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drxwsyni · 4 years

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Petrified (pt. 9)

Yandere Erasermic x f!Reader

SERIES MASTERLIST

a/n: This part is really short, and honestly not that good. But seeing as this whole series is a mess, not much is new lmao. Thank you to @sawamooora for beta reading ilyyyyy <3 <3 <3

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Warnings: Descriptions of past dubcon, gaslighting.

Waking up, you wished the metaphorical blanket of comfort wasn’t ripped off of you the moment you opened your eyes.

It was an uncomfortable contrast.

While one blanket was ripped off, a real, physically tangible blanket weighed down on not just you, but the two sleeping men who had you sandwiched in between them. Seeing Hizashi on your right, and Shouta on your left was all you needed to be plunged into a dreadful confusion.

Your body hurt. An ache creeped through your spine as you sat up, only to realize you were completely bare. If the pain spreading across your skin wasn’t enough of a clue as to what had ensued less than twelve hours ago, then the evidence marring your body would be.

An intense throbbing radiated from your backside, prompting you to lean over on your elbow. Pulling down the covers, your eyes landed upon the black and blue patterns littering your skin, trailing down to the tops of your thighs. It seemed that both your wrists and hips were adorned with similar bruises, the only difference were those being distinctly fingerprint shaped. No one position completely alleviated the ache.

A sting emanated from your neck and shoulders as you lightly traced over the series of wounds, feeling remnants of bite marks and long scratches. In examining the bedsheets, you were convinced that the patterning of the fabric wasn’t tricking your mind. Little blotches of blood were just barely visible where you once laid.

An indiscernible cloud still hung over your mind, even if it was only slightly there by now. A fog that was muddling your memories, blocking whatever had gone down between you and the men at your sides. Nothing you could recall really felt concrete, at least for now―the possibility of memories returning over time being not all that unlikely. In the present however, the only indicators to tell you what happened were the marks they left behind.

And based on those―you were certain that it was never something you would’ve agreed to.

The morning sunlight was beginning to stream into the room, breaking through the small divides of the curtains. One glance at the alarm clock placed on Shouta’s nightstand told you that it was just over half past five.

On a Sunday morning, neither of them had anything to do. Naturally, the two were still sound asleep. You envied how peaceful they seemed, bathed in morning light, free from worry―a contrast to the nauseating unease you felt.

Becoming more and more horrified by the second, drowning in your thoughts and grasping at what they had done to you, the only one thing that stood out was your need to get the fuck out of there.

As carefully as possible, for fear that one move too harsh would wake one, if not both of the so called heroes, you peeled back the blankets from your battered form. Proceeding to crawl down to the foot of the bed, you gave a glance over your shoulder―just to confirm that the two were still sedated in slumber.

You let out a shaky breath upon confirming that they were, returning to swiftly taking your leave. But in the split second, when a whimper of pain left your lips, body doubling over at the burning enveloping your core as you settled your weight to stand—you were immediately sure their perception as trained heroes would alert them to the noise.

Though still, the steady rise and fall of Shouta’s chest, and the now relaxing sound of Hizashi's light snoring, put your nerves at ease―even if only a little.

Your clothes from last night weren’t in the bedroom, but neither were theirs. In finding a steady trail of frantically discarded articles leading to the living room, you could finally abandon the suffocating atmosphere that was their home. Freedom was the only thing on your mind as you hastily dressed yourself and grabbed your bag from the foyer.

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Hizashi Missed Call (7) 10:48 AM

Hizashi Text Message (16) 10:32 AM

Shouta Missed Call (3) 9:54 AM

Shouta Text Message (5) 8:12 AM

It would seem the shake in your hands would be uncontrollable until the foreseeable future, sighing as your phone lit up once again. Perhaps it wasn’t the wisest idea to disappear with no warning, knowing how the two could be when they weren’t in the know of your every move.

Yet, if they knew just how downright terrified you were to stay until they woke up, maybe they’d understand your unceremonious leave of absence.

Unfortunately, they didn’t. Neither of the heroes seem to be all that knowledgeable of how they affected you, what they did to make you fear them.

For so long you tried to bury that anxiety you felt with them. They crossed the line of innocent concern a long time ago with their intrusiveness. And now, with the marks they left behind, spanning across your body and leaving a searing pain as an unignorable reminder of just who they were under their doting facade―you couldn’t simply disregard what this relationship had turned into.

It was toxic.

The safety they should provide feeling ripped away in their presence.

It was suffocating.

Even when you were alone, there always seemed to be an inescapable weight upon your shoulders, mind guessing as to when you’d see them next.

It took you until now to realize it, until they’d done something you couldn't quite ‘forgive and forget’―but you finally knew their tactics, what they’d been doing all along. They were predatory in every sense of the word, targeting your weaknesses to seek a self satisfying goal.

With each missed call and unread text message, you cursed yourself for not fighting your way out of their grasp before it became nearly inescapable. That, and there was a painful tinge of shame riddling your body with how you’d let them handle you.

Most of last night was all but impossible to recall, but the existing memories told a clear story. They made you feel good, really good. Even in whatever stupor they’d placed you under, it’d be impossible to forget the intense and repeated sensations the two men made you reach.

The thought alone had you nauseous, knowing the circumstances of how you ended up like that.

In any case, the idea at the forefront of your mind was that there’s no time like the present. Especially since you were quite literally adding fuel to the fire by ignoring them. You couldn't change what they’d done to you, but you could change what happened going forward.

It was simple―you never wanted to see the two faux heroes ever again.

Hizashi had been trying to contact you for the better half of the hour. But what really bothered you was how Shouta stopped doing so a while ago―better to know what he was up to than the radio silence that only made the pit in your stomach worse.

Though it wasn’t all that bad―it would be easier to stomach the voice of Hizashi, especially over the phone, given what you were about to tell him.

A new call came through. On the final ring, you answered.

“...―Shou’, I’m not gonna stop till she―”

With the sudden absence of noise, it wouldn’t be hard to believe that the call had ended. Though, silence between the three of you was never short. Never before, and still not now.

“...(Y/n)?”

Your jaw clenched in worry, hearing Hizashi use your first name instead of a not so endearing pet name. Laced with the exhausted sounding disbelief, you could tell even over the phone that he wasn’t doing so good.

Part of you almost forgot to respond, his voice alone bringing you back to last night. When you did, you winced at the unintentional shake which you couldn’t control.

“Y-Yeah, I’m here.”

“Oh, thank god. What―Where did you run off to? Gave us a damn heart attack when you weren’t in the house.”

For someone so physically fit, Hizashi sounded like he just ran a marathon. Although, you suppose given the scare you put him through, the out of breath reaction was understandable.

And relatable, as your heart rate was beginning to pick up, anticipating how they’d soon handle your message.

“I, uh...I went home before you guys woke up…”

You could practically see the perplexed expression on his face, the sound of confusion coating his words.

A small laugh of disbelief came through the speaker. “Well there was no need for that, sweetheart.”

As if your body was trying to expel the extra energy from the adrenaline you were using to have a steady conversation with him, you began mindlessly wandering around your apartment.

“I just didn’t...feel comfortable? N-Not after what happened, I mean―last night shouldn't have happened, at all. So I left.”

The two heroes were back in the living room of their home, where they found your stuff missing in the morning. Shouta’s eyes narrowed at your words, hearing them clearly over the speakerphone. He shared a glance with his partner, the latter seated on the couch and nervously bouncing his leg.

“I’m not so sure I’m following. I don’t wanna embarrass you or anything, knowin’ how shy ya get, but...you were screamin’ our names last night. Don’t see how ya could’ve had a bad time, songbird.”

That detail in particular was one of the many occurrences from then that escaped you. With your memory being in shambles, it was pretty much a ‘he said, she said’ when it came to what happened.

...Pretty much.

The things that did stick, well...you almost wish they didn’t.

While all the fleeting events you knew of didn’t leave a good taste in your mouth, certain details made you sick to your stomach.

“I’ll never get sick of seein’ ya like this, songbird.”

The ones you couldn’t explain, and left far too many possibilities of theoretical context. Most of them being a worst case scenario for you.

“…You saying we should speed things up?”

Or, the ones that could be easy to pass off as playful teasing, if it weren’t for the darker undertones that made your wild imagination run rampant.

And when the things they whispered lowly into your ear became a jumbled mess of inebriated nonsense, you could still rely on memories of their touch. How they held you, early in the night when you weren’t completely lost to both natural and unnatural chemical influences. The sensations of frustration, only met with feelings of being restrained. They way it felt almost practiced, as if they were planning to do whatever they did long before it actually happened.

Unconsciously, you wandered into your bedroom, anxiously pacing all the while. The safety of its familiarity was sedating, to an extent.

You shook your head, trying to figure out how you’d get your concerns across to the two men. “That’s...That’s not the problem. Well it is but―the whole thing was just a bad idea.”

A muffled, irritated sigh could be heard. “No, something must be going on with ya. It’s probably better we talk this out in person, yeah? You home right now, sweetheart?”

In typical Hizashi fashion, he failed to respect your boundaries. You let out your own sigh of annoyance, spinning on your heel to face your bedroom’s window.

“There’s nothing―”

...You were most definitely certain that you closed your window before leaving yesterday.

Forgetting that you were in the middle of a very heated conversation, the hand that was holding your phone to your ear fell slightly. With the one that was free, you pulled the frame closed.

…

And it creaked back open.

The latch was busted.

Deft fingers grazed the metal frame, where it would typically snap shut, and stay shut. While it wasn’t untypical for these kinds of things to break, knowing that your apartment complex wasn’t exactly the newest, the fault didn’t sit right with you.

And, when you set your phone down, using one hand to hold the window closed, the other to keep it in place by fastening the lock, you found that too equally damaged.

...Almost like someone tried to leave out the window, in a hurry at that. Which would explain it being left open, and how the aggressiveness of the action would render the whole thing completely useless.

The sound of your name being called through the speaker brought you back to the main issue at hand. Picking up the phone, you could only continue where you left off.

“There’s nothing else to talk about. Whatever relationship the three of us have...I don’t want to be a part of it anymore.”

You managed to shock yourself with that, not actually believing you had it in you to really put your foot down.

Hearing the radio silence that followed, you knew he was more shocked than you were.

It made you wonder if he was more fucked up on one substance or another than you were last night—the sheer level of denial Hizashi was in over the whole thing.

“...Don’t talk like that, gonna give me another heart attack. Two in one mornin’, that’s awfully cruel, dontcha think?”

You were always one to shy away from confrontation, but now was not the time for that. The chance to cut your ties with them in this moment was as best as you would likely ever get.

“I’m not okay with what this has turned into, Hizashi. Not remotely comfortable, and—“

“Where are you, (y/n).”

...

Shouta’s voice.

“...This isn’t something we should discuss over the phone.”

It shamed you that all Shouta had to do was address you in that low, gravely voice of his, and you were instantly regretting every decision you’d made since picking up the phone. He certainly had an effect on you; no matter how many times you dealt with his tone, you could never quite get used to the sternness.

You swallowed dryly, still eyeing the unnaturally broken window.

“I-I’m not telling you where I am. You need to respect my decision on this…”

But if they couldn’t respect the privacy of your own home, why would they care about your newfound insistence?

...

The thought of the two men being culprits to the property damage popped intrusively into your head. Wildly associating it to be an explanation to the fragments of blissed out proclamations, whatever “seein’ ya like this” meant.

Your grip on the cellphone faltered, a shake seizing your hands.

No, they were heroes.

What purpose would they have breaking into your apartment?

Because if Hizashi was referring to somehow having already seen you in such a compromising position as the one him and his partner coerced you into…

You took a step back from the window.

“It’s not something you have to like, b-but neither of you guys cared about what I wanted last night.” With the slight crack in your voice, you winced knowing they could likely tell how hard it was to be firm in your ways with them, only making their job easier. “You...you went too far―that’s why I’m so upset.”

Shouta’s words, as always, effortlessly sent a pang of anxiety through your system.

“You didn’t know what you wanted last night, we made that decision for you. And judging by how you didn’t exactly try to put up a fight...” The small, almost inaudible chuckle only made his claims tear you apart more. “...I’d say you were more than happy with our decision.”

Never failing to find the exact things to say to shut you up, to put you in your place, Shouta remained confident with where things were going since he took control of the conversation.

You fumbled on your words, not quite sure of what would be the best argument to deny his statement.

“T-That’s―”

“That’s the truth, and you know it.”

I can’t even remember half of what happened last night, is what you wanted to say.

You wanted to scream at him, really. The two of them loved assuming they knew everything―what was best for you―despite the clear evidence that they in fact did not.

Naturally, all you could actually do was run from wherever this conversation was headed. It was obvious you would never reach an agreement with them. All they’d want to do was take, take, take. Make demands like they were in charge of you.

You knew that you’d never be able to get through to them.

And honestly, you didn’t have the energy to even try.

The point of answering their call was to finally end things, and that’s all that was left to do.

“...I don’t care what either of you think, whatever happened last night—I didn’t want it. Just...don’t try to contact me again. Goodbye.”

When you finally pressed the ‘end call’ button, you expected to feel that weight of their unrelenting presence lift off of you.

...It didn’t. But you probably shouldn’t be surprised. It’d take time to calm down, all you really needed to worry about now was returning your life to how it was before meeting the two all those months ago.

Another call came through in seconds, startling you where you still stood in your bedroom. Shaking slightly from lingering nervousness, you hastily declined it, not checking to see who it was from. Fingers flying across the screen, you blocked both Shouta’s and Hizashi’s contacts from your phone, proceeding to delete the existing conversations.

A small step towards getting back to normal.

Just one of many.

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Trying to conceal the slight limp in your step as you walked to work on Monday was both difficult and mortifying, each sharp pain shooting through your abdomen an unwelcome reminder. A cold shiver ran through you, prompting you to shove your hands in your pockets for warmth.

The changing seasons meant you’d have to work on moving around the shop’s layout. Bringing more delicate plants inside, swapping them out for seasonal ones that could handle the chill in the air. A task that you wondered if you would have to complete yourself.

With the days growing shorter, you noted the dusk already settling over the sky, drawing near the start of your 5pm shift. The orange hues dancing in the clouds were certainly a beautiful sight. Your gaze repeatedly found its way back to the sky as you walked down the sidewalk.

The closer you got to work, the more vibrant it seemed.

Strange indeed.You passed it off as the darkening night merely amplifying the remaining light of the setting sun.

Turning down another street, you could hear the approaching sound of sirens. A firetruck soon whipped past and continued down the road, making you shuffle towards the inside of the sidewalk. The piercing noise left an uncomfortable ringing in your ears.

When such an irritating reaction to the blaring never completely faded, you realized that was because it was just more distant sirens, multiple of them, sounding off in the direction you were heading.

You picked up your pace.

With another glance at the sky, you began to see not just the orange hue intensifying, but also a distinct plume of black smoke.

...

...It’s not...it can’t be…

Soon enough, your leisurely walk picked up speed. The ache in your gut from both physical wounds and growing anxiety making you nauseous.

Barely taking precautions to watch where you were going, you focused only on the direction of your shop, and the beacon of light that seemed to be right on top of it. Mindlessly placing one foot in front of the other, feeling like the end of the road before you turned the corner was only growing further away with each step.

The unpleasant smell of something burnt met your senses—faint, but there nonetheless.

You couldn’t lie to yourself, whatever was up ahead, it wasn’t good. But it couldn’t be what you were thinking.

Not your shop.

No. You’d turn the corner, and it would be fine.

The small boutique would be where it always was, nestled in between two buildings, waiting for you to start your shift.

Things would go back to normal, just like you’d planned.

…

The wailing sirens met your ears in full force. A stifling air, unnaturally hot and acrid washed over you, causing you to instinctively clamp a hand over your nose and mouth.

In gradually coming to the worst realization of the night, your free hand braced the brick wall of the building next to you, knees nearly buckling.

Thirty feet away, lighting up the street to be as bright as day, was your workplace completely engulfed in flames.

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fantasticfemmefatale · 4 years

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Cold- Spencer Reid

not my gif

SUMMARY: reader is kinda bad at dealing with cold weather lmao, Spencer is rlly sweet, and everyone is happy for once in their trauma-filled lives. i live for this man. there’s some slight emily x reader if you use a microscope, i guess.

