#the bleach prank felt personal

[weebssecretattic]

Cole's contact, saved in Jackie's phone: "Cole"

Cole's contact, saved in Jackie's phone after he left her at school: "col"

Cole's contact, saved in Jackie's phone after he put bleach in her shampoo: "co"

[impishjesters]

Denture Daddy

CW// implied unspecific sexual relationships, dom/sub talk, use of the word "daddy" and "mommy" in a non-parental form, mentioned hate sex note(s): basically the reader and Jibba (my TADC oc) playing a dumb game of who seems like a dom or sub to pass the time. Jibba can be seen as a bit of a "whore" but he wears it proudly. Rhett (who's mentioned) is another of my TADC ocs. A/N: This whole thing happened all because I wanted to say "denture daddy". I don't expect anyone to give a shit about this. But at the end of the day as long as my friend and I enjoy it, that's all that matters.

Conversations with Jibba was like a game of Russian roulette. You never knew what direction or topic would come up.

Sometimes the conversations were casual, asking how you were doing or if anything fun had happened. But then you’d get conversations about a tiered ranking of who was considered good in bed, only to get whiplash by a simple conversation on whether you were a dog or cat person.

It was a wild ride, to say the least, which is how you got roped into a conversation about your fellow circus captives and whether they fell into dom or sub-category—for shits and giggles that is.

“‘m just sayin’, ya look at Jax ‘n think he’s got this whole sadistic face to ‘im and it turns out he’s just as touch starved as he looks,” Jibba stated.

Right, they were sleeping together—something about hate fucking because of their prank war or some shit. Neither of them was very subtle about their pranks or their “hate sex” because if that was hate sex you hated to see what tamed sex was like.

Bunch of emotionally constipated idiots.

Jibba jabbed you with his elbow playfully, getting your attention back on him. “Thoughts on Kinger?”

“Definitely not a dom, in fact, it feels wrong to think about him even having sex.” You shuddered. Kinger felt too much like your dad, and thinking of your parent’s boinking was enough to make you wanna bleach your eyes.

He shrugged and crossed his arms before leaning his chest against your back. “Yea’ it’s like watchin’ ya gramparents be romantic an mushy.”

“Ugh,” you gagged, “why’d you have to make it worse? I was thinking of my dad at least.”

“Oo, you thinkin’ bout ya dad playing twista? Naughty, naughty.” he teased, shooting you a playful smirk.

You elbowed him hard, basking in the pained noise that left him. “You know damn well what I meant.”

Jibba groaned and rubbed his side, you had a mean right elbow. “Yea’ yeah, alright so what ‘bout Rhett?”

“Eye Daddy? Oh, yeah. Total dom, but like not like in that rough way—”

“—but in like a total control way? Oh yeah, ya don’t know how hard I’ve been tryin’ to crack that nut—metaphorically and literally.” Jibba scoffed and used your head as an armrest, staring out at the others doing one of Caine’s dumb lil games.

“Are you just making rounds to everyone?” You didn’t shame Jibba for his sex escapades, if anything good on him for finding some way to tame Jax’s awful behaviour.

“Only the hot ones.” You looked up at him despite his arm on your head and he sent you a wink. “I’ll get to ya in no time, less ya wanna jump the list then we can go find somewhere right now.”

“Yeah, not right now.” As entertaining as the thought was, you were quite relaxed just hanging out with the ridiculous man. Though it would be a tempting endeavor at a later time. “So, Ragatha?”

“Mm,” Jibba leaned back, taking most of his weight off of you but kept his arm in place. “She gives like, soft mommy vibes.” he waved his hand in a so-so gesture. “Though I feel like she has a lot of parental experiences if she’s been havin’ ta live with Jax for god knows how long.” He paused, eyes squinting in Ragatha’s direction. “I’d let her give me a good stern talk’ ta.”

“I’ll give you a stern talkin’ ta, if you don’t calm yourself.”

“Babe, this whole conversation is about who’s a dom and who’s not, how do ya expect me to keep calm?” he joked. You raised your arm again with a silent threat to elbow him and he swallowed. “Yeah, okay, calming down.”

“Pomni?”

The two of you fell silent, staring over at the anxious woman who was struggling to get out of Jax’s reach.

“Anxious chihuahua.” Both of you stated at the same time.

Jibba laughed that awful eerie death rattle of his. Did a toy like him really exist? God that was horrifying, who buys that for children? You knew he could control it but why did he have to do it now of all times?

He caught you staring and grinned. “Somethin’ wrong?”

Right, this is Jibba we’re talking about, he knows it’s creepy and did it intentionally. Bastard.

“No,” you rolled your eyes and looked back to Pomni. “She’s too anxious, poor woman probably has a hard time holding someone’s hand let alone sex. Though I’d rather not think about her sex life… feels wrong.”

“Oh, and thinkin’ ‘bout mine ain’t?”

You gave him a deadpan stare as to say ‘Really, that’s what you wanna ask?’. He cleared his throat and mumbled a little ‘touche’ before looking back at the others.

“Oo, I know a good one,” he snickered. “Caine.”

“Caine?” Well, at least he wasn’t asking you about Bubble.

For whatever unknown reason, at the mention of his name Caine appeared a few feet from the two of you with a loud pop. “Diiiid somebody say Caine?”

Jibba shook his head, seemed even with a lack of ears the loud pop affected him. You shook your own head, rubbing an ear. “Uh, not directly.”

Caine cocked his head in confusion, clearly not understanding you were simply talking about him—not trying to summon him. “I see. Well, while I’m here. Why aren’t you two participating?” he asked, waggling his fingers in the direction of the others.

“We’re playin’ our own game,” Jibba answered, giving you a playful nudge.

“Oh?” Caine floated closer, eyeing the lanky doll.

“Yea’, the game of dom or sub.”

Caine cocked his head again. “I don’t understand.”

Jibba snickered and you couldn’t help but cover up your own laugh with a grunt. “What he mean’s is—”

“Oh no, he’s like one of those tops with golden retriever vibes that when ya call ‘em daddy like yer sayin’ ‘good boy’ they get excited.” He covers his face, a genuine laugh instead of that death rattle laugh.

The look of confusion never leaves Caine’s face but you can’t help but join Jibba in his laughter, because he’s not wrong. You could say a lot of insulting or weird things to Caine, but if you use that dog tone with him he’ll take just about anything as a compliment or praise.

“Oh no,” you mumbled, he’d be so fun to fuck with. “He’s not a dom…” you snicker, “but I’d still call him daddy.”

“Denture Daddy!” Jibba bursts out, nearly knocking himself and you off your perch.

The two of you laugh so loud it catches the attention of the others across the way. You wave your hand at Ragatha’s confused expression and further try to prevent the two of you from falling.

“I hate to intrude on this moment of merriment but,” Caine clears his throat, looking between the two of you with confused concern. “You two do know I’m not your father, yes?”

Jibba lets out a scream that turns everyone’s attention back onto you two, only to follow with nearly scream-level laughter from the man. You can’t really blame him though because you haven’t stopped laughing either, especially not long enough to try and explain to Caine that the two of you weren’t calling him father.

You give Caine what one could only describe as some form of yes as an answer before telling him he can go between cries and Caine leaves hesitantly. Your sides are starting to ache from so much laughing, meanwhile, Jibba has his face buried into his hands and is leaning into your shoulder like you’d be able to stop his laughter and tears.

He’s taking this a lot funnier than you but man, “denture daddy” is gonna always be in the back of your mind when you look at Caine from now on.

[americanwh0resstuff]

You look good, open casket good…

Chapter I, from the earth to the morgue…

When Amy’s old uni flat mate, Ravi, offers her a job in the police department morgue, just till she gets on her feet. But how will she react when she finds out about the existence of zombies? Especially when one particular zombie is this charming?

What?? An actual fanfiction with multiple chapters???? Yep I’m gonna try my best here…

Word count: 1,083

From the earth to the morgue…

“Okay… so the new mortician is from England?”

Liv asked, quickly downing her brain smoothie, eyeing up Ravi before their new coworker arrived.

“Well, Scotland but close enough… you Americans and your geography…” he rolled his eyes and chuckled, polishing the currently empty autopsy tables, making sure the entire morgue was spotless.

“Remember our agreement. No brains in the kitchen when she’s around, she’s already stressed enough from the move, I don’t think she needs the pressure of a zombie ME on her back.”

Liv rolled her eyes and came back with “what if I blend them up? Cover them in breadcrumbs? What if-“ she was cut short by the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs.

“Ravi!!!” The duo turned on their heels to see a short women, covered in tattoos and a few piercings, but that’s not what stood out.

Their eyes studied her, her pale skin, dark sunken eyes, white streaks in her black hair.

Ravi looked shocked.

“Amy, you’re a-“

“Still a goth yeah I know… it never really was a phase.” She laughed at her own joke, giggling oblivious to their concerns.

“Right, yep, still a goth…” Ravi collected himself and shot Liv a look, both slightly relieved that the new mortician was not in fact undead.

Amy felt slightly uncomfortable in the silence, looking between the two and taking a step forward, extending her hand to Liv.

“Hi I’m Amy, Ravi mentioned you! Said you’re an amazing colleague!” She smiled wide as she shook her hand. “Nice hair! I had bleached hair for a while but it’s such a hassle! That’s why I stick with the highlights, less maintenance! How do you get your so white!?”

“Oh I-well I was already a blonde so… you know, less…bleach?” Liv questioned her own answer, unsure of how to respond.

“I’m sorry I’m talking your ear off, so where do I start?”

•••

About a week passed and the famous duo turned to the famous trio, Amy’s dark jokes and bubbly personality contrasting her darker look quickly became a staple in the workplace. Her knowledge of true crime and disturbing facts always amused Clive, her and Liv would have many fun chats about fashion and makeup, and it never phased her when her personality would changed.

As for her and Ravi, they still got along as they did in uni, constantly playing pranks on Liv, joking around and fighting over style choices on the deceased, to which Clive always disapproved. ~”cut that out! Ravi let her do her work, she’s the mortician… and I don’t think anyone should take fashion advice from you… dead or alive.”~

“Okay guys I’m heading out for lunch, anyone want anything?” Amy asked, grabbing her bag and making sure she had her purse.

“We’re all good thanks!”

Ravi smiled at her and watched her turn and head out the bay door, waiting till she was out of site before pulling out his phone.

Liv looked at him puzzled. “What are you up to now?”

“Calling Blaine, he’s upstairs waiting on his weekly checkup, and I’m not letting him near Amy, he doesn’t need to annoy her like he annoys us”

She chuckled at his panicked voice and nodded in agreement, he was right, Blaine can be a huge pain in the ass, and the less people he annoys the better, plus knowing him, he’s never able to meet a woman without hitting on her.

“Hey there doctor! How are you doing on this fine day!” Ravi rolled his eyes upon hearing his voice, taunting him with the smug look on his face.

“Sit here and be quiet.” Blaine cocked his eyebrow at Liv.

“Snappy. Who’s brain did you eat?”

She scoffed and turned back to the kitchen, preparing her lunch while she could.

Since she didn’t have much time, she kept it simple, pure old brains in a cup of ramen.

Blaine sat down on the autopsy table, rolling up his sleeves for the blood pressure cuff, looking up at the ceiling as the inspection went on in silence.

Until…

“I’m such an idiot, got all the way to the bagel shop before I realised it was closed on Wednesdays!”

They all looked up to see their human coworker standing at the door, in a room with two zombies…

Liv looked at Ravi in panic mouthing “say something!”

“Oh-you’re back ear-“

Blaine cut him off.

“And who are you? Looks like you’re new to team Z?” He took a good look at her, taking in her pale skin and blonde streaks. Ravi poked him in the back and tried to cut him off.

“I’m Amy!” She said enthusiastically, always friendly…

“I’m sorry, Team what?”

Blaine’s eyes widened and he sat up straight

“So you’re human… is this a style choice or?” She looked at him slightly confused but laughed it off.

“Oh don’t go making vampire jokes, I heard enough of those in high school.” She smiled and walked towards him on the table.

“Blaine DeBeers, nice to meet you, you have the most beautiful eyes…” he grasped her hand.

He could practically feel Ravi and Livs eyes rolling and burning into his back.

“…well then, looks like you’re all done here! See you next week.”

“Woah doc, you should work on your bedside manner, not very professional!”

Amy blushed lightly and looked down, she had to admit he was attractive, but something felt off, which was accentuated by her coworkers dirty looks towards him.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing in here, don’t tell me you’re Ravis girlfriend, cuz I know that’s a lie!”

She laughed at his joke and looked over at Ravi, who she could swear was trying to telepathically murder the man in front of her.

“I’m a mortician, I just moved to Seattle, Ravi helped me get a job, it’s just short term, till I find something more secure… not a lot of people want their loved ones cared for in a police department.”

Blaine’s eyes lit up and he smirked at her before pulling a business card from his jacket.

“Well luckily for you… I run a funeral home, and I’m looking for a mortician, my numbers on the back, give me a call sometime.” He winked at her before turning towards the stairs.

“Well then, looks like I should get going, thanks again doc! See you next week.” He nodded towards Ravi and Liv before peering over his shoulder at Amy.

“And hopefully I’ll see you sooner.”

Chapter II

[sarahjswift]

Truth or Dare - RWARB fic

Hi everyone! This meme from @shelovesniallhoran:

[at a party]

nora: i dare you to kiss the next person that walks in here

alex: what? no.

*henry walks in*

alex: fine i’ll do it, rules are rules, you know.

came up on my FYP this morning and I felt inspired to write a fic about it! I tweaked a few details but I think it's true to the prompt! Also I made this really fast so sorry for any grammar errors or bad quality! I'm a little rusty(I haven't really sat down to write a fic in a couple months!)

word count: 974

warnings: slight language

enjoy!! <33

Alex

“Truth or dare?”

Alex grinned at his best friend, Nora Holleran, student at MIT and walking computer. She was sitting in a circle with her closest friends, acquaintances, and connections. There were over a dozen hot young women present, yet all of his sexual energy had channeled into anger and hate toward one specific man present.

Of course his huge-hearted sister, June, just had to invite Alex’s mortal enemy and biggest school competition, Henry Fox. After their not-so-stellar meeting two years ago, Alex had hated the guy. Henry was the only one in the class with a higher grade than him, and they were constantly being compared by their teachers. It didn’t help that the guy was extremely handsome - hell, he looked like he was from a James Bond movie - and the girls in the class had organized themselves into two teams; Team Alex and Team Henry. 

Most of those girls were in attendance tonight. Team Alex(which was obviously superior) clustered around him, sipping from Cokes and braiding each other’s hair. Team Henry(a bunch of boring, bleached-blond white girls - like Henry) were excitedly talking with him, making dramatic gestures with their hands. Henry was listening with that infuriating expression on his face, the disinterested one where his piercing blue eyes wandered. Now, they rested on Alex from a brief moment, and he felt a jolt of electricity. 

Instead of looking away as usual, Henry raised his golden brows as if in a challenge. Alex smirked, and answered his best friend. “Dare, of course.”

