#( watch him get into the habit of leading her back to her room whenever she sleep walks sjhdfddf )

[xamassed]

⟬ @stellaronheart ⟭

“Sorry I didn’t warn you that I sleepwalk. Didn’t mean to become your sleep paralysis demon.”-dan heng

He was still in the midst of processing, the heel of his palm rubbing at his eye. The databank room was barely lit, but he could see her shape cutting a silhouette in the light that filled the corridor behind her.

"Aeyanira. . ." He drowsily grumbled her name as he pushed himself into standing. "It's fine. I didn't mean to fall asleep, anyway."

Dozing off while working wasn't as embarrassing for him as it might be for others, but it was mildly frustrating knowing he had spent that time sleeping rather than organizing like he had intended.

"Are you heading back to bed?"

[dontexpectmuch]

i know how much you guys love this series, so i give you a new part. this one how ever will be;

comments/feedback is highly appreciated! please, im getting desperate :d

Habits Jude Bellingham might develop before you guys get into a relationship!

(a Lost in Madrid drabble!)

it is no secret that jude just loves to talk. he genuinely enjoys it so much to share any and every thought that goes through his mind, no matter how small it might be. he couldn’t tell when it started exactly, but suddenly he found himself on his way to you, a tired student that just wants to finish their work. as soon as he lifts his hand, knocks on your door and enters the room his lips start moving, talking so lively and fast that you need some time to register what is even happening.

“what do you mean ‘m talkin’ your ear off? you literally study literature and shit!” - “it’s more about reading, jude.” you sigh, wishing for any kind of help at this moment.

it is also nothing new for you to receive messages from jude during your quiet evenings when you decide to stay home. jude recently got into sending audio messages, you being his number one victim [forced] friend, whom he shared this new passion with. and most of the times he won’t even say anything important. he’ll just sing a new spanish song he has learned that past week. and he will sing. no matter how terrible it sounds and how much it makes your ears bleed. though, you also always listen to those audios, even though you know what the content will be.

“jude?” opening your door after hearing a desperate knock, you did not think that you would see your [not] friend standing there. he looks tiredly at you, clothes wrinkled and sandals on, “mum wanted me to bring you some cake she baked.” he gives you the tupperware filled with slices of cake, energy low. you feel your shoulders relax as you look up at him, “tell her i love her, please.” he just nods. and even though he always complains to you about how he is not some delivery boy, he can’t help but get excited at the thought of seeing your soft eyes when you receive food his mum made. it makes him feel giddy inside.

he makes you trip purposely whenever you walk in front of him, and then giggles and jogs away to join the others on the field when you send daggers his way with your glare.

he forces you to play two-touch, even though you have told him multiple times already that you cannot play really well. he quite literally forces you to become better, giving you tips while making you pass the ball against the wall back and forth. “i don’t want to do this anymore, jude.” - “well, that’s too damn bad.” his gaze serious as he corrects your form once more. “bitch.” you murmur under your breath, praying for him to just disappear somewhere and leave you alone.

“what?” you ask as you look up from your notes, eyes wide as you watch jude place a cup of coffee and a cinnamon roll onto your desk. “i heard that you like sweets, or whatever.” he says, [desperately] wanting to look cool. your heart starts to pick up in speed when you look back and forth between jude and the things he just gave you, warmth spreading through your body. “thanks.”

“watch me.” he smirks at you, who looks quite annoyed tired at him. “i’ll hit this first time.” - “like you did to me on my first day here?” - “dude! i told you not to talk about it anymore, ‘t’s a sensitive topic for me, ‘kay?”

heartfelt conversations between you are not as rare as one might think. whenever jude comes to you to talk your ear off while toi work on your research, you sometimes tell him about your own stuff. that leads to various topics you two discuss, which also results in sharing some intimate thoughts. it makes jude, who usually looks so confident and well put together, look more human, like a 20 year old guy who also learns something new every day.

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surpriseee! hope you like it!! :)

[actual-changeling]

the undercover mission in arcadia only lasting a few days is a criminal waste of potential. lock them in those suburbs together for a month MINIMUM. slowly infiltrating the community and gathering information while trying to not go insane with the way they're Not Talking to each other.

they sleep in the same bed, share meals, spend most of their time together doing research and working on other cases—but do they talk? really talk? about the tension and the awkwardness and the way she still flinches whenever he touches her even with warning? or about the fact that no matter how hard he tries, mulder can't help but linger in her space?

it's torture, it's being locked in the basement office with him, it's watching through a glass door as diana takes his hand and smiles. it's mulder's voice saying words she cannot erase from her memory, fibreglass stuck in her capillaries.

long days of silence followed by even longer sleepless nights. scully refuses to give in and move to the guest room so whenever the dreams get to her, she's stuck in the bathroom relearning how to breathe.

despite everything, though, he's still mulder. she watches him—sunflower seeds, shitty movies, shittier jokes, a spark of warmth in his eyes—and sees him again, not a mask of apathy, and the part that misses him begins urging her back into his orbit.

neither of them ever consciously makes the decision to slowly tear down their walls and yet it happens day by day, week by week. old habits seeping through the cracks.

the first time she wears one of his sweatshirts it takes her two hours to notice and then she cannot bring herself to take it off—she's cold, that's all, she tells herself (he never asks, she never tells). mulder's hand lands on her lower back more and more frequently, and she stops flinching, allowing him to touch, to lead, to shield her from prying eyes like he's always done. he's her partner, unwavering and determined and soft.

he never forgot how she likes her coffee, that she reads the newspaper out of order, that she needs a glass of wine and a long, hot bath at least twice a week. patient and attentive and the friend she's been aching for.

it scares her shitless whenever he manages to make her laugh, the sound having become oddly foreign to her own ears. scully's afraid of the air vibrating in her lungs and the lightness in her head, the way she can forget about everything for a moment. the anger doesn't disappear but it makes space for familiar fondness and the warmth radiating off of him whenever she stands too close to him which is more often than not.

eventually, they talk. awkwardly, slowly, with her voice raised and his eyes trained on her as he listens to every word. there are apologies spoken for things she's already forgiven him for but she needs to hear them anyway. the first time she seeks out his embrace they both cry; something breaks open and finally gets a chance to heal.

they pretend to be in love day after day until it starts feeling like the truth again. until they can finally stop pretending, one way or another.

[angstywaifu]

Black Dahlia - 17. Jealousy

Summary: Xaden and Garrick get their squads together to train, leading to some jealousy with someone unexpected.

A/N: I'm so sorry for the long delay on Dahlia. Kinktober took priority, but we are back in full force. I wrote so many parts in the last 24 hours for this, and I can't wait for you guys to see what I'm building up to in a few parts! Garrick Tavis x OC (Dahlia Aetos)

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“I don’t know why you won’t give him a chance.” Liz says in an airy tone.

I turn to see her staring at Garrick and Xaden who have gone shirtless for their sparring warm up. And she wasn’t the only one. There were more cadets here than normal for our night training session. Since bonding dragons it seemed a lot of the first years were wanting to make sure they kept their seat. And every single girl in the room was starting at them.

I can’t help but let my eyes wander as I look over at them. Garrick was by far the most muscular guy in the quadrant. As if every muscle had been carved from stone. I shake my head in attempt to get those thoughts out of my head before turning back to watch Imogen spar with another first year.

“I won’t give him a chance, because he won’t give me a chance.” I reply bitterly.

“I mean, can you blame the guy? You’ve seen how your brother and father treat the other marked ones.” Liz murmurs, still lost in a trance as she watches them spar.

“I am not my brother and my father.” I nearly snap at her, my typical anger rising to the surface at being compared to them.

“Trust me, we know. Even if you were an angsty bitch when we first met you.” Austin teases from my other side, dodging my attempt to shove her away.

“Thanks? Not sure if that was a compliment or an insult.” I say as I narrow my eyes at her slightly.

”Let’s go with both.” Bodhi says as he walks over and joins us, Garrick and Xaden close behind him.

I keep my eyes focused on Bodhi as I jokingly glare at him, but out of the corner of my eye I feel Garrick staring at me. Ever since our interaction in the hallway I’d felt his eyes on me more. Almost as if challenging me to take the bait he’d laid out the other day. Which I was not. Yes I could admit he was attractive, especially while he stood there shirtless with his freaking muscles on full display as they glisten with a slight sheen of sweat. But even if I did get along with him, I was not becoming another notch in his bed post.

”Alright everyone, pair up with someone and start going through some weapon practice.” Xaden advises as he looks over us.

Tonight both his and Garrick’s squads were training together. Apparently a good way to broaden our training by going up against people we didn’t really know. Naturally Imogen tagged along even though she wasn’t in either squad. She made a habit of turning up whenever we were here. She kept saying it was coincidence, but I was starting to think it really wasn’t. Our squads start pairing off, Liz and Austin pairing up as if on auto pilot. They worked well together as they were a similar skill level, often complaining Bodhi and I were too difficult to go up against.

I go to follow Bodhi, but a large figure steps into my path and I’m forced to look up at Garrick. ”How about you and I pair up little Aetos?” His voice laced with a mocking tone as he looks down at me.

I roll my eyes and scoff at him. “No thanks, wouldn’t want to catch something from being too close to you.” I snap back, causing Bodhi and Imogen to snicker at my comment, Xaden’s eyes going wide as he looks between us.

”You’re just scared I’ll finally show you up.” He mocks, arms crossing over his chest as he cocks his head to the side.

An idea forms in my head. A stupid idea. And I silently hope he doesn’t follow through with it as the words leave my mouth. “If you’re so confident about that maybe you should challenge me once challenges start back up. Unless you’re scared I’ll prove you wrong again?”

Another round of snickers pick up around us, Garrick’s brow furrowing as he glares down at me. Clearly me proving him wrong all those weeks ago was still a sore spot for him, and I couldn’t help but smirk at him before pushing past him and dragging Bodhi with me.

”You know he’s going to end up doing that and he’s going to kick your ass in front of everyone?” Bodhi whispers as I lead us over to a spot on the far side of the room.

”He’s not going to kick my ass in front of everyone.” I throw back at him as I grab a sword from the weapons rack.

I turn around to see Bodhi looking at me like I’m an idiot. “Clearly you don’t know him very well, or you’re delusional on the size difference between you two.”

”And he also doesn’t know me very well.” I point out, Bodhi eyeing the sword I’m waving around cautiously as if worried I’m going to hurt him or myself with it.

”Maybe if you-”

”Nope, not happening.” I say before settling into a fighting stance.

Bodhi clearly takes it as a sign this conversation wasn’t going any further, his shoulders sagging in defeat before walking over to grab his own sword. As soon as he settles into a fighting stance I launch myself at him, Bodhi flailing to keep up with me. Each of my strikes fuelled with the hint of anger that had risen to the surface from my interaction with Garrick and words with Bodhi.

Bodhi didn’t deserve how hard I was going at him, but I needed to let out my frustrations somehow. Everyone was so adamant I give the lumbering oaf a chance. But why should I when he wouldn’t give me one? Since the day I’d walked across the parapet, he’d made up his mind about me. Had lumped me in with my brother and father without even a second thought.

Poor Bodhi is quick to succumb to my attacks, my leg kicking his out from beneath him as he falls to the floor with a loud thud as his sword clangs loudly on the ground as I point the tip of mine at his neck.

Bodhi just shakes his head and laughs. “Remind me to never piss you off again.”

”You’ll be fine.” I tease as I move my sword from his neck as I hold out my free hand to him.

He grasps his around mine before pushing off the ground to help me pull him up. Clearly still wobbly from his fall he stumbles into me as he rights himself, causing him and I to laugh at his clumsiness.

“You sure? I nearly just made a fool of myself by nearly sending us plummeting to the floor.”

”Wouldn’t be the first time you’ve made a fool of yourself.”

Bodhi laughs as he playfully shoves me away before releasing my hand and heading over to get a drink of water from his pack. As he moves my eyes fall on Garrick who hasn’t moved an inch, except to turn and look over at us. But for once his glare and eyes aren’t trained on me. They’re focused on Bodhi. And it almost looks like he wants to murder him.

@imtoanonymousforyou @simplyme-fornow @omalmal @lalaluch @wolfbc97 @leptitlu @fullmoon-94 @the-fandom-ness @fan-of-many-bands @awkardnerd

[theemporium]

okay, another request because you did the last one so much justice. remus and the reader have been dating for a while now. the only thing that upsets him is her lack of communication. so, he takes her upstairs and gets her all hot and bothered, but won't do anything she doesn't explicitly ask for.

aw thank you!! and thank you for requesting!🖤

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Despite the relationship being fairly new, Remus Lupin adored every single thing about you.