WARNINGS: fluff, canon atypical happiness, there’s this one homophobe in it, they should burn

Cold.

It was cold.

Had you left a window open?

No, the window on your side of the bed was still firmly shut.

Why was it so cold?

You rolled over, on the couch, eyes screwed shut, half desperate for his warmth although you’d promised you’d give him space, after you were nearly on top of him when you two woke up last time.

Oh.

That’s why it was cold.

Sliding out of bed and grabbing your fuzzy robe off the floor, you somehow managed to make it out of the room while only tripping once. You wanted to laugh at him, tell him depressed elephant who? I am graceful after all, loser! However, gloating in his face required having his face nearby.

Where was he?

You thought back to those crappy stories you’d heard from Emily of sleazy guys in bars who’d scramble for a hook up then leave a girl high and dry before sunrise. But he couldn’t do that if you hadn’t hooked up, right? If he was just a friend who’d come knocking at your door at 8:43 for your biweekly movie night, then got stuck at your apartment because of the storm? Although, you wished he was more than a friend.

A sharp hiss resounded from the kitchen, followed by the faucet running, as you padded in.

“Spence?”

His head shot up fast, like a puppy caught dragging trash through the house. He shut off the faucet with his right hand, and reached for a towel to dry his left as he spoke.

“(Y/N). Hi. Hotch called me saying we had a case, and I told him you were here with me so he didn’t need to call you, and I just thought I’d make you coffee before I woke you up,” he explained with a small, tired smile and equally tired eyes.

“Did you burn yourself?” you questioned, remembering the commotion when you’d walked in.

“Uh, yeah.”

You laughed slightly, one of those sharp nose exhales accompanied by a half smile when you just can’t laugh at the moment. Frankly, you were far too exhausted. You took the mug he was holding outstretched towards you with a grateful smile, returning to your room to get dressed. The warm mug contrasted deliciously with the cold air of your apartment. You didn’t need to tell Spencer that he could change in the bathroom if he needed to; he already knew. After the first time you’d been called in to work while Spencer was staying over, you’d developed a system. He brought his go-bag over with him, leaving it next to the door along with his Converse that you always said made him look like he was still 12. He’d bring two extra pairs of clothes to leave at your apartment, one for when you left and another, comfier pair for your return. Then, he’d gather anything he’d left in your apartment and walk down to his own. It was funny, honestly, how his apartment was just three floors down from your own and yet he refused to leave his stuff there. He’d ramble on about how but leaving my stuff at your apartment saves 9 minutes and 27 seconds, and that’s time we could be spending saving lives, and-

You left your room, dressed in black skinny jeans, combat boots, and an army green long sleeve with the sleeves pushed up to your elbows at the same time Spencer exited the bathroom in Converse, brown pants, a vest, and a button-down shirt. No words were spoken as you two grabbed your duffels from where they were sitting near your door, and Spencer grabbed his messenger bag as well, slinging it over his shoulder in the most uncoordinated way possible while simultaneously trying to open your door, resulting in him on the floor with a loud grunt. You laughed, loud and clear, and you grabbed his wrist and helped him to his feet, opening the door and locking it securely behind you.

The bullpen was colder than your apartment had been, you thought with a shiver as you walked in, with Spencer falling into step behind you. Still slightly groggy and nursing the coffee from Spencer- which you’d transferred to an insulated water bottle prior to leaving- you stayed quiet through Penelope’s run-down of the case and Hotch’s typical wheels up in 30.

On the plane, you sat on the couch with Spencer, careful to leave an inch between you two. In the two years you’d known each other, he’d warmed up enough that you could touch him some, but you tried not to do anything more than the occasional hug or shoulder pat when the time called for it. Right now, nothing was calling except sleep. Just by looking outside the window, you swore you could practically feel the frigid night air of Wisconsin, the lovely location of today’s deranged criminal, a kidnapper. When you voiced your feelings about the cold to Spencer, he spewed facts from who-knows-where about different places the air could possibly get into the plane, meaning you weren’t just making up the feeling. You listened attentively, knowing how much it meant to him when he didn’t get cut off for once. After all, he just wanted to help.

The plane landed, and you were the first one out.

Cold.

It was cold.

And you forgot a jacket, idiot.

Morgan chuckled as he passed by you, clad in a t-shirt, no less, saying, “Cold, baby?”

“As if.”

You were in an interrogation room.

It was less cold than the rest of the precinct, but still chilly.

The woman in front of you, a blond, small thing, looked to be no less than 20. And yet, she was kidnapping the children she babysat for after their parents returned, then trying to pass them off as her own. She was kidnapping the children of same-sex couples, a religious fanatic who believed that being anything but straight was worse than murder. Wow.

Screw homophobes.

Honestly, the case had wrapped itself up fairly well, complete with a glittery red bow, once Penelope- thank god- had figured out that each family had used the same babysitter at least once. Rebecca Umbrige. To be fair, the team had spent a while focusing on the same-sex couples aspect of it, only to change paths after all that turned up from that was dead ends. Then Rebecca came into the picture and brought everything together nicely.

With that red bow, of course.

Still, one more thing was needed.

A confession.

Emily was in the interrogation room with you, watching as you took the lead. You were hoping to get something out of her through subtle hints at attraction between you two, and it worked, eventually.

All it took was holding Emily’s hand. Sad.

Emily laughed as Rebecca was dragged out of the room in handcuffs, earning her a stern look from Hotch when the two of you left as well.

Ugh, why did the rest of the precinct have to be so cold?

The plane ride home was uneventful, and so was leaving the bullpen after the last of the paperwork was finished, just before midnight three days after you’d left. Until, at least, Spencer jogged up to you, brown curls waving wildly in the D.C. wind, asking, “Wanna go out?”

“Like a date?” you asked, incredulous. If it was a date though, you wouldn’t be upset. You’d had a not-so-small and not-so-sneaky crush on him for almost the entire time you’d known him.

He stopped suddenly, speaking so fast it was a miracle he could get the words out at all.

“Slow down, Spence.”

“I just meant, maybe we could go get hot chocolate, or coffee, or whatever, and then just walk around D.C. or something? I don’t think I can sleep right now,” he blurted, brown doe eyes watching you expectantly in that way that made your heart flutter.

“I’m cold”, you said, almost pouting like a child.

He laughed for a second at that. “We can stop by your apartment first and change if you want.”

26 minutes later, according to Spencer, the two of you arrived at the doorstep of a slightly shady 24-hour coffee shop that Waze had been all too happy to lead you to. After getting some surprisingly good lattes, you two wandered aimlessly around D.C., occasionally bumping shoulders from how close you were. He’d tell you the history behind different buildings and monuments you passed, and you’d interrupt every few minutes because oH MY GOD SPENCE THAT HOUSE LOOKS LIKE A FACE!, or, LOOK THAT CLOUD LOOKS LIKE A BUTT!

Spencer laughed every time you got distracted, letting his eyes linger just a few seconds too long on your face when it lit up like a kid’s on Christmas, wanting to commit your face without stress, or fear, or anger to memory. Moments like these didn’t come often in your line of work.

When you realized it was starting to snow, Spencer swore he’d never seen you look this stunning, bundled up in one of his sweaters that you’d stolen months ago, with rosy cheeks and a red nose to match, eyes glimmering with excitement and lips spread wide in a smile and you spun around, eyes on the sparkling sky above.

Eventually, he said, “(Y/N)?” in a voice barely above a whisper.

Your head whipped around, and you stopped suddenly, all your attention focused on Spencer, something that never failed to make him feel cared for. “Yeah?”

He didn’t answer, instead slowly reaching out to hug you, the first physical contact between you he’d ever initiated. His arms around your waist were uncertain, and he haltingly rested his head on your shoulder, thankful you couldn’t see him grinning like an idiot. As soon as you hugged back, he pulled you in closer in a bone-crushing hug that you could’ve sworn made time stop.

“(Y/N)?” he mumbled against your skin.

“Yeah?”

“I know I said this wasn’t a date, but if you wanted it to be one, maybe it could be one?”

“I’d like that, Spencer.”

Cold.

It was cold.

But with Spencer holding onto you like there was no tomorrow, you were much, much warmer.

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rogershoe · 4 years

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Lights, Camera, Action

Part One

Masterlist

Summary: You’re a production assistant on the set of Cursed. The night before your first day at work, you opened your laptop to shockingly realise you’d be working with Daniel Sharman (and a plethora of other amazing actors), someone you’d been watching on screen since you were a teenager. You kept your expectations low, the PAs rarely got to interact with the talent…what was your chance?

Word Count: 2.5k

Tag list: @sxperncturalimpala67 @mrsaaronkeener @tinygardensoul @disasterday @5am-cigarette @lancelotapricot @demoiselle-en-detresse00 @slytherlight @18somethingpsyche @ceruleanmusings @glxctt @cavillxhenry @lovelyapplessss @hereagainsstuff @linkpk88 @aliceperdida @weeping-redemption @magicalsaladnacho

(I’m so sorry, tumblr isn’t letting me properly tag some of these accounts ;(

Warnings: Age gap between reader and Daniel, slow burn? (Don’t know if that should be a warning haha)

Notes: I didn’t specify the reader’s age since I wasn’t sure what you guys would be comfortable with ;) Plzz lmk what the maximum age gap is that you all would be okay with or I’ll just decide on one myself haha (also lmk if you’d like to be in the tag list!!). This is my first Daniel x reader fic so plz leave ideas and suggestions! (I myself am not actually sure where exactly this fic is going lmao). Tysm for reading!!

p.s Huey Kerrigan is the actual name of one of the second assistant directors of Cursed :)

Sunday, January 6th 2019

10:16 pm

You opened your laptop nervously, your leg bouncing against your couch. It was your last night as a jobless woman and that both excited and scared you. You opened your email, scanning your mail quickly before your eyes landed on “Call Sheet”. You clicked on the email and saw that there were two documents attached. The second was labelled “Cast List”. Your eyes widened when you realised you would be finding out who you were working with tonight. Not tomorrow. Not at work. Tonight.

You forgot about the call sheet and quickly clicked on the one about the cast. As your eyes scanned the list, you gasped audibly as a name caught your attention.

“Daniel Sharman”

Daniel Sharman? The Daniel Sharman? The one you had been practically in love with when you were 17? (Not anymore of course).

Your heart beat faster as you scanned the rest of the list….”Katherine Langford”…….”Gustaf Skarsgard”..those were the only other two names you recognised so far. Now you couldn’t wait to get to work. You were even more eager but also increasingly anxious to wake up tomorrow. Would you even get to see the actors? If you did, would you be able to meet them? You had so many questions but no one to answer them. Trying to push all of the increasingly complicated thoughts out of your mind, you closed your laptop and got up off the couch to head into your room. You lived alone in your flat, full of piles of DVDs in a corner, two worn out but comfy couches, and your greatest purchase to this day….a large flat screen TV. You wouldn’t call your flat small, it was just…cozy. You looked around at the space admiringly before entering your bedroom and closing the door behind you

Monday, January 7th 2019

4:15 am

You woke up with a jolt, breathing heavily. You looked around for your phone grabbing it and swiping across the screen to turn your alarm off. You closed your eyes and laid down, breathing deeply.

The day was finally here. Your first day on set. You had to admit that by now most of the excitedness had been replaced with anxious thoughts. You attempted to ignore them as you opened your phone again to check your messages etc. Nope, nothing interesting.

At 4:25 you finally decided to muster up all the strength you had to pull yourself out of bed. You had to be at work by 5:30 meaning you should leave around 5:10.

You sat at the edge of your bed, rubbing your eyes. You hoped you wouldn’t fall asleep on set….you wouldn’t be surprised if you did.

You got up and walked into your bathroom. You looked into the mirror and immediately looked away. Waking up at 4:00 had only made your eye bags more prominent. Your hair was disheveled and eyes crusty. You tried not to look at yourself again until after you were dressed. You freshened up, washed your face, brushed your teeth etc before going back in your room to wear your clothes.

You had had an outfit ready since last week. They had told you to wear comfortable clothing and comfortable shoes. The most comfortable thing you had were sweatpants but you knew they didn’t mean those so instead you settled for a pair of your most comfortable jeans and a plain black t-shirt.

You changed and then went to your dresser. After some concealer, mascara, and tinted lip balm..you looked a bit more presentable. You could’ve gone completely barefaced but it was your first day and you wanted to look good.

The nerves could’ve killed you at this point. It was exactly 5:05 when you grabbed the call sheet you had printed this morning, your phone, your keys, and headed out of your apartment. You rode down the elevator and arrived at your car, a second hand red Fiat.

You fumbled with your keys before pressing a button and unlocking your car. You sat in the front seat and started the engine,

5:28 am

You pulled into the parking lot of the studio and parked your car in the “crew” area. You hoped this wasn’t the director’s spot or anyone else’s for that matter. As a production assistant, you were right at the bottom of the film crew ladder and answerable to any and everyone on set. Although that thought scared you, you were completely new so hopefully they would cut you some slack.

A week ago when you had gotten a call from the second assistant director (AD), he had told you to come into the building and find him. From there he would tell you what to do.

You walked around to the back of the building where there were six or seven people walking around with headsets, setting up chairs and tables. There were also several trailers set up in the parking lot, no doubt some for the actors. You nervously went up to one of them,

“Hi, where could I find the second assistant director?” you asked

“You’re new?” he replied ignoring your question.

“Yeah” you said smiling slightly

“PA I’m guessing?” he said and you nodded

“He’s in the studio, ask any of the crew inside, they’ll know” he said and smiled, opening a chair.

“Thanks” you said and quickly walked inside through the back door.

Inside it was exactly like what you had imagined. People bustling around, many sporting walkie talkies and headsets. Some held papers, some were talking to each other. You stood in a hallway lined with grey walls. As you walked through the halls you came upon what you guessed was the main studio. It was huge, you could barely see the roof through all of the lighting fixtures. There were multiple props on set but you could tell that the set hadn’t been completely set up yet. This wasn’t the only studio though of course. Judging by the size of the building, there were probably multiple sets. You were in awe for a few moments before realising you had to find the AD. You went up to someone who was setting up water bottles on a long white table.

“Hey, would you happen to know where the second AD is?” you asked

She looked over her shoulder, her short blonde hair tied into a small bun at the back of her head,

“Yeah he’s right over there”, she pointed towards a man who was holding a clipboard and also wore a headset. He had black hair and glasses and looked to be about in his 40s.

You smiled gratefully at her before turning around and walking towards the man. He was looking at his clipboard intently, chewing on his black pen. Your heart beat faster, you hoped he was the right guy. You walked up to him, keeping your distance..not wanting to disturb his thought process.

“Hi I’m Y/N’ you said quickly, waiting for his response. It didn’t come. After a few seconds he looked up at you and put his pen in his pocket.

“PA right?” he asked unconcerned.

“Yes” you said letting out a breath, at least he remembered you.

“I’m Huey Kerrigan”, he suddenly started past you, towards the hallway. You followed him not knowing what else to do. He pointed at the large white table the girl was setting bottles of water on,

“This is the snacks table, you’ll have to set it up in the morning and also restock it throughout the day”

“Got it” you said quickly, not wanting to seem like you were ignoring him

He walked in front of you passing through the hallway and swerving around the many other members of the crew. He walked through the back door you had just passed through a few minutes ago into the cool fresh air. You took a deep breath and followed him to what looked like a charging station beside the tall concrete walls of the studio.

“These are the batteries, aka hot and cold bricks” he pointed to two crates and a table on which there were multiple charging batteries. The “station” was covered by a large white canopy.

“Hot bricks are charged batteries and you must have one on you the entire time in case a crew member needs it. They’ll give you their dead battery aka a cold brick and you bring it here to charge” you were silent for a few seconds trying to process what he had just told you.

“Got it?” he asked

“Yeah…got it” you stuttered smiling nervously

He continued walking and took you right to where all the trailers were parked.

“This is the basecamp,” he said, waving his hand towards all the trailers.

“All the actors’ trailers, the hair and makeup trailers, they’re all here”

You felt a jolt of excitement before remembering to reply, “Okay, cool”

He nodded and continued walking throughout the several trailers, there had to be at least forty. You also scanned your eyes over the area, hoping to maybe get a glimpse of the actors or their trailers.

