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Ahh! This is so good, I can really visualize the scenes and the emotions behind them! I can't wait for the next chapter!

The Other Side of Hollywood

Part Four

Word Count: 6.3K+

Author’s Note: It’s the end of episode seven! The chemistry is real, the stakes are high, the secrets are being revealed. I went straight from writing Part Three into writing this, and I have a feeling I’ll start writing the next part immediately…

Thank you for reading the nonsense I write.

Warning: our ghoul bois get sad…

Part One here, Two here, and Three here. Masterlist here. Boom, let’s get into it.

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Y/N had spent almost all of her afterlife surrounded by grown-ups. It was by chance, of course, that she was the youngest one at the Hollywood Ghost Club, but until Willie showed up about ten years before, that’s just how it was. And while every night at the HGC was a party…

There was nothing quite like a high-school house party.

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Thank you for the tag @blixeon​!!I

(Credit to whoever took these lovely pictures)

most of y'all have probably already been tagged, sorry, feel free to ignore this :) @miss-melinna​ @alovesongshewrote​ @daydream-believin​ @wazzuppy​ @furblrwurblr​  and anyone else who's like to join!

I was tagged by my dear friend @dreamsarelikedragonflies​ for the Moodboard Game:

rules: google/search your name & your favourite color & the word ‘aesthetic’. take the first four (non collage) photos and voila you have your aesthetic moodboard! then tag your friends to join!

Fairly accurate, though I have no idea what the staircase is supposed to represent lol. 

No pressure tags: @poetryinmotion-author​, @plainrea​ (you might have already done this one? I can’t remember exactly so I’m tagging you just to be safe lol), @a-s-levynn​, @isawhisperer​, @dahliycia​, and anybody else who wants to jump in–make sure you @ me. ✨

This is so cute, I love the relaxed vibe it gives off!

Tisket, Tasket

Summary: miss lake!reader prepares for a picnic date, gives sisterly advice, and rambles a bit

Warnings: swearing, meat-eating, mentioning of an outdated belief about women, my opinion on sparkling water that no one asked for

Word Count: 1124

A/N: okay so Douxie himself actually isn’t in this but he is mentioned quite a bit? idk. Claire is babey and she deserves more credit for balancing homework for AP classes, trollhunting, and being an unpaid live-in nanny. poor girl :(

Here’s a quick doodle of the basket i did with my finger when i realized that i definitely wasn’t going to be able to find a nice picture that would even come close to the description of a basket i made up lol

(Name) opened the oven. A cloud of heat immediately hit her face. She stumbled back a bit as if she had never opened an oven before and was not expecting this outcome. The old oven mitt covering her dominant hand was old, handmade by her grandmother and covered in decades’ worth of stains. She pulled the muffin tin of porkpies out, placing it on the stovetop. The pastries smelled absolutely heavenly.

“-And of course I feel guilty about it. But I just,” Claire empathically gestured her hands, “I can not believe that she would say something like that! To my face!” she huffed.

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boys 👏 can 👏 be 👏 asexual👏

rb if you agree

Another amazing chapter! Great job on this!!

The Other Side of Hollywood

Part Seven

Word Count: 5.2K+

Author’s Note: I KNOW THE GIF IS FROM EPISODE ONE BUT I WANTED TO USE IT EARLIER AND FORGOT SO HAVE IT NOW INSTEAD!!! And I couldn’t find the time to make my own gif of Luke in that suit today so you’ll get it tomorrow with the finale. Also, I am genuinely concerned for Willie in the real show so I did us all a favour and changed a thing or two.

Warning: threatening language, more jolts, sad stuff.

Linkaroonies - One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Masterlist and Y/N Moodboard.

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The plan wasn’t exactly simple… But desperate times call for desperate measures, and the band really had no other choice.

After Julie’s rousing speech the night before, planning quickly began: what the boys had been struggling over for a week was quickly solved when they were reminded by Julie of their number one strength. Being ghosts. And after Willie stopped by to check in and promised to get rid of the opening act for Panic! At The Disco overnight, and after he assured them no-one would be hurt, maimed, or made into a ghost themselves in the process, he vanished and promised to report back by morning.

It’s how Alex, Reggie and Luke found themselves standing outside the Orpheum the next day, impatient in their wait for Willie’s return while Julie paced her way around the studio at home.

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So, I don’t know if anyone else has mentioned/noticed it, but if Rose is Julie’s mom then wouldn’t she have known about Bobby changing his name and not giving credit to the rest of the band? Or did they reconnect later in life and he never told her he was that boy she met all those years ago?

