#i wish i remembered halloweens with my momma :(

[barkingangelbaby]

@ last reblog. it wasn't. life and people can just be cruel.

[upat4amwiththemoon]

Hi, could you maybe do moms! Wandanat x fem!reader who’s in that teenage phase where she doesn’t want anything to do with her moms and spends all her time on her phone and with her friends. And wandanat struggling with not be as involved in readers life and kinda being blown off by their daughter. And maybe fluffy at the end ❤️❤️

Teenage dream

Summary: Enjoy your youth.

Pairing: WandaNat x daughter!reader

Warnings: moody teenager, mention of a car crash

Word count: 1811

a/n: I loved this idea! Thank you for the request :)

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore

“Y/N?” Y/N hums as her eyes are glued to the phone, texting to her group of friends. “Me and your mom are going to the mall today. Do you wanna come with us?” Natasha stares at her daughter, frowning when she doesn’t even glance at her.

“Mmm, no. I have plans with some friends?”

“What plans and which friends?” Natasha crosses her arms over her chest.

“Jeez, mom.” Y/N rolls her eyes. “I’m just going to the movies with some friends from school.”

Natasha sits next to Y/N. “Oh, okay. What movie are you watching?” She tries to strike up some kind of conversation with her.”

“Some Halloween movie, I think.”

“That’s cool.”

“Mhm.”

The silence stretches on as Y/N poses for pictures she sends people back on Snapchat, at times laughing at something one of her friends sent. Natasha taps her fingers against the kitchen table, biting her cheek. This has been going on for a while now. Y/N is more interested in hanging out with her friends than spending time with her moms. It’s a normal part of growing up, of course, but Natasha and Wanda have had a difficult time adjusting to the change. She used to be a total momma’s girl, telling them about everyone and everything in her life. Now they practically have to pry any ounce of information out of her.

“So, do I know these friends?”

“No.”

“Should I have their parents’ numbers incase something bad happens.”

“Ugh.” Y/N groans, leaning her head backwards. “No mom, I’m not going to ask them what their parents’ numbers are. That’s so embarrassing.” She mumbles the last sentence.

“Okay then.”

With a sigh, Y/N stands up. “My friends are here, so I’m leaving now. I don’t know when I’ll be back.”

“Text me if you need anything. Have fun!”

The door slams closed with no answer. Natasha lets out a breath, rubbing her forehead. “Y/N left?” Wanda’s voice comes from behind her.

“Yeah, a movie with friends.” Natasha turns around in her chair and smiles at her wife.

Wanda wraps her arms around Natasha’s shoulders. “Does she like us anymore?” She asks with a laugh. She’s mostly joking, but they both know there’s some truth to the question.

“She does.��� Natasha leans her head against Wanda’s chest when she starts scratching her scalp with her nails. “She’s just being a teenager. Friends are more important than us.”

“I know.” Wanda sighs. Her chin is on top of Natasha’s head. She closes her eyes, feeling completely relaxed around her wife. “I just wish she didn’t shut us out completely.”

“Yeah. I miss her.” Natasha starts grinning. “Remember when Y/N got so mad at us that we couldn’t take her to Arendelle?” She snickers, shaking her head. “She looked like she was going to burst from anger.”

“That poor girl.” Wanda laughs. Small Y/N’s face was so red and scrunched up in anger, she looked like a wrinkly tomato. Natasha secretly snapped a picture and put it into a photo album that Y/N despises to look through as it’s full of funny pictures of her. “Time goes by so fast.” Wanda mumbles, now quieter. “I feel like we got her only yesterday.”

Natasha and Wanda decided the latter would carry the pregnancy, for obvious reasons, and they’d get a donor that looked as much like Natasha as possible. Wanda liked being pregnant, she had always wanted kids. Of course there were some difficulties, but she had Natasha by her side the while time.

When Y/N was born, they quickly got into a working schedule where neither of them had to work to the point of exhaustion. Besides, Y/N was quite an easy baby.

“I knew she’d start pulling away from us at some point, but I really wasn’t ready for it to happen yet.”

Natasha pulls away to put her hands on Wanda’s cheeks, gently rubbing them with her thumbs. “Me neither.” She whispers.

“She still needs us, right?”

“She does.” Natasha kisses both of Wanda’s cheeks. “She’s still young.”

“Can we make her hang out with us?” Wanda inquires, looking at Natasha with a mischievous look. “I mean, she can’t say no to her parents if we make her.”

Natasha laughs. “I think she’d hate us after that.”

Y/N laughs with her group of friends. They’re sitting at one of the mall’s benches together, some of them on the floor as the group is quite big. After the movie they decided to get ice creams and just hang around the mall.

“Aren’t those your moms?” One of her friends ask, pointing at Wanda and Natasha, who are waving at them while walking towards them.

“Oh, my, god.” Y/N groans, shielding her face with her hands as if her moms haven’t already noticed her. “This is so embarrassing. Why are they coming to us?”

“Hi, sweetheart.” Wanda smiles as they stop on front of the group. “Hey, everyone.”

“Hey.” Y/N mumbles, slouching on the bench. Some of her friends say quiet greeting as well, while others decide to stay quiet, never having met the two women.

“Do you need a ride home? We could wait around if you do.” Natasha glances at everyone in the group. She’s studying them and deciding if they’re good people for Y/N to hang out with at the spot.

Rolling her eyes, she pushes one of her friends who snickers quietly next to her. “No, I’ll walk home.”

“Okay.” Natasha mumbles. Some of the kids in the group weren’t giving her a good impression, but she isn’t going to say anything in front of them. “See you at home then.”

Y/N hums, avoiding their eyes. When Natasha and Wanda walk away, they can hear some of the people bursting out to laughter. They glance at each other, not understanding the teenagers.

“It’s like they’re stalking you.” One them laughs. “Are they like, super overprotective or something?”

“IDK.” Y/N huffs. “They like hate when I do my own stuff. They want to be with me 24/7.”

“Eww. Parents just don’t get it.”

“I know right.”

Y/N giggles with the rest of the group as they change the subject from parents to school, gossiping about teachers and the other students.

A week goes by Wanda and Natasha seeing Y/N very minimally. She’s either in her room or out with friends, and when she does spend time in the same room as them, she’s glued to her phone.

Wanda and Natasha have tried their all to be involved in Y/N’s life, but somehow always failing at it. They don’t want to force her to spend time with them, as she’d only feel spite towards them.

“Mom!” Y/N yells out from the living room.

“Yeah?” Natasha peeks into the room from the kitchen where she and Wanda are cooking.

“Other mom.”

Wanda frowns, giving the pot to Natasha and going to the living room. “Why don’t you call me mama anymore?”

“Because I’m not ten anymore.” Wanda feels hurt from the cold words, but she masks it with a small smile and a shake of her head. “Anyways, can you drive me to city? I’m meeting with two friends there.”

“Sure. What are you guys doing there?”

Y/N shrugs. “Can we leave in ten?”

“You aren’t going to eat here?”

“No.”

“Okay then, I’ll get ready.”

After ten minutes, Y/N and Wanda leave to the city by car. The car ride is silent apart from the quiet talking coming from the radio. Y/N somehow seems more quiet and secretive than usually, but Wanda doesn’t comment on it.

Wanda parks the car to the side of the road. “Thanks.”

“Have fun, baby!”

“Yep.” Y/N gets out the car and walks away. Wanda watches Y/N until she can’t see her anymore before driving back home.

The next thirty minutes go by normally. Wanda and Natasha eat dinner while watching The Brady Bunch. Until suddenly, Wanda gets a phone call from Y/N.

“Hey, baby.”

“Mama?”

Wanda perks up immediately. Y/N hasn’t called her mama in years and she sounds very scared. “Is something wrong?” Natasha switches her concentration to Wanda and the phone call. Wanda puts the call on speaker.

“Can you come pick me up?” She sounds like she’s about to cry any minute.

“Of course.” Wanda and Natasha stand up immediately, putting on their shoes. “Send me your location.”

“Yeah.” Y/N’s voice croaks. A ping comes from Wanda’s phone and she starts driving towards the location.

“Can you tell us what happened?” Natasha holds Wanda’s phone while she drives. “Are you hurt?”

“No.” Y/N sniffles. “Just a bit.”

They can hear sirens through the phone. “We’re almost there, sweets.” Wanda gasps when she notices an ambulance and a wrecked car. She parks the car as near as possible and the two jog over to Y/N, who is sitting on a curb.

“What happened?” Natasha puts both of her hands on Y/N’s cheeks, turning her face around to see any injuries.

Y/N starts tearing up. “One of my friends got a car as a gift, and she wanted to go for a drive, but she doesn’t have a license yet. She’s only driven with her dad. And we crashed to a pole.” Her lips quiver as she stares at Natasha and Wanda. “I’m sorry, mama. I shouldn’t have gotten into the car.”

“It’s okay.” Wanda kneels next to her. “We’ll talk about it later, lets just make sure you’re okay now. Did you get checked out by someone already?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, is everyone else alright?” Y/N nods. The friend who was driving has already been taken to the hospital and her other friend is waiting for her parents with the paramedics. “That’s good, lets go home then.”

The three of them get into the car, Wanda in the driver’s seat and Natasha to the back with Y/N. “How old is the friend driving?”

“15.”

“Jesus.” Natasha mumbles.

“I’m sorry, mom.”

“It’s okay.” Natasha pulls Y/N closer to her and she leans her head against her. Natasha smiles, missing being close to her daughter. “We’ll spend a cozy day today and talk about it tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay.” Y/N mumbles, closing her eyes. “I love you, mom and mama.”

Wanda smiles, glancing at the mirror to see Natasha and Y/N cuddling. “We love you too, sweetheart.”

“I’m sorry for not spending time with you.”

“Don’t apologize.” Natasha kisses the top of her head. “It’s normal for you to want to get some space and independence. Just remember that we’re always here for you. I’m very proud of you for calling us right away.”

“I’ll remember it.” Y/N smiles lightly.

[blacknight1230]

Halloween Treat

Jim Hopkins Imagine (Bully: Scholarship Edition)

You switch costumes with Pete, resulting in Jimmy enjoying your Halloween costume. 

Twas the night before Halloween. Your most favorite holiday spent at Bullworth Academy. The campus was decorating with glowing jack-o-lanterns, spooky ghosts and bats, and toilet paper hauntingly hanging from the tree branches. And best of all, the student body had free reign to wreak havoc this autumn night. Of course, no one was in there costumes now, a full twenty-four hours until you could do so. 

So, you were walking back to your dorms from the mess hall, when you saw a disgruntled Pete on the steps to the main school building. “Hey, Petey, what’s wrong?” you asked the small boy. “Oh, (Y/n), hey” he greeted, hurriedly getting to his feet. “Is everything okay? Is Gary picking on you again?” you questioned, worried about your friend. Pete just nervously shifted from foot to foot, not saying anything. “Petey, come on, talk to me. You’re worrying me,” you begged. “It's stupid, really. It’s not even a big deal,” Petey whined, avoiding eye contact with you. “Well, it obviously is if your this uptight about it. Come on, Pete o’boy, tell Momma (Y/n) all about your troubles. I promise I won’t laugh,” you pestered, poking the young boy repeatedly in the arm. “Ok, fine. It's about my costume,” Pete admitted, finally giving up. “Your costume?” You were confused now; how could Halloween get-up make his this miserable. “You see, I already picked out my costume for tomorrow night. I was really excited about it, but now I’m afraid to be seen in it!” Petey explained, pacing around as he stressed over the situation. “Why? Your costume can’t be that bad,” you tried to reassure Pete. “Ha-ha, well, it's not exactly something Gary or Jimmy would where that’s for sure,” he said, voice shaking. “Then what is it?” Petey sighed and glumly ushered you to follow him.

He led you over to the boys’ dorms and inside the building. You ignored the dilapidated surroundings and B.O. smell as Petey brought you to his room. It really shocked you how Bullworth treated the boys living conditions compared to the girls. Anyway, Petey brought you into his small room and closed the door, before turning to his wardrobe. He opened it up, showing you his costume hanging on the inside of wardrobe door. You didn’t say anything when you saw the bright pink, furry bunny suit. It even had a puffy tail and ears attached to it. 

Pete noticed your silence, frowning even more. “Now you see what the problem is. I can’t go out in that! I’ll be the laughing stock of the school and a prime target for the bullies!” he freaked out. “I don’t know what to say, Petey. Do you have another costume to go out in?” you questioned. “Nope. And I have to wear a costume tomorrow. Gary will notice and make fun of me for it.” You took a seat on Pete’s bed, the springs of the mattress squeaking as you put your weight on it. “Well, you’re definitely in a pickle.” “Hey, tell me about it.” 

Petey sat next to you, head in his hands. You lightly patted him on the back, “There there. You’ll get through this.” “If only I could switch my costume out with someone else,” Petey mumbled into his hands. A light bulb went off over you head, an idea popping your brain. “Petey, I think I might have an idea,” you excitedly told him. “Wha-, how?” “Just trust me, Petey. Give me your costume and I’ll have another one for you by tomorrow,” you explained. The young boy was hesitate for moment, but he eventually got up and grabbed the accursed bunny suit, handing it to you without a word. “Thanks, Petey, I swear, I won’t let you down!” YOu rushed out his room and towards the dorm hall’s exit, Petey wishing you a disgruntled good luck. Looks like I have a night of work to do, you thought. 

~ Time skip ~

It was officially Halloween. And everyone was celebrating like crazy. Pranks ensued as the prefects partied away and the teachers stayed in their lounge. You were walking the school grounds in the costume you spent all night sewing and hemming. A couple of guys ogled your form as you walked past, while the girls complimented you on the costume. You could only smirk as you sucked on a lolly-pop, making your way over to the front of the boy’s dorms. When you got there, you saw Gary, Jimmy, and Petey gathered on the steps to the dorms’ entrance dressed in their costumes. 

Garry was dressed up as a Nazi SS soldier, without the symbols and armband. I got to remember to scold him later, you thought, frowning at Garry’s choice of dress up. Meanwhile, Jimmy was dressed up as a skeleton, with black and white face paint, and Petey was dressed up in the Grim Reaper costume you gave him. It was actually the costume you planned on wearing and as it wasn’t gender specific, Petey could wear it without being worried about Gary making fun of him. But Gary being Gary was still pestering poor innocent Petey. 

“Come on, Femboy, where’s the bunny costume I got you? Don’t tell me you go rid of it,” Gary threatened. “No, Gary, I traded it with someone and they gave me this,” Petey protested, his voice muffled from behind his skeleton mask. “Don’t lie to me, Petey. You know I don’t like liars. No one would take that damn bunny costume,” Gary said while rolled his eyes. You decided it was time to make your presence known. 

“Hello boys,” you called out to them. All three of them turned to look at you, eyes widening at the sight of you. You stood before them in the tailored bunny suit, having cut off the legs and sleeves of the one piece. It was now a sleeveless, booty short one piece with a cinched waist and a lowered neckline. You accessorized the look with hot pink fishnet thigh high stockings and fingerless pink fishnet gloves that end below the elbows. To complete the look, you wore white combat boots and sexy bunny makeup. All three of the boys just stared at you, mouths wide open. Gary was the first to snap out of it, a wolf whistle coming out of his smirking mouth. “Look at you, (y/n). Say, are you going to be our little Playboy bunny for the night?” he teased. “Knock it off, Gary,” Jimmy snapped suddenly. Gary, for once, backed off. 

Instead his attention was focussed back onto his Big Prank, as he liked to call it. He forced all four of you to follow him to the side yard of Harrington House, where Chad and the other Preppies lived. It was only then did he explained his twisted little plan. “Ok, here’s the deal. We’re going to feed Chads dog a bunch of this rancid meat then wait for him to take a dump then -” Gary started, a sick smile on his face as he explained the prank formed in his evil little mind. “Man, what the hell. I’m out of here,” Petey cried in disgust, interrupting Gary. He ran away disgusted, Gary just shouting, “Whatever, Pete.” “This prank is nasty, even for you,” you sneered. “Let’s just do this, guys. I’ll explain everything later,” Gary huffed. 

You all turned to look around the corner of the archway leading into the side yard, where Chester, the aforementioned dog, was running around. But there was little problem in this ‘brilliant’ plan of Gary’s. Chad was in the yard, playing with the Staffordshire Bull Terrier via frisbee. “Shit, now what do we do,” Jimmy questioned. “What do you mean ‘what do we do’? We fight him, of course. Geez, Jimmy, are you really that much of a pea brain?” Gary snapped. Jimmy opened his mouth to retort back but you stopped him before he could. “Pipe it down, you two. Let me handle this,” you hissed. Without another word, you sauntered up to Chad, seductively swinging your hips. 

“Hey, Chad,” you greeted in a sing-song voice. “Oh, ah, hey there darling,” Chad replied once he saw you. You could already tell he was in the palm of your hand as he looked at you with love struck eyes. You were pretty sure it was because of your costume, for without it Chad and all the other boys never would have spared you a second glance. Using your sex-appeal to your advantage, you continued entrapping him in your web. “Oh, nothing. I’m just so bored and lonely tonight. Will a nice strong gentleman like you help me?” you drawled, trailing a gloved hand down Chad’s chest. Sweat started to accumulate around the prep’s hairline and he struggled with his next words. “I would love to, darling. What you wanna do?” “Oh I think I have an idea. You just have to follow me to somewhere a little more private,” you practically whispered into his ear. Chad tensed up and swallowed a lump in his throat, but he allowed you to take his hand and pulled him away from the side yard. 

