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dorimena · 3 years

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I seriously love Bakugou and Todoroki. Especially Bakugou in his tight winter costume in S5. And I love Dom reader and femdom more than a sub. Can I pleaseee request Todoroki or Bakugou where the reader is recording them playing with a vibrator or dildo but get overstimulated because they can't cum from the cock ring because it's their punishments since they forgot their anniversary so reader also forget to stop the toys even if they beg reader to stop in the camera.if you don't mind the request

I don’t mind~ May your sin be forgiven with this prayer (˘⌣˘人) This sounds really, really sexy, so I had a blast imagining and putting this into words.

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯; bakugou katsuki & todoroki shoto

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱; 2.1k

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰; fem!reader, sex toys (dildo, vibrators, cockring), overstimulation, cam sex (recording), exhibitionism, semi-public, dom!reader, sub!character

𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰; balcony sex (?), threesome, whiny Bakugou, weeping Todoroki, punishment, orgasm denial, aged-up characters, Bakugou and Todoroki are both 20+

𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢; Unravel Me by Sabrina Claudio and Fuck Love by XXXTENTACION ft. Trippie Reid somehow helped me piece this together. Sorry if there are any typos! It’s not proofread.

𝕯𝖔𝖚𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝕿𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖇𝖑𝖊

“I-I-”

“W-we! We-”

You watch as both men struggle to speak, trying to ask for forgiveness, once again. It’s the fourth time this hour, the way Bakugou tries to open his mouth wide enough to not slur his words and Todoroki tries to correct Bakugou while keeping himself coherent.

It’s cute how the smartest guys in your life seem to fail miserably in having a decent human conversation

Well, you can’t blame them either, not with the way you keep toying around with the intensity of the vibrators taped to their dicks, cum drying on the toy enough to show anyone who looks up on the balcony that these two men, with such stature and muscles, are easily falling apart.

“Speak better, sweethearts. Can’t have you guys sounding so dumb on camera, right?”

Oh yeah, and you’re even recording them, in case anyone else would want to watch the rising proheros break.

You’re not actually going to show them to the public, but maybe to their friends. Maybe Kirishima would like to watch? Kaminari? Sero? Or maybe Iida? Midoriya?

Heck, the girls might even ask some day.

But you know what makes you curious about showing this video to their friends?

The way both Bakugou and Todoroki are presenting themselves beautifully, as if they’re pro porn stars saving the wanks rather than proheros saving the day.

It’s cute, how Bakugou’s puffing his muscular chest in the air as if they were the juiciest tits ever, which they are, and how Todoroki is somehow sensually humping the air with every buzz against his furious red tip.

Your eyes stay on the screen, making sure the lighting is entering nice enough to make it seem like they’re glowing, other than their post-orgasm glow.

How many times have they come by now?

“Babes, how many times have you cum?”

They both shake their heads.

Of course they wouldn’t know. They just take what they’re receiving. They’re making up for their mistake.

You still pout, tapping the touchable screen to even out the weird lighting as another cloud covers the sun, again.

Maybe giving their punishment out on the balcony wasn’t such a good idea.

As you look down to the floor below them, seeing the once growing puddle of cum slowly be pushed by the wind to trail off towards the side of the balcony, seeping through the small opening and probably dripping feets below is what keeps you positive, happy knowing people will eventually look up and wonder ‘what the fuck is going on?’

Well, either the drying cum gives away your dirty activities or it’s Todoroki’s wailing as an orgasm is ripped out of him forcibly.

Pity nothing comes from his tip, not since some time ago.

They both thought they deserve to cum and be satisfied?

Maybe you should’ve put the cock rings on them before making them come the first two times, but their reactions and frustration with how little some cum leaves or how their body reacts with the dry convulsions makes you giggle in pride.

Pretty babes.

“Todoroki, shut up. You’ll make the neighbors look over- oh! Oh, that’s what you want? I understand.”

And poor Todoroki is just shaking his head way too fast, enough to give him whiplash, but you just snicker as you reach over to a white box.

An unfamiliar white box.

Bakugou’s eyeing Todoroki in pity, wondering what the other will have to endure as he keeps trying to fight off his orgasm.

How he’s doing it, he has no clue. But god his dick hurts.

He’s been wanting to cum for the past 30 minutes, but with the way he resents this stupid cock ring, he’d rather not humilliate himself in front of you and figure out how else to please you.

Maybe he should offer to eat you out?

The way his body is super tense and his breathing is shallow doesn’t escape your attention, less how much pity is showing itself on his face as he shakes his face in disapproval with Todoroki’s recent dry orgasm.

Good thing you invested in this double dildo.

Neither of the boys take notice with how you’re lubing the dildo that looks like it’d belong to you. It’s quite pretty, long and thick enough to hopefully please your boys.

Even if they won’t get to cum.

“Bakugou,” you start, smiling as you watch his once bright eyes suddenly darken as shock takes over his face.

What the

“Fuck is that?!” He yells out, accidentally letting his body relax as it finally submits to the vibrations of the toy, his yell turning into an unbroken series of high-pitched moans, his hips losing control with how incredibly close he is.

“A double dildo, baby. Look! It even looks like if I’d be fucking you two, isn’t that fun?”

Bakugou shakes his head, gasping ‘no, no, no!’ before he falls forward, balancing himself with his palms as he sobs through his first dry orgasm. Maybe he shouldn’t have held back for so long, not with the way his body unforgivably goes through waves of pure unsatisfied pleasure.

Todoroki, meanwhile, is nodding eagerly, eyes welling up in happy tears at the idea of getting fucked, in getting more pleasure and love from you, even if this is meant to be punishment.

But, why are you exposing them like this?

They forgot your anniversary.

Your 3rd anniversary as a throuple, the anniversary Bakugou swallowed his bite and pride to confess to you how much he loves you and how he’s falling in love with Todoroki too; the anniversary Todoroki finally let loose the dam of emotions and even if a bit tipsy, agreed he too was falling in love with both you and Bakugou, how he hasn’t ever felt so understood, so loved, so safe.

So, yeah, how dare they forget?

But if they wanna be dumb, you’ll help with that.

It’s been a while now since you’ve turned off the vibrators and since you’ve prepped them well enough to take the dildo together.

The scene in front of you is gorgeous, ethereal, sublime.

You just want to ruin them like this everyday.

“Aagh! Ugh! F-fuck! Sl-slow do-own! Haaah~”

“S-sorry! ‘m s-sorry! Ca-an’t! Nnah…”

It’s cute watching them argue a bit, how Bakugou can’t take how fast Todoroki is fucking himself back on the dildo while also pushing the toy deeper into Bakugou. And Todoroki doesn’t actually look sorry, not with how his eyes keep crossing everytime he manages to get the toy to hit his sweet spot.

He’s trying so hard to win your forgiveness by putting up with this, but it’s kind of sad knowing you’re not going to stop anytime soon, or take off the cockrings.

Not like they know anyways.

Bakugou might’ve known, might’ve noticed, with the way he’s trying to keep this dragging as slow and steady as possible; with the way his precum is struggling to escape the confines the cockring gives; with how much his red and miserably hard dick keeps jumping with every push Todoroki’s ass gives him.

You’re lounging about, resisting the urge to get off to the scene in front of you, or else they’d start begging to let them please you as apologies, and knowing how sentimental this day is for you, you know you’d immediately give in.

But this is punishment for their forgetfulness.

So, as the cherry on top of this cum covered balcony sex sundae, you’ll also forget about them.

It lasted for a while as you got bored with how neither of them seemed to be reaching another orgasm.

If only the dildo had a vibration option.

But the vibrators still taped on their dicks will have to do.

So you turn them back on, and oh would you look at that! The cockrings could also vibrate.

The pleasure-filled scream coming from Bakugou and the cute, drawled whine of your name Todoroki lets out makes you feel grateful for thinking ahead, kinda.

Now both boys are writhing against each other, different ways to let out their desperations and dying need to properly cum manifesting in either rapid fucking on the dildo to simply submitting to the minstruations of the other party.

To put it in better, shorter words, Bakugou took the reigns in fucking the dildo in such rigor and strength that made Todoroki lay on his chest, ass still up as he simply took everything Bakugou kept pushing into him, mouth opened as hiccups and drool escaped. His eyes settle onto your form, watering as more tears gather on his waterline before dropping to the ground his face is resting on.

It feels so good, so, so good he can’t believe this is punishment. Even if he hasn’t been able to properly cum for some time now, he still thinks you’re being nice with them. Must be because of the anniversary that you sadly reminded them of.

He’s trying his best to push back on the dildo, wanting Bakugou to feel just as good as him, just as fucked as him.

And everytime the toy hits him just right, Todoroki sees stars, feels an all too familiar tingly sensation as he tries to grab his dick, but when you turn the vibrator up even more, his hands just lay on the ground, nails raking as he tries gripping on something, anything.

He really, really, really needs to cum. He wants to cum.

Keep being a good boy for you.

But all he gets is a choked sob of your name leaving his mouth as his eyes roll to the back of his head, eyebrows furrowed upwards as the strongest orgasm takes over his body, he’d be convinced there’s an earthquake happening. Small whimpers of how much it hurts leaves his mouth soon after, his dick twitching pathetically as it slowly becomes purple, barely a dribble of cum managing to escape.

Bakugou is in no good shape either, loudly moaning and crying out how good you’re fucking him, how he’s taking your cock, how good he is being, to please, please, please let him cum.

But actually cum, to let him contaminate the floor even more with his sperm, to let him taste it even, if that would make you happy and forgive him.

He’s close to wailing by now, hips going impossible faster as he forgets all about poor Todoroki riding out his high.

And the moment you turn on the vibrators intensity, he gets dizzy, breath getting stuck in his throat as his brain tries to process the spiraling of his warm, hot orgasm growing too much, burning him everywhere as if it were lava.

Small sparks sound on his fingertips as he howls and gets hurled into his own orgasm, back arching and head thrown back as his eyes roll to the back of his head.

He didn’t even notice the tears rolling down his cheeks, not with how his mind only cares about how good yet bad this orgasm feels.

Not even how loud his high-pitched wails of how good it feels, how much it hurts, is enough to alarm anyone near the radius of this defiling act.

Both boys are left shuddering or twitching through their intense dry orgasm, the way their bodies react with the built up cum in their dicks, with how hot and how wreckless they’re becoming with their quirks.

Still connected with the dildo, neither move, unless it’s some pathetic hump to help drag the orgasm a little more before they try to even remember what letter your name begins with.

Bakugou’s whimpering.

Todoroki’s crying silently.

Both blinking the haze out of their vision as they remember about the buzzing, about the relentless feeling on their really, really sensitive dicks.

Bakugou’s crying now.

Todoroki’s just busy mewling like a slut by now.

And when they both turn to look at you, they gasp so loudly one of them begins choking on air and the other with saliva.

Where’d you go?!

Come back!

And ‘come back’ and ‘forgive us’ is the only thing anyone could possibly hear for the next few hours as they fuck the dildo and let the vibrators do their job in milking more and more orgasms out of them.

If only they’d look closer, they would’ve seen a post-it note stuck on the tripod of the camera telling them you went to the kitchen and that they better come crawling.

Oh well, you’re enjoying the view anyways as you sip on some liquor of your liking, turning off the vibrators as you slowly walk to the balcony.

The sun’s beginning to set. You’re not that cruel in letting them fuck each other in the cold.

The bedroom is much better, and comfier.

Perfect for you to finish the job and let them finally, finally, get their deserving orgasms.

You’ll be sure to milk out

Every.

Single.

Drop.

#✿; impurity #bnha smut #mha smut #bakugou smut #todoroki smut #bakugou katsuki smut #todoroki shoto smut #sub bnha #sub bakugou #sub todoroki #ლ; blasphemy #𝖇𝖆𝖐𝖚𝖌𝖔𝖚 #𝖙𝖔𝖉𝖔𝖗𝖔𝖐𝖎.𝖘

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flareish · 3 years

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The Bet

bokuto x reader

summary: Bokuto makes a bet with himself where you end up dying his hair

genre: fluff

warning: swearing, a couple suggestive remarks, quick kiss

word count: 1.3k

a/n: so apparently no one nows what Bokuto’s natural hair color is so I’m assuming its his root color and that he does dye his hair. I’m basing this all off the one time coach ukai called bokuto “frosted tips”

“Hey y/n! Watch this!” Bokuto calls out to you where you are sitting on the bleachers watching practice. You look up and he continues.

“If I make this spike you have to dye my hair.” Bokuto has already decided you've already agreed.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea-“ Bokuto signals to his team mates to get get ready.

“Don’t worry I got this.” Wasn’t what you were worried about.

“I’ve never dyed hair before-“ His teammates are laughing so hard they can barely jump.

“Ready!” Bokuto jumps up and spikes the ball. His teammates barely get off the ground and he spikes it with ease. You're not sure if it's because they want to see the aftermath of you dying his hair or because they were too busy laughing to even try.

“Feel free to do your worst,” Akaashi walks up to you, “it will be more entertaining if it comes out botched. Might teach him something too.”

“You might think it’s funny but I’ll never hear the end of it.” You grumble, knowing that every argument from then on it would be brought up.

“Why you date him, the world will never know.” Akaashi says jokingly as he walks away.

“Have you seen his ass?” You yell back laughing. Akaashi rolls his eyes but can’t deny it.

“You better be talking about my ass!” Bokuto yells from across the court.

“You bet.” You smirk at him and he bounces his eyebrows suggestively at you.

The two of you are now in his bathroom. Practice is long over and now you must complete Bokuto’s bet. Maybe demand would be a better term.

“You are aware I have never dyed hair before, right?” You ask him as he boosts himself onto the counter top.

“Yeah but it's not that hard,” He says dismissively, “besides I’m here to walk you through it.” You were pretty sure it was hard. I mean have you seen how many failed hair dying videos there are. You were also worried about how helpful Bokuto’s help would actually be. You’ve seen him explain things purely in noises.

“Alrighty mix up a bit of this, with some of that in this bowl.” He points the stuff out to you and you go to work.

“What is it?” You ask as you begin mixing.

“The powder is bleach and the bottle has developer in it,” He explains, “Since my natural hair is pretty dark I can’t just dye it otherwise it won’t show up, so this lightens it.”

“Oh you know a lot about this.” You say

“Well I do this everytime my hair grows,” He passes you something, “Here this is an applicator, just brush the bleach on the ends of my hair.” You stir around the bleach mixture and get a good amount of product on the applicator.

“Isn’t there supposed to be a cap and a hook thing that you pull your hair through?” You question, having seen a video using one. You step over in between his legs and begin applying product. He has to tilt his head down because he’s so damn tall.

“What do we look like? Professionals?” Bokuto laughs at the idea.

“There was one in the kit but it takes forever so I threw it out,” He says, “I’m better than it anyway.”

“Oh yeah of course you are.” You say sarcastically.

“Woah was that sarcasm.” He says lifting his head to pick a fight. You play fight often over simple stuff, all lighthearted of course. You’re both argumentative people, it’s your love language. Besides from touch cause this boy in handsy.

