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k3rm1e · 4 years ago

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Hi!!! Can I be ♠️ anon?? Also can I request a chaotic bench trio scenario where they decide meet up and decide to do a cooking stream?? Thanks!!

hello!

Hi!!! Can I be ♠️ anon?? Also can I request a chaotic bench trio scenario where they decide meet up and decide to do a cooking stream?? Thanks!!

hi! of course you can!

summary: you and ranboo fly from america to meet up with tommy and tubbo!

cw: cursing

bench trio meet up:

you had finally done it. after months and months of staying inside and waiting for something, you were finally able to do something. meeting up with what the fandom called “the bench trio” was a far-away dream of yours. being kids, it was more difficult to travel, especially with covid. but finally, here you are… in a humid airport lobby waiting for tommy and tubbo to come pick you and ranboo up. the two of you had just spent over 5 hours in an airplane in close corridors with the others on the plane.

“RANBOOOOoooooooo! MY HUSBANDDDDDDDddd!” you both perked your heads up. a short teen with dark hair was barrelling towards the two of you at top speed, dragging a taller blond male behind him. the two boys stopped at about a foot in front of you. after a few seconds of confusion, realization set in. tommy and tubbo were right in front of you!

“holy shit! oh my god, it’s you guys!” both of you stood up and hugged the others with some inaudible noises muttered. tubbo’s poor parents stared at all of you as you screamed.

“let’s go to the car!” and so you went. tubbo began posting instagram stories with the two of you. tommy tweeted out “why the fuck did my best friend leave me for this” follwed by a photo of ranboo in pajamas with the mask and glasses on. as tubbo’s parents drive you guys to his house, there was a lot of screaming. severe regret of life choices was beginning to set in.

the moment you arrived at tubbo’s house, he had begun planning. after about two hours of fixing yourselves up, making sure you looked like living human beings and not empty, fleshy shells, he had started stream.

several variations of “hello chat” were yelled out. “say ‘hi!’ to today’s guests chat. guests’ say hello!” tubbo was much too energetic considering the time.

a very unenthusiastic “...hi chattttt” came from you, tommy and ranboo.

“chat, do you wanna know what we are making today?” he stared at the camera, before directing the question towards you “what are we making today? tell the chat what we are making today.”

“i don’t know what the fuck we’re making today tubbo, as this was not prematurely discussed with us.” tubbo stared at you with immense disappointment. silence ensued. the awkwardness was like poisonous gas.

“we are making brownies! but not just any brownies…”

“DRUG BROWNIES” was shouted out by tommy.

“NO” tubbo once again gave the disappointed face towards you three. “we are making brownies, with COOKIE DOUGH on the bottom, OREOS in the middle, and BROWNIES on the top! in other words: s l u t t y b r o wn i e s !”

“i love when my brownies are sluts PogChamp”

“tommy, how dare you slut shame the brownies. shame on you. you fucking misogynist.” you stared dead-pan at tommy and watched him go into stuttering shock.

“right, tubbo what do we do first.” ranboo asked him with false excitement.

“thank you, ranboo. ranboo my beloved.”

and so the baking began. taking out bowls, you separated the brownie mix and the cookie mix. tommy and tubbo were working on the cookie mix while ranboo and you made the brownie mix.

“while i go measure out the vegetable oil crack the eggs into the bowl please.” you instructed ranboo to do.

walking away, you suddenly heard a quiet “on no…” coming from behind you. “RANBOO WHY IS THE SHELL IN THE MIX.”

he stuttered for a few seconds before yelling out, “I CAN'T SEE THE BOWL WHILE WEARING THE GLASSES” he stared miserably at the bowl as you ran over to pick out the eggshells.

“would it make you feel better if i got you a bag of spaghetti, ranboo?”

“yes thank you tubbo”

and soon enough there was spaghetti added to the brownie mix. after layering the cookie dough on the bottom of the pan, putting oreos on it, and covering it with brownie mix, it was time to put it in the oven.

“ok chat, for now we can just talk and listen to music until they’re done.”

“now gimme the aux!” tubbo screamed and put on cash by love-sadkid.

“CASH CASH MONEY MONEY BABE THAT'S JUST ALL I’M WORRIED ‘BOUT-”

after about thirty minutes the brownies were finished and had been cooled. After ranboo cut them into squares, you each got ready to take a bite.

“one… two… THREE!” let’s just say the spaghetti was an interesting addition.

i hope you like this! I haven’t really written in this form (ie like a cohesive story type thing) in a while so sorry if its bad ^^;

also here’s a link to the song tubbo put on: cash by love-sadkid

#♠️ anon #mcyt x reader #tubbo x reader #ranboo x reader #tommyinnit x reader

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dawnwriterimagines · 5 years ago

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Stay with Me: Luther Hargreeves (2)

Request: Vanya hurts the reader instead of Allison; Luther and the others find them and the reader is dying. Lots of Angst!

Warning(s): Lots of Angst, Blood, Grief, etc.

"Can't you drive a little bit faster?"

Luther leaned in from the backseat, impatiently looking over to Five, who clutched the steering wheel. Already hitting over 90 on a small road off the highway that was probably only permitting anything below 30 on the speed limit.

"Ask me again," Five sighed. "And I'll burn you with the cigarette lighter."

