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gaecoo · 2 years

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jngwonf4iry · 2 years

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!! my mama told me

Don't you cry over no spilled milk !!

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lesbianpepsi · 10 months

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Hi can you write about taking care of Sam when she sick and just fluff

hello honey, of course i can write a lil sick fic, especially if it's for Sam

I adore you, can't you see you're meant for me?

Pairing: Sam Carpenter x Fem!reader

Request: Taking care of Sam whiles she's sick

Words: 1.863k

Warnings: sam having the cold? bad writing

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"I can't come over, I'm sick." Sam grumbled through the phone along with a few coughs.

You giggled at her words. "Boo, you whore." You replied thinking Sam was only trying to quote the iconic line from the iconic film, Mean Girls.

More harsh coughs were heard through the phone which slightly alarmed you since- no offence to your girlfriend- she wasn't the best at acting.

"What? Why are you calling me a whore?" Your eyes widened as you noticed Sam was in fact not quoting Mean Girls. "Wait, you're actually sick?"

"Why else would I say I'm sick?" The nasally sounding Carpenter sister questioned sounding confused.

"Oh shit I'm so sorry, Sam. I thought you were- you know what never mind. I'm coming over now." You said briskly as you put the call on speaker mode, rushing to put your converses on.

"You don't have to come over, it's fine." Sam said to which you shook your head at, as if she could see you. "I'll be over in ten." You told her as you finished tying your shoes, running over to grab your phone, wallet and keys before walking out of the door.

"You live thirty minutes away."

"I'll be there in ten."

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You somehow managed to arrive at Sam's and Tara's apartment in ten minutes and with a bag full of items.

Knocking on the door three times to announce your arrival you opened the door and walked in.

Tara was sat on the couch with the Babadook playing on the Tv, she turned her head to look at you, giving you a smile. You gave Tara a little wave with your free hand as you swiftly closed the door.

"Hey Y/n, Sam's in her room." She told you to which you smiled appreciatively at. "Hey Tara. How've you been?" You asked as you walked over to stand behind the couch, looking down at Tara.

She shrugged her shoulders weakly. "Alright, thanks for asking. I'm feeling much better than I was a few days ago."

"You were sick too?" You asked her. She nodded her head. "Unfortunately. Mindy had a bad cold and she gave it to me, and every time I get sick Sam also gets sick. So now she's rotting away in her bed."

You chucked at the thought of Mindy passing her cold to everyone in the group, thankfully you hadn't gotten it yet.

"Sibling connection." You teased before you glanced towards Sam's door. Tara giggled nodding her head, it was truly an annoying connection.

You began to walk over to Sam's room before you abruptly stopped and shoved your hand into the bag, pulling out a bottle of Cherry Coke and a small box of Nerds as you turned back to look at Tara.

"I almost forgot." You said making Tara turn to look back at you. Her eyes glanced at your hands and her eyes widened with excitement. You tossed over the drink and sweets that Tara horribly failed to catch.

"Thank you!" She yelled out in a sing song voice already opening the Nerds to get a handful. You laughed as you continued your original plan to walk towards Sam's door.

You gave it a gentle knock before walking inside. The room was utterly void of any light other than some of the light peeking through her curtains.

"Sammy, you alive?" You joked lightly as you walked over to the curtained window, pulling them apart only a bit to allow more light inside so you could actually see your girlfriend.

Sam grumbled as she shuffled around in her bed. "Barley." She said in a raspy nasally voice that made you sigh, she sounded really sick.

Kicking off your shoes you moved to sit by Sam on the bed. The sick girl turned away from you hiding her face in the pillows.

"I don't want you also getting sick." She mumbled as she let out a heavy breath. You pushed yourself closer to Sam as you placed the bag on your lap, searching through it for specific items.

"Well I'm here now and I'm not leaving until you're back to your non-sick self." Sam grudgingly rolled over with her face landing softly against your elbow.

You shuffled further down until Sam could lay her head on your shoulder. Turning your head to look at her you noticed she looked really ill.

Darker bags than usual were laying under her eyes, the end of her nose and the skin around her nose red from having to use a tissue so often, she was also boiling. Even through your hoodie you could feel the heat radiating off of Sam.

"Oh baby." You whispered with sympathy, Sam groaned next to you. "Don't pity me."

You rolled your eyes at her stubbornness. From the bag you pulled out a myriad of items: a packet of Ibuprofen, a box including sachets of cinnamon tea (Sam's favourite), a packet of tissues, a bottle of cold water and of course some soup.

"Have you taken any pills today?" You asked her to which Sam shook her head 'no'. You passed over the pack of Ibuprofen along with the bottle of water. "Take two now and then in a few hours if you've still got sore thighs you can have another two."

"How'd you even know my thighs hurt?" Sam asked pulling away from you to sit up on the bed, her back now against the headboard.

You copied her movement as you watched her take out two pills from the packet.

"Every time you're sick your thighs always hurt, I remember you telling me." You said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Sam's eyes gazed at you as she popped the pills in her mouth before taking a large sip of the water. She swallowed it after a few seconds and kept the bottle on the bedside table.

She coughed once as she nodded her head, giving you a smile. "Thank you." You smiled sweetly at her as you grabbed her hand, interlocking your fingers with a gentle squeeze.

"How about I go make you some soup and some cinnamon tea then we can watch anything you want." You suggested as you picked up the tomato soup can with your free hand, a bit basic but it was Sam's favourite.

She nodded her head slowly at your words, smiling weakly. "Yes please." She croaked out in a nasally voice.

You gave a curt nod before getting out of the bed, Sam let out a low groan as you dropped your interlocked hands.

"I'll be quick, you pick a show or movie while I make you your soup okay?" You said as you manoeuvred your hoodie off your body, dropping it in the floor.

"Fine." Sam exaggerated. You smiled at her once more before grabbing the box full of sachets and tin once again before leaving the room.

