x MC or Seven x MC playing a game like silent hill or outlast and mc is good at it but when ever there's a jumpscare she starts either singing something along the lines don't kill me to the game or swears and screams out of fear, but then goes back to playing. Even though their playing at 3 in the morning as mc is a serious night owl and their both bored. Thank you 😊

Hi! Sorry for keep you waiting, but finally here it is. I don’t know if this is what you were asking for but I hope you enjoy it!:D

Note: I’m using they/them pronouns, so it’s the most neutral it can be.

- Mod Apu

Zen

  • Zen doesn’t play videogames, so when MC got their laptop out of its bag and turned it on Zen thought it was something related to school/work. 
  • Then he remembered it was friday night and MC liked to stay late (and wake up late).
  • He thought maybe they wanted to log in on facebook, twitter or watch some videos on youtube.
  • But no, MC just wanted to play Outlast. 
  • So Zen as a good boyfriend decided to stay awake to do some company to his beloved MC, besides, he was about to act as Oedipus in a new version of Oedipus the king, so he had to read the entire script and some context,
  • They started, one reading and the other playing, even though Zen didn’t have any idea of what the hell was MC playing.
  • He then hears some muttering of MC,
  • “Holy shit holy shit holy shit” on loop, for about one minute.
  • “FUCK” they scream.
  • And then they keep playing like nothing happened.
  • At that point Zen was curious about what they were playing.
  • “MC what are you playing?”
  • “Oh, I’m just playing this game called Outlast, is about a NO GOD PLEASE NO, DON’T YOU HAVE A BETTER THING TO DO LIKE STICKING SOME FUCKING CACTUS IN YOUR ASS OR SOMETHING INSTEAD OF FOLLOWING ME?, anyway, I was saying, Outlast it’s a game where you’re basically a journalist investigating in some asylum because of a letter that accused the place of doing some illegal stuff or something”
  • Zen just leaves the script on the night table and gets closer to MC.
  • He’s just watching carefully every move MC does in the game. Turns out they are pretty good. Zen quickly understands the game, and soon he’s into it.
  • “Babe please hide I saw someone there just hide please, please please I don’t want you to get killed by that thing”
  • “Don’t worry I have this and ohmyfuckinggod you were right there’s something I’ll go hide somewhere okay I’m- OH FOR FUCK’S SAKE THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING, WE’VE BEEN STUCK ON THIS PART FOR THE LAST FIFTEEN MINUTES
  • Hours keep passing by, and suddenly it’s 3 AM. Concept: Zen and MC are playing in complete darkness, both are muttering curses and screaming.
  • Surprisingly they finished the game before 4 AM, but adrenaline was just too much to handle so they tried with Five Nights at Freddy’s
  • They ended the game pretty quickly but oh god their nerves are a disaster and worse; they are theorizing about the game.
  • They don’t sleep til 6 AM RIP.
  • Basically their night is something like:

Originally posted by sonido-bestial

Seven/Saeyoung Choi

  • Seven’s also a ight owl so one night hey are just watching some shitty movies like Sharknado or something.
  • MC got bored so they had an idea
  • “Hey Saeyoung what if we play some videogames instead?”
  • Seven was like “This is my fucking jam”
  • Actually Seven suggested something to laugh like Superman 64 or ET the game, but MC said N O.
  • MC then asked about Silent Hill
  • “Can we play Silent Hill? Please?”
  • Seven couldn’t say no to them so both started.
  • A first they were pretty chill, even talking about the game itself.
  • “It’s kind of shitty that the most promising Silent Hill got cancelled don’t you think?”
  • “I even heard that Gullermo del Toro would have collaborated”
  • “Even Junji Ito… what a pity”
  • It was like slow burn, the scenarios were getting creepier and creepier.
  • Shit was pretty tense, they were hugging under a blanket.
  • “Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck…”
  • “Come on Saeyoung this isn’t really that sca- DEAR GOD WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT
  • I TOLD YOU TO GO THE OTHER WAY, I TOLD YOU
  • Then it calms down again
  • “Hey MC you’re actually pretty good at this, you’re even better than me and Yoosung”
  • Again it builds up
  • FUCK NOT AGAIN said MC just before going back to play.
  • It was kind of surreal to Seven, when he played horror games there was a point where he would just turn off the console and stay away from te game a few days. It happened with Ib, it happened with Corpse Party, it happened with Clock Tower, it happened with Resident Evil. MC just cotinued playing, they took jumpscares like a champ even though they screamed and cursed. 
  • MC’s screaming scared Saeyoung more than the game itself
  • But every defeat and failure filled them with determination
  • They kept playing til sunrise.
  • Their night was like:

