#the way she makes louis smile... his face in the last gif i...

[brotherconstant]

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE 1.06 || Like Angels Put in Hell by God

#iwtv #iwtvedit #interview with the vampire #claudia iwtv #claudia de pointe du lac #louis de pointe du lac #jacob anderson #bailey bass #vctvedit #beegifs #she's right <3 #the way she makes louis smile... his face in the last gif i... #a second later: honk honk asshole incoming #claudia

[joanquill]

If you’re requests are open(feel free to ignore this if not) HEAR ME OUT, headcanons/imagine/whatever you wanna do really with the moriarty bros liking a childhood friend(separately or they can all like the. Friend that’s up to you) like maybe it was the kid that one duchess adopted(yknow the one that made Earl Moriarty feel like he had to adopt a kid) cause like the duchess was like an actual nice person who wanted to help the poor an all that so maybe she raised the orphan the same way?(im so heckin sorry if none of this makes sense my dude, I’m horrible at this rip)

Being Childhood Friends with the Moriarty Brothers

Albert, William, and Louis James Moriarty

A/N: It's okay my guy! It was clear and it was really fun writing this one :) I may have forgotten the romance part last minute asjkas so it's longer than normal :') Tag/s: Long (1.7k words)

Growing up in the orphanage since you were a baby, you have half given up on the idea of being adopted.

So the fact that a kind woman-- a duchess no less, adopted you was a surprise you never saw coming.

But you were grateful for your new life and the woman you now call your mother for this second chance.

Coming from rock bottom yourself, you and the duchess worked hard with foundations and charities for the poor and unfortunate, even if it meant scandals and rumors circling around you and your new family.

However, your new title didn't mean anything to other noble kids.

You were scrutinized and avoided like a plague by other noble families.

This didn't come as a surprise, but it was still uncomfortable attending balls and having everyone stay five feet away from you, spreading rumors about you being riddled with disease.

The duchess defended you, saying despite not being bound by blood, you were her child through and through and a noble.

Unfortunately, her words only fell on deaf ears.

Not that you mind, knowing firsthand how the rich treat the poor on the streets.

Worried about you feeling lonely, your mother tried to make friends with other fellow mothers and set up a playdate or tea parties, rich or poor.

Even when you tried to play nice with other nobles, as suggested by the duchess, the noble kids didn't give you a chance.

It also didn't help with their mothers calling your mother a hedge creeper, wagtail, or their husband's mistress.

To say you were banned from a couple of tea parties was an understatement.

However, hearing Lord Moriarty also adopted kids, the duchess wasted no time setting up a playdate for you.

Albert James Moriarty

You two have actually met before during a party.

Granted, scaring the kids who threw rocks at you to run into a thorny rose bush was not the best first impression, but it did make quite an impact on him.

He found you in the gardens, admiring the flowers, when a group of kids thought it would be funny to throw rocks at you.

He was about to tell off the kids until one threw a rock especially hard, making you fall on your face.

Snapping, you decided to play along with their accusations of you being diseased.

A limp in your step, hoarse voice, reaching out your arms to them as you chased them through the gardens and made them run through a thorny bush, making you smile in triumph.

Albert saw the whole thing, hiding a smile behind his hand as he watched you dust yourself off.

He was about to introduce himself to you until he saw your forehead bleeding and led you back inside to treat your wound.

It may not have been the best way, but hey! You made a friend!

Ever since that day, you would always look for Albert and follow him around for the rest of the gathering.

You knew his mother hated you, and his brother saw you as an insect. But you just completely ignore them and talk to Albert, making the two furious.

He taught you the etiquette needed to see in nobles and even the dances for different music.

If you two weren't outside avoiding the party, you two were talking and eating in the corner off in your own world.

Because of this, some noble kids started trying to get close to you to reach Albert or just hate your complete existence.

Despite all this, you kept hanging out with Albert unapologetically, seeing he was as lonely as you were in this rich man's world.

NOW while he only saw you as a good friend, Albert knew he wanted to stay by your side as long as he could.

Sneaking out of parties, knowing looks, and inside jokes the two of you only knew were some of his treasured memories.

However, he also knew the judging stares of other nobles, saying you weren't supposed to be here.

He tried to step away, hoping you would be safer if you had some distance, but he would always find you within arm's reach.

You kept smiling and being yourself despite everyone around you waiting for one mistake to drag you down.

You were the only one who was a genuine friend to him, wanting nothing in return but his company.

While you were rough around the edges as a noble, you were a gem as a person, always lending a helping hand to those in need.

You were also the only one who would accompany him during his trips to the orphanages or outreach programs.

He would even catch you volunteering, hosting charities, or helping others with your own pocket money.

So when he saw you jumping into traffic to save a child, tattering your outfit in the process but smiling in relief to see the child was safe, he knew he couldn't let you go.

William James Moriarty

The first time you heard about William was from Albert about how he met a genius orphan who knew how to read advanced books at a young age and even gave advice to adults despite being a child.

And now, here you were on a playdate with him and his younger brother.

You tried getting close to the two, seeing how Albert praised them and wanted to get to know them better.

But you couldn't help but notice an invisible wall around the two brothers. Especially William.

While William was friendly from the start, you noticed something lurking behind his smile.

This didn't stop you from trying to be friends with them, though.

Relying on Albert's stories (and Albert himself), you tried getting close to William through his intellect.

Reading books together, visiting museums and art galleries, going to the public library, even showing him your own textbooks from your school.

His teasing you for your wrong answers was not welcomed, though.

Whenever you would ask him something, no matter how absurd, he always entertained you and gave you an answer.

During your talks, you would always have tea and snacks ready, considering how some of them would last for hours.

Slowly, William started to make the first move and approach you.

Offering to teach you lessons you found difficult, offering a tea party, or suggesting somewhere new for you four to visit.

Despite noticing the distance between you two getting smaller, you could still feel the invisible wall between you.

However, this didn't stop you from befriending the boy and treating him like the kid he was.

When he first met you, he thought you were only interesting, seeing as you were the reason he and Louis got adopted in the first place.

When he would approach you, it was only to feed your curiosity, seeing as you had a lot of questions about different things.

He would always give you an answer, watching your expression change as you listen to him.

Slowly, he started enjoying talking to you, amused at how you would find interest in the most bizarre things, ranging from random trivia to high-level knowledge.

That was until he found out you were asking for advice on how to put on successful charities and programs to help people.

When you revealed to him your plans to make a hospital for the impaired, you were proud of yourself for surprising the boy.

Even more when you told him you'd make sure to give him the recognition he deserved.

Considering how his intellect was only used for simple things such as growing flowers or for schemes like robbing a bank, you were a refreshing change of pace.

Now whenever you would ask him something, he would try to guess what you had planned through your questions, sometimes even teasing you when he got it right (which was all the time).

It became a little game between you two, one which he would look forward to and catch himself smiling at the sight of you.

Louis James Moriarty

Louis was the hardest one to become friends with.

He never left William's side and would keep his eyes on you.

Whenever you tried to talk to Louis, he only gave you short answers.

However, this didn't faze you as you kept trying to find a middle ground.

Not surprisingly, he would liven up whenever you would mention or compliment William.

Much to the boy's dismay, who is usually no farther than three feet away from you both.

Considering he had heart surgery, you tried to be considerate and only hang out at the Moriarty manor to spend time with him.

This was how you found out how he was treated by the staff.

While the butler treated you better for being a guest, you didn't excuse his treatment of Louis.

Now, you always help Louis with his chores and glare at the butler whenever Louis mentions the things he made him do.

One day, you offhanded mentioned how strong Louis must have been, going through everything he had.

Surprised by the sudden compliment, he mutters how untrue it was and what a burden he was to his brother.

This made you shower him with praise, saying he should be more confident in himself.

After that, Louis started warming up to you. Even greeting you as soon as you arrive with a smile on his face.

You may have bragged to Albert about being the first one to befriend Louis out of you two. 

At first, he was wary of you. Despite knowing you were also adopted, he didn't trust you.

But you would always make an effort to get to know Louis, even doing chores with him and defending him whenever you visit.

You never looked at him with pity and treated him just like another kid.

Whenever you and his brothers would play, you would always invite Louis and even pull him along, whether it was just hanging out in the manor or visiting some exotic spot in the city.

You would always listen and pay attention to him, making sure he was heard and seen by others whenever he spoke up.

And whenever he spoke ill of himself, you try to boost his confidence and point out his good points with clear eyes.

So when you called him strong and said how much he meant to you and his brothers, he knew you weren't lying.

Slowly, Louis started warming up to you and even clinging to you, which didn't go unnoticed by you three.

You may have cried tears of joy while William and Albert clapped for you.

Now, he considers you one of his trusted confidants and was always the first to greet you, even preparing your favorite tea and snacks in advance for your visits.

#yuukoku no moriarty x reader #moriarty the patriot x reader #albert moriarty x reader #albert james moriarty x reader #albert moriarty #albert james moriarty #william moriarty x reader #william james moriarty x reader #william moriarty #william james moriarty #louis james moriarty x reader #louis moriarty x reader #louis james moriarty #louis moriarty #headcanons

[sykosugu]

♤♢ on the run ♧♡ | five

♤ summary: she's an infamous bank robber, and he's the only detective that's been able to get close to her. he was never apart of her plans. but he's got his clutches in her and she can't let go.a geto suguru au

♢ warnings: this story will contain descriptions of violence, destructive behavior, toxic behavior, illegal activities, sexual content, death. use of weapons. forbidden romance

♧ aw: character death (not mc), blood, violence, ooc toji,

♡ currently: completed

♤ taglist: closed

♢ wc: 2.3k

♧ carlile speaks: omg we have arrived at the end of Sugu and Ruby's story. Im not sure how some of you will react to this part but I'm excited to find out! thank you all so much for the love over the course of this story. this was my first post in the jjk fandom and I feel like I was welcomed with open arms. I love and appreciate every single one of you in this community I've built. thank you all again for deeming me worthy of your time! see you in the next story! ALSO a big thank you to @celestie0 for helping me with this final chapter. I would not have done it without you!

♡: previous part | you are here

Toji Fushiguro was your best friend. Or at least you thought he was. Toji was a contact you made when you were eighteen years old, fresh out of highschool and right after your parents had kicked you out. Claiming they don’t want to enable your lifestyle. Doing drugs with your friends, until the drugs no longer interested you. Then came the shoplifting. That’s where you shined. You could steal anything. Chanel. Prada. Louis V. Any of it. What can you say, you wanted the best of the best. 

You’d been staying with some of your “friends” you’d made along the way. Friends who more so wanted you to live the life they were living; sitting at home getting high all day, but you wanted the action. You wanted to be in the trenches. Wanted the thrill of the job, not the fabricated thrill from the drugs. You wanted the real high.

Toji was someone you ran into at the right time, he needed someone to train to help with small bank heists and you needed somewhere new to stay.

Toji was there for you. He housed you, kept you fed. Kept you happy, in so many more ways than one. He gave you an immense amount of knowledge. How to keep your cool. How to handle a weapon. How to make yourself into a weapon. 

“You are your biggest asset, use it.” rings in your ears during every job. 

All of the hand to hand combat you’d learned was taught to you by him. He was the first person you’d ever unintentionally kicked their ass.

“Again,” he pants, wiping the blood from his nose on the back of his hand, a sick smile on his face. He flexes his hands before balling them back into fists, taking his standing position; arms up in front of his face.

“Toji,” you warn. “I think we got th–,” you start to object, but Toji isn't having any of that.

“Again.”

And so you do. You continuously knock this grown man to the floor. His eyes grow with adoration after every punch; every kick. He was so proud. Nobody was ever able to land a blow, much less knock him off his feet. But you were so quick and nimble, he was hardly able to keep track of you. 

You’d originally only ever used masks and weapons to rob your banks, but when you met Toji your entire perception of the way you could do everything changed. He was the one who taught you to hide most of your face. Only leave behind minor details they can use. Always follow them into the room, never be the first. And always leave last. 

Toji was beyond proud of you. That’s why when you’d met Sukuna and immediately fell for his charm, his attitude changed. He was less than thrilled. It wasn’t a shock to him that he’d fallen for you, but it wasn't something he’d planned on either. He thought you’d had the chemistry, but his timing was all off. You’d met Sukuna. He didn’t anticipate someone else scooping you up the way he wanted to. Toji wanted everything with you, he was training you to be able to reign with him, not somebody else. Toji needed a way to be close to you, so he became Sukuna’s right hand. His business partner. Working his ass off to get the position he’s in now. Practically kissing Sukuna’s ass in order to be near you. Taking job after stupid job to prove himself worthy.

If only Toji had been honest with you from the start.

Sukuna was greedy. He had everything but needed more. Craved it even. Then he met you and needed to have you too.

But you showed him up. Toji had trained you beyond what anyone had ever seen before. You made Sukuna feel small; and that just wasn’t going to fly. Sukuna wanted you to keep his bed warm more than anything since he found out you were more skilled than him. Sukuna tried his best to kill your spirit; slowly of course. Taking you off of jobs, telling you that your skillset wasn't as good as others and you were not needed anymore. He tried distracting you with money and shopping sprees that worked for a while, but you eventually run out of things to buy when you have the access to buy anything you want. He even made sure to make you question your own physical appearance by slyly flirting with other members of his team in front of you; then gaslighting you into thinking you were seeing things. 

Toji held you when you cried to him. He’d smooth his hands up and down your back as you sobbed into his chest. How he’d wish you would see how terribly you were being treated. But if sukuna found out he was speaking ill of him, he'd be dealt with. So he held out for as long as he could, but you were the first one to break. You wanted to leave and live a life of your own. Toji was so happy for you, but wanted that life with you. He’d never told you any of these things, in fear of rejection from you and in fear of retaliation from his now boss.

Toji wishes you’d never introduced him to Sukuna. Toji wishes you’d be his. Toji’s world fell apart when he found out you were making beds with a cop. The actual enemy. He thought you’d be smarter than that. 

When Sukuna informed Toji of his plan to execute you for treason, he was terrified. But he couldn't say anything. He couldn't risk losing everything he’d built, especially now knowing you’d never felt the same way about him. He assumes so anyways, claiming it was the safe assumption.

Toji knew something had gone amiss the day Sukuna went to finish the job and he hadn’t returned. Toji was prepared to take over no questions asked. He began making changes in command, having conversations with his chain when there was word of disturbances in the hall.

Once the police bore into the casino penthouse, aiming straight for Toji, he knew exactly who he was dealing with when he looked into Suguru’s eyes as he stared him down behind the barrel of his gun. 

“Toji Fushiguro, you are under arrest for the murder of Ryomen Sukuna. You have the right to remain silent…” Satoru speaks from his spot in the middle of the room, gun raised at the man seated before him.

“So, you’re the one, huh?” Toji speaks over Satoru, nodding his head at Suguru.

“What?” Suguru lowers his gun momentarily.

“You’re the one she fell for,” Toji laughs from his chair. He swirls the whiskey around in his glass before he stands, raising his hands into the air. “I didn't do this, but I’ll go down so she doesn't have to.”

Satoru walks behind him to place the cuffs around his wrists.

“You loved her too.” Suguru states. “Didn’t you?”

Toji just smiles as Satoru walks him out in his cuffs. He did. He loved you more than anything else on this planet. But he’d rather you live the life you wanted than stand in your way. It’s why he helped you leave Sukuna before. He knew you didn’t see him in that same light and he was okay with that. He was just happy to see you happy.

Suguru felt bad at that moment, but he knew he’d keep that information to himself. 

The copious amounts of forged documents, planted evidence, fake witness statements.. There was no doubt in anyone's mind that Toji wasn't the one who killed Sukuna. Everything made it seem like Toji was tired of being second in command and wanted it all. 

Toji would take whatever punishment was coming his way; he knew this was your doing. He knew you’d be broken once you found out he hadn’t attempted to stop Sukuna. Toji was supposed to be your safe haven, and he let you down. He knew that. So he was prepared to take whatever you thought was a suitable punishment for him. He’d kneel on the ground you walked on if it meant making you smile. Especially since the guilt ate him up inside for never standing up for you earlier. He swears he’d do anything to make you happy, but he cowers away when you actually need him. Toji knew he was a coward. He knew he could have done something earlier but he didn’t. 

Toji was convicted and placed on death row for the murder of Sukuna. The revenge plan you had set in motion had come to a head, you just had to do this one last job and then the life you planned with Suguru would be in the palm of your hand.

Toji’s son was your last target; you tracked him for weeks while you located the item in question: Toji’s unsealed will.

The will contains everything you would need. The numbers to multiple offshore accounts with millions of dollars. The deeds to houses spread throughout the world. Everything his kids would need beyond his lifeline.

Seventy seconds. In and out.

Suguru is outside waiting for you. Something you’re not used to. But the sense of security feels nice for once. Every job before this one you’d done alone. Having the man you’re willing to risk everything for waiting for you while you perform the most important job of your life has every nerve alight with anticipation, and also relief; Knowing he’d be there if something went wrong. Your heart could burst out of your chest in appreciation for him.

Satoru is down the street, handling the signal blocker for the alarm at the bank. Intercepting the signal is the easy part, but keeping it down for seventy seconds is the hard part. But Satoru isn't worried. 

The bank manager approaches you with keys in hand, “Safety deposit room, right?” the man timidly asks. His question throws you off momentarily. Your smug smile falls as he speaks.

“How’d you know that?” you ask, reaching for your gun.

“Stop, Ruby. We’re playing by my rules from now on.” Satoru’s voice startles you from behind. 

“Satoru, you’re making a huge mistake right now,” you warn, your hands remaining where he can see them.

“The only ones making mistakes are you and Geto.” 

“He’ll be in here once he realizes I’m taking too long. You know that as much as I do.”

“Oh, I'm counting on it,” he sneers, “Now, turn around and face me.” 

You hear the sound of his gun click, making you chuckle.