Luther huffed, sitting back into his seat, glancing between his brothers. His palms were sweating, his hands were shaking, something was wrong, he needed you, he needed to know you were okay. "I just--somethings not right. Can you just press on the gas?" He said now, visibly alittle more lenient, just worriedly staring out of the window. The sun had set and stars were igniting the dark purple sky, it was your favorite time of day, when you could see the stars.

Diego glanced at his brother, before tapping on Five's seat. "How much longer?"

"No more than ten minutes, tops." Five then complied with Luther's wishes, pressing his foot down on the gas pedal until the car was going well over 120.

Luther visibly relaxed, closing his eye's for a moment, then opening them. He balled up his fists, the audible crinkle of paper stopped him however, he straightens and looks down before taking the narrow pieces of paper from his sleeve. His expression softens, he stares down at the tickets he had bought not too long ago, to Paris. Maybe if the world wasn't ending, you two could finally...live, together. He wouldn't disappoint you this time.

He pocketed the tickets before clasping his hands together, painfully squeezing to get rid of the burning feeling setting in his chest.

●

Allison's eyes were cloudy, swollen from crying for hours, she gasped out as she hauled your limp body another inch before collapsing. She had been able to get your body out of the house, but every move only pained you further, she finally collapsed as you begged hoarsely. "Allison, ally! Please," you wheezed, breathlessly, crying silently as blood continued to seep through your fingers. "Stop," you sucked in a breath.

Allison fell to her knees, a loose cloth from the couch pressed into your bloody chest, she whimpered lowly. "I-i'm s-s-sorry," she winced at every sound that flooded her throat, stopping with a hand over the side of her neck where she was bleeding profusely, her eyes dropping as she began to feel dizzy. She groaned, then looking down at you, where your eye's had began to dull, staring upwards. "N-no, (y/n), d-don't--" she leaned over her sister, stroking your cheeks to coax you awake, your vision fading in and out.

"Ally..." you muttered, a thin strand of blood ran down the side of your left nostril, your eye's crossed and Allison took your hand, holding it tight to her lips as she gathered you in her arms. "Where's--where's....V-Vanya," you struggled to say the words, your body spasms faintly, pain blossoming through your limbs as your toes go number and your legs lay limp.

Allison presses her lips together, closing her eyes at the mention of their sister, who betrayed them, who hurt the both of you. How could you still be concerned for Vanya's safety of all things when she left you like this? She doesn't answer, she can't. First, because she's physically incapable with the slice to the throat and secondly she had no idea where Vanya was now, but her first guess would be they were going back to Harold Jenkins place.

She instead, strokes the sides of your face, shakily wiping the blood from your chin and along your paling cheeks. She didn't want to lose you, she couldn't, you've been with her through everything. What would she tell her daughter? Who adored you, who she had made her Godmother, what would she do then? God, what would Luther do?

Allison let out a sob, hugging you to her chest, she couldn't even stand, they'd never make it to the car, you couldn't even take a step without crumbling. She couldn't just leave you either, she'd never do that, so she waited and as your breathing labored, your body shivering as blood pooled around the wooden planked flooring. Allison leaned her head against yours, her mouth opening and nothing left, she grimaced at the vibrations she had tried to create. But, she needed to try, she needed to let you be ok, "I--I heard...a r-r-rumor..." she could see your eye's begin to cloud over, a white glaze that washed over your pupils. "...that y-y-you...you're gonna be fine. You're gonna...gon' be o-ok," your eye's were glazed over, but she wasn't sure if it was from her power anymore.

The night air blew through her curls as she leaned over you, panting heavily as her eyes grew heavy, she stroked the side of your face. Your lips curved up fairly try before dropping, your skin was so pale, so cold now. "N-no...! No, please," Allison cried out as she felt her wound tear, but she still begged as she now laid beside you. Her hands shook you to stay awake, sniffling as she knew you didn't have much time left. "I'm--I'm sorry," Allison breathed, laying her head on your shoulder now, her hand pressing down weakly on your bleeding chest. She could hardly breathe, taking one painful breath after the other, and all she could do now is lay here with you until you were found.

It was moments later, Allison was on the verge of blacking out, when there was a sudden shout, a vibration along the wooden boards up to the both of you.

Finally...

●

The car came to a halt as the lights of the cabin illuminated the area, but Five narrowed his eyes driving up closer as there was no car in sight. "Harold's not here."

"What are you talking about, this is the place," Klaus brought up the police report copy, Five rolled his eye's, waving it off.

"Yes, I know that. But there's no car, Allison's call isn't here either." Five drove up further.

Luther sighed impatiently. "Well they have to be somewhere, let's go inside, maybe there's clues!" He hastily opened up the car door, just as Diego caught sight of the porch.

"Oh, god..." He breathed before pushing the door open and running towards the cabin.

Klaus finally could see and follwed. "Oh no!"

Luther rushed to the cabin, Diego racing towards the steps in front until he caught sight of the scene in front of them. "No...no!" He cried, pushing past Diego and collapsing to his knees in front of your limp body. "(Y/n), (y/n) hey, baby," he raised you up in his arms, your head limply hung to the side. "No, no! Please, (y/n)," his eyes burned at the sight of your bloody, broken body. His right hand shaking as it held the soaked cloth over your bloody middle, your breathing was so faint. "Oh god, oh god, oh god please, no! No!" He held you close, breathing heavily before lifting you in his arms, your skin was so cold, your eye's fluttered open.

