#anyway fuck 5 pebbles i hate that guy

[artgletic]

case study of the self-identified god

[cicadasys]

Funny thoughts time: I never thought I'd be comfortable having [our] Val around so often. I have some, not so nice source memories of him, that have effected me before in terms of making me feel sick physically while remembering them. [I won't get into them here. This also doesn't apply to other Val fictives, you guys are cool.] So, when I found out that Val specifically formed to help soothe me and be someone to talk to, I was uncomfortable.

It didn't make sense for someone, who'd hurt me [in source], to have split and formed for me. She'd been hiding for weeks, only revealing themselves to the host, and later the host revealing it to me after they couldn't hide it anymore. [Something I wish you told me earlier pebble].

Despite all that, now I'm typing this at 5:52 AM while being cuddled by the damn guy [/P], he's genuinely been a force of good for me recently. He's same old Val in terms of personality, and some temperament, but is a better person than before. We also have an Angel in system, who while isn't connected to source in particular and rather hates it, still has some attachment to it, so Val existing was a point of contention.

But, from the last time I saw they are genuinely getting along now too. It just makes me wonder if Val's formation was also something the brain figured we needed to move past these pseudo memories we have about him [Me, and Angel]. That's not to say I'll ever fully, be over what I remember, hell for fuck sake I'm dating a wonderful amazing Alastor fictive, and I don't think I'll ever be able to fully move on from my Al even though the day I see my partner I'll kiss them in a heartbeat. I'm assuming the same for Angel. But, for now it helps to every once in a while hear the soft noise of a moth whenever I tune back into headspace.

Anyways ramble over. 💀💀

[wigglepiggle]

artificer is a slugcat like uh these guys

Okay well I couldn't get the normal slugcat image to work but there's arti. They were formerly a parent of two little slugpups (baby slugcats), however, the slugpups were killed by Scavengers because they messed with the Scav's stuff (scavengers are a creature in rainworld which love shiny things like pearls and are quite intelligent). As a result, Arti just fucking hates them all and goes to kill them. It's unclear how Artificer got their scar, but it likely resulted from a fight with scavs. Arti is able to fight scavengers so well because they're just explosive, they can do a bomb jump midair which propels them a good distance and knocks back nearby things. They can also spend food in order to turn rocks into bombs or spears into explosive spears.

In artificers campaign, you start out in the normal areas where you meet a citizen ID drone that's damaged, and it starts following you around. If you take it to Five Pebbles, one of the iterators (idk how much you know about them but they're enormous supercomputers with entire cities on top), he tells you that it used to belong to one of his citizens, but they are all gone now. He also reveals that his city is infested with scavengers in great numbers and they're tearing it up for scrap metal. So, because you have mutual interests, he grants you access to his city. The rest of the campaign involves you charging through the city wiping out scavengers to clear a path to scavenger Chieftan. The Chieftan is a boss fight of sorts, and once it's killed Arti's campaign ends.

One note about artificer is that you begin with a max of only 1 karma- normally, it's 5. The first karma level is generally believed to represent Wrath, because arti is so angry at the scavs and consumed with revenge they cannot go past this. There is a way to increase max karma, by visiting echoes (explaining those is a whole other thing), but if you visit most of them, you can get down to the void and ascend, like you would at the end of most normal playthroughs of rainworld, at least on survivor and monk. However, when you ascend, you're presented with a vision of meeting your kids once again...

Before they're ripped away forever and you fail to properly ascend, instead becoming an echo cursed to wander the world forever because of attachment to the world, or something like that

Anyways yeah funny dad explosive scug :thumbs up:

i read this went you sent it but I forgot to respond YAAY SCUG THATS SO COOL

[melo-yello]

📚School Struggles📚 w/ 💥🪨KiriBaku💥🪨 HeadCanons

Pairings: KiriBaku X Black!Reader

Summary: College AU! Reader falls behind in course work, and won’t tell anybody. But Kirishima and Bakugou find out.

A/n: I’m an adult who went most of my life with undiagnosed learning disabilities so this would just be comforting to me. Lil angst! Lots of fluff. Implied ADHD and Dyslexia.

📕🖊 First tests are handed back in four of your eight classes.You’ve failed all but one which you barely passed. You are asked stay back as yet another professor suggests you find a tutor

📕🖊You’re lowkey offended. You’ve never needed a tutor before. Up until recently your performance in other areas compensated for your less than stellar academics. You were in gifted courses all your life. You would just hafta try harder

📕🖊 Kiri and Baku are saving a spot in line for you by the time you meet them at the cafe when you shove the thoughts of failure out of your brain and perk up to your usual self

📕🖊 Kiri’s face lights up as soon as he spots you. “Over here, Babe!” He beams flagging you down. Like it was hard to make out the giant red head in a crowd. Especially with the large lean, continuously pissed blonde scowling at everyone right by his side.

📕🖊 “Hey,Dumbass.” Baku smiles slightly and pulls a hand from his pocket to offer you a hug and a kiss on the temple

📕🖊 Kiri pulls you by your waist into his torso kissing your forehead “What took you so long?” He asks letting you free from the vice grip he had on your curvy hips

📕🖊 “I got a lil turned around again.” You lie pulling Bakugou’s free hand into yours then lean into his shoulder. There’s something very comforting about how warm he is all the time. You wanted to snuggle into his back but PDA really isn’t his thing and you are already pushing it

📕🖊 “It’s a big campus, Teddy, you just have to get used to it. You just transferred. Me and Eiji can take turns walking you from class to class until you get the hang of it, you know?” Baku says trying to read your eyes. He could just feel something is off. Your box braids and the angle itself saves you from any further scrutiny.

📕🖊“You guys, gotta be pretty sprung to do that for me, ya know.” You quip smirking up at him then over to Kiri. “Fuck you too, Teddy Bear.” Baku huffs smirking *maybe he was wrong, unlikely* “Yea basically, Pebs. Liking who you date is super manly.” Kirishima laughs grabbing his tray.

📕🖊 You three finally sit in a small wrap around booth. Bakugou taking the middle spot today. You do your best to not zone out and hyper fixate on your test scores by making sure to laugh at Kiri’s jokes and nod along with Baku’s venting

📕🖊 You slide your fork in and out of your picked over food as you strategize how to fix your current problem without alerting your boyfriends. Before you knew it your table is quiet with two crimson gazes fixed on you

📕🖊 “You’re quiet today, L/n.” Bakugou says fixing you with a deeply fierce gaze which was his way of looking concerned. Sharpness of your actual name drew you from your thoughts in a instant. “Hmmm I think Kats has a point, L/n Y/n.” Kirishima says in between slurps of his smoothie. His red eyes practically dripping with curious concern

📕🖊 You make a quick split decision between the truth and charm. “Wow, my government. I must be in real big trouble.” You pout trying to flirt your way out of a more serious conversation. You poke out your plush bottom at Kiri while slipping a hand onto Baku’s inner thigh and gently squeezing before hitting him with the same seductive pout

📕🖊 Big Mistake!😳 Bakugou’s vermillion eyes widen before becoming instantly stern as he grips your wrist tight enough to hurt. “The fuck are you doing?!! I was being serious, Y/n! And in public?!! You’re fucking priceless!” The ash blonde hisses with angry pink cheeks. Guilt washes over you when you snatch your wrist back. “I’m sorry. I just didn’t want to...talk about it.” You mumble. “Then use your fucking words!” 😤 Bakugou kisses his teeth and stands so Kiri lets him out. “He’s just a little embarrassed, Pebble. I needa talk him down. You can find your next class right?” He sighs watching Baku storm out

📕🖊 “Yea. I’m sorry. Tell him, Kiri. Please.” You squeak sheepishly grabbing your stuff. “He knows but I will. He’s mad about other stuff.” He nods following after Bakugou

📕🖊 It’s intimidating to compete with their history at times. You couldn’t bring yourself to just dump all your issues on them

📕🖊 You’ve only been dating since summer and Kiri and Baku have been dating since their senior year in high school year. You guys are starting your junior year and are still learning each other.

📕🖊 You get lost a couple times before finding the right building. The noise in your head going nearly at light speed to wrap all the problems you’re having. The professor passes the test you’d spent majority of last night and early morning studying for. You felt confident until it was in your hands.

📕🖊 You chew the pen top trying to finish up the last 7 short answer questions when then alarm for 5 minutes left is given. You panic not even having started the true false section on the last page. You scribble down answers just as time up is announced across the classroom

📕🖊 Defeat washes over while you shuffle out the door. You reach in your pocket to dig out the card for Student Accomidation Services your World Civ professor gave you. Maybe this was something simple as a “processing problem” as she had explained when you visited her during office hours

📕🖊 A throat clearing pulls you from your thoughts. You jump stuffing both hands into your jeans card and all. Bakugou stood unreadable propped up on a wall only a few steps away from you. “Eiji, thinks we need to talk about the cafe. Plus he doesn’t get out of lab til 3:45, so you’re kinda stuck with me.” Bakugou mumbles offering his palm as an olive branch.

📕🖊 “He’s probably right. I don’t mind just you, Tuff Guy. I really am sorry though, Katsuki.” You sigh interlocking your fingers with his. “I know, Teddy. I wasn’t really mad about that anyways.” Baku concedes as you two stroll down the hall. “I didn’t hurt your wrist earlier, did I?” Baku asks softly opening the door and meeting your eyes with gentle concern. “Nah, You didn’t, King Explosion Murder.” You laugh giving his hand a firm squeeze before kissing it

📕🖊 The walk to your dorm is quiet and peaceful. He lets you settle your school bag before speaking again “I just feel like you’re still trying to hide parts of yourself from us, especially me,” He says looking into your eyes now, “Like you’ve been pulling back. Eijirou thinks I’m looking too deep, but I doubt it. I know I can be a little rough and mean sometimes...well a lot of the times. I’m not easy to get along with. But you know you can talk to us when you’re upset or if something bothering you... if I’m bothering you. I don’t like you feeling like you have to pretend to be ok if you’re not.” Baku finishes crossing his arms tightly across your chest.

📕🖊 You dig your nails into your palms mercilessly. You open your mouth to reply and reassure him but the words won’t come. Baku notices what you’re doing to your hands and steps closer to take them into his. He rubs slow circles into the backs of them. Hot tears pool at the corners of your eyes as you try to find your voice. “Kats, I’m...I didn’t me...I...Of course you’re not what’s bothering me.” you croak out just as tears roll down your face and Baku pulls you to his chest.

📕🖊 Your breathing hitches and you just let yourself be disappointed, confused, frustrated, and upset about the last month and a half of struggling and wondering why you couldn’t tell anybody and why no one was even noticing. But He did. Baku had noticed. He rocks gently as you tremble in his arms rubbing firm circles in your lower back.

📕🖊 You two stay like that for what seems forever. Once your breathing evens out Baku’s hold relaxes. He kisses both your temples.You reluctantly let go , so you can pull wrinkled failing test pages from your backpack. “Please don’t laugh at me, Suki.” You peep placing the cause of your meltdown in his hands not attempting to have your puffy eyes met his red ones. Lifting your chin so you’re looking him in the eyes. “Come on, Teddy Bear. I wouldn’t dare.” He nods with the most serious face

📕🖊 Bakugou is quiet for a while as he leafs through the exam papers. “Why didn’t finish any of them?” He asks “Time. I’m a slow reader.” You mutter back. “I’ve seen you doing homework for two of these courses and passing those, what’s happening?” Baku says staring in disbelief at the scores at the top of each exam.

📕🖊 You swallow the lingering fear of judgement. You place a hand at your temple to remind yourself of Baku’s earlier tenderness. “I get anxious. It gets so much harder to read when I’m that worked up, and I can barely focus once I start forgetting answers...I know it’s just a test. I guess...That sounds dumb, doesn’t it?” You sigh shrug off your own explanation.

📕🖊 “Nope. Not dumb at all. Sounds like test anxiety to me. I struggled with that in high school . I didn’t know you were a slow reader, Teddy.” Baku says pulling your hand before you can dig your nails into it. “Yea. One of my professors thinks I have dyslexia and ADHD...but I’m not stupid sooo.” You hum rocking on your heels “That is not what either of those words mean, and I know you know that, L/n.” Bakugou growls he absolutely hates when you or Kirishima talk down on yourselves. “Yea but it feels like it though.” You sigh biting your lips

📕🖊 Before Baku can say a word, Kiri swings the door open. “Babes! Have you two hotties missed me?” The red head shouts coming through the door way smiling until he sees your puffy eyes and tense posture. “Bakugou Katsuki, I know you fucking didn’t?!!” Kiri questions suspiciously leaning down to rest his chin on your shoulder and wrapping a protective hold around your waist.

📕🖊 “The Absolute fuc-” Baku’s defensive rant is cut short as you kiss the hand holding yours to quiet him as you answer Kiri “No Eiji, he didn’t. I’m flunking like half my classes.” You huff meeting his eyes with quivering lips trying your best not to cry all over again

📕🖊 Kiri is stunted into complete silence. The only thing he can think to say is an apology to his boyfriend for jumping to conclusions. Last time he checked your GPA’s a lot more impressive that his. “How the fuck is that even possible? You transferred into the honor courses.” Kiri says completely baffled moving to where he could see your face.

📕🖊 You explain to your boyfriends all the things that have been tripping you up and confusing you. You detail how hard studying has been as far as staying focused and actually understanding lengthy test questions

📕🖊 Kiri has a million questions at first but stops half way through after Baku grabs your overnight bag and leads you out the door. “You’re gonna freak her out all over again, Shitty Hair, if you keep going at her like that.” He could tell you were getting overwhelmed, and might cry again “My bad, Pebs.” Kiri says kissing your cheek as he follows behind

📕🖊 Once you get back to their apartment and Baku askes for your help making dinner. He has you read the directions and ingredients to him. You stumble through most of it, but that doesn’t stop him from praising you as soon as you finish. He has since learned you and Kiri do best when told how well you’re doing vs his typical shouting method

📕🖊 The three of you set an assessment time with the Student Disability Services on campus that doesn’t conflict with the Boys’ schedules, because they insisted that they’d both be there to support their baby and wouldn’t take your bullshit excuses for an actual reason to miss it

📕🖊 Kiri helps you make flash cards for your next test. If he remembers nothing else from Baku’s tutoring sessions the importance of repetition is drilled into him...among other things. Each time you ask him how that went he’ll just shudder. “It was the most intensely terrifying experience of my high school career, and we fought villains pretty regularly.” Kiri deadpans before grinning like the Cheshire Cat and covering his head. “You’re full of fucking shit, Shark Week! I’m the best tutor you assholes could hope for.” Baku yells pushing Kiri’s face into his pages of notes.

📕🖊 The night before your disability assessment you find yourself tossing and turning at like 4:45 in the morning. Kiri repositions pinning you in place so you face Baku’s back. You trace soft shapes into him just before he flips meeting your eyes. “Lil early isn’t it, Babygirl?” He whispers brushing away a few stray box braids covering your face. You don’t bother answering and instead offer him your palm and he takes it without hesitation interlocking your fingers with his. “Nervous?” He hums when he feels the steady trembling of your hand.

📕🖊 “Katsuki, what if there’s nothing wrong with me? What if it’s just me? What if I’m just...” you trail off not sure if you want him to hear how much this subject shakes your confidence. Bakugou moves close enough for your foreheads to touch. “If you’re just not smart? Not even possible. Whatever it is me and Kiri will help you go beyond. I know this is scary, but every first usually is.” Bakugou smiles softly

📕🖊 “Bbbbbuuut maybe I’m just du-” You attempt to argue until a sharp nip on the side of your neck where Kiri was peacefully nuzzled quiets you. “Nope. Not a chance. Pebble, don’t talk shit about my girlfriend again.” He mumbles in a gravelly half sleep voice. He settles again and snakes an arm around hips as he tugs Baku into you with the other. You open mouth your more to defend yourself but KatSuki just bops your nose as he closes his eyes, “You heard, the sexy ass red mountain. You’re fucking smart. Go back to sleep, Kay?”

📕🖊 “Kay.” You sigh digging your face into the crook of Baku’s neck. You lay there out argued but feeling overwhelming loved, so you chose to let them win the debate. The boys hardly agree on most things so they were totally probably right about this one anyways.

