#i know i said that before but cmon have i not emphasized it enough

[mrscoriolanus-snow]

~Snowboy~

"Film me. Naked. jumping into the snow. It's for instagram" He says step by step as he is removing his clothes. You look at him absolutely horrified. Naked?!?! BUTT Naked?!

Your boyfriend left you completely speechless. He wanted you to do WHAT?!

Tom Blyth x Fem!reader

Now you always knew your boyfriend was a comedic queen, but nothing prepared you for what he was going to ask you to record. "You want me to record you doing WHAT?!" You stare at him for a moment, wondering if you heard your blue eyed beauty properly

"Film me. Naked. jumping into the snow. It's for instagram" He says step by step as he is removing his clothes. You look at him absolutely horrified. Naked?!?! BUTT Naked?!

"Tom- you can NOT and I emphasize on the word NOT- go out there naked on camera!! One it is absolutely FREEZING- two YOU CAN NOT POST A BUTT NAKED VIDEO OF YOU ON INSTAGRAM!!" The internal panic now becoming external as he laughs at you

Tom's hands come up to cup your cheeks, as if to calm you "baby ill be in my boxers- and my hat! you think i am foolish enough to post a completely naked video of myself??" he asks very straight forward. "Maybe a little! If you deemed yourself covered enough..." Your words leave your mouth, as you laugh. He hands you his phone. with the camera already open

"justttt take the video princess!" Tom puts on some music and grabs a bottle of wine. You tape your boyfriend, wondering what the actual hell has gotten into him in this very moment.

He opens the door to your lovely, and cozy home, and drops down into the snow backwards. The obvious discomfort of the cold, hitting him quickly. Every bone in your body is using its means to not crack up at him.

When he gets up, and comes inside you end the video and you stand there, unable to breathe nor think. The laugh you are having is like no other. If anyone said to you that your boyfriend would strip and dance in the snow, you would have looked at them like they were crazy, but as of now, you learn that anything you hear could be believed.

He shakes the snow off of him, and you go help him "I think you need some serious help my love. That was the oddest thing I think you have ever done-" You let out a quiet giggle and notice him shivering "Cmon, you should get a warm bath. I don't need you getting sick on me"

"sounds heavenly-...." He mumbles and rushes up to the bathroom within your room. You walk in and gasp, a hand flying over you eyes "Warn me next time!"

"What- never seen a man before?" He removes your hand and smirks

"I have- but now that i've seen MY man, I don't wanna stop looking." You peel your eyes away, and lean against the counter to watch the video. Tom comes up from behind, his front pressed against your back to see as well.

"This is not normal- why did I ever let this ha-" What you see shocks your eyes "Nope!! this stays off the gram!" Tom looks a little shocked and wants to know what it is, but you hide his phone and go red in the face

"What is it!?" He exclaims. Ever since billy the kid, he has has expert maneuverability. Damn those gun scene training sessions. He QUICKLY removes his phone from your hand and watches the video, seeing what you saw "oh baby- that is 100% going on the gram. It's a tom blyth nation TEASE!"

You groan and stuff your face into your hands. No matter how many times you try to convince yourself that he is normal, he continues to show you that your assumptions are wrong. Nonetheless, he is your boyfriend, and very much perfect in your eyes.

[whoriolanussnow]

Snowboy

"Film me. Naked. jumping into the snow. It's for instagram" He says step by step as he is removing his clothes. You look at him absolutely horrified. Naked?!?! BUTT Naked?!

Your boyfriend left you completely speechless. He wanted you to do WHAT?!

Tom Blyth x Fem!reader

Now you always knew your boyfriend was a comedic queen, but nothing prepared you for what he was going to ask you to record. "You want me to record you doing WHAT?!" You stare at him for a moment, wondering if you heard your blue eyed beauty properly

"Film me. Naked. jumping into the snow. It's for instagram" He says step by step as he is removing his clothes. You look at him absolutely horrified. Naked?!?! BUTT Naked?!

"Tom- you can NOT and I emphasize on the word NOT- go out there naked on camera!! One it is absolutely FREEZING- two YOU CAN NOT POST A BUTT NAKED VIDEO OF YOU ON INSTAGRAM!!" The internal panic now becoming external as he laughs at you

Tom's hands come up to cup your cheeks, as if to calm you "baby ill be in my boxers- and my hat! you think i am foolish enough to post a completely naked video of myself??" he asks very straight forward. "Maybe a little! If you deemed yourself covered enough..." Your words leave your mouth, as you laugh. He hands you his phone. with the camera already open

"justttt take the video princess!" Tom puts on some music and grabs a bottle of wine. You tape your boyfriend, wondering what the actual hell has gotten into him in this very moment.

He opens the door to your lovely, and cozy home, and drops down into the snow backwards. The obvious discomfort of the cold, hitting him quickly. Every bone in your body is using its means to not crack up at him.

When he gets up, and comes inside you end the video and you stand there, unable to breathe nor think. The laugh you are having is like no other. If anyone said to you that your boyfriend would strip and dance in the snow, you would have looked at them like they were crazy, but as of now, you learn that anything you hear could be believed.

He shakes the snow off of him, and you go help him "I think you need some serious help my love. That was the oddest thing I think you have ever done-" You let out a quiet giggle and notice him shivering "Cmon, you should get a warm bath. I don't need you getting sick on me"

"sounds heavenly-...." He mumbles and rushes up to the bathroom within your room. You walk in and gasp, a hand flying over you eyes "Warn me next time!"

"What- never seen a man before?" He removes your hand and smirks

"I have- but now that i've seen MY man, I don't wanna stop looking." You peel your eyes away, and lean against the counter to watch the video. Tom comes up from behind, his front pressed against your back to see as well.

"This is not normal- why did I ever let this ha-" What you see shocks your eyes "Nope!! this stays off the gram!" Tom looks a little shocked and wants to know what it is, but you hide his phone and go red in the face

"What is it!?" He exclaims. Ever since billy the kid, he has has expert maneuverability. Damn those gun scene training sessions. He QUICKLY removes his phone from your hand and watches the video, seeing what you saw "oh baby- that is 100% going on the gram. It's a tom blyth nation TEASE!"

You groan and stuff your face into your hands. No matter how many times you try to convince yourself that he is normal, he continues to show you that your assumptions are wrong. Nonetheless, he is your boyfriend, and very much perfect in your eyes.

[hleown]

i posted a twt ramble thread that i have regarding sonadow and narumitsu and how they are, coincidentally enough, literally the sources of my brainrot. i just got into narumitsu earlier january (and i can't fathom how it took me this long) so i can't say with confidence that i'm very well aware on the exact playthrough of all ace attorney games (narumitsu got me on a chokehold and here i was going along with it) so please bear with me if there are any inaccuracies!

with that being said, allow me to copypaste the exact words from my tweets.

i just realized that another similarity narumitsu and sonadow share is the fact that edgeworth/shadow have previously hurt wright/sonic in some way and later on he had grown to respect/care for the latter that i just think. edgeworth could absolutely mirror shadow's words here.

sonic and wright have some savior/hero complex going on like i think that should be acknowledged bc they both have tendencies to be impulsive enough to head into the scene without a clearer plan in mind (in this case however i believe post-disbarred wright is a lot more careful when it comes to planning [7 years of investigating kristoph gavin is, by all means, A LOT of planning] but then again he's still the same man who bluffs his way to the right answer in court) and they're both the type of ppl to always put people first before themselves.

edgeworth and wright have been around each other long enough for edgeworth to not be blind against wright's heroic sacrifices. even though they had a whole conversation in the past about how edgeworth says they're not "heroes" and that "their job is to always seek the truth no matter what."

…ok i went off a tangent BUT what i meant to say is. edgeworth has hurt wright with his own actions. he knows this, just like wright (absolutely) does.

in the context of the sonic idw pic above, eggman lost his memory and became "mr tinker", who no longer seemed to be evil.

(here are some pics that i didn't add in my twt thread just to show you what i mean by eggman's amnesiac self, mr tinker.)

sonic wanted to give mr tinker a chance, especially bc the witnesses around him said that mr tinker had been nothing but helpful to everyone. shadow, however, thinks how ridiculous that is—eggman may've lost his memory, but the memories of those who were hurt under him weren't lost at all.

be it in a context where wright and edgeworth happen to find themselves in a similar dilemma. edgeworth finds wright's idea to give a notorious criminal like de killer a chance—because he happened to lose his memory and was seen being very… not-so-assassin-like—preposterous.

Edgeworth: "Have you forgotten that he made you suffer? That he had held Miss Fey for ransom? That—for the love of god—that he's caused enough trouble for all of us already? How can you even suggest leniency for him after all that?"

Wright: "Heh, you tried to convict Maya in the past too, remember? You said it yourself—you only cared about your perfect win record, that you'd do anything to make sure you sought out that 'Guilty' verdict, letting the innocent stay 'falsely accused'. So—what? You want me to take you out with de Killer? After all, if he can't be forgiven, can you?"

(i wrote this conversation in [almost] the same way that had happened in the first sonic idw scene above, and the same scene that i'll show a pic of right now.)

i added the next two paragraphs after i had been presumably done with my thread, because i was a bit scared to clarify beforehand that i, truth to be told once again, am not completely in too deep in the stories of ace attorney.

to be fair, i think i need to mention that while wright (looks like he) has long forgiven edgeworth for the demon prosecutor front he had inhibited in the earlier years, i doubt that there aren't exactly any lingering feelings (definitely remorse, if that was unclear) that edgeworth would at least have, if not wright.

though i suppose edgeworth had allowed himself to be vulnerable around wright.... it's not out of the question that wright would make sure those burdens would weigh him all the same. plus, they both work hard to fix the law system together so. it's not like wright wouldn't understand him. they've both been with each other in their lowest, guiltiest point of lives after all.

and with all of that being said! i need ace attorney/sonic mutuals so bad haha help. that's all from me folks! now allow me to spam-like/reblog stuff from the narumitsu tag again.

[kusanalogy]

Sing for me?

Characters: ganyu and xiao x immortal!reader but it isnt that emphasized

a/n: for the sweet and spice event hosted by @bluexiao and @anantaru! First time participating in an event officially, was pretty fun tbh.

Word count: 900+ (IM SORRY XIAOOO I COULDNT THINK OF HOW TO MAKE IT LONGER SO HIS ISNT AS MUCH AS GANYUS 😭)

Warnings: reader has longer hair on ganyus, because she braids it. Lmk if i missed anything! I'll edit it

Main event post, scroll down for the m.list (support the rest of the creators!! just a reminder that theres a nsfw mlist so minors like me yeah stay away if they havent warned you enough 🥰)

Ganyu

ganyu who'd lay on your lap after a lengthy day, wanting your familiar comfort before heading off to rest.

You both watched the birds fly from the mountains, off to who knows where. While ganyu observed one take off, she noticed 2 rare glaze lillies right where the bird was.

"y/n.. Look at those glaze lillies!" Ganyu points out

You look to where she was pointing to "Oh wow! Thats rare in these areas. Cmon, lets take a look."

Ganyu follows your steps to the ancient flower. Once she sat by it, the half-qilin hummed a tune to it. Glaze lillies are known to read human- or immortals hearts. If the atmosphere is happy, the sound of music is lively, the glaze lily will open. If they aren't, and the surrondings are full of negative thoughts, the flower will wither away. It can listen to peoples singing aswell! Which is why ganyu wanted to experiment with it

Her voice was a gentle tone, a tone that calmed your senses. You closed your eyes to focus, and opened them again once she had stopped.

Ganyu touched a petal of the glaze lily, inspecting it to see if there was any effect. "Im not the best at singing, b-but i'd like to know what you thought!"

"It was great ganyu," You put your hand on hers and smiled "Your singing voice is notably clear."

Her cheeks went red after hearing such compliment "Thank you.. Ah! Look at the glaze lily on the left."

Your attention transfered to that flower, and because it listened to ganyu's sining, it bloomed.

"These flowers never fail to amaze me. I've heard that the geo archon is fond of this flower too. Dont you agree?" You say to- wait.

No reply?

"Ganyu?" You turn your head to the blue-haired adeptus behind you, and you didnt notice that she was starting to braid your hair

"Hold on y/n. I got an idea. Stay still while i braid your hair, if you'd let me." She says as she slightly combs your hair with her hands, to make it easier to braid.

࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚ ⪩ 𖧧 ⪨ ࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚

"...anddd finished!" She ties the end of the braid "I dont have a mirror with me right now, but theres a clear pond nearby?"

You walk to the pond and look at your braided hair in multiple angles, and back to ganyu

"You're doing so well today ganyu! If i could keep this on until tomorrow i would. But then it would get messy.."

She didnt come up with a proper reply, but instead nodded. Not long after, she picks herself up and slightly shakes your hand, like a signal to get up. So you proceed and go back to the two glaze lilies.

She places her hand on your cheek, picks up the same left glaze lily that bloomed from its stem and puts it on your braid.

"Perfect! But... I have one more request." Ganyu shyly states, then continues

"Sing for me? Could you make the other glaze lily bloom?"

"As you wish."

Xiao

no, reader isnt venti 😇‼ I hope it isnt too similar to xiao and ventis connection bc i swear it wasnt meant to be like it

xiao who'd watch you from afar, not wanting to disturb you. Listening to your quiet hums as you rest by a tree. You both havent seen eachother in awhile, So he was cautious for no reason.

Oh, your body looked so delicate. Your hair reflecting the rays of sunlight that went through the leaves of the said tree, the gentle movements of your hands.. and your lips. Those precious lips. All he wanted to do was to put them right on his.

He comes closer, I mean, its you anyways.

He remembered a time where the both of you used to talk to eachother a lot, and for a long time. "Them just accompanying me used to be a weekly thing.. but y/n had become a bit busy. It wouldnt hurt to approach them again?"

"Xiao. I missed you! What brings you here?" You ask, smiling. You recognize the sound of his footsteps, since you know he'd rather not chat much.

You miss him? "..Greetings, y/n."

Your bored mind thinks "Come here, i'd like to... Hold ur hand..."

"What?" Xiao thinks that something has gotten into you. You werent this direct with words before, right?

You hold your hands together and raise it to him, practically begging "Please~? For the love of rex lapis??"

"Fine."

