#(and it's like??? do you guys not hear your dumb selves oh my god)

[rawliverandgoronspice]

oh nooooo not me forgetting to not go on zelda youtube and being forced to reckon with the sheer magnitude of its fanbase's unchecked racism

[nationmckinleyscorset]

Completing thisss

Nah fr I'd be so mad if I was giving a presentation and someone was humming

"Love?" Fucking hippie

"A reckless lunatic sits in the whitehouse" never have truer words been spoken

Oop fugative Jimmy

"I love you even if you do have pudgy fingers" 💀

Don't trust the brownie my boy

Idiot

What is happening

This song is me when my mental health gets bad 💀 brownies hit different when you're sad

He's fucking a brownie? I- what?

Mae is so protective of Jimmy I love it

At least he finally got the ring off

Why is Jimmy humping Sally's leg like a bulldog?

Mary lane's smile has too many teeth imo, i feel like she'd bite me and not in a good way 😂

Oh my god he's like a dog he's going for everything pillars, furniture... Mary come collect your animal

I can actually see Mary being infatuated with Paris

Her eyes are killing me

Mary really I'd like the Janet of Reeder madness, I know I've already said it but it's true

The website I'm watching on keeps freezing and annoying me lol

"You'll forget the word no" I'm not too sure I like the way this is going

I wish I could say I wasn't expecting it but I keep comparing it to rocky horror so it only makes sense that she'd have a dramatic transformation in which she switches from pink to black and red

Love the fact we have the same nails rn XD

What in the 50 shades

"Whips, nip clips and candle wax" ON HER FIRST TIME?

I'm laughing so hard rn and I probably shouldn't be

She's such a top 😂

Tbf... it was one or the other. One of them was gonna get assaulted and I'd rather it was a guy with bad intentions than Mary sooo (Not justifying this)

"Shut up bitch 👊🏻" damnnn ok

That looks low-key painful

Get schooled Kochinski

NOT THE TONGUE

Ok wait im thinking hear me out. So Mary and Sally look alike, some kid who looks like Jimmy just showed up to the house, it's like a cycle: 2 kids get corrupted and become like Sally and the other guy who's name I can't remember and they keep bringing in kids similar to their younger selves. I honestly am probably just slow and that's probably obvious.

Who got shot?!?!?! OH MY GOD NO! NO NO NO!

Smelling salts aren't gonna help her you idiot she's dead

Oh I'm dumb lol

Yeah forget my theory she can't continue the cycle if she's DECEASED

irrelevant but Mae's got a murderess robe 💀I already know how this ends so I find that hilarious

A deathbed proposal? Aww lol

"We're happy, young and... hemorrahging blood 😁"

No honey romeo and juliet die know👏🏻your👏🏻shakespeare👏🏻

That's so sad though omg

That's a lot of blood jeeez

If they let Jimmy go doen for this imma throw hands

Mae please

If she doesnt tell the truth-

LMAO he said Mae please too 😂

STOP

OMG I TAKE BACK EVERYTHING NICE I SAID ABOUT HER

well, not everything but DAMN

DEATH ROW?!?!??!?!?!?!??!?!

"IM... FINE... perfectly in control" relatable

Ralph being haunted by Jimmy is the funniest thing I've seen in a while

And now Mary is dancing with the devil WTFFFFF

Is she dressed as a maid?

This entire movie is such a trip but I think that's the whole idea 😂

Just realised their entire garden is growing weed 💀 reminds me of my dad's friends house 😊🤣

His dark circles are more prominent than Riff Raff's

Zombie flash mob timeee

If Sally dies I'll be so pissed

STOP

HE DID NOT

OMG I'm gonna throw up wtf

Mae screaming is literally me rn

Why have so many of the movies I've seen this week involved somebody getting parts of them getting bitten off

BROSKI WONT DIE

#justiceforsally

Sally was my second favourite character thoughhhhh

"Now I know that once you see you can't unsee" - Carrie The Musical

OMG HES STILL ALIVE THIS BITCH I SWEAR-

Oh to walk like mae XD

OMG what in the repo the genetic opera

Skewered like blind mag no disrespect to my girl or anything

Finally he's dead

OMG WHAT IS HAPPENING I low key wanna draw that now - Sally's body emerging from the garden

Satan's really just chilling with them all 😂

So are there more bodies in the garden? Cos there's more dead people than the number we've seen killed in the movie

The voices in my head when I'm trying to pay attention to someone giving me directions: (/j)

Jack had better die

OMG everybody shut up Mae's about to sing

TAKE. YOUR. HANDS. OFF. HER. TITS.

I hate that she's trying to be empowered but Jack's just stood there smacking her up

IT WASNT LOADED YES

Omg slayyy Mae

Definitely gotta cosplay her

Yes baby beat his ass 😂

Knowing how this ends is making this concerning cos like I know it gets so graphic

Jaw on the floor (just like Jack's body)

All the people walking out after that presentation traumatised 🤣

Stop omg that's way too coincidental

Just putting on lipstick like she's not covered in blood

She hit te floor (She hit the floor!) shawty got low low low low low low low (sorry it had to be done)

Does anybody survive this movie?

I hate that this is the norm for most movies I watch now

Is Jimmy gonna live? WAIT

Jimmys last words: "um..."

YAY!

Oml get him out the chair and cut the small talk 💀

Not the last minute Annie references 😂

Why is nobody questioning the fact that Mae is drenched in Jack's blood?

You choose: Paddington 2, Chicago, or Reefer Madness - who had the best prison musical number?

What am I watching?

The best American propaganda I've ever seen 🤣😭

Is Sally the same actress as Lady Liberty?

Cutting down the weed factory? Now it's definitely like my dad's friends house IM KIDDING JEEZ

did Satan just die? How? What?

And Mary went to heaven XD

"One day I'll get cancer or hit by a train!!! 😁😊😍"

Wtf was that ending oh my god (referring to the heaven scene)

I'd die laughing if the fire at the pep rally was the burning weed (Is it a pep rally? I'm British idk)

Final thoughts

Would i watch it again? Absolutely

Recommend it to a friend? Definitely

Favourite character? Mae

Was the music good? It was amazing 😂

@little-whats-her-name thank you so much for drawing my attention to this

Best of a hilarious play-by-play of people watching Reefer Madness for the first time that I found on the liveblog

[cherryobx]

Who’s Who//Rudy Pankow x reader

requested?: yes, by lovely @joshy-obx “Can I make a Rudy Pankow request pls?? One where the reader and him are dating and the reader is part of the outer banks cast. They are doing The Who’s Who interview with Buzzfeed. And they’re just being like super cute during the interview.”

A/N: i feel like i could’ve written it better but since i’m lazy, you just have to deal with it haha

summary: you play Who’s Who with the cast of Outer Banks

warnings: my bad writing and grammar

WC: 767

(not my gif, creds to the owner!!!)

“Hey, guys! I’m Chase aka John B.”

“Hi! I’m Madelyn and I play Sarah.”

“I’m Madison and I play Kiara.”

“I’m Jonathan Daviss and I play Pope.”

“I’m Rudy and I play JJ.”

And then it was your turn. “I’m Y/N, I play Y/C/N (your character name) and you’re watching Disney channel.”

Everyone laughed, making you giggle yourself.

“Y/N!” Rudy groaned, but a small smirk formed on his lips straight after. You had previously talked to him about what you were gonna say and he thought the joke was cringy.

“Fine! We’re the cast of Outer Banks or whatever.”

Who is most likely to nap in between scenes?

Fingers were pointed towards you and Rudy. 

“These two were always sleeping. Like we finished filming a scene and they were literally asleep 2 seconds later. I’m not even kidding,” Chase said.

“Yeah, once I saw them napping in a boat,” Madison stated.

“That’s not true,” you protested but Madison had already pulled out her phone and showed the camera a picture of you and Rudy cuddled up together in a small fishing boat.

“How did you even end up there? Like what?” 

Rudy laughed. “I don’t know, dude. I have no memory of this.”

“Y/N? Care to explain?”

“I don’t know, it looked like a good place to nap.” You shrugged and looked at JD who was so confused.

“That’s the opposite of that, Y/N. There were couches in the trailers. Comfortable couches! And you decided to sleep in a boat?” 

Who is most likely to sing on set?

Everyone collectively pointed towards Madison, who was ashamedly pointing at herself.

“I think I’ve heard her more singing than talking, honestly. But I’m okay with it though. Your voice is beautiful, Maddie.”

“Aww, thank you, Y/N!”

“Yeah, it’s beautiful and all but your trailer isn’t next to hers. The walls are thin. I have to hear her singing 24/7,” JD whined, making everyone burst out in laughter.

Which two cast members are most likely to be hanging out between scenes?

Of course, all the fingers were pointed towards you and Rudy. 

Rudy smirked and placed his hand on your thigh, making you look at him and smile. You placed your hand on top of his.

“These two, 100%. Because they are dating and have separation anxiety or something,” Madelyn rolled her eyes but laughed.

“That’s not true.”

“It is, and you know it. I mean just look at them. They can’t even keep their hands off of each other.”

Who is most likely to nail a scene on the first take?

“Definitely not Y/N, that’s for sure,” Rudy said, everyone agreeing with him.

“Hey! I’ve nailed a lot of scenes on the first take,” you tried defending yourself but no one believed you.

“Yeah right. You start laughing as soon as the camera is pointed towards you.”

“Rudy, you’re supposed to be on my side.” You crossed your arms on your chest, pouting at him.

Madison then pointed at Madelyn. “I think it’s Madelyn.”

“Yeah, me too,” JD agreed.

Who is most likely to stop on the street to say hello to a dog?

“I have to go with Y/N or Rudy,” Chase said.

“Yeah, me too.”

“They already have 2 dogs but literally stop to pet every single dog they see on the street,” Chase explained.

“But they’re so cute though. I can’t do anything about it.”

“We should honestly adopt more dogs. What do you think Y/N?” Rudy asked, your head quickly turning to the side to look at him. “Oh my God! Yes, please. I thought you’d never ask.”

“Stop! No more dogs for you two.”

Who is the most similar to their character?

“I can’t really pick anybody because we’re all kind of similar to our characters.”

“I agree with Y/N.”

“Me too.”

Who is most likely to give relationship advice?

“These two might be in a relationship but they do not give good advice at all,” Madison laughed.

“Hey!” you and Rudy said in unison, disagreeing with Madison.

“I’m gonna have to go with JD. He’s the most neutral of us all, so he gives pretty good advice.”

Everyone agreed and pointed towards JD.

Then it was time to wrap up the video. That task had been given to Chase.

“We all had a fun time here today. Thank you for putting up with our dumb selves. Again, we’re the cast of Outer Banks and you’re watching Disney channel.”

You then hit Rudy with your elbow. “I told you it was funny.”

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[delfts-purple]

Saints Row Reboot Thoughts

So originally I had a massive ass post of my SR5 wish list sitting in my drafts but since that's now useless, gonna do this. For some context I have been playing since 06, when I was way to young and I fucking hated 4. Now lets go!

My Wants and not wants:

Reboot after SR2 or SRTT. No hate, SRTT was alright but it may be easier and better to reboot from SR2. I seriously do not want you to redo 1 and 2. They are very good games that can stand the test of time and deserve their place. I may be more pissed if you retcon 1 and 2 than I was at 4. Like I guess I could live with a remaster if it was a graphical and control scheme overhaul only. I do hear you young fans, we did have clunky controls back then but they were normal so I don't get put off by it.

It looks to be the case we are going back to the roots and my god are we overdue.

Lets talk clothing. Basically the entire clothing system from SR2, that is what I want pray for. It was peak customization that I have not had another game match.

BIG PHAT GOLD CHAINS PLEZ. I know its probably not fashionable anymore but hot damn it looks so good.

Body slider/Gender slider (idk what to call it) from SR2. Not only is it great for our Trans homies. It was just a great, nah, amazing tool. Really before its time.

Please, make it so I don't have to be a body builder. Like skinny Bosses need more love. My boy Ty was always skinny till 3 and 4 forced him to be bulky. Skinny boys need love tooo!!!!

Honestly like a hybrid of the character builder from 2 and 3 would work. The color, make up and feature diversity of SR3. Paired with the fine tuning of SR2. Its just like chefs kiss.

Custom walking styles, I always loved that my and my friends boss not walk alike.

Two tone hair again maybe? I just think its neat.

Honestly just all the fucking activities from SR2 and SR1. I loved them all, well except Heli assault but people liked that to so let them have it.

Tagging, please, I love tagging.

GOLD/PLATNUIM WEPON UNLOCKS! So gangster like hot damn.

BOOZE AND DRUGS! Like I have had 100s of hours of fun fucking about with that. Like if we had the variety of SR1 in booze and drugs, I would die and got to heaven.

I mean if you can find a way to not make romancing a bastardization I guess you can keep it.

JUST DON'T! Don't bastardize that charaters.

Can we maybe have back some of that grit? Like SR2 was a prefect balance of grit and humour. SRTT felt like I was a toddler been mollycoddled by shallow humour. Not enough grit and felt like it was wrote by a 10th grader tbh.

Make the Boss... them again. Like non of this 'he hu puckish rouge' shit. I don't play a gang game to be a fucking hero. I know, shock, horror. I play it to be a sociopathic bastard. I got 100 fucking games where I am the good guy, sometimes ya boi needs a break. A evil, going to hell for this, I do question my mental status when I laugh at this, break.

Mission and cut scene replay. One of the reason SR1 and 2 save files can rack up into the 1000s of hours for me is this feature. If I want to play one mission, I don't have to replay the whole game. I can give in to whims. I do not have a word for it in English but it is maximum happiness with fun.

More cut scenes. Like there felt like there was less of them in 3 and 4.

Idle animations. My Boss just been like 'yep, Delfts gone, time to go fishing or drinking or smoking' was just great.

Look Gat was never some weird immortal, unbeatable guy until you made him that way in 4 onwards. He was the kinda hot headed, asshole, who got him self into trouble over it, guy who we adored. Bring my boi back.

A photo mode. I mean I got very, very good at cropping screenshots and clipping my camera of walls but, my Boss deserves better! He his my handsome little killer and people need to know that.

MKUltra elevator nightmare shopping/wardrobe/garage screens, you know the ones, fucking scrap them. Go back to how it was in 1 and 2. I do not need to be subjected to CIA brutality while playing SR. I got enough of that thanks.

Keep the phone menu, that shit was tight. Real immersed me and I love seeing the Bosses phone. I mean I have bought and made replicas of them ffs.

Make hazel eyes behave like the did in the remaster. Like damn. Just. I have a whole post on this shit thats how good it was.

I know you guys are good for it but keep them fun af cheats. I spent to long as a massive af beating up super small people as it rained corpses. Oh and the gravity was gone.

Don't have dual wielding as a fucking upgrade. My Boss just dual wields, let him, like you did in 2.

Weapon skins, like in SR4, that was alright. I wouldn't mind that one.

Keep the Bosses back story vague still. I haven't wrote and perfected his back story over the last decade or more so you can piss on it.

Jackets and hoodie, stop the putting my hair in a ponytail. Last time I put on a fucking track jacket I didn't have to tie my hair back, It didn't happen in 2 so why 3 and 4?

Respect and Missions. Can we either have a return to the old style respect system to make people play the side missions or just not make people play them by force. I fucking hate Heli assault and all that flying shit, so been forced to do it made me want rip my hair out. Like if they are there people will play the ones they want, I do not want to be made to do it by the main story. THX

Bring back the day/night cycle. I could play for much longer when it wasn't so monotone. Also it made me think about what I was doing when. Like I wouldn't got to the night club at 10am.

Bring back Nightclubs. Tyde want's to party and so does Delfts.

Stop making the character hollow 2D’s of their former selves.

A varied city, like Stilwater. Seriously, feels like a real city and I have lived or worked in over 6 in my life so I know. Steelport felt like what some Vatnik Babushka (Boomer Grandma) in rural Siberia would describe the city, dull and unrealistic.

Have the gangs act like actual gangs. You know, go around doing crime and harassing NPCs like they did in 1 and 2.

NPCs, make them like you did in SR2. They acted like real people, did the most random and weird shit. Felt real. They also all look different or their was such a wide variety in base models I didn’t notice repetition. SRTT and SRIV they were like 5 NPCs. I had occasions where there was 10 of the same model and I was like, two or three is okay but fucking 10?