📕🖊 You are on a very very short list of people who Bakugou Katsuki repeats himself for. Like boy lets you “huh?” the fuck out of him. He will often cup your face or hold your hands if he needs tell you something important b/c he understands you’re a tactical learner

📕🖊 Best believe that all your future successes in classes big and small will be celebrated you getting taken out for icecream and if it’s a graded paper they’ll put on the fridge like you’re in grade school. You find it a little embarrassing but it really makes you feel like you’re making progress

📕🖊 Kiri brings your favorite snacks for study sessions so he can reward you for right answers and staying on task. You call it “childish” at first until he shrugs “Oh my bad we can try something els-” about to put them away. “Noooooo no those are my favorites.” You nearly jump over the table. Kiri has a shit eating grin the rest of the study session

📕🖊 When giving directions from the passenger seat both Kiri and Baku typically do a good job of remembering you need them to point left and right

📕🖊 If you’ve had long day in tutoring and homework and you guys are watching anime Bakugou will read the subs to you. Sometimes if he’s in a particularly good mood he might even imitate a voice or two

📕🖊 Kiri would politely let you ramble about one of your niche interests and will help you get back to your point when you get lost in a tangent

📕🖊 Don’t let these two hear you call yourself “dumb” or “stupid” Kiri will just act like he can’t comprehend what you’re saying like deadass “Pebs, speak English please. Nope not catching that, Babygirl. Did you say you were a smarticle particle? An intelligent ass motherfucker?! Oh, of course you are!” While Baku is more like “Sorry what was that? I thought I heard a very accomplished and creative thinking ass bitch say something? A incredibly capable ass bitch say something?A smart ass bitch say something?” Your only response is yes and then you get a forehead kiss

[queenaswrittings]

Wipe your boyfriends kisses off and see his reaction tiktok prank on mha/Haikyuu characters

Denki kaminari⚡️

You we’re picking denki up from kiri’s house. They we’re a bro night and denki being denki, was too tired to go home so he slept there, leaving you by yourself.

Anywho

You called him and he answered on the 2 ring. “Hey princessa” he said on the phone you can practically hear the smirk in his voice. “Hey, I’m outside” “alright coming pika” and he ended the call.

You we’re waiting there for him, as you suddenly remembered the prank. You went on tiktok quickly searching for the sound.

When you find it, denki was already outside walking to your car you hurriedly put your phone next to you making sure he couldn’t see it and started the recording.

The door of your car opened and you quickly turned your attention to something else so he doesn’t get suspicious.

“Hey pika” he said with a smirk on his face. “Hey” you said, he leaned in for a kiss and you leaned in for one too knowing this was going very well.

You guys kissed for a couple secs and you pulled away, wiping your lips for after a few seconds. “Did you just wipe my kiss away?” He asked with a disbelief expression.

“Huh?” You asked acting like nothing happened. “Did you jus- before he could finished his sentence he grab you by your jaw and pecked you, then let go.

You wiped it once again and he laughed. “Y/n” he said as he looked out the window but back to you “what?” You ask sounding innocent “you know what you’re doing stop playing with me- come here” he said as you grab you by the jaw.

He kissed you once again passionately. After a few secs he broke the kiss but not letting go of your jaw. You wiped it infront of him and y’all both laughed.

“Stop ittt” he said as he pulled your arm away from you mouth and kissed you again, you tried to wipe it off but he held your hand.

“Ha! You can’t wipe it now” he said as he gave you another kissed while y’all both giggled.

He then kissed you once again and you didn’t dare to wipe it off this time;)

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Kōtarō Bokuto🥺

You and bokuto were in his room cuddling. His head was laying on your boobs while he watched something on the tv, while you we’re on your phone on the tiktok app with your headphones on.

You scrolled down to find a video where the girls asks her boyfriend for a kiss a wipe it, you thought it a cute prank and Decided to try it on bo.

After you got everything ready you started recording.

“Bo?”

“Mhm?”

“Can I have a kiss?”

You hurd him giggle

“Of course y/n”

He turned is face to face you [left to front]. He kissed you, it was short but passionate, y’all broke the kiss and you did the prank part and wiped it off and acted like nothing happened.

In the corner of your eyes you saw bokuto’s expression change happy to sad, and as soon as he gave you those sad eyes you immediately started to regret this.

“Y/nnnnn” he said your name in his whining. “Yes baby?” You said acting like everything’s completely normal. “Why’d you wipe it off?” He asked, his now tall spiky hair going down to prove that he is sad.

You hated to hurting him like this but it’s for the sake of the video. “What are you talking about bo?” You asked. He took your face and planted another peck to your lips. Once he broke it you wiped it again.

“Stop doing thaaattt” he said in a sad voice. “I’m sorry bo, I just don’t like your kisses anymore” you said knowing that’s not true. If it was possible, bokuto’s hair went down more and his frown grew.

“Well then, I’m just gonna have to make you love them again!!” He said as he jump to sit up next to you. “Hu-aaahh *giggles* bokuto *giggles* stooopp *giggles*” bokuto was attacking you with kisses.

He kissed you all over your face, neck, down to you boobs and then he reached for your sides and started tickling you.

“Tell me my kisses are good” he demanded as he looked up at you. At this point the video stopped recording because it reached its limit but you didn’t care because the prank worked.

“Your kisses a- are g- good baby stooooppp” you said through your giggles. He stopped and he just sat there with his hair still down. You realized this and headed over next to him and stretched your hand out to cup his face.

“Bo....it was a prank baby don’t be sad” you said as he looked at you “so you don’t hate my kisses?” He asked, you could practically see him starting to get happy again in his eyes “of course not baby” you said.

“So can I kiss you?” He asked with a confused but sad face “of course you can” he then basically Jumped at you kissing you passionately and aggressively.

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Bakugo katsuki💥

You we’re in your room sitting on your bed waitin for Bakugo he was coming over for a sleepover. You wanted to do the prank you’ve been waiting to do on him.

He would always realize your phone and wouldn’t fall for the pranks, but this time he won’t see it coming.

You got on the app and pressed the + button to go to camera and put your phone between your pillows. You took a book and started reading waiting for him to come.

A couple minutes later you heard your doorknob moving and you quickly opened your phone and started recording making sure it’s on it’s max.

The door opened revealing katsuki in all black. You sat up as he closed the door and walked over to you. “Hey dumbass” he said as he took your chin in his hand, he bent down and kissed you sloppily and roughly.

“Hey” you said as y’all broke the kiss. He was about to turn around when what you did next made him do a double take.

You wiped the kiss off turning your head to find something to do acting like it was normal and you almost laughed at his double take.

“So what movie do you w- you got cut off with a “what the fuck did you just do” from him. You look back at him. “What are you talking about?” You said acting clueless. “You know what I fucking mean, you just wiped my kiss off” he said as he got closer to you.

He took your face and kissed you very sloppily and roughly once again, he got on top of you and held your hand down. After 5 secs of kissing. He broke the kiss for oxygen.

You didn’t wanna wipe it off but you did anyways for the kiss of the prank. “That’s it, you’re dead dumbass” he said as he got off the bed “w-what?” You ask looking at him.

He pulled you at the end of the bed and picked you up throwing you on his shoulders. He then smacked your ass making you Yelp and then slammed you back on the bed.

At this point, your phone got out of place and it fell but the time ended anyways so you didn’t care, the prank worked.

“Katsukiiiii it was a prank” you said throughout your laugh. “That’s not fucking funny, ya shittywoman” he said as he walked over to the tv getting the movie started. “Yes it was shut up”

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Hinata shoyo🏐

Your boyfriend just finished his practice and you couldn’t wait to do the prank on him. You entered the gym and saw him picking volleyballs up from the floor. He didn’t notice you so you decided to start it now.

You put your phone on the floor. Leaning it against the wall. You started the recording and called him. “Hey hina” you said waving your hand so he would notice you.

He looked over to where his name was called and realized it was you. He dropped the volleyball and ran to you. “Y/nnnnnnnnnnnn” he yelled.

“HEY YOU MORON WE HAVE TO FINISH THIS!!!” Kageyama yelled behind him.

Hinata ignored him and ran to you hugging you tightly almost making you fall down. He kissed you all over your face.

After he was done you wiped your hand all over your face and lips. He’s expression went from happy to sad. “Y/nnnn that wasn’t nice” he said as he stopped hugging you. “Oh I’m sorry baby, give me another one” you said as he grab his sad face and kissed him.

He pulled back happily but then he went sad again when you wiped it off. “Y/nnn stop whipping my love off” he said as he kissed you all over your face once again.

“Okay okay shoyo...it was a prank” You said while giggling. “Ugh I hate when you do those dumb pranks on me y/n” he said while looking away with a pout.

But you know he love it;)

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You and kirishima was on his bed laying together. He was laying in between your legs playing with your thighs.

He was calling one his pebble and the other other one babygirl LITERALLY having a full conversation with them, you finally burst out laughing when he started biting them softly, he knew you were ticklish there so he was doing it on purpose.

After a few minutes you remembered the prank and hold your phone in your hand starting the recording. You then asked for a kiss.

“Ei”

“Yes pebble” he said as he look up to look at you.

“Can I get a kiss?”

“Of course pebble” he said as he crawled back up to you.

He kiss you slow but deep, with his tongue going down your throat, you didn’t want to stop but you had. You broke the kiss and he tried kissing you back but you put a hand on his shoulder to stop him.

He looked at you confusingly and got off going back to the position he was before but still looking at you. He saw you wipe your lips and he froze.

You looked at him to see his reaction to what you just did, but you just saw him frozen.

“Ei?” You asked but nothing.

You scooched over to him and grab his face, that seemed to snap him out of it. He loked down and he looked very sad.

“I’m sorry y/n, I thought you would’ve enjoyed that” he said as he got up from the bed putting his shoes on to leave.

You frown and stopped the recording from your phone. You went to him and stopped him from putting on his shoes. You took his hand and put it on your hips.

“I’m sorry daddy, it was a prank please don’t be sad” you knew he liked that nickname because his face lit up instantly.

“May I kiss you” he asked he stood up after taking off his shoes. “Ye- you got cut off by a slow tongue kiss. He picked you up in a bridge style and layed you down on the bed taking off your shirt.

Y’all had a good night, and you couldn’t walk in the next morning🥴

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[frxggie]

could you please do something where the reader had a bad day and the bakusquad tries to cheer her up :P tysm

​☾✧TW!! NOT EATING, DEPRESSION, CRYING​✧☽

You trudged back to your dorm after a long week of school. Your depression was coming back, you weren’t doing well in any of your classes, you hadn’t gotten much sleep at ALL for the entire week, you would forget to eat and do basic things to take care of yourself, and you were detaching yourself from everyone. Not that anyone noticed, you had always been quiet so it didn’t matter.

You threw your backpack down in your messy pit of your room and flopped onto your bed. You let out a sigh and turned to stare at the ceiling and get lost in your head. This seemed to be your favorite activity as of recently.

You were jerked out of your zoned out state by the sound of your phone suddenly blowing up. Although answering the phone was nearly an impossible feat for you, you still looked at the texts. 

🥰 Bakusquad 🤪

Mina <3: What do y’all wanna do tonight? 😘

Phone Charger: You guys down for a video game night? 😄

Bakuhoe: Whatever. 

The Rock: YES!! SOUNDS MANLY IM IN!! 😋😋

Tape Dispenser: Sounds good!! 😊

You looked at your phone, trying to think of excuses why you couldn’t come, before deciding it was easier just not to answer. Not that they would care if you’re there anyway. 

You threw your phone into the pit of clothes and other random shit that had been piling up for a week. You turned back to the ceiling and stared into space again. You were lost in thought, overwhelmed by all the nasty thoughts popping into your head. You felt the first of your tears begin to fall. 

You didn’t realize how long it had been. Two hours. Your door opened and you heard 5 familiar voices fill the room.

“Y-Y/n..?” asked Kirishima hesitantly.

“Y/n, what the fuck is this? It’s a shit hole in here.” said Bakugou.

“Y/n, oh my God! Are you okay??” asked Mina.

“Uh... Are you crying??” Sero asked, his voice full of concern.

“Jesus, Y/n, what the hell?” Denki said, serious for once.

It was then the five of them realized how you had been acting this week. You’d go back to your dorm straight after class, stare off into space at lunch, they wouldn’t see you at breakfast or dinner most days, you didn’t answer the phone, you half assed it in hero training, and Mina hadn’t seen you shower all week. 

“Get out.” you said weakly. 

“No, Y/n, tell us what the fuck is going on.” Bakugou demanded.

They all sat on your bed, surrounding you. Mina lied down beside you, Bakugou on your other side, and Sero, Kirishima, and Denki were laying across your legs.

“Nothing important.” you said. 

Now that they were all cuddling you, you didn’t exactly mind it. It felt nice that they cared, but you couldn’t understand why they cared. 

“C’mon pebble, tell us what’s going on.” Kirishima nudged at your leg.

“We’ll listen, Y/n. Just talk to us.” Mina said.

“Okay..” You hesitantly began opening up, fearing that you were burdening them.

“Oh Y/n...” Mina looked sad.

“You know what? Forget video game night! This is operation “Make Y/n Feel Better”. Everyone down?” Denki asked.

“Yeah!” everyone said that the same time.

You smiled weakly. Maybe this will be good for me, you thought. 

“First things first, Y/n, I’m sorry but you need a damn shower.” Mina said 

Everyone else giggled at this but you just covered your face in embarrassment. Mina took your hands and pulled you out of bed, grabbing your shower caddy. 

“Boys! You’re on room cleaning duty.”

“Tch. Fine.” bakugou grumbled, but he had a slight smile on his normally angry face. 

“YEAH! MANLY!” Kirishima yelled.

“Got it.” said Sero, smiling widely. 

“Yes ma’am!” said Denki, saluting her.

You and Mina giggled before she led you away to take a shower.

You stepped into a shower stall while Mina sat on a bench outside of it. After you finished your shower, Mina handed you a fresh change of clothes and helped you change into them. You two walked into your room, to find Bakugou yelling at Denki for something.

“YOU DUMBASS! IT DOESN’T GO THERE! IT GOES HERE!” He was holding a hanger with one of your dresses on it, and was trying to show Denki where it belonged in your closet. 

“OH THANK GOD YOU’RE BACK! KATSUKI’S BEEN YELLING FOR 10,000 YEARS!” Denki yelled at you and Mina. 

You both laughed. You were already feeling better than you had in a while. Your room was also sparkling clean.

“Thank you guys for cleaning up for me.. I really owe y’all one.”

Sero looked like he was pondering something. “You owe us, huh? How about you pay us back by coming to the sleepover tonight. You haven’t been out in a while.”

You nodded. “Let me get my stuff then.” 

All of you arrived at Mina’s dorm. 

“Let video game night, COMMENCE!” yelled Denki, holding up his controller.

The six of you were battling each other in video games for hours, only stopping to eat food, and then got right back to it. In the end, Bakugou ended up winning the most rounds, causing disappointed groans from Denki, who was sure he was gonna win. 

“Who wants to do face masks??” Mina asked, holding them up. 

“ME! ME!” Denki yelled.

“No. No WAY.” said Bakugou.

“C’mon Katsuki! Lemme put it on you!”

Bakugou didn’t object to that.

You all ended up putting face masks on each other and painting each other’s nails. You had painted Bakugou’s nails a bright pink, laughing the whole time. Strangely enough, he didn’t seem to hate the color. 

By the end of the night, all of you were cuddled up together on Mina’s bed, all piled on top of each other. You know no one meant to fall asleep like that, but it was just so comfortable. Being there with the people you loved most, all cuddled in one place. That was the only thought in your mind as you drifted off into the most peaceful sleep you’d had in a week.

[peeterparkr]

perfidy;tom holland|1

chapter 1: the script

enemies to lovers au

story summary: Tom and you have been sworn enemies since you were young. However, you happened to be best friends with the twins. When one of your friends challenged you to break Tom’s heart, you immediately accepted to get back at him for all the times he’s hurt you. Old feelings might come back, while both of you try to go past your pride and your lies.

chapter summary: the first time he broke your heart 

pairing: tom holland x y/n

warnings: swearing, flashback in italics, juuuuuust slightly angsty but not really      

word count: 3.9k

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You were running late. Your alarm had not gone off and you were currently running around your apartment. Your wet hair was leaving droplets around the kitchen as you quickly devoured a cereal and tried to apply your makeup at the same time. You needed to look presentable, you’d have an interview to be an official writer on the series you currently interned at. 

Everything was going too quickly this morning for your own convenience, it seemed like you were running out of time and it seemed like nothing was real. It didn’t feel real, but it was. You were trying to catch your breath as the excitement and nerves were tickling your skin.

A writing assistant/intern/coffee-runner was all you were by now, but you didn’t want to give up. Everybody’s got dreams and maybe yours were closer each day. You knew you’d have your big breakout one day, maybe it was closer than you could think of. 

But everything had seemed to be stopped suddenly, as soon as good things were coming down your way, life would bring in more and more pebbles to your path. Just like the day before, everything was ready but your car, however, had decided to stop working, and of course you had been stuck under the rain in London. 

