#oli white fluff

[hermitagereheadcanons]

I feel like my tagging system is kind of lacking in terms of type of content, but I have a lot of trouble sorting things into subjective categories. Even just a vent or play regression tag feels difficult to decide, because a lot of my posts don’t have a distinct “this character regresses for fun” or “this character regresses to cope” theme.

I want it to be easier for people to both find and avoid specific types of headcanons but I’m not sure how to go about it. If anyone has tips, I’d love to hear them.

[nerdraging4point0]

Blood of Eden // Part Nine // Noah Sebastian AU Fic

Tropes and Tags: MM, MF, MFM, MFM, instalove, too much sex, tattooed men, polyverse, shapeshifters.

CW: 18+ only minors DNI. Urban Fantasy romance, Smut. Angst. Fluff (ish), Story includes D/S themes, unprotected sex, male receiving oral sex, female receiving oral sex, cuckolding, P/A sex, P/V sex.

This work below is fictionalized ideas and stories involving real people but does not directly reflect their thoughts, feelings, or behaviors. Please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction.

Active taglist: @ladyveronikawrites @tearfallpixie @beaker1636 @circle-with-me @synthetic-wasp-570 @itsjustemily @thesazzb @vinyardmauro @cookiesupplier @concreteemo @dominuslunae @mountains-to-move @sundamariis @caitcoreeeee @crimson-calligraphyx @letmeadoreyoux @starsomens @artificialbreezy @lma1986 @iknownothingpeople @lilrubles @shilohrosechicken @missduffsblog @jessicafg03 @thatchickwiththecamera @mysticdoodlez @chels3a-smile @sinkingteethinwhitenoise @deathblacksmoke @roley-poley-foley @ravieisunhinged @dethronetheveil @to-be-written @somewhere-diamond @somebodyels3 @sacredthefran @th0ughts-pr4yers @skulliecadaver-blog @hayleylatour @littlefoxkota @anameunmusical @talialovesmiw @sacredthefran @jilliemiw86 @darkmxgician

Rosa's eyes fluttered open to the large room, silent and dim, the shades on her large windows drawn to keep the light out. Her mind was still foggy from a deep and restful sleep - the first real rest she'd gotten in days. 

Heavy snoring from her right caught her attention. Lying on his side in his white tank and black pajama pants was Noah, arms curled around the pillows, mouth slightly open as he slept peacefully. His chest rose and fell rhythmically with each deep breath, lost in a world of dreams. Rosa smiled softly at the sight, his features smooth and relaxed. She was always amazed at his ability to sleep through anything, even his own snoring. Her gaze shifted downwards and she attempted to slowly stretch her aching limbs, only to find her feet were trapped under a heavy weight. As she pushed to free them, the long body of fur resting over her ankles stirred. Oli grunted and curled off her legs to lay in a ball next to her feet. 

Rosa reached down to gently pat Oli's head, his eyes blinking open sleepily at her touch before closing again with a content sigh. 

She stretched her arms overhead and arched her back, feeling her joints pop satisfyingly as she moved. Pushing up from the soft mattress, Rosa drew her knees to her chest and gazed down at the two hunters still sleeping soundly in her bed. Their presence brought a small smile to her face despite the lingering exhaustion in her bones. Just a few days ago, a sudden illness had hit Rosa hard, slamming into her body like a freight train. The sweats and vomiting had been nearly constant, along with a bone-deep ache that permeated every muscle.

Despite drowsy memories from lack of proper sleep and fever, Rosa recalled how Maria-Oli's wife and mistress- visited daily, bringing mixtures of herbs and remedies that seemed to take the edge off the symptoms. Oli was always with her, settling onto the bed with Noah as Rosa napped. She was endlessly grateful for the relief those tonics provided, as she knew she'd likely still be lost in a hazy maze of pain without them. But now, after a full night's rest tucked between her devoted hunters, Rosa could feel her strength returning. She sighed softly, content to watch her companions sleep.

A low buzz comes from the drawer just to her left and at first she is confused before leaning over to pull the drawer of the nightstand open, inside is her phone, she forgot it had been in there. Opening the device the battery was running dangerously low, on the screen a group text came through that sent chills down her spine. "South lab. 4/8. 2 hours after dusk." Chavez was leading another strike on the labs again, Rosa felt a lump build in her throat. The message indicated plans for an attack, likely by Chavez and his band of rebels, on one of the mysterious research labs that had recently been built in the southern part of the city. While the labs claimed to be conducting medical research, rumors swirled that they were actually engaged in unethical experimentation. Chavez aimed to expose their secrets and shut them down, but Rosa knew the truth - that powerful ancient magicians were behind the lab, and that Chavez had no idea what he was up against. As one of the few people aware of the magicians and their dangerous capabilities, she was torn. She wanted to warn Chavez– to tell him that his planned attack would be futile and likely disastrous, but she had no idea how to explain the unexplainable. Who would believe that ancient magic was real, much less behind the labs? Her only options seemed to be staying silent or trying to subtly convince Chavez to call off the attack. But could she live with herself if she let him and his people walk into certain doom? The message on her phone had brought not just chills but an awful, impossible choice. Should she speak up and risk being seen as crazy? Or hold her tongue and allow the attack to go forward, almost certainly ending in tragedy?

The bedroom door opened slowly as Maria’s dark hair and soft face peered through the opening. Seeing Rosa awake she smiled her pearly white smile before stepping in, her strides across the room like a fairy running through the forest. She was wearing a simple pair of light wash jeans and a turtleneck tank, a golden chain hung around the soft knit collar of her shirt matching her watch and earrings. The casual outfit accentuated Maria's natural beauty and graceful movements. Though simple, the clothes seemed to flow around her as she glided across the room. Her smile lit up the space, radiating warmth and compassion. Rosa tucked her feet crossing them in front of her to give Maria room to sit down on the edge of the bed. 

"How are you feeling dear?" Maria asked, taking Rosa's hands gently in her own. Her voice was melodic and caring. Rosa could see the concern in Maria's deep brown eyes. At the foot of the bed, Oli stood up from his resting place, stretching his legs and raising his haunches in the air as his jaw opened wide, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he yawned. 

"Better, so much better," Rosa replied sincerely. Maria's visit was just what she needed to lift her spirits and make her feel cared for. Maria had a gift for brightening any space she entered. With her nurturing spirit and captivating grace, she brought light and comfort wherever she went. 

Noah stirred from his slumber, his eyelids fluttering open as he slowly took in his surroundings. With a gentle movement, he slid closer to Rosa, his weary head settling into the warmth of her lap. Rosa's fingers caressed the soft strands of his hair, letting the brown locks flow between them like a silken caress. Noah relaxed into her touch, the tension in his body dissipating.

“Could you boys offer us ladies a little privacy?” Maria's voice carried a hint of amusement as she turned over her shoulder, her eyes twinkling at Oli. Noah bristled slightly at the intrusion on their quiet moment, but Rosa just laughed, her melodic voice like tinkling bells. A playful smile crossed Oli's lips as he rolled his eyes and leapt off the bed. In an instant, the four-legged furry creature transformed into a tall man with shaggy hair. He leaned over the bed, his lips brushing against Maria's in a tender kiss before striding towards the door. A quick glance over his shoulder caught Noah's protest, but Oli ignored it with a mischievous grin. As Oli disappeared through the doorway, Noah settled back into Rosa's lap, comforted by the familiarity of her touch. Whatever adventures awaited them that day, he knew that with Rosa and now Maria too, he was exactly where he needed to be.

As the man's face leaned into her lap, growling defiance, vibrations coursed up her legs, igniting a familiar heat between her thighs. Days had passed since she had indulged in her desires with Jolly and Noah, and her body yearned for their touch once more. Yet, with a mix of resistance and longing, she lifted Noah's head, gently pushing him away. His eyes held a flicker of sadness at her apparent rejection. She understood his disappointment, feeling it herself, but knew this was not the right time or place. Though her body ached for more, she needed to exercise restraint. With a tender gesture, she reached out a hand, cupping his cheek and caressing the bones with her thumb.

 “Just for a little while,” she whispered, her voice soothing.

"They always have been," Maria smiled, reaching into her back pocket. She pulled out a needle, hub, and a few gray iridescent top tubes. "I need a few samples from you, just to be sure the infection is gone."

Rosa nodded, extending her bare arm and turning her palm upwards for Maria to work. As Maria cleaned her skin and prepped her for the blood draw, Rosa started to talk to distract herself.

"How long have they been....around?" Rosa winced as the needle pierced her skin, the alcohol stinging as it absorbed into her bloodstream. She turned her gaze back to Maria as she carefully collected blood samples.

"Centuries, I think, the celestials created them in Egypt around the B.C. era," Maria said, her brows furrowed as she drew the blood, her voice unphased by the historical information.

"Egypt?" she asked curiously.

"Oh yes," Maria replied. "Our kind dates back a long time, to before the Magistrate ruled us. Legend says the Celestials created the hunters by entering the dimensional plane and fusing the essence of wild desert dogs with humans."

“So is that why hunters are so protective?” she inquired.

Maria's explanation revealed the deep, mystical bond between Celestials and their hunter companions that stretched back centuries. In ancient times, Celestials were otherworldly rulers who commanded great magic and power. From their lofty thrones, these ethereal monarchs desired loyal protectors - fierce warriors imbued with preternatural gifts that would fight and serve at their side. Thus, in the swirling sands of Ancient Egypt, an ingenious solution was found. The Celestials drew upon the arcane forces of the netherworld, combining select humans with rugged desert dogs to create an entirely new being: the hunter. These hunters exhibited the intelligence and loyalty of humans along with the strength, senses, and instincts of canines. Bound to the Celestials through an unbreakable metaphysical link, they became the perfect guardians. For centuries, the Celestials and their hunters lived in harmony. But over time, things began to change. The monarchs grew corrupt, drunk on power and magic. In 18th century England, the oppressed people could take no more and revolted. Led by the righteous magistrate, they overthrew the cruel Celestial rulers at last. With the monarchs defeated, their magic faded away, leaving the hunters as the last legacy of that ancient era. Though no longer ruled by Celestials, the hunters' devotion and kinship remained, continuing to the present day.

"What about the collars and..." She gestured to the lower half of her face.

 "The muzzles?" Maria laughed as she pulled the needle from Rosa's arm, capped it for safety, and set the instruments down. "The collars originated with the Celestials. It was a bonding ritual where the hunters would take blood from their Master or Mistress to strengthen their bond. But the Magistrate said it's an outdated practice no longer needed." She settled into the bed resting on her hand as she leaned back casually picking at the invisible lint on the duvet. 

"And the muzzles were introduced a few centuries ago by Magistrate Orion to increase compliance after a minor hunter uprising against cruel mages.” Rosa’s expression fell and she let out a gasp of surprise, Maria smiled taking her forearm and giving it a squeeze. “Don't worry - Jolly and I are kinder to our hunters than some. Noah and Oli are devoted, so long as we are all family you have nothing to fear."

Jolly pressed the 'Stop' button on the Tahoe, the engine falling silent in the vast emptiness of the parking garage. The abrupt lack of noise seemed to echo off the concrete pillars and low ceiling as Maria swung open the passenger door, the sharp clack of her heels marking each step as she exited onto the cold cement floor. Slinging a large black bag over her shoulder, Maria waited impatiently for Jolly to join her so they could make their way to the entrance of the south lab. Though he moved with purpose, Jolly's footsteps were muffled, his expensive Italian leather shoes making not a sound. As they approached the thick metal doors, Maria turned to Jolly, her face etched with concern. "Are you sure you're ready for this?" she asked, digging through her cavernous bag to locate the two vials of Rosa's blood she had been entrusted with that morning. "I thought your family was big on blood supremacy. Don't you have some arranged marriage waiting for you back home?" 

Jolly rolled his eyes as his best friend teased him about his family's tradition of arranged marriages between high ranking mages. Though it was expected that Jolly would one day marry another mage from an esteemed magical bloodline to keep the generations of power strong, he had never put much thought into it himself. Marriage seemed a distant concept, not something the carefree young mage had concerned himself with. He was content with his studies and adventures with friends, no interest in settling down yet.

“A blood test does not make or break how I see her. Rosa is still part of mine and Noah’s life, regardless of her status.” The two rode in the elevator to the fifth floor, following the sterile and bright winding corridors till they reached Reader’s office. Mark was sitting on his stool bent over a microscope with his white lab coat on, humming to himself as he adjusted the dials looking at whatever specimen was in front of him. 

“Mark, darling, can we bother you?" Maria smiled as she set her bag down on Mark's meticulously organized work station, disrupting the precise layout he had carefully curated. Mark's eyes caught sight of the bag infringing on his space, and Jolly saw him chew on his lip as he struggled to maintain composure, his attention going back to his work. 

"Being you called me this morning and asked to come by around 3 pm and it is now," he glanced at the watch on his left wrist, "2:58, I'd say it's not exactly a bother." He smiled at his own sarcasm as he slid away from his microscope to look both of them better in the eyes. "You did say it was interesting, what can I help you with?" 

“It’s off the books my friend, and I need the results now.” Mark's eyes lit up with excitement as Jolly handed him the two vials of coagulated blood. Though technically against protocol, the prospect of examining mysterious new samples thrilled him. As a microbiologist working for a private research firm, Mark relished these "off the books" opportunities to explore the unknown. 

With childlike eagerness, Mark spun around in his chair, the wheels squeaking against the polished linoleum floor. He grabbed a pair of powder blue latex gloves from the box hanging on the wall and snapped them on with a satisfying pop. Mark's workspace was meticulously organized, with tiny beakers, large droppers, microscope slides, and various chemical solutions all lined up and labeled. He quickly gathered the tools he would need, his focused gaze carefully selecting each item.

Under the harsh fluorescent lights of the lab, Mark's eyes narrowed in concentration behind his glasses as he began to examine the samples Jolly had brought him. He worked steadily and methodically, yet with an enthusiasm reserved for life's true passions. Mark added droplets of different reagents to the blood, watching intently for any reactions. He slid sample after sample under his microscope lens, adjusting the focus to reveal a hidden microscopic world. His curiosity was insatiable, driving him to probe deeper and deeper into the unknown properties of the specimens before him. Though the work was tedious, Mark was energized, feeling truly alive while caught up in the thrall of scientific discovery.

