#cnco gender neutral

[cnchoe-imagines]

hey boo maybe one where it's the boys turn ons and offs? idk skdjksdj

hehehehehe thank u boo ;) 

GENDER-NEUTRAL SMUT BELOW

chris ↴

lip biting !! when yall are making out and u pull his lip between your teeth he’ll be falling apart with a groan

hair pulling !! this boi didn’t grow out his hair for nothing !! if u give that shit a good tug he’ll be growling in your ear (also,, if you’ve got a sensitive scalp pls let him pull yours he’ll bust a nut in .3 seconds)

sexy pics/videos !! he’ll love sexting you or having video/phone sex while he’s on tour, and when he gets back, will definitely be down for filming some of your bedroom time together (as long as you’re comfortable ofc !!! and he’ll be EXTREMELY protective of the footage)

turn off time!!

i honestly think he isn’t that much into a power play that extends outside of the bedroom. he’s totally down to being your dom/sub at home, but not exactly turning it into your entire lifestyle

we also know he’s a bit of a scaredy cat so anything with too much of a risk makes him feel uncomfy (knife play, wax play, blood play, etc.)

richard ↴

k look,, your girl was gonna leave this one out but why be a liar when i can just preach the truth ?? this boi has a breeding kink ok?? he doesn’t care if you can’t get pregnant, he just wanna fill u up dsajfkadsjkfads imma kms

SPANKING !!! JDFSKFJAD SPANKING !!! LET HIM SLAP YOUR ASS PLS U WON’T REGRET IT JSDKFDS ESPECIALLY WHEN HE HAS ON THOSE LEATHER GLOVES HE ALWAYS WEARS OHMYGOD–

lots and lots of public !! teasing !! rich is the type to be grinding against you at the club or teasing u with his fingers at a restaurant while he just smirks at u trying to be quiet

with all that said, he’s a very hands-on person (lmfao) so he won’t like things where he can’t feel you completely

he wants to feel you digging your nails into his back or sucking hickeys on his neck or wrapping your legs around his waist so restraint isn’t his fave

zabdiel ↴

o r g a s m  d e n i a l !!!!!!! i’m just saying it yall !! he’s gonna get u worked up so many times and then pull away like :) “why are you looking at me like that? did you need something?”

HOWEVER !!! overstimulation ?? he stans. once he’s got u on the verge of cumming for the 10th time that night he’ll finally let u,, and then make u again,, and again,, and maybe even a fourth time idk just get your ass ready fdsjkadsj

now, unlike rich,, zabdaddy gonna have you tied to every post of the bed ok? legs spread and restrained, arms handcuffed behind your back, watching you shake for his touch while he trails his fingers down every inch of your body 

turn offs ?? hmmm

i think he’d be down to have a couple toys in the bedroom, but not a lot. he wants u cumming on his fingers, tongue, thigh, dick, etc. bc of that he doesn’t rlly like mutual masturbation either bc he just wants to ! TOUCH ! YOU !

joel ↴

hehehehe here we goooooo !!! first off, dry humping ??? feeling his jeans against his hard dick while you rub against him ???? he will cum in his underwear i promise u djsafkjds

LAP DANCES ??? OHMYGOD JUST PLAY SOME SEXY MUSIC AND STRIP FOR THIS BITCH AND HE’LL LOSE HIS SHIT I PROMISE U !!!

omg having u ride his face?? his fucking heaven istg… it doesn’t matter if he’s eating u out, sucking your dick or whatever else u want,,, he !! just !! wants !! u !! hovering !! over !! his !! face !! while !! he !! does !! it !!

*whispers* lingerie tooo pls put that lacey shit on and let him take pics of u in it u won’t regret it

turn offs,,, hmmmmm…. 

besides when he cums in his pants while u grind on him or whatever,, he does not like messy stuff,,, any kind of food play or thing that requires a lot of cleanup is not his fave bc he just wants to cuddle u after sex and not deal with laundry or some shit like that LOL

erick ↴ 

now i thought long and hard about this boi (no pun intended) and damn did i get some good ideas ;)

firstly,,, moan kink !!! just make A N Y sound in this bois ear and he will fall apart and be groaning like u have never heard before

PRAISE PRAISE PRAISE !!! both ways omg… he’ll spend HOURS kissing your entire body while he talks about how amazing it is and how lucky he is to have u – and if u do the same to him,, you will be rewarded with many kisses and whimpers

ok also making out?? like kisses in general are his SHIT but if you slip some tongue in there,, there’s no going back,, he’ll have u pinned to the couch while he tongue fucks your mouth until your lips are bright red and covered in spit

turn offs?? anything to do w/ like cuckolding or smthing like that. despite how confident he is,, i think he’d get super insecure if you tried to flirt or more with another guy in front of him – you’d end up with a rlly hurt erick instead of the jealous sex u might desire lololol

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[myriadimagines]

Lost Time

The Umbrella Academy One Shot

Pairing: Reader x Number Five

Other Characters: —

Warnings: mentions of death

Summary: Five and his twin sister, y/n, catch up with one another for the first time in 16 years.

