Milly Boran

You belong somewhere you feel free

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Tom Hiddleston - Back To You (Edit)

this is how I'm dealing with infinity war. some love for tom and something you hopefully enjoy a bit :)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fWgUyIeMT9w

[i-dont-understand-that-url]

Please let there be a pt 4 to Like The Heart Goes ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤. I just read it & I'm crying. Its so good. I want to read their filler day of just hanging out & then Chuck telling her he's actually God.

that is so sweet of you, thank you so much. I actually have quite a few parts written out (in german though) but ill try to get around translating and uploading it!! Thank you again, your comment made me smile so much :)

[i-dont-understand-that-url]

All Time Low Edit

sooo I know it’s been quite a while (I hope y’all had a great start into 2018 :) ) but I wanted to share something with you.

There’s this band that is, besides Swain, currently the reason for my sleep deprived self so what better way to use that amount of time than to make a new video..

The song I used is called Drugs & Candy from their most recent album Last Young Renegade.

I hope you’ll like this !! :)

https://youtu.be/qqNN4ihd1mY

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J U L I A O H M Y G O D

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YES HI ANITA

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All Time Low Edit

sooo I know it’s been quite a while (I hope y’all had a great start into 2018 :) ) but I wanted to share something with you.

There’s this band that is, besides Swain, currently the reason for my sleep deprived self so what better way to use that amount of time than to make a new video..

The song I used is called Drugs & Candy from their most recent album Last Young Renegade.

I hope you’ll like this !! :)

https://youtu.be/qqNN4ihd1mY

[narisjournal-blog]

Not Alone

Billy Moran x Reader

Flangst (angst with a fluffy conclusion)

Word Count: 819

A/N: First ever Billy fic - hope I have got his character close enough. Please give feedback!

Description: While you are going through a difficult break-up, Billy decides you shouldn’t be alone.

***

Your hands were shaking as you fumbled in your bag for your key card. It wasn’t there. Luckily you had got into the habit of requesting two because you always managed to lose one. You patted your pockets and eventually found the spare.

Your heart was racing as you scanned the key card in your hotel room door. You had tried to keep it together until you got in, but now there was nobody else around and your body was getting ahead of you.

Finally you got through the door and closed it behind you. You leant against it and let the tears flow and shake your body.

This break-up had been tough on you. You had been with your boyfriend for three years before all the travelling for work had finally taken its toll. You kind of knew it was coming, which only made it worse.

Billy, who you would now consider one of your best friends, had tried to console you; he insisted that this guy must be an asshole to let go of you. He was being so sweet, but you just couldn’t hear him. You had told him you would be alright.

You would, in the end. You knew that. But you still had to get through this Convention weekend.

You slid down the door to sit on the floor and cried out all the pain that had been brewing. It weighed heavy on your chest and ironically, having insisted to your friends you just wanted to be alone, all you wanted was for someone to hold you.

You changed into your pyjamas and climbed into bed, curling up in a ball and letting the tears flow.

It came in waves. You thought you were just about drifting off, when something jolted you awake and you found yourself crying again. You were so tired. You just wanted to sleep, but you felt so empty with nobody beside you all of a sudden.

Just as another wave of sobs was in full swing, you heard the scanner on your door go and the handle turned. There was a knock as an afterthought, but Billy slipped in regardless, closing the door quietly behind him.

You wiped your eyes as you looked at him in confusion. He waved your keycard at you with a guilty smile.

‘Billy? What are you doing here?’ you sniffed, fully aware that your eyes were puffy and red.

He shrugged. ‘Look, I just figured you shouldn’t be alone tonight.’

You took in what he was saying for a moment before pushing yourself to sit up.

‘Did anyone see you come here?’ you asked.

‘No. Nobody saw.’

’Good. Just… you know how people can talk.’

He fixed his brown eyes on you, a sincerity in them you didn’t get to see much. When you didn’t say anything more, he shifted nervously.

‘I mean… I can go if you want,’ he said, pushing his glasses up his nose.

‘No,’ you said. ‘Please stay.’

He stepped towards the bed and sat down gingerly.

‘Listen, I know you said you wanted to be alone. But… I just…’ he shrugged. ‘I hate to see you so upset.’

You wiped your eyes again and Billy sat awkwardly on his hands, waiting for your prompt.

‘I lied,’ you admitted. ‘I don’t want to be alone, but I won’t be much company. All I want is… is…’ and you broke down in sobs once more.

