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emilycollins00 · 3 years

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Two faces of the same coin

Pairing: Tenma x ghost-looking! reader Part 1.

Hey! I had this awesome ask from sadly ages ago which I appreciated a lot bc honestly, just the fact that someone sent such a detailed thing?? My heart.

Request: (...) Tenma finds someone who looks like they got out straight from a horror movie- They could literally pass as a ghost anytime of the day! But once he talks to them they are just an extremely chill introvert, and actually really thoughtful and considerate? (...) So yeah, imagine Tenma who once was shitting his pants whenever that person was around slowly starting to enjoy their presence and even better: fall for them.

Enjoy! 💕

Classic horror icons and other disturbing creatures share common characteristics, pale skin, dark, sunken eyes, hunched posture, sharp teeth, and the like. These images inspire fear and revulsion in many with good reason. And while Tenma would insist he was okay with them- he really was and Yuki should really just shut up- he wouldn’t go out of his way to watch or read about that specific genre. And he was okay with that.

“A ghost in the school?”

He tried to not sound as worried as he internally felt, his brain still processing what Taichi was talking about while waiting for their drinks to drop. The redhead nodded unaware, eyes fixed on the vending machine “Yeah! You haven’t heard about it before?”

“W-why should I? It’s stupid to think paranormal stuff like ghosts exists anyway.”

With a clank, both drinks finally fell. Taichi crouched down to retrieve them humming happily, handing one of them to the summer troupe leader and keeping one for himself.

“I don’t know man, it’s kind of cool!” he crossed his arms behind his head, resuming their walk and looked behind. “What about you, Juza-san? You seen anything?”

The purple-haired boy considered it lazily, but ultimately shook his head. He didn’t seem too interested in the conversation anyway, and Tenma was pretty sure the main thoughts running through his head were today’s melon bread from the cafeteria.

It had been a while since their Ouka-high group had been able to have lunch together.

“Did you see? That Sumeragi Tenma is back!”

“Gosh, he looks so handsome!”

“Wait- don’t push me!”

“I heard he’s going to be a possible cast in that famous saga-”

“Are you serious?”

Whispers and tiny squeals kept circling them as soon as they entered the boundaries of the canteen. And while Tenma barely notices it at first, he can definitely see Juza’s stance going more rigid and Taichi’s eyes glowing at the attention received.

“I’ll go get our lunch” the golden-eyed teen announces heading towards the queue, hands buried in his pockets. He motioned Tenma with his chin. “You wanted set B right, no carrots.”

“Uh? Well yeah, but I can-”

“S’okay, you two go find some seats” he shrugged, looking around. There weren’t many spaces to start with and he’d honestly prefer focus on the food rather than the stares. “It’d be difficult to keep ‘em free with just one person anyway.”

“Roger! Come on Ten-chan, let’s go!”

“Aw, man. Everyone has their eyes on you as usual!” Taichi looked around, still indulging himself with all the people that were staring at them, some more blatantly than others.

How he didn’t get bored of mentioning it every time Tenma didn’t know, though he was low-key grateful. Not many people enjoyed being part of those types of reactions from a crowd- Juza for example-. When they finally managed to find some empty seats, Taichi placed his own bento on the table visibly excited. Tenma frowned.

“Since when did you start preparing lunch by yourself?”

“Ah, this?” the redhead laughed proudly at his confused look “See, I’ve been practicing my cooking skills! Tsuzuru has been super cool teaching me how to prepare some dishes for my siblings- plus, I’m sure I’ll get the attention of girls if they see my new talent!”

“Right…”

Tenma couldn’t decide whether he should make a comment as he took a long, thoughtful sip from his own juice can. Taichi’s lunch was a side of string cheese, a broken omelet, and some semi-burnt rice and it just didn’t seem very tempting.

He ultimately chose to leave it aside. Omi would surely know soon enough.

“So, uh, Taichi.”

“Yeah?”

He coughed, leaving aside the can and resting his back on the chair nonchalantly. “N-not that I care about that rumor, but- where is that ghost supposed to be?”

“Ah, the one we talked about? Mmm…” the autumn member caressed his chin, closing his eyes in deep thought. “No one really knows. It’s been spotted in pretty much all parts of the school” Tenma’s stomach sank at that. “But I’ve heard it likes room 1001 for some reason, you know, from the old side of the school? No one really uses it anymore- guess it makes sense!”

The redhead took again the chopsticks and started digging on the rice carefree.

“R-right.”

Tenma shook his head. Cool. Great. Now he knew which side of the school he would never even try to approach at least.

“Tenma-kun!” a female voice, not familiar, made him jolt from his seat. When he looked up a girl followed by two others were are already making themselves comfortable on the chairs next to them- one of them even deciding to sit on the table. “Hi there!”

Third years.

"Hi” he repeated.

“We saw your appearance in that new series, it was unbelievable!”

“Are you going to be a recurring character there? I’d love if you could ask one of the leads to sign a shirt of mine!”

He simply showered them a practiced smile. He could already tell what type of fans they were. It wasn’t something out of the ordinary- people approaching him about his shows or to ask for favors- and honestly, it was better not entering in that dangerous territory. “Thanks. Nothing’s been said yet, that’d depend on the company. I’ll be counting on your future support.”

They instantly beamed at his reaction. “Of course!”

One of them clapped her hand together “That reminds me, when is your next performance in that theatre company you play? I so want to go see it again!”

“Ah, that will take a while. We just finished a month ago so next up is the autumn troupe” he motioned Taichi with his head, a proud, real smile featuring his face this time “These guys have been going all out, you won’t be disappointed.”

“O-of course!” the shortest Ouka high student practically jumped into the conversation. “If you all want, we could ask for a few tickets from our-!“

“But Tenma-kun is not in that troupe, right?” the girls looked at each other confused. As if it wouldn’t be something it’d cross their minds to do, had the child actor not participated before.

“W-well, no but…”

“Plus, the summer troupe is hilarious! I kinda prefer those types of performances, you know?”

“I totally get you!”

From his peripheral vision, Tenma could register Taichi’s face growing red- a strained smile before sitting back on his seat, not trying to add anything to the conversation anymore.

Smile. Remember to smile.

“…We all give our all on those performances, I don’t think it’s fair if you have just watched the summer troupe. You’ll definitely enjoy it if you give them the chance.”

“Really?”

“I mean… If Tenma-kun says so maybe we could go take a look.” one of them gave a chuckle, playing with their hair. “You think we could ask you to get us some tickets for-?”

“If you are not eatin’ you should leave.”

“Uh? Can’t you see we’re-” the sentence died in their lips as soon as they turned and encountered Juza. Not that he himself was proud of his reputation, but during these situations at the very least it paid to see they knew who he was.

“Move.”

The resulting glare was terrifying in its intensity, and the retreat took no longer than a few seconds. No one mentioned anything afterward- Juza’s calm and blank expression coming back as he sat down, handing the summer leader his lunch and squinting down at Taichi’s.

“What the hell are you eatin’.”

“Hehe it caught your attention too, right? You see…”

Tenma observed them. They were acting as if nothing had happened. Not so long ago people tended to stay away from him for those same reasons, so it still took him a few seconds to find the words again- For feeling this relieved at their reactions.

He left the chopsticks aside. “Sorry this... keeps happening."

They momentarily stopped the conversation, sharing a silent look before turning to the teen actor facing the table in awkwardness.

“I-It’s okay, Ten-chan! They would obviously be more interested in watching you than an unknown performance” Taichi laughs and scratches the back of his hair. He seemed to be fine- a bit uncomfortable, but fine. “Besides, that just means we have to work even harder to be recognized, right, Juza-san!”