Klaus came up, his eyes reddening, mouth agape at the state of his family, he was leaned over Luther, a hand on his shoulder, until the man began rushing back to the car. "Wha--oh shit, god no. Oh je--we have to get them back to the house!" He leaned over Allison as Luther took you to the car, his body shaking as he struggled to keep himself together.

"I couldn't--, I couldn't--," Allison gasped out, her eyes crossed in exhaustion as Diego carefully lifted her, Diego shushed her, quickly making his way to the car as Klaus opened his side door.

"We know, we know. It's gonna be ok, Allison," Diego assured her as he climbed into the car.

Five was already behind the wheel, pressing down on the gas as his own eyes blurred with angry tears, he couldn't stop his family from getting hurt, he came back to save them! And he couldn't protect them! He stepped on the gas, turning the wheel forcefully, they needed to get home and fast!

During the car ride, Luther ripped away his coat and wrapped you in its stifling warmth, hoping to keep you warm, but your body still shivered. He rubbed your shoulder, while your body was tucked into his chest as you sat across his lap, "We're heading home, you're gonna be ok, baby," he said, using his left hand to hold his coat in place over your chest as a desperate attempt to stifle the blood loss, the other caressing the side of your face. "Hey, (y/n), baby, look at me. You can't close your eyes ok?" He tilted your chin up, your head leaning on his shoulder, "You don't have to talk, ok? Just listen, stay awake," he tried to hold himself together, his body was shaking, he didn't know what to do or how to fix this.

All this blood. His pants were warm, his hands are sticky with your blood, draining from your body like a running faucet.

"Come on, (y/n)," Klaus turned in his seat, feigning one of his go lucky smiles Luther used to hate so much, "I thought you wanted go hear about my therapy session last week? I'll tell you now, that man was a mess, he spent more time talking about his problems more than my own. But then I took his, um, his car! And pawned it," Klaus produced a half-hearted laugh, you visibly produced a breath of humour, causing him to continue. "But, ya know I didn't make much, it was a rusty old thing, barely worth a grand."

"You're...hopeless..." You breathlessly spoke.

Luther adjusted you in his arms, relaxing slightly, happy to see you could still speak at least. He was thankful for once, for Klaus' humour, having never truly appreciated it.

Klaus leaned against the seat, his eyes on your pale skin and darkening eyes. "Yeah, yep, I am," he snickered lightly, his expression flickering as his eye's watered once more. "Yeah, you're right. But, I said it first."

You hummed, amused as Klaus laughed faintly with you.

Diego then pitched in, holding tight to Allison, who had her hand tightly looped with yours. "(y/n), hey, sis," Your eye's flickered over to Diego, "I still got a few tricks to show you, ya know. You're shit with the knife still," he said, turned away from you, snickering lightly while you snorted weakly.

"Gee, thanks," you breathed, a smile settled on our face. "Your...teaching is...just bad,," you finished, than humming a laugh as Klaus and Luther chuckle while Diego gave you a half-hearted glare.

Five looked up through the mirror. "Keep her up for ten more minutes. We're almost--," he looks at you, your eyelids fluttering. "Hey! Hey, (y/n)," Luther rubs your shoulder, coaxing you up. "We're almost home," he says directly to you, as calmly as he could.

You nodded, a faint movement he hardly caught.

Everyone tried to keep you up, Luther trying to hold himself together as you soon stopped talking altogether, only blinking or a light smile to show you were listening.

Then, you stopped responding, your eye's were still open so Klaus had assumed you were listening. All of a sudden, you stilled, Klaus paused, Allison sitting up after a few seconds and putting a hand over yours. When you didn't give any indication of response, she panicked, shaking your arm and that's when everyone realized what had happened.

●

"We're safe here for a bit," Leonard said, putting his keys on the table, shrugging off his coat.

Vanya stepped inside his home, numb as her hands were stiff with dried blood, her eyes with bags from the long ride and constant reminder of her betrayal to her sisters. Her body shivered with each step, her cheeks stained with tears that had gone on for hours.

"Can't stay long," Leonard continued, unfazed by the previous events. "We've gotta pack our things," he said.

Then fully turning to Vanya, her silence as she stared at her feet, "Vanya," he walked over to her, "Vanya," he said again, she didn't answer, she couldn't, a dead stare into a void he knew she must must be haunted by. "Let's clean you up." He took her hand, looking at the blood crusted along her hands and her clothes.

She followed him to the tub, when he ran the water, she sat down inside, the warm water did little to ease her. Even as Leonard--or was it Harold-- washed her bloody palms with a rag to the soothe her shaking bones.

"Your family," Leonard began, "they'll be coming for us soon," he said. When she said nothing, only still looking forwards, lost in the repeating memory of you falling in her arms, blood flooding your chest. "It's ok," he breathed against her. "You don't have to worry, we're a team now." He assured her. She blinked at the word, her eyes blurring once again with tears.

"Vanya! I made you this!" You ran down the hallway, clad in your umbrella academy costume, everyone was on their way to a mission. You had a mask in your hand, one exactly like everyone else's, Vanya hadn't received one before because she had no power at the time.