This is so good!! I love the fluff!!

Loose Ends

Zuko x Reader Modern!SMAU

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When Y/N came back to Ba Sing Se after being away for a year, she realized that there were a lot of loose ends she needed to tie up. Her friends, her studies and most importantly, her ex-boyfriend.

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^yes!!

Just an experiment. Reblog if you actually give a fuck about male victims of domestic violence and rape.

Of fucking course

What sick bastard doesn’t

This is so great, I almost cried. I can't wait for more!

Second Chances - Part 2 (Reggie x Reader)

(Part 1)

Pairing: Julie and the Phantoms - Reggie x Reader

Summary: Y/N and Reggie have been together for two wonderful, beautiful years. And then they both die. Bummer. But their afterlives offer them a second chance at their relationship and what they both love doing best - making music.

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: Thank you so much on the love for part one! Part two honestly flew out of me y’all. The reunion ended up being longer than anticipated so I hope you all enjoy, let me know if you want to be tagged, feel free to send in requests, and as always thank you so much for reading! - Abbey xo

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“No way.” I gasped. “No freakin’ way.” 

It was the studio. Our studio. Where we had spent hours and hours as Sunset Curve, making music, laughing, living out our dreams. What the hell was I doing standing outside of it? How the hell was I standing outside of it? 

I startled as the door opened and a young girl walked out, maybe 16. She was looking over her shoulder and laughing before she turned and caught sight of me. She stopped in her tracks, raising her eyebrows.

“Um, hi?” she said. “Who are you?” She crossed her arms.

“Who am I? Who the hell are yo -” I started, my voice cutting off as a boy followed her out of the studio. “Luke?” I whispered, my voice breaking. And it was. There he was, Luke Patterson, my best friend, standing in the doorway of our studio and staring at me with his mouth hanging open.

“Wait, you can see them?” the girl asked, looking back and forth between Luke and I.

“Them?” I breathed, not daring to get my hopes up about who them could be. A loud laugh sounded as Alex stumbled out of the garage, stopping short as he saw me.

“Y/N?” he asked, stepping closer to me, looking like he had seen a ghost.

He had, but you know what I mean.

“Oh my god.” I sobbed. Luke. Alex. That meant - 

Time all but stopped as Reggie walked out of the studio. 

“Wait guys what are we looking at -” his voice trailed off as he saw me. “Oh my god.” he whispered, stepping past the boys and unknown girl and closer to me. “Y/N?” he asked, his voice choking as he stared at me in disbelief. The sound of my name coming from his mouth had me launching myself at him, sobbing.

“Reg. Oh my god, Reggie.” I cried as he caught me in his arms. I vaguely registered the sounds of Luke and Alex ushering the girl away, but I was too caught up in Reggie; his arms and feel and smell. I was overwhelmed by everything about him. “I’m so sorry baby. I’m so so sorry. I didn’t mean anything I said I’m sorry I love you I love you I love you -” I cried, hugging him tightly. His grip matched mine, as if we were both afraid that the other would disappear.

“Shh, baby. Shh. It’s okay, it’s okay.” he whispered, pulling back to look at my face, brushing the tears from my cheeks even as tears flowed down his own. I stared at him, trying to drink all of him in as I gripped his arms. “How?” he asked, his voice breaking, looking at me in disbelief before smiling. 

“I don’t know.” I said, returning his smile as he leaned down and pressed his forehead against mine. “How are you here?” I asked, tracing the planes of his face with my fingers. 

“It’s a long story.” he chuckled, leaning into my touch. “But first, there is something that I’ve been desperately needing to do for 25 years.” he said, gripping my waist and pulling me closer as he leaned in.

Our lips met and I thought I was dying all over again. In a good way this time. Every inch of me felt like I was exploding, his lips moved against mine and I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer as his hands against my waist tightened. I wanted to get closer, needed to get closer to him. God, I would never get enough of him. This kiss reminded of our first one 27 years ago, full of fire and sparks and electricity -

“Wait.” I said, pulling back and breathing heavily, leaving Reggie with his eyes still closed and leaning forward, lips still slightly puckered. “Did you say twenty five years?”

“Uh, um, yeah, I did.” he said, still in a daze. His hand brushed my cheek lightly, as if to check that I was still real. “It’s - it’s a long story. That would probably be told better with the boys to help.” He leaned down to kiss me again, soft pecks this time. Once, twice, three times before he sighed, leaning his forehead against mine again. “You’re real.” he whispered, as if saying it too loudly would make me disappear. 

