#like 'aww my buddy is sick :( I will cut my hair to look like the hair he once had to honor him'

[neatokeanosocks]

S/V MASCHIFF IS NOT AN UGLY LUMPY HOTDOG WITH A MUSTARD MULLET I REFUSE TO ACCEPT THE UGLY LUMPY HOTDOG WITH A MUSTARD MULLET THE UGLY LUMPY HOTDOG WITH A MUSTARD MULLET DOES NOT EXIST TO ME.

Maschiff is a reference to The Dark Crystal (1982)’s Fizzgig. This is reality. This is truth. I will accept nothing else.

[squill79]

Stormo

Finally wrote another Adventure Time fanfic! This is actually based off of an unused episode concept that Adam Muto once mentioned. I always wished that Goliad and Stormo would get a follow up episode after their debut in Goliad's titular season 4 episode. Enjoy!

(We open on Finn and Jake on their way to the Candy Kingdom. It is Stormo's fourth birthday. Finn is carrying a gift)

Jake: "Man, I don't see why you insist on doing this every year. That thing gives me the creeps."

Finn: "He's not a thing, he's my son. And I don't wanna be a poo-brained washed-up loser of a parent like my bio-dad."

Jake: "Yeah I get that, but that eyeball dude. It freaks me the bajeebs out!"

Finn: "Oh come on Jake, it's not so bad! If it weren't for his big ol' eyeball keeping Goliad in check, the whole Candy Kingdom would be all donked up."

Jake: "Yeah I guess. I still don't like it."

(Finn and Jake arrive at the Candy Kingdom. They get to the top of the castle where Stromo is still holding Goliad back)

Finn: "Why if it isn't the birthday boy! Four years old and not looking a day past two. How's it been Stormo?"

Stormo: "..."

Jake: "You know he can't speak right?"

Finn: "Yeah but I like to pretend he does. (Finn grabs the gift and presents it to Stormo) Unkie Jake and I got you a present Stormo!"

Stormo: "..."

Finn: "I'll open it for ya. (Finn unwraps the gift and holds up a pair of scissors and razor) Whaaaaat!?! It's a haircut! Come on, let's trim that beautiful scalp of yours buddy!"

Jake: "Are you sure he wants a haircut? I don't think he cares man."

Finn: "Awww come on! He doesn't want all that hair in his face, (Finn starts trimming Stormo's hair) besides, if he's anything like his dad then his hair will grow quick as heck."

Jake: "Uuuuh... Finn"

Finn: "Yeah?"

PLOP

(Finn looks down. He sees Stormo's severed eye. He looks back at Stormo and sees that he accidentally cut his eye off)

Finn: "AAAAAHHHHH!!!!"

Jake: "Dude that's sick!"

Finn: "DUUUDE! NOW GOLIAD CAN GUNK UP THE WHOLE KINGDOM WITH HER MIND CONTROL JUNK!"

Jake: "OH DUDE WHAT DO WE DO?!?!?"

Finn: "We have to get PB. She'll know what to do-"

(The castle crumbles and Finn and Jake fall to ground level. They look up to seee Goliad mind controlling all of the candy citizens, including Princess Bubblegum, into forming a huge body, with Goliad taking place as the head)

Goliad: "Ha ha ha ha! Now that I have control, the kingdom is mine! I'm gonna demolish it all! Pretty soon the Candy Kingdom will be the Goliad Kingdom!"

Finn: "Dang man, Goliad's gunking things up hardcore! How do we stop her?"

Stormo: "Her eyeball."

Finn: "What?"

Stormo: "You need to cut off her eyeball like you did to mine. Then she'll lose her mind control powers."

(Jake fights off Goliad in the background)

Finn: "Dude you can talk?"

Stormo: "Yes. I've managed to pick up on your language from your previous birthday visits."

Finn: "But how come you never said anything?"

Stormo: "I never needed to. My sole purpose is keeping Goliad under control."

Finn: "Aww dude. You're more than just that."

Stormo: "That's very sweet but that's not important right now."

(Goliad slams Jake down on the ground)

Goliad: "Brother! You had the option to join me! We could have ruled together! But here we are! You chose this!"

Jake: "Hey man, how do we stop her?"

Finn: "Stormo says we gotta cut off her eye."

Jake: "Yeah but how do we do that? She's like crazy tall now."

Stormo: "I can give you two a lift."

Finn: "Yeah let's go Stormo!"

(Finn and Jake get on top of Stormo and he rides them up Goliad's body of candy people)

Finn: "Hey Stormo, how are you able to see Goliad without your eye?"

Stormo: "It's our shared psychic link we have as siblings. I can sense her being even without my eyesight."

Finn: "Oh rad."

(Stormo finally reaches the top of Goliad and Finn takes the Night Sword out of his backpack and points it towards Goliad)

Goliad: "Brother, why would you help them? They are the enemy!"

Stormo: "I'm sorry sister, but you have gone too far."

(Finn slices Goliad's eye off. Finn, Jake, Stormo, Goliad, Princess Bubblegum, and all of the candy citizens fall to the ground)

Princess Bubblegum: "(Hazy and confused) Dude what???"

(Cut to about three hours later)

(Bubblegum is seen repairing Stormo's eye in her lab)

Princess Bubblegum: "There we go, good as new!"

Stormo: "Thank you princess."

Jake: "Sorry for being grossed out by your eye."

Stormo: "That's ok. It is crazy nasty."

Finn: "So now that Goliad is locked up, what are you gonna do? You can stay with me and Jake if you want."

Stormo: "Thanks, but it's time I explore the world for myself and find a new purpose. I have been static for far too long. I'll see you around dad."

(Stormo jumps out the window and runs off into the sunset)

Finn: "Happy birthday Stormo."

[killemwithkawaii]

L.S.S.: Looks like we have some more questions to answer.

Mitch(3): Eheh, figures- they got a taste, and now they're just gonna keep comin...~

Mitch(3): What’dja do this time, Polly? Fuck up your hair again and now you’re too fugly to go out in public? I keep tellin ya ta quit tryin ta bleach it yerself…

L.S.S.: Are you okay, MJ? I know you haven’t been feeling well, being off your meds… have you gotten worse?

Mitch(3): Wait, they’re sick? …No wonder they haven’t come around ta bug me… Well, get better so you can come over an cook me somethin’. I got yer shit all bagged up when you do.

L.S.S.: …I have a feeling that’s not gonna happen any time soon… Uh, the crop top is… Mitch likes it when I dress this way. I didn’t really bring anything else to wear, so…

Mitch(3): Eheh, I love seein you walk about in those little short-shorts, too… eye candy AND easy access~ Now you just gotta get outa this shitty mood so I can get ya outa them…

L.S.S.: What makes you say I’m in a ‘shitty mood’?  

Mitch(3): Cuz you’ve been no fuckin fun for the past couple days! 

L.S.S.: What? We’ve been hanging out and playing games and stuff-

Mitch(3): Pssh, yeah, and you’ve been all preachy and weird the whole time… won’t even take a couple shots er nothin with me [grumbling] so fuckin lame… I don’t know why you’re still fuckin’ here if you’re ‘clean and sober’ all of a sudden…

L.S.S.: … I don’t need to be wasted to have fun with you, you know…. 

Mitch(3): ……

....Eheh, I know you wanna be though. So what, are you just takin a tolerance break or somethin then…? I got stronger shit, if you need it. You’re already fried, Fisher. Ya might as well….~

L.S.S.: …. I’m not ‘fried’.

Mitch(3): [laughing] Riiiiight, Mr. 5,000-year-old Immortal Universe-Hopper... Ya'know, maybe you should lay off a little- That story was fuckin' nuts, even for me! [laughing]

Mitch(3): Ehehe, you like what’cha see, darlin’...? Yeahhh, it’s a pretty sweet gig around these parts- plenty of customers, and the Big Dog’s got the cops all wrapped around his finger, so I don’t gotta worry about nothin.... Even gave me this little slice a heaven away from it all so I don’t gotta deal with any nosey neighbors snoopin around. 

L.S.S.: I wouldn’t exactly call this place ‘heaven’...

Mitch(3): The doors right over there, if you got a problem.

L.S.S.: ….

Mitch(3): Aaaanyway, yeah, hit me up if you need somethin- first one’s free, and as you can see [gesturing to Sal]  I can be flexible with the payment plan, if I like the looks a ya [winks]

L.S.S.: Thanks Meadow. I'm doing my best...

Mitch(3): Oh. So you're the one that put him up to this bullshit? You his sponsor or something? Ew, gross... Never mind then, you pay full price, up front, in cash.

Mitch(3): Aww, your little buddy dropped off some groceries for ya, how sweet... lemme just- [slam-dunks nicotine patches, gum and lozenges in the trash can]

L.S.S.: ...Well that was unnecessary.... you could at least cut down on the cigs-

Mitch(3): Hmmmm, feels like a full-pack kinda day... oh, and I got all this juice to go through, too? Better get to work...~

L.S.S.: [sigh] ...

L.S.S.: 'Wolfy'? You mean him...? [pointing to Mitch]

Mitch(3): Ehehe, oooh, I kinda like that... What'cha think, Sally-cat?

L.S.S.: ...I gotta say, it's fitting...

Mitch(3): Eheh, hell yeah...

I started smokin and drinkin in high school and kept moving up from there... Not exactly hard to get your hands on the good stuff in Nockfell- you can't walk more than a couple blocks without somebody tryin ta sell you some addi, and once you get over the freaky black drip, that shit replaces your morning coffee AND your afternoon tea. I'd say about half the town is hooked now. Business is booming, and I got it made...~

L.S.S.: Yeah, you're really living the high life, Mitchie...

Mitch(3): ....

Like I said, the door's right fuckin there any time you wanna get your uppity little ass off my couch and go home. I'm sure that brother a'yurs would be thrilled to see you... [laughing]

L.S.S.: ....

Mitch(3): ...That's what I thought. Now quit bein all high and mighty or I'll put you outside with the other strays....

L.S.S.: .....

...Is that why you keep looking out the window? Are you looking for your cats?

Mitch(3): They're not my cats! Those assholes can fuck off whenever they want to... [barely audible] it's just... kinda weird that they haven't come scratching at the door for a few days... those little turds better not have gotten eaten er somethin...

L.S.S.: ... I'm sure they're fine. Maybe someone took them in?

Mitch(3): [grumbling].... yeah, maybe... not like I care either way....

L.S.S.: ...sure...

[handsomelyhiddleston]

Smitten - Tom Hiddleston x Curvy Reader

Filming sex scenes wasn’t the easiest task. There are weird nude undergarments or socks or tape or sometimes just a nude co-star…With Tom, though? There were nerves and feelings and a deep down hope that he couldn’t tell that you were incredibly turned on as he mimed fucking you twelve ways to Sunday.

“Cut! That’s a wrap on today. Great work guys!” the director called.

Tom collapsed onto your chest, laughing as the tension left his body. “These never get easier.”

“I don’t know” you teased, playing with his hair as everyone left the set so you two could leave the bed with some of your dignity. “It’s a lot easier with you.”

Tom held himself up on his elbows. “Don’t tell me your past romantic co-stars have been less than gentlemanly.”

“Not all of them.” You shrugged. Being a ‘larger than the Hollywood standard’ actress had put you in some…not very flattering roles in the start of your career. Sure, now you were the romantic lead with a conventionally attractive male actor, but lets just say you’ve dealt with a lot to get here.

“Well, I hope you know you deserved better.” Tom kissed the back of one of your hands, rolling off of you.

“Coming from you, I may actually believe it.” You laughed, gathering the sheet around you as you left the bed, grabbed your robe, and started walking towards your trailer.

The two of you filmed the movie…Where you’d usually fall asleep in one of your two trailers watching other movies…

The two of you attended interviews…Where Tom would almost always defer to you and even stuck up for you when a few interviewers were borderline sexist or would comment on your appearance…

The two of you even walked a few red carpets together…Tom’s hand always placed at your middle or  on your hip or in one of your hands...

He invited you out to eat with him before or after any shindig the two of you went to…

He’d walk you to your hotel rooms with kisses left on your cheeks…

He’d even tried to convince you to spend the week before the premiere in London with him…

In your mind, Tom was just too nice. He was nice to everybody. It all seemed very friendly…Until…

You hadn’t been watching the interviews as they’d been posted. Some interviews you did together with Tom and others you’d been split up and put with other actors from the movie.

Your phone pinged…

*best friend* - HAVE YOU SEEN TOM ON FALLON?!?

Before you could reply, your phone started blowing up.

You scrolled through the texts until you saw Tom’s

Tom – Darling, I hope you know how much you mean to me. Regardless of what your answer is, I’d never want to lose your friendship. It’s not every day you get to work with one so incredibly kind and thoughtful and talented and beautiful and…every moment I’ve spent with you has been a privilege. Please put me out of my misery and let me know you’ll at least let me see you again.

“What the fuck?” you asked yourself, opening your laptop and googling “Tom Hiddleston and Jimmy Fallon”

You saw that the Fallon YouTube channel had just posted Tom’s segment of tonight’s episode…

“How are you doing, buddy?” Fallon asked, pulling Tom into a tight hug.

“I’m doing incredibly well at the moment, actually.” Tom answered, sharing that the movie you two had filmed together had done extremely well on its opening weekend just a few days earlier.

“I know! It was amazing. I’ve seen it twice!” Fallon replied, always enthusiastic.

“I’m so glad you liked it. Y/n is incredible, right?” Tom turned to the audience, loving that they cheered when he brought you up.

“Oh my god, you two are so good together. I kind of thought maybe you two were…you know…” Fallon waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Tom threw his head back laughing, fidgeting with his tie and avoiding looking into the audience.

“Come on, you can’t tell me you two don’t have SOME sort of real chemistry. I saw the movie.” Fallon gave Tom a look like *Don’t lie*

“Well, perhaps we’re just incredible actors and you’re simply complimenting our craft.” Tom shrugged, trying to look anywhere but at Jimmy.

“Well, yes. The acting in the movie is amazing, but I don’t think that accounts for this.” Jimmy turned and pointed to the screen. It was a series of clips pulled from Tom’s interviews where all he did was gush about you.

“I missed being home, but it’s hard for anyone to stay upset when they’re around Y/n. She just lifts the mood in any room she’s in. You could say she makes anywhere feel a bit like home.” Tom had answered when a woman asked him if it was hard being on site away from home for 5 months.

When another interviewer asked Tom what his favorite line in the movie was, he answered, quoting one of your lines. “When she delivered it for the first time, it kind of took my breath away. I felt very unprofessional. I had to apologize and ask to start over. I couldn’t remember what I was supposed to say next. She tends to have that effect on me.” Tom laughed, a slight blush on his cheeks.

The final clip was one of an interviewer simply asking Tom how his day had gone. “I feel all out of sorts, if I’m being honest. Y/n isn’t here today because she woke up not feeling the best and with Covid still being an issue, she didn’t want to risk getting anyone else sick.” Tom answered with a sad smile on his face. When the interviewer shared that they hoped you would be okay and feel better soon, Tom answered with “I’ll make sure to pass on your sentiments when I bring her food later on.”

“COME ON!” Fallon laughed, throwing his arms up.

“I know, I know. I’m not very good at hiding how I feel, I guess.” Tom admitted, leaning back against the couch and laying his arm across the top. The crowd went wild.

“So, you admit it! Are you two together?!” Fallon asked, sitting on the edge of his seat.

“Unfortunately, not.” Tom answered, ducking his head as his cheeks flushed.

“Why?!” Jimmy asked. “You’re clearly smitten!”

“Hey, it’s not my fault!” Tom rebutted, looking to the audience for support. “I’ve tried!”

“Aww, now I feel bad for bringing it up.” Fallon chuckled and looked at the audience as they collectively ‘aww’ed. “How could anyone turn down this?!” He gestured towards Tom as the audience cheered.

“Well, if I’m to be completely honest I guess I haven’t actually TOLD her how I feel.” Tom confessed.

“Wait, what do you mean?” Jimmy paused.

“Well, I thought she’d catch on. I assume she has.” Tom laughed, fidgeting in his seat. “I’m pretty sure everyone else that knows the two of us can tell I’ve fallen completely head over heels for her.”

“Tom, Tom, Tom.” Jimmy shook his head.

“What?” Tom asked, nervous about what the answer would be.

“I’m sorry to have to tell you this, but I think you may just be horrible at flirting.” Fallon said with a straight face, the audience busting up laughing after.

“Do you think?” Tom replied, eyes gone wide in exaggerated surprise.

“I mean, I think you’re just so nice.” Jimmy laughed, trying to stay serious…“that everyone thinks you’re flirting with them…Which means, when you’re trying to flirt it just blends in.”  

“Well, how would you suggest I stand out then?” Tom asked, putting his elbow on his knee and leaning his chin on his fist like he was really paying attention.

“I mean…” Fallon slowly pointed towards the camera. “You gotta shoot your shot, right?”

The audience went wild at the suggestion. “Oh, dear.”

“I can scrap this and we can just talk about the movie.” Jimmy offered, making sure Tom knew that none of this had to go on the air.

“I mean, if it’s truly that obvious to everyone what have I got to lose, right?” Tom answered.

“That’s what we like to hear!” Jimmy cheered with the audience.

“Well…Y/n.” Tom paused, a soft smile on his face. “I don’t quite know where to start. I feel as though I may have been remiss by not just telling you how I feel. The consequence of such is that now I’m doing it in front of all of these people *gestures to the audience*…and I’m sure you’re laughing at how red I’ve gone and how flustered I am so I’m going to get to the point. Darling, you’re an incredible woman. I could list a million reasons why, but hopefully later you’ll give me the time to tell you them in person. What I really want to tell you now is that you make me happy. You inspire me. You make me want to be the best version of myself and you even make me believe I can achieve it. I’d be honored if you’d give me a chance.”

Fallon had tears in his eyes and most of the audience did, as well. “I…That was so beautiful. I think we need to go to a commercial break.” He was all choked up and stood to give Tom a hug.

You pulled up Tom’s text, your fingers hovering over the keyboard. “Are you still in New York?” you text him. The two of you were there for interviews. You were even staying in the same hotel.

“I am.” He text back, but the ‘typing’ bubble stayed. “Did you watch it?”

“I did.” You answered. “Come over?”

You saw the ‘typing’ bubble pop up and then disappear a few times. Instead of a text, you heard a knock at your hotel door.

“So?” Tom asked when you opened the door. He looked nervous, a look you didn’t often see from him. He had his glasses on and his hair was an adorable mess. He was even already dressed in his night clothes.

You didn’t answer. Instead, you stepped forward and placed your hands on each side of his face, pulling his lips gently to yours. He quickly reciprocated, his hands finding your hips as he walked you backwards into your hotel room.

