#please somebody take this idea i can't focus on it right now but i need it to exist so badly.

[lazuliquetzal]

somebody else write this fic for me please i'm begging

Laufey can’t remember a time before Thor. Logically, she knows that she had a life—a normal life, even. One where she laughed with her friends and spent time with her family and had all the petty, beautiful conflict that could only occur in times of peace. 

She can't remember it, though. After Odin betrayed the Jötnar, and after Thor—she had to lock away those idyllic memories for her own safety and sanity. If she thought too long about it, she would cry, and if she cried, she would die. 

There were once thousands of them, then hundreds, and then a handful. She wishes she could say it was because they were able to escape, but in reality, it was because she was too slow to save them: for who could outrace a lightning strike?

Twelve years into the slaughter, Odin breached the gates of Jötunheim. She’s still not sure how he did it—maybe Týr cracked under the torture, maybe Mimir deduced a solution to save his own skin, or maybe Odin figured it out on his own. Regardless, he found a crack, and he sent the storm inside. 

To her shame, Laufey was not there. But she dreamed of it. She felt the fire blistering her skin, and she choked on the ash of the Ironwood, the one safe place they had left, and when she jerked out of sleep, it was too late. She laid there, on her cot, staring at the sky, and realized that the only thing left she could claim was vengeance. 

Months later, worn and weary, she washed up on the shores of a decimated land. The few remaining locals were frightened to see her, and they were even more frightened when she finally was able to communicate her request. Still, they pointed her to an abandoned temple, more rubble than sanctuary. It was exactly as Týr described, if significantly more run down than in his stories. 

There, Laufey lit a fire, slit her palm, and let her blood drip into the flames. The smoke rose up, choking out the sky, and Laufey knelt down to pray to a foreign god. 

“I seek the Ghost of Sparta,” she said, into the quiet. “I need to slay a pantheon.”

#god of war #faye god of war #kratos #please somebody take this idea i can't focus on it right now but i need it to exist so badly. #i wanna see them go fucking ham #lazuli writes

[bleedingintogold]

Hi! I love your writing! Instant follow with the leader and blanket one.

Writing prompt: Retired leader being comforted by his wife from ptsd nightmare

Please?

Thank you for the prompt idea! Honestly, this was a great way to get out of the stump I was in, and I hope it's what you're looking for!

This takes place in a further future of an original character of mine.

Rex heard the sound of the gun going off before he saw Connor's body hit the ground. He tries to get to his fallen teammate before someone else pulls him away. Somebody is shouting orders but all Rex can hear is Connor's heartbeat in his ears, which should be impossible. He only gets a second where Connor's eyes meet his, pleading him for help as he chokes on the blood collecting in his throat and falls to the ground.

The next second, Rex finds himself running. There's something heavy on his back. A person? He doesn't know where he's running but he's following someone in front of him.

Rex blinks and he's on the ground and everything hurts. He tries to look for something, he doesn't even know what he's looking for but it's something he knows it's something he needs. Smoke is covering his vision and he can't see in front of him. But then he finds it.

Under his fingers, wet and sticky and sickeningly warm is a hand that isn't his. A hand that isn't attached to an arm.

Suddenly the smoke clears and hands are covering his face, suffocating him. He pushes against the hands, clawing at them to let him go but they only wrap tighter on his face. He feels more fingers around his throat, not letting him get a single breath in. Rex feels the black out coming as his body loses strength.

"Rex!"

The man startles awake, hitting his head against the headboard. His vision becomes starry as he rubs his eyes, trying to make it go away quicker because he can't see, and his team needs him and he-

"Shit, Rex!"

The retired captain had sent a punch that only hit air. Someone is pinning him down and Rex feels every muscle in his body strain to fight back but at the same time he's exhausted. He can't defend himself and he can't escape and his team isn't coming for him-

"Rex, baby, look at me?"

Slowly, everything comes back into focus again. Rex finds himself enveloped in warm, strong arms, his ear right next to someone's chest.

"Rex, can you hear it? You hear my heartbeat don't you? Can you count it for me, baby?"

Rex obediently does as he's told. He feels fingers gently scratching his scalp as he finally is able to process his surroundings.

Rhea stops him when he reaches 150, gently tilting her husband's face up to look at him. She gently rubs her thumb against his cheekbone, smiling softly at him.

"Hi there, big guy. Can you tell me where you are right now?"

"At home?"

Rhea hummed in approval, her hands cupping Rex's jaw.

"Did I...did I wake you? I had another nightmare?"

"Yes, baby. You did. But it's okay. It happens," Rhea kissed Rex's face before pressing their foreheads together.

"It's okay, Rex. Everything's okay,"

Rhea pulled her husband into a tight hug, and soon enough, she felt him shake with sobs. She shushed him gently, letting him bury his face in her shoulder, soaking the cotton in tears. Rex holds onto his wife tightly. A small irrationall part of him thinks that if he doesn't, he'll lose her too.

"You're okay, Rex. You're okay,"

#leader whump #leader whumpee #retired leader #ptsd nightmares #whumpblr #whump community #whump prompt

[fearowkenya]

Winds of Change

Chapter 5: Something in the Air

Shuuji knows something is amiss when he catches Syakomon let out an almost imperceptible sigh of relief. He’s lucky that the viscous surface of Syakomon’s slimy green body betrays her—the quiver of the otherwise silent exhale sends a faint, wobbly shockwave across her skin, and she jiggles ever so slightly in her shell, as though somebody’s just set down a cautious bowl of lime-flavored jello.