Billy pulled you to him and wrapped his arms around you.

‘It’s ok,’ he cooed. ‘I’m here. You’re ok.’

After a few minutes, as the tears subsided, he pulled back to look at you again. He held your face in his hand.

‘This isn’t the end for you. I know you’ll be ok.’ You smiled and nodded, then Billy chuckled. ‘Hey, anyway - you don’t need no man. You got this.’ He nodded his head, affirming you.

You couldn’t help but laugh too.

‘Thanks, Billy,’ you said. ‘You give good hugs.’

He looked incredibly pleased with himself, grinning the widest grin as he pulled you into him again.

His bushy beard was rough against your neck, but you didn’t mind.

‘Billy?’ you said into his shoulder.

‘Mm-hmm?’

‘Can you stay with me?’

He pulled back and nodded with a soft smile. ‘Of course.’

You pulled the duvet back, inviting him in.

He stood up, kicked off his Nikes and unzipped his hoodie, placing it on your chair. He sat back down, taking off his glasses and putting them on the side before scooching in and lying down beside you.

He wiped his thumbs under your eyes, drying the tears that had spilled out.

You rolled over so he could wrap you up in his arms and hold you close to him.

‘You’re gonna be ok,’ he whispered as your body shook once more. ‘I know it.’ And he held you tight through the waves of tears until you finally drifted off to sleep, safe in his embrace.

***

Tags: Everything list: @quixoticcat @afanofmanystuffs @trashforwinchesters @yourewelcomeforbeingmyfriend @featheredluci @natasha-cole @greenappleeyes

Rob/chuck list: ( Tagging my Rob peeps) @tas898 @destielschild @girl-next-door-writes @nekodresden85 @winchestergirl-13 @a-banana-for-your-thoughts @jelly-beans-and-gstrings

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[i-dont-understand-that-url]

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH IT IS PERFECT OMG

could you please tag me in…everything ?😂❤️

[narisjournal-blog]

Of course!!! Oh I’m so glad you like it 😊 you are the biggest Billy girl I know haha. I shall add you on my list 😊 x

[i-dont-understand-that-url]

I love the way you write so much !!

And haha omg that just made my week ❤️

Thank you :)

[inkskinned]

ive been on tumblr a long time and i remember when everyone said “oh don’t romanticize mental illness” and it was agreed that doing that was gross and a good way to kill people indirectly

but somehow we’ve come full circle and there are people who legit defend their right to be anti-recovery there are people who don’t want to get better and spread the idea that you can’t get better as if it’s gospel and it’s fucking frightening to me bc nobody seems to want to say “hey? this is toxic and untrue and is your disease speaking, and it’s not something you should accept.”

and i feel like every recovery post gets about 500 of these people saying “this isn’t something that will work” “cool karen i’m depressed” “maybe it worked for you but it won’t work for other people” and that’s… just… im so sorry if you’re 15. i’m sorry if you’re in high school and watching grown adults tell you it doesn’t get better. that nobody says that with time and help and patience the world stops being so heavy, that accepting your illness as a fact is one thing but accepting it as the only way to be is just wrong, that you can learn to live with it and still find some degree of “happy”…. if i had seen this shit back when i was … oh god starting at 12 when i was already self-harming …. i think i’d have actually honest-to-god killed myself. not a joke, not a funny tumblr punchline, i would have actually just killed myself. 

i’m saying this right here and right now to the adults on this site. if you for any reason shoot down positivity that’s causing no harm - you might have indirectly worsened someone else’s condition, and you should try and do better in the future. if you find it necessary to tell people “recovery is a lie”, you need to do better. i know everyone has different circumstances, but i also know that mental illness behaves in such a way that everyone thinks they can’t recover.  if you feel like you should be spreading the Word Of Relapse, you are causing toxic language to be normalized and you need to do better. 

im team “cool karen ive got depression and that means i’m going to try this because i’ve got to try something” i’m team “romanticize recovery” i’m team “it isn’t working now but it might in the future and it’s worth staying to find out” 

fuck guys it shouldn’t be an unpopular opinion to say “i don’t want any of you to die”.

[natasha-cole]

Worlds Collide Chapter 1

Pairing: Eventual Reader x Billy Moran

Series Summary: Reader is aware that she’s a bit too serious at times, and she’s been called every name in the book; high-maintenance, bitchy, and boring. She’s also perfectly content with being on her own, no matter how often her new co-workers try to include her. While she’s pretty set in her ways, maybe all it will take for her to lighten up is someone who is completely unexpected.

