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✨️Masterlist 1✨️

John Egan:

I'll come pick it up after / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / End /

Did you just kiss me?

Alright, bet!

Protect You

Back to black

Until you come back home / 2 /

Stop trying to feel everything

Inventor

Soft and prude

Small space

Run!

You want my jacket?

Kiss me before you leave

I hate / love you

Princess and the fool

I have a plan

You're like me, but better

New Girl

Never felt so...

Too Sweet

Chicken

Callum Turner:

Co- Stars / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15 / 16 / 17 / 18 /

Qué serà serà

Finals season

Joe Rantz:

Training / 2 /

Theseus Scamander

Young, dumb in love

Curtis Biddick

Daylight

Your idiot?

You have to live

Gale Cleven

Told you she was real

Who did this to you?

Robert 'Rosie' Rosenthal

Therapist

Ronald Speirs

Disguise

John Brady

Misunderstanding

Austin Butler

Fame / 2 / 3 / 4 /

[bumblesimagines]

let's do this again sometime.

i've never had sex in a car before.

Natalie Scatorccio

let's do this again sometime.

i've never had sex in a car before.

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

The car shook lightly when Natalie plopped back into the passenger seat, a soft grunt escaping her followed by a breathless laugh as she glanced in (Y/N)'s direction, her cheeks lightly flushed and skin glistening with sweat. The dark makeup she always wore had smudged around her eyes, making the color of her eyes pop more. She fumbled with her bra, adjusting the straps over her shoulders and craning her arms to reach around to clip the back. (Y/N) rolled the fogged window down, letting the heat escape the car and allowing the cool night air to slip inside, raising goosebumps along his skin as he pulled his jeans back up.

"I've, uh..." Natalie began, finally clipping her bra on and running her fingers through her messy bleached hair. "I've never had sex in a car before." 

"Yeah? How's your head?" He asked, reaching down to search the floor around his feet until he located her shirt, handing it over and watching the blush darken.

Sticking her hands through the arm holes, she shrugged. "Haven't had any complaints yet." Natalie grinned wolfishly and slipped the shirt on, adjusting it until it sat straight on her body before she slumped back against the seat. (Y/N) rolled his eyes at her response and shook his head, turning the engine on and feeling the car rumble to life. 

"Didn't mean to rip your tights." He said, hooking his finger through one of the holes in her fishnet tights and gently tugging on it. Natalie swatted lightly at his hand, rolling her eyes this time and clipping her seatbelt in. 

"It wouldn't be the first time." Natalie sighed, running her hand over the large hole where her tights had ripped near her calf. They had another, smaller hole near her thigh, though the place he'd torn them couldn't be so easily explained away with a lie about tripping. She reached for the radio, fiddling with the dials until she found a station playing rock. "Have you... done this before?"

"Done what?" He asked, reversing out of the secluded spot by the forest and driving out onto the street. Natalie toyed with the ends of her hair, eyes focused on the road. "Sex in a car or in general?"

"Offered to drive a girl home and then had sex with her in a car." A grin toyed on Natalie's lips but her eyes flickered around too nervously to make her confidence real. (Y/N) glanced at her, fingers lightly drumming against the steering wheel.

"I haven't hooked up with any of the Yellowjackets if that's why you're asking. Misty tried, I think... it was weird. My brother asked me not to, anyway. Said it could 'create unnecessary drama.'"

"Yet here you are."

"Yet here I am." (Y/N) echoed, his chuckle mixing with her laugh. "Don't tell him we did this, by the way. I don't think he'd ever get back in the car if he knew, and I definitely don't need another sex talk. The one my parents gave me was enough."

"My lips are sealed. Coach Scott won't hear a word about this." Natalie smiled, a certain relief etched on her face. She relaxed, nodding her head along with a song playing on the radio, something from a band she often listened to. Nirvana, or something along those lines. Her fingers moved down from her hand and began running over her tights.

