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slasherbvnnie · 1 year

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Until We Found You | Part V

Part V is finally out!! I enjoyed writing this one a lot! I still have some more chapters in mind, especially for the big reveal. Not sure how many I can write out, but I don’t see it happening anytime soon. Sorry it’s a bit short this time! The next part is going to be longer. As usual, heed the tags

Modern Day College Scream AU, Obsessed AFAB!Reader, Eventual Poly!Ghostface x reader, Eventual NSFW, All characters 18+

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part IX

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“Don’t you know the trope of never having sex in horror films?” The other line asked you, making you laugh, “you didn’t kill me the first time, why would it be any different now?” You asked as you sat out on your front porch, taking a seat on the bench outside. “What if someone else made you star in their movie, huh? Wouldn’t you be part of their film instead,” they said as you laughed, “yeah, but then it could be some big cross over. Like alien versus predator or king kong and Godzilla, I would kinda like to see that, my two boys fighting for protecting me.” You teased as they chuckled.

“I heard you wanted both of us there tonight,” they hummed, making you smile, “so you’re the one who makes the calls?” you asked before continuing, “I want you both here…alongside a new lingerie outfit too, you boys are really racking up a total. You two should take me shopping sometime.” You suggested playfully, wishing that you could go out in public with the two. “Maybe someday,” they said, sounding a little more somber now. “Will you two ever let me know who you are?” You asked, it had been on your mind lately, but the silence gave you your answer. “I guess you still can’t trust me, huh? It’s fine, I’ll find a way to prove it to you two.” You said, hearing another phone call coming in. “I have to let you go now, one of my friends is calling, I’ll see you two tonight, right?” You questioned, “we’ll be a little later tonight but don’t worry, we’ll be there.” They promised you before hanging up. Y

ou smiled, answering the new call coming in. “Hey! Me and Stu were gonna head out for lunch soon, did you wanna join? Sid’s gonna call Billy to see if he wanted to go,” Tatum’s voice said, you debated for a moment before agreeing. “Great! Me and Stu will pick you up, we can pick up Randy too afterwards,” she said as you hummed. “Sounds good, I’ll get ready now,” You said, hanging up after saying goodbye. Your eyes lingered out into the street, you couldn’t help but feel as if there was someone watching you, wondering if your secret stalker was watching over you right now. Part of you wished they’d just come out and reveal themselves to you, pull off their mask and show you their faces. You let out a sigh, getting up from the bench and heading back inside the house to get ready.By the time Stu’s car pulled up to your driveway you were ready, hair and outfit finished along with just the right amount of makeup for you.

You could hear the music playing from outside, wondering at which point in time Stu would finally lose his hearing, you gave him another 10 good years. You texted your parents that you were going out with your group again, promising them to be home before curfew. Curfew had bummed you out recently, you made a mental note to tell your masked killers that you were mad at them for making Woodsboro go under a curfew, everything sucked now that nothing was open past 6. “Hey Macher, calm it with the stereo,” you said as Stu chuckled, “can’t help it, I like making my presence known,” he said as he turned up the music louder. You rolled your eyes, chatting with Tatum as you all headed to pick up the others.

Sid and Billy met you at the restaurant, already sitting down at a booth when you all arrived. It was about an hour later, everyone finished with their food and just spending time chatting about whatever came up. “Did you guys hear about Oliver?” Randy asked as Tatum nodded, “Dewey said it was even worse than Casey and Steve, said you couldn’t recognize him at all,” she added in as your eyebrows furrowed. “Sid said the neighbors tried getting the killer, did Dewey say anything about that?” You questioned as Tatum shook her head, “no, he said the neighbor tried to shoot at them but they missed. Said they took off into the woods,” she said, you growing worried if they had been hurt. They didn’t mention anything on the phone so you assumed they weren’t, making you relax a bit. “Maybe it was your mystery date,” Randy teased, making you glare at him, “I mean we were talking about him yesterday, maybe your boyfriend got mad about him and decided to off him as some romantic present,” he added as you laughed. “Right, cause I totally want to be an accomplice,” you joked as you rolled your eyes, but you did wonder if that was true.

Oliver had bullied others as well, so you didn’t put it past them to have also been one of his victims. Though, the thought that they did it for you made your heart beat faster. “I think you cracked the code Meeks,” Billy teased, noticing your reddening cheeks, “are you all forgetting she was almost killed by them?” Sidney brought up as Stu hummed, “well she is still alive, maybe Randy was right with them doing it to cover up their tracks,” he said as you scoffed. “Can you jackasses back off before I take my turn at you?” You said jokingly, waving the butterknife on your plate around playfully.

Later that night you sat in bed, rewatching the Texas Chainsaw Massacre on your laptop with Irena purring and fast asleep on your lap. You snacked on some popcorn as you watched the movie, looking to your side as you saw Tatum calling you. You hit pause on the movie and answered as you ate another piece of popcorn, “whats up, Tate?” You asked as she quickly spoke, “holy shit! They almost got the killer!” she yelled into the phone, making you sit up. “What?” You questioned as she laughed. “The killer! They were going after some of Oliver’s friends. They were having a celebration for him and one of the guys actually fucking stabbed them! Dewey said they were chasing them down but lost them a few moments ago, they said the police are gonna be waiting at the hospital incase anyone comes in with a stab wound,” she said, you carefully moved Irena off your lap and set your laptop on your vanity as you looked out your window. You could see the black outfit moving and struggling to climb up, “shit, that’s awesome Tate, let me know if Dewey calls you again, I’m gonna go tell my parents,” You spoke, hanging up the phone and putting it down as you pushed your window open.

“Seriously? Going after the whole fucking football team?” You asked angrily, putting your hand out to help them inside. You shut the window after they got in, seeing them collapse onto the floor. “Shit, hold on,” You said as you rushed to your bathroom, grabbing the first aid kit and rushing back to their side. You were about to lift up the robe before they grabbed your wrist, pushing your hand away. You felt a little hurt that they still didn’t trust you, but pointed in the direction of the restroom. “You can patch yourself up in there, my friend said the police are going to be at the hospital, you can’t go,” you said, seeing the flashing of police lights pass by outside. “Is the other one okay?” You questioned them, getting a nod as they hubbled to the bathroom. After half an hour they emerged from the bathroom, taking a seat on your desk chair. “Are you okay? Did the bleeding stop?” You fretted over them, getting a nod as they motioned you over. They grabbed your wrist, holding your hand up to their chest so you could feel their steady heartbeat. You relaxed before pushing on their chest, huffing at them. “The whole fucking football team, you’re actually fucking crazy,” you huffed out before gently rubbing where you had pushed them. “The other one, he got away okay?” You asked, smiling when you got another nod. “You can stay as long as you need tonight, the police are probably out searching for you,” you said, sighing softly as you looked to them. “Don’t think I forgot about that lingerie set either, it was pretty expensive,” you said jokingly, earning a laugh from behind their mask. “I’m gonna head to bed, I have an exam tomorrow,” you said, giving a little kiss to their mask. “If you wanna join at least take off your clothes, I won’t look, I promise. You can even blindfold me if you don’t trust me,” you offered, heading to bed. They followed after you, you laid down and closed your eyes, facing them so they could see that you weren’t looking. They began to shuffle out of the costume, going to your door and locking it before heading back to your bed. They laid down behind you, wrapping their arms around you and holding you close.

You fell asleep easily in their hold, relaxing in their arms throughout the night. A few hours later you woke up to muffled voices in the bathroom, you sat up and rubbed your eyes as you looked to see the morning sunlight lighting up your room. “I’m fine, just spent the night at her place,” you heard coming from the bathroom, your groggy mind a bit too slow to recognize they weren’t using the voice changer. You did your best to not pay attention, not wanting to betray their trust by finding out who they were too soon. You laid down again, closing your eyes when you heard the door open. You felt their hand tracing your face before they planted little kisses on your cheeks before planting a soft and loving one to your lips. They pulled away and pulled the mask on before tapping you, you pretended to stir awake, blinking up at them. “You’re leaving?” You asked as they nodded, “be safe, okay? I would rather prefer finding out who you are when you trust me and not through some Gale Weathers interview,” you said as you leaned up, planting a little kiss on their mask just like last night. “Be safe, both of you,” you said as they nodded and began to climb out your window.

An hour later Tatum came to pick you up in her little red beetle, driving both of you to class. You met up with Sid and Stu, who had his arm wrapped around Tatum. “Where’s Billy at today?” Tatum asked as Sid sighed, “said he came down with a major stomach bug. He said he was sick all night and didn’t even sleep, his dad told him to head to the doctor instead of class,” she said as you turned towards Sidney. Stu became aware of your glance at her, his eyes widening in surprise when you made eye contact with him.

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hiddenwritingsintheworld · 9 months

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Cruel Summer Chapter 1 (Chris Evans x Actress/Singer!Reader)

(Okay, So Ive been away for a hot minute. And I've been through quite a bit. But I got inspired to write this and I hope yall love it!! Couple of things. 1.) Taylor Swift doesnt exist in this series, the reader is like taylor swift! 2) dont come for me, I've been chewing on this idea for a few months now lol. 3.) Im almost done with chapter 1 of My Alpha, I know I've gotten some messages about that!! Also, half way through chapter 2 of Midnight rain ;) Enjoy! Let me know your thoughts on this!! love you guys!!!)

Thoughts? Suggestions? General opinion wanted here!!!!!

You’d be delusional to think that he wanted anything more than hookups with you. Being a movie star was hard enough to make a “normal” life ...falling in love with your co-star though...that made everything even worse. That’s what led you to becoming a world famous pop star, releasing smash hit after smash hit. Your smile; when up on that stage, tens of thousands of fans screaming your songs as you sang them, standing ovations, tears of happiness, excitement, thrill, it all made that heartache ease just a little bit. But not all the way.

“Tonight is a HUGE night, I can’t believe you’re going to announce another album. I’m in awe, really I am.” Your mom said, grabbing your shoulders and looking at you in the mirror of the room you were currently using backstage. “Mom, thanks so much for traveling with me during this tour. It means so much to me.” you smiled softly at her, “especially after everything I’ve been through recently. Wanna know the surprise songs tonight? Or just be surprised like everyone else?” you asked with a soft laugh.

Your mom and dad were your biggest and best fans you could have ever asked for. Even during the worst time of your life, you’d had your parents support when changing careers. “Awe, let me be surprised like everyone else dear. Your cue is up….come on,” she gave you a big hug and kissed your cheek. “You’re going to be amazing, just like every other night” she beamed before walking out of your dressing room.

You stared in the mirror, touching up your red lipstick before turning around and walking out. Your bejeweled bodysuit in the colors of your most favorite album you’d put out, pinks and blues. You smiled at the stage crew and everyone working behind the scenes as you walked with your assistant. “Another great sold out crowd out there, the VIP tent is dead center, lots of celebrities are here tonight too.” She smiled before you walked away standing on your mark.

Listening to the entrance music you’d had custom made, caused the memories to flood your mind.

You looked over at him grinning as you both reached for a piece of popcorn. “Soooo I thought you wanted to do something else when you asked me to come to your hotel room 10:30 at night.” you smirked as he laughed, throwing his head back. “While yes, I’d love to do that too….I figured it would be nice to watch a movie or two, enjoy a snack and relax together too. I ordered some wine and chocolate covered strawberries too.” he said leaning closer to you, as you bit your lip leaning into him, letting his lips brush yours. The next thing you knew, he had you pinned to the bed, popcorn littering the floor as he kissed down your neck, slowly pushing your shirt off and attacking your chest.

“Ready? Have fun!!” Your assistant shouted over the music and screaming fans as the platform started to bring you up from under the stage. You plastered a grin on your lips and got in your stance with your mic.