Supposedly, the worst is over, but Shuuji can't shake the feeling that there's something the Kemonogami aren't telling him.

ao3 link in source , extended end-of-chapter author's notes under the cut!

oh BOY the editing situation was a doozy. granted, i was also busy with work, but even then this chapter needed a TON of reworking, much much more than chapter 4 did. like i said on ao3, it got to the point where this chapter was so long that i had to split it in two.

i also mentioned that this chapter marks the beginning of the second half of this fic. chapters 1-4 make up part one, which i'd summarize as "how did we get here?", and then from 5-8, the focus will be "what happens next?". it helped a LOT to recontextualize chapters 5-7 (now 5-8) as an answer to chapters 1-4, and i think it'll make editing easier going forward; i have much more direction now and a better idea of what needs to be expanded on and what needs to be cut.

unfortunately, like i said, i had to omit a lot of saki-centric stuff. she is the scariest character for me to write, and i think i need to progress more thru my replay of truthful before i feel confident enough to write from her perspective. it works out anyway, because the part i cut had shuuji taking a very passive role and just observing interactions between saki and floramon, and it felt very drawn-out and unnecessary. this is my favorite cut segment tho

im really hoping to be able to figure out what an aoi-miu-saki dynamic looks like as i get more comfortable writing the three of them. i think it could be really fun. also i think it would be so funny if miu and saki bring out a mischievous side of aoi that would otherwise not exist. much to think about.

anyway. another challenge i had with editing this chapter was the topography of the beach area the group hangs out at before moving on to the shopping district and apartment complex. for some reason i was convinced the rocky beach area was like.. up on a cliffside? but then i looked at the map and got REAL confused. the beach is super super narrow, and that was really inconvenient when i needed shuuji to be somewhere relatively out of the way, where he could have a conversation with agumon that takuma cannot hear, while still being able to see takuma. so thats why i spent an hour and change squinting at the tiniest png of the map and reorganizing where people spend their time

if my handwriting is illegible (from left to right) (oh my god now that ive added the image to the post its a nightmare. idk why im even posting it. lord. im not sure opening it in a new tab will help) factory residential area shopping district woods near shopping district minoru up here group rests here waterway exit from shaft here instead; rest of waterway rock w/ supplies hill down from the waterway shuuji rests here pt 6 argument happens here aoi & ryo here in ch4 (this is where they were keeping watch) miyuki here

i didnt make many changes; mostly i just moved people around. the one thing that i DID change though was the placement of the waterway entrance. i have NO IDEA why the game has it in the middle of the fucking ocean. like i know theres a tunnel there, but surely the entrance to that tunnel isn't underwater right? i then poured another hour and change learning about waterways, trying to figure out where it made the most sense to put the exit before remembering that it doesn't matter because the digital world doesn't play by human world rules. oops! it was still super interesting though! please look up 'tokyo g-cans' if you ever get the chance, its fucking fascinating. if i ever go back to japan id like to go down there, maybe.

obligatory commentary about the map:

oh my god it seems too big for what we actually see but im not a cartographer so i dont know for sure

the shopping district/apartment complex is visible from the beach but i feel like it shouldn't be: on the map it looks like it's on a cliff face while from the beach it looks like it's shore level

i've been reading half the green patches as dense tree cover but now that i think about it, that might just be open grassland. oops. it's all trees now.

i wish we could go to the sandy beach areas to the north and east ends of the island!!! that could've been fun!

i really appreciate that the second island is shaped vaguely like a beluga

in other news, agumon was much easier to write than i was worried he would be, and it was nice to work out how he felt about what happened in the waterway. one thing ive noticed about agumon on a second truthful run is that he and takuma are equally awful about pushing down their own feelings for the sake of the ones of their friends. a lot of the others seem to view agumon as the guy who is always Staying Silly , no thoughts head empty. while i DO think that that's a genuine part of his personality, i think it also happens sometimes that he uses that image to downplay his concerns.

my favorite part to write this chapter was labramon's dialogue at the end. and also baby stats. baby stats was the ONE THING i REFUSED to cut. non-negotiable. it's been in my notes since the beginning and digimon survived all edits of this chapter, and i was DETERMINED to keep it.

all right im getting sleepy and i want to post this chapter and then go to bed. as usual please dont be afraid to leave a comment, i looooove finding out people's favorite parts, and im still curious about your Gamer Theories, especially now that i think what i'm foreshadowing is becoming clearer and clearer >:3c

couldn't tell you for sure when ch6 will be out. ideally it won't involve as much editing as ch5, but it's hard to say. thank you for reading, and i'll be back as soon as i can!

#digimon survive #shuuji kayama #kayama shuuji #ryo tominaga #tominaga ryo #agumon #aoi shibuya #shibuya aoi #im so sorry @ ppl who are in the aoi shibuya tag for the other aoi shibuya (the one who is not a digimon character) #labramon #miu shinonome #shinonome miu #syakomon #floramon #digimon

[lovecanbesostrange]

ooooh 1, 4 and 10 for the movie ask? please, ramble away! :)

In a film you like, what's a stupid decision in the narrative that you despise?