Word Count: 1,252

A/N: i don’t really feel like explaining why i wanted to write this but i need to get thoughts down and five fit best with the concept i had in mind so :) this is set in season 1 so no worries about potential spoilers. i’m sorry for not keeping the reader gender neutral (i was basically inserting myself into this akshdas) also idk why i chose to do this in third person instead of second like i normally do but here we are. i was going to make this longer but decided to quit while i was ahead.

please reblog/leave comments, they’re very much appreciated!

A coffee break seems trivial in the wake of the apocalypse, but Five sits in the small diner nonetheless, nursing an empty, coffee stained mug. He taps his shoe against the tile, impatient as always, knowing that every second wasted is precious. 

He looks up as the door chimes, sees y/n wrapped in a dark coat. She doesn’t need to look around the room to know which booth to sit at, making her way to the corner where she and Five used to sit as kids, sneaking out the Hargreeves mansion late at night for donuts and other sugary midnight treats they could get their hands on.

“You’re late.” Five deadpans as she sits down. It’s meant to be a jab, but she brushes it off with the air of someone who’s had to deal with such remarks all her life. She knows better than anyone that having to grow up with seven other siblings practically makes you immune to petty teasing and sarcasm. She shrugs off her coat, hands smoothing over a blouse underneath. She’s well dressed, Five notes, although he wouldn’t expect anything else from his twin.

y/n Hargreeves, Five quickly realised soon after arriving into 2019, grew up to be a sophisticated woman, with a mind as sharp as his. With the styled dark hair and the piercing eyes, the resemblance between the two of them is striking. Even still, with y/n in adulthood and Five trapped as a teenager, one can’t deny the similarities. 

“Good to see you too, Five,” y/n finally says, waving down a passing waitress as she rolls up the sleeves of her top. She smiles at the waitress, curtly nodding, “Some coffee, please.”

y/n slides her mug over to the waitress, who fills up the cup. Before she can depart, Five holds out his cup, and the waitress pauses before hesitantly filling it up. Tapping his finger against the table, Five remarks, “Leave the pot.” 

She blinks at him in surprise. “I—”

Five raises an eyebrow at her, expression stoic, and she hurriedly sets the coffee down, scuttling off. He takes it, filling his cup up to the brim. The novelty of coffee has yet to wear off for him, but he hopes it never does. After 60 years of being alone in an apocalyptic wasteland, coffee is one of the many pleasures that Five has come to appreciate. He gulps it down, frowning at the watery taste — far too weak for his liking. Rolling back his shoulders, he meets his twin’s gaze as he asks, “So, care to enlighten me about why we’re here?”

y/n smiles, slowly taking a sip of her own coffee. She knows her leisurely pace gets on her brother’s nerves. He was always so antsy as a child, rushing off and leaving her in the dust. She smacks her lips together, letting out a hum of appreciation, “Good coffee, isn’t it?”

“Could be stronger.” Five impatiently remarks. Shaking his head, he leans forward as he continues, “We don’t have time for thi—”

“Do you ever think about how much lost time there is between us?” y/n interrupts, and Five’s eyebrows furrow. She leans back in the booth, the leather creaking underneath her as she wraps her fingers around her mug. She traces a finger alongside the handle of the mug, moving along the curve, before continuing, “Some days I try not to. But I find myself coming back to it day after day.” 

Five doesn’t respond, because what can he say? He knows an apology means nothing, and what could he possibly apologize for? Sorry for getting stuck in the future, sorry for not being able to come back. He knows it’s futile, and so does y/n. 

But from the look on her face, Five knows that doesn’t mean it hurts any less. So after a moment’s consideration, Five finally responds, “So talk to me about it. All the time lost, fill me in. That’s why you brought me here, isn’t it?” 

He leans back, shooting her an expectant look. She studies his expression, eyes narrowed, before she takes a deep breath. “I was desolate when you went missing.”

Guilt rushes through Five’s body. He lowers his head, gaze dropping into his coffee. He can see his rippling reflection in the dark liquid, and he absently swirls the mug slightly. Suddenly, he can feel the weight of all the years him and y/n spent apart, violently ripped from one another’s lives to each face a world that they’ve never faced alone. As twins, the two were inseparable, no matter Reginald’s attempts to break that. And in the end, it wasn’t even Reginald who managed to tear them apart. No, Five managed that feat all by himself. 

He curses his arrogance now, curses his boisterous self. The apocalypse aged him more than anything else, burdened him with wisdom and knowledge beyond his age. It all comes in handy now, but at what cost?

“It was painful, at first,” y/n continues. “But the years blurred together after a while.”