Make them drive the way they did in 1 and 2 too. I have drove in a city for a long time and that shit was so real. People are dumb sometimes.

Bring back Freckle Bitches!!!!!!

If I think of anything else I will add it but feel free to add your own and disagree with me. I kinda want to here how all you others be feeling about this. I feel fear and happy. Also can you tell I blasted this out at like 4am.

[queenofwerewolves]

Future Hope - chapter 1.5 - Practice Makes Perfect

Our heroes didnt get their powers and knew from night to day how to manage them, especially those who had physical changes to their body. Our soon-to-be heroes were all reunited in Maria's house, they had planed to spend the afternoon practing and exploring their new limits and abilities, all helping eitch other.

They decided since Griff had the biggest change, they would focus on him first. At the moment they were out in backyard, eitch one giving suggestions on what to begin first.

"Pick us all up at once with your new muscles!" Said Muffin excitedly. "That's still too light! Pick us all up plus Maria's car" Said Spike, chewing once again on a bubblegum.

"You all leave Hellride out of this!" Maria responded angrily. "That car was expensive as fuck and I refuse to go back to a life of Ubers!" She crossed her arms, indignified.

"You named your car?" Kip answered from high up a tree branch, as cats do. "I name all my belongings, what of it?" Maria answered. "And they're all cool names, too".

"Hellride? Really?" Spiked scoffed. "Because she rides fast as Hell! Look can we get back on track and find something for Griff to test his strenght?!" Maria answered nervously with a touch of embarrassment.

"Unless we find an Indiana Jones boulder for him to spin on his finger like a damn basketball we arent gonna get any damn progress!" Spike shouted back.

Maria sighed and shook her head. "I hate it when you have a point.." Griff nervously scratched the back of his head. "There must be something we can do.." He quietly mumbled out.

"I got it!" Muffin shouted, they all turned to face her. "I forgot Im a fairy! I can just poof something up!" She said excitedly. Everyone stared at her with either a confused or shocked look.

"..How... Do you FORGET that you're a fairy?!" Spike blurted out nervously. "You have fucking wings! How does one forget they have huge pink glittery wings?!"

Muffin just shrugged.

Maria smiled wide. "OK Muffin, give us something huge and heavy for Griff to use!" Muffin nodded and grabbed her wand which had a muffin on the tip. "Wand cook, beat and bake! Give us a big large and tasty cupcake!" She waved her wand and out appeared from a bunch of pink glittery smoke, a nearly two-story house tall chocolate cupcake.

"... Why a cupcake..?" Blink asked as she peeked behind her mask, in slight awe and wanting to secretly a bite out of it. "I can only make sweets!" Muffin said with a shy tone. "Im not a fighter like you guys, I only want to make people happy and eat candy!"

"That is certainly the biggest pastry I've ever seen! So large and beautiful, I bet tasty as well!" "Not to mention DIABETIC AS HELL!!! We could die from a heart attack eating that! Or worse, we could get fat! Even fatter! And become even uglier then we already are! This is too overwealming I need a nap!"

Rooko and Rooki suddenly spoke, almost taking everyone off guard on how their friend Rook is suddenly two split personalities now based on the Youtube character ENA, one is always happy while the other is always sad, and depending on the situation they can go Manic or Miserable.

"OK Griff, show us what you can do!" Maria shouted excitedly. Without missing a second, Griff bent over and gripped the edge of the massive cupcake, after struggling a bit he slowly but surely, lifted the entire thing over his head, smiling proudly.

His friends cheered and applauded proudly. Feeling satisfied, he dropped the cupcake and dusted the chocolate crumbs off his hands and fur. "Yokusei!" He shouted, and with a naruto-like smoke poof, he turned back to his human self. Maria ran and hugged him tightly, which Griff embraced and hugged back with a slight twirl.

"Griff you were amazing!!" Maria said with a proud tone, Griff slightly blushed pink at the small punk girl and her excitement. "Oh shucks, it was nothing.." He said with a shy tone.

"Well, and seems we concluded Griffin's training." Togekiss said as they took a sip of tea. "He jump twice as high as a two-story house, his punches and kicks can knock down brick walls and possibly more if we werent limited on objects to test it with, he can hear twice as much then a dog could with his ears, and his sense of smell is impecable. Truly Griff is a strong asset to our team."

"I can only train my powers at night.." Said Spooks, holding an umbrella to protect her from the sun, now that it injures her. "Muffin's power is only sweet making. Togekiss has exceptional I.Q and can see simulations in the future like Garnet in Steven Universe, along with their strong telekenisis, and Kip simply draws whatever she desires, whether alive or not and it becomes a reality... That means it's Rook's turn to show us what she can do" She finished.

"Wonderful! It's our time to shine!" "I-I-I not ready! Everyone's gonna laugh at us! I-I might piss myself in fear!" "Oh pull yourself together dear! Our friends wont laugh at us!" "How do we know that?! They're just waiting to correct us on a dumb mistake!!!"

Rook's body shook and twitched as her eyes turned to static, suddenly her entire eyes turned black with a blue iris, she turned Miserable.

"They're gonna laugh and point at our foolish selves, we're gonna be so embarrassed that we'll wish that the Earth will swallow us whole and just fucking kill us now!! Go ahead! Laugh at us and our misfortune!!!"

"ooh shit" Maria said. "can someone calm her down?"

Rook's eyes change to regular as her Miserable side went away. "No need my good Queen! We are completly fine! Now prepare to be dazzled as we show you all what we can do!" q

Rook pulled out a harry potter-like wooden wand, waved it around. "Bloom and Blossom and protect who I love! Rise my pretties, rise high and above!" Rooki shot an orange light at the grass, which made dozens of flowers bloom and grow around Spike and Blink.

"This is only one of my tricks! It's a shield that protects them from almost anything! My main weakness is fire, because while plants are beautiful, they are also sadly very, very flammable"

"Cool." Said Spike before using his bat to aggressivly hit the flowers and the vines aside so he and Blink could leave.

"M-M-My turn I guess!" Rook took hold of the wand and waved it in circles. "Razzle Dazzle Shine and Show, make their body move it low!" Rooko shot a blue light at Spooks, which made unwillingly and uncontrolably start dancing and as the spell said, make her go low.

"O-OH GOD SOMEONE MAKE IT STOP I DONT LIKE HOW MY BUTT IS MOVING THIS MUCH!!" She shouted in desperation as she made a split and moved it even lower.

"M-My deal is with music! I-It works as a way of distraction o-or hypnosis and it lasts for 30 minutes un-le-less I say otherwise! I-I know it's a sucky power!"

"OK COOL CAN I STOP DANCING PLEASE IM GETTING A CRAMP!!!" Yelled Spooks, practically begging. Rooko flicked her wand and Spooks fell on the ground, panting. "OH MY POOR HAMSTRINGS THEY ACHE!!" She yelled in utter pain, meanwhile Maria and Spike were absolutely losing it.

"O-OH GOD MY STOMACH HURTS-" Said Spike in between laughter.

"OK you guys cool it" Said Blink. "It's our turn to practice now. We're the only ones who use regular weapons." She said drawing her sword and positioning her mask back in place.

"O-OK! OK!" Maria said getting up, she pulled out a small staff and whipped it, making it stretch out wide into a full, large red and black scythe, with a rose print on the blade. Spike spun his bat and spat his gum out.

"So. Who's ass Im kicking first?" Said Spike. "Wait on second thought this might be unfair." Said Blink. "Me and Maria had blades while Spike has a bat, maybe we should-"

Before she could finish, Spike swung his bat and hit Blink sword, knocking it out of her hand before kicking her back at the ground. Blink fell back hard before she could even process what happen, dumbfounded but angry, she snarled. "Oh it's on now Motherfucker." She extended her hand and the sword flew back to her hand, as she charged towards Spike, who moved out of the way as soon as Blink swung her sword, which if he hadnt been for Maria's scythe, would have sliced her right up.

"Dude! Chill! This is a pratice!" Maria spoke as both of their blades were against eitch other. Blink hopped and flipped over her and landed on a tree branch, croutching like a ninja. She put her hands together and in a small puff of smoke and disappeared. Spike and Maria were back to back, ready to counterattack Blink, what they didnt expect was for her to attack from underground.

Buring up from the dirt, she got both of them off their feet and charged after Spike, who barely managed to regain his balance before his using bat his block Blink's sword. A back and forth of clash-clings-and-clangs between metal begun, one attacking the other but eitch blocking every attack again and again.

Spike ducked a sword slash and roundhouse kick Blink's leg, which was effective since she's practically a ninja. She backflipped back on her feet and kept attacking swiftly. But a sudden scythe blade cut in between them, stopping the fight.

"That's enough!!!" Maria shouted. "You both are gonna end up hurting yourselves or eitch other! im ending it now!!"

"Oh what the hell dude?!" Blink shouted indignified. "I was about to beat him!!" "Oh please." Answered Spike. "Was that the best you could do? Sakura could do a better job kicking my ass" He scoffed. They began to argue loudly, genuinely angry at eitch other.

"THAT"S ENOUGH!!!!" Maria shouted, making them, and everyone else look at her.

"It doesnt matter would win that fight! This was a practice and not a competition!! The point of us being a team and getting powers in the first place was for all of us to make the world a better place, but the only way that can happen is if all of us work together!! As a team!!!"

They stood in silence, listening to her talk and set them straight.

"As cheesy as that sounds, it's true!! We shouldnt fight eitch other like this, you're not just my friends, we're all friends with eitch other! We all go along well and we know that, that's why I got you all together, because no one can bond better in a team then all of us together!!!"

"... She's right." Togekiss added, walking towards them. "We all started as simple individuals with free time on a website, but we all shared common interests, we grew closer.. And suddenly like that, we all became friends.. A family, if you will."

"We take care of eitch other and look out for one another." Said Spooks.

"Just like how you all did for me.. When I almost died. Almost died because of the shit and violent world we live in." Maria said.. With a slight crack in her voice.

"You're bringing in the same violence that almost killed me.. So please.. Please stop fighting.. We're all in this together.. Right..?"

Spike and Blink dropped their weapons and hugged Maria, and everyone else joined in as well.

"You're right, we're sorry Queen." Said Spike. "We got overwhealmed and we didnt mean it. We wont fight again, because you're right." Added Blink.

"We only have eitch other in this world, and if we want to change it we have to stick together, just like you said." Spike said one more time.

"And we wont let you down.. We promise.." Griff finished, with everyone agreeing with what he said.

And so they stayed for a moment, embraced within eitch other in a group hug. A family isnt perfect, there will be disagreements, but a good bond will always overcome those disagreements, and that's what they had, a good bond.

A bond that's practically unbreakable and untaintable. A bond that will soon be ready, and fight together to make the world a better place.

A bond that will the world's Future Hope..

[retvenkos]

“if i die, i’m haunting you - you’re not off the hook that easy”

requested

OKAY, FAM, HERE WE GO, TALKING ABOUT BEING BFFS WITH THE ONE AND ONLY KLAUS HARGREEVES...

first of all... good luck

klaus can just be... the most, so you’re patience would have to be something else.

BUT while you are the more calm out of the two of you, you also have those moments where you just want to go and klaus whines while you pull him to your next destination, promising it will be worth his while.

“i’ll have you know my expectations are very high.”

“we both know that’s a lie, klaus. you’d lick the cement if i told you that you could get high off of it.”

but honestly the two of you can make a party out of anything

if you go grocery shopping together, you’ll end up pushing him in the cart and he’ll just pick things off the shelves, opening chips and cookies while you try to find what you are looking for

you two crash diners a lot, and it’s the equivalent of having a high school theatre cast stop by, because you are just as obnoxious and the waitresses and waiters fight over who ends up serving you

if you go to the movies together, you definitely sneak in food and you either have to stop or join him when he starts to smoke in the back.

klaus is just chaotic, and the fact that you can keep up is truly astounding

oh, and we all know that you drive klaus everywhere, so be prepared for that

and, yes, he is 100% a backseat driver

and i’m so sorry, it’s annoying but if you try to tell him to stop, it just gets worse

it’s either backseat driving or he’s having arguments with ben (which you definitely weigh in on, despite only hearing half of the argument) and honestly, it’s a toss up between which is objectively worse.

oh, and i firmly believe that klaus either lives with you or is just crashing on your couch so often that it feels like he’s a permanent member of that place you call home

even though he’s constantly coming and going, your place is a constant in the chaos of his life, and it’s just so wholesome, okay?

but he’s also constantly stealing your clothes, so beware

“y’know, some people would be honored to have me wear their clothes.”

“really?”

“uh huh.”

“so then why do you have to steal mine? why not wear theirs?”

and on the first night he sleeps over, you wake up in the middle of the night because you hear him... crying?

and you’re groggy and tired (and possibly working off a hangover yourself), but you go over to him, expecting to see him up, sitting on the couch with the heels of his hands pushing against wide eyes, but instead, you find him... asleep

and you stand there, not sure if you should wake him or let him rest

was he resting, though, in this agony?

he wakes up, then, and you stay up the rest of the night, talking

nothing in particular, really

but you manage to talk about anything and everything, and you know klaus better than before

god, give this man a friend. he deserves it.

the best thing about you and klaus’ friendship is that he never has to do any stupid thing on his own, because you will 100% join him

or vehemently protest, talking him out of some of the worse decisions he tries to make

but whatever klaus gets up to, you are there because if you didn’t, klaus would definitely be dead at this point

miracles can happen

and if you ever meet his siblings (you know all about them, klaus loves to talk about his dysfunctional family), they commend you for putting up with him

you are seemingly the more put together one, but klaus will always remind you that you are just as much a mess as he is - he just wears insanity better

“i honestly don’t know how you do it. i tried to kill him at least three times when we were kids.” (diego, probably)

“yes, (y/n)’s a saint, we’re all aware.”

“jealous, are we? your family likes me better than they like you.”

“they don’t know you like i do.”

oh, and you and klaus definitely got matching tattoos once

do you regret it? maybe. did you remove it? hell no.

but you do threaten to, if klaus is being especially idiotic

“you wouldn’t dare.”

“you wanna bet?”

“you know i don’t have the money - i’m poor!”

“maybe if you hadn’t spent all that money on dope, you wouldn’t be.”

“and have self control? you know that’s not my brand.”

and i forgot to mention - you and klaus have the worst best taste in music

and you definitely spontaneously break out into song just to annoy each other and/or those around you

ben wants to off himself whenever you guys start but he’s already dead, so...

i think what is most poignant about your friendship is that the two of you can be your most true selves around each other

klaus is clearly not the greatest with real, raw feelings, but you have shown him time and time again that he can be vulnerable around you, and that is honestly so comforting to him

honestly? where would he be without you? you’re like the family he always needed, and he’s so  g l a d  that he found you and you decided he’s worth sticking around for

and, at the same time, the two of you can do dumb, stupid, and sometimes really bad stuff, and you don’t judge him for it - instead, you join him

i feel like everyone in klaus’ life holds the moral high ground, and while that is gives him something to work towards, it can also be really demoralizing

the fact that you are more on par with him but still keep him in check is definitely good for him - you’re not better, you just know a little better and you both still respect the other

that got kind of sappy, my bad. but klaus deserves a bff? you, him, and ben can be a holy trinity of chaos.

klaus is clearly the chaotic neutral of the group. 

just,,, please treat your bff kindly. threaten him, but be kind.

AND FLUFF ENSUES.

taglist: @babyplutoszx2

[adenei]

Auror 99 - Ch. 8

A/N: Sorrynotsorry about that cliffhanger. I hope this chapter makes everything worth it. It was so much fun to write!

Chapter 8: The Jig is Up

Amy walked out of hers and Rosa’s room that they were sharing in the large penthouse headquarters suite. She saw Jake sitting on the couch in the living area. “Hey,” she said quietly.

“Hey,” he returned. 

“What are you doing up?” she asked.

“Couldn’t sleep.”

“Same.” Amy joined him on the couch. 

“I may have to sleep out here because of Boyle’s snoring,” Jake said jokingly. 

They were silent for a moment before Amy spoke again. “I’ve got a random question for you. It’s probably nothing, but I feel like ever since we brought Rettinburg in for questioning, Jason, Nolan and Charlotte have been acting odd. Don’t you think it was weird that only Jason and Nolan went into Captain Holt’s office to debrief?”