“And to think, I could have been doing that for a whole year already.” You teased him, connecting your lips again.

“Don’t worry, my sweet.” Tom answered, pressing kisses across your cheek and down your neck. His lips paused at the shell of your ear and his voice dropped. “It just means we’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”

[fandomscombine]

The Hargreeves Kerfuffle  Part 1 : Disastrous Childhood (Prologue)

TUA Series Part 1:  Disastrous Childhood

The Hargreeves siblings x Hargreeves!Reader (Familial Relationship)

An idea came to me at 2am after binging TUA S2 and rewatching S1 right after!

BG: The Reader is Number Eight. It follows how you fit into the structure of Season 1 and the family dynamic of the siblings.

This part follows when the young Hargreeves Siblings had their powers manifested and the development of The Umbrella Academy.

Contains: Sibling Angst and Fluff. Reginald being a crappy father but sometimes not really?

The series will consist of 10 parts. Where the reader would have a focused interaction with each sibling. (Eg. After this part, it would be Luther x Reader, then Diego x Reader and so on! –Yes Ben is included)

WC:2649

A/N: This is my first ever TUA fic and I’m doing a series. WOw ambitious I know. Anyways I hope you enjoy! And tell me how you feel about it!

>>MASTERLIST<<

>>THE HARGREEVES KERFUFFLE SERIES MASTERLIST<<

READ: [PART 2]  [PART 3]  [PART 4]

>>JOIN MY WRITING CHALLENGE!<<

~

On October 1, 1989, 43 women across the globe gave birth despite them not being pregnant when the day began. In news of this mysterious happenings, Sir Reginald Hargreeves immediately went out of his way to find as many of these special babies. He has successfully adopted 8 of these children and you were one of them.

One might think that when a person adopts not one, but eight kids would have so much love to give but they would be mistaken. Sir Reginald Hargreeves—Dad, was not a loving father. It would be a miracle for one to see the man show any other emotion apart from anger. Sir Reginald Hargreeves was distant and treated the children like they were experiments that the dynamic felt closer to a doctor/patient relationship. The children weren’t given actual names, only to be called by their numbers based on the order Sir Reginald Hargreeves had procured them. It was only when Grace, their robot mother insisted they have a real name, were the children given them. And so, the children were:

Number One - Luther Hargreeves

Number Two – Diego Hargreeves

Number Three – Allison Hargreeves

Number Four – Klaus Hargreeves

Number Five – Five Hargreeves

Number Six – Ben Hargreeves

Number Seven – Vanya Hargreeves

And finally,

Number Eight -  y/n Hargreaves

For 6 years, the only special thing about the children was that they were miraculously conceived and birthed within a day, the same day. However, on the 7th year , October 1 1996, more strange things started to happen to the children.

It first started with Ben at breakfast. Dad as usual is cold and strict more so in the early morning. ‘Sit up straight Number Six.’ He directed without even a glance up from his newspaper at hand.

‘Yes Sir.’

Beside him you place your hand on his and whispered, ‘You alright Ben? You look sick.’

He gulped. ‘Yea y/n.’ Wiping the cold sweat off his forehead.

‘You sure?’ you questioned, not buying it.

‘Umhmm never bett-----’

You expected vomit to come out but what happen next is something you would never though was possible.

Screams broke out everywhere.

You feel yourself being raised above the table. Looking down, you were 5 feet off the ground held by what seemed to be tentacles.

‘Take that!’ You hear some shout then a thud. Diego had brought down a knife to the tentacle that had suffocated him and in now laying on the floor covered in green blood.

The sight finally snapped you out of your shock, your fight or flight reflexes kicked in.

A quick sweep of your surroundings showed Five and Klaus on either side of you, they too are struggling with the ever-tightening grip of the monstrous arm.

While on the ground, Vanya and Allison are making their way to Ben in hopes of helping him control whatever all this that was coming out of his body. While Luther is fighting off the arms away from Diego who seem to have broken his leg from the fall.

Dad, Mom and Pogo are nowhere to be seen.

You move your head to the left, knowing that Klaus doesn’t do well in small spaces. ‘Klaus it’s okay buddy, Dad would find a way to fic this. Just breathe’ You choked out ‘Just breathe Klaus, everything’s gonna be alright.’

‘mmmm!’ That was Klaus’ only reply but you were thankful to see him to fidget less. He seemed to have taken your advice – how much of the second part of that advice be true, you genuinely don’t know.

You try to move your head to face the right towards Five but no dice. The arm was wrapping itself closer to your neck. ‘Five’ you call out, but it was barely a whisper. ‘five..’

‘Y/N!!’ Five’s scream was the last thing you heard before everything went black.

~

‘She’s broken a couple of ribs and sprained her neck. But’s she’s gonna be okay. Just needs time to rest.’

‘And how long would that time Pogo?’

‘She would need to say in bed for 2 to 3 months, Sir.’

You open your eyes and are greeted with blinding white light. Dad, Mom and Pogo surround your bed.

Grace tucks a stray hair behind you ear. ‘My baby, y/n. How are you feeling?’

‘Sore.’ You reply, noting the coarse sound of your voice. ‘How’s Ben? Klaus? Vanya?—’

Grace cut you off. ‘They’re all fine y/n. Though Ben is a bit roughed up.’ She says truthfully.

‘Number Six has appeared to have powers of summoning monsters with his body and he is currently under supervision.’  Reginald stated.

But something didn’t fit right. ‘But how did you calm him down? The whole fiasco back there was in total chaos?’ Voicing out all your thoughts and questions. ‘No one could get him to take back control, unless…..’ You couldn’t continue the thought. Your eyes go wide. There was no way. It was too harsh, but it was dad after all, he would do whatever means necessary to get what he wants.

Your dad smiles proudly ‘Ah yes. Y/n ever the cleverest of the bunch.’ You had observed that he had addressed you in your actual name instead of your number for the first time in your whole existence.  ‘Unfortunately, I had to sedate Number Six. You do understand that it was the only way.’

You open your mouth to argue.

‘No buts, Number Eight!’ Ah and now we’re back to number, you thought.

‘I’ll have Grace by you side whist you recover and Pogo here would relay your recovery progress to me daily.’

He was almost to your door when he faced you again. ‘Oh and Number Eight, When you feel something different or unusual. Do inform me of it immediately.’ And with that he left.

‘Pogo? What does he mean by feel different?’ Your nerves go up, worried about your siblings. ‘Is anyone hurt?’

Pogo sighs, after much contemplation he begins ‘Y/n dear. Today’s happenings uncovered that there are stranger yet special things about you children.’

You nod, not wanting to interrupt but also wishing he would hurry up and continue.

‘Ben isn’t the only one who have gotten powers today. During the kerfuffle, Diego has shown skill with a knife, Luther immense strength and Five had shown ability to teleport.’

Once again you found yourself in shock.

‘Your father has gotten the idea that you children have varying power wish are “activated” so to speak when reached the age of 7.’

‘Haha-OW’ You clutch your side.

‘Careful y/n, try not to do sudden movements—yes and that includes laughing too.’ Mom says, caressing your cheek.

‘When can I see them?’

‘I’ll try to persuade Reggie to allow them for a visit dear. But now I need you to rest.’

~

Sibling Visits are limited to 30 mins a day, right before the bedtime curfew.

All your siblings (expect Ben who was still under strict supervision and is recovering himself) came to see you the following night.

Allison was the first one through your door and ran to give you a hug. ‘Y/n! We are all so worried!’

‘Aww thanks—OW OW OW’

‘Oops sorry’ releasing you from her death grip of a hug.

Seeing that movements still hurt you. The rest opted not to hug you, Klaus and Diego held your hand, Vanya is sitting on the edge of you bed, Luther gave you forehead a quick kiss and Five being Five, greeted you with the typical sibling teasing. ‘Glad to see you not drop dead in front of me.’

Diego showed off his leg cast and asked you to sign it, which you happily did so. Signing ‘Badass as always. -y/n’ beside Ben’s note of ‘Diego is cooler than Batman’

The 30 minutes consisted recaps of what happened the day before, the gushing of the boys showcasing their powers and debating on who’s the most powerful.

And just like that, the time was up and each had to go to bed. Everyone kissed your head for goodnights, even Five.

‘You know I love you right?’ His eyes softer than you ever seen before

‘I know’

‘You really scared me yesterday when you blacked out.’ Five had his tough façade down. ‘I thought you died y/n.’

‘But I didn’t.’ You reach up to wipe his tears away. ‘It’d take something bigger, if you wanna get rid of me.’

He chuckled. ‘Night, y/n’

‘Good night, Five.’

~

3 weeks had passed, and your siblings never failed to visit you. Over that time, Klaus and Allison had manifested their powers. Klaus can conjure the dead while Allison could ‘rumor’ people to her will.

Ben came by 2 weeks later. His color is back to normal, not like the blueish tint it had the last time you saw him. Though he still had a few remnants of bruises and scars across his arms and face.

‘I’m sorry y/n.’ He said leaning on your door frame.

‘Ben!’ You exclaimed. ‘I’m so glad you’re back up and running!’

Ben was caught off guard. ‘You—You’re not mad at me?’

‘Why would I be mad at you?’ You questioned, genuinely confused at your brother’s words.

‘Cause, Cause I almost got you killed. I am a monster.’

You sat up straight at those words, your ribs hurt a bit at the sudden movement, but you didn’t care. Your brother was blaming himself for something he couldn’t have controlled.

‘NO BEN!’

Ben jumped from your sudden outburst.

You motioned for him to come closer.

‘Ben…’ looking into his eyes. ‘Ben you are no monster.’

‘But—’

‘uuh uh I’m not done’ You held his hand in yours. ‘You are no monster what happened then was an accident, nobody knew, heck nobody expected powers to just show up. It was beyond anyone’s control. It took us by surprise.’

His shoulders relaxed.

‘It wasn’t your fault. I don’t blame you for what happened.’

He gave you a bone crushing hug. ‘Thank you y/n. You don’t know how guilty I was feeling.’ Voice muffled by your shoulder, which is now wet with his tears. ‘I kept thinking about the pain I caused you and I wasn’t allowed to leave my room even when I begged dad to see you and say sorry. y/n’

‘Shhh shhh’ Rubbing his back. ‘It’s alright Ben. What’s important is that we’re all here now. Alive, Safe and sound.’.

~

You still have a month left for recovery.

Only you and Vanya are the one left who haven’t had their powers revealed.

Dad had created a group called ‘The Umbrella Academy’ in which he trained your super powered siblings. He even given them codenames to go along with their newfound powers.

Number One - Luther Hargreeves aka Spaceboy

Number Two – Diego Hargreeves aka The Kraken

Number Three – Allison Hargreeves aka The Rumor

Number Four – Klaus Hargreeves aka The Séance

Number Five – Five Hargreeves aka The Boy

Number Six – Ben Hargreeves aka The Horor

With this new training program comes with the downside of spending less time with your siblings. Your traditional Sunday afternoon sister bonding time Allison and Vanya is basically non-existent now. Sure the rest of siblings still drop by to check up on how you’re recovering but it is not as frequency as they once were- you totally understand though, it must be tiring to be part of ‘The Umbrella Academy’ but girl were you still hurt and wanted more than anything to be a part of it.

So, you spend most of your time with Vanya nowadays. You didn’t mind, it is nice to have someone along. Most of the time Vanya practices her violin in your room.

‘That was beautiful Vanny’ you commented after she finished a rendition.

‘Thanks y/n’ Her face flushed. ‘Maybe someday I’d be a famous violinist!’

‘I know you would.’ You say truthfully. ‘And I better get the best seats at your concerts okay? Nothing short of VIP treatment for your favourite sister!’

‘Don’t worry, I’ll make sure Allison would get that.’ Vanya teased.

Placing a hand dramatically to your chest ‘uhh I am offended! I thought I was your favourite sister!’

‘well... you thought wrong.’ Vanya tried to keep a straight face but failed. ‘You y/n are the VVIP guest!’

‘Now that’s more like it.’

~

That night you were tossing and turning in your bed.

In the training room, huge boulders were being tossed onto Luther’s back. He currently had 3 on him. ‘More’ he cried. It was an impressive feat to see. A 7-year-old carry the what had to be at least 5 times his weight.

It was at his 6th block when his legs start to shake.

‘Straighten up Number One!’ Reginald voice came through the speakers.

‘I-I’

‘Fix your posture! And stop babbling!’

He was trembling all over, the weight was far too much and carried far too long for just a young boy.

Any second now, he is gonna be crushed by the boulders.

‘LUTHER!’ You screamed. Cold sweat was plastered all over your face. You were still in your room- but it all felt so real.

You look over to your bedside table, 9:07

Training would have started an hour ago. You had time.

You took the stairs two at a time, bursting into the training room. ‘STOP’

Reginald stood from his seat. ‘Number Eight. What in the world are you doing here?’

‘STOP! Luther is gonna get hurt please stop it--.’ Ignoring his question.

‘Number Eight, what are you talking about? Number One is doing perfectly fine!’ He gestured towards the front.

He was right. Luther looks fine. In fact it looked like it was carrying a light backpack instead of 3 boulders. ‘But- But I saw—’ Then it hit you 3 boulders. 3 not 6.

‘More’ You heard him cried out, just like you had in your nightmare.

You stared at Luther, how could this be?

‘I saw him sir, he is gonna collapse from 6 boulders.’

At this, Reginald took interest. ‘You saw?’

‘Yes, I-I must have dreamt it.’ You slumped against the free chair, defeated. ‘but it felt so real.’

‘Let me everything you saw, and don’t miss a single detail’

And so, you did. By the time you finished, Luther was with his 6th block.

It was exactly like how things went down in your dream. ‘No No NOOOO!’

‘Release him!’ Reginald called at the last second. Standing he faced you. ‘Now y/n dear would you please come with me.’

He didn’t speak again until you were both in his office. ‘It seems to me Number Eight that your powers have finally manifested.’

‘what—’

‘A slight delay compared to your siblings, but I presume that it was due to you recovering from your injuries that your body had focus on your recovery first then powers.’

‘What about Vanya? Would she have powers?’

‘It seems that Number Seven has no powers gained.’ Standing in front of you. ‘But no matter now, what’s important is that you’ve got them.’ He placed his hands on your shoulders. ‘You would do great things Number Eight. To see into the future is a valuable asset to have indeed. For this I shall name you Foresight.’

This was it! You own codename!

Number Eight -  y/n Hargreaves aka Foresight.

‘I’m gonna be part of The Umbrella Academy?’ Overjoyed by your father taking pride in you that every other thought left your concern.

‘Yes Foresight. You will.’ Standing straight again. ‘However, your training would only start once you have fully recovered.’

‘Thanks Dad.’ Hugging him and for once showed the affection back.

You wish you could say that it was at this point where you and your siblings finally gotten a loving and healthy childhood. But you were wrong. Things only deteriorated from here on out with the Hargreeves household and by extension the dissolve of The Umbrella Academy.

END OF PART 1

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it’s too late to say sorry

update: part two is up and you can read it here 

authors note: IM IN A IMAGINE WRITING SPREE SOMEONE STOP ME PLEASE also i like using different names for the same characters im sorry :/

synopsis: hitoshi shinsou is known to be a top tier player, you only saw his as a jerk that toyed with other people's feelings, he was on his way for changing for the better; but he blew it.

word count: 1.9k words

warnings: !quirkless au! angst!!

!f*ckboy! hitoshi shinsou x reader 

him and his entire demeanour pissed you off, you were not someone that was hateful but man did this man get on your nerves. girls and guys were falling like flies case of his 'irresistible' aura, the thought made you scoff. he was just another one of those players that care for thing other than themselves and you were sick of this whole pedestal that people put them on, and him oh how you wanted to knock them down  and make them taste the reality of their destruction.

you and your best friends kendo and monoma were discussing what material you missed when you were sick on the way to the cafeteria, kendo perked up as if she remembered important information "oh also about the seating plan in chem.." you groaned and tilted your head back in annoyance, "don't tell me i'm sitting to this trust fund kid," you sarcastically pointed your thumb at the boy to your right, "shut it my dear peasant, you are a charity case to me so be grateful-" and as he was finishing up his sentence he got smack to the back of his head. "kendo that hur-" "be grateful that we haven't left you sorry butt yet." she let out a huff and continued what she was about to say as the three of you got to the cafeteria she took a shaky breath, "you kinda next to shinsou.."

you choked on air, "no no no no, i don't want o be next to a barney headed jerk-" before your rant even started you were cut off by the person behind you. "so you wanna continue talking about me behind my back or do you wanna say it to my face sweetheart, take your pick," you knew that voice, all too well. "first of all save your disgusting nicknames for a person that actually likes you." you turned your heel to give him the dirtiest glare you could fathom to show hitoshi shinsou.

"aww don't be like that baby.. i already know you'll turn around~" his smirk did not fall for a second, it only grew by the minute. "look i'm not looking to have anything on my criminal record, so if you want to keep your limbs in one piece i suggest you take my advice and piss off with my parting gift." you brought your fist to your mouth and shoved your middle finger in our mouth, and you proceeded to pull it out and flip him off and caught up with kendo and monoma who were laughing. 'they really are something else hm?' shinsou thought.

"man does he really put you in a bad mood hm?" neito teased and handed you the sandwich you wanted, "yeah she really did flip him off this time and threaten him?! i think that is the nicest exchange they've had all year!" kendo wheezed out, as you payed for your food you looked back to see shinsou sitting with his friends.

"so let's get this straight, you single handed moly pissed someone off so often they called you barney head, say they might break your limbs AND flip you off?!" kaminari screeched, while todoroki was purely confused, "did shinsou lose his ability to flirt his way out of this situation or something? cause honestly i feel like you lost you mojo a little bit." sero snorted at todoroki, "did you really have to say 'mojo'?" shinsou was just trying to figure out how to woo you now, his ultimate revenge as to get you to like him and break your heart and pummel it to smithereens.

now you had your chemistry class, and you were lab partners with shinsou, the given thought of being within a 2 metre radius of him mad you dread the class. the moment you walked in the class you saw a girl on his lap, her uniform was two sizes too tight, playing with his hair and her skirt rode up to show her red undergarments. "daddy~ can't we just skip?" you gagged at that nickname, the two of them stopped what they were doing and looked at you. the girl looked you up and down and she was obviously annoyed at your presence. "oh don't mind me i'm just a poor witness to see your panties on full display," you shrugged and made your way to your seat, "at least i have someone interested me," the girl smugly said, you rolled your eyes, "at least my coochie isn't free real estate."

the girl let out a 'hmph' and stormed out out the class, "free real estate? that's a new one." you didn't bother looking at him, and you opened your notebook and brought your data booklet out not even sparing him a glance. meanwhile the guy in front of you asked for a pen and you immediately complied and gave him one. hitoshi has never felt more offended from getting ignored and blown off again.

later in the class the teacher gave a worksheet to work on and you got stuck on a certain question and you didn't know what to do, "you forgot to balance the reaction so that's why you got the wrong answer." you looked to see shinsou looking at you, elbow on his table, "for someone who doesn't bother with class you remember a few things." you proceeded to add numbers to the elements that were written. for the rest of the class he continued to help you with your worksheet and the two of you got along for once. 'huh he may not be as bad as i thought he was.'

for the rest of the month he acted like this and it showed you that he wasn't the monster you thought he was, he was kind, considerate, funny and sweet. he avoided other girls too, "to think that you changed shinsou is actually kind of crazy, you're way more tolerable this way," you whispered as the two of you sat together and worked on some chemistry notes together, on his end of the story he was freaking out, he never felt this way, h heart was pounding out of his chest. he wanted it to stop, he was afraid. afraid of you not liking him back, he was afraid of commitment, he was afraid that he wasn't good enough for you.