The first thing that comes to mind definitely is the ending of The Breakfast Club. I loooooooove that movie to bits. It's so good. And then Allison gets a make-over. Why? WHY? AND THEN THEY DO THE SAME THING IN THE FACULTY TO ME AGAIN WITH STOKELY!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Oh no, the loner girl wearing dark clothes found her flowery self and has a crush. She's fixed now. I'm not saying nobody could ever change their style. Claire and Allison could have played around with make-up, make it a two way street (or even include the whole group, playing with image and appearance). But the way it's only presented at the end is... evil

4. A film you agree is not "good", but holds special sentimental value. (Share the reason if you feel like it.)

hmmmmm... I enjoy a lot of "not good" films anyway. So, yeah, I do agree that Austin Powers in Goldmember wasn't anything we needed. The sequels can't compare to the first and while entertaining, I wouldn't call it good. Hardly recommend to anybody out of the blue. BUT I saw it in theatres back in the day with a friend from uni I rarely spend time with alone. It was one of the few occassions it was just us. In front of us two guys laughed when in the beginning the location plops up as "Utah" and so "Utah, ahahahaha" became a joke between us. I haven't talked to this person in well over ten years and I doubt we'll ever meet again. But this film is a cherished memory in that regard. (Well, she's also the one who sat next to me watching Brokeback Mountain, but that is a very good movie. XD )

It happens a lot. Films are more fun with other people around to share. Can't think of a better example right now, although I'm sure there's more. Especially films I liked as a kid and overlooked so many flaws. Wait, now I'm wondering if watching terrible, terrible films, because of that one acting face you enjoy, would fall under "sentimental value". This list would be so long. (Starting with the extra bad film Dark House.) Nah, that's a thirst thing, I guess...

10. A remake you wish would happent for whatever reason.

I desperately need somebody to take another look at Sucker Punch and make it the kick-ass bizarre adventure for bodily autonomy and independence it should be. So, whenever I hear people talking that movie is utter shit, I will disagree and point out the various great ideas and how complex the character connections can be. The moment fanboys come out of hiding calling it the one true feminist down-with-patriarchy film, I need to scream a lot.

Some say you either love or hate the movie, but I do neither. I'm exactly on the fence. And I think that's terrible, because that film could actually be pure greatness. We need to give it another shot and the script needs women to work with it. The camera needs an extra female lense. (I say that as a lesbian who is at times fed by the male gaze, ngl.) We need a better focus and the male characters can't be pulling all the strings and move the plot by mere existence (I get the women being dolls is a theme, but they need more clear agency and be the driving force).

The one thing that nobody should ever dispute though is the cast of this film. I don't know how to imrpove that in a remake.

#lizardthelizard #in the memetime #thanks for playing :3

[rphelperblog]

The Lying Game Quote RP Meme

“We played along with the lie. We became the lie.”

A killer with a guilty conscience.”

The only way to win a lying game is not to play.”

You need to be honest with him and yourself, before somebody gets hurt.”

You think she's dead, don't you...”

Please tell me we're not gonna get all dysfunctional and nasty when we're middle aged.”

It's not exactly a love song. Think Kelly Clarkson, not Taylor Swift”

Does an innocent man run?”

Didn't feel like being the only former murder suspect at the pep rally.”

Well, we're in a motel. We're at least 100 miles from any parental supervision, your boyfriend is two doors down probably shirtless, do I need to go on?”

Legal geniuses don't work for free and I just checked under the couch cushions and I came up a little light.”

You're having boy troubles, which is still a crippling form of impairment.”

You have some real issues, ya know?”

You love him right? So what are you still doing standing here?”

Oh my God, something's happening. I actually think I feel bad for you.”

You, my friend, are a giant neon sign of sexy right now.”

You're too close to this. You're gonna get hurt.”

They can take the girl out of the foster system, but they can't take the foster system out of the girl.”

Nothing good ever happened without a fight, right?

If there's one thing frat boys can't resist, it's girls.”

“I know she's the more improved version, I get that a lot.”

Just to let you know, I'm choosing you. It's always been you.”

It was you people, with all your secrets and lies. Someone here did this, I'm gonna find out who.”

When I look at you, I turn into something I don't like.”

Are you gonna make me cry? Because I just put on mascara.”

All I ever wanted was a family.”

I'm just trying to prove his innocence. And you're trying to prove his guilt.”

We all feel things we shouldn't sometimes.”

It feels like I'm the one on trial now.”

You and me. We're everything.”

It's probably that "A" you got on your history final. Or that your boyfriend just got arrested for murder.”

He's in the big leagues now; that's for damn sure.”

This was always my life. You were just pretending to be a part of it.”

No offense guys, but at some point you're going to have to stop being surprised by things that man did in the mid-90s.”

I've lived with you for 16 years and I never needed shared DNA as a reason to love you.”

I know a huge part of you wants me to be guilty for one reason, but I'm not.”

It's like I got voted off the island.”

The safest thing you could do right now is stay out of it. This is a murder investigation.”

Is that why you waited until we were half naked in a motel room to tell me you were into my sister?”

Why do you allow yourself to be continually punked by that girl?”

You and I broke up, remember? So you lost the right to ask me that.”

even though we're not together anymore, what we had meant everything to me. In some ways it still does.”

he's the one that arranged your whole adoption, under the table of course. And I know that was wrong but how can I regret that? It gave me you.”

