#50s diner sun

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[ID: Digital art of Sun in a blue short sleeve shirt with a big bow on the collar. She has her hands crossed infront of her awkwardly and looks to the upper right with a brow curved down. They smile thin and a little crooked on one side. He has pink circular cheeks, a tooth gap, and pink eyeshadow to highlight his round black eyes. End ID.]

50's Diner sun belongs to @bam-stroker ! from their "Rest Stop In The Stars" fic! In a random cute lil top

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ᯓ 50 first dates — heeseung

“cursed with the gift of memories”

syn well-known for his charm and charisma, lee heeseung’s name travels through well with tourists. giving them the best dates and nights of their life. heeseung’s strictly only into one nights stands, running away from commitment even before it was there to chase him. however, his life changed completely when his eyes fell upon a woman. a woman who he knows he could never get. but that has never stopped him, hasn’t it?

feat. hyung line yeji (itzy) hyunjin (skz) | wc 5901 words

pairs fuckboy!heeseung + reader | cw s2l one sided pining? fuckboy turned sweet angst fluff smoking drinking mentions of hook ups mentions of an accident memory loss profanity — mlist navi

note entry for @cupidhoons ’s 1k event >< i tweaked a few things here and there, but i hope you all enjoy it nonetheless

“he’s incredible” she says, grabbing her mojito from the bartender. looking back to her friend, “he’s got these eyes that just hold a mischievous look, you know?”

“so? what else happened that night?” another guy asked his friend as she was running on the treadmill.

“we had dinner at this small restaurant and we talked about our lives. it was just like a movie” a woman said as she recalled the night, chatting off while writing her thesis.

“was that all?” a girl’s sister asks while both of them were getting ready for a party.

“we had the best night, he’s so sweet and caring and everything i ever want in a man” a woman said to the worker who was massaging her.

“did you get his number?” her friend asked while handing her a cup of coffee.

“thats the thing” she said, eating lunch at a restaurant. “when i asked for his number he told me he had a girlfriend”

“what’s his name?” her manager asks handing her the new papers.

“lee heeseung”

all over, dozens of women have the same story to tell of the same man. lee heeseung. his charm goes around that has tons of tourists falling head over heels for him.

although really, the charm only consists of the same things with each women; talking to them at whatever place he lands in, telling them about his life stories he’s crafted perfectly, and in the end giving them a good night.

he really had no problem with this routine, figuring they’d all leave soon anyway. dismissing any of their attempts to stay in contact with him by making up on the spot excuses.

“seung” jake exasperates, calling him for the nth time. “you in or not?”

puffing out the smoke, he hummed agreeing to whatever they were talking about.

“we’re diving tomorrow, be at the docks at 5 AM” jay says, grabbing the cigarette pack and throwing it on to the table. “sharp.”

“can’t, i have to take care of the dolphins” heeseung sighs.

“can’t you tell your cousin to do it?” sunghoon asks, taking a swig of the whiskey.

“haven’t you seen him?” he says, referring to his coward of a cousin. as the four continue to talk around the slowly dissipating fire.

heeseung woke up the next day tending to his dolphins. feeding them food and watching them as they swim and did tricks. he sat on the docks, letting his feet hang over the edge, patting the dolphins every once in a while if they snuggled his legs.

he got up about half an hour later and headed to one of the local diners in town. a small, dingy house close to where he works. he sat on the bar stool and a girl who looked around his age took the order.

“i’ll just have coffee, thanks”

“seriously? you look like you’d get blown off by the wind” the girl says, “i’ll fix you up a sandwich”

heeseung smiled profusely, confused whether he should be offended or grateful. he skims through the men looking over the unique variety of choices, when the reflection of the sun seems to be hitting him. he looked up to the direction with squinted eyes and he was so glad the sun shined perfectly at him.

to say he was captivated was an understatement. your hair sat down perfectly on your back as you smiled at the menu like it was an interesting book. you set down the spoon you were playing with and the barista walked up to you to take your order.

heeseung’s eyes never left you, entirely too enthralled just by your presence. he decides to make a move, getting up from his spot and sitting across from your seat that’s conveniently vacant. he watched as the barista placed your plate of pancakes in front of you.

“thanks, yeji” you smiled up at her. he can’t tell which was more angelic; your voice or your smile.

you picked up your pancakes and started stacking them, heeseung watched with curiosity. you started off making a mini volcano as the steam from the heat drove up. minutes later, when heeseung’s eyes left you for a while, your volcano had transformed to a house. you continued stacking the bread carefully.

picking up a small piece, you intended for it to be the door to the supposed house. when suddenly, a toothpick drove through them from the top.

“it creates a hinge” someone says. you look up, which appeared to be a wrong move because the man that stood in front of you might’ve just been carved by the gods.

his hair roused messily atop his head and a grin that you swore had your heart clenched. you momentarily freeze up, scanning over your words for a decent reply.

“oh, thanks” you trail off, showing a small smile.

heeseung was about to sit back down at his spot until you braved yourself.

“hey” you pause awkwardly as he turns back to you “i see you’re alone as well, why don’t you sit with me”

heeseung’s grin doubled and he sat down across from you. from then on, heeseung didn’t know what he got himself into all he knows is that your voice was addicting and your smile held the world.

you both had a long conversation about your lives. he told you about his work in wildlife as a marine veterinarian, tending to the dolphins mostly. and you told him about your work as an art teacher in a school nearby.

you listened intently, thoroughly interested in his job, “my dad works as a fisherman”

“oh really? so you know how to fish” heeseung perked up.

“no, i’ve never really been interested in it” you replied, “but i’m used to the smell of the sea, you reek of it”

heeseung scoffed playfully, “i know, i just went back from feeding the dolphins. probably should have cleaned myself up before”

“no!” you exclaimed trying to fix your tone, “i didn’t mean it in a bad way. you smell nice, like the scent of the sea, it’s kind of nostalgic”

“really?” heeseung looks at you, eyes widened in that adorable way. god, he looks so good. you nodded with a smile that stretched perfectly on your lips. “you should come and meet the dolphins some time”

your eyes lit up, “oh i would love to, how many do you tend to?”

before heeseung could answer, yeji stopped him by telling you both off as they’d have to pack up for lunch.

you both walked out of the diner leisurely when heeseung turned to you, “hey, do you want to continue this somewhere else? i have a nice place we can go to”

“oh” you let out, whilst scrunching your face “i'm so sorry but today’s my dad’s birthday and we usually drive out to the field. it’s our tradition”

“well then how about next time?” he asked, tilting his head.

“how about tomorrow? meet me here for breakfast?” you offered.

“tomorrow then”

rain poured teardrops in a continuous rythmn, the wind blowing harshly. a figure disrupted the pattern as heeseung went in the diner and dropped himself on the bar stool, greeting yeji. and waving at the guy in the back, who’s face always looked sour whenever he looked at heeseung.

“the bar’s closed” hyunjin, who he now knows as yeji’s brother said blatantly. heeseung shrugged at the customer that was sitting on one of the sofas and shined a sly grin at him, receiving an eye roll back.

the door opened once more and you walked in, heeseung watched as you sat down and dropped your jacket beside you.

he stood up and walked to your seat, “hey pretty, missed me yet?”

you looked up at him with furrowed eyebrows, “no?” you said, before going back to read the menu.

heeseung stared at you dumbfounded, “hey, are you okay? you said you wanted to meet up again yesterday”

“yesterday? i’ve never even met you” you scrunched your nose as heeseung stood still in confusion, his mind reeling.

in a spur, heeseung got dragged by his collar and out of the diner. the door behind him slammed shut, he turned to see yeji stared at him menacingly.

“what’s wrong? why’s she..” he trailed off.

yeji clicked her tongue, sighing, “she isn’t what you think she is” heeseung waited, breathing heavily, the humid air made it difficult to breathe.

“about a year ago, y/n got into a terrible car accident. she and her father went up North Shore to grab fruits as tradition” yeji continued, “her father broke some ribs, but she had a serious head injury”

yeji looked away and stared off into the rain “she’s suffering short-term memory loss” yeji concluded. heeseung apparently had a hard time understanding all of this, none of the information thrown at him clicking right yet.

“wait, so she can’t remember anything?”

“no you dumbass, she remembers everything up until the night before the accident”

both of them stayed silent.

“so what? she thinks everyday is the day of her dad’s birthday?”

“exactly” yeji states, “she wakes up everyday thinking it’s the same day, her father’s provided her with a special paper that he’s printed over a hundred times for her to read”

“he’s been keeping her in the dark?”

“it’s not like that. she’s been through a lot already and her father doesn’t want her to suffer anymore” yeji scolds. “so if you don’t mind, i need you to stop bothering her. find another person to bother”

“how long’s it gonna take for her to gain back her memory?” jake asks, laying on his back staring up at the night sky.

“her doctors say it may never come back” heeseung says, throwing in food for the dolphins.

“so, basically” jake starts looking down at his friend, “she’s perfect for you”

“what?”

“you’ve never been into commitment” jake shrugs, “there’s practically no attachment there”

heeseung stays silent. jake raised his eyebrows, “don’t tell me you’re falling for her”

he slapped his friend’s leg, “i’m not” he says, “it’s just evil”

“you meet her, hang out, flirt, no commitment, nobody gets hurt”

“she has brain damage, you douche”

“you sure that’s the only reason?”

once again, heeseung stays silent. he can’t lie. he knows that he felt, if anything, the tiniest bit of care for you. spending too much time awake thinking about you more than he should’ve.

“i mean, either way, i think this’ll be good for you” jake starts, his eyes scanned the stars one by one, “you haven’t really let yourself connect with a girl”

“oh so now you care?” heeseung asks, rather jokingly.

“i want the best for you, seung. you’re leaving soon for university, the choice is really yours in the end” jake says, finally sitting up and looking at his friend with sincerity.

“thanks” hee mumbled as jake stood up to get off the ship, patting him on the back while doing so.

“you should get some sleep, you’d need energy to get her back”

heeseung stared at the back of jake’s retreating figure. they’ve been friends for years now, being the closest out of the four. always being a helping hand for the other whenever any of them were in need.

“you again?” hyunjin rolled his eyes about to grab a stick.

“relax, i just want to say hi to her” heeseung says, holding a hand out in defence.

“what did yeji say?”

“that you’d kill me with an axe” heeseung trailed off. “but, hey, look i really just want to talk to her again”

“she doesn’t want guys hitting on her during breakfast” hyunjin said, plainly.

“want to bet on that? 20 bucks” apparently the world was on his favor when hyunjin decides to shake his hand.

“deal”

heeseung spots you on your usual seat, building a house out of your pancakes. he decides its better to play safe, picking up a toothpick, walking to your seat.

“it acts as a hinge” he says, smiling.

“are you from a country where you think it’s okay to stick your fingers all over someone’s food?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

“uhm, no, i’m from this country” he starts and after seeing your expression, all of the lines he’d planned out got caught on his tongue, “well, have a good meal”

hyunjin cackled at his attempts and heeseung doubled the price for the next day, determined to get you to have breakfast with him again. that’s how it went on for days, heeseung kept doubling the price at his failed attempts. yeji not really helping as she scowled at him everyday while hyunjin doubled over in laughter.

one of those days, heeseung realizes he really has nothing else to loose, except for his dignity. so that is exactly what he did. heeseung started sobbing in the middle of the diner, weird looks thrown at him.

when you suddenly sat beside him and spoke in the softest voice, he almost melted right then and there. but he pushed through with the acting, still sobbing nonetheless of you trying to calm him down. finally, he got succeeded in getting you to have breakfast with him once again. under the excuse that he couldn’t read.

you both talked all throughout the day, teaching him how to pronounce certain words, reading off the menu and enunciating each syllable. he found it quite endearing that you were so patient given the ridiculous situation.