Vanya remembers being so emotional about it, tearing up so badly that she couldn't put the mask om right away because she'd just drown her own eyes in her tears. You gave her a walkie-talkie and shook one of your own in your hand, "Now, you can help me on missions!" You revealed, grinning widely. Wiping Vanya's eye's, you helped her put her mask on. "There! Now we're a team!"

"Take the fight to them," Leonards voice broke her out of her memory.

She spoke. For the first time in hours, "Why would they be coming for me?"

Leonard chuckles softly, "Vanya..." he breathes. "You killed (y/n)."

A flash of what she had done hits her, she flinched before shaking her head. "No, I..." she started. "I lost control." She explained. "Everything just happened so fast." She couldn't stop herself, she hadn't even known what she had done until it was too late. It was an accident. They'd understand that, right?

"I know," Leonard says, running the rag over her fingers. "I know," he repeated. "It's not your fault. You were protecting yourself."

"Vanya, vanya, I love you!"

From what? What was she protecting herself from? All they wanted to do was help, all you wanted to do was help her.

"That's not how they'll see it," Leonard continues.

"No. I'll-- I'll...I'll explain it to them." Vanya nods to herself, trying to convince herself. "Uh, I--I just need to get to them and I--I need to explain it to them."

Leonard frowned, leaning over her. "They wanna hurt you," he warned, "I'm the only one on your side who understands...just how special...you truly are."

"... (y/n) understood." A tear escapes Vanya's eye.

Leonard hums. "But, she's gone now." He reminds her.

She's silent after that, silently crying harder.

"I've known you were special since the day we met. I see it now, just as she did , as I look at your face," Leonard insists. "But they don't see it. And the only other person who did, she's gone now. But I'm still here Vanya," Leonard rubs her hands of blood, "They never have seen it, Vanya. And they never will."

She looks down at the water, having slowly turned pink, she sniffles, accepting the hard truth, the lie masked within his words.

"Say it."

She shakes her head. "I can't..."

Leonard stops, looks at her, hard. "Say it for me."

She takes a slow breath, a word she had once craved now seemingly cursed in her eyes. "I'm special."

"Say it again." He instructs, a grin spreading across his face as Vanya only sunk deeper into herself.

"I've watched everything my siblings can do, ruin their lives!"

"I'm special..."

Leonard chuckles. "Now that wasn't so hard."

●

The car comes to a screeching halt in front of the Umbrella Academy, everyone immediately piling out of the vehicle, carrying Allison's body out and Luther holds you tight in his arms. But, he hasn't moved from his spot in the car.

It's been an hour since you had gone silent, stopped breathing. Five stayed in the car, behind the wheel, gripping the leather wheel tightly and he still hasn't let go, he didn't dare look back at the back seat to see your body laying there. Luther hadn't been able to let go of you, burying his face in your neck as he cried in agony as you had passed on.

Allison had passed out after you had gone quiet, unable to deal with the reality, everyone else was in shock, thinking maybe they could make it home or to a hospital in time. But, they were too late.

Klaus and Diego left with Allison to carry her inside, hopefully Pogo and Mom would be able to make quick work to help her.

Luther is inconsolable as he finally goes inside the academy after an hour, carrying you inside and setting you down as Mom confirms you had passed on, giving a mournful kiss to your forehead as she runs a hand over your hair. She closes the infirmary doors after she had given Allison her blood transfusion from Diego. Cleaning you up from blood, she changes your clothes before letting everyone say their goodbyes as she opens the doors.

Allison wakes up later on, sitting up, hoarse breathing in as she cups the sore pain in her throat, she winced at the bandage on her neck. She hums but grimaced at the pinch that traveled up her neck, she looks around before noticing someone else in the room, two people actually. One on a gurney like her and the other sitting beside the other woman, her eyes widen as she recognizes your (h/c) hair.

Luther is at your side, holding your hand close to his face as he leans against your side, the man clearly having never left your side. Allison gasps softly in the quiet room, breathing heavily as she realizes you're gone, Luther looks up, his eyes were so dull, defeated and filled with grief.

He slowly straightens up from his spot before walking over to the woman, Allison cries as she can't take her eyes off of your body, she can't believe that you're actually... She sobs inaudibly, her chest clenching in agony, Luther comes over taking his sister into an embrace that she gladly responds to.

"No..." she gasps out, "No!"

Luther only holds her tighter, masking his own tears as the two sit in silence of their grief.

●

Klaus bursts into his room, stumbling to his bed, throwing the pillows off of it before pulling out the drawers underneath his bed frame. His eyes clouded over as he sniffles harshly, a shaky breath leaving him as he looks around for those little red and white pills he knows are hidden somewhere.

"What're you doing?" Klaus doesn't have to turn around to know Ben is speaking to him, his ghost brother, who steps into the room behind him. Ben's voice is dampened with sadness, having witnessed his sister bleed out on the way home and watched her spirit cross over. He didn't wish death on anybody, nobody is ready for it, he couldn't believe you had gone so soon as well.

"What does it look like?" Klaus stammered, he hiccups before wiping a stray tear from his face. "I'm looking for drugs!"

"Don't do it."

"I'm done listening to you!" Klaus spins around on him. "Just go away! Go away, please."

"I like the sober you," Ben admits as Klaus returns to lookin for the drugs he had apparently hid from himself. He rips through the fabric of a stuffed animal desperately while Ben frowns.

