#tried to make sure it was in the shade and also didn't fall while climbing me. or a wall. (it was missing a chunk of the left middle leg)

[thelurk3r]

I can't believe "be nice to bugs day" happened to be on the day a larger elm leaf beetle landed on me

IMPORTANT

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Nevertheless, I decided to write a little about my idea of Foxbloom honey, because this has stuck in my head. Thank you @reallyghostlypost for supporting my silly thoughts!

I apologize if there are errors here, I did not have the strength to check everything for errors.

"Hmm..." Julian closed the worn old book, put it back on the table, and stretched his arms up, flexing his muscles from sitting in the chair. He did not notice how an hour had passed since he again re-read the incredible stories about the legendary artifacts of the whole world. The forgotten treasures of the Crimson Baldlans caves, the magical crystal gardens of the Gotoro Empire, the Starfruits of Stardew Valley, and the legendary flower of Ridge Fall.

Foxbloom...

Having managed to solve the intricate puzzle in the ninja house, Julian still can't believe that he would have the honor of not only finding this rarest flower in the dangerous forests near Ridgeside Village, but also the opportunity to bring a flower and plant it on a farm. The young farmer and florist was afraid that the flower would not take root in the new environment, but the roots of the magical plant sprouted deep into the fertile earth.

As if the flower was especially happy here, like it's belong here. Julian is also happy about it.

Although at the same time he noticed something unusual... All the bees from his hives stopped collecting pollen from the same fairy rose that grew closest to the hives, and switched their attention to the beautiful foxbloom exuding an unusual aura. At the same time, honey production was also delayed, and Julian already thought that the bees were sick because of this flower. But it turned out by mid-autumn that they just made sweet syrup for a very long time and very carefully, longer than usual, but it was worth it: when harvesting, Julian tried a honeycomb filled with oh so sweet honey, and the taste was truly marvelous. Though Julian didn't realize the real potential of Foxbloom's sweet syrup, made by hard-working bees.

Remembering that he borrowed the same book from his wizard friend, Julian decided to visit Magnus' tower in the next morning and return the book. Julian stepped with one foot on the warp rune on his farm, and in the blink of an eye, the second foot touched the already stone slab in the basement of the tower. Climbing higher and heading towards the bookcase near the altar of illusion, Julian didn't expect to meet several other people besides Magnus. Witch of Castle Village Camilla, Guildmaster Jolyne and her second in command Lance, also two other members of the First Slash: Brianna and Drake. Drake was lying on Magnus' couch, writhing in pain and muttering something, as if in a fever, and on his arms, neck and face were barely visible, shimmering in dark shades of blue runes. Lance and Brianna were next to the couch and watched their friend's condition, while Brianna was almost trembling herself, and it was obvious in her eyes that she was making an inhuman effort not to cry. Jolyne and Camilla scowled at Magnus's back as the wizard searched the bookshelves for something.

"By the spirits, I'm pretty sure this book was here..." Magnus hurriedly sorted through the books, dropping some old papers and scrolls on the floor in the process. This is very unlike him, Julian thought, because Rasmodius was very careful with old books. Julian was a little taken aback by the strangeness of the situation, but nevertheless stepped even closer, entering the room.

"Guys?" Julian's voice was a little quieter than usual, but the senn attracted the attention of everyone (except Drake, who was still writhing in spasms). Magnus, the first to see Farmer, shouted "Aha!" without greeting, and with a snap of his fingers pulled the book from the hands of Julian, who gasped in surprise.

"This book, yes, this is what we need..." Magnus triumphantly opened the book right to the page he needed and continued to say, "...yes, yes, just one teaspoon and it should help. But... Even I don't know where to get it. I don't even know how to find this flower, the legends are either confusing or completely lie. It's not even a fact that... the flower actually exists." Magnus immediately dropped his gaze, for the first time not knowing what to say. All those present were also dejected, and the deathly silence was interrupted only by the sounds of the tormented Drake.

"We should at least try," Jolyne said firmly. "I'm not going to sit back while our friend dies right before our eyes." Her eyes were full of determination.

"I agree with Jolyne," Lance added, "For Drake."

Julian was still standing beside him, his uncomprehending gaze shifting to all the people present, and they did not seem to notice him at all Only Camilla noticed the confused Farmer and smiled guiltily.

"The First Slash went on an expedition to clear out the cave. It... didn't go as smoothly as I would have liked" Camilla whispered to Julian about the situation, "Drake was struck by a curse that, alas, even I can't remove"

Now the young Farmer was more or less aware of the situation, although Camilla did not add that Drake was getting weaker and weaker every minute, and that in a day or two, the poor fellow would completely stop breathing...

The thoughts of the young farmer were again interrupted

"Kraken up my ass! Even if we find that damn Foxbloom, we won't have that long to wait for the bees to do their job!" Brianna has already shifted more to screaming.

"Calm down, Brianna, we'll think of something." Jolyne's commanding voice managed to calm the violet-haired girl a little, but she knew it wouldn't be for long.

"Perhaps if we start looking here..." Magnus pointed at the map he had spread out on the table.

"Foxbloom? Guys, I just have..."

"Julian, not now!" Magnus barked so loudly that the odd-eyed youth was speechless, "Be so kind and leave my tower please, we don't have time to chat right now."

The farmer silently turned in the direction of the warp rune hall he had come from and walked off to the meeting.

"Razzy, I understand everything, but isn't it too rude" Camilla spoke softly

"I know," Magnus sighed guiltily, "I'll apologize to him later. For now we... we must to solve the problem."

As they all approached the map, listening to the Wizard's words, no one heard the sound of the warp being activated again. No one noticed as the figure walked past them and sat down next to the bed where Drake lay. Only Lance turned his head towards his sick friend and was surprised.

"Julian? What are you doing?" Lance's voice made everyone stop talking and turn around. Julian sat on the edge of the bed and brought the spoon to Drake's mouth. A drop of substance unknown to the magicians and adventurers present fell right into Drake's mouth. Julian only smiled softly at Lance's voice.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO HIM?!" Brianna jumped up, jumped to the side of the bed and put her dagger to Julian's throat, "What. The fuck! Are you doing!?" Her voice was full of rage and the desire to kill someone.

"Brianna, I said calm down!" Jolyne also walked over to the bed, followed by everyone else around the map.

“Julian, I told you to-” Magnus didn't have time to finish his speech when all attention was turned to the young man lying in the bed. The runes were gone, he was no longer convulsing, and his breathing was calm.

Drake opened his eyes.

"Ugh, my head.... Where am I? What's going on? Oh, hi Julian." The farmer beamed at Drake. "Um, why are you all looking at us like that?" Drake addressed this question to his colleagues at work.

No one dared to break the silence, everyone stood in mute shock. Only Camilla smiled mysteriously.

"I'm sorry to bother you," Julian said slightly apologetically, "but you were looking for Foxbloom honey to help him. And I just had an extra jar." Julian twirled a liter jar of sweet syrup in his right hand, then stood up and handed it to Jolyne. "Here, I still have some at home. Honey is also very good for colds, so if someone gets sick again, you can add a spoonful of honey to your tea."

Jolyne, Magnus and Lance looked at the young Farmer with wide eyes, and Camilla's smile grew even wider. Brianna, meanwhile, was already hugging Drake like it was her lifeline.

"Sweetie, do you understand that you have a very unusual honey in your hands?" Camilla asked, still smiling.

Julian just shrugged it off. "Well, yeah, a little magical honey. But honey is honey still," He talked about it like it was the most mundane thing on the planet. "If it really helps that much, then I can give you a jar. True, it takes longer to make than usual, but if you wait.." Julian continued his speech.

Meanwhile, Magnus wants to hug his friend. He wants to thank him for the good he's done. Magnus wants to bombard the young Farmer with a bunch of questions about how they were able to not only find the legendary flower, but also get honey from it.

Magnus also wants to scream.

Life after this event will become much more interesting.

[screamin-abt-haikyuu]

A Comedy of Errors. Chapter 3: The Way of the Aces.

Please read the previous chapters before proceeding!!

Click here to read Chapter 1: Negotiations.

Click here to read Chapter 2: Suga the Setter.

