#i'm so sorry that you have to deal with this reggie i am only a witness

[oakhold-cheerios]

wh

#reggie fils-aime #i'm so sorry that you have to deal with this reggie i am only a witness

[lulublack90]

Prompt 31 - Lock

@jegulus-microfic January 31 Word count 1755

This is it folks. I'm quite emotional. I really hope you all like it.

For my biggest fans @weirdtinkerbellversion @thedvilsinthedetails and @beautyoftheships I love you guys.

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All he could hear was white noise. His brain couldn’t process James’s words. His eyes found the bottle of wine, and he automatically poured himself a glass and downed it. 

He grasped the edge of the counter with both hands and felt his body shake. 

James remained silent, not wanting to push him. 

Regulus bit back tears and turned around, putting his protective mask in place, leaving his face devoid of emotion. 

“So that’s it for us then?” He stared at James with dead eyes, his voice a bored monotone. It made James shiver.

“I don’t want it to be.” Tears dripped down his face. “Reg,” He croaked. “I love you. I want to be with you. Lily told me this life-changing news,” He looked at his watch. “Four hours ago.”

“So, you didn’t know anything while I was arranging my return to England?” He sounded cold and accusing. He tried not to care. James shook his head. 

“No, Reg. I swear. I’ve only just found out.” James looked at him, features full of heartbreak. “You’re the first person I’ve told. Not even Sirius knows.” This shocked Regulus almost as much as finding out James was going to be a father. 

He smelt burning. He spun around and pulled the ruined dinner out of the oven. He threw it on the side and bit down on his lip. 

“James, I need you to go. Please.” His mask had slipped. It would be only moments before he broke down. 

“Reg—“

“Please, James. I need to figure out if this is the life I want. Kids were never my plan, and now…” He didn’t know how to finish that sentence, so he let it sit. 

“I’m so sorry, Reg. Nothing ever seems to go right for us. Does it? I really hope that changes.” His voice was thick as he continued. “Please remember whatever you choose, I will always love you.” With that, James left. The door hadn’t even banged shut before Regulus was sobbing. 

———————————————————————————

James’s chest hurt. What should have been a hopefully pleasant evening had turned into yet another nightmare. He looked up at the skies and called out to whoever might be listening.

“Could whoever is writing our story please give us a break?!” When he got no answer, he walked back to his empty house. Even Leo had gone out.       

His phone buzzed. 

‘Hey. Reggie just texted me and said you’d gone home already. Take it it didn’t go well then? Wanna meet for lunch tomorrow? Usual place?

Love ya

xxx’

He sent back a quick, ‘Yeah, sounds good to me. See you at noon x.’ He decided the best thing was to go to bed and deal with everything in the morning. 

***

James heard the sound of thundering boots coming up fast behind him. He began to turn, but before he could see what was happening. There was an almighty thud. He looked down at the pavement and sprawled across it. Hair in a wild mess was Sirius. 

“Trip over your laces again?” James said flatly. 

“Yup.” A muffled reply came from the heap on the floor. James snorted loudly as he bent to pick his friend up. 

Miraculously, Sirius had gotten away with only a slight graze on his cheek. 

“Is it true? Am I going to be an Uncle!” He shook James vigorously in his excitement. 

“I suppose so, I guess,” James said as he tried to escape Sirius's grasp.

“I’m godfather!” He burst out, bouncing up and down. 

“Sirius, we’re not even religious.” 

“Fine, fairy godfather, whatever. Either way, I bagsy it.” James sighed and clapped him on the back.

“You got it, you absolute crazy man.” He bent down and tied Sirius’s laces for him. 

“Awww, you’re gonna be such a good dad.” He gushed as he wiggled his foot, checking out his shoelaces.

“Come on then, let’s go get lunch. I had some amazing news to tell you.” James chuckled as he threw his arm around Sirius’s shoulder and continued down the street to the little cafe on the corner. 

Sirius didn’t stop babbling about all the baby things he’d googled and spouted off so much information that James felt his chest tightening in panic.

“I think he just needs time, you know.” 

“Hmm, what?” James had completely zoned out, picking his sandwich to pieces.

“I said, he just needs time. It’s a lot. But I really hope he picks you, mate.” Sirius said, taking James’s hands away from his decimated sandwich and squeezing them gently. He didn’t want to get his hopes up again, but he didn’t fight very hard.      

***

He was painting when the door went. He nearly fell off the ladder as he hurried downstairs to answer it. He was covered in paint, so he tried to touch as few things as possible. 

He yanked the door open, slightly red-faced, and lost all his breath when he saw Regulus standing there. 

“Hi,” 

“Hi,” 

“I’ve made my decision.” Regulus blurted out, not waiting to be invited in. James felt his mouth go dry.

“And?” His tongue was like sandpaper. He couldn’t take the suspense.

“I’m in,” Regulus said confidently. “Nappies, late night feedings, helping them plot their revenge on the school bully. All of it. I’m in.” Without warning, James flung himself at Regulus. He gathered him up into his arms and spun him around. He was bursting with joy. 

He suddenly dropped him and ran into his office. He rooted around in a draw and rushed back to Regulus, who was still waiting at the front door. 

“I got you something.” He held out the small box.

“What the fuck! James! Are you proposing?” Regulus’s eyebrows disappeared into the curls that hung over his forehead. James’s eyes widened.

“NO! No, No,” He opened the box. “It’s just a key!” 

“Oh,” Regulus sounded disappointed. James made a mental note to put a pin in that for later. 

“And what lock does this open, James? Your heart?” A playful smirk settled on Regulus’s mouth. 

“It’s a key to the house. So you don’t have to knock any more, you can come and go as you please. And—” He took a deep breath. He’d been preparing for this. “And if you’d like to—No pressure, by the way—But if you’d like to, I’d love it if you moved in with me.” Regulus took the silver-coloured key from the box and held it in his hand, staring at it, flipping it over in his palm. He looked up at James, a sweet, shy smile on his lips. 

“Okay.”

“Okay?” 

“Okay, I’ll move in with you. Being away, I forgot how obnoxious Sirius is. I’ve had to buy earplugs to block out his nighttime noises.” He pulled a face, gagging slightly. James grabbed him in his arms again and lifted him into the air. 

“I love you,” He whispered across Regulus’s lips before closing the gap. 

Only when he set a breathless Regulus back on his feet did he remember he was covered in paint. He looked in horror at the cream-coloured paint splattered all over Regulus’s black coat. Regulus looked down as well. 

“Is that paint?” His eyebrow shot up as he questioned James. 

“Yeah, sorry. I was painting the room that’s going to be the nursery. Er, put your coat in the wash, and you can borrow one of mine. I’ll just go get changed.” He ushered Regulus inside and shut the door. Being very careful not to touch him again.

Regulus shrugged off his coat. 

“Did you get it finished.? He asked matter of factly. 

“Er, no, I didn’t. I barely even started. Only done about half a wall.” Regulus pulled his jumper off and started up the stairs. James chased after him and into his bedroom. But Regulus wasn’t there. “Reg?” He called out as he tried and failed to figure out where he’d gone. 

“I’m in the baby’s room. Where are you?” Regulus called back. James hurried out of the bedroom. Clearly, he’d gotten the wrong idea. 

Regulus, roller in hand, was making a start on the wall that James had started. He’d already accomplished more than he had and didn’t have a lick of paint on him. James leaned against the door frame, watching the man he hoped to spend the rest of his life with painting his unborn child’s room. 

He didn’t think there were enough words in the world to describe how much he loved him.     

———————————————————————————

Nine months later

“James, he’s beautiful.” Regulus hadn’t expected to feel this way when meeting baby Harry for the first time. The tiny raven-haired boy slept soundly in James’s arms. James grinned the biggest grin Regulus had ever seen on his face. He turned to Lily. “He’s amazing, Lily. How are you doing?” She looked exhausted, but she still had a smile for him and a cheeky wink. 

“You know me. Cup of coffee, and I’ll be right back up.”

“Do you want to hold him?” James asked him as he slowly rocked the baby to and fro. 

“I don’t want to hurt him,” Regulus said quietly. His palms felt sweaty as he looked nervously at the tiny, delicate bundle that was nestled in James’s arms. 

“You’ll be fine. Here.” James stood and awkwardly transferred Harry into Regulus’s arms. 

He looked again at the tiny baby and felt a protective love surge through his body. 

Harry fussed in his arms, and he instinctively began to sway. Harry opened his little mouth in a perfect O and settled back down. He was so in love. 

There was a quiet tap at the hospital door, and Sirius’s face popped around it. 

“Can we come in yet?” He whined. James nodded.

“Yeah, of course you can.” 

Sirius rushed in, followed more slowly by Remus. They crowded around Regulus so they could get a good look at the baby. 

“Look, Sirius,” Regulus said, pulling his gaze away from Harry to look at his brother. “Isn’t he perfect?” Sirius wrapped an arm around him.

“Yeah, Reggie, he is. Now give me a turn!” Reluctantly, Regulus handed him over and went to stand next to James. James pulled him in close, wrapping his arms around him as they watched Sirius and Remus quietly argue over how long Sirius got to hold him before it was Remus’s turn. Lily had fallen asleep. She was exhausted after the long labour. It was peaceful. 

James leant his chin on Regulus’s shoulder and whispered in his ear.

“How you doing, Papa?” Regulus’s heart melted.    

#January 31 #jegulus #jegulus microfic #james potter #regulus black #james fleamont potter #regulus arcturus black #sirius black #remus lupin #regulus x james #james x regulus #regulus and james #harry potter #lily evans #lock #is it even a micro fic anymore? #its a bit long #hope you all enjoy #bit emotional if im being honest

[murderoushagthesequel]

Misfit Family

listen, i am aware that this is very unrealistic but tbf i don't really care, this is just a cute lil idea i came up with in the car, looking at my dog (who has some weird vendetta against me)

"Oh, she's so cute!" James exclaims, petting the golden retriever puppy they just placed in his arms.

"Oh, isn't she just!" the lady says. "We just got her in last week!" James frowns at that, glancing over at the scared-looking, older dog lying in the corner.

"What about that one?" James asks, looking after the dog sadly.

"Oh, Rufus? You don't want him, he's been here for years," she scoffs. James frowns again.

"Poor baby," he comments, standing up to walk towards the scared looking dog. He appears to be some kind of mutt, broken black and brown patterns covering his fair, with a long, wrinkly face, and floppy ears. Just then Regulus walks into the shelter.