"Yeah well, sobriety's overrated." Klaus pulls out a few bagged pills from the fluff.

"Look where it's gotten you, though!" Ben points out, Klaus having met up with Sir Reginald earlier, albeit not a very informative meeting but he did it.

Klaus looks at Ben, upset. "Well, where has it gotten me? Where has it gotten me!?" He demands, "Nowhere!" He throws his hands up in exasperation. "I can't talk to the person I love. People...still don't take me seriously! The only one who did..." he paused before looking away from his brother, his hands shaking as he thought of his sister. "I can't even see (y/n)...I couldn't even say goodbye, nothing!" Klaus puts his hands to his face. "I wanna be numb again."

#umbrella academy x reader #umbrella academy #luther hargreeves x reader #luther hargreeves #allison hargreeves #diego hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #vanya x reader

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solarwriting · 4 years ago

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try hard

— luke patterson

summary: luke falls for someone a little out of his league

genre: fluff

wc: ~1.3k

warnings: au where the phantoms area live and the whole shtick is really just holograms or something idk i just like this song a lot okay??? also me projecting as usual

♫ try hard — 5 seconds of summer

She's dropping out of school 'cause she don't need the grade, The colors in her hair don't seem to fade, I get dressed up when I go out but she gets dressed down She's 17 I've told her I'm 20

y/n sighed as she wiped the table, at least the band playing wasn’t bad. she ran a hand through her hair which was partially dyed a bright orange and watched as the band finished the set. the four bowed before the three guys disappeared. julie walked up to the table y/n was standing and and took the bottle of water she was offered. “so, are you ever going to explain how that disappearing act works?”

“i would tell you if i understood it fully myself, the guys know a guy.” julie answered with a shrug just as the three boys walked up.

“hi,” luke said looking at her, “i-i’m luke, this is alex, reggie, and it seems that you already met julie.”

y/n nodded, shaking the respective boys’ hands, “actually i used to go to school with julie.”

“oh, that’s cool. did you graduate early or something?” alex asked.

“no, i actually dropped out. you don’t really need a diploma to be an artist.” y/n shrugged, “anyways! are you guys excited to perform tonight? this is what, your second time here, right?”

reggie nodded, “i’m excited, but also really hungry. food, guys?”

“next door has great burgers.” y/n smiled, returning to cleaning the table as reggie nodded before rushing off, alex close behind him.

“i’ll be right behind you,” luke assured julie before she rushed of after the other two. “so, h-how old are you?”

“seventeen, you?” y/n answered walking towards the bar, dropping her rag into a bucket behind it.

“uh, t-twenty. why’d you drop out?”

“i want to be a makeup artist, maybe eventually i’ll be in set of a big movie but for now i work hear and sell paintings online.” y/n explained, untying the apron around her waist, “i have to go, pretty boy. good luck on your gig.”

“oh,” luke tired to speak but she was gone before he could even think of what to say. his shoulders slumped a he turned on his heel to find his bandmates.

She's got a rose tattoo but she keeps it covered, I play guitar but she's into drummers, She's seen my face around but she doesn't even know my name

”alex, who keeps blowing up your phone,” luke asked as alex’s phone went of for the third time.

alex smiled, laughing softly at his phone, “oh, it’s y/n. that girl from the orpheum. she’s getting a tattoo and has been sending me updates.”

“when’d you get her number?” reggie asked, genuine confusion on his face.

i ran into her like a week ago and we got to talking and now we text like, all the time. she’s actually really good at giving advice, she’s been helping me with willie.” alex explained, a blush dusting his cheeks at the mention of willie.

reggie laughed, he fidgeted with the tuning knobs on his bass as alex looked at his phone once again. “oh, we’re going to hang out after practice.”

“very cool, can we please get back to practing?” luke asked, annoyance radiating from him.

julie sat from her seat at her keyboard, “yes, practice.” she gave luke a questioning look before she began playing.

a knock came from the open studio door, “am i too early, alex?

“not at all, we just finished. how’s the tat?” he asked, sitting next to julie.

y/n entered the garage, “okay, it hurts pretty bad and my leg is now covered in plastic, but it looks awesome so i can’t complain.”

alex and julie both let out small laughs to that. y/n grabbed the strap of her bag, “so wanna go eat? you guys can come, julie, reggie?” y/n looked a luke who was messing with an amp, “um, pretty boy? sorry, i can’t remember your name.” y/n cringed slighty.

“it’s okay, it’s luke. and i’m good. i have to get home.

I pierced my lip so she thinks I'm cool, I ripped my jeans and dropped out of school, I followed her 'round the town but she thinks that I'm a weirdo now

luke walked the street towards the orpheum or more specifically, the tattoo and piercing shop near it. he may or may not have seen y/n post that she was there for another tattoo session. the bell to the shop ran and luke looked around before stopping in front of the counter, “how much to get my lip pierced?”

“fourty.” the girl in front of him looking lightly unamused answered, “follow me.”

she walked through a curtained door way, luke quick to follow. walking down the hall he saw her, y/n had her back to him. all of her attention was focused on her leg where a heavily tattooed man was working on coloring the rose tattoo.

he follwed the girl to the next room and sat down.

“do you want a ring or stud?” she asked as she washed her hands.

“a ring and on this side, please.” luke said as she prepped her supplies and in almost as little time as it took him to decide to do it, it was over.