The circle whooped. Nora wiggled her black brows and June, head in Nora’s lap, rolled her Diaz eyes. “Be nice, Nora,” she chided, frowning slightly. “He can’t be too messed up for the test on Monday.”

“I’ll be good,” Nora promised, but the evil expression on her face suggested otherwise. She sipped her beer, eyes surveying the room over the rim of the Solo cup. One of the OGs of Team Alex, Rachel, shoved his shoulder playfully. 

“You should dare him to kiss me, Nor!” she piped up, and the room dissolved into laughter and hoots. Rachel fluttered her mascara-clumped lashes at him, and he grinned back. 

“That would not be a bad prank - not at all,” he said, and everyone screamed with delight. Rachel squealed and inched closer to him. Alex looked over the adoring group, eyes landing on Henry briefly. Instead of being annoyed Alex was winning their unspoken lady competition, Henry had a heart stricken expression on his face. Before Alex could do a double take, Henry snapped out of it and the cool look was fixed back on.

“Well, it’s no fun if you want to do it,” Nora argued, bringing him back. “I don’t hate the kissing idea though…hmm, who should kiss Alex?”

Team Alex screamed, thrusting their hands into the air while Team Henry watched with delight. Alex grinned, cocking a brow. “Hmm, Nora…any of these eligible bachelorettes sound great.”

“Nah,” Nora said casually, an evil grin lighting up her face. “That’s no fun. Alex, here’s your dare - kiss your mortal enemy. Kiss Henry.”

Henry

Henry couldn’t believe his ears. It was like Nora was making his happiest dream and nightmare become a reality. He felt his heart start to hammer, then break as Alex’s face paled and twisted in disgust. 

He doesn’t want you, Henry’s devil thought. He never will, he never will…

He had enough sense to fix a mask on his face, trying to mirror Alex’s expression. He forced his mouth into a grimace. 

“What? No way!” Alex squawked, eyes bulging.

Nora shrugged. “Alright, then. Your reputation as the Dare King will be gone.”

“What?”

“This breaks your streak. Either kiss Henry, or become known for your failure.” Nora adjusted her golden earring. “That will mean Henry becomes the new Dare King.”

Alex clenched his jaw. “Fine.” 

Henry couldn’t believe his ears, and he felt his breath come in sharp pants. His every dream, his every hope, was now about to come true. His heart began in double time as the man of his dreams advanced slowly across the circle to him. 

Bathed in the dim light of the living room, Alex could easily be the hottest man alive. His hair was like a model’s, eyelashes that could kill a man, mouth that could bring women to their knees. But his eyes. His damned eyes. They were deeper than a river, a river that Henry drowned in often. 

He finally reached Henry, and Henry subtly breathed in his cinnamon scent. Alex’s voice was pitched low enough it made Henry want to emit some noises as he hissed; “I’m just doing this for the title. Don’t think I like you, or whatever.”

Henry nodded weakly. “Noted,” he coughed, before Alex leaned in. 

It was everything everything everything

Alex’s lips were soft soft soft

Henry swept his hand through his perfect curls curls

Then then then

Alex’s tongue claimed his and his taste filled Henry’s mouth

He couldn’t remember his own name 

And and and…

Ah.

Alex

Alex wasn’t really sure what he was doing. Then again, he couldn’t really think through the haze as he had the best kiss of his life from his mortal enemy, who happened to be a man. All he knew was that Henry’s hair was soft and he was a good fucking kisser. 

All too soon, Henry pulled away. Alex was pleased to see he looked as shaken as he was, hair a mess, mouth a vivid red, panting, eyes wild. Alex couldn’t stop staring at him, but he heard the absence of sound, before screams of disbelief and glee filled the room. 

Just as he pulled Henry’s head down for another kiss - Alex’s hand was on Henry’s neck, after all - he distantly heard Nora chuckle; “I told you so.”, and June’s laugh in return.

[sinzkiller]

-Random Bleach Group Chat + How Bleach characters react to Byakuya new hair color ;)

This group chat include y/n (gender neutral)

~

Renji created a group chat

Renji added Ichigo

Renji added Rukia

Renji added y/n

Renji: Hi 😊

Rukia: What do you want Renji?

Renji: So...I pull a prank on Kuchiki taicho...

Y/n: aww hell nah 💀

Renji: 💀

Ichigo: None of my business

Renji: COME ON YOU CAN'T JUST DITCH YOUR OWN FRIEND JUST LIKE THAT

Ichigo: It's not my fault

Ichigo: You pulled a prank on a wrong, dangerous person dude

Y/n: I'll prepare your funeral

Renji: IT'S NOT FUNNT!

Renji: Funny*

Rukia: Of course it isn't.

Renji: Rukiaaa do something

Rukia: First of all, tell me what kind of prank that you pull on him?

Renji: I... replace his usual shampoo liquid to pink hair dye liquid...

Rukia: 💀

Renji: RUKIA!!!! 😭

Y/n: You're dead.

Renji:

Y/n: 😲🤯

Rukia: And why did you think it's a good idea to do that?

Renji: I don't know

Renji: I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY I DID THAT IN THE FIRST PLACE

Ichigo: Now then, what do you want us to do?

Renji: Ichigo, you will protect me from his attack using your Bankai. Y/n and Rukia will talk to him

Rukia: I'm at the world of living right now, Renji.

Y/n: Uh.....

Y/n: 💀 I met him just now, on his way to squad 10's barracks.

Renji: HAH! HE WILL NEVER KNOW WHERE I AM

Rukia: Where are you now Renji?

Renji: at Squad 13's

Renji: Thanks to Ukitake taicho, he let me stay here for a while

Ichigo: Well I'm not going to Soul Society just to protect you

Ichigo: Why don't you just come here, to the world of living then?

Renji: SHHHHHHHHH HE MIGHT FIND OUT

Ichigo: THIS IS WHY I'M CALLING YOU AN IDIOT YOU KNOW

Mayuri added Mayuri

Mayuri added Byakuya

Byakuya: Thanks, captain Kurotsuchi

Mayuri: No problem

Mayuri left the group chat

Renji: WHAT A BASTARD HACKER

Rukia: BIG BROTHER! I CAN EXPLAIN

Byakuya removed Rukia from group chat

Y/n: AAAAAA 💀

Byakuya: Renji, care to explain about this behavior of yours?

Ichigo left the group chat

Renji: It's just I thought pink hair suit you more, Captain!

Byakuya: You think so?

Renji: YES. I'M TELLING YOU THE TRUTH, RIGHT Y/N?

Y/n: YES YES YES YES YES

Y/n:

Byakuya: I accepted your explanation.

Byakuya left the group chat

Y/n: Wtf... 💀

Renji: 💀 He believed it tho

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How everyone(the characters) react to Byakuya's pink hair

Yamamoto:

• eyes wide open. 👁️👁️ .

•" Hmmm... It's suits you, captain Kuchiki, I have never thought about dyeing my hair since i had none of it, but I do have a long beard so I'll give it a try"

• is actually really like his new hair

Soi Fon:

• "Wow"

• doesn't really care about it

Kira:

•"good morning captain—"

• shocked

• tries to hide his emotion

• confuse

• depressed for no reason 💀

Unohana:

• "My my that's actually looks good, captain Kuchiki"

• have this "😊" look on her face

• almost no reaction

Renji:

• Of course he will repeatedly said "LOOKS GOOD ON YOU CAPTAIN"

• Died of laughter inside

• Felt guilty

• If he can't hold his laughter, he will bite his lower lips and slap himself in the face

Komamura:

• "hmmm? Bored of your old style? It's actually suits you well"

• didn't show any specific reaction

Iba:

• "Captain, you should join Shinigami Men's Association— CAPTAIN WHERE YOU GOING PLEASE LISTEN TO ME"

• Byakuya knows that Iba will try to get him join the association so he just walk away.

Shunshui:

• "My my.. you looks so gorgeous darling" he said as he tries to touch his new pink hair.

• Almost get killed by Byakuya.

• "Ay chill I'm just joking"

Nanao:

• "CAPTAIN THAT'S ACTUALLY LOOKS SO GOOD"

• Blushing

• "You are welcome to our association—"

• Byakuya walk away before she finish her sentence

Hisagi:

• "Good morning captain!"

• is actually have this "😲" look on his face

Toshiro:

• he just don't really care, but still "wow"

Rangiku:

• "CAPTAIN~ YOU LOOKS SO GOOD WITH YOUR NEW HAIR"

• have this "😍" look on her face

• "captain, do you mind spill the hair care? Your hair looks shiny!"

• all of sudden they're bestie

• "Omg girlllllll, thanks for the tips"

Kenpachi Zaraki:

• caught him off guard

• laugh. Yes. HE LAUGHED.

• Byakuya's spirit pressure 📈📈📈📈 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

• "chill, your hair kinda * pfft * looks good"

Yachiru:

• "Byakki chan!!! We have matching hair color. You are my older brother starting from today!"

• clingy to her "new older brother" all day

• Byakuya is actually enjoy her presence, felt like he has a daughter.

• Is actually get along with Yachiru

• Kenpachi is really mad and challenges Byakuya to fight him, the winner will get Yachiru back 🔥

• WILL DYE HIS HAIR PINK IF DESPERATE

Ikkaku:

• Only says "Good morning, captain"

• Whisper to Yumichika "Yachiru if she's a boy"

Yumichika:

• "Captain...YOUR HAIR IS SO BEAUTIFUL OMG???"

• Thinking about dyeing his hair pink just like Byakuya

Mayuri:

• "Meh"

• doesn't care how Byakuya looks like

• all of sudden want to have a long hair

Nemu:

• no reaction

Ukitake taicho<3 :

• "Maybe I should dye my hair too"

• Talking about hair care with Byakuya

Rukia:

• "BIG BROTHER, YOUR HAIR LOOKS REALLY GORGEOUS, I WISH TO HAVE HAIR LIKE YOURS"

• Byakuya's ego right now = 📈📈📈📈📈📈

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Yachiru: You should grow your hair and dye it pink too cue ball!

Ikkaku: AGHHH STOP IT LIEUTENANT!

"Nyom nyom nyom nyom"

[itisaterriblelove]

“I TOLD YOU NOT TO WAKE ME.” 

On the positive side, Elle was feeling better. Better about me and better about life, apparently. No more death-glares and bans on the word “fuck.” On the negative side: Elle was feeling better at seven in the mother-fucking morning. “Is the fucking sun even up?”

I yawned with my eyes still closed, as Elle bounced excitedly on my bed. I knew it was her even before she’d said anything because of the bouncing. Clay or Violet wouldn’t have gotten onto my bed, for one, and for another if either of them had wanted me at this time of morning then it would definitely be the beginnings of a fight.

Ugh. Like a month ago someone had played a prank on Violet and filled her shampoo bottle with spiders. They were fucking tiny rubber things, but she’d still run out naked and screaming. I’m not gonna lie and say that Clay and I didn’t crack the fuck up about it. I mean, I might have to bleach my brain at some point to get the image of her naked ass out of my head… But it was fucking hilarious.

Still. I wasn’t the one who did it. I had no part in it, actually.

Sometimes I ate her food, I was guilty of that shit. And sometimes I recorded over her stuff on the DVR. And—okay!—sometimes I helped Clay to pull a prank on her when she needed to be taken down a peg or two. But that girl had the worst fucking attitude, I swear to God. So really she deserved it.

Doesn’t change the fact that I didn’t do the Spider Shampoo Prank. But she does not fucking believe me, and she keeps boobie-trapping my shit. 

Point is, if Violet was waking me up at seven in the morning then she would be doing a lot worse than just bouncing on my bed. And no way was Clay up right now. So, yeah, I knew it was Elle. Plus, it was always Elle.

Well usually. But lately we’d managed to get out of sync with each other, and every little thing seemed to push her moods to the extreme these days. 

Elle climbed on top of me—right fucking on top of my prostrate body, laying comfortably in my bed, ensconced in my covers. She straddled me and poked me in the face.

“Wakey-wakey! Eggs and bakey!” 

She smelled sweet and flowery in this entirely girly, entirely fantastic fucking way that made me want to push her right on the damn floor.

She felt even better than she smelled.

“There better be eggs and bacon when I open my eyes,” I grumbled, cranky, and still not looking at her. I yawned again. “I am trying to fucking sleep, Elvis Hirsche.” The full name was serious business and she knew it. Usually I just stuck with “baby.” 

“Don’t be grumpy, Gavin.” She actually fucking chided me. Unbelievable.

“Elle.” I swatted at her, but it was half-hearted and she was too wide awake not to be able to dodge it. I hit nothing but air.

“Gavin, Gavin, Gavin!” She bit the bottom of my chin and my eyes popped wide open.

“Fuck, Elle.” I would have pushed her off of me if she hadn’t moved the second before I could do it. This was the thing about Elvis Hirsche: She did not fucking understand personal space. She was always touching me, and I definitely didn’t hate it. But sometimes, like first thing in the fucking morning when a girl is literally sitting on you when you wake up?… Yeah. I liked it too much.

And that was not a feeling I wanted associated with Elle. Not in this lifetime, anyway. 

“Come on, sleepyhead. I’ve had four waffles with whipped cream and chocolate syrup. Oh, and a hot chocolate.” Her smile was too wide not to be adorable, but I was still too irritated to be charmed.

Okay. That was a fucking lie. But I couldn’t help myself, Elle was literally the cutest person in the entire world.

I still groaned, though. “Who the hell let you have that many waffles?” 

“They let you make your own in the East Campus dining hall, duh! No one let me, I went to breakfast by myself.”

“Damn it, Elle. Where was Eli?!” Elle’s twin brother usually monitored her sugar and candy intake when I wasn’t around to do it. Although I had my suspicions about what “monitoring” really meant to Elijah Hirsche. But that was another story for another day.

Elle on this much of a sugar high was dangerous for everyone and everything.

“Sleeping in.” She shrugged. “There better be some candy in my fucking candy drawer.”

I groaned. At this point, I was almost entirely sure that she did that shit on purpose. But that didn’t stop my body’s reaction when I heard her say fuck. All the blood rushed south. There was something about her saying it—the worst part was that it was person specific—that turned me on. Maybe it was because I knew that Elle never swore—she didn’t even like to—unless she was trying to get a reaction out of me.

“I’m taking a shower. Stay the fuck out of that drawer.” I grumbled at her, pushing the covers away and reluctantly climbing out of bed. It was definitely a better option than laying in bed and letting Elle push all of my buttons. If she didn’t look so damn innocent then I’d be one hundred percent sure that she knew exactly what she was doing to me.

“You said you’d give me guitar lessons today,” she reminded me, as if I didn’t already know why she was there. I nodded at her, yawning again, and ran a tired hand through my sleep-dragged hair. She grinned at me. 

“You look like that duster from Beauty and the Beast.”

I flipped her off and she grinned wider. “You said you wouldn’t wake me up.” I reminded her. I didn’t have any classes today until two in the afternoon, and Elle had agreed to let me sleep in if she came over early. She always agreed to let me sleep in and she never, ever did it.