“i had a great time” you said as you both walked out of the diner.

“yeah, so did i” heeseung smiles. he was about to say something else, but stopped. figuring it was better to go one step at a time, he turned to go get in his car when you scoffed.

“seriously? thats all? you know i thought that if someone would embarrass themselves just to talk to me they would at least ask for my number” you say, turning on the engine and start to pull out of the park.

heeseung, panicked, quickly got in his car to drive after you and apologise. afraid that he would cause problems. and that is how he led himself to this moment; getting told off by your father and almost getting beaten up by your brother.

your father had told him to lose contact with you. that he was to not go to the diner anymore and leave you alone.

now if there’s anything to know about heeseung, it’s that he takes an advice and let it go out the other ear — with the exception of his own grandma, he’s terrified of her — and second, he will never give up on anything. so, he left no time for sulking as the next day he had a brand new conception.

he knew there was no way he could ever talk to you in the diner under the watchful eyes of both yeji and hyunjin. so, learning your daily schedule, heeseung decides to stop at a part of your drive and pretended as if his truck broke down.

“hey, i’m so sorry. can you give me a lift?” heeseung awkwardly smiled as you slowly stopped right in front of his car. a concerned look on your face.

“yeah, of course” you say, getting out of your car to help attach his to yours.

with that, he’s made up a variety of reasons to stop you on your way. most days interacting with you than not. he was so determined to talk to you, his excuses ranged from being kidnapped to getting beaten by who you assumed was a random man.

the plans were carefully thought of, daily. he spent much time creating up random scenarios that were severe enough for you to spare him some time and talk to him.

he really should’ve seen it coming. because one day, your car wasn’t the one approaching, rather, another car. as it came closer he realized your father and brother were sat on the front seats and he sat up from the position he took on the ground.

“once you stop pretending to look dead, come by the house”

now he’s once again stood in the lawns of your house. he expected your dad to tell him to stop meeting you or restrict him further, but all he did was just talk to him.

your dad hesitantly told him how happy you were going about your day and how it only ever happens whenever you had an interaction with him.

“i can stop you from seeing my daughter” your father pauses, “but i can’t stop her from seeing you if that’s what makes her happy”

the weight of his words flowed through the air as your voice tunes in from the garage. painting away your garage whilst singing a song you know so well.

“let me get this straight” jake says, “you’ve been trying to talk to her everyday, making up dozens of excuses, doing random things just so she would talk to you?”

“well if you word it like that, it sounds sad”

“so you’re basically trying to get her to fall in love with you, every single day”

“not always” heeseung trails off, “it’s complicated”

“sure” jake says, taking out his pack of cigarettes. “want one?”

heeseung shook his head, back in thought.

“you haven’t been smoking lately” jake ponders. “is it because of that girl?”

jake said it as a joke, fully expecting his friend to slap him or dismiss it all. but he was proved wrong when heeseung stared right at him and nodded.

“she’s been through enough, i don’t want her to have lung problems just because i can’t leave her alone”

jake whistled low at the statement.

“besides, it’s bad for your lungs, you should stop too”

“i don’t smoke as much as you did” jake retorts, putting back the blunt in the pack. figuring it was boring to smoke alone.

“i never expected you’d do things like this”

“you think i’m heartless”

“not when you used to shit your pants from a ghost story” jake laughs and so did heeseung, hitting his friend on the back. jake looked to his friend, curious.

“do you like her?”

“what do you think?”

“personally?” jake stops, “i think you’re in love with her”

a part of him wanted to deny that, he used to be afraid of commitment after all. but now the prospect of not having any commitment with you kind of scares him. he can’t have commitment with you, literally and figuratively. how could he when you can’t remember who he is everytime you wake up.

like jake said; no strings attached. except, this time he was the at the receiving end and he couldn’t do anything about it.

attempting for the last time to talk to you at the diner, heeseung knew he would fail. he thought he’d done terribly at flirting with you when you screamed a loud ‘no’.

but when you quickly grabbed your jacket and walked out, he followed suit. yeji and hyunjin alarmed as well, walking out of the diner.

the police was about to place a ticket on your car, it was overdue.

“the tags don’t expire until next year”

“it expires May of this year, maam” the police officer said.

“no! it expires may of next-“ you stop after looking at the date of a newspaper that someone was holding.

in a rush, you look around for your car and got in. driving back home confused and aggravated, you have no idea what’s happening.

in the end, you’ve spiraled into this deep hole of reality after your father, quite hesitantly, revealed everything. he told you the whole story; the car accident, what your dad has done, and — to heeseung’s surprise — what heeseung has been doing for the past few months.

sitting on the front steps of your house, flipping through the book filled with newspapers and clippings from your accident, everyone waited around you. your father ready with answers if you if you had any questions or needed any support.

what no one expected was for you to say you wanted to talk to heeseung, alone. heeseung himself was quite shocked, and scared to be faie. he thought out of anyone, you wouldn’t want to talk to him anymore. rather hesitant, your father and brother walked in the house to give you space.

the silence was unbearable, for heeseung anyway. you stared front out to the grassy field. it was a beautiful afternoon if not for the situation you were in right now.

“so, um” heeseung cleared his throat rather awkwardly.

“i’m sorry”

he waits for you to continue, but alas you never did. heeseung looks at you, his brows furrowed.

“what for?”

“you’re the only person i can never remember when i wake up” you say, stretching out your legs and observing them instead.

heeseung looked at you — or rather admired you. he can’t believe even in a situation as this, he still find it in himself to fawn over you. you looked so ethereal under the small rays of the sun.

“it’s alright” hee said, slowly smiling as he looked away from you and off to the wide land. “not like you can help it”

“how are you fine with all this?” this time, you were the one facing him, gosh how could he still keep on that god awful, handsome smile on when he’s practically been rejected multiple times?

“just because” he replies, his smile widening. heeseung feels as if he’s gone mad, absolutely batshit insane. he can’t tell why he’s smiling so brightly right now, maybe it’s because of the fact that he’s having a conversation with you again, or maybe it’s because of how cute you sounded like when you’re concerned for him.

“you’re okay with” you pause, carefully choosing the right words “trying to make me fall in love with you every single day?” you say this slowly, enunciating each syllable hoping you’d say it in a way that didn’t seem weird or self-centered.

“what if i say i am?” you were caught off guard when heeseung’s face turned to you. you hadn’t really noticed your proximity until now. his nose was barely grazing yours and you could see his eyes up close, has it always been that pretty?

you gulp. because how can you not? lee heeseung is inches away from your face and he has the most adorable expression anyone could’ve ever seen. an expression no one’s ever seen except for you. his pupils dilated, hair messy from the wind, cheeks a rosy color and a small grin to top it all off.

“why?”

“want me to show you why?” he says. your heart pounded too loud and out of the sheer fear of him being able to hear it, you looked away. heeseung chuckled and blinked, his eyes wandering back to the field.

“i have to get back” heeseung says standing up, “tell me if you ever need anything” you finally dared yourself to look up at him. it didn’t matter anyway as heeseung walked off and got into his car. flashing that smile of his once more before pulling out of the driveway.

you went in your house after watching his car get further and further, lost in your own thought. when you walk up to your room, a small box covered with wrapping paper is placed on top of your bed.

opening it carefully, you opened the box to see a disc titled “to y/n”. out of curiosity, you ran down to the living room’s television and insert it into the dvd player.

sitting down on the sofa, you waited as the video started to play. the tunes of your favorite song hummed in as heeseung came into view.

“hi, heeseung here” he starts saying, the camera pans to two people in the background that was making heart poses and kissy faces. “yo guys stop”

the guys in the back laughed silently and the camera focused back on heeseung, his smile back on display.

“if you’re watching this, y/n. i want to tell you a bit of a background story first” heeseung stops, and grabs something from below “you got into a car accident about a year ago”

the camera focused on the newspaper clipping of her accident, “and now you can’t remember me, even if i try to talk to you everyday”

the person behind the camera snorted and heeseung threw a dirty look to whoever.

“but it’s okay, because now i’ll show you what’s been happening so you can watch this everyday” hee stands up from the sofa and sits down on his living room chair. the camera zooms out and across him sat one of his friends, you assumed. “this is sunghoon, he’s going to act as you”

the guy named sunghoon waved at the camera, smiling politely. the recording continued on for minutes as heeseung acts out the encounters he’s had with you. sunghoon and his other friend, jay, making faces every once in a while to piss off their friend. your laughs and giggles reverberated through the house walls that has your dad coming in to check on you.

as he watches you from the doorway, listening to your laughs and seeing your big smile, he can’t help but have one of his own. ever since the accident, he really has felt emptiness all over. guilt and so much more emotions plaguing him by day. all he wants is just to watch you be happy all the time and if that’s what heeseung makes you, he couldn’t stop you.

the past few months after that were filled with heeseung getting closer and closer to you as more recordings of you and him were added to the tape.

heeseung told you everything about his life, what and why he works as what he does and how he ended up in hawaii.

in turn, you told him more about the years you’ve had without him and telling him about your late mom. you told him about how she still brings you comfort until today from picking up all the tiny quirks she used to do.

eventually, heeseung grew on you. watching the tape daily and seeing how well he treats you, you really can’t help but fall more and more in love with him.

“no, i love tulips, but i love dandelions as well” you say at the pouting guy in front of you. “these are beautiful, hee”

“you know if you want me to get you another one, i can do it right now” he says, ready to make a run for the shop if you say the word.

“i told you” you took another whiff of the dandelions in exaggeration, “i love dandelions, they’re really pretty”

“okay” he sighs, and the moment you yawn for the nth time of the day, heeseung had you nursed back to bed.

“i’m fine”

“yeah, sure” he says, dismissing your words and grabbing a blanket to cover you. “get some rest, i’ll wake you up this time. i swear”

you squint your eyes at him in warning, “i will!” he says in faux sincerity, letting out a small laugh.

“fine”

heeseung gets up and walks out the door the moment you stopped mumbling. he went down to be greeted by your doctor along with your father and brother in the living room.

they all talked about your health and well-being. and if there was any way your memory would ever be healed — mostly heeseung asked about this. and as much as he hoped, there was close to no chance you would. your head injury was so severe it permanently damaged those parts of your brain.

“are you planning to continue all of this?” your father suddenly asked him, “you have no plans for the future?”

“i’m going to university soon, abroad” heeseung starts. “to continue work as a biologist in alaska”

“ah, well, it’s great you have plans” the doctor replies, patting his back, “i thought you were going to devote your whole life to helping her regain her memories”

heeseung wasn’t the only one silent at this. you were too, although a room away. you couldn’t sleep for long and was about to walk outside when you overheard their conversation about you and didn’t want to make it awkward.

but now, you just realized how dumb you were. you realized how you were basically holding him back from everything. you were being selfish of his time. you blindly liked all of the time he’s spent with you, but you didn’t realize that he too should have a life outside of you.

walking back into your room, you pull out your journal that held all the memories you’ve had with him. you’ve written all of it down. most pages dedicated to him.

“hey” you say walking up to him the next day, as he was feeding the dolphins. journal clutched tightly in one hand.

