#thru the walls its almost like i can still hear her talking from the living room

[the-acid-pear]

Shit man couldn't handle walking into my grandma's house and seeing her empty closet and not having her to go and hug as soon as she saw me.

[gyahyahyahayhahayahyahyahyahyaha]

putting this one under a readmore cuz its a really long dream thats REALLY FUCKING LONG and kinda.. wierd so

god iwish i could rmemmbe the ppl in my dreams or any of the shit they b saying to me cuz its some like super heartfelt emoional and poignant shit sometimes....lol

ANWYAYS had a dream about

space?. and thsi facility. maybe it was a repurposed and restructured warehouse. or an indoor basketball court... maybe. alls i really remember about the inside of this building was thast it had like square mesh metal links (possibly 4-7cm in size) all along the walls of the inside and all sorts of plant life were growign in various places alongside it. there were various “shops” and facilities like monitor rooms dug out in the sides of the walls and refurbished to maintain the launching pad a safe distance from it. and like other stuff.... there were desks and matresses and computers all about the place but a nice amoutn of space inbetween each. as well as just an empty patch of ground that ppl would keep clear fo the sake of reducing traffic and like... leaving an open area for ppl to fight or do flips n shit

it started with the space section

this other person an i were traveling across space..... looking for something? or looking to get to a place to blow something up. mabye. alls i remmeber is that we were on some life or death grand ol mission for the sake of prolonging the lives n livelyhoods of the other ppl from our group(?) that were holed up in that facility.maybe..  im not sure. either way i only really remember the ending part of that section where i was loading myself up into this like cannon (which was the landing pad thing i mentioned earlier) for like launching ppl super hfar distances in space. it was connected to the ship and it was like 4 orange rails parallel to eachother  in an almost squarwe like shape and these rails would shoot a ball or pod, containing the person. it was like straight at first but as you went along it it got more swirly and squiggly like a crazy straw or even moreso cuz it like almost ran into itself a few times. i remember loading up the pod while i was in it and basically going backwards thru its entire track and as it reached various parts and bends of the track, it would play this beautiful medley and the other person, my co-pilot? who was on the ship we were riding up until all this time, was like talking to me thru the comms about how lovely it was.

i agreed with her and like told her to make sure you dont forget anything when its your turn to go thru the track. she said something else that made me wanna like cry alongside her cuz i thoguth i could hear it in her voice too. she laughed in a way that made me think she was deliberately planning on not coming back. then i reached the part of the track that connects directly to and inside the warehouse facility i mentioned earlier. this part of the track was just like a giant like pipe that could fit the ballpod and ran straight thru from the top o fthe cieling to the bottom of the floor. it also had plants running all along side it. i think the exit was on the floor liek a little opening in the side wher ethe ball can roll out a bit... i worried about how my comrade had laughed an what she wasp lanning but she showed up on the other side of the room and had some of our other friends trailing behind her. she was looking and twalking directly at me. smug as all hell. like as if i was supposed to knwo that the FUCK she was on about. it was so wierd to see her acting like this cuz before this we were thick as thieves. like we could trust eachother with our respective backs and could rely on one another to excel where the other falters and just like in general. i had respected her deeply up until this point and even still even after then cuz it was so fuckig outta nowhere. but iwanted to make sure nothing was actually... like goingon that i need to worry about. and like if there wasnt anything that couldnt be done about it yknow?

 i was standing in front ofmy own mattress up agains one of the walls beneath a window and said to her, “glad your like, here” cuz like irelaly was scared she was about to do some shit. n before i could ask what the fuck all that shit was bout, some of the other ppl made themselves at home on my matress and wer ealso staring at me. my fucking matress that iw as about to clean so i could fucking sleep on it since ppl were sooooooo used to doing this sorta shit ands spilling fFOOD and all sorts of other stuff on it. i was so annoyed by this cuz its not like my matress was the only one around here. maybe its cuzthey knew iwas about to clean it. who knows lol,

my plan to clean it btw was to hose it down with like a chemical reagent then hose it downs ome more with just water, then beat the FUCK outta it with this single punch technique that woulda knocked all the moisture right outta it like as if i had put it in the wash n dryer lol. anyways!~!!! i hadnt gotten to do that yet, as iw as thinking about how iwas going to clean it and why all these ppl are staring at me and all that when my co-pilot just lay down on my matress. asked me watch out. before i could even ask what for or the more pressing question of, “whats goin on with you? is everythign alright?” i sat down on the edge of it cuz i was so fuckign exasperated that i didnt care anymore about cleaning it and was ready to just crash right then and there. as i sat there, i placed my hands on the edges to support me when i felt all this......sludge and oil on my fucking bed. trying not to blow up about it i took a deep breath, turned around and surveyed the situation. she was just lying in the thick of it. it was like olive oil but a bit more viscous and “heavier”... man it was so wierd. i was doing my best to not blow up about this i think ideserved a medal. i could STILL feel the occasional gaze of someone fucing staring at me. intent unknown. this overwhelming feeling of disgust was clawing up at me beacause i had NO fucking clue what this shit wason my damn bed an if it could even be CLEANED. it was it was stemming from her or she took the biggest pile of it for a fucking PILLOW  or smth and jumped right onto it. either way.im so mad. god im even getting mad just thinking about it lol. but maybe thats cuz of the stupid fuckign mess i had to clean up that someone else made and LEFT last night.

ANWYAYS 

i scooped most of the goop into... something to carry it off idr what. and the bed was all still kinda oily. i was mad and tired as hell and ijust sat back down on the edge and lay down from there. my fuckiugn copilot was still there sleeping or just resting or whatever idk. whenever i got to cleaning a a part of the bed that she was covering, id gotten a giant spatuler just to flip her up in the air like a flapjack, scoop out whatevers left on the bed and then laugh at the SPLAP sound she made when she landed back on the bed. it was like raw meat or fish hitting raw meat or fish kinda sound. which i have always thought to be pretty funny. still had no idea what all this mysterious substance was doing on my bed but iw as TIRED as FUCK. barely conscious enough to give a fuck anymore i yelled out in exasperation and got ready to just pass the fuck out. i thougth at the very least when i wake up ill hose myself down alongside with the matress. provided that whatever this fucking substance is doesnt like fucking poision us or some shit lol. agiain too fuckig tired to care........

before i could fucking fall asleep tho i was still thinkin about mitigating this problem as much as possible, so i called out to my friend on the opposite side and asked her if she knew about any reliable draining techniques for smth like thisand she handed me a few rods, 6or less cm in diameter and of varying lengths. she mumbled something an di THINK i understood enough. i lifted the matress on one end and used the rods to hold it up from the boxspring directly underneath it so it was slanted and whatever was left could just.. fall off onto the floor lol. and so this somehow worked and was held together well enough for me to lie back down on it and HOPEFULLY, FINALLY,-----

someone else had gotten on the damn bed immediately after i did. they were staring directly at me. i was so fucking mad. something about their demeanor at least told me they werent immediately hostile so i just turned away from both my co-pilot and this new person on my bed and closed my eyes. i wanted to know so fuckign bad what all these ppl’s deal was. it was driving me nuts why so many of them were staring at me an fucking with me like this.  what the FUCK is goin on. i kept asking myself this until i just slapped the bed in frustration and upon hearing the noise it made, laughed out loud. the other 2 on the bed also started laughing. i guess this lil moment of mirth shared between us made me feel a lot better. and also a lot more AWAKE. i apologized to my co-pilot comrade and said we should talk about whats goin on later after we’ve all had some good rest. also told her to like call me if she ends up leaving for wahtever reason. she grunted in acknowledgement and thne i turned to the new person. they were kinda tall n lanky with grey spiky hair. and an almost  while skin tone. wearing a similar outfit to my co-pilot and i but it was various hues of grey instead of black. might as well take this opportuinity to describe our appearances too.

the copilot and i had the sameish black outfit when we were in space, but by the time we reached the facility gymnasium or remodeled warehouse where all this shit was taking place, she had changed into like this black halter crop top with a black leather jacket and pants. she had these like super big like gucci sunglasses, a somewhat lightskinned skintone, a bit darker than my own, and long straight black hair. like one of those like wigs or smth wit straight bangs n fringes. she had these super big platform boots too.  i was wearing the same leather jacket buti  twas modified with with like frills on the ends of the shoulders and on some of the jackets seams and ends. there were some chains n necklaces going to an d fro in someplaces too. i think had some kind of modified black coverall pants with like a harness and some straps and belts runing all up n down the legs of the pants. i believe i was wearing this like frilly blouse. with like long frills... fuck i might have to draw this LOL. and i had some black work boots i think.

i GUESS it ws smth like this whtever lol.s orta... i dont have TIME to worry about proportions lol....

ANYWAYS

ok yeah now that i wrote all this down and like remember now, the grey haired one didnt have a jacket and their clothing was more angular... anyways agian..............uhhhhhh

i think some time after we were laughign with eachother i was called by one of the like ppl in charge of maintenence or smth and asked me to go handle a problem that as brewing. i think i was literally asked to air out the gymnasium/warehouse. like to just open the doors and get a change of airflow goign on. maybe it was more compilicated than that but that was one of the first things i set out to do in response. the grey haired one at some point followed me and had something they wanted to talk to me about so ilet them come with ig. i think i was also asked to check up on something after i finishe with this first problem as well. something in some other part of the facility ig.

so off i went to begin this journey to help maintenece with their quest,walking across the gymnasium hall, making mybest efforts to not bump into anyone or any stationary desks or matresses or crates or wahtever, but by the time i got into the clearing area near the entrance i felt something nick one side of my waist. like a tooth scratched it. and then immediately after some ppl bumped into me. i was carrying the grey haired one on my back at this point and weraing a backpack over them to secure them i guess? i dont know why. they were holding on pretty tightly and they didnt get hit so they were fine. but the people who bumped into us started arguign with eachother almsot instantly. the way they were yelling at eachother n stuff made me think that like.. there was something afoot. like this was an engineered conflict from a 3rd party or these ppl just had some long standing conflicts taht were waiting to erupt. or perhaps both. when i got bumped and scratched i had just kept walking while putting my hand on the side of my waist that got scratched and reached the doorway that led into the gymnasium hall, but i stopped right in the middle of it when i hear them start yelling. OH RIGHt yeah the person on my back asked me to talk with them about somethign important concerning personal matters as well as something concering the stuff we brought back from space. they were planning to treat me to lunch to talk about it. i said to them, in the doorway, “sorry bout this, but i think our lunch is gonna have to wait.” they looked at me with a worried expression, and said something along the lines of, “i do understand but this is kinda important”, and i said back “im sure it is. we WILL talk about whatever it is, but this looks like something that could blow up in all of our faces. the shit they’re arguing about, it hits too close to home for me to hear all that and just LEAVE”. they nodded and said somethign about how theyre gonna wanna talk about too later, and i said, “why dont you help me out an be my typographer, make a list and keep track of this and all the things were gonna need to tgalk about” and they just laughed and got somethign out of their pockets i assume to do just that.

standing in the doorway still, i yelled out can someone tell me wahts going on? i was comepletely igonored and never really paid any attention to what the ppl who bumped into us looked like. so i figured id ask around on this syide of the gym. so with this person STILL clinging on my back i walked back into the hall and towards the wall on the opposite end from where my mattress was on the other end o f the gym, where i saw some ppl sitting at this super long desk up against the wall with some computers laid out alongside eachother. their users facing the computers and the wall. i walked up to them, folded my arms and said smth along the lines of “so, like sorry to bug you all about this, but what was up with alla that fighting just now? i feel kinda responsible since it was me they bumped into and i was wondering if you 3 (there were 3 of them each at their own computer sitting next to eachother) could tell me whats goin on” they looked at me, then at eachother and one o them said smth like “they sound like someone whos fronting too hard”. and then the 3 of them started quielty bickering about how true or false that might be. i stood there and very quietly said to the person on my back, “i HOPE i can come across as genuine enough thru all this since i am genuinely interested in making sure nobody dies from something preventable” and they said somethign to me that made me like. choke up. i remember thatf eeling but i dont fuckign remember what it was. it made me mad cuz iwas like ashamed of myself but the fact that they said this to me also made me happy. and like. a bit proud. ig... not realyl but sorta.

 and eventually the 3 of them looked at me and said smth liek “you know what youre alright ig, we can probably rely on you to get done what we cant” one of them pulled something up on the computer and started talkign to me abu the history between those ppl involved. and we came to the conclusiogn that someone is trying to incite violence and conflict by captializingt on past conflicts between those involved for some reason. we agreed we’d all try n stop this and i left them to do what they were going to do and the grey haired one and i left to go continue investigating. i also just kinda wanted to go somewhere wher ei coudl go have a shower and investigate the scratch left on my waist. we decided we’d go have lunch anyays to prepare and also to ask the grey haired one a favour regarding my copilot friend. dream ended around there i think....

[hit-me-with-a-ladle]

This is Ch.2 for my creepypasta story.

Now this is the second chapter to my story and its description can be found in my blog, i manly update on wattpad does i still will be putting these chapters on tumblr (not as frequently doe :/). so yeah have fun and hope u like it.

A sharp pain was the first thing felt by the girl the moment she woke up from her coma. Laying on a dirty, ruined couch, she put a hand on her head and softly groaned. At that moment she heard the light murmur of male-sounding voices near her and tensed up. She was confused and dazed. She didn't know where she was or why she was there. Not knowing what to say or do she just overheard their conversation, hoping they wouldn't notice she was awake.

" I-I don't know what the-they were thin-king, bringing a young h-human girl to be the next middle-m-man. A-a-are the elite becoming that desper-des-desperate?" One of the men said. He sounded considerably young, around eighteen years old. The boy appeared to have a stutter. His voice was also soft, almost sounding more like a whisper than anything else though still audible. ' What is he talking about?' The girl thought to herself, her train of thought was abruptly stopped by another voice speaking up.

"I don't think it's smart to doubt the elite's decision Toby, even so, she seems to hold some attributes required in a middleman." A monotone voice spoke. A soft "yeah" was soon hear from one of the men and it sounded forced. Then a bone-chilling chuckle came from the same monotone man. "What's so funny?" One of the men spat, their voice was deep and husky. "Well if you must know," The other man said sounding amused "It's kind of funny that out of all of us you should know just how capable she is." He rudely remarked snickering. The other man seemed to growl under his breath "Wasn't she the one that knocked you down and stabbed you in the leg?" The monotone man finally said in a provocative tone.

"Well, now you're just begging me to kick your ass." The irritated man spoke in anger and stood up but promptly cringed from the shooting pain from the injury to his leg and sat down. "I'd like to see you try," The monotone man replayed amused by his comrade's actions. The irritated man was about to say something when another voice spoke up, "Can you guys stop fighting already, I mean there's an unconscious girl in the living room that we have to prepare for her inevitable death." A boy said, he also sounded young similar to the first man, but this time his voice was much louder and sounded naval.

When overhearing what the boy said, she loudly gasped in shock without thinking, that seemed to catch the men's attention and they quickly went quiet. The atmosphere was so tense you could cut it with a knife. An awkward and unbearable silence fell upon everyone. But soon it was ended by the rattling of chairs getting put aside and the pattering of loud footsteps approaching the room she was in. Not knowing what to do, panic was the only thing she could feel at that moment. As she laid there, not moving a muscle the first that spoke was the man in a white mask.

"So now you choose to wake up? Took you long enough." He said to her annoyed, she looked at his masked face and then looked around the room. It seemed to be a log cabin by the walls being constructed from wood, and by the general look of it, it was pretty big. The couch she was on was in a rather rough shape, and right across from it was a scratched up wooden coffee table. Then she noticed one of the men resting on an armchair in a similar state as the couch she was on. He seemed to be looking right at her, though it was hard to tell from the blue mask that covered his face.

"Where am I? And who are you, people?" The girl spoke in a harsh tone trying to seem strong, though, in reality, she was terrified, and the men appeared to notice. "Aren't you a snarky one? But don't try to act tough or else." The man in the feminine mask said boredly. "Now, as for who we are, my name is Timothy Wright, but you will call me Masky." He hardly spoke while pointing to himself. The girl scanned him from head to toe and noticed that one of his legs was wrapped in a now blood-stained bandage. 'Did I hurt him that badly? Well serves him right.' She thought while glaring at him. "That guy over there," He continued and pointing to the tall man sitting on the armchair with his legs crossed, "Is Jack or as he's better known, Eyeless Jack." The man, named Jack nodded his head in her direction. "That shorty over there." This time he pointed to a short boy whit blond hear leaning on the door frame to the room, "Is Benjamin Lawman or Ben Drowned." Ben waved at her and smiled, but the smile was more creepy than anything else. "And lastly," Masky said while pointing to a boy with orange-tinted goggles " That's Tobias Erin Rogers or Ticci Toby." The boy then spoke up, "Ju-just call me T-toby."

"You're in your new home." He emphasised. "Here you will live till the day you die. Now, as for your purpose, you have been assigned the role of a middleman from now on." He said while looking at her dead in the eyes. "You're kidding, right? Is this some sick joke? A middleman? What even is that? You must be insane if you think I'll believe you." She responded hysterically while frowned and glaring at the man even harder than before and crossed her arms. "Oh, but you will, you don't have a chose in the matter." The masked man responded, looking at the girl sternly, he then sighed "I guess I should explain your new job shouldn't I." What he said sounded more like a statement than a question, and he carried on explaining.

"You will be the middleman of this forest," He said while pointing to the windows and sure enough, on the outside, there was a forest ' How didn't I notice that before?' The girl asked herself. "You have the job as negotiator, judge, executioner, errand boy and among some other things. But that won't be as easy as it sounds, because in this forest reside evil monster, creatures, demons, killers and different mythical being. Things that you humans thought were only in legends and tales." He said that as if he'd said it a million time before and continued "Now, we four were ordered," He moved to point around the room, gesturing to the men. "To get you and bring you here. So in the range of the next six months, we can teach you everything you need to know about being a middleman and how to do it right. At the end of those six months, you will go thru a four-stage test that will prove just how much you have learned, but if you were to fail, you will get executed. Do you understand?" He finally finished while looking at her and tilted his head. The girl was baffled and couldn't believe what she heard, better said she didn't want to believe it.

"You can't be serious right? I mean do you expect me to accept everything you just said as fact" The girl protested while immediately standing, "I don't know who you think you are, but I'm certainly not staying here any longer." And as she was about to head for the door, Jack suddenly spoke up. "And where will you go? You don't have any clue where you even are. Do you think you can just go out of this forest like that? Well, I'm sorry for ruining your parade, but that's not going to happen." He responded to her in his usual bored voice that seemed to be laced in a thin veil of sarcasm. 'He has a point,' She thought while looking at him. 'But it can't be that hard to leave a forest, right?' She reassured herself. "Oh, and another thing, this isn't a normal forest. No, it's a portal between the human world and underworld." He smirked through his mask when he noticed the girls face turn pale, "Though it doesn't look like it, you are in a branch of hell, and the only way to get to the human world is by knowing where the portal is, and we certainly won't be telling you of its location anytime soon." He remarked this time in a way that was much more malicious, almost seeming like he wanted to make her mad or provoke her.