“I don’t need his help anyways,” you duck down and sweep your feet under his legs, catching him off guard and making him tumble backwards onto the floor. A big cracking sound fills the air as his head makes contact with the hard floor. “I can handle myself, you should have known that, Satoru.” 

The few onlookers in the bank unsure of what to do, the silent alarm still won’t trigger.

Satoru looks up at you from his spot on the floor, a ringing in his ears from how hard his head collided with the marble. “You won’t get away with this,” he pants out in pain, clutching the back of his skull. His gun. He needed his gun. Where? Where did it end up? His head just hurts and that’s all he can focus on. His GUN, whERE IS IT? Satoru, where is y–

“I already did,” and with that you leave him laying there, your gaze serving as a warning as you pull the bank manager in the direction of the safety deposit room. He opens exactly what you want; no questions asked.

Unfortunately, you decided no loose ends this time. The bank manager met his fate inside the safety deposit room. He begged, but only for a minute. This wasn’t like you. Look what love did to you. Love and betrayal. Everyone you had ever loved betrayed you. But not Suguru. 

Never Suguru.

Sounds of fighting pull your train of thought from the lifeless man in front of you. Making a swift exit with the paperwork tucked into your jacket, you head for the source of the sound. 

“What are you doing, Satoru? This isn’t what we agreed on,” Suguru groans from their wrestling spot on the floor. Arms are being pinned, yanked free and then pinned again. The men fight to get the upper hand.

“I told you that I took an oath to stand up to people like you and her. This isn't a game, Geto. Don't you see that?” 

Suguru stops for a moment, looking at his friend while he processes the words leaving his mouth.

“Sugu,” you call from your position, gun raised and pointed directly at the white haired man before you.

“Now, Ru!” he calls to you, turning Satoru’s upper body so his back faces you. There’s silence. So much silence that follows the shot. Suguru looks at his friend beneath him with tears in his eyes. The hurt and betrayal laced behind every feature. The life leaves Satoru’s eyes as the men lock their gazes. “I told you, you won’t take her from me.” 

He stands from his spot, walking over to you.

“Are you okay?” he asks, looking you over.

“Fine. You?” you rush out. He nods quickly. “We need to go, now,” you grab hold of one of his hands, pulling him towards the exit. 

“You know we’re about to be on the run for the rest of our lives together?”

“Are you complaining?” he asks from the driver's side, sunglasses pushed atop his head as he weaves his way through the mountainous roads.

“Of course not. Never when it's with you.”

“I love you, Ru.”

“I love you more, Sugu.”

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[harveysweakness]

hi! do you think you could make a story where harvey’s wife gets really sick at work after working on a case non stop and he has to take care of her? i loooove a good domestic harvey story :))

A/N: i love domestic fics and i loved this request!!!!! I’ll write more in the future I’m sure :) also the gif didn’t load before i chose it so we’ll see what random one we get

You cleared your throat, signing the final documents for the case you’d just won. You’d been working non-stop and everyone in the office knew it. This case was personal, meaning you hadn’t trusted your personal associate with it. And that had meant you were the one working without sleep.

A knock at your glass door caught your attention.

“Congratulations are in order,” Jessica smiled.

“Thank you.”

Her eyes narrowed. “You worked yourself into the ground, didn’t you?”

“I’m fine.”

She laughed lightly. “Harvey won’t let that go like I will.”

“Well, he can suck my-“

“Feel better, Y/N,” Jessica interrupted, laughing. “And congratulations, again.”

You sighed after she left. The annoying need to sniffle every five seconds from your running nose and the constant itch in your throat was a sure sign that you had indeed run yourself into the ground.

———————

A few hours later you were freezing, one of your comfy blankets wrapped around you while you focused on finishing up last minute little jobs you hadn’t done due to preparing for trial.

“Someone told me you weren’t feeling well.”

You looked up from your computer, unable to stop the smile that formed, the same smile anytime you saw your husband.

“I’m fine,” you murmured, watching him walk around your desk to sit on the edge right next to your chair. You kept your face neutral while he analyzed you.

“You’re flushed, I can feel the heat radiating off of you, I can hear your breathing which means you have a stuffy nose, and your voice sounds hoarse.”

“So?” You retorted, crossing your arms. He rolled his eyes.

“So, you’re coming with me and I’m taking you home.”

“No.”

“Don’t argue with me, Y/N. You won your trial and now you need to rest.”

“Harvey-“

“Sweetheart, please.”

You sighed, giving in. You muffled a cough into your blanket, your husband brushing his hand across your forehead before tucking fallen hair behind your ear.

“What about your work?” You asked.

“I’m taking the rest of the day off,” he shrugged. “Mike can handle it.”

Your heart warmed. It wasn’t often your husband took a day off of work, especially not for something as simple as this.

“Thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me,” he replied, shaking his head, before he stood. “Come on, let’s get your coat.”

You stood, shrugging off your cozy blanket and moving right into your wool coat Harvey had open and ready for you. He grabbed your scarf, wrapping it snugly around your neck. He pressed a kiss to your cheek and grabbed your bag, letting his hand rest on your lower back as he guided you out of your office and down the hall towards the elevators.

Donna caught up with you on the way, giving your arm a brief squeeze, mouthing ‘feel better.’

“Donna, canc-“

“All of your meetings for the day are canceled, Mike has been made aware, and he asked me to pass along ‘feel better and congrats on the trial.”

Harvey nodded his approval.

“Thanks, Donna,” you smiled. She winked before moving to stand directly in front of Harvey, stopping you both effectively in your tracks.

“If you don’t nurse her back to full health, I will personally make sure Louis ends up alone in your office and touches all of your records.”

Harvey gave a pointed look. “I swear to you, Donna, I will make sure she gets back to full health.”

“That’s what I needed to hear.” With that, she left.

“Ever since you came to this firm, people suddenly prefer you to me,” your husband wondered aloud.

“Can you really blame them?” You teased.

“No, I can’t,” Harvey answered simply, hitting the elevator button.

—————

“What is that smell?” You questioned, wandering into the kitchen.

“I’m surprised you can smell at all,” Harvey replied. “It’s soup.”

“I can smell a little bit, and that is one good-smelling soup.” You sat down at one of the counter stools, watching your husband stirring the large pot on the stove, his laptop open on the counter next to him.

“Harvey, if you have work, you don’t need to stay here and take care of me.”

He turned, wiping his hands on the towel next to the sink. “It’s just the recipe.”

He turned to remove the pot from the hot burner before coming over to you.

“You’re not as flushed,” - his hand came to rest on your forehead- “and you’re fever is down.”

“So why do I feel worse?” You asked quietly. His brow furrowed before he moved closer, his arms circling around you, letting you burrow your face into his chest.

It wasn’t easy for either of you to show vulnerability, something you were both trying to work on since you both cared so much about the other.

“Why don’t I get you a bowl of soup and then we can cuddle in bed and watch whatever show you want.”

You nodded, hesitantly pulling away from him. Before he went back to the stove he hooked a finger under your jaw and lifted your chin up, leaning down. You put a hand on his chest, stopping him.

“You’ll get sick.”

“I don’t care.” He closed the gap easily, your hand moving from his chest up to his neck. His lips met yours for a moment before moving to your cheek and your forehead and your nose.

“I love you, Harvey Specter.”

“I love you, Y/N Specter.”

#harvey specter x reader #harvey specter #harvey specter imagine #suits #harvey specter x femreader #mine #suits fanfic

[acesofspadess]

Let The Games Begin

Worth The Risk Masterlist

narry x oc

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜

You know the saying, easier said than done, well you never meant to take that so literal. Over the course of the next couple weeks, shit had hit the fan. You were good, that was never the question, but being so young and inexperienced compared to the rest of girls set you behind from the beginning.

“The final contestant who’s made it through… is…”

It wasn’t your name. And while 99% of you knew it wouldn’t be, the 1% in you was more hopeful than ever. You didn’t let the tears fall until you were backstage by yourself. You went to text the siblings before someone sat next to you. “I'm sorry you didn’t make it. You were really good.” The accent wasn’t like your own. “Did you not make it either?” you saw the redness in his eyes, and when he shook his head to confirm your guess you rested your head on his shoulder. “Autumn.” you recited, “Niall.” he gave back.

“Nice to meet you Niall, even under the unfortunate circumstances.” you both laughed softly at the attempted joke before silence fell over you both. The silence was comfortable, it was peaceful, home like almost.

“Can I have all the girls over here please?” one of the workers called in your area and you and Niall looked at each other, confusion over your faces. “Maybe they’re collecting the boys too? Go and check.” you urged as he helped you up. “I’ll see you later Autumn.” he waved goodbye as you went in the opposite direction.

Meanwhile….

Nicole, Louis, and Simon, were looking at the photo cards of the boys. “I like these 5 together.” Nicole happily cheered but Simon seemed off-put. “It's missing something.” he pointed out, and while Louis and Nicole thought to adjust the boys Simon went over to the girls group. He looked for a specific photo and once he found it he put the card in line with the boys.

“No Simon, you can’t do that.” The first disagreement was made by Nicole. “But her voice would go perfectly with the rest of the boys.” he stood his ground and looked to Louis who was studying the faces intensely. “I have to agree with Simon, Nicole. They look good together, I'm sure they would sound even better. I don’t know why you have something against her.” He defended and stood with Simon. 

“I don’t have anything against her,” she quickly told off. “I just don’t think that she belongs in a boy band.” Louis looked at the photos one last time. “Then let her choose.” he offered, looking down at Simon who spoke, “Have her come in with the girls, then we’ll decide from there. But I think even she would prefer the boys.”

Present…

As you walked on stage with a group of girls from the left wing, a group of boys, some of which you recognised, Harry, Zayn, and now Niall. You couldn't stop looking over at them, wishing you were with familiar people, some who actually cared to learn your name. 

“Hello.” Nicole spoke softly into the mic making you snap your head away from the boys as everyone repeated the greeting. “Thank you so much for coming back. I know judging from some of your faces that this is really hard. We’ve thought long and hard about you individually, and you are all too talented to let go of. So we’ve put together two separate groups.” Nicole handed the mic to Simon who was looking right at you. “Autumn, do you mind joining the boys?”  The faintest smile made its way to your face as you walked across the stage standing in between Harry and Niall as they had created a space for you. 

“See she looks happier there.” Simon whispered to Nicole as you walked across the stage. She nodded in understanding, having to admit that you did indeed belong with them. “We’ve decided to put you both through to the judges rounds.” Time seemed to freeze as you repeated what he said over through your head till you were being wrapped in a massive hug. You immediately wrapped your arms around the figure you now knew was Niall before you both separated and shook Harry who was crouched into himself. He popped up wrapping you and Niall into a hug full of laughs and cries. 

As you walked off the stage together you all huddled up again. “I know this might be weird with me, but I have an older brother-.” 

“You're one of us now, it doesn't matter.” One the boys who you hadn’t met yet cut you off and you smiled. “Louis.” he held his hand out. “Autumn.” the tallest boy came over to you too. “Liam.” you knew he had heard you so you didn’t repeat it again. When you all walked outside you saw Bentley, Nan and Pap, and Anne chatting together. You assume it was over what just happened. When they saw you, you and Harry ran towards them. You hugged Bentley who held you tightly. “Where’s Bev?” he pointed towards the car to see Beverly asleep. “She has the ability to fall asleep anywhere.” you both laughed before you dragged him over to meet the rest of the boys. “Bentley, Niall, Louis, and Liam. You’ve already met Harry, and Zayn.” he greeted them as Anne pulled you into a hug. “I’m glad you're with them. They need some girl power in their lives.” you laughed with her as it came naturally. 

Anne decided she needed a picture of all you, and as you sat on the stairs next to Harry in front of Liam you were truly in for a ride.

———————-

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[around1302]

EPILOGUE: SIX YEARS LATER

SPARE PARTS: a series

LONDON

(W) strong language, oral (male receiving)

THIRD PERSON’S POV

FOUR YEARS LATER

Cheers ring throughout the arena, thumping so loud even the floors shook. Charlie watches off stage, hands over an agape mouth as she tries to process just how proud she is – which is a pretty impossible feat. Amelia’s screams deafen her from the left, her own jumping adding to the shakes and only making her husband worry because a woman only two months from her due date definitely shouldn’t be moving like that.

(Even if she insists she knows what’s doing by the third time round).

“Oh, my God, this is going straight to his dick,” Liam laughs, whistling so loud that a few fans nearly spot them hidden behind the curtain. It was absolutely essential no one saw them – this wasn’t their night in the slightest.

“Thank you so much London!” Louis belts to the crowd one last time, trying his best to soak those emotional final few moments in before descending and joining his friends backstage.

They all scream, engulfing him in a suffocating group hug Amelia’s forced to bow out from early. Louis is clearly high on adrenaline, nearly shaking with the thrill of it all, as his former bandmates lap over each other to congratulate him.

“God, it felt so weird at first,” he pants, nodding his thanks toward the crew member who handed him a water as they all made their way to the tour buses. His tour buses, “being up there alone, but it was incredible. I just want to go out there and do it all again.”

“Good job you’ve booked a whole ass tour then,” Niall grips his shoulders, kissing the back of his sweaty head.

“Lou, you were fucking ace!” Zayn shouts over the phone Liam nearly forgot he was holding. It’s a miracle the signal and battery even held up in the 02, especially from Zayn’s hotel in Florence.

“How’s the exhibition going?” Louis responds, taking Liam’s phone to face Zayn for a minute.

The five of them climb onto the buses, each taking a minute to gasp at how different it is. Like slipping on an old cardigan, they all expected to see the red leather they were so used to and the posters they’d chosen and the always stocked mini fridge. This bus is all Louis now.

“So good,” Zayn begins to break up as the bus quickly sets off to Louis’ London apartment, “I had a buyer yesterday, meeting with him after tomorrow’s gallery opening.”

Everyone gives their congratulations, then Louis hangs up the phone before Zayn turns into nothing but a blob of pixels, handing Liam’s phone back to him.

“I’ve never seen a crowd like that,” Niall shuffles on the sofa he would never say is uncomfortable, but, well. It’s no Spare Parts tour bus. “So impressive mate.”

Amongst the pumped up conversation about Louis’ first solo show, Charlie feels her silenced phone buzzing away in her back pocket. Pulling the device out, she can’t help the small smile that makes it’s way onto her face – earning knowing groans from the others.

There’s only one person who can elicit that smile.

“Just answer it.” Louis chuckles.

“It’s just because I told him to call if there was an emergency–”

“Answer it before I do!” Amelia intercepts, throwing a cushion at Charlie. She barely catches it before it hits her face, so as she stands to take the call, she sticks her tongue out at her best friend.

And a finger.

Charlie hears a muted, “love you too!” as the door to the bunks close and she’s alone.

“Hi,” Charlie accepts the FaceTime, unable to hold back her smile as her husband comes into frame. “Everything okay?”

“Look,” he holds up a toy, specifically a 2 year old Rubik’s cube that aims to help with colour awareness. Charlie thought it was dumb, but it’s hard to argue with Harry when it comes to Reagan. “Our kid’s a genius.”

Charlie scoffs. The cube has one side completed in red, all four squares.

“Our kid’s two years old,” Charlie cocks her head, “but did she really do that?”

“Yep, we sat there for like an hour–”

“We?”

“Well her fingers aren’t the strongest.”

Charlie breathes out puffy laughter.

“Who did the cube?”

A pause. Tired eyes crinkling at the seams.

“Okay, so I physically did it, but she told me where to go!”

“Rae can say, like, five words, she did not.” Charlie loudly guffaws. Then she realises Harry’s been whispering this whole time, so she quickly clamps her mouth. “Is she asleep?”

“Yes,” Harry yawns, “took fuckin’ forever.”

“Hey! No swearing with Rae in the house.”

“She doesn’t know what they mean, Char.”

“And what happens when we send her to preschool with that in her vocabulary?”

“God, I don’t know. Do we go to jail?”

Charlie rolls her eyes, Harry cracks a lazy smile.

“How was it?”

“Oh, H, it was amazing. He was so good.”

“I’m sad to have missed it,” he yawns again, “I always knew he’d kill it solo.”

“Mm,” Charlie props her chin on her palm, “go to sleep baby.”

“Not tired.” Harry lies, his fringe tickling his lashes as he shakes his head.

“You just yawned three times in five minutes.”

“I want to stay up.” He nearly sounds like a sulking child.

“I’m not going to be back till gone midnight.”

A pause. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Charlie chuckles, “we’re nearly at Louis’ apartment and I promised I’d actually stay at this party.”

“Do you have to?”

“If ready-to-burst Amelia is, I hardly have an excuse.”

Harry softly laughs, and Charlie wants to wrap herself in that laugh. In fact, she’s wanted to go back to her husband and her daughter and their dog for hours, but she can’t hide away from yet another party.

“I’ll be back at 12:30.”

“Okay babe,” Harry yawns. Again. “Have fun. Give Louis my congratulations.”

“I will,” Charlie let’s her eyes drop over Harry for a minute. After three years of marriage, the sight of him in sweats and blankets and messy curls is no less sexy than when he’s in his silk shirts and his–

“You’re pulling that face.” Harry snaps her out of it.

“What?”

“Your eyes,” Harry shifts, Daisy’s fur visible in the corner of the screen as she clearly hogs her side of the bed, “you sure you don’t want to come back early?”

The door to the bunks open and Liam’s head peaks through, “Charlie, we’re here.”

“Okay, I’ll be one minute.” Charlie smiles, standing up.

“You alright, Harry?” Liam shouts.

“I’ll be one minute,” grits lilts, shooing Liam out with a smirk.

“I really need to go now,” Charlie’s attention reverts back to the screen, to Harry. “I love you. Stay up.”

“Always,” Harry has to have won some kind of world record for yawning at this point, “I love you.”

2 YEARS LATER

Thousands upon thousands await him, chanting and cheering for him as the final recognisable song from his (carefully curated) pre-show playlist slowly fades to a halt.

He should be jumping up and down on the spot, breathing short, sharp breaths and recounting the lyrics he always forgets (and probably will always forget). He should be hyping himself up to play his first ever stadium alone, he should be warming up or fuck, praying.