"There you are, James, I've been looking everywhere," he sighs. He then seems to register where he is. "No, James, no."

"But-"

"We are not getting a dog," he says rather firmly. James turns around, eyes wide and sad and he can see Regulus crack slightly.

"James-" he tries again. James cuts him off.

"But look at him!" he whines, going to pet Rufus. "She says he's been here for years, nobody wants him. He needs a good home, Reggie," James says. The lady scoffs again, picking up the puppy from earlier and going to serve another customer. "She told me not to bother with him," he continues in a sad voice. Regulus looks down at Rufus and immediately caves.

"Oh, you poor thing," he says, stroking his fur softly, so as not to upset him, and wincing at every sore he finds on the dog. Rufus seems to be comfortable with Regulus instantly, where he still seemed a bit scared of James. Many people would be offended by that, but to James, it bring him a sense of calm. A nice thought that these two hurt creatures, trust each other intrinsically.

"Who did this to you?" Regulus asks, tears welling in his eyes. James sees the anger grow in his eyes and he stands up immediately to go yell at the lady for her poor treatment of Rufus and ask for, nay demand, adoption papers. James smiles and focuses all his attention on the scared dog next to him. After a few minutes, he seems to adjust to James' presence, chancing to scoot a little closer. James feels honored to have gained his trust.

"There ya go, sweetie, it's alright," he whispers. Rufus whimpers but lays his head on James' lap. He beams and gently strokes his thick fur. Regulus walks back over, a stack of papers in hand, leaving a rather furious and embarrassed-looking shelter worker at the counter. Regulus is smiling.

"You ready to come home, baby?" Regulus asks petting the dog lightly, who leans into his touch. James is absolutely scandalized.

"Did you just call him baby?" he asks in a whine. Regulus winces.

"I can explain-"

"How could you!" James gasps, scurrying back from Regulus. Regulus holds in a chuckle and James twists his face in offense.

"I'm sorry, baby, it'll never happen again. You're my only baby, I promise," Regulus assures, reaching forward to caress James' cheek. His body betrays him, leaning into Regulus' hand and sighing. He quickly pulls back pouting.

"It better not," James huffs. Regulus laughs, holding out a hand for James to stand up. He reluctantly takes it, walking to the front to buy some essentials before they take the dog home. Regulus trails after him.

"I think he needs a new name," Regulus says quietly. "Rufus is associated with his old life, his bad life. I don't want him to have to deal with that." James knows this has more to do with Regulus' own issues, coming from an abusive home as a trans man, but he agrees immediately nonetheless.

"How about Froggie?" James asks, giggling and Regulus laughs too.

"Alright little Froggie, let's get you home," he smiles, clipping the collar and leash onto their new pet. James' eyes full up with tears as they leave the shelter and Regulus turns to him, face full of concern.

"What's wrong, baby?" he asks. James mentally giggles again at the name.

"Nothing it's just. We have our own little family now," James chokes out, letting the tears flow. Regulus understands immediately, running a hand up and down James' arm.

"Yeah, yeah we do," he smiles. By the time they get home, they both have a few tears staining their cheeks. There they all are, their little family of misfits, who somehow fit perfectly together.

side note, thank you @calamitoustide for doing the right thing and encouraging me to name the dog frog (i changed it to froggie but)

#idc that james is a cat person #this is cute #james potter #regulus black #trans regulus black #microfic #jegulus microfic #marauders microfic #jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #marauders #marauders era #dead gay wizards #regulus arcturus black #james fleamont potter #james loves regulus #regulus loves james

[innytoes]

Help I can't stop thinking about the Dark Fantasy Fae AU.

There were a lot of things Ray could have never imagined when he married Rose. Moving out of their shabby little apartment into their house after a series of in hindsight rather telling instances of good luck. Their two amazing kids, who were so smart and talented and kind, who seemed to take all the things he loved in their mother and made it their own.

Losing her so young, he'd never imagined that.

And he really couldn't have predicted the four children that landed in their garage through a magical mushroom portal from a fairy realm.

Still, all things considered, Ray thought he was handling things rather well. He did have a very long phone call with Rose's very ancient grandmother, who told him she knew that when he took her name, he'd do the Molina family proud. Abuelita didn't know how much was myth and how much was family legend and how much was real, but the fact that the fae existed was pretty hard to question after the whole magic portal thing.

He stopped overwatering the plants overnight.

Now, the hardest part was helping the kids adjust to modern day life. Reggie was the easiest, considering he'd only lost about twenty-five years. He was a sweet boy, though a little jumpy at times. Alex was from the 1920s and while he still struggled a little with modern slang, he mostly seemed very grateful at the strides that had been made by the queer community, that allowed him to be who he was and love openly.

Luke was a bit trickier. He was distraught at losing his family, of course. He seemed to take to some aspects of modern times like a fish to water - the first time Julie showed him an electric guitar, Luke looked like he was having a religious experience. But Ray had had to pull him out of the road several times already to make sure he didn't get run over by a car, and then there had been the whole Tinfoil In The Microwave experience.

Willie was the trickiest. Ray had no idea how long he'd been in the fairy realm, given that he'd been switched out with a changeling at birth. But he had no real concept of how the human world worked, save for what he'd picked up from the other three boys. But some days, he seemed more fae than human, confused that Carlos couldn't just levitate to grab something off the top shelf, or that other people couldn't teleport short distances.

Which was what made this conversation so difficult.

"Fix, please," Willie had announced, before carefully settling a dead bird on the dining room table next to Ray's laptop.

The dad part of Ray's brain was already making a list of what needed to happen - get Willie to wash his hands, thoroughly clean the table- when the rest of his mind caught up with the request.

"She flew into a window," Willie said sadly, gently stroking the feathery head, and Ray felt a pang. This was going to be a very difficult conversation. One he remembers vividly having with Carlos when he was four (it had been a torn ladybug) and Julie when she was five (when Flynn's grandmother passed away).

"I- I'm afraid I can't do that," he said.

Willie's face twisted into a confused pout. "But I said please," he pointed out. They'd been working on... well, not so much manners as human mannerisms.

"Yes, and that was very polite," Ray said slowly, trying to figure out how to formulate this without being too harsh. "But I am unable to fix a dead robin."

"Please? I'll do all the cooking and the dishes for a whole..." Willie's face screwed up. Time was another thing they were working on. The entire concept of it seemed to upset him. "Year?"

"Willie," Ray said, gently herding him to sit down. "It's not that I don't want to help the bird. This isn't a deal you can trade for. There is nothing left for me to do to help the bird. Humans cannot fix death."

"Death?" Willie echoed, his voice small and uncertain. Ray nodded sympathetically.

"I'm sorry, there's no fixing the bird," he said slowly. "When something is dead, it cannot be brought back."

"No!" Willie wailed, distraught. "She just made a mistake! It's not fair!"

"Oh, mijo, I know it's not," Ray soothed, pulling him into a hug. "Death often doesn't seem fair." He let Willie cry, rocking him slightly. The sound summoned Alex, who took over, pulling Willie into a hug until they were sprawled on the floor, Willie curled up in his lap.

Ray tried not to focus on the dead bird on the table. He wanted to get it out of the house as soon as possible, but right now, Willie's feelings were more important.

"We can hold a funeral for her," he promised. "Bury her in the garden. That way, she can become one with the earth again, and help the plants grow." He thought that idea might make Willie feel a little better. The boy looked at him with big, not-entirely-human eyes, his lower lip trembling.

"It's the circle of life," Alex agreed. "Remember, like that song from the movie Julie and Flynn showed us."

"A funeral means burying her in the garden?" Willie asked, looking between them.

"A funeral is a ceremony to honour someone's life and say goodbye," Ray explained. Willie understood ceremonies, at least. "We can say a few words, and then bury her."

"Luke can sing a song," Alex said. "Birds like songs, right?"

Willie nodded, sniffling.

Ray squeezed his knee, and stood up. "I'll go get a nice box to bury her in." That seemed to upset Willie, and he shook his head fiercely.

"No dark rooms!" he insisted.

"How about some nice soft paper towels?" Alex suggested quickly. He also looked a bit nauseated at the thought of a dark room. Sometimes, Ray thought he'd never get to the end of the horrors those boys had gone through. He nodded, and went to get some gloves and a whole roll of paper towels.

Alex and Willie stayed on the floor, Alex gently rocking them back and forth while Willie ran his fingers through his long hair. "You're not allowed to be dead," Willie told Alex seriously. "I can't fix you."

"I'll do my best not to die," Alex promised. "I'm never going to leave you."

"If you do die, you have to come back as a ghost," Willie insisted. "No burying in the garden. We will be ghosts together. Like in Carlos' videos."

Alex smiled softly, and Ray tried not to tear up at the all-encompassing love and tenderness he saw in the boy's face, so young yet old and wise beyond his age. "Yeah, okay."

#julie and the phantoms #willex #willie throckmorton #ray molina #alex mercer #best dad ray molina #kidnapped by the fae au #fanfic #right in the feels #I wrote a thing #I thought about this while walking the dog and wrote it on my lunch break you're welcome #I've only had creepy changeling willie who isn't entirely human anymore for 15 minutes #but if anything were to happen to him etc etc #the funeral is lovely and they all take it very seriously and Luke does indeed sing a very old mourning song that has been lost to time #everyone cries #ray is not touching the 'if fairies are real are ghosts real' thoughts with a ten foot pole NOPE he has enough on his plate #listen Luke can't be blamed for all of the times he nearly got hit by a car those electric ones are fucking SILENT

[legolasghosty]

So. About a year ago, the lovely Innytoes created a list of spicy writing prompts. And I, being the dorky ace that I am, decided to take it as a personal challenge to see just how UN-spicy I could do some of said prompts. The actual giving of prompts was kept to a few friends, and it was mostly a silly thing back when I could actually sit down and spin up a one shot in an evening. (A few of said prompts actually made it to ao3 at various points, you can read them here, here, here, and here!)

HOWEVER, I took a couple of the prompts off of the list before I offered it to my friends for prompts. Mostly cause I just had no idea how to make said prompts not sexual. But one of them has continued to haunt me for over a frigging year now! SO, here's some little snippets of how one could de-saucy-ify the prompt, "The lube is what flavor?"

Option 1 -

"Okay so what am I supposed to be getting again?" Alex asked, the phone to his ear as he entered the O'Reillys.