"Yay!!" You instantly brighten up and playfully hold his hand, then placing your now intertwined hands on the grass. Putting your head on his shoulder, you hum a familiar tune to calm his senses. That gradually turns into you singing softly- with lyrics now. A song inspired by a liyuen legend, the adepti. Which included the person sitting right beside you!

Oh how he adored it. Once you start its like he wants it to never end.

࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚ ⪩ 𖧧 ⪨ ࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚

When you finished, xiao couldnt help but want more. Did he have to ask? How embarrasing... well

"...Sing for me." He whispered, barely audible.

But you felt him shift places "Come again? I couldnt hear properly"

"Sing for me?" He said a bit louder, but could still be considered a whisper to a normal person

"Moreeee?"

"..."

Oh- he doesnt wanna. Better try to change it then? "why am i not as comfortable with him like before? Was it because of the time i was away?" your thoughts were so messy...

"...If you dont want thats alright! I'll sing anyways"

How could you be so understanding? Its almost like you can read right through his mind.

How does love do that? you both think about that everyday.. theres not really a "real answer" to that, right?

"No no," Xiao clears his throat "Sing for me?"

[dragonballwish]

Related to recent Bardock discourse: What gets to me about how the fandom especially is trying to push the "relationship" between the two is that even Toriyama's additions didn't do that. Like, the most that was added is "Bardock decided he didn't want to see his kid die and sent him off". There's no bond there, there's a single fleeting memory, the entire time Goku was alive he was in an incubator to sustain him until he was "strong enough" to be made into a killer, and even then it's still shown Grandpa Gohan takes him in and cares for him. Like even the anime has gone out of its way to reiterate that Goku learned his morals from his grandpa, and even had him shadowbox at Baba's while mimicking the exact same moves he used when fighting Gohan there. Just... strange to me how some people want to shove him to the side anymore.

I think partly it's because the fandom at large doesn't really know much about grandpa Gohan outside of what Z and Super might be saying? I remember there wasn't a whole lot of detail there, and I always found it more heartwarming seeing Goku meet Grandpa Gohan as a kid and the unfortunate reveal of how he died.

Bardock is cool, and the lore there is interesting, but you're absolutely right that it doesn't really make sense that he's kinda replacing Gohan and his influence... like.. CMON Goku named his son after his caretaker!!!!! That is pretty significant !!!! We could have EASILY had an Ox Junior instead !!!

I'm not totally sure what all Super has been getting up to about it lately, so I'll ignore that, but. I do know fanart and see it and so on, and I hardly ever see things about Grandpa Gohan... I don't know of a single fic that is about Goku and Grandpa either?? I've said it before I'll say it again: If anyone knows of a fic or something that is like pretty much about those two, especially kid Goku I will love you forever if you share

I see a lot of fandom stuff exploring Brdock and Gine (and not really Raditz, who Goku has actually met canonically!) and their relationship and potential to be figures for Goku.. and I think it's cool and interesting. Still, I really do wish there was more about like. Goku's actual parent? the guy who raised him, helped him even when he was a menace out of the goodness of his heart, nursed him when he was hurt, and loved him like his own child.

Dragon Ball has always felt more like a story about the family you make along the way rather than the ones who give birth to you, and this is just another part of it. I think it's worth emphasizing!!!

[lostaurorax]

everything’s gonna be alright

summary | sarah asks reader to be her girlfriend and then takes her to midsummers despite her family’s disapproval

pairing | sarah cameron x fem!reader

warnings | homophobia,alcohol/underage drinking,mentions of sex

a/n | hi!! this is my first time writing for sarah/anyone from outerbanks!!! so please don’t make fun of me if this isn’t the greatest!! also i tried my best with describing the boat but i have no clue how a boat works so bare with me!!😭😭 but PLEASE let me know what you think because this took me forever to write and i feel very iffy about it! please reblog/comment/like if you enjoyed <33

you and sarah had met at school as soon as you layed eyes on eachother you both had felt like you were drawn to eachother

later on in the day she spotted you sitting outside scrolling thru your phone immediately she started walking over to you

“hey um im sarah” the blonde girl said as you looked up from your phone wide eyed when you saw the pretty girl standing in front of you

“uh hey i’m y/n” you said as you took in her features

“it’s nice to meet you y/n, can i?” she motioned to the empty spot on the bench beside you

“oh yeah of course!” you said moving your backpack out of the way so she could sit beside you

from then on you and sarah had continuously grown closer. you both were aware of your feelings for eachother but you were strictly just friends.

their was less than a week before midsummers and rose was leaning against sarah’s doorway as she tried to figure out who sarah was gonna be taking with her.

“you know i bet topper would love to go with you sarah. i can always call his mom and-” rose said as she scrolled through her contact list looking for toppers moms name

“i don’t want to go with topper rose.” sarah said annoyed with all of her protests to get a boy to go with her to midsummers

rose wasn’t dumb she knew you and sarah liked eachother. but she couldn’t have sarah walk into the party with a girl. ‘do you know how much they would talk’ she whispered to ward the previous night. ‘yes rose i know that’s why i need you to make sure she does not take y/n with her. the last thing i want is my reputation ruined by her bringing a girl with her.’

“well is their any other boy you have your eye on?” she said emphasizing on the boy part.

“you know what i actually do have someone in mind rose!”sarah said with a sarcastic smile on her face fed up with rose.

“oh my really! well that’s just perfect who is it?”rose asked believing sarah’s obvious lies

“oh just some new kid at school! your gonna love them!!” sarah said trying to slowly get rose out of her room

“oh well i’m so excited to meet him! make sure his suit coordinates with your dress in some way okay?”rose said walking out of sarah’s room

“oh don’t worry i’ve got it figured it!”she said as she closed the door and pressed her back flush up against it

‘shit’

sarah thought knowing now she had less than a week to grow the courage to ask you to be her date and still make sure nobody found out.

the next morning sarah woke up determined to ask you out.

‘boat day?’

‘i’ll be their in 5’

sarah shoved her phone into her back pocket after reading your text. she was thinking about it all night. how she was gonna do it finally deciding on a boat day thinking it would be the perfect way to tell you.

she was checking the boat making sure their was enough gas for the day and she had everything packed

when she walked out she grabbed her phone checking the time realizing it had been over 10 minutes since she had texted you, she went to check where you were when she felt someone grabbing her from behind making her scream

“oh my god! you can’t just do that to people y/n!” she said turning around to look at you as she tried to catch her breath

“oh you know you love it sarah!” you said as you grabbed her hand and walked onto the boat “cmon let’s go have fun!” you said looking over your shoulder and sending her a wink causing sarah to playfully roll her eyes at you

sarah had turned some music on and docked the boat as she pulled out some drinks and food for the both of you to share

walking out sarah had stopped and started admiring you as you danced to the music playing in the background and she just knew that it was you..you were it for her

finally snapping out of the trance she was in she walked up behind you “i’ve got booze!” she said shaking the cooler in her right hand

“oh what would i do with you sarah cameron!” you said grabbing the cooler from her hands and grabbing a drink out of it

“you’d probably die to be honest..”she said lifting the oversized tshirt she had stolen from you one night over her head and jumping into the water

“your right on that one!”you said placing your drink down and mirroring sarah’s actions

after a long day of swimming and sunbathing sarah had one more thing planned for the day

as you looked around realizing your surroundings were unrecognizable you spoke “hey where we goin?” you said looking up at sarah

“you’ll see..” she said though she still didn’t even know where she was going. just that she wanted to find the perfect spot to watch the sunset and ask you to officially be hers.

as you watched sarah dock the boat and walk out without saying a word you got up after sitting their in confusion for a moment and followed her

“hey wha-woah..”you said as you walked out and saw the sunset in front of you

“you like it?” sarah asked from behind you snaking her arms around your waist and resting her chin on your shoulder

“sarah i-i its beautiful!” you said turing your head slightly to face her a blush the same color as the sunset rising on her cheeks

“cmon let’s sit.” she said as she walked you to the blanket she had placed onto the front deck of the boat

“sar whats going on?” you asked as you saw her slightly rocking knowing she only did that when she was nervous

“we’ll uh i wanted to talk to you about something.” she said meeting your eyes

“i’m listening.” you said placing your hand over her thigh to try and reassure her and stop her rocking

“we’ll you know we’ve known each other for uh a while now you know and i think we both know that theirs something more to our friendship cause i mean it’s all everyone always talks about you know? and i just really like you y/n i’ve never felt this way about anyone in my life. i feel like your it for me and i just want to know you feel the same way. so i wanted to ask you if you maybe wanted to be my girlfriend?” she said looking up from her lap to try and read the expression on your face

you just stared back at her with your mouth agape not believing that she had just said the words you had been longing for the past few months.

sarah’s face fell when you didn’t say anything“o-oh i mean if you don’t feel the same that’s fine i-” her words were cut off with your lips on hers. she didn’t kiss back right away from shock but as she realized that this was all she wanted she placed her hand on the back of your neck and kissed back

“sarah i-i love you.” you said pulling back from the kiss

“yeah?” she said tucking a strand of hair behind your ear

“yeah.” you said a smile on your face as you leaned in to peek her lips

“i love you too” she said as she pulled away

you had your head on her chest and your legs were tangled between hers as you sat their and watched as the sunset

“so wanna come to midsummers with me?” she asked nonchalantly breaking the comfortable silence you had been in

“what?” you said lifting your head from her chest to look at her

“do you wanna come to-”

“no babe i heard i just i-i yeah i’d love that i just don’t know if everyone else would.” you said knowing the looks you would get if you walked in with sarah

“fuck them, i love you and nobody’s gonna change that okay?”she said with a content smile on her face

“alright” you said smiling back at her

the day had finally come as you were slipping your dress on and putting the final touches to your hair and light makeup you couldn’t help but notice the slight anxiety you had about what would happen later on

neither you or sarah told your parents that you were going together. though your parents were more accepting then hers you didn’t want to risk your mom accidentally spilling your secret due to her excitement

as your phone vibrated on your vanity table you picked it up reading a text from sarah

“hey we’re leaving the house soon i’m gonna tell rose that i have to meet my date by the bathrooms so meet me their okay?”

“okay.” you replied back

“everything’s gonna be fine y/n.i love you” she said like she could read your mind

“i love you too sar.”

as you placed your phone back down onto the vanity table you let out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding.

“y/n were leaving in 10!” you heard your mom shouldn’t from downstairs

“okay mom one sec!” you shouted back

you were sitting in the back seat of the car while your parents were talking in the front when you pulled up at the event.

as you got out of the car you told your mom “i’ll be back mom i’ve gotta go meet my date.”

“alright make sure your back before pictures!” she said with a knowing grin on her face

you gave her a thumbs up as you walked to the bathrooms to meet sarah.

“hey!” you heard someone whisper as you turned around to be met with sarah in a beautiful white dress

“w-woah hey you look great.”you said taking in her appearance

“so do you!” she said walking up to you and leaning in to your lips

“you ready?” she asked as she looked into your eyes

“yeah..” you said smiling up at her as you locked arms with her

as you walked into the entrance of the party all eyes were on you two. to some people you might’ve had just looked like friends but to the people who knew your relationship knew it was more than that.

“oh god their they are.” you said as you spotted rose taking to your mom

“it’ll be fine okay.” sarah said as she continued walking up to your families and as you got closer you watched roses face fall in disbelief

“oh my god” you heard her say and at that everyone’s heads around her had turned also and you watched as your mother turned around with a grin on her face as she realized what was finally happening

“what do you two think your doing?!” rose whisper-yelled as she stood in front of the both of you

“you said i needed to find a date and here she is!” sarah said with a smile on her face

“i meant a boy sarah! do you know what people are gonna say when they find out ward cameron’s daughter is gay?! it’ll ruin us!”

“honestly rose i don’t care.” sarah said walking around her “can we take pictures now?”

pictures had gone okay. you could feel ward and rose burning a hole into your head the entire time and did your best to ignore it. you had avoided rose and ward as much as you could for the rest of the night. despite the disapproving glances their was a good number of people that smiled at the both of you or gave you a congratulations.

“oh my gosh!!! i can’t believe you finally got together do you know how long i’ve been waiting!!! ugh i love you guys!” wheezie said as she pulled you both into a hug

“we love you too wheez!” you said squeezing her back

as the night ended you and sarah had left the party and were sitting on a lifeguard chair on the beach.

“you know you can come gone with me if you want.”you said leaning your head on sarah’s shoulder

“thanks babe but if i don’t come home tonight i’m gonna make it even worse for myself.” she said placing her hand on your thigh

“yeah i get it. but your always welcome over okay? if anything happens just call.” you said planting a kiss on her shoulder

“i know” she said gently rubbing her hand on your thigh “we should probably head back before my dad assumes that we’re fucking or something.”

“oh god if he ever caught us doing that we’d definitely be dead..” you said as sarah laughed jumping down from the chair and holding a hand out for you to grab onto

you walked back to the party knowing the scolds you would get from sarah’s family. but you didn’t care as long as she had you and you had her you knew everything was gonna be alright.

[cosmicbash]

I'm away on vacation right now but that apparently that can't stop me from working on my fics!

So here's some sexy krook smut for the lovely @triplexdoublex that they've patiently waited months for me to finish 🥲🥲

Sorry

Hope this makes up for all that time!

Colson’s fingers are threading gently through Rook’s hair when he gets the idea.

“You should let me fuck your face.”

He doesn’t mean to say it out loud, his lips just move on their own. Maybe it’s the weed they're smoking, maybe it’s just how irresistible Rook’s wet little pout looks while the drummer scrolls through Instagram on his phone. Colson can’t be sure which one provokes it, but one thing he is certain of is how hard his dick twitches at the immediate flushed look his comment inspired.

“W-What?”

Rook’s too cute for his own good.

Colson’s mouth curls up into a smirk, fingers twirling a few chestnut strands before he tries again. “Your face. Let me fuck it.” Now that he’s said it he can’t stop imagining it.

Rook’s hazel eyes all wide, staring up at him from the floor, nose buried right against his pubes. He can almost feel the choking tightness of his drummer’s throat already.

Reflexively his fingers tighten a little and his knees shift apart.

There’s no hiding the tent forming in his pants, not while wearing gray sweats like he currently is. Colson knows Rook can see it too, even if it’s just in his peripheral vision. The almost shakey eye contact they’re making just emphasizes how hard the brunette is trying not to look at it. “Kells…”

“Cmon, I’ll be quick,” Getting to do it fast for once will be half the fun. “I’ll take care of you after too, promise.”