“hi” heeseung said, pure affection on his voice. you sat down beside him on the docks as he went back to throwing in the food. “i just realized i haven’t introduced you to them. this one’s named lorry”

heeseung says patting the head of the closest dolphin. you closed off your heart, preparing yourself for the worse today. set on one goal. but how can he just sit there and look adorable and somehow all the things you planned to say are down the drains.

“don’t worry, lorry’s one of the nicest ones. compared to the others” heeseung assures, you slowly inched your hands forward to pat the dolphin and it felt soft. lorry snuggled its snout to your palm and dived in the water again to play with its friends.

“heeseung” you say, staring out at the sea, avoiding his eyes at all costs. he hummed, closing up the bag of food before looking at you.

“we should stop seeing each other”

heeseung blinked. once. twice. thrice. he thought people were exaggerating when they said ‘their heart dropped’, but now he understands. he could feel his heart starting to beat uncomfortably, every inch of his body conscious, his mouth felt dry.

“what?”

“i’m not going to hold you back. you can’t just make me fall in love with you everyday, thinking there would be a future for us”

“but what if there is?”

“theres no future with me, seung”

not that nickname. please. you can’t just ask him to stop talking to you and use that nickname on him. it’s not fair. you aren’t being fair. why are you being so weird right now?

“there is!” heeseung exclaims, “i’ll make sure there is. you can watch the tape everyday-“

“it won’t work, hee“

“or i’ll tell you our story-“

“you’ll get bored of it“

“i’ll remind you every morning-“

“that’s impractical“

“or i can stop by your house all the time-“

“stop”

“no, you stop.” heeseung stressed, “i have no problem waking up everyday to talk to you— or, or to remind you of our relationship. i don’t want this to end”

“seung” you sigh, “we can’t make it work and you know that” you picked up the journal beside you and showed it to him.

“i started writing in this journal ever since the day i found out about the accident. and i want to start a new chapter” you look down, “without you in it”

he stayed silent. the waves rippled under the dawning sun. hues of orange contrasted with the sea, reflecting off the colors.

“okay” heeseung says barely above a whisper. you look at him, pretending you didn’t hear him say anything. heeseung stared ahead and cleared his throat. “okay. it was nice knowing you, y/n”

he turned to you with a smile. you don’t know what kind of answer you wanted from him. maybe you half expected for him to continue screaming at you or hell even push you in the water. but for some reason, seeing his strained smile hurt you even more. you were the one who had the idea so why were you the one to slowly regret it?

“glad for you, son” heeseung looked back to see your father walking towards him, your brother following behind.

“sir” heeseung greets, he nodded at your brother. “i’m finally off your back now” he jokes.

your father smiles, “ahh well you weren’t all bad” he says patting heeseung on the back.

heeseung smiles politely. he hesitates to say something, but ultimately thought there was nothing else to loose anyway. “how’s y/n?”

your father looks at him with raised eyebrows, “she’s moved in to the clinic now, teaches people art”

“code 110, flight A30 has opened for boarding, please get in line. i repeat, code 110, flight A30 has opened for boarding, please get in line” the speaker announced.

“that’s my cue” heeseung says, taking his suitcase. “it’s been nice knowing you sir. wished we had more time to talk, you too” heeseung nods at your father and brother. he was about to turn to the gate before a hand landed on his shoulder, stopping him.

“before you go, i want you to have this. a parting gift if you will” your father hands him an ipod. your father nods one last time and walks off. leaving heeseung quite confused.

he got in the plane and the moment he sat down, he connected the wires of his earphones in and as the familiar melody whistled in his ears he knows he fucked up.

heeseung hadn’t ever gotten up and left the plane so quick, a few people shouting at him after he bumped into them but he paid no mind. he ran out the airport and called for a cab.

he was jittery the whole ride. he realized how dumb he had been this whole time. he went through all the things you said that day and he didn’t understand why he just let you leave like that. why didn’t he put up more of a fight?

the moment he got down off the cab he ran in to the hospital searching everywhere for you until he found you back in the gardens. watering some flowers and tending to them.

“y/n” heeseung pants, you turn back a bit startled and see him. heeseung slowly walks towards you, taking careful steps one by another. “do you remember me?” he whipers.

he breathes in, your sweet scent filling him up. his face an inch away from yours. he watched as you stared up at him, admiring how the glow of your eyes shifted at every minor movement.

your lips break out into a pretty smile, “how couldn’t i?” and in a spur, your lips were on his. the longing and time that has passed all fused into a moment. heeseung grabs you by your waist to deepen the kiss and giggles from both you and him elicits against each other.

as you break apart for a moment, heeseung mumbles out something that you definitely heard but want to hear him say again.

“i love you” he whispers, “and i’ll continue to for a very long time”

even memories can never erase that feeling. the feeling of being so painfully in love with someone. the feeling of loving lee heeseung.

© junislqve 2024. liking, rebloging, and commenting are appreciated.

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[saradika-graphics]

DIVIDERS MASTERLIST

AESTHETIC - CELESTIAL

— Stars & Space | Sun

— Stars & Space | Moon

— Stars & Space | Planets

— Stars & Space | Purple

— Stars & Space | Beige/Grey

AESTHETIC - HEARTS

— Black Hearts

— Blue Gradient Hearts

— Hearts

— Heartbeat Dividers

— Green Hearts

— Lilac Hearts

— Pastel Blue Hearts

— Pink to Maroon

AESTHETIC - OTHER

— 50’s Neon Diner

— 70's Music / Flowers

— 80's Music / Rock

— Academia

— Angel / Cherub

— Arrows

— Art Deco (Blue Version)

— Art Nouveau

— Bakery | Part ii

— Beige Daggers

— Black and Grey

— Black & Red Grunge

— Blue & Yellow Dividers

— Blue & Orange Feathers

— Bunnies (Pastel)

— Butterfly (Yellow)

— Cameras/Photography

— Car/Roadtrip

— Casino / Cards

— Cats

— Celtic

— Clouds

— Citrus

— Coffee / Cigarettes

— Cottagecore / Dark Academia

— Cowboy (part ii) (dark) (space) (christmas)

— Cute Pastel

— Dark Space

— Dog/Puppy

— Dragons | Part ii

— Eclipse

— Fairy Lights

— Fantasy Weapons

— Farm

— Feathers

— Fish

— Forest

— Gems & Pearls

— Genderqueer

— Goblincore

— Maroon & Purple

— Minimalist Neutrals | Minimalist Green

— Music Notes

— Ocean | Part ii | Part iii

— Orange & Green Dividers

— Pale Pink Dividers

— Pancakes / Waffles

— Peaches

— Pink/Coquette (blue & purple)

— Pink & Yellow

— Pirate/Mermaid

— Pizza/Spaghetti

— Purple, Pink & Blue Dividers

— Rain/Storm

— Ravens/Moons/Roses

— Red/Black Scroll Work | Silver/Gold

— Red Riding Hood

— Red & Yellow Dividers

— Rings (Engagement/Christmas)

— Royalty

— Smutty | Pastel

— Stained Glass

— Vampires | Royalty

— Viking

— Vintage Telephone

— Warm Grey Dividers

— Waves / Leaves

— Witchy

— Werewolves

— Windows/Webcore | Part 2

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#masterlist #type: dividers

[saradika]

Aesthetic Dividers for Fics & Masterlists

edit: as of 11/20/23 this will no longer be updated - please go to @saradika-graphics for requests & new resources!

AESTHETIC - CELESTIAL

— Stars & Space | Sun

— Stars & Space | Moon

— Stars & Space | Planets

— Stars & Space | Purple

AESTHETIC - FLORAL

— Bees/Honey/Flowers

— Cherry Blossom / Peach

— Dark Romantic Florals

— Daisies

— Fall Florals

— Cute Flowers

— Pastel Floral

— Pastel Green & Blue Florals / Navy Blue

— Red Poppies

— Roses/Chains / Gothic Roses

— Sunflowers

AESTHETIC - HEARTS

— Black Hearts

— Hearts

— Heartbeat Dividers

— Lilac Hearts

— Pastel Blue Hearts

AESTHETIC - OTHER

— 50’s Neon Diner

— Art Deco (Blue Version)

— Beige Daggers

— Black and Grey

— Black & Red Grunge

— Blue & Yellow Dividers

— Blue & Orange Feathers

— Christmas & Winter

— Citrus

— Cottagecore / Dark Academia

— Cowboy (part ii) (dark) (space)

— Cute Pastel

— Ghostface

— Halloween

— Maroon & Purple

— Mothman

— Ocean | Part ii

— Orange & Green Dividers

— Pale Pink Dividers

— Pink/Coquette

— Pizza/Spaghetti

— Purple, Pink & Blue Dividers

— Rain/Storm

— Ravens/Moons/Roses

— Red/Black Scroll Work

— Red & Yellow Dividers

— Smutty | Pastel

— Taylor Swift (Folklore)

— Vampires

— Warm Grey Dividers

— Werewolves

— Windows/Webcore

FANDOM

— Across the Spider-Verse | Hobie

— Alice in Wonderland

— Boba Fett (Star Wars)

— Clone Trooper/Star Wars

— Fennec Shand

— FNAF

— Lightsabers (Star Wars) / Part 2

— Silmarillion/Tolkien & Lord of the Rings

— Sith-Inspired Dividers (Star Wars)

— Stardew Valley | Part ii

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#dividers #fic dividers #tumblr dividers #graphics #line dividers #aesthetic dividers #saradika’s graphics

[thoushallnotfall]

Walkin' After Midnight

Masterlist

Pairing: Marko x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Note: *finger guns* Ehhhhh...so it’s been a minute. How ya’ll been? So completely ignoring that’s it’s been...a long time, here’s another of my ‘imagine the boys in a decade prior to the 80s’ fics--and we’re moving right along to the 50s!

I started this...a very long time ago, and then I didn’t like it so I just left it in my WIPs with like 15 other ideas/half-written fics/updates. I still don’t love it, but upon further reflection I don’t totally hate it--and it was already started so I didn’t have to work as hard to finish it, so there’s that.

That being said, I'm kind of interested in writing a part 2, so we'll see...taking babysteps here.

(I’m really having to dig deep for these gifs)

Every kid from Santa Carla grew up knowing two things: Don’t go out after dark if you ever want to make it home, and stay away from the greasers who hung around the boardwalk.

It never really occurred to you that those two things could be related.

Unlike a lot of the teenagers in Santa Carla, who’d run there with nowhere else to go, you’d lived there all your life. You’d never left the city, and the older you got the more you doubted you ever would. Your dad had been killed in Vietnam, and your mom was around so little you half expected one day she’d just stop coming back home at all. You may not be one of the runaways, but you were still alone in Santa Carla.

Still, you were young; and while you knew you’d have to find a way to live on your own sooner or later, you decided to try and enjoy what little youth you had left. One day you’d have to grow up and start providing for yourself somehow, but for now you just wanted to live your life to the fullest before that all got taken away.

With that in mind, you’d taken to going to plenty of the dances and social events in town. You didn’t have a curfew, and no one was around to care about where you were, but even so you tried not to be out too late after dark. That’s always when the people went missing--and they never came back.

That’s why it was the first rule of Santa Carla: Don’t go out after dark.

The official numbers were never right, given how many of the people who disappeared were runaways, but the amount of missing people in Santa Carla had always been unusually high. The only thing they knew for sure was that they always seemed to vanish at night.

The prevalent theory among many of the local teens was aliens. They came out with their flying saucers and abducted unsuspecting people in the night. Others were more practical--they just thought there was a really good serial killer in town.

It could be anyone! They’d say.