But the girl didn't budge 'Is what he's saying true? I hope it's not, but I can't afford not believing him.' Still not moving from the place she was standing, she glanced down, "Why me?" She said, defeated. Those two words seemed to catch the men off gourd. " W-well," The boy named Toby spoke up. "You we-were chosen b-b-by the Elite." He said softly. "Who are the elite? And what do you mean by they "chose me"." The girl was quick to ask. "The El-elite are four o-o-of the strongest creatures in the underworld, they are the on-ones that choose the midd-middlemen for every branch and reg-ion of hell." Toby said, "We were als-also told m-m-many thi-things about you, your n-n-ame, hobbies, what you aspired to b-be, your dark-est secret, and mu-much more." He finished. "Better said we know everything bout you, Y/N." The boy named Ben stated calmly while smiling. Hearing her name come out o his mouth sent shivers down her spine.

The girl collapsed on the couch in defeat and put her arms to her head, 'Is everything that they're saying genuine? It can't be, can it?' She was in a state of dread and didn't want to belive what they were saying. 'I need to calm down, there has to be a way out of here somehow, and I'll find it.' She kept reassuring herself." Now, as I was saying, we four will be teaching you everything you need to know," Masky spoke up again with his hands behind his back." Your room is upstairs to the left. You should get as much sleep as possible we will start training tomorrow at nine-thirty am," He said while looking into the girl's eyes, "Do NOT be late, or else." He finished while going near the front door of the cabin, "Oh, and don't even try to escape, someone will be standing guard to make sure you don't." And with that, he and everyone else left. She was left alone whit her thoughts in the empty cabin,

'I should go and check out my room shouldn't I, maybe I'll find a way out.' and with that, she went upstairs.

[unlimitedfateimagines]

Cu Chulainn Alter (Berserker) + Master who’s gentle, sweet and klutzy yet intimidating

Ask: Hc for BerserCu that has a female master s/o that’s kinda small and really gentle and sweet but can sometimes seem like a klutz or frail but can also actually be v intelligent and surprisingly intimidating?

Sent by: Anon

A/N: another rewrite!! was reading it thru to correct and add in some stuff and to the anon who requested this like a year ago on my old blog, these are still some of my favourite requests i have written!! (this is like 4 pages of hcs in my google docs) thank you so much for requesting ♡ i’m slowly rewriting everything because finals are coming and so are college applications ;;v;; please be patient with me

Warnings: None

In all honesty, when he saw you as he materialized in Chaldea, he wasn’t expecting you to be as grand as everyone around; actually, far from it. With your short stature and gentle yet surprised and frail look when you summoned him, he wasn’t so sure about how this War would be.

Roughly around the first weeks he was summoned, he noticed you being very kind and sweet to almost every Servant out there, even Edmond Dantes and Jeanne Alter.

Though you did try to keep a respectable distance to a few Servants, giving them some personal space when needed. He figured he could get along with you to some extent if you were the type to be smart enough, according to him, to take note of his short answers and aloof body language to leave him alone asides from discussing missions and quests. He already has some respect, although small, for you.

He also saw you trip and bump into small stuff, like the plant at the end of the hall, when you bumped into the door frame or when you missed the last step of the stairs and slammed onto the ground face first, having Nightingale, Irisviel and Raikou immediately coming to your rescue.

But what surprised him the most, despite always seeing you being klutzy and tripping over air, was your ability to quickly assess the situation and think of many possibilities to overcome the problem which saved you and your Servants many times.

Notably in Camelot, when everyone was gathered around the Holy City for the Holy Selection, you immediately thought there was something wrong when you took note of the villagers of the East’s behaviour, how they seemed to be nervous and how the women were hunched back, as if they were cowering in fear of something. Some of them were scared of the Lion King but a good part of the villagers still go at the castle gates, despite the fear that resided within them. It was only you saw the light beam that your instincts kicked in and urged as many people as possible to get out and retreat to a safe distance from the walls, but they refused and you were pulled away by Mashu.

Cu Alter watched you as he sighed, but he immediately had his thoughts taken aback when he saw Gawain marching out and only selecting three people out of the thousands of villagers to enter the Holy City before seeing them all fall to Rhongomyniad, seeing the villager’s bodies gone when the light from the Holy Lance died.

His first reaction was to immediately pull you away from the destructive light and hold you close to him. He was surprised by his own actions and wondered why his first instinct was to try and protect you, a stronger instinct and feeling that was more than a simple “She is my Master.”

He still remains indifferent but starts to acknowledge your skills and that you were more than a klutzy Master who bumps into walls and door frames with your head buried in documents and a tablet.

That being said, he also started being protective. He’ll do little things like subtly wrap around his tail around your waist in a manner of not hurting you with its spikes or tower behind you, glaring daggers at the enemy.

After seeing you stand up for your own, eyes glinting with determination and igniting with fire, against the many Servants of each Singularity who looked down on you, he then actually started to become interested in you. Of course, he would never go out and admit it.

He still keeps his protective demeanor with you, simply towering the enemy with his height and his intimidating glare, a tight grip around Gae Bolg. Although he doesn’t wrap his tail around you in public as much as before, he loves and does it all the time in private. When sleeping, he likes to wrap his tail around you and hold you close, snuggling in his chest.

He’s glad that you’re intelligent and intimidating sometimes. He always has a little smirk when you glare daggers at the enemy; the latter scared that a person with such a small stature would scare their wits off and possibly pee in their pants while they’re at it.

“Oh? Are you underestimating your opponent?” you ask, looking up at the fat man with a death glare. “You shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, you know. Who knows what I might do? I certainly may not be the best Master out there, but you should be careful of what humans are capable of when they’re determined and have their eyes set on something; they’ll manage to get ahold of their desires no matter what.”

He’s so proud of you every time you scare the living life out of someone.

He also gives you head pats. They’re discreet when you two are together on a quest, sometimes he’ll call you to fall back behind and give you a head pat and ruffle your hair affectionately, getting small giggles from your soft and plump lips.

He’ll rather give Gae Bolg to his Caster self than to admit this, but he does get a bit jealous when you have that gentle gaze every time you’re speaking to other Servants and being sweet; he adores your gentle and sweet side. The way how you would look at him so tenderly when you both are alone or hearing your voice, sweet as honey, whenever you would do the talk most of the time. He loves them all. There’s always a tinge in his heart when you talk to other Servants in the same way.

On this thought, he doesn’t entirely like Mash. He thinks of her more of an annoyance sometimes because of how she’s clingy towards you and how she’s constantly there. When he gets too annoyed with her blabbering, he simply whisks you away from her with something amongst the lines of “[Y/N] has something urgent to do for now. Please excuse us.”

And your laugh. He loves your laugh so much. The way how your shoulders and your back gently slouch and the happy glint in your eyes always makes his day even better. He also loves to pull some strands of your hair back behind your ear.

All of what he thought of you before like how you were just a klutzy Master? That doesn’t exist anymore. He loves you. With your frail appearance, you often get judged by other Servants, especially when battling them in a Singularity. Before you could even budge, he protectively wraps his tail around you, not caring what anyone says, and glares at your enemy.

Of course, he’ll never admit it, but he likes it when you take his hood and put it on. It’s so big and it hides half of your face. He likes lifting it up and kiss you, liking your surprised and flustered expression after, a cocky grin on his face.

Despite his constant stoic and cold expression, he genuinely loves you. He simply prefers expressing his love more in private than public because he finds it a pain when everyone freaks out when two people get together and doesn’t feel like exposing his own private life with the rest of the Servants in Chaldea.

[thegeminisage]

the tornado story

ok so what happened was there was a tornado in georgia & i got a warning for it on my phone & i was like “lol thats weird who cares about a tornado in georgia we’re not in georgia” except a bit later like RIGHT after we left my brother’s house (he’s in greenwood & we were visiting for mom’s bday) my phone went FUCKING BANANAS lit up with warnings like “torando warning we’ve laid eyes on it take shelter NOW” thats just how fast the goddamn thing was

& my mom was like, it’s totally calm out here, it’s 70 frickin degrees, im still smoking, we already left (we were like...stopped at a gas station just a few blocks away), she wanted to go home, and i (having an anxiety disorder and having also seen twister) was like HAHA NO? & she was like “look if u dont want to drive let me drive” & i was like “u can drive but i am not going on a bigass long road with a tornado on the ground in the DARK i am staying here at this gas station & i will somehow find my own way home after there is no longer a tornado u can take my van but i am a grown adult i will not move my body” and she thought i was being STUPID and i had to like really start letting my panic slip thru to get her to believe i was serious AND THEN

my brother, a real g, called & he was like, my & SIL’s phones just went apeshit there’s a tornado come back to our house & wait it out and so that’s what we decided to do

except we’d spent all those precious minutes ARGUING about it.

i should note that like as soon as mom mentioned how still and calm the weather was it turned pleasantly breezy, and then windy, and then started to drizzle, then rain - it had been overcast all day ofc raining on & off but it like then it really started to RAIN rain

so we drive back to my brothers house, again only a few blocks away, and im like apologizing to my mom bc its her bday celebration & i know how bad she wants to go home etc etc etc and believe it or not lads 

we fucking drove almost right through it

the rain was so thick and so fast that i could not see how to drive my van. i had my headlights on, my hazards on, my wipers going, etc - i’m no stranger to extremely heavy storms, i live in the southeast, i’ve been to florida, strong storms don’t scare me, but jesus FUCK...i cannot do justice to just how pants-shittingly terrifying it was to look out from the windshield and see nothing but this...horribly violent and turbulent grayish wall of water

and like the rain hitting the windows was DEAFENING but even through that you could hear the wind doing this weird...low...it sounds like a train and i only ever hear wind do that in hurricanes. sometimes you can almost feel it in the ground, that frequency - and you could hear not only the thunder rumbling but like things cracking and breaking - tree limbs, my best guess, we were lucky nothing hit the van

and i could feel the wind pulling at the car like i had to fight to keep it going straight and i want to emphasize again that i COULD NOT SEE i don’t mean low visibility or even extremely low visibility i mean i COULD NOT even a LITTLE bit see!! my van might as well have been in the bottom of a lake my windows might as well have been covered in blackout paint i mean there was NOTHING...i was inching along and every once in awhile caught sight of a landmark through a gap in the water or the silhouette of one when lightning flashed (which it did frequently)

and my mom thought i was overreacting the ENTIRE time. like my atheist ass was out here mentally reciting the lord’s prayer just to keep my mind on something so i didn’t go into a blind panic and she’s like “meh, weather” - we got back to my brother’s house and parked in front and she was like “eeeehhhhh idw get wet let’s wait it out in the car” & i was like (nicely) “are you fucking kidding me” so we went in but the little groove next to the sidewalk ur supposed to park in was just like FLOODED so when i stepped in it (not being able to see) i dead ass got soaked up to my ankle. i had to drive home in my socks. my shoe is still sodden

we stayed at my brother’s house a good 45 minutes but as it turned out i fucking DROVE through the worst of it lol also i kicked his butt at tetris while i was there he was really nice though like my mom wasn’t taking me seriously and i was trying to impress upon him that he nearly just lost both of his living family members 1996 style & he like turned on the ps4 while i was talking and put a controller in my hand and then before i knew it i was fine

anyway the tornado was supposed to head from greenwood straight over to clinton (where i live) which meant that it was supposed to run along most of the road i would have driven home on so we stayed there until it had passed even clinton, & called my aunt to make sure she was ok (she was fine)

and on the way home we passed like...so many places that were just. dark. like certain intersections (there’s no freeway out to greenwood unfortunately so u pass a few major intersections) they were just...off. the stores, the stoplights, everything. multiple times we saw two cars almost run into each other bc the stoplights werent working and nobody could agree on who had the right of way (if you didnt know, intersections w/ no power are supposed to work like 4-way stop signs). tree limbs & shit on the road, cars in ditches & police & ambulances out w/ flashing lights being the only light you COULD see at all aside from headlights, it was already COUNTRY dark out there so it was so spooky, and even on the way home it was still POURING and the wind fought with the car, we had a little lightning and thunder, it was fucking post-apocalyptic

but the creepiest part is to get home u have to cross a bridge over lake greenwood and its a bigass bridge and on one side of the bridge the power was on but on the other the whole lake (which is normally lit up and pretty) was just totally dark. and i dont mean. hard to see. i mean it was DARK. it was vantablack. u couldnt see the horzion unless lightning flashed. it was like the void

we have power off on the intersection closest to our house too but thankfully it’s on here...but it’s out in places all over town & there are tree limbs EVERYWHERE

we got home safe and sound (i had left my WINDOW open) & all the cats & the dog are OK, altho i know they had to be scared to death bc the dog hates storms and some of the cats do too. i dont normally mind them but that one really got me

and to think we talked all day about how nice it was that the high was 74 even in january. mother earth is trying to KILL us

[qobiin]

weekly fic rec hoard

here's what i've been enjoying reading (and re-reading) this past week for different fandoms across the board! this week features: atla, bnha, good omens, harry potter, marvel, naruto and stranger things  ♡ means: all-time fave, (m) means: 18+ themes 

avatar: the last airbender

♡ first rule of earth kingdom fight club... series by ohmygodwhy  zuko, his stubborn inability to die, and finding himself thru getting his ass kicked 

The Most Ragged Edges by twinfinite  In hindsight, Zuko really should have seen this conversation coming. He can almost hear Li and Lo chanting wickedly about the magic of Ember Island, about waves smoothing away rough edges… 

♡ ribs by ohmygodwhy  The first thing Zuko tells him during their first lesson after the whole Sun Warrior ruins ordeal, is “Fire comes from the breath.” a lesson in learning, and re-learning. 

♡ see your son rising at last by aloneintherain  When Zuko dashes into the sitting room, it is with the same wide-eyed panic that he ran from Azula’s smoking hands when he was a child. Iroh bites down on a smile. Zuko looks the same, even now, a decade later with a scar blossomed over one side of his face, green and brown robes replacing the solitary reds of his childhood. His hair is puffed up around his face. He looks like a very frightened, very windswept turtle-dove. Zuko dives behind Iroh just as Aang breezes to a stop in the doorway. Five times Zuko hid behind Iroh, plus one time Zuko stood proudly in front of him.

♡ the beginning of a new and brighter birth by aloneintherain  “I’m so proud of you, my nephew.” Uncle cups Zuko’s face in his lined hand. The gesture is so tender, his palm so warm, that Zuko has to take a fortifying breath against the sudden swell of emotion in his chest. “I want to be a good leader, Uncle,” Zuko says. “I want to look after my people.” “You will,” Uncle says. “You are, nephew.” In a new era of peace, Zuko works to be a very different Fire Lord than his forefathers.

boku no hero academia 

the stars are floating and we are flying by lunalou  Aizawa starts walking towards the exit, obviously expecting Shouto to follow him, but Shouto's feet are frozen in place. His eyes flicker from the distorted reflection of himself in the ice to where All Might is giving him a long look, eyes kinder than anything Todoroki has ever been deserving of, and he feels sick.  “Todoroki-kun,” Midoriya says gently, squeezing his arm in what Shouto presumes is meant to be a reassuring gesture. “It’s going to be okay.” He doesn’t think Midoriya is in any place to tell him what okay is, all things considered, but he chooses to keep quiet on the matter. 

♡ I’ll share this with you, so leave it behind by yabakuboi  For the sake of the story, All Might is never in need of a successor, and, when Izuku saves Katsuki from the sludge monster, encourages young Midoriya down a different path. Thus, Katsuki and Izuku part ways after junior high, as Katsuki enters U.A. and the Midoriyas move overseas. It’s later that Katsuki realizes that there’s something missing, that he drove that something away. Years after, Katsuki finds him in the last place he looks, in the cereal aisle at the local grocery store of their childhood neighborhood. 

Loose lips Sail ships by Yousayhun  Bakugou is at war with his own fucking mouth and everyone else just seems to be having the time of their lives. 

♡ flare guns go off in my head saying not to call you this late by youreanovelidea  Midoriya beams at him and Tokoyami is suddenly hit with the urge to look away. “So bright,” he mutters under his breath, low enough that Midoriya can’t hear him.  (or, Midoriya is a problem child who just really loves his friends) 

(m) The Devil Blues by iknewaman  The 78th precinct's police captain, Toshinori Yagi, has volunteerd his squad to help implement the mayor's wish of increasing the successful cooperation between the city police and active Pro-Heroes. Each detective is to be assigned a Pro-Hero who will shadow them for two weeks, and the operation has been dubbed the 'Station Cooperation Operation'. Although it is not well-received by those involved, Izuku Midoriya, current detective at the 78th precinct and loyal follower of captain Toshinori's ideals, believes that the operation will be a success. If his captain says it will succeed, there isn't a doubt in Izuku's mind that it will. That is until he meets his assigned Pro-Hero. 

♡ someone is wrong on the internet by rhenna  It’s been a long day. By all rights, Izuku should be falling into bed, half dead. But instead of sleeping, he’s hunched over his laptop at 2 in the morning writing a dissertation about why exactly Ground Zero’s pecs are the best pecs to ever pec, and how dare anyone insinuate that he should lose some of that muscle because don’t you even understand what kind of physique a quirk like that requires? Amateurs.  (Izuku has two jobs in this world: pro-hero and anonymous president of the Ground Zero fan club. What could possibly go wrong?) 

good omens

♡ Divine Intervention (aka God ships it) by TheLadyZepher  There’s a battle strategy devised by humans many millennia ago that's designed to overcome an adversary who is particularly well entrenched. Some walls are too tall and thick for a frontal assault, and must instead be bested through sheer dogged stubbornness. Crowley and Aziraphale didn’t know it, but they were about to be put under siege.  Fed up with an angel and a demon who are still avoiding any talk of Feelings, God starts to interfere. When it comes to the ineffable plan, sometimes things need a bit of a push. 

♡ Slow by write_away  It started like this: A boy with the ability to warp reality met an angel and a demon and he made assumptions.  You might say it started like this: An angel and a demon found a marriage contract hung on the wall of the angel's bookshop. They didn't question it. It also could have started like this: Once upon a time, the angel told the demon he went too fast. The demon took it to heart.  Aziraphale and Crowley find themselves somehow married. Crowley fears going too fast. Aziraphale forges ahead. Neither know how to ask questions of each other. 