“okay, that’s it. you can go back up front and i’ll ring you up.” the girl said disposing her gloves.

luke made is way back to the front and froze for a moment when he saw y/n holding her wallet laughing at something her tattoo artist said as he rung her up. “pretty boy!” y/n looked up, surprised, “what are you doing here?”

“got my lip pierced, felt like a change, you could say.” he explained, hoping he was being as cool as thought he was.

y/n laughed, “very cool.” she tucked her wallet back into her bag, “i guess i’ll see you around, pretty boy. bye, jay.”

the bell rang and luke looked at the man in front of him sheepishly, “s-she said fourty?” he offered the money to the man, jay, before leaving quickly.

But now, who knew? She's in the crowd of my show Nothing to lose, She's standing right in the front row The perfect view, She came alone on her own,

y/n cheered as she watched the band play, she stood in the front dancing along to the beat. she looked up at the stage a caught luke’s eye as he leaned down and winked. luke grinned, straightening himself back up before began singing the chorus,

“You're so out of reach, and I'm finding it hard 'Cause you make me feel, you make me feel, Yeah she makes me feel, she makes me feel It's obvious

“She's so out of reach, and I'm finding it hard 'Cause she makes me feel, makes me feel, Like I try, like I try, like I'm trying too hard,”

after the show, y/n sat at a table near the stage with a drink in hand and a smile on her face. “so,” luke came up behind her, “did you like the show?”

y/n stood up so she could be closer to eye level with him, “yeah. i think try hard was my favorite. very familiar.” y/n leaned closer to his ear, “if you wanted to go out with me you could just ask.” she trailed her hand down his arm as she walked away before getting pulled back by the wrist by luke.

he pulled her into him before grabbing her face and kissing her, his lip ring chilling her skin like ice. y/n threaded her fingers through his already messy hair and kissed him back with an equal enthusiasm. she pulled away slightly breathless, lips puffy, “i’m suddenly very glad i opted to go without lipstick tonight.”

she grabbed his hand, pulling him along. leading him to (eventually) her apartment.

#julie and the phantoms #julie and the phantoms imagine #jatp cast #jatp imagine #jatp alex #flynn jatp #julie molina #luke patterson x reader #julie and the phantoms x reader #5sos imagine #5sos #5 seconds of summer

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momo-de-avis · 4 years ago

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To everyone who sends me asks about their mental health, in particular ones concerning violence and abuse

With no trigger warnings, with absolutely no prior warning and no heads up whatsoever:

I am not a psychologist. And you guys need to learn that.

I normally try to overlook this. Normally, normally, it doesn’t bother me. Not always. Sometimes it does. But I just normally brush it aside. But it keeps bothering me still. I look the other way because, as always, I keep thinking people just have real problems out there, while here I am, you know.

(Some of you guys send me an ask beforehand asking like ‘Can I vent?’ and that’s actually pretty cool, I love that. Gives me the perfect heads up I need!)

Then came today.

I just turned on this website and read an honest to God such a violent ask without even a single “hello”. Someone just came into my page and poured into MY inbox their personal experience with violence. Did not ask me. Did not give me a heads up. And I need you to understand I am only a regular joe navigating through life.

What you just described to me is not something you randomly deliver to anyone on the streets. This is an online website I use to relax, occasionally talk about serious matters, but generally not a platform I use specifically for mental health issues. If you’ve been follwing me for a while you know that when I do post crap about that, I always used the read more thing and specify it in the tags, and though admittedly I am absolute shit at trigger warnings because I am shit at remembering to tag stuff (well, general organization competences tbh), I keep reminding you guys to not hesitate to coming into my inbox if you would like me to tag something that you deem reasonable.

But there are several blogs entirely dedicated to mental health.

But some of the stuff I get in my inbox is downright mentally exhausting. When I tell you’ve been asked in real life repeatedly how the fuck do I deal with the stuff I’m sent on here without breaking down, you know it’s reached a point.

And after the particular ask I’ve gotten that’s sitting on my inbox, I’m sorry but this is way too fucking much. You have to understand I am not a pyschologist. I love doing my best with helping, with providing what I can and being there for you guys, but certain topics are above the internet’s pay grade. I get my kick of fun navigating through r/relationships too but even there you see some shit that you just do not solve on the internet.

And I do not mean that you shouldn’t share these things online. Be free. Get a blog, go on reddit, you name it. But it is specifically haunting for me that you came anonymously into MY inbox and decided to, without even saying “hello” or even “I’m just going to vent”, like 99% of the asks I get, just drop an extremely violent story in MY inbox. To ME. No one else. What the hell am I supposed to do? Do you understand how powerless I am? Do you understand that I can virtually do nothing, and that you could have literally triggered a very dangerous reaction out of me by doing that?

I am not, in any way, eliminating your experience. It was incredibly traumatic, and I am so, so sorry you had to experience. But just to explain to you the extent of my impotence, I know in my heart there are serious resources, like associations, that can help you, but I don’t know them. I literally don’t know what to do. I hope you find the support and help you need, but I don’t know how I can do that.