As if he read your mind he said, “The talent isn’t here yet. They arrive around 6:20 am, get their hair and makeup done and start shooting around 8:30 am….of course this all depends on the day”

You nodded, making sure he saw you.

For the next 20 minutes he showed you around the basecamp and exactly where the makeup and hair trailers were. He also told you about how you never talked to the talent unless you had something to tell them, they had to be somewhere, or if they talked to you. You couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed, you weren’t surprised but had still hoped you’d get a small chance to maybe have a chat with the actors.

When you went back inside you saw that the studio had completely transformed. There was one set which looked to be a room with three or four beds and wooden features. Another set opposite that was of what looked to be a marble room with shelves and a white bed. It all looked so realistic that if you were in the set area you wouldn’t have even realized you were in a studio.

“We’re shooting a scene today from episode three, these sets” he waved towards the area, “are from scenes taking place in an abbey”

He stuck a hand down his pocket, wiggling his fingers about before removing it holding a crumpled paper.

“This is the main cast in these scenes,” he said, handing it to me. I nodded quickly grabbing and unfolding the sheet.

Main cast list for abbey scenes

Katherine Langford

Peter Mullen

Daniel Sharman

Shalom Brune-Franklin

Emily Coates

Sophie Harkness

Caroline Lee Johnson

Gabriel Akuwudike

Your heart leapt inside of you when you realised you’d get to see all these actors today.

“You’re green so you won’t be needing the list today” he continued and you looked up from the paper, “but in a few days, you will”

You guessed green meant someone who was new.

He walked further into the studio, to the large snacks table and handed you four bottles of water. “You first task” he said smiling, “take these to the grips over there”. He pointed to four men on ladders adjusting the lighting above the wooden room set.

“Okay sure” you said grinning, happy you could start working.

“And then go over to the team of PAs and ask what else you can help with”

Before you could reply, he abruptly walked away and out of your sight. You took a deep breath and walked over to the set where the “grips” were. The set was amazing, the sheer detail of the beds and the door and the walls and the small trunks at the end of each bed were unbelievable. You took a few seconds to admire it before trotting over to the three men and one girl. You looked at your watch, it was 6:11 am.

“Yeah, just screw it a bit tighter” one guy said squinting at the light fixture from the ground.

A man on the ladder moved his hand, adjusting the light bulb.

“Hey, I got you guys some water” you said, hopeful they heard you

The girl grabbed the four bottles from you without a word handing one to the man beside her and putting the other two on the ground next to the ladder which the two men were currently on. She wore glasses and had long brown hair held back by a hairband.

“Thanks” she said glancing quickly at you and then getting back to work.

You smiled slightly, remembering that you really were on the very last rung of the ladder of crew members.

You walked away from the set and towards the snacks table, thinking of what to do next. You decided that you should go get a hot brick since that was something Huey said you should have on you at all times. After that you could come back inside and find the rest of the PAs.

You headed outside, having to be careful and not bump into anyone in the hallway. The fresh air was welcome after the several people brushing past you inside. You walked over to the canopy covered area to get a “hot brick”. You knelt down placing one knee on the ground to steady yourself. Before looking through the crate, you decided to tie your hair up since you saw that almost everyone on set had their hair somehow kept away from their face. As you were pulling your hair back, you saw a black car pull into the parking lot, a few spaces away from the crew parking. Your heart beat a bit faster as you tied your hair tie around your hair. Could it be…?

Although you knew getting starstruck was the worst thing that could happen to you as a PA, you couldn’t help but stay there as you tightened your hair, not wanting to remove your eyes from the car. It pulled into a parking space and you saw a man step out. As he locked the car and started walking towards the basecamp you realised it was exactly who you thought it was.

Daniel fucking Sharman.

Now your heart was beating fast, threatening to leap out of your chest. He was wearing a grey shirt, jeans and sunglasses and was walking towards one of the trailers, probably his. He was far from you but still, his eye caught yours as he turned his head towards the battery station. Your cheeks heated up and you looked away quickly, mentally slapping yourself. You had practically been ogling your eyes at him..and he had seen you. You knew he knew that you were looking at him. After a few seconds, you pulled yourself together, looked back in his direction and saw that he was entering his trailer his head facing forward again…the the door closed behind him and you let out a deep breath.

You scolded yourself..you couldn’t get this starstruck whenever you saw him or any of the other actors..they were human after all not some sort of gods. You turned towards the crates and grabbed a charged battery, putting it into your jeans’ back pocket. Although you tried to convince yourself that he didn’t have any effect on you, you couldn’t help but be delighted about your luck that you would be working with him out of all the other actors in the world.

Plz plz plzzz comment how you liked this first part! I need some feedback 😂😭

Part two

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emcon-imagines · 3 years

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also, i guess this is for telling you *our* most paranormal experience, but because I don't have any: 🌒 what's *your* most paranormal experience? I love paranormal stories a lot, so don't hold back.

OMG ok Clara I have to admit I’ve had a lot of paranormal experiences since I was a kid so I’m going to keep it as brief as possible but...

I grew up living right by the most haunted woods I’ve ever known in my life. My house abutted them and those woods and another set of woods covered a lot of our town/neighborhood. We liked to play in there, building forts, hiding from the older kids, sometimes using it as a cut-home from the middle school when it was getting dark.

When I was six, I was walking my dog by the woods, a little after dark, when my dog stopped walking and started sniffing the air before going completely stiff and staring into the dark. So I turned and saw the silhouette of this massive skinny creature standing on two legs and we STARED at each other for a good moment before it took OFF and I grabbed my dog and ran all the way back to my house. I thought it could be a deer on two legs, but the proportions were all off, and the head shape was all off. Also, I don’t recall it running away on four legs. The eyes were fuckin weird too. Ever since I’ve just referred to it as “the shapeshifter” and it’s the reason why if I’m hanging around those woods late at night, I still don’t like to look too closely into the dark or shine a flashlight in, because I’m afraid of what I’ll see haha

Umm and then when we were like 12 we were playing in the snow behind my neighbor’s house one evening when we saw these two lights in the woods. So, of course, we ran, until the lights emerged from the woods and we saw they were flashlights being carried by two little kids (maybe 5 and 7 y/o?). They were dressed in like winter clothes like from A Christmas Story haha. Anyways, we asked them “where did you come from? where are your parents?” and they said NOTHING and eventually turned around and walked back into the woods, their lights just kind of disappearing.

My roommate just told me “wait tell them about the deaths” and I really don’t wanna get into those, but we have it on good faith that those woods were cursed, both the woods themselves and the people who spent too long in them. I remember coming home from school to see police cars everywhere and a bunch of K-9s and they ended up finding a body where we would play. The other major one is too recent and I can’t get into it but one of the guys that used to be A Character in all of our childhood adventures made national headlines a few years ago for what he did.

There was also a haunted farmhouse near us (it was like two hundred years old) and when the original owner died, no one moved in, so it’s been sitting abandoned for the last 10 years. We used to sneak in there and explore, especially dare each other to go down to the basement, which had this like... face on the wall? In white? It was like the wall decayed Just So and it freaked us out that it sent us running out of the basement one time. When we played manhunt in the summer, hiding in that house/under the porch was a PRIME location because not many other kids wanted to go NEAR the place. Sometimes, at night, we’d see smoke coming out of the chimney, and there was a face we’d see in the window on the right of the front door. Looked like those masks that the death eaters wore in the Harry Potter movies. That house gives me the willies man.

Weird shit used to happen in those woods. We’d build a fort using massive logs it took all of us to raise and set up, and the next day it would be completely disassembled, all the logs in a neat pile. You’d always hear strange noises, and have the feeling that you were being watched, especially the closer it got to dark (we bailed the minute the sun started to go down). It was also a prime spot for partying teens and was a drop spot for drug dealers, so we had a LOT of odd encounters with people in there.

There were always strange lights in those woods. and OMG I just remembered the black helicopter that used to circle sometimes and would freak out my mom (now THAT’S some Stranger Things shit)

umm God one time we were playing and encountered these two pasty white guys who looked identical and were both bald and they stared us down from their car and we were like ??? hello????

OH MY GOD I FORGOT THIS ONE but we had this legend of a guy we called “Flashlight Jimmy” and the legends said that you would see him riding a bike around at night with a flashlight and if he got close to you, he’d ask to look down your throat and wouldn’t take no for an answer. We even had a game called “Flashlight Jimmy Tag” which was like flashlight tag but with the added local flair. so one night we were playing and my brother and I got chased by someone with a flashlight so we ran into our neighbor’s house which was deemed the “base” and everyone was sitting there watching a movie and it turns out we MISSED THE GAME ENDING SO WHO THE FUCK CHASED US

other general paranormal (non-woods related things)

the DREAMS we used to have the most WACK dreams (me especially, that could be a whole ‘nother post) but my brother and I shared the same dream in the same night once or twice. apparently, I used to scare people because I’d have these things they called “spells”? where I would wake up in the middle of the night and act possessed, (like screaming and making faces and shit and then not remember it in the morning LMAO)

I’ve stayed in several haunted houses? One was a house with no service and no clocks and an attic door in my room that opened during the night and the creepiest portrait of this fancy lady on the stairs. another I fondly call the “Jesus house” because my first night there I was going to bed and then realized the owners had crucifixes EVERYWHERE like every decoration had some like hidden Jesus motif.

I saw a UFO with my grandmother when I was ten? Bright, bright ball of light in the sky, we thought it was a helicopter but when we got outside it was completely silent, so we thought it was a really close meteor but then it made a right turn

Lots of paranormal stories were called into my old radio show, some of those definitely had me on my toes when I walked home after my show that night phew

anyways I know there are definitely more but those are all the ones I can think of off the top of my head? ahfakjdhf as you can see I LOVE talking paranormal shit

fireside chat to celebrate 700!

#etalks #musicallisto

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heyyyharry · 5 years

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Harry suggests they watch Fifty Shades of Grey together

(a blurb from the Flatmate Series / pre-relationship)

Word count: 2.6k

Warning: heavy sexual tension and mention of smut, but also a lot of fluff.

Yes, I had to rewatch the film and fast-forward to the sex scenes to write in such details lmao. This is my favourite flatmate blurb at the moment 😂

“Let’s watch Fifty Shades of Grey tonight.”

Y/N widened her eyes at Harry. She thought he was joking, but as he entered the title onto Netflix, she snatched the remote from his hand immediately.

“It’s my turn to pick the movie,” she said, making him scoff.

“No, it’s my turn. You picked the movie for two weeks in a row because last week I couldn’t decide between Coraline and Corpse Bride, remember?”

Y/N huffed as she gave the remote back to him. She wasn’t into the idea at all, but she was curious to know why he insisted on picking this one and not one of those ‘everyone’s favourite’ movies that he would normally pick.

“Harry.”

“What?”

“Isn’t this movie about sex?” Y/N muttered as her cheeks turned pink. Fortunately, her flatmate was looking at the screen.

“Yeah.” He shrugged. “It’s not like porn though. Don’t worry.”

“Have you watched it before?”

“No, but everyone says it’s bad.”

“Then why do you wanna watch it? Let’s put on something good! Something with Timothée Chalamet!”

“I’m tired of Timothée Chalamet!”

“No one is tired of Timothée Chalamet! You suck!”

Harry stopped before he was about to press play and turned to her, raising his eyebrows. “Well, you can watch your Timmy when you’re alone. Tonight we’re watching this terrible movie for a change. It’s gonna be fun.”

Y/N tossed her head back as she groaned. “You’re making me watch this because I said no to watching porn with you!”

“Not true! Don’t disrespect porn like that!” He scoffed. “Porn makes you horny, this will be like a nice little comedy. I mean, the books are shit on paper, this should be worse.”

“You’ve read the books?”

“I’ve read one chapter. I was a curious horny teenager, don’t judge me.”

“All right then.” She sighed and let him press play. “If it gets weird, we’re turning it off.”

The movie turned out to be more entertaining than they had expected, especially when they had unintentionally started a competition to see who could point out more mistakes. Harry was definitely winning, but Y/N didn’t mind. She was in hysterics as he kept throwing in random comments about every single scene.

“Why does she keep biting her lip? What’s wrong with her lip?”

“Did he fucking track her phone?! This guy’s a stalker!”

“Never get too drunk when you go out, Y/N. I don’t want you to end up in some creep’s...sex dungeon!”

But when came the first sex scene, Harry was as quiet as a mouse. He had expected it to be ridiculously unrealistic like the whole idea of the story, but this scene was actually kind of...hot?

Y/N didn’t even notice his sudden silence. Her eyes were fixed on the screen and he had to steal a glance at her when Christian laid a naked Ana down on the bed and started eating her out.

Y/N was nibbling on her lip. Even though she didn’t show much from her facial expression, seeing the way she switched to a different sitting position with her legs crossed, Harry assumed the scene was doing something to her too. For some reason, watching two characters fucking turned him on less than watching his flatmate squirming because of it.

He assumed this would have been fun to watch with his friends, but was definitely a terrible choice for a movie night with his crush. Now he couldn’t help but imagine himself making love to her like that. It must have been a long time since she slept with someone. If only he could show her what she’d been missing and made her feel so good she wouldn’t wish to be with anyone else. Even that stupid actor Timothée Chalamet.

“That was...something.” Y/N released a sharp breath once the scene was over and turned to smile at Harry.

He smiled back, wanting to throw in a joke to clear the tension but his mind was completely blank at this point. They were only forty-five minutes in. He wasn’t sure if he could get through two hours without at least an erection. God, he was so fucking screwed.

“She’s got a nice little butt,” Y/N said as the actress stood fully naked with her back to the mirror. He supposed she wanted to make this less awkward for them, but now he couldn’t stop thinking about her butt.

“You’ve got a nice butt too.” He nudged her with his shoulder and she slapped him on the arm.

“You’ve never seen my butt!” Then her mouth fell open. “Have you?!”

“No! It was just a guess!” I wish I had though, he thought as Y/N pushed his face away and looked back at the screen.

The next sex scene came right after. Harry almost cursed out loud when Christian tied Ana’s wrists together with a tie, thank God the mum showed up and interrupted the couple before they fucked again. Y/N burst out laughing, and he did too, but out of relief.

He prayed his dick would just stay calm until the credits started rolling. If only it wasn’t so fucking sensitive! Look what you’ve done to yourself, dumbass. You should’ve gone with Timothée Chalamet.

“Who wrote these dialogues? Oh my god!” Y/N giggled as the characters started talking again.

“If you agree to do this, you’re gonna want your own room.”

“Why? Because I’ll be your sex slave?”

“Take me as your sex slave, Christian. I want a bigger room!” Harry joked, making Y/N guffaw as she put her head on his shoulder.

Harry’s laughter died down as his limbs went stiff. He didn’t want to move, afraid that she might pull away and he might never have another moment like this.

“Which one is yours?” Ana asked as she and Christian walked into his garage.

“All of them,” the guy answered, making Harry cackle.

“That’s gonna be me one day,” he said and nodded his head towards the screen. “I’m gonna be a sexy boss who owns ten expensive cars and a place like that. Minus the sex dungeon, of course.”

“I could see you having a sex dungeon though.”

“I already have one.” He turned around and pointed to his bedroom. “Wanna see it after the movie?”

The joke got him a smack on the leg as Y/N shot him a glare. “Anyway,” she breathed. “If you’re gonna be that rich, at least give me a ride in one of your expensive cars.”

“Would I still be hanging out with you then?” He playfully arched an eyebrow, making her laugh softly.

“Oh, you would beg to hang out with me,” she said with her head still on his shoulder. At this point, neither of them was paying attention to the movie.

“Wanna hear how I imagine our future?”

Harry pursed his lips as he gave a nod. “Sure, tell me.”

“Okay.” She jolted right up and turned to face him, putting her elbow on the backrest and her head against her knuckles. “It’s ten years from now, yeah? Say you’re a CEO living in a big mansion. You’ve got everything you’ve ever wanted, but you are so lonely because you don’t wanna fall in love and settle down.”

Harry rolled his eyes, laughing slightly as she gripped his shoulder to make sure he was still listening.

“One day, while walking around your rose garden, you start thinking about the good old days when you were in college and shared a flat with a lovely girl. Oh, where is she now? you wonder. So you hire a spy to look for me and find out I’m living in the suburbs with a husband, two kids and a puppy...or a cat.”

“Boringggg.”