"What's up, Nat?" (Y/N) glanced at her, slowly releasing his foot from the pedal when the light in the distance turned red. Natalie pursed her lips slightly and turned toward him, her eyes studying his face before she spoke with a hint of nervousness in her tone.

"Let's... let's do this again sometime."

[scary-noodlesblog]

Quotes From My Discord Friends Retold By Creepypastas Part 3

Yes my friends and I have actually said these

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*BEN playing COD* who just sharted in their mic?

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*Jeff singing Sabrina Carpenter's "Please Please Please"* dont you embarrass me fuckermother

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BEN: Demonologist are you down Jeff?

Jeff: hang on Im committing tax fraud

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Jeff: why is your asshole puckered?

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Masky: your teeth arent supposed to touch your balls. Thats bad for your teeth...and your balls.

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BEN: bro my titties be bouncing today

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Eyeless Jack: WHY ARE YOU KITTEN LICKING A TACO BELL QUESA-RITTO

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Slender: please wipe the blood off of your back before you sit on my couch

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*Jeff following a Bob Ross painting video* you should've said that earlier Bob, thanks bestie

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Jeff: *still painting* this makes me want to drink

BEN: Bob Ross makes you want to drink?

Jeff: yes

BEN: be a happy little tree

Jeff: fuck happy little trees

Eyeless Jack: remember, every painting is where Bob hid a body 😁

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BEN: Jeff you take it in the ass you're a freak too

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Part 4 will exist whenever I have more quotes from my friends 😂

[lixzey]

Ive had this idea in my head for a while now and i just had to tell someone 🤭❤️

So y/n is siblings with regulus and sirius, and regulus and them are twins. They had a good bond with sirius before he ran away and then they werent alouwed to talk to him anymore because of there mum. But a few weeks after sirius left he came back to get a few things that he really wanted to keep . But when he and the marauders sneaked in he found there mum toruring regulus and he was screaming and crying and stuff, while y/n was laying there unconscious and bleeding a lot and then you can continue :) ( also if you want make it james x reader at the endddd)

Love your stories sm ❤️

warnings: use of the cruciatus curse, mention of death eaters, mentions of blood.

safe and sound

ONE TWO THREE

Oh, all that I did to try to undo it. All of my pain and all your excuses, I was a kid but I wasn't clueless. Someone who loves you wouldn't do this.

All of my past, I tried to erase it, but now I see, would I even change it? Might share a face and share a last name, but we are not the same.

December 25th, 1976

You hated Christmas.

Not because you despised the holiday, really, but because you hate what happens during the holiday.

Your parents would always gather up the whole family at Christmas; it was a tradition that originated with your family’s ancestors. You and your brothers were forced to wear itchy dress robes and needed to be on your best behavior. For as long as you can remember, the Black family Christmas gathering was a load of hippogriff dung.

You spent the whole day mingling with your older cousins, which you absolutely dreaded each and every time you had to spend time with them, especially Bellatrix. You already had to spend every day seeing your cousins at Hogwarts, and the last thing you wanted was to spend Christmas with them too.

The only sensible cousin you had was Andromeda; you loved her like a sister, but she wasn’t welcome in the family anymore since she married the muggle-born Ted Tonks. You missed her dearly, but you still exchanged letters from time to time, you still preferred Andromeda's company rather than Narcissa's or Bellatrix's.

The gathering went well—at least the first half of it.

You were sitting on your bed, peacefully reading a book, when your mother called everyone to the Black family library. You were confused; your family never used the library for gatherings this large. You reluctantly make your way up to the library, goosebumps littering your body as eerie silence enveloped the whole house. When you opened the doors to the library, your eyes visibly widened. 

All of your family members were already inside, along with masked figures in dark cloaks—death eaters—standing in a circle around another hooded figure. Before you even knew what was happening, your eldest brother, Sirius, was thrown into the middle of the room.

“He is ready, my Lord.” Your father, Orion, bowed in front of the hooded figure—the Dark Lord. “He is sixteen, just as you requested.”