Please, seek help outside. Real, professional help. I have literally spoken to my therapist about this because it’s gotten a bit out of hand in the past. She’s actually told me once: “Do you know why I do this job and you don’t? Because I studied it for six years, and you didn’t. That’s also why you do your job, and I don’t. I have training, and you don’t. It’s not easy.” If this isn’t an option, try finding communities that will listen to you, a friend, or write a journal. I am not joking. People think I am being condescending when I say “write a journal” but writing a journal literally saved my life as a teen. Buy a notebook and a pen and write a journal. Dead serious.

But stop and think for a second next time you go on somebody’s inbox and to just drop a story there.

I’m sorry for this, as I really really love getting anons, but I’m turning off my inbox for a while now.

#momo speaks

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shinymooncolor · 4 years ago

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okay L I S T E N H E R E... I follw you because I love your chats... I follow you because I wanna support whatever project you get up to in the future... I follow you because I like you... I follow you because it feels nice to see another bi girl and I feel silent solidarity... I follow you because why not? I like everything you upload and I enjoy bombarding you with asks... I hope you get better the SOONEST POSSIBLE because nobody's life should suck, never, ok ??????❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

😭🥺❤️ thank you!!! It’s better now. Got some quiet time and writing helps. Thank you

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hermanosreyes · 5 years ago

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Angel taking care of you when you’re drunk would include...

a/n: i live by ths gif of angel okay sue me. this is just expanding on one of the other ideas i had sent in to me so if you have any other suggestions send them my way <3 hope you enjoy

okay at face value this looks like the fucking worst idea ever?? like this is the blind leading the blind into fucking distruction

but im imagining this okay like maybe you’re not an avid drinker or you can look at more than an ounce of alcohol without deciding that they need to get absolutely hammered unlike the sadboys???

and like you’re never drunk at the club parties, i mean maybe MAYBE you get a buzz going on but you need to be sober enough to keep angel from hurting himself or like save him from his own dumb ass

but one day angel, whether it be in a half drunk state or in his classic sad boy pity party recovery but whatever it is he’s like i want you to have fun and get d r u n k too

and at first you’re like... e g h...? but angel is like excited about you being all cute and drunk and wanting to see you get a blushy and bumbly???

and you’re like then who is taking care of your dumb ass and he’s like I JUST WONT DRINK

and one of two things 1) you just both look at each other dead pan before starting to laugh because you know this shit is never happenng

or you like raising your eyebrow at him like oh really?? and he’s like fine fine i wont drink TOO MUCH

basically angel promosing to not get ~too~ fucked up

hes even going to be like ill bring you your fave alcohol, mix you any drink, anythINg

you looking at him suspiciously and being like...well... aLRIGHT ANGEL

god and that smirk would be to fucking die for and tbh you appreciate him trying to make sure that you feel comfortable enough to let loose a little

okay so cu T to the club party

and this part depends on y o u really

it could go two different ways like you could be a super light weight and you drink one drink and angel is trying but failing to not laugh his fUCKING ASS

or it could literally be angel watching you throw back drinks and you’re still more reasonable than he ever will be and he’s like ???? why are you not drink yet

“fuck, hermosa, you can really put them away"

but at some point when you’re talking to the girls or the crew or even with angel and your cheeks are getting a little bit more red, you’re giggling a little bit more, leaning on angel a little bit more

and at first he’s like oh shit oh shit it’s actually happening, she’s drunk??? but sees how cute you are and bam

protective angel goes into full ass protective mode okay could you fucking imagine

keeps his arms wrapped around her waist 1000% percent of the time like even if you’re able to stand up straight still he just wants to make sure

him going everywhere with you but imagine this okay like he needs to go to the bathroom and you’re being sleepy and stuff and wanting to stay on the couch and he’s looking around for someone to yell at to watch you but can’t and he’s like fuck okay just stay here i’ll be right back

and someone just like comes up to like ask you something or like idk and angel comes out an he straight up squares up to the guy putting himself between you and him and screaming

because he’s afraid of like someone hurting you when you’re like under the influence

fights the guy, doesn’t fight the guy depends on how drunk angel already is

but at the end of the day, both of you are just drunk together half the time giggling your assess off at random ass shit or making out in the corner

angel’s defense is that he is technically A BIT MORE SOBER because he’s big and his body can hold more the alcohol and shut up angel

also considered this; getting cross faded

falling asleep on top of each other on the couch

but i mean there are so many other things to consider depending on what kind of drunk you are

angry drunk: angel getting a semi watching a girl fight

crying drunk: angel running around yelling at ez to tell him how to make you stop crying because he’s grasping at straws

horny drunk: AHAHAHAHA its angel u already know

reckless drunk: angel follwing you around like n-n-no don’t do oh god picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder and ez laughing his ass off

silly drunk: you, angel and coco laughing because sad boys are also high af

and so so so much more

#mayans mc imagine #mayans mc #mayans imagine #mayans mc imagines

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omgnoteanotheremokidxd · 4 years ago

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Its been 30 years since the case of Jimmy. It's basically a forgotten legend by everyone. The legend goes, if you see an eyeless boy crying black tears, don't look at him, don't ask for his name, and if you can feel his presence, ignore him or else he will follow you. He will follow you until you say his name. Once you look into the dead black eyes of his, he will take your eyes and kill you. Its said that he was jealous of your eyesight, because he was blinded by glass shards. Nobody knows whether the legend was true, because if anyone new brought it up, they'd freak out and leave the conversation.