Whatever childhood y/n had was stolen from her the day Five went missing, although she reckons there wasn’t much childish innocence left to begin with. It wasn’t long before Ben’s death shattered her further, and she damned the Umbrella Academy within her own mind. A loveless home that had taken everything from her, a cold house that left her empty. 

y/n didn’t know where life would take her, but she always thought one certainty she could rely on was her twin brother. Whatever would happen, he would have her back, until he didn’t. Once she left the academy, she tried living a normal life, tried at some semblance of being ordinary to cover up the childhood trauma. Went to college, got a job, dated around, even thought about starting a family. But with each milestone she hit, every goal that made her seem more normal, it served as a painful reminder of the years she had gone without her brother. A reminder of how old she was getting, and how she would never get to see Five get old with her. Even the few sparse sibling reunions she had with the others were too much to bear, because the family didn’t feel complete without the siblings they had lost.

“You know,” Five speaks up. He sucks in a sharp breath, as if the vulnerability is hurting him,  but he admits, “I would reread your chapter in Vanya’s book, to the point where I’d memorise the words. But I felt like it was all I had of you left. You and everyone else.”

A sad smile appears on y/n’s face. She doesn’t say anything, before remarking, “I adore Vanya, really. But I’ve never hated anything more than I’ve hated the book.” 

Five blinks in surprise at y/n’s statement, before he lets out a low chuckle. “Like I said, that book was all I had left of you guys. But honestly? I hated it, too.”

y/n laughs, snorting in a way that Five used to mock her for, but the bubbly sound of his sister’s laughter makes him feel nostalgic instead. She shakes her head, remarking, “I missed this.”

Five nods, a soft smile lighting up his face. A rarity, y/n knows, for him to genuinely smile without a hint of sarcasm or smugness. The seconds don’t feel wasted anymore, and Five replies, “I missed this, too.”

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[cuntisthereason]

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AAA YES YOY DID SEND AN ASK BEFORE ,,, YOU ASKED FOR ALL LMAO BUT IM GONNA ANSWER THIS since it's specific okay? AND THAANK YOUU MANGO 💜

😌 ~ I will rate your url

-0.219/10 haha /j but dude the url's neat and probably one the best ones I've read 10/10 :)

🥺 ~ I will describe your blog's ~vibes~

ALIGNMENT IS CHAOTIC GOOD, as a whole according to me but it could also be CHAOTIC EVIL.

You're this whole other level of punny. And like that one kid in the bus who everybody knows and acknowledges ya know. Chill. And oh you're smart. So basically all good vibes dude,,,, some sparkles here and there just to hide the fact that you can kill anyone anywhere at any given time. No hesitations.

👑 ~ moodboard based on your blog

It isn't that good sorry I'm a bit drained

✨ ~ a random pic from my gallery

🤡 ~ I'll tell you an awesome thing you said in a post or my favourite og post of yours

dudeeee(gender-neutral) there are sooo many how do i choose!! well here you go-

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🎵 ~ a song I that matches your personality according to me

i stopped doing the personality match for a song because I found it very tiring sorry but here are soem of my fav songs you should def try!!! 💜

@mango-pickle

[anninhiliation]

Younger Sibling

Anon: “ok so being a younger sibling to one of the boys? how do you think the relationship would be? ALSO who do you think they would or wouldn’t get along with in the band and why? [youre absolutely killing with the fanfics recently btw I love it❣️]”

A/N: High key feel like this is a better question for Lucia @ yatusabess (Queen of tea and everything about the boys) but I will give you what I would picture. I am not saying any of this is accurate and I also tried keeping this Gender Neutral. 

Masterlist

Chris:

So you’re 22 or younger

I feel like the relationship depends on your personality, to be honest

But I don't see him being too distant on his siblings

I see him being a protective older brother if you’re a girl

(I’m a younger sister and even my brother is protective of me even though we don't really have the best relationship. My best friend acted as if she was an only sibling at one point, ((No she was not a child and she wasn't being funny)) and her older brother was still protective of her. Good relationships between younger sisters and older brothers I’ve seen the brothers be protective.) So, I see Chris being protective

Probably messes with you a lot though

I feel like he can be serious with you though

Would not want you to meet anyone in the band

But let's say you do, I mean they are like all one extended family

I don't think the younger sibling would have any problems with anyone and if they do I feel like it would be private beef between the CNCO member and you

Richard:

So you’re 21 making you Yashua’s twin or younger

100% Protective of you if you’re a girl

The relationship between the two of you depends on your personality

I feel like it doesn't matter if he's close or not to you, he's still going to watch out for you

Probably would beat up a boy for you 

Richard once said in an interview he wouldn't let anyone meet his sister or give them permission to date? Idk but there’s no way any of the boys would let one of their fellow band members date their siblings

Definitely would ban you from being in the same room as Chris

He knows how Chris is

Same thing I said with Chris if the younger sibling and the band member of CNCO do not like each other for whatever reason I see it being kept on the down-low

Zabdiel:

So you’re 20 or younger

I feel like Zabdiel would be a chill older sibling 

Idk why but I see him being one of those siblings thats like;

“How old are you now?”