Chapter Summary: Another weekend, another con, another attempt at avoiding the people she works with. Reader does well at keeping to herself, so why is this guy talking to her right now?

Word Count: 2366

Warnings: none, maybe some language

Notes: Well, here’s my idea for a Billy fic. Let me know if you like it or whatever, because I am already working on some other things and really shouldn’t even be starting a new series to begin with!

Luckily, you already had a couple of conventions under your belt. While the entire fan convention world was a lot for you to understand and take in, you at least had done enough to where you understood what went on and what was expected of you. It wasn’t easy being the new girl, and you couldn’t help but feel a bit overwhelmed at how all of this made you relive your time as a child who did nothing but move around and bounce in and out of new schools constantly. You were lucky if you stayed in one school long enough to make friends for a short time, and generally, you didn’t have friends. This part of your job felt very similar to that. You were either on set, working with the same guys, or popping up in a new city every other weekend for a convention. While it was sort of nice to do this and see familiar faces each time; you knew that you didn’t fit in. You knew that you had no real friends here.

Today, you were in Burbank, which was nice considering that it meant you were close to home. As per the last few conventions you attended, you were greeted by the usual people; it was always Rob, Rich, Matt, the band, and a few of the girls depending on whether they were signed on for the weekend. Honestly, you wondered why you had been scheduled for so many cons considering how new you were to the show and the fact that no one really liked your character.

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@i-dont-understand-that-url you need to read this series ❤️

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I love it so much!!! They way Billy is written is just amazing ahhh

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Not Alone

Billy Moran x Reader

Flangst (angst with a fluffy conclusion)

Word Count: 819

A/N: First ever Billy fic - hope I have got his character close enough. Please give feedback!

Description: While you are going through a difficult break-up, Billy decides you shouldn’t be alone.

***

Your hands were shaking as you fumbled in your bag for your key card. It wasn’t there. Luckily you had got into the habit of requesting two because you always managed to lose one. You patted your pockets and eventually found the spare.

Your heart was racing as you scanned the key card in your hotel room door. You had tried to keep it together until you got in, but now there was nobody else around and your body was getting ahead of you.

Finally you got through the door and closed it behind you. You leant against it and let the tears flow and shake your body.

This break-up had been tough on you. You had been with your boyfriend for three years before all the travelling for work had finally taken its toll. You kind of knew it was coming, which only made it worse.

Billy, who you would now consider one of your best friends, had tried to console you; he insisted that this guy must be an asshole to let go of you. He was being so sweet, but you just couldn’t hear him. You had told him you would be alright.

You would, in the end. You knew that. But you still had to get through this Convention weekend.

You slid down the door to sit on the floor and cried out all the pain that had been brewing. It weighed heavy on your chest and ironically, having insisted to your friends you just wanted to be alone, all you wanted was for someone to hold you.

You changed into your pyjamas and climbed into bed, curling up in a ball and letting the tears flow.

It came in waves. You thought you were just about drifting off, when something jolted you awake and you found yourself crying again. You were so tired. You just wanted to sleep, but you felt so empty with nobody beside you all of a sudden.

Just as another wave of sobs was in full swing, you heard the scanner on your door go and the handle turned. There was a knock as an afterthought, but Billy slipped in regardless, closing the door quietly behind him.

You wiped your eyes as you looked at him in confusion. He waved your keycard at you with a guilty smile.

‘Billy? What are you doing here?’ you sniffed, fully aware that your eyes were puffy and red.

He shrugged. ‘Look, I just figured you shouldn’t be alone tonight.’

You took in what he was saying for a moment before pushing yourself to sit up.

‘Did anyone see you come here?’ you asked.

‘No. Nobody saw.’

’Good. Just… you know how people can talk.’

He fixed his brown eyes on you, a sincerity in them you didn’t get to see much. When you didn’t say anything more, he shifted nervously.

‘I mean… I can go if you want,’ he said, pushing his glasses up his nose.

‘No,’ you said. ‘Please stay.’

He stepped towards the bed and sat down gingerly.

‘Listen, I know you said you wanted to be alone. But… I just…’ he shrugged. ‘I hate to see you so upset.’

You wiped your eyes again and Billy sat awkwardly on his hands, waiting for your prompt.

‘I lied,’ you admitted. ‘I don’t want to be alone, but I won’t be much company. All I want is… is…’ and you broke down in sobs once more.