“I’m sorry. But I was so excited!” She squirmed where she was sitting, as if she couldn’t keep still, and I knew that she really couldn’t. Yeah, I bet she was excited. Four fucking waffles? And whipped cream and chocolate sauce! 

Elle crinkled her nose at me. “Hurry up and shower, you stink!”

I narrowed my eyes at her. “Oh, yeah?” And even though I knew I probably shouldn’t, I paced the bed and pounced on her anyway.

She screeched, already giggling before I even started to tickle her, and tried to wiggle away from me. “Yeah! Get off me before I throw up!” But she was breathless as she said it, so the words came out through laughs and pants as she fought me off.

“You love it.” I teased, letting her go. “If you wake Violet, I’m gonna pretend I don’t know you.” Elle kept giggling, unfazed.

“I’m going to tell her you gave me a key.” 

I shuddered at even the thought of Violet’s reaction to that. She could be a real—I hated to use this word, but in this case it was so fucking necessary—bitch when she wanted to be. Not because she was a woman. I fucking loved women. But because she was just plain psycho.

“You better not, baby.” I leveled a look at Elle but she just looked back at me, innocent and serious. I shook my head at her. “I mean it. Stay out of the candy drawer.” 

“I mean it! You smell like a garbage can.” She plugged her nose at me and I rolled my eyes.

“I’ll know if you sneak one bite,” I warned.

She giggled. “I know you count the candy, Gavin. Relax, you big baby. I’ll be good!” 

Yeah, she knew I counted the candy but that had never stopped her from sneaking some. And it wasn’t like I could do anything about it once she’d already eaten it. Elle on too much of a sugar high was like watching the Energizer Bunny act in an episode of Glee. Life became some sort of high speed musical.

Seriously.

I groaned at the thought and shot her one last threatening look before snatching up a change of clothes and heading to the bathroom. It was a quick shower (and a cold one), but I was slowed down by the fact that I had to make sure there weren’t any traps set in the bathroom for me to encounter. No dye in my shampoo bottle or anything like that; I wouldn’t put it past Violet, especially because I was fucking serous about my shampoo product. Hair this fantastic didn’t come without some maintenance.

So when I came out and found Elle curled up on the couch, munching on a frosted Pop-Tart, I was hardly surprised. I glared at her and she smiled beguilingly at me.

“Oops.” But even as she said it, she was shoving the last bit of it into her mouth, so I knew she wasn’t sorry. I sighed. 

“You can’t possibly have any room left in that tiny stomach.” Except I knew she could. I’d seen her pack down the food like a starving teenaged boy-band… Well, I’d also seen her in action every day, too, and she pretty much never slowed down unless I made her. So it made sense that she never seemed to gain a single pound.

Elle shrugged, her cheeks puffed out, and talked around the last of her food. “Hey, I found this in the kitchen, fair and square. It was lost behind the microwave.” She licked her lips contentedly and I tried really hard not to see the trail of her tongue as she did it. “Come here, let me see if you smell better!” And just like that she was up and bouncing around.

Yeah… It looked like it was going to be a long day.

[neon-lights-stardust-nights]

ooh!!! ooh i could see one of these two with hugo and kronos in an au:

Getting random text that says, “I can’t say I like the new name. It doesn’t suit you. However, I AM a huge fan of your outfit today. You know red’s my favorite color on you.”

Whumpee having coffee alone at a busy cafe when Whumper slides into the seat across from them. “It’s been so long! You’re looking great.” Whumpee can’t manage to do anything but stare as they hands start shaking.

and i could see this one with crane:

Whumpee waking up in the middle of the night to Whumper standing over them. This still happens several times a week, but it’s always just a dream. They take a deep breath, blink hard, and flip on their lamp, trying to make the image fade, but it’s real this time. “You look surprised to see me. Didn’t I tell you I’d always find you? Now get dressed. We’re leaving.”

feel free to use any or all :D

Doing Crane one as well in a reblog to keep things tidy! I cleaned my cat's litter and then so immediately started this www

[meme]

Fae had been living with Riddler for maybe a few months now. It was meant to be couch surfing. Fae was sure Penguin could hook faer up with something more permanent, as it was his turn to be in debt to faer again. The look on Ed’s face when fae brought up moving though… Perhaps they were both lonely.

Life had been surprisingly uneventful. It really had seemed like Edward had come in clutch on getting faer out of there without a trace that Strange could use to track faer. After the name change and going into hiding… It killed faers current standing as a rogue—lit up in flames. You know what they say though: if you’re going to run from the past, pour gasoline behind you.

Perhaps fae hadn’t used enough gasoline though.

Perhaps visiting the lounge was a bad idea, with Edward or not. Hair bleached until it was nearly white, wearing colored contacts, and with a few new tattoos… No amount of appearance changes were apparently enough.

It fooled most people, but apparently not him.

“Edward, since when did you have such good taste in friends?”

He just laughed along. “What can I say? Apollo sticks around me for my wicked charms?”

There was laughter all around, and Apollo only stopped when fae felt a buzz in faers pocket. Fishing faers phone out of it, fae wondered who the hell it could even be. Apollo, for likely obvious reasons, was being very careful with contacts.

I can’t say I like the new name. It doesn’t suit you. However, I AM a huge fan of your outfit today. You know red’s my favorite color on you.

Zacharie’s—no, Kronos’—damnit! Apollo’s hand shook, barely perceptible. Edward had become attuned to it though. He noticed when he looked over. Apparently Edward had spoken, and asked at least thrice if fae was listening. Now though, his arm hooked around faers shoulders.

“Give us a minute,” was the most eloquent thing he could say, dragging faer off immediately after. A nice corner—a nice spot where there was nobody talking, at least.

He gave Apollo that look, like he thought he could take on the world. “You look like you saw a ghost.”

“I can’t tell if this is Crane or Strange.”

That wiped his face clean of any confidence. “Jesus, that bad?” He leaned over, looking at the screen. Apollo was still clutching the phone, still shivering just enough to be noticeable to him.

“I mean, I lean on Strange.” Apollo chuckled, nervous. “I don’t think Johnathan really ever liked me in red? If anything, he dressed me up in black way more often. I always thought he’d find it gaudy, but Strange was way too willing to just buy me whatever to wear. If he dressed me himself though, he favored red and purple. I mean, you saw that one suit I wore to—“

“Apollo.”

“Yeah?”

Edward sighed. “Shut up.”

“Okay.”

He put both hands on faers shoulders, “this could be a prank. We all know that stupid clown loves to pull ‘em when he’s feeling especially petty. I’m pretty sure he’s the only other person alive who could know I pulled you away from Strange, because unfortunately, we struck a deal over it.”

Apollo blinked reflexively. “Alive?”

Ignoring the question, “let me have your phone, I’m sure I can figure out where that text came from.”

“You can do that,” fae asked, gladly holding it out to him. It felt like fae was holding a grenade with the pin pulled out.

“I can do anything with enough time and concentration! So long as that anything includes ones and zeros!” He paused, hoping fae would laugh. Apollo did not, so he just took the phone and waved away the air with his free hand. “Relax, alright! Just hang out by the bar. I doubt Ozzy will just let you up and disappear.”

“What makes you say that?”

“I’ll hack his fucking bank information if he does.”

Apollo did laugh this time. So he pat faer on the back, nudging faer back toward said bar. “Go! Have fun! Get a drink! Just make sure to watch them make it.”

“Fine, fine!”

Like that, Apollo was stumbling over to the bar. There was a seat—there had been a few. A glass of tawny port wine became two, and then three. Edward was still off god knows where doing hell cares what to faers phone, but fae stopped worrying two glasses ago. The third was just for fun.

Red faced and wobbly was the way fae was when the seat to faers left was filled by someone way bigger than faer. Maybe if fae were more sober, fae would’ve recognized him sooner. It was weird to not see him dressed to operate on faer—most of their interactions where somehow romantic as they were clinical.

Then fae saw the red, circular shades.

A lesser man would’ve pissed themselves out of faer, but Apollo just froze entirely. Seconds piled into a handful of sparse minutes of silence. Even when he was getting a whiskey and coke, Apollo just stared. Something about this felt surreal, like fae should wake up. Edward would shake faer awake soon, even! He’d complain about how fae was crying in faers sleep, or even more embarrassing, maybe fae wet the bed. “Take the sheets and blanket—toss them into the wash!” Right, he’d be ribbing at faer any second now for what a childish thing it is to pee the bed over a nightmare.

“Why Apollo?”

Fae smiled politely—an anxious reflex. “What?”

“The name. Why Apollo specifically?”

“You don’t need to know that,” fae responded, too much shake to have real bite.

He looked at faer from the corners of his eyes, past the sanguine tint the rest of the world had. “Why the name Apollo?”

There was hesitance. “I thought it was funny. I really often make things based off of snippets of dreams. I have a lot of songs that are just based off lyrics or melodies I heard in one, for instance! So I thought… That it was… Funny…”

Strange wasn’t laughing. Neither was Apollo. Fae looked straight ahead, pretending to give a shit about the rows and rows of bottles.

“You’re too drunk to go home alone.”

Faers head snapped around to look at him, like if fae took faers eyes off him again: he’d be somewhere rather bad for faer. “I came with Edward,” Apollo retorted, far too fast.

Strange sighed, like the weight of the world rested upon him and only him. “So that’s where you’ve been hiding.”

“You lack all self awareness,” Apollo hissed.

“Enlighten me, then.”

Apollo froze. This was a test. Something about his tone—this was a test. “I wasn’t a partner in crime, or a romantic partner, or… Nothing. I was nothing but a lab rat.”

Strange scoffed. “You make too many assumptions about how I could express affection.”

“Reality is subjective,” and fae was just drunk enough to think that was incredibly deep. “I shouldn’t even be entertaining you!” Shuffling out of faers seat, “I’m going to find Edward, and he’s way more sober than me! So he’s going to drive me home, and—“

He grabbed faers wrist before fae could start walking away. “We’re leaving, Kronos.”

“It’s Apollo, and no!”

Even if fae was sober, fae wouldn’t have been strong enough to pull away from him. Being very close to hammered was just salt on the wound. He got out of his own seat, barely touched drink left behind. Strange made enough money that he could afford to waste it, if it meant getting to faer. “I think I have made my opinion on that name very clear, but in case I haven’t…”

He took faer by the chin, tilting faers head to keep eye contact. “You were Zacharie when I found you, and you were Kronos when I kept you. No amount of running from me will ever change who I made you. What I made you, even.”

“Fuck you.” Apollo looked around, half wondering why nothing had been done yet. Being manhandled seemed like a really good excuse for anything to happen—literally anyone to step in.

It occurred to faer painfully late that fae wasn’t the only one who struck deals with The fucking Penguin. In fact, it only occurred to faer as Strange was tugging faer along by the wrist toward the exit, like he was wrangling a disobedient child. “I don’t even have my phone on me! C’mon!”

“You wouldn’t be allowed to keep it when we were home anyway.”

“Fuck you!”

Once again, he sighed as if he’d found his cat clawing up the curtains. “You’ve grown unruly since you left. We’ll correct that in due time.”

Apollo wished fae had a weaker stomach, because the inherent nausea at this much anxiety while drunk was absolutely killing faer.

[jrosa82fanfics]

Part 4 of Adrien

Chapter 2

The sun beat down hard on the sand as people lay on towels or swam in the cool water. Class had ended a few weeks ago and given that the Agrestes had money they had bought a house in Le Havre a short distance from Paris and right by the waters of the Manche. Adrien had opened a beach umbrella earlier so that the sun wouldn’t burn him as he relaxed. He wore black swim trunks with a neon green towel underneath him as he ate his ice cream. He and Marinette sat in companionable silence as they enjoyed their sweet treats.

Her hair was still blonde although now it had been styled in her customary twin tails. She wore a hat to cover the black roots that had come in the weeks after the play. Originally Bri had placed bleach in her shampoo and conditioner as a prank, but by the time she had realized what the strange smell was her hair had been several shades lighter. She had ended up finishing what her cousin had started and came to school with blonde hair midway through the year.

At first Adrien hadn’t recognized her, but with time he had gotten accustomed to seeing her like this. In a few months he hoped to have the old color back, because while blonde looked nice on her he felt that the inky black of her normal hair suited her much better.

They had just finished eating their ice cream when they saw them. Over the years Felix had dated a varied group of individuals. From boys to girls, older or the same age as himself. Adrien was used to the sight of his brother with a new paramore, what he didn’t expect was to see him with someone he recognized. Walking hand in hand with his brother was none other than Luka Couffaine.

He was surprised to say the least, the two could definitely have been friends, but Adrien didn’t think Luka would be interested in his brother long term. Their personalities would clash, and clash often. Adrien knew that most people thought Felix was just cold towards people because he was shy, and while that was partially true Adrien also knew his demeanor was often just a part of who he was.

When he was younger Adrien had struggled with the way his brother behaved. He would be willing to share toys or spend time with him but had never opened himself to a deeper connection, had never shown any vulnerability. He had thought it was just because he was older and didn’t want to seem weak or even that there was no vulnerability to share.

But as his brother started dating and having relationship after relationship end he started to realize that the lack of openness was something Felix maintained with everyone. It stopped hurting Adriens feelings then, and started making him worry. He had a feeling this was going to end the same way, and when it blew up in his brother’s face it wouldn’t be pretty.

[thatonegeekygirl]

This Mirror is a Liar

I am awakened gradually by sunlight pouring into my room, lightening my eyelids and warming my legs and chest. Rolling over with a quiet groan, I shield my face with an arm, wishing I could steal a couple more minutes of precious sleep. But the day is against me. The sun’s cheery glow only brightens, creeping further up the bed, poking at my sleepiness even as I struggle to hold onto it.

But…wait.

A feeling of unease settles over me.

Something isn’t right about that.

My easy transition into consciousness quickens at this bleary thought, dormant synapses sparking to life as my brain shifts out of its resting state, and I am suddenly alert. I’ve slept in this bedroom for seven years now and not once has the sun woken me up. The window is too far away, on the left side of the room.

When my eyes snap open they land on a room I have never been in before. Opposite to me is a large, single paned window, through which the rising sun’s glare angles down upon me. None of the furniture is mine, or even looks familiar.

The pang in my gut strengthens. What the hell happened last night? I wrack my brain for any memories of a raging party—not that I have any time for those with the kids and work—but the only thing I can recall is reading a bit of my novel before settling into bed beside Janie and drifting off. 

I swing my feet over the edge of the bed and shuffle over to the nearest door. It leads to a bathroom, and I don’t recognize it any more than anything else. The ceramic toilet and dappled countertop I quickly dismiss, however, when I notice the mirror.

A stranger stares back at me from it. His eyes are blown wide, jaw hanging open, and he stands stiffly with his arms frozen at his sides, as if he dare move an inch reality will shatter. I close my mouth, and he does too. Fear finally seizes my heart. This cannot be. This man has jet black hair, a sharp chin and cheekbones, brown eyes, and striking eyebrows. I have dirty brown hair, worn features, blue eyes, and eyebrows that fade into nothing. He is young in all the places I am old. He is not me. But when I reach a shaking hand up to my cheek the reflection copies the motion exactly.