Originally posted by burntpasta

step dad || calum hood

“Babe, I’ve got it. I’ve been around the kids.” Calum assures, practically ushering his new wife out the door.

“Ok, but Ella doesn’t like chicken nuggets and that’s all Garrett will eat.” She insists.

“I know baby.” He smiles.

“Calum are you sure? You’ve never been alone with them for a whole weekend.” She sighs. “No, you know what. I’m staying home. It’s too soon.” She drops her bag.

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anonymous asked:

Tythan 7 minutes? This is my first request! Your sleepover hc was just too damn adorable 💜💚

Aw thanks :3 

Ethan was…nervous when they had decided to play 7 minutes in heaven. He agreed reluctantly because everybody else seemed really into the idea, and Tyler seemed super excited about it. Ah, Tyler. He so cute… Ethan’s thoughts drifted off. They put all their names into some random hat and the first to draw was Mark. Of course, Mark just happened to pick Amy. So Amy and Mark went and did whatever in the closet. Ethan’s hands began sweating, it was his turn next. 

Mark and Amy came out of the closet when the timer went off, giggling and holding hands like high schoolers or something. Mark’s hair also seemed a little disheveled. Ethan’s heart was beating as fast as humanly possible when hee reached into the hat and pulled a name. He looked at it, and read it over and over but for some reason, his brain just wasn’t working right.

“Well? Who’d you get?” Mark asked, with a big dopey grin on his face. His question woke Ethan from his trance.

“Kathryn” Ethan responded, looking up to meet their waiting eyes. Marks face fell a little, and Tyler looked…upset. He couldn’t imagine why. 

The two went into the closet and just talked. Ethan confided to Kathryn that he had the hugest crush on Tyler. She told him that he should go for it, you never know ‘til you try. A couple minutes later the timer went off and they walked out of the closet. Ethan whispered a quick “Thank you.” before they sat back down.

Now it was Tyler’s turn. He would either pull himself, Mark, or Ethan. The thought that it could be him had Ethan nervous all over again. Tyler dramatically reached into the hat and pulled out a tiny slip of paper. He read it over, and a small smile formed on his lips like there was an inside joke only he knew about. 

Tyler looked up and said, “I got Ethan.” then glanced over to the blue haired boy and winked. He just fucking winked at me. I can’t believe this shit, Ethan thought. He stood up, offering a hand to Ethan to help him up. He politely refused, not wanting Tyler to know how badly his palms were sweating. He followed the older man into the closet, then Tyler pulled the door shut, enveloping them in a thin sort of darkness. 

Ethan could barely make out Tyler’s face, straining to see it. Tyler just stared down at him. In a glossy sort of tone, Tyler bent down in whispered, “I am so happy I picked your name.” He didn’t move back when he was done either. He just hovered by Ethan’s ear, driving him absolutely insane.

“O-oh really? Why’s that?” Ethan stuttered out, his voice cracking at the end.

“Well for starters, I can’t do this to Mark.” He said, then leaned forward and began kissing right below his ear on his neck. Ethna involuntarily let out a little whimper. He could feel Tyler smile against his neck. “And I’ve wanted to do that for so damn long,” he continued as he pulled away.

