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[brightsidebelle]

a Bonnie+Belle AU based on THINKING OUT LOUD - ED SHEERAN

The best of friends since they were teens, Belle and Bonnie stuck together through everything. They cradled each other after each and every single heartache, celebrated with each other when they got promotions and cheered each other on through hard times. Oh god, how times had been hard. They loved each other eternally. There wasn't a single thing they wouldn't do for each other. Even when both of them had setted down, they still met up as often as they could. Bonnie's house was Belle's second home, and Belle's home was Bonnie's second home. Relationships didn't stress each of them out so much. They never had to worry about lacking love or feeling alone, because they had each other forever and always. Each month they'd pick a day to spend completely together. They'd go shopping or go to the movies in the day, and at night watch the stars, thanking them for bringing them together.

[s-idphillips-blog]

trix & sid || au

the kids aren't alright (x)

It had been a while since their last meeting. Sidney couldn't forget that night, it was filled with everything his nightmares were; she saw him for what he really was, he almost raised his hand to her-- almost, but that didn't quite count. For once, "almost", was like sailing into oblivion, you couldn't escape it. They broke up. And she deserved better.

and in the end------ i'd do it all again.

"Don't you get it yet?" he spat at her in defence, backing away from her; for her sake. He shielded his eyes. "Get what, Sid?" Trix's voice kept rising with each passing moment, and every time he would flinch. "You're not-- this isn't you, you're not evil! That's bullshit," he only looked at her with sad eyes. He felt small. "I'm only going to destroy you." "I know," she replied, like it didn't even matter-- it did, he knew it did. "But only I have the choice in saying who hurts me, Sid Phillips, and I don't mind if it's you." ... "I'll still kick your ass, though, don't even think about pulling another move like that. Again."

i think you're my best friend.

She helped him. It was unusual, someone being there for him-- he had Hannah, yeah, but that situation was complicated. Everyone knew that. No one had ever, truly, wanted to help him. He was left to his own devices, stuck in his own twisted mind, like a maze. And only Trix helped him out of that. "It's bullshit," he laughed, eyes never straying from the T.V set as Trix playfully hit him. "You know, I'm not afraid to hurt you-- and I will, I totally will. Sleep with one eye open tonight, Phillips." She mused with a grin. "You'd never hurt me," Sid quipped, rather smug. "I'm your best friend. You love me too much to do that."

don't you know that the kids aren't, the kids aren't alright?

It nearly killed him. After Trix had lost her sister, she changed. She became distant, cold towards anyone that entered the same room as her. Sid had been used to her pushing him away when she was upset, but this was different. He didn't know how to comfort her. "Go away," she said, her voice breaking as she tried to conceal the tears threatening to stream down her cheeks. Sid didn't say anything, he simply looked at her. He didn't know how, he really didn't, but the affect the situation had on Trix, it left him in a worse state. He stumbled back, shocked by the sudden action. "I'm so sorry..." he mumbled into the nape of her neck, wrapping his arms around her securely; as if to keep them both from falling apart. He feared the moment he would have to let go.

[s-idphillips-blog]

gypsy & sid || au

my anaconda don't want none (x)

He watched her with care, waves of strawberry blonde locks cascading down her exposed back, harmonious chords coming from the pipe placed between her lips.

my anaconda don't

Sidney had been enthralled by the woman in front of him, taking little note of the reptile arising from the basket at her beck and call, and in a way, he was no better.

my anaconda don't

The audience all but roared with excitement, had he diverted his gaze for one second---- he would understand why. The awestruck boy simply assumed, if not knew, the majority of it was for the woman; the star of the show. Gypsy looked across at the strange boy, curiosity bettering her, though she remained collected and went about finishing her job.

want none

It was in the rule, was it not? No food allowed; it would tempt the creature, and once that occurred, there was no going back. Sidney had always taken little notice to rules, or as he would put it they were, "more like guidelines, anyway" and that would cause trouble.

unless you've got buns hun

The beast caught onto the scent, and before he knew it---- lunged forward, capturing something more than undesirable as Sidney let out a pain filled cry. He wouldn't survive it, and seeing the glance given by the snake charmer herself, he was grateful.

[dramatic-fox]

songbird;; vixey + pegasus

Sarah Smiles- Panic! At the Disco.