♡ Eziraphael’s Gifts: A History of Queer Faith and Longing, by Natasha Marie Johnson (Beacon Press, 2019). by actualbat  "If Eziraphael has come to be known--in today's language--as the 'guardian angel of sad queers,' then it makes sense for him to have shown up more regularly in the past once that became a recognizable historical category." Natasha is really glad that she's given this talk enough times to be able to do it on autopilot, because those two funny-looking men in the back just made the most absurdly astonished faces. (Or: Not all historians ignore gay subtext, and not all immortal celestial beings have their shit together. Also, voodoo.) 

harry potter 

♡ Apple Slices and Cocoa by FeathersMcStrange  Harry Potter is an abused kid with not an adult in the world on his side when Molly Weasley meets him.  She decides right then and there that if nobody else is going to try and take care of this boy, then dammit, she's going to. 

hello goodbye (’twas nice to know you) by tamerofdarkstars  Draco Malfoy thinks he might know whose thoughts are scrawling themselves on his skin, but that's crazy. Impossible, even. It has to be a mistake.  -  Self-indulgent soulmate AU where the thoughts of your soulmate inscribe themselves on your skin in a shifting magic tattoo 

♡ (m) Men Who Love Dragons Too Much by fencer_x, IDoodleForNoodles  ‘Kill Albus Dumbledore’ is less a challenging task and more a suicide mission, so when Draco Malfoy is presented with the option to either dispatch his Headmaster or suffer an excruciating and most ignominious death of his own, along with his parents, he reaches deep into his black little Slytherin heart and manages to scrape together enough courage to go with option C instead: Spend Sixth Year secretly studying Animagecraft in the hopes he’ll turn into something sufficiently imposing even the Dark Lord himself won’t be able to keep Draco under his thumb. But just his luck, his Animagus form turns out to be a dragon, and a rather randy juvenile at that, intent on finding its mate: one Harry James Potter. 

marvel 

♡ Hard to Love by Gruoch  If someone had told May that Iron Man himself would one day occasionally show up uninvited to her quiet little apartment and intrude into her quiet little life, she would have laughed them out of the room. But then her life seems chock-full of unpleasant surprises these days.  Or, Tony Stark wants a bigger piece of the pie. May Parker learns to accept help. Peter just wants to keep the peace. 

♡ Mr. Parker Declined to Comment by apisdn  The events leading up to the embarrassing moments during the Doomed Field trip, and how Peter Parker accidentally ended up in charge of things. All the while the political machine moves on, the Avengers do not kiss and make up, and the future draws ever closer. 

Another No-Good Field Trip by Muimor  Peter Parker is not having a good day. AKA, Where Peter's decathlon team take a field trip to the Avengers Compound, Vision's a menace, and Peter really doesn't want to go.

naruto 

(m) Resonance by flailinginlove  After being hit by a missing-nin's jutsu, Kakashi's chakra is never the same again. 

♡ (m) What Otter Nonsense by DarkAuroran  “Is that an otter?” Iruka asks as large, sable eyes blink at him and a little whiskered nose twitches curiously. “That’s an otter. Why do you have an otter?”  “I can’t tell you,” Kakashi says with a great amount of dignity for a man cradling a baby otter in armoured gloves. “Classified Jounin mission business.”

♡ Learning Curve by ishiryoku  This is the life she chose: the path of the shinobi. It's either roll with the punches or be left behind by her team—and Sakura's not about to let them go off on their own. 

♡ Roots and Wings by ideaoforder  When Naruto is kidnapped from his orphanage at age three, Kakashi is so done with this shit. He gets Naruto back, tells the Hokage where to go (politely, because he isn't suicidal), and raises the boy himself. Or, you know, tries and is proud when there aren't too many explosions. Then everybody starts to copy him and it's a whole thing. 

stranger things

In Which Starcourt Is a Pun by asexual-fandom-queen (writeordietrying)  “Welcome to Scoops Ahoy. Do you know what you want?”  Nancy and Jonathan visit the Starcourt Mall and corner Steve at his place of work with their feelings, but in an awkward, this-is-still-the-1980s-so-we-can't-be-too-direct kind of way. 

♡ my father comes and he goes by mjolnirbreaker  So, for Max, he doesn’t punch Billy Fucking Hargrove. He just sits there in sweltering heat and listens to the C’s being announced, and when parents cheer for their kids he tries not to think about how his parents are currently in Colorado. 

♡ it’s a risk, it’s a gamble by nondz (pinkjook)  “I think we should pretend to date,” Robin says. "What?" Steve answers. 

one of those new wave boys by glorious_spoon  It probably should feel more awkward than it does. (Or: Steve and Robin go on a road-trip, drink, listen to music, and look after each other. And yeah, maybe there's some cuddling involved too.)

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[anastasiaskarsgard]

So here’s AU single dad Mark, you can see the vibe his picture inspired here (who is inspired by a real person loosely)

Warning: cursing, mention of drugs and sex. Mention of violence.

“Doctor, you have one last appointment and then you’re free! New puppy needs vaccines and looks very healthy. The guy is seriously dreamy so just mentally prepare yourself for that.” My receptionist Ashley said as she handed me the file. “They’re in number 2.”

I glanced over the file and audibly groaned, drawing both receptionists attention. “I know Mark! Shit! I hope he didn’t recognize my name and come here on purpose. To be quite honest though, I don’t think he’ll even remember me.”

Ashley leaped from her chair to get close enough to whisper, “I need the deets Doc! Did you have a one night stand with him? Or lose your v card to him at prom? Or oh my gosh! did you choose your career over him and left him behind for vet school?”

“Stop reading smut on the internet, and come back to reality. He was 2 years older than me and talked to me one time at a party, informing me that I had potential if I would dress more like a girl, and less like a veterinarian. I doubt he’ll remember it tho.” I chuckled, shaking my head, “Get back to work.” I said as I walked over to room 2, taking a deep breath before opening the door, coming face to face with Mark. He was still drop dead gorgeous.

“My bad, I thought you’d come thru the other door. Dakota, Danielle. Please sit down nice for the Doctor, so your puppy doesn’t get nervous.”

Mark tried to wrangle his two small children to sit down, but at around 2-4 years old, that wasn’t gonna happen. I wondered what girl had snatched up Mark as I checked the puppy out.

“Oh my — kids earmuffs— “ Mark verified both children were in fact covering their ears before turning back to me with a big cheesy smile on his face. “No fucking way! You seriously became a veterinarian!” He exclaimed chuckling.

“Well you gave me the idea, so I just ran with it, “ I said with a smirk.

“Oh my God. You remember I said that? I was a punk, I’m sorry. I just had a thing for you and you’d always ignore me or blow me off, every time I tried to get your attention.”

“I don’t recall you ever trying to get my attention. I do recall you ignoring me.”

“No. I didn’t even have any classes in the portables and I’d go hang out over there and always say what’s up as you’d walk by. I went to all your basketball games and you never once acknowledged my existence and I tried to talk to you in the library a couple times and you would always shoosh me.”

“ well that’s what you’re supposed to do in a library. Also, going into the general vicinity of someone, and expecting them to know somehow that you’re there for them, isn’t very obvious, especially considering the one time you speak to them you tell her that she has potential but dresses like a veterinarian, which is pretty cool if you ask me.” I giggled. Oh sweet mother of God, I giggled. He was so hot, my brain was malfunctioning. Eventhough he was most likely full of shit and trying to get a discount or something, it was wild to think, I was so intimidated by him, I refused to entertain the idea that he might actually like me. It was pretty hilarious. “Looks like you found your happily ever after anyways. Who’s the lucky lady? Anyone I know?”

“Huh?” He looked confused for a few couple beats and then it dawned on him. “Oh yeah I got two awesome mini mes.”

“We’re the 3 musketeers!” A little voice squeaked out.

“Oh sorry. I just figured 2 kids that use ear muffs and the designer dog, someone had domesticated you.” I said looking up to see Mark blush.

“Remember Anna Winters? That’s his mommy and—“

“I don’t mean to interrupt Mark, but could I borrow your little musketeers to feed some newborn puppies that were dumped here? Then we can have a few minutes to catch up. I think you’re my last appointment. Do you mind? The girls and I do it, but they look like they’re good little helpers.”

Both children leaped out of their seats and started jumping up and down pleading to let them help so Mark agreed. I called Ashley in and she was super enthusiastic about having helpers, till she realized Mark wasn’t coming too. As soon as they closed the door, I turned to Mark.

“Thought it would be best if they didn’t hear adult conversations, especially involving their mother.”

“Mothers.”

“I kinda figured since your little girl looks possibly Latina?”

Mark nodded his head. “Yeah So Anna is a full fledged crackhead out in LA or something last I heard. Who knows? She might even be dead. She left him with me when he was a week old and never came back.”

“Wow! What a deplorable human being! But then you had naked time with a lady again, and she got pregnant too huh?” I teased. “Maybe no one told you how this works...”

“No I get it. Danielle’s mom was Dakota’s babysitter, and she just never really went away and it was convenient, and she cleaned and took care of Dakota. But she stopped taking birth control unbeknownst to me, and she winds up pregnant, wanting to get married.”

“So Wait! I know this part! You being the most romantic motherfucker on the planet, was like let’s go to Disneyland and get married in the castle right before the fireworks go off!” I had to give him some shit. He was such a cliche.

Mark laughed his same dorky weird laugh, and I couldn’t help but to laugh too. “No I told her I’m not marrying you. I don’t love you, and she’s like well then as soon as I have this kid, it’s all yours. If you don’t want me, I don’t want your ugly baby.”

“I’d be like ‘it got it from its mama’. She’s adorable though, so you really came out ahead there. What are the odds you’d get two deadbeat moms in a row?”

“Don’t remind me. What’s your story? You married? Kids?”

“Well I went to school and graduated top of my class, so i got into vet school, which is way harder than regular old medical school since there aren’t as many options. Plus it’s pretty challenging. With people you just got to figure out people. I have to know the dogs, cats, horses, goats, birds, lizards pretty much anything that’s alive and not from the primate family, i gotta figure it out. Last week somebody brought in a damn baby kangaroo, trying to tell me it’s a wallaby, and I was like where did you get a Kangaroo in Salt Lake City? Sorry, to answer your actual questions, No baby daddy’s cuz I’ve never met anyone that’s as awesome as I am, so until then I’m just saving the world, one litter at a time. Let’s go peek at them, come on.” I tiptoed out the door, over to the batch of kennels I had them living in, and we peeked around the wall, to see both kids feeding two puppies each, smiling from ear to ear.

“What kind of puppies are they?” Mark whispered.

“Go back in the room and I’ll tell you the story.”

He looked so adorable tiptoeing along, trying to be sneaky. He was like that one part of Fantasia where everybody knows but him that he’s too big to be sneaky.

We get back in the room and he sits on the little bench, patting the seat next to him, looking up at me all sexy like. He knows what he’s doing. “Come sit. I won’t bite.” He said with a lustful tone. Or maybe I just wanted to jump on him and any tone would be lustful......

“You keep looking at me like that, I’m gonna squirt you with the spray bottle,” I couldn’t help but laugh at my own joke. He found it less funny. “They’re all Blood Hounds. The mother got shot by the owners worthless boyfriend, claiming she attacked him, when I have a strong suspicion she was defending the woman from him. The mama dog did get ahold of the guy and shredded his arm up bad enough, it’ll never work again. The woman dropped the puppies off saying he’d kill them when he got home, so that’s how I got nine Bloodhound puppies that have to be fed every few hours. I didn’t have the heart to put them down, and the shelter would of killed them.”

“Aren’t Bloodhounds expensive?”

“Well yes. And they’re actually AKC, but I’m going to fix them all before I adopt them out. I rescue, I don’t profit off animal sales. Just maintenance. I actually offered them to the police since they’ve got the best noses in the business. They’re trying to get the money together to train them. Las Vegas wants two of them, but they got that casino money.”

“How much does it cost to train a dog?”

“Like $22k I think it is. Takes a few years depending if they’re looking for people, drugs, bombs... ”

“Wow. How are you not taken?” He blurted out.

“My bullshit tolerancy is almost non-existent, I work a lot, I’m the only one that thinks I’m funny, i dress like a veterinarian and I’m shallow. How are you single? All that man pretty and diaper changing skills.”

Mark looked down and blushed again. “Ok I’m just gonna go for it. Would you like to go to dinner sometime?” I swear he is holding his breath. Dammit. So cute.

“How about now? When they’re done feeding the puppies, you wanna go feed your rugrats?” I inquired.

“I meant like on a date, just you and me.”

He was so pretty, I wanted to sit on his face, “Oh ho! I cant be alone with you, I’ll get pregnant. Even now, I’m at risk. I need tiny chaperones.”

“Is that so?” He said rising to his feet with a mischevious look on his face, glancing between my eyes and lips. I took a step back and the wall was there. I was trapped. I tried to look oblivious but when he leaned against the wall behind me, with an arm on each side of my head, leaning in so his lips lightly brush my ear, he whispers; “where’s your spray bottle now?”

Oh fuck it. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. His lips were so soft and he was surprisingly gentle and not trying to be handsy. What the fuck was I doing!? I pulled away scanning his face for I don’t know what.

“What?” He asked all breathy and desperate, rubbing his perfect little nose on my cheek, getting almost close enough to kiss me, wanting me to close the gap.

“I don’t know what I’m looking for, but I’ll know when I see it.”

“Shut up and kiss me....please?”

Fuck. Anyone else I would have sent packing, but Mark was so tall, and beautiful, and confident, and took care of his kids, and God he smelled good, and if he fucked as well as he kissed, then I might just keep him. I pushed my lips into his and he kissed me a bit more aggressive biting my lower lip.

This was either a really great idea, or the worst idea I’ve ever had, but either way, I was gonna see how it played out.

[fandom-imagination-ss]

Requested by sparkle -light : Will you please do an imagine based on the scene between Elijah and gia where he teaches her how to fight and Hayley walks in (2x04), but its Klaus and reader instead and Caroline walks in? thanks!

Authors note : I am so Sorry that this took so long!! I also hope you enjoy it! I’m a huge Klaus and Caroline shipper! And I absolutely LOVE the Mikaelson brothers! Elijah, Klaus and Caroline deserve better! Hopefully you like this imagine!

⚠️ warning: Not really.

Number count: 1889

**********imagine **************** You know Klaus since he showed up in mystic falls. He has always found Caroline to be a beautiful vibrant women. You found Caroline too be a stuck up, perfectionist. But you Knew it was because she doubted herself. So you tried not to let her annoy you. It helped that you weren’t friends with Caroline so you didn’t spend much time with her. Everyone who knows Klaus knows he fancy Caroline since meeting her. When klaus met you. He was attracted too your kindness. Unlike Elena, Caroline, basically everyone connected to the doppelgänger Elena. You didn’t have a twisted agenda. Caroline trying too save her boyfriend from Klaus. (You understood why everyone hated Klaus but you saw thru him. Seeing the real Klaus) You were the only person Klaus could talk to. Without having a hidden agenda. You didn’t want blood, or money or anything all you wanted too do was talk about your passions Art, music , History. And Klaus was intoxicated by your curious mind. And your Kind heart. Everyone tried too convince you too stay away from him. Elena, Caroline, Tyler, Jeremy, Damon, Bonnie, the only one who almost convinced you was Stefan. But he got distracted By Elena and Damon so you were able too leave the conversation.

You Simply saw Klaus as Klaus. A Monster. But redeemable. He’s siblings soon realized you were a good inferences on their baby brother so they fully accepted you into their little family. His siblings Elijah , and Rebecca enjoyed your company. Kol was fascinated by your loyal and gentle heart. Rebecca Enjoyed your innocence and Taste in fashion. Elijah for your Mind and how you were Showing Klaus the world for the first time. when graduation happened. Klaus declared to Caroline that she might of loved Tyler but he intended to be her last love. You overheard and was swooned hearing it. And was stunned seeing how Caroline didn’t take up Klaus offer. Klaus decided for a graduation present he would give Caroline a bunch of money. And Give you a Plane ticket to New Orleans. Klaus offered the world too both Caroline and yourself. She didn’t accept. But you did. You a human girl proved over and over again that Klaus was redeemable. Elijah and Rebecca accepted you as a member of the family. Rebecca shopped with you. Making you gain more confidence. Elijah helped you study for tests at the local collage you attended. You were all a complicated family the happiness was destroyed by accident. Davina and Kol did a spell, trying too get ride of Klaus The spell was suppose to Kill him instantly . But it hit you. Klaus barely shoved blood down your throat before you died. And when you woke up. He didn’t give you a option too other die a human or too be turned. You woke up. And Klaus instantly shoved human blood down your throat. Simply saying “I can’t live without you Y/n. Forgive me.” Three months passed. Your “day time ring” was a beautiful simple Ruby necklace. Klaus said it use to be worn by a beautiful princess who was always surrounded by handsome suitors. Today klaus was back. Since becoming a vampire you changed. Not just physically but mentally. You were still caring and the gentlest soul Klaus ever met. But now your confidence skyrocketed. But your fighting skills? Not so much! Klaus insisted on Training you too fight. You tried convincing Klaus to let Elijah to teach you. Mainly since you figured Elijah would be a kinder more gentle teacher vs Klaus. You almost had him convinced till he got into a heated debate with Caroline who dating Stefan or was trying too? Honestly Caroline love life was almost as complicated as Elena’s love life. But either way Klaus refused to listen too either you or Elijah when you both suggested to let him teach you. So here you are! standing in a closed room. Everyone was out enjoying the bright beautiful day. While Klaus was huffing and puffing annoyed at Caroline, he just returned from Mystic falls where he got into a huge debut with Caroline about Elena. And Stefan. You tried staying out of all topics surrounding Elena. Mainly because you couldn’t find the attraction both Salvator brothers had for her. Or what Matt saw in her. You aren’t close with Caroline or Elena. Bonnie on the other hand? You were great friends with Bonnie!. Either way you aren’t going too have a great practice with Klaus. He was frustrated and you knew this wasn’t going too end up with you being sore. And begging for Elijah too take over.!

Klaus spoke up, snapping you out of your thoughts. Too hear His British charming accent. It always made you lean a bit closer to hear him speak. you loved hearing him talk. When you first became friends with Klaus you got sick. And Klaus read the Hobbit too you. While you rested in bed. So you listened too him whenever possible. Especially now when you here. About too Fight Him. “you are my responsibility, Y/N. There will be hundreds of people who would love too rip you too pieces just because of Me.” Klaus walked around you. Trying to frighten you. It didn’t work. Even when you were human and his vines turned all black around his eyes. You were’t scared of him. Klaus grabbed your shoulder turning you around too face him. “Fighting is rhythm. There is a music , there is a pattern. You have too fight. Or you will die!” You rolled your eyes, pushing his hands off your shoulders, “Why? You can just fight them? Besides who would dare fight me? Everyone is terrified of you!” “exactly. What would happen if the wolves. Capture you too get too me? Or the witches?” Sighing heavily you understood. Klaus can’t protect you from everything. Even those you knew no one would be stupid enough too risk the Rath of Klaus. You simply Nodded your head fast., taking a step back to take a stance saying you were ready. Klaus grinned as you swinger a pouch at him. He easily blocked it. “You have too do it better! Y/N!” Swinging your fist towards your best friend, to only have it caught it with ease. Klaus pinned you against a brick wall. Pressing you against It. Moving your hair from your shoulders. He waited a moment just looking at you till he spoke in a low voice. “Come Now love. You can do better then that.”