"listen kaminari it is a reasonable plan, get them to like me, have them fall in love with me and boom i break up with her." for the past hour kaminari has been listening to shinsou on the phone go on and on about how he wanted to mess around with you, "they're an interesting person, they've got guts." the blond giggled, "i mean if you wanna quit the plan and hand them over to me-" "don't think about it rat."

meanwhile he was thinking about how he was so calm around you, he felt the need to drop his act and be himself around you. "looks like someone is getting attached~"

really? did he get attached? no what would be too cliché for his own good. so he sought his time to be taken by girls, other girls where were desperate to be in his attention span, "hey kaminari give me the number of every one of your flings i need to let off some steam.." shinsou needed to get you off his mind.

on the other hand you were talking to kendo, "okay look i know that i said he was trash and whatever but  he changed and.. i think i might like him." you were gushing over all the sweet things he did, all the sweet things he said, you saw all the signs that he returned your feelings. "i say go for it! shoot your shot when you can, just be careful and know that me and neito are here for you and will beat him up if he dares hurt you." kendo was really on edge with him, it was as if shinsou got possessed and she knew something wasn't right, but if he made you happy she couldn't stop you. "thank you kendo~"

it was as if a switch was flipped, the Hitoshi shinsou that you hated was back and had more playthings than ever, make out sessions in the halls, skipping classes to fool around with anyone and what hurt the most was that he was avoiding you like the plague. “he is going through a phase right now, i promise he is better than this you saw how he was weeks ago please guys you have to believe me.” you were crying in monomas room about your ruined week. you knew what was the truth and that was that you were played, you were a fool to think that he was changing for the better. “i knew he was a jerk, y/n you deserve better than this, you deserve someone that will really appreciate you, someone that won’t have to change and will be who they really are in front of you..” you looked up from lap and stared at monoma and kendo. ‘these are my people, they will never betray me.’ “i love you guys,” you declared as you threw your arms around their necks and cried your heart out. ‘hitoshi shinsou you will pay for doing me dirty like this.’

kendo forced you to stay home and rest, you were stressed and not in the head space to be at school right now. it was now lunch and kendo was livid, and was stomping down the corridor to give a piece of your mind to the jerk that broke your heart. “shinsou, i got a bone to pick with you.” she yelled at the purple haired boy, ‘finally i can see how y/n is doing’ he completely misread her words and saw them as an invitation to act buddy buddy with her so he jogged over. however he was not expecting a fist to the face, “you undeniable monster! do you know what you did to her?! you gave her false hope and you have the audacity to think that you can get anything about how she is right now?” her words truly leaked poison and showed she was not playing around, he had hurt you, and he needed to repent. “you think your pathetic superiority complex is something to sneeze at and turn a blind eye to? you think that just because you can play with peoples emotions you’re better than everyone else? well here’s what i think.” groups of people were surrounding everyone and were listening to kendo’s rant, shinsou’s heart dropped, he knew what this meant, he had hurt you. with each sentence the gap between the two got smaller until she got into his face and continued.

“it is disgusting how you can switch your act to lower other people’s guard and once they do so they are underneath your discrepancy and you crush them with no mercy,” flashes of you trying to talk to the guy you liked were flashing into keno’s head, she watched as he broke you down until you were pieces and now she was there for you as you were hopelessly trying to pick them up. a breath broke her flow of thoughts and brought her a second of peace. “stay away from my best friend.” and thats when the world stopped for shinsou, he did all of this to protect himself, he was scared cause there was a chance you could’ve liked him back but he ignored that and hurt you instead. “i’m sorry..” was all that he could say at this point. he couldn’t express anything right now, he was malfunctioning. “it’s too late to say sorry.”

[btsqualityy]

BTS Second Pregnancy Series Extras: Bringing Them Home

Kim Seokjin 

“Alright jagi, do you wanna sit in the front with me or in the back with Carson?” Jin asked as a nurse wheeled you outside of the hospital and Jin carried Carson in his car seat.

“I’ll sit in the back with him,” you replied and Jin nodded.

“Ok, just let me get him strapped in then,” he told you and you watched patiently as Jin opened up the backseat door and strapped Carson’s carseat in. Once he was done, he walked over to you and held his hands out.

“Thank you so much,” you said to the nurse as you let Jin help you out of the wheelchair.

“No problem, it was my pleasure,” she smiled. “Good luck.” She then turned and pushed the wheelchair back into the hospital while you got into the backseat of the car. Once you were settled, Jin walked around to the diver’s side and hopped in. 

“All ready to go?” He checked and you nodded your head. He then started the car, slowly pulling out of the hospital parking lot and onto the street.

“Have you checked on Kade today?” You wondered out loud and Jin nodded.

“Yeah, eomma said he’s been doing great,” Jin told you. “She said he misses us though.”

“Aw, I missed him too,” you smiled gently. “Pretty sure this is the longest that he’s been away from the both of us at the same time.”

“True, but I knew he’d do amazing,” Jin shrugged. Suddenly, Carson began whimpering and you turned your gaze downwards to look at him.

“What is it buddy?” You wondered, setting your hand on his little body when he began to squirm around in his carseat. 

“Is he wet? Or hungry?” Jin guessed and you shook your head after checking his onesie. 

“He’s not wet and I fed him before we left, remember?” You chuckled at Jin’s eagerness. You watched Carson reach up and try to pull on the straps of his carseat that were on his shoulders and your eyes widened in realization. “He doesn’t like the carseat.”

“What? How do you know?” Jin questioned.

“He’s trying to get the straps off his shoulders,” you giggled, reaching down and loosening the straps just a little bit so that he was able to move a little more. 

“Someone clearly doesn’t like being tied down,” Jin chuckled to himself. 

Min Yoongi

“Alright, come on Kam,” you whispered softly as you slowly lifted Kamryn out of the small, plastic bassinet that was in the hospital room. You then laid her down on top of a blanket that Yoongi had spread out on the bedroom beforehand, and she immediately started crying once you took your hands off of her. 

“It’s ok Kammie,” Yoongi murmured as he quickly worked on stripping her out of the onesie that she had slept in. He then grabbed a new one and began putting it on her. 

“She’s definitely not like Kins,” you chuckled. “Kins barely made a sound if she wasn’t hungry or needed to be changed.”

“I keep telling you, I feel like Kammie’s personality is gonna be more like yours,” Yoongi muttered as he finished snapping the last few buttons on Kamryn’s onesie. He then grabbed a small pair of pants and a pair of socks and put them on her as well.

“What are you trying to say Min Yoongi?” You giggled. “That I’m extra?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” he laughed, picking Kamryn up now that he was done dressing her and he held her close to his chest. Kamryn’s cries immediately ceased, and she snuggled further into Yoongi as he softly rubbed her back. “She’s clearly high maintenance too.”

“Wow, I’m feeling extremely attacked right now,” you chuckled as you reached over and grabbed the carseat, setting it on top of the bed. Yoongi then slowly placed Kamryn inside, which set off her cries again. You then reached into the diaper bag and grabbed a pacifier, turning back to Kamryn and gently easing it into her mouth. Kamryn latched onto it immediately, her cries stopping as she sucked on it.

“Great, another paci kid,” Yoongi sighed, making you laugh at him.

Kim Namjoon

“Be careful jagi,” Namjoon muttered as he helped you out of the car. You nodded your head and did your best to take your time getting out of the car, being careful of the stitches from your c-section. Once you were out of the car and standing in the driveway in front of your house, you watched as Namjoon walked around to the other side of the car and grabbed Maia’s carseat, as well as her diaper bag.

“Excited to be home?” Namjoon wondered as he walked over to you, grabbing your hand with his free one and leading you up to the front door.

“Beyond excited,” you nodded with a small smile. Once the three of you had made it to the front door, you unlocked it and opened it, stepping inside first and setting the keys on the hook next to the door. 

“Mommy!” You heard Mason yell and you looked up to see him running from the living room, with your mom not too far behind him. 

“Ah, careful Mase,” Namjoon reminded him and Mason stopped himself in his tracks, looking up at his dad and nodding obediently. Namjoon set Maia’s car seat down and then picked Mason up, carrying him over to you and letting him wrap his arms around your neck.

“Missed you Mommy,” Mason whispered in your ear and you smiled widely as you set your hand on his back and kissed his head.

“I missed you more Myungie,” you replied and Mason let go of your neck before Namjoon set him back on the ground. 

“Can I hold Maia again Daddy?” Mason asked excitedly and Namjoon nodded his head.

“Yeah, and she’s awake so you’re lucky,” Namjoon smiled as he picked up Maia’s car seat and walked into the living room, with Mason following close behind him. Your mom walked up to you then, giving you a gentle hug and kissing your cheek.

“How was he?” You asked her as the two of you made your way into the living room as well. 

“He was perfect, although I’ll never understand how the two of you can keep up with him,” your mom laughed, and you nodded your head in understanding.

“Takes years of practice,” you joked. When the two of you made it into the living room, Mason was already sitting on the couch with his arms open and Namjoon was lifting Maia out of her car seat.

“Here you go buddy,” Namjoon murmured as he set Maia against Mason’s chest. Mason then pressed a soft kiss to her head before he began talking to her, and you felt like your heart was going to burst when you realized that this was your new normal.

Jung Hoseok

“Here you go jagi,” Hobi said as he held his hand out for you, and you grabbed onto it as you climbed into the backseat of Hobi’s car. Once you were seated and comfortable, Hobi set the carseat with Hendrix inside next to you and you worked on strapping it in. Hobi then closed the door and jogged around to the driver’s side, wasting no time in climbing inside and starting the car.

“Ready to head home Y/N-ah?” He asked as he put the car in reverse, slowly backing out of the parking space.

“Beyond ready,” you muttered as you fixed the straps of the carseat over Hendrix’s small body. “I freaking hate hospital food.”

“Guess you’ll be happy to know that my mom and sister left us some food at home in our freezer then,” Hobi told you as he pulled out of the lot and onto the street towards home, and you looked up at him with a smile.

“Have I ever told you how much I love your family?” 

“Not today, no,” he laughed. A comfortable silence then fell over the car, with Hobi focused on the road and you looking down at Hendrix.

“How’s he doing back there?” Hobi asked suddenly and you looked up to make eye contact with him through the rear view mirror. 

“He’s fine Hobi,” you replied.

“Just got worried for a second,” Hobi admitted. “He’s been so quiet ever since we got him dressed to leave the hospital.”

“I know, but let’s not jinx it,” you giggled. “I hope the quiet lasts for a while.”

“Oh, you’re batting a thousand on that one,” Hobi laughed. 

Park Jimin

“Aww sweetie,” you whispered as you reached into the car and lifted Sydney up and out of her carseat. You and Sydney had gotten discharged from the hospital today and Sydney ended up spending the entire car ride home screaming her little lungs out. 

“You don’t think she’s gonna get motion sickness like I do sometimes, do you?” Jimin wondered as he watched you hold Sydney to your chest and bounce her lightly.

“Maybe, but it could also be because I didn’t ride in the back with her and she got scared from being alone,” you shrugged. Jimin reached into the car and grabbed the empty carseat as well as her diaper bag before the three of you walked up to the front door. You waited patiently as Jimin unlocked the front door and once he did, you quickly stepped inside. 

“Surprise!” You heard multiple voices shout and when Jimin cut the lights on, you saw Noah, your mother and father, and your sister all standing under a huge banner that read “Congratulations!”.

“Oh my gosh,” you giggled as you looked around the room. 

“You guys didn’t have to do all of this,” Jimin smiled as he set the carseat and diaper bag down on the ground. 

“Actually we did,” your sister smiled. “We had to celebrate me finally getting a niece.”

“Oh, shut up,” you laughed. Noah then came running up to you, hugging your leg tightly.

“Do you like it Mommy?” He asked as he looked up at you and you nodded as you took one hand off of Sydney in order to move his hair out of his face.

“I love it,” you replied. “Did you help decorate?”

“Yeah! Grandpa let me get on his shoulders and everything,” Noah told you excitedly.

“It looks amazing mini me,” Jimin said as he reached down and picked Noah up, pressing a few kisses to his cheek.

“Alright you two, come on in and have some lunch,” your father said.

“And give me my granddaughter,” your mom requested as she stepped over to you, not even waiting for a reply before she lifted Sydney out of your hands and walked into the kitchen with her.

“We’ve been forgotten already,” Jimin chuckled, wrapping his free arm that wasn’t holding Noah around your shoulders and leading you into the kitchen, 

Kim Taehyung

“I seriously can’t believe you’re doing this,” you giggled as you stood next to Taehyung, who was holding Elijah in his arms. “No, I take that back. I actually can believe it.”

“Well excuse me, but I thought it was a good idea,” Taehyung pouted. The two of you were standing outside of the door to Elijah’s nursery, because Taehyung had gotten the golden idea of showing it off to Elijah. 

“He’s not even a week old yet,” you pointed out as you followed behind Taehyung, who had walked into the nursery. “And we both made the decision to keep him in our room for the next few months anyways.”

“True, but he can still see it,” Taehyung shrugged before looking down at Elijah. “See Squirt? This is your room. This is where you’re gonna get to play and hide and sleep in too, once you’re a little older and bigger.”

“The bigger part won’t take long at all though,” you joked as you walked over to them and ran your hand over Elijah’s head. “My chunky boy here loves to eat.”

“He is a Kim after all,” Taehyung smirked and you just rolled your eyes playfully. “Hey, why don’t we let him take his nap in his crib?”

“Why?”

“Just to see how he does on his own,” Taehyung shrugged. “He’s been sleeping so good and you literally have to wake him up in the middle of the night to feed him instead of the other way around.”

“And you just want to see how he looks in his crib,” you added, making Taehyung smile and nod his head sheepishly. “Alright, you can put him down in here but make sure that you turn on the baby monitor.”

“Alright,” Taehyung nodded and you watched as he walked over to the crib and gently laid Elijah down inside. After making sure that he had his pacifier and that there were no blankets or anything in the crib, Taehyung reached over and flipped on the baby monitor while you walked over to the crib.

“Someone was tired,” you whispered softly as you watched Elijah’s eyes flutter shut as he drifted off to sleep.

“Why don’t we go take a nap ourselves?” Taehyung suggested. 

“God, that sounds amazing,” you nodded in agreement, letting Taehyung grab your hand and lead you to your bedroom. 

Jeon Jungkook

“Ok so here are my two girls,” Jungkook smiled as he focused the camera in his hand on you and Ava. “And they’re getting my newest girl ready to go home for the first time.” He said as he then focused on Aria, who was laying on the bed as you got her dressed.

“You know, your help would be appreciated here,” you joked as you looked up at him.

“You don’t need me, you have Angel right there,” he chuckled as he put the lens on Ava. “You’re the best helper, aren’t you Angel?”

“Yep!” Ava chirped in agreement as she nodded her head and you couldn’t help but to smile as you leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“She definitely is,” you praised her, making Ava smile widely. Once you finished dressing Aria, Jungkook set her carseat on the bed and you slowly lowered Aria down into it.

“Can I do the straps Mommy?” Ava asked and you nodded your head. 

“Sure Ave,” you replied. “Here, climb up onto the bed and I’ll show you how.” Ava then wasted no time in crawling up onto the bed and leaning over Aria’s carseat, watching intently as you guided her hands to help her strap Aria in.

“They are the cutest, aren’t they ARMY?” Jungkook whispered, quietly enough so that you wouldn’t hear him but loud enough for the camera’s microphone to pick up on it. “I’m the luckiest man in the world to have three girls to love and look after now.”

“Good job Ave,” you smiled, holding up your hand for Ava to give you a high five. “Ready to go Kook?”

“Yeah, I’m ready,” Jungkook nodded, turning his camera around so that he was in the shot with you, Ava, and Aria. “Well, the Jeon’s are officially heading home as a family of four for the first time. We’ll check in with you guys later.”

“If we’re not sleep deprived,” you added with a giggle.

“Very true,” Jungkook nodded. “Bye ARMY.”

[mirinda03]

CONVENTIONAL FAMILY? WHO’S THAT?

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Chapter 12: In which Virgil and Roman can’t have a normal conversation and Janus realizes he’s NOT a responsible parent (for once)

Roman felt, without a better word, AWKWARD.

Sitting across from his rival since middle school, Roman didn’t know what to do with the stifling and tense air between the two. The tension was so thick, Roman could use a sword to cut right through it instead of a knife.

Virgil, for his part, looked deeply uncomfortable in this situation. Roman could guess that he was nervous about his dad, who had yet to pick him up even as time went by.

‘If he hadn’t forgotten his key, we wouldn’t be here’ Roman thought, internally sighing melancholically. For a guy who prided himself in being meticulous and careful, he sure seemed to be forgetful.

Roman remembered that time they were in 7th grade. A bear had come into the school in the middle of recess and the students had been instructed to go to the gym.

Roman had been in the bathroom at that moment so by the time he came out, no one was there. He was confused and had gone to his classroom in search for her classmates.

Inside the classroom, he saw Virgil hiding behind a desk. He had also been in the bathroom and had no idea where everyone was.

Roman had been confused over only finding Virgil. By that moment, the two had a deep dislike for each other so they weren’t keen on being near each other.

He was reminded of that as he sat next to Virgil, not wanting to be there alone with the boy.

Obviously, he had been a lot more scared back then. Now, he was more annoyed by this situation.