“Yeah, don’t get stuck thinkin’ ‘bout it. We ain’t losin’ any time soon.”

“Anyway Juza-san, are you sure you’re okay with only melon bread and pudding for lunch? I can give you some of mine!”

Juza didn’t verbally answer Taichi’s offer, merely staring at the burnt rice being held in front of him with skepticism “…nah. I’m okay.”

Taichi frowned at his own food, tilting his head confused. A few seconds later, he gave it an ultimate shrug before going for one more bite, Juza doing the same with his own lunch. Tenma scoffed at the view, trying not to smile amusedly. The autumn troupe really was made out of beasts.

“If Sakyo-san saw what you two are eating he’d skin you alive, you know.”

“Why.”

“What do you mean why, Juza-san you can’t expect-“

"Ah, that reminds me!” Taichi suddenly rambled, mouth full of rice “We should totally go to the arcade before we head up to the dorm. I heard they have these new games that are supposed to be super exclusive!”

Tenma winced “Can’t. I have a meeting with my homeroom teacher after classes.”

The other two replied with a similar expression.

“I almost forgot you came from a big shootin’ and all. We’ve been seein' you in the dorm pretty much everyday.”

“Yeah! Geez I always say I envy you, but dealing with that after working must suck!”

“You tell me…”

Taichi shook his head, giving him both thumbs up “It’s okay, we can go another time. Good luck though!”

“You can sit here. I’ll go bring your work in a second and then we’ll talk.”

With a lazy look on his face, Tenma caught a glimpse of his own reflection from a trophy case- one of the few resting at the entrance of the teacher’s lounge. He had never paid attention to them before; Second prize in a football tournament, first prize in some races and a few diplomas regarding different competitions, nothing too special. Ouka high had never had the best score regarding academics, which is exactly why he was able to enter.

Igawa liked to insist it wasn’t entirely Tenma’s fault he had so many troubles keeping up with schoolwork though- well, not more than the usual of not being good at studying. No one actually knew how hard celebrity kids had to push themselves- at least that’s what his parent had said. On the other hand, they hadn’t really cared much more, so long the school allowed him to be flexible with his schedules.

School time was usually done while moving sets and camera changes. He and other kids and teens were at different levels of schooling most of the time, so the teacher was forced to divide their time. Honestly, one would be lucky to get 30 minutes of full tutoring.

Anyway, it was rotten work and even Tenma knew it. He also knew what his homeroom teacher thought about it, which is exactly why he couldn’t help himself raising his eyebrows concerned as he saw the pile of papers being drop over the desk.

“Is this a joke?”

“I know you’re busy, but there’s a minimum to do keep up with your classes and… general results.” the old man frowned scratching his grey four-days old beard. He clicked here and there at the computer, probably revising the latest results of the tests they had done.

He then leaned back on his chair, trying to find a comfortable position before his wrinkly eyes turned to him again. “I wish I could think of another way, but you are getting quite behind everyone, Sumeragi-kun. We’re worried.”

Well, it was not his fault he couldn’t remember all the information they gave him like a script. Was it really the solution giving him the same amount of work as his classmates with half the time?

Before he could open his mouth to complain, the man placed his hand on Tenma’s shoulder. It felt heavy. “I already talked with your manager. It seems you’ll be having a break for a month and a half just before finals and I’d like to help you. We can’t have one of the biggest faces of the school repeating a year, can we?”

Tenma’s jaw clenched. Of course, everything was always for Sumeragi Tenma the actor. Student Tenma could go drown himself.

“Here you’ll find some reinforcement materials I think will be good for you to do in school. Less time wasted while moving and I’ll be here in case you have any questions.”

His face twitched. That would mean he wouldn’t be able to ask for Tsumugi’s help or any of the adults back in Mankai. “I actually-”

“Suguro-sensei, Someone’s calling for you about tomorrow’s meeting!”

“Is it that time already... I’ll be right there in a second! In any case, I would suggest you go work on the library Sumeragi-kun.” the man got up, finishing that way their conversation. “It should be quiet enough, but if you see any students being too loud, give them a call.”

Tenma side-glanced again at his workload, groaning internally.

Just about his luck.

Twenty minutes walking.

How could such a big school not have a single sign to indicate where things were?

Squinting his eyes, Tenma looked both ways across the hall annoyed, his already short temper from before increasing. He was sure the library was two turns to the right, then left, and then up the stairs from the teachers’ lounge.

...or maybe it was a floor down now that he thought about it. Damn it. It wasn’t as if he had ever stepped inside that place, shouldn’t they make it more accessible for everyone?

“This sucks…”

It had been a while since he had seen other students or even teachers around, which also made him feel uneasy. He glanced down at the paperwork in his arms, gripping it tighter. He hoped no one would see him walking around like this.

Just where was the stupid library?

It wasn’t until Tenma decided to try entering inside any room that would allow him to work, that he found many were strangely closed. He was about to gave up when he finally saw the dusty word ‘library’ at the end of the corridor. Finally. With effort he managed to open the heavy door, immediately pinching his nose.

“Ugh, stinks.”

The person in charge of cleaning the school really did a worse job than Matsukawa- at least the man cleaned from time to time and organized stuff. The place was an absolute mess; boxes over the floor, piles of books on chairs and shelves full of documents and other various things he didn’t quite distinguish.

Leaving everything on the closest table Tenma sighed when he felt his arms relaxing without the weight. Frowning, he walked around the place, smelling a mix of dirt and old- even some shelves were full of dust. Really, how did a school like this had such a gross place to study? No wonder students didn’t try to come here.

He should have asked for permission to take his work back to Mankai. Less danger of someone noticing he was behind his studies and it becoming a gossip- or worse, finding he had been walking without an absolute clue for the last half hour.

Yeah, he had more options to pass the year with Tsumugi’s help rather than on his own. Just looking at the amount of work he had he was sure it’d-

The faint sound of walking steps brought him back from his thoughts freezing him on the spot- all his breath trapped. He hadn’t heard anyone since he entered, but it shouldn't be surprising to find others studying.

I’ve heard it likes room 1001 for some reason, you know, from the old side of the school? No one really uses it anymore- guess it makes sense!

Or it was probably the wind. The wind tends to make noises, Tenma reminded himself while swallowing with difficulty.

Was the air suddenly thick?

Crack!

He strained to hear, his heart pounding loudly. “I-Is anyone there?” the nerves made his voice come out higher than he had hoped.

More cracks and sounds of steps. He couldn't see anything yet.

His stomach turned as his breath became louder. This wasn't happening. Yup! It was his imagination. What was happening could not be real, because ghosts didn’t exist. “I-I’m not afraid, you know?!” he shouted, positioning himself on a fighting stance while carefully moving backward.

That’s right- Tenma wasn’t scared. He had just rested enough, with or without a ghost in the room, and it was about time to leave. Ignoring his sweaty palms and nodding once more to nothing in particular, he turned around at the same time a pair of eyes made contact with his.

The figure opened its mouth.

And Tenma proceeded to absolutely destroy his throat.

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This took so long though I’m not even sure If they are around. If you are love, I apologize! I found a few walls writing-wise. So not entirely to say I made it longer to make up for it but on the other hand... maybe. Thank you so much for sending such a nice idea so I was able to make this, really hope you like it. 💕

I promise this is a reader insert lol thank you for reading!

Part 2 soon!

