Humbug Stories

Eliza Porter has always lived on the edges -quiet, sharp-eyed, capturing the world through a camera lens while everyone else rushes past. She didn't expect the city to offer her anything new. Least of all him. Then Alex Turner -all wit, nerve, and that telltale shyness he never quite shakes- wanders back into her life. One aimless party turns into late-night walks, garage rehearsals, and a connection that builds in the charged space between almost-confessions and near-kisses. Just as they finally slip into their own rhythm, life cuts across it. Eliza leaves for London. Alex stays in Sheffield with a band on the cusp of something. Distance grows. So does everything they never said out loud. But London has a way of stirring ghosts back into motion. When their paths collide again - braver and far messier - they're forced to navigate misunderstandings, the pull they never outran, and nights that burn far too close to the truth. Because some people don't fade. Some cling to the cornerstone of your life like a tune you can't stop replaying. A tender, electric slow-burn set between Sheffield's backstreets and London's frantic pulse. A story of ambition, fear, magnetic chemistry, and the love that starts quietly... and refuses to leave. Their lives are just beginning. So is everything between them.

Hiii so uhhh This story is about Cybop writing his personal life and feelings This contains(it didn't happen but some are mentioned and implied): •Emotional stress •S**cidal thoughts •Physical violence •Swearing •Some shipping implied will be added •Some angst, LOTS of angst •There will be wholesome stuff soon dw •Character death(?)

Cybop and Humbug meet during a hangout with friends, ever since then they've been friends since they were young, eventually they stopped hanging out with each other though. Now that they're older they reconnect after a run in with each other. They slowly remember those years when they first met, and eventually they catch feelings for each other.

You know the absurd story. Scrooge is changed in one night! He wakes up on Christmas morning after being visited by three ghosts. One nightmare and he goes from being ...well ... Scrooge, to Mr. Rogers. Who believes that? This curmudgeonly tale may shake your faith in humanity and permanently ruin Christmas for you. Read with caution. Cover by the insanely talented @clarissanorth

(Y/N) lives with the Deetz and moves in to a new house with them, but unbenownt to them, it's haunted!What kind of ghosts will they encounter?

"Excuse me gentlemen but I was wondering if any of you happen to have a light by chance?" i ask looking back to each of the four men standing in front of me...

Leah never thinks much about the trip to California with her best friend, until a hotel room mixup with the arctic monkeys and hollywood drama chasing her tail for it. Alex never thinks much about this next gig in California, after his recent breakup with Arielle. But after a rather awkward meeting between him and a fan, things are going to be changed with him and his band forever. [I'VE RECENTLY RELEASED A BETTER VERSION OF THIS STORY CHECK THE OTHER OUT INSTEAD]

Things about me that you probably don't know

| Alex Turner/Reader | When a soon-to-be-wedded insomniac author heads back home to visit her parents, she comes across the likes of a mysterious musician on her sleepless escapade in the AM. 09.19.20 - #3 in The Last Shadow Puppets 09.24.20 - #2 in Alex Turner X Reader

I lied. It isn't epic. But you should probably know why it's titled that. A skirmish spawns in the monster world between the Entbrat's and the Drumpler's for the Plant Island. After Drumpler is defeated Rare Wubbox goes on a quest to repair all of the islands after the event of the first War of Wubbox. (Who we'll just call Rare in the story for convenience) But he gets kidnapped 😳 who did it? Well obviously the Epic Wubboxes. Now the Epic Wubboxes have overtook the natural islands and it's up to the Epic variants of the monsters to save the day, but will they be successful? And are they really needed? Also this one isn't just about the single elementals so don't worry.

"Relax, you're not my type!" "You're not my type either..."

This poem describes that a strong soul can never give up...

A story based on the album by The Last Shadow Puppets.

you're an upcoming star in London to film some scenes, who would've thought falling into a pool on your debut party would have brought positive reactions, and maybe love? One thing was for sure you weren't leaving London depressed or alone.

"He felt like a ghost hidden inside the walls, waiting for the perfect moment to make his appearance. An intimidating demeanor that doesn't quite fit with the mood. A juxtaposition. Yet, he waltzed in unnoticed by the others. Light painted his movements as he walked across the wooden floor, sunglasses dangling in his hand with each step. He was wearing black denim jeans, a black v neck shirt, and a slim fitted leather jacket. Every detail of his clashed with the atmosphere of this place. Nevertheless, his small mannerisms were, somehow, captivating. Unbothered. Calm." Inspired by arctic monkeys songs

The Floyd House of Creeps was one of the greatest shows in the late 1800s. They're ringmaster was quite the showman and the only truthful thing he ever said was "Even death can be a performer". For sooner posts and update on story progress or if you have a question. Check out my tumblr: thespookysideshowman under the blog Circus of Freaks.

Some one shots of stuff I think is cute or whatever.