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Background: Y/N is a transfer student who joined Karasuno High in her second year because her family shifted to Miyagi. She is a volleyball player and plays as a wing spiker (ace) in the Girl’s Volleyball team.

Pairing: Karasuno x fem reader || Romantic Pairing: Asahi x fem reader

NOTE: Y/N plays volleyball in this. I am not familiar with all the rules of the game so pls 2 forgive if I get any of the technicalities wrong.

Genre: Fluff and comfort with sprinkles of comedy this time! || SFW

A/N: At last, the final chapter. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. I really poured my entire soul into this. --------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Say, since you guys are already here. Why don’t you stay and watch us practice?" Asahi's lifespan is being shortened with every word as Suga invites Y/N and Michimiya to watch them practice. Asahi waits with bated breath. Even though he is extremely nervous, a part of him does want you to stay. So, when you do say yes, he doesn't know whether to feel happy or run out of the gym screaming. As they walk off to warm up, Suga whispers to him, "I know you're probably thinking about how you're going to fuck up your play and embarrass yourself in front of her. But while you're at it, maybe you should also think about what will happen if you actually play well." Asahi nods. "Suga." "Hmm?" "Thank you. For everything you just did. I really do appreciate it." "Of course! I'm just glad it worked out well." "And you are right, I do like her. I don't know her much but I would like to." "Aha, finally some truth around here! Well, then we just gotta make sure you give her a show worth remembering!" Suga says, winking.

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Michimiya had been watching the game intently, as was evident by her gasps and comments on everything. But you? You hadn't been able to keep your eyes off of Asahi the entire game. So much so, that you had barely given a second thought to the first years' amazing quick attack or Nishinoya's outstanding libero skills.

Asahi's spikes, his serves, his receives, his posture, his spirit, and his determination had you just...rapt with attention.

"In case you are wondering, yes, he is single." Michimiya's whisper startles you.

"W-what?" you start to blush. "I'm just taking notes!"

"But I didn't even specify who I was talking about."

You turn redder.

"He's really nice too, you know. A very genuine and kind person. I think you two would make a cute couple."

Your face is so hot now that you're sure you'll hear a sizzle any moment. You turn your head back towards the game to avoid Michimiya's gaze.

"I- I don't know who you are talking about."

Michimiya chuckles. "Of course you don't."

Even though you can feel Michimiya's gaze on you, you can't help but smile as you watch Asahi land another beautiful spike in the opponent's court.

You didn't know, of course, that you being around and watching him had been a huge boost of motivation for him to perform at his peak. You didn't know how he had been wondering what you were thinking about him the entire game. You didn't know how hard it had been for him to not glance at you after every move he made, just to see your reaction.

But he didn't know how you had felt either. He didn't know how your heart rate sped up every time he came on to serve. He didn't know you had also felt frustrated whenever his spike got shut down, feeling as though you had been shut down. He didn't know how you had wanted to shout and cheer him on but you hadn't because you didn't want to come off as a weirdo.

Truly, you would make a good couple.

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Practice is now over. Asahi's team won both the practice matches (of course they did, Suga would not have had it any other way). You and Michimiya walk over to the third years. As Michimiya starts gushing to Daichi about their game, you turn to Asahi.

"You were really - glorious, brilliant, like a God, I wish you were spiking me instead - amazing out there," you say, your eyes full of admiration.

Asahi instantly turns a deep shade of red.

"Th-thank you." He says with a smile.

"See, I told you he is great!" Suga says with a proud smile on his face.

"You were right. Karasuno really has a very talented ace."

"No, it has two of them," Asahi says, looking at you with a smile.

Now it is your turn to blush.

"Aah, I wish. I'm not quite there yet. I'm definitely nowhere close to your level," you say.

"I would love to help you any way I can."

"I would be honoured to learn from you," you say with a bow.

Suga piped up, "It's Saturday tomorrow! The boys' gym will be free till 10AM. If you want, we can practice here early morning. Say, around 7? Asahi can teach you the techniques and I can set for you both. We'll ask Daichi and Michimiya too if they want to join." and before you can answer, Suga is off to ask Daichi and Michimiya.

Wow, he really doesn't wait for an answer, huh.

Asahi looks at you and he can see you're a little unsure. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, it's just... I really don't want to bother you guys so early in the morning like that."

"It's no problem at all, we usually practice early on the weekends anyway." Asahi says with a reassuring smile. That seems to melt your doubts away.

Suga walks back to you. "I've spoken to the two of them, they will join us but a little later."

"It's sorted, then." you say, smiling.

Of course, Asahi was the one who ended up walking you home that night.

Of course, Suga was "late" for the morning practice the next day, giving you and Asahi a lot of time to get comfortable around each other get nervous and DIE.

Of course, situations like these happened more than a few times.

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Before you know it, two months have passed. With Asahi and Michimiya's help, you improved tremendously and the Karasuno Girls Volleyball team cleared the first set of qualifying rounds for the Spring Interhigh. And so did the boys.

During this time, you and Asahi have become really good friends. Since you two live in the same area, you often end up going to school and walking home together, giving you a lot of time to talk about every topic under the sun. It took a while but you are now very comfortable around each other. In fact, Asahi himself wonders how he is able to tell you things so easily.

Both of your friend groups (and your entire school, also the neighbouring schools, random passersby, street dogs, birds flying past - you know, basically anyone with eyes) can see that you two are absolutely head-over-heels for each other. The only two people who don't know it are you two.

The way Asahi had gone out of his way to teach you everything he knew; how patiently he had walked you through every technique, every mistake; how he had sweetly asked you for permission every time before correcting your posture and showing you the right finger placement (mind outta the gutter fellas, we talking about volleyball here); how every time he did that, you felt a jolt of electricity whenever his fingers touched you (I promise it is still about volleyball); how he cares about even the littlest things regarding you; how every time he smiles reassuringly at you, the world feels all right again; how supportive and encouraging he has been through it all: You have fallen for him harder than you have ever fallen in your entire life.

And you just keep falling harder and harder every moment you spend with him. He has become your comfort now. No matter how stressed or nervous you are, just having Asahi around makes you feel much calmer and confident.

Asahi, on the other hand, has smiled more in these last two months than he has ever smiled. He can't help it, being around you just makes him feel like he is floating. He was blown away by how talented and hard working you are and is so proud of the progress you have made.

The way you are so kind to him. The way you always speak up whenever someone makes fun of him. The way you always hype him up and believe in him. The way the world seems to stop every time you smile at him. The way your laugh has become his favourite sound in the world. Asahi could not be more enamoured by you even if he tried. You too, are his comfort now. He knows he can talk to you about every "sentimental" topic on earth without being made fun of.

The only problem is: You both are afraid that this comfort you find in each other will be ruined if either of you confesses and the other does not reciprocate your feelings. It is now a waiting game to see who spikes their ball into the other's court first, if at all.

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You are shaking. Partly with excitement, partly with nerves. After defeating Tohoku High, only one school remains between you and the nationals: Niiyama Joshi, one of the most powerful schools that always makes it to nationals when it comes to the Miyagi prefecture.

The boys' game had ended earlier than yours and they had already left the stadium. You were absolutely delighted to hear that they beat Seijoh. Now, they have to face Shiratorizawa, another powerhouse school that always makes it to the nationals.

You and Asahi both have your own mountains to climb tomorrow.

As you are walking out of the stadium with your teammates, you spot something.

"Hey, you guys go ahead, I will be right there." you say and turn back.

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It's been a very long day but you cannot sit still at all. You cannot stop thinking about the match tomorrow. Your hands are sweaty knees weak, arms are heavy because you keep clenching your fists open and shut as you pace around your bedroom. You had hoped to be able to meet Asahi and maybe feel a little better but by the time you had reached school, the boys had already left. You know how big a day it is for him tomorrow too so you don't want to bother him by asking him to meet. However, you should at least text him and congratulate him on his victory. You open your phone and see you already have a message from him:

Asahi: Hey, I heard you guys beat Tohoku! Congratulations! I knew you could do it.

You smile.

You: Thanks, I still can't believe we did that!!! Congratulations on beating Seijoh!! I heard it was a close match.