Just as quick as Rook looked at him in the beginning, he looks away. Eyebrows furrowing and lips pursing again while he tries to focus back on his phone screen. “No way dude, I’m not trying to die sucking a dick.” Colson doesn’t miss the way Rook’s fingers tense when his thighs flex again. “And, w-we gotta hit the head soon anyway. I told you this morning if you wanted to fuck around we shoulda did it back at the motel-“

“I wasn’t horny back then,” And besides, with how late they all stayed up partying the night before it was a drowsy rush to leave this morning. He doubts Rook would have actually agreed to let him do anything in lieu of eating breakfast.

The dude has full on bitten Colson's hand over some hash browns.

"Yeah, well tough." The drummer's cheeks are coloring pink, one of his small tatted hands rising up to try and slap away the one in his hair. "I'm not sucking you off in the middle of the bus, everyone's here-"

Colson rolls his eyes and drops his palm down to scratch through his bandmates undercut. Long legs kicking out to stretch and adjust some of the tight fabric across his crotch. "And? They're all asleep." Even if they weren't it's not like any of them would care. Ashleigh maybe, she hates walking in on sex shit, but Baze and Slim are used to seeing him and Rook fooling around by now. Tours are long, and Colson's not going to pretend they collectively haven't all fucked each other at some point anyway. Drugs can lead to some crazy decisions.

Though, Dub is one who will make a big fit if he catches them. Colson can still hear his screams of eye purity and attacks on his love for pussy from the last time.

"Asleep is where we should both be too. Jerk off in your bunk or something-" Rook moves to get up, but Colson's fingers drop down quick enough to catch the drummer by his tee. Plopping him right back against the bench before he can get far.

He's not finished trying yet.

"C’mon babe, that's not gonna feel anywhere as good as with you. Besides, we'll both sleep better after we've both come once." This time Colson dips his head down to bring their bodies a little closer. Breath fanning over the shell of Rook's ear as he talks. "I'll do that thing with my tongue that makes your legs shake. Always sleep good after that, don't you?"

Eating Rook out in the middle of the bus sounds hot too. Colson can just see the brunette's legs up in the air, arms reaching over his head to hold onto the shitty bench seats back. Whole body shaking from how hard he's trying to stay quiet.

"What if...what if they wake up?" Rook's palm pushes at his thigh, grabbing but not exactly squeezing just yet. Colson can feel the flush heating up his face just from the way the ear between his teeth warms.

He knew Rook wouldn't be able to say no to that.

Read the rest over on ao3 😘

[percydarling]

I'll be honest,if the weasley kids had a tv show I would have percy as my favourite. Bill aand charlie arent in it so I wouldnt have an opinion (they're obviously hinted at but never there) Arthur's gonna annoy me kinda, molly is really nice but she always compares her kids. Ron (as lovely as he is) can be really mean to percy and just sucky to him. I love Ginny but everyone knows jk made her because "girl power= not feminine traits!1!1!1!" I love her,I love her love for quidditch but I feel like I still clearly see what she represents and that's jks sentiments (like cho for example, as an asian it's never gonna leave my mind). The twins would be great in theory but 2 twins insulting their older brother, burning a hole through their brothers tongue? Pranking everybody ALL THE TIME? I say I love them but seriously if I studied at hogwarts I would loathe them because hey, were in class- prank somebody in a more boring one or after. Also they're way too mean to percy.

Percy is the kinda dude I'd identify with, I hate how his family shames him alot. Sure hes ambitious but at the same time I hate when they bully him for his pride in his prefect badge and his head boy badge, like CMON! Gryffindor traits??? PRIDEFUL like yeah hes gonna be happy because he feels accomplished. I remember getting into model un and I talked about it at dinner time,my siblings got kinda annoyed but did they insult me abt it? No! They understood that this was a big part of my pride. They teased me a little "Haha model un-er" or "your rooms the country your representing right? Oops I dont have my passport" regular happy sibling stuff. You dont insult your brothers pride and joy, it's obvious hes so happy about it.

If there's gonna be a show on the Weasley family, the only interestee Weasley I would be watching is for Percy. Now let's go through every Weasley.

Arthur- at work, never home, if at home in shed exploring muggle things instead of probably bonding with his children.

Molly-would do chores, help children and maybe chat with next door neigbour. A slight chance of bonding with kids. Not very entertaining really.

Bill and Charlie- I mean depends whether they're even there or gone. If they're there they'd probably argue with each other. Maybe we'll get the Bill earring story and Charlie dragon obsession. Other than that maybe sibling bonding which is always good.

Twins- I cannot emphasize enough as to why I wouldn't watch the twins, if there was such a tv show. Each episode they'll probably prank someone most probably Ron and Percy. And then these pranks would get violent and physical and they would still be the saints and Percy the villain.

I mean the twins cause Ron's phobia, almost make him take the Unbreakable Vow (Ron was 5!) and then beat his Puffskein to death.

AND PUFFSKEIN IS AN ANIMAL.

And that's only Ron. If I start on Percy the jokes are endless but let's just end with the twins tried to locked Percy in a pyramid( God knows how old!). Enough said.

Ron- We already have Ron content in the book. Do we really need more? Yes we do but not if it's Ron insulting Percy. And if this show was before Harry and Hogwarts then Ron would be a young child like 9-10 years old and I personally wouldn't be interested. I love Ron but he loses absolutely no moment to insult or bitch about his brother. Plus Ron is whiny. Sometimes.

Ginny- They'll probably make her a Mary Sue who can do no wrong. They would seriously do that and make her a female version of the twins. Sorry not interested in watching her.

When we come to Percy there are so many things we can do. We can see bonding with Bill or Charlie. Percy being a good older brother and helping with nightmares. Percy being his mother's support system. Percy helping Arthur with his work. Percy teaching Ron chess. Percy planning a prank with twins. Percy playing dolls with Ginny.

With Percy you can relate him to everyone in some way or another. We know Molly loves Percy and probably considers him her favorite. Probably. Arthur with the Ministry so Percy and Ministry. Percy going to Bill with help for studies. Percy helping Charlie research about dragons.(Percy telling Charlie his dormmate is crazy about quidditch and asking if Charlie could give him tips and an autograph)

Percy playing chess with Ron. We know Percy is protective over Ron and Ginny. So we can assume that Percy teaches Ron chess and helps him read. Percy reading to Ginny about Harry Potter.(Really though who else would have? Molly would be busy and Bill and Charlie wouldn't)

Or we can have Percy writing stuff. Short stories and articles. Percy being a writer. Percy singing , dancing or drawing. Percy sneaking to Muggle town and talking to them.

Percy finding Scabbers.

Percy going to the Lovegood residence and talking with Luna's mother because she is such an amazing person.

(And taking her death the hardest)

Also Percy bonding with Luna.

Percy bonding with Uncle Billius or Great Aunt Muriel. Also reminsing time with Uncle Gideon and Fabian.

Percy having babysitter called Lily Potter who looked just like him but with bright green eyes. She reads to him about adventure stories and tells him she loves him very much and once brought her husband with her(who's an animagus!)

(While his brothers rejoiced the fall of You Know Who, Percy cried because Miss Lily and Mr James were dead. That was the time Percy realised that bad things happen to good people)

Well to put it in short there are so many angles with Percy which makes him interesting in my opinion.

If they do make let's hope they don't screw Percy over like they did with him in that damn game.

Also for that Percy interacting with Muggles there's an interesting fanfic called Percy's Diary.

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/7542632/1/Percy-s-Diary

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Percy is the only Weasley who I can relate to which makes me love him more. I am an elder sibling, have been constantly insulted by family and friends for following rules and very rarely been put down for being excited for something.

And the whole making fun of Percy is bullying when they're laughing at him and not with him.

These 2 prepositions make all the difference when it comes to teasing and bullying.

And the twins are bullies. They are.

"Oh, are you a prefect, Percy? You should've said something, we had no idea."

This is one of the lines they say.

How much do you want to bet that the twins didn't say something like this to Bill when he became prefect and HeadBoy?

Percy was a constant butt of their jokes and pranks, including bewitching his prefect and Head Boy badges to read Pinhead and Bighead Boy respectively, and sending dragon dung to his office at the Ministry.

This is from the official wikia. People can try to make the twins saint and say it was all good natured and everything. But I will always see the twins as bullies.

And the thing is the twins and Ron never bothered to praise Percy and that just feels wrong. Everytime they talk about Percy it's qn insult. When I talk about my brother to an acquaintance I don't insult him unlike Ron.

I feel that as Percy fans we love him because he is complicated. He isn't like the rest of the Weasleys. He isn't charming or funny. He's just a normal guy trying to do better and Percy fans get it because it's relatable. We can relate to being ordinary. He doesn't have earrings or pranks or a saviour best friend. He's just a guy who follows rules and wants to be successful. Who wouldn't relate with that?

And maybe some of us have been ridiculed just like Percy so we understand. We also understand that this is Harry's biased view and all he has been told about Percy is usually by Ron or the twins who insult him on a regular basis. And Harry is no better! He uses words like pompously like he understands how a person talks pompously?

So I love Percy a lot because I relate to him and I would never in my life apologise for loving such a complicated character.

[letthefrogsbe]

remember when I was gonna write that parkner fic?

cool so I've decided I'm gonna, but because I cannot write for SHIT and I hate my writing every time I see it, ill just share my outline of what I have so far. its not coherent. sorry. 

Section one: aunt may dies. It’ll be like “it's been 3 months. 3 months since May was shot. 2 months and 3 weeks since she died.”

Something like that idc. Basically this section will base around peter living tony, because he’s not doing well, and he is only 17- which is not actually old enough to be on your own after something like this. Setting is established, with cameos from dr strange (who tony is dating and lives with (yeah bite me, this is my fanfiction i can make it what i want.) it will be made obvious that this takes place after endgame, which also means that tony is Not going to die. I’m not that mean lmao. The avengers are like largely together, there was not as much death in this as there was in endgame. Whatever. Everyone is very nice to peter because they know that for him its either this or him becoming a ward of the state so like.

Section two: harley gets kicked out. His mom finds out that he’s gay (from gossip sources idk) and kicks harley out. Im not going to write them having a big fight like in the moment, but harley will recount what happened somewhat to tony in this section, and then more to peter later in the story. Gay ppl trauma dump, we know this. Okay anywaysss so harley calls tony literally sobbing and like freezing fucking cold. IM SORRY IM BEING SO MEAN TO THEM I PROMISE THEY'LL GET A HAPPY ENDING. Okay. harley explains how his mom kicked him out. Tony asks why, harley says something like “she didn’t agree with my lifestyle choices” like bitterly. Tony is a good person in this (i know, im really taking some character liberties) and he’s in the mood for collecting strays apparently, so he has happy send over the quinjet. He can’t make it himself bc hes in fucking japan or something for the next few weeks,, but. Yeah! Tony also calls peter, who is presumably in bed and feeling depressed. “Hey pete. How ya feeling? Any better?’ ‘Not really, tony. Sorry.’ ‘you don’t have to be sorry-’ ‘damn tony you sound like my therapist.’ “sorry pete, but i do have something to tell you- you know harley?’ ‘only from what you’ve told me about him, but yea. He was the tennessee garage kid, right?’ ‘i mean. Yes. so- he’s gonna come stay with me for a while too- it might not be permanent but it will probably be a bit. He’s about your age, and he just has no where to go (just like u). He’s not going to stay in your room or anything, but with bruce and thor here, he will be in your apartment area.’ ‘okay tony.. Will i have to talk to him a bunch?’ ‘not if you don’t want to- i already warned him about you, so it should be okay. I wouldn’t worry so much pete- you guys are so similar in a lot of ways that i wanted to introduce you two long before he called me.’ ‘okay tony, i trust you. Thank you again for letting me stay with you :)’ (yeah that kind of got away from me)

Section 3: build up. this is a shorter section. Harley and peter are gonna meet in section 4. This section is harley’s jet ride (with an intuitive happy) and harley’s nerves about how he really isn’t worth this (i mean hes pretty intimidated tony sent a private jet just for him) and happy like reassures him. Hes still insecure though. Peter is also nervous bc what if harley doesn’t like him? What if he doesn’t like harley?? Tony did say they would get along, but peter hasn’t really been himself recently, so who knows? Yeah lots of that. I do want to emphasize though- peter is not completely unhealthily coping. Like he has a therapist and he has been reaching out to ned and mj, but its still an open wound for him. Obviously. He still has a sense of humor though, but its to cover these deep insecurities. Like the first month or so that he was with tony, he was reallllyyyy trying to not get close to him bc he sort of thinks he kills everyone around him. Like logically he knows this isn’t true, but he does really think the that non superheroes that he surrounds himself with are very at risk if they know about his spider-man-ness. The only people who know now are ned and mj (may knew too).

Section 4: the meeting of harley and peter. Keep in mind peter has been living in this apartment/area of stark tower for about 3 months now. He actually moved in while may was in the hospital because he couldn’t stand to be alone in the apartment when he knew why may wasn’t there. And um. Yeah. so peter is like comfortable in this space, basically. Also- the reason theyre in the same apartment is because stark tower was not really created with the idea of housing broken orphans in mind, so it only has a certain amount of residential space. Thor and bruce are currently staying there together (although no one really knows if theyre together, or if theyre just best bros who went through some extreme trauma together and are now inseparable. Hmmm wonder if thats gonna come up later) and theyre using one apartment, and happy lives there with his own apartment, and tony and stephen are currently sharing the penthouse, even though thats not public knowledge. Really only the people close to tony know that he’s dating stephen. So. this leaves just the one other 2 bedroom apartment for peter and harley. It has one bathroom, and the bedrooms are connected by a door but theyre pretty big so like. Theres a kitchen, a living room with a fancy ass tv, and a really pretty view (with a balcony bc <333). May died in march, peter got leave from the school in april, and it is now the middle of june btw. Tony is now peter’s official guardian (he was before may died anyways) and now has sole guardianship over him which he has fully accepted, even though peter and him both know that there are going to be times where he has to go out of town bc he does own a company after all. Times like right now. Harley is pretty nervous that tony isn’t going to be there to greet him and that he is going to have to like introduce himself to peter and everything. Cmon, theres no reason to feel like that, he’s the one intruding after all, he should at least be able to handle himself. (<--- harley’s thoughts). Yeah so theyre insecure super cool. A n y w a y s so peter was stressing about harley as he arrived, and so when harley walked in they were both complete bundles of nerves. Harley walks up but knocks. Peter actually jumps (bc spidey sense okay whatever) and goes to get the door. Oh my god these awkward teenagers i hate them so much (i love them). Peter kinda looks like shit, sorry king. He was a little bit crying earlier, then tony called and he switched into stressed out ball-of-anxiety mode. Distractions are good, its okay. Peter opens the door for harley and they like introduce each other all awkward (again sorry) and peter shows harley where he is staying. Harley doesnt really have muchhhh bc he was kicked out and all. He just has a suitcase full of clothes, his favorite blanket, his favorite stuffed animal (yeah whatever bc ofc he does) and his phone/charger. He sets all his stuff down at once. He thanks peter for letting him stay in his apartment and also said sorry. First thing peter noticed was harley’s accent. Stfu. peter asks why harley’s here- ok. Harleys had a long ass day. Too fucking long. He- he breaks down. He tells peter a lot. About how his mom found out that he was gay, and how she told him never to come back. Yikes. Anyways, this is establishing the beginning of their relationship as friends. Peter is there for him even though he doesn’t know him at all. Peter sees some of himself in harley in this moment, even though he’s not talking about himself yet. Eventually harley does ask about peter, and they really just get to know each other really quick. They have these deep scarring individual traumas, and neither has nearly recovered, but they find comfort in just knowing that theyre not alone in their suffering. At least for now. At least in this moment.