But people have always gone missing in Santa Carla--is he an old man, still killing people in his 70s? Someone else would question.

Okay, so a family of serial killers! They’d say back.

Personally, you had no idea who or what was making people disappear. You only cared about surviving it, and the best way to do that was stay in at night.

Then, there was the second rule of Santa Carla: Stay away from the greasers.

There was a particularly nasty group of punks who usually hung around the Boardwalk at night. No one knew who they were--probably just another group of runaways--but people had grown to know they were trouble. A gang of greasers who didn’t care about the law and would sooner gut a man than say hello. That’s what people said about them, anyway.

So imagine your surprise when you broke both rules in a single night.

--

The night in question started out well enough. You and a friend had gone to the beach in the afternoon, and spent most of the day there. At one point, the two of you had attracted the attention of some boys--who ended up spending the day with you.

So when the sun got low and it was time to leave, your friend decided to accept the invitation from the boys to go get some dinner at the local diner. You however, weren’t as excited about the prospect. Not only did you not want to be out too late, you frankly just weren’t that interested in any of them. Your friend tried to get you to change your mind, but you held firm.

And so it was that your friend headed off with the guys. At least she brought you into town so you wouldn’t have so far to walk to get home. And while you weren’t jazzed about walking home alone you figured you could make it back quick enough that it’d be okay. Unfortunately, it was nearly dark before you even made it back to town--and well into the night by the time you walked past the Boardwalk.

You tried to hurry your way through the crowded streets of tourists and late-night couples walking hand in hand without any trouble. But of course that's exactly what you find.

"Hey there pretty lady, going my way?" A big guy in a varsity sweater asks. He looked like a jock--maybe home from college? You didn't know him, and you certainly didn't want to.

"Sorry, I'm in a hurry." You say, hoping to sidestep him and continue on your way. He moves to stand in front of you.

"Aw, don't be like that doll." He says, looming over you. "I just want to get to know you."

"Well I'm not interested." You say, trying to push past him. He grabs your wrist, squeezing so tight it makes you wince in pain.

"Not so fast girlie--we ain't done talking yet." He says, pulling you back.

Oh God, this is it. He's a part of that serial killer family and you're about to get murdered.

Your frantic thoughts are interrupted as the creep let's you go. He screams as he looks to his other side. You follow his gaze and see a greaser with blonde, curly hair standing next to him--the jock's wrist in his hand. He squeezes it tighter and the jock falls to one knee, yelling in pain.

"Don't like it so much on the receiving end, do yah punk?" The boy says, squeezing even tighter. Despite being smaller than the other boy, the greaser was still clearly stronger.

"What the hell man? Let me go!" The jock begs.

"You want me to let you go?" The greaser smirks. "Alright." He lets the guy go, before quickly using his now free hand to punch him square in the face. The boy falls back, holding his bloody, broken face in his hands. The greaser grabs the bleeding boy by the collar and pulls him up, smiling at him. "Now beat it before I decide to get serious." He says, dropping his collar. The boy scrambles up and runs off, disappearing down an allyway.

You watch him run off, stunned by what had just happened.

"You okay?" The blonde asks, having turned his attention to you. You practically jump out of your shoes.

"What? Oh." You look down at your wrist. "Yeah, it's fine--I mean, um, I'm fine." You stumble through before looking back up at him. "Thank you."

"No problem. Punks like that deserve a good beating." He says, before he smirks. "And I couldn't let him hurt a pretty thing like you, now could I?"

Uh oh, you may have just gone out of the frying pan and into the fire.

"So what's your deal anyway? You know it's not safe walking around alone at night, right?" He asks, ignoring your apprehensive look.

"We'll um," You hesitated, unsure of how much you should say about yourself. "I was out with a friend, but she had other plans. She drove, so..."

"So now you're stuck walking back. I get you." He says. "Pretty uncool of your friend, ditching you like that. But hey, I'll make sure you get home safe."

"What?" You nearly shout. "Um, no really that's not necessary. I'm fine now, so--"

"No way. I already told you--you're way too cute to be out here on your own." He says, cutting off your attempt to protest. "My bike's nearby, let's go."

"I would really hate to put you out," you try once more to worm our way out of the situation, but he wasn't having it.

He smirks, "I offered didn't I? Don't worry about it." He grabs your hand and all but drags you down the block.

Soon enough, you arrive at a parking lot, and he leads you towards a row of four motorcycles lined up in the corner. He lets you go, moving to the bike at the end and throwing his leg over to sit. He looks at you, holding out his hand. You were pretty sure you couldn't get away from him even if you tried, so you took a deep breath and accepted his outstretched hand. He helps you onto the back of the bike, smirking as gravity slide you down towards him.

"So princess, were are we going?" he asks, tilting his head back to look at you sitting behind him. You hesitated giving him your address, but at this point if he wanted to do something nefarious he didn't need to take you home first.

You were in too deep now.

You tell him, and he nods, "Yeah, I know the place." He starts the bike, giving you one last smirk as he revves the engine, "Better hold on tight."

Your arms instinctively wrap around his waist as the bike shoots forward. You gripped him tightly, you head resting on his back. You squeezed your eyes shut, fear coursing through you as your heartbeat raced. As much as you knew you should watch where you were heading, you were too scared to open your eyes. He was going fast--very fast--and with each bump and turn, you were sure you would crash and that would be the end of it.

But the two of you didn't crash, and before you knew it the bike slowed to a stop. You dared to open an eye, and saw you sat in front of your house. A little run down and a bit worse for wear, but still yours. You sat up, shocked you had not only survived the ride, but that he had actually brought you home.

"This it?" he asked like he already knew the answer. You turned to him,

"Oh, um--yes, it is."

"Doesn't look like anyone's home," he commented absently, and you felt your shoulders tense.

"Oh, my parents are here--they just go to bed early," you lied. Something told you he knew you weren't telling him the truth, but he didn't say anything.

You hoped off the bike, smoothing the wrinkles from your skirt out of habit. You took a step towards your door, then stopped. You turned, looking back at the smirking, curly-haired boy sitting lazily on his bike.

"Thank you again. For bringing me home, and for helping me with that guy earlier, " you were still scared of him, but he had helped you. It would be bad manners not to at least thank him for his help.

He laughs, the moonlight catching his blue eyes as he stared back at you.

"Anytime, princess," he replies. He started his bike, glancing back up at you, "I'm Marko, by the way."

"Oh, I'm y/n." You had certainly not planned to tell him your name, but at this point could it really hurt?

"Well, I'll see you around, y/n," he says, his smile wide and mischievous. Before you could say anything more, he rode off down the quiet street, disappearing into the darkness.

#marko the lost boys #the lost boys #marko x reader #the lost boys x reader #the lost boys imagine

[factual-fantasy]

FNAF AU Masterpost :000

()The FNAF storyline in chronological order;

Before Gregory’s arrival... (ALL OUTDATED)

How the years go by.. (outdated designs)

Not what it used to be. (outdated designs)

Moon malfunction (Lore comic) (outdated)

Good morning sunshine! (Sort of lore, mostly a joke, still outdated-)

Start AU, Post Gregory’s arrival. (MOST ARE OUTDATED)

Foxy returns 1.0 (outdated)

After all this time.. (outdated)

Foxy Returns 2.0 (lore comic): Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4. (outdated)

Bonnie Returns (lore comic): Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4. (outdated)

Meet DJ and DA! (lore comic) (outdated)

A Gator and a Bunny (lore comic): Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, 

Bits and pieces (lore comic): Part 1, Part 2,

Teaser images (canonicity is questionable)

RECAP/REPAIR ANNOUNCEMENT

I am here. (teaser image)

FNAF AU Recap/Repair Project

Diner Days (part 1)

Glamrock era (part 2)