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onlystylesangels · 5 years

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Calming Nerves

Anon: Hii! I really love your writing ❤️ can I request a protective!Harry one shot. Maybe y/n having a panic attack or something bc of the crowds xx Thank u

Pairing: Harry x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, angst, panic attack

Word Count: 3K+

A/N: Hello lovie! I know you requested this a long time ago and I apologize for not writing this right away. Here she is and I hope you enjoy! I love this little one shot, so hope you love her too! Feedback is much appreciated! Much love!!💓❤💞💕

Harry was at another gig. He was currently rehearsing while his best friend Y/N was sitting on the seats that were all the way in the back of the arena.

“How do I sound, love?” Harry asked as he spoke through his microphone.

“Pleasant I guess!” Y/N teases as Harry’s smile falls.

“You liar. I think I sound good if I do say so myself.” Harry laughs as Y/N rolls her eyes at his narcissism.

“You wish, Styles!” Y/N smiles as Harry walks off the stage and walks towards Y/N.

“Come, I want to show you the outfit that I’m going to wear today for the show.”

“Is it flashy?”

“What d’ya mean, love?”

“Like sparkly, or you know-”

“Of course it’s sparkly, love. What else would I wear?”

“Harry Styles always going out with a bang.”

“Indeed, love.” Harry mused as they both walked towards the dressing rooms.

“So this is Mitch. The man has worn the same underwear for twelve years now.” Harry said as he whispered the last part.

Y/N glances over at the man with ear length hair as he held a guitar, playing a single string. He stopped what he was doing and glared over at Harry.

“Really, Harry.” Mitch glared at him as he grabbed the guitar strap and pulled it over his head.

“Fuckin’ classic!” Harry giggles as he hides his face behind Y/N's shoulder.

Y/N starts to laugh as she pats Mitch on the shoulder, “Don’t fuss too much about it, Mitch. He’s just like that. He will never change, the buggar.”

“You know you love me, Mitch.” Harry says as he sends him a cheeky smile.

“Can’t enjoy some quiet, huh?”

“We’ll leave you be, Mitch. It’s nice to meet you though.” Y/N says as she extends her hand towards him.

“Likewise, Y/N. Can’t believe a nice person like you knows Harry.”

“Oh bug off, Mitch! I’m nice with ya!" Harry narrows his eyes at him.

"I should've stayed at that pizza joint to be honest."

Their friendship was the best. Well what Harry would say it's the 'bestest'.

Harry has known Y/N since grade school and they have been friends ever since then. They were magic with each other even though once in a while one of them may tease the other and they would go back and forth. But that was just how friendship were, right?

“Harry! Give that back you twat!”

“Sorry, love. I actually like how it looks on me. What d’ya think, Y/N?” Harry smirks as Y/N just glares at him.

“Give it. Back. Harry!” Y/N taunted as Harry lost his smile and changed to a worried demeanor.

“Alright. Jus’ don’t hit me!”

“Like I would hit you.”

“You would if you wanted to.” Harry retorted as he gave the sunglasses and hat to Y/N.

“Never in a million years, Harry.” Y/N assured him.

Hours before Harry had to go on stage and perform, Y/N was in the dressing room waiting for him to walk out and guide her towards the part of the arena she was going to be at.

As Y/N was looking at the many little bottles of nail polish, Harry stuck his head out of the curtain and smirked.

"Gonna paint me nails fo' me, Y/N?" Harry asked as he kept his eyes on her.

"No. I was just looking through them. They're pretty colors. Are your nails painted?"

"Nah. I was going to wait fo' the next show. Thinkin' maybe you could help with that." Harry suggested as he was fixing his little sparkly bow on his shirt collar.

"Maybe. I don't know though, you might not like my painting skills."

"Why? Are you bad at painting 'em?"

"Not exactly." Y/N said. Her smile present. "I don't know, I've never painted someone else’s nails before."

"Ohhh. That explains it. I think you'll be fine, love." Harry assured her. He kept trying to tighten up the loose bow but each time he tightened it it fell back to its original floppy mess.

"Can you help me with this bloody bow? Can't seem to get it right."

Y/N stood in front of him and gently pulled onto the two loose strands of fabric. His face was nearly close to her face as she started to tie the little bow.

"Didn't know you were strong, love." Harry teased as he looked straight into her eyes and lifted her chin so she could make eye contact with him.

"Sorry. I didn't want to pull that hard. I thought I was gentle with it." She apologized. Her hands busy with trying to create a simple knot.

Harry didn't say anything he just stood there and had his head low at Y/N's height.

Y/N was also struggling to tie this bow and trying to make it look semi presentable. With one last knot she finally gave up and released her grip from Harry's collar.

"Is this okay?"

Harry nods as he looks at himself in the mirror.

After Harry was dressed and was ready to go out on stage he made sure Y/N knew where she was staying during the show. He wanted to make sure he could see her through the crowds he knew there was going to be.

**//**

Y/N stood behind the black barriers as she had a good view of the stage and where the band and Harry will at. She was excited to see her best friend perform. This was her first time that she was going to see Harry perform. Harry always tried convincing her that she should come along with them to every show, Y/N would say yes all those times that he did ask her, but she couldn’t leave her responsibilities behind and go with Harry for who knows how many months on the road. So that’s why last week she ringed Harry and told him that she was going to join him if he was alright with it obviously. Harry was excited to bring her along with him and the crew, it was a day that him and Y/N have been looking forward to.

Right as the lights began moving, as they hit every part of the arena and the sound of the choir starting from the song Only Angel, Y/N was ready she knew she was going to see Harry already knowing what he was wearing. People beside her started screaming as the screen started to slowly lift up, clouds of smoke and lights blinding them so they couldn’t see the band or Harry just yet. Screams of excitement and people jumping up and down and leaning forwards as they tried to get a good glimpse of the stage. Once the drums and guitars were heard Harry jumped and began walking towards areas of the stage and greet his fans. He blew them kisses and waved his hands as he said hello, once he faced the area that Y/N was standing at he stopped for a bit and tried looking for her and when he set eyes on her he smiled and blew a kiss to her and the fans around her.

Y/N was jumping, singing along to every song and was having a fantastic time at her best friend’s concert. She was so proud of Harry and how much he has achieved in the past few years. He’s only twenty-four and he already had a debut album that hit #1 world-wide and he acted in a movie just last year. She was proud of him and she made sure Harry knew it every day they either talked on the phone or whenever they had the chance to hang out.

Every once in a while Harry would glance where Y/N was at and smirked at her and went back to looking ahead at the crowds. Y/N’s smiled when the fans put up colored lights up with their phones, creating a rainbow around the entire arena. It was just… beautiful. Harry had the most dedicated fans in the world that all of this probably took them long to set this up with everyone in the arena. Harry appreciated the lights and bowed his head and whispered a ‘thank you’ to himself.

Everything was perfect. Harry, the band and Y/N was singing along the whole time. Right after he sang his last song before he walked towards the little stage, someone behind her bumps into her and she was about to complain to them, but she felt more people pushing and shoving each other as they tried to get close to the barrier. Y/N was nervous and paranoid at the same time. She became breathless as nerves started to consume her as she was worried that she wasn’t going to be able to breath with so much people huddling together trying to catch a glimpse of Harry walking along the corridors. Y/N tried yelling but nothing came out but just a quiet whisper. The girl beside her noticed her struggling to breath as Y/N had her hand on her racing heart. The girl told the girl next to her to yell to the security so they could help Y/N. The security followed suit and tried to get Y/N out as the crowds were still huddled together, this caught Harry’s attention. He went towards the area where Y/N was in and he tried to see what was going on and once he glanced at what was going on he saw Y/N being pulled away from the group and out into the corridor.

“Y/N!” Harry yelled out. He rushed towards Y/N and tried to wake her but she wasn’t waking up. “I need you to help her please! Take her backstage!” Harry yelled out as he addressed it to the two security guards.