“Shut up!”

“Do go on though. What happens next?” he asked, putting his hand on her knee.

Smiling, she went on, “you decide to come visit me on a beautiful Sunday. I open the door and I’m so surprised to see you. ‘Hey, do you remember the night we decided to watch that awful sex movie,’ asks lonely thirty-year-old Harry. ‘How could I forget? I’ve been having nightmares since,’ says beautiful married Y/N.”

Harry tossed his head back and laughed as Y/N tried to hold it in so she could finish her story.

“Then you say to me, ‘that night, you told me to give you a ride in one of my expensive cars if I ever got rich. So would you like to go somewhere with me on this fine Sunday morning?’ , ‘Oh, I really want to,’ I say to you, ‘but my husband would be jealous so I have to turn you down.’ Then we say goodbye and I close the door, leaving you standing outside for a long moment. You walk back to your expensive car as it starts raining, and suddenly, you feel sad.”

“Sad?”

“Yeah. Because you have finally realised that, you’ve been in love with me this whole time!” Y/N exclaimed as she grabbed his shoulders. “Unfortunately, it’s already too late because I’m now happy with my husband, two children, and a dog...or a cat. The end!”

When Harry said nothing, she lightly elbowed him. He looked down as she looked up, her cheek pressing against his shoulder as she gave him a pout. “No applause?”

“Your story sucks,” he said, smirking as she puckered up her lips and turned back to the TV.

“Oh no, we forgot to pause!” she said.

“Well, we already know what’s gonna happen so I don’t think we’ve missed much.”

“You’re probably right.”

As she continued watching the movie, he was watching her. Thanks to her stupid story, now he had to worry about his future ten years from now. How could he compete with her husband, two children and a dog, or a cat?! And the nice vision with ten cars and the big mansion didn’t sound so nice anymore since he knew for sure she wouldn’t be in it. His heart already broke for thirty-year-old Harry.

Maybe he would stay up all night to blame himself for what was yet to happen. But now he had a bigger problem to deal with.

As they reached the final sex scene, Harry was embarrassingly and painfully hard. Thank God for the pillow that sat conveniently right beside him. He put it on his lap to hide his hardon while already thinking about jerking off in the shower once this movie had ended.

He reluctantly checked on Y/N. She was sitting so still, but he could see right through her neutral expression that she desperately wanted to touch herself. After a moment, she started rubbing her thighs together, and Harry’s jaw went slack as he suddenly forgot how to breathe.

Fuck, this is better than porn. I’m going to hell, he thought while stroking his thigh with one hand, the other still resting on her leg.

He wasn’t sure if he was so horny his mind was playing tricks on him or her skin was really burning under her pyjamas. He could feel it, and now he was too awkward to remove his hand from her leg. He kept watching her face as the moaning and the music from the movie turned his face scarlet. When she pressed her lips together, he couldn’t help it anymore.

“To be honest,” he spoke with a voice full of breath, “I’ve always wondered if this was the kind of content you’d masturbate to, since...since you don’t watch porn.”

Y/N swallowed hard but she didn’t seem offended at all. Her eyelids fluttered as she gave him a bashful smile. “I...do watch porn.”

“Oh?” Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Yeah, I’ve just...never had an orgasm by myself…”

Holy shit. Harry’s mouth fell open as he gripped his knee. He hoped he wasn’t being too obvious? Shit, was he being too obvious?

He swallowed hard, fixing the pillow on his lap and slightly grinding his hips against it to get some friction on his crotch area. His head fell back to the backrest of the couch as Y/N pulled away and did the same. They were looking at each other, their faces so close Harry couldn’t focus on anything else.

Half of him wanted to excuse himself and went to the bathroom to jerk off, the other half wanted to stay and finish the movie with her. This was the most intimate moment they had ever shared and he certainly couldn’t let it go to waste.

“You okay?” she asked and he gave a nod, licking his lip.

“Not gonna lie, these sex scenes got me quite worked up.”

“Oh…” Y/N chewed on the corner of her mouth as she shifted around a bit. “Um...are you…you know...”

“No, am I what?” He smirked. Of course he knew what her question would be. He was a bit embarrassed that she could already tell from looking at his face, still he had to hear her say it.

“Y-You…” she stuttered, “you know what.”

“No, Y/N, I’m afraid I don’t.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, and with a bit of hesitation, pointed to his lap. “That.”

“That? What’s that?” He sounded amused. “I don’t get it. Care to elaborate?”

“Forget it.” She waved him off. But did she really think he would let her get away with this?

“You want to know if I’m hard?”

The question made Y/N groan as she buried her face into her palms. She didn’t deny or confirm it, but he already knew he was right.

“You’re wet, aren’t you?”

“Stop!”

“Y/N.”

“What?” She huffed as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her hands away from her face. She gave him only one quick glance before looking back at the screen, but he knew she was too flustered to continue watching.

“Promise me you’ll try tonight,” he blurted, unsure why he’d said it, but he didn’t regret it for the look on her face was priceless.

“Try what?”

“Make yourself come.”

Y/N gripped the hem of her shirt, her eyes went round. “Stop messing with me. It’s not funny anymore!”

“I’m serious. Promise me you’ll try,” his voice was low and heavy as if he was out of breath. “Don’t think too much. Just...get yourself wet and feel it out, love. You should know your body better than anyone, right?”

Y/N was quiet for a moment, which made Harry think he might have crossed the line and she would definitely get mad at him. But then she shifted her eyes to her lap and finally gave a nod.

“Yeah?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she softly confirmed. That one word alone could make him bust his nuts right on that couch. He was glad it didn’t happen, still, he wished he could tell her what she was doing to him.

As soon as the credits started to scroll, Y/N turned off the TV, wished him goodnight and fled straight to her room like a scared little deer.

Harry heaved a sigh of relief. He got up, turned the lights off and hurried to the shower to take care of his big problem. He didn’t know if she kept her promise and touched herself before going to bed, but he assumed that she did, and came so hard to those filthy thoughts that his legs felt like jelly once it was over.

As he rested his forehead against the shower wall and let the warm water run down his back, he shut his eyes and told himself to stick to PG movies from now on.

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liberolove · 4 years

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Our Great Perhaps

Pairing: Nishinoya x reader

Summary: You two have been dating for about 3 years. You met him in your first semester of college, and you two have been pretty strong. Now, however, taking into account each of your career paths has brought up issues. Maybe, it wasn’t meant to be.

Genre: crack, angst, college au (first part)

Warnings: cussing

Part Two || Part One: here

The drive back to your house was casual and friendly, but you could definitely sense a bit of tension.

He dropped you off and left. As soon as you were inside your home, you immediately burst out into tears.

There was no way he was waiting. Especially not for you. He needed a shot at love. You weren’t there, but she was. He’s probably happier now, too.

You curled up into bed and fell asleep from the exhaustion of crying so much.

~~~~~~~

Your first week back home flew by quickly. The new branch was getting along nicely, and everything was running smoothly. Your friends would drop by from time to time, asking about the latest details of your love life. That’s when you mentioned to them whom you had bumped into earlier that week.

“Oh my gosh!” “How’d it go!?” “Do you still have feelings for him?” “He has a girlfriend, now, by the way. They’ve only been dating for about 5 months now.”

The barrage of questions was overwhelming, but you got to each of them. And you were heavily interested in his new girlfriend. Just how much did your friends know about her?

“She’s a nurse, so she’s always busy. She met Nishinoya when one of his students sprained their ankle, while playing. Sometimes, when I bump into him on the street and he’s on his phone, I hear them arguing or something. And they never really go out, so I don’t know what they’re like out on dates and stuff.”

Wow. It really seemed like your friends did some investigating for you. It was nice to know that they’ll always have your back. But, you knew that this wasn’t something you should really be meddling in. He has his life and you have yours.

You two can be friends and all, but nothing more. No matter how desperately you wanted it. You missed everything about him. His new girlfriend was the luckiest girl in the world.

“Oh by the way, y/n!! Since we’re already on the topic... Guess who texted me yesterday, asking for YOUR number???”

“No way. Don’t tell me.”

“NISHINOYA!”

“Why would he want my number?”

“He just told me he wanted to keep talking to you and stay in touch.”

You couldn’t believe it. Was it really happening? Nishinoya still wanted to talk to you.

Your phone buzzed. All your friends stared at the screen. “Well, speak of the devil.”

The message read: Hey, y/n! It’s Noya. I hope you don’t mind but I got your number from xxx. I just wanted to keep talking and be close again like back in college (:

You were sure that your heart had completely shut down by then. Even if you couldn’t be around Nishinoya in the way you wanted, you sure as hell weren’t going to decline this.

You were so excited and nervous at the same time, that you almost forgot to reply.

“Y/N! You’ve gotta say something!!”

“Alright already! I will! I just don’t know what to say..”

“Just say a simple hey? Like you’re interested but not TOO interested, ya know?”

“Okay, got it.” You began typing: Hey, Noya! I don’t mind, and yeah of course. I’d love to keep talking (:

The rest of the night was full of the juiciest gossip of the town and exchanging ridiculous worst date stories.

~~~~~~~

As the weeks dragged on, you found yourself texting Noya more than anyone else. He was the highlight of your days.

Every time your phone buzzed with a message from him, your heart would skip a beat. You’d still think over exactly what you wanted to say to him, being careful not to cross any boundaries.

Unbeknownst to you, Nishinoya was feeling the exact same way.