Cue to the next day, to this morning when you had overslept and your nose was slightly red, and you had no transportation. You believed life hated you, but you ended up not worrying, everything would turn out to be fine even if all the odds were constantly turning around for you.

You had called your best friend, and he had assured you he’d be there to give you a ride. Seemed like he was the guardian angel that you so much needed in your life at the moment. Besides, you were excited to see him, you’d barely seen him in the last few months, his new girlfriend was taking him away from you. And you weren’t jealous, you’d still have Sam, but Sam was too busy with his own things so whenever you went to visit Harry you’d end up stuck with his older brother, whom, thank you very much, you despised. 

You heard the usual claxon honking outside your building, you grabbed your coat and bag and rushed downstairs. 

Harry would be picking you up and he’d probably give you a very needed pep-talk to get you ready.

You ran to the car as you felt butterflies inside your stomach. It’s alright to be nervous, you guessed, it was the opportunity of a lifetime. 

But life was once more proving to you how much it could suck. 

“I thought Harry was picking me up,” you stated as soon as you saw who was behind the wheel. Tom looked up from his phone and dedicated a corny smirk, you could even see a wink under his sunglasses. 

“He got some stuff to do, you’re stuck with me,” Tom said. 

“Was Sam not available?” You groaned. 

“Work.” 

“Haz?” You asked with hope. 

“He had a shoot.” 

“Paddy?” You were desperate. 

“Oh, fuck’s sake y/n, be thankful I came. I was about to leave, took you long enough, you know makeup won’t do you miracles.” 

You rolled your eyes as you opened the door and hopped into the car. You pulled out your phone to avoid any further conversation. 

“You know, I’m no uber,” he sassed. 

“I know, uber drivers are usually nice,” you snapped. 

Tom started the car. 

“I brought you tea,” he said as he eyed the cup with a smirk. 

You frowned staring at it. 

“I didn’t poison it, y/n,” Tom said condescendingly. 

You slowly picked it up, “Thanks,” sceptically, you took a sip. 

“I did spit on it, though,” Tom grinned. 

You widened your eyes and glared at him. “Oh fuck off, Tom.” 

“Oh, you’re gonna be that way?” Tom frowned. “You know I could pull over right here and you’d have to walk to your precious interview,” he snapped. 

You sighed. “I’m sorry,” you rolled your eyes. “Did you really spit on it?” 

“No, I’m kidding, y/n, gee you don’t have to take everything that serious,” He chuckled as you flipped him off. 

“I don’t trust you,” you admitted. 

“I know you don’t,” he laughed. “Which is the reason as to why I didn’t even have to do anything with the tea, your sole mind is doing the trick.” 

You remained quiet. The ride was going to be very long.

“Are you nervous?” He turned slightly to look at you.

“A little,” you confessed. 

“Ya goin’ to pitch a screenplay?” He asked.

You shook your head. “I...uh, not really.” 

“Good, they wouldn’t like your writing anyway,” Tom cornily input. “Bit cheesy.” 

You clenched your jaw. “They liked your acting, didn’t they?” 

He scoffed. “Remind me who’s got a career.” 

You stayed quiet and looked out the window. He pursed his lips. 

“I’m sorry,” he broke the silence, and it seemed real. “I was joking, you’ll do amazing.” 

“You really don’t have to try to make conversation, you know?” You said, slightly hurt. 

There was no easy way to explain your relationship with the Holland’s. With each member of the family, you had your history. 

Your mum was best friends with Nikki since diapers, they had been to school together, roommates at college and even their respective maids of honour. Naturally, they had expected you to be friends with all her kids. You were sure your mother and Nikki had had the fantasy of their kids playing in the garden, while they enjoyed a mean cup of tea. You were also sure they both had had the stupid fantasy of one of their kids falling in love growing up and becoming best friends with the others.

And it kind of went like that, growing up with them in your house, birthday parties with them, some Christmas, New Years. Always together. You knew them perfectly. Too much for your own convenience. 

You were friends, at least with the twins and Paddy. There had been no trouble with the twins, the three of you got along perfectly. Sam, Harry and you had been inseparable since you were young, even if you were slightly older than them. You had hit it off right away. Even if they were fighting between them, you’d always be alright with them.  It was a very innocent friendship. 

Especially with Harry, both of you had shown your interest in films and cinema from a very young age. You’d be seen together always with a camera on your hands and directing Sam and Tom to act. You’d come up with the stories and Harry would help you bring them to life. Usually, your homemade movies came out fine, even if they usually involved hours of you and Tom fighting. 

Especially since you lacked crew, the four of you would end up playing roles you never really liked. 

But Harry would always bring out the camera your parents would borrow and film everything. Thanks to that, you’d have a lot of memories of your childhood on video. Even the ones you didn’t want to remember. 

Tom always wanted to be in front of the cameras, but since you were the only girl at the time, you’d often be paired up with him. That’s when you stopped coming up with romantic stories, you really didn’t want to even hold hands with Tom, 

Tom, Tom was complicated. Older than you, and extremely annoying. You had been “ friends” when you were kids, but he seemed to always have a reason to bother you. It was extremely annoying. When you were only toddlers, you got along fine, but of course what problems could toddlers possibly have. 

But you grew up, and Tom possibly, no, he definitely was the worst kid you could have ever possibly imagined. He never wanted to share anything, he would always whine and he’d throw tantrums. And he’d pull your hair and he wouldn’t let you play and he’d go running to his mum to cry to complain if you ever won while playing together. He, very maturely, would stick his tongue out whenever you spoke, and he’d push you, and he’d mimic you. Now, now, if you were completely honest you weren’t good friends, you’d both always end up on the floor fighting each other. You would always pride yourself on being able to take him down. More than once you had been on top of him, after an innocent and childish wrestle. 

However, you were getting tired of never being able to have 5 minutes without him insulting or bothering you. Because even with everything, you found the boy cute. Whenever he wasn’t bothering you, he was nice, he was remotely kind. It was cute. It wasn’t that you guys didn’t get along, well, you didn’t, but it seemed that Tom wasn’t able to be decent around you. 

He had his good moments, like whenever he would be a gentleman and give you the first cookie, or whenever he would cut a flower and give it to you, but of course, that was usually followed by dirt being thrown at your face, as if he was trying to make a point. 

And he’d constantly confuse you and your stupid little heart, which would make you blush whenever he decided to be remotely kind. 

And you cursed the day your mother and Nikki had said the following words; 

“He bothers you because he has a crush on you,” Nikki had said. 

“That’s true, boys want attention and the only way he’s getting your attention is by being annoying. He likes you.” 

And being the stupid 6 yeared old you were, you changed the way you viewed Tom, and finally became completely foolishly smitten with him. Very stupid decision. Because, really, whoever came up with that theory was very stupid. Why would you bother someone you like? And why would people go on around telling girls that guys treating them badly would mean they loved them. It was fucked up, wasn’t it? Of course, now you were older and you didn’t believe in any of that bullshit. Because at the end of the day, that’s all it was, pure horseshit. 

But of course, you didn’t know well back then, so after they told you Tom had a crush on you, you, it started, the stupid decision to crush on him more. And you started to act differently, and initially, he noticed. He would ask why you would wear more dresses rather than the tomboy look you loved to have when younger, and he’d ask why you had stopped being fun. Because of course, you’d take longer to brush your hair and now you wouldn’t be playing soccer with him as much. You’d still let yourself wrestle him every now and then because that meant you could, if you took him down, hold his hands. 

You were very stupid. 

And you took your shot, because not only were you stupid, you had the balls. Which, looking back at it, only made you more of an idiot. But one day, just as you’d taken him down, and as he was trying to push you off of him, you decided to try something different. 

“Calm down,” you had said just before you kissed his cheek, making the boy turn red and frozen to shock. 

You hadn’t said anything else and you had quietly left him. 

He had changed after that. It seemed like he had caught on to that, and he had stopped in a way, bothering you as much. Of course, he’d always bring in his childish games like burping in front of you, or proving how masculine and ‘better’ he was whenever you’d play anything. He’d still get angry at you whenever you beat him in a videogame or any game at all. 

But something had changed. He’d now be nicer, in his own particular way. He’d be smiling more often and he’d give you more hugs, like children do. He’d let you use his favorite car, or let you be spiderman if you played. 

Tom Holland had broken your heart several times throughout your life, that didn’t mean each time it hurt less, but you got used to it. You weren’t going to let him get near your heart ever again, or so you had promised yourself. 

The first time he’d ever hurt you, you had been young. He was 10, you were 8. And you had taken the guts to finally tell him how you felt, in your own particular way. You’d told the twins, 7 back then, to help you. 

And you had planned it perfectly, a new homemade movie. Your script consisted of you telling him you had a crush on him, and you had the guts to even write a kiss. And you were going to film it, and to this day you remembered it, and even if you didn’t want it, it was on camera. 

“Alright, so the princess is going to…save the prince!” You explained to Tom. “Because she is in love with him!” 

“Why does it have to be a princess?” Tom frowned. “Why not be a superhero! Besides, it should be me who saves the damsel!” Tom pushed. 

“This is my movie, Thomas,” you complained. 

“This is my movie, Thomas,” he mimicked. He groaned. “Why can’t I be the dragon? Why does Sam get to be the dragon?” 

“Because you’re the prince!” You pushed. 

He took the script off your hands. “What does it even say?” He asked as he read it. “This is stupid!” 

“No, it’s not!” 

Tom frowned. “Why would we kiss?” He wrinkled his nose as he stuck his tongue out. 

“Because we like each other,” you explained. 

“Why would anyone like you?” He sounded disgusted. “You’re ugly and stupid and you’re you!” 

“Tom, Tom,” Harry said behind the camera. “It’s a movie, it’s pretend!” 

“I don’t want to be in this movie anymore, less with her,” he frowned. “You’d have to be pretty stupid if you think I’d kiss you.” 

“Maybe I am.” 

“Everything you write is very stupid.” Because Tom and you had had boundaries, and he knew he was crossing the most important one. 

“Tom that’s very mean,” you said. 

“I’d rather eat a frog than kiss you.” 

“She did this because she likes you,” Sam admitted, with a giggle. An innocent stunt a child pulls. “Tom and y/n!” Sam sang. 

Tom walked past you. “Disgusting.” 

And he left, and Harry pointed the camera at you. Your face was conflicted, and confused and sad. 

Your first official heartbreak was on camera, and of course, you never watched it. You guessed your current feelings for Tom were derived form that one moment. You had been cold after that. And that was the first time you even truly cried because of him. But you were 8, it was stupid to cry over a boy. 

Your mum understood why you had distanced yourself from him, for a while, at least. Even Nikki understood, so for a while, you didn’t visit the Holland’s household, and you’d only invite the twins. 

And you were very petty and explicit if you ever were with the three brothers you’d use his words: “I’d rather eat a frog than have you come over.” 

And the movies were ceasing, at least for a bit. But Tom did apologize, and you had been sure Nikki had forced him.

 But he had come to your house with flowers on your 9th birthday and apologized, and you were sure he had written and learned the apology. But you were still very angry, and it wasn’t even because he had rejected you, it didn’t even have to do with the fact he had dared to reject you in the meanest way he could, but you were angry he had insulted your writing. From a very young age, your pride was even more 

“I’m very sorry, y/n, I didn’t mean it, I didn’t mean your writing was stupid and I am sorry for calling you all that, I was the one being stupid,” he had said. “And I really want to stay friends with you, because I really like you as a friend. And you look pretty in that dress.” 

You had looked at the flowers, gently took them in and said: “I like the flowers but I don’t like you and I don’t want to be friends but you can have cake, I guess.” 

And he was slightly upset, you could tell. And then you walked away and placed the flowers on the bin. You were dramatic. 

But he had had his revenge right there on your birthday, one stupid insignificant revenge, he had ‘accidentally’ tripped on your dress and dirtied your dress with cake. 

And it had started, the war. Tom and you were constantly fighting and you were sure you were now sworn enemies. It started innocent, from little pranks to insults, to very hurtful pranks that had had you crying. But you were hanging out together again, at least in the same room, and now the videos weren’t movies anymore, they were just you and Harry sillying with the camera, or sometimes Sam. Even Tom. Creating memories, you guessed. You filmed everything, birthday parties, the first time either of you got drunk, proms, studying sessions and successes. 

Tom and you were friends sometimes, sometimes you weren’t, sometimes he’d act like more than friends which would make you very untrusting.

There had been several more times when Tom had hurt you and he’d later apologize. It seemed like that’s the only thing he knew how to do, apologize without meaning it. Because an apology wears out when you keep on committing the same crimes. 

But you’d always end up believing in him again, and he would pull the exact thing he’d always done, give you flowers and then throw dirt at your face. 

But he was so complicated, so complicated. But you guessed your feelings were more complicated. You hated him, you couldn’t stand him. Whenever he was around you’d get annoyed. But there were sometimes, just like you were kids that you’d end up having nice times, like when he’d give you one of his favorite cookies, or when he let you play with his favorite controller. 

Because he’d done things that were nice, very significant things. Like the time your boyfriend had broken up with you hours before prom and Tom had shown up at your house, tux and everything, maybe it was slightly awkward at first, but he’d been there to cheer you up. He had been decent then, even nice. You had even believed, for a bit, that he could like you. Of course, he stopped talking to you the very next day and then proceeded to say that you had pathetically begged him to go to prom with you. Even if Harry had on camera how Tom had picked you up and given you flowers, he denied it, saying you had been the one to ask him. 

Yes, he was still an asshole. 

Yet you never seemed to learn your lesson, he always managed to warm your heart just slightly and make you forget, at least for five minutes that you hated him . You never learned that he’d always end up hurting you, just like right now, you were in the car with your stomach hurting from listening to yet more hurtful words, even if he knew he had crossed the line he shouldn’t cross. And you wished you were somewhere else instead, because he knew he had poked on what he shouldn’t have poked, and you knew he was sure you wanted to cry. But it seemed like he loved doing that, his favourite sport. He loved to play with your heart. 

Because Tom and you had an off and on relationship, the relationship being enemies. But sometimes, if you were true to yourself and to each other, you were nice. Just like right now, even in his own rude way, he was still driving you. 

“I really do mean it, y/n,” Tom pushed again. 

You ignored him. 

“Y/N.” 

“What? You meant I suck at writing?” 

“I meant you were amazing,” he whispered. “I’m sorry.” 

“You’re always sorry,” you sighed. 

Tom bit his lip. “You know, you could...uh, send me one in an I could help you get to producers, or we could write one together, or I could produce one-” 

“Thanks but I--” 

“I know you want to make a name by yourself,” he sighed. “But I could help you in.” 

“I know, I know, thanks, Tom,” you were merely saying this  because you wanted to avoid any further conversation. 

“And—uh, I’m really sorry for last week when—“

“Don’t bother, don’t worry,” you quickly silenced him before he could continue with the subject. You really didn’t want to get your head thinking on anything but the interview. Probably Tom was trying to sabotage you and that was the reason why he was bringing it up.

He played music. It seemed extremely awkward. But you didn’t want to give in to any kind of conversation, because if you did then you’d have to understand if today you were going to be decent or if you were going to be rude. 

You didn’t want to be anything, you didn’t have the energy to fight with him and you didn’t have the energy to pretend and be nice. It usually was his call, you just played along unless you were in the mood for something. It was either fight or flight with him. 

His phone rang, and he gulped as he saw it was Harry calling. He answered it with the free hands mode anyway. 

“Tom—Where’s the car? Fuck, I overslept, I didn’t set my alarm.” Harry seemed rushed. 

“I took it,” Tom explained. 

“No wait, I forgot I had to drive y/n—Shit I’m gonna call her.” 

“No need man,” Tom cleared his throat. 

You raised your brows. 

“Tom, fuck, I know you guys are very angry again but this is very important to her, like—“

“I know,” Tom seemed anxious listening to his brother. 

“I need the bloody car, don’t be an asshole,” Harry stated. 

“You don’t need it,” Tom pushed. 

“Tom—“

“Hi, Harry,” you chipped in. “He’s driving me.” 

“Wait—what?” Harry was shocked. 

“I was up early, tried to wake you up but since I saw you were definitely not waking up I grabbed the keys and I’m driving her,” Tom explained. 

You raised your brows, perplexed. So today, he had decided it, he was your friend. 

“What?” It seemed that Harry was as confused as you were. 

“Yeah, I’m here,” you said.  

“Y/N I’m so sorry I completely forgot last night to set it,” Harry apologized. 

“No worries,” you chuckled. “I overslept, too.” 