The security guards carried her away backstage as Harry followed close behind them leaving behind puzzled fans.

Y/N was breathing slowly. Before the security guards carried her out of the crowd she saw white little stars and everything around her became blurry she didn’t even hear Harry’s voice when he came beside her and ran right behind the security guards with her delicate body in their arms.

**//**

As soon as the security guards rushed Y/N backstage and set her down on a couch, they tried waking her up with a little cotton ball covered with rubbing alcohol. One of the security guards brought up to her nose as Y/N eventually woke up her eyes wandered where she was and she felt at ease when she landed eyes on Harry.

“Harry?” Y/N gasped. Her sights still a little foggy.

“Y/N. Y/N, you fucking scared the shit out of me.” Harry said as he caressed Y/N’s cheek and tried to calm her nerves.

“I’m sorry Harry. I- I don’t know what the hell happened, I jus- I just felt dizzy and I couldn’t breathe because of people pushing each other and huddling together.” Y/N let out, as her eyes now slowly deciphered the place better. Lights started connecting as she started seeing less foggy lights.

“You don’t have nothing to be sorry, love. I’m sorry I put you in the first row. I just thought you wanted to see me better.” Harry was now running his hand through Y/N’s hair and pressed his forehead against hers. “I’m so sorry, love this happened to you.”

Y/N was going to say something back that he shouldn’t be sorry. He didn’t know what was going to happen and neither did she. Y/N has had occurrences like this, but she wasn’t in a situation where she was pushed against so many people. She knew it was a panic attack and she didn’t want to worry Harry more than he already was. She just wanted him to go back on stage and do his job, she didn’t want him to stay here with her and ignore his fans who were probably shocked on what happened.

“I need to stay here with you, Y/N. I can cancel this show and move it up, I have to stay here with you, love.” Harry said as if he heard the exact words in her head a moment ago.

“I want you to go back on stage, Harry. You need to go back to your fans, I promise I’ll be fine here, yeah? Just go out there and perform your ass off, yeah? Can you do that for me?” Y/N spoke her voice was a bit raspy from the lack of energy that she felt. It was now her turn to caress Harry’s cheek, she smiled and mouthed a ‘please’ to him to go back on stage. There was no reaction from him, but she knew that he was thinking how crazy she was for telling him to go back on stage and perform as if nothing ever happened to her.

But he knew she was not stopping from insisting him to go back up. So he did and he kissed Y/N on the forehead and told the security guard to hook up the small television to the cameras that were on so she could see him still. Not in person, but on screen.

Harry didn’t leave the small room before telling Y/N that he loved her. They both smiled to each other and Harry was off running again towards the stage.

**//**

Y/N was sat on the couch watching the small television where Harry was seen and the band. Temporarily the camera would look towards the crowd and then it shot back to Harry. She enjoyed this, she knew it wouldn’t have been the same feeling than physically being in the arena but what could she do? Either way she loved the show, she was recovering from the panic attack she had by drinking lots of water. There were occasions that she would drift off into a little nap and then wake back up still looking at the little television.

Y/N was unsure when the concert ended, she fell asleep during the last half of the show. She woke right up when she felt a gentle nudge from something touching her shoulder and feels someone sits next to her.

“Y/N? Love are you awake?” A voice asks. Y/N wakes up with a deep inhale of air and rubs her eyes to see who was talking to her.

“Harry.” She groggily says. A lazy smile coming along as Harry smiles and reaches over and tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Is it over?”

“The show? Yeah. It’s over, love.” Harry says as he rubs up and down on her calf to calm her.

“Sorry. I fell asleep during the last bit.”

Harry laughs and keeps his hand on Y/N’s calf. “Was it that boring of a show? Am I that boring?” Y/N giggles and tries to tickle him with her foot, but failed, Harry caught her foot before she could do anything.

“You weren’t boring, H. I was just tired, that's all.”

“I know, love. I was just messing with ya. But are you feeling better? Any pain?”

Y/N shakes her head and lifts herself up so she could sit properly. “Just tired and hungry. Care to get some pizza?” Y/N suggests. Her eyes were still a bit sleepy.

“Sounds good. But we’re ordering. Do you want some ice cream too?” Harry caressed her face and played with her hair as Y/N smiled at him.

“Yes please.” Y/N said as she set her head on Harry’s shoulder and he wrapped his arms around her small frame and kissed the top of her head.

**//**

“Harry! You’re going to make a mess, love!” Y/N screamed as she watched Harry stand in front of a big fan eating away his ice cream cone.

“Nothing will happen, love.” Harry nonchalantly spoke. He started to eat the ice cream in a weird position, his arms were inches away from his body and ice cream was dripping down his hand.

“Harry!”

“It’s fine, love. We can clean it up later.” He replied back. He continued licking away at his ice cream.

They were in Y/N’s hotel room. Y/N was keen about leaving this hotel room spotless before they leave to go back on the road. But here was Harry being stubborn as ever and eating his ice cream in front of a fan as the ice cream kept streaming down his hands and dripping down onto the floor.

“Harry, you’re going to clean that up, you little twat.” Y/N warned as she pointed at the mess he made on the tiled floor of the kitchen.

Harry nodded his head. “Promise I’ll clean it up, darlin’.” Harry said as he was now washing his sticky hands over the sink. Harry dried up his hands and went towards the couch where Y/N was sitting down watching an episode of Friends.

“Love you, Y/N.” He whispered in Y/N’s ear as she shivered from his breath hitting her skin.

“I love you too, Harry. Thank you for spending time with me. I know you should rest because of another show tomorrow.”

Harry dragged his pointer finger along her cheek and smiled, he stared at her face and stopped to stare at her lips.

“I wanted to, Y/N. You’re no bother.” Harry confessed, his hands doing wonders to her skin as he rubbed soothing circles on her shoulders.

Harry and Y/N spent their night watching episodes of Friends until they started to get sleepy. Harry carried Y/N’s body towards the master bedroom and set her down on the mattress. Y/N asked him if he could take off her shorts for her and he obliged. Once Y/N was comfortable on the bed, Harry took off his shirt and sweats that he put on before they drove to the hotel after the concert.

Harry climbs onto the bed as Y/N’s back is facing him. He lies down and covers himself with the light blanket and looks over Y/N’s back.

“Is this okay?” He whispers and puts a hand on her shoulder.

Y/N turns around to face him and wraps her arms around him. “Yes.” She kisses him on the forehead. “This is okay.” She says and tucks her head in the crook of his neck and inhales his familiar scent that she came to love so much. “I love you, Harry.” She whispers as goosebumps start trickling on Harry’s skin.

“I love you too, my darlin’.”

Harry peppered kisses all over Y/N’s face making her giggle hysterically and Harry smiles from her cute reaction. Y/N does the same and kisses his bare chest where the tattooed swallows are at. They eventually fall asleep as they try to get their sleep so they’re ready for the next upcoming show of her best friend; Harry Styles.