You two talked about literally everything in the world. Except for one topic: his girlfriend. There was no way you could bring her up in conversation casually. It would be crossing the line, definitely.

~~~~~~~

It was just another average day. You were pooped after having to work so much that week. You were looking forward to relaxing on the couch and catching up on your favorite sitcoms.

Noya had been texting you nonstop all day. It felt great, but you couldn’t help but wonder if he texted her like this too.

What are you up to tonight?

Oh, you know the usual. Just gonna snack and watch Netflix. How about you?

Not much. Still trying to decide what I wanna do. What are you gonna watch?

I’m in the mood to rewatch That 70′s Show to be honest, lol.

I remember you watching that show every night! It’s pretty funny

Yeah, that’s why I watch it, lmao.

You got room for one more?

Fuck. What the fuck. Was he being serious? Or joking around? You hadn’t seen him in a while, since you’re both so busy with work. But today, your days off coincided with one another. Sure, you two had hung out together before, but never somewhere as private as your home. You’d been to restaurants and bars, but that’s pretty much it.

If he’s serious, that means he wants to come HERE. To YOUR house. He wants to be in YOUR house, with YOU. With you.. ALONE.

Your mind was racing. With shaky fingers, you replied playfully: Only if you’re bringing takeout!

The next few minutes felt like an eternity. Five minutes went by. Ten minutes. Soon enough, an hour had gone by, and no answer.

Had I crossed the line? you asked yourself.

-BUZZ-

What’s your address? I’ve got sushi and more snacks (:

You quickly messaged him your address, with your heart ready to burst out of your chest, and your brain ready to explode.

Another five minutes pass by.

-KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK-

He still knocks three times.. You open the door and find him semi-dressed up in a cute red button up and dark blue slacks. He was glowing.

In his hands, he was carrying a bag of sushi and chow mein takeout. In the other hand, he had your favorite: Hot Cheetos.

How the hell did he still remember everything about you?

“Hey, sunshine! Ready to binge watch some That 70′s Show?”

“Yeaah.” You let him in and placed the bags on the coffee table by the couch. You started setting everything up, still shaken up over his pet name for you.

Noya quickly made himself comfortable on your couch, picking a spot right up next to you. The distance between you two shortening, every time he took a bite of his food.

His hearty laughter made your heart flutter and your stomach flip. The show was funny, but not THAT funny.

Before you knew it, your knees bumped into one another’s. The distance between you was nonexistent now. When your knees touched, you jumped a little, startled from the sudden intimacy.

“Oh, sorry! I guess I scooted in too close. I just didn’t want to be TOO far from you, you know?”

“Ha, it’s okay.”

The show droned on in the background, as you two fell silent. Nishinoya then grabbed the remote and muted the TV.

“Hey, y/n?”

“Yeah? What is it, Nishi?” You regressed back to calling him the special nickname only you ever used, without realizing.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.” You meant it. You’d do anything for him in a heartbeat.

“Do you still remember the first time we met? In our psychology class, the first year of college?”

“How could I ever forget?”

“Did you feel like it was love at first sight, too?”

You hesitated. Why was he bringing this up? Right now, especially. You stared at him for what felt like ten minutes, taking him in again. He had changed physically from the last time you were with him in your old apartment. His eyebrows were well groomed, he grew a bit of chin stubble, and he had smile lines on his face..

But he was still the same person you fell in love with all those years ago.

The silence dragged on, until you interrupted it. “Yeah. It did feel like that, huh?”

“I’m glad it wasn’t just me.” It seemed like he wanted to keep talking, but he stopped himself, mid-breath. He unmuted the TV and went back to watching, but the tension brought on by the questions still lingered in the air.

Unable to deal with the awkwardness, you started cleaning up, and stood up, right in front of him. “Why?”

Confused, he asked, “Why what?”

“Why are you doing this? Why bring up the past? I’m sure you’ve figured it out by now, but I still have feelings for you, okay?”

“I know.”

“Then what’s the point of torturing me like this? You have a girlfriend..”

He got up immediately and pulled you in for an unexpected, sloppy kiss. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want it, but you pushed him off anyways.

“Stop. Please. Don’t do this to me.”

“Kitty..”

You couldn’t believe he was using his old pet name for you. All you could do was point at the door, baffled by his rapid change.

He wasn’t moving. Instead, he pulled you in again, but with more force. He was restraining you while embracing you.

“Let me go, please, Nishi. Don’t make this harder.”

You were practically sobbing at this point. Why couldn’t he understand that this was wrong? You weren’t his girlfriend, nor would you ever be.

You felt your shirt dampen with his tears, as well. Why was he crying too?

“I broke up with her a week ago.. I’ve missed you so much.”

His hold on you loosened, and you took that as an opportunity to drape your arms around his neck, as you kissed the tears on his face away.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

“Please believe me. I just want you, y/n. I’ve been waiting for you to come back. But after waiting for 4 years, I gave up. I started dating around, trying to find someone like you, but no one could ever compare. You’re the love of my life, y/n. Please don’t leave me again..”

“I won’t. I promise.”

“God, it’s been so hard to be here without you. I’ve been waiting for this for so long. I still love you. I’ve never stopped loving you, and I’ll always love you.”

“I love you and I’ll always love you too.”

That night, you two shared a bed again for the first time in seven years. Everything in the universe fell back into place. You had found your Great Perhaps.

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okaystraykids-blog · 6 years

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don’t go; it’s a mighty long fall

2 out of ??

Genre: fluff/angst/school ..

Seems like it’s going to turn out to be a hyunjin ff but we’ll see

WARNING: some mature themes

| the start of part two |

"Hey Alice, can we sit with you?"

The words echoed in my head and I just stared at Hyunjin as he inquired. The four boys just blinked awkwardly, and I realized they were waiting for an answer. "Sorry, no. I kind of want to stay alone." I kind of glanced away from Hyunjin, and my eyes caught Changbin’s, he was looking at me intently, a wondering expression on his face. The sound of chairs moving disrupted my thoughts, the guys had sat down, Hyunjin on one side of me, Changbin on the other. "I thought I told you no." "You did, but I don't really care." Hyunjin chuckled, pulling out a bento box containing his lunch. I clenched my jaw, my nails digging into the palms of my hands. Please get me through this. I glanced up around the cafeteria and my eyes unwillingly landed on the biggest asshole and reputable fuckboy, in the school, Lio. Lio raised his eyebrows, and winked at me. Turning back to his friends with a sly smile. I could feel my cheeks getting red. This is exactly why I don't hang out with people, I hate attention. Especially from someone like Lio. "Who's he?" Someones voice made me jump. Chan was looking at me questioningly. "Uh, just some fuckboy. He has a big reputation and basically owns the school." "Seems like a fun guy." Jisung scoffed. I couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or not. I sat with my arms close by my sides, nibbling on my sandwich. I don't like eating with people watching me, it makes my anxiety spike. After a while, I couldn't take it anymore, my skin felt like it was on fire and my hands were trembling. It wasn't like the boys were talking about weird stuff, they were talking about normal boy things, but I just couldn't take being around that many people anymore. I slid my chair back and walked out, not noticing I forgot my book.

By the end of the day I was drained, that lunch took a lot of energy out of me. It was the end of the day, and I was heading to the bus when Chan suddenly called out to me, "Alice! Want a ride?" I shook my head no, and gave a weak smile. I lived alone at the moment, my parents were working out of the city and my siblings were all older and moved out. Chan nodded and turned away. I watched him as he went and eventually I saw him and the 3 others driving away in a large, fancy, SUV. I walked down the steps and saw a familiar group of boys, Lio and his friends. I passed a cloud of vape smoke and shook my head slightly. We get it, you vape. "I'm gonna ask-" "Dude she's boring, she doesn't party-" "I'ma change that." I tried to ignore it but before I could even get down the last step, Lio's caramel raspy voice called out to me. "Hey, it's Alice, right?" I glanced back at him, nodding softly. "There's a party tomorrow after school. You should come." The way he said it made me realize, he wasn't asking, he was telling; if there was one thing I knew not to do, it was not to piss of Lio Drew. I hated that it was a short week and there was no school Wednesday, Thursday or Friday. I've never been to a party, and I knew Lio and his friends were all 18, but I was 17 so I didn't expect to do much. "I guess... yeah sure." I started walking away and overheard again. "Damn you did it bro." "I did, and I'm gonna have a good time tomorrow night." I shook my head, What have I gotten myself into.

MESSAGE RECEIVED 8:45PM

[Changbin] hey a, how was ur day?

[Me] iffy.

[Changbin] iFFy IFFy yEaH YEaH iFFy IffY YeAh

[Me] I JUSt ChokED On An ICeCuBe LMAO

[Changbin] i gotta go, but have a good night! there's a party on tuesday, u coming?

[Me] ahh, nah probably not. gn though

[Changbin] :(

Even the guys are going? Wow. That's just perfect.

I was just about to go to sleep when my phone buzzed off, it was an Instagram notification.

LIO_REAL Followed you

LIO_REAL Sent you a Direct Message

OPEN MESSAGE?

YES/NO

(LIO_REAL)

hey there ce, i hope you can make it, the parties at 10, here's the address

xxx-xx AVE.

I closed my phone, oh god, now I have the biggest fuckboy in the school following me, and he gave me a nickname. This is wonderful. The clock beside my table read 9:24 PM and I finally was able to go to sleep.

The next day I was ready early, just wearing black jeans with slits in the knees, and a tighter than usually fitting maroon tee shirt. Because of this, I was able to catch an early bus. When I arrived, much to my surprise, Changbin and the others were there sitting out front. Changbin looked pretty good I begrudgingly have to admit. Hyunjin too. They looked like they walked right out of a music video. I attempted to sneak by, but Jisungs voice rang out across the quiet morning air. "Alice!" I turned to him and plastered a smile on my face. Damn how I loved his mullet. I walked over to them, sitting on one of the steps. "So," started Chan, "I heard Lio Drew invited you to his party tonight." Both Hyunjin and Changbin looked up at me in shock. I shrugged, looking down. "I guess you could say that... I might not go. I haven't decided yet." Chan raised his eyebrows questioningly, he may have just transferred here but even he knows that when Lio Drew invites you somewhere, you don't say no. I nodded slowly, standing up as it got closer to the bell for first period. "I'm going to go, I have to go to art." Hyunjin jumped up, "we're both going there. I'll come with you." I was about to refuse his company, but something about how genuine his smile was made me grin and nod, "Okay." The whole way to class he was rambling about how his friends and him are making music and how back in Korea his family was moving, and just random things. I was feeling anxious for some reason, and everything he said just went in one ear, out the other. "Alice, can I get your Snapchat and maybe give it to the guys?" I paused for a moment... "Um well I guess so." After I gave him my Snap we continued walking, and as we turned the corner, Lio and his friends were laughing and walking down the hall towards us. Lio saw me, and stared me down, a smirk on his face. He glanced at Hyunjin on the other side of me, who was adorably oblivious. As he passed, his hand sneakily reached out and grabbed my ass. I gasped, turning to face him but he was already rounding the corner. I could feel my entire body burning and I started to tremble. What the fuck. No one has ever bothered me until I started hanging out with Hyunjin and them. Lio has never even spared me a glance. This is all their fault, It's Changbin's fault.

LIO_REAL Sent you a Direct Message

OPEN MESSAGE?

YES/NO

(LIO_REAL)

sorry bout that ;) my hand slipped. you better still be coming tonight, or i'll bother u more, luv.

I just stared at the message. I should have ignored them better... Hyunjin just looked at me. "Are you alright? Did he say something?" I felt terrible. Sick to my stomach. I just stared Hyunjin dead in the eyes, and walked away. I've never skipped before, but I couldn't handle being around him for two classes. I went to the lunchroom, sitting by the windows rather than my usual spot. My brain not fully comprehending that that was right beside where Lio and his friends usually sit.

[Changbin] im bored :( meet up with mee

[Me] im in class, not today

[Changbin] nO, nOt toDAYyy, nOnO noT toDaY

[Me] lol.

I continued to sit, staring outside, and before I knew it I had fallen asleep. I slept for two class periods, each class 80 minutes long, and I finally woke up right as the lunch bell rang. When people started arriving, I didn't even turn to watch. Until Lio's voice interrupted my train of thought. "Well. Isn't this a surprise!" I spun around and found him sitting at the table behind me, his teeth biting down seductively on his lip. I slipped off the stool in an attempt to leave, but his foot swung out, blocking my way. "Stay." He said simply. Kicking out one of his less important henchmen. "Sit." I could feel eyes on me and I had no choice but to obey. It was obey, or become the victim of abuse from everyone in school. Lio eyed me up and down and waited till I sat down. I glanced to the door and saw Hyunjin walk in, followed by Chan, Jisung and lastly, Changbin. They paused and looked at me sitting with Lio, surprised. Chan was looking at Lio with a frown. Lio noticed that look and proceeded to lean across the table. Before I knew it, his lips were next to my ear and he whispered, "I'm excited for tonight baby-girl." I felt repulsed. I slammed my chair back, grabbed my bag, and walked out. Fuck this school. Fuck Lio.

At 10:00 PM I was laying in my bed watching YouTube, when my phone buzzed. It was a snap from Hyunjin,

I let out an awkward squeak, holy shit he's so pretty. I was about to respond when I suddenly got an Instagram notification...

LIO_REAL Sent you a Direct Message

OPEN MESSAGE?

YES/NO

(LIO_REAL)

where are you.

(OKAYALICE)

im not coming, lio.

(LIO_REAL)

if u dont come, im gonna fucking ruin the rest of senior year for you. i swear on it.

I stared down at my phone, my heart racing. Is this not blackmail? I glanced out the outfit I had previously put on my bed, and I groaned. "Well. Fuck it." I looked at myself in the mirror. I was wearing a decently tight, short, black, skirt and a silver crop top that just covered my belly button. My outfit wasn't complete until I put on my converse. My makeup was different than usual. I was wearing dark red lipstick and I had eyeliner on. I checked the clock. 10:45 PM. Well, fashionably late I guess.

When I arrived outside the house, I could feel the ground booming from the music and I was surprised it hadn't gotten shut down yet. I started walking up the driveway. Already seeing wasted teenagers. It wasn't much better inside. People were everywhere, making out, drinking, smoking, dancing. I thought to myself,

maybe this was a mistake.

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nyx-baby · 6 years

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Time for another fucked up dream, friends

This one went hand in hand with the post I made a while ago about the dream lady I see in my grandparents’ house that wants to kill me.

Except she wasn’t at my grandparents’, she was at my house. I’ll put a Keep Reading link here for those of you that want to read, but as a disclaimer this is going to be a little graphic.

First though, if you missed the first three encounters I had with this nightmare bitch, click the link and read my previous post about her so that you’re caught up.

http://itsemmahaybitch.tumblr.com/post/172616115441/something-happened-recently-so-i-dont-really

ALSO, I want to clarify that every story I write and post under this tag is 100% true, and is an actual recount of something that has happened to me. This is a really long post, so I apologize in advance to y’all on the off-chance that you read it.

Okay so, yes, the woman who threw the baby, and the one that beat my face against the bookshelves. She’s back, and scarier than ever.

To preface this story, I want to briefly mention that I was at my Grandparents house recently, where I felt that Presence like I usually do, but I’ve learned to ignore it because usually nothing happens. When I got home, back to mom’s house I still had a bad feeling, but I just thought that it was because of the shit that goes on there, so I just kept on ignoring. You know, like a dumbass.

Now I realize that it was the Presence looking back, but I didn’t recognize it as the same then because I was in a different setting and I was under the impression that I would only feel that specific kind of fear and overall looming darkness AT UM AND UMA’S HOUSE and not at my own.

For a few days everything was fine, some spooky feelings but no manifestations of anything. One thing that I thought was kind of weird was that I was having trouble falling asleep, which hasn’t happened since before I put up the sigils. However, the issue with that is that since I’m done with school, my sleep schedule is a little fucked anyway, so I’m still not really sure if it was causation or just correlation. Oh well.

Either way, a couple nights ago, I was actually trying to fall asleep, because I was absolutely exhausted. I was laying in bed from midnight to 7 in the morning trying, TRYING TO FALL ASLEEP and I just couldn’t.

Finally I did after the sun already came up. The first part was almost like I was watching a movie about this girl a couple years younger than me, except that the entire movie was her in her bathroom. She was covered in these painful looking pus-filled abscesses, which I somehow knew were loosely connected to some mental illness or disorder that she was slowly developing.

This whole section of the dream was just her in the bathroom, squeezing what were essentially giant pimples all over her body to reduce the pressure, and it was NARSTY. I enjoy popping pimples and stuff like that, but this was almost too much for me tbh.

Then, in that dream way that you don’t really realize is happening until you wake up, it sort of blurred into me sitting on my bed awake, except instead of my bed it was the bunkbed that I slept in before we moved, the one that I made one of my first #scarystuff posts about.

One more thing to note before I go on is my desk. It’s right next to my bed, which is in the corner, and it was these shelves that taper up, the highest of which is about as tall as the stupid bunkbed, but in real life it’s covered in bottles of paper stars and some other stuff for decoration. The point is, there really isn’t a clear inch on that top shelf, except in the dream it was, okay? This is important.

So I was laying in bed, under the blankets and everything, but the Woman’s face was there near my feet because she was straight up LEVITATING and she had her chin hooked forward on the mattress, really fucking close to my feet. The whole time she was smiling creepily and talking to me, but even in the dream I didn’t know what she was saying. It was like every word she said I heard, but immediately forgot.

Then every once in a while, she would pull her arms out and reach out for me, not like she was trying to grab me, but just trying to touch me. Every time she did this, I would crawl across the top of my desk and she would just keep reaching at me and her head would turn to follow me, then she would stop and I would move back onto the bed for some reason, I don’t know. Dream logic I guess.

Then near the end, she started singing, or at least I’m pretty sure she was. It was like when she was talking, in the dream I had no memory of her even making any noise but I was just pretty damn sure it was happening.