He remembered what Virgil had told him, all those years ago, when they were in the that classroom alone and confused. He remembered how Virgil took out a walkie talkie and stared Roman dead in the eyes

‘You really didn’t bring anything in case something like this happens? What an idiot’

“How is it that you, Mr ‘bring a walkie talkie to school’ forgot his keys?” Roman said snidely, turning to look at the boy questioningly

Virgil shrugged, not giving much of an explanation to the question. He didn’t seem apologetic, but did look quite nervous. That made Roman a bit suspicious

“How is it that Mr ‘Prince Charming’ is secretly such a jerk?” Virgil countered back, voice just as snide “Now THAT’s the million dollar question”

Roman scoffed

“I don’t know if i should thank you for calling me prince charming or be insulted by being WRONGLY called a jerk” he said, a but too dramatically for Virgil to take him seriously. The boy began chuckling to Roman’s expense.

Roman chuckled just a little too.

Maybe this wouldn’t be SO unbearable after all

•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•

Janus turned around, raising an eyebrow at the guy who had just shouted for them to wait. Remus had looked impatient before recognizing the voice. Now, he looked oddly smug

Patton caught up to them and began panting for breath

“Sorry” He apologized between pants “I just...”

He took a deep breath again. The running had seemed to really affect the man.

‘Well now i know why this isn’t the P.E teacher’ Janus thought to himself sarcastically. Yeah, he thought up sarcastic remarks in his head sometimes so what?

“I..” Patton started before promptly stopping as he glanced at Janus. The man seemed to still be collecting his thoughts, but kept eye contact with Janus nonetheless.

Janus began feeling some odd feeling in his stomach. He convinced himself that he was just sick of being in this school for so long.

“Yes?” Janus deadpanned, looking more and more unimpressed with the man. His face was unreadable as ever.

Beside him, Remus snickered.

“Well I ummm” Patton said unsurely. He turned to look at the cat “I wanted to see if the cat is okay!”

“The.. cat? Who you are deadly allergic to?” Janus deadpanned again

“Not DEADLY allergic” Patton complained quietly, the smile never leaving his face “It’s just a mild allergy”

Janus didn’t feel convinced but oddly enough, he felt like this man was not the lying type. Huh. That was new.

“...mild allergic to, then. My point still stands. Why do you care about the cat?”

“Umm..” Patton started. His face was one again unsure, but he kept a dazzling smile anyway.

Remus decided on this moment to interrupt

“Mr. Hart is good with cats! He can help by giving me some pointers” Remus said, his voice a bit too polite which made Janus suspicious of his intentions.

Patton beamed at that.

“Exactly!” He said brightly “If you need help preventing a cat-astrophe, i’m your man”

Janus was about to interject, saying that they’ll probably not keep the cat anyway and if they did they could always just ask a vet.

But again, his ‘polite’ kid beat him to it.

“Aww really Mr Hart? Thank you!” Remus said innocently. The little devil shot Janus a victorious smirk

Patton did not seem to notice the smirk. Instead, he looked at Remus as if he was an angel

“Aww of course i’ll help out buddy!” Patton said, taking out a notebook and scribbling in it. He then crouched down to ruffle Remus’ hair and gave him the piece of paper he was writing on “Just tell your dad to give me a call and i’ll be there to help!”

With that Patton waved at the two of them and turned back to the school.

Silence stretched between the two.

“So... you and Mr Hart?” Remus said tauntingly

Janus groaned. So THAT was his plan. How is it he had the most conniving, sneaky kid.

Remus probably learned it from him, Janus realized.

Shaking his head, he turned toward the car and began walking.

“Whatever. Bring the hairball with you or whatever but i refuse to participate in your matchmaking efforts” he said drily

Remus pouted and complained all the way to the car, which was approximately 5 minutes.

By the time they arrived, Janus was throughly annoyed by Remus’ presence. He gripped the steering wheel and silently wished he was with his other son Virg.....

“VIRGIL” Janus suddenly shouted, startling Remus’ new pet “I FORGOT TO PICK UP VIRGIL”

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[majorxmaggiexboy]

watching Moulin Rouge! The, Broadway version i guess:

idk whomst these dudes are but i kinda like them

“HELLO, I LOVE YOU” i’m tempted to say ‘same’ but will withhold judgement

aww does he just speak entirely in love songs or what? that’s adorable

i only saw the movie of this story Once and it was when i was Way Too Young For It and all i remember is being like “wow the singing is Nice” and being utterly shook by whatever was up with ‘Roxanne’ and also loving Come What May and something to do with an Elephant Love Medley...i think i distantly recall this character, Christian, being maybe sort of a dazey wide-eyed dreamy sort of character and maybe a sweet guy? idk but im also p sure Love Interest dies in the end :((( do they both die? i think- but nah bc isn’t he typing up the story on an a typewriter?

his hat is nice

fully just communicating via love songs

NEVER GONNA GIVE Y

he Wiggles

well that’s settled then, I love him.

aww are they all three of them friends now? Just like that? Did they just adopt him? And he’s just like Yeah Sure? this story panders to my exact interests so far please continue

“The whole thing was the single most insane idea I’d ever heard”

(intensely) “I’ll do it”

yeah no i love it so far this could be going places

“You shall live with us here, in dire and glorious poverty” oml

IS HE SINGING ROYALS

IS THIS A SONG-UPDATED VERSION OF??? WHAT

oooh! ooh go off!

“children of the revolution” is that an enjolras reference

i like this

oh. oh heavens

i want whatever that swing is that just came down from the ceiling

i mean i believe u satine but i mean it’s literally just a cool rock idk that they’re all that great tbh there are cooler rocks???

did- did she just say-

ALL THE SINGLE-???

BRICK????

i’m not sure about the sleeveless tux situation but it’s also kinda

👀 

oh no did she fall down? is she okay?

is there about to be a case of mistaken identity where she’s going to think Christian is this ‘Duke’ person?

is this the Wanna Build A Snowman music??

SHUT UP AND DANCE

this is kinda fun actually

the dancing is adorable

“Would you like me to call you...’Your Grace’?” “Uhm.” AHSFJAHAJ

these three buddies are so cute i can’t wow i love friendship so much

awww ms Satine :( someone pls give her a hug :(

cannot believe they really went here with the songs like. i was not expecting the updated music XD it kinda works tho

ooh that’s a pretty curtain

ohhhh noooooo the #miscommunication

Christian please be careful with your phrasing dude you are holding a shovel and don’t even know it my guy

oh no oh no

“I don’t have much money” “u what”

“MY GIFT IS MY SONG” just come out of nowhere bro that’s fine

oh heck they’re kissin

a LOT

ms satine did you not hit on “I don’t have much money” as a little clue that this man is not the duke

chaos chaos chaos

“She’s rather sick with some obscure malaise” first of all how dare you

WHAT WAS THAT

this is absolute chaos and i love it how are they literally describing a Sailor AU of their actual lives

“In the end, should someone die?” CHRISTIAN SHUT UP

awwww a hug :3

oh hey  the Duke sings nice

THIS MAN BROUGHT BACKUP DANCERS??

your name is Mr. Nasty sir that’s what it is

“Tomorrow, for celebration. Tonight? For a Friend” AWWWWWWWWWWW

Aww Satine :(

“The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return” I remember this!

love the Friendship

OH?

mr nasty why you gotta be so sinister you nasty

is Christian what they call a ‘himbo’?

TAKE ON MEEEEE

WHAT KINDA LITTLE DANCE WAS THAT

wait was this from the Mr. McGregor version? This is famil

WE CAN BE HERRRROOOOOOOOES

WE COULD BE LOVVVVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERS I REMEMBER THIS

MR NASTY CAN YOU PLEASE STOP IMMEDIATELY

the umbrella i can’t

fancy blue coat

omg the “I will always love you” they did that

suddenly abrupt cut to he “,,,,madness,”

is this gonna be Roxanne?

LADY GAGA???

oh heck

heck

TOXIC BY MS BRITNEY SPEARS???

SWEET DREAMS??????

“I’ve been walking the streets, going mad with every step” like when Frollo was looking for Esmeralda or??

“I bow before no man’s title” OOOOOOH TELL HIMMMM

this music is pretty

Come What May heck yeah babey

ngl christian kinda needs his hair floofed.

that hat is ABSURD

the hat is too stupid oh my word i hate it

oh sh Chris you just blew the whole operation huh

you messed up you messed up so bad

agh it’s getting Stressful

are you about to offer him drugs bc if so pls dont

oh god youre offering him drugs

:(

this man is lit

oh here we go it’s Roxanne time

oH???

oh jeez oh heck

oh heck

wow

oh noooooooooo

oh his name’s Andre

DUDE STOP MR NASTY YOU CAN’T JUST DO THAT

HECK OH NO CHRISTIANS HERE

so i guess getting him drunk six ways to neptune had the opposite effect of what was intended oh no

oh it’s like that part in bbc’s The Musketeers

aw satine :(

ROLLING IN THE  DEEP??

YEAH MAN GO OFF ABSOLUTELY

ARE YOU GONNA KILL A MAN CHRISTIAN? IS THIS YOUR PRE-MURDER SONG?

KINDA WEAK ON THE WAY IN BUT

DID YOU JUST GROWL THE R

aw :(

christian if you don’t drop a chandelier on mr stinky bastard man,,

GO OFF SATINE

OH BOY IS HE GONNA MURDER THE DUKE IS HE GONNA DO IT

COME ON BABY

DANGIT CHRISLET WRONG TARGET YOU STOP THAT

THANKS BABE

NOW GO KILL HIM

YALL HAVE TEN MINUTES TO FIX THIS

WRONG. TARGET. CHRISLET.

STILL WRONG TARGET BRO

STOP PUTTING HER THROUGH EMOTIONAL DISTRESS SHE”S SUFFERED ENOUGH

i hate it here

there y’all go

but just for one day :(

son of a heck

oh so

oh it’s one of those like hadestown and tgm where they’re literally

oh

awww :(

THE GREAT BELL OF CLIFTON

aw we’re back to just the three friends :(

come what may 😭😭😭

ohhhh wow

well then. that was...yeah...yeah.

[flowerpowell]

Unexpected (Drake x MC)

PART SIX

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“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join this man and this woman in matrimony.”

Riley looked at Liam who was reciting the formula as if he was doing it every day. She then looked at her hands, intertwined with Drake’s and she sighed. Never in a million years would she ever expect her summer trip would end that way. She felt Madeleine and Barthelemy’s eyes on her and she straightened herself trying to look natural. Drake’s friend, Maxwell, whom she just met, was weeping from behind Drake and she quickly looked at the clock to see how long she’d have to be there.

“Drake, do you take this woman to be your wife, to live together in matrimony, to love her, to honor her, to comfort her, and to keep her in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?” Liam asked, making Riley come back to reality.

“I do,” she heard Drake saying and her heart skipped a beat. Even if it was all fake, hearing these words made her a bit emotional.

“Riley, do you take this man to be your husband, to live together in matrimony, to love him, to honor him, to comfort him, and to keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?” He asked and both Liam and Drake looked at her expectantly.

“Sure. I mean, I do.”

She could hear Drake’s sighing with relief and she even caught a glimpse of Liam’s smile at her words. The ceremony went on and before she could register anything, she was wearing an ugly wedding band that matched Drake’s and was pronounced Mrs Walker.

Nightmare.

Not many people were invited, just a couple of people from Drake’s life and Riley’s friend and manager. The reception took place in the palace and even though Riley wasn’t happy about getting married, she was very impressed with being in a real palace.

“So... You didn’t even invite your parents, huh?” Riley asked Drake when they were dancing, after being told by Liam that they absolutely needed to do the first dance in order for the wedding to be believeable.

“My father’s dead and my mom has depression and she didn’t want to come. Besides it’s a fake wedding,” he shrugged and Riley felt guilty for asking. “You didn’t invite yours either.”

“It’s a fake wedding,” she repeated. “I don’t even want to think what my parents would do if they found out I got married. I’d rather keep quiet. And I’m sorry, you know, about your parents.”

“S’okay.”

“Woooo! Twirl her!” they heard Maxwell shouting and Drake rolled his eyes.

“They’re not even dancing. They are standing still and pretending they’re doing something!” Madeleine commented and this time it was Riley who rolled her eyes.

“It’s time for a toast anyway. Drake would you like to say something?” Liam asked trying to get everyone’s attention off the awkward dance Drake and Riley were performing.

“No, I’m not good with words, just happy to be married to this amazing lady.”

“Riley?”

“I would actually want to say something,” she said and Drake’s eyes widened in horror. Oh boy.

Liam gave her a smile as she stood up and looked at Drake. “Drake, when I first met you, I never thought we’d end up married.” I thought you’d end up seriously injured after I finally push you off the cliff. “But here we are, celebrating our love,” and my new restaurant, “and I just wanted to say that I love you, despite the fact that you snore and use butter as a body lotion,” she finished as everyone chuckled. Drake looked at her narrowing her eyes but she just smiled at him and leaned in, whispering, “Payback.”

“Thank you, my dear wife,” Drake stood up suddenly, “I love you too, even when you don’t use your deodorant because you prefer to be natural.” He smiled back at her and she stood up again.

“Aww! You’re so sweet! You’re lucky I love you because otherwise I’d totally tell everyone about your obsession with braiding your armpit hair.”

“This is the best wedding ever,” Olivia whispered to Liam as he spit out his drink.

“Oh? And I would totally tell everyone about--”

“Guys! I think it’s enough about your love to each other,” Liam cut in, looking at both Drake and Riley.

“Aww, man! I thought I’d learn a little bit more about my buddy, Drake! I had no idea you liked braiding your hair! Hey, no judgement here!” Maxwell patted his friend on the back as Drake glared at Riley. It was only their wedding day and he already regretted his decision.

I should’ve just kidnapped Bartie.

~~~~

“Okay, here is your marriage certificate and I’ve already filed for custody for you,” Liam handed his friend a few documents as the three of them stood in front of Drake’s cabin, after the wedding.

“How long do we have to pretend for?” Riley asked not wanting Liam to leave her alone with Drake.

“I’d say at least a month after Drake gets full custody. It’d be more believeable.”

“Okay,” she sighed hoping Drake would win the custody as soon as possible.

“Anyway, I gotta go, enjoy your first day as a married couple and have a great wedding night!” Liam said before quickly leaving the two of them alone and getting into his car.

“Do I really have to live in one house with you?”

“Unfortunately yes. But at least we don’t have to share a room,” Drake opened the door and let her in.

“Ugh, I already forgot how much I hate this place.”

“Well, you’d better get to used it. It’s gonna be your home for the next few weeks,” Drake said and sat down on the couch, still in his suit, and turned on the TV.

“Umm? Hello? What am I supposed to do now?”

“The guest room is on the left. The rest you’ve seen. Do whatever you want. Mi casa es su casa, wifey.”

~~~~

Two weeks passed (the worst two weeks of Riley’s life according to Riley) and the day of the hearing finally came. They both went to the court and met there with Liam. Madeleine and Bartholemy were already there with their lawyer and Bartie.

“Are you ready?” Liam asked and Drake nodded.

“I just hope he wins so I can finally be free,” Riley murmured and Liam chuckled.

“Is living with Drake that bad?”

“Bearable when I pretend he doesn’t exist--”

“Which is pretty much every single day,” Drake chipped in. “Living with her is a nightmare. She thinks she’s funny when she switches my shaving cream with cream cheese.”

“Me? A nightmare? Who put a fake spider on my bed? I hate spiders!”

“And who took all my towels and clothes and locked the door so I couldn’t get inside after my swim in the lake?”

“And who--”

“Guys,” Liam shook his head, “stop because my stomach hurts from laughing. I wish I could see this myself.”

“You can even take her to live with you, if you want to,” Drake said and Riley stuck out her tongue at him.

“Actually, Drake, I wanted to tell you something. I got news from the private investigator I hired. He was able to track down Betrand and Savannah before they disappeared. They seemed to be last seen nearby the duchy of Karlington, in London...” Liam started.

“That son of a--”

“I don’t understand, why is that a clue?” Riley asked as Drake tried to take deep breaths to calm himself down.

“Duchy of Karlington is owned by Godfrey, who is Madeleine’s father...” Liam explained.

“Oh... I see.”

“But Drake, it doesn’t necessarily mean anything. It could be a coincidence, there’s no proof or--”

“This is the proof I need,” Drake said before walking towards Madeleine and Barthelemy.

“Drake!” Liam tried to stop him but it was too late.

“How DARE you try to take Bartie when it was you who killed his parents? Don’t you have any sort of conscience?!”

“Excuse me?” Madeleine asked as Barthelemy protectively put an arm around her waist.

“You killed Betrand and Savannah! We have evidence!”

“Don’t you dare speak to my wife in such manner! She didn’t kill anyone, she cared for both Betrand and Savannah!” Barthelemy raised his voice and Riley had to take Drake’s hand before he could punch the old man.

“You bunch of liars! The detective said the last place they were seen was in Karlington, now that sounds familiar, doesn’t it Madeleine? And now you’re trying to steal Bartie, too? For what? To kill him as well?”

“Watch your mouth!” Barthelemy said, “My wife did not do anything wrong. She was so concerned when we heard the news that she even hired a detective to learn more about their disappearance. She was worried sick and you’re saying she killed them? You’re disgusting!”

“Listen, Drake, I don’t know what they were doing there, maybe Betrand had something to do there but I wouldn’t hurt them! I loved Savannah like my own sister and Betrand was very dear to me,” Madeleine smiled sadly and Riley had to admit that she sounded sincere. Or she was a good actress.

“I don’t believe you. I’ll find the evidence and you’ll rot in jail!” Drake said before Liam dragged him away.

“Are you okay, dear?” Barthelemy asked as Madeleine turned to him.

“Yes, yes. A bit shocked Drake would think that but okay. I need to fix my make up, I think. I’ll be right back,” she gave him a smile and went to the restroom. After making sure she was alone, she pulled out her phone. She dialed a number to her detective and waited for him to pick up.

“Drake knows Betrand and Savannah were in Karlington, Liam’s private investigator found something. You assured me there was absolutely no way anyone would ever find out about it!”

“Hey, relax. I examined the area and asked people. Even if they somehow found out about them being here, no one saw them going inside or even close. The cameras were all turned off that night. Don’t worry.”

“You know, the more you talk, the less assured I am. Drake knows. He’s not gonna stop digging.” Madeleine was slowly losing patience.

“What do you want me to do?” the man finally asked.

“Fix. It.”

[nineteenseventeenbarnes]

The Girl Who Cried Wolf

Pairing: CollegeAU! Steve x reader Genre: fluff Word Count: 3917 Warnings: n/a

“What the hell,” someone muttered, nudging on my foot. I groggily open my eyes to see my best friend standing at the foot of my bed. “Y/N, we’re gonna be late.”

“Oh, Steve,” I whisper, my voice hoarse and scratchy from just waking up. “You’re ready already?”