“I requested nothing, Orion. I required him to be at least sixteen and willing to join in the ranks of my death eaters.” The Dark Lord’s cold voice echoed in your ears, sending shivers down your spine. “I do not intend to use the Imperius curse on every last follower into understanding and obedience.”

“Perhaps a little persuasion is useful, my Lord?” Bellatrix purred lovingly at the Dark Lord, making you want to vomit right there and then. Voldemort raised a hand, and your cousin’s crazed laughter echoed throughout the room, her wand aimed at Sirius. “Crucio!”

You felt sick to your stomach as you watched in horror as your brother’s screams rang in your ears. Sirius looked defiant, refusing to bow down to the Dark Lord. You felt paralysed, unable to move or do anything to help your brother. Tears started to sting your eyes. You wanted to scream and shout. You wanted to grab your older brother and just run away from all of the madness.

You suddenly felt arms wrap around your shoulder, the familiar warmth enveloping you despite the horrors in front of you. “Starlight, look at me.”

You looked up, meeting your second-eldest brother’s soft eyes. “Reggie…..” 

“I know, I know, just don’t let your guard down, okay, starlight?” Regulus whispered, kissing your forehead as he hugged you tighter. “It’ll be okay; Sirius will be okay.”

You watched helplessly as Sirius thrashed on the hardwood floor, screaming as the curse coursed through his body. Despite Regulus’ assurances—which you knew were pointless—tears flowed down your cheeks as you hoped that this was all just a bad dream. Sirius didn’t deserve any of this.

 “Crucio!” 

Still, Sirius did not break.

“He’s stubborn, Orion, Walburga,” Voldemort sneered, his red eyes glinting in the dim light. “Perhaps we should instruct the boy on the consequences of defiance.”

“Never!” Sirius screamed as he struggled to breathe, blood spilling out of his nose from being knocked over by the cruciatus.

“The young heir must be taught a lesson.’’ you heard your uncle Cygnus say, earning the laughs of agreement from everyone else.

Sirius panted heavily, licking blood from his lip before spitting it onto the rug. “Never….in a million….years.”

“Crucio! Crucio!” Bellatrix was clearly eager to hurt Sirius, enjoying the sight of your brother writhing in pain under her mercy. It made your blood boil; you wanted to just rip Bellatrix’s throat out of her neck.

“Kill the spare.” Voldemort’s snake-like eyes landed on you and Regulus. Your skin crawled as you felt the gazes of everyone in the room fall on you and your brother.

“No!” Your mother screamed and fell to her knees in front of the Dark Lord. “My Lord, I beg you, kill this traitor instead.” She gestured to Sirius's shaking, bleeding, sweating body. “Regulus and Y/n are as noble and pure as you could ever require. My better children will willingly seek your approval and bear your mark as soon as they come of age.”

Suddenly, everything went silent. You could hear your own heartbeat pounding in your ears. Every breath you took was a struggle as you waited for Voldemort's decision. Finally, he turned his gaze away from you, causing you to release the breath you didn't realise you were holding. The tension in the air was thick, and it felt like no one dared to move.

After what felt like an eternity, Voldemort spoke. “Very well, I will accept your offer. Bring them once they are of age. Do what you please to punish this Gryffindor.”

Regulus had his hand intertwined with yours, giving it an assuring squeeze. “It’s going to be alright, don’t worry.”

As Voldemort's followers, along with your family members, filed out of the room, you quickly rushed and kneeled down beside Sirius’ trembling body, pulling him into a hug, tears streaming down your face.

You choked back tears as you tilted his head so that he could look you straight in the eye. “Siri, look at me,” you choked out, your heart breaking at the sight of your injured older brother. “Open your eyes, please. Sirius, please look at me.”

“Hi, my little starlight,” he rasped, his grey eyes slowly opening to look up at you.

“You’re alright, I got you, you're safe,” You kissed your brother’s forehead, the taste of blood sticking to your lips. “Reggie,” you forced yourself to say through tears. “Help me take Siri back to his room.”