Breaking free from his grip. You turned yourself around, too shoved him hard, Klaus took three steps backwards as you charged him. He broke free from your attack. Screaming “ Do better y/n!” You charged again getting him this time. You Pinned Klaus against the same wall he pinned you at. Klaus grinned brightly feeling your hand at his heart. “Good.” Looking up at his eyes. His beautiful enchanting eyes. He grabbed your elbow. “Good. , you did good.. Don’t be afraid to go for the kill.” “I’m not going too rip your heart out!” Klaus grinned reaching up touching your face with his free hand. He’s eyes soften. He smiled softly looking at his favorite being on the entire planet. The sweet girl who has touched every member of his family. Who taught him how too change diapers for Hope. Who has personality helped him stay good. And showed him to change his ways. He vowed too protect you for the rest of your life. A human mortal life. Which was ruined. But now he had too break the sweetness of you.. To help you survive where everyone outside of the house. He and his family had thousands of enemies now he had too teach you too survive. Looking down at your hand right in front of his hand hand. Breathing deeply you couldn’t harm Klaus not in the way he wanted you too. He noticed your hesitation. He sighed moving his hand too your wrist. Looking at you. “You have too.. to Survive.” Shaking your head fast. “Nope.. I can’t-“ moving your hand back he placed it back too his Chest as he reached back placing your hand back too his Chest. “You have too.. our enemies wont take it easy just because your beautiful.” “Klaus.. I can’t-“ “Love.. Do it!” You closed your eyes for a second before you pushed your hand thru his cage. Hearing him groaning loudly you opened your eyes seeing him gasping for air. Until he pulled you into a kiss. Which started you. It made you stop holding his heart as he cupped your face. You pulled back looking at him. Klaus looked at you valuable you couldn’t believe he kissed you. And you couldn’t believe how. Fragile he looked. You never seen him look so valuable. You grabbed his face with both hands pulling him into another kiss. Vampires feel things ten times more then humans. A little crush felt like full blown love. And being in love is incredible. You pulled back. Looking at Klaus ripping his shirt completely off. He grinned flashing that devilish smile. Before pulling you into another kiss. He turned you both around fast so your back was against the wall. As he ripped your shirt off before kissing you back. You smiled into the kiss as he pressed himself close too you. “Klaus?” You both pulled back. Stunned seeing Caroline standing there. Right at the doorway. You quickly tried to close together your ripped apart your shirt too have some Dignity. Also so Caroline doesn’t notice your Black sport bra. Klaus sighed heavily as he spoke “what is it Caroline?” “I need Help. Stefan is missing.” Klaus surprised you. And Caroline with his response “well. I’m a tad busy at the moment Caroline.” Caroline rolled her eyes saying she was serious she needed his help when she noticed you. “Holly Crap! Y/N you’re a vampire?” Nodding your head weakly she shook her head stepping closer too Klaus, “Klaus I need your help please!” Klaus sighed heavily as he spoke, “like always Caroline your timing is horrible!” He turned too face you kissing you. It was a quick kiss but he made sure it was passionate. As he cupped your face, “I’ll find you in a bit. After Caroline and her dramatic life dilemma is done. Then we can finish.” “training or this?” You asked as he grinned ignoring Carolines huffs and Puffs as he kissed you quickly, “Both.” You laughed at that as Klaus escorted Caroline out of the room. You breathed deeply and debated on other going for a 7 mile run too work out your now Frustration or a freezing cold shower!. You decided both.

[selenecrawford]

Selene Crawford: The Lady, The Promise, The Kiss

Warning: Cursing and a bit mild sexual scene

Nobunaga walked with a purpose to his meeting with Kincaid. When he set the meeting late night the day before, Kincaid was reluctant until he heard about the shooting. It was then that he told Nobunaga to bring all of his men as soon as possible to the docks. Approaching the entrance he met with Hideyoshi, Mitsurani and Mitsuhide.

“Where is Kincaid?”

“We just arrived a couple of minutes ago. Ever since we here, I got the feeling that we are being watched.” said Hideyoshi taking a look around.

“My, always late for the party Hideyoshi. This place is really kind of unique, considering what it's real purpose is.” Mitsuhides comment just earned a frown of disapproval but nothing else. He on the other hand was excited, finally the forbidden den was opened for him to explore and dig it's secrets. Too bad she wasn't here to see her face. An yet, he wouldn't want her to get hurt. The girl felt like a kindred spirit. But at the same time he also wanted to protect her. It was a shame that she choose the dragon instead of him. Chasing her away from his mind he started walking when little red dots appeared from nowhere next to him.

“I thought we were allowed in there? Are we missing something?” putting his hands up Mitsuhide turned around looking for the snipers. “A Secret handshake or,...”

“Ah this is why you were banned from here young Akechi. That tongue of yours and your eyes of a sly fox. No wonder they don't want you here. You should be humble and grateful, after all you finally got in, isn't it?” the old voice echoed thru the space with a hint of sneer and almost regret.

“Thanks for coming Kincaid.” Nobunaga approached the old man with caution extending his hand to salute him.

“Ah, Oda is nice to see you here. I see you brought everyone. Follow me they are w” he gave a look at Mitsuhide still with his hands up. “Come and if any warning is good, don't stray from the path we are walking, or you won't come out of this place ever again.”

“I guess that's for you Mitsuhide.” said Hideyoshi passing him by while following Kincaid.

The path was thru the whole fish market on the docks, Mitsurani kindly smiled to everyone and at some point a  Russian blue cat tag along. She meow sweetly and kept following Mitsurani. Meanwhile, Hideyoshi behaved like a gentleman with the ladies and the women. Nobunaga just observed the whole scene played out in silence. Mitsuhide took in into the place, from time to time counting the people who we ready to jump into them. Yes, this was getting amusing, interesting and maybe...dangerous. They kept walking for another half an hour until Nobunaga stopped. Kincaid turned around raising an eyebrow.

“Something wrong Lad?.”

“We been walking around the place for 30 minutes now, what's this?...”

“Ah, the Devil, The Brains, The Snake and the gentleman or perhaps mother hen? But some people are missing, I said bring everyone didn't I? Where is the Dragon? And the Do...”

“He is out of the equation...” Nobunaga cut it, only to be interrupted again.

“For now, I don't like to waste my time with this. That girl is such a troublesome thing. First the wedding now this. Where is she anyway?”

everyone turned to the right to see an old tall man walking to them. He seemed to be on his fifties with an old classic black with fine white stripes suit, leather shoes, a cane with the head of a Viper. Behind him Shingen and company were also walking.

“Great of you to join us. Shingen here is involved, so you will have to make a truce and come with us.” another old man appeared in front of them.

“And if we don't agree?” asked Nobunaga tentatively.

“Ah you live up to your reputation, Devil. Selene told me you were wise for your age so asking dumb questions is not wise. She has a lot of faith in you, even you Akechi.” the man answered with a sarcastic chuckle. “So you left her with the Dragon aren't you?” the old man continued to walk toward Nobunaga and stopped in from of him.

“It was the best choice, Masamune will take good care of her.” said Hideyoshi.

All the old men started laughing at once. Shingen's group and Nobunaga's exchange a confused look to each other. Only Kenshin was also laughing. After calming himself he said. “ The moment he gets outnumbered is over. That man does not do well on cases where he needs to protect people I believe the girl is still in danger.”

“Wrong, God of War, I'm surprised you haven't found out. That girl is such a stubborn thing sometimes. We didn't raise a fairy tale princess if that what you think. If the bad comes to worse she will be the perfect killing machine, but we made sure she never went down that path if she and the Dragon are truly soulmates as that old witch said they could wipe anything that dares to oppose them. Come, we need to talk.”

“You are still blabbing all those things Ian, that old woman died years ago. Stop spitting old nonsense.” Said the Old suit guy.

“Oh, piss off Lancelot, you know those where her last words, and so far Selene always, loved to hear her. I hope he takes good care of her. Because no one wants to see her pissed off like that time uh Kincaid? Come its getting cold.”

Nobunaga and Shingen started walking and their men followed.

Selene finally woke up sleeping next to Masamune. She slowly and calmly went out of the bed and washed her teeth and went to the  bag that was left on the floor of the room. Revising the things Hideyoshi packed were underwear a pair of sweat pants and a couple of t shirts. She was only wearing Masamune's shirt and felt her cheeks growing hot from embarrassment. Once she put on a sports bra, panties and the sweat pants, Selene started to explore the kitchen. The clock on the wall indicated that it was 3 am. She started to investigate the freezer when she felt his presence behind her. Putting an arm to block  her from leaving, Masamune rest his chin on her head and ask.

“Hungry?”

“Yeah, I was looking to make a simple sandwich. You?” she didn't move, her heart skipped a beat when he got close to her.

“I want a princess, rare,” both chuckled and Selene started taking things from the fridge.“Too bad there is none around here.”

Masamune took a bottle of water and opened it. Giving a long sip on the bottle. He stood next to Selene and said. “Meh, I spotting one in front of me right now.”  finishing with a wolfish smile.

“This princess stuff is getting old. First of all I'm not pretty, second will you stop...” any other reply died on her lips at the moment Masamune shut her up with kiss.

Selene closed her eyes and put her hands on his shoulders. Gripping the his shirt when her knees started to getting weak. Masamune assaulted her lips with a sweet yet firm demand. His tongue teasing her until Selene gave up and open her mouth with a soft moan. While one hand hold the base of her nape the other hand went down her shirt caressing her ribs and her stomach sending shivers, turning to the left he pin her between him and the counter. Lowering  his hands to each tight, Masamune lift her sitting her on the counter without stopping his assault. Masamune wasn't letting her think just feel, letting her know how much he wanted her. He didn't care about the damn scar, or anything only her. Reluctantly, he broke the kiss and touch her forehead with his. Both, were panting agitated trying to catch their breathing. Still Holding her by the thighs he took her to the sofa. He took a sit in the middle of the sofa and let her sit stranded on his lap. She now hugged him and rest her face on his chest. Hearing his heart beating as fast as hers Selene closed her eyes and let him caress her back.

After a couple of minutes, Selene  retire from his chest face him and spoke softly with a soft tremble in her voice. Her face was flushed red and her eyes like two shinning emeralds while her lips were swollen from the kiss.

“I'm not worthy of you...”

“It's me who is not worthy and yet I can't stop thinking about you. “

He saw her eyes opening wide and put her mouth on a fine line. “This is not a competition you know?. Who are thou worthy of who?” he couldn't help it and started laughing. “Lass, really? Now we got Shakespeare? I kissed you because it was the only way to let you know that I want you.  I want to know you better also, Selene. I like what I see, and I don't care if you are even a demon I want you ok?” the look of desire on his eyes sent a shiver to Selene.

The doubts were still there in her eyes he could see them. But also he saw something else. Everyone had a past, he knew that very well. But which past she had and how bad was only time will tell and her will tell.

“So you don't mind take things slow?” he hesitation was understandable.

“No kitten, with you I don't.” he looked her directly at the eyes.

Slowly Selene raised her hands to cup his cheeks and kiss him softly on the lips. “OK then can we go back to my sandwich? I'm starving.” with a smile Selene stood and offered her hand to Masamune.

“Right, lets get some food on that stomach.” he stood up kissed the back of Selene's hand and said.

“ I don't make promises but on this case I want to make an exception. I promised I will make sure you are always safe, no matter the situation.” Masamune looked intensely and serious.

Selene felt her heart pounding furiously on her chest, with a smile she squeezed his hand and said  “I want to make a promise to you too, Masamune Date, I will also protect you, no matter the situation, you are now mine to keep and cherish until the end. No matter what happens.”

“Hey, that sounded cooler than mine,” he frowned at her confused.

Giggling Selene replied “Common, is a promise, besides I'm cooler than you.” she just winked at him while going back to the kitchen.

“As if.” Masamune followed her into the kitchen intended to keep making her smile as long as he lived.

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[chrysolina]

My eternal love

Summary - The feeling of having, knowing and believing you have a totally unrequited love for someone can often make most people feel undeserving of such a pathetic fantasy in the future - but does everyone share that same view?

Pairings - Chris Evans x reader, Chris Evans x Jenny Slate, Reader x OC!

Warnings - swearing, angst, unexpected happenings

A/N - Here it is! Part 2 of My love! Enjoy! <3

“And that’s it, congratulations again Miss Y/L/N. We’ll see you on Monday,” the audition panel smiled and waved you off once you thanked them graciously and signed on the dotted paper, your signature being the last one they needed to begin filming ‘Practicion’.

You quickly wandered out of the studio hangar, zipped up well into your short tartan trench coat and out onto the forecourt where you were met by the cool LA January air that kissed your cheeks eagerly. Picking up your phone from your coat pocket, 6:13pm, the locksreen read. Jack would be here any minute now to pick you up and take you to dinner.

You scrolled aimelssly through your phone, your boredom quickly taking over. You took a quick glance at the three missed text messages you had and decided it should be wise to text back your sister and manager with whatever they were asking about or for. As if on its own, your thumb scrolled through the messages list and almost accidentally landed on the one name you swore you deleted - Crusty Evans - also known as, Chris Evans.

Your heart, mind and face cringed at the old nickname you had given him ages ago. It had been little over five months since you had last heard from Chris. From what the internet blogs, magazines and paparazzi rumours told you on an unnecessary week-to-week basis was that Jenny and Chris did spilt for a short amount of time but are - apparently - still ‘seeing each other’.

They must’ve been doing pretty well together since according to an inside source, the couple were last seen looking very happy out and around Tribeca, allegedly trying to find an apartment to live in together.

Why they had to come and live so close to where you and your family lived was beyond infuriating for you and your family.

However, your papa dismissed the idea that any of you would ever see them since ‘they are nobody’s to us’. ‘I wish I could believe you papa’ you thought to yourself as the words repeated themselves in your head ‘but they’ll always be someone’s in this world.”

Before your mind could digest the toxic thought of the couple together, a car horn cut through the chilly air and diverted your attention to where the noise came from.

An unmistakable sleek all black range rover was parked idle by the gates, waiting for someone - more specifically, you. Jack’s new car was certainly a beauty alright, wherever he went in it and wherever you saw it, the black luxury car demanded attention from onlookers - sometimes making you squirm in your seat on the days you’d accompany him somewhere.

In many respects, the car was very much like Jack himself.

Your face broke out into a smile as you pulled the the pricey car door open and was met by the charming Scotsman’s classic smirk. “Why good evenin’ m’lady,” Jack tried to charm you with his thickest Scottish accent possible which only made you laugh in return “did ya get the role?” He merely rolled his eyes at your laugh and began to turn the car around. “I sure did, got it with flying colours - apparently,” You squealed and jumped excitedly up and down in your seat and took Jack hand from the gearstick and shook it for effect.

“Alright you,” he pulled his hand away from your grip and focused back on the LA roads ahead of you “so where would you like to eat tonight? Wendy’s? Chick-fil-a? In-and-out?” Your stomach grumbled at the mere names of the fast food joints. “Wherever it is tho, food’s on me; got it? No buts, I insist.” Your lips turned upwards at Jack’s gentlemanly manner of buying you food.

Food, yes, that was what you were deciding on. After a second or two of short-wired thinking, your finally decided on where to eat. “How about we just go for a classic McDonalds, hm?” You watched eagerly as the Scotsman thought it through and twisted his face in (fake) thought. “Alright then, McDonalds it is.”

The rest of the car ride to the drive-thru was pleasantly quiet bar the sound of Jack’s playlist humming from the speakers. You weren’t bothered by that, you were just enjoying the sights of golden windows around you as the city lit up for the night.

“Tell me again Y/N,” Jack broke through the silence peacefully, making you whip your head around to the man before you “who and what is your role in this film?” The film - of course. You had even forgotten yourself considering first auditions were so long ago “Well, I am playing the role of the main romantic interest of her businessman-husband who is also a recovering drug addict. I think..” As hard as it was, you tried to pluck out who you actually were in the film through all the paperwork you had to sign today, scraping it as you did so.

“Hm, well so long as they have good teeth, you’ll be alright with kissing them huh?” Jack smirked at you and ran his tongue over his plush lips. You chuckled at the now-auburney haired Scot as you recalled the horror of your prom date all those years ago and how digusting his teeth looked once you got up close to kiss him. “Fingers crossed, just in case though,” you and Jack laughed again and watched as the Golden Arches of McDonadls came into view.

“So, what would miss Y/L/N like for food tonight hm? Burger? Fries? McFlurry? Or how about..Me?”

“Jack!”

•••••••

As if as the norm lately, your weekend spent up in the reclusive estates of Hollywood in your own little rented place was easy, relaxing and consisted of nothing more than eating your own home cooked meals, binge watching your favourite shows on Netflix, learning the new script as best as you could and sleeping until late.

It was a great way to ease yourself back into the rush of filming and took your mind off other minute things that floated around your mind.

Before you knew it, 9am rolled around quicker than anticipated and you found yourself being walked by an assistant to the main studio you’d just left that Friday before. Your eyes were quick to take everything in again, routes to the trailers, toilets etc - they all needed to be mapped out by yourself in due course.

Trotting through the main doors to the first - of many - sets and waited whilst the assistant went to look for the director and other cast members.

In the meantime, to calm your nerves, you began to smooth out your short black pencil skirt and toyed wth the sleeves of your white and black lined tailored jacket. In all fairness, your looks were definitely matching up to your status in Hollywood - clean, sweet and professional.

Everything most directors looked for in an actor or actress.

“Where is she?!” The booming voice of the director could be heard throughout the building, making you wince at the volume of his gruff voice.

All of a sudden, out of a door in the distance burst out a short, slightly chubby middle aged tanned man with a thick lit cigarette hanging from his seemingly chapped lips - lined by a grey black moustache. His hair was a little scarse, Black and grey in areas and cut very short - but overall, he looked pleasant enough.

“Ah you must be the infamous Y/N Y/L/N! Welcome welcome, it’s an absolute honour to have you here today.” The director began to talk to you but all you could pick up on was his familiar New York- Italian accent - one that you’d most definitely have if it wasn’t for travelling the world.

“Please, sir; the honour’s all mine,” you quickly thanked his graces about you and excused them as silly and unfitting for someone like yourself. “Oh please darlin’, you’re worth all the hype.”

The director winked at you and shot you a genuine smile in return, one you mirrored almost instantly “and don’t worry about the ‘sir’ thing Y/N, just call me Joe,” before you could thank him on the comfort of calling him his real name, Joe shouted out - seemingly - to his PA that stood a few metres away.

“Marie! Darlin, call him back in,” the young lady only nodded and trotted off someone to the side of the set behind a wall to find someone.

“I’ve yet to introduce you to your co-stars haven’t I?” Your voice was a blubber out of the new oncoming embarrassment and only trusted your head to do the talking, nodding in agreement. Your newest crew had evidently caught wind of your arrival were quick inforce to come and see, greet and meet you.

“Sir, I got him. He’s comin’ now,” the PA quickly shouted out from the wall she disappeared from and disappeared around it again.Who were they on about? Was it your other romantic interest - the drug addict businessman? Who knows.

Before your mind festered any more, you could hear the imminent of clicking heels aiming from the wall the PA came from. Surely it couldn’t have been a woman - the footing of his person was too deep and long to be that of someone in heels.