While she was Maybe Singing I started seeing these visions(?) of two different scenes alternating. It was really overwhelming, but I knew that one of them was something that happened in the past, and the other was something that was going to happen. Only imagine that you’re a young Luke Skywalker (bear with me) watching Revenge of the Sith on one screen, and The Last Jedi on another. Except they aren’t on separate screens at all, it’s one screen and every couple of frames it switches to the other movie for a few frames, and then back, and again and again, and on one hand you’re getting some answers, but on the other you’re getting a really heavy sense of foreboding, and no matter what you’re just really confused and kinda headachey. Fucked up, right?

Anyway, what I was seeing from the past was this couple moving into a house and adopting a little girl who gradually grew up into the girl from the beginning of the dream. What I saw for the future was me huddled on my bed against the corner of the wall screaming while the Woman was crawlling around the room on the ground shreiking and howling and throwing her body at the bed and trying to grab me and getting REAAAALLY close.

But that wasn’t all, because of course not. I assume she stopped Maybe Singing and instead started Definitely Laughing and was reaching for me again, and then I noticed that she had scars all over her face and arms that were similar to acne scars but waayyy bigger, and realized that she was the girl from the beginning. As I crawled across the desk I noticed these raised bumps on my legs and arms, a couple of which were starting to turn white, and I realized that whatever condition she had I had too.

When I realized that, she stopped floating and dropped onto the ground and at the same time the lightbulb in my lamp (which is on the opposite side of my desk from my bed) exploded. She crawled around the corver of the bed so she could see me, screamed like and animal and threw her body up at me so I jumped back onto the bed and huddled against the corner while she scrabbled around on the floor, thus completing what I had seen before, and I finally woke up at 10, so roughly 3 hours after I fell asleep.

Now, I know that I usually try to link all my dreams to something I can experience for real, but there’s so much in this one that I just don’t think that’s the case. What I do think is that I pissed off whatever lived in my grandparents’ house to the point where it followed me home and is trying to fuck me up. I don’t think the dream means anything specific, I think it’s just trying to scare me.

That being said, when I woke up the Presence was in my room with me, which if you remember, no negative energies are supposed to be able to get in my room because of my sigils, which have all worked up to this point. That is what scares the shit out of me, is that whatever is scaring me so much can get into my little sanctuary. Of course, it might have just been my mind panicking and overreacting to the nightmare itself, but I have no idea. Either way, that’s some scary shit, isn’t it?

This post got really long and I don’t really know how to close out, just stay tuned to my descent into madness I guess lmao. Goodnight everyone.

#personal #rambling #scary stuff #maybe demons #probably not tho #honestly its probably sleep deprivation but thats not as interesting

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foundcarcosa · 6 years

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cccxxv.

As of this minute, what is going through your mind? >> Realising I didn’t open my beer, so I’m going to do that as soon as I stop typing this. What are you currently listening to? >> The Death of Love, Cradle of Filth. Has anyone ever said something that brought tears to your eyes? >> Sure. Can Calah is good at that. Has anyone let you down recently? >> No.

What were you doing at 10:00 am this morning? >> I think I was checking my social media and also beginning to deliberate about whether I wanted to go outside even though it was raining or not.

Do you feel like you have life figured out? >> I’m at the point where I assume that life isn’t something one “figures out”, but one just experiences and does one’s best with. It’s not a fuckin math problem. Do you have on makeup? >> No. What mood are you in right now? >> A neutral one, but easily elevated (or depressed, depending) due to slight intoxication. Looking forward to anything? >> Getting out of suburban shut-in hell for a couple of days (my birthday trip). Be honest, who is the easiest person in your life to talk to? >> Can Calah is the only person I have no mental blocks against talking to. Sometimes the mental blocks have less to do with the other person and more to do with past experience, so it’s not like I truly believe certain other people wouldn’t be receptive -- I just... have a hard time. Have you lived in the same town your entire life? >> Not at all. Would you say you’re an understanding person? >> My cognitive empathy is pretty well-developed out of sheer necessity (gotta fill in the affective-empathy blank somehow, if I’m going to be a well-rounded person worth associating with), but there are always going to be weak spots in it because I can’t anticipate every human response. Also, how well I use my cognitive empathy depends on how much mana I have that day. It is sorcery, after all. Do you hate being alone? >> I don’t hate being alone, I hate feeling alone. Are you a loud person? >> Generally not. Were you happy when you woke up today? >> No, because I think I woke up to noise. But I also woke up to Can Calah, so, it evened out. Do you know anyone who is pregnant? >> I don’t think so. Do you miss the way things used to be? >> I miss some things. But there are pros and cons to everything. How has the week been? >> Short, considering it’s only Monday. Do you plan on getting your hair cut anytime soon? >> Yeah, I think I should probably cut my hair again tomorrow. Now, whether I will have the executive function for it or not is a different story. Do you wish you could tell someone something big, but can’t? >> I mean, it’s not that I can’t. It’s more like... it needs its space to be said. Also, it’s not like, something that needs to be SAID in one SINGLE MOMENT, it’s just kinda... a conversation. Not just me rambling on and on like I’m the only important voice in the dialogue. Ya dig? Ready for winter to come? >> Hell fucking no, I haven’t even gotten to kiss Summer full on the lips yet. Have you ever been called beautiful? >> Sure.

Say something about the first person you kissed this year? >> Uh... she’s a spa care specialist or something. I forget the actual job title but that sounds at least 75% right. When was the last time you were truly and completely happy? >> Uh. Do you currently have a hickey? >> No. Did you talk to your father today? >> No. Are you starting to realize anything? >> Realisation is so slow that it��s invisible until seen in hindsight, so. Do you bite your fingernails? >> Nope. Do you like Mexican food? >> Sure. Do you want someone back in your life? >> I got the person I wanted back in my life. Everyone else I ‘lost’ is on a “meh” basis. Like, I can live with or without, ya dig. Have you ever in anyway, been betrayed by someone you trust? >> I don’t think so. At what age do you want to get married? >> Meh. Where were you at two this morning? >> In bed. Who was the last person you had an argument with? >> I don’t remember. Do you think things will change in the next few months? >> That’s literally how life works. What are you doing today? >> Well, even though it was raining, I let Can Calah convince me to walk to the northerly intersection-- I JUST REMEMBERED I RENTED SOMETHING FROM REDBOX I should actually uhhh watch it lmao --so I went to the Redbox and the liquor store and the Speedway and the Dollar Tree. And then took the bus back home. And now I’m just drinking and messing around on the internet. I should have watched the movie lmao but I straight-up forgot I had it. Later, then. It’s raining and I actually want to smoke with Kris/Hallie and watch the movie. It’s The Greatest Showman, it looks fun. Blah. Whatever. Is there snow on the ground where you are? >> No. Thank the fucking gods. Have your past mistakes made you wiser? >> Some of them have, some of them haven’t. As it goes.

Next time you will kiss someone? >> I don’t know. Why aren’t you with the person you’re in love with? >> Well, I’m with Sparrow. The other person just lives so far away. And I never have money to travel. But at least the internet exists. What a time to be alive. Do you hate the last person you kissed? >> No. Have you ever done something you told yourself you wouldn’t do? >> Sure. Would you ever get a tattoo? >> I have three, so yes, it’s safe to say that I would definitely get a tattoo at any point had I the money. Did you sleep alone last night? >> Physically, yeah. Do you sleep with or without clothes on? >> With.

Have you ever felt like you literally needed someone? >> Yeah. If the last person you kissed said that you were the only one they wanted? >> “Well, that’s... fine, I guess.” LOL that sounds like a wack answer but like... I don’t mean it to sound unenthusiastic, it’s just... not as romantic-sounding to me. It puts a lot of expectation on me to continue to be that same person that they always want me to be. And it’s patently proven that I am a constantly changing individual by design. If [me as you know me right now] is the only person you want, then does that mean you will also only want [me in the future] or will you go “you’re not the person I thought you were!” and break it off? Also, does that mean you want me to reciprocate? Because I guarantee you as a polyam person you will NOT be the only one I want, so will that upset you? Because if so, we need to talk about that. I want to point out something else -- the way that I answered this question is so extra that sometimes I wonder how anyone would want me.

#surveysofsamedi #surveys

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i-amusemyself · 6 years

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Thanks anon!! Thats my boredom cured for the evening

1: Let’s start with a tricky one; what is the real reason you are confused right now?

I’m actually not confused right now, which is a bloody rarity. I suppose I could say I’m slightly confused about my gender, but I try not to think about that tbh

2: Do you ever get “good morning” texts from anyone?

Occasionally, though to be fair I’m never awake in the mornings atm lmao

3: If your significant other smoked pot, would you care?

On a rare occasion? No. All the time? Probably.

4: Do you find it easy to trust others?

Fuck no lmao have you met people?

5: What were you doing at 11PM last night?

Umm...I was with my bf..

6: You’re drunk and lost walking down the road; who is with you?

Probably my mate from uni @bookdragonphoenix

7: What would you do if you found out you had been cheated on?

Instant break up. No excuses for that.

8: Are you close with your dad?

Hoo boi that’s complicated! It varies honestly, but more so than some people I guess

9: I bet you kissed someone last night, right?

Yeah

10: What are you listening to?

I’m listening to Ke$ha’s Die Young. It’s a tune okay?

11: You can only drink ONE liquid for the rest of your life - what is it?

Coke Cola (that is how you spell it right? Fuck im dumb). I live off it anyway tbh

12: Do you like hickeys?

Um, I like getting them but I get embarrased if some people see them lmfao

13: What time do you go to bed?

Like 12am? Usually about 2 hours after I’m tired enough to sleep smh

14: Is there someone who continuously lets you down?

Besides me? I guess a couple of people that are...distant friends and possibly a few family members, not to call anyone out

15: Can you text as quickly with one hand as you do both?

Well no lmao

16: Do you always answer your texts?

90% of them

17: Do you hate the person you fell the hardest for?

I don’t know who I fell the hardest for. I don’t really recall past emotions that well.

18: When was the last time you talked to one of your best friends?

Todayy

19: Is there someone that makes you happy every time you see them?

3 or 4 people yeah!

20: What was your last thought before you went to bed last night?

Fuck me I don’t know. Probably ughhh can I fall asleep pls

21: Is anyone else in the room with you?

Nope. I havent even seen another human today lmao

22: Do you believe what goes around comes around?

To an extent, but it’s not always guaranteed unfortunately

23: Were you happier four months ago than you are now?

Fuck no lmao

24: Is there someone you wish you could fix things with?

That depends on the definition of fix. If it solely relies on me doing things different, then no. But if it means someone else can themselves be fixed, sure.

25: In the past week, have you cried?

Nah, wish I could though I feel like I need to

26: What colour is the shirt you are wearing?

Grey

27: Do people ever call you by your last name?

Not people I see anymore

28: Is anyone ignoring you right now?

Don’t think so. I think people are just busy.

29: Do you have a best friend?

I have multiple

30: Would it be hard seeing someone else kiss the last person you kissed?

Very :/

31: Who was your last call/text message from?

@oneshappyplace bc she loves it when i throw random shit her way and vice versa

32: Are you mad at anyone?

I mean besides the people I have long term issues with? Nah

33: Have you ever kissed someone older than you?

Haha yeah

34: How old will the last person you kissed be on his/her next birthday?

20. Oh jeeeeesus christ that’s a scary fucking thought. Nope-ing away from that.

35: How many more days until your birthday?

8 months ish?

36: Do you have any summer plans yet?

I’m going away to quite a few places. There’s more I want to do but I don’t know if it will ever get organised.

37: Do you have any good friends of the opposite sex?

Besides my bf, not good ones.

Edit: I completely forgot about one of my friends, yes I do

38: Are you keeping anything from your best friend(s) now?

Not intentionally. Idk. Don’t ask don’t tell I guess.

39: Do you have a secret that you’ve never told anyone?

Yeah bc it aint anyones business

40: Have you ever regretted kissing someone?

I don’t think so.

41: Do you think age matters in relationships?

To an extent. Massive age gaps are weird, especially if one of them is hella young

42: Are you available?

Nein

43: How many people have you had real, strong feelings for since high school ended?

44: If you had to get a piercing (not ears), what would you get?

Eyebrow piercing

45: Do you believe exes can be friends?

I guess? I mean I probs couldn’t do that but I guess for others

46: Do you regret anything?

So fucking much omfg

47: Honestly, what’s on your mind right now?

How shit I am at communication. I’m really starting to get mad at myself and wonder what the fuck is wrong with me.

48: Did you ever lose a best friend?

In a way, yeah

49: Was your last kiss a mistake?

50: Why aren’t you pursuing the person you like?

I...am ig

51: Has the last person you kissed ever seen you cry?

Yup

52: Do you still talk with the person you LAST kissed?

Wow this is relentless with the kissing. Yah

53: What was the last thing you ate?

An orange

54: Did you get any compliments today?

Nope

55: Where are you going on your next vacation?

Suffolk for latitude festival. How I ended up going there is a long story lmao

56: Do you own anything from other countries?

Tons of stuff I guess. I mean I’m wearing my ohio state tshirt haha

57: Are most of your friend guys or girls?

Girls

58: Where have you lived most of your life?

In the middle of england

59: When was the last time you took a long drive?

Fucking hell, like 7 or 8 weeks ago when I came back to uni

60: Have you ever played Spin the Bottle?

Who hasn’t?

61: Have you ever TPd someone’s house?

Nah

62: Who do you text the most?

Probably @oneshappyplace or @apricot-el they get all my bs

63: What was the last movie you saw?

It’s called Chronicle, it was p good

64: What’s preventing your current boyfriend/girlfriend from going back to their ex?

Don’t fekkin ask that lmao! Hopefully the fact they’re happy and their ex is now miles away

65: How many boyfriends/girlfriends did you have in 2011?

Zero

66: Is the last person you kissed younger than you?

Nein

67: Do you curse around your parents?

Yeah, much to their dislike

68: Are you happy with where you live?

Yeah, but I’m only here for 3 more weeks

69: Picture of yourself?

No chance. Just imagine stereotypical androgenous kid, but lanky af

70: Are you a monogamous person or do you believe in open-ended relationships?

Personally I prefer monogamy

71: Have you ever been dumped?

Um...I actually can’t remember

72: What do you most like about making out?

Feeling wanted ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (sweet sweet depression and anxiety)

73: Have you ever casually made out with someone who you weren’t seriously involved with?

Nah

74: When you kiss someone for the first time, is it usually you who initiates it or the other?

Strangely enough, me

75: What part of a person’s body do you find most attractive?

I cannot seriously pick one part

76: Who was the last person you talked to last night before you went to bed?

You guessed it it’s @oneshappyplace

77: Had sex with someone you knew less than an hour?

I mean I’m alone

78: Had sex with someone you didn’t know their name?

Nope

79: What makes your heart flutter and brings a big cheesy smile to your face?

Just cute unexpected gestures I suppose

80: Would you get involved with someone if they had a child already?

I mean, maybe not currently but who knows if I was older

81: Has someone who had a crush on you ever confessed to you?

Yeah

82: Do you tell a lot of people when you have a crush?

Just my closest friends and the person I have a crush on *eye roll*

83: Do you miss your last sweetie?

84: Last time you slow danced with someone?

Years ago

85: Have you ever ‘dated’ someone you’ve never met?

I mean I’ve met them now but yes

86: How can I win your heart?

Be a kind, understanding human being with a damn good sense of humor

87: What is your astrological sign?

Libra

88: What were you doing last night at 12 AM?

Bothering friends lmao

89: Do you cook?

Occasionally. I used to a lot more but depression

90: Have you ever gotten back in touch with an old flame after a time of more than 3 months of no communication?

Yeah, but it only ever seems to be me making the effort, so every time I’ve let them go again

91: If you’re single right now, do you wish you were in a relationship?

see like all previous answers lol

92: Do you prefer to date various people or do you pretty much fall into monogamous relationships quickly?

Monogamous stuff

93: What physical traits do you look for in a potential interest?

I honestly don’t know. I can never figure out my type, just, hotness lmao

94: Name four things that you wish you had!

Dopamine, money, the power to help others more...thats it thats all I want

95: Are you a player?

Nein

96: Have you ever kissed 2 people in one day?

Nope

97: Are you a tease?

I can be but not in a cruel way

98: Ever meet anyone you met on Tumblr?

Two people and we’re still close

99: Have you ever been deeply in love with someone?

That’s a loaded question yikes. I dont know.

100: Anybody on Tumblr that you’d go on a date with?

I mean I don’t know their tumblr but yh

101: Hugs or Kisses?

Both. I can’t choose. I’m bi.

102: Are you too shy to ask someone out?

Probs idk

103: The first thing you notice about the opposite sex?

....their face?

104: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you babe?

Sure

105: If a sexy person was pursuing you, but you knew he/she was in relationship, would you go for it?

Not until I knew wtf they were playing at

106: Do you flirt a lot?

I’m hopeless at it

107: Your last kiss?

Yesterday

108: Have you kissed more than 5 people since the start of 2012?

I haven’t kissed that many people, full stop.

109: Have you kissed anyone in the past month?

Yikes see 107

110: If you could kiss anyone who would it be?

The bae tbh

111: Do you know who you’ll kiss next?

I have a p good idea

112: Does someone like you currently?

I fekkin hope so

113: Do you currently have feelings for anyone?

Yeah lmao

114: Do you like to be in serious relationships or just flings?

Serious shit

115: Ever made out with just a friend?

Once when drunk

116: Are you happier single or in a relationship?

In a relationship, for sure

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tomimagines · 7 years

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None of You

Notes: This won’t necessarily be an imagine, more like a short story (?). This will be in Tom’s POV and at first, I was going for something extremely sad but it veered off into something else completely different. Ngl, I feel kind of iffy about it but fuck it lmao it’s a risk I’m taking I guess. Hope you guys still like it tho.