Section 5: the next day. Peter and harley spent that whole night talking about what they were going through. Peter said good night at around 5 am (there were no adults around they can do what they want to) and they both got good sleeps. In peter’s case, one of the first solid nights he’s had in a while. Harley was kept up a little longer after peter left, however, because he just couldn’t shut off his mind. It was really cathartic for him to just lay everything out there and for someone to just accept him. Peter told him he was bi, but he was.. Lucky. He had accepting people in his life. May was accepting. God, harley couldn’t fathom having lost everyone in his life, everyone he ever cared about, and still having the heart to sit and talk with the dumbass anxious gay kid who can’t go home anymore. His problems felt so small compared to peter’s, and all he could do was admire peter’s resilience and how he was seemingly able to bounce back from anything. God, peter was something. He couldn’t wait to get to know him more. With that thought circling in his head, he finally went to sleep at oh shit 6:30 am. Peter woke up around 1. Harley at 2. When harley woke up, peter was watching tv and eating cereal on the couch and he just sat down next to him. No words, just sleepy children being sleepy. They stayed like this for like an hour when someone knocked on their door. Enter stephen strange!!!!!!!!!!! Get excited people. Hes just coming in to check on them bc tony told him to, and he didn’t get the chance last night bc he was _busy_. K so now he’s here and hes awkward and he just wants to make sure these boys r okay bc theyve both been through too much recently, and it would be just the cherry on top if they didn’t get along. Him and harley had never actually met before so he like introduced himself and all that. Offered like if they needed anything he was there, and its only gonna be a few days until tony gets back (did i say a week earlier? Im retconning that bc i cannot find it in my writing so it is now retconned). Peter and harley just have to sort of explain to dr strange that theyre getting along gREAT and there is no need for concern….. And peter was even thinking about showing harley around the city a bit that night (something he had not yet told harley, but wanted to make it seem like he was doing well and not acting too depressed in front of Dr. Strange) so dr strange is like yeah !!!!!! do that, that sounds super fun petey !!!!!! and so now they have evening plans

ok ps I wrote this like 2 weeks ago and completely forgot I posted something on Tumblr about this fic idea, and so this is literally just how I talk to myself. was not gonna ever post this but then I decided to because I'm bored. there are more sections but I'm not gonna post them rn because this post is really fucking long already!!!!

[words-for-holland]

Happier (5) | T.H.

Summary: Harry and Harrison made it to New York without witnesses. One secret is revealed and a relationship could be broken up for good. What will the future hold for Y/N and Tom?

A/N: Everybody buckle up and grab your tissues, we’re in for a bumpy ride. Lemme know how you feel after this! Was it what you expected??

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

Guilt

It’s one thing to keep a secrets, but it’s another thing when you’re hiding it from the people you love. For Kate, she was becoming consumed in her own guilt as each day passed. Everyday her breaths would shorten, her heartbeat quicken, and her conscience relentlessy invading her inner thoughts. Kate tried to find all the possibilities to avoid the truth, and make everyone happy...but it didnt matter. One way or another, someone was going to get hurt.

Kate stood in front of Harrison and Harry at her doorstep. While she was relieved and excited to see them, a slight tinge of fear was present. “How are you going to find out the truth?” She asks calmly as Harrison and Harry made their way into the apartment. Kate picked up her phone, checking for an message. None showed up.

“Well, we might have found something. A clue maybe, but we’re not sure.” Harry explained as he picked up his macbook, turning it on.

“Is Y/N here?” Harrison asked, and as if on cue she appeared, heavy bags under her eyes.

The moment Y/N laid eyes on the two, she couldn’t believe it. Her hands quickly rubbing the sleep from her eyes, almost convinced it was a dream. “What? Harry? Harrison? What are you guys doing here?” Y/N excitedly asks. She made her way towards the boys giving them a long awaited hug. “I missed you guys.” She whispers.

“We want to help you.” Harrison says as he pulled away. “The unknown number? We might have an idea.”

Y/N looked at them suspiciously, checking her phone for cryptic messages. “Does anyone know you’re here?”

They both shook their head. “We didn’t tell anyone back home. As far as anyone knows, Harrison and I are going on a 3 day hike with little reception.” Harry reassured her with his boyish smile. Y/N look at him with admiration. He may not look like his brother, but his tone had Tom written all over it.

“Great. Just make sure your location is off on your phones..they could be watching us.” Kate warned as she checked her phone again.

Harrison looked at Kate with sympathy. In the years he’s known her because of Y/N and Tom’s relationship, she always seemed to be the sweetest most loyal friend out there. He was happy that Y/N had someone like Kate in her life. Not to mention it was also a plus that she was fairly pretty, even with the worry written all over face, she was still beautiful to Harrison.

“Hey.” Harrison spoke out for Kate’s attention. “We’re gonna figure this out. I promise.” While Kate nodded, she silently knew that this was not going to end well.”

“Wait...so Tom? Is he—?” Y/N asks the boys with anticipation.

Harrison knowing, exactly what Y/N was asking before she could even finished answered swiftly. “No! Of course not!” He laughs as if it was the silliest thing to answer. “Y/N, Tom loves you. He still does.”

“But the pictures..”

“Was a PR stunt set by Natalie’s publicists.” Harrison finished. “He’s doing a project that Natalie somehow got involved in, and they wanted a PR relationship to sell it. He didn’t want to at first, but then they showed him pictures of you and some div.”

“Hey he’s not some div! Matt’s a good guy.” Y/N defends. “Sweet actually, but I turned him down at the end of it. We’re just friends.”

Then it clicked. “Wait. You said that Tom saw the pictures?” Y/N asked trying to piece it together. “How did he get pictures?”

Harry and Harrison took a moment to think it through. “Well...Natalie’s publicist showed it to Tom.” Harry answered.

“But we don’t know where she got the pictures from.” Harrison added. “My money was on Natalie...still is.”

“Cmon mate. There’s no way she could have gotten pictures in New York and suddenly fly back to London.”

Kate slowly made her way to her own room, no longer wanting to be part of the conversation. They were getting too suspicious, and the more they questioned, the more nervous she got.

“Well maybe the unknown number sent it.” Harry said as he continued to be deep in his thoughts. “Or they found out on that fan account you found Harrison.”

“Wait? Fan account? They know?!” Y/N freaked out. Three years into making sure she was kept in the shadows, and it went all down the drain. If it there were fan accounts then it would only make it harder to finding out who really did sabotage her relationship. Let alone everyone’s lives.

“We don’t know yet, but Harrison found a fan account that was posting about Tom and you. Not together at least, but seperately. The weird part is...barely few people follow it, so we’re not sure what it means.” Harry explained, as he tried to pull up the account. “Oh no.”

“What? What do you mean ‘Oh no’?” Harrison panicked.

“I cant find the account.” Harrison said as he tried to pull it up, but the page disappeared.

In the nick of time, a message was sent to all three of them.

Unknown

Looks like you’re back to square 1 ❤️

“Shit! How did they know?” Harrison questioned in anger. “We were this close!”

“It’s okay Harrison. I appreciate that you guys tried, but it’s a lost cause.” Y/N consoled him, rubbing his shoulder.

“It won’t be. We’ll find another way.” Harry encouraged as he hugged them both. “By the way, where’s Kate gone?”

All three looked up to notice she was missing. Y/N waved it off, assuming it was just one of those days. “She probably went to bed early. Kate gets tired easily, nowadays. It might be because of her new job on top of watching out for me. Its a lot to take on for a person.”

The reasoning seemed valid enough Harrison and Harry. Plus it was Kate they were talking about, she always had Y/N’s back from day one, she wouldnt blackmail any of them or ruin Y/N and Tom’s relationship..right?

Late in the night, Harrison had trouble sleeping because of the jetlag. Since it only was a medicore 2 bedroom apartment, Harrison and Harry slept in the living room on the sofa bed. Luckily it was big enough for the both them and they didnt have to resort to cuddling. Harrison lied on his back as he looked out to the NYC view, thinking about everything and nothing at all. He smiled, thinking about it all. For a very serious couple, a lot of shit has gone down and yet here he was with trying to save it. He cared about the two so deeply, they were his family and family never turns their back on the other.

Then he heard something, whispers coming from the hall. Harrison didn’t dare to make a move but he trained his ears to listen carefully at the voice.

“Im telling you they are getting suspicious.” The voice whispered into the phone. It sounded like Kate’s and Harrison continued to listen in.

“No.No. I sent the damn pictures to you for a reason. No one told me that they would come here. I wasn’t prepared for that.” Kate continues as she paces in the corner.

Pictures? Harrison was awake more than ever, as he quickly shook Harry, and told him to stay quiet. They continued to listen.

“Look I did everything I was told to do. She got what she wanted, now —” Kate stopped in her tracks as she saw Harry and Harrison in front of her. Immediately she dropped the call, her lips moving, unable to find the words.

“How could you?” Harry said his brown eyes glaring at at the girl who just betrayed her best friend. “She was your best friend! How could you?!” He spoke louder.

Kate tried her best to quiet them down, but there was the point. She knew this day would come. “You don’t understand.” Kate whispers, looking at the ground. “I was only doing this to protect Y/N.”

“Protect Y/N? Blackmailing her? Sending pictures of her and a guy to Tom, so he would turn against her? That’s protecting her?” Harrison questioned, hurt by her actions. If he was hurt, then surely It would hurt Y/N far worse.

Y/N comes out of her room as she sees the three gather together, glaring at each other. “Hey..w-what’s going in?” She asks nervously.

“Why don’t you tell her Kate?” Harry spits out as he gestures to Y/N. Kate looks into her best friend’s eyes tears welling up. Y/N had fear struck into her face, afraid of what she had to say.

“I’m so sorry.” She cries. “I didn’t have a choice. She would have ruined our friendship if I did.”

“Kate. What.Did.You.Do?” Y/N asks, emphasizing each word to the question.

Kate shook her head as she let out a deep sigh. “Im the reason your pictured with Matt got out Tom.”

Y/N shook her head, tears streaming. She didn’t want to believe it. “Please tell me you’re lying.”

“Im sorry Y/N. I swear I didnt mean for this to get out of hand. I was threatened that if I didn share them, then they would say something that could ruin our friendship..and...I didnt want that to happen.” Kate frantically explains, sobbing at her no good explanation.

Y/N shook her head, her face switching from sadness to anger. “Looks like you didn’t need them to ruin it at all for you. Now you’re gonna tell me what you know and then Im packing my stuff and Im moving out.”

Kate sobbed as she try to plead to her ex-bestfriend to stay. “Look I’ll tell you everything okay, but it’s not much.” She takes a deep breath before she continues. “I was the one that started the rumors and created the fan account Harry and Harrison saw.”

“Why?” Y/N asks, her disappointed face unchanging.

“I was jealous of you at the time. Y/N you had everything I could have ever wanted in my life. A job, a boyfriend that doesn’t leave you, a family that loves you, and the fame which you didn’t even want to accept with open arms. You were always a step ahead of me at something and I was tired of it. So when you told me you felt uneasy about Natalie when she first moved in, I sold that info online and twisted the story so that it looked like Tom liked Natalie and they were a potential couple.”

“Oh my god.” Harrison said as he let his head down. “You made Natalie think that Tom was in love with her secretly thats why she had become so persistant.”

Kate slowly nodded as she took another breath. “As for the fan accounts I can’t tell you much because I was just asked to create them by the Unknown number.”

“Wait so you’re not the unknown number?” Harry asked confused.

Kate shook her head. “I don’t who it is. Im just a vicitim as much as you guys are.”

“No cut that bullshit. It’s because of you that all of our lives are a mess. It’s because of you that I had to lose the most important thing in my life. So don’t say you’re a fucking victim when all you really did was try to save your own ass.” Y/N yelled.

“You didn’t have to if you were so confident in your relationship with Tom.” She spat back.

“I love Tom with all my heart, but I was referring my best friend. I never want to see you again.” Y/N states, emotionless. No one had ever seen Y/N like this. In fact no one had ever seen her mad as she was on this very day. The day she lost her best friend.

Y/N went to her room to quickly gather her belongings, stuffing them back in the bag. Her phone was ringing and she didnt hesitate to pick it up.

“Tom...” she answers, holding back her sobs.

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[jising-jisang-jisung]

hello there, can you please write 15 fluff w/crush jaemin and the reader is hella oblivious af

15 "Stop flirting with me"

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Jaemin made yet another provocative comment, not forgetting to add a wink on for extra pizazz.

"Stop flirting with me!" You shout, finally having enough. Jaemin was always flirting with you and of course he made you swoon. But he also flirted with other girls and Jeno, so you knew it wasn't to be taken seriously.

"Why? You don't like it?" He says in a low voice, not taking your outburst seriously.

"No, it's not that," you contemplate telling him about how you really feel.

"Then what is it?" He tilts his head, intentionally making you swoon even more.

"I just," you start, looking away from Jaemin. "I don't want to get my feelings confused." You're afraid to look at him, as if he could read all of your thoughts with one glance into your eyes.

"Oh?" He grabs your chin, tilting your head to look him in the eyes. "What feelings?" He draws his lips into a cocky smirk, but it was really hot.

"I like you, Jaemin! So don't flirt with me if you don't mean it!" You finally tell him.

"Who said I didn't mean it?"

"Huh?"

"I thought it was obvious that I like you," he furrows his eyebrows, making his confusion known.

"Wait, you do?"

Rather than answering you with words, he leant down and pressed a quick kiss to your lips. You pull back, shocked. 

"What the heck," you whisper, kicking yourself for reacting so stupidly. "Well, how was I supposed to know," you defend.

"Duh," he nods at you. "The flirting," he emphasizes the syllables as if it will prove your idiocy.

"You flirt with everyone," you scoff, turning away.

"Do I do this with everyone," he grabs your cheeks and kisses you more slowly this time.

"Hmm I don't know, you do seem awfully close with Jeno," you tease him, laughing at how his features tighten.

"For the record, I haven't. But if I had, there are still plenty of other activities I have reserved just for you." You can't help but blush at his slightly suggestive comment. "Y/n, get your mind out of the gutter and focus on me," he pouts. You didn't remember him being so clingy before. "Cmon," he grabs your hand, "let's go get some snacks." Jaemin practically drags you down to a shop and insists on paying for everything you want.

[miraculous-mari-netta]

I would love Chat Blanc fics. Like maybe Adrienette dating, what happened after they kissed, Lila and Chloe, What Ifs

1.) chloe’s reaction

Chloe watched from the top of the stairwell.

“They look utterly ridiculous!” She stormed off with Sabrina close behind. “What does Adrien even see in Dupain-Cheng?”

“I-I don’t know, Chloe. I don’t know why he’d date her.” Sabrina reassured her. “Maybe— maybe he’s trying to make you jealous because he’s actually in love with you!”

“Adrien wouldn’t do that!” Chloe snapped, causing Sabrina to almost drop her bag. “We’re childhood friends. Our bond is unbreakable— even Gabriel Agreste agrees.” She emphasized his name. “If Dupain-Cheng really thinks that she’s enough for Adrien, she’ll soon realize she’s sorely mistaken.”

“Ms. Bustier!” Alya approached the teacher before class. “Can I switch seats with Adrien? Marinette and I are... having a disagreement.”

“Of course. Do you want to talk about the problem?” The teacher smiled.

“Nope. Have a good day!” Alya ran off and waved at Ms. Bustier.

“Girl, I got a surprise for you!” Alya hugged Marinette. “You’ll see it in class.”

“What?” Marinette asked, but she was already being whisked off to Ms. Bustier’s class.

“Alya, switch seats with Adrien please.” Ms. Bustier said as she entered the classroom.

Marinette was now seated next to Adrien, just like Alya intended. Marinette looked back at her BFF who gave her a wink. It was gonna be a good class.

Chloe was fuming across the aisle. She stood up suddenly and slammed her hands on the desk.

“Ms. Bustier, can I change seats? With Marinette?” She practically growled.

“Um, calm down Chloe.” Ms Bustier said nervously. “If you want a new seat, you can sit next to Lila.” She gestured to the seat in the back row.

Chloe was upset, but took her bag and sat down next to Lila nonetheless. She might as well be alone with her thoughts.

“Today we’ll be working on your essays due next Friday. You can peer edit with your desk partner.” Ms Bustier explained, handing out paper to the students. “Make sure to give constructive feedback.”

Everyone in the class was chatting instantly, except Chloe and Lila. Marinette and Adrien were sitting in the front row, laughing and smiling. Chloe wrote so angrily that her pencil tip snapped. She got up and crossed the room to sharpen it, all the while having to watch Adrien and Marinette share their essays.

Chloe sat back down, a look of pure anger still on her face. She picked up her essay, and noticed something written neatly on the top.

“Do you want Adrien back?” The neat cursive read.

Chloe turned to the girl sitting next to her, who was quietly writing. Lila looked at her out of the corner of her eye with a knowing smile.

“What do you want?” Chloe said in a low voice, looking back at her essay.

“The same thing you want.” Lila said without looking up from her paper. “I can break them up. I just need a small favor from you.”

“What is it?”

“Buy me an Adobe photoshop subscription.”

“What? Why?” Chloe was shocked. Why would Lila need photoshop?

“Do it and Adrien is yours.” Lila promised.

“I want an explanation first.” Chloe crossed her arms, leaning back in the seat.

Lila paused from her writing, and looked at Chloe.

“...I need to photoshop a picture of myself with some celebrities.” She explained quietly. “If you tell anyone—“

“So you’re a liar?” Chloe scoffed. “Whatever. You’re good, I’ll give you that.”

Lila rolled her eyes and extended her hand. “Do we have a deal?”

Chloe hesitated. “Fine.”

They shook hands.

There was a beat of silence before Chloe spoke up.

“Don’t you have an allowance?”

“Not after I bombed the mock exams from last week.”

“Ah.”

“Would you like to come over during lunch break, Adrien? My dad made fruit cake!” Marinette asked as she walked down the front steps.

“Sure! Your parents are super nice. And they’re good bakers.” Adrien took Marinette’s hand as they walked over to the bakery.

Chloe stormed up to Lila after watching the couple leave.

“You said you’d break them up! I should’ve known you wouldn’t actually—“

“These things take time. Calm down.” Lila responded. “Look, I’m modeling with Adrien later today. I’ll work on it then.”

“I don’t have time to wait!” Chloe yelled. “I’m taking action now.”

Lila grabbed Chloe’s arm, stopping her from chasing the couple. “If you’re going to do something, at least let me come with you so you don’t do anything stupid.” Lila said harshly.

“Hi Adrien!” The Dupain-Chengs greeted him. “You can head upstairs, there’s food in the fridge.”

“Thanks Mom.” Marinette kissed her mother on the cheek and hugged her dad. “Cmon Adrien.”

Only a minute later, Chloe and Lila walked into the bakery.

“Hello!” Lila smiled at the bakers. “Marinette forgot her phone at school, so Chloe and I thought we’d bring it back to her.”

“Oh thank you, girls. You can leave it here.” She pointed next to the cash register.

“Could we actually go see her? We have some drama to tell her about!” Lila gave her best exaggerated laugh.

“...alright, head upstairs.” Sabine said. “Oh and Chloe—“ she turned to her, “I’m glad you and Marinette are now friends.”

“Yeah we’re f-f...friends.” Chloe hissed forcefully.

Lila scoffed at her horrible lying. “Let’s go!” She pulled Chloe upstairs.

The two girls managed to slip past the couple since they were playing video games. They snooped around Marinette’s room, looking for something to use against Marinette.

“Here” Lila said, taking pictures of Adrien off of the wall. “We just need him to come upstairs.” She explained as she tore up the pictures.

“How do we do that?” Chloe whispered, watching as Lila scattered ripped pictures across the floor.

“Knock over the mannequin. Then we can hide up there.” Lila pointed to the hatch that lead to the balcony.

Chloe pushed the mannequin over, and the two girls escaped to the balcony.

“What was that?” Marinette said, hearing a thump come from her room. “I’ll go check it out.”

She walked up the stairs to her room, leaving Adrien alone in her living room.

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this.” He whispered to Plagg. “I’m going to transform and enter from the balcony to help her.”

Marinette gasped, seeing her pictures on the floor. She picked the mannequin back up, and looked around the room for any evidence.

“Marinette, someone broke in!” Tikki whispered. “Transform! It might be dangerous.”

“Okay, but we need to hurry. I don’t want Adrien to come up here.”

Chloe and Lila crouched on the balcony, listening for arguing downstairs.

“Where are they?” Chloe stood up, but before she could check, she heard a voice from behind her.

“Breaking and entering, ladies?” Chat Noir landed on the balcony. “Shameful.” For once, he didn’t look like he was joking.

“Chat Noir! Ladybug told us to hide here because—“ Lila began, but was soon interrupted by a flash of red.

“Did I?” Ladybug glared at the girls. “What happened here, Chat?”

“These girls broke into your— I mean, Marinette’s house. I didn’t see any real damage luckily.” He explained, standing next to ladybug.

“You’ve really outdone yourself, Lila.” Ladybug clapped mockingly. “Bringing Chloe into this? Out of jealousy? You’re sick.”

“There’s morning you can do about it.” Lila stood up, clenching her fists. “Adrien will be mine, and Marinette can’t stop me.”

Chat Noir snapped. “You do not get to threaten Marinette. She’s more talented than you. She’s smarter than you. She will not lose to you. And if you think you can mess with her, then you need to think again. Because if you do anything to Marinette, I will do the same to you.” He said angrily, causing Lila to step back in fear.

Ladybug seemed almost as shocked as Lila at Chat’s anger. He’d never been this serious before. But she did feel safer knowing that Lila wasn’t going to bother her anymore.

Ladybug looked at Chloe, almost feeling bad for her. She was just lonely— she wasn’t evil like Lila. But both superheroes left the scene as quickly as they had arrived.

Chloe was frozen on the balcony, hating herself. She angered her hero and literally committed a crime—

“Get up.” Lila pulled her up. “I have one last thing to do.”

“Nothing can fix this.” Chloe had tears in her eyes— she’d never be queen bee again.

“Yes, but I can still take down Marinette.” Lila reassured her.

“Thank you for bringing this to my attention, Lila.” Gabriel shook the girl’s hand. “I’ll make sure to break them up.”

Lila grinned on her way out. She always won.

“Nathalie, go to the Dupain-Cheng bakery. I need to speak with them.” Gabriel turned to his tablet, already planning the next akumatization. “Marinette Dupain Cheng will be my masterpiece.”

*I’m not sure where this prompt even went to be honest— writing chloe and Lila was interesting though. I do think they’d be good scheming partners. Sorry if this wasn’t what the prompt asked for— I ended up merging the chloe and Lila reactions towards Adrienette. Thanks for the prompt and feel free to give feedback!

[spacemilkies]

Could you do a Ben Hargreeves request where the reader and Ben dated and were in love before he died and the readers always been there for Klaus so they're like best friends but the reader doesn't know that Ben is with Klaus after he dies since he wants her to be able to move on even though he's always gonna love her but obviously it comes out? Like fluff flashbacks to them being happy and in love. I love your writing btw!

title: the wheels go round and round

pairing: ben hargreeves x reader; platonic!klaus hargreeves x reader

summary: 

the three of you were like a three-wheeled bike

but then you lost a wheel

its a good thing most bicyles can run on two wheels …

right?

a/n: bless the day to umbrella academy. after months of drought, it rained down 5k+ words on my soul

hope you like!

It was more than just an itch.

When describing the sensation of feeling the departed, Klaus had always summarized the connection to an itch.

But it was more than that.

It was a whisper at times and a shout at its worst.

It was both the burn of a cigarette and the sharp punch of frost.

Klaus no longer just enjoyed life because since the day he was born, he’d been destined to share it. Whether it be someone’s brother, mother or aunt.

He couldn’t simply exist without the obligation of presenting himself as a window to those who have departed. They were tethered to him, mere specters unable to indulge in their own whims.

But more often than not, Klaus felt like the collar was around his own neck. The hallucinations tightening around his throat like a noose.

It was suffocating.

Until the few times it wasn’t.

The moments where Ben was on one side,

and you were on the other.

“Please … Klaus. Not tonight.”

Had he had the energy, Klaus would have rejoiced. In the sea of hell, submerged in a pool of souls, hearing his dear brother’s voice was like breaking the surface.

Regrettably, at times he’d been too deep to begin with. The rapid ascend cracking his chest with aches and muddling the shores of his mind.

Or perhaps it was just the cocaine.

‘Twas all a blur at this age.

Except for his brother.

Klaus had been convinced that his brother’s multiple appendages had followed him into the next life, where they finally joined into one.

One string enough to define the parameters of life and death.

One potent enough where Klaus could almost feel the warmth of his finger tips.

No, this was definitely the cocaine speaking.

Shuddering past the residue, eyes fixated forward despite the obvious request for his attention. He learned long ago that it was much easier to escape the allure of desires that were not his own this way.

Of course, the notion worked better with strangers.

“And what exactly did I promise, dear brother?”

He knew.

Ben only sought him out for two things: loneliness and you.

And the two were often more intertwined than independent.

The phantom steps weren’t quite as soundless when the familiar gait in his memory coupled with reality. With his head bowed, Klaus only allowed himself the view of the restless sneakers planted in front of him.

He would account for deniability for just a little longer. Just until the fog lifted.

Yes, there was one plus to his powers.

No matter how much his brother wanted to launch him into kingdom come with the flick of his very murderous friends, there was just no true density to his physical wants.

“Klaus were going to be late. The recital starts in less twenty minutes. “

And in the other side of town, Klaus recalled groggily of the event he wasn’t suppose to remember. Not only would he be pushing the limits of his rather shallow physicality, but he would also suffer to the sharp keys struck in cohesion to whatever dated classical piece chosen for the night.

He could still hear the thundering notes of the last one echoing off the sides of his skull.

The agony of the preservation of music.

“Klaus!”

“Fuck!” Scrambling to his feet, the disheveled man shakily reached for the wall for balance. A few of his trivial belongings clattered to the street below. At least they were disposable now, there was no way he’d be able to make the trip back down again.

Beyond the determination, there was a hint of sympathy in Ben’s gaze. Despite being forever frozen in time by passing, Klaus felt like he was still growing despite the absence of aging. That and Klaus always had a soft spot for his sixth placed sibling.

Well, shit, there went his small window of deniability.

Smoothing his hands down the tattered and grimy black of his clothing, Klaus snuffed audibly as he looked down the alleyway.

“Well let’s get going then.”

____

“Fucking cmon, man.”

Klaus let out a quiet groan of disgruntlement when he peered around the corner once more. Much like like last three times, funding his brother just as ensnared with his significant other.

Despite his warnings, neither of the couple had kept things chaste. He’s managed to get more than an eyeful of Ben’s wandering hands and exposed skin.

Keeping a timer was a futile attempt.

They were too young to die.

Practically skinned alive by their father for sneaking out again.

Getting caught for it again.

All for love.

Teenage reckless love.

Counting upward, skipping a few useless numbers along the way, Klaus finally decided on a limit and turned back to the pair with a stronger resolve.

“As distastefully envious I am of your abrupt jump from bases so quickly, I’m afraid you’ll deny me the opportunity to try the same in the future if we don’t get going,” he emphasized with a pointed look at anything but the two flushed individuals.

Ben let out an equality frustrated huff and you laughed in turn.

And Klaus…,

Poor Klaus was just ready to end it all.

Ben drew you in close once more for a quick snog, one teetering close to another endless makeout fest without his brother’s grunt.

“Alright, alright. I’ll see you tomorrow, after your classes?”

Your face scrunched in thought, before clearing with recollection and you shook your head,” I have practice tomorrow evening.”

Ben’s bottom lip pulled downward at the thought, but you quickly remedied it with a peck on the cheek and a suggestion.

“But maybe, we can meet at night? At the cafe?”

The question was directed more towards the lingering Klaus, who rolled his eyes.

The gesture met by silence.

Seconds ticking into minutes, until he couldn’t take it any longer.

He threw up his arms in exasperation.

“Fine, you little miscreants. I swear if you two drag me through a teenage pregnancy. I will kill you both and drag your souls into my bedroom to view a true the horrors of entangled lovers.”

_

“Ugh, I don’t know.”

Rubbing sleepily under the droop of his eyes, Klaus was willing to bet anything as long as it got him back in bed before noon. If someone told him something like friendship was such a binding contract, he would have gladly done without it.

The remaining option of pure solicitude and his family be damned.

Anything less would have had him in bed still.

“Look, Ben will love anything you get him. He’s easy like that,” he quipped around a yawn.

What he didn’t mention was how frankly any of them would take a grain of salt if it came as a gift on their names-day.

Who knew being born without an identity would come without the rest of the joys in the world. But with everything else denied, what was one more traumatized shard of a misplaced childhood.

When he finally returned to reality, he found you standing just under him, your nose barely bringing the line of his shoulder. You were watching intently, in a way that could only be described as expectation.

Ah, you’d said something else hadn’t you?

God, he was just making this much longer for himself.

What did Ben even like?

Surely under all the endless screaming and turmoil Klaus had been present enough to at least learn something impertinent about his brother.

All of his siblings mumble of wants.

A proper life.

A real family.

Friends.

Bringing together all two of his lingering brain cells, he squared his shoulders with a posture of authority. “A music book.”

To his suggestion, your nose twisted into a look of pure disbelief.

Oh, you unfortunate clueless little doll. If only he had the time to introduce you to the chaotic world his brother had created to express his undying love for you.

“A music book, because he likes to understand you. You and that complicated, beautifully musically-inclined brain that he’s so obsessed with. Poor boy is tone deaf, but if he can keep up with you literately, then he’s a happy monkey.”

His lips pulled at the joke that went over your head with no reminiscence.

All that mattered was that his brother would be happy.

You would be sated.

And he could get his ass back to sleep.

Klaus felt like something worse than a train had plowed into him. Which was ironic, because he couldn’t think of much else that would leave his body wriggling in agony.

Just the effort needed to part his eyelids felt like shouldering the weight of cinderblocks. The trials of it all would have been much more terrifying had it only been the first occurrence.

Fortunately, or supposedly unfortunately given his state of health, this was far from the first time that he’d found himself plastered to his brother’s couch. His impromptu visits were really beginning to affect the integrity of the upholstery, he mused as he picked lethargically at the dried flakes of his own spittle.

Not even on his best day could Klaus recall exactly where they’d drug him from this time. He tended to only bare the scorches of hell not the memories of it.

A low rumble of thunder tickled at his consciousness, and his body managed to comprehend the action to find the available window perched just east of his grungy nest.

To find only instant regret as the bright rays began the thrall if his punishment.

No storm then.

Then what was- oh.

“The parents are arguing,” He sang alone and off tune to the accompaniment of two voices just beyond his reach. Despite its size, their cute little kitchen managed manifest acoustics only found in the hazy mists if his shower.

“He needs to go to rehab, Ben! This is getting ridiculous.”

“Rehab isn’t going to cure the voices. “

Understanding the horrors behind why Klaus was such a dysfunctional mess had done nothing to deter your efforts to provide him with solace.

More often than not he found himself drug to recitals and practice performances where you felt the noise would help to overcome the screams.

It may have been a nicer sentiment should he have control of the playlist if songs. He was more likely to fall asleep and face his maker than find peace.

Indirectly he found himself observing Vanya on more than one occasion, however, a Samaritan token that he hoped he could cash in at some point in the future

“So were suppose to just let him keep doing this to him self. “

Oh bless your soul.

Klaus shoulders rolled in a crooked dance as his hand touched the three places out of order to a religion he had no experience dabbling in.

May the big guy or women upstairs truly gift you for your heart.

“Baby, it’s not that easy…”

Well, gift you more than they had when they wrapped Ben up and presented him to you.

Klaus wondered if you recognized the veteran you were when it came to keeping the real monsters at bay.

“You think when this is all over … think I could marry her?”

The question was asked so causally that Klaus nearly inhaled the paper roll balanced between his lips. Ben, this little rascal, hardly missed a second as he reached over to take a puff for himself.

A slow dazed smile curled at his lips, his mind floating up and away in chase of the cloud.

All the while, Klaus nearly died from an abrupt pneumonectomy.

“Sorry, I’d like to dissect this first. When what’s over? Sorry to break it to you, but those powers aren’t going anywhere.”

That was a long dead dream amongst all the siblings. This was their life and they just had to adapt to make the best of it.

Funny, he couldn’t remember if he’d heard that from mom or dad.

Frankly, their mother was an autonomous robot programmed by their father, so he supposed they were one in the same.

He shudders at the visage.

Ben took another long drag before handing the joint back, letting the smoke settle in him before releasing it out into the world. He was becoming such a professional, Klaus almost wanted to cry.

Rolling his head back, Ben caught his brother’s gaze, the same languid grin still plastered on his lips,” I mean the old man has got to die at some point right? Then we’d be free.”

Except the old geezer just couldn’t seem to find the bucket to kick. Klaus had to wonder if he was even born with one.

Maybe that’s why he took everything from them, because he lost his bucket. Since he had to suffered it was only right that he did.

Scoffing, Klaus fell back into the cushions of the couch. Their father dying would just be one nightmare for another to him. While his other siblings lived their life, he’d be the unlikely bastard still hearing dead old dad.

He waved his brother to continue,” So dad dies. He has no more control. Enter your bride to be. What could go wrong ?”

“They could say no.”

The taste of rejection was familiar and thick, a viscous emotion that was contagious in all the worst ways. It was an airborne virus, a bacterial infection- a stigma embedded into the very walls they grew up in.

They’d spent their whole lives being discarded from the inside. How would they handle the same on the outside?

Well Klaus certainly didn’t think that Ben deserved that.

“You’re an idiot. Of course they would say yes.”

And when that lazy smile brightening with the energy of the sun, Klaus thinks, yeah it’ll be alright.

___

Except it’s not.

It’s the opposite of okay.

___

“Did you know he wanted to marry me?”

Klaus looks up in surprise, though somewhere in the back of his mind he knew he shouldn’t. You were equally as expressive as you were aware. To be honest, you had to be to keep up with them.

Just because they were a danger, didn’t mean they weren’t inherently surrounded by it as well.

As fate brought about.

Ben always made sure to keep you on your toes. Scolding you when your back was turned to the happenings of the world. It was done out of love, to protect you from what you couldn’t see.

Your defense when he wasn’t there.

So of course you’d been primed to pick up on little mannerisms and peculiarities. Lately, when the two of you were alone, wrapped up in your lovers nest, Ben often lost himself to his own thoughts.

But naturally that wasn’t enough to support the little investigation.

No, you needed evidence.

The little box hidden behind the bookshelf was more than enough to close the case.

You still had it.

Unsure of what to do with it now. It didn’t seem like a family heirloom, but what did you know ?

The touch of your own hand stroked fondly over the fingers of your left, a quirk of a sullen smile twitching halfheartedly.

“Yeah, I knew. It was so easy to tell with him.”

Ben’s manifestation came as easy as a whisper yet felt like the heavy side of an iron hammer. He hovered between the two of them, uncertainty rooting his presence just short of reaching you.

His face twisted at the sight of your solemn agony as you picked apart the memories of your life together.

“Every recital I kept wonder if that was going to be the day. “

Klaus could only watch it play out, no plausible intervention available in his capacity to offer comfort. The wound was still so fresh and deep with all of them. The two of you together were just barely managing to keep the gape from tearing wider.

“Then I realized, that wouldn’t be his style. He’d probably try to stick it in a milkshake then freak out when I went for a spoon.”

Ben’s broken laugh cracks his chest, rattling like a case of skeletons. Klaus is glad you can’t hear it, the torment of its sound would only plague his nightmares.

“I would have said yes without a ring.”

When Ben reaches for her, Klaus can’t help but do the same. The urge feels like his own, physically, but when his brother lays his hand atop the pile the warmth doesn’t feel like it’s coming from his own body. At the touch, it sparks an array of emotions he’d only once viewed through a one way mirror.

Now he was the window.

Too bad it was already broken.

“I would have said yes to anything.”

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“Every time. I know you say you’ll see me again, but damn, you really surprise me, Klaus.”

When Klaus draws you in for a hug, its more than instinctual. Its not an ambient desire.

Its a whim of his own, something that he takes his own personal comfort in.

His.

So maybe he’s a little disgruntled, when a third pair of arms joins the embrace.

And maybe, he’s a little smug when you only respond to his warmth, and his alone.

Call it his own payment.

Grinning, you brush away the damp fringe from your flushed cheek. You always called performing a rush. He thought living with Vanya would help him understand that, but it seemed that music lover’s were truly just one of a kind.

“Tell her how amazing she sounded.”

Ben encroaches on the moment again, and Klaus grits his teeth to bare the grin as he recites the words. Sometimes he wonders if he you can hear his voice as well as he can. The two of you always had such a special connection.

It was a shame that death had to be the one thing that built a wall between you.

With a sigh that could double as exhaustion, you leaned back on your heels. The adrenaline of the recital was finally wearing off. All the long nights and endless dance of fingers across the keys had waned down to this moment, and now it was over.

For now at least.

Give or take a few weeks, just short of a month or two and you would be back at it again.

“So … you look … good?” You winced at the delivery but prided yourself on how it didn’t come out sounding like an interrogation. It was so difficult to properly voice your worries when it came to Klaus.

So much had changed over the years.

You thought you would be able to function without the third wheel.

Most bikes ran on just two after all.

But Klaus seemed to need that third wheel in a capacity that you just couldn’t understand. Frankly, there were a lot of things you didn’t quite comprehend and you had practically dated a superhero.

But with Ben it had been not easy but simpler in all the ways that came natural as being together.

Klaus was the opposite in more ways the one.

Yet so explicitly streamlined down the single reason that he wasn’t alone.

He was never really alone.

No matter how often you tried to fill the space with your presence, some skeleton from the past managed to draw him away.

You think thats the one thing you hated most about the house he grew up in. Despite all those people, it had been voided from so much love that it got to the point that he’d let anything in.

And now he didn’t know how to close the door.

He was getting so weathered just standing at the entrance, taking whatever was thrown at him.

Klaus managed his usual exaggerated grin, and you made no comment of how it drooped a the side. “Oh, but thank you my dear. Truly, here I thought no one would noticed how I walked straight off the runway to make it here on time.”

Laughing came easy, even when it was forced.

“Well, I appreciate it. I really do, Klaus. Everytime.”

Klaus lifts his shoulders and let him fall in his own quirky way,“It’s what he would have wanted.”

“Still wants.” Ben’s words drift like a breeze.

You reach for his hand, meaning every word as they cross your lips,“Yeah, well, he had a great brother.”

There was no denying that your friendship had fractured from being on the receiving end of the blow that was Ben’s death. Things weren’t quite as they were, lacking the instrumental piece that his ghost couldn’t be to bridge your worlds.

But it wasn’t broken.

Ben wouldn’t allow it. He kept Klaus alive, pushing him to remain conscious and aware of the world. Even if his brother’s motivations were selfish demonstrations of his own agendas.

At the end of the day, Klaus retained your friendship.

And in a world of apparitions, it was nice to reach for something and have it met half way.

“Yes, thank you. I’m glad he can hear that and my efforts are for naught.”

Ben flittered between the two of you, instinctively drawn into your orbit. Klaus tried not encroach, but unable to not watch as Ben tried in vain to grasp the wisps of your hair. The intentions phased through you without your notice yet Ben’s look of complacence didn’t falter in the slightest.

It’s what he wanted for you after all.

Your blissful unawareness would be necessary for you to properly prefers in a world without him.

Even when he was still there to watch your steps forward.

“We should treat her to her favorite cafe.”

Ben was back at his side, flickering in and out of space with ease. The question snapped Klaus out of his revere and he found himself answering audibly in reflex,“Oh yes, with my limited funds.”

Your brow furrowed in confusion,

“Sorry?”

Klaus waved you off, not having to explain in detail for once or come up with an exuberant tale to mask his insanity. “Oh, not you.”

Your eyes flashed with recognition. Apart as you were, you weren’t as accustomed to Klaus day to day demons. The man who was once a constant in your life managed to fade to the background without your say so. You knew he was doing it out of his own attempts to shield you. 

With Ben, you were a proper team, one that could at least attempt to maintain the forlorn sibling. But alone, it felt like you were a mere spectator.

“Is it getting worse? I mean its, always worse right?”

“Not… always,” he trailed off.

“Klaus you cant keep drowning them away the way you are. Its not healthy.”

This really wasn’t how he planned for this evening to go. But you were a lecturer at heart and consequently he was your favorite subject. He had resist the urge to make a face when Ben hummed in agreement. “I know that.”

He looked up at the touch of your hand, trying hard not get to far swept into your altruistic stigma. Without Ben around, he’d managed to do a better job of dragging you into his mess rather than allow you to pull him out.

You were just too helpful.

Always loaning money or your couch to rest on.

Just attending your performances hardly felt like a redemption to all your kindness. Ben certainly felt that way. In Klaus defense, he never lead a very virtuous life to begin with. Besides, wasn’t the point of all this for you to live your own life?

Ben had died, leaving you two to reform a friendship in his absence. Sure, it was the squeakiest wheel but it turned.

You had just as strong of a hand in keeping him afloat.

“Then act like you mean it. I know its not fair for me to simplify something so difficult, but you just have to cut them out.”

Klaus wondered if he’d imagined the hitch in your voice or if Ben had noticed it as well. Your gaze had lowered as you delivered into your speech, hiding away the true emotions festering beneath. Klaus didn’t know what he would do if the sniffling began. He was oh so terrible when it came to managing emotions that were not his own.

Who was he kidding, he hardly had a reign on those.

But you continued on. Your stance growing sterner with every word.

“Let the past go.”

“Forget about them.”

“Move on.”

They were the same words regurgitated from Ben’s own request to see that you moved on properly after his death. He hadn’t wanted you to remain stuck on his ghost, remembering what had been and constantly reimagining what could be.

More importantly, he wanted you to let go of him completely, so that you wouldn’t seek him out in Klaus.

Klaus always found it odd how you never showed any addition resistance to Ben’s ‘dying’ request. Not that he expected you to declare vengeance. But you knew, he was a walking window to the world of the dead. Knew that if he tried enough, he could manifest Ben back to you. But you never asked.

You just smiled and nodded.

Ben pretended to be unaffected, tried to convince himself that it was what he wanted. But Klaus knew he was hurting from the lack of contact. Yearning to use the advantage only his brother could provide.

Wanting.

Needing.

It just wasn’t fair.

“Even Ben?”

Ben was in front of him immediately, his face hardened in the event of Klaus breaching their deal. But Klaus was done with the suffering, tired of making everyone around him feel it too.

At one point in their lives, they were all happy.

And it was time to stop acting like Ben’s absence was the end of it all.

“Ben…”

Klaus expected more tears. Something of a sort of production of dramatics that would call attention to your private moment. He certainly had the theatrics in him to do so. But you were just … quiet. As if hearing Ben’s name aloud had stripped the sound from your voice.

Ben looked at him with chagrin, mouth already moving to berate Klaus’ impulsive decision,” Look what you did- all our progress.”

“I didn’t want to! I just-”

“Ben, its fine.”

The silence that followed was deafening. It took them both a moment more to realize which of the pair you’d called out to. And with such confidence. You’d just included yourself in the conversation as if you’d been there from the start.

As if you’d-

“You knew…”

Klaus somehow managed to add more foundation to Ben’s fractured words. The weight of the realization suddenly splintering the mirage you’d all built together to keep the world spinning. You’d all contributed to the great tragedy in which no one was truly happy.

“That you could see him?” Your shrug was lopsided. The weight uneven as you offloaded your own demons. “Klaus, you can see everyone. Of course, I figured you would seek out your own brother.” You said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Like there were idiots for thinking otherwise.

In a way they were.

“But you never-”

” -said anything?” You interrupted with another sluggish shrug,” Ben made it pretty clear that he didn’t want me to know. The least i could do was respect those wishes.”

You’d do anything for Ben.

Even forget.

Or pretend to, at least.

What would you be, if you couldn’t meet his last request.

Frankly, it was all too much for Klaus, his body shaking with misplaced laughter as the situation settled within him. You truly knew them- knew them both better than they knew themselves. They’d presented a game and got played by it.

Ben was fairing slightly better, daring to even smile a little in muted pride. Klaus finds himself thrown back in time, the same feeling of trespassing establishing within him when Ben reaches out with a phantom hand to stroke your cheek.

Swallowing around the barrier, Klaus narrates helpfully,” He’s uh- stroking your cheek. Or trying to at least.”

For some reason you all laugh, your accompanied by bringing your own hand up to touch the side of your face. You’d managed to find the right cheek without either of their guidance. Not that anyone was surprised anymore.

“I’ve missed you.”

Oh how Klaus wished you could hear Ben. Something you could all agree on. But he played his part, being the voice needed to maintain the connection,” “He misses you.”

When you open your eyes, your gaze is more watery than it had been before,” Yeah, I’ve missed you too.” 

Klaus is caught off guard when your hand extends out, fingers flexing. At first he thinks you’d dared to try to reach for Ben, hopeful for a missing touch. But instead he finds your gaze trained on him, your touch as warm as he remembers.

“I knew I could rely on him to keep you alive. “

Ben chuckles fondly,” Damn right.”

You sigh audibly through your nose, giving Klaus one last squeeze before letting go. “Honestly, this is great. I felt so weird trying to pretend like he wasn’t there. Seriously, you two share one brain cell. As long as you’re functioning, it was safe to assume Ben wasn’t far.”

The jib was popular joke of yours when Ben was still alive. The two brothers were a mix of mischief that you rarely managed to keep up with. Together they were a duo, but the three of you were more than a trio.

A unit that sheltered each other from the harshness of reality.

“I’ll take you up on those parfaits now. Maybe a hot chocolate with a shot. I know you’ve got something on you.“

Klaus was going to end up with whiplash by the end of the night with the way this conversation was going. You departed from them with a promise to return as quickly as you could change, leaving the two siblings floundering in place.

“I know I said this before, but your fiancé is strange.”

The way Ben smiles reminds Klaus of the day he decided that he was in love with you.

Ben didn’t even try to correct him.

“Yeah, but we like them that way.”

[might-guys-acorn]

First imagine ever, so a girl is sweating from the pressure. But this concepts been floating through my head for a while, so Im very excited. If you come across this, and want to make a request, Id be incredibly enthusiastic to do it :) Enjoy -🦎

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"Hi Puppy!" you chirped from the kitchen, as you heard a very disgruntled Kiba and Akamaru slump through the front door. You were finishing up dinner, but felt the energy shift as your boyfriend walked into the room and hunkered down in a chair next to the table.

"Hey, honey. Are you feeling alright?" You walked over and crouched in front of him, your perky attitude shifting to one of concern at the frustration painted on his face.

"Im fine, I guess. Actually, no Im definitely not. I just got back from the training grounds and that damned Naruto was there showing off all the jutsu he's been working on. Im so sick oF BEING 2 STEPS BEHIND THAT GUY, Y/N!" Kiba ranted, his volume gradually increased with every word, until he reached full volume. Akamaru trotted into the kitchen and let out a whine of agreement as he laid at his masters feet.

"Kiba. Baby. The issue here isnt Naruto getting stronger." You stood up and pulled up a chair across from him. You knew this had been on his mind for a while, he had a habit of grumbling about it to Akamaru, when he thought you were too busy to notice. This was the first time he's actually said anything to you about it, though, so you were trying to find the best way to word how you felt.

"Y/N. What the hell is that supposed to mean? That me and Akamaru are the problem? That we dont work hard enough? Because thatS BULLSHIT, AND YOU KNOW IT!" He was standing at this point, and had smacked his fist down on the table to emphasize the point.

"Shhhh, dont put words in my mouth Kiba. Let me finish, will you? The fact that Naruto is getting stronger isnt the problem. Because you and Akamaru are getting stronger too", you leaned down to pat the tired dog on the head. "You were literally telling me the other day about a new jutsu you guys were working on. This isnt a competition, Puppy, because you and Naruto have your own strengths and weaknesses. Its like comparing apples and oranges. Naruto might be impressive, that much credit I'll give him. But you, my love, have the biggest heart Ive ever known. You work hard and love harder. You know that you and Akamaru are my heroes, and thats one thing Naruto will never have."

By the end of your spiel, Kiba took his seat again and grabbed both of your hands. You stood up, kissed his forehead, leaving him with his thoughts for a moment to go plate dinner. After a moment or so, Kiba got up and hugged you from behind, planting kisses on the crown of your head.

"Thank you, princess."

You turned around with three plates of food in your hands, and planted a light kiss on his lips. As you sat down 2 plates on the table and one on the floor, receiving a few licks from Akamaru before he tore into his plate, you turned to him and smiled "Of course, Puppy. Now go wash your hands before dinner."

"Aw cmon, Y/N, Im starving!!!"

[hopeless-starry-kingdom]

Murder at Hill House

Summary:Your friend hosts a murder mystery party and Tom thinks you’re the killer

“So we’re at a murder mystery party and I think you’re the killer”

Plot from the blog @dailyau and created by @bellgriffins :)

a/n:I started this probably in February and finally finished it lmaooo

It was that time of the year.Where your friend held her annual themed party.Last year the theme was The Roaring 20’s And it was safe to say everyone was Daisy and Gatsby.The year before that was superhero themed and to you went as the iconic Scarlett Witch.But this year,you were the most excited for.She was hosting a murder mystery party and you were very intrigued by the idea.And when you read your character,Amelia’s backstory you were so ready for this mystery

When you arrived at the house she had rented,it looked exactly like a mansion.It was creepy and old and you were so excited for it to start “Hey Y/N—I mean Amelia.Welcome”You snickered at your friend as she hugged you and welcomed you inside

“Catherine,this looks great.I’m so glad you came up with this idea”She hooked arms with you and led you into the living room where people were hanging out and having drinks “Me too.Okay,since every suspect is here,we’ll start.So let’s get in a circle and start reading our characters”

People started to go form a circle around the coffee table and everyone eyed the people in the circle,trying to get a feel of who would be the murderer

“Here’s the story.It was a late Friday night at the Hill House mansion.Mr.Douglas,the owner was getting ready for bed when suddenly the lights went out.He called for the maid,but no answer.He went to go investigate the cause but as he got to the top of the stairs,he fell.Or as the autopsy report says,he was pushed and feel to his death.Now the killer is in this room and it is your job to figure it out.We will go in a circle and read our characters and once we all read our characters out loud,everyone can have a chance and talk to each other and figure out the killer.Kelly will start”

And one by one,everyone in the circle began to read the card they were sent as their character.There was Kelly the nurse,Bill the butler,Caleb the chauffeur,Delilah the maid,Tristan and Terra the Estate and household managers,Daisy the cat sitter,Abigail the the chef,and finally the gorgeous boy with brown hair and brown eyes was the gardener,Brandon

“Y/N,you can read your character and than the fun will begin”Everyone turned to you and waited as you read out you character and where she was the night of the murder “My name is Amelia.I am the niece of Mr.Douglas and that night of the murder I was at home with with my boyfriend”You looked up and seen everyone’s face,you could tell they were very suspicious of you

“With that being said,good luck everyone.There will be clues scattered around so make sure you look out for them.Happy investigating”She winked before going straight to the bar

“Delilah” came up to you immediately with her top suspect card and started to interrogate you like there was no tomorrow.She then came to the conclusion that you didn’t kill Mr.Douglas.She left you to chat with the nurse and wonder who had done it.Her money was on the butler “Bill” because he lives there and it would be the perfect plot of murder.Her words.While yours was the chef “Abigail” because it said she wasn’t getting paid enough and when she asked for a raise,he said no.

“If he didn’t kill him,I might just have to ask him out after this”She winked at you and you both giggled because he was super attractive with blonde hair and blue eyes “Fuck it.Im gonna go talk to him”She set down her martini and fixed her self up “Wish me luck”

You laughed and took a look around the room.Eyeing up “Abigail” to see what she was doing and ready to ask her questions and look for clues.But as you finished your drink and was ready to go talk to her,a figure stood in front of you

“So do I have to call you Amelia this whole time while trying to interrogate you or may I get your real name,love”It was the same brown eyed cute boy from before.You bit your lip to repress a smile as he took a seat in front of you

“For now you can call me Amelia.If I tell you my real name then it would defeat the whole purpose of this game,Brandon”You emphasized his name and he chuckled with a shrug “Fair enough.But I’m gonna get to the chase,we’re at a murder mystery party and I think you’re the killer”

You raised you’re eyebrow at his statement.He was so bold with his wording and it made you laugh.You were not the killer. “Well I’ll have you know Brandon,I was with my boyfriend last night.We stood inside just about the whole time.Now you seem pretty suspicious yourself,garden boy”Brandon threw his head back and laughed at your last choice of words

“Now why do you think I killed him?”He raised his eyebrows at you as he took a sip of his drink “Well,cmon the gardener is a classic!Of course you killed him.I mean you said it yourself,he was letting you go”

“Okay,fine let’s make a bet”That intrigued you

“What kind of bet”

“If I guessed correctly and you are the killer you have to let me take you to dinner”You were taken back by his request and you felt the blush come to your cheeks but you nodded anyway “Okay and I If I win?”

“Whatever you want darling”He finished the last of his drink and left with a wink.You were stunned but felt the giddiness take over and you headed to the bar to ask the people there some questions.

About an hour later,you had narrowed it down to Abigail,Brandon,and Kelly.But now was the time to put in your vote.You looked at your three options and just as you were about to write down a name,Brandon caught your stare and sent a smirk your way.You rolled your eyes,smiling before writing down the name and folding it in your hand.

“Now the time has come,we will reveal who the killer is.Whoever wins gets a one-hundred dollar gift card to the Wine Bar”People started to cheer at the mention of free wine.You felt a body come closer to you and you looked up and seen Brandon

“Good luck”

“I don’t need it”

“3,2,1”The curtain dropped and a picture of Kelly was placed on the wall.You could see people visibly deflate,especially Brandon

“I solved it!”You cheered and everyone started clapping as you showed them your card “And we have a winner”Catherine handed you the gift card and gave you a hug before everyone started talking about how they had a feeling it was Kelly but wasn’t sure

“So I won”You smirked at the boy standing in front of you and he furrowed his eyebrows “But it wasn’t me.It was Kelly”

“Yeah,But you said whoever wins.You didn’t specifically say that it had to be you or me and that’s how we win”Tom mentally hit him self upside the head.He royally screwed up his chance of even getting to know you,he thought

“What’s your name”Tom was taken back but cleared his throat, “Tom”

“Well Tom,I’m Y/N”You were being bold and hoped it would pay off. “Why don’t you pick me up on Friday and we can cash out this gift card together”By then Tom’s eyes were coming out of his head and he was really surprised and realized he should probably answer

“Yes!”He coughed “Yes,Yeah.That-That sounds good.Amazing”You laughed at his stutter before nodding and grabbing a napkin and the pen you were holding and writing down your number and handing it to him

“Call me”And you walked to find your friend with a big smile on your face but when you turned back you couldn’t help the giggle escape your lips when you seen him,

“Jesus”Tom smiled and then laughed at your retreating figure,tucking the napkin in his pocket and fist bumping the air

[i-writeandread-blog]

Halloween (originally a one shot) Chapter 1

This was published as a one shot through @echelonlab but I needed to make an edit to the characters name (as it was originally Cat, and we can’t have that, now can we? Lol) I will change the title once I can come up with something clever. I’m open to suggestions. Anyway, here’s the new updated version. Enjoy!

"Delilah, you have to come.  It's Jared Leto's party. You love him.  Just say yes.  I know it's last minute, but you can't turn down this once in a lifetime opportunity."  Angie pleaded with me.

My friend Angie had just moved to LA and somehow managed to get invited to Jared's Halloween party.  I couldn't figure out if she was just lucky or if somehow she stalked the right people.  She didn't care about Jared or his band, but she knows this is a dream come true for me.

"I can't figure out how you did it, Ang.  Of all the people, you get invited to my absolute favorite humans place.  But as much as I want to come, how could I? Flights are expensive when they're last minute and in case you didn't know, I'm not loaded with cash."  I proffered.

"Delilah, you get on a plane and you come and you meet your idol, I don't want to hear anymore excuses. Do you understand?" She isn't going to let me decline, if I don't show up she'll be mad enough to go months without talking to me. I have no choice. Scared as I am, I am going to LA and I can only hope I can be in the same room with Jared and not fangirl, faint, or make a complete fool of myself.

                                    -~~-

Three days later I found myself exiting LAX airport and into the most welcoming of weather and arms.  LA from what I could tell was going to be amazing at every vantage point.  Except maybe the few sketchy areas we drove past.  I was glad Angie's apartment was nowhere near those places.  My eyes were wide and I felt child-like taking it all in.

Angie had been an extra at the film studios back home and when she decided to take a chance and try for bigger things in LA, everyone, myself included, thought she was nuts.  But in the 5 months since she arrived she had already been cast in a tv pilot.  It was anyone's guess as to if it'd actually be picked up by a network, but she seemed to think it would.

Her apartment was the size of a shoebox, but it was in West Hollywood where she assured me was the "place to be."  We didn't stay there but to sleep, so it wasn't that cramped. The next two days we shopped for my Halloween costume and I finally found pieces that would make the perfect one, much to Angie's dismay.

                                   -~~-

"Today's the day! Are you excited?" Angie bounces on the bed.  "Go away. It's too early!" I begin throwing pillows at her head.  "Not a chance sweetheart, I didn't barter with the devil only to miss out on my favorite girl meeting her celebrity crush. Get. out. of. bed. now!" She is tenacious as ever.

I am nervous and anxious. Time feels like it will stand still, but I know it is just my imagination.

'What will I say to him if given the chance? How will I keep my cool? Will he even notice me?' A million questions and thoughts start running through my head.

"Oh for Heavens sake, get out of your head! Drink your coffee and start getting dressed. It's already 1 in the afternoon, thanks to your laziness. If I didn't know any better I would think you're trying to get out of going." Angie screamed. "I am not! I'm just scared. Look you go get ready and I will do the same." I say even though a part of what she said is right.

I lay out the tights, shorts, and vest of my costume on the couch as Angie showers. As soon as she is done, it's my turn. I work out all the kinks in my neck and let the water massage my tense muscles. I get out and begin the process of making myself into the silliest of characters.

"I don't get your costume.  It's so weird.  I don't think anyone will know what or who you are."  Angie says as she puts on her slutty Little Red Riding Hood outfit.  "Yes, but HE will know. That's all that matters.  Sorry I couldn't be cliché like you!" I joke. I put on my hat to finish the look and we leave.

We still have several hours before the party but she insists we go out already dressed.  We go to eat at a diner and then since we are in Hollywood I request some light sightseeing on Hollywood Blvd.  Some people stop and give me a puzzling look. I smile and offer no explanations. To my right I hear a child say "look mommy it's Robin Hood."  I have to laugh because I can see where they would think that's what I am.

Time rushes by and it's now 8'o clock so we make our way up into the winding streets of Hollywood Hills and to the Wonderland compound.  I get out of the car, blowing out a breath I am holding, grab my props and repeat a mantra in my head, 'I am here. This will change your life, let's do this!'

"Cmon. Let's go have some fun and meet some crazy rich celebrities!"  Angie grabs my arm and pulls. "Wait! I'm not ready!" The words rush out past my lips.

Angie is trying to get me moving by saying, "It's go time, the time is nigh, now or never."

"Do or die." I whisper.

"Huh? Yeah whatever. Let's just go in. If it becomes too much for you, just squeeze my arm and we will leave, okay?" I begin squeezing her arm. "Not now dork! Give it at least 20 minutes."

The music is louder the closer we get to the door, people are arriving in droves, but I don't recognize anyone yet. We walk in and follow everyone else towards what I think is where Jared recently did a private concert for radio winners.

I notice Jared instantly. He's standing in the shadows apparently aware of everyone around him, his eyes darting around, but he's talking with Jamie and Jordan and laughing. I look away feeling a pang of guilt for staring in the first place. I can't help but think he looks gorgeous in his Jon Snow getup.

Almost immediately I find myself separated from Angie. Panic starts to rise up and I try to calm myself with breathing in and out. I don't know anyone here aside from her. I turn toward the entrance we walked in from, then back to the other garage-like door which opens out to the pool. There's people everywhere. I look back to where Jared was, but he's not there anymore.

"Oh no no no." I blurt out. Then directly behind me I hear, "I'm the only Bart Cubbins in this house." It's Jared's unmistakable voice. I gulp.

I turn to find myself face to face with Jared. My breathing hitches in my throat.  He gives me a sly smile and licks his lips.  I'm fairly certain I am going to pass out.  He stands back and gives me a once over look.  "This is perfection! I don't know why I didn't think of this."

I curtsy and almost immediately regret it. "It was the only thing I could think of to wear once I found these hats at a costume shop.  But I could never try to be the real Bart Cubbins." I explain to him. "Oh I don't know about that! Looks pretty spot on to me.  I'm Jared." He offers his hand.

Of course he has to know that I'm aware of who he is, after-all it is his party, but even if there were questions as to whether or not I knew it was his party and in fact him, the mere fact that I am dressed as his favorite Dr. Seuss character should be a good indicator.

"I'm Delilah. It's nice to meet you Jared." I shake his hand.  "Delilah, how did you come to be at my party? I don't recognize you?"  I begin to freak out. 'Am I not meant to be here? I'm gonna kill Angie!' The look of panic must be evident on my face because Jared laughs and says, "don't worry, I'm not kicking you out or anything, just didn't know why I've never had the pleasure of meeting you before."

"Im umm..." My throat is dry and I look around to see where the drinks in people's hands are coming from.  Jared notices.  "How about I get you a drink and we go sit somewhere quieter where we can talk?"  As much as I'd like to take him up on his offer I wouldn't dare dream on acting upon it.  "No, I don't want to take you away from your party and your friends."  He shakes his head, not letting me say no.

He leans in close.  "I'll tell you a secret, half the people here I don't like.  The other half are either friends or employees who won't even miss me if I leave."  I can't believe what he is saying.  Under different circumstances I would miss him if he left the room.  "Come.  I'll give you the grand tour."  He takes my hand and leads me into the house.  I notice several eyes on me as we make our exit.  He really has no idea how wrong he is about being missed.  Or I'm wrong and the people staring are looking for gossip fodder.

We enter the kitchen and he asks if I would like something to eat.  I shake my head no.  I'd throw up instantly from all the bundled up nerves inside of me going crazy.  He hands me a glass and asks what I would like to drink.  I tell him water to which he replies, "you're at a party, live a little." I think about it for a second.  "You don't drink, and you're at a party."  He steps back closing the fridge. "Touché. But I think you need some lubrication, you're too stiff."  He emphasizes the words lubrication and stiff.  It almost makes it sound sexual.  "Okay, I'll have whatever you think I should have, you're the boss."  He quickly makes up a gin and tonic and hands it to me.  I swallow it down quickly.  The corners of his lips curl up.  "I'll have another please, less tonic though."  He makes the 2nd one and then guides me to the next room of the complex.

There are a few people scattered around but as if they know something I don't, they scurry off as soon as we walk into each room.  He points out the living room, some office space, and a bathroom.  Then we go back to the stairs and I follow him up watching his ass the entire time.

"I feel your eyes on me little girl, do you like what you see?"  I blush.  "Yeah, it's quite the view." I reply.  The alcohol has opened up my self confidence, otherwise I'd have never said that aloud.

He turns around quickly and looks me over once again, almost as if he's seeing me for the first time. Or maybe he is undressing me with his eyes. I can't handle it so I keep walking past him.

"Mmm, now I have a nice view." He states matter of fact once I'm in front of him. As soon as we both reach the top of the stairs he pushes me against the wall. He's much stronger than I think anyone gives him credit for. "What's going on inside of your head?" He asks while tilting his head this way and that. "You're quiet now, what happened to the bold little girl from 30 seconds ago?" I giggle. "Oh for fucks sake, it's just a number." But I'm still giggling. He releases me and opens a door to the right of us.

"This is a guest room." I peek in and see a bed and some artwork.  He closes the door and steps across the hallway. "This is my moms room when she comes." He points to a door but doesn't open it. And then he walks a few steps and opens another door and shows me the upstairs guest bathroom. Directly across from the bathroom door is another room and down the hall at the end is one more door. He opens the door next to the guest room and walks in.

"This is my bedroom. Come in, I'll show you the view." I walk in and see his bed made up in white linen. There's a door on one side of his bed leading to a closet which he opens. I see flashes of color everywhere I look and can tell most of it is designer, and almost all is Gucci.

"What's the other door down the hall lead to?" I ask since this appears to be our last stop. "Ohh that's just storage." I let it go because he clearly didn't want me to know what it could be, but I couldn't help but wonder why there was a light on in there. It was hardly visible through the crack in the door, maybe a lamp was on.

"Well, I'm impressed Jared. It's very nice. But why am I getting to see all of this?" I can't help but wonder how I became so lucky.

"You wear a costume to a party I am hosting-that only I would know what you are dressed as, and you didn't think my curiosity would be peaked?"

"I wore this yes because it was your party, but also because I didn't want to be like everyone else. I'm not made for wearing sexy nurse costumes." He starts laughing at my revelation. "Oh Delilah, you are most definitely made for sexy nurse or sexy anything costumes. You don't even realize how sexy you are. Even dressed this ridiculously." He reaches towards my head and takes the hat and wig off. He takes off the cape he is wearing and sits down on the bed.

"Sit down with me. I want to know more about you. Who is Delilah?" He slides back towards the headboard and pats the empty space next to him. I sit down but just on the edge, not sure how comfortable I should get, but he grabs me by the waist and guides me back. "So?"

"Well I lead a fairly boring existence, I don't want to disappoint you. Let's talk about something else." I can tell this wasn't the right answer so I continue, "okay well let's see. I am 32, I started an online store about two years ago selling homemade candles, incense, and soaps. Umm, I have a dog named Sorcia- you know from the movie Willow..." he nods. "I just bought a condo in Myrtle Beach, SC. Nothing special." Then I mumble almost inaudibly, "oh I also have a twin who I killed. Anyways, what about you."

Jared shakes his head and laughs. My face however remains deadpanned. "Wait that last bit... it's true?"

"Yeah, so anyway your turn." I try to change the subject.  I don't even know why I felt comfortable opening up and telling him that.

"Oh no, you don't get off that lightly.  What the fuck do you mean you killed your twin sister?"  He stands up and walks towards the window which overlooks the pool.  "Should I be worried, should I kick you out?"

"No, Jared. I'm not a psychopath, I'm not crazy, I don't even know why I told you."  I stand up and walk towards the door, but somehow even though he was further away he catches me and stops me.  His eyes are glaring at me and daring me to tell him more.  "Okay, I'll tell you the whole story.  You're gonna want to sit for this." He sits back down at the foot of the bed as I begin my story, pacing back and forth.

"Three years ago my twin Penelope was in an accident.  Somehow she survived but she was changed.  Like a switch in her brain had been triggered.  She became depressed and angry.  Then that turned into doing really odd things.  She'd offer people things, like for instance, my aunt had come over and she asked if she wanted ice cream... after she ate it my sister laughed and said she had poisoned it.  Or she'd bring people a book but the pages would be torn out.  Just really weird and vile things.  She just wasn't the same.  After months of doctors not knowing what was wrong and being tormented by her we thought it best to send her away.  Before we could she attacked me."  I show him the scar on my stomach where she had stabbed me.  His eyes go wide.  "She said I would never put her away, never separate us.  She intended I think to kill me and then herself.  I don't know how I overpowered her, but I did.  I got the knife and stabbed her several times.  I couldn't believe what I had done and I was so scared.  I had an anxiety attack and blacked out.  When I woke up there was so much blood.  Her body wasn't there, but when the cops came they said no one would survive that amount of blood loss.  They searched the woods and followed a trail of blood.  It ended at one point or another, but they never found her body.  They figured an animal must have found her and dragged her body away.  They thought maybe a bear.  Oh God, this is the worst thing I have ever done and no one here in LA apart from my friend downstairs knows this.  I'm so sorry Jared.  I'll leave now."  Jared rubs his hands up and down his thighs and shakes his head no.

"No, I don't want you to leave.  You're so brave.  Thanks for telling me.  We all have hidden skeletons in our closets.  You weren't charged with a crime, were you?"

"No, the police said it was in self defense."  I explained.

"You're hardly a murderer, Delilah.  You're a survivor and to me that is the hottest thing about you."  He stands up and closes the distance between us.  He stares into my eyes asking for permission and then crashes his lips on mine.  The room instantly goes from ice cold to boiling.  His hands are wrapped in my hair and he stops only long enough to take a breath, until we hear a noise.

It's coming from the room he said was just storage.  It sounded like something fell, maybe a box.  He laughs nervously and then leans forward to attack my lips again with his, but then there's another noise and it sounds like footsteps.  Annoyed he steps back and says, "hold on, someone from the party must have come upstairs.  Let me go tell them to fuck off and leave, okay?"  I agree and sit down on the bed.

He walks out.  I try to catch my breath.  I bring my fingers up to my lips and smile.  It was everything I'd have ever hoped and imagined.  My thoughts were broken when I heard a scream followed by Jared saying "what the hell is this? Who the hell are you?" And then another scream, a scuffle, and footsteps running towards his bedroom door.  The last thing I hear before the door opens is Jared yelling, "Delilah , run!"