“Y/N, I’d like you to meet your main co-star, the Chris Evans.”

‘Oh shit!’

••••••

Time seemed infinate and everlasting as you sat hunched over in the plush leather chair you were given in your trailer. Judging by your emotionless stare into nowhere specific, anyone looking at you would say you’re just daydreaming, sleepy or even bored - but you were far from any of those things.

Your mind was running at a million miles a minute, every stupidly minute thought you ever pushed aside during the past five months had all resurfaced and were causing your poor brain havoc.

You wished it wasn’t true - no, you prayed in your hands and knees that this was all just some silly joke. He wasn’t really going to be the actor you’d actually have to kiss and be romantic to once the cameras were rolling, was he? He couldn’t have been - why Chris?

He had marvel films and soon-to-be broadway appearances to be dealing with, he shouldn’t really be here in reality. Maybe this was all just a big fat mistake; a joke that everyone will laugh off in a couple of hours, right? Well...one can hope, you supposed.

With your back to your trailer’s door, your mind allowed you to think that the assistant who was getting lunch for everyone had come back and came with food, so without caution you just called out “The door’s open,” and expected the assistant to waltz in on her own accord.

“Hey, I - uh - brought some lunch for you.” That voice - damn that smooth Boston accented voice - it was here, right behind you. Just over a metre away from you stood the (anxious) man of your nightmares these past couple of months. At the mere sound of his voice, you shot up out to the chair you resides in and whipped your head around to look at him dead in the eye.

The look of shock-horror plastered your face like a pantomime mask, you just couldn’t help it. It was agiven reaction and so was Chris’ in all fairness. He was bewildered by the look on your face and only sent his brain further into it’s shell, his anxiety picking up that bit more. With the paper bag in one hand, Chris began rubbing the nape of his neck and shoulder - a habit you found to have stemmed from his anxiety.

“I thought maybe we could - uh - catch up or well, moreso me apologising for..everything.” It wasn’t until the end of his sentence he finally looked back into your eyes, your posture suddenly relaxing that little bit more, understanding that Chris had only good intentions from being here.

Moving away from your armchair, you decided to collect your lunch from Chris and serve it up - Chicken Caesar salad - your new favourite. Chris quickly gave you the paper bag and watched you help yourself to cutlery, bowls and bottles of water from the stylish yet homely mini kitchen.

“Would it be wrong of me to imagine that you have a bit of a grudge against me right now?” There it was - you wondered how long it’d take for the confident, assured Chris to come through again - evidently not long enough.

“No, you’d be bang on the money,” you huffed and began tossing the salad in the ceramic bowl, those blue eyes continuously boring into your uncomfortable frame - just like the did the whole time you met your fellow cast members- Chris got on your heels the whole time.

“Lucky me hmm,” Chris hummed to himself, tucked his hands in his tan jean pockets, making the light blue shirt he wore bulge around his Adonis-like muscles and leant against the dresser. Why this had to feel like some sort of meetup by two ex’s was beyond you but you thought nothing of it as you set your salad, bottle and cutlery down in the space you were intending to eat from. That was until Chris wedged his body into you, preventing you from moving.

“Y/N, we - I can’t keep doing this. This whole avoidance game, I’ve had enough.” His eyes looked down into yours with a heat that you couldn’t stand on a day like today. Much like him, his look was strong and confident and it made you squirm in your spot.

“I don’t think there’s much more I can say to get us out of this limbo, Chris.” You dared not to look into those eyes and tried to turn away from him, but in just one breath of air, his muscular form was now pressed up against you; breasts to chest, stomach to stomach, you were officially toast.

“Oh I beg to differ Y/N. There’s nothing more Jack can say for you but I think you’re a completely different picture. You have a lot more to say, don’t you darlin’..” you watched intently as Chris’ hand slid out from his tan jeans and out to play with the hem of your jacket.

The air between you was palpable, you could feel his short warm breaths tickling the apex of your neck, the way his muscles rippled against your body after every movement he made. The air was choking you and you hated it.

“Perhaps I do, but I think you’ll find my words will have a very similar ring to Jack’s,” a sudden burst of confidences surged through your veins and made you straighten your spine in defiance to this beautiful menace. Your confindence led you to look right where you didn’t want to and only found hunger in return. Chris’ eyes were lit up with an unmentionable hunger that you couldn’t digest, making you quiver even more.

“Tell me something darlin’, are you and that McCallister a thing? Are you two..dating?” You continuously locked eye contact with the actor and winched in pain as his smirk grew wider, deeper and more mischievous by the second.

“N-no. We’re just very - very - good friends. Nothin’ more!” You denied all the claims Chris tried to pin on you feverishly, trying through every means to keep your image of Jack clean as possible. However, it was evident in Chris’ furrowed brows and darkened stare, he wasn’t having it today.

“Not even friends with benefits? ‘Cause I’ve seen plenty of pictures of you and him together and nothin’, not one inch of those pictures tell me that you’re just friends.” How it was even possible that Chris’ tone could drop another two or three octaves was beyond you. The deep rumble of his chest against yours and the bitterness of his tone solidified your thoughts, he was jealous.

Deciding that now might not be the time to push any buttons, you tried your best to put out the fire Chris had started. “I - I think that’s something you’d have to ask Jack himself. I can’t comment for him if he does have feelings for me.”

“Oh,” Chris chided mockingly, his hand stopping all movement on your jacket “So he does have feelings for you? Aren’t I a genius..” still refusing to make even the slightest bit of eye contact, you tried to wriggle out of his imaginative hold - failing miserably as you did so.

At the thought of you wriggling away, Chris’ hand flew to waist and gripped you possessively tight - he just had to know if you had fallen for the Scotsman over him - he had to. “And do you reciprocate these feelings for him? Hm?”

“Maybe in d-due time..” They do say that the heart is very very precious and Chris knew no different.

His heart dropped ten miles underground at your confession and his eyes began to prick with the hot tears of nearing heartbreak. You were refusing to give in to him - something was holding you back from him and he had to find out what or die trying.

“And what about now?” He chided coolly, the change in tone made you look at him scrutinisingly. “Honestly Y/N, do you have feelings for him as of right now?”

“I don’t...” to think such a small sentence could lift his heart was unbelievable to Chris but filled him with internal joy all the same. Instead of easing up on his hold on you, Chris chose to close in on you even further and cage you in his arms - your body stuck between his and the dresser behind.

“And do you have any feelings for anyone in particular right now?” You knew what he wanted to hear right now, hell - you were close to giving him it. But with being so close to him and in the full knowledge that he had a girlfriend - you weren’t so keen to give him what he wanted.

“Not especially, no.” You deadpanned your time and took to looking straight into his eyes again, watching his eyebrows shoot up his face in undeniable shock.

“Not even for someone like..me?” He chided at you again and pressed his body closer to yours, angling you in such a way one could call it erotic - you, however, begged to differ entirely.

“I think you know the answer to that question, Christopher.” You snorted at his high-hopes, hoping and praying he’d just leave you alone to eat your untouched salad.

Your heart and mind were tearing apart by the seams, one half of you wanted to slap, kick and hit him in all the places it’d hurt the most, the other half of you just wanted to jump his bones here and now, give in to himself and indulge your worst thoughts.

But that would never come to be.

“I actually don’t, do please enlighten me on it.” His mischievous smirk had returned again for the worse and cranked up the anger metre in your mind.

“Fine! You win! I did have feelings for you, yes; I was bordering on loving you, yes. But that and everything else were all ruined the day you decided that fucking bitch you still call girlfriend!” You yelped in anger, pain and grief and tried to push Chris away by his chest, failing in doing so entirely. The tears that were stashed away were now making an appearance and began to stream down your clenched face, ruining your mascara and eyeliner in the process.

Chris didn’t know what to do with this information, you had just confessed that you were romantically attracted to the man and here he was, dumbfounded and generally reeling. He didn’t believe Jack’s word on the phone, he thought they were just to dig at him but now - now, god he was so wrong. “W-what girlfriend?”

“Don’t play stupid now Chris, you know who I’m talking about..” your voice wavered and cracked at his stupidity over the situation.

“Oh, we’re talking about Jenny now, are we?” His voice was suddenly pointed, shard and bitterly cold and made you shiver in fear over what’d he’d say next.

“Who fucking else would I be on about, Chris?”

“Considering I’ve been single since December, I’m finding it hard to think about any ‘girlfriend’ I’m with as of right now..” you felt his head tilt upwards and a heave of air rush from his lips. “I’m calling bullshit, Chris.” You winced in memory of seeing the claims all across the internet, Jenny spending Christmas with his family, the house-hunting, all of it, how could it all be a lie?

“You really think I’m bullshitting right now? Really Y/N?” Chris’s chin came to rest upon your head and you felt the familiar hands wrap around your shorter frame, hugging you tenderly close to him, your hands still stuck in shock on his chest. “You’d be surprised..” you sighed into the tender warm hold of the actor, a feeling you dearly missed, feelings or no feelings at all.

“You have no clue how much I’ve been hurting these past months Y/N, I didn’t think I could want anyone as much as Jenny..but fuck, did you screw me over..” chris chucked at the memories of him reeling over the new found feelings he had for you, realising you weren’t with him anymore and no longer share the same feelings. “Is that meant to be a good thing or a bad thing? I’m having a hard time telling right now Chris..” he laughed again at your sarcastic, straight-to-the-point question, your charm never ceases to leave you after all this time.

“It’s a very good thing, well..that’s if you still feel the same way as you did back then.” He remived his hands from your frame and cupped your wet cheeks in his hands to look at you thoroughly. You looked at him with such a look of longing chris just couldn’t help what he did next. He’d be damned if he never did it and would regret it for the rest of his life.

Wordlessly, Chris quickly joined your lips together in a smouldering yet very endearing kiss. His lips moved and slid between your perfectly, like a missing piece of a jigsaw, fitting you perfectly. Your hands froze open on his chest, your eyes forced wide open at the sudden intimate contact.

It wasn’t until Chris began to move his lips slowly against your own that you realised it - you finally realised that no matter how much pain was done, how much you tried to combat your feelings with denial, you still loved the bastard with all your heart - and that was something you could never change.

Before Chris could pull away in heartbreak over your refusal of his love, you yanked in shirt forward into you and kissed him as if it was the last time, your hands running up his neck and found purchase on his prickly hairy cheeks. Your kiss wasn’t anything like Chris’, trepardising in some areas and soft; yours was passionate and fierce, the kind of kiss the two of you would have to fight for dominance over.

Pulling away slowly, the two of you held your stare into each other’s eyes and lost each other in them. You wanted to kiss him again, and again and again but instead, you focused only on him, the man you fell for so stupidly. Instead of holding you for longer, chris decided to take purchase in the plush seat on front of the dresser and sat you in his lap, his eyes never leaving yours as he relished in the feeling of you playing with the ends of his slightly longer than usual hair.

“My god..where have you been my whole life?” Chris whispered and shook his head in bewilderment and listened to the melodic tune of your giggle ring in his ear. “Right under your nose, silly..” you swiped the bottom of his nose with your index finger and ran your fingers through his growing beard. This had to have been a dream, you didn’t believe for one minute that this was happening - you were actually in Chris’ lap stroking his face like a lovesick baby.

“How will I ever make it up to you Y/N?” He whipsered quietly, running his fingers along your tack and up and down your arm in a soothing manner. You smiled warmly at the softness of the question and thought over how he could make it up to you. “Well, I think it’d take an awful lot of hugs, kisses, time and attention just for being such a bad boy..” you smiled like a Cheshire Cat once his eyes fluttered closed at the sensation of your hands soothing his face, a knowing smirk then beginning to grow after you finished talking.

“What?” You laughed at the smirk on those heavenly lips “you do know I’ll always be a bad boy when I’m around you, right?” You sighed and shook your head at Chris’ mark and only embraced his frame, your hands wrapped around the back of his neck. “Not in public you won’t, will you?” You whispered into his neck firmly whilst your lips found their way around his neck, sucking and kissing certain areas.

“For you darlin’, I’ll be your angel and your devil.”

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A/N - I just wanna thank everyone for reading this little fic going on and hoped everyone enjoyed it as much as I did! <33

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[dwarvencraftsdirectfromorzammar]

Corpse Roads

So i watched Original Sin and i thought i would write something small for it. I had so many ideas that went nowhere and i ended up with this. I feel like its all over the place but i cant spend more time thinking about it so im posting it. Also part 2 is written already, it just needs to brew aka lay in my docs till im satisfied with it.

He's dying, slowly bleeding out in empty train carriage and he thinks about a lot of things.

He thinks about his work as a policeman, work that made him human again, work that mattered and fulfilled him.

He thinks about his mother, knowing she is safe, taken care of and finally - hopefully with some peace. Hoping that this would not break that fragile peace.

He thinks about Sophie and her warm little smiles, hoping she won't be sad for long, that she won't feel guilty. That she will find happiness in Macau or wherever her heart might take her.

He thinks of Lu Zi Ming. Man who didn't kill her sister. Father of man he almost killed because of that. He wonders about him for a second. Would he feel better if Lu Zi Ming was one to actually do it, knowing he is behind bars? Would he be able to take his revenge if there was one to take on him?

He thinks about his work for Mr. Chen, how miserable he was with it and how good he was at it. He will miss it, like you miss a memory long passed that warms you occasionally.

He thinks of Egg Waffle, his colorful shirt after his vacation in Thailand. And Lao Gao, Lao Shi and whole unit.

He thinks of his sister, how much he misses her and that finally he will be able to say sorry to her. He hopes that she will forgive him.

He thinks of Lu Li. He won't be able to keep his promise to him. But this is for the best. Even his death will be fight for his happiness.

He thinks of everyone and is full of hope.

He thinks of Lu Li. And he hopes.

First few weeks Chi Zhen is strictly forbidden to leave his bed let alone the house. In his pitiful state, recovery is painfully slow.

He is trapped in uncomfortable bed with nothing to pass the time but watch the sun move behind the blinds. Room smelled awful to begin with but the oppressive heat makes everything worse. With yellow cracking paint on the walls and bloody floors nobody bothers to clean it's like he is waiting for a butcher. Chi Zhen feels like one big festering wound you constantly pick at until it bleeds and then leaves a nasty scar. It would be better he was dead. Better to put him to rest.

So Lu Li doesn't have to choose, doesn't have to act, can focus on his happiness only. So his mother doesn't have to go thru the humiliation, her remnant child, a killer at large. It's better to die, to make their choice for them.

From his makeshift hospital bed he plots and plans, pulls on every string, calls on every favor that can kill Chi Zhen and bury him for good. With a little bit of help he ties some of the loose threads and leaves Lanya. He thanks his saviors with 'I owe you’ and he knows they will come collecting if death won't be faster.

After Chi Zhen leaves Lanya he can finally breathe easy. Knot in his chest loosens and fresh air finally enters his lungs.

That knot pulls itself tight again after he arrives in Hong Kong. Choices waiting in Hong Kong are somewhat familiar and completely new. There is a choice of how to live and if Chi Zhen slips back into familiar but new crowds, familiar and new routines he tells himself over and over it was not just a choice born out of desperation.

He wonders about Lu Li's reaction, it doesn't matter. He is good at this job, that's what matters. Still, Chi Zhen despise Hong Kong, with the worst it's everything like home and best is nothing like at home. One room dingy apartment, in never quiet neighborhood is his home now. Stream of people milling around, having muffled conversations behind his doors are a constant now and sleepless nights are chased away only with a bottle of rum in his system. Colorful lights behind windows are always illuminating the filth in his flat but he can't be bothered to even begin to clean anything. Overall, it's miserable situation so he fills his head with what ifs.

If he returns home he is going to buy his own apartment or better yet, a house. Closer to work and closer to the retirement home, somewhere you can hear only birds and leafs outside your windows. He is going to fill it with ridiculous and ugly expensive carpets, that you hang on the walls that his many guests would marvel at. To match the carpets there would be delicate and colorful tea sets that nobody would ever touch. Sitting behind glass, picturesque and useless. There would be parties held every second week, that kind, where you sit around talking instead dance around drinking.

If he could return to Lu Li he would endlessly tease him about how ugly he looked when he cried at the scrapyard, telling him it didn't matter because he was the only one to see it. Chi Zhen would invite him to his new house and wait for Lu Li to tell him its most ridiculous thing he saw. And Chi Zhen would answer - ridiculous is good as long it's by your side. Then he would point out he has particular outfits to match with carpets and tea sets and Lu Li would burst out laughing, trying to hide his face behind his hands.

If his mother accepted his apologies and his hugs he would take her to that dream house, with two nurses and everything she asked for. Chi Zhen would cook her favorite foods as she once did for him, make jasmine tea every night to drink with her even when he hates it.

If Lu Li would allow it, he would spoil Yinuo rotten, buy her that toy that caught his eye last week, take her to see all of Lanya while telling her tales of rest of the world.

If Chi Zhen had the courage, he would go back to Lu Li's side and never leave.

His head is so full of what ifs and he can't breathe. He stops thinking of what ifs and he breaths just a little easier.

Chi Zhen keeps track, he keeps track of everything.

He knows every word said in the halls of retirement home. He knows of every little thing that happens in Hua City Police Department. From investigation into Dong Lingqi, which is honestly so stupid and risky, to Lao Shi's daughter expecting a second baby.

He carefully stores every bit of knowledge and tries to take deep breaths.

Everything happens so fast, Chi Zhen is no longer a wanted man in Lanya and Lu Li gets a promotion. And still Chi Zhen doesn't want to leave Hong Kong, or he can't leave Hong Kong.

He saw Lu Li on TV that day, in pristine looking uniform talking about achievements of Hua City Police Department and Chi Zhen wasn't really listening.

He saw Lu Li, all sharp angles, jaw set tight, talking about justice and all he could think of was that he has no right. He has no right to go back, to crush into his life like nothing happened. Like they could just continue where it stopped, like Lu Li waited for him to come back. So Chi Zhen just smiles at the image in front of him. Lu Li looks good, comfortable in his new position, healthy with solid weight and pretty color in his cheeks. Chi Zhen hopes he is happy and shuts down the TV.

He starts thinking about his future in Hong Kong, what he really wants to do and he stops thinking about Hong Kong shortly after, when he gets the news that his mother is sick.

[klaineanummel]

eighteen going on extinct 9/20

Kurt Fabray just wants to relax after a tough week at school, but that is shown to be impossible when he realizes that his absent father has once again blown into town. Not wanting to spend more time around him than necessary, Kurt goes to his old babysitters house, the one place he feels safe when his father is in town. While there, he stumbles upon a secret he knows he was never meant to find out - one that could change the entire course of his life.

An AU very loosely based on Mamma Mia.

Hey everyone!! Sorry I haven't updated in like, a week lol real life is a bit crazy for me right now. I'm hoping to update twice more this week, since I think I only updated once last week!!

WARNING for this chapter: discussion of drug addiction and the shitty behaviour that can come from it (behaviour that, in this chapter, is directed at a child).

A small note as well: please remember that this story is being told from Kurt's POV, and Kurt does not have all the information (or really, any information) regarding certain things.