“Are you being held against your will? Is Tom not trying to kill you?” Harry asked. 

“No, I’ll do that later,” Tom laughed. 

“Well—uh, I’ll—“ 

“See you later, man,” Tom hung up quickly. 

You stared at him. “I don’t want to know what you’re up to. But now I’m even more scared of being in this car with you.” 

“Can’t I be nice?” Tom smirked. 

“No, you can’t,” you stated. “But—thank you.” 

And you would believe Tom was being nice, but you knew that he wasn’t doing this to be your friend, he was probably feeling guilty about last week. This was just another empty apology. 

But you could live with it today.

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Back to You | 11

Summary: He broke your heart, but you’d always love him. Two souls that not even the universe could tear apart, even if you wanted it to at times.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader x Timothee Chalamet

A/N: Surprise! I got pretty motivated to finish this chapter after seeing that ask LOL. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy this. I feel like even though there were a lot of Tom moments in here, I still feel like Timothee completely stole the show. As usual, leave your comments and asks! I love interacting with you guys! <3

Word count: 3,676

Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 |

Timothee was going on about the rivers in lakes in Italy, you'd cut in and said that Tom would've liked it here as well but despite being part of the conversation, your head was definitely out of it. Between getting inside and walking over to the table, something has happened between the two.

Tom would tell you soon enough. He always did. Tom signs the receipt getting his credit card back as you all get up to leave through the back door.

"Mate, I heard Italy has some pretty fancy shops for clothes and I mean shops, not like malls or anything like that." Haz is focused completely on Timothee.

Timothee laughs nervously, shrugging, “Yeah, I think I could.” He says hesitantly, “Y/N and I have been-”

Tom cuts in quickly, “Shit, I’m so full, that I need to walk it off-”

“Then we can head there by walking.” Timothee snaps instantly.

You clear your throat, “That’s okay. Uh, how about you take Haz to go shopping and I can walk around with Tom and we can go to some bar to digest the day and talk some more?”

Timothee’s shoulders relax a bit but they still seem somewhat tense, he runs a hand through his hair, “Yeah, that sounds fine.”

It definitely didn’t sound fine from the way he said it, but if you were being honest it was time to really get to talk with Tom maybe finally rip off the bandaid and get the closure Troye’s been pushing you to get.

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You’re wearing your long black coat, Tom in his tan jacket as you two walk along the sidewalk don’t hear any flashes which is always a good sign that nobody was following you but in this business you could never be too sure.

Tom has his hands in his pockets as you two walk, he looks down at the sidewalk.

“So, how long are you guys staying in town?” You speak up.

He looks over at you, grinning before looking down, “We were gonna stay here for a week but due to… complications, we might leave tomorrow.” He sighs.

You stopped walking, “Was it because of whatever happened before you two got to the table?” You subconsciously start biting the bottom of your lip and pulling off the dried skin.

He blinks a few times, sighing, and reaching over to pull down the skin between your chin and bottom lip, “It’s nothing, okay? It’s fine. I’m just being a big baby. Stop worrying now.”

It goes silent once again, Tom has never deflected you like that, he’s always been straightforward, especially when you started asking questions.

You clear your throat, “I’m actually quite glad we got this time together, Tom. I wanted to talk to you about a few things.”

The pace you two had naturally set was slow but as soon as you finished talking, it got even slower as Tom waited for you to speak.

“We were together for 3 years, Tom.” You thought you could do it but you feel the words slither back into your throat, if this happened, he’d be gone., what the two of you had would be gone.

He sighs, “3 years madly in love.” He wipes something along his eyes, if you knew any better you’d think he was crying, “And I fucked it all up.” 

You stay silent as he continues, “I’m sorry I’m-I- I’m sorry I fucked us up, Y/N. If I could go back, I’d do so many things different, I’d love you how you deserved, I’d never leave you, and we would be so happy together.”

“It’s in the past Tom.”

He runs a hand through his hair, “And now, you’re moving on right?” He smiles sadly and you furrow your eyebrows, just exactly what happened between him and TImothee?

You stay silent so he continues, “I-I thought if I came back here, it would fix things between us. But seeing you here, I can’t tell anymore if you’re truly happy with him or you’d be better off with me.”

You look down feeling the tears stinging your eyes, he couldn’t read you not because you two were different now but because you yourself didn’t even know.

“Maybe you can help me understand, Tom.” He halts, the time suddenly stopping between the two of you, “A walk down memory lane, like a date. No, exactly like a date, just the two of us.”

Tom’s face breaks out in a huge grin, “Y-yeah, I’d like that.”

Were you ready to forgive him? Absolutely, there was too much history and love between the two of you not to, does this mean you two were getting back together? Not exactly. There still existed the Timothee of it all. You had to understand what you wanted, whether it’s to be with Tom or to be with Timothee. This whole time you’ve been with Timothee but this may be the only time you have to spend it with Tom. You grab your phone, sending a quick text to Timothee.

To: Timmy T

19:35

‘Hey, change of plans. I gotta cancel something kind of important happened, don’t wait up, I’ve got spare keys and I can just take an uber back.’

Not even 2 minutes later you have a reply.

Fr: Timmy T

19:36

‘It’s fine. :)’

Maybe you should have called. But maybe you shouldn’t, maybe hearing Timothee’s voice would completely change your mind.

Tom holds out his hand, waiting for you to take it, “Come on.” He looks excited as he talks nonstop, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss this, “We could go to the bookstore at the corner of the street, and then we could go to some small time art galleries, maybe look for some museums, or maybe we could go to the local library if they’re still open, and we could go walking along my some docks or the beach and then we could go to a cafe or something!”

He barely catches his breath but you’re giggling at him, it was funny how easy you two could turn it back on, being together like this, like no time had passed but in all reality it’s been at least 8 months since the detonation of your relationship.

“We could go to some-ugh I don’t even think they play soccer here.” You laugh, “How about instead of a cafe, we go to a sports bar or something.”

He shakes his head, swinging your intertwined hands together, “No, no way you hate those kinds of places, you like laid back places.”

You smile to yourself, “How about a lounge bar?”

Tom chuckled, “We’re not THAT old, Y/N.”

You laugh with him, “Alright, then let’s go to an old fashioned Dive Bar.”

He stays silent, smiling over at you and nodding, “But first the book store, art gallery, and pier.”

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You walk through the aisles and aisles of books in a tiny antique book store you both had found as Tom looks around as well but he wasn’t fooling anyone, he didn’t go to places like these, not a bookstore, not art galleries, not museums, but he’d always been willing as long as it made you happy.

You grab a book, on art, and walking over to the cashier and paying for the book. You grab the receipt and walk over to a sofa where as per tradition you would read a portion of the book, “This is perfect since we’re going to an art gallery after.” you grin at the approaching Tom.

As you sit there and read, you feel the familiar gaze, Tom’s eyes going soft as he watched your eyes follow the lines on the book and as you turned the page, slowly nodding when you agreed with something written in the book on how impressionism was an art style too sophisticated for its time. This was what Tom loved to do, watch you while you had the time of your life, as your eyes come alive as the minutes go by.

By the time you reached page 20, you stand up, ready to leave and Tom grabs your coat from the coat hanger and holds it open for you as you slide your arms inside.

“I found a spot in town where there are a bunch of local art galleries like maybe three to four, we could go there.” He suggests, “But it’s a 25 minute walk from here, does that sound okay to you?”

Tom takes the book from your hand, holding it for you as you open the door to the outside and the bell dings.

You nod, “That sounds great.” You put your hands in your coat pockets.

You look at the ground while walking, then over at Tom, “So, how much longer are you playing Spiderman?” You smile hopefully.

He grins, but there’s a gleam in his eyes, “I don’t really know, to be honest. A lot of things are happening right now and everything is changing-if I’m being completely honest, I’m at the end of the rope here.” He looks over at you a glaze going over his eyes, “But if things were to happen that would make me end my career as him, it’d be worth it.”

He looks around, a quiet neighborhood where locals probably recognized you but didn’t disturb you two at all except for a few kids who wanted Spiderman’s autograph.

“It’s quiet here.” He points out.

“I know right?” You look around, “It’s peaceful and away from everything else.”

He kicked a pebble off of the sidewalk, “Looks like a place people who want a quiet life could settle down in, huh?”

You blink a few times, “Yeah, well a quiet life would never cut it for you.”

“That’s not true.” He slows his pace, “As long as I’m with you, I’d be happy with what I get, whether that’s glitz and glamor, or a quiet life in a quiet town where nobody knew us.” He lets out a breath, “In fact it sounds amazing, but only if it’s with you.”

You’d thought about it before, for sure you have. Leaving all of this behind, getting married, starting a family with Tom, getting another dog maybe, and having two kids who yo two would love dearly, a white picket fence, a backyard maybe with a pool still very debatable, a grassy area where the kids could play and run around with the dogs, Tom could build them a treehouse where you two could come up in on Tuesdays to have dinner there, but Tom would obviously always be up there having tea parties with your daughter every chance he could.

You shake your head, that was a dream, a fantasy. This was reality, “That sounds amazing.” You smile at what could have been-what could still be.

“Aw, shoot. I was really banking on the library next door to be open.” He pouts.

You roll your eyes, grabbing his hand to pull him along to the gallery next door.

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*click*

You laugh, “Tom, that’s the 10th picture you’ve taken of me.”

He looks at the picture with adoration in his eyes, a shot of you catching him mid photograph as you hold you your hand in front of you, your arm outstretched while in the middle of a laugh, “And I’ll treasure it always.” He says as he sets it as his wallpaper and lockscreen.

You hum, “I think there’s a beach around here if we go straight.” you two begin walking and 10 minute later your feet are already sinking in the sand.

“Here.” He kneels down and unbuckles your high heels for you, holding them in his hands, you two walk along the shore, hand in hand, the beach at night wasn’t exactly a view, but you were here with Tom, teasing the idea that maybe you two could get back together.

You suddenly blurt out laughing, “I’m sorry… but I understand why walks on the beach are for sunsets.” 

He squeezes your hand, “Not true, it’s quiet and it’s like the whole world is asleep and it’s just us who exist.” He looks over at you, “I love the beach at night, it makes me feel that much more closer to you.”

He looks down at the shore, getting both of your feet wet, “You know, sometimes I wish I could just end it all- I mean this whole life, just leave and never come back, just disappear, and I’ve never said it out loud, but saying it just now, made me realize how sick I am of hollywood and fucking producers and filming.

“Everyone’s asleep, Tom. Scream out into the void.” You gesture towards the ocean.

He nods, soundlessly, taking a deep breath, “I WISH I COULD LEAVE IT ALL BEHIND AND START A NEW LIFE!” He takes a deep breath, “I WANT A FAMILY! I WANT TO LIVE WITH THE LOVE OF MY LIFE!”

You feel your eyes start to water, as Tom finally gives himself the chance to be honest, and you take a deep breath too, “I JUST WANT TO BE HAPPY!” you take deep breaths as you wipe your eyes, the tears already starting to fall.

He takes your hand, as the two of you leave the beach barefoot and feeling like a heavy weight has been lifted.

His eyes are on the ground as he refuses to look anywhere but, “Do you think you could be happy with me?” 

You nod, “Of course I could be, Tom.” You squeeze his hand.

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The two of you walk through the entrance of a Dive bar, a pretty quiet night with a few locals around, the stage was empty, and it was a little past 1, you two go straight to the bar, knowing Tom liked sitting at the bar, because it made you two that much closer.

“Hi” Tom waves down the bartender, “Could I get a draft beer and some white wine maybe?”

He nods quietly and serves your drinks, but instead of going away, he lingers, looking at the two of you.

“I’m sorry, I know this is your personal time, but aren’t you the Spiderman kid?”

Tom nods enthusiastically, and you admire him. He loved being Spiderman, even if he does complain about it, he loves being Spiderman, being able to be a superhero to kids, and just bringing the role to life.

The bartender turns to you, “And you’re Y/N! Aw man!”

You nod shyly, “Yeah.” You smile, “I didn’t think you’d know me. It’s usually him, who get recognized here.”

He grabs his head, “How could I not recognize you?! I’m a huge fan! I even buy your albums even though CDs are obsolete!”

You giggle at the bartender seeing as he was a pretty big buff guy with arm tattoos, “Well, I’m glad you love my music.”

He nods, “Yeah, completely, I’ve been waiting for your album for a while now, ever since you announced it on Ellen!”

Your face falls,”Well, I’m a bit stuck in this place. Maybe a few songs to go before we can get to editing and rearranging it.” You feel a weight off your heart, scared that maybe nobody would listen to your albums, “You should give me your name, number, and address and I’ll be sure you get one of the first few copies.”

He grabbed a napkin, writing down his details quickly, “Jesus Christ, this is crazy, I never would have thought I’d get to meet you! I’m Sal! I mean, I’ve never been outside of the country and this is a dying bar, as you can see.” He suddenly looks like he got a great idea, “Wait, how about you perform? Maybe bring in a few locals or a few tourists, I used to play your songs, but people started to want live music and nobody really comes here to sing, so maybe you could perform a song off an old album, maybe?” He looks so nervous to even ask you that you can’t help but accept.

You get up off the stool, Tom immediately grabbing your wrist,”Are you sure? Are you good to perform?” You give him a reassuring smile, “I’ll be fine, Tom. He’s a big fan, if I can help him in any way possible, I should do it.”

You plug your phone into the aux cord and approach the mic, “Sal over there, says he’s a big fan of mine, and he asked me to play an old song... “ You look over at Tom, who had his arms crossed, a nervous look on his face, “But how about I play a song nobody has ever heard before, one I wrote about a year ago about the person who was my whole world. This is called Clementine”

Tom’s eyes widen as he sits up straight, trying to get a good listen as Sal takes out his phone to record. You press the play button on your phone for the music to start and you begin singing.

I'd like to tell you that my sky's not blue, it's violent rain

And in my world, the people on the street don't know my name

In my world, I'm seven feet tall

And the boys always call, and the girls do too

Because in my world, I'm constantly, constantly havin' a breakthrough (hmm)

Or a breakdown, or a blackout

Would you make out with me underneath the shelter of the balcony?

'Cause I don't need anyone

I don't need anyone

I just need everyone and then some

 You spot the entrance where more and more people were piling inside, as Tom grasped his hands together tightly, his eyes never leaving you.

 I don't need anyone (I don't need anyone)

I don't need anyone (I don't need anyone)

I just need everyone and then some (I just need everyone and then some)

Wish I could see what it's like to be the blood in my veins

Do the insides of all of my fingers still look the same?

And can you feel it too, when I am touchin' you?

And when my hair stands on ends, it's saluting you

The blush in your cheeks says that you bleed like me

And the 808 beat sends your heart to your feet

Left my shoes in the street so you'd carry me

Through a breakdown

Through a breakdown or a blackout

Would you make out with me on the floor of the mezzanine?

'Cause I don't need anyone

I don't need anyone

I just need everyone and then some

I don't need anyone (I don't need anyone)

I don't need anyone (I don't need anyone)

I just need everyone and then some (I just need everyone and then some)

My face is full of spiderwebs, all tender yellow blue

And still with one eye open, well, all I see is you

I left my daydreams at the gate because I just can't take 'em too

Know my heart still has a suitcase, but I still can't take it through

I don't need anyone (I don't need anyone)

I don't need anyone (I don't need anyone)

I just need everyone and then some

I don't need anyone (I don't need anyone)

I don't need anyone (I don't need anyone)

I just need everyone and then some (I just need everyone and then some)

I don't need anyone

I don't need anyone

I just need everyone and then some

Oh-mmm, oh-mmm (yep)

The bar was pretty full now, couples littered around and a number of people crowded around the bar trying to get their orders, and it hits you like a truck, you can’t breathe and you’re gasping for air but you can’t show all these people this side of you. Tom rushes over to your side, grabbing your hand and pulling you along, you feel slightly better as he brings you to a less crowded part of the bar, “Maybe we should get you home.” He looks around, worried, “I already booked an uber so you could get some rest while we’re on the way home.”

You nod, following after him and telling Sal you’d be sure to visit again before you left Italy.

Getting in the Uber, you rest your head on your shoulder, as you drift off to sleep, Tom’s finger tracing circles on the back of you hand.

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You two were standing in front of the gate, it was like Tom wanted to say something. It was like something changed in that dive bar, what you wanted became a little clearer to you but you had to think about this, you had to prove what you were thinking was right.

You hold Tom’s hands in yours, “Tom, would it be fine if I tell you what I’ve decided tomorrow?” You bit your lip, “I just don’t think making my mind up in the moment is the right thing to do, maybe a good’s night sleep would help me think.”