But no. He’s nowhere to be found.

He’s late.

“Fuckin’ unbelievable,” his manger, Jeff, paces over Ibrox’s backstage, about ready to quit, steam leaking from his ears - cartoon or not, his top client is always the one to make that happen.

Jeff could accept late six years ago. It was nerve wracking, opening a tour alone after a controversial departure from the band. Plus, he was well aware of his reputation, Jeff knew what he was signing on for.

But the man’s twenty-eight, for fuck’s sake. The man’s not some stupid early twenty-something who sees this whole thing as a fun little quest he gets to dictate. Over the years, and especially through the pandemic, he finally matured. He finally realised that being punctual is actually okay! And more than that, it doesn’t give your manager and crew kittens three minutes before Golden is supposed to blast to 50,000.

… except when it comes to pre-show blowjobs from his wife.

“Oh, my God, baby.”

Harry throws his head back, fingers taking turns in fisting the cushy sofa beneath him and raking through Charlie’s curls. Her tongue swirls his tip, her own insistence for punctuality urging her to make him finish as soon as possible. She looks up at him through long lashes, knowing eye contact while she mouths him like that will have him tipping over the edge in no time.

It was never even supposed to happen. She only went in his dressing room to wish him luck, see how he was doing, give him a chaste kiss if anything. And, if she was a little honest with herself, she wanted to see his outfit before the world did.

Catching him half-dressed with the hair that told her he’d been nervously messing with it for half an hour, well. Who wouldn’t drop to their knees and kiss their way to his cock in their mouth?

“Yeah, shit,” Harry pants, forcing his head to roll forward so he can watch her. “How do you just seem to get better at this?”

Charlie smiles around his prick, injecting butterflies into his stomach and–

“Harry, I’m going to ask one more time.”

“One minute!” Charlie surfaces, barely able to breathe as she shouts at Jeff this time. Jeff’s grumbles are audible from the other side of the door, as are the sound of feet shuffling away.

If there’s one person Jeff isn’t going to yell at, it’s Charlie.

Harry’s eyes widen, embarrassment heating his neck, but Charlie’s hand pumping his shaft silences him till he’s biting blood into his bottom lip and announcing,

“Baby, I’m gonna–” he doesn’t have to finish his sentence before her mouth is back on him, and he’s coming down the back of her wonderful throat.

The noises he makes as he finishes only spur her to suck him through his orgasm, all the way till he’s pulling her away and twitching with sensitivity.

“Okay, you need to go.”

Charlie stands, wiping her mouth and shanking his boxers and trousers up for him while he lays back, dazed the fuck out of his mind.

“Huh?” He barely understands a word she’s saying, let alone able to comprehend where he is and what he’s about to do.

“You have a show, H,” Charlie straddles his lap to fix his hair, styling it quickly in the way she knows he likes. Harry’s hands instinctively fly to her waist, grinning lazily as she fusses over his fucked-out appearance.

“That might’ve been your best work, sweetheart.”

“Shut up,” Charlie mumbles behind a smile. He pecks her swollen lips.

Standing up, she adjusts herself, too. Her hair that had been ragged at by a feral Harry, her lipstick that was practically cheekstick by now. Her top, that he’d messily yanked down during their initial make out session when he insisted he just had to bite at least one mark into her breasts.

“Okay, you have two minutes,” Charlie checks her phone, grabbing his white tank and jacket from his coat-rack. Coming round from the head, panic starts to set in.

“Shit,” he mutters under his breath, standing up. Charlie turns around, noticing that gone-off look in his eyes which tells her he’s either about to brush it off completely or melt into a panic attack. Neither are exactly great coping mechanisms, but Charlie really needs to prevent the latter right now.

“H, it’s nothing.”

She throws him the tank, waiting for him with the jacket. He glances at her, that postcoital glow long gone. Anxiety was starting to seep into those gaps she had managed to close just a few minutes ago, but were starting to crack at the seams.

“50,000 is not nothing.”

Charlie puts his jacket on for him, afraid he’d stand there forever if she didn’t.

“50,817.” She corrects. He scowls. “Sorry.”

“Look, of course it’s not nothing. It’s a huge deal. But I know you,” she grabs his face, forcing his eyes to still on something solid. A stray curl falls against his forehead, framing his furrowed brows. “You’re going to get on that stage, and you’re going to fucking kill it.”

Harry huffs a breath, unconvinced.

“Honey, you’ve done it before.” Charlie smiles softly, brushing away the strand.

“Yeah,” he mutters, “with you.” He nudges his nose against hers, and Charlie wants to cry at his vulnverability. It’s rare she sees a Harry like this. For as long as she’s known him, he’s remained stoic in the face of fear, and although he’s not as rigid as he used to be – he’s never one to panic so much.

Endearingly, Charlie can pinpoint when he became much more of a worrier to one day, one person.

“H,” Charlie firms up, “it’s just like that. You have your band, you have me and your friends and–”

Harry interrupts the beginning of Charlie’s pep talk by grabbing her face and kissing her, hard. As if he was pouring out all of his nerves into her mouth and something in her lips and her tongue managed to just kill them. He pulls away, pepping light kisses against her cheek and jaw, making Charlie chuckle softly as his hair tickles her face.

“Okay, okay,” she leans back, forcing him away from her skin, “round two after the show, yeah?”

Harry holds his pinkie out. Charlie rolls her eyes, and holds her pinkie out. They kiss their respective thumbs and Harry nods.

“You got this.” She scrunches her nose, and Harry swears he feels his heart drop out of his stomach, which, how? After all this time, how does she still manage to do that to him.

It needs to be studied.

As he leaves his dressing room, Charlie gives him a swift slap to the ass, laughing as he turns and playfully scowls (despite knowing full well he loves it). She says a silent prayer for her husband as she follows him toward the stage, the sound of thousands of impatient fans already deafening.

They round the corner to backstage, where the team and Jeff are minutes away from breaking down themselves. Jeff nearly drops to the floor in relief at the sight of Harry, but wastes no time in calling tech over to mic him up.

Charlie gratefully smiles at Sarah, taking a fussing Reagan from her arms. Harry turns to let the team thread his mic through his jacket, and finds his remaining anxiety instantly dissipating at the sight of his daughter wearing entirely too big headphones and fisting at Charlie’s t-shirt as she complains about said defenders.

“Hi, princess,” Harry coos, reaching out for Reagan to grab his finger with her little hand.

“Daddy, you look funny.” Reagan giggles, wiggling enough for Charlie to set her down.

“Heey,” Harry lilts, getting the go ahead from the tech man before bending to his four-year-old’s height. “You don’t think I look handsome?”

Reagan shakes her head, brown curls bouncing against her cheeks.

“You look like play-dough.”

Charlie snorts, because she kinda hit the nail on the head. Harry’s band are giggling, too, as they prepare to get on stage. Harry narrows his eyes at them all.

“Do I have to wear these?” Reagan bashes her fists against the headphones.

“Afraid so, Rae,” Harry adjusts them so they sit a little looser on her head, but she’s still unhappy. “Your ears are too little right now,” he tries to explain, but if he knows his daughter at all, he knows she’ll be upset throughout the whole show because her hairdo’s squashed.

That’s Auntie Amelia’s damning influence.

“I don’t want to interrupt, but–”

“Yeah, yeah,” Harry stands, not deaf to the chants for him outside.

He kisses Reagan’s head, then turns to his wife.

“How’s Daisy?”

“Daisy’s fine,” Charlie sighs around a smile. Of course Harry’s worried about their dog right now. “Lia and Niall texted, she’s passed out on the sofa.”

Harry nods, clearly trying to delay the inevitable. So Charlie hurries it along for him, knowing he could stand there and ask stupid questions all evening to avoid that initial opening.

“Don’t fuck it up.” She winks, pinching his chin. Harry breathes short laughter from his nose, his lips squashed as Charlie pulls him for one final good luck kiss. Reagan sticks her tongue out at the sight of her parents’ affection, to which Harry does the same back and earns a tinkling of giggles back.

Charlie lifts Raegen so she can blow a kiss to her dad, currently jumping up and down and getting a few final stretches in before the opening to Music For A Sushi Restaurant fills the stadium, the screams become deafening, and Charlie watches as her rockstar husband takes the same stage her rockstar self did last year.

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[themultifandomgal]

From 2010- Modest Management Suck

2012

Part 20

“We’re about to go out and do some signing” Harry says to the camera

“We’re at Natick Mall in Boston. It’s gonna be really fun, we’ve heard there’s loads and loads of people and we’re very very excited” Niall says as I laugh at Louis pretending to walk down stairs behind us

“Let’s go!” Liam and Harry shout at the same time. We stand behind a door waiting for it to open

“Anyone else feeling nervous?” I ask feeling a slight tingling in my toes and fingers. I can also feel my heart racing

“It’s excitement, you’ll be fine” I hear Richard say. Nodding my head I watch the doors open and I put a smile on my face. I walk behind Harry and in front of Niall just trying to focus on my breathing as we walk through the Mall where so many people are screaming. We all sit down shocked that this many people have come out to see us. The security then let the fans in small groups come over to us. We sigh the books that we had released late last year.

Throughout the whole time I try to keep smiling and my heart racing at bay, but I can always count on my boys for noticing when somethings off. So when we have a little break for something to eat I sit down on the sofa breathing in deeply

“What’s up?” Louis asks frowning as he sits next to me

“I don’t know, my chest hurts” I almost sob “I- I can’t stop shaking, but I’m not cold I’m really warm”

“Paul I don’t think YN should go back out there” Liam says

“No, but Simon…”

“Fuck Simon and what he says” Niall says sitting on my other side

“She’s going out there even if I have to drag her out there” Richard crosses his arms

“Look at her, she can barley breathe” Paul defends

“I think this is makin’ her worse” Harry kneels down and takes a shaking hand in his and gives it a squeeze of reassurance

“She’s going out there and that’s final” with that Richard leaves the room

“Hey jus’ look at me and breath with me” I try to match Harry’s breathing to calm myself down.

Another day another performance. This time is for the Today Show. We arrive on a bus which stops at the Rockefeller Plaza. We all jump off and run to the stage as music is already playing

“New York City make some noise!” Harry yells into his microphone. Immediately WMYB starts playing

“You're insecure, don't know what for. You're turnin' heads when you walk through the door. Don't need makeup to cover up. Bein' the way that you are is enough” Liam starts singing. Harry then turns to look at me and gives me a little encouraging smile since I’ve been feeling so worried and stressed recently

“Everyone else in the room can see it. Everyone else but you”

We all sing the chorus, then it’s Zayn’s turn then mine

“I don't know why you're being shy and turn away when I look into your eyes”…

“One Directions first album has hit number 1 in 6 countries and they could make it 7 this week when Up All Night is released here in the United States. One Direction is Zayn Malik, Niall Horan, Harry Styles, Liam Payne, Louis Tomlinson and YN YLN. Good morning guys”

“Morning” we all say in unison

“What do you like best about American girls?” the interviewer asks and I roll my eyes at the question. I then spot Richard off to the side shaking his head at me

“They’re very very loud” Liam says which causes everyone to scream

“YN what’s it like for you? Your living every girls dream right now being close to these boys all of the time”

“Your right I am living my dream, but it’s being on stage and singing. I’m just lucky I get to do that with these guys I can call family” I reply

“What’s the best and worst part of this sudden fame?”

“I think for me and I know these guys will probably agree, but I’ve made 5 best friends” Zayn says “the only down side would be that we don’t get to see our friends and family as much” or that our every move is controlled, is what I would love to have added on. We continue on the interview and sing a few more songs.

I stand next to Louis and Harry while our choreographer puts us in our places for rehearsals for the Kids Choice Awards

“I want YN and Zayn to switch” Richard says hands on his hips “we can’t afford more cheating rumours so during this song you have to stay away from each other”

“And what happens when the press say YN and Liam are dating or YN and Niall?” Zayn asks

“We will deal with that if it happens. Harry I’m looking into getting you and Taylor Swift together. Boots both of your careers”

“Are you serious?” Zayn raises his eyebrow “this is ridiculous” he huffs

“Simons wishes, keep rehearsing” Richard then leaves us to carry on rehearsals. I take in a deep breath just as I feel an arm around my shoulder. I look up to see Zayn

“I know, me to” neither Zayn or I have ever liked Richard, but we’ve always tried to keep the peace but it’s getting harder and harder.

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[charliedawn]

St Louis : Freddy Krueger’s Origin story

His beginning in St Louis

Warning: LONG !

Freddy was bored. He was aimlessly wandering the streets of his empty nightmare world and groaned loudly in annoyance. He had built this place to scare people, but why didn't people come to him then ?! He was tired of being alone in those empty endless corridors and wished for at least a little entertainment. It had been years since his last visitor or his last escape to the actual world. He wanted out of this place and almost regretted not keeping one of those pesky children around, just so he could make a deal and see what's out there.

He kicked a piece of metal on the floor that hit one of the metal pipes running along the walls and the sound echoed loudly. He sighed and was about to go back when he heard it—a small whimper.

He smirked.

Seemed like someone had finally found their way into his lair.

He found the source of the noise crying underneath a dirty rug, located between two pipes. Her face hidden behind her arms. She was a small shivering thing with her legs against her chest, her pink pajamas and her black hair covering her face.

~Oh. He would have fun with that one.

His smile widened.

"Seems like it's my lucky day..Fresh meat.", he made his presence known and she finally looked up at him with big tearful eyes. He relished in the fear in her gaze. She tried to escape, but Freddy grabbed her arm before she could and in an instant, they were plunged into darkness. All the girl could feel was a terrible cold—numbing her extremities and making her teeth clatter. She tried to rub her arms with her hands to gain a little bit of warmth, but to no avail.

And then, Freddy reappeared and pinned her to a wall before taking a long inhale of her scent. She smelt like jasmin and orange blossom. It was sickeningly sweet. He then slowly raised his clawed hand and tucked a strand of her hair away. He smirked when he felt her shiver in fear underneath his touch and he took a closer look at her face. He was agreeably surprised.

"You're pretty. I like pretty. It's a nice change.", he commented appreciatively. She didn't say anything and he then pondered on whether he should kill her right now—or play a little first ? But then, he realized she was maybe the only person he would get to see before another century. She was also his only available ticket out of here. So, he kept his demon at bay in order not to frighten her any further and offered her a small smile that he hoped didn't seem very threatening, but he didn't count on it.

"Sorry, princess. I forgot my manners. Now...What's your name ? And tell me, how's the world been doing since I kicked the bucket ?"

He took a step back—but didn't back off enough to give her the chance to run away. She slowly turned her face back towards him and he could see that her lips had turned blue. His eyes widened as he realized he had forgotten he couldn't feel the cold, but she did.

"Oops. My bad." He quickly said before snapping his fingers and in a matter of seconds—they were both in front of a fire and she had a hot cup of hot cocoa in her hands. Well...a king of first impressions, he was ! He shook his head at his own mistake before waiting for her to be warm enough to answer. And finally, she did.

"My name is Eva."

He grinned and extended his hand forward.

"Freddy. At yar service." The girl still seemed a little spooked, but she still shook his hand.

"Eva."

He tilted his head and the girl stared at his every movement carefully.

"And tell me, Eva…When are you from exactly ?"

"When ?"

"Yes. When ?"

"Well...It's 20** now and..", she started, but wasn't allowed to finish as Freddy's eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"Damn," he interrupted her. "Really ? Sh*t. Haven't realized how long it has been.."

She nodded and Freddy sighed. To think he was already in another century...It seemed like yesterday that he was a simple gardener in a kindergarten. Well, before he went on a killing spree after his death. He then eyed her suspiciously. Normally, he could feel immediately when someone entered his realm, but he hadn't felt her…He then wondered if she knew him by any chance ? Maybe, was she the unfortunate offspring of one of the brats he had killed ?

"Say...What's your last name ?" He asked and she frowned in incomprehension before answering him.

"Cortez."

Nope. Definitely not. None of the kids at his trial had that last name. He relaxed and they fell into an awkward silence until he eventually broke it.

"Say...you didn't answer my earlier question. How's the world been doing ? Anything to report ? You seem like someone who went to war. Did World War III broke out or something ?", he asked half-jokingly.

People who ended up in his realm were people who were scared as hell or were searching to escape their reality. Literally. So, what had brought her ? She visibly tensed up at the question.

"I mean...No offense. But, I do not want to answer. We don't know each other."

Oh. It made sense now. He had fallen on one of those pesky closed-off overthinking brats with a lot of personal issues. He held out back an annoyed groan before addressing her a plastered smile.

"What ? Daddy gave you no house money, so you decided to make a deal with a demon or something ?", he jeered—but Eva glared at him with such animosity—and his grin immediately fell.

'Careful, little girl. I don't like that look..', he thought while raising his claws warningly. It would be so simple and satisfying to slash her pretty little neck and be done with it. Eva seemed to realize and lowered her gaze before explaining.

"No. I just lost my dad and my mom is always away for work." She then looked away. "She didn't even assist to the funeral.."

Well...Way to go. He had maybe just tear his own ticket to freedom to pieces. At this point, he may as well kill her. But, he was too curious.

"And why are ya here ? Why did ya summon me ?"

Eva sighed and seemed to hesitate whether or not to tell him.

"…I didn’t. I wasn’t trying to summon a demon."

Freddy tilted his head curiously.

"Yeah ? Then what ?"

She hesitated before confessing.

"…I wanted to see my dad."

They both stayed silent for a moment. He could kill her. She was right there and his bloodthirst was already boiling in his veins. But, instead decided to give her a choice—which was rare for him.

"How about you and I make a deal, princess ?", he said before entering her personal space once more—his sharp blades shining red with the light of the fire. "You get me out there, and I’ll give you a dad. How’s that ?"

He extended his unclawed hand forward with a grin and she frowned with uncertainty. Was it really wise to trust him ? She sighed. Well, it was too late to backtrack now. She finally indulged.