Regulus quickly nodded as he helped you and Sirius out of the library, his arm wrapped around Sirius’ waist to offer support while the two of you brought him back to his room. Once you settled him on his bed, you started to clean his wounds as best as you could. Regulus helped as well, casting healing spells on Sirius to ease his pain.

“I'm sorry,” Sirius said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I brought this on all of you.”

“It's not your fault, Siri,” you reassured him, tears still spilling from your eyes despite wiping them away just seconds ago. “None of this is your fault.”

Regulus handed Sirius a vial of dark red liquid. “Drink this—it's blood replenishing potion. I nicked it from Slughorn’s stash before we left for the holidays. Drink up, you'll feel a bit better.”

“We'll always be here for you, Siri,” you murmured, holding your brother's hand tightly. “No matter what, we'll be here for you, together.”

You grabbed the vial from your brother's hand, uncorked it and force fed it to your eldest brother. Sirius grimaced at the coppery taste, but swallowed nonetheless. After some time, Sirius was finally able to breathe easier, and his pain lessened. He looked at you and Regulus, the same gray eyes mirroring yours.

“Thank you,” Sirius mumbled. “I don't know what I'd do without both of you.”

“We’re siblings, it’s what siblings do—we protect each other,” Regulus said, a smile on his lips, leaning against the wall as he watched over you and Sirius with a determined look in his eyes. “We'll be okay, I promise. We just need to stick together and look out for each other, no matter what.”

“Yes, we will,” you agreed, giving Sirius a reassuring smile. “We'll find a way to get through this together.”

You lay awake in your room, your thoughts drifting back and forth to what had just happened earlier today.

Sirius didn’t do anything to deserve pain and torture. Sirius was the best big brother to you and Regulus; he always made sure the two of you were safe. Whenever either you or Regulus got into trouble, Sirius would do something worse, so he was the one who’d get punished instead. You’d always ask him why he did what he did, but he’d always say: your skin is far better than mine, starlight.

You were grateful for Sirius’ protection from your parents through the years; he and Reggie were your rocks. You wouldn’t have made it without your brothers; you loved them more than anything in the world.

It hurt you when Sirius first went to Hogwarts. You were scared he’d forget you and Regulus while he was at school. Sirius assured the two of you that it wouldn’t happen, but somehow it did. It didn’t happen until Regulus went to Hogwarts, leaving you alone to fend for yourself.

Sirius was sorted into Gryffindor; at first he was absolutely terrified, but in the end he embraced his inner Gryffindor—much to the disappointment of the whole family. Your parents specifically warned you and Regulus not to talk to Sirius while he was at Hogwarts; they wanted the two of you to cut ties with your eldest brother—just because he was a Gryffindor. Of course, you didn’t cut ties. Sirius was your brother; you weren’t just going to throw that away because of him defying tradition. But since Sirius was the disappointment, it fell on Regulus’ shoulders to become the proper heir of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black.

Sirius would send letters, telling you and Regulus about his adventures while being a first year. He told the two of you about his friends, how he was excited for Reg to come to Hogwarts, and how he wanted so badly to have his siblings in Gryffindor too. It created a rift between your brothers, a rift created by your parents’ beliefs that were forced upon Regulus.

When Sirius came back from his first year, Regulus was distant from Sirius, unlike before. Of course, Sirius got worried for his little brother and asked you, but you didn’t know either what was happening because you and Regulus spent the whole year away from each other—with the exception of him sneaking into your room to comfort you when you were punished for not taking your etiquette lessons seriously, like the proper pureblood lady that you are. 

The summer before Regulus’ first year and Sirius’ second year was spent in silence. The three of you locked up in your rooms until Sirius decided to be a proper Black. It was torture for you because it was slowly pitting your siblings against each other. The ideas your mother instilled upon you and Regulus were horrid and absolutely disgusting to hear from a mother’s lips—which you knew from an early age—that your mother was not like other mothers. Your aunt Druella was not like your mother—she was kind and loved her daughters—so it confused you as a child: why did Mother not love us?