Jake thought for a moment.“I wasn’t really thinking about it, but now that you mention it, something did feel a bit off, but I’m not going to worry about it. They’re probably just used to working with each other. Just like we are.”

“Yeah, but we were told to partner up with them specifically, and now it seems like they’re trying to break that,” Amy said as she frowned. 

“You know, Ames, you may have a point now that I actually think about it. Nolan and I have been working so well together, but it did sound like he wants to be with Jason tomorrow when we go out on watch. I wonder why.”

“It’s probably because you’re injured,” Amy attempted a joke about his leg. “Well, I guess we could think about it this way...if you had the choice, wouldn’t you choose me or Diaz or Boyle? We all have partners we’re more comfortable working with. So you’re right, it’s probably nothing. Sorry for stirring things up in your head.” Amy scooched closer to Jake and put her hand on his.

Jake looked up at her then, and Nolan’s words were stuck in the back of his mind. ‘Just go for it, mate. I waited seven years, and somehow I was lucky enough to still get her. A girl like Amy reminds me of my own. They’re too good to wait around, so don’t wait forever.’ 

“Yeah, okay. Listen, Ames, there’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you,” Jake said as he leaned in closer.

“Oh? What is it?” Amy asked, her heart beating a little faster in her chest.

Jake was about to kiss her when he heard the door open and noticed an unfamiliar male come out of Jason and Nolan’s room. They were undercover, and couldn’t have visitors, so who was this? He stood up quickly, reaching for his side holster. This caused Amy to fall forward onto the couch because her weight had been leaning towards Jake. He’d apologize for that later.

“Who are you and what are you doing here? Freeze! Hands in the air!” Jake said. By this point, Amy had stood up and turned to see what was going on. 

“Jake it’s me, it’s- it’s Jason,” the person said.

“You aren’t Jason! I know who Jason looks like. Why were you in Jason and Nolan’s room? Nolan? Jason? Are you alright in there?” Jake nodded to Amy who picked up the handcuffs and walked over to cuff him. 

Jake moved quickly to the door to see if they were alright. “Guys, are you alright?” Jake wasn’t expecting to see Charlotte standing in the room while Nolan was sitting on the bed. Jason was nowhere to be found. “Charlotte? What are you doing here? Who is this random guy who just came out of your room?” Jake was really confused now. Everything he and Nolan had talked about with his wife, and yet Charlotte was in his room, alone. Well, that guy did just come out of it, but it wasn’t like Nolan was following him. They looked quite comfortable around each other.

“Jake, I’m fine, what do you mean? That was Jason! We were just making sure things were, er, ready to go for tomorrow.”

“Um, I know what Jason looks like and that is most definitely not him.” Jake said. “Come see for yourself.” 

So Ron and Hermione followed him out, and it was not the disguise of Jason staring back at them, but the one and only Harry Potter. Before they could say anything Amy had noticed something they hadn’t.

“W-who are you? Why do you have a lightning shaped scar? Do you think you’re Harry Potter? I mean, I will admit it’s a very good cosplay, but Harry Potter isn’t real! It’s just a silly children’s book.” Amy was rambling as she made a “pfff” sound with her mouth. “I mean, it’s not like I’ve reread the series or anything…”

“Oh, no,” Hermione said as Charlotte. She knew it was too good to be true with keeping up the disguises for this long. She and Ron had hurriedly reapplied their own when they heard the shouts from the living area.

Boyle and Diaz had joined them now after hearing the commotion. “What’s going on?” Boyle asked.

“Who the hell are you?” Diaz nodded at Harry.

“Wait, how does Amy know who Harry is? They’re not supposed to know we even exist!” Ron looked at Hermione, who returned his with an exasperated look.

“What are you talking about?” Jake was looking back and forth as Ron’s words caught Amy’s attention. 

“Amy, did you just say Harry Potter is a children’s book?” Hermione looked at her seriously for a moment.

“Yeah, of course. Don’t tell me you’ve never heard of it! The author’s British, and it’s not just one book. It’s a whole series! Seven books in total. It’s fiction, of course, but it’s one of the greatest children’s series ever written!” Amy noticed the other detectives giving her a look. “And it’s completely okay for adults to still be obsessed with the series, too!”

“Can you tell me what it’s about?” Hermione said. She was shaking now, as Harry and Ron were looking completely and utterly bewildered.

“Me? Talk about Harry Potter?” Amy was becoming overly excited.

“Ames, your geek is showing,” Jake rolled his eyes.

“It’s about an eleven year old boy who finds out he’s a wizard and gets to go to Hogwarts, a special magical school where the kids learn about witchcraft and wizardry! His parents died by an evil wizard named Voldemort, but he survived the killing curse that was meant for him. He spends the next seven years, one book for each year, fighting Voldemort with his two best friends, Ron and Hermione. They end up together, by the way, it’s so great. I love them so much. OH! I’m sorry if I spoiled anything.”

Hermione looked at Ron and then at Harry. Her face was completely pale. It took her a moment to get her wits about herself. “Okay, Amy, I’m going to need you to sit down. Jake, I promise you can put the gun down, that really is Jason Cooper. Here, I’ll show you.” Hermione pulled her wand out and recast the glamour charms on him.

“Did you just- is that a- did you just perform MAGIC?” Amy was having trouble forming a complete sentence.

Rosa scoffed, “Magic’s not real.”

“Actually, it is. Are you satisfied that this is Jason now?” Hermione asked. She watched as the 99 hesitantly nodded. 

“Wait!” Charles said. “What’s something that only Jason and I talked about. What did I walk in on that first night when we watched Die Hard?”

“Er…” Harry paused. Hermione gave him a look that said, ‘tell him,’ so Harry continued, “You walked in on those two.” Harry cringed. “Okay, now do you trust us?” The four made gestures that were for the most part yesses.

Hermione looked at Ron. “You know what we have to do now, don’t you.”

“Yeah, reckon I do,” Ron said as he pulled out his own wand. “Don’t worry, we’re not going to do anything to you, we’re just going to reveal our true identities. Jake, ‘Mione’s right, you should probably make sure Amy sits for this.”

“ ‘Mione?” Amy said, her jaw dropping, “as in Hermione?” 

Ron and Hermione both took away their glamour charms, revealing their true selves, and Hermione undid the glamour charms on Harry. The trio was now standing in front of the four 99 detectives in their true form: Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger, who apparently had an entire kid’s book series written about them.

“Ooooooh, mama,” Amy could be heard saying. “That’s- That’s-”

“Okay, Ames, enough fangirling,” Jake tried to calm her down.

“But then, does that mean, is Geresto a wizard?” Boyle asked.

Ron nodded. “Yeah, a pretty dangerous one, too.”

“So he stole from Gringotts then! Like you three did in Deathly Hallows!” Boyle said excitedly. “See Amy? You’re not the only one who’s read them!”

“Yeah, Ames, I’m already on the fourth book because that bet! By the way Boyle, SPOILERS MUCH?” Jake said, acting offended.

“Okay, I’m going to stop you right there. Who is the author of these books?”  Hermione asked.

“JK Rowling,” Boyle answered. Amy was struck dumb on the couch.

“Do you have a picture of her?” Hermione asked.

“I’m rereading the series, too. I wanted to make sure I could keep up with any of Jake’s questions. The book’s in my bag,” Amy said and Rosa walked away to go retrieve the book. She shoved Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban at Hermione when she came back out.

“Oh my God, that foul creature!” She shoved the book in Ron and Harry’s faces with the inside cover opened.

“Of course it’s fucking Rita Skeeter! How has she kept this a complete secret from the magical community?”

“That’s probably why Kingsley was so insistent on keeping us undercover. Can someone uncuff me please?” Harry looked around.

“Oh, right! Of course. Sorry about that.” Jake said as he waltzed over to uncuff Harry.

“So wait, you two aren’t actually cheating on your spouses with each other?” Boyle asked. Jake and Amy looked at him in a confused manner. “I walked in on them on Die Hard night a week ago, and they made me promise not to say anything. I thought it was odd that Jason- I mean, Harry, didn’t think it was odd.”

“No, we’re not cheating. We’re married to each other,” Ron said as he put his arm around her.

“This is the best day of my life,” Amy said. “I knew. I knew it from the third book on that you two were going to get together! I was so mad at you two in Half Blood Prince.”

  “Am I the only one feeling personally violated right now?” Ron looked around and asked.

“Er, no, mate. Your name also isn’t on the cover of seven bloody books. Hermione, how’d she get away with this!” Harry said. The reality of the situation was hitting him. Not only was he famous for actually defeating Voldemort, but he was famous amongst muggles because his story had been turned into a children’s novel. He’d never get away from the spotlight.

“I don’t know, Harry, but I swear the first thing I’m going to do is find out once we get back to London!” Hermione said.

“But Kingsley knew, Hermione,” Ron said. “It might be better to just let this go.”

Hermione stared at him incredulously. “You’re joking, right?”

“Kingsley’s probably just trying to protect us, Hermione. Besides, we need to focus on Gerteso. That’s why we’re here. And maybe we can be relaxed with our disguises now that they know, but we need to still keep up the guise in public. It’s one thing for Gerteso to think random Aurors are after him, but we’ll put a greater target on our back if we don’t. So to the rest of the world, we’ll still be anonymous.”

Hermione huffed as Harry shook his head in continued annoyance. “I’m going to bed now.”

“Wait,” Jake said. “Is that why you two want to partner up? You need to go into the American Ministry, don’t you! I thought you didn’t like me anymore!”

“Er, yeah, muggles can’t exactly waltz into the Ministry, or MACUSA,” Ron affirmed.

“I still can’t believe you’re real,” Amy said. “It’s like all my dreams are coming true.”

“Ames, those sound like weird dreams if you ask me,” Jake eyed her.

“Well, this is cool and all, but I’m following his lead, and going back to sleep,” Rosa turned around and walked down the hallway. 

“We should go, too,” Hermione looked at Ron while Amy was trying to mask her disappointment. Hermione noticed and said, “I promise I’ll answer any of your questions tomorrow, when we’re not focused on the case,” she smiled. 

“Really?” Amy’s face lit up.

“Of course, but only if I can borrow your books and give them a read through and see how much of the story she got right,” Hermione said.

“Oh, yes, yes of course!” Amy said. 

Everyone began going to their respective bedrooms, but Amy lingered on the couch. She watched Jake grab a water out of the fridge and regretted not knowing what was going to happen between them earlier.

“You alright, Ames?” Jake had stopped by the counter and noticed her sitting there.

“Oh, um, yeah. I guess I was just wondering what you were about to say earlier. You know, before Harry freakin’ Potter walked out of that room.”

“Yeah, that. It was nothing,” Jake said, playing it off. He’d lost all the courage he’d mustered from before. “I’ll see you in the morning.” Jake turned to head down the hallway.

Disappointment flowed over Amy as she replayed those moments. She swore he was going to kiss her. And then suddenly, she was reminded of Hermione making the first move with Ron in Deathly Hallows as she watched Jake walk away. Spurred on by a random burst of courage she stood up and just before Jake reached his room, Amy hissed his name.

He turned around as she said in a low voice, “I don’t think it was nothing. If you won’t tell me or show me, then I will, and I hope I’m not wrong.”

Before Jake could respond, Amy flung her arms around him and her lips met his. They were adults. They weren’t teenagers, and dancing around each other wasn’t an option anymore. Especially if they were both single. She felt his arms wrap around her waist as he met her own in kind. When they broke apart, Amy looked at him. “Please tell me I’m not wrong,” she said breathily.

“You’re not,” Jake said.

“So you…”

“Yeah,” he leaned in and kissed her this time. Amy lost all sense of time and thought, allowing herself to just be in the moment. When they finally broke apart a second time, he said, “I should probably go in there before Boyle discovers this and has a heart attack.”

Amy laughed. “I think we’ve all had enough surprises for one night.”

“Ya don’t say. We’ll talk tomorrow?” 

She nodded as she backed away down the hall, watching him disappear into the bedroom.

[callyrose1986]

my reality is a fantacy

MY REALITY IS A FANTACY  

Its beginning of April and I've been hearing voices since my birthday last September, I can't say I had the best time of my life... I decided to type it all down of what I went through, let me break it down for you, one day around my birthday I decided to read a few tarot cards online and the more I did they showed the same outcome, that I was to meet my twin flame, twin soul or/and soul mate, not sure if it's all in one or if it's just one of these, that I'm not sure of, now for those of you who don’t know what that is a twin fames or the others twin flame is when one soul splits into two, not sure exactly what twin soul is other what it sounds like, seems to me it is the same thing like the twin flame, soul mate is just that, a mate for your soul, look it all up for yourself.  

For some odd reason I begin to hear voices of a women and she helped me get better at hearing them I can't say exactly what she did I can't remember, I have the worst memory anyway though this times of readings I figured out who my other flame was and I don’t know if it was fate or dumb luck but it was my celebrity crush.... Imagine that, I have no idea who or why it turned out to be him but I was constantly told that I could manifest my desires and welp.... take that as you may I have no idea myself what is truly going on in my life right now..... only the gods and answer that messed up bit of information, not that I'm a religious person I prefer to spiritual instead.  

I tried to contact him online his name was Tom Hiddlston, I had a crush on him since I first saw I'm in the superhero movies when he played Loki in the Thor, tall dark and handsome was my type, I then fell for him even more once I got to know the actor, well as much as I could get to know him behind the silver screen. Anyway, I was reading pictures from his hashtags on Instagram like you read tarot cards and then I would post a reply and put it in Tom’s @page and I would get something like a reply... I could hear him in my head too and then for some reason he told others it turned into something like a little game them who turned out to be the cast of avengers.

it went over pretty good on his side, but unfortunately on my side when I broke it to my mother.... I made one of  the biggest mistake I ever made...deciding to walk from my small town of Coulhurst all the way to the city of Lethbridge to go to chapters. Where I thought the tort card where hinting I would meat Tom, not that I actually though I would I just wanted to go, and they were egging me on to go, something else that I could inform you all about is that there is many different realities not just the one you live in and unfortunately that mean that there are many, many different versions of ourselves and unfortunately, I did not contact just my version of Tom Hiddlston but I contact all of the others two, I have no idea how I managed that... the one that came was not my Tom from my world but from another and that means I could not see him.  

I still don’t know if I have talked to the Tom from my world, I guess I won't know till I get the chance to meet him in person, if that ever happens of course, let's see... I died in other reality's more times than I could count, mainly because I can't remember, being stabbed in the back by a trickster god called Loki a few dozen times and I don’t mean from the Norse mythology I mean by the Loki from the marvel movies, ya because that’s a thing....  

Everything you watch is a window to another reality and dreams are something of the same, now there is more like I can put myself into movies and shows I watch and I can hear what the characters are thinking and saying, not to mention in the begging I thought whatever I do in my mind what actually happen in the other reality's I was thinking I was in, now I changed that it just everyone imagining it but not really having it happen, I did a lot of not so nice stuff and still do but at least it's not real, I was sent to hell a few times wish I know what heaven was like, think I got jipped on that one, worst thing I ever did really was sole chock from when I was at school and church, I did watch some porn that was not meant to be watch by anyone's eyes and played some pornographic games but I don’t think I'm meant to go to hell for it...  

Apparently the ‘devil’ just wanted someone on one time, I brought myself back to life as soon as I knew I was dead, well eventually sometimes, it was just tiering having to do that all the time, oh by the way I can do that bring myself back it along with anything else you can think of, I can do anything I want too in other realities, does not work in my reality but then again I can't be killed by other people from other realities in my reality, also I got murdered on my way to chapters stabbed and molested by some random guy still not sure about the whole story behind that one my mother found me walking still to the book store in my reality, that was a trip I tell you, before I was picked up I somehow jumped into other bodies of the actors who had flown down with Tom and had found me at my house.

I did end up at the store but of cause no one showed up, that was one journey I won't soon forget, I  found out that my other selves where from other realities and that characters I created comes to life, like since tv and movies characters where once created, I was not sleeping and was not eating but I was not tiered or hungry but for a girl who did not have the  waite I didn’t need to louse more of it.

I was seeing signs of that my house was evil and that the color red was bad and everything that was ‘dark’ needed to go so I got rid of mostly everything I had in my room that was considered ‘dark’ on top of that lost a caption America sweeter and Tom Hiddlston doll and Spiderman figure and almost lost my phone, it was found  thankfully but not the others.  