The moment your back up dancers pulled back the large fabric fans to reveal you, you began to sing one of your songs. The roar of screams, cheers and cries erupted throughout the entire stadium as you came into sight for everyone. The platform continued to rise as you sang, smiling at everyone.

“It's you and me, that's my whole world

They whisper in the hallway, "She's a bad, bad girl"

Oh, I just thought you should know (you should know)

It's you and me, there's nothing like this (like this)

Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince (okay)

We're so sad, we paint the town blue (paint it blue)

Voted most likely to run away with you.”

The music ended as everyone cheered even louder and you laughed softly, the platform lowering back to the mainstage level; you grinned as the next song began instantly. You loved performing for a crowd, they never made you feel like you weren’t worth the love and attention. You strut toward the front of the stage, beginning to sing the bridge, along with the crowd, when a sight almost threw you off your performance. He stood there in the VIP tent with a cold beer in one hand, his other arm around the shoulders of a petite brunette.

“I'm drunk in the back of the car

And I cried like a baby coming home from the bar (oh)

Said, "I'm fine, " but it wasn't true

I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you

And I snuck in through the garden gate

Every night that summer just to seal my fate (oh)

And I screamed for whatever it's worth

"I love you, " ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?

He looks up grinning like a devil”

You belt out the bridge, the crowd screaming louder toward the end. You tried to not to look at the VIP tent, the urge to see him again, standing there happy with some other girl, you danced around, happily grinning at the crowd, encouraging them to sing along. You finally took a break, smiling wide as everyone clapped and cheered. “Hi!” you said cheerfully. “My name is Y/N and welcome to The Eras Tour,” you grinned as the stadium erupted again.

“I just want to say thank you to everyone who is here tonight and I hope that I don’t disappoint. I usually perform only two surprise songs a night, however, I’m feeling…fun tonight, so I want to add another song to the list for you all. It’s one that I don't usually perform live. But, I hope you enjoy it.” you smiled as the platform rose and you looked around, the soft jazz music starting as loud cheers erupted. You couldn't stop the smile that landed on your face as you began to sing.

“We were crazy to think

Crazy to think that this could work

Remember how I said I'd die for you?

We were stupid to jump

In the ocean separating us

Remember how I'd fly to you?

And I can't talk to you when you're like this

Staring out the window like I'm not your favorite town

I'm New York City

I still do it for you, babe

They all warned us about times like this

They say the road gets hard and you get lost when you're led by blind faith

Blind faith”

You smiled looking around, your eyes landed on him again, he had a look in his eyes, just like how he used to look at you, hunger and desperation for your touch. You put your lips back up to the microphone and made eye contact with him again.

“But we might just get away with it

Religion's in your lips

Even if it's a false god

We'd still worship

We might just get away with it

The altar is my hips

Even if it's a false god

We'd still worship this love

I know heaven's a thing

I go there when you touch me

Honey hell is when I fight with you”

You didn’t mean to stare for so long, but the way he looked at you, watching your body move. You wanted to jump off stage and run into his arms again, kissing him, telling him how in love with him you still were, even after the three years that had passed. You felt a tightness in your chest when the girl turned and kissed his neck, and began to dance with him.

You finished the song not soon after and took a small bow as everyone screamed out. You stood still smiling as the platform began to lower, before diving off to get changed. “I need a minute,” you said as your assistant came up to you. She looked slightly confused as they began to help you into your next outfit. How were you going to continue this concert with him staring at you? You didn’t think you could do it honestly.

“I can’t believe you changed the set list, We’re going to have to cut one of the surprise songs.” You looked at her. “No we can’t but we are changing them tonight.” you said as they did up the back of your dress. “What?! Why!” she gasped. “Chris is here,” you said looking at her as her face fell. “With some girl.” she sighed putting a hand on her head “Jesus fucking Christ……okay. Tell me what you need.” you looked at her again as tears filled your eyes. “I need a fucking minute.” you grabbed the new mic rushing off.

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smashtbh · 2 years

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Daddy Issues

Jonathan Byers x M!reader | fem aligned + minors dni!

not my gif!

req: “ Hi! Me, again :) so... What if Jonathan dad finds out that his son dating with male reader, so he gets like really mad and goes to threaten the kid, but he founds him with the reader, and he gets like really mad and shit but the reader tells him to piss off and comforts Jonathan? I don't really see fic about Jonathan's daddy issues witch is actually weird i always thought that's gonna be something big for writers :o. “ — @russainweed (you are carrying my account rn ily)

oooo angsty. let’s do it. (im making this little note here after ive written this and im sorry to say i lowkey hate it lmfao)

CW: this got a lot heavier than i meant for it to, homophobia, the use of the f slur, lonnie being a piece of shit, threats of violence, lots of crying, there’s comfort i promise.

pairing: Jonathan Byers x M!reader.

he/him pronouns are used to refer to the reader.

a/n: jonathan byers is my boyfriend its canon. 😁 also just a thank you for all the support my account has been getting recently! you guys are the best.

word count: can’t check rn sorry 😭

“So… tonight?” Y/N’s voice comes through the phone, and Jonathan smiles.

“Of course.” Jonathan replies, moving the phone to his other hand. “My mom wants you over here for dinner by 6, you know how she is if you don’t show.”

There’s a sweet laughter that comes through and Jonathan sighs to himself. “I’ll be there, tell her not to worry.” Y/N says and there’s a crackle on the line.

“I’m not worrying! I know you’ll be here.” Joyce’s voice comes through, and Jonathan quickly peers his head around to see her at the other phone.

“Mooom!” Jonathan groans.

“Hi momma Joyce!” Y/N exclaims. Jonathan face palms and Y/N laughs again, listening to the annoyed mumbling. “I’ll be over, baby. See you later!”

“Kay, bye.” Jonathan hangs the phone back on its stand. He uses a hand to push through his hair and huffs a laugh.

There’s quick walking coming in his direction. “He calls you ‘baby’?” Joyce asks, with a giddy grin on her face.

“Mom.”

“You two are just the cutest.” She squeezes his cheek and walks away.

Jonathan is trying to set up the kitchen table when Joyce comes over with a box. “Forgot to tell you I found these,” she drops it on the table. “It was on top of the fridge. All the photos we took from last year’s winter break!”

She picks up and few and spreads them across the table. One of Jonathan kissing Y/N’s cheek, another of Y/N and Will trying to waltz, and more of Y/N and Joyce baking cookies.

He smiles down at the glossy pictures, filled with laughter and closed eyes. He picks one up, it’s of him and Y/N dancing in the living room as Will was bopping his head to the music. He’s trying to relive the moment in his head when there’s a loud knock on the door.

Assuming that it’s Y/N, Jonathan happily sprints to the door — the photo of them in his hand. He opens it with a stupid grin that quickly turns into a frown.

Lonnie.

“What are you — “

“Where’s your mother.” It’s more of a statement than a question, and Jonathan gets a chill up his spine.

“She’s — she’s cooking.” Jonathan mumbles, instinctively closing the door a bit. Lonnie grabs at it and pries it wide open.

“I’m starvin’.” He breathes, marching past Jonathan and towards the kitchen.

Will is sitting on the couch watching a cartoon and he immediately stiffens when Lonnie walks into the living room. “Hey, kiddo. How you been?”

Will looks to Jonathan and then back at Lonnie. “I’m fine..”

Joyce walks in and her expression is similar to Will’s. Their faces painted with similar confusion. “Lonnie? What the hell are you doing here?”

“Just wanted to stop by, grab somethin’ to eat. Jonny boy over here said you were cooking.” Lonnie shrugs and starts to stalk towards the kitchen.

Jonathan looks at Will and then at his mother. Then, panic hits him.

The pictures.

God, no. Please, no. Go straight for the food you fucking bastard, please.

“The fuck is this?” Jonathan hears as he chasing after Lonnie. Too late.

He tries to come up with an excuse, but there really isn’t one when the photo that Lonnie picks up is the one of Jonathan kissing Y/N’s cheek. “My — it’s.. they’re photos.”

“No shit.” Lonnie says, venom in his voice. “Why the fuck are you kissing this guy?”

Joyce runs in and grabs the photo out of Lonnie’s hand. “That isn’t your business.”

Lonnie tries to reach for it again, but Joyce pulls her hand away in time. He swears and turns to Jonathan. “Shoulda’ known you were a fucking faggot.”

Jonathan freezes. He isn’t sure what to do. “Shoulda’ known from the moment you told me you never had a girlfriend back when you were in school.” Lonnie continues. He scoffs before adding, “You’re disgusting.”

Joyce is caught off guard by his words, and Lonnie is able to grab the photo out of her hands. He brings it to Jonathan’s teary eyed face and rips it in half.

“No! — “

“You’re disgusting.”

He drops the two pieces to the floor and Jonathan catches them midair, his tears flowing freely now. He can’t hear much, but he can tell that Joyce is telling him off — screaming at him to get out.

Jonathan runs to his room with the torn photo, desperate to fix it. His shaky hands are trying to find the tape in his desk, but he can’t bring himself to calm down.

He’s breathing hard and crying — choking on his sobs. He gives up on looking for the tape, since he physically can’t bear to do it.

He crumbles to the floor and curls into a ball. He’s sobbing into the fabric of the jacket he has on when he realizes there’s rapid knocking coming from his window.

“Let me in, Jonathan — “ He hears the voice from outside plead.

Jonathan looks up and everything is blurry and the sounds around him are warbled by his own cries, but he squints at the window.

He doesn’t know if he wants to open it though. He feels like he’d rather cry and wallow in self pity. He’s disgusting.

He sobs harder into his own shoulder when he’s suddenly picked up and cradled.

“Hey — you’re alright. Breathe, baby.”

He knows that voice, and he clutches to the body that’s holding him together. Keeping him from shattering to pieces. From being torn apart like that photo.

The body starts rocking back and forth, and Jonathan finally starts to calm down. How’d he get in? There’s a kiss placed on his forehead and he finally opens his eyes. “There you are, love.” Y/N whispers, it looks as if he was crying too — and Jonathan frowns.

“Were — “ There’s a sniffle that interrupts his own sentence, “were you crying?”

Y/N huffs a laugh, and there’s a tight smile on his face “Says you.” His face turns serious. “What happened?”

Jonathan doesn’t know where to start, so he turns over in Y/N’s arms to reach for the ripped photo. He hands it to him and bites his lip in an attempt to not cry.

“What.. who — “

Jonathan shakes a bit.

“It’s alright. Hey — see look, we can just tape it back together, or — “ Y/N reaches for the camera on the table, “we could just take another.” He smiles at Jonathan.

Jonathan smirks, Y/N feels alive again. “We could.”

I’m disgusting. He frowns.

“Why’d you do that?” Y/N asks, referring to Jonathan’s face. He cups his jaw, opening his mouth to say something — when suddenly, there’s yelling in the hall.

A loud crack comes from the door as it swings open, revealing a very red Lonnie.

“You. You’re that fuckin’ guy.” He whispers, almost to himself. Joyce is behind him, it’s almost as if you could see the steam coming from her ears.

“Leave them alone, asshole!” She yells, storming to the phone to call the police.

Y/N sets Jonathan into a sitting position against the wall. “Yeah.” Y/N says, connecting the pieces as to why Jonathan was freaking out. “I am.”

“You’re a fucken — “ Lonnie yells, but Y/N interrupts him.

“What? A homosexual?” He shrugs, “At least I’m not a fuckin’ screw up like you.”

“You better watch your mouth, boy.”

“I don’t listen to dumb fucks like you.” Y/N walks towards him, leveling his height with Lonnie. “If I were you, I’d get the fuck out of here.” He points down the hall.

“Before the police find you dead.” Y/N says under his breath.