He heard Bobby groan on the other end of the call. "We've been over this at least five times, Lex." Alex could feel his exasperated glare without even seeing him.

"I'm sorry," Alex sighed. "I just know literally nothing about car fluids. Blame the gay in me or whatever."

"You do realize I'm gay too, right?" Bobby pointed out. "But again, you're looking for silicon lubricant. And for the love of God, don't get that Red and Tacky garbage Chad 'recommended'."

"I'm sorry, the lube is what flavor?!" Alex demanded, turning onto the aisle marked 'Fluids'.

"You're not supposed to-whatever-just get the silicon stuff," Bobby said instead of answering. "Valvoline usually works just fine."

Alex glanced around at the overwhelming shelves of bottles and jugs. He drummed out the beat to a song Luke and Julie had shown them the day before on his leg as he narrowed down the options. There, that looked right.

"Okay I found it," he told Bobby. "But you're explaining how car lube can be 'red and tacky' to me later."

"Deal," Bobby responded, sounding relieved.

Option 2 -

"-and the vocal folds need to be kept moist," Julie explained.

Luke nodded, but Julie knew she was losing him. His vocal health notes had dissolved into scribbles and half-finished lyrics. She'd better wrap this up.

"So they're naturally lubricated with a really thin layer of mucus," she continued. "And in order to keep that layer thin and stuff, you have to stay properly hydrated."

She paused to pick up the light blue plastic water bottle from the studio floor. But when she looked back up to whack him with it, the mostly full container seeming like a decent way to make a point, he was already staring at her, eyes full of confusion.

"What?" Julie asked, one hand flying automatically up to her ponytail to see if it had come loose or something.

"The lube is what flavor?" Luke asked, mouth hanging open a bit.

"I-what?" Julie asked again, now feeling almost as confused as her bandmate looked.

"The voice cord lube stuff," Luke responded. "You said it's like mucus. But isn't that just... snot? Your voice is covered in stuff that tastes like snot?!"

Julie tried to hold back. She really did. But she failed. She burst out laughing, dropping Luke's water bottle in a futile attempt to hide it. "Luke, mucus is more than just snot," she tried to explain through her giggles. "But yes, that's what keeps your vocal cords moist."

Luke shook his head. To all the world, he may have looked like a man who'd just been told he was colorblind, that everyone else could see a universe of shades his eyes couldn't comprehend.

But only Julie would know the truth. At least some part of her mini-lecture on vocal health got through.

Option 3 -

"Okay, and then pass me the 205?" Flynn requested, holding out a hand to Reggie, who was sitting on the floor along with most of Flynn's tools.

"Um, the what?" Reggie asked sheepishly, glancing around at the various brushes, screwdrivers, and small tubes surrounding him.

"Oh, the switch lube," Flynn clarified, pointing at a small jar. "It's GPL 205G0, and there's lots of types of keyboard lubricant, so we usually just use the numbers to ID them."

"Oh, right, sure," Reggie responded, passing her the container. "Sorry. Computers aren't really my thing."

"Well that's what you have me for," Flynn pointed out, smirking. "I fix your glitchy keyboard, you keep me from failing math."

Reggie laughed and leaned back against Flynn's bed while she worked. After a minute, she passed him back the jar and started fitting the keys back into place. He entertained himself by inspecting the black lid.

"Wait, so the lube is what flavor?" he asked, looking up at Flynn again. "Da-vinny-key?"

"Divinikey," Flynn corrected easily. "And that's a brand, not a flavor. Please don't eat keyboard lubricant."

"Well I wasn't planning on it..." Reggie said, letting his sentence trail off suggestively.

"Reginald Jacob Peters, you wouldn't dare," Flynn warned, shooting him a glare over her shoulder.

He held her eyes for one moment. Two. Three. Fo-

Reggie burst out laughing, with Flynn only a moment behind.

"I make no promises," Reggie wheezed as he got his breath back.

"I'm not taking you to the hospital when it poisons you," Flynn shot back, her grin betraying her words.

Thank goodness Reggie's keyboard was done already.

Thank you, sorry for wasting your time with my brain worm!

#legolas tag #legolas rambles #no I'm not tagging Inny in this #cause I don't wanna bug her with my... #mental issues? #I don't know #but this would NOT stop bugging me #so maybe it will leave me alone now #also this is not to be taken as advice in any of these areas #the only one I actually know much about is the singing one #please do not take my word for what car or keyboard lube to use #but yes according to the internet 'Red and Tacky' car grease is a thing #I don't know why #also in looking back through when I wrote these #apparently there's one more that I never actually put up on ao3 #hmmmm maybe... #if I have the energy at some point #not that anyone would read it lol

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

Regulus walked into the party and before he could "appreciate" the hormonal teenagers dancing and eating their faces off, a pair of arms immediately wrapped him up.

Regulus let out a groan.

"My little brother! YEEES! My little brother is here..."

As Sirius giggled, he hang from Regulus' neck because his weight failed him. If it wasn't for Regulus, he would have dropped to the floor.

Sirius was drunk.

"Oh Sirius, please..." Remus took him by the waist and Sirius clinched from Remus' neck instead.

"Moony.... Reggie is here..." Sirius managed to say "Baby Reggieeeee"

"I am not a baby, Sirius"

Regulus hated when people called him baby. He was almost seventeen. So he rolled his eyes.

"Hey Reg"

"Hey Remus"

"I told him not to drink tonight" Remus explained as he tried to keep Sirius steady "It's like he is doing this on purpose. Just to get attention"

Remus sounded angry but concerned. Like a father would be.

Regulus didn't know what to say. He instead looked around seeing how people around him were having fun.

"Would you take him to our dorm upstairs please?" Remus begged "I will get him some water"

Regulus saw Sirius laughing and humming the song that was playing. He looked happy and relaxed but Regulus didn't want to deal with him.

"Of course" But he had to.

Sirius was heavy as a dead body. So Regulus in his skinny form tried to take his brother upstairs. He didn't see any of Sirius' friends. Where were them when he needed them?

Regulus was sweating and groaning as he dropped Sirius on someone's bed. He wasn't sure if it was Sirius' bed but who cares? Regulus was not moving him anymore.

"Reeeggieee" Sirius hummed with his eyes closed. He was smiling.

"You're a twat, Sirius"

Sirius must've been the older brother but he sometimes acted like a five year old child. So immature.

Sirius didn't move again. Regulus thought he was sleeping and wondered if he could leave now. But then Sirius spoke again.

"This is the end... Everything is ending soon"

Regulus didn't know what to believe. Perhaps he was talking nonsense. So he sighed.

"What do you mean?"

"My friends.... Moony... Everyone is going to leave me"

It sounded like Sirius was crying but it was too dark to check. And Regulus was a chicken to turn on the lights.

"School relationships never last..." Sirius continued. He was graduating soon and he was scared of leaving Hogwarts. Or so he had told Regulus.

"That's what mother said..."

"Mother" Regulus whispered, as if calling her was going to summon her or something.

Sirius nodded, hugging the pillow next to him.

"She said that no one was going to love me. The real me, Reggie...." Sirius let out a sob "They are all gonna leave me. One by one... Just like mother and father... Just like like Andy. Just like Alphard...." sniff sniff "Just like you..."

Regulus was static now. If only Sirius knew how much Regulus still cared. Regulus missed Sirius. Regulus wanted him back. Regulus thought about him everyday. Regulus loved him.

And now he was worried. So worried that he wanted to cry.

"I'm sorry"

Regulus wasn't as brave as Sirius was. He was so afraid to disappoint his parents. Or he was scared of them.

Remus came into the room and Regulus looked away, swallowing his tears.

"Okay, love" Remus smiled at Sirius as if was little kid. He sat on the bed next to him "Drink this"

Sirius groaned and moved to hug Remus' waist.

"Moooony!"

"Aha.."

"Lov'u"

Remus smiled "Love you too" he kissed Sirius' head.

Regulus wished Remus would not break Sirius' heart.

"I..." Regulus cleared his throat "I should probably go"

"Amm... Okay" Remus smiled "Thanks for helping me"

Regulus walked to the door.

"You're welcome"

"He cares a lot about you, you know?"

Regulus stopped before opening the door. But he didn't turn.

"I care about him too" he said before exiting the dorm.

#marauders #maraudersera #marauders headcanon #regulus black #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar

[bardicious]

Umbrella Academy Season 3 Spoilers Thoughts:

(Okay, actually, this might be an Allison bitchfest in the notes. And well, some other general bitching - because some characters made me so annoyed - but generally speaking I really really REALLY loved this season)

Season 4 Five needs to go apeshit, seriously, all of his shitty little siblings give him so much shit like he's supposed to know everything. I wouldn't put it against him to just leave their asses if something else comes up.

Allison REALLY REALLY pissed me off this season. It's not that I don't get her trauma, but the constant belittling of everyone else's trauma? Fuck that. I don't know where I stand with her after this Season, while she was one of my faves in the last two.

NO, I'm sorry Harlen didn't deserve to die. And LMAO. Excuse fucking me, but if the Academies went after him after the vote, he would have killed them all. Seriously, so many of these characters pissed me off this season. And yes, I do give certain characters more of a pass to be murderous (ie. Five and Lila) but the rest of them? Like, holy fuck, y'all are BABIES at this time traveling thing. And Victor wanting to protect Harlan (BECAUSE HE PROBABLY SAW HIM AS A SON - is not fucking selfish and is not a BETRAYAL). Viktor was responsible for Claire's death by mistake. Allison murdered Harlan for not having control of something he didn't choose to have. The fact that she feels right and doesn't feel sorry? Yeah, fuck off with that, what a piece of shit. This whole season has been a testament to how little Allison cares about her family and that's very disappointing. (I'm liable to think the last time jump really fucked with her head because ??? This is just too much)

Allison just being so fucking manipulative. Using her love against her family, like fuck off, the amount of times Five has had to deal with that shit and hasn't murdered a family's loved one. Allison really gave me vibes that she would kill anyone for her kid, even if it's another kid. And I don't know what's going to happen with her but yeah. There's a lot she needs to apologize for.

At the end of it though, even though I get her (the events of her life after the first apocalypse seem unreal and it's easy how she could lose sight of whats wrong or right) I'm really mad at her.

I am happy she got her happy ending though. (Presumably)

omg, almost forgot. What she was going to do to Luther. Jfc. Like, holy shit. I really hope they acknowledge all this in the next season.