Moon Malfunction 2.0 announcement (part 2.5)

~~~

AUs of AUs

Meet the main Partial swaps :’( 

Partial swap heights

FNAF related, either jokes, not cannon or other:

WHERE’S THE CHILD (Joke comic)

Glamrock and Funtime bears! 

ME? SHORT?? (Joke comic)

Drawing animatronics tutorial

Why cant you just draw us with a mouse?

THERE IS A LORE RELATED REASON

First attempt VS recent attempt.(DJ Music Man)

Meet Glamrock DJ! (Draw pile)

We’re best friends.. I just know it. (comic)

..Do ye need a hug lad?

Heh, shorty Part 1 and Part 2

Teasers for AU rebuild

DJMM, Moony and Sunny shenanigans

DJMM, Moony and Sunny shenanigans again

BUTT CHEEKS

PUBBY

IS THAT ALL YOU’VE GOT, BIG GUY?

Beach fun! (part 1)

Beach fun! (part 2)

Glamrock Fredbear and Spring Bonnie!

Foxy snoot drawing tutorial :0

DJ, Moon, Sun, Fredbear AND Spring Bonnie doodles???

THE BUDDY SYSTEM-

Sister Location:

Memes!

First look at the cast!

I FORGOT FUNTIME CHICA

Polished memes, including funtime Chica!

Idiots, all of them

Lookin sharp, Foxy! XD

FNAF Doodles: 

Post 1, Post 2 (concept sketches), DJ and Moony!, Post 4, (Drawpile) Post 5, (spoooooky), Sketch dump! BIG doodle dump!

FNAF memes: 

Post 1, Post 2, Post 3, Post 4, Post 5,

FNAF related asks posts:

Post 1, Post 2, Post 3 (doodle included), Post 4, Post 5, Post 6, Post 7, Post 8, Post 9, Post 10, Post 11. Post 12, Post 13, Post 14, Post 15, Post 16, Post 17, Post 18, Post 19, Post 20, Post 21, Post 22, Post 23, Post 24, Post 25, Post 26, Post 27, Post 28, Post 29, Post 30, Post 31, Post 32, Post 33, Post 34, Post 35, Post 36, Post 37, Post 38, Post 39, Post 40, Post 41, Post 42, Post 43, Post 44, Post 45, Post 46, Post 47, Post 48, Post 49, Post 50, Post 51, Post 52, Post 51, Post 52, Post 53, Post 54, Post 55, Post 56, Post 57, Post 58, Post 59, Post 60, Post 61, Post 62, Post 63, Posts 64, Post 65, Post 66, Post 67(w/sister location), Post 68, Post 69, Post 70, Post 71, Post 72, Post 73, Post 74, Post 75, Post 76, Post 77(1900 post!), Post 78, Post 79, Post 80, Post 81, Post 82, Post 83,

#Never made a master post before #Is this how they're supposed to look?? #I have no idea how to do this... #so if you see a way I can improve it let me know! <XD

[alohastyles-x]

Hi! I had a request for your cruel summer event if you don’t mind :)

Kate Bishop x fem!Reader, Wildest Dreams (like, all of it?), fluff/smut

Totally fine if you don’t want to!

“She said “let’s get out of this town, drive out from the city, away from the crowds” | “She’s so tall and handsome as hell, she’s so bad but she does it so well” | “You'll see me in hindsight Tangled up with you all night Burning it down Someday when you leave me I bet these memorie Follow you around | “Say you'll remember me Standing in a nice dress Staring at the sunset, babe Red lips and rosy cheeks Say you'll see me again Even if it's just pretend”

note: this is a part of my Cruel Summer (Marvel's Version) Project, running all summer long. "totally fine if you don't want to", nonnie how could i NOT?! I also was unaware how popular kate is for fics on here rn, so I will be hyperfixating hard thank youuuuu. Clearly I am using your ask nonnie to manifest tf out of some romance in my life that I am so lacking hahahah. anyways, I hope you enjoy bby! <3

wordcount: 1.7k

trope / pairing: kate bishop x Fem Reader , fluff&smut

warnings: smutty smut smut at the end, but like a sweet smut (still 18+ tho)

Materslist | Marvel Masterlist | Cruel Summer (Marvel's Version) Masterlist |

The full moon hung low in the sky, cascading the entire highway in a bath of moonlight. The sight was breathtaking, and Kate couldn’t decide which view she liked more- you sitting in the passenger seat, or the illuminated landscape before you two. 

It had been her idea to leave the city in the dead of night and take a drive until you found a secluded spot for just the two of you. It had come to her when she saw you leaning on the balcony talking to Clint, overlooking the city. The sun was setting, casting a glow around you. You were so pretty, she knew she had to get you by yourself. 

You were still in your attire from the charity event earlier, Kate in her sleek black suit, and you in your matching black dress. It was Kate’s favorite dress on you, as it hugged your curves in all her favorite ways. The two of you were still thriving off the energy of the charity event, unable to sleep, which is how the two of you ended up in Kate's car. 

You instantly agreed, knowing damn well you’d follow her anywhere she wanted to go- especially in that suit. The way the dark material softened her pale skin made her look incredible. A sight before your eyes. 

“Where are we even going?” You asked, a giggle following. If you knew Kate at all, you knew she had a plan. It may have been a loose one, but a plan none-the-less.

“Okay, so I remember seeing this cute little dinner a few towns over on my way back from the last mission, and I just knew I had to take you. So that’s what we're doing, were finding the diner.” Kate responded, looking to you hopeful. You stared at her, before busting out in laughter. 

“Kate! It is the middle of the night!”

“It’s open 24 hours!” Kate defended herself, laughing with you. 

“Do you remember anything else besides it being a ‘couple towns over’?” 

“I remember it was pink and blue, like a ‘50’s themed diner, and that its open 24 hours. That is about it,” Kate responded. 

“Alright, mission received, Hawkeye.” You saluted her, and turned your attention to the deserted highway. 

There was nothing but trees in either direction, making it difficult to see far off in the distance. That didn’t stop you from trying though. The nearest exit was still five miles away, so you waited patiently for the signs showing local food spots off the exit, while trying to peer through the dark woods blanketing the highway. 

Finally, a sign appeared, illuminated under some lights. 

MCDONALDS 0.2 mi 

DANS DINER o.3 mi 

“Oh, look! There’s a dinner off this exit, should we try it?” You said, hopeful. 

“Yeah, yeah lets do it!” 

As the exit approached, Kate veered off, following the sign until the Diner appeared. It was decorated in browns and gold-  clearly decorated by a man without a single interior design bone in his body. Kate grimaced as she looked it over.  The parking lot was dark, with only a single, flickering street light on the property. The diner was empty, save for the cook who stared menacingly out the windows. You swallowed a gulp, afraid he’d hear it even through the glass. 

“Definitely not this one,” she said, turning the car around. 

“Oh, thank god,” you whispered. The diner did not look the friendliest, or the cleanest for that matter. 

“There’s definitely at least one family of roaches in there,” you said, earning a laugh from Kate. 

“Oh at least, but definitely more.”

The two of you drove for another hour, pulling off at any diner you spotted. None of them were even remotely close, all decorated horribly and didn’t look the least bit appealing. The search was becoming exhausting, and you were starving by this point. You were just about to ask Kate if you could turn back, maybe stop somewhere else, but she suddenly slammed on the breaks. 

“Kate! What are you doing, you’re in the middle of the road, you can’t just stop like this!” You yelled, frantically looking behind you to make sure no cars were coming.

“I found it!” She squealed, pointing. Just ahead stood a tall sign, lit with neon that read “Callie’s Diner”. Below, sat a quaint little dinner, brightly lit with multiple guests eating there. 

“Oh my god we found it!” You smiled. Your stomach rumbled just then, as if echoing your statement. With that, Kate began driving again, veering off at the exit. 

She parked the car in the lot, and the two of you got out. It was just how Kate described it, like a time capsule from the 50’s. The booths were light blue and pink, matching the painted walls. Bright green plants sat in the corners, giving the place a lively feel to it. There was one waitress, who moved around on roller skates between the kitchen and the booths. 

“Woah, this is so cool!” You said, as the two of you settled into an empty booth. 

“Isn’t it? I knew you’d love it.” Seeing Kate enthusiastic about something she wanted to show you warmed your heart. The simple fact that she saw a place and instantly thought of you was enough to reassure any fears you may have had. 

Kate was definitely the greatest thing to ever happen to you, and the feeling was mutual. She loved the way you could light up a room with just your smile, how contagious your laugh was. The way you drummed your fingers against any surface near you when you were bored. She loved every little thing about you, and couldn’t wait to spend the rest of her life with you. 

The two of you ordered food and some milkshakes, and scarfed everything down in what should have been a record time. Driving and searching really exasperated the two of you. But no matter how tired or starving the two of you were, you couldn’t help but have fun, just enjoying being in each others company. Kate had stuck her finger in the whip cream of the milkshake, before bopping you on the nose, leaving remnants of whip cream on it. You scoffed, mocking offense, before attempting to do the same thing back. It just ended with Kate getting whip cream in her hair and on her suit- which just led to her laughing even harder. 

Kate paid, and tipped the waitress, and the two of you walked back out to the car. It was still dark out, the kind of dark that is seemingly the darkest, just before the sun begins to rise. The parking lot was flooded in light from the street lamp, creating a perfect little haven out in the car. By now, the rest of the lot was empty, save for the employee cars on the side. 

“What now?” You asked Kate. 

“I have an idea,” Kate smiled sheepishly, before jumping in the backseat. You giggled, knowing exactly where her mind went. The two of you hadn’t had alone time in weeks, since Kate got sent on an extended mission across the country, 

Kate folded the seats down with some effort, as the left one always loves to get stuck, and brought you close in her arms. Her soft lips found yours with urgency as she let her hands run all over your body. Your hands made your way into her hair, tugging ever so slightly as she deepened the kiss. A moan reverberated through your body as her tongue danced with yours. 

Her hand slipped the straps of your dress off, moving to take it all the way off. A breath hitched in her throat at the lacy garments you wore underneath, anticipating this moment from the moment you got dressed earlier. 

“So beautiful,” she whispered, moving to kiss down your neck, and then your chest. Another moan escaped you as you rolled your head back, her teeth nipping gently at your skin. You moved to straddle her lap, while taking her jacket off. 

The two of you undressed each other fairly quickly,  not wanting to waste a single second. As she tugged your lacy silk underwear to the side, she slipped a finger in between the folds of you, your wet slick coating your fingers. 

“You’re so wet for me, baby,” Kate praised, as she began to rub you gently. The feeling was euphoric as she  worked around your clit, her fingers finding their way inside you. You shuddered out a gasp as she pushed another finger inside. 

“Oh god,” you moaned. 

“You feel so good,” Kate moaned back, her breath hot against your own. She pushed you down gently, moving slowly as she made her way down your chest, leaving a trail of soft kisses. Her mouth was soft against your skin, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. A blush crept up on your cheeks. No matter how many times she had seen you like this, you were always nervous. 

Sensing your nervousness, she gave your hand a squeeze, before dipping her head between your thighs. The sight itself was almost enough to send you over the edge, as she looked up at you. Her tongue worked its way around your heat, as she lapped you up- the taste of you exquisite against her tongue. 

“Oh, god Kate, that feels amazing,” you whispered, reaching out to try and grab anything to cling to. Of course, there was nothing in her car aside from supplies from past missions, so you reached down to grab her hair instead, pulling her even closer to you. She moaned against you, glancing up to see your reaction. 

“Fuck, Kate, I’m going to -” You couldn’t finish, as the familiar euphoric feeling rushed over you, your body spasming underneath the grip Ktae had on your waist. She held you down firmly, determined to let you ride your high all the way, until you were left panting and numb on her face. 

 She grinned as she moved to be above you, kissing you passionately. 

“Come back to me, baby,” she whispered, her palm resting softly on your cheek. You leaned into her touch, trying your hardest to smile. Exhaustion overcame you as you laid helplessly beneath her. She grinned, leaning down to kiss your lips once more before putting her shirt back on. 

“We will definitely be finishing this in the morning after a good night's sleep,” she said, finding your dress. She helped slip it over your shoulders, and down your body, the ghost of her fingertips sending shivers down your spine. 

#kate bishop smut #kate bishop x reader #kate bishop fuff #kate bishop #kate bishop fic #cruel summer project #<33333 #alohastylesx #alohastylesx works #kate bishop fluff #kate bishop imagine #kate bishop fic rec #kate bishop x female reader #kate bishop x fem!reader #marvel fic #marvel x taylor swift #kate bishop x taylor swift #taylor swift inspired #nonnie baby🦋

[teddybearsims]

oc(s) as obscure associations - august milan

thank you for the tag @raiiny-bay 💖