Lonnie squares his shoulders. Y/N thinks he’s going to punch him or something, but he turns and stomps down the hall. He swings the front door open and leaves with a loud bang of it closing.

Y/N almost laughs, before remembering Jonathan is behind him. He turns and runs towards him, still slumped against the wall. He’s shaking and there’s dry tears on his cheeks.

“You’re okay.” Y/N says. “He’s gone.”

“I know. I know.” He mumbles.

Y/N sees Joyce through the window, cursing and screaming at Lonnie who’s driving off, hopefully for good.

Y/N turns back to Jonathan, who calmed down. He’s breathing evenly with his eyes closed. Y/N caresses his face, lightly tapping on him. “Sweetheart.”

Jonathan hums in response, leaning into his hand.“Why’d you come through my window?” He whispers.

“Well, you guys weren’t answering the front door. I know why now.” Y/N says, combing through Jonathan’s hair with his fingers.

Jonathan sighs.

“I love you.” Y/N suddenly whispers.

“And I love you, Y/N.” Jonathan smiles, almost giggling.

Y/N pulls Jonathan into his arms, and leans against the wall. They’re sitting there for a couple of minutes before Jonathan breaks the silence.

“Can we take the photo now?”

“Of course, love.”

Y/N grabs the camera and sits next to Jonathan. He lets Jonathan hold his face and gently kiss his cheek. Y/N takes the photo and sets the camera down, turning to kiss Jonathan properly.

“I’m keeping this one.” Y/N mutters.

“Absolutely not.” Jonathan says, snatching the photo away.

They laugh and it’s easier to breathe again.

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grapejuicestyless · 11 months

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Harry Styles x Fem!Reader

HSLOT opener Instagram blurb pt.3

Faceclaim: Gracie Abrams

🟢🟡🔵liked by cherry/n and 20,000 others

yndaily Y/n just finished up her second to last show on the HSLOT stage. Harry and the band were spotted backstage watching her preform. It appeared that Harry and Sarah were getting emotional while watching her finish up her set! Y/n will play her last show with Harry on Sunday! 🥹

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minorsupremacy It’s been soooo good with her here. I’m sad she’s leaving but so glad that she’s focusing on her new album! I’ve been obsessed recently!

|yndaily Me as well. It sounds like she’s planning something for her last show.

|oliviarodrighoe She really is Taylor’s daughter!

harrynlovely NOOO IT CANT END.

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yourusername HSLOT has been surreal. I’m so glad that I was able to be part of such a lovely(no pun intended) journey with the most kind, loving(again, no pun intended) people ever. More so, I’m so glad so many people were able to find my music from this amazing opportunity and relate to what I wrote about. I love you. I can’t believe this is happening. I want to thank you so much I’ll never stop thanking you guys!🥹🥹💕

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harrystyles It’s been an honor sharing the stage with you, and breaking your pianos.

|yourusername IVE HAD ENOUGH.

|conangray Clearly!

goodriddancelver Remember us when you get big and famous!

|yourusername No. I’ll be to big and famous. Duhhhhhhh.

|minorlystuck ignore her, she drinks.

|harryscherries BYE.

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yourusername As I said not even an hour ago, I’ll never stop thanking all of you. So, as a thank you, here’s the lead single off my first album, Good Riddance-Difficult. A personal favorite of mine. She comes out tonight at 12am, EST time! I can’t wait to see what you think of it! 🙈

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taylorswift you spoil us.

conangray ILY.

nyoh I SAY THATS MY BEST FRIEND AND IM PROUD.

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harrystyles I’m insanely proud of you. You deserve everything that’s happening to you. ❤️

|harryn THROWING UP.

|minorlystuck I HATE BEING SINGLE.

|harryshousefan BOYFRIENDRRY BOYFRIENDRRY.

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HSdaily Harry on his story this morning! It looks like they were at soundcheck!

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ynfeelslike WHAT IF THEY PLAY DIFFICULT TOGETHER.

|harryfan01 WHAT IF THEY SING FEELS LIKE???

|ynfeelslike I WOULD DIE???

harryfan03 OMG OMG OKG OMG OMG

oliviaandyn ANYONE ELSE LOSING THEIR SHIT??

middnightswyn I’m loving the content we get from them.

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HSdaily y/n has taken the HSLOT stage for the final time as of five minutes ago.🥹 She opened with Difficult today!

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harryscherries she’s too cute.

ynsminor im gonna miss her sm! 😕

HSLOTlove NO. I refuse to believe she’s leaving.

taylorfan01 someone kidnap her and make her stay another three shows so I can see her live!

|yourusername That’s….Sweet???

|taylorfan01 WHAT THW 😨😨

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HSdaily Harry came on at the very end of y/n’s set today. She closed the show with her song, “21” off of her first EP. She did not play “Long Sleeves” tonight, per request of Harry, who asked to play “21” specifically.

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ynthebottom ILY for playing with her Harry, but why would you take off the BEST song. I was robbed.

|yourusername Maybe I’ll tour and you’ll hear it.

|ynminorlystuck DID SHE JUST CONFIRM A TOUR???

|yourusername I said maybe. Not yes.

|oliviarodrigo how do you see all these posts girl? 😭

ynstourguide IL her for this one.

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yourusername aaaaaaand that’s a wrap! Thanks to @harrystyles for giving me the chance to shine ✨ with you and your band for such a short, yet sweet time. I love every single one of you like my family. You’ve helped me navigate my life, my career, and my album so much in just two months. It’s so crazy to me what you guys can do for a person. I love you, I’m crazy for the HSLOT crew. ✨✨🥰

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harrystyles I’d have you back, but you already said no!

|yourusername don’t put salt in the wound, Harold.

|ynrryfan02 Being in love must be nice.

lizzobeeating I’m so proud of you! It feels like yesterday you were coming to tour with me!

|yourusername I’ve never toured with you Lizzo. 😭😭

|lizzobeeating I forgot to ask.

|nyoh BYE BYE BYE.

taylorswift excited for the new album!💕💕💕

honeymoon proud of you babe!

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tuesday again 3/19/2024

boy hope i never run out of zelda games to play or my mental health is going to Tank. there are very vague endgame stuff spoilers (not where zelda is, but some of the time fuckery) but i am going to spoil a bit of the rito sage quest. nothing is rot-13'ed. i feel like that's a fair compromise since this game has been out for about a year? please let me know YOUR opinions on recent game spoilers

listening

Thanks A Lot But No Thanks from the 1955 musical It's Always Fair Weather, sung by Dolores Grey. this was Dolores Grey propaganda in the @hotvintagepoll. i love a sugar baby song and this is sort of an. anti-sugar-baby song? a satitrical sugar baby song? she thanks suitors for increasingly improbable gifts (the state of Maine, et al) before killing them??

the PIPES on this woman!!! the comedic timing!!! she pulls out a gun and shoots suitors dead while thanking them for an autographed picture of john wayne!!! she pulls a big lever and they all fall under the stage!!! ive been having kind of a Time in the depths of unemployment and this made me genuinely laugh (not one short sharp bark of laughter, full on cackling).

youtube

thanks for the darling uranium mine indeed

reading

the moonstone by wilkie collins (and philip). this has been my falling asleep reading book. this is decidedly not a cozy mystery but the stakes are not like. so high i have to keep reading through the night to find out what happens. i'm having a good time with it, currently about halfway and still very irritated with rachel, the main character right now. i have not revised my "spoiled brat" opinion and i look forward to seeing if i ever revise it.

watching

The Three Musketeers (2011, dir. Paul W.S. Anderson). thank you mackintosh (this is a discard from my hometown library and no one needs to know where that is thanks). it's pretty widely available on free platforms rn which is how you know it's good. it's not Good is the thing but it is extremely fun. it is straight up the three musketeers but with an airship. milla jovovich jumps off an airship into the channel. milla jovovich does some assassins creed shit. luke evans does some assassins creed shit. there is an airship fight and an airship chase. it is So cheesy and unfortunately never got another sequel. it also inexplicably has some of the finest cinematic swordfighting since the golden age of hollywood.

this was a really successful impromptu movie night pick for a more widely varied gang than usual, including some teens. my bestie also enjoyed it, which i am So pleased by bc she has extremely exacting movie taste. this cast is so stacked for no good reason: orlando bloom, luke evans, christoph waltz, mads mikkelsen, matthew macfayden...

playing

i have a post in my head about breath of the wild and tears of the kingdom and their dialogue with each other about loss and grief, but i think that's going to have to wait until i have a little bit more brainpower. perhaps i can talk a little bit about how they make me feel about loss and grief, and how i was upset for zelda and her hundred-year siege in the last one but i am so so so desperately sad for zelda in tears of the kingdom.

i played through breath of the wild with a constant background sense of loss and grief. this is only partially due to the real-life severe depression and joblessness. i think this is a personal brain thing and not a game thing, but i did feel guilty when fucking around in breath of the wild and not actively doing main quests to save zelda. like i would look at the castle off in the distance and feel kind of bad. the champions (and zelda!) telling link as soon as physically possible that it wasn't his fault made me cry in real life every time. i get it's like a month max of in-universe time between games, but it still feels like he has once again missed SO much. i think this is sort of a larger symptom of depression in that i look at [REDACTED] in tears of the kingdom and get a bit hopeless about [REDACTED] and it's like. well i might as well go pick golden apples and not do main quests. time is meaningless.

i am really glad they kept the shrine of resurrection on the plateau in tears of the kingdom. if that hadn't been there i the player would have felt very unmoored. i cannot begin to think how unreal and depersonalized it would have made link feel.

enough of that! the hero's path function is so funny. there are such huge swathes of the map i looked at and said No Thanks! Not Yet!

my depths map is even funnier. eight lightroots so far. no thank you! too scary still! i thought until VERY RECENTLY that all the caves and wells led to the depths and was avoiding them. mistake! cool shit in caves and wells! some horrible boys as well but they are vastly outnumbered by the cool shit.

the rito sage quest fucked SO severely. i had so much fucking fun with that boss fight even though it took me a real life two hours to get up to the arena with the puzzles to unlock the boss fight. i also surprised myself and did not have to look up how to beat any of the puzzles or the boss! just entered a state of flow and looked up and it was three hours later! i know a lot of people are very grumpy about how this was not a totally new game with a totally new map, but i have nothing but praise for the mechanics in this completely new section. knocked my socks off. made me think but wasn't too frustrating. made me use all my powers and all my weapon types. it was simply a great deal of almost frictionless fun! some over the top sick as shit stuff that is the whole point of video games as a medium imo

unlocked all the geoglyphs and i am Upset. i am UPSET.

and now for some horse talk (TM): i kept the very first horse i caught out of nostalgia even though these stats are not very good. i think the naming scheme for this game will be H (the last game was C). the breath of the wild giant ganon horse is so funny. you can't do shit with this horse. you can't change the mane. you can't change the tack. you can't increase his stats. he's just There. Large.

tangential horse talk: why is this lynel in the wetlands. his feathering and fetlocks are going to rot off. he is going to founder

some places ASCEND works where i didn't expect it to: tree. water you can stand in.

i stumbled across the last power completely accidentally while trying to deliver some eyes to a mysterious god and this was so fucking funny. i DID throw this guy down a big pit in the last game and he never came back. i forgot about that.

also people were fucking gaga for rauru but why didn't i see people talking about either of these two last summer on this, the -girl affix site and the scruffy shredded boy site

some other bits and bobs:

i was so annoyed patricia was part of the compendium in the last game i fucking got her this time ok

very hashtag relatable languages moment

unrelated to either of those things, i have done the gerudo sage quest except for the boss battle and i missed two huge swathes of hashtag tunnel gameplay (going to find riju through the tunnels. simply went overland) and getting to the central temple chamber (simply used ascend). whoops

there's a little tower concept art piece in purah's room in the ancient lab! that's a fun little touch i really love, it really helps differentiate the games and show changes in the overworld between games in a very cheap and east way for the devs

bc i play these games like dressup simulators, i also want to note that misko's tents are also really fun, they really feel like they're from a much earlier era and i'm stumbling across an untouched archaeological site

making

garden update: growing along okay, it has been so so so wet lately and i should have bitten the bullet and bought the big expensive bag of perlite, the drainage is not terrific. i should elevate all the planters and that would help a bit too. tomatoes are bit leggy, i moved them out of the partial shade on the end of the balcony and in front of the window. i am a bit concerned about them getting scorched, but again it's been so wet lately they need all the help they can get. i feel like they're established enough to be pruned a bit to make them bushier but i am Afraid. there are worse things in life than leggy tomatoes

the pic on the left below: these bush beans are looking a bit strange as well. the four shorter ones came up, promptly withered their cotyledons, and i thought they died until they popped out their first true leaves. the larger ones i think may have some kind of mosaic virus but it's a little early to tell. these are bins that haven't been used outside (they stored clothes in for the move) and new dirt from home depot. either the dirt or the seed stock itself may have been infected? very strange. the cucumbers in the bin in the back (hidden by the beans) are also taking forever to get going. at least the sweet peas are doing fine. the spinach i planted in that back bin withered where the stems met the soil and died. i think it was simply to early and too damp for them.

anyway on the right pic above: these normie peas and normie climbing beans seem to be doing fine. that's dill in the gray pot and basil in the bucket, they also seem to be doing fine. just sort of a perplexing corner on the other side of the balcony.