It didn't take long until you were back by Sam's side with a bowl of tomato soup, a small plate of toast and one cinnamon tea for Sam.

(While you were gone Sam had put on your hoodie which made your heart soar at the sight)

"You're the best." Sam thanked as she took the bowl from your hands, taking a small spoonful to which me moaned in satisfaction at the taste.

You beamed with pride as you moved closer to Sam's side until your shoulders and thighs were touching.

"Did you choose what you want to watch?" You asked her as you stole a toast off the plate on her lap. "Don't you dare get crumbs in my bed." Sam threatened as she turned to give you a serious look.

You sighed leaving the bed to stand up as you ate your toast. "What movie or show?" You repeated with a mouthful of toast.

"What's that tv show you keep watching when I'm at yours?" Sam questioned back as she took another spoonful of the soup.

"Brooklyn Nine Nine?"

"No I don't think so."

"Schitts Creek?" You guessed again.

Sam shook her head 'no.' "Derry Girls?" You asked in a more hopeful tone as you took one final bite of your toast.

"No, it's not a sitcom."

Dusting off the crumbs on your shirt you went to sit next to Sam again. "The End Of The Fucking World? Hannibal?" You tried again.

"Is the main character a Russian blonde woman?"

Your eyes widened as you finally figured out what show Sam was talking about. "Killing Eve?"

"Killing Eve, that's the name. Yeah Killing Eve." Sam confirmed as she took her own slice of toast dipping it into the soup. You grinned with satisfaction as you grabbed the TV remote, logging into Netflix to find Killing Eve.

"You know if you just said that in the beginning I would've guessed it a lot faster." Sam rolled her eyes as she took a bite of the toast.

As the opening scene to the first episode played Sam had enough of her food for now and placed them on top of the bed side table. Replacing the bowl and plate with her cup of tea.

You felt Sam move closer to you as she leaned her head on your shoulder, one hand holding the hot cup of tea and the other laying on your leg.

Wrapping an around her waist Sam relaxed even further into the touch. Sam was usually the one wrapping an arm around you, or usually being the big spoon, but when she's sick she settles for allowing you to be the bigger spoon.

"You're the best girlfriend ever." Sam said as she took another slow sip of her cinnamon tea, the smell wavered into your nose.

You chuckled at the compliment. "I know right." Sam rolled her eyes playfully as she took another careful sip of her tea.

"I take back my statement." She threatens with seriousness, you gasped dramatically as you placed a hand on your chest. "Oh how you wound me, my love." You say playing into the dramatics.

Sam laughed in a dry tone which still managed to make your heart skip a beat at the sound.

"Fine I'll take it back, just because I love you."

"I knew our love would conquer all."

The two of you stayed in comfortable silence till the end of the first episode of Killing Eve.

Sam had finished her tea and was fully cuddling into you at that point, making you pass her the bottle of water every now and again.

As you pressed play for the next episode Sam spoke up. "Thank you for coming over and taking care of me."

You smiled warmly as you kissed Sam's forehead, the skin cooled down a bit compared to how hot it was earlier.

"It's my duty as your girlfriend, Sam. You don't need to thank me." You reassured her as she let out a hum.

"Still, thank you." She said as you felt her press a featherlight kiss to your neck. You beamed with love at the contact, your smile somehow widening.

"I love you so much, Sammy."

Sam rolled her eyes at the nickname as a smile of her own played on her lips. "I love you so much more, Y/n."

#lesbianpepsi 200 followers celebration #sam carpenter x reader #sam carpenter x female reader #sam carpenter #scream six #my fic writing #sick fic

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anahilation · 5 months

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sundays-wing-piercing · 2 months

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BRO IVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT FOR SO LONG AND IT MADE ME WONDER..

what if s/o is some sorta singer and dancer and one night, sunday and his lover head to some tavern thats like a restaurant where shes gon perform and hes seated at the nearest table near the stage.

as the s/o performs, what if she’s singing a song she dedicates ro sunday but like its VERY subtle, like instead of saying full names, she just says “he” but sunday is a lil slow but catches on and cough cough s/o invites him on stage to dance a waltz together

Deeply sorry for just answering this rn 🙏🙏🙏 but regardless IT IS A CUTE IDEA OMG THANK YOUUU

At first, all Sunday knew was that tonight was gonna be one of your performances. Most of the time he has been there to watch and support you if he could make the time so he really didn't expect anything out of the ordinary. The only hint you gave him was that this night was one of the many times you'd sing some originals rather than covers or request and he was excited. He always was supportive of his loved one's pursuing their dreams which was evident in how he acted towards both you and Robin.

Front row seats only. Or maybe in this case a front table as he sits in anticipation with a drink he had ordered. He may look unfazed, but those chicken wings never failed to give off how he truly felt inside. The lights dim and you enter the stage in one of your iconic outfits. Hair all put together and neat with your makeup as the cherry on top for the look. Oh how smitten this man is of you, not like he was the only one. Little did he knew you had something in plan for your lover.

Light taps could be heard from the mic before you started singing. Ah another fluffy love song, a signature of yours. One laced with lyrics filled with words you had carefully picked out to convey a warm feeling in whoever cares to listen, a character you would describe as your dearly beloved that just so happens to treat whoever sings the song, in this case you, exactly how he shows his affection towards you. And the moments you sing oh so softly about are reminiscent to the ones you used to share with him- wait. IS THIS ABOUT HIM?!

You let out a short sigh of relief when you saw his widened eyes and red face, different from his usual composed one. As the instrumental took over, you extend your arm out inviting him to dance on stage. Sunday didn't like publicly displaying his affection so you didn't expect much. Though even if his red face was covered by his wings, a trembling gloved hand in yours, him coming up to the stage was surely a suprise but not one that you didn't accept.