“You sure you want to pick a fight right now,” You point the applicator at him threateningly, “It’s your hair on the line here.” He gasps at you in offense.

“You wouldn’t.” He playfully glares at you.

“I already got permission to screw your hair up. I wouldn’t push me.” You would never actually on purpose but boy is it tempting sometimes.

“By who!” Bokuto now more interested in who betrayed him. You push in his head back down and continue working.

“It was Akaashi wasn’t it.” He grumbles.

“Maybe, maybe not,” you mumble, “There last piece.” You take a step back to admire your work.

“Woah done already?” He hops off the counter and looks in the mirror.

“Looks good.” He says and ducks downs to kiss your lips. Its quick and sweet.

You manage to wait the twenty-so minutes for the bleach to do its thing without getting too much product everywhere. You sit on the counter when he goes in the shower to wash out the bleach. His phone dings and you see he got a snapchat from Kuroo. You open it to see Kuroo sending a shirtless selfie.

“Babe why does Kuroo send you mirror pics?” You ask giggling. His head pops out the shower.

“Wait let me see!” You turn the phone around so he can see before the timer runs out.

“Damn he’s fine.” Bokuto says before ducking back into the shower. “Geez just date him already.” You joke. Snapping a quick selfie, you reply to Kuroo telling him to stop stealing your man. He comes back and tells you that you’re welcome to join as well. You roll your eyes and tell him that he may change his mind after your potentially botched dye job makes him go bald. You continue back and forth with Kuroo until Bokuto comes out the shower.

“Ready for round two.” He winks at you suggestively.

“You know it.” You hop off the counter and he takes your place.

“Now its time for the dye,” He says grabbing a couple bottles and pouring them into a new mixing bowl, “Okay now apply this to where you just bleached.” You repeat the previous process. As you go you feel some wandering hands on you.

“Are you bored already.” You ask.

“Usually I do it so I’m busy focusing but now I’m just sitting here it feels so long.” He explains.

“I’m almost done,” You scoop up the last of the product from the mixing bowl, “and done!”

“Just have to wait another twenty minutes.” He mumbles playing with your hair.

“We should dye your hair,” He says excitedly, “Then we could match!”

“No way.” You say laughing.

Twenty minutes later and your back in the same position. Him showering and you sat on the counter. You two just talk about your days and anything else that comes up.

“Ooh I should order food for after,” You say grabbing your phone, “What do you want?”

“I’ve been craving a burger all day.” He says happy with that idea.

“Burgers it is.” You leave the bathroom to make a phone call for a delivery, already knowing his order. When you come back into the bathroom and Bokuto is out and drying his hair. You come up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist.

“Hey there.” He says over the noise of the hair dryer. He passes it to you, wordlessly asking you to do it. You have to push up onto you tippy toes but you manage. You run your fingers through his hair trying to get all of it dried. When it all looks dry you set the hair dryer down and try and spike it up a bit.

“It looks pretty good,” He compliments your work, “Not a good as when I do it though.” You smack his chest and leave for his bedroom, but you were pretty happy about his compliment. He comes up behind you and throws you onto the bed. You laugh at the sudden movement as he pounces on you. He rolls the two of you over so you are on top and lets you snuggle into his side.

You don’t mind how you spend your evenings as long as it is with him.

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shortyisweird9 · 3 years

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'Lonely ghost serie'

Building bridges- part IV

Tw⚠️: swearing

Corpse was panicking, his heart beating in his chest as his legs moved him one part of his secret room to the other.

The reason for his panick? You.

He wanted to speak with you more, he enjoyed the slightly pessimistic but still loveable personality you have, the voice changer being something he was curious about.

Why did you wear it? Do you really hate your voice? Or did something happened and now you are ashamed of it or were you more concerned about keeping the anonymity of your presence? The possibilities were endless and so the kind of message he wants to send you.

Should he say just hi? Should he introduce himself in a longer paragraph? Should he just...send you a meme? His mind inclined towards that more: I mean if she doesn't like memes, she isn't the one.

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You woke up with a startle when your phone decided to go off. You swore beneath your breath, your joints popping as you reach for your phone placed on the desk in front of you. Didi wasn't with you and right now you were too tired to care for it.

You moved your hair out of your face hissing when part of it tugged on your piercings. Your eyes leaking from the pain.

-Pentru numele Lui Dumnezeu.("For the love of God.")

You puffed your cheeks and closed your eyes when your head made the unfortunate contact with your bed frame, it seemed today was not your day.

You were send this:

"What the fuck?"

You giggled as you tried to come up with a response on your own.

You hoped this was the real Corpse not some fan account who tried to masquerade as him, last thing you need was some stranger to invade your private accounts.

You didn't made an account just for ghost since you didn't want to start a channel anyway. You have a lot on your plate between organising the festival and your numerous assignments, you didn't have the mental capacity and energy to entertain a mass of people even thought the idea interested you.

But leaving Corpse unanswered was a crime so you started to dig up through memes that will be matching his response.

Corpse in the meantime was freaking out, cursing at himself for thinking you wanted to chat with him. You already were a reserved person how dare he disturb your peace, how dare he comes in your DMs to only message you a lame ass-

Oh, you send him something back.

'You liked avocados, right? :))'

His heart melted for a bit but wait...he never said anything about avocados in that stream, he barely talked actually preferring to hear you tease and blame others. Does that...DOES THAT MEAN YOU WATCH HIS VIDEOS?

His hands shook in excitement, the smile in his face growing that means you probably liked him enough to continue to chat with him and he couldn't be more eager to.

'Yeah. I like pineapples too.'

'Pineapples? Even on pizza?'

'Especially on pizza!'

":)))). Okay, pineapple boy. I mean I don't personally like pineapples, I think I might be allergic to them actually but still...my mom likes pineapple on pizza tho."

'Sorry to hear that ,what fruits do you like ?'

Really, ' what fruits do you like'? Oh my fucking God , I swear to-

He facepalmed himself before paying attention to your conversation once again.

'Well,um I like peaches,bananas and mango and green grapes. Man, now I crave a bowl of peaches.'

'Mother I crave PeAcHeS.'

'Lol, yeah. Violence too.'

'Oh?'

'My neighbours been having a fucking sex orgy from how loud they were. Motherfuckers planning a milk farm.'

'Oh my god-ahahaha'

You sighed as you imagine him laughing, your knees melting everytime you heard him chuckle incoherently when he fails to swipe the card. Someone so precious,damn you need to be illegal.

'Up to play today?' He asked you.

You bit your thumb's nail,did you? I mean sure but your nerves were already extended to the max. Yesterday you went through an anxiety attack, but...

"Fuck it."

'Sure, I will love to.'

':) I'll send you the invitation soon.'

You sighed loudly as you held the phone as if it was the anchor that kept you from floating away. Smiling like an idiot.

Definitely, no one is allowed to make me feel this way.

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You remained silent as you held in the pain from hitting your right knee on the chair's holders.

"Hello! Ghost?"

It was Corpse and he sounded excited,was it because of you? Nah, he is just in a better mood.

You couldn't except the idea of someone loving you truthfully as more than a friend, you couldn't let yourself believe you are worthy of such love ,not from an angel like him.

"Y-Yeah, hold on. Auch, fir-ai tu de scaun!" You cursed forgetting that your mic was on and that Corpse couldn't understand you.

"Ah, what?"

Aw,shit. Here we go again...

"H-Hi ah I mean ,hello. Yeah, hello...Corpse."

"Hello to you too goofball. What was that you said?"

"Umm..."

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"So you were basically cursing out a chair?"

"He hit me first."

"Honey, baby, a chair cannot hit you. It's just an object, a piece of furniture. "

"Easy for you to say, your chair didn't send you flying on numerous times."

You both laughed at the stupidity of the situation, you certainly didn't think that Corpse will be the one who will finally notice your ongoing drama with the chair.

"I am just saying , if I am found murdered, you know who to blame."

He rolled his eyes at you. Such a drama queen.

"Why did I thought you were American tho? Rae never mention anything about this and you even have an accent. "

"Is it Russian?"

"No, but it's there."

"Some people thought I have a lisp. I mean they are not wrong ,I have a gap in my teeth but still..."

"Probably, anyway ready to hang out with the rest?"

"Y-Yeah."

"Hey,hey. Calm down, I am nervous just like you."

"Even when you know them?"

You hated how vulnerable you sounded but he loved it every second because it meant you trust him to show your nervousness with him. To show a version some bitches may find pathetic, but not him. Never him.

"Well, it's not exactly easy to play when a beautiful woman is by your side."

Ah! You sneaky little-

"Well, that goes both ways you know? Now lead the way, gorgeous. I want to see just how flustered I can make you."

The Adam's apple in his neck trembled as he swallowed his shock, the voice changer did nothing to hide the flirtation and mischief in your tone. It only accentuated them.

"Y-Yes ,ma'am. "

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"BOOYAH! That's how you do it! Man ,Corpse I wish I could high five you."

You jumped back into your chair, basking in his sounds of happiness and the sounds of disappointment of the others.

"Oh,man!"

"Sucks to suck, Sykkuno."

Another wave of 'huh' send you laughing head back.

"Aw,man. Not you too, Corpse."

"YOU CORRUPTED HIM!" Pooki accused you.

"No comment. Anyway ,guys, I seriously need to sleep tomorrow I have a huge lesson to attend to."

"That's sucks."

"Tell me about it." You giggled, your hands clasped into each other." Goodnight, guys."

"But it's--"

Oops , sorry Grease.

You stretched, your legs and lower back hurting from sitting in the same crossed position for 2 and a half hours.

A bing brought you from the realm of thoughts. It was from Corpse.

'I hope you had fun playing with us. :)'

'I did! Thanks for inviting me.'

'Of course! Hey, umm... can I ask you something?'

You titled your head, what could he want at 3 in the morning?

'Can we talk more tomorrow?'

Oh.

'Of course. Got me worried there for a second, I thought I did something wrong. '

'What no! You are fine.'

'Okay :)). Night.💗'

He sent you a voice message.

"Good night, baby."

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Hey guys!💖

Hope you liked the fourth part of the serie. If you have any questions, ask away. Memes are obviously not mine, I don't have the talent.

Btw. What's your zodiac sign? Answer if you'll like.

Stay safe!💗

Tagged 💖: @moolujk @magenta-skyline @yoyoanaria @cherry-piee @simonsbluee @gaysludge @yikesyikesyikes95

#corpse husband x reader #hopefully not cringy #fanfic #lonely ghost serie

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arhvste · 4 years

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Okay bear with me but may I request scenarios where kuroo, bokuto, and atsumu are doing the “He got all the drugs and I got all the guns” tik tok trend with their s/o (separately) and like they are wearing the whole shebang heels, dresses, crop tops, makeup, wigs ,etc that’s only if you want to of course n e ways have an awesome day🤩

OMG ARE U A MIND READER I’VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS AND SPECIFICALLY THESE BOYS DOING THIS TREND FOR WEEKS 🤯

just in case you didn’t know i’m referencing this trend 😼

KUROO, BOKUTO AND ATSUMU DOING THE FAMOUS (I’M THE ONE) TIKTOK TREND WITH THEIR S/O

KUROO

when you first show him the trend on tiktok he just laughs

then you suggest the two of you doing it and he goes quiet

he’s really thinking about it

he secretly is more than happy to do it with you

but he’ll find out how far he can tease you first

“and what do i get out of doing this?”

“spending quality time with the love of your life duh”

“it’s gonna take a bigger reward than that for the expense of me making a fool of myself online princess”

“PS5?”

then he’s like 👀

he wasn't expecting an actual good reward but if that’s what you’re willing to do for it

he won’t actually make you buy one for him don't worry

he’s just amused that you’re that adamant about doing it

he will absolutely let you pick out what clothes of his you want to wear

you’ll pick out what he wears from your wardrobe though because he is not about to stretch your cute clothes with his big body

you end up giving him an elasticated crop top and some loose baggy sweatpants

he will 100% let you do his make up and hold accessories

he is stunning with a natural make up look

a pretty highlight to his cheekbones, bridge and tip of his nose, inner corners of the eye and brow bone

light pink blush on his cheeks and nose

slim eyeliner and a light pink natural lip colour

he actually suggested wearing super obnoxious fake eyelashes

“i am NOT having you look like a tacky abg kuroo”

“but then we can say you’re a kevin nguyen, it fits”

‘nO!!”

to finish the look he’s holding a white clutch bag of yours

he almost looks seductive 👁👅👁

he actually looks so good in your outfit

“i think i pull this off better than you”

you’re wearing some training shorts, one of his favourite t shirts and a black nike cap

so you set your phone up and the music starts to play

immediately you two are in fits of giggles though

it takes you two approximately 8 attempts to finally get it right

and when you watch it back you’re in for a shock

kuroo can throw it BACK

he doesn’t even have a particularly noticeable ass

like he has one but it’s nothing like bokuto’s

but when he throws it back his ass is thicccccc

even he’s surprised at how well he pulls it off

he pulls the whole routine off

from the way his hips seductively sway, the pure sass in his walk as he struts into the camera frame and the way he rolls his body

honestly you think he makes a better girl than you

“good aren’t i? god i could almost date myself”

“yeah if you’re into 6″2 hairy girls with a hyena laugh”

he’s looking down at his very manly and unshaven legs

“let me shave it and i’d date myself”

you guys upload it and you’re a hit

“let’s move to LA right now tell the hype house they’ve got two new members joining”

“kuroo, i am NOT joining the hype house and neither are you. 😐”

overall i really think you guys would have fun with this trend and kuroo makes sure to send the video to both of your families who enjoy watching it as much as you guys enjoyed making it

“the roles have reversed i’m your pretty girl now y/n~”

BOKUTO

he’s the one who brings it up to you

“babe look at this we HAVE to try it please please please!”

you laugh at him and agree to it

he is so excited he already knows what choreography he is doing

you guys go to get changed and he lets you pick whatever you want out of his wardrobe

this boy is pure muscle he is huge

anything of his you wear will be like a dress on you

regardless you still take your time deciding what you want to wear

PLEASE pick his volleyball jersey and shorts he will literally cry from happiness

it would make his whole year

so you do just that

he is literally melting at the sight of you in his volleyball uniform

“BABY YOU HAVE TO WEAR THAT TO ALL MY MATCHES”

“-but you’ll be wearing it... at your matches... when you play 👁👄👁”

so bokuto will not be fitting into your tight fitting clothes that's for sure

but he will happen to fit into one of your cute flirty sundresses where the top half is made to be able to adjust the size

he is twirling around and flicking the skirt about once you manage to wrangle him in it

he’s like a giddy school girl

again, he will definitely be up for you to apply make up on him

nothing too heavy but just enough so you can tell he’s wearing some

pretty light yellow eyeshadow, highlighted features and faded eyeliner

you pull his hair into two tight little buns

he’s really feeling the part now

so you guys go to film the tiktok and he is jumping around like an excited kid

you manage to film your parts pretty well first try but he isnt too happy with his performance

“i don't know i just feel like i could’ve thrown it back a bit more”

so you refilm until he is content with his part

which by the way is after 14 tries so thank the lords you are patient when it comes to him

it is so worth it though

the practices paid tf off because bokuto is throwing his cake about like nobodies business

he be serving a piece for everyone fr

immediately after you film it he wants to show akaashi

to which akaashi isn't surprised when he watches it

he does snicker at his phone when he does watch it though

neither you or bokuto really care about views etc

this was all just for fun after all but you upload it anyway not giving it much thought

and just like that the two of you are an overnight sensation

comments are flooding the notifications

“his ass routine? drop it noW!!”