Ethan was speechless. He wasn’t sure how long they had been in there, but it had already felt like an eternity, but honestly, an eternity wouldn’t have been long enough. He could’ve stayed there forever. Ethan stood up on his tip-toes, resting his hands on Tyler’s shoulders for balance, and gently put his lips against the others. Tyler’s mouth eagerly responded, happy to know that his feelings were reciprocated. 

The blue boy’s hand wandered up into Ty’s locks of curly hair and grabbed a fistful, pulling him closer, as close as he could. They kissed until they had to come up for air. Ethan rested his head on Tyler’s chest. He sighed, saying, “I like you a lot.” as he did. 

Tyler rested his head on top of the mess of blue, responding, “Do you? I couldn’t tell.” causing them both to laugh and soon after the timer went off and they came out of the closet. Together.

ENDDD

HAHHAHHHAHA you like what I did there at the end? yeah? me tooo.

ladies and gentlemen, we are floating in space

word count; 6,670

warnings; sex, nudity, unreality, small mentions of gore

pairings; cecilos

summary;  About a week ago, Carlos asked Cecil out on their fifth date. He said he wanted to go to on top of Hecate’s Peak, a hill on the east side of the small town. Carlos was wondering if Cecil would like to maybe come along with him, for scientific reasons, mainly, of course. He was going to study the stars, and the constellations in the sky that night. It was supposed to be a full moon. Cecil, of course, said he’d love to, because who could pass up an offer like that? Helping a scientist with his work? Let alone going stargazing with said scientist. On the night of the full moon? Sounds like a perfect date. Cecil thought it was kind of cheesy, though. It wasn’t really an original date, because gazing at the stars has been an overused, yet incredibly romantic, trope going on in pop culture. But then again, he isn’t complaining either.

a/n;

this is for day 5 of cecilos week 2017! (january 29th - february 4th) although it won’t be reblogged to the main blog, i still feeling like stating that. i was originally going to post this on february 14th (valentine’s day) but this event came up so i got it done much earlier than expected! so thank you cecilosweek on tumblr for motivating me!! this is the first fic i wrote of the bunch so im hoping i can get something done for every day of the event.

SO this officially is my first smut fic and to my extent it isn’t really…. graphically smutty? to be honest, i focused more on how they were feeling than what was going on physically. to cut it short, i really like the turnout of this, and i hope you guys like it too! <3

p.s. click on the bolded part when cecil goes to the weather !

p.s.s. you can find the fic on ao3 here!

excerpt;

“This is so nice, Carlos. You’re so nice.” Cecil said, half-awake.

“You’re nicer.” Carlos said, shoving a scone into his mouth. “Hey, babe. You see that group of stars right there?” he said, pointing at the sky.

“Kind of. What about them?”

“They make up a constellation known as Orion. It’s one of the most known constellations.” He took a bite of his scone. “It was named after the Greek hunter, Orion. It’s really cool. I have a picture of what it’s supposed to look like in my notes.” He grabbed his scrapbook and flipped through it quickly. “Here, take a look at this.” He turned his book so Cecil could see it, and pointed at the picture. “Isn’t space neat?”

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fic: small things

pairing: bill potts / rose tyler
words: 500-ish
summary: bill serves chips. rose likes to eat them.
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“I’ll get some chips and a soda,” Rose says, checking her wallet for change. There isn’t very much of it: two pounds, and fare for the bus home from work. She frowns. “Just the soda, actually.”

“Are you sure?” asks the girl at the counter, finger hovering over a button on the till.

“Just the soda,” Rose confirms.

The girl looks like she’s gonna say something, but bites her lip and turns to get a large cup from the counter behind her.

“What?” Rose asks.

“What what?”

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Burn Part 3

Seth Rollins x Reader

Part 1Part 2 Special thanks to @50shadesofadamcolebaybay!

Originally posted by deathprincess777

You and Seth bought yourselves some iced coffee before hiking. Seth picked out a route while you were showering. It was a warm and sunny day. You talked about everything you had missed during your time off. Seth reported about new make up artists and staff. You were happy to hear that Bayley, Sami and Roman were doing just fine. As the time passed, your conversation with Seth grew more serious. You told him about your doubts and fears. Seth silently listened to you, giving slight input here and there. He knew that you had to get this off your chest.