Eventually the beat came to a stop as you sang the chorus once more. Free hand entertwined with his as his other hand rested on your waist. Body swaying side to side gently as the song came to an end. Patrons and one time customers alike of the restaurant clapped and cheered at your performance. As embarrassed as he was, he's glad he's yours.

*explodes* I am so sorry this leans more to singer than dancer cuz the vision I had was one of those nightclub singers but as always do tell if you want a redo

#ai rants #hsr sunday #sunday hsr #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #hsr sunday x reader #sunday x reader

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f-loqweres · 3 months

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‎ ☐ ☐ ☐ event winners ! °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ♡

This is my first event and I was really happy that many people entered. I will make many more events in the future so please don't be discouraged if you didn't win, since everyone's moodboards were STUNNING and it was honestly really hard to pick.

‎ Winners :

1. ❀ @bambicito - i just felt like her mb fit the event theme so well and it was jaw-dropping like i nearly died when i saw it. go check it out because it was beautiful and first place was well deserved. congrats ! xoxo, jen.

2. ❀ @p-oisn - her mb was absolutely stunning and i loved the fact that she made her OWN miffy divider which was like the cherry on top for me. The mb in itself was beautiful, gorgeous, stunning i could go on about it all day thats how pretty it was. congrats ! xoxo, jen.

3. ❀ @gigittamic - her mb was so cute n adorable, honestly when i saw it i nearly cried. i absolutely loved the bit where it said '𝓝oughts & ͏͏ 𝓒rosses , jimin style.' NOW THATS THE BEST THING EVER, right?congrats ! xoxo, jen.

Runners up :

4. ❀ @lil-liaa - her mb was just absolutely adorable ! the best bit in my opinion was the gifs, especially the miffy one it was just too cute n adorable. congrats ! xoxo, jen.

5. ❀ @i3vivi - the mb just fit the minimalism concept so well in my opinion, it was just adorable and stunning ! btw i loved the miffy icon you put on the nose of tsuki, it made it 10 times cuter. congrats ! xoxo, jen.

Honourable mentions (people who's mbs were STUNNING but weren't winners):

@y2jiz @wonysela @fairytopea @ryeins @markirlse @haenxn @yeossemble @dollijongs @luvreiy @h-anis @ditzyys @pjsblr-s @eun-luv (please don't be discouraged if you didn't win, it was really hard to pick)

Prizes (to remind you) :

1. 45 reblogs on @douxsunnii , 7 custom moodboards , 5 custom mini moodboards , a shoutout @f-loqweres, 5 custom locs on @chaehrtz

2. 30 reblogs on @douxsunnii , 5 custom moodboards , 3 custom mini moodboards , a shoutout @f-loqweres, 3 custom locs on @chaehrtz

3. 20 reblogs on @douxsunnii , 3 custom moodboards , 1 custom mini moodboard , a shoutout @f-loqweres, 1 custom loc on @chaehrtz

2 runner ups : 10 reblogs on @douxsunnii and a shoutout on @f-loqweres

(Please note that it will take me a while to deliver all the prizes, (especially the moodboards and locs) so please be patient)

dm me to claim your prizes so i can start working on them ASAP ! ily~

#@f-loqweres #jen : noughts & crosses (miffy style) event #thank you to everyone who participated !#xoxo - jen.

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alyxdefoisnthere · 3 months

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Mod D: This blog has so many trigger warnings I can't be arsed to name them, so for this reason PROCEED WITH CAUTION, now you can't say I didn't warn you because it's in all caps in my intro post so haha fuck you.

I am female unless I'm not, then I'm male unless I'm not, then I'm neither unless I'm not, then I'm both unless I'm no-....... In other words, I use she/he/they pronouns.

(Yoinked from @xdynomite )

MY FRIENDS!!!! <3

-@millie-of-imp (A SECOND MOD A BLOG?! WHAAAAT?!?!)

-@alastor-the-demon (temporary dad)

-@alastorthisisthetea (married dad)

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-@leo-velaz (Father Leo <3)

-@sketchbuddies (sketch and crystal are my children)

-@stampy-offical (My future husband, come at him and you'll find your heart in his hands... Literally)

-@xdynomite (my Americunt™ boy, come at me hoe)

-@bachirathebumblebee145 (my IRL school pooke, follow her or I'll hunt you down)

-@possibly-astraeus (cool guy James :D)

-@kip-davis (fellow Brit)

-@ilovemydogrykersomuch

-@ducky-loyal-servant-of-lucifer (my child who's older than me, hurt them and I'll kill you)

-@autistic-katara

-@astro-raven-power (My lil sis)

-@king--of--ducks (Step dad Luci, married to minimum wage dad)

-@nerdyquestier

-@cursed-cat-alastor (my pet cat because i like cats more than dogs :3)

-@flowersbringsadness (my very precious pup)

-@cherri-is-bomb (big sis cherri)

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-@hoshi-neko-hikari (my child, hurt her and I hurt your knee caps)

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Mod A: I LOVE YOU ALL MY FRIENDS <3 (PICTURE BELOW MADE BY KATARA)

go check everyone on this post out or i will personally come to your house an make a Ramsay level meal out of you

What is my goofy ass doing right now?

Online at the moment, my internet is still down so public WiFi at my local community/leisure centre is my bestie ATM, sorry Dyno lol.

Mod Status: Should probably drink less caffeine and sleep more, I need to go and get my wrist brace, I won't tho, can't be arsed

My dad is a prick, fuck you

NOTIFICATION GOAL: 25 (blow me up, you know how it is <3)

OMFG I HAVE A SCHEDULE?!?!

Online from 16:30-22:00 (GMT) on weekdays because school.