"Fine. But, I heard that demons couldn't break their vows so...You won't hurt me and you’ll hold your end of the promise, alright ?"

Freddy rolled his eyes, but out of options, agreed. Besides, she didn't seem to have caught on the fact he was only half demon. As far as deals were concerned, they didn't apply when he was in his human form. But, he wasn't going to tell her that. Besides, he wasn't counting on staying long.

"Fine. I ain't gonna touch you and I’ll do whatever ya say." He conceded and Eva frowned—unsatisfied.

"How can I be sure you're telling the truth ?"

Freddy sneered before suddenly moving incredibly close to her, so close she could see the flames of hell sparkling in his eyes.

"Would you believe me if I said I swear it on my heart ?", he asked with a malicious grin and Eva frowned.

"No."

She hadn't meant to sound so rude, but she didn't trust Freddy. She had heard of rumors and she knew what he was capable of.

"Fine. Here." He tear a piece of his shirt and gave it to her. She frowned and looked up at him with a skeptical frown.

"What's that ?"

Freddy scoffed. The girl wasn't even aware of what a gift from a demon involved, the most powerful way to get a slasher under someone's control. Some people had died for it, but Freddy didn't mind. He could tell the girl was the kind to be careful.

"A talisman. We usually don't give it that easy, but let's say I like you, kid. And you seem to be intelligent enough to use it when it's necessary."

Eva wasn't convinced, but she still shoved the piece of clothe in her pocket and then asked.

"Okay...What do I have to do ?"

"Nothing much. Just stay close to me and when you wake up, I'll wake up next to you."

Eva nodded and they both sat next to each other. Freddy looked up at the ceiling and Eva at her feet. They had to wait a couple of minutes for Eva to wake up and Freddy had no idea what to say to her.

Was it all a dream ?

Eva didn't know. And she didn't know if she wanted to know.

When she woke up :

Eva blinked several times before recognizing her ceiling and the little stars she had crafted when she was in second grade. She sighed

It was really just a dream after all...She closed her eyes. However, she was awoken once more by noises coming from her kitchen.

She quickly got up and ran to the kitchen, only to see her kitchen in a disastrous state. It felt like a bull had ran over everything and left it a mess. She was so shocked—she failed to notice the stranger behind her until he spoke.

"Sup' ?" Eva almost fell backwards when she heard the voice behind her. She turned around swiftly and saw a stranger standing there with chopsticks and looking completely unbothered by her. He only kept slurping loudly on some noodles while staring at her.

"Is that my last noodle box ?" She finally asked with an arked eyebrow and the man shrugged.

"Is that my talisman ?" He shot back.

Eva looked down at the piece of cloth in her hand and sighed. Of course. Of course Freddy Krueger would haunt her nightmares. And of course she would bring him back to life...

"Touché." She conceded before settling down on one of the kitchen's chairs. She poured herself a bowl of cereal before looking up at the time and quickly finished her bowl. She then got dressed and grabbed her bag.

"Don't touch anything !"

Freddy scoffed. He would touch whatever he damn pleased...Matter-of-fact...He smirked to himself and followed her...He would take a look at her school—since he didn't have much to do anyway but scare a couple of teens.

At the end of the day :

Eva was called into the headmaster's office and she sighed. She hadn't meant to cheat. She just wanted to pass and had been unable to resist. She felt ashamed—but it was too late now.

"We called your father." The headmaster announced and Eva blinked once in confusion.

"My father ? But he's..", she started—but reconsidered. Did Freddy really hold up his end of the bargain ? Had he…? A smile drew on her face—but it was quickly wiped off by a loud voice in the hall.

"DADDY'S RIGHT HERE SWEETIE !" Freddy slammed the door open and raised his hands in the air with a big grin plastered on his face.

"Sorry. Got lost searching for the milk for the last 18 years. But, hey ! I'm here now !" He shook the hands of everyone in the room as if it was award-day before sitting down beside Eva who looked like she wanted to kill him.

...What was he doing ? Where was her dad ?

"As we've told you before, Eva is an excellent student. She just seems to be a little preoccupied those days and we were wondering if it had maybe something to do with what was happening at home ?", the headmaster tried to explain and make Freddy talk about Eva’s home situation. But, Freddy was having none of it.

"My kid is perfectly fine." He scoffed. "She ain't troubled. She just needs people to leave her the fuck alone."

All the people in the room were shocked by his words and the headmaster finally spoke again after scratching his throat awkwardly.

"Mr. Cortez. No cursing please."

Freddy rolled his eyes before replying.

"Am gonna curse if I damn want to…"

He then raised his hand, but Eva suddenly grabbed it and lowered it back against him.

"Calm down, dad."

The glare she sent his way made Freddy immediately sit down—grumbling. The principal started explaining how Eva’s grades had been falling recently and how she was becoming more and more disrespectful with the teachers. Eva stayed silent while Freddy seemed to barely be able to contain himself. He was starting to get bored and annoyed. At the end, when the principal asked for his opinion…he didn’t have a lot to say.

"Go. Fuck. Yourselves."

The principal and the teacher present were dumbfounded and before anyone could stop him, Freddy grabbed Eva by the wrist and dragged her out of the office. When they were far enough, she pulled away and glared at him.

"WHAT WAS THAT ?!"

He cackled.

"Come on ! They were pissing you off too !"

Eva shook her head.

"Not that ! You pretended to be my dad !"

She seemed genuinely angry and it took Freddy by surprise.

"Daddy for a few weeks. Chill, kid. I gotta come back to my world at some point. Not that I don't like your nerdy a**. But, I ain't gonna torment you forever. Even I wouldn't handle it."

Eva frowned. What was he talking about ?! Where was her real dad ?! She had asked him for her real dad ! Not a damn knock-off ! She was about to answer when someone cut her off.

"FREAK !"

They both turned their heads towards the voice and Freddy saw a blond boy in the middle of the corridor. He was jot looking at Freddy though. He was looking at Eva. And from the expression on her face ? They certainly weren’t friends…Freddy grinned and squeezed Eva’s shoulder.

"Step outside, sweetheart. I'll be right behind ya."

She was about to protest when Freddy squeezed her shoulder once more and the look he gave her made her shiver. She begrudgingly complied and walked away.

As soon as she was outside, Freddy’s smile grew as he turned back towards the boy and grabbed him by the collar to pull him forward harshly.

"Now, listen to me good, bitch. You speak to her like that one more time, and I'll paint this whole school with yar fucking blood, got it pretty boy ?"

"Y—Yes, sir !", the boy replied frightfully and his eyes went wide at the sharp blades now so close to his face.

"Good boy. Now, scram.", Freddy finally said before releasing the boy who ran away.

Freddy cackled before stepping outside. When Eva asked what he had done ? He didn’t answer. But, that boy wouldn’t be bothering her anymore…

Back home :

The moment they were back at the house, Eva turned around to glare at Freddy.

"I asked you to bring back my dad ! What’s wrong with you ?!"

Freddy sniggered mockingly.

"Nah nah, sweetheart. I can’t bring back the dead. I only told ya you could have A dad. Not YOUR dad."

Eva gritted her teeth and threw her backpack in his face.

"LIAR !"

Freddy barely managed to avoid it before glaring back at Eva.

"Not my fault ya one gullible lil’ girl."

Eva was furious and yelled.

"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE !"

Freddy cackled before suddenly grabbing her wrist to pull her towards him. He then grinned maliciously.

"Not a chance, sweetie. Am here to torment ya. And I’ll stay till ya lose yer goddamn mind !"

Eva gasped and her eyes widened at the cruel streak in his eyes. What had she been thinking ? Of course he wasn’t her friend. He would never be. She wrenched away from his grip and glared at him.

"…You are a monster."

He held back a snort.

"Took you long enough."

She huffed and slammed the door of her bedroom. The moment she was out of reach, she started crying on her bed. Freddy could walk through doors in his dreamworld, but not in the world of the living. He sighed and knocked at her door.

"Hey, kiddo. Open up."

She didn’t answer, but her door wasn’t locked. When he entered, he found her buried underneath layers of blankets and he hesitated whether or not to joke about it. But, he couldn’t help himself.

"Hey, rabbit. Get out your rabbit hole, will you ? Gotta talk to you."

She sighed before getting her head out and looking at him.

"What ?"

He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. This was going to be one hell of an awkward moment.

"Uh…Are you hungry ?"

Eva frowned. Why would the dream demon care about that ?

"…Not particularly. No."

They stayed in perfect silence for a while until Freddy’s stomach suddenly rumbled and suddenly, Eva understood. Her mouth twisted into a knowing smirk.

"Oh…Now, that’s hilarious." She looked up at his face and realised he was trying his best not to blush in embarrassment. Freddy wasn’t in his dream world anymore, which meant…"You’re hungry, aren’t you ?"

He grumbled something and suddenly, Eva pulled the covers off her to stand up in front of Freddy. Now that she thought about it, he wasn’t that tall. She thought he would be taller. In her dreams, he was this terrible dream demon who could make anyone’s life miserable. But here ? He needed to eat and bend down to human needs. So…

"Fine then. I’ll make you food. But, on one condition."

Freddy frowned as Eva’s grin widened.

"…You’ll do exactly what I say. And no doing anything without asking me first."

His eyes widened and he crossed his arms aver his chest.

"Oh ? You think you can control me, little girl ?"

She mimicked him and crossed her arms over her own chest.

"You wanna starve and live on the street ?"

There was a silent challenge between the two of them until Freddy finally yielded. He sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Fine, girly. You win. No more acting out."

Eva smiled victoriously before walking past him and getting downstairs to prepare dinner.

Maybe…Living with Freddy wouldn’t be such a pain after all.

A few days later :

Turns out, Freddy held his promise. He didn’t interfere with Eva’s life anymore, as long as he was fed. He stayed in the house most of the time and watched TV. But, Eva knew better than to trust the dream demon. Freddy was dangerous. And she would be foolish to forget it.

However, it seemed he wasn’t as much an inconvenience as she thought he would be. He was annoying. Rude. A pervert. But, he kept her company and actually helped around the house—which seemed rather strange. But, she wouldn’t be the one to point it out.

And soon enough, a strange thing happened.

They both fell in this sort of comfortable everyday life. She would leave for school, but Freddy was always there when she would come back. She didn’t ask what he was doing when she wasn’t there, but he told her anyway. Since he was technically human in the real world, his conversations were rather lively to talk about the most mondaine of things. He would talk about what he saw on TV like he hadn’t seen one before, he would marvel at the smallest things like Chinese takeaway and was so easy to satisfy…It was almost comical. He did have the occasional gross statements about the good looks of the women neighbours or his old kills. But, other than that ? He wasn’t that bad a roommate.

Unfortunately, Freddy hated being bored. And she knew that when he would be bored…he would come and annoy her. And soon enough, he finally found something to use against her.

They were sitting in the living room. Eva was doing her homework while Freddy was sitting upside down on the couch—staring at the clock. He had made the deal to get out and have some fun, but all Eva was doing was ignore him, pretend he was just a spider on the wall. He was tired of it.

He groaned loudly in annoyance before standing up.

"That's it. We're doing something fun !" He thought Eva would at least spare him a glance, but all she did was continue working. At this point, he was scared the girl didn’t even know how to have fun. He sighed as she kept ignoring him and he looked down at her bag before noticing a bright purple flyer. He picked it up and smiled as he read that Eva had a dance in two weeks. He looked at her—still plunged into her work. His smirk faltered.

Yeah…Fat chance she was ever going.

"Ya got a dance right ?"

He suddenly slammed the flyer in front of her eyes and Eva barely flinched. But, she did seem mildly surprised as she looked up at him with a quizzical raised eyebrow.

"Yeah. And ?"

Freddy seemed stunned by her complete disinterest and sat in front of her with a grin.

"And…Let me teach you a move or two."

Her eyes widened and for the first time since they met, Freddy saw Eva laugh. She burst out laughing. He would have taken offense if he wasn’t so shocked. When she was finished laughing, Eva shook her head in disbelief.

"I am not dancing with you."

He sighed and shook his head before suddenly slamming his hand on the table.

"Let me rephrase that. Either we have fun—or I go out and find myself a nice bunch of innocent virgins and make a blood sacrifice to...me."

Alright—not really convincing. But, at this point, he didn’t have much to lose. And he thought she would just brush him off, as always. But, her eyes glanced down at the flyer and she bit her lower lip in hesitation. She did want to go. But…She didn’t know if she should.

She finally closed her eyes and sighed loudly in defeat.

"Fine…Five minutes."

Freddy was surprised she was complying, but he wouldn’t lose his chance. He smirked and clapped his hands excitedly. He then grabbed Eva’s hand before she could change her mind and smirked as she tried to pull away. But…She then relaxed as Freddy started leading her into a dance. They didn’t say anything until Freddy started giving her instructions.

"You’re too stiff. Relax. It ain’t like there’s anyone around. Just your ol’ pal Freddy."

Eva sighed.

That was the problem.

"…Why are you being nice ?"

She asked and Freddy forced a smile onto his face. He tried to look reassuring, but it didn’t work. It made her worry even more.

"Am bored. Wasn’t trying to be nice," he tried to tell her…but Eva wasn’t fooled.

"Freddy…Tell me the truth."

Freddy stopped.

He hesitated.

He remained silent and Eva finally pulled away from him.

She waited for him to explain. He seemed…worried.

"Look…girlie. I…Hum…I have to tell you something." He didn’t know how to tell her that it was almost time for him to go. He had noticed that his body was slowly decomposing. He was a dream demon. And dream demons couldn’t stay in the world of the living.

But, the more he looked at her and the more he wondered if he should tell her. She wouldn’t care, right ? It’s not like they were friends or anything…

He huffed a laugh and shrugged.

"Just…Try not to fall on your ass when you get to prom, alright ?"

She tilted her head and didn’t seem to believe him at first, but he then decided to use her momentary inattention to trip her backwards and smirk as she almost fell to the ground. But, he caught her.

"Like that."

She huffed and groaned in annoyance before quickly standing up and giving him a glare.

"You scared me, idiot."

His smirk grew into a victorious grin.

"Well, I did my job right then."

She rolled her eyes before walking away—a tiny smile on her face. She was gonna cook dinner. Freddy followed her with his eyes and smiled as well…But, his smile fell when he looked down at his trembling fingers. He could feel his strength dwindling away…He closed his eyes and let out a sigh.

…He wasn’t going to tell her.

It was for the best.

The next day :

Would you be my prom buddy ?

A note was left on the table next to his breakfast plate. He looked at it. He looked at it for a long time. He actually stared at it until it was the end of school for Eva and she came back.

"…What the fuck is that ?"

He asked her before she could even put down her backpack. There was a long silence until Eva opened her mouth.

"…Can’t you read ?"

He glared at her.

"Yeah. Ahah. Don’t play smartass with me. What does it mean ?"

Eva sighed.

"It’s an invitation to prom. I know. It’s stupid. But, I thought…"

"You thought…what exactly ?" He cut her off. "Hey ! Let’s ask the dream demon for a dance at my stupid highschool dance ?"

Her eyes widened. She didn’t think it would get such a rise out of him. She thought he would actually appreciate the offer and it would go straight to his gigantic ego. But, he looked mad. Really mad.

"Freddy…Why are you so mad ? It’s just a stupid dance. Nobody asked me and you showed me that you liked dancing yesterday. I just thought…"

Freddy’s eyes softened. He knew that he shouldn’t be so angry. That it was the perfect chance to scare some teenagers and embarrass the girl for ages. But…His fingers were still shaking and he could feel his body’s slowly but surely withering away.

He looked away.

He couldn’t tell her.

He couldn’t tell her he probably wouldn’t be there anymore by the time she gets to the fucking prom.

Eva mistook his silence for spite and huffed a laugh of disbelief. She knew the demon was stubborn and cruel, but she didn’t think he would be the one to give her the silent treatment. Freddy was everything but quiet. It was one of the only great things he was. Loud. At least, she always knew what was going on through his dark twisted mind. But, seeing him acting like this was just…weird.

"…Fine. Have it your way." She finally huffed before walking away and Freddy winced as he heard Eva’s door slam shut. He sighed before looking at his hand where the decomposed flesh was already showing.

A few hours later :

Freddy eventually went upstairs and hesitated whether or not to knock at her door. Finally, he wrapped his fingers around the doorknob before turning it silently and entering discreetly. The bedroom was dark and Eva had her back to him. His eyes softened as he saw her asleep.

He raised his hand over her face and slowly moved a strand of her hair away from her face.

How could he tell her ? How could he tell her that he couldn’t stay ? How could he tell her that if he stayed in the world of the living for too long…He’d disappear ?

"How am I supposed to go back when you got me all wrapped up around yar little finger, huh brat ?", he muttered while booping the girl with his finger. Eva turned around in her sleep and Freddy unconsciously smiled. Freddy tilted his head and smiled before wincing at the feeling in his chest. He didn't want a kid. He had already tried..People usually got hurt around him—if not worse.

He sighed before standing up to leave. He would keep his mouth shut. It was for the best. He thought she was asleep—he thought wrong. The moment he tried to walk away, he felt a hand wrap around his wrist and when he turned back—Eva's eyes were on him.

"Why are you talking weird..", she asked with a weak sleepy voice and Freddy sighed before sitting down next to her on her bed. "Listen. There is something I've been meaning to tell you but..."

She frowned worriedly and Freddy finally decided it was best to just show her. Eva gasped when he showed her his rotten arm and Freddy could already see she wouldn't understand. So, he explained.

"I'm dead, kiddo. I can't stay forever."

Eva squeezed his arm and shook her head vividly. No...It couldn't be.

"We..We'll go get some doctors. We'll figure this out. I'll..I'll find a way," Eva started crying and Freddy sighed before holding both of her hands in his.

"It's okay, kiddo. We both knew it was temporary. Besides, don't tell me you aren't glad to actually see me gone ?"

He was trying to cheer her up—but the nasty glare she gave him afterwards made him realize it was the wrong move.