“You know, I followed Raw and don’t get me wrong, I know that they had to do this, but now that Bayley’s storyline was fused with mine, where am I supposed to be? Like what new story will I be in?” You asked him.

“Hm, I see,” he nodded.

“What if I get in one of these stupid love storylines. Or even worse, what if I become just a Jobber because they don’t have a story for me. I mean there are enough babyfaces with similar personas, they won’t need me anymore.”

“Just to clear one fundamental fact here, Y/N. You can’t be replaced by anybody. Raw does need you!” Seth looked down at you with an honest expression. You blushed slightly under his gaze.

“Have you ever thought of maybe changing things up a bit?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like gimmick wise. Now after your time off you can comeback like a new Y/N. Changed attitude, wanting the title back because it got ‘stolen’ from you.”

“So you’re telling me to turn heel?” You creased your eyebrow.

“Well yeah, I mean you don’t have to go the whole way. You could still be a naive face who gives Charlotte the fault,” he furrowed his eyebrows, taunting you.

“You know what, I think I like the idea of a heel Y/N,” you smirked. “Do you think I could pull that off?” You worried instantly.

“Of course! You’re feisty and your constant sarcasm comes in handy. Plus, your theme is written for you to be heel.”

“Whats wrong with my theme?”

“Nothing. It’s just a bit too… heavy?”

“Too heavy? Well, Nico Vega’s song fits perfectly to my nickname,” you shrugged your shoulders.

“Yeah I know, the Beast,” he chuckled. “When I first heard of you I thought you would be that angry and self-centered heel. But then, when you made your first entrance, strolling down the ramp with a big smile and these cute little pigtails, I have to admit, I was kinda disappointed… ” he laughed. You playfully hit his arm causing him to pull a pain consumed expression which made you laugh too.

“Oh shut up, Rollins! You’re supposed to be a face too and your tune isn’t all lovey dovey,” you stuck out your tongue. Seth began to laugh more.

“I’m not saying that I don’t like your persona. I mean, it’s technically your real self, it’s just really different from what I expected at that time. But I really think you should consider the heel turn.” You nodded in agreement.

“You know, Y/N, the most important thing right now is that you’ve been cleared and are able to wrestle again. That’s the first and most important step in the right direction. All the other details will come together by themselves.”

“You’re right… I actually have a meeting with Stephanie in about two weeks. I’m probably gonna mention that idea.”

“She’s going to love your idea.”

“Your idea,” you corrected him.

“Our idea,” he smiled down at you. He had locked his gaze with yours just a bit too long when he cleared his throat.

“Hey, wanna make a selfie?” He smiled like a little child. Even though you hated pictures you couldn’t deny his silly request.


While driving you home Seth made a deal with you to start your training again. To ease the beginning of your training he offered to be your personal motivator/taxi driver. You two decided that with the gimmick change you could also change your workout. Of course, Seth suggested cross fit. You were hesitant at first, but he pouted and made big eyes which eventually made you cave in once again. Secretly you were happy that Seth wanted to spend even more time with you.

“Soooo, we’ll see each other on Monday?” He smiled out of his car window.

“We’ll seee…” you teased.

“Oh come on. It might be different in the beginning but you’re gonna love the results. Plus, we can be training buddies,” he argued.

“You got me there, Rollins,” you winked.

“And the week after that, would you fancy a movie night?”

“After the meeting? Sure, why not. But we have to get a bucket of ice cream if Steph tells me that I’m gonna be a jobber,” you joked.

“Of course. A bucket just for yourself. It’s my treat,” he proclaimed with a warm smile. “Then, ‘til Monday!” He said while he drove away. You waved to him until you couldn’t see his car anymore.