“I am.” I replied softly before smiling. “Or at least as real as a ghost can be.” He chuckled lightly. “Speaking of ghosts,” I said, turning away from Reggie to the direction I had heard the boys leaving. “You can come out now!” I called. I laughed as I heard whooping and cheering as Alex and Luke flew down the steps, the girl following them. 

“We were definitely listening.” Luke beamed as they came to a halt in front of me. I squeezed Reggie’s hand before letting go and stepping forward, taking a moment to stare at my two best friends. “Welcome home, Y/N.” Luke softly, still smiling at me. I laughed as I flung my arms around him, feeling his wrap around my waist tightly as he buried his face in my neck.

“It is very good to be here.” I replied, the smile on my face so wide my cheeks hurt. I heard a slight sniffle to the left of me and blindly reached out, grabbing the air until I made contact with Alex’s shirt. “Get your ass over here Alex.” I said, pulling his shirt and drawing him into the hug. We stood like that for a moment, holding each other, before I felt Reggie come up behind me and wrap his arms around me too. I breathed in as I gripped Luke and Alex, smiling as I was sandwiched in the middle of our group hug. A few more moments passed as we held each other, breathing each other in before Luke broke away and turned towards the girl. Alex briefly took over all the space in my arms, squeezing me tightly and kissing the top of my head before also letting go.

“It’s good to have you back, Y/N.” he whispered softly then stepped back. I felt Reggie’s arms slip around my waist again as he settled in behind me, and I leaned back into his embrace.

“Y/N,” Luke said proudly, grabbing my attention. “I’d like you to meet Julie.” He gestured to the girl who waved slightly at me and smiled. “Julie, I’d like you to meet the talented, the incredible, the coolest member of Sunset Curve and the greatest rhythm guitarist known to man; Y/N.” I laughed at his introduction, and Reggie leaned in to kiss my cheek, smiling.

“It’s true.” he whispered quietly in my ear.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Julie said, smiling at me before her brow furrowed slightly. She turned to Luke. “I thought you said that Trevor Wilson, or Bobby or whatever his real name is was your rhythm guitarist?”

Luke looked at me awkwardly, hesitating before replying. “Uh, yeah… he was. But Y/N was our guitarist before Bobby until Y/N had to leave -”. 

“Julie?” Someone called from up the top of the stairs, cutting Luke off. I jumped slightly, panicking. Reggie squeezed my waist in response. 

“It’s okay, it’s just Julie’s dad. He can’t see us. Or hear us. Julie is the only lifer who can.” I raised my eyebrows, turning slightly to face him properly.

“Oh, I have so many questions.” He smiled at me, kissing my temple and laughing slightly. 

“Trust me, I know.” he replied. 

“You talking to someone Julie?” her dad asked as he walked into view. Julie’s eyes widened as she not so subtly waved at us to go inside before turning to her dad.

“What? No! Of course not!” she replied, her voice way too high pitched to be considered normal. I snorted lightly at her inability to lie and she turned towards us again, eyes still wide and gestured with her head. 

“C’mon,” Reg said, pulling me in the direction of the studio, smiling. “We have got a lot of catching up to do.” 

To be continued! - Abbey xo

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This is such a great finale. The whole series was so well written and you did such a great job wrapping it up. The whole backstory was great and heart wrenching. This was so good!

The Other Side of Hollywood

Part Eight: The Finale

Word Count: 8.6K+

Author’s Note: thank you for reading my nonsense. Tuly, thank you.

Warning: the usual.

If this is the first post you’ve seen, links to the rest of the story (+ masterlist and moodboard) are as follows:

- One - Two - Three - Four - Five - Six - Seven - Masterlist - Moodboard -

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Los Angeles, California. 1995.

“Good morning City of Angels, this is Josh Fern at 106.7, bringing you your daily dose of pop tunes and the week’s biggest hits! We’ve got your sunshine while the clouds stay over our hometown, though they should be gone by the weekend. The time is 6.31, and this is our fan favourite of this week, Waterfalls by-”

The voice was cut out with a bang, a hand coming from under a mess of pillows and comforter to shut off the radio alarm clock. The nails were short, partially bitten away and partially trimmed, the fingers tips calloused and the black nail polish on them chipped away. The arm that followed had a collection of bracelets and wrist bands around it, a catalogue of the last year of events and gifts from friends. It disappeared back amongst the fluffy warm of the grey sheets, its owner hoping for another half hour of sleep.

A loud clatter sounded from just beyond the door, and the bed’s inhabitant sat right up, jumping out of bed, and slipping on a pair of fuzzy blue slippers before running to their door.

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