"You are so f*cking stupid, Freddy Krueger.", she spat and Freddy knew he shouldn't get angry—but there was something truly infuriating about the hurt in her eyes. He was a monster. A slasher. She shouldn't be looking at him like that...like she cared...like she wanted him to stay. And worse of all, he shouldn't feel so damn disappointed he couldn't.

"What do you want from me, kiddo ? I do not make the rules."

"Bullshit !" She interrupted him. "You’re Freddy Krueger ! You do not have rules ! You just wanna leave me ! Like my parents did !"

Freddy’s eyes widened.

"Now, wait a minute, kiddo…That’s not fair. I swear I can’t stay. I am already rotting, little girl. There’s no…"

There’s no way I can stay. Sorry.

He wanted to say, but the words stayed stuck in his throat. Eva was glaring at him and he knew she hated him. And he knew he didn’t have a heart. He shouldn’t care about what some lousy brat was thinking…He really shouldn’t.

"You are a coward."

The words hurt more than he cared to admit, especially when Eva was looking at him with such hatred in her eyes. He knew what it felt like to be abandoned. But…

"Look, Eva…I…I really can’t stay. I wish I could."

He hoped she would understand.

A week later :

He had actually showed up.

Eva didn't know if she was happy or upset. But, he had put on his glamor and for a man with absolutely no taste, he had actually cleaned up good.

"...You're late.", she couldn't help but comment—but Freddy only shrugged.

"Hey. I'm here, ain't I ?", he retorted and even though Eva sighed in exasperation, she still smiled and took his hand.

"I'm glad...", she finally admitted and Freddy laughed before nudging her.

"Hey ! Don't go all soft on me now."

She huffed a laugh before discreetly wiping a few tears from her eyes.

"Yeah...You're right."

But their heartfelt moment was cut off by the mean comments of some of the other students.

"AHAHAH ! Look at those two freaks !"

"Is that really your dad ?"

"That’s just embarrassing…"

Suddenly, Eva felt all of their eyes on her and let go of Freddy's hand who threw a nasty glare around at all the other teens. He had forgotten how much they could all be a bunch of little shits. Made him not regret killing some of them when he had the chance.

However, Eva's reaction was what surprised him. She seemed to be hiding herself behind him, which would have been hilarious in any other circumstances than this one. She seemed genuinely afraid. She was shaking and Freddy sighed before turning around to face her and shield her from the others.

"Hey. Calm down, drama queen. You're going to be alright. Take a damn breath. It's only a stupid party." He whispered to her—but Eva shook her head and whimpered.

"I should have never come..."

He felt her anger and disappointment as if they were his own and his smile vanished.

"That damn party will be enough to make me fail my entire life. If I don't make good face, I won't have a good social circle, with no good social circle, people will think I'm stupid and that I don't have what it takes to go to college..I won't marry. Have kids. Have a life."

She started rumbling and Freddy's eyes widened in astonishment. What was she going on about ?!

"Who cares ? You're 17. Live a little.", he told her—but she shook her head again.

"I'm 18, asshole. And what ? You want me to end up like you ?"

Okay. Ouch. That last part did hurt, but fair. At her age, he had already given up on school and had probably already been sent off to delinquent camp. He wasn't like her. At all. But, from what he could see—she was too fuckin' anxious for a kid.

"Now, you listen here, ya ungrateful little shit. I don't know who taught you that life is all about good grades and marriage and fuckin' kids..? But, they're full of shit ! Life is all about you and what you want !"

He forced her to look at him and was about to continue when he saw the desperation in her eyes. Fuck. He knew that look. The look of the lost. How many times had he looked at himself in the mirror with that very same expression on his face. Too tired. Too angry. Too fuckin' miserable. It didn't look good on her...

"AND I WANT YOU TO FUCKING STAY !" He was rendered speechless as she finally confessed the real reason why she was so upset. She wanted him to stay and remain her dad. Eva knew it didn't make any sense, but she wanted Freddy to be her father forever. She stormed off and Freddy gritted his teeth. Shit.

He ran after her.

"HEY ! COME BACK HERE ! DADDY'S NOT DONE TALKING !" Eva flipped him off and he rolled his eyes—even though he was proud to have taught her something. He then grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him just as the music was starting again. He could feel her big crocodile tears wetting his collarbone and her fists clenching in his shirt.

He wanted to make her forget. He wanted to make her happy. Fuck ! It was her damn graduation party and it felt like a damn funeral !

"How about a dance, champ' ?", he finally asked and smirked when he saw the way her eyes widened in shock. At least she wasn't crying no more.

"DON'T YOU DARE—!"

Her protest fell into deaf ears as she was suddenly led into a dance. Freddy started twirling her around and even though she wanted to stop and yell at him some more, she couldn't. He turned elegantly, his body in tune with the slow music. Yet, there was a sort of harshness to him, like he was someone who shouldn’t be underestimated.

"Come on ! Let loose, girly. Let's not waste the little time we got."

His confident smirk made her feel as if he could do anything and she was just enjoying the ride, the thrill of dancing with danger. And even though she shouldn't, it made her feel as if she could do anything too. The warmth between them grew more powerful by the second. Her heartbeat was growing steadily along with the musical beat and if it was to be her last night with Freddy ? She would make it count. Their dance wasn't perfect; everything from their hectic breathing to how their feet moved to stay in sync with the music, but she wouldn't have it any other way. If, by the end of this dance her breath was taken away, she would know the exact reason why.

Eva didn't hear the dark whispers around her, as she was trying to keep up. And even though she was mad at him, she couldn't lie that it was the most fun she had had in a long time. Suddenly, Freddy went faster and to her surprise, she succeeded in dancing alongside him and when he bent her backwards, she even laughed.

"Here it is ! That smiley face people know and love.."

She opened her eyes and her smile fell when she saw Freddy's face. She hadn't realized that the reason for her classmates' cruel jeering was that Freddy's face had slowly melted away.

"F...Freddy ?", her voice shook with worry as she started touching the gooey texture he had tried to cover his face with. It felt...odd.

"Sh*t.", he almost dropped her as he tried to cover his face, but it was too late. He was vanishing. And he could now hear all of your classmates whispers around you both. He was the one ruining your party now...

"Hey. Look at me. F*ck them." Eva tried to drag him back into the dance—but he refused. Freddy only shook his head before storming out of the room to the gents' toilets and tried to hide his face all the way. He had never been ashamed of anything in his life, but he didn't want her to be hurt.

"She ain't even that pretty."

He kicked the door open and before either of the boys could escape, he had them both pinned by the throat.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY ABOUT MY KID, YOU FUCKERS ?!"

"Fuck y'all. Wouldn't recognize pretty even if it was to spit you in the f*cking face."

He walked over their corpses and didn't look back. He knew she would be angry, but he didn't give two shits. The contract would be over tonight and he would be gone. If his last action was to offer her a little break from assholes like them ? Then, he'd gladly take the chance.

But, he didn't think of the consequences...

Not until his right hand started hurting him and he realized it was rapidly rotting away.

He looked at Eva—waiting for him on the dance floor. He hesitated before looking at the window of the men's restroom.

His exit.

He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth.

"Sorry kid..."

A few hours later :

"FREDDY !" Eva ran towards him and he winced and was about to tell you not to come any closer, but the pain started worsening in his right leg and he couldn't stay up any longer.

She rushed forward just as he hit the ground and held him closer to her as she cried out.

"What is going on ?!"

He didn't answer and only smiled before raising his face to gently stroke her face.

"...Pretty," he muttered weakly and Eva broke into sobs.

"We..We can fix this. I'll just break the contract. We'll make another deal. Please. Why did you do this ?" She asked while he was spitting blood and he shrugged.

"Never liked school."

She laughed and wiped her tears away.

"Stop making jokes. You are dying, you moron."

"Bah. Not really. It's just this body's expiration date. I'll still be around. In your head."

"...You didn't have to do any of this, idiot."

"Bullshit. They needed someone to teach them a thing or two about respect."

"Hey. I was an alright dad, right ?", he asked as blood started dripping down his chin and Eva hiccuped a laugh.

"Are you kidding ? The best.", she said and Freddy let out a small cackle.

"You're a terrible liar..."

She held his hand tightly and smiled weakly at him.

"Daddy for one more day...Please ? Stay. For me ?" She pleaded and Freddy's breath hitched. Freddy's face slowly melted away and his burnt face showed underneath his glamor. But, Eva wasn't afraid anymore.

He huffed a laugh before offering her a genuine smile and tipping his hat at her. "Are you kidding me ? Daddy for life, kiddo. For better and definitely for worse."

Eva smiled and kissed his forehead lovingly, but was then pulled back from him and dragged away.

"Wait...WAIT ! No. Please ! He was only trying to protect me !" She tried to explain—but nothing could have convinced them. Her eyes watered and in one last attempt to protect him, jumped forward to wrap her arms around him.

But then, she heard cars screech in the distance and stop just in front of the both of you. A man then stood out of the car and approached the both of you. He took a glance at Freddy's terrible state and sighed before introducing himself.

"Hello, Mr. Krueger. Nice to meet you. My name is Liam McCain and I am the head of security in a facility that is specialized in cases such as yours for complete rehabilitation..Do you accept ?" Freddy arked a skeptical eyebrow at him before eyeing the multiple holes in his chest significantly.

"In case you haven't noticed, I ain't got a lot of time left, buddy.." Liam seemed to realize and asked one of the nurses to bring something. When Eva saw the needle, she frowned and immediately grabbed his arm before he could inject whatever that was in his veins.

"Now, wait a minute ! What is that ?" She asked and Liam seemed to only realize now her presence since the moment he had stepped out of the car.

"Who is he to you ?" He asked in all seriousness and she was speechless. She actually didn't know who he was to her..Was he a friend ? No...That wasn't the right word. She glanced at Freddy's pitiful appearance and even if he must be in terrible pain, he forced himself to smile reassuringly at you.

"He's my dad." She finally settled for before holding his hand and squeezing it lightly.

Liam stayed expressionless at first, but his face was soon brightened with a knowing smile.

"Of course he is.."

He then hit her on the back of the head and you fell to the floor—unconscious. Freddy's chest heaved as he didn't even have the strength to raise a finger and could only yell at general McCain.

"HEY, YOU FUCKER ! GET AWAY FROM HER ! I'LL REMOVE YOUR HEAD FROM THE REST OF YOU, ASSHOLE !"

He used his last strength to raise his clawed hand and try to get to you, but was unsuccessful. Liam ignored him and carefully picked you up before putting you in one of the officers' arms.

"Get her home safely."

The agent nodded promptly before carrying you away. Once you were out of sight, Liam crouched back next to Freddy and sighed when he saw that Freddy was giving him the middle finger.

"I can't believe I'm going to save the infamous Freddy Krueger..."

He then injected the substance inside of him and Freddy fell unconscious.

Freddy's eyes suddenly snapped open. But, before he could move as much as a muscle, Liam attached a sort of collar around his neck and he suddenly had a lot of riffles pointed at him.

"Welcome back, Mr. Krueger. And welcome to St Louis."

Freddy looked up and his eyes widened as he saw a big building made with red bricks. He could feel the power of this place and seethed.

"What the f...?! What the heck is this place ?!"

Liam smiled enigmatically.

"...Your new home."

Freddy was once again sedated before being dragged inside.

A few years later :

Eva Cortez entered St Louis and she took a deep breath. She had finally found it. It had taken her years, but she had finally found it…St Louis. Her feet immediately guided her towards the basement and once she was in front of Freddy’s cell—she stopped.

"...Hey, Freddy."

Silence.

Freddy didn’t answer and Eva sighed.

She had his talisman wrapped around her wrist and gripped the bars of his cell.

"You remember me ?" She asked, but Freddy remained unresponsive.

"...Come on. It's me." She insisted and smiled. She was trying not to cry as she realised he wasn’t reacting. She sighed before asking in a weak voice:

"Daddy for a day ?"

Suddenly, Freddy seemed to react as he slowly turned his head towards you and his eyes lit up in recognition.

"...Daddy for life, kiddo."

Eva smiled and tried not to cry as she extended her hand through the bars and held his hand.

"I'm here. I'm here, dad." He smiled, but Eva was surprised when Freddy pulled her flush against his cage and his eyes seemed so cold.

"Go. Leave this place. Now. It ain’t for you here. Get out. Get out now."

Eva couldn't help but smile and even though her every instinct was telling her to run, she used her other hand to gently stroke Freddy's cheek.

"I missed you too.."

Freddy's face softened and he sighed before pressing his forehead against hers.

"Please. Leave, kiddo."

However, Liam entered behind her and Freddy's face twisted in anger. He scratched her hand while pushing her away and Eva fell to the floor.

"Go. Leave." Freddy told her and Eva’s eyes widened at the sudden change in behaviour of Freddy.

"I do not understand…Why ? Freddy ?"

Freddy didn’t say anything—his eyes glaring daggers at Liam.

"Miss Cortez. Please. Wait outside." Liam said and Eva sighed in defeat.

"Alright." Eva complied and Freddy sat back in a corner. Once she was gone, Liam returned his eyes on the cage where Freddy was waiting. Liam sighed.

"Your daughter came to visit you. The least you could do is thank her. She really did everything in her power to find you."

Freddy snorted.

"She shouldn’t have. And I have no daughter. She’s just a chick. Just…send her back."

Liam chuckled and Freddy glared at him.

"What’s so funny, asshole ?"

Liam kept a smile on his face.

"I am afraid I cannot send her away. You see…Miss Cortez applied to a position as a nurse in our establishment and she was hired."

Freddy’s eyes widened and he suddenly reached out to Liam to cut his throat.

"You BITCH ! There are other slashers in here ! She’s gonna get herself killed !" He roared and Liam laughed as he walked away.

"Those are the risks of the profession, Mr. Krueger !"

Freddy punched the bars of his cell and yelled:

"NO ! NO ! Get her out of here ! You hear me ?! OR AM GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU, MCCAIN !"

Liam chuckled again on his way out and Freddy sank on his knees.

No.

No no no…

She couldn’t work here. She couldn’t.

Freddy gritted his teeth and his eyes became red with anger…He would kill them all.

HE WOULD KILL THEM ALL.

#Spotify #freddy krueger x reader #freddy krueger x child!reader #freddy krueger #slashers au

[redskull199987]

Can I request William James Moriarty x reader making out and reader was so loud that everyone heard them so when they got down Moran and Bond were teasing reader and she is so emotional so she started crying and ran from room and Louis, William, Albert and Jack wanted to kill these two but they went straight to apologize to reader

The right Decision

William James Moriarty x female!reader Request

Word count:1.2k

Warnings:making out, emotional reader

Summary: You and William were supposed to join the others for tea but you have other plans..

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A few weeks ago, I wouldn't even have dared to think about what was happening right now. A few weeks ago, William was nothing more than a close friend, just like the rest of his family. But now, it was different. Since I confessed my love to him, he never seemed to be more than ten meters away from me. To be honest, I was surprised that he even wanted to persue a relationship with me, considering the plans he had. 

But he did nevertheless.

And that's exactly how we ended up here. Huddled up in William's bedroom, with his hands all over my body, while we were actually supposed to join the others downstairs for tea. I could smell the sweet scent of Louis'selfmade green tea all the way up to where we were sitting on William's bed.

"Will?", I mumbled, as he softly kissed the sensitive skin behind my ear.

"Will, we should join the others", I tried to reason with him, but William only whined and raised his head to look at me.

"Five more minutes", he whispered and softly caressed my cheek with his tender fingers.

"This is so unlike you, Will", I mumbled, while he pulled me into his lap.

"It's because you make me feel a whole new emotion", He mumbled, his crimson eyes fixated on mine.

I felt a blush creep up at my neck. William was so different now. While he was already caring and friendly before, he now seemed like he wanted to protect me at all costs. His soft touches telling me that he would never dare to let anything happen to me. 

"Is it Love that you feel?", I asked, as his hands started to push up my skirt, his palms resting on my thighs while I pulled his face back to mine.

"That and so much more", he confessed. A sigh escaped me, as he pressed his lips against mine in a tender, yet passionate kiss. I felt how he pulled me impossibly closer. And it almost felt like this moment could last forever, like he wouldn't die in a few months. It felt like he would throw all that away and just stay with me forever. 

But I knew that he would never do that. He had worked his entire life for this and he wouldn't give it up for me.

"I know, what you are thinking about, my love", William said, as we parted,"You are thinking about my death, aren't you"

I only nodded. I knew lying to him was worthless. I watched as a soft smile appeared on his face.

"You know", he mumbled, placing a soft kiss on my forehead,"If I would've met you earlier, I might've stopped persuing my goal"

My eyes widened upon hearing his words:"Really?!"

He only nodded:"I would've made sure that protecting you is the only Goal I have"

"Oh, Will", I sighed pulling him back towards my lips. I knew that this meant much more than just saying 'I love you'.

And now as he kissed me so passionately and touched me so gently, I knew that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. And as moan after moan escaped my lips, I knew that I wanted nothing more that for him to live. But I knew that I couldn't change his mind. I would try anyways though...

"Look, who finally made it to tea", I heard Moran say, as William and me finally made our way downstairs to the others. I could see that him and Albert were playing a game of chess. Albert was about to win though. 

"Sorry, that we're late", William smiled and took my hand, pulling me into his side,"We were just enyjoying some time alone together."

"Of course you were", Bond smiled, a cup of tea still in his hand, as he sat down between Louis and Fred on the sofa.

I already felt my cheeks blush, as William guided me into the room. Suddenly everything felt so wrong. I almost regretted giving in to William's request to stay in his room a little while longer. The only thing grounding me right now, was his firm grip around my waist.

"Y/N, tell me how is William doing as your lover so far. He almost seems to innocent for a parter", Moran grinned, his dark eyes fixated on mine. Usually, his flirty behavior didn't bother me but right now it all seemed too overhelming.

"We're doing fine, Colonel", William smiled politely, as he took a step forward to reach for the two ramaining cups on the table.