He nods reassuringly, “Of course, Y/N that’s completely fine. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He leans over, giving you a shy kiss on the lips before backing away, unwilling to turn his back on you while he waits for you to get inside.

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When you get inside, the house is dark, the only light coming from the tv, To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before playing on Netflix. You approach the couch to turn off the tv but you’re shocked to find Timothee laying on the couch, popcorn bowl untouched a he snored lightly, you shuffle over to the tv, but he stirs in his sleep.

“Oh, hey you.” He looks deadass tired with his eyes half open but he smiles groggily at you, “Did you just get in?”

You nod silently, “Were you waiting for me?” 

He stays quiet, “Well, what if you lost your keys? How could I expect you to climb over the gate and into the house?”

You smile at him, “That sofa can’t be comfortable to sleep on all night.”

He shrugs, “Well, if I didn’t who else would save you in your time of need?” He scoots over, patting the sofa next to him, “Wanna watch some Peter K with me?”

You feel a comfort in your heart, unknowingly nodding, “Yeah, I’d like that.” This was you being completely honest with Timothee, you think you knew what you wanted but you couldn’t decide on that in the heat of the moment.

You sit next to him, getting comfortable and before you know it, you lean into his shoulder, falling asleep.

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An All Hallow Queen’s night; AU! MONSTER Queen x teen reader

*Author’s note*

Hey all well I tried to get this done yesterday but some things came up and I just couldn’t but after putting you all through some haunting Hallowqueen fics throughout last month, I thought I might make it up with a more fluffier fic than my mini series turned out.

I hope that everyone had a good and safe Halloween last night and as we approach the 1 year anniversary of the movie Bohemian Rhapsody coming up in the next day or two (some in England or Europe might’ve already celebrated it, however in America we get some things a week later than ya’ll lucky ducks) anyways I hope that everyone had fun and if weatherwise it didn’t work out for anyone I hope you all still got candy and treats.

Now for this fic there is some haunting elements because this is an AU! Monster fic as you can tell and I first want to give credit where credit it due. Ever since seeing the beautiful Hallowqueen artwork that was done by @amedvleec​ in honor of the first ever Hallowqueen celebration (and I hope we have more of this in the Halloweens to come, cause this was honestly a LOT of fun for me, hbu?), I was inspired to try and write a fic based off your artwork and what you had made the guys in your drawing. It was hard to figure out where to take it but I finally came down to it. So I want to THANK YOU FOR CREATING SUCH A BEAUTIFUL PIECE OF ART AND I LOOK FORWARD TO SEE WHAT ELSE YOU COME UP WITH :)

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It was that time of year again, the time of year where kids can wear their costumes and run amuck.  The time of year where houses are done up all horrifying and you can scare the living shit out of some people, yep I’m talking about Halloween.  And this year was gonna be the best Halloween ever.

Especially since this year I was hosting the yearly Halloween party for Team Queen.  The roadies, sound techs, and of course the band members themselves were all gonna come over to my place and we were gonna have ourselves a little ‘Spook-a-poloza’.

I was putting the final touches to the outside of the haunted ‘maze’ that would be down in my basement and my cousins were putting on the last touches of their costumes and makeup.  Once the webbing looked good I stepped back and observed.

“Ohh yeah. Very terrifying.” It was then I heard a clank at my window, almost like someone had thrown a pebble at my window. I walked over towards the living room but I saw no one there.  I shrugged it off and went over to check on my gummy ‘cockroaches and caterpillar’ Jell-O cups when I heard the clank at my window again.

At this point I was getting a little scared as I walked right up to the window and turned on the deck light.  All was quiet when suddenly someone jumped out and literally scared the shit out of me.  I then heard the familiar chuckles and laughter and there dressed in his normal concert all black attire with two black gloves both imprinted with diamond claws, and wearing cat ears on top was Freddie Mercury.

“Damn it Freddie!”

“Did I scare you darling?”

“What do you think you bastard.” He chuckled before heading over to my front door.  I opened it up and allowed him in.  He grinned and opened his arms out for a hug.  I accepted his hug and allowed him inside. “So why so early Fred? Usually you’re the last one to arrive.”

“Well it’s Halloween, plus if it’s your party I’ll always be the first one to arrive. Especially if I get to spend more time with you.”

“Ohh I see, you were just trying to beat Deacy from coming over first.”

“Oh okay fuck it yes that’s the reason why.” He said bluntly to which I laughed.  

“Well since you’re here, care to be my taste tester for my ‘cockroaches and caterpillars’?”

“If it’s anything your cooking darling, count me in.” I led him into the kitchen and allowed him to test out my Jell-O creepy crawlies.  As he tried a caterpillar I heard the doorbell ring. “Okay get back to me with your answer when I get back. And don’t pig out on them like you did at the Christmas party.”

“No promises darling.” He said as I left the kitchen and went to the door to reveal some of the roadies.  I welcomed them in and that’s when I heard a voice cry out.

“(Y/n)!” I turned and soon coming out of the car was Brian along with Roger.  I smiled and waved to them.  As they got closer I saw that Roger had added what appeared to be spider eyes in a triangle shape on his forehead and he had in fangs and from his fingertips to a couple inches past his wrists were painted black.  He also had spider webs wrapped around his arms so I began to think he was a half human half spider creature.

White Brian was dressed in a poet’s shirt (chest exposed of course), black silk pants, and around his eyes was smoky black paint along with some raven feathers.

“Let me guess. Uhh…..Edgar Allen Poe’s ‘the Raven’.” I said pointing to Brian. “And…..a spider of some sorts?”

“A drider, but minimized without the legs. But yes. And how could you get Brian’s costume?”

“Because unlike you, (y/n) is well educated in English literature, unlike you uncultured swine.” Brian said as he came up and wrapped an arm around me.

“What can I say? I had a Poe phase my middle school year. Hey do you guys know when Deacy’s said to come over by?”

“He told us he’d be here my sunset. Wanted to ‘get into character’ as he said.” Roger said doing air quotes.  “Why you ask?”

“Just wanted to know.” Truthfully Deacy had called me earlier this morning telling me that he needed to tell me something.  But it was the tone in his voice that got me worried cause it wasn’t his usual cheery self that he usually uses around me.

“But until then, your second favorite it here.” Roger said as he came up and twirled me into his arms before wrapping me up in his arms.

“Yeah. He’s inside being my taste tester.” I teased. He gaped his mouth open before tickling my sides which made me shriek and squirm in his embrace.

“You take that back you little minx or the tickling continues.” He threatened.  I kept squirming before I finally managed to get out of his arms and said.

“Rog you know I hate it when you do that!”

“Exactly why I did it. Now get back into these arms you cheeky thing.” I shrieked and raced back into the house with Roger chasing after me.  I soon met up with Fred in the kitchen and immediately hid behind him then just before Roger could grab a hold of me, Freddie stood between us and he said.

“Hold it blondie! No one messes with my darling witch but me.”

“Sod off Fred this is personal.” Roger teased as he eyed me playfully.  I stuck my tongue at him.

As the night grew darker there was still no sign of Deacy but most of everyone I had invited was now in my house.  While I was getting some ‘blood red punch’ Peter came up to me and said.

“Someone at the door for you.” I walked my way through the crowd and opened the door but saw no one there.  I raised my brow and stepped further outside.  I looked around but still couldn’t see someone, that was until I felt two hands grip my shoulders and I squeaked and turned to see Deacy.

“Deacy!”

“Aww c’mon poppet you’re not already scared are you?”

“I’ve already been spooked by Freddie and my dick cousin Cody earlier today, at this rate I’m gonna have a heart attack at the tender age of 16.”

“Well it’s a good thing I’m here then. You know that I’ll always protect you, right? I’m way more scarier than any monster or person that tries to do you harm.” I giggled softly and said.

“I doubt that.”

“Why not? I could only show you my loving side for a reason. But then again you always make me go soft for whatever reason.” He said as he leaned his forehead against mine, a common trait he and I did to show a sign of affection.

I got a better look at his vampire costume. Like Freddie, he wore the very outfit he wore last November at the Rainbow theater, the famed all black suit with white under shirt that exposed his chest.  His long hair seemed more wilder than it usually was and he had on fake nails that resembled claws almost.

“Love the vampire look. Seems Fred isn’t the only one sporting his Live at the Rainbow attire.”

“He kinda suggested this outfit would make my vampire look more authentic.”

“Well I like it. Please come in, let’s get out of the cold.” He followed behind me and with that all the guests had arrived. I then got my microphone and had the DJ cut the music as I got everyone’s attention. “Alright if I could have everyone’s attention. Just for a second.” And of course most of the people ignored me.

“Oi listen up you fuckers!” Freddie’s voice cried out throughout my house. He turned back towards me and winked at me.

“Thanks Fred. Okay first I want to thank you all for coming to the 1975 Halloween party. Now I want to avert your attention to the cards you all were required to get the second you all walked through the door. This year’s party will also be centered around a Murder Mystery game. Based on the card you have received, you have been chosen to either be a villager, a police officer, a witch/warlock and finally the werewolf. Now the werewolf, police and villagers are very obvious characters, but if you have been given a witch or warlock card. You have the option for saving a victim or like the werewolf, you can create more werewolves.”

I could already see people getting intrigued, especially the guys.  I smiled and continued.

“Now this game will go on for the rest of the night and whoever can guess who the main werewolf is by midnight is the winner. So as the party goes on, be sure to ask questions as your character. Any questions?” Brian raised his hand and I pointed to him.

“So if the villager is attacked by the werewolf, how long should it be for the villager to die?”

“I’d say give it 3-5 minutes. And werewolf don’t go overboard with the killings. Otherwise that’ll make you more obvious. And the way you attack is just tickle their palms for a brief second, but make sure it’s noticeable for your victim to get it.” Peter raised his hand next.

“When the villagers die, where do we go?”

“Excellent question. You have the option of becoming a wondering spirit. I’ve got some sheets prepared those that want in on the fun. You can wonder around but you can’t tell the name of the werewolf who killed you. Any more questions?” No one raised their hands. “No? Great, enjoy the party everyone and remember—be careful out there for this werewolf hunt begins…..now!” The party continued on.

The night went one and soon within 10 minutes, we heard the first scream and the first person to die was Johnathon, Roger’s roadie.  And it was then the investigation began.  I looked down at my card and saw that I was a witch.  So I got into the mindset of my character and just lurked around debating on what to do.

It was then Deacy came up to me and said.

“Excuse me Miss. Just a quick question, you wouldn’t happen to know just who was behind the recent killing would you?”

“I may or may not officer. But you know I think I saw Brian looking a little suspicious. I did notice he was the last one to shake Johnny’s hand before he died.”

“Thank you ma’am.” I grinned as he walked away and I walked the opposite way.

The murder mystery continued on and so far most of the roadies and Peter ended up on the dead list.  I looked around and that’s when Freddie came up to me and he said to me.

“Have you any idea who killed all those lovely dears?”

“I wish I knew Fred. I’m sorry about Peter.”

“Yes, I swear whoever killed him will pay for this barbaric betrayal.” We shook hands and that’s when I felt him tickle my palm. Ohh cheeky Freddie, very cheeky. I walked away from him and looked at the time to see that it was 9:25pm.  Maybe I could make this even more interesting and maybe do an outside death scene.

I walked out of the backyard but kept the back door opened so that people could hear me over the music playing.  I walked along the hay maze my cousins helped me set up when I heard the sound of rustling.  I stopped and looked around.

“Whose there?” I asked.  I didn’t see anyone else come out here, so either it was those damn squirrels or the neighbor’s dog again, then someone’s snuck onto my property. I grabbed the closest big stick I could find that still had a bunch of branches at the tip to make it look like a daggered stick.  It was then coming around the corner was a man.

I quickly grabbed my torch and shone it on him and to my disgust I saw that it was Paul Prenter.

“What are you doing here Prenter?”

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m here for the party.”

“Well there were two invitations I sent out. One to invite, and one not to invite. And I know I put you on the latter list.” I sneered at him.

“On the contrary love, I think I was put on the former list.” And I know this sounds crazy but I swear to god I thought I saw his eyes turn pure black as he grinned at me. “And I think it’s time I gave the hostess my profound gratitude.” He then lunged right at me as he roared an animalistic type roar.

Soon my screams could be heard from miles away. To one who could hear it, it sounded like I was literally getting murdered.  I raced through the maze trying to escape from Paul.

*3rd Person POV*

From inside the house, only four people could hear the screams over the loud music.  Freddie, Brian, John and Roger all met up with each other and Roger said.

“Was that (y/n)?”

“If it is, then that girl’s got a skill in acting.” Admitted Brian.

“No my darlings, I don’t think this is part of the game.” Freddie said wearily.  Deacy sniffed the air and gasped before growling lowly exposing his fangs.

“What is it Deacy dear?”

“Prenter!” he hissed.  At hearing his name the other three were in alert.

“That son of a—I’ll kill him I swear I’ll fucking kill him!” growled Roger.

“No Roger dear, leave him to me.” Freddie said as his demeanor changed from stoic to dark on a dime.

*My POV*

I kept running as Paul seemed to be getting closer and closer to me.  I could hear his rabid snarling and maniacal, haunting laughter.  As I ran a corner and tried to push on, I suddenly tripped and felt this sudden pain in my ankle.  I cried out and turned to see Paul finally leap towards me.  I ducked away but it was then I heard another snarl and soon hay just shot right over me as part of the wall exploded like a bomb going off.

I could hear what sounded like a tiger’s roar mixed in with either a lion’s or leopard’s low growling.  Slowly I lifted my arms away from my head and just lay there in shock.

“(Y/n)? (Y/n)!” It was then Deacy came in from behind me and he knelt down beside me. “Oh poppet, are you alright?”

“Paul—he…his….I….AHH!” I screamed as I felt Deacy take my left ankle into his hand.

“Well thankfully it’s not broken. Just a little sprained. C’mon let’s get you some ice and heal that up.” He picked me up bridal style and turned back the way he came but my eyes were just glued to the broken up wall in the maze.

Back inside up in my room, Deacy was bandaging up my ankle before taking one of my bathroom mini-towels and placing the bag of ice in it before finally placing it on my ankle.  I hissed and he said.

“I know it hurts for a while, but it’ll help decrease the swelling.” I really wanted to say something about what happened in the maze, but I knew I would only sound crazy.  “(Y/n), poppet are you sure you’re okay?” I look up at him and said.

“I—I probably watched the Exorcist one too many times. That—that didn’t happen, it couldn’t have happened.” I said in denial. But looking up at Deacy, he didn’t look at me with sympathy or like I was crazy.  In fact he looked—understanding.

“Poppet, remember when I said I had something to tell you?”

“Yeah. But—what does this have to do with what just happened?!”

“I promise all will make sense, but first I want you to answer me this.” He sat down close beside me, he wrapped his arm around my shoulders and continued, “What exactly do you know about monsters?”

“What?”

“Please (y/n) just—just answer my questions.”

“Well they—they aren’t real. I mean that’s what my auntie always said to me when I was little. Deacy what’s going on? Why ask me about that?”

“I promise you everything will make sense. Now tell me; what do you know about vampires?” At this point I was growing not only impatient but more confused. Why was Deacy asking me these questions?

“Deacy please just tell me what’s going on!? I’m not only still shaken up by—well whatever the hell was going on with Prenter out in the maze but these questions aren’t making any sense!”

“Listen to me (y/n). I’m…..trying to ease you into this delicately. Hell we vowed to never tell you this but now—not only with what just happened but we finally came to an agreement that you deserved the truth.”

“The truth about what? Are—did you guys commit murder or something?”

“No, no nothing like that at all. But please just answer my question and I’ll answer yours.” He stroked my cheek softly.  I looked up at him before sighing heavily.

“Well—my knowledge of vampires only limits to Dracula and other films regarding Vampires.”

“And what are those things?” he asked me.

“Well they—only come out at night.”

“Well truthfully it’s just no sunlight. Cloud days or stormy days they can come out.” Okay how the hell would he know that? “What else?”

“They uhh—drink blood. And they live forever.”

“Yes. And in a way they can, yes. Anything else you can think of?” I thought about it before saying.

“They have fangs? I don’t know! Deacy please enough questions what the hell is going on!?” I said panicked.  He takes a deep breath in through his nose before exhaling and turning fully towards me.

“Okay poppet. I—I want you to look into my eyes.”

“Okay.” I said wearily.

“I mean really look into my eyes.” He emphasizes as he cups my face in both his hands and leaned in very close to me, so close that our noses kept brushing against one another.  I kept my eyes on him and that’s when they changed from the bluish grey tone, to blood red.

At that point my heart just stopped and my body tensed up in fear.

“Tell me I’m not dreaming.”