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#harry styles writing #harry styles blurb #harry styles prompt #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fluff #harry styles angst #anon requests.#onlystylesangels writing

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movedto-mementomoreeyes · 5 years

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so i saw newsies twice this weekend at my local community college

these are some important things from each show

first of all their jack looked exactly like jerjor?? he was so good

like when i first saw him i was like Huh is that baby jeremy jordan? little teenage jerjor?

anyway crutchie was also very cute he had a pretty face and fluffy brown hair and fuck my uwus

they kinda rushed their lines throughout but it was all kids and not like a Pro Production so,, i’m lettin em off the hook for tht

the santa fe prologue was so,, pretty and lyrical just like in the soundtrack i was yellin

also this is when i’ll note there’s two string players in the pit and the violin is my orchestra teacher at school so i got to say “YOU SUCK” when i saw her at intermission before raving abt how AMAZING SHE IS LIKE DUDE SHE’S THE ONLY VIOLIN OUT OF TWELVE PEOPLE AND SHE CARRIED SO WELL

race was so short?? he was very short and very chaotic

also he wore a big red flannel and i was like “thts definitely not his” and i’ll get to this again later

albert was also very short and had a higher voice (race’s was surprisingly deep) and i was ,, he’s so cute albert was very cute

ALSO SPECS WAS A GIRL. SHE WAS THE BEST CAST MEMBER.

race: chatting w specs from another part of the lodging tower thing // albert: sneaks the cigar from race’s back pocket // race, whipping around: HEY TH

carrying the banner had so much! energy! and they did a bit of the original choreo from the live recording it was rlly good

there were a lot of girlsies and one of them (splasher) went to my school a while back and she was so GOOD

ALSO THEY HAD A BOOTS

katherine looked and sounded like sarah schauer and she was,, so good

romeo was very very tall like i went out after the show and i hit his shoulders (i’m 5’9”.)

so many pirouettes. so much jumping over each other.

oscar was very very tall?? and morris was rlly short i was like Whoa!

also oscar was triple cast as jacobi and the guy jack sells davey’s pape to he was so talented

“whatEVER. happened. to ROMANCE!”

crutchie was so sweet. he was so sweet.

davey was so awkward in his vest and tie and button-up

and les was so EXPRESSIVE the whole time he was so talented

they all only got like 1-2 papes each but thts bc they only had one stack to grab from so it was ok but it was funny when jack counted davey’s one pape over and over again before WHOA NEW KID’S RIGHT

i’m sayin this now. i’m so sorry to the ppl i sat beside and in front of bc i went feral through the whole thing

also i’m sorry to ethan for going feral On him bc i’d grab his hand when i got rlly excited so i didn’t Flap Flap Flap and Kick Time

pulitzer was so tall and proud and his stage presence,, wow

ALSO SEITZ WAS PLAYED BY A GIRL AND I YELLED

she and hannah were very cute and seitz’s dress was so PRETTY

pulitzer’s voice was so good,, wow

davey yellin PAPER! PAPER! EVENIN PAPE HERE! was so cute bc when he got turned down he was :0?

n then he was >:0 when jack lied and more >:0 when les lied

“our father taught us not to lie” “yeah? mine taught me not to STAHVE”

SNYDER WAS ACTUALLY SCARY HE WAS SO SO SCARY TO ME

he had this weird cape-coat thing and a cane he kept drumming his fingers on and a bowler hat

the chase scene was a lot longer than normal???

medda was white which made me :\ but she was still very talented and motherly so

my girl splasher was a bowery beauty and she hammed it up so much more than the other girls i’m sorry i had to say what’s true

that’s rich was so good and i rlly liked the set for the bowery!! it was rlly pretty

also bunsen’s role as the theatre man looked like a carnival hawker i giggled @ his pinstriped vest

katherine nearly smacked jack when she yelled DO YOU MIND??

jojo was played by a girl and she and race were doin their sirens is like lullabies to me thing and when he said “the further away from you i sleep” she punched him in the arm

RACE MISPRONOUNCED HOI POLLOI AND I DIED

also race was very confused at all the headlines i think he was being played as “can’t read counts on the others” which i love

ALSO HE TRIED COUNTING KN HIS FINGERS AND IKE HAD TO HELP HIM OUT

speaking of ike she was so pretty and expressive and she and specs (judging from their relationship portrayed in this) r in lesbians

when they were doin their lil bit before davey explaining a union crutchie seemed like he just wanted to sell papes even if it was more expensive and my heart,

“what’s a statement of PORPOISE”

race was still confused after davey explained my boy

world will know!!!! was so good!!!!!!

WHEN LES WAS YELLIN @ THE DOOR HE WAS SO ANGRY

THEY WERE ALL SO ANGRY

jacobi had a limp and he was hunched over

“we launched our strike in a most auspicious manner!” “[ad lib of what??]” “auspicious means-“ “I DUNNO ABOUT THAT. B”

also mush was also a girlsie!! she had braids and she was a cutie

race was a bit more hesitant when denying taking brooklyn??

also race got the bowery and he was like “and I. got the bowery. >:D”

KATHERINE WAS ABT TO THROW HANDS W JACK EVERY TIME HE MADE A COMMENT

watch what happens was a bit off-beat but kath’s voice was so GOOD

saturday night was better

also on the “cocky little son of a-“ line she tried to strangle the typewriter

“if you see brooklyn, then they’re with us” cue race looking into the distance with hand binoculars

seize the day!!! holy shit!!!!!!

all the scabs were girls. my uwus fell

DANCE BREAK DANCE BREAK OH MY GOD THEY FUVKING

CRUTCHIE DID GUARD SHIT W HIS CRUTCH!!! I YELLED

ALSO SPECS DID THE NEWSPAPER TURN TOMMY BOY DID IN LIVESIES AND FUCK!!!!! MY UWU SUPPLY IS DEPLETING

when they got to the cops and romeo was like THEY’RE SLAUGHTERIN US he got punched in the gut and crawled offstage and my heart. oh god

SANTA FE WAS SO RAW AND GOOD AND JACK WAS LIKE. SOBBING

and when he said “close his eyes and GO” it was more like “close his eyes and-,,,, go,,,,,,,,,” and my HEART

act two!! act two was so Good

during the ya erster bit race kept yelling YA ERSTER over and over again and everyone was like WTF DO U MEAN and eventually albert had to. RACE WHAT DO YOU MEAN. and they all yelled OYSTER at him in unison it was rlly cute

KONY WAS SO GOOD

WHEN KATH DID HER FIRST SPLIT SHE JUST DROPPED DOWN INTO A FRONT SPLIT AND MY JAW D R O P P E D

also specs’s tap solo,,, man

it went specs, then elmer, then race for the tap solos on the table and they were all so GOOD

everyone in the audience was screaming and shouting at the end and i was like EEEEE

letter from the refuge hit me like a fuckimg truck. i forgot abt it and then i saw the candle and was like oh no oh no oh no

snyder yelled @ crutchie to shut up at the end and fuck i’m not kidding when i say he scares me

watch what happens reprise was so good but davey’s voice broke on “poor GUY’S head is spinning”

it wasn’t a fluke ig he can’t hit tht in his belting voice

also when les said “and i’ve got a date!” someone said YEAH YOU DO

when seitz did her bit during bottom line reprise she hit an e5 and whoa. whoa wig

wiesel was the one tht took jack to the cellar and he was rlly rlly mean through it all and :(

OH GOD BROOKLYN!!!