“Well, isn’t this a wonderful sight?” he teases, ignoring my question.

“Yeah, I’m a beauty, before and after bed.”

“Sure, you are,” he rolls his eyes playfully. “Get up, lazy,” Steve grabs a pillow from my bed and throws it towards me. I scowl at him and throw the pillow back, then slowly get out of bed and make my way towards the bathroom.

“Hurry up, we’re gonna be late,” I hear Steve’s muffled voice from behind the bathroom door. “Our first class starts in an hour!”

I wonder how he gets up and comes here early. Oh right, he only lives three houses down.

Exactly 15 minutes later, I emerge from the bathroom, all clean and ready for class in my blue hoodie and black jeans.

“Ready?” Steve asks me with a raised eyebrow, scanning through a novel I had left on the table.

“Yeah! Let’s head off right-"And right on cue, my stomach grumbles. I turn a light shade of pink as Steve chuckles.

"Not until you have breakfast, you’re not,” he tells me, getting up from my bed and walking towards the door, grabbing my bag on the way. “Let’s go grab a bite. We have time to spare.”

We arrive at the diner a couple of blocks away from school. We sat down at an empty booth as Wanda, my friend and the daughter of the owner the diner, comes up and takes our orders.

“Good morning, you two!” she greets, handing us menus.

“I don’t understand why you still need to give us menus. We always get the same things. ”

“Hey, buddy. Don’t be so rude,” I scolded before apologizing at Wanda.

“No worries, Y/N,” Wanda smiles before walking away, passing our orders to the chef.

“You should apologize,” I told Steve, nudging his foot with my foot. “Buck is rubbing off on you.”

“Fine,” he sighs. I shake my head and unlock my phone.

“Steve, do you have soccer practice after class?” I ask, keeping my eyes glued to the text my mom had just sent about her last-minute night shift at the hospital.

Not hearing a reply from the guy, I look up to see him staring at someone behind me.

Raising an eyebrow, I turned around to see him staring at Sharon, a freshman in school.

“You like her?” I asked him, kicking his knee.

He finally realized I was talking to him before he abruptly nodded.

“Aww, cute,” I coo sarcastically. “Isn’t she a bit out of your league?”

“What a friend you are, Y/N.” He mumbles before continuing to watching the blonde beauty.

“Why don’t you go talk to her?” Steve looks at me as if I grew an extra head.

I roll my eyes and divert my attention to Wanda, who was bringing over our pancakes and bacon.

“Ok,” Steve suddenly speaks in the middle of cutting his pancakes. “How do I talk to her?”

“Like how you’re talking to me?” I answer, looking at him weirdly.

“I mean, what do I say to her?” he asks, chuckling.

“Hmm…” I hum, taking a bite of my bacon as I thought of ways.

“Well?” he asks after a while.

“Zip it, Sherlock,” I glare at him. “I’m the one thinking here.”

Steve groans and goes back to eating. And that’s when it hit me.

“I GOT IT,” I announce, slamming my palm on to the table, and Steve puts his full attention on me. Wow, he must really like this girl. “Paper chat.”

“Paper what?” he asks, clearly confused.

“You don’t just go up and talk to her,” I explain. “You can drop a letter or a telegram of some sort down her locker.”

“Like a secret admirer?” he gives me a look, ready to reject my idea.

“Aren’t you?”

Funny how things go your way, but you end up regretting it in the long run.

Steve told me about how he decided to try my ‘weird plan,’ and it worked. Of course, it worked. If it was someone else, it wouldn’t, but this was Steve we’re talking about. He’s a senior, a soccer player, a complete gentleman to everyone except me, and not exactly bad looking. Sharon would be an idiot to turn someone like that down. Or am I just biased? He is my best friend.

“Y/N!” Steve calls from down the hall, running to where I was.

“Whoa, calm your butt down,” I laugh at the overly bright smile on his face. “What’s up?”

“I DID IT!” he cheers, hugging me.

“W-Wait, did what?” I ask him, slightly suffocating from his hug.

“The paper chat thing!” he explains, letting me go, the huge-ass smile on his face never faltering.

“Hey, good job, big guy,” I tell him, smiling. I was genuinely happy for him. He never really took an interest in girls before, so it’s a good thing he got a good response on his first try. “Tell me all about it!”

He starts telling me about how he dropped his first message. He had told her that he found her attractive and that maybe they could get some coffee together, leaving his name and locker number. Later that day, he had found a letter in his locker. It was a response from her telling him that she was interested.

“Well, good luck,” I cheer as he tells me about their plan to meet-up later that afternoon.

“Thanks, Y/N,” he grins, bringing me into another hug before moving on to his next class.

A couple of days later, I find out they were officially going out. That was fast, not that it was any of my business, though. After their café date that afternoon, Steve told me he couldn’t come over in the mornings anymore because Sharon wanted him to walk with her to school every day. I didn’t mind, I was happy for him because he did deserve the best.

He didn’t stop hanging out with me through. Sometimes, we’d have lunch together with our other friends while Sharon sat with hers. We’d hang out on weekends, and Steve would often come over for dinner every time my mom asked me where he was. Things haven’t changed, well, not yet anyway.

One day, after class, I stayed behind for majorette practice. We practiced at the edge of the soccer field, where Steve and the rest of the team were practicing. I noticed Sharon sitting by the bleachers, watching him. I was happy that she was giving him attention.

By six in the evening, the coach dismissed us. I looked over to the field to see the guys still at it, figures since they usually don’t finish until seven or eight.

My eyes landed on Sharon, who was looking at me with a scowl. I raised an eyebrow, wondering what her problem was.

“Hey, Y/N,” my friend and teammate, Maria, calls out, running over to where I stood. “Wanna walk home together?”

“Sure,” I gleefully answered. At least I wasn’t going home alone.

“Wait, do you mind if I dropped by the ladies?”

“It’s fine,” I laugh. “I’ll wait here,” I tell Maria as she dashes to the restroom.

I take out my phone and text my mom, telling her I was on my way home.

“Hey,” a snarky voice calls out. I turned around to see Sharon talking to me. She was absolutely gorgeous up close. She had long blonde hair and flawless skin. It didn’t help that her body was well proportioned as well.

“Oh, hello,” I greet her, smiling.

She rolled her eyes. “Drop the stupid act.”

“Excuse me?” I muttered, dumbfounded at what the girl had just said.

“You’re pretty pathetic for an A-list student,” she snickers.

“Do you have a problem with me?” I ask her, irritation was evident in my voice. I wasn’t going to let someone I didn’t even know talk to me like that. What kind of sick joke was this? How did Steve end up with a demon-like her?

“You keep hanging around Steve even when you know we’re going out,” she hisses. “You think you can steal him away from me, huh, whore?”

I am Y/N. I will not take shit like this.

“FYI,” I start, raising my voice. “He’s my best friend. I HAVE the right to hang out with him.” She rolls her eyes and opens her mouth to say something, but I interrupt her.

“And who said anything about stealing him from you?” I asked. “Are you that insecure?”

She gasps at my accusation. “Y-You should be the insecure one!”

“Too bad, I’m not.” I wave my hand dismissively.

“Not yet,” she mumbles, walking away. An evil smile was etched on her face as she walks back to the bleachers.

“Sorry, Y/N,” Maria yells, running over to where I stood. “Someone thought it was funny to lock the door.”

“It’s alright,” I smile a bit as we both made our way to the gate.

I didn’t take my encounter with Sharon seriously. I guess it was just something a lot of insecure girls feel when their boyfriends have girl best friends.

Nothing significant happened the next few days, and soon after, the weekend rolled in. I decided to spend my Saturday with Nat and Pepper, and we were currently on Omegle out of boredom.

“DUDE, HOW HORNY ARE THESE PEOPLE?” Nat exclaims, followed by fits of laughter as Pepper disconnects the current conversation.

“This website corrupts minds,” Pepper mumbles, chatting with the next person as I nod in agreement.

“Hey, Y/N,” Nat suddenly calls out. “How’s Steve and that chick?”

“I’m not sure,” I tell her after thinking about it.

“And how are you and Bucky?” Pepper asks in a cheeky tone, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Hey, nothing is going on between us, ok?” I mumble, throwing a pillow at Pepper.

“Can’t blame us for asking,” Nat defends. “You two are cute together!”

“Well, I happen to think Steve and Y/N are cute together, too!” Pepper adds as Nat nods in agreement.

“We should-" Nat gets cut off as Steve storms into my room, a frown on his face.

"Oh, hi, Steve,” Pepper greets, not noticing the look on his face. She didn’t, but Nat did.

“Uhh, that’s our cue to leave,” Nat whispers, grabbing Pepper and leaving my room. Great.

“Hey, Steve,” I stand up, approaching him. “What’s up?”

“What’s up?” he asks in disbelief, repeating my words. “You tell me what’s up, Y/N.”

“I don’t follow,” I answer, frowning.

“Sharon told me,” he started. “About what you said to her.”

“I didn’t say anything to her, though…” I answer, trailing off as I realized what he was talking about.

“So you did,” he snickers, a scowl on his face. “I can’t believe you, Y/N! You of all people!”

“Please enlighten me,” I tell him, crossing my arms, anger boiling. I hated it when people accused me of doing something. “What exactly did I do?”

“Sharon told me you confronted her and were saying mean things to her,” he said. “I thought you supported me, Y/N. I thought you were happy for me.”

“Steve,” I groaned. “I am, ok?” I didn’t know how to tell him that his girlfriend had just lied to him.

“Then explain it to me, Y/N,” he sighed, sitting on the chair by my desk.

“She came up to me first,” I explained. “She was telling me about how I was spending too much time with you or something.”

Steve scoffs. He freaking scoffs. Lord.

“You know what,” I stand up. “I don’t know why you even bothered to ask for an explanation when you won’t even believe me.”

“I thought maybe you wouldn’t make stuff up and give me a good explanation,” he shakes his head. “Unbelievable.”

That was it.

“No, Steve,” I shout. “YOU’RE unbelievable. I can’t even look at you right now.”

“Well then, you won’t have to anymore,” he mumbles and walks out the door, slamming it in the process.

I plop on my bed and scream into my pillow. How will I fix this mess? Steve and I have never really argued before, let alone have someone come between us.

Since that day, Steve and I haven’t spoken to each other. Not when we passed by each other, not when he spoke to my friends and I spoke to his.

Our friends knew something had happened, but didn’t bother asking. Steve had started to spend more time with Sharon, even cutting the time he spends with his friends. But hey, who was I to judge.

Two weeks later, on a Wednesday morning, I was walking down the hallway to the cafeteria. On the way, I bumped into Bucky. He was one of Steve’s closest friends and my classmate back in kindergarten. We were pretty close, well, unfortunately, to the point where Nat and Pepper would ship us.

“Hello, Y/N,” he grins, hugging me. I chuckle and hug him back.

“Hey, Buck. What’s up?”

“Not much,” he chuckled. “How are you?”

“Ok, what’s up with the awkward talk?” I joked.

“I’m trying to be nice,” he tells me, feigning hurt.

“You are, ok?” I assure him, playing along.

“Did you hear?” he suddenly asks me. I give him a look, clearly showing that I wasn’t sure. “About Steve and Sharon?”

“That they’re together?” I asked. “Of course, it’s old-”

“No,” he cut me off. “They broke up.”

“Oh,” was all I said. Was I supposed to be happy? Either way, Steve and I weren’t on speaking terms anymore.

We bade each other goodbye, and I continued making my way to the cafeteria. I grabbed a tray and got lunch, making my way towards our usual spot. Perks of being a senior.

On the way, I passed by Steve, sitting at a table with his friends. I took a glance and noticed the dark circles under his eyes. He looked stressed out as he picked on his lunch.

He looked up and we met eyes for one second before I pretended not to see him and continued walking.

I plopped myself on a seat beside Nat as she and Pepper converse about something that happened in their class. Wanda, who sat across me, was texting on her phone.

“Did you hear?” Pepper suddenly asks us. Leave it to Pep to hear about the things going on. “Steve and the chick broke up.”

“No way,” Nat gasped. “Already?”

“Yeah,” Pepper nodded. “I heard she cheated on him.”

My eyes widened in shock. How horrible could that girl be?

“Damn,” Wanda mumbles, shaking her head.

Pepper glanced at me, knowing she was silently asking if Steve and I made up yet. I gave her a small smile and shook my head.

After class, I decided to go home instead of hanging out with Nat and the others - I was tired and I had tons of homework to do. On my way to the campus entrance, I see Steve standing there, leaning on the gate. He looks at me as I get closer. Trying to ignore him, I walk right past him until he grabs my wrist.

“No hello?” he lightly jokes, a small smile on his face. I pull my wrist out of his grip and ask him what he wanted.

“I…” he mumbles. “I just wanted to apologize about the other day.”

“It’s too late for that, Steve,” I shake my head. Is he only apologizing now? After he loses her?

“You were right,” he tells me, laughing sadly. “How could I be so stupid? Why did I choose some girl over my friend? My best friend, none the less.”

“Exactly,” I whisper, my words coming out harshly. “You believed the words of some girl instead of mine.” He drops his head in shame.

Shaking my head, I leave him there and continued walking. I tried to blink away the tears that were threatening to fall but failed miserably. Two blocks later, I found myself a bench to sit on and cry my heart out for the first time since the whole incident.

The day after my encounter with Steve, I receive a text from Bucky, telling me to meet him after class. We decided to meet at the café across campus. I wonder what he needed to talk to me about, it seemed pretty urgent.

The door squeaked as I opened it, walking in. The smell of freshly brewed coffee hit me as I looked around for Bucky. He sat at a booth in the far corner of the café, sipping his drink. I made my way over and sat down.

“Hey, Y/N,” he smiles. I smiled back.

“What did you need me for?” I ask him, straight to the point.

“Steve told me about your… Well, argument yesterday,” he says. I nod, telling him to continue.

“You know what, Y/N? I think you’re both pretty stupid and dense,” Bucky chuckles and I open my mouth to say something, but he stops me. “Just listen to me first, ok?”

“Fine,” I grumble.

“I know, you and Steve are best friends and I come second to Steve and all, which isn’t my point, but… You two have been through a lot and made memories together. Heck, you two are sometimes inseparable. Doesn’t that…” he trails off.

“Doesn’t that what?” I ask him, raising an eyebrow. “What are you trying to say, buddy?”

“That maybe you two have been too blind to see that you two were practically together already,” he finishes.

I laugh loudly, waiting for him to join me and tell me he was just kidding, but he doesn’t. I stop laughing and look at him to see he was serious.

“Steve might be a bit slow, but I’m not.”

“What do you mean, Buck?"

"Just stop it, Y/N,” he chuckles. “I know you’re in love with him.”

I couldn’t reply. I just stared at him, wondering how he got it all figured out. I knew I hid it well. So well, not even Nat or Pepper had an idea.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I quickly blurt out.

“I don’t know why you never made a move,” Bucky says, crossing his arms and disregarding what I had just said.

“We just weren’t meant to be, ok?” I finally admit in a whisper.

“You never even tried,” he mumbled. “Steve is dense. Very dense. You should talk to him.”

I don’t answer him and he knows I won’t say anything anymore.

“I’m not telling you to forgive him for what he did,” he adds. “I just want my two friends to be happy.”

“Think about it, Y/N” he gives me a small smile, patting my head, and walking out.

As I got home, Bucky’s words continued echoing in my head.

Was he right? Was I supposed to tell Steve? How would he react? Am I supposed to apologize, or am I supposed to accept his apology? These questions kept bothering me and I didn’t know how to answer any of them.

If I asked Pep, Nat, or Wanda for advice, they’d tell me to straight-up approach him, slam him on the wall and kiss him, and they’d be pretty dead serious, too. That is not an option right now.

Groaning, I sat up and decided to watch some television, staring at the screen, not caring what show was on. My mind was too busy thinking about someone. And just as I was about to switch the channel, my phone vibrated, indicating that I got a text.

FROM: Steve #1 We need to talk. Please talk to me, Y/N.

Staring at the screen, my fingers froze, not knowing how to reply. I thought about what Bucky said and after a long minute, I finally got the guts to respond.

TO: Steve #1 Fine. Only 10 minutes. Park down the street in 5.

I stood in the middle of the grassy field of the park under a streetlight. Kicking pebbles, I thought about what I would say to Steve once he arrived. And of course, speaking of the devil, I could hear him approaching.

“Hey,” he greets softly, his voice barely audible, but I caught the words anyway.

“Hey,” I greeted back, and then there was dead air.

“So,” Steve says after clearing his throat. Were we always this awkward? “Thanks for coming.”

“Sure,” I answer him, eyes glued to the grass on the ground.

“Look,” Steve starts. “I’m sorry, ok? I know I did wrong. I can’t believe I hurt my own best friend.”

“You got that right,” I mumble.

“I was a dick. Well, I chose my dick over my head, and it’s all my fault.”

“Steve, keep it rated PG.” I roll my eyes, knowing that line was probably taught to him by Bucky.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles. “I was speaking to Bucky earlier and he suggested that since I couldn’t think of a better figure of speech.”

“Anyway,” he continues. “You might not be considering forgiving me, but I’ll make it up to you for the rest of my life, I promise.”

“Rest of your life,” I repeat. “That’s a long time.”

“Exactly how I intend it to be.”

“I don’t understand,” I tell him, finally looking up to meet his eyes as my eyebrows scrunch up in confusion.

Steve steps closer, grabbing my hands, a gasp escaping my lips as I try to push myself away.

“A long time, Y/N,” he whispers. “That’s how long I want us to be together.”

“We’re not together, Steve” I remind him, trying to escape is grasp only to have him hold my hand tighter.

“Y/N, I was stupid,” he looks me straight in the eyes. “I had to take a beating to realize that maybe my heart belonged to you all along.”

“Steve,” I gasp.

“Please, Y/N, give me a chance,” he begs, he looked vulnerable right now. “I’ll make it right.”

“I don’t know, Steve,” I whisper, looking away. I couldn’t handle this anymore. Was he confessing to me? A million thoughts were running through my mind.

“Then tell me you don’t feel the same way,” he whispers back.

“I-I…”

“I know you do, Y/N, I can feel it,” he tugs on my clenched palms.

“I- I don’t want to get hurt,” I finally admit.

“You won’t,” he promises. “I’ll never hurt you again.” he pulls me forward and into an embrace, this time, I don’t resist.

“I love you, Y/N,” he whispers, kissing my forehead.

“I love you too, idiot.”

This was it, the secret I kept away from the world for so long was revealed and it ended well.

Thank you, Steve.

And they lived happily ever after.

For now.

[Somewhere…]

“Do you think he finally confessed to her, too?” Nat asked the two in front of her.

