#i don’t remember if this was proofread oops lol

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Over Each Other [L.H.]

Logan Howlett x female!reader

summary: Logan and you are just friends – you have a boyfriend, after all. But sometimes when you and your boyfriend are arguing, Logan listens and jerks off to it. He knows you two will break up soon, and he’s just finding ways to patiently pass the time until you can be his. Until one night, you’ve fought your final argument with your boyfriend and are in need of some comfort that Logan is more than happy to provide.

warnings: smut 18+ like this is more sexual and less fluffy (or angsty) than the summary sounds tbh (m masturbation, oral sex f receiving, unprotected piv, creampie, Logan calls reader princess, good girl, bub, baby), kinda toxic i mean you read the summary but still a sweet fic, reader is vulnerable so Logan could be seen to be taking advantage of her so don’t read if you don’t like, excuse the dramatic title and a few lines (from Linkin Park’s Over Each Other) because this is also me working through some feelings lmao, this is obviously not at aaalllll a realistic depiction of healing from a break-up lol (although I sincerely believe it would work with Logan..), X-Mansion era

note: not the fic I was expecting to be my first fic in over a month but my heart needed this so here you go <3 i also only proofread once so lmk if there are any atrocious typos lmao | gorgeous dividers by @dollywons

word count: 3.9k oops wth 

Logan knows he’s a bad man. He’s killed people, innocent people, committed countless crimes, done more evil things than he can ever remember. But now he knows he’s a bad man because of something entirely different. 

Logan shamelessly jerks off to the sound of you and your boyfriend arguing. 

He doesn’t even need to use his heightened hearing, that’s how loud you two are. Night after night after night he listens to you arguing, stroking his cock to the rhythm of your voice. 

You always have the upper hand — he would never masturbate to your pain or to you being degraded. Your boyfriend is a fucking idiot and you’re not afraid to let him know. Logan is sure he’s not the only one who knows that your relationship will end soon, and he’s fine to give you the time you need. Logan is a patient man these days; he can wait. But he’ll make the wait worth his while. 

He gains pleasure from knowing that soon you two will break up, and you’ll be all his.

Logan sees the way you look at him, senses the way your heartbeat speeds up that little bit when he smiles at you, smells a spike in your pheromones when he’s around. And he’s no different when it comes to you.

The more you and your stupid boyfriend argue, the closer you get to breaking up, and the closer Logan gets to his release. 

He’s listening to your moans of frustration this evening and imagines turning them into moans of pleasure, imagines licking your pussy until you’ve forgot all about your little boyfriend. Logan’s fist speeds up around his dick, hips moving up to fuck into his hand as he thinks of you and your gorgeous face.

Logan cums with your voice in his head, with the thought of you and your boyfriend finally breaking up, and shoots cum all over his own hand, down his forearm, and over his abs. He jerks off until he’s satisfied, lying in his bed a mess for a second – his hand coated in his cum, his happy trail sticky.

When Logan’s breath slows down, he realises your voice has stopped. You’re not arguing anymore – you must have gone to sleep. Then he hears your voice again, this time much closer.

“Logan?” A quiet knock at his door, “It’s me, you still awake?”

He pulls his sweatpants back in place and reaches for a tissue, only for his hand to land in the empty box. In a panic, Logan takes off the shirt that he’d pushed up over his abs, and uses it to clean himself of his release, using his freshly washed shirt like a rag.

“One second!” He calls out as he rubs the bunched up shirt over his happy trail to get it all off. Logan throws the dirty shirt into the corner of the room, and opens the door shirtless.

His heart drops when he sees the state you’re in, cheeks wet with tears and clinging to a teddy bear Logan once got you.

“Um… we just broke up. Can I come in? I know it’s late…”

Logan ushers you inside before the sentence has fully left your lips. Now he feels a twinge of guilt – he was too busy trying to get off to realise it was a serious argument this time. Maybe he jerks off more to the concept of you and that dumb boyfriend (ex-boyfriend) arguing and how hot you sound putting that guy in his place all confidently, than the actual fight.

As much as it pains him to see you hurt, he has to smile behind your back for a second when he closes the door. But a shiver runs up his spine when you let your guard down once you’re alone with Logan, all teary-eyed and small and sad. 

Logan sits you down on his bed as you tell him the full story. 

I tried to find my patience… 

All we did was talk over each other… 

 It was all a waste of time… 

There was nothing underneath… 

 I'm so tired of talking over each other…

Logan hugs you while you cling to him, your words barely audible with how you’re smothered against his naked shoulder. He gently rubs your back, and it only makes you hold onto him tighter. 

“Shh, shh baby, I’m here for you. It’s gonna be okay.” The pet name just slips out. Logan barely realises what he’s said until you look up at him all doe-eyed, nodding your head frantically. 

“I’m okay,” you say, “For now. Thank you for listening.”

“Of course, do you want to stay here for the night?”

“If you don’t mind.”

“‘Course I don’t mind, bub. I like having you here. Even better if it means I can take care of you while you need someone,” Logan says, and watches a soft smile spread on your face.

You sit up to wipe your eyes, only to realise you have no tears left. It’s been an hour since you got here, and you’ve calmed down. 

Logan held you, said all the right things, helped you see things clearly. You’re better off without that guy, and you know Logan will be here for you until you’re over him. More importantly, you’re sure he will be there for you beyond that too.

“Here you go,” Logan takes your teddy and gives him a special place on his nightstand, and lets you wrap your arms around him as you settle against his chest. He’s not sure what to do next, but it’s late and he assumes you have no energy to do anything other than sleep.

It surprises him when you speak up a few minutes later, though your voice is quiet.

“He couldn’t even make me cum…”

Logan looks at you and finds a pout on your lips but a glint in your eyes, the warm glow of his bedside lamp making you look like an angel.

He chuckles, “So you’re crying over a man that couldn’t even make his girl feel good?”

You nod your head and smile bashfully.

“When was the last time you were fucked well?”

You look away from Logan as you think, “Uh, I dunno.” 

“Hhmm. You didn’t miss it in all that time you were together?”

You turn to your side to lean up on your elbow, more awake again, “Well, I did. But maybe now I can… find someone better.”

You’re looking up right at Logan through your pretty eyelashes, and it’s subtle but so seductive, but he knows you’re too shy to initiate something, especially now when you probably feel guilty for not mourning your relationship more. But Logan is proud of you for realising your worth and ending it. Your ex should be the only one sad right now, not you.

“Of course you will,” Logan tells you, “You’ll find someone who loves you more than that idiot ever could and someone who will fuck you as good as you deserve.”

“Hmm, you think so?”

“I know so, bub.”

You give him a smile and move to lie down on your belly, head resting on your folded up arms. Your scooting around moves the blanket, pulling it off of Logan’s lap, revealing the half-hard bulge under his sweatpants. 

Logan pulls the blanket back in place, but he’s not sure if you saw.

“How will I know if I’m being fucked well? If I don’t have a reference…” you play with your hands, not looking at Logan.

“I could always show you,” Logan smiles, patiently waiting for you to gain the confidence to look back into his eyes, and you do.

“Only if you want to. But if I’m interpreting your signals right then..” you nod to his lap with a teasing smile.

“You saw…” Logan rolls his eyes at himself which earns him a sweet laugh from you, “Didn’t want you to think your pain makes me hard, or that I’m taking advantage of you.”

“Do I look like I’m in pain right now?” you giggle, a huge smile on your face, cheeks already getting warm with arousal, “And if you wanted to take advantage I’m sure you wouldn’t have waited for me to bring it up.”

“You sure about this, bub? We have all the time in the world.”

“I want you now, Logan. Been waiting to get the courage to break up with him so I could finally have a chance at being with you.”

“Really?” Logan asks, but you’re busy letting your gaze drift down his body, fixed on his lap now. Logan moves closer, and he takes your face in his hands, chuckling “You still with me, bub?”

You don’t reply. Instead, you push your mouth against his, and it’s the most intense kiss Logan has ever experienced. It’s like Logan can feel himself pulling all the pain from you with his lips, eating your pain alive and swallowing it, never to be seen again.

He doesn’t even have to open his eyes to know that you’re smiling more than you have in weeks. He can feel a new energy radiating off your body. Something is healing in you. 

You kiss until you’re both breathless, smiling and horny. Logan’s erection is pressing against your leg, and he can practically smell how wet you are.

“Tell me what you need, baby,” Logan says, heart beating fast from how turned on he is.

You pause for a second, grinning and almost too needy to think, “Tell me what you want to do to me.”

“How about I show you?” Logan lies you on your back, slowly pushing your oversized sleep shirt over your hips, and kissing down your body, down to your knees and over your shins.

“Is this okay? Tell me if you wanna stop.”

“Don’t stop,” you breathe, skin heating up where he touches you to gently pull your knees apart, “Never stop.”

Logan chuckles against your warm skin where he kisses you, from the side of your knee to your upper inner thigh. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you, how long I've needed you.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” It’s hard to talk, but you’re getting the words out somehow, “Could’ve been with you ages ago.”

“Didn’t want to intervene with anything. You needed your time to break up. And I know good things take time, and…” his words die in his throat when his lips move to your panties. They’re soaked with wetness, and Logan inhales you, something between a moan and a whimper leaving his mouth.

“God, baby…” he whispers, settling down between your legs and then lifting them up over his shoulders, “You have no idea how badly I need to eat your pussy right now. Can I?”

You nod, fighting the urge to rip your panties off yourself.

“Use your words, princess.”

“Yes, Logan.. yes, yes.” It’s the only word you can think of right now, with the heat of his mouth so close to your clothed pussy. He smirks at your words and nuzzles his cheek between your legs, leaving your clit throbbing and the spot on your panties growing larger.

You clench around nothing when Logan trails the tip of his tongue up and down your pussy over your panties, your legs squeezing around his head, hands finding his hair.

“You gonna be a good girl for me and stop squirming? I wanna take my time with you, baby.” 

You nod and close your eyes for a moment, unsure if you can stop. But then Logan slowly pulls your panties to the side and seems to forget about wanting to take his time himself.

“Such a pretty fucking pussy, baby–” he interrupts his own words by burying his face between your legs, licking his way up from your pussy to the top of your clit and moaning as if it were the best meal he’s ever tasted.

You tighten your hand in his hair to pull him even closer and he obeys your silent command, burying his face in you more, his beard, lips and nose now wet with you. Logan licks into your pussy, tasting you like a man starved, one of his big hands coming up your body to place it over your tit.

“So fucking perfect,” he mumbles more to himself, finger playing with your nipple as his tongue plays with your clit. It’s been so long since you experienced this type of pleasure that you’re close already.

“Logan…” it comes out as a whimper, and he smirks as he lifts his head to look at you.

“Yes, princess?”

“Might not last long..” you say, and it takes everything in you not to push his head down.

“That’s the point, baby,” he smiles, and goes back down. He brings his hands between your legs to spread your pussy lips so that he can get even closer. You feel vulnerable spread open for him like this, but it’s a comfortable vulnerability. Your heart feels content. You know you can trust him. He won’t hurt you.

You’re so wet that you’re almost embarrassed by how loud it sounds when Logan eats your pussy. A pleasure you’ve been missing in your life for a while rushes through your body when Logan begins to suck on your clit, and your back arches off the bed.

You cum with Logan’s name a whisper on your lips, and he doesn’t stop until you’re seeing stars and pushing his head away. 

Logan sits up from between your legs with a grin, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and then licking it clean right after.

“You okay?” He smiles, and you realise how hard you’re panting.

“Yeah. I almost forgot what that feels like,” you confess.

“What, cumming?”

You nod with a pout that Logan quickly kisses away, covering your body with his as he hovers over you.

“Trust me, bub, we’ll make you remember all of it. You up for more tonight?”

“Yes,” you reply embarrassingly fast. You’re not sure you could stop if you wanted to, your body pumped full with the happiness hormones you haven’t felt in all too long.

Logan holds himself up over you with one arm, pulling down his pants. You’d tease him about the wet spot of precum on them, but you’re far too horny to think of what to say.

“Good, because you taste so delicious, baby, you’re not getting rid of me between your legs any time soon,” he smirks, leaning down to kiss you as you grin against him. You don’t want him to leave, ever.

His big hand finds your thigh, and he gently pushes a finger in, then two, kissing you and watching your face for any signs of discomfort, but all you’re doing is arching your back for him to push deeper.

“You want it, baby?”

You look down Logan’s body, eyes settling on his hard and wanting cock, the tip glistening with precum, “Mhmm,” you nod frantically, “I want it.”

“Been a while though…” you add hesitantly.

“It’s okay, princess. I’ll be gentle. We’ve got all the time in the world, okay?” He leans his forehead against yours and a smile spreads over your face again.

“Okay.” You lean up to kiss him, both of you getting lost in the way your tongues feel against each other for a few moments.

“Here,” Logan rubs a few messy circles over your pussy, his palm getting slick with your wetness. He wraps a hand around his dick, stroking himself a few times to coat himself in the feeling of you.

“I’m ready,” you tell Logan before he can ask.

“Good girl.”

Logan trails his thumb over your cheek and gives you a chaste kiss, and butterflies erupt in your belly.

“You have no idea how happy I am right now,” he says, and all you can do is look back up at him lovingly.

“You want me to put it in?” he asks, teasingly slapping his cock against your clit a few times. Then, he suddenly pauses.

The warmth of him above you is gone, but he’s not far. He’s leaning over to his bedside table, turning your teddy bear away from you two.

“He doesn’t need to see this,” he says all seriously, and you giggle.

You help him take off your shirt, and you’re bare underneath, and as good as it feels to have Logan distracted by how good your boobs look for a bit, you need him somewhere else.

“Logan?” you ask, and he looks back up at you, a nipple still in his mouth.

“Yes?” he licks a broad stripe over your nipple as he says it, and it comes out muffled.

“Kind of need you somewhere else.”

“Oh, do you, princess?” Logan hovers over you again, leaning on one forearm as his other hand rests on your tit, and he’s smirking down at you, “Where would that be?”

You grin widely, biting your lip as you carefully take his hand off you, and bring it between your legs. You don’t even have to guide him all the way to your pussy before his hand is gone from yours and he’s cupping your wet, warm pussy.

“Here, baby?” he brings two fingers up to his mouth to suck your wetness off them, and you nod as if in a trance.

“Okay, bub, you sure?”

“Yesss, Logan,” you let out a pathetic groan of frustration, your chest vibrating with the sound.

He smirks, bringing his hand, still slick with his spit, to your cheeks and squishing them together, “You’re so adorable when you’re horny, you know that, princess?” You bat his hand away at his teasing, but your grin might be even bigger than his.

Logan finally lifts one of your legs and pushes it up against your chest, rubbing a few lazy circles on your clit before he rubs the tip of his cock through your folds. He’s doing it to tease you, but you see him lose his own composure, expression turning into a frown of neediness.

You share another quick but sloppy kiss during which you take Logan’s cock and rub it against your pussy. He only pulls away from the kiss to finally put the tip inside you.

“God,” he groans at just the first few inches, and you both calm yourself down to make sure this isn’t over immediately.

“I can take it,” you say, wrapping your arms around Logan’s neck.

“You’re my good girl, hm? Gonna take my cock? You sure?”

“Yes, Logan. Need all of it, please.”

“I got you, baby. I’ll give you anything you want.” 

Logan slides his cock inside you, inch by inch, and you both moan when he bottoms out. 

“You feel good?” He asks, and all you can do is nod. You groan, only at the fact that he’s not moving yet.

“Me too, baby, me too,” he smiles, slowly starting to move, beginning to fuck you. And he was right, he’s fucking you well. Better than anything you’ve ever felt.

He pulls out almost entirely for the first few thrusts, then stuffing you full of his big cock again, your wet pussy pulsing around him, sucking him back in. Your heart beats happily against your chest and he can feel it too; he’s slotted against your body as closely as he can be.

“Such a good girl, taking me so well. You still okay, princess?”

You grin and take his face to kiss him, his hips stilling just as he’s buried inside you as deeply as possible. You make out with him for a few seconds, pussy spasming around his uncontrollably, and you feel Logan squirm and pull out of you a bit because he doesn’t want to cum yet.

“That’s how good I feel,” you smile up at him.

Logan grins, burying his face in your neck to kiss you there as his hips begin to move again. He kisses over your jaw and your cheeks as a hand comes down to rub your clit. Together with his dick inside you, pulsing with warmth and pleasure, you suddenly feel all the energy of your body flowing between your thighs again.

You whimper against Logan’s face, your cheek catching against his.

“You close, baby?”

“Mhhm,” is the only sound you can muster as you cling to Logan, letting him fuck your pussy and play with your clit until you’re almost there.

“Such a good girl for me. Want you to cum for me, alright, princess? Gonna feel so fucking good, yeah?”

Your response is a whimper against his lips as you let go, and pleasure floods your body. Your pussy clenches around Logan’s dick, and while he’s still rubbing your clit, fucking you through your orgasm, he cums.

Logan cums so much you’re not sure where your orgasm ends and his begins, but you know you don’t stop feeling good until he’s drained until the last drop and your pussy is stuffed full with his cum.

You both slow down bit by bit, breathless and grinning at each other, not letting go. When Logan brings his hand back up between your faces, it’s slick with your wetness and covered in his cum, and you take his wrist to guide him towards your face.

You look Logan in the eyes as you suck his and your cum off his fingers, one by one, and Logan kisses you the second you’re done.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he whispers in your ear, slowly pulling out of you and pulling you into his arms when he lies down.

“Thank you,” you respond shyly, unsure what to say. You’re too happy to pay attention to your words.

“I’m always here for you, baby. You know that. And as soon as you’re ready to move on, I’ll take you on the best date of your life, okay?”

You grin, kissing his lips, “Okay. And until then?”

“Until then I’ll eat that pretty pussy of yours every evening, and you can sleep in my bed whenever you don’t feel like being alone. Sound good?”

You wrap your arms around his neck, cuddling against his chest, your heart warm and happy as you feel yourself getting tired, “Sounds good.”

P.S. thank you for reading <3 reblog and let me know what you liked most about this fic for Logan to come and eat your pussy out every night <3

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@jegulus-microfic dec 15 (only 8 days late lol) - game - 1.8k words - cw: heavy making out, sweat licking lol (they're animals)

pt3 of the charmed mistletoe thingy <3 (part 1, part 2 exclusively on ao3)

this is Not proofread *summersaults away*

After those first two times it seems to evolve into a bit of a game for James. 

It’s late in the afternoon as Regulus is walking back to the dorms from Runes by himself. 

Barty had disappeared as soon as young, mellow-minded Babbling had opened her mouth to announce the end of today’s lesson to do whatever it is he does in his freetime away from his friends—write essays for Seven Years in exchange for Firewhisky, plot the downfall of the Ministry, probably. 

Meanwhile Pandora and Evan should just be done with their last period too right now—Care of Magical Creatures over by the Greenhouses this semester. Something about Kettleburn having them tend to the Niffler eggs. Regulus doesn’t even want to know.

Coming out of the Middle Tower, instead of taking a left and heading straight for the way leading to the dungeons, he keeps walking into the Middle Courtyard.

He already sees a free window alcove he can settle himself down in to wait for his friends to arrive when he rounds the old stone archway and collides with someone.

Regulus grunts and there’s only a moment of irritation before it’s washed away by the next ghust of air carrying citrus, spice and an obscene amount of broom polish, wood, leather and sweat.

“Oh, you’re fucking ki—”

“Oops,” James says, where he’s got his arms wrapped around Regulus, sounding not very sorry at all.

“You–” Regulus rears back, as far as the magic sticking his feet to the ground allows him to, and pulls back to hit James in the chest—which doesn’t do a lot at the moment, sadly, given James’ Quidditch padding under the uniform, “foul, loathsome, evil little—”

“Now, now,” James chuckles. His brown skin is tinted scarlet on the cheeks and nose from the cold and exertion of practice and still gleaming with drying sweat.

Regulus does not think about licking him. “I despise you.”

“Sure,” James nods, tone sarcastically affirmative, moving in, “Pucker up, baby. I gotta hit the showers and then subject myself to the horrors of writing two feet of an at least Exceeds Expectations worthy essay for Sluggy.”

Regulus gives him a practised sneer, “You must’ve been hit in practice one too many times if you think you will get a kiss from me like this.”

James’ lips twitch, “And why’s that, love?”

“You reek,” Regulus scolds. Lies. 

Like a liar. 

A dirty, rotten liar, who lies.

James shrugs one shoulder, “And your breath still smells like lunch.”

Regulus’ heart stops beating. He’s pretty sure if you’re watching closely enough you were just able to see his soul leave his body for a second, warp outside, make his edges blurry. Regulus might be sick.

“What?”

“Great, now that we’ve both said something untrue, why don’t we move ommpf–”

“Fuck you,” Regulus spits, shaking his hand where his knuckles are starting to throb from the repeated hitting.

 “Y’know,” James stops rubbing his side and promptly reels Regulus in by his wrist. “With the way your eyes are blitzing this is kind of getting me going.”

With the close proximity it’s a little harder to think clearly now. Regulus feels his brows knit deeper, feels his body unclench when one of James’ palms finds the small of his back. 

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Wanna find out how much?” James rasps, licking his lips. His eyes are lidded, dark lashes long behind his wire framed glasses. His hair is even more of an atrocity than usual thanks to the helmet he wore, standing in all kinds of directions or plastered to his skull and forehead in some places. 

It’s annoyingly similar to the way James had looked after Regulus had unthinkingly tousled it their previous time under a mistletoe.

As if James knows the turn his thoughts have taken he squeezes slightly at Regulus’ hand, murmuring, “Remember last time? How good it felt? Because I do.”

James’ eyes are boring so hard into Regulus he feels like being lit on fire from the inside.

“And I know you did, love–Don’t even try to deny it.”

Regulus still slowly shakes his head, even as his fingers curl in the harness straps of James’ chest padding.

“Come get another taste, Regs.” James nudges their noses together, “I’m all yours.”

Those three words do something a little unhinged to Regulus. 

It makes him want to take a bite out of James. Get a taste of the consistency of him between his teeth and then feel him slide down his oesophagus in a gooey, wet pile. Dig claws in, break the skin and make him bleed. Mark him up. 

It’s truly wondrous that Regulus is able to get anything out other than a feral, hungry snarl.

He doesn’t know what ethereal might overcomes him when he mutters, with the steadfastness of a shaky leaf in a tornado, “Only the cheek.”

A dark brow rises over the rim of James’ glasses, “Only the cheek, huh?”

Regulus manages a nod, a shaky breath leaving him on the exhale.

“Fine then,” James whispers, leaning in.

He does it just like the first time.

His thumb on the underside of Regulus’ chin, other fingers splayed over his jawbone and guiding him to the side. Warm breath, then even warmer lips pressing right forth.

Not shy at all. Going right after what he wants.

Lips lifting and there’s only a single second of immobility before there’s a second kiss. And a third.

Steadily moving lower, growing a little bolder, more open mouthed. Less of that barely there stubble, more of the slick satiny inside of James’ mouth.

And with the skin to skin contact Regulus has apparently been completely abandoned by this higher force because his traitorous body leans into the delicious treatment. Head tilting to the side accommodatingly, lids fluttering and own lips parting around a quiet groan.

The hinge of Regulus’ jaw is being explored, a small detour to nip at his earlobe and then James sets his lips down over the patch of skin behind and latches on.

Regulus makes a sound he didn’t know he was capable of, clutching harder at James.

Who responds with a rough hum of his own, pulling them closer together with his strong arm around Regulus’ waist.

“James,” Regulus breathes, one hand coming up to his neck. “James.”

The older boy makes a noise to show either his attention or his displeasure at being disrupted, Regulus isn’t really sure.

And then James lays his tongue out flat and licks a stripe up the side of Regulus’ throat.

The absolute animal. Disgusting, heinous, damning, irritatingly sexy, stupid man. 

Somebody call the Ministry and tell them Santa is real because it must be a miracle that Regulus doesn’t pass out from that on the fucking spot.

He does however let yet another moan slip he cannot help and then tries tugging James back. “Ok, ok, James. That– that’s enough.”

This seems not to fit into James’ aka Mister Eager and Enthusiastuc’s agenda going off of the pained noise he lets out against Regulus’ throat.

That is until Regulus speaks again.

Because he’s reached some kind of epiphany or maybe a deja vu of sorts because the second James’ tongue had made contact with Regulus’ skin all he could think was, “My turn.”

James stills against him, draws back, wide eyed and hazy looking with his stupid big baby cow brown eyes and Regulus doesn’t let himself think about it but instead moves right in.

Doesn’t really bother with niceties as he immediately presses his lips to the edge of James’ jaw. The stubble prickles slightly and James makes a wheezing noise, head rolling to the side.

Regulus’ lips lift into a smile, chest burning and an excited shiver whacking through him at James’ reaction.

He smells spicy and musky and salty so Regulus mimics the path down.

Until he can’t help himself anymore and open his mouth to finally taste. 

It’s glorious, sweat and citrus and James, the boy over him moaning at an indecent volume.

James curses, sounding breathless, “Regs.”

Regulus responds by sucking at the patch of skin again,

“Fuck, please– Yes, so good.” James babbles, “You’re so good, so sweet. So good to me.”

Then there’s fingers driving through the short curls at the back of Regulus’ head and he pants against James before leaning in and letting himself use his teeth.

Just graze but James makes another one of those obscene noises, half moan half curse and then the fingers in his hair are clenching.

Keeping Regulus in place for James to chase his mouth again. Fed up, seemingly, with having to stay still. Or too overwhelmed, Regulus doesn’t care because James is pressing their lips together again and it’s heaven.

Regulus hears the angels sing, the bells jingle. Christmas magic.

He lets out a satisfied noise, arching closer and then, because James is rude and always ruins it, he moves back.

“Wait, wai–” cuts off when Regulus steals another kiss, grip iron on James’ neck, “Reg, love.”

Regulus lifts down from the balls of his feet with an incredulous noise, raising his brows impatiently at James.

This one’s eyes flit all over his face for a moment and Regulus instantly becomes hyper aware of the way his cheeks feel warm and his lips swollen.

“Come to Hogsmeade with me on Saturday,” James mutters.

“No,” Regulus answers reflexively. And moves in to get another kiss.

Which James breaks again. 

Regulus huffs. He’s starting to get irritated.

James takes his chin between thumb and forefinger. “Go on a date with me,” he starts, a tone in his voice before he licks into Regulus mouth again. For just a moment before he adds, “Or you’ll have to wait for another mistletoe to catch us to kiss me.”

And– hold on a second.

“Pardon?” Regulus inquires, trying to blink the haze out of his head.

James gives another quick kiss to Regulus’ slack mouth, smiling faintly, “You heard me.”

“You actually think you can blackmail me this way?”

“Christmas season is only for another few days, love,” James counters. “The mistletoes will be gone before you can say Chinese Chomping Cabbage.”

Regulus bites the inside of his cheek for a moment. 

“What if I say yes?”

There’s a flash of teeth with James’ lips curling up at the corner and then he’s moving in again, tilting back Regulus’ head.

Regulus gasps into the kiss, with the way James is brushing their still spit slick lips together.

James hums when Regulus fingers find their way onto the front of James’ practice long sleeve. It’s low and rumbly, and Regulus feels it where their chests are pressed together, prompting him to make a high pitched noise of his own.

James draws it out this time with a few more slower sweet kisses, leaving Regulus all jittery.

“This has happened for the third time now,” James says conspiratorially, toying with a curl at Regulus’ ear.

“So?” Regulus huffs.

James hums, “You know what they say, Regs.”

Regulus shudders, making James lips lift.

“Once is happenstance, twice is barely a coincidence and trice is fa—”

Regulus is already rounding the corner, fleeing, as his ears gleam crimson.

“You can't run from it, Reg! Tis the season of love!” James calls after him, cackling. “See you Saturday morning!”

[kflixnet]

PART I | PART II | PART III | PART IV

• abby / abigail, [ enhastolemyheart ] “everything's a game. the only thing we get to decide in this life is if we play to win.” ↳ she/her | en-

• aki, [ stuck-in1 + seamlessabyss ] ↳ she/her | en-, svt, tbz “if i wanted someone like me, i’d hang out with myself. i’d hang out with myself❄️🌑.”

• alexia, [ lvoire ] ↳ she/him | txt “yeonjuns actual wife! (100% true!!).”

• arya, [ idubiluv ] ↳ she/her | en-, svt “is this due at 11:59pm too?”

• ashley, [ gyuwrites + reveriescloud ] ↳ she/her | svt “this road seems so familiar, yet so unfamiliar.”

• ayis, [ seosracha ] ↳ any pronouns | en-, zb1 “ijboling through life.”

• bea, [ beahae ] ↳ she/her | bts, svt “i have a lot of biases.”

• cho, [ yours-lovingly-cho ] “my bed is a magical place, where i suddenly remember all that i forgot to do” ↳ she/her | en-

• coco, [ enluv​​ ] ↳ she/they | en-, txt, skz, tbz “promise i’ll post my new fic tonight! *coco indeed did not post her new fic that night*.”

• cubbs, [ bbybearcubbs ] ↳ they/them | en- “autocorrect you're the worst, did you know that?”

• davin, [ d20inthefranxx + karasuno-o + fukurohoshi + aobajohsan ] ↳ she/her | en-, svt, atz “i write thinking i’m kim eon sook or something lol .”

• ele, [ facioleeknow ] “i was born tired and i live to nap” ↳ she/they | skz, svt

• elv, [ userseokmins + userelv ] ↳ she/her | svt “seokmin is the loml.”

• em, [ hyeosi​ ] ↳ any pronouns | boynextdoor, en- “eat, sleep, kim chaewon, repeat!”

• heather, [ seungkwan-s + soonyoungblr ] ↳ she/her | en-, skz, txt, svt “a tea a day keeps the stress away.”

• isa, [ isawritesss ] “wanna live y/n's life soo bad” ↳ she/her | en-

• izzy, [ from-izzy + from-m-izzy ] ↳ she/her | nct, tbz “isn't it ironic how time never waits for us, but we always wait for time?”

• j (jia, jules), [ kyufilms ] ↳ she/her | en-, txt, trsr “i’m warning you now, i haven’t proofread anything.”

• jasmine, [ uwuheeseungie + jeonsbun ] ↳ she/her | en-, skz, tbz, atz, txt, svt “live your life to the fullest. don’t let anyone hold you back.”

• jiseol, [ wvnkoi ] ↳ she/her | en-, zb1, txt “why be scared when you breathe the same air as the lee heeseung??”

• june, [ junkissed + onlyhuis ] ↳ she/her | svt “number one wen junhui lover.”

• kaira / kai, [ hanverse ] “daydreaming about all the fics i want to write” ↳ she/her | atz, en-, skz, svt

• latrii, [ latriii ] ↳ she/her | en-, zb1 “the day gyuvin gets more than 20 secs in a song will be the day i rest.”

• leela, [ kisstuals ] ↳ she/her | nct dream “a total 5% of my ideas actually come into fruiton.”

• lexi, [ midmourn ] “careful, or you’ll end up in my novel” ↳ she/her | nct dream

• lina, [ beomqutie ] ↳ she/her | txt, en- (hyungline) “let’s run away together <3.”

• mei, [ hoonfever ] ↳ she/her | en- “gimme a sec, i need to walk my fish.”

• mia, [ ohmytyong ]  ↳ she/her | nct “daydreaming in neo pearl champagne.”

• missy, [ qqtxt + an-exotic-writer ] ↳ she/her | txt “whatever you do, do it with love.”

• miya, [ jungwonize ] ↳ he/they/xe or any | en-, txt, skz, ive, lesserafim “wake up, cry, and think about nishimura riki.”

• nihyun, [ nihyunluvskookie ] ↳ she/her | svt, skz, mx, bts, nct “escaping the reality right now.”

• nish, [ nishloves ] ↳ she/her | svt, bts, txt, en- “the world sees the displacement they don't care about the distance.”

• nova, [ thediaryofalover​ + love-is-sourgrapes ] ↳ they/she | skz, itzy “i think i can manage.”

• ny, [ ksnfangz ] ↳ she/her | en-, zb1, boynextdoor “i like waffles?”

• plymmie, [ kimchicollardgreens + vvh0adie ] ↳ they/them | bts “fics made with love and -oops- chemical-x too now ;)”

• rie, [ pyeonghongrie + pyeonghongrie-main + pyeonghongreations​ ] ↳ he/him | atz, txt “i may have girlbossed too close to the sun..”

• sarah, [ gyu-effect + woosuns + rutonabae + nishimuraas + chandulset + honeyseob ] ↳ she/her | nct, exo, shinee, sm, svt, tbz, treasure, en-, skz, p1h “famous i’m so fabulous.”

• savv, [ savventeen + nsavvfw ] ↳ he/they | atz, skz, txt, en- “there are two wolves inside me: one wants to be poetic and beautiful while the other wants to be a f**king meme.”

• shay, [ en-zen ] “spoiler: we don't make it in the end... it started when...” ↳ she/her | en-, svt, txt

• sheep, [ wonsheep + heatrache ] ↳ she/her | en- “well, that surely was something.”

• sonata, [ flwoie ] “i break my laptop twice a day because of reading.” ↳ she/her | en-, txt, tbz, gncd, zb1

• soph, [ hanniluvi ] “no one likes sweet by tbz like i do.” ↳ any pronouns | en-, txt, tbz

• stili, [ garlichoisan + min-inu ] “jeong yunho's strawberry darling 🍓.” ↳ she/her | atz

• sunny, [ sunoksunny ] “carry on, dreamer, you are the only one who can.” ↳ any pronouns | en-

• tee, [ hyunnows + jeongcake ] “uncoordinated insomniac navigating through life” ↳ she/her | bts, skz, txt

• vidia, [ heecrush ] “no ac in the crib but i got plenty of fans >:).” ↳ any pronouns | en-

• vira, [ envirae ] “everything i do i do for jake sim.” ↳ she/her | en-, txt, nct dream

• viv(ian), [ orochxi + ujunxverse ] “i aspire to be the a24 of this hellsite (mission failed).” ↳ she/her | en-, txt, atz, aespa

• xan, [ tbzloonar ] “reporting live from eric’s business” ↳ they/he | tbz, loona, txt

• xian, [ forlix ] “always thinking about that damn felix tiktok…” ↳ she/they | skz

• zai, [ scrrra + samudan ] “wizone and zerose before human.” ↳ any pronouns | zb1, en-, txt, le sserafim, ive, nwjns, aespa, iz*one, boynextdoor

• zerda, [ a1sh1teruu + ssanssang ] “mom told me not to talk with strangers.” ↳ she/her | atz, svt

[mascwhump]

Trenches, Epilogue

From Charlie’s POV (because that’s my thing now, apparently)

Tag list: @whatwasmyprevioususername @milk-carton-whump @whumpasaurus101 @whatwhumpcomments @latenightcupsofcoffee @ashintheairlikesnow @tears-and-lilies @utopian819

CW: none

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The airport, to put it lightly, was not my favorite place to be. Especially alone. I'd somehow always convinced myself that I was at the wrong gate. Or that I might've accidentally packed a bomb. It was the epitome of "I need an adult".

I was flying back to the states for the first time in almost three years. I had to go sort some legal shit out before I could obtain my UK citizenship. My flight was delayed by two hours because of some crazy storm in New York. I checked to make sure I was at the right gate about seven billion times, despite the delay. Basil was blowing up my phone with TikToks, and I honestly couldn't complain. Some entertainment was much needed. He had managed to keep me occupied until my flight began boarding.

It was my first time flying First Class. I quickly decided that it would not be my last. The pilot had the usual spiel, and we were soon taxiing to the runway. Taking off was my least favorite part of the whole flying experience. I mindlessly fidgeted with my wedding band to cope with the anxiety. Once we were safely off the ground, I was fine. The ability to sleep without my face pressed into the wall of the plane was a godsend. I slept for most of the flight. I'll be damned if it wasn't the best rest I'd ever gotten.

We landed in New York. After customs, I had about twenty minutes to catch my connecting flight. I changed my mind. This was the worst part of flying. I checked the gate forty times. Unfortunately, I'd forgotten to select First Class for this flight. There was, at least, a seat in between me and an old woman. She started talking to me before boarding had even finished.

Holy shit, please don't talk to me the entire flight. Please.

Carol, as she introduced herself, noticed my nervous tic with my ring and decided to make small talk about it.

"Are you married?"

No. I wear this for fun.

"Yeah, I am."

"Do you have kids?"

Why are you asking me this.

"Nope."

"Do you want kids?"

WHY DO YOU CARE.

"Maybe."

"What about your wife?"

Oh god.

"Husband, actually. I haven't asked him."

"Oh, my granddaughter is gay. I love the gays."

For once, I wished someone was homophobic. I mumbled something along the lines of "that's nice", and she stopped talking for a bit. Maybe she was catching on that I wasn't feeling very chatty.

"What's your husband's name?"

Oh my god kill me now.

The pilot began speaking, and I considered him my lord and savior in that moment. Even though you'd could hardly understand him, I acted like I was paying very close attention. Finally, we were headed for take off, and that meant I could soon take out my phone. More importantly, my headphones. They would be the only thing that would get me through the next three hours. Halfway through the flight, I glanced over, and I noticed Carol looking through the SkyMall magazine. I began to feel bad. She was obviously bored.

"Have you every bought anything from one of those?" I asked.

"No, I haven't. Are you going to Seattle, too?"

What? Are we not on the same flight?

"Yeah."

"Do you live there?"

"No, I live in England now, actually. I lived in Seattle for a long time growing up, though."

"Is your husband British?"

"Yeah."

It was back and forth like that for the rest of the flight. When she asked about how we met, I simply said “work”. We exchanged goodbyes at the baggage claim. I made a mental note to make sure I upgraded to first class for the returning flight. Thankfully, my Uber driver didn't talk at all, so I gave him a $40 tip. It was strange feeling, entering my childhood home again. My mom had left it to me in the will. I couldn't part with it, even if I wasn't living there anymore.

I finally settled in for the night after texting everyone that I had made it safely. Basil was the only one to reply. He responded with a paper clip emoji, whatever the hell that meant.

[miyagifangkai]

Girls Night

Request: How about the reader has a girls night drinking and dancing and becomes extremely drunk. She calls her best friend Hawk to pick her up and confesses her feelings to him and asks him to stay the night for cuddles. In the morning she doesn’t remember her confession and wakes up in Hawk’s arms confused. Friends to lovers is one of my favorite troupes.

Tagged: @wishingtobeforeveryoung1994

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Drinking, Clubbing, Awkward flirting, Cursing, and?? I think that’s it! +characters are 21 plus+

May be some mistakes!! Haven’t proofread yet… oops lol

Characters involved: Eli/Hawk, Reader, and unnamed girlfriends

Couple Pairing: Eli/Hawk x Reader

A/N: sorry it took me so long for this. But I enjoyed writing it. I love banter between Eli and the reader lol! Thank you so much for the request I hope you enjoy! ❤️

The girls have been begging you for a month now to go on their monthly “girls night” trip to one of the most popular clubs in the city.

You had always denied going because you knew that would cause you to get extremely drunk and end up forgetting your own name. It’s not that you were a prude or anything you just had always thought it’d be best for you to stay home sober so nothing bad could happen. But you had stuck your foot in your mouth about a week ago promising that you’d go with them; so they had you caught dead to rights. Before you leave from work you get a text message, “Hey, if you need anything tonight just give me a call,” the message was from your best friend, Eli. You smile at your phone, “Don’t worry. I will call you at the slightest bit of trouble!” You pocket your phone and start walking to your car as your phone starts to ring, you see that it’s Eli calling you.

You smile and answer, “Hello, I’m sorry but Y/N isn’t available to take your call right now–”

“Oh shut up, Y/N. You’re a bully, you know that?

You cackle, “Dude, what do you want?”

“Y/N, what are you all gonna get into tonight?’

“I honestly have no idea, man. This is like only the second time I’m going but I do remember that we get crazy drunk and decide to have a great big orgy with soooo many guys,” you laugh and you can practically hear him smiling through the phone.

“You are such an asshole, Y/N.”

“I’m kidding, man. I really don’t know. As far as I know we are gonna go to a club, dance, hang out, and drink a little.”

“Okay, just be careful. Remember if you need anything–”

“Give you a call,” you interrupt his sentence in a mocking tone.

“Okay, listen you bitch I’m serious, alright?” Eli laughs.

“Yes, sir. I got it. I’ll let you know.”

You and Eli say your goodbyes and hang up. You have been crushing on your best friend for some time now. The whole butterflies in the stomach, weak in the knees, shaky hands, and tons of blushing type of crush.

You get home from work and automatically hop in the shower to get prepared for your wild night out. You didn’t really own what they call a “clubbing dress” but you did own some black shorts that had an obscene amount of sequins attached to them. The best match for the shorts was either a lime green tank top with some black booties that had a lime green zipper or you could go more chic with a tighter fitting white T-shirt and your favorite pair of retro white Nike tennis shoes that had a black check on the side. Oh, decisions, decisions. You take a look in the mirror and place your hand on your chin in thought. You decided to go with the white tank top thinking you’d feel more comfortable anyway. You weren’t going here tonight to pick up a guy and have a one night stand; you were going to have fun and dance.

You do your hair, makeup, and get your outfit on and you’re ready to go. You see your friends pull up to your house and you walk on out. The girls hang their heads out of their windows and start yelling, “GIRLS NIGHT,” and you can already tell that they’ve had a pretty intense pregame before coming to pick you up. You just shake your head at them and get in the car.

“I can’t believe you actually walked out that door, Y/N!”

You roll your eyes, “Yeah, well, I promised.”

“Oh cheer up girl!”

You girls wind up at the club and you step out of the car and your jaw drops from the amount of people at this place. You had forgotten about how packed a club gets, especially on a Saturday night. Is it too late to call Eli right now?

One of your friends pats you on the shoulder, “C’mon! Cheer up! You can see him later,” she wiggles her eyebrows at you. You roll your eyes at her, “Don’t even go there, bitch.”

She laughs at you and you two make your way in and catch up with your other girlfriends. They have already gotten the shots ready, “There you two are! Sorry, we left you out on the first round.”

You all take the shots and you feel the burning sensation drain all the way into your stomach. You didn’t necessarily enjoy drinking but you definitely enjoyed the sensation you got after it. You all get another round and down it; and you make your way to the dance floor.

All of you start dancing with each other screaming, “THIS IS MY SONG,��� after every song that plays. You had to admit it was fun just being a girl sometimes. You could be reckless and spontaneous without any of their judgement, granted, they were too drunk to judge anyone at the moment.

“Hey, I’m gonna get another drink! Anyone want anything?”

“Oh! I do. I’ll come with.”

Then you weave through the crowd of people in the club and approach the bar; the bartender approaches you and you two order your drinks. You both down them and you say, “So are we gonna use another shot as a chaser?”

“You bet we are!”

You two get another shot and drink it and at this point things are starting to get hazy. You feel your legs begin to jerk and you’re burning up. You stand up from your chair and fall back down in it, your legs not being able to keep up with you. The room is spinning and you weren’t able to stand up right. You take your phone out of your purse and message Eli jumbling up your letters, “Hi geuss what? I’m drumk,” and thinking you had spelled everything correctly, you sent it.

You had lost sight of your “friends” so you decided to go to the bathroom.

You hear your phone and take it out, “Yeah? I can see that. You okay?”

You chuckle to yourself and mumble out your text out loud, “I'm in danger. Come get me”

Eli messages back, “You sure?”

You smirk, “Oh yeah! There is so much danger here. It’s ridiculous,” you laugh at your own message. You hear your phone again, “On my way.”

You walk out of the bathroom and find your friends barely walking with your jelly legs, “Hey girls, I’m really sorry but I’m heading home, Eli is coming to pick me up.”

They all frown at you, “Awh, okay. We’ll miss you!” You give them a quick hug making sure you don't make a lot of sudden movements.

You make your way outside to find Eli getting out of his car to meet you.

“Hey!” You try to raise your arm to wave at Eli but for some reason your arm doesn't budge.

“Oh, Y/N… you’re wasted.”

“Me? Wasted? Nope,” you start swaying a little bit slurring your words.

“Come on. Let’s get you in the car.”

He puts his arm around your shoulders and helps you to the car. You couldn’t help but be completely smitten with Eli barely having the thought to process that he touched you. Eli gets in the car and starts it.

“Thank you for taking me home, Eli. So sweet,” you put your hand on his face and stroke his cheek.

Eli just keeps driving pretending that you’re not bothering or flustering him at all.

“Do you even know how drunk you are right now?”

You keep staring at him and you move your hand away from his face and say, “Do you even know how pretty you are right now?” You get this extremely dumb grin on your face being super proud of the pickup line you just used on him.

Eli chuckles, “Okay, so one out of ten? You’re definitely at ten,” he’s practically saying to himself.

You answer with, “Yeah, you really are a ten, aren’t you?” Oh, if only sober you were here right now.

“You are so gonna regret this tomorrow, Y/N,” Eli smirks at you.

“Regret what? Telling you the truth?”

Eli just laughs at you and you two arrive at your apartment.

“I’ll help you inside, okay?”

“Okay, Mr. Hawk, but no funny business,” you put your hand up to boop his nose but miss his nose completely and end up putting your index finger on his chin. Eli cackles at you and you look at him confused, “What? I like your nose. It’s so adorable,” you stare at Eli with absolute love in your eyes.

“Buddy, you’re on it tonight.”

“Wish you were on me,” you mumble to yourself and Eli questions you making sure he heard you right, “What?”

“Nothing!” You just smile again at him.

Eli helps you inside and he helps you get dressed into your pajamas ignoring your advances towards him and lays you down in your bed and covers you up. He starts to walk out your bedroom door before you lazily lean up and say, “Wait! Where are you going?”

“Don’t worry, Y/N. I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“Absolutely not. You’re gonna get your fine ass over here and cuddle with me,” you point to the empty space in your bed.

Eli leans up against the doorframe and says, “Not when you ask me like that. Ask nicely.”

You sigh, “Will you come cuddle with me? Plleeeaasseee,” your slurred speech making you sound more needy than you’d like.

“Alright, only because you asked soooo nicely,” Eli gets in the bed with you and you immediately snuggle up against him. You fit so well in his arms. Nothing was more blissful than this.

“Eli?”

“Yes, Y/N?”

“I need to tell you something…”

“What is it?”

“I’m in love with you,” you sigh from relief, “Like have been for so long. But yeah, I love you.”

“Y/N I–” before he can finish his sentence you’ve drifted off to sleep leaving Eli to wait until the morning to talk to you.

The next morning you wake up with a killer headache. Wait? Who’s arms are these?

You crane your neck to get a glimpse of the boy who’s holding onto you. Holy shit! It’s Eli!

“Eli?” you lightly tap his arm and he startles a little bit which leads you to almost slap his arm yelling, “HAWK!”

Eli’s eyes jolted open causing him to almost jump up, “Yeah! What? You okay?”

You sit up, “I’m fine,” you slightly chuckle at him, “We didn’t?”

“Oh no! We didn’t. Just cuddling,” he smirks, “after you begged for me to snuggle you; I just couldn’t turn you down.”

“Oh, yeah right,” you scoff.

“You also said a few other things last night,” Eli looks at you with anxiety causing you to become anxious as well, “You said you were in love with me.”

Your heart starts to pound causing your head to feel like it’s about to blow up off your shoulders, “I– what?”

“Yeah, you missed a lot,” Eli looks at you slowly forming a smirk on his face.

“Oh great… I can’t believe this,” you sigh.

“So, it's true?”

“Ugh, dammit. I just– yeah, it's true.”

Eli lays his head back down and stares at the ceiling without a word and you say, “Good.”

“What?”

“I said good.”

“Why?”

“Because I love you too,” Eli’s face becomes blood red.

“You do?”

“Yes. I love you, Y/N. I have for a long time too.”

You kiss Eli not even caring that you both haven’t brushed your teeth yet. There were so many emotions running high that you just acted on first instinct. You two exploded with love. The kiss was filled with want and adoration and you could feel it.

You both pull away and Eli says, “I have been waiting for that to happen for so long.”

“Yeah, me too.”

You and Eli lay there for the rest of the morning in each other’s arms and talk about last night with him making fun of you for your drunken escapades.

You couldn’t believe you had come clean to Eli about how you really felt. You were so relieved that he loved you back. You two were a recipe for true love, you just knew it.

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Tickletober day 5: ghost tickles

This might be a bit misleading since there are no actual ghost tickles, just an incident with a ghost costume lol

Sorry for the clickbait 😔

Puka puka~☆

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Chiaki x Kanata (interpret as you wish)

Lee: Chiaki

Ler: Kanata

Warnings: Tickles

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As the leader of Ryussetai, Chiaki always tried to act fearless, but there was one thing that always scared him shitless, and that was ghosts. Unluckily for him, he and Kanata had been invited to a halloween party, and of course Kanata had decided to dress up as a ghost (‘cause it was easy and cheap lol), but he ended up scaring the Ryussei red and now he was currently cowering in his room in fear.

Kanata slowly opened the door to his room and just as he expected, Chiaki was hiding under the covers, shaking like a maracca. “Hey, I took the costume off, you can come out now” said the blue haired male in a soft tone. He couldn’t help but chuckle when Chiaki shook his head, clearly still too scared. Kanata approached him, taking a seat next to the shiverring male. “Do I need to force you out of there~?” Kanata asked in a teasy tone, but there was no reply from the other. Although he did hear a soft giggle come out from Chiaki. He took that as a sign to keep going and started to blindly poke at the brunnette’s torso through the sheets. “Poke poke poke~”.

“Pfft! Ehehehe! N-nohoho!” Chiaki squirmed as his grip on the sheets started to get loose. Kanata took the opportunity to yank them out of his hands, smiling down at the flustered leader.

“Much better, now… tickle tickle~” teased Ryussei blue as he wormed his fingers up and down Chiaki’s sides.

“Gah‼ D-dohon’t say thahahat!” whined out the brunnette while his arms came crashing down to protect his sides out of instinct.

“Don’t say what? Tickle tickle~?” Kanata giggled at the soft squeal that came out of his partner. Now opting to lightly scratch at his tummy.

“GYAH! AHAHAHAHA! B-BAD SPOHOHOT!” Chiaki screeched out as he threw his head back in laughter. He had his eyes squeezed fully shut and yet somehow blindly sought out Kanata’s wrists, but the other was able to easily avoid him.

“Oops sorry, is this better?” Kanata teasingly asked as he poked all over Chiaki’s stomach, occassionally aiming for his bellybutton. “Pokey poke poke~”

“Pfttahahahaha! S-stahahap sahahaying thahat!” Chiaki tried to curl on himself as he clutched his tummy, but that caused Kanata to start poking his sides up and down. “Eep! I-Ihit tihihickles‼”.

“Really?? I couldn’t tell~ Coochi coochi coo~” Kanata then moved his fingers to pinch and prod at Chiaki’s ribs, enjoying the squeaks and squeals that came out of him.

“Okahahay! N-no mohohore‼” Chiaki finally managed to get a hold of Kanata’s hands, causing him to stop tickling him. The brunnette sucked in as much air as he could, a genuine, dorky smile still plastered on his face.

“Feeling better now?” Kanata smiled when Chiaki nodded his head. He’ll definitely remember this the next time they get invited to a halloween party, no more ghost costumes.

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I didn't proofread so this might be ass ajshakdhj as if I ever proofread

Also I've finally written for each oddball yayy😄

I still can't get over the fact that Kanata can't swim 💀 SJAJDJAJDJSN

[elizabeth-mitchells]

I was tagged by @lilolilyr thank you so much!!! i loved your answers omg you've written a lot! <33

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

I have 49 words posted!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

612122!

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. five times Deena and Sam met in secret (and one time they didn’t) aka my pride and joy, love u fear street fandom. 2. Being with you (Makes the flame burn good) i'm very proud of this one, my first fic for the old guard. 3. Extremely Uneventful Subject although i genuinely love it it only got this many kudos bc i included men lmao 4. one day at a time one of my favorites!! why didn't i write more for bly manor?? 5. Andy and Quynh One Shots 101 one shots and i'm extremely proud of that lol

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! I reply most of the time. In fact, I should go reply to some today

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Chapter 40: the work of loving them is worth the pain of losing them. or mortal Andy is losing her memory and i cry the entire time.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

probably Extremely Uneventful Subject because, spoilers alert, it's all about andy regaining her immortality and being happy ever after with her wife, as it should be!

7. Do you write crossovers? If so what’s the craziest one you’ve

written?

I've only written one! (Red) Room For 8. I do think it classifies as crazy, maybe? What do ocean's 8 and the haunting of hill house have in common? this fic!! i actually really liked it and i should probably finish it oops! plus, we get lou and theo being friendly exes so that's... something

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

No, i don't think so?

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Hmm a little. so not really. just when the fic really calls for it. for example Don't You Know? (That I'm A Moon In Daylight) helena/dinah vampire au, for reasons. and the only touchstone of truth the marla/fran backstory!

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Uhh not that i know of! hopefully not!

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! Which i think is the coolest thing! 【翻译】Being with you (Makes the flame burn good) in Chinese!

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I'm on it 👀

13. What’s your all time favorite ship?

oh the most difficult question ever!! listen, i have to say at least four! Andromaquynh or Andy/Quynh, is so especial because oh my god they're immortal that's endless potential! and i don't think i'll ever write 101 one shots for another ship! Damie or Dani/Jamie, because maybe I only have two stories written for them but the love i feel for them is way too much, they are perfect, favorite characters too. Heistwives or Debbie/Lou, objectively i also wrote a lot for ocean's 8, they are the reason i started writing fanfiction! and they've lasted me a long time. plus there's also the ot3 i love. and a bonus mention for my current favorite Sameena! of Sam/Deena, because they are the only thing in my mind at the moment, except maybe for Sarah/Hannah

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Okay so I genuinely started to write a The Old Guard x Hill House AU, like I had a full chapter ready I think and I was so excited about it, spooky, angsty, emotional. but then Fear Street took over my entire life. but! I love the idea and I have a full outline so I'm sure I'll write it at some point!! hopefully before the sequel comes out lol as soon as i can look past the problematic fandom again. but! one that i really don't think i'll finish, would be a tog x ocean's 8 AU, because i didn't feel as strongly about that one, didn't have an outline, technically didn't even start to write it, probably not going to happen

15. What are your writing strengths?

i genuinely have no idea what to answer, i swear

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

uhhh i don't know? if this counts, which i think it does because it definitely affects my writing, is that i have zero discipline. and i rather die than thoroughly proofread and edit everything i write...

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I was going to say I don't love it but then I remembered I've done it a couple of times! I think it's nice, but when it's not overdone, just a little thing here and there. in my case, i did short sentences on one shots, which meaning can be guessed or wasn't very important to the story, so that the reader doesn't have to stop reading to look up a translation, and then at the end include the translation. it's mostly about the feeling of it, to me

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Ocean's 8! and it was a 30k ot3 story because apparently i'm ambitious like that. and shortly after i started writing for the haunting of hill house!

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

Gunpowder Milkshake! I have an entire one shot already planned out but I haven't had the time :((( (fear street please let me live) and i have written for these fandoms/ships but not nearly enough!! so i'm also going to mention Dani/Jamie from bly manor and Dani/Grace from terminator dark fate. let's not overthink why i love so many ships that include a character named dani jgkhghk

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

I have many favorites but I'm going to be completely honest here and say that it's my heart (is like a haunted house) my Andromaquynh Ghost AU!

Tagging: (if u guys want to do it/haven't done it yet) @villanelleskiss, @salzundhonig, @rupzydaisy, @moonlightandromache, @cryhardanddanceharder, @knoepfchen,

[ivyuns]

come back to me again ❆ ✰

kim seungmin

genre: angst, fluff

word count: 1.8k

warnings: 2018-2020 era, young hearts are broken, mentions of passing out, y/n’s leader name is yerim and other member’s name is sunni, mentions of suicide, fainting, mean comments, strict dieting, one bad word oop, the plot doesnt make sense lol i just wanted a break from landing in your heart, not proofread

notes: i had three story plots i wanted to use but uh yeah i chose this one (maybe ill post all three of them but different members oo) but listen to love again by baekyun, or the cover by minnie <3

masterlist

idol!seungmin x femidol!reader

tell me you love me like the day you did

the day it ended was on a rainy, cold day. seungmin called you to meet up with him, saying he had something to tell you. heading to the jyp building, which wasnt that far from you house.

scanning your id and greeting the staff, you go to the room seungmin was in. knocking twice, you heard a “come in” and opened the door gently. “hi minnie” you smiled at your boyfriend. seungmin waved back with a small smile on his face.

“y/n, come sit here, we need to talk”

going to where seungmin pat the spot for you to sit, he sighs. “i know this is hard, but you know how stray kids is debuting soon?” you nod, knowing where this is leading to. “i- we have to break up” he paused. “but you know i love you right? i promise id come back after three years okay baby?” holding you tears, you looked into his eyes, that are full of sadness.

trying your best to hold your tears in, you gave him one last hug. before parting different ways, seungmin kissed your lips. letting go, you put the promise ring he gave you 2 years ago on his palm and walked away. letting the tears running onto your cheeks as you walked away from the room.

with a sobbing seungmin left alone in the practice room. holding your promise ring made him feel guilty, but it wasnt his fault that he had to do this.

tell me once again, say that you love me again

packing all of seungmins stuff that was at your house and looking though them made your heart burn. from they day he asked you out after school to whenever you two last hung out with each other, which was over 2 months ago.

because now that you and seungmin auditioned to be in the same company, but with seungmin, he had a little bit more talent than you did. it didnt mean you didnt have talent, it just meant you were physically ready to become an idol. still improving, many idols were amazed at how well your singing and dancing was.

finally taping seungmins box, you went to the stray kids dorm and dropped it off and to say goodbye to the boys. deciding to switch to a new company to focus more instead of dealing with you heartbreak.

you rung the doorbell and you come face-to-face with seungmin. handing seungmin the box, you asked if it was okay to say goodbye to the boys, which made seungmin confused. where you going somewhere? ending your dreams?

seungmin moved to the side for you to come in. as seungmin closed the door, a voice was heard. “seungmo! who’s here- oh” looking up, you see minho. your eyes that was red and puffy ran more tears down as you ran up and hugged minho.

minho was in fact the one who introduced you to seungmin. accidentally falling in love with seungmin, you told minho all about it and he eventually told seungmin about your feelings towards him. seungmin, who felt the same way, made the best way to confess to you, which was a success.

minho hugged you back, caressing you back as seungmin looked down and went back to his room. “its okay love, its okay” minho shushed you as you cried into his chest. settling you two in the living room, the whole stray kids but seungmin came out of their rooms, comforting you as they all knew what happened between you and seungmin.

30 minutes passed and you decided it was time to go. giving the boys one last hug, you made sure they’ll have good luck when theyre now idols.

“just know, ill love you guys forever. thank you”

im where ive always been, i still love you

almost 2 years had gone by and you finally debuted into a three member group. with being the main vocalist and dancer. being invited to the award shows, your group gracefully posed on the red carpet, right after stray kids. accidentally locking eyes with seungmin, you almost teared up but you had to be strong.

sitting down in front of stray kids, you grew anxious as if nobody else other than stray kids and yerim knew about your past relationship. stilling having feelings for seungmin, you let them go and paid attention to the show that was now starting.

“hyung, dont you think y/n looks like shes about to pass out?” jeongin asked seungmin. after you left the dorms that day, seungmin didnt know where you were. nobody told him anything about you other than you leaving jyp. you and your group was hidden from social media until your company announced a new girl group was debuting soon.

after seungmin got the news about you, he felt so relieved, knowing that you were still here living. on the pictures online, you looked like a goddess. the way your singing was beautiful and your dancing were sharp. he was amazed at how far you came.

but when seungmin saw you in person, it looked like you were on the verge of passing out due to how thin you looked. it looked like you couldnt perform on what your condition is.

feeling unsteady, your group was the last ones to perform. getting into your costumes, you fell back slightly when yerim pushed you up. after seeing how weak your body has been acting, she was worried something might happen to you on stage. and seeing how you reacted when you saw seungmin again made her worried.

“y/n, are you sure you got this?” yerim asked. nodding your head a yes with a smile on you, you gave her a thumbs up. with the smile that hid everything. yerim nodded her head, your group was ready to perform.

among the three girls that was on the stage, seungmin only looked out for you. anxiety rising, seungmin bit his lips which changbin rubbing his back to calm down.

the end of the performance, you tried your best to stay still, but you only saw blurry vision. as you were about to get off stage, you fainted with your head hitting the floor first. gasping were loud from everyone as yerim and sunni tried to lift you up and go back to the dressing rooms.

as soon as seungmin saw everything, he stood up and tried to run towards you till he was stopped by chan. “seungmin you cant. everyone’s going to find out” “i dont care hyung, the person i love the most is hurt” seungmin said and let go of chan’s hand that was gripped around seungmins wrist.

seungmin runs through the halls and tries to find your groups room. after finding it, he gently pushes away people who are near you and gets a view of you on the couch. “s-seungmin” both sunni and yerim said together. “yerim, what happened to her” seungmin asked, skipping the honorifics since they know each other.

yerim bites her lips with glossy eyes, scared of what to tell seungmin what you’ve been doing. “yerim?! i said whats going on with y/n-” “she tried to kill herself!” seungmin pauses and tries to lets what yerim said sink into him.

“w-what? why?” seungmin asks as tears start streaming down his face, as well as sunni’s and yerim’s. “she was scared. scared that she wasnt going to be perfect to be an idol. she started getting hate comments, saying she was too fat. but this is why shes too thin. she wont listen to us when we tell her she needs to rest and to start eating. all she does is practice with no water breaks but somehow, she still hits every move right. other than that, shes scared of what youll see her like again. she still loves you seungmin, but shes scared”

“sunbae, shes not okay. she needs somebody and that somebody is you”

seungmin was stunned by what yerim and sunni told him. “can- can you two leave us for a moment. please?” seungmin asked quietly as everyone left the room. seungmin starred at your body. eyes closed with you as skinny as your bones. it scared him of how you thought so low about yourself.

he doesnt understand it. he doesnt understand how you got every moves and vocals right without anything. where you like this during your relationship? no, it couldnt. both seungmin and you promised each other that you two will never keep secrets to yourself.

seungmin silently cries to himself, thinking of why you wanted to do this to yourself as he held your hand. his tears slowly fall onto you forearms, which wipes the makeup off of your scars you created, which makes seungmin cry more.

because of you fainting, the award show was paused temporally. with this being said, stray kids got up and quickly went to you room until they were stopped by yerim. “dont, seungmins already in there” all of them nods their heads and waited outside the room with minho dropping down, hands in his face with tears as he remembers when you tried to seek help from him but he never answered because he was too busy.

don't leave me alone baby, just stay for the night baby

still holding your hand, seungmin whispers ‘i love yous’ and ‘im sorry, please forgive me’. gaining conscious, you flutter your eyes open and see seungmin in front of you.

“seungmin?”

he opens his eyes to see you awake. “bab- y/n. thank god” seungmin says and hugs you gently. tears start streaming down as you realized he probably knows everything now. “s-seungmin, did they tell you-” “yes they did. and im sorry. so fucking sorry oh my god, please dont do this again. please eat, please do what you loved to do again. i want the old y/n back, the happy one” seungmin lets out.

“okay, ill come back” you told him. seungmin wipes your tears away, as well as his and plants a kiss on your lips. “come back to me again?” nodding your head, you both smile. this time, a real and happy smile from you.

the awards continued on and your group won an award. chan offered your group if they wanted to come for dinner, you were going to decline, but yerim, sunni and seungmin forced you to, wanting you to start eating again.

heading out, the eleven of you walked to the nearest korean bbq while holding seungmin’s hand. feeling the warmth youve been missing for 2 years.

tell me your love again.

END <3

[wickymicky]

So it's not sorting members and biases, but how would you rank weki meki albums (by whatever criteria you feel like doing lol)?

ooooo hmmmmmm............. thats interesting..... okay i’ll try it haha

WeMe - i actually went into making this list thinking that Lucky would be number 1, but the more i think about it and look at the tracklist... actually i think it’s WeMe lol. IDLYG is such a unique debut song and i dont care what anyone else says lol, i adore that song. Stay With Me is pretty iconic too. it’s not necessarily one of my favorite bsides of theirs, but it’s good. Neverland is underrated though for sure, i really like that song. and then Fantastic is honestly a candidate for being my favorite Weki Meki bside haha that song is just so... i dont even know, lol. undercover. superlover.

Lucky - this is one of the most solid mini albums in kpop, imo. Lucky is a fantastic intro, La La La is such an underrated title track, Iron Boy and Metronome both slap... i like the album’s vibe a lot

Hide and Seek - Oopsy is great, and Dazzle Dazzle was included on the album too, and normally when previous non-album singles are included in a subsequent album i think it’s kind of a waste of a space, but in terms of making a list like this, i gotta factor in the fact that this album has two title tracks on it lol. in this instance that’s a good thing. but not just that, Moya Moya is another one of my favorite bsides from them. The Paradise is fantastic too, i really wanna see what other stuff Suyeon writes if this is what we can expect haha. honestly with how much i wrote about this one... maybe i even like it more than Lucky? i’ve been thinking that Lucky is their best or one of their best mini albums for basically the whole time that i’ve been into Weki Meki, so i’m gonna have to put more thought into this before i make a decision that drastic hahaha. for me, that’s a big deal lol, i dont wanna just declare Hide and Seek better than Lucky unless im 100% sure. i’ll ruminate on this

Lock End LOL/Week End LOL - okay, so, this single album is above their other remaining mini album. oops. normally i wouldnt ever put a single album above a mini album (and probably wouldnt put a mini album above a full album), but like... this one has PICKY PICKY and TIKI TAKA lmao... i’ve listened to Tiki Taka more than countless other songs from groups i also love, and i’ve probably listened to Picky Picky more than i’ve listened to some entire groups, lol. and Whatever U Want is ANOTHER favorite bside. Petal Fortune is nice, i like it, but it’s not something i listen to that often. but so those first three songs are incredible and they literally (not a joke) changed my life haha, Picky Picky is my favorite kpop song of all time... but the reason this album isn’t higher is just because tbh i would need another banger song, i think. at least one more. it has my favorite song on it, but it is just a single album, even with the Tiki Taka repackage. 

Kiss Kicks - okay now things are getting controversial. Crush isn’t my favorite title track and i’ve made no secret of that lol (but i do still love it, dont get me wrong), but i love True Valentine. ive been saying various bsides are “possibly my favorite”, but i think if i had to actually pick one (and only one) favorite bside right now, it’d probably be True Valentine. but so the controversial thing about this placement probably isnt the fact that Kiss Kicks is so low... because it’s only a single album with just three songs on it.... the controversial thing is that this album is above-

New Rules - sjdklmvldsfg,sf;lg. i LOVE Cool. it was my fifth favorite song last year, which is like super high praise from me lol, i put a LOT of thought into my top 10 list. being in my top 5 is like putting it in the S Tier lol. but uhhhhh idk... i’m just not feeling any of the bsides. Just Us, the one that the members wrote, is nice and it’s meaningful but it’s not something i’ve listened to very often. i dont even remember D-Day (that’s my bad, i should listen to it again). and Sweet Dreams... i know a lot of people like it, but... and this is gonna be a controversial opinion... i just can’t get into it. i could elaborate on that but i’ve written enough already lol... i don’t hate it, it just doesnt really work for me, it’s hard to explain.... well anyway lol. I do love Cool though

i could edit these to be more readable, it’s really clear that i’m just talking to myself in a stream of consciousness, but i’m not gonna proofread lmao this is just a tumblr post. i just like to ramble about the things i like haha, thank you for giving me an opportunity to do so hahaha. i already think about this kinda stuff on my own, without posting it lol

[kookiesjoonies]

Favorite Fic Tag!

rules: pick a fic that you’ve written that you consider to be your favorite/the one you’re most proud of, and answer the questions below!

What is the name of your fic? (provide a link if you’d like!) ripped jeans.

What is the genre? smut, pwp

Is it a one shot, drabble, series, or something else? one shot... for now. ;)

How long did it take you to write it? honestly i wrote it awhile ago, but i remember being so excited to write it so it came out pretty quick. 

Favorite line from the fic? mannn, i have so many but, “make a mess all over these jeans” takes the cake, oops.

Favorite scene from the fic? it’s pretty much one scene in a dressing room, but uhhh, the thigh riding part is my fav. shocker. 

Anything you wish you’d have done differently? actually, no! i’m immensely proud of the way it turned out. 

Was it easy or hard for you to write? easy! the words just flowed out. i think that had a lot to do w/ the fact that it was purely self indulgent lol. 

How did you come up with the idea/plot? well. uhh. i’m obsessed w/ jungkook’s thighs, soooo.. 

Did you use a beta reader/have someone proofread it before you published it? nope! didn’t know anyone back then lol. 

Do you think that your writing abilities have improved since writing it? ABSOLUTELY! but i am still so proud of this fic, either way. 

And lastly, why is it your favorite fic that you’ve ever written? bc i’m in love w/ jungkook, and his legs. and this fic is basically my wildest dream come to life LOL. and it’s my first one shot that i ever posted on tumblr, so it’ll always hold a special place in my heart. 

tagging: @ppersonna @ladyartemesia @xjoonchildx @excuseme-youpretty @out-of-jams @taetaewonderland @jeonsbananamilk @taequois @dontaskshhhhh @ephemeralkookie @yourdelights @kimnjss @taetaespeaches @yeojaa @readyplayerhobi @jjungkookislife @brilliantlybasicb and anyone else who writes and sees this/wants to do it! tag me so i can see!

you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to! Xo

[horansqueen]

AM Conversations : chapter 32

A Niall Horan fanfiction ; rated MA

CHAPTER 1 || CHAPTER 2 || CHAPTER 3 || CHAPTER 4 || CHAPTER 5 || CHAPTER 6 || CHAPTER 7 || CHAPTER 8 || CHAPTER 9 || CHAPTER 10 || CHAPTER 11 || CHAPTER 12 || CHAPTER 13 || CHAPTER 14 || CHAPTER 15 || CHAPTER 16 || CHAPTER 17 || CHAPTER 18 || CHAPTER 19 || CHAPTER 20 || CHAPTER 21 || CHAPTER 22 || CHAPTER 23 || CHAPTER 24 || CHAPTER 25 || CHAPTER 26 || CHAPTER 27 || CHAPTER 28 || CHAPTER 29 || CHAPTER 30 || CHAPTER 31

NOTES:

-one chapter is her pov, the next is his. -4k -im sorry, i never proofread, i hate it. -there WILL be smut. but not only smut. -this is a romance, comedy, smut story. -for the summary, check my MASTERLIST.

- if you want to be notified when this is updated, please message me or leave a comment!

- you can send me questions and theories and comments. tbh they all make me SO SO SO SOOOO HAPPY! and make me want to write more! you can also tell me if there are things you WANT to happen. you never know, i may add it :P

- note for this chapter: i got a few requests like a trip to ireland to meet their parents and casual dates... and they were ideas I had already planned so yay haha we think alike! more of that date in next chapter. and theyll be going to his parents’ for christmas so ill write that too (all planned already lol) PLEASE tell me if its getting boring okay? thank you!

Chapter 32 : His chapter

NIALL

When my phone rang again, I was laying on top of Liv, kissing her slowly and deeply. I could feel myself still hard from going down on her and the way her hands moved on my body only amplified my libido. Her fingers ran down to the small of my back before reaching my butt over my boxers and without thinking, I bucked my hips against hers.

"Maybe you should answer the phone." she let out in a whisper, her lips brushing against mine.

"If it's her again i'm gonna be pissed." I admitted low, making Liv chuckle,.

If I only listened to myself, i'd keep kissing her all day but I just groaned and kept my eyes closed, trying to decide if I should just let it ring or get up and answer. It took me too long and it stopped ringing, probably letting the call reach my voicemail, and I smiled against her lips.

"Oops?"

She chuckled but I quickly pressed my lips back against hers, deepening the kiss immediately and closing my eyes again, focusing on her hands and the way her lips fitted perfectly with mine. I knew out bodies would too. It was so obvious to me now.

My phone rang again and this time, my girlfriend laughed while we were kissing. I pulled away and let my eyes roam on her face before sighing low.

"I don't care, i'm not answering."

Once again, I dipped my head down to kiss her, rubbing myself very slightly between her legs trying to get a release I was not sure I wanted to reach now. It took only a few seconds after my phone stopped ringing for it to start again and this time, I groaned in Liv's mouth before pulling away a bit, opening my eyes to meet hers. There was only one person who would insist and I knew that they'd keep calling until I'd pick up. Liv raised her eyebrows and her lips curled.

"Your mommy."

I raised my nose up, knowing she was most likely right and reluctantly, I peeled my body off of hers, getting off the bed to search through my pants. When I turned around, I notice Olivia smirking at me and raising her eyebrows up.

"That was a very nice view, can you bend down again?"

I chuckled and shook my head, raising my eyebrows at her.

"And you call me a pervert." I pointed out, making her chuckle before finally answering my phone. "Hey ma."

I stayed motionless, facing Liv as I chatted with my mother and noticed the way she was looking at me. I didn't know why but I liked it and when I finally hung up, I moved my hands up with a smile.

"What?" I just asked, making her chuckle low as she glanced down at my boxers.

"It's just... I really made a mess out of your boxers." she chuckled before pressing her lips hard together.

I frowned but looked down, noticing the wet spot on my boxers and suddenly realizing I had been standing between her legs only a few minutes ago after going down on her. I looked up with a smirk, raising my eyebrows and laughing a little.

"It's only the proof of the effect I have on you." I pointed out with a shrug, still smirking. I put my phone on the bedside table and turned back to her. "Now you can't deny it... ever."

I crawled on top of her and she started laughing.

"Why would I ever deny it?" she asked in a low tone as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

I smiled even more and kissed her, staying over the covers while she was laying under them. I felt attracted to her like a magnet and even if I knew it was a stupid comparison, it was exactly that. I couldn't be away from her for too long and anyway, I didn't want to. It took me so long to realize my feelings for her, I just wanted to make up for lost time.

"What did your mom want?" she finally asked after a while, her lips briefly parting from mine.

I didn't want to tell my mom that I had a new girlfriend over the phone and the fact that she knew Olivia and have for decades made things even more important to announce, or it seemed.

"Remind me to be there for Christmas." I chuckled. "As if i'd forget something like that."

I stopped talking and felt my heart jump in my chest before pulling slightly away to look in her eyes. My gaze dropped to her lips and she immediately licking them. Fuck, I loved that, and it turned me on more than it should.

"Now that I think about it, we could spend so much time together in this room that we'd literally forget Christmas."

Her lips curled into a fond smile as her fingers started playing with my hair. Her touch was extremely soft and gentle and I felt goosebumps appear on my back.

"We definitely could." she admitted in a whisper. "But don't worry, we'll get out of here long enough for you to go to your mother's for a few days."

She chuckled again and it made me smile even more.

"How about you come with me?"

Her lips parted, her eyebrows raised, and the look she sent me amused me more than it should have. I didn't want to be separated from her for the holidays and it would be our first Christmas as a couple.

"My mom is doing a big Christmas dinner and my dad will be there too, and probably my brother." I added with a small shrug. "We could tell them in person, what do you say?"

I could read fear but also excitement in her eyes and I waited, motionless, until her lips curled and she moved up on her elbows to reach my lips with hers.

"Then we can go see your parents for an other few days if you want." I added, taking her bottom lip between my teeth and biting it a bit, making her whimper. "You haven't seen them in a while."

I knew her parents had moved back to France a few years ago and even if she kept in touch with them through skype, I knew she missed them a lot. I remembered catching her crying one time while we were on tour, after she talked with them, and although she had never explicitly told me that it was why she was crying, she had literally spent half an hour sobbing in my arms.

She brought her hands on my cheeks and sent me a fond smile, making my heart twist lightly in my chest.

"Thank you."

She whispered the words but I could feel how grateful she really was and it made me smile. I have always wanted my best friend to be happy but now, it became the most important thing for me. I thought about the comments I had seen under that ridiculous online article and it made my heart twist in my chest. Sometimes, I couldn't believe how mean people were. And wrong, too.

"What do you think your parents will say?" she asked, raising her nose up in a grimace. It was cute and it made my smile grow.

"About us together?" I just asked, raising my eyebrows, a smile still on my lips.

"Yea, do you think they're gonna like me?" she wondered in a very low and juvenile tone.

"Are they gonna.. what?" I chuckled with a frown, amused by her question. "Liv, they already know you, they've known you for two decades, they love you!"

She shrugged a shoulder, looking up at her fingers in my hair.

"That doesn't mean they'll like me as your girlfriend."

I didn't know why she was scared but I didn't want her to be. I sighed low and licked my lips, waiting until her eyes would meet mine.

"Olivia, look at me."

Slowly, her gaze moved to meet mine and she licked her lips nervously. I watched the way the tip of her tongue ran gently between her lips and it made me realize that I love this habit of hers.

"You make me happy, you always have, and my parents know that, and they love you." I pointed out, waiting about a minute until she simply nodded. "Can I book our flight?"

This time, she chuckled and nodded more before I bent down and kisses her lips in a peck. I pushed myself off of her and got off the bed, looking for a paid of pants and a shirt.

"Maybe you should wear clean boxers." she proposed with a short laugh.

I raised my nose up with an amused smile and shrugged.

"Naa, it's okay this way." I let out. "Just a nice reminder of my skills, 'ts all good."

It took only half a second before I felt a pillow hit the side of my face and lost my balance as I was trying to put my pants on.

"What the..."

I didn't trip but it was close and I looked up at her with a big smile. She was smiling too, her eyes smaller and her nose up again.

"You're so pretentious!" she let out, making me laugh as I finally pulled my shirt down on my chest.

"What?" I asked, raising my hands slightly up. "It's the truth!"

"Shut up, Horan!" she groaned, making me laugh even more.

"Okay dress up! I'll make coffee!"

With one last smile, I left the room and walked to the kitchen, making coffee and leaning against the counter, crossing my arms until I felt my phone vibrate in the pockets of my sweatpants. I quickly grabbed it and read the message I got, losing my smile slowly. She entered the room at the same time and I put my phone back in my pockets, looking up at her.

"Can we talk?"

She frowned but nodded, sitting at the table as I poured coffee in two mugs. I placed one on the table for her and sat in front of her with mine, both my hands wrapped around the cup.

"Niall, you're stressing me." she admitted in a low tone. "You're not breaking up with me, are you?"

I frowned in surprise, not really understanding why she would believe that after the way I acted with her only a few minutes ago, and finally shook my head.

"No! Liv, why would I..." I leaned a bit on the table and raised my eyebrows again, looking in her eyes. "It took me decades to admit to myself that I'm in love with you, I wouldn't ruin it now."

Her smile was half embarrassed and half grateful and I smiled back.

"I just..." I sighed and shook my head. "Remember the trip I told you about? In Asia?"

She frowned and shrugged, staring at me.

"Yea of course, it's all you could talk about for a while. Leave for Asia and travel with barely any money?" I nodded and she did the same. "What about it?"

"We're supposed to leave in a few weeks."

She frowned more and chuckled a bit, her lips curling.

"Yea, I remember that, too."

I pressed my lips together and looked down at my cup of coffee. Of course, I didn't want to be away from her but at the same time, I had planned this and was really excited to go. I would invite her but I didn't want to impose someone else in this trip. I had almost forgotten about it but then again, I forgot many things in the past 12 hours. I was also scared of what she would say. I knew how Olivia the best friend would react, but I had no idea what Olivia the girlfriend would do.

"And, you're okay with that?"

This time, she laughed and took a sip of her coffee. I loved the way her eyes moved up when she smiled sincerely. I loved her smile. I loved her eyes. I loved her.

"Of course, it's what, two months?"

"6 weeks." I rectified.

"6 weeks, good." she shrugged. "We'll have many weeks after that, and you'll keep in touch, right?"

"Every single day, I promise."

I slid my arm on the table and turned my palm up, making her smile more. She tilted her head and her fingertips brushed on my palm before I grabbed her hand, rubbing my thumb softly against her skin.

"Then I don't see a problem." she just expressed in a low tone, making me squeeze her fingers again.

We stayed like that for a while, just enjoying each other's company, and I tried to think about all the times I was separated from hers. The world tours were the worst and although I had seen her a few times during them, we were so busy and tired that I felt like I could barely enjoy the fact that she was around. Last tour was better but there was one thing that I knew, and it was that being away from her again and especially now would be fucking hard.

"I'm gonna miss you." I confessed in a very low tone, staring at our hands together.

"Me too, but you'll have fun. It's an amazing experience." she added, squeezing my fingers too. "And we can face time."

I nod slowly and we stay in silence again for a few minutes as thoughts start invading my mind. It was ridiculous to worry about it now and I was not the kind to be anxious, especially not about things like that.

"You know what?" I finally let out a bit louder, making her look up at me with an a funny smile. "How about I take you on a date? A proper one. Dinner, movie, coffee..."

This time, she burst into laughter and moved closer to me, leaning on the table. Her eyes seemed to sparkle and it made me smile, too.

"Dinner, movie, coffee?" she repeated with an other laugh. "We do that all the time!"

"Fine then!" I admitted, knowing I couldn't say the opposite. "Burgers, arcades and pub, how's that?"

She shook her head, her lips still curled up, and leaned back against her chair, staring at me. I wanted to be alone with her and bring her on a proper date, the way I did with the other girls I dated. She deserved it, she deserved even better, but she was right. We couldn't pretend we had just met or that we weren't used to spend time together because we were

"You're such a romantic guy, Niall James Horan!" she joked.

"Okay how about going to a museum first? I could kiss you in front of your fave Dali painting."

Her traits softened and her smile faltered slightly. She moved our hands and brought her other one on the table, around mine. I felt her cold fingers against mine and raised my eyebrows.

"That... actually sounds like a good idea." she let out gently and low as she played with my fingers again.

I slid my other arm on the table to grab her hands in mine tightly.

"It's a date then." I whispered, making her look up in my eyes. "Be ready at four. I have a few things to plan for my trip but i'll pick you up."

"You're gonna drive me home so I can get prepared?" she asked jokingly, making me chuckle and frown.

"Of course, i'm a gentleman!"

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I decided to dress casual for the date but I couldn't help but wonder the whole time I drove to her house if I shouldn't have put on something else. I didn't know why this date felt so important and special but I wanted it to be perfect. I parked in the street and rang her doorbell, opening the door quickly when she answered and running upstairs, skipping a few stairs on my way. When she opened her door, I sent her a smile, and my eyes moved down to look at what she was wearing. A simple pair of jeans and a t-shirt, just like me. I brought my eyes up to her face and sent her a bigger smile.

"You opted for the simple outfit, too?"

"Of course," she shrugged with a smirk. "Didn't want you to think you had a chance to bring me in your bed tonight."

I let out a laugh as she stepped out of her apartment and locked the door.

"No hope for you to sleep at my place then, is that it?"

She turned around and seemed slightly surprised when she realized how close we were. I looked down at her, letting my eyes roam on her face. Her lips curled very slowly and she finally licked them.

"No." she insisted, making me laugh again. "And no kiss after the date either."

"Yea?" I asked in a murmur, raising my eyebrows. "What about before the date, then?"

I took a step closer and she took a step back before I trapped her body between mine and the door. She didn't answer but slowly, I dipped my head down until my lips reached hers. Her yes closed suddenly and I kissed her, pressing my body against hers and slipping my tongue in her mouth. She didn't touch me but I brought one of my hands up, running my fingertips on her jaw, and smiled again when she whimpered in my mouth.

"Would you rather go back inside?" I asked in a whisper, smirking more. "We can spend the evening in your bed if you prefer."

I felt my whole body throb at that thought and brought my lips back on hers to kiss her even deeper this time. It was insane the effect she had on my body and I let my fingers run on her neck and down her side.

"Niall..." she let out in a mix of a whimper and a whisper.

"Yes petal?"

She brushed her lips against mine and I could swear I saw her quiver from a shiver crossing her back. Gently, I rubbed my nose against her and her eyes fluttered open.

"Don't even think about it."

I let out an other chuckle and took a small step back, reaching for her hand and intertwining our fingers before pulling her with me. I knew she enjoyed museums and I was also aware I was bringing her to one she had visited many times before. I paid for our tickets and when we walked inside, she handed me one of her earphones, making me frown.

"Do it. Classic music and visual arts just fit so well together, trust me."

I followed her around, just looking at pieces of art that I didn't understand and others that brought different feelings inside me that I couldn't seem to explain. I tried to let my eyes roam on the painting while my ears focused on music from Tchaikovsky or Chopin and when we entered an other room, she stopped in front of a painting and stared. I squeezed her fingers tighter and after a few seconds, she turned to me, making me smile.

"Morning Ossification of the Cypress." I just read out loud after moving my upper body closer to the painting. "What does that painting mean to you?"

She turned to look at it with a smile and finally looked back at me.

"That it doesn't matter how, where, and why you were born... you can still become anything you want to be."

I frowned slightly at her and looked back at the painting for a minute or two.

"You don't have to see what I see, you can interpret it the way you want to."

Once again, I turned back to her and something hit me suddenly. She looked gorgeous, standing there, surrounded by pieces of art... yet she was the most precious of them all, as stupid and cheesy as it seemed. I didn't tell her, I just looked at her and moved my head down again to kiss her. She let me, her lips moving avidly over mine, and I felt her hand grab gently the front of my shirt. Every time we kissed, it brought in me a sensation of comfort and excitement, like it was something new but also something I was used to, at the same time. Nothing had ever felt like that before.

"I don't get why you like him." I pointed out after we pulled away, making her raise her eyebrows. "Salvador Dali."

"I don't like everything he does but some of his paintings are... meaningful. No one had his brain, his imagination was... unique."

I loved the way she was talking about it. She was not trying to convince me or anything, she was just explaining how she felt, and it's always been something I liked about her. It was easy to discuss with her. I stared at her a few more seconds, just taking her beauty in before sighing.

"Hungry?"

"Starving!" she laughed, grabbing my fingers again and pulling me toward the exit. We laughed as we walked to the first fast food place we saw and quickly ate our burgers and fries, sitting on uncomfortable chairs and laughing at a few memories.

"Oh, remember that time you tried to shoot for a goal but you ended up just hitting Aiden in the balls!" I asked, my mouth full.

She groaned and rolled her eyes. I remembered she had a crush on him and had blown all the chances to date him she could have had.

"Remember when I caught you masturbating?" she said with a smirk, using iut as a pay back.

I smirked back and leaned my elbows on the table.

"Remember when I caught you masturbating?"

"Way too well." she mumbled, making laugh more,

I stopped after a while and looking down at my hand, nibbling on my bottom lip.

"You know, it was really hot." I confessed, intertwining my fingers and looking up at her. "You think you could do it again? I'd love to watch."

I saw her cheeks turn a soft shade of pink and it surprised me. She was not the kind to be embarrassed by anything sexual but just asking her if I could watch her masturbate was making her blush.

"I mean, only if you want to, you really don't have to-"

"Yes." she cut me quickly. "I can do that for you."

I raised my eyebrows in shock. It was not the answer I had expected, simply because of the talk about her body we had had before, but the thought of her touching herself right in front of me turned me on more than I thought it would. I wanted to watch her face and hear her moan. The image in my head was so exciting I squirmed on my seat and cleared my throat.

"I mean, if you come home with me tonight..."

"Let's start by this date, yea?" she just suggested quickly, getting up to throw what was left of our food away.

I helped her and we got back outside in the winter cold. It was already dark and it had snowed a lot, enough for the snowball fight I had in mind as soon as we'd get back to my house.

"How about a drink to warm us?" I proposed. "There's a pub not so far. I can teach you how to play pool."

She chuckled and rolled her eyes with a smile.

"I'll beat you."

"We'll see."

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Aw, thanks, @licieoic​ for the tag! You’re lucky I got to it before I completely forgot and it got lost in notifications... lol wow yeah oops.

1. do you make your bed? Never. My bedroom is upstairs, door closed, don’t see the point, don’t care. 2. what’s your favorite number? Why. 3. what’s your job? Copy editor/proofreader. 4. can you parallel park? Yep. 5. a job you had that would surprise people? I have my permit to operate overhead cranes such as

6. do you think aliens are real? Too much space for just us. Yes. 7. can you drive a manual car? Nope! 8. what’s your guilty pleasure? Real blueberry juice. It’s expensive. 9. tattoos? None...yet. 10. favorite color: Purple/shades of water is a winner, but I love very colourful things. 11. things people do that drive you crazy: Not believing me when I say stuff. Even worse when they ASK me the question and then proceed to ignore my answer or argue with me. 12. any phobias? Not that I know. 13. favorite childhood sport? Avoiding gym while attending gym. Swimming. 14. do you talk to yourself? Yes. Not a lot though. 15. what movies do you adore? Pirates of the Caribbean 123, Lost in Translation, Gladiator, Bourne trilogy, Finding Nemo... and I’m gonna facepalm cause I’m forgetting something. 16. do you like doing puzzles? I like it around xmas with my family. Super chill. 17. favorite kind of music? I like music that is music. Ambiance stuff, chill, dance, trance, pop, rock... not rap (the hell is that - a beat and too much text), and I really dislike the “me, my poem and my guitar” type of songs.  18. tea or coffee? Tea. Hot or cold. I did fall victim to David’s Tea marketing tactics and have tried a lot of teas, but in the end I like just a few classics (Earl Grey, green tea, maybe jasmine sometimes) and citrus flavours. 19. what was the first thing you remember you wanted to be when you grew up? Kindergarten like my mom. Nurse like my aunt. But mostly had no fucking clue - those were just answers for grown-ups. I didn’t know. I kind of still don’t know. I’m just doing what I know how to do and maybe one day I’ll find my actual calling. Who knows?

Tagging @legendary-destiel​ @dawnie1988​ @misha-moose-dean-burger-lover​ and anyone who feels like it! tag me I wanna see! :)

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author asks 1-30 GO!

WHEW OK STRAP IN BUCKO (I already answered 1&29 uwu)

2. When you’re writing a new story, what is the one thing you need to know before you can start?

This is gonna sound so like “duh bitch” but I always need to know AT LEAST how I want it to end. Or like the almost-end. Bc it’s like if you know where you want to go then you can figure out how to build up to that moment. 

They always say it’s not abt the destination, but the journey. But like in this case, you need to know the destination to figure out the journey oop--

3. How do you know when a scene is “done”?

This is gonna sound so vague but like... when I feel like it’s complete? Like when I think it’s served its purpose in the fic.

In theatre, every single scene has a purpose in building up to the climax & resolution, so I always try to make sure that each scene has served its purpose in moving the plot along/gives you something for a later plot point.

4. How do you know when a chapter is “done”?

Ummm... I try to end it at a good point. Honestly this is the hardest for me because I always want to end it at a good point but also where it feels like the equivalent of a half-cadence in music (it doesn’t feel complete).

That’s like my best explanation.

5. How do you know when a story is “done”?

I think my story is done when I’ve neatly wrapped up the plot to my liking while also leaving as little loose ends as possible.

This is a boring answer lmao but it’s really my best explanation.

6. Where do your titles come from?

Most of my titles come from songs that my fics remind me of. I try to make it be like ~poetic~ bc I can’t come up w titles from the pits of my brain but I can def try to find the perfect song lyric LOL

7. How do you feel about prologues?

I feel like it’s really useful for setting some background info that you want to reference but don’t actually want to explain in the main story LOL but it’s def not necessary

8. How do you feel about epilogues?

Another thing that I feel is def not necessary but sometimes you want a little “what happens next?”...as a treat

9. Do you tend to have an external narrator or use one of the characters?

I like the idea of using a limited POV, so I like to use one of the characters for narration. Bc in my opinion it’s a little much when you’re like spending so much time being ~omniscient~ but that’s just my opinion.

10. Does your narrator move from character to character? 

Ummm honestly it depends for me. Like for me it’s like...if the story calls for it in my heart. 

I usually like to keep it to one character unless I’m planning a more complex story that calls for a lot of different POVs!

11. What punctuation do you love too much?

Bruh... Commas, semicolons and this bitch (–) are my holy grail I feel like I’m the queen of run-on sentences.

12. What punctuation do you hate with a passion?

Okay I don’t HATE them but I really don’t like the overuse!!!!! of exclamation points!!!!!! I use them a lot when I’m just posting about stuff I’m really passionate about like that’s cute I just am not too crazy about that in like prose & creative writing. I wouldn’t say it’s a pet peeve, per se, but it’s just not my cup of tea :/

13. What grammar tends to cause problems when you’re writing?

Idek what this means but like I guess I struggle with writing verbs in the right POV bc, like I said, I'm the queen of run on sentences so I tend to lose focus on what’s the subject of the sentence.

14. What’s the one word you can never spell/use properly, no matter how hard you try?

I am actually illiterate so I always end up misspelling words ALL the time just bc like my brain will turn off. I used to use the word “futile” incorrectly all the time but once I like actually found out how to use it correctly, I’ve been pretty good :0

15. How do you write a really good metaphor?

Bro when I figure it out I will SHARE

I don’t have a strategy--sometimes I just write good ones and idek how it happened oof--

16. What is your best piece of advice for writing angst scenes?

If you are HURTING by the time you’re done with it, you did it right. When I write angst, I know it’s good if my heart hurts by the end of it LOL

17. What is your best piece of advice for writing hurt/comfort scenes?

Kinda the same as 16, like it hurts but in a better way. This will probably also be the same as my answer for 22, but if it just makes you soft, you’re doing well.

Soft & hurt is the combo you need for that.

18. What is your best piece of advice for writing comedy scenes?

I like to share these scenes with people (beta readers, friends, etc.) and see how they receive them. Even if they don’t laugh like SUPER HARD, I think it’s worth keeping if they make positive comments and they say stuff like “That’s a mood.” or “I related to that hard.” bc in my humble opinion that’s good enough for me.

I’m working on a Trashmouth comedy special series, and I literally just read the skits to my friends and see what lands and what doesn’t.

I just like to treat any comedy scene as a comedy skit. Just see what lands !

19. What is your best piece of advice for writing action scenes?

Oh man, I don’t do a lot of those, so I don’t really have much advice for that :( maybe in like a year I’ll have something for that lollll

20. What is your best piece of advice for writing smut scenes?

Now I’m no expert on doing the dirty, but I did read up on how to write like...good sex scenes....and a lot of the sources say to (in my own words) overload on thought and emotion. 

Like honestly I don’t read smut for the sex (I mean like.... I get hype when my ship gets nasty but that’s beside the point), I read it to see how someone comes undone for their lover and I think that’s IMPORTANT. Tbh anyone can write sex, but like I need that connection.

21. What is your best piece of advice for writing romance scenes?

Overload on that thought and emotion, dude. Make your heart THROB. I like to make this a matter of building tension and setting the release. Like no I will not be giving you that kiss yet bc that’s too easy. Build it up a little bit.

Talk about slow burn

22. What is your best piece of advice for writing fluff scenes?

If you read it and you feel like you might explode from how much these characters love each other, you are doing amazing, sweetie.

23. How do you balance your characters in an ensemble story?

I like to list out the primary, secondary, and side characters and figure out where they come in the story, what the relationships are, what purpose they serve the plot, stuff like that.

In a theatre standpoint (obviously), any character in a play has their own purpose and without even one of them, you can’t wrap that story up neatly. Like in Ancient Greek plays, even the smallest part played an integral part in moving the plot along.

24. How do you balance your characters when there are only a two or three in a story?

I like to think about what purpose each character serves in the story. I also like to think about whether this story revolves around one character, or if it delves into each character’s story and they kind of intertwine. Maybe they’re family or a team or roommates, or maybe they’re strangers whose lives are connected in some way if you wanna take that route.

I think when there are so little characters, you get more room to make them their own people. And you have that possibility of making it a collection of stories that come together without making it so confusing.

I think about that in, like, a theatre standpoint obviously.

25. How do you create an original character?

AAA I’ve never really made an OC but honestly I like to think it’s like making a sim LOL I’m so sorry to EVERYONE who’s ever made an OC.

I don’t even remember was my OC building process was like when I wrote original stories in, like, middle school.

26. How do you go about world building?

Oof ok I’ve been writing fanfic for as long as I can remember so that’s kinda cheating a little bit LOL it’s self explanatory.

But in the few original stories I’ve written (and honestly even when I write for some AUs), I base a lot of things on my own reality. So like people I know, places I like to go to, events that have taken place in my lifetime, they’re like the template, and depending on the nature of this world (realistic, fantasy, modern, futuristic, etc), that’s like how I’ll mold it to be part of that world.

27. Do you try to do most of your research ahead of writing (when research is necessary) or do you do it as things come up?

Honestly, I research things as they come up because things are always gonna come up. I’m constantly coming up with little things I can add into my fics, and I like to try all my ideas to see if they work with the story. I don’t want to scrap an idea just bc it’s not in my archive of research.

I also think when you get too wrapped up in technicalities, you lose focus of the actual story, so I like to jump in and do all my fact-checking as I go along!

28. How do you make sure your plot points are there while also making them blend in with the story?

This is something that I’m still figuring out because I’m just now getting back into writing longer fics, but I think as long as you make them fit in a way that they serve the plot or they play into one of your characters’ motives then it’s a good plot point!

30. How do you edit your stories?

This is gonna sound so extra, but I rewrite ALL OF IT from the beginning. When I do this, it really helps me figure out how to write thing in a more efficient and effective manner.

And I cannot stress this enough, beta readers are SO useful. You can do all of the proofreading you want, but someone who’s reading your writing will probably catch more spelling and grammar mistakes honestly. Also, they can give you insight on what might need more development, what might not make as much sense, and what really isn’t that necessary.

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(i love 86 /j) /j

spoilers: episodes 1-14 of 86

tw: if you’ve watched 86 you would know what’s in the show, I probably won’t go past talking about death but I won’t describe anything too in depth

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Watched this in the span of two days lol It felt easier to write everything down after watching the episodes so I did that instead of blabbing as I watched ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

none of my thoughts make sense I apologize in advance for the fact that I cannot shut up <3 it’s also not proofread don’t murder me-

Episode 1 : Undertaker

I was kinda hooked immediately. I found the show from some random insta post that I’m really hoping I wont realize is a spoiler by the time I get to the episode the clip was from,,, The whole concept was laid out pretty quick, from this episode and the next. Obviously more things came into play and more was cleared up through the episodes but the simple concept was still relayed pretty well off the bat. The whole genre of this anime is something I really vibe with. My favorite genre is action and I feel like it plays a little into that plus mechs are always something I kinda gravitate towards, Pacific Rim is one of my favorite movies.

Episode 2 : Spearhead

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ not much to say, again I’m not going back to rewatch them so I don’t even remember much important from this episode oops

Episode 3 : I Don’t Wanna Die

Oh how I love angst. If you know me even the slightest and know what media I like, you’ll know I’m the biggest sucker for angst. Preferably some with a little bit of fluff to combat all the sad shit. But no. Not today. I think one of the things I enjoy about this show is that I don’t feel like any of the female characters are these pretentious stereotypical ones. While yes I understand anime girls have a certain personality that’s either “ooo look I’m the tiny girl with a high pitched voice” or the “I’m fucking badass and ill punch a baby” OR the “I’m not like other girls I have a life outside of school” but I enjoy the ones that break those common barriers and manage to actual interests me. I’ve definitely noticed I’m usually more drawn to fictional men and then actual people wise I’m more drawn to women… bUT the girls in 86 are refreshing to see amongst all the anime girl stereotypes. My whole point of explaining that is to say, I actually liked Kaie, which surprises me. Just by looking at her I was like “Oh I’m gonna hate her.” But by the end of the second episode I was like “eh she’s not that bad, I actually quite like her character.” A foolish decision on my part. Twas very distraught that they killed her off right off the bat too… I liked what she brought to the group. But I did enjoy the mood it set, introducing us to the fact that everyone dying wasn’t just something they made up. I also enjoyed how sudden and quick her death was… I know that sounds weird but once again it set the mood, reminded the viewers that it’s not like those hopefully situations where they build up to the death of a character. Nope ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ a few seconds to get across what’s about to happen then bam she’s gone… That shit gets me so excited, I really enjoy when shoes make me feel a shit tons of emotions and the intenseness(?) of 86 for sure does that.

Episode 4 : Real Name

I’m reading the desc on fuckin wikipedia just so I can get a refresher for these first 10 episodes lol n e wayz theo that mf gremlin, I like how everyone pesters him abt what he said, and when Shin tells Lena that Theo doesn’t speak for the rest of them was sweet. Gorlie was doing her best we love her for that. I think I should also mention, Lena’s my favorite character (as of the 10 episodes I’ve watched). I love her personality, gives me shonen protag vibes minus the annoyingness. She’s so determined yet she’s not making the determinedness her whole personality, it just fits in with the way she handles things and how it connects to her relationships. She doesn’t falter when it’s inappropriate, she’s not overly stubborn, she’s not afraid to show her emotions and to stand up for herself. She’s ruthless I like it.

Episode 5 : I’m With You

Ngl the ghost voice thing kind of feels out of place for me, it doesn’t fit for some reason… I have a feeling it’ll have a bigger impact later but as of now I’m just like bro do we rlly need that in the story, you wouldn’t have to change much of the plot if they left it out. Dunno, just don’t like that part but eh, gives me more angst!!

Episode 6 : Through to the End

Ah this episode hurt. Up until this episode I rlly liked Daiya. I told myself don’t get attached he’s probably gonna die, smart move becuz I was able to move on like a few minutes after he died and just me like “ah man I wanted him to live” rather that sobbing like I did in a later episode,,, I don’t remember her name ngl but that one girl dying also hurt, idfk who she is or who her character even was before this episode ngl bUt the way she died was kinda oof. All of the deaths are very sudden and you don’t have much time to think about what’s happening which just adds to the effect it has.

Episode 7 : Will You Remember Me?

Ngl this is the moment when I realized there were many flashback moments and redoing scenes just from the different points of view of the squad and Lena lol I was confused what came first a lot of time. I wish we had a few more moments with Anju and Daiya, it would make me feel a bit more sympathetic about the whole thing but all we really got was them always talking about Daiya’s crush. If they were given a lil moment, Anju upset over his death would have such a bigger impact. I got used to everybody dying at this point actually,,, I did 100% sob when they had the whole lil firework montage of everyone who died, it was oddly pretty but also hella depressing. Also the suicide mission part definitely made sense and was something that was kinda obvious from the beginning. I understand why Lena wouldn’t have grasped that though, knowing her position. Kinda sucks, you know they just threw her in that position on purpose, just to play a part in the Republic’s scheme (all the different names for the places and people confuse I’m just gonna how to the republic was the right way to label that for now lol).

Episode 8 : Let’s Go

Convinced this was just a filler to prepare us for the nonsense of the next episode-

Episode 9 : Goodbye

Shit was the least fun of all the episodes I hated it I was banging my fists on the table. It was an ending I was not expecting, very much so confused me. The closure with the brother was raw, intriguing, weird, oddly sweet??? idk but it was a nice conclusion to that bit. Plus LENA GOING HAM SHE WAS SO ANGRY WE STAN RLLY SAID FUCK THE RULE I DO WHAT I WANT! We love her, at least I do. I’m gonna be completely honest, I did not understand that they were just leaving the borders of their region or whatever, I thought those mfs were like going to their death for some shit why tf was Lena sobbing so hard. Ikik it’s becuz she didn’t wanna lose contact with them but still the way she was crying I thought they was dead until I got to the next episode and I was immediately straight faced like “ok so I cried all those tears for nothing???”

Episode 10 : Thank You

Another filler scree I want Lena back what’s the queen up to. Until further notice Shuga is the one I shall be attached to from the spearhead gang until he either dies or until we get Lena back hmph. The happiness of this episode so far does scare me… I’m just waiting for them to be laughing and shit and then a bomb just explodes underneath them or something,,, The lil montage thing had me dead and not in the laughing way, SHIT WAS SAD :(((

Episode 11 : Here We Go

I like how Shin keeps butting in trying to protect the gang despite damn well knowing they will just proceed to go help him. Dude foolishly throws himself into a fight and doesn’t think about the effect, including his friends going after him. LENA GETS TO KEEP THE CAT THO that made me very happy, the letter was so sweet too

Episodes 12 : Welcome

ngl this is the point when I’m getting bored, go back to the action and angst and random ass surprised,,, I don’t have a lot to say,,, Lena’s a handler for a new group I believe, spearhead was rescued and have a new home. This is basically just a time skip episode to show what’s happened over the time. Seeing Lena still with the cat (who’s name I think is Teppy?) was very cute.

Episode 13 : It’s Too Late

Shit yea I got it spoiled from the insta post- They’re all having fun with their own lol lives tho it’s kinda cute, IK IT’LL BE RUINED EVENTUALLY THO :D Shuga’s so sweet I loaf he, man’s speaks his mind and doesn’t have any shame in explaining his boundaries. Also Theo’s taller than I thought- I don’t know his name, but the dude who took them all into his care, I think he’s very thoughtful, a little forceful, but I think he’s got the right idea. The little girl, Frederica, she doesn’t have the impact that I think they want her to have… idk she just feels like a b-plot that I’m not all too interested in. That aside, at first, I thought them going back to fight was strange. Why would you wanna go back to something you worked to hard to escape? I’m realizing though that it makes a little sense. They’re very used to having a lot to do. They have so many things to fight for I guess. They have to avenge their fallen comrades and as long as the Legion is still fighting, they‘ll always want to fight. I like that rather than just throwing them into a happy life and calling it a day.

Episode 14 : Glad to Be Here

FIDO MY BELOVED that damn robot it’s literally a puppy that was so cute. That’s the only takeaway from the episode thank you.

jk anyways yea there was the spoiler I got, Eugene be dead fr,,, aND RIGHT AFTER THE THING ABT HIS SISTER YALL R SO HARSH- That’s what I like about this show though, everything’s so sudden lol there’s no room for lighthearted moments because in two seconds someones prolly gonna die. I gotta say the fact that we didn’t get too much time to know Eugene was oddly nice, I didn’t have time to get attached to a character before they killed them off. Right, it still stung becuz damn kid just wants to live with his little sister and give her a good life but that’s not gonna work out anymore. Nonetheless, they didn’t waste time offing him as soon almost as soon as he showed up.

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Aight ngl bro I got bored asf as soon as the second half of the episodes started… I started getting distracted after episode 11 and they just didn’t hit the same. I tried to keep watching, got thru a few but I stopped at 16(?) and just haven’t gone back to finish it (to be fair I was trying to binge it in two days which I’m bad at doing these days-) BUT, MAYBE ILL FINISH IT AND UPDATE But for now here’s my blabbering abt 86 uwa

[henry-hart]

"The Spy and the Kid...Spy Kid?" - Chapter 2

Dedicated to: @sunbeameyes @youngbloodthekilljoy @ramune-ray @up-the-tube @kiwikwami @an-anxious-gay-mess @writing-excuses with the new addition of @chewbaccaagainstthoughts and @shonashee because you've been liking my other fics, and I want you to know that I see you and I appreciate you. *blows kisses to all of you*

Summary: Jasper's cousin, Elizabeth, is in town for spring break, but Henry suspects trouble when she arrives just as a new, unnamed villain begins terrorizing Swellview.

A/N: Okay, so in the last chapter I gave one of my villains a misnomer. Oops. It was supposed to be Donnie and Hyde not Donnie and Clyde. I apologize for that. It'll be correct from here on out maybe. I apparently can't proofread too well. I'm also having the hardest time pacing myself with this fic. Like, there's so much I have planned for this, and I just want to hit you guys with it all at one time. God, writing suspense is so hard when you already know what's going to happen. I don't think I have the patience for this. lol Also, this chapter is a lot more coherent than the last one; I knew where I wanted the story to go, but it wasn't until I started writing this chapter that things started to fall into place. Anyway, hope you enjoy this! Let me know what you think! xoxo (ps you aren't supposed to know everything about Liz "mission," so if you find yourself thinking "Wtf is she talking about? What's going on???"--that's intentional. You guys are supposed to be in the dark about it right now. It'll all make sense eventually. I promise.)

Here's ch. 1 in case you missed it!

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"We're home!" Jake Hart called out after he unlocked and opened the front door to his house.

Siren Hart shook their rain soaked umbrella out on the front porch and walked past her husband. "Kids?" She asked to the empty living room before her. She looked back to her husband, brows furrowed with worry at the absence of their children. The house was eerily silent.

Henry had texted his mother earlier in the day to ask if Jasper's cousin could stay at their house for spring break, and she had easily okayed it. She loved having guests over--especially ones Henry's age because he was more likely to spend time at the house that way. Henry had informed Mrs. Hart that he picked their guest up from the airport when he was done with work, so she had figured they'd all be waiting to greet her and her husband when they walked through the door. She was wrong.

The two of them had just gotten off of work themselves--they carpooled so that there was a car left at home for Henry to drive--and were shocked to find that their kids were nowhere to be seen. It's not like they were expecting to have a full dinner cooked and set out on the table, but a simple hello would be nice. 

"Henry! Piper!" Mrs. Hart tried once again, and this time Henry responded.

"Coming!" He called down from upstairs.

The Hart parents heard multiple sets of footsteps before they saw their son, their daughter, and a girl who looked to be Henry's age at the top of the stairs.

"Hey, mom," Henry greeted, making his way to her.

Siren smiled and lightly pinched Henry's cheek. "Hey sweetie," she looked up at the stranger following Piper down the stairs. She noticed that the girl's hair as well as Henry's was wet; she assumed they'd gotten stuck in the rain too.  "This must be Jasper's cousin."

Henry nodded and gestured in Liz' direction. "Mom, this is Elizabeth." He gestured from his mother and father's direction next, "Liz, this is my mom and dad."  

Liz extended a hand to Henry's parents. "It's nice to meet you both."

"Nice to meet you too, Elizabeth." Mr. Hart said.

"Call me Liz," she replied. "Elizabeth is for when I'm in trouble."

The Hart parents laughed. "Liz it is." Mrs. Hart concluded.

There was a beat of silence amongst the group. Mrs. Hart took note of Liz's dark brown hair and found it odd--in a funny sort of way--to see only one brunette in their family of blondes. She watched as the girl nervously tucked a loose brown lock behind her ear.

Liz rocked back on her heels, fidgeting with the ends of her hair. She didn't have much experience with parents. She wasn't sure what to say next, so she opted for something courteous to be safe. 

"Thank you for letting me stay here." She hesitated. "It means a lot to me to be able to see my cousin." She worried what the Harts thought of her intrusion into their house; a week was a long time--especially since they had only just met Liz. If she wasn't able to stay here, all her plans would be ruined, and she would fail her mission.

Siren made all of Liz's concerns disappear with the wave of a hand. "Of course it's okay. We're always happy to have Henry's friends over." She gestured to Liz. "Or the relatives of his friends."

Jake nodded from beside his wife. "The more the merrier." He jutted a chin in the direction of the stairs. "That's what a guest bedroom is for."

Liz smiled at the two adults, pleasantly surprised to meet such nice people. Henry and Piper had a good set up here. Great house. Great parents. Liz wasn't used to such a homey, welcoming environment. Though it was foreign to her, she liked it. She felt a small pang of guilt for lying to them.

"I'm sorry you caught us on a Thursday though, Elizabeth." Mrs. Hart apologized with a grimace. "It's our late day. Usually we're home about the same time the kids get off of school, and I have time to make a great dinner."

Liz shook her head. Now that she was confident that the Harts were hospitable, she could really work on making sure she appeared to be the perfect house guest. "There's no need to apologize. You've welcomed me into your home. I couldn't ask for anything else."

Mrs. Hart held a hand to her chest. She looked to Henry, her eyes gleaming. "We may have to keep her, Hen."

Henry smiled, but it didn't meet his eyes. Today had been incredibly taxing, and he was ready to just collapse into his bed, fall asleep, and kiss it all goodnight.

"Can we order pizza?" Piper asked then, already punching in the number for the closest pizza place.

"Sure, let me just get my phone." Her dad said, patting each of his pockets in search of his cell.

"Too late." Piper stated, her phone pressed to her ear. She held her hand out expectantly, "Credit card."

Her dad just looked at her. "I would feel better doing it myself."

"I don't care." She stuck her hand out further.

He reached into his back pocket for his wallet. "You could at least say please." He grumbled.

"Please." She said, her tone flat. Her dad gave her a quick glare and slapped his credit card into her hand.

While Piper ordered the pizza, Mr. and Mrs. Hart disappeared to their room to change into something dry and more comfortable, and Henry and Liz set the table. Liz had offered, thinking it would lend credibility to her cover if she made herself a help rather than a bother, and Henry had accepted, thinking she was just exhibiting proper manners.

"Did you talk to Jasper?" He asked, wanting to be a good host by starting some light conversation. He set a blue plate down in front of each chair at the table.

Liz nodded. "I did." She answered, following Henry by placing a cup next to each of the plates. "He tried to rush over here, but I told him that wasn't the best idea." Henry drew his brows together, so Liz elaborated. "I just figured your parents wouldn't want another guest over when they got home. I agreed to let him show me where you all work tomorrow instead."

She didn't tell Henry the full truth. Whether Henry's parents wanted another house guest or not wasn't the only thing that had prompted her to postpone seeing he cousin; her first concern was making sure she wouldn't have too many distractions. She was waiting on a call from her boss tonight for further instructions on her mission--one whose next step was intended to go down tonight--and it would be a lot harder to get that done if she had to worry about keeping Jasper at a distance. She already had her work cut out for her trying to think of a way to ditch the Harts. Jasper would just add on to that.

Liz took no pride in thinking of her cousin in such a way--or the Harts for that matter--but her job took precedence. She was given an important task, one that had to be fulfilled, and she couldn't let anyone--not even family--get in the way of that. She would make it up to Jasper later--she hoped.

"Cool," Henry responded. He thought it sweet of her to think of his parents over her own desire to see her cousin. She had made quite the sacrifice, and he appreciated it. "You'll get to meet Charlotte. She's awesome."

Liz nodded. "Jasper told me about her." She remembered the onslaught of messages her cousin sent when he found out she was coming into town. He had gone on and on about his two best friends, but Liz thought it was endearing (she was still a person with emotions, despite the strict demands of her job). She was also anxious to meet this Charlotte. Jasper said she was incredibly smart, and Liz always enjoyed meeting people of like mind--especially when they were also female. "He told me about both of you, actually." She set another cup down. "He thinks the world of you."

Henry smiled. "Yeah, Jasper's a good guy."

Liz didn't say anything back. Her guilt had accumulated with every mention of her cousin, and now she felt it weighing down on her conscious. She knew--as her boss had warned her--that this mission would be difficult. A lot was riding on her though; she couldn't let herself compromise all that she was sent here to do by worrying about family or friends, no matter how much it hurt. This was not a new realization; Liz knew what was at stake. She knew that she had to stay focused, but that did little to alleviate the heaviness growing in her heart.

Henry didn't notice that Liz had gone silent; he was too busy with his own internal conflict. Thinking of Jasper reminded him of their conversation on the phone earlier. He made a mental note to personally apologize to his friend. A lot had gone wrong for Henry today. He didn't want his friendship with one of his best friends to be among those things.

"Pizza's here!" Piper called out then from her seat by the bar.

"I got it." Henry said, snapping his attention back to present, and handed the last plate to Liz to put on the table. He grabbed a few ones out of his pocket and walked to the door where he met the delivery guy. He grabbed their pizza and thanked the man before handing him his tip. "Mom! Dad! Pizza's here!" Henry called as he made his way back to the kitchen.

His parents made their way down the stairs and joined Piper, Henry, and Liz at the table. Everyone grabbed a piece of pizza and found a chair. Liz sat next to Piper. Henry sat across from Liz, and his parents were each at an end of the table.

"So, Liz," Mrs. Hart started once everyone was situated and had begun to eat. Henry cast a pleading look her way--he knew this was the beginning of the attack of questions on Liz--but his mother didn't see it. "Where are you from?" She continued.

"Mom," Henry groaned. "Don't make her uncomfortable."

"I just asked where she's from." Mrs. Hart protested. "It's a harmless question. What, am I not supposed to get to know someone who's going to be spending a week at our house?"

Liz swallowed her bite of pizza and held a hand up to placate Henry. "It's okay, really. I don't mind answering questions." She gave him a reassuring nod and then turned to his mother. "I'm from California."

Piper perked up at this. She set her pizza down and twisted in Liz' direction. "California, you say?" Liz nodded. "Do you see a lot of famous people?" Piper's eyes were wide and bright with anticipation. Nothing exciting happened in Swellview. Now, California--that was a place where only exciting things happened.

Liz laughed at Piper's eagerness. "Not really. I'm not from the really cool places like LA or Malibu." She saw Piper's face fall a little, so she added. "I once saw Ryan Gosling at a Starbuck's though."

Piper gasped. Starbucks and Ryan Gosling? Piper was liking this girl more and more. Finally, Henry brought home someone she could get on board with.

"Do you visit Swellview often, you and your family?" Mr. Hart asked as he took a bite from his pepperoni pizza.

Liz froze for a beat at the mention of family, but she cleared her throat and put on a smile to cover for it. "I used to visit a lot when I was a kid, but I stopped coming after my parents died."

Cue the awkward silence, Henry thought.

The Harts stopped eating and looked around at each other, feeling uncomfortable and guilty for unknowingly bringing up such a sensitive topic. Henry gave his mom an accusatory look. He didn't know Liz' parents had died, but he did know something like this would inevitably happen.

Mr. Hart coughed once. "Liz, I didn't mean to--"

"No," she interrupted him gently. "It's fine. It happened a long time ago. I moved in with my other aunt and uncle, but they weren't the traveling type, so I stopped making trips to Swellview." Again, that wasn't the full truth; this was her cover story. Her parents did die, but the following events happened a little differently than she let on. "Now that I'm older, they're okay with me traveling alone, so I hopped a plane over here." She finished with a half smile.

In truth, she wasn't saddened at the mention of her parents. She was relatively young--four or five years old--when they died, so she spent more of her life without them rather than with them. Liz felt like she hardly knew her birth parents; she didn't have very many memories of them, and it's hard to miss people you don't know. Besides, her aunt and uncle--not Jasper's parents--took her in, raised her, and introduced her to the job she now had. It was an unconventional way to grow up, but at least she wasn't alone. She may not have had a family like the Harts with their warm house and dinners around the table, but she did have discipline and training and was given a sense of purpose.

Until she was exposed to Henry and the rest of the Harts, she really had no idea what she was missing. She knew only her job, and she was going to stick to what she knew best.

Henry looked at his parents. His dad was looking everywhere but at Liz, and his mom was looking only at Liz, her eyes wide and glossy with the start of tears. Piper was aimlessly playing with an olive that fell off of her pizza, trying not to look like she was avoiding the conversation. He knew he had to relieve the tension somehow.

"Yeah, and like an idiot, I left her in the rain." Henry said with a slight laugh. It worked; the attention of the room shifted to him.

"Henry, you didn't." His mom reproached, going along with Henry's obvious distraction.

Piper addressed her brother now as well, also happy for a change of subject. "Of course he did, mom. He's Henry."

Henry made like their teasing was bothering him, but it wasn't. He was happy to take their jesting if it meant that Liz wouldn't get anymore uncomfortable questions about her personal life. He knew she wasn't upset with any of them for bringing up a sensitive topic--they hadn't known any better after all--but that didn't mean he was going to throw her to the wolves. He did mean to give Jasper a piece of his mind for not mentioning the fact that Liz' parents had died.

"Don't tease him too harshly." His father interjected then, avoiding eye contact with their guest. He couldn't look at Liz; he felt too guilty for being the one to ask about her parents. "He's not the only forgetful one in the family."

Mrs. Hart narrowed her eyes at her husband from across the table. "That's right. He takes after you."

Piper, always willing to take the opportunity to ridicule a family member, leaned forward in her seat, readily engaging in the conversation. "Ooh, did Dad leave you in the rain like Henry left Liz?"

Henry dropped his chin into his hand and looked at Liz, his eyebrows raised. She shrugged, but Henry could tell by the slight tilt of her lips that she was amused rather than annoyed.

Liz found the whole interaction rather entertaining, really. She wasn't used to such behavior. She watched the Harts with all the interest of someone viewing a live performance.

"Yes, he left me in the rain." Mrs. Hart snapped. "When he did finally come pick me up, he drove through a huge puddle and splashed water all over me." She grabbed another piece of pizza, biting into the slice with a little more force than was necessary.

"I didn't do any of those things on purpose, and you know that." Mr. Hart defended, pointing his pizza at her.

Piper rolled her eyes. "You never do it on purpose, Dad. You're just the worst at remembering important things."

"Like your wife," Mrs. Hart retorted.

Mr. Hart sat up in his chair, and a lot of loud, goodhearted bickering started between the parents and their youngest child.

Henry again looked to Liz, gauging her reaction, and found her watching his family with wide, amazed eyes. Henry cocked his head to the side; he didn't see what was so fascinating about his family. This was a normal Thursday night at his house. In fact, Henry found it pretty boring.

He of course couldn't know that Liz, a girl with no real family of her own, had no concept of what normal families did on Thursday nights. This was alien to her. She allowed herself this moment, around the dinner table with the Hart family, to revel in what normalcy was like.

For a girl like Liz, normal was anything but boring.

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"Sorry about dinner," Henry apologized as he and Liz cleaned up the kitchen.

Liz didn't think it would look good on her part if she immediately disappeared after dinner, so she offered to help Henry with the dishes again. This way, she would be retiring to the guest bedroom at a later time thus making it believable that she was going to sleep. She wouldn't be, but she needed the family to believe that she was so she could trust they wouldn't come looking for her for any reason.

Henry wasn't one to refuse help, but he also thought it would serve as a chance to get to know the girl who would be staying at his house for the next week.

"Henry, really it's okay." Liz reiterated, grabbing a clean dish from him and drying it with a dish towel. "You don't know something until you ask."

Henry shrugged a shoulder as he washed another plate. "True." He gave a dry laugh. "Figures they'd make everyone uncomfortable two questions in."

Liz chuckled. "Yeah, your parents really struck out, didn't they?"

"They're surprisingly good at it, but I guess that's just how parents are." He shook his head and kept on washing.

Liz didn't point out that she really didn't know who parents were; she knew it wouldn't do any good. Henry was just speaking like any seventeen year old would, but Liz wasn't any seventeen year old. She knew he wouldn't understand someone like her.

"Is this how it goes down in your house every night?" She asked, stacking a clean, dry plate with the others. She could tell Henry was making small talk, but she wasn't against it. It made the time pass more enjoyably.

Henry laughed. "The arguing or the uncomfortable prying?"

Liz pursed her lips. "Both?"

Henry handed the last plate to her. He waited for her to dry it before reaching for her dish towel to dry his hands. "There's always arguing, but it's like that with any family. No one's ever trying to hurt anyone--except maybe Piper. She's pretty scary." He grabbed the stack of clean plates and put them away.

Liz watched him, her eyes thoughtful. "You know, you keep saying that, but she seems okay to me."

"Give her time." Henry scoffed. "A week is a lot of time for Piper to show her true colors."

Liz narrowed her eyes at him, trying to figure him out. She wasn't used to being around people her age, so it was going to take some time before she understood how normal teenagers worked. "So you don't like your sister, then?"

Henry jerked away from Liz suddenly. "What?"

"You keep warning me about her." Liz reasoned. She knew next to nothing about Henry, but this was twice in one day he had cautioned Liz about his little sister. It seemed only logical to assume he didn't like her.

"That's because I don't want you to get the wrong idea." Henry explained. He let out a shaky breath, dismayed that she had reached that conclusion. "I love my sister, but she's no ray of sunshine."

Liz thought about what she had seen of Piper so far, and she smiled. Piper reminded Liz of herself. "I like her. She's got spunk."

Henry raised his eyebrows, pleasantly surprised. "I don't think I've heard anyone say that before." His eyes searched Liz' face for any sign that she may be joking, but she seemed sincere.

She shrugged one shoulder. "Then maybe the problem isn't Piper. Maybe it's everyone else." Liz may have only known the little girl for not even a full day, but she knew what she saw in her. Piper was in a class all her own, but that wasn't a bad thing.

They finished in the kitchen and made their way upstairs together. Liz stopped when they reached the door to the guest bedroom. She chewed on her bottom lip, rocking on her heels. She wanted to be alone behind a closed door so she could make her call, but she didn't want to be rude to Henry. He seemed like a really sweet guy.

She decided her best bet would be to feign that she was going to sleep.

"I think I'm just gonna go lie down." She told Henry. "It's been a pretty eventful day."

"I hear that." Henry said with a heavy sigh. He looked up at Liz, a lazy smile forming on his lips. He noticed her hair was still a little wet from the rain. "Thanks for helping me clean up." He wanted to thank her for taking his mind off his stressful day at work, but he knew she wouldn't understand where his gratitude was coming from. There was no way a normal person like Liz could understand the struggles Henry faced with his "job."

She swatted a hand in the air between them. "Yeah, no problem. I just figured I should pull my own weight, you know. Help out."

"You do know that's not how being a guest works, right?" He teased. Really, he was thinking how lucky he'd gotten this time around with Liz; the last girl to stay at Henry's house had been a teeth-stealing criminal, but Liz was perfectly normal.

Liz tilted her head from side to side. "Maybe not but I don't care."

Henry's eyebrows pulled together, but the corners of his mouth quirked up in a smile, "Alright," he acknowledged with a slight chuckle. Liz reminded Henry of his little sister; they had the same toughness to them.

There was a moment of silence between them. Liz looked around the hall, nodding her head a little, not sure what to say. She pulled her lips into a tight line and looked back at Henry.

"So, goodnight, I guess." She said.

"Yeah, goodnight." Henry answered.

Again, there was an awkward silence. Liz pulled on the wet strands of her hair while Henry drummed his fingers against his leg. Neither was looking at the other.

Liz jabbed a thumb over her shoulder at the door. "I'm just gonna--"

"Okay, yeah, me too. I'll just--" Henry gestured towards his own door.

"Goodnight," Liz said again, her hand on the doorknob.

"Goodnight."

Liz nodded once and opened the bedroom door, disappearing into the room and closing the door behind her.

Henry figured he'd take a page out of her book, so he went into his room and flopped onto his bed, fully clothed, welcoming sleep with open arms.

However, on the other side of Henry's wall, Liz was not going to sleep.

After she shut the door, Liz immediately went to her suitcase, moving quickly so as not to waste anymore time. She wasn't running late, but she also couldn't afford any more distractions. She dumped her clothes on the bed and removed a false bottom from her suitcase revealing a hidden book bag. She pulled the small, black bag out, replaced the false bottom in the suitcase, and put her clothes back in. zipping the suitcase shut. She wasn't expecting anyone to come into the room, but she was never one to be sloppy; she always covered her tracks.

Now she had the bag she needed for work; her uniform and equipment were inside. She reached into the bag and took out a silver necklace with a circle pendant on it; if ever she were pressed for time and needed a quick change of clothes, she'd press the circle pendant which had the same holographic capabilities as her watch--or HCD as it was called (holographic computer device)--and a projection of clothes would cover whatever she was wearing. If she were in her civvies but needed to look like she was in uniform, one press and she had a holographic wardrobe change and vice versa. It obviously wouldn't work in every situation; if someone stood close enough they could tell she was covered in pixels and not actual clothing, but it had helped keep her cover numerous times. She almost always kept it on, but going through the airport security had been a hassle, and she had to take it off then.

Liz opened the black bag and pulled out the rest of its contents: her uniform complete with all her gear--black leather suit, shock absorbent combat boots that kept her footsteps incredibly quiet, and a utility belt complete with her other minor tech devices and virtually anything needed to escape a situation. Her HCD--along with the circle necklace--was also a part of her uniform, but she kept that on at all times. It was one of her most advanced pieces of technology--the other being her face mask, which she was already secretly wearing. 

Stored into a blue square the size of a tic-tac was her full mask. She had it fitted into a blue stud earring so she could always have it on her while also being inconspicuous--like her HCD turned watch and holographic projector turned necklace. A slight press of her index finger to the piece of jewelry released the mask, and it would spread across her face in a second, completely covering her features.

The technology behind it was much like a teleportation device. When the mask was on, she’d press the button, and the particles it was comprised of would rearrange themselves down into a form small enough to fit inside a square container the size of an earring jewel. When she pressed her finger to the sensor on the outside of the jewel once more, the particles again regained their original form--her face mask. Coding set into the device instructed the two altercations so that the particles did exactly as Liz needed them to and didn’t either take on a form of their own or completely dissipate. It was specially designed with her fingerprint embedded into that same internal coding, so it worked for her only. To anyone else, it was normal earring. It was also capable of slipping past airport security undetected, so she had had it on the entire time. The device was flawless, and Liz should know. 

She created it. 

She quickly changed out of Henry's hoodie and her own clothes and tennis shoes and slipped into the familiar black leather and black combat boots.

It was almost as if she had shed who she was right along with her civvies; once in uniform; Liz felt like a completely different person. It was this way every time she put the dark material on. She lived a different life at work. She was a different person. The moment she pressed her little blue earring and her face mask was on, she was no longer Liz. She became what her job needed her to be. She became Mysteria--the girl clothed in black (Mysteria was her work persona--what she went by. When in uniform, she was unrecognizable, a mystery, hence the name.)

But she kept her face mask off for now; she had to report to her boss, and she liked to have those meetings face to face. She twisted the earring to make sure it was secure in her ear and looked around the empty room. The walls seemed soundproof enough, but Liz wasn't satisfied. She would have to get out of the house to make her call. She didn't think anyone would be listening in, but she wasn't going to take that chance.

She looked back at the closed door but that wouldn't work; someone was sure to see her if she crept back down the stairs and out the front door. Her only other option was the window. She contemplated using the thin but incredibly strong line she had stored in her belt to scale the side of the house, but a quick look through the glass proved that wouldn't be necessary. A large tree grew alongside the house and conveniently so for Liz to use to sneak out.

She opened the window, carefully climbed through, and closed it behind her. Once the window was securely shut, Liz deftly climbed down the tall tree. It was no more than two minutes later that her black boots were touching the damp grass of the Hart's front yard. She didn't bother checking to see if anyone had noticed her; she hadn't made any sound at all.

She moved to stand behind the wide tree and out of sight of the windows; the blue light of the hologram projection from her HCD was sure to catch someone's attention in the dark night.

She held her left forearm out parallel to her chest. The clock read nine-thirty p.m.; she was on time. She pressed the top most button. Thirty seconds later, blue light shot out from her watch, thousands of small pixels joining together to create a life-size shape of her boss in his familiar black suit.

"Sir," She addressed him, her right hand held on her forehead in a salute.

Her boss nodded once. "Agent." This was how he addressed her when she was on the clock. "I presume you're alone?" He wanted to know if she'd successfully gotten away from the Harts.

"Yes, sir," She confirmed. "I am no longer in the presence of my host family."

Her boss made no expression which was his only expression besides anger. "Then you are ready for the next phase to begin."

Liz felt her stomach stir anxiously. This was an important mission, and being chosen to carry it out was an incredible honor to her. She was going to make sure everything went perfectly. She would earn the respect and esteem she deserved.

Liz took a deep, steadying breath. "I'm ready." She affirmed.

"Location��is being sent to your HCD now." Her said, still wearing his blank expression.

She pressed another button on her HCD and a small, square map of Swellview appeared next to her boss' projection. A blue dot highlighted a building in town. Liz zoomed in on the map to see the name.

"Schneider's bakery," She read.

Her boss nodded. "There's a shipment coming in to that bakery that contains our mystery ingredient. You are to be there to oversee that the truck containing ingredient X delivers according to schedule and is taken to the designated rendezvous point in the hands of the correct players. If you locate the two superheroes, do not engage with them unless absolutely necessary." He gave her a stern look, reinforcing the importance of these instructions. "Their time will come, but for now you must keep them from derailing all that we have accomplished so far. Understand?"

Liz nodded firmly. "I understand." She moved her right hand up for another salute. "Mysteria, out."

Her boss' hologram folded up and disappeared back into her HCD. She kept the map projection, studying the location, committing it to memory. She heard a faint beeping and looked at her left wrist; a countdown clock appeared on the screen of her HCD ticking away to the time of the shipment's arrival. Liz had forty-five minutes to get into town, find the other players--as her boss had called them--and be there when the truck pulled up to the bakery. She closed the map.

"Looks like I'm running." She muttered knowing it was going to take her a good while to arrive at the bakery. She couldn't waste any time, but she had no other mode of transportation besides her own two feet (in California, she had any vehicle imaginable at her disposal, but here in Swellview she was out of luck). It wouldn't be so bad; Liz liked to keep in shape. With her grueling job, she had to.

She started into a fast, easy sprint, disappearing quickly and silently into the night. 

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Henry was on the verge of falling into unconsciousness when he heard someone knock on his door.

"Ugh," he groaned, angry that someone had kept him from falling asleep. "Who is it?" He didn't open his eyes, remaining optimistic that there was still a chance he could fall asleep.

"Henry, honey," his mom called through his closed door. "Will you take these extra blankets to Liz please?"

Sleep would have to wait after all.

Henry managed to pull himself out of bed, but it was no easy feat. His fatigue made him feel as though his body was made of lead. Even swinging a leg over the side of the bed so he could stand up took maximum effort. He missed the feeling of his pillow as soon as he was upright.

Henry walked to his door with heavy, reluctant footsteps. He didn't smile when he opened the door and found his mom really was there and he wasn't dreaming after all. He took the blankets from her with a frown. "It's like seventy-five degrees out, Mom. Why would she need extra blankets?" He complained.

His mom frowned too. "I'm trying to be a good hostess." She looked away from Henry. "And I don't want her to hate us."

Henry rolled his eyes. "She doesn't hate you." He pushed past her and into the hall. He stopped to look at her as something occurred to him. "Is that why you're sending me to do this?"

"You're her age. She's more likely to trust you." She reasoned with an apologetic smile.

Henry dropped his face into the blankets he was holding. "Mom," he whined through the fabric. "I could've been sleeping right now."

"You can go right to sleep as soon as you give her those extra blankets. I promise." Mrs. Hart assured him. She ushered him forward with her hands.

"I'm going. I'm going." He mumbled, still dragging his feet as he walked. He felt more exhausted than ever. He looked back at his mom one more time, but she had disappeared. Henry shook his head and reached a hand out to knock on the door. "Hey, Liz, my mom wanted me to give you these extra blankets." He spat the last two words out, focusing his annoyance at being forced out of bed at the two cloth items.

Henry didn't receive a response from the other side of the door. He knocked again.

"Liz?" He moved an ear closer to the door. "You awake?"

Still no response.

Maybe she was a heavy sleeper. Lucky. 

Henry bent down to put the blankets on the floor outside of the room, but he felt guilty. What if she really did need extra blankets? He knocked one more time, but this time, when he didn't get a response, he opened the door the slightest bit.

"Liz?" He called into the room, thinking that if she were asleep, his voice would wake her up. Again, there was nothing, so he proceeded into the room, this time a little worried.

The sun had set hours ago, so the room was too dark for Henry to see anything. He flicked the light switch on, averting his eyes when light flooded the room. He gave the room a quick once over, but there was no sign of Liz. There was no sign that Liz had even come into the room; her suitcase and duffel bag remained unopened on the made bed. Nothing was out of place. Nothing had even been moved.

Where was Liz?

Henry was really worried now. Where could she have gone? How did she leave? Someone would've seen her had she left out the front door. Henry looked to the window--more importantly, to the tree outside the window. Did she climb down the tree? Henry thought this was most likely considering he used the same tree to sneak out when Ray called him late at night. 

So Liz snuck out the window. Why? 

Henry was about to walk out of the room to tell his parents, but then his watch beeped, signaling Ray was calling him. He set the extra blankets on the bed next to the suitcase and shut the bedroom door. He flipped open his watch once he was sure no one would see or hear him. A three inch tall projection of Ray appeared.

"What's up, Ray?" Henry asked, expecting this to be a friendly call.

"Kid," Ray spoke in a grave voice. "I need you."

Henry's stomach dropped. "What's wrong?"

It was hard to tell Ray's expressions when he was a small hologram, but Henry could tell by Ray's tense body language that it was serious. "The Captain Man hotline got a hit on Donnie and Hyde."

Henry's eyes widened. "Again?" He couldn't believe it. When they said they'd see Captain Man and Kid Danger soon, Henry didn't think soon meant later that same day.

Ray nodded. "Yeah, but they aren't in the park this time." Ray's voice was tight. He was incredibly anxious; he'd been kicking himself all night for letting them get away, but now he had a chance to make it right. "Apparently they're trying to rob a bakery."

Maybe it was Henry's extreme exhaustion, but he could've sworn he just heard Ray say two thieves were going to rob a place known for having great pies and other pastries.

Henry closed his eyes and massaged one of his temples. "Did you just say a bakery?"

"Schneider's bakery, to be exact."

The name was familiar to Henry. He looked up at Ray hovering above his watch. "Schneider's bakery--why do I know that name?"

"Because that's where Drex trapped me and threw you into cake batter." Ray cringed at the memory.

"Ah, how could I forget." Henry sneered. He wasn't overly fond of that bakery; a video went viral of Drex humiliating Henry in the very establishment. "What do Donnie and Hyde need with pie?"

Ray shook his head. "I don't know, but they're not getting away this time. I'll be there to pick you up in ten minutes."

Henry looked away from the mini Ray and back to Liz's suitcase. He was still incredibly worried about her, but what was he supposed to do? He was needed as Kid Danger. How was he supposed to decide what should take precedence?

Henry wasn't prepared to deal with stress like this again. Not after earlier. He wasn't sure he could take it.

"How do we know they aren't just yanking us around again?" Henry questioned. His tone was sharp, but he refused to play into another one of Donnie and Hyde's games--not when Liz was missing and he was this tired. 

"The cops called this one in, kid, and we've got video surveillance of them breaking in to the bakery." Ray responded. "Just get down here. I'll fill you in as we go."

Henry felt his shoulders sag; the choice he was having to make seemed to physically weighing down on him. He didn't want Donnie and Hyde to get away again--he was still sore from the punch he took to the face--but he couldn't just ignore the fact that there was a whole person missing from his house. He pinched the bridge of his nose and kept his fingers there as he spoke to Ray.

"I can't." He huffed with a heavy sigh.

Ray's hologram stared silently at Henry for a second. "What?" He spoke finally.

"I can't go with you, Ray. We've got someone staying at our house, and she's missing. I don't know where she is, but I can't find her and help you at the same time." He took his fingers away from his nose and instead rubbed his tired eyes. "I'm sorry, man. I can't."

"I don't understand. Are you telling me you don't want to go stop criminals from committing crimes?" Ray hissed. "What did I hire you for?"

"Ray, come on, you know that's not--"

"No, really, why did I hire you if you were just gonna decide that some girl is more important than doing your job?" He bellowed. He couldn't believe what he was hearing; again his sidekick was willing to jeopardize a mission over a girl he had the hots for.

"We're talking about a bakery, man." Henry snapped, fed up with arguing and with criminals giving him problems and the whole day in general. He just wanted to sleep. "What're they gonna steal, Ray? Hmm? Cakes? Muffins? It's freaking nine-thirty at night. The store is closed. It's not like there's gonna be any hostages. I have school tomorrow, for crying out loud." He realized he was close to yelling, so he took a deep breath. A sardonic laugh escaped his lips at the idea of school; with everything else going on in his life right now, the fact that he had to go to school  tomorrow was the craziest.  "Look, I hate Donnie and Hyde just as much as you do." Ray scoffed, but Henry ignored it. "It's just--I'm dealing with a missing person here, and that's more important to me than a bakery getting robbed. I'm sorry." It wasn't fair that he was being made to split his ethics, but if a choice had to be made, he cared more about Liz' disappearance; she could be in trouble.

"Henry, I need you." Ray pleaded. He paused for a second. "I won't let those two get away a second time."

"I don't want them to get away either."

"Then help me!" Ray's voice was getting louder the more aggravated he became, and Henry was worried his family would hear. "This is bigger than us, kid. Something is happening, and I'm tired of being in the dark."

Henry looked at Ray's hologram for a moment, considering his words. Ray was right; this was important. Henry wasn't denying that. He was just weighing its importance against finding a runaway girl he was sort of responsible for.

"Can we look for Liz and stop Donnie and Hyde at the same time?" He asked.

Ray knitted his eyebrows together. "Who's Liz?"

"My missing house guest, Ray. Can we look for her too?" Henry stressed, not liking that more time was passing with her still gone.

Ray waved a hand. "Yeah, sure, whatever, just get--"

"Down here, I know." Henry grumbled. "I'll see you in five." He flipped his watch shut and closed his eyes tightly.

He didn't want to go to Schneider's Bakery. If he was being completely honest, he didn't even really want to go looking for Liz. All Henry wanted was to go to sleep. He just needed to close his eyes and sleep and never see this day ever again. He didn't think that was asking too much considering what he's been through in the last 24 hours.

But apparently it was because now he had two more things to do before he could see the dawn of a new day.

He opened his eyes back up. He hadn't changed out of his clothes from today, so he still had his emergency bubble gum in his pocket. He shook off as much of his drowsiness as he could manage, and snuck out of the guest bedroom window just as Liz had.

He dropped down from the tree and onto the grass, taking off jogging a few houses down where Ray usually picked him up on the nights he had to sneak away.

As he ran, his tired legs screaming for him to stop and take a long rest, one thought cycled through Henry's mind.

He was so dreading going to school tomorrow.

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A/N Part 2: Woah. This is so long, And I didn't even include everything I wanted to. Sheesh. At least we get a sort of cliffhanger? Maybe? It's crazy though because the first two chapters (and now the third considering how this one ended) all happen in the span of one day. Poor Henry. Boy just needs to SLEEP. Sorry if this chapter seemed boring. Not much happened action wise, but I needed a chapter to really delve into who Liz is--but no too much bc I'm keeping her surrounded in mystery and intrigue. So I guess it's more about what Liz' mindset is. I don't know. She's my character, so I gotta take the time to develop her. I just needed a little insight into how she thinks and where she comes from and to start building relationships. I promise, we will see Jasper and Charlotte next chapter. Liz still needs to reunite with her cousin and then meet her future bff. :)))) Any who, tell me what you thought! Who are CM and KD going to face? What do Donnie and Hyde have to do with it? What's this "big plan?" Who's their boss? How does Liz tie into this? Is she the good guy girl? Bad guy girl? What will happen when Liz and Henry Kid Danger arrive at the same place????? (this is me thinking I'm good at creating suspense but I'm probably not) Hope you enjoyed! Tune in to the next chapter! Things are gonna kick off from there--we're gonna get our first real taste of Henry's doubt towards Liz and her intentions. Yay for plot progression! xoxoxo

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Yaaay!! Thank you Soraya's inbox, sorry i blamed you on eating the last ask😂😘. You did great. Nono, he wasnt a torero, he looked like a prince. (Which is not better bcs i dont like any of those  figures but... whatever). Ooh, talking about suits, did you see the ranking hsfashionarchive did of the suits he wore this tour? Bcn was winning, pink suit was second and Mdd was third!! (1)

[I hope this works 😜🙏🏻, bc this was TOO long, jajajaa.]

Ohhh. Your mom is the best. So supportive! Petition to give her that award. She is clearly the winner. (1D clinex? capitalism in its pure state 😂. Did they really made those? Glad i didnt find it on time bcs i would have definitely brought them as a joke to my sister or something). You are already playing Niall’s songs to her? Did she like them? Does she have anything similar to “pikachu get away” she had for SOTT?. (2)

JAJAJAJJA. Netflix always does that to me too. Dont know why. I started watching Black mirror backwards bcs of that. Did you understand anything of chapter 7 os ST? (Did you finish the show??). Yep. The 8th season is the last one, and i dont know hoe to feel about it. Dissapointed by the shows? As in with the ending?? Or how? (3)

You sound like a devoted cat lady, yes. Ooow, i have little cousins too, though they are reaching the age of “too cool to be seen with you, old girl” Of course they make me laugh. Honey is a menace and i appreciate it. JAJAJAJAJAJAJA. He ate the chorizo?? Honeeey!! 😂😂😂 that made me laugh at loud int the train and now my neighbour is looking at me weirdly. I see, you’ll never get bored with him. (4)

When i was younger and + close minded, i didnt like tattos. Considere also that the ones I had saw in real life were the tribal ones, so there’s tgat. But then i grew up and started liking them (you can partially blame larry for that). Nobody in my family (cousins and so) has one, and thats kind of a encouragement, I’d love to piss them, but my dad has threaten me to disinherit me (we dont heven have that, lol) and i dont have any tatto on mind, so i wont do it… maybe in the future, yes. (5)

I MISS LOUIS TOO! I hope he is fine. Resting and so. Im sure that creating the album that will destroy us all takes a lot of effort. (Seriously, where is heeeee?). Heeey!! I wont get bored. Or mad! I have such a great time talking to you. If i dont talk more its bcs of the character limit and bcs im always worried about pressuring or imposing. Dont be dumb. If i dont answer its bcs im busy with finals and so. Nothing more. Promise. (6)

THANK YOU FOR UNDERSTANDING. i know i know. It makes sense and its a smart move, but… i cant stand raeggeton/latino, its not for me. Sad. I havent lost hope though. Maybe ill change my mind later Yeah, i have the same problem with my friends, they only listen to trap and raeggeton and i die everytime. We mostly agree to put something neutral like pop or the radio. (Disney songs never get old😂). (7)

Ay. I just saw that i wrote “heven” instead of “even” and now i want to delete myself. I was walking while writing the asks and i didnt proofread it. I feel so dumb. Anyway, sorry for sending so many asks (today i made a record xd) and, as always, good night!!————————————————————————-Hi!!!! Yes! I saw the ranking. But it isn’t exactly a ranking. It’s more to like chose wants your favorite suit. I did it and guess what? My first choice in the Madrid one, jajajaa. Second the kilt. And third the jumpsuit. Very accurate.

Oh, you’re telling me! My family bought me a bunch of 1D merch (unofficial all): the clinex, a hair brush, a bracelet, 2 books!, one perfume (this I love it, it smells so good), a make up box… I can’t even remember everything. Ah! A birthday card too!! Where they talk when you open it. I always use to wish happy birthday to people (the audio) 🤣🤣🤣🤣. I had to tell them to please stop wasting money on those things. I don’t even know where I have it. And if a can ask, I’d rather they give me the money so I can go to their concerts,jajajaja.EDIT: I can’t believe I forgot the poster!! I have it beside my head right now,jajaja, and I only realized it was there when I looked at the boys to ask for inspiration,😅😅)

Oh, my mom loves Niall’s album too. But I don’t think she “knows” any of the lyrics,jajaja. Though, she knows the hmmmm in This Town. But that’s all. She and my sister, both separately were like: “oh! who’s him??” When they heard Fire Away. And I was like: “ehhhhh, it’s Niall’s album, so guess who’s it?? What, you like it? See, Harry’s not the only one who can sing…” jajajajja. It’s because of comments like this, that they think I don’t like Harry. And I get so offended when they hint at it! Like, of course I like Harry. But I like all of them too!! God!! I love Niall’s album so much (I’m hearing it right now, bc I couldn’t remember what song was the one they liked it so much, and now I can’t stop 😅). Harry’s and Niall’s albums have been lining in my car since they were released. I had Harry’s playing in a loop till I got Niall’s one and I interchanged them. Then Harry’s came back a month or so before his concert. And now it’s time for Niall’s again. (You can’t imagine how hard it’s being writing this with honey laying on my arm!! Jajaja, I can’t barely move my fingers😅).

AND WHAT DID YOU DO WHEN YOU REALIZED YOU WERE WATCHING BLACK MIRROS BACKWARDS??? I’ve watched canter 1 and 2 of ST afterwards, but I hadn’t gotten to watch the whole thing yet. I can’t stand to be looking at a screen for 50minutes without doing anything. And don’t get me wrong, lol, I can be on tumblr for hours, jajaja, but a have to move my hand, and I can go from a blog to another… y'know, jajajajaja. And when I watched chapter 7 of ST i was like, okay… now they have to investigate what happened… or a guessed they would be doing flashbacks… jajajajajaja. Then I realized my mistake and thought I was stupid, 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣“I see you from a different point of view🎶🎶” ( sorry, that’s me singing,jajajaja, Seeing Blind. I LOVE that song)And shows have disappointed me in the sense that they turn out to have an awful ending (seriously, I know you do it for the audience, but end a show how it deserves it, don’t turn it into shit just for a handful of money); or bc they just end it bc they don’t have enough audience. It’s always a matter of audience,jajaja.if they have a lot, they want to explode it. And if they don’t have enough they finish it ASAP. 😒

Honey is a menace, yeh, I couldn’t love him more,jajajaja. He can’t see me petting Liam, he gets jealous and comes to me and headbutt my hand so I pet him too. And Liam is so patient with him. They’re totally like liam and Louis, jajja. Hey! did I tell you the story about when I got Liam? no!! Well, someone gave my dad 4 kitties (they were sooooo small). So, guess their names (it was post March 25, 2015…) yes!! They were named (by me) Louis, Niall, Harry and Liam, jajajajajja. But Harry died a couple of days later, because he was really really young. He couldn’t survive without his mom ☹️. And the other three, my dad took them to a place we have were he has a little garden (?) with vegetables and chickens and proper farm-y, jejeje. I wasn’t too (any) into cats back then, so… Then he brought home one of them, to have our home free of mice. AND IT WAS LIAM!! And I adopted him. I took care of him. We started loving each other. And he became useless with mice, jajaja. He’s totally domesticated now 😝. And that’s his story. The rest? Louis became a big alpha male at their new home. But s car ran him over last summer, and he died 😔. And Niall is a female, jajajajaa. And I hate her. Because she hasn’t been able to keep her kitties alive once!! (She’s pregame again, and we’re praying this time she knows who to be a mom🙏🏻) Ah!! And Honey had siblings the other day!! The guy who gave it to my dad is my brother’s friend and he show him a pic. There are two white cats!! I WANT THEM!!! But they don’t let me have anymore cats! Jajajajaja.

Hey, we might have in common the reason why we started liking tats, jajajjajaa. And, well, to piss off the family is as good a reason as any other,jajajaja. And why are dads like that?? When my sister and I got our lips pierced he went to pick up at the train station and as soon as he saw us he turned around and walked to the car without saying a word,jajajajja. I HAD TOLMY PARENTS WE WOULD BE DOING IT!! I asked my mom:hey mom, if a get a 10 in maths, can I get a piercing?? And she say okay. So I got a 10 (I might cheated or not on this, bc I already knew I had a 10, but wel…), and I got a piercing.my sister only got it, bc I was 16, she had to go with me as an adult, and giving she was already there, she got one too,jajajaja. (My granny almost kill us 😅)

Oh, louis has a BIG responsibility on his hands. He will be killing a lot of people when he puts out his album. He has to chose the proper songs to do it. It will be considered a massive destruction weapon, so he better be careful. But god, for real, when will Louis and Liam release their albums. At this pace, Harry and Niall will be releasing their second one before LiLo has finished their respective tours. And when they finish, Narry will have release their second one, and will be promoting them. So Lilo will start working in their seconds one. And… and… AND ONE DIRECTION WON’T COME BACK EVER BECAUSE THEY CAN FIX A DATE WHERE ALL OF THE BOYS HAVE NOTHING TO DO, AND WHAT WILL I DO??? 😭😭😭😭😭 (sorry, I panicked a bit there,oops).

Uggggg, I can’t stand raeggeton either. I can’t stand the music, argggg. Or the culture of it (the how it treats women, and glorifies sex). I can’t I can’t.and you can’t go out without hearing it. My friends and I went on road trip once. And it was my friend’s car. And she only listens to raeggeton. And after 10, 15, 40? minutes I had to ask her “will this song ever end???” And she told me it was already a different one. And I swear I almost jump out of the car,jajajajaja. We were crossing a bridge, and I wanted to jump out of the car!!!!! I couldn’t listen to that any more!!!!!  Ejkbvwirbfeuirnfrvoieefvnv The she caved and we switched to movie’s soundtracks,jajajaja.

Ha! Don’t worry about sending a lot of ask, I learn something, you’ll see,jajajajaa.Also, I forgot to ask early. Is your sister a 1d fan too, then? She goes to concerts and knows the song… how lucky! you have someone to talk about all the gossip!! (And they know what you’re talking about…) or is she a “casual” fan, and doesn’t get into fandom drama? She just likes the music and doesn’t care about their lives?are you both into drama?? God, I don’t discuss drama very much online, but if had someone face to face to talk about it… I would be the happiest person in the world,jajajajaa (what an exaggeration 🙊).

I think this is all. I LOVE ORPUR CONVERSATIONS!! Jajajaja( I hope I did it correctly and all this is under read more, jajaja)Byeeeeee!!!! 😚😚😚😚