Your phone buzzed minutes later in your pocket. When you took it out, a wide smile formed on your face. Seth had tagged you in the selfie he took earlier during the hike with the caption: “Taking the first step in the right direction!” It was a cute picture of you two. You stood slightly in front of Seth and he leaned over your shoulder. Both of you were smiling. This was the first time in weeks you saw yourself with a genuine smile. You were happy to have such an amazing friend, even if it meant you had to stay quiet about your feelings for him. It was better to keep things how they were.


The following week you really started to train again. You couldn’t believe it until you were lying sore on your bed. Of course you had accepted Seth’s request and joined him at his crossfit training. It was hard the first few days. It was just so different from your regular workout but it felt good to be sore again. It also felt relief because you didn’t have the time to overthink every single tiny thing in your life. After the training, you and Seth usually hadlunch together and spent most of the day together. He didn’t leave your side and he really helped you with your self esteem with nightly discussions about what you felt and how he saw you differently. Sleepovers became normal. He would listen for hours as you talked about your insecurities, encouraging you to become the old but slightly improved woman you were. It felt so good to be back on track again.

The Monday morning you had your meeting with Stephanie McMahon, Seth picked you up to drive together to the venue. He comforted you during the ride, telling you that everything was going to turn out great. You even stopped at a diner to get breakfast first.

When you entered the venue, you heard Bayley squealing immediately.

“Y/N! Y/N, you’re back!” She stormed over to you, hugging you violently. You gasped out.

“Yeah I am, I guess,” you mumbled.

“Bayley, don’t crush her. She was out long enough. She doesn’t need another injury.” Seth shook his head.

“Uh, yes, of course,” she said slowly loosening her grip. “I’m just so happy to see you again!” She was jumping up and down.

“Me too. I missed you Bales,” you beamed at her, “and your hugs of course.”

“Aww me too! So, how are you doin?”

After a little small talk with Bayley, you decided to greet the rest of the roster. Seth had to record a segment so he had to leave you by yourself. But you didn’t mind it. You walked around with Bayley, hugging and catching up with your friends. You apologised to everyone for your odd behavior but most of them shrugged it off and assured you that it didn’t matter and that they were just happy to see you again.

When it was time for your meeting you began to grow nervous. Would Stephanie be ok with your ideas? Would they even have a storyline planned for you? Or were you damned to become a jobber. You entered the office on wobbly legs. That meeting would determine your future in the WWE.


“I don’t know man, I don’t think I can do that to her,” you heard Seth as you strolled down the corridor.

“Just tell her!” Roman almost desperately groaned.

“Tell her what?” You asked as you came around the corner. Seth swiftly turned with a shocked expression. You looked at him puzzled.

“Yeah, tell her what, Seth?” Roman mocked.

“Ehh… I have to tell you that we… can’t… have the movie evening tonight because… because my TV is broken,” Seth stuttered. You raised an eyebrow.

“Ok? Well, you know that I still have a totally functional TV at my flat so we don’t have to cancel, if you don’t have anything planned,” you suggested.

“Oh brilliant. Of course, I didn’t think about that. Then it’s still a thing,” Seth nervously chuckled. Roman shook his head in amusement. He said goodbye after a few minutes and Seth walked with you to the entrance together.

“If you have to do something else, we don’t have to watch movies tonight, you know?” You said shyly.

“No, no! Of course I wanna watch movies with you, Y/N. I just didn’t think of your TV.” He sounded nervous.

“Oh ok…” You nodded.

“So, how was the meeting?” Seth ended the awkward silence.

“It was ok. I’m cleared so Steph is letting me wrestle again. They’re planning a big comeback.”

“Aaand?”

“And what?” You innocently raised your eyebrows.

“You know exactly what! Don’t make me pull every single bit of information out of your nose!”

“Ok, ok. Calm down,” you laughed. “Well, the creative team was already planning a new storyline for me as a face-”

“Oh..”

“…but Stephanie likes the idea so much that she’s going to talk to them and make me a heel.” You grinned like a cheshire cat.

“That’s awesome! This is going to be exciting, Y/N.” Seth pulled you into a hug swirling you around.

“Yeah, right?” You giggled happily.