Asahi: Thanks! Yeah, it was anyone's game by the end. It was really intense. But we managed to win. Also, I had full faith that you would make it!

You: Damn, wish I could have seen it. Sooo, Shiratorizawa next. How are you feeling?

Asahi: Really, really nervous. They're really strong and I don't think anyone believes we can beat them.

You: Well, you just gotta prove them wrong, then! I truly believe that you guys can do it.

Asahi: I really hope so. Anyway, what about you? How are you feeling about going up against Niiyama tomorrow?

You: Honestly, I cannot stop shaking and thinking about tomorrow. We are so close and I just don't want to screw up and let my team down.

Asahi: Can you get out of your house?

You stare at your phone for a moment before replying.

You: Yeah, I can sneak out the backdoor. Why?

Asahi: Sneak out after 5 minutes. I'll be there.

You: You sure about this? It's late and you need to rest for tomorrow too.

Asahi: I'm sure and I'm already on my way.

You grab your schoolbag and quietly make your way out the backdoor. You see Asahi standing outside your house. He's wearing a purple t-shirt and is carrying a bag in his hand. He smiles and waves at you as you make your way towards him. The knots in your stomach are already starting to loosen.

"Hey, Asahi!"

"Hey, Y/N, I'm sorry for making you sneak out like this but... I couldn't help myself when I read your messages."

"No, it's completely alright. Actually, to be honest, I was kind of hoping to meet you too. I-I always feel calmer after talking to you."

Asahi blushes.

"R-really?"

"Yeah."

"I always feel better after talking to you too."

You can feel the heat starting to build in your face as you smile at him in response.

Asahi continues, "I-I know I am not good with words. But I want to tell you that I know exactly how you feel. You won't let anyone down. I have seen you play and really, you have nothing to worry about. You have made it this far and you are strong enough to take it further."

His words make you want to cry. He has always shown so much faith in you. You look at the ground and don't say anything as you try to hold back your tears.

"-And I - uh - got you something that I thought might make you feel better."

You look up in surprise and you see him reaching his hand into the bag he brought with him. As you watch, he pulls out a light blue cloth. It's a t-shirt.

You gasp as you recognize what it is.

He holds the t-shirt open by the sleeves so that you can read what's written.

It's a "The Way of the Ace" T-shirt.

"Oh my God!!" you say loudly.

He is completely thrown off by your reaction as you throw your head back and laugh.

Oh no. Does she think this is lame? Asahi starts to panic.

You reach into your own bag and pull out a similar looking light blue cloth. Asahi's eyes widen.

"I bought this today at the stadium for you. I know how important tomorrow's match is for you and I knew you'd be nervous so I wanted to give you this as a motivational sort of good luck thing." you say as you hold out a larger sized "The Way of the Ace" T-shirt.

All of your tension and nerves melt away as you both stand there laughing and holding the T-shirts.

"I hope I got the right size," Asahi says as you exchange the t-shirts.

"Same."

"It's perfect!" You both say at the same time and erupt into a hearty laugh again.

"Thank you, Asahi. I feel a lot better now. Really, thank you for everything. We wouldn't have made it this far if not for your help."

"It was all you, Y/N. All I did was show you the way. You walked it on your own."

"Yeah, you showed me the way of the Ace." you say, smiling.

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The score is 30-31 and it is match point for Karasuno Girls' High School against Niiyama Joshi for what seems to be like the 100th time. It has just been ties after ties after ties and every set has stretched well into the 30s. Somewhere at the beginning of the fifth set, you looked up to see the Karasuno boys piling into the stands to cheer your team on. From the looks of it, they won their match against Shiratorizawa.

Playing such intense 5 sets back to back has taken a massive toll and the players on both sides of the court are at their limit. However, it is now your turn to serve and if you manage to get this point, you will be through to the nationals.

"Y/N, GIVE US A NICE SERVE!!" the boys cheer for you from the audience.

Your knees are quaking and you feel like you can barely stand, much less run or jump. You are so out of breath that you feel like you are going to pass out any minute. As you somehow force yourself to walk into position, you can feel your knees buckling under you.

As you stand there, waiting for the referee to blow the whistle, your eyes instinctively search for Asahi. Even though he is far, you can easily spot him due to his height and the familiar light blue t-shirt he has changed into after his match.

As your eyes meet, Asahi cups his hands around his mouth and BELLOWS.

"JUST ONE MORE. YOU GOT THIS!"

The whistle blows.

BAM.

You barely have time to realize what happened as you are tackled to the ground by your teammates. There's a lot of hugging and crying and shouting.

As you recover from your shock, it finally registers. It was a service ace. Niiyama's libero had tried to dig the ball but it had bounced out of bounds.

You've won.

Tears of exhaustion and exhilaration start to flow from your eyes as you hug your teammates.

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Your feet are killing you as you walk out of the locker room towards the bus, wearing your own WotA t-shirt. It's late and the corridor is silent and empty as you're one of the very last few people to leave.

"I told you you could do it."

You look up and see Asahi standing a little further ahead, smiling at you.

You don't say anything, you just walk up to him and hug him. He seems taken aback but only for a bit as, barely a second later, you feel his large arms wrap around you tightly.

You both stand there for a while, both too exhausted to speak but finding comfort in each other's arms. It just feels so...right. Like this is exactly where and how you are meant to be.

When you finally break apart, you can see that Asahi is looking a little nervous.

"S-say, Y/N. I was wondering... i-if you would maybe want to go on a- on a date with me?"

Your eyes widen in surprise.

"It is completely okay if you don't! I'm sorry I shouldn't have said anythi-"

"Yes, yes, YES! I will go on a date with you."

"Really? You really want to go out with me?"

"Yes. Honestly, Asahi, I fell for you a long time ago. I was just afraid of freaking you out and ruining our friendship. So, I didn't say anything."

Asahi let out a little laugh. "It's freaky how we think so similarly because same." He takes your hand in his. "I fell for you the day I met you. And I just kept falling harder and harder the more I got to know you. I just never imagined you would feel the same way for me too."

"I do, I do, I so do! I always have!"

Both of you have the biggest smiles on your faces as you stand there holding hands and looking into each other's eyes.

You suddenly start to blush furiously.

"So...um...since we usually seem to be thinking the same thing. Um, would you like to kiss me?"

Asahi's eyes open so wide that you're worried they'll pop out of their sockets any minute. He is blushing furiously as he simply nods and leans in.

Your heart is thundering as your lips meet. But, it's Asahi. He kisses you with such tenderness and affection that you just melt into him.

The two aces of Karasuno walk out of the stadium hand-in-hand, wearing their matching WotA T-shirts. You're going to nationals, you've found some really great friends and you have found each other. Life is good.

FIN.

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Finally, I am so happy with how this turned out. I was stuck for a while trying to decide where to go with this story and I was panicking a little about not updating sooner. But I am glad I did not hurry this up because I really LOVE the turn this took in my head which it wouldn't have if I hadn't let the ideas stew in my mind for a while.

I know this was a long read but I really hope you guys enjoyed it and it was worth the read and the wait.

Likes, comments, reblogs and follows are always appreciated. Please DO NOT repost

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A GAME OF DIAMONDS AND HEARTS // H.O.

>> CHAPTER THREE

"The Gates of hell are open night and day, smooth the descent, and easy is the way..." - Aeneid, Virgil

(Frenemies to Lovers! Mob AU! ) Harrison Osterfield x Fem!OC

Word count: 2.17k words

Warning: Swearing, gun violence, car chase, full on action, cool dudes, anxiety and fluff in case you forget to blink ;)

Synopsis: After the sudden death of his uncle and the eccentric multi-millionaire mafia king Lufian Clarke, Harrison Osterfield’s almost decent life is mostly devastated especially when half of what should be rightfully his fortune is transferred to their immediate rival for reasons he doesn’t know. What’s remaining is him trying to figure out how to deal with this collaboration of two rival corporations that don’t belong together and work on the side of the woman he never knew would ever be referred to as his partner in crime while they are dragged into a mess bigger than what they were trained to handle.