“Probably,” Bucky shrugs, popping another gummy bear into his mouth.

“That boy,” Nat shakes her head. “I had to knock some sense into him before he realized his feelings.”

“Same goes for Y/N,” Bucky follows, shaking his head as well. “For a smart girl, Y/N is pretty slow, too.”

“Aww,” Pepper coos. “You two are like the Cupid couple. You two should get together.”

“Eww!” both of them shout at the same time.

[drabbletrashcan]

Jealous

“Are you seriously considering this shit?”

Ava rolled her eyes for the hundredth time that minute, clenching the concert tickets. She had honestly never expected anything like this. As much as she enjoyed basking in her fame, a concert in her honor was a bit too much. Just as she and Bishop had arrived at Windhelm and entered Candlehearth Hall, the bard started praising her in every way, shape or form. Alec was a nice singer and a rather handsome fellow, but it was just creepy. Naturally, Bishop stood behind her, staring the bard down. She had come to get used to his possessive nature, as long as he didn’t go overboard. As Alec kept complimenting her power and beauty, he had graciously invited her to a concert of his, dedicated entirely to the Dragonborn. After a bit of convincing, Alec finally gave her a second ticket for Bishop. If she was going to this concert, there was no fucking way she was going alone.

“Come on, ladyship, are you really going to waste your time on some prissy bard who thinks he can sweep you off your feet with some stupid ballad?”

“Shut up, just let him do his thing!”

“Ah, my bad, sorry for insulting your boot-licking boyfriend.”

Yet another eye roll. She knew the ranger was right, though, the bard was obviously trying to court her. She almost felt bad for the fellow, but at the same time she could secretly not wait for Alec to try something.

“Whatever,” Bishop sighed, starting to walk up to the tavern room they rented, “my feet are killing me, so I’ll be in bed if you require my assistance, if you catch my drift.”

“Ok, but make sure you wake up in time.”

“In time for what?”

Ava turned towards him, raising an eyebrow. “Um, the concert of course? If you think I’m going alone, you are dead wrong.”

Bishop stopped and turned to her, examining her from head to toe. “Hah, I’m sorry, my ears must be clogged, because I think I just heard you say I’m coming with you to that fairy’s concert.”

Ava put her hands on her hips, raising an eyebrow at him. She waved the two tickets around.

“No.”

“Bishop!”

“Absolutely not!”

“Why not?”

“Is that even a question worth asking?”

“By the gods, Bishop, it’s not that big of a deal! Plus, what if he tries something?”

He snorted and started towards their shared room. “I think we both know you’re more than capable of handling yourself.”

Damn, he got her there. Rolling her eyes, she sighed dramatically. As stubborn as she was, she knew this was a dispute she would not win. Shrugging, she turned on her heel and started towards the local blacksmith, trying to kill some time.

 *

 It had been exactly four and a half hours after the concert had ended and Ava was still not back. At first, he didn’t even bat an eye, why should he worry about the damn Dragonborn? She was probably off doing her thing…whatever that would be. Now all he could think about was her cold, lifeless body lying around in some ditch. He looked towards Karnwyr, who in turn let out a low whine, poking his knee with his nose. He bent down and scratched behind his ear.

“Don’t worry buddy. We’re gonna find her.”

Strapping on his knifes and bow, he swung open the door, almost knocking Ava down. She looked up at him, surprised.

“Are you heading out?” she asked.

“Ladyship, you’re…” Bishop had to resist the urge to scoop her up in his arms and hold her close. “You’re alright!”

“Um…of course I’m alright,” she laughed, walking past him and petting Karnwyr before disposing of her weapons.

“Where the hell have you been?! Do you know what time it is?!”

“Didn’t know I had a curfew,” she said, raising an eyebrow.

“The concert ended four hours ago, where have you been?!”

She turned to face him fully, crossing her arms. “What exactly is your problem?”

Bishop scoffed sarcastically, stepping closer to her. “My problem is that you go prancing off in an unknown, godforsaken city this late at night, and I’m sitting here worried sick! I have no idea where you are or if you’re in trouble! That’s my problem, Ava!”

Ava hesitated, before giggling ever so softly. It was the prettiest sound Bishop had ever heard and had he not been angry he would’ve been blushing right about now.

“Aww!”

“What the hell do you mean ‘aww’?”

“I find it cute that you worry so much about me, I had no idea!

“Stop it…”

“So thoughtful of you!”

“Stop it.”

“No seriously, it’s very endearing.”

“Gods damn it, stop it, woman!”

She giggled again and it made Bishop’s heart flutter. She grasped his arm, looking up at him with a small smile.

“Just for you, I’ll try and come back early if I can from now on, sound good?”

Bishop grunted in response, turning away from her and plopping into a chair, starting to sharpen one of his knifes.

“Also, did you pick up those spare changes of clothes?”

“Yeah, they’re right on there.”

“Good, I’m tired of sleeping in my armor”

He watched her as she dug through Bishop’s pack, picking out a pure white nightgown that reached her knees. Putting her curls up in a messy bun, she signaled him to turn around so she could change. With a heavy sigh he got to his feet and turned, leaning against the wall.

“So…where were you anyway?” Bishop asked nonchalantly, pretending to be extremely interested in his hunting knife.

“Oh, I was with Alec,” he almost cut himself when he heard her, furrowing his brow. Ava hesitated before dismissing his strange behavior. “Yeah, he invited me to this small tavern after the concert. The food was exquisite there, the mead…oh…heavenly!”

“Why the hell did you go out with that clown? Desperate much?”

“…why wouldn’t I go?”

“Because—” Bishop blinked, realizing he really didn’t have much of an excuse. Unless ‘hey, I’m in love with you but I’m too much of a bitch to tell you but you’re still mine, so you’re not allowed to go out with other guys’ counts.

“Whatever. You’re acting weirder than usual. You can turn around now, by the way.”

As soon as he turned around, he froze. He had never seen her in a dress before, so…exposed. The pure white nightgown hugged her form snuggly, showing off just the tiniest of cleavage. Her toned arms were exposed, and so were her smooth legs. Her wild curls were pulled up, revealing her neck, small curls framing her face. She looked so beautiful and Bishop could not stop staring.

“…what?”

“I’m surprised you’re not as hairy as Karnwyr.”

“Excuse me, but I am still a lady! I can’t stand hair!”

Chuckling, he changed into a simple white tunic and black pants, hopping into bed and winking at Ava.

“You coming in or not? I wanna go to sleep already.”

[dragonshost]

gintama, ginzura, promot: “I walked until I got arrested.” Please and thank you, i am a big fan of your blog

Thank you so much anon, I LIVE for these morons and I had so much fun imagining and writing this.  Special thanks go to @thatoneonfire for helping me out with this immensely!!

I must warn you that this is a bit crass because it’s... well, it’s Gintama.

Below The Cut

Knock Knock Knock

Gintoki groaned at the sound, like a jackhammer aimed at his head.  His hangover was particularly bad this morning.  Nausea swam through his body like a fish.  “Go away!” he yelled, and then winced at his own voice.

Knock Knock Knock

“I don’t care who’s there!” Gintoki shouted, picking up his pillow and placing it over his ears and trying to become one with his futon.  It was too damn early in the morning for this.

Knock Knock Knock

“I don’t have rent, old lady!  Go bother someone else!”  There was no possible way it was a customer.  Not this early in the day.  Customers for Odd Jobs never came around at a decent hour, because decent people waited until the afternoon to get shit accomplished, like proper, upstanding citizens should.  Not that they got a whole lot of proper citizens patronizing them, now that he thought about it.

Knock Knock Knock

“No one’s home! Leave a message after the beep!  Beep!”

Blessed silence fell over the office, and Gintoki heaved a sigh, choking back the bile that rose up when he did so.  Ugh, he felt like shit.

Ding Ding Ding

Dammit, they found the doorbell.  Now he was screwed.  He had to either get up and answer it, or let them wake up Kagura and she would answer it - with a kick straight through it.  Gintoki couldn’t afford to replace it again; he was starting to get a reputation for door theft in the neighborhood and he couldn’t bring that kind of heat down on his head again.

“Alright, alright!  I’m coming!”  With a groan, he heaved his corpse out of the futon and stumbled out of his room.

Ding Ding Ding

“I said I’m coming, you a**holes!” he snapped, bumping his shin into the table.  “C***s****ing a**holes!”

Ding Ding Ding... dingdingdingdingdingdingdingding

“Stop button-mashing!  Do you think this is Mortal *ombat?!  Are you here to avenge your sensei?!”  Throwing the door open, Gintoki continued, “I’m gonna show you exactly where you can shove that button-mashing finger, you peace-disturbing piece of-”

His rant abruptly cut off as he met the bewildered stare of the person disturbing his peace.

Or rather, persons.

There was a full squad of uniformed Shinsengumi in front of his door, and spilling out onto the stairway and into the thoroughfare.  Which would be sufficient cause for alarm on most days, but particularly alarming were the four people immediately on his threshold: a scowling demonic vice-chief, a sadist barely containing his glee, and a fully stark naked chief holding the leash of a renowned joui terrorist Katsura Kotarou wearing the shabbiest dog costume Gintoki had ever seen in his life.

Kondo cleared his throat.  “Um... sorry to disturb you so early in the morning, but I think I found something that belongs to yo-”

The door slammed shut in his face.

“Hey!! What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Hijikata yelled, grabbing the handle and trying to force it back open.

Using all of his might to hold it closed, Gintoki shouted back, “I’m going back to bed!  Whatever sick fetish this is, I don’t want any part of it!”

“Just open the damn door!  Do you think we want to be here any more than you want us?!”

“Stand back, sir, I’ve got this,” Okita piped up, a heavy clunking emanating from the other side of the door.

“Would you all shut UP!”  A red-pajama-ed leg sailed past Gintoki’s nose, punching straight through the door and knocking Okita and his trusty rocket launcher off the roof.  Gintoki stared through the gaping hole in his door as Kagura let out a yawn, and then stretched.  Scratching her belly, she crawled back through the hole in the door and stumbled past the furiously sweating Gintoki, letting out a loud belch on her way.

Meeting Gintoki’s eyes, Kondo cleared his throat once more.  “Um... sorry to disturb you so early in the morning, but I think I-”

“I heard you the first time!” Gintoki snapped.  “What do you want?!  You’ve disturbed my sleep, upset my ward, and now you’ve put a hole through my door-”

“Don’t you blame that on us!” hissed Hijikata.  He jabbed his finger at Gintoki.  “That was clearly your kid’s fault!”

“My kid?!  I clearly saw that rocket launcher your kid was about to blast me with!  And didn’t your mother ever tell you it’s rude to point?!” he accused, not following his own statement and pointing his finger back at the Shinsengumi’s Vice Chief.

Kondo cleared his throat.  “Um... sorry to disturb you so early-”

A vein throbbed on Gintoki’s head.  “I said that you already said that part!  Just tell me why your furry b**** are darkening my doorstep already, Gorilla!  So I can go back to sleep!”  Given that Katsura was in a dog costume standing with the Shinsengumi, it was sure to be incredibly stupid but that would be par for the course at this point.

“Well, we were out on an early morning patrol, and we happened upon the dogcatcher.”  Beside him, Katsura, in his costume, nodded along   “Then I saw this little guy looking out the back, with such sad eyes, and I could just hear that one commercial with Sarah McLaughing playing in my head, you know?”

“Understandable, but that’s clearly not a dog,” Gintoki pointed out.  “That’s a terrorist.”

“Being cute is not illegal,” chided Kondo, reaching over and patting Katsura on the head.  “The dogcatcher had caught him, and he knows his business, Gintoki.  I’m not about to question it.  Besides which, this good boy was holding this sign around his neck.”  He passed it through the hole to Gintoki.

“Where was this?” Gintoki questioned, taking in gingerly.  “Where were you hiding this?!”

“That’s not important,” replied Kondo, a blush spreading across his cheeks.  Both sets of them.

Disgusted and regretting the fact that he’d already taken the damn thing from him, Gintoki looked over what it said.

If FoundPlease Return To:Sakata GintokiOdd Jobs GinAbove Bar OtoseKabukicho, Edo

‘What the f*** was Zura doing?!?!  And he got caught by the dogcatcher?!?!  Does no one in Edo have eyes?!?!  And what is up with this “good boy” nonsense?!?!  Zura’s never been good a day in his life!’

“Woof,” said Katsura, helpfully.

It took every ounce of self-control that Gintoki possessed to stop himself from killing Katsura on the spot.  “I don’t want this package.”  Gintoki glanced down at Kondo’s crotch.  “Either of these packages.”

Hijikata rolled his eyes.  “Look, we have better things to do than stand around your place yakking all day long.  Just take the damn dog so we can go already.  Also, when did you get a new dog?  I could’ve sworn you only had the one.”

“Me too, buddy.”

“You know that you’re going to have to get a kennel license, right?” Okita pointed out, finally working his way back up through the rest of the squad and onto the walkway.  “We’ll overlook it this time as a favor to you, Boss, but you’ll have to turn in the paperwork within a week or two or else get a fine.”

Gintoki blinked slowly.  “...What?”

“A kennel license.  Because with four dogs, you have to get one.”  He started ticking them off on his fingers, “The white furball, this decrepit looking one, the old one you keep downstairs...”

Gintoki wondered if Okita was referring to Hasegawa or Otose with that.

“...and the red bitch with hair buns that-”

“WHAT WAS THAT YOU CALLED ME?!”  A red blur whooshed past Gintoki’s head for the second time, breaking apart more of the door and sending Okita over the edge once again.  Her work complete, she turned and stared at Katsura, finally noticing him for the first time.  “Look, it’s dog shit in a dog costume.”

Katsura wheezed painfully at Kagura’s harsh words.  “Leader!” he protested, only to garner the immediate and intense appraisal of everyone around him.  “I m-mean... W-woof.”

Narrowing his eyes at Katsura, Hijikata addressed Gintoki.  “I’ve been meaning to ask you this, but what kind of dog is he?  That was a pretty human sounding ‘Woof’ just now.”

‘What about the rest of it?!’ Gintoki internally shouted.  ‘It’s only the bark that concerns you?!  Why are you only starting to question this right now?!’

“...I’m a spacedog,” Katsura himself offered.  “We can talk, actually.  Sorry I didn’t say anything before now.”

Kondo nodded.  “That checks out.”  When it looked like Hijikata might protest after all, Kondo silenced him with a raised hand and a shake of his head.  “Calm down, Toshi.  Remember where we found him.  I’m sure the dogcatcher knows better than anyone what is and what isn’t a dog.  It isn’t our job to question fellow officers of the law.”

“I’m personally questioning the ones right in front of me,” muttered Gintoki.  “Since you’re talking now, just what was it that you did to get captured by the dogcatcher?”

“I was just walking around, until I got arrested out of the blue by that scary man with the net.  It was terrifying.”

‘I mean, it’s clear that you’re a highly suspicious person, and I’m glad that someone took you off the streets, but come on!  Getting caught by the dogcatcher is not the same as getting arrested, you moron!  Speaking of which, it’s a miracle you haven’t been up to this point!’

“Aww...”  Kondo petted Katsura on the head once more, the look in his eyes tender.  “I’m sorry, that must have been quite the ordeal for you.”

“It’s been quite the ordeal for me so far, honestly,” Gintoki observed.

Shuffling sheepishly, Kondo tentatively asked, “By the way, I’ve been wondering... what is his name?”

“It’s Zura,” offered Kagura, before Gintoki could stop her.

“I’m not Zura!” Katsura declared.  “I’m Katsura!”

‘I shouldn’t even try to save him.  Zura is just asking to get arrested at this point.’

Kondo blinked, then let out a huge laugh from deep in his belly.  “That’s hilarious!  What a fantastic name!  So that’s why you called him a terrorist before!  I will say that it’s apt.  He’s certainly hijacked my heart, the little rascal.”

Begrudgingly, Hijikata nodded.  “I have to say, I’m surprised but naming an animal after a fellow animal is a pretty clever idea.”

Gintoki opened his mouth, and then quickly shut it with a snap.  He sighed heavily through his nose, and rubbed his aching head.  “Shinsengumi... someday, we’re going to have to have a talk about your face-blindness.”  Deciding it would be faster to get rid of them all by playing along, he continued in a monotone, “Thank you for returning my pet.  If you will just hand him over to me, you can be on your way.”  The sooner they were gone, the sooner he could kick Katsura out and go back to sleep and possibly his anti-nausea medication.

Shockingly, Kondo hesitated, staring deep into Katsura’s eyes.  His own were soft around the edges, and his hand on the fake-dog’s head was gentle.

In The Arms Of The Angel

Katsura gazed back at him, thinking the other man was challenging him to a staring contest and not wanting to back down from it.

Fly Away From Here

“Stop that!” Gintoki demanded, looking around desperately for the source of the music.  “Stop with the melodramatic music!  This isn’t a touching moment!  Neither of these two are on the same page!  One of them clearly thinks this is a staring contest!”

From This Dark, Cold, Hotel Room

“THIS ISN’T EVEN A HOTEL ROOM, IT’S MY HOUSE!!  PLEASE STOP IT, SONG FICS AREN’T EVEN ALLOWED ON FFN!  DRAGON’SHOST IS GOING TO GET SUED AT THIS RATE!”

And The Endlessness That Y-

The music abruptly cut off, Kagura proudly holding up a broken boombox.  “I took care of it, Gin-chan!”

“Good job, Kagura!”  He gave her a thumbs up.  “Zura, let’s go.”

Breaking eye contact with Kondo at last (mostly because the other man’s were tearing up from strain and he wanted to save his opponent some dignity), Katsura waddled over to Gintoki in his tattered suit.  As he passed by him, he laid a paw on Gintoki’s shoulder.  “Thank you, my friend,” he whispered so only they could hear.  “I was afraid my cover was blown.  But thanks to you, I can continue with my undercover infiltration plans.”

“The only thing you’ve managed to infiltrate is my house, you moron,” Gintoki muttered darkly.

“Nevertheless, I will not forget this debt.”

“I hope that debt comes with a monetary reward.”  He wasn’t going to hold his breath, though.

Katsura smiled, and continued past him into the house.

“There,” Gintoki stated, beckoning for Kagura to come inside as well.  “Now that your business is concluded, please go away now.”

“Wait.”  Kondo motioned his hand towards the broken boombox Kagura was making off with.  “That’s my personal property.  I’m not mad about you destroying it, but can I at least have it back?”

Kagura looked him up and down coldly, a sneer spreading across her face.  “Mine now.  Finder’s keepers.  If you wanted it so badly, maybe you should have taken care of it and not broken it.”

“That was you that broke it, idiot,” Gintoki pointed out.  “Just give it back to him.  We already have Zura, we don’t need more pointless junk.”