“You got a job?”

“You graduated?”

I feel like you could also go to him for advice or to keep a secret

High key I feel like if you’re Zabdiel’s sister he would be the most lenient about you interacting with the boys

I don't really see you and the other boys having any issues

But if you guys do, its kept private

Joel:

So you’re 19 or younger

I do not think Joel would be overprotective, but if somethings bothering him you would know

Might drag you through twitter during a fight

Would not want you meeting the others 

But you will at some point 

Tbh, I don't see the boys having a problem with any of the other siblings, but I am not a fly on the wall

Erick:

So you’re a minor 

Are you in diapers? 

Erick said in an interview out of all the guys he would let his sister meet or introduce to Zabdiel or Joel

But you're a minor so 100% forget about Zabdaddy you gotta be 25 or over to ride that train

You’re a minor so forget doing anything with the others 

They can be your friend

Enjoy being a baby because my son is a baby 

ily son

[tabloidtoc]

People, October 14

Cover: Tyler Perry -- Trauma, Triumph and Finding Love 

Page 3: Chatter -- Kesha, Kirsten Dunst, Cobie Smulders, Viola Davis, Reese Witherspoon, John Legend 

Page 4: 5 Things We’re Talking About This Week -- Laura Dern and Jeff Goldblum return for Jurassic World 3, Samuel L. Jackson to voice Alexa, Mattel releases gender-neutral dolls, Jennifer Lopez and Shakira will play the Super Bowl, Lenny Kravitz loses his sunglasses 

Page 6: Contents 

Page 8: StarTracks -- Archie’s debut in South Africa with Prince Harry and Duchess Meghan Markle 

Page 9: Prince Harry walks in Princess Diana’s footsteps in a minefield in Angola 

Page 10: Sarah Jessica Parker, Helen Mirren’s royal arrival, OneRepublic frontman Ryan Tedder and Carole King and Kelly Clarkson 

Page 11: Famous Families -- Evan Ross and Ashlee Simpson Ross and daughter Jagger, Eva Longoria and son Santiago, Adam Sandler and wife Jackie with daughters Sadie and Sunny, Blythe Danner and daughter Gwyneth Paltrow and daughter Apple, Ricky Martin and husband Jwan Yosef and twin sons Matteo and Valentino 

Page 12: Will Smith, pregnant Jenna Dewan, Chris Martin and Dakota Johnson 

Page 13: Florida Georgia Line, StyleTracks -- bows -- Janet Mock, Dascha Polanco, Jonathan Van Ness, Constance Wu, Isla Fisher, Elle Fanning 

Page 15: How Ashton Kutcher and Mila Kunis are staying strong after Demi Moore’s book is released 

Page 16: Jessica Simpson’s happy healthy life after baby no. 3 

Page 19: Heart Monitor -- Chris Lane and Lauren Bushnell ready to wed, Jake Gyllenhaal and Jeanne Cadieu going strong, Evan Peters and Halsey new couple, Sandra Lee and Andrew Cuomo are over 

Page 21: Another Royal Engagement -- Princess Beatrice and Edoardo Mapelli Mozzi 

Page 22: Heidi Klum on life as a mom and a newlywed, This Week in People History -- 1988 -- Tom Hanks and Sally Field teamed up 

Page 25: Kaley Cuoco’s luxe L.A. villa on sale, Tom Brady -- my fit family 

Page 27: Stories to Make You Smile 

Page 29: Passages, Why I Care -- Ray Romano who lost his friend and costar Peter Boyle to myeloma supports the hunt for a cure 

Page 30: People Picks -- Batwoman 

Page 32: Lucy in the Sky, Pain & Glory 

Page 34: Joker 

Page 35: Nancy Drew, Angel Olsen -- All Mirrors, Q&A -- Brittany Snow 

Page 36: Books 

Page 38: Cover Story -- The triumphant life of Tyler Perry 

Page 44: Justin and Hailey Bieber’s wedding

Page 47: Hillary and Chelsea Clinton open up about their fears for and faith in America 

Page 50: Murder at a day spa 

Page 52: Marie Osmond -- finding my joy 

Page 57: Megan Phelps-Roper chooses to leave hatred behind -- her grandfather founded the infamous Westboro Baptist Church 

Page 61: Bob Newhart -- my life in pictures 

Page 65: Ones to Watch -- Florence Pugh 

Page 66: Manuel Garcia-Rulfo, CNCO, Ari Lennox 

Page 67: Anthony Ramos, Quinta Brunson, Sherry Cola 

Page 68: Kelvin Harrison Jr., Kim Petras, Sophia Lillis, Morgan Wallen 

Page 70: Naomi Ackie, Hero Fiennes Tiffin, Lauren Ridloff 

Page 73: Nesta Cooper, Noah Jupe, Roman Griffin Davis, Faithe Herman 

Page 75: Style -- how to layer like a pro -- Katie Holmes 

Page 87: Second Look -- Laverne Cox 

Page 88: One Last Thing -- Kal Penn 

[truemedian]