A/N: The amount of time I waste on making these moodboards-- (I literally coloured the black and white pictures 💀 )

<< TWO [ MASTERLIST ] FOUR >>

A moment passed.

A shallow gust of wind tickled Harrison's left ear, making him squirm. He leaned back, pulling his rolled up sleeves down and buttoning them at his wrist followed by pressing the creases on his shirt—a habit of his, a ritual he can't seem to put away even when there was a sniper aimed at his head.

Worse. All this could be a trick.

Worst. It wasn't.

All in all, time wasn't the currency, Harrison had at his disposal. Yet, he found himself shoving a penny straight into the slot machine.

He cleared his throat in a failed attempt at clearing his foggy mind, "Don't you think, you shouldn't have let go of Tom?"

The more men, the better chances of survival. It worked this way, right?

Sandhya sighed, exasperated, the flicker of the candle animating a dance on her face was seemingly more lively than her at the moment.

"We suspect, at least one of your men were involved in Clarke's murder. Also," She paused, chuckling nervously, "I won't lie, I was expecting something like this to happen but not today, not right now." She referred to the rifle aimed at them.

"I am seriously...uh... ugh..." Harrison didn't know if there were proper words in the vernacular to reply to this. All he could do was grit his teeth.

How long will this day go, anyway? What was it? The solstice? Do solstice last this long?

In his prognosis, if he had one more revelation this day, especially if it had something or anything to do with the dead man, his brain would melt and leak out of his ears. On the non-fictitious scale: He would rip off his hair or empty a loaded .44 magnum into the head of the person closest to him.

But there were his men involved in Clarke's murder? His men?

And their respectable leader, Harrison Osterfield was trapped in a life and death situation, waiting for a can of smoke to allow him to escape? And on top of that, he was taking orders from one of their enemies?

What if it was her plan? What if she killed the old man? She had inherited his fortune— it was enough of evidence for Harrison to draw that conclusion even in its scant or flimsy state. He won't be surprised if she wanted him dead as much as he wanted her to be. Or that the sniper was one of her men. Or everything happening was a part of her bigger plan.

He had a pistol tucked away in his sock, maybe he could catch her at gunpoint?

The instant he glanced at the mirror of her flapjack, she had placed between them, he discarded the idea. No avail. The sniper could easily target him.

He was fucked up.

He could hear his life ticking away.

A click of tin hitting the floor ignited the dying flame in his heart. He felt Sandhya's hand slip over his, delicate fingers tapping against the back of his hand, gliding over his square signet ring that was sitting on his middle finger for ages now, moving further away to feel his rough, wounded knuckles, he never seemed to care about.

She appeared as afraid as him. Or maybe it was part of her plan. Harrison wasn't sure if it was the mutual fear they felt or the gesture, the little ministrations she drew over the back of his hand that had managed to ease his nerves, at least for the time being. His eyes swerved up, locking with hers again, her lips forming the words he was waiting to hear.

"Now!" She screamed on the top of her voice, retracting her hand as the smoke leaked out of the can, suspending itself into the air.

Harrison leapt on cue, ducking below the table. A single shot hits the wood of the chair, he was previously sitting on.

He tried to make the best use of the blindness that the grey smoke offered, pulling the table cloth in a swift motion. The wine and the lit candles fell over the fabric, igniting a fire. The flames and the smoke rose quickly, fanned by the stiff breeze, consuming the Pinterest worthy setting in a matter of seconds as he watched Sandhya's shadowy figure hopping off from the other side of the balcony, her red heels discarded by the decorated flower pots.

In a heartbeat, the fire alarm goes off followed by another shot. The people eating in the restaurant shrieked almost simultaneously as the second shot is wasted, their screams never subsiding as they run around, knocking over things, trying to get the hell out of the building.

Amidst the mist, Harrison grabbed the railing of the balcony, hopping off it, climbing down as promptly as he could, hearing more bullets fire on the place he just abandoned.

His planned smooth landing on the freshly mowed grass goes awry as he stumbles, falling over his knee in an attempt at dodging a shot that went over right his head, almost touching his hair.

There were more gunmen. His expressions were that of horror.

He quickly rose to his feet, pulling the pistol tucked in his sock out, looking around and over his shoulder before squeezing the trigger twice.

A man dressed in the waiter's attire fell from the first floor along with his rifle, hitting the ground, crumbling next to Harrison's feet, presumably dead.

Harrison didn't check. He was sure.

Aim. He was good at it. Way too good.

He paced his way with the pistol pointed downrange, pulling the slide back with his thumb and forefinger to the street full of chaos with people running in all directions, fire alarms blaring in the background. A maroon sedan stopped abruptly in front of him, a quarter of an inch away from hitting him and transporting him directly to hell.

He opened his mouth to swear but the driver was the first to flung the door open. He had red-brown shaggy hair, probably a result of the wind and was dressed in a grey trench coat with the belt undone. His eyes were hidden behind black wraparound mirror shades, hiding most of his face.

The only thing that sparked Harrison's interest was the shotgun poorly concealed inside his coat.

"Get in." Two words, another order. The driver was definitely way older than him, he could tell by his deep, rusty voice. The driver pushed the long barrelled gun in his direction.

Harrison groaned, shoving himself into the passenger seat, accepting the new weapon, discarding the smaller gun and shutting the door behind him.

"Where is she? Where is Sandhya?" Harrison demanded, looking over at the back seat, his frown deepening into a scowl but the driver popped the car into reverse and stormed the accelerator, hard, sending him flying backwards, his back hitting against the backrest.

"She'll meet us halfway." The driver replied, his eyes never leaving the road. Harrison settled himself on the polyester seat, taking a breath before the car took a sharp turn, almost knocking his head against the window.

"Watch out!" The driver warned and Harrison peeked at the rear view mirror.

A black Escalade SUV lunged towards them at a speed higher than theirs. At least four passengers were sitting in it, two of them pushed their heads out of the windows, hands holding shotguns, aiming a shot at the vehicle he was sitting in.

They ducked down, both Harrison and the driver evading the bullets fired at them. The rear windshield blew out with a boom and a crash, spraying glass over the unoccupied backseat.

Enough.

Harrison slid his window down, ducking again when more bullets were shot at them, before aiming straight to the front tire.

He fired one— two— three shots, one followed by the other. The third one successfully hits the wheel. He watched with a triumphant grin pasted over his face as the attacker's car tumbled, crashing against the telephone pole, now motionless.

But his grin didn't last long when they crossed the intersection. Two more cars emerged from the two sides, the same model as the one he had just shot down.

The panic was real this time. He could even hear police sirens.

What the actual fuck?

"We need to hurry!" Harrison instructed, restless in his seat, watching the black SUVs and the white police cruisers, red sirens blazing on their head, racing behind them.

It was a real chase.

They zoomed through the street, feeling alternately light and heavy as they shifted in their seats, leaning right and left as the roads forked as they sailed through the busy traffic, ignoring the honking cars, even honking themselves. The buildings, streets and the traffic began to blur as they raced down, veering frantically to avoid their pursuers.

A ray of hope: Another intersection. The signal was three seconds into turning red.

Perfect.

"You can do this..." Harrison whispered like a prayer, eyes glimmering with hope, focusing more on the road than the man operating the steering he knew nothing about, except for his remarkable prowess as a getaway driver.

You can do this!

The driver panted, breathing with his mouth as he puts the car into the sixth gear, pressing the accelerator as hard as he could, flooring the sedan through the blinking signal, it turning red the exact moment they tear through it.

The pedestrian cars came to a halt upon the red signal, breaking hard, forming a chain, successfully blocking the way of both the attackers and the cops.

The driver barked out a laugh, the type falling more into the category of a chortle than an actual laugh (not that Harrison cared), taking off his shades, shoving them inside his coat, a proud smile plastered on his face as he weaves from lane to lane, disappearing under a bridge, finally stepping on to the much calmer highway.

"Kevin." The driver muttered.

"Huh?" Harrison responded with a questioning look. The guy was at least fifty-five years old, Harrison could tell now. His natural grey hair stood in contrast with his dyed copper ones, adding to his overall charm. His adventurous demeanour has previously mistaken him for being any younger.