“what's his work out routine i need cake like his 😩😩”

“my boyfriend said he has a fatter ass than me so im currently crying 😔🤚🏽”

the nekoma, fukurodani and karasuno boys are BUGGIN tf out

they're all calling you and sending you the video for confirmation that it is actually you two

it’s not like bokuto is hard to tell apart but they still want your confirmation

“REMEMBER ME WHEN YOU’RE FAMOUS BOKUTO-SAN!!”

“OF COURSE HINATA WHEN WE’RE RICH WE’LL ADOPT YOU CAN LET YOU MOVE INTO OUR TIKTOK MANSION!”

he is SUCH a child but he’s the man child you fell in love with

needless to say this video will be played at the wedding and anniversaries to come

ATSUMU

atsumu is constantly irritating you to be one of those tiktok couples with him

he’s convinced the two of you were made for the tiktok lifestyle

everytime you roll your eyes and decline

but you decide to give him the opportunity when a certain trend catches your eye

“baby, when i said i wanted to be tiktok famous i meant like the dances n cute videos where people compliment us n call us hot. this aint it chief”

“fine then, guess i’ll ask samu”

he doesn't even give u the chance to get up after you say that

“no nO I”LL DO IT 😠”

he is reluctant at first

ideally he wanted to make the tiktoks where you’re the one throwing it back on him not vice versa

anything to make you happy though i guess

he will pick out both of your outfits

if he’s going to do this tiktok, the least he’s going to make sure of is that you both fit his aesthetic

so you’re wearing typical clothes he’d wear to the gym

his gym clothes are actually stylish though

you will NOT catch atsumu wearing anything ugly that includes gym clothes

unlike a certain other setter who thought wearing plaid shorts was acceptable cough cough oikawa

he chooses to wear a tight dress

it’s stretchy though so don’t worry he isn't stretching out and ruining your clothes

“why are you wearing that? you can see a little too much there ratsumu”

“uh so people can see you have a boyfriend that's obviously packin heat 🙄”

“i hate you 😀”

he is hesitant about wearing make up

but you explain to him since you’re doing it you might aswell go all out so he finally gives in

you won’t put a lot on him though just to compromise with him slightly

light highlight, blended out eyeliner, natural lip colour

he’s surprisingly impressed and pulls out his phone to take a few selfies before getting ready to film the ‘stupid’ video with you

he insists he doesn't need to practice

“im good at everythin’ i do and everyone is gonna see that when we film this shit”

surprisingly it does only take you guys one attempt to get it right

atsumu is good at body rolls periodt

he can throw it back

but his body rolls chileee

he looks flexible asf

he is serving absolute attitude

you also did take notice of him using one hand to slyly cover his private area out of modesty though

because he found you were in fact right about how that dress really did show everything

he incorporates it well into his choreography though nobody would be able to tell he was trying to cover himself

“baby we look so fuckin hot. im talkin more bout me but you’re still sexy too”

he adds so many hashtags to the caption

#couple #hot #imhotter #fyp #foryoupage #tiktokcouple #couplegoals #hotboy #sexyboy #hotathlete #attractivemale #eboy #trending #makeusfamous

you just roll your eyes and let him get on with it

im so sorry but you guys don’t get many views

atsumu is pissed

“we put so much effort in why’s it not gettin attention?!”

“calm down babe we only posted it 2 minutes ago”

give it a few days and you guys do blow up though

im talking 867K likes

and to atsumu’s delight the comments are mostly complimenting you both

“told ya this was a good idea”

“it was my idea?? 😐”

requests are open!!

#kuroo tetsurou #kuroo x reader #kuroo x you #kuroo hcs #kuroo scenario #bokuto koutaro #bokuto x reader #bokuto x you #bokuto hcs #bokuto scenario #miya atsumu #atsumu x reafer #atsumu x you #atsumu hcs #atsumu scenarios #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu hcs

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sery-chan-13 · 3 years

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Stay High

Karube Daikichi × Reader

Based off this song

No, because It's a three am sad thought that should have been kept in my head. This is totally not based off of my deepest darkest feeling and fears. Anyways, ignore that. Um... yeah.

Warnings: Episode 3 spoilers, Manga spoilers, weed, smoking, suicide (this went darker than I intended, ok?), and another terrible attempt at angst :)

"Karu! For the last time, we're not getting a freaking parrot!" You scolded. "Aww, why not babe? They're cute," he said, pouting. You smiled kissing him quickly. "... I'll think about it," you said, before heading out. "I think that means we will have a-" "Don't push your luck babe. I'll see you after work."

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"And here is my attempt at trying to be nice. Happy anniversary!" You chirped, sliding a rather large gift his way. It had a draped cover over it, so he couldn't see inside. He looked at you suspiciously, slowly taking it in his hands. You had a camera in your hands, and we're smirking. He didn't trust that smirk. "Why do you have that camera?" He asked, nodding to it. "Just filming. It's a special day babe," you said, hiding your smile. "Can i-" "Don't you dare shake it-" He raised his hands in mock surrender, before slowly lifting the sheet.

You saw the smile that spread across his face. "I said I'd think about it," you said. He stood up, pulling your waist into him. He kissed you softly, making you smile in your head. "I'm guessing this means you like your gift?" You asked, a smirk on your face. "It's a fucking parrot, hell yeah I like it," he said. You laughed, pressing a kiss to his temple.

Tears blurred your vision, falling onto the screen of the camera. Had it really been a year since then?

"Ok, now I get to film you! Welcome to day 1 of our roadtrip, I don't know where we're going, but we'll find out soon enough," Karube said, turning the camera to face him. He then turned it to face you. You were putting your luggage into the trunk of your car, and looked up with a smile, giving the camera a peace sign. The parrot, who you two decided to name Nijiko after much deliberation due to its coloring, squawked on your shoulder. You smiled. "Yes, you'll be going to day care for a while Nijiko," you spoke to the bird, petting it's beak softly. The bird shivered. "Day care? Nijiko day care?" It squawked, tilting it's head to the side. You nodded. "Yes, smart bird. Nijiko is going to daycare," you praised. "I sometimes wonder if she loves the bird more than me. The answer is yes. Yes she does," Karube said, laughing as you spoke to the bird.

"Update, it's been 4 hours, and we are in the middle of no where. The child(the bird) has been dropped off at day care... well boarding? For the week. The music's pretty good though, and this angel next to me is still here, so we're all good," he said. He was really serious about filming this. "Babe, why are you filming this again?" You asked, reaching to grab his hand on the center console. "Because memories baby girl," he responded, kissing the back of your hand as it was intertwined with his. You laughed, blowing him a kiss, turning your attention back to the road.

"Day 3 of our roadtrip, (Y/N) is deciding on what to wear, but as I've told her, she looks great in everything," he stated. You flipped him off, picking out something to wear finally. "Wowwwww, I can really feel the love," he said sarcastically, holding a hand to his chest dramatically. "Shut up, you know I love you," you said, rolling your eyes. "I know you do. Who wouldn't love me?" he joked. "I don't know babe. Watch it though, 'cause you're mine~!"

"Ok, it's a few hours later, (Y/N) is getting snacks, and I'm super nervous, because of this," he said, talking to camera. He pulled out a small box, showing the ring to the camera. "I've been documenting this whole thing like a maniac, because I didn't want her to be suspicious. But anyways, yeah... I've been thinking about it for a while, seeing as we've been together since high school. I am terrified, in all honesty," he rambled, running a hand through his hair. He put the small box back to where you wouldn't find it, but he wouldn't lose it. He saw you walking back to the car, and smiled. You opened the door, giving him a weird look. "You're filming again?" You questioned. He nodded. "You love the sound of your voice don't you?" You asked with a smile. He laughed, "Not as much as I love yours."

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He placed the camera was on a nearby fence post, facing you two, close enough to see and hear both of you. He started recording, and gave a thumbs up to the camera. You looked out to the water, admiring the hues of blue. The water crashed into the shore, spraying you with water. "You know when we get married, I'm definitely going to take you here again," he said. You kept looking out at the water, not noticing him. "When we get married? You already have this planed?" You laughed. You turned to face him, not seeing him at eye level. You looked down, and your eyes widened. "As I was saying, when we get married-" he started, getting interrupted when you jumped onto him, throwing your arms around his neck. You both fell to the sand, and you two couldn't help but laugh. "Are you serious? Like, really?" You asked, tears in your eyes. "Yeah, I'm serious. (Y/N), you've been with me for what seems like forever. I love you so much, and I want to be yours forever. Just as much as you'll be mine. So... would you do me the honor, and marry me?" He asked. He might have sounded confident, but he was shaking on the inside. The tears in your eyes fell, and you laughed nodding. "Yes, a million times yes," you said. He laughed, letting out a sigh of relief. You hugged him tightly, your head in the crook of his neck. "Forever and ever?" You whispered. "Forever and ever."

You looked down at the ring on your finger, crying even harder. His side of the bed stayed empty, no one would ever be able to sleep there. Not even you. His side of the room stayed untouched. The same way it had been left that morning. Before the accident.

"(Y/N)... I know you're sad, but this isn't healthy for you... just... call me back once you get this," Arisu sighed. "No answer again?" Usagi asked, placing a hand on his shoulder. He shook his head. "She's been with our group as long as I can remember. And she's been... she had been... with Karube even longer. If it's hard on me, I can't believe how hard it must be on her," Arisu explained. Usagi pressed a kiss to his cheek. "I'm sure she's fine. All people cope with things differently. Just give her space."

You were most definitely not fine. The grief that filled you everytime you saw Arisu's name on your phone, when you looked at anything that once belonged to Karube. For the first time in the past few weeks, you wandered into the kitchen, and saw the binder filled with the ideas you two had for the wedding. You looked away, tears filling your eyes once more. You couldn't escape the sorrow that had filled your life. It seemed like he was everywhere. Even when you turned on the damn TV the news was talking about the incident. The names of the victims would pop up with pictures, and you would quickly turn it off. You grabbed the folder, ripping up all the papers in there, shredding them to bits in a fit of sadness. You dropped to your knees, holding the final piece of paper. You sniffled, wiping your eyes, looking down. It was in Karube's hand writing, and you took a deep breath. Eventually, you would have to read these things. Eventually, you would have to clean up his side of the room. You decided to start off small. By reading whatever this was.

'I may not be good at expressing my feelings, and this is not going to be the first time you've all heard me tell you how wonderful this woman is, and how much I love her. It certainly won't be the last, if I have any say in it. To which I do. If I could go back to the day we met, and you told me I would be marrying her, I would believe it. Because I've loved you from day one (Y/N). And now, I'll have you. Forever and ever.'

- Karube (rough draft, don't let (Y/N) find this)

You whimpered, holding the piece of paper to your chest. This was too much for you. You needed a distraction.

"Eh, just give me the money, no one will ever know," the woman said. You gave her the money, and she passed you a bag. "I promise it gets better dear. And be careful with that," she said sweetly. You nodded, your face so devoid of any emotion, it was hard to tell if you were still alive. Your world felt so numb to any emotion but hurt.

The burn of the smoke in your throat was satisfying. For the first time since his death, you felt something. Your eyes lazily looked up, staring at the ceiling. The smell of the weed filled up the room and you rolled your eyes. For once the pain was gone. You couldn't think of anything in the moment other than being hungry. The first time in weeks that had happened.

That was your new routine. Wake up, lounge around, look through the videos and pictures of both of you, get high of your mind. It was the only way you'd forget. Was it healthy? No. Did you care? Also no. You started ignoring Arisu's calls, messages, and voice mails. Leaving them unseen, and unheard. He was worried, and Usagi had gotten worried as well, even though she'd only met you once at the hospital. You seemed like a pleasant person, and according to Arisu, you never left someone in the dark that long. You would usually respond quickly if you weren't at work. But, do to the incident, there wasn't work for a few weeks. That made him worry.

When he found out why you weren't answering, he was shocked. Your apartment wasn't exactly a mess. There were a few papers scattered in the kitchen, and uncollected mail, but other than that, your apartment was clean. He was so confused, hearing you giggling and talking to yourself in your room.

He knocked on the door, opening it slowly. "(Y-y/N)?" He asked hesitantly. You looked up, your eyes lazy and red. The smell of weed in your room was strong, the smoke going out of the window. How long had you been doing this? Had it become self destructive? These were questions he asked himself before seeing you doze off to sleep.

"What the hell were you thinking (Y/N)! You can't- you can't destroy your life over it! I- I was so worried! I've already lost two friends, I can't lose you too!" He scolded. It was a few hours later, and your high had passed. "Why do you care?" You snapped, the conversation being boring to you. The hurt you hadn't felt in weeks came back. He was back in your mind, not as your wonderful fiancé, but as the man you had lost. The man who you had to bury in the ground. It was horrible. Your mind hated the images of his body, lifeless and devoid of his usual smile. You hated it. Absolutely despised it.

"Because you're my friend! You've been my friend since high school! I know it hurts (Y/N), believe me I know, but you can't destroy your fucking life and mental health!" He scolded. It was so unfair to you, in your head. That he was saying something like that. "You want to know what's really destroying my mental health?! Not having him anymore! The fact that he's dead, and I can't- I can't-" you couldn't finish your sentence. Arisu felt bad, but this was an intervention. He had to be a bit forceful for you to stop. "Karube wouldn't want you to do this," he said softly. You felt more tears fall. But you didn't know how to deal with this. "How do you know what he wants?! He's dead!" You screamed. "H-hes dead," you whispered, your voice breaking. Arisu hugged you tightly as you cried. "Can I just know why?" He asked. "He's gone, and I have to stay high all the time to keep him off my mind. Gotta stay high... all my life to forget I'm missing him," you whispered. It was true. It was the only way you could feel something other than pain. The smoke made your mind hazy, and your sadness drifted away. But it wasn't healthy. And it would never be. "It gets better (Y/N)... please, just... stay with me for a week. So I can have peace of mind?"

2 years later

You sat on the sand of the beach, the waves crashed onto the rocks nearby, and a breeze blew the salt water into your face. You looked down at the ring on your finger, sighing at the sight of the shiny gem. You smiled sadly, pressing a kiss to it. "Soon my darling... soon we'll be together again. Forever and ever."

Because the high kept him off your mind, you didn't learn how to cope any other way. The only way was to feel any other pain. You had tried to meet other people, but no one was ever as good. You couldn't even talk to other guys without feeling guilt. It felt wrong. It was like whatever you did, you couldn't get over it. At all. In fact, it had gotten worse over the years. Especially on the yearly anniversary of the incident. Reporters would go to your home and ask you questions, seeing as people had asked you while you were in the hospital. How we're you supposed to get over it when you were reminded constantly?