Miley Cyrus Returns To The VMAs For Debut Performance Of ‘Midnight Sky’

Getty Images Must be something in the water, because Miley Cyrus is back to deliver another iconic performance at the VMAs! The singer has a rich history at the VMAs, including her turn as a host in 2015, as well as her breathtaking rendition of "Slide Away" at last year's show. On August 30, the global superstar will make her live debut of "Midnight Sky," her latest single which dropped just a few days prior. Cyrus's directional music video for "Mother's Daughter," which was inspired by the radical feminist group Femen, is also nominated for Best Art Direction and Best Editing. This year's thrilling squad of performers includes Lady Gaga — set to bring her Chromatica album to life — along with BTS, who will take the stage to mark the TV debut of their upcoming single "Dynamite." Fellow global pop talents The Weeknd, Doja Cat, J Balvin, Roddy Ricch, Maluma, and CNCO are all set to perform as well. Keke Palmer will host the show. Lady Gaga and Ariana Grande lead this year's VMA nominations with nine nods each, followed closely behind by Billie Eilish and The Weeknd, who each have six. See the full list of nominees, and vote for your faves across 15 gender-neutral categories right now, at vma.mtv.com. The 2020 VMAs will air live at 8 p.m. ET/PT on Sunday, August 30 across MTV's linear and digital platforms, as well as with several outdoor performances around New York City. Find everything you need to know at vma.mtv.com. VMAs Music Miley Cyrus Read More Read the full article

[polyglol]

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[myriadimagines]

Wholeheartedly

The Umbrella Academy One Shot

Pairing: Reader x Klaus Hargreeves

Other Characters: –

Warnings: panic attacks, drugs

Requester: anonymous

Request: “If it’s not too much to ask could you please write a Klaus (tua) one shot with an established relationship between him and either a male or gender neutral reader where he has panic attacks sometimes and something that really helps him calm down is the reader holding him and singing to him and it’s mainly just a very soft comfort fic (for a song two headed boy or king of carrot flowers by neutral milk hotel give me big sad Klaus vibes) Thank you! I love your writing!”

Word Count: 1,578

A/N: Thank you so much!!! For future reference, I do usually prefer a lot more detail for one shots, but I didn’t turn this down because I used the song and based the one shot around King of Carrot Flowers. I also probably completely misinterpreted the lyrics and I didn’t include the last stanza but, anyway, I hope you like it!!

please reblog/leave comments, they’re very much appreciated!

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His trembling body startles you awake, glistening sweat on his bare skin illuminated by the pale moonlight glow that seeps through your thin curtains. His dark curls are plastered to his forehead, face dangerously pallid as he tosses and turns, entangling himself within your duvet as his flailing limbs beat against your chest. He whimpers out names, names you don’t recognize, but his voice is strained, face contorted in pain as he anguished cries become louder, eyes screwed shut as he shields his face with his arms, protecting himself from invisible enemies looming over him. 

You immediately sit up, eyes wide with panic as you grab your boyfriend’s shoulders, urging, “Klaus, wake up. Klaus!”

Klaus jolts awake, head snapping to the side as his eyes meet yours. You breathe out a sigh of relief, but it’s short lived as Klaus lunges into your arms, burrowing his head into your chest as his breaths become short. You swear you can feel his heart pounding wildly against your own chest, and Klaus barely chokes out in a harsh whisper, “y/n, I- I can’t breathe-”

Klaus’ head spins as you hold him in your arms, rubbing your hands up and down his back in a feeble gesture to soothe him. His surroundings are tilted, feverishly spinning in an uncontrollable frenzy as he struggles to make sense of the world outside your sturdy arms. The darkness of your room feels suffocating, shadowing monsters creeping up the side of the bed with outstretched limbs trying to claw Klaus into the ground. 

You know it’s the withdrawal. You have been trying to convince Klaus to quit using, and his body violently purges itself from leftover substances coursing through his bloodstream. It pains you to see him struggle, to see him writhe in your arms and hear the low, animalist groans escaping his lips, yet you remind yourself that this is for the better. This will make him better.

But as Klaus hears the overwhelming voices of the dead returning, the voices he suppresses with each drug he takes, each substance he injects into his veins, he’s reminded why he dives into the seductive arms of alcohol and drugs in the first place.

The dead are unforgiving, Klaus learned from a young age. They are relentless, hysterical souls left unsatisfied as they attempt to talk to Klaus, attempt to use him as a gateway to the living. They never stop, never quiet down no matter how much Klaus begs them to, no matter how hard he tries to control them. And as they become louder, incomprehensible shrieking in his ears, it’s no longer the withdrawal that sends his heart into arrhythmia. 