Stretching a left hand, "My name is Kevin," the driver clarified, his light brown eyes meeting momentarily with Harrison's blue ones.

Harrison nodded, putting away his gun, wiping the sweat on his palm over his pants, before taking his hand for a brief shake.

"Harrison," He offered his own name.

"I know," Kevin replied nonchalantly, shifting his focus back to the road.

The blond turned to the other side, head leading against the headrest, glancing out of the window, watching the scenery move backwards, carefree as a lark for once, until the driver slowed the vehicle down, parking at the side, near a divergence where a 91' Accord waited for them.

He leapt out of the car. Harrison followed suit.

Taking the back seat of the switch car, alongside a woman that wasn't Sandhya, Kevin slumped into the cushions, stretching his hands over his head, shutting his eyes, probably tired (of course), taking the much needed break. The woman, on the other hand, was busy typing away on her laptop, wired headphones tucked into her ears.

Another man emerged from the passenger seat, passing Harrison on the way, his face invisible in the dim highway lights, taking the maroon sedan. Harrison replaced him, getting into the switch car, sitting on the front, the only seat that was left unoccupied.

"Welcome back." The voice on the driver's seat greeted him.

Sandhya.

Harrison snorted, choosing not to turn his neck to meet her face and rather settling on passing a mere glance at her with a side eye.

She was back to wearing her coat, raven hair whipped by the wind, loose strands sticking over her face, her makeup no longer intact and slightly greasy, except for her bold red lipstick, sitting over her smiling mouth, complimenting her smooth dusky skin.

She pulled the gear, pressing on the pedal, putting the car in motion, its engine roaring for a full minute, her right hand on the wheel, left hand ceaselessly turning the dial of the radio back and forth, till Blinding Lights echoed from the speakers. She kept the volume low, possibly because of the other woman busy on her laptop, definitely because of the man dozing off, sitting behind them. But that didn't stop her from mouthing the lyrics or sway her body with the tunes.

Harrison looked away, outside the window, head slightly out, chin pressed against one of his hands he had kept over the window edge, feeling the cold air hit his face harder when she shifted the gear, speeding off the vehicle.

A ghost of a smile flickered over his lips, the upbeat music filling his ears.

He had different plans...

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84. Eddie ofc.

Hi, thank you! I’ve had this one for a while but I figured I could wait and post it on Thanksgiving!

84. “I may love you but I will kick your ass if you tempt me to.”

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Richie stopped pacing for a moment to take off his glasses and drag his hand down his face. He was currently standing in front of the Denbrough house⎯ had been for the past ten minutes, trying to prepare himself for what was inside.

Eddie.

It would be the first time Richie saw him in person since they broke up four months ago and Richie wasn’t ready. He thought about skipping Friendsgiving with the losers so he wouldn’t have to face Eddie just yet, but Stan had threatened to fly to California and drag him to Derry by his ears if he tried to do that.

“You’re gonna have to see him at some point Richie, we’re all friends. Stop being a little bitch.” Stan had told him before hanging up and that was it.

For a moment, Richie thought he could handle it. Their breakup was mutual, they were moving to different states for college and they were scared of what the distance could do to their relationship. It was better to end it before letting it ruin their friendship as well. They still talked⎯ at first it was a little weird while they learned to navigate the awkwardness that came with going from boyfriends to just friends, but they made it past that and now it was almost normal. 

Except for the fact that Richie was still in love with Eddie and he missed him every day. Hiding those feelings was easier when it was only texts and phone calls, but now he would seeing Eddie in person and he didn’t think he’d be able to act like everything was okay.

The door opened, snapping Richie out of his thoughts. Bev stood there, raising an eyebrow at him.

“How did you know I was here?“ 

"I saw you pacing from the kitchen window and I got tired of waiting for you to get your shit together." 

“Oh right.” At least it was Bev who saw him. He smiled at her, big and honest. "I’ve missed you, Marsh.”

Her expression softened and she opened her arms, smiling back at him. “I know. Get in here, Tozier.” Richie listened, enjoying the hug and the happy squeal she made when he squeezed her waist.

“Everyone here already?" 

She gave him a knowing look, seeing right through his question. "Yes, Eddie is here and don’t worry, he’s just as nervous as you are." 

"Fuck you, I’m not nervous.” Richie said, she simply rolled her eyes and closed the door behind them. Then Richie heard it, the noise coming from inside. Their friends talking and catching up and over all of that, Eddie screaming at Bill to deal the fucking cards already! 

Hearing his voice in person was like being doused with ice cold water. It must have shown in his face because Bev gave his arm a squeeze before dragging him towards the living room.

“Look who I found lurking outside!" 

"My mother’s cat?” Bill asked distractedly without looking up from the deck of cards. 

“No, your mom’s boyfriend.” Richie replied, grinning and doing finger guns at his friends.  

They all groaned and rolled their eyes, but also crowded around Richie to hug him. When it was Eddie’s turn, they both hesitated. Richie didn’t know if they were supposed to hug or if that would be too weird. 

“Hey Eds.” He said, waving awkwardly. 

“Hi Rich." 

His friends were trying to give them space, turning their backs to them and engaging in meaningless conversation. Richie loved them for it, but it made the moment even more awkward. 

Well, if it was already awkward⎯

Fuck it, Richie thought and wrapped his arms around Eddie, pulling him in. Eddie let out a little yelp before relaxing and tentatively slipping his arms around Richie’s waist. Richie didn’t want to let go, he had missed Eddie so much his heart ached, but he forced himself to pull away after a few seconds.

"Okay!” He cleared his throat, putting some distance between him and Eddie and trying not to stare at his cute little blush. “Are we gonna eat or what? I’m fucking starving!”

They crammed into the table, jostling for seats. Richie ended up between Eddie and Stan. He thought about asking Stan to switch, but he didn’t want to cause a scene. He already knew what Stan would say, they used to sit like this even before he and Eddie started dating and Richie would just have to suck it up. 

Conversation flowed easily, the seven of them speaking over each other while they ate, talking about their classes, their dorm rooms, the people at their college. Richie was having fun and he was happy that he came. He’d missed his friends, including Eddie. 

Once they got past the initial awkwardness, they easily fell back into their usual banter. Richie made fun of Eddie and the wet wipes he pulled out of his fanny pack, Eddie bitched at Richie for eating with his hands and they bickered over silly stuff. It was good, normal⎯ as long as Richie ignored the way his heart sped up when Eddie smiled at him a certain way or how his breath caught in his throat when their knees touched under the table. 

After dinner, they moved to the living room. His friends had been playing Uno while they waited for Richie to arrive, the cards still spread out on the coffee table. Bill, Eddie, Mike and Richie crowded around it to play another game while Stan, Bev and Ben sat on the couch and browsed Netflix for something to watch. 

Their game dragged on mostly because whenever one of them was close to winning, the other three would band together to make sure that person had to draw a bunch of cards from the pile.

It was already the third time Eddie was down to one card, after yelling uno! so loud and sudden that he startled Ben who’d been falling asleep on Bev’s lap. Eddie did a little dance, a smug smile on his face. Richie had to bite down on his tongue to stop himself from blurting out cute cute cute.

He stared down at his cards instead. He had a lot of them. It turned out that Bill sucked at shuffling and during his last turn, Richie had to draw like ten red cards before finding the yellow one that he needed. That was okay though, Richie wasn’t trying to win, he only wanted to have fun and pissing off Eddie was always a sure way to do that. Luckily he had the perfect card for it. 

Eddie knocked his feet against Richie’s leg. “Are you having a stroke? Your face is doing something weird.”

“It’s called a smile Eds, you should try it sometime.” Richie shot back with no heat. 

Eddie stuck his tongue out at him. 

After Bill and Mike placed their cards on the pile, it was Richie’s turn again. Eddie was anxiously bouncing his leg, waiting for Richie to play so he could do the same and win. 

But Richie was about to rain on his parade. 

“I have a surprise for you, Eds.” Richie singsonged, smirking. 

Eddie frowned, then his eyes drifted to Richie’s cards and those eyes widened. “No! Richie, no! Don’t you dare.”