#tuesday again #tuesday again no problem

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my dysphoria has been very bad recently and i have found it very difficult to do things like showering, changing and sleeping especially. ive been over wearing my binder a lot because i find it very difficult to bring myself to take it off, and i keep wearing it for 30+ hours at a time which i know is bad but i currently have no other alternative and not wearing one feels worse than the pain i get by overwearing. i hate wearing sports bras and ive run out of transtape, i have ordered more but it probably won’t be coming for another couple of weeks. i don’t know what to do because i don’t want to damage my body severely, is there anything else i can do?

Lee says:

As you know, wearing a binder for extended periods can lead to severe health issues, including respiratory problems, rib fractures, and skin conditions.

When you feel like doing something that's harming you physically is your only option to cope because your dysphoria is that intense, you should look into getting a therapist.

Frequently binding for 30+ hours isn't a sustainable option and finding alternative coping strategies will be easier with professional help to help you deal with what you're doing through.

Two posts that might help with your specific questions are Staying clean and coping with shower-related dysphoria and Dysphoria when you have to sleep and those two posts really cover most of what I have to say on those subjects so I won't reinvent the wheel by typing the same thing but I encourage you to read both links.

Apart from that, in the next couple of weeks as you wait for your TransTape to arrive (And start the process of seeking a therapist!) here are some strategies you can try doing:

1. Layered Clothing:

Wearing loose, layered clothing can help obscure the chest area. Consider wearing baggy shirts, jackets, or vests to help reduce the visibility of your chest.

Luckily it's fall time (at least here in the East Coast) so it's starting to get a little bit cooler, some days, and I wear a sweater (at work) or sweatshirt (when at home) like 100% of the time just because I'm always cold and it's also an Autistic sensory friendly thing for me too.

See more: Body neutrality

2. Distraction Techniques:

Engage in activities that take your mind off your dysphoria. This could be reading, drawing, journaling, listening to music, watching movies or TV, or any other hobby or activity that you enjoy and find absorbing.

Engage in self-care activities that actually make you feel good about yourself, not just doomscrolling social media. And for those times when you are on social media, if you're currently following anyone who makes you stressed/unhappy, stop following them. It's your feed and you're in charge!

But if you find that it's hard to do the necessary activities of everyday living because you find yourself spending most of your time engaging in distraction techniques, and you're falling behind on homework/work, that's another sign that you need additional support from a mental health professional.

3. Grounding Techniques:

Practicing mindfulness can help you stay present and reduce distressing thoughts, but the kind of nebulous meditation stuff never worked well for my ADHD brain.

Guided meditation

15 meditation tips

How to do progressive muscle relaxation

Body scan relaxation exercise

Mindfulness skills and worksheets masterpost

Imagery

Imagery self-help

Relaxation

Relaxation audio

Safe-place visualization

I found specific things like grounding exercises, like the "5-4-3-2-1" technique (identifying five things you can see, four you can touch, three you can hear, two you can smell, and one you can taste), can help divert your attention from dysphoric feelings if you're having a Moment. This type of strategy is useful when you start to notice yourself spiraling to try and re-center yourself.

Soothing grounding exercise

Physical grounding exercise

Mental grounding exercise

Grounding techniques

How to make a grounding box

Grounding exercises

How to ground and center

4. Stay connected:

Connect with in-person and/or online LGBTQ+ support groups who understand what you're going through. Sharing your feelings and hearing from others who have similar experiences can be comforting and it can help you to learn new coping strategies and things to try.

In general, avoiding isolation is important. Join a club or volunteer for something, join a sports team, hang out with your friends, etc. Just don't stay alone in your room. Get out of the house if you can, or invite people over or have video calls or phone calls if aren't up to being out and about. Just stay in contact with people.

See more: Motivating yourself to socialize

5. Set Alarms:

Consider setting alarms or reminders to take off your binder and give your body a break. Even short breaks can help reduce the risk of injury.

Here are some links that may help in general:

9 strategies for dealing with body dysphoria

How do I deal with dysphoria?

20 Small Things To Do When Gender Dysphoria Gets You Down

25 Things I Do To Make My Body Dysphoria Feel Smaller and Quieter

More on coping with dysphoria

Dealing with dysphoria

A post with suggestions for coping with dysphoria

Take care of your mental health

8 tips for managing dysphoria and mental health

A coping tip

Disablity-friendly dysphoria tips

Dysphoria that prevents you from leaving the house/doing activities of daily living

Your feelings are valid, and it's essential to find ways to manage your dysphoria that prioritize your health and well-being. There isn't a secret dysphoria cure I can share with you, to be frank it just sucks sometimes and there's not a lot to do about it but you gotta find a way to cope and keep going and stay safe.

Eventually it gets better-- you either find a way to cope more effectively and manage the dysphoria and/or time just passes and you grow older and eventually find a way to access surgery, but either way you will eventually become an adult who is managing life somehow and overall doin' okay and yeah there's hope at the end of the tunnel so please keep going!

You deserve care, support, and understanding, even if your family isn't able to provide that right now. And again, apart from the two links that I started the response with, the main advice I have is that you should ask to speak with a therapist (even if you are closeted and don't tell your fam that it's gender/binding/dysphoria related) and just let them know that you're struggling with your mental health in general.

Please reach out for help if you need it, and consider seeking medical attention if you experience severe pain or discomfort from binding. Good luck!!

As some of you may have noticed, our blog has been around for a decade or so and some links may be broken because we're all busy etc so pls let me know if something is wonky in a post I'm trying to link to!

Followers, any advice for anon?

#Lee says #dysphoria #coping with dysphoria #chest m #binding #injury m #binding injury m

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duncan is simultaneously the funniest fucking guy and super tragic to me. i think hes The Worst Ever because its a way of acting out against his dad. funniest shit ever and devastating. Everything about duncney as a whole leaves me in hysterics and also clutching my chest crying punching holes into the walls. he is killer phoebe bridgers to me. can the killer in him tame the fire in (various romantic partners he swore were the one then broke up with 2 days later). or is there nothing left to do for them. hes sick of the chase but hes hungry for blood. and theres nothing he can do. hes a dog motif in a really specific street dog way you just have to understand. in a wolf way, even. but in a rabid stranded starving way. he is the only heartbreaker as well btw. he'll be the loser in this game he'll be the bad guy in the play. eric is a duncney song but in a way you would not expect. it is the duncney duncan pov song ever actually. she can come closer he'll let her hurt him how she chooses. this view of her of the top of her head makes him forgive her. her skin cries a soft weep like his. his price how about just a part of her cause he wants. shouldve been me is THE duncney/gwuncan song ever. courtney pov. when she saw the girl looked just like her and it broke her heart the lengths he went to have her to get to have her. cause she hasnt given him what he needs. he wanted her but couldnt reach her. so he went into his memory and relived all the ways he still wants her. shes sorry it shouldve been her. thought ive had in my head for over a year. its literally Them. a loving feeling is the aleduncan 90th breakup song. theyre compatible but only behind closed doors. they mean a lot to me actually jsut like . In General duncan and duncan ships by extension are mitskipilled. mitskimaxxing, even. GRAVE DOG!!!!

frrrr you're so real but if im going to comment on Duncan I need to confess something. Ive never finished watching action. ive gotten to like ep 20 I still have literally never finished it. I know that he has a lot of moments in there but I haven't finished it for some reason. I understand you but also I'm not as insane. feel free to keep screaming about him because I completely trust your opinion . I'll probably finish action soon because you are dragging me into the duncan hellhole. I love characters who are so silly and stupid and also absolutely devastating if you think about it too hard. literally peak characters.

dog motif but in the way that he was abandoned by everyone because they weren't aware he was actually a wolf. he keeps finding new homes but he gets kicked out after a day. he's rabid and scary and he's desperate for a secure home, but he can't admit that because it goes against his nature. everything hes ever known.

I love duncney too btw. Courtney is such an interesting character to me but I cannot put it into words. I love her though. absolutely love her. she's so complicated and nuanced. Courtney is for the intellectuals (joking). same with gwuncan.

also I'm insane about aleduncan. not to be kind of basic but they're everything to me. they can only be with eachother if they're alone. insane about them

I don't have any song recommendations bc school has been fucking my ass recently. moving to an online school while being tech illiterate is actually horrible </3 but your music taste is soooo good. actually top tier. real and genuinely incredible. he's mitskimaxxing, lushpilled, puberty2mogging. grave dog you're so real always

#im exhausted btw so this is. probably incomprehensible. just know you're so true #total drama #tdi #total drama action #total drama island #tda #td duncan #td duncney #td #🪦🐕

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Darkness At The Heart Of My Love

Pairings: Papa Emeritus IV/Copia X GN!Reader

Type: Fluff that turns to angst w/ no comfort

Summary: Copia had just begun his reign as Papa, and was overworked. He needed to get away from the ministry and all of it. He found someone along the way. Someone who showed him love and happiness. It was perfect, until things changed, and then things descended into chaos.

Warnings: Mentions of character death, heartbreak, use of Y/N, google translated Italian

Word Count: 3,619

Notes: I’m debating on whether I want to make this into a short series. I already have the second part written, but I don’t know how I feel about the plot I previously had for the third part. I originally did this as a self insert, so if there are pronouns that don't correlate with a gender neutral reader, please let me know I will fix it asap. Also I'm sorry for the way the song lyrics copied over, you're just gonna have to deal with it (unfortunately).

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When the summer dies

Severing the ties

I'm with you always, always

Will you walk the line?

My path serpentine

Remember always

That love is all you need

Tell me who you wanna be

And I will set you free

There's a darkness at the heart of my love

That runs cold, runs deep

The darkness at the heart of my love

For you

It was a September afternoon. The leaves were just starting to change and the air had just started to relieve itself of its hellish temperatures. Summer finally started saying its goodbye.

The Clergy had been on Copia’s back recently due to his most recent accomplishment of being in talks to become the new Papa. He knew that they just wanted everything perfect, but he was struggling to believe he could live up to their practically impossible standards. It had been an impossibly long day, and he knew that he needed a break before he snapped, inflicting the wrath of Sister Imperator.