"Oh, we could certainly hear that", Moran grinned and mindlessly moved a chess piece in front of him.

And that little comment was enough. I didn't know what had gotten into me, but my shoulders slumbed and I felt tears burning in my eyes.

"Excuse me", I mubled, before quickly making my way back upstairs. I didn't want them to see my like this. So vulnarable. It was enough, if William had to see this side of me.

I quickly made my way back into William's room. I threw the door shut behind me and immediately  retreated onto his balcony. As the fresh air hit my face and the soft rays of the afternoon sun hit my face, I could already feel myself calm down again. Today was probably just an emotional day. With William's confession earlier, I felt alll over the place.

A quiet,"God damn it", left my lips as I cursed the fact that I couldn't control my feelings at times like these. Especially because I wasn't the only one who felt like this. With the great finale of William's plan coming closer and closer, every single one of us was on edge. And I had to be the one who needed taking care of again, as always. That thought almost made me want to cry again and I fiercely gripped the balustrade of the balcony.

"My love?"

My eyes widened, as I heard William's voice behind me. I turned around and saw him standing in the middle of his room. The rest of the group seemingly wanted to hide behind his frame.

"I'm sorry, Y/N", Moran said and immediately made his way over to me. He looked at me ashamed and took my hand, falling to his knees,"I know it's not easy for you. I shouldn't have said, what I said."

"Its fine, Moran", I assured him and moitioned for him to stand up again. What he didn't expect was, that I pulled him into a firm hug.

"We're all on edge, so no worries", I explained and looked at the others with a smile,"I trust William and I know his plan will work out. For all of us."

"Thank you, my beloved",William said and bowed slightly. The others followed his example.

"Now come on", I said, striding towards him and taking his hand,"Let's drink a cup of tea, before it gets dark outside"

"It would be my pleasure", Will smiled.

Together with the others, we walked back to the living room and I couldn't say that I regretted it, because I got to see Moran despair in a game of chess against William. So, in the end, I knew that pursuing this relationship was the right decision.

#Moriarty #Moriarty the patriot #Mtp #mtp x reader #William Moriarty #William James Moriarty #william moriarty x reader #William Moriarty x female reader #albert moriarty #louis moriarty #sebastian moran #Free pollock #Bond #Jack #Anime #Anime edit #Manga #Manga edit #x reader #oneshot #female!reader #edit #Edits

[blair-the-juggalho]

TWDG Ericsson kids with a attractive S/O

My apologies for doing doing the request together lmao! 😵‍💫

Violet

She’s so proud to be dating you!

She can’t help herself but look at you all the time

She’s not open about it in public but alone she’s very affectionate

Constantly hugging you and telling you just how pretty you are

Sometimes she gets a bit insecure I mean what could you see in her?

But once you comfort her enough she will feel more secure

She will sometimes boast about you to everyone else especially during a game when she’s feeling cocky

Her favourite thing to do is kiss you all over your face every part of your lovely face deserves a little peck!

You still make her blush so much! You beauty will always have an affect on her!

Mitch

Now this man will boast about you like a lot!

He gets jealous pretty easily though! He understands just how beautiful you are so whenever someone comes up to you he immediately rushes over and holds your waist

He will complain to you for hours about how everyone needs to keep their eyes to themselves

He also loves to cuddle you when your alone

Specifically any position where he can fully see your face

Every time you walk into the room he falls a little bit more in love with you

Stares at you for hours! He watches you do everything and he’ll always have a goofy smile or a small chuckle when he sees you smile

And if anyone says anything about it your gonna have to stop him from getting into a fight

But for heaven sake that man would beat up anyone for you

And like Vi anything you do still makes this man blush! Your just so stunning!

Louis

This mf also brags about you non stop

Like all the time!!!

“Oh well I’m dating the most gorgeous person alive so yeh.”

He likes to play you songs he wrote for you on his piano

But either half way through or at the end he just has to stop and admire you

He also gets a tiny bit insecure but he hides it under his jokes

But oh my lord if you ever just when on about how attractive he was and how you always made him laugh his heart would melt

“Oh! Well thank you, that means a lot coming from such a beautiful face.”

He loves everything about you, you being drop dead stunning is just a Bonus

Heaven forbid your having a run in with a Walker because this silly man will just say

“Oh no! You watch yourself you rotting corpse! Your not allowed to bite into that perfect face!”

Such a loser<3 /hj

Marlon

He too is very proud to be with you

He will always have you close to him so everyone knows your totally off limits

You get away with skipping out on chores too

“Ok you get this time off, only because your pretty though.”

He would joke but we both know that this man would let you do whatever

He always like to pull you in by the waist to he can look at you

Oh also Rosie is now your own personal guard dog

He will always remind you just how beautiful you are too

“Your really something you know.”

This man also gets a bit nervous whenever you kiss him he just loves you so much!

Aasim

He felt like the luckiest man in the world!

He would always right about you just saying how pretty you are

Most of the time however he’s just staring at you

If someone talks to him he pretends to go back to writing lmao

He wishes he could have a camera so he could take photos of you

If he did have one he’d carry a photo of you everywhere as his good luck charm :)

Omar

Before I say anything else this man will kiss your hands

His pretty S/O should be treated like royalty!

As I said before, you always get first picks on food

He’d make you whatever you wanted whenever!

As I said you will be treated like royalty!

He’s just so honoured that you picked him!

Your so perfect and he doesn’t really get why your with him

He definitely isn’t complaining tho

Ruby

As I said in my last one, she will grow you flowers!

And she’d do anything to stick around her oh so pretty partner!

Will always give back sassy and flirty comments too you

“Not so bad yourself, good lookin’.”

She totally respects the work you put into yourself

And she’s totally happy she’s the one who gets to enjoy it the most!

Brody

Just like some of the others, everything you do makes this girl blush

Your beauty still makes her swoon!

She loves it when you cuddle and kiss her especially in public!

It shows that your proud to be with her!

She will tell you just how pretty you are EVERYDAY even though I’m sure by know you already know that Xx

#twdg #twdg louis #twdg x reader #twdg marlon #twdg mitch #twdg omar #twdg ruby #twdg violet #the walking dead game

[laurenairay]

I got the boy, she got the man - M. Tkachuk

Summary: Seeing Matthew with his new girlfriend broke Iris’s heart all over again.

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: angst, pining, heartbreak

A/N: this is the standalone alternative ending to the Matthew and Iris story I never finished. If you’re interested in seeing how the story actually went, then let me know, and I might try to kick it back into action this offseason. But other than that, I’m happy to leave this little teaser.

Title from I Got The Boy, by Jana Kramer

*

Nothing could have prepared Iris for how it felt, seeing Matthew with her. Seeing their smiles and their laughter and their arms wrapped around each other. Only three months ago, that was her. Only 12 weeks ago, she stood in her place, but not anymore. Iris hadn’t even wanted to come to the Annual Tkachuk Barbecue, her heart a shaky mess, barely holding herself together in front of all the people who knew them both, but her mom had insisted that as neighbours, this was the right thing to do. To show him that he couldn’t just wipe away their history like that. To show him that she, Iris Davenport, still led her own life without him.

The moment that she’d spotted them across the backyard, her heart crumbled all over again.

Sure, Taryn was doing her best to keep the two of them on the other side of the Tkachuk backyard, protecting Iris in the only way she could. And sure, Brady was doing his best to be a distraction, keeping all eyes on him with increasingly-ridiculous stories, to stop the pitying stares sent her way. Even Iris’s older sister stuck by her side like glue, keeping anyone and everyone who even looked like they might bring up the recent heartbreak away with a sharp glare.

And Iris did appreciate it – there was no way she could say that she didn’t. But it was hard enough coming home to St Louis, being in the neighbourhood that they’d grown up in, where they shared so many memories, let alone seeing him so happy with someone who wasn’t her. That wasn’t going to change any time soon, as much as her family and friends tried to help.

The last thing she wanted was to cause a scene, to show that she was as weak for him still as she’d always been, so she stuck on a brave face, ignoring the concerned looks from her parents, smiling as genuinely as she was able. It was all she could do. It was all she had left. Just a few hours of pretending that nothing was wrong, that nothing could hurt her.

“I’m going to get another drink. Do you want anything?” she said to the two girls next to her.

“No, I’m good – thanks though,” her sister said, smiling.

“I’ve still got most of this one,” Taryn said, shaking her head, “Do you want me to come with you?”

Iris shook her head too. “I think I can handle one kitchen trip by myself.”

Taryn just laughed, shrugging, leaving Iris to walk across the backyard with a practiced smile on her face. Only a couple more hours. She could do this. She could make it through. She could…

“Hey Iris.”

She froze at the familiar voice, immediately cursing her decision to come into the kitchen alone. What had she done in a past life to deserve this? Was it that much to ask for a bit of peace? Clearly it was. It wasn’t like she could ignore him, unfortunately, so she turned around with a small neutral smile on her face, staying silent.

Damn he looked good. There was no denying it, he always did.

“You look good,” Matthew murmured, offering her a smile.

He always could read her mind.

“Really?” she said coolly, raising an eyebrow.

Matthew huffed out a laugh, shrugging, making Iris roll her eyes fondly. He was never really going to change, was he? They fell into an awkward silence, Iris not sure how to escape and Matthew clearly comfortable where he stood, leaving them in an impasse.

“So.”

“So.”

Silence.

“What do you think of Ashley?”

What the hell?

She didn’t care what her name was – why the hell did he even ask that?

“You’re not serious, right? You really want me to let you know what I think of your brand-new girlfriend, after only three months apart?” Iris asked shortly, pursing her lips.

Matthew winced, rubbing the back of his neck, and let out a huffed breath. “Yeah, alright, maybe not the best way to say it, but can you really blame me for wanting your approval? You were my best friend, Iris.”

All the anger and resentment and hurt she’d been pushing down all afternoon started to bubble up through her veins all over again. Was he for real right now?

“My approval? What is wrong with you?” she snapped, full force of her glare making him take a step back, “how dare you?”

After everything they’d been through, after everything he’d put her through, this was how he treated her? Like everything they’d had meant nothing? Iris looked away from him, not wanting to let her stormy emotions get any more out of control. He didn’t have that right, to make her feel so unstable. Why would he do this? Why would he ask that?

“Iris, I’m sorry, I don’t want to fight,” Matthew said softly, eyes wide and pleading.

Iris swallowed heavily, trying to keep her composure as her anger bubbled back down, faced with the expression that still used to weaken her knees. Why did she deserve this? What had she done in a past life to still have him affecting her so?

“Yeah, right,” she ground out, “Matthew Tkachuk, not wanting to fight.”

“That’s not fair,” he said, voice and eyes full of hurt.

“What’s not fair is you parading her around in my face only 3 months after we broke up. But hey, at least you got what you wanted, Matty,” Iris said bitterly.

“What?” he asked, confused.

Iris just laughed, more than a little incredulous, and shook her head. “Don’t play dumb with me. You got the girl of your dreams, the one who is outgoing and bubbly and fits in perfectly with the other halves. The girl who dropped her whole career to answer to your every whim. The girl who matches your giant stupid ego. I know all about her, thanks to your family and mine. You got her, finally, so why are you bothering in here with me?”

“Please don’t be like that,” he said sadly, “And don’t compare yourself to Ashley. What we had was amazing…”

“Don’t,” Iris said harshly, hating how tears sprung to her eyes again.

But Matthew was undeterred. “What we had was amazing, and I will never forgive myself for letting you go without a fight, for letting us drift apart like we did. But I can’t keep holding onto something that crumbled away. I owe Ashley that much, to give it a real try.”

His words felt like a knife in her ribs, twisting sharp and painful, leaving her short of breath. He’d never forgive himself but he couldn’t keep holding on? He owed her to try? This was such a walking contradiction and it hurt her so much more than she thought it would. What was he trying to do here? What was he trying to gain?

“10 years of friendship and 18 months together, and that’s it? You owe her? We’ve been over for only three months and that’s all you have to say to me?” Iris said sharply, voice wet but still managing to crack.

A few tears spilled down her cheeks as Matthew’s face filled with anguish, but as he opened his mouth to respond, the back door opened. Taryn took one look at their faces, clearly reading the situation for exactly what it was, and pursed her lips.

“Your girlfriend is looking for you, Matty. I suggest you go find her,” Taryn said simply.

“But…”

“Go. You’re wanted outside,” Taryn said, interrupting.

You’re wanted outside.

You’re not wanted here.

Matthew inhaled sharply but took a glance at Iris’s face once more. All she could do was stay silent, watching his resolve fail as he saw how tightly her lips were pressed together, how her hands were clasped to stop them shaking, how tears were brimming in her eyes again. After a moment, Iris just shook her head, looking down at the floor, all her energy going into keeping her composure.

“I’m sorry,” Matthew murmured.

She dared to lift her head at his words, and barely stopped the whimper escaping her lips as he trailed a hand down her arm when he walked past her. The moment that the door closed behind him, Taryn moved to stand by her side, and Iris had to press her hand over her mouth to stop a sob tearing free. It was all she could do to breathe, trying to calm the raging storm inside of her. She didn’t deserve this. She didn’t deserve any of this.

“I hate that he can still do this to me. I hate that he has this much power over me,” she said shakily, wiping her cheeks dry with both hands.

“And I hate it too. He may be my brother but you deserve better than this,” Taryn sighed, “We all thought that he’d ask you…”

“Please don’t,” Iris choked, shaking her head.

Ask her…to move in with him? To marry him? That was a road she didn’t want to travel down, not anymore. She couldn’t do that to herself, not now that he’d happily moved on with a girl who clearly adored him. Not when he’d so easily pushed what they had aside.

“I’m sorry,” Taryn murmured, resting her hand on Iris’s shoulder.

Iris placed her hand on top of the younger girl’s and gave it a light squeeze. “Yeah, I’m sorry too. Not much I can do about it now though, if I don’t want to completely fall apart.”

Taryn just smiled sadly, squeezing Iris’s shoulder in return before dropping her hand back to her side.

“Do you want me to make up an excuse for you to leave? I’ll be subtle?” she offered.

Iris laughed softly – if there’s one thing Tkachuk’s were not, it was subtle. And besides, Iris’s entire family were still here and it would make much more of a scene to leave and have people asking where she was. The last thing she wanted was more attention on her stupidly broken heart. No, she could stick it out for a while longer. She had that much strength left.

“Thank you, T, but I’ll be okay. I might just stick with my sister and my mom for a bit, but he’s not going to drive me away just yet,” Iris said firmly.

“Good! The Annual Tkachuk Barbecue wouldn’t be the same without you,” Taryn said, smiling.

Iris just smiled weakly back, Taryn’s words leaving her with a sad sinking feeling. If Matthew and Ashley were the real deal, if they were going to last, then her place in the annual barbecue would be diminished to passing acquaintances, the neighbours’ kid who sometimes showed up, the one who everyone would eventually forget had a much bigger part in their family before.

Because she didn’t have that, not anymore. She didn’t have that right, to take up the space that she had done in the past. Matthew had made his choice, and it wasn’t her. They’d grown up and grown apart, and she no longer had that place by his side, under his arm, on his lap, holding his hand. No, that was taken by somebody else, somebody who had a different version of Matthew than she did, someone who didn’t know the boy he used to be and hadn’t watched him grow into the man he is now.

She didn’t have that at all.

As Iris walked back into the backyard, Taryn close by her side, she scanned the small crowd to find a friendly face to anchor herself to. Instead, she caught eyes with Matthew, his expression full of concern and regret, and her breath caught in her throat. Three months and she still couldn’t contain her heart, couldn’t stop the whirlwind of emotions inside of her. And then Ashley said something, bringing his attention back to her, laughing along with the other people around them, and their moment was over.

Iris knew she needed to be better. She knew she needed to get over him once and for all, like he was getting over her. She knew that the healing journey she had started on was still in its beginning stages, still in its baby steps. But she had to keep those steps going, keep pushing past all the pain and the heartbreak and the hurt, until she could look at him and not feel anything anymore.

But that day was not today. No, not today.

 I got the first kiss, and she’ll get the last, We each got something, the other will never have, I got the long hair, hot head, She got the cool and steady hand, I got the boy and she got the man.

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I Don’t Hate You: Chapter 3

Pairing: tasm! Peter Parker (Andrew) x Reader

Warnings: Alcohol Consumption

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Chapter 2. Chapter 4

Main Master-List

Series Master-List

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Running water echoed through the top floor of the house as Y/N washed her face, grabbing a washcloth from the side table to dry her face, as she looked back into the mirror she saw Gwen leaning in the doorway. “Did you need something?” Y/N hummed.

“Nope just waiting to brush my teeth” she answered back, moving to the side Y/N motioned for Gwen to go ahead. Stepping forward, grabbing her toothbrush. She paused her routine turning to Y/N with a slight head tilt.

“Have you ever considered a new look?” Y/N glared a bit at Gwen as she turned to face her. “I mean, seriously” Gwen started “you could have some definite potential buried under all this…” She motioned to Y/N’s person “...hostility.”

Shaking her head, Y/N went back to focusing on herself, grabbing a moisturizer that rested on the counter. “I’m not hostile, I’m annoyed.”

“Ya know, why don’t you try being nice sometimes?” Gwen moved to grab the toothpaste, smearing it along the bristles “People wouldn’t know what to think.”

Y/N shook her head applying the moisture to her face “You forget.  I don’t care what people think.

Gwen nodded the toothbrush “Yes, you do” she chuckled, starting to brush her teeth.

Causing Y/N to shake her head once more. “No I don’t.” she hummed allowing silence to fill the bathroom for a few minutes before she spoke “You don’t always have to be who they want you to be, you know.”

Finishing brushing her teeth, Gwen placed her toothbrush back into her holder “I happen to like being adored, thank you.” she leaned over grabbing a washcloth from herself, wetting it before going over her own face. 

Shaking her head, Y/N paused as her eyes focused on the necklace Gwen wore “Where’d you get the pearls?”

“They’re mom's,” Gwen hummed.