Your brothers drifted apart completely when Regulus was sorted into Slytherin. Sirius stopped talking to Regulus completely—which broke his heart, but he wouldn’t tell that to Sirius; only you knew—and ignored Regulus for as long as he could while at school. It didn’t help much because Regulus became friends with Severus Snape, the person Sirius despised at Hogwarts.

Still, your brothers sent you letters to make you feel that you weren’t alone. But over the course of that year, the letters slowly stopped. At first, you thought it was because they were busy, but that wasn’t the case. They simply got caught up in their personal lives, forgetting you in the process. You couldn't hate them for it; they were entitled to their own lives outside of you; you were only their sister; you couldn’t demand attention.

You felt alone for the first time in your life. Your brothers left you alone to fend for yourself. You felt betrayed and abandoned by the people you loved most in the world. The months without them were hell. You spent all of your days being trained to be a proper wife when you came of age. You were barely eleven and training to be a wife—the only thing you’re destined to be, according to your family's standards.

When Christmas of that year came, you couldn’t recognise your brothers. Back then, one of you couldn’t be seen alone; it was always the three of you glued to each other's sides. The moment Sirius and Regulus stepped out of the floo, they immediately went to their respective rooms, not even batting an eye at each other or you either. Though it hurt, you were determined to bring back your family—your family, your brothers—and you weren’t going to let your parents’ words affect anything you had with your brothers.

You snuck into their rooms, trying to persuade them to bunk in your room, for old times’ sake, please! But all of your efforts were futile, as neither of them wanted to be in each other's presence other than yours. Well, at least they had common ground, you. Days passed, and they headed back to Hogwarts, leaving you once more. At that point, you came to terms that it would not be easy to bring your family back, but you at least had to try.

Finally, the time for you to attend Hogwarts finally came. And by some miracle, your brothers got along temporarily. It was their little sister’s first year at Hogwarts—they weren’t going to just ignore that and not be excited. Your brothers told you everything you needed to know while the three of you bunked in bed, just like old times.

As soon as you stepped onto the Hogwarts Express, Sirius and Regulus hovered over you like hawks—literally. You were annoyed, but you wouldn’t have it in any other way. Your brothers assured you that they’d still love you no matter which house you got sorted into; you were still their little starlight.

Lo and behold, you were sorted into Slytherin, like every other Black in your family. Your parents were ecstatic; they sent you an owl—a literal eagle owl that was bigger than your head—along with a box of Honeydukes sweets. Regulus was happy that you were sorted in the same house as him and was already eager to show you around the Slytherin common room. Sirius, on the other hand, was happy for you, but he was disappointed that his sister got sorted into the same house generations of family members were in—even Andromeda was in Slytherin—but you assured your eldest brother that nothing was ever going to change between the two of you.

Surprisingly, your Hogwarts years were a blast. By the time you were in your third year, you were at the top of your class and had friends in every year and house. You were popular amongst the crowd—not that you’d ever admit it—you were known as the kindest Black that ever walked the halls of Hogwarts. You made lots of friends in Slytherin and even more in Gryffindor, without your parents’ knowing, of course, because your tattletale of a cousin, Bellatrix, and with the extension of Narcissa, had already graduated prior to your first year.

Sirius and Regulus were extremely protective of you when boys started flocking over you. You had the Black family genes—full lips, aristocratic features, long black hair, and grey eyes—there was no denying that you were beautiful. But there was one boy who caught your eye, which Sirius would not approve of. Despite the fact that you had boys asking you out from left to right, you couldn’t compete with a certain redhead with eyes green as emeralds.

You loved James Potter more than just a friend.

James was kind, funny, brave, and fiercely loyal. Even though he had an ego the size of the Black Lake, he had a golden heart to match it. James never treated you like how other boys treated you; he treated you like a person, not like some trophy to be won. James had an effect on you no one else had; he made you feel like a lovesick girl whenever you’re near him—but you won’t show or tell anyone about it though—butterflies fill your stomach in a frenzy each time he looks at you. But he was your brother’s best friend, meaning he was off limits. There isn’t a written or verbal rule about that, but you knew Sirius would flip if you ever dated his best friend, which is a long shot because James Potter was hopelessly in love with Lily Evans. You hated it, but you didn’t have a choice; Lily was your friend too, and you couldn’t hate her for the things that weren't even her fault.