ANIMAL: jaguar  COLORS: pink, purple, and cyan (full rainbow tbh) MONTH: october SONGS [leave me alone - kaytranada] [father figure - george michael] [drugs - upsahl] NUMBER: 1 PLANTS: venus flytrap SMELLS: overly expensive cologne, menthol cigarettes and weed GEMSTONE: opal TIME OF DAY: 10pm (aka when his goblin streaming hours begin) SEASON: fall PLACES: rooftop overlooking the city, the smoking area outside of a club, early morning diner FOOD: a big beefy burger with a side of boxed mac n’ cheese or poutine DRINKS: coconut water, cold brews ELEMENT: earth ASTROLOGICAL SIGNS: scorpio w/ leo sun + gemini moon SEASONINGS: chilli oil  SKY: cloudy WEATHER: stormy night MAGICAL POWER: necromancy WEAPONS: gold plated .50 caliber pistol SOCIAL MEDIA: twitch, twitter, & tiktok MAKEUP PRODUCT: soleil lip blush from tom ford CANDY: jolly ranchers or rainbow strips METHOD OF LONG DISTANCE TRAVEL: private jet ART STYLE: urban  FEAR: abandonment  MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: caught between a phoenix and a pegasus PIECE OF STATIONARY: glittery pen THREE EMOJIS: 🐻 💥 🧁 CELESTIAL BODY: sun I tag: @piconoodlez @zinxsims @madfeary @simulation-machine @meoanii @intramoon @theosconfessions 💖

#tag game #:** #ts4 #sorry if anyones been tagged already :'') #sim: august #I think ill do a separate post for bear eheh

[enchantinglyjade]

Milk & Honey - Ch. 1

Austin!Elvis x Black!OC

Masterlist

Prologue | Next 

Summary: After a few weeks of working at her new job at Club Handy, Honey meets someone new, or does she?

Warning: Swearing, racial issues(you know just cute 1950′s stuff), 

Note: I’ve watched at least 30 hours worth of 50’s movies this week specifically for writing this story, so if you need any recs I gotchu. Anyways, lets dive in!

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Ma and I moved to Memphis a few months back, Tupelo just wasn’t putting food on the table anymore. Ma’s getting older and I don’t have any other friends or family, so it’s on me to take care of us. I know I have to be a pillar of strength and support for Ma, but I still have dreams of my own that I’m determined not to give up on.

Elvis and his family left Tupelo the summer after I turned 11, Thomas following suit shortly after. Thomas’ family moved to Atlanta after his dad found himself a nice job of some kind, but Elvis never told me where he was going. 

Elvis grew shy and more distant towards me the older we got, causing that connection we once had to slowly slip away. Of course, I still missed him when he left, but things didn’t leave off how I had expected them to when we were growing up.

I always took it as him finally trying to learn how to fit in with his own people. Can’t blame him. I would have too, if I could have.

In fact, Ma used to teach me how to talk, going as far as scolding me for using slang in her company. She told me I needed to act more ‘proper’ and ‘educated’, which was her way of saying ‘white’. She’d dress me in the most ordinary clothes and wrap my curls up and away from other’s eyes, anything to keep me from standing out. When the boys would run around and ride bikes or play sports, she’d keep me back in the shade, hoping if I dodged the sun enough my skin would lighten over time and help me pass as a white woman.

It didn’t.

Of course, she never directly told me these were the reasons behind her actions because I was only a child, but I knew.

It all made sense.

Honestly, I’m not mad.

Though, I never understood why she tried so hard. It don’t take a genius to know I was born to stand out. Just a glance in the mirror is enough to see the obvious. But all the world wanted to do was hide me.

After the youngest boys left, it was just me and Michael. We’d hang out sometimes, but- it wasn’t the same. 

Michael and I were both awkward teens that didn’t really have nothing in common to begin with. He was difficult to talk to, and I always found myself cutting our meetings short. But honestly, it was because I missed Elvis.

Micheal didn’t see art and music that same way Elvis and I did, he didn’t feel it.

But, it didn’t matter anyways, because one day he up and left too.

I hated the growing feeling of isolation in that small, ghetto town of ours, not to mention the lack of excitement and money. So, I talked Ma into moving to the closest, job filled city. Memphis. I told her I wanted to start working so I could afford a proper education one day, but she never saw all the newspapers I hid under my pillow.

“Free-rolling, new race records corrupt our youth as a new sound sweeps over the South. One thing these rising artists have in common: Beale Street.”

It sounded exhilarating.

Wasn’t too hard to convince her. She would have taken anything over finding me working a plantation like she did.

The population in Memphis was mostly black, which made Ma feel comfortable. However, this did not make it any easier for me.

Jobs.

They like representation. The ‘right’ kind of representation.

Diners were filled and busy, and as desperate as I was, I’d be damned before I became a nurse or washed white folks dirty drawers as a laundress. Not that they accepted my request to work there anyways. Didn’t like that I was mixed white. Told me they couldn’t get caught representing all that nonsense.

But then I found Club Handy. On accident actually.

You see, Ma doesn’t like me walking around during the day, too many people to see me, and if I do decide to show myself in the sun, she’d always put me in a headscarf and make me promise to never look people in the eyes.

Being mixed left me with some… unconventional features.

She had me do this since I was little so people would never see my differences. The awareness that mixed kids were even being born was enough to make the right person go mad, Ma feared those people would find me one day.

But anyways, back to Club Handy. I was out for a nightly stroll, thinking no one would be out to see me, but boy was I wrong. Most of the city was asleep except for one place it wasn’t. Instruments were blasting sound onto the streets that could be heard from miles away. I couldn’t help but follow it. In front of me was a small, baby blue building with a bright neon sign and shadowed figures dancing and playing together behind the curtains of the windows.

It was beautiful, it was new, it was exciting. It was exactly where I needed to be.

But I couldn’t get in.

Private property they told me. Had to be a real musician… and I wasn’t.

I begged them to let me play there just once, but I never even got past the bouncers. They were right though. Sure I had practiced, wrote a few lyrics here and there, but I was nothing compared to Big Mama Thornton or Tharpe like they had in there. But I knew I’d be better with just a little exposure and I was determined to get it.

I spent days learning how to set aside my dignity until I finally asked them for a job I knew they’d hire me as.

A cleaner.

Obviously, not what my heart wanted, but it was a start. It’d buy me time to learn more and develop my voice until I was really ready.

It was a risky job. Had to hide it from Ma. Pay was low too, but it was a colored bar, so it was expected. Nonetheless, I got food back on the table.

I felt bad for lying though. Technically, I told Ma the truth about coming here for better job opportunities. I just never told her which one. As far as she knows, I'm a waitress at a cute little restaurant on the blackest street of town where I serve milkshakes to Harriet Tubman and everyone shits out great moral values for our youth of today. I could never tell her I wanted to be a singer at a nightclub where everyone bumps and grinds till 3 in the morning.

However, even though I got the job, there were still some major complications. The owner, Sunbeam, as kind as he is, was still highly aware of my differences and their negative connotations, even in the black community. Therefore, I was stationed in the back, where I was never in the direct line of customers.

Busy days were becoming more and more frequent as the club only rose in popularity. Sunbeam was getting more strict on who he let play. Only the best of the best got in, and only the best of them actually got to perform. You had to be a creative, bold, visionary to make it here.

Luckily, I had the vision. Unfortunately, I lacked the action.

It’s a slow day today, so Sunbeam was comfortable allowing me out to clean tables every so often. I’d bring dirty dishes to the back, then come out to restock the bar area, trying my best to sneak peeks at the new acts.

Arms full of dishes, I excuse myself to Jackson, the bartender, and bend down to fill any empty slots on the shelf below the counter with freshly washed and warm cocktail glasses and beer mugs.

“Ah! There you are, man!” I hear a customer call from not too far to my left. I glance around the counter, watching as a man walks past the bar towards the doors of the nightclub.

“You know I’d never pass up some good music.” A deep southern accent responds.

A lump forms in my throat upon seeing the last person I had expected to walk through these doors. In the entrance stands a white man.

I hide further behind the counter, preparing myself in case things go south, but after seeing his youth, soft smile, and oversized, baggy tux, perhaps he was of no harm. Maybe having an identity crisis, but mostly harmless. Regardless of who he is, he’s still that last person here I want to run into. I could think he’s fine now, but who knows what he’ll do if he sees me.

I watch as the white man steps further into the club. The black couples seated near the door eye him til he and his friend sit at their own table. He sits, smiling at his friend, throwing his head back in laughter as they talk. He has a playful darkness in his eyes. They’re filled with mystery and wonder behind the few strands of blond hair that fell into his face.

Honestly, he’s kinda cute, but I shouldn’t think that way.

A new singer takes their place on stage, setting up their equipment. I take a glass from my arms and notice that it’s still wet. I grab the towel hanging from my apron and wipe off the few droplets while I study the music being played. I take in everything. They way they move. The way they sing. The way they flick their wrist.

It was inspiring, hypnotizing.

That’d be me one day. I just know it. I felt it inside of me; the passion to perform. One day all those years of watching, waiting, and daydreaming would go to use. One day.

“Hey there, sir. Could you fix me up a nice Pepsi-Cola, please?”

Shit. I jump, ducking further behind the counter. It’s him, right on the other side of the bar.

Jackson lets out a breathy laugh. “Easy enough,” he mumbles. He turns around to reach for a cola, popping off the lid and handing him the glass. “Here you go, sir.”

He tips the glass towards him as a thanks, before tilting his head back to take a sip. He hums in satisfaction, placing the bottle back down on the counter as he takes in the club once more.

Jackson glances down at me for a moment with an amused smirk. Luckily, Jackson’s one of the most kind and understanding people here, so he knows exactly why I’m basically hiding behind his legs like a scared puppy dog.

I wait a few moments longer, not even daring to peek and check if he’s still there. I hear someone step down from one of the stools and walk further away from the bar. I assume it was him, considering how close in proximity it sounded. I sigh in relief, starting to cramp up in my hunched position, finally standing, but not before completely missing Jackson’s silent warnings. I spin around only to come face to face with the very person I was hiding from.

“Well, hey there, little miss. Where’d you come from?” He says wide eyed with an amused laugh.

For a moment, I'm dumbstruck, absolutely wide eyed and frozen, unable to do anything but stare him right in those bright, baby blue eyes. And from the looks of it, he seems to be having a similar problem.

“My, you have you some beautiful eyes.” He compliments.

I can't tell if he's being serious. Technically, this is my first time speaking to a white man, besides Elvis and the occasional run in with his father, but that was different. This is a stranger. Sure, I had seen white people from afar, but to be this up close and personal with one of them is new. And now this guy's complimenting me? I've never been approached in this fashion… by anyone, really.

He chuckles at my lost gaze. “What’s your name, lil darlin?” He asks with his deep, southern drawl.

I feel a heavy blush rise to my cheeks. That's not supposed to happen. 

I quickly snap out of my trance, realizing the man is still waiting for a response. “Um, Honey.” I answer, scratching the back of my neck.

He pauses to process, narrowing his eyes and studying me closely for some reason. “I used to have a friend with that name...” He states dubiously.

Now it’s my turn to squint at him. I take in his face, his features: blue eyes, blonde hair…

No, could be anyone.

I shrug off the thought, “Didn’t know there were any white girls named Honey.” I comment slyly, skeptically eyeing him over.

He chuckles, thumbing the sweat on his glassed cola. “There’s not. At least, that I know.”

I raise an eyebrow at this, curious. What kind of people is this kid hanging around? “You got a lot of black friends?”

“Is that so hard to believe?” He grins.

I guess if he's up in a place like this I shouldn't be so surprised, but still. “Yes.”

Normally, I wouldn’t feel this comfortable talking to any kind of stranger, but something about this guy was just so… familiar– so comfortable. 

He chuckles, “I guess it would be.” He props his head up, resting it on his knuckles. “I s’pose you didn’t grow up in ol’ Tupelo, Mississippi?” He takes another sip of his drink, looking off in the distance as if he’s not expecting a yes out of me. Little does he know.

Immediately upon hearing his question my face drops. Is it-? He couldn’t be-?

I shake my head in disbelief, a small smile creeping onto my lips as my heart immediately begins to recognize the boy in front of me despite what my eyes can barely grasp. He notices the change in my expression, letting his jaw drop. His eyes find mine as we both realize the other’s identity. “Uh uh, ain’t no way.” He mutters, running his hands through his hair while he shakes his head.

“Elvis…?” I just barely whisper.