So there was no thoughts in your head as you walked into the water. It was cold, shocking you. If you didn't drown, you'd die of hypothermia. And that was fine with you.

Forever and ever, no?

Ok, ok, ok.... wow, wowowowowow, this was a three am sad thought that did not have to be written, ok, um wow... that was darker than I intended, holy shit-

I promise I'm done with the terrible attempts at angst, and I promise I'm working on the my other oneshots/books. It's just that when I have an idea, I need to write it before I forget.

Remember that people love you, even if you think no one does, I promise you they do. If you really need help, please find it, and if you would like, I'm always glad to talk to people if they need my help.

#alice in borderland #×reader #spotify #Karube Daikichi #angst?#three am thoughts are hard to deal with #im honestly proud of this one

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tangledstarlight · 3 years

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it’s me, here again. with another jatp 5+1 this time it’s for flynn tho! this one comes with a special shout out to @nerdyleafeon and insteadofjust_invisible (on ao3, if you have a tumblr hmu and i’ll link it!!) for their suggestions for flynn and her putting other people first and her watching julie struggle to pick up music. i kinda tried to incorporate both?

(as a wee disclaimer: i don't think flynn has depression, i think she just pushes all her own feelings aside so often in favour of someone elses that they're bound to all come bursting out at some point. (and this is totally me projecting because i too burst into tears on my friends once because i'm terrible at expressing my own emotions) BUT if you read it as her having depression that is fine too!!and if anyone ever wants to talk because they're sad/lonely/lost/whatever, my inbox on here or discord is always open if people want to talk. bottling things up is never good, especially given the current global situation. don't be afraid to talk to someone 💕)

ANYWAY!!! it’s 5+1 flynn centric and hope people like it!!!

also on ao3 (link in replies)

trigger warnings! death mentions (because they’re ghosts (also her mother is yknow. dead)), mild swearing, references to depression.

one.

It had been an accident.

The two of them had been playing, running around the house and jumping on the sofas - even though they knew they weren’t allowed to - and throwing pillows at each other and giggling loudly. Flynn had ducked down, holding her middle as she laughed when a pillow had sailed past her left shoulder. Going off course and knocking a vase of flowers off the windowsill and smashing on the floor.

Tears had immediately started gathering in her little sister's eyes and Flynn jumped straight into action. She’d never been able to stand when someone started crying.

“It’s okay! Don’t worry, you just stay on that side of the room. I’ll get the broom,” she jumped off the sofa, biting her lip as she inspected the mess and mentally adding paper towels to her list of things to get, before turning to run out of the room.

Only to skid to a stop, eyes wide as she found her mom stood in the doorway. Arms crossed over her chest, glasses pushed up into her hair, single eyebrow raised and head tilted in the way that Flynn knew meant big trouble.

Like, no ice cream trouble.

“What’s going on here? And why is Bailey standing on the table?” Her eyes go from looking at Bailey directly to the flowers on the floor, a pool of water slowly making its way towards the rug through the obstacle course of vase shards.

Flynn knows that there’s no way to avoid or get out of this, someone is getting in trouble and getting no ice cream after dinner, and she can still see Bailey’s big scared eyes in her head. So she shifts from foot to foot and makes a split second decision without thinking about it.

“It’s my fault! We were playing and I accidentally hit the vase and I told Bailey to get on the table so she wouldn’t get hurt or her socks wet and I’m sorry! I was going to clean it up,” the words rush out of her in almost one breath and she’s panting a little at the end.

For a moment her mom just looks at her, a look that says she knows that’s not the whole truth, but Flynn doesn’t back down. She stands a little bit taller, tries to make herself seem more grown up, but being eight years old and wearing mismatched socks with a green tutu, it's hard to be taken seriously.

“It wasn’t Bailey's fault mom,” she stands by her story and, seeming to realise it, her mom just sighs, uncrossing her arms and running one over her face.

“Okay. Okay, go get the broom. And some paper towels.” She calls after her, because Flynn had heard the first ‘okay’ and started moving again, heading to the kitchen in search of tools.

When she got back to the living room her mom was kneeling next to the broken vase, carefully picking up the bigger pieces and putting them on an old magazine she’d pulled off the table while Bailey hovered on the other side of the room, her eyes still wide.

Flynn shot her a smile, hoped it was reassuring and went to help her mom. Handing paper towels over when asked and carefully picking up the flowers, one by one.

“You know this means no ice cream, don’t you?” Her mom said eventually, when the broken vase was cleared away and all that was left was a very shiny spot of wood.

Flynn looked up at her and found her mom already looking back, giving her one final chance to come clean about her sister's part in the accident, she thinks. But Flynn just nods her head, shrugging both shoulders as she holds damp tissues in both hands. Missing out on ice cream for one night is worth it if Bailey doesn’t get in trouble or start crying.

“I know. Sorry, again.” She adds, tugging her lips into a small apologetic smile. For the mess, maybe a little for lying too. Her mom just sighs, but she smiles too, brushes some of Flynn’s hair out of her face and starts to stand up.

“Go put that in the bin. And no more jumping on the sofa!”

two.

Some days, and she couldn’t explain why, were just bad days.

There wasn’t really any explanation for it, Flynn just got kind of sad.

Kind of lonely.

Kind of quiet.

It felt like her head was too loud and her heart was too empty. And there was a gaping hole in her gut and that the world was spinning on a slightly different axis to her.

Everything was just a little off balance and she needed to hold on to something to steady herself.

It was a strange feeling. Like there was too much of her and too little all at the same time.

That she wanted to curl up in her bed and cry, but that she also wanted to sit with her friends and laugh because there wasn’t really anything wrong with her.

It was the kind of day that she just couldn’t explain to anyone without sounding weird. Or like she was asking for attention. Which she wasn’t. She didn’t want people’s sympathy or attention or special treatment. She just– she was sad .

And it made no sense because she didn’t have anything to be sad about.

Her family was still whole and together, unlike Carrie’s. She knew her mom loved her, knew that her dad would be picking her up after school, knew that her sister would watch all the music videos she wanted with her. She knew that when she got home all her family would be there.

Her family weren’t scheduling their lives around doctors appointments like Julie’s. They weren’t worrying about test results or medical bills or how much time there might be for them to do all the things they wanted to do. There was no dark cloud hanging over their lives.

So how could Flynn be sad when her life wasn’t all that bad?

There was no darkness lurking in the corners of her house or quite over the breakfast table. Things were fine. Her life was happy .

And yet. It was a bad day.

It was a bad day, but Julie and Carrie were having worse days. So Flynn did what she always did. She pushed down her feelings of being too lonely, too quiet, too loud, too much. She put a smile on her face, wrapped an arm around both of the girls and made a fool proof plan of fun for the afternoon.

Her bad day would pass. It always did. And until it did she could pretend everything was fine. That she was happy. That there wasn’t anything wrong. Because there wasn’t. Not really.

three.

Flynn had never been to a funeral until the day she’d gone to Mrs Molina’s. Anytime she’d worn an all black outfit before it had been a fashion choice. Or for Halloween. Or a performance for school.

There’s a black dress that hangs in the back of her wardrobe now, and everytime she sees it, Flynn feels a little sick.

She gets the same sort of sick feeling every time she sees Julie sitting in the back of the music classroom. Eyes down, hair in front of her face, notebook unopened. The first few weeks Flynn hadn’t been too worried.

No one had really been too worried.

Because everything was still fresh and real and new. No one had pushed her. No one had thought she wouldn’t come back to music eventually.

Because she was Julie and it was music.

But then it’s been five months and Flynn is still looking at Julie, eyes on the ground, hair hiding her face, notebook in her bag. She comes into the classroom, sits in the back, shakes her head when Miss Harrison asks if she’s ready.

Flynn knows that she’s still not been in the studio garage, because she is still watering the plants, and the piano has a fine layer of dust and there’s a song still unsung on top.

Julie hasn’t played or sang or hummed a note in six months. She’s falling apart a little bit at a time.

And Flynn doesn’t know how to help.

Doesn’t know what to say or to do or how hard to push. It’s a fine line, she knows, between forcing her before she’s ready and letting the silence drag on too long. Flynn just doesn’t know where the line is.

(A part of her worries, a small part in the back of her mind that’s always ready to pop in unasked, that maybe Carrie would know what to do. Maybe Carrie, who had known Julie, had known Mrs Molina, all her life, would have been able to help in a way that Flynn isn’t.)

She’s walking into the music room one day at lunch, looking for her hat that she’s 73% sure she left on her chair when she comes to a stop in the doorway. Because Julie is sitting at the piano, the lid up and her fingers hovering over the keys. There’s a furrow between the other girls eyes and even from this distance Flynn can see there are tears running down her cheeks.

Flynn bites her lip and backs out of the room. Her hat will still be there later and this isn’t a time to push Julie.

By month seven when even Miss Harrisons patients is starting to wear a little thin, Flynn starts to make plans. Ways to help Julie play again. Or even listen to music again.

She decides to start small.

A walk along the beach where she knew that busker Julie liked always played.

Maybe they’d stop by that little music shop on the way home because Flynn needed to pick up some new strings.

Maybe drop some hints about a band they both liked going on tour.

Without even realising it Julie will be surrounded by music again and realise how much she misses it.

“Come to the beach with me on Saturday?” It’s the first thing she says when she sits down at lunch. Julie looks up from her sandwich, brows drawn together but there’s a hint of a smile.

“Do I have a choice?”

“Nope!” Flynn pops the ‘p’ and smiles wide (she’s making up for all the half smiles and no smiles that Julie gives out these days, she makes hers bigger, wider, gives them out more often. She knows when things get better Julie will repay the favour), stealing a few grapes from the plate in front of Julie and popping them in her mouth.

“Guess I’ll see you at the beach on Saturday then.”

The day starts out good.

They lounge round the beach, build terrible sandcastles and laugh at the tourists trying to take artistic shots in front of the sea. Then, at exactly 12:15 the busker arrives and sets up, starts playing his usual list of classic 80’s and early 2000’s bops. Flynn nods her head along with one of her favourites and watches from the corner of her eye as Julie gets a far away look in her eyes, fingers stilling where they’d been running through the sand.

They stay for a little longer, the busker playing through three songs before Julie lets out a shaky breath and turns to look at her, eyes a little watery but smiling that half smile she’s gotten so good at.

“Lunch?” She asks, head tilting and pointing over her shoulder in the vague direction of their favourite lunch spot.

“Sure. Oh! Hey, I need to stop by a store on the way, is that okay?”

“That’s fine,” and Julie is already stuffing her towel in her bag and dusting sand off her shorts.

They’re half a block away from the store when Julie seems to realise just where they’re headed, and Flynn can tell because her steps seem to get a little slower and her fingers clutch at her bag a little tighter. By the time they’re stood outside the little second hand music shop – Ron’s Relic Records, they’d never met Ron himself, but his record collection was definitely full of relic’s as far as Flynn could tell – Julie’s fingers have grown pale from where she’s holding her bag strap and her lip is clamped between her teeth.

“I’m– I’ll wait out here. Don’t want to drag sand through Ron’s,” Julie bites her lip, eyes looking up at the worn sign of the store and avoiding the old posters and ticket stubs displayed on the windows. Flynn swallows the sigh she wants to let out, and stops herself from commenting how there’s already sand covering the carpet. Instead she nods and gives her friend a thumbs up.

“Sure! I’ll be quick!”

Ten minutes later and Flynn is exiting the shop to find Julie leaning against the wall with her eyes staring straight ahead.

So maybe the music store hadn’t gone exactly as planned, but that was okay, Flynn had more plans, more tricks, more ideas. Shouldering her bag and plastering a smile on her face she comes to a stop next to Julie.

“Okay, lunch now!” And they start walking, idly small talk that feels awkward and Flynn doesn’t know how to fix that either. “You’ll never guess what I saw in the shop, you remember th–” but Julie cuts her off before she can even finish her sentence or her master plans can be put into action.

“Flynn I think I’m gonna head home. Not feeling too great.”

Flynn knows she’s lying, can see it in her eyes. Julie has always been a terrible liar, her face gives everything away, and normally Flynn is always glad to see her try, unless she’s lying to her. Then she just finds it rude.

“Are–” Flynn starts, but cuts herself off when she looks at Julie properly. At the red eyes, the chapped lips, the death like grip she has on her bag.

It’s possible, Flynn rationalises, that she’s pushed too hard today. She wants Julie to find joy in music again, but she doesn’t want to force it. So she takes a deep breath and links their arms together, squeezing her forearm.

“Okay. Hey, do you think your dad will make us pancakes, since we’ve not had lunch?”

“Probably,” Julie nods, her voice a little quiet but Flynn’s pretty sure she can hear the relief in it too. Relief that Flynn isn’t going to make her talk, relief that she can go home and that Flynn is coming too, relief that for now, the subject of music is being paused.

It’s only been seven months after all, Flynn doesn’t think you can put a timetable on something like this. So she’ll keep trying and supporting and holding her hand.

One day, Julie Molina will play again, and Flynn is going to be there to see it.

four.

The thing is, after seeing Julie and her ghosts perform, Flynn realises that there’s something special about them.

And it’s more than just the fact that they got her to sing again after a whole year of silence. It's more than the chemistry that is undeniable between Julie and Luke. It’s more than the way people have flocked to support them.

They’ve made her smile again. Really, truly, fully smile. Wide and happy and full of light in a way that Flynn hasn’t seen her smile in well over a year.

(They’ve got her to sing and play and smile in less than a month when Flynn hadn’t even managed to get a hum in a year. She’s trying not to think about that.)

So yeah, they might be ghosts.

And they can’t be seen without Julie or playing music.

And sure there’s the whole ‘can’t touch anyone’ thing.

And being in their band means Julie is off the market, music wise.

But Julie is smiling and singing and writing songs and playing again. And if the price of that is Double Trouble being left behind, well, Flynn supposes she can deal with that.

Even if it sucks.

Because Double Trouble, it was going to be their thing . They were going to be amazing and spectacular and way better than Dirty Candi. They were going to write awesome songs and produce the coolest music videos and tour all around the world.

Double Trouble had been the dream since they were six years old.

A part of her, a small yet loud part of her, was shouting about how unfair it all was. That Carrie could be a bitch to them but still have a kickass group. That Julie could not play for a year but somehow stumble into a ready made band with ready made chemistry.

And what did Flynn get? Nothing.

The leftover scraps of a childhood dream.

She’s not sure what to do with the scraps either. Does she put them together and hope there’s enough left for a solo act? Hope she can take the concept and find her own band? Hope that maybe one day the ghosts will pass on and Double Trouble can raise from the ashes?

Okay, so that last hope was mean and maybe a little dark. She didn’t want to get her band with Julie just because she’d lost three people important to her.

The thoughts nag at her for days, though. The what if’s and the hopes and the mean thoughts. She’s outside the garage, trying to push them into the back of her mind and put on a smile for when she walks in there. She can already hear the faint sounds of instruments tuning and then the low murmur of voices joining.