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Somehow, Kurt manages to avoid Puck almost completely since his return home. He does see him briefly on Friday when he gets home from the shift he had after school, but he hurries into the bathroom for a shower before the man can say anything. By the time he’s done showering (having taken at least fifteen minutes longer than he usually does), Puck is either back in Quinn’s room, or has gone out. Kurt doesn’t really care which.

He knows his mom talked to him about coming home drunk, and she said he told her it wouldn’t happen again, that it was a one-time thing, yada-yada, but Kurt isn’t sure he believes him. He can tell by the way his mom tells it that she doesn’t really believe him either.

On Saturday, he just barely manages to avoid Puck as he leaves the house, quickly hurrying out the front door just as he sees his mom’s door opening. He knows he won’t be able to keep this up forever, but he’s glad to do it for as long as possible. The less he has to see of the man, the better.

He texts Blaine all through his bus ride to work, complaining about having to work at all. Blaine tries to sympathize, but he doesn’t get very far when Kurt reminds him that he gets to sit at a chair by a computer all day. Kurt will be on his feet making sandwiches for angry Lima Losers for six hours.

It’s busy, which means everyone around him is a human shaped ball of stress for his entire shift, but it also makes things go by decently quickly.

Blaine walks into the restaurant about two minutes before Kurt’s shift ends. Kurt grins seeing him, then glances back to check that the manager on duty, Tara, is busy with the drive-thru. There’s no line for the first time all day, so he heads up to the cash register and waves Blaine up.

“Don’t you have to go wipe tables or something?” he bites at the cashier, an obnoxious junior from McKinley. She rolls her eyes but goes to do it, grumbling under her breath about him the whole way.

“Quick, what do you want?” Kurt asks, glancing to check his manager is still busy.

Blaine raises an eyebrow in suspicion but gives him his order. Kurt punches it all in, asking, “No mayo, right?” when he gets to the burger.

“What? No, you can keep the mayo on.”

“But last time you were here you brought your burger back because it had mayo. You said it ‘wasn’t for you’.”

“Yeah,” Blaine chuckles. “I meant that literally. The burger wasn’t for me. It was Burt’s.” He shrugs. “He’s had some heart issues, so I try and keep him healthy.”

“What a great foster son you are,” Kurt says, smirking as he punches his own order in alongside Blaine’s. He goes to check out, and hits the Manager Meal button, quickly punching in the general manager’s code.

The receipt prints out, and Kurt slaps it on the tray next to cash register. “I’ll just go make this,” he says, hurrying back to his station. He throws their sandwiches together quickly, then shoves them into a bag along with two large fries.

“Here,” he hands the bag and two medium cups to Blaine. “Coke for me, okay? No ice.”

“Um, Kurt,” Blaine says, stopping him from running to the back. “I didn’t pay.”

Kurt just wiggles his eyebrows, before heading to the back.

“I’m leaving,” he tells his manager as he passes, not bothering to stick around and hear her response. He hurries to the change room, pulling on his clean clothes after he discards his disgusting uniform into a plastic bag. He then shoves his uniform into his backpack and pulls his shoes on, kicking his work shoes into a corner of the change room before he leaves.

He clocks out when he reaches the front cash, plugging his code in quickly and leaving before his hour slip even finishes printing.

Blaine is sitting at a table by the drink fountain. He holds the bag of food up as Kurt approaches. “Did we steal this?”

“No, I punched it in,” Kurt says. “Come on, let’s go.”

“Kurt-”

“Blaine, the guy that owns this place makes like, twenty grand a day, minimum. I make minimum wage.” Blaine still looks uncertain, so Kurt rolls his eyes. “I do this all the time, oh my god. It’s why Ashley gave me her code, because she knows it’s insane that we get paid peanuts and are still expected to pay for our own food here.”

“I don’t know if you doing it all the time makes it better or worse.”

“Better, obviously,” Kurt says. “Now can we go? I’m tired of being in this dump.”

“Fine,” Blaine says. “But just know that I feel dirty about this.”

“I can live with that,” Kurt replies, pushing the exit open and holding an arm out for Blaine to go first. Blaine rolls his eyes, though Kurt can see the fondness behind it, and walks out.

It’s chilly, as Kurt predicted, and so they get on the bus and head back to Blaine’s house. They munch on their food as they go, sharing Kurt’s earphones and watching Lima go by. Not that there’s much to watch.

They get off downtown and switch to the bus to Lima Heights, thankfully only having to wait a few minutes before it arrives.

When they sit down, Kurt turns to Blaine and says, “Sorry you had to come out all this way just to turn around and come back.”

Blaine shrugs and shoves the last of his fries into his mouth. “I wanted Wendy’s, and I knew this was a possibility. I don’t mind.”

“You’re something else,” Kurt says, smirking at Blaine’s chipmunk cheeks.

“What’s that mean?” Blaine slurs around the fries in his mouth.

“It means exactly what I said,” Kurt says. Blaine glares at him and begins chewing with purpose, which just makes Kurt’s smirk turn to chuckles.

They get off at the bus stop right in front of Burt’s garage. Kurt looks over at it, wondering if Burt is there, or if he’s where they’re headed.

“Burt’s working,” Blaine answers for him. “It’s why I’m doing this at all. He’d kill me if he knew I was having junk food again so soon, especially since I’ve been on him about eating healthier.”

“Won’t he know when he sees the bag in the garbage?”

Blaine smirks as they begin to walk, turning down a tiny side-street away from the garage. “I’m sneaky.”

“You? Yeah, right.”

Blaine raises an eyebrow, smiling, clearly amused. “Yeah, right, me, the foster kid who rarely had possessions of his own and had to keep the ones he did have safe from foster parents or siblings, or other kids in group homes, who might take them from him. How would I ever learn to be sneaky?”

“Okay, point taken,” Kurt says with a smile. His smile turns to a concerned frown quickly, though, and he asks, “Did foster parents really take your stuff?”

Blaine shrugs. “Some of them. A lot always seemed to think the checks they would get would be for way more, so they would throw all my tattered toys out because they said they’d get me new ones. Then the first check would come, and they realized it was basically just enough to keep me alive, so the toys wouldn’t get replaced. It didn’t take me long to learn how to keep the things I treasure hidden.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah,” Blaine shakes his head. “Anyway, enough about that. This is me,” he leads them up a small pathway to a small, but detached, house.

He unlocks the door and hurries inside, Kurt following him quickly.

“I’m going to get rid of this,” Blaine says, holding the empty take-out bag out and heading further into the house.

The entrance hallway leads straight into the living room, and Kurt peaks in. He knows he shouldn’t snoop too much, but he also doesn’t want to waste the opportunity. He’s in the mysterious Burt Hummel’s house, after all. Nobody else will tell him anything about the man, and Kurt still has about a billion questions.

The living room is sparsely decorated. It’s basically just a large room with a TV, a coffee table, and a couch. There are a few cans of beer on the coffee table, and a cozy-looking blanket draped over the edge of the couch. Kurt doesn’t really care about that, though. He turns his eyes to the walls; there’s only a couple of pictures hanging there, but he’s hoping they’ll give him a tiny bit of insight into the man’s life.

Most of the images look older, almost all of them featuring a much younger Burt Hummel with far more hair. The only recent picture is a gorgeous 8x10 of Burt and Blaine, probably taken down at the Walmart photocenter. They’re both grinning like loons, and Burt has his hand on Blaine’s shoulder. They look like father and son.

“That was my first week here,” Blaine says, suddenly behind Kurt. Kurt startles a little, and Blaine whispers a quiet, “Sorry,” and places a hand on the small of Kurt’s back, as if that will make the apology sincerer. His hand falls away quickly, and Kurt instantly misses its warmth.

“I would never have guessed,” Kurt says, still staring up at the picture. “You look like a family.”

“I already felt like we were one,” Blaine says. “Burt’s the only foster parent I’ve had whose gone so out of his way to make me feel at home and welcome so fast. The picture was his idea, actually. He said his one regret from not having kids is not getting to take those cheesy family portraits,” Kurt glances over at him and sees him smiling wide. “So, of course, we had to go out and get the cheesiest family portrait possible.”

“I think it’s nice,” Kurt says, still looking at Blaine.

“Me, too,” Blaine replies. “You know, he’s the first of my foster parents to go out of their way to get a picture with me?” He shakes his head, eyes on the image. “And he did it just a week in. He’s… he’s something else.”

“I can tell,” Kurt says, feeling a strange tug in his heart, one he doesn’t quite understand.

He looks past the picture on the wall, onto the next one, a little higher on the wall, and quite a bit to the left. He frowns, stepping in front of Blaine to walk toward it. “Burt’s married?”

It’s definitely a wedding photo, and the man is definitely Burt, though he looks a lot younger than he currently does. Kurt would say it has to be from at least fifteen years ago, not just from the quality, but from the style of dress. It’s the same type of dress his mom always said she’d wanted if she’d gotten married.

“He was,” Blaine says, following Kurt to the picture. “A long time ago.”

“What happened?” Kurt asks, though he’s pretty sure he already knows. Not a lot of divorced people keep framed pictures of their weddings hanging up on their living room walls.

“She passed away,” Blaine replies, confirming Kurt’s suspicions. “Pretty soon after they married, as far as I know.”

Kurt looks back to him, tilting his head a little. “He hasn’t told you the story?”

“Not in full,” Blaine says. “Just that he had a wife, he loved her a lot, but she passed away about fifteen years ago.”

“That’s so sad,” Kurt says, then instantly feels stupid. “God, of course it is. Who says that?”

“No, I agree,” Blaine says, his eyes on the image. “It is sad.”

“And he never remarried?”

“Not as far as I know,” Blaine replies with a shrug. “I’m sure he’s dated, and stuff, but I don’t think it ever got serious.”

“He must be so lonely,” Kurt can’t help but think aloud.

“I think he is,” Blaine says. “I think… Well, I’m pretty sure it’s why he signed up for the foster care program. I’m sure after fifteen years it’s nice to have somebody around the house, even if it’s an annoying teenage boy.”

“You? Annoying?” Kurt turns to him with a smirk. “Yeah, right.”

“He’s always telling me how sassy I am.”

“Oh, okay, sassy, yes. Annoying, not so much.”

Blaine grins. “Sweet talker.”

Kurt winks, before turning back to the picture. “You know it,” he says, though the flirtatious tone drops halfway through the sentence.

“We should probably go to my room,” Blaine says after a few moments of silence. “You know, to avoid distractions.”

“Yeah,” Kurt agrees, eyes still on the picture. “Probably.”

“Come on,” Blaine nods toward the stairs. “My room is in the basement.”

Kurt takes a couple more seconds to stare at the image. This is the man who his mom cheated on Puck with. This man, smiling at another woman like she hung the moon and the stars in the sky. Was he already with her when he was seeing Quinn? Is that why it’s a big secret? Because he was having an affair on a woman who ended up dead?

“Kurt?” Blaine puts his hand on Kurt’s wrist gently. “Come on, let’s go. You owe me a story.”

He stares at the image for a split second more, thinking to himself of the story his mother owes him.

“Right,” he says. “Sorry. I’m coming.”

Blaine’s room is dark and cozy. The basement is small and has been decorated to look entirely like a bedroom. The only lighting seems to come from a couple of lamps scattered around the room, giving it an intimate vibe that makes Kurt’s heart race. He can’t help but glance over at the double bed tucked into a corner of the room, instantly imaging himself pushing Blaine onto it.

He really needs to get over this silly crush.

Blaine leads him to a loveseat set up by a sparsely populated bookshelf. Kurt wonders if the books on there are ones that Blaine managed to salvage from his past homes, or ones that Burt purchased for him when he arrived.

“Sit,” Blaine says, falling onto the couch easily. Kurt follows suit, tucking one leg under the other, and angling himself so that he’s mostly facing Blaine. “Okay, now talk. I want to know if any of my theories are correct.”

Kurt raises an eyebrow, trying not to laugh. “You have theories on my life?”

“Yeah, a few. Mostly immaculate conception type stuff.”

Kurt can’t help it. He lets out a loud snort. “Yeah, right. Trust me, I was the exact opposite of an immaculate conception.”

“Oh, really?” Blaine shuffles closer to him. “Curiosity piqued. Tell me more.”

“Okay, I guess we’re starting there,” Kurt takes a deep breath, trying to figure out how to phrase this. “So, I don’t… really know who my dad is?”

“Curiosity further piqued.”

Kurt smiles at Blaine’s antics. He’s so glad that Blaine isn’t being too serious about this. He doesn’t think he’d be able to take it if Blaine was acting like this was life or death.

He launches into the story of his tumultuous relationship with Puck, his frustrations over his mom’s relationship with the man, and the recent discovery that Finn might be his father. He considers mentioning the revelation that his mother used to be in some sort of secret relationship with Burt, but Kurt figures it isn’t relevant to the story (and besides, he doesn’t really know anything about it), so he leaves it out.

“So, yeah. That’s why Finn and Rachel came to get me on Monday,” he finishes with. “Because they wanted to be there when I asked Puck for the DNA sample for the paternity test. He got really mad, but at least it made my mom go along with it, so I guess it was for the better. Who knows what he would have done if I had just sauntered up and asked him.”

Blaine lets out a low whistle as Kurt concludes his story. “Wow,” he says, nodding slowly. “I see what you meant when you said things were a mess.”

“Yeah,” Kurt says, shaking his head.

“When do you find out the results?”

“Ten to fourteen days,” Kurt says, remembering the website. “Finn and Rachel sent it in Monday in the evening, and it was day-of delivery, so they probably got it sometime Tuesday in the afternoon. So, hopefully by the Tuesday after next I’ll have my answers.”

“Wow,” Blaine says, falling back against the couch. He’s quiet for a moment, then carefully asks, “What’ll you do if it turns out Puck actually is your dad?”

Kurt swallows thickly, then forces a nonchalant shrug. “Deal with it, I guess.”

“Jeez,” Blaine shakes his head. “Yeah, I never came close to that with any of my theories.”

“Doesn’t surprise me if they mostly involved immaculate conception.”

“One involved vampirism.”

Kurt laughs, pushing Blaine’s arm lightly. “You’re a dork.”

“I’ve been told.”

The fall into a comfortable silence. Actually, Kurt is surprised by how comfortable the silence is. He thought telling Blaine about his family issues might make things weird. Like, too much, too fast. Instead, it just feels right. Like Blaine was always supposed to know this.

Blaine is the one who breaks the silence, with a quiet, “Knowing who your dad is is kind of overrated anyway.”

Kurt frowns. “You know your dad?”

Blaine nods. “And my mom, but you already knew that.”

“Oh,” Kurt says. “I, uh. I just assumed he was… you know.”

“Dead?” Blaine asks, shaking his head. “Nope. I got taken away from them when I was five. Well, from my mom. My dad left us when I was only two.”

“Shit,” Kurt says. “How… how do you know him, then?”

“He came and found me,” Blaine says. “When I was twelve. Told me he wanted us to be a family. That leaving my mom was a stupid mistake.” He shakes his head. “Really he just wanted money for drugs.”

“Fuck, Blaine,” Kurt says, reaching out to rest a hand on Blaine’s forearm. “You went through that at twelve?”

“Yeah, but I didn’t fall for it,” he says, rolling his eyes. “My mom tried it when I was eleven.”

Kurt’s free hand balls into a fist, and he tightens the hand on Blaine’s arm. “Fuck,” he whispers. He wants to say so much more, wants to scream and shout his anger that anybody would have to go through that, let alone Blaine, and let alone at such a tender age. He presses his lips together, though, and whispers, “Fuck, Blaine I’m so sorry.”

Blaine shrugs, as though it doesn’t matter. “Comes with being the child of meth addicts,” Blaine says. “She was pretty desperate at the time. So was my dad,” he looks down at his hands. “Honestly, no matter how crappy my life in the system has been, I don’t even want to think about what it might have been if I hadn’t been taken from them.”

“Did your dad ever try and… I don’t know, get custody? Appeal to the courts? If your mom was the one you were taken from.”

Blaine snorts. “He’s not smart enough to do that,” he says. “Plus, I’m pretty sure he has another kid with another woman who also got shoved into the system, so he probably would have been red-flagged even if he did.”

“You’re ‘pretty sure’?” Kurt asks, eyes wide. “You’re just ‘pretty sure’ that you have a sibling somewhere out there in the world?”

“Oh, I’m just pretty sure that I have a sibling from his side. I know I’ve got at least four from my mom,” he seems to count them off in his head, then nods. “Yeah, four.”

“Wow,” Kurt whispers. “Do you… know any of them?”

Blaine shrugs, face barely giving anything away. “I know Cooper. He’s about twelve years older than me, and he used to live with us before I got taken away. He used to write me, but I haven’t heard from him in a long time.”

“Is he the only one you know?”

Blaine nods. Then tilts his head and squints one eye. “Well, I know she had a daughter when she was like, fourteen, but she put her up for adoption. And she had another kid between the daughter and Cooper, I think a boy. Then another girl between Cooper and me.” He shrugs once again, face still fairly emotionless. “But really, who knows. She could have had more between me and Cooper, or more after I was taken away.”

“Shit,” Kurt says quietly. “Aren’t you curious about them? Don’t you want to know, I don’t know, where they are? What they’re doing?”

“Not really,” Blaine says. “If they’re anything like my parents, then I want nothing to do with them.”

“What if they aren’t?”

“That’s not a risk I want to take,” Blaine says. “Look, Kurt, I get where you’re coming from. Your figuring out all this paternity stuff, finding your dad. Honestly, I think it’s great, and I really hope that your dad is Finn, because that Puck guy sounds like a real piece of work. But that stuff just doesn’t matter to me.”

“But, Blaine-”

“I’m serious, Kurt. I genuinely do not care.” His tone isn’t biting or harsh, but it is final. Kurt presses his lips together, trying to wrap his mind around not caring about who your family is.

He can’t, of course, and he isn’t sure he ever will be able to, but he still says, “Okay. I’m sorry if I seemed pushy. It’s just… hard for me to wrap my head around that, but whether I can wrap my head around it doesn’t matter.

“Thank you,” Blaine replies. They fall back into the silence, though this one is a little less comfortable than the one before.

Still, Kurt feels a sense of comradery with Blaine. Even though their pasts are nothing alike, they’re still messy, and Kurt likes that.

“I’m glad you told me,” Blaine eventually says. “About your family. About your dad.”

“Me, too,” Kurt says, voice quiet. “I’m glad I told you, and I’m glad you told me. About your family.”

They fall back into the silence, though it isn’t long before Blaine says, “Hey, Kurt?”

He turns his head so he’s looking directly at Blaine, and sees Blaine smiling at him. “Yeah?” he asks, heart already beating faster.

“I’m really happy that you didn’t take the hint when I ignored you.”

He holds a hand out to Kurt, who reaches over instantly and takes it, intertwining their fingers together seamlessly.

“Me, too, Blaine,” he whispers, smiling softly at the boy. “Me, too.”