Richie’s smirk widened, he picked the Draw four card from his pile and showed it to Eddie, whose eyes narrowed. 

“Richie, no.”

“Richie, yes.”

“Do not use that card.” Eddie told him, pointing a menacing finger at him. 

Richie lowered the card slowly towards the pile, making a show of it. “Or what?”

Bill and Mike were watching the exchange, both amused and exasperated. Richie could see Stan shaking his head at them from the corner of his eye.

“You were so close, Eds." 

Eddie groaned, reaching for Richie’s card with a quick movement but Richie saw it coming and he held it above his head. "Give me the card, Richie.”

“Nope." 

Eddie pounced, climbing over Richie to get it himself. Richie blinked up at him, slightly panicked at having Eddie in his lap. He still managed to keep the card out of his reach. "Eddie, what the fuck?” He said, voice a higher pitch than usual. 

“Give me that card! Richie!” He yelled, reaching for it, straddling Richie and almost sending his heart rocketing out of his chest. He could hear Mike trying to coax Eddie from his lap, bless his heart, but Eddie wasn’t listening. “Goddamnit Rich, I may love you but I will kick your ass if you tempt me to.”

Richie let out a strangled noise, Eddie froze realizing what he just said. He stared down at him with big brown eyes that looked as shocked as Richie felt. The living room was completely silent, except for the movie playing in the background. Richie could feel all of their friends staring at them.

Then Bill was standing up, clearing his throat. "I think I just saw my mom’s cat through the window.” He said, exchanging a look with Mike. “Do you guys want to see if we can⎯”

“Yeah.” Mike cut in, also standing up. “We’ll leave you two to it.” He told Richie and Eddie, walking to the door. Bev and Stan did the same, dragging a confused Ben with them. 

When they heard the door close, Eddie scrambled off Richie, his face a dark shade of red. He sat back on his heels, staring down at his lap. Richie sat up and watched Eddie closely, there was a tiny crease between his eyebrows and he was biting on his lower lip. 

“Here.” Richie said, offering Eddie the card. He accepted it with a snort, playing with it. “Listen Eds, I know you didn't⎯ It’s fine. This isn’t the first time you said something you didn’t mean in the heat of the game.” He chuckled nervously. Eddie still wouldn’t meet his eyes. “I mean, there was that time you said you’d cut off Bill’s hand while we played Monopoly. At least I think you didn’t mean that, but you know, if you did⎯”

“I meant it.” Eddie said, so quiet that Richie almost didn’t hear him over his own rambling.

Richie frowned confused, even if Eddie wasn’t looking at him. “You wanted to cut off Bill’s hand?”

Eddie gave him a look, the you’re an idiot look Richie knew so well. “No Richie, the⎯ the other thing.” He said, flicking the card at his face. “I love you.”

Hearing those words again made Richie feel warm all over, it had been so long. He tried to squash down the feeling but he couldn’t help softly asking, “You do?”

“Of course I do, Rich. I never stopped.” Richie stared at him, mouth opening and closing but no words came out. Eddie wrinkled his nose. “I knew this would happen, shit. That’s why I didn’t want to come.”

“I didn’t want to come either.” Richie said, biting the inside of his cheek. “Stan had to fucking threaten me. I was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from kissing you or doing something stupid like⎯”

“Like saying you still love me?” Eddie supplied with the faintest of smiles. 

Richie let out a snort. “Yeah, something like that.” Eddie giggled softly. Richie stared at him, sure that there were literal hearts behind his eyes. How could he forget how cute that sound was? “I do by the way. Still love you." 

Eddie sighed, mouth curled downwards. “That doesn’t change anything.” 

“Why not?”

Eddie shook his head, frowning. “Because even if we love each other, we still live in opposite sides of the country Rich, we can’t make a long distance relationship work⎯”

“We’re making a long distance friendship work Eds, how is that any different?” Richie argued. He didn’t know where this was coming from, he hadn’t planned to try and get Eddie back, but now that he knew there was a chance, that Eddie still loved him, he had to give it a shot. 

“It’s different if we’re together, you⎯ you could meet someone.” Eddie said, voice small and sad. “What if you meet someone and you like them and you can’t be with them because you’re stuck with me? Your boyfriend that is a thousand miles away.” 

“I already met someone I like.” Eddie’s face fell and Richie had to stop himself from rolling his eyes at him. “It’s you, you idiot. I don’t want anyone else. Do you?” Eddie shook his head without missing a beat. “Then why the fuck are we still arguing, when we could be making up for four months of not kissing?”

Eddie chuckled, leaning in and butterflies exploded in Richie’s chest at having Eddie so close. Before their lips touched though, Eddie paused. “Do you really think we can make this work?” He asked, Richie heard the fear and worry in his voice. He was worried too, but he loved Eddie too much to let fear get in the way again.

“I think we at least deserve a chance to try.” 

“Okay.” Eddie said before finally closing the distance between them and capturing Richie’s lips in a kiss. Richie responded eagerly, pouring four months of longing into the kiss. Eddie climbed on his lap for a second time that day, Richie gave his thighs a squeeze. 

“Fuck, I missed you.” Richie said, smiling against Eddie’s mouth.

“Me too, Rich.” Eddie cradled Richie’s face. “But if you use that Draw four card on me, I’m breaking up with you again.” 

Richie let out a laugh, nodding. He didn’t care about the stupid game, as far as he was concerned, he already won. 

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Part two to Beetlejuice x depressed reader

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It has been a couple of weeks since Beej has found out about my cuts so far I've been doing pretty good. I look at my arms and see the cuts are slowly healing and scaring over. But at the cost of my healing Beej has been very clingy recently almost like he doesn't trust me. He won't let me around the blades for shaving or anything that is sharp, instead he insists that he shaves my legs for me and to be honest I have let him do it. I will also let him cut the veggies and fruits for making my lunches. I just kiss him on the cheek when he does so that he will smile and enjoy himself while doing it.

      To be honest I have had urges to do it but I have been stopping myself this whole time trying to be good. I haven't told Beej either I just feel if I do I will just be bothering him especially since he's been trying his best to be supportive of me.

I snuggle up to Beej and nuzzle into his chest. Noting that it is very soft I wrap my arms around him as a smile slowly carved it's way onto my face. I look up at him and watch him for a bit as he seems to be In thought. He looks down at me and smiles back at me, I go to kiss him on the cheek and then get back to being comfortable. I feel his arms wrap around me pretty tightly. I feel safe while he's around. I fall asleep due to the comfort that I am feeling with him holding me.

        I wake up a few hours later to notice that he is no longer in bed with me. I think to myself 'maybe he had to do something' I get up from where I am and start to move to the kitchen. I look for some food but notice a note on the fridge saying "I will be back In a few hours need to take care of something" I just stare at the note for a minute. I haven't been alone in couple of weeks he's been here the whole time just to make sure I've been ok. I look down at the ground thinking to myself how much I have burdens my boyfriend. Tears start to roll down my face but I stop them soon after when I go to sit on the couch. I haven't eaten anything in the past few hours but right now I don't seem to care. To caught up in my own self pity I get up from the couch and start to look for a blade that I could use. I look in the highest cabinet the one Beej would use when he didn't want me getting to stuff since I can't reach it. I climb onto the counter and look inside the cabinet "hm nothing there" I say to myself. Then it clicks with me I go to one of my secret hiding spots that Beej doesn't know about.

I go upstairs and head under my bed grabbing the loose floorboard as I lift it I find my secret stash of blades. I take one and head off to the bathroom. I look at my cut up arm and look at the stitch that he did for me I then notice most of my marks have healed up except for that one. I take the blade and cut gently at my arm wincing at the pain but also feeling relief wash over me from the feeling of the pain. It wasn't a very deep but at all so I just put a bandage over it trying to make it seem like it was an accidental cut like I fell. I go back under my bed and put the blade back where it was and cover it up with the floorboard. I come out from under my bed as Sit back down on my bed feeling satisfied with myself.