You were just about lead into the space between the left side of the preppies’ dorms and the fence when Jimmy came up behind Chad hit him on the back of the head. The force of the blow caused Chad to fall to the pavement, knocked out cold. “Jimmy! What was that for?” you hissed. “I thought that was your plan. To lure him away and knock him out,” Jimmy said, a faint blush on his cheeks. Before you could figure out why the teen was blushing, Gary hurried past the both of you to Chester. “Who cares what the chick was going to do? We got what we needed,” he voiced over his shoulder as he kneeled down to the dog. “Here you go boy. Have a little trick for a treat. Yum, yum, yum, yum, yum,” he said to Chester as the staffy ate the meat. Immediately after finishing, Chester started whining as he squatted over the grass. “That’s gross!” Jimmy exclaimed as he crossed his arms in disgust. “Poor little guy,” you worried, holding your nose as the barely digested meat exited the poor pooches rear end. As soon as Chester finished with his business, Gary gathered the fecal matter into a brown paper back. 

“Score! Alright let’s go to the teacher’s lounge,” Gary ordered. The three of you ran towards the main school building, entering by one its back exits onto the main floor. Jimmy placed the bag of doggy doo in front of the door of the teacher’s lounge. As soon as he set it down, Gary lit a match and brought it close to the paper back. “Are you sure this is a good idea, Gary?” you distressed. All you could think of was possible setting the building on fire. “Don’t worry. It will be funny,” Gary threw off your worries. “Just pulled the fire alarm, Jimmy, and watch fun begin.” Jimmy did as Gary said, striding up to the nearby fire alarm on the opposite wall. He looked around before grabbed the handle and pulling it down. 

The air filled the sounds of alarms as Gary, Jimmy, and you hid around the corner. “What the hell is going on?” you heard one of the teachers shout from within the teacher’s lounge. The door opened to reveal Mr. Burton, who once he saw the paper back on fire, tried to put it out by stomping on it. He successfully put out the small fire but now the bottom of shoes where covered in disgusting, half-digested, port-a-potty smelling dog shit. Mr. Burton screamed and gagged as he tried to get the animal turds off his sneakers. You all couldn’t help but laugh as you all ran away and out the side exit, rushing away from the scene of the crime. Next thing you knew, you all were by the front of the academy’s gates, near the dorms. 

All of you struggled to breath, hands on your knees as you hunched over from both laughter and the sprinting. “That ... was the most brilliant ... and hilarious ... prank I’ve ever seen!” you complimented Gary. “Even I have to admit, that was a great prank, Gary,” Jimmy confirmed.  Gary got a wicked smile on his face, immensely enjoying being complimented on his ‘superior’ brain. “Thank you, thank you, hold your applause, please. I know you all love me,” he boasted, mock bowing to you guys. “Ok, don’t get so full of yourself,” Jimmy sassed. “Whatever, man. You two have fun jacking each other off. I’m going to steal some candy from the nerds,” Gary answered back. He ran off before you and Jimmy could yell at him. 

“Well, tonight was surprisingly fun,” you turned to Jimmy. “Looks like my first Halloween in Bullsworth is a success. It's a bummer that its ending already,” Jimmy replied. A light bulb went off over the top of your head, an idea forming in your mind. “Who said it was over? Follow me,” you announced. You sprinted towards the girl’s dorms, motioning Jimmy to follow you. You heard the sound of Jimmy’s footsteps following you as ran to the right side of the building. Quickly and efficiently, you climbed up the lattice bolted to the brick wall and up to the open window on the third floor. Once you stepped foot in the large attic space, you helped Jimmy climb in behind you. 

“Whew, you are surprisingly fast,” Jimmy huffed out, struggling to catch his breath after the sprinting and high climb. “Thanks, Jim. Come have a seat,” you acknowledged his compliment. You led Jimmy over to a small area of the attic where you had a pile of comfy pillows and blankets, a tiny tv with a built in VCR situated next to the wall. Fairy lights were struck through the rafters above it, barely lighting up the windowless area. You sat on the pile of pillows and turned on a battery operated camping lantern, finally allowing the both of you to see clearly what you were doing. As Jimmy took a seat next to you, you pulled out a bowl filled with candy. “Want some?” you offered the teen. “Where did you get these?” he questioned, grabbing a handful of assorted candy. “My parents sent me a care package of sorts. They know how much I love Halloween,” you explained, picking out a single piece of (favorite candy). “Wish my mom did something like that. She’s too busy hanging out with her 5th husband on their honeymoon to even think about me,” Jimmy complained. You could see thinking of his absent mother really upset hi, their relationship not on the best of terms. You nudged Jimmy on his costumed shoulder, trying to get him out of this little funk. “Come on, let’s pick out a movie to watch. I have a couple to choose from,” you said. Jimmy gave you a warm smile as you pulled a small pile of VCRs. 

The night continued with you and Jimmy stuffing your faces on candy and popcorn as you watched movies from within your secret chilling out spot. You were in the middle of the first movie, a classic slasher film, when Jimmy said something. “Hey, (y/n), back when you were distracting Chad, were you really going to ...” he trailed off. You pulled your eyes away from the TV screen, studying Jimmy. He was sitting on a couple of different colored pillows, leaning back on one of his outstretched arms and feet kicked out in front of him. He was refusing to look you in the eye, signaling that something was up. “What? Oh, that!” you realized what he was talking about. “No! Absolutely not! I was just trying to lead Chad away so we could get what we needed for the prank.” 

Jimmy looked relieved, the tension in his shoulders releasing as he let out a sigh. “Ok. Good. I just thought maybe you had a thing for him or something,” he explained. “Jimmy, do think I really would let anyone get with me like that?” you sassed. “Pff, well you are dress up as a more modest Playboy bunny. Any boy would fall for you dressed like that?” he replied, rolling his eyes. It seemed he was trying to change the subject. “Oh, so does that mean you like my costume, Jimmy? Has this little bunny gotten to ya?” you teased. Jimmy’s cheeks got red, as he no longer had his skull face makeup on. He started to stutter out half formed words, his tongue all twisted. You liked seeing so flustered like this. Seeing how you made him this way was kind of cute. 

Since meeting Jimmy that faithful school day you started to grow some feelings for the short stocky teen. Seeing how he stood up to bullies, student and faculty alike, and how determined he was to rise to the top in order to survive the hellhole that is Bullsworth was most likely the cause. As well as the way he was so kind to you despite not really fitting in with the cliques of the student body. Heck, you weren’t even that close to Petey and Gary before Jimmy came along. Jimmy brought out the best in you and you loyally followed him on his chaotic adventures, even if they weren’t something you could see yourself doing. 

So, your heart fluttered in your chest as you watched Jimmy struggle to find words to talk to you. “I - I actually do like your costume,” he finally admitted. Your heart soared and you tried to hide the impact his compliments had on you. “Really? What do you like about it? It’s nothing specially,” you bashfully replied. “Well, first it brings out your figure without revealing too much. It’s eye catching,” he revealed sheepishly. You could feel yourself blushing under your halloween makeup, it badly hiding your pink cheeks. “Thank you ...that means a lot coming from you,” you replied, flushed. 

A stiff awkward silence followed, both of you trying to focus on the slasher film on the tiny TV. You reached over to grab a handful of popcorn without looking, but instead of grabbing the buttery treat, you ended up grabbing Jim’s hand as he also reached for the popcorn without looking. Your breath hitched at the feeling of his warm rough hand in yours, secretly reveling in the sensation. Your eyes trailed down to your conjoined hands, up his arm, and to his face. You were meet with dazzling brown eyes staring into your own. The world seemed to stop as you gazed at Jimmy’s freckled filled face, traces of his face paint still lingering on his skin from where he failed to wipe it off. You noticed the distance between you two was slowly disappearing as subconsciously leaned into each other. “Aw, fuck it,” you heard Jimmy mumble before closing the little distance between you two. 

Jimmy’s lips met yours roughly, a little ‘Mmm!’ escaping from you. You couldn’t help but grab onto his stocky shoulders and melt into the kiss, quietly sighing as you did so. You could feel Jimmy’s hands move to grip your waist, everything feeling hot as stereotypical kissing noises filled the attic as you two moved your lips against each other. He taste like candy, you thought to yourself as a hand threaded through his short orange hair. 

You could have gone on forever connected this way, but you were both human beings who need air to survive. So you unhappily had to separate from each other, gasping for air as you did so. You trailed a hand gently down Jimmy’s freckled cheek as he looked at you with hooded eyes. You could see the longing within them, one of his hands slowly moving off of your hip, it leaving a lingering touch. “J-Jimmy ...” you stuttered out, not knowing what to say. “That was great. God, how could I not have done that sooner?” Jimmy wondered out loud. “Done it sooner?” you pondered, brain all fuzzy from the kiss. “(Y/n), I like you, a lot. And after seeing Chad’s hands all over you ... I couldn’t handle it,” Jimmy confessed. You thought you died and went straight to heaven. No way your crush was confessing to you. “So, I what I’m basically trying to say is ... will be my girlfriend?” Jimmy finally asked. 

You couldn’t stop yourself, planting a kiss right on Jimmy’s reddened lips. You felt Jimmy freeze up from the unexpected action, pulling away from the stiff boy to give him your answer. “Of course, Jimmy. I would be stupid not to,” you said, smiling from ear to ear. A similar smile broke out on Jimmy’s face, reaching out to you to pull you into another kiss. You happily let him, the smile still on your lips as were locked in a passionate embrace. Jimmy pulled you closer as you practically sat on his lap, his hands firmly holding you in his arms. “Best Halloween treat ever,” he chuckled, before proceeding to a makeout session. Best Halloween treat, indeed. 

[laf-outloud]

Jensen's Solo Panel - DenverCon Favorite Bits

My favorite parts of Jensen's Solo panel:

His hair looks so good! I love the longer look.

His story about the military stunt man of unusual size! Loved the yes sirs, no sirs and being able to toss around Jared!

Jensen missing his brother, Jared.

Loved the question about Jensen possibly carrying Dean (the character) into his new roles/auditions. Jensen indicates we may see nuances, but it was difficult not to do the Dean voice and getting a note from Kripke about it. LOL!

His Soldier Boy radio voice!!!

His relaxed posture and comfortability with the panel. He's come a long way from the early conventions.

He hasn't mourned the show or Dean because Dean's not gone.

Wanting to come back and do a reunion!

Character backstory technique - Jensen doesn't typically do that technique, but his new characters have good backstory built in.

Hazing on The Boys, day 1 with Jensen in all his glory. Can't wait to see that!

Couldn't go home during filming The Boys and he didn't go crazy. But "thank God for FaceTime".

LOL! His girls are Daddy's girls! ("Love them some Daddy" Oops, didn't quite come out right.) Arrow is going to be the death of him.

Zeppelin is a momma's boy, but when Jensen came back, he never left his side.

Went home for five days, then back to work for four weeks.

His dancing!!!

The Applebee's song!!! He is in great shape and he can still work it!!!

"No capes, no tights!" (In reference to what he's going to be for Halloween.) I wouldn't object if he wanted to do that.

He'll be back in Austin in a couple of weeks!

90% of the finale script didn't change.

He wishes Jared was there for people to ask him about the finale.

Bridge scene was effective and beautiful, but it would have been fun to have Kansas play and turn it into a wrap party. I still loved what we got and felt it was better to have the focus on Sam and Dean.

Explaining what an aux cord is! LOL!

Old TV static was the battle of the white and black ants. (Never heard it put that way before).

Music plays in Zeppelin's head all the time. Does that happen with other people?

Finale question about things added to it that wasn't in the script. Great question!

Jared probably remembers this stuff better.

Barn scene was only done a couple of times otherwise they'd be an absolute wreck. (I would be too!)

The crew had to turn around or leave the set because it was hard for them to watch it in person.

Doubling up on "I need you tell me it's okay." (Me crying on the floor.)

Tip from Karl Urban: Moments happen naturally, until the director notices and wants to make it intentional, then it's no longer organic.

Jensen fought for Dean to die standing up. "If he's going to die, he's going to die standing." The two of them facing each other was more powerful. (And because of that, we got the forehead touch and the hand-holding!!!)

Jensen can't eat pie anymore without a smirk. Dean changed Jensen's relationship with pie forever.

Paranormal entities aren't targeting someone who played a hunter for 15 years. Jensens "been trained in ghost warfare for 15 years." He has no problems sleeping in a haunted hotel.

All the horses he tried! Cowboy, Texas, then Kevin.

Sees a gorgeous all black horse called Bebe, Jensen's like, it's Baby. That's my horse!

Poor Baby was limping. So a 16 1/2 hand huge quarter horse comes around (biggest horse). The horse named Spanky! "As long as it wasn't Sam, we're good, that would have been too close."

If Jack's character was a girl and not a boy, how would Dean react? "The same? Do we even know what Jack identifies as?" Storyline wouldn't have been affected by gender, "which it shouldn't". Dean might have had extra glances at him, which is Dean's problem.

Would have played Benny if he had to play another character. Due to his really cool storyline and how he developed Dean into seeing the gray area in monsters. He really wanted Ty in his sequence in S15. Besides Sam and Cas, there was a brotherly relationship there. (Love that all these relationships are about brothers!)

Jensen didn't remember 15.19 scene and had to be reminded. He had just lost his best friend, it would have been a huge embrace if it was Cas at the door instead of Lucifer.

The outfit is not the best part of playing a superhero. They're not built for 12-14 hours day of sweating and not good for stunts.

Boots he wore as Soldier Boy were the same boots he wore as Dean. (They're already broken in, why not?)

Misha shows up and Jensen thought it would be Jared (wish it was).

Jensen worked out like crazy during the pandemic so he would have muscles to fill the superhero costume. (Not complaining here).

Jensen was looking forward to leaning into the conventions without stress, but the pandemic happened. (I know he has a quick turn-around to his other show, but I'm glad he was so relaxed here).

Thanks everyone for the restrictions. He doesn't want Jared's show to shut down, or his. (Nor do I!)

Poor Rob and the transition!

I thought it was a great panel and the questions and commentary really covered all of his current projects! I was glad to see less of his Dean character that he's had in previous cons and more just relaxed Jensen.

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A Playful Family

OTP Challenge 10/02/2020

Pairing: Thor x Reader          Word Count: 2,003

Warnings: Adult themes, language, LOTS of more fluff, sexy talk

A/N: This is for @thefanficfaerie​ ‘s OTP Challenge. I’m really enjoying these! Writing these out and just getting them out right away without worrying too much about plot. Just character stories with a family I already love. If you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work! xoxo

“NO!” Thor shouts, nearly pushing your heart to stopping as he jumps towards you from the stairs.

You jump and gasp, pressing your hand against your chest as you try to catch your breath.

“Thor, what the fu-?”

“Ah-ah!” Thor chastises you, frowning. “Little ears abound, my sweetest, beautiful, loving, and most of all forgiving wife.”

He closes the distance between you, putting his hands on your hips and pulling you against his chest.

“What did you do?” You ask him, suspicious but he chuckles and kisses you, bring both hands up to hold your head still as he does.

His kiss is sweet and warm, a fluttering of his lips prompts yours open and he tastes you, guiding your head to the right as his own goes left and he wraps his arms around you to support your weight as he dips you to the side and very nearly sweeps you off your feet.

Your eyebrows shoot up into your hairline as your arms go limp and you drop your sewing bag. Without its weight, you reach up and wrap your arms around his neck loosely as Thor kisses all of your senses away.

He draws his tongue out slowly, letting it trace the center part of your upper lip as he stands you upright again. When you’re straight he gives you one final peck.

You’re not unaware of the fact that you’re standing there with your arms around him, lips still puckered, and your eyes shut as your now foggy mind begins to clear.

Holy fuck, this man can kiss.

“Now I know you did something.” You mumble.

Thor laughs but reaches down to take your bag and hurries around to hang it in its spot by the door. Your little bungalow, gifted by Tony when Thor had left you pregnant—though in his defense he didn’t know you were pregnant when he left you—hasn’t changed much. There are new additions to your walls and tables. New pictures with Thor and Rosie and Ben looking bigger and happier with his sister and his daddy at his side.

Your little kitchen with it’s round table is more scuffed than before with Thor here to add his own rough touch to it every now and then. Ben’s booster seat is gone as he’s grown enough to sit without one, but Rosie’s highchair sits among the other three, pink and yellow and green. And all throughout an array of pumpkins, both plaster and plastic, Rosie’s color changing ones on the island counter by the jar of Splenda packets.

Ben’s spoopy mirrors are hung upstairs along the hallway, wrapped in pulled cotton spiderwebs.

“I have done nothing. That is to say, nothing worth you getting angry at me over.” Thor corrects himself when you look skeptical. “May I ask a favor?”

With your arms hanging at your side, your coat still on, Thor slides behind you and helps you take it off. “Depends on the favor.”

Thor nods, moving to stand before you as he folds your jacket neatly and works out the creases you’ve made throughout the day. “What if I told you it was more a favor for Ben, than for me? Would that make you more amenable?”

You glare at him, reaching down with his hands nice and busy, and slide it far back enough that you can reach his butt and give it a pinch.

He jumps, “Hey!”

“You using our son to get me to agree to play your sick games?” You accuse.

Thor smiles slowly, softly, and the look in his eyes drives all teasing from you and makes your stomach flip. How can he look at you like that? How can he mean it? After everything you two have been through to get to this happy place—this happy home—you still can’t believe that Thor picked you.

“Only if it works.” He admits.

“Fine.” You sigh.

Thor smiles more widely then moves around you to hang your coat.