Okay, and another thing, that shit she said about Viktor betraying her trust? LMAO. What a laugh, as if the whole family hadn't done that to him his whole life???? Viktor lies ONCE? And oooooo, I can never trust you. Fuck off with that bullshit. (If I were Viktor I'd never trust her again)

Honestly the whole fam was being held by a thread, which this time was Klaus, the last two times it was Five. But you know what, old man, you do you, fuck these hoes, you deserve to retire.

The way that Five was just ready to accept death because at least he wouldn't be the only one alive.

Luther instantly falling in love with Sloan, is well... makes sense. Both of them are so lonely, smart, and naive. lmao They quite honestly deserve each other 10/10. Never did like Allison/Luther (just a boring relationship)

I also love Allison/Ray and thought they brought out the best out of each other, so if she gets to be with him and her daughter, then I'll accept it. (Hope it wasn't just an illusion or something)

Wish Five's relationship with Deloras wasn't a constant joke. And quite honestly happy that Sparrow chick (the one who does the spitting) died, cause -shrugs- what can I say, not impressive.

I was ready for all Sparrows to die. Glad Ben and Sloan lived, wish bird lady lived in the end, I liked her and she actually seemed to care about her family.

YO, REGGIE IS PURE EVIL. The man is just EVIL. I mean, I think he expected Allison to kill him, and somehow that gets him to be with his wife, but I wonder what his original plan was. LMAO. Really hope they have a new season.

That said, Reg and Klaus hanging out was hilarious, still fucked up, but lmao, I think Klaus is at least used to so much fucked up shit in his life where he can practice his power.

But also, why was Klaus dead in the apocalypse??? Did he just choose to stay dead and never knew Five was there? So sad.

There was just so much Five hanging out in ordinary situations. A+++ HIS SPEECH. (I'm sorry but Five just deserves a better family, ffs)

Five and Victor need more time together, because they are about the only sensible siblings and actually care about their family despite their issues...

I love my babe Lila, she reminds me of Vala mal Doran, same chaotic energy - same accent too. LOVE the idea of her and Five being besties. And LOVE that she found out about the Handler killing her and Five rewinding time.

Five being the Commission's founder???? So many questions???? I don't get it, I don't get why he would want Five to accept the apocalypse, maybe there's something even worse next season???? Because if Five did nothing than they'd all just be dead? Is that a better alternative than Hargreeve's owning everything?

Diego and his not kid, so cute. LMAO. And then Diego going to be a soon to be father anyhow! :D

These people never really learn. lmao. They spent how many episodes talking about the briefcase and Marcus, meanwhile, the man's been dead the whole time, and the briefcase has been with them forever. Hilarious when Luther comes back and no one's noticed he's gone.

All in all, this felt like a family breaks up season, which is sad. I hope next season (lord help me) is them coming together.

But as stated before, I NEED Five to go apeshit. And also for actual acknowledgment of HIS traumas. Like??? Same could be said for Klaus. I can totally see why fandom falls on these two, because the rest of the family literally just makes fun of them the whole time. Meanwhile I have to listen to Allison and Luther's issues the whole 3 seasons and want to throw something. Viktor's issues? Good shit. Transformative. Diego? Also transformative. Allison and Luther? I mean, probably, but meh.

I miss the Commission. I miss older Five. It's good to see Reggie in a bigger role. Cause I really fell for his manipulative bullshit. Which is nice! That seems to be a common villain in this story. Hardcore manipulation. I like that.

ANYWAY. Loved the trans rep. Viktor was placed in seamlessly. It was really beautiful. Loved Harlan, was super excited for him to have powers in the end of Season 2. Loved the wacky scenes where everyone is just partying and FIVE is involved.

Jessica who?

Don't like their Mom being cast aside, and it's so interesting how Pogo finally takes a stand against Reggie in this timeline. It just comes way later and at the end doesn't save anyone. Because he's just gone.

Can't think of anymore right now, so I'll leave it there. lmaooo. Lots of complaining, but complaints just stand out to me, and it's not really about the writing. Just SUPER annoyed at the characters. oof. The family dynamics just feel less this season. Granted, no one's had leisure time, so they're all prime assholes right now, hell even Five was keeping most shit to himself the first season. (But Five is at least progressing at quite a quick pace considering he's been fighting of apocalypse after apocalypse within a month, I believe?)

#The Boy Who Survived the Apocalypse #Umbrella Academy #Umbrella Academy Spoilers #Five Hargreeves #Allison Hargreeves #Viktor Hargreeves #Luther Hargreeves #Lila Pitts #Diego Hargreeves #Reginald Hargreeves #Ben Hargreeves #sparrow academy #Listen Five is the best okay? he's just the best sibling #I don't care how many death threats he gives - he cares about his family a lot and unlike the others I'm pretty sure #he wouldn't actually kill them #man has lived alone for most of his life - surviving in an apocalypse #went crazy and STILL went back to save his family #he's routinely pissed off at other versions of himself and knows reginald is one big fat bullshitter #yet he's stuck babysitting a bunch of overgrown toddlers #f in the chat for my main man #also what GIVES with people saying Five is obsessed with the Apocalypse?? #and acting like HE's responsible #And always acting like him wanting to stop it is him being obsessed with it??? And the one time he doesn't do that they're still #bitchy??? Like????? this is the definition of shooting the messenger. just uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh

[reclusivedouche]

Riverdale 7x10 Thoughts

This episode is so gay holy shit!!

Okay, please understand Archie and Reggie are boyfriends god

And honestly Betty and Veronica, like come on that would work too

Basically that's how it ended up, how it should've been

Reggie and Archie must kiss

This episode was great because no Alice or Hal

Too much Frank

Fuck tho when Reggie came home all late and Archie did the dad talk fuck

The fanfiction I am currently writing in my head

I also love that they're not just glossing over the Betty and Reggie potential over the cars.

Really looking forward to the kissing next week lmao

Also a great no Julian episode. He sucks, like I get it but like he's only good to get punched

Love some Cheryl and Toni (and even Clay) even if it means we have to deal with Kevin, also

Seven seasons and I have never once, not once, liked Kevin

It's fine, his stories are always fodder for better storylines

Anyway

I do love how delicately they're doing Cheryl and Toni this season. Everyone's one true OTP hahaha

Love to learn Brad Rayburry had a black wife down south.

I love that she showed up and gave good evidence of not suicide

She was so cute

Jughead and Tabitha are so cute

Idk why tf y'all are so mad this is still in the 50's like??

This season is peak, so so good

And fun??? Sorry but the last few season, tho good have been kind of a slog

whatever tho that's just me

I am concerned Tabitha is leaving again because we need a Jabitha kiss asap???

Lest we forget:

My absolute favorite moment omg I'm still thinking about how great it was

Like yes it was sad, of course, but like it's great for the story

Why does no one like this show for the story like when are you ever given something this bonkers

This is literally written by people from the Glee writer's room like

You all loved that shit but?

Whatever

I am annoyed we did not get to actually see Fang's concert. Even just a few screens like we just get him singing tuttie fruttie or whatever while he walks to Midge bc ofc he is famous now

Or gonna be

Look tho, Fangs is great this season. He is looking fine af

And like

He and new Midge have great chemistry

I'm sure this plan for him being famous is definitely going to smooth over the pregnancy for Midge's parents like

I'm here for it tho, I cannot forget the frogs pregnancy test, which is real

I'm also again glad Alice was not in this episode as she is literally my mother (this season specifically) so I cannot

Hear me out, tho - if the next episode is Halloween, I mean Julian has to dress up as like the doll?? Like he has to??

I bring this up bc Halloween is my mother's birthday so it applies

It is almost 4am and I should go to bed but like

Why?

Archie and Reggie wrestling in the ROAD

Just kiss

I get that's the straight man's "kiss" but like

Also out here Pops is just giving these kids everything always?

lmao a car to Reggie

Either way, they just need to take one of the cars up to lovers lane so things can get steamy bc

We cannot do anything with Uncle Frank around??

Again, I must ask, what were he and Hal doing that they both showed up in Betty and Archie's rooms during the peep show AT THE SAME TIME

Gay shit

Or KKK things maybe? Yikes. Idk what older white men of this season are doing but

it is gross and I hate it

The full on lack of adults in this episode was perfect also more of that please

Again, I cannot overstate this, but this 50's thing should last most of the season because it is fun and enjoyable and the story is gonna end how it ends so why be stressed

It's so good, I will not get off this soapbox ever sorry

Don't @ me either

Goodnight

#Riverdale #riverdale season 7 #riverdale spoilers #I just watched this with my roommate and was super caffeinated but also high so idk what I remember #I stand by the dont @ me tho #I'm not here to argue about any of my opinions pls I'm just stoned and enjoying my life bye

[daintyduck99]

One more bc I'm on a roll, lol: "was that your first kiss?" Peterpatterlina

Luke was wrong. If anyone’s a wrecking ball, it’s him. 

She’s so stupid! That fantasy she’d had? Luke’s nothing like that, with the fluffy hair and the button-up shirt and the gentle smile, floating with her all over the floor, lifting her to the heavens like he was made to hold her. Luke is a live wire, an electric guitar. He was made to hold music. 

He’s a wrecking ball only because she let him shatter her idea of him, of their interesting little relationship. That’s on her, and yet—

Julie furiously wipes at her eyes. She hugs her comfiest pillow to her chest, muffling her sobs. 

A gentle knock interrupts her pity party. “Julie? Can I come in?” 

Her stomach flips, a strange revival of the butterflies that were effectively squashed roughly ten minutes ago. That’s not entirely true, though, she supposes. She tells Reggie to come in.

He barely has his shoes off when she reaches for him. In a small voice, she asks, “Hold me?” 

Reggie gently moves her pillow, gathering her into his arms. She buries her face in his chest, somewhat soothed by the marvel of his heartbeat. His clothes carry the scent of cologne and some breezy detergent, now, and his hands are cool in her hair. He’s so real, and so kind, and she has no idea how she set herself up for heartbreak so hard when Reggie is right here. 

He rests his chin on top of her head, humming as he strokes her hair. He waits until her breathing evens out and she stops soaking his shirt quite so much. 

“Julie—you don’t have to answer. We don’t have to talk about it, but—was that your first kiss?” 

She cringes, bunching the back of his shirt between her fingers. “Was it that obvious?” 

"Not necessarily. I think most people would be upset, getting kissed out of the blue like that." He hesitates. "It was—I guessed." 

Julie bites her lip. There's more he hasn't said, but she might as well start. She exhales through her nose. 