Furrowing her brows Y/N fully turned her body to face her younger sister “ And you’ve been what?... Hiding them for 3 years?” she huffed

Gwen shook her head, setting the washcloth down “No. Dad found them in a drawer last week.”

Y/N’s eyes widened “So you’re just gonna start wearing them now?”

Gwen turned to Y/N “It’s not like she’s coming back to claim them.” she turned back to the mirror, running her finger along the string “And besides, they look good on me.”

Letting out a scoff, Y/N turned away from Gwen leaving the bathroom, heading for the stairs.

Poking her head around the corner, Gwen yelled after Y/N “If you’re still going downtown, will you get me that Book from Louis?” 

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Pulling up to the storefront, Y/N rummaged around her car before grabbing her bag and dashing inside the shop looking around for the books she needed, and the one Gwen asked for. 

The trip inside took maybe ten minutes tops, maybe less but by the time she exited the store. There was Peter leaning against the hood on the driver's side. “Nice car, sweet vintage… take a lot to keep it in shape?” he asked with a smile.

“Are you following me?” she huffed crossing her arms “Because if you are, you should know that my dad is captain at the NYPD” 

Peter shook his head “Nope” popping the ‘p’ before he continued “I was just over at the laundromat when I saw your car” he motioned to the building across the street “Figured I’d come and say hi”

“Well, how charming” she paid no attention to him as she spoke. Making her way to open the driver door

He raised his brow at her “You’re not much of a talker are you?” 

“Depends on the topic.” she turned to put the book bag behind her seat “My car doesn't really whip me into a word vomit mood.”

Leaning against her open winder he smiled “You’re not afraid of me, are you?” she looked at him confused “Most people are” he explained 

“Why should I be afraid?” 

He just nodded “Well, maybe you’re not afraid of me.” he smirked “But I’m sure you’ve thought about me naked, huh?” he winked.

Y/N rolled her eyes “Am I that transparent?” she turned to him “I want you, I need you. Oh baby, oh baby.” she said sarcastically moving her car out of park and into reverse. But just as she was about to pull out of the parking spot, a car pulled up right behind her blocking her exit.

“What the fuck?” she leaned out the window looking behind her, seeing Flash leave the car. “Last I checked its not national asshole day Thompson!” she yelled before motioning back to his car “Do you mind?!”

He smiled paying no attention to her “Not at all” he hummed walking into the store.

Groaning, Y/N paused and glanced between the car and the store before letting her foot off the break and stepping on the gas. Reversing into Flash's car.

Running out after hearing the commotion, Flash’s eyes widened seeing his car “YOU BITCH” he yelled,

Y/N hummed making an over dramatic sad face “Whoops” before it turned to a smile.

As Flash freaked out over his car, Peter watched with a smile on his face, laughing.

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“Whoops!” George yelled at Y/N who sat on the couch “Y/N I understand you disagree with a lot of people and that you don’t like a lot of people but my insurance does not cover PMS!” 

“Well, then tell them I had a seizure.” she looked over to George who was now covering his face as he paced.

“Is this about UCLA and MIT? Are you punishing me because I want you to stay close to home?”

Y/N crossed her arms “Aren’t you punishing me because mom left?”

George scoffed “You think you could leave her out of this?” he turned to her.

Y/N tilted her head slightly “Fine. Then stop making my decisions for me.”

“I’m your father, that's my right.” he crossed his arms right back.

Y/N shrugged “So what I want doesn't matter?”

“You're eighteen. You don't know what you want.” he motioned to her “And you won't know what you want until you're forty-five. And if you get it, you’ll be too old to use it.”

Y/N stood from her spot “I want to go to an West Coast school! I want you to trust me to make my own choices. And I want you to stop trying to control my life just because you can’t control yours!” she shouted 

“Yeah well I want-” George paused as his phone went off. Taking it out of his pocket he looked over it before pointing to Y/N “We’ll continue this later!” he walked off.

The front door slammed open as Gwen approached Y/N “Did you just maim Flash’s car?” she demanded.

Roiling her eyes she nodded “Yeah.  Looks like you’re gonna have to take the bus.” as she walked away

“Has the fact that you’re completely psycho managed to escape your attention?” Gwen yelled after her.

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The next day, walking up to Peter, slamming his locker door shut. Flash huffed “When I shell out fifty, I expect results Parker.”

Peter nodded as if to say ‘I know’ with wide eyes “Yeah, I'm on it.”

Flash pointed at Peter “Watching the bitch violate my car doesn't count as a date.” Poking his chest “If you don’t get any, I don’t get any. So let’s go get some.” he started to walk up before Peter called after him.

“I just upped my price,” he yelled. Causing Flash to turn,

“What?”

Peter crossed his arms “A hundred bucks a date…” he hummed “In advance.” he quickly added.

Flash shook his head “Forget it.”

“Forget her sister, then.” Peter deadpanned.

Thinking for a moment, Flash groaned pulling out his wallet handing over two fifties to Peter “You better hope you're as smooth as you think you are, Parker”

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Walking through the park, Ned and Harry nervously looked around for Peter. Pausing in his tracks Harry hit Ned on the chest before pointing over to where Peter stood taking photos of the settings around him.

Stopping a few feet away Harry shoved Ned towards Peter “Go”

Ned stopped, planting his feet in the ground before hitting Harry’s shoulder “You go!” He pushed Harry back a few steps. 

Groaning Harry nodded “Fine” as he walked over to Peter with Ned trailing behind. Upon approaching Peter his mouth opened but no words came out before he decided on his words “We know what you’re trying to do, with Y/N Stacy” causing Peter to turn to them, lowering his camera.

“Is that right?” he smirked “And what do you plan to do about it?” he hummed

Harry crossed his arms “Help you out.”

“And why’s that?” Peter cocked his brow.

Ned stepped forward “The situation is, my boy Harry here has a major bone for Gwen Stacy.”

Peter shrugged his shoulders “What is it with this chick? She have beer flavored tits, with cherry flavored nips”

“Hey!” Harry started for Peter but Ned placed a hand on his shoulder to stop him.

“Listen!” He started “I think I speak correctly when I say that Harry’s love is pure.” Ned placed a hand over his heart “Purer than say….. Flash Thompsons?”

Peter shook his head “Look, I'm in on this for the cash. Flash can stick it in whoever he wants”

Harry started to Peter again as Ned held him back “Okay, there will be no sticking anything in anything!”

Shoving Harry back Ned turned back to Peter “Peter… Pete… Let me explain something to you, we set this whole thing up so Harry can get the girl” he motioned to Harry. “Flash is just a pawn.”

Peter raised his brow “So you two are gonna help me tame the wild beast”

Ned grinned, nodded “We’ll do some research.  We’ll find out what she likes.  We are your guys.”

“And he means that in a strictly non-prison-movie type of way.” Harry added

Ned clapped his hand on Peter’s shoulder “Let’s start here.” He produced a flier “Now, Friday night. Johnny Jameson is having a party, it’s the perfect opportunity.” Ned hummed

“For?” Peter raised his brow.

Ned rolled his eyes “For you to take out Y/N.”

Peter just nodded, “I‘ll think about it.” walking away from them.

Turning to Ned, Harry took the flier from him “I saw this, I thought it was a wine and cheese party”

Ned nodded smirking “Oh it is” Harry furrowed his brows “Then ho-” he paused seeing Ned’s face “Ahhh” as realization hit him.

“Just a little payback to Johnny… This is gonna be some party” Ned chuckled.

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Standing next to Gwen’s locker, Flash held up two photos. “Now” he started “Which is better?” He showed Gwen two exact same photos, the only difference, the shirt in one was white and the shirt in the other was black.

Letting out a hum as she looked over the photos she bit the inside of her cheek before she spoke “Um, I think I like the white shirt better.”

Flash looked down at it nodding “Yeah… it’s more-”

“Pensive?” Gwen cut him off.

“Damn.  I was going for thoughtful…” he trailed off “It’s for the yearbook spread” gwen just nodded before Flash continued “So, you going to Johnny Jamesons thing Friday night?”

Gwen hummed, nodding “Yeah, I might.”

Flash smirked “Good, 'cause, you know, I'm not gonna bother if you won't be there.” he chuckled before walking off.

A dorky smile adorning her face, Gwen closed her locker before making her way to the library. Looking around for a few moments before spotting Harry she walked over taking her spot next to him. 

“So have you heard about Johnny Jameson’s party?” Harry started when Gwen sat down.

Gwen nodded scoffing “Yes. And I really, really, really wanna go, but I can't.” she crossed her arms leaning back into the chair “Not unless my sister goes.”

“Yeah I know.” Harry hummed “I'm workin' on that. But so far she’s not goin’ for my guy…. She's not a-” he started before Gwen interrupted 

“Nerd fan?  No. I found a picture of Jared Leto in her drawer once, so I'm pretty sure she's not a full lesbian…. She could be hiding possible bisexual tendencies though” she hummed.

Harry raised his eyebrow “Okay. So that's the kind of guy she likes? Pretty guys?”

Gwen shrugged “I don’t know. All I've ever heard her say is that she'd die before dating a guy that smokes.”

Harry nodded “Okay. All right. What else?”

Gwen’s eyes widened “You’re asking me to investigate the inner workings of my sister’s twisted mind?” She shook her head “I don’t think so.”

Harry sighed “Well nothing else has worked.”

Gwen thought for a moment “I think I know what we could do” she hummed. Leading Harry back to her house, she pulled him inside and up the stairs.

“Isn’t Y/N or your dad home?!” he looked around nervously.

Gwen shook her head bringing him into Y/N’s room “Dad works late tonight, and Y/N is at the library”

Ruffling through the papers on Y/N’s desk, Gwen handed a few loose sheets to Harry every once and a while. “Class schedule, reading list, date book…” she read as she handed pff the papers, “coffee receites, um….concert tickets.” She walked over to Y/N dresser pulling out a drawer. 

Looking over the papers in his hands Harry looked over to Gwen for a moment “Isn’t this a little…… a little too-”

“Do you wanna be able to go on a date with me Harry?” Gwen glanced over to him, watching as he nodded “Then this is necessary” she hummed before pulling something out from the dresser “Ah ha! Black panties!”

Harry raised his eyebrow “What does that tell us?”

“She wants to have sex some day, that’s what.” she looked over to Harry before putting the panties back.

“Well…” Harry started “She could just like the color…” he trailed off.

Gwen stared back at him, crossing her arms “You don’t buy black lingerie unless you want someone to see it.”

Harry just nodded pondering over the current question in his head out loud “Oh. So… uh… can I see your room?”

Gwen paused her actions looking down “No.” she hummed looking over to Harry as she set down the things in her hands “A girl’s room is very personal.”

Harry’s brows raised “oh”

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Walking up to the house, Ned and Harry looked between each other before Harry leaned forward knocking on the door. As they waited they heard rustling on the inside before the door opened, revealing Peter who leaned against the door frame with a beer in hand. “What?”

“Some insight into Y/N” Harry hummed as Ned leaned over to Peter,

“Should you be drinking alcohol when you don't have a liver?” Causing Peter’s eyes to widen as he looked at Ned.

“What!?”

“Nothing! Never mind!” Ned redirected Peter’s attention to Harry

Harry looked over a few sheets of paper that rested in his hands “One. She hates smokers, you don’t smoke do you?” 

Peter hummed “I smoke a little weed every now and then” he paused “Are you telling me I’m an over-all non-smoker?” “Just for right now” Ned reassured him.

“And there’s another problem.” Harry bit the inside of his cheek “Gwen said that Y/N likes… pretty guys.”

At this, Harry and Ned were met with a steady silence that lasted a few minutes till Peter finally spoke “Are you telling me I’m not a pretty guy?” he asked, a little offended.

“OH no, He's very pretty! You’re a gorgeous guy.” Ned was quick to jump.

Harry shrugged “I’m sorry, I didn’t know….wasn’t sure” he mumbled before handing the sheet of paper over to Peter pointing to one “Alright.  Okay -- Likes:  Thai food, feminist prose, and "angry, girl music of the indie-rock persuasion" He pointed to another sheet “Here’s a list of CDs that she has in her room.”

Quickly reading over the lists, Peter eyed Ned and Harry “So I'm supposed to buy her some noodles and a book and sit around listening to some weird bands that I don’t know?”

The two nodded before Ned spoke “Have you ever been to The Black Cat Club? Because her favorite band is playing there tomorrow night.”

Peter immediately shook his head “I can’t be seen at The Black Cat Club, alright?”

“But she’ll be there. She’s got tickets.” Ned crossed his arms “Just assail your ears for one night.”

“She has a pair of black underwear, if that helps” Harry quickly added 

Ned nudged Peter with a wink “It couldn’t hurt right?!”

Rolling his eyes, Peter looked between the pair before sighing “Fine.” he spoke through his teeth.

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“Once upon a time we used to be friends.” (Pt. 5)

You (Y/N) and Harry used to be friends during the first few years of high school. Then the reality of it hit. Now it’s your senior year and at a party you both finally reconnect.

You can read Pt. 1 here!

You can catch up with Pt. 2 here!

Pt. 3 is here!

Now you can read Pt. 4 here!

Warnings

- swearing

A/N: I know I say this a lot, but this is definitely going to be my last post for a while! Anyways, enjoy! :)

~*🌸*~

What were the rules again? Harry’s car was pulling up, and it was pulling up fast. You check your phone for the time: 6:35 A.M. You ignore the fact that they’re late and wipe your now sweaty palms on your jeans. As Harry pulls over in front of you, convertible down, you can see that Niall and Louis have hitched a ride once again.

“Morning love!” Louis says with a small wave. He has something in his other hand, but you can’t tell what it is.

“Hey,” you say as you climb into the backseat next to him. You now look to find Louis holding out a cup to you.

“Are you awake yet? I hope not, because we got you coffee.”

You were totally in awe as you finish buckling your seatbelt and set your backpack down on the floor.

“Thank you! But… what’s the occasion?”

He laughs as his blue eyes gives you a perplexed look.

“I didn’t know we needed an occasion to give a lad a coffee! I mean, s’what friends are for, yeah?”

“Oh,” is all you could muster (a small smile on your face, though). Harry stares off into the distance in his mirror, but you seemed to have sparked a reaction from Niall, who gives you a bit of a sad look while Louis looks at you with even more confusion than he had before. Clearing your throat, you nod and take a sip before giving him a grin.

“It tastes great, Louis. Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me, love,” he interjects. “I wouldn’t have been able to get it if Harry didn’t tell me how you liked it.”

Harry still knew your coffee order?

You smirk. “Medium black coffee—”

“With two cream and three sugars,” Harry suddenly interrupts with a sigh, shifting from park to drive. “Now are we ready?”

“Yeah,” you say. “Sorry.”

You whip out your phone and open Instagram, scrolling through it to shut yourself up. You don’t notice all the boys exchange confused glances as Harry starts the drive to school.

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“Who’s the coffee from?” is the first thing Ellie says to you when you meet to walk to your next period class. You shrug and take a sip.

“My… friends.”

“You have other friends?” Sarah asks, making her way next to you. That comment makes you roll your eyes.

“Of course I do,” you laugh.

But no one else is laughing, which makes you a little but uneasy. Was Sarah not joking? You need to change the subject. Now.

“Where’s Bella?”

“Where do you think?” Ellie grumbles.

“Oh, right. At Jason’s.”

And just like that, Ellie and Sarah are back to tapping on their phones. You take one last sip of your coffee, which puts a smile on your face. S’what friends are for, yeah? you can hear Louis say again. You glance behind you at your two friends. When was the last time they had gotten you coffee? Hell, when was the last time they’d done anything for you except give you a ride to a party they wanted to go to or share the latest gossip that you couldn’t give a shit about? They didn’t even want to give you a ride to school when you desperately needed one. It was always the same thing over and over: being told to ‘fuck off’ in 25 different ways or never getting the respect you deserved. You didn’t even want to go to that stupid party for midterms, but Ellie said you would be a pussy if you didn’t go. So you did. And now you were kind of tired of constantly needing their validation. So you figure, a simple test would help you decide if you ditched them for good.

“Hey, El?”

“Yeah, Y/N?” she says, not looking up from her phone.

“I need like, $3 so I can buy a Cinnabon from the vending machine. I totally forgot to have breakfast today. Can I have some money please?” you beg. It was technically the truth: you really didn’t have breakfast, so naturally you were starving. Now came the test: any good friend would say sure or politely decline if they didn’t have enough. You hoped that would be the case now.

“Bitch, do i look like a bank?” Ellie scoffs. “It’s not my fault you didn’t have breakfast.”

“Please, El—”

“Make breakfast next time.”

And then she’s back to tapping on her phone. You turn to Sarah. You know she heard everything, as she was walking right next to you both the whole time.

“Sarah? Please?”

“Don’t you bring your own money?”

“I… left my wallet at home.”

“Sorry then, Y/N,” Sarah shrugs, not looking up from her phone.

Wow. You expected the outcome to be bad, but nothing like this. Your fists clench, tears swelling in your eyes. All your feelings are going to burst. As you purse your lips, you finally decide to let them.

“Seriously guys?” you begin.

“What?” El sneers, dumbfounded.

“Really, Ellie? You’re confused? Well let me break it down for you then!”

You’re seething. There’s no stopping you now.

“All I do is ask you for a couple of bucks, and it’s a problem. ‘Oh, make your own breakfast’. You know damn well I would buy you something in a heartbeat. You know damn well that if you needed a ride I would give you one no problem. In fact, I have several times — when you were too fucking drunk to drive!”

She turns off her phone and folds her arms now, glaring at you. Sarah scoffs and stands next to Ellie as a way of support for her. As if that’s supposed to scare you.

“You almost got me into trouble for me letting you copy off of me!”

You’re careful with your wording and you don’t specify, as you notice a small crowd start to form around you.