“Is Flynn coming today? She was going to show me how that Ticking Tok thing worked.'' That was Reggie’s voice, she could tell (when had she learnt to tell their voices apart anyway?). And there, faintly but becoming stronger she could hear Luke replying.

“She said she was, right? Because I’ve got this cool new song idea I want her to look at, there’s this part in the chorus that I think she’d be perfect for.”

Flynn thinks he says something else, she can hear Julie replying, Alex laughing. But she can’t make out any of the words because she’s so caught up on the idea that they were waiting for her.

That they wanted her help with something, had plans that involved her.

And she remembers then, that there’s something magical about Julie and her boys. And that maybe Double Trouble wasn’t meant to be, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t part of the band.

In fact it made her a pretty important part of the band, given that she was one of two people who could actually be seen by people all the time. Plus, she was the only one with any kind of social media following, so really, they would be lost without her.

This time, when she puts a smile on her face it doesn’t feel forced and she suddenly feels more relaxed then she has in weeks.

Pushing open the doors Flynn is greeted by Alex sitting at his drums as Luke waves a notebook at him while he plucks idly at the strings of his guitar and Julie has her phone out, trying to explain something to Reggie that just has him looking confused.

“I’m here, the party can begin!” She declares, grinning at them even as she flips her hair over one shoulder. And they grin at her, all four of them and Flynn feels bad for ever hoping for a day that the three ghosts would pass over.

five.

Flynn isn’t trusting by nature. She’s careful with who she loves and lets into her heart. Not out of any real past hurt or trauma, she’s just cautious.

She has to be cautious, because Julie opens her heart – and home, apparently – to anyone. She’s trusting and forgiving and so damn kind that Flynn, well, Flynn has to keep her guard up in case it all falls apart.

It’s why she’s always got an eye on the way Luke looks at Julie when he thinks no one is watching – and it’s awfully handy that they’re becoming visible and tangible randomly now, because she can keep an even better eye on things – and it’s not because Flynn thinks he has bad intentions.

But he’s a ghost and Julie isn’t, and if someone is getting hurt badly in this scenario it’s going to be Julie.

And Flynn made a promise a long time ago that she’d not let Julie get hurt if she can help it. She couldn’t stop the pain when her mom died and she couldn’t help when music seemed to leave her and she couldn’t halt any of the tears when Carrie said what she said.

But maybe she could stop an impending heartbreak before it got too bad. And then they played The Orpheum and could be touched and sometimes seen and Flynn really got to know them and realised that a heartbreak was coming one way or another. She couldn't protect Julie from that.

She could, however, protect her from Carrie.

Julie might have been able to take Carrie’s apology, her peace offering, her attempts at making amends and forgive. But Flynn still remembers crawling under the covers with Julie, the two of them crying and holding hands and whispering all their worries. Mrs Molina had been there to help pick up the pieces, to hug them and make them laugh and blow off steam with loud music.

There’s no Mrs Molina now, and Mr Molina has always tried to find the middle ground in their fights, even when they were kids and now Carrie is sitting across from her at the dining room table while they wait for the others.

They look at each other, neither wanting to be the first to look away, to break eye contact. It’s awkward in a way that Flynn rarely feels awkward.

Because she doesn’t know what to say.

Because she doesn’t know how to act.

Because she doesn’t know how Julie can let go of the past so easily despite knowing everything that she does.

Carrie spent two and half years being a total bitch to them both. Rude and obnoxious and unhelpful at every turn. Like they hadn’t been friends for nearly ten years when she’d brought it crashing down around them.

“You’re staying for the rehearsal?” Flynn forces the question past her lips, tries for civil and polite and making an effort. Because Julie has tried to forgive her and they were friends once, best friends, and maybe there’s a chance they can be something like that again.

“Julie said it was okay. There was a song they wanted to show me? I think Luke said it one my dad stole, but they perform it better.” And she says it so casually ‘one my dad stole’, like it’s no big deal that he profited off of stolen work, that Flynn has to clench her jaw to keep from saying something mean.

She’s glad she does, because then she notices the way Carrie is fiddling with the edge of the table cloth, the way she’s lowered her gaze and, when she replays the words, the way she stuttered, just a little on the word ‘dad’ .

So maybe Carrie has changed, Flynn decides. Or maybe change is the wrong way to put it, maybe she’s just reverted back.

Back to when they were thirteen and over excited and jumping around her living room until Flynn’s mom had come in to tell them off, Carrie had dropped immediately, eyes down cast and biting her lip.

Back to when they were ten and Julie’s mom had dropped them both off at school and Carrie had been sad and she’d told her hesitantly about how her mom had left .

Back to when they were six and the first thing anyone said to her on her first day of school was that ‘I like your bag! Do you want to be friends?’ and Carrie has pulled her over to where Julie was colouring on the floor.

“It’s probably because they have so much time to practice. They’re so lucky, not having to go to school,” it’s an attempt at a joke, small and only half true. But it’s an offering.

Flynn’s eyes are still on Carrie so she notices the moment the other girl looks up, the slight sparkle in her gaze and the way her lips twitch, just a little. Accepting the offering.

“I mean, they are dead, I’m not sure that’s considered lucky.”

And then they’re talking, bantering, laughing. The conversation is a little stiled sometimes, a little awkward in the words unsaid. But it’s a conversation.

Flynn hasn’t forgiven her, not the way Julie has, not the way the boys seem to have. Because Flynn can still remember all the pain that Carrie had caused and she’s not ready to forgive her of that just yet. But she’s willing to try. For Julie. For Carrie. Even a little for herself.

So she pushes all her anger down and talks to her ex-best friend. But she keeps her guard up, because she let Carrie in once and it ended in ruin and she’s not about to be the fool who let it happen twice.

+one.

She’s not sure what happens. One minute she’s going about her day, school and homework and deciding if posting the new Julie and the Phantoms youtube video should be now or at the weekend, and yeah she’s not having a good day, but she doesn’t think it’s a bad day either. Nothing strange or unexpected happens. It’s just– it’s a day.

And yet. One second she’s fine, the next she’s crying.

She’s sitting on the sofa in the studio garage, waiting for Julie to finish with her own homework, idly scrolling through her phone when Alex poofs in with Luke hot on his heels.

He’s smiling, happy and excited after a date with Willie from what she can gather. He’s talking so fast and hands waving in the air and Luke is watching it all with an easy smile and occasional nod. Luke sits himself down next to her (bumping his shoulder against hers because they can do that now apparently at will and it’s only a little strange, knowing she’s sitting so close to a ghost she can feel the heat coming from him, and how is this boy always so warm when he’s dead ?), shooting her a wink as he turns his attention back to Alex and Flynn can’t help but smile, eyebrows raising as she too watches the blonde.

Flynn doesn’t know if she’s ever seen him so excited. So at ease.

“–and he just, he jumped right over this bench! It was so cool Luke, he’s so cool! He tried to show me how to– Oh! Hey Flynn,” Alex cuts himself off, finally seeming to notice that she’s sat there and gives her an awkward wave with his hand that’s still half up in the air.

“Hey Alex, good date, huh?” She can’t help but tease him a little, wagging her eyebrows and pulling her lips into a sly smile. And then Alex is blushing, scratching at the back of his neck and avoiding her eyes, making noncommittal sounds. She would be worried she’d said something wrong but she can feel Luke laughing next to her.

“It was uh– yeah, yeah a good date,” he’s biting his lip and still not looking at her, but Flynn can see a small smile trying to tug at his lips as he turns away, pretending to find something in the jumble of clothes piled next to the piano.

“It was their first ‘official’ date,” Luke whispers next to her, his eyes still trained on Alex’s back and there’s such joy in his words that Flynn can feel herself tearing up.

And she doesn’t know why this sets her off.

Why seeing Alex, coming back from his first official date with another ghost, so happy and full of excitement, and seeing the way Luke is just radiating joy for his friends happiness.

Why this sets her off crying.

One second she’s fine, the next she’s sobbing and Alex is spinning around so fast his hat falls off and Luke is gaping at her in a kind of horror that might be funny any other time.

“I– I–” She tries to say something, but she can’t get the words past her lips. They keep getting stuck in her throat as another sob tears through her and her eyes are blurred by tears and her hands are shaking, she knows that because her phone slips from between her fingers, making a soft thud on the rug.

“Go get Julie,” she thinks that’s Alex, she can’t quite tell. But she can hear the tell tale sign of a ghost poofing out and then a pair of arms and carefully wrapping around her shoulders and she’s crying into a denim jacket. So, Alex then, definitely Alex.

“Hey, hey it’s okay. Shush, it’s okay,” he keeps saying it over and over, his voice gentle and calm and Flynn lets herself cry. She hears the door open, hears feet rushing in, hears someone let out a soft gasp.

“What happened?” And that’s Julie, Flynn would know Julie’s voice anywhere. It’s a bit like a beacon, a light source in the dark, she could hear Julie’s voice and follow it home. Lifting her head up from where it’s been resting on Alex’s shoulder she tries to spot her friend and doesn't have to look far because Julie is crouching in front of her, concern all over her face and wide eyes.

It just makes Flynn cry harder.

Because she doesn’t want to upset her friend. She doesn’t want her to worry or panic or think that there’s something wrong. Because there’s not. Nothing is wrong. Her life is perfectly fine. And yet she’s crying uncontrollably on a sofa into a ghosts shoulder.

There’s an awkward moment where Alex gets up and she’s left alone on the sofa and her head feels like it’s going to fall and then Julie is there, and her arms are around her and she’s letting Flynn collapse on her.

Holding her up and together. Just the way Flynn has always tried to hold her up and together.

She doesn’t know how long she cries for.

When she finally gets some control over her own emotions, her eyes, her breathing, Flynn lets out a long and shaky breath. There’s a wet patch on Julie’s jumper, and she knows her face must be a mess of mascara and eyeliner.

Julie passes her a tissue, waits until she’s wiped her face as best she can, and then exchanges it for a bottle of water. Flynn drinks and keeps her eyes closed the whole time.

“Where–” She croaks out, throat still sore from crying and she swallows, opens her mouth to try again but Julie seems to know what she’s trying to ask.

“I sent them inside to help Carlos with his maths homework. Reggie is surprisingly good with numbers,” there’s a teasing tone in her voice and Flynn doesn’t have to be looking at her to know there’s a smile on her face too.

They sit in silence for a while, Flynn drinking her water, Julie passing her tissues, a question hanging in the air.

“I just–” Flynn starts, takes a deep breath and squeezes her eyes shut. She’s not sure how to even explain any of this. She doesn’t even really know why she started crying. When she opens her eyes again and blows out a breath, she shuffles back a little from Julie so she can pull her legs up onto the sofa and cross them under her. Through it all Julie sits patiently and waits. Flynn almost wants to cry again.

“Sometimes, and I mean, like rarely. It’s not a big deal or anything. And mom took me to the doctors and they said it wasn’t a big deal either so, it’s just. Y’know. It’s just that– that sometimes I get sad. That the world gets too much and I’m just– I’m not enough. For the world. Or you,” she shrugs, fingers pulling apart the tissue in her hands and looking somewhere over Julie’s left shoulder. “And it makes no sense really, because nothing all that bad has happened to me, y’know? There’s nothing really for me to be sad about.”

She can see Julie opening her mouth, her eyes widening and getting ready to say something but Flynn stops her, finally making eye contact again and shaking her head quickly.

“No, no don’t. It’s true. Because I haven’t lost my mom and my family is happy and Bailey always covers for me if I spill soda all over the floor and I’m not dead unlike three people we know. My life is fine . But sometimes I just– I just get sad, Jules. And normally it’s fine, it passes and every things fine. And then today, Alex was just, he was so happy y’know? And so was Luke. And they’re dead, but they’re out there, being happy ! And I’m alive and I just felt so sad today and it’s stupid because there’s nothing to be sad about .”

Flynn doesn’t think anything she just said made sense, but it’s too late to take any of it back now. The words are out in the world and Julie heard them all. Dropping her head into her hands Flynn lets out a groan, her fingers gripping on to her braids and pulling lightly. And then Julie’s hands are on top of hers and gently detangling her fingers until she’s holding her hands.

“Flynn, look at me,” her voice is gentle, holding the tone that she usually reserves for when Carlos comes home sad about losing a baseball game. It’s also the tone that she knows no one can say no to. So Flynn lifts her head, shaking it a little as she looks at her best friend.

“Your feelings are a big deal Flynn. And it’s not stupid. You can’t help the way you feel, it’s okay to feel sad,” Julie squeezes her hand slightly, lets one go so she can wipe at tears Flynn hadn’t even noticed were falling again. “Just because you haven’t– you don’t have to have some big tragic event in your life to deserve to be sad. You’re allowed to just...be.”

“But–” Flynn starts, though she’s not sure what she wants to say, which is maybe for the best because Julie cuts her off by grabbing her other hand again and pulling both up to place a kiss on her knuckles.

“No buts. If you want to be sad, you can be sad. But you have to tell us, otherwise– we can’t help if we don’t know Flynn. And as funny as Luke’s reactions are when he sees a girl crying, I’d rather it just be when our favourite character dies on a tv show, not because you’ve burst into tears out here.”

And that startles a laugh out of her, a little watery and raspy, but it’s a laugh and she smiles at Julie, this time squeezing her hands.

“He really doesn’t know how to handle a crying girl does he?”

“No! He’s so dramatic about it too–” If Julie was going to say anything else it was cut off by the sound of someone letting out an indigent ‘hey!’ and then three ghosts were standing in front of the sofa, Alex and Reggie holding back laughter while Luke was wearing his frowny-pouty face, arms crossed.

“We weren’t listening, but that’s just rude! I so do know how to handle it when people cry!”

It starts an argument, about twenty-five years without a hug and sneaking into rooms when they were teenagers and how he’d been the first to hug Julie after The Orpheum. But Flynn is only half listening, because Julie is still holding her hands, and Alex has nudged her out of the way so he can sit down on her other side and Luke and Reggie have brought their little discussion closer.

She’s surrounded by them all, and yeah it’s still a bad day but maybe she doesn’t have to handle them alone anymore.

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Day 4 (Part 1)

A New Bat: Day 4

(Part 2)

Honestly I didn't want to move but I did. We walked out of the range just in time to see Jay speed out of the cave, then we took a staircase back up and popped out from behind a bookshelf in a library. Dick was lying on a nearby chair talking to Babs. "Hey."

"Hey." Kate and I said in unison.

"What we're you two up to in the cave?" Dick asked, clearly suspicious.

"I don't think that any of your business Dick." Babs commented.

"I agree with Babs." Kate smirked.

Dick looked to me. "So, what do you think of the Bat-cave?"

"Its cool." I quickly replied. "Odd though."

"The Bat-cave is very odd." Babs agreed.

Dick's phone beeped and he looked at it. "Dinners ready."

"What is it?" Kate asked.

"Let's find out." He stood up.

As Kate and Babs headed for the door I whispered to Dick. "Would it be okay if I eat in my room?"

He smiled at me. "Of course. You don't have to ask, just grab a plate and head up."

"Thanks." I followed Dick out of the library.

We walked into the kitchen and saw Alfred preping plates of food. "Hello Alfred." Dick greeted him.

"Hello, I'm just finishing preparing the meals."

"Ashleigh's just gonna grab a plate and head to her room." Dick said.

"Of course, Master Dick."

Kate handed me over a plate. "Or you could come with me, if you want. I'm heading out to the gazebo. I've been cooped up in the cave all day I could use some fresh air."

"Yeah sure." I quickly agreed.

Dick looked at me. "I'll talk you later."

"See you later." Babs said.

I nodded at him. Kate grabbed her plate and put her hand on my shoulder and we headed towards the door. Kate stopped. "Oh Alfred, Jays gone out. I don't think he'll back anytime soon."

"Thank you, Miss Kate. I will leave his wrap in the fridge for him."

"Speaking of," Dick said. "Shouldn't B be home soon."

"He said he would be Master Dick." Alfred replied as Kate and I walked out.

We walked through the garden. It was beautiful. Everything neatly taken care of. We sat down inside a white painted gazebo, the sun shined in on us. Behind the gazebo was a large brick wall, largely covered in brightly coloured graffiti art.

"The sun's nice to see." Kate commented.

"Oh yeah." I looked up at the sky, quickly looking back down when the sun caught my gaze. "We never did see too much of it on Ireland."

"Is it a rainy as they say?"

"Oh yeah, but the rain can be nice." I shrugged. "At least I think so anyway."

"Then don't worry." Kate laughed. "It rains plenty in Gotham."

Kate took a bite of her food. A wrap. I looked at my own plate. A chicken wrap. Plenty on it. I took a bite. Gorgeous, same as all Alfred's meals it would seem.

"Do you need to go clothes shopping?"

"Hmm." Without thinking, I tried to talk but my mouth full of food. Kate giggled at my failed attempt to speak. I swallowed the food before trying to speak again. "What?"

"You said you only had a few skirts. If you need to go clothes shopping I can bring you." She gestured to herself. "I'm no style guru, that's Steph and Dick's department, but I like to think im not the worst."

"I like your style."

"Thank you. So how about it then? Clothes shopping?"

"I'd love to but I think Bruce is bringing me furniture shopping over the weekend."

"I could tag along and we dip into a clothes shop."

"I really don't have a whole pile of money." I said honestly.

Kate pointed to the giant manor. "You are literally Bruce Wayne's child."

"Adopted, and I can't just ask him for money."

"Yes. You can." Kate emphasised each of the words. "He'd be more than happy to give you money for clothes shopping."

"I don't know. It just seems wrong. I mean I've only been here less than a week. It'd be rude."

Kate sighed. "Even if he wasn't okay with it, which he is absolutely is, by the way," Kate took out her wallet and put a couple of bills on the table. "I am."

I looked at the money. Five one hundred dollar bills. "I can't-"

"Take it." She insisted and slid it closer.

I hesitantly took the money and put it in my pocket. "Never hesitate to ask me or Bruce for money." Kate insisted. "Even it's for something simple like fast food or a video game. We're happy to give you some."

"Thank you, Kate, but-"

Kate leaned in. "No buts. End of story." Then she leaned back out. "Just if you need money for bullets, ask me, not Bruce. Jays has been asking him since he came back from the dead. He's convinced he'll break eventually."

"Okay." I laughed, it took a minute for what Kate had just said to register. "Jay was what now?"

Kate laughed. "That's a story for another day. Don't worry he brings it up quite often."

"Okay." I sat staring at her blankly for a moment. My brain was still processing what she had just told me.

"So," Kate broke the silence. "How are you enjoy your meal?"

"What? Oh yeah. Its nice." I took another bite of my wrap. "Is there anything Alfred can't cook?"

"If there is, we have yet to find it." Bruce said as he entered the gazebo.

Kate and I looked at Bruce with surprise. She must not have. heard him approach either. "Hey." Kate and I said in unison.

Bruce looked to me."A couple more boxes of yours came." He gestured back to the house. "I just left them in the entrance but Dick and I can bring them up to your room if you want."

"No. That's okay." I stood up. "I'll just throw my plate in and I'll bring them up."

"There's a couple boxes. You'll need a hand." Bruce insisted.

Kate swallowed the last piece of her wrap. "I'll help." She said, standing up and grabbed my plate off of me. "I'll throw these in and meet you two in the main hall." She walked off towards the house.

Bruce and I watched for a second before he started walking as well. "Come on." He said. I got up and followed him. "So did you and Kate talk?"

I silently gulped. "Yup."

"I'm sorry about that. I know what you said but we thought it'd help."

"It did. Thanks." I said. "Anything else like that I should know about?"

"No." Bruce smiled at me as we reached the back door. We walked through the house to the entrance hall. A stack of boxes sitting by the door and by them, stood Kate.

"Let's bring these up then." Bruce said, grabbing a stack of boxes.

"So how was work?" Kate asked him, grabbing another stack of boxes.

I grabbed the last stack then we started up the stairs. "Not too bad. I got that business with Lex Corp sorted out. Thank god."

"So no more late nights for a while?" Kate asked.

"For a while." Bruce said.

"So what's in the boxes?" Kate asked as we reached the third floor.

"Lego, and books mostly, some clothes and other trinkets from my old room."

"Only some clothes?" She asked.

"Most of my old clothes were torn or too small so I left them."

"Definitely bringing you clothes shopping then."

"Speaking of shopping, you still want to go furniture shopping this weekend?" Bruce asked.

"Yes. Absolutely." I quickly replied.

"How's Saturday sound?"

"Great."

"I'll join you and we can go clothes shopping. If that's okay?" Kate asked

Bruce look to me. "Is it?"

"Of course." I responded quickly.

"Also Bruce," Kate said. "You gotta have a serious talk with Ashleigh about money?"

Bruce glanced at her curiously "Why?"

"She didn't want to ask you for money for shopping."

"Oh." Bruce sounded surprised, then he grinned. "Ashleigh never be afraid to ask me for money."

"It's just, I've only been here a week. I don't want to push my luck." I said.

"Trust me. My kids are experts at pushing their luck. You couldn't be worse." Bruce assured me.

We stopped outside my room. "So who's gonna get the door?" Kate asked.

Bruce shifted the weight of the boxes to one arm and opened the door. We set the boxes down beside my bed.

"You need help unpacking?" Bruce asked.

"No. I should probably wait till I get furniture to unpack."

"Yeah." The two agreed.

"Hey." Bruce turned to Kate. "Alfred said Jays gone out. Do you know where?"

"He went to pick up Artemis and Bizarro. Why?"

"Just wondering. Artemis will keep him out of trouble anyway."

"He's in his twenties Bruce. You don't have to worry about him everytime he goes out."

"Regardless of his age, he's my kid, it's my job to worry about him." Bruce stated. "Plus it's Jason."

"Valid point." Kate agreed, then turned to me. "You said something about Legos right?"

"Yes." I looked at her curiously.

"You got any superhero ones?"

"A couple."

"Any of us?"

"I've got you, I said pointing at Bruce." Who smiled back at me. "The third Robin and Black Bat."

"I feel kinda hurt you don't have one of me." Kate joked.

"I missed out on Batwoman." I explained as I sat down the bed.

"Too bad." Kate said leaning against the wall.

"I didn't know they made ones of Cass." Bruce looked at me curiously.

"Oh they don't. I kinda just pieced her together from other figures."

"So you dismantle the little guys you get and make someone new?"

"Sometimes. Yes."

Bruce nodded. "Cool."

Kate looked at us. "So if I wanted to make one that looked like me, not Batwoman, like me me, I'd have to buy the sets with pieces that look like me."

"There's a website where you can just buy the pieces on there own."

"Handy." She commented. I yawned. "Late night?"

I nodded. "We watched a movie last night."

"We?"

"Bruce, Harper, Carrie, Duke, Dick, and I."

Kate looked to Bruce. "Not like you to stay up late, if you're not on patrol."

"Got in from the office late. Sat down and watched a movie with the kids."

Kate smiled at him then turned to me. "You must be tired then?"

"Yeah." I agreed. "I should probably go to sleep."

Bruce nodded. "We'll see you in the morning." The two headed for the door but stopped. "I meant to say this before, my bedroom doors always unlocked if you need me."

Kate looked to Bruce then back to me. "While I prefer a bit more privacy, you can always knock, or call if I'm asleep. My ringtone never fails to wake."

I nodded. "Goodnight."

"Night." The two said in unison as the door shut.

I lay down on my bed. Jason seemed to be warming up to me, which was nice. Steph and her friend, Cass, seem sweet, and I really like Kate. She seems like someone I could talk to, about anything. As I ran through the day in my head, I couldn't help but smile as I drifted off to sleep.

#bruce wayne #batman #dick grayson #nightwing #jason todd #red hood #barbara gordon #oracle #stephanie brown #sports #cassandra cain #orphan #kate kane #batwoman #oc #lgbtqia+#transgender #nonbinary #ashleigh wayne

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ttylbabezzz · 4 years

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Jeff wittek part one

Everyone knew Jeff in some way, whether just by association or from the vlog squad. He was the type of guy that could make even the saddest of people laugh and I loved that about him more than I should. I was a friend of Corinna’s, her hairstylist who did not only her hair but all of the girls in the squads too. We were all great friends, they were often at my place and I was the one thing they kept to themselves. Until we got closer and it was hard to hide our friendship. So like most people at parties, I ended up here thanks to Corinna. Everyone was here, people I had met, people I hadn’t and Corinna was quick to introduce me to everyone as we sipped on drinks. I couldn’t remember who’s party it was or why we were here but as we all laughed I didn’t really care. I was squished in between Scott and toddy but after a while Scott left and his body was replaced by another. He had been sitting on the arm rest and I hadn’t really had the chance to get a good look at him or really introduce myself. But as I turned around and I saw him I stopped myself mid sentence “hi I’m,-“ I turned back around swiftly and glared at Corinna. “Y/N” I finished refusing to turn back around. This was her doing. I made the mistake of mentioning my perfect guy. How I expected him to look and behave and the man sitting beside me was the exact replica of that. But there was a problem. So was my last boyfriend, he fit the same bill, rough exterior, with well sculpted hair and the perfect stubble. But Jeff, I knew Jeff, I watched his videos but everytime I watched them the same thoughts went through my head ‘he’s kind of a dick’ ‘wow if he can talk about girls like that...’ and ‘I can’t fucking stand this guy.’. I didn’t know whether I should scoff and walk away or be civil so I settled on simply smiling over at him with an apprehensive look in my eyes. He catches my eye and smiles back a soft wink shot in my direction as he smirked and leant forward with his elbows on his knees and his arms folded in front of him. I gave it some time refusing to look in his direction as we made snarky comments back and forth. I was frustrated by the time I was leaving and not in a good way. He was exactly the kind of guy I’d do anything for. But this time I wouldn’t let myself. As days turned into weeks and weeks to months, 6 had passed. Today was like no other, Jeff and I had been tossing rude things back and fourth all day. It started with me insulting his videos and slowly from there it just progressively got worse, but something about this one was different, it was very different. Our voices progressively rose as we yelled following each other around the house as we fought about nothing. It started off with me passing a snarky comment about him being an asshole, and grew to us now yelling little things just to make the other person mad. Then things started getting thrown in the others general direction not to hit each other but to prove how angry we were. Pillows, solo cups, keys, even my phone which now laid shattered and probably completely broken on the floor with his laying a few feet from me after ricocheting off the now dented wall. “You’re nothing but a piece of sh!t, you’re like everyone else that’s as attractive as you, nothing but a douche who treats women badly!” I yell and he recoils back away from me a look of fury passing his face “what did I ever do go make you hate me so much?” He asks his voice dropping. With angry tears falling from my eyes I crossed my arms over my chest. “Nothing.” I say “then why the f*ck do you hate me? We hadn’t even said hi yet and you hated me what the f*ck is up with that?! I thought you were this cool and kind and caring and giving girl who is so confident and really loves life and her people, like you were with everyone else but you’re nothing but a cold hearted bitch with me!” He says angrily still “I’d rather have a cold heart and be a bitch then just another one of those girls. I’m sorry I didn’t fall all over you like everyone else. Would that have made things better?!” I muttered storming towards the door.

“what the f*ck is that supposed to mean y/n?!” He says following me with confusion write all over his face “nothing Jeff. Just leave me alone.” I say forcing back tears and grabbing my keys. “Stop running away from me!” He pleads his voice hard trying to stop me from leaving again “no.” I say as I keep trying to walk forward. His hand gripped my shoulder pulling me around to face him and in that split second his lips crashed onto mine. It wasn’t like I planned on melting into him the way I did, it just happened. My arms wound around his neck, his hat falling off as he pushes me against the wall. Our hot breaths fanned each other’s face every few seconds as we pulled apart to catch our breath. Our kisses were hungry like we had been waiting and building up to this moment forever. My legs wrapped around his waist as we pressed into each other. I didn’t know how long we were making out with each other before we finally broke apart from each other. Our breathing heavy, a look of confusion was written across Jeff’s face as he looked deep into my eyes surveying my face as if to fully comprehend that we had just done that. His eyes flicked down to my lips once more before they met mine once more. As if to make sense of it all he placed his lips on mine once more and just like the last time, I kissed back. I don’t know what was more shocking to him the fact that we were making out or the fact that I was willingly kissing him when less than 30 minutes ago we were at each other’s throats over nothing. He broke the kiss once more before setting me down “maybe we should talk. About this whole situation.” He says and I nod “ yeah I think that’s a good idea. Maybe before David gets home.” I say nervously. I pick my keys and purse up off of the floor as we exit David nat and is house. Jeff drives and I just look out the window biting on my nails gently and scratching my one leg over and over lightly from the anxiety. My movements stopped as a hand grabbed mine and laced our fingers while he drove. I squeezed his hand gently letting him know I was okay as he rubbed circles on the back of my hand with his thumb. The thoughts were running wild through my mind how could I have been so careless. But I realized, it wasn’t care less at all. In fact it was to hide something I had been trying to avoid since we met. The inevitable. Me falling for him. I had hoped if I made him hate me then I would be okay and wouldn’t but in the process I found myself falling harder for little things he did, how he smiled, how for some stupid reason there was always this glint in his eye when he was looking at me. Just to piss me off he’d always wink. But deep down, I loved when he winked at me. All of the emotions I had been trying to avoid since I met him were exploding and I didn’t know what to do because a part of me was scared he didn’t feel the same. Maybe it was how he looked at me from time to time, or the way he said my name or the simple kind things he did for me even though we were always arguing. It was poetic really a love hate that was almost terrifying.He parked the car and I took a look around, my jaw dropped when I realized we were out in front of my favorite restaurant. “How did you know this is my favorite place to eat?” I ask “I pay attention. You’re carrying a takeout box from them almost daily.” He says and I furrow my eyebrows “I live with David and he doesn’t even know this is my favorite place to eat.” “David wouldn’t know unless it smacked him in the face quite literally.” He says and I agree “for the most part anyways.” I say and he nods . We’re sitting at a booth not 10 minutes later and I struggle to keep calm as anxiety courses through my body. I was playing with my nails not getting enough of them apparently. Jeff watched me intently, studying me as if I was the most interesting thing in the world. We get our drink and our shared appetizers and finally the conversation starts “I need to know if what just happened was in the heat of the moment or if it actually meant something.” Jeff says.