As Jolly and Maria waited with bated breath, they watched Mark's reactions closely with each new slide he placed under the microscope. A crease between his eyebrows grew deeper and more pronounced each time he peered into the eyepiece. Mark leaned back in his seat, humming thoughtfully to himself before going to a cabinet and digging deep into the back for another solution. With meticulous care, he prepared another sample on a fresh glass slide.

"Well, this IS interesting," he mused, eyebrows raised in surprise.

"What is it?" Jolly asked eagerly, leaning forward in anticipation.

Mark simply moved aside, leaving the scope open for Jolly to take a look himself. But before he could, Maria pushed past him impatiently to see for herself first. She swept her long hair back from her eyes as she peered down the lens of the microscope intently. A small gasp escaped her lips at the sight that met her eyes.

"It can't be," she breathed in disbelief, hands trembling slightly.

"But it is," Mark assured them gravely, a knowing glint in his eye. The two exchanged an awed look, scarcely believing the unexpected discovery Mark had made under the microscope.

[localgirlbecomesobsessed]

Birthday boy

Accidentally forgot Karma’s birthday, I’m just like his parents fr 🙂‍↕️

This is how each house celebrates Karma’s birthday after Olivia screeched about how she missed it to Romeo-who told Leo-who told everyone.

This came out really long! But pspsps bits of Oli and karma lore; they’re not with anyone in this fic and it’s based after the newest sinostra chapter.

I did one for each house and how they celebrate the birthdays~frostheim is a bit long only cause they tagged along-could not stop thinking about the ohsc ep where they go with Haruhi into the normal world 😭

Contains; past memories of child abuse, alcohol, fluff,angst

Vagastrom: 🚘

“There’s something in the air…”

Karma started off dramatically looking out the huge window in the attic as Alan and Olivia stared at him in confusion, Olivia holding the R&R form tightly in her hand as she waited to surprise him.

“I fear I have forgotten something important but I can’t put a finger on it…”

His birthday had been three days ago but olivia was called away on a mission and couldn’t spend it with him, something he didn’t realise till only moments ago when Olivia sprouted into the attic excitedly, he had been working on a joint project with Lyca. Lyca sketched out a beautiful scenery of some place he remembers going with Neros, he’s entrusted Karma to paint it, using watercolours to hopefully capture the scene; he’s almost finished it, working tirelessly as he spent the past weeks basically living in the attic…even missing his own birthday.

That doesn’t mean he’s not going to milk the fact Olivia missed spending it with him as she usually does every year.

“Karma.”

Olivia sang to him as he dramatically spun around, he was wearing an oversized sweatshirt previously-plain white-now decorated in a bizarre mixtures of washed out pinks and blacks, and ripped jeans with paint splattered black crocs. She skipped over to him waving the R&R approved paperwork in front of his face as she grinned excitedly at him.

“Guess where we’re going!”

Olivia squealed as Karma stared at her wide eyed…if she’s done what he thinks she’s done…

“NAOSHIMA!!!”

Karma squealed with her the two jumping in a circle excitedly as karma grabbed her and gave her a tight hug, Alan stood in the background perplexed, folding his arms as he went to look at karma’s newest piece.

“We only have two days though…so I thought Naoshima the first day and then-please don’t cry-“

She warned already dragging him by the arm to get his things packed, she grabbed onto Alan’s sleeve and tugged him to follow as they went.

“Why would I cry?”

He tilted his head…the only thing that would make him cry is-

“Isamu Noguchi’s garden museum?”

He whisper pausing their journey as he felt the tears prick up. Isami Noguchi was the inspiration for his first ever proper piece, his first ever sold piece as well…it was a pastel water colour based around the ‘even the centipede’ piece. He was only 15 and it sold for a couple hundred…it helped them through the winter that year and helped ease Olivia’s job load.

It was the spark that ignited his new goal in life, his new career and it’s been one of his life’s dream to go to the garden museum.

“Karmie, I told you not to cry, if you cry I’m gonna cry-” 🥹

Olivia’s eyes welled up as Karma pathetically looked at her leaning down so she’d ruffle his hair.

Alan awkwardly patted him on the shoulder as he tried to scurry away, Olivia kept her grip on him as she grinned encouragingly at Alan, wiping away a stray tear.

Alan looked at the crying karma and gently brushed a hand through his hair before holding out a black bag to Karma, who tentatively took it, peeking inside before tearing the bag away. It was a painting made by Alan from the canvas Karma gave him, a deep space galaxy spray painted piece, the background being an eclectic mixture of pinks and purples with a swirling golden nebula, it was truly mesmerising.

Karma quietly traced the art piece as Alan stood stony faced and apprehensive as he waited for him to say something. Karma smiled sweetly at him before calmly handing the painting to Olivia.

Launching himself at Alan as he wrapped his arms and legs around him like a koala bear. Alan hesitantly hugged him back, making sure not to put too much weight on his hold, terrified about accidentally hurting karma. Instead, karma held tighter onto him, pressing a kiss to Alan’s cheek as the other quickly brought his hand to it staring at the white haired man in shock.

Karma hopped off of him, gently taking the painting as he sped off to his room to hang it up, already knowing the best place to do it, zooming past Sho and Leo who watched the whole display, a birthday cake and phone in their hands.

“He-uh liked it then?”

Alan asked unsure as he and Olivia slowly made their way to Karma’s room.

“He loved it.”

Olivia corrected, grinning at Alan who was hopelessly trying to hide his blush.

Sho and Leo joined them, teasing Alan mercilessly as Olivia sneaked bits of the frosting from the side of cake as they tried to catch up with the overly excited Karma.

The gang devoured the cake as they helped Karma pack a duffel bag, Leo picked out his clothes as Sho served the cake and helped karma hang the painting excitedly chattering about anything and every thing as Alan and Olivia quietly talked about the upcoming trip as they tidied the room up.

———————————————————

Frostheim: ❄️

“Why?”

Karma asked bluntly glaring at Jin who just stared in boredom at him. They were at the galaxy express awaiting a train with their duffel bags slung over their shoulders when Jin pulled up with the rest of the Frosty ghouls in tow.

“We’re not going by train Olivia.”

Thoma kindly explained as the sound of a helicopter erupted near them, coming closer as it approached the group.

“It was the only way I could get an R&R, don’t worry i didn’t let them pay for anything…though I did not order the chopper.”

Olivia and Karma both hated things being paid for them, it’s why Olivia had to force herself to work even harder so she felt as though she earned the money the chancellor gave to her.

When she proposed the trip to the chancellor she was immediately denied, when complaining about it to Luca and Kaito, Jin overheard and announced he needed to pick up something he left behind in his summer house and there was a mission nearby…that Olivia would be needed to help him and thus her brother would be needed as well, for his expertise.

When questioned Thoma chimed in claiming the item was an artwork Jin needed for a mission in regards to an unknown anomaly. Olivia wasn’t stupid but she definitely wasn’t going to miss the chance to get the R&R, she’s had this trip planned for a whole year, the reservations for the museum were secured and she had to spend a good chunk of her savings to get the whole thing organised and get the special gift for Karma.

The chancellor didn’t like it but couldn’t really say no if it was work related…Thoma insisting it came down from Jin’s family, a lie that the chancellor didn’t see through and nervously approved the R&R for Olivia as Thoma slyly smiled at her.

She hoped Karma would enjoy the trip and gift despite the extra additions…but going by the scowl on his face as the helicopters dropped down into the unnecessary car park of Darkwick she was stressed on how this was all going to go down.

Almost like he sensed her anxiety he turned to her with a huge smirk as he grabbed her hand and pulled her over to the chopper. Thoma guiding them into one before waving goodbye to them as he slammed the door, the other ghouls went into the second helicopter as they flew away.

Olivia had already booked a small cottage that was meant for just the two of them to stay in as it was a two bedroom place-not a six person…

Something that went unnoticed by the other four ghouls as they all piled into the cottage, Luca and Kaito setting up a small space in the living room, whereas Jin already claimed one of the rooms, seeming unbothered as Olivia and karma stared at them all in shock. She thought the others would just go to Jin’s summer home…

“Where will I be sleeping Olivia?”

Thoma leaned against the wooden table in the kitchen, looking around the cozy kitchen space filled with an eclectic amount of taxidermy insects and art pieces, he looked at her expectantly seeming to enjoy her floundering as she stared at him dumbfounded by what was happening, they didn’t follow them from the helicopter and just sort of spawned here as soon as the siblings arrived.

“You can either sleep with Jin or sleep on the sofa.”

Karma said slightly annoyed as he started tugging Olivia to the last free room, Olivia sighed in disappointment, she chose this cottage cause the rooms were themed, one bedroom was more like a mini library full of history about the islands and art throughout the ages, the other was smaller and full of insects taxidermy and books about animals on the island… she wanted to take that room and send photos to Haru, but it seems Jin has stolen that room from her.

“Oh? I’d much rather share with you though? I’m sure Olivia doesn’t mind sharing with Jin?”

He put on a sultry tone as he grinned at Karma’s slightly blushing face, enjoying the way he sighed in exasperation as he dragged Olivia to their room. Thoma grinning as he grabbed his bag and took it to Jin’s room, grimacing as he made eye contact with a huge golden stag beetle that Jin was looking enthused at as he evaluated it. Thoma looked around the bugged out room before taking two steps back.

“I believe I’ll be better suited staying with the first years…”

He quickly walked away as Jin ignored him, stealing the largest sofa just before Kaito could make claim to it.

“Dude…I can’t believe we’re crashing Karma’s birthday trip.”

Kaito whisper shouted to Luca, who continued to set up their temporary beds on the smaller softer velvet green sofas.

“It was the only way he could have this birthday trip, I don’t mind, we’ll have opportunities to explore whilst they celebrate, it’s not like we’ll be going with them during their stay here.”

Luca felt slightly disappointed at that fact, he enjoyed both Karma and Olivia’s company and would’ve loved the opportunity to hang out with Karma more.

“Hahaha, yeah it’s not like we’ll crash their outings…”

❄️ ❄️ ❄️

They most definitely did crash the birthday outings, Jin and Thoma claiming they needed to keep an eye out for the anomaly that’s been haunting the area. Though, karma made them promise not to come on the second day excursions as it’s private for the two siblings.

Thoma worked as a surprisingly good tour guide, somehow having the whole day planned perfectly so they visited all the things Karma would enjoy. Olivia helped him make the itinerary as she went through every single art museum and installations that Karma would like, the two type A’s even accounting for shenanigans and food breaks.

The only uncomfortable moments were when Jin tried to bond with Karma, much like a divorced dad trying to bond with their child they hadn't seen in ten years. Luckily, Thoma and Olivia kept the conversation flowing between them, creating a shaky bridge between the two men as Karma quietly accepted him. Though, Luca distracted him as well by asking numerous questions enjoying the experience and Karma's voice that seemed to scratch his brain in the best way.

For dinner they Acquired Karma's favourite-a shit tonne of strawberry tanghulu and Olivia ensured to plan the perfect picnic with food prepped by Kaito and Sho, it was in a secluded area facing a strange but peaceful statue of a woman, it seemed as though her eyes never left you. She was carved from what seems to be a part of a mountain, expertly carved so the cracked geodes shone throughout her body, the setting sun shining through creating a mesmerising blinding sight as it sparkled towards them like a beckoning disco ball.

The very same statue that was the anomaly, which queued up for a small fight as Karma stressed about them destroying the anomaly, not wanting such beauty to be destroyed as Jin sighed capturing it easily as the poor thing couldn’t actually move, it just drew people in sucking their souls in to replenish its beauty, to fix the cracks and weathered stone that almost crumbled underneath Karma's touch. Jin made sure to grab hold of Olivia, wrapping an arm around her drawing her close causing both karma and Thoma to roll their eyes at him at the unnecessary movement, he didn’t even use his stigma. After denying Karma to become the anomalies guardian despite the expert use of puppy eyes on his part, Jin said he'll try and get him a visit with it-surprising everyone as Karma wrapped an arm around his neck proclaiming that 'Jin's alright!' causing everyone to grin at the antics of the two as Olivia subtly took a picture of the moment.

(this would be a warding card and i curse my inabiltity to draw fr)

The group continued their picnic as the Darkwick agents came to pick up the anomaly.

They viewed a couple more statues on the way back to the cottage, Thoma, Luca and karma all enveloped in deep conversation about the pieces and how they evoke emotion in their time period/how it affects people now and it’s relation to current events as well as the history behind each one and how it correlates with other pieces. Olivia, Jin and Kaito were awkwardly walking side by side, Jin kept his and Olivia's hands clasped together as kaito animatedly chatted with Olivia about the cake he was going to make Karma tomorrow, asking for advice and what ones were his favourite. Jin was half listening as he lit a cigarette nudging olivia to help him as he refused to let go of her.

Olivia gladly did it huddling close to the Ice King for warmth as Karma dramatically turned around to face them, the sun setting a beautiful blood orange behind him as he walked backwards in order to talk to the others, he was smiling before pointedly scowling at their clasped hands. He poked his tongue out fiddling with his lip piercing as he debated making a comment, but decided to keep the good mood going.

“Are we going to I love yu?!?!!”

They made sure he packed a towel for himself and he even got gifted special body wash by Rui.

Olivia excitedly nodded as Karma cheered, Jin looked confused at the two as his eyes landed on the deviously wicked smile on Thoma’s face.

A public bath will be quite the entertaining adventure.

❄️ ❄️ ❄️

“Yo that’s gnarly scar.”

Kaito traced a finger down the deep scar on Karma’s shoulder, it goes from the behind the top of his ear all the way down to shoulder blades, Karma yelped as he jolted away from Kaito, he was too distracted by the giant elephant in the room to notice the approaching ghoul. He quickly clasped a hand over his scar as a bright red blush covered his face, the others distracted before but they all turned to look as they heard Karma’s yelp as they lounged out in the bath area, they all came to stare at Karma’s scar.

“It’s nothing.”

Karma hurriedly said backing away from inquisitive eyes as he nervously went to grab a bucket, threatening to douse them if they come near.

“Doesn’t look like nothing…?”

Jin mumbled as he looked at him with worry, Kaito looked extremely guiltily as he stood in front to defend him.

“If he doesn’t wanna talk about-“

Karma sighed as he clasped a hand on Kaito’s shoulder, the other blushing as he looked up at the taller man, his brain short circuiting as he saw the steely look on Karma’s eyes for a moment before he leaned back stretching out his arms as the playful light came back in his eyes, the whiplash making Kaito’s head spin.

“If ya really wanna know~you’ll have to beat Livi in a drinking contest <3”

He grinned as he went to go wash his hair, Thoma smirking at the challenge…this should be easy.

———————————————————

Obscuary 🌒

Lyca’s phone was popping off, Ed and Rui looking at eachother in intrigue as they cheekily grinned and tiptoed over to Lyca. Who was deep in concentration as he sniffed the air, glancing over annoyed at the two who thought they were being extremely sneaky as they tried to peek at his phone, Lyca immediately snatching it away from Ed’s grasp.

“Someone’s popular~our baby boy has grown so much…”

Rui fake cried as he slid into the oak chair just out of reach of Lyca as he slyly grinned at his wolfie friend.

Ed smiled as he slid uncomfortably close next to Lyca peering at his sketch with interest as a small gasp escaped him.

“Oh my🤭😧it seems our friend 🫶🏼🥰🐺has gained a muse 🐇💫😍”

The sketch was of Karma looking out the window of his makeshift studio, he was wearing his uniform top and his hair was blown by the breeze, slightly revealing the deep scar at his neck as he wore a small smile. It was strange seeing the cold painter look so ethereal but Lyca seemed to capture a sensitivity that many don’t catch.

“It’s a birthday present…”

Lyca didn’t know it was his birthday until Subaru told him, Karma didn’t really like people knowing and as soon as Alan said happy birthday he knew he was doomed. The only person he seemed happy to hear birthday wishes from was Alan and Lyca, karma almost asked if Lyca could come on their trip knowing the other would love it, but realised Darkwick would never let him go…not right now anyway.

“A Birthday present for Karamellllll~ oh! I didn’t know he had a scar? He’s really got the tortured artist thing down~.”

Lyca frowned at Rui’s comment, his phone still popping off as he growled checking to see who would be sending such an onslaught of messages…

It was karma, he sent numerous selfies, with different statues; in the bathhouse; with the anomaly; with Olivia and another one with the frostheim ghouls passed out as a triumphant Olivia sipped at her sake cup, the last one was was of the sketch books and history books at the cottage. Lyca didn’t realise it but his ears popped out as he went through each photo, Ed grinning at the sweet reaction as he curiously peeked at the sketch again.

“The scar 🤩🤩does add a certain dark beauty 🥀 🥀 to him…”

Ed mused tracing the drawing as Lycas frown deepened.

“It’s not like it’s a good thing? His old man almost killed him…”

Lyca grumbled as he angrily grabbed at a pencil, shading as he swatted away Ed’s hand. Rui was uncomfortable and he didn’t do a good job hiding it, not knowing what to say at the depressing shred of information, whereas Ed just looked perplexed by the whole thing. They knew the siblings struggled…but not to the point of near death.

Lyca realised the awkward silence as he looked up from his page, he was in deep thought as he tried to figure it out why the mood dropped before his eyes widened realising his slip up. He felt sick from guilt as it clawed its way up his throat, karma was always so open about it to him…

“Well I made my Karmic revenge a super strong strawberry shower gel>! Something to smell as sweet as he is~oh wait I have a small tester that I got Olivia to try, have a sniff.”

Rui rolled over a small bright pink bottle, Lyca took it taking a whiff, a small smile spread on his face as it smelled amazing and suited karma well, if he could put karma in a bottle this is what it would’ve smelled like.

“He is quite an adorable human🥰🥸tenacious🫣🤜🏼and strange😻🫶🏼”

Ed hummed as he ruffled Lyca’s hair, causing the wolf to duck away glaring at him without any heat, as Rui grinned at the display.

“He’ll love the drawing Lyca!!! It’s so sweet!!”

Rui leaned on his hands as Lyca smiled softly at him as he continued to finish up the portrait. His phone started pinging once more as Karma sent an onslaught of photos making Lyca smile even more, it was a photo of Olivia crashed out on the ground as the frostheim captain was passed out on the table, karma was grinning throwing up a peace sign, he showed Rui who cackled at the display.

“Shit, it’s rare for see the frosty captain like that!!”

The text that came along with it said ‘miss you pookie bear 🫶🏼I’ll bring you some souvenirs.’

🌒❄️🌒❄️🌒❄️

Photo time:

Luca and Kaito were down for the count passed out of the sofa as they huddled together, Olivia cheered watching as Thoma slumped onto the side of his sofa, his monocle sliding off his face as his eyes slowly closed.

Jin was the only one standing against her as even Karma was reduced to a giggling mess texting someone with a light flush on his face as he went to his room to send photos of the sketch books and art history books to …presumably Lyca.

“I thought ghouls were meant to have a higher tolerance to things~”

Olivia sang as she put her feet up on the table, smirking slightly at Jin.

“I thought humans(ish) had less.”

He countered, his face flush as he pointed at her.

“Have you never had to keep up in a business meeting? When I worked in an office if you couldn’t handle a couple of bottles you’d be the mockery of the place.”

Jin chuckled as Olivia filled their cups once again, the two clinking their cups as their sipped at it, this one was a cherry flavoured sake. They drank the whole bottle, both struggling to keep up as Jin slumped onto the table , Olivia got up to cheer but instead almost fell hard onto the ground if it weren’t for karma catching her in time and lowering her down onto the ground.

“You’re the best brother.”

She patted his face drunkenly grinning as karma chuckled at her antics, he grabbed a pillow and laid her head onto it as she nuzzled into it, he took another selfie sending it to Lyca as he hopped to his room, humming happily to himself as Lyca sent a heart back.

———————————————————

Sinostra 🔫

“I feel like the curse has come for me dear brother.”

Olivia had sunglasses on as her gravelly voice rumbled into karmas ear as he woke her up at 8am on the dot, ready for their excursion as he pulled her up and pushed her into the bathroom.

“If you turn in a massive flower here can I take some pics~it’ll make a great painting.”

She nudged him harshly before pausing his pursuit as she held onto the door frame of the bathroom.

“I have a gift to give you-not my one yet, this one’s from Romeo!”

She dragged him to their room, rifling through her bag that was next to her makeshift bed on the floor as she cheered holding a small black box as she kneeled on her knee and held it out to him on both hands, lowering her head as though she was a lowly peasant.

“Your gift sire.”

Karma swiped it smiling slightly as he opened the box, nervous as to what Romeo could have got him…damn Leo. Karma was never good at accepting things if he wasn’t giving something in return.

He opened the box gasping lightly as he traced around the purple gem, it was a silver beaded bracelet with raw small gems at every three beads, there was a note attached with the gems name…

Taafeite

‘A rare gem for an even rarer talent.’

-Your favourite muse

Romeo Scorpius lucci

Karma couldn’t help the bloom of red that overtook his very being, Olivia chuckled as she teetered to the bathroom, collecting a pair of yellow dungarees and a light blue t shirt. Karma was wearing a pair of loose dark brown corduroys and a white t shirt, he wasn’t wearing an oversized hoody or jumper for once and even styled his hair for this day, he struggled with doing it, Kaito and Luca luckily helping him with sweeping it to the side, slicking it back slightly. It will definitely go back to its fluffy state by the end of the day but as long as he tried at the start is what matters. He had on an old watch and now the bracelet.

He looked at the gems mesmerised, lightly tracing them smiling gently to himself as he grabbed a denim jacket, it was one he painted with a field of linaria’s purpurea on the back, it was in the painting he gave Romeo and he thought it’d make a nice jacket addition.

His whipped his phone out taking a picture of the bracelet as he sent it to Romeo with a books worth of heart emojis.

Taiga had wished him a happy birthday on the day and gave him a weird riddle about his future? before cackling and walking away leaving a dumbfounded karma.

Ritsu handed him a card and a contract saying he is excited to branch into being an entertainment lawyer, only for Karma though.

Karma signed the contract as Ritsu went into a frenzy about shoddy lawyers and shady half truths they give their clients and a plethora of promises that he would never do that to him.

Romeo’s definitely went the extra mile out of the three. ———————————————————

Hortarubi 🪷

Olivia had to console karma after the museum for at least an hour, he was calm throughout the whole thing even when looking around the garden at the end, but when they left he just quietly sobbed.

Olivia got him to calm down as he blubbered out about how he never thought they’d be able to see this place, how far they come, how this has inspired him and… that if this was his last birthday with her it was the best one he’ll ever have.

Olivia sobbed along with him, the two looking like strange fools to concerned citizens walking past them.

She has no clue how he’s going to respond to her gift.

The gift that Subaru and Haku helped her tirelessly search for…

🪷🪷🪷

“Subaru, it’ll be fine, he’ll love it.”

Subaru glanced at Haku, anxiety drilling into his very being as he awaited a text from Olivia updating him on Karma’s reaction.

Karma’s first sold painting was hard to track down, even harder to negotiate a price having to rely on Haku’s honeyed words to persuade the private collector to hand it over for a heart burning cost of;

¥13,964,320

It was a good chunk of Olivia’s personal savings and apparently a grand difference to what the owner originally paid for.

Zenji guarded the painting closely and helped Olivia not spoil the surprise as she excitedly recounted how the light came back to Karma when he realised his life’s passion, how that painting practically saved him. Ladders sticking close to Zenji as the familiar painting sparked excitement within the ghostly creature as he ran through the halls of the hortarubi dorms, getting ghost cat zoomies, seeming to find comfort in the place and staying there more often, Haku couldn’t complain as it meant Olivia came to visit them more frequently as well.

Haku couldn’t quite get the excitement around the one painting but it seems the scars from their past still haunt them to this very day but the new lease of life Karma received the day he picked up a paintbrush was everything the siblings needed to push forward, which gave him a huge appreciation for the piece.

Zenji composed a fruitful poem that he knows the two will appreciate when they come back….inspired by their story as the sound of the biwa echoes through the halls.

🪷🪷🪷

The two devoured their ramen, getting the iconic sanuki udon that they’ve seen online. They went to Edobori Kida, a recommendation from Leo who saw many people rave about it on tiktok and forced them to do a detailed report via text so he can make a video about it, this report including numerous photos of food and a rating from 0- Sho’s food…it was close behind Sho’s food.

Rightfully so, it was insanely delicious and everything they needed after their long day out and crying session. They each had a beer as they quietly chattered about the day, Kaito sending her updates about how they’ve almost set up the cottage for Karma’s mini birthday party, where it’s actually just an excuse for Kaito to feed them a delicious amount of cake, that Olivia had been daydreaming about since he showed her his plans for the what he’s making.

“There’s one last present…from me, it’s back at the cottage so when you’re ready we can go.”

She was nervous.

Karma eyed her suspiciously as she fiddled with her hands, their ramen finished yet Olivia still stirred her chopsticks around the bowl. Olivia was usually an anxious mess but she’s learnt to keep it hidden or more likely she’s a high functioning anxiety host, but she’s so fucking nervous it set Karma on edge.

“Okay.”

He got up and slammed back his beer, Olivia doing the same and gratefully so as it eased her nerves. She paid for their meals as Karma and her walked quietly back to the cottage.

She had a strained grin as she opened the door, motioning for karma to walk through, who just looked at her suspiciously.

“SURPRISE!”

Luca and Kaito yelled, Thoma blowing a bright pink foil whistle as Jin clapped awkwardly.

A massive chocolate cake sat on the coffee table with a huge amount of strawberries on it that could rival a farmers market. Karma’s eyes went huge as he drooled at the sight of it, he could see Olivia’s do the same in the corner of his eye. Their sweet tooth was debilitating, Kaito cut a piece and nervously handed it to Karma, who dug in, basically inhaling the cake as the others grabbed their own slice.

“Is so good man, you need to be a baker or something.”

Kaito preened under the praise, eyes glistening happily as he took the empty plate and hurriedly went to grab another for both himself and Karma, who just chuckled at the boys eagerness.

Olivia put down her own empty plate on the coffee table as she tugged at Karma’s arm, guiding him to their room quickly as she nodded at Kaito, smiling apologetically as she stole Karma away.

She quietly closed the door between them as she hurriedly went to the parcel that was placed on his bed. It was wrapped in brown packaging with a drawing of an enchanting wisteria decorating the top, the very same image of the plant he’s seen in Hotarubi.

It was quite a large package and Olivia was almost the same size of it, she gestured for him to come over and open it as she stood back.

The chatter outside could be heard as he felt each foot step in his veins, he nervously reached out as he peeled away the wrapping, trying to preserve the picture of the wisteria as he did.

But that was long forgotten when the peek of an old friend greeted him, he looked up at Olivia in shock as he ripped the rest of the wrapping off, gasping as he caught sight of his very first sold artwork as he dropped to his knees in surprise. He took the painting staring at it with a mixture of disbelief and happiness, as he gently placed it down. He once again launched himself at Olivia, forgetting that his sister was a foot shorter than him as she struggled to keep them balanced.

“It’s-I thought it’d be good for you-urgh, Sho’s feeding you too much- thought it’d be good to have and to re-“

Her legs gave out, the two divulging into giggles as Jin slammed the door open after hearing such a loud bang only to be met with the sight of the siblings cackling on the floor, a remarkable painting sat at the bed that completely distracted Jin as he went over to look at it.

Olivia wanted to tell Karma, it was to remind him of where they came from, to remind him of her and everything they’ve been through and survived and that maybe…just maybe they can survive this…or he can survive losing her. But as she watched her baby brother laugh, probably braking her leg as he put all his weight into crushing her to pieces-she couldn’t bring herself to say it…

❄️🪷❄️🪷

To calm an extremely anxious Subaru Olivia sent a picture of an extremely happy karma who was currently half sobbing-half laughing as he proudly showed off his painting to Thoma, who’s eyes gleamed with interest as he leaned in to look at it. Karma was protectively hugging it close to him as Thoma got a bit too close for comfort as he waved a bottle of wine at Karma, who has had two glasses already.

“I would like to challenge you to a drinking contest instead of Olivia, if I win you must tell me the story of your scar.”

Karma scowled at Thoma as a tired Luca saddled himself next to him, Luca had spent the day exploring the island with Thoma, Jin stayed at the cottage with Kaito to wait for the painting to be delivered.

Kaito was trying to stop Olivia from moving about or trying to tidy the place as her leg was in an insane amount of pain, it felt like someone snapped her bone in half when ever she tried to move, something she discovered when she tried to get up after her and Karma fell.

She watched as Karma told Thoma to piss off as Luca engaged him with an onslaught of questions about his painting, something Karma happily went along with as the Thoma pouted.

Subaru replied that he was happy Karma enjoyed the gift and that he’ll prepare a tea party for all of them when they get back, something she was about to reply too when a grumpy Jin slumped down next to her. She was currently curled up on the bigger velvet sofa as Kaito hovered around everyone cleaning and pulling out more baked goods he’d been preparing all day.

“That bastard already knows…”

Jin grumbled out as Thoma tried one last attempt to pester Karma for answers, Olivia sighed leaning onto her hand on the arm of the chair as she narrowed her eyes at Thoma.

“I guessed so…I don’t know why he wants Karma to tell him, it’s not like it’s a fun story.”

Jin grunted in reply as Thoma’s eye fell on the two of them, sighing as he seemed to give up his mission or not wanting to deal with the double wrath of both Olivia and Jin, though he was tempted, thinking it would be quite entertaining.

“He likes getting under Karma’s skin, I’m guessing he wants to know everything he can…the story on the page isn’t enough for him.”

Olivia spoke more to herself as she debated the reason, Jin’s eyes flying to hers in surprise, she was usually soft spoken, always compliant and never annoyed…lately she’s been more the opposite, she was still kind but that kindness seemed to have limits. Especially when it comes to Karma and especially since it got announced about her…condition.

He liked it.

“I suppose so…”

Not that he didn’t like how she was before, his ‘secret’ adoration of Olivia would be the same regardless of how she is.

“Do you know…?”

She asked quietly, amber eyes looking up at him with a deep sadness hidden in the depths. Jin nodded, of course he read the file, the chancellor needed his fathers-and thus his permission to bring Karma into the fold…

“Hmmm…spose’ I could tell you the full story then, I’d need someone to be there for him if I…”

She pursed her lips, sipping on her strawberry soda as she munched on the cookies Kaito had made. She was hoping she made the right choice in trusting Jin with this…

🐇 🐼

Torrential rain threatened to drown the young girl as she raced back to her appartment, she’d not been allowed in there for three days after her father had caught her buying a small cupcake from the bakery down the street, deeming it a waste of money that should’ve been given straight to him.

She had spent the past week collecting and selling recycled bottles and cans just for the chance to get something for Karma’s birthday, he was going to be 13, he needed something special…

Her father did not think so, forcing her to hand over any remaining funds before kicking her out, refusing to let her back in as anguished screams could be heard inside. She tried to pound down the door but she was only young, 13 just like her brother would soon be, tears poured down her face as she ran to their safe haven, an old temple run by a singular woman, she was strange and offputting with long white hair and ruby eyes, her skin pale and sickly looking, but Olivia loved her, she was never around when she brought Karma but she was always there for Olivia when she needed her.

She stayed in the temple shelter, the kind priestess letting her stay whilst they tried to figure out a way to get Karma out. The woman always doted on the two who found solace In hiding out there when their parents…habits got too much. It was an extremely run down temple, the young woman was the only one keeping it alive…

It got to the day of his birthday, when Olivia decided she’d just run and grab him, she didn’t alert the priestess and instead ran as fast as she could, the small child dodging and weaving past adults and obstructions as she reached her apartment. She was harshly trying to catch her breath as she reached the door, the stairs taking all the wind out of her as the horrifically slightly ajar door stood in front of her.

She hesitantly pushed opened the door, the silence killing her as she stepped in trying to force the courage in her…it immediately snapped away as her blood turned cold at the sight of a Karma’s limp hand lightly hanging out of the doorway, blood splattered on the walls and floor as she approached him.

It seemed to have just happened, light brown hair oozing with blood as she fell to her knees trying to feel for his breath as she held her hand under his nose. There was no sight of her parents, probably leaving Karma as they went to the bar…or running away from the crime, but she doubts they had the cognitive ability to determine what they did was a crime. Her eyes trailed the scene before her as she scrambled to grab a phone, smashed bottles littered the place-one covered in blood as she dialled for an ambulance, her brain numb as she fell into a pit of apathy trying to keep herself functional as her shaking tiny hands held tightly onto the phone. He seemed to have one large wound on his head and another across his neck and back…most likely from the bottle being smashed over him, she felt bile building up in the her throat as she tried to slam it back down.

The priestess floated into the room, ladders running behind her as she cooed at the young boy, Olivia’s eyes wide as the operator spoke to her through the phone.

“You poor thing…he doesn’t have long, young Olivia.”

The woman’s floaty voice carried through the room as Olivia begged for an ambulance-for someone to come save her brother, her pleas turning into shrieks at the priestess announcement.

“I can keep him alive until they come…but it comes at a price.”

The woman smiled sweetly at her as tears lightly dripped down her face, falling onto her clothes as ghostly hands cradled Karma’s paling face.

Olivia nodded terrified as she realised she did it again…it was hard for her to tell the difference, between the dead and the living. Her parents hated it when she spoke to nothing and would remind her every waking moment she lived there that there was something wrong with her, she had to hide it…she thought she did well in ignoring them, yet…the priestess seemed so alive, how could she have known?

“You must never come to my temple again…you will never find it, not until you have too, but I hope that day never comes…and Karma-he will become like you, the curse of the sight will befall him and you must prepare him for it.”

The woman spoke sternly to her as Olivia dropped the phone, everyone became static too her as the woman stretched out her hand to her, beckoning her close as Olivia shakily took it. She was gently guided to Karma’s side as the woman clutched at her hand, they’re not meant to be able to touch her… but she placed their hands over Karma’s heart, she could feel the slow beats speed up as life seemed to flow back into him.

“We’ll meet again little one, be brave.”

The woman pressed a kiss to Olivia’s paling forehead as sweat dripped down it, the world spinning as her vision faded, falling hard onto the floor still clutching onto Karma’s heart as the woman drifted off, placing a white fox’s mask on as she turned to leave. Her white long hair drifting in the breeze as she paused bending down to pet the ghostly cat who rolled around her feet, batting at her tail as she sighed giggling at the sweet little thing.

“Protect them.”

A loud meow followed her disappearance as Ladders curled up around Olivia, the black cat pawed at sickly girl, a couple of days in a temple that’s not meant to exist can do a lot of damage to a girl.

The sound of sirens echoed through the empty apartment as hurried steps and shouts were the last thing to drum into Olivia’s ears.

🐼🐇❄️🐇🐼

Jin stared at her wide eyed as Olivia recounted her tale.

“It was my fault he got hurt.”

Her voice broke as she tried to distract herself, playing with a lock of white hair, something she maniacally bleached to look like the priestess’, a daily reminder of her saviour.

Jin didn’t know what to say, he knew they never got taken away, the parents somehow wrote it off as the kids fooling around. Neighbours in a small town were of little help, not wanting to get involved in the hurricane that was the Ito family.

“You weren’t at fault, those fuckers were…you were just a kid.”

Jin balled him fists as he tried to calm himself as Olivia’s heartbroken state fuelled anger throughout him.

Olivia nodded, not really taking in what he was saying as she tiredly leaned her head on his shoulder, making Jin tense as her eyes fluttered shut, immediately falling asleep.

Karma turned to look at them frowning at the sight as a panicked Jin wrapped a blanket around Karma’s exhausted sister, watching in distaste as she snuggled into the blanket and thus into Jin.

Jin caught his eye as Karma sighed, allowing them the moment together, it’s not like she’d actually fall for the guy or anything. He continued his conversation with Luca even allowing Thoma to chime in as the night drew to a close.

———————————————————

Mortkranken 🏥

“You’ve sprained your leg apprentice, you’re going to have to rest for the day at least…”

Karma grinned sheepishly as Olivia gaped at Yuri.

“Are you saying that oaf sprained my leg from his sheer weight-He’s a twig?!?!”

Olivia couldn’t help but shriek.

Yuri’s eyebrow twitched in annoyance, as he glanced at Karma who winked at him, cheekily waving, as Yuri threw him a disgusting look.

“The great Dr.Yuri Is-“

Jiro interrupted as he brought tea over to the trio.

“The way you fell sprained it, not your brother…but it probably didn’t help.”

He offered Karma tea first which annoyed Olivia further.

“Jiro don’t cut me off.”

Yuri frowned as he and Olivia sipped their tea as Jiro attentively checked over Karma, calloused hands gently tracing over Karma’s arms, neck and face as Karma calmly let him do it. The only reason they were here and not at the other hospital (although Jin did persistently insist the normal one) is 1.olivia needed to make sure Yuri didn’t murder Ritsu whilst she was away. 2.karma was weirdly insistent about wanting to see Jiro. 3.she enjoyed the tea and company, the duo always cheered her up when she was around them.

“Any headaches?”

Jiro asked tapping the back of his neck right where his scar was.

“Nope, all good beautiful.”

He winked at Jiro who just laughed at him as Yuri squawked about client-professionalism, despite the fact he himself hadn’t moved away from Olivia and in fact sat closer to her as he unnecessarily checked over her leg once again.

“Oh?”

Jiro’s face slacked back to its poker face as he looked through Karma and Olivia’s paperwork.

“It was your birthday? Happy birthday.”

He patted Karma on the head as Yuri snapped at him to start an autopsy, seems the anomaly grabbed one last victim before they captured it and he wanted to stop whatever fiasco was occurring before his eyes.

“Apprentice, you can either help with paperwork or-“

Karma frowned grabbing some crutches as he handed him to his sister.

“No fucking way, she’s going home to rest.”

Yuri was about to yell at Karma again, when Jiro placed a hand on his shoulder, the two doctors sharing a silent conversation as Yuri sighed scrambling to pick up the ointments and medication needed for Olivia’s speedy recovery. Thrusting them into Karma’s hands as he swiftly turned and went to join Jiro in the delightful autopsy.

Karma rolled his eyes as the dramatics as he looked down at the meds, eyes widening as a tiny box of tea leaves somehow had fallen into the collection. A tiny note added to it with a blue ribbon:

‘A gift from the great Dr. Yuri Isami.’

He grinned as he smelled the leaves, a mixture of chamomile and lavender, he couldn’t wait to drink it, the tea was much needed after a jam packed two days.

They wobbled back to the cathedral, Karma planning to stay there for the rest of the week to help Olivia catch up with things, if he could he’d be staying there permanently but he knew Leo and Sho wouldn’t give Olivia a day of peace if he lived there, the two always popping in to see him at least once a day or to drag him to help Sho at the truck or with a TikTok.

He was lost In thought when Olivia lightly hit him in the chest, jaw dropped as she stared at the cathedral.

“Yo what the fuck?”

———————————————————

Jabberwock 🍄🪺🪸

The cathedral was covered in white chrysanthemums, the place literally covered completely from head to toe in the flowers as karma and Olivia gawked in awe.

Haru and Towa stood proudly in front of the cathedral as they approached the siblings.Haru gently taking Olivia in order to protect her from Towa immediately latching himself onto Karma, humming happily as he closed his eyes snuggling deeply into Karma, he giggled wrapping his arms around and started swinging Towa around.

“Camellia~~~ 🎶”

Towa giggled as he dragged Karma to look at the display he and Haru prepared. Keeping an arm locked around Karma’s waist as Karma took what felt like a million pictures of the place looking at both Towa and the house in awe. Haru and Olivia were excitedly chattering to eachother, she slyly handed him a beaded bracelet she got at one of the museum gift shops, it had a singular piece of amber with a bug encased in it. Haru blushed as he gratefully took it, immediately putting it on as he helped her into the cathedral.

Towa wrapped his arms around him again, hands roaming as it felt like he was gently tracing over every bit of Karma’s soul, pink eyes shining up at Karma as he blushed a bright red.

Karma nervously laughed as he brushed a hand through Towa’s hair, it always felt like a predator looking at its prey whenever Towa looked at him like that.

“This my birthday gift?”

Karma gestured to the mountain of flowers.

Towa grinned up at him as Karma gently caressed his cheek with his thumb, Towa leaning into it singing happily as confirmation.

Karma giggled pulling Towa into another hug as Haru and Olivia went inside, Towa and Karma locked arms and followed them, practically skipping into the place full of joy.

There was a huge table prepared with food and the whole place was cleaned up, the roof was fixed, the floors were fixed even the falling apart staircase was rebuilt.

Karma turned to Haru in disbelief as he cackled rubbing the back of his neck as a blush climbed up his neck.

“This was nothing compared to everything’s Oli’s done to help at Jabbers!”

The bracelet gleamed in the sunlight as Olivia had tears in her eyes as she looked around, she tried to blink it away as she abruptly turned to Haru an unreadable look on her face as she launched herself at him burrowing her face in his chest as she mumbled out a plethora of thanks.

Karma smiled at the sweet display as Towa presented a flower for Karma to take a bite out of, he did it immediately, nodding in approval as it actually weirdly tasted decent.

The four ate together before Haru and Towa had to leave, needing to be at Jabberwock as they forced and left behind Ren to look after the Jabberwock. Leaving a blushing Olivia and a smirking Karma as he side eyed Olivia.

“Don’t.”

Karma cackled as he swiftly turned around setting up the laptop and nest for the two of them to chill in.

“I didn’t say anything, big sis”

The evil cackle said otherwise as Olivia slumped into the bed, he put on a crappy horror film as they settled into their nests.

“Did you have a good birthday?”

Olivia asked quietly as the damsel in distress tripped as she ran away from the killer.

“It’s been the best birthday I’ve ever had and ever will have, thank you Lia, I still can’t believe you got the centipede piece.”

He looked at her in disbelief, the painting wrapped carefully awaiting to be put up in his own room as it stayed standing up against a pew.

“You can thank Subaru for that, I’ve been trying to hunt it down for ages but he managed it so quickly…”

A small smile played on her face as Karma bonked himself against Olivia. She sighed as she leaned against him, karma handed her some of the meds getting her to take them as she shuffled into her pillow, ready to crash out as as the past few days finally caught up to her.

“You really are the best sister.”

Karma murmured smiling gently to himself as soft snores filled the room, he put his headphones in as he put on another movie, not just ready to go to sleep yet as he was still reeling from the events of the past few days…

He grabbed a pillow using it to support himself as he scrolled through the pictures of the day, spamming Leo and Sho as warmth spread throughout him.

It really was the best birthday…

[redheadspark]

For Christmas Prompt!!

10. Scene- Presents

6. Dialog- "Ho, ho, ho." With Oliver

Happy Writing! 😄

A/N: BESTIE! Thanks for the Oliver love ;). Hopefully you like it!

Gotten Soft

Summary: It's your first Christmas as a family together, and it was the perfect day :)

Warnings: Just some good ol' fluff for our boy!

"Come on, Pops! Let's try it out before we get anymore snow!"

"Careful, Oli! Make sure she has her mittens on!"

Oliver rearranged the holster that your daughter was in, her babbled and squealing made you grin as he placed the beanie on top of her head and adjusted the straps to make sure it was tight on his shoulders. You shrugged on your own jacket, grabbing your broom that was perched in the closet along with Oliver's broom.

The fresh snow has finally stopped for a few hours before it would fall again, going the entire countryside a Winter Wonderland kind of feel when you all woke up at morning. After rubbing the sleep from your eyes and feeding Poppy, you all went downstairs to open present together as a family.

Your first Christmas together in your cottage.

Poppy was big enough for you two to celebrate Christmas properly, including decorating a tree. And of course you had to decorate the tree in Gryffindor colors, tinsels in scarlet and ornaments in gold along with one ornament that had Poppy's handprinted enchanted on it. It reminded you of the times you celebrated Christmas in the Gryffindor Common Room, the warmth of the castle and the snow falling from the dark sky was such a warm memory that you could never forget, even after all that happened with the War and all those who were lost.

Still, this new memory with Oliver and Poppy was going to be worthwhile.

"Now, what time are the others going to come by?" Oliver asked you as you handed him his broomstick.

"Not for another 30 minutes, at least that's what George and Ron told me," You explained as you both walked out onto the front lawn. The pristine white snow that blanketed your little herb garden and the green grass look enchanting, almost glittering and shimmering in the sunlight as the crisp morning was still evident. Yet it was the perfect weather to fly.

And Poppy was going to fly with her father.

You wanted Poppy to fly sooner, but Oliver was more of a worry wort with his daughter being on a broomstick. Of course, the first rule he placed was that she wouldn't fly on her own until she was at least 3 years old, and even then he would be with her and fly right behind. As much as a flyer he was, he was paranoid when it came to Poppy being anywhere near a broom. But you were more lenient, convincing Oliver that he could fly with her strapped to him, just to get her acquainted with the feeling of flying and if she'll like it.

"Of course she'll like it! Her mum and da are Quidditch players!"

"Alright, ready Pops?" Oliver asked as he threw his leg over the broom to straddle it, gripping tight as Poppy was facing him in her holster. She was wearing one of her bigger winter jumpsuits and her beanie was right over her curly hair, though her bright eyes were looking up at Oliver and she was grinning widely at him.

"Remember, nice and slow.." You explained to him again as you adjusted Poppy's curls under her beanie, and he nodded at you.

"And easy on the barrel rolls," He recited back, though you looked at him in shock.

"Oliver!" You scolded, yet he grinned and kicked off the ground. You watched in but a hint of worry and in happiness as he was hovering over the ground for a brief moment before he slowly started to go up in the air. The bundle against his chest was still close, you could hear her squealing a bit as Oliver was slowly going around in circles with Poppy.

"There ya go, see Pops? It's fun up here, eh?" You heard him ask as he was now going around another circle again while you watched. You had to smile, leaning against your own broomstick and watching your husband and daughter enjoy her first broomstick flight together.

The last time you flew with Oliver was back in the war, back when you two had to take out some Death Eaters from the sky within the courtyard and help protect the school. That night was always on your mind: the death was surrounded you and the others who made it out alive, the darkness that came over the school, and Voldemort wishing to bring everything and everyone to its knees for the sake of dominating it all.

Saying his name now was no longer a curse, but a haunting reminder and memory.

Nightmares were constant for you and Oliver, but especially you. The first few months you would wake up either or in a cold sweat or screaming. Maybe both at times, yet Oliver was still there to bring you back down to earth and made sure you were okay. His constant hugs and affirmations helped you, really helped you, and you were grateful that he was there with you.

Oliver too suffered, but he hid it away from you. You hated it when it did that, zoning out during meals or watching the field outside the cottage lost in his own mind. He would never dare to tell you what was haunting him, but you knew better than to provoke him since he was stubborn. Oliver did come to you with some of it, curled up together on the couch and he would vent what he was feeling. It felt like you both needed to heal together and on your won terms, and it worked.

All you could do was look to the future with your daughter, hoping she would never have to live thought what her mother and father did.

"Come on up! It's nice up here!"

You kicked off, hovering a bit to get your bearings since it's been sometime since your flew. But it only took a moment, going up and bit more before you beelined over to where Oliver and Poppy were. Oliver was right over your little garden to the left, you flying over to be perched at his side to see if Poppy was doing okay. Sure enough, seeing her face lit up as she saw you and she screeched while her arms pumped up and down in ease.

"We got a natural flyer here," Oliver commented to you as he looked down at Poppy, seeing her stick her tongue out at you and you stuck your tongue back. Poppy laughed as Oliver rolled his eyes, "Now, I don't know if ya mum still has her speed on that rusty ol' broom stick,"

You eyed him carefully, "You saying I've gotten slow, Wood?"

Oliver could only grin as he shrugged, "I'm sayin'.....you've gotten soft,"

Challenged accepted then.

You rolled your shoulders as you took off, speeding all around the cottage and doing the old tricks that you used to do when you were younger back on the Quidditch team. It reminded you of all the times you were challenged by Oliver when you were teens, pushing one another to go a bit faster and a bit harder in the dips and turns. Those practices were always intense, epically when you had to get ready for a match against Slytherin. That challenge to one up each other was what brought you and Oliver together as a couple, and that fire never went away.

But they were still great memories to have, back to when things were simple and not too complicated.

"Go mummy, go!" Oliver cheered as you rolled a few more times across the front long, you grinning as you were tucked very close to your broomstick to make yourself spin harder and quicker. You made have gotten older, but you were still a fabulous flyer. Finally, after a few more stretches around the house and down to barely touch the top of the snow with your fingers, you slowed down and went back to hover near Oliver and Poppy. Oliver was grinning massively at you, almost with a hint of pride as you leaned back on your broomstick.

"You still got it, babe," he replied, you grinned widely.

"As do you," you agreed.

"Ho ho ho! Oi, you two love birds bring my Goddaughter down before I make ya!"

You and Oliver looked down, seeing George Weasley and Angelina Johnson walking hand and hand up to your front gate, a bag with presents in George's hand as they waved at you from the ground. Poppy was now alerted, hearing George's voice as she was looking around for him.

"Thought you were coming earlier, George! What took ya so long?" Oliver called down to him as George chuckled.

"Had to make a pitstop to see Harry and Ginny. Didn't think we were going to come see you two flying around or else I would have brought my own broomstick!" George explained, Angelina rolling her eyes.

"We have two more in the closet," You reminded him, George's eyes going wide.

"Merlin's sake," Angeline snorted as you giggled.

"Alright then, Wood. I'll mop you again like I did last time!" George said in a triumphant manner, thne bolting to the house with Angelina right on his heels.

Yeah, this Christmas was going to be great for certain!

The End.

Christmas Prompts

[ao3feed-larry]

king of my heart

by wildestdreams

Harry shrugged, his shoulders brushing against Louis’. “I think since I was young, I craved that feeling, though. I didn’t always hate being a prince, but over time, certain aspects of it just bothered me so much. I remember being four years old and realising that every person in the world knew my name, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted that. I told my mum as much and she tried telling me that being a prince is not a punishment. That it was a privilege that I should be happy about it, but no one asked me if I was. But looking up at the sky, I remember that all of this will one day mean nothing, and neither will I. All the pressure will then disappear and I could just be.”

Louis stayed quiet, allowing Harry the space to open up because he knew Harry wasn’t looking for advice, but just someone to confide in. What he wished he could tell him was that in the short amount of time that he’d known the prince, in Louis’ eyes, he couldn’t be insignificant if he tried. He was brighter than every star up there in the sky. He was all Louis could look at and think about.

or A Red, White, and Royal Blue AU where Hollywood elite, Louis Tomlinson, finds himself falling for the closeted Prince of England.

Words: 6042, Chapters: 1/14, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik, Niall Horan, Liam Payne, Original Male Character(s), Florence Pugh, Jay Tomlinson, Original Tomlinson Character(s), Anne Cox, Des Styles, Lottie Tomlinson, Oli Wright, Emma Corrin

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Royalty, Alternate Universe - Actors, Alternate Universe - Hollywood, Inspired by Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston, Secret Relationship, Forbidden Love, Friends to Lovers, Bottom Louis Tomlinson, Top Harry Styles, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Anal Sex, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Famous Harry Styles, Famous Louis Tomlinson, Past Louis Tomlinson/Original Male Character(s), Fake/Pretend Relationship, Closeted Character, Coming Out, Forced Outing, Mutual Pining, Fluff and Humor, Drunken Flirting, Red White & Royal Blue References

via AO3 works tagged 'Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson' https://ift.tt/ZpULy9W

[maynardtrash]

The List~Oli White

A/N: ya girl’s back and better than ever bc i moved and now im p settled minus the fact that some of my stuff is back at my old place but i have a bed food and wifi and thats all that matters. btw this is sort of different from my usual writing style so i hope you guys like it especially the person who requested it

     Jack, Connor, Josh, and Oli were making the usual challenge video. This time it was a good old game of Would You Rather. As they played, Oli had revealed he had never met up with a girl he matched with on Tinder. When he said this, the cogs in Conor’s head began to turn. Never a good idea. As time went on, Conor compiled a list of things Oli did not drink to.

      After filming, Conor went to his brother, Jack. He smirked, and Jack’s eye widened. “What’s up?” Jack asked suspiciously.

     “I think Oli needs our help.” Though the brothers were a year apart, they had a type of twin telepathy. Jack’s eyes immediately lit up. As the night went on, the boys came up with a plan. Oli was an especially trusting friend, a little too trusting at times. Unfortunately he was so trusting all of his friends knew his passcode. When Oli was busy in his kitchen, Jack and Conor went to work. They went through his matches, trying to find the perfect girl.

     “What about her?” Conor asked as his brother searched through.

     “This one?” Jack asked. “(Y/N)? Yeah she’s cute. Good job, funny bio. Yeah let’s message her.” They went to work, somewhat catfishing her. But they got to their goal. They set up a date with her at a local cafe that Friday. “Now how do we get Oli there?” Jack asked.

Oli’s POV

     I continued to switch my attention from my phone to the door. “They should have been here by now,” I thought. I was supposed to meet up with Jack and Conor fifteen minutes ago. Then I saw a familiar stranger. I had matched with her on Tinder about a week ago, but I was too nervous to say anything. She looked around the room, then her eyes settled on me. Her face lit up and she waved in my direction. I looked around, making sure she was waving to me, confirmed it, then waved back. She began to approach my table, and I approached an anxiety attack. I wasn’t prepared. I didn’t know I’d see any of my Tinder matches here, let alone her. I normally like my Tinder matches like my nuclear explosions: the farther away, the safer I feel.

     “Oli!” she exclaimed. “It’s so nice to finally meet you!”

     “Uh, yeah...” I replied, still very confused. “You too.”

     “After not starting a conversation, I was worried we would never speak.”

     “Pardon?”

     “Are we not having a lunch date today? I normally come into this cafe on my break so I may have gotten the dates confused. If so, I’m terribly sorry.”

     “No, it’s fine! I was just waiting for-” I began to say, when everything clicked. I wasn’t here to have lunch with Jack and Conor. I was there for her. Those bellends. “I was just waiting for you. You were a little late and I began to worry.”

     “Oh gosh! You’re right! I’m so sorry I got caught up in my work. Let me make it up to you with a chocolate pastry? They’re amazing here.” As we talked, early afternoon bled into afternoon, which bled into evening. Before we knew it we were getting kicked out since it was closing time. She was truly amazing. Everything she said and did was so animated. So bright and fun. She lit up a room with her personality and smile. She attracted attention without trying, but in the best way possible. She was a beautiful human, inside and out.

                                           *Two months later*

     (Y/N)’s POV

     Tonight was like any other. After work, I was going to my boyfriend Oli’s place. Except tonight I had a fun game in mind. It didn’t take long for me to get introduced into Oli’s life, and same with him. We introduced each other to our friend groups and family, and we got along with everyone. A few weeks ago, I was left alone with his friends Jack and Conor. I was told they were mischievous, but I hadn’t realized until I found out about the list. I also learned that I was a check mark on it. 

     Now, normally this is part of the story or movie plot where the girl gets mad and she just can’t believe she was duped and she was nothing more than a challenge. But I wasn’t mad, I was intrigued. I wanted to know more. This is what led to Jack, Conor, and I to get Oli very drunk and him waking up in a parking lot with nothing but his underwear and phone that miraculously was not stolen. Now came another time to check off another item: getting called out for having a boner in public. 

     The buttercreams and I were going out to eat and grab some cocktails. This was my time to shine. We entered Wagamama and made our way to a table. I made sure I was right next to Oli and I had Jack or Conor sitting on the other side. God forbid another one of the boys sat next to him and saw what I was doing. We were also conveniently in the corner so there was no added embarrassment from any other stranger. As we began to peruse the menu, I rested a reassuring hand on Oli’s hand. He smiled, placing his hand on top of mine. I almost felt bad as he had no idea, but the prospect was too exciting.

    A couple of minutes later, my hand began to wander. “(Y/N),” Oli muttered. “Please.” I only gave an innocent tilt of the head and asked, “Are you alright?” He glared, but did nothing. I continued to do my work, just subtly enough to not raise suspicion in the rest of the boys. A tent began to pitch and I was like a giddy school girl. Though it sounds sadistic, the more he squirmed, the happier I was. When he was completely upright, I stopped. He clearly groaned in frustration when Caspar looked over. “Is everything alright, buddy?” he asked, genuinely concerned. Josh, who was two seats away, looked over and began to laugh. “No, everything is not alright!” he chimed in through his chuckling. “He’s at full chub!” 

     The boys began to look over and laugh as they saw Oli’s situation. I beamed with pride at my accomplishment. “Check,” I said, giving Conor and Jack a high five. “You were in on this with them?!” Oli asked, slightly upset and angry. I shrugged in response. “Sorry, babe.”

     The night came to end, and Oli and I drove back to his place in silence. He was clearly upset, and I was too stubborn to apologize. We got into his apartment, and, as I thought he was about to start an argument, he slammed me against the wall and began to kiss me passionately. He immediately started to rub me through my pants, still pinning me to the wall. Without saying a word, he took me to his room and we continue to make out on his bed. We teased each other through our clothes, then removed them quickly. Before I knew it, Oli was on top of me, ready to thrust himself into me. I nodded, giving him consent, and he began to slowly push himself in and out of me. He quickened his pace over time, and we were both moaning each other’s names into the night. He came quickly, then pulled out.

      I whimpered at the lose of friction, but Oli quickly began to rub my clit rapidly. I came quickly as well, and Oli collapsed back from exhaustion. “Thank you,” he said after catching his breath. 

     “Anytime,” I replied with a wink.

[peanutbuttercreamjelly]

Noise - Jack Maynard

Where you live in the apartment a level lower than Jack and you can’t sleep because Jack has way too much fun with a girl.

Warning: Mentions of smut

Ugh, I know it’s short, but I’m thinking about making a part 2 maybe...

It was nearly 2 am, and Y/N couldn’t sleep. She lied awake, actually having to study for her upcoming finals tomorrow, but she was too tired for that. She really wanted to rest, she needed to, but she couldn’t. And there was only one reason why.

Jack Maynard.

Out of all people, he had to live in the apartment above hers. He was the loudest person she had ever met. She didn’t even know when he slept, because there were people over yelling and cheering in the middle of the night, or he would bring random girls home literally 24/7. Two days ago, it had been 9 am, and they were so loud that she did not only hear them in her bedroom, but in her living room, too. Today though, they reached a whole new level of noise. It sounded as if they were about to break the bed. She didn’t mind him having an active sex life, she had one herself, but she didn’t do it so loudly that everybody else in the entire building lied awake and was forced to listen.

Enough was enough. She had an exam tomorrow, she could not go there completely sleep-deprived, so she decided to go up there and disrupt their little... encounter.

She took the lift, went one floor up, and rang his bell. Y/N was surprised that she couldn’t hear them as well as from her bedroom below. When nothing happened, she rang again. And then she just kept ringing until finally, the door opened, revealing a thoroughly fucked out Jack.

“What do you want?”, he asked as he recognized her. She had caught his eye once or twice as they met at the mailboxes or as they shared a lift.

“Look”, Y/N said, “I’m glad you have a healthy sex life and all but will you please try not to pierce a whole through my ceiling with your bed? Thanks.”

She wanted to turn around and go back to bed, finally getting some sleep, but there was something that caught her eye. It was a very prominent, purple hickey that started right at his collarbone. She took a closer look at his state now, finding that his face was flushed, his hair a mess, and his body was bare except for a pair of boxers that he apparently had put on in a rush.

She suddenly became very aware of her soggy pajama pants and her top that, as she discreetly looked down, revealed way more than she wanted. To top it off, she didn’t wear a bra and the chilly air in the hallway made her nipples stand out through the thin fabric. She felt herself blushing, but there was nothing that she could do about it.

“Look, I know we might have been a bit louder, but... we’re done soon, okay?”, Jack said and tried to shut the door.

But Y/N wasn’t having any of it. She placed her foot in between Jack’s door and the frame, wincing slightly as the door squeezed her foot. She hadn’t bothered to put shoes on, she just went up there in fuzzy socks.

“No”, she said. “No, it’s not okay. I have a bloody exam tomorrow and I can’t sleep because you choose to ruin your bed right above of mine. I don’t care what you are doing to her, but keep it low”, she stressed the last few words, “or I’m calling the security guy.” Then she turned around and stomped back to the lift.

Jack really was an idiot, although she couldn’t shake off the feeling that she had had when she saw him like this. Still, she reminded herself, he was an idiot.

Based off this post from @dailyau

[elsehuggs]

undefined

Okay baby I’ll give you a hug

[mrs-langley]

And Nothing Less

BYRON LANGLEY IMAGINE

MASTERLIST

Request:  Anon (*coughkate*cough) -  Love your writing! Can you do a ByronxReader where the reader is a little heavier (or just insecure) and feels out of the norm when it comes to dating Byron since many people may easily imagine someone like him to be with someone very model-like. Maybe where her and Byron go out with the boys, and she feels awkward around then until they openly accept her and love her? Sorry this request is kind of messy!

btw found your request lol

Words: 1159

Warning: body negativity

I checked my make up one last time before heading into my closet, Byron’s eyes followed my body from his position on the bed. A low whistle echoed behind me causing me to roll my eyes and mutter a “shut up.”. I could hear him shuffle off the bed and make his way to closet too. He stood in the door frame, I could feel his eyes raking over me then I felt his arms wrap around my shoulders, pressing my back into his chest as he trailed quick pecks all over my neck and shoulders. I giggled and ran my hands through the clothes hanging in front of me. I pulled out various items, holding them against me then frowning and replacing them back to the hanger.

 “I love that dress!” Byron whined and I pulled the item away from my body.

“I do too, but it’s a teeny bit tight.” I sighed then pulled out another item of clothing.

“And your problem is?” he said pulling out the dress again and turning me to face him. He held the dress against me again before a warm smile fell onto his face, “See? Absolutely stunning.” He walked out to the bedroom again, feeling confident in his decision.

 “I’m meeting your friends today Byron.” I said bluntly and rolled my eyes. I placed the dress back on the hanger and went on searching. “I need to look at least a little decent.”

 “Pardon?” he said flatly as he sat up in bed even though he heard me clearly. He always did that when he didn’t like what you said, he especially does it when people say hurtful things, he likes seeing them squirm uncomfortably at having to repeat their words.

 “Don’t ‘pardon’ me Byron.” I muttered loud enough for him to hear. “You know I have to wear something rather flattering.”

 “what does ‘rather flattering’ mean?” he almost growled, “I know what you are trying to imply y/n.” he had gotten up from the bed again and was standing in the closets door frame watching me flip through the clothes.

 My stomach sank at his anger, he hated when I negatively commented about myself. It came naturally to me though these days, I had spent years seeing my reflection and grimacing at what I saw. “I’m not implying anything.” I mumbled and did not dare look up at him in fear that he’ll see my facial expression screaming it was a lie.

 “Then what does ‘rather flattering’ mean y/n?” he had crossed his arms as silence filled the space between us.

“It means you’re literally the model with attractive friends who also have highly attractive girlfriends, and I’m just a pudgy nobody.” I said after a moment of silence, “Which means I want to wear an outfit that makes me feel as if I look a little less like a pudgy nobody.” I looked up at him, his face flushed red in anger and he was clenching his fists with his arms still tightly crossed over his chest. “How dare you say these things about yourself when I can say the total opposite? I think everyone you know would actually agree with me, how about we phone your mom and see what she would say about you saying such disgusting things about the beautiful girl she made and raised” I looked down in embarrassment and waited for him to stop ranting so I could forget about this and go back to finding a slimming outfit. “I do not see this pudgy nobody y/n” he said softly and reached for my hand, he laced his fingers around mine and gave it a squeeze. He then walked up behind me and faced us opposite the mirror. “You know who I see?” he didn’t give me time to answer, “a gorgeous girl with stunning eyes and a smile, soft arms and hands…” a smirk flashed into his face, “lovely long legs and gorgeous curves right over-”

 “Okay Langley.” I cut him off as his hands started roaming down my sides.

 The smirk faded from his lips, “But do you understand? You are literally the only person that thinks up those negative comments. You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever meet, you make heads turn when you walk into a room.” he turned me to face him as he praised me, “I have to give guys the death stare, so they don’t steal you from me.”. I giggled making him smile as he cupped my face in his hands, “You are beautiful and nothing less.” He mumbled before pressing a firm kiss to my lips.

 He pulled back and stared at me trying to figure out my expression, “Sorry.” I muttered embarrassed before shifting my gaze back to the floor.

 “Don’t be baby, you just need to learn that your much more than those stupid thoughts you come up with and definitely more that appearance.” He gave my hand a squeeze as I nodded softly. “You are so funny, charming and intelligent and if you think people, especially my friends would think otherwise just based on your looks you must be crazy.” He pulled out the dress again and placed it in my arms, “So please put this on for me because it looks absolutely stunning on you and please don’t ever hurt your feelings because it hurts me more than it hurts you.” He pressed a sweet kiss to mt fore head and walked back out to the bedroom.

 I pulled on the dress and smiled as I realised how good it really looked. I walked out into the bedroom earning another whistle from Byron as I stood in front of the bed modelling my outfit. I tried to hide the redness rising onto my cheeks as he gawked at me. He chuckled and got and pressed a cheeky kiss to my temple before grabbing the car keys and leading us out my apartment to Joe’s where we would meet everyone for dinner.

 Byron entered the building code and held my hand in his as we went up the elevator to Joe’s floor. He opened the door causing a rumble of conversations to drift into the hallway, I heard various greetings to Byron being yelled through the apartment before I stepped in through the door.  The room fell to a silence with everyone’s mouth hanging wide open.

“You didn’t mention she was a this attractive!” Jack accused, breaking the silence causing the rest of the room to mumble in agreement.

 Byron smiled brightly then introduced me to everyone. I knew most of them from their videos anyways but it felt good to finally meet them.

 “Well Byron you won big time, a hilariously funny sweetheart, you better treat her well.” Conor lectured just before he was about to leave.

 “Oh don’t worry I will.” He said smiling at me then pressing a kiss to my lips and Conor said his goodbyes.

[jackncon]

lazy days // jack maynard

summary: the buttercreams tease jack for being whipped. 

requested: yes thank you! 

“can you do a cute fluffy imagine where jack and the reader are having a lazy day and the buttercream join them and teased him about being in love” 

warnings: none I believe! 

pairing: jack maynard x reader

a/n: I’ve never seen the notebook so sorry if the timeline doesn’t really add up or I said something completely different to what happens in the movie but it was the first one that came to mind, sorry!

It was a Sunday afternoon and up until now you and Jack had spent the entire day on his couch. Jack was sporting a pair of grey sweats and not much else, not unlike yourself who was dressed in simply his shirt and a pair of shorts. The two of you were currently watching The Notebook, despite Jack’s groans and protests at the beginning, he was actually starting to enjoying it. You glanced down at him, seeing small tears sitting in his eyes.

“Oh baby,” you laughed leaning over to kiss his temple as he let out a watery chuckle. 

“He just loves her so much.” he said quietly, grabbing your hand and fiddling with your fingers.

You engrossed yourself back into the movie, letting Jack mindlessly play with your hand until he spoke up, “You know, I wanna put a ring on this finger one day. Maybe not today but someday.” he admitted.

You looked down at your boyfriend, smiling. “I love you, you know?” you asked, placing your hand under his chin and lifting his head so you could kiss him. You shuffled yourself down the couch so your head was now lying in Jack’s lap as he ran his fingers through your hair carefully, your eyes drifting shut as the movie played in the background, neither of you paying much attention to it. What seemed like hours later you were awoken to the loud voice of Mikey Pearce yelling in your flat and credits rolling on the screen. 

“Oi, mate whatever happened to the party boy who never fell in love eh? Gonna have to stop calling ya Randy soon!” Mikey laughed, jumping onto the couch next to Jack, causing you to sit up since you clearly weren’t going to be able to finish the nap. 

“Our little boy Jackie is growing up.” Joe announced, leaning on Caspar’s shoulder, pretending to wipe away a tear as he angled his camera and the two of you. 

“Good job at staying quiet guys,” Jack huffed, rolling his eyes before turning to you, “Good sleep love? Sorry they woke you up.” he mumbled, brining you in and kissing your temple. You smiled up at him, about to thank him before Mikey cut you off. 

“Oh stop it it’s too much!” he yelled, pretending to gag, leaving you and Jack to simultaneously roll your eyes. 

You pushed yourself off the couch, walking to your shared room to grab some more appropriate clothing to wear around guests. You stopped outside the door before walking back in, it seemed the boys were mid-disscussion, teasing the hell out of your poor boyfriend. 

“Mate no need to be ashamed, she’s well fit! I’d be whipped too if my girl looked like that too.” you heard Oli whisper, clearly trying to keep his voice down so you wouldn’t hear.

“Who thought we would see the day our own Randy was ready to settle down?” Josh laughed, only to be cut off by Jack.

“Yeah yeah, whatever. If you knew her like I do you would get why.” Jack defended his actions and your honour. 

“Nah mate, we get it. I’m excited to have another sister anyway.” Conor confessed. 

Your eyebrows came together as you frowned, sure you and Conor were close but you wouldn’t refer to him as your brother. Your thoughts were cut short as the distinct snap of a ring box, shut. The pieces came together in your mind, causing a grin to spread across your face before strutting into the lounge. 

“Not giving my boy too much shit are ya?” you questioned, collapsing into Jack’s arms. 

“If only you knew babe.”

[notearsruel]

Hate | Joe Sugg

Summary: The one where the hate has been getting you down and Joe cheers you up.

A/N: This is my first time writing an imagine, so I hope you enjoy! My requests are always open to anything buttercream related.

Clicking off your latest youtube video and closing your laptop shut, you sighed. Usually, you could handle the hate that came along with being in the public eye. However, it had been getting to you recently. Maybe it was a combination between the crappy week you’d had or the fact that you hadn’t slept in three days trying to think of a video that would be good enough for your viewers, but somehow, along the way, it had all become too much for you.

You let out a shaky breath you didn’t know you were holding as you looked up to see Joe enter your apartment. Over the course of the past three years, the gang had become your family, so it wasn’t unusual for Joe or the others to show up uninvited. Heck, they practically lived here some days.

“Y/N, I’m back-” his words cut off as his eyes met yours, instantly making his way towards you, a slight frown appearing on his face.

“What’s wrong love?”

At this point, tears were making their way down your face as you looked down, not knowing where to begin.

“I just- I just don’t know what I’m doing wrong. I try my hardest to please everyone but it never seems to work. Nothing I do is ever good enough.” You sobbed, all of the frustrations from the past week finally coming out. 

“Babe, you know that’s not true.” He began softly, his voice gentle, as if to not set you off any further than you already are right now. 

“You’re more than good enough. In fact, I feel like we aren’t enough for you sometimes. You’re so very special. I wish you could see that too. Where’s this coming from, what’s happened?”

“The hate I’ve been getting...” is all you managed to choke out before another sob formed it’s way up your throat. You didn’t trust yourself to say another word, in fear that you might drown in all the reasons why you’re not okay.

“Babe, it’s okay to feel like this. I wish you told me sooner because I would have listened. I would have helped you” he replied softly.

Holding your face in his palms, you had no other option but to meet his gaze. You glossy eyes matched his which grew more and more broken at the growing sight of seeing you so hurt. 

It was no secret that Joe loved deeply. Whether it was his friends, his family, or you - his girlfriend, nothing hurt him more than seeing the people he loved unhappy.

“I understand why you’re upset, I would be too, but they’re irrelevant comments, love. They don’t know you personally.” His index finger reached up to quickly catch the tears that made their way down your soft, rosy cheeks. “They don’t know how hard you work on these videos.”

“Those comments aren’t from your fans; I know that because your fans appreciate your hard work and love you for who you are. They would never take the time to hurt you like this.

I know everyone says this, but they really are just jealous of you and your success. They don’t see you as the talented and beautiful person that you really are. And if you are starting to believe them, then you need some reminding about how special you are too, babe”

You couldn’t help but smile at his kind words. He always knew exactly what to say and how to make you feel better. How did you get so lucky as to have the best boyfriend in the whole world?

“There is so much to love about you; from the twinkle in your eyes to the way they light up when you’re talking about something you’re passionate about, everything about you draws me in and I feel like I can’t cope with all the happiness you bring me. You’re the love that came without warning, Y/N, you had my heart before I could say no.” Joe added, not taking his eyes off you once. 

“Thank you, Joe.” your eyes finally filling with hope again. “For everything. Those comments don’t mean anything as long as you’re there with me. I love you”

“I love you too, babe”.

And with that, he laced his fingers between yours as you lay back on the sofa, your eyes fluttering closed. The tears had you exhausted, and all you needed right now was to be with Joe, which is how you spent the rest of the night - in complete harmony with each other. With him, you were complete and nothing could hurt you.

[teaglcwn]

Pinch me  ( Jack Maynard x Reader )

Jack Maynard x Reader Genre: fluff Word count: 517 | Requested: Could you do Jack Maynard fanfic where the reader is a dancer and she's very popular and one day the reader collabs with him. | 

a/n: Ahoihoi, so i’m just warning that this isin’t my best work ! and there are mistakes i am sorry. i wrote this on my phone cause my laptop is broken and yeah. <3

You walked into the dance studio and saw your manager with 3 guys that you recognized. Jack Maynard, Conor Maynard, and Josh Pieters. Being the fangirl you are you literally squealed and immediately covered your mouth.

All the attention went to you and you just walked to the couch where you threw your jacket and backpack. You cleared your throat and walked to your manager,

'' Hello, '' you said smiling at them trying to calm yourself. '' Yes, meet Y/n. One of our youngest and the most, let's say known, dancers. '' your manager told the Youtubers. You smiled and looked down. Your head snapped back up when you hear your name come from Jack's mouth.

'' Why are you shy? ''  he said laughing. You smiled, '' I'm not shy, I'm the opposite. '' you replied to him, he raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms.

''Alright Y/n, you're gonna make a video with Jack, I'm gonna then show Conor and Josh the rest of the group and their gonna make a video.'' your manager smiled and then walked out with Conor and Josh.

The door closed and you looked towards Jack who you caught checking you out.  '' Oui, stop looking me like you're gonna take a bite of me, '' you said laughing. Jack looked up and smiled '' Alright, so, I thought we could do like a Q & A with like questions for dancers which are you gonna answer, and then like teach me something. I literally came here with no ideas so let's see what's gonna come out of this.''

The door opened and Conor and Josh walked in, '' Hello!''  you screamed. '' I don't get it !!'' Jack said frustrated, you laughed and walked beside him, '' Okay, put your hands on your hips- '' you both put your hands on the hips '' - then lift your right hand and make a circle in the air and while you're doing that put your left arm behind your back. '' You both did the move.

''There you go!!'' You said excited and loud. Jack looked at you also towards Josh and Conor  '' It actually wasn't that difficult'' he said kinda shocked. '' Of course, it was easy, it would've been easier if you didn't flirt with the camera or me.'' You fired back making Josh and Conor laugh and Jack looking at you shocked.

''When are you gonna upload that video?'' You asked Jack, '' Tomorrow when we go to dinner, so i'll pick you up at 7 '' he replied bold. '' Ahh okay I'll look forward- WAIT WHAT?!'' your eyes went wide, you cleared your throat '' I mean, okay? I don't really know what to say. '' you said looking down.

'' Don't worry about it, '' Jack said walking towards you '' Wear something comfortable '' and with that, he left you shocked and confused. You sighed and whispered,

'' Someone pinch me. ''

[nerdraging4point0]

Blood of Eden // Chapter Fourteen // Bad Omens Urban Fantasy Romance

Tropes and Tags: MM, MF, MFM, MFM, instalove, too much sex, tattooed men, polyverse, shapeshifters.

CW: 18+ only minors DNI. Urban Fantasy romance, Smut. Angst. Fluff (ish), Story includes D/S themes, mentions of blood and gore, mentions of drug use and distribution, mentions of prostitution, unprotected sex, male receiving oral sex, female receiving oral sex, cuckolding, P/A sex, P/V sex.

This work below is fictionalized ideas and stories involving real people but does not directly reflect their thoughts, feelings, or behaviors. Please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction.

Taglist(click to be added): @ladyveronikawrites @mysticdoodlez @poisongirl616 @shilohrosechicken @cookiesupplier @meliferafaerie @concreteemo @itsafullmoon @letmeadoreyoux @transparentwitchnightmare @spicywhenspeaking @somewhere-diamond @iknownothingpeople @darling-millicent-aubrey @somebodyels3 @jakeygvf21 @badomensls @dominuslunae @mountains-to-move @sundamariis @caitcoreeeee @crimson-calligraphyx @darkmxgician

As soon as Noah picked himself up from the floor he crawled into the passenger seat of the Denali, wiping the tears from his cheeks and desperately trying to scrape the blood off his knuckles. His fingers cracked each time he opened and closed his fist, his accelerated healing making quick work of the mangled hand. The denali cruised easily out of the compound trying their best not to draw suspicion, as soon as they were clear and onto the freeway Jolly pressed the accelerator to the floor. 

Noah had tried repeatedly to dial Maria or Oli, there was no answer, the phones immediately going to voicemail. He tried Nick whose phone only rang and rang with no answer. 

“I don’t like this,” he growled.

“Nothing for Maria or Oli?” Jolly’s knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel. 

“Not even Nick.” Noah confirmed. The pair drove in silence, Noah still trying his best to reach out to Rosa, he watched billboards pass and his body swerved as Jolly weaved through traffic. Noah grew frustrated more and more by the minute, trying to reach out to an empty void. 

As Noah and Jolly approached the city exit, they were immediately struck by the eerie emptiness of the streets on what should have been a typical bustling Thursday afternoon. A palpable sense of unease crept up the back of Noah's neck, causing the fine hairs there to stand on end. Jolly, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, began to gradually slow the car's pace, his eyes scanning the deserted roads for any sign of activity or explanation for the unsettling silence.

With growing trepidation, Noah peered out the windows, his gaze darting from one abandoned sidewalk to the next, spotting only the occasional solitary pedestrian or idle vehicle - far fewer than the usual throngs of people and congestion that normally clogged the city's arteries at this time of day. "Something's off, master," Noah murmured, his words barely escaping his lips before the car lurched forward as he slammed on the brakes, causing Noah to brace himself against the dashboard.

There, standing brazenly in the middle of the street, was a figure they both recognized - Oli, his trademark leather jacket collar popped up to obscure his features, a twisted grin plastered across his face as his long, unkempt hair fell haphazardly over his eyes. 

Noah's heart raced as he scrambled out of the car, adrenaline coursing through his veins. Steading himself on his own two feet, Noah wasted no time pulling Oli into a tight embrace, relief washing over him. Jolly had quickly pulled off the side of the road, as Oli clung to Noah, his own panic evident in the way he gripped his friend's shoulders. "What are you doing? I've been calling you all day!" Noah sneered, his voice laced with a mixture of concern and frustration.

Oli's response was hurried and apologetic. "I'm sorry, my friend," he said, ushering them both off the road and towards a waiting car just down the block. "But we need to move fast. We've found a tracker in your car, and we're worried they might be closing in on you." Oli's words spurred them into action, and Noah quickly gathered their belongings, his mind racing as the trio made their way to the car, their only priority now being to get as far away from this place as possible before their pursuers caught up to them.

As they made their way slowly through the vacant streets, the group navigated their way down multiple city blocks, the homes in this part of town packed tightly together and visibly run-down. Oli led them through a creaky old chain link gate and up some dilapidated wooden stairs, finally arriving at the entrance to a weathered, aging house. "It's the safest place we could find," he said quietly, closing the door behind them as they stepped inside.

In the front room, several familiar faces were seated, all seemingly engrossed in the various tasks at hand. Jethro sat hunched over an old dining room table, a scattered array of computers, screens, and other technical equipment spread out before him. His fingers flew across the keyboards as he seamlessly shifted his attention from one monitor to the next, his salt-and-pepper hair and wire-rimmed glasses giving him an aged, experienced appearance that contrasted with his relatively youthful frame. Despite the casual nature of his slacks and button-down periwinkle blue shirt, Jethro's green eyes remained locked with laser-like focus on the screens, occasionally pushing the glasses up the bridge of his nose as he worked tirelessly, undoubtedly carrying out some critical function in this hidden refuge they had found.

Skylar sat perched on the arm of the couch, her leather boots tapping an anxious rhythm against the hardwood floor as she circled her eyes around the dimly lit room, her gaze periodically drifting to the window where she kept a watchful eye on the activity outside. Her appearance was a striking contrast - part badass and part ethereal beauty, with her black roots cropped short at the base of her skull and teal locks flowing in soft waves over one shoulder. The tense set of her jaw and the restless energy thrumming through her body betrayed the worry and uncertainty she felt in this moment.

Meanwhile, Noah caught fleeting glimpses of shadowy figures moving about at the back of the house, and soon Folio and Amber came into view, exchanging a slight nod with him before resuming their hushed, hurried work. Across the open kitchen, Maria and Mark stood in tense conference, papers and files scattered between them as they pored over the results. Suddenly, Maria's eyes flashed up, locking onto the trio by the door, and with a muttered curse, she hastily shoved the documents into Mark's hands and padded across the room, bare feet slapping against the tile. Without a word, she pulled both Jolly and Noah into a desperate embrace, her body wracked with sobs. "I'm so sorry, boys," she choked out, her voice thick with anguish. "I thought she'd be safe with him. I didn't realize..." Her words trailed off, the weight of her unspoken fears and regrets hanging heavy in the air.

“Maria, don’t worry yourself, we’ll get her back.” Jolly said, stroking his friend's hair. 

“What is all this?” Noah's eyes darted around the makeshift living quarters, taking in the hastily assembled yet functional space that served as a safe haven for his companions. "A safe house," Oli explained, his voice tinged with a mix of relief and concern. “Jethro and Mark got out a few days ago, setting up shop here before the meltdown. I barely made it out of Skytower with Maria before the Magistrate moved in. We meant to take Rosa but it was too late.”

Maria's expression grew somber as she cleared her throat, wiping away tears. "Mark and I have been pouring over every historical and scientific clue we could find, but there's been frustratingly little to go on." She paused, her gaze hardening with determination. "The best lead we have is sending Skylar on a hunting mission." Noah turned to the woman, who now stood at attention, silently awaiting his response.

Noah's brow furrowed as he processed this information, his lips pursing in a mix of worry and frustration. "How does this help me get Rosa back? What did they do to her?" he demanded, his voice rising in anguish. 

“The magistrate found the test results for the Nightshade concoction Jolly sent for analysis,” Jethro’s eyes still focused intently on his screen, gravely explained. "My guess is they're using it to harness Rosa's powers while they prepare her for trial," he said.

"Trial?" Jolly exclaimed, the shock evident in his voice. Maria nodded solemnly, revealing that Jethro had been hacking and monitoring the Magistrate's private communications. "There's been a lot of chatter about a trial at the compound in two days," she said, her words laced with a sense of dread and urgency.

Noah's heart raced as he considered the bold plan to break their friend out of custody. "So we break her out!" he shouted, the adrenaline coursing through his veins. But Oli quickly placed a calming hand on his shoulder, shaking his head. 

"Not a good idea, my friend," he cautioned, his voice low and measured. "You'd be arrested on sight if you tried something so reckless." Skylar's brow furrowed as she contemplated their predicament. 

"He's right, you know," she said, her tone level and pragmatic. "The authorities have eyes everywhere and would pounce the moment you made a move." Noah's shoulders slumped, the wind taken out of his sails, as the reality of their situation set in. But then Skylar's expression shifted, a flicker of hope kindling in her eyes.

 "But," she continued, "there may be a way - a more subtle approach that could work." 

It had been the longest, most agonizing night Noah and Jolly had ever spent away from the comfort and familiarity of their own home. As Jolly watched his beloved pet pace restlessly through the unfamiliar rooms, whimpering and scratching at the doors, his heart broke to see the animal's desperate attempts to reach their missing girl. Tears streamed down Jolly's cheeks as he witnessed the dog's futile efforts, his loyal companion clearly distressed and confused by their sudden displacement. That morning, as the first golden rays of dawn began to peek over the horizon, Jolly joined Maria, Oli, Noah, and Skylar in quietly slipping out of the nondescript safe house where they had taken shelter. Blending seamlessly into the steady flow of early commuter traffic, the group made their way further south, leaving the city limits behind as they headed into the more suburban outskirts. Though the change of scenery provided a sense of increased distance and safety, the ache of separation from their home and loved ones weighed heavily on them all.

As Skylar and Jolly strolled down the quiet, tree-lined street, they couldn't help but notice the warm, neighborly atmosphere surrounding them. Friendly strangers waved cheerfully as they passed by, their faces alight with genuine friendliness. The scene painted a picture-perfect portrait of small-town community - neighbors out and about, tending to their daily tasks like taking out the trash or walking their beloved pets. It was the quintessential image of the ideal, close-knit neighborhood.

Skylar gestured ahead, guiding Jolly's gaze towards a picturesque modern ranch-style home nestled at the street corner. The neatly manicured green lawn and meticulously maintained front porch, which wrapped nearly all the way around the house, gave the residence an inviting, well-cared-for appearance. Out front, a young girl darted about, her laughter ringing out as she chased what Jolly assumed were her older twin brothers, the siblings playfully splitting off in different directions as she tried to decide which one to pursue. The joyful, carefree scene perfectly encapsulated the charming, family-friendly vibe of the neighborhood - a place where children could safely roam and neighbors looked out for one another, fostering a warm, close-knit community atmosphere.

Jolly took a deep breath as he pulled the car over to the side of the street, parking directly across from the modest two-story house. Biting down on the inside of his cheek, he knew he was taking a risk by even being here. One by one, the rest of the group followed Jolly's lead, exiting the vehicle and gathering on the sidewalk. Jolly led the way, carefully crossing the street, hyper-aware of the three children playing in the small front yard. As soon as the group set foot on the sidewalk, the children's playtime came to an abrupt halt, all three young faces turning to regard the newcomers with curious expressions. 

"Guardians," the little girl giggled, her eyes sparkling with wonder as she pointed towards Oli and Noah, the tallest members of the group.

"Father is inside," one of the boys said, his gaze fixed intently on Jolly. Jolly gave the boy a small nod, forcing himself to continue forward up the walkway to the front door. Before he could even lift his hand to knock, the white door swung open, revealing a man just a few years older than Jolly himself. The man's brown hair was slightly receded, a small scar running between his furrowed brows, his blue eyes tired yet twinkling with a hint of warmth. The stubble on his face gave him a distinguished, almost rugged appearance, but his soft, friendly smile put Jolly and the others at ease.

 "My name is Joshua," he said in a gentle, melodic tone. "Please, come in."

[supernaturalisbae1]

Jack Maynard-Having Fun

Requests are still open guys let me know if you have any I really enjoy writing these! Also check out my wattpad. I write things on there!

Thank you for the request I changed it a wee bit but I hope you like it!😜 This is a lot fluffier than I thought it would be😂

Jacks POV

“Okay guys I gotta go, I’m starving and my wonderful girlfriend is in the kitchen, making me dinner. See ya later MERRY VLOGMAS!” I said to my camera. “Say bye y/n.” “Bye guys merry vlogmas.” Y/n my lovely girlfriend yelled from the kitchen.

I turned off the camera and set it on the charger in my room. After that I found my way to the kitchen smelling y/f/f (your favorite food) cooking.

I stopped in the doorway just watching y/n. I love her more than anything, we’ve been dating for almost 2 years now. She was staying with Conor and I at our flat for the holidays, and she’s been cooking all day for a dinner we’re having tonight with all the boys.

Y/n’s POV

I giggle to myself after I say bye to Jacks camera, he is really excited for Christmas, lord I love that boy and I’m glad to be staying with him.

I hear the door open pulling me out of my thoughts as I stir some of the food for tonight, but I don’t here footsteps afterward so I assume Jack stopped in the doorway.

It’s been five minutes and Jack still hasn’t said anything so I speak up. “Just gonna stand there and stare all day?” I ask as I glance back to see Jack smirking.

He shifts his weight to lean on the wall instead of the doorway “Maybe I like view,” he says cockily.

I giggle as the doorbell rings. “The boys must be here early can you get the door Conor is napping.” Jack groans deeply turning me on a little, but he does it none the less. I sigh and get back to work.

Around 10 minutes later Joe comes into the kitchen. “Hey y/n I figured you’ve been in here all day cooking by yourself so I came to help since they’ll burn anything they touch.” Joe says as he points at the door, talking about Jack and Conor.

“Oh thank you Joe that’s really nice, if it’s not to much trouble can you cut the carrots?” I ask him while handing him a knife. He nods his head and starts helping.

Not long after Jack comes in and hugs me from behind. “Hey sweetie,” I giggle. He kissed my lips then proceeds to say, “Oh come on Joe really you’re making me look bad in front of my girlfriend!”

“Hey back off, least I won’t make a mess everywhere like you would,” Joe fights back jokingly and we all laugh. The doorbell rings again. I just look at Jack and he goes to get the door.

Joe chuckles from the other side of the kitchen, “You’ve got that boy whipped y/n, he is wrapped around you’re finger.” I playfully glare over at him. “Don’t give me that look, you know it’s true.”

I laugh it off as Jack and Casper walk in the door carrying food. “Here’s the turkey, you asked for and Oli is right behind us with the potato salad.”

“Thanks Caspar, Oli set that on the table please. And Joe will you check the casserole?” Caspar and Oli put the food that’s done on the table, Joe nods and checks the casserole and I go wake Conor up while Jack goes to call Mikey to see when he’s getting here with the drinks.

Jacks POV

It’s busy here and I feel bad for not even thinking about helping y/n when all the boys brought food and Mikey bringing drinks while Conor sets the table.

I’m trying to help the best I can now but I’ve never really cooked before and I don’t want y/n to get frustrated from my constant questions.

Y/n’s POV

It’s been really busy around here. When I woke Conor up I put him straight to work setting the table, Jack was trying to help with the cooking but kept messing up or asking a lot of questions, and as adorable as I thought it was I sent him out to finish the Christmas decorations I never got to so I wouldn’t be distracted.

Mikey and Josh rode together to get the drinks and as soon as they got here I put them to work. Joe helped me prepare the last bit of food and we started chatting.

“You know what y/n, I’m glad you’re here because if we didn’t have you here it wouldn’t be a big party like this, we would have just gone out clubbing. Since your here, we really have a woman to set things up and make it feel like Christmas.” He quietly chuckles and continues. “And you know you’re just like a mother ordering all of us around. You’ve got Oli and Casper cleaning the the dining room and setting out food. Conor setting the table. Mikey and Josh getting the drinks, Jack putting up Christmas decor and me helping you cook. I never thought I’d see any of these guys doing stuff like this for anyone but you’ve rounded us out.”

Joe smiled at me, when he finished. I smiled back very big and genuinely. “Thank you Joe so much for helping me with everything.” We washed our hands and I hugged him.

*Skip to Dinner*

We all sat down with dinner finally ready and I decided to make a toast. “Before we begin eating I have a toast to make. I wanna thank all of you. Starting with Joe, thank you for showing up two hours early to help me finish cooking. Caspar thank you for taking the time to make a turkey to go with the Roast I made. Oli even though I know you just went to the store and bought it thanks for bringing the potato salad.” Oli blushed. “Conor thanks for setting the table just the way my picky self asked you to, Mikey thank you for buying the drinks, and Josh thank you for babysitting Mikey to make sure he didn’t spill them everywhere.” We all laughed and I finished my speech. “And thank you Jack, my best friend for trying to help cook and running around doing everything I asked of you, I don’t know what I would do without you. I love you.”

That was the end of my speech and I kissed Jack as they all cheered. We had a good laugh and everyone dug in.

Later on we all sat in the living room singing along to cheesy Christmas toons and Conor showing off with his lovely singing skills. I was sitting with Jack on the couch my legs draped over his with my head on his shoulder. “I’m gonna go clean up the table a little.” I whispered to Jack who nodded and kissed my lips before I got up.

After I’d taken all the leftovers and put them in containers I started washing the dishes. Shortly after that Jack came to hug my waist from behind. I dried my hands and turned around to talk to him.

“Hey, baby, need something?” I asked him still tightly holding on to me.

I looked up into his eyes and he seemed upset. He tried to hide it with a smile but I could tell he wasn’t okay. “Hey Jack what’s wrong? Don’t say nothing because I know you.”

“I don’t know I guess I just feel kinda bad for not helping you as much today. I heard you tell Joe thanks so much for everything and I just started feeling bad that you made all the boys help you and didn’t even ask me to. It made me feel useless so I tried helping you and Joe cook but I don’t really know how and you sending me out of the kitchen made me feel even worse.” He admitted.

“I feel so bad now this is all a big misunderstanding sweetie.” I tried to jump up on the counter behind me but I’m kinda short so I missed. Jack chuckled lightly and grabbed my waist to set me up there.

I pulled him in between my legs and made eye contact. “Jack what you heard me say to Joe earlier today was me thanking him for saying that he was glad I was here and said that I was the reason you guys had a real Christmas, and I asked all the boys to help me because none of them were doing anything I didn’t know it would bother you but I wanted to give you a break from all the stress of trying to make your new songs with Conor perfect.

And when you tried to help cook I loved that you were trying to help even though you didn’t know how it was adorable but I sent you out because I was getting distracted watching you. I’m so sorry I never realized that I was happy and all day and you were suffering, baby next time please say something. I’m so sorry please forgive me.”

“There is nothing to forgive. God how did I end up so lucky. I don’t deserve you. I love you so much. You didn’t do anything wrong it was just a misunderstanding as long as you were happy that’s all I need to make me happy. I love you so much. Please don’t ever leave me.”

*Waring making out beyond this scene but nothing more than that*

“Never.” I whispered and kissed him passionately. It started out slow but got increasingly faster and more intense. Jack had one hand on my cheek and the other holding my waist. I had my legs tightly wrapped around his waist and my hands on his neck, because I was still on the counter.

We continued kissing and he bit my lip and I granted him entrance. At that exact moment Conor walked in the door. “Hey guys need any help.” Jack and I pulled apart just in time for me to see Conor’s eyes widening.

“Having fun I see,” Conor said before turning around and walking out.

Jack started trying to kiss me again then moved to kissing my neck. “Jack come on if we don’t go out now they’re all gonna think we’re having a quickie.” I tried to reason. “So,” he mumbled into my neck. “Jaaaaaaaaack,” I whined. “Okay Okay,” he quite kissing me and helped me down.

When we walked back in everyone started teasing us. I ignored them and sat on Jacks lap on the couch and stayed there until after everyone left. “Now can we go have sex?” Jack asked. I giggle loudly. “Bro I’m still in the room!” Conor yelled.

Jack picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. I squealed loudly and Jack took me to his room.

[livelle]

Mon Cherie

‘my dear’

a Tommyinnit/ you!!

summary: a little blurb of you and Tommy in Paris. You’re seated on the grass field in front of the Eiffel tower and are enjoying the sunshine around you, and your love for each other, in the city of love.

a/n: hey guys! It’s me! I’ve been thinking about this all week, so I hope you like this idea as much as I do. Tommy, Phil, Mumza and Wilbur just got back from France, they filmed a blog there! Sorry if this is crappy, I’m really tired atm! <3 I love you though!!

NO PRONOUNS USED

ROMANTIC, ONLY FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF

cw: kissing?

‘We’re gonna look if we can grab some ice cream anywhere nearby, d’you want some too?’ Phil asked, eyeing Tommy and you. He grabbed Kristen’s hand and Wilbur stood up also, signaling he was going with them. Tommy nodded happily. ‘Yes! You want some too?’ the blonde boy next to you turned his head your way. ‘Sure!’ you answered, and bent your knees to go stand up. You were, suddenly, pulled back by your wrist. It was Tom who had pulled you down next to him again. ‘Phil, can we stay here?’ he asked the older man in front of him. Philza chuckled. ‘Sure, let’s go.’ The three took off, but were not left alone without a comment from Wilbur. ‘The lovebirds need time alone..’ he joked, which he earned a nudge in the side for from Kristen. Tommy rolled his eyes, but a blush spread around his nose.

Seconds later you started to be aware of the fact that Tommy’s hand hadn’t moved from your wrist and was now sneakily trying to intertwine your fingers. You held his hand softly. It was almost too scary to look at him now, the warmth of his hand sending butterflies through your entire body. You could sense his smile next to you without looking at him. You traced the squares on the picnic blanket you were seated on, read and white, just like his jumper. Suddenly, a hand made its way to your cheek.

He slowly turned your head so your eyes had nowhere to look but him. ‘Look at me’ Tommy muttered, but it was closer to a whisper. You could feel your face heating up at your eye contact, so you broke from your position and let yourself fall down on the blanket, the sun blinding you immediately. You closed your eyes and smiled, everything felt good about this moment, especially his giggles. When your eyelids fluttered open, you were met with the shine of golden hair sparkling in the sun above you, and a rosy smile on Tommy’s face. His arms were on either side of you. ‘No backing a way now’ he giggled again. You grabbed at his hoodie, and giggled with him.

Your hands came up to cup his cheeks. They were warm, and soft, and perfect. His eyes lit up even more at what you were about to do. You wrapped your arms around his neck, his hands embracing your neck on either sides of your face, and pulled him closer to you. His lips pressed onto yours.

Gosh, now you could really feel him smile. He couldn’t contain it. His lips were on yours, but the ends tugged into a smile still. He had never felt so happy: the French sunshine on his back, the smell of flowers and honey all around, and the most beautiful person on earth was finally his. He broke the kiss, leaned on his elbows above you and tugged a strand of hair behind your ear. ‘It’s beautiful here isn’t it?’ He commented. His blue eyes left yours for a moment, and you two admired the pretty tower which attracted millions of people to come see. The sky was as blue as his eyes, all clear and vibrant. You nodded at his comment, but despite the beautiful sight around you, all you could see was him. In everything around you; you saw him. ‘You’re even more beautiful though, you know that?’ you bravely said, a grin on your face. He stared at you for moments, that smile never leaving, not even when he kissed you again.

And again.

And again.

‘I love you.’

and with that, he pressed another kiss on your forehead.

a/n: hiya lads! Oli is off to sleep now <3 talk to you soon? Feel free to come chat to me and the community in my inbox! Love you guys, thank you for everything. Mwuah!

Still sorry this is so shortttt

@milofroglover @oolovebunnyoo @marsmarsss @woahitsjj @kiss-me-more-whore @itoku

[idontknowapil]

Buttercream gang

The buttercream gang needs more preferences and heacanons tbh