Online from 11:00-18:00 (GMT) on weekends because the leisure center closes at 6pm

SOULS I OWN:

-@calistotherat

-@sketchbuddies (they gave me 20 souls, suck it Ally HAHAHAHA)

THANK YOU TO @ilovemydogrykersomuch FOR THE ALASTOR ICON I'M CURRENTLY USING

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kimpossibly · 1 year

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cherry coke (d. jones)

pairing: daisy jones x fem!reader summary: after an exposing news article is published in rolling stone, daisy and y/n have to figure out how to deal with the world knowing the truth. warnings: swearing, homophobia (not a lot, just mentions and implications for plot reasons only, but nothing explicit), drugs, drinking, s*x (mentioned but not described), mentions of addiction (past and current), daisy wanting to commit h*micide (vengeful wife vibes)

author's note: so this is what i was doing while demotivated to write the chain. I PROMISE I WAS TRYING but this idea also appeared to me and i just. i had to guys. i HAD to. i'm glad you guys have enjoyed the final part of the chain (and by that i mean yelling at me in the comments for making you guys cry. no i am not sorry, this is what i was going for all along) but seriously, i love that you guys loved it. yes it was sad but i'm glad you all felt that with me, because boy was it difficult to write. so here's a happier one! i saw someone say that daisy jones gives iconic lesbian energy and i was like you know what???? i VERY much agree! like, she set so many trends and broke out of the box in so many ways...so like why not by being gay yk?? anyway, this one gets a lil angsty and then supa cute again so enjoy! i love you guys <3

DAISY JONES: You're famous long enough, you start to ignore the rumors. They're always gonna be there―some of 'em will surprise you when they're true, but most of the time they're just plain bullshit. You have to let them roll over you without a second thought. [pause]. But when that Rolling Stone article came out...it scared me. It was like Jonah Berg had stumbled on the gold mine of his career that could ruin mine in a second.

Y/N L/N: [holds up magazine] Inside Daisy Jones' and Y/n L/n's Torrid Love Affair. Quite the headline, huh? At the time, though, it kinda felt something like a death sentence. [pause] Look, the seventies were great, right? The parties, the music, the nightlife...but there were things that society just wasn't ready for yet. And that was what we were.

DAISY JONES: We were both so far deep into our denial then that it just...well, it made me want revenge [laughs]. But Y/n wasn't like that. She had her own things to deal with.

Y/N: Let me just tell you this one thing: never take your best friend on tour.

"You guys sold out this entire place?" Moody said as he looked around the giant stadium.

The band was in the middle of soundcheck in Henderson, but Y/n still found a moment to throw an arm over her childhood best friend's shoulders. "You sound surprised. If I were in a worse mood I might be offended."

Moody chuckled as Y/n wandered away to where Daisy was singing quietly into the main mic. Y/n knocked her foot into Daisy's boot as she passed, giving the girl a quick sly grin. Daisy returned it (not without a cleverly placed eye roll) and went on singing.

After a moment, an arm wrapped around Y/n's waist, pulling her back. She let out a shriek that melted into a laugh as Daisy pulled her back to the mic, saying, "Get back here and sing some harmonies with me!"

Moody watched with a quizzical look as Daisy and Y/n sang into the same microphone to test. Neither one of them could seem to really take it seriously; if their eyes met for even a second they'd laugh through the melody, effectively accomplishing nothing in the way of sound checking.

Eventually Y/n pulled herself away from the mic. She sang backup and harmonies on some of the songs off Aurora, but she never really liked having her own voice front and center. Besides, she was perfectly content to listen to Daisy sing. Daisy had a voice that demanded to be listened to. And Y/n loved it.

Billy passed by, impatiently shoving a guitar in Y/n's hand. "You gonna keep staring at Daisy, or are you gonna play?" he said in passing. Y/n stuck her tongue out at him and shouldered the guitar, still watching Daisy out of the corner of her eye as she plucked out the starting melody to Honeycomb.

Moody went to join the crowd when the first few concertgoers began to file in. From there it was a steady stream of fans, the chatter in the room growing louder and louder until thousands of people stood in the room, cheering and chanting for the band.

Moody had to admit it. He was impressed with what Y/n and the band had created for themselves.

The show began when Daisy walked onstage, red hair aglow in the pink and blue lights. There was glitter on her cheeks and dark makeup smudged around her eyes. And when Y/n walked onstage behind her, Moody noticed that she too had glitter on her face and lipstick smudged around her mouth.

The show was fantastic. When Daisy was at the mic (which, at that time, was always) she was electric, attracting light and eyes wherever she went. Whenever Billy stepped up to sing with her, it was like there was some instant kind of chemistry between them. They looked at each other, sang to each other, and it all made it feel like they were the only two in the room.

But there were times―few and far between, but still times―when Daisy would pick up the mic and go by Y/n as she played the guitar. In those moments, Daisy and Y/n would meet eyes, and the fits of laughter they'd had during soundcheck were nowhere in sight. They were focused on nothing but each other and the music. It seemed to suck all the air of the room in a single breath.

And during a particularly intricate guitar solo, Daisy got down on her knees in front of Y/n and sang up to her, setting the crowd ablaze with cheers and chatter.

Moody met back up with the band after the show, at which time Y/n leapt into his arms and stayed there, holding on and riding around as he greeted the other members of the band.

Daisy passed him last, and he gave her a short nod of his head. "Great show, Daisy."

"Why, thank you," she said in a very Daisy-way. As she passed, she gave a quick squeeze to Y/n's side, never taking her eyes off the girl until she was on the other side of them. It was an almost imperceptible gesture, but he saw.

Now, in that era of rock, shows didn't just stop after the set. The parties that followed were infamous for being the wildest place to be. Drugs and alcohol everywhere you looked, sex swimming in the air. If you wanted to dance a little too close to the devil, that was where you needed to be.

Moody got about as far as the entrance and tapped Y/n on the shoulder. "I'll meet you at your room."

She nodded, then bounced into the party without another word. I'll meet you at your room was code for their regular post-show routine. Y/n would go off to some party with Daisy and get shitfaced while Moody settled into Y/n's hotel room with a book. Around four or five in the morning, she'd stumble into her room, giggly and high, sometimes with Daisy at her side. Then Moody was in charge of sliding off her boots and making sure she sure got in bed and slept on her side. Then, he would go back to his own room for a few hours of well deserved sleep. Sometimes Daisy left, sometimes she didn't. Moody didn't put up much of a fight when it came to her.