His heat suddenly wraps around you from behind, his hands tracing all the way down to your wrists then the backs of your hands which he cups gently, taking hold of them as he presses himself against you.

You can feel his pelvis pressed against your bottom, the subtle rubbing he’s teasing you with probably to punish you for the pinch to his butt.

When he speaks, the heat of his breath wafts along your ear and neck, chills erupting along your skin as your heart begins to pound and your panties become suddenly soaked.

“Close your eyes.” He whispers, voice so deep you can feel it in your hoo-haw.

“Thor-” You plead, hating him every bit for torturing you.

He leans a little further forward and presses a kiss to your cheek. “Please?”

You sigh but do as he wishes, shutting your eyes tight.

He takes hold of your head again, tilting it back and sideways until your lips meet his and he gives you another world melting kiss that leaves you breathless and hungry for more.

“I’ll be right back.” He tells you, then abandons you and what sounds like sprinting up the stairs.

“You’re gonna break the house!” You call to him, but he doesn’t reply.

A few minutes pass and your patience grows thin. You open your eyes and look up at the second floor landing but find it empty.

“Thor? How much longer?!”

“Do you have your eyes shut?!” Thor booms down the stairs.

You sigh, shaking your head as you turn slowly and press your hands over your eyes. With a smile you wait, your mind racing with all the possible surprises Thor and Ben might have cooked up in your absence.

“Okay! They’re shut.”

You try not to turn instantly when you hear Thor’s footsteps coming down the stairs accompanied by the sound of much smaller feet at his side.

You can hear Ben’s quiet giggle, his voice a little hiss. “Mommy will wuv it, wight daddy?”

“She’ll love it.” Thor whispers back and your heart could explode with the love you have for your boys.

They stop walking and a moment passes before Thor clears his throat. “Okay, you can look now.”

You turn, much too eager to see what they’ve been doing to take it slow and you very nearly fall to your knees at the sight of them.

All three of them, Thor, Ben at his side, and Rosie kicking and slapping her hands against Thor’s chest in excitement are dressed in footie pajamas.

Thor’s are black, the outline of bones along every inch of it making him look like a walking skeleton. Ben’s a little scarecrow with brown shoes, green pants with sewn in patches, a checkered red and yellow shirt with a patched up brown vest. Just above where the shoes end, where his pants end, and where his shirt meets his neck and wrists are tufts of soft stringy sun colored threads and fabric to make it look as if he is indeed fill with hay.

In Thor’s arms, Rosie’s own onesie is black on the top with what looks like the outline of what should be a corset that runs into the skirt of her pajamas stitched into the onesie, and then her legs are purple and green, made to look like a witch’s socks.

“Oh my goodness!” You gasp, genuinely pleased by the sight, downright tickled by how adorable your babies look but you play up the reaction for the benefit of your little ones.

Ben giggles, jumping once but remembers the rule about jumping in the house and stops immediately.

“You wike it, mommy?” Ben asks, clinging to Thor’s free hand tightly.

“I love it, sweet pea. Oh you all look so amazing! Come here, come give me a hug!” You drop to your knees and open your arms for him and he flies right for you, clinging tight when he’s in your arms.

“Surprise!” Thor exclaims, grabbing Rosie’s hand and shaking her little fist in celebration, then speaks for her. “Surprise, momma!”

“My Rosie, look at her, she looks so dang cute, Thor! Where did you find these?” You let Ben pull away from you as he runs into the living room, excited and eager to expend the extra energy that this little show has given him.

“At the shop, when we went to buy the decorations. I have yours upstairs. Yours is all white, with a shocked ghost face on it. Kinda looks like you did when I startled you.” He chuckles, teasing you heartlessly.

“Jerk.” You laugh, getting up and reaching for Rosie. She throws herself at you and you smother her cheek with kisses as Thor marches into the living room after Ben.

“Alright, son, we’ve shown your mother the pajamas. It’s time for bed.”