“I wouldn’t have kissed you if it was just in the heat of the moment and we both know that Jeff.” I say quietly and he nods. “So you don’t hate me either? Because your mouth was saying something but uh... your mouth also definitely said something like completely different.” His eyes meet mine and I blush looking away with a small giggle “yeah well my head wants one thing and my heart wants the other.” “Which ones which?” He asks biting into the jalapeño popper I always ordered. “My head was telling me to run, that you’re the kind of guy I should run far away from and never look back at. But regardless of that. You were my perfect guy. Corinna knew that when she introduced us, but I had just gotten out of a bad relationship and I somehow thought it would be a good idea to make you hate me so that you couldn’t hurt me. It was stupid really but it made sense. And no matter how much I tried to convince myself of these things that weren’t and aren’t necessarily true but I tried making myself believe them so I could hate you. But I couldn’t hate you.” I say not much higher than a whisper. “ But why couldn’t you make yourself hate me? And why did you get to decide if I should hate you or not?” He asks slouching back in our booth. “Because. Instead of hating you I think I fell in love with you instead. I don’t know when, or how. Or even why really. But I could figure out a few things here and there that probably did that. And it wasn’t my place to decide if you should hate me or not, but it was at the time my best interest and I’m sorry for that. I’m sorry for making you hate me because I’m the insecure one who couldn’t admit that she was so fucking attracted to you. Im so sorry for all the things I said. But never for one second did I actually believe them. I I... I’m so sorry.” I say as a few tears fall out of my eyes and I sniffle wiping my nose while looking down at my lap pulling at my lip ring nervously. I was everything I told myself never to be and I was suffering from it. “What few things stood out to you?” He asks leaning forward and grabbing my hand “I don’t know, maybe it was the way you looked at me sometimes, it was like no matter what I said, no matter what I did, that I could do no wrong. Like I was the only person in that moment who mattered. Or how every fucking day you smile at me like you’re happy to see me. Or how even though were always yelling at each other you always walk beside the road, open doors for me, pull out my chair for me. You somehow always knew when I was hungry and you’d always make sure I ate. You never let anyone treat me badly, always got mad at everyone who tried. And that stupid fucking wink that almost literally makes my panties drop and that pisses me off.” I say and he nods. “You want to know something? The truth of the matter?” Jeff asks and I nod wiping some tears once more as he moves to sit beside me instead of across from me. “truth is, no matter how much you try to make me hate you, I won’t. I haven’t really tried either. Honestly I think part of me knew you didn’t really hate me, just wanted me to think you did. To the others, they wouldnt have noticed it, but I know you better than you think. I could see past your little glares I could see the regret in your face after everything you said, how your cheeks would turn red everytime you caught me staring at you, how you looked like you wanted to cry for hours after our little fights, honestly I fell for you so hard that I relied on our fights because at least I knew you actually cared when we did. You cared enough to notice things I did and it gave me hope. And I know exactly why. Because I’ve been in love with you for months. And this whole situation, us fighting all day everyday , I want to start over, not pretend that it didn’t happen because it did, it happened but I really want to see if we can work.” He says pressing a kiss to my cheek.

“I kind of do too. If I could take it all back maybe I wouldn’t have been so stupid and let you in. Because you’re not like everyone else, you treat me so good even though we were always fighting. You always open doors for me, walk by the road every time even when that’s the reason we’re fighting. God I’m such an idiot.” I say putting my head in my hands and letting a few tears fall. There was an arm around my shoulders a moment later as he pulls me close “I don’t blame you for being scared, I don’t blame you for any of this y/N. You’re not an idiot you’re human, we make mistakes and you came to terms with it and were being adults and were talking about this together. An idiot wouldn’t feel bad for anything and I know for a fact you beat yourself up over how we treated each other okay? But let’s start over, let’s turn over a clean slate and let’s do what we both want to do. Let’s be together. Baby, I want to be with you.” He says kissing my head. I nod and I hug him, for only the third time in my life and it feels amazing. We finish our meal before we go for a drive around to his place where we knew we’d have privacy. We both find a spot on his couch, far away at first but he was quick to come and sit beside me. “I think for a while we should just keep this between us, just gradually start being nicer to each other and see if they can figure it out.” I say and he nods “whatever you want. I’m fine as long as at the end of the day you’re mine.” He says kissing my cheek. I look up at him and press my lips against his once more with my hand resting on his cheek. Minutes pass before he pulls away grinning and chuckling “what?” I ask and he smiles at me “I’ve been waiting for so long for this I’m just so happy baby girl.” He says with tears in his eyes. I blush and look away “Jeff..” I start and he nods “I love you.” I whisper looking up at him nervously “I love you too baby. So much.” He says kissing me. Needless to say nobody heard from either of us for hours over the next two days. We spent our weekend together in his apartment making up for lost time. But reality called on Sunday night and I left for my place. I had to work Monday to Thursday and since I’d be filming with David almost every other day this week we’d have little time to see each other. I came up with a good excuse for where I was all weekend saying I got called in to teach a hair course my co worker wasn’t able to make so I was out doing that all weekend. Living with David was going to make this all the more difficult but it was going to be so worth it in the end.

More parts to come! Hope you all enjoy it!! More will be posted once I see if everyone likes it!

#jeff wittek x reader #vlog sqaud #vlog squad x reader #jeff wittek #david dobrik x reader #david dobrik

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averyonelovesjack · 6 years

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secret ~ daniel seavey

requested: yes

I love your writing so much!! I was wondering if you could write an imagine for Daniel based on the song secret love song by Little mix? Could it be like he wants to hide their relationship but after awhile she hates it? You can do whatever with it you’re writing is amazing!! Thank you ❤️❤️

summary: after hiding in a closet for what seems to be the millionth time, y/n gets easily annoyed about the secrecy of their relationship

warning(s): cursing

word count: 1921

author’s note: i’m freaking obsessed with daniel & lovey’s cover of this song so this was so much fun for me to write. y’all request some good songs omg

I sat down on my boyfriend’s bed, his phone lodged in my hands as i tried to hold it in the air and keep it away from him, but failed as my height was much shorter than his and he could easily reach it. He laughed, pulling it from my soft hands and rolling over so that he was sitting on top of me. Small giggles left my mouth as his hands pinned me down from my wrists.

With his phone in one hand, the other held me down carefully. Daniel leaned down, pecking my lips softly. Smiles reached my face as i attempted to lean up and kiss his lips again. He rolled over beside me, his back hitting hard against the bed and his fingers going back to tapping at his screen.

“dannyyy” i whined and he put his phone in his pocket, his fingers being brought to his lips as if to silence me.

“the guys are home, y/n,” he warned and i tried my hardest not to roll my eyes.

“get off your phone then,” i scold and then whine again, quieter this time, “pleaseee”

he sat up, showing me his phone and then setting it down on the dresser, going back to looking at me. i sit up as well, letting him pull my body close to his and hugging me tightly, “hey, i love you”

A small smile appears on my face as i looked down happily, “i love you too”

he looks at me and a giggle leaves his lips as we stare into each other’s eyes. we were never the serious couple, with the lovey-dovey moments. comedy was our specialty. our lips connect again as i sat criss-cross on his bed.

as i was about to say something to him, a knock came at the door and stress hit my body. Daniel sent me a pleading look as he quickly called out, “yeah what’s up?”

“hey, man. i just need to grab something,” It was Jack. Or supposedly Jack, since I never seemed to be able to meet the famous roommates. It was painful, sure, but we did it for the right reasons. It would hurt people too much if we came out with our relationship.

A frustrated look came upon my face as Daniel looked guilty, but i quickly scurried towards the closet, shoving my body inside, “sorry, coming”

once i was secure, i heard the door open and footsteps came close. it was a few moments before jack spoke up, “hey, who were you talking to in here earlier?”

“oh, facetime with anna,” he easily lied, which made me feel more guilty than frustrated, “sorry, were we loud?”

“no, not really,” Jack said, “heard when i was walking by. Tell her i say hello next time”

“will do,” Daniel replied and then i heard the door close. i waited until daniel came to open the closet, and then i popped out.

daniel gave me half a smile as i took another seat on his bed for the second time today. i wanted to smile back at him, but nothing inside of me could bring myself to feed him anything other than a frown.

as much as i wanted to give him the world, i just didn’t understand how to go on like this for the rest of my life. and we each said that eventually we’d come forward and have this relationship be part of not only our lives but others’ too, but three years went by so quickly and now i’m stuck being a secret love.

it started as a secret when we met because we were each in separate relationships. i had a boyfriend of several months, who i loved dearly, and daniel had been seeing someone for a little while too. it was cheating, we cheated. we both understand the complications of that and we understood that it was unfair to do that to our partners, and yet we couldn’t stay away. it wasn’t fair, especially when it took three months and several occasions until we’d told our partners. it wasn’t right, but it was us. we did it and now we seem to be living in this stupid lie we’d created to avoid scandals.

daniel was on idol when it happened and it was extremely important to him. it wasn’t the right time to come out and explain what was going on, especially when half of america was watching him every week. and when he got voted off, i couldn’t be there to comfort him. i had to be there through facetime, through texts. I had to be there in secret.

And when that was over, it seemed perfect. We could tell anyone, we could say something. But we never did. We stuck together through the silence, deciding that later would be better for us each. And then, Why Don’t We formed. He was in a new band that needed good publicity and the idea that he was in a relationship was strictly prohibited. Corbyn was an exception, but his rules were endless. Daniel didn’t want that for us. he wanted perfection in our enclosed relationship.

I was brought back to reality when the soft touch of Daniel’s fingertips traveled upon my face, “love?”

i looked up at him and saw the guilt in his face, “i should probably go”

he frowned, “wait til they leave, y/n. come on, stay with me”

“i should get home,” i shake my head, “i have things to do”

“like what?” he almost laughed and i glared, unsure entirely why i was being so hostile suddenly.

“school work, laundry. i don’t know, stuff that i don’t have to hide,” i spit and he looks taken aback by the new words that filled his ears.

“y/n,” he tried but i shook my head, grabbing my jacket and moving towards the window.

“you know what, it’s fine!” i tell him, “No one has to know anyways. I’ll sneak in and out of a window until I’m twenty-five. And god forbid you propose, i won’t wear the ring. And we’ll secretly fly out to Vegas and elope. Or is that too suspicious? I’ll fly out and you’ll facetime me from your bedroom and we’ll marry through the phone. And i’ll go into hiding when if i were ever to get pregnant. And our kid will be in secret too. I’ll home school them and they’ll be like Rapunzel, hidden in a tower their entire life-”

A small smile appeared on Daniel’s face, “you picture us getting married.”

i let out an aggravated groan, “that’s not the goddamn point!” i rubbed my head with my fingers and then looked up at him exhaustively, “i’m tired of this”

Daniel walked over to me, his hands being placed in mine, “y/n, i love you”

“and i love you too. we’re horrible people who cheated on amazing people and we shouldn’t have done that, but i met you and we fell in love and we were fifteen years old, danny. it’s not the smartest thing, but we did it and it happened and i’m so fucking tired of being shoved in a closet every time one of your roommates comes into the room”

he looked down, frowning. i waited for a response, but he didn’t have anything to say. everything inside of me had been bottled up for so long and i just needed to get it out. it was like with one single push, the entire fort fell and every piece of my thoughts came tumbling out.

“i’m tired of spending nights at home, trying to figure out if you’re in bed or not so i can text you without one of the roommates noticing that you were talking to someone. i’m tired of having to spend days at a time away from you. i’m tired of climbing through a window on the days we do get together. i’m tired of hearing amazing stories of your roommates and never being able to put a name or a story to a real face, just a picture on instagram. i’m tired of not being able to gloat to my friends about my amazing boyfriend when we’re in a club and they’re humping guys while i sit around sipping a glass of fucking water. so i need to go home daniel, yes. because while i hide every one of these things, it gets exhausting and i just need a break to not hide the biggest part of my life”

he stared up at me now, his lips connecting tightly with mine. Daniel steps away from me, walking past me, shoving the window closed and taking my jacket from my hands, throwing it onto the bed. he bends down, untying my sneakers and pulling them off of my feet while i balanced on him, confused as to what was happening. my fingers interlock with his when his other hand opens the door to his bedroom.

a little gasp escapes my lips as he chuckles, guiding me through what seemed to be a never ending hallway. we reached the end and there were two boys sitting on a couch. they both looked up at daniel and i recognized their faces as Corbyn and Jack. They sent him a congratulating look when they saw our intertwined hands.

“hey guys, i’d like to introduce you to my beautiful girlfriend, y/n,” He told me, “you know everytime you guys try to fix me up with a random girl and i completely fail? well just so you know, i do have game because i got the prettiest girl in the entire world”

“how’d you end up doing that?” Jack asked, “and how long have you been here?”

“a couple hours,” i inform him shyly.

“did i just completely miss you when i was in there?” he asks but i shake my head.

“i was in the closet,” i tell him, “but now i’m not gonna do that anymore”

“how long have you kept this a secret?” Corbyn questions.

Daniel looks to me and i return the look. I watch as my boyfriend sends him a funny face, shrugging, “a little over three years?”

the tv turned off and corbyn and jack both stared at us, “THREE YEARS?”

We nodded our heads, “god i always thought you were a terrible liar”

“you are welcome,” Daniel oddly replied, “alright. are the other two in their room?”

“should be,” Jack told him, “nice meeting you, y/n”

“you too! nice to be able to put a voice to a face,” i smile as we walk away.

daniel and i travel towards another room. we entered the room and saw the two boys on a live, “are you live?”

Jonah nodded, explaining to the video, “daniel just walked in”

“we can come back another time-” i start to tell Daniel, but he shakes his head.

instead, he brought me in front of the camera, sitting down on the bed. He pulled me down onto his lap, “alright guys. i’ve got an announcement”

“does it have anything to do with the pretty girl you’re cuddling?” Zach sarcastically replied and i giggle a little bit.

“actually, yes. i would like to introduce you--jonah, zach, and the audience, to my beautiful girlfriend of three years. This is y/n and i love her very much,” Daniel tells them, causing me to blush.

“excuse me? three years?” Zach’s eyes were wide.

i nodded my head as Daniel spoke, “surprise!”

#daniel seavey #jack avery #jonah marais #corbyn besson #zach herron #daniel seavey imagine #why don't we #wdw #imagines #imagine #secret love song #little mix #hiding

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artistic-writer · 6 years

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lets get personal: 1(recently anyway), 21, 8, 25, 27,36 ,20, 7

1. 6 of the songs you listen to most?

- As I basically listen to the same playlist whilst writing (it changes with each story so I can focus on each storyline by music association) here are my top 6 from this current playlist:- Wavey by CliQ feat. Alika- Don’t Blame me - Taylor Swift- Chruch - Fall Out Boy- P!nk - What About Us- This Is Me - Keala Settle (The Greatest Showman OST)- Just One Yesterday - Fall Out Boy

7. What’s your strangest talent? - Not sure it's strange, but I can write with both hands.

8. Girls… (finish the sentence); Boys… (finish the sentence) - Girls Rules, Boys Drool. Haha, no seriously...i’ve watched my husband sleep.