Just a reminder that the other character in the story isn’t the reader, just a character in general.

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Tom’s POV:

“Haz, I really don’t think this is a good idea. I’ve got this new role to prepare for next week and-”

“Exactly! It’s not until next week! One night won’t affect you,” Harrison cuts me off.

I roll my eyes and stare out the window, watching as the world stands still as we drive past. Harrison convinced me to go out tonight but as soon as I sat in the car, I wanted to be back home. I wasn’t in the mood to be around people, pretending I was fine.

I mean, I am fine.

“What if…” I begin. “What if she’s there?”

“What are the chances of her being at a small get together? I don’t think she knows the person who invited us in the first place. Mate,” he pats my shoulder, “Don’t stress. It’s been months. You deserve to be happy too.”

I give him a small smile as a thanks. I take a deep breath and shake my arms, rubbing my palms together. “They better have good beer,” I chuckle.

He’s right. If she’s fine, living her life, I should be too.

But I still can’t help the small panicked feeling that’s in my chest. Maybe I should mentally prepare myself if she is there. What would I say to her? Or do I even talk to her at all? Would she ignore me? Should I ignore her?

I’m not even sure where we stand at this point. I haven’t spoken a word to her since, well, since that night. That one miserable night where it all ended…

*FLASHBACK*

I rush upstairs, dropping everything I was holding down onto the floor. I take two steps at a time, not going fast enough. I hear shuffling inside our room and I open the door in a hurry.

She’s still here and I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. Her back is to me but there’s a suitcase on the bed. Panic rises in me once again as I step forward and it is then that I can hear her sobs.

“Hey,” I start, my hands reaching out to her.

She stops what she’s doing and stands still. I’m almost afraid to touch her. I see her push her hair back behind her ear before she slowly turns to face me. Her eyes are red and puffy, along with the tip of her nose.

My heart breaks at the sight of her. I don’t make to reach out to her, waiting to see if she would even let me.

“I have to go home,” she mutters softly.

I swallow as I glance down at the open suitcase. “I can go with you,” I whisper.

She immediately shakes her head. “No, Tom. You can’t just drop everything for me.”

“Babe, your dad just passed away. The crew will understand-”

“I know that my dad just died!” She shouts. Fresh tears begin to run down her face once more. “That’s why I need to go home!”

“I know, I know,” I repeat, trying to soothe her. I finally decide to step forward. She doesn’t stop me and so I wrap my arms around her, pulling her to me. I cradle the back of her head and guide it so that it rests on my chest, my chin atop of her head. She continues to cry and I just hold her.

“I’m leaving,” she mumbles into my shirt.

I nod, understanding.

She shakes her head instead. “I’m leaving you, Tom.”

My heart stops.

“I don’t know how long I’ll be home but I have to be there for my mom, for my siblings. And you have your career, one that I don’t want to ruin with my problems,” she continues.

I don’t respond. My heart is still not beating.

She moves in my arms until she grabs them and unwraps them from around her. I’m staring straight ahead, immobile. I feel her hands touch my face and force me to look down at her. Her thumb caresses my skin across my cheek and I realize now that I’m crying.

“Please don’t think that I no longer love you. Because I do… Oh God I love you so fucking much which is why this hurts so much. But I have to take care of my family now and I don’t want to set you back in your path when you have so many great things ahead of you. And if you hate me,” she bites her lip, “then that’s fine. If that’s what it takes for you to move on, then I’ll be okay with you hating me.”

I begin to shake my head. She’s speaking nonsense.

She lets go of my face and turns to close the suitcase. She lifts it up and places it on floor, grabbing the handle. She wipes at her cheeks and looks at me. I look at her back and finally find my voice.

“You’re ending it? All of it?”

She pouts and begins to cry again before she replies, “I hope the universe places us back together again.”

And then she’s gone.

*FLASHBACK ENDS*

I clench my jaw as we step inside the house. I bounce on my feet, ridding myself of that painful memory.

“Haz! Tom! Aye, glad you could make it!” Our friend gives each of us a hug and a pat on the back before he pulls us deeper into the house. People stood around the living room, holding drinks or eating at the snacks laid out on a table. More bodies filled the back porch, some even taking advantage of the pool.

I receive several glances from people we pass by and I smile in acknowledgement. I’m used to people staring. Our friend leads us to the area where ten or more so coolers were filled with booze.

I take my favorite one and pop it open and immediately chug half of it. I already know this is going to be a long night.

We mingle around, introduce ourselves to people we haven’t met. I start to actually have a good time, thoughts of her leaving my head. I find myself laughing, talking about my ideas for a new film. My foot taps to the beat of the music and I feel utterly content.

I’ve always felt like someone’s watching me but this time, it felt like a burn. I furrow my eyebrows and look around carefully so I can find the person who’s watching me so closely. No one inside. I look past the clear windows, out into the patio and then I see her.

She’s here.

I can literally feel the color drain from my face.

She’s here.

And she’s not alone.

She stands next to someone who has his arm around her waist. She’s cut her hair, it’s shorter now. She’s dyed it a different color too.

But the eyes that are staring straight back at me have remained the same.

“Um, I’ve got to go to the bathroom,” I say to no one in particular and turn to lose myself through the crowd.

I find the nearest door to my left and I push it open quickly, walking inside. It’s empty and dark and it’s perfect so it can allow me space to breathe.

I set my bottle down and walk towards the windows. The curtains lay apart, allowing the light of the moon to shine through. I pinch the bridge of my nose and close my eyes.

She’s fucking here.

The heartache is back and I suddenly start planning of a way to leave. But I’m no fucking coward.

But she’s here with someone else.

She was able to move on, enough to let herself be with someone again.

I grow frustrated and angry, mostly at myself, for ever pining over her. For losing time just being sad over her while she was fine.

I laugh a bitter laugh and shake my head. It’s then that I hear the door opening and I immediately turn to face it.

She’s walking in, closing the door behind her. If I were the person I was when I first got here, I would have made an excuse to get away from here. But now I want to stand here. Face that nightmare that we created that night.

We stare at each other for a long time. I don’t plan on breaking the silence. I don’t feel the need to.

She takes a step forward. “Hey,” she whispers but it carries to me in full volume.

I press my lips into a thin line and tilt my head as a reply.

“Um, Dan knows someone who got invited and we came along with them,” she answers a question I didn’t even ask.

I nod.

“You look good,” she smiles.

I chuckle and look down at my hands. “Yeah, no thanks to you, right?”

“I deserve that,” she laughs softly.

I forgot how much I loved that laugh.

I narrow my eyes at her and cross my arms over my chest. “What do you want?”

“We left things in a really bad way the last time we saw each other,” she takes another step closer, “and seeing you tonight brought all these feelings back,” and another step. “I also wanted to say that I’m sorry.”

She’s standing mere inches from me now. We’re surrounded by complete darkness. Her scent wafts over to me and it’s so familiar.

“Well you’ve said it,” I choke out.

Her eyes roam over my face and her fingertips reach out to push my hair back. “You cut it recently,” she comments, a small smile on her lips.

I have the urge to grab her hand and push it away but I am completely transfixed by how close she is to me. How many nights I dreamed to be able to have her near me again.

“Is that all?” I ask, clenching my jaw. I needed her to go.

Her eyes meet mine as she shakes her head. I know what’s coming next, and I should stop it but do I really want to? Do I really want to delve into her when all I associate with her is just pain?

“Let me,” she whispers, her hands sliding up my chest and grabbing onto my collar.

My hands find her wrists and I stop them, making her gasp. I tilt my head as if to say no but stop when I see the fire in her eyes.

Fuck it.

I grab the back of her head and press her lips to mine. I kiss her forcefully, showing her the anger and frustration she left with me. Her hands are in my hair and I’m guiding us forward until her back meets the wall. I press my body against hers and we both groan in unison.

All the feelings that I tried to hard to repress resurface once again and they flood my entire being. I forget about the many months I lay awake in my empty bed.

“Tom,” she mumbles in between our kiss. I don’t let her continue and persist on.

I feel her hands push on my chest. “Tom, stop. Dan is outside,” she says.

I stop completely, breathless and open my eyes to look down at her. “What?”

“Dan. Dan!” She pants and then bites her lip.

I step back from her, shaking my head. Un-fucking-believable. “You were the one who came onto me while you fucking boyfriend is outside waiting for you!?”

“I wasn’t thinking…” she starts.

I throw my hands up in the air and laugh. “You never think! You never think about anyone! It has only been months since you ended it and now you’re here in his arms! And you have the audacity to come in here and fuck me up all over again?”

There is no reaction or emotion coming from her. She’s not even the same person I first fell in love with. Something has changed. She has changed. I straighten my back and take a deep breath as I realize what a big idiot I’ve been. “I thought having some of you tonight will be enough to fill the void you left. But now I realize that I want none of you.”

I look away from her and walk back to the window. I run my hands up and down my face in frustration. I can still feel her presence near me and before I would welcome it but now I find it irritating.

“Get out,” I say. “Get out!”

I hear the shuffling of feet and then the opening and closing of a door.

She’s gone

Again.

And I’ve never felt so relieved.

*SHORT EPILOGUE*

I decide that if she’s still here, I won’t even acknowledge her presence. I was having a good time before I noticed her and I will continue to have a good time.

I step out of the study and I someone bumps into me with so much force, whatever they were holding crashes into the ground.

“Shit! Oh fuck me!” Laughter.

I glance at the person who bumped into me and I stare, shocked.

She has the biggest smile plastered on her face as if she hadn’t just dropped a bottle of beer in the ground. I find myself grinning and laughing with her. “Are you alright?”

“No, yeah, I’m fine! This bottle isn’t though,” more laughter. She bends down and begins to pick up the pieces of broken glass. I join her and help her. “Thanks! I’m sorry if I got you wet.”

“I’m fine,” I assure her.

I watch as she places her hair behind her ear and continues to clean up. “I’m Tom.”

“I know who you are,” she rolls her eyes which takes me by surprise. “That’s the reason I can’t make eye contact because then I wouldn’t be able to speak. I’ve already made a fool of myself. Don’t need to do that again.”

We laugh and it’s the most joy I’ve felt in weeks. “Since I got in your way, let me get you another drink.”

She looks up at this and her eyes mesmerize for an instant. What I thought was left of my heart suddenly began to grow warm again.

“That sounds like a deal,” she grins.

#tomholland #tom holland #tomimagine #tom imagine #tomhollandimagine #tom holland imagine #imagine #short story

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yujachachacha · 7 years

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Get to know me

Tagged by @symphonyalpha (I forgot the URL for a second and was like, “Why isn’t Jaewhy showing up when I type it in the user mention???” lol).

Rules: Answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people.

Last: 1. Drink: Barley water, because that’s what my family drinks ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 2. Phone call: My grandma, telling me what time she needed me to drive her to her doctor’s appointment. 3. Text message: To my little brother, telling him to STFU because he kept sending me dumb shit on iMessage. 4. Song you listened to: Does SIF count? If so, “Sore wa Bokutachi no Kiseki”. If not, I was headbanging to “Paradise Lost” by Chihara Minori after dropping my grandma off at her friend’s place the other day, lol. 5. Time you cried: tbh I probably teared up a little when I was watching the footage from the Lantis preview of the Aqours 1st Live BD/DVDs ｡ﾟ( ﾟ��ωஇﾟ)ﾟ｡

Have you: 6. Dated someone twice: I haven’t even dated someone once :’))) 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: I’ve kissed exactly one person, so...hm. There was a period of time when I had conflicting emotions over what happened, but in the end, I don’t think I regret it. 8. Been cheated on: See #6. 9. Lost someone special: I’ve had a grandfather pass away, and this is probably going to sound bad, but...I really appreciated him, and he was nothing but kind to me. However, since I’d only seen him about three times in my life, the biggest way his death affected me was through my mother. It took her a while to get over my grandfather’s death, so it changed the way I behaved around her during that time. 10. Been depressed: Yes. 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: Exactly once, because I made the mistake of keeping pace with my uncle in Korea who takes soju shots like a champ. This also happened to be the night before Lunar New Year, so I got chewed out by my aunt (older sister of my uncle) once she realized why I was so lethargic during the festivities. _(:3 」∠)_ I don’t regret it though, because before that I had never been hungover before and was wondering what my limit was, haha.

List 3 favorite colors: 12-14. Red, blue, and...uh...other than those two I don’t have any definite faves. I guess the third would be either yellow or purple...? I’ll just go with purple for the sake of completion.

In the last year have you: 15. Made new friends: #TeamONIBE 16. Fallen out of love: That would require me to fall in love with someone first. 17. Laughed until you cried: I think it might have been when Mayushii and King did that disastrous cooking niconama. Like...what the actual fuck, do they seriously not know anything about basic kitchen safety and hygiene??? 18. Found out someone was talking about you: The number of times I’ve gone on to Discord and found out that someone in ONIBE was talkin’ smack about me... (｡･ˇ_ˇ･｡) It’s all in good fun though, haha. 19. Met someone who changed you: See #15. 20. Found out who your friends are: Nothing says "friendship” like screaming your heart out at an anisong concert, eating McNuggets while insanely drunk, sleeping while squished together in a seedy neighborhood, wotaing loudly in a moving vehicle, and other various activities I did with people I had never met in real life. ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ AX 2017 was hella great for ONIBE bonding. 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: I don’t think I’ve even used FB for non-work stuff since 2016 lol

General: 22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: If this means “I’ve actually met them in person and have had a decent conversation with them”, then maybe a few hundred? But if this means that I actually talk to them on a semi-regular basis, then, like...10, maybe. :’) 23. Do you have any pets: See my answer in the previous chain post I did. tl;dr I had a turtle and a dog in elementary school, but after that, no pets. I’d like to have a dog when I get a place of my own, though. 24. Do you want to change your name: Nope. 25. What did you do for your last birthday: Watched LLS Episode 13 in the morning and ate Korean BBQ in the evening. 26. What time did you wake up: Today? I honestly don’t remember. Sometime before 9? 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: Laughing at dumb shit on Twitter and Discord, probably. 28. Name something you can’t wait for: The Delayed Viewing for the 2nd Live for the US! I’m making plans to meet up with ONIBE folks again and it’s gonna be ~L I T~ 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: Early in the morning. She was like “lol get up and lose some weight” while I was still in bed so I groaned back, “You’re one to talk,” and went back to sleep. 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: I was gonna say “how about eliminating my student loans haha” but I suppose this is supposed to be a more serious question. I guess it’d be nice if I was a neater person. Like, my room is a total mess right now and I’m terrible at keeping track of things I should be working on... 31. Listening right now: Fun fact - I actually only listen to music while I’m driving. Otherwise, it distracts me from what I should be doing. 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Yup, that was the name of my debate coach when I was in junior high. 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: People who hate on LL seiyuu. Like, they’re actual human beings who are working really hard to live up to the expectations of thousands - no, millions of people worldwide. To be quite honest, I invite you to tell me if you legitimately want to shit on any one of them (both µ’s and Aqours), because I have yet to see a single person who has had a good justification for doing so. 34. Most visited website: Probably Tumblr/YouTube/Twitter/Reddit, too lazy to figure out which one of those it is.

Jaewhy put in random questions here because they were missing for some reason, so I guess I’ll continue those: 35. Mole(s): I have a few around my face, but other than the one on my right cheek I don’t think they’re that noticeable? I don’t spend a lot of time in the sun like other Californians. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 36. Mark(s): I have a birthmark on the backside of my right shoulder that I’m sort of self-conscious about. It’s the perfect shape for getting a tattoo of a sunflower around it, so maybe I’ll do that some time in the future? 37. Childhood dream: Lawyer. 38. Hair color: I feel like I’ve answered this in a previous chain post, but it’s black. Duh. Though if you hold it up to the sun, some of the ends are more like dark brown. 39. Long or short: Long. 40. Do you have a crush on someone: See #16. Nope. 41. What do you like about yourself: I’ve spent an unhealthy amount of time staring at computers/video games and I still don’t need glasses. :D 42. Piercings: No, but I should probably get my ears pierced at some point? 43. Blood type: O. 44. Nickname: Yujacha, but a lot of people shorten it to “Yuja”. 45. Relationship status: Single. 46. Zodiac: Libra, Dog. 47. Pronouns: I feel like it’s obvious what gender I am, so just go with those. 48. Favorite TV show: I don’t really watch TV these days, but if I’m kicking back with some hot cocoa at like 2am I might watch Criminal Minds or something. 49. Tattoos: Nope, but like I said in #36 I’ve been thinking about it. 50. Right or left hand: Right. 51. Surgery: Wisdom teeth removal is technically dental surgery. 52. Hair dyed in different color: I had highlights in my hair a few years ago, but they faded real quick. I’m vaguely considering dyeing it brown in the distant future...? 53. Sport: It’s fun to watch the occasional match when there’s a World Cup or Olympic thing going on, but otherwise I have no interest. 54. (A question I came up with since #54 was missing) Extracurricular activities: I was a debate kid for most of my school life, and in college I was in the Korean Club and Student Union. 55. Vacation: Does the 2nd Live DV later this year count? 56. Pair of trainers sneakers *American anthem plays in the distance*: I actually need new ones because I’ve tripped while hiking on at least two separate occasions due to my shitty old sneakers.

More general: 57. Eating: Haven’t yet. 58. Drinking: Wasn’t this literally the first question? 59. I’m about to: Eat. 60. (This question was missing so I'll make one up again) Thinking about: What to eat lol 61. Waiting for: 2nd Live DV~ 62. Want: Money tbh 63. Get married: I’d like to at some point, but at the moment I’m kinda tired of hearing about it from every middle-aged woman who talks to me (including my own mother). 64. Career: Working on it.