You’ve learned to recognize when Klaus has a panic attack. It’s not his first, and unfortunately, it will not be his last. You feel helpless, unable to do anything but stay by your boyfriend’s side until his symptoms soothe, and hope that they don’t last for long.

“When you were young You were the king of carrot flowers”

Klaus can barely hearing your singing through the impenetrable voices of the dead and his own shaky breathing, but the sweet sound of your voice lingers in the background. Klaus screws his eyes shut, attempting to focus on it as he can feel your arms rocking him back and forth ever so slightly, your cheek pressed to the top of his head as you quietly sing to him. Klaus has always loved to hear you sing, after all.

He heard you sing for the first time on your first date. It was a picnic. A lighthearted, naive little activity that would bring the both of you endless joy whenever you remembered it. It was your idea, to enjoy the spring weather and glowing sunlight at the local park over sandwiches and lemonade. Klaus found it endearing, utterly adorable, and he didn’t think it was possible to fall in love so instantly. He had rested his head in your lap, looking up at your smiling face as you braided wildflowers into his curls. The sun hung overhead, shining a golden halo around your head. The two of you always joked you were the Kings of the park, two boys in love with flowers in your hair.

If Klaus tried to focus hard enough, he could almost taste the lemonade on your lips when you kissed in that very park for the first time.

“And how you built a tower tumbling through the trees In holy rattlesnakes that fell all around your feet”

Klaus’ childhood was miserable. Miserable wasn’t even an ample word to describe it. But how do you describe a childhood spent locked in a tomb, spent living with the cries of ghosts more than with people with beating hearts? A childhood living as a number rather than a name, a childhood spent being exploited for his powers? 

Most days, Klaus couldn’t tell whether he was listening to the screams of his dead, or his own screams.

As he grew older, as he eventually moved out and began trying to make a life of his own, Klaus locked himself away in his own tower protecting himself from the dead, where he was guarded by little tablets that transported him into a reality much better than the true one. Everything else fell around him, unable to reach him in his private fantasy, unable to drag him down back to the ugliness of the real world.

You were the first person he let into his secluded kingdom, and it was the one decision in life he never regretted.

“And your mom would stick a fork right into daddy’s shoulder And dad would throw the garbage all across the floor As we would lay and learn what each others bodies were for”

The infamous Hargreeves Mansion was home to seven seemingly perfect children, cared for by a perfect blonde housewife complete with pastel outfits and an almost permanent smile. Grace was a sanctuary, the only warmth and comfort that the massive house could provide while Sir Reginald Hargreeves infected every room with coldness and cruelty. The two were polar opposites, and Klaus always wondered who was truly the robot amongst the two. You would always listen to the stories Klaus told you, the secrets hidden behind the heavy doors, while laying in bed with your hands intertwined and kisses pressed against flushed skin. He would tell you about his childhood while the two of you memorized every detail of each other’s bodies, fingers traced over collarbones and jawlines, sinking into the murky depths of eyes and becoming intoxicated by smiles. 

As Klaus’ heartbeat began to steady, as the world suddenly begins to grant him peace as the voices start to fade into yours, Klaus remembers how he told you one night that your arms are his new home now, how your arms feel so much more cozy and welcoming than the mansion ever was. 

“And this is the room One afternoon I knew I could love you And from above you how I sank into your soul Into that secret place where no one dares to go”

It was in the very room that the two of you are in now, your bedroom, that you and Klaus had told each other that you loved one another for the first time. It was a moment of unexpected tenderness, given the events that had unfolded before.

Klaus didn’t explain anything to you. He didn’t need to. He had never been open about his addiction, a problem he refused to address as a problem until he met you. He feared your reaction, feared you would leave him and his only shot at love would be ruined. But he wordlessly handed you the plastic bag, crinkled around little white pills nestled at the bottom. He was too afraid to meet your eyes, too afraid to see the disappointment and anger he had seen so many times before from his siblings.

You tossed the bag aside, cupping Klaus’ face in your hands as you lifted his chin up to face you fully. Your smile was kind, a reassuring smile that brought a small smile onto Klaus’ own face. “You can get help for this Klaus, you can overcome this. We can overcome this. I want to be there for you Klaus, because I love you.”

Klaus’ expression softened. “You love me?”

You didn’t hesitate, didn’t stammer out a nervous excuse or try to retract your words. Tears filled Klaus eyes as you nodded, smiling growing as you repeated. “Yes. I love you.”

Klaus sank into your arms, overcome with emotions as a sob rose in his throat. You held him close to you, smiling into his hair as he clung to you. You had seen the ugliest part of him, had seen the part of him no one else dared touch, yet you still fell for him, still insisted on fighting for him and loving him wholeheartedly.