Between you and me, it's kind of a thrill to be back and turning heads.”

Don't you have to care about someone to be disappointed in them?”

Honest is not another one of my fortes.”

Look, that boy is distracting you, taking your focus off the plan.”

Pick a lower hanging fruit.”

This place? What are we hillbillies?”

Who knew you were the daughter I was forced to give up 17 years ago?”

you wanna take a walk down memory lane you gotta give me a head's up.”

Did I just walk in on my own funeral? Because if so, I've gotta say the turnout kinda sucks.”

I mean she was into the idea of living sorority life. I guess if you're into lying games there's no better venue.”

Well isn't this cozy. I'm sorry, have I come at a bad time?”

My dad is many things, but he is not a killer.”

I don't think fugitives from the law, tweet.”

Why is it that around here, the first thing out of people's mouths is a lie.”

The only mistake I made was taking your bastard ass in when nobody gave a crap about you.”

When you're accessing a true memory you look to the left, lying to the right.”

So you don't believe in destiny?”

So you're not just kicking me out of your house, you're kicking me out of your life?”

I can't. I've been burned by it too many times.”

Tell my wife I'm coming for her.”

Let's just say this weekend my bride finally gets everything she deserves.”

So you guys wanna go or should we go next door and look for the Easter Bunny?”

You've just been the bright spot in all of this.”

Don't you think it's a little late to be playing that card.”

if you hadn't been asking those questions we never would've found each other.”

It looks like some people need to start apologizing until I tell them to stop!”

I can either choose to be miserable or choose to be happy.”

I always wonder about that decision I made. What it would've been like to have kids of my own. I know I said it before, but I'll say it again. I never blamed you for that.”

“he  is a bit of a wild card, and that's the last thing we need right now.”

He doesn't need luck. He has me.”

If anyone found out that you know about me and her your life could be in danger.”

Tonight was kind of amazeballs and I hope it was amazeballs for you, too”

Please it's like riding a bicycle, a 1200 lb bicycle that would crush me if it landed on me.”

Trust me, if I were you I wouldn't quit at the finish line pal.”

You and I are on the same ship and it's sailing fast.”

never thought one of the best heart to hearts would be with you.”

We're sisters. We're related by blood.”

Look at it this way, the closer I get to her, the safer your secret is.”

So much for here comes the bride.”

Why? So you can stop second guessing your feelings for him?”

Who else would be so protective of the secret of the twins that they would kill for it?”

I don't know I wasn't really listening. An award for giving homeless people boob jobs or something?”

You wanna know another surprise? I'm getting pretty good at telling you two apart”

When our embryos split, you got all the heart.”

#open to all #open to anyone #open rp #ask meme #open meme #open to anybody #rp meme #ask prompt #roleplay meme #memes #open starter #the lying game #sara shepard

[50shadesofjayden]

Ghost

I saw somebody post the general idea for this during pride month. For the life of me, I can't remember who actually posted the idea, so if anybody can remember, please let me know so I can give credit! Summary: Billy and Steve meet six years after Billy "died." TW: mentions of Neil, mentions of death, brief mentions of HIV/AIDS, OOC Billy

Steve hadn't seen Billy since that night at Starcourt Mall. He, like everybody else, was told Billy had died that night. It never crossed his mind that Billy wouldn't have actually died. He saw the injuries. He had seen Max mourn, watched as Neil left her and Susan and both of their spirals that followed. Vecna had even shown Max a version of her stepbrother that wasn't real. Everyone believed Billy had died that night. Maybe Vecna was back, and he was back in the upside down. Steve tried to ignore the lights and louder sounds around him to see if he could hear the clock chimes. The only thing he could focus on was Billy's laugh echoing down the hallway.

Steve didn't even know where to go. Down the hallway wasn't much of a destination, yet somehow, his legs were taking him exactly where he needed to go. Room 1312. He couldn't force himself to enter the room and didn't need to. He was right there. Billy Hargrove was standing right in front of him. His hair was longer, and he was skinnier than when he last saw him, but he still had the muscles Steve remembered. He looked lighter in a way he couldn't place his finger on.

"Billy." It sounded like his own voice, but he didn't remember actually saying his name. Billy's head turned to him. A smile Steve hadn't seen before was etched across his face. It looked real. Now, all the smiles he had known seemed fake or forced.

"Harrington! What are you doing in San Francisco?" Steve frowned at Billy. He was nice? Sure, it was a sentence at most, but there was no malice, no anger, and he wasn't taunting him? Even when they had fooled around, Billy was always one to keep his guard up by teasing. Maybe this really was Vecna. But Vecna was cruel. If this was Vecna, Billy would be taunting him, telling him how he let him die alone, left him in the upside down when they went to get Eddie and Dustin, didn't look for him and how he moved on from his life with Billy. So, maybe he was a ghost? Steve wasn't really sure.

"School? Robin and I moved here for school." His eyes moved up and down Billy's body again. His go-to wifebeater was red this time, and his jeans were as tight as ever, making his ass look even better than Steve remembered. It looked like Billy. More than that, he looked real.

"Harrington, are you okay?" Billy's head was tilted, and his eyes were narrowed. For a split second, he saw a flicker of judgment flash across Billy's face. That was more like the Billy he knew.