BROOKLYN WAS 80% LITTLE KIDS

spot was played by an understudy and he was LITERALLY LIKE 8 AND HE WAS SO LITTLE MY HEART

THEY LIFTED HIM ON THEIR SHOULDERS AND HE GOT THE WHOLE VERSE TO HIMSELF AND I SCREAMED

I WAS GOING FUCKING FERAL OK

his stage presence was so,, intense he commanded the whole stage and i was SHOOK

saturday night he was played by a rlly cute boy and he rolled his r’s when he talked and oh god. oh god he’s cute.

and he and race were the ones that switched today so guess ypt newsies said sprace is canon

when jack and kath kissed the first time everyone was like Oh?

during something to believe in the sax squeaked and i nearly lost my shit

THEIR HARMONIES THO. JACK HAD A RIFF THT WASN’T IN THE LIVE SND I FELL TO THE FLOOR

(friday night) suspicion confirmed. at once and for all race had the flannel of i think romeo’s brooklyn boy like they switched and i was >:3!

albert was double cast as bill and mike was double cast as darcy and AAAA

the printing press was so steampunk i yelled

DURING OAFA LIKE THE LAST CHORUS THEY WERE HANDING OUT NEWSIES BANNERS TO AUDIENCE MEMBERS I’M GONNA TRY N GET ONE TODAY

update bc i was dressed as a newsie romeo looked at me and said “look like you already joined, huh?”, winked, and kept going i’m so,

i don’t have much to say except spot was brooding the whole time in pulitzer’s office

ALSO CRUTCHIE HIT SNYDER IN THE JUNK W HIS CRUTCH AND IT LOOKED LIKE IT HURT

specs accidentally ripped her pape at the end and oscar was like you ain’t gettin a new one and then she :(ed until he gave her a new one

I WENT FERAL DURING THE CURTAIN CALLS

also when they were all outside lined up on friday i had to kneel to b face to face w spot he was so tiny

saturdays spot was still short but not as short

SNYDER HAD A SWEET FACE BUT HE WAS STILL SCARY

but most importantly i had to tell specs she was my favourite and she just. AAAAAAAA like ME WATCHING HER

UPDATE JACK AND DAVEY GAVE ME HUGS AND RACE AND I SHOOK HANDS AND DAVEY LOOKS AND SOUNDS LIKE WILL ROLAND

that’s all folks!

#newsies #newsies live #jack kelly #crutchie morris #davey jacobs #les jacobs #racetrack higgins #albert dasilva #romeo newsies #splasher newsies #medda larkin #theatre #ypt newsies

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dunkshotdreaming · 6 years

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Demon Hunter

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Word count: 5k (oneshot)

Synopsis: Maybe Ken’s been watching just a little too much anime.. maybe.

(A/N): Reposting this as a tester. I want to see if I can fix the gif issue I’ve been having with my drafts/posts lately💀 Side note, I’m not currently on my desktop tumblr so I’ll try to add the Read More option when I wake up and turn on my laptop, sorry for any inconveniences!

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I was just at home, laying on my plush sofa when I noticed my phone light up. The notification was from none other than my boyfriend, Ken, and I couldn’t help the grin that came upon my face.

“Hello?” I answered the call.

“Baby! I miss you, can I come over? I’ll buy food~,” he chirped.

“Yes Ken, of course,” I chuckled, “you’re always welcome. I was just watching reruns anyway.”

After a bit of more mushy conversation, I left my spot on the couch to tidy up the house a little before his arrival. He’d driven over soon enough, greeting me with a bear hug the second I managed to open the door, kissing all over my face as I dragged him inside just enough to shut the door behind him. Something stood out to me however, it was his jacket.

“Babe, uh, not sure how to tell you this.. but I think you bought the wrong size,” I joked.

“What, the hoodie?” Ken asked as he pointed to the red, front zip hoodie he was indeed wearing.

“It looks almost twice your size, why didn’t you just get one that fits?” I tugged on the white strings of the hood playfully. “Or did you just want a baggy sweater?”

“Actually,” he drags out the word as he slowly unzips and removes the sweater, “it’s for you.” Eyeing him with a curiously raised brow, I silently urged him to continue. “You know how you’ve been obsessing over InuYasha recently, sweetheart?”

“Of course love, why?” I have a good idea why, but I’d love to hear his explanation for this. So I kept baiting him to speak up.

“When we were watching the show last time, InuYasha gave Kagome his robe to protect her,” Ken relayed.

“So is this supposed to be the Robe of the Fire Rat?” I had to contain a giggle that was dying to burst.

“Kinda,” Ken gave me a lopsided grin, paired with his adorable eye smile. “You seemed to find it cute, so I wanted to recreate it.. like our own little insider.” His voice trailed off as suddenly his face drops.

“Ken, what is it?” I worriedly tug at his shirt. He looks down at me solemnly, placing the soft jacket over my shoulders and hugging me close. “Honey, you’re scaring the life out of me.. what’s wrong?” I crane my neck to look up at him as he smooths a hand over my hair.

Leaning down by my ear he whispers, “I’ll protect you, don’t worry.” I proceeded to freak out, thinking of what to do if there was a killer, or a robber in my house, or if there was a rapist on the loose or… When I realized what Ken was doing, it dawned on me that I couldn’t have been farther from the truth. This dork goes up to the closet in the hallway, and with a deadpan expression, pulls out of my old toy swords won at some arcade, warning me to stay behind him for safety.

Before I can begin to question his logic however, it all comes to light fairly quickly. “Hah, puny demon, you’re no match for me! What is it you want, the jewel shards? Come at me, then! Tessaiga!” And with that he unsheathes the sword.. at my yipping little Pomeranian, barking along excitedly for playtime. This grown, nearly six foot man, was pretending a puppy was a demon, fighting it to protect me, sweater and all.

After the shock had worn off from thinking there was any real danger, I watched my goofball of a boyfriend and fluff of a pup chase each other around the living room, smiling at their antics. It wasn’t long before I’d joined in as well, with my arms finally through the huge jacket sleeves, so it wouldn’t fall off my now dwarfed form. It was velvety soft, though perhaps a bit thick, and smelled of what I can only describe as Ken. His favorite cologne and something sweet, leading me to think he was probably eating candy earlier, which could partially be the cause for his extra hyper-ness today.

Somewhere along our silly chase, I nearly trip over myself, and he manages to catch me, tossing me over his shoulder with a hearty laugh. My poor dog now exhausted and laying in his bed, Ken carries me back to the couch, positioning himself under me so we could cuddle.

“You’re too cute for words, Ken Lee,” I mumble contentedly into his chest.

“But you still give me a run for my money, cutie pie.” I blushed at his words of endearment.

“Quick question. If you wanted to give me the sweater, why’d you wear it on your way over?”

“Because I wanted it to smell like me when I handed it over,” Ken paused, “ok that and I wanted to do the whole dramatic demon fighting stunt I pulled,” he confessed sheepishly.

“Dork,” I muttered with a grin plastered to my face, knowing he could feel it rather than see it as I was still against his shirt, leaning up to place a kiss on his lips.

“No hard feelings?” I felt him mumble against my lips.

“None whatsoever, my love. In fact, I’m beyond grateful you went through all this trouble.”

“It’s no trouble if it’s for you, my darling.” He grabbed my hand and kissed it tenderly, making my heart melt knowing Ken truthfully meant his words.

I playfully shoved his shoulder once he’d let go, resting my face in the crook of his neck, feeling elated. “Whatta day, I got my own Robe and you managed to unsheathe Tessaiga,” I joked.

“Does that make me your half demon?” He pulled back just to wink cheesily.

“Sure thing, as long as I’m your Kagome,” I winked back.

“But what if I liked Kikyo,” Ken teased, earning a glare before he laughed maniacally and apologized, hugging me tighter.

“Don’t think I forgot, you promised you’d buy food,” I pouted cutely, “how about we order Japanese?”

Ken snorted at my lame choice and pinched my nose before muttering “weeb” and kissing the tip. I yawned loudly, catching us both off guard. “How about we order after we take a nap?” Ken chuckled, asking if I’d stayed up late last night, to which I nodded. Busted, I had lost track of time because I ended up on the weird side of YouTube. That and reading click-bait articles, which I really should stop falling for.

With his beautiful, melodic voice, Ken sang me a lullaby, rubbing my back gently meanwhile. A soft tune and loving touch, sleep called out to me irresistibly. Engulfed by his scent and rhythmic heartbeat, I gave into the pull, and our demon slaying journey to Feudal Japan was put on hold. After all, even half demons need their beauty sleep.