“I love you, y/n.” Klaus manages to say, his memories merging with the present as he looks up at you, tears glistening in his eyes. You lean down, kissing him urgently, passionately, pulling him close to you as he finally finds the strength to kiss you back. His body feels like his own again, his mind no longer lost amongst the darkness, and as the two of you pull away and he sees your smiling face, Klaus thinks that he’ll never see anything more beautiful.

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[cnchoe-imagines]

midnight; erick

summary: erick x gender neutral!reader -- the boys drag you to their new years eve party before leaving you and erick alone to find someone to kiss when the clock strikes midnight

word count: 1.8k

warnings: partying + mentions of drinking (not by reader/erick)

a/n: ahh here it is, the first post for my new cnco blog!! i’ve been wanting to write for them for a little while now, and i’m so glad i had the opportunity of joining @quisieracnco ‘s new years collab to prompt me to do so!! tysm ali for including me and letting me write about our dear baby, erick!! hope you all enjoy and happy holidays!! xoxo - tatianna

You weren’t exactly sure why you were at a loud and crowded party on the night of the 31st, instead of spending the holiday wrapped up at home, watching whatever celebration was on television while you sipped away on some leftover drinks from Christmas.

However, your plans for a quiet night were long forgotten as you pushed between the sweaty bodies of partygoers, reggaeton blasting through the speakers and enticing the guests to sway and grind against each other to the beat. At least, that’s what everyone else was doing, leaving you the odd man out as you swerved between the partiers in a desperate search for an air pocket not contaminated by the stench of alcohol or sweat.

Luckily, it wasn’t long before you found the area, an unoccupied stairwell amidst the large house the guys had rented out for their New Year’s Eve party. The same guys who had pulled you from your apartment, insisting that joining them for the night was much better than whatever boring plans you had made by yourself.

Richard and Christopher were the most forceful in their begging, Joel and Zabdiel just chuckling quietly as the two pushed you into your closet and told you they weren’t leaving until you came out wearing something presentable. You were, of course, reluctant, since you knew how out of control the guys got when they drank, but they were your closest friends, and you knew them inviting you was their way of ensuring you didn’t feel left out.

Except, you had noticed Erick, the last of the group, looking increasingly awkward among the other rowdy guys. You knew he wasn’t the biggest partier of them all, but he did enjoy spending time with the others, especially since his younger age made him prone to feeling excluded among them.

So, as much as you wished you could avoid any form of club or party for the rest of the night, you got dressed, and squeezed into the car with them, forcing away the regret bubbling up in your stomach as they passed alcohol around and turned up the radio to full volume.

They were all scattered around the second you made it to the party, and you were left alone, cursing yourself for ever letting them use their charm to persuade you along. Now, you had no one to talk to and nothing to do except sit in the stairwell and hope that one of the guys would stumble across you sooner or later and offer you a ride home. Still, you knew how they operated, which meant you knew that all of them were probably stumbling drunk by now, flirting with whatever girls they’d decided to kiss when the clock struck midnight.

You checked your phone, letting out a sigh as the time illuminated the screen: 11:03 PM. Another hour to kill and not one of your friends in sight.

At least, that’s what you thought as you busied away on your phone for twenty minutes or so, praying that your battery would last long enough to keep you occupied until you could get home to charge it. It was during those slow minutes that you heard your name being called, a distinct yell from the blaring reggaeton and sloshing of drinks.

Your head shot up, eyes searching around the room as you looked for the source of the sound. All you could see, however, was the same group of people that had been dancing in front of you just minutes prior.

Great, you thought, looking back down at your phone. Now I’m hearing things.

Except, just seconds later, and louder than before, you heard your name being called again.

“Y/N!” You recognized the voice, Erick’s usual soft tone easily blending into the background noise of the party. You pushed yourself off the stairs and looked around the groups of people, locking eyes with him and waving him over. His toothy smile was bright in comparison to the rest of the dark room, and he quickly made his way over to you. You laughed as he scooted around people, far too timid to use any force in pushing them out of the way.

“I wondered where you went,” you joked, once he was in earshot. His sharp eyebrows furrowed and you leaned closer, repeating the words directly into his ear. You felt him tense just slightly as you neared him, and you pulled away hastily after, watching a smile spread across his face at your sentence.

Erick opened his mouth to respond before closing it. He tilted his head over to the stairwell where he knew it was quieter, indicating that you two should move the conversation there. Once you were both situated on the steps he let out a sigh of relief, resting his hands palm down beside him.

“Pensé that you were with Christopher or Richard,” he explained. “Estaba con Joel.”

“It’s not your fault.” You chuckled. “I assumed this would happen if I came, so it’s fine.”

Erick shook his head and pouted, but didn’t bother responding, knowing that what you said was true. You just bumped his shoulder playfully with your own, as if to silently tell him that all was well and you were just glad to be with him now. Of course, you’d never say that out loud, considering it would sound much too forward for a relationship as reserved as your own.