Despite the fact that the party was nearly two floors above him, Moody could hear and feel the music through the ceiling. Hotel security never did much, mostly due to the hefty security deposit made by Rod and management. Hotels learned to expect this kind of thing when a rock band as famous as Daisy Jones & The Six came in town.

Meanwhile, Y/n was two floors above, stuck to Daisy's side, greeting everyone she saw and doing any drug she stumbled across. Her glass kept getting refilled, though she wasn't sure quite how. She allowed Daisy to pull her from group to group, keeping themselves latched together by the hand. And, around two in the morning, everyone was too faded to notice them slip out of the front door together.

The knock at Moody's door came at around 4:58. It was one, single sharp rap, then the dull thud of Y/n's head hitting the door. A soft giggle floated through the wood, "Let me in, Michael," she said, and he could practically hear the smile on her face through it.

He opened the door to see her leaned on the door frame, shoes in her hand, makeup smudged, hair messed up, clothing askew. Even then he thought she looked so beautiful, standing there, looking like she had just been blown through a tornado. Even then, she seemed to glow.

"G'morning," she greeted with a nod, stumbling in through the entryway.

Sure enough, she tripped over her own feet and nearly collapsed within a few seconds, sending Moody lunging to catch her around the waist. "Okay," he groaned, "no more of...well, anything for you tonight."

She rolled her eyes and scoffed, "If I had known you were going to be such a buzzkill, I woulda left you in Pittsburgh."

He guided her to the bed and sat her down. She slumped over, face half squished in the pillow. He held out a hand. "Give me all you got."

Y/n gave him a childish glare before digging in the pocket on her coat and pulling out half a dozen little baggies of pills and powders. She reluctantly smacked them into his hand, shifting further onto the bed to starting getting comfy.

"Thank you," he pocketed the drugs and started unlacing her boots. "You know, one of these days, all the parties are going to catch up to you, and you're either going to regret it, or you'll be passed out in the gutter. Just think about that."

"I've passed out in a gutter before. Not the best experience I've had, but not the worst."

He chuckled, sliding her coat off her arms. As he was pulling the covers over her, Y/n giggled. "I have a secret," she sang in a taunting voice.

"Oh yeah?" he asked, crouching down to her level. "Hit me."

"Nuh-uh. It doesn't work like that."

"Really? How does it work then?"

Y/n paused and thought for a moment. Then, she laughed again like she had just thought of something really dirty. "No!" she squealed. "No, no. I can't tell you. Nuh-uh."

Moody crossed his arms, giving her a pleading look, and then she sighed. "Fine," she relented with a grin, "Come here."

He leaned in, and she beckoned him even closer, until her lips were nearly pressed against his temple. Then, she spoke in a dreamy whisper, "I slept with the It Girl."

Moody pulled away, eyes wide. Y/n just giggled again like she couldn't believe it. She laid down on her side, eyes fluttering closed as she hummed the tune of Tiny Love. "Big eyes, big soul, big heart, no control, but all she got to give is Tiny Love."

She giggled like a maniac, seeming to find humor in those words then, and Moody went unnoticed as he stumbled out of the room, mind reeling at a million miles an hour. Y/n's giddy giggles floated up through the hallway after him, chasing him, until they finally came to a sudden stop.

The next morning she was awoken by Rod knocking at her door, yelling something about the bus leaving in ten. With a heavy pounding in her head, Y/n got up, and found she was unable to recall anything from the night before. Well, all except one thing―a thing that brought a little smile to her face when she recalled it.

After a sluggish bout of packing, the band was off to the next city―Sacramento, they told her. Good. She missed California.

All was normal for the drive. All except Moody. He hardly spoke to her, despite being a very talkative person normally. And when she did address him directly, he responded in as few words as possible. He was angry with her―they had been friends long enough for Y/n to be able to recognize that much. Eventually she gave up on trying to coax him to conversation and sat by Daisy, leaning her head on the girl's shoulder to try and get some sleep.

They made a stop before the hotel at some dinky dive bar to meet with Jonah Berg, a reporter for Rolling Stone. They sat around a table and drank, talking a little about the album and a lot about where they were headed next.

When things began to wind down and the band started to pack up, Jonah noticed Moody standing at the back of the room, arms crossed over his chest, glaring at no one in particular. Something about him looked like a story waiting to happen.

"Are you with the band?" he asked.

"Sure, you could say that."

Jonah lowered his voice. "Then what's got you looking all stormy?"

Moody paused, grappling with his next decision. He could either say it was nothing and tell Jonah Berg to buzz off, which, in all respects, would be the better choice. Or, he could tell the truth. And that, of course, would be disastrous. But people often made the disastrous choice when their feelings were involved.

Then he looked back at Y/n and Daisy, swaying together as Karen played a bluesy tune on the piano, and his heart constricted in his chest.

And then he made his decision.

DAISY: February 12, 1976. The day I almost committed murder.

Y/N: Okay, it wasn't that dramatic.

DAISY: [silence]

Y/N: Okay, maybe it was.

When Daisy walked into sound check that day, an hour and a half late, she did not find the band playing their instruments and practicing songs. Instead they all sat around atop their amps and chairs, with Rod standing at the back. All eyes turned to her the second she walked in. Well, all except Y/n's. She was sitting on the stage, legs tucked to her chest, tears streaming down her face. Karen and Warren sat behind her, each holding a comforting hand on Y/n's shoulder. And even though she had no idea what was going on, Daisy could only think about how it should be her comforting Y/n before anyone else.

"Are you just going to keep on staring, or am I allowed to know what's going on?"

And then Billy held out The Rolling Stone. "See for yourself."