All of a sudden, you heard the floorboards creak from outside your bedroom, snapping you out of your thoughts. You slowly got out of bed to investigate, confused. Who the hell is up at three in the morning? Kreacher definitely doesn’t stay up this late. You placed your hand on the doorknob, slowly turning it, making sure to be as quiet as humanly possible, only to see your older brother creeping out of his room. Sirius stopped in his tracks when he noticed you, a guilty look plastered on his face, a look you knew oh so well.

“Go back to bed, starlight,” Sirius said, trying to act nonchalant but ultimately failing.

“Where are you going? Why do you have a bag packed? Are you leaving us?” You asked, your lips quivering at the sight of a bag slung over his shoulder.

Sirius sighed, walking towards you. “I’m sorry, starlight, but I have to leave,” he said gently, his breath wavering as he reached for your hand. “If I don’t, I’ll go insane.”

“What about us? Me? Reggie?”

“We can get through this, Siri; please don’t leave us…” you begged, pulling his hands away from your cheeks.

“I’ll write every day. I promise...” Sirius said, cupping your face in his hands. “It’s not safe for me here.” His chest heaved slightly. “You saw what happened, starlight—you know they’ll force me to take the mark, and you know I can’t have that,” he said, his expression solemn. “I have to leave; they’ve finally pushed me too far.”

Suddenly, the floorboards creaked again. Regulus stood behind Sirius, a confused look plastered on his face at the sight of you with tears in your eyes. “What's happening, Sirius, Y/n?” Regulus asked, worry evident in his voice.

Sirius froze at the sound of his voice. He felt you flinch in his arms. He turned to face Regulus, his eyes pleading and watery. “I’m leaving, little brother. I don’t belong here…with you lot,” he said, choking back his tears.

You buried your head back into Sirius’ chest, holding back your sobs. Your legs felt weak, and you had to grab onto your brother for support.

“You're only sixteen, Sirius,” Regulus said, his voice breaking. “You can’t just leave; you'll be disowned, Sirius.”

“I can't stay, Reggie,” Sirius replied, his voice strained. His eyes roamed over his brother's face, the pain and desperation evident in his eyes. “Mother never cared for me; father would rather die than acknowledge me.”

You looked up at Sirius in horror, tears running down your cheeks. He was right. Your parents hated him. They treated him like scum, all because he wanted to be a good and decent person. “Please, Sirius, don’t leave. We need you. I need you.” 

Sirius sighed, his heart breaking at the sight of his crying sister. “I know, I know, but I can’t stand another day here. There’s so much going on—so much they expect me to do, but I can’t take this life.” 

You hugged your brother tightly, silently casting a silencing charm as you let tears fall from your eyes. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Your fucking parents, Voldemort, fucking ruined it all.

“What about Y/n? It's our job to protect her!” Regulus cried out, trying to reason with Sirius, his eyes blazing. “What? You’re just going to leave?”

“I know, little brother, and that’s why I need you to protect her for me,’’ Sirius said slowly, his voice barely audible.

Regulus narrowed his eyes at his older brother. “Sirius, you’re a Gyrffindor! Be fucking brave, for once!” Regulus hissed angrily, fists clenched, and his lips curled into a scowl.

“For once?” Sirius snapped angrily, moving away from you. “I have been brave for you and Y/n for as long as any of us can remember, Regulus!”

Regulus’ expression morphed into anger; his eyes were blazing with fury and resentment. Sirius took a deep breath, but before he could say anything more, you piped up. “Reg...please.”

“No, Y/n! He’s only thinking about himself-”

“No, you're only thinking about yourself—what about me? MY future—how would you have expected me to become one of Voldemort’s minions and settle down and have children with a woman I don't even love?! I don't want their kind of life, not anymore,” Sirius yelled, his voice full of anger.