Ben gives a small defiant whine but then struts to the stairs and with lead in his feet and a pout on his lips, he walks up the stairs with Thor trailing behind him.

~~~~~~~~~~

“Are you really trying it on?” Thor calls from the room, waiting for you to make your appearance in your Halloween themed PJs.

“Of course. I need you to see me in it.” You tell him, wicked and knowing as to what you’re about to do.

He deserves it. He really deserves it after what he pulled downstairs.

“You’re not looking right?” You check, waiting with your hand on the door to your bathroom.

You’d left him sitting on his side of the bed, facing the large glass sliding doors that lead to the tiny balcony attached to your room. He’d already drawn the curtains thankfully.

“No. I’m not looking. I won’t cheat.” He promises and you believe him.

“Okay, here I come!” You announce then pull the door open and step out into your room.

He’s really still sitting facing the doors.

“What do you think?” You ask him and watch him lift his left leg onto the bed to traverse and turn towards you as best he can.

He might have been expecting the ghost pajamas but what you give him instead is soft gray baby doll lingerie set, with lace that looks like twisting dead tree branches along the top of your bust. The V neck ends between your breasts where the clasp holds the skimpy nightie shut. The layers of thin sheer fabric flow out at uneven lengths but hide just enough of the matching gray panties to tempt and give tantalizing sneaky peeks.

Thor’s jaw drops. He freezes. His eyes devour you from head to toe, but he doesn’t speak as you give him one quick spin that gives him a generous amount of you to ogle, the stop and pretend to only just remember the finishing touch.

“Oh! I almost forgot.” You move around the bed towards your small vanity by the sliding doors and reach for the headband with small black horns.

You slide them onto your head and turn back to Thor, smiling when you see that his gaze has followed you from one side of the room to the other.

“Well? What do you think?” You give him another spin then sigh. “Maybe I should just go put on the ghost?”

You pretend to think about it.

“Yeah, I think the ghost would be better. Right?” You nod and make to move back around the bed to the bathroom but Thor’s arm shoots out at you like a cobra and with an easy pull he’s got you falling onto the bed on your back, bouncing as you laugh.

“Woah,” You laugh again. “Okay, maybe I’ll keep this one on then.”

“No.” Thor shakes his head, reaching down between your knees to trace his hot calloused fingers along the soft flesh of your inner thighs. “No, I think you should take it off.”

His hands makes you breathless and as his fingers find the elastic edge of your underwear, you gasp, and he swallows hard.

“Here, let me help you.”

[mikkomacko]

Dear Daisy 6

Harry enjoys Saturdays. For the past two months, Saturdays have consistently been his day off from patrolling. Occasionally he'll get Sunday or Friday off as well, but he doesn't get his hopes up. It doesn't matter to him. He's completely fine only having Saturday off.

A shop in town (one he's yet to learn the name of because he's still confused by the French language), had a nice leather bound journal he'd bought the first week of being stationed in the city. It's similar to the one he'd left at home, the one he's comfortable with, so it makes writing his letters easy. Which is what Saturday is for. A letter to Daisy, a letter to Anne, a letter to Gemma, and a letter to Niall who's unable to fight due to his old knee injury. Today he gets through Anne's, Gemma's, and Niall's letters quickly. He's addressing one to Daisy when he pauses, recalling the letters she sent last week. Harry quickly flips to a blank page, scribbling the name of a man he's only spoken to a few times.

Dear Robin,

I wasn't sure you'd remember me after all these years. The last time we spoke I was about thirteen, right before my uncle started grooming me on the steel business. I've changed a lot since then which is why it was quite shocking to hear about you from Daisy. She told me of your generosity, a quality I'll always remember you for if the books in my library are anything to go by. I'd like to thank you for taking Daisy in while I'm away and distracting her with the gift of baking. She may not look it, but I know she gets awful lonely when she's left to herself too long. I remember a few years ago, when I was maybe seventeen or eighteen, I'd passed by her near the park where she was sitting in the grass, chatting with a pigeon. Of course I teased her for it. What kind of nutter talks to birds? But she'd gotten flustered and yelled at me, told me birds need friends too. She also mentioned being stood up by a boy from my mum's neighborhood so she was complaining to the bird. It wasn't really my business, as she so snottily put it, but I knew she was continuing to speak me because she was lonely. I suppose I'm glad that Bill whatever didn't show up that day.

I was worried about leaving her. Her family has hurt her. She wouldn't want to spend much time with them. And her friend Summer has taken up a babysitting job so her time with her is limited as well. Knowing she's enjoying her time with you brings me comfort. I can't thank you enough for watching over my love.

She told me of your son's and I'm sad to not know them very well. I'm sure they're just as wonderful as you if not more. Perhaps you could give me their names or where they're stationed and I could keep an eye out for them? I believe it's a fair deal; you watching my family and I'll watch yours?

Wishing you a happy fall and hoping the bakery stays busy,

Harry Styles.

The bakery is a big company in town so he doesn't need to ask for the address. Finishing up that letter and stuffing it into an envelope, a titter of giggles flows through the November air. Harry peeks up through his eyelashes, finding two girls in long coats not so subtly looking at him. A red head one wiggles her fingers at him, flicking her hair over her shoulder. Harry thinks she's the kind of bird they'd put on a postcard around here. With the Eiffel Tower behind her, trees turning autumn shades that compliment her hair. It's a nice picture, but not one he'd like to look at forever. French girls are pretty, but he prefers English. Particularly English girls with frizzy brunette curls and freckles on her nose and cheeks. Light brown eyes that stir like honey and drip warmth into his veins when they look at him, whether it be through tears of frustration or sparkles of adoration.

He ignores the girls, shifting his shoulders under his thick army coat. At least the uniform is warm. Harry turns back to the letter he had started writing to Daisy, teeth sinking into his chapped bottom lip as he continues to scribble.

Dear Daisy,

I've never enjoyed autumn. I find it uncomfortable. That brief period between the peek of life in the summer and the bittersweet end in the winter. The one thing that I do enjoy, is my mother's pumpkin soup. I'm glad Gemma visited you on Halloween and I'm glad you had so many pumpkins. I would say I'm jealous but I think that'd give you an edge over me so I'll admit to nothing. As for the fighter pilot girl, I wish I could have seen her. My father was a fighter pilot and I use to have a photo by my bed of him in his plane. One time I had a dream that my daughter flew planes, crossed oceans and looked down at mountain tops. She might've looked like that girl you saw. I can't know for sure seeing as I'm here and you're there. Again, I won't say I'm jealous, but do you think there's a chance she'll be a pilot again next year?

Anyway, I'm sitting on a bench in the grass around the Eiffel Tower right now and there's two girls watching me as if they'd have a chance. Suppose I should tell them I'm a married lad? Or should I let them dream? I reckon it'd rile you up if I didn't say anything so I'll stay silent. Who's jealous now aye?

Think I'll go to the bakery down the street after this. You've given me an awful craving with that dream of us in our house, dancing as your pies burn in the oven and my roast beef cooks to perfection. One of my bunk mates gets cookies sent to him from his mum. He likes to brag about it. Think ya could send me some oatmeal ones? Oughta show his mum who's boss.

I don't like raisins though. If there's raisins in my cookies I'll have no choice but to divorce you.

Until then, I hope you're staying warm. Niall told me he'd drop by sometime, check the heater and leave some firewood for you. I don't know if you'll need it but there's extra blankets in my closet as well. My nan knitted a nice green one for me a couple years ago. Spilled some tea on it once but it's awful nice. Feel free to use it. It'll keep ya warm at night. Not as warm as me of course, but it should suffice. If it doesn't you can go to the church and complain to my Nan's grave. Tell her Harry sent you and maybe she'll only hit you a few times.

Heard a rumor the other day that if things are still slow around here by December a few of us might be able to go home for a bit around the holidays. Don't get your hopes up too much but know I'm brown nosing the hell out of my sergeant for the next few weeks. It'd be nice to be able to hit you with a snowball. And it'd be nice to spend my first Christmas as a married man with my wife. I promise I'll keep updating you (only if you send me cookies). Don't tell my mum or sister, they'll try writing to my sergeant about sending me home and I don't need him knowing I'm a momma's boy.

I'll dream of you baking cookies tonight, tossing raisins into the trashcan just for me and I hope you dream of me sitting here, getting oggled by some Frenchies. Happy November love, enjoy this time in the twilight zone.

I'll be home soon Daisy, I promise

The Harry Styles x

~

Harry's week has gone by too slowly. Typically, roaming the streets of Paris or cleaning up around the base is enough to keep him from straying but not this week. Everything he does, everything he sees, everything he smells pushes his mind to Daisy. Mopping the kitchen floors reminds him of the day they worked together to clean her room. The trees remind him of how it felt to sit in the backyard with her, listening to her soft breaths as she worked on her blanket. The smell of the bakery, flour and cinnamon, remind him of her warmth and the cold air only makes him long for her even more. He doesn't think he's ever had such a terrible week, so he decides he'll push himself to do more next week. Initiative will definitely earn him a ticket home for Christmas, right?

He tries not to let himself get too discouraged as he collapses onto his cot, fingers clutching to the envelopes he received today as well as the medium sized box addressed to him. He's got a letter from his mother as well as Robin, but it's the one attached to the box that he goes for first.

Dear Harry,

French girls may have cute accents but can they make Robin's famous oatmeal cookies perfectly on their first try? I really hope not because then I've really got nothing going for me. Except for the fact that I've already got your last name of course.

I don't know how often you go see the Eiffel Tower but I'd appreciate a thorough description and rating of it from you please. I'd love to see the Eiffel Tower one day but I think I'd like to see the whole world too. Maybe your daughter will be a pilot and she can fly us all over the planet. If not, I'll have to divorce you myself. Assuming you haven't already divorced me by then. I think it would be funny if we divorced each other all the time. Then we could just keep getting married over and over again. I wouldn't mind it if you wore that suit you wore on our first wedding day. You looked really handsome. I was thinking of dragging Summer to town with me to get our wedding photo. If you're nice I'll send you one. If not, I'll save it for the holidays when you come home. I know you said not to get my hopes up but I also know you. You're a born leader Harry whether you like it not, and I'm positive you'll be allowed home.

I just realized something a bit funny. Home. Home used to be my parents house. The home I grew up in. Then I thought it’d be your house, the one I took over by planting flowers everywhere and actually cleaning. I don’t know what home is right now. I keep telling you to come home but what does that matter if I don’t even know where that is? Maybe I’m overthinking it. I hope you know your home Harry and I hope you’re able to come back to it.

Enjoy the cookies, I put extra extra raisins and love into them.

-Daisy o

Harry heart pounds, teeth biting at his bottom lip as he lays the letter down on his pillow and wiggles his finger under the seal on the box. Tearing it open, he fights back a smile at the smell of cookies that hits his nose. They’re not hot or anything, but they’re relatively fresh and wrapped up in a cute basket with green ribbon.

“What’d ya get Styles?” Pip, a bunk mate, asks from two cots over. Harry pulls the basket out, smirking at the other man.

“Gift from my girl,” he says proudly, chest puffing out “she’s a baker.” Pip chuckles at Harry’s sudden uplifted attitude, peeking at the cookies that do look quite delicious.

"Hope they're better than Frank's wife's." He makes a disgusted face and Harry laughs. Frank only shared his cookies once and they were bloody awful. He's never tried Daisy's baking but he's sure it's better. She's better than every other girl on the planet. How could her cookies not be better as well?

Harry tucks them safely into the little bedside table he has, glancing over her letter one more time because he loves her words before tucking it into the drawer that holds all his letters from her. He can't help but think of her claiming she knows him. If Daisy knew him as well as she thinks she does, then she'd know that his home isn't some silly house. And she'd know that he's her home. He's always been her home.

~

Time is supposed to heal. That's what Harry's always been told. The words first arose after his father died and he has blown them off for a long time. Until they rang true. Because one day Anne stopped crying, and people stopped leaving casseroles at the house, and Gemma started going on dates again, and Thomas showed up to chat with Harry more than he used to.

Time. Harry thinks he's pretty tolerant of time. He'd waited hours to speak to Daisy the first night he met her. He waited years to finally be more than the boy who almost killed her. And he's held onto two big secrets for all these years because he knows she'll need time before she can see him as someone she doesn't hate anymore. Years flew by so months should be a breeze. Right? Harry thinks so, but the two months away from Daisy are agonizing, and they're getting worse as days go by. Since when did November turn from 30 days to 300?

Extra training. Extra shifts. Extra work. Extra letters. Extra sleep. Yet nothing is helping to speed the process. He's gotten snippy (snippier than usual) to the point that he pissed off Frank for saying his wife's baking was "absolute shit" and he snapped at that red head girl in town for batting her eyelashes at him. There's a chance he told her she's skin to something the dog would drag in but he honestly can't bring himself to care at all. He just wants a moment with Daisy. Just one moment so he'll know that she's still is because sometimes he feels like he's been stuck at an army base his whole life and their marriage is all one big dream.

When the final day of November rolls around, Harry breathes a sigh of relief. He tells himself that he'll see her soon although he really doesn't know when soon will be.

He's hunched over a table in the cafeteria, hidden in the corner because he really doesn't want to talk to anyone, with his journal and mail sitting before him. He'd told his mum how hard the days were getting and she started sending letters more often, filling him in on random events and gatherings happening back home. He'd just gotten one yesterday talking about the neighbors starting a victory garden so he's a bit surprised to have another one so soon. Surprised, but grateful.

Dear Harry,

We've gotten more snow this week, enough for Niall to come over to shovel out the driveway for me. He stopped by your's and Daisy's home as well, insisting he help take care of "Harry's gals" as he put it. He's awful nice and I heard he's been checking in on Daisy often which is great.

I know you've really been missing her, and I hope this letter brings you comfort rather than heartache. Daisy is devastated without you. I do believe she's happy when she's at the bakery with Robin which I find simply wonderful, but there's multiple nights where she's shown up at my doorstep. She cries for you a lot, misses you more than I think you know. I think she sleeps better here. I always put her in your old bedroom and she's out like a light.

Please don't worry about her Harry. I'm glad she's come to me. She needs companionship and nurturing, both of which I can give. Know that she's safe and happy in your old room, and she's safe and happy with Robin. I know this may not be the happiest of news, but I want you to focus on the good part. Daisy misses you, and to miss you means she's gotten comfortable with you. She's cares about you Harry. I remember the days where I'd hear nothing but you bellyaching about her hating you. Think of how far you've come Harry, and use that happiness when things are tough.

We're all watching over Daisy and taking care of her. Now you take care of yourself, you've got a family waiting for you. I love you very much Harry, and I'm so proud of you.

-Mom

Harry's chest aches, bones collapsing with the image of his sweet Daisy dripping rain, crying in the middle of his mother's living room for him. He knows she's shy, and that she had a hard time being comfortable around his family. Not that he blames her. She was practically forced into the Styles family, so to know that she actually sought out Anne is heartbreaking. He's only ever seen cry a handful of times, all of them his doing, and the most dreadful time were her tears at their engagement party. She had looked so small and afraid, so desperate for safety that he genuinely hated himself at the time too. Because he did that to her. Well, not exactly, but he didn't fix the problem that was caused by his recklessness.

He can see that same look in her eyes. The one that came to mind when he was signing up for the army. Doe eyed, vulnerable, sweet, and innocent. Too precious for him to risk being hurt. He supposes he'd rather being crying over him than being crying over someone else's cruelty. At least if it's his fault he knows she's still safe. He'd never hurt her, not like the world would. Not like secrets between family members, and arranged marriages, and a German army would. No, he only teases her. It's his own stupid but relatively harmless way of getting back at her. She's been breaking his heart for years. He thinks it's fair that he gets to fluster her enough to tears sometimes.

But he never wanted her devastated and broken by his absence. Maybe he did his job too well. He somehow got her to be romantic with him after a decade of nothing but hatred. He cared for her, nurtured her, but then he had to leave, and that sheltered place he created for her left. He hopes she can find some sense of peace with his mother. Anne's always been the best mother anyone could ask for and Daisy could use that love right now.

Folding the letter back up, Harry decides he doesn't want to keep this one. While he feels appreciated and cared for because Daisy actually misses him, he doesn't want to have to be reminded of her teary eyes every time he comes across it. Harry's crumbling the letter up when another envelope is being thrown in front of him, smacking against the table top.

"What's this?" Harry asks gruffly, because the envelope is blank and thick so it couldn't have come in the mail. He looks up, heart jumping nervously when he's met with the eyes of his sergeant.

"Ticket home Styles," he says, lips quirking up under his thick mustache. "you've earned it. Taken on more work than necessary here. And I here you got a bird back home that doesn't want to spend Christmas alone."

Before Harry can say anything, sergeant is turning on his heel and heading towards the door. Harry stares in shock at the envelope, heart thumping in his ears. Pip had to have told sergeant about Daisy because that's the only guy Harry's ever talked to her about. After snapping at those French girls, he'd sat Harry down and told him to him everything. And he had. And now's he's got his ticket to Daisy. His ticket home.

[emospritelet]

Heatstroke - chapter 10

Last time, Lacey thought she was flashing Gold in his kitchen, and it turned out to be Neal. Oops!

[AO3]

x

Gold tugged the belt of his silk robe around his waist, smiling to himself as he heard Emma out on the landing explaining to baby Henry that although he thought it was a great time to be awake, momma needed coffee. He had heard Neal go downstairs a little earlier, so Emma would probably get her wish. It was nice to have his family back in the house, and he looked forward to spending the day with them. He made his way down to the kitchen, listening with half an ear as Emma and Neal discussed Henry’s breakfast.

“Heat up some of that porridge, would you?” said Emma, bouncing Henry on her hip. “If I don’t drink at least two cups of this coffee I’ll go back to sleep.”

“Sure thing,” said Neal. “You think he wants some banana in it?”

“Yeah. Should be some blueberries in the fridge, too.”

“Okay. Go sit down, I should take Dad a coffee. He’s usually up by now.”

“I’m up,” said Gold, entering the kitchen and making them look around. “You two relax, I’ll make breakfast. Eggs? Pancakes? There’s bacon if you want it.”

“Eggs, bacon and toast would be awesome,” sighed Neal, running his hands over his face.

“Ditto,” said Emma reverently, and took a slurp of coffee.

“You sleep okay?” asked Gold, and she nodded.

“Yeah, Henry was pretty good, he let us sleep until seven this morning. Usually he’s up with the birds.”

“Wait until he’s a teenager,” remarked Gold. “You won’t be able to get him out of bed without a crowbar.”

“That sounds like it’s aimed at me,” said Neal. “And I grew out of it.”

He gave Gold a friendly shove with an elbow as he passed with Henry’s porridge. Gold grinned, heading for the fridge and taking out the bacon. He began preparing the breakfast, taking sips of coffee in between cutting slices of bread, listening to Emma coaxing Henry to eat his porridge. Neal poured a cup of coffee for himself and set it down, leaning back against the kitchen counter. Gold stacked the bread slices, ready for the toaster, and reached for his coffee. It was good: strong and black, a smooth, nutty flavour spreading over his tongue.

“So,” said Neal. “This is not a question I ever thought I’d have to ask, but have you by any chance been flashing your neighbours?”

Gold choked on his coffee, eyes watering as he coughed.

“What?” he wheezed. “Why on earth would you ask that?”

“Mostly because a young woman marched in here, yelled ‘now we’re even’ and flashed me.” Neal flung his arms wide. “Squeaked, swore like a sailor and ran out as soon as I turned around, so I assume she was hoping to see you.”

Emma burst out laughing.

“Seriously?” she giggled. “Oh my God! Pops, what have you been up to?”

“Nothing,” said Gold stiffly. “If it’s who I think it is…” He hesitated for a moment. “What did she look like?”

Neal shrugged.

“Petite. Dark hair.”

“Australian accent?”

“Yeah, now you mention it.” Neal grinned, winking at him. “There something you want to tell us?”

“Her name is Lacey French,” said Gold coolly. “She’s my new neighbour, and we’re currently having something of a battle of wits. I’m not sure who’s winning.”