He adored the way your nose scrunched up when you were concentrating on something, or the way you easily flushed after someone complimented you. He adored the way your eyes lit up whenever you got excited, or the way you would eagerly ask him questions when he went on a ramble about something he liked. He adored the way you would always greet him with a kiss, or the way you would say his name like it was the most affectionate word in your vocabulary.

He adored you, but the one thing that bothered Remus was the lack of communication.

It wasn’t a huge thing. You obviously told him how you felt, if you were upset or just feeling a little down. But sometimes, Remus would catch you slipping into old habits. He noticed the way you would shrug off your own feelings for others, how you would go to say something before quickly shutting your mouth, thinking nobody noticed.

But he did. He noticed.

He wanted you to be able to talk freely in your relationship. He wanted you to tell him how you felt, or what you wanted. He wanted you to feel comfortable enough with him that it wasn’t a second thought.

And Remus was all but happy to take those small steps with you.

It had been a few days since he had seen you due to work commitments and general business. With the relationship only being a few months down the line, neither one of you wanted to bush the boundaries too far and come off as clingy. But by the third day, Remus just wanted you in his arms and you were eager to agree to the stay-in date.

You showed up at his apartment, grinning from ear to ear as he opened the door. He gave you one of his hoodies which engulfed you, before leading to the kitchen where you both whipped up a quick dinner. You laughed and smiled and shared a bottle of wine before making your way upstairs to his room, eager to watch some movie he had rented the other day.

The movie captured your attention for a solid ten minutes before Remus was on top of you, one hand in your hair and the other squeezing your waist as he kissed you senseless.

Your clothes were quickly shrugged off, and Remus let his clothes follow the same fate as he kissed and touched and worshipped every single inch of your skin. He missed you more than he cared to admit, and judging by the way you were squirming and wiggling underneath him, he knew you felt the same.

But he wanted to hear you say it.

Your hips bucked against his palm, a needy whine leaving your lips when Remus pulled his fingers away from their attention on your swollen clit. You were soaking, with your thighs slick and your cunt desperate for him.

But Remus wanted to hear you say it.

“Remus,” you whimpered out as he pressed feather-light kisses along the plane of your stomach. “Please.”

“Please what?” he murmured, his eyes darting up as he looked up at you between the messy strands of sandy brown hair.

You reached down, pushing his hair back as the boy settled between your legs. “Please, do something.”

“Do what, love?” he asked, and despite the innocent expression, the glint in his eyes told you that he was enjoying the way you squirmed.

Your cheeks flushed. “You know what.”

“Can’t say I do, baby,” he murmured half-heartedly, placing another chaste kiss on your inner thigh before licking the taste of you off his lips. “Tell me what you want.”

“Remus,” you whined but his hands squeezing your thighs caught his attention.

“I’m not gonna do anything until you tell me what you want, love,” he warned and you knew he was serious. “C’mon now, use that pretty head of yours and tell me what you want.”

“I…” you breathed out, your heart pounding in your chest and something about the situation made you feel embarrassed, even if his presence always made you feel safe. “I want you to touch me.”

He flashed you a lazy grin, squeezing the fat of your thigh. “I am touching you, darling.”

“N-Not like that,” you murmured, shaking your head.

“Then how?”

You let out a shaky breath, your hands trailing down your body until you stopped just above your soaking cunt. “Need you to touch me here please,” you whispered, like it was a secret shared between the two of you. “Wanna feel your tongue here, Remus. It always feels so good.”

His eyes darkened. “Yeah?”

You nodded. “Love it when you make me scream for you.”

And it wasn’t as explicit as he would’ve liked, but it was better. He was pushing your limits, helping you get there slowly even if it meant having you squirm a little until you get there. But it was progress and he was more than happy to reward you for it.

“Atta girl,” he grinned as he wrapped his arms around your thighs, pinning you to the mattress. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

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[dilfl0v3rss]

Ouuuu you write angst? can we get an angst drabble with one of the aot men but it's a happy or petty ending for us and not for them

here i go here i go here i gooooo🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️

“ian ready for no relationship.” the excuse of excuses. the words that were always thrown your way after you’d try to convince your little “fling” that you wanted to be more. eren stood up, zipping his pants before grabbing his hoodie and heading out your dorm room. your situation was…complicated. well not really. you grew very attached to this man, looking for him at parties, going to every single one of his games, giving him your notes so he wouldn’t fail and get kicked off the team, and letting him fuck you whenever he wanted.

you were practically dating. or that’s what you thought. eren saw you as just another pretty little thing to keep his grades up and his dick wet. using you constantly while labeling it at love to keep you coming back for more. “b-but why ren?” eren dropped his shoulders, sighing before he walked back to you and raised your chin with his fingers. “you know the rules pretty. cant be tied down worrying about a girl during the season. when all of this craziness is over then we can work sum out.”

a smile bloomed on your face as you looked at eren in complete adoration. you couldn’t wait for the season to end so you could finally be with the man you love. your friends seen you as a complete idiot and they had no problem trying to shut down your delusions. “girl what don’t you get? as soon as the season ends he gon drop you like a bad habit.” “yea he’s lying to you baby.”

you shook your head as your friends annie and sasha tried to speak some sense into you. “he wouldn’t do that to me. h-he lo-” “he doesn’t love you and m’gonna prove it.” before you could reply annie pulls out her phone, clicking historias instagram story to show you what she posted in her close friends. there eren was, laying his head on her stomach with his arms wrapped around her as the rest of his body laid snug between her legs. the caption reading ‘pussy put his ass to sleep🤣’.

your eyes instantly welled with tears as you watched eren, your eren be with someone else the same way he’d be with you. annie was contemplating telling you for awhile. hoping that you’d come to your senses on your own without having to get hurt, but she just couldn’t hold it in anymore. “w-why would he-” “because historias dumber than a bag of rocks and she doesn’t mind sucking and fucking a dick that’s been in half the campus.” sasha spit.

annie wiped your tears with a napkin from her purse before standing up with you on the quad bench. “fuck him furreal. there’s so many guys that have been tryna get at you, but you’ve been oblivious to them because of eren.” you nodded your head, acting as if you were agreeing but you were really heartbroken. the three of you said your goodbyes and you went back to your room. tears flooded your pillowcase as you thought about what you had just witnessed.

you were being played by the one person you wanted. you weren’t the type to dwell on things so you decided to just leave him alone. praying that one day he gets what he deserves, but right now you wanted nothing to do with him. weeks went by since you’ve last talked to eren. he wasn’t suspicious of it since he’d usually only talk to you when he needed something anyways. covering up his absences with “practice” to keep you from pestering him.

the first couple of days were hell. nonstop crying and constant reminiscing were what filled your mornings and nights. saying you missed him was an understatement. you felt like you couldn’t live without him. you’d see him after him games, flirting with girls while looking around to make sure you weren’t watching. when he felt that the coast was clear he ended up taking one by the hand and leading her into the locker room with him.

that was your breaking point. you practically ran to your room with tears soaking your cheeks. you wanted absolutely nothing to do with this man anymore. packing all of the clothes he left there and putting them in a trash bag before throwing it outside. you were finally washing your hands of this man and your friends couldn’t be prouder. comforting you whenever you needed but also trying to get you out there more so you can finally replace that piece of shit.

as annie said, a lot of guys have tried to get at you and instead of shooting them down like you usually did, you gave one a chance. you and reiner have gotten pretty close over the last few weeks. texting almost everyday, eating lunch together, and sharing your favorite books with each other in the library as you studied. he was sweet and charming.

always paying for your lunch no matter how many times you’ve tried to return the favor, walking you all the way to your dorm after a particularly late study sesh, and holding your hand when the two of you would cross the street. he mostly did that for his enjoyment, but you didn’t mind.

the two of you weren’t dating, but your friends thought you were, given that one was barely seen without the other. “where’s your boo suge.” sasha would say when you finally hung out with your girls after three long weeks. “hush uppp. we just talking.” annie, sasha, and pieck busted out laughing before pieck leaked some information to you.

“girl you know we seen you getting your back blown out in the back of his jeep right?” your hands flew to your mouth as you gasped in shock. “yupp. saw him pulling your hair and allat right in our dorm parking lot.” sasha said as you covered your face in embarrassment before mumbling into your hands. “ooouuu yall so nosey i could strangle all three of you right now.” annie scoffed as she pulled your arms from your face.

“you think we’re dumb? you’ve been ditching us every chance you got. and when you do decide to finally hang out with us for a little, you come with a bunch hickies and a pimp walk.” all of you laughed at her last comment. rolling your eyes before checking your phone. speak of the devil.

rei🌻

‘got everything ready for movie night!’

‘waiting on you now mama💛’

you looked up from your phone, instantly getting pissed off looks from your friends. “don’t even say nun. go be wit your man. enjoy it too because this weekend you all OURS. you hear me?” you giggled as you stood from your spot on sasha’s beanbag chair. “i hear youuu. love yallll!!” each of your friends replied with “love you toos” before you left to go spend time with reiner.

“aight i got nightmare on elm street and i got fri-” “princess and the frog” reiner chuckled as you looked up at him. sitting on his bed in nothing but his t shirt that you changed into as soon as you got there. “we watched that last time princess. you said you’d let me switch it up.” pink lip jutting out in a pout at he looked at you with sad eyes.

you laughed, watching this huge man with black ink dancing around his arms and chest being such a softy for you. his sweatpants hanging low on his hips as he situated himself under you on the bed. “okay then coco. i love un poco locoooo” a groan flew from his lips as he rolled his eyes at your choices. “no more disney. if i hear another song ima rip my ears off.”

the two of you ended up settling on john wick, but that didn’t really matter since it was one thirty minutes into the movie where you found yourself sleeping soundly on his chest. straddling him with your head in the crook of reiner’s neck as he played games on his phone. he was thinking about asking you to be his girlfriend soon, but he didn’t know how or when to ask.

the sound of your phone snatched him out of his thoughts. looking at the screen in disgust as he read the contact on the screen.

ren ren💚

‘yo. you up?’

he seen the name pop up and instantly got heated, knowing what he’s done to you. he made quick work to delete his number before replying.

you

‘yea what’s up?’

347-***-****

‘miss you mama🤧’

‘let me pull up on you’

“the nerve of this guy” reiner thought as a quick idea came up into his head. first he checked on you, making sure you were still deep in your slumber before taking a picture of your sleeping figure on his hard chest. sending it with a smirk as he watched erens typing bubble pop in and out of the chat. reiner dropped the phone back on the bed, figuring he just wasn’t going to answer until he heard a bunch of vibrations start coming in. texts popping up left and right and he scrolled through each of them.

347-***-****

‘wyd y/n?’

‘man you so lame for that fr’

‘how you just gon give my pussy away like that?’

‘he never gon be able to fuck you like i do’

‘cmon baby don’t pass up a relationship with me…’

‘i swear i’ll never text historia again’

‘or any other bitch’

‘she could never amount to you ong baby’

‘baby?’

‘text me back y/n :(‘

‘at least still study with me…historia’s so dumb i’ll get kicked off the team fasho’

*caller blocked*

reiner put your phone on his nightstand before laying you on you your side. kissing you on the cheek before cuddling up behind you and falling asleep as well.

[stilespeters]

Rich Girl

series masterlist

pairing: Tate Langdon x f!reader

words: 4965

summary: The wealthy kinsley family moving into the murder house leads to: Cracks forming between family members, strange occurances in the house, and the feeling of being watched all the time.

warnings: underaged drinking, hints to stalking, some cursing

taglist: @iloveneilperry

song: rich girl by daryl hall and john oates

🎶 So far gone on your own. Well you could get along if you tried to be strong. But you'll never be strong cause you're a rich girl. And you've gone too far cause you know it don't matter anyway. You can rely on the old man's money...

October 21st 2014

It was always very clear that the west coast wasn't for you, yet here you were, stuck in LA traffic on a saturday morning. You had questioned if you had done anything horrific in your life to deserve to be here right now.

Olive was sitting next to you and was playing some Mario game on his nintendo, Frank was driving while whistling the lines of the horrible music on the radio and your mother was nervous. Usually she would touch her pearl necklace continuously in state of stress, however it was packed up in her suitcase in the back. Now she was staring blankly in front of her, biting her nails. It was a habit you inherited from her as you were plucking your own cuticles. However, instead of being nervous, you were bored out of your mind.

To try and kill time you had placed your headphones on and listened to your own music, but still, Nirvana couldn’t make time go by faster. It also didn't help that strands of hair were getting painfully stuck in your headphones and earrings every time you moved.

For hours since you left the hotel it was quiet in the car, until you heard Frank gasp. The whole ride from the hotel he had looked very neutral but now he broke the silence. “Oh my god.”

Your mom got out of her trance and turned her head, making her hat bump against the window. “What is it, honey?”

“I think I forgot to grab our charger from our hotel room,” Frank seemed visibly upset and your mom stopped biting her nails.

“It’s probably somewhere in the suitcases in the back.” She tried to reassure but Frank shook his head. “No, I remember plugging in the charger and thinking to myself I should unplug it and pack it in, but I forgot.”

"It's just a charger, honey. You got a backup charger and when we arrive at the house we'll buy another one." she was quick to come to a solution but Frank shook his head. He was always one to never forget anything. Even though you were very very wealthy and could buy millions of chargers, Frank always advocated to you and your little brother to never lose an item worth of any value. Every cent was worth something and could help. The way Frank looked at money was the way a mother would look at a newborn child.

"Fine." He murmured and you saw one of his famous frowns appear on his face whenever he was upset. He looked like a child really. Every time something like this happens he sulks in a corner and desperately tries to push the annoying feeling away for the sake of looking tough, however, deep inside he was boiling.

He gave a small smack on the side of the wheel and cursed.

“Shit.”

Before he could say anything else, your mother gave him a soft smack on the shoulder. “Don’t swear in front of Oliver. He doesn't need to hear that filth.”

Frank’s eyes widened and he said “whoops” before giving a guilty look at your mother. He quietly hoped Oliver didn’t hear it but once he turned his head to look at him, Oliver looked up from his Nintendo and gave him a cheeky smile. “Shit.”

Oliver always did the same thing Frank did. It was cute how he looked up to him. Your mother however wasn’t too fond of it.

“See? He’s starting to copy you. Next thing I know, he starts smoking and drinking as well. 1 version of you is enough.”

“Oh come on, Clarissa. A little swearing won’t hurt the world. It’ll make him tough like his sister. Right Y/n?” again, he looked at you with hope through the rear view mirror that you’ll back him up.

“No, I actually agree with mom.”

“Thank you, see Frank? I raised a well mannered daughter.”

You bit your nail and leaned your elbow against the window frame of the car while looking outside. “Yeah, I think it’s a very shitty thing to swear in front of Olive.”

“Very shit indeed.” Oliver answered.

Frank laughed out loud, his lost charger long forgotten and your mother facepalmed while closing her eyes. She rubbed her forehead as she leaned against the window and she looked visibly disappointed. You however, looked at your little brother and high fived him.

“One version of you,” your mom looked back and pointed at you “Is also enough.”

You rolled your eyes and shook your head. You then clicked on the pause button on your ipod to resume your song. Nirvana’s ‘come as you are’ was on a loop and you closed your eyes while daydreaming.

The feeling of sitting in one position for way too long made your body shiver and ache. It stung and you felt uncomfortable, but after shifting and finding a better way to sit, the vibrations managed to lull you to sleep.

Once the car came to a stop about 3 hours later, you opened your eyes.

“We’re here!” Frank said in excitement and placed a hand on your mother’s hand before exiting the vehicle. You had your ipod in hand and ‘glory box’ by Portishead was playing as you stretched your limbs.

From the moment you stepped out of the car and felt the California weather wrapped around you, you were surprised that it wasn’t that hot. Even though it was October, you expected it to feel like you were in a pit of hell. The autumn breeze however felt comfortable against your skin.

You grabbed your backpack with all the necessary stuff you needed, and grabbed your sunglasses from your pocket to shield the sunlight from your eyes. As you chewed on your bubblegum you got a view of the building in front of you.

Frank and your mom were stretching their limbs and you took a long and hard look. The building looked like it had been ripped out of a 1920s film. It was grand and had a pale reddish color. The windows were mosaic with washed out colors, but it suited the exterior well.

Frank looked in awe at the building. “Now, look at that beauty. It’s even better in person.” you cocked your head to the side and scanned the mural. “It looks…” you tried to find the right word, “Old.”

You and your best friend loved fashion styles and you were also both very interested in stylish architecture. Victorian homes were usually fascinating to you because it had so much character and history. This one in front of you however looked like one of those houses that had mold everywhere. It's probably because it had been a very long time since people lived here.

You cringed and scrunched your nose while touching your earring. "This place better have a maid."

Olive stood next to you while Frank and your mom stood behind you. Frank placed his arm around your mom’s waist and placed a hand on your shoulder. "I read online that it was built somewhere in the early 20th century." Your mom gave the boy a little squeeze of his shoulder.

“Great, so the chances are 99% that the house is haunted." you muttered and your mom gave you a sharp look.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.” You gave her a smile and when she looked away, you rolled your eyes. Frank heard what you said and rubbed your shoulder. “Of course it’s not haunted, honey. You’ve seen way too many films,” the man looked at the little boy, “It’s beautiful and detailed, right Oliver?”

Oliver didn’t respond, instead he searched for your hand and clung to it. “Is this our new home?"

“It might be,” Frank walked with Marcy to the next room and squeezed Oliver’s shoulder. “Come on little man, let’s see the inside.”

Frank, Oliver and your mother were the first ones to walk towards the door and you were left behind to gaze at the window. You swore you saw movement for a split second and your eyes lingered for a moment, but after a while of staring you saw nothing. All that met your eye was the abyss behind colored tiles.

You shrugged it off and slowly made your way to the front door. Right before you stepped foot on the porch, the door opened and a strawberry blonde woman smiled brightly.

“You must be Frank and Clarissa,” she greeted and Frank shook the woman's hand. She introduced herself as Marcy and then saw you and your brother, "And you must be Y/n and Oliver." You shook her hand and smiled, showing your bright teeth, “Pleasure to meet you.”

“Likewise,” Marcy stepped aside and let everyone in. “It’s a classic Victorian. Built around 1920 by the doctor to the stars at the time. It’s just fabulous, these are real Tiffany fixtures. And as you can see, the owners really loved this place like a child. They restored everything.”

Oliver followed them and you were still scanning the hall. The feelings you had when you walked on the creaking wood was indescribable. It looked intriguing yet menacing for some reason.

As Marcy explained some more historic facts about the building, you got bored and decided to walk around. You didn't know where to, but your feet moved before you could think. It felt like a strong gravitational pull enchanted you and took control of your legs, and your curious eyes met a lamp in the corner of the end of the hall. To the right there was nothing to meet your eyes but the walls, yet again you swore you saw movement. You frowned but shrugged it off once again. Maybe it was just the jetlag. You really did feel tired and almost choked on your bubblegum when you fell asleep.

You whipped out your phone as you walked through the hall and you sighed exaggeratedly. You were texting your best friend about the house. However you didn't have any service and you wondered if the place had wifi. No matter, even if it would send, she didn't respond right away as she was probably asleep due to the time difference. You put away your phone and looked around.

You had seen pictures before and thought everything was gonna be smaller. You knew the way people photographed houses to make it look bigger than in reality, but this house seemed to be an exception. You had to give props to that. You had great respect for honesty and integrity.

As you were checking all of the rooms on the ground floor, you were stopped by a barking sound from your right. As you followed the sound, you looked down and saw a Chi-poo looking up at you with whale eyes. It looked at you with its head cocked to the side and you crouched down. “Where did you come from, little guy?” your voice was higher pitched and you gently grabbed the collar and read the name, “Hallie.”

Your frown faded and you smiled brightly while scratching Hallie’s head. “Aren’t you a little beauty?” You whispered and you let Hallie find a comfortable spot in your arms. The moment seemed sweet and although it was, a clicking sound of heels that was heard from behind you ruined it. You could almost hear the entitlement in that sound and you let out an inaudible sigh.

“There you are,” You looked up and saw your mother standing in the doorway. “Want to see the rest of the house, sweetie?”

Clarissa leaned against the brown cabinet on the right. You put up a smile and stood up from your spot.

“Yeah I’m coming.” You grabbed the dog and cradled it in your arms.

After you saw the kitchen, you were marveled by the space of the house in its entirety. Sure everything looked old but there was no denying the house definitely had style. The kitchen island had a sink and the dark brown wood oddly complimented the black and white tiles. From the outside it definitely looked very stale and it definitely needed a paint job, but from the inside it was much more vibrant. You appreciated all the little crevices of details in each and every room and realized you shouldn't have judged too harshly on the first look.

Once you moved to another door and opened it, you saw two big shelves against the wall and a fireplace on the right.

“This could be the music room, right honey?” Frank asked your mother and she happily nodded.

Marcy looked amused, “You’re a musician?”

Frank shook his head. “No, unfortunately I’m not musically gifted, Y/n is. She plays the piano.”

"She definitely didn't get that from me, I am tone deaf." Your mother laughed and you smiled sheepishly.

Marcy gave you a smile in return and walked a bit further towards the window. “I think the piano is such a lovely instrument, I think it will look amazing here.” She pointed at the spot near the window and Frank happily continued talking. “Y/n has been dying to get a Grand Piano. We had one years ago but sold it when we moved again. We want to buy one as soon as possible for her so she can practice again.” He placed a hand on your shoulder and gave you a proud smile as he rubbed softly, “Oliver always listened whenever she played. Y/n even taught him a song or two."

“That sounds lovely, the previous owners of the house were also musically gifted. The mother played the Cello.” Marcy continued and her face fell, “Speaking about the previous owners, full disclosure requires that I tell you what happened to them.”

You let out a soft chuckle and walked forward, causing Frank's hand to let go off your shoulder. “Let me guess, they died?”

You actually meant for it to be a joke, but Marcy nodded.

“Yes they did, actually. All three of them. The dog you’re holding is Hallie. The only one left of the Harmon family. The mother died while giving birth and the daughter and the father both committed suicide. I sold them the house too. They were just the sweetest family. You never know, I guess.”

Your face fell and your mouth opened and closed a few times as your eyebrows were raised. Before you could say anything, Frank came to your rescue. “That explains why it’s half the price of every other house in the neighborhood and why it was on sale for 3 years I guess.”

You could have guessed Frank wanted the biggest house for the least amount of money. One thing he didn't forsee was there was always a catch.

"I told you it was too good to be true." you whispered to yourself. The house market was shit, and so when Frank found this house on the listings he marveled at how much money he could save and invest if you were to move in. You were very skeptical of it and had warned him that there could be a very concerning reason as to why it was this cheap.

Murders were definitely a valid reason as to why.

Marcy continued. “I do have a very nice mid-century ranch, but it’s in the valley and you’re going to get a third of the house for twice the price.”

Your mother held the arm of Frank and seemingly didn’t care about the information about the demise of the previous tenants. “The price doesn’t really matter to us. We just need a spaceious place where there is silence and peace. I get these horrible migraines that cause insomnia and my psychiatrist recommended moving to a more quiet area.”

“And you thought you would find silence in LA?” You tried but your mother ignored your comment and continued talking to Marcy. “He prescribed me pills that could help me fall asleep and stay asleep. But still, the loudness of central New Orleans was too much.”

“Don’t worry, mrs. Kinsley. Los Angeles is not all loud and noisy. This house is in the perfect neighborhood and in the perfect shape. The sounds of anything outside are drowned out by the thick walls and even then, it’s rare for it to be busy outside. The only times when the neighborhood comes alive is on holidays,” Marcy continued. “As halloween is approaching, the peak will be on october 31st, but after that you can expect everything to be quiet. Also, the neighbors don't really tend to socialise a lot from what I've heard.”

“That sounds lovely.” your mother smiled brightly and Marcy walked away to talk with Frank about the next room that was perfect for his work. You could faintly the voice of Marcy saying the man from the previous family was a psychiatrist and you found it ironic since Frank was a psychologist. What a coincidence.

As soon as she was out of your sight, you turned to your mother and removed the smile from your face. “Okay, it might be in a good neighborhood, and everything might be all quiet or whatever. But are we really gonna gloss over the fact that a family died here? I mean, what happened to the tenants before them? Are you not concerned about that?"

“The history of the house isn't that important," she shrugged, "You didn't seem to have a problem with our old house. It's even older and also a lot of things have happened there. Probably a few murders here and there. There is a ton of history on that as well." She said as if it was the most casual thing ever. Yeah sure, it's not like murder is a crime and is very bad

"Yes, but this is a house where random people died," you whisper-shouted, "Our old house was old, yes, but it's family history. Our history. I don't mind that because it's a part of us. It's part of our family."

Your mother didn't answer that and looked at the side. She was as stubborn like you and you let out a mocking laugh. "Right, I forgot family doesn't mean anything to you, it's why you got a new shitty boyfriend Frank and decided to move to the other side of the fucking country." That made her head snap back to you and you almost missed the way her head moved to Frank and Marcy, afraid that they would hear her daughter's outburst.

"Y/n, let’s not do this now. It’s not the timing.” Your mother warned with closed teeth and but before you could protest and ask when the right time was, Oliver stood in the doorway. “Mom?”

Hallie, who had a warm spot in your arms, jumped out and ran towards the younger boy. Oliver looked surprised but happily pet the dog and Clarissa smiled as if nothing happened.

“Hey honey, what do you think of the house so far?"

“It’s very big,” Hallie licked his hand and the boy smiled, “I like it.”

Clarissa nodded in agreement and glanced at Frank and Marcy for a second before facing the two of you again. “I think it’s absolutely gorgeous. Exactly what we're looking for.”

You raised your eyebrows and crossed your arms over each other.

Olive's eyes sparkled. “Does this mean that we’ll take it?”

“I think it’s perfect," she said and she gave Olive a smile. “Your opinion matters too, of course. What do you say?” You gave your mother a side eye.

“Yes!" she then turned to look at you and waited for your approval. "And you? Y/n?" her eyes stood void of emotions and you watched Frank and Marcy in the corner of your eyes and sighed. “Why are you asking me? I know you don’t care about my opinion anyways.”

“Y/n…” Clarissa smiled through her teeth and gave you a warning look again. Hallie barked at something and ran out of Olive's arms into the hallway. Olive followed the dog and you continued the conversation you had with your mom.

"What? It's literally why you forced me to come with you. Ever since Frank came we everything changed and I'm tired of it, okay? I just... I can't. Give me a break." you exhaled deeply and rubbed your forehead.

"I will have none of this at the moment,” she repeated her standard line with a calm tone, “We both know it was for the best, and you like quiet too right? There are great schools here and I'm sure you'll make loads of new friends." She didn't know she was literally proving your point right then and there. She didn't care about your opinion. She already had her own the minute she forced you to pack your things and dragged you into the car. You were tempted to open the window and yell 'Help, I'm being kidnapped' but you knew that would only worsen things. You also didn't really felt like sitting in a police bureau sulking while your mother explained the situation.

You scoffed and crossed your arms. "LA is full of stuck up people who care only about followers and fame. I never wanted this."

Your mother rolled her eyes. "Don't act like a brat, Y/n I am so over it. Tons of girls your age dream of moving to this city in a big house like this. They would do anything to be in your position right now, to have the opportunities you have. Besides there are people like that everywhere, your old friends were exactly like that. And sweetie, don't tell me you're not like them cause you are.”

Ah, the old classic "you can't feel sad because you have it better than majority of the people on this shitty planet".

You were starting to boil.

“Just because you’re not a fan of them doesn’t mean they’re immediately conceited.” you tried to keep your voice low to avoid Olive hearing the conversation if he were to lurk somewhere nearby. He had witnessed a few outbursts a few times before and you didn't want Olive to see that as an example of good behavior.

Before the conversation truly went downhill, Marcy and Frank walked back into the room and you turned around to smile again as if nothing happened. Your mother did the same and now you realized the older you got, the more you looked like your mother.

Frank gave Clarissa a kiss on the cheek before he looked at you and asked the same question. “So, Y/n. What do you say?”

It was quiet for a few seconds before you realized that there was absolutely no way of going home anytime soon. You gave Frank one last look before giving Marcy a grin, hoping she wouldn’t notice your twitching eye.

“Does this place come with the dog?”

After Clarissa and Frank signed some papers and discussed the next plans with Marcy, it was already night time. Most of the moving boxes were in the living room and you were currently in your new bedroom. You didn't want to speak with anyone today and so you sulked while sitting on your bed.

The room wasn't all too bad, it was way smaller and darker than your previous room but oddly enough you didn't really mind. Plus, the door had a lock so that was very convenient for you. It took a little while to get the key but after a thorough search you found it lying in a cabinet.

You locked the door, closed the blinds and made sure no one could peek. You were tired from everything and you were in desperate need of some distraction. A bottle of vodka was hidden somewhere deep in one of the boxes as well as a can of cola, and you mixed the two drinks.

"At least I still have alcohol and a designer handbag." You muttered and as you sat on the chair in front of the mirror at your desk, you took a swig of the liquid.

“The blinds are see through, anyone standing in the yard can see what you're doing.”

You spat out the remaining drink and turned around to see a young, blonde man stand near the door. He had his hands in his pockets and simply blinked at you.

“What the-” you wiped the remains from your mouth. “Who are you? How did you get in here?” You saw that the door behind him was open, and you were visibly confused. You thought you locked your door.

“Also, the lock is old, you should double turn the key for it to work.”

Before you could say anything else, he walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.

Your eyebrows were frowned and you turned around one more time to blink at the door. Once you looked back at the mirror, you saw the spatters of vodka mixed with cola painted the glass and rubbed your eyes.

What the fuck?

You stood up from your place after a few seconds and walked to your door. To test out what he said you locked the door while twisting the key once. As you pushed the door, it opened and you did the same thing again, this time you turned the key twice.

You pushed the door and it didn’t budge.

Who the fuck was he and how did he get into your house? Was he one of the movers who helped with the boxes from the truck? No that can't be possible, you scanned everyone's faces as they moved in and out, but everyone was middle aged.

So perhaps he was one of Frank's clients? You didn't really know anything about his job but it seemed very logical that clients first had to book an appointment before showing up.

Even though you were kind of freaked out, you didn't alarm anyone. Maybe that was a dumb decision, but you really didn't feel like walking downstairs to see the smug face of Frank and your mother, especially after everything that happened today.

If he was a thief, you hoped he'd steal Frank's backup charger.

If you thought the situation with the blonde boy was weird, what happened after was a lot weirder.

It was about an hour later and you had a bathroom break. You could still walk in a straight line and only felt a bit buzzed. Trying to avoid the living room where Frank and your mother were seated, you walked into the kitchen and grabbed an apple from the tray.

Walking back upstairs, you accidentally dropped the apple and cursed. However, as it rolled into the hallway, you were startled to see the apple roll back to you as though it hit an invisible wall in the middle. You grabbed your forehead, crouching down and taking the apple in your hand. How was that possible?

Looking around once or twice to see anything out of the ordinary, you struggled to clear your thoughts. Eventually you blamed it on the alcohol. Although a feeling deep inside told you that it wasn't that. You knew you weren't drunk enough to imagine this.

You didn't make a big deal out of it mainly because you always scared yourself by thinking the most random creepy things. Walking to the bathroom at night; what if someone is standing behind the corner? Sitting on the couch; what if someone's hand suddenly snatches you into a shadow realm? Every thought was so random. You did it to yourself and you didn't want to scare yourself again.

You blinked once or twice before returning your trek upstairs.

Walking through the hall to find the right door back to your room, you struggled. Having a big house meant there were more rooms, which meant that it would take a while longer to get used to finding your way. Your old house was the same, maybe even bigger. It was the perfect place for hide and seek. You could hide in a closet in one of the many rooms and it would take hours or maybe days to find you.

As you finally found your bedroom, you stopped in your tracks. You heard noise behind the door, and when you opened it, you frowned. You saw that someone unplugged your headphones from your ipod on your bed and had played a song by Daryl Hall and John Oates.

So far gone on your own. Well you could get along if you tried to be strong. But you'll never be strong cause you're a rich girl. And you've gone too far cause you know it don't matter anyway. You can rely on the old man's money...

You paused the device and walked out of your room.

“Olive!”

“Yes?”

You opened the door to his room and saw he was still on his nintendo. He didn’t look up when you stood in the doorway with your arms crossed. “You can’t just go into my room and do that shit. We need some boundaries, I value privacy."

Oliver looked up from his nintendo and looked confused. “I didn’t go into your room?”

“Very funny Olive.” Oliver had pulled pranks on you before and so you weren't buying it. "First of all, don't call me Olive, I'm a person not food, and second of all, I never stepped foot off my bed since I jumped on it. That was like an hour ago."

You were very skeptical and crossed your arms.

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not, I swear!”

You narrowed your eyes before deciding to drop the subject. You didn't want to argue, especially knowing you would get a lecture from Frank about family positivity.

“Whatever.”

You walked back and looked at your ipod once again and rubbed your eyes, cursing because you wore mascara. Trying not to cry because everything frustrated you, you fell ontop of your bed and groaned in your pillow, smudging mascara on the sheets. You just simply didn't care anymore.

These were very interesting first days of your new house. Nothing really seemed to work in your favor, you hated this city, you missed everyone back at home, everything seemed to be out of the ordinary, and you didn't know if the constant feeling of being watched was because of the new house, or if it was just you being paranoid.

No matter, every feeling you held wasn't gonna last long. Because as soon as you would turn 18, you would pack your bags and leave this place. Ever since Frank came into the picture you had everything planned out. All you had to do was wait a couple of weeks and survive the constant bickering of your family members, Frank, and the weirdness of the house. You just have to hold on a little longer.

This is going to be challenging, but surviving for a bit longer can't be that hard... Right?

[taumoebaa]

hi oomfie imy 💗 would you mind sparing some of your favorite liam headcanons? 🤲🥺

omg hi ily. been waiting for this ask my entire life. -cracks knuckles- let's get to yapping.

my no.1 headcanon is that he's really good at everything except first aid. like absolutely clueless. i just think that he's never had much trouble winning fights so it follows that he's not used to getting hurt. and on the rare occasions that he does, he like, 'i'll walk it off.' but when he starts shadowing violet he decides to visit the healer's quadrant every now and then to learn a thing or two.

(i also just really love the idea that medicine in the FW universe is really underdeveloped because they always rely on menders for serious illnesses.)

this one is inspired by your liam headcanon but he definitely has old man habits. like whenever he's not out on some midnight shipment with the other marked kids, he's getting into bed at 9pm and waking up at 5am without fail, watching the sunrise through the windows of the dorm's walkways while he waits outside vi's room in the morning, and picking up new crafting hobbies whenever he finds the time.

also he thinks basgiath's dining hall food is bland as hell. will never stop yapping about how tyrrish food was better.

as a kid he probably played a lot of hide and seek with sloane, but sloane was always better than him at hiding. so when they got separated after the executions, he had this unconscious habit of looking around his foster home to find her, only to remember that she wouldn't be there, or anywhere. and that's my theory for why his signet is farsightedness.

on the opposite end, i love the idea that when liam started whittling, he'd leave a line of wood chips everywhere. so whenever xaden wanted to find him he'd know exactly where to go.

and of course, he prefers to walk behind violet when he's shadowing her, but if he's ever in the lead, he'll always look back just to make sure she's still there.

[just-jordie-things]

28 and 16 w yuta!!! its such a sweet concept and by the way, i love the way you write everyone >.< 🤍

16: New Year's Kiss 28: First Kiss ___

yuuta had planned for weeks to kiss you at midnight on new year's eve. and the closer the day grew, the more antsy he'd begun to feel thinking about it. he'd had feelings for you for quite some time now, but hadn't quite figured out when the right time would be to confess.

it was safe to say they were eating him up inside. and the week leading up to new year's had been dreadful. whenever he was around you, his hands would shake, he'd find himself at a loss for words, and more often than normal he'd be rushing away from you with burning cheeks and butterflies in his stomach.

you'd been quite bewildered by this behavior. yuuta was a good friend, so to see him making more and more excuses to leave conversation with you was starting to hurt your feelings a little bit.

so by the time your little new year's party rolled around, you'd been distancing yourself from him, just a little bit. you very much still wanted to be around him- he was one of your closest friends and you couldn't deny there was always a flutter in your heart when he was around- but you just couldn't handle the awkward exits he was making.

you'd been a bit of a wallflower for most of the gathering. yuuji, toge, nobara, and panda were entertained by their beer pong competition, and you and maki were hiding out by the table of alcohol and snacks together.

"you could always just tell him how you feel, you know"

you look up at your friend, a little confused because you had been standing in silence for the last five minutes so this advice came out of nowhere, but you knew exactly what she was referring to.

maki grinned when your cheeks flooded with pink, and you ducked your head down to stare at the remnants of a vodka cran you'd slammed not ten minutes ago.

"i dunno" you sigh, and she shrugs back at you.

"you got a better new year's resolution?"

no, you think bitterly. this year, just like many years prior, you failed to come up with a resolution good enough to stick to. anything you'd come up with seemed lame, or too obvious. working on being a better person? you already strived to do that every day. go on a diet? in your line of work as a sorcerer healthy habits were already a must.

"you still got five minutes to come up with something better," maki says, pushing her hair behind her ear. it looked pretty when she left it down, you think. "never known you to lack courage"

"it's not that i don't have courage" you defend, but your voice is weak, and your hand grips your cup a little tighter. maki gives you a comforting smile before laying her hand on your arm.

"it's your choice," she reminds you, and you you give her a wobbly smile back. "but you should seriously reflect on what's stopping you"

you let out a sigh as you nod back at her. shortly after, she leaves your side to go watch the end of the beer pong tournament. you're a bit curious yourself- yuuji and toge were starting to get very rowdy, probably due to all the beer they'd consumed in the last twenty minutes alone- but the idea of hanging out in the noisy crowd makes you feel a little overwhelmed.

so instead you're wandering into the other room, out of sight, and just far enough that the chants and hollers are a bit muffled. enough so that you can start to clear your head.

reflect on what's holding you back, maki's words ring in your ears. yeah right, easier said than done. you knew exactly what was holding you back- your pride. if you confessed to yuuta and he didn't feel the same, you don't know what you'd do. he was a good friend, and even if he had pulled away from you a bit, you couldn't stand to not have him in your life.

plenty of people harbored crushes and never confessed, right?

you hit your head to the wall behind you as you huffed. as much as you wanted to bury these feelings deep, deep down, you weren't sure you could manage such a thing. you think they might swallow you whole.

"trying to come up with a resolution last minute?"

you startle at the voice, your eyes shooting open and your head swiveling in the direction of yuuta, who's smiling sheepishly as he apologizes for sneaking up on you.

"it's alright, i just didn't hear you," you laugh nervously, breathlessly. "and no, i don't think i'll have one this year. again"

yuuta walks further in the room, leaning his shoulder into the wall as he faces you. he's close- enough so you can smell his musky cologne and you almost take a step back.

but maki's voice is in your head now, and instead you mirror him.

"that's alright. new year's resolutions are overrated anyways, right?" he asks, and you give him a warm smile.

"my thoughts exactly, okkotsu," you say, raising your cup for him to tap his into. you take a small sip from your drink before tilting your head at him. "i take it you didn't come up with anything either, then?"

"oh," he smiles, and you can tell it's awkward and shy, and it has your eyes falling to his lips because it was so cute to catch him in a bashful state.

when you met, he used to be like this all the time. easy to fluster, easy to mess with. you used to love pushing his buttons until he was stammering and blushing. but over the last few years he'd gained a confidence that more often had you reduced to warm cheeks and nervous butterflies.

it was adorable nostalgic to see that familiar expression on him now.

"no, i- i have a resolution" he says, raising a hand to the back of his neck. the nervous habit makes you smile a little wider.

"yeah?" you ask. "whatcha got?"

he's opening his mouth to answer, but then he's shutting it again and averting his eyes, catching sight of his watch. two and a half minutes until midnight.

he didn't want to chicken out, he really, really didn't want to. but now that he's standing in front of you, and you look so pretty in your new year's outfit, with a glittery pink gloss on your lips and an even more glittery eyeshadow, he's starting to panic. he doesn't know if he has it in him to seal the deal- as yuuji had affectionately coined it- and he's worried that he's going to miss this perfect opportunity because he let his nerves get the best of him.

"wait wait, let me guess," you giggle when yuuta flusters too much to properly answer you. "you're gonna be better with using your words?"

he laughs, some of the tension in his chest easing at your friendly teasing, and it makes you laugh, too. until you're both standing there giggling, just the two of you, away from everyone else, away from the whole party.

"yeah, i guess something like that" he mumbles.

and he's rubbing the back of his neck again, because your eyes gleam as they look up into his, and the butterflies in his stomach are brutally unleashed.

the moment breaks as there's loud screams and woops from the next room over, and the both of you flinch just a little as you're brought back down to earth.

"sounds like there's a minute left," you hum as you hear your friends scrambling to find the remote to turn on the tv. you share a smile with yuuta. "should we go back in there for the countdown?"

as you lean off the wall, yuuta's eyes widen and anxiety bubbles up inside of him. he almost- almost agrees, because he's a bit of a people pleaser, and that nervous voice in the back of his head is telling him that this is an easy out, if he wants it.

but before you can move, he squashes that voice.

"actually," he speaks, his hand reaching out and touching your wrist gently, effectively halting you. "i... i was hoping we could stay here,"

you look up t him curiously, and he's not sure if you're happy about this idea, but you don't seem to reject it right away, either.

"for- for the countdown," he continues to babble out words when you don't immediately say anything to stop him. "like, just us, if you want. you- you can go, if you want, of course, to watch it with everyone-"

"no, i'll stay,"

your voice is soft as you finally relieve him of his nervous misery, and yuuta's shoulders relax with relief. you smile as you notice this, before turning your attention back up to his face.

"how much time is left?" you ask, eyes flickering to the watch on his wrist.

yuuta raises his arm quickly to read the time. his heart starts pounding so hard in his ears, all noise in the next room over is drowned out completely.

"thirty seconds" he breathes out.

your brows pinch together as you regard him with concern. you don't know what has him so anxious, but you hope that the excitement of the new year kicks for him soon.

"worried about the new year?" you ask softly.

"no- no, nothing like that," he laughs breathlessly, and he can see some of your worry melt away. "just...you know..."

he trails off, but you don't know, and he can see it on your face, you have no clue what he's talking about, what he's antsy about. it's almost cute, your obliviousness to what he considered to be obvious signs of getting you alone for the countdown to midnight.

"what?" you hum, raising a brow at him.

yuuta doesn't say anything, but he takes your cup out of your hand, placing both his and yours on a shelf a few feet away before coming back to you. you're looking at him curiously, but you're smiling with amusement, which helps his nervous.

"ten!"

your eyes light up with delight as your friends in the other room begin screeching through the countdown.

"nine!"

yuuta's palms are sweaty, and it's getting harder to hold eye contact with you.

"eight!"

you can't help but hear maki's advice ringing in your ears again as midnight draws nearer. a new year calls for new things, right?

"seven!"

"yuuta," you call his name softly.

"six!"

he hums back at you, and your face blossoms with a warm, noticeable blush as you ask.

"five!"

your eyes are round and your pupils are dilated as they stare into his. yuuta thinks he could get lost in them, and lost in time if your friends weren't so loudly counting the very seconds.

"four!"

"would you want to kiss me when it hits midnight?" your words are rushed, slurred as you hope to get them out before it's even a second too late.

"three!"

his lips split into a wide grin at your maybe perfect, maybe terrible timing. he doesn't need to give you audible confirmation, his smile is enough.

"two!"

yuuta's hands find purchase on your hips, standing closer to you, his face inches away from yours. your eyes flutter shut as you tilt your chin back, leaning your lips in closer to his.

"one!"

just as you reach your hands up to nervously rest them against his chest, he's filling the rest of the space between you and slotting his lips over yours.

the cheers and declarations of 'happy new year!' drown out and fade away along with the rest of the world around you. all you hear is your heartbeat drumming in your chest. all you taste is the sweet vanilla flavored liqueur on his lips. all you smell is that damn cologne. for the length of your kiss, all you know is yuuta.

and you could recklessly fall backwards into oblivion if he'd follow you, just to have your kiss last a little longer. ___

xoxo ~ jordie

[loopspoop]

Chapter 4 here we are! Fujiko is back and everyone’s trying (and failing) to cope! Lots of hurt and comfort in this one but they’re working hard to handle things!

TW: panic attack

Fujiko opened the door, frowning as she looked around. There was a blanket on the ground and the coffee table was moved across the room. Where the hell were the boys? Had they gone upstairs to use an actual bed? Hopefully so..Lupin wouldn’t recover well on just a couch. She walked inside, shutting and locking the door behind her as she looked around.

“Hello? Jigen? Goemon?” She called, walking to the stairs as she began to go up.

Zenigata peered over the railing, smiling as he relaxed a bit. “Fujiko, we’re up here.” He had worried it was an intruder.

“Zenigata-?” Fujiko hesitated. “When did you get here-?” She thought he wouldn’t be able to find them…

“Oh, uh…I’ve been here the whole time actually…you have the medication for Lupin, right?” Zenigata rubbed his nape sheepishly, glancing away.

Fujiko nodded a bit, climbing the stairs the rest of the way. The whole time? So, he was already here and they just didn’t know? That was a little creepy. Where had he been hiding at? And where were Jigen and Goemon? Had he arrested them? She wouldn’t be happy if he had arrested them.

“Where is everyone?” Fujiko looked past Zenigata, frowning.

“Ah..we had some trouble while you were gone. Jigen and Goemon are keeping an eye on him in the bedroom but we really do need to give him some medication.” Zenigata frowned, leading her to the bedroom.

“Trouble? What kind of trouble?” Fujiko frowned, looking into the bedroom quietly.

Lupin laid in the bed, still unconscious. Jigen sat on the ground beside the bed, smoking silently as he tapped his foot. That was an obvious sign he was anxious. She had picked that up early on, whenever he was on edge he fell into the tapping habit. Goemon sat at the foot of the bed, watching Lupin closely as he held onto Zantetsuken. She could see him rubbing the handle with his thumb, another anxious habit she had learned about from her years with them. Whatever had happened must’ve been bad…but Lupin was still breathing, that much she could see.

“Took you long enough.” Jigen mumbled, glancing at her from under his hat.

Fujiko frowned a bit, walking in as she unpacked the bottles. “You try seducing a pharmacist.” She grumbled angrily.

Jigen scoffed. “Took you less time to seduce Lupin every time you show up wanting a cut of our loot. You decided to take your sweet time while he’s here dying on us!”

“Nobody is dying.” Goemon looked at Jigen sternly, holding Zantetsuken tighter. He wouldn’t let Lupin die.

“Guys-“ Zenigata frowned, looking between them all anxiously. This wasn’t the time to fight.

“Oh, easy for you to say, Goemon. You took two weeks to get your ass to the lab to get him out!” Jigen glared at him, standing. “You took two weeks and Fujiko took two hours! And Lupin’s laying here suffering because of it!”

Fujiko narrowed her eyes. “You have no right, Jigen! I didn’t see you get out of that cell before Goemon showed up and I sure as hell didn’t see you busting your ass to get medication for Lupin!”

“Yeah because flaunting your tits is busting your ass!” Jigen rolled his eyes, glaring at them. “It’s like you two don’t even care what happens to him!”

“That is not true!” Goemon’s stood, glaring at Jigen as his hands shook. “Don’t talk to Fujiko that way!”

“This isn’t fair, Jigen! You aren’t blameless here!” Fujiko huffed, poking her finger into his chest angrily.

“Guys, hey-“ Zenigata frowned, trying to get in between them to stop the fighting.

“I am!” He wasn’t…god he wasn’t blameless but blaming them felt better than blaming himself. “It should’ve been one of you!” He growled angrily. “One of you should be in this bed! Not Lupin!”

“Jigen! Enough!” Zenigata got between all of them, glaring. “That’s enough.”

Goemon narrowed his eyes, turning as he stormed out. He couldn’t handle Jigen right now. He couldn’t handle thinking that everything he had said was true. He could’ve done more. He could’ve gotten there sooner or given Lupin better medical care. Instead, he waited two weeks and put Lupin through hell. It should be him in that bed. Lupin did not deserve this.

Fujiko glared, pushing the medications into Jigen’s arms roughly. “You fucking take care of it then, Jigen.” She growled. “And don’t come crawling to any of us when you manage to fuck it up.”

She turned, walking out and downstairs. She didn’t need Jigen to remind her of what had happened. She didn’t need him to remind her of any of the horrors Lupin must’ve faced in that lab and that it was her fault too for getting caught so easily. But Jigen wasn’t blameless either. It pissed her off that he thought he could get out of this blame free. If he thought he was so great then he could handle Lupin by himself!

Zenigata turned to Jigen, frowning. “What the hell was that?” He crossed his arms.

Jigen turned away from him, looking through the bottles quietly. “Forget about it, Pops.”

“No, I will not forget about it!” Zenigata grabbed his arm, turning him around so they faced each other. “I’ve never heard you talk to them like that. What the hell is the matter with you?”

“Leave it alone.” Jigen growled, looking away. He didn’t need this..

“No. I get this is stressful but you don’t get to blame everyone but yourself-“

“I do blame myself, damnit!” Jigen snapped, looking up at Zenigata angrily. “I blame myself for this shit! I sat in that cell for two fucking weeks and didn’t help him!”

Zenigata hesitated, letting Jigen go. He knew that, since Jigen had finally snapped, he had better just listen. He knew the man was usually pretty closed off. No doubt this had been building for a while..

“I got myself caught and Lupin was right down the hall for two damn weeks getting dissected and tortured! And I didn’t help him!” Jigen shouted, slamming the bottles down on the bedside table angrily.

“I couldn’t get out of that damn cell! And when we finally did I couldn’t kill the bastard! Goemon did! And Fujiko got the car and the medication! And Goemon- Goemon treated him!” Jigen clenched his fists, his voice cracking as he looked down at Lupin.

“And when he had his seizure..that was you, Pops. I’ve done nothing for him…what type of partner am I if I can’t do anything for him…?” Jigen pulled his hat down further, trying to hide the emotions that were getting the better of him. “..It should be me in that bed…not Lupin..”

Zenigata frowned, hesitating before he put a hand on Jigen’s shoulder. “You got him out of there. It might not have been all by yourself but you got him out of there. And you’ve been taking care of him the best you could. And I would say…I would say that Lupin would be pretty damn grateful if he was awake right now.”

Jigen bit his lip hard, tears beginning to trail down his face as he sunk onto his knees beside the bed. He had been so worked up…and he said pretty shitty stuff to Goemon and Fujiko when they were hurting too. He had really fucked up. What would Lupin think of him if he had been awake for that? Zenigata sat on the ground beside him, wrapping an arm around him quietly. He had dealt with a fair amount of this with his time on the force. Jigen just needed some time..

“…I love him.” Jigen mumbled softly, shaking his head. “I love all of them..and I fucked up…I fucked everything up.”

Zenigata hesitated, frowning as he thought quietly. “I don’t think you did.”

Jigen glanced at him before glancing down. “I’m sure accusing them of failing Lupin doesn’t win me any points..”

“Maybe not. But they’re in the same boat you are right now. They’re worried about him. And I’m sure if you went and apologized and let them have a moment to feel how stressed they are…it might work out.” Zenigata squeezed him, smiling a little.

Jigen thought quietly for a moment, laughing a little. “When did you get good at being sappy, old man?”

“Hey, I was married once!” Zenigata rolled his eyes, shoving him gently. “Communicating is important..even when things get hard. Now go sort things out. I’ll give Lupin his medication.”

Jigen wiped at his eyes, nodding as he stood. “Thanks.” He looked out at Zenigata from under his hat, smiling a little.

Zenigata nodded, standing as he smiled back and began to look the medication bottles over. He knew the gang weren’t all bad..they just made some bad choices sometimes. They were still human..it was part of what charmed him so much about them. Jigen walked downstairs, biting the inside of his cheek as he looked around. Fujiko was laying on the couch, watching the TV silently. Jigen took a breath, walking down stairs the rest of the way. He would have to settle things, even if they were so mad they wouldn’t talk to him.

“..Fujiko.” Jigen walked into her line of sight. “I’m sorry for what I said.”

“Are you actually sorry or did Zenigata just tear you a new one and make you come apologize?” Fujiko glared at him, sitting up. “You were such an asshole, I’m surprised he didn’t tell you to leave.”

“He probably should’ve.” He sighed, sitting beside her. “I’m actually sorry. I know we don’t always see eye to eye and I can be a bastard-“

“Can be? You are.” Fujiko huffed, glancing at him angrily.

“Fair.” Jigen laughed a little. “All of this just…put me over the edge and I took it out of you and Goe and I shouldn’t have. And I’m sorry. You didn’t take too long. Without you we would’ve been screwed. I’m sorry I said all of that to you.”

Fujiko bit her lip, glancing at him quietly for a moment. “…what happened while I was gone, Jigen?”

Jigen sighed, rubbing his face quietly as he looked over at the blanket on the ground. He could still see Lupin there, shaking, not breathing. The sound he had made when he stopped breathing..it was something he would never forget. He hadn’t been the only one to see it or the only one to deal with the fallout..Fujiko didn’t even know the worst of it.

“Jigen.” Fujiko took his hand, frowning. “Tell me what happened.”

“He had a seizure. Right here, he just..stopped breathing and..” Jigen sighed, playing with Fujiko’s fingers gently. “His fever from the infections got too high…and I thought…I thought he was dying..Pop’s was the only one who knew what to do about it..”

Fujiko eyes widened as she held onto Jigen a bit tighter. All that had happened while she was gone…? No wonder he had snapped at her for taking too long..she probably would’ve done the same thing after seeing something like that. She wouldn’t tolerate his behavior…but she could forgive it. He was sorry, that much was very clear. Obviously the events with Lupin had taken their toll on Jigen…and most likely Goemon too. It was all she could do to keep from imagining Lupin in pain like that. It made her feel sick…poor Lupin.

“I forgive you. But next time just..talk to someone? Don’t accuse us of not caring. We all care about Lupin.” Fujiko looked at him sternly.

Jigen nodded. “That’s fair. I’ll work on it.” He wouldn’t take it out on them again.

Fujiko smiled softly. “Good. Now I’m going to shower the two weeks of cell dirt out of my hair. Go make up with Goemon.” She pulled his beard lightly before she stood.

Jigen rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah..” hopefully it would go well with Goemon..

“And, Jigen?” Fujiko walked to the stairs, smiling softly.

“Hm?” Jigen turned toward her, raising an eyebrow.

“Lupin is oblivious at the best of times.” Fujiko winked, waving as she walked upstairs. “Just remember that.”

Jigen hesitated, blushing. What the hell-? Was he that obvious? Damnit…he would deal with that after he talked to Goemon. At least she wasn’t being a bitch about it... He shook his head, looking around as he rubbed his nape. Jigen checked the rest of the downstairs over, frowning when he found no trace of the samurai. He walked to the back door when he heard the sound of Zantetsuken cutting through something, opening it as he peered outside curiously.

Goemon held Zantetsuken tightly, striking at nearby trees angrily. How dare Jigen accuse him of not caring for Lupin?! He cared for him! Of course he cared for him! He paced angrily, hands shaking enough to make his slices crooked. His chest felt heavy. He had failed Lupin more than once but..this was continuous failure. Lupin could have died because he had taken too long…he had not treated him well enough. Goemon bit his lip, stabbing Zantetsuken into a tree as he leaned against it. He felt like he was drowning, his hands shaking as he panted. Maybe this was deserved…

“Goemon.” Jigen walked over, frowning as he watched. He was definitely worked up..

Goemon glanced at Jigen, body trembling as he gripped Zantetsuken’s handle tightly. Lupin could’ve died..and Jigen was right to tell him it was his fault because it was. Of course it was. Jigen and Fujiko couldn’t get out of that cell. It was all his fault for taking so long. He sank to the ground, vision blurring as he clenched his fists. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t do anything right!

“Shit-” Jigen frowned, carefully stepping closer. “Goemon.” He crouched beside him.

Goemon curled in on himself, gasping as he teared up. He cared for Lupin…he would’ve given his life to take Lupin’s place! Jigen was right..he had failed and continued to fail. Whatever this was, it was karma for letting this happen to Lupin..

“Goemon. Goe, breathe.” Jigen grabbed his hand carefully.

Goemon flinched away, his hands shaking harder as he looked at Jigen. His chest ached and it was hard to breathe. Tears streamed down his face, his hands gripping his hair roughly. Maybe he would die and fail again by making more work for everyone. It certainly felt like he was dying. Jigen frowned, carefully wrapping his arms around Goemon as he held him tightly. He could feel how tense he was..how much he was trying to breathe properly. He never meant to make the poor guy have a panic attack over Lupin’s condition..Goemon closed his eyes tightly, hyperventilating as he tried to breathe properly. Tears continued to stream down his face as he tried to relax into Jigen. It was his fault this had happened…he should’ve been better.. what Lupin must’ve thought of him had he been awake…he felt nothing but shame over his actions..

“Just breathe, Goe. Breathe with me. In and out. It’ll pass.” Jigen pressed a hand to Goemon’s chest gently, breathing with him.

Goemon bit his lip, shakily breathing with Jigen. He gripped Jigen’s arm anxiousky, the shaking his his hands dying down a bit after a minute. His chest still ached..but breathing came a bit easier as he focused on the pressure Jigen applied to his body and the sound of him breathing. Even thought he detested his and Lupin’s smoking habit, the cigarette smell was calming and familiar and helped ground him. This was so embarrassing..he was a samurai..he was supposed to be strong. This was not strong. He was being childish in front of Jigen of all people..

“That’s it.” Jigen nodded, squeezing him carefully. “Just take it easy. Everything’s okay.” He felt awful for causing this to happen…

“Jigen..” Goemon mumbled, resting his head back against his shoulder as he looked down. This was embarrassing..Nobody should’ve seen him like this…

“I’m right here, don’t worry. It’s just a panic attack, it’ll pass.” Jigen frowned, gently taking Goemon’s hand. “I shouldn’t have blamed you for anything, Goe. I took my stress out on you and Fujiko and I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry. You did everything you could’ve and I know Lupin would’ve appreciated the hell out of you if he was awake.”

Goemon closed his eyes tightly, more tears streaming down his face as he held onto his hand tightly. “I-I would’ve given my life for Lupin..I failed him…”

Jigen shook his head, holding his hand gently. “Lupin wouldn’t want that, Goe. You know he wouldn’t want that. You didn’t fail anybody. You did so much..do you think I would’ve thought of that thing with the sugar? Hell no. You took great care of him and you killed that bastard that did this to him. When he wakes up he’s going to be so grateful..I’m grateful for you too, Goe. We all are.”

Goemon hesitated before squeezing Jigen’s hand. “..I care for all of you…very much..” he mumbled softly.

Jigen blushed a bit, nodding softly. “We care for you too, Goe…” he glanced away, biting his lip. “Me especially..”

Goemon blushed a bit, glancing at him as he nodded little. “..thank you..for assisting me..”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ve had my fair share of panic attacks.” Jigen shrugged a bit. “You’ll probably feel like shit for a while, just a heads up. We can go inside and rest for a bit, that’ll help.”

Goemon bit the inside of his cheek. “What about Lupin?” He glanced back at him anxiously.

“Pop’s watching him. He’s gotten his medication too, so he’ll be alright.” Jigen nodded, helping him stand as he held onto his hand. “Since we’re all here we can rest and take shifts watching Lupin, okay?”

Goemon nodded a bit, pulling Zantetsuken out of the tree as he held onto Jigen’s hand. “..okay.”

Jigen nodded, walking back to the house with Goemon. He knew he was tired, he could see it in how he walked. He knew that was from all the stress and the panic attack. They’d just have to get a little TLC while Lupin recovered..once he woke up it would be a lot easier.. he squeezed Goemon’s hand, the samurai squeezing back as they made their way inside.

“We’ll get some water and then once Fujiko finishes taking her shower you can have one. That’ll help. For now we can just sit on the couch, okay?” Jigen helped him inside, sitting Goemon on the couch while he got him some water.

Goemon nodded, looking down at the floor quietly. They was definitely embarrassing..and he didn’t need to be babied by Jigen for having an outburst…though, it felt nice to be taken care of.. It was reassuring to know that Jigen had been in this situation as well..it made it feel less embarrassing. He just didn’t want to make anyone worry for two people when they had Lupin to worry about.. Jigen walked back in, handing him the water as he sat beside him. Goemon drank some, putting the water down nearby as he laid back against the couch. His eyes ached..his head ached..his body was tired..he hadn’t had a panic attack before..they were definitely something he would have to train against.

“Come here.” Jigen frowned, pulling Goemon up against his chest as he laid back.

“Hm?” Goemon opened an eye, looking up at him as he blushed a bit.

“I’m figuring you’re sore. Just take it easy.” Jigen gently ran his hands through Goemon’s hair, massaging his scalp carefully to help him relax.

Goemon blushed more, hesitating slightly before relaxing against Jigen slowly. It…felt nice. It was hard to let himself relax knowing Lupin wasn’t well off..but if Lupin had more people to watch over him…maybe it was okay? Jigen told him it was…he would trust him..he wanted nothing more than for things to be alright again..

Fujiko watched from the stairs, smiling softly as she dried her hair with a towel. She was glad they had sorted that out. They were cute together when they weren’t at each other’s throats..now they just needed Lupin to wake up and things would start to be okay again. She would go over the notebooks Goemon had brought back and they could figure out what to do for Lupin. They would put him back together and find ways to cope with this…she would make Jigen confess to him too. She wanted things to go back to some type of normal again.

[slime-sandwhich-nom]

Back in this fandom for the fourth time, will be giving headcanons.

> The snatcher wasn't always evil, he was once a very sweet guy. And i don't mean the prince, even as a ghost, he was once a very sweet guy! It's after eating souls and actually participating in the "monster" role that he found out he had a particular liking to bring suffering to others.

> Deep down, he still loves vanessa. The sweet, caring and beautiful Vanessa that somehow got replaced by that possessive monster roams around the manor now. He just can't look at the current one and say "yeah, that's my girlfriend" no, it's not. It's vanessa. Not his princess. That's the queen.

He's hurt by her, very hurt. But he wants to be his prince again, well, he wants to be his princess's prince again.

> the snatcher is chaotic neutral. He's that type of guy who never actually goes a certain direction, he only does whatever HE wants and whatever will grant him the advantage. He's here for the DRAMA. but he doesn't wanna be involved in it. He wants to watch it.

He can be both good and bad, as long as he gets entertainment in return.

> the snatcher is aware that he's in a game, hat kid isn't. Whenever he talks about "icons" or regular stuff that appears in games (example: "all of the minions who are awaiting mail, will have an icon above them, once you're done, come back here, and "clock out", get it?") hat kid is always left confused, but always knows what to do for some reason.

the snatcher also knows about memes. He knows about Twitter and everything, and will joke about it, despite hat kid not getting it.

> The snatcher always joins whatever hat kid is doing, why? It's fun. He always goes around as another hat kid because it's easier to move, since he's not a big noodle.

> Since he was a kid, the snatcher was always a bit mischievous, a little silly, if you will.

> Vanessa wasn't always an obsessive and possessive person, which made her turn into the monster she was now, it somehow..was her mother passing that struck a nerve. She was a good person once.

> snatcher dosen't really hate his minions. He acts like a goofy villain who has these little guys helping him and always tells them his secrets and plans, and they enjoy it!

> Snatcher eats the souls, the minions take the goods and throw the bodies in the swamp.

> Snatcher is literally those sassy Disney villains

> both Vanessa and the prince had powers. Ice and fire. Both had to keep their cool to keep it under control, which wasn't too hard, but even a snap could lead to at least one room frozen. Or worse.

Vanessa usually had her feet frozen and ice spreading slowly the more she got angry, but the prince? (aside from hardly ever showing anger, he was the literal definition of joy.) He would get on fire like hades does in the Disney movie.

It never hurt the two royalties, the ice never gave Vanessa any sides effects or the fire ever hurt the prince, but if it got out of hand, it could corrupt them.

> Somehow only royalty (by blood) could reach power such as magic (ice, fire and all), so they had several lessons to keep it under control. It's a little special thing that only these specific people had, no one else did.

> The prince had the habit, and still does, to brush aggressively his hair with his hands until he would accidentally rip his own hair whenever he was stressed or upset. Bad habit.

> Vanessa instead always touched her hands a lot and fidgeted, or paced whenever she was alone.

> the snatcher always had that booming laugh of his.

> The snatcher can sing. (Reference to his VA)

> the snatcher is Italian, Vanessa is German. Subcon is somewhere in Europe, specifically in Germany (the prince comes from a kingdom in Italy, but he started living in Germany with Vanessa in subcon)

The conductor is Scottish.

Mustache girl is British (meaning the land mafia town, is in England, but the mafia is not British.yet. I gotta decide.)

[Need to figure out the others]

P.S. technically speaking, all the characters are from different places, so they don't really speak the same language or English (aka: the prince and Vanessa technically would speak German (and Italian, for the prince)) aside from who is from England, Canada, the united states ect. But for the sake of everyone (to understand what they are saying) the game is in English and everything will be said in English.

plus everyone at least KNOWS some English, to communicate with everyone around the world, so everyone (when they figured out that hat kid didn't understood them) kinda spoke English to hat kid. Helped a little because everyone spoke the same thing, but as an alien she had to force herself to understand.

> the snatcher has always greeted people with a "why hello there!", Rather loud too, but in a cheerful manner, rather than the current one.

> the snatcher didn't have a big scary change or transformation, he just can shapeshift, and thought the form he uses in the game is scary (it's not. It's rather cute in my opinion.)

> The prince has the little habit of always standing and stare at Vanessa from behind whenever she would brush her teeth or hair before bed, and always gave her a little scare by just letting her realize that there's someone behind her by looking at the mirror. He enjoyed doing this a lot and always gave a few small chuckles without waking up the entire subcon with his loud laughter.

And as much of a scare Vanessa would get, she would laugh along.

> since the prince didn't spoke German, and only communicated in English, he was a silent character for quite a while. Once he actually started speaking some German thanks to Vanessa, he started speaking more. He was always the talkative type, he just couldn't be understood.

> the snatcher has a bush cat as a pet. Y'know, those little cats with a bush as their bodies? Yeah that.

He treats it like this

But he loves the little feline.

[soniczelda16]

I would like to share some headcanons about my AU because it won't leave my mind! 😂

Okay, so, for the main story premise, this all takes place post-The End. The headcanons I will be sharing are after the gang reconciles with Tord after he goes through a crazy redemption arc.

My OC Terri, who is part of this AU, will also be included in these headcanons because she is my feral gremlin and I love her!

Anyway, here we go!

Eddsworld: Back At It Again Headcanons

Edd-

-Edd's an indie animator responsible for creating a popular web cartoon based on the gang's adventures. In other words, it's this universe's version of Eddsworld.

-Edd is slightly chubby for a guy who looks skinny with his hoodie on. His clothes are pretty good at making it hard to tell if he is.

-Edd's the type of guy who will watch animation meme compilations until 3AM. Usually, to inspire his own animations or just for fun.

-Edd is the middle child of their small friend group. Yet, sometimes, he feels like the reluctant older brother because of how much chaos he's been subject to.

-Edd will livestream about his show or do art for fun very often. Sometimes his roommates join in or can be heard in the background.

-He has his own personal cola fridge in his room! If he runs out of room in the regular fridge, he will use it for extra cola and have it near him at all times.

Tom-

-Tom has been trying his best to improve his drinking habits since the gang got back together for real. He still sometimes stumbles home drunk though. At least his friends know how to take care of him when that happens.

-Tom and Terri have their own recording studio in the basement of the house. Tom uses it to livestream music and sometimes even helps Edd with the show using the equipment down there.

-Tom still has his monster form. It only comes out when he's super angry though. He's been trying to teach himself how to use it at will.

-Tom keeps harpoons in his room. His old harpoon cannon doesn't work anymore, but he doesn't wish to part with the ammo.

-Tom will never be able to describe the deal with his eyes fully. When the topic comes up, there's either an interruption or something that makes it hard to hear what he's saying.

-Tom may be the occasional voice of reason, but he's dumb in his own way. Sometimes even he won't know what's going on.

Tord-

-Much of his redemption arc included therapy with Terri's mom. He was so happy to get it though. He even got to know Terri properly through it.

-He loves anime, but will simp over hot anime girls in a way he shouldn't. He's been trying to improve, but old habits die hard. Terri and Edd are always the ones to remind him he should snap out of it.

-Tord loves to create updates for his robot arm. He hopes to implement a laser blaster into it someday.

-Leading an entire army left to him by his parents is tough. Whenever he has to attend meetings, he's always bored. So bored that he'll find ways to sneak in a distraction. One time he brought in a Rubix cube that was solved by the end of the meeting.

-Tord's identity as Red Leader is unknown to the public. It's done to protect his family and friends. Edd, Tom, and Matt sometimes act as his bodyguards and have cool code names that keep up with their color scheme. Edd is the Green Crusader, Tom is the Blue Commander and Matt is the Violet Vampire.

-Tord does his own art in his own time. He draws a lot of action poses and animals. Edd will sometimes share it on his streams too.

Matt-

-Matt has a daily skincare routine that he loves sharing with people. He'll even convince his friends to have self-care days with him.

-He has a personal fridge in his room filled with donated blood to satisfy his vampire urges. His least favorite blood type is B- though.

-When he first met Terri, Matt was ecstatic to have a ginger buddy! They bond a lot over their red hair and freckles. As the tallest of the group, Matt likes to tease Terri about her short height. She finds it irritating, but it's all in good fun.

-Matt is a known drama queen. Sometimes he'll complain like a diva. Sometimes he'll be screaming mercy for his precious face.

-Has more fashion sense than his peers. Matt will often try to convince his roommates to find more sense in style, but it's really hard to do so. Especially when you have Terri's tomboy fashion sense.

-If he doesn't get enough blood during his monthly vampire frenzy, Matt will go into a blood rage. Terri, the group's vampire expert, guides the rest of the boys on how to handle him until they can get some blood in his system.

Terri-

-Terri is the little sister of the group and wears that title proudly. She knows just how to push the boys' buttons. Her already being a harbinger of chaos proves she knows how to do the job.

-Terri is a part-time cadet for the Red Army. She will go on missions if necessary, but she still has a lot of military training to get near Tord's level.

-Terri's love for 80's rock knows no bounds. Her favorite artists include Van Halen, Bon Jovi, Queen, Metallica, and many others. But nothing gets her going like Journey. Her favorite track from them is Separate Ways, a comfort song that helped her through some tough times.

-Terri wishes to be a rock star when she's out of college. As part of that journey, she collaborates with Tom on covers and original songs. Music has been their way of bonding since they met.

-Terri loves vampires from both classic and modern literature. She's read Dracula too many times to count. As for modern vampires, she likes this one vampire anime that Tord likes to tease her about. She teases him back with his own animes.

-Terri has an electric guitar she inherited from her dad as a birthday present. She's always playing it whenever she has time. She even knows how to do the guitar riff from Van Halen's Eruption.

Heights-

Matt- 6'4

Tord- 6'2

Edd- 5'11

Tom- 5'10

Terri- 5'5

[los-ninos-tortugas]

Wait hang on I’m having soft feelings about Janeway bringing Donnie to the holodeck and showing him the Da Vinci simulation.

Idk how exactly they get there, maybe it’s becoming a bit more obvious that Donnie is getting restless, maybe he’s been spotted messing around in engineering or the jeffries tubes more than he’s strictly allowed to be, maybe he’s just been a bit more irritable with people around the ship, or maybe it’s because Janeway heard him in the mess hall complaining that a lot of the “kids” programs they have queued up on the holodeck currently steer a lot younger than he is.

(hey, he’ll gladly go with Naomi if she asks him to, but sometimes he wants something to do in there but whenever he looks at the program catalog he gets overwhelmed by the sheer number of options and can’t pick anything)

And Janeway can’t help but recall an encounter with a young, future helmsman (that either he doesn’t remember or just doesn’t want to admit he does) that helped keep a lid on the potential chaos that a very bored young man can get up to. And it’s no secret that Donatello’s interests skewed toward more cerebral subjects. She has the perfect program to show him.

Sam is a little surprised when the captain arrives at their quarters, but not so much. It’s sometime in the midafternoon by the ship’s internal clocks, and Voyager hasn’t had much need for extra repairs or maintenance lately, so there’s a bit of lull in crew activity right about now. There’s less that the captain needs to actively keep a watch over so long as Tom doesn’t fly them into some other anomaly this week.

And when Naomi was younger it wasn’t so uncommon that the captain would stop by to play with her or just check in on how Sam was doing. She cared about her crew like that. But she didn’t come quite as often as late, but Sam has a suspicion that her new ward is probably the reason for this impromptu visit.

“Is Donatello here with you right now?” Ah, she knew it.

“He’s back in his and Naomi’s room,” she said as she stepped aside to let the captain in.

“Do you mind if I borrow him for a little while?” Janeway asked.

“Not at all,” Sam replied. “Just let me tell him you’re coming in, I think he might be taking apart and rebuilding another data pad in there.” And Sam walked into the back of the quarters to retrieve Donnie.

At least he puts the data pads back together, Kathryn thought. Still wish I’d thought of this sooner, though.

Sam came back out a moment later, and with a mouthed “ok,” waved Kathryn into the kids’ room.

Donatello sat in the desk chair, he rapped his knuckles agains his knees. He made a slightly humorous image, sat in a chair that was just slightly too small to accommodate his height and gangly teenage limbs. It was originally just Naomi’s desk and chair after all, but now the two had to share.

Naomi herself was currently nowhere to be seen, but that probably meant she was either with Neelix or Seven of Nine.

“Hi, captain,” Donatello said meekly. It pains Kathryn that he’s still so nervous around her, but hopefully today she can fix that.

“Good afternoon, Donatello,” she greeted warmly. “Are you doing alright today?”

“I’m, uhhh….” He glanced furtively at the remains of the data pad on the desk, she wasn’t quite sure if he was in the taking apart or putting back together stage. “I’m doing okay today,” he started to tug at his sleeves. He pulled them over his hands and rolled them back again.

“Well I’m glad to hear that, because if you don’t mind coming with me, there’s something I’d like to show you.” She let fondness deep into her tone, she didn’t want to give him the wrong idea and think he was in trouble.

“Ooookay?” He raised one drawn-on-eyebrow (okay she can’t help but think that is actually a bit funny, what a peculiar habit to have. But it does make him easier to read).

She offers him her hand and helps pull him upright out of the too short chair. They wave goodbye to Samantha on their way out, and Kathryn starts leading Donatello towards the holodeck.

They walk in (what Kathryn hopes is) companionable silence. All that is heard is the barely audible swoosh swoosh of Donatello's pants and the clicking of her boots down the hall.

Upon arrival to the holodeck, Donatello once again raises his brow in mild curiosity. "Captain, no offense, but I've been to the holodeck before."

She chuckles, "Yes, I am aware of that, Donatello," she says good-naturedly. "I am also aware that most boys your age have well outgrown The Adventures of Flotter at this point, yes?"

Donnie shrugs noncommitally. He had never grown up with those stories to begin with, but he's not about to argue semantics right now. "I suppose," he finally said. "Naomi likes them, and I like Naomi, so...."

She chuckles again, and leans against the wall casually like she isn't both the coolest and most intimidating person Donnie has ever met. And he knows April O'Neil, so that's saying something.

"I suppose that's fair, but still, it can't hurt to branch out," Captain Janeway's face took on a more sober expression, and Donnie started to fidget with his sleeves again. "There's a place I like to go to when I'm feeling particularly stressed, or stuck on a problem, or too bogged down in my own thoughts.

Now, I think what you're dealing with is a little bit different, but I still think that this might help, and I want you to feel free to come here whenever you need to. Computer, load holodeck program "Janeway 7."

The computer responded with a chime and the archway opened. Captain Janeway waved him inside.

Donnie isn't sure what he expected, but he doesn't think it was this. There's a pleasant warmth in the air as (artificial) sunlight filters in through open windows, illuminating a stone room that seems to be some sort of workshop of all things. That is, if all the tools, design sketches, and half built inventions laying about are any indication. But amongst the various engineering projects there's also a myriad of half completed sculptures, drawings, and paintings strewn all throughout the shop in a sort of organized chaos.

Donnie steps through the workspace carefully, looking over everything as he goes. In the back of his mind he remembers that none of it is real. It's all a holographic hard light projection, but it's a very detailed one. He can't help but be fascinated. He's so enthralled that he starts when a deep, boisterous voice suddenly shouts,

"Katerina!"

Donnie looks up to see a white-bearded man descending the stairs of the workshop, a big grin splashed across his face.

"Katerina, it has been too long! Too long since you last visited me," the old man said. He had a thick Italian accent. "You know, I almost considered finally going off to France for good this time. The King has been sending me letters non-stop, begging me to come to court." The old man had been so focused on Captain Janeway, that it took a moment for his eyes to actually alight on Donnie.

"Ah, I see you have brought another strange friend with you, is he another "Scandinavian" like your friend, Tuvok, or does this young man hail from some other foreign shore?" He asked, looking Donnie up and down with an appraising eye.

"Maestro," Captain Janeway starts, "This is Donatello, he... has recently come to be under my care, he is also a student of the sciences." Bit of an understatement but Donnie will take it. If the Captain takes this holodeck character to be some sort of mentor figure, then he must be pretty impressive himself.

"Ah, well then it is very good to meet you, Donatello," the old man says jovially.

"It's nice to meet you too, Maestro...?" Donnie trails off.

"Ah! Of course, I have forgotten my hospitality. You may call Leonardo da Vinci."

Next ->

[pb-dot]

Happy World-building Wednesday! Tell me about the place in your world where your characters go to be alone, to steal a moment of quiet and comfort.

Happy World-Building Wednesday to you too. Since The Clockwork Boy is set in an incredibly dense city, good places to be alone are few and far between, but our various characters have some favorite spots that they enjoy for such purposes.

Jake doesn't have his spot anymore, but back at his old workplace, there was a staircase leading up to the rafters, left as ceiling beams for mounting cranes and similar tools. On slow nights before going home, Jake would climb the stairs and sit on an empty beam to just quietly watch the emptying workshop. He only managed to get himself locked in once, and it arguably wasn't even his fault.

13 hasn't had a spot, although his room back in The Spire certainly let him be alone plenty. These days he's mostly about soaking in a social atmosphere whenever he can.

One is one of those broody rooftop-perching types. She likes taller, flatter roofs to minimize the chance of being spotted from the ground. If questioned about this, she will never admit to her habit of perching on such roofs whenever the chance presents itself.

Delilah enjoys decompressing halfway up the staircase between The Northwest's bottom level and the one above. Here she can take a break from the noise and chaos of the workshop floor while still being able to hear any disasters that should arise.

Mina has her office. While Mina is generally considered to be approachable, it is also widely understood that unless Ms. Mina explicitly invites you or nontrivial portions of the workshop have caught fire, one does not enter The Office.

[self-insert-hell]

Alastor x Ghost Headcanon’s!

Queer-Platonic

They started out as a slow burn friendship. Ghost was somewhat familiar with Alastor when he used to work back at Cannibal Town.

Working at the hotel helped to develop their friendship. At first, they both were casual toward each other, as they usually minded their own business and did their own thing.

Rosie would bring up Ghost when Alastor and Rosie visited each other. She would admonish him as her hard working assistant but was also surprised by his gentlemanliness. With Rosie’s luck, she was just happy to find a man with manners for once. That and that she didn’t have to worry about any potential romantic feelings.

Alastor was somewhat familiar with Ghost’s work at the museum as he visited with Rosie from time to time.

Besides basic work, Ghost’s input about the hotel would usually lead into a deeper discussion with Alastor. Once you get these two talking, they tend to bounce of each other idea’s and topics that they have brewing in their minds.

When Ghost worked for Rosie, they would listen to Alastor’s radio show whenever they could.

While they can be talkative, they oftentimes do their own thing while being in the same room.

Although, once comfortable enough, Ghost will blurt out whatever is on his mind. Usually, the conversation starts with a random question he had on his mind.

They have a lot of similar interests such as enjoying swing and jazz music, dancing, playing the piano, and doodling.

While in the earlier stages of getting to know each other, both of them had a mutual interest about each other’s personalities. They are both in tune when it comes to paying attention to people’s mannerisms and behavior. So, their interest in each other is like the fascination scientists get when watching a test subject during an experiment.

They both are close in their unique way. While Ghost is on the same level of admiration Alastor has for his other friends like Rosie and Mimzy, all three relationships are different and close in their own way.

They both just kind of clicked the minute their friendship started picking up. They mesh well together and it helps that they have some similar personality traits as well.

Ghost can get away with annoying him in a playful manner. Of course, Ghost knows his limitations.

These two can be dorks. Especially when it comes to dad jokes, puns, playful teasing and sometimes pranks. Ghost unintentionally brings out the more fun side of Al.

Along with that, they both have similar perspectives when it comes to certain things such as other people/demons, society, hell and life.

One of those perspectives involves their egos when it comes to people beneath them. While Ghost know his place as an average sinner, he does have more of an advantage than other sinners due to being demonically possessed in his life. So, the two of them get their ego fed by their power over others. Ghost is just less obvious about it unless something provokes or challenges him.

In addition, they can be mysterious in their own ways as well.

You see, Ghost loves a good mystery but when it comes to mysterious people, he can’t help the urge to figure them out. What is their motivation? What is their beliefs, morals, and thoughts? What do they like and dislike? And all sorts of other questions run through his head.

As for Alastor, Ghost was a bit of an oddball. Although from similar/close time eras, Ghost still stood out. His creativity, perspective about things, and his habits and behaviors interested him.

Both of them have a respect for each other as artists and their appreciation for their time eras. While Al isn’t a literal full-on artist, he is a singer, musician, and of course, a radio host. Ghosts just expresses himself differently, as he is a full time artist, singer, and pianist, but is often doing these things in his free and personal quiet time. Alastor isn’t shy of his talents, but Ghost is.

They also have an appreciation for good food but differ when it comes to cooking. Alastor enjoys cooking but Ghost enjoys baking and making desserts specifically, because he can get a little more decorative with them.

Ghost likes to watch Alastor cook while Al discusses his fond memories of cooking with his mother.

Since Al is taller, he definelty uses Ghost as an arm rest. In return, if he’s tired enough, Ghost will rest his head on his shoulder. Hugs are included but only when no one else is around (Rosie is the exception).

They like to go on strolls and check out older shops such as antiques stores.

Ghost definetly joins Rosie and Al for tea while they gossip.

Both of them collect vinyls to listen too.

Since Ghost uses unique materials for his art, Alastor will give him bones from his victims to use. Ghost uses a variety of things but bones are his favorite material to use.

Ghost will join in on the fun when Alastor gives Vox a hard time.

While they get along fine, they do get into small, petty arguments from time to time. That and it doesn’t help that they’re both stubborn people.

Speaking of stubborn, Ghost attempts to help Alastor if he’s injured or not feeling well. Granted, it’s rare, but Ghost is going to help him whether he likes it or not.

If Ghost is the one injured or unwell, he’ll probably not realize it until the pain fully kicks in. He’s prone to overworking himself and he’s not about to let some minor pain affect him…that is until the pain isn’t minor anymore.

While Alastor’s sinister nature is made clear, Ghost hides his. Only Alastor knows the more messed up side of Ghost and will engage in some murderous fun from time to time.

Ghost likes to give little gifts here and there to Alastor, such as things that remind him of Al.

That’s all I have for the moment, but I’m sure more ideas will be added to this later. When I add more, I’ll reblog it to indicate it’s been updated. Hope you enjoyed this!

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There had been a night when Isaiah and his daughter's mother hadn't been getting along (they hadn't been for a long time now but had yet to part ways), and he'd found himself alone with the babysitter after his daughter had been put to bed; one thing lead to another that night. Now it had become a bad habit. Just getting off working a late night shift and freshly showered, he managed to slip into his daughter's room to say good night to her quietly. One thing she had gotten from him was the fact that when she slept, she slept. There was no waking the kid up. Instead of going to his bedroom where the mother of his child was, he went in the opposite direction and towards the family room where he had told Aspen, the babysitter, to make herself at home and gave her everything she needed to be comfortable. Entering the room, he noticed that he had quickly captured her attention. "Hi," Isaiah hummed lightly in response, watching as she got up to make her way over. Hands reaching out on instinct to settle on her hips as she stopped in front of him, he found himself smiling at her words. "I noticed, she's out like a light. I managed to sneak in to give her a kiss goodnight, thank you," he said genuinely. Despite this not being a good thing, he adored his daughter more than anything else in the world and held her above everything. Focussing on the last bit of her sentence, he felt a small smirk appearing on his face and there was no doubt that lust clouded his eyes whenever Aspen was around. "You've been doing a really good job lately, I think you've deserved it," leaning down, he praised her in a whisper, knowing to keep his voice low due to not wanting to risk getting caught. Pressing a faux chaste kiss under her ear, he backed off teasingly but nodded his head for her to follow him over to the sofa that was in the room.

aspen doesn't really need to be doing this , but she enjoys looking after children so it's not really at a detriment to her . she looks up from the papers that she's going over , a soft smile pulling on her lips as she sees them enter the room. " hi ." aspen drops her pen down, sliding off the stool as she makes her way over to them. "she's eaten, bathed and now she's in bed. nothing left for you to do. so i'm ready to get off whenever you want me to. "

⌗ open starter.   ﹙ aspen duval , mid 20s, bisexual. cliche babysitter plot -- found in source ! ﹚