My nails dig into my skin, skitter across bleached white teeth and pull at thin lips, as I scramble mindlessly to pull away this mask, this lie. Pain shoots in fierce bursts with each desperate claw stroke, traitorous flesh protesting the abuse. Scenarios, explanations for this prank—because it has to be that, a prank—flash through my mind, a movie reel spliced and set to fast-forward. The wrongness I felt before has drummed into a rage, all encompassing and pounding in every cell.

A child’s voice slices through the panic and the blood freezes in my veins.

“Dad?” it calls, “Mom says it's time for breakfast!”

I am shocked into deadly stillness. What the fuck. What the actual fucking fuck. And now I cannot think, cannot do anything, and my useless brain is caught on repeat—fuck fuck fuck fuck, it trills. Nonsense. All of this. No sane person could possibly say anything, do anything, in this absurd situation that shouldn’t exist.

So I do the only thing I can think to.

“Okay! Coming!” I shout into the stretched silence.

The thump-thump-thump of darting feet recedes, and I am left alone once more.

I wait for a minute or two, expecting something to change, for some grand reveal or shift in the environment, but there is nothing. Nothing at all. The only thing out of place is myself.

Numb, I walk on unsteady legs out of the bathroom, out of the bedroom, and down a set of carpeted stairs. 

From the shelter of the doorway I peer at the family in the kitchen. Two kids, one girl and one boy, each no older than seven years old, and a young woman of maybe twenty-eight. They all look perfectly pleasant, loving and joyful. The sick knot in the pit of my stomach tightens.

Before I can try to convince myself I am dreaming—this is not a dream, I can always tell when I am dreaming—I step across the threshold and force a smile. It feels unnatural on this tight face.

“Morning, honey,” I say.

“Good morning!” The woman replies, pancake batter sloshing in the bowl balanced on her hip as she scoops some onto a sizzling skillet. “Don’t forget your mother’s coming over today, yeah? I bought some fingerpaints and glitter yesterday for the kids, so they should be entertained long enough for you two to catch up. Right guys?”

“Yeah!” The children cheer. 

I nod, trying to keep my expression neutral, and pull up a chair at a table laden with scrambled eggs, orange juice, and maple syrup.

“Bryan?” She says, meeting my eyes. “You okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.” I straighten in my chair and flash her another flat smile. 

With a dubious glance she turns back to her pancakes.

The two kids are staring at me, I realize, faces unreadable. My heartbeat quickens. They couldn’t know, could they? Even with my dismal acting skills I’m not that obvious. But clearly the pair can tell in that instinctive way children have that something is off, because the boy, giggling just seconds before, knits his brow and frowns. Sweat collects under my hairline.

The loud ding-dong of a doorbell echoes through the house and I have to suppress a jump. Rising from her seat, the mom trots to the door and swings it open.

“Hi, Ethel,” she greets the elderly woman on the step, “come on in, we’re just having breakfast.”

“Thank you, Claire dear,” Ethel says fondly, shuffling inside. She spots me perched awkwardly upon my chair, though she does not see Michael the forty-four year old carpenter, but Bryan, her young son, and love for him floods her expression. Guilt laps at my heels. 

“Bryan!” She opens her arms for a hug. “Oh, it's so wonderful to see you, love.”

Standing there expectantly, all the faith in the world clear in her eyes, she waits. My rigid stillness draws the attention of the other three, their own eyes clouding with confusion as the length of the moment stretches past uncomfortable and into suspicious. I look at the floor, a patchwork of foreign yellow tiles, but I can still feel their scrutiny on me. 

“Good to see you, too…mom,” I manage eventually.

This does not seem to quell the woman’s, Claire’s, worry. She tilts her head pointedly at Ethel, a tiny sliver of alarm creeping into her manner. Ethel’s enthusiasm has dampened as well, but she still has her arms raised in the air, even as the aged muscles quiver at the strain. Swallowing the lump in my throat I force myself to stand. Relieved, Ethel’s lowered grin returns at full strength.

As I trudge towards her memories of my real mother strike me like lashes. I may as well spit on her grave.

Too soon I must lean woodenly into Ethel’s warm embrace, and every piece of me is protesting this betrayal of my mother’s love, her trust, the countless hours she spent caring for and helping me. This is too much, why is this happening? Why to me?

“My son…” Ethel breathes in my ear.

All the revulsion I have been shoving down swells abruptly in a horrible rush and then I am shoving her, hard and rough, in the chest, a guttural yell tearing at my throat. There’s no time for her to look surprised as she flys away from me. With an awful crunch her head hits the hard linoleum floor, and she doesn’t rise, doesn’t so much as lift a finger. I am left to look on in bone-deep horror at what I’ve done as blood pools lazily around her graying hair.

There is a high-pitched keening noise ringing in my ears, and I realize after a moment that Claire is screaming. Tearing my attention away from the scene I search for her. 

She has the two kids clutched in her arms at the far end of the kitchen, primal terror radiating from her as her gaze darts between me and Ethel lying unnaturally still beside me. Our eyes lock and all of a sudden Claire is in motion. She grasps the landline phone beside her and, fingers quaking, dials a three digit number. 911. Claire cups the boy’s head to turn it away, her own threatening glare never leaving me. 

“Yes! Yes,” she cries into the phone after a pause. Her voice lowers and I can’t make out anything else she mutters into it.

“I’m sorry,” I say lamely. “I’m…look, I’m not Bryan!”

Claire holds the phone to her chest and glares. “What is wrong with you!?”

“I’m not Bryan!” Anger flares, anger for me and for Ethel and for this whole damned mess. “My name is Michael Smith. I live on 4853 Homerlee Avenue in Chicago, Illinois with my wife Janie and three teenage kids, Tom, Mary, and Daniel. I work as a carpenter and build jigsaw puzzles on the weekends and watch too much TV AND I’M NOT BRYAN!”

Claire is crying now. “Stop, Bryan, please…we’ll work this out, okay? Just don’t hurt us, please don’t hurt us…Bryan, don’t do anything crazy...”

“I’m not crazy!” I shout, and all three of them flinch. “I’m not crazy…”

The only sound is her muffled sobs. 

Ethel remains motionless.

My resolution fails, the weight of everything pressing on my temples, and I fade for a bit. 

Sometime later I am startled back by the wail of sirens. Blue and red flashes whirl around on the ceiling and the door muffles shouted commands, until a boot slams into it and it's thrown open, revealing three police officers. They are carrying guns.

“Wait!” I bellow, the implications crashing down on me. “Wait! I didn’t mean to kill her! I swear, something evil is happening here, I’m not Bryan! My name is Michael! Michael Smith!”

“Arms in the air!” An officer demands. I comply hurriedly.

“Okay! Okay. Please, you’ve got to listen to me, this is all wrong!” I stumble backwards as they surge forward. One whips out a pair of handcuffs and straps them on, while another steps behind me and directs me towards the door. The other is comforting Claire and her children, shielding them with both his body and his calm assurance.

“Listen to me!” The plea creeps up an octave. “My name is Michael Smith! I have a family, a wife, Janie Smith, you can call her—her cell number is 312–”

I am unceremoniously shoved outside and what I see rips the numbers from my mouth. There they are. Walking on the opposite sidewalk, Janie guiding Daniel and Mary away from us and Tom sneaking curious glances in our direction. Hope flutters to life within my chest. Janie will recognize me, of course she will.

I squint. There’s someone else with them. One of Tom’s friends, maybe, or—

Dread settles in my stomach.

It’s me. 

I would know those sturdy legs, that stubbled face and wide chest anywhere. 

Janie and the kids walk on, but my body stops. Turns. Meets my terrified gaze with eyes cold and inhuman, and peers into my soul. It is so intensely violating I writhe, hands clamming up and heart thumping out of rhythm. Every single hair on me stands straight up. 

This is what goes bump in the night, the far-off part of me muses, the evil people always warn you about. 

Then the thing wearing my skin, it smiles. 

Smiles a smile that is too-wide and cruel and promises unspeakable acts. 

Slowly, patiently, the thing places a firm hand on Mary’s shoulder and strolls away.

I give a violent surge, lunging in hysteria for the vile monstrosity that leads my family into the distance, but no matter how I kick and scratch and bite the officers maintain a secure hold on me, and I hate them for it.

“Sedate him!” the blond one commands, letting out a growl when my shoulder strikes his forehead.

“No!” I lash out. “Over there! My family, they’re in danger! That thing, that thing—it has them!” A sharp pain stabs my leg and I gasp. “Let me go! I have to help them, please! Please! Dammit, let me go! Let me go! LET ME GO! Let me–let…” 

My tongue is too thick now to talk. Warmth spreads over my limbs, numbing my fingers and toes. All the adrenaline-charged strength flees me and is replaced with a deep exhaustion. 

The world goes all fuzzy, tilts sickly, and I slip into the drugged darkness.

Confusion greets me the next time I come around. At first I don’t understand. The world, bleached white and square and entirely enclosed, rolls in waves. I stagger to my feet, recent intense emotions and memories surging to the forefront of my mind, and the panic subdued by the tranquilizer erupts again, like the urge to vomit but everywhere. Chilled understanding dawns and I half-run half-limp towards the single locked exit.

“Hey! Hey!” I shout into the small clear window. “Let me out! Hey! Someone let me out!”

I pound viciously at the white cushioned door, so hard and so long my fists crack and bleed, red staining the fabric with each strike. I barely notice the sting. “My family, they’re in danger! Please! This is all wrong, can’t you see that!?”

Tears spill down my cheeks, their salty taste mixing with the copper tang of blood on my bitten tongue. “Let me outta here! You gotta let me outta here! They need me! You don’t understand, it has them! That thing, that horrible thing, it’s evil! And it has them! It has them! IT HAS THEM!”

Laughter, my own delighted laughter, echoes from somewhere in the halls.

I scream and scream and scream until my throat closes up and I cannot any longer.

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This is a story me and my sister wrote for the Watcher show Are You Scared. Hope you enjoyed! Sleep tight :)

[andthebubbles]

heartstopper 2x05-08 (yeah i decided to finish watching it tonight)

heartstopper 2x05

uhhh so nick and charlie just ran off from the louvre without telling the teachers? hahahahahaaha

darcy!!! grrrrr

as much as i don't care for tao and elle's storyline, it was nice when they finally (? i can't remember if they kissed before this) fucking kissed

ben continues to be annoying

not much to say, really

onwarddddd

heartstopper 2x06

sooo the teacher thing is kinda awkward bc like... just... offering to share a single bed like sorta outta nowhere? skjfngkfjg okay well whatever

yay nick finally said it/came out

darcyyyy <3

why the hell was ben at the party and why was he let in when harry wasn't, i thought everyone hated him, and it's not like he seemed to have any friends at the party anyway, he was just standing around and then he made a fuss in the truth or dare game

truth or dare btw when it involves peer pressure like that sucks

i like tao and elle a lot better now that they're together. they're really cute. esp when they kicked charlie out of the toilet even though he needed to pee lol

i know i said the teacher thing was a bit weird but i meant, more like how it seems to be beginning... you'd think two adults who work together would do it a bit more carefully in case it goes pear-shaped?? also i kinda like mr farouk when he hasn't got a stick up his arse lol, and ajayi is fine ofc

aaah nearly forgot to mention: nick's dad is a fucking dickkkk. absent fathers make me so mad

kinda feeling for isaac here. i also don't like kissing people, it's gross, and people put suchhh importance on kissing... is it meant to feel good or...? all it is is just saliva-ey and wet and gross and sometimes you can even smell the saliva which is ew

heartstopper 2x07

okay before i forget to say it, omg why didn't charlie block ben ages ago on insta

i had already seen charlie's speech to ben on tumblr a few days ago so it didn't get me as pumped (it was very good though) but

NICK'S speech at the dinner table SKSJDNFKNGKFJGN THAT got me pumped (for two broad reasons: 1. yeah why care/who gives a fuck when your dad doesn't give a fuck about you, 2. re your dad seeing you twice a year or some shit like that... so i have an aunt who lives in one country, and her husband lives in the neighbouring country, and they probably only see each other like twice a year, and they're not divorced, and like, what the FUCK are you guys doing; my mum told me she used to (or still does) get really sad about it, so, you know, that thing with nick and his dad really hit hard, even though it's not affecting me personally; i'm just so mad at that dickhead uncle)

also i love tori so much, i so wanted her to stab her fork straight down on david's arm instead of just using her fingers. and then i wanted her to play some major prank on david when she was in the bathroom, like how matilda changed her dad's ... hair product thing into bleach

darcy aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah (yeah my mum makes a fuss if i wanna wear a suit too :( ) (she looks gorgeous in a suit btw)

isaac is really going through it huh... like, the bit at the mall/shopping area

(btw so... the UK has sixth form-specific schools? heccc)

heartstopper 2x08

that last scene with nick and charlie!! jdkjgnfkjgkjk

and tara and darcy!!! i felt sorry for tara when she was at the prom but then you also know that darcy's going through some serious shit and... yeah. her home life is awful!! where did she go that night after the prom? i hope tara's parents let her stay over foreverrrr

is tori aroace as well? if we is... could we just have an ace person in s3 if there's an s3...

i detecttt imogen/sahar lol

[townofcadence]

Artair--- halted, at the front door.

It had been less than three years since he'd been here last. The windows were dusted with cobwebs and the grime of age. It wouldn't take much to push it open, but his palm rested unmoving against the knob.

He knew what was on the other side. He'd been here a thousand times. He remembered the well-loved armchair inside, the hundreds of books until Mason had just taken to stacking them throughout the place. He remembered perching on the arm sometimes, while Mason sat in the perfect hollow the chair had conformed to over the years for him. Usually with one of those countless books splayed over his lap. He remembered the way Mason's hair smelled like a medley of berries, as he leaned close enough to see the passage Mason traced with a finger, reading it aloud. He had always shared any data he had, to make a case easier.

He remembered the folding chairs that served as dining ones, the plastic and metal ones with purple stripes. They were so ugly the two had laughed over it. Every time, Mason swore he'd replace them one of these days, for something 'real'. But they were real, when they'd sat there, across from each other sharing a drink. Sometimes tea, sometimes stronger. He remembered that old fridge he'd found and fixed up for him too, because Mason was always a collector of the antique and unique. He remembered all the notes Mason had left himself, taped all over the surface in an orderly grid of colorful post-its.

He remembered the beanbag in Mason's room, that he often crashed on, listening to the sound of his friend's fingers tapping steadily to a mechanical keyboard. One he was so remiss to throw away, that Artair himself had repaired the damn thing a few times to keep it living beyond its usual lifespan, just to make him smile.

He remembered the way the drywall felt, when a door that shouldn't have been there was, and then wasn't.

Artair swallowed. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe this was a prank or-- unrelated. But he had to know. It didn't sit right with him, not at least checking.