Chapter Ten

[triumphorce]

under umbras of bundles  of stars,

canopies of leaves & branches that shatter-scatter sky image held indirect

as a gleam in eyes

as conscious lay in fabricated gardens watching memories, & desires in dream form

from across highway covered by

blue-white, 

yellow,

& orange lights

sound of tires, mufflers, sirens, 

amidst a higher sense 

attuned to

muffled far cries muffled while crossing empty lands

filled with chilling wind howls, stealing hope, 

which

kickstarts the power on survival mode..

ups& downs 

drown the cries further,

that

war, warn, or cheer..

or just sing..

maybe

a hymn made by souls for souls under same umbra to set free to lead to wonder & beauty beyond the surface of senses directly to free to seek love loss between me and me

buried beneath  road of longest journey to reach

turn feet all around

all about a world I have no idea about

just mad ideas about Kept in journals i turn over

to all but from in front of views not yet exploited by value of which is, views are power,  & are the will in word- to-page transaction

self diminished to substantiate

entries from entrails, not shown to be conquered

win or lose is how I never saw things.

win or win, only optionss, only progress..

yet..,always over complicating;

marathon sprints from start to finish

as I choose, If i choose, to continue to choose to overlook slopes in existence, where hides I, in ruins, digging for recognition

contribute to a mind overloading with what I know I owe society, &me,

burden of see-through beast, I see illusions of future thru,mistaken as truth, play victim, get stressed or believe I'm down on luck ,in dumps of depression and slum of beliefs,

 in a slump with headphones on temple and music up, reminisce about the golden olden, me and broseph, SSB, PSO, kanto, johto, cartoon cartoons, many one saturday morning’s, plenty cinnamon toast, fruity pebbles, so many card games at Books-a-million

but when I open eyes from trance

I'm forever face to face with today is today

not then not later...

just

 changes who changed how I changed regret and anger to compensate for blaming everybody but me

now I stare afraid at dilemmas mass effect decisions

 daily in-and-out-terventions

to keep from falling back into resentment.. spite blinding shelves of subconscious-self- disappointed perpetuating judgment of others binding progression, tying tongue, boiling blood because old habits die hard and I continue fucking up, up raging rapids w/o a paddle,   almost 3 decades of failing infinite (according to projections) feel I missed and am missing out on so much, so much world, so many words coiled inside, waiting to explode,

all the time, just like everybody.. everything mind sets sights on turns to target issue     how unfortunate for aforementioned coordinates, for anyone close enough for me to put in poems' , important enough to torment conscious over, used to be everybody, used to be nobody, used to be just some people, now its just me and i dont know him

   attempts to speak, to learn again, to teach me about me       to learn to teach                     myself, to set example for ambition directed toward a better version, better verses, better reimbursement of time given tryna be an extrovert, free from bitter, free from bitch asses, set internal standards to never  get fucked with again, fuck you, fuck him, fuck her, i only fucks with a journal & question  everyone,  everything, every word, every whisper, shit ima tell my children every day, breakfast lunch dinner,  do your best and fuck the rest, get it, get lit off enlightenment, fuck rest, save roosting for death, dont look at me, looknat the sky, seize the day in everyway brain permits, dont reach for others' and if anyone tries to take yours, that means they dont fundamentally respect life, so always permeate passion, ignore distractions keeping you from creating, test limits, test intentions, challenge imperfections with wisdom, know that perfect is just cosmetics, but i remain quiet.. remain tied up being alone, wondering..           whether I'm right to do any god damn thing        'cause if I don't do it right..       was I right to think I could, wrong to think I understood

am i wrong not to try?

what of what's sacrificed ?

how do i keep count

how did I end up here       in standby...

standing squeamish & deer eyed in light of opportunities rising in horizon of night skies, to step in to obtain warmth, maintain from days before, to do something, do the one thing, but when will I be ready will eyes be ready to comprehend right or wrong

only me, here. only us, on planet.

only who's responsible? how is who is affected by, afflicted by? when is too late? when is just right, always too soon to tell and.. if I don't do it now, then why expect change..

why, why, why

'cause I expect anything at all

anger toward unmanned vehicles imminent to collide with mine

driven mad up eighty-five degree angled walls during rush hour, sun beaming heat into ride, where i travel on path, thru battlefield of past where fallen intentions decompose to ignorance and wisdom sprouts in the mean time.. I'm in between times, feelin down, down down down down by the way

a trail thru fears past dead ends, rotting trees, looks like fallout hit

a past I try an' forget..

but remember out of reluctance 

to accidentally revisit regret,

stand next to biggest fears,  see if facing them uproots soul

rolls ideas in head, non-stop

like trolls troll under bridges 

to which billy goat gruff temper charges like crono's katana on zenan crossing,

lodes of odes to oaths, lightning loaded, aimed at negative minded sapiens bioshocks via rhythm and syntax, cryo cascades of ideas, locked away in moleskine or computer files to put to rest the rest of an inside in arrest to judgment, in side quest of public playthrough, i feel im on public display, static complaining in front of pretty much strangers   modes of awareness to mental problems i exploit to people who might not think im crazy, who might like what i write, might like to write about the same thing, might see giants in those same nodes i stand near, i hear crisp crackles filling an awkward air as i stare at words on sheets that i might tear, might let collect dust, or share prolly might be quiet, only sound is poetic drafts that fill in under open windows, I open slowly, cool rush, goosebumps, awake aware always, even when mind is a crinkled, crumbled candy wrapper still just construct wrinkles in time via           hairs stand, ovation, and encores to

     helping to cross over doubts, screams of slander, stop it all, right now, shed truth in another light, fed through veins like pen's ink to go over and correct vision of pinheads vane turnin art, free thought to cash and competition, trade purpose blow for blow with obstacles in the name of the next step, over opponents, trade nervous for nerves robust to withstand standing up to stretch and spread chest to stand up for work where time invested is braided circulation    goin in circles,        time wasted pet peeve number 1

    a nowhere never felt before        but something seems familiar.. overlooked,   under yards, under pressure of bone leverage, give life a lift thru cracks of a collapsing effort stretched behind chest and ribs

a heart glows in

hot coal hues hearth warmth under carbon sheets

till blood boils till steam coils from pores to kill the cold along roads

sun or none

no light above, isn't lack of.. 

(look inside)

----

harsh heat of reality hot enough to feel cold

make me go ghost in dark times..

friction strong enough to spark moist..

continue until i sear nerves disembody fromm pain till im felt by meta-form of others

heartfelt arcs between soul and soul-mind 2 mind

light releases thru iris folds spectacle in spectacles----

spectrum wheel of emotions spins &spins to  understand self an urge that intensifies the more  i live life as well as I can Improve every day, no excuse, don't ignore the corners, get behind my ears,every nook and cranny in creative muse-um, uhm, duh, raised on books, nintendo, animation,& wishbone, outside, only myself as playdate, use every square inch as play-scape under every hair in head, a mind uses face and body as way to create 4 fourever& vice versa to escape who ever & know I can do whenever, wherever

wherever i go, a voice in mind goes

that keeps on talkin , keeps me talkin tellin me I've talk--, wrote enough hoped enough to last a lifetime, but that's not enough

and I still got a lifetime

to either solidify or fuck it up

gradually let go of 

to concentrate on life's finest moments i build to build form in appreciation, saying get up, enjoy the sun rays breaching clouds just before dawn; gett off yo butt and do what you know what you taught you to do when you were at multiple low points and you promised you, you'd never fall to end, even if you fall again, again, and again, never stall in the middle of  takeoff stop in middle of road, cant press play if you lost remote, might as well get up and do it, crawl, run or walk away when the times calls to brawl dark-inner energy only honorable mentions defend health during dishonorable discharge of nega, into rivers, into blue sky.. bordered by white clouds and linear silver

a safe place, work space, desk clerk sifting day to day thru file cabinets memories in memos in notebook; written relativity explaining how I see, what I think say what i want like im eight, glad i spent so much time with words and space-bars,   to escape judgment, hatred,

anxious surrounded by bad vibes

above an Earth, below expectations; over a self under surveillance by approval from inside, crazy dimensions, On the fence between people and myself I close eyes, ride waves of nostalgia once more..

see plenty light to traverse pathways, walk fer hours, walk like back in younger days, playin, runnin, completely captivated immersed in games played, tv, roller blades, monopoly, scary stories, trampolines

&10thousand songs later, 10million thoughts later, here I am doing what I made me to.

can't wait for the next chance

supplied energy through lines to hidden gracelands.

[anonplusultra-blog]

A fate divided part I

"This town his going in a downward spiral ever since those men from the Citadel took over"

"Hey, don't think too much about it, it's not the end of the world. Let's just enjoy our day out, the spring weather is being kind to us, might as well be grateful to the pyre for our blessings and live joyfully"

"You are right Abby, the day is lovely, there is no point for us sister to gloom on such grandiose blue sky with concerns over the Magistrate"

Abby has always known how to bring my smiles back to surface, and this time she did again, lifting a heavy weight off my shoulders, blanking the worries off my tiredless mind, reminding me of the beauty beyond the abyssal hole the Magistrate... No, I need to focus, today is just for us.

Abby and Sarah.

We went to the hills on the outskirts of town, away from the spectral glow emerging from the 'abyss' as the soldiers called it, a hole to a different realm made, or rather discovered by the Magistrate high consulate of mages.

The green grass was soft and gracious to our bare feet, just like Abby said it would. We are very different, she is of fair hair, long and bind in a thick tress; a bohemian soul; a beauty envied by every woman in town and our mailbox filled with poems from the men that swoon over her. I, well I am not a hideous beast, I get letters as well and I am the talk of some, but not nearly as charismatic as Abby; I am not as bold as she is in my clothing choices, not out of modesty; my hair dark chestnut, as if the polar opposite of her bright one and I prefer my hair to only reach my shoulders and to be just combed. We both share our mother's blue eyes and pale skin along with her lips, lips that many had made poems about, even to me.

"This is what this town needs, Seris needs to leave the abyss be and come and sit in the grass and do nothing, just one day, just one to connect back to nature."

"It is quite pleasant. Only us and the birds singing love tunes to the females, it is very relaxing and... Abby, what on the realm are you doing?", her hand was diving in between her breast thru her cleavage as if... as if searching?

"Close your eyes Sarah", and I did, it was strange to look at my sister's chest for that long, "Now, you can look".

I heard her knees popping as she stood up, my eyes were still shut, a weird cold feeling in the back of my neck telling me I should keep them as they were, but I had to look. I opened my lids slowly, not sure why, and then I was staring at her blue eyes, she was looking down to her hand, my sight follows and finds her hand in a fist, her nails facing upwards. Her fingers relax and reveal mother's old locket, our family heirloom, made of steel and shaped as a shield.

"You, you got it fixed?"

"Yes, the blacksmith repaired it for just a silver coin... and a smile, and he even polished back to its former glory. Open it!"

My thumb unlocks the metallic hook and I open the locket. My breathing ceased, my eyes couldn't believe what I was seeing, our faces in tiny portraits on each side. Back in the day, this locket would have a portrait of our parents, but the fire...

"I couldn't salvage a portrait of them to show the artist to recreate, but we had our portrait from your birthday in the living room, he made this ones based on it."

I was caught off guard, my sister had given me the greatest gift I could ever dreamed of. It brought tears to my eyes, it warmed my heart. I felt as if summer was trapped under my skin, I wished right there to be wearing a slitted skirt and sleeveless shirt as Abby, maybe that way the heat inside me would be bearable.

"But when did you did all this? How was I so distracted to miss all these wonderful actions" I could not control the honey coated tone that flew along with my words.

"Remember the date with the spire vanguard, the man with the strange accent", I did remember that man, he was very confident, to use pretty words, "Well I lied, and took advantage of you being at the church of the pyre praying for my safety, as you do whenever I go out with a suitor"

I pray for the pyre to maintain her maiden status, no man she has been courted by is deserving of her, she deserves a Quee- a King that would make her a Queen I mean.

"Turn around, let me put on you"

"No, not on my neck," I extended my arm, "I want to look at it at all times"

A smile on her lips as she tied the locket’s leather strap to my gloved right forearm.

“This is the best day of my life… our life, Abby, thank you”

“You know what will make it better, to sit under our tree”

Many moons ago, we came to these same hills and walked the same paths, we tired ourselves running and rolling on the soft green grass and reach for a tree’s shade for rest. Abby’s usual curiousness lead her to explore the tree before sitting with me, she found on something written on the tree bark, a couple of names, one of a woman, the other a male’s. I heard her doing something and stood up and walked round the tree. Abby had a silver coin on her hand, she was using it to carve on the bark.

Abby

  +

Sarah

It became our tree.

“I would love to, but,” the sun was approaching the edge of the world tinting the skyes in a purple blood tone, “the curfew is almost upon us, we need to get back home before sundown”

She seemed unhappy about it, she always was. There was not much to do, it was the magistrate rules.

I got worried as we walked back to town, Abby was quieter than normal.

We got home, the sun was still on this realm, but, there was something else. An Outer Tribunal Judge, dressed in magistrate red waiting for us at our door. With him a cart with iron bars and a war machine. My blood went cold.

“By order of the Magistrate Grand Consulate of Mages, I come here to collect the chosen sacrifice”, His tone dark and his rhythm steady, the man had no hesitation speaking such horrible words, “The one under the name Abby”

“No!”, I shouted, my throat dried, “You can’t take her, she was not chosen, she-”

“Sarah, I was. The abyss is relentless, only a sacrifice will tame its hunger”

She was holding tears.

I could not. Not when I could see the shame tainting her beautiful face. I realized then why she had taken all those chores and preparations for the day, she knew, she knew she had been chosen and she decided to hide it away from me, to keep it to herself instead of sharing her tragedy with me. That is why she wanted us in the locket, so I could remember us.

“I don’t care … I will not let you take her, not while the is air in my chest”, I ran with my fist hardened with rage and impacted as hard as I could, harder than I ever imagined I could.

But to no avail.

It was as if punching a wall, the judge did not even flinched. But there was retaliation, a single slap from him send me a foot backwards into my back. All the air escaped my body, I couldn’t breath.

“Stop, please, do not harm her. I will be the sacrifice, I will not resist”

She was no longer holding her tears to herself. I wanted to jump and hold her, force her to stay, but I was barely conscious.

The door to the cart was open, Abby walked slowly towards it, the judge closely behind her. She stopped in front of the cart, the man tells her something, her eyes look into mine, she nods and turns around. The man takes a big military knife out of his belt, grabs Abby’s tress and… I closed my eyes.

I hear something falling close to me, it was her blonde tress. Her maine once reaching her mid back, was now barely passing her ear lobes.

He closes the door and signals his troops for department back to the abyss.

I cried.

It was all I had left to do.

I was powerless, I couldn’t protect her, my only family left, my sister…

I stood up after gaining back my breath, I felt weak beyond physically weak that is, as if my soul had left my body and the void was filled with tears. I took her tress and tied it on my belt. I looked up to our house, I could not make myself go in there, not without her. There was only one place where I could find peace when Abby was not around, the church of the Eternal Pyre.

[nothingsolutions]

**Gut Feeling** (short film)

Showcase life as a teenager in the 2010's. What defines this generation? What will we be remembered for?

Have random segments appear and "add" to the story but take you down another rabbit hole. Keep having people asking for more but still not having answers to their previous questions.

*Have the entire story loop.

Gut Feeling

Gut Feelings

Genetically Modified

Burn if Found

Disorder

FDA Approved

Stimulant

Sensory Overload

Inborn Pattern

MUSIC

Sooner or Later - N.E.R.D

(Perfect for drive home)

Everyone Nose - N.E.R.D

Purple Baguettes - 88GLAM

Dirt and Grime - Father's Children

Territorial Pissings - Nirvana

(Skating away from home)

Never Can Say Goodbye - Jackson 5

(Perfect for falling back in bed / ending)

The End Has No End - The Strokes

(Loading Docks)

Anti Matter - N.E.R.D

Partners in Crime Part Three - The Internet

(Playing loud in the car that almost hit MAIN)

She Works Out Too Much - MGMT

(Right when they fight / spinning)

Heavy Hitter - Jack Harlow

(Loading Docks)

Molly - Iann Dior

Hive - Earl Sweatshirt

Gonna Love Me - Teyana Taylor

My Pain - Lil Capi

Shoes - Lil Capi

Swim in the light - Kid Cudi

No Church in the Wild - Jay Z & Kanye

The Boy - Shannon and the Clams

Tongue Tied - Grouplove

La-La means I love you - The Delfonics

Dance yourself clean - LCD sound system (3:08)

I hope youre doing ok - Pity party girls club

Creep - Radiohead

Lose my sleep - Jacob Boring

Hometown - French 79

Between the buttons - French 79 (2:09)

Leaf Wraps - The Homies

Oblivion - Grimes

Cha Cha - Freddie Dredd

Switch: Six - Gums

Hottest in the city - Ty

Hell n Back - Bakar

Oof - Inner Wave

New Flesh - Current Joys

Pill - D.Savage

Wow, I can get sexual too - Say Anything

Angelic Hoodrat - Kenny Mason

Sometimes (feat. Swo) - Anxiety Attacks!

Vertigo - The Hellp (running scene)

Beans - Dirtboimil

Ghostbusters - Jayy Davi$

Paper Planes - M.I.A.

Lethal Presence - Night Lovell

Phone - Lil Capi

New House - Toro y Moi

Oblivion - Grimes

Float - The Neighbourhood

Love my Way - The Psychedelic Furs

The Sharpest Lives - My Chemical Romance

Last Living Souls - Gorillaz

Mystery of Love - Mr. Fingers

Mac Miller - Congratulations piano

((https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AmXJpbIizUU) perfect for orange bag scene in field)

Blowout - Radiohead (last scene running down the hill)

Jungle Fever - Sabti

Sweet Life - Frank Ocean

CAST

COUPLE Couple on Roof - Tori + Pablo

People in living room - Jackson,

People in Chris room - Chris, Arya, Capi

Kitchen Chopping carrots - Emma

Emma's Room - Cole

Plastic Bag/ Girl bumps into -

Bleeding Skater - Satan Anthony

Puts down camera / in car -

Car Passangers - Levi, Casey,

*Concert

Audrey - Herself

Levi - Himself

Driving car hits Levi -

Dinner Scene - Emma +

Mirrored Dinner scene - Emma + Lookalike (Salena)

**Concept**

EXT. EMMAS HOUSE/ FRONT YARD - SUNSET - STATIC

Establishing shot of Emmas house. Have a COUPLE on the roof with legs dangling off the side. Can see majority of the house in this shot. Can hear faint music from inside the house, mostly just hear the beat of the bass. Shot on VHS.

(Maybe place them in the backyard actually??)

EXT. EMMAS HOUSE/ FRONT YARD (CLOSE UP ON COUPLE) - SUNSET - STATIC

Close up on COUPLE to show their relationship and how they're close to each other. Just messing around on the roof. Palm tree framed in the shot?

INT. EMMAS HOUSE - NIGHT - ZOOM IN

Shots throughout the house to establish how loud the music is/ the overall setting. Keep a zoom in effect to pull you into the frame.

