#citysided

@citysided​ asked: “It’s so early, please stop.”

random meme that i was too lazy to look for tbh

               travis'  head  whipped  in  kurt's  direction  when  he  spoke,   and  a  look  of  mock  hurt  crossed  his  features,   brows  furrowing  hard.   his  boyfriend  wasn't  wrong,   though,   it  was  very  early,   and  the  coyote  had  already  begun  with  his  usual  bullshit.   perhaps  it  wasn't  so  lovely  to  be  aggressively  tickled  into  consciousness.   boo.   after  a  moment  of  excruciating  silence,   he  moved  closer  to  the  other  male  on  the  bed,   his  elbow  sinking  into  the  mattress  as  he  propped  himself  up  on  it.   blue  eyes  scanned  tired  features,   and  a  small  smile  crept  onto  his  lips.   he  wasn't  done  yet.

               “    you  really  are  a  sea  witch,   aren't  you?    ”   it  took  everything  in  him  to  hold  back  a  laugh,   knowing  that  this  would  likely  grant  him  a  smack.   to  avoid  the  expected  consequences,   he  quickly  moved  away,   seating  himself  on  the  edge  of  the  bed.

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     Working at Scoops Ahoy had definitely been a job. One that paid alright for what it was worth and the benefit of free ice cream, if he was ever really desiring a sweet treat, but he knew he'd instantly have to hit the gym afterwards to keep his physique in check. After all, his hair wasn't the only thing to get him dates and other such things. Still, he hated the outfit more than he could put into words. A sailor? What a big fat lie that happened to be and the hat? It ruined his perfectly sculpted hair. The hair that he spent so long on every morning to make sure each strand was perfect. The stupid hat hid all of his hard work and he looked a dork that would run around with Henderson and the others in school. He wasn't that dork. No. He may have been their self appointed babysitter, but he'd never be anything aside from that.

     Still, the mall brought in new people, not just from Hawkins but the surrounding areas as well. It opened the dating pool by miles and he couldn't complain too much, especially the people that worked there. He had met a few new friends, flirted with a few new people. Got his way into free movies and food from time to time and clothes on discounted prices, all by just working his charm and talking to people. Then there was Kurt. Kurt was great. Steve liked their conversations and would stop by the store he worked in from time to time for a small chat here and there. Budding friendships started everywhere, right? He had Kurt and a few others that were starting to bud and in reality, Steve felt pretty good about life right now, despite the dumb fake sailor uniform he would have to put on almost every day.

     Steve Harrington had a dilemma, however. He was stuck with an extra ticket to a concert that he was meant to attend with Robin but she suddenly had new plans. Disappointment rose in his chest as he knits eyebrows together at her words. How could she abandon him on a night that was meant for the two of them to let loose, have fun, flirt with other people and just be stupid teenagers again? How could she not want to attend the queen that was Cyndi Lauper in concert? How could-- That was when it happened. That was when Robin's smile caused Steve to question her with a raised eyebrow, gaze following that of her own as she mentions asking Kurt to join him instead.

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                                                   In   all   the   chaos,   a   harrowing   experience   played   out   in   panicked   screams   and   running,   they've   begun   shoving   to   get   away   from   the   uproar   of   a   pulled   alarm.   It   had   been   a   calm   and   orderly   exit   until   some   five-head   smelled   the   distinctive   odor   of   grease   and   burning   and   decided   it   was   a   good   idea   to   scream   out,               ❝         Fire   !         ❞

                                                                     ❝         Fire   !         ❞                  he'd   repeated   again,   because   it   didn't   quite   seem   to   register   to   those   shuffling   single   files   out   the   door   the   first   time.   He'd   said   it   again   and   set   the   herd   off   like   skittering   buffalo   in   a   narrow   valley   trying   to   squeeze   and   shove   their   way   out   the   door.   Mass   hysteria   and   panic   was   all   it   took   to   turn   what   felt   like   a   routine   fire   drill   into   this   chaotic   writhing   mass   of   bodies.   People   were   being   knocked   around,   pushed   to   the   floor,   and   trampled   over.   No   one   seemed   to   stop   and   think   about   the   person   they   were   crushing   under   their   heels   so   long   as   they   survived   the   ordeal.

                                                   The   constant   shoulder   checking   sets   Billy's   teeth   on   edge;   their   stupid,   formless   desperation   sickens   him.   He   turned   to   tell   the   sweaty   fucker   that   shoulder   checks   him   a   fourth   time   where   he   would   find   his   fist,   if   he   kept   at   it.   It   was   serendipity   that   someone   had   decided   to   throw   an   elbow   into   the   fray.   It   was   his   font   of   bad   luck   that   made   perfectly   sure   it   was   his   face   they'd   managed   to   hit.