Among all the other versions of me there is a few evil characters evil clowns evil demon things a robot some zombies some vampires and a dnd character and an original character called Cally, among others I'm not sure about, one of them is called the moon goddess who has the power to have everyone fall in love with her looks, and it leaks out into me so others from the other universes feel overly attracted to me because of her, there is an off switch but it keeps turning on and she says it's not always her doing it, I'm not sure if I should believe that, Tom has the same thing but I won't know that till later, names the sun god, I'm not too fond of that one, my fault for calling him the sun to my moon, nether one of them where exactly what I though them to be.

it wasn’t just that everyone was attracted it was harassment and no one would take no for an answer I was raped in a lot of realities, it's gotten better but still not perfect yet, they are lucking they didn’t die from doing that to me.  right after I when walking to the book story my mother had me admitted to a mental health facility, where they drugged me up to take away the voiced, it worked but on the down side I could not eat I could not sleep, I was shaking uncontrollably and it was worse than when I was home,  I just didn’t feel the need to sleep or eat at home.

I was drooling from the shot they game me and I was losing wait because I could not swallow the food, it was not a fun time, I was there for about a month after that I want in to shasha house and I was therefore a day or two and they took me to the hospital to see if they could figure out what was wrong with me, they gave me something for the shot I took to get rid of the voices since that’s what was making me have side effects, it didn’t take long for me to feel better, I was in the hospital for about a week or something close, after that I was at my sisters for a few days, meanwhile my mother had got something called global amnesia from the stress.

Then I was back to shasha house I was there for about a week or two and was thinking of the voices again, I haven't heard from anyone since I had that shot but even with everything that happen I still wanted them back I was lonely I liked talking to them I liked talking to Tom, you may think I'm stupid to start this all over again but I don’t give a damn! This time I would tell no one, have it be my little dirty little secret, don’t really remember how I got them back but I did, I didn’t get the right ones though I didn’t know that, I have been going through so many to find the one from my reality, there is no real way to find out who is Tom from my reality I've told Tom who loves  me by now that maybe we should meet at a comic expo somewhere where I can get to, so in Canada hopefully in Alberta.

let's see this second half I got stepped a few times again and mind f*cked a couple of time no more evil things like seeing red and thinking devil is after me, no more going to hell or dyeing, we tried merging all the realities but didn’t work tried to merge all the Toms still don’t know if that works to our advantage or not. I still have my highs and lose, I've run across the first group a few times and they are merged with a Tom who is now called God... btw I HATE HIM!!! Fuck the sun god GOD, ‘GOD Tom’ IS THE WORST!!! I will MURDER THIS BASTERED WHEN I SEE HIM because he lied about being the ‘REAL’. I also decided to stop giving ‘second’ chances to the villains, they just don’t learn.  

I'm sure there is more I could say but that’s it for now, I still haven't seen anything of Tom going to a Con near me yet, I still have a few weeks to go till I go.  

[bangficsgcf]

Hell bound | p.jm Part 1

(Sorry for the huge ass spaces, this is from my Wattpad account)

1. Encephia💫

Sohyeon's POV

I just got off my night shift and the only root to my house is the dark ally way, fucking perfect. I grabbed my flip flop. I won't hesitate to slap a bitch who dares to creep up on me. Nah I'm not letting that every horror movie shit happen, no not today no no no not todayyy (A/N: I had to-). I was so tough but when I heard a sound I Tashi ran the fuck out of there. I've been knocked out cold. FOR FUCK SAKE.

I woke up with a huge headache. I heard was shouting from another room. "OI YOU OOMPAH LOOMPAH BODY ASS BITCH DID YOU BRING A HUMAN?!" "IT'S NOT MY FAULT!", I got knocked out cold the least they could is shut the fuck up. I walked to the room where the noise was. There were seven boys with unnatural eye colours, where the fuck am I? Why are we still here? Just to suffer? (A/N - SORRY I HAD TO ADD THAT IN I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF😹)

"Can y'all mother fucking kidnappers shut up, I'm suing you for disturbing my sleep" I shouted while holding my head.

The boy with purple-eyed boy spoke up with a surprised voice and widened eyes "I think I've found my soulmate" he started clapping with his mouth open still shookith. The rest of the boys glared at him.

"What's your name Human?" one boy with a sunset looking eye colour. "None of your busine-" I turned to look at him. His eyes are so beautiful, they looked like everything people wanted. His thick plumb lips making him look like he is pouting 24/7. His jawline is as sharp as a right angle. His clear, flawless skin glowing making you feel blind. I completely ignored his question and just admired how pretty his eyes were. (A/N: It's the Jimin effect😗).

The boy noticed and smirked as his eyes started to change colour into red and black. What the fuck. I think I just saw Satan himself. I backed away to see his sweet like features once again, I swear am I hallucinating, fucking demon ass hoe.

He leaned in to get closer to me "I asked for your name pretty human" he giggled WHAT THE FUCK HIS DUALITY FIRST HE IS HOT NOW HE IS JUST BEING SO DAMN CUTE.

" Can't tell you, sTrAnGeR dAnGeR" they rolled their eyes and kept staring at me. BRUH, they really make me feel uncomfortable "My name is Sohyeon and I would like to ask how the fuck did I get here and which one of you kidnapped me, once I know ima throw some fucking hands." You said calmly. All of their eyes widened nervously fiddling with their fingers except for sunset boy, he just chuckled.

"Fiesty, I like it," he smirked with his hands in his pockets while whispering. "Sorry sunset boy I didn't hear what you said" as you point your head to the bipolar boy. He just smiled enjoying the nickname and said nothing, ughhh my heartue can't take this, bruh I'm falling for a guy with good looks and a sweet, unique voice in 20 seconds.

"Are you really human? Like 100% sure?" another boy who has golden eyes asked looking worried. "Obviously, wow never knew someone would just kidnap someone without knowing if she's human or not, do I look like a glue stick to you? You, HUMANS, need to tell me what brand those contacts are I'm really loving them man" you said as you emphasised the 'humans'.

They all started laughing hysterically at how bold she was but then all stopped immediately, damn they are all bipolar I-. "Oh human you really are stupid, we are not humans" I started laughing. I looked at them they look dead serious.

"Ayo you guys high on crack?" I carried on laughing now seeing confused faces. "Hyung, what is a crack?" a silver-eyed boy asks to his friends, I couldn't help but WhEeZ "Nah you guys are dumb as fuck." Man, I was tearing up my stomach hurtsss. "Kookie crack is something a human sniffs and turns crazy." The silver eye boy looks back at me, "Hey! we are not on crack!" He crosses his arms. Cute ass ho-OH SHIT- HE'S GOT SOME NICE BICEPS. HOW CAN SOMEONE BE CUTE AS FUCK BUT BE HOT AT THE SAME TIME. I chuckled and asked

"Okay since you guys arE nOt HuMaNs, what are you?" you looked at them then rolled your eyes.

"We are demons and you human is in Encephia." They all smirk "Oh stop with the clichè shit,". I WISH I COULD JUST SLAP THAT SMIRK OFF THEIR FACES. "If you are all demons how can you be so fucking hot namjesus, I would have expected you to have wings or some shit, I don't believe you guys.". They all looked at each other and shrugged. "Fine," they all started to get taller and taller I felt so little. Wings that were the same colour as their eyes started to come out. "Do you believe us now?".

"WHAT THE FUCK, GO AWAY YOU HOT ASS DEMONS BIPOLAR ASSES!" you screamed as you covered your eyes, grabbing your slipper ready to attack. You could hear laughing to see them back to their normal selves, they stopped laughing and started to worry.

"Hyung we're going to be angels, what if they find out theirs a human in Encephia? They will kill her immediately then we have to face the consequences. Oh god no." The silver eye boy asked looking scared and worried, "It's okay, no one will know and no swearing." The mother like figure said. "If you guys are scared about the consequences, then why did you bring me here in the first place?" You asked confused as fuck on what's going on. "Long story short, we went to Earth to catch someone and we thought the person was you but turns out to be a stupid human"  You rolled your eyes. "At least I'm not stupid enough to not know what crack is, like come on man, it's 2020, every 5 year old knows what crack is." They raised their eyebrows.

"2020? How bad is earth? It's 197345 and five years old really?" I- "What the fuck 197345 my ass you guys are probably like 20 years old shut up." You've rolled your eyes by their stupidity so much that they could probably stick to the back of their head. "20? sweetie the youngest person in this house is 210,000 years old." Your eyes widened as they chuckled, they are so old man how are they still hot?!.

"Umm...guys you are getting off track," A pink-eyed boy steps in, they all looked at him waiting for him to finish off what he was going to say. "How are we going to send the human back to Earth?" He asked looking like a concerned mother. Silence filled the room. "OH YEAH, I FORGOT ABOUT THAT, YOU BITCHASSES BETTER TAKE ME BACK TO EARTH BEFORE I WHOOP UR ASSES TO NEPTU-" before I finished my rant one of the demons interrupted "There's no way out..." He whispered but loud enough for everyone. Silence once again filled the room.

You grabbed the midget by the collar "YOU BITCH YOU BROUGHT ME YOU SEND ME BACK YOU LITTLE SHI-"

To be continued~😌

[metaphorical-love-for-a-car]

Marry You-- Joe Mazzello x Reader

Request; “How about a joe mazzello based on the song marry you by Bruno  Mars? Idk” ( @hi-i-dont-know )

Warnings; some language, the song is fem! specific but the story itself isn’t

Word Count; 1.8k

Notes; sorry it's taken me so long to get around to this lol

You couldn’t believe it. You had worked so hard for so long, and you finally did it. Here you were, standing on a stage, accepting an award at a prestigious ceremony. People were clapping, and cameras were everywhere. Never in a million years did you expect this to happen. 

You stuttered through your acceptance speech before scurrying back to your seat. The rest of the awards ceremony seemed to go by in a haze as you continued to try to wrap your mind around the evening. You were in desperate need of a drink, and the after party couldn’t come soon enough.

Dozens of people came up to congratulate you, and you only recognized about half of them. You quickly gulped down your drinks in an attempt to make yourself calm down. It wasn’t the wisest idea, but it was all you could do besides leaving the party, which you obviously didn’t want to do. You were tipsy, borderline drunk, and still feeling overwhelmed. That’s when he decided to approach you. The last thing you needed was your childhood celebrity crush to show up, but that’s exactly what happened.

Your first introduction to Joe Mazzello was when you watched Radio Flyer shortly after it came out, then you saw him again in Jurassic Park. Your younger self thought he was cute, thus your childhood crush formed. As years went on and the two of you started to become more successful in the world of entertainment, you had met each other once or twice, but it was always in passing. Neither of you really spoke to each other much. The most interaction the two of you had was via social media, occasionally liking each other’s posts. 

Needless to say, you were worried about embarrassing yourself because you had too much alcohol in your system for your mind to properly function, and it didn’t help that you continued to drink. “I’m sure you’re going to be sick of hearing this by the end of the night, but congratulations!” Joe flashed you a bright smile. You laughed before thanking him. “Mind if I sit?” He nodded his head towards the empty stool next to yours. You shook your head.

“No, not at all!” Joe sat, and the two of you chatted about basic stuff, like ‘Have you tried the shrimp? It’s pretty good!’ or ‘I’ve been going ninety-to-nothing tonight and can’t wait to finally get home.’ You normally felt awkward during small talk, but this was nice. Maybe it was just the alcohol that was making this feel so comfortable. Maybe it was just his charming personality. Either way, you didn’t care. You were enjoying it. 

“Hope I’m not bothering you. I’m sure a ton of other people would like to talk to you.” You scoffed at Joe’s comment and dramatically rolled your eyes.

“Oh, please! I’m having way more fun talking to you than I would have if I were talking to some of them. Besides, it’s not every day that you get to hang out with your age-old celebrity crush.” You brought your glass to your lips and froze. Did you seriously just say that out loud? No, surely not. You weren’t that drunk, right? You slowly lowered the glass, glancing over at Joe. Shit. You did say it out loud. His mouth was open, looking shocked. And his cheeks were red. 

“You... wait. I’m your celebrity crush?” You felt the heat rising to your face and nodded. He ran a hand through his hair. “No fucking way. This is crazy. You’ve been my celebrity crush since we first met at that movie premiere a few years ago,” Joe said enthusiastically, very much resembling a child telling their friends about the cool toy they got for Christmas. You covered your mouth in an attempt to stifle your laughter. Joe’s brows knitted together, but his goofy grin remained. “I’m serious!” 

“This is too good to be true. It sounds like something out of a fanfiction book on Wattpad or Tumblr.” Joe laughed, stating his agreement. He suddenly grabbed your hand. His eyes were wide and mischief danced across his features.

“I’ve got an awesome idea, and it’ll really make life like a fanfic.” You pursed your lips, eyeing him suspiciously.

“What’re you planning, Joe?” 

“It’s a surprise! Now, where’s the closest Walmart?”

Who cares if we're trashed Got a pocket full of cash we can blow Shots of Patron And it's on girl

The two of you managed to find an Uber at the ungodly hour of the morning it was. People gave you odd looks when you first walked into the store. Some because they recognized the two of you, and some because you were both in incredibly formal attire... while drunk shopping in Walmart. You headed straight towards the candy, and Joe disappeared. As you were paying for the mountain of candy in your arms, you felt someone tap on your shoulder. It was Joe, nervously shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “You okay?” you snickered, grabbing the plastic bag from the worker before thanking her. 

'Cause it's a beautiful night, we're looking for something dumb to do Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you Is it the look in your eyes or is it this dancing juice Who cares baby, I think I wanna marry you

“Actually, there’s something important I want to ask you.” You raised a brow at him, and he took a deep breath. When Joe got down on one knee, your jaw dropped. He pulled out a ring that had a little silver frog on top, its back made of a green gem. “Let’s continue with the fanfiction themed night, shall we?” You laughed, nodding. Joe beamed up at you and slid the ring onto your finger.

“Is this actually happening right now?” you asked in between laughs. Joe shrugged. 

“Dunno. That sounds like something for our sober selves to figure out. Wanna check out the Redbox movies?”

I'll go get a ring Let the choir bell sing like ooh So what you wanna do Let's just run girl If we wake up and you want to break up That's cool No, I won't blame you It was fun girl

Your head was pounding. Bringing a hand to your face, you rubbed your eyes before squinting them open. How much did you drink last night? You could hardly remember a thing... that is until you realized you weren’t in your hotel room, nor were you alone. An arm was wrapped around your waist, and the person’s head was nuzzled against your back. Fucking shit. Your mind was reeling, trying to remember what had happened. A part of your mind tried to rationalize that maybe you didn’t hook up with someone. After all, you were still dressed. Then again... the sweats and baggy shirt didn’t belong to you. 

You were worried about waking whoever was beside you. You were desperate to avoid any awkward and embarrassing interactions. Slowly reaching out, you went to pull your phone off of the bedside table. That’s when you noticed the ring. Your breath got caught in your throat as a sudden sense of urgency flooded your system. You tried to turn your phone on, but a black screen stared back at you. Of course, it was dead. Well, there was only one thing you could do. You started peeling yourself from the person’s grasp. As you did, the person stirred. When you were finally able to turn and look at them, it felt like someone dumped a bucket of rocks into your stomach. “Damn... my head’s killin’ me,” Joe groaned while rubbing his face. Your mouth open and closed. You couldn’t think of anything to say. Joe removed his hands, finally meeting your gaze. His eyes widened. “Oh my god...” was all the could muster up.

“Joe, what the hell happened last night?” You showed him your hand, and his face reddened. 

“Well... I-- uh-- don’t remember much. I don’t think we had sex, but I don’t know about that.” He pointed at the ring. Joe quickly sat up, snatching his phone from the floor. Thankfully, it had been charging. 

He had multiple missed calls and unopened text messages from his friends, most of which said something along the lines of ‘Joe, what the hell is going on? Is this real?’ Joe swiped through his camera roll, but most of the pictures were goofy selfies or short videos of the two of you wandering around Walmart. It didn’t really offer much information. You suggested looking through your social media accounts. Lo and behold, it was the jackpot. Your twitter was filled with cringe-worthy levels of cheesy and sappy pickup lines, all of which had Joe tagged in them. He responded to a few, but his replies only consisted of various heart emojis. Joe’s Instagram story had dozens of photos and videos of you two, most of which you had already seen in his camera roll. Then there was one post that had the caption ‘I liked it so I put a ring on it (guess we’re engaged now)’, and you had commented ‘#couplegoals’. You decided to take a look into your own Instagram account, clicking through the story photos you remembered posting. When it finally got to something new, you couldn’t help the butterflies that formed in your chest. 