You flinched at the venom in Sirius’ voice. “Please, Sirius, don’t leave.”

“I’m sorry starlight, but I have to. I can’t be a part of this twisted family and the Dark Lord's reign of terror. I can’t keep pretending to be someone I’m not.” Sirius said, his voice filled with pain and determination

“Where will you go? ” You whispered, looking up at Sirius.

“The Potters, James said his parents would take me in.”

Regulus’ eyes filled with anger again. “You're choosing James Potter over your own brother and sister?” Regulus hissed angrily, pulling you away from Sirius.

“Yes!” Sirius yelled, his eyes turning cold. “I'm choosing freedom and life over this twisted family and the Dark Lord! I can't stay, Regulus, and you know it. Don't try and stop me!”

“You've made your choice,” Regulus spat, grabbing your hand. “Come on, starlight.”

Sirius watched as you followed Regulus, his heart breaking. He could feel his eyes burning and his tears threatening to fall.

“Starlight..?” Sirius called out, taking a step after you and Regulus. At the word, you both stopped. For a moment, Regulus turned to face Sirius, and then he took his younger sister by the shoulders.

“Stop crying for him, Y/n, he’s weak.” Regulus spat harshly.

And with that, Sirius slung his bag over his shoulder and walked to the Floo in your father’s study. “Potter Manor!”

You and Regulus stood there in silence, watching helplessly as you let out a choked sob. “Sirius, please don’t go,” you pleaded, but your voice was drowned by the sound of the flames that engulfed him, disappearing from your sight.

Regulus pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly as you cried. “I’m sorry, starlight,” Regulus whispered, his voice breaking. “I'll never leave you, I swear.” 

You clung to your brother, and tears streamed continuously down your face as you realised that everything had changed. Your brother, Sirius, the one who always protected you, was gone. And everything was going to be different from now on.

Now you have another reason to hate Christmas.

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[brotherconstant]

FOUNDATION | Long Ago, Not Far Away (2.09) But, also, maybe I'm finally buying into Seldon's bullshit.

[frostymj]

Me rn:

People saying it looks like they're ready to drop an album. Well, y'know, Brett and Ella can both sing, sooooo....

[wyverber]

Slender: How's Joe?

Toby: who's joe

Slender, in his mind: Okay,okay... Now what was it my brother told me to say? Joe Mamma?

Slender: J-joe? Mamma?

Toby: what.

[xgarrettisdaddy]

A cute pic of baby Garrett Hedlund 💙

[reveluving]

Writing about Sam having visions of different versions of himself with different versions of their beloveds—you.

Mitch Keller & Darlin'.

Benny Miller & Angel.

Jack Mercer & Baby.

Making Sam wonder if he, too, would find his version of you.

[fentennyson]

Ben and Danny's two children

[actual-exhusbands]

"catch the eye of an unsuspecting resident"

I swear if it's Aaron I will not be held responsible for my actions.

Imagine the next time Victoria phones Robert in prison and updates him like:

Victoria: "By the way; we have another brother. His name is John."

Robert: "Yeah? What's he like?"

Vic: "He reminds me of you in a lot of ways. He's annoying. Very. He's managed to worm his way around the village like you. Quite cunning as well. Oh, and another thing, he's sleeping with Aaron."

Robert:

At least this way Robert might come to his senses and fight for his freedom.

[wallissa]

Rip to this (rough draft of a) scene in the BenHughie Butchlander no powers forced coparenting AU that doesn’t make sense anymore now that John’s last name is revealed to be Gillman and I can’t do “John & Ben Lander” anymore.

you will always be famous.

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

so you wnat BEN DROWNED requests eh? well I can send one in for you since I’ve really enjoyed your writing since you wrote that one conchita fic🔥 so I might as well request one if you’d like, i hope you aren’t getting annoyed with me or anything😭 so….