A large grin appears on his face. He jumps over the bar, completely oblivious to the eyes on him, and pulls me into a big hug. I gasp, embracing him back. “God, I barely recognized you!” I exclaim, pulling back to look at him. “I’m surprised you ain’t forgotten me by now. I’m sure you have a whole posse of friends now. I mean… look at you!” I chuckle nervously. Lord. And I used to think he was cute when we were little.

He scoffs, playfully rolling his eyes at me. “You don’t forget a friend of that many years.” He leans to the side, resting his forearm on the wooden counter with a… mischievous smile. “ And trust me, darlin,” he begins. “I’m the one who’s really shocked here. I mean…” His eyes scan my body up and down. He takes a deep breath, cocking his head to the side with a shy, yet suggestive chuckle. “You’re definitely a woman now.”

My heart thumps ferociously in my chest, hands sweating nervously as my former best friend begins to notice me in a way I had only once dreamed of.

He pulls at the collar of his button up, clearing his throat. “Well, I oughta get back, but uh, I’ll be back to you later.” I nod, still too embarrassed to say anything. He backs away, eyeing me with that dumb grin of his that I used to hate and love so much as a kid. He turns back to his friend but not before shooting me one last flirtatious smirk and wink before sitting down.

I can’t help but giggle as my blush darkens. I turn back to the bar, unable to stop myself from smiling like a gummy idiot. Jackson raises his eyebrow at me, chuckling to himself as he sees my flusteredness. I flash him a quick and embarrassed grin, before scurrying back to the kitchen.

The rest of the night goes by painfully slow. My previous ear for music now directed to the sound of my heart, though I try my best to focus on my work in front of me. Eventually, the club drains out as closing time nears, Elvis and his friend being the last left. I take the time to wipe down tables and flip chairs, prepping the area for sweeping and mopping.

I glance over at Elvis for the nth time tonight. I can’t believe I’m seeing my childhood best friend again, all grown up and a man now no less. It warms my heart seeing as his open and playful personality hasn’t diminished over the many years and that he never lost touch of our roots.

He started doing his hair differently. All pushed back and messy.

It looks good on him.

As I take in his new look, I find myself pathetically oblivious to the fact that I’m fully staring at him, and that he’s aware that I’m doing so. He lets out a laugh as he excuses himself to his friend, who takes the time to go over and speak with Jackson.

Oh, Lord. I’ve gone and invited him over now. What do I say? Maybe I’ll just play off the fact that I was looking at him all night, make it into some small joke. Oh, he’s gonna know I’ve been all goo goo eyes for him since the day we were born. Maybe I should just walk out. ‘Sorry, busy,’ I’ll tell him. Is that rude? Oh! Maybe I’ll-

“I didn’t forget about you, if that’s what’s troublin’ you.” He teases with an annoyingly cocky grin.

I snap my head up towards him with wide eyes, before quickly snapping it back down in embarrassment to look at the table I was cleaning before he had come over. I narrow my eyes, attempting to play it off. “Nothin’s troublin’ me, Elvis.” I assure him.

He hums, not at all convinced as his cocky grins turns into a prideful one. “Really? ‘Cause from where I was standing, you were looking pretty troubled to me.”

I roll my eyes, but can’t fight the smile on my face. “What do you want, Elvis?” A defeated sigh heavy in my voice.

He shrugs bashfully, looking down at his feet. “I wanted to catch up with you. Been a while.” He says softly.

My eyes fall guilty to the floor. “Well,” I begin. “That’s very kind of you, but I’m afraid much ain’t changed.” I say with a sigh. It was true. New city. Same problems.

He scoffs. “That ain’t true, otherwise you’d still be down there, wouldn’t you? What brought you up to Memphis?”

“Money.” I say bluntly.

He lets out a chuckle. “How’s Ma?” A softer look in his eyes. 

I sigh once more, dropping my shoulders. “Lonely.”

He looks down at me with an empathetic look, knowing she still misses my dad.

Ma and Dad met in Alabama. Dad was the son of a plantation owner and Mom was the maid. They spent so much time together that eventually they fell in love. They started fooling around, got caught by his folks. They thought something was wrong with his head and called the cops on him. Ma found out she was pregnant, ran to Mississippi and Daddy got locked up. Elvis and I had that little bit in common. 

I never met my dad. In fact, he had no idea I even exist. Other than that, she never really told me nothing about my dad.

“Yeah, it be like that…” Elvis says, trailing off as he stares at nothing in particular on the floor.”

I clear my throat, attempting to change the subject. “Well, what have you been up to then?”

A small smile returns to his face. “Oh, you know, school. Been going around as a truck driver.” He shrugs his shoulders, trying to appear nonchalant about his recent activities.

I nod slowly. A young truck driver hanging around these parts. I’m sure he gets by well in his community. “How’d you come by Club Handy? Most people like you don’t come around here…”

He laughs, amusedly smiling at me as he leans against the nearest table. “I assume you mean white?” He chuckles when he sees my eyes guiltily look away. "I just really like the music. Can't find it nowhere else."

My smile widens. "S'good to hear you still like music so much."

"You have no idea." He says with a hint of mischief in his eyes. Our eye lock onto each other's. I try my best not to let his gaze get to me, but my lips betray me, forming into a flustered smile which causes me to break our little staring contest out of shyness.

I watch in my peripheral view as he bites his lips, letting it curl into a devilish smirk. I shake my head. “Mama always warned me about you.” I say with a chuckle, looking back up at him.

He stares at me, taken aback, but still amused. “Oh, did she now?” He raises a brow at me.

I nod matter-of-factly. “Mhmm. Said you was all kinds of trouble.”

He takes big nods as he very obviously processes this new information. He accepts it. “I guess I am.” I raise an eyebrow, not expecting him to answer in such a way. 

He glances down at me with a new found sense of confidence. 

“How bout you?”

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-Tag List-

@mirandastuckinthe80s​ @queenslandlover-93​

#elvis #elvis presley #elvis 2022 #elvis movie #elvis biopic #austin butler #austin butler x reader #elvis presley x reader #fanfic #oc fanfiction #black fanfiction #black reader #fanfiction #oc

[starlightstudio1987]

Hi! I love your artstyle! May we please have more Glamdrop information?

EEEE Tysm <333

I actually got rlly excited when I saw this come into my inbox so I decided to make more content of these sillies. I was alr redrawing their refs anyway jfdsklf

To start off, here are their refs! Their designs have not changed much (at least not in these photos), but I do have lil tidbits of info!

Both of them work in the Celestial Roller Rink; Sun as a waiter in the dining area of the rink and Moon as a teacher/supervisor for the rink itself. Moon keeps an eye on everybody skating around, teaching/helping those who need it and hosting skating games throughout the day! Sun, along with a few designated STAFF bots, take care of the diner. Sun just takes care of giving people their food; people can order with the screens at their tables and then the STAFF bots cook the food.

Sun has a built in jukebox, that’s what’s on his chest. There is a coin slot in the middle along with a touch screen. People can pay 50 cents before using the touchscreen to find the song they want (of course it has to be age appropiate!) Once selected, the song plays through the speakers around the diner!

Moon has a split down the middle of his chest, which can open up; inside he keeps medical supplies in case of any emergencies/injuries. He hates the idea of not being prepared for any situation to come. Plus, children fall or slip all the time, especially when first learning to skate!

The bottom plate of their skates are actually retractable. With a click of the heel, the skates return back inside!

Here’s my favorite part of their designs! They have blacklight colors! A few days of every month, the rink will have special blacklight days where the rink looks almost completely different. Even the food is special! Some of the dishes will have special plates or ingredients that allow them to glow in the dark. The decorations and tables/chairs also glow too! The rink will also host different games for those few days, along with a treasure hunt. If a child can find the special glowing item hidden somewhere in the rink, then they can exchange it for a special prize!

Both of our boys have gotten a bit of a personality change as well!

Sun is the bolder of the two. Of course, he is still a very kind soul and loves the children dearly, but he has a shorter temper now, especially when adults are acting out. He’s more inclined to make snarky remarks now. You’d be surprised how many rude people there are in customer service. Moon is defintely more laid back now, but still tends to keep an open eye out of habit from his security protocols.

#fnaf moon #moon fnaf #moondrop #security breach #daycare attendant #sundrop #fnaf sb #five nights at freddy's #sun fnaf #fnaf sun #fnaf security breach #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf au #fnaf ruin

[shadzytarts]

[ID: Digital art of Sun wearing an open yellow cardigan. They have a short green shirt with white polkadots, and dark blue poke out underneath with a blue ascot around their neck. She has one hand up to her face, the other loosely hanging in the air. Her expression has wide eyes and an O like mouth, as well as a light pink blush as if she's hearing some gossip. End ID.]

50's Diner sun belongs to @bam-stroker ! from their "Rest Stop In The Stars" fic! Wanted to draw a cute fun expression

#50s diner sun #rest stop in the stars #my art #digital art

[heirloomcaterpilllar442]

Types of People: Board Games 

Monopoly- wears velvet suits to prom and top hats as a joke but loves it unironically, listens to opera, drives downtown late at night and listens to people while they talk, has seventeen credit cards and yet always manages to get out of jail free, eats at fast food restaurants but only on Tuesdays when they forget to make reservations, sleeps in a four poster bed and having a radio collection, wears shoes, smiles like they robbed a bank when they see someone they love, wears simple and elegant jewelry and is the best tour guide in all of town especially when it comes to the places you can’t afford. 

Chutes and Ladders- random calls at three am, car rides through haunted corn fields, maybe eats rotisserie chicken at the back of math class, likes to have painted nails but they’re always chewed down to the quick, swimming at the local pool and playing mermaids with the random kids whose parents are busy chatting, simultaneously trying to save the world and just have fun while they can, fun sock patterns, plays too much on their phone, they take people for granted and miss them too much when they’re gone.

Clue- long hair that gets frizzy in the rain, sharp angles and floaty scarves, threatens to kill people as a joke but their eyes tell you maybe they mean it more than they’d let on, cracked lips from the cold and Vaseline in lil dollar tree pill bottles, plays Barbies with kids and makes the drama way too intense, watches the moon more than they watch the sun because they know that night is the best time for mysterious creatures to come out, is a sweet person but only until you lose their trust, nothing is as it seems because with them, you never know exactly where to look. 

Guess Who- seems to try and be a lot of different people at once without ever losing themselves at the core, likes to cut their sandwich crusts off and feed them to the birds, wears clothes a size too big or three sizes too small because while they’re pretending they know what they want, they’re still trying to find what’s worth having, they eat skittles like it’ll solve world hunger, empty red booths at 50’s diners because they’d rather be dancing with a stranger than sitting with the people most important to them, a person of many hats and accessories, may wear wigs or glasses, everything’s up in the air with them and while you’re not exactly comfortable with that, you know they’re steadier than they seem at first. 

Russian Roulette - loves winter holidays, likes spending time with family and friends, yells at you when you’re doing stupid stuff because they want you to be safe, kicks over trash cans when mad or in love or mad because they’re in love, shops at thrift stores but only when buying lamps and dolls, has a million things to say but they don’t always match the situation, can end up sounding out of place but when they time their jokes right is one of the most hilarious people you know, collects quotes and runs of out of storage space on their phone, plays word games with people online, you know there’s a lot going on in their lives just by looking at them and that makes you want to be their friend. 

Trivial Pursuit- puts their academic awards up in their room and likes to explain what they’re all for, has shoes lined up neatly in their closet and when one gets misplaced they search high and low before returning it to its home safely, likes to read poetry in graveyards but sometimes watches Netflix all weekend instead, has busy fingers always clicking away on a keyboard or against their desk, handwritten notes and post it stickers all over their fridge, late night walks, over coffee and biscuit talks, drinks tea and watches the sunrise while plotting how to make people feel intimidated that day. 

The Game of Life- is younger than you but seems older, hates driving in the rain, always has new friends, new jobs, either loves kids or wants to stay as far away from them as possible, carries around insurance information in case of disaster, dresses like their father/mother, likes drama films and foreign book, traveling, making huge decisions in the spur of the moment, regretting things but wanting to move on, buying too many paper towels for the weekend and throwing parties while they’re parents are away in hopes of making an impression be it positive or negative. 