20. What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength? - Weakness: I am quick to judge myself and am super critical of everything I do. I never think anything i do is good enough and I hate everything I create, which results in my need for constant praise - i annoy myself. Strength: I can overcome my anxiety enough to share what i write and what i art with some lovely fandom people who make me very happy :) Doesn’t mean i don’t scrap a lot of it, but that it the life of an artist, right?

21. Who is your celebrity crush? - I don’t really have one. Like, I know the whole fandom swoons over Colin, but i know I am swooning over his character, and not him. They literally have the eyebrows in common, even he has said that. But, saying that, i do like me a good dad bod ;) If I had to pick one, I would say I am crushing on Gal Gadot right now. She is so pure and innocently uncorrupt, i love her

25. Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online? - Video chatting - 100% - which i weird, because I hate people seeing me, but i hate talking on the phone even more. I feel more at home in a headset.

27. What’s a sound you hate; sound you love? - The sound of my husband chewing food lol Seriously, makes me want to kill him. I love the sound of his giggle though...he is my beautiful cinnamon roll and despite his size, giggling like a little girl and its so adorable i fall in love again everytime he does it.

36. Define Art. - Art is an expression, in words or pictures, of somebody’s thoughts, feelings and experiences. It’s fascinating because no two people are the same artist, and the only thing holding us back from experiencing every piece in the world is time.

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imdifferentshadesofpurple · 7 years

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Always Been Beautiful.

Pairing: Reader x Yoo Youngjae [photographer!Youngjae] Genre: Fluff

Part II of my birthday gift for @rudeboywonho ♡ ♡ ♡

Everyone knows Yoo Youngjae.

He isn’t hard to miss, camera always in hand as he makes a mad dash to whatever class he’s late for.

His pictures alone, some hanging in different buildings on campus, pique people’s interest, the depth of each subject enough to halt you in your steps and bring you closer.

His favorite thing to shoot seemed to be the library, head always tilted up before raising the camera to snap a few quick photos. You couldn’t really blame him, the university had a beautiful library, its tall bookshelves and light streaming through the high windows seemingly transporting its occupants to another world as they studied.

You had always loved the library, always in the same spot on the second floor ever since you had discovered it tucked away when you were a freshman. Hidden, you could study (or not) in peace, sneaking a snack every once in awhile if you stayed quiet enough.

Youngjae had found you once, months ago when he was low on inspiration and couldn’t figure out what to do with a project he had due later in the semester. You could still remember his surprised face when he turned the corner to find you, feet up, quietly giggling at a video on your laptop.

“I didn’t even know this spot existed,” he had said, amused when you startled, almost dropping your device to the floor.

“No one does,” you had replied, red faced.

After that, you’d see him more often than before, like he was suddenly everywhere. You became friends, a simple hello here and there or sometimes he’d walk you to class, camera constantly pressed to his face focused on something over your head.

The leaves are starting to change one Thursday afternoon when you see him out in the quad, wrapped up in layers as if it was already the dead of winter. Chuckling, you tighten your grip on your bag, trailing behind him while you sip on your warming coffee. He doesn’t notice you, steps slow as he takes in his surroundings. As he watches the buildings and the people milling about, you watch him.

The curve of his jaw. His dark hair falling over his eyes that always seem to be smiling. His lips, pink and seemingly soft. The expanse of his back, covered by his favorite black leather jacket. His fingers as they clutch his camera.

You get a little lost, mind wandering, that you don’t notice him stopping and turning, spotting you instantly. He’s grinning when you bump into him, an ‘oof’ sounding as you stagger back and meet his eyes.

“Distracted much?”

You blush, pink tainting your cheeks and as you dodge his entertained gaze.

“Sorry,” you mumble before bringing your cup back up to your lips.

He laughs, hauling you forward as you continue walking side by side, “What for? It’s not like I’m horribly injured. What were you doing following behind me anyway? Don’t you have class?”

You shake your head, “No. It got cancelled at the last minute. My professor had some car issues and decided it was better to just post the lecture online. What about you? Don’t you have one of your advanced photo classes in like...five minutes?”

His hand lands on his heart dramatically, “You’ve memorized my schedule? What dedication.”

You shove him playfully and he grins, falling back into step next to you, “I technically do. But today is the day they put up finished projects in Fogg Museum. My professor is busy with the final setup so she gave us a free period. I wanna go look but I’m a little terrified.”

That surprises you. “What? Why in the world would you be nervous? I’ve only known you for a little but I know you’re insanely talented Youngjae. You don’t have anything to be afraid of.”

He smiles softly, “That’s nice of you to say Y/N, really. Thank you. I never feel adequate enough, like my photography isn’t the best that it could be, but when someone tells me things like that, I can’t help but feel a bit proud.”

“You should feel proud. Not everyone can capture things the way you can. I’ll go with you, we can see your project together.”

He worries at his bottom lip but agrees, letting you drag him along as the golden leaves fall around you. When you reach the steps of the museum, he stops you suddenly, your foot only reaching the first step before you’re getting tugged.

“Wait one second. There’s...you should know something about the project.”

“Okay...what is it,” you ask, brows rising in curiosity.

“The assignment was to find something truly beautiful in your eyes. Something that’s important, that really means something. It could be anything, anyone. So I chose this girl I’ve liked for awhile as my subject. She doesn’t...know I like her. She’s kind of oblivious to it. But she’s one of my favorite things on campus so...I used her anyway. I was afraid to come see because I don’t...I don’t know what she’ll say when she finds out why I shot her. I didn’t exactly ask her permission.”

“Oh,” you say, heart falling just a bit in your chest, “I think...this is quite the way to admit your feelings Youngjae.”

He chuckles, “It’s a little dramatic, isn’t it?”

Fingers sliding into his, you pull him forward, “No. It’s sweet. The girl...I don’t know how she’d say no. Now come on, I wanna see.”

The museum is a bit crowded, students and staff alike browsing through the projects on the walls. It’s stunning, every piece, and you get a little dazed at how wonderful it all is. Hand still in yours, Youngjae bows to professors as you pass, laughing everytime you suddenly drag him to the opposite side of the room.

His is one of the last ones, because it’s one of the biggest he had said, so your eyes search for the plaque with his name on it.

It turns out you don’t need to find which one is his, a surprised gasp escaping as you round the corner.

It’s you.

It’s you in his photo, in your corner of the library, light from the large window spilling over you as you read one of your textbooks.

It was from a few months ago, when the weather was warm and you wore your favorite dress, the lilac color matching well with your skin. You went to lunch with Youngjae that day and you remembered him walking up to you, smile wide as his camera bounced against his chest.

Sight becoming blurry, you spin to face him, same smile on his face like that day and everyday since you had met.

“Youngjae...”

He shrugs, “I should’ve asked. The day we met, I was so lost. I had just been assigned this project and for the first time in awhile, I had no idea what my subject was gonna be. And I love the library, its tall bookshelves and light fixtures, the textures of the walls and those wide windows. So I figured I could get some inspiration, maybe even find something to shoot. And then there you were, munching on chips and watching stupid videos in a corner where no one could find you. After that, I’d watch you. Not just in the library, my eyes would see you everywhere. And when I took that photo, it wasn’t planned. I was happy that day and wanted to treat you to lunch. You looked so beautiful and I...I had to. I pulled my camera out and took just one photo. That one. To this day, it’s my favorite thing I’ve ever shot.”

You’re crying now, tears falling as he pulls you towards him.

“Still don’t think it’s dramatic,” he jokes, earning a gurgling laugh from you.

“No. I still think it’s sweet. And I was right, the girl...there was no way she’d say no. The photo, it’s beautiful Youngjae. I’ve never felt so beautiful.”

He kisses you then, lips gentle against yours, foreheads pressed together as you cling to each other.

Pulling away for just a moment, he says the one thing he continues to say, years after you graduate and continue your lives together.

“You’ve always been beautiful to me.”

A/N: happy birthday again you beautiful soul, from me and Youngjae

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sanderssides-fics · 7 years

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Brother

Pairing: Prinxiety-ish TW: Major character death, bleeding. Plot: Brother by Falling In Reverse @the-prince-and-the-emo @analogically-prinxiety @princeyandanxiety ______666______ A dark room, pale face, red sash on the door knob meaning to go away. No one expected it to last this long, no one expected for it to hurt so much. Then again, no one expected for him to ever be gone like this. No one expected for him to be gone at all. Roman had spent the last 6 months in his room, barely leaving, just singing sad songs to keep the pain at bay. Logic and morality kept Thomas okay, they used prince's 'Mad Idea Manual' to keep the videos rolling out. Prince was doing his best to get over it, get over his loss and his grief. It was just too soon to lose someone like him. Staring at the piece of paper in front of him, a broken smile drowned in tears was all he could manage. The piece of paper held lyrics that had been sung in supposed privacy so many times before by the lost one. A song about family, peace, and love. He mumbled it softly remembering how distinct and different the it he's voice was compared to his own. Prince glanced at the door repeatedly hoping the boy would slam it open with a snarky remark and thoroughly thought through insult, but no such luck. Prince wasn't sure what to do with his life anymore. Without a banter buddy, he had nothing really. Nothing but his own self-hatred for not being there for the other. What would he have said anyways? Finding Anxiety there with a drained look on his face and a packed bag in front of him. It had been 6 months since Roman lost Anxiety to himself. "Kiddo? I brought you some food?" Morality says as he enters Prince's room without asking. He smiled gently trying to get the other to smile too, but prince's lips corners were pernamently sunk. "You know that Thomas's parents always told him to pray if he was in distress. Maybe you can try praying?" Knowing he wasn't going to get a response Morality left the room, leaving the bowl of melon slices for Prince. Prince reluctantly ate the melon knowing that morality was right and it was worth a shot at least. So he put his hands together at his windowsill staring out at the stormy nighttime sky and closed his eyes after a few seconds and prayed. And he prayed every night for months. Nothing changed, the hurt didn't go away. With every night that he was gone, it got worse for Prince, he felt his heart shrink a little more feeling like the grinch as his heart felt so small and he became so weak he didn't even walk around his room anymore he just sat in the corner, in the bean bag Anxiety would scroll through tumblr with his phone while sitting on. Prince rubbed his face, he'd give anything for anxiety to be back. He should be the one that left, he's the one that caused problems not Anxiety. Anxiety was the one to fix them or try to prevent them. He just wanted his brother back, he should be the one gone. He prayed for he and Anxiety to switch but even that didn't work. Another thunder cracked outside like it had for a year, Anxiety's presence was gone and so the clouds took over. Thunder and rain were a constant window view. Prince whimpered remembering when they were kids and he'd have to calm down Anxiety when they cried from the thunder scaring them. Prince and Anxiety would cuddle for hours to keep the younger calm. Prince didn't understand how this could ever improve, he didn't think anything would ever get better. He looked out the window and wished for Anxiety to be able to tell him that everything gets better. All prince was asking was why, why did he leave. Why did he just pack up and leave the mindspace never to return, they heard later that he was killed in the outside. He was driving and got into a multi vehicle collision with the other drivers being drunk or disoriented. He died slowly bleeding out trapped in the car but unconscious so he didn't feel anything hopefully. Prince wiped his face trying not to think of what happened. He knew that anxiety wasn't fully gone he couldn't have left fully. He had to be keeping guard on them and watching them from where ever he went at being deceased. Prince hadn't taken selfies since Anxiety left, since Anxiety left forever. He hadn't touched his phone because Anxiety left after calling Prince, after leaving him a voicemail asking for help, Prince ignored it all since he was at a ball. He regretted ever leaving, he regretted not being there for Anxiety. He regretted it all. Prince's mind filled with 'maybe's and 'what if...'s every day. Maybe if he had been a better brother... What if he had been there more... Maybe Anxiety would still be here... Maybe if he had answered Anxiety's call, Maybe... Maybe if he had answered then Anxiety would still be here and would be in his arms whimpering from the thunder and calling Prince uncreative names. Prince knew that no matter what he did then Anxiety wouldn't be here, he was too late. There was no more insults, no more back talk, no more worries. No more loud swearing music, no more smirks and glares to hide smiles, no more calls of terror just for Prince to come to the rescue and find Anxiety just wanting someone to help him find his missing eyeshadow brush. Prince knew he had taken it all for granted and he wish he hadn't, he had dad and Logan but what difference did it make if he didn't have his best friend and companion to be there with him. To stop Thomas's days from going bad when Prince made a mistake. He had taken eveeything for granted, Prince slammed a fist harshly into a mirror. He'd never get that time back, he'd never get his sweet little brother back, God he missed that snarky attitude. He missed the way Anxiety would cover his mouth every time he'd laugh truly, he missed the little giggles he'd have watching cliché movies with the family - the ones he would hide in hot chocolate bubbles and popcorn handfuls. The evil, condescending chuckle that came with that little smirk everytime Chaos arose in the videos. He missed the way Anxiety's arms would feel around him when they were in secret. Those little thank you hugs Prince would get that occurred less as they grew up. The long, suffocatingly sweet hugs that Prince got from Anxiety after the elder was gone for days on an adventure. The hugs that Anxiety would give when his sensory overload kicked in and he wanted the world to disappear so instead of hugging his knees or a pillow he'd find Prince and hug him because the royal always sent away Anxiety's demons. He should of held on to those hugs a little tighter, made those laughs a little longer, he should have appreciated Anxiety while the younger was still here. He should have told him the words he held back. Prince knew Anxiety had to be happier now, he was with MCR at least. He was going to be fine, he was free. His soul was free to do as it pleases no matter how dark of a deed. "I love you, Anthony" God how Anxiety hated his real name because of how common it was. He hated when anyone said it. That's why Prince only said it now. He never told Anxiety he loved him because as soon as they all knew how to talk Anxiety established he hated the word 'love' and never to say it to him aloud. It was implied thing he guessed, all the hugs and gestures they'd all get. It was implied and never said but Prince wished he had said it because God dammit things could have been different!!! Good or bad they could have gotten better no matter what. Anxiety would still be here. The thunder cracked again and Prince just wanted to fall and be with Anxiety right now as his tears felt cold against his cheeks and his eyes closed shut as he sobbed. The blood on his hand from the broken mirror stung but he didn't care as his sobs racked his body. Taking the breath from his lungs faster than he could bring it in, Prince's face was covered by a wet mixture of blood, tears and... rain? Since when was he on the balcony? Roman stared out at the skyline and screamed at the top of his lungs just wanting his brother back. The scream wasn't blood curdling but more of a deep throated sob that lasted longer than any other. He was injured, he was maimed, he just wanted the pain to go away. He felt arms over his shoulders as Logic brought Prince back inside and got him dried off. This was the first actual cry Prince had actually allowed out of him. Morality fixed his hand, Logic dried his hair and he continued to cry. They all missed Anxiety. And Anxiety missed them too.

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