"It's not even that I don't want to kiss him, you know? It's the way he kissed me. Even if it hadn't been my first—it was our first! Isn't it supposed to be—I'd hoped it’d be—more intimate, or—" 

"Romantic?" 

"Yes!" She flushes. She hadn't meant for the admission to burst out of her, even smothered into his shirt. "I guess he's not a romantic guy, and I feel silly for thinking he might be. Am I crazy? For daydreaming about that stuff?” 

“You’re not crazy.” Reggie squeezes her tight, and she has the bizarre urge to climb through his ribs as she squeezes back. Anything to be closer. “A first kiss can be a big deal. Like—sure, Luke’s passionate, but he’s not the most romantic person. Even then—you wanted it to be special. I totally get it.” He swallows. “So did I.” 

She squirms in his hold, shifting until their faces are level. “Your first kiss was disappointing?” 

“Yeah, um.” His blush deepens. “It was also Luke, actually. He was just excited about some idea I’d had. A chord progression, or something. So he vaulted over the table and—well, he kissed me, but it was more like he punched me in the lips with his lips. It made my teeth hurt. And he probably doesn’t even remember. I never told him that it bothered me.” 

Oh, Luke. It makes sense, in hindsight. Luke is very passionate, especially about music, and she’d been flirting with him via potential song lyrics when he cut her off in a similar fashion. She can absolutely see Reggie swallowing his hurt feelings over such a thing, too, but she couldn’t. She’d snapped and stormed out of the studio. 

Julie touches Reggie’s cheek. “I’m sorry, Reggie. You deserved a better first kiss, too. I just hope he doesn’t write a song about mine.” 

Reggie’s forehead creases. A tiny frown plays on his mouth. “What?” 

“Crooked Teeth? Didn’t Alex say that song is about you?” 

He gasps, eyes wild and sufficiently rosy-cheeked with the realization. “Oh my god! Why can’t he just communicate like a normal person?” 

Julie snorts. “Says the guy who never told him how said kiss made him feel.” 

He lets out a nervous little laugh. “Point taken.” 

She sweeps her thumb over his cheek, swallowing as she searches his eyes. They’re so pretty, always brimming with vivid emotions, somewhere between green and blue. “Reggie?” 

He tucks her hair behind her ear. She shivers as his calloused fingers trace her skin. “Yeah?” 

“I like you too, and I really want you to kiss me. Is that okay?” 

“That depends.” He grins at her, and his eyes shine, which brings the butterflies back in full force. “Promise you won’t write a song about it?” 

“I won’t,” she murmurs. Her stomach flutters as he rubs their noses together. “This is ours.” 

Reggie kisses her softly, threading his hand into her hair, and it loosens something in her chest. Every brush of their lips is cautious and slow and sweet, and he holds her like he can’t believe she’s real. It’s the sort of kiss she’d dreamed about, and she melts into it with a small sigh. 

He looks as dazed as she feels when they finally part, rubbing his lips. “Wow.”

Julie giggles. “Come on. We should go talk to him. Maybe see if he’s willing to try that again.”

#there is a longer fic in here somewhere #also I know it's supposed to be a fluff prompt but have some hurt/comfort lol #peterpatterlina #rukebox #rulie #reggie x julie #ficlets with ash #fluff prompt #julie and the phantoms

[princesscatalina99]

18+ 1v1 Rps on Discord

Hey. Sorry that I haven't been on. I have been dealing with a lot of crap and I've been in a low place. But I'm back for some roleplaying. This will include lots of strong sexual themes, some bloody violence, some bondage, strong cursing, strong romantic themes, some alcohol consumption, abusive pasts, etc.

I don't have many rules/regulations, but please make sure you follow these.

I only play ocs. I mostly play females but I can play male characters, just not as well. I usually do gxg or gxb but I can do bxb.

I am a literate person so I would prefer it if you could do at least 2-3 lines. The bigger, the better.

A lot of these characters I have past backstories that I have prewritten. If you don't like that, please don't mention it to me and not join. I am very passionate about my characters.

This is mainly a srp 1v1 scenario thing, but if you would like to do a small group, let me know.

Here's the list. It's rather long. Please pick one and I will send the notes/backstory and starter to you.

Adam Warlock

Arthur Curry/Aquaman

Alexander Colborne [Sanditon]

Augusta Markham [Sanditon]

Beomgyu [TXT]

Billy Lee [Bad Times at the El Royale]

Black Adam

Black Canary

Black Panther

Blaise Zabini

Bowser

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Britta Beach

Catwoman

Cedric Diggory

Chaeryeong [ITZY]

Chaeyoung [TWICE]

Charles Lockhart [Sanditon]

Cheryl Blossom

Cho Chang

Diana Prince/Wonder Woman

Donkey Kong

Draco Malfoy

Sir Edward Denham [Sanditon]

Edward Nygma/The Riddler

Erik Killmonger

Fangs Fogarty

Fili

Colonel Francis Lennox [Sanditon]

Gamora

Gaston

General Hux

Ghost Face

Giselle [aespa]

Green Arrow

Goku Black

Harley Quinn

Harry Potter

Hueningkai [TXT]

Hyunjin [Stray Kids]

Jacob Black

Jafar

Jake [ENHYPEN]

James Potter [marauders era]

James Stringer [Sanditon]

Han Jisung [Stray Kids]

Joker

Jughead Jones

Julian Blossom [Season 7]

Kara Zor-El/Supergirl

Kili

Kylo Ren

Lex Luthor

Loki

Luna Lovegood

Miles Morales/Spider-Man

Mingi [ATEEZ]

Mystique

Namor

Naruto Uzumaki

Neville Longbottom

Nick St. Clair [Riverdale]

Ominus Gaunt

Pamela Isley/Poison Ivy

Pansy Parkinson

Peter Pan

Peter Parker/Spider-Man

Peter Pettigrew [marauders era]

Peter Quill/Star-Lord

Pietro Maximoff/Quicksilver

Prince Caspian

Reggie Mantle

Remus Lupin [marauders era]

Rocket Raccoon

Roman Sionis/Black Mask

Ron Weasley

Samuel Colbourne [Sanditon]

San [ATEEZ]

Sebastian Sallow

Severus Snape [marauders era]

Shang-Chi

Sirius Black [marauders era]

Slade Wilson/Deathstroke

Sweet Pea

Tabitha Tate

Thranduil

Thorin Oakenshield

Tom Riddle [school era]

Tony Topaz

Tristan Farnon [All Creatures Great and Small]

Veronica Lodge

Wade Wilson/Deadpool

Wolverine

Wonwoo [SEVENTEEN]

Wooyoung [ATEEZ]

Yelena Belova

Zatanna

Please choose one scenario that you like best or the number. Thanks so much for reading this!

#roleplay #aespa #all creatures great and small #aquaman #ateez #bucky barnes #dc #deadpool #donkey kong #draco malfoy #dragon ball #enhypen #ghost face #harry potter #hogwarts legacy #the hobbit #itzy #jafar #dc joker #jughead jones #kylo ren #loki fanfic #lotr #mario #marauders #marvel #namor #naruto #peter pan #the riddler

[thelittlebirdwriter]

Then I Won't Have To Say You Were The One That Got Away

ITS PART 2 TIME BABYYY

pt. 2 to that one ben fic i wrote a few days ago

Dear Ol' Reggie (dammit, why couldn't he have kicked the bucket in this timeline too?) had booted you, along with the Umbrella-Academy-Minus-Ben out of the house. Luckily, Allison heard this fantastic rumor about a nice motel having a few open rooms for free, as well as free room service thrown into the mix. You got stuck with Klaus. Which, you weren't complaining that much, you were used to his bullshit, but he was a constant reminder of what you had lost, which consequently was residing, alive, a few blocks away. The living boy who didn't remember you at all. "Okay, Mopey McMoperson, what's the deal." Klaus glanced over at you. " 's nothing." "It's Ben, isn't it?" you looked away. "Oh, my god, I'm right! It is!" "Shut up, Klaus!" "Sorry, sorry..." he trailed off, taking a breath. "You know, he, um, talked about you a lot. When he was dead. It was always 'Can we go see Y/N?' and 'How's Y/N?' and 'Hey look it's Y/N, can we go say hi?'...It got kind of annoying, actually. For 17 years, you were the only thing he ever talked about." You smiled softly at Klaus' attempt to make you feel better. "He...he doesn't remember me." "That's not our Ben, silly girl. Don't worry, we'll figure this out." He smiled gently at you, and you couldn't help but think that you liked him more when he was sober. "Now, let's go to sleep. I call the bed next to the window!" You laughed, the mood lightened by Klaus' exclamation. *** Click. Click click. The door creaked open and you shot up, peering through the darkness. The intruder sat itself on the edge of your bed. "Hey," it whispered. "Diego?" You glared at him, and he giggled softly. "Don't do that, asshole. You scared me." "Well, what else was I supposed to do? The door was locked." "I dunno, Di, there's this cool thing called knocking. You should try it sometime." You could hear him roll his eyes, even in the dark. "Shut up." You sighed softly. Before Ben had died, you started to befriend Diego. After Ben died, your bond with the knife thrower grew. "What's wrong, Diego?" "I just...this whole Ben thing, and...I was thinking..." he trailed off. "What?" "What if Mom's not there either? What if Dad didn't see a need for some robot nanny?" "Well, it's not like we got a good look around the place. Reggie boy kicked us out." Klaus piped in. Diego sighed. "Klaus, go back to sleep." "All I'm saying is, you got nothing to worry about, big bro. Everything will work out in the end." "Yeah. Yeah you're right..." he sighed. "I'm gonna go to bed now." "Night, Diego." You and Klaus called. **1 week later** You had rented out a small apartment, finding a more permanent place to stay...for the time being. You had turned to go to sleep in your (unfamiliar) bed, when there was a quiet knock on the window. You walked closer cautiously, pulling the curtains aside. You peered out into the darkness, to find... Ben? He smiled awkwardly at you, waving. You blinked in shock, trying not to cry as you tugged the window open. He clambered in, closing the window behind him. "H-hey, Y/N." "Ben? How did you- I thought-" Ben grimaced, wincing. "Yeah, I'm...I'm sorry." "You said you didn't know me." "You don't look the same! Y/N, you died when we were 16!" You blinked, and he slapped a hand over his mouth. "Y/N, I..." "Ben Hargreeves, don't even speak to me of 'looking the same'. You just...you left! When we were kids! And I had to hear from your druggie brother that you had died!" Ben's eyes widened. "I- I'm sorry, I-" you stuttered. "No, I'm sorry." Ben cupped your cheek. "I am so sorry." You furrowed your brows. "Ben, I-" you were cut off when he captured your lips in a kiss. You kissed him back softly, and he grinned before pulling away, setting his forehead against yours. "Ben, you gotta get rid of the rat-stache." "W-what?!" he cried indignantly. "It makes me look cool!" "It makes you look like you're going through a depressed emo phase." He scoffed, glaring playfully at you, before bursting into giggles.