KAREN: When Y/n read through that article, it was like watching a car crash in slow motion. She got all teary and quiet, and then she just shut down. She wouldn't talk to anyone. But Daisy? Daisy got mad. So mad it looked like she was going to burn the world down.

Daisy gripped The Rolling Stone with white knuckles. It had everything. From the time they met, to that night in Henderson. It was like they had ghosts following them everywhere, whispering in Jonah Berg's ear. Daisy didn't dare look at Y/n now, mostly because she couldn't quite be sure yet that this wasn't her own fault.

After she had finished reading, she threw down the article and stomped towards the phone in the corner. "That son of a bitch."

Rod stepped in. "Daisy, hold on―"

"No! If that bastard thinks he can just ruin my career for the sake of his own, then he can hear it from me exactly what kind of hell his life is about to become."

"Look, Daisy, if it's not true, we can call Jonah and work this all out."

Daisy stopped, the receiver floating in her hand, her chest heaving.

"Daisy?" Rod said, "It's not true, is it?"

The band went silent, looking towards Daisy. Her head was dropped, red hair shielding her face from them. Slowly, the hand holding the receiver dropped, and Daisy turned to them, her pale face flushed red. And instead of angry, she just looked hopeless. That was all it took to make them understand.

After a moment of silence, Y/n finally spoke up, "Who would do this?"

"Whoever it is, they know everything," Billy said, "that's a pretty short list."

Graham frowned. "Hang on, you're not saying that one of us did this, are you?"

"No, I'm just saying that it's not like we have a very long suspect list."

"Oh! So we're suspects now!"

"Graham―"

The door opened and the band looked over to see Moody walk in. All at once they fell silent. And as Y/n watched him walk in, it all clicked. A gasp ripped through her throat and she covered her mouth, sickness swirling in her stomach.

Moody seemed to understand too. "Guys, hang on―"

Daisy muttered something under her breath and ditched the phone, stomping towards Moody with her hands curled into fists. Rod and Billy just about leaped off the stage to hold her back. None of them wanted to witness the bloodbath that was sure to occur if Daisy got her hands on Moody.

"Did you do this?" Daisy demanded. Moody stayed silent and she laughed. "Come on, you might as well own up to it now!"

"Guys!" Karen shouted. Daisy turned, ready to scream for everyone to stay the hell out of this, but her words died on her tongue when she saw Y/n run backstage, followed by the deft slamming of a door. Everybody looked back at Daisy. She looked back at Moody, fury blazing in her chest like a dozen white hot suns. She wanted to throttle him and stomp on his head.

But she didn't know where Y/n was going. And she'd rather know that before she killed her best friend.

Daisy turned on her heel, stomping away in the direction that Y/n left. Moody let out a sigh of relief when she disappeared, the door slamming behind her. "Crazy..." he muttered, looking back at the group. He was met with six steely glares, and that's when he realized he was in a room full of people who probably hated him now.

Daisy saw her at the hotel bar, sitting alone. She was so quiet and still that it almost made her want to cry. Y/n was hurt. And worst of all, she was hurt by one of her best friends. That had to sting like hell.

Daisy quietly sidled up beside her, taking the seat next to her. "Whatcha got there?"

"A cherry coke," Y/n responded. Daisy gave her a look and she just shook her head. "Believe me, I'd rather be drinking something that would make me forget. But it's not even noon and I've been thinking about quitting."

That was a lie. The quitting part, not the part about it not being noon yet.

"So that's what it is then, huh?" Daisy asked with a wry grin, but there was something behind it. Something a little sadder. "Just a stupid news article?"

Y/n turned to her immediately, eyes softening. "Daisy," she said softly, "of course not. You know that."

"Well, now so does everybody in the world."

She quieted, nodding and taking a sip from the glass. She sat it back down, sighing. "So, do we..."

Y/n trailed off, her eyes drifting behind Daisy. Daisy turned her head and saw Moody leaving the theater. He stopped in place, looking at them as though he were watching open heart surgery. Y/n murmured something quick to Daisy and let her go, heading in towards Moody.

For a moment he thought she might slap him, and for a moment so did she. But instead she stared him dead in the face with the same eyes he'd seen on every birthday, every holiday, every good memory. And right then, they looked so hardened that he could barely recognize them.

"Is this what you wanted?" she asked, her voice laced with warning. He gave no response. She continued. "I have spent my entire life trying to figure out who I am―you know that better than anyone. For the first time...I think I did. I think I finally understand."

She glanced back at Daisy, then back to Moody. "And you had to fuck that up for me."

He again said nothing.

"I think it's best if you go home," she said. "If you try and get on that bus tomorrow, I'll have Rod call the cops. Better yet, if I get back to my hotel room tonight and you're there, I might just throw you out the window. And I'm on the tenth floor, so I wouldn't take that chance."

Daisy couldn't hear a word she was saying, but the look of horror on Moody's face told her all she needed to know. And with it she felt some sense of pride.

Y/n walked away, leaving him frozen in place. She held out a hand to Daisy. "Come on."

And Daisy just grinned, taking Y/n's hand and letting her pull her out of her seat and guide her away. She cast one last fiery glare at Moody before he disappeared from sight, immediately melting into a smile while Y/n drew her to the elevators.

He had been her best friend for over two decades. And right then she couldn't bear to be around him.

DAISY: I was ready to burn him at the stake. Unfortunately, my wife is a little more forgiving than I am.

Y/N: He was in our wedding party, on my side behind Karen and Eddie. I knew he felt bad for what he'd done, and he apologized about a million times. He'd been one of my best friends since I was little. It would've been hard to cut him out of my life, and it was hard to keep him in it. But time healed the shallower wounds, society warmed up to some things, and life got easier. I just feel glad that I got to a point in my life where I could find it in myself to forgive him.