“No, you’re not. And these aren’t special contact lenses either.” At that point I began to panic and it was then as Deacy took out the fake fangs, longer more realistic fangs grew out as he hissed and groaned. “Bloody hell my fangs have such bad timing.”

At this point like anyone should, I began stammering.

“Y-So—so y-you’re…..a-a-a real…..”

“Yes poppet. I’m a vampire. A real one.” And cue the panic and trying to get away.  I tried to get off the bed but Deacy caught bot my wrists and tried to calm me down. “No, no please (y/n) don’t run. You’re going to damage your ankle even more. Don’t. Don’t it’s okay. Stop struggling. Please relax.”

“Let go of me! Let go! Let go! Let go! Let go!” I begged and pleaded as I kept thrashing around.  Deacy kept hold of my wrists and kept trying to soothe me.

“(Y/n) please calm down. Relax. Shh, shh. I’m not going to hurt you. I wouldn’t dream of hurting you. Look into my eyes.”

“No! You’re going to use that freaky mind control and make me your blood slave!”

“Okay you don’t have to look into my eyes but just—look at me. Look at me.” He cups my face again, his thumbs gently stroking my cheeks.  “I’m still the same Deacy you know and love. Please love trust me.” I looked at him still in a panic but he kept looking at me with the same warmth and loving look he’s always given me.  Even though now his eyes were red.  “Breathe for me love.”

I took in a deep breath as he did the same.

“That’s it love. Let’s get your heartrate down. In for three, out for five.” We continued the breathing exercises until I was finally calm. “Good girl. That’s my girl.” He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead.  Okay, getting a kiss from a vampire, never knew that would happen to me.

“So—all this time you’ve been…..”

“Yes.”

“And the guys….are—are they—vampires too?”

“Oh god no. You’ve seen our arguments and fights right?” I nodded. “It’d be—absolute hell if we were all vampires. No I’m the only vampire. But—the guys are also creatures of the night too.”

“What are they?”

“Well. Brian is a shapeshifter, but he mostly prefers to transform into a raven. Freddie is a familiar.”

“A what?”

“A familiar. They’re companions to a witch.” I thought about it and suddenly it clicked.

“So wait is—is Mary?”

“A witch? Yes. But don’t worry, she’s a good witch. A white witch, that means she only dabbles in light magic compared to what most witches are known for.” Okay so the few times I met Mary I’ve been talking to a real witch. “And roger is a drider.”

“A rider?”

“No love a drider. D.R.I.D.E.R. And—you may not like it when I tell you what that means.”

“I might as well know what it is so just tell me.”

“Basically you’ve got your half man half animals right. Like werewolves, mermaids, sirens, all that. Well a drider is a half man, half spider.” At that I shuddered.

“Spiders. Of all the things why did he have to be a spider.”

“Well, be thankful he’s not a naga.” He plainly suggested.

“I’m afraid to find out what that means.”

“Half person, half snake.”

“Oh fuck no! No, no, no, no!” he chuckled, even with the fangs, I could still see that sweet tooth gapped smile he’s always had. “So—monsters are real?”

“Yes. We’re all around. We can blend well with human society, but on All Hallows Eve, our true forms slowly come out till the stroke of midnight when our true forms take full shape.”

“So you—” I trailed off.

“I what? C’mon love don’t be shy. I know this is a lot to take in but don’t be afraid to ask me all the questions that are probably running through your mind.” He stroked my cheek gingerly with the back of his index finger.

“You’re—not going to eat me?” he let out a disbelieved chuckle.

“No. Well I mean…..”

“Deacy!” I whined fearfully.

“I’m kidding poppet. Of course not. I’ve told you time and time again, that I’d never let anyone hurt you. That also includes myself, come here.” He held his arms out to me.  I looked at him cautiously but he assured me with those red eyes of his that he wasn’t going to try anything.  

So I slowly leaned in and leaned against his shoulder like I always do whenever we hug.  I felt his arms wrap around me and he rubbed my back comfortingly.

“Of course I would never eat you. And neither would the lads. We all care about you too much.”

“How long have you been like this?” He hummed and said.

“Wow, never thought I’d be asked that. It seems so long ago, I don’t know if you’ll like the answer. But—I’m around 537 years old, give or take.” I gaped at him.  537 years old? Holy shit!  “Compared to the others I’m still the youngest. They’ve been around for millennia’s. Freddie of course is the oldest out of us. Then Bri and then Roger.”

“What else can vampires do?”

“Well, think of us as basically superhuman. We can lift things normal humans can’t. Our senses are sharper, and we can shapeshift our forms. Brian helped me gain control of that ability shortly after I met them roughly 196 years ago.”

“You’ve known them for that long?”

“Yes. Hard to believe isn’t it. Especially when we formed the band just recently. But I was living with them at the time as Queen was being formed.”

“But something doesn’t quite make sense. I thought vampires only drank blood, but I’ve seen you eat cheese of toast. And steak and shrimp. I thought vampires couldn’t eat human foods?”

“Well just because I’m a vampire doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy a human meal every now and then. While I can eat it, I can’t taste them as you humans taste things. The only thing I can taste is blood, but that doesn’t mean I have to live solely on blood. I don’t know where that came from.”

“Blame pretty much every vampire movie made.” He bopped my nose playfully and that’s when I grew nervous.

“What is it poppet?”

“Have—have you ever…..and I don’t mean this to be offensive but, answer me this. Honest and truthfully Deacy. Have you—ever bitten anyone?” he sighed heavily and said.

“I think what you’re asking is if I’ve killed anyone?” I looked down shamefully. “What would you think of me if I did? How would you feel if I told you that I—stalk my prey? That when I feed, I drain every last ounce of life out of them?” I grew pale and pushed back from him. “Love don’t worry. I get my blood through a blood transfusion program. It puts less suspicion on us, and saves more of my kind. But I won’t lie there are vampires who freely kill wherever they go. That they see humans as no more than blood bank pets.”

“Do they—live here in London?”

“Afraid so. But like I said before, I’ll always protect you. So will Freddie, Brian and Roger. In fact I’ll let you in on a little secret, come closer.” I lean a bit closer to him but keep a good foot away from him. “Closer.” I lean closer and that’s when he meets me halfway and whispers in my ear. “Vampires are afraid of driders.”

“For real?”

“I’ll admit I was afraid of Roger myself when I first met him, but he—sorta grew on me as the century went by. So you’re well protected especially if Roger is by your side should a vampire try to do anything to you.”

“Guess I’ll need to apologize to him telling how Fred was my second favorite Queen member.”

“Nah let him believe he’s in last place.”

“You are so cruel!”

“They don’t call me the kind of the one liners for nothing.” He bragged.  “And you know, I’m quite surprised you never figured it out at least with me. Why did you think I never let you in the loo whenever I was getting ready?”

“So wait, Vampires really don’t have a reflection in the mirrors?”

“That’s the one gag that’s actually 100% true. Due to the silver material mirrors contain, we can’t be shown. That’s why I ask you for final looks before I go on stage on how I look.”

“So all that stuff about garlic and wooden stakes?”

“Completely false. Garlic just smells bad so that means anyone can be killed by garlic just because of the smell, and a stake can’t even pierce through a plate of ribs all the way through, so how the hell is it supposed to kill us? You would need to do repeated stabs in order to even attempt to get to our dead hearts.”

“And staying in during the day?”

“That is true to a degree. It’s only sunlight we can’t stand. But if it’s a cloudy morning then we can survive. But nighttime is the preferred method because our eyes are so sensitive. Driders have the same effect we do when it comes to sunlight.”

“So that’s why Roger’s always wearing sunglasses inside and out.”

“Exactly. Clever girl.” He said as he gently ruffled my hair.

“Now I have to ask. What happened outside with Paul, he’s—is he a monster too?”

“The worst kind of monster there is. A demon. He’s been poking around near us as a way to gain human souls for hell. But you don’t have to worry about him anymore, Fred took care of him.”

“You—you mean that—thing was Freddie?” he nodded. “But he—he didn’t even look human.”

“Familiars in their true form look more like goblins. They have some knowledge of magic but not a lot. And they’re the only creatures that can actually kill demons.”

“And that’s what Freddie did?” I asked.

“Prenter had it coming when he decided to attack you. Especially on All Hallows Eve when our powers are most strong.” I leaned back against his shoulder and asked the million dollar question.

“How did you become a vampire?”

“Hmm, never did I think I would tell that story again. It’s pretty long.”

“Well I’m sure the guys probably sent everyone home so the party’s cancelled. I’ve got all night if you’d like.” He stroked through my hair and he explained.

“Well; long before I met Veronica. Centuries before she was born. I—had another love. To me—she was everything, but to her I was nothing but a pet. A blood bank that would sustain her.”

“Ohh Deacy.”

“I mean—I knew the signs that she was a vampire. Because back then people weren’t as skeptical as they are today. So just from the signs I knew who she was, but—I didn’t care. I loved her. Anyways, one day there was a fire. Our house was in full blaze. A beam fell from the roof and, went right through my chest. I still have the scar to this day, you can even see it today.” He pushed back the left side of his attire aside and there I finally saw the faint lining of a scar that looked like something had stabbed him. “I guess—in her final mercy. She fed me her blood. The next thing I knew, I woke up stronger, condemned, my senses were sharper.”

“And—what happened to her? Did you ever find her again?”

“No. She—disappeared. I never saw her again, even to this day I’ve never found her. Best bet is that she probably got herself into trouble and ended up getting killed by humans. So…..ever since then I’ve been completely alone. Till I met the other three, then Veronica. And finally you.” He softly grinned down at me before brushing my hair aside.

“Is—Is Veronica a vampire too?”

“No. She’s like you. A mortal.”

“Does she know? About you and the guys being….you know.”

“I told her last year. She—caught me in the midst of my transformation. I—I was so afraid she’d leave me and see me as a monster instead of who I was to her. But……god or whoever above bless her, she still accepted me for being what I am. And now we’re raising our own little family together. Sure it may seem wrong for humans and monsters to be together but I don’t give a fuck.”

“I was told that vampires couldn’t procreate, is that also a lie?”

“Yes. In fact—vampires are basically the reigning kings and queen of creating actual life.”

“So you’re quite prolific then, aren’t you?” he laughed and bowed his head shyly.

“Yes you could say that. And at only 537.” He stroked the back of my head and he said, “Are you still afraid of me? Of the guys?”

“Honestly. Not of you. But then again I’m still shaken up at the fact that everything my grandpa said before he and nan died about monsters not being real is a lie. And due to the fact that I was almost killed by a demon. It’s—all too much for me to try and process.”

“And that’s understandable love. Brian said straight up as soon as you got close to us when you became our assistant that we should tell you the truth as soon as possible. But Fred and Roger said we couldn’t do that to you. You were so young, we wanted you to keep that innocence for a little longer. Plus we—didn’t want to lose you because of what we are.”

“I get why you guys kept this from me. But knowing everything now, you guys maybe monsters in a literal, physical sense. That doesn’t mean you’re monsters in the figurative sense. But it—it’s still gonna take time for me to completely accept that the famed band Queen are creatures of the night.”

“Again, I understand. Just know that—even though we are monsters, we are still the same four boys you know and love. And we still love you just as much. We can still love and care just like humans can, we have flaws, we feel lonely. Sometimes even more than what you humans go through when it comes to loneliness. But all the same emotions humans go through, we go through them too.” I nodded and he smiled and hugged me close to him.

He nuzzled the top of my head before pressing a few kisses on top of it.

“How’s the ankle now?”

“Still a bit numb, but I think it’s just due to the ice. It doesn’t hurt as much as before.”

“Let me take a look at it.” He scooted downward and removed the rag from my foot and quietly observed it.  He gently placed his hand over it and my cold skin mixed with his slightly cold hand, it sent shivers up my spine. “Well it’s coming along fine. We’ll just need to keep it propped up and iced and you should be able to walk again in the next few days.”

“Thanks Dr. Deacon.” He grinned before turning towards my clock.

“It’s nearing midnight.” I turned to my clock and saw that he was right.  It was now 3 minutes till midnight.  Damn where did the time go?  “Shall the lads and I see ourselves out?”

“Well I mean, if you wanted to, you guys can stay here for the night. My cousins probably long went home by now so it’s just me in the house now.”

“Well I—we wouldn’t want to impose.”

“You’re not. I love having you guys here. Plus I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep tonight after what just happened with Paul.”

“No worries poppet. We can protect you.” He said as he stroked my cheek gingerly. There was a brief moment of silence before Deacy continued, “The guys are on their way up here.”

“Wait—how did…..”

“Telepathic connections love. Anyone that’s close to a vampire can be connected through a telepathic link between each other. So that means I can connect with the guys, Veronica, my children.” ‘And now you.’ I gasped as I suddenly heard his voice in my head.

He chuckled softly as he grinned and I heard his voice again say.

‘Can you hear me poppet?’

‘Yeah. I can hear you.’ I answered in my head. He touched my forehead with his and brought me closer to him when a voice spoke up.

“I see you just extended your telepathic bond with our beloved (y/n).” We looked up and there stood Bri, Rog and Freddie. Bri then spoke again, “How’s the ankle love?”

“Getting better.”

“So—Deacy told you everything huh?” Roger said as his eyes showed nothing but pure shame.

“Yeah. I know the truth about you guys. It’s—a lot to take in but….I think with time I can accept this.”

“And that’s all we can ask for darling. Just as long as you never change your mind about us. See that what we were doing around you was just for show wasn’t an act. That’s who we really are.” Freddie said as he came up to my other side and placed his chin on my lap.

“She’s allowed us to stay here for the night while our full transformation begins.” Deacy told the guys.

“Are you sure lovie? You—may not like what you see from some of us.”

“As long as you don’t destroy my house then I have no problems Rog. Besides sooner or later I’m gonna have to see your true selves. You all have already seen mine when I told you about my parents about to sell me in the black market for drug money had it not been for my grandpa.”

“She’s right Roger dear. It’s only fair.” Freddie said as he sat up and rubbed my back comfortingly.  It was then my grandmother’s mini Victorian ‘grandfather clock’ chimed away signaling that midnight had arrived.

Fred and Deacy both got off my bed and it was then the boys began to morph.  Deacy’s hair grew longer almost down to his mid back, his fingers grew longer and his nails more sharper to a point.  Brian grew about a foot taller and his skin changed from that slight tan color to a greyish tone, his eyes went from hazel blue to purple.

But the biggest change came from both Fred and Roger.  Roger’s lower half began to stick together as now 6 spider legs started spurting out. A spider body began to consume his lower half and the three eyes that stood on his forehead finally began to come alive as they moved around till they locked right onto me.  And Freddie—well his entire human feature almost disappeared as his legs disappeared into the tentacle like tail that I saw earlier in the maze.  His fingers grew longer and longer, and his head morphed almost into an alien shape like bulb.

His eyes went from brown to an amber-like orange, but what was almost haunting was the fact there was this black, magic smoke surrounding him, as well as moths that fluttered around him as he stood there. Another thing I began to notice was that in this form, he had no mouth.

At the last chime from my clock, the guys stood there in their full forms right before my very eyes.

“(Y/n), you—okay?” I’ll admit I’m stunned to see them like this, hell there’s still a part of me that wants to flee for the hills (and I hate to admit it that it was mostly because of Fred and Rog at this point. Out of the four of them, they take the prize for being the most horrifying to look at).

“I—”

‘If it help darling.’ In this form Freddie’s voice was more like a haunting whisper of the wind. ‘I can change into my other form.’ Other form? Oh god what would that look like.  Then almost at the snap of a finger, a black cat stood in Freddie’s place.

He was pure black much like his hair was in his human disguise, and he had the orange eyes.  He was pretty lean in his cat form and he meowed as he came up towards my bed.  I smiled as he hopped up gracefully onto my bed and walked up towards me.  He meowed again before making a trilling sort of meow as a motorboat purr came out of him as he nuzzled me.

I picked him up and held him close to me as he licked his lips.

“I guess I can see why you and Mary have so many cats back home. Can you speak to them?” he meowed before nuzzling my cheek and even licked it.  I went ahead and took that as a yes.

“He says yes, and they keep him company most of the time.” Explained Deacy.

“So you guys can understand him in cat form?” I asked as I scratched under Freddie’s chin.

“Yes. Soon in time you’ll be able to understand him too.” Stated Brian.

“Dick move Fred, you know that I can’t turn into a cuddly cat or animal to ease (y/n) into this.” At that point I heard Freddie growl.  Now I didn’t need to understand familiar tongue to know a growl like that.