Billy pulled you to him and wrapped his arms around you.

‘It’s ok,’ he cooed. ‘I’m here. You’re ok.’

After a few minutes, as the tears subsided, he pulled back to look at you again. He held your face in his hand.

‘This isn’t the end for you. I know you’ll be ok.’ You smiled and nodded, then Billy chuckled. ‘Hey, anyway - you don’t need no man. You got this.’ He nodded his head, affirming you.

You couldn’t help but laugh too.

‘Thanks, Billy,’ you said. ‘You give good hugs.’

He looked incredibly pleased with himself, grinning the widest grin as he pulled you into him again.

His bushy beard was rough against your neck, but you didn’t mind.

‘Billy?’ you said into his shoulder.

‘Mm-hmm?’

‘Can you stay with me?’

He pulled back and nodded with a soft smile. ‘Of course.’

You pulled the duvet back, inviting him in.

He stood up, kicked off his Nikes and unzipped his hoodie, placing it on your chair. He sat back down, taking off his glasses and putting them on the side before scooching in and lying down beside you.

He wiped his thumbs under your eyes, drying the tears that had spilled out.

You rolled over so he could wrap you up in his arms and hold you close to him.

‘You’re gonna be ok,’ he whispered as your body shook once more. ‘I know it.’ And he held you tight through the waves of tears until you finally drifted off to sleep, safe in his embrace.

***

Tags: Everything list: @quixoticcat @afanofmanystuffs @trashforwinchesters @yourewelcomeforbeingmyfriend @featheredluci @natasha-cole @greenappleeyes

Rob/chuck list: ( Tagging my Rob peeps) @tas898 @destielschild @girl-next-door-writes @nekodresden85 @winchestergirl-13 @a-banana-for-your-thoughts @jelly-beans-and-gstrings

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I LOVE THIS SO MUCH IT IS PERFECT OMG

could you please tag me in...everything ?😂❤️

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Wild World I - Good Grief

Pairing: Chuck Shurley x Reader

Song 1 of Wild World by Bastille

Warnings: major character death

A/N: Have a short first chapter of the Wild World series! I’ll be posting the completed ones soon, just…be patient. 

Chuck Shurley remembered every single excruciating detail of what went down the night the love of his life died. 

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I love your writing but

fuck.you.

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Wild World I - Good Grief

Pairing: Chuck Shurley x Reader

Song 1 of Wild World by Bastille

Warnings: major character death

A/N: Have a short first chapter of the Wild World series! I’ll be posting the completed ones soon, just…be patient. 

Chuck Shurley remembered every single excruciating detail of what went down the night the love of his life died. 

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fuck you.

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Strung Out Photographs (A Billy Moran Fanfic)- Chapter 1

A/N: I can’t believe I actually wrote this oh my lord. I would SERIOUSLY appreciate feedback on this friendos. I tagged anyone who sounded interested in the fanfic, but please tell me and I’ll tag you in any future chapters! 

NOTE: As someone who is conversationally fluent in American Sign Language, I am aware of the grammatical differences between ASL and English. For the sake of it being a written story, ASL is written as if it were English.  

“You alright, Carver?” asked Danny, signing to me as we walked through the busy hotel that was holding this weekend’s Supernatural convention.

“Fine, I’m fine.” I said, signing back. Danny was my best friend, as well as my ASL interpreter. Both his roles were definitely going to be needed this weekend.

I looked down at my badge on my lanyard.

Carver Benedict Assistant Photographer All Access Reference- Chris Schmelke

Danny tapped my shoulder. “It’s just I know how long it’s been since you’ve seen your brother.”

“I know. I just don’t know how he’s going to react to seeing me. You know how iffy our relationship has been.”

“Ah, the classic case; the musician doesn’t know how to handle having a deaf sister.” I shoved him on the shoulder.

This was going to be a long weekend.

I took in my surroundings as we walked towards the direction of the green room. Thousands of people, girls mostly, surrounding the walls and room. Rob and I may not see each other as much as I wish we would, but I was sure damn proud of him.

Danny and I finally reached the green room, a man stood outside the door. I’m assuming Clif. Danny and I raised our badges. Clif nodded, letting us in.

“See Chris?” signed Danny.

“Nope. How about Rob and Rich?” I asked, signing back. I had had the opportunity to meet Rich in the past and we had gotten along pretty well.