The ride went normal. You talked as if nothing happened even though Seth’s behavior seemed kinda odd. When you arrived at your flat, you ordered Pizza and Seth went for a quick shower. He had some spare clothes at your place from your occasional sleep overs.

While you were setting everything up, the door bell rang. ‘Goodness gracious’ you thought. You hadn’t eaten anything besides the breakfast Seth had gotten you and that consisted of a coffee and marmalade toast. You were way too nervous because of your meeting that midday to even think about eating.

You swayed to your front door. While paying, the delivery guy tried to make some unwelcoming small talk.

“2 big Pizzas for the pretty lady.” he cooed.

“Yep,” I said, giving him an uncomfortable small smile.

“Are you even able to eat these by yourself?” You weren’t sure where the conversation was going but you definitely didn’t like it.

“Probably,” you answered short, hoping that he would give you your change quickly so you could close the door.

“Want help?” He asked in a husky voice quirking his eyebrows.

“Not really,” you answered coldly. Could he hurry with that damn change?

“Oh come on babe. I’m volunteering here.”

“You know what, keep the rest,” you scoffed and tried to shut the door with a loud bang. But his foot denied it. You looked at his foot, then at him in shock.

“Don’t be so cold, sweetheart,” he hissed. “I’m just trying to be nice.” He had an arrogant smile on his lips. You just stood there, frozen, unable to do anything.

“You heard the lady!” A strong, enraged voice came up behind you. ‘Seth’ you thought, feeling relieved. ‘Right on time.’

“Woow, woow!” The guy gestured wildly, “everything’s alright, we were just chatting. Nothing to get upset over, big boy.”

“Yeah? It sounded kinda different to me.” Seth glared at him.

“Hey man, you got to understand that I have this effect on chicks. You should probably get your lil bitch under control,” he laughed. With that, Seth’s eyes got even darker. His chest heaved violently, nostrils flaring rapidly.

“I recommend that you leave my property right now! If someone talks like that about the woman I love, I can’t promise I won’t straight up murder the son of a bitch. So, get your ass going, pronto!” he yelled. The smeary guy audibly gulped and took a few steps back before turning around and basically running to his car. He looked mortified. Seth grimly chuckled, he was proud of his effect on that jackass. He slowly closed the door as he glared after the car. You had never seen Seth like that. But that didn’t mean you didn’t like the protective and impulsive side of him.


“Did you mean that?” You asked him as soon as the door locked. You didn’t know where that boost of confidence came from, but you definitely welcomed it.

“Eh, you know… love like… like a really close friend… like a sister,” he stammered trying desperately to avoid your gaze.

“Oh, that’s a shame,” you exclaimed, your gaze never leaving his.

“Shame? So you wouldn’t mind if… ” His mouth gaped.

“Why should I mind? That the man I’m completely and utterly in love with, the one man who’s my best friend and also knows me the better than anyone, the man that never leaves my side, who’s always there for me, the man who proved multiple times that he cares about me and supports even my stupidest ideas, that this man shares the same feelings I have for him? What did I overlook? Where is there anything to mind?” You looked him deep in the eyes. It felt so good to voice all of those feelings you had gathered over the years. Seth still stood in front of you but during your declaration he slowly moved closer and closer until he was only a few inches away from you. You could already feel the heat radiating from him.

“Aren’t you afraid?” He merrily whispered.

“Of course I’m afraid, I’m constantly afraid. But I’m less afraid of everything that might come if I know I have exactly that man I described right next to me.” You smiled sincerely at him knowing that it was probably the most corny love declaration.

“I love you! I really, really love you! I’ve loved you since I saw you coming though that curtain in NXT.” With those words, Seth’s hand reached out to your face, his thumb caressed your cheek shortly before he pulled you in for a kiss. The kiss was slow and passionate. You could feel all the pent-up emotions behind it. And not just your own.

As you pulled away after what seemed like an eternity, you looked up again to see Seth with a sly expression.

“We should’ve done this waaaay earlier,” he exclaimed making you giggle against his chest.