"Are you a ghost?" Steve hadn't meant it to come out like that, especially not here.

"Kinda a fucked up question Harrington." Steve's heart sank. Hearing and seeing Billy had made him forget about where he was. He had forgotten he was in the AIDS ward. It wasn't the best wording.

"I didn't mean it like that."

"I know, trying to make a joke for Landon. Not much to laugh at anymore." Steve nodded, trying to peer in more without invading their privacy. The man Billy was visiting was about their age, maybe a few years older. He didn't want to speculate, but a part of him jumped to thinking maybe this was Billy's boyfriend.

"Right. Uhm, I. I'll see you around maybe, I don't want to impose." Steve felt awkward. How could he forget where he was? Steve had begun walking away, mind racing faster than he could walk. Everything he had known had done a 180 in a matter of 3 minutes. He hardly heard Billy's voice and didn't hear, let alone comprehend what the blonde said.

"I'll see you later."

Tan liquid swirled in front of him. His spoon stirred his tea absent-mindedly. How the hell was he alive? He was thrilled. Billy was alive. His Billy, not flayed Billy. Well, maybe not his Billy. At one time, he had thought he would have been his Billy if things kept going the way Steve had planned. But he had lost his Billy to the mind flayer. Or apparently not? He didn't know. His mind was racing in 1000 directions, and none led to a conclusive answer. Each direction led him to scold himself for walking away from Billy without even giving him his number.

He wasn't even able to visit with Xavier properly. Steve met him on one of his many attempts to get over Billy. Obviously, it hadn't worked, nobody had. But he had gained a very close friendship. So when his friend had told him he had AIDS and didn't have much time left, Steve had vowed to visit him on Tuesdays and Thursdays. He'd have to make up his day later this week, maybe even bring Robin along for an extra apology. Xavier and Robin got on like siblings. They annoyed the hell out of one another, but he knew Xavier would appreciate them both being there.

"Harrington." His head snapped up. Billy was towering over him. "Can I join you?" Steve nodded at him. His face turned back to his tea again. Fear had set in while he had been sitting there. What if this wasn't Billy, what if it was some elaborate scheme and he was being lied to? He didn't think he could go through mourning Billy again.

"Steve." He refused to look up.

"You have to have questions. Other than asking if I'm a ghost?" Billy's tone seemed playful, bordering on teasing at least. It sounded like the Billy he knew from Hawkins.

"I don't know what to ask." He finally admitted.

"I did actually die that night. Twice actually, but the Doctors patched me up, and the lab people made me promise not to tell anyone. Not even you or Max. No matter how much I promised that it wouldn't hurt anyone. I threatened them. I threatened to tell every TV channel and radio station who'd listen to me. But they said they'd go after your kids. I didn't know what to do, so I let them do what they said was safest. They let me move back to California, but I couldn't talk to anyone from before. I tried to call Steve, but they did something to my phone. Nobody's number would go through. I even tried Wheeler's in case one of them picked up. Then I got scared, thought they'd do something to you or Max."

Steve could feel Billy's eyes on him. His pretty blues seemed to be trying to burrow into his soul. God, he wanted to let Billy burrow into him. Steve had never been able to forget how he felt around Billy. Even in the bad times, he had this burning in his chest that only Billy could bring out. Robin said it was desire when he told her. He thought it was something else; he'd never felt it with any before. Not even Nancy.

Forcing himself to look at Billy, he took a breath. "I want to be mad at you. I want to yell at you and curse you out."

"But" Billy interjected, smirking at him.

"But, I'm glad you're alive." Memories flashed across Steve's mind. Memories of Billy on top of him, panting as he had slowed his movements. Steve pulling him down, holding him against his chest as their breathing began to match one another. Billy staring at him as he tried to decide his next move. Then, laughing as, Robin angrily screamed for having to pick up 6 cards in crazy eights. Billy teasing him as they played basketball together, laughing at his jokes about putting Billy in his place later that night. Robin holding him back as they took Billy out of Starcourt. Dustin telling him it was okay, that Billy wasn't in pain anymore.

"I really am sorry Steve." Billy's eyes looked sad this time. It made Steve think he also regretted missing the last six years.

"Is he your boyfriend?" He didn't really want to know the answer. But he didn't want to stay in his thoughts any longer.

"No. Just a friend. I didn't want anybody else after you. I meant what I said, Steve." Billy's hand had moved closer to his. Just enough so their knuckles brushed against one another. The simple touch made him feel pre-pubescent. The ache in his chest dropped into his stomach, turning into excitement. Billy's skin felt as warm as it did years ago.

"Me too. Nobody was able to out-brat you." Steve smirked at Billy, but it was mostly for himself.

"I dunno what to tell you, it's hard to move on from me. I don't know why you even tried, Harrington".

At that moment, Steve decided he didn't care if it was a ghost. He'd happily live in whatever ghost world or monster-ridden reality he was in. He was just happy to have his Billy back. However, later that night, Billy proved he wasn't a ghost to Steve. Ghosts wouldn't have been able to leave the B-shaped hickies he had to explain to Robin and Xavier on Thursday.