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thanks for reading 😌 ily

#ben hargreeves x reader #part 2 i guess

[karlajoyner]

Worst Enemy (Charlie Gillespie x Reader)

A/n: Sorry this took so long! I just wasn't sure how I wanted to go about this request since I haven’t read that much smut lately to be fully inspired. I read a lot of 5 seconds of summer smut to say the least. Calum Hood smut to be exact and my fingers couldn’t stop typing after that.😂 But I hope you guys like it! Please let me know if you do! Don't read it if you just want a normal imagine. Some normal ones coming soon. Also I have an upcoming announcement after I hit 150 followers!

Requested by: irwindshield (Wattpad)

Warnings: Super Smutty (18+)

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"And action!" Kenny shouted.

I scowled at the boy in front of me who looked just as mad as I was.

"Seriously Luke your gonna tell me that you and Julie don't have anything going on"

"Y/c/n I already told you we don't! Isn't that enough?!" Charlie spoke standing up from his seat on the couch.

"No it's not. Not when you spent all weekend writing love songs together"

"It was one song and it wasn't about each other"

"One song still means something"

"Why does it even matter to you I'm single now? Isn't that what you wanted? To be free well now you're free to be with whoever you want or did you forget what happened with Reggie?"

"Nothing happened with Reggie. We were joking around. It's not my fault your jealous!" I shouted in frustration.

"Look who's talking" He said getting up in my face. Both our chests heaving in anger as we stared at each other angrily.

"You know what Patterson even when we're both dead I still regret ever falling in love with you all those years ago" I spoke through gritted teeth. I turned around dramatically to walk away, only to have Charlie grab me by the wrist and spin me around. Our faces now inches apart.

In aggravation he crash his lips onto mine shoving his tongue into my mouth. I huffed wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him closer. We both fought for dominance as his hands found their way around my waist lifting me up in the air.

I got so caught up in the heated make out session I almost didn't hear Kenny yell for the end of the scene.

"Cut!" He shouted Charlie immediately letting me go. I scoffed pushing myself away from him to see his hair disheveled, his lips plump, and smeared with my red lipstick. I'd be lying if I didn't admit I wanted to finish what we started now. But I couldn't do that when the insanely hot actor I wanted to push me up against the wall also happened to be my worst enemy.

"That was great guys!" Kenny said walking towards us.

"We might reshoot tomorrow if we have time since this is a kids show and that was a little too not kid friendly. Maybe hold back on the tongue"

"You got it Kenny"

"It's already late enough thank you two for staying back tonight we really had to get this in. Have a good night!"

"It was no problem. See you tomorrow" I smiled at our director as he walked away. I turned back to the boy beside me glaring at him.

"Well that was shitty. He's right you use way too much tongue. It was like Niagara Falls" I spoke using hand gestures. I watched the brunette roll his eyes in annoyance making me grin. Turning back around I began to walk back towards my trailer deciding to just turn in my costume tomorrow. Like I had done so many times after shooting until the am.

"You know I've had plenty of people who think my kissing is amazing" Charlie spoke walking a few feet away from me seeing as his trailer was right beside mine. Unfortunate perks of playing love interest who broke up in the show.

"I hate to break it to you Charles but they lied"

"Shut up. I'm done with your shit for the day"

"You know if there's one thing I hate more than having to shoot a scene so late it's having to shoot it with you Gillespie"

"Yeah well it's no fun for me either. I mean having to make out with a fucking jerk and act like I'm in love with her. Isn't exactly the highlight of my year!" He whispered shouted making sure no one heard us. It was late and the very few people who stayed in their trailers were probably dead asleep due to how long filming went on today.

"Not for me either! Why do you hate me so much? I swear I tried to be fucking nice to you when we met"

"Please you were anything but nice" He argued making me facepalm.

"You fucking liar! I introduced myself. I stuck my hand out for you to shake and you completely denied it. If anything you're the prick and the asshole!" I shouted reaching the outskirts of my trailer.

Suddenly I felt my body collide with the cold vehicle behind me and a cold hand landing on my mouth. My eyes widened looking up at the man in front of me who's chest was heaving.

"You wanna say that to my face y/l/n" He spoke through gritted teeth.

"Look we both promised that we'd keep this little feud between us a secret for the sake of the show and our cast mates. So if you don't shut that big mouth of yours we might just get caught" He whispered making me roll my eyes.

Finally coming back to my senses I removed his hand from my mouth, looking him straight in the eyes.

"You fucking prick" I repeated myself seeing what he would say next. But he didn't say anything. Not a word.

I watched his face closely as his eyes flickered to my lips. He slowly leaned forward hesitant on his actions. Rolling my eyes I took initiative, smashing my lips onto his. I let out a breath as he lifted my leg up to pull me closer. Nearly letting a moan escape as I felt his hard on press against the front of my jeans.

"Can't even fucking make the first move. How fucking dry your sex life must be" I panted teasingly as we pulled away.

"Shut the fuck up" He whispered pressing his lips to mine once more with such a force. I immediately kissed back realization hitting me. We were in the middle of a parking lot filled with trailers.

I pushed him away taking his hand leading him to my trailer that wasn't too far. He complied following closely behind. Pressing his body into mine as I unlocked the door as quick as possible. I stepped into the trailer switching on the dim light. I bit my lip turning around to finally face Charlie who stood there with his beautiful blue eyes darkened with lust.

"Are we really gonna do this?" I asked leaning on the counter in the small kitchen area.

"I don't know. I-I mean we don't have to if you don't want to. We could just leave it here if that's w-what you want"

"Well what do you want?" I asked raising an eyebrow. I watched as his body shifted uncomfortably as I removed the jean jacket on my body leaving me in a silky satin cami.

"I really wanna fuck you" He responded biting his lip. My stomach filling with butterflies getting the response I was hoping for.

"Then do it" I stated watching as he made his way towards me. Crashing his lips onto mine. I let out a huff as he lifted me off the ground and pushed me onto the counter roughly. My back hitting the wood behind me forcefully.

"Seriously?" I panted pulled away from the kiss first.

"Sorry" He muttered sheepishly before diving into my neck. Finding a spot to suck on. I craned my neck allowing him more access not even caring that I'd have to deal with the makeup team tomorrow.

Before giving it a second thought I pulled off my top tossing it across the room leaving me in a teal Lacey bra. The same color of the cami I was wearing.

"Holy fuck" Charlie whispered most blankly admiring the view. I let out a giggle tugging at his shirt as well signaling I wanted it off. He quickly got the message.

It was my turn to drool seeing his tightly toned abs turning me on even more than I already was. I was knocked out of my trance by Charlie kissing me passionately once more. My eyes fluttering shut, pulling the hairs on his neck. Our tongues now fighting for dominance.

His hands moved away from my waist to my back. Unhooking my bra from my body. We shifted slightly, the material being flung across the room. Within seconds his hands roamed my body freely once more. A groan escaping my mouth as his lips moved down my neck.

Until eventually settling on my nipple. My core was now throbbing in anticipation of his next moves.

I bit my lip trying to keep quiet but at the rate his hands were moving it was nearly impossible. I watched as he moved down my body. Undoing my jeans quickly.

I whimpered as Charlie spread my legs apart. Toying with the thin fabric of the panties I was wearing. Feeling myself getting wetter by the second I grasped onto his hair. "Fuck Charlie please" I whined as he began to place kisses up my thighs. Each one a little longer than the last.

"Please what?"

"Don't make me fucking ask again Gillespie. I don't beg" I spoke pulling him harder from his hair. Forcing him to look up at me.

He growled at my actions ripping apart the fabric and tossing it off to the side.

My back arched feeling his slender fingers enter me. A loud moan escaping my lips as he skillfully pumped his fingers in and out of my entrance.

I bit my lip tightly opening my legs wider to give him better access. Only to feel the feeling of pleasure leave my body.

"What the fu-" My words were cut off by Charlie grabbing me by the thighs. Pulling me closer to the edge of the counter.

"Holy shit" I moaned as he dipped his head between my legs to attach himself to my now sensitive cunt. Sucking on it harshly with no hesitation. His tongue moved around so effortlessly. I threw my head back as my fingers entangled into his hair wanting to feel him now more than ever.

"So fucking good" He groaned pulling away to add two fingers. Doubling the satisfaction. My lips parting to slightly as my eyes screwed shut.

"Charlie I'm s-so close" I muttered feeling his fingers spread up. Within seconds he sent me over the edge. Pleasure coursing through my body. I panted loudly attempting to steady my breathing. Watching as Charlie stood up. Lifting his glistening fingers up to his lips sucking off every last drop of cum that coated them. I let out another moan at the sight feeing myself getting turned on again.

"You okay?" He asked raising an eyebrow at me. I giggled seeing his already plump lips swollen.

"Perfectly fine Charles" I spoke wiping off my juices running down his chin with a towel nearby.

"A thousand times better now actually"

"I'm glad to hear you say that baby. Cause I'm not done with you" He whispered holding me firmly by the waist.

"Oh really?" I asked raising an eyebrow at the boy.

"Well unless you wanna wait until tomorrow after our first date"

"First date? Are you asking me out?"

"So what if I am? You got a problem with it y/l/n?"

"Nope. No problem here. Well except for the fact that I'm all dirty and sweaty" I said running my fingers through his messy hair.

"Well that just won't do for my princess will it? Round 2 in the shower?" He questioned making me laugh.

"If you think you can make me cum again then yes" I laughed pulling him into a passionate kiss.

"Oh I know I can" He mumbled into my lips before lifting me off the counter. I giggled as he walked to the bathroom in the back of the trailer. The small confined space making me realize just how hot he actually was. It was. I balanced myself as he put me down to turn on the water. I began to set it at a warm temperature, Listening as Charlie stripped himself of the rest of his clothes from behind me.

"Your so beautiful" Charlie whispered wrapping his arms around my waist from behind.