Its a normal day in a small town of 900 people. Most parents are at work while their children are going to the only hang out area, the skate park. It's mostly quiet and pretty much everyone knows each other, which means it's boring.

There was a boy named Ethan. He was a quiet kid. Ethan liked to go to the library and read old books and magazines. Sometimes he would dive into the news articles. His favourite topic was usually mysteries and murders, and one day, he came across a news article from 1990.

Young boy name unknown found bludgeoned, while left alone in his own massacre

His eyes lit up as he read the paper, he knew he had to do more research on this kid. No name, no listed parents or guardian, the only thing I have to go off by is this disturbing image... Whats with the black dripping from his eye sockets? Ethan thought to himself. He took the paper and walked up to the counter to see if the librarian knew anything of this.

"Excuse me, Ms. Marbles?"

"Good afternoon Ethan." She smiled warmly, causing the light wrinkles on her face to fold. "You got another paper there I see?" She said as if she expected him to bring one.

"Yeah, I was wondering if you knew anything about the boy in the image." He placed the paper on the counter to show her. Her smile quickly faded, as if she recognized him. "Sooo..?"

"Um.. I know nothing of him, now.. could you leave the library early, I... have to be somewhere.." she spoke in a monotone voice, which threw him off. He took the paper and just nodded.

"Okay uh, see you tomorrow then.." he walked out the door a little bit dazed. Maybe his image was too gruesome. Seeing an eyeless boy covered in blackened scars and a bullet wound in his head. All put together with a disturbing grin, showing tainted red teeth. After all, she is an elderly woman. Although Ethan couldn't get the shocked expression out of his head, which made him wonder if she did know.

Ethen decided to do more research when he got home. It wasn't a long walk, but it was sure hot out that day. He forgot that it was still summer break, only a couple weeks before school. He sighed, it may be a backwards opinion but he loves learning and studying every night. It made him feel smart, and knowledgeable. Even though he was considered the nerd, or outcast due to his love of books and lack of outings.

"I'm home mom!" He stepped into his house.

"Oh, just on time dear. Dinners ready." She said as she was setting the table. "How was the library?" She asked

"Well, I found another murder case unsolved. This ones pretty shady. The boy has his eyes removed and a bullet wound with a black substance seeping out of all his injuries." Ethan spoke excitedly. "It says there's no trace of the murderer or the main suspect. It says that the care taker-"

"Ethan. I want to hear no more of this story.." she slammed down the salad bowl, making Ethan flinch. "Understand!?!"

"Yes ma'am.." he said, before walking to his room. What so bad about this case? He's told her more intense stories in the past, what makes this one different from any other article he brought up? I don't understand. Ms. Marbles and my mom both had a similar reaction, where they both cut me off from telling the story... now I HAVE to figure out what the full stories about.

He placed his bag along with the paper on his desk before going back to the dining room, where him and his mom had chicken Cesar salad and mashed potatoes for dinner. It was quiet, usually Ethan would be rambling on about his current research and his plans on becoming a detective. But his mom said to not talk about it, so he finished eating early that night so he could jump on his computer and begin searching for more clues.

From paper numbers, to writers, to similar cases, dates and police involved, he couldn't find much relating to this case. He did find one similar case that happened at his school. The girl had her eyes removed and she was hanging from the ceiling of the old janitor closet. He also found an old sketchy website titled ISAWJIMMY.EXE which made him reconsidering the research because he didn't want his computer to be hacked or to catch a virus. He decided to look up I SAW JIMMY to see if he could find anything else other than the late 90s download file. Luckily, there was another website dedicated to him called I LOVE YOU EYELESS JIMMY where there were deleted or blurred images and videos of their apartment. I swear to god fans are insane. How would they get footage of Jimmy... He read the blogs one by one, most were just love notes and fan fiction, he rolled his eyes. Then he came across one that looked glitchy with a few letters missing here n there.

i|= you seę an eyeless boy crYying blæck tea?s, doÑ't l°ok at him, dØn't ask for his ≠am€, and if you can fe£l his presenTS=, ignore him OrReŁse he will follow y0u. He will follw you until YUO $ay hs name. Onc¿ you look intWo the dæd 3lack eyes of his, he will take yo|_|r eyes and kilLyYOou. I20s said tat he wase ¥ealous of your eyes!ght, ^^ainly becus he was |v|ourning for himself. The bo‰ was blinded by glass shaRDSss.

This was a little cryptic and freaked Ethan out. Although he thought there might be a message behind this. He decided to take the spelling mistakes and analyze them to see if there was a hidden message behind it. What he got was

|=ęæ¿ Ñ°Ø≠€£=Ł$¿æ3|_|20¥!^^|v|‰

It made no sense until he replaced the symbols with the letter replacements.

FearN0oneElSeBUtJimmy

This made the case seem more far fetched, He was about to give up on it. Though the message was weird, maybe he was alive yet? No, that wouldn't make sense because there's a picture of his body in the paper. He thought hard... he tried to think of a way the body could be missing, and yet get in the paper. He didn't want it to be a ghost or demon or whatever. There must be an explanation that makes sense. It could be photoshop. He did get the paper from the library, although that wouldn't explain the reaction from Ms. Marbles and his mom. He decided to leave it at rest for the night because he was getting tired. He put the paper in his bag along with his laptop and notebook, brushed his teeth and hair and went to bed.

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