Danny shook his head. He pointed to the bathroom on the other side of the room. “I’ll be back.” I nodded, turning my attention to my camera that was still in my bag strapped to me.

Rob and I had a rough relationship to say the least. With me being significantly younger, and well, deaf, it was just hard to find a common ground. Normal, I guess.

I was a photographer, and I was getting pretty good as well. I liked pictures. You could tell a story without having to hear any words. Chris Schmelke hired me to help him this weekend because he had to leave Saturday afternoon. I was honored he had asked and immediately took the job.

All of a sudden, a hand was being waved in front of my face as I had been looking down at my camera. My eyes went wide and I looked up. A blonde woman stood before me, Briana I think her name was?

Her lips were moving, but of course I couldn’t hear anything.

I pointed to my ear, shaking my head quickly, trying to indicate my inability to know what she was saying. Thank God Danny opened the bathroom door just in time. He ran to my side. He started signing and speaking at the same time, I watched his hands.

“Sorry about that, Carver here is deaf. My name’s Danny, her interpreter. What were you saying?”

The woman’s eyes went wide as she turned back to me. She spoke, but I continued to watch Danny.

“I’m so sorry for my ignorance! My name’s Briana, we were all just wondering why someone we didn’t know was standing in the corner of the room, not talking to anyone.”

“No need to apologize,” I signed. “I’m looking for either Christ Schmelke or Rob Bene-.” Before I could even finish finger spelling the name Benedict, I was engulfed in a hug, I stumbled back a bit.

It was Rob.

“What are you doing here?” signed Rob quite excitedly. Realizing it was my older brother that I hadn’t seen in months, it was my turn to engulf him in a hug.

“Chris hired me to help him this weekend.” I signed, I showed him my badge. Rob’s smile just grew bigger, giving me another hug.

“Hey, Danny!” signed Rob, using Danny’s sign name. He shook my best friends hand in a greeting. Rob and Danny turned to Briana as she started speaking again. I turned back to Danny.

“What’s going on here?” asked Briana. Rob answered, signing and speaking for my benefit.

“Briana,” finger spelled Rob, “meet my little sister. Carver Benedict.”

“Nice to meet you.” I signed, Danny voicing.

“Are you the photographer taking over for Chris after Saturday?” asked Briana. “He said he has a family thing or something.”

I nodded, looking from Danny to Briana.

Rob tapped me on the shoulder.

“The convention is going to start soon. I have to introduce Briana here and Kim with Rich, who’s going to be very excited to see you by the way. Chris isn’t going to be here till later. You and Danny going to be alright till then?” signed Rob.

“You underestimate me big brother.”

Rob smiled, ruffling my hair as he walked away. Briana tapped my shoulder.

“It was nice to meet you!” she said with a smile. I looked back at her from Danny, smiling as well.

“Nice to meet you as well.” I signed, Danny speaking again for me.

Danny and I were left by ourselves again.

“Hey Carver, I’m going to go get our stuff from the car and put it in our room. Are you going to be alright here by yourself?” signed Danny.

“Yeah, I’ll be alright. I’m just going to make sure that my memory cards are all set up.” I gestured to an empty table I planned to sit at. All that was there was a dark orange guitar, left abandoned.

Danny nodded at me, leaving the room. I went and sat down in the chair next to the guitar.

I grabbed my computer out of my bag, making sure everything was in order. Chris was going to have me shadow him for the first day and a half before leaving me on my own for the last day and a half. He had given me a list of things to have and I just wanted to make sure I had everything on his list.

After a while, a felt someone moving the guitar, sitting down in the chair next to me. I looked up, expecting to see my brother, but not. A younger guy with black curly hair and glasses sat next to me. Not wanting to deal with the struggle of a language barrier, I quickly looked back down to the laptop.

Until he tapped me on the shoulder.

Looking up, the guy’s lips started moving, indicating he was saying things I obviously couldn’t hear. I quickly pointed to my ear, shaking my head; trying my best to indicate my deafness. But the guy caught me by surprise.

“O-h,” he began finger spelling, “M-y n-a-m-e i-s B-i-l-l-y.”

TAGS: @crowley-you-sinnamon-roll @laffytaffyhumor @88dragon06 @dont-hate-relate-pls 

FOREVER TAG: @fandom–0verdose

[narisjournal-blog]

Omc where have you been hiding?? This is such an interesting idea - I love it! I’m excited to see where it goes! @i-dont-understand-that-url have you seen this?