"Mmm you weren't saying that last week"

"I wasn't saying it but I was thinking it" He spoke as I felt something poking me from behind.

"You think about me?" I asked turning around to face him.

"A lot" He responded as I walked backwards. The warm water hitting me from above for a split second before my back hit the cold wall.

"Good" I responded as he pinned me up against the wall.

I huffed as his large hands grabbed me from behind my thighs. Wrapping my legs around his waist. Our make out session getting more heated by the second. Pulling him closer wanting nothing more than to feel him inside of me.

He was quick to line himself up to my entrance. Entering me slowly.

"C-can I move?" He asked after a moment. I nodded thankful he let me adjust to his size.

Within seconds we both were a wreck as he pounded into me. A string of curse words leaving our lips as the warm water fell over us.

I moaned as he hit my g-spot. My legs becoming weaker the faster he moved. I felt familiar knot forming at the pit of my stomach as he let out a noise of disgruntlement.

"Fuck baby I'm almost there"

I nodded along. Not daring to attempt to form any words. Both of us reaching our climax one after the other.

"We should do this again sometime. You know after our date" He grinned placing me down gently.

"I agree" I spoke moving under the water. I sighed contently as his arms wrapped around me from behind. His lips grazing my skin as he place chaste kisses upon it. A small smile forming on my face.

As much as this was the end of our little feud it also a new beginning to a new relationship.

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[legolasghosty]

"i hate you" "there's people coming" and now they're making out

for Boggie cuz... y'know. :D please?

Ooooo okayyyy! Hehe I love these two, I don't get an excuse to write them nearly enough!

Bobby ducked into an alcove and let himself fall back against the wall, trying to get his breathing under control. This wasn't how this was supposed to go. Nothing about tonight was going right.

In, 2, 3, 4, out, 2, 3, 4...

Having someone on his arm tonight was supposed to get people to leave him alone. Sure, Bobby had known it wasn't a permanent solution to the constant nagging over his upcoming ascension to the throne and his lack of a partner to sit beside him. But he'd expected his family and the court to be too relieved that he was showing serious interest in anyone to tear into any issues about who his 'partner' was.

In, 2, 3, 4, out, 2, 3, 4...

"Hey, you okay?"

Bobby flinched away from the voice, one fist clenching around the edge of his tunic. "I'm fine," he said, tone flat.

"Well I guess I'll just come be 'fine' with you then," Reggie said, a hint of sarcasm in his voice as he slid into the alcove across from Bobby.

Bobby forced himself to meet the eyes of his friend and 'partner'. Reggie was sweet, too sweet to be dealing with this disaster of an evening. Bobby should never have dragged him into this. He'd barely known the man for two months, for heaven's sake!

"Sorry, I figured you were someone else," he forced out. "Are you okay?"

Reggie shrugged. "I'm alright, nothing I haven't heard before."

Bobby felt his shoulders tensing all over again at the thought of anyone talking down to Reggie like that at all, let alone often enough for him to be so accustomed to it. He wondered just how far away Reggie was from. It must be within the country. Bobby could likely have a whole squadron of guards there in under 48 hours, ready to destroy anyone who dared to hurt the angel of a man before him.

"I'm sorry," he said. No reason to voice any of his true thoughts. "For my family and for dragging you into this."

Reggie inched closer, fingers brushing against Bobby's knuckles. "Hey, I knew what I was getting myself into. It's all good."

"No, it's not!" Bobby snapped. "No one should be saying those sorts of things about anyone, but I knew they would and I still brought you here."

"They're just careful because they care about y-" Reggie began.

"No they don't!" Bobby interrupted. "They tear into everyone they see as 'lesser', regardless of how good that person is or isn't. They enjoy it. They don't care about me, they just care that I'm the one who's going to be sitting on that throne next year."

He felt like he was going to tear his clothes with how tightly his fingers gripped them, but he couldn't seem to stop. The words kept slipping from his mouth. He couldn't turn it off.

"I mean, why the heck do you think I haven't dated anyone? There's never been anyone that I cared about enough to make it worth the pain my family would cause them. Sure I'm interested in someone every once in a while, but 'interested' isn't enough to keep anyone around after them. I might as well just die alone and childless and let the kingdom pass to someone who isn't as polluted as I am."

He finally stopped, breathing hard. Reggie was just staring at him. Bobby waited for him to run. That was the only logical thing to do. But the young knight didn't budge.

"What would it take for you to let someone in?" Reggie asked finally.

Bobby blinked hard, trying to make sense of the question. Hadn't he just said that was what he would never do? What he shouldn't do? But Reggie's face is so open and curious, how can Bobby deny him an answer?

"I guess I would have to love them," Bobby responded.

"Then what does that mean you feel for me?" Reggie asked, voice soft. "If you would have to love someone to bring them here, what does that mean for us?"

I love you, Bobby wanted to say. But he couldn't. He couldn't subject Reggie to the pain that was the life he was trapped in. The people he was surrounded with. The constant nagging and prodding and needling to make everyone else happy. Reggie was good. He should be free. And this was never real to begin with.

"I hate you," Bobby said, the words catching on his lips like the jagged lies they were.

Reggie's eyes flashed with something Bobby knew he despised, though he couldn't fully read it before it was gone. Then Reggie's gaze darted past Bobby's shoulder and panic took over his expression.

"People coming," was all the explanation Bobby got before Reggie was crowding into his space, hands cupping his jaw as the knight's mouth met his.

Bobby tried not to melt into the kiss. It was just a performance after all. But Reggie's lips were warm and his hands were gentle and Bobby couldn't resist the urge to twine his own arms around the other's waist, pulling him closer. Reggie let out a pleased sound and Bobby was helpless against the desire to run his tongue over the knight's lower lip. And when he was allowed entry into his mouth, there was no stopping him.

He knew it was wrong. But it felt so good, so easy, so freeing to kiss Reggie. The guiding motions of the hand sliding up into his hair reminded him of riding through the fields, both of them spurring their horses to go faster and faster as the wind yanked at their clothes. The soft moans that passed between their joined mouths were sweeter than any symphony Bobby had been forced to sit through as a child. The steady weight pressing him against the wall was the best kind of drowning. It urged him to let go, to sink, to forget the world of before.

And then it was gone. Bobby couldn't breathe. Reggie leaned back, glancing past him.

"They're gone, sorry about that," the knight said, his voice hoarse.

"Don't you dare apologize," Bobby managed, still struggling for air.

"You said you hated me," Reggie pointed out softly. "And then I kissed you."

Oh yeah. Bobby said that. He should say it again. For Reggie's sake. But he couldn't. Not with all the memories if their adventures together at his fingertips. Not with his gentle words rolling over him like the tides. Not with the phantom feeling of their bodies entwined consuming his thoughts.

"I don't," Bobby admitted before he could stop himself. "I don't hate you. I should, but I don't."

A smile lit up Reggie's face, small as it was. "Yeah?"

"I want you to be safe," Bobby sighed, "and safest would be away from me. But I don't know if I can be okay with that."

"You don't have to be," Reggie promised, grabbing his hand. "We can make this work."

"It's not going to be easy," Bobby warned. But the war was already lost. They both knew it.

"I love a challenge," Reggie joked, like he had the first time they met.

This time, it was Bobby who kissed him first. It was softer than before, more honest. A promise to try. And Reggie kissed him right back, sealing the deal. Well this was a terrible idea. But Bobby couldn't bring himself to care.

#legolas tag #legolas answers asks #julie and the phantoms #jatp #jatp fanfic #reggie peters #bobby shaw #boggie #vague royalty au? #fake dating au #bro I have no clue what the setting is here #they just decided to fill in random details here and there #while telling me nothing else #but gosh they're so cute!!! #dang it's been a minute since I've written a make out bit #hopefully it was okay #and I hope this lived up to your expectations!!! #I had a blast writing it!

[invisibleraven]

'things you interrupted me to say' just has PeterPatterLina vibes to me

"Just had to goad the bad guy didn't you Luke?" Julie grumbled as she flexed her hands in the handcuffs binding them to their chairs.

"He was wrong about later period Impressionism and he had to be taught," Luke replied.

"So not the point," Julie sighed. "Do you happen to have your picks within reach?"

"In my other suit, sorry," Luke replied. "You got a bobby pin hidden in those curls?"

"Unfortunately not."

"Guys?"

"How long do you think it'll be before he comes back to gloat about his plan going off under the FBI's nose?" Luke mused.

"You think he's coming back?" Julie snarked. "I know you're only a consultant, but you know as well as I do the bad guys usually don't come back to monologue."

"Guys!"

"I mean, yeah, but this guys just has that aura you know?" Luke said. "Total attention seeker. Why else would he have a life sized portrat of himself in the lobby?"

"That was a tad gauche wasn't it?" Julie asked, wrinkling her nose.

"GUYS!"

Luke winced as his earpiece almost blew out and then lit up. "Reg!"

"Wait, do you still have your earpiece?" Julie asked. "We could have radioed for help ages ago!"

"Sorry, it lost reception when we went underground and I guess designing it like a hearing aid made them less likely to take it," Luke replied. "Yay for bad guys who aren't ableist dicks."

"Can you two stop your banter for one moment and talk to me please?" Reggie said with a sigh. "I swear this is the last time I take van duty when you guys are on a case."

"Reg says it's our own fault we got caught because we didn't bring him,: Luke said smugly then winced when Reggie sent a blast of feedback down the line.. "So I paraphrased. A bit."

"I mean at least Reggie doesn't backtalk the bad guys unless they insult Star Wars or Dolly," Julie said good naturedly. "Does he have a fix on our location and a plan to get us out of here?"

"Reg?" Luke asked. "You got a plan in that big sexy brain of yours?"

"Of course I do," Reggie replied. "Look, there is a pick sewn into the lining of your shirt, find it and get yourselves free."

"I really need to learn how to do that," Julie said as she rubbed her wrists once Luke snapped the handcuffs off. "What does our genius boyfriend want us to do next?"

"Well he says the door is probably guarded and they took your gun," Luke said. "No windows, and no grates."

"I can hear a boat horn nearby," Julie said. "And gulls, so we're near a pier."

"Concrete is standard, but the paint on it is new," Luke commented.

"I've got agents who are converging on you, so sit tight," Reggie stated. "Good thing I put a tracker in Luke's earpiece."

"You did what now?" Luke questioned.

"I put one in Julie's too, but they smashed hers, so I guess I'll have to make a new one," Reggie replied.