It wasn’t like you and Erick weren’t close -- if anything, he was your best friend among the guys. That had its setbacks, though, since you could never tell him about the feelings you’d been harboring towards him. It wasn’t like he was one of the other boys, the ones you could mindlessly flirt with and not fear ruining your friendship over. Erick was a deeper connection, a closer one you couldn’t risk with a hopeless crush.

The thought did make you slightly disappointed, but you were quickly brought from your thoughts when loud steps sounded behind you, making you turn and watch as Richard came down the stairs.

“Erick! Y/N!” A lopsided grin covered his face, his walking mildly staggered as he bounded down the steps. “I wondered where you two ran off to.”

He sat down on the step a few rows behind you, his long legs nearing your own form as he stretched them out. You smiled and patted his shin affectionately before looking back at Erick, who seemed more closed off than he had been when you two were alone.

“Ya va a ser medianoche,” Richard teased, leaning down to playfully sing the words. “You got anyone you’re planning on kissing yet?” You shook your head with a scoff, watching as Erick did the same.

“Ah, pues, sucks to be you, entonces. I’ve got someone waiting for me so I’m gonna need to squeeze past you two.” He stood up quickly, swaying as he caught his balance before he started to push between you and Erick.

“Richard! Deja los enamorados solitos. Can’t you see they’re waiting to spend midnight together?” Christopher came into view in the hallway, poking his tongue out and laughing loudly when Richard made it to his side, pushing into him with a glare. “Ah, ah ok ok!! Ni modo!!” Their voices trailed off as they stumbled to the next room, leaving you and Erick back to stare at each other.

“Well then..” You let out a sigh, shaking your head at the guys’ crazy antics.

“¿No tienes a quién besar?” Erick’s question caught you off guard, and you raised your eyebrow.

“Why would I?”

He didn’t seem to know how to respond to that, awkwardly shrugging and turning away from you slightly. “Es que - I just assumed.”

You laughed at that. “I assumed you would have had someone.”

He scrunched his nose and you were sure if the lights were brighter in the house, you’d see a blush spreading across his cheeks. He was so easy to embarrass sometimes.

“I guess we’ll be alone then,” you said, not too bothered by the statement. Erick seemed disappointed by it, though, as his shoulders sagged and he let out a grumbled sigh.

You rolled your eyes jokingly, and when your gaze focused back on him, you caught him staring. He was gazing directly at you, green eyes swimming with curiosity. He seemed lost in thought for just a moment, before he looked away quickly as if only then noticing the unwavering eye contact between you two.

His lips parted, a word on the tip of his tongue, before the yelling of partygoers cut him off.

“One minute!” People cheered and yelled, while your eyes widened.

“Has it really been an hour?” you mumbled to yourself, checking your phone for the countless time that night. Sure enough, the numbers 11:59 stared back at you, bright white against your lock screen.

You sighed and watched as people moved through the house to find the person they’d vowed to kiss that night, guests pushing past each other and joining together. You caught Zabdiel across the hall with his girl of the night, his hands around her waist.

You wondered how Erick felt, most likely the only guy of the group without someone to kiss. You felt bad, honestly, knowing you had taken up his last hour to find someone with small talk.

“Hey,” you turned to him to apologize but found he’d moved closer while you were distracted. “I--.” The words died in your throat as you caught him watching your lips, his own pulled between his teeth.

“Ten!” The collective shout of partiers filled the house.

“Nine!”

You swallowed heavily, and started to turn away when Erick grabbed your hand. His gaze flickered to your own, and you could see the determination swirling in his crystal irises. The corner of his lip pulled up slightly, and your heart rate picked up at the small action alone.

“What are you--”

“Five!”

“Can I?” he asked softly, licking his lips.

“Four!”

You could barely register the words before you were nodding, immediately leaning in closer.

“One!”

Your eyelids fluttered shut, lips quivering as they met Erick’s. The sweatiness of his palms and shaking of his fingers were enough indication of his nerves, and you were slightly relieved you weren’t the only one filled with tension.

He sighed softly into the kiss, the sound barely audible over the chorus of celebratory yells all around. You squeezed his hand, interlacing your fingers with his. His lips were so warm, so plush and soft, like you had always expected. His touch mirrored that as well, no force or pressure behind his gentle actions. The feeling made you smile softly, your lips barely brushing against his.

It only took a second or two before you were both grinning, finally pulling away from each other as your lips parted.

You ducked your head just slightly, shyness taking over. You could still see Erick from the corner of your eye, however, and the smirk that stayed plastered across his lips. His thumb rubbed over the back of your hand and he gently pulled you closer, leading you to rest your head against his shoulder. A soft kiss was pressed against the top of your hair, leaving you flustered as he murmured against your head, just loud enough for you to hear, “Happy New Year.”