[i-dont-understand-that-url]

This is one of my favorite fics ever!! Besides that it's all Billy,(👀👀) I really enjoy the writing. It's so great :)

[natasha-cole]

Hey Bartender Chapter 3: Mixed Drinks About Feelings

Pairing: Bartender!Reader x Rock God!Rob

Chapter Summary: Reader has never considered fooling around with a customer. Well, not until recently

Word Count: 3544

Warnings: drinking as usual, swearing, suggestive language, gratuitous flirting

Catch Up: Chapter 1  Chapter 2

The guys from the band, along with some of their friends, continued to make themselves regulars at the bar. They showed up almost every weekend, immediately gravitating to you and Briana. You and Bri were actually happy to see them each time. If nothing else, they were fun to have conversations with and always tipped well. You had come to know their favorite drinks and even remembered their names. You found out this was a big plus with them and often resulted in more cash in your pocket when you acknowledged them by name each time they walked in.

Rob had backed off slightly with his advances, and tonight, he seemed mostly interested in talking to some of the female patrons of the bar.

It wasn’t jealousy, but you couldn’t help but watch him throughout the night; eavesdropping in when he attempted to carry a conversation with some unsuspecting woman close by. It seemed as if the other men either didn’t have an interest in hitting on anyone, or they simply had better luck at it.

“You kept shooting him down,” Briana said suddenly as she leaned in next to you. You were restocking the beer cooler, still staring off in Rob’s direction. “I think he’s moved on.”

“Good,” you replied, “I wasn’t interested anyway.”

“Really? Because you keep staring at him, I’m beginning to think you’re a little jealous.”

“Of what?” You laughed. “Of the way all these women seem to be shooting him down too?”

“Yeah, he doesn’t seem to be having much luck tonight.”

“I’m just genuinely curious as to why he’s failing,” you added, “he’s always such a sweet talker, he almost had me there a few times.”

“Oh?” Briana asked, raising a brow at you in curiosity. “So there is a chance?”

“Shut up,” you mumbled.

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Hey Bartender Chapter 2: A Guy Walks Into a Bar

Pairing: Bartender!Reader x Rock God!Rob

Chapter Summary: A few of the same guys show up a couple of weeks later. Rob turns his attention to the Reader; and while she may be feeling a bit interested, she’s not giving in that easily.

Word Count: 2893

Warnings: swearing maybe?, drinking, gratuitous flirting, suggestive language?

Catch Up: Chapter 1

A couple of weeks later, you were back to work with Briana at your side. Briana was your favorite co-worker, mostly because she was also your best friend and the two of you made a pretty good team behind the bar. Kim, the owner, often told you that the two of you were her favorites. You both worked well together and got shit done whereas most of the other bartenders were slow and incompetent. You and Bri also brought in the most customers. You had your usuals of course; the same men every week who would come in to drink and engage in small talk. You knew that they probably also liked to look at the two of you, which came along with the job. Most of the guys knew what the boundaries were though. They knew you’d flirt, wear revealing clothing, and talk to them just to get a nice tip out of them. You also knew that all of that worked well.

On this particular night, the bar began to pick up later on, customers trickling in and filling up the seats. You and Briana kept busy preparing drinks, talking, and laughing with each other. You glanced up at one point, watching the door as more customers entered the bar when you noticed a few of the guys from two weeks ago that had been in that band that played. You took a second look, trying to decide of you really did recognize them. Sure enough, you remembered seeing their faces before. Your eyes fell on the shorter man out of the three. You’d recall that smile anywhere. Too bad you had forgotten their names, you were sure you’d make some money off of them if you had remembered.

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Hey Bartender Chapter 1: Bartenders, etc...

I was listening to my country playlist and Hey Bartender by Lady Antebellum came on followed by Bartenders, etc... by Dierks Bentley. So, I figured I’d write a Bartender!Reader fic.

Series Summary: Reader is a bartender at a club that Rob’s band frequently plays at. She knows better than to get too personal with customers in this line of work, but can she resist a hot musician who might be looking for a fling?

Notes: This one is a little different for me. Slight AU. Louden Swain exists, but Rob isn’t an actor. Also, other actors we’re familiar with are placed in new roles for the fic.

Pairing: Bartender!Reader x Rock God!Rob

Chapter Summary: Bartending isn’t an easy job; especially when you have to deal with the bands that come and go each night. Maybe these guys are different though.