#harringrove #billy hargrove x steve harrington #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #stranger things #harringrove fic #steve x billy

[z-iridest]

okokok consider first date hcs w the yugioh boys 👁👁 (like where would they take the reader, how’d they ask them out, how’d they act during the date, etc <3)

(I'M SO SORRY FOR TAKING SUCH A LONG TIME TO DO THIS, I HOPE U'LL FORGIVE ME! Also, I hope you don't mind, but I'll save the others for a different time)

Yu-Gi-Oh!: Asking You Out and First Date

Yami Yugi/Pharaoh Atem

Rather than start off Yugi for these head cannons, we're going with Yami

Now, most of the fandom pegs him as a smooth talking flirt, but let's be real. This boy knows nothing about how to talk to a girl, let alone one he has feelings for.

He's an adorkable, awkward, sweet baby boy

It's not hard to notice when the guy has a crush on you, honestly.

The way his eyes always move to you during a duel, the way he blushes around you if Yugi forces him to stay out

While it's not amusing to him for Yugi to "torture" him this way, it certainly is hilarious seeing him

You will probably end up having to make the first move, ngl

That or he'd be the type to trip flat on his face for no reason, look up at you sheepishly and go, "I guess you've caught me falling for you." It totally wasn't Joey's idea for him to do that sksjsjsjsjsj

Either which way, when you hold his hand for the first time, he's gonna end up as beet red as Yugi when he gets on girls' radar. Poor boy might actually pass out if you kiss his cheek

On the day of your first date, poor Yami's so nervous, he can barely focus on anything else

Yugi helped him get ready and attempted to calm him down

Once Yami saw you though... It was Game Over.

His eyes were like saucers when he saw you in that outfit, blushing like an idiot and mouth agape in awe.

"You look absolutely stunning." He'd manage to stutter out after a minute of attempting to talk

Your first date might be either roaming Domino City and checking different things out or heading back to Yugi's to duel (Yami teaching you the ropes if you didn't know how)

I think that by the end of the night, he wouldn't want you to go and get more adorkable than before, shuffling a bit before bashfully asking for your permission to kiss you

If you rejected it, he'd be respectful, but if you accepted, I think that first kiss would be tender and sweet... But also awkward because he has no idea how to kiss anyone.

Definitely gonna be sitting in the Millennium Puzzle with a dark red face for like hours after the date

Awwwwwww

Yugi Moto

Speaking of Yugi....

This boy is not any better

The picture? Yeah, that's Yugi anytime you're around.

He is the definition of a shy cinnamon roll, and somehow, he's more shy around you

So, you're probably wondering how he asked you out, right?

Well, at his grandpa's advice, he gave you a puzzle. When you solved it, it read, "Will you go out with me, Y/N?"

Needless to say, you kissed Yugi's cheek and told him you'd love to. Baby boy just about passed out

He had a hard time deciding what to wear when the day for your date finally came

When he saw you, his blush went even darker. "Y-Y-You look stunning." He managed to get out before you complimented him back, making his blush darker if it was even humanly possible. Please spare him sksksksk

At the end of the date, you had gone to kiss his cheek again at the same time he turned his head to vocally tell you how he felt. Your lips met and both of you turned red before pulling away.

Though it was an accident, that first kiss had been sweet. Yugi blushed dark red. "Do you think... I mean... Can I kiss you again?" Yugi asked, a bit surprised to see you turn dark red as you nodded.

When he pulled you in for a proper kiss, it was gentle, sweet... And addicting.

After the date, Yugi was a blushing mess as he laid in bed, one thought on his mind

I can't wait for the next date.

Joey Wheeler

GOLDEN RETRIEVER BOI TIME! The one ik u were waiting for, Riri lol

When I say this boy was smitten with you when he first saw you, let me tell you, that boy was smitten

Anytime you needed somebody, there he was with your favorite snacks and drink or ready to beat up the jerk that made you upset.

When you fell asleep in his arms, he held you. "I wish I could be the one holding your heart, Y/N... I'd keep it safe for ya... What am I saying, ya don't need dis from me right now. I'll just be here for ya until ya ready. I never forced ya to do anything before and I ain't startin' now."

Especially when you got your heart broken by some idiot, he wanted to beat the person to a pulp...

But, he knew you needed him more, so that's why he showed up at your door with your favorite food, favorite drink and favorite dessert in his arms

At least, he thought you were asleep...

He got scared shitless when you rolled over to face him. "What if I want you to?"

"GAAAH! Y/N, I thought ya were asleep!"

That was how you found out how he felt about you, how much pain he'd been in seeing you with someone else, but swallowing it because you looked happy

It wasn't too long after that he asked you out

Your first date is honestly gonna be super chill, playing video games or helping him train to be a better duelist (while sharpening your skills in the process)

The end of the date comes a little too soon for Joey's liking, but he gives the back of your hand a kiss

Just because he's not some rich dirt-bag *cough* Kaiba *cough cough* doesn't mean he can't be a gentleman and treat you like the royalty you are.

Seto Kaiba

Speaking of Kaiba, if you managed to grab this giraffe boy's attention, congrats, you've accomplished an uneasy feat.

Seto is not only a man of few words, but if he wants something, he's determined to get it. I mean, the way he's obsessively challenging Yugi is proof enough of that fact

He actually doesn't realize what these feelings for you are until Mokuba catches him blushing after an encounter with you. The kid can't help but smirk and tease his big brother, which earns him a glare or two

Shortly after that, you notice little things. Like a white rose on your desk if you work at Kaiba Corp, or a bouquet of red roses being brought to your work if you don't

But nothing compares to the day he showed up to see you in his business suit, a white rose in hand and... Was that a blush on his face?