“Hey now don’t be ugly Freddie.” I warned him as I adjusted him in my arms.  He then squirmed a bit wanting me to set him so I obliged and he rubbed up against my leg before plopping down against it, exposing his tummy.  “Okay you’re forgiven.” I then rubbed his stomach like a dog and I heard his purrs grow louder. I think it’s clear to me that he’s the only cat that ever likes belly rubs and scratches.

“Are there—anymore questions that are on your mind about us?” asked Brian.

“I think I’ve been filled enough for one night. I’m still trying to process Deacy’s backstory but in time I’ll ask about you three later.”

“Understandable lovie. We’re sorry again that we never told you in the 3 years you’ve known us. We just……”

“I know Rog. Deacy explained it to me. And to be honest if I were in your shoes I’d probably do the same thing. But…..” I trailed off sadly.

“What is it love? C’mon tell us.” Deacy said as he came up to me and placed his hand on top of my shoulder and gave it a soothing rub with his thumb.  I took a deep breath and sighed.

“Are the three of you immortal as well?” At hearing my question Brian answered.

“Yes. We’ve been around for millennia’s.”

“So—that means you four will have to watch me grow old, wither and then die.” At hearing that, the four of them grew solemn that was until Deacy spoke.

“Well love, there—there is one way. But it requires the greatest sacrifice.” I turned to him and at that point Freddie took his leave and morphed back into his true form. “One night during the Sheer Heart attack tour, we all sat down after you went to bed. And we talked about this matter very deeply. Out of all our years of living, you have been the one that made us feel what it meant to be—human. You’ve given us so much that—that we can’t bear to watch you slowly wither and parish with time.”

“You’ve always been there for us. Taught us that it was okay to not be okay.” Brian added.

“To not let the growing media put you in a spotlight that is not true.” Added Roger.

‘That it’s okay to have flaws and insecurities. That you don’t always have to be perfect to everyone.’ Freddie added.

“So—the question I have for you is this.” He took both my hands in his, he looked deeply into my eyes and said the four most dangerous, most trusting words that a vampire can say to anyone. “Let me turn you.”

At hearing those four words, my heart stopped and I stared at him in shock.

“I know it’s unfair for me to ask that of you. We’d be asking you to give up everything you’ve ever known. Leave the remaining family you have and having his curse upon you. But there’s no other way.”

“Isn’t there some magic spell that Mary can use?”

‘Magic can be used to increase a witch’s life force but putting a mortal. A pure mortal like you under one, could have serious consequences. I would not risk it even if Mary were to find a spell to do just that.’ Freddie said.  I nodded and thought long and hard about it.

“Will—will it hurt?” There was silence in the room till Deacy asked.

“Is that a yes?” Before I could reply, he cupped both sides of my face and said in a serious tone. “I need you to be 100% certain that your answer is yes. Because if it is, there’s no going back. And there are no do-overs. Once you are turned, that’s it. Now I’ll ask again. Will you let me turn you?” I kept silent as I thought about this long and hard.

Yeah I mean I would leave my cousins behind but we hardly ever saw each other since they are legally adults and have their own lives.  I just call them whenever I need help with something or they help keep the mortgage on my grandparent’s mansion since I couldn’t afford it yet.

Plus I don’t want to die while the boys kept on living.  I wouldn’t dream of putting them through that grief after all we’ve been through together, what we could go through together.  So I gave Deacy my answer.

“Yes.” He exhaled nervously before suddenly embracing me.  At first I thought he was going to bite me right then and there, but all he did was stroke down my hair and rock me from side to side.

“I promise love, I’ll teach you everything I know. I can officially be your ‘brother’. I won’t let you fall off the wagon. I’ll take care of you I promise.” Wow I mean I knew Deacy was sensitive but never did I think this much.  I actually kinda liked it.  At least I knew I wouldn’t be abandoned like he was when he was turned.

A little bit of time passed by and Bri and Fred left the room leaving Roger, Deacy and I in my bedroom.

“So—how exactly is this going to work?” I asked.

“Well there are many ways that a turning can happen, but it all has to come to one common denominator. The turnee has to be at the brink of death.” Deacy explained.  Why didn’t that surprise me? “And since I wouldn’t dream of doing something like shooting or stabbing you, I think it’d be more humane to go the traditional way.” I nodded but didn’t say a word. “(Y/n), something’s on your mind love. Tell me.”

“I—I don’t know I just…..”

“Do you regret saying yes?”

“No it’s not that Deacy it’s just…..”

“Just what?”

“What if—what if something goes wrong? Like you find my blood so tasty that you can’t stop. That you just forget about turning me and just kill me right here on my bed.”

“That’s why I’m here lovie.” Roger said as he stepped towards me.  He placed his black-clawed hand on my other shoulder and he continued, “As I’m sure he probably told you. Vampires fear nothing except for one creature. Driders. If for whatever reason Deacy’s primal instincts take over, one stern word from me and he’ll immediately back off. Because throughout history our venom is so potent, that it has the ability to kill other immortal creatures, including vampires.”

“Especially since his species of drider is the most dangerous and the kings and queens of all. Roger is a black widow drider.” I turned towards Rog and he merely shrugged.

“I don’t like to brag.”

“Oh please every year you like to show off the famed red hourglass you’ve got.” Deacy rolled his eyes.

“Watch it bat boy just remember who you’re talking to.”

“Okay guys, guys, guys. Human female in the room remember?” They ceased their arguing and Roger apologized.  Deacy brushed the hair out of my face and tucked it behind my ear and he said.

“I’ll try my best to not go overboard. I’ll only drain just enough to where you can still drink my blood. And like Roger said, he’ll be here in case anything does go sideways. But I promise I’ll try to control myself.” He kissed my forehead and had me lay down on my bed.  He hovered over me and he asked me. “Are you ready?” I swallowed hard and exhaled a nervous breath.

“Yes.” He stroked my cheek and whispered in my ear.

“Just relax love. It’ll feel like getting a shot, then some numbness. I’ve got you poppet.” I felt his nose go from my cheek down to my neck.  He stopped at the middle section of my neck where probably my veins were more noticeable. “I can hear your heartbeat, and I can smell it too. Relax love. It’ll be more painful the more tense you are.” It was then I felt Roger’s hands take my right one and he gave it a comforting squeeze.

“I’m giving you permission to squeeze my hand as tight as you want to. If you feel afraid or any pain, you can squeeze my hand. You won’t hurt me.” I nodded briefly.  I felt Deacy place a kiss on my neck before I felt his fangs graze against my skin.

Then just like getting a shot at the doctor’s (however unlike a little needle, these were two hypodermic fangs) I felt a prick at my neck.  I gasped and squeezed Roger’s hand.

“It’s okay lovie. Just look at me, look at nothing but me.” He cupped the side of my face and stroked my left cheek so that I wouldn’t look at Deacy.  “Just focus on me lovie. I can share with you some drum solos I’ve had in mind for the Christmas concert we’re scheduled to do.”

I hummed and as he spoke, I felt myself getting lightheaded.  Roger was going in and out of focus and my mouth was now gaping out.  I felt numb and tired and that’s when I heard Roger say.

“Deacy stop. She’s ready.” But I heard an animalistic growl coming from Deacy.  It sounded much like a lion’s growl, maybe even a bear I don’t know.  My vision was growing black and I heard Roger snarl. “Deacon enough! You’re going to kill her!” At that point I heard what sounded like a lion mixed with a snake’s hiss as Deacy jumped back from me and I saw the blurry figure of Roger standing over me. “ENOUGH!!!”

I then felt light, faint strokes around my head and Roger’s muffled voice said.

“(Y/n), lovie can you hear me?” I faintly groaned and that’s when Deacy came back into my blurry vision and I heard him say.

“Oh god love I—I’m sorry I-I-I didn’t mean to go overboard I….”

“Just quickly give her your blood before she passes out.” Roger told him.  It was then I saw Deacy bite into his wrist and I felt it touch my lips.

“Here love, drink.” I placed my lips over it and at first gagged at the taste of his blood.  It was like licking 1000 pennies all at once. “I know love, I know it tastes bad but it’ll pass. Please love you have to drink or else you’ll die.” He cups me behind my head and much like a baby, places his wrist back to my mouth and I slowly began drinking his blood.

It tasted revolting at first but like he said, it soon turned out to be the most delicious thing I ever tasted. Kinda like—my favorite milkshake at Kenny’s ice cream parlor.  I don’t know what came over me but I found myself gripping Deacy’s forearm and greedily drank his blood.

“Now, now, not so fast love. Easy. Easy poppet.” He cooed as I let him stroke my hair.  I kept drinking and drinking until I had my fill.  I separated from his wrist and exhaled. “You messy little thing.” He cooed as I felt a wet rag wipe away my probably bloody mouth and chin.

“D-De….”

“Shhhh, just rest now.” He whispered.  Suddenly feeling exhausted I closed my eyes and fell fast asleep.

*3rd Person POV*

As John looked down at her, he couldn’t believe he almost ended her life.  Even though he’s had human blood thousands of times from the blood transfer program the hospitals do with vampires, it had been centuries since he got it from the actual source.

It was like—he had been taken over by centuries of natural instincts and he just needed to keep drinking from her.  But thankfully Roger was there to stop him. He would’ve never forgiven himself had he killed her.

“Thank you Roger.” He nodded.

“Just don’t scare me like that again. I was literally seeing the life drain from her eyes. Don’t ever put me in the position again.” The two rhythm players of Queen looked down at the young newborn vampire about to be born.

“You can leave now Roger. I’ll stay with her.”

“You sure?”

“Yes. I know what it’s like to not have the one who turned you leave you. I don’t want to damage her psyche like that. I am her brother now. And she deserves to see me when she first awakens.” Roger nodded but before he left, he stroked (y/n)’s hair and nuzzled her head before giving her a soft kiss to her forehead.

Once Roger left the room, Deacy lay down close beside her and held her close to him.  He allowed her head to rest on his chest and he protectively wrapped his arms around her.  Rubbing her back and stroking through her hair, he knew touch was crucial to her at this point.

About an hour and a half later, she began to stir and the first thing she felt were back rubs and scalp massages.  She moaned and curled deeper into Deacy’s chest.

“Morning sister.” She looked up and as he looked into her eyes, her normal (e/c) eyes were now blood red.  Her nails were more pointed but not as long as Deacy’s were.

“De-Deacy?”

“Yes sister mine. It’s me. How do you feel?”

“Needy. Why do I feel needy brother dear?”

“Because sister mine, much like newborn human babies, newborn vampires need to have the skin to skin contact with the one that turned them. Unlike the wench that turned me, I won’t abandon you.” She buried her face into his neck and buried her hand into his suit and stroked around his shoulder and even went down his chest to touch the scar he had shown her earlier.

Deacy did the same thing as he nuzzled her head like a lion nuzzling their pride mate and tucked his hand under her shirt so that his hand was now touching her bare back, rubbing soothing circles.

“That’s it poppet. Just cuddle against me. It’ll all be okay. I’m here, I’m here.” He whispered as he continued to bury his face into her hair.  

[bill-denbro]

can't fight this feeling | part 5

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↳ table of contents: ILL FIX DIS SOON

↳ pairing: bill denbrough x reader au

↳ summary: Gretta and Bill get into a fight; and it ends up with Bill being heartbroken. What will [Name] do?

↳ warnings: cursing and my ~shitty~ writing

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[NAME]

"[Name]! Oh my— you need to see this!" Beverly yells, dragging me into the mess she was put in. Her hand held a firm grip on my arm, as we both run to whatever shit she put us in.

We were running in a very fast speed, and I was very confused on why. After a few tumbles here and there, we reached the... cafeteria?

"Bev, if you were just hungry you could've told me, I have an extra sandwich." I scoffed while rolling my eyes. She simply shakes her head, and points at the big crowd that was in front of us.

"Um, what's up with that?" I asked her again, while she gently hits me on the arm.

"Go look for yourself [Nickname]," was Beverly's reply.

I take a few steps forward, Beverly trailing behind me, I squished inside the crowd to see Bill and Gretta in an. . . argument? Eddie, Richie, Stan and our other schoolmates were surrounding them.

"Y-You were t-talking shit behind m-my b-b-back?" Bill stutters out, a fiery glare in his eyes. Gretta simply shrugs, chewing the bubblegum she was chewing.

"And t-the fact that y-you don't e-even care, makes i-it even m-more a-a-aggravating." Bill looks at her one last time, before walking away sadly.

"Finally, I've been waiting for this day to come," Gretta sighs in relief. "Girls let's go," she nods over to her goonies.

I heard a lot of murmurs from the crowd, as they slowly part away from the controversial event. I stayed put as Beverly walks up beside me saying, "So what's your plan now? Will you talk to Bill about this?"

I simply shrugged. What am I supposed to do anyway? Tell him I told him so? Well, that would just make me look like a prick.

(But it would be really funny, though.)

"I don't really know Bev. . ."

Eddie, Richie and Stan, however, were still there and were able to hear our conversation.

"I suggest you talk to him [Name]," Stan gives me a simple smile. Richie and Eddie nod at this.

"I thought you guys hated me and don't want me near you?" I questioned them, as they all look down simultaneously.

"We know, we've been assholes to you [Name], and we're sorry. Maybe talking to him would help and fix shit?" Richie suggests, and for the first time in forever, he talked to me in a decent way.

Beverly pats me on the back, "See [Name]? Just talk to him."

"Bill's probably outside to get some fresh air, at the gazebo, I think." Eddie told me, while everyone else nods.

"Okay, I'll talk to him."

"Fuck yes!"

BILL

"It would be mean for me to say, 'I told you so', but I'll go ahead and say it." I heard [Name] declare behind me, as I sit on the wooden chair quietly, looking at some pebbles that were scattered on the ground.

"I told you so."

I looked up to see her standing in front of me with a pity smile. I looked down, wiping a tear that fell from my eye. She takes a seat beside me, taking my hand in hers'. Usually, I would've removed my hand in hers' but somehow this time, I didn't.

I felt some kind of comfort.

"I know you're still mad at me, well in some way, but I just wanted to comfort you after what happened awhile ago." [Name] takes in a deep breath while continuing, "But, if you don't want some company, I can freely leave—"

I cut her off by simply saying, "S-Stay."

She starts to be anxious; her cheeks stinging a bright red color. "Are you sure? I mean, you — you don't want me near you and you've never really liked me as a friend."

"J-Just stay, please."

She gives me a nod and a simple smile, "Alright."

I leaned my head on her shoulder, her hand still on mine and my smile slowly coming back on my face.

"I-I um, just wanted t-t-to say thank you," I whispered to [Name], while looking at the students who were passing by in front of us. "Thanks for, I don't know, just being here right now."

I never really appreciated [Name] [Lastname]. . . until now. Maybe it's because why she always clung onto me at all times or is very desperate for me to become friends with her. But when she started to distance herself from me, I felt kinda weird?

Of course Bill, you're so used to her chasing you all the time, of course you would feel weird after a ling time, she finally gave you the distance you 'wanted.'

"No problem Bill," she replies, while a smile appeared on my face. Weird. "No problem."

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[padfootdidit]

okay rhiannon i can't choose one so here and you can choose which inspires you c: 20, 49, 51, 54, 58 & 60

‘marble hearts collide’

#58 “I was going to kiss him, but then my friend texted me about going to Taco Bell, and, well, there’s this cashier that works there who is way cuter, so I bailed on the rest of the date.”

Thank you Grace! I chose this one because I had an idea for it as soon as I read it and so… that’s what this is I might make this a thing ?? like a series

modern + muggle au

“I was going to kiss him, but then Gemma texted me about going to Taco Bell, and, well, there’s this cashier that works there who is way cuter, so I bailed on the rest of the date.” Lily’s telling him this, aware that she sounds loopy, and she can’t help the blush on her cheeks but she’s also had a few glasses of wine, a few really meaning five, and really, it needs to be said. “So, anyway, I’m standing in front of this cashier guy and he really, really is cute. Like, textbook, chick flick, cute. Probably has a good shot at a career on Instagram. And he asks me what I want. And you know what I don’t want?” She pauses, doesn’t give him time to answer, takes another sip of the drink in her hand, drink meaning gin and tonic, and continues, “Him! I don’t want him! So, now I’ve bailed on my date to ask another guy out on a date and I go to ask this guy and I realise I don’t want to go on a date with him! He has to use a calculator to work out my change. I only paid with a fiver!” She throws her hands up and almost sends her glass flying and Sirius takes that as his cue to intervene. 

“Hey, Evans,” he says, stilling her hand, “breathing is a vital part of staying alive.”

She looks at him with wide eyes, wide eyes meaning eyes that can’t focus on one thing. “I’m breathing.”