May I request(platonically)Ben Drowned with a Male! or GN! Parent-like! reader who has a Kayo Sudou Personality from The Evillious Chronicles? i also have her song right here if you’d like to take a listen to it^^ also there’s this one too apparently if you’d like!

Also if you could I would like Jane the killer and possibly Slenderman too^^ THANJS!! HEHHEE

and that’s her😭😭 SHE LOOKS SO AMAZING EHENNS

Aaaa dont worry i could never be annoyed by requests!

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Creeps with a Kayo Sudou!Male!Parent-like!Reader

Ben drowned

Ben definetly needs a parent in his life

The boy lives off of mountain dew and doritos

HE PEES IN BOTTLES PLEASE HELP HIM

The minute you are in his life you immediately clean up his entire room while he is out on a mission

It goes from greasy man cave to spick and span in the blink of an eye

You even sew him up some nice blankets and hoodies

To replace the ones that were so caked in sweat and filth that you HAD to throw away

There were no saving those things

When he gets back, the firsr thing he wants to do is plop into his chair and get back onto the game he was working on before he left

But as he turns the doorknob and peers inside, his jaw drops

His stuff!!!

Where did it all go???

And why does it not reek of sweat and socks for once???

You come up behind him and place a hand on his shoulder

"I see you've found your room. Absolutely speechless, are you? I knew you would like it!"

Yeah, the neat and tidy room he once had goes back to greasy man cave in about a week

And you are forever banned from his room for what you did <33

You practically massacred him after you threw out his huge load of snacks

Slenderman

He is seen as a fatherly figure around the mansion as well, so he understands the struggle as well as the happiness

He finds it a huge relief to have your help around the mansion from time to time

While he is still technically your boss, you do have moments where you two just get to talk to each other

Sharing silly stories about the antics you both get into helps relieve a lot of stress

You even get to stay up past curfew to walk with him in the woods a bit, just to get put of the house

And you are one of his most trusty seamstresses

If he needs work done fast, he knows to go to you

One time he had a suit that would have been well beyond repair to anyone else, but you

You fixed it up in a few seconds

It astounds him every time

You also get along quite well with Trenderman too

He'll occasionally pop into the mansion, ignoring everyone welcoming him in as he hurriedly shouts "Where's y/n!"

Most of the time it is one of his iconic "fashion disasters"

Something that greatly ruins a piece, such as a tear, stain, etc

You always are the first person he goes to

And you always figure out a way to help him everytime

Jane the Killer

Jane doesn't talk to you much, but when you do talk, it is always pleasent

After talking to you a few times during some 2am passing conversations in the kitchen, she invites you to one of the "C dorm's" hangout sessions

These meetings consist of Liu, Jane, Helen and E.J

And now, you!

Most of the time, it is just a bunch of chatter around some snacks and drinks (usually either wine or tea)

But occassionally, there will be a theme

For example, one week they all read the same book and next time they hung out, they all disscussed the book

You were roped into one of the miscellaneous hangout sessions where they all just talked together

It was a very nice time, but after about an hour and a half, you noticed something that ticked you off

The pillow Jane was holding had a rip in the corner, the stuffing falling out

"Hey Jane, how long has your pillow been like that?" You ask

She looks down at the pillow and shrugs "a while I guess. Why?"

You take the pillow from her and quickly sew it up, before giving it back "there."

She looks at it with a soft "woah"

She gives you a smile "thanks!"

This turned out to be a mistake, because you now find yourself sewing the groups tears up all the time

One of Jack's tarps tore, you were there

Helen's canvas ripped, you were there

Liu's stitch across his nose came loose, and you were there

The entire group appreciates you, especially Jane

You've helped her create some oretty snazzy outfits

[edenxrosey]

The Celestial Ball, in which awkward high school dances mess with even the coolest of curse-breakers

[king-of-tragedy]

"You either end where you began, or somewhere else" is legitimately one of my favorite phrases in reference to writing, simply because of how it makes me think when I write and/or analyze story-telling and I want to share it with as many people as I can