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(A/N): I really hope you all liked it, and as I’ve probably mentioned before, InuYasha quite literally showed me a whole new world. Bc withhout it I wouldn’t be the kpop/anime nerd I am today lmao

Wishing you all an amazing day~ Oh, and if you noticed any typos, feel free to point them out and I’ll fix em asap!

♥ Best wishes, as always. xoxo, Berry 🍓

#repost #testing testing #ken lee demon hunter #demon hunter #lee jaehwan #vixx #vixx scenarios #vixx fanfics #vixx x reader #ken #vixx ken #ken x reader #gender neutral self insert #reader insert #dunkshotdreaming

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opaleyedprince · 6 years

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the archangels, post one

under a cut so i don’t clog up ya dashes, apologies for any spelling errors i’m just infodumping here

also these are only my interpretations for red strings just fyi

first of all, in order from oldest to youngest we have:

michael (followed closely by satan b ut this post isn’t about him for once)

gabriel

jophiel

raphael

zadkiel

uriel

chamuel

rainbow-color wise however, i eventually sorted it like this:

red - michael

orange - chamuel

yellow - jophiel

green - raphael

blue - uriel

indigo - gabriel

violet - zadkiel

n ow onto the rambles

michael (he/him)

as an angel of protection, i gave him diligence for his virtue, and wrath for his sin. he’s the most capable of the seven in physical battle, and also the most devoted to serving god - who also couldn’t care less about him, we all know this. often it was his “job” to strike rebellious angels out of heaven. since we already have canon characterization for him, i let him pretty much be as he is; though i do love aspects of fanon!michael so those will probably appear in the fic w/him

chamuel (they/them)

ah, the angel of love! i gave them humility for their virtue, and lust for their sin - bc they crave attention and adoration from everyone. they’re not a show-off, more that pesky younger sibling that somehow always gets their way. bubbly and a bit of a suck-up. in human form, i envision them wearing a lot of bright and warm colors, and they have a short cute hairstyle. they’re a cupid of sorts, able to sense all kinds of love between people: romantic, familial, platonic, etc.

jophiel (he/him)

because he’s an angel of knowledge, i gave him temperance for his virtue, as he’s withdrawn and rather bookish. for his sin, i decided on greed; he has an insatiable hunger for information of any kind; to him, knowledge is the most precious of all things, something that is definitely worth killing for. he has long hair, and no arms - at least, none attached to his body. instead, halos appear in the air, and through those halos he “summons” however many arms he wants. like an owl, i imagine he can turn his head completely around, and in human form he prefers muted and pastel colors in clothes. he also speaks in riddles most of the time, so he’s difficult to understand.

raphael (she/they)

as an angel of healing and safety, i gave raphael charity for her virtue. but i also gave her envy bc of the whole “green with envy” saying, i just couldn’t resist. she’s very protective of her siblings, and also hates seeing angels hurt - fallen or not, she believes they all deserve a safe place (and heaven certainly isn’t that, at least not any longer). bc of her envy, she has a cold, cruel streak born of an inferiority complex. she’s a skilled fighter, with speed exceeded only by michael, but loathes war and other situations that lead to need of her charity. she’s also able to create minor shelters/clothes/food out of thin air or transform matter around her bc of her powers. in human form, she tends to wear her hair pulled or pinned back, and likes darker clothes.

uriel (they/she/he)

since uriel is an angel of peace, i gave them kindness, but i also gave them gluttony, i guess they take the whole treat-yo-self thing a little too far, or maybe it could be compared to how people overindulge and grow complacent in times of place. if raphael dislikes war, then uriel absolutely loathes it - in fact, they despise fighting of any kind at all. they can be pretty bitter bc of all the conflicts that have occurred between angels, but they’re also terrified of the bloodlust humanity and demons display. in human form, they enjoy wearing things with peace signs on them. yanno those big, obnoxious peace sign earrings? they love em! and they also love human food, they joke it’s humanity’s single redeeming invention

gabriel (he/him)

o h gabe - depending on interpretation, he’s an angel of purity or of order and discipline. i gave him chastity, and in this case it’s purely ironic, just a front he puts on to pull pranks. he’s lazy, so i gave him sloth as his sin. he may be the third-oldest, but he acts a lot younger, always pestering his siblings purely for entertainment purposes. in human form, he likes wearing ridiculous outfits and giving the others heart attacks. he’s a creature of habit and has a specific routine he sticks to, he’s also the most organized of the seven. you know those angels that appear as giant wheels with wings and eyes, and then shout for humans to “not fear”? that’s gabe, he finds it so, so funny.

zadkiel (they/she/he)

they may be an angel of forgiveness - which is their virtue, but they are proud and posturing as a peacock. pride, that’s what i’m getting at, pride is their sin. they’re stuck-up and will make other angels run errands for them, and they specialize in non-physical combat, second only to satan. most of the time they don’t feel like fighting though, they’re “too important” for that. they’re very much forgive but never forget if you catch my drift, they see themselves as angel royalty of a sort. in human form they compete with michael, are always wearing the latest fashions, and like vibrant colors. but they really do have soft spots for their siblings, even if they have a hard time voicing their feelings bc of their pride.

#eli's rambles #y'all think i joke abt how much effort i put into these guys i h AVE A NOTEBOOK! I WROTE THIS SHIT DOWN!!#IN MY NOTEBOOK #WITH PENCIL! I MADE C H A R T S!#anyway! i love them they are my kids now #i'm gonna draw their angel and human forms soon i promise #i l ove them all fivjhnb #also thank you to morgan for putting up with all my brainstorming abt these guys you're the best #if anyone wants to help or add their own ideas feel free i would love to talk #!!#archangel tag

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jordan102791 · 5 years

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Pixie Love Note part 12

"Shit!" Piper slams the heel of her palm into the rim of her steering wheel. "Damnit! What was I thinking? I never should've fallen asleep. That damn dream, well guess it wasn't a dream really. Shit. Shit, shit, shit! I can't go down this road again. How do I fix this?"

Her phone shoved in the side of her purse, at least she'd remembered to grab that, started chirping. A text message. Blindly, fumbling around she dug out the cheap phone and lit up the screen. Wulf. Shit. She couldn't talk to him now. Could she ever talk to him again? Her face heated at the flashes of the night before filling her mind. No. They were supposed to be just friends and she had to go and ruin that. A heavy sigh leaking out. But she couldn't just abandon him with everything going on with Amanda. She'd just have to put him back on his side of the fence. No overly friendly conversations. Keep it basic. Surface relationship.

With a plan in mind some of the tension rolled out of her shoulders. She uncurled herself from around her steering wheel to finally sit back in her seat. His smell enveloped her, she pulled the collar of his shirt up, taking a whiff. Damn shirt. "And what right does someone that good looking that can play music that well have to smell this good," she muttered to herself, placing both hands back on the wheel. She'd just have to breathe through her mouth or something and change when she gets home.

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Wulf came down the stairs, quiet, but a dark cloud obviously hanging over his head.

"Still nothing from her," Pix prodded her brother gently. Her tiny hand resting on his shoulder.

Not bothering to open his mouth, he solemnly shook his head. And gave her a one-sided sad smile.

"She'll call. I know she will." Amanda pats his shoulder like he might break if she's too rough with him right now.

"And if she doesn't?"

"She will. Just keep trying. She's probably just scared right now. She'll come around."

Exhaling a heavy breath, he nods. "The guys are supposed to stop by in a bit."

"Ok. I'll step out for a bit, so you can discuss business without worrying over me," she said giving him a pointed look. His only response, the brilliant smile that always lit up a room and a small chuckle.