He gave it to you, turning redder when your fingers brushed his.

"I... Have a proposition for you... Go out with me."

A few days later, he was getting ready for your first date and wondering how in the hell he'd managed to pull off getting a date with you. He managed to sum it up to him just being Seto Kaiba before leaving to pick you up

And by God, did you look amazing

He smirked, though, complimenting you before offering his arm to you

To be honest, you'd have to talk him down from a fancy restaurant

Your pick was a small café

It was out of the way, barely any customers coming in and out

The perfect date destination for the two of you

The owner of the Cafe Leblanc that you frequented was more than happy to see you, but was also surprised to see Seto Kaiba walking through his door.

Your usual order of the famous coffee and curry got Seto wanting to try it

Needless to say, he loved the combination

Rather than ask for a first kiss at the end of the night, he stole it from you

It was as passionate as a first kiss could be, and somehow, it felt like he'd had experience when in reality, he hadn't

Don't be fooled though, he was blushing like an idiot after dropping you off

Seems like you've got the Blue Eyed Bastard smitten

More like he's a softie for you, but don't bring it up to him loooool

#yami x reader #yugi x reader #joey wheeler x reader #seto kaiba x reader #yu-gi-oh dating

[cheekygreenty]

Little Witch - Part 10

The Darkling x Reader

*I’ve changed this part like 5 times so if there’s any inconsistencies I do apologize 😝

In a perfect world, you and Aleksander would have spent the day in his luxurious bed surrounded by his soft silk sheets. You felt an overwhelming feeling to open up to him, to tell him everything that happened to you since you saw him last, nearly a century ago, but life has a way to ruin perfect opportunities.

Wars didn't take breaks or vacations, they got more deadly as time went on and each side got more nervous as more people gave their lives to the cause. A solution was necessary and from your understanding, Aleksander still had the same plan as he did all those years ago he just had a different way to go about them. No doubt Alina was at the center of them.

You had business to attend to too. The first on the list was a meeting with the council. The King and his advisors were to be there to 'greet' you with open arms, but you were sure you'd have to put on a quick performance of your abilities to satisfy their curious minds.

Maybe that's why he gave me the shadows, to ensure my position. You quickly brushed off the thought. It didn't really matter to you why he did what he did. You had your shadows back. He claimed protection, but you knew there was a different reason behind it as well. It seemed too quick and too easy in your opinion but who were you to judge what kind of trust he truly had in you. You felt comfort that you always had piece of him wherever you went.

On a lighter note, you could finally wear a black kefta. The thought itself had you quickly leaping out of his bed and skipping to your chambers in a mere robe through the secret passages of the Palace. You didn't want anybody to see you leaving his quarters, not in the state you were in. You needed to grab a Healer and get rid of those very visible marks on your neck that Aleksander took his time creating. He intended to mark you as his own but jokes on him, you never wanted to belong to anybody but yourself.

Time passed and servents scurried in and out of your chambers, carrying information from here there and everywhere. You were already overwhelmed with tasks and your position wasn't even announced to the Palace yet. You were still the mysterious Grisha that served with the Darkling, not for.

Your vanity was covered in papers and reports in handwriting you had trouble reading and your bed had maps strung across it. Aleksander truly meant it when he said he would get you started right away and share his responsibilities as soon as he got the chance.

When the time finally came, you were escorted to the Grand Palace with Aleksander walking right next to you. The conversation was devoted to work and nothing else, Fjerdan intel, rumors of West Ravka and Zlatan, and upcoming skiff journeys but you didn't mind. You were damn good at your job, having started out in the First Army and then joining the Second Army had given you experience not even the General had, it's what made you the first pick when dealing with plans involving otkazat'sya soldiers, they respected you. I wonder if they will now.

You had spent 3 years in the First Army once upon a time. You came from a wealthy merchant family, a family full of drunks and abusers and cowards. You gave up the feeling of a full stomach and duck-feathered beds for the rations of the army once your mother admitted to you being a bastard and not worthy of the family name. What a shame. Look at me now.

You never knew what you could do, but a slip-up with a Tidemaker had you served to the Darkling on a silver platter. He was meaner then, more unforgiving. Your years spent with him after that had changed him, made him better in your eyes. You fell for him, hard, even though there was so much death and destruction in his wake. When you love somebody, it’s easy to see past all of the nasty stuff and focus on whatever is left of the good and Aleksander still had an abundance of if.

You could still remember his cold stare as he asked you what the hell you were. After pleading with him that you didn't know and his Heartrenderer confirming it, he whisked you away to the Little Palace where soon enough you had become his equal, if not his superior.

'I actually wanted to ask you something about one of the Grisha in the Palace. I seen her with Alina, red-hair, big blue eyes... she wore a white kefta?' You said as you wlaked down a mirrored hallway in the Royal building.

'Oh, that's Genya Saffin. She works for the King and Queen.' He said with an underlying tone of irritation.

'What does she do? She wears a white kefta so I'm just curious'

'She's a tailor. Member of the Corporalki. She should be wearing red, I know. But trust me the time will come' He ushered us both into a guarded room of glitering gold and pearly white walls. So tacky. I could make out the king slumped in an overdone throne-like chair.