“If she’s getting naked in your kitchen, I’d say both of you,” remarked Emma, raising her cup. “Good for you.”

“It’s not like that,” he snapped, and then hesitated again. “She was really naked?”

“Under the robe, yeah,” said Neal. “I was at the sink. You should have seen her face when I turned around.”

“Was she pretty?” asked Emma, and Neal grinned.

“Yep.”

“You’re a stud, Pops!”

“I most certainly am not,” said Gold repressively, making them both chuckle.

He started making breakfast, hoping they would drop the subject, and set slices of bread in the toaster, trying very hard not to imagine what Lacey might look like naked. Naked in his kitchen. Naked in his bed.

“Why did she do it, though?” asked Emma, and Gold fumbled the bacon as he tried to get it on the grill.

“What?” he asked.

“Why did she say you were even?” asked Emma. “Why was she flashing you? Or - or thought she was flashing you?”

Gold sighed, laying out the bacon slices with rather more care than was necessary.

“She saw me at the cabin,” he said. “I’d been swimming in the lake, and she was running on the trail near the cabin when she saw me getting out.”

“So she saw you skinny dipping?”

“In a manner of speaking.” He wrapped the rest of the bacon and put it back in the fridge. “She saw me standing on the deck afterwards.”

“With - everything hanging out…” Neal gestured in the direction of his crotch, and Gold heaved another sigh.

“Yes, thank you Neal, with ‘everything hanging out’, as you so eloquently put it.”

Neal grinned widely and raised his coffee cup.

“Well,” remarked Emma, scooping up another spoonful of porridge. “Guess she liked what she saw.”

“What?” snapped Gold. “Don’t be ridiculous!”

“I’m just saying.” Emma gave Henry the spoon, wiping a smear of porridge from his chin. “Girl wouldn’t go to the trouble of showing you what she’s got if she didn’t want you to take notice of her.”

Gold stared at her as she sat back in her chair and reached for her coffee.

“That’s the most ludicrous thing I’ve ever heard,” he said eventually.

“Why? Makes perfect sense to me.”

“Because she hates me, that’s why.”

“How do you know?” asked Emma. “Maybe she’s just terrible at flirting, like you.”

“Because I know!” he snapped, and frowned. “What do you mean, like me?”

“I mean you can’t tell when a woman’s throwing herself at you,” she said patiently. “Remember last year, when we came up to visit for that Halloween party at Granny’s? That woman with the red hair was all over you like a rash.”

Gold shuddered.

“Miss West,” he muttered. “Don’t remind me. The woman has no concept of personal space.”

“Around you, sure,” said Neal. “I don’t see her draping herself over anyone else in town.”  

“And then there was the realtor for our apartment,” added Emma. “She was dropping hints the size of taxicabs about the two of you getting dinner. You gave her your recipe for coq au vin and pretty much shut the door in her face.”

“She said she enjoyed cosy evenings in…”

“My point,” said Emma, waving a hand in the direction of Lacey’s house. “Is that I think this girl likes you, I think you actually like her, and the two of you are as bad as each other at showing it.”

“Like her?” Gold stared at her, outraged. “The woman’s a bloody menace!”

Emma and Neal shared a look, and a satisfied nod that made his eyebrows draw down.

“I do not like her!” he said petulantly. “I don’t!”

“Fine,” sighed Neal. “We won’t say anything more about it.”

“To you,” added Emma. “It’s gonna be the main topic of conversation when we’re driving home, though.”

“Especially if we see the two of you interact,” said Neal, raising his cup.

“Oh yeah, if there’s any interaction we’re totally giving you our opinions again,” agreed Emma, and Gold scowled as they chuckled.

“I’m so glad my non-existent love life is of interest,” he said waspishly. “Perhaps we could change the subject? I thought perhaps a walk in the woods today, and we can go to Granny’s this evening for dinner. If the two of you can stop taking the bloody piss between now and then, of course.”

Emma set down the porridge and got up, kissing his cheek.

“It’s only because we love you, you know that, right?” she said. “We want you to be happy. Not every day a pretty young thing gets naked in your kitchen, and if it happens again, we want you to make the most of it.”

“Just don’t tell us the details,” said Neal hastily.

Gold grunted, mollified.

“Well, I’m sure you mean well,” he said, kissing Emma back. “But I can assure you that’s never gonna happen.”

x

At six-thirty in the evening, Granny’s diner was busy enough that Lacey felt she could at least pretend that she wasn’t having an existential crisis. Since the incident in Gold’s kitchen she had hidden in her house and sworn that she would not be setting foot out of doors until she could be sure of not doing something mortifying. A day of nothing but her own company had, however, been too much to bear, and so she had come to Granny’s to have a few drinks with Ruby. She managed to get one of the tables near the bar, and was stirring her rum and coke with a straw, waiting for Ruby to arrive.

“Okay.” Ruby’s tone was brisk as she hurried over and flopped into the seat opposite, the scent of fresh perfume wafting from her. “Shift’s done and I no longer smell like burgers, so let’s get this girls’ night going! Did you order yet?”

“Hell yes,” said Lacey, pointing to her drink. “You’re one behind. I ordered another round.”

“Cool.” Ruby shuffled in her seat, then leaned on the table and waggled her eyebrows. “So. How’d it go with Gold?”

Lacey groaned and slumped forward, head on folded arms.

“I’m gonna take a wild guess and say not well,” observed Ruby, and Lacey groaned again.

“I’m moving to Greenland,” she said in a muffled voice.

“Huh?”

She pushed up on her hands, fixing Ruby with a flat stare.

“I tried to get even and it backfired,” she said dolefully.

“How come?” asked Ruby. “I thought you were gonna flash him. What could go wrong with that? I’m willing to bet he appreciated the view.”

“Maybe if he’d seen it he would have,” said Lacey. “Unfortunately it wasn’t him I flashed.”

Ruby’s eyes widened.

“What?”

“There was someone else at his house.” Lacey sat back in her chair, slumping a little as she reached for her drink. “Some guy. I think it was his son.”

“Dark hair, brown eyes, kind of has an expression like a puppy that wants petting?” asked Ruby.

“I - well, definitely the first two, I guess,” said Lacey.

“Yeah, that’s his son,” confirmed Ruby. “Neal. Moved to Boston years ago, works in insurance or something. I think he has a kid now.”

“Well, there wasn’t a kid there, thank God,” said Lacey, with feeling.

“Wow. Kind of unlucky that the one time you go ever there, he’s visiting, huh?”

“Unlucky?” snapped Lacey. “Yeah, you could say that.”

Ruby shrugged, leaning back as one of the waitresses set down their round of drinks.

“Well, it just means that you’ll need to move to phase two of the plan, that’s all.”

“Phase t– there is no phase two!” Lacey threw up her hands. “I’m not even sure there was a phase one!”

“It was your idea to try to get even,” Ruby said. “You just need to plan it better, that’s all.”

“No way.” Lacey shook her head, taking a drink. “I’m not talking to that man ever again. It only blows up in my face.”

“But you wanted to interview him,” Ruby reminded her. “Sidney said he’d give you a raise, remember?”

“Yeah.” She shook her head, stabbing at the ice cubes with her straw. “Well, I’ll just have to think of a way to arrange that that doesn’t involve anyone being naked.”

“That sounds like no fun at all.”

“Ruby…”

“Okay, I’m teasing.” Ruby grinned wickedly. “Although you have to admit that getting naked with him would probably bag you an interview.”

“No one is getting naked,” said Lacey loudly, making the diners at the next table glance around. She sighed, blushing a little, and Ruby snickered.

“Maybe his son didn’t say anything to him,” she suggested.

“Yeah, maybe.” Lacey eyed her. “Would you keep quiet about something like that?”

“Oh, hell no!”

“Yeah.” She pulled a face, eyes flicking towards the door as it opened, and felt her heart sink. “Shit! He’s here!”

“What?”

“Gold!” Lacey hunched over the table, hoping Ruby would shield her from his gaze. “Shit!”

“Would you relax, he’s probably just here to get some food.” Ruby glanced over her shoulder. “See? He’s getting a table. And - yep, that’s Neal. With a stroller. Oh my God, that is one cute kid. Oh, and that’s Neal’s wife. I forgot how pretty she is.”

“Just tell me no one’s looking my way.”

“You’re safe.” Ruby turned back. “See? Gold didn’t even glance at you. I don’t think Neal told him.”

“Right.” Lacey felt her heart lighten a little. “Okay. Look, can we get out of here and go to the Rabbit Hole? I don’t think I can relax if he’s here.”

Ruby sighed.

“Fine, but you’re gonna have to see him at some point,” she said. “You’re neighbours.”

“Don’t remind me.”

“Okay, how about this,” said Ruby. “Once Neal goes back to Boston, you go over to his place like nothing happened and ask about the interview. It’s not like you introduced yourself to Neal, so even if he did say something to Gold, all he knows is that some random woman flashed his son. So just pretend it wasn’t you.”

“Okay.” Lacey nodded. “Act like it never happened. Got it.”

“And then, when he least expects it…” Ruby mimed opening a coat, and Lacey rolled her eyes.

“Oh no,” she said. “My days of exposing myself are over. If he wants to see me naked he’s gonna have to be the one to make the effort.”

“Hmm,” said Ruby slyly. “It almost sounds like you want him to try...”

“What?” Lacey gaped at her. “I do not!”

“Mhmm.” Ruby took a long slurp of her drink. “Come on, finish that and let’s get out of here. I feel a number of poor decisions need to be made this evening, and I want your help to make ‘em.”

“Fine,” said Lacey. “As long as you don’t expect me to carry you home.”

She swallowed most of her drink, the rum burning on its way down, and set down the glass before pushing to her feet. The chair legs scraped against the floor, and Gold glanced over. She was surprised when he looked away almost immediately, his attention on his family, and even more surprised that she was disappointed by that fact. You wanted him to ignore you. What the hell is wrong with you?

“Ready?” Ruby was watching her expectantly, and Lacey pulled her eyes away from the Golds.

“Ready,” she said.

He glanced across again as she headed for the door, and she kept her eyes on her destination, a prickling feeling between her shoulder blades, as though she was marked. As though he was watching her leave.

[hewwo-fwends]

you gonna be okay? - pjs + zcl (NCT)

hello. I wrote this to help myself out of a mental funk kinda ting, which is really depressing in itself, but it did help. I thought it would be a waste if no one saw it, ya know? it's a bit controversial. fun fact: I made a whole new account to post this so no one I know can find me here.

so um for context, both jisung and chenle are quite a bit older than me, and I'm over a year legal in my country. anyway. here we go yeehaw.

warnings: angst (⚠️⚠️TRIGGER WARNING⚠️⚠️ MENTIONS OF SH AND PANIC/ANXIETY ATTACKS), kinda smut (like a little bit of grinding and marking and tongue salsa), jisung has anxiety or smth idk, chenle misses jisung, ends with fluff and stuff it's kinda kyoot

word count: 4.4k

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the recurrence of these emotions should have been the first warning sign. how he had felt this way so often over the past 3 years. maybe the first time he marked up his own body should have been the second warning sign. the numbness within him fading to a euphoric stinging sensation within seconds, then to guilt and anxiety. no one could know. then maybe the third warning sign would have been his growing dependency on things that kill you from the inside. drinking and smoking to feel anything but numb or anxious or like he wanted to be crushed under a car. but none of the above felt like warning signs to him, because between the worst lows and the happy period right after, he would forget anything happened. he would ignore it. he would tell himself it wasnt a big deal, and that no one should know. so no one did.

jisung was seen as the funny, nice friend in this way. he would listen to others' problems and help them as much as he could. he would give people his things to make them happy, not expecting to get anything back himself. he wouldn't try to make others laugh, but would feel proud when he did. people liked him in a casual way. he was a good guy, a kind guy. jisung thought that too sometimes, before he stopped himself. "don't get too into your own head." he would think. "show these people how nice you are. be the happy person that people like. that will make you happy all the time." clearly, that didn't always work. but, to fulfill his purpose, he ignored and forgot the times when he didn't live up to his happy persona. it didn't happen. he was happy. always happy. nothing but happy. and he prayed to any and all gods that he would never get caught out.

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"Jisung. Talk to me for a sec." Coach spoke from across the gym. Whilst still laughing about a joke with his friends, he jogged over to the coach, smiling brightly. "What's up with you today? You get enough sleep? You were all over the place. I swear I saw you trip over your own feet a couple times." Jisung's smile almost faltered, but he caught himself before it could.

"Ah, coach. You know me. I may have spent a little bit longer on Overwatch last night than usual but it's only because of this one guy that kept busting my nu- killstreak, man! I had to get him back or I wouldn't have slept at all!" Coach laughed at the teen's obvious rage thinking back to this other player and his tone softened.

"Yeah, yeah. I do get it. But don't let it happen again, alright? You're my star player and I'm counting on you for regionals. You won't let me down, right?"

"Sir, no, sir!" Jisung projected.

"You cheeky brat. Go on. Get outta here." the coach laughed as Jisung jogged back over to where his friends were joking and packing their bags.

"Hey, Sung. What was that about?" questioned Jeno, whilst spraying himself with deodorant and suffocating the rest of the group.

"Watch it, fuckface!" exclaimed Renjun, coughing up his organs.

"Oh, nothing. Just talking about regionals." Jisung replied after clearing his throat of Lynx Africa.

"Ahh, star player Jisung! But you were a bit slow today, huh? I might just steal your spot up the coach's ass, you get me?" Jaemin nudged Jisung, making the group laugh at the boy's teasing remark.

"Never in a million years, Na." Jisung shoved the boy before grabbing his bag and sidestepping away to avoid reprisal. The other boys followed this action and started walking towards the door, talking between each other.

"So, do y'all wanna get some food or something?" Haechan asked the group, hinting that he definitely did want to get some food. The group all murmured in agreement, apart from Jisung, who replied "Ah, I would love to but my mum wants me back for dinner with the family tonight."

"Aww momma's boy Jisungie. How cute." Jaemin teased before reaching to squeeze the youngest's cheeks. Jisung backed away, making sounds of fear whilst smiling at his friend's show of affection. Jaemin eventually backed off and Jisung rubbed his now red cheeks. He drifted to the back of the group walking through the school's empty corridors. A few seconds later, Chenle found his way next to him.

"Hey, are you gonna make it on the PlayStation tonight?" he asked excitedly.

"Ah, I don't know, man. Depends if my mum lets me." Jisung replied whilst rubbing the nape of his neck.

"What? But she didn't let you play last night! That's child cruelty, I swear!" his shrill voice rang through Jisung's ears, making him flinch to the side.

"Yeah. I know it sucks. But you guys are great without me, too! You'll be fine, man."Jisung reassured the loud boy. They continued to talk about the game that Jisung had missed the night before until the group reached a crossroads. They waved goodbye and Jisung split off from the group who were heading to a diner around the corner. As he walked down the pavement towards his house, he realised how dark it had gotten in only 10 minutes. It made sense as it was December, and he sighed as he looked at the expansive sky with greys and whites mixing with dark blue. As he approached his house, he noticed that the Christmas lights had been put up, white and orange fairy lights strung across the bushes outside and over the front door. He smiled to himself. As he stepped into the house, his fingers tingled from the contrast of the freezing winter air outside and the cozy central heating inside. "Mum?" Jisung shouted down the corridor whilst taking off his shoes and putting his bag on the floor.

"Hey, Sungie! How was school?" her voice appeared from the living room and Jisung walked towards it.

"Ah, same old, same old, you know?" he shrugged.

"Are you not hanging out with your friends today?" she asked as she paused her TV programme. She had been watching Rick and Morty and Jisung couldn't help but think how much she would fit in with his age group. The thought made him cringe.

"No. They were all tired and had to go home." He said whilst looking at the paused TV screen.

"Oh, well. I hope you don't mind but me and dad are going out tonight with some friends so do you mind making your own dinner? Your sister's staying at her friend's house so don't worry about her and your brother's in his room with his friend and they're doing their own thing." Jisung's mum explained. Jisung's face almost dropped but, once again, he caught himself and smiled.

"Of course, that's fine. I'll make myself some ramen. Have fun tonight!" he said as he walked out of the room and grabbed his bag.

"You too!" his mum spoke before the sound of the TV started playing again. Jisung jogged upstairs and down the corridor to his room before walking in and locking the door behind him, as was his routine. He sighed and dropped his bag on the floor, standing still by the door. Next in his routine was the sudden wave of cold that rushed over him, so much colder than the rest of the house. Then his lip would start quivering and he may have let out a whimper or two, before dropping onto his bed and sobbing with no tears, just the feeling of hopelessness running through his veins. His body curled in on itself and his hands clawed at his bedsheets as his face dug into his pillow. He would then rock back and forth for the next half an hour, chanting such phrases as "I wish I was dead" or "I'm horrible" or maybe "I hate this". What it was that he hated? He couldn't tell you. He just knew he didn't want to be there anymore. Or anywhere really. He would contemplate carving into himself like a Halloween pumpkin again but would always chicken out just before, remembering how tiring it was to hide it the first times. He didn't want to add anymore stuff to his plate. Also, his physical appearance needed to match his social appearance. No one could know what he was like on his own. It was his own little secret. However, he needed to feel something. So he would curl up on his floor, his head against his carpet, and scratch all down his arms, as hard as he could. The sensation made him feel something, and feeling something felt euphoric. After maybe managing to shed a few tears and falling asleep, he would wake up feeling drained and somewhat annoyed for not being able to see the scratches on his arms. But of course, he would then think of himself as an attention-whore, and make himself forget anything had happened. His day then continues from then with him being the happy social butterfly he was known to be. And the cycle would repeat.

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"Hey, you better come hang with us tonight. I feel like I hardly see you anymore!" Chenle spoke to Jisung in what he would call his "quiet voice". Luckily, they were in the canteen and there was hardly anyone around.

"You know I would love to, but I've got a lot of homework to do! Mr Suh is being a real bitch lately, you know?" Jisung spoke back as he played with the rice on his plate. School food really did nothing for his constant nausea.

"But you've been working so much lately! You've had to do homework almost every day after school for the past month! And before that, your mum needed you to come home for dinner every night! I miss you, Sungie." Chenle's typically loud and screeching voice fell at the last bit, and Jisung looked up at the boy through his fringe. What did he mean by "I miss you" when he was right there in front of him? He hadn't gone anywhere.

"What do you mean "you miss me"? I'm right here, Lele." Jisung almost reached his hand out for Chenle's on the other side of the table, but ended up deciding against it and just leaning forwards slightly.

"But you're not though. I only see you in school now. And you hardly talk to me anymore. You used to tell me about stuff that's going on in your life. Now I have to talk to you first to get you to notice to me." Jisung's eyes began to get hot as he looked down at the table. He could feel his heartbeat in his stomach and his muscles begin to twitch. This wasn't good. "Do you even like me anymore? I thought you were my best friend, Jisung. What's happened to you?" Chenle's voice held an apprehensive and somewhat emotional tone. Jisung couldn't breathe. He needed to get out of there.

"I've gotta go." he rushed out his words in a hushed tone to stop his tears from falling, whilst pushing up from his seat and speeding out of the canteen as fast as possible without running. His eyes stayed trained on the ground and the tears welling up made him feel like he was about to throw up. He pushed open the door to a toilet block he knew no one would be in before rushing into a cubicle and locking the door behind him. He broke.

His sobs rang against the walls of the cubicle, no matter how much he tried to repress them. He slapped his hand over his mouth in attempt to quieten himself, and his tears fell like torrential rain, down his face, his hands and to the floor. His back slid down the wall of the cubicle until he was curled up on the floor in a puddle of his own trembling limbs and tears. He stayed in that state for 5 more minutes, neither his tears nor his emotions subsiding. Then, he heard the door of the toilet block crash open, promptly followed by a shout of "Jisung?". Chenle.

Jisung's eyes clenched shut so tightly that he was seeing stars, his nails now digging into his cheeks with how tightly he was covering his mouth. The tears didn't stop but at least they didn't make any noise. "Jisung. I know you're there. I won't break down the door. Just let me in." Chenle's voice turned softer, but now with an added hint of concern. Jisung dreaded to think that Chenle was concerned about him. He tried to stop the tears so he could face his friend, but they wouldn't stop, and he couldn't even move. He felt trapped where he was. His body had given up. "I'm not going anywhere, Jisung. I promise."  Chenle's voice sounded close, like his head was against the other side of the door. Hearing him say that somehow made Jisung break even further. He didn't know that was possible. His sobs could suddenly be heard again even through his hands tight grasp on his face. "Jisung?" Chenle's voice sounded panicked now. He didn't want to do that to him. He needed to let him know he was there, even like this.

"Chenle-" he rasped out between sobs. His voice clearly sounded tired and weak, with a hint of desperation.

"Please, open the door, Sungie." Jisung sobbed harder, feeling incapable of moving whatsoever, but his best friend's distress gave him an ounce of motivation, but not without added guilt and shame. He hid his head in his arm against his knees and blindly reached for the lock on the door. He felt it unlock and immediately curled his other hand around himself, hoping to not be seen. Of course, that didn't happen. He heard a gasp from above and then felt the brush of air against his arm as his friend dropped down next to him. His sobs had still not stopped and he felt the smallest he had ever felt in his life right at this moment, curled up on the toilet floor next to his best friend. He didn't know what he had expected to happen, but it certainly wasn't the warm feeling of his friends arms wrapping around him, and the warmth of his breath against his neck. They didn't usually do that with each other. This only spurred on more tears, but slightly fuzzier ones. With some sensation back in his body, he twisted his hand upwards to hold onto his friend's arm, a small message to the other boy in an attempt to translate how grateful he is to him and that he's the best friend anyone could ever wish for. It may have not translated that whole message, but he hoped that it got pretty close.

"You're gonna be okay, Sungie." Chenle spoke into the crying boy's neck. The warmth tickled him and caused a hot shiver to run across his spine. Wait. Was he blushing? In shock about having just blushed at the actions of his best friend, he managed to lift his head up and open his eyes. His sight was blurred but he could see the wavy outline of his small friend through his unrelenting tears. He could feel hands upon his cheeks as they turned his face towards him to wipe at the tears under his eyes with the soft pads of his thumbs. He hoped so much that his face was red enough from crying to cover up the ever-growing blush that adorned his cheeks. He bit his lip and looked down in embarrassment, but Chenle didn't allow it. With his hands still resting on his cheeks, he lifted his head back up and pressed his forehead against the others. Out of surprise, Jisung's right hand shot up to hold onto the other's elbow, before sliding up to his hand against his cheek instead. He rested his hand on top of Chenle's and leant into it slightly, enjoying the feeling way too much than he should have felt okay with. His eyes fell shut again as he released a sigh that fluttered against Chenle's cheeks. They sat there, sharing each other's space, for what felt like years. Jisung wished the feeling would never stop. But as long as Chenle was with him, he felt like it never would.

After his tears had slowed and his breathing had evened out, Jisung felt Chenle's hand slide away from his face. He felt himself almost starting to cry yet again, before Chenle's fingers slid between his own and his thumb started rubbing his hand. Chenle's head pulled away from Jisung's and tilted against the wall they were both leaning against instead. "Is this okay?" Chenle asked in a genuinely hushed and soothing voice, one that Jisung didn't know he was capable of. He couldn't tell what Chenle was referring to until he squeezed Jisung's hand ever so slightly and Jisung blushed yet again.

"Yeah. It's fine." the corners of his mouth tilted ever so slightly before he realised and stopped himself. But Chenle didn't even try to stop himself. He had already noticed Jisung's mistake and smiled back widely himself. This only made Jisung feel shy and bashfully smile at the floor.

"Your smile is so pretty." Chenle stated, as if it was the most obvious fact in the galaxy. Jisung's eyes shot up to the other boy's face, who was now giggling at Jisung's reaction. Jisung quickly looked back down to the floor as he felt the flustered feeling spread all over his head.

As Chenle's giggles quietened down, Jisung tilted his head against the wall, before realising just how close their faces were. He could feel Chenle's breath against his lips. He felt an involuntary sound creeping up his throat, but swallowed hard to keep it down. "Are you feeling any better?" Chenle spoke in a deep voice, quiet and gentle on Jisung's currently sensitive ears.

"I do feel better right now." Jisung responded, his voice still weak and raspy.

"Right now?" Chenle's eyebrows curled in confusion. "Why right now?"

Jisung couldn't stop the words from coming out. "Because you're here." His eyes widened the second after he let it slip from his lips, having shocked himself with the obvious "line". He didn't know how to repair that. So he just stayed silent, red in the face and frozen. He only barely noticed Chenle's small smile before he registered that they were somehow even closer to one another. He felt their noses brush together and this time, he didn't think fast enough to stop the involuntary sound falling off his lips. A hushed whimper spilled into the shared breathing space between them. Chenle's head was back where it was before, pressed against Jisung's, and Jisung couldn't stop himself from glancing down at his best friend's lips. His best friend, he thought. This was not normal, and he knew it. But he didn't care. It felt so much better than anything he had ever done before. So much more natural. He wanted this. So bad.

His mouth was slightly open, trying to maximise his air intake as the air around him suddenly got so hot.

"Can I?" He felt Chenle's breath against his tongue, and his nose brushed against Jisung's once more.

"Please." It came out much more whiny than he had expected, but he wasn't even ashamed anymore as his best friend's lips melted into his own, their synchronisation making Jisung feel like he had been missing this his whole life. Chenle. Just Chenle. They seemed to fall into a trance as the taste and feeling of one another became addictive. Jisung only realised what was happening when he felt a hand sliding up his arm and towards his neck, the thumb rubbing against his jugular. Another hand had slid up his leg and was squeezing his thigh. Jisung couldn't help but grab onto the front of Chenle's shirt and pull his body even closer as he released yet another whimpering noise. That was a cue for Chenle to lick at Jisung's bottom lip, subtly asking for permission to take this further. It wasn't even a question for Jisung. He let his mouth fall open and Chenle was immediately there, lapping at the other's tongue with his own. The feeling made Chenle groan slightly, and Jisung's fist clenched tighter on his shirt in response, another whimper falling from his occupied lips. He felt breathless in the best way, so didn't even attempt to pull away to breathe. He didn't want to stop and could tell that neither did Chenle.

A few minutes later, Chenle had explored Jisung's entire mouth and wanted to find out some more about the boy, so his hands fell to his hips and pulled slightly, inviting Jisung to come closer. Jisung took this offer with delight, climbing onto the other's lap and leaning back onto the other's knees as Chenle slid his back further up the wall for a more comfortable position. They both quickly found each other's lips again and got right back into the flow of the situation. Chenle's hands had drifted from Jisung's tiny waist to his hips, just above his ass that was sat in a place that he didn't want to dwell too much on, though he found that to be extremely difficult with how fidgety Jisung could be. Jisung's hands found purchase against Chenle's chest again, occasionally grasping at his shirt when he felt to overwhelmed, so the entire time really.

After a few more minutes, Chenle leaned his head back against the wall, looking up at Jisung with so much adoration. Jisung felt hot under his stare and missed the feeling of his lips.

"You're so hot, baby." Chenle spoke in his low voice, like he was talking to himself. Jisung whined and leaned in, hoping to find Chenle's lips again, only to be stopped by the feeling of a hand around the base of his neck, not holding him, just applying light pressure, enough to stop him in his tracks and make him roll his hips. The feeling made his head fall back and he accidentally released a moan. He felt embarrassed, but also really, really hot. He heard a growl from below him but before he could look back down, he felt Chenle's hot mouth against his neck, right next to his jugular. His teeth bit into the skin and his mouth sucked around the mark, making Jisung involuntarily move his hips faster against Chenle's torso, looking for any friction whatsoever. Like Chenle was reading his mind, he ground his hips upwards into Jisung's own, right as he bit into the other side of his neck. "Fuck!" Jisung exclaimed, the breath being knocked out of his lungs at the sensation.

"Close already?" Chenle teased. Jisung suddenly realised how weird it was to hear that from his best friend. The best friend he would play games with as a child. the best friend he would talk about girls with in his early teen years. The best friend he would vent to when he was stressed, and who would do the same back. The best friend he had talked about getting a house with in the future, somewhere in a big city. The best friend that was now making him feel so fucking good on the floor of the school toilets when they're both supposed to be in lessons. The best friend he wants to scream the name of for the rest of his life, disturbing the neighbours and almost getting kicked out of several apartments. He's not even mad.

°•°•°•°•°•°•

Them walking out of that toilet block must have been the most comedic moment in either of their lives. To set the scene, they both styled matching red faces and disheveled hair, with Chenle rocking a creased shirt and Jisung showing off his abundance of blossoming purple and red bite marks, trailing all over his jaw and neck and deep down into his collar line and, to top it all off, their non-chalant "we did not just fuck I swear" facial expressions. Glancing up and down the corridor to avoid any other unsuspecting students, they made a bee-line for Chenle's locker where he knew he kept a hoodie to hide Jisung's Vincent Van Gogh "Starry Night"-lookin' neck. The only problem was that it was on the other side of the school.

Why Jisung decided to come instead of waiting, Chenle didn't know. He just thought he was too cute and didn't really want to leave him alone either. But luckily, it was still lesson time, so there was hardly anyone in the halls. So there they were, running through the halls Breakfast Club-style, dodging teachers and the odd student, until they reached Chenle's locker. He made quick work of opening it and grabbing the hoodie, buried underneath about 5 textbooks, 3 folders and a bag of snacks. "You're a mess." Jisung joked.

"Look, do you want the hoodie or not?" Chenle reiterated, his eyes wide as if he were scolding a child.

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry!" Jisung giggled, taking the hoodie from Chenle's hands. Chenle jabbed quickly at Jisung's stomach, making him bend over and jump backwards dramatically. He pulled the hoodie over himself, surprised that it was kind of big on him.

"Not as big as you thought you were, huh?" Chenle quirked his eyebrow and Jisung blushed, once again, at his remark. He pulled up the hood and tugged the strings tight around his head, making Chenle coo at him. "You baby." And Jisung swore he could somehow hear the star emojis and "uwu" emoticon in his voice. Chenle walked closer to him, holding his sweater paws and then looking around to make sure no one was there. He then leaned in to quickly steal another kiss, lingering too long for it to be classed as a peck. "What lesson have you got now?" Chenle asked, still holding Jisung's sweater paws, now leaning against the lockers.

"I think Chemistry?" Jisung puffed out his cheeks in thought. Chenle was enamored.

"You okay to go? I can stay with you if you want me to." Chenle reasoned. Jisung's eyes dropped to the ground as he smiled.

"I'm definitely feeling better right now. I might even learn something in Chem." Jisung chuckled.

"Wouldn't that be a miracle." Chenle smiled. The other then pushed his shoulder lightly, making him giggle.

"I'm gonna miss you." Jisung mumbled towards his feet. Chenle leaned in further, smiling.

"That's cheesy and disgusting but you're cute so I'm gonna miss you too." He punctuated his statement with a kiss on the other's lips. Followed by another one. Then another. And another. They were both really lost in each other. And they didn't want to be anything else.

[blackbirdmuses]

Flashback for Icelyn (if you need an idea... an early memory with photography?)

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Icelyn's first camera

Everything about the Human World was so fresh and exciting that Icelyn hardly knew where to look. There were so many new colours, smells and sounds surrounding her and, while a considerable part of her felt completely overwhelmed, there was a part of her that wished to learn and discover as much as she could; for who knew when her next trip to this strange land would be?

"Is it everythin' you thought it'd be, Lynnie?" asked her father, walking closely beside her with his green eyes restlessly surveying their surroundings and his hand firmly entwined in hers.

Icelyn, whose attention had been on a large window full of faceless frozen figures wearing brightly coloured clothes, considered her father's question. When Icelyn had heard her parents stories of the Human World before, she hadn't expected it to be as big as this, but not quite as small as Halloween Town was. She expected to see things she'd never come across before, but not quite as many as this. "I don't know," she confessed. "Maybe." As they neared a corner, they stopped beside several other humans who were all looking expectantly at the glowing image of a red hand. Her father chuckled under his breath. "It's a lot different from town, ain't it?" Icelyn hummed in agreement, but her voice was drowned out by a very loud beeping above them. The lit image of the hand had changed into a green person walking and the crowd of people ahead of them began to drift in a collective wave across the street. Following them, Icelyn was shocked to find other humans coming towards her. Holding tight to her father's hand, she navigated through the mass of humans until they were safely on the pavement once again.

"There are so many people!" she squeaked, scampering along beside him. "Which is why you gotta make sure to stick with me," her father reminded her firmly. "I don't wanna lose you in the crowd."

Icelyn bit her lip, her blonde curls bobbing in a firm nod. The last thing she wanted was to get lost. She didn't like the idea of being away from home for too long, even if the Human World was quite interesting. As they rounded another corner, the horizon opened up into a v-shaped intersection covered in glowing screens with brightly coloured moving images on them. Staring in wonder, Icelyn tried to read the words printed on each.

"Pretty cool, huh?" her father gently squeezed her hand, looking down at her. "The Humans call this place Times Square." Icelyn nodded, though her gaze had moved to the pavement in the centre of the busy road. Groups of humans were posing in front of little boxes in their hands, then looking at them with grins or laughter.

"What are they doing?" she said aloud. Her father hesitated for a moment, following her gaze to the Humans with the boxes. "They're takin' photographs," he explained. "Y'know, with cameras?" Icelyn frowned, looking up at her father. "What's a camera?" Her father blinked several times. "Well...it's..." He trailed off, his gaze drifting towards the crowds of people. "...actually, I got a better idea. C'mon." Without another word, her father began leading her along the street, merging with the bustling hordes until they were caught in a flow that made Icelyn feel like she had been swept up into a river current. "Where are we going?" she queried, skipping along the pavement. "You'll see, darlin'," he reassured her, looking around until he seemed to spot what he was looking for. "In here."

Ducking into a doorway, Icelyn followed her father through a pair of large, glass doors that opened up into a dazzling shop. White shelves housed a variety of different electrical devices that she had seen around the house - toasters, kettles, music players and even those televisions that she'd heard her brothers talking about.

Stopping in front of a large shelving unit, her father pulled a box from the middle shelf and held it out for her to see. "Here," He crouched in front of her. "This is a camera. Humans use 'em to take pictures." Icelyn's brow raised. "Like the ones at home? Of you and Momma? And Uncle James and Uncle Mark?" "That's right!" he agreed. "But this one takes colour pictures...and I'm pretty sure they're instant, too."

Icelyn admired the image on the front of the box. The camera was pastel blue, her favourite colour, and showed the photograph of two humans grinning coming out of a slot at the bottom of the camera. "Can I use one?" she said tentatively. "So I can remember our trip?" Her father paused, his eyes flickering across her face. "Why not?"

Icelyn felt her chest swell with excitement, imagining all the sights she could keep record of in photograph form. She wanted to take pictures of her parents and her brothers and her Uncles and keep them on her wall, and she wanted to take photos of all her favourite places in Halloween Town and the Human World.

After the camera was purchased, the box was torn open and her father helped her to take her first photograph. Just like all of the Humans they had been admiring, they decided to pose in front of the bright screens in Times Square.

[bwayfan25]

The Weaver-Levin-Lewis Family Values

When I had my my annual October thought, “Homeboy and I should dress up as Morticia and Gomez for Halloween,” it occured to me that he Weaver-Levin-Lewises had the perfect amount of children for an Addams Family family costume.

* * *

Susan straightened the long black wig on her head as Kerry stepped out of the master bathroom behind her. She made eye contact with (a very perturbed-looking) Kerry in the mirror of the vanity before her face broke out into a wide grin. 

“I hope you’re happy,” Kerry said in response to the excitement on Susan’s face.

“Oh, I’m very happy,” Susan replied, standing up. “You look great.”

“I look ridiculous,” Kerry said flatly. 

“We all look ridiculous, Kerry. It’s Halloween.”

“Susan, I have a moustache drawn on my face in eyebrow pencil. And, for the record, you don’t look ridiculous. You look... really, um... really good.” Kerry’s face grew red as she grew distracted by the deeply cut black dress Susan wore. “That dress really... That dress really fits you well.”

“Uh, Kerry, my eyes are up here,” Susan said, motioning from her (admittedly very nice) cleavage up to her eyes. 

Her grin turned into a smirk as Kerry’s face grew an even deeper shade of red.

“Though, I’ll be honest,” Susan said, wrapping an arm around Kerry’s waist, “that was very in character for Gomez, so I’ll allow it.”

“Remind me again why I have to be the man?” Kerry asked as Susan kissed her on the cheek. 

“Because I’m taller than you,” Susan replied simply. “And it’s better when Morticia is the same height as Gomez or taller.”

“And who decided that?” 

“It’s just common knowledge,” Susan said with a shrug. “I mean, come on. Who doesn’t love tall women?”

Kerry rolled her eyes (just as Susan was hoping for) as the Pugsley and Wednesday of their Addams Family half-ran, half-tumbled their way into the master bedroom.

“But I need something else,” Suzie whined. “It’s not enough.”

“Suzie, you’re wearing your entire costume,” Annie shot back. “You’ve got everything you need.”

“Nu-uh,” Suzie replied. “I need makeup.”

“You’re dressed as a boy, and boys don’t wear- Wait,” Annie said, cutting her self off. “Nevermind. I forgot. Abba wears makeup sometimes.”

Suzie let out a triumphant “Ha!” and then rushed over to Susan, who agreed to give her some spooky makeup to go with her Pugsley costume. Annie turned to Kerry, ready to ask if her Wednesday braids looked alright, when she saw Kerry’s makeup and smiled.

“You have a moustache,” Annie said with a grin.

“I do,” Kerry confirmed, nodding. “I'm too old to have mine on a binky like Charlie does.”

Both redheads automatically glanced at the eight-month-old on the bed, who was contentedly sucking away on her pacifier, completely unaware of the moustache taped to it.

“Are you going to use your crutch or are you going to use Grandma’s cane?” Annie asked. But then she frowned. “Well, I guess it’s actually your cane.”

“Yeah, but I’m okay if we call it Grandma’s,” Kerry said, stroking Annie’s hair. “She used it more than I did.”

Annie considered this for a moment and then nodded before turning towards Susan. As she was just releasing Suzie following the application of her spooky makeup, Annie took her opportunity to ask how her Wednesday impression looked. (”Very evil, dear.” “Thank you.”)

Kerry picked the black-and-silver cane up from where it leaned against the vanity. She’d had to dig it out of the closet as she’d stowed it away not from disuse, but because of who had used it last. Tonight seemed a good night to get it out, though, as, if the Addams Family was known for anything, it was remembering those that they had lost.

“We’re definitely gonna win the Best Costume competition tonight, right, Momma?” Suzie asked as she bounced up and down from her seat on the bed. 

“I think we have a very good shot,” Kerry said with a chuckle.

“I think so, too,” Suzie agreed, nodding. 

“Alright, Addams-Weaver-Levin-Lewis family,” Susan said as she picked Charlie up and set her on her hip. “Let’s get our shoes on so we can go.”

Suzie slid off the bed and joined Annie in a race to the shoe rack near the front door. Susan took their absence to step closer to Kerry and drop her voice. 

“I mean to say this earlier, but if we’re going to have any chance of winning, we’ve really gotta commit to the characters,” she said sincerely. “Because Mark told me that he and Elizabeth are coming as Westley and Buttercup from The Princess Bride. And I’m just going to call it now - If he gazes into her eyes lovingly and says, ‘As you wish,’ we’re toast.”

[gothicwidowsworld]

Tate Langdon #2

A/N yeah ik it’s not Halloween anymore but it has to be set then to make the imagine work and I’m to lazy to wait :)

Imagine...

She was the only part of himself that had ever made sense but still he couldn’t see how much she meant to him until it was too late. She was just a beautiful as he remembered, if not more so, time had been good to her and blessed her with the things the boy now wished he could have shared. It was a happy home, picture perfect. From the bright red door to the tyre swing that creaked gently in the late autumn breeze. In fact it was so perfect it made Tate sick. The laughter that erupted from the large kitchen awoke him from his self loathing. Her y/h/c soft curls still shook delicately when she giggle… God that giggle! It was the giggle of an Angel, it was one of the only things that  could make Tate smile after a shit  day it was that or seeing her dressed in one of his large striped sweaters as she hummed and twirled along to Sliver. She wore someone else's sweater now. Of course she did. She’d moved on, grown up.  Whatever the man had said it couldn’t have been that funny he thought with a scowl painted across his pale features.