“Had Zura, you mean.”

The man blinked.  “Eh? What do you mean, by ‘had’?” he questioned, his voice pitching an octave higher.  “Eh?  Kagura-chan?  What?  Why are you using past tense?”

Pointing into the main office, Kagura stated, “Sadaharu got jealous of a new dog in the house.”

Right on cue, Katsura’s bloody form collapsed in the entrance to the hallway.

In The Arms Of The Angel

A strangled gurgle erupted from Gintoki’s mouth.

Fly Away From Here

Katsura shakily raised his head, blood streaming down his face.

From This Dark, Cold, Hotel Room

“NOOOOO!” Kondo screamed, time slowing down as he ran towards the injured spacedog.  Only to stumble and fall just short of his goal.  He reached out towards Katsura, his fingers straining to reach him.

With a trembling hand, Katsura reached back.

And The Endlessness That You Fear

Just before their fingers could touch... a giant white paw slammed down on Katsura’s back, dragging him back into the office.

“NOOOO!” Crying, Kondo curled his fingers and slammed them against the tatami.  “Why?!  Why did it have to end this way?!”

You Are Pulled From The Wreckage

A horrible ripping sound penetrated the air, followed by a wet squelch as a tattered and bloody tail of Katsura’s dog costume hit the mats right in front of Kondo.

“ZURAAAAAAA!” sobbed the Shinsengumi chief.  “ZUUUURAAAA!!”

Of Your Sile-

The music cut off again, and Gintoki turned to stare as Yamazaki put down his own boombox.  He shrugged.  “It seemed appropriate before, but now that it’s become a horror, I thought I should stop.”

Gintoki stared at him.  “How long have you been there?”

Offended, Yamazaki huffed, “That’s rude!  I’ve been here the whole time!  Didn’t you see me?!”

He thought it over.  “...Nope.”  When Yamazaki continued to stare at him in accusation, Gintoki defended himself.  “You’re like Shinpachi levels of bland, but without even glasses to give you some sort of presence, I didn’t even notice you were there.”

“How?!” Kondo demanded, rising to his knees.  Snot dripped down his face, and his eyes were rimmed red with his tears of despair.  “How can you all just stand there and talk so calmly?  He was your pet, wasn’t he, Gintoki?  A dog, man’s best friend?  He just died in front of you!  How can you stand there like nothing happened?”

Shoving a finger up his noise, Gintoki hummed in thought.  “Eh...”  He pulled his finger out, contemplated the treasure he’d just excavated, and then flicked it at Yamazaki, who flailed to avoid the projectile. “He’s probably fine.”

Kondo gestured with an open hand towards the murder scene.  “He’s dead!”

“I’m sure he’ll get better.  I have absolute faith in how impossible he is to kill.”

Sniffling, Kondo wiped his face with one arm.  “I’m going to... I’m going to pay my respects.  To the bravest dog I’ve ever known.”

With a sigh, Gintoki begrudgingly followed Kondo into the room.  He nearly ran into the man as he stood inside, his jaw dropped.  “What the heck, Gorilla?  Don’t you know better than to just suddenly stop in front of someone?”  When there was no response, Gintoki stepped around him and got his first good look of the room.  And then immediately wished that he hadn’t.

“What the hell are you doing to my office, Zura?!”

The man looked up, the bottom half of his dog costume pulled down to his ankles as he popped a squat next to Sadaharu, who was doing the same.  “I’m not Zura, I’m Katsura.  And Sadaharu said that he would respect me as junior member of the household if I could prove myself to him.  So we’re doing that.”

“What part of that translates to ‘take a dump in Gintoki’s house’?!  And when did you learn how to speak dog anyway, you mangy mutt?!”

“I am a dog,” Katsura reminded Gintoki of his cover.  “Maybe not originally, as I’m just a gun that ate the Dog Dog vegetable.”

“What do you think this is, One Park?!  And didn’t you say you were a spacedog, before?!”

“A space gun that became a dog. But I will prove myself here and now as a proper pet with the best cannonball that I can produce!”

A brown mosaic dropped onto the floor.

“It’s a big ball of SOMETHING all right!” Gintoki shouted.

“Don’t interfere, my friend!” cautioned Katsura, holding up a hand to forestall Gintoki stalking over there and beating the literal crap out of it.  “This is a battlefield!  It’s about honor!”

“No, it’s clearly about crap!”

Kondo clenched his fist, bringing it to his hairy chest and holding it over his heart.  “I was right about you, Zura.”

“I’m not Zura, I’m-”

Tears glistened anew in Kondo’s eyes.  “I was right in thinking that you were the bravest dog I had ever seen.  Would you... would you allow me to fight by your side, as your comrade?”

Katsura stared up at the naked man, his eyes glistening with the depth of his emotions.  “Kondo... Yes, I would be honored if you fought alongside me.  Comrade.”

“NO!” Gintoki screamed, about ready to throttle all of them.  Only a healthy fear of being arrested kept him from actively doing so.  “GO OUTSIDE!!  I’M BEGGING YOU!  THERE’S A CHILD HERE!  WE’RE ALREADY PUSHING THE RATING OF THIS WITH YOU GUYS EXPOSING YOURSELVES IN FRONT OF HER!”

“Wait!”  Kagura ran into the room, already dropping trou as well.  “Don’t leave me out!”

“You see?!  You’re a bad influence!  Kagura, don’t follow their example!  You’re better than that!  The PTA is going to come after us again!”

“Hmph.”  Pushing past Gintoki, Okita stared down the scene in front of them.  “Just as I thought.  What a crass bitch.”

“Thank you, Okita.”  Gintoki looked at him with hope in his heart.  “Finally, someone with some common sense-”

Okita shook his head.  “Sorry, Boss.  But I’m not about to let her outdo me at something,” he said, before rushing in to join the literal sh**show.

Tears began to stream down Gintoki’s face.  He wasn’t altogether sure if they were from his despair or from the rancid stench starting to fill the small space.  “Please, you monsters,” he begged them.  “Think of the animators who have to draw all this sh**!  Think of their training, their hard work, their hopes and aspirations they must have had!  Only to culminate in working on a tower of excrement!  Think of how accurately they have to draw this, for the mosaic program to pick it up?  Think of what you’re doing to them!  For something that we totally can’t air now!  The only ones going to be happy about this are your proctologists!”

His heartfelt speech fell on deaf ears, as the crapping contest continued unabated.  Gintoki watched the whole thing, numb inside.

When it was finally over, and the participants were quite literally and thoroughly crapped out, Kondo approached Gintoki.  “I was wondering if I could speak to you, Gintoki.  Man to man.”

Gintoki sighed heavily.  “Don’t you mean gorilla to man?  But yeah, sure.  What is it?”

Laying a hand on Gintoki’s shoulder, Kondo confessed, “I think I love your dog, Gintoki.”

“Yeah, okay.  Raise the rating on this thing, why don’t you.”

He shook his head.  “Not that like that.  I mean, I’ve fallen in love with his samurai spirit.  It’s the same spirit which forms the basis the Shinsengumi’s heart and soul.  I was wondering, since your pets don’t seem to get along, if I might take him back with me to the Shinsengumi.  We could use such a noble mascot among our ranks.”

Completely numb and wanting to be done with this whole affair, Gintoki could only nod.  “If it will get all of you out of my house, I don’t care anymore.  Just take him and go.”

Kondo smiled. “Thank you, Gintoki!  I will not soon forget this favor!”

“Good, because I’ll be sending you the repair bills for this.”

Ignoring him, Kondo repeated, “I will not soon forget this favor!”

“Didn’t you hear me?  I said I’ll be sending you the-”

Hijikata stepped beside Gintoki and shook his head.  “Don’t waste your breath.  We’ll take care of it, if you forget this ever happened.”

“Deal.”

As everyone began to pack up and leave - including Kagura, who was out of her favorite pickled seaweed - Katsura walked up to Gintoki.  “Gintoki.  Words cannot express my gratitude.  Thanks to your sacrifice, I was able to successfully infiltrate the Shinsengumi.”

“You literally crapped your way in, but okay.”

“Regardless...”  Katsura paused, and looked deep into Gintoki’s eyes.  “I heard everything you said before opening your door, you know.”  When Gintoki opened his mouth to reply, Katsura shook his head.  His eyes flicked over to the gathered Shinsengumi members waiting at the door for him to join him.  “Gintoki.  I know that it will be difficult to see your friend leaving, and wagging his tail for a different master.  But I will always treasure the times we spent together - both the difficult ones, and the easier times where we were full of laughter and hope.  I will always treasure you, even though are paths are different.  Even if others would not agree with my decision, and hate you, I never will.  Do you understand?”

You Are Pulled From The Wreckage

Gintoki found he had no more words left in him as the soft piano playing from Yamazaki’s boombox began to fill the room.  Nothing he could say to express the well of warmth rising inside his soul at Katsura’s words.  So he said nothing, and just nodded.

Of Your Reverie

Katsura smiled.  “Good.  I will see you again someday, I’m sure. Take care of yourself, and your new comrades, Gintoki.  I know how much you treasure them, too.”

You’re In The Arms Of The Angel

He nodded again, shortly.  “Yeah.”

May You Find Some Comfort Here

As Katsura left with the Shinsengumi, Gintoki followed him outside.  As Katsura reached the bottom of the stairs, he paused and looked back up at Gintoki, a warm smile on his face.

You’re In The Arms Of The Angel

Then he turned slowly, and departed, the piano notes fading softly behind him.

May You Find Some Comfort Here

Gintoki stood out on the balcony for some time, leaning against the railing.  Once Katsura was out of sight, he returned back into his office.

And came face to the face with The Great Tower of Mosaics.

He stared at it for a moment, flies attracted to the stench buzzing around his head.

Then he shut the door, and left the building.

“Pachinko time.”

This was a problem for Future Gintoki.

[mingi-bubu]

Watch “Gaya Sa Pelikula” with Me!

Episode 2

so we are back real quick

i have water, laptop’s plugged in, brian is empty

as the man outside the tiger inside mark lee would say, lezgeddit!

a check

by ate?

i genuinely hate the british accent shes tryign to put on

a;lkdfa

im an ally AND a socialist :)

jadlfjasadkjfa REMEMBER NO H

IM SICK

this

alsdkfjadlkf my brother *handshake emoij* vlad

“ate not my hair”

i want to write the entire cast and production team a thank you for this show bc its so beautifully shot

unpacking isnt part of the deal

oh semantics woooowwwww

JFA;DKSJFAKSDJF WHAT KIND OF BOYFRIEND ARE YOU

THE ARM THING

aldkfjalsdkfja;lsdkj the cut im sicccck

ok haruhi we get it

god i want rice

BRO YOUR EGGS

Y O U R  EGGS

THE EGGS

JUST TAKE THEM OFF THE HEAT JESUS

bro

like i understand the point of that whole thing was to show how new he is to living alone

but like all he had to do was turn off the heat

oh sweetie

tito sants is great

ald;fkad;ksljf he’ll have them cursed im sickened

awww tito is so nice

oh

oh dear

sweetie...

is he gonna invite vlad back up?

be a good person

do it coward

ad;jflsk hes socute with his pouting

w o w

dick move bud

dick. move.

is like no one else on that side of the buildign?

is this for realisies or just his guilty consciience?

yeah ok consienceOH MY GOD ATE

happy hallowe’en i guess

aldfkjal;ksdjfasd thats so fucking

dude

cajfa;lskd can he im

i keep wanting to call karl “louis” and idk why

he just gives me louis vibes i guess

bitch did he even wash his hands?

what makes snese

sense

SPEAK NOW OCWARD

i guess thats as closwe as we’re getting to

bro youre like...

have you not been eating?  youre like scarfing that down babe

aldfjajdf b

boyFRIENd

the hand thing im so sick

i love vladimir so much oh my god

adlkfjalskdsj who doesnt have a gay uncle

that

that wasnt the question babe

~its the internalized home of phobia~

bruv you were just scarfinTHERE IS STILL RICE ON THE PLATE TF

SAY SOMETHING

FINALLY.  JESUS.

idk what theyre eating but i really really want tortang talong now

oh

yes

akldjf;alkjdf;alkjsfd im sickkkk

brah

that is an armpit

aefjalkdsfja

the whole thing im

on the couch

so-fa!

tbh i wouldaldkfja;ldksjf *mocking tone* so-fa

is this another dream

yeah

alfja;klsdjf bitch me too the fuck

ok i know this is from a movie bc i saw the gifset for it

i am

uncomfy

and he is YEETED INTO THE LAND OF THE LIVING (wakefulness)

(gising gising a;kdfjald;kj)

oh i love the generic posters above the bed

FILM SITE OMG

YAY KARL!!!

OH FUCK I CHANGED MY MIND I WANT CORNED BEEF AND SPAM???

PLEASE

PLEASE PLEAE PEAJFAPIEW CUFF HIM RIGHT NOW COWARD

his ex.

o.o

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hes a film student

oh

my god

oh my god

thats so dramatic for no reason

aww

theyre house buddies now

oh hes moved away from the kitchen table in the end credits scene

i want to watch or read interviews about this i need to rmember to look them up

wait hey arent those guys the ones from like 2gether or something?  i know i recognize the names

oh that closing quote i :’(

anyways that’s it for this episode!!!

stay safe and stay healthy <333

[nineteenseventeenbarnes00]

THE GIRL WHO CRIED WOLF

Pairing: CollegeAU! Steve x reader Genre: fluff Word Count: 3917 Warnings: n/a

"What the hell," someone muttered, nudging on my foot. I groggily open my eyes to see my best friend standing at the foot of my bed. "Y/N, we're gonna be late."

"Oh, Steve," I whisper, my voice hoarse and scratchy from just waking up. "You're ready already?"

"Well, isn't this a wonderful sight?" he teases, ignoring my question.

"Yeah, I'm a beauty, before and after bed."

"Sure, you are," he rolls his eyes playfully. "Get up, lazy," Steve grabs a pillow from my bed and throws it towards me. I scowl at him and throw the pillow back, then slowly get out of bed and make my way towards the bathroom.

"Hurry up, we're gonna be late," I hear Steve's muffled voice from behind the bathroom door. "Our first class starts in an hour!"

I wonder how he gets up and comes here early. Oh right, he only lives three houses down.

Exactly 15 minutes later, I emerge from the bathroom, all clean and ready for class in my blue hoodie and black jeans.

"Ready?" Steve asks me with a raised eyebrow, scanning through a novel I had left on the table.

"Yeah! Let's head off right-"And right on cue, my stomach grumbles. I turn a light shade of pink as Steve chuckles.

"Not until you have breakfast, you're not," he tells me, getting up from my bed and walking towards the door, grabbing my bag on the way. "Let's go grab a bite. We have time to spare."

We arrive at the diner a couple of blocks away from school. We sat down at an empty booth as Wanda, my friend and the daughter of the owner the diner, comes up and takes our orders.

"Good morning, you two!" she greets, handing us menus.

"I don't understand why you still need to give us menus. We always get the same things. "

"Hey, buddy. Don't be so rude," I scolded before apologizing at Wanda.

"No worries, Y/N," Wanda smiles before walking away, passing our orders to the chef.

"You should apologize," I told Steve, nudging his foot with my foot. "Buck is rubbing off on you."

"Fine," he sighs. I shake my head and unlock my phone.

"Steve, do you have soccer practice after class?" I ask, keeping my eyes glued to the text my mom had just sent about her last-minute night shift at the hospital. 

Not hearing a reply from the guy, I look up to see him staring at someone behind me.

Raising an eyebrow, I turned around to see him staring at Sharon, a freshman in school.

"You like her?" I asked him, kicking his knee.

He finally realized I was talking to him before he abruptly nodded.

"Aww, cute," I coo sarcastically. "Isn't she a bit out of your league?"

"What a friend you are, Y/N." He mumbles before continuing to watching the blonde beauty.

"Why don't you go talk to her?" Steve looks at me as if I grew an extra head.

I roll my eyes and divert my attention to Wanda, who was bringing over our pancakes and bacon.

"Ok," Steve suddenly speaks in the middle of cutting his pancakes. "How do I talk to her?"

"Like how you're talking to me?" I answer, looking at him weirdly.

"I mean, what do I say to her?" he asks, chuckling.

"Hmm…" I hum, taking a bite of my bacon as I thought of ways.

"Well?" he asks after a while.

"Zip it, Sherlock," I glare at him. "I'm the one thinking here."

Steve groans and goes back to eating. And that's when it hit me.

"I GOT IT," I announce, slamming my palm on to the table, and Steve puts his full attention on me. Wow, he must really like this girl. "Paper chat."

"Paper what?" he asks, clearly confused.

"You don't just go up and talk to her," I explain. "You can drop a letter or a telegram of some sort down her locker."

"Like a secret admirer?" he gives me a look, ready to reject my idea.

"Aren't you?"

Funny how things go your way, but you end up regretting it in the long run.

Steve told me about how he decided to try my 'weird plan,' and it worked. Of course, it worked. If it was someone else, it wouldn't, but this was Steve we're talking about. He's a senior, a soccer player, a complete gentleman to everyone except me, and not exactly bad looking. Sharon would be an idiot to turn someone like that down. Or am I just biased? He is my best friend.

"Y/N!" Steve calls from down the hall, running to where I was.

"Whoa, calm your butt down," I laugh at the overly bright smile on his face. "What's up?"

"I DID IT!" he cheers, hugging me.

"W-Wait, did what?" I ask him, slightly suffocating from his hug.

"The paper chat thing!" he explains, letting me go, the huge-ass smile on his face never faltering.

"Hey, good job, big guy," I tell him, smiling. I was genuinely happy for him. He never really took an interest in girls before, so it's a good thing he got a good response on his first try. "Tell me all about it!"

He starts telling me about how he dropped his first message. He had told her that he found her attractive and that maybe they could get some coffee together, leaving his name and locker number. Later that day, he had found a letter in his locker. It was a response from her telling him that she was interested.

"Well, good luck," I cheer as he tells me about their plan to meet-up later that afternoon.

"Thanks, Y/N," he grins, bringing me into another hug before moving on to his next class.

A couple of days later, I find out they were officially going out. That was fast, not that it was any of my business, though. After their café date that afternoon, Steve told me he couldn't come over in the mornings anymore because Sharon wanted him to walk with her to school every day. I didn't mind, I was happy for him because he did deserve the best.

He didn't stop hanging out with me through. Sometimes, we'd have lunch together with our other friends while Sharon sat with hers. We'd hang out on weekends, and Steve would often come over for dinner every time my mom asked me where he was. Things haven't changed, well, not yet anyway.