Jenga- unbalanced but always grinning, means well but makes a mess of things, crookedly learning how to play the piano because they want to be part of the high rise apartment world, wears long dresses at night time and sips Diet Pepsi from champagne glasses, stares at cars while they go by and wishes they had somewhere to go, jumps into conversations too soon or misses the hint and leaves too late, honestly a sweetheart but doesn’t get invited to a lot of places because everyone’s scared they’ll break a bone, fun to around, has a bit of a temper but keeps it in check until the end of the day, loves to make cakes but burns their fingers on the pan. 

Catan- bighearted gestures, loves travel sized snacks and toiletries, always on the road, makes new friends easily but loses them just as soon if they aren’t careful, wants to leave a mark on the world but isn’t sure how, joins a lot of clubs and goes to protests every other weekend, wants to rule the world but in a subtle way where they can be in charge and still hang out with their friends on the weekend, has a cat and a horse and probably an imaginary pet owl somewhere in the mix, is magical and down to earth all at the same time. 

#types of people #board games #monopoly #personality #i love lists #oc prompt

[daisiesonafield-blog]

Info for Faith In The Future World Tour CUYAHOGA FALLS, OH, JUN 1 2023

With special guests THE ACADEMIC & SNARLS!

Important Times:

2:00PM - Early Parking Opens

4:00PM - All Parking Opens

5:00PM - Plaza Doors Open

6:00PM - Gates Open

7:00PM - Snarls

7:45 PM - The Academic

9:00 PM - Louis Tomlinson

Times are all approximate. The show information is always subject to change.

Details here.

General admission (pit tickets):

There is no line up for pit

Gate to access seats and pit opens at 6pm after the plaza has opened.

🔆⚠️ HIGH TEMPERATURE ADVISORY ⚠️🔆

Temperatures are expected to reach the 90s F (33ºC)!

Hydrate before the show, while waiting in line and during the show

For optimal hydration drink something with electrolytes such as Gatorade or LiquidIV

20oz Bottled Water unfrozen ALLOWED

Wear sunscreen!

Eat well!

Subject to change. Check the venue’s socials for updates!

Here are important policies:

The venue is CASHLESS! Pay with a card or mobile pay! If you don't have these, staff will be available on-site at the main gate merchandise booth to exchange cash for card, dollar for dollar, without any service fees.

Upgrade Add-ons: VIP Green Room Access ($125), Club Access ($110)

Parking: Free general parking is available to all ticket holders. Free parking is located in our grass parking lots approximately half a mile to a mile from our main ticket gates. ADA parking free. Closer parking pass sales ended 10 days prior to show day online at Livenation.com.

ADA info here 

Cameras: Small non-professional personal cameras are allowed in the venue. Flash photography, video, removable lens or GoPro cameras are not permitted. Flash photography, video recording and professional cameras are strictly prohibited and not allowed in the venue. Photography is allowed providing it is with a non professional personal camera with no flash. Audio recording is also prohibited.

20oz Bottled Water unfrozen ALLOWED

Food in a clear, 1-gallon ziploc bag. One bag per person ALLOWED.

Small binoculars allowed

Non-aerosol sun tan lotion and bug repellent ALLOWED

Standard size 3' diameter umbrella ALLOWED. Golf umbrellas and/or umbrellas with metal/plastic tips are not permitted

Ponchos/Raincoats ALLOWED

Blankets ALLOWED

NO Animals (except service animals)

NO drugs

NO glass, plastic or metal containers

NO coolers

NO knives, firearms, mace, pepper spray or weapons of any kind

NO Ipads

NO selfie sticks

Lawn chair rentals $15

The Allegiant Lawn is not available for purchase and the Lawn Pass is not valid for this show.

Food info here. Make a reservation for the Blossom Grille here (The first 50 diners in our reservations will receive a goody bag with Louis treats included.) It's a full-service open-air restaurant and bar. Menu here.

There is NO RE-ENTRY!

VIEW VENUE MAP

VIEW SEAT MAP

For more details click here

Bag Policy

CLEAR plastic/vinyl tote bags no larger than 12” x 6” x 12” and/or

Small clutch bags (6”x 9”). The small clutch bags do not need to be clear.

No other bags of any type will be allowed. Any bags that do not meet our guidelines must be returned to your vehicle.

For more details click here

Banners, signs and flag policy:

Signs larger than 8.5 X 11 in are not permitted into the venue. This size is a standard sheet of paper.

We do not allow in banners or signs that are larger than this due to the potential to block other guests view of the performance.

All signs must be appropriate in nature and not be a distraction to the artist.

NO Large signs, posters or flags

For more details click here

Contact:

For additional questions please call the venue at [phone]. You can also access their website. Email [email protected]. Check their twitter here and Facebook here for updates. Address: 1145 W Steels Corners Rd, Cuyahoga Falls, OH 44223

#venue policy #venue protocol #fitfwt cuyahoga falls

[freelancearsonist]

Start from the beginning.

Fuck it. Your scores at the Academy weren’t that impressive anyway, they probably would’ve just shoved you into a basement office and your face would be nothing more than one out of the hundreds of more important faces in the headquarters building.

With a heavy sigh, you take the next exit in preparation to turn tail and go home–and then your stomach growls.

Well, you have nothing planned for the foreseeable future now that you’re unemployed; it won’t hurt to stop for the late breakfast that you had to skip in order to get out of the house on time.

There’s a little mom-and-pop diner that you’ve never visited just off the interstate, but it looks like the kind of place that has griddle-cooked hashbrowns and that sounds like it would hit the perfect spot right about now. You take an exit, turn the corner, and park in a lot with only two other cars; this must not be the most popular breakfast spot.

It’s like stepping into a time capsule once you’re through the door. Red vinyl benches, black-and-white checkerboard tile floor, vintage metal Coca-Cola signs hanging on the walls. It clearly hasn’t been remodeled since the 50’s, and it’s infinitely charming despite being a little worse for wear.

“Come on in honey, snatch a seat wherever you want!” A round old woman with a kind face calls to you from behind the counter.

You take a look around to see what options there are for seating. In one booth on the far left side there’s an elderly couple sitting across from each other, picking at moderate-sized stacks of pancakes while they quietly chatter about planting season. In the furthest booth on the right side of the room, there’s a dark-haired middle-aged looking man, wearing a ratty t-shirt and Wayfarer sunglasses despite being inside. He’s dining alone, it seems, although he’s not really dining; he has only a single mug of coffee on his table and he’s staring out the window, as if waiting for someone.

You choose to sit at the counter right in the middle, equidistant from the other early morning patrons.

The graying woman with the kind face who greeted you comes over and passes you a creased and sun-faded menu.

“What’s a pretty young thing like you doing all dressed up on this side of town?” She asks–not prying, just making conversation while you hastily scan the menu for the hashbrowns you’re so desperately craving.

“Long story short… I just quit my job,” you tell her with a weighted sigh.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that, dear,” she says with a kind–if not piteous–smile. “Well, our special is half off today if you’re in need of penny-pinching.”

Lo and behold, it’s eggs and bacon with a side of griddle-cooked hashbrowns. Maybe your luck is taking a turn for the better. “That’ll be great, thanks.”

“Coming right up, honey.”

She takes the time-worn menu from your hands and shuffles into the back as she straps an apron around her waist–you have to admire the dedication it would take to run this place all by yourself.

You hear movement behind you for a moment, and then suddenly there’s someone in the stool next to yours.

“Hi there.” 

His voice is soft and deep, volume just a bit too low for the respectable distance he’s keeping. You look over–it’s the middle-aged man from the far corner, the one who had been dining alone. Like this, you’re able to get a better look at him. His fluffy hair is a little messy, like he’s been running his hands through it and tugging at the soft brown strands. There’s gray creeping into the edges of his patchy beard, framing exactly the place you’d hold if you kissed him–what a strange thought to have about a total stranger. He’s got silver rings on his fingers that contrast the gold hoop in his left earlobe. His well-worn t-shirt is a size or two too big, and he wears what appear to be baggy patterned pajama pants. You catch glimpses of ink on his wrist and forearm; but the thing that really catches your attention are his eyes. Dark and piercing, visible even through the nonchalance of him looking at you over the rims of his sepia-toned sunglasses. You could so easily get lost in those dark brown orbs.

“H-hi,” you whisper back.

His eyes dart over your face, then down the line of your neck, then down over the curve of your waist, taking you in like a slow flame consuming you. He must like what he sees, because the corner of his mouth tilts up in a salacious smirk.

“I happened to overhear you’re looking for a job.”

That’s not exactly what you said to the nice little woman behind the counter, but you have to admit you’re interested in finding out whatever it is that he’s pedaling.

“Umm… I mean, yeah. I guess I am.” 

“Amazing.” He takes a sip of black coffee from the mug in his right hand, makes a little face at the bitter taste, then clicks his tongue. “I was supposed to meet someone here, to interview them for an assistant position. But they didn’t show.”

You give him another look. You’re not exactly sure what he needs an assistant for, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t intrigued. And a little desperate–you weren’t exactly expecting to become suddenly unemployed, you don’t have savings for a situation like this.

“What’s the position?” You ask, trying not to lay your whole hand out at once.

He gives you another appraising look–those dark, chocolate brown eyes of his stare deep into your own for a long moment as if he’s trying to see straight into your soul. And then: “Do you believe in aliens? Ghosts, specters… the paranormal?”

Choose your card carefully.

The Emperor - “Yes.”

The Magician - “No.”

#heart of the cards

[bam-stroker]

IT'S DONE! IT'S DONE! IT'S DONE!!

[ID. Digital art. The robotic torso of Sun is exposed and completely bare, with arms bent behind and over their face in a stylized way. They have on a light blue and white 50s diner waitress dress that is undone on the top half. Half of their round faceplate is draped by an arm with just their smile visible. On their chest and waist a separate robot's blue arms are holding them in a caged lovers hold from behind. Sun is posed in a romance novel bevel with their legs bent and close together. Behind them is a starry night sky and pink, yellow, and turquoise googie star neon signs. In front of them in 50s neon stylization are the words "RESTSTOP in the STARS". In the top right corner it says "Can cold unfeeling metal be changed by the power of love?" End ID.]

I updated the original post with the fic link to have it on there now but also wanted to scream with delight over this fun little romance cover art being done!!!

#rest stop in the stars #cover art #my art #AHHH #this sparks so much joy!!!

[celestialboundx]

“Nono you don’t understand. MAMS should be:

Retro skyscraper capitalism industrial with liminal Pixar-Dreamworks 2000s rendering and museum modern sleek interior design mixed with wooden finish with soft lighting indoors at night and harsh office lighting indoors in the day, afternoon/late-morning blue sky sunny days in the city/park and cool blue tones on city night secret agent chase scenes. Sunset is saved for dramatic end of the movie seaside then it is allowed. Danny Elfman composition with Ben Folds execution. Orchestral piano. Credit scores are flat simple bold flashy art deco. NO BRITISH. No Tom Hiddleston. Get someone else for the role this is strictly American. 50s-60s-70s retro futurism Meet The Robinsons/Megamind/Incredible. Maybe even Curious George vibes with morning scenes. Bill Hader x Josh Gad make out scene mic booth sesh freestyle improv. Bomb threat the studio. Deliver package. Katzenberg death reference. 10AM sharp. Be there. Lock the doors.

The creators are WRONG. MAMS is NOT:

San-Francisco French Victorian loose rippled shingles orange brick lamp post swinging in the rain la la land architecture seaside shanty with uneven terrain no no NO . Not sunset diner not foggy morning not overcast or not angled sun Daniel Grubbs is already depressed he needs his sunlight before his commute. Not hetero romantic musical comedy. Not duets. Scrap Heidi all together this is a two-man show. Not Illumination-Disney-esque anything. Not pop or rap. No Owl City he has been let go unless he can work with Folds maybe for the credit score. No Shadow Dan erasure post-film. Short film shadow marriage legalization post credit scene. Lock them in the theater. Shoot anyone who looks displeased. Release date on my desk ASAP.”

#inside ramblings of a mad man #this is mostly a joke #i would *never* bomb a building.. #Heidi can stay hashtag girl power #but the rest . I’m biased #me and my shadow dreamworks #me and my shadow #Daniel Grubbs #Shadow Dan #shadowcest #Dandow