"Did you know he was tracking us?" Luke asked Julie.

She shrugged. "It makes sense. I'm an FBI agent, you are a criminal working with the bureau under probation. We do tend to get into trouble quite a lot, Makes sense to me."

"I am wearing a literal ankle monitor!" Luke protested, waving his foot...which had the bracelet removed. "Well I was!"

"Yeah, but we have to take it off for so many ops and bad guys toss it to avoid getting tacked when we don't, this seemed easier. And easier to replace," Reggie replied.

"Before you ask, no this doesn't mean you can go without the ankle monitor," Julie stated before Luke could even form the question.

Luke pouted, but he knew that this was the deal. He helped solve a bunch of white collar crimes, he avoided prison and worked out his sentence in way that he loved, with the two people who had quickly captured his heart.

Sure they had to keep their relationship a secret to keep everything above board, but he only had a few months left, after which he could get a legit job, and then the three of them could live a perfectly normal life. Well as normal a life as a throuple made up of two FBI agents and a former conman could.

"I hear gunshots," Julie said.

"Brace for impact," Reggie warned. "I'll see you two on the other side. Stay safe."

"You too Reg," Luke replied.

"We'll see you soon, keep the van running," Julie said.

"Always do," he said.

They made it out in one piece, managed to make a few arrests, and got the paperwork done with some fleetness. Meaning they could go home to Julie's place for a night in-with no interruptions.

#filled prompts #ficlet #rukebox #peterpatterlina #julie and the phantoms

[vanillann]

staring (luke patterson x reader)

of course!! i hope you enjoy!! this isn’t my best work so i’m sorry!!

word count: 1.0k

Alex hit the last note on the cymbals, smiling wildly at the other members of the band then to me.

“That was amazing,” I stood up clapping rapidly as Julie ran over and wrapped her arms around my shoulder.

“We are totally going to rock this gig,” Luke spoke up, setting his guitar to the side and skipping over to the other side of me.

Julie un-wrapped her arms around me, I was about to speak but Reggie was right in front of me, waiting for his hug.

“Come on,” I spoke, wrapping the boy in a hug which made him happy, Reggie didn’t care who gave him hugs, he just wanted them in return for everything.

“We did it, we did it,” Reggie sang lightly as he pulled away from the quick hug.

“Gotta say, I only played so good to give (Y/N) a show.”

I looked beside me at Luke, who had his never-ending cocky smile glued to his face, which I could smack off right now.

“What that’s supposed to mean,” I turned to Luke, my arms crossed over my chest. I heard Alex whistle and say something about “Go (Y/N)” but I had blocked it out as I waited for Luke to finish his thought.

“Just saying, with how hard you were staring I thought I should give you a show,” Like shrugged, taking a small step closer to me, his smirk growing when I didn’t snap back immediately.

So maybe I was staring at Luke, I mean he looked like he did. His hands ran over the Fretz cleaning, making the sound of magic stream from it. The way his muscle tee made his arms visible killed me inside.

“No comment?”

“Actually I do have a comment,” I held up my finger, daring Luke to speak before I was finished. He stayed quiet, looking down at me dating the same thing.

I could feel the tension grow in the room, I suddenly felt bad for the rest of the group that had to watch the awkward interaction.

“I wasn’t staring at you, sorry to break it to you,” So much for a witty comment, but it was something. I heard Julie let out a laugh behind me, which earned her my elbow to her rib.

“Really, I think I saw your-“ he took two-finger and pointed them at my eyes.

“-eye following me,” he shrugged, falling back into the couch that sat behind us. I heard Julie slowly back away from behind me, mostly like leaving with Alex and Reggie.

I couldn’t blame them, the tension was like fog across the studio.

“I think you’re seeing things Luke,” I made my way across the room, running my fingers over Alex’s drum set.

“Well, I think you’re seeing things, things being me.”

I rolled my eyes, thinking of a better comeback to get myself out of this stupid situation. Why couldn’t Reggie make a comment like he normally did when this happened?

“I wasn’t,” maybe if I stopped making a big deal of it, Luke would drop it and I’d be saved from my own mistakes.

“You were,” I heard Luke stand from the couch, watching him out the corner of my eye walk to where I stood.

“So what!”

I smacked my hand over my mouth, turning to look at Luke with wide eyes. His eyebrows raised, looking at me while letting little giggles fall around his lips. He walked closer to me, cornering me to one of the beams in the studio.

“You fell from me,” Luke sang the word, smiling as he did his best to keep me in my place. I panic, trying to slip to the left to him but his arm stopped me. Those stupid beautiful arms. I looked up to him, panic swimming in my eyes as he shone down at me.

I quickly ran to his right, making it around him, but his leg jumped in front of me in panic. My body was sent to the hard floor of the studio, luckily catching myself with my hands but my wrist still hurt from the impact.

“Oh crap,” Luke turned around, bending down to make eye contact with me as he kept a steady hand on my back.

“I'm so so sorry.”

I shocked my head, flipping around so my back laid on the floor and I looked up to a panicked Luke.

“I’m good, just gonna lay here a minute.”

He nodded, turning off his knees so he was sitting beside me on the floor. I let out a laugh, closing my eyes and rolling over slightly. This whole situation was exactly how it would have happened.

I accidentally told my ghost crush I liked him and then he accidentally tripped me when I tried to run away.

“You fell for me,” Luke sang softly to himself again.

“I didn’t fall for you, you tripped me,” I corrected, smiling when he let out a loud laugh that filled the room. My own giggles followed his, a large smile painted across my face. After the laughter died off, the room was quiet and calm, completely opposite what filled the room minutes ago.

“I don’t mind that you’re staring at me, I actually like it.”

“You do,” I bite my lip, doing my best to not let out a witty comment.

“Yeah, I’d be mad if you were staring at anyone else,” he ran his shoe over the floor, making little pictures as he did so.

I said nothing, still watching the ceiling as I thought how to go about it.

“You fell for me,” I sang softly, laughing in between each word I spoke.

“Very funny,” Luke rolled his eyes, looking at me from the corner of his eye. I smiled to myself, slowly sitting up so Luke and my shoulders were touching. Luke pressed his shoulder closer, smiling when I did the same back.

“I did, fall for you.”

“Right back at you, bro,” I cringed at my own words, making a disgusted face when I looked at Luke who returned it.

“Did you just-”

“Hush,” I held my finger up to his lips, smiling at him. His eyes shimmer as the light filter into the studio and I couldn’t believe how perfect he looked.

“You’re staring.”

“Yeah, I am.”

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[theladyragnell]

Touch, Secret and Past for Julie and The Phantoms?

Pretty much as soon as it sinks in that the boys can touch her, they start trailing her around like ducklings.

And it's not like Julie minds. She loves the boys, and it's a lot easier to keep things secret from her dad now that Carlos knows, much as she hates to admit it, so if they want to cuddle her as well as each other, fine, they can cuddle. She and Luke spend two days arguing about stage choreography now that they can't do the showy move where they walk through each other to switch who's in the spotlight, but it could be way worse.

It just turns out to be really awkward at school.

"Seriously, no more secrets," Flynn says after a really stressful math class where Alex spent the whole time with his head on her shoulder just listening to some algebra. She thinks he fell asleep at some point. "If there's ghost stuff going on you tell me, right? That's the deal."

There's definitely ghost stuff going on. Carrie's dad keeps inviting her over to hang with Carrie like they're six again and she's definitely going to have to deal with that sometime, for one thing. Plus Nick is acting really weird. But neither of those is the problem. "Nothing is wrong! Just ... the boys are really clingy right now."

Flynn scowls at the air around her, which are good instincts, because Alex is still following her around and is looking really offended. At least he's the least rude of them, which means he's not arguing and making it hard to hear Flynn. "If they are up in your business without your consent, I am going to get whatever magical powers you've got going on just so I can smack them."

"That would be really great, actually," says Alex, all wide puppy dog eyes, and okay, that is enough.

"We are not talking about this at school!" She glares between Flynn and Alex. "We are going to have a band meeting this afternoon. You can come if you want, Flynn."

"Hell yes I'm coming if they're being weird."

Alex spends the rest of the passing period complaining that he's not being weird with the kind of guilty face that says he definitely knows he's being weird, but he does back off after that, and the only ghost Julie sees lurking around for the rest of the day is Luke, who almost never misses a music class these days.

In her garage after school, Flynn sits down on the couch with her arms crossed and Julie glares at the boys, who are all trying to pretend everything is totally normal, which it definitely isn't, because Reggie has designated himself spokesman, which always means he's going to try to spin some bullshit.

Julie decides not to wait and see what it is. "I get that you guys have only had each other to hug for twenty-five years, but I have to go to school! People do not cuddle in class! And the next person to try to hug me while I'm having dinner with my dad is getting kicked, he is going to get that something is weird!"

"Nothing is weird!" says Reggie, but Luke elbows him and he slumps, so he's probably not going to fight too hard on it.

"Things are weird. Can we at least designate cuddle times or something?"

"This sounds so bad," Flynn mutters, and Julie makes an apologetic face at her. It's going to be really good if the band takes off, because she's going to be buying Flynn lunch every day for the rest of their lives at this rate.

Alex is slouching with the sad puppy face again, and Reggie is getting there, so Luke is the one to step forward, which usually means they're ready for negotiations. "We're sorry if we've been around too much. It's just ... really nice to have someone besides each other."

"And Willie," says Alex.

"And Willie," Luke agrees. "It's been a really long time since we had a family that wasn't just us, even before we died. So now it really feels like you're a part of it, and we just wanted to be around you."

"You're going to fail math class, that is what that face is telling me," says Flynn, and Julie flaps a hand at her for quiet.

"We'll stop coming around during class, and we'll be more careful," says Alex. "And you can always say if you need some privacy." Luke scowls at him, and he scowls right back. "She can, Luke!"

"It's okay, Alex is looking out for my algebra grade," says Julie.

"I knew he was my favorite."

"Hey," says Reggie. "Rude! This is why I like you best, Julie, you don't play favorites."

Julie laughs and goes to sit next to Flynn. "Thank you guys, I appreciate when you remember that boundaries exist and I am definitely going to hold you to them. But as long as everybody gives Flynn her personal space, maybe we can all sit on the couch for a few minutes before practice starts."

She hardly gets the words out before they're piling on, a bunch of flailing limbs pushing and pulling, and she laughs and leans against Flynn and figures it's not that bad, being part of their family.

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