I hear some noise come from down stairs so I head down to check it out. I see that Beej has grocery bags he sets them down on the table. I wave at him and he smiles "I see your awake so did you just wake up or have you been up" he says looking at me up and down. I smile and say "I've been up for maybe a half an hour" a since of guilt washes over me as I remember what I just did I mask it with the smile I have on "I did end up falling and cut my arm a little bit I seems to be fine I bandaged it up" I say with the same smile on my face. He walks up to me and looks at my arm seeing that it is a little dirty. Probably from the "fall" he kisses me on the cheek and continues to put some stuff away for me I walk up to him and start to help him put some of the things away.

          We finish putting the groceries away and I sit on the couch and pat the spot next to me he sits down next to me. I put on a horror movie and watch it with him nuzzling into the crook of his neck. I look up at him and see him plotting something. He looks down at me with a mischievous look in his eyes and a evil smile. He then starts to tickle me, I laugh really kicking trying to squirm away but he grew extra limbs to hold me down. I start to cry from laughing so hard he then stops because he hears the doorbell ring.

         I go over to the door to open it and look up and see my mom and stepdad at the door. I looks at them shocked "Mom, (stepdads name is Sean in this story) Sean what are you doing here" I say. My mom pushes through me to get into my house as she looks around and sees Beej sitting on the couch "y/n who is this" she says with a look that says you can do so much better. I look up at her nervous as I turn towards Sean to see that he is also looking at him in a very judgmental way. Having both parents in the house I then say "what are you guys doing here you never texted or called to tell me you were coming" I say looking at them like why are you here you came at the worst time "we came to check out how you are doing and we are also going to spend the night over here so we can spend time with you" I look at them with shock "you could have called first" I say with an annoyed tone of voice. Sean chimes in before my mom can speak "hey don't give you mom attitude we tried to call you a few nights ago but you wouldn't answer" I look at my phone and see no missed calls "well my phone never received those calls" it would have been nice to get a little heads up before though" I say in a quiet time trying not to anger or start a lecture from Sean.

My mom goes back into the conversation "so who is this young man" she says eyeing him up and down. I see her doing this "he's my boyfriend betelgeuse he's named after the tenth brightest star in the sky" I say with a huge smile on my face. He stares at me in shock and blushes with his hair turning a little shade of pink. Soon after the shock subsided from him he has a sofia smile appear on his face. I look over back at my mom "so why exactly are you spending the night here at my house it's not entirely prepared" I say staring at them. My mom glances over at me and then starts to unpack her suitcase "we are here to make sure you are doing ok with the whole living alone thing since this is all new for you" she says looking into my eyes. I roll my eyes and lead them upstairs and take them to there room "oh yeah by the way Beej is staying with us" I say closing the door behind them and walking into my room.

[onevisionanthem]

- New beginnings -

Pairing: Josh Kiszka + readear ( basically )

Content warnings: none at all, pure fluff 😍.

Words number: honestly I don’t remember it, haha! I’m sorry!

Writer’s space: It was 2013 when I wrote the last fiction of my brief “career” as a writer. But, as I read so many new and interesting fics here on tumblr I decided to start again writing. I had been helped by @satans-helper for grammar corrections ( English is not my first language, sorry) and little improvements to the story ( thank you babe 😘 ) and I had been supported by @loveandhappiness91 too ❤️❤️. Btw, I hope you’ll enjoy the story ( it’s not too long) and I thank everyone who will read it in advance ( comments are welcomed, as I’m writing another story and I need to know if I have to change or improve my style ). P.s. I also posted my version of Josh in this story ( the cutest period , to me ).

​A new year has finally begun.

Well, to be honest, I have been eagerly waiting for a new beginning since last summer--I really wished to change my life and do what I truly wanted. I needed to find a new job, rent or buy a little apartment where I could live, maybe in a new city entirely... Basically, what I was aspiring to do was to grow up and be independent. And what was the best way to say GOODBYE to the old me? Easy: throwing a party with the most important people in my life.

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​The party idea was a success and it really went wild. Josh and I, with his brothers, decided to spend New Year’s Eve together renting a chalet on the mountains of our hometown. We chose the best place in the world, as there was no one in the surroundings that could be annoyed by the loud music and, moreover, we were surrounded by a beautiful landscape. It would have been a better choice for a couple of lovebirds alone but, when I and Josh move, usually the others follow us. To me, it’s not a problem to be together with Josh’s family--I love them. But sometimes I wish I could spend more time alone with him.

I love to be in his arms and breathe at the same pace as him.

I love to look in his eyes and read in them how much he loves me.

I literally depend on his kisses, those kisses that take me to another dimension.

I truly love him.

​We really enjoy the company of each other, even if my boyfriend sometimes acts like a peacock. He really had the urge to be the centre of the attention in every situation and, for that characteristic, we all agree in giving him a nickname: The Peacock. And last night, our tiny peacock did his best to honour his funny name. He was the first to volunteer for the karaoke competition--but honestly, no one else volunteered for that game, knowing that the victory was impossible against Josh and for all the drinking games we invented. He won the silliest ones, too.

​After the stroke of midnight, Josh was so high that he was the only one who didn't understand what was happening. He laughed even for the most innocent things and, when he wasn’t involved in the conversations, he would fall asleep wherever he was standing or sitting. We took some funny photos of him while he was sleeping with his half-open mouth and I had even saved one on my phone as proof of this baby's behaviour.

​When it was almost impossible for Josh to stay awake at all, Danny and Jake carried him to our bedroom and laid him on the bed. He looked like a sack of potatoes, our cutie. I reached for him and kissed his forehead before leaving him sleeping and going again to the dining room where the party was still on fire.

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​And so there we were--the day was almost dawning. The party went on until late and Josh and I were together, lying under the covers in our bed. As I couldn’t hear anything coming from the other rooms, I supposed that even Jake, Sam and Danny were still sleeping with their girlfriends and perhaps I was the only one awake in the entire building. Indeed, Josh was still struggling with his sleep and apparently he was losing his battle--he couldn’t keep his eyes opened despite me caressing his cheek.

​I looked at his face, his lips parted and, in that moment, he was truly the perfect representation of quietness. His hair was sprawled all over his cushion and he was hugging me so tight that I was not sure how long I would resist. His body was so warm that I was starting to sweat under my pyjamas. I needed to slip from his grip, even if I felt comfortable and safe in his arms.

​I succeeded in escaping from his grasp without annoying him and decided to go to the kitchen to make some hot coffee, seeing as how that was the best thing to drink after having spent the previous night only drinking alcohol. It would definitely help me find my focus again. While the coffee machine was getting ready I looked out of the window and saw that there was a beautiful rosy sky where the sun was appearing; even the snow on the top of the mountains was reflecting a light shade of pink from the sky.

​It was too beautiful not to be seen. We couldn’t miss it.

​So, once the coffee was ready, I almost ran in my room and I started to give Josh little kisses on his cheek to wake him up. At first, he tried to protest and tried to take me under the covers again but I managed to grab his arm and dragged him out of the bed.

​Still half asleep, Josh was heavy to carry around but, fortunately, to reach the porch we didn’t have to climb a mountain. Eventually, we made it to the door and Josh started to yell, “A thunderstorm? An earthquake? Do we need to hide somewhere?” and it was in situations like those that I started to think that he should completely avoid alcohol. The morning after he usually acted like a dumb-ass... but he also made me laugh like a fool.

​On the porch he finally stopped talking. He understood why I was so keen to go out of the chalet. He stood still and breathless at the view in front of him: the lake was reflecting the woods, the mountains and the sun were now appearing fully in the sky, brightening everything. He turned to me and he noticed that I had already arranged some covers on the rocking chair and took some hot coffee with me to drink together.

​We sat close to each other and pulled the covers over our chests while I gently leaned my head on his shoulder. We sipped our coffees in complete silence, enjoying the magnificence of the view in front of us. He slid his right hand on my thigh under the covers and kissed my forehead, still really quiet. I was sure that we were living what the adjective “peaceful” truly represented and, while Josh was completely captivated by what nature was showing us, I was focusing on other things.

​The soft light was giving Josh’s profile a delicate pearly shade making him look like marble. His lips were so full, his cheeks were gaining a bit of colour from the hot beverage and his eyelashes were so long... I was captivated by him. He noticed me looking at him and turned his face to me:

“What are you looking at, sweetheart?” he said, smirking.