It was a video of Joe, laying in bed next to you. Your head was on his chest, and you had an arm draped across his torso. You were out cold, and Joe had a soft smile on his face. “(Y/N) fell asleep in the middle of our Night At The Museum marathon, so I decided to hack their insta.” He glanced down at you, his smile growing even wider. “They’re so adorable, even when they’re snoring like a freight train. But don’t let them know that I told you guys that,” he said the last part with a serious expression. Joe pressed a kiss to the top of your head, then the video ended.

“So I guess we got engaged,” you mumbled, examining the little frog ring on your finger. “We know that much happened.”

“What now?” Joe asked, his voice barely above a whisper. You glanced at him, and he was idly tracing a pattern into the bed’s comforter. 

“Well, first, I think we should get some breakfast. I don’t know about you, but I’m starving. Then maybe we could start with a date and see how that goes?” Joe looked up, meeting your gaze. A smile spread across his lips.

“I like that plan.”

Don't say no no no no no Just say yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah And we'll go go go go go If you're ready, like I'm ready

Just say I do Tell me right now baby Tell me right now baby, baby Just say I do Tell me right now baby Tell me right now baby, baby

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[noona-la-la-la]

Noona, do you have any bad interview experience to share? I went to an interview today. Once I entered the room, before I sat down the interviewer already asked me to start introducing myself & that she’s busy so I need to make this quick 😐 guess what I actually waited 30 mins because the previous interviews overran The whole time she was keeping a straight face and talking in monotone, also does not show interests in my work (I’m a graphic designer) 1/2

She asked why did I quit my last job so I explained that because there wasn’t a career path and she immediately goes “Same here!” I explained to her that I’m well aware of it but I’m interested in working for a museum. At the end, she showed me 5 exhibition leaflets they’ve done in the past and asked me what I like about them. Tbh I started criticizing the designs in my head the minute I started looking at them (because of my designer instinct lol)

All I could think about was things I didn’t like about the designs When she saw me quickly flipped through all 5 leaflets, she literally says - are you done? Are you ready to talk about it? (in a rude manner) I was like - hmm am I supposed to talk about what I like? And she says I can also say things that I didn’t like LOL so I started criticizing about one of the leaflets, I listed a few points and she suddenly goes - Then what do you like about them!? 🤡

After the interview,I looked up her name on google I found out she’s a senior designer so I assume she approved those leaflet designs even if it may not be designed by her She might be pissed that I’m criticizing her works 😂 I feel so dumb cause she simply looks like an old housewife to me I thought she’s some supervisor who doesn’t know design at all LOL Im always being honest at interviews and sometimes it’s hard to filter what I say when I’m unprepared😅 I need help

1.  That company doesn’t deserve you (or anyone else) if they are going to treat the people who interview with them that poorly.  Interviews are a two way street -- meaning while they are interviewing you to see if you fit, you should also be interviewing them to make sure this is a place you would really want to work.  Would you really want a woman who was so inconsiderate to a job candidate to become your boss?  

2.  Pretty much everyone has blown an interview at some point or another.  It happens and being unprepared for the question is one of the main reasons people give less than stellar answers.  That’s okay.  So consider this practice and think about what might have been a better way to answer that question.  Next time someone asks you something similar, you’ll be prepared.

As for my own bad interview stories?  Oh, man, I have MANY stories I could tell.  Also, I’ve often thought that if I ever wrote a book for money - it would be about interviewing.  I have tremendous experience in this area.

To keep it manageable - I’ll put the rest of my thoughts under the cut.

How about the time I interviewed for a job and the recruiter was describing some of the new business practices and technologies they were adopting and I said, “I think it’s great that Company A is embracing these new, progressive approaches to business problems.  So many of the companies I’ve interviewed with rely on old-fashioned approaches because they are comfortable with the status quo.”  AND SHE FLIPPED OUT ON ME!  She said things like “What’s wrong with being old-fashioned?  This company was based on old fashioned principals like hard work and loyalty.  Our founder believed in doing things the old fashioned way!” 

Or the time I went in for an interview with Company B, met with a couple people, was there for almost 90 minutes and then they excused themselves.  They left me alone in the interview room when all of a sudden some other guy comes in and says he is the Director of Sales and that the previous interviewers thought he should talk to me because of my background.  Apparently they thought that I might be a good fit for a job on his team ( a job that I didn’t apply for) . So this guy proceeds to start interviewing me for a completely different role and I don’t even understand what it is.  No one is even bothering to ask me if I’m interested in doing sales (I’m not, FYI) and I’m completely unprepared.  He and I spoke for maybe another 40 minutes when  the original interviewer/hiring manager comes into the room and asks to speak to the Sales Director.  They excuse themselves and go out into the hallway to talk AND I CAN HEAR THEM.  The original hiring manager asks the Sales Director why he’s wasting his time talking to me because the original interviewers already decided that they don’t like me and don’t want to hire me.  So the Sales Director pops back into the room to grab his notebook and says to be that an “emergency” came up and he has to go.  So I’m alone again, for maybe 10 minutes when the receptionist opens the door, pops her head in to say the hiring manager to her to tell me “That you can leave now” and then she pops back out and is gone.   I gather my stuff and walk out of the interview room.  It’s like 6:30pm on a Friday, the building is now empty, it’s a huge office building and everything looks the same and I’m completely lost because it was a number of twists and turns when they brought me to the interview room and I end up wandering around this empty office for a while until I stumble upon the lobby.  The receptionist is already gone and a security guard had to unlock the door to let me out.

Or how about the time that I interviewed with Company C and the interviewer asked me a question about the most creative way I’ve ever solved a specific type of business problem.  She really emphasized the “creative” part of the question, so I knew she wanted something way out of the box.  Unfortunately, I wasn’t really prepared for that, so I started to tell her the first thing that came to my mind... and it was a doozy!  I start telling her this story which includes hiring a bunch of strippers and half way through telling her this completely inappropriate story, I realize that I don’t know how to end it because in real life things did not turn out well and included people transporting controlled substances across state lines, some minor theft, and a few people arrested for prostitution. The moral of the story was that not all creative ideas are good ideas.  Not exactly what the hiring manager was looking for and needless to say, I didn’t get the job.

So these were all terrible experiences - some my fault, some there fault. I’ve got dozens more examples of interviews gone bad.  It happens to everyone.

But these were also good learning experiences.  Every time an interview goes badly, I walk away a little more knowledgeable and a little more competent at interviewing.  I just recently told a relative of mine who is looking for a new job that he should apply for a few jobs that he doesn’t really want just for the interviewing practice.  Because if you haven’t done interviews in a while, you can assume that the first few might be a bit awkward as you work out how to present yourself and your experience in the best way.  So it’s better to do a few interviews with companies where you won’t care if they don’t hire you - just to get the practice in.  You don’t want to turn yourself inside out to try to fit what you think a company wants, you still need to be your natural self.  But there are ways for all of us to make our natural selves come across as the more professional and business savvy version of who we are.  But that comes with practice -- and lord knows, I’ve been in the business world for what feels like 10 million years now and I’m still learning how to be the better and more professional version of me every day.

Also, if you’ve read this far... I have an epilogue on those three bad interviews:

Company A turned out to be too old fashioned after all.  Their business changes didn’t really take effect the way they wanted them to and now it’s become such a miserable place to work, they are losing talent rapidly.  How do I know?  I have hired multiple people from that buisness - they are very talented and all tell me the same horror stories of what it was like to work there.  So thank god I didn’t get that job.

Company B went bankrupt.  The original hiring manager, who treated me so unprofessionally eventually went on to be a vice president at a service company who is a vendor to the place I work now.  She was terrible at her job and we just fired her and her company from ever doing business with my current employer ever again.

And company C?  I didn’t get job after telling them my awful stripper story.  However, a few years later, I applied for a job with them again... and they are my current employer.  They work me like a dog, but I’m generally happy with my workplace and my coworkers, I’ve been promoted once already and I’m well compensated and treated with respect. 

The moral of this story... karma is a bitch and not every lost opportunity is lost forever.

Good luck with your job search!

[christophe-delorne]

Gregstophe Week: Day 1

LOVE // PARK // SOULMATE AU

TITLE: Man's Best Friend

WARNINGS: Swearing, mild violence.

AGE: Children

NOTES: This is sort of a prequel to my 'Good Dog' story I'm writing, but you don't need to have read 'Good Dog' to understand this. Just know Gregory is a dark character, the relationship between Gregory and Christophe is a bad one.

Christophe had never been one for games, but Gregory always insisted upon it. Gregory always enjoyed rallying up the rest of the school kids and playing some sort of battle between them, inviting new and creative ways to play. It was concerning to some of the teachers, but they never confronted Gregory's parents, to afraid to lose such a wealthy donor to their school. Christophe was used to it by now, even if they were only seven years old, the little Frenchman was well aware of the world around him and the true natures of people. Gregory was already a professional at hiding his own true nature from the world, except when it came to Christophe.

To the other kids, it was all fun and games, so as long as they were around he didn't have to worry too much. This time though, Gregory had a new idea. Christophe would be held hostage by the enemy, which was annoying, considering Christophe would rather die than play some helpless victim. Not that the other kids could properly contain him, they very well knew it too. Christophe wasn't exactly the nicest kid around, taking fights too far, even sending kids to the hospital a couple of times before the teachers could pull him off the victim. So pretending that he was helpless grating on his nerves.

Today was Gregory's birthday party though, doubling down on the fact Christophe really had no choice in the matter. So he had to sit there in the sand with his hands 'secured' in plastic cuffs. It was stifling hot in the park too, the playground equipment getting to the point that it was uncomfortable to touch really. The kids didn't care though, too wrapped up in their imaginary battles, storming the so called 'castle' where Christophe was locked away. Of course, it had to start with some long drawn out speech from Gregory, followed by negotiations and then eventually a fight.

Christophe looked up at his 'guard', one of the older kids who'd been held back a grade, slightly bigger than most which was why he was picked for the guard choice. Christophe was scrawny to begin with, though not as soft as the other kids his age. Already he was training, his destination in life had already been picked out for him from birth. He came from a long line of French mercenaries, nothing that was exactly to be proud of either, deplorable people from what his mother said whenever she thought Christophe wasn't listening in. Eventually, when he met up with Gregory, he started to embrace it.

"Could you get ze fuck away from me, you smell like a fat fuckin' pig." Christophe bit in annoyance, his accent thick on his voice. Most of the kids had tried to make fun of him for it, until they realized Christophe's temper was not something to be messed with. Now though, Gregory had told him to behave, to not fight back. That didn't mean he couldn't insult someone. He couldn't help himself, he was bored and wanted to goad the other boy into doing something, anything.

"What'd you call me?" The other kid seemed surprised, it wasn't often in these posh schoolkids heard such language. It was always surprising to hear it, no matter how much Christophe swore and cursed and spat on their polished shoes. Though, just because these kids were from rich families did not mean their manners while around adults remained while it was just kids. Some were tolerable enough, others tended to have verbal fights about who's parents were better than the others. Mostly it was non-physical except when it came to Christophe. Then again, his family wasn't exactly rich. The only reason he was here was because Gregory insisted upon it.

"Clean out your fuckin' ears. Or maybe you're just zhat fuckin' stupid." Christophe bared his teeth, like some sort of wild animal that Gregory had taken in as some sort of project he could fix. However, Gregory was doing the exact opposite of what people assumed.

Instead of some sort of dumb ass remark from the boy, Christophe's head was jerked to the side from the blow of a punch. He hadn't expected the other kid to hit him, dazing him but only briefly. He felt pain flare over his dirtied cheek, making his lower jaw ache. The kid had power, Christophe had to give him that. He took a moment to work his jaw, testing to make sure nothing was wrong before speaking up again with a hint of humor in his voice.

"Is zhat 'ow they hit around 'ere? Like your fuckin' grandma taught you?" Another hit to the face. He deserved that, he always had a bit of a lip to him but he didn't regret it either. He used everything he had in his arsenal to hurt his target, if he couldn't use his fists, it would have to be with his words.

"Not so tough when your tied up are you?" Ah, so that's where the courage to hit him came from, the other boy thought he was safe because of the flimsy plastic handcuffs. Was he really that dense?

"Now that is where I will have to disagree, good sir." Gregory's voice cut in, his voice having a sophisticated forced tone as he seemed to still be in play mode. "I told him to play nice and like a good dog, he obeyed." The other boy turned around to face Gregory, but that had been the wrong decision, it aimed his face right into one of Gregory's fists. Christophe was well aware of Gregory's fighting capabilities, usually ending up being his sparing partner during training. With Gregory's quick mind, he was able to determine the right angle and force to apply to his hit to send the other boy into the sand.

"And thusly, the hero saves the damsel in distress by defeating the dragon." Gregory dusted off his hands as if he managed to do some great feat. Certainly he impressed the other kids who were cheering over their victory, but quickly diverted when they heard one of the adults call them, drawing them in with drinks and snacks. Gregory moved over to crouch before Christophe, already that olive skin had a faintly darker tint to it, not yet a bruise but it would soon be. Gregory lifted his hand up, lightly touching Christophe's abused cheek, easily seen as something of pity or affection.

Christophe yanked at his own arms, breaking the plastic and reaching up to shackle one hand around Gregory's wrist. "I'm not fuckin' doing zhat again, 'ear me?!"

Gregory mocked a pout. "Oh come now, Chris. You didn't feel your heart flutter when I saved you from danger? Was it not love at first sight?" Gregory's brows knitted together as if genuinely offended that Christophe did not immediately swoon over him. Christophe was not like the girls in their class, who believed in that charming smile and those lying eyes. Gregory had been born to hold a facade of the ideal person. Elegant, sophisticated, brave and caring. It was easier to get his way when everyone thought he was the good guy. Christophe was well aware of all of these things and yet he couldn't help that small stirring within him. Something that Gregory all too easily preyed upon.

Christophe was used to it from his mother, who pretended to be the exemplary mother you'd seen in some sort of sitcom. Caring, loving, with a sweet voice like honey. She didn't use it maliciously, only to keep her sanity just enough to raise a child she didn't want, a child from a man who'd left her and ruined her life. At nights, when she though Christophe was asleep, he could hear her talk, muttering under her breath, needing to vent out her frustration that had built up over the day, it would only be a matter of time until that frustration broke her. Christophe was just waiting for that day.

"Fuck off." Christophe stated, his glare adverted to the ground, not wanting Gregory to see anything in them. In situations like this, when no one was around, was the most dangerous between them. Christophe needed to keep his guard up, losing this kind of game would be devastating on his mind, soul, and heart. As much as he claimed not to have one, he did and Gregory all too easily found it and every so often, he'd give it a squeeze just to see Christophe squirm.

"Aw, you get quite adorable when you get all stubborn like this." Gregory reached up, prodding Christophe's injured cheek, delivering a spark of pain. Always with the bullying from Gregory and there was nothing he could do about it. That he did want to do about it. He was more aggressive, more unpredictable and violent, as long as he didn't give Gregory time to think, he could certainly over power him. But he didn't. He couldn't.

It wasn't because Gregory was all soft and needed Christophe to protect him, but it was because Gregory let Christophe see a side of him no one else had, no matter how dark it was, it made Christophe feel special. They were what would be considered as best friends. Then again, a man's best friend was his dog. A dog would always forgive, would always be loyal if shown just the slightest amount of what could be perceived as affection. Gregory had given him a purpose in life, a life he cursed and cursed God for giving him. Gregory didn't need Christophe, but yet he kept the little French boy close. He would explain his goals, talk to Christophe in a manner he would with no one else. They were both very aware of their true selves.

A childish love some would call it. Naive little children who played house together and their parents would coo and take pictures of how sweet they were. That wasn't something they played, it was always dealing in something violent, sparing with weapons or with just their hands. Studying and plotting out make believe wars. Every year though, these little games were starting to get more and more intense and Christophe was beginning to realize how much Gregory liked it. It was a dangerous notion to think that Gregory would be anything others would wish from him. To become some political leader, guiding the country into prosperity when in reality Gregory would to lead it through hell first.

