Chapter One - An Opportunity

Ever.

Heartbreak doesn't begin to describe how I feel, I'm just so happy he can finally have the relaxation and time he's earned so fucking much, time and again.

i am never going to emotionally recover from this.

Chapter Two of my Bryce fic: Another Chance To Fuck Up

(@Arlooh on ao3)

June 17th, i've worked so fucking hard to get back into this grey ass state and not even her bitche of a mom will let me talk. It's, not, FAIR. I only know that shes graduating because unique fucking monique and her excuse of a boyfriend have been yelling at each other outside the milkshake mania. I'm trying to sit at the fucking bus stop, not see a whore yell about how she gave her heart to him. Fuck that.

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Looking into the mirror of the thrift store changing room, he scans himself up and down, looking for any signs of "hey, I'm fucking poor, mind kicking my ass back to the penitentiary please?" as he forces himself to stand still and stop bouncing on the balls of his feet.

 He's fucking nervous. 

Wiping his hands down his jeans, giving himself a stern and harsh "whispered" talking to (he's been yelling into the mirror for 10 minutes, some employee as been asking him to leave for the better part of that, he won't) and fixing what makeup he has on, he turns and leaves the changing room. Giving a polite "Screw off, asshole!" and middle finger to the worker and swifly walking out without paying for a thing, only after sliding a sick pair of sunglasses off some dude waiting in line. 

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But all that worry leads him to now, jumping a fence into the graduation event at 'Whatever the fuck' high school, so what if the entery was free, this is cool. 

The first thing he sees is probably the last person he wants to see, Tacky Tammy in the fucking flesh. And god, she looks worse than the last he seen her. That fucking bitch. 

Quickly avoiding that mess, he runs off to the right where he can hear people chatting, yelling, the typical American slang, and to behind the bleachers where he can finally fucking breath. He's only been up a few hours and yet it feels like hes been up for days, all the while having the energy to fight the thing people call god. "Where ever that old bastard is, he sure had a shit plan for me" he hisses as he lights up the last cigarette he's got, stole it from some homeless guy lastnight and yet it doesn’t make him feel any better about it. 

But blasting speakers, which are WAY to fucking loud mind you, go off right by my fucking ear "Five minutes till showtime everyone! I hope you've got your disposables ready! And no /flash/ please, thank you" God. Fucker sound like an asshole to be around, fucks he got to be so stern for. And why the fuck would someone flash the crowd at a high school. This isn't the big bang, we don't need to see that you bleached your ass, Marissa. But shit, 5 minites till showtime. And I was calling it that before grandpa over he did anyways..

He can barely see through the crowd of green gowns and capes to even see the stage from here, it takes him all of 5 minutes to climb out of the prison that is bleachers pressed to a wire fence. Good thing he's scrawny of else he wouldn’t have been able to get out in time to see the show that is Bryce Tankthrust. Fuck. To think that he ever hated her for what happened. All the hate he'd ever bared for Bryce washes away in a second at seeing her up on that stage, when did she straighten her hair? Whatever.

She looks fucking /good/, greens definitely my favorite coulor. Fuck, she can take green if it means he can see her like she is now. Even in a graduation gown. 

And for the first time in a long time, he smiles. Bobby smiles because fuck is he happy. He didn’t /mean/ to look like a smug bastard, even if he is. He's just happy. But nothing ever goes right for him does it. Bryce looked at him, right in the eye, could you belive that? But he just smiled back, but not when her prideful smile turned down and into shock. He hasn't seen that face since.. since he threw up all over her heart, the one that she took out for him to profess her love. Fuck. Shit, SHIT. 

He hasn't ran that fast in, ever. The second he seen Bryce drop, clutching where her heart is (right?) fuck, did he really do that much damage? He didn’t think it was /that/ bad, he just wanted to surprise Bryce after escaping and... he just ran through that crowd. Over the people who were starting to pile up on the stage, he didn’t give a /fuck/ if he got sent back now or to some place worse for doing what he did and all but growling for security to get off her, Bryce was fucking hurt and it was all his fault.

*Mike and Ness waking up*

Ness: "Mornin' Sugar"

Mike: "G'Morning Nessy"

...

Mike: Oh god, why did I say that?? That was so stupid, he's probably gonna break up with me, wth, why would I say that!? I'm such an idiot

Ness: Nessy? Like Nessie as in Loch Ness Monster? This is the best day of my life.

THIS.

Not me being obsessed with the Barbie movie after watching it and imagining Ness and Mike taking Abby to the theater to watch it (i know its not time period accurate, just let me be) and on the drive back, Ness and Abby would definitely sing "I'm just Ken" on the top of their lungs, having a great time and Mike just wants to do a James Bond jump out of their driving vehicle.

Also, Ness would totally gush about how hot Ken is

They'd totally have to wear all pink too, and Mike would have to borrow sth from Ness since he literally only owns black or grey stuff.

Whenever I get a new obsession I just get back and project it onto these three again, thats my life now👍

I can't be the only one that thinks this image SCREAMS securitywaiter

Don't ask me about the text, I can't find the original😭

We all know that Bryce was heartless, in all senses of the word, but I think what people fail to notice is how hard the constant work affected her in the long term. I mean, yeah, she's money hungry and wouldn't stop if there was a literal baby in her way, but she has a heart now, her own heart.

Those 30 years of constant upping the anti while working, working, working, and not to mention the /literal/ heartbreak over bobby, has eaten away at any energy and life she's got left. Now she's got Bobby alive, and she's finally seen as a hero again, all the while she finally has some time to rest after 30 constant years of increasingly harder work; but god she must be tired. You can physically see it in her face. You can see how worn down she is between the two pictures, and you KNOW it's not just because of age. Stress ages you ten times faster and god does Bryce have a story to tell.

draw your Mangle and Jeremy like this

"I JUST SIMULTANEOUSLY WHIPPED AND NAENAED!!"

Steddie playing that couple’s game testing how much you know about your partner. Eddie is asked “What is Steve’s favorite fruit?”

Eddie, grinning, holds up his sign that just says “Me.”

Steve, pinching the bridge of his nose, holds up his sign that says “It’s peaches but he wrote ‘me.’”

Bobby absolutely took this photo and no-one can convince me otherwise.

A nice date by the beach at the carnival? Yes. Did they kiss at the top of the ferris wheel? Abso-fuckin-lutely.

But looking over to Bryce, he snaps a photo of her. Up high, looking over the sea of people and flashing lights. All Bobby knows, is that if he can't rule the god damn world, he's got something even better in front of him for everyone to see instead. To be jelouse that a woman like her chose to be with Bobby, just some horny terrorist and his evil wife. Her and a super villain, yeah. He likes the sound of that.