Word Count: 2743

Warnings: swearing, drinking, gratuitous flirting

“Slow night?” You asked Briana as you stepped behind the bar, tossing your purse next to the cash register. You grabbed your apron and secured it around your waist as Briana maneuvered around you, preparing drinks for some customers.

“For now,” she replied, “You’ve got the late shift, so you’re the one closing with the band.”

You rolled your eyes, groaning at the thought of it. “It’s always me,” you said with a laugh.

“Hey, it’s the same band that played here last month; the ones that you said tipped really well.”

“Oh yeah, they were good. They stayed way too late, got way too drunk, but I did get a good tip out of it.”

“Nothing like working on performance nights,” she chuckled.

“Hey, that’s when I do my best work,” you said as you helped her prepare drinks, “you at least staying through the rush?”

“Of course.”

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Strung Out Photographs (A Billy Moran Fanfic)- Chapter 5

A/N: Hey look I’m not dead 

Chapter 4

BILLY’S P.O.V

She had a beautiful laugh.

She had a beautiful laugh, and she didn’t even realize it.

It was Monday now, and Rob, Stephen, Mike and I were sitting in Rob’s studio basement, trying to write music for a new song.

“Not to come off as a stalker, but do you live in California?” I asked Carver. It was around the end of the convention, and Rob and Rich were currently on stage doing their Kings of Con panel. Carver had come back to the green room apparently done with taking pictures for the weekend.

“Not stalker-ish in the slightest. Yeah, near Studio City, actually.”

Carver and I were sitting on the couch, typing to each other on my laptop as she was editing photos with hers.

“Hey, I’m not too far from there, maybe I can see you around sometime?”

“I don’t know, if you’re lucky.” She gave me a wink before turning back to her own laptop. I could feel my own face going bright red. What the hell have I gotten myself into?

“Billy! Billy! Billy! Billy!” I could hear a voice yell.

“Huh, what?”

“Dude you’ve been staring off into space with a smile on your face for like 5 solid minutes.” said Stephen, sitting back down behind the drum set.

“Sorry, sorry. Mind just all over the place today I guess.” I tried to brush it off like it was nothing, but I was apparently too easy to read.

“Someone’s thinking about Carver.” said Mike in a sing song voice. My head whipped up, just now noticing Rob had left the room at some point.

“I… I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I said, looking down at my guitar. 

“Oh, come on. The two of you were attached by the hip for what seemed like the entire weekend!” said Mike. I glanced at Stephen for some help.

“Sorry Billy, gotta be with Mike on this one.” he said, laughing.

“Don’t you guys find it weird though, especially you Mike? You’ve known Rob for what, twenty years? And he never even mentions her.”

“Which is why you gotta be really careful if you decide to pursue this.” said Mike.

“What are you talking about?”

“You’re exactly right, I’ve known Rob for twenty years and he never mentions her. I just met her for the first time too. Which means, they don’t have a good relationship, or something happened between the two of them at least. If you like Carver, you need to be careful.”

“C’mon Mike, who said I even liked her like that anyway?” I asked. Suddenly I was dodging a drumstick being thrown at my head.

“Stephen, what the hell man?”

“Sorry, just thought it would knock the idiocy out of you. It was so obvious all weekend, we’re not stupid.”

“Who’s not stupid?” asked Rob suddenly, coming back into the room.

“No one.” the three of you said at the same time.

I knew I had some thinking to do.

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That’s right, kids. It’s that time of year again, and boy, do we have a good line up this time round.

Devour (Jensen Ackles)

The Evil Gene (Richard Speight Jr)

Windsor Drive (Matt Cohen)

Cry_Wolf (Jared Padalecki)

Call Back (Rob Benedict)

Dark House (Matt Cohen)

REPO! The Genetic Opera (Briana Buckmaster)

Open Water 2: Adrift (Richard Speight Jr)

Friday the 13th (Jared Padalecki)

Eden will be co-hosting, and there will be guest appearances by my two cats, Harley and Lex. As per usual, if you have any questions about the content of any of these films or possible triggers, please send me a message! I have seen all of these several times and definitely don’t mind if you need to skip a one or a few. It IS a 12.5 hour marathon after all!

The link to the livestream will be posted a few hours before on the day of, so be on the lookout! Please don’t asked to be tagged because I PROMISE, I will forget you. Hope to see a lot of you there! 

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A young polar bear cub filmed over the first 83 days of her life

video via Columbus Zoo and Aquarium

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