He drove around, just trying to clear his head until he found a café. A small little thing that looked very simple. He didn’t bother to check the name or the reviews before walking inside.

“Good afternoon! How can I help you today?” A chipper voice called out to him. His head snapped up from his phone as he set his eyes on them.

“Oh, hello. I-I’m good. How are you today?” He responded, his cheeks reddening slightly as he stumbled over his words.

“Well, it would be better if it were time to go home, but honestly I can’t complain too much,” the cashier responded. “What can I get for you today?”

Copia looked over the menu for just a moment. “Could I just get a black coffee and a blueberry scone?”

“Sure thing!” They smiled as they told him the total and grabbed his scone. They handed him the bag, and his hand lingered for a moment. He held his breath once he realized what he was doing, and grabbed the bag.

“Grazie,” he mumbled as he walked over to the other end of the counter to wait on his coffee. He watched as they poured the coffee, entranced by their every move.

“Here’s your coffee, sir,” they called as if he wasn’t jumping at the chance to talk to them again.

“Thank you,” he said, taking it and finding a seat. He was the only person actually sitting down, everyone else who came in got their orders and left. Copia knew that wouldn’t do for him. If he left, he didn’t know what would have happened.

He sat for a while, eating his scone and sipping his coffee. It was peaceful in the little café. Soft music played over the speakers, and the scent of freshly baked treats filled the air. It was nice.

“I’m heading out now! I’ll see you guys later!” He heard them call, apron off and bag in their hand. He watched them walk towards the door, and jumped up, not really knowing what he was doing.

“Excuse me, but I was just wondering if you-if you had any plans today. It’s been a long day, and you seem like you would be nice to talk to. Only, if you want to of course! I just thought you were gorgeous-I mean you seemed nice. Not that you aren’t gorgeous of course! I’m sorry, I don’t really talk to people outside of my work,” he rushed his words. He was slightly shaking, scared of what they would say.

“I don’t have any plans,” they smiled. “There’s a park right down the road, I could take you if you wanted.”

A look of relief washed over his tired face. “Really? I-well, I would like that actually.”

“My name is Y/N,” they said, holding out their arm.

He looped his arm in theirs, internally smacking himself for not asking their name earlier. “Copia.”

“Well, Copia, it’s nice to meet you.” They squeezed his arm lightly as they left the café. He smiled and looked at the ground.

The park wasn’t far at all, just about a ten minute walk. It was pretty, especially now that the leaves were changing their colors, shedding their summertime glow. There was a winding path that had trees scattered along with a few bushes surrounding them. The flowers on the ground were already wilting, but the scene was still beautiful nonetheless.

“So, Copia, what brought you to my little café?” They asked, their head tilting as they continued to walk arm in arm. Copia found it refreshing to not have his title used to address him for once. It seemed to be all he heard now.

“Well, work has been getting to me. Sis-My boss likes everything to be perfect. It’s just the way that the company is run. I’m beginning to take on a new…new mantle, and in order to properly take it on, I have to be perfect. It is a lot of stress for one man.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. I’m sure it is stressful. May I ask where you work? I might be able to help, or at least provide some comfort with a little more context.”

He was hoping they wouldn’t ask that question, terrified of scaring them off. “Well, it’s a, uh, ministry of sorts.”

“Oh, so you’re going to become a priest. I guess that could be difficult. Not living a life of sin and being perfect for God and all of his followers.”

“Well, not exactly,” he admitted to them. “Are you religious?”

“I’m not entirely religious. I’m sure there’s a source of something out there, but if it is, I haven’t found it. I don’t judge religions though.”

“Well, that’s comforting,” he sighed. They gave him an odd look. “Our ministry isn’t exactly…Christian.”

“Now I'm a little bit confused.”

He laughed lightly at their response. “It’s a Satanic church. We preach about the word of Satan, and it’s a fun little gig we have going. We use a band to spread the word. Maybe you have heard of it?”

“That's interesting. What is your band called? I’m not sure whether I would have heard of it or not.”

“It’s called Ghost, we are pretty popular,” he teased. He wouldn’t be sure whether they’d heard of it or not, and was surprised by their reaction to saying he was with a satanic church.

“No, I don’t think I have heard of it actually.”

“Well, what kind of music do you like? I can help be a good judge of whether it would provide entertainment. It’s, eh, not really your basic music.”

“I’ll listen to almost anything, honestly. I’m always down for a good tune.”

Copia was taken aback by this a bit, a pleasantly shocked look on his face. “Well, it’s a rock band. A pretty good one if I do say so myself.”

“Maybe I’ll give it a listen later.”

They continued to walk for a minute in silence before Copia piped up. “So, what do you do for fun?”

“I don’t really know. I like to read, watch TV, listen to music, and all the basic things.”

“What about video games? Any of that interest you?”

“Not really. I never got into gaming.”

“Interesting.”

“What about you, Copia?”

“I play a game or two here and there, but with the Ministry, I don’t get much time to myself.”

“Oh, I’m sorry that sucks. You can always call me up, if you want some company. I don’t really do much other than work. Here,” they said, sticking their phone out to him, “put your number in, and then you can text me whenever you get too stressed and need an outside source for comfort.” Copia took the phone, put his number in, and sent himself a message to make sure he didn’t put it in wrong, then they continued on their first walk of many.

And that is what they did for months.

They texted back and forth often, called, and even went on quite a few dates. Copia had yet another long day, and knew that he could trust the person he now proudly called his partner. He called, asking if he could spend the night at their apartment, and of course they said yes.

Copia made his way to their apartment, using his key to get inside. “Dolcezza? I’m here, amore.”

“I’m in the bathroom! Just got out of the shower!” They called, and he walked that way. He still had on his paints, which still shocked them sometimes, but they were beginning to grow used to it. “Well don’t you look handsome?” They teased, noting that he was in a hoodie and sweatpants.

“What? Oh, heh, yeah I guess I am a beauty. But you, amore mio, look stunning.” He grabbed their hips, pulling them into a kiss. They had on a plain black t-shirt and a pair of black shorts to match. Their hair was wet, and before the kiss they were drying it with a towel. As they kissed, they dropped the towel in favor of wrapping their arms around his shoulders while his arms crossed around their back to pull them in.

“Well, someone missed me,” they said as they pulled away, leaving their arms around him.

“I always miss you,” he said, pressing a lighter kiss to their forehead.

“You’re so sweet, Copia,” they hummed, staring up into his mismatched eyes, nothing else but adoration showing.

“I love you, tesoro.”

“I love you too. What brings you tonight? Anything special?”

“No, just a long day. Needed a way to relax,” he hummed, looking at them.

“What do you want to do?” They asked, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek.

“What do you say I treat you to a dance?”

“What do yo-” before they finished, Copia removed them from where they leaned on the counter, dancing with them out to the living room. They laughed as he spun the both of them around, one hand holding theirs while the other rested on their waist, kissing them while he dipped them.

They were absolutely in love, and that was easy to see. They had only been to the Abbey a few times, but any sibling of sin, ghoul, or anyone who crossed their paths could see the love on their faces.

Soon, the rings on their left ring fingers became evidence enough. Copia, being the romantic he was, proposed to them about a year and a half later.

The air was warm, spring just beginning to settle in, as they walked through the park they first walked at. They walked there often now, finding comfort in the atmosphere. Little did Y/N know that Copia had a surprise waiting for them. It wasn’t uncommon for them to go on picnics, especially not if they were sunrise or sunset picnics.

They walked the winding trail, arms linked together, as Copia nervously led them to their destination. In the other hand, Y/N held a picnic basket that had all of their favorite things, as Copia’s hand nervously fiddled with the small box containing the second most precious gem. The first being his beloved.

The sky was a gorgeous pale blue, the clouds outlined with pink and orange as the sun began to sink past the horizon. Their normal picnic spot had been set up to look very different.

Copia had to pull a few strings, but the trees were decorated with lights, and all of their favorite flowers formed to make a walkway that led to a small platform that was covered in more flowers.

He walked them towards the destination while one sibling of sin hid in the bushes to capture it on video and get the most perfect photos.

Y/N was in absolute awe. It looked like something out of a movie. “Is that for me, Copia?” They asked innocently, unsure of whether this was just for them or someone else.

“Yes, carissima. This is all for you.” He walked up to the platform, letting them take the first step. He steps up next, bending down on one knee. “I knew from the moment I laid my eyes on you that I wanted to be the one you loved. I have cherished every moment, every laugh, even the fights, all because I got to spend that time with you. You are the love and the light of my life. I love you beyond words, Y/N. So please, will you marry me?”

Crying, Y/N lowers themself to be level with him. “Yes,” they cry, holding his face in their hands and kissing him. “A thousand times, yes.”

Copia’s face lights up as he takes their left hand off his face, slipping the ring on, then pulling them into the closest hug they will ever feel in their lives.

Will you spill the wine

To summon the divine?

I'm with you always, always

Now paint a pair of eyes

And let's watch as it dries

Remember always, that love is all you need

Tell me who you wanna be

And I will set you free

There's a darkness at the heart of my love

That runs cold, runs deep

The darkness at the heart of my love

So bold, so sweet

The big day was here. The day where Y/N and Copia would pledge their love in front of everyone.

Marrying a Papa was a big deal. Everyone in the Clergy would gather to watch the occasion. The reception, however, was for close friends and family members only.

“Are you ready?” A voice called from behind Y/N . It was their father. He wasn’t entirely on board with the concept of marrying a satanic pope, but once he realized just how wonderful Copia made them feel, he accepted the relationship, and welcomed Copia with open arms.

“I believe so,” they said, using one hand to hold the bouquet of flowers, the other smoothing down their outfit.

“Then I believe it’s time,” he said, taking their arm in his as the doors opened. They looked up to where Copia was standing in awe. He had on a gorgeous suit and his paints were on. Tradition is that they wear full regalia, but he didn’t want to remember this moment as Papa, just as Copia. He finally was able to compromise with just using his paints, so he took what he could get.

They could tell that there were tears in his eyes. He was always the sentimental type. They smiled as tears welled in their eyes as well.

As they reached the altar, their father smiled at them and kissed their cheek before sitting down. Copia reached a hand out to them as they walked up the stairs, handing a bridesmaid the bouquet of flowers.

“Hi, you look gorgeous,” he whispered excitedly.

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” they said, giving him a wink. The officiant began speaking, signaling the ceremony had begun. There was a bottle of wine, two chalices, and their rings on a small table next to the officiant.

A little while into the wedding, both of them poured wine into the other’s chalice, crossing their arms as they sip. It wasn’t the most necessary part of the ceremony, but it was something that they decided to do. A symbol of their joining together.

They slipped their rings on after, officially combined as one.

They walked back down the aisle, arm in arm, smiling like children, so happy that they found their perfect match. Neither of them wanted to get their outfits messed up, so as their chosen guests filed into the reception room, they changed into simpler, yet still formal, outfits.

“I am so happy that I have you now,” Copia said, coming behind Y/N to wrap them in a hug and leaned his head on their shoulders.

“Until death do us part,” Y/N responded in a joking tone.

“Not even death could keep us from each other,” he said, kissing their neck. Y/N turned around, wrapping their arms around his shoulders, kissing him.

“I would never let that happen,” they smiled.

There's a darkness at the heart of my love

That runs cold, runs deep

The darkness at the heart of my love

For you

“Are you excited? It’s your last concert of this tour. I’m so proud of you,” Y/N said, kissing his cheek as they helped fix his robes.

“It has been a blast. I’m sad to see it come to an end, but that just means we can start new journeys now,” he smiled.

“You’re going to do amazing.” They both walked to the side of the stage, waiting for the cue that they were good to go. “Do you hear that? Copia, they love you.” A smile rested on their face, their head leaning on their husband's shoulder.