I was fine just a guy living on my own,Waiting for the sky to fallThen you called and changed it all,Doll,Velvet lips and the eyes to pull me in,We both know you’d already win,Mm your original sin,

Pegasus was a regular for the burlesque show. He rarely missed one. It had begun as a curiosity, the chalked roadside sign in the city drawing his attention and wallet through the door. The air inside was thick, and he was seated by a table in the second row. He was always looking for an adventure to take him somewhere, so whenever something took his fancy, he ended up doing it. Soon enough the lights dimmed, and the dancers came out, covered in gaudy outfits. A single spot flicked on the center girl, the back lights illuminating the background dancers, and Pegasus thought his heart had nearly stopped. Her auburn hair glowed in the light, and were it not for the look in her eyes, Pegasus would have had a hard time tearing his own away from her body. Vixey sang. She sang her heart out every night, because it was her real talent, even if dancing was her main job. Her eyes scanned the crowd and settled on the mildly scruffy man in the second row. He was tall and he certainly looked like he was enjoying the show. She ended her song, another girl coming to sing, as the rest of the dancers left the stage. Her steps took her towards Pegasus, and she unwrapped the boa from her neck, wrapping it around the back of his and pulling him towards her, winking and dragging a finger along his chin while biting her lip. And then she was gone, to entertain other patrons. And so Pegasus found himself back, night after night. He sent flowers to her dressing room, and Vixey made sure to always pay him extra attention.

[just--zero]

songbird;; zero + jack

Miss Missing You- Fall Out Boy

I miss missing you now and thenSometimes before it gets betterThe darkness gets biggerThe person that you’d take a bullet for is behind the trigger

Zero had been dead for five years now. It wasn’t so bad it turned out. The whole ghost thing. It kind of sucked watching people in your life move on, or not move on at all sometimes. Sometimes he wished he could leave his hometown, but he was tied to it. He wondered about Mocha sometimes, and how she was doing. He only ever saw her every year or so, when she came and visited his grave on his birthday. He couldn’t ever bear to stay long. The worst person to shadow was Jack. His best friend since birth practically. His cousin, his brother basically. Jack made frequent visits to his grave, at least once a week. He’d sit there in silence sometimes. Other times he’d talk, Zero always wishing that Jack could hear what he had to say back. I forgive you. The worst days were the ones where Jack got angry. Jack had always had a dark side, Zero even encouraged it at times, but now it was a whole new thing. There were days where Zero saw him get up, his eyes sunken and dead. He was violent, short-tempered, and unforgiving. These were the days that Zero was at the borders of Salem, pounding against the invisible constraints. He couldn’t bear to see what Jack had become, what he had made him become. Zero’s body was shaking, sobs wracking his body. I forgive you. He would scream it, hours on end. Whisper it into the hours of the night. Jack had never meant to shoot him in the first place.

[s0-sublime-mochachino]

a Mocha+Bambi AU based on ALL OF THE STARS - ED SHEERAN

Mocha and Bambi always seemed to refer to each other as platonic soulmates because they stuck together through thick and thin. After college and training however, Mocha had returned to Italy to visit old family and reconnect with her roots, breaking the pair apart. The distance had been hard and with the addition of the time difference, it was even harder to find time to properly sit own and have Skype sessions. Something that had grown to be a comfort were the stars however. Each night, they'd take their turn to whisper something to the twinkling night sky and pray the message take effect on their loved one. The sun and the stars became their way of connecting, the only regular contact they had with each other. Bambi laughed at the thought sometimes but Mocha convinved him to continue the act with her poetic words.

[just--zero]

songbird;; zero + sally doll

Forever Yellow Skies- The Cranberries

Black and white, it’s become so black and white. So insecure, You’re so insecure.

It wasn’t unusual for Sally to show up at Zero’s dorm room, but what was unusual was for her to be crying. He sort of just blanked, and stepped out of the way of the door to let her in, allowing her to just sort of collapse onto the couch. Gingerly, the tall boy sat down beside her and wrapped his arms around her. After a while her crying stopped and she looked up from where she had rested her head on his shoulder. “Do you think I’m pretty, Zero?”. He smoothed back a piece of her hair, and used his thumb to wipe away a stray tear. “Of course I do Sally. You’re beautiful.” 

[jewels-design]

SONGBIRD + jay

Get in the Ring- Guns and Roses

Why do you look at me when you hate meWhy should I look at you when you make me hate you toI sense a smell of retribution in the airI don’t even understand why the fuck you even careAnd I don’t need your jealousy yeahWhy drag me down in your misery

There he was again. That insolent boy sitting in her seat in class. Jewel had been sitting there for almost three weeks, and last class suddenly he had been resting in it. In her seat. Which of course, she promptly informed him of. She actually began grinding her teeth at the smugness with which he had looked at her before replying. I don’t see your name written on it princess, you must be mistaken. That was how it had begun. She’d sat behind him int the next class, kicking her feet up onto the back of his chair. Designer heels need air you know. Gucci waits for no one. Her smirk lasted only a while, before he marked up her shoes. Jewel wouldn’t lie, the boy almost got a high heel in the eye for that one. Over the course of this fighting, she eventually learned his name was Jay, and that he was just always this foul. He learned that she was always this proud, and refused to accept anything but her way.