The seconds dragged on. They clicked through his brain like tapping fingers, waiting for him to do more than hover at the front door. He winced, face contorting more and more and hand gripping tighter to the knob with each passing second, until the whole thing shook.

With a twist that left his heart racing, Artair opened the door.

It was a moment that felt like-- dramatically, it should've creaked. But it was silent as it opened, revealing the dimly lit room. The curtains were left partially open, and what little the light had access to was bleached by sunbeams, an off color from the rest. He tried....not to look. At anything. At the empty frames on the wall with long-gone photos. At the scant handful of posters adorning the wall for some sci-fi movies, long abandoned. The place was....eerie. When he could see all the memories of a life lived here, but the person was gone. It was like the home was grieving too.

Artair kept his eyes forward. He walked, mechanical, over the carpet. Dust clouded the floor, filtering through the light the open door outside cast. His rigid steps were almost memorized, the same route he'd taken for months after Mason was....gone. Checking the same wall, over and over and hoping-- for something. Anything, to change.

This time, a time countlessly outweighed in volume by all prior visits, insanity gifted him a reprieve.

The door looked just the same as it had, the day it had closed. The afterimage of Mason's outstretched hand for him lashed it's way through his mind and stung.

Why now...? Why now of all times? Did this mean that--- that Mason was....?

He approached the door, and his insides seemed to squirm at the proximity. The thrum of magic, of something else, buzzed under his skin like static. He could taste it like the touch of a battery to his tongue, a sharpness he remembered. The door was-- hard to focus on. Like trying to understand the details made it harder to concentrate at all.

He knew it was a door, knew it was plain, but he couldn't grasp the grooves of the wood-grain, the color (if it even had any), or how the panels were laid out. He knew a door shouldn't be here too, but the longer he lingered, the more it seemed....at home, against the wall. Like it was always meant to be there.

Of course, that was only this moment. The next, it might be gone like it never was.

That was the thought that spurred him forward. Shaking fingers took the handle, strangely warm, and pulled it downwards. This door didn't squeak either, seemed to open into nothing at first glance.

"....Mason....?"

Closed starter for @townofcadence

There was a small house, nestled in the woods just outside of Cadence. It had sat devoid of life now for three long years, but it wasn't empty. Far from it, in fact. Lots of things had been taken away over time but there was still enough left over-- dusty bookshelves and what equally dusty books hadn't been important enough to take for safekeeping, furniture, some appliances-- just enough to know that this was the home of a person, at some point. A living person, who may or may not still be alive, but who certainly wasn't here anymore. You might have even been able to catch a glimpse of him, if his photos hadn't already gone too.

The house, in all other regards, was entirely normal. Just an abandoned old house left to fester. It had rooms, and those rooms had doors to match. Except… for one extra door. If you didn't already know the layout of the house it would have blended in perfectly, and it still did-- but it wasn't supposed to be there, was it? There was no room on the other side and more importantly; it is exactly where it was the last time Artair saw it.

[talesofsonicasura]

Ichigo Kurosaki, Zangetsu and Hollow!Ichigo with a Pokemon Trainer s/o

Another one of these. If you pair Ichigo with someone, they end up with ALL of him. That means his Hollow too. I don't know about Zangetsu since the reason is a HUGE spoiler for those who only watch the anime version of Bleach. But I'll include him since again, he's part of the substitute soul reaper. As for the Pokemon partner, it's Gengar specifically the Halloween variant. This can be read as gender neutral or preferred gender.

You met Ichigo at least one year before he became a Soul Reaper. You and your Gengar explore Ultra Wormholes in your spare time which lead to finding this particular world.

Usually when exploring a different world without Pokemon such as this, your partner usual hid in your shadow unless called upon to not draw attention.

So when your partner suddenly ran off for some reason, you knew it meant trouble. Something that lead you to quite a scene.

Your Gengar standing protectively in front of a beaten young man with orange hair and some unconscious street thugs. That was the day you met Ichigo.

You explained to him who you were since he already seen your partner. Luckily, Ichigo promised to keep it secret.

The two of you quickly becoming friends over time. Once you made a temporary home hidden in Karakura Town, the orangette always visited you. Whether it was helping with his homework or hanging out.

Despite pranking him a lot, Ichigo got along with your Gengar quite well. He thought it was cute that your partner liked dressing up, sometimes bringing over some accessories for them to try on.

Occasionally, Ichigo would rough house with the Shadow Pokemon since they were a mischievous shit and liked to play fight a lot. You thought it was adorable.

When Ichigo got his Soul Reaper powers, training with your Pokemon became part of the routine. Helping him work on his powers and such. A big boon as he had less trouble with more powerful Hollows.

You kept yourself out of the whole Hollow business unless it was completely necessary. An example being that Menos Grande which popped up in the middle of town one day.

For you and your Gengar, that fight didn't felt too far from a Dynamax battle against a wild Pokemon. In short, your partner made quirk work out of the massive Hollow once Ichigo and Uryu gave you both an opening.

Anyway, your opinions on Soul Society and Hollows were mixed as it is. You honestly felt there had to be other methods to handle the spirits than slaying them indiscriminately. Things then went a bit awry one day...

You had recently caught a new Pokemon: a Spectrier who was a bit skittish. You were baking some treats with Gengar when a loud cry and a harsh thud had you both running out of the house.

Spectrier can kick out a person's soul from their body and Ichigo ended up on the receiving end. His Soul Reaper form sat on the ground but also two other people: his Zanpakuto Spirit and Inner Hollow.

One call to Urahara Kisuke later. Zangetsu alongside the newly named Hollow, Shiro, were apparently still connected to Ichigo but stuck in the Real World. They moved in with you since Ichigo had no room in his home or an excuse. Great.

Zangetsu and Shiro were complete opposites to each other. The Hollow was wild, energetic and a dirty flirt at times. Always jumping at the chance to fight your Pokemon or mess with you.

Zangetsu was reserved and quiet. He did spare with your Pokemon from time to time but preferred reading or learning more about your world.

The two thankfully got along with Gengar as well. Ichigo's Hollow joining the Pokemon for rough housing or a pranking spree across town. The Zanpakuto often cloud gaze with a cup on tea alongside your ghostly partner.

Both did help you out around the house. Shiro apparently liked to cook, although you had to stop him from cutting vegetables with that huge sword multiple times. Zangetsu helped out with cleaning.

All three slowly caught feelings for you with different reasons.

Ichigo fell in love because of how peaceful you made his life. You gave him a sanctuary when the world becomes too much to handle, something similar to how his mom made him feel safe and loved.

Shiro was because of how you treated him. Despite knowing his true nature, you treated the Hollow like a person. Gave him respect, kindness and complete trust with no strings attached.

Zangetsu was a mix of both. You granted him a place of peace and viewed as a person just like Ichigo did. Something he could truly have, an experience no Zanpakuto has ever had.

You gotten bonus points for threatening Urahara if he tried anything funny with the three. You, Gengar and all of your other Pokemon had vowed to raise absolute hell in defense of those they cared about.

They quickly admitted their feelings to you when Rukia got kidnapped. If something went wrong during their rescue mission, they would lay their hearts bare first.

Ichigo, Shiro and Zangetsu were honestly relieved that you felt the same with all three. It was the beginning of a really weird relationship. A Hollow, Substitute Soul Reaper, Zanpakuto and a otherworldly Pokemon Trainer. Strange but never unwelcomed.

Your Gengar did celebrate by grafitting a good chunk of Karakura Town with childish doodles of all four of you. A certain Hats n Clogs wasn't happy about the new paint job.

And that's it. I actually got into Bleach around Christmas time when I was just a young teenager. It's one of the older anime series that I stuck with alongside One Piece. I chose Gengar because it's one of the Pokemon I would honestly see Ichigo have on his team.

After all, a moon always has a darkside or shadow to it. I would've gone with a Shiny instead of the Halloween costume version but the Shiny absolutely sucks. You can only tell the difference through Mega Evolution or Gigantamax.

I twisted canon a bit here with Ichigo gaining Zangetsu after the Menos Grande but before Rukia gets kidnapped by Soul Society. Also, some Pokemon do feed on life force so it would be a bit hypocritical to be fully aboard with slaying hollows and follow something like the Soul Society without all the facts. Until next time folks! Have a great year! This is Halloween Gengar! 👇

And this is Spectrier.

[violettelueur]

INUMAKI TOGE || PRETTY

| featuring : inumaki toge from jujutsu kaisen

| warnings : grammar errors, but other than that n/a

| form : imagine

| word count : 1282

| published : 29 december

| request : hi! i would like to order an imagine for inumaki where he says a non onigiri related sentence to the reader for the first time :D ah but you can also skip this if youd like because i think i remember you saying that inumaki was a hard character! i hope u have an amazing day/night <3

| barista’s notes : i hate you all...you didn’t tell me that episode 120 of Black Clover was this emotional...guys it made me cry ffs....i hate you all ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ but what i wanted to say was that this imagines curse technique was inspired but Bleach (my favourite anime of all time) and their use of Kido - which is kind of like spells they use during battle - and the name and number is the same as in the anime and this was because i was watching a fight scene from bleach once again while writing this ʕ ㅇ ᴥ ㅇʔ other than that, i hope you enjoy your cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request!) and you’re welcome to come again anytime soon!

With the sunshine trying to peek through the branches, you as well as other second years were walking around the premise of the school, taking a short break from the training that you were all doing with both Fushiguro Megumi and Kugisaki Nobara for to Kyoto Sister-School Goodwill Event to prepare for the team battle that going to happen on the first day.

“Y/N, are you okay? You have been in a daze since we started this walk,” someone suddenly asked, causing you to look away from all the tall trees that covered the sky to the girl with the high ponytail, who was looking at you with a concerned look on her face.

“Leaf Mustard?” Inumaki then questioned, leading you to realise that they were actually worried. Wanting to put them at ease, you quickly put a small but gentle smile on your face and waved your hand up and down to wave them off, “yeah, yeah, I’m fine guys don’t worry. I’m just a bit tired from training,” you said in a calm tone leading to both Maki and Inumaki to smile back at you as a sign of relief.

“I can’t really blame you, you did use a lot of curse energy to train those two idiots, but don’t push too hard, we need you for the individual battle against Todo on the second day since Okkotsu isn’t here,” Panda explained, causing you to look down to the stone pavement as you began to ponder what Panda had just said.

Panda was right, you couldn’t use up all your curse energy right now since you were one of the sorcerers that could even take on Todo for the individual battle that was happening on the second day of the event. However, unlike your senior, you were just a grade one sorcerer like Todo meaning you were the strongest student within the Tokyo side right now. 

Breathing out a huge sigh, you looked back up to your classmates before quickly mentioning with an annoyed tone, “ahhh I don’t want to see that fool again, I don’t want to even fight him, what a pain,” leading to both Maki and Panda laughing at you knowing what was going on your mind.

Even though you were in the Tokyo end of the schools and the complete opposite of his type, for some odd reason Todo had a well-known crush on you ever since you had helped him defeat the curses during the attack that Geto launched in Kyoto and now you were just stuck in that whole different situation...even though you had a crush on a different person.

Slyly looking over to the cursed speech sorcerer, you couldn’t help but start to wonder if he had the same feeling as you did - and to be honest, you had no single clue. However, knowing how Inumaki was as a person, he probably just saw you as his friend due to his caring and protective personality traits.

You and Inumaki met at around the same time when you both started at Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College and became really close the second you both started getting to know each other. From the light conversations to planning different pranks, as time went on, you began to realise that your face would always have a light pale pink flush every time you would talk to him as well as your heart rate going a little faster than it originally should. What had done it for you finally was when Okkotsu came into the classroom with Rika and Inumaki immediately stood in front of you even though he knew that you were capable of defending yourself from the curse.

“Well maybe if I use my domain expansion-” you quietly muttered causing Maki to suddenly interrupt you.

“Y/N that will kill him,”

“But that was my plan,” you answered back with a pout, causing everyone to laugh at your joke before all of you continued walking before you all started to wonder where both Fushiguro and Kugisaki were.

                                            ꕥ

‘I am going to kill this bastard’

“Curse spell number four: Hainawa!” you yelled out, causing your curse energy to form a bright cracking rope around your arm - somewhat resembling lightning - before your fling your right arm towards the direction of the Grade one sorcerer that you and the second years were gossiping a few minutes ago, leading to the brightly lit rope to wrap itself upon Todo, halting his movement completely before he falls down onto the wooden platform he was standing on.

Walking towards the fallen sorcerer, you began to click your knuckles as if you were ready to physically beat the large man before placing your foot on top of his head to press his face further onto the ground.

“Now,” you started with a menacing tone before continuing with, “since you caused my junior’s head to bleed, should I cut your whole head off first?” leading to Panda, Inumaki and even Fushiguro to shiver at your deadly and frightening presence that was in front of them.

“Tuna tuna,” Inumaki quickly said as he raised his arms up and down as a way to mention you to calm down to which you instantly did the minute you looked at him directly in the eye, only to quickly turning your head the other face the way to avoid him seeing any rose hues that may sudden paint themselves on your cheeks.

Slowly taking your foot off from Todo’s head, you quickly made your way towards Fushiguro and crouched down to his level. “Are you able to get up Megumi?” you asked kindly to which Fushiguro nodded at you before you slowly helped him up and passed the young jujutsu sorcerer to Panda, so he would get to the infirmary a bit quicker. 

Suddenly, you felt a slight tap on your shoulder, leading you to turn to look over your shoulder to see Inumaki place his two index fingers on his cheek which caused you to instantly blush at the adorable sight.

‘Damn it..why do you have to be so adorable Toge?’

Once again, he pressed his cheeks as if what he was interpreting was not understood by you. After tilting your head to the side in confusion as you couldn’t understand what he was trying to do, you unexpectedly saw his two fingers reach over to your face before feeling them being placed at the corner of your lips. Starting to blush profusely by his actions, you suddenly felt your lips being lifted up to form a smile on your face.

“Are...are you telling me to smile, Toge?” you confusingly asked in a struggle since your lips were still being pushed together due to Toge’s fingers still being on the corners to force the smile you were wearing now. Nodding at your question, Inumaki moved his fingers away leading to the drop of your artificial smile before you quickly replaced it with a real smile that he was so desperate to see.

“Pretty!” Inumaki cheerfully commented, causing you to look at him with widened eyes which now, in turn, confused the speech curse user. “You...You said ‘pretty’ Toge, that is not an onigiri ingredient!” you shouted as you grabbed his shoulders before looking left and right to see if anything was going to happen since you knew the effect of his curse technique. 

However, all you heard was laughter causing you to turn to him once again to see him with a joyful expression on his face. You look at the boy for a second before beginning to laugh yourself.

“Ah what are you talking about Toge? You’re the pretty one here!”



[ericdarkgoat]

Camilo Madrigal x GN reader - Camilo: the depressed chameleon

Plot: You want to visit your boyfriend and it turns out he has a depression attack. You and Dolores try to help him. Fluff at the end.

Inspiration: All sentences here are sentences I really said during my Depression period, in some way is my present Me trying to reconcile with my past Me. Other inspirations are Camilo's Interlude and All of You.

Warnings: Depression, leaving home, cursing, Fluff at the end

Pronouns: He/him Camilo, Dolores she/her, Reader GN

You decide to visit the Madrigals as you do usually some mornings. You knock gently on the door of the Madrigal family. It starts to open and you see a familiar face. It turns out to be Mirabel. You think Mirabel is a great friend because She is so cool. Althought you really came there to see your boyfriend: Camilo.

"Hi, Mirabel. Is it Camilo here?" You ask

"Hi, y/n. I haven't seen him yet. Perhaps is in the Town square."Mirabel Answers

Hearing this you propose to go to the square but someone prevents you from closing the front door. It's Dolores.

Dolores:"Camilo is in his room. He has been crying since anoche"

You feel a great pain when She says that. Just to think that something is hurting your beloved makes it a tragedy. Moreover he hasn't seen you in a while.

Dolores & y/n cross the halls, the stairs and reach Camilo's bedroom door. You can feel a negative aura even outside his room. Dolores knocks the door gently to not hurt her ears and opens it. You see a big room decorated by mirrors and portraits. The light of the noon prolongates to reach a darker area where a bed in an "L" shape stays. You see it empty and tidied. When you thought Dolores might be wrong, a sound came from it. You could see a strange and pale being staying between 3 mirrors. He is kneeled down. He has the eyes red of crying, the freckles had been bleached away, his clothes were decolorated due to the biterness of his feeling. Waterfalls fall from its eyes. He had a soft and broken expresion. His lips were wiggling. Camilo had cried for hours, felt asleep and woked up sobbing again in situ.

"Camilo, cariño. Qué te ocurre?" You ask hyper sad & a bit scared

A small mumbling came from him. Camilo tried to articulate some words.

"I'm only worth when I'm not myself. I only fit because i can physically shift into anyone."

He shifted into different people to prove his point. He shifted into Isabela, Jose, Abuela & finally y/n. You see the last transformation. Camilo reminds you of your younger self. You want to cheer Camilo up as well as your younger self.

"Worth can't be measured in persons. There is, even if it's small, a part of uniqueness resting inside of you" You say.

Dolores confirms your point by saying:"Brother, we need you with or without gift. You are more than just a magical power"

"If that is true, why i can't find a trace of my soul? I'm just an horrible person. Surely people is upset due to my constant pranks." Camilo said

Dolores:"No, don't believe your demons. No one is upset due to your pranks. We know they are inofensive entertainment, purely"

"What do you like?" You ask to show Camilo that he has a unique personality despite what he thinks.

Camilo: "I like acting, dancing, music ... But I wear a mask while doing that. This actions are just to entertain people. How are they me? Why do you love me in first place? I'm an horrible person who only acts as different persons. Nothing more"

Y/n: "No, Camilo. Cielo, te quiero. I don't care who you play as or shift to. I love you over all things in this world. "

Camilo: "How can anyone love me? I'm dumb, i'm short and i'm weak. I've tried being the best and I failed in every topic."

Y/n:"I don't want you to be the best. I want you to be you."

Dolores: "You are so perfect. You need to believe us "

Camilo:"How i can believe you! I don't even believe myself. I've tried to believe your words to feel better. Shit, this is so difficult. I'm a burden to the family"

Dolores:"No, you don't"

Camilo: "YES" he yells"Oh, i'm so sorry Dolores. O my goodness. I just can't stop bothering you guys. First i almost destroy my sister ears & second I ruined your plans for today because I'm so looking for attention."

Dolores is still recovering from the yell of Camilo. She covers her ears.

Y/n: "Camilo, you didn't ruined anything. We prefere to help you than any plan we could do because we love you. You are not looking for attention. You just need someone that listents to you."

Camilo:"Why do you love me?Am i worth? ..." Camilo can't stop repeating what he alredy asked

Dolores:"enough!"

Camilo: "I know what i would do! I waste to much food of this family to feed me so i rather scape and go to somewhere so the food isnt wasted in a glutton as me."

Y/n:"we all know you are not gonna really scape from here."

Camilo:"That is true..."

Dolores:"You are more unique than you think. Just look at yourself"

Camilo:"But how i can do that? I can't even go near a mirror. I feel like i have to many inconvinients. That is why i always shift when i pass near one."

Y/n:"Oh" you say that with so much sorrow as he said something your younger self has said before. "Well i see the boy who i love there. You are beautiful and so much worth"

Dolores:"Remember when our mama had an atack of weather who tried to calm her? Or when Mirabel didn't got a door, who was there with her despite that? Or Neadless to say who was there trying to rebuild casita? You did more than you think"

Y/n: "or who helps me when I need it? Mi vida you are a revelant part of this family."

Camilo:"Am i?"

Y/n:"Of course you are"

Camilo:"but I can't do anything right" said with less pain than the other statements he said.

Y/n huggs so hard Camilo. He stops crying. You put your hand behind his head and gently press him against your shoulder. Dolores joins.

Camilo:"You really love me for who i am?" He says while looking at you and his sister

Y/n goes to Camilo's bed and grabbs a Plush toy of a chameleon.

Y/n:"You are so special as this friend of you. Don't forget"

Dolores:"Ok, now all is solved. I must go. Have a great time lovers!"

Camilo:"Thanks, sis"

Dolores:"you welcome"

When Dolores closed the door you and Camilo lay in bed. You try to kiss his cheeks to make them turn again red. He seems to like the cuddling. His Ruana slowly becames more saturated of yellow because of its increasing happiness. He starts to enjoy your hair. He tries to comb it with his hand. He smiles. After all you acomplished to return him the smile. You try to kiss his nose because it tickles him. The two lovers rested there cuddling till lunch.

The End

[well-its-not-human-anymore]

Okokok here this: april, reader and casey try to prank the boys. How does it go. With who does it fails/success, what was the prank, do they get caught? Do the boys get revenge, and if so, how?

Also, splinter sees it all unfolds, does he just gets himself a snack and watch, or does he tries to subtly join in without getting caught? (We all know hes got a playful side cmon)

Bonus: they try to prank vern too, maybe the boys join in to prank him? What do they do? Does he retaliate?

Okay so I admit I let my brain go nuts on this one, so it's a little long but I was cackling the entire time I was writing it.

TMNT Headcanons

Prank Wars

Leonardo

In your complete and utter defence, Leo had 100% started this

And also in your defence, you did tell him not to

Twice

But he tricked you into watching a horror movie and ended up dying your hair green

This meant war

You'd even wrapped up April and Casey into it

Their problems were your problems

Which meant that April was the one who convinced Splinter not to say anything to his sons

He was perfectly happy to oblige

Casey was just there to help set things up

And you liked the way his mind worked

The objective wasn't to go unnoticed, there would be no point in doing it and having no proof

You were doing this to prove that you could

Leo had emphasized that he couldn't be distracted

That you were to obvious and clumsy to prank him without him noticing

Challenge fucking accepted

And that's how you ended up at the kitchen table eating lunch with April and Casey when the boys were coming back from meditating with Splinter

April kept having to shove food in her mouth to hide her laughter

Casey just decided to wear sunglasses

And you kept overpowering the urge to smirk

"Hey guys, good to see you. Y/n have you seen my katanas?"

With the obstruction of water in your mouth you just nodded at him, pointing to the other room

He sauntered off, none the wiser to your victorious grin

When he came back in only a moment later his expression had done a complete 180

Leo made direct eye contact with you and you held that stare like a wolf cornered in its den

"does someone want to explain why my katanas are encased in blueberry jello?"

You raised your hand like a child in class

"hate to break it to you, but it's actually berry blue you uncultured bitch"

Raphael

Ohhhh you were so undeniably dead

A whole other level of six feet under

It wasn't a surprise that April and Casey had backed out on this one

It also wasn't a surprise that Splinter had offered to stand up for you if things went sideways

Donnie even gave you a sheet of paper with a list of hiding spots before hand

All of this went completely unnoticed by Raph, the target of your latest scheme.

And that was fine, you had only one objective here-

Make it out alive

But it was amazing what 1 person could do with some extra cash and internet access

So that's what led you to your current position.

Cross legged on the bench, watching the large red terrapin get ready for his first set, that in itself wasn't unusual, you always watched him lift just in case you needed to run and grab someone if something went wrong

Raph was none the wiser to your plan

At least that's what you thought

Your book was in your lap and you were calmly scanning your pages, somewhat comprehending the words but keeping a very close eye on the turtle across from you

"Hey y/n?"

You peeked over the edge of your book to meet his eyes

And your heart sank to your stomach

"Yeah Raph?"

He smirked at you, taking a lumbering step forward

"You ever seen that episode of the Office where Jim fills Dwight's phone with nickels so when he takes 'em out Dwight punches himself in the face?"

Shit shit shit shit shit shit-

"Uh... No, can't say that I have, why do you ask?"

That damn smile got even wider and all of your muscles tensed, you were ready to bolt

"I'm giving you a fifteen second headstart. Starting right now."

You flew to your feet and sprinted out of the weight room

"DONNIE WE GOTTA CODE RED!"

Your lungs were ready to burst by the time you made it to your decided hiding spot. Heavy footsteps went right underneath you and you held your breath, you wouldn't dare move.

You didn't come down until hours later when Splinter came and coaxed to you out of hiding

But deep down you knew you'd started something you couldn't finish.

Vern Fenwick

You didn't even have to convince the guys to partake in this

You didn't even get the chance to tell them what you were planning

They were already brainstorming

None of you let a word of it slip to April, she would've shut you down faster than you could blink

A complete buzz kill

But fake blood was relatively cheap and all of Vern's flooring was tile (meaning extremely easy to clean and bleach)

Donnie had really been the mastermind behind the execution, none of you had any idea how he'd rigged the apartment plumbing

But he'd assured you it would only affect Vern's suite and no one else's so you didn't concern yourself with it further

And after the fact you had to wonder what exactly the former cameraman was planning on the date he'd been in the middle of

All you knew was that you got a very frantic call from the falcon himself yelling about blood coming out of his tap and the sink wouldn't shut off and it was everywhere and what the fuck was happening?

You all knew that Splinter thought it was hilarious, he'd never been particularly fond of Vern

But he did make his sons assist in the clean up and bleaching of the victims apartment floor

You went too and offered moral support

Vern had hit on you one too many times, so there was no way you'd feel bad about this

Michaelangelo

As far as pranking went, you and Mikey were partners in crime

He always had great ideas and you always came up with the best ways to execute those ideas without getting caught

But when you separated those two chaos was guaranteed

You weren't entirely sure how you had been pitted against each other but you weren't entirely mad about it

You couldn't say the same for anyone else though, the others had been on edge all week.

Pranking Mikey was a challenge, he knew how you worked and vice versa

You'd been brainstorming with April for weeks now, maybe a new perspective would help

That's what the two of you told yourselves anyways

Much to your dismay, Mikey and Casey had been plotting against you as well, the traitor.

And perhaps even more unfortunate was the fact that both of your pranks somehow overlapped and backfired on the rest of the family

Because Mikey and Casey may have replaced the family tea set with a edible sugar replica that looked identical to the original

So that when you were asked to make tea for Splinter and Leo it would dissolve the second you poured the hot tea

But they didn't tell anyone else so Leo was left with an impromptu anxiety attack when he made his own tea before sitting down to meditate and it melted into sugary leaf water

And you and April had planned the 'cutting off your finger in the kitchen' with the knife, fake finger, and fake blood

Which in theory should've worked because Mikey was in the kitchen the most, that was his territory

However once you'd started your plan you couldn't stop it

so when you 'cut your finger off' and screamed for Mikey you didn't have time to yell "wait it's a prank!" before Donnie caught a glimpse of the scene and fainted

In your defence you didn't know the purple turtle could move that fast

And to Mikey's relief he was going to throw that cutting board out anyways

Splinter explicitly banned the two of you from pranking each other after that incident

Donatello

Per your own common sense you had come to the conclusion that pranking the families resident genius was a horribly stupid idea

So for once, you'd practiced some self control and refrained from any pranks involving Donnie

Now that's not to say that the turtle vowed from aiming any pranks towards you

He had morals but messing with you walked the line separating adorable from batshit crazy

And he was all for it

April advised against it severely and even Splinter seemed to think it wasn't the best idea, but that was a lesson his son had to learn on his own

On the flip side, the second Casey heard about Donnie's plan he was all for it

So when you came over for dinner they both had to hide their excited smiles as Casey passed you your spaghetti

He knew it was your favorite

Everyone else was oblivious, which looking back on it was a very bad thing

April had her suspicions that Donnie was pulling something this evening, but she couldn't put her finger on it

That wasn't until you swirled a mouthful of noodles around your fork and shoved it into your mouth, you were starving

Here lies your predicament-

You swallowed thickly and blinked like you were in pain, your hand went to your throat and you reached for your water, ending up chugging almost the entire bottle.

Your eyes met Donnie's in a serious type of concern

"Is there hot sauce in this?"

April choked on her breadstick and quickly covered her mouth

Casey hadn't picked up on it yet

"Awh yeah- how'd you figure it out so quickly?"

You erupted in a coughing fit that sent April rushing to your side before you could tumble to the floor

"You fucking assholes! Y/N has a capsaicin allergy! Casey go start the car we need to get them to the hospital!"

On the bright side you were fine after you were rushed to the ER

But you didn't speak to Donnie or Casey for two weeks following the accident

You eventually forgave them for it and they haven't targeted you since

Sorry if it got a little dark at the end, but I felt like it was more realistic. Also that has actually happened to me but it was a nut allergy (and that's how I found out I was allergic to cashews) But I feel like the ending was a good example of how pranking someone can go horribly wrong, you should always consider the possibilities before doing something that could cause harm to a person. (Unless they really really deserve it)

I really enjoyed writing this one and I hope you guys like it as much as I do! 😁🧡👍

-Mars 🌠

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Surrounded by the Moon and Stars • 16

Pairings: Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, [F]Reader Content: Language, possible errors Author’s notes: Thanks for the support! xx (also kinda personal but I just got accpected into uni?! Crazy!) 

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Chapter 16: Everything Goes According to Plan

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January 30th, 1976

“Where’s my camera?”

“Be careful — Oi! Don’t step on me!”

“Ouch!”

“Shush!”

The squeaking of floorboards creaked throughout the small room as everyone kept on stumbling into each other, all fidgeting from excitement. That morning, they’d all woken up earlier than usual, decorating the room with streamers, leftover Christmas decor and a large banner that hung above the entrance of the doorway that read, Happy Birthday, Petals! (which was Y/N’s idea — she was very proud of the nickname). Even Mary snuck into their dorm, making everyone wear small pointy party hats as they huddled around Lily’s bed, circling her like vultures and raised their hands high. With a quiet count of three from Marlene, their hands lowered, hovering over Lily’s arms and legs, then shook.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” They bellowed.

Lily woke with a jolt; her eyes flew open as she let out a scream. Her back slammed against the bed frame while Toulouse swiped at them, specifically at Marlene and hissed.

Lily’s heart hammered against her chest and she felt the small prickles of needles subside all over her body. Her hand clutched her nightgown, attempting to even out her breathing. “You could’ve given me a heart attack!”

“Happy birthday, Lils!” Mary repeated before climbing into her bed, hugging her.

She grunted at the impact as a smile replaced her features. Her eyes hopped from person to person before landing on Y/N who gave a sweet smile which had Lily blushing as she averted her eyes back to Mary.

When the group realized that Lily’s birthday fell on a weekend, it left them giddy and beyond excited for the endless opportunities that lay ahead of them. Not only did it leave the entire group to have a small break from their ruthless studying, but they could thoroughly celebrate the day and have enough time to spare for any last-minute plans for the surprise birthday party that night.

“Get your arse up and get ready to start the day!” Marlene declared, already trying to tug her crimson blanket away.

Lily yawned, rubbing her eyes, “Do we have to? I’m tired…”

“Come on! Life is short! It’s time we make memories,” she cried, “You never know when you’re going to die! Would you rather celebrate your birthday as a ghost or six feet under?! I, for one, will not visit your grave.”

Lily rolled her eyes, getting up with a stretch. Dorcas moved to turn on Marlene’s record player, settling a record by Nancy Sinatra as everyone continued with their usual morning routines. Lily got dressed in her favourite long sleeve lilac dress, pulling on tights to prevent herself from freezing. Mary wore her usual gold eyeshadow and wore a red jumpsuit while Marlene dressed coolly in all black. Although, Dorcas decided to stay in bed, still recovering from her nasty flu.

“You look very pretty today,” Y/N told Lily while detangling her hair from the loose braid she had it in. She took a brush and hair styler, primping her hair to Lily’s usual style and placed a headband in her hair.

“I — I, er — thanks!” She replied somewhat flustered.

“No… problem — there! Finished!” She handed Lily a handheld mirror, letting her go over her appearance. Pleased, she turned around to the group.

“So, first order of business, what did you want to do today?” Dorcas asked before going into a fit of coughs. Marlene rushed up to her side and popped off a cork from a nearby potion for her to drink.

Everyone had been slightly worried. It had been four days now and Dorcas still wasn’t recovering from the flu despite the ad of magic and potions. Thankfully today she seemed to perk up, even just a little, but they worried she was pushing herself.

“How about we just stay here, with you? We can all up a Healer and —”

“No,” Dorcas coughed again, she waved her hands in front of her, “I’ll be fine. Don't worry about me. What do you want to do?”

Lily remained quiet for a moment and Y/N assumed she was going to suggest staying in their dorm with Dorcas again, but her eyes gleamed with unusual mischief. Her eyes hopped from person to person before landing on Y/N. “I want to do a prank and I think you’ll love it.”

Everyone’s brows rose. Lily, the goodie-two-shoes prefect, Evans and pranks?! Those two do not belong in the same sentences.

“Okay…” said Mary, nodding her head despite being confused, “We’re listening.”

Lily sat down on her bed, crossing one leg over the other as she motioned everyone to sit. “Do you think it’s possible if we can dye someone’s hair? Obviously, safely,” she used her prefect voice, “But do you think we can?”

A beat went by — that was strangely out of character. What happened to the Lily they knew?

“Yeah,” Marlene begins, “What colour are you thinking?”

“Orange — bright orange with a bit of green.”

Then, Lily turned over to look at her again, a ghost of a smile appearing that told Y/N that whatever she was planning was going to be worth it — especially if Lily out of all people, was going to pull it off.

“Someone's going to be sorry for calling me Carrots.”

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At breakfast, they arrived later than usual after they all planned out their prank. Marlene, who had been a part of too many pranks with Sirius and James, helped the most, while Y/N and Lily created a hair-changing potion using one of Dorcas’ old cauldrons — but unlike James, they stuck to a potions textbook with a reversal potion. Since it was Lily’s idea, she would be the one to slip the potion into Sirius’ drink. So, she tucked the vital into the sleeve of her dress, hidden from prying eyes.

They all huddled around her as they entered the Great Hall; their hands were pushed forward protectively, guarding Lily as if she were a celebrity being swarmed by adoring fans and they were her bodyguards. They paved her way from students while shouting:

“She’s declining photos at the moment!”

“Birthday girl coming through!”

“She’s a very busy lady! Out of the way!”

Lily kept on protesting for them to stop, hiding her face in her hands. As they reached their table, they sat beside the marauders while Lily made sure to take a seat next to Sirius. But, that wasn’t the end of Lily’s humiliation. Mary stood up, clapping to gain everyone’s attention. Once she realized what was about to happen she quickly got up, but Y/N and Sirius clapped a hand on Lily’s shoulder, shoving her back down on the bench.

They opened their mouths, singing,

“Haaaaapppppy birthday to you!” The six of them hollered before the rest of the hall caught on and started singing. “Haaaaapppppy birthday to you! Haaaaapppppy birthday dear Lily —” “CARROTS!” Shouted Sirius at the top of his lungs.

Lily kept shaking her head, blushing incredibly hard — even the tips of her ears started to turn pink. She covered her ears, attempting to muffle out the singing.

Y/N snapped a few photos of her, shoving them into her pockets.

“Haaaaapppppy birthhhhdaaaay tooooo youuuuuuuu!”

The Gryffindors and any Ravenclaws or Hufflepuffs that knew Lily cheered loudly. A few teachers, like Slughorn or McGonagall, made their way over to her, congratulating her along with a few other of her friends from different houses. Well wishes could be heard, along with a few people even handing her cards too.

Even an owl came swooping by when she had her back turned, dropping off a small package addressed from her parents and her sister, Petunia.

Swarmed and distracted, this left the group to huddle together as they leant over the table, forming a small circle of sorts. James was excluded as he sat back and drank a cup of tea flicking through the Daily Prophet.

“Operation: Lily’s birthday party,” said Marlene, “Let’s go over what our positions are for tonight.”

Mary was assigned with Dorcas to decorate the common room while Remus distracted Lily tonight during their rounds. Marlene and Sirius were in charge of drinks and snacks, leaving Peter and Y/N to bake a cake and bring any additional food.

They all quickly pulled apart once the crowd around Lily subsided. She settled back down, nodding and faking a cough. This signalled to the girls as Marlene quickly roped Sirius into a conversation about a New-Maj band he liked; Y/N talked to James about the upcoming Ravenclaw and Slytherin Quidditch match which left Mary to distract both Peter and Remus.

When none of the marauders were looking, Lily popped the corkscrew from the vital and grabbed a bowl of muffins on Sirius’ left. While she lent over, the potion poured directly into Sirius’ cup and she sat back down, smirking to herself. Y/N gave a discreet small high-five to her as they waited.

After a few minutes, parched from his talk with Marlene, Sirius picked up his goblet and tipped back the drink. He took a large gulp, wincing at the taste as he pulled it away from his face, but returned to his conversation like normal.

For several minutes, nothing happened. The girls kept quickly glancing upwards to check out his hair, but nothing: still bleached blond. They sighed, dejected that their plan hadn’t worked and Y/N nudged Lily underneath the table and gave a small smile, trying to cheer her up.

Another ten minutes went by and only then did the root of Sirius’ hair begin to tint into a bright orange colour rather than his dyed hair. This caught the girl's attention, however, the rest of the marauders who were still engaged in their conversations, did not notice as their heads were turned away from him.

His hair rapidly turned into orange as the tips were tinted green. Sirius didn’t seem to notice until James laughed, quickly turning to him to tell him a joke until his eyes widened at his hair.

“Ugh — Padfoot?!”

Sirius looked at him bewildered at his worried tone and expression before catching his reflection in James’ glasses. By now, Peter and Remus looked at him, their eyes widened, leaving the girls to force down their laughter, showing false concern.

“What the fuck?!” Sirius exclaimed, running a hand through it. She’d never seen Sirius this panicked before. More than anything, he looked shocked and even a bit… happy? No — definitely not happy. He continued to chuckle nervously before fretting over his appearance. For once, his laughter did not bother her.

Students began to take notice, pointing over at the Gryffindor table while some even began gossiping with others about the prank. As soon as the bell rang, everyone got up from their seats while the marauders surrounded Sirius, trying to help him out. The girls, on the other hand, got up and ran out of the Great Hall, practically howling.

“Oh my god! I can’t believe I just did that! I did that! We did that!” Lily exclaimed in disbelief before taking a seat down at their usual hangout near the library. “Did you see his reaction?! Jeez! I see why they pull so many pranks now!”

Y/N was about to burst into tears. That was by far the funniest shit she’d ever seen before. Marlene was in a similar boat as she clutched her side. Her stomach hurt from how hard she laughed.

“Lily! You little minx!” Mary cried as flopped beside Lily, her head dropping into her lap.

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Their day was jammed packed. They went skating on the black lake, hit up the library, walked around school grounds which ended up in a huge snowball fight. After a bit, they decided to take a moment to separate themselves to give each other a bit of space while Lily went to find Snape.

This left the rest of the group two hours tops to themselves.

Y/N walked over to Honeydukes, buying a bunch of Jelly Slugs and a couple of other things before dashing back to the castle; she needed to wrap all of her presents and she promised to help Dorcas wrap hers too.

Before she entered Hogwarts again, Y/N took a moment to herself and enjoyed the small moment of peace around her. The soft crunching of snow, the cold breeze and the stillness — how quiet it was — there was hardly a moment since the break that Y/N had felt the comfortable peace Hogwarts had to offer.

Stepping inside the corridors, the atmosphere suddenly changed with the torches ablaze and a constant bubbling ambience that never seemed to settle.

In the distance, to her right, she could hear distant shouting and a rush of footsteps nearing. Out of nowhere, James seemed to come barreling towards her.

“Whiskers!” He yelled, sending her a fast wink as he continued to run down the corridor, making a sharp turn. Then, Marlee popped out, dashing after James.

“Marls?! What’s happening?”

“Running from Filch — get him off my trail!”

“What did you do?!”

“Told me to cover up, so I hexed him — Potter called him a rent boy!”

“Are you going to miss the party?” She yelled as Marlene’s body kept getting smaller and smaller as she ran. Y/N began to panic, without Marlene, surely things would take a lot longer than planned.

“Like hell I am! I won’t be late!”

Marlene disappeared, shortly being replaced by Filch who ran in a strange mixture of running and hopping.

“Where did they go?” He breathed, bending down and clutching his knees. “I heard them over here, where are they?”

And so Y/N decided to have some fun. “Who?”

“You know!”

“Um — you mean the one with blond hair?” “And the boy with black hair!”

“Oh! Yes, I know who… What’re their names again? Severus Snape and —” she paused, trying to think of another blond person, “Ugh — Sirius Black?”

Well, he used to be blond.

“No! The Potter boy and McKinnon! Where are they?!”

“Hmm… Oh! Oh! I think they went,” she pointed outside to the thick, cold snowy path, “That way!”

Filch didn’t even question her and ran off. Laughing, Y/N ran away from Filch; the last thing she wanted to do was face his wrath once he knew she lied.

Opening the door to her dorm, Dorcas was asleep. She walked up to grab a nearby folded blanket and placed it over her body to keep her warm before starting working.

She cleared off a table, unfolding her wrapping paper and wrapped the sides before creasing them, taping everything down with a pretty bow.

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Nobody had seen Marlene or James for the past couple of hours — they’d even skipped dinner which caused everyone to go into a state of panic. Without Marlene, Sirius would be in a lot of trouble completing his task alone.

The common room was filled with fighting in hushed whispers as Lily and Remus were set to leave for their rounds in a couple of minutes.

“I’m going to kill her,” Mary fumed, “The one day they’re not supposed to go mucking around, they pull this!”

“How about we find them —” “And lose the little time we have now?”

Sirius, in particular, was on edge, aggravated, as he turned towards Y/N, “Why didn’t you think of saying anything sooner?”

“Because I didn’t think Marlene and James would be stupid enough to get caught! Not today!”

He closed his mouth, his lips pressed into a tight line. Even he hadn’t expected them to be that stupid either — not today.

“Everyone, shut up. All of you! Why don’t we take a moment to breathe?” Remus said calmly, effectively shutting the entire group up. In moments like these, Y/N understood why he was a prefect. He breathed in and looked to Sirius, “You can do this by yourself, can you?”

“Course not, Moony. Have a little faith in me!” Sirius gave a tenacious laugh, although forced.

Remus’ eyes then flicker to Y/N and Peter, “This shouldn’t affect you, will it?”

They shook their heads.

“Okay then, we’ll continue as planned. I’ll buy you as much time as —” He quickly cut himself off as everyone’s ears perked up. They all heard it, Lily’s footsteps. With that, Y/N, Sirius and Peter weaved their way out of the common room, walking quickly to avoid Lily and Remus from catching up to them. Unfortunately, Sirius took the invisibility cloak before she or Peter had the time to ask for it.

They sneakily made their way down a flight of moving stairs, passing several empty corridors and made their way down to the kitchens.

Once they began working on Lily’s cake, Y/N instantly knew why Peter was assigned to the kitchens.

He instructed her most of the time, telling her which ingredients or utensils to find. Currently, she grabbed a metal ladle and watched as Peter churn the ingredients, watching as they blend into a seamless, smooth mixture. She sat back most of the time, baking and cooking was never something she was great at. 

Y/N rifled through the cabinets, searching for a cake tin. “Ah-hah! Found some!”

They were heart-shaped, rather than the usual circular ones. She placed them onto the counter before turning her attention to grease the pans and focus on making a couple of sandwiches.

“So,” she started, trying to make small talk, “Where’d you learn to bake so well?”

Peter went pink as he wordlessly flicked his wand; the cake tin and floated it into one of the pre-heated ovens and turned to make the frosting. “Erm — it was James’ mum, Euphemia, who taught me. She’s a great baker — honestly she’s good at everything.

“James and I grew up close to each other; we’re childhood friends. He never did fancy baking — liked cooking more and I felt bad he never wanted to help out Euphemia. So one day I offered to help and now whenever I’m at their house, I help around — like a tradition — and I do it in my spare time now. Helps clear my head.”

Just then, two house-elves popped in, each holding a cup of tea for each student. Y/N gave her thanks while Peter turned to talk to them, making them laugh and asking questions that seemingly were a follow-up from a previous conversation. A light dust of flour scattered the side of his cheek while he smiled with them. The more he spoke with the elves, the more Y/N grew fascinated.

Out of all the marauders, even beating out Sirius and James who were amongst the most popular students at Hogwarts, Peter was the most liked out of all of them, especially amongst her friend group.

He wasn’t James who at times was a bit too much and talked an awful lot. He wasn’t Sirius who was dramatic, nor was he Remus who was quiet and intimidating. Peter was just Peter — who was a bit skittish, insanely good at Wizard’s chess, bold enough to sneak into the Slytherin's common room all by himself and loved to bake, clearly was in the kitchens often enough to have full-blown conversations with the elves when most people would so much as spit on before walking away.

It spoke volumes of his character, especially since he was from a Pureblood family; bound to grow up entitled and look down to his inferiors.