Which is better: 65. Hugs or kisses: Hugs, because they’re warm and comfy and can be shared by complete strangers. 66. Lips or eyes: I was gonna repeat a previous answer and say “eyesmiles” but since this is “lips or eyes” rather than “smiles or eyes”, I guess my answer would fall more under “eyes”. 67. Shorter or taller: Bruh, if someone’s shorter than me then I’d need to check their ID to make sure they’re not jailbait. Taller. 68. Older or younger: I’ve never dated anyone so I honestly wouldn’t know, but I’d probably look for someone close to my age first? 69. (Lmao why was 69 missing :3c I’ll just make something up again) Outgoing or shy: The former, since I’m lazy. If someone doesn’t drag me to places I’ll just lay in bed all day. 70. Nice arms or stomach: It’s actually really hard for females to have a toned stomach, so any gals with abs are like ooh~ 👀 But I actually like hands! I have smol stubby fingers so I really dig people with nice hands. 71. Sensitive or loud: The former, because I don’t need the entire neighborhood to know when I’m gettin’ laid kthnx 72. Hook up or relationship: Relationship, because sure why not? 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: Maybe the former, but if they’re being too much of a lil’ shit then I’d go for the latter instead. I’ve dealt with friends who take like 20 minutes to decide what to order from a menu so I know that feel. :’)

Have you ever: 74. Kissed a stranger: Nope. 75. Drank hard liquor: Yup. 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: I’m pretty sure I annoyed half of ONIBE during AX when I went “haha y’all are blind af” after I found out I was pretty much the only one who didn’t have corrected vision. 77. Turned someone down: I was about to say “no” and then I got a sudden flashback to a certain incident in college, wow thanks for making me remember something I had tried to forget...sooo, uh, yup. 78. Sex on the first date: See #6. 79. Broken someone’s heart: IDK if turning someone down counts as breaking their heart. 80. Had your heart broken: ...yes. I think? 81. Been arrested: Nope. 82. Cried when someone died: Do fictional characters count? 83. Fallen for a friend: Uhhhhh...kind of? It was complicated.

Do you believe in: 84. Yourself: I’d like to think that I do. 85. Miracles: KISEKI DA YO~ ...sorry, I had to. Yeah. 86. Love at first sight: Shukashuu is living proof of this. 87. Santa Claus: Nope, sorry Maki!!! 88. Kiss on the first date: Sure.

Other: 90. Current best friend(s) name: IDK if I have one. :’) 91. Eye color: I’m Asian, take a wild guess. 92. Favorite movie: I don’t really have a favorite, but I did like “Kimi no Na wa.” (Your name.) so much that I made it my phone’s lock screen.

Tagging: I've only tagged people the first time I did one of these and I’m gonna try to keep it that way. If anyone who reads this wants to give it a go, feel free~

#yujachat #chain post #queuetie panther #edited the words from british to american english spelling BECAUSE I CAN HAHA #are these even interesting to people why would u wanna know about boring old me

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artificialqueens · 7 years

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But I'm A Cheerleader! - Chapter 15 (Aja x Farrah) - Millie

A/N: fortunately we were blessed with real-life Farraja this week, sorry just about to have a fangirl moment here!! Someone please message me so we can freak out together lmao (shameless plug for @artificialmillie) And apologies for the slightly short and messy chapter, I’ve been hounded with work all week -_-

“She’ll come around, okay?” Sasha reassured Aja through the phone. “Maybe it’s just hard for her to take in.”

Aja collapsed onto her bed, exhausted from crying. Her mother had desperately tried to comfort her, but Aja couldn’t bear to see her share the grief. Certain situations were reserved for your best friends just by default.

“Yeah, maybe next century,” she replied.

“She’s supposed to be one of your best friends,” Sasha said. “Try talking to her alone and calmly, and I’m sure she’ll understand.”

“No,” she said pointedly. “I don’t want to right now.”

“Well, what are you gonna do?” Sasha asked, and Aja knew that “I’ll continue moping, thanks” probably wasn’t the right answer.

“I don’t know,” she huffed. “Sleep it off?”

“Not a bad idea, actually,” Sasha said. “Go to sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Goodnight.” She hung up and threw her phone to the end of her bed in a burst of anger, proceeding to pull herself up and turn off the light. She retrieved her phone and got under her covers, too enraged to even think about sleep.

Farrah How did it go? Aja’s tense muscles relaxed, and a weak smile appeared on her face, despite her current emotions.

Aja Absolutely shit. And you?

Farrah Not bad, I guess. And what happened? :(

Aja Everyone - I think - was alright with it apart from Alexis. She was so pissed.

Farrah At least most of them were okay?

Aja But she’s supposed to be one of my best friends. And her reacting like this makes it feel like I have no support.

Aja could feel herself tearing up again, and she bit down on her bottom lip.

Farrah Call me.

Neglecting her worries of sounding like a blabbering mess, she rang Farrah, who picked up before the first ring had even sounded.

“Talk to me,” she demanded. “Get it all out.”

Aja had never been so grateful to hear that girl’s voice. Immediately, she began to rant, letting her fury loose and setting it on her listener. Farrah was silent, bar when she filled in the gaps with “mhmm” and “I agree”. Aja had soon burst into floods of tears again, the anger she felt growing ever stronger.

“So, yeah,” she finished with a sniff. “That’s the story of my disaster evening. How was yours?”

“They took it okay,” Farrah said. “They didn’t jump up and scream with joy, but they didn’t act like your friends.”

“At least we’ve got one group on our side.” Aja let out a sigh.

“God, I hate seeing you upset,” Farrah said. “Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?”

“Just you being here helps,” Aja croaked. “I just wish you were actually here.”

“Come over,” she said jokingly.

“Can I actually?” Aja asked, trying and failing to hide the sheer hope in her voice. She couldn’t stand to be alone right now.

“I mean, sure,” Farrah said. “If that’s alright with your mom.”

“It’ll have to be.” Although the warmth of her bed was tugging her back, Aja pushed herself out of it, nothing but the thought of a bountiful hug from Farrah keeping her moving. 9pm wasn’t a ridiculous time to go to someone’s house, right?

“Don’t cry; don’t cry; don’t cry,” Farrah insisted, taking Aja into her arms as soon as she stepped through the door. Farrah’s mom was already prepared in the kitchen with mugs of mint tea for them both, a warm smile accompanying them. Aja managed to hold in her tears this time.

“Aja, sweetie, are you okay?” her mom cooed, peering round the kitchen door.

Farrah pulled away and rested her hand on Aja’s lower back.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be alright,” she said, forcing a smile. “Thanks for letting me come over.”

“It’s no problem,” she said, bringing the two cups to the girls in the hallway. “If you need anything, just shout.” She retreated back to the kitchen, and Aja was grateful to be left alone with her friend.

She took a long sip of her tea, while Farrah looked at her with forlorn. “Do you want to go upstairs?” she asked, and Aja nodded in response.

Farrah was that one person who had snacks in her room at all times, which she offered to the upset girl gratuitously. They both squeezed onto Farrah’s single bed, curling up together and surrounding themselves with snacks. Farrah wrapped a caring arm around Aja, and pulled her into a secure hug.

“So,” she began, “what do you want to do? We have all the snacks we could ever need; will that cheer you up?”

Aja chuckled weakly. “I don’t know what I want to do,” she said, absently tugging at the hem of her cheer t-shirt. Taking it off once she’d got home had been the last thing on her mind. “I’m just… angry.”

“I’m not surprised.” She squeezed Aja close to her. “What do you think practice will be like tomorrow?”

Aja’s stomach sank. “Ugh, I don’t even want to think about that,” she groaned. “I bet everyone will be watching us, especially Alexis so she can find some other reason to hate us.” She clenched her fists, her fingernails digging aggressively into the palms of her hands.

“Whoa, whoa, chill,” Farrah said. “She doesn’t hate us. She doesn’t hate you.”

“It sure feels like it.” Her voice cracked.

Farrah pulled her closer - if that was even possible - and gently kissed the top of her head. Aja almost froze and tensed up at the unexpected action, but quickly relaxed into her touch. It was calming to just lay there in her arms, everything silent and unmoving, with her posture bordering on protective. She wanted to reach out and grab some candy from Farrah’s collection of snacks, but wouldn’t dare break the embrace. Aja wondered if she’d always liked Farrah’s hugs this much.

At some point that evening, Aja had begun to drift off into a calm sleep. It seemed that Farrah didn’t have the heart to push her out of the bed, let alone her house, and so they both had to make do with the small space they had; normally when one slept over, they’d be in separate beds, and this was their first time together.

“Are you comfy?” Farrah asked Aja, whose eyes were already fluttering shut. She climbed into her bed and shuffled up closer to her in fear of falling out of it.

Aja gave a small, slow nod, and mindlessly tugged on Farrah’s t-shirt to pull her towards her. Farrah obliged and wrapped her arm around her before switching off the lamp beside her. The dark had an immediate effect on their energy, and both were now far too tired to talk. The last thing Aja remembered as they fell asleep was Farrah’s breath tinged with the smell of mint, and the lack of space between them. And in that moment, she asked herself if it was possible to be so angry yet so at peace at the same time.

Aja woke up the next morning to the feeling of Farrah slipping out of bed. Of course, she’d woken up at her usual earlier time and was already getting ready while Aja stayed curled up under her covers.

She briefly opened her eyes and noticed that Farrah had neglected to switch on the light, which she was grateful for. Over by the wardrobe on the other side of the room was Farrah, quickly flicking through her clothes until she found something she liked. Once she’d picked something out, she dropped it to the ground and lifted her current t-shirt off and over her shoulders, exposing her tan skin. Aja was mesmerised for a moment as she watched her slowly remove the shirt, chucking it to the floor and revealing a black, lace bra. She stared for a second before she realised what she was doing and then quickly rolled back over, embarrassed and blushing profusely.

Farrah’s head snapped towards her direction. “Good morning, sleepyhead,” she teased.

Aja stretched to pretend she’d only just woken up. “Morning,” she said.

“How are you feeling?” she asked.

She turned over again, and Farrah had a shirt on. She stood resting on one leg, her expression showing concern.

“Better than yesterday, I guess,” she said. “Do you have anything I can wear today?”

Farrah didn’t look convinced, but decided to move on with the subject change. She forked through her clothes and paused when she came to a sweater. She took it off the hanger and presented it.

“This is yours, actually,” she said, looking down. “The one you let me borrow. I’ve got the jeans, too. I’ve been meaning to give them back.”

Aja’s eyes widened - she’d completely forgot about them. “Oh, that’s great,” she said. She pushed herself up and out of Farrah’s bed and grabbed the clothes. “I’ll go and get changed.”

Aja felt oddly awkward, but she couldn’t shake the feeling why. Maybe it was the fact she’d shared a bed with Farrah for the first time, or maybe because she’d - and she hated to admit it - unapologetically watched her get changed. She’d never thought of Farrah in that way before, and in all honesty, she didn’t want to. They were friends, and that was it; if anything went further than that then she’d risk their entire friendship.

Sighing, she made her way to the bathroom to get changed. Her sweater now smelt of Farrah’s perfume, but it wasn’t overwhelming like she thought it would be. The sweet scent of roses with Aja’s current worries circling through her head just made her question more, although no query she had was distinguishable amongst the crowd. Maybe she had enjoyed her company last night just as much as she’d done previously; maybe she had felt that kind of peace within her before; or perhaps she was just grateful for Farrah being there when she needed it most, just like Sasha had been. But what if what she was feeling now was something entirely different? God, was she confused as hell.

#but i'm a cheerleader #millie #farraja #aja #farrah moan #rpdr fanfiction #cheerleader au #lesbian au

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annieleonhardt · 8 years

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A Lesson in Family

Or, me having no excuse but trying to get rid of writers block. This isn’t even a full drabble. It’s a snippet of an au me and my partner in crime have been talking about for like two years that’s super feel-good and perfect for times like now, when I’m sick, in pain, and in need of that Good Aruani.

I believe I’ve talked about this one on here before? Armin’s a Kindergarten teacher, Annie’s a single mom to a five year old, and they start dating. Later, it turns out that- well honestly it’s here so. No need to explain lmao. Just a fun little drabble as I am horribly ill in bed!

Enjoy

AO3

“Armin. You’ve been on the floor staring at the ceiling for two hours.”

He responded with a barely intelligible grunt.

“Armin, come on.” Eren grabbed his hands and started to drag him across the carpet, with Mikasa standing on and observing the sad display. Of course, it was because of her he was in that position. All she did was lay down the truth.

“I mean, nothing is concrete. So you slept with Annie years ago, that doesn’t necessarily mean you’re the father of her kid.”

Armin shot a glare at Eren. “I know Annie. She really doesn’t get around. I may have been her first and only, even. And just, think of the math here. Abigail was born in March. The party was at the end of June.” Eren cocked an eyebrow, but Mikasa at least caught on. “That’s exactly nine months before.”

“Ohh.”

“Yeah.”

Armin rolled his eyes, but continued on. “And...she looks like me.”

“You and Annie both have the same eye and hair color, though.” Mikasa pointed out, but Armin simply laughed.

“It’s not their color, it’s the shape and the look. She has Annie’s nose and mouth, but those are exactly what my cheeks looked like when I was a child. And those eyes are definitely mine. I just….” To both of his roommate’s surprise, he started to become very choked up. “She’s so smart.”

“...Alright, alright, come here.” With a huff, Eren hoisted his best friend off his rug and lumped him on the couch. “You’re clearly in need of a moment, so I’ll go get the brandy and you and I can talk about the joys of fatherhood.”

Armin wiped his tears, and responded with a grunt that Eren quickly took as a yes. As he skipped off to the kitchen, Mikasa slowly sat down next to her best friend and sighed.

Before he could even look her way, he felt the phone drop on his lap.

“I’m not saying you should call her now, but you should call her. Eventually.”

“What would be the point? I’ll be seeing her tomorrow. At school. Before our date. When she’s picking up her daughter for whom I teach. Oh, I mean our daughter. She’s my daughter, after all.” His hands dragged down his face. “Oh my god, I have a daughter.”

“How do you feel about Annie?”

“I’m crazy about her.” Despite himself, the smile pulled at his lips. “Of course I’m beyond in love with her, Mikasa, but I never would have...I had almost completely forgot about that night, and to think it was her? She left before I woke up, forget getting her number. How could I ever have forgotten her, and...we had a baby. I’m a father.”

“Mazel tov!” Eren shouted, coming in with the promised sweet release of liquor. “A shot for Armin, a shot for me, and...none for you, preggers.”

Mikasa’s lips pressed into a line, even as her snickering husband plopped down next to her and pecked her cheek.

“Listen, Armin. Being a dad is great.” Eren downed his shot, slamming the glass on the coffee table. “I mean, yesterday Peter and I were at the mall shopping for new pillow shams, and somehow we ended up in the toy section of Target, yeah?”

Armin nodded, unwilling to stop his best friends version of emotional support.

“So Peter and I both started looking at this kick ass set of legos-”

“-And he bought it because nothing was stopping him, no one could judge him because HEY, it’s for his son! Eren, you know I love you more than life itself, but I don’t think this is helping.” Mikasa put a calming hand on his shoulder, holding in a snicker as Eren pouted. “What he’s trying to say is that, Armin, you’re a natural in this role. You’ve been dating Annie for four months and Abby already calls you dad sometimes. Maybe it’s fate.”

“...yeah. Doesn’t make up for not being there for five years.”

He buried his face in his hands, sinking deeper into the pillow cushions. “How am I supposed to explain this? ‘Hey, Annie! I’m excited for dinner tonight! Oh, by the way, if you were still wondering who drunkenly knocked you up so very romantically at a college party that one time, it was me! You want another baby? Look no further, apparently I’m very fertile!’”

After letting out a loud groan, the three fell silent. Something which didn’t last.

“Hm. It’s not often the father gets to break that to the mom-”

“Not helping, Mika.”

“...I think someone needs another round of brandy!”

“Eren, don’t get him drunk! His mind is fragile enough right now!”

“Yeah, don’t get me drunk! I might spawn another unknown offspring somewhere!”

“Oh, come on, I’ve seen you drunk plenty of times over the past five years and that only happened once.”

As if they were back in high school, the three began talking over each other. A mix of frustration and laughter, each voice blending until no one could truly understand what was being said. At the very least, it did well to calm Armin’s nerves. Bantering with his best friends always did just that.

Of course, then the phone rang.

He jumped, forgetting it was even on his lap. As it landed on the ground they all stared, waiting for someone to move and pick it up.

That someone ended up being Mikasa, eager to break the tension.

“Hello?” She answered calmly, “Oh, hey Annie.”

Armin felt his heart leap from his chest. Before she could even say anything else he hopped up, grabbing the phone from Mikasa’s hands. He mouthed an apology.

“Annie!” His tone was far more excited than intended. He cleared his throat. “A-Annie, how are you?”

“...Fine. What’s with you? You sound like someone bit you in the ass or something, tiger.”

The snark and affection in her tone was enough to at least ease him a bit. He sat up straight, smiling as he replied.

“I-It’s nothing. Busy night, you know.”

He leaned back, trying his best to truly relax. His best friends watched with interest and anticipation. Nosiness, more than anything.

“Not too busy though, of course. I’ll always make time for you.” He snickered, fidgeting his fingers as she talked on the other end. “Is something- Oh? At this hour, are you sure?”

Eren and Mikasa leaned in. Armin quickly shooed them both away with his hand.

“Do you want me to bring anything? Hm. Okay. O-Okay, yeah, I’ll be over in a bit. As fast as I can.” His brows knit, but the smile on his face softened into something incredibly sincere. “I love you too.”

He hung up, and sat there for a moment to catch his breath.

“...So what’d she say??” Unlike his wife, Eren did little to hide how nosy he was in that moment.

“She wants me to come over. Nothing bad! She just wants to tell me something. I guess. Hm.” He stood up, heading toward the coat rack.

“Should we wait up for you?”

“No!” His keys fell from the hook as he reached for them, adding to his slight agitation. “I might lose sleep tonight, but you guys shouldn’t have to. I’ll see you at breakfast, okay?”

“Alright. Don’t get home too late.” Mikasa shifted, leaning against Eren as they got comfortable on the couch.

“Yeah, and don’t knock her up again while you’re out-” Eren just barely dodged a flip flop thrown right at his head, laughing as Armin glared his way.

“I’m going to kill you, later. Just know that!” He yelled, before running out the door and toward his car.

#aruani #annie leonhardt #armin arlert #eremika #snk /

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