Less than twenty minutes later, the pair were in Daisy's hotel room, arms wrapped around each other, each lying comfortably on the spacious king-sized bed. They'd talked for a while, then lapsed into a comfortable silence, where they just held each other. That was all they felt they could do.

But they were happy. As Daisy ran fingers through Y/n's hair, it occurred to her that right then, she felt less complicated than she ever had in the past. It felt like the sun had finally peeked out from behind the clouds to shed some life on her life and who she was. So Daisy, finally feeling like she was bathed in spotlight, smiled. "Fuck Rolling Stone."

And Y/n, who felt like decades-old wounds were healing, laughed. "Fuck Rolling Stone."

#daisy jones & the six #daisy jones & the six fanfiction #daisy jones and the six fanfiction #daisy jones #daisy jones x reader #daisy jones fluff #sapphic #wlw

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kate-inhaler-1975 · 6 months

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The Cherry On Top 🍒 // Matty Healy X OC// Social Media AU

Some more Matty × Amy & Ross × Eve content for the lil series I've got going on 🤭💓

Faceclaims :

Amy Mitchell - Daisy Edgar Jones.

Eve Beaty - India Mullen

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Mitch_Amsxx Baking in a hotel room kitchen was not easy, but doing it in New York is the cherry on top of my new Victoria Sponge Cake recipe🤭. New recipe & video out tomorrow loves xx

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evehewson Obsessed with that smile of yours Gorgeous 🥰

⤷ Mitch_Amsxx Love youuuu xx

Jamie.Mitch you got any games on your phone?

⤷ Mitch_Amsxx Can you stfu 🥰🤭

⤷ Jamie.Mitch That's no way to talk to your little sister 😪

⤷ Mitch_Amsxx 😐😐

Eviebeats I see what you're doing, and I feel physically ill....

⤷ Mitch_Amsxx What? There's nothing going on here? I'm justing baking sweet treats and minding my own business ☺️

⤷ Eviebeats Is that what we're calling this now....sweet treats 😉

⤷ Mitch_Amsxx Don't be gross 🙃

Charli_xcx me × you collab when? 👀

⤷ Mitch_Amsxx Whenever you're free, my angel 🤭🤭

The1975_fan_1 don't know how I've ended up here....but is that Matty in the 2nd pic orrrr.....👁👄👁

⤷ trumanblackstan ohhh 100% I'd know literally half of his face or a pixel of it from a mile away, and that's HIM!

MattysCurlz Who is she, and how does she know Matty 😐

⤷ 75SATVB She's an Irish Baker on Social Media. Don't really know how they know each other, but he started following her back in February 🙃

⤷ MattysCurlz Literally never heard of her before 😭

⤷ 75SATVB Yeah, not a lot of people outside the UK and Ireland have, but here in Ireland (especially Dublin), she's really popular. Everyone just kinda knows who she is

trumanblack ❤️❤️❤️

⤷ User EXCUSE ME 😨

⤷ beckyfrnglomg Hi 👀

⤷ change.of.heartz MATTHEW!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

⤷ Ellies_1975 I go for a nap, sleep peacefully, and this is what I woke up to 😃💀

denise_welch can't wait to see what you've cooked up this time love 🤭

⤷ Mitch_Amsxx 🥹❤️

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Eviebeats "You're so beautiful"

"And you're so handsome"

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trumanblack Hi Evie! 👋😊

⤷ Eviebeats Hi Matthew 😐

⤷ 75Fan01 oooo, she doesn't like him (same) 💀

Mitch_Amsxx Oh my days, you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen 🥹💓

⤷ Eviebeats my lil sunflower 🥹😘💓

Charli_xcx sun-kissed goddess ✨️😍

⤷ Eviebeats sadly its fake because I'm in New York in November, but my god, do I love you, Char 😭💓

carly.rh wow, just wow! Such a beauty inside and out! ❤️🔥

⤷ Eviebeats ILY Mi Amor 💝

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⤷ Eviebeats AHHH!! STOP IT 😭❤️

75DUBLIN OHHHH!!! The Irish fangirls are WINNING!!!

⤷ 1975_Fan_02 YES! Seeing Matty apparently dating an Irish ICON and her best friend Eve being friendly with all of them. The Irish really are winning rn 😭🙏

evehewson Who's out here calling MY wife beautiful, and who TF are you calling handsome🏃‍♀️🤜

⤷ Eviebeats Nobody....just you, bbygirl 😅🙂

⤷ evehewson ummm....sure 👀

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Hiiii!!!! This is just a lil something while I write Ross & Eve's first date, so bare with me while I jump ahead and make fake posts for the MSG gigs that haven't happened yet 😭❤️

#matty social media au #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy fluff #matty healy imagine #matty healy oneshot #george daniel #the 1975 #matty healy x reader #adam hann #ross mcdonald oneshot #ross mcdonald x reader #ross mcdonald #the 1975 oneshot #ross mcdonald social media au #ross macdonald #matty healy

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➳❥ Patrick Bateman Misc. Headcanons !!