INT. EMMAS HOUSE/ HALLWAY - NIGHT - ZOOM IN

Zoom of the hallway a parallax affect would be cool. Someone comes out of Paulines room just to add affect.

INT. EMMAS HOUSE/ CHRIS ROOM - NIGHT - ZOOM IN

A few guys 2-3 around the computer playing Fifa just hanging out. Shot from standing on the bed at the door

INT. EMMAS HOUSE/ LIVING ROOM - NIGHT - ZOOM IN

Shot of the living room from the perspective of the hallway looking out to see people playing guitar hero just sitting on the couch hanging out. Very chill vibe. Subtile chatting.

INT. EMMAS HOUSE/ KITCHEN - NIGHT - ZOOM IN

From around the fireplace shoot a zoom in of Emma in the kitchen cutting carrots just chill.

INT. EMMAS HOUSE/ EMMAS ROOM - NIGHT - ZOOM OUT

COLE sitting on the bed with the computer and the speaker right next to him. We can tell the music is coming from him because of how loud the audio is in his room and we see him changing the music/ songs. Zoom out so it breaks the mold of zooming in.

EXT. EMMAS HOUSE/ THRU KITCHEN WINDOW - NIGHT - STATIC

Light coming out the window. A low shot but we can see EMMAs head thru the window. We can hear how loud the music is still.

INT. EMMAS HOUSE/ KITCHEN - NIGHT - CLOSE UP/ TILT UP

Close up on the carrots and we can see how she is chopping a little off the beat and keeps losing her train of thought cause of the Loud music. Gets off her own rythm and slams down the knife she was cutting with. The camera tilts up to see her mad and walk out of frame.

Save her role for later?

*INT. EYE CLOSE UP - NIGHT - CLOSE UP - STATIC

Close up of Emma to introduce her to the audience. Slow motion.*

INT. EMMAS HOUSE/ KITCHEN - NIGHT - ZOOM OUT

Same shot as before but she's marching out of the kitchen with a zoom out.

INT. EMMAS HOUSE/ LIVING ROOM - NIGHT - ZOOM OUT

Shot of the living room from the perspective of the hallway looking out to see people playing guitar hero just sitting on the couch hanging out.

All the guys still chilling but EMMA flips off a hat of one of the guys cause she's upset.

INT. EMMAS HOUSE/ CHRIS ROOM - NIGHT - ZOOM OUT

A few guys 2-3 around the computer playing Fifa just hanging out. Shot from standing on the bed at the door. EMMA opens the door abruptly and looks in but realizes the music isn't coming from there.

INT. EMMAS HOUSE/ HALLWAY - NIGHT - ZOOM OUT

March out of Chris door to go to COLE. See her opening the door to COLE.

INT. EMMAS HOUSE/ EMMAS ROOM - NIGHT - ZOOM IN

Close up of COLES face behind the MacBook with the screen shining on his face. EMMA closes the MacBook and the title screen plays. Then Cole screams (squinting eyes) and it goes to black quick and transitions.

*BLACK

EXT. BUSY STREET AREA - MIDDAY - TILT

Shot in the same position as prior shot (same composition) still screaming and just sky behind him. When the song 'drops' tilt down to reveal he's in the middle of a crowd. And he's disrupting the flow of people walking. He's going 'against the grain.' He starts walking while looking around runs hands thru hair. Tracking shot shot on his face.

EXT. BUSY STREET AREA - MIDDAY - TRACK - CONT.

When walking he bumps into a girl quite hard in the shoulder and it goes to split screen. Still shot on his face.

EXT. BUSY STREET AREA/ HER EYE CLOSE UP - CLOSE UP

From Coles POV look over at the girl just Her eyes first and have the title appear. Introduce HER but not Cole

EXT. BUSY STREET AREA - MIDDAY - SPLIT SCREEN.

Go to split screen where they're both centered but as they talk its bleeped out and the louder they get the bigger their side gets. The divide gets bigger the louder they talk like a FaceTime call.

EXT. BUSY STREET AREA - MIDDAY - SPLIT SCREEN

The split screen is more and more on her until she finally faints and it goes to a transition to the alternative reality.

EXT. PARK/ OPEN FIELD - MIDDAY - STATIC

The girl and Cole with orange plastic bags on their heads walk into frame of an open field from opposite sides to join together and hands. And do more shots where their different areas for a glitchy dreamy affect.

EXT. PARK/ SWING SET - MIDDAY - STATIC

Girl on the swings and Cole is standing right next to HER. Watching. Cut to a scene of just Coles bag covered face while she's swinging.

EXT. PARK/ PARK BENCH - MIDDAY - STATIC

COLE on the right and girl on the left sitting up and she leans up to him and he puts his arm around her. To transition she just falls forward off the bench with no warning just a smack! Sound

EXT. BUSY STREET AREA/ HER EYE CLOSE UP - MIDDAY - CLOSE UP

Breaths in and opens her eyes. Shocked kinda look. Like this dream just flashes by her and she never passed out at all.

EXT. BUSY STREET AREA/ COLE CLOSE UP - MIDDAY - CLOSE UP

Flash over to a COLE close up and have him talking but its still all bleeped out.

EXT. BUSY STREET AREA/ HER CLOSE UP - MIDDAY - CLOSE UP

She looks back and forth causes she's confused and bored but can still hear the beep and like Charlie Brown type or jackboys 0:45

EXT. BUSY STREET AREA/ HER POV - MIDDAY

Looking to the left of her and see a skater in the distance.

EXT. BUSY STREET AREA - MIDDAY - SPLIT SCREEN

Close up of girls eyes and skaters eyes and when they lock eyes it cuts

EXT. SKATER ON STREET - MIDDAY - HEAD IN FRAME STATIC

The skater on the ground with blood pouring out of his head. Skateboard in the top left of the scene and from everywhere HANDS start to appear to 'help' but they're just around his head not helping just moving fingers around to be trippy.

INT. RED WALL PICTURES - DARK - HEAD IN FRAME

Transition by the whole Frame getting filled with blood so the whole scene is red and goes to a shot of just the face with landscape photos in front of the SKATERS face still with blood on his face and in his hair. Pictures TBD. ((Silence))

INT. EMMAS HOUSE/ EMMAS ROOM - DARK

After showing a few photos in front of the face FILMER thinks her turned off the camera but actually it keeps going. Set down the camera on the floor and open the door and leave with SKATER.

INT. EMMAS HOUSE/ HALLWAY - NIGHT - FISH EYE (MINI DV)

From the end of the hallway have a fish eye lens capture like a security camera everyone leaving the room and going out the house to the car.

INT. EYE CLOSE UP - NIGHT - CLOSE UP - STATIC

Introduce all the new characters aka boys to the audience as they walk out of the room via the security camera

INT. EMMAS HOUSE/ HALLWAY - NIGHT - FISH EYE (MINI DV)

FILMER realists the camera is still in the house so when everyone leaves the shot of the fisheye 'security camera' a few seconds of silence and you hear the front door open and close and FILMER runs back in to get the camera. Still doesn't realize its filming. When open Emmas room door it switches to the VHS cameras POV.

INT. EMMAS HOUSE/ EMMAS ROOM - DARK - VHS

VHS on the floor and the FILMER grabs it doesn't realize its still filming and runs thru the house and goes into the car. The cars in the drive way and everyones already in the car handing out the window like hey lets goooooo. Sitting on the window.

EXT. EMMAS HOUSE/ FRONT YARD - NIGHT - STATIC

Use Levis car, with the LED panel on red in the front seat. Make the entire cabin light up red. Full car like 3-4 people

Shot of the car leaving very fast backing out of the driveway and skidding out of the area. Shot on the VHS static shot. Still have the audio from the VHS camera playing for a little until they are like "hey the cameras still on dude" "hear blast the music" and the audio matches up and thats the transition.

EXT. 57 FREEWAY - NIGHT - TRACKING

From a car in front of Levis car with the LED red still on shoot from the backseat and get the car driving under an overpass and have other cars around everyone in the car is having a good time.

EXT. 57 FREEWAY/ INSIDE THE CAR - NIGHT

Get to go inside Levis car in the passenger seat and shoot on the freeway just b roll of everyone vibin in the car. Slow motion.

EXT. CONCERT/ PARKING LOT - NIGHT

Shot run up to the car as the backdoor opens and show them getting out and then start the heart beat style of shooting.

*Heart Beat Style

7 FPS

Shot on a 1 or 2 sec long exposure and piece them together to make a video every "Duh Duh Pause" like a heart beat have it fade out have the sound effect at first but fade away fast. Have it almost fade to black on the first one and the 2nd one fully fade to black.

EXT. CONCERT/ SIDEWALK - TRACKING

Spotlight style while walking on the sidewalk front and back shot

EXT. CONCERT/ LIGHTING CIG

Close up on someone lighting a cig and taking a hit

EXT. CONCERT/ SCANING TICKET

Close up of friend handing ticket and getting wrist band

EXT. CONCERT/ WALK THRU THE DOOR

All the guys running to get in / catch up to one another

INT. CONCERT/ CLOSE UP LEVIS EYES

Close up of Levis eyes rolling back like he's going to pass out and he does he hits the floor and the heart beat shots stop and go to black for a little

INT. BLACK

AUDIO ONLY

Have like bro you good audio but distorted like

In the jackboys music video at 0:45

Muffled and distorted

INT. AUDREYS APARTMENT/

[lizziebennet]

Hi Aurora okay first tysm for your blog It's so lovely to have another person so passionate about my fave things (i.e hp and period dramas) Anyway, i recently read the HP series (again) and found myself feeling SO MUCH. I genuinely teared up at so many different touching parts and I was just wondering what are your favorite most heart-wrenching/emotional parts from the books? I realize this is a lengthy quesition so feel free to never answer this or take a year.

ye S SS i love being passionate ab things and sharing that passion w my followers!!!!! i love yall esp when u ask me questions like this where i get to talk ab my fave things everrrrrrrrr (ps thank u so much for letting me take forever to answer this ur so cute to say that ilysm)

ok so literally i will cry my way thru the entire series when i reread bc harry potter has so much emotional weight for me and so many memories that go along with it. but i decided to limit myself to just 10 bc otherwise id be sitting here typing all day. so w/o further ado: 

AURORA’S TOP 10 MOST TEARFUL HARRY POTTER MOMENTS: 

((in no particular order)) 

HARRY READS LILY’S LETTER IN DH: listen harry doesnt actually spend a lot of the books angsting over the fact that he doesnt have parents but in moments like this u remember he IS AN ORPHAN AND IT GETS ME SO HARD. fuk like just picturing harry crouched on the floor of sirius’s bedroom reading that letter… rereading it… crying… wow.gif!!!!! the line that makes me cry eveRY TIME is “She had made her g’s the same way he did : he searched through the letter for every one of them, and each felt like a friendly little wave glimpsed from behind a veil.“ LIKE RIP RIP RIP ABORT ABORT ABORT ITS TOO SAD!!!!!

THE LOST PROPHECY IN OOTP: JESSESCREAMING.JPEG!!!!!!!!!!!! listen ,,, i talk ab this chapter so much on my blog. it is my #1 favorite moment in my #1 favorite harry potter book which is my #1 favorite series of all time. SO ITS A PRETTY BIG DEAL. harry’s reaction to sirius’s death… his anger at dumbledore… his grief… his discovery of his fate… its beautiful writing and its so painful but so amazing to read. LIKE!!!!! MY BABY!!! HE’S LOST SO MANY PEOPLE!!!!!!!! MY SWEET SUMMER CHILD!!!!!!!!!! “I DON’T CARE!“ Harry yelled at them, snatching up a lunascope and throwing it into the fireplace. “I’VE HAD ENOUGH, I’VE SEEN ENOUGH, I WANT OUT, I WANT IT TO END, I DON’T CARE ANYMORE!” “You do care,” said Dumbledore. He had not flinched or made a single move to stop Harry demolishing his office. His expression was calm, almost detached. “You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.”” LIKE LITERALLY WHEN I GET TO THIS POINT I HAVE TO TAKE A BREAK BC IM CRYING SO MUCH I CANT MAKE OUT THE WORDS!!!!!!!!!!!! also fun story: one time i was listening to ootp on audiobook while on vacation and we were in the car waiting to taxi on to a ferry boat and we were listening to this chapter when the ferry guy came by to take our tickets and i had like TEARS STREAMING DOWN MY FACE and jim dale is yelling as harry in the background…. the guy was like ‘is this bitch ok??’ lmaOOOOo 

HARRY AND THE MIRROR OF ERISED IN SS:  this is another one of those moments where you remember that harry is an orphan and its /so/ painful. thinking about this teeny 11 year old baby harry sneaking out every night just to sit in front of this mirror so he can see his parents………my darling baby sweetheart i love him So Much. it just makes me so sad like hes /so young/ AND HE JUST WANTS TO SEE HIS PARENTS!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHH!! it also gives way to one of my all time favorite hp quotes: “It does not do well to dwell on dreams and forget to live.” 

HARRY STOPS SIRIUS AND LUPIN FROM KILLING PETER IN POA: me reading this part is literally ISAYTHATSMYBABYANDIMREALLYPROUD.GIF!!!!!! like!! my boy!! he finds out this man literally caused the death of his parents and he MAKES THE GROWN ASS ADULTS SPARE HIS LIFE… LIKE… he literally acts twice his age and is so mature and is just…….so amazing. it shows such strength and wisdom and it makes me SO PROUD. the way he references james also makes me cry because you see the relationship harry has with james even though he’s literally never met him and its so beautiful. i love harry so much. 

HARRY AFTER SECTUMSEMPER-ING MALFOY IN HBP: this is literally the opposite of that last one where im so proud of harry this is def… not one of his best moments lol. he rly rly fucks up and his guilt is so raw and it makes me so emotional because i feel SO bad for him. its def an important harry moment in the books because it shows his flaws and the consequences of his rage, but it also shows how GOOD he is because he feels so bad about what happens and like willingly takes his punishment even though it means that he cant play in the quidditch match. he really like… atones and even tho its rough to read i def love that its a part of the series bc its a really like watershed moment for harry and i think it really reminds him of the wizard he wants to be. this part also leads to i think a more satisfying harry/ginny first kiss bc ginny defends harry and then him not going to the game leads to “several sunlit days” AKA ONE OF MY FAVE HP MOMENTS EVER!!!!!!!!!!!

HARRY AND HERMIONE VISIT JAMES AND LILY’S GRAVE IN DH: “But they were not living, thought Harry: They were gone. The empty words could not disguise the fact that his parents’ moldering remains lay beneath snow and stone, indifferent, unknowing.And tears came before he could stop them, boiling hot then instantly freezing on his face, and what was the point in wiping them off or pretending? He let them fall, his lips pressed hard together, looking down at the thick snow hiding from his eyes the place where the last of Lily and James lay, bones now, surely, or dust, not knowing or caring that their living son stood so near, his heart still beating, alive because of their sacrifice and close to wishing, at this moment, that he was sleeping under the snow with them.”  THIS IS ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE MOMENTS THAT I HAVE TO STOP READING BC IM CRYING SO MUCH I CANT MAKE OUT THE WORDS ANYMORE. I CRIED TYPING THIS. IM SO SAD. 

THE FOREST AGAIN IN DH: hoo boy. hoooooo boy this is a Big One. this one is really…. wow. just. wow. [deep breath]. there is So Much in this chapter that makes me cry where do i even START. harry realizing that he has to die and ACCEPTING IT BRAVELY LIKE THE HERO HE IS. “Why had he never appreciate what a miracle he was,  brain and nerve and bounding heart?” im crying….. hes so good. HARRY NEARLY STOPPING WHEN HE SEES GINNY and ginny’s crying and comforting some girl and im crying too. JAMES. SIRIUS. LILY. REMUS. WHEN HARRY ASKS IF IT HURTS TO DIE LIKE LITEARLLY I HAVE TO PUT THE BOOK DOWN AND GET UP  AND WLAK AROUND THE ROOM BECAUSE I GET SO EMOTIONAL LIKE. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! when harry sees harry and screams at him ……………… rip in pieces me!!!!!!!! ALSO ONE OF HIS LAST THOUGHTS BEFORE THE AVADA KEDAVRA IS OF GINNY AND KISSING HER……….. [GUNSHOTS] [SCREAMING]

BELLATRIX TORTURES HERMIONE IN DH: fuk this scene is no joke scary like it took harry potter to another level of real darkness. hermione being tortured was so chilling like beautiufl amazing smart snarky hermione it was so painful to read like my heart rate goes up when i read it bc im worried for my girl :/ and ron is sHAKING and like screaming and literally throwing himself at the walls to try to get to her and its SO upsetting like. they are still CHILDREN like theyre all so young and they dont deserve this like. hearing her plead and stuff … its just…. too much. these are my CHILDREN i have to PROTECT them. 

HARRY DIGS DOBBYS GRAVE IN DH: this is another one of those harry moments where i just want to give him a huge hug. like he insists on digging dobby’s grave by hand which is just ..... [gets choked up] its fine. and his thoughts while he dig make me so sad. he so /tired/. hes so frustrated with dumbledore and he the hallows and the horcruxes and he feels responsible for what happened. and ron coming out and helping him dig silently makes me so happy and its one of those times u really see how much rons friendship means to harry. and harry comes out of this like ... older and more mature? his wisdom and knowledge is rly apparent when he talks with griphook and olivander right after this like. he knows what hes going to do. hes made his choice. hes not going to race voldemort for the wand. i love him so much for that choice. hes such a grown man in this part like accepting responsibility, taking care of hermione and everyone like getting things in order. i love him. 

MRS WEALSEY HUGS HARRY IN THE HOSPITAL WING IN GOF: “’It wasn’t your fault, Harry,’ Mrs. Weasley whispered. ‘I told him to take the cup with me,’ said Harry. Now the burning feeling was in his throat too. He wished Ron would look away. Mrs. Weasley set the potion down on the bedside cabinet, bent down, and put her arms around Harry. He had no memory of ever being hugged like this, as though by a mother. The full weight of everything he had seen that night seemed to fall in upon him as Mrs. Weasley held him to her. His mothers face, his father’s voice, the sight of Cedric, dead on the ground all started spinning in his head until he could hardly bear it, until he was screwing up his face against the howl of misery fighting to get out of him.” HARRY POTTER DESERVES MORE HUGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he feels so guilty about cedric and god bless mrs weasley for telling him it wasnt his fault because it WASNT!!! he did so amazing in the graveyard like.. .he saw voldemort return and he fought him and he survived and he saw his paretns and hE TOOK CEDRICS BODY BACK SO IT COULD BE WITH HIS FAMILY!!!!!!!! HE TOOK IT BACK FOR THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  i would die a thousand deaths if it meant that harry didnt have to experience this pain!!!!

whew so there we go!!!!! the bottom line is obviously that i love the harry potter series more than anything and specifically i love the boy harry potter so so SO much and his suffering is agonizing to read and he didnt deserve any of it!!! i can litearlly think of SO many more heartbreaking moments in the series but here are just a handful. happy birthday to harry!!!