“I don’t do that for anyone, but I did it for you. I could’ve gotten suspended, expelled even. And you don’t even care! You don’t care at all!” you laugh, now turning to Sarah. “And you! You find some way to insult me and you think by adding girlie after it it makes it any less insulting. News flash: it doesn’t! And Ellie, you find however many ways to call me a bitch and tell me to fuck off like it’s some sort of game. ‘Oh, let’s see how many times we can call Y/N a bitch! How can I tell her to fuck off today?’. Is that how it works for you?”

You take a tiny step closer. You don’t want anyone to think you’re ready to fight Ellie, because you really don’t want to. She’s scowling at you, but you stare at her dead in the eyes and keep going.

“And that sick, little prank you played on me sophomore year? I didn’t forget. I didn’t forget how stupid you made me feel. How my date never existed in the first place because you guys gave me a fake number and ghosted me. And then, for whatever twisted reason you felt the need to point it out in front of everyone because you knew how humiliated I would be.”

You take a bit of a shaky breath. “And all that shit you made me say about my friends—”

“You mean your little boyfriend? Your boy-toy, your situation-ship, your whatever the hell you call it?”

You want to scream Fuck you! at Ellie and hang her out to dry. You want to so bad and wipe that smug look off of her face. You really do, but you’ve known her a decent amount of time to know that that’s exactly what she wants from you: a reaction. That’s how she and Bella humiliated you at the sophomore homecoming. Needless to say it wasn’t going to happen again.

Still fuming, all you do is glare at her and through gritted teeth you mutter, “I’m done.”

“Good,” she replies. “You were always a fucking bore anyway.”

“I’d rather be a bore than an asshole. Something I learned a little too well from being around you guys.”

Without another word, you rush towards the staircase and start to head to the library to cool off. You block out Ellie’s cursing, block out Sarah’s screeching voice. You don’t want to listen to the kids screaming “Fight!” anymore and you’re sure by now that at least 75% of the school knows what just went down. You’re in the hallway right outside the library. It’s quieter down here, with only one or two stragglers in the hall. Just then, you hear rushed footsteps from behind you.

“Y/N!” a voice calls out.

You turn around to find a blonde head of hair make its way over to you.

“Niall? What… what are you doing down here?”

He chuckles softly. “I’m here to make sure you’re okay. Are you okay? I, uh, saw what happened up there…”

You nod and sigh. Maybe it was a mistake doing that. But instead you respond with, “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“So what finally made y’change your mind about them, if you don’t mind me asking?”

You decide to give the obvious answer.

“I stopped being stupid, Niall. And after you guys got me that coffee this morning it really opened my eyes.”

“Well that is the point of caffeine. Keeps ya awake,” he winks. You laugh with a sniffle.

“Hardy-har.”

You pull out your phone and check the time: 2:04 P.M.

Suddenly, a photograph falls out of your phone case. You realize that it’s the Photo-booth photo of you and Harry from last night and you scramble to try and get it, but Niall has beaten you to it.

“What’s this?”

“Nothing!” you quickly spit out.

Niall smirks and you instantly feel defeated.

“It’s not what you’re thinking, Niall, I swear! I put it there to remind myself — It’s just… he’s the reason I even started questioning my friendship with Ellie and Sarah and all of them. ‘Cause he was right: they weren’t really my friends, but I was so desperate to keep wanting to be theirs that i forgot about the ones I had…”

Tears begin to sting your eyes again as you grab the picture from him. “And the one I lost.”

Niall opens his arms and you go in for a hug, resting your head on his shoulder. The gesture was so nice and you couldn’t believe you traded this in for some plastics. This was what genuine friendship was supposed to be: comfort when you were sad, aid whenever you needed help, jokes for whenever you needed a good laugh… Niall was a better friend than you could ever ask for. Giving him one last pat on the back, you break away from the hug and wipe your eyes with a knuckle from your hand. Then you sigh.

“Listen Niall. I don’t need a ride today, alright? Can you tell Harry that for me? We aren’t exactly on talking terms right now.”

“Y/N, no—”

“Look, if it makes you feel better, you guys can give me a ride in the morning. Until then, I just want to be alone,” you say softly. Reluctantly, Niall nods and grips the straps on his backpack.

“Bye, Y/N,” he says, smiling sadly. “Text me if you need anything. Hopefully tomorrow is a better day for you, lad.”

As you waved goodbye to him, you really hoped it would be to.

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Somethin' Bad - Part 10

Author's Note: A shorter chapter this go round. Thank you so much for the kudos and the follows - I really appreciate it! This chapter is a lot of fluff, mainly because I've been reading Hazle's amazing "the bottom of the well" fic. It is so good, and so dark, and so, SO GOOD! If you haven't read it, I highly recommend it - just make sure to read the tags. Thanks for reading!

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Laughter was the last thing Travis expected to hear when he finally returned the the station. He followed the sound to his office, recognizing Kaylee’s laugh immediately, but refusing to believe it was her.

It had been so long since anyone in his family had really laughed about anything.

Sitting in his desk chair was Annabelle, freshly washed and dressed, her hair pulled back into a tight French braid. In an adjacent rolling chair was Kaylee, a pretty scarf wrapped around her neck, and a big grin plastered across her face. “But if you had to choose just one?” Kaylee asked.

“Oh, no, don’t ask me that! It’s too hard a choice,” Annabelle said, then paused. “But Scotland, probably. It’s absolutely stunning. Everything about it was amazing.”

“What about Australia?”

“You know,” Annabelle paused, her brow furrowing. “I’ve never been. I hear it’s lovely, though.” Her eyes flickered up catching Travis’ form in the door, and she smiled. “Hey! We were beginning to worry.”

Her smile seemed genuine, but Travis didn’t believe for one second she was being honest. Her acting skills with Frank were just too convincing.

Six years, barely a visitor. She shows up and everyone wants to stop by, he mentally groused.

“Uncle Travis!” Kaylee bounded over to him beaming ear from ear. “I had no idea you had a girlfriend! I love her! Does Dad know? Is she staying? Can we - ,” Kaylee’s excitement was contagious, and despite Travis’ irritation, he smiled warmly down at his niece.

“Sounds like you’ve been having a nice time,” he said, glancing over to Annabelle who smiled, shrugging as if to say, “What did you expect me to do?”

“Alice has been everywhere! Absolutely everywhere!”

Travis inclined his head towards Annabelle, flashing her a secret smile of his own. “That’s what I’ve heard.” Annabelle’s brow furrowed, confused, but Travis had already turned his attention back to Kaylee. “Listen, Kaylee, your dad doesn’t know about… Alice… and neither does anyone else. And I kinda want to keep it that way.”

His niece pouted. “But why? I’m so happy for you, and I know Dad would be, too.”

“Yes, he probably would be,” Travis admitted, struggling to look Kaylee in the eye when she pouted like that. “But I don’t think the rest of the family would agree.”

“Oh? Oh.” A look of understanding crossed her face, and she nodded. Kaylee had once asked him why he’d never married, why he never wanted to be set up, and one day Chris sat her down and explained the whole story. Kaylee had never broached the subject since.

But now…

Now Annabelle was perched at his desk, legs crossed, looking like a vision in a long flannel shirt – HIS long flannel shirt. She’d obviously found his makeshift apartment upstairs, and had helped herself to his things. She was wearing a dark red and black flannel over a crisp white undershirt with black leggings, and a thick pair of white socks. “Hope you don’t mind, but I borrowed your shirt,” she said, an eyebrow raised suggestively, her voice just slightly flirtatious.

For show, he reminded himself, trying not to get too excited. Just for show.

But in all honesty, Travis didn’t mind in the least; she certainly looked better in it then he did. Travis did worry he looked exactly how he felt: like a starving man placed before an all you can eat buffet.

“I see you made yourself at home.” His voice was dry and raspy, and it made Annabelle’s smile widen.

“It’s not home without you,” she said, standing up and walking over to him. “Kaylee has been keeping me company, though. Well, her and Louis L’Amour.” She held up a well worn paperback, and Travis flushed. Shit. She’d gone through everything. What else had she found? “What’s in the bag?”

Annabelle motioned to the white bag in his hand, and Travis blinked. He’d completely forgotten; in one hand was a carry out drink container with two large coffees, and a sweet sugary smell drifted up from the white bag. “Oh, this?” He asked, lifting the bag. “Just a treat for my favorite girl,” he grinned, laying it on thick. “Your favorite thing in the world: coffee, two sugars, cream, and fresh apple fritters.”

Annabelle froze, looking from the bag to him, stunned into silence. Her smile faltered, and his grew. “You heard?” Her voice was so soft, almost a whisper.

“Every word, darling.” His smile never faltered.

“And this,” she stepped forward, brow furrowed just a touch as she worked it all out. “… this is how you tell me?”

Travis wasn’t really sure what he had expected when he showed up with her self-professed favorite indulgence, but it certainly wasn’t tears. Annabelle’s dark brown eyes were shimmering with them, and a knot began to twist in Travis’ stomach.

“This is the nicest thing… ,” Annabelle began, and her voice cracked.

“Are you okay, Alice?” Kaylee asked, completely confused.

Annabelle nodded, trying to gain her composure. “No one’s done anything this nice for me… in a really long time,” she finally managed, her voice choked with tears. She laughed, shaking her head, and looked up at Travis with genuine appreciation. “Thank you, Travis.”

She thinks I did it to be nice, he thought, stunned. He’d done it as revenge; a way to get back for the kiss, or any number of things she’d done to toy with him, but that was not how she’d received it.

He did not know how he felt about that.

Annabelle excused herself, heading to the bathroom to gain her composure. Kaylee nudged him with her shoulder, smiling up at him as if this was the best thing he had ever done. “Good job, Uncle T!”

“That’s a good response?” Travis asked, deeply confused.

Kaylee nodded. “Shows you were being thoughtful and listening to her. Women like that.” She smiled.

“Are you okay?” He asked, motioning to the scarf, and she nodded.

“Yeah. It’ll heal quickly, but I didn’t want the questions. Just in case…” she trailed off, starring at her shoes. “Is he okay?”

Travis sighed. Only Kaylee. “He’s guilt ridden. I’m still working on the details, but I agree with you and your dad – he didn’t intentionally hurt you.” He paused. “But he stays here until we’ve fixed this.”

Kaylee nodded. “We will fix it, won’t we, Uncle Travis?” She looked up at him with her big, doe like eyes, and he felt the knot in his stomach grow again.

“Yes, Kaylee,” he said, not knowing what else he could say at this point. “We will.”

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From 2010- The End Of The X-Factor Journey

2010

Part 6

We stand side by side, Simon stood behind his with his hands on Liam and Zayns shoulders

“Ok here it goes. The public have voted and I’m about to reveal the 2 acts that have received the most votes and will go head to head. Good luck to everyone. In no particular order the first act through the next stage of the final, is…. Matt” Harry takes my hand in his and gives it a squeeze “the next act still in the final is…. Rebecca” and with that we come 3rd. We head over to Matt and Rebecca to hug them both and congratulate them when Dermot asks for us to come back “guys I can see by your faces that your gutted, but how’s this experience been for you? What are the highlights”

“It’s been absolutely incredible. The highlight for me was when we first sang together with YN and you know what we’ve worked hard and done our absolute best” Louis says into the mic

“Zayn, what’s going to happen with One Direction?”

“Errr we’re definitely going to stay together, this isn’t the last of One Direction”

And Zayn was right, because that night Simon offended us a record deal with Syco even though we didn’t win. Obviously we said yes, excited to work on an album together.

The following day I arrive back home in Shrewsbury. Shutting the taxi door behind me my front door opens and out runs Emma. I run over to her and hug her tightly

“I missed you”

“Missed you too” we stay like that for a few more seconds before she helps me with my bags and we walk into the house together

“Dad!” I run over to him and hug him

“Well done. You did do well”

“Thank you” I pull away and look around the room “where’s James?” I ask frowning

“He said he’ll be here later” Emma says “so tell us are you going to make music with the boys?”

“I don’t know how much I can say, but yes. We are going to be making music. Just hope it does well”

“I’m sure it will. Now let’s get some food into you, you’ve gotta be hungry”

“Starving!” I yell laughing.

“Hi guys” I smile waving at the screen in front of me with my dog sat on my lap

“When are you coming?” Liam asks sat in a hotel room with the others. Simon asked us to start writing in America and so they all got a flight 2 days ago, but mine got cancelled

“Me and dad are getting a flight in 2 days”

“Simon wants us to start writing as soon as we can” Zayn says

“I know. Why don’t we throw around some ideas now?” my bedroom door opens and my dad brings me over a cup of tea “thank you”

“We may as well” Niall shrugs

“I have a few notes in my book hang on. Cookie down” I tell my dog, but as soon as she’s on the floor she starts whining

“Cookie is so needy” Harry laughs

“Like you?” Liam chuckles. I roll my eyes and open my suit case and rummage around for my note book

“Hey I’m not needy”

“I beg to differ” I say “YN can you play with my hair? I want a hug” I laugh walking back to my bed and sitting down. Cookie jumps back into my lap

“Hey havin’ someone play with ya hair is very relaxing”

“I’m not saying it isn’t, but I seem to be doing it every time we’re together. Any way let’s get to writing some lyrics”

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Loves of my life, Part 2, Part 1 below.

February 3rd, 2018

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It was Harry's birthday party, I had already been planning this for months. It's going to be at our home in London. Harry, Louis, and I flew in the night before while Louis and I were making sure everything was perfect, Harry was visiting his family.

"You outdone yourself, love." Louis said while looking at the Harry shaped cake.

I giggled while he came behind me putting his arms around my waist and his head in the crook of my neck.

"His birthday needs to be perfect, He's turning 24." I said whilst Louis started kissing my neck. "It's going to be perfect, you've been planning for so long, don't stress it."

I nodded and faced him to kiss him. He kissed back, when it started to get heated I stopped. Louis frowned, I ran my hand through his hair.

"How's Freddie?" I asked with a smile. He smiled too, he loves his son. "He's good, he's back in LA at the minute."

I nodded with a smile painting my face.

"Come on, let's go get ready." I said and grabbed his hand and lead him upstairs with me to Harry and I's bedroom.

"I don't have a wardrobe." He said with a hint of attitude. I rolled my eyes at him, "Use Harry's dummy."

He opened Harry's closet and found himself a black T-shirt and black jeans.

I grabbed my tight fitted emerald dress. Louis decided to lay on the bed and watch television.

I went into the bathroom and did my makeup to match my dress a bit and straightened my hair, once I was done I put on my diamond necklace Harry gave me and the dress with 2 inch black heels. I felt confident.

When I walked out of the bathroom, Louis' head snapped to me.

"You look hot, I could just bend you over right here right now." He said.

I smiled, "Thank you." I walked over and gave him a peck on the lips, Harry walked into the room.

"Oh I came just in time!" He said while locking the door and running to us.

He kissed me, then Louis joined us. "You guys both look great, what do you guys think about telling everyone about our relationship tonight?" Harry asked.

"I mean, I'm okay with that, It's up to Louis." I smiled to them.

"Yeah, let's do it." Louis said with an uncertain look on his face. "Great!" Harry said before he pecked my lips then Louis'. He went into the bathroom to get ready.

"Are you sure you're ready? You don't have to if you're not sure." I said to Louis.

He shook his head. "I'm just nervous that's all, I'm ready."

I smiled and hugged him.

"I'll go greet the guests." He nodded, I left the room and walked down the stairs to see Harry's mom and sister first.

"Anne! Gemma!" I said with a grin, coming down the stairs. They had gifts in their hands.

I grabbed the gifts from them and brought them to the gift table.

"It's so great to see you both!" I said whilst hugging Anne.

"It's great to see you Y/N!" Gemma said once I made my way to hug her. Anne smiled and looked at Gemma and I.

"My two beautiful daughters even though one technically isn't mine." She said with a teary eye. "Aww, I love you Anne." I said while hugging her again, tighter this time.

"So beautiful you look!" She said while wiping her eyes. "Thank you so much, I tried."

More people started to come in and Gemma went to go greet them. "So Y/N, tell me the details about you and Harry, how are you guys?" She asked.

"We've never been better! We're really on another level lately." I said.

She smiled and watched Harry and Louis walk down the stairs. "Boys!" She said and ran to hug them. I was alone now, I went to the bar and grabbed a scotch on the rocks.

I saw Harry hugging friends and family. I smiled at him. He smiled back, Louis walked towards me.

"So many people." He said while taking a sip from my drink.

"That's mine, daddy." I whispered the last word in his ear. He looked at me with a face I couldn't even describe, it was just hot.

I grabbed my drink back and finished it.

Hours had passed I decided it was time to sing to Harry. I grabbed the cake from the fridge and lit the candles, well Louis lit them.

I called everyone to sing to Harry, he ran over to me. He was very obviously drinking.

"Okay , one , two , three." Everyone started singing happy birthday and Harry looked happy looking around at everyone. He looked at me and Louis and nodded.

Once everyone was done singing he blew out his candles.

"I have an announcement to make!" Harry yelled.  Louis' eyes widened a little bit as well as mine, we both didn't think he was really gonna do this.

"Everyone here knows Y/N and I have been together for a while!" Harry said, someone people hyped him up and said "Yeah!" He smiled.

"Well, Y/N and I were and are one of the most healthy couples ever! We've only argued two times! He yelled." I shook my head while laughing a little bit.

"Well, now it's not just me and Y/N. It's Louis, Y/N, and I!" He said and the room got quiet.

"That's right family and friends! Louis and I are bisexual. We all really like each other." He said.

It was still silent. Harry went and hugged both Me and Louis. Then everyone started cheering for him coming out.

"Yeah! Harry!" Many people yelled. I smiled and kissed his cheek.

We cut into the Harry cake and served everyone we could. I grabbed my slice and put it in Harry's face.

"Y/N!" He said while laughing. I laughed and kissed him, Louis joined the kissing.

I saw Louis try to help Harry get the cake off, he looked so happy to be in this relationship. I wanted to get them both into bed as soon as possible.

If it wasn't Harry's birthday party it would've been happening right in that moment.

"You guys are my everything." I said before kissing them.

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