Placing her failed attempt at a scary pumpkin down Y/N glanced out the window at the other houses on the street each decorated in their own way. “Something wrong Darlin’” Beau Quinn question gently leaning in to envelope the shorter woman. Shaking her head Y/N smiled faintly “I just thought I'd seen someone I knew but it can’t be..” sighing heavily the woman continued to shake her head in disbelief. “It’s possible Darlin’ you been gone forever and a day.” Nodding again Y/N nuzzled further into the security that was his warm chest. Maybe this had been a mistake to come back here. It was like she could feel the ghosts of her past taunting her with a vengeance. The comforting silence was soon filled with the screams and shrieks of the youngest member of the Quinn family. “Mommy! Mommy! Mason wont let me on the computer and it’s my turn!!” Jacob spat out running to tattle on his brother. “Woah now! why don’t we go outside and play leave your Momma be.” Beau calmly added his strong tanned arms stopping the tear away youngster from launching himself at the y/h/c woman. Y/N began clearing up all the pumpkin seeds and ‘guts’ as the boys would call it along with some opened candy wrappers that had obviously been hidden strategically but nothing could shake the feeling that she was being watched. Yet again she wondered why she had returned to this place, it held no good memories only ones of terror. The terror came in waves and were often disguised as thoughts.

Like why had she not realised, why didn’t she stop him. The guilt would build up and up until the seemingly strong woman would break down leaving Beau to pick up the pieces like he always did. Tate couldn’t bring himself to leave. It was like an invisible force held him there not allowing him to move his sneaker clad feet. No this was life taunting him, making him watch the life he threw away without a second thought. 

“Tate, Tate where are you?” Violet called softly through the hallways her hazel eyes straining in hopes of finding the teen boy. “He won’t be here. Not today.” Moira informed her not even bothering to look at the girl has the older woman placed her coat on. “What do you mean?” Violet questioned wearily, sighing Moira fixed her hair in the mirror “He’ll be back by Midnight no sooner”.  Rolling her eyes the girl stomped off back to her room what could be so important. 

Little did Violet know it wasn’t a what, no it was a Who.

The Courtney to His Kurt.

[jellypandah]

An update! Hi hello how are ya! It’s been a hot minute since I’ve been online, for multiple reasons. A deeper explanation will be under the read more, but the gist of it is: life stuff has been hitting me pretty hard! I’ve also been having a bunch of projects for school, particularly in my animation class. I really wish I could’ve drawn some spoopy stuff for Halloween but sadly I wasn’t able to :[ I do wish I could be more active soon, but it purely depends. I don’t want to make any promises I can’t keep, so just know that I have an itch to draw some shtuff! Might even take some requests eventually *eyes emoji* Anyways, thanks for sticking around, and happy Halloween! Remember to be safe and watch out for knives in candy, and VOTE!!! 😤

Here’s a deeper explanation for why I’ve been gone, just so people are aware and updated if I ever talk about it further on my blog. Cw for cancer

I mentioned it in the tags of a post, but last month my momma was diagnosed with breast cancer. It was in stage 2 and it was...... an overwhelming experience. On the 19th, she had surgery to remove one of her breasts, and also had to remove some lymph nodes around the armpit since the cancer had spread there. Since then, I’ve been busy helping her and doing a lot of things around the house so life can be a little easier for her and my step-father. I’m not complaining in any way shape or form, but it’s been hard to find the energy to draw or just,,, post online. Ladies, gentlemen, and variations thereof, please check yourself for lumps, pains, or swelling in the breasts! There are so many different symptoms to it, so if you notice a sudden change or pain it’s always better to try and check it out. One symptom I never really heard of (for breast cancer) was extreme fatigue! I know it seems obvious, but at the time when momma would come home extremely tired, we always assumed it was because of work. As it turns out, that was not the case. I’d post some good diagrams for figuring out symptoms or how to check but I don’t think tumblr likes it when I link things :[ if you google it, it’ll be an easy find She’s doing better now, and is slowly healing from surgery, so things will be ok! It’s been stressful, but ok. We’ll get through this. But again, thanks for sticking around, and I hope to be more active eventually Ɛ>

[writeyouin]

Charlotte(from princess and the frog) x female/genderless reader. Established relationship, first cristmas together, decorating/preparing for Christmas. (Srry, i jumped at the chance when you said Disney, if you dont wanna write this its totally understandable)

Charlotte X Reader – Tree-Topper

A/N – You look me in the eyes, and say you’ll never apologise for asking for Disney ever again. There are very few Disney films I won’t write for/ haven’t seen, so go for it my darling.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

“No, no sugah, a little to the left,” Charlotte said thoughtfully.

You swayed on the ladder in front of the giant Christmas tree, only moving the bauble once the ladder had steadied.

“Is this okay?” You asked, leaning aside for Charlotte to see.

She put her hand to her cheek and pursed her lips, staring at her beautiful evening star bauble. “I don’t know… I think it was better on the right.”

You sagged on the ladder, climbing hastily down when it wobbled again. “Okay, sweetie, Charlotte, light of my life, I love you but we have spent over five hours on this tree. Just tell me, is there a reason this is so important?”

“(Y/N)!” Charlotte grabbed you by the shoulders, shaking you enthusiastically. “This is our first holiday together. It has to be perfect.”

You raised your finger to argue that point, but she was up the ladder like a whirlwind and you rushed to grab it and hold it steady, wondering how she managed that climb in heels. “So, what? Halloween was just another day of the year?”

“Halloween is too gloomy to be a holiday.”

“Thanksgiving?”

“That’s just a rehearsal for Christmas.”

“Your birthday?”

“Unfortunately, this world does not give me my due and celebrate that as a holiday.”

You shook your head, smiling, “Alright, so this is our first holiday.”

“Yes, now catch me.”

Your heart almost stopped as Charlotte jumped down from the ladder, and you had to react on impulse, barely holding your arms out in time to catch her. She kissed your cheek, and you put her down shakily, running your hands through your hair as you tried to calm yourself from the shock. You had to admit that life with Charlotte was never dull.

“Charlotte, never ever do that again,” You breathed.

Charlotte pinched your cheek, “Quit worrying. You caught me, didn’t you?”

“Barely.”

“Not to worry sugah, it’s your turn to climb up. All that’s left now, is the tree topper.”

You could barely suppress a giggle as Charlotte went to retrieve the last box. Every decoration that you had put up under Charlotte’s instruction was more intricate and beautiful than any you had ever seen, so the tree topper was bound to be the most gorgeous of all. 

Charlotte got down on her knees and carefully unpacked an angel from multitudes of padding. The angel was pink, Charlotte’s favourite colour, but more importantly, it was a tiny, hand-made replica of her, its face delicately painted on, and its dress inlaid with jewels.

“It��s you,” You beamed proudly, unsurprised that Eli had a Christmas replica of his little angel made.

Charlotte wiped a bittersweet tear from her eye, “No. It’s my mother actually. My daddy had this made for her. It held the ring he used to propose to her on Christmas day.”

You wrapped your arm around Charlotte’s shoulder, stroking up and down gently. You could just imagine the angel wearing an engagement ring as a tiara, and Eli offering it to Charlotte’s mother. You didn’t know much about Mrs La Bouff, other than she passed away when Charlotte was very young and that Charlotte had very few memories of her, but you knew that Eli would never remarry after losing the love of his life.

“I remember the first year after my momma passed away… She always used to put the angel on the tree, but then it became my job. It always made me feel so close to her.”

“Lottie,” You murmured quietly, now understanding why Christmas was so important to her, though you didn’t know quite what to say in response.

“Look at me, I’m tearing up like a melting snowman.” She fanned at her eyes and you wiped away her messy mascara with your thumb. “Anyway, this year I want you to feel close to my momma too. Will you put the angel on top of the tree?”

“Me?” You blinked back tears. “Lottie, I’m- I’m flattered that you want me to do this but… but shouldn’t it be you to do it? I don’t want to ruin your tradition.”

“You couldn’t possibly. (Y/N),” Charlotte clasped your hands in hers, carefully resting the angel on her lap, “you won’t get to meet my momma. This is the closest you’re ever gonna get.”

“Alright… Charlotte La Bouff, hold on tight to that angel.”

“Why?” Charlotte asked, grabbing hold of it all the same. You picked her up bridal style, making her squeal. “(Y/N), what are you doing?”

“We are going up that ladder together and we are going to put that angel on the top as a couple.”

You began the precarious trek up the ladder, holding onto it with one hand and Charlotte with the other. She kept a tight hold of your neck and you could feel the angel’s frilly pink dress tickling the back of your neck as she clasped it.

Together, the two of you placed the tree-topper where it belonged, and though you longed to get down from the ladder, you stayed to ask, “Lottie, is it good enough there or am I going to have to move it to the left?”

Charlotte kissed your cheek enthusiastically, “It’s perfect. Now let’s get down and join Big Daddy, I hear he’s going to announce a big Christmas party and I gotta practice my surprised face.”

You chuckled as you got down from the ladder, then you had to run to keep up with Charlotte, who dragged you out of the parlour to go and see Eli.

You flicked on the light to the parlour, shutting the door hastily behind you so none of it escaped and caught the attention of either Eli or Charlotte who were asleep in their rooms across the hall.

Once you were sure they weren’t going to wake up and disturb you, you approached the tree and began a hushed one-sided conversation with the angel, Mrs La Bouff.

“Hello, Mrs La Bouff. I’m uh-Well, I’m glad we met tonight. You see, I was going to make a wish on the evening star, but I think you’ll do much better. I don’t really know if you’re in the habit of granting wishes, but I think you’ll want to give this one a listen. I’m in love with your daughter Lottie, and I’ve been- Uh hang on.”

You pulled a black velvet box out of your pocket, opening it to reveal a silver ring with a small heart-shaped sapphire on it. “I’ve been carrying this around with me for three months, just waiting for the perfect idea of how to propose to come to me. I’ve come close a few times, but as you know, Charlotte deserves only the best. Please… Please will you keep hold of this so I can propose tomorrow on Christmas? I think your luck might rub off on me and maybe give me a shot of doing this properly.”

You waited a moment before retrieving the ladder from a well-hidden servant’s entrance, and after putting it up, you put the engagement ring on the angel’s head for safe keeping. “Thank You, Mrs La Bouff. Wish me luck.”

And with that, you removed any trace that you had been in the parlour and went back to your room, but with the proposal looming so close, sleep did not come easily.

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[cilliankelly]

DRUNK ON HALLOWEEN

FEAT: cillian & @judetaylorhq​

WHEN: the halloween party (2020)

DESCRIPTION: the thread that started it all, for the first time ever, coming to a dash near you. cillian kisses jude for the first time and everything he’s ever known changes forever. in the best possible way. 

TRIGGER WARNINGS: gay panic, light internalized homophobia\

Cillian

cillian was nice and drunk. not so much so that he couldn’t see straight, but he was definitely feeling good, almost kind of floating from one room to the next, though in reality it was more of a clumsy stagger. he was wandering around, exploring the house, admiring the spooky decorations that he really couldn’t appreciate until he was like, 5 drinks deep, when he stumbled into the bedroom. he was pretty sure someone was sitting on the bed and the first thought that came to his drunken mind was aw hellz yeah because admittedly, cillian was a pretty horny drunk. once he realized it was his best friend though, he got even more excited because finally, he’d run into someone he actually knew at this damn party. “dude, you dunno how stoked i am to see you, man,” he enthused, words a bit slurred as he crossed the room to sit beside jude. “now the party can really begin.”

𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫.

Jude had only stepped away from the party to smoke a joint, sure getting drunk was a blast and all, but being around a bunch of people he didn't know? Made him a little on edge, he'd slipped into a bedroom, opened the window and made himself at home, and high. Once he was done, he'd decided to take a nice nap, and it wasn't until the door opened and a drunk Cillian stumbled in that he remembered he was at a party, "Bro..." He chuckled, looking up at Cillian, "Duh, homie, we are the party." He grinned, sitting up further and staring at Cillian. "Every chick I've talked to here has a baby." He'd talked to one person, but that was enough for him to draw his own conclusion, "I'm not ready to make a baby momma." He shrugged, perfect logic was clearly top of mind for him tonight and he picked up his mask, holding it up over his face and leaning closer to Cillian, "Cil, would you still love me if I was a worm? Or this dude?" He asked, nearly giggling behind is mask before he dropped it, only then realize how close he was to Cillian's face, "I'd still love you if you were a termite, but I draw the line at worms. Slithering bastards, you know?"

Cillian

cillian couldn’t help but snort at jude’s comment about making a baby momma, his own mind straying to the 0.2 seconds he thought ellie’s baby was somehow his even though they hadn’t seen each other in over a year. he certainly wasn’t ready for that either. “wouldn’t be surprised if there was already a jude jr running around somewhere out there,” he joked, nudging his friends shoulder playfully. god, he was so glad he’d run into jude. things were just so much easier when he was around, honestly. cillian didn’t remember the last time he felt so at ease, though the alcohol was certainly helping with that. cillian didn’t really do the whole i love you thing. there were very few people in his life that had ever told him that and even fewer who’d actually meant it so it was a kind of tricky emotion for him, even in playful situations like this when it didn’t really have to mean anything. but for some reason, probably alcohol fueled reasons, cillian was giving this some serious thought. “a worm?” he asked, and now he was leaning in a little closer because it was actually kind of dark in here and cillian’s vision was already kind of shit, and he wasn’t sure who jude was even supposed to be and suddenly, the mask was gone and his nose really wasn’t all that far from jude’s. and cillian, the guy who couldn’t even tell jude his ass looked nice in a joking matter was sporting a shit eating grin just thinking about the next words to tumble out of his mouth. “of course you’d still love me of i were a termite. i’d be all over your wood.” it wasn’t a good joke but it was definitely an attempt at a joke about sucking jude’s dick and honestly??? as shit a joke as it was it was at least progress. and because he was in a rather playful mood, he leaned forward and lightly booped jude’s nose with his own, hovering close afterwards instead of pulling away. 

𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫.

Jude shook his head, "you wish, buddy." he shrugged though, maybe he did have a kid out there somewhere, maybe that would be cool, to have a little person just like him around, but he was pretty sure he wasn't ready for that. he always thought he'd do the whole, have a wife before kids happen thing and so far, he hadn't met any girls lining up to play the part. "mm, a worm." he repeated back, his face still close, grinning when Cillian spoke and letting out a soft laugh. If he was sober he might have more to say, he might throw a friendly punch, or shove Cillian away, but up close and drunk, he never really had been this close to Cillian before. Not like this, and he wasn't hating the way he felt to almost feel the other against himself. "If you were on my wood I'd make sure you had a great time." He finally spoke, leaning up, sure that Cillian was going to kiss him before their noses touched and Jude let out a breath of surprise, "You're an asshole." He murmured, but he didn't pull away, instead lifting a hand to rest on Cillian's thigh, "So...if I was a chick, you'd totally be into me, right?" 

Cillian

this was usually the point where cillian would pull away, laugh this off, push jude away and make some snide comment like he always did. but something about jude’s hand on cillian’s thigh was both scary and exciting and cillian didn’t want to pull away. there was something there between them and it definitely wasn’t just drunken horniness. if cillian was being honest with himself, a small part of him always kind of wondered about them in a different way. a more than friends kind of way. and he told himself that it didn’t mean anything because he’d thought those things about girls before but he didn’t actually want to date any of them. he was just curious. and was being curious really such a bad thing? usually when cillian started thinking like this he could hear his dad’s voice echoing in his head, telling him he was a fucking fairy and that he needed to be a man and that was usually enough to shut him down and quiet those thoughts for awhile. but here in bed next to his best friend, being this close to him, their lips inches apart, cillian couldn’t help but feel like there was something right about this. and for once he didn’t feel the need to bury those feelings way down deep below the surface. at jude’s words, cillian wrinkled his nose. “i can’t even picture you like a chick, man.” and cillian didn’t want to. he liked jude just the way he was, wanted him like that. there was a bit of fear turning his stomach, warning him to step away from the ledge before he got to close. but there was another stronger part of him that was urging him forward. without really thinking about it, cillian poked jude gently in the abs. “i’d miss those,” he sighed, drunk enough now that the idea of missing jude’s abs was making him actually sad. “n’ those...” he continued, his fingers continuing upwards and ghosting lightly over jude’s pecs. “and...” his fingers stopped when they reached the neckline of his shirt, his fingers hooking into the material as he hesitated for a moment, hovering just over jude’s lips. he was conscious of his own actions enough to know that this was a big deal and that doing this was crossing into something that he couldn’t undo. but he was also drunk enough not to care. fearful he’d lose his nerve, cillian pulled jude in by his shirt collar, their lips crashing together into a kiss that was far from hesitant.

𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫.

Jude pouted, "I could try, I'm really pretty, you know." He spoke softly, watching Cillian's face as his hand moved, he was surprised, usually about now was when he'd expect some sort of homophobic comment, maybe a shove at the very least, but instead Cillian was touching him, his abs, his chest, up to his collar and Jude's eyes widened, "So you have...been looking?" he questioned with genuine curiosity, usually it was just a joke, between friends, the was Cillian protested always made Jude laugh and he'd never really truly considered the idea that Cillian might be so loud about it because he secretly did have feelings towards him. He almost stopped Cillian, opening up his mouth to speak, to make a joke, a comment, anything to get the lump in his throat to go away but before he could think of anything clever, Cillian was pulling him close and oh, they were kissing. Cillian was kissing him, and all Jude could do was decide how to react. And that choice was easy, he slide one hand further up Cillian's thigh, leaning in, kissing him back, in a sloppy manner, that was just how Jude did things, is free hand moving to Cillian's waist and pulling him in. It felt good, in a way Jude wasn't sure he'd felt with anyone before, but then, he didn't usually go around making out with his best friend, so it made sense that this was new, exciting and unique for him, and he already felt a sense of dread for the moment it would end.

Cillian

cillian hadn’t really known what to expect when he kissed jude. cillian didn’t usually think too much about the consequences, like ever, so he hadn’t even taken a moment to consider what would have happened if jude hadn’t kissed him back. but he did and a cillian felt a weight slide from his shoulders as he relaxed into the kiss, surprised at how happy he was that his best friend was kissing him. cillian liked to think that he’d been around the block enough times that he really had this kissing thing down, but kissing another dude was so wildly different than anything he’d ever experienced before. thank god for alcohol because there was a messy tangle of conflicting emotions swirling around in his gut and he didn’t know that he could fight them off for very much longer without the help of booze. cillian hummed against jude’s lips, leaning into it when pulled closer. he tasted like alcohol and he smelled of weed and him and the familiarity was both comforting and somehow arousing in a way that cillian wasn’t sure he’d ever experienced. everything about this was so new and honestly really scary and while cillian usually had no trouble pushing away those uneasy feelings in the name of a good time, he was starting to panic a little about how good this felt. the uneasiness was only that much more unavoidable when cillian felt himself becoming hard in response to jude’s lips on his, and the way his hand was moving up cillian’s thigh. cillian broke the kiss, taking in a shuddery breath, though he didn’t pull away, still hovering near. he was disoriented and confused, knowing what he wanted but too afraid to just let himself have it. “holy shit,” cillian breathed, because his brain wasn’t working properly enough to put together a more coherent response. 

𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫.

Jude had never really been the type to fully think out his actions before he went through with them, but under normal circumstances he would have thought a lot more about this action before he allowed himself to indulge. Of course, he'd always felt a certain level of attraction towards Cillian, he was cute, he was a lot of fun, and they were buds, they'd seen each other through a lot, and Jude was pretty sure they'd make a dope bro-couple. But Cillian had always been a little...unaccepting of things, he wasn't exactly what Jude would call open-minded, that was the main reason Jude always teased him about liking boys, and wanting to touch Jude's butt. Only...apparently he'd be right, and for a moment he felt a sense of guilt about not being more understanding towards someone who'd been struggling, much to his own oblivion. Still, all he really could focus on in the moment was the way Cillian's lips and body felt against his own, and even as Cillian pulled away, he found himself leaning in closer, chasing after that feeling still as Cillian spoke. "Yeah...whoa." He chuckled breathlessly, finally relenting, pulling back, staring at Cillian for a moment before he broke the silence again, "Okay...hit me." He shrugged, "Do your worse, buddy, it's cool. I mean that was totally hot, but...this is the part where you call me a slur and punch me, right?" 