She noticed Peter had quite a lot of friends, mostly women, always seeming willing to help someone in dire need whether it be listening, giving advice or comforting another person. It only made her recollect the time Peter had engaged in small conversations with her, seeking to make her feel more included. Like that one time he’d mentioned the Holy Harpies. Small, ostensibly insignificant, but contemplating it now; he'd been trying to make her comfortable — settled — welcoming her with open arms into his group; into the marauders and the girls.

Within moments, there was a newfound appreciation towards the boy.

The sandwiches they made, along with pork pies stolen, were stuffed into a bag, ready to be transported. Y/N boredly spun her wand between the length of her finger while Peter whirled around in his seat until the ring of the timer went off. The elves were already gone, zipped away into thin air as they grew tired with sleep.

Placing a cooling spell onto the cake to avoid the icing from melting off, Peter began layering on a thin layer of icing.

“What’s Lily’s favourite colour? Is it still purple?” He asked. Y/N gave a curt nod.

“Never been a fan of purple. One time I walked into my Grandmum’s room, she only wore purple knickers for my Grandad. Makes me shiver all the time — honestly, the woman traumatized me. S’pose it might be my Boggart.”

Peter also had a sense of humour.

While diligently working, she marvelled at his creation. A two-layer heart-shaped cake, decorated all in light purple icing covered the surface before Peter piped small designs and swirls onto it.

“Wow. I feel like I can barely hold my wand at times yet you —”

“My, my — what do we have here? Students out of bed?” A voice came from behind them. “Tut, tut, tut.”

The two craned their heads backwards where Peeves smiled and let out a squeal of delight.

“Peeves,” Peter began politely. He slowly set down his piping bag and put his hands up in a submissive, yet defensive manner, as if he’d encountered a feral animal. “Please — please, we’re doing something for a dear friend. Don’t get us thrown out.”

“What would happen if I told Filch about you,” the ghost responded in a saintly voice, but his eyes glimmered wickedly. He brought a finger to the side of his face, tapping his index finger to his cheek, thinking.

“What to do, what to do…”

“Psst, Pete, what’s happening?”

Nobody answered her. With Sirius gone with the cloak, it left her and Peter completely out in the open wishlist a ghost threatening them — not to mention the lie she told Filch earlier, there was no way she nor Peter were going to get out of this unscathed.

“Please,” he pleaded.

She looked at him, wide-eyed and started panicking. She repeated louder, “What’s happening? What do we do?”

Peeves then grinned largely and started doing large loops into the air. His cackling rang through the empty corridors, becoming progressively louder.

“Shit. Run.”

“STUDENTS OUT OF BED IN THE HALLWAY! I REPEAT, THERE ARE STUDENTS OUT OF BED IN THE HALLWAY BY THE KITCHENS!”

Peter grabbed the cake while Y/N swiped the bag filled with the rest of the food, piping bags and a small jar of edible decor. They ducked under Peeves, dashing out of the kitchens leaving a huge mess for the unfortunate elves to clean up the next morning.  

Peeves floated behind them slowly as he watched them run. Peter ran slower, trying to make sure he didn’t face plant into the cake while Y/N urged him to run faster.

“He usually helps us,” Peter grits out, “But he’s a two-faced git! Never trust him unless you’re doing a prank! Never!”

Just then, Peter lost his footing and tripped over his feet, letting out a half-shriek, mixing in with Peeves’ evil laughter. They sucked in a sharp breath, watching as the cake flew through the air but Y/N, quick on her feet, grabbed her wand, casting a quick non-verbal charm and watched as the cake and plate froze mid-air before the plate clanked down first, the cake following and settling ontop. She ran up to it, cradling and wrapping a protective arm around it to prevent the cake from dropping again. She called out for Peter to get up before he took the cake again, this time with a shout from Y/N to not drop it, before leading her into a secret passway down the corridor.

Peeves could be heard laughing maniacally down the hall before they both could hear Filch’s footsteps running towards his shouts.

Peter maneuvered through the passage while Filch’s voice became more and more distant as they continued to hurriedly walk. Lily and Remus’ shift was going to end soon and it would be a lost cause if they didn’t make it up to the common room.

They both turned sharply, about to exit before Y/N crashed into a shadowy figure, tripping but being caught swiftly by the figure. They cradled her head to keep her from falling, but the sudden scare caused both students to open their mouths to scream, loudly.

“It’s me! It’s me!” Sirius’ familiar voice runs out, waving a hand to shush Peter while the other was still on her back. Y/N felt herself relax and erratic heartbeat to calm. She’d never been so happy to see Sirius before. Until she realized that they were still touching and they both ripped away.

Her heart spiked, and she felt oddly light headed. Soon enough, her eyes then immediately went to his hair and held back from chuckling — perhaps right now was not the time.

“I came once I heard people shouting and I figured it was you two. You okay?” His eyes darted to her at the last part.

Perhaps her eyes tricked her, that she was too tired or bumping into Sirius too hard, but it felt like he’d been making sure if she was alright. Since when did Sirius care? Although, Peter didn’t seem to notice or he’d ignored the interaction entirely.

“F-fine,” he wheezed out, “Peeves… Peeves caught us while we were decorating the cake. We’re not done yet.”

“What time is it?” She asked.

Sirius placed his wand in his mouth while pulling out a silver pocket watch from his trousers. “Ten to ten.”

“We have time then.” 

Peter placed the cake down gently on a nearby ledge in the passage, causing Sirius to cast Lumos. Sirius kept a watch out, his head moving from side to side every so often as he listened for anyone or anything walking past them.

Pulling out the icing bags and sprinkles, Peter began to finish his work. He continued to create flowers as Y/N wrote on the cake (although with help from her wand), ‘Happy 16th Birthday, Lily!’ and then placed a couple of candles around.

As Peter continued to add his small touches, Y/N’s eyes drifted around, not landing on anything in particular but zoned in on the shining of Sirius’ rings. Her eyes slowly drifted upwards, studying him. The remainder of the full moon that recently passed spilled a muted milky light onto the stone floor and touched Sirius’ face. He wasn’t wearing his normal school robes but dressed in Muggle clothing. Black jeans, a nice sweater, notable messy hair and his body language was relaxed. This Sirius was tolerable, likeable even. She liked this Sirius — but perhaps it was because he finally wasn’t talking. This Sirius gave her an insight into what he was like aside from his annoying, bitchy self. Loose, wild, messy in an elegant way, confident — in his prime — looking for a thrill, sneaking around; mischief.

Suddenly, Sirius’ wand went out as he ducked down, huddling beside her and Peter.

“What —”

They met each other’s eyes, locking, as he brought a finger up to his lips which made her flicker down to look at them, quickly.

Their eye contact was brief, so brief, nonetheless, it contained a flurry of emotions too complicated for Y/N to process.

But being up close for those brief seconds, she was able to examine him — truly, for the first time. Her eyes traced over the singular scar on his face, hidden by his hair that made her wonder where he’d gotten it from. Soon the questions enclosed her mind like an overflowing river.

His small, unexpected gesture had been one of many which had been nicer and oddly thoughtful recently.

Sirius’ brain was written in cryptic code — so advanced and intertwined — too complicated for her to understand. She wanted to understand his actions.

Even if she didn’t like to admit it, Sirius had a depth that greatly attracted her. She had so many unanswered questions.

And since her brain ran a mile a minute, her emotions weren’t filled with that annoyance of ranger — no, for once she didn’t feel any kind of resentment towards him.

Maybe it was because they both had one goal in mind: Lily’s party and that working against each other during something as high stakes like this would fail a good friend of theirs. Or maybe it was that instead of her or him starting something — or maybe — maybe it was because the boy was so close to her, closer than they ever had been before. Or maybe it was the adrenaline that set every fibre of her being on fire — making her feel like honey-dipped in tea — or the odd thunderous throbbing of her heat spiking suddenly; Y/N grew warm all over.

It didn’t help that Sirius didn’t look angry either, but rather a sudden cognizance filled his gaze, looking both shocked and calm.

But quickly, she just chalked up her flurry of emotions to adrenaline or wanting to hex him — either worked.

For Sirius, he felt utter disdain as his gaze fixated on her. He was tempted to flicker down to her lips but her eyes, bright and filled with glittery stars, were enchanting. It scorned him — made his heart beat in an iambic pentameter, creating its own sonnet that would make even the most accomplished poets jealous.

He wanted to refuse her presence. Wanted to focus on anything but her.

But Sirius was a weak man. He failed. He always did.

Their eyes ripped away and they heard the familiar sound of footsteps and voices neared them as they spotted the familiar red hair and tall figure.

Their voices were slightly muffled.  

“— times have changed! You aren’t a second year anymore.” Lily chimed while they walked.

Remus shook his head, instead of flicking his wand as a dozen torches lit up in mere seconds. “Whatever you say, Red.”

She swatted at his shoulder while Remus ruffled her hair, his smiling becoming genuine.

“Seriously, I support it.

“Merlin, Evans — it’s not going to happen. Look at me!”

“Not with that attitude and you look more than fine!”

Peter shifted his eight onto his other foot which made an audible scuffle. However, it was so quiet that neither she nor Sirius caught on but Remus, whose head swirled in their direction, did. He took a deep inhale, a look in his eyes, confusion melting into realization — there and gone — as if he knew they were there despite being hidden by the shadows of the night. He turned his head once more and started walking faster while Lily skipped down, trying to catch up to him.

Remus Lupin was an odd one alright.

Nobody moved until they were positive they were gone.

The entire night had been a shitshow.

“Okay,” Sirius exhaled, he felt his entire body tense up, “Let’s get out of here.”

“Do you think the cake is okay?” Y/N asked Peter as Sirius tossed the invisibility cloak over their bodies, hiding them from onlookers.

“Bloody well hope so,” he grunted, “We didn’t get caught almost three times, freeze our arse, almost get a month's detention, and probably destroyed the kitchen for it not to be great.”

Without another word, they made their way back to the common room where everyone made a fuss about how late they were. Quickly, Peter placed any last-minute designs, Mary handed everyone small party horns, Dorcas put up last-minute balloons while Y/N and Sirius helped each other layout all the snacks and drinks — this time, civilly.

“God… How’d you even get this much? Me and Peter were in the kitchens and we couldn’t even get half of what you got.”

At this, Sirius smirked before collapsing into the plush velvet couch behind him, an exhausted sigh as he sank further in. But as soon as the smirk was there, it was gone as everyone heard the clicking of the portrait open.

“Hide — HIDE!”

All the lights were blown out as they all hid behind the couches — they heard quiet footsteps — someone shuffling towards the middle — footsteps getting louder — louder — and —

Sirius lit the entire room as they all sprung up and Y/N quickly held her camera to her face and snapped a photo as everyone shouted,

“SUPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHD —” “Godric fucking Gryffindor!”

“... I’m going to KILL YOU MCKINNON! POTTER!”

Everyone groaned in disappointment at James and Marlene’s arrival before they heard the faint sounds of footsteps outside of the portrait again. Mary yanked Marlene down, shoving her behind the couch along with forcing a party hat on her head and confetti in her hands. Sirius grabbed James by his red sweater and rushed him up the stairs before getting back into place.

“Told you,” Marlene whispered into her ear, “Wasn’t going to be late.”

The real Lily could be heard as she spoke excitedly with Remus. The portrait swung open — everyone waited before she stepped inside — they put most of their weight onto their toes, waiting to jump — Sirius’ wand was about to light up the room — Y/N held her camera — Dorcas and Marlene were going to throw up the confetti —

“Why is it so dark —”

“SUPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LILY!”

Light rushed back into the room and Lily’s face lit up brighter than the sun. Mountains of sweets were piled into bowls while a small table was lined with drinks. Sirius outdid himself, seemingly raiding Honeydukes; there was taffy, Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans, Chocolate Frogs, sherbet lemon, caldron cakes — plus the food Y/N and Peter had hauled from the kitchen; sandwiches, fruit, crisp (she made the mistake of saying chips in front of James and Marlene only to then be hassled by them for it) and pork pies.

ABBA played in the background, much to Remus’ demise as her purple cake sat in the middle on a table, all the candles lit. They all ushered Lily to blow out the candles while they all held wrapped gifts, cards and small gift bags.

“You didn’t need to do this!” Lily said, although there was a thankful look in her eyes, “This is too much! Thank you!”

“Anything for you, Evans!”

“You’re lucky we didn’t bring fireworks!” Marlene and Sirius grinned.

“You would have all gotten detention —” “Stop being a goody goody, not today, Lils!” Sirius slung his arm around the redhead.

Gifts went around; Lily had gotten so many cards from other teachers and students, handmade jewellery from Dorcas, Remus knit her a sweater with hearts, Mary and Marlene gave a joint gift, Peter bought her a small yet overly fancy tea set Lily had mentioned offhandedly before, Sirius gave her a first edition books she loved while Y/N gave her the gifts she bought from that old book store. Alice had even dropped by and given her a small package before heading back up for the night.

They all smiled widely at her and were thrilled to see her so happy. Y/N lifted her camera and took an abundance of photos throughout the entire night, before shoving them into the back pocket of her pants.

By the time everyone reluctantly returned to their dormitories, it was three o’clock in the morning and everyone was beyond tired, deciding it was time for bed.

“Night,” Dorcas called out. Marlene yawned loudly before falling into her bed, muttering out another round of happy birthdays to Lily. They were out the fastest — soft snores filling the room.

White specks seemed to blur through her vision as Y/N rubbed her tired eyes. She was about to call over to Lily, say goodnight, roll over and sleep before the creaking of her bed altered her to Lily padding her way to the bed. Y/N looked up at her, confused before scouting over for Lily to slip in, under her blankets.

“Are you okay, Petals?”

“Beyond perfect,” she replied with a wistful voice, “I’m so thankful. Thank you.”

Y/N chuckled, although she was a tad perplexed, “Y’know, it wasn’t just me who helped.”

��I know, but still. This birthday feels different from all the other ones I’ve had and I can’t help but think it’s also because of you.”

Lily Evans never ceased to amaze her. “Well, I hope you mean that in a good way,” she teased.

“Obviously!”

Silence fell around them before Toulouse hopped onto Y/N’s bed and settled himself between the two friends.

Y/N’s eyes wondered to the banner: petals... “What’s your favourite flower? Surely it’s not lilies, are they?”

Lily gave a small huff of amusement and shook her head, “No. Peonies or irises. What about yours?”

“I’m not sure. Maybe I’ll just say lilies for now.” She said absentmindedly before her eyes shot open. “Shit! I forgot —” Y/N reached over Lily and opened her drawer with the pouch of Jelly slugs before placing them into Lily’s hands. “Forgot to give you these.”

There was a soft look in Lily’s eyes and something Y/N couldn’t quite place. Her friend was acting quite strange.

“It feels like I’ve known you forever,” Lily says softly, her face flushed a rosy colour.

She stayed silent for a while, at a complete loss for words. Even a slight look of confusion crossed Lily’s face. 

“Yeah, you too.”