I cupped his cheek with my right hand and leaned in to kiss him. Our lips melted together divinely and that was enough to make my heart beat faster than normal. His grip on my thigh became stronger and we pulled our lips apart but rested our foreheads together. I looked in his eyes and mimicked with my lips “I love you” before sinking my face next to his neck.

“I love you too, Y/N,” he whispered in my ear and, leaving the empty mug on the table in front of him, he hugged me tightly while the sun reached out from the trees in front of the chalet.

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[iamvegorott]

For the highschool au, I know it's about dantistache, but I can't help but wonder how Google and Bing's relationship is? I imagine at some point Google asked Bing why he wore shades so much, and Bing falters for a second because the reason he wears shades so often is because he lost an eye when he was younger and didn't want to wear an eye patch but also couldn't afford a synthetic eye either, so he picked some shades and began wearing them everywhere he went.

“Hey, Google! What’chu up to!?” Wilford greeted loudly as he, Dark and Anti walked over to Google, who was looking up a large tree.

“Where’s Bing? You two are practically attached to the hip.” Anti asked with a little giggle. “It’s almost like you’re-” Anti stopped when Dark placed an arm around his waist, his hand giving him a little squeeze as a warning to stop. Anti curled up a little and turned his head to hide the slight blush on his cheeks.

“The moron you speak of is currently trying to break his neck,” Google answered, pointing to where he was looking.

“Googs! Check it out! I’m a bat!” Bing laughed as he hung upside down from a branch.

“I’m going to hit you with a bat if you don’t get down!” Google threatened.

“Come on, Googs! I’m just having fun!” Bing chuckled, kicking his legs out and making Google stiffen with fear. “I’ll be fi-” Bing’s comment became a shout as he lost his grip and fell off of the branch, crashing into a lower one before landing on the ground.

“Bing!” Google shouted and ran over to Bing.

“Go get the nurse,” Dark ordered Wilford and Wilford immediately took off towards the school building. “Hopefully he’s still here.”

“I’m going too,” Anti said before taking off after Wilford, Dark knowing Anti just wanted to get away since he wasn’t the best with these situations.

“Bing, are you okay!?” Google asked, kneeling on the ground next to him.

“Yeah, yeah,” Bing answered on his hands and knees, but one of his hands was up and covering an eye.

“Did you hurt your eye?” Google grabbed Bing’s wrist gently to move it, but Bing jerked away.

“No!” Bing snapped, face quickly relaxing when he saw the surprise on Google’s. “Um…no…sorry.” He said softly.

“Here.” Dark said, holding Bing’s sunglasses out towards him.”

“Thanks,” Bing said, taking the glasses and turning his head away to put them on.

“No need to fear, the doctor is here!”

“And there’s Mr. Nestor,” Dark said.

“I heard Bing fell from a tree.” Mr. Nestor said, helping Bing to his feet. “Did you get anything in your eye?”

“No,” Bing muttered, moving his head away when Mr. Nestor tried to remove his sunglasses.

“You know I need to check it. It’s not good if you get something in there, especially dirt.” Mr. Nestor stated.

“Can we look at it in your office?” Bing asked, holding his sunglasses to his face now.

“Of course. You’re lucky that Wilford and Anti caught me before I left.” Mr. Nestor said as he and Bing walked away.

“Wait-I…” Google stopped himself when he saw that Bing was slumped over in shame.

“We’ll wait for you out here,” Dark called.

“I just realized we’ve never seen Bing without his glasses,” Dark said.

“Maybe he has a really bad case of pink eye?” Wilford suggested.

“Or a black eye.” Anti shrugged, not seeing the look on Google’s face.

“If it was a black eye, it’d be healed by now,” Dark stated.

“What if he kept getting them? He’s a clumsy dude.” Anti said.

Google didn’t listen to the rest of the conversation as he watched the school’s doors.

x~x~x

“Thank you for driving us, Dark,” Google said as he and Bing got out of the car.

“No problem, we’ll see you guys on Monday,” Dark said.

“Have fun on your date, you three~” Bing sang, sticking his tongue out at Anti when Anti did it first. Google rolled his eyes and closed the door, both of them waving as the car drove off. “Your place or mine tonight?” Bing asked, waving again when he saw his mother at the window of the house.

“Mine,” Google said, waving with Bing. Bing pointed to the house next door and his mother gave a thumbs up and nodded, watching as he son and best friend go into the other house.

Google and Bing have been neighbors their entire lives. They’ve been on playdates since before they had memories. Their mothers knew each other very well and their dads got along too. They were used to them either being at one house or the other. Their mothers would make jokes about having two sons instead of one.

“You’re later than usual, Google, dear.” Google’s mom said, standing in the kitchen and writing something down on a notepad that was sitting on the table.

“Bing decided to go tree climbing,” Google said as Bing grabbed one of the cookies from the table, smiling widely at Google’s mother. Google’s mom was a lot more business-like than Bing’s. She ran a real estate company while Bing’s mother stayed at home.

“Please tell me he didn’t fall.”

“Maybe.” Bing giggled.

“I thought you were supposed to prevent him from doing stupid things.” Google’s mother teased and ruffled Bing’s hair.

“I can only do so much.” Google chuckled.

“Well, your father and I are going out with Bing’s parent tonight. We won’t be back till late. I left some cash on the counter for pizza. The number is on the fridge.”

“Thanks, mom. We’re going to go up to my room.” Google said and Bing helped himself to another cookie before they left.

“What game do we wanna play tonight?” Bing asked, rubbing his hands together as he looked at Google’s collection.

“Bye Google! Bye Bing!” Google’s mother called up.

“Bye!” Both Google and Bing called back.

“Actually…Bing…” Google swallowed thickly. “I want to talk.”

“Sure. What’s up, bro?” Bing asked, catching Googe’s tone.

“Why are you always wearing sunglasses?” Bing’s face dropped at the question.

“I just like them, dude.” Bing weakly chuckled.

“Then take them off,” Google said.

“Nah, dude.” Bing took a step back.

“Bing, we never hide anything from each other. We know everything. We’re honest. We’re the only ones were fully honest too.” Google placed his hands on the sides of Bing’s face, holding the sunglasses. Bing quickly covered Google’s hands with his owns and kept them there. “If you’re getting hit, we can-”

“Hit?” Bing’s eyebrows went up. “What do you mean hit?”

“Why else would you be hiding your eyes?” Google’s voice cracked a little.

“Googs…I’m not getting hit. I promise.” Bing bit his lip. “But you don’t want to see it, trust me. I don’t want to scare you away too.”

“Bing. You need to trust me too.” Google said. There was a long pause before Bing lowered his hands and swallowed.

“Okay,” Bing whispered. He cringed when Google slowly removed his sunglasses and he kept both eyes closed. There was another pause before he opened them, showing Google that one of his eyes were missing.

“You don’t…”

“Yeah. I don’t have one of my eyes.” Bing let out a weak laugh. “Why do you think I’m so clumsy?”

“What happened?” Google asked.

“A fucking wasp stung my eye when I was a lot younger. I had an allergic reaction and the doctors couldn’t save the eye and like hell, we could afford a fake one and I learned quickly that everyone thought you were weird if you wore an eyepatch.” Bing explained. He could feel tears forming as Google didn’t respond. “I know it looks weird, it looks gross, I look disgusting because of some stupid accident I had no control over. I was a kid, man. Wasps are assholes and they ruined what people called the ‘doors to your soul’. One of my doors is gone.” Bing shook his head. “I’m sorry, Googs. I shouldn’t have let you-” Bing stopped when Google suddenly grabbed his face and pulled him in for a kiss. “Wha…”

“You’re beautiful,” Google said and gave him another kiss. Bing’s eyes stayed wide for a moment before they fluttered shut and he wrapped his arms around Google, joining in on the kiss.

“Google, do you know where I left my-oh my gosh!” Google’s mother’s squeak scared both of them apart. “Suzan! Suzan I called it! I told you they would get together!” She shouted as she ran away from the room, her heels clicking down the hall.

“Oh, God.” Google groaned while Bing started laughing loudly.

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