Cillian

under normal circumstances cillian might have done just that. though honestly, under normal circumstances, cillian doubted they ever would have kissed in the first place. everything about this was a weird tangled mess of newness and cillian didn’t know what to do. he was quiet, his eyes lifting to meet jude’s before looking away again. jude had been right, this is the part where cillian’s supposed to shove him away and act like this didn’t happen and deny deny deny because that’s what he’d always been good at. but cillian hadn’t expected to enjoy this so much and it honestly had him kind of shaken up. “i’m not— i mean this doesn’t make me—“ he couldn’t say it. he just kept hearing his dad in his head berating him and making him feel small. “i mean it’s you,” he breathed, not really knowing what he meant by that but feeling that it somehow made sense. like it couldn’t have been anyone else. this was somehow different than... shit, this was all so confusing. 

𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫.

It was surprising, when Cillian said nothing, even more when he did speak, and Jude let out a long breath before looking to Cillian, studying his face for a moment before he fell backwards against the bed, pulling Cillian with him so they laid on their sides, face to face, "It's me. Which means this can mean something or not. Totally up to you, dude." He offered a weak smile, "If you want to act like it never happened, that's cool. And if you want to start coming over and finally seeing what all the fuss about my butt is, be my guest." He shrugged his shoulders, "You know I have some edibles in my backpack if you want?" 

Cillian

cillian allowed himself to be pulled down on the bed beside jude, conscious of the way his heart rate went up as a result. if he hadn’t been so drunk he would have been really grateful that jude was being so cool about this when cillian was so obviously out of sorts. kissing your best friend was always risky even when there wasn’t that whole questioning your sexuality layer and cillian hadn’t even given thought to how this may have affected their friendship. did cillian want this to mean something? regardless, it already did, and try as he might to shake it, cillian knew he wouldn’t forget it. but jude was giving him that option. and it was a really tempting option. it was so much easier to just go on pretending. but cillian remembered that moment of bliss when jude had kissed him and the weight had slid from his shoulders and cillian wasn’t sure he’d trade that for the current mess of weird confusion and unease he was feeling right now. that’d he’d felt for most of his young adult life, really. “well, what do you want?” cillian asked quietly in an attempt to remove a bit of the pressure on him, though admittedly, once the words were out of his mouth he wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer.

𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫.

"Me?" Jude asked, as if Cillian could have asked someone else in the moment, Jude wasn't used to being the one with the choice, in relationships or anything else, but he took a moment to think about it anyways. What did he want? Being in a relationship sounded nice, it had been a long time since he'd tried to do that, but then, Cillian probably wasn't open to that. And Jude hadn't really ever considered it before, because he never expected this to happen, still, it wasn't the worst idea he'd ever had. "I dunno man. I want like, whatever you're cool with. Because I mean, this is kind of huge for you. And I'm proud of you and all that shit. But like, I wouldn't mind making out with you some more, if that's one of my options?" He grinned, "That part was pretty dope, if you ask me." 

Cillian

this was kind of huge for him. and honestly? the fact that cillian hadn’t left already in an angry sort of confused storm of... something? progress. he couldn’t remember the last time someone had told him they were proud of him and it felt kind of really good to hear someone say that. and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t happy that jude wanted to do it all over again because yeah, it was pretty dope. and cillian couldn’t remember the last time he’d enjoyed a kiss as much as he had that one. but this was also really overwhelming and before cillian knew what he was doing he was sitting up and putting distance between them. “i think i need a minute. or like... a lot of minutes,” he said finally. because cillian really wasn’t sure what he was “cool with” right now, and being this close to jude wasn’t helping. “but um... thanks man,” he said, his smile small but genuine. because really he was lucky that jude was such a good friend. because this could have gone a whole hell of a lot worse. 

𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫.

He half thought Cillian was about to lean in and kiss him again, but when his best friend pulled away he wasn't really all that surprised, he'd been expecting it this whole time, he wasn't trying to kid himself, Cillian wasn't the man of his dreams, he couldn't even accept the fact that he was into dudes, let alone actually be with one. Still...it stung a little, the way he pulled away, asked for time, and Jude tried to be understanding as much as it sucked. "Yeah man." He shrugged it off, as if he didn't care all that much, but much to his own surprise it did hurt. A lot. "It's whatever, you know? We're both faded as hell." He got up, standing and collecting his wallet, shoving it into his pocket and pulling his backpack on, "See you around, bro. Bring M&Ms next time." 

Cillian

cillian hadn’t expected to feel so shitty when jude shrugged it off like that. seconds ago he was contemplating pretending this had never happened, knowing he’d never forget it and now that jude was halfway out the door, cillian was miffed that jude was acting like they were just both really faded? cillian knew that jude was probably doing this for his benefit but at the same time it kind of stung. because yeah, this had been a big deal. there was a panic rising in his chest at the idea of really having fucked this up because cillian really didn’t have that many friends and jude had stuck by him through pretty much everything. shit shit shit fuck fuck fuck, why did feelings have to be so confusing. this is precisely why cillian had never given thought to being in an actual relationship with anyone. it was too much. and despite all that, all cillian could think to do was kind of nod in jude’s direction as he left, sitting alone on the bed wondering what the fuck he was supposed to do now. 

[moshymosh]

The Switch pt 7

A/N: This is the seventh part to this series there is a total of 12 parts, I really had fun writing this, I'm already working on another series actually two, but I'm not going to spoil it, but I will be posting teasers for the next one I think when I post the 11th part of this one.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes X Stark!Reader

Summary: One woman’s dream and one man’s drunken mistake. Will things turn out ok or will things go downhill

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Saturday rolled around quickly, Y/N explained everything to Bucky for the 4th time.

Bucky held Monet, who snuggled into his chest to take in his warmth, gently but nervously. "What id she gets sick or something? I don't know if I can do this."

Y/N smiled up at him. "Bucky, Honey, calm down, you'll be ok. If you need help, ask Pepper. I've already told her to help you if you need it." Y/N leaned in and pressed a kiss to Monet's head. "If it's an emergency, call me."

Bucky nodded his head and watched as Y/N left the room in the elevator. Once the doors closed, he looked down at the toddler in his arms, who fit in his arms perfectly. "What do you say we wrangle your aunt Wanda into going to the zoo with us, little one?" Bucky lifted up Monet's tiny fist with his thumb and pointer finger and wiggled it, causing the little girl to laugh.  They left to search for Wanda.

Y/N sat at a table, her hands wrapped around a cup of coffee. Nathan sat across from her. "So, I'm very sorry to hear about your divorce, by the way." Y/N said before taking a sip from her mug.

Nathan shook his head, looking down at his own mug. "Oh, thank you. Don't worry, I won't get into how the marriage ended. I don't want to bore you with the details of how she cheated on me." Nathan took a deep breath, visibly angered. " Just say it's going to be a long time before I trust anyone involved in the instruction of yoga."

Y/N smiled nervously and nodded her head. "Yeah, ok, fair enough." Y/N took another drink of her coffee before she spoke again. "So, Listen, You're under no obligation to do anything, and I know you didn't expect to do anything, other than you know, donating, the... Which you did wonderfully by the way. I don't mean it like that."

"Y/N." Nathan said, trying to get her to stop rambling.

"I just meant down the road if she starts to ask questions-" Y/N was cut off by Nathan, saying her name again. "Yeah?"

Nathan put a hand over his heart before he began to speak. "I was honored to receive your call, I always wondered about this, you know, her and you and how it turned out."

Y/N smiled and looked at him. "Nathan, would you like to see a picture of her?"

Nathan's eyes lit up. "I would love that."

Y/N smiled again and pulled her phone out of her leather jacket pocket. Y/N pressed on the screen of her phone before she showed him a picture, she took last night at her and Bucky's movie night. The picture was of Monet, laying on Bucky's chest, them both asleep.

Nathan smiled at her phone before looking up at Y/N. "Oh, she's beautiful." Y/N smiled and nodded her head excitedly. Nathan looked back at the phone in his hands. "I gotta say, Y/N, I see... a lot more of me in her than you." Both Nathan and Y/N began to laugh.

"Wow." Y/N said as she reached to take her phone back. The rest of the coffee date, they made small talk. The pair were obvious to the redheaded spy watching them.

"God, you're right, Tony. They look nothing alike, but also something is up with this Nathan character. He keeps lying to her." Natasha said behind the coffee cup, she discretely lifted to her mouth.

"Ok, just keep an eye on him, I'm going to do some searching." Tony said in Nat's earpiece.

At the zoo, Wanda snapped a picture of Monet on Bucky's shoulders. Bucky was holding her up so she could see the polar bears over the large crowd of people. He was on the outskirts because large crowds still gave him anxiety, being at the zoo gave him anxiety for different reasons. Everyone was an enemy when it came to the little girl on his shoulders.

"Dada! Bwears!" Monet squealed with glee, as she slightly tugged on Bucky's long brunette locks. Bucky quickly looked at Wanda in shock, who looked back at him equally in shock.

"Ok little one! I think it's time to go back to your momma." Wanda said as she helped Bucky get Monet down from his shoulders and into his arms. They found out that if Wanda held her while they walked around, she'd begin to start throwing a tantrum, but wouldn't if Bucky held her.

At the sound of getting to see her mother, she clapped her hands in excitement and bounced in Bucky's arms.  "Momma!"

As they were walking out, Wanda went into the gift shop to get a stuffed polar bear toy for Monet. Bucky was bouncing Monet on his hip when a woman stopped and smiled at them.

"She looks just like you." The woman said.

Bucky chuckled with a smile. "Oh, she's not my daughter."

The woman smiled and nodded. "How old is she?"

Bucky looked down at the toddler he was holding. "Two. She's about to be three."

The woman nodded again before she turned and looked at the people she came with. She turned back to Bucky and Monet. "Well, she's a little you. Have a good day."

Bucky smiled and nodded before he looked down again at the now dozing Monet in his arms. 'I wish she was mine.' He thought.

Y/N was just getting back to the tower when she saw Monet stumbling slightly as she walked into the common room, stuffed polar bear held tightly in her chubby arms. Y/N stepped out of the elevator, dropping her purse as she knelt down with open arms, the sound of her bag dropping to the floor caught Monet's attention. Who at the sight of her mother began to stumble faster to her.

"Hi! Come here my little teddy." Y/N said as she scooped Monet up, kissing her cheeks, causing the little girl to squeal in delight. Y/N felt the stuffed bear press against her neck, causing her to pull back and pull the bear into her eyesight. "Whatcha got there, teddy?"

"Dada, my powlar bwear." Monet said excitedly, trying to say that her father got it for her.

Y/N looked up at Tony and Bucky, who stood in front of her, with a confused look.

"She, uh, called me that today at the zoo, I know she didn't understand that I'm not-" Bucky said as he scratched the back of her neck nervously.

"Bucky boy, it's ok, she's just... never said that before." Y/N  explained, calming Bucky's racing thoughts.

Y/N stood with Monet in her arms, rubbing the little girl's back. "Bucky, will you grab my bag?"

Y/N was sitting next to Monet's toddler bed, reading to as Bucky leaned against the wall outside in the hallway.

"Goodnight moon, goodnight cow jumping over the moon." Y/N read, causing Bucky to smile as he listened. "Goodnight stars, goodnight air. Goodnight noises everywhere."

Y/N stepped out after she turned on the nightlight and turned off the room light. She leaned against the door frame and smiled up at Bucky before they headed to the living room.

Y/N  joined Bucky on the couch after she poured herself a glass of wine for herself. "What are you looking at?" She asked Bucky.

Bucky chuckled as he looked through a photo album of Y/N's "At some really weird pictures, for some reason that you keep." Bucky pulled a picture from the plastic film it was kept in. "Like this one, that was not a great choice."

"Are you kid- that was a fabulous choice." Y/N said as she pulled the picture from his fingers. The picture was of Y/N and Bucky at one of Tony's Halloween parties. "What do you mean?" Y/N asked as she looked at the picture.

"Not Really." Bucky said, looking at Y/N.

" And how odd that you were the only one not in costume." Y/N said as she looked at Bucky and handed back the picture. "That is so not like you, I would've thought Steve would have forced you too."

Bucky looked down at the picture again before he spoke. "If I had Minnie ears like that, I would've worn them."

Y/N rested her arm on the back of the couch and rested her cheek against her fist, taking a sip from her glass. "Uhm, I bought some for you. That was our second date right?"

Bucky's heart sped up slightly as he looked at the picture. "Yes, I think you're right." He agreed. "And I think that you kissed me at this party, I think." He said, looking at her. He vowed to himself that night that he would remember that kiss for the rest of his night.

Y/N snorted. "I didn't kis- I was in character. I was a sexy Minnie mouse. You were supposed to be Micky."

Bucky pulled out another picture and started talking about it, before he looked at the woman beside him, noticing she was looking at him. It was like a magnetic pull between them as they started leaning towards each other. They were a hair's breadth away, from kissing when Monet's cry for her mother rang through the baby monitor, causing them to jump apart.

Y/N set her glass on the coffee table and got up from the couch and walked to the toddler's bedroom.

"I'll see you tomorrow." Bucky said as he got up and went to the elevator.

Bucky was sitting on his bed looking at his phone as he swiped through the pictures that Wanda took at the zoo. Bucky reached the picture that Nat took, many years ago at a girls' night, and looked down at his crotch, his cock started to harden in his pajama pants.

Bucky quickly began a group call with Steve and Sam.

"Hello?" Both men said at the other end of the line.

"Hey, guys, I'm freaking out." Bucky said.

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[alliswell21]

Peeta the Friendly Ghost

Part Ten:

No!” Katniss planted herself in front of the door with her arms crossed over her chest. “You will not test that machine on my friends!”

“Katniss, dearie… these are specters, ghosts. They have no friends.” Said Plutarch in very condescending tone that neither her nor her mother, or the ghosts liked one bit.

“Listen here, Toupee, Sweetheart may have the charm of a dead slug, and not one diplomatic bone in her body, but she’s the only one here with enough spunk to stand up for us, ‘specters’.”

“If brainless says we’re not doing the machine, then we’re not doing the machine. Thank you very much.” Both ghosts were surprisingly supportive of Katniss suddenly which would’ve been kind of touching if they hadn’t just made her believe she was covered in the most disgusting blood rain ever. She had a hard time believing she’d hold the ghosts’ allegiance for very long before their next prank was formed in wherever they made their thinking, but she’d take anything they were willing to give right them.

“Are you aware that the Lazarus can bring you back from the dead? It can revert the effects of expiration. You can get your bodies back. You’ll be able to live with—“

“Dude! What makes you think we ‘want’ to come back?” Asked Johanna looking positively spiteful. “There’s a reason I haven’t let little miss butler usher me into the other side by fixing my unsolved issues. There’s a reason Haymitch hasn’t clued her in either, even though he’s known what he needs to do in order to move on to the next plane!”

Katniss looked at the troublesome twosome for a moment with narrowed eyes. “You’ve known all this time, and you’ve said nothing?” She asked with an edge of accusation.

“Sweetheart, we know your intentions are pure, but we like being able to haunt people. It keeps our ‘spirits’ up!”

“Seriously? That’s the whole reason why you don’t want to move on, because you like haunting people?” Katniss deadpanned.

“Don’t knock it down, brainless! It gives us purpose.” Affirmed Johanna with a smirk.

“You’re impossible.”

“No. You’re infringing the contract! That’s what you are doing!” Cried out Plutarch dramatically.

“Plutarch… you can’t force them to go along with the experiments. Technically, they don’t exist. Even if they’ve actually signed a contract with you, there’s no way you can compel them to comply.”

“I can call an exorcist. And before you can argue further, let me remind you that this is Snow & Coin’s property and we reserve the rights to ‘cleanse’ the place as we see fit.” There was a serious threat in the man’s words Peeta didn’t wanna test.

The boy had no idea what being castaway from his home would mean, but he was sure he could bargain something that would allow his friends to remain free if he volunteered as a test subject for the Lazarus.

“I’ll do it!” Peeta spoke up. “I’ll do the experiments. Under one condition.” He looked directly at Plutarch. “My friends are free to either stay or leave the manor—“

“No, Peeta!” Katniss cried out lunging forward to block him from the man’s view, but Peeta simple caressed her hair shiny braid for a moment.

“It’s alright, Katniss. I don’t mind helping, plus nobody needs me.”

“I do!” She insisted vehemently. “I need you. You’re my best friend in the world. I can’t let you go.”

“Katniss, I’m an amnesiac 17 year old kid who’s been a ghost for 80 years. Best case scenario, I get another shot at the life my step-mother stole from me. Worst case… I had a great last few months of my death with you.”

“You remembered? Your former life?” Katniss gasped. “When?”

“Oh, Katniss. When I’m around you, it’s like things fall into focus.” Peeta took a minute to collect his thoughts and then elaborated. “There’s a kind of curtain separating the living and the dead. Is thin and gossamer, but it is there because we are not supposed to be in the same place. Sometimes though, it’s like a breeze moves the curtain and we get this glances at the world beyond. It’s fleeting for the most part, but beings like us” he pointed at himself and the other two, “take advantage of it, and hold tight to the ripple, just to so we’re grounded somewhere, instead of wandering aimlessly like the lost souls we are.

“That first day you came, I saw you walk by the ballroom and it was like the curtain had been pulled away completely. I hadn’t seen a living person so sharply before, it’s almost like I can see you in color, and I still can’t explain why or how.”

Katniss cocked her head to the side curiously. “Is that why you followed us that day?”

Peeta nodded cautiously, giving Katniss a sheepish glance under his pale, long lashes. Sometimes the girl couldn’t stop staring at him. Peeta was handsome for a ghost, with a chiseled jawline, snub nose and wavy hair that fell on his forehead and eyes. She would become lost admiring his eyelashes at times, wondering if they ever tangled when he had a solid body, which led to other questions about how he’d look as a living boy that left her breathless and bothered.

“I just wished I could see the color of your eyes. Then I would try to paint them.” Said Peeta quietly.

Katniss nodded. “Of course! Painting was one of your hobbies!” She exclaimed excitedly.

“Awww! Isn’t this sweet? I get it now. Katniss’ little boyfriend is a ghost! That’s adorable, darling! But you could do so much better... with somebody with a pulse maybe? Now stop delaying progress, my pet! Snow & Coin didn’t bring your mother here so she could go coddled you, baby. Let’s make some moolah people!”

“Don’t you talk to my child that way! Haymitch! Jo! Get him!” Hissed Mrs Everdeen surprising everyone.

The ghostly duo didn’t have to be asked twice. Jo simply gave a stout salute to the woman and flew right inside Plutarch’s chest. The man fell on the ground convulsing. Then the proyectile puking started. Haymitch swooped in just a Johanna exited the body like a tag team, and made the man levitate and flop on the ground hard, repeatedly, until they tossed him over to the extravagant Maserati no doubt belong to the corpulent man.

Plutarch finally stood up, shaken, dirty and wild eyed. “Well, I’ve never—“

“Into the car, Toupee!” Yelled Haymitch.

“I’ll have you know this is my natural hair!” Countered Plutarch giving a ridiculous pull of his platinum blond hair.

“Hasta la vista, Chubster!” Cackled Johanna doing her backstroke in the air, “Unless you want more!”

She flew right at the man’s chest, stopping an inch from taking over his body again.

Plutarch was scared of Johanna enough to jump into his car and start the engine, but he peeked his head over the roof and warned the Everdeens. “I may not be able to force these horrid ghosts to do Snow & Coin‘s bidding, but I sure can evict you two ladies from the premises for breach of contract! You have until the end of the month to either comply and produce test subjects, or pack your bags. You decide. End of the month!” And then his tires left skid marks and the overwhelming stench of burning rubber as he peeled off into the sinking sun.

“Momma!” Katniss whispered and ran into her mother’s arms. It had been so long since she felt her mother’s warmth it was breathtaking. “You ran him off! What’s gonna happen now?”

“Now, we gotta go clean that house and start decorating for your Halloween party, honey. We have until the end of the month to decide what comes next. I say, let’s enjoy it until then and leave with a bang!” They smiled together for what felt like the first time in ages while the ghostly duo danced around them. But while the Everdeens has finally found each other, the Friendly Ghost felt like hope was slipping away from him.