Amanda gathered the clothes her brother had reverently folded and laid on the corner of the table in the foyer, shoving them into a bag. "I'm gonna see if I can drop these things off at her job for her, all right? She probably wants her shoes back at least." Wulf mumbled his agreement.

A car rumbled up the driveway as she grabbed the shoes from the floor and her purse from the hook. She opened the door in time to see Tyler jumping onto the porch.

"Hey, Pix," he drawled spotting the shoes and bag in her hands. "Well I know you aren't heading to the gym bc Wulfy would've locked you up if he suspected such a thing. And let's be real, you're only going running if something's chasing you," he teased. "So, you got a hot date you're trying to impress with those sneaks? Or this?" He snaked a bra out of the bag tucked under her arm, a smug look twisting his features.

"Nope. Just returning some things."

"Oh. So it was a hot date already? My my Pix, didn't know you were swinging that way these days. How things change, proud of you," he gives her a conspiratorial smile.

"Wasn't my hot date, I'm just the delivery girl. House is all to you boys, I'll be back later," Amanda stated before snagging the bra from his hand and stuffing it back into her bag as she walked around him. Waving a hand, calling hello to Pete and Gage as she slid into her car. Charlie and Mags pulling in shortly after.

Tyler lets himself in the door, the rest trudging in behind him. Wulf nestled in the corner of the couch; his bandmates plopping down around him.

"So Pix said you had a date last night, and she's doing your walk of shame for you?" Tyler's brows inched towards his hairline.

"I don't really want to get into it, can we just work," Wulf growled.

"Oooo touchy," Pete teased.

"Didn't perform so well last night," Gage goaded.

"I'm not talking about this right now."

"Anyone we know," Charlie asked.

Wulf let out a heavy sigh, relenting that he wouldn't get out of this conversation without giving something up to them. "Remember the girl a few months back that dipped out before I woke up?"

"I think I remember you mentioning something about some not-so-clingy chick over breakfast," Maggie answered. "What about her?"

"She lives nearby. Other end of town from what I've gathered. Her and I have been talking for a while now. Friends, ya know? It made me feel better having someone nearby that could check on Pix."

"So, what? She wants money from you," Tyler asked.

Wulf shakes his head. "No, she doesn't want anything from me," awe tinging his voice.

"Is she gonna sell everything about Pix to the gossip mags," Gage asked, suddenly concerned.

"No. She says it's not her business to share, especially if we don't want to."

"Ya know, sharing that stuff could've turned out badly," Charlie chided.

"I know, but at the time none of it mattered to me."

"Ok Wulf, so what's the problem," Mags asked gently.

"She said no strings attached back when we were on tour, well she came over last night to eat with Pix and I and just chill. And well one thing turned into another and now Pix is doing my walk of shame."

"So, she lied and wants a relationship now," Pete asked.

"Oh man, you dog," Tyler laughs. "You kicked her out without her bra or shoes?"

"This is why we don't bring ladies back to the domicile," Gage added.

"No, I didn't kick her out. She left on her own."

"So, what's the problem," from Pete.

"She ran out, like she was on fire."

"Wait, wait, wait. So she left, no strings attached, no promises to call, couldn't get out of here fast enough," Tyler clarified.

At Wulf's quiet nod, Gage chimes, "Man you really are losing your touch. So bad you're running 'em right out the door." Pete snickering beside him.

"Ok so, what's the problem? Sounds like a dream, if I hadn't seen Pix carrying out the evidence I might've thought you had been."

"She ran from me."

"Yea, but you don't have to worry about it now, move on to the next one."

"Hey," Mags reaches over to touch Wulf's forearm. "Can we get something together to eat right quick?" He nods before getting up. "No worries guys, you get started. We'll be right back," she adds to the rest with a sweet smile.

"What did you want to eat?"

"I'm not really worried about food, though I am starving. I'm worried about you," she says just above a whisper.

"Why are you worried? I'm fine," giving her a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

"Don't lie to me. You're upset and I think I know why," giving him a pointed look.

"Why would I be upset? You heard the guys, I'm living the dream."

"Oh, please. Don't insult me. It may be their dream, but I can see in your eyes it isn't yours, so want to tell me why?"

"Not really, but you're not gonna let me out til I tell you are you?"

"You don't have to tell me if you really don't want to, but I would like to help you. You should have at least one person, besides your sister, who knows what's up."

He pushes his hands through his long golden hair before drooping his shoulders. "Fine. Fine. Her name's Piper. She was auper cool when we got together on tour and wanted to talk about more than just how hot I was and how we'd be together forever. She left her phone number, but not in a pushy way, more just a 'here it is if you need it' kinda way. And when Pix called I found it and I did need it. We were all drowning in that grief and I needed someone not immersed in it, so I texted her. And we've been talking pretty regularly ever since. She's been holding me at arm's length though. I feel like she's not telling me a lot about herself for some reason and made it clear she just wanted to be friends. She's not after the money or any fame, she's just Piper. She's sweet and funny and cares about things. I asked her to come eat dinner last night. And well she made a half asleep move on me and I reciprocated and then this morning she freaked out and ran out the door like a bat out of hell before I could even catch her."

"So you like her, like really like her? And she doesn't feel the same?" The look he gives her answers the questions all on its own. "Aww baby, come here." Maggie pulls his large body in for a comforting hug.

"What if I've lost her from my life now?"

"I'm sure you haven't lost her. You just need to take a step back for a minute. She's obviously physically attracted to you, you'll just have to show her she's attracted to the rest of you too. Have you called her?"

"Yea, but she won't answer me."

"Just give her some space, let her come to you again maybe."

"Thanks Mags. Now I guess we should get that food before those vultures come sniffing around."

"There's the friend I know and love," giving him a quick smile as she releases him from her bear hug.

*****

Piper was tied on her apron, change jingling in the pocket. Pens clanking, hing across the edge, when a petite women walked in from the light. The door closing, settling the entryway in shadows revealed fairy-like Amanda standing there, looking straight at Piper with a crease in her forehead. The tiny woman marched over to the counter between them.

"Hi Amanda," Piper greets in a meek voice. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been this nervous.

"Hey," she returns a gentle smile. "You left in a rush this morning, thought you might need these?" She holds up the sneakers for the server to see. "Brought the rest with me too, but you probably want to just shove it in your truck."

Piper's cheeks redden at the memory of what all she left behind and why. "I'm sorry about this morning."

"No need to apologize to me. Jason on the other hand, you may want to answer one of those calls or texts from him."

"I... I... I just can't. I don't know what I would even say to him."

"Maybe start with why you ran out this morning?"

"Friends. We were just supposed to be friends and nothing else. And I screwed that up."

"What's wrong with more than just friends? You're two consenting adults. And Jase would kill me for sharing this with you, but I'm pretty sure he'd be into that too."

"That's exactly the problem. I can't love him. I can't love anyone, and he deserves to find someone who can. I can't keep him from that."

"No one says you have to love him right now. No one expects you to, but maybe one day you will, what's so wrong about loving him?"

"I just... I just can't. It'd be better for him to break from that now. Please. I don't want to hurt him. I've used up my allotment. I can't be that for him, I just can't." Desperation filling each of her words.

"Ok fine, but you still need to talk to him. Explain it to him. Because Jase is loyal to a fault and has a hard time letting go without good reason. You need to give him that reason. I'll go put that bag in your truck. And can I place a to-go order?"

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Hii! I really love your writing ❤️ can I request a protective!Harry one shot. Maybe y/n having a panic attack or something bc of the crowds xx Thank u

Hello lovie! I know you requested this a long time ago and I apologize for not writing this right away. Here she is and I hope you enjoy! I love this little one shot, so hope you love her too! Much love!!💓❤💞💕