Christophe released Gregory's hand and pushed it aside. "I am not one of your little bitches, Gregory." He pushed himself up onto his feet, sand falling off his baggy brown pants and green shirt. Christophe had never been one to wear the school uniform, plenty have tried to force him to do so. Eventually the school gave up after Gregory's insistence they just leave Christophe be. Gregory was quick to stand up and take a step back just to avoid the downfall of sand, not particularly wanting to get dirty.

"No, of course not. You're much more special to me than any of them could ever be, my dear." The last two words were toned sickeningly sweet, something that made Christophe's lip curl in distaste. "But, for now we should go join the rest of the group. It is my own birthday party, so I should at least make an appearance to blow out the candles." Gregory held out a gloved hand, offering for Christophe to take it. The French boy was tempted to ignore it, holding hands with Gregory was a very bad decision. However, not doing so would incite his wrath later on and Christophe was already tired enough from today's antics.

With a heavy exhale, Christophe took Gregory's hand, letting the Brit tug him along after him. Green eyes watched blond curls, so elegantly styled even after all the playing they'd done. With the knowledge that he couldn't pull his gaze away from Gregory, he knew he was doomed. Gregory would certainly be the death of him.

[hyucksoftie]

last moments | jeno

genre: fluff

words: 1.6k+ (can you tell I love my boy)

requested: yes / "I think I love you" + "prove it"

desc: after telling them you're moving away soon, the dreamies decide to take you on a road trip to remember. you're gonna miss them, but you're gonna miss jeno the most.

a/n: jeno if ur reading this im in love with u

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"Road trip! Hell yeah!" Jisung yelled, standing on the roof of your car. "Hey kid, watch your language." Hyuck yelled at him. You roll your eyes at the two, smiling at their bickering. Why did you agree to letting these idiots take you on a road trip?

Mark is running around, making sure that everyone is present and that you all have everything you need. Renjun sits inside the car with Jaemin, the both of them scrolling mindlessly through their phones. Donghyuck and Jisung bicker with each other for some unknown reason. Chenle stands to the side, watching them and laughing loudly. And Jeno stands next to you, watching everyone like you were doing.

"Crazy, huh?" His shoulder brushes against yours and you feel a blush creep on your face. "Uh, yeah. They sure are something else."

Jeno smiles at you and your stomach does a flip at the sight. "Admit it though, you're gonna miss our wild selves." You agree, chuckling. "Not a day goes by where I don't hear Chenle's dolphin like scream at least once." He laughs at your comment, clapping in amusement. "You're gonna miss me the most, I know it." I really am.

You ruffle his hair and laugh at the result. "No way, no jam."

Jeno pouts, "Prove it. Prove to me that you're not gonna miss me." You don't get to prove him anything, Mark's voice ending your conversation.

"Okay guys, lets get it!" You can't believe it. You're even gonna miss Mark saying 'let's get it' every 5 minutes. Everyone who wasn't already in the car gets in it; it honestly felt packed in there. "Okay guys don't forget this is my car, treat her with respect. Or I'll have to murder you."

"Oh so scary." You sat up and went to grab Donghyuck to chokehold him but Jeno grabbed your arms to hold you back. "Thank goodness Y/N's boyfriend stopped her before she could kill me. Ugh, my power!"

You shake Jeno off of you with red cheeks. "Jeno is not my boyfriend." You declare. Renjun turns to you from the passenger seat, "at least not yet." He gives Jeno a teasing look. "Oh fuck off, Injun."

"If we could all stop our arguing, that'd be great." Mark stares at you from the rear view mirror. You stick your tongue out at him to tease him. He turns the engine on and grinning, "Let's get it."

Jaemin snatches the aux cord which forces everyone to listen to rap music, which everyone was fine with, except for you. But you managed through it because despite your constant bickering with them, you loved them all a lot.

"Okay we've arrived at our first stop." You look over Jeno and furrow your brows. "A petting zoo?"

"Y/N this is where we met you, dumbie." You look at Jeno with wide eyes. "Oh yeah! I forgot!" Your forgetfulness causes everyone to laugh.

Everyone gets off and starts to walk around the petting zoo, feeding and looking at the animals. Jeno joins you as you wander around, even despite Jaemin asking him to go with him.

"That one is literally you." Jeno points to a chicken, lying down on the ground as tiny chickens run around it. "And the tiny chickens are us." You tilt your head in amusement. The scene did remind you of you right. "So I'm like the mom?"

"In a way, yeah." You chuckle at his words. "Oh. Cool. I always thought I was like, the tag along." Jeno smiles his adorable smile and shakes his head. "You're a part of the dreamies as much as all of us." His words make your heart melt. Why was Jeno the epitome of perfect?

"Sorry to interrupt you love birds, but we're leaving like, right now." Jaemin's voice causes you to wake up from the trance that was Jeno. "So soon? We've only been here for 30 minutes." You pout at him.

"Actually, it's been like an hour."

"Are you for real?" You and Jeno question him in synch. "Yeah, I'm for real. Come on, or Renjun is gonna convince Mark to drive off without us."

The second stop was very basic. It was a McDonald's. You guys were there to eat, yes, but there was also a meaning behind the destination. You eight came here when you went through your first break up and needed someone to comfort you. Despite the embarrassing situation, it helped all of you open up to each other and grow closer as friends.

"How is Min-" You give Chenle a glare, making him quiet down. "We don't say that unholy name in this Christian household."

"We're in McDonald's." Jisung says. You cross your arms and huff. "And what about it?" He looks at you weirdly but doesn't decide to say anything.

Jeno walks over to you all, holding a tray with everyone's orders. "Oh are we talking about Mi-" Your sharp glare quiets him down, just like it did Chenle. "Never mind then. Who's hungry?"

The third stop was a movie theater. The first time you all went to watch a movie together, it was wild. It turned out that no one wanted to watch it on that day so you ended up with the room to yourselves. That same day you realized how much you loved the seven dumb boys. They made your days so much better, they made watching a movie so much better. Of course you told them this and the dreamies being the dreamies, constantly teased you about it. But you knew that they loved you too.

"So what movie are we watching boys?" A spew of answers were heard immediately after you asked your question; it was amusing how easily they could argue with each other.

Jeno coughs loudly and manages to quiet everyone down. "Today is a day dedicated to Y/N, I think we should let her choose."

"Y/N's boyfriend to the rescue once again!" Donghyuck yells. "Hyuck, I will actually choke you this time." He smiles teasingly, almost as if daring you to. "Whatever. Y/N what do you want to watch?"

You shrug. Honestly, you didn't know what to watch. "I'm fine with whatever you guys are watching." Chaos began once again and it caused Mark to sigh loudly. The sight made you laugh. He was like a grandpa.

"Venom it is!" How they agreed with each other that quickly? No clue. At least their bickering ended.

The fourth and final stop was a bit farther from all the other ones, it was an hour drive. It was mostly spent with you eight of you jamming in the car to old music, you wanting to choke Donghyuck, Jeno being cute, and a few 'I have to pee's here and there. Nonetheless, it was fun and it was making you dread the day of your departure. Moving away from your best friends is obviously going to be painful, but you all have been through a lot together and you don't think you're going to make friends like them.

"We're almost there, Y/N put on the blindfold!" Before you could protest Chenle was already wrapping the blindfold around your eyes. "Now let's throw her out of the car." Renjun's words made you stutter. "Huh?"

He laughs and quickly tells you he was kidding. Yet another thing you're gonna miss. The car slows down and eventually stops altogether. "We're here, don't take off the blindfold off though." Jaemin says. One of them grabs your hand and helps you out of the car, and when you're out you have a feeling of where you are.

The feeling of the soft ground under your feet, the scent of salt water and the sound of the waves crashing against each other gave it all away.

The blindfold is taken off and your suspicions are confirmed. You were at the beach. "Why are we here?" you ask softly. Renjun smirks and looks to your side, where Jeno stood. When you look at him you can see a blush on his face. He breathes in sharply before grabbing both of your hands.

"Around a year ago or so, us and all the hyungs drove all the way over here for a little barbecue. It was nice, I enjoyed spending time with everyone but there was one part that I enjoyed more than anything else...an event that still plays in my mind when I'm with you." You gulp and wait for Jeno to continue.

"We were away from everyone else, sitting together beside the shore and I don't recall everything that happened, but whatever happened it lead to...us sharing our first kiss."

The memory came back to you and you remember the events that took place. It was the day you realized how much you liked Jeno. You always have, but on that day you were certain it wasn't a simple school girl crush that you had.

"Yeah I...remember that." With everyone watching you two, you were extremely nervous. "I guess what I'm trying to say is- I think I love you."

The pink on your cheeks darkened, making your face a dark red. "Oh god." Yup, you liked Jeno way more than you should. You loved him. "W-What?" The anxiety on his face made you smile. He was too cute.

"I think I love you too."

"Oh my god they're going to make out everyone look away!" Laughs erupt from Renjun's joke and this time you wanted to choke him and not Donghyuck. "I think we should let them be alone." Jaemin offers.

Despite wanting to be all up in you and Jeno's business, they agreed and walked away from you two. "So...what now." You chuckle and shrug. "I wish you'd have told me sooner. I'm leaving in like 3 days..."

"I know, I just didn't want you to leave not knowing how I felt." You remove your hand from his and place it on his cheek. "Usually in movies, this is the part where we kiss."

Jeno grins, "I'd love that."

[everlastingcaptainswan]

Mark Your Calendars (3/13) Modern AU 

Summary: 12 holidays. 2 stubborn people in love. One very interesting year.

Ao3       FF 

Chapter Three: St. Patricks Day 

“This damn holiday is just an excuse for people to drink and make jokes about irishmen,” Liam groans when he enters Killian’s apartment with Elsa trailing behind him.

“Ah come on its fun, brother,” Killian says shutting the door behind the couple. Liam just grumbles some more while Killian changes out of his work clothes quickly.

“I thought you were going to be ready when we got here,” Liam shouts to his brother through Killian’s closed bedroom door.

“I was supposed to be, but criminals don’t respect the end of my shift. Dave and I had to chase a suspect through Central Park,” Killian shouts back.

“A likely story,” Liam grumbles starting to pace around Killian’s kitchen. Killian pulls on a pair of black jeans and the shirt he bought for the occasion.

“Why do you care if we’re on time tonight anyway? You’ve made it clear you don’t want to go,” Killian points out, opening the door to his bedroom. Elsa chuckles when she sees Killian’s shirt.

“Killian, you can’t wear that!” she says through her laughter. Killian is wear a bright green t-shirt that says kiss me I’m Irish across his chest in white lettering with a white shamrock in the middle of his chest. Liam just rolls his eyes then glares at his brother.

“I can and I will, Elsa.” She just shakes her head.  

“You bought that just to piss me off,” Liam crosses his arms. Killian just smiles. Liam’s right, he definitely bought this shirt just to piss him off. Liam has never been shy about how much he hates this stupid holiday. Killian doesn’t really care about it one way or another, but it’s definitely fun to push all of his brother’s buttons.

“I might have, but your reaction is definitely worth it,” Killian smiles at his brother.

“Let’s go and get this idiotic night over with,” Liam groans.

“If you keep complaining then you are going to be the designated driver for the night,” Killian tells him with all seriousness. All color drains from Liam’s face.

“You wouldn’t dare make me be sober with all the idiots out tonight,” Liam says.

“I’ll tell Mary Margaret you volunteered if you keep this up,” Elsa shakes her head. Liam exchanges shocked looks with both his brother and fiancé. Valentines Day was a busy night all around for the Jones brothers. That night was the first time of many that  Killian and Emma had sex. Liam and Elsa got engaged. By all reports it was entirely cheesy, Liam proposed in a goddamn horse drawn carriage ride through Central Park.

“This is nice my fiancé and my brother ganging up on me,” Liam says throwing his hands in the air.

“Honey, you’re being a bit of a downer,” Elsa says taking his hand in hers. He just frowns, but stops complaining.

“Come on, let’s go. We’re definitely going to be late now,” Killian chuckles while pulling on his coat.

“Fine,” Liam says before opening the door for Elsa. Killian thinks tonight is going to be very interesting.

Despite Emma’s usual hatred for most holidays she actually likes St. Patrick’s Day. It’s fun and gives people an excuse to go out and drink. Also, a lot of people do stupid shit on this holiday in a couple weeks there are usually a lot of people skipping out on their bail. It’s good for business and a good night out, so there’s not much to hate there. Although tonight there is one wrinkle in going out. Killian will be there.

Since Valentines Day they just keep falling into bed together. Emma has tried to stop because god sometimes she can’t handle how well he knows her or how he looks at her. Sometimes this whole thing between them scares the hell out of her. It’s not like they’re dating though it’s just sex. At least that’s what Emma thought until about a few days ago… Emma pulls on her underwear and his t-shirt before climbing back into bed. Killian brings her into his chest.

“Swan, we gotta talk about something,” Killian says his voice serious. Emma’s heart stops in her chest. While there are times they still fight she really likes sleeping with him. More than she’ll ever admit to anyone who asks, but then that would require someone to know about them. Elsa gives her a lot of knowing looks, but Emma hasn’t confided in her since Valentines Day. In fact she likes Killian more than she ever thought she would. They start to get to know each other better in the quiet moments after sex.

“Okay, what?” she asks carefully.

“When are you going to let me take you out on a date?” Killian asks with a smirk. Now, Emma can hear her heartbeat in her ears from how fast its beating.

“I-” she starts her eyes searching his. She hates that she can feel the panic raising inside of her. Emma wants to be a normal blushing girl when a guy asks her out, but the simple fact is she’s not. She can’t help thinking that in the back of her mind that he’ll leave like all the others.

“Stop. I don’t need an answer now. You tell me when you’re ready. I’m not going anywhere,” Killian tells her. His thumb sweeping back and forth across her cheek before he kisses her.

Emma feels guilty, she wants to give him an answer. She wants to tell him that despite their years of fighting she actually likes him. Every time she tries say something along those lines it stops on the tip of her tongue. She’ll tell him soon, definitely soon.

Emma glances at the time on her phone and curses. She’s late and Mary Margaret is going to be pissed with her, although she should really expect it at this point. Emma’s always late to all the holiday bullshit. She grabs her phone and wallet before running out the door.

By the time Emma gets there the bar is packed and Mary Margaret has managed to get their large group a table big enough for all of them. Emma’s sure that Mary Margaret glared at people until they left the table while David stood behind her. Emma is the last person there from their group. David and Mary Margaret are at the head of the table. Dorothy and Ruby are practically sharing one chair. Elsa and Liam are staring at each other lovingly, one of Liam’s arms thrown over the back of her chair. Kristoff has an arm wrapped around Anna, who is engaged in an animated conversation with Killian. His eyes meet hers when she walks in and Emma swears her heart stops at the look he gives her.

“Emma Swan, while I’m not surprised you’re late you could try to be on time,” Mary Margaret scolds her. Emma rolls her eyes.

“Maybe next time, Mom,” Emma teases her. Mary Margaret just sighs and hands Emma a Guiness.

“I ordered for you. Go sit down,” Mary Margaret orders her. Emma accepts it and looks for the only open seat. Of course it is next to Killian who is wearing a bright green shirt with the words kiss me I’m Irish sprawled across the chest.

“Jones, you’re seriously wearing that in public?” Emma snorts as she sits down.

“Yes, I am. I also want you to know you’re not the first person to comment on my lovely shirt,” he says puffing out his chest. She rolls her eyes. They may be sleeping together, but they are still their normal bickering selves around their friends. They agreed to not tell anyone just yet. They have a nosey, at times annoying group of friends and Emma needs time to figure out how she feels. She doesn’t want anyone else in their business for now.

“Lovely isn’t the word I would use for that shirt, but whatever you say,” Emma raises an eyebrow before sipping her beer.

“Are you two going to argue all night?” Anna asks, annoyed.

“Anna, those two don’t know how to do anything else,” Liam teases them. Killian just glares and Emma chuckles. If Liam only knew that Emma and Killian could do a great more than argue. For instance Killian is excellent with that tongue of his.

“Well can you please try not to?” Anna asks them. Killian just laughs shaking his head.

“No promises, Anna,” Emma shrugs and Anna just sighs. David stands and taps his glass getting everyone’s attention.