✘ content warning: patrick being patrick !! ✘ 𖦹 had a morbidly obsessive interest in the human skin bound book, Des destinées de l'âme, in the Harvard University library. he couldn't read it, of course, but that didn't stop him from admiring it. 𖦹 he's extremely pissed he never had the chance to get into Studio 54 during its heyday. he tries for the successors, although they're not as iconic and void of all the genuine debauchery of the OG. 𖦹 adding onto the 'Kimball reflects light in his eyes' test theory, he also doesn't yawn when others do. slightly backed up by the novel only ever having him yawn first and never in response to others. 𖦹 he doesn't mention it, huge shocker, but we all know he loves the song 'Psycho Killer' by Talking Heads. 𖦹 watching Evil Dead 2 gave him some mighty fine inspiration for what to do with decapitated heads! 𖦹 movies he would adore: Slumber Party Massacre (1982), Videodrome (1983), Re-Animator (1985), Sorority House Massacre (1986), Prom Night (1980), Faces of Death (1978), Hud (1963), & Scarface (1983). 𖦹 he's the type to call a hue 'blood orange', 'evian blue', 'royal gold'--- you get the picture. 𖦹 favorite perfumes are fruity floral ones; especially cherry scents that have a sickening sweet aroma! akin to the high sweet scent of formaldehyde and rot! 𖦹 ate $2 pizza at a hole-in-the-wall during one of his 'episodes' and wanted to puke! just kidding, he did. nothing should ever have that much grease and marinara, goddammit! 𖦹 considering he's canonically a microwave cook, I'm sure he's destroyed any attempts of a romantic dinner in. a 'water caught on fire' kind of cook. 𖦹 his Aiwa stereo does have a turntable so I imagine he has a vast collection of vinyl records of not only his favourite albums but of classical music, film and musical soundtracks. 𖦹 had an incident at a drive-in theatre when he was in college. luckily it wasn't his car, and luckily it was some bookish bitch who wouldn't be missed! let's just say, she too, was gone with the wind. 𖦹 we already knew, but he's a massive voyeur. but expanding on that, I don't think he would mind watching certain men coughPrice bump uglies with a woman of his choice. this all due to his reactions and thoughts when watching his 'best friend' nearly have foreplay with his girlfriend right in the bedroom with him. 𖦹 y'know that porno that people joked about? the one where a woman calls out "Oh God! Oh God!" and the dude's like "There are no Gods here"? yeah, that's him.

𖦹 there's contradicting comments about how he was a child-- his mother states he was a nice boy, but that's a biased POV. regarding his confession about what he did to a maid on Christmas Eve at age 14, he definitely seemed like a creepy kid. y'know, those rich boys with the too gelled hair, big ol' eyes that stare right through you, and their lil pastel cardigan tied around their shoulders. he was like an oil painting whose eyes follow you everywhere you went. I don't see him as a 'I stuck the neighbours' dog's head on a stick' type, more of a 'I watch you sleep and shit talk you so everyone hates you' type !

#american psycho #patrick bateman #cherry-flavored #the perfume hc also inspired my fic tbh #headcanon #i have more but ill hold for now akdjsjdsdj #american psycho headcanon

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ask game: Patty! <3

Pattycake!!

favorite thing about them: I love her dynamic with Dante! Although most of the people says they're like daughter and father, I see them having more of a lil sister-big bro relationship and, omg, it's so cute and sorta funny the way she whispers at Dante's ear on the anime and he's leaning to listen it, it's such a adorable touch for me <3

least favorite thing about them: I wanted more of Patty, not gonna lie. That little "cameo" in dmc5 didn't made her justice at all!

favorite line: Unfortunatly I don't think she had any iconic line in the anime :/

brOTP: Not gonna lie, I wanted to see Nero & Patty as besties

OTP: uh none

nOTP: definitely not she and Dante, like, no.

random headcanon: Patty is a Joan Jett hard fan thanks to Dante and his knowledge in rock music.

unpopular opinion: Although I do also would like to see Patty as a Devil Hunter, I think it would be waaay more interesting if they choose the alchemist field with her. We know little-to-nothing about them and it would be interesting seeing Patty concocting Vital Stars to Dante hehehe

song i associate with them: Cherry Bomb from The Runaways. Maybe it was how she met Joan Jett firstly at all.

favorite picture of them: I don't have none here at my disposal atm, sorry, I'll find and edit it later :3

#cerezzz.askz #devil may cry #patty lowell

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THE NEW MM CHAPTER??? THE WAY MY JAW DROPPED WHEN I CLIVKED THE NOTIF AND SAW THE PICS

john.marino97 “ON THE INTERNET”?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN “ON THE INTERNET”?!

Please the way this had me creasing, mm Jack turning the tables for maraschino cherry Jack

lhughes_06 come back and take care of your devil cat

Uh, I know im a Luke girly, but I will not take this LSH slander. That is our ICON right there

LSH is an icon and a legend and the moment!

i’m ngl, i had an internal war on deciding who would say john’s comment, but ultimately decided it would be john because jack is a lil shit in maraschino cherry sksj

#faithlynn speaks 🪐#ask faithlynn ✨

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Hey! It’s me again 😂

I was wondering if you could recommend some good ff ?

Hmmmm, some good fanfic!

I do love those. I'm assuming in the Naruto verse? I'll throw in some Reylo as well and a lil bit of Darklina since the stuff I tend to read falls pretty much in line with what I currently write, and so you might like it.

Now, not all of these will be complete, but I personally don't let that stop me.

For Naruto verse, I'd recommend:

Words that Tie, Ties that Bind by binx, a Gaasaku soulmate AU to crown soulmate AUs: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32162464/chapters/79690114

Broken by Mustsleep, an excellent characterization of both Madara and Sakura: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39953697/chapters/100049814

Burning Daylight, a positively sumptuous Sasosaku: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40998750/chapters/102748863

Really anything by fallen__alien, but particularly Cherry, a positively delicious Kakasaku BDSM with some teacher/student: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22309717/chapters/53287255

And her series, Feral Love, which are all separate but connected one-shots, here is the first one: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39906396

I don't need to say this but there are plenty more where what came from, but this is the jist of some of my favorite works in the Naruto Verse

As for beyond Naruto, here we go.

RELYO:

The darkfic upon which I cut my teeth: the hauntingly horrifying Little Animals by amybeegood: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19902718/chapters/47141557

Anything at all by MalevolentReverie, she's a fookin' GENIUS, but I'm currently obsessed with Moon-Shaped Pool and Oh, My My: https://archiveofourown.org/users/MalevolentReverie/pseuds/MalevolentReverie

DARKLINA:

Malfeasance by Vuas, an icon among us lowly peasants: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31435907/chapters/78263738#workskin

AND SO MANY MORE!!! I would rec them but my brain is completely fried from combing through some of the great works I love