“Good to know.” He slips her legs off his lap and stands, cracking his neck, before snatching her glass from her hand. He downs it before she can protest and just grins at her pout. “Everything in moderation.”

“Including sobriety.” Surprisingly, drink never seems to hinder Lily’s vocabulary. It just makes her sound like a character out of an American coming-of-age film. 

“So the date was bad then?” Sirius asks, placing her empty glass on the drink tray and opening a new bottle of scotch. He only pours one glass and her pout spreads to her eyes. 

“He said his favourite film was Fight Club,” Lily winces just thinking about it.

“Yet, you were still going to kiss him?”

He rejoins her on the sofa as she shrugs. “He had a nice jaw.”

“A perfectly acceptable excuse to kiss someone.” Sirius raises his glass in a faux toast, “I still don’t understand how you ended up here, though.”

Lily rolls her eyes dramatically, as if that in itself is a journey which needs a film trilogy to explain it. “Well,” she lifts her legs back onto Sirius’ lap, “he gave me my change and I asked him if he knew what my name was. And he didn’t! The cheek! I’m a regular in there, at least when Mary’s in town which is like, 80% of the year. So, I’m standing in front of him, thinking that I was about to ask him out and he doesn’t even know my name! And then I ask how old he is and, get this,” she raises her eyebrows to emphasise her words, “he’s seventeen.” 

“You naughty, naughty cougar,” Sirius smirks, shaking his head.

“I know! So, now, on top of him not knowing me, I’m basically like, breaking the law just by looking at him, and I’m sorry, but what seventeen year old can have a 5 o’clock shadow? None of you four managed it!” It’s a sore point and Sirius punishes her by pushing her legs off. “Anyway, so I just run. Mary is pissed because she hadn’t finished her taco, and so I tell her to just go back because I need to talk to you. So I get on the tube, walk like, the billion miles to your house, and here I am.” 

“You left out the part where you threw your heel at my window to wake me up,” Sirius says. 

“This isn’t Verona, there aren’t just convenient pebbles lying around,” Lily says this as if he should have thought of this immediately. 

Considering he pays a guy to clean his driveway, he probably should have considered there wouldn’t be any pebbles for her to throw. “Well, you’ve certainly had an eventful evening. I’m guessing you want to sleep here?”

“I’m guessing you haven’t changed your silk sheets for cotton?”

“Never,” he says. 

“Then yes please.” She accepts his helping hand up, and obediently follows him to the guest room. As always there’s a robe, matching the one Sirius is wearing except for his monogrammed initials, hanging up, two mints on the pillows, and a fire going. “God, I love you.”

“You love my money.”

“And your hair,” she goes up on her tippy toes and pecks him on the cheek. Sirius leans in the doorway, casually elegant, and somehow beautiful despite the fact that she woke him up at two am, and watches her as she gets ready for bed. They’ve been friends for years and, as a result, she has no qualms about slipping out of her dress in front of him. As she disappears into the en suite, knowing there will be make up wipes and face wash ready for her, he swirls the scotch around his glass. 

Then, nonchalantly, “You know Potter is coming home tomorrow?”

In the en suite, something falls into the sink. “No! I thought he wasn’t due back until, like August.”

“No, tomorrow.” Sirius takes a swig, waiting to see if she says anything. Nothing. “I did tell you recently.”

“Must have slipped my mind.” Lily’s voice sounds oddly high pitched. Sirius can imagine her dragging out the task of removing her make up, not wanting to face him. Not wanting to face him meaning not wanting to admit the truth. 

“He put it in his Easter newsletter,” still, Sirius sounds completely nonchalant, casual as a wolf with its mouth around a rabbit. 

“I don’t read those,” Lily says, “they’re each as long as Ulysses.”

Sirius makes a considerate noise. “Well, I’m sure you won’t see him anyway. You’ve got such a busy schedule, you’ll probably have to leave early before he gets here.”

“Oh, no, I’ve got tomorrow off. They’re renovating.”

“Just for a day?”

Lily hums in agreement, just loud enough for him to hear, “Yup.”

In an attempt to lure her out, Sirius doesn’t reply. Just waits. And, as expected, it works because, a few minutes later, Lily leaves the en suite, some stubborn eyeliner still left around her eyes. She walks proudly, in only her bra and knickers, to the bed and climbs in between the silk sheets, burrowing down until only her eyes are visible. 

“So, still in denial?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She says it as if she knows exactly what she’s talking about. Which she does. He’s talking about how she always manages to be around whenever James is due to arrive back from his latest trip. He’s talking about how she knows everything about James, from his shoe size to his least favourite restaurant in China Town, to his mum’s middle name, to where he wants to be buried, to the number of moles on his back, to his favourite Fast and Furious film. He’s talking about how both she and James have known each other as long as Lily has known Sirius and never once kissed, not even on the cheek. He’s talking about their shared aversion to sitting next to each other at the dinner table, even though they spend the rest of the meal talking to no one else but the other. 

It’s infuriating. For him, for every single one of their shared friends, to anyone who spends more than two minutes in the same room with them. It’s so obvious, it bites the air, strains against whatever leash they’ve put it on, shouts to be heard. Yet, they both ignore it. 

Ten years ago, Sirius had hated the fact that his best friend had fallen for someone. Now, he hated the fact that his best friend refused to admit he’d fallen for someone. They were 26 for fuck’s sake. For Sirius, who knew he was never going to marry and had no interest in any of that bollocks, this was okay. But, for them, who should stop wasting time and get on with it before they were 78 and still looking at each other from across the room, it wasn’t. It was time for them to break the leash and stop wasting time. 

Sirius finishes the scotch. “If you say so.”

The wine and the G&T have worn off, and it’s obvious in her voice, as she says goodnight, “Sleep well Black, I’ll make you breakfast in the morning.”

“No you won’t,”

“No I won’t.”

“Goodnight, Evans,” he blows her a kiss from the doorway and then switches the light off, closing the door softly behind him. Once in the hallway, he pauses for a moment and shakes his head. Then, he walks up the stairs to his own bedroom and goes back to sleep, making a mental note to call someone about the heel-shaped crack in his window.

[oneyoungexcuse]

Feeling nosy. All onefifty please

Sorry this took so long, my phone delete my answers so I had to recover them x 1. Who was the last person you held hands with? Dani 🐼
2. Are you outgoing or shy? Outgoing but I can become very shy In certain situations 
3. Who are you looking forward to seeing? My friend coming back from Sheffield, seeing my Lovely panda at some point and pretty excited for Macklemore in April! 
4. Are you easy to get along with? I think so. Though if you’re a Tory or just a twat then we might clash 
5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you? I hope so. But otherwise I’m pretty good at looking after myself 
6. What kind of people are you attracted to? Kind people. Good 
7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? No idea. Lets just wait and see 
8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind? Wondering if my dad has brought a new flat yet 
9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? Not anymore. My mum spoke to me about sex the other day so it’s become a much more of an open topic. I won’t get to personal with strangers though. 
10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? Gabby the other night, we were on the phone for like two hours whilst in my pjs drinking a glass of wine in bed. It was great. 
11. What does the most recent text that you sent say? Nearly bed time. I miss you too. 
12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now? II. Shadows - Childish Gambino Curious- Hayley Kiyoko You’re the one- Dr. Vades Told you so- Miguel Danger- Jkay Ft Shola Ama (acoustic) Honestly give them all a listen because they’re all so great for a Friday feeling 
13. Do you like it when people play with your hair? ALWAYS. Well what’s left of my hair :P 
14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?Not anymore really. I don’t believe the universe makes your life up or has anything planned for you. You decide that for yourself. 
15. What good thing happened this summer? I got a job? I suppose that’s a good thing 
16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? Yes please. Bill Sykes 
17. Do you think there is life on other planets?There must be, not necessarily in our solar System or galaxy but out there in the universe of expanding space surly? 
18. Do you still talk to your first crush? Not really no, it’s been a long time. 
19. Do you like bubble baths?I’m not really allowed them because of my eczema so I prefer showers anyway 
20. Do you like your neighbors? I don’t mind them yeah apart fromNext door fill my room with the smell of fags and he has squirrel traps! But he does set them free after dark in a local park hahaha! 
21. What are you bad habits? Nail biting. Chewing on my lip ring. Slurping my tea. Singing badly. Forgetting things really easily. Getting toothpaste down myself. Having ice creams or whipped creams smeared all over my face when I have it. 
22. Where would you like to travel? Thai land. America, especially New Orleans. Canada. Iceland. Ireland. Back to Mexico. So many places really. 
23. Do you have trust issues? Continuously. Trying my hardest to break out of them. 
24. Favorite part of your daily routine? Going to bed? Or if it’s a Friday heading to the pub 
25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? My hips, fingers, thighs, feet and teeth. I know that’s not one thing but still 
26. What do you do when you wake up? Get straight in the shower and put some music on 
27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? I wish my skin was clear of eczema! I dunno, I like being more tanned because them im not so pasty 
28. Who are you most comfortable around? Some close friends like Gabby, Bryn, Rose and some family members 
29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up? Lol no. 
30. Do you ever want to get married? Maybe one day but I’m not really thinking about all that now. 
31. If your hair long enough for a pony tail? God no, there’s just about enough for a quiff 
32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with? Alycia debham carey Lynn Gunn Kristen Stewart The list could go on and on ... 
33. Spell your name with your chin. I’m on the tube this should be interesting ... Woohoo (apparently that’s my name) 
34. Do you play sports? What sports? Rugby 
35. Would you rather live without TV or music? This is so hard since I’m watching so many Netflix box sets at the moment. But a life without music, I could not do. 
36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them? Yep. 
37. What do you say during awkward silences? How about those dolphins? 
38. Describe your dream girl/guy? Lynn Gunn. Done. 
39. What are your favorite stores to shop in? H&M, Uniqlo, urban outfitters, two seasons, vans, ASOS 
40. What do you want to do after high school? Mate way past that, I’ve surrendered myself to the system already and have a job 
41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? Depends what that person has done. 
42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean? I’m upset, something on my mind or I really just don’t feel like talking. Sometimes pain makes me quiet.
43. Do you smile at strangers?Well I currently had a man fall asleep on me on the tube and me along with the whole carriage were smiling at each other so yes 
44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean? Outer space 
45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning? My job. My friends who make me get out of bed. Apart from that not much. 
46. What are you paranoid about? The threat of people always leaving me 
47. Have you ever been high? I was high the other night, for like an hour and that was it. 
48. Have you ever been drunk? Me drunk? Never! (Biggest lie told) 
49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? Probably yeah, most likely something at work 
50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore? Black 
51. Ever wished you were someone else? Always. 
52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself? Physical: my body Myself on a whole: self esteem 
53. Favourite makeup brand? ...yeah I can’t wear that either really 
54. Favourite store? Vans 
55. Favourite blog? Lezlorde 
56. Favourite colour? Too hard, I like red, purple and blue 
57. Favourite food? Pasta probably 
58. Last thing you ate? An apple 
59. First thing you ate this morning? A bacon sandwich 
60. Ever won a competition? For what? I won best forward for the 2nds team at my rugby club, was so honoured for that 
61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?Nah just a load of detentions 
62. Been arrested? For what? So far all clear 
63. Ever been in love? Yes...
64. Tell us the story of your first kiss? It was an awkward dare. 
65. Are you hungry right now? Starving! 
66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends? Some but I don’t know most of my Tumblr friends so hey there people :D 
67. Facebook or Twitter? Facebook 
68. Twitter or Tumblr? Tumblr. 
69. Are you watching tv right now?I wish, I’m in Vauxhall in my van waiting to pick something up 
70. Names of your bestfriends? Gabby. Bryn. Pebbles. Holly. 
71. Craving something? What? Pizza so badly! 
72. What colour are your towels? Blue 
72. How many pillows do you sleep with? 2, 1 for each heads. 
73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals? You leave my bear, lion and tramp alone! 
74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have? I have 3 at Home and some more else where 
75. Favourite animal? Lions 
76. What colour is your underwear? Black with florescent band 
77. Chocolate or Vanilla? Vanilla 
78. Favourite ice cream flavour? Bubblegum 
79. What colour shirt are you wearing? Grey 
80. What colour pants? Blue jeans 
81. Favourite tv show? Parks and Recs or Stranger Things 
82. Favourite movie? Stop. That’s insane you can’t have 1 film. Top of my head is like The birdcage, someStar Wars, Mean Girls, some Tarantinos and Moonlight. 
83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2? Mean girls 
84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street? Mean girls 
85. Favourite character from Mean Girls? Damien 
86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo? The little octopus that says “awww you guys made me ink!” Or the French shrimp Jacque 
87. First person you talked to today? Rose 
88. Last person you talked to today? The day is not over! 
89. Name a person you hate? Donald trump 
90. Name a person you love? Lynn Gunn 
91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now? So so many people 
92. In a fight with someone? Not really I don’t think. We just don’t talk. 
93. How many sweatpants do you have? 2 
94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have? 6 (not enough) 
95. Last movie you watched? The Personal Shopper 
96. Favourite actress? Don’t really have one, there’s no many! 
97. Favourite actor?Again I have too many 
98. Do you tan a lot? Not by living in England I don’t 
99. Have any pets? 1 very old cat that I love dearly 
100. How are you feeling? Hmmm a little tired and flat but I just need to get a drink in me 
101. Do you type fast? Way too fast I make so many mistakes 
102. Do you regret anything from your past? I regret letting people in too easily. Saying some things and getting drunk too much 
103. Can you spell well? Fuck no 
104. Do you miss anyone from your past? My grandmother 
105. Ever been to a bonfire party? Yep quite a few 
106. Ever broken someone’s heart? Sorry max 💙 
107. Have you ever been on a horse? Indeed 
108. What should you be doing? Downing a pint in the pub, reading more and probably getting some decent sleep tonight
109. Is something irritating you right now? My skin, people and myself 
110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt? How about those dolphins ?! 
111. Do you have trust issues? Yep. Good drake song though. 
112. Who was the last person you cried in front of? My mum. On Tuesday 
113. What was your childhood nickname? Oidie. Elkin. BS. Eli 
114. Have you ever been out of your province/state? London? Indeed 
115. Do you play the Wii? I haven’t got one but I love the baseball and bowling 
116. Are you listening to music right now? I was listening to the radio but now I’m watching The end of the Fucking world 
117. Do you like chicken noodle soup? Don’t hate it 
118. Do you like Chinese food? Love it 
119. Favourite book? To kill a mockingbird 
120. Are you afraid of the dark?When walking home by myself sometimes but generally no. 
121. Are you mean? Not usually. I can be if you really hurt me 
122. Is cheating ever okay? No. Unless someone treats you abominably then maybe but usually you shouldn’t do that shit. It fucks people up. 
123. Can you keep white shoes clean? Not for long. Don’t take white converses to Notting Hill carnival 
124. Do you believe in love at first sight?No. It’s gradual 
125. Do you believe in true love? Not sure anymore. 
126. Are you currently bored? At work sometimes At life sometimes But I’m trying so hard not to be 
127. What makes you happy? Photographs Memories of my grandparents my pets Christmas Friends Nights out in London My lion tattoo 
128. Would you change your name? No. I like Ellie. Suites me 
129. What your zodiac sign?Leo. 
130. Do you like subway? I love it. Haven’t had it for ages though. Bacon and chicken ranch or turkey is peng
131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? Did you not notice my rainbow flag outsideMy house? I’d be extremely flattered but if I didn’t fancy them I would let them down so gently 
132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? Didn’t we have this ? Gabby. On the phone and in person . We were up until 2 am. ICan’t wait to have that girl back! 
133. Favourite lyrics right now? “TensionBetween us just like picket fences”
134. Can you count to one million? 1...2..3...4 (how much time you got?) 
135. Dumbest lie you ever told? “I’m not drunk I’ve just got food poisoning” 13 year old underage drinking Ellie 
136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?Closed
137. How tall are you? 5,7 (nearly 8!) 
138. Curly or Straight hair? Curly 
139. Brunette or Blonde? Don’t care 
140. Summer or Winter? Hmmm I like both but if I had to choose one summer because it’s better for my skin 
141. Night or Day? Day 
142. Favourite month? December 
143. Are you a vegetarian? No but I’m seriously considering it 
144. Dark, milk or white chocolate? I like all three but milk chocolate is great 
145. Tea or Coffee? Tea tea tea
146. Was today a good day?It’s been okay, still at work and I’ve got the doctors later. Have to see if I can have counselling as well. Just in a bit of pain still and tired but all good 
147. Mars or Snickers? Mars
148. What’s your favourite quote? “Growing old is compulsory. Growing up is optional” 
149. Do you believe in ghosts? Not really but I’m open 
150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?