“No one could love me the way you do, dolcezza. They may love me, and I may entice them, but my eyes are only for you. I am only for you. I will be with you always,” he said, listening to the crowd’s chanting.

“It’s time. I’ll see you after the show, my love.”

“I love you,” Copia said, kissing them lovingly before walking on stage, the crowd screaming their heads off.

Y/N made their way to their designated spot above the crowd. There was always one section where they would stand and watch, no one else to bother them. The crowd was extremely reactive tonight, everyone having the best time. Even the ghouls looked to be having the greatest night of their lives.

They smiled, singing along to every song. Occasionally, Copia would look up to where they stood, and they waved each time.

He bounced around the stage, everyone enchanted by his every move, but now the concert was coming to an end. He looked so content and happy performing that neither of them wanted this to end.

“Now this song is very special to me. I used to sing this song, worried about the pain another would cause me, or a pain that I would cause another if I let anyone near me, close to my heart. I said no! No relationships!” He paused, looking around the crowd then looking up to them. “Now, I know that I was wrong. I wish I could have figured this out sooner, but when I stepped into that little coffee shop, I’m glad it took all the time that it did. For the past few years, my love, my beautiful, my angel, my partner has been by my side. So now, I sing a new song of love. Love for the one I am so glad to be able to call my partner. For my Y/N.” He pointed at them as the crowd cheered at the mention of their name, causing them to grin and blush. "This is Darkness At The Heart of My Love!” The crowd cheered some more as the opening notes played.

He sang beautifully. His voice was perfect, and his movements bewitching. Everything about this performance proved Copia was a masterpiece. Y/N leaned onto the railing, singing and watching as their lover made his way through the song.

“Remember always that love is all you need. Tell me who you wanna be, and I will set you free,” he sang as the song drew near its end, looking up to Y/N as he did.

There's a darkness at the heart of my love

That runs cold, runs deep

The darkness at the heart of my love

So bold, so sweet

There's a darkness at the heart of my love (my love)

That runs cold (runs cold), runs deep (runs deep)

The darkness at the heart of my love (my love)

So bold (so bold), so sweet (so sweet)

Y/N didn’t notice the security coming behind them, but they recognized similar strange figures standing on either side of the stage, stalking towards Copia.

Panic flooded them as they turned to run to try and save him, though it was a waste of effort. The security guards behind them grabbed them, forcing them to watch the events unfold.

“And all this time you knew that I would put you through the darkness at the heart of my love for you!” Copia sang, unaware of the men behind him while Y/N struggled.

When the summer dies

Severing the ties

I'm with you always, always

The men came behind Copia, grabbing his arms and legs, pulling him away from the microphone. A look of fear filled his face.

Paint a pair of eyes

Let's watch as it dries

I'm with you always, always

“No!” They screamed out, watching him get dragged off stage, struggling in the same way they were. “Copia! Please! No!” People in the few rows below them turned, watching the tears streaming down their face as they continued to scream.

Sister Imperator walked out on stage, beginning to say some words, but Y/N couldn’t make it out. The guards let them go, and they crumpled to the ground, shaking and sobbing, feeling utterly broken. “No,” they cried quieter. The crowd was painfully silent as they watched Sister. “This can’t be happening. No. Please.” A few siblings of sin walked toward them, lifting them off the ground, walking them back to a car.

They took them back to the ministry, and they cried the whole way there. They brought them to bed, changing their clothes and making them comfortable. They listened to their cries, sad looks on their faces.

They said nothing now, laying in the bed them and Copia would never share again. They held his pillow close, crying into it.

He was gone, and they wouldn’t get him back.

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why-what-no · 2 years

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HI AGAINNNNN , i keep getting ideas in my head thats why ive sent more than one request in a week

but basically another billy hargrove x reader (ive been obsessing over dacre montgomery recently) i want it to be based off of the quote “i always thought u were the most beautiful girl ive ever seen” and i want u to make up everything else, let ur imagination take over fully, thats all ask, thank you so so much dude, and im sorry for only sending billy request rn but i appreciate it lots 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

Prom?

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Notes: Thanks for the request! I was getting bored today and was wishing for something to write. And don’t worry about only giving Billy request, I like writing them.

Prompt: “I always thought you were the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

The strobe lights above Billy were a pale imitation of ones at clubs in Cali or house parties thrown by kids with rich parents, he thought wryly.

It was his prom, and while he hadn’t ever really thought about what his prom would be like, he had always thought it would be in California. Not in Hawkins, in their little gym class with students dancing along to Top 100 music.

There was a red plastic cup in his hand, filled with spiked punch. He took sips every so often, standing to the side of the room and watching his peers bittersweetly celebrating the last days of their childhood. He, on the other hand, was just relieved for his education to be over.

“Billy!” Tina stumbled over to him, clearly having had too much of the punch. “You wanna dance?” She asked, smiling up at him.

“Didn’t you come with John?” He asked her with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah. But he’s hanging out with the other guys. He won’t mind.”

Billy considered it, but… “Maybe later, Tina.”

He had planned to go to the prom alone for a while, reasoning that he could dance with more girls that way. (The fact that the girl he wanted to ask already had a date might have played a part in that as well). But now that he was here, he wasn’t really interested in any of the girls.

Well, except for one.

He saw her across the room, sitting at one of the tables. Alone, which surprised him. (Y/N) had mentioned to him that one of the guys on the basketball team had asked her out, so he had no idea why he was currently dancing with Tina and not with (Y/N). With her dress, makeup and hair done up all pretty, it was a surprise that her date wasn’t sitting with her all starstruck.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He sat down next to her, seeing the glum look on her face. “Not dancing with Daniel? Isn’t today supposed to be one of the best nights of your life or whatever?”

She scoffed. “Right back at you.” Sighing, she looked over at the jock. “He’s barely looked at me all night, I feel like it’s pretty clear he’s not interested in dancing.”

That surprised him, although not much. He knew what a dumbass prick Daniel was. In fact, it had taken all Billy’s self control not to tell her that when she had first told him she was going to prom with that guy.

“Well that’s pretty fucking stupid of him.” Billy said, a twinge of annoyance in his voice.

“You think that?”

“Yeah. Of course.”

“Shit. Maybe I should’ve gone with you.” She looked around. “Who’s the lucky girl, anyway?”

“I’m here by myself. So, I guess the lucky girl is you.”

(Y/N) laughed, reaching over to take a sip of his drink. “I guess so.”

He just looked at her. “Were you serious? About going with me?” He finally asked, his tone less joking then before.

“What happened to going alone?”

“Well. In my defence, I would’ve asked you but Daniel got there first.”

(Y/N) looked up at him, shock in her eyes. “That’s not funny.” She told him.

“Wasn’t joking. I actually…” He paused, wondering if he was actually going to say what he was thinking. Fuck it, he thought, might as well. “I always thought you were the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” He told her honestly.

“Really?” She was starting to smile, but a hesitant look still in her eye.

“Of course.” All he wanted was for her to know that he meant it. “Listen, I know it might be a little late for this, but.” Billy grinned at her. “You wanna go to prom with me?”

(Y/N) smiled for real this time. “Sure.” She responded, taking the hand he offered her as he lead her to the dance floor. Both of them ignoring Daniel, who was starting to look a little regretful of his decisions over the evening as Tina went back to her date and he was left all alone.

#stranger things #stranger things billy #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove #stranger things x reader #billy hargrove imagine #stranger things imagine #my fics

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mackeydoodledoo · 1 year

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The Fallen Angel

Pairing: Cirrus (Ghoulette) x (Fem! Fallen Angel)Reader

Summary: You were always enamored with music, but music that gives the aesthetic of promoting your fellow chaotic brethren (Or uncles?)... Was the last thing you expected out of humanity. Disguising yourself as a human, you begin working for Ghost; as their instrument technician: specifically to Rain. A certain Ghoulette crushes on you and you don’t know it.

Warnings: R’s Awkwardness, Swearing, Rain gets injured :(

Key: Italics = Thoughts, +*+ = Time Skip, Bold/Italic = Flashback

Theme: Something About You - Eyedress/Dent May

A/n: Okay listen, I fell in love with Ghost recently, especially with their keyboardist “Cirrus”.

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You always had a knack for music; throughout the centuries you’ve existed. But, not one where you’d be so invested in it, you’d learn everything there was to it: right into the nitty gritty.

Papa and the Ghouls had done just that for you. From a wee fan in their beginning to their most recent tour: Impera. You showcased your skill in many instrument shows. Not just in your knack for ‘conducting surgery’ on a bass guitar or a drum set. But, also playing skill...

“You sure have a knack for playing and fixing,” A man comes up to you

You were in the middle of soldering bass pickups for a client at the show until you look up.

“What can I- OW!” You jolt

You immediately place your heat gun onto its stand and shake your finger that you accidentally burned.

“Whoa you alright there?” He asks

“Yeah it’s fine, happens often,” You sigh, “What can I help you with?”

“I’d like to offer you a job,” He says, “Band’s drummer and bassist need a technician and uhh... seeing your skill with them, I couldn’t think of any other person suitable for the job.”

“I’m in,” You smile

Little did you know about what that person was offering you: had set you up with the notorious Ghouls and Ghoulettes that follow Papa Emeritus IV.

“Let me tune them first,” You speak into your earpiece

You look to the end of the bass: where the strings were being held.

“Any requests?” You ask the Tech/Sound board

“First thing that comes to your mind,” One replies

“God you guys are speaking to the most indecisive person here,” You sigh, but ending it with a chuckle, “I hate you all.”

Alright then...

These certain technician sessions, were kind of like performances for you. Just minus a giant crowd. You didn't want it any different really. After finishing your bass guitar soundcheck, you were about to head backstage until you spot Cirrus’ Keytar.

“Hey how much longer until the keyboard technician gets here?” You ask over your monitor

“Not for another ten minutes,” Your boss replies to you, “Why?”

“Oh... Nothing,” You smirk, “Just gonna do them a favor...”

*Cirrus’ POV* You were in the lounge with the other ghouls and ghoulettes, you hear a loud noise coming from up on the main stage; your Mummy Dust solo...

“Damn who’s that?” Dewdrop asks

“Must be our new bass technician,” Aether answers, “Was able to catch a glimpse of her opening night’s soundcheck. Kid’s got talent. Wonder where the Roadies found her.”

Everyone watches as you get up and begins making your way up to the stage.

“Where the heck are you going?” Dewdrop asks

“I wanna check her out myself,” You state, “She’s playing MY solo!”

“You’ve done that plenty of nights Cirrus,” Sunshine teases her

She shares snickers with the other Ghouls and other Ghoulette as you scoff at them.

But, Sunshine wasn’t wrong, since opening night, you’ve found yourself watching the new technician. Everyone was TEASING the absolute hell out of you for it.

“Cirrus, you’ve been watching her for the last hour, you need to get ready,” Cumulus comes up behind her

“In a minute,” You lie, still watching Y/n

Cumulus rolls her eyes as she walks right up to you, grabbing you by the arm.

“They’re halfway through soundcheck, get ready. Now.”

You peek out from one of the stage wings s you watch Y/n perform your solo.

Aether was right... She really does have talent.

You think to yourself as you watch the bass technician ‘perform’.

*Y/n’s POV* You run your hand over the keys as the solo ends. However, just before you were turning to return the keytar to its stand, you hear a slow applaud.

"Wouldn’t have done it better myself,” She smiles

“C-Cirrus!” You jump, the keytar’s strap nearly coming undone, “I’ve always wanted to try at the solo and uhhh... Opportunity was there so I...”

“You did great Y/n,” She smiles as she continues making her way to you, “Don’t cut yourself so short.”

“I’ve seen a lot of people posting about you playing this solo and another ghoul before you so... It’s also... My favorite non-bass thing to play,” You chuckle, “Managed to finish up before your tech gets here so...”

“You sure know instruments,” She says

“Well, I had a lot of free time growing up,” You chuckle

+*+

You sit down in the crew lounge... Next to your backpack, hyper fixated on your work.

“Hey,” A familiar voice comes up to you

You look up from tuning up one of the spare basses you brought along; it was actually your personal bass, but you trusted Rain enough to not break it should he break his own for reasons unknown.

“Are you going to watch the show this time?” She asks

“You know I always do, standing by if Rain needs a spare bass or something,” You smile

“Not that,” She chuckles, “To simply enjoy the show.”

“I always do Cirrus,” You reply, “Even when I’m working.”

“Come on,” She says, grasping your hand into hers, “I have to meet up with them soon.”

You nod as you follow Cirrus up to the stage.

+*+

“Where is Cirrus?!” Dewdrop grits his teeth

Cumulus hears ecstatic footsteps from behind her, so she gestures to it. The Ghouls and Ghoulettes tuen to see the both of you hand in hand.

“Cutting it close there Cirrus,” Cumulus endlessly teases her

“For her,” Cirrus confesses

A blush forms in your cheeks.

“If we can save the chit chat for later, we must head up there,” Papa comes in

“Good luck,” You whisper to Cirrus

She smiles as she begins turning to follow her fellow ghouls onto the stage but stops when she realized she had to let go of your hand.

“Hey,” You come up to her, “I’ll be right in the wings, watching, Okay?”

She nods, finally finding the confidence to let go of your hand to catch up with the rest of the Ghouls.

+*+

You were watching them from the wings, like you promised Cirrus, but you were on the opposite side of where she was, so you didn’t see her very much. A gasp leaves your mouth as you see Rain trip while trying to get up to one of the side stages. you break into a run as he was able to catch his bass, but used his hand to break his fall. Fortunately the lights go down when the song ends.

“Rain are you okay man?!” You ask, running up to him

He shakes his head as he clutched his wrist. You take his bass right off of him as Aether helps him up, bringing him backstage.

“Can we get him looked at?!” You shout

EMT officials take him and seat him as Papa and the other Ghouls and Ghoulettes await results from them. You were also waiting but also taking a look at his bass guitar to see if it needed repairs at all.

“Hope the people out there won’t get too worried on why it’s taking so long...” You mumble to yourself

“Have a little faith Y/n,” Cumulus pats your shoulder, “They can deal with a little waiting. Besides, Papa already informed them and that we’ll keep them updated.”

After a hot minute of waiting and pacing, one of the two EMT officials come out of the dressing room.

“Is he going to be okay?” You ask

“His wrist is sprained, He’ll need to be on the sidelines for a few weeks...” the EMT explains, “Do you have a stand-by bass player?”

The crew, the Ghouls/Ghoulettes and Papa turn to look at you.

“What are you all?...” Your voice trails off, beginning to catch on what they were hinting at

“Pick up that bass and fill in for him,” Cirrus walks up to you, capturing your hands into hers, “I saw how you were playing at soundcheck, you have to!”

You open your mouth, attempting to make up an excuse to not go on stage.

“How familiar are you... With our music?” Papa walks up to you

You straighten yourself out as Cirrus steps out of his way.

I’ve been on tour with ya’ll for a hot minute, I’m familiar enough...

“Enough to have the basslines memorized,” You awkwardly smile

“Spiffy yourself up,” He says, walking past all of you, “I have to make sure our fans know why our show is being delayed.”

Cumulus and Sunshine take you by both of your arms and begin dragging you into their dressing room. You turn your head over your shouldered Cirrus was right behind you, helping her fellow Ghoulettes.

“Time to get rid of these tacky clothing,” Cumulus states

“What’s wrong with this?” You ask, gesturing to your all-black ensemble

“Too bland!” She says, "You need Pzazz!"

"I might have something in my backpack," You say

You quickly rush out of the dressing room to head to the Crew lounge and grab your backpack and rush back to the Ghoulette's Dressing room. You make haste with making your way back to their dressing room, where they waited patiently for you.

“Get out!” You shout, “Sorry, not in a mean way, I wish to not have ghoulettes watching me strip.”

Cumulus ushers the other two out of the room and quietly shuts the door as you attempt to put on your “be a badass” clothing. You took off your shirt, black ‘dust’ beginning to solidify into wings. Panic sets in as you quickly put on a shirt; the dust disappearing as soon as you threw on your shirt. However, when you panic-picked up your body harness to throw on, you forgot it was a size too small...

Oh shit...

“Uhhh... Cumulus?... Anybody?” You call to one side of the door

You were honestly expecting Cumulus to nearly ram herself through the door, eager to help you out. However, Cirrus was the one coming through the door.

“Hey,” You say, turning your gaze away from her, “Thought you were going to be Cumulus.”

“Apparently she ran off to give an update to Papa,” She says

She takes the back of the vest and helps your arms through the sleeves. she comes around to the front, helping you lace the front together.

“You know I can do this part myself right?” You ask, chuckling

“I know,” She says, not breaking eye contact with your torso area

She tightens the laces, making you nearly gasp for air. However, you note how much closer you had gotten to her; your chest practically fitting against hers.

“I... Uhhhh...” Your lungs nearly collapse

Not because of the harness...

“There,” She smiles, pressing her cold palm against the bottom of your sternum, “All done.”

“Thanks Cirrus,” You look up at her, smiling

“Y/n, I-”

Before Cirrus could get the word out, Cumulus and Sunshine burst in.

“Oh- were we interrupting something?” Cumulus asks

“No,” You clear your throat, taking a step away from Cirrus, “What’s up?”

“We have your very own helmet,” She presents to you

You slowly take the helmet into your hands and notice that it looks exactly like Rain’s helmet.

“You didn’t take this from Rain did you?” You look at the two Ghoulettes in question

“No!” Sunshine exclaims, “Take a closer look at it, specifically the horns.”

You look down at the helmet again. You noted that Rain has a horn that breaks through the helmet on the right side. Yours was on the left. You also had a patch on the right side along the temple.

“How long did you guys have this?” You ask, nearly in tears

“We were going to gift it to you at the end of tour,” Cumulus states, “But, it was called for this moment.”

“You guys are too much,” You smile

You first put on the under mask and then tie your hair back (as much as it was able to) and carefully put the helmet on. It felt oddly a perfect fit, even though you had no clue you were getting your own personal Impera Helmet; hence the no head measurements thing.

“Okay, we gotta go!” Cumulus practically pushes you out of the dressing room

You grab one of the spare basses as you leap onto the stage, taking the space Rain would have.

+*+

No one really questioned a ghoul change however, were curious about it.

“As I have mentioned before our main Ghoul; Rain has sustained an injury while performing,” Papa explains again, “However, we have managed to summon a ghoulette that was able to fill in for him. Say hello to Cyclone.”

Wait... How does Papa... Know the name I set up for my own Ghoulette persona?....

You doin’t really try to question him as the loud rumble of applause echoes through the arena. You decided to just go along with it to appeal to the fans.

+*+

From the corner of your eye, you see the keytar.

Cirrus?

You turn your head and As you continue playing the baseline to Mummy Dust, you watch her beginning to walk up to center stage.

*Cirrus’ POV* You look over and notice Y/n staring as she continues slamming the bassline. You had some time before you had to take center stage to do your solo. Feeling bold, you begin making your way to her.

You watch Y/n as her eyes grow wide. seeing it from the lens of the helmet.

Got you.

You take your right hand and place it upon her cheek, underneath the helmet. You watch in delight as you watch her lean into your touch. However, time began running short. You begin making your way to center stage front as you let your fingers trail down to her chin.

*Y/n’s POV* Your dumbass nearly faceplants into the stage as you nearly attempt to follow her touch.

It was like magic... The way her cold hand contrasted with my body heat...

You trudge your way slowly as you continue not only playing the bassline, but to simply watch her in all her glory.

Your knees ate the stage floor as you unknowingly fall onto your knees. You didn’t even feel the pain. Hell, your body wasn’t even conscious of anything.

*Cirrus’ POV* As you take in a quick moment to gain all the praise, you turned around to head back to your main spot on stage. You notice how Y/n was simply on her knees, gazing up at you. You chuckle to yourself as you reach down to grab her by her chin.

What an easily influenced wee morsel...

You gently grab her by the chin and lift her face to yours.

*Y/n’s POV* Holyshitholyshitholyshitholyshit

Your face was at an ungodly mere inches away from her face.

“Cirrus what are you doing?” You try to scream out to her

But you wouldn’t have been surprised if she didn’t hear you as you watch her walk away.

+*+

You unbend your back as the bridge in ‘Mary On a Cross’ plays, you got a decent break. However, you stand back on your two feet as you begin walking back towards Cirrus’ stage.

“Your beauty never ever scared me,” You sing to her, unsure if she heard you or not she heard you

However, she answers your question when her head turns to you. She leans forward just as you begin playing the bassline again. Your head meets hers halfway, bonking helmets. However, it stays that way through the end of the song.

+*+

At the end of the night, you watch as all of the ghouls and ghoulettes begin interacting with the crowd. Like Rain, you didn’t know what you were doing. You no longer had the Bass guitar in your grasp. You were pulled out of your thoughts when you felt Papa begin bringing you to the center of the stage as you finish throwing the last of Rain’s guitar picks. You watch as he takes a step back, allowing you to gain a standing ovation. In the midst of turning around to look at everyone, Cirrus runs up to you for a hug, nearly toppling you to the ground, basically off the stage.

+*+

You head into the crew’s tour bus as you begin switching into slightly more colorful clothing, but comfier. As soon as you removed your body harness, your lungs nearly collapse from the constriction.

“Finally,” You exhale

You begin unbuttoning your button-down shirt, feeling the cool, condense-ness of your wings beginning to materialize.

You hear a gasp.

“Oh my god!” You yelp

You immediately throw on a flannel: your black wings dissipating underneath your clothing.

“You weren’t meant to see that Cirrus...” You say, panting, “What are you doing here anyway?”

“I wanted to see if you wanted to come to the afterparty,” She says, “You were apart of the show

You were beginning to button up your flannel until you felt cold palms touch your shoulders.

"Turn around Y/n,” She tells you, calmly

You found yourself turning around. It was like you didn’t feel like you were in control of your own body. Just how seductively demanding she sounded.

Her.

Yes... She was doing that to you.

“Now, care to tell me what the hell I just saw?” She asks

“I’m... Not... Entirely human...” You say

“So what are you part demon or something?” She asks as a joke

“Close,” You shrug, “You wouldn’t really like to see my full form...”

“Try me,” She says

You slowly close your eyes as you begin unbuttoning your flannel. Black ‘dust’ began filling in the negative space of the bus. Cirrus steps back as she watches black wings solidify from the black ‘dust’.

“I’m... A fallen angel...” You confess

Cirrus doesn’t answer right away as she observes your broken wing. Her cold hands touch the broken wing to feel it.

“God didn’t believe I would have made the best influence on humanity so... He stripped away my title as an angel... left one of my wings right at its base as I fell to earth... Been here since.” You lightly take a sharp inhale

“How long ago?...” She asks

“I lost count after getting to the 1900s...” You sigh

“That long huh?...” She asks

You nod.

“I’ve always wondered how well Fallen Angels’ wings would take care of their wings,” She says

“I just wash like like a bird would,” You say

Cirrus giggles at your answer.

“And I’ve always wondered what you Ghouls and Ghoulettes look like underneath those helmets,” You say, turning to her, “Take off the helmet...”

You realized that you never saw her without it, the rest of the ghouls really. You tell her, not in a demanding booming voice but as calmly as possible. Cirrus takes a step back a little bit.