“Look we all wanted you guys to come out tonight for more than just celebrating this dumb holiday. We have something to tell you,” David shouts over the noise in the bar. He places a hand on Mary Margaret’s back, looking down at her. She smiles and returns the same loving, adoring look to David.

“I’m pregnant!” Mary Margaret cheers and the whole table explodes in congratulations. Killian wolf whistles and Liam springs up to bring David into a hug. Emma gets up and finds Mary Margaret, who brings her into a bone crushing hug.

“You could’ve told me it was important to be on time because you had big news,” Emma shouts.

“And ruin the look of surprise on your face? Never,” Mary Margaret chuckles. Liam buys the table a round of shots minus Mary Margaret of course. Once they sit back down again Killian pinches Emma’s ass when no one is looking.

“What the fuck was that for,” she hisses, murder in her eyes.

“Swan, you’re not wearing green of course,” he winks at her. Oh so he wants to play this game with her? He won’t win.

“Just because you can’t see it doesn’t mean I’m not wearing it, Jones,” she whispers her voice sultry. Killian chokes on his beer.

“Still can’t see it, Swan,” he replies when he recovers.

“Maybe you haven’t earned the right to see it yet,” she says challenging him. Killian leans in and stares deeply into her eyes.

“You sure you want to play this game, Swan?” he whispers, in order to make sure no one can hear them.

“You’re on,” she whispers and he nods before leaning back. Everyone gets pulled into an ER story told by Dorothy. Killian’s hand slides onto Emma’s knee underneath the table. Killian starts tracing lazy circles onto the fabric of her jeans. Thess subtle, little touches want her needing more. When his hand moves up her thigh as high as he’ll dare she knows she needs to make her next more soon. The smirk on his damn face indicates the bastard knows all too well what he’s doing to her.

Emma slips off her leather jacket to reveal a tight gray tank top, her cleavage in full sight. Killian’s hand slips off her thigh, leaving him looking a little fuck struck. She smiles and goes to the bar with Ruby to retrieve shots for the table, making sure to sway her hips. Emma can feel Killian’s gaze on her and she knows she’s winning.

When they come back to this table Killian is blushing and everyone is looking at him expectantly.

“Oh what did we miss?” Ruby asks excited.

“Liam asked Killian if his girlfriend was coming tonight,” Elsa says with a smug look on her face. This almost causes Emma to drop the shots she’s holding.

“I don’t have a girlfriend,” Killian tells the table. The girls pass around the shots and down them quickly.

“Oh yeah those hickeys just appear magically overnight, huh?” David snorts. Liam nods in agreement. Emma likes leaving her mark on Killian and well he hasn’t complained as of yet. Emma slips back into her seat quietly, not sure where this is going.

“So, you’re seeing someone?” Mary Margaret asks.

“Oh come on, Jones doesn’t date. One night stands are more his style,” Emma says coming to his rescue.

“Oh Emma be nice,” Mary Margaret scolds.

“No, Swan’s right. I’ve just been lucky lately,” Killian shrugs and Elsa shakes her head.

“Whatever you say, brother,” Liam shrugs and the conversation moves on. Not long after Emma excuses herself to the restroom. That was a close call. It’s not like she’s embarrassed of him or anything, but if everyone knows they will be all up in their business every minute of the day. She just needs to figure out how she feels before that craziness ensues.

Emma comes out of the restroom and runs right into none other than Killian. His arm wraps around her waist.

“What the hell was that back there?” he asks her.

“I thought we weren’t ready for the group to know yet?” she asks confused.

“Oh right because I’m your dirty little secret, huh?” he asks his eyes searching hers.

“No, what? It’s not like that at all,” his hand slips off of her and steps away.

“You haven’t shown me otherwise. Emma, after Milah I can’t be someone’s secret again. I’ve given you space, but I need more than this,” he shrugs before walking away. Late one night he told her about Milah, the married woman he was with a couple of years ago. How terribly she treated him, how he thought they loved each other, but in the end it was just an affair to make her husband jealous. Emma had carefully listened and didn’t judge him for what happened.  

“Killian,” she calls out after him. Shit, she doesn’t want to lose him. He’s not a dirty secret, she’s terrified of her feelings for him because the only thing she’s ever felt remotely similar to this was all those years ago when Neal broke her heart. Then again this was nothing like Neal at the same time. Killian is a much better man than Neal ever was. Emma knows he’s not going anywhere, but she’s terrified to end up with a broken heart again, which may happen anyway if she doesn’t fix this.

Emma needs to fix this. With a plan in mind she storms after Killian. The rest of the table sees her coming before he does with their eyes wide. She grabs a fistful of his stupid t-shirt, pulling Killian out of his chair. She pulls him into her, kissing the hell out of him. It takes him by complete surprise and it takes him a moment to respond. He wraps his arms around her waist pulling her in closer. When they finally break apart everyone, but Elsa is staring at them with their mouths wide open.

“He has a girlfriend,” is all Emma says before sitting back down. Killian sits down and wraps his arm around the back of her chair. Before they can say anything else a flurry of money is exchanged between everyone. Elsa is making out like a bandit with a large grin on her face.

“You couldn’t have waited like a week to say that,” Ruby says to Emma handing over a twenty to Elsa.

“You all bet on us?” Killian asks shocked. Emma just laughs. Of course this group of assholes bet on them.

“You were pretty obvious. Especially tonight,” Ruby winks.

“Some of us didn’t think so,” David says with his arms crossed. Mary Margaret leans closer to Emma.

“He was convinced it was someone else,” she whispers to Emma. She sends an apologetic look to her brother. Killian kisses Emma’s cheek before getting up and walking over to David.

“Come on, Dave. Let’s go for a walk,” Killian says patting his partner’s shoulder. David glares, but stands up following Killian out of the bar. Outside in the cold night air Killian turns to his friend.

“I’m not going to apologize for being with your sister or not asking for permission or something else ridiculous. Although I will apologize for how you found out. I wanted to tell you myself,” Killian explains.

“You think that’s what I am mad about?” David huffs, crossing his arms. Killian just raises an eyebrow and nods.

“I’m not mad for some overprotective bullshit, Emma can take care of herself. I’m mad cause I’m your partner and you didn’t trust me enough to tell me what was going on. What else aren’t you telling me?” David asks him, his anger boiling over.

“David, it’s not that I didn’t trust you. You know Emma with her sky high walls I was trying to get her to trust me and let her figure out how she felt. I’m sorry that I hurt you,” Killian tells him. David sighs.

“No, I get it. I should be glad that you were being considerate of her boundaries, just no more secrets okay?” David says hands on his hips.

“No more I promise,” he says patting David on the back before heading back inside.

The rest of the night goes smoothly, well as smoothly as a big group of drunk friends trying to get home can be. Killian and Emma decide to walk home apart from their friends. Hand in hand they head back to Killian’s place.

“So you’re my girlfriend, huh? We haven’t even gone on a date yet,” he teases her.

“When you asked to take me out I wanted to say yes, but I just-” she sighs, shaking her head.

“How about a redo?” he asks and she nods, “Emma Swan, will you go out with me?” Emma stops walking and pulls Killian in for a kiss. It’s sweet and soft. Their lips glide over each other, his tongue working its way into her mouth. His hand finds its way into her hair. They break apart and lean their foreheads against each other.

“So was that a yes?” he chuckles. Emma pulls back and kisses his cheek.

“Yes, it was. Come on, Jones. You still need to see a certain green garment I’m wearing for this stupid holiday,” Emma says with a sly smile. She slips out of his arms and starts to walk away from him.

“Little minx,” Killian says before running after her and scooping her into his arms. Emma laughs and buries her head into the crook of his neck.

[shuakkinda-blog]

Vernon crushing on you !! // scenario

a bullet-point scenario featuring the legendary meme, Vernon/Chwe Hansol !!

Send in requests for scenarios and reactions on my page if you’d like to :)

- Hansol yall

- this guy is a literal dork but he doesn’t always show it

- on stage he’s kinda cautious and uptight

- but he’s suuuper funny and genuine off stage

- and I guess he’s kinda like this when it comes to his crushes

- he’ll be super serious at first

- but once his crush breaks the ice for good

- she better get ready for a shit ton of moments with

- not just vernon

- but with our legendary memesol too ;)

- ENOUGH OF THE INTRO NONSENSE, ON WITH THE SCENARIO !!

- you’ve been an intern at pledis for a couple of months now

- and during those months you found this one svt member that you really really really click with:

- PPU PPU BOO SEUNGKWAN

- you love his sass and he loves how you react to it

- the conversations you guys have are just so interesting too, and they’re nEVER quiet

- he’s practically screaming and making a fool out of himself whenever he’s with you because he loves hearing you laugh

- Seungkwan is so full of energy whenever he’s around you like

- he’d be practicing a extremely difficult dance in the practice room with the rest of svt and feel like he’d rather die than get the moves right

- but then you’d walk in and Seungkwan would spring from the dead like

- “HEY GUYS GET UP WHY ARE WE SO TIRED LET’S JUST DANCE THIS BS BECAUSE WE CAN C’MON NOW!1!!1!!!!” IJE WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKEE UP

- and the rest of svt would groan and want to slap the shit out of him for interrupting their much-needed break

- anyways, knowing how much !positivity! and !motivation! you guys bring into each other’s days, the two of you choose to hang out often

- and a lot of his fellow group members would think it’s because Seungkwan is crushing on you

- but it’s not that

- it’s just one of those super duper close bff connections ykno

- your amazing friendship with Seungkwan is probably one of the best things you’re getting out of the internship

- ONE of them, just wait ;)

- and although you know that the other svt members find Seungkwan’s attitude is 5x more annoying when he’s with you

- you didn’t know your friendship was really starting to bother a particular member:

- “Hansolieeeee~” Seungkwan comes barging into the practice room to see Vernon sitting by himself on the floor, back leaning against the wall mirror

- “mm?” Vernon hums but doesn’t look up from his phone. He knows the loud voice can only be Seungkwan’s

- “wanna go get some bubble tea? Like right now?” Seungkwan grins widely, but his positive gesture is met with a dull response

- “I don’t know,” Vernon’s eyes are still glued to his phone

- “come on,” Seungkwan pulls on one of Vernon’s arms. “It’ll be fun because-”

- “y/n will be there, I know,” Vernon huffs

- “you never hang out with us,” Seungkwan pouts. “Why can’t you just give today a chance?”

- “you go have fun with your little crush. I’ll be here,” Vernon says coldly

- “HANSOL, FOR THE LAST TIME, I DON’T LIKE HER LIKE THAT,” Seungkwan gets defensive

- “and you’re my best friend. I can’t just leave you here like this...” he looks down in guilt

- “well then go have fun with your new best friend then,” Vernon says as his eyes avoid Seungkwan

- (now a lot of us would expect Boo to get offended by this statement and sass the living shit out of Vernon)

- (but nah)

- (in fAct)

- Seungkwan snickers. “Is my best friend... jealous?”

- “I’m not, I just...” Vernon struggles to make up an excuse

- “HAH YOU’RE SO CUTE, JEALOUS OF SOME GIRL HUH...?” Seungkwan collapses and rolls on the floor, dying of laughter

- Vernon doesn’t respond and keeps busy on his phone

- “okay okay, I’m sorry,” Seungkwan collects himself again. “But for real, I can’t replace someone like you. Ever. You’ll always be my best friend, and no other person can say otherwise.” VERKWAN FEELS YO

- “just please, I’d love to hang out with the two of you guys. I think you’ll get along well... I mean there’s gotta be a reason why I’m so close to both you,” Seungkwan justifies

- Vernon contemplates for a long moment

- “... okay,” he says hesitantly

- “AYYAYAY OMG OKAY LET’S GO LIKE RIGHT NOW BC Y/N IS WAITING OUTSIDE THE BUILDING AND I DON’T WANT TO MAKE HER WAIT SO LONG,” Seungkwan screeches says excitedly as he pulls Vernon off of the floor and onto his feet

- Vernon smiles as he gets dragged out of the building

- and upon arriving at the building’s entrance, he sees you casually waiting on your phone

- while keeping quiet, Seungkwan pushes Vernon closer to you, making you look up

- “uh hello, I’m Vernon,” Vernon smiles plainly at you

- “oh come on,” Seungkwan lightly punches Vernon. “She knows you and you know him. Don’t act awkward like that.”

- “call him Hansol if you want,” Seungkwan looks to you and pats his original bestie. “He’s usually not like this, so please forgive him, y/n.”

- “ah okay,” you smile. “Nice to finally hang out with you today! Seungkwan has told me a lot about you.”

- “same here,” Vernon replies and his smile grows a little. He points to Seungkwan “This guy just doesn’t know how to shut up when he’s talking about you sometimes,” he says as he nudges Boo in the gut

- you laugh. “I think he just needs to learn how to control himself in general,” you respond

- “ALRIGHT ALRIGHT, let’s not gang up against me so soon,” Seungkwan comes in between you and Vernon to link arms with the both of you. All three of you start heading over to the bubble tea cafe

- and during your trio date

- it’s pretty awkward at first

- but then you bring up something dumb or embarrassing that Seungkwan has done before

- and Vernon would be like

- “oh my god I thought I was the only one who saw him do that before.”

- “yeah I know, I can’t believe he actually sneaks his plush toys to the company building everyday. I always catch him talking to them when he’s alone. It’s hilarious.”

- “I know, right?” Vernon would laugh. “You know there was this one time he-”

- “OKAY THAT’S ENOUGH,” Seungkwan would have to shut up the both of you before he can be insulted any further

- and for the rest of the time at the cafe, you and Vernon are just snickering at each other every time Seungkwan tries to change the subject from something he can’t/doesn’t want to talk about lmao

- overall the bubble tea date turns out to be a great time

- while Seungkwan goes to use the restroom, Vernon leans over to your side of the table and asks

- “hey, if you ever need some more Seungkwan blackmail, I gotchu.”

- you shake your head and laugh. “I could definitely use some of those.”

- “yeah, if you give me your number, I can send you a few right now if you want,” Vernon smiles and holds out a hand, which you place your phone in

- as he’s entering his contact info into your phone, you spot Seungkwan returning from the restroom

- “hurry hurry,” you lean over to Vernon. “He’s cominG.”

- “okay, aaaaand done,” he smiles as he finishes up filling out his profile

- he quickly slides your phone back to you before Seungkwan can spot the suspicious activity

- on the way back to the company building, you and Vernon are separated by Seungkwan once again

- but as Boo chats away, you send your new friend a text

- you: “now would be a great time to send some blackmail, don’t you think?”

- upon receiving the text, Vernon looks to you, then to Seungkwan, then back to you

- a huge smile flashes across his face and he begins typing away at the keyboard

- Vernon: “you right” “hold up”

- Vernon: <img231>

- OH MY GOD this is g o l d, you think to yourself as you try to hold back the laughter

- you: “YO I DIDN’T THINK THEY WOULD BE THIS GOOD”

- Vernon: “like I said, I gotchuu”

- Vernon: <img257>

- and the two of you silently laugh at each other as the blackmail keeps rolling into your phone

- until

- Vernon: <img47747>

- Vernon: “WAIT NO I DIDN’T MEAN TO SEND YOU THAT ONE”

- you check the image and

(pic creds to topsy.one)

- you: “... I think this picture beat all of the Seungkwan ones”

- “HEY,” Vernon accidentally responds aloud. An embarrassed smile spreads across his face

- Seungkwan turns to the both of you

- oh shit, you and Vernon think simultaneously

- silence sets in for a moment

- “... ANYWAYS,” Boo continues his conversation with himself

- Vernon looks to you and silently wipes his forehead, mouthing the words “phew”

- you sigh in relief

- Vernon: “my bad omg”

- you: “it’s okay Seungkwan won’t suspect anything this early on”

- you: “he’s super oblivious to everything when he’s on chat mode”

- Vernon: “damn it’s like you’ve known Seungkwan for as long as I have lol”

- you: “lmao I think he’s just super predictable”

- Vernon: “naw, comprehending Seungkwan takes talent”

- Vernon: “and lots of patience”

- and the two of you kinda start of your meme friendship from there how beautiful :’)

- Over time, you guys text more, and then texting leads to talking irl, and then meeting up a few times a week

- and it just comes to the point where the both of y’all are practically ditching Seungkwan for your own hangouts lol sorry boo

- the both of you become so comfortable with each other to the point you can freely unleash your inNER MEME SELVES and it’s gREAT LMAO

- all you guys do together is secretly take pictures of other people around the building and make memes out of them I’m so mean I’m sorrY PLEDIS

- and on most days you’d snap pictures of each other and text them as end-of-the-day (aka i-kind-of-miss-you) messages aw

- one day, Vernon’s gonna be hanging out with you and trying to take pictures of you off-guard without catching your attention

- he wouldn’t check them until the end of the day, when the both of you text each other for your nightly meme exchange is that even a thing?? o o p s

- he’d look through what he managed to capture from earlier

- but

- all of the pictures he took of you

- they’re not off-guards

- they’re bomb ass candid photos

- you’re smiling, laughing, looking at him, just being super genuine in the moment

- and Vernon just thinks:

- why is she so... perfect?

- he smiles as he swipes through the pictures over and over again

- but then another thought hits him:

- do I like y/n?

- also:

- shit what am I supposed to send her today?

- then a text notification comes in

- you: “hey where’s the daily dose of my memeself??”

- Vernon: “uhhh... none today, sorryyyyyy”

- you: “wth did you not take any?”

- you: “whatever I have shit load of memesol from today anyways. ENJOY <3″

- and as you’re sending the pictures you took of him that day, Vernon isn’t even checking any of them

- he’s looking through all of your photos again and griNNING LIKE THE CUTEST KID OMG

- Oh god I do like her...

- wait what the hell am I supposed to do no-

- “wHATCHU GRINNING AT THERE,” Seungkwan sticks his nose into Vernon’s buisness

- “n o TH In G,” Vernon’s eyes widen as he shifts away from Seungkwan and turns off his phone

- “I’m not dumb, Hansol. I saw you scrolling through those pics of y/n,” Seungkwan laughs at him

- “they’re just nice pictures, that’s all,” Vernon tries to cover it up but his blush gives it away

- “mmhmm, ‘nice pictures’ my ass,” Seungkwan isn’t buying it mY FAVORITE PART OF SEUNGKWAN IS...

- “and your smile isn’t like that all the time, I know you,” Boo adds. “It’s really cute right now, and that says a lot.” VERKWAN I TELL YOU

- “okay, fine. You caught me,” Vernon gives up. “But it’s not like anything is gonna change because I like her.”

- “actually,” Seungkwan clears his throat. “knowing you so well comes with the duty to inform you with all of the dumb things you’ll do that’ll make your crush obvious to y/n. May I?”

- “Oh my God,” Vernon smiles and rolls his eyes

- “Oh and by the way,” Seungkwan leans over to Vernon and whispers. “If you don’t make it obvious, I will.”

- “SeungkwaN.”

- “Okay fine, I’ll try not to,” Seungkwan replies. “AnYwAyS...”

- IT’S CRUSHING HABIT ASSESSMENT TIME WOOT !!

- Seungkwan’s right when he says that Vernon will be doing things that’ll make his crush obvious to you

- because for one, he’s gonna have to discontinue that end-of-the-day meme exchange because he’ll just be snapping really cute candid pics of you instead:

- you: “okay memesol, don’t disappoint me today” 

- you: “where’s the y/n meme I’ve been waiting for?”

- Vernon: “sorry I ain’t doing that anymore”

- you: “wait really?”

- you: “bUT WHY?”

- Vernon: “Idk I haven’t been getting any memeable pics of you lately”

- you: “wdym? my natural look is an ugly meme”

- Vernon: “it’s not and that’s the problem”

- you: “... whatchu tryna say then, bud?”

- you: “WAIT A SECOND”

- Vernon: “gn dork”

- and although he may seem pretty calm about hinting here, he’ll probably slap himself in the face a couple of times for slipping up

- Vernon would also stop making jokes about you that insult your personality because whY would he insult something he loves so much about you?? do you hear me screaming?

- but don’t worry, meme time with memesol will still be fun because he’d still be willing to make a meme out of himself for you not like he has any control over that anyways lol

- also, he’d be super blushy whenever you guys have accidental skinship moments nkadbkadfbsd

- like even the slightest touch of your hand would trigger him, and he’s definitely one to stutter afterwards

- last crushing habit he’d have would be fuCk tOns of eye contact omg

- and it’s not just your casual, everyday eye contact

- I’m talking about the kind of eye contact that stares you down to the very core of your s o u l

- okay maybe not that deep, but Vernon’s eye contact with you would just be full of admiration

- trust me, he tries to pay attention to the conversation, but when he looks into your eyes, he gets so thrown off and it’s kinda of cute:

- “hellO, earth to hansOl???” you’d say and wave a hand in front of his face

- “ah, sorry, I was kinda-” Vernon scratches the back of his head

- *cue Vernon’s really shy smile that brings tears to every human*

- and sad enough, sometimes you’ll mistaken this constant staring for lack of interest and/or tiredness:

- “dude, are you alright?” you ask with a concerned face. “you seem kind of tired...”

- “aw no no I’m fine really. I’m just-” Vernon tries to snap out of his daze

- “hey, if you want to go relax or take a nap instead of hearing me blabber about nothing, I totally understand,” you explain. “Your schedule doesn’t always come easy, and I want you to rest if you need to.”

- “no y/n, really I’m fine. I love talking to you, and you know that. And even if I was tired, I’d still want to talk to you.” 

- Vernon begins to blush and so do you

- “ah, I’m sorry if that didn’t come out the right way. But you get me, right?” he laughs nervously

- overall, Vernon is a pretty shy crusher, but he wouldn’t be any less of a meme for you while he’s crushing so don’t worry

- now when it comes to confessing, this guy would want to make it short, simple, and all planned out in his head

- but hey, that’s probably not gonna happen because we caN’t forget about Seungkwan in this equation !!1!1!1!1

- so one day you’re eating dinner with verkwan peacefully when all of a sudden

- “it took me awhile to realize that you guys have been hANGING OUT WITHOUT ME FOR SOME TIME NOW,” Seungkwan bursts his bubble. “CARE TO EXPLAIN?”

- “uhh... you’ve just been really busy I guess?” Vernon shrugs

- “Hansol, wtf we have the same exact schedule for god’s sake,” Seungkwan snaps

- “I think it’s all the meme-ing we do,” you laugh and say in an attempt to save your side with Vernon

- “yeahh. We like to play around with memes a lot and we just thought... you know... you might not be too interested in all of it???” Vernon smiles timidly

- “mmhmm, suUUUuuure. Like anyone said I would rather hang out with myself than listen to you guys talk about memes all day,” Seungkwan says sarcastically and rolls his eyes

- before you could justify your point any further, Vernon’s phone rings

- “oh, sorry guys,” he gets up from his seat. “Let me just take this call.”

- you and Seungkwan watch Vernon leave the table and walk away

- and once he’s out of sight...

- “okay, y/n,” Seungkwan looks you dead in the face and leans closer from the other side of the table. “What’s the deal with you and Hansol?”

- “why? Are you jealous of our friendship or something?” you laugh at him

- Seungkwan shakes his head. “No no, I don’t have to worry about that because I know you can’t replace MY spot as his best friend. What I’m trying to ask is...”

- “... are you guys dating? BehiND my baCK?”

- your face goes red

- ofc you guys aren’t dating

- but the fact that Seungkwan is suspecting it makes you think about how suspicious your friendship with him looks

- do we really look like a couple?

- “w-what? No, what the hell, Seungkwan,” you try to cover up your flustered appearance

- “I mean,” Seungkwan scoffs. “If you two are gonna hang out without ME, there’s obviously gotta be something going on...”

- “It’s funny you think we’re dating because I don’t see any reason why he’d like me like that,” you say as you fake a smile and play around with your food.

- Seungkwan stares at you in silence for a moment

- and then he laughs

- hystererically

- like he’s about to fall of his seat

- “yo are you okay, Boo?” you ask the dying fellow

- “no no no, I just-” Seungkwan tries to catch his breath and wipes the tears from his eyes. “Oh my god, y/n.”

- “what’s going on with you???” you say with concern

- “no, I should be asking you that question,” Seungkwan collects himself.

- “I don’t get it,” you reply

- “y/n, I hate to spoil it but how are you not picking up on Vernon’s obvious crush on you? What is going on with you?” Seungkwan smiles widely

- your face lights up at Seungkwan’s words

- does he... really like me?

- “Are you being serious right now?” you ask for reassurance

- Seungkwan sighs. “Hansol has been liking you for awhile now. And I know he really likes you because he doesn’t even talk to me about it. He tells me almost everything, but nothing when it comes to you.”

- “And that just tells me that you really mean something special to him.”

- “I mean pff, not as special as me but you know... pretty close,” Seungkwan fakes a hair flip

- you shake your head. “I don’t want to believe you,”

- Seungkwan’s eyes widen. “Wait why no-”

- “but for the record, I’ve definitely liked him for awhile,” you cut him off

- Seungkwan smiles but his face contorts at the sight of Vernon coming back. “Good to hear, but looks like your ‘boyfriend’ is walking back riGHT NOW, SO ACT NATURAL.”

- “SEUNGKWAN HE’S NOT MY BOY-”

- “Y/N SHUT UP HE IS- OH HEY HANSOL, WHAT’S UUUUP?” Seungkwan sweats nervously, but Vernon doesn’t suspect a thing

- so after the dinner at the restaurant, the three of you walk back to the company building so that you can head home to your apartment from there

- but the boys agree that it’s too dark outside for you to walk alone

- and of course Seungkwan, being the slick one out of the bunch, complains about one of his feet hurting and insists on staying behind at the company building actor kwan at his finest

- so it’s just you and Vernon walking together

- and although you guys usually talk comfortably

- the walk home was different

- no one says a word

- it’s pretty awkward

- the both of you are busy thinking

- “alright,” you say at the foot of your apartment building. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow like usual?”

- “yeah, that’s... that’s fine,” he rocks back and forth on his feet. “Like usual.”

- after exchanging “good night” greetings, you proceed to enter the building, but

- “I like you.”

- the words fall out of Vernon’s mouth quietly

- You turn around and see Vernon standing in place, but he’s staring at the ground

- “I don’t believe you,” you say

- “w-what?” Vernon looks up to you again

- “I said I don’t believe you,” you repeat yourself

- “what? Why not?” Vernon says in confusion

- you sigh

- “you would’ve looked me in the eye and told me so.”

- after processing your words, Vernon walks up to you with his eyes down.

- and after lifting his head up to see your eyes only inches away

- he tilts his head and presses his lips against yours

- and at that moment, you believed his words

- realizing how cheesy the moment is, you both giggle into your kiss

- the two of you say to yourselves...

- how did I fall for a dork like you?

[two-friends-read-hp]

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: Hermione’s Secret

Good God Snape, can you stop being obsessed with revenge for five minutes?

Well since Snape treats any other student like shit, yes you could say he treats Harry like any other student

Aww look at that, for the first time, all three of them are in the hospital wing together

What is the remedy for facing a dementor for someone who really doesn’t like chocolate?

Lol, Madame Pomfrey just stuffing chocolate into Harry’s mouth to shut him up and then shoving him into bed is hilarious, sorry Harry

Poppy Pomfrey is a nice name

I wonder what compelled Dumbledore to go to Harry and Hermione to fix this, like, what made him believe Sirius? Did Sirius turn into a dog to show him the truth? That if he’s an unregistered Animagus, then the possibility of Pettigrew being one is also high? Did the expression of grief or remorse on Sirius’ face convince Dumbledore? Will we ever know?

I cannot believe that Hermione, the brightest witch of her age, just FORGOT she had a device that could manipulate time… I get that a lot of stuff happened tonight, but like, when she was lying in the hospital bed at least, couldn’t she have remembered? Was she panicking too much to remember? Ok, I’ll give her that… she is only human, and also a child

Oh snap, they went from the hospital wing to the deserted entrance hall… but how? Does it take you back to where you last were at that specific time? Isn’t that bad for when you’re trying not to get caught by your other self?

Wooow, so all that stuff happened within three hours?? They weren’t passed out for too long I guess, or all that other stuff happened pretty quick and they were passed out for a couple of hours

I love how Dumbledore had full faith that they’d pull off this insane plan… I suppose he literally had no other option, and he himself couldn’t do it

Gosh, I wonder how many times Hermione has done third year then… that’s basically what this means right? Going back in time and re-using the same hours

I love this Harry Hermione quality time adventure… this is actually one of the things that made me think that they were going to end up together lol

The map of Hogwarts that they provided at the start of the book is proving itself very handy now

Lol yeah, I still don’t know how they pulled off the Buckbeak rescue thing, especially since they had to wait for the ministry people to see that Buckbeak was tied outside ‘...”That gives us about sixty seconds,”...’ lol

OH, I just realised! What if Dumbledore already saw them saving Buckbeak? So maybe that’s how he knew that they were meant to be the ones to follow through with this plan!

Wait a minute… if he saw them he’d have just assumed that it’s the regular Harry and Hermione, not the future ones… ah let’s continue and see if we find any more clues

Wow, the stakes are really high with this time-turner… people have ended up accidentally killing their past/future selves! And McGonagall gave it to Hermione! I know she’s smart and responsible and all… but she’s also thirteen

OK, IT’S TIME GUYS! GO GO GO

I can’t believe I never noticed that the executioner’s name is Walden… that’s such a dumb name lol

OH OK! So Dumbledore saw that Buckbeak escaped somehow and when he found out what happened at the lake, he realised something was up and it probably had something to do with the time-turner! So that’s what convinced him… things that had already happened

It’s very difficult to wrap my head around it lol… how have people with time-turners not gone crazy? Why didn’t McGonagall just tell Hermione that she couldn’t choose all the subjects and had to just make up her mind already? Especially considering the amount of energy she’d have to use

Aww this time they could hear Hagrid’s words through the sobs

‘... Hagrid, I could do with a cup of tea. Or a large brandy…’ LOL I like that they used the same words for the movie

Gasp! Harry thought he saw his dad? His dad who is dead? But… how can that be?? Dun dun duuuuun

Harry kept beating around the bushes before he finally told Hermione he thought he saw his dad for good reason because then Hermione reacted with alarm and pity

I always feel sad when he’s trying to explain to Hermione that he’d seen photos of his father and the person at the lake looked like his father

Aww… he’s  so hopeful that he could’ve seen his dad

We learn so much about James in this book

Ok so they were in the tree for over an hour, that means they were passed out for a fairly short time, how long are people usually passed out for?

TGFH

Oh… I see... They had to do it before Sirius was given up to the dementors because if they knew that he was gone, they’d have failed the mission, so they had to go back in time before that happened so that they could have a chance of saving him… does that make sense? Like, they didn’t know what the outcome was going to be, and with that in mind, they were basically free to do whatever they could to save him because they didn’t know if they were going to fail or not. With Buckbeak, Dumbledore knew they’d succeeded, and keeping that in mind, he had to tell them to save Sirius too before he accompanied Fudge to give Sirius up to the dementors… I get it now

I suppose the takeaway here is that whatever you decide to do now, that’s what matters the most

OH WOW OK, so I guess I keep remembering the movie and forgetting the book lol, they absolutely avoided a terrible fate with the werewolf very quickly there… good thinking Harry

Oh yeah… whoever had sent that Patronus is going to show up soon!

GUYS GET READY IT’S THE BEST PART

Here it is, he’s waiting for someone to come, waiting for someone to save him, but no one’s coming...

Oh? He’d seen himself you say? And he mistook himself for his father??

The only person that could save him, was himself… it’s a lesson that we are stronger than we think and able to overcome more than we know, it’s such an important lesson!

I also love that Hermione was like, “don’t do the thing I told you not to do” and then he does exactly that lol, I suppose it’s what saved him and he’s lucky that he’d basically passed out, so he didn’t see exactly who saved him, but also he realised that he’d already seen himself do it so it was instrumental in a way?

It was a stag? Interesting…

Prongs!

I like that they didn’t tell us what James’ animal form was earlier… finding out this way is infinitely better

And in a way, his father did save him through himself

Oooh, about to get ripped apart by Hermione!

It must’ve been really hard to knock on the window while Buckbeak was flying

I like how Sirius is at a loss for words and they’re just like, ‘can you hurry up and escape already? THEY ARE GOING TO KILL YOU SIRIUS! Jeez!’ LOL

I also like that Sirius asked about Ron… aww

They did it!

Chapter 22