One day, after class, I stayed behind for majorette practice. We practiced at the edge of the soccer field, where Steve and the rest of the team were practicing. I noticed Sharon sitting by the bleachers, watching him. I was happy that she was giving him attention.

By six in the evening, the coach dismissed us. I looked over to the field to see the guys still at it, figures since they usually don't finish until seven or eight.

My eyes landed on Sharon, who was looking at me with a scowl. I raised an eyebrow, wondering what her problem was.

"Hey, Y/N," my friend and teammate, Maria, calls out, running over to where I stood. "Wanna walk home together?"

"Sure," I gleefully answered. At least I wasn't going home alone.

"Wait, do you mind if I dropped by the ladies?"

"It's fine," I laugh. "I'll wait here," I tell Maria as she dashes to the restroom.

I take out my phone and text my mom, telling her I was on my way home.

"Hey," a snarky voice calls out. I turned around to see Sharon talking to me. She was absolutely gorgeous up close. She had long blonde hair and flawless skin. It didn't help that her body was well proportioned as well.

"Oh, hello," I greet her, smiling.

She rolled her eyes. "Drop the stupid act."

"Excuse me?" I muttered, dumbfounded at what the girl had just said.

"You're pretty pathetic for an A-list student," she snickers.

"Do you have a problem with me?" I ask her, irritation was evident in my voice. I wasn't going to let someone I didn't even know talk to me like that. What kind of sick joke was this? How did Steve end up with a demon-like her?

"You keep hanging around Steve even when you know we're going out," she hisses. "You think you can steal him away from me, huh, whore?"

I am Y/N. I will not take shit like this. 

"FYI," I start, raising my voice. "He's my best friend. I HAVE the right to hang out with him." She rolls her eyes and opens her mouth to say something, but I interrupt her. 

"And who said anything about stealing him from you?" I asked. "Are you that insecure?"

She gasps at my accusation. "Y-You should be the insecure one!"

"Too bad, I'm not." I wave my hand dismissively.

"Not yet," she mumbles, walking away. An evil smile was etched on her face as she walks back to the bleachers.

"Sorry, Y/N," Maria yells, running over to where I stood. "Someone thought it was funny to lock the door."

"It's alright," I smile a bit as we both made our way to the gate.

I didn't take my encounter with Sharon seriously. I guess it was just something a lot of insecure girls feel when their boyfriends have girl best friends.

Nothing significant happened the next few days, and soon after, the weekend rolled in. I decided to spend my Saturday with Nat and Pepper, and we were currently on Omegle out of boredom.

"DUDE, HOW HORNY ARE THESE PEOPLE?" Nat exclaims, followed by fits of laughter as Pepper disconnects the current conversation.

"This website corrupts minds," Pepper mumbles, chatting with the next person as I nod in agreement.

"Hey, Y/N," Nat suddenly calls out. "How’s Steve and that chick?"

"I'm not sure," I tell her after thinking about it.

"And how are you and Bucky?" Pepper asks in a cheeky tone, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Hey, nothing is going on between us, ok?" I mumble, throwing a pillow at Pepper.

"Can't blame us for asking," Nat defends. "You two are cute together!"

"Well, I happen to think Steve and Y/N are cute together, too!" Pepper adds as Nat nods in agreement.

"We should-"Nat gets cut off as Steve storms into my room, a frown on his face.

"Oh, hi, Steve," Pepper greets, not noticing the look on his face. She didn't, but Nat did.

"Uhh, that's our cue to leave," Nat whispers, grabbing Pepper and leaving my room. Great.

"Hey, Steve," I stand up, approaching him. "What's up?"

"What's up?" he asks in disbelief, repeating my words. "You tell me what's up, Y/N."

"I don't follow," I answer, frowning.

"Sharon told me," he started. "About what you said to her."

"I didn't say anything to her, though…" I answer, trailing off as I realized what he was talking about.

"So you did," he snickers, a scowl on his face. "I can't believe you, Y/N! You of all people!"

"Please enlighten me," I tell him, crossing my arms, anger boiling. I hated it when people accused me of doing something. "What exactly did I do?"

"Sharon told me you confronted her and were saying mean things to her," he said. "I thought you supported me, Y/N. I thought you were happy for me."

"Steve," I groaned. "I am, ok?" I didn't know how to tell him that his girlfriend had just lied to him.

"Then explain it to me, Y/N," he sighed, sitting on the chair by my desk.

"She came up to me first," I explained. "She was telling me about how I was spending too much time with you or something."

Steve scoffs. He freaking scoffs. Lord.

"You know what," I stand up. "I don't know why you even bothered to ask for an explanation when you won't even believe me."

"I thought maybe you wouldn't make stuff up and give me a good explanation," he shakes his head. "Unbelievable."

That was it.

"No, Steve," I shout. "YOU'RE unbelievable. I can't even look at you right now."

"Well then, you won't have to anymore," he mumbles and walks out the door, slamming it in the process.

I plop on my bed and scream into my pillow. How will I fix this mess? Steve and I have never really argued before, let alone have someone come between us.

Since that day, Steve and I haven't spoken to each other. Not when we passed by each other, not when he spoke to my friends and I spoke to his. 

Our friends knew something had happened, but didn't bother asking. Steve had started to spend more time with Sharon, even cutting the time he spends with his friends. But hey, who was I to judge.

Two weeks later, on a Wednesday morning, I was walking down the hallway to the cafeteria. On the way, I bumped into Bucky. He was one of Steve's closest friends and my classmate back in kindergarten. We were pretty close, well, unfortunately, to the point where Nat and Pepper would ship us.

"Hello, Y/N," he grins, hugging me. I chuckle and hug him back.

"Hey, Buck. What's up?"

"Not much," he chuckled. "How are you?"

"Ok, what's up with the awkward talk?" I joked.

"I'm trying to be nice," he tells me, feigning hurt.

"You are, ok?" I assure him, playing along.

"Did you hear?" he suddenly asks me. I give him a look, clearly showing that I wasn't sure. "About Steve and Sharon?"

"That they're together?" I asked. "Of course, it's old-"

"No," he cut me off. "They broke up."

"Oh," was all I said. Was I supposed to be happy? Either way, Steve and I weren't on speaking terms anymore.

We bade each other goodbye, and I continued making my way to the cafeteria. I grabbed a tray and got lunch, making my way towards our usual spot. Perks of being a senior.

On the way, I passed by Steve, sitting at a table with his friends. I took a glance and noticed the dark circles under his eyes. He looked stressed out as he picked on his lunch. 

He looked up and we met eyes for one second before I pretended not to see him and continued walking.

I plopped myself on a seat beside Nat as she and Pepper converse about something that happened in their class. Wanda, who sat across me, was texting on her phone.

"Did you hear?" Pepper suddenly asks us. Leave it to Pep to hear about the things going on. "Steve and the chick broke up."

"No way," Nat gasped. "Already?"

"Yeah," Pepper nodded. "I heard she cheated on him."

My eyes widened in shock. How horrible could that girl be?

"Damn," Wanda mumbles, shaking her head.

Pepper glanced at me, knowing she was silently asking if Steve and I made up yet. I gave her a small smile and shook my head.

After class, I decided to go home instead of hanging out with Nat and the others - I was tired and I had tons of homework to do. On my way to the campus entrance, I see Steve standing there, leaning on the gate. He looks at me as I get closer. Trying to ignore him, I walk right past him until he grabs my wrist.

"No hello?" he lightly jokes, a small smile on his face. I pull my wrist out of his grip and ask him what he wanted.

"I…" he mumbles. "I just wanted to apologize about the other day."

"It's too late for that, Steve," I shake my head. Is he only apologizing now? After he loses her?

"You were right," he tells me, laughing sadly. "How could I be so stupid? Why did I choose some girl over my friend? My best friend, none the less."

"Exactly," I whisper, my words coming out harshly. "You believed the words of some girl instead of mine." He drops his head in shame.

Shaking my head, I leave him there and continued walking. I tried to blink away the tears that were threatening to fall but failed miserably. Two blocks later, I found myself a bench to sit on and cry my heart out for the first time since the whole incident.

The day after my encounter with Steve, I receive a text from Bucky, telling me to meet him after class. We decided to meet at the café across campus. I wonder what he needed to talk to me about, it seemed pretty urgent.

The door squeaked as I opened it, walking in. The smell of freshly brewed coffee hit me as I looked around for Bucky. He sat at a booth in the far corner of the café, sipping his drink. I made my way over and sat down.

"Hey, Y/N," he smiles. I smiled back.

"What did you need me for?" I ask him, straight to the point.

"Steve told me about your… Well, argument yesterday," he says. I nod, telling him to continue.

"You know what, Y/N? I think you're both pretty stupid and dense," Bucky chuckles and I open my mouth to say something, but he stops me. "Just listen to me first, ok?"

"Fine," I grumble.

"I know, you and Steve are best friends and I come second to Steve and all, which isn't my point, but… You two have been through a lot and made memories together. Heck, you two are sometimes inseparable. Doesn't that…" he trails off.

"Doesn't that what?" I ask him, raising an eyebrow. "What are you trying to say, buddy?"

"That maybe you two have been too blind to see that you two were practically together already," he finishes.

I laugh loudly, waiting for him to join me and tell me he was just kidding, but he doesn't. I stop laughing and look at him to see he was serious.

"Steve might be a bit slow, but I'm not."

"What do you mean, Buck?" 

"Just stop it, Y/N," he chuckles. "I know you're in love with him."

I couldn't reply. I just stared at him, wondering how he got it all figured out. I knew I hid it well. So well, not even Nat or Pepper had an idea.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I quickly blurt out.

"I don't know why you never made a move," Bucky says, crossing his arms and disregarding what I had just said.

"We just weren't meant to be, ok?" I finally admit in a whisper.

"You never even tried," he mumbled. "Steve is dense. Very dense. You should talk to him."

I don't answer him and he knows I won't say anything anymore.

"I'm not telling you to forgive him for what he did," he adds. "I just want my two friends to be happy."

"Think about it, Y/N" he gives me a small smile, patting my head, and walking out.

As I got home, Bucky's words continued echoing in my head.

Was he right? Was I supposed to tell Steve? How would he react? Am I supposed to apologize, or am I supposed to accept his apology? These questions kept bothering me and I didn't know how to answer any of them.

If I asked Pep, Nat, or Wanda for advice, they'd tell me to straight-up approach him, slam him on the wall and kiss him, and they'd be pretty dead serious, too. That is not an option right now.

Groaning, I sat up and decided to watch some television, staring at the screen, not caring what show was on. My mind was too busy thinking about someone. And just as I was about to switch the channel, my phone vibrated, indicating that I got a text.

FROM: Steve #1

We need to talk. Please talk to me, Y/N.

Staring at the screen, my fingers froze, not knowing how to reply. I thought about what Bucky said and after a long minute, I finally got the guts to respond.

TO: Steve #1

Fine. Only 10 minutes. Park down the street in 5.

I stood in the middle of the grassy field of the park under a streetlight. Kicking pebbles, I thought about what I would say to Steve once he arrived. And of course, speaking of the devil, I could hear him approaching.

"Hey," he greets softly, his voice barely audible, but I caught the words anyway.

"Hey," I greeted back, and then there was dead air.

"So," Steve says after clearing his throat. Were we always this awkward? "Thanks for coming."

"Sure," I answer him, eyes glued to the grass on the ground.

"Look," Steve starts. "I'm sorry, ok? I know I did wrong. I can't believe I hurt my own best friend."

"You got that right," I mumble.

"I was a dick. Well, I chose my dick over my head, and it's all my fault."

"Steve, keep it rated PG." I roll my eyes, knowing that line was probably taught to him by Bucky.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles. "I was speaking to Bucky earlier and he suggested that since I couldn't think of a better figure of speech."

"Anyway," he continues. "You might not be considering forgiving me, but I'll make it up to you for the rest of my life, I promise."

"Rest of your life," I repeat. "That's a long time."

"Exactly how I intend it to be."

"I don't understand," I tell him, finally looking up to meet his eyes as my eyebrows scrunch up in confusion.

Steve steps closer, grabbing my hands, a gasp escaping my lips as I try to push myself away.

"A long time, Y/N," he whispers. "That's how long I want us to be together."

"We're not together, Steve" I remind him, trying to escape is grasp only to have him hold my hand tighter.

"Y/N, I was stupid," he looks me straight in the eyes. "I had to take a beating to realize that maybe my heart belonged to you all along."

"Steve," I gasp.

"Please, Y/N, give me a chance," he begs, he looked vulnerable right now. "I'll make it right."

"I don't know, Steve," I whisper, looking away. I couldn't handle this anymore. Was he confessing to me? A million thoughts were running through my mind.

"Then tell me you don't feel the same way," he whispers back.

"I-I…"

"I know you do, Y/N, I can feel it," he tugs on my clenched palms.

"I- I don't want to get hurt," I finally admit.

"You won't," he promises. "I'll never hurt you again." he pulls me forward and into an embrace, this time, I don't resist.

"I love you, Y/N," he whispers, kissing my forehead.

"I love you too, idiot."

This was it, the secret I kept away from the world for so long was revealed and it ended well.

Thank you, Steve.

And they lived happily ever after.

For now.

[Somewhere…]

"Do you think he finally confessed to her, too?" Nat asked the two in front of her.

"Probably," Bucky shrugs, popping another gummy bear into his mouth.

"That boy," Nat shakes her head. "I had to knock some sense into him before he realized his feelings."

"Same goes for Y/N," Bucky follows, shaking his head as well. "For a smart girl, Y/N is pretty slow, too."

"Aww," Pepper coos. "You two are like the Cupid couple. You two should get together."

"Eww!" both of them shout at the same time.

The End.

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A/N i don’t hate Sharon in any way, i just thought i’d use her to minimize creating new characters haha

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MCSM Halloween Drabble: Part 2~

Radar ran for what felt like hours.

His breath was frantic and filled with fear. He couldn't stop running, he couldn't stop crying.

The tears in his eyes blurred his vision, only adding to the intimidating darkness around him.

He had to find town, he had to get to Jesse. But... everything just felt so far away, so distant, that even if he screamed, nobody would hear him.

The young man winced, finally beginning to slow down. He didn't hear the cackle of insane laughter anymore, nor did he feel he was being followed.

Instead, he just felt... frigid.

Everything went silent, the swaying trees the only source of sound.

Did Lukas lose sight of him? Did he lose interest?

Radar had finally come to a complete stop, checking his surroundings. He didn't see Lukas. He didn't see the glow of the blonde's enchanted axe. That only meant...

"I... I lost him?" Radar whimpered, his voice hoarse and out of breath. "I... I don't," he panted, "I don't understand," he whimpered.

His legs were numb, his lungs scorching, and his hair a frizzy, out of control mess.

What was all this? What in the living Nether has come over his friend? And why?

All these frantic questions swirled in the young man's mind, making him lightly mash the sides of his skull. "Th- this all has to be some s- sick joke," he sobbed helplessly.

He was so lost, so alone. He was never gonna find Beacontown. He never should of went on this nature walk, especially alone.

He should of never agreed to take a break.

Radar stood, covering his eyes as he cried. What was he going to do now?

"Radar?" a familiar voice chimed. Radar jumped, a yelp bursting from his lips. "P- please! Don't hurt me!" he cried, obviously on instinct.

"Radar, hey! It's me, Jesse," the voice soothed, stepping closer and setting a gentle hand on Radar's back.

Before Jesse could say anything else, Radar jumped into the taller man's arms, crying into his shoulder. Jesse stumbled, but regained his stance, blinking in confusion.

"Radar, buddy," he cooed, wrapping his arms around the shivering man, "why were you out so late?" he asked softly.

Radar sniffled, struggling to find words, "I- I swear I was going to- to come back earlier, b-but-!" he whimpered, "I- I got so tired, and- and took a nap-!" he choked, "I- then- he-!" he gasped, unable to say anymore.

"Hey, hey, shh," Jesse ushered the crying man like a father would his child, "calm down, Radar. We can talk more about this in the morning, but for now, let's just get home," he said.

Radar sniffled again, "b- but Jesse, there's something wrong," he whimpered.

"What do you mean?" Jesse inquired.

"It's... it's about Lukas, there's something wrong with him," Radar stuttered, losing his voice.

Jesse tensed, "he seemed fine this afternoon. What are you talking...?"

Jesse was abruptly cut off by a sudden burst of laughter. Both men went rigid, Radar curling closer to Jesse. "N- no," the frail man squeaked.

Jesse bunched his brows together, holding Radar protectively against him. "Who's there?" the brunette demanded.

"Aww, look who else decided to join the fun~!" Lukas's disoriented voice chirped, "I was hoping you'd show up, Jesse."

A dark figure then sprung down from a tree branch, landing gracefully onto the ground, a glowing axe in hand.

Jesse squinted, "who the hell...?" he hissed. "Jesse, w- we need to go," Radar whimpered.

"Go~?" Lukas's voice whined, "but if you go, you won't play with me anymore," he complained, taking a menacing step forward.

"Jesse, please!" Radar begged, tugging on the other's shoulder.

"You small mind, chicken brains," Lukas growled, his eyes now beginning to glow a bright yellow. He was furious.

Jesse and Radar still stood, frigid. Why weren't they running?

"Jesse?" Radar squeaked.

"...Lukas?" Jesse finally whispered in disbelief.

Lukas suddenly stumbled, the light in his eyes stuttering.

Jesse and Radar continued to stand, and stare like deer caught in the headlights.

Suddenly a blood curdling scream erupted from Lukas, and his enchanted axe was flying towards the two helpless brunettes.

Both of them thankfully sprung out of the way, the axe brutally stabbing the ground, its glow brighter than ever.

Then it all came to Jesse full speed.

"The White Pumpkin, that's what..." he mumbled. "R- Radar!" he called, reaching out for the smaller male's hand.

Radar grasped onto the older man's hand, fear shining in his brown, glassy eyes.

"I know what this is! Lukas has been taken over by the White Pumpkin. He's not his usual self," he explained, "we gotta get back, get the Pumpkin head, and make Lukas stare directly into its eyeholes."

"How're we gonna do that?" Radar stumbled, his hold growing tighter on Jesse's hand.

"Just-," Lukas pounces at both of them, swinging his axe wildly.

Jesse shoves Radar out of the way, and ducks, avoiding the weapon's wrath. He then breaks into a sprint, snatching Radar's hand and pulling him along, "just follow my lead!"

Radar nods, keeping tight hold on Jesse's hand.

He tried draining out the sound of corrupted laughter behind them, but to no prevail.

Lukas's possessed laughter went farther than anything, and if you listen, real closely, your ears would turn over the sounds of uncanny laughter, into helpless cries and sobs. A sign that Lukas, the real Lukas, was crying, crying for help.

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