“You wouldn't like it,” She says

“Try me,” You tell her

She stops fidgeting with her fingers as she looks down at you, noting the two words you said that she said exactly to you. She shakily raises her hands to her helmet, beginning to lift it off of her head. However, she begins to struggle trying to get it over her head. You lift your hands and place them over hers.

“I got it,” You say, “Do you trust me?”

She nods. She lets her hands fall back down to her sides as you carefully remove the bulky helmet from her head. Cirrus raises her hands to take off the under mask and her hair falls to her shoulders. Her skin was that like a gargoyles, small, stubby horns...

How did this helmet not hurt her?

Her eyes were ice blue... But... Her hair. Her hair was the topper. Her hair was dark and straight. However, as it ended to her shoulders, it looked like your wings when you put them underneath clothing. Your fingers go to twirl the ends of her hair but they dissipate through your fingers.

“Your hair- it’s like... Cirrus Clouds...” You say

“Funny how I adapted my name from damn clouds,” Cirrus jokes about her own name

“I like Cirrus,” You tell her, “I wouldn’t want to call you by any other name.”

*Cirrus’ POV* As you look down at Y/n, heat rushes against your cheeks.

“Fallen Angel or not,” You begin, “You’re pretty great yourself.”

You lean down slightly as you capture her lips in a gentle kiss.

*Y/n’s POV* Your heart gives a hefty thump as Cirrus pulls herself away.

“Cirrus,” Your eyes gleam

“Was that... Okay Y/n?” She asks

“That was... More than okay,” You smile

The both of you lock lips once more however, was short-lived when the bus door slams open.

“Cumulus!” Cirrus tries to cover you

But, Cirrus couldn't reach your flannel, so Cumulus easily sees your broken Angel Wings.

“Oh My GOD!” Cumulus’ eyes gleam

“Cumulus, Y/n was just curious what I looked like so I just wanted to show her and-” Cirrus tries to explain

“Y/n had a right to see what we looked like, I’m more concerned why Y/n didn’t show off these babies sooner!” Cumulus says, “But, I’m also in here to see where the hell you went off to. After party is raging right now.”

“Shit that’s what I came in here for,” Cirrus sighs, “I wanted to ask if you were going to join us for an after party.”

“I’m in,” You smile, buttoning up your flannel, your wings dissipating underneath the clothing

“Awwww I wanted to see your wings some more,” Cumulus whines

You begin following Cirrus and Cumulus out of the bus, handing Cirrus her helmet.

“Unless you want me shirtless,” You chuckle

Cumulus turns to face the both of you...

“Don’t push your luck Cumulus,” Cirrus steps in, “I love you but she’s mine.”

#cirrus ghoulette x reader #the band ghost #ghost band #ghost #cirrus ghoulette #female reader #ghostbc #cumulus ghoulette #sunshine ghoulette #aether ghoul #rain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #swiss ghoul #papa emeritus 4 #nameless ghouls #nameless ghoulettes

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jiunngs · 1 year

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CANDY ✶ CHOI YEONJUN

ft. male!reader x choi yeonjun. wc 1k. note ive had yj on the brain recently.. and also weddings 4 some reason.

desc ★ being guests at someone else's wedding gets him thinking about your own.

it was your cousin who was tying the knot that evening, looking beautiful in a flowy gown that trailed behind her in a train of chiffon and stitched stars and crescent moons, delicacy sewn into every detail.

yeonjun had been more than happy to tag along as your plus one, and he’d stayed glued to your side the whole ceremony; only letting go to reluctantly let you speak to relatives you hadn’t seen in a while and then sliding right back next to you the second the conversations had ended.

the reception was held in a wide open hall, decorations strung up everywhere you looked and an absurd amount of glitter. your younger relatives had managed to get hold of some, and so you and him had both fallen victim to getting it thrown at you in liberal amounts before they scampered off without even trying to hide their giggles, balloons stolen from someplace or other in the venue bouncing along with them.

you were both toeing the line of tipsy not long after the cake had been cut and the music had started, the colours from the disco lights dotted around every surface. you’d shared champagne from the tiny flutes being offered around and the pair of you had made a game of trying to guess whatever the other had fed you from the wide spread laid out on a long table for everybody to pick and choose from.

he’d dragged you to the dancefloor not long afterwards, leaning in close every chance he could and watching you enjoy yourself with wonder in his eyes. the celebration had got him thinking about when it’d be your turn to do this, when it’d be your turn to slow dance in the centre of the floor and swear that he was yours if you were his, and just the thought alone brought a smile to his face and a light blush to his cheeks.

he didn’t bring it up until you’d both decided to take a break from the dancing, and moved into a smaller corner of the room and simply stood together, gently swaying to the music playing and watching the happy couple bask in the first moments of being together — married, with the matching bands to prove it.

“that’s gonna be us one day.” he murmured softly, watching with a small grin overtaking his lips as the tips of your ears burned red. he shifted from his position of resting his forehead on your temple to face you head-on, his hands moving to hold your waist. his grin turned more teasing as he continued on, voice soft but the two of you being close enough that you were able to hear him clearly over the music.

“and i already know you’re gonna look so good in that suit, baby. straight from a magazine.”

yeonjun watched as you rolled your eyes and hit him on the shoulder but smiled anyway, and then took the chance to speak again. maybe the champagne was loosening his lips a little too much, because he couldn’t seem to stop the stream of words spilling out of his mouth.

“should we make our boutonnières match, too? or maybe our ties? we’d really look the part then, wouldn’t we?”

you slung your hands over his shoulders, fingers interlinking lazily behind them and leaned forward a little to rest your forehead on his, sighing in mock reluctance when you answered his questions.

“fine, yes. the boutonnières can match the suits. but only if i get to throw the bouquet.”

he agreed readily, hands squeezing gently from their place on your hips.

“of course, pretty boy, anything for you. does that mean i get to the cut the cake?”

you had only just nodded your assent before he was surging forward and connecting your lips, taking you by surprise. he couldn’t help himself anymore, it seemed, the sudden rush of love coursing through him too much to keep to himself.

he silently said his thanks for the low lighting in the hall, and the corner you two had lingered in for most of the reception being mostly quiet — any guest who had been there having moved on to make their rounds greeting others they knew and giving their congratulations to the newlyweds any time they passed. his hands moved up to cup your face as your own shifted to tangle themselves in his hair.

he was loathe to let you go, and only eventually did so when you pushed him back after a few minutes and reminded him of your present company.

still, he huffed about it, clinging to you and pressing soft kisses to your hair instead. both of his hands trailed down to grasp your left one, and he brought it up for both of you to see; before circling one in particular.

“can’t wait to put a ring on this finger.”

you scoffed and twisted out of his grasp only to grab his palms instead, raising an eyebrow in challenge.

“not if i do it first.”

that stunned yeonjun into silence for a few moments, as if he’d forgotten that was a possibility, but just as soon as he’d drifted off he snapped straight back to the present and whined again.

“stop saying shit that makes me wanna kiss you! you just said we can’t!”

the smirk that you showed him next was nothing short of impish, and when you shrugged slowly he could only stand and stare while you spoke again.

“i only said not here, jjunie! my family’s all here, why would i want them watching? but, if you wanted to go find somewhere more private, i wouldn’t be opposed.”

those were the only words he needed before he was taking you by the hand and practically running to the door, pointedly ignoring your laughs from behind him as he pulled you to the nearest alcove where he could press you up into the corner and kiss you stupid. you. the boy he loved. the boy he wanted to stay with for as long as you’d have him. the boy he’d happily wake up next to every morning without fail, and fall asleep next to that same night.

the boy he wanted to marry, someday.

✿ title from candy by cameo i love that song??! also why has spotify made me a wedding mix and why is it so good. this is unedited but im rly tired spare me.. i'll do it tmr promise

#works ★#⠀ 🥂 ⠀ seonooz ⋆ ⠀ ?#txt #tomorrow x together #tubatu #txt fluff #choi yeonjun #choi yeonjun x reader #choi yeonjun x male reader #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun x male reader #x male reader #x reader #NO BUT WHY IS TBIS KINDA CUTE. LIKE #blows up

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yensunflowers · 1 year

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so i saw this post about how modern nhs would use his phone as a equivalent of a fan. and tricking people into thinking he's not listening when is. and i added my own 5 cents and now i have a drabble! unspecified modern au with nhs as wwx's and jc's problem radar because it's not the gusu trio if they don't get themselves into some problems! unedited + written late, i might expand this au later... maybe

He was a party soul, honestly. He loved going out and spending time with people, listening to music, dancing, and anything but spending time studying. And it was no surprise that Huaisang was now sitting on someone's couch, in someone's house, he didn't really know the owner– But a good party wasn't happening every day!

"...nah, no, we'll deal with him quickly."

He was alone though, with only his phone to keep him company. But it wasn't a problem really, he hadn't checked his Instagram feed for an hour now, so he had plenty of things to waste time on. Until someone comes up to dance with him.

"Are you sure?"

He sighed. It would be great if someone did... Despite all his love for social media and all, he didn't really want to spend this whole night just on his phone, listening to the party noises.

"Obviously! Come on, he's just a fucking brat who thinks he's in power now. All bark but no fucking bite."

His finger stopped mid-scrolling, his attention caught by a photo posted by one of his friends. Eh, Jiang Cheng wasn't a person to post anything often, so it was a big occasion! He tapped the screen twice and quickly opened the comments section.

"I don't know, he seems strong... he beat up two people at once."

He typed a short comment about the photo and how shocking it is to see him active at all, before closing off the app. Though, he was even more surprised to see that almost instantly he got a notification back.

"But they were unprepared losers. I'll get the old man's people, get some knives or something and we will fucking deal with the fucker."

It took him no time to open direct messages with Jiang Cheng, seeing that he was online. He was bored, alright? And Jiang Cheng was the perfect person to text! Well, maybe because he was sometimes funny to tease...

"...you want to kill him?"

He texted him about how he was at some boring party and had no one to dance with, he had no one else to bother in other words. As if Jiang Cheng cared, was the reply.

"Nah, wouldn't risk jail because of trash like him. Just stab him to show who's actually in power and that's it. A warning, you know."

Nie Huaisang sighed heavily and clicked out of the app again. He stared at the screen for a moment and opened the camera instead. He posed to the camera, opting for the same, well known pose he had in most of his party photos.

"I don't want to deal with his brother if anything serious happens to him, though."

It took him a moment to actually make a good photo, good quality, and all in this party lighting, but he looked super cute! He opened Instagram again and posted the said picture. He couldn't be bothered with a good caption, so instead, he just put the first emoji he had in his recent ones and tapped "post".

"Ha! As if he cares about this annoying orphan... He will thank us for dealing with him, watch it."

And then, he opened his direct messages with Jiang Cheng again.

you: you better watch ur brother btw

jiang cheng: why

you: [pic]

The photo was showing two guys sitting near the couch Huaisang was occupying. If they were a little less obnoxious and not so fucking loud, maybe he wouldn't hear their full conversation and their plan would succeed, but, well! Maybe if they cared about their surroundings more.

you: ive been listening to them talk for some time

you: and they might be out for wei-xiongs blood

you: this time literally

jiang cheng: fuck

jiang cheng: what the fuck

you: take care, you two

Nie Huaisang tapped out of the app and raised his eyes from the phone. His gaze lingered on the two men, talking loudly and drinking some random liquor he was sure wasn't even party sponsored until his phone screen went black.

Well, he should sit around for some more, maybe. Who knows what else he would accidentally hear? He pulled out his earphones. This is going to be a long, long night it seems.

#yen's sunflowers #a flute and a guqin #nie huaisang #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #i never post my writing like this online #but here we are

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