'Moi tsar' you and Aleksander bowed much to your distastes. You hoped nobody had seen the brief look of disgust wash over your face as the Lanstov King rose and gave his advisors a raised eyebrow, signalling to you. A man wearing a navy uniform looked at you like a piece of meat ready to be devoured. I'm gonna throw up.

'Deputy General Y/L/N is it?' He took your hand in his own sweaty one gave it a wet kiss. 'You Grisha are always easy on the eyes aren't you?'

You took a step back and cleared your throat. 'Yes, Moi Tsar, it is an honour to make your acquantance' You tried so hard to keep your fists at your sides.

'And what can you bring to the war table, apart from the newest fashion' He let out an obnoxious laugh and his advisors followed. They all looked smug and spoiled. None of them had any idea what the real world looked like and yet had the audacity to sit this council. I'll show them what it means to be powerful.

Aleksander stepped away to the side and gave you a nod. You slowly unravlled your fist and plunged the room into darkness while simultanseoly blowing a strong wind throughout the space, letting papers fly in all directions and the fire go out. You relit it, and every candle in the room. The man in the navy unifrom got the runt of your powers, as you slowly medled with his heart until he breathed a worried laugh 'Stop it Girl'.

But you didn't stop, you carefully stared at the chair the man sat in and pushed it just enough for him to let out a yell. You accidently let out a chuckle that was meant to be in your head. You felt Aleksander move toward you 'All right, that should be enough' He said visibly amused too. You let it all drop.

'It's Deputy General to you' You looked at his fearful face that tried to cover by fixing his jacket and whiping away invisible dust off of his shoulder.

'I must say I am impressed. With the Sun-Summoner and... you, we will have West Ravka and the surroundings begging for our alliances.' He sat down on his chair once again and pointed to an empty one across from him and to the right of Aleksander, who unbeknownst to you had already seated himself.

'Please, Deputy General, do take a seat, we have business to tend to'

****

A painful 2 hours later you and Aleksander walked out of the Grand Palace. You had a headache and your hands hurt from clentching them so hard.

'I'm assuming you sitting the King's meetings for me is off the table now?' Aleksander mused and all you could do was give him a side-eye.

'I think I want to kill him'

'In due time'

You weren't even surprised. If he didn't do it himself you definitely would have taken one for the team. That man is unbearable; like a child in a grown man's body.

As you wallked into your home, Aleksander gently took hold of your wrist and pulled you in the direction of his quarters.

'Come'

Your head was pounding too much to say no so you obliged. The hallways were bare of people, not a Grisha in sight.

You reached his war room doors and walked in after him. He pulled out a map and laid it down.

'I've sent out a First-Army search for the Stag.'

You paused. The headache suddenly gone. Morozova’s Stag. He had tried once before and failed. The weeks following his failure sent him into a frenzy, he questioned Morazovas journals and almost burned them all, but you had gotten to him last-minute. You never doubted the stag to be real. You just never believed he would use it. He's powerful on his own unless- it's for Alina.

You audibly sighed and leaned your back against the table. Alina.

'Does she want it?'

'Does that matter?'

‘Of course it matters!’ You scorned but he stayed silent.

You turned to look at him and whispered 'What are you planning this time?' He had been dropping hints here and there, but so far there was no plan you knew of. 'I can't help you if I don't know the plan'

'No. You're better of not knowing anything. I can't lose you again' you turned you head and looked at his side profile.

'But you need me. I'm powerful, I can lead an army'

'If anything happens you can take over for me then, Deputy.' He cocked a sad smile and left a lingering kiss on your forhead before he left you standing in the war room alone and confused.

Part 11

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[the-coffee-story]

Rise of the Forest God

Chapter 17 - Professor Tally Winchester

Winchester Hall was a beautiful, dark Victorian mansion á lá Addams Family that rested proudly upon the tallest hill around. The windows, grey with age and dust were tall and skinny and a rusted iron gate, with weathered carvings now indistinguishable rested half swallowed by dirt and uncut blades of long dry grass. The whole thing blended rather well with the crawling forest behind it.

The team was waiting by the gate, curious and giddy with half-numbed nervousness.

"Well, now I'm definitely interested," Walther commented, peeking through the towering, rusted gate. "This looks like it's haunted by at least three ghosts who died a horrible death. They never found the heads."

October laughed.

"Seriously October, imagine the Addams Family's mansion, now scale it down a little."

He raised an eyebrow. "Can't wait for Morticia to pop out."

"Well, Morticia was definitely not on the phone," Violet noted.

Suddenly, the carved, dark-oak door that rested comfortably in the centre of the home's front opened, and a young man peeked out, adjusting his glasses as he took a moment to assess the situation. After a few moments passed, he noticed the team waiting by the gate, waved to wordlessly grab their attention, and quickly scuttled over.

Tally Winchester was a medium-heighted, slender and bald individual with large, wildly blue eyes behind thick glasses and a countless amount of scattered silver piercings dotted in and around his earlobe. Despite the fact that it was it had just dawned early spring, his skin was sunburnt and tanned, as if he spent most of his days somewhere lost outside. He walked with a noticable limp, and Walther didn't need to wait long for an explanation, when a prosthetic briefly appeared between his worn brown converse sