#also ignore the twins ugly outfits i was trying something

[random-imagines-blog]

Under The Stairs {Cedric Diggory x Reader Oneshot}

Requested by: @mminerva15 Wordcount: 3002 Summary: Cedric wants to tell his friends about your relationship. With you being a Slytherin, you didn’t think that was going to go well. You hate being proved right sometimes.

Dating in Hogwarts was never easy. There was no such thing as privacy, since it wasn’t as if you had your own room that you could pull your significant other into. Even hanging out in the common room, if you were lucky enough to be dating someone in your own house, could easily be watched over by everyone else. Hogsmeade dates were not only overseen by other students, but by the people who actually lived and worked in the village, who sometimes gossiped with the teachers, which was extremely embarrassing. The most that one could hope for was finding an abandoned classroom, and even then - sometimes Fred and George would miraculously find out where you were and toss in a dungbomb for their own sick entertainment. That happened more than once, but you managed to track down the twins and show them what it meant to miss with a Slytherin. Your Hufflepuff boyfriend, Cedric, tried to laugh it off, and managed to keep it to a tickling curse rather than one where they were covered in leeches.

But you two did manage to find a spot where people hardly looked. Under the stairs. The staircases moved back and forth, taking students to different destinations but the ones that lead to the dungeons were stationary, and beneath them was a dark alcove without a torch. Perfect for the occasional snogging session, and it was rather close to your common room so you could sneak back easily. Being secretive was all well and good - until your boyfriend approached you with a strange suggestion.

“I think we should tell people,” Cedric said, pulling away from you with puffy lips.

“About our secret spot? No way,” You scoffed. “It was hard enough for us to find this one, let alone try to find somewhere else because some stupid Gryffindors will try-”

“No,” Cedric laughed, taking your hand and pulled you to where there was a bit more light so he could see your face. Your green robes contrasted against his yellow ones. That’s what you liked about being in the dark. There was no difference. “About us. We’ve been snogging down here for a month now and it’s been great but...”

“But what?” You asked. “You want to ruin that?”

“I don’t think telling our friends would be ruining that. Why do you?”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, Cedric but I don’t think that I’m the sort of girl that your friends would pick for you.” You said, voicing something that had been on your mind for a while. It was nice to finally let it out. You were the one who had insisted on sneaking around for so long, and this was the first time you were able to give him a reason why. “I know they’ve been pressuring you to ask out Cho Chang. That’s the kind of girl that they think is good for you.”

“I’m not interested in Cho,” Cedric said, softly.

“I know, you don’t have to convince me of that,” You chuckled. “I’ve never been worried about you liking another girl. The hicky I always have to cover up with a spell makes me very secure.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer so you wouldn’t have to speak loudly and get anyone’s attention. Even the ghosts liked to gossip around here. “I just think that your friends will give us a hard time, and we don’t need that.”

“I’m more worried about your friends then anything,” Cedric said growing defensive.

“What, because they’re Slytherin? I mean, you have no problem dating a snake, why would the judgment of others bother you, hmm?” You shot back, letting go of him, and crossed your arms in front of your chest. “Tell you what, Cedric, I’ll join you for breakfast tomorrow and we’ll just see who is cooler.”

“I guess we will.” Cedric said, walking away from you, turned on his heel and ascended up the stair case to the main level. Though he couldn’t see you, you stuck your tongue out at him, and under your breath, cursed that you agreed to this. Tomorrow morning was going to be very interesting.

-

The Great Hall was filled with the buzzing of students enjoying their breakfast and getting ready for a day of classes. A group of fourth years were sitting together and doing last-minute studying for a Transfiguration test. Fred and George Weasley were watching the Slytherin table carefully, like they were waiting for something to happen. When you walked in, you noticed that right away and started to think that perhaps your idea wasn’t terrible. You didn’t want to be a part of whatever was going on there. You straightened up your shoulders, shook your hair back, clutched your morning books to your chest, and strolled to the Hufflepuff table with confidence.

Most people didn’t pay attention at first. They were so busy enjoying their food that they didn’t care. But when a Slytherin made her way to the Hufflepuff table and sat across from the golden haired Quidditch star? That got a little bit of attention.  

“Morning, Ced,” You said, taking a plate and started to pile your favorite breakfast foods on it. He looked a little amused, but also taken aback by the fact you were actually doing this.

“Morning, beautiful,” He said in return, pouring some orange juice for you into the cup next to your plate. You smiled in thanks, and arranged your plate the way that you wanted, and started to pick on it. “You’ve got potions first thing, right?”

“Yeah, a morning full of Snape,” You said with a shrug. “That’s the only time that I’m really glad to be a Slytherin. I get ten points just for showing up.”

“Lucky. I got five taken off for dropping my book,” Cedric said with a dramatic sigh.

“Okay, what’s going on here?” The guy sitting beside Cedric said, looking between his friend and yourself. You stared over at him with a blank expression, waiting for him to clarify. “Morning beautiful?” He mocked the male Hufflepuff.

“She looks great this morning, what can I say?” Cedric smiled over in your direction, though he seemed a little more shy than usual.

“As opposed to what - every other time?” You questioned, shoving food into your mouth. Cedric coughed into his own glass of orange juice. “And you, are you calling me ugly or something? Because that’s a very rude thing to hear first thing in the morning.”

“This is a joke, right?” The guy said, looking at Cedric now, flat out ignoring you. You rolled your eyes, gave Cedric an 'I told you so’ look, and went right back to eating. Whatever answer that your boyfriend was going to give was interrupted by the sound of liquid hitting the ground. Thick liquid. The entire Slytherin table was absolutely coated in a green sludge.

“Weasleys,” You muttered under your breath with a shake of your head. “Whatever hits them, they brought it upon themselves.”

“At least whatever it is doesn’t smell,” Cedric said, right before all of hell broke loose. The Slytherin girls started screaming about their hair, their books and their outfits getting ruined, and swore revenge on the Gryffindor boys. It didn’t take a genius to figure out who it was that had brought on this prank. The twins were the biggest pranksters to hit the school in almost twenty years. The boys, meanwhile, had a pack mentality and all together, chased the redheads out of the great hall, with more than a couple of teachers following behind to break up the mess. “Are you going to do something?”

“Doesn’t really affect me much, since I’m over here. Thank Merlin for that too, looks like it was some sort of dye,”  You noticed. “Oh by the way, I guess I should introduce myself, though we’ve been going to school together for six years now. I’m y/n, Cedric’s girlfriend, and you are?”

“Confused,” The Hufflepuff said in return. “Since when?”

“Pleased to meet you, confused,” You said with a little snicker.

“About a month now,” Cedric said, avoiding your eye, continuing to stare at the chaos that was behind you at the Slytherin table. “We wanted to keep it a secret originally but ... I really like y/n, and I want my friends to know.”

Alright, if you were any more of a girl you would have put your hands on your heart and let out a big 'aww’ because it was too damn cute. However, you kept it inside and instead just smiled at your food.

“Okay, yeah, sure,” Confused said. You were pretty sure his name was Calvin or something close to that. You could tell that he was going to be a problem. He was glaring at you pretty heavily and to your surprise, Cedric was doing nothing about it.

“Well, this has been a joyful breakfast,” You said, wiping your mouth with a napkin before setting it down on your empty plate. “But I have a class to get to. I might get points for being the only one on time.”

“Maybe I’ll join you for lunch?” Cedric suggested, looking at you hopefully. You softened under that look. This boy - he sure was growing to be a weak spot.

“I don’t know. Ask your handler,” You looked Calvin up and down before blowing your boyfriend a kiss and exited the Great Hall to return to the dungeons.

-

Turns out, the Slytherins were far more preoccupied with how to get revenge on the Weasleys than they were about your relationship with a Hufflepuff. “Better one of em than a lion,” Your best friend said as she joined you at your cauldron. “Does this mean you’re going to go support their Quidditch team over ours?”

She didn’t even mind that her hair was green from the prank. She thought that it was fun, and you thought the look suited her well. “Nah, I’ll still be in the Slytherin stands. Might go give him a private congratulations though if he catches the snitch, if you know what I mean,” You nudged your friend and she laughed.

“Gross. But I guess he is pretty dreamy for a badger.”

“You have no idea,” You chuckled.

After class, you stayed late to help Snape clean up after a disastrous Ravenclaw somehow grew distracted and their potion overbubbled into a huge mess. Extra ten points for Slytherin, well done you. So you ended up being the last one to leave the classroom and walk through the dark and dingy corridor towards the staircases. However, there ended up being a group of four keeping you from their path. Badgers, come to show that they had claws too, apparently.

“Good morning,” You sighed, seeing them, feeling like the points you just earned were slipping through your fingers. You could anticipate a fight happening. “Or is it afternoon already? I haven’t had a chance to look at a clock.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Calvin said, or at least it seemed to be him. “It’s time for you to stop feeding your poisonous love potion to Cedric.”

“Wow, okay,” You said, clutching your wand which was in your cloak pocket, ready to bring it out to defend yourself if you had to. “I was expecting low but love potion? That’s actually really messed up, even by Slytherin standards.”

“Slytherins don’t have standards,” One of the other Hufflepuffs said.

“Alright, I’ll let that one slide,” You said, exasperated. “Look, I’ll swear to you right now that I’m  not doing anything other than being my lovely, charming self in order to get Cedric to care for me. No potions, no spells, no anything. And you’re being really bad friends if you don’t accept that he found someone. Even the Slytherins aren’t making a big deal out of it, so why are you?”

“There’s no way that Cedric would fall for a snake. You’re going to ruin his life, you know that right? He’s meant to be with one of his own kind, or even a Ravenclaw. We wouldn’t even complain about a Gryffindor. But a ... a death eater?”

Your mouth fell open as he accused you of being something that you would never, ever be. It might be a little foolish to take it so personally, but you did not fall into the Slytherin bad-guy stereotype. You wanted nothing to do with blood feuds and evil wizards. “And we Slytherins take the time to get to know someone before we judge them, so who is really the snake here?” You asked, releasing your wand. They wanted to get a reaction out of you, and though they had, you wouldn’t let them see it.

“If I catch you anywhere near Cedric, I’ll go to Dumbledore and tell him about how you’ve been using love potions. I’ll go to the Ministry. I’ll take it to the top if I have to, and you’re going to go to Azka-”

“Any trouble here, Mister Wilson?” The smooth voice of your potions professor said from behind you. You looked over your shoulder to see him step out of the shadows with arms folded in front of him.

“Not yet,” Calvin said, but he tapped on his friends shoulders and they proceeded up the staircase before they could get into any trouble.

“Miss Y/L/N?” Snape questioned, but you weren’t about to bring a teacher into this mess. Especially not Snape, who probably could not relate to teenage drama.

“Only trouble I have is forgetting to switch to my afternoon books, heh,” You laughed nervously, rubbing the back of your neck. “So I’m just going to go and do that now... see ya.”

You hurried towards the Slytherin common room, but didn’t go in. Rather, you circled back to the staircase once you were sure Snape was gone, and enveloped yourself in the shadows beneath. “Did I really just say see ya to Professor Snape?” You groaned to yourself.

Sitting down, and wrapping your arms around your knees, you thought about everything that was said to you. You weren’t sad about it, they didn’t bring you down or make you insecure. You were downright furious, and trying to stick to the blackness so you wouldn’t go charging up those stairs and making a scene.

The minutes ticked by, turning into hours. You didn’t have a watch but you realized that you were missing your afternoon classes. That was fine. You needed to wait until you cooled down to be able to focus anyway. You kept repeating those words inside your head - death eater? Was that what Cedric thought of you, before the two of you were picked to be together during an Arithmacy assignment and started to fall for each other?

Were the Hufflepuffs so high and mighty that they really looked down on everyone else? What happened to the fairness, or the just or whatever word the hat used for them that year. Wankers, that’s all they were. A bunch of wankers.

“Lumos,” A male voice said, and a bright light interrupted your stewing under the stairs. Cedric stood before you, his robes slightly torn at the sleeves. “I thought you might be here.”

“What happened to you?” You asked, slowly getting to your feet to look at what had happened to his sleeves. You could smell something earthy, and see the stains.

“Herbology - and my friends being bastards,” He said with a shrug, tugging his sleeves out of your hands. “I’m sorry for what happened. You were missing at lunch, and then they hinted at what happened. Something about removing the curse or freeing me from it or something like that. It took a little while to put two and two together but...”

He replaced the fabric that was in your hand a moment ago with his own hands, and stood with his forehead pressed against the top of your head. Your anger was dissipating. Looking into his golden eyes, you realized that he couldn’t have thought those awful things about you. He wouldn’t be here now if he had.

“... they’ll be leaving you alone from now on. I made sure of that.”

“What did you do?” You asked, blinking, feeling your eyelashes brushing across his skin. “You didn’t fight them, did you?”

“No,” Cedric chuckled. “I did threaten to leave the Quidditch team though, and that got them to shut up fast.”

“You shouldn’t have to threaten your friends in order for them to be happy for you,” You sighed, squeezing his hand.

“I know, but they’re the only friends I’ve got until we graduate,” He said, smiling cheekily. “Maybe they’ll grow up, we’ll see.”

“I guess we will,” You said. You pressed a soft kiss upon his lips which he returned. You could feel how chapped they were. As if he had been biting them, which he only did when he was nervous. “Were you really that nervous about them getting to me? You know I’d never break up with you just because I’m threatened by some badgers, right?”

“Maybe I was a little concerned...” He said, sucking on your bottom lip which brought out a moan. “But I know now - and they’ll have to learn.”

“They say Hufflepuffs are good finders,” You said, pulling him out of the dark and into the light before things could carry on too much longer. “I guess I can hold out hope they’ll find their heads in their arses one day.”                                                                                              

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[addictofsupernatural]

OHSHC Rewrite: Episode 1

Starting Today, You Are a Host!

Host Club x reader

Summary: Y/n meets new people and fall into a whole new world.

Warning: mentions of past trauma

Word Count: 4.4k

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Nerve wracking. This was very nerve wracking. It was one thing to go to a school full of rich people, but it was another for it to be in a different country. Though you felt nervous, this was a giant step into a new life.

You had highlights dyed in your hair for a while now, but didn't know if the school allowed it, so you hid it up in a beanie with only your bangs peaking out. You also didn't know if they allowed crop tops, which was what you had on right now due to your unattended laundry, so you put a big sweater on to hide that as well.

Everyone stared at you. You expected nothing less, considering you weren't wearing a school uniform. You kept your head low and your mouth shut, though it was starting to bother you to have all those eyes on you for no reason. It's rude to stare.

After school you wanted to find a quiet place to study. All three of the huge libraries were noisy, for some reason, so you ventured into trying to find an empty room. There was a music room that looked uninhabited, so you opened the door.

"Welcome to the Ouran Host Club."

A gush of wind came and you stepped inside to see 6 guys standing there, greeting you.

"Oh." One of the twins said. "It's just a guy."

"Host Club?" You quietly asked. "Um, I'm sorry! I didn't know this place was occupied. Sorry."

You turned and reached for the handle, only for both twins to lean on each of your shoulders.

"You said sorry twice." The said in unison.

"I'll just leave now—"

"You must be the foreign honor student, Mr. Y/l/n."

You looked back at the boy with the glasses giving you a small smile. "I'll ignore the Mr part for now, but how did you know my name?"

The tall blonde one gasped. "You're the exceptional honor student from y/c?!"

"It's quiet interesting seeing a commoner with the audaciousness to come here." The guy with glasses said.

"Commoner?" You repeated, taking in the name.

"You should feel lucky." He continued. It did do injustice for your nerves to hear that, but you tried to not let the innocently rude words effect you.

"So lucky." You sighed.

The blonde man rushed over to you and slung his arm over your shoulder. "I think it's wonderful for a commoner such as yourself to come and study us. It'll set an example for other commoners and you'll be a hero to all of them. Long live the poor!"

"Am I supposed to not find all of this offensive?" You asked as you ducked out of his arm.

That's when a small boy jumped onto you, causing you to instinctively catch him. While in your arms he could feel your hidden breasts against his head, which made him the second person in the room to catch on.

"Wow, y/l/n huh? That's a really weird last name. I like it though, it's interesting. I hope we can be friends from now! "You were honestly confused at to why there was a little boy here, so you gently ruffled his hair and put him down.

"That'd be nice." You sweetly said. "What are you doing here?"

"Huh. Who knew the honor student would be so openly gay?" The blonde man shrugged.

"What?" You asked, though you were ignored again.

"So then, which would you prefer?" He pulled your arm to each of the boys. "Is it the strong, silent type? The loli-shota type? The mischievous devils? The cool type?" He got extremely close and grabbed your chin, whispering, "Or maybe you'd like me."

You jerked yourself back, walking backwards as the twins and the blonde were walking towards you. "Please don't get so close when I don't even know you! I'll leave you all be now—"

You bumped into a table, and a vase fell and shattered as a result. "Now you've done it commoner." Said the twin with the higher voice. "That was a Renaissance vase."

"We were gonna sell that at the auction. The bidding was going to start at 8 million yen." Explained the other.

"8 mi..." Your voice was barely a whisper as you looked at the shattered glass. You then began to internally panic, causing words to just spew out. "Oh my gosh okay okay I am so so sorry I should've expected something like this cause of my luck and it's just like me to be a screw up and–" you let out a deep breath before scrunching up your nose and turning to them. "I need to pay you back."

"With what money?" The twins said.

"Holy crap this is bad." You began shaking your leg. "Okay, what do I do then?"

"Well Tamaki, what do you think we should do?" The glasses guy asked, still giving you a small smile.

"There's an old saying that we should all live by! When in Rome, do as the Romans do."

"I'm in rich territory, does that mean I need to do as the rich people do?" You asked, being unconsciously sarcastic.

He chose to ignore you and go on. "Since you don't have any money, you will have to pay us back with your body!"

"Can you please rephrase that—"

"Starting today, you are the host club's dog boy!"

It all happened so fast, and next thing you knew you were coming back from the store with their grocery items. Was this going to be hell? When you got back, you thought about the club while walking in the halls. It was their job to make women happy. That probably meant you would have to put on a brave smile.

"Hey there, little piglet. Did you get everything on our list?" Tamaki senpai smiled at you.

Brave face. "Yup, everything you asked for sir." You smiled brightly.

His eyes widened, and he zoomed over to you to pull you into a crushing hug. "Aww, you're too adorable!"

"Please let go!"

"Why? I'm not done hugging you yet!"

"I don't..." You looked around for help. "Mori senpai! Help me please!"

He made eye contact with you before swooping in and picking you up. You clung to him out of panic. Why would anyone smother strangers like that?

Mori senpai let out an inaudible gasp. He was now the third person who figured it out. "Uh, Mori senpai," Tamaki said. "Don't you think that was a little much?"

"No." He said, putting you down.

"Thank you." You said sweetly. He nodded and went back.

"Wait, doggo," Tamaki called to you, picking up the grocery bag. "What's this?"

"Just what it looks like. Coffee." You said as you walked over to him. "And I have a name."

"I've never seen coffee like this before." He ignored you again as he sat down on a couch.

"Are those the ones where it already has the beans grounded up for you?" Kaoru asked.

"No, it's instant coffee." You said.

"It's... Instant?" Some girls asked.

"Wait a minute, I've seen this before!" Tamaki widened his eyes. "It's commoner's coffee! They don't have time to make it themselves so they use this and it magically appears."

Someone watching this quietly asked, "Commoners don't have time to ground their own coffee?"

"Why is everybody staring?" You asked before sighing. "Nevermind. If you want I'll go back and buy a more expensive brand. Sorry."

"No no, let's keep it." The whole crowd gasped. "I think I'll try it." Another gasp. "I'm going to drink this coffee!" Everybody began clapping. "Y/l/n~ this coffee won't make itself~"

"I guess that's my cue." You said to yourself.

"Wait, commoner," Hikaru said.

"What's up with that ugly outfit?" Kaoru asked. "Can you not afford a school uniform?"

You giggled. "Do I look someone who can afford a school uniform?" They giggled again. "I'm used to public schools, so I wore a random shirt. I don't know if it fits this school's standards though." The twins heard your giggle, and we're now also figured it out. "I've actually been meaning to ask, is there a rule against dyed hair?"

"Dyed hair? No." Kaoru said.

"Oh good," you sighed. "Cause I have some highlights."

"Then what about your shirt?" Hikaru asked.

"It's a crop."

"A crop?" The twins asked in unison.

"Come to think of it," Kyoya spoke up. "Nobody ever asked you what your first name is."

You took off your beanie and let your hair down. You then took off your sweater and put it on top of your bag in the corner.

"It's y/n. Y/n y/l/n." You then walked over as everybody remained silent. "Thank you Kyoya senpai. Nobody else actually cared about my name. Means a lot." You smiled.

"Of course, now it's time to go make the coffee."

"Yes sir." You made it while everybody else remained silent. Tamaki couldn't take it anymore, and exploded.

"You're a girl?!" He barked.

"Yeah?"

"Why would you hide that?!"

"I wasn't trying to, and you shouldn't treat someone different because of that either way." You then turned to everyone else. "Coffee's done. Time for me to get back to work."

"But–but—"

"Tamaki, we still have guests to entertain." Kyoya reminded. He shook out of it and began flirting again, and you took this as an opportunity to start with your other chores. You began to clean up some plates and tea cups as everybody fussed over the coffee.

"Oh Tamaki, you've taken the joke too far. You have a delicate taste, your pallet can't stomach that crap. It's obvious you're just doing it to please her." You looked over to a very pretty girl, sipping her tea. "Oh, I'm sorry. I was just talking to myself."

"Of course ma'am. Would you care for any more food or drinks?" You quietly asked.

"No, you can leave now." You smiled and nodded, walking away with a bad feeling about that girl.

You were then cleaning up the coffee cups, watching other girls become fascinated with it. As you cleaned up they stopped to look at you. "Oh, you're the commoner honor student right?" One asked.

"Yup. Did you ladies enjoy the coffee?"

"Very much so. It did not taste poorly, and it was surprising to see how quick it was to make."

"Well, us commoners are always in a hurry to keep up with our bills." They giggled, though you didn't realize you were being funny. "Anyways, I'm glad I got to share my poorness with you."

The giggled again. "You're so funny y/n."

"Thank you. It's sweet of you not to call me a dog." You said, grinning afterwards. "And wow I never thought I'd say that."

They giggled again. "Are you enjoying Ouran Academy?"

"Hell yeah, it's awesome! Who knew there can be so many buildings in a building!"

"You have an interesting way of speaking." One laughed out.

"Well I didn't think so until I got to a whole different country. I totally forgot about the whole bowing to people thing when I left y/c. We don't do that there."

"Oh my goodness, really?!"

"Yeah, you have no idea—"

"Y/n, Honey senpai spilled." Hikaru called out. "Come and clean it."

"Oh, I have to go. It was nice talking to you ladies." You then hurried over there.

They then went back to their hosts. "What were you all talking about?" Tamaki asked one girl.

"Not much, just talking." She said. "It was very fun and pleasant."

"I wish we could've talked more." Another girl said.

"She's coming by." The third girl tried to say quietly.

"Y/n, come over here." Tamaki said. As you walked over his eyes ventured down to your opening stomach. "I heard you had quiet the chat with some ladies."

"Yup, I thought it was a very nice little talk." You said, smiling at them.

He grabbed you and crushed you into a hug again. "Your smile is so cute! You need to learn how to be more girly! Now promise me you won't wear any more of those dirty poor boy clothes."

"First of all, personal space please! Second, those clothes are comfy. And crop tops aren't for dirty boys."

"That's debatable." Tamaki murmered and blushed.

"Y'know, we think it looks pretty cute." The twins said against your shoulders.

"See? Hikaru and Kaoru aren't judging me on how I look." You hugged each of them at their side. They then both blushed out of surprise, not that you noticed.

"Don't trust those shady twins! They just want to take advantage of you." He then grabbed you back, nuzzling up against your cheek. "You know what, why don't you two make yourselves useful and grab an appropriate school uniform for my little girl."

"Little girl?" You asked, pushing him back a bit.

"Of course! We're a family after all, and now you're my little girl!"

"That's weird." He then suddenly started sulking in the corner, to which you felt bad about. You went over to him and sat on the floor next to him. "I'm sorry if I made you upset. I'm actually glad that friendship is that important to you. It's not often you still see that, and I'm happy to be a part of it."

His eyes began to shine. "Do you really think so?!"

"Sure!"

"Aww, you're so cute!" He squished your cheeks.

"Uh, boss." Kaoru said.

"The female uniforms were still in the process of being made, so all they had were male uniforms." Hikaru explained.

"Oh, that's actually better for me." You said. "I'm not much for dresses." You then took the outfit and went to the changing room to put it on. You came out without the blazer, the tie being loose, and the top button being undone. "Are you sure I can keep this?"

"Well the tailoring was messed up so they were gonna throw it away." Kaoru explained.

"Oh, perfect." You smiled.

"No, not perfect!" Tamaki popped up in front of you. "WHY WON'T YOU WEAR FEMALE CLOTHING?!"

"Are you trying to say I don't look good in these clothes?" You teased.

"Wha– noo~" His eyes began to tear up. "I never said that!"

"So you were thinking it."

"I WASN'T THINKING THAT AT ALL! Please y/n, I think you're beautiful, I swearr~"

You began giggling. "Senpai, I'm just teasing. I understand that you didn't mean that at all. It's okay."

He gave you puppy dog eyes. "Really?"

"Sure." You said lightheartedly. You wanted to ruffle his hair from how much of a puppy he was acting like.

"Then why would you tease me like that?" More puppy dog eyes.

"If I'm staying the Host Club's dog until I graduate, I might as well have fun while being here." The twins were busy laughing on the ground, while everybody else watch you two. Nobody could make Tamaki like that except for Kyoya.

"She's so funny." A girl mumbled.

You patted Tamaki's shoulders. "Straighten up senpai. You still have an audience waiting."

"She's right you know." Kyoya said. He then happily sighed. "Okay everyone, back to work."

You wheeled around the tea, hearing someone whisper, "She's coming."

You stopped and smiled, furrowing your eyebrows. "What?"

"Nothing, just that you don't react normally to Tamaki. No one has ever made him flustered like that before."

"Not only that." Another girl said. "You just seem so fun. It's like you don't give a care in the world. We're not used to people being so care free, so it's very fun."

"That's very sweet to hear. It's nice that you guys all care about whatever I ramble on about." You poured them all tea. "Maybe I should be a host too. I could tell stories and we could all hang out."

"That'd be very pleasant." One said as the other two nodded.

The red headed girl from earlier laughed. "How sweet of you three to make her feel good about herself. She seems like a person who needs to be praised."

"That was a little harsh Ayanokoji." One of them said.

They all looked at you frowning, but you didn't want them to pity you. You mustered up a smile. "More tea ma'am?"

"No, that'll be all. You can leave." She smiled as she sipped on her tea.

"Of course." You then walked away.

Kyoya heard everything. You passed by him, frowning and looking downward. "You mentioned being a host. It's an interesting notion, in it's own way."

"Don't worry Kyoya senpai, I know my place."

He didn't look back at you, only staring at his notebook. "Your place, huh."

"Would you care for anything?" You asked.

"Just some answers." He continued to write in his book. "What do you consider your 'place'?"

You chuckled. "Not here. I know how lucky I am to be here, and that I shouldn't push it. Especially after breaking something."

"I see. Well, I do like your suggestion of being a host." This gained the attention of Tamaki.

You had your back to him as you cleaned up a table. "I was joking."

"Yes, but most people seem to enjoy hearing you talk. It'll help gain money for your debt."

Tamaki flipped and landed right in front of you. "Why would you do that?! Don't tell me you're not interested in men?!"

"I didn't say I wasn't. I just think that these girls might also have fun by laughing and not just being flustered. Having someone to talk to can be refreshing."

His eyes began to sparkle again. "This could work! Having more females could get you in touch with your feminine side. Starting tomorrow, you are a host!"

The next day you were sitting on a couch with the three other girls you talked to yesterday with you. "So y/n, what was your life like before you came to Japan?"

"Oh, you guys don't really wanna hear about my boring life, do you?" You leaned back on the cushion. "I thought we could talk about you ladies."

"We're actually very intrigued by you. We all want to know more about your life."

"Yeah, it seems like you lived in a whole other world."

You grinned, looking around. "Well, this does feel like another world. It feels like a dream come true."

"Were you poor?" Someone blankly asked.

A few people turned around to listen in. You chuckled. "Yes. For a commoner, I was on the more poor side."

"You mean there's a poorer side?"

You chuckled again. "Yup. Instead of commoners, we like to call ourselves middle class. Or at least in y/c we were. There were those who had not bad jobs with not bad incomes, and there were others who actually struggled maintaining enough money to get by."

People began to stop talking and began listening in. "What were your parents then?"

You kept your smile on your face, but stared out the window. "My dad was a lazy asshole who never worked a day in his life, but I guess he didn't seem that way when my mom met him. My mom was an honest and hard working accountant. She used to say that he was nicer to her, sweeter, and not a lot of people were kind to women where she lived. She told me she thought he could make her happy."

They all listened intensely. Even Kyoya stopped writing, and watched you from his side view. You looked over the the three girls. You weren't used to having people really listening to you, but it did feel surprisingly nice. Like the weight on your chest was being lifted little by little.

"What happened?"

"It wasn't until she was pregnant with me when she realized it was all a lie. And it wasn't until after I was born when he showed her that he loved alcohol. He was angry when he drank, and he always drank. Mom got sick when I was about 6, and by that time being angry turned into being violent."

"Did he ever hurt you or your mom?" You looked her in the eyes, and she gasped, knowing the answer. You didn't answer that question.

"A few months later she passed, and I ran away the same day."

"Where did you go?"

You kept your voice steady and calm. "I was living in the streets. Stole from this liquor store to eat. The woman who owned the shop caught me, but she wasn't mad. She invited me into her apartment, fed me, bought me new clothes. She's good to me."

"Did you keep living with her?"

You nodded. "She called the cops on my dad before putting me into the foster system and becoming my new mother the right way. Took a few months before she could foster me, but she didn't hesitate to fill everything out and put down her name for a daughter."

"What happened after that?"

"I worked at her liquor store, made some friends, found out I was really good at learning things in school. Then I saw that there was an opportunity to go to a prestigious school in Japan. After seeing a lot of injustice in the neighborhood I lived in, I decided that I wanted to be a lawyer. So I studied, learned Japanese, and when I got in Maria sold the liquor store and we moved here."

"Maria?"

"My second mother. The one who adopted me."

"I see. So you came here with her then?"

"Of course. We wouldn't abandon each other." You turned to them and smiled. "It's nice to know when you're wanted."

The three of them were in tears. "That's so sad." One said.

"Oh, no no no, don't be sad girls. It's fine, honestly! I'm happy that I found a new family, and I'm happy for being here. I don't like tears, so please don't cry for me. It makes me sad."

The three of them smothered you with a hug. "WE'LL KEEP SMILING FOR YOU Y/N!"

You giggled. "Thanks girls." You then looked around. "Has everybody been listening in?"

"No!" You heard from the twins. Everybody quickly turned away from you.

"Well that's very embarrassing. Thanks guys." You blushed and looked down. Tamaki pulled you away and gently grabbed your arms.

"Y/n, listen to me. I promise you that we will do our best to make you feel as comfortable as possible." You were going to answer, but you noticed something when you looked out the window. "What's wrong?"

"My stuff..." You frowned. "I'll be right back."

You ran outside to get your things. Your bag was thrown into a lake. As you ran you saw that princess, Ayanokoji. She gave you a side eye, and something told you to stop running.

"Oh, it's you." You didn't look back, and neither did she. "You can charm everybody with your words, but I hope you know that to Tamaki you'll always be a second class citizen."

You said nothing as you kept running. Once you got to the lake you took off your shoes and socks, rolling up your pants and going in to fish out your stuff. What you couldn't find was your wallet. That would be good money gone to waste.

"You've got some nerve running out on me." Tamaki said, watching you. "Hey, why are your items all wet?"

"Oh, it's nothing. I'm just looking for my wallet. You can go back, I'll be there in a bit." You didn't notice him take off his socks and shoes until he got in as well. "What're you doing?"

"Helping you look."

"But you'll get all wet." You felt bad for making him do this.

"A little water never hurt anybody." You stopped what you were doing you watch him. "Besides, people are always telling me I'm dripping with good looks. Oh, I think we got something here." He showed you your wallet, though you just kept staring at him. "Why are you staring at me?" He then smiled. "You're not falling for me~ are you?"

You scoffed and smiled, grabbing your wallet from his hands. "You wish."

"By the way, how did your things end up in the pond?"

"Don't worry about it, let's just go back to the club."

Later that day, to your dismay, Princess Ayanokoji requested you. You politely asked her what she wanted to talk about, and she asked about you digging through the pond.

"I see, that must be terrible. I don't know what I'd have done if my bag got thrown into there." She then chuckled. "And you even got Tamaki to dig through that dirty lake water. Impressive."

"I don't see what's so impressive about it." You shrugged. "I suppose he's just a nice person who'd do that for people."

"You know it's just a little obsession with you. You're new and exciting, but pretty soon Tamaki will lose interest. I mean really, you're just another pretty face."

You frowned, looking into your tea cup. "Jealousy can make a beautiful face very ugly, don't you think?"

She widened her eyes before pushing the table to the ground, causing tea to spill on your lap, and slapped you in the face. "How dare you?! Someone help me, the commoner tried to steal my bracelet! Somebody do something!" The twins said nothing as the dumped water on her. "W...why did you do that?"

Tamaki pulled her up and into his arms. "Ayanokoji, I'm disappointed in you. You were the one you put y/n's bag in the pond, weren't you?"

"You don't know that!" She angrily said. "Do you have any proof that I did?!"

He sighed. "You're a beautiful woman Ayanokoji, but you aren't classy enough to be our guest. If it's one thing I know, it's that y/n isn't that kind of woman."

As she ran away crying, Kyoya handed you a girl's school uniform. "Since you got tea on your uniform. I know you wouldn't prefer a dress, but it's what we have, and it's better than a wet outfit."

"Yeah, thanks senpai."

You went into the changing room, putting on the dress. You were thankful for it being long. You didn't want anybody to the scars. You stared at yourself in the mirror, wondering if you looked okay. You sucked up the doubts and went out.

All the club members turned to look at you. Tamaki stared at you. "Y/n... wearing a... dress?"

"Senpai!" You walked over to Tamaki, taking his hands. "I forgot to say thank you for helping me find my wallet. I thought you were really cool today."

Tamaki's face then began to redden as you smiled.

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Author's Note: Please comment and let me know if you liked it. I really want to keep this going and make fillers of my own.

AN #2: Also just ask if you want to be tagged in future stuff.

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[tellywoodtrash]

immj2 27.10.20 lb

blah blah chachi and aryan bakchodi, i am honestly so tired of them.

GODDDDDDDDDDDD RIDDHIMA DIDN'T THROW THE CHIP INTO THE FIRE PROPERLYYYYYYYYYYYYY AND NOW THEY HAVE IT UGHHHHHHHHHHH

idhar ishani is like normally wife husband ke saath car mein jaati hai toh aagey baithke jaati hai. tum pehli ho jo dickey mein baith ke jaati ho.

this one's getting a little too cocky, having survived sar pe danda and death like 4 times today.

lmao i'm not even mad at ishani these days. she and kabir are the only entertainment i have around here. she gives me svetlana vibes.

also i am liking this protective side she has for vansh. she knows riddhima is shady and here to hurt him in some way and wants to fuck her up for that reason (ofc, in addition to the cardinal sin of not being in the same tax bracket as the raisinghanias.)

i feel like i've seen anika in like...... all these outfits.

vansh pulling a tej singh oberoi and doing shraadh of zinda person. not cool my man.

or maybe ragini IS dead and the one in the room is a twin or doppelganger or something???

also, you don't just up and schedule a shraadh whenever you feel like it???? THERE ARE DATES IT CAN BE DONE ON. KUCH BHIIII CHAL RAHA HAI YAHAAN.

he didn't even bother telling her ki ghar mein aisa kuch ho raha hai, and he's like wahaan kyun khadi ho, come do the rasm. the fuck is this dude even on?????

bechaare ko kya kya karna pad raha hai to convince her he's over his ex. imagine if you had to do a wholeasssss shraadh to make your current partner believe you're not still hung up on that person from yeaaaaars ago.

jo bhi karlo vansh, iske dimaag mein nahi ghusne waala concept. hai hi kam-aqal.

oh boy, kuch aur bhi plan kar rakha hai bhai ne. knowing him and his "surprises", i hope riddhima uses these few minutes to put on a bulletproof jacket and helmet.

meanwhile mummy full on berating kabir for believing riddhima about ragini being alive.

kabir as usual being The Biggest Mood.

lmao you know what i REALLY want to see in this show???? mummy/kabir vs. chachi/aryan mind games. each team trying to give chakma to each other; meanwhile vansh and riddhima are just off living their lives as they want in the bg. may the best psycho maa-raja beta jodi win!!!!!!!

like 40 months after the wedding, dadi is like panditji, check my vansh and riddhima's kundlis no pls.

pandit is like on my life i've never seen two people more ill-suited for each other. their life together is gonna majorly suckkkkkk. le, i been saying that since day fucking one, and i didn't need to go to pandit school for that.

dadi like koi toh samaadhaan hoga, and pandit's like lmao no these two are trainwrecks to such a degree ki even the planets be staying outta this shit. this shit is unfixable.

again, you need to know 0.0% astrology to have gotten to that amaaaazing conclusion.

ishani trying to convince dumbass bhai ki riddhima was in his car boot.

two brains inside of her right now, and she still being such a stoopid. why would you come to him, that too sooooooo confidently, with ZERO CONCRETE PROOF????

i have zoned out of whatever blah blah they're doing and am just thinking ke yeh dono hain bade evil!hot. pata nahi kaunse grahan ke time pe conceive hue the dono.

i......... ok. whatever.

the proportions of this statue are sooooooooo offffffff.

this dude has such weird ideas for bonding activities with a partner. man, why can't you just do facemasks and binge a season of some show like the rest of the normal ppl?

sis face like i wish he'd just made brunch reservations????????

will i ever get over this statue? nope. it looks FUCKING RIDICULOUS.

this dude is stone cold insane.

“tumhe toh khush hona chahiye. tumhe dekh ke aisa kyun lagta hai ki tum mujhe apni zindagi se nikaalna chahti ho?” 

UMMMMMMMM, COZ OF WHAT JUST HAPPENED 5 SECONDS AGO???/ YOU THINK THIS IS NORMAL BEHAVIOUR THAT SOMEONE WANTS IN A PERSON THEY COHABIT WITH????

sindoor, mangalsutra, and her whole godforsaken life revolving around his existence is not enough, ringggggggg kyunnnnnn utaaaaar di, it seems.

snort. messy bitch. i love her.

she's like bitch, i have a wholeass other hand. check the other one before flinging accusations.

also my god that's a fucking ugly ring and i would never ever wear it. why haven't i worn the ring??? UM COZ I HAVE GOOD TASTE. GO BACK AND GET ME SOMETHING SMALL AND DAINTY AND THAT MAKES A PERSON FEEL LIKE WEARING IT, NOT THIS FUCKING MONSTROSITY.

lmao he just grunted weakly in response.

taaai taaaiii phishhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

he's saying the right things about wanting to make new yaadein with her aand all but............. female intuition saying nope nope nope nope.

and she very wisely decides to ignore that and just go with what her heterosexuality is telling her. wonderful. should work out well.

iss bechare ko kya se kyaaaaaaaa bana diya hai. kabhi yeh vansh ka second-in-command hota tha, in whatever ambiguous empire they’re running. now he's dadi's right hand man, made to do random ghar ke kaam and ainvayi ki bakchodi.

even vansh be like DUDE, WE HAVE WORK TO DO AND YOU'RE STANDING AROUND HERE PLAYING A DHOL???????

also oh my god why is he dressed like beetlejuice??????

blah blah blah next tyohaar is here. karwachauth. lord.

karwachauth ka naam nahi liya, iske mann mein “apni maaang suhaagan ho; sang hamesha saajan ho......” started playing.

i am ishani.

hello????? she's pregnant?????? YOU GONNA FORCE HER TO KEEP VRAT?

truly my patronus, this one.

classic MAIN INN SAB KO NAHI MAANTA v/s NOOOOOOOOOO SACHCHI SHRADDHA KI TAAQAT!!!!!!!!!!!! ideals waala clash.

pighal gaya. bol nahi raha, lekin dikhaayi de raha hai.

SOME NEW RASMMMMM. PATI HAS TO GO TO BAZAAR AND GET CHOODIYAAN. god, dadi just be pulling this crap outta nowhere for her own kicks and giggles, i swear. 

also, with the shit he pulled last time with the choodiyaan, who would give him another opportunity to repeattttt ?

this dumbass. that's who.

last ditch attempt to talk her outta it, but we are a generation of women raised on bollywood/tellywood’s aggressive marketing campaign on KC. hum nahi maanne waale. by god, vrat rakh kar, tumhe chiranjeevi banaakar hi chodenge.

poor kabir being like hello? hi? remember me? jiske liye tum bas kuch mahino pehle ‘tereeee ishq mein marjaaawaaan, kuch bhi kasammmm seeee kar jawaaaaaan’ gaati thi?

on plain dressing sense, kabir wins over vansh every single dayyyyyyyy. me likeyyyy his styleeeee.

he even saying he's fasting for her. kabir - 2, vansh - 0.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND THIS DUMBASS AGREED TO MEET WITH HIM. GOD RIDDHIMA, WHAT THE FUCK????? YOU DECIDED ON ONE MAN, STICK TO HIM. 

I MEAN, I DON’T REALLY BLAME BOTH VANSH AND KABIR FOR WANTING TO MURDER HER FOR HER THAALI KA BAINGAN WAYS. I 100% GET IT.

kabir going to use the "power of sindoor" this time, it seems. cool. good luck with that. hope you've got proper CID clearance for using such a potentttttt weapon!!!!

#ishq mein marjawan 2 #immj2 #immj2 lbs #episode liveblogs

[minervahopebeyond]

Blood Petals.

Hi, Everyone! This was so much fun to write!!

I’m not going to update for a few days because I have to do a paper for college. As soon as I finish it I can write again.

I hope you enjoy this chapter!! 😊💕

Ps. I’ve checked but I’m sorry if you find any grammar or vocabulary errors.

Chapter 8: Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes.

August brought good news to Grimmauld Place: Sirius name was cleared. He still needed to do a trial in a few months but he was granted a permit to get out of the house. It turned out that Mr. Potter was almost done with the test so he could be taken into account to vouch for Sirius.

It seemed as if everything was falling into place. The weird thing was that outside, things were getting pretty ugly. He couldn’t help but to be worried about his mother at Malfoy Manor.

“I just need you to tell her that I’m safe. And watch over her. Please, Severus...” His godfather refused to send information to her, which he didn’t like but after a few fights he understood. He tried to keep Draco informed about how she was doing every week (when the meetings took place).

Severus was still mad with him. The blond boy considered telling him, but he didn’t want to be pitied anymore. And there’s the fact that Severus would know who it is... Because back in fourth year, Draco went to his office (crying) and yelled at him about how utterly barbaric the first task was in that bloody tournament. He also demanded that Potter to be disqualified right there and then, to which his godfather responded:

“I will not let him die. He has to compete, there is no other option. Breathe, Draco.” He made a small pause and looked at him with kind eyes. “You foolish child... how long have you kept this inside?” And Draco started to cry even harder.

At least Mr Potter and Sirius seemed to be blind about the whole thing. They still, occasionally, joke about Weasley being his secret love. How can someone see him around Potter and not know? He even feels embarrassed about how obvious it is. Specially living at Grimmauld, because he could call him all the mean names he wanted but he was in Potter’s house . He couldn’t bully him in there or ignore him because it would be rude and it would hurt Sirius’s and Mr. Potter’s feelings.

Just a couple of weeks and they would be back at school. Not petals yet, even though the coughs were getting worst.

He just needed a distraction, to take a walk, whatever. He had a plan. Next week the twins would open the shop at diagon alley and he was determined to go. And because he knew that te answer was going to be ‘No, kid, it’s too dangerous’ he made a list of precautions that he promised to follow:

1. Mr. Potter and Sirius would come

2. I will change my hair color (black) with cosmetic charms

3. I will use Sirius old muggle clothes (because they will never suspect it)

4. It would be a short visit (an hour and a half)

5. In case something happens and I get caught I will not hold you responsible for that and I highly recommend to be obliviated so they can’t torture me for information.

He put that same list in front of Severus, Sirius and Mr Potter.

“No. Go upstairs, you are interrupting a meeting”

“I hate to agree with him but no, cousin.”

Draco rolled his eyes and groaned. It was just this thing! He never asked for anything. They were so unfair.

“I actually don’t see anything bad with it”

Mr Potter was an angel on earth. Draco smiled brightly at him. The other two men were looking at him, furiously.

“It may have slipped your notice, Potter, but you do not have a good radar for deathly situations.”

It was the wrong thing to say. Mr Potter face changed and looked with a severe face at him.

“I would recommend you to shut your greasy mouth, Snivellus.”

Draco frowned. He never called Severus names, it was a force of habit because of Lily. His godfather really had upset him. And something shifted in the potions professor too, something like pain and guilt. He closed his eyes and sighed before turning to Draco again.

“ONE hour. And you put something on your face that makes them think you are someone else.”

Draco nodded quickly. Pansy had taught him how to do his eyes, she had given him a shadow palet last year. With that, the muggle clothes and the black hair he would be safe for sure. Sirius interrupted them.

“How did I turned out to be the only responsible adult around here? This is a bad idea and I’M saying it!”

Draco 01- Adults 00

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‘This is so bloody weird’ . Draco looked at his reflection on the mirror. The black color of his hair highlighted his skin tone and made the grey of his eyes stand out more. He kind of looked like Regulus.

He put some make up on too, black eyeliner and used a little blue metallic eyeshadow, very soft, to cover his eyes a little more. If someone would say he looked stupid, he could say that Severus made him do this. They didn’t need to know that Draco loved putting make up on.

Sirius had lend him a ‘Bowie t-shirt’ (which he still didn’t understand what it was, apparently some singer that muggles liked), some light-blue jeans that were ripped on the front and a pair of combat boots. He looked good. He thought it would be too weird but the style suited him rather nicely.

“Kid! Come on, everyone is already there.” Mr. Potter screamed from downstairs.He grabbed his wand and left his room.

“Hey, Sirius! I brought your brother back too!”

“IF YOU DID BLOOD MAGIC I’LL-“

And then he stopped talking when he saw Draco. His mouth was open and he had a disbelief look on his eyes. He could see the tears starting to appear on his eyes.

“You look just like him... I mean, not the clothes but-“ He could hear his voice cracking. His cousin reach to touch his face and his hair. “Prongs can you come, please?” Now Sirius was absolutely crying and Draco felt bad about joking about it before. Mr. Potter came running then.

“Padfoot? Why are you crying... Oh”

“He looks just like him, doesn’t he? Like if Regulus was using my clothes.” He said between tears.

Mr. Potter nodded and pulled Sirius into a hug. He kept whispering things to calm him down and at some point his cousin relaxed. It always surprised him how well he knew Sirius. When he was sad, when he was happy, when he was pissed off (and didn’t tell anyone)... James always knew, and he always knew what to do about it.

He would never regret making that deal. Never. How could he? He didn’t know Sirius without James and he didn’t want to.

After Sirius washed his face, they left the house. They apparated to the shop and got in as quickly as possible, the more eyes they avoided the better, but when they got in the place was crowded.

“It’s okay, kid. Just be careful. We will be here if anything happens.” He nodded at Mr. Potter and left to find the Gryffindors. It was bloody difficult with so many people there. Suddenly someone grabbed his arm, he turned to look, it was Potter.

“I though the whole point of you using this stuff was to not attract attention.” He said in a low voice. Draco frown at him.

“The whole point was not to look like me, and I don’t.” He said as pointed to his outfit and make up.

“Of course you look like you! And this is not blending in, Malfoy.” Potter hissed at him. So Potter thought he looked horrible. ‘ Don’t cough. Don’t cough. Don’t cough ’. He pulled his arm away from the boy and crossed his arms, uncomfortable.

“Sweet Merlin, you are on muggle clothes!” He heard Weasley when he appeared beside him, he was jumping on his spot like a bloody child. Draco rolled his eyes. “We should send a picture to Charlie!”

Potter pulled a disgusted face at that. Draco had this theory that Potter was a little disgusted by homosexuality. He wasn’t going to say that being gay was a bad thing, but if someone acted on it or talked about acting on it... He would react like this. Crossing his arms, looking away, making disgusted faces or changing the subject completely.

“ It’s a joke, Potter.” The green eyed boy had an annoyed expression on his face anyway. Draco turned to look at Weasley, maybe he knew why his best friend was so pissed off, but the redhead just shrugged.

They started walking so Draco could take a look around the place. It was so colorful. It seemed as if there was only happiness in the shop. Everyone was laughing, having a good time, and Ron told him that the sales were going pretty well from what he knew.

The three of them were looking at the Pygmy Puff section. Draco couldn’t understand how such a little thing could be so cute and fluffy. Weasley didn’t seemed to understand how fascinated he was with the creature, he kept asking if he was planning on passing the entire hour looking at balls of fur(to which Draco responded that it was a possibility, yes).

“Draco? Is that you?” He froze. He knew that voice. Potter and Weasley were with their wands on their hands already, just in case. He turned to see the boy and casted a muffliato around them so they could not be heard.

“Blaise. Hi.” He said with a small voice. It’s not like Blaise would do anything to him, as far as he knew, his family was neutral in the last war. It shouldn’t be different now.

Blaise was so handsome. Sometimes Draco thought so much about Potter, that he would forget that there were other attractive people on the planet. Looking at Blaise right now, he remembered why he was the first option on his list.

The boy was about the same hight as Draco. His dark skin looked so smooth, inviting to be touched. His deep dark eyes were looking at him as if he was in shock. Then Blaise smiled at him so brightly that it seemed to light up the whole room. He pulled Draco into a bone crushing hug while he was lifting him a little. His feet weren’t touching the ground, Blaise was so strong...

“Thank Merlin you are alive. Pansy will kill you for running away. You know that, right? Months and not even a letter saying that you didn’t die.”

He hugged Blaise back a little tighter, trying to convince him in that same hug that he was safe, that he shouldn’t worry.

“I’m hiding, I can’t send owls. I’m sorry, darling” He always used pet names with Pansy and Blaise. It was an habit that he got from his mother, she would always praise the ones she loved. She said it reminded them that they were importan to us, special.

“You look great, you know? I thought you were a random pretty guy. I was coming here to seduce you with my charms” Draco chuckled at that. Blaise put him down and looked at him with warm eyes. “This suits you, Dragon. I approve.”

Draco smiled at him and did a little twirl. He heard someone groaned behind him and he turned around.

“I haven’t seen my friends in two months, either you are patient and let me talk or you leave.” Weasley had his hands up as if he was saying ‘Not me,mate, I don’t care’ but Potter on the other hand was frowning at him.

“You shouldn’t be talking at all. He could tell someone he saw you with us. I don’t like it.” Draco glared at him.

“First: I don’t think the Zabini family will get involved in all of this. Second of all, Potter: who the hell asked for your opinion?” And that did it, because the green eyed boy looked so pissed off that he turned around and left. Weasley sighed and said that he was going to talk to him, see what the problem was. Draco nodded and said that he’ll be right there, just a few more minutes.

“Well, that was something I’ve never thought I’ll see. Potter being protective of you, I mean.” Draco chuckled and shook his head.

“ I think he’s worried that I’ll get kidnapped and they will know everything I know now.”

Blaised looked at him with an amused expression and shook his head.

“If you say so...”

They talked a little more, Draco promised to sit with him and Pansy on the train as always and asked Blaise to not say a word to anyone that he saw him, not even Pansy. Blaise complained a little but agreed.

“Just be careful.”

Draco nodded and gave him one last hug before he went looking for the Gryffindors.

He found them with Granger and Ginevra by the Amortentia fountain. Potter didn’t even looked at him. The twins were making fun of their sister because of Thomas. Draco being bored grabbed a little vial and opened it.

He knew he would smell Potter in there, he just didn’t know how. He put the vial in front of his nose and breathed in the potion. It was marvelous. Something sweet, like treacle tart. There was also the smell of fresh cut grass mixed with broom polish... like the quidditch pitch at Hogwarts. The last one was Potter’s cologne, which Draco thought it was ridiculous because it was the cheapest thing ever. The things that attracted him the most were all Potter. He sighed, the soft tickles started to act up. Please, not now.

He saw Potter frowning at his vial. Draco was sure he would regret it, but he walked around the fountain to stand next him.

“You look unhappy, Scarhead. What did you smelled there? “

“It’s none of you business, Malfoy.”

Draco rolled his eyes. They stood quietly there, hearing Weasley bickering with Granger about nonsense. A few moments later the dark haired boy spoke.

“This could be wrong, right? Like if it wasn’t brewed properly” Potter kept looking down, cute blush on his face. Draco smirked at him.

“If it wasn’t brewed properly you wouldn’t smell anything, besides, I smelled it too and it works fine. Believe me.”

Apparently it wasn’t what Potter wanted to hear because he blushed even harder and put the vial down.

“Really, Potter, why is it such a big deal?” The boy shrugged.

“If you mock me about it and I will hex you, Malfoy” The tickles on his ribs were even harder.

“Out with it. I promise I’ll keep my mouth shut.” The green eyed boy looked at him and took a step forward so he could lower his voice. He was looking at the rest of the Gryffindors that were on the other side of the fountain, as if he was making sure they weren’t going to be heard.

“One was Treacle tart... the other was the woody scent of a broomstick handle and” Potter looked down and muttered: “something flowery thats from the burrow.”

Draco just stood there. It was Ginevra. Of course it was. And Potter really had feelings for her because otherwise he wouldn’t had smelled her in the stupid vial. The strong tickles started, and they were worst than ever. He shouldn’t had asked. How fucking stupid could he be, Merlin. The first cough came out and he tried to push down the rest, to calm himself down, but it was useless. Draco was having a coughing fit and he just couldn’t stop.

“Malfoy? Do you need water?” Potter had a worried look in his eyes and he reach out to touch Draco’s back. He moved away quickly. If he touched him right then, it would be worst. Suddenly Ron was grabbing his face.

“Ferret, focus. What can we do?”

He couldn’t stop coughing, his lungs where burning. Shit. Not now, just a few more weeks, please . He forced his voice out, it came out very rough and affected.

“Sirius.” And Ron was yelling at Potter to look for him and Mr. Potter and to take them outside of the shop, while he took Draco there too. He was still coughing and making his best effort not to cry from pain. It burned so fucking much.

When they got outside the three of them were already there waiting for him.

“Kid? Do you hear me? We are going to apparate you home, don’t freak out.” He turned to look at Potter who was arguing with Sirius that he should go back with them (his cousin didn’t agreed). “Harry, stay with Ron. Please. We’ll go get you at the burrow later.” and he took Draco’s hand and apparated to Grimmauld place.

The moment Draco put a foot inside the house he ran to the bathroom and locked the door. He kept coughing but now he didn’t have to hide it, so it was a little better.

He looked down at the sink and there it was: a single flower petal covered in blood. He opened the tap and washed it so he could see it better.

It was a little yellow daffodil petal, also known as narcissus. He knew what it meant because of mother: it could be rebirth and new beginnings or it was also a symbol of unrequited love. He clearly new which meaning it had. Draco heard a knock on the door, so he quickly vanished the petal away. Both men entered.

“Are you alright? That was a really bad one...” Asked Mr. Potter.

Draco just nodded and said that he was better now.

“Did you cough any petals yet?”

He should tell them. He knew he should. But he couldn’t risked it. If Severus found out, it would be awful. He would be treated as if he was weak: they wouldn’t let him go to Hogsmeade without supervision, they would kick him out of the team and everyone would look at him with such pity. It wasn’t an option. Draco shook his head.

“No. Don’t worry, it’s still only the coughs”

And then he smiled at them.

#drarry #fanfic #fanfiction #prongsfoot

[secondgenerationnerd]

Can I ask for more context on the Alpha teams worst deeds, you've mad me wanna know more 😅

Of course!

1. Making racist/homophobic/sexist comments the girls on Epsilon and Omega, especially after Irey gives birth to Asha.

This one is pretty self explanatory. All the girls have had to deal with the Alpha boys calling them b**ches, sl*ts (especially Mar’i), and other derogatory names, plus comments about what the girls should be doing.

Kathy and Maya get a bunch of comments about what their sex life must be like, or being asked if Maya ever wants a guy to “show her what she’s missing.” (Because in my cannon Maya is bi and I’ve had that said to me.) Someone told Sin, who’s ace aro, that one of them can “fix her.”

It’s brought up at a dinner with Espilon when Ireys clearly upset while holding Asha. She’d been told she was “just another stupid girl who couldn’t keep her legs shut.” The girls talk about what they’ve dealt with, mostly to provide support for each other, while the omega boys are pisses. The respect those four have for the girls on both teams is astronomical. To this day they deny doing anything to the Alpha boys that night, but the Alpha boys had more than a few bruises and broken noses.

2. Taking Asha’s favorite blanket while she was ‘wresting’ her Uncle Jai-Jai. (Damian and Irey were in a meeting, so Jai’s babysitting.)

First and foremost: Jai absolutely loves his niece. Like, if Damian and Irey need a babysitter, he always volunteers first. So while Damian, Irey, and Lian are in a leader meeting, Jai’s ‘wrestling’ Asha (aka letting her jump on his back and chest and giggling like crazy). She’s about 1.5-2 years old.

Asha’s favorite blanket is one of Damian’s old capes, lovingly called her ‘capabankie.’ While she and Jai wrestle, it sits on the bench. Alpha comes in, sees it, and thinks it would be funny to take. Jai notices and tells them to give it back, nicely because he’s aware Asha’s in the room. Alpha refuses, saying they can find a better use for it in their tower.

Asha starts crying and wanting her blanket back. Jai has her go to the bench, as far from Alpha as possible. He tells them they’re going to give it back or he’ll make them give it back. While he does get the blanket back, Jai also gets his ass kicked by all them. Jai was smart and got the hallway footage showing no one else had come into the gym while he and Asha were there.

Alpha got suspended for a month. That night, while Omega planned some revenge, Jai was resting on the couch. Asha came over, covered him with her capabankie, and climbed into his arms for snuggles.

3. Making Maya feel fat when she’s pregnant with Azalea.

Maya already runs a bit heavier compared to Kathy, but she’s growing a human inside her. I also think Maya has so many self image issues after spending a good chunk of her childhood as temporary in people’s lives. It’s been better since joining Epsilon and she does lead a pretty healthy life style, but being asked if she’s sure she’s not carrying twins or triplets hurts. Also insinuating that Maya cheated on Kathy and is just pretending Azalea is from the donor they used.

Kathy, who has been dealing with their shit long enough, sees her wife visibly upset and is fucking done. They went too far by saying Maya would cheat on Kathy and making Maya feel any less than the gorgeous woman Kathy loves. They don’t get to say that and turn around to tell Kathy that Azalea won’t really be her kid.

4. Commenting how ‘gross’ Charlie’s scars are. (The only time Mar’i has punched any of them in the face.)

Charlie has very thick burn scars on her back, which are mostly hidden by her shirts/jackets. Jon and Mar’i both encourage her to wear what makes her comfortable. When Charlie’s about 8 1/2, she decided to try wearing something that shows more of her scars than normal, like a dress that shows part of her back. 

Most adults compliment her outfit or tell her she’s beautiful (specifically not mentioning the scars), but Alpha leader, Jackson, makes a comment about Charlie’s “fucked up back.” Hearing this, Charlie gets very self concious and scared when he asks how she got them. Literally triggers her PTSD remembering ‘the bad place.’

Mar’i normally ignores Alpha. However, they made her baby cry. They made her baby feel ugly and unsafe. She wordlessly walks over, punches Jackson into a wall, before picking Charlie up and carrying her away to a quiet area. Jackson tried to call Mar’i out (in public like a coward) for ‘setting a bad example.’ Mar’i, who’s still holding Charlie, narrows her eyes and says, “Last time I checked, you are not my husband or their father. You do not get to comment on what I teach my children, especially when what I’m most concerned with teaching them is that they’re safe. If you come near my daughters or son again, I won’t leave it at one punch.”

5. Kom Yor saying they finally got rid of the dead weight when Mar’i almost dies having Laney.  He said this in front of Charlie, Peter and M&M, who all started crying because they’re scared for their momma.

Kom Yor is based off Val Yor from the early 2000′s Teen Titans. You know, the one who called Starfire a ‘Troq’ (slur against Tamaraneans meaning ‘nothing, worthless.’) Mar’i puts up with this for much longer that she should, but she doesn’t want to confirm what he thinks of her.

When Mar’i delivers Laney earlier, both them almost dying, Jon brings the older kids to the Watchtower. He’s barely been keeping it together for his children. Kom Yor and the other Alpha members happen to be talking about Mar’i as Jon brings the kids in, M&M clinging to her daddy. 

Kom Yor makes his comment about Mar’i being dead weight and that her being gone would be a good thing. Her and Laney. The kids hear this and start crying because they’re so scared for Momma and Loo-Loo. Jon keeps his calm long enough to get them to Dick and Clark, promising he’ll be right back.

Alpha doesn’t mess with any of them for a while after Jon’s done.

#Alpha Squad #omega squad #epsilon squad #tw rascism #tw mysoginy #tw homophobia

[idkthisisjustforfanfic]

Chapter 5 - (totally uninterested.)

There was nothing worse than being sick.

I normally didn’t mind it, really. I had a decent enough immune system that seemed to fight off most colds or bugs, but every once in a while I ended up knocked out in bed hoping that I would slip into a peaceful state of death--if only to escape the pain that coursed through my body.

What was the real kicker, however, is that this illness (whatever it was) had left me too sick to work two shifts at the information desk, and now, on top of that, I was missing a night of rock climbing that Alex had been planning for his birthday. Which actually meant I was missing quality time with Ethan and the group of weirdos I’d actually started to call (out loud) my friends.

Combine the pounding in my head with the pounding on my door and I would have thought I was in a bad dream.

Kristen was long gone--she’d set off for Harry’s apartment around 5pm when I insisted that she go and enjoy herself without me (leave me here to die alone, I’d told her). So when I moaned and reached for the remote to pause whatever was on Netflix (honestly I wasn’t even really watching), I pushed myself up and out of bed, hoping to God that it wasn’t a suitor at my door asking for my hand in marriage.

That couldn’t be worse timing.

I padded across our tiny dorm room and twisted the knob, opening the door slightly to reveal a head of long hair and dimples that seemed to be extremely cocky about the fact that I looked like shit.

“Can I help you?” I asked him, my tone flat and totally uninterested in whatever he was about to say.

At the sound of my voice, his smile faded, his eyebrows knit together, and he stepped forward, forcing me to open the door a bit more.

“I thought you were being dramatic when you said you were half dead,” he looked me up and down, taking inventory of the sweatpants and oversized t-shirt that donned the top half of my body. “But you actually look like you might be.”

I turned and headed back to my bed--unable to do much thinking if I had to focus on staying upright. Harry shut the door behind him and let out a laugh when I didn’t respond. “Alright, not responding to an insult means you’re actually incredibly ill. D’ya have a fever?”

“I don’t know,” I said slowly, laying back down on my lofted twin bed and closing my eyes to hopefully quell the throbbing. “Haven’t taken it.”

“D’ya have a thermometer?” He leaned forward and pressed his hand to my forehead, forcing me to open my eyes suddenly at the pressure. I reached my hands up and held onto his, the coolness of his skin actually seemed to help with the pounding.

“Don’t move,” I croaked out.

He let out another laugh, staring down at me--but still following orders. “I came to see if you were actually sick ‘cause tonight’s gonna be wicked.”

“Definitely sick,” I told him.

“I can see that.” He was quiet for a minute, his hand on my forehead as he stood over my bed. My arms covered my own face as I clutched onto his hand, feeling the cool metal of his rings against my fingers. “Was prepared to give you shit when I got here.”

I scoffed, immediately letting out a cough that caused him to pull his hand away from me and make a disgusted face. Fittingly, I let out a pout and stared up at him with sick eyes.

“Alright,” he rolled his eyes, moving his body to push himself up onto my bed.

I moved my legs aside, unsure of what exactly he was doing, but too tired to fight it. “Alright what?”

He shrugged his shoulders as he got situated, moving my legs to rest on top of his as he rested his back against the concrete wall of my dorm. “M’not gonna leave you here to wither away.”

I stared up at him, and the thought of our rules slid into my mind as I let out another cough. As if he knew what I was thinking, he let out a sigh as he reached for the remote to unpause the show on my TV that sat on the dresser at the end of my bed. “We were going to be hanging out tonight anyway. I’ll send Ethan a snapchat or something about me taking care of you, it’s fine.”

I didn’t reply, not only because I felt too sick to conjure up words or a dispute to his proposal, but also because I didn’t mind his company.

I didn’t care that he asked questions aloud (that went unanswered by me) as we watched a movie. I didn’t care that he seemed to talk to the characters as if they could hear him, and I certainly didn’t mind that every once in a while he looked over at me to make sure I was still breathing.

At some point, I woke up to a dark room, Kristen home and sleeping soundly across from me, the TV off, the shades drawn, and my phone plugged in beside me that read 2:43am. I did care, however, that Harry was gone.

**

“Hi babe,” Harry walked into the library with only three minutes to spare. I almost expected him to be late now, and I almost expected to get a text from him asking me to clock him in.

I hadn’t seen him for two days after he came to my dorm, and I think the space was necessary. For one reason or another, I didn’t hate Harry nearly as much as I did upon the start of the semester, so it felt like a good idea to keep a fair amount of distance.

I’d promised myself from the start that nothing would come of this. The only thing that was allowed to blossom out of this arrangement was Ethan’s love for me and his undying need to have sex with me between classes. That kind of thing I could live with.

What I couldn’t live with, though, was any sort of feeling of caring about Harry. I’d prepared today to have a chat with him about it--you know, where we were heading, how long we wanted to do it, if he had any more intel on whether or not Ethan was interested in consoling me upon our inevitable break up.

I’d started planning it out. Harry and I could have a fight right in front of him, maybe even in their apartment one night. He could say something mean to me and I could need comforting. Ethan, who’d undoubtedly be there, would be able to sweep in quite perfectly, and maybe I’d even end up spending the night at his place.

Harry would then be free to bang any air-headed bimbo he wanted (likely that Allie girl he’d seemed fond of the other week). And what did I care? He was obnoxious, self-centered, and just all around moody--so when he smiled at me with a toothy grin, I couldn’t help but wonder what on earth had him so happy.

He dropped his soccer bag on the counter and rounded it, coming to press a kiss to my forehead before freezing and pulling away with wide eyes. “Sorry--force of habit.”

I cleared my throat and turned back to the textbook that was open in front of me. “All good. By what grace of God did the stick that permanently resides up your ass get removed?”

He looked at me with a wrinkled forehead, clearly confused by my words.

“Why are you so cheery?” I asked again, keeping my eyes on the page as I tried to ignore the tight feeling in my chest as he sat down beside me.

“Eh, just having a good day. You seem to be not poorly anymore, nice weather, got a good mark on a test, and I’m sure it’ll be a fun weekend,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at me.

Ah, the weekend that we’d all been waiting for. Well, sort of. Upon finding out that I was sick and Harry had bailed on the group rock climbing outing to hang out with me, the rest of our friends decided to scrap it altogether and rescheduled for a time when I could tag along.

Heartwarming, really, but the only problem was that there was no way I was climbing up a vertical wall while attached to wires with the possibility of plummeting to my death lingered close by.

Harry, of course, knew that I was absolutely dreading the night and would likely try to find another way to get out of it at the last minute.

“I’m still not feeling too great, honestly,” I lied, pressing a hand to my forehead as if I had the fleeting signs of a fever.

“Nora,” he narrowed his eyes at me. “You’re seriously so selfish that you would ruin Alex’s birthday because of your pointless aversion to rock climbing?”

“It’s not pointless,” I made a face at him and rolled my chair back, lifting my feet to rest them on the counter. “I could fall and chip a tooth, twist my ankle--I mean, one of us could die. I’m sure that that shit happens at these places.”

“No one’s going to die,” he said, lifting his phone to his face to swipe through a few snapchats. I could see that two were from some girl--a brunette who apparently had no worries about showing off her cleavage in a quick picture to Harry (and likely some other boys as well), while one was from Ethan.

“Snap him a picture of me,” I said, reaching to poke at Harry’s arm.

He looked at me with a decidedly unimpressed stare, but then turned his phone to point the camera at me. I tilted my head and gave him a playful smile, and then he clicked send before I could even see the photo.

“Harry, you didn’t even show me! What if I looked like shit?”

“You didn’t look like shit, Nora,” he let out a small laugh, but was mainly focused on replying to whatever text he’d pulled up on his screen.

“Sure--okay, I probably just have fourteen chins and looked like a man but it’s fine, I’m sure I looked fine,” I groaned, shaking my head as he turned to look at me.

“You about finished?”

“Well it’s already sent so now he’ll never want to date me if he thinks I’m ugly.”

I knew I was being dramatic--that was part of the fun about bothering Harry. “You didn’t look ugly. You never look ugly.”

I pulled my head back, waiting for him to unleash some sort of weak insult to piss me off. Instead, he left it at that. You never look ugly.

He could feel my eyes on his face, so eventually, he peered back at me, mimicking the words I’d uttered a few nights before when he showed up at my dorm. “Can I help you?”

“No,” I said quickly, turning back to my textbook to force myself to get some work done. “You’re distracting me. I have to study--so please, shut up.”

**

What on earth am I supposed to wear to climb rocks?

And that’s a loaded question, mind you. It will also be the outfit I die in.

You’re not going to die. Just wear like gym clothes or something.

Just shorts and a t-shirt?

You might be cold.

Leggings then. Sweatshirt? What are you wearing?

Joggers and a sweatshirt.

I don’t have a good rock climbing sweatshirt.

Can I borrow one? That gray one you have with the nike thing on the front?

I’m wearing that one!! Pick another.

Ugh.

Don’t you have a bigger AU one? Can I wear that?

Of course.

**

The rock climbing gym wasn’t a far subway ride from campus. In fact, we’d managed to make it on time despite the fact that Ryan couldn’t find his keys and Alex had been late to get out of class. But now, in the gym that seemed to smell a bit like a locker room (and look like one, too), I was stood beside all of them as we prepared for our adventure (death). 

“What are you so freaked out about, Nora?” Niall’s voice sounded like he was about to dare me to climb to the top of Mount Everest. Which, as far as I was concerned, he might as well have.

He clapped some chalk on his hands as Harry handed me a harness and held it while I stepped inside. Ethan and Kristen were beside us, Ryan and Alex were in the bathroom.

“She’s terribly freaked-out by heights,” Kristen answered for me, her long blonde hair up in a stylish pony-tail behind her head. I shot her a look, silently cursing her for outing me to a bunch of boys who’d never understand.

“You’re afraid of heights?” Harry asked with a giant smirk on his face, doing his best to keep his laughter in as Niall slapped at his knee on the other side of me.

“That’s hilarious, Hanson. Never woulda pegged you as a girl who couldn’t handle some rock climbin’,” Niall spoke.

“I can handle it,” I retorted quickly, looking over to Ethan who was clearly amused. “And I’m not super freaked-out by heights,” I corrected my roommate, giving her another death glare as she fastened her harness tighter around her waist.

Alex and Ryan reappeared from the bathroom and stepped into their gear.

“I’m afraid of small heights.”

“Small heights?” Ethan asked, his eyebrows raised tentatively as he smirked up at me and he tied his shoe.

“Small heights,” I nodded, looking around to see if anyone else understood what I meant. Harry and Niall stared on, waiting for me to enlighten them. “Like, if I’m on top of the Empire State Building and I fall, I’m going to die. Fine, no problem.”

Harry’s face twisted to let me know that he thought I was just as crazy as ever.

“But if I fall from one of these walls, I’ll break both legs and be paralyzed or something.”

They all seemed to stare at me. Kristen, Harry, Niall, Ryan, and Alex seemed to be perplexed by my fear--but Ethan shrugged and gave a slight nod as he stood from the bench. “I get that, I mean, I guess your option is either being paralyzed or dying. Being paralyzed would fucking suck.”

Harry didn’t hide the annoyed look on his face as he rolled his eyes--just bitter that I had Ethan (of all people) to back me up. “Alright, yeah, well, you’re crazy,” he gave me a pat on the back.

“You’re the one datin’ her,” Niall reminded.

I shot Harry a playful grin at this and Kristen let out a laugh.

“Alright, enough fighting like a married couple,” Alex prompted, heading over to the first wall we could climb.

The gym was set up in sections--starting with the easier walls towards the front and harder ones in the back. I watched as Niall and Ryan (in a very cocky manner) skipped right over the first two walls and made their way towards a more intermediate version.

“Start here?” Kristen offered, her eyebrows raised in an offer to stay behind with me even if the boys jumped ahead.

I nodded, looking down to make sure I was secure enough in my harness to clip onto the rope that hung from above. Harry stepped forward and pulled the rope towards me.

“What are you doing?” I asked, watching as he took it and clipped it to the front of my harness as Kristen did the same for herself.

“What do you mean?” He asked, the look on his face communicated that we weren’t on the same page. 

“You can go with the rest of them, Harry, you don’t have to stay here.”

He shrugged his shoulders and reached for his own rope. “S’fine. I’ll catch up.”

“What a nice boyfriend,” Kristen giggled, walking towards the wall to pull herself a foot off of the floor.

“She knows?!” Harry’s face was squished into an expression of anger as his lips pouted out.

Another laugh from Kristen as she climbed higher, leaving us safe on the ground. I shrugged and tried not to smile. “What was I going to do? Let her seriously think that I’m dating you?”

“Oh Nora,” he shook his head, rolling his eyes a bit as he made an attempt towards the wall. “You’d be so lucky.”

“Yeah, ditto. If this were all real you’d get more action out of me, ever think of that?”

I turned to watch as he placed his foot on the lowest rock, reaching his arm up to follow Kristen as she neared the top of the ten foot wall. How in Christ’s name had she gotten that high? Harry ignored my comment, only flashing me a smile as he ascended the wall, leaving me to question my own sanity as I contemplated joining them.

It couldn’t be too hard, right? I watched as they both did it. Hand, foot, hand, foot. I may not have been the most athletic person on the planet, but I could handle it. I could absolutely climb to the top of a ten foot wall just to make them happy.

I placed my first hand on a blue rock, watching as Kristen stayed put where she was, smiling down at me over the fact that I was facing my fear. She hated that she had to hang all of the posters in our room because I refused to climb on top of our desks.

I went slow--I didn’t need her getting any ideas that I’d now be the desk-top champion of dorm room decorating.

I made a few moves, enough that I was definitely off of the ground and closer to their feet as I willed myself to not look down.

“You’re like two feet off of the ground,” Harry spoke from above me, his words more annoying than reassuring.

“Oh shut up,” I barked back, hoping he’d let me climb in serene silence. His narration would only make me more uptight.

“You’re good, Nora, just take it slow.” Kristen was a real friend--she loved me despite my fears and was encouraging me--not belittling me.

All of a sudden, my wires shook, causing me to reach for higher rocks and cling to the wall, all while Harry laughed hysterically.

“Harry! You’re actually an asshole,” Kristen called, leaning over to try and give Harry a shove.

Harry let go of my wires when I looked up, trying to hide the fact that he’d been the one to give me a shake. I glared up at him, the color completely drained from my face.

“Oh relax, she’s secured in and clearly,” he motioned down at me, “she’s fine. She hasn’t fallen and she’s still has complete control over her lower extremities.” He let out another laugh at my fear of paraplegia. 

Kristen lowered herself down, coming to meet me at my location on the wall--which, unfortunately (as Harry had so sweetly informed), was only about two feet off of the ground. “Are you okay?”

Harry had descended now too, a smile on his face as he stopped beside me.

“I’m fine,” I told Kristen. I turned to give Harry a dirty look. “But you actually fucking suck.”

He let out another amused laugh, obviously proud of his joke as he dismounted the wall and unclipped from the ropes. I did the same, letting Kristen unhook me.

“You lived, Nora, you survived rock climbing,” he laughed, walking backwards as he headed for the boys.

I lifted my hand in the air and gave him the finger, to which he blew a kiss in response.

**

When I wandered my way over to the couch in Harry’s apartment later that night after rock climbing, I’d decided that I wasn’t mad anymore. I mean, sure, Harry was intolerable at times and he definitely knew how to irk me in just the right way, but two hard ciders and some take out pizza later and I was in a much better mood. Harry paying for my share definitely helped. 

I’d sat the rest of the night out, watching as Kristen climbed higher than both Niall and Ryan--which she was incredibly proud of, and they were incredibly offended by. I was also appreciative of the fact that Kristen seemed markedly less anxious lately, which I chalked up to a combination of less course work, a good group of friends, and fun outings that she simply couldn’t resist.

“Not so grumpy anymore, yeah?” Harry slunk an arm around my shoulder as I plopped down beside him.

Ethan was sitting on the floor only a few feet away, watching as Alex and Ryan played a game of FIFA. I saw him, however, peer over when Harry pressed a kiss to my temple.

I didn’t reply to his question--instead, I finished the last of my drink and handed him my empty can. He took it with a laugh and placed it on the end table beside him.

He leaned forward, placed a hand on my thigh, and brought his lips to my ear. “Ethan was just as shit at climbing as you were--and he understood your ass backwards fear. Maybe you are meant to be.”

I let out a laugh, pulling back to make a face. “It’s about time you got on board.”

Niall, who appeared in front of us with a piece of pizza in his mouth, handed each of us another drink. Harry--who’d likely already had three beers in the time span in which I’d had two--accepted it graciously.

“I’ve been in board this whole time. I’m doing you a favor, after all.” He opened the beer and took a sip.

“It’s mutually beneficial, asshole. No one needs to find out about your criminal history.”

He rolled his eyes and leaned forward again. This time, though, he stood up and looked over his shoulder as he walked towards his bedroom. Ethan, who’s eyes were still on me, watched as I stood and followed behind him.

I didn’t know if Harry had intended for me to follow him, but when I stood in the doorway to his room, he turned to offer me a smile as he pulled his t-shirt off from over his head. “Will I ever be getting that back?” He motioned to the sweatshirt of his that I had on.

I looked down at it, wrapping my arms around myself as I shrugged. “It’s a good one.”

He pulled on another shirt and sat on his bed, leaning back as he pulled out his phone to check a message. “Looks good on you--you can keep it.”

My heart was suddenly in my throat, and I was thankful that he wasn’t looking at me. I had no idea what had come over us--suddenly we were friends and acting like all of this was normal and like it wasn’t completely, 100% fake.

But it was--that’s what I had to remind myself. None of this would be happening if Harry and I hadn’t agreed to do this. Kristen and I wouldn’t be grabbing late night milkshakes with Alex and Ryan, and Harry and I currently wouldn’t be exchanging clothes.

There’d be no rock climbing or FIFA or pizza and beer in the living room. There’d be no texting back and forth outside of work and there’d certainly be no heart pounding in my chest as Harry stood, clicked his phone shut, and walked to meet me in the doorway.

When I didn’t move, his forehead dipped in concern. “Y’okay?”

Instead of responding, instead of telling him that maybe, no, I wasn’t, because I was officially that girl, I brought my hands to his face, leaned forward, and kissed him.

He kissed me back for a second, a hand on my waist as I felt him step forward. But then, a step back, a confused look, and my mouth immediately started yammering away.

“Sorry, jesus, I’m sorry--I shouldn’t have done that, I--”

“Nora, hold on,” he held a hand up, the look on his face told me that his thoughts were racing just as fast as mine were. “I thought we were just--”

“We are. Just friends--pretending. I just thought maybe Ethan was looking,” a lie and he knew it. He shook his head but I didn’t let him speak. “Sorry, I won’t do that again.”

“Do you still want to do this? Are we still pretending?”

I didn’t know what he meant--there were two ways he could have been saying that. Are we still pretending? Are we still pretending that there are no feelings and we’re just coworkers who are both getting something out of this? I get to hang out with Ethan, Harry gets me to clock in for him and cover with our boss, that suddenly he wasn’t the person I wanted to text at the end of the day to tell him the stupid thing Kristen and I had done or the horrific amount of homework from my marketing class?

Or are we still pretending? Are we still moving forward with this plan? Are we still fake dating and eventually we’ll fake break up and hopefully, hopefully, Ethan will be the person who I can take comfort in?

Instead of answering him, I turned and walked back towards the living room. I grabbed my coat on the sofa, grabbed my purse on the table, and headed for the front door. “I’ll see you later, Kristen,” I called over my shoulder, not pausing to turn around.

If I did, they’d see the look on my face that said I didn’t know the answer. I didn’t know if we were pretending. I didn’t know if Harry and I were pretending and I didn’t know if we were moving forward with it. I didn’t know anything--except for the fact that when I turned to shut the door to the apartment, Harry was slipping out behind me.

“Nora, will you hold on a second and talk to me?”

“I got too into it, Harry. I was selling it too hard and I thought I heard footsteps in the hallway so I just did it. It was stupid and I broke rule six. I’m sorry.”

His eyes searched my face as he processed my words. He looked from my eyes to my mouth and over my shoulder before looking back at me and shaking his head slightly. “Okay.”

“I’ll see you at work tomorrow, Harry.”

Another ‘okay,’ as I turned to walk away. My heart was still in my throat.

**

Where are you? Not coming in?

Hello?

Should I clock in for you or are you not coming at all?

I’ll tell Jessica you’re sick.

#harry styles fanfic #harry styles uni au #harry styles fiction #harry styles fan fiction #Harry Styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fan writing #harry styles blurb #harry styles au #totally uninterested

[tastycitrus]

The Powerpuff Girls (SRW) get their souls trapped in dolls and then stranded on Dr. Quandary’s Secret Island

Or, Meme Dwellers play The Secret Island of Dr. Quandary (except not really, I never wrote anything more for this). A joke story I wrote for some reason like two years ago that I’m now putting on here for some reason? It’s just a shitpost, lol.

Who thought it was a good idea to force the Steel Dragons to attend a carnival? The only culprit that came to mind was Excellen, but as crafty as she was there was no way she could’ve convinced the higher-ups to turn a carnival trip into a “mandatory team-building exercise” for the Steel Dragons and their associates.

Now, normally being forced to attend a carnival wasn’t the worst thing ever. But this carnival was really something else. I mean…really something else.

It was clear at first glance that the people behind this horrible place pretending to be a fun carnival didn’t care a single bit for their patrons’ safety. They also probably cared even less about making it actually fun.

The Ferris wheel was stopped for what had to be the fifteenth time that day, leaving the unfortunate victims who were dumb enough to get on trapped inside until the maintenance workers could get it moving again. The bathrooms smelled like rotten ass and probably had seventeen different STDs infesting the seats. The food was tasteless at best and looked like they had failed every bit of health inspection out there. All the games looked uninteresting and were probably rigged anyway.

To top it all off, even the atmosphere itself seemed to be as bleak and gloomy as this parody of a carnival. How the hell did this place manage to stay in business?

Katia, Melua, and Tenia thought long and hard about that question as they wandered around this travesty that called itself a carnival.

“Where’s Touya, Calvina, and the bland twins?” Tenia asked. “How’d we lose them in this place? I mean—I can understand losing Akimi and Akemi, but Touya and Calvina are pretty distinct, you know?”

Melua glanced around. “Yeah, usually Calvina’s the one who loses us, not the other way around.”

“You’d think we’d be able to keep track of the four people we were supposed to be exploring this ‘carnival’ with.” Katia scanned the premises for a familiar face. “Also, where the heck is anybody else? This place can’t be that big.”

She sighed, pulling out her phone. “You know what, why don’t we just try calling Calvina instead of wandering around like lost kids—”

Suddenly, a carny shouted very loudly in their direction, “Step right up! Have a try at this game! It’s free!”

Katia coughed after a moment. “Well, I’ll call—”

“Come on, don’t be shy! Try your hand at Troggle Shoot! You win a prize every time!”

“…I’ll call—”

“And yes, I am talking to you, trio of girls who look like lost children and whose color schemes are blatantly ripping off the Powerpuff Girls. Come here and play Troggle Shoot!”

The three girls sighed and turned to look at the carny shouting at them. He was a man dressed in purple robes and a funny hat manning a stand that no one seemed to be paying much attention to. His stand was evidently his game of Troggle Shoot, judging by his earlier shouting and also the flashing neon pink sign that said “Troggle Shoot” on top of the stand.

The three exchanged glances.

“What if it’s a kidnapping attempt?” Katia asked.

“Surprisingly, we haven’t run into that in this carnival yet,” Melua replied. “I don’t see any of the others, but if we shout loud enough someone should come running…”

“He doesn’t look so tough.” Tenia glanced at the carny. “He looks old and scrawny. I bet even we could beat him up. And he did go through all the trouble of calling us out.”

Katia sighed. “I swear, you two are going to land us in a shallow grave out on the side of a road one day.”

They reluctantly headed over to the carny’s stand, because he was a creepy old man being incredibly insistent on having three girls play his probably terrible game. He gave them what was likely supposed to be a disarming smile as they approached. Unfortunately, it just made him look creepier.

“Welcome, girls! I am the ingenious Dr. Quandary, the quintessential quizmaster! But you may call me Doctor Q.”

Oh great, alliteration. How wonderful—I absolutely adore the amazing appeal of alliteration. It’s immensely impressive to implement.

“You must be so happy,” Katia whispered to Melua. “You’ve finally found kin.”

“Shut up, Katia.”

Doctor Q continued on. “It’s your lucky day! I am offering you three a free game of Troggle Shoot! If you win, you can have these three dolls.”

He gestured to three dolls sitting atop a shelf in the stand. One was of a babyish blond child dressed in blue overalls. Another was a pink-skinned…person dressed in blinding yellow clothes. The last was aptly described as a horrific pumpkin-headed mutant wearing a popped-collar shirt and Hawaiian shorts.

“Excuse me, did I say dolls? I meant to say…Lifelike Action Figures!”

“…Just call them dolls, dude.” Tenia gave him her best impression of Calvina’s “what the fuck is this shit” face. “We’re not even boys—trying to play to that stereotype doesn’t make any sense!”

“Also these dolls are the ugliest things I’ve ever seen,” Katia added.

Melua grimaced. “Trying to offer them as prizes just makes me want to play this game even less!”

Doctor Q waved his hands. “Hey, hey, don’t be like that. Who knows? Maybe you’ll grow to like these precious faces!”

“I doubt that,” the three girls said in unison.

“…Look, it’s a free game and you get free stuff. Didn’t your parents teach you not to look a gift horse in the mouth?”

“Our parents are dead.”

“…Well, why not distract yourself from the grief and sadness with a little game of Troggle Shoot! It’s free! See that Troggle in the box marked TARGET?”

“We don’t want to—”

He pointed insistently at an LCD screen built into the side of the stand that showed an image that was probably supposed to be that Troggle thing he was talking about.

“Shoot as many of them as you can.” He set three BB guns on the table. “You each have 20 bullets. You can start firing whenever you’re ready.”

The three girls sighed. What a pushy guy. Seeing as he probably wasn’t going to leave them alone until they played his crappy game, they took the guns he offered them. Doctor Q’s smile widened as he stepped aside to activate the game. In the back of the stand, Troggles of all shapes and sizes began to roll across the shooting gallery’s three rows, but the girls were aiming for only one type.

One such Troggle came out first from the right on the middle row. Katia aimed and fired first. However, she aimed where it was instead of where it was going to be, so the Troggle rolled onward unharmed while her bullet looked stupid as it hit nothing.

“Oops. Well, at least Calvina isn’t here to complain about how much I suck at shooting.”

At least her mistake taught Tenia and Melua that they should aim slightly ahead of the Troggles to hit them. With that lesson learned, the girls began to shoot down Troggle after Troggle with relative ease. The game was surprisingly simple with no bullshit rigging involved, and they each had some experience in shooting because during their little venture in space Calvina decided to give them lessons since they had nothing else to do most of the time.

Once they used up their 20 bullets, their total Troggles shot came up to 53. Doctor Q shut off the machine and applauded them.

“Bravo, girls! Nice shooting! You’ve won your prizes.” He paused. “Though I must warn you; the prize you choose may have a dramatic effect on your future. These are not your ordinary Lifelike Action Figures. In fact, you might even swear they were alive sometimes!” He let out a deep laugh.

“Are you seriously still calling them Lifelike Action Figures?” asked Tenia. “And why does this sound incredibly foreboding?”

Doctor Q ignored her. “Let me tell you about them.”

He first gestured to the babyish one on the far left. “This is B. Ginner. It’s harmless, mostly.”

He moved on to the pink one on the far right. “This is O. D. Nary. A nice, middle of the road fellow.”

Finally, he motioned to the tan one with the pumpkin head. “And this is D. Fee Cult. It can be a real pain in the posterior. Which one will you take?”

“What’s with the punny names?” Katia asked. “And also the foreboding descriptions? Everything about this whole setup is incredibly suspicious and I don’t think we should accept these dolls.”

“Even if this whole thing didn’t scream danger, I still wouldn’t want these things,” Melua muttered. “They’re all so freaky.”

Doctor Q slammed his fist on the stand, making the girls jump. “You’ll accept these Lifelike Action Figures and you’ll like it!”

“Okay, fine! We’ll take the stupid dolls!” Melua turned to the others. “I’m…going with B. Ginner. It’s the least freaky of the bunch.”

Katia shrugged. “Alright, I’ll go with O. D. Nary then.”

“Wait, but that leaves me with D. Fee Cult!” Tenia whined. “It’s so freaky with that swollen pumpkin head!”

“Too late, Tenia. At least it looks like the ultimate dudebro with that outfit.”

She groaned. “Fine. Maybe I can freak Touya out by sticking it in his room…”

The three girls reluctantly accepted their prizes. God, they were so freaky and ugly.

As they studied their freaky prizes, the dolls decided to make themselves more horrifying by suddenly opening their eyes.

“AHH! WHAT THE FU—”

The dolls began to glow, blotting out their view with bright technicolor light. The girls heard Doctor Q laugh maniacally before they blacked out.

__________________

Katia awoke with a splitting headache. She rolled onto her side and pushed herself off the sand, rubbing her head with a groan. Thankfully, her ears didn’t get any sand in them—they were however filled with the sound of the ocean’s grey waves, destined to seek life beyond the shore just out of reach. Er, wait—I mean she heard the ocean lapping against the shore.

…Wait, when the hell did she get to the beach?

Katia looked up and nearly fell over when the first thing she saw were two of those freaky dolls she, Tenia, and Melua had been given moving around like they were alive. Also, they had somehow become as big as she was.

“AHH, HOLY SHIT!”

Her outburst drew the attention of the dolls, who also startled back and screamed. Their voices sounded an awful lot like—

…Wait.

“Tenia? Melua?” Katia asked tentatively as she looked down at herself. The clothes she was wearing certainly weren’t those she had on at the carnival. And her skin was definitely not pink before.

The only thing she knew that had this ungodly pallor and disgustingly bright set of clothes was…that doll…

Looking back up, she saw that the other two seemed to have drawn the same conclusion as her. Their expressions slowly shifted into that of surprise and growing horror. Faced with this terrible realization, the girls reacted the only way they knew how:

By screaming about it.

“NOOOOO! THE LAST THING I WANTED WAS TO BECOME THIS FREAKY PUMPKIN-HEAD DOLL!”

“Dammit, I knew we were going to wind up in some crazy situation one day!”

“This is the last time I play crappy carnival games or accept ugly dolls from strangers!”

Their freak-out session was interrupted by a bottle washing up on the shore. Inside was a rolled-up paper. The three girls looked at it and then at each other.

Tenia walked over to the bottle, uncorking it and pulling out the paper inside. She unfurled it as the other two came over to read the message written on it.

Dear suckers:

Ha! You have fallen into my trap! I have implanted your minds into these DOLLS and transported you to my Secret Island! Unless you can solve all my puzzles and meet all my challenges, you’ll never see your bodies again! You’ll be real nobodies! Get it? NO BODIES! Ha ha ha ha ha

Yours Q-ly,

Doctor Quandary

“…Well, that explains how we got in this situation,” Tenia muttered.

“What the heck is wrong with this guy? Who the hell thinks ‘I’m going to go trap random kids into ugly dolls for shits and giggles’? Literally what does he stand to gain from doing any of this?”

“…Katia, I think we should be more concerned about possibly losing our bodies forever at the moment,” Melua said.

“Yeah, but how are we supposed to get our bodies back? What, is he going to make us make some fixer elixir by completing his stupid challenges?”

As Katia spoke, Tenia walked over to the recycling bin that was conveniently placed nearby and dropped the message inside. Recycling was a habit she gained after Calvina got really angry at her for littering. Surprisingly, Calvina cared a lot about the environment.

Much to her surprise, a receipt popped out after she recycled the message.

“Wait, what? I got a receipt for recycling?” She picked it up and read the big words printed on the top. “…Doctor Q’s Fixer Elixir?”

Katia stared at her. “Are you kidding me.”

She and Melua went over to read the list with Tenia. They went through the entire list in silence.

“…What kind of an ingredient list is this?” Tenia asked. “What do you mean, ‘under-the-table decoration’? Who writes a recipe in riddles?”

Melua pointed at the directions. “The directions aren’t better. ‘Heat it up until it’s too hot to drink’? ‘Drink it’? Screw you too, Doctor Q.”

Tenia groaned. “This is gonna suck. We’re gonna need some major help with this one.”

She pulled out her phone from…somewhere and dialed a number. Katia stared at her pocketless shorts.

“…Where did you get your phone from?”

__________________

The Ferris wheel had been stopped for a whole ten minutes with no signs of moving yet. Heck, the maintenance workers hadn’t even shown up. Trapped in one of the compartments at the top were Calvina, Touya, and the Akatsuki twins. Calvina glared at everyone else as they all sat in awkward silence.

“I told you this thing would break down.”

Touya looked at the floor while Akimi and Akemi stared out of opposite windows.

“…Worth it.”

“Was it? Was it really?”

“…A little.”

Calvina sighed. “This is almost as bad as that time we were stuck in that escape shuttle meant for only two people at best.”

“I wouldn’t say it’s that bad,” Touya replied. “At least this time we have breathing room and you don’t have to steer with Akimi’s ass in your face.”

Akimi coughed. “Yeah, this…is a lot better than that.”

“And we also don’t have any space malaria to worry about.” Akemi frowned. “How did we even get into that situation to begin with?”

Akimi shrugged. “Beats me. We just kinda…woke up like that. Anyway, I hope the ride starts again soon. Don’t freak out yet, but I kinda have to pee.”

The others stared at him.

“…I hope they get the ride fixed soon,” Touya muttered.

“I’ll beat the shit out of you if you piss yourself,” Calvina said flatly.

Akimi lowered his head. “Uh…got it…”

Akemi patted him on the shoulder. “If it comes down to it, you can probably pop open the compartment door and pee out there.”

“Ew, I’m not going to do that.”

Suddenly, Calvina’s phone rang.

“…Really, Calvina? Your ringtone is Megalovania?”

“Shut up, Touya.” She took out her phone and checked the caller ID before taking it. “What is it, Tenia?”

“Calvina, we need your help. Some old fart named Dr. Quandary forced us to play his crappy game and then stuffed our souls into these ugly ass dolls. Now we’re stranded on his secret island and he’s making us solve a bunch of puzzles to gather ingredients to make what sounds like a very unappetizing drink to cure our dollness. We gotta do it, because otherwise we’ll be stuck like this forever and I don’t want to be an ugly ass pumpkin-head dudebro forever, this doll is the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen. So can you please help us solve these puzzles when we get to them?”

“…What?”

“What did Tenia get into?” Touya asked.

“Apparently she, Katia, and Melua played a suspicious carnival game in the ten minutes we were separated and then the guy running the stand stuffed their souls into some dolls. Or something.”

“…What?” the other three said at the same time.

“Yeah…” Calvina frowned. “Wait, if you three are stuck in dolls without your bodies how do you still have your phone?”

In the background, she heard Katia shout, “That’s what I asked!” Tenia on the other hand was silent.

“…I don’t know, but it’s convenient, shut up. Are you going to help us or not?”

Calvina rubbed her forehead. “I mean, I guess…it’s not like the four of us are going anywhere, since these idiots wanted to ride the Ferris wheel so damn badly.” She glared at the others once again.

“What? But that thing was obviously going to break down!”

“Yeah, that’s what I said! But nooo, we just had to ride it. Look, I’m putting you on speaker now so everyone can hear what you’re saying.”

She did exactly that before setting her phone on her leg. “Okay, what are we dealing with? Where are you right now?”

“Uh, we’re on a beach. I got a message in a bottle and recycled it to get a recipe for this ‘Fixer Elixir’ which is probably the thing that’s supposed to turn us back to normal. The recipe is weird as shit though. Here, I’ll send Touya a pic.”

Touya’s phone buzzed and he pulled it out. A moment later he held out his phone to show Tenia’s pic. Everyone leaned in to read.

“…What the hell is ‘under-the-table decoration’ supposed to mean?” Akimi asked.

“That’s what I want to know!”

“Well…this seems like the start of a whole bunch of ‘what the hell is this shit’ shenanigans,” Akemi muttered as she went over the list. “Maybe we’ll get a better idea what the heck any of this is supposed to be once you start getting things.”

“I guess…I see a forest nearby so we’re going to head there first. Come on guys, let’s go.”

Calvina sighed. “This is going to be a long day…”

#super robot wars #citrus can't write #so yeah i tried to upload this last night but then i think tumblr mobile ate the read more when i tried to edit it on my phone #i didn't want to subject everyone in the srw tag to this horrible giant block of text so i just deleted it #anyway to repeat the tags on the original post #i used to have a writing tag but i only had like two things in it #and i totally forgot what it was #i forgot what thought process led me to write this story #i didn't even play dr. quandary's secret island or whatever as a kid #i think i saw a video on it and thought the concept was wacky as fuck #and since i was super into SRW at the time and wanted to write shitty things for it i wrote this? #something like that anyway...

[valdomarx]

[Inception fic] A Pale Imitation

Fandom: Inception (2010) Relationship: Arthur/Eames Link: Also on AO3.

People think that forging is copying. They think that you look at a target, take in the lines of their nose, the slope of their shoulders, the shape of their eyes, and then you reproduce it. As if a forger were a photocopier: image in, image out.

But that's not it at all. You need to get the visual details right, sure, but they are not what sells the effect. Especially in a dream. What sells it is the way that someone stands, the way that they move, the inflection in their voice when they get passionate. It's how they brace themselves under pressure, how their face ripples when they try to repress an emotion.

To be a forger is to be a psychologist.

Eames can do a passable forgery of anyone he's ever met. He can do an expert forgery of anyone he's observed for more than a few days. His forgeries have been accurate enough to fool spouses, parents, best friends, even twins. He is a very, very good forger.

He can't forge Arthur.

He'd first noticed it on a job with Cobb. Arthur had been playing a minor role in the dream on the second level, but he'd been hit by a stray bullet and had been kicked up to the first level. They needed someone to stand in for Arthur, so Cobb tapped in Eames.

Eames had slid into Arthur's skin easily enough: the neat, precise movements, the fastidious arrangement of clothing, the face that settled naturally into a slight sneer.

But when he slipped into the room with Cobb and the mark, he knew instantly that something was wrong. The mark didn't notice anything – he'd barely spoken to Arthur – but Cobb shot him an odd look, brows furrowed. Every time Eames opened his mouth, Cobb's face darkened.

Once they extracted the information they needed and kicked the mark back up to the higher dream level, Cobb grabbed his wrist.

“What the hell, Eames?” he hissed. “That's a rookie forgery if I ever saw one. It wouldn't fool me for a second.”

An angry defensiveness had twisted in Eames' gut, mostly because he knew that Cobb was right. His forged Arthur was fundamentally wrong in some unknown way.

Other people think that forging is about memorising, as if you stand in front of a wardrobe and pick an outfit by remembering if you've seen the target more often wearing a red shirt or a blue shirt. But that's not how it works either. You need to understand the target, to see the world through their eyes, to inhabit their perspective so fully that you don't need to remember – you instinctively know that they would choose the blue. Forging is, more than anything, an exercise of empathy.

People tend to underestimate Eames. His tacky clothes and carefully insolent demeanour are a highly effective distraction: people are so busy laughing at his lack of class that they let their defences down and show him their true selves. And Eames notices everything.

He understands subtext, the power of the unspoken. He understands repression and the turning away from that which is most crucial. He understand the multitudes within every person: kindness and hatred; care and indifference; fortitude and weakness.

He doesn't understand Arthur.

The next time this becomes a problem, they're on another job and Arthur needs Eames to fill in for him.

They've been refining the Mister Charles play, and they've discovered that it's more likely to succeed when the mark has a sense of familiarity towards whomever is impersonating their head of security. For this particular job, Arthur has been trailing the mark in the real world, sitting right on the edge of his field of view in bars and cafes, passing him on the street a couple of times. Just enough to establish a vague feeling of recognition.

Now they've pulled the mark into a dream, only the one level, but his mental state is twitchier than they anticipated. It's a three man job: one person to play Mr. Charles, one person to locate the safe, and one person to run interference. Cobb takes the interference role, Arthur works on the safe, and that leaves Eames to play Arthur as Mr. Charles.

The moment that he slips into Arthur's form he can tell that something is wrong. He feels too stiff, stands too straight, his face has none of Arthur's sardonic humour. He focuses on getting the job done, and thank god the mark isn't the shiniest penny in the box. He's suspicious, sure, and the projections close in on them fast. But he's obvious too, dropping a bank vault full of secrets right into the middle of a restaurant. They grab the information and high tail it out of there, furious restaurant patrons clamouring after them.

In the moments before the kick Arthur turns to Eames, his face impassive.

“Not your best work, Eames,” he says, lip curled.

It's the last thing Eames remembers before the dream collapses.

Eames can't understand what the problem is. He's spent god know how many hours in Arthur's company. He's seen him stressed, seen him excited, seen him poised for action and anticipating every moment. He recognises the way Arthur holds himself, the things that Arthur thinks are funny, the way Arthur hums to himself when he thinks no one is watching.

Adopting Arthur's physical form isn't the problem. He can do a damn fine forgery of Arthur's arse, of which he is particularly proud.

There's something that's missing, though. Something deeper. Something more personal.

And it's driving Eames crazy, because he can't work out what it is.

He's mouthing off about his frustration in the old warehouse that the team has taken over for their latest job. Yusuf thinks that the problem is neurochemical, some kind of response to using the PASIV together so many times, But Eames can forge Cobb and the others, and they've gone under together just as often. Ariadne thinks that the problem is architectural, that Eames has to build his representation of Arthur with more detail and balance.

“Maybe you need to observe Arthur more closely,” Yusuf suggests with a shrug. “Like any other target.”

Ariadne fixes Eames with a penetrating gaze. “Pretty sure that's not the problem,” she says quietly.

Arthur himself doesn't comment on Eames' difficulties in recreating him. He simply smiles that sharp, superior smile whenever the subject is brought up.

Eames imagines him writing it down in his silly little notebook: November 21st. Eames still underperforming. Replace him for next job?

In Eames' mind, the word replace is written in red ink and underlined several times.

It's a puzzle, a nagging thought at the back of Eames' mind that he turns over on occasions when he wants to torture himself. He spends hours trying to capture Arthur’s essence, and failing.

He tries modelling Arthur's behavioural quirks: how he fiddles with his cufflinks when he needs a moment to collect himself, the sharp nod he gives on the rare occasions when he is genuinely impressed, the way he bounces on the balls of his feet when he doesn't feel in control. Eames can recreate each of them flawlessly.

And yet his facsimiles of Arthur are still wrong. They are too flat or too expressive, too uptight or too languid, too snarky or too earnest.

There is something very distinctly Arthur that is missing.

His limitation regarding Arthur is a subject of merely abstract curiosity until he’s needed again in the field. The team is doing a complex extraction job against a mark with militarised subconscious and the projections are raining hell down on them.

Arthur's been hit, and he's bleeding out from a chest wound. It's a nasty one and he won't last long.

Eames finds it hard to look at: the crimson blood spilling out across the dirty concrete floor, in sharp contrast with Arthur's pale and increasingly sallow skin. He has yanked off his tie and he's holding it to the wound, trying to staunch the flow. It's not right to see Arthur like this, crumpled and dishevelled, blood seeping between his fingers.

Eames will snap his neck with his bare hands if he has to. He will have nightmares about it for months, but he will do it to spare Arthur the pain.

He goes to put him out of his agony, but Cobb stops him with a hand on his shoulder. “Wait. We can't do this job without Arthur. If he pulls out, we have to leave too.”

“No,” Arthur coughs weakly. Blood oozes between his fingers. “This is our only chance. You can do this. Eames can take my place.”

“We both know that won't work,” Eames says, forcing himself not to look away from Arthur's mangled body. “I can't forge you.”

“That's because you don't understand me,” Arthur says, and there's an actual smile breaking through the pain.

“Insightful as ever, darling. It’s because you’re inexplicable.” Eames keeps his tone light but he holds Arthur’s gaze steadily.

“It's because -” Arthur hacks, an ugly, rattling sound deep in his throat. “It's because I'm in love with you, Eames. I have been since the Fischer job. Maybe before, I don't know.”

Eames stares. That's ridiculous, one part of his mind thinks. Arthur doesn't even like him. He barely tolerates his messiness and his ignorance and his childish whims. Eames thinks back over every disapproving frown, every curled lip, every time that Arthur has made his displeasure with Eames abundantly clear.

And yet, another part of his mind thinks. Something in his memory shifts and recontextualises, and then he's thinking of narrowed eyes that track his movements unfalteringly, not because of suspicion but because of interest, of explosions of temper when Eames puts himself in danger, not because of anger but because of worry, of a smug smirk that radiates affection, not superiority.

Eames feels as if he's standing on the brink of the Penrose stairs and that the ground has shifted beneath his feet.

“You don't have to say anything,” Arthur says weakly. “Go finish the job. We'll talk once it's done.”

Once Eames has that key piece of information, forging Arthur is simple. Eames inhabits Arthur's form, feels his fondness for precision and order, his meticulous mind with every piece of information sorted and categorised. But beyond that, underneath that, there is an ocean of love and warmth and affection. It bubbles up to the surface in unexpected ways, and Arthur pushes it back down every time. But still, it is there if you know how to look.

It's there in the way Arthur works so hard to keep the team safe, and his lashing anger when anyone gets hurt and he blames himself. It's there in the way Arthur looks up when he feels Eames watching him, sarcasm pouring out of him like a castle defence of boiling oil. It's there in the way Arthur stands a little closer to Eames than he means to, unaware of it himself, as if his body knows his feelings better than his mind does.

It's there in that infuriating smirk that has been turned on Eames so many times, that telegraphs Arthur's attention and his uncertainty and his soft heart all at once.

He and Cobb finish the job. His forgery of Arthur works like a charm.

As the two of them are on a roof, ready to kick themselves back to reality, Cobb turns to him.

“Be gentle with Arthur,” he says, stony-faced. “He's more sensitive than people realise.”

Then Cobb pushes him off the roof.

Eames goes to Arthur, once the job is tied up and everyone has gone their separate ways. He tries very hard not to think about thick red blood oozing from an ugly hole in Arthur’s chest.

Arthur brings Eames to a seedy hotel.

Bloody hell. Okay then, Eames thinks, surprised that Arthur is so forward but more than willing to go with it.

But when they arrive in their room, Arthur pulls out a chunky briefcase and unpacks a PASIV device.

“Another job?” Eames keeps his voice light, teasing. “Did you bring me to a love nest to work me to death? Is that your ultimate kink? I can’t say that I’m altogether surprised.”

Arthur gives him a look that clearly conveys you’re an idiot and subtly conveys and I love you for it, and hands him an IV.

Curious as to where this is going, Eames pushes the IV into the soft skin of his elbow and they both go under together.

Eames opens his eyes in an aviary. Sunlight streams through the glass windows two stories high, and the jungle plants surrounding them make the air hot and humid. Everywhere he looks, birds of every size and colour and species flit past him, twirling around each other in an impossibly complex dance.

“It’s a training room,” Arthur explains as he walks up next to Eames. “I’ve been working on an environment for new recruits.”

A blue tit with feathers glowing bright cyan settles on Eames’ hand. It bobs and turns to look at him with dark, intense eyes. It is unnerving to be so keenly observed by a bird.

“Forge me,” Arthur says. “I want to see what you can do.”

Eames feels an uncharacteristic nervousness, like this is some sort of test and failing it could cost him dearly. But Arthur is smiling at him, or at least the corner of his mouth is turned up a tiny bit, and for Arthur that’s huge.

Eames closes his eyes, thinks of Arthur, and steps into his forgery.

This time, when he opens his eyes he sees the same view as before but from several inches higher. He feels the expensive cotton of his shirt tight around his wrists and neck, constraining but comforting. He feels an urge to assess the environment for flaws, to deconstruct it, to quantify it and list it and to put everything it in its right place. He feels like Arthur.

Arthur is leaning in close and examining him minutely. “Much better,” he says.

And then Eames turns his own gaze inward and looks deep, beyond the desire for optimisation and order, beyond the fancy suits and the walls of professionalism. He searches for Arthur’s true motivations and finds them, lets himself feel the depth of Arthur’s care, his affection, his protectiveness. For the team, and for Cobb in particular, but most of all for Eames.

Observing Arthur’s love for him from within his own mind is like being inside a kaleidoscope, every feeling reflected and refracted in an ever changing symmetry.

It’s beautiful. It’s overwhelming. It’s more than Eames deserves.

He wraps a hand around the back of Arthur’s neck, pulls him close, and kisses him deeply.

The kiss is perfect, passionate and intense and soft, for about two seconds. Then they break apart because Arthur bursts out laughing.

“You’re going to have to take that off,” he sniggers, and Eames assumes he means his clothes until he realises that he’s still wearing his forgery of Arthur.

“What, you never wanted to snog yourself? You’re missing out on the opportunity of a lifetime, I can assure you. And I’m speaking from experience.”

Arthur cuffs him round the back of the head. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you love it,” Eames says, slipping back into his own form.

Arthur smiles at him so softly. “I like the real you better,” he says, and it’s the most earnest that Eames has ever heard him.

Eames thinks about all he’s learned about Arthur, about how wrong he had been about so many things. “I like the real you too,” he says, and pulls him in for another kiss.

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Scarring(Fred Weasley x Reader)

This takes place in book 5, when Umbridge is in charge. After Fred is placed in detention, you discover the scars that occurred from the punishment Umbridge gave. You comfort Fred and help his scars heal and then threaten to beat the ever-living crap out of Umbridge. And then the two of you have a nice date.

Trigger Warnings: Scarring, Severe Punishment

“Sorry, angel, won’t be able to hang out with you until tonight.” You frowned up at your boyfriend, Fred Weasley, whom you had just asked to hang with you in the common room for a few hours. “Why not? Wait..don’t tell me you have detention!” He gave you a sheepish grin, eyes flickering mischievously. You sighed in exasperation. “Fred, we’ve talked about this. You need to stop getting into trouble so much! I want to spend time with you!” You crossed your arms and pouted. Fred spun you around and wrapped his arms around you, hugging you from behind. “Oh, come on baby, don’t be mad at me! You know you love me! And anyway, it’s not my fault Umbridge can’t take a joke. George and I get in trouble all the time! I promise I’ll make it up to you another day.”

You slowly uncrossed your arms and turned to face your boyfriend. “How?” He grinned. “I’ll set us up a picnic on the astronomy tower. We can sneak up there another night and watch the stars and eat!” Your face lit up and you jumped into his arms, squeezing your arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. “Really? Oh, Freddy, you’re the best! Alright, I forgive you! Be careful though, alright? Umbridge gives me the heebie-jeebies.” Fred chuckled. “I’m not scared of her, even if she does look like a toad. I love you, yeah? I should go meet George so we can get to detention.” You gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “I love you too, Fred. See you later tonight!” You waved goodbye to him, and then sprinted towards the common room.

That night, you waited in the common room, reading a book on various types of fairies and elves. The chair was cozy, the fire was warm and it’s crackle was soothing, and the book was rather boring. After a minute, you dozed off. Some time later, you were awoken by the sound of the common room door opening. Your half-lidded eyes glanced over towards the door, and you shot out of your chair when you saw your ginger-haired boyfriend and his twin making their way into the common room. You darted across the room and threw yourself into Fred’s arms. “I missed you! How was detention? Did she make you declaw her cats or something?” You pulled away. Fred laughed. “Yeah, sure, something like that. Creepy old git, that one.” You smiled. “Oh, and hey George! How was detention for you?” “Crummy. But we plan on getting into trouble a lot, so we’ll get used to it.” George then yawned, rubbed his eyes, and headed for the boys rooms. “Later, Fred. Night, (Y/n).” “Night, George. Going to bed already?” He nodded. “Tired.”

You turned back to Fred, and frowned. “Are you alright? You look pale as can be.” Sure enough, his skin was white enough to blend in with snow. He also appeared to be shaking. How had you not noticed? Had George looked like that too? Fred’s hand was wrapped around the sleeve of his opposite wrist, as if trying to hide it. You narrowed your eyes. “Fred, are you hiding something, baby?” He laughed your question off like it was silly. “Of course not! Don’t be ridiculous, I’m right as rain. Let’s go cuddle on that chair, rather comfy looking wouldn’t you say?” You grabbed his wrist before he could move to the chair, ignoring his loud protests. “Oi! Baby, I’m fine, I swear, you don’t need to-“ He abruptly stopped talking when you pulled his sleeve up. A short, horrified cry escaped your lips, and your hands flew up to cover your mouth.

Fred’s arm was scarred, bloody letters carved into his skin. The blood was mostly dried, but the scars were pink and fresh and deep. It looked excruciatingly painful, to say the least. Fred pushed his sleeve back down and wrapped his arms around your shocked form, hugging you to his chest, burying his face in your hair. Tears were streaming down your face. He quietly calmed you down, telling you it was okay and he was okay and soothingly stroking your hair. You pulled away, wiped your face, and grabbed his arm, pushing him into the chair by the fire. “I should be comforting you. I’m not the one who got hurt. What the hell did that bitch do to you?” You inspected the cuts, pulling the first aid kit from your bag you carried around. You gently cleaned out the dried blood from the scars as he explained what happened, occasionally wincing from the pain.

“She had me and Georgie write sentences down with these quills, yeah? They looked normal enough, but like three sentences in our arms started to hurt, and eventually it got so bad we pulled our sleeves up and...the sentence was just carving itself into our skin. It was dripping blood and all that, right scary sight for sure. She told us to keep going anyway, though. Sick bitch. Baby, it’s okay. It doesn’t even hurt that badly anymore. You don’t have to worry about me.” Your face was red with anger, and your hands were shaking as you cleaned out his scars. You were pissed, absolutely fucking pissed. How dare that ugly, pink-wearing little goblin do something so cruel and unnecessary? And over what? A prank? You looked up at Fred. “I’m gonna kill that bitch. For you and George.”

You kissed his scars softly and stood up. Fred chuckled and pulled you up into his arms. “I’m sure you are, soldier. Just be careful, alright? I don’t need you getting detention just for my sake. Me and George are gonna get in trouble plenty more times before the school year ends anyhow, so we might as well get used to this.” “But it’s not fair! She can’t do this, it’s torture! We’re children, Freddie.” He grinned at you. “I know, babe. But who’s gonna stop her? No one is. They’re all scared of her. We might as well just get used to it. I’m more worried about her using it on the little kids; me and Georgie are 7th years, we can take it, but those 1st and 2nd years can’t.” You shuddered. “Fuck, I didn’t even realize she might use that on the children. This is so sick, absolutely disgusting.” Fred nodded and kissed you on the forehead. “I know, babe. I know. It’ll be okay. I’m alright. Let’s get to bed now, yeah? It’s awful late and you’re bloody cranky in the mornings anyway.”

You playfully swatted his arm. “Screw you, Freddy-Weddy.” He gave you his trademark Cheshire Cat grin and bowed dramatically. “Maybe another time, princess. Aye, I’m gonna head off, alright? Get some sleep, don’t stay up all night planning Umbridge’s Murder. We can do it at the picnic.” “No promises. I love you.” “I love you too, angel. Good night.” “Night, Freddy.” The two of you parted ways and headed for your rooms. You sat on your bed for a while, staring at the moon, wondering how you were gonna stop Umbridge. No, stop. Freddy said not to think about it. Think of something else. The picnic! The anger melted off your face, and you smiled. You fell asleep that night to the thought of watching the stars and eating pudding.

After a while of Umbridges cruel punishment, you started to get used to it, as did everyone else. The twins got in trouble almost every day, so their scars never faded properly. Unfortunately, kids weren’t spared from the punishment. Fred and George had taken to reassuring the younger ones that the scars would eventually fade. You became the Madame Pomfrey of Gryffindor, helping people clean out and bandage their scars. Of course, for the kids like Fred and George who got in trouble a lot, this was futal, since the scars just ended up coming back. Fred started planning your date the day after his first detention with Umbridge, and after a week, he was ready.

On the night of the date, you did your hair and makeup and dressed in your best dress, spraying yourself with Fred’s favorite perfume. You met him in the common room, dressed in his best outfit. He grinned at you, his eyes taking over your form. He pulled you to him and kissed you. “Wow. You look beautiful.” You smiled. “Thank you. You’re looking good as well, Gred. We should bring Forge with us.” He laughed. “Not happening. Him and Angelina are snogging in one of the bathrooms right now.” Your jaw dropped. “They’re dating?” “Apparently. Now, time to blindfold you.” Wait, what?!” Fred covered your eyes with his hands and began to lead you in an unknown direction. “Is this necessary?” “Yes, very. It’s a surprise.” “But I know where we’re going.” “That’s not the surprise, angel.”

He lead you for about 5 minutes, twisting and turning and jerking you occasionally to make you laugh, until he came to a stop and pulled his hands off of your eyes. You gasped. You were on top of the Astronomy tower. A picnic blanket was laid out, with all kinds of cakes and cookies and brownies and pot roasts and fizzy drinks. Some rose petals were scattered around the table, as well as a few little prank toys that Fred invented and knew you liked. A few candles lit the scene, as did the millions of stars in the sky. It was beautiful. You turned and grabbed your boyfriend, hugging him closely and almost crying. “You’re amazing! Oh my god! This is the best thing anyone’s ever done for me! Where did you get all of this food from?” He grinned. “House elf’s whipped it up after I gave them some spare hats and coats. Do you like it?” You grabbed his face and kissed him. “Yes! I love it. And I love you. Thank you so much, baby!” “I love you too. Now let’s eat before we get caught and I have to go write more lines, yeah?” And with that, the two of you sat down to eat under the stars.

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It’s a Boy-Girl Thing - E.D.

Authors Note: so i don’t want to make this too long but 1. im lowkey back 2. i’ll try to upload more consistently 3. im sorry if this is really bad 4. thank you for all the kind messages asking about this fic!! made my hear go 💙🌲🌞🌱💖🌟💫💜🌿💥✨🌙💚⚡️🧡🌸 

PART 10 一 REPEL

Summary: Ethan and Y/N are neighbors. And although Y/N is on good terms with Ethan’s twin brother Grayson, Y/N and Ethan loathe each other and are constantly in dispute. Ethan is a popular varsity football player, who likes to be in the spotlight. Y/N prefers to stay under the radar while reading books and poetry.

Although the constant bickering between the two drives everyone around them crazy - the two live their separate lives peacefully. At least that’s how it was until they wake up one morning and everything was changed…

PART 1 || PART 2 || PART 3 || PART 4 || PART 5 || PART 6 || PART 7 || PART 8 || PART 9 || PART 10

As soon as Grayson parked his car in front of Austin’s house you wanted to leave. There was loud music playing, and not even good music. It was only 10:20pm but the driveway to the house was already filled with trash. Empty red solo cups laid in the grass and you could see old cigarette butts still smoldering.

Grayson locked the car and walked towards the front door; which was open. You let Grayson enter first. This way you could copycat his way of behaving. Grayson greeted two boys who were standing in the hallway. He swung his arms around both their shoulders and pulled their heads to his chest.

‘Max! Ryan!’ Grayson smiled happily. Max and Ryan laughed and tried to escape from Grayson’s tight grip. They greeted Grayson with big smiles and turned to you, giving you a brotherly slap on your shoulders.

‘Ethan! Good to see you man!’ Max smiled at you. You grinned at the two boys.

‘Let’s go inside, get you guys a drink!’ Ryan said, walking towards the kitchen. ‘Austin said we could take whatever we want,’ he explained while opening the fridge. Your eyes widened at the sight of the beer bottles and the big bottle of Grey Goose vodka.

To your relief, Grayson declined the beer Max handed to him.

‘Still playing the saint?’ Max joked, but you couldn’t help but notice the hint of annoyance in his voice.

‘Gotta keep a clean record so I can get that scholarship, Max,’ Grayson explained calmly while grabbing a soda can from the fridge. ‘Not all of us have rich parents who’ll pay anything to get us in a good college.’

Your eyebrows rise in surprise. Grayson’s shady comment clearly doesn’t go unnoticed by Max either but before he could reply, Grayson grabs another soda can and your arm and pulls you towards the living room.

‘Asshole,’ Grayson mutters angerly as he sips from his soda. You make a vague gesture with your shoulders as a reaction. From your place in the living room you had a great view over the driveway. You hoped Ethan would arrive soon.

He texted you earlier this night how he would be bringing Olivia, as it would have been weird if ‘you’ showed up alone at Austin’s party. He had sent you screenshots of his conversation with Olivia when he told her they were going to the party. Taking in the account that he was coming with Olivia explained the fact that he was late. Olivia was horrible at making choices when it came to clothing. You had to bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing at the idea of Olivia grabbing, what she would think was your hand, pulling Ethan into her room, and showing Ethan all the outfits she picked out for tonight. You would have paid at least 20 bucks to see Ethan's reaction to Olivia walking around in her bra and underwear, talking like there was no tomorrow.

‘Your girlfriend is here.’

You broke your staring contest with the driveway and looked at Grayson. ‘Who is here?’

Grayson nodded towards the side, your eyes followed and landed on Sophia.

‘She’s not my girlfriend!’ You told Grayson angerly and he raised his hands in defense.

‘Okay, your fuckbuddy, or whatever you wanna call it,’ he grinned and rolled your eyes, clenching your jaw in annoyance.

‘She’s not my fu-‘

‘Ethan!’

Sophia’s arms wrapped themselves around your shoulders and pull you close to her.

‘Hi Sophia,’ you greet her awkwardly. She turned you around and smiled happily at you, her breath smelling like red wine. You can see Grayson walking away from the corner of your eyes. So much for brother-love, apparently.

‘Hi babe!’ Sophia started to lean in. Just in time, you realized how she’s about to kiss you. You quickly turn your head and her lips touch your cheek. You can feel your cheeks heating up, your face twisting in embarrassment.

‘Do you want a drink? I can get us something?’ You ask her before she can retry kissing you. She takes a second to think about it.

‘Actually yes. Could you get me a glass of red wine?’ She flickers her lashes at you - probably under the impression of it being ‘cute’ while it just makes her look like she has something in her eyes.

You unwrap yourself from her arms and walk toward the kitchen. You fill a glass with wine for Sophia and cruse when you spill some on the white countertop. You quickly wipe it away with a kleenex and get another soda from the fridge for yourself. It takes a second to convince yourself you really shouldn’t take a sib (or the whole bottle) of that Grey Goose vodka - just to make yourself a little more comfortable.

You walk towards the kitchen door, eyes focused on the glass on wine, trying not to spill more. Just when you want to take a look where you’re going, a body collides with yours.

A yelp leaves your mouth, scared you’ll spill wine on yourself. Luckily you only spill some wine over your hand and not on your own shirt or the person you bumped into.

‘Y/N? Why do you have wine?’

You look up and see your own face. ‘Ethan!’ You breathe, relieved seeing him.

‘The wine is for Sophia, she wanted some,’ you explained yourself, putting the glass down and washing your hands. Ethan nodded and refilled the glass while your dried your hands.

‘I’m glad you’re here. I’m already so ready to leave! Grayson snapped at Max and Sophia cornered me and tried to kiss me!’ You told Ethan.

‘I’m sorry I’m late but that’s completely Olivia’s fault! She made me choose an outfit! And she started changing in front of me! Is that normal for girls? Do you get naked in front of each other all the time?!’ Ethan's cheeks turn a light shade of pink. You chuckle at his discomfort.

‘C’mon, like you’ve never seen a girl in her bra before!’ You joke but Ethan ignores it. You two walk towards the living room to hand Sophia her drink.

‘You said Grayson scolded at Max, why was that?’ Ethan asked, his face close to your face so you could hear him over the loud music.

‘Don’t really know. Something about Gray and I not wanting a beer and Max mumbling something about Grayson playing for a saint.’ You explained to Ethan. He clenched his jaw in frustration.

‘Max is always trying to push us into drinking and doing drugs. I think we’re losers for trying to stay clean.’ Ethan said. ‘But, unlike Max, we really need a scholarship to pay for college.’ He huffed in annoyance. You notice his discomfort when mentioning the scholarships and stop walking and turn to Ethan.

‘That what Grayson said too!’ You smiled at him and you rest your hand on his. ‘And Gray also said that you shouldn’t worry too much about those scholarships because you both will be all right. He said multiple ivy leak schools already contacted the coach!’

Ethan sighs deep and you can see his shoulders relax. ‘Yea, you’re right. Thanks, wiseass.’

Before you can react to the nickname you hate a high pitch scream fills your ears.

‘Here you are!’ Sophia’s claw-like hands grab your arm and pull you away from Ethan. The wine in your hand almost spills for the third time that night. Sophia, however, grabs it from your hands: just in time. She downs the whole glass in a way she could do a fraternity proud and gives you a sly smile when she finishes.

‘Why were you talking to that girl E?’ She pouts as she wraps her arms around your shoulders and neck.

‘She’s such a nerd! And ugly too!’ Ouch, that hurts.

‘I mean have you seen what she’s wearing? Such a nun! I’d rather be a slut than such a prude!’ Sophia pushes you back towards where everyone is dancing. You quickly look at Ethan, who is talking to Olivia. He’s wearing a black turtleneck with a dark velvet green spaghetti strap top. He tucked both into high waisted jeans and combined them with boots. You know that Olivia helped him pick because you would never wear something like that yourself.

‘I think she looks nice,’ you say and Sophia gives you an annoyed look. Jealous?

‘She’s a bitch and a know-it-all! How do you even know her!?’

‘She’s my fr-’ you stop yourself before you could finish that word. Were you and Ethan friends?! You shake your head to clear your mind. You and Ethan could never be friends. You hate him!

‘She’s in my history class and my project partner.’ You correct yourself. But Sophia is too far gone to be really listening. She has her eyes closed and slowly dances to the music. She pushes herself close against you and again you are confronted by the fact how tall and broad Ethan was. You awkwardly hold her so she doesn’t fall. A smile formed around her red lips and she starts to grind against you, front to front.

‘So-Sophia what are you doing?’ You mumble, feeling the blood rush to your head, buzzing in your ears. Sophia, however, either does not hear you or does not care. She turns around and presses her ass firmly against your lower parts. You recoil your body as fast as you can, but Sophia is just as fast as she turns around again and grabs your firmer.

‘Hmm Ethan,’

You almost choke in your own saliva when you hear Sophia’s moans. This is not fucking happening. You can feel her hands and long acrylic nails run along your arms, along with the goose bumps, which are not caused by excitement but utter discomfort. Your eyes dart around the room, desperately looking for help.

‘Let’s go upstairs Eth, I’ll let you have your way with me,’ Sophia moans, slowly kissing your neck. Her hand travels lower and lower until it is at your belt. She lays her hand on Ethan’s junk and you jump away. That’s the last straw, you think. I’m not going to let myself and Ethan be sexually assaulted by a bitch like Sophia.

‘I’d rather not, actually. I’m gonna leave.’ You say and push her back on her own feet.

‘No you’re not!’ Sophia hisses and grabs your belt. ‘You can’t just deny me when I say I want to have sex with you! I’m the hottest girl in the school!’

‘Well Sophia, I know what you’re like in bed and I’m good for the night. If I wanted a groaning foaming animal I’d visit a zoo!’ You jank her hands off your arms and walk away.

‘I wouldn’t walk away if I were you Ethan Dolan. Or I’ll tell everyone you only last three seconds!’ You turn towards Sophia.

‘Everyone already knows that’s not true,’ you say calmly raising your eyebrow at the drunk girl. She looks like she’s about to cry but you don’t feel bad for her. ‘Just like how everyone already knows that you used your sister’s ID to get a boob-job.’ You thank Olivia for her love for gossip once again. You turn around and walk away to find Grayson.

‘Ethan! Ethan!’ Sophia follows you around the house, screaming for your attention. You walk outside when you can’t find Grayson and suddenly hear Sophia stumble. You turn around, just in time to see her vomit over the front lawn. Your faces twist in disgust.

‘That’s vile.’ You hear a familiar voice. You turn and see yourself.

‘Ethan!’ Your voice dripping with relief. ‘I’ve been looking for you and Grayson, I want to go home.’ Ethan nodded, still looking at Sophia, who is leaning on the side of the house while still spitting out some of her dinner.

‘Let’s get her inside and we’ll look for Grayson.’ Ethan says and the two of you bring Sophia inside. You put her on the couch while Ethan gets a cup of water. The two of you wait with her when she drinks the cub, her eyes still being vague from all the alcohol.

‘I cannot believe that you used to fuck her,’ you say when Sophia closes her eyes as she lays down flat on the couch. Ethan stays quiet and looks at Sophia with a weird expression on his face.

‘You know she tried to grab your dick when we were alone? That's sexual assault!’ You look at Ethan but he only raises his shoulders.

‘You sure you didn’t get a hard-on?’ He smirks after two seconds and you push his shoulder.

‘I could never! Not from Sophia!’

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Dear Future Parents

CHAPTER THREE

As they walked to his father’s residence, Chisaki could see why one of his mother’s description of his father was that he’s charming.

This is the fourth time they were stopped by giggling school girls flocking around his father, who decided to entertain them a bit before excusing himself. His charismatic smile paired with pointed comments on how he’ll be late if he stay any longer deterred those girls from bothering him further. Chisaki could only watch in awe and mild amusement as they stammer in apology and point fingers at their companions for disturbing his father. They usually erupt in small banter after his father take his leave. Though oddly enough, these girls seem to never notice his presence. Perhaps they were too engrossed by his charming father that they forgot there’s another person accompanying him?

“Am I ugly?” Chisaki asked after catching up with his father’s pace.

“Chisa-chan, you look like me. Are you saying I’m ugly?” Oikawa replied instead.

“No, but the girls don’t look like they’ve noticed me.” Chisaki reasoned.

“Oh, that. I have been diverting their attention away from you. We never know what will happen in the future if you interact with anyone in the past. Anyone except me, of course.” Oikawa said.

Chisaki arched an eyebrow at his father’s explanation, “why exactly?”

“Tut-tut. Don’t be too impatient, Chisa-chan! We’re near my home anyway.” Oikawa said lightly.

“Can you stop calling me that? My name is Chisaki. Not Chisa-chan.” Chisaki said, grumbling.

Oikawa pretended to be in deep thought, “hmmm... nope! Chisa-chan’s cuter.” He said with that infuriating faux happy voice that ticks his son off.

“You’re annoying.” Chisaki said, crossing his arms.

Oikawa dramatically placed his hand on his chest, “how mean! Is this how I raised you to be? Disrespectful to your elders?!” He said.

Chisaki rolled his eyes, “I don’t know, my mother raised me.” He replied.

Oikawa caught on to the implication and flinched, which didn’t go unnoticed to Chisaki. They lapsed into an uncomfortable silence, before Oikawa announced they’ve reached their destination few minutes later.

“Make yourself at home Chisa-chan.” Oikawa said, putting his bag on his chair.

Chisaki scanned his father’s bed room. Volley ball posters posted on walls, a glass shelf at the left most corner, bed made and the place overall tidy. There were few gym equipment sitting at the rightmost corner of his room, including a worn out volleyball.

Chisaki noticed the certificates and medals displayed at the glass shelf, carefully examining them one by one.

“Mom wasn’t kidding when she said you were the best setter in the prefecture.” Chisaki mumbled.

“Aw, thank you Chisa-chan. You flatter me.” Oikawa said, grinning.

Chisaki decided to ignore his father and continued looking around. Chisaki stopped when he saw the pictures adorning his father’s study desk, carefully placed behind a thin sheet of tempered glass.

It was his parents’ photos taken at various places; some were from those cutesy photo booths he could never imagine his mother going to on her own (his father most likely the suspect) with cute filters plastered on the sides. Others were from the local museums, parks and amusement rides. There were also separate photos of them, most of which are middle school graduation and tournament pictures.

Chisaki took his time to view his parents’ photos, and noted how young his mother looked. Her hair’s longer too. Chisaki known for a fact his mother was attractive; the stories told to him by his aunt Shou and uncle Hitoka gave him the impression that his mother was constantly courted by male students and if it weren’t for his father, who was her boyfriend at the moment, she would have been aggressively sought after.

He just didn’t realize that his mother was this pretty. She grew from a lanky child to a tall slender young woman who accentuates her beauty by her expressive blue eyes and bow shaped lips. On top of that, she possess a fair skin, luscious raven locks and body shaped like an hour glass. Her atrocious sense of fashion can’t mask how stunning she is. Chisaki’s led to believe that her mother deserves better than his absent father, who was being suspiciously quiet for a while now.

“Lovely isn’t she?” Oikawa said quietly, gazing at his mother’s photo with fondness and adoration in his eyes.

Chisaki said nothing as Oikawa coughed to recompose himself.

“Anyway! I’m sure you didn’t come here all the way from the future to talk about how splendid the pictures on my desk are.” He started, “so I’ll answer any of your questions as long as they don’t endanger the future.”

“Why am I here?” Chisaki did not hesitate to ask the first thing that came into his mind, “and why did you act as if you know I’ll be here when we first met?”

“Slow down Chisa-chan, we got time.” Oikawa chuckled at his son’s eagerness to ask.

“As for the first question, I’m not entirely sure. In most cases, people are sent from the future to the past to fix something wrong in the timeline. Which we have to oversee to ensure they don’t go overboard with it. As for the second question, I was told by the agency that there will be an anomaly arriving today. By anomaly, it means people from the future. I wasn’t told the exact time and number of people so I skipped classes and grabbed the first train boarding from Tokyo to Miyagi.”

‘Agency? Anomaly?’ Something isn’t right.

“What are you?” Chisaki asked, a bit terse.

Oikawa seemed to mull over his response, “hm... I suppose that is the question you’ve been dying to ask. To put it simply, I’m an esper. My ability is to time travel, in which I was recruited by the Agency that specializes dealing with Espers.”

“Stop fooling around.” Chisaki scowled. “I’m not a kid anymore. You can’t fool me.”

Oikawa placed his hands up, “I’m not, I promise. I guess you need proof to believe.” He said thoughtfully.

“How about this. In the future, Freckles-chan and Manager-kun would get married and have twins.” Oikawa said. Chisaki crinkled his nose in confusion.

“Who?”

“Yamaguchi-chan and Hitoka-kun.”

Chisaki looked his father sceptically. Given the circumstances, there’s no reason for him to lie. And to be able to name an event correctly from the future, Chisaki reluctantly admits that his father might be one of those people.

“Since you’re an esper, does that mean I’m one too?” He asked instead.

“Have you manifested any signs from when you’re younger? Such as weird paranormal activity happening around you?” Oikawa asked.

“No.” Chisaki promptly replied.

“Then, it’s safe to say you aren’t. My older sister does not possess esper abilities as well.”

Chisaki doesn’t know if he’ll be relieved or disappointed that he turned out to be normal, unlike his father. So he decided to console himself that at least he’s good at volleyball and his mother is a pro-volleyball player who teaches him techniques in her spare time.

“I think that’s all I want to know.” Chisaki said, satisfied, “thanks dad.”

Oikawa blinked owlishly at him, “oh... right.” He coughed, “sorry, I can’t get used to you calling me dad when we’re practically same age right now.”

“Have you ever travelled to the future?” Chisaki asked curiously.

“Sometimes, when I need to.” Oikawa replied. “But it takes up a lot of energy so as much as possible I don’t.”

“I see.” Chisaki said.

“If you don’t have any more questions,” Oikawa stopped mid-sentence to rummage around his clothes, selecting a white face mask and black cap, “wear this.”

“Why?” Chisaki asked with a brow raised.

“Because you’re going on a disguise!” Oikawa replied

“No one knows me.” Chisaki said, tone laced with heavy judgement.

“That’s not the case, Chisa-chan. You can’t talk to anyone here. And if someone noticed how you look similarly like me, they’re bound to question you.” Oikawa reasoned, as if it was obvious.

Chisaki clicked his tongue, “fine.” He said, taking the mask and cap from Oikawa.

“Oh! Try these on too.” Oikawa handed him a pair of rounded eyeglasses. Chisaki said nothing and took it from his father. “They don’t have a grade, don’t worry.”

After putting them on, he looked himself at the mirror to see if it matches his outfit. Even when he’s on a disguise he should look presentable and not a walking fashion disaster.

Like his mother, he mentally supplied.

Thank gods he’s always there to deter her from wearing some very questionable color combinations.

With his black tracksuit and pair of white running shoes, his disguise fit well with his ensemble. Although he thinks that the face mask makes him more suspicious, he decided not to question it.

“All set? Let’s go!” Oikawa enthused.

“Order everything you want, it’s on me.” Oikawa sing songed, leafing through the menu.

The place they went to eat wasn’t that far from his father’s residence. It was a ten minute walk, which wasn’t that bad. Truthfully, Chisaki had never been in a bistro, usually it’s either a fancy restaurant or fast food when he and his mother eat out, depending on the occasion.

“Really?” Chisaki asked in confirmation, his eyes lit up as if it was Christmas.

Oikawa chuckled, “Yes.” He said.

“Well then. I want ...”

Oikawa watched his son eat happily with platters of food in front of him, not once faltering on his pace. He could feel his wallet becoming lighter, as Chisaki finish the food on the plates with vigour.

“This is your mother’s favourite place.” Oikawa commented, “she eats a lot too.”

“Sha hen awthele. ”

“Swallow your food before talking, Chisaki-chan.”

Chisaki swallowed and wiped his mouth with a napkin, “she’s an athlete. It’s given.” He pointed out.

“I’m an athlete too but I don’t eat like this.” Oikawa reminded him.

“She’s a growing child.” Chisaki retorted.

“Mhmm sure.” Oikawa said.

Chisaki took another bite, “play with me.” He said.

“Pardon?”

“You’re also a volleyball player right? A setter too. Toss to me after this.” He said.

Oikawa clicked his tongue. He reached across the table and flicked Chisaki’s forehead.

“Tone it down brat, I’m still older than you.” Oikawa said, slightly irked. “Geez, is volleyball the only thing in your mind? You're like your mother.”

“I have excellent grades.” Chisaki replied.

“At least you inherited my intelligence. Tobio-chan’s grades are terrible that she usually has to take supplementary lessons before being allowed on court.” Oikawa said, sighing dramatically.

“She does?” Chisaki asked, surprised. His mother never mentioned anything like that.

“She does.” Oikawa said sagely, “along with Chibi-chan.”

“Who?”

“The one with orange hair. Hinata.”

“Ah.” Chisaki started eating again, “You have weird names for people.” He pointed out.

“I do not!” Oikawa denied.

“You do.” Chisaki said flatly, “anyway, uncle Toshi used to tutor aunt Shou too when they were still dating.”

“What.” Oikawa stood up suddenly, garnering stares from other customers. He smiled at them before sitting down, his intrigued eyes on Chisaki.

“Ushiwaka and Chibi-chan are dating?” He asked.

Chisaki regarded him for a second, “yeah.” He paused before he added, “they’re married. Their baby’s arriving at winter.”

Chisaki took his time being entertained at his father’s flabbergasted face. He was absolutely dumbfounded that aunt Shou and Uncle Toshi are having a baby and married. He wished he could take a snap at his father’s face, it’s too hilarious not to.

“What did chibi-chan saw in him anyway? He’s boring.” Oikawa muttered, suddenly annoyed after the initial shock worn out.

“You don’t like uncle Toshi?” Chisaki tilted his head, “why?”

“He’s a stoic asshole who thinks he’s above everyone else.” Oikawa replied without hesitation, “also he keeps gloating over the fact that his team would always beat mine. ‘You should have to Shiratorizawa’, he always say. It’s annoying!”

When his father made a poor attempt in mimicking Ushijima’s voice, Chisaki couldn’t help but to laugh out loud. His father’s dislike towards his uncle was comedy gold.

“Hey! Why are you laughing?! It’s true, you know!” Oikawa said, indignant.

This caused him to laugh harder, which fuels to the irritation of his father. Oikawa thinks that his son is having too much fun over the idea that he and Ushijima don’t get along. It’s unnerving to say the least.

While the two was engrossed in their conversation, they did not notice a female figure entering the bistro and approaching them right after she saw them by the window.

“Tooru-san?”

Oikawa turned his attention to the feminine voice, his worsening mood instantly became better.

“Tobio-chan!”

Chisaki, on the other hand, couldn’t help but to gape as he stares at the younger version of his mother all in her youthful glory. He couldn’t believe the younger self of his mother was standing right in front of him, clueless of the distant future.

A/N : In this narrative, Oikawa's 19 (currently in uni) and Tobio's 17 (third year). Additionally, I took the liberty to incorporate mob 100 verse regarding Oikawa's special abilities. Like Mob, he's a normal student but with special part time jobs.

(Yes, he gets paid that's why he can treat his son like that #RichDad)

I hope this chapter is to your liking! See you in the next!

#oikawa tooru #kageyama tobio #oikage year #time travel #oikage #future child #kageyama chisaki #tsukkeilate writes

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2019.01.06 Johnny’s West ‘WESTV’ in Yokohama Arena [Report]

So I managed to go to their YokoAri concert 2 years in a row now! Last year’s con report can be found here. And now onto my report!!

SET LIST

スタートダッシュ

ええじゃないか

パーリパーリパリ-カタカナを叫べ-

アカツキ

Drift!!

WESTV VTR Corner

Skit Corner (Horoscopes)

赤いマフラー

粉もん

月詠人

僕らの軌跡〜ジャニーズWEST列島縦断〜

Melody Mix of ズンドコパラダイス, プリンシパルの君へ and Ya!Hot!Hot!

バンバンッ！

ホメチギリスト

〜MC〜

まちがっちゃいない

ONI-CHAN

100% I Love You

愛の奴隷

アカンLOVE〜純情愛やで〜

Another VTR

YSSB

傷だらけの愛

We are WEST

青空願ってまた明日

アンコール

OH!LALA

人生はすばらしい

ラキセブン

Wアンコール

パリピポアンセム

*I assume fans will recognise and know these songs so I saw no need to Romaji-fy them. You can just copy and paste and find them online to listen to anyway xD

PreShow

Me and my friend had a feeling that we would have arena seats, which we didn’t want, we wanted stands so we could high five them like we did last year, BUT as we predicted, we did end up with arena seats: 4th row from the stage and to the right side which meant we got the stages AND the right-side hanamichi too!! We meant we were less than 2 meters (less than 6 feet) away from the boys at multiple points throughout the entire concert. That means, I was closer to them than Nonchan is from his head to the floor xD We were so close that some of the boys gave us a decent amount of attention. It’s weird how confident we both were. Out of 15,000+ seats we were sure we’d gotten a seat in arena. Insane. I swear I’m 50% psychic with the shit I can predict xD

During the last 15 - 20 minutes or so, whatever instrumental West song that was playing, a lot of the crowd started singing the song. The main three were Ee Janai Ka, Horumon, and one more that unfortunately I cannot think of right now. When we were singing along to Ee Janai Ka, we got to the iconic ‘Mou Ikkai!’ line and the ENTIRE audience yelled it out. Everyone then burst into laughter at the massive volume difference at that point xD

Also there was a giant TV on the main stage that was inflatable. And just before the show started, I said to my friend ‘I bet that TV collapses down and the boys come out of it.’

♡ (1) START DASH : I was right! There was backlighting that showed the boys shadows inside the tv and then the tv deflated and split apart and voilà the boys appeared! I really love their opening outfits so much! ♡(2) Ee Janai Ka : They were front/center stage for this song. My favourite part is of course the moment where all the audience (once again) yells ‘Mou Ikkai (One More Time)!’.

Just before Akatsuki (so the boys had time to change) we got member introductions and of course I only remember Hamada, Junta and Akito’s xD Hamada’s was something along the lines of ‘even though I’m already 30, I’m still getting acne! So please ignore my face today! And my leg hurts! Being 30 sucks...’. Akito’s was obviously playing with the crowd, he got us doing a mexican wave ‘wooo’ starting from my section and he went around with his finger pointing around the stadium and so different areas were woo-ing xD Junta’s was: Junta: Jasmin! Nakama Junta! Is everyone okay? Good! ... Those who are single, are you okay? Audience: (big) YES!!!! Junta: Those who are wives, are you okay? Audience (small response) Yes! Junta: Okusaaaaaaan!!! (means ‘wife’ in Japanese. But Junta has an ‘Okusan’ segment on one of his TV shows so that’s this reference).

♡(4)Akatsuki : There was a very short VTR here of the red moon so they could change into sparkly, glittery red pants and jacket for this song. ♡(6) WESTV VTR Corner : I don’t know how I’m going to explain this but this VTR is where most of their Higawari/Daily Changes are. There are about 4 different clips: TV Shopping, A Newscaster, A Panda Segment, Eating Soumen (Cold Noodles). And each show it’s a different member doing something different. So at the show I was at: TV Shopping Item Showcaser: Ryuusei - he got an item and had to guess what the item was used for. Obviously he got it wrong xD Newscaster: KamiChan - who introduced and then watched the panda segment and was just laughing the entire time. Panda Announcer: Junta, Panda Wrangler: Ryuusei(?), Panda: Shige Eating Soumen: Junta - but he sucked it in too fast and had to spit it all out in one go. Everyone died laughing.

♡(7) Skit Corner (Horoscopes) : Every one of them was dressed up as a different horoscopes ---- I realise DAYS later that it corresponds to most of their actual birthday horoscopes! Silly me!

Gemini: Shige and Akito dressed as Female Twins (Blue Dress for Akito and Pink Dress for Shige) Cancer: KamiChan as a Crab Sagittarius: HamaChan as a Horse (which is very fitting for him xD) Libra: Junta in Greek-like clothing, holding two trays Leo: Ryuusei as a Lion with a Lion hat on. Leo: Nonchan as a Chinese Lion (Chinese Dragon)

They came on stage in order of: Junta, Kami, Ryuusei, Hamada, NonChan, Shige&Akito pair (from what I remember). And Ryuusei’s introduction was very funny because Junta kept calling him the Japanese for ‘Leo’ and Ryuusei was like ‘no no no no no. I’m not a Leo! I’m a.... *deep whisper* LION’ and he did this about three time and the crowd went crazy xD The main story of this skit is about the Twins being upset about being called ‘ugly’ online, thanks to KamiChan being able to surf ‘Wester’ (West + Twitter) even though he has claws for hands xD and while everyone agrees that Akito is ugly, Ryuusei actually falls for Shige and confesses his love. But because Shige is used to being called ugly, he thinks Ryuusei is making fun so Shige runs away with Ryuusei running after him. Eventually Shige accepts Ryuusei’s love, BUT before that, Akito is like ‘and which of you remaining gentlemen will take me?’ to which Junta, Kami, Hama and Non talk about it and decide to attempt to murder Akito with Hama’s bow and arrow instead! But the arrow misses, and unfortunately it goes past Akito and continues on it’s journey and finally hits Shiga, and Shige falls down. While Shige is dying, he accepts Ryuusei’s love but Ryuusei is all sad that Shige is dying in his arms. They start singing one of their ballads/love songs slowly (the audience is crying with laughter by this point) and when it ends, Shige wakes up ‘eh? That’s odd... I was suppose to die... but I’m alive!’ and he takes the arrow out of his chest! Happily ever after! The best part of this skit was the boys absolutely losing it themselves. When it got to a serious scene between Ryuusei and Shige, Shige couldn’t keep a straight face and was laughing his lines out and Ryuusei was trying so hard too! But at one point they were hugging each other and were just stood there laughing at the ridiculousness of it all xD

♡(8) Akai Muffler : There is an animated story going on in the background during this song and at the end the credits say ‘Drawn by: Akito’. It is a beautiful and adorable drawing! HamaChan was on my side during this ballad and it was nice watching/seeing him mime along to the words when it wasn’t his part.

♡(10) Tsukuyomi Bito : Given my background of stages and musicals, I had high expectations for this and I had a vision of what this song should look like and I was not let down. They started behind a screen and were backlit so we could see their shadows. Then we they revealed themselves they were in fighting-style kimonos and had swords. In the mid-instrumental section, they had giant screen come down and they had a sword fight which was backlit and shadowed again, but we also had the side screens of the stadium showing us them behind the screen fighting, which was great! And to finish the song, both of them did a backflip off the stage which was NICE!

♡(13) Melody Mix : I was quite sad that we got this mix. It felt very jumpy and very rushed. The concert itself was short to begin with (barely 2 hours) so why not just do all the songs fully? ♡(15) Homechigi List : This is their new song and they wore their new outfits for this song too! It was very easy to figure out when the audience’s yelling parts were so we quickly got into the song and yelled our parts xD It’s a really funny song, a super cute dance, the outfits are great! I am excited for this single release at the end of January!

♡(16) 〜MC〜 : Where do I start with this one... I’ll try and remember and list as much as I can about it.

- Shige personally attacked Ryuusei today. Saying: ‘I’m really bad at remembering dances, I always stop too soon to... But recently, Ryuusei is also bad at remembering the dances!!’ and he turned to KamiChan ‘Kamiyama san! He’s bad too right?!’ and KamiChan replied ‘Ryuusei is a little bad recently yeah...’ and Shige was like ‘YAY!!!’ xD

- They also asked KamiChan how he comes up with the different dances and he replied ‘A little me inside my head is dancing’, to which they replied ‘EVEN MORE small(er than you are now -- because he’s the chibi of the group)?!’ and KamiChan was like ‘there was no need for you to comment on my height!’ 

- Akito also brought up KamiChan’s performance in Othello and he brought up (what I think is) everyone’s favourite part ‘KamiChan looked so cool the entire play! But when you were playing with the giant ball you looked especially cool!!’ which is so many favourite people’s part of the play.

- There was a small thing I noticed when Junta was talking and had his whole forearm showing; it looked like he had a giant scratch mark running down the entirety of his forearm. He wasn’t bothered by it and he never messed with it but it looked like maybe he’d scratch it the recently. But I hope I was imagining things, and if not, I hope he’s okay!

- The final thing I remember was when they talked about what they did for Bounen Kai (End of Year Party). They all went to Yakiniku and they talked about the amount of rice Akito was able to eat. Apparently he ate: Big Bowl -> -> Medium -> Rice in Soup -> Medium Bowl. ALL OF RICE! Akito said ‘after finishing the rice with soup, I didn’t think I could eat anymore but HamaChan said ‘You can still keep going’ so he ordered me a medium bowl of rice. I didn’t think I could eat anymore! .. I ate it all.’ The entire audience was just flabbergasted at how much he can eat! I can barely eat ONE SMALL bowl of rice myself! xD

♡(17) Machigacchainai :  Before they performed this song, Shige explained how this song came about: “Last year, I was having a bit of a tough time. Nothing was going right. But HamaChan came to me and told me it was going to be okay. So then I came up with this song. If you’re having a tough time, if you’re every having a bad time, I hope you can remember this song and think it’s going to be okay, because it will.”. We had Shige on keyboard, HamaChan on acoustic guitar and we had KamiChan on percussion. From the second half of the song, Shige’s face was just completely lit up and he couldn’t stop smiling. There was another adorable moment where one of them (either Shige or HamaChan) messed up a little, but Shige immediately responded with a ‘it’s okay’ over the mic so softly and the continued right through, which I think is adorable too!

♡(18) ONI-CHAN : This was so cute! They had mannequins on a bench and they did all the actions from the songs in it. The entire audience was lit either yellow or blue which looks great! OniiChan was really adorable with their cute pink outfits, and when one was singing, the other was dancing and it was a really nice dance -- apparently KamiChan came up with it (no surprise there! He is the KING of dances!). I really enjoyed all the duet/trio song performances this time around!

♡(19) Ai no Dorei : I don’t know how to explain this one... just look for papa pics and watch the dvd! ... OMG the fucking god this performance! SHIT! FUUUUCK! Seriously! It was like some Adekan x Hikari Litchee Club cross over! It was amazing!! I fucking loved it! I love how they got this performance green lit! They were all in BDSM-like clothing, with bars/jail around them in the center stage and they were doing things like pulling at their outfit straps, or slapping their own butts, it was just.... just a nosebleed-fess and the entire crowd couldn’t stop dying from it! SO MUCH SKIN o_O 

♡(20) AKAN Love ~ Junjou Ai ya de ~ : There is always a part in this song where one-by-one the members do their own dance moves and the rest of the members and the entire audience has to copy them after it. And in true Junta style he did his ‘boobies jump’ move again, and he was watching his part of the audience the entire song but they were so embarrassed to do it in front of him xD but everywhere else (that wasn’t his part of the crowd) were super going for it xD And then after his part there’s always a Junta yelling moment so he bowed and yelled “Gomennasaaaiiiiii / I’m soooorrrryyyyy!!!!!’ for that moment xD Junta and his fucking boobs move *cries of laughter*.

♡(22) YSSB : This was the song in the concert that got me totally and completely into the concert. I’m usually when conscious at concerts and never really fully enjoy - especially in a giant stadium, it’s very easy to get to fixated on ‘where is my oshi?’ and it’s very easy to get annoyed and distracted and blocked by the people around you, but as soon as YSSB started I was completely INTO IT. I was finally jumping and screaming and yelling from this part to the end of the entire concert. This is SO GOOD live! I absolutely love the outfits, I love the dance, I love their voices as they sing this song, it’s such a well performed and such a FUN song! 

So because I finally got fully immersed in the concert from this point, I don’t really remember much about the songs or what people did, I was just completely and totally enjoying myself.

♡(29) パリピポアンセム :  This was the moment where I got the biggest amount of Junta fanservice and I am so thankful for it! He definitely stayed with us way longer than he should have done! == He actually stopped to smile and wave at us (me and my friend) BIG TIME. He waved a lot and seriously wait until we had reacted, finished reacting and giving him a thanks, before he moved on! He was definitely there for longer than he should’ve been and I’m so happy about it! He had spotted us way, way earlier in the show to but he had given us only a small wave them. I guess he was saving it for this amazing moment!! Thank you so much Junta *dies*

And that’s the concert! Although, I have a few every notes that I can’t quiet remember where they go or don’t have a place to specifically put.

Extra Notes:

♡ At the beginning of the show I didn’t like KamiChan’s hair (I thought it was a tad long) but by the end of the show it had really grown on me xD not important but wanted to mention it.

♡ Towards the beginning, NonChan came down our side of the stage and got on the toroko (the moving trolleys). it was here that I noticed just how damn skinny NonChan is!! His arms are TINY!

♡ Also can we appreciate how pretty HamaChan is! He is so good looking! I always knew he was good looking but for some reason in person he’s just so much more good looking! And I really liked his hair at this concert! He’s currently off work sick with influenza so please send him so love!

♡ Speaking of HamaChan! During the first lot of Encore, he was at the stage where we were, and while he was singing, he put his leg up on part of the stage setting wall so he could stretch it out and kept it there for ages while he sang which was very funny xD away from his mic, he told the fans nearby ‘my leg hurts! I’m getting old’ so sweet.

♡ The girl in front of us was a huge Akito fan and she had a bunch of uchiwas for him to read and react to, so towards the end of the show (near the final greetings and such) he spent his entire time on our side of the stage reading her messages and doing all her requests. At one point he did something that made me burst out hard into laughter, and I saw that he saw me and then he proceeded to laugh out loud too xD 

♡ Akito is the BEST at fan service! He does literally anything for his fans! He high fives them, waves, makes funny faces, shakes their hands, literally anything! I really regret not going through my plan of getting his uchiwa and drawing a mustache on it! At the next con I’ll definitely be holding TWO uchiwas! Also he is a very naughty person. He has a habit of air banging (thrusting his hips in the air) for fanservice and it’s parts hilarious and part ‘oh my! how could you?!’ xD

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And that really is all! Hope you enjoyed the report!

#johnny's west #johnnys west #nakama junta #kamiyama tomohiro #hamada takahiro #fujii ryusei #kotaki nozomu #akito kiriyama #shigeoka daiki #report #review

[fingerless-glovez]

Tales of Home Point: Welcome Home

Eight children were orphaned after a dreadful bus crash stole their parents away from them. They were a loving couple, and although they were...eccentric to say the least, they were good parents.

After the accident, the children's aunt on their mother’s side took them in. She and her husband were extraordinarily rich and sophisticated. They lived in a large mansion with six bedrooms, six bathrooms, a ballroom, a library, an enormous labyrinth magnificent dining hall, and a swimming pool that you’d swear was from a beautiful tropical resort. Many staff served the couple everyday, although they were really just for show.

The aunt and her husband resented the idea of raising her sister’s rowdy little demon spawns. And so they decided; if the children were to live in their home, they would have to make them refined high-class ladies and gentlemen.

The pompous couple started by changing the children’s names, which they had deemed “too odd”. They would now be known as Dominic, Julian, Elizabeth, Katelyn, Ryan, Henry, Clementine, and Sebastian Halewell. 

They were made to hand over their charms to restrict them from their animal forms, and to remove the vibrantly colored streaks and highlights from their hair. She then hid them in various places.

A governess was hired to teach them math, make them read long and old books, and teach them how to be proper and perfect. 

They were stuffed into fancy clothing; suits, ties, frilly dresses that were sickly pale in color, at least 3 layers of heavy makeup, and shoes that were forbidden to be made dirty. And these were just their casual outfits.

Because the aunt hated the children’s father, anyone from their paternal family was banned from having any contact with them. Those ruffians would only hinder her plan to make perfect children. She was hellbent on succeeding where her parents failed. No niece or nephew of hers would end up like her sister.

This was easier said than done though, especially for the oldest girl.

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December 31st, 2013

“Elizabeth,” Victoria Halewell flatly addressed her eldest niece, not even looking at her, “elbows off the table. Why must I remind you everyday? And please, no slouching at the dinner table.”

Eleven year-old Elizabeth Halewell internally groaned as she sat up straight. She glanced around at her siblings before briefly making eye contact with Du-no, that’s not his name anymore, you should know this by now-Julian. He quickly looked back at his food, probably hoping his bigger sis hadn’t seen him looking pitifully at her. She smiled lightly, grateful for some sympathy.

God, she hated this house. Day in-day out, it was always the same; “Elizabeth, get that ugly little piece of hair out of my sight.” “Elizabeth, please walk like a normal person. Your feet point to the sides and it’s very awkward to look at.” “Elizabeth, don’t touch your face. You’re ruining your makeup.”

“Elizabeth,” John’s stale voice interrupted another one of her episodes of resentment. “Will you quit that fidgeting? It’s making us all incredibly uncomfortable.”

“In fact,” Victoria added, “why don’t you just excuse yourself? If you’re not going to eat then don’t ruin meal time for the rest of us.”

Elizabeth, doing the best she could to “properly” remove herself from the scene (which failed and got another pointer from her aunt because, you know, Elizabeth was Elizabeth), kept her head down as she trudged up to one of the bathrooms to wash the makeup off of her face. She looked at herself in the mirror as mascara tricked down her face. Pathetic. she thought.

She then went to her room, closed and locked the door, and plopped face first onto her bed and groaned. Another night in my personal luxurious prison cell. All by myself.

She and her other siblings were all designated to a certain room. Her brothers, Dominic, Julian, Liz-no-Ryan, Henry and Sebastian all shared a room with twin mattresses. The two of the triplets, Henry and Di-get it right kid-Sebastian shared the bottom bunk since there was an odd number of boys. Her sisters, Katelyn and St-Clementine, the other triplet, also shared a room with twin mattresses.

Elizabeth slept in a bedroom alone. It was John’s way of getting her to behave. She was always isolated from the rest of her siblings because of her...faults. No, not just her siblings. Her aunt and uncle basically ordered everyone in the house to completely ignore her very existence unless she did something wrong. And it wasn’t going to stop unless she got her act together and erased her stupid flaws. Julian would occasionally try and sneak away to visit, but Aunt Victoria quickly put a stop to that.

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January 1st, 2014

Elizabeth jolted up from her bed. She heard something. It sounded like...singing? She glanced around. Then she saw it. A small red something. It was hovering above her bedroom balcony. The second she blinked, it was gone. But the singing continued.

Originally, Elizabeth tried to block out the sound. But, after numerous failed attempts to muffle singing under her pillow, she found herself on the balcony. She sat, legs crossed, on the steel railing. The view was nice, even if she hated everything else about her living situation, she still loved to look at the snow as descended onto the ground. Between the clouds, the moon shined exquisitely in the sky. If only she could get closer to it.

Then, she heard it again.

What is that? Elizabeth wondered, Why is calling me?

Calling. That was the best way to put it. Like a siren, it cried to her, and Elizabeth wanted to find it. Badly.

Elizabeth stood on the balcony, stepping away from the rail. Then, she jumped over, flipped, and landed gracefully onto the top of the rail. With her arms out for balance, she turned left and stepped across the thin iron like she was walking on a tightrope. She looked up, noticing where the roof stuck out above the balcony door. She stepped towards it, then she leaped. She got a firm grip on the edge and skillfully climbed up.

Elizabeth was now on the roof. The wind sped through her hair and made her dress flap like mad. Flakes of snow whirled like a tornado around her. It was cold, but she didn’t care. Her eyes were locked on the prize.

The glowing red something was about ten feet away. Elizabeth took one step, and it flew towards her. Elizabeth braced herself for impact, but felt nothing. She opened her eyes and gazed mystified at the something. A little red triangle that dangled from a silver chain.It was her charm. 

Her stolen charm! It was here, right in front of her face!

The small ruby triangle zipped around her body. It seemed to be studying her. Then it slowly flew in front of her face again. Suddenly it zoomed away. Elizabeth bounded after it.

You’re not getting away from me! Not again!

  The charm dashed to every corner of the roof. Elizabeth chased it relentlessly, vaulting over the chimney, jumping across gaps in the roof, and sliced throw the cold snow as the sky dumped it upon her. That charm was hers.

Suddenly the charm stopped. Elizabeth caught up with it at the highest point of the roof. She stood confused as to why it stopped. The charm hovered over to her right side, the two links on the ends snapping open and attaching to the pink sash around her waist.

Now Elizabeth was the one glowing. She whipped around, confused and a little bit anxious about what was happening. She felt weightless. She felt herself...changing.

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Elizabeth gazed at herself in the bathroom mirror. She was beaming with pure ecstasy.

For the first time since her parents died, she looked like herself. Short silver hair with green streaks lacing it. A long silver and white horse’s tail. Fluffy gray wolf ears that twitched with excitement. A giant pair of tannish pegasus wings that ripped through the back of her faint pink dress.

Holy crap, this is awesome!

“Welcome back,” purred a voice from behind her. Elizabeth spun on her heel to see a familiar face in the doorway. “Ace.”

No. The coyote man with black and purple hair and shiny blue eyes couldn’t possibly be here. She slapped herself in the face to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. The pain was there.

“Thunder?” she breathed.

“Glad to see you again, third biggest nephew.” The uncle, Thunder, opened his arms for a hug. Ace nearly knocked him to the ground.

After a nice long hug, Trace pulled away. “How did you get in here?”

“Well, it went a little something like this,” Thunder explained. “I got to town by ship. You never knew, but I swing by every other week just to check up on my brother’s kids.” Ace smiled, happy to know that someone cared about him.

“When I got to the house and saw you running around on the roof chasing a red thing like a runaway balloon. Then there was a big white light. So, I snuck in through the window and started looking for you.”

“But, what exactly happened? And why didn’t it happen, like, I dunno, when Victoria made us put the charms in the box in the first place?”

“Beats me. All I know is that you’re here, and you’re back in your animal form.”

“So...what about everyone else? Why haven’t their charms come to them?”

“Maybe it’s ‘cause you’re the only one that hasn’t changed.” Thunder looked away from his nephew. “I’ve seen what those pieces of shit aunt and other uncle of yours have done to them. Their spirits are shattered, their personalities are bleached, and they just look...empty.”

Thunder smiled, giggling like he was drunk. Trace cocked his head, making him choke out a laugh.

“But, you...you’re just like Venice. You’re tough, stubborn, smart-mouthed, you do that thing with your head when you’re confused...you’ve got your dad’s charm, kid!”

Ace shuttered internally. This was getting too sappy for him. If he didn’t change the subject soon, he’d be crying.

“So...what’s next?”

Thunder ceased his monologue and pulled himself together.

“I’m taking you home.”

Ace’s eyes lit up, but then they dimmed again. “All of us?” Thunder shook his head.

“I’ve only got a change of clothes for you. The sad truth I’ve learned is that...they won’t leave. Not while under Victoria’s control. They’d rat me out the second they see me. And you, you can’t stay here any longer. You’re hard, but you’re not indestructible. I don’t want my brother’s closest child to end up like the rest of them.”

“But what about my siblings? Can’t we tell them where we’re going?”

“Well,” Thunder said, “there is one...”

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“Rusty!” Ace whisper shouted as he shook his brother awake. Julian, or rather, Rusty, grumbled.

“Ugh...Sebastian...what do you want…? Go back to bed...”

With a grunt of impatience, Trace grabbed Rusty by his night shirt’s collar and slapped him in the face. Rusty’s eyes burst open as he plopped back into his pillow.

“Ow!” Rusty sat up and rubbed his cheek. In that few seconds, he went from grumpy, to enraged, to stunned.

Ace was still in his animal form, but was wearing a red hoodie, blue jeans, black and white sneakers and had his hair up in a loose ponytail. The green streaks were clearly visible, as was the chain with his charm dangling from two belt loops.

“Morning, sunshine.”

“E-Ace? What are you doing up this early?” Rusty put his glasses on and looked at his clock. It was 3:35 AM.

“I, uh, just wanted to let you know that...I’m leaving.”

Rusty, much like Ace, cocked his head, bewildered. “Leaving? Where are you going?”

Ace didn’t hesitate. “Thunder is giving me a lift back to Home Point-”

“Thunder?!” Rusty hissed.

“Yeah, Uncle Thunder. You know, that one guy we’re supposed to hate? Dad’s brother? Don’t pretend, Rusty, I know you talk to him too.”

By now, Rusty was out of bed and looking at his oldest younger brother with eyes that pleaded for him to say that he was joking. Ace, in return, gave him a look that said that he wished he was.

“Please don’t tell anyone.” Ace said to break the silence. Rusty stared at him for a few more seconds.

“Why not?”

“You’ve seen how the other six are, you’re the only one I trust not to tip off Victoria. Besides I already forged my own dummy in my bed-why are you looking at me like that?”

A smile had cracked across Rusty’s face. “I always figured you’d be the first to leave. Okay, I’ll keep your secret. That is, of course, if you can keep mine.”

The moment he saw his brother tilt his head was the moment he rolled up his sleeve to reveal his arm brace, fashioned by a softly glowing citrine triangle. Stars were now in Ace’s eyes.

“You, too?”

“The thing had me running all around the labyrinth. It stopped a few times to let me catch my breath. I’m pretty sure it was making fun of me. Then I had to go out and buy a wig to hide my hair.” Rusty pulled off his wig to reveal the golden streaks in his pitch black hair.

“So why didn’t you leave?” Ace inquired.

“Someone would’ve noticed. I guess I’m a tad too good at pretending to be someone I’m not, and now they like me. You, on the other hand…”

His brother met him with an eyeroll. “Yeah…”

“But, the other thing is, you’re braver than me. I’d be so overwhelmed by the pros and cons of booking it for Home Point that I’d have to slam my face into a sink of cold water. You’re not a wimp like me.”

“Ah, shyuddup, you’re not a wimp. You had the audacity to exclude me from Twister, remember?”

Rusty smirked at him and pulled him into a hug. Ace gladly returned the favor.

“So long, my dude.”

“Good luck, my good man.”

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It was the crack of dawn. The wind had calmed down as Trace and his uncle strolled down the North Dakota street. They were fairly under dressed, Ace being his human form and still in the dress his aunt had stuffed him into, but they weren’t bothered too much.

Thunder, back in his human form, was wearing a black leather jacket, blue jeans, and a blue scarf. His hair remained black with purple edges.

“So...uh,” Ace said to his uncle, “where are we going?”

“To meet Spencer.” Thunder replied.

“Spencer?”

“My wife. She’s waiting for us at the docks.”

“You’re married?”

“With a kid. Kinda. I’m actually her stepdad.”

“How old?”

“Seven year old little rascal. But she’s really sweet once she starts to like ya. Name’s Pip.”

“What’s she into?”

“Demons.”

“Interesting topic. Please, go on.”

The two chatted until they had reached the harbor. There, a blonde woman with rosy red tips ran up to them. At least, until she slipped and face-planted into the snow.

“Is that my aunt?” Ace inquired, completely unfazed.

“That’s your aunt.” Thunder replied.

“Is she seriously wearing a T-shirt during January? In North Dakota?”

“She’s Canadian.”

“Lucky…” Ace grumbled, embarrassed to be twitching in the cold.

Once Spencer had gotten up and situated herself, she continued her trek to her husband and nephew, more carefully this time.

“Hello, husband.” She said, putting herself up on her tiptoes to kiss Thunder on the cheek, as Thunder was pretty tall.

“And hello there!” She exclaimed, bending over to see the boy with her husband. “You’re Ace, right?”

The eleven year-old nodded and Spencer continued.

“Thunder’s told me all about you. I’m so sorry about what happened to your parents.”

“It’s okay. I’m over it.” Ace lied as he shrugged. Spencer obviously didn’t believe him. “Mostly.”

“Let’s change the subject, shall we?” Thunder quickly intervened. Ace and Spencer awkwardly laughed it off and thanked him.

After about four years of being trapped in Victoria’s mansion, Ace was elated to see a Dungeoneeran ship again. When Spencer asked if he wanted to to meet her in the crow’s nest, the immediate answer was “Oh my god, YES!” The two reverted to their animal forms and climbed to the top of the ship.

Spencer was a squirrel and panda hybrid. She had a purple squirrel’s tail and ears, and big purple spots around her eyes. Her hair was long and pink, still with the rosy red tips, and she wore a white T-shirt with watercolor hearts on it, blue leggings with stars, and fuzzy brown boots. On her arm was a bracelet that held her smokey quartz charm, as well as smaller charms that were designed to be fruit.

“So, the reason I brought you up here,” Spencer said to Ace once they reached the crow’s nest, “I wanted to give you something.”

Spencer pulled a blue cloth from out of her front pocket. The cloth was an hombre of shades that started rather dark from the top, but was lighter at the bottom. And no matter which way you turned it, the order of shades was always the same from top to bottom.

“We told Pip that she was going to meet you on New Year’s day, and she really wanted to give you something. But the kid’s all worn out from staying up all night and fast asleep at my mom’s house.”

“So...what is it?” Ace asked, curiously examining the gift.

“It’s phantom’s fabric.” Spencer continued. “It gives you the power to become invisible and faze through walls. I tried it myself.”

Ace tied the cloth around his neck, making it a bandana. The material felt quite nice, he had to admit.

“Where did she get this?”

“Thunder mentioned that Pip likes demons right?” Ace nodded. “Well, she has a little demon friend who is actually her age. He gave it to her to give to you.”

“I’ll never take it off.” Ace said, beaming.

After a few minutes, the entire ship was engulfed in pink fog. Spencer and Ace became excited knowing what was coming next.

“HEY, GUYS!” Thunder called from the deck. The two in the crow’s nest made their way down to hear what he had to say.

“We’re almost to the whirlpool. Grab onto something sturdy.”

Ace dashed to the front of the ship and fastened his grip on the rail. After a few moments of eager anticipation, his eyes widened at the bright glow to the whirlpool. 

The ship drifted right across it, and then the circling started. Thunder turned the wheel slowly in the opposite direction to keep them from going down too fast.

This is it, Ace thought as the water was nearly at his level. I’m never getting chained down, again.

#dungeoneers #tales of home point #finally fuckin finished it #rusty o'mally #thunder o'mally #spencer o'mally #victoria halewell #john halewell #ace o'mally

[forabeatofadrum]

Whaddup ex-McKinley bitches

Notes: So, I rewatched the Hurt Locker, and this happened. (Keep in mind that this is Kitty, and therefore she uses weird language)

Kitty is sitting behind her computer screen, hand on the mouse. The cursor is hovering over the SEND button, and Kitty knows she’s only one click away.

She closes her eyes and prays real quick.

Then she clicks.

Whaddup ex-McKinley bitches,

Yes, you’re actually reading this. I actually sat down and spent time on writing this, so congratulations, you can read. Or I guess most of you can read, since I know one of you cannot read words, but it’s a good thing that in this time, you can copy paste this into Google translate and listen to a monotone bitch reading this out loud.

This might surprise you, but I have not forgotten about you idiots yet. How can I forget you guys? You are the girl with fat mom, white passing dude who cannot read, fake half black Puckerman, and black Angel from Rent. 

And this might also surprise you, but I am not sending you a hate mail. I am full of surprises, bitches, cause I like to say that this is a love mail, but then I am as sappy and gross as that Hobbit. So I still want to punch you all in the fucking face for leaving me here, but shit son, you would not believe what happened.

So, here I was, plotting the dismise of the so-called Incest Twins, when out of nowhere Artie rolled on the field and started singing with the so-called Unholy Trinity. Boom boom, bitches, glee club is back.

That weird snob Rachel is now running it with Hummel. I know, right, it sounds awful. A glee club under the regime of Rachel Berry, who is the perfect example of failure, because I assume you idiots have all seen the monstrosity that is That’s So Rachel. She almost ambushed me and for once second I was convinced she was going to slip her hand underneath my skirt, but no, she wasn’t into the mood for a great fuck (then again, who would say no to *this*?), she was only in the mood for glee club.

Now, you might be wondering: “Kitty, we haven’t heard from you in months, why are you telling me this?”

Well first up, you all left me behind. I know Sue didn’t force me to graduate, but you guys never contacted me again.

(Please ignore I didn’t really try to get in touch with you, so don’t fucking use that against me because it’ll be the last thing you’ll do.)

So when Rachel (I’m not calling her Ms. Berry, holy fuck no) tried to recruit/fuck me, I initially quoted the original glee club fatass Mercedes Jones: HELL TO THE NO.

You know why, bitches? Because I loved glee. I loved performing and hanging out with you idiots while being the top bitch. Really, I am going to sound as sappy as Blaine, but I loved you idiots a whole lot. And you left me like yesterday’s garbage. I lost something precious (this is not a LotR reference- get out of here) and honestly, I didn’t want to risk losing that again.

But then I saw those preppy gay schoolboys performing, and I knew that their gayness was totally ruining that performance, so I only had one thing on my mind: “With the power of sweet baby Jesus, I am going to crush those gay losers and I will show them that they can be gay without being losers.”

Like I said, I am full of surprises. I rejoined the new (new?) New Directions. This time, I am the top bitch of fat kid with a bowling outfit collection (what is up with you fatties?), female Black Pete, a hard rock homo, and the Incest Twins. 

Now, why am I writing you this e-mail. Not to beg you to come back to McKinley, because this sure as fuck is a hellhole, but to tell you that I am thankful for all the times you’ve put up with me and actually hung out with me. I am thankful for all the times in the choir room. I am thankful for all the numbers we’re rehearsed. I am thankful for Marley fucking up our Sectionals, or Jake and Ryder’s homoerotic bromance, or Unique giving us an ugly pot-o-potty for a few days. Bitches, I am thankful fot your existence, and because of that, I will lead this group of idiots to our Nationals win. You guys better come watch us kick the asses of the other mediocre glee clubs.

Long story short, pray to Jesus, be fabulous, and delete this e-mail right now because I do not want any evidence of my sappiness.

So long, virgins.

- Kitty Kat

#2017 #glee #kitty wilde #holy fuck I wrote #drabble

[russellthornton]

50 Nice Things to Say to Your Best Friend to Brighten Their Day

Who couldn’t use a little pick me up? Knowing what nice things to say to your best friend and brighten their day is what a BFF is for.

When you think about saying cute things to other people, often it is in your romantic relationships. But, everyone needs to hear nice things. If you notice that your friend could use a little boost, there are some nice things to say to your best friend to make them feel good inside and lighten their load.

50 nice things to say to your best friend

Being a best friend is a huge obligation. It isn’t just about lending an ear, but about being that one person who knows the nice things to say to your best friend to make them feel loved, less alone, and let them know that they are someone important to you and the world.

Saying nice things out of the blue is like a little love tap from afar. Everyone needs to feel loved and appreciated. So, be that bestie that makes your bestie feel both.

#1 That color is totally all you. If she wears it well, let her know. Lipstick, outfit, whatever brings out the sunshine in her, yellow, or not, let her know she shines brightly. [Read: 18 ways to build lasting friendships]

#2 That guy was totally digging your chili. Old phrase but a good one. If you see a guy who crushes on her, let her know. It makes her feel good. She might not notice that he is into her. And who knows, he might be “the one.” Being a bridesmaid totally rocks! [Read: 11 important maid of honor duties to do for your friend]

#3 Did you lose weight? Cheesy, but if she looks slender, make her day!

#4 I don’t know how I would make it without you. If she is the one you call in good times, and, especially bad, then let her know. She isn’t obligated to be everything to you. She does it because she loves you. So, let her know you know and appreciate it.

#5 You make me smile. It is that simple!

#6 No matter how much I need you, you never let me down. If she is the one who never, ever disappoints or lets you down, that is something to share with her. And, also let her know that you are, will, do, and be the same for her.

#7 You blessed my life when I met you, and you continue to daily. We only get to meet so many people that bless our lives. If she is one of them, let her know she is an angel for putting up with your shit.

#8 You’re like the bestest best friend ever. BBFF all the way baby!

#9 We should totally be Thelma and Louise. Okay, old reference. But, if you don’t know what that is, you should totally watch it with your best friend for a good time.

#10 You’re not my wing woman, you are my wings. Aw…. now that is something to make any best friend feel amazing. [Read: 25 characteristics of the best wing women]

#11 I would totally be jealous of you, but you are too much fun. If you admire her, and are slightly jealous, it is okay to admit it.

#12 I will always be here no matter what. It is important she knows you are there for her too! Friendship is truly a two-way street.

#13 I have other friends, but they will never be you. Friends are nice. Best friends are God sent.

#14 No matter how much our lives change in the future, our friendship never will. Life may change, but let her know your friendship never will.

#15 I so want to be your roommate in the nursing home someday. Yep, even when old and gray, you two will call each other to change each other’s bedpans or at least call the nurse to do it for y’all.

#16 All of my favorite memories include you…

#17 You complete me. Not lesbian-like, just a fact.

#18 Life was super boring until I found my partner in crime. Partners in crime are the best thing in the world. But, it isn’t about crime. It is about bringing you alive and making life worth it. [Read: The 25 reasons you need a friend who is your partner in crime]

#19 We should have one night a week named after us. One night should be devoted just to you two… twin-powers activate.

#20 I would be lost without you. With a best friend that is true. You don’t, and can’t, live without them. They are the one who knows you the best and the one who has your back. What else in life is there?

#21 I could have a thousand friends, but I only need you. You only need one. That is what I continually tell my children. You can have a thousand of “friends,” but you only need one “real” one.

#22 You just get me, and I totally get you. Right, you get it!

#23 You can’t choose your family, but I’d choose you again and again. You can’t choose who you are blood-related to, but that is the best part about your best friend, that is all your choice.

#24 There are friends, and then there are people who make an imprint in your life, thanks for changing me in a good way. Long-winded but totally true.

#25 I always know you will be on my team and me on yours. I’m going to put it out there, women are catty. If you found one that isn’t, let her know you are grateful!

#26 We should totally never grow up. Peter Pan syndrome happens for girls too. Wendy was just an idiot. [Read: How to escape the Peter Pan syndrome and grow up fearlessly]

#27 If I could’ve only met one person ever, it would have been you. Again, you only need one.

#28 If you were a guy, we could totally be the perfect couple. What most women know, and many guys don’t, is that most of us wish that we were gay cause women are much easier to get along with, and sometimes way more fun!

#29 When I am having a bad day, you are always there to make me laugh, thank you. Thank yous matter.

#30 You make me smile without even trying. If she makes you smile just because you know she is fun and going to be there, let her know. [Read: 50 ways to start someone’s day with a smile]

#31 If I had one day left on earth I would spend it completing a bucket list with you. From A to Z, you know what her bucket list is, and you hers. Start crossing things as you go along. No regrets together. [Read: 15 perfect best friend bucket list ideas for the fun and adventurous]

#32 Sometimes friendships trump family, and you totally trump mine. If you like her more than your family, remember blood isn’t much if it isn’t real love.

#33 I never worry about what you think because we share the same thoughts. If you don’t have to say I’m having a bad day, she just knows, that is a true secret power.

#34 We should totally have a movie night and eat a pint of ice cream and leave the world behind. A pint of ice cream, a chick flick, and NO guys… that is what a bestie is for! [Read: 13 fun ideas for your next girl’s night]

#35 No guys allowed for just tonight, just us and fun!

#36 There isn’t a thing you could ever do to make me not be on your side. Let her know that even if you don’t agree, you are behind her one hundred percent, always and forever.

#37 Where you lead I will follow… always.

#38 Friends come and go, you and I are forever. Best friends are truly forever, don’t let her go! Best friends are sometimes a once in a lifetime thing.

#39 I wish everyone was as real as you, but then again if that were the case, I wouldn’t know how rare our friendship was.

#40 I normally don’t like our gender, but you are the best exception ever. If you are someone who knows how ugly women can be, and she isn’t, then let her know she is our gender’s redemption to you.

#41 You make me a better person. A best friend isn’t your “yes, woman” she is your “be reasonable and the best you, woman.” Period.

#42 You never get tired of supporting me, or if you do, you never say so, thank you.

#43 You only meet a few people in your life that you love, you are one of mine. Love is a rare thing and not spent on just anyone. So, let her know that you love her dearly. [Read: 15 signs of a best friend and why you’ll never find anyone better]

#44 I wish I had ten of you, but then you wouldn’t be you… so never mind. Wouldn’t it be nice if we had ten best friends? Nah, it would be like having candy for every meal, it would lose its luster. That is why you only get one.

#45 I stopped believing in people, and then you came along. If you were just about a second from giving up on the human race, and she walked into your life, let her know that she turned you around and made friendship real again.

#46 Thanks for always having my back. Women talk, I am just going to put it out there. If you have a bestie who always has your back and sticks up for you, then you are golden, and should let her know how lucky you are.

#47 You are the one person that I wouldn’t have a party unless you could come. Our worst fear is to have a party where no one comes. Your bestie is the person you check dates with before you even consider having a party. So… let her know.

#48 I thought I knew what friendship was then I met you. We all think we have best friends, and then we find our true best one and know that the others were just regular.

#49 How do you never get sick of picking me up? Your best friend doesn’t roll their eyes, judge you, or give up. A rare quality, if you are lucky enough to have someone to put up with all of your bullshit then you need to let them know. [Read: How to fix it if you BFF is ignoring you]

#50 Thanks for never judging me and just accepting me, you are my bestie. True, honest, and real. That is all you need to say… just thanks. A best friend is the person who picks you up, makes you smile, and allows you to be you without judging. A very rare quality, if you find one, make sure to let them know.

Sometimes it can be awkward to tell someone of the same sex how incredible you think they are. But, if they are your support system, always there for you, and make you feel like the world could crash and you would be alright because you know they have you, it is time to speak up.

We all go through life with feelings, but rarely take the time to express them, be thankful, or tell someone how grateful you are to have them. Don’t take your bestie for granted or not tell them that they mean the world. A best friend is hard to find.

[Read: The best 15 adventures for you and your BFF]

So, when you do find a best friend, hold on tight and learn some nice things to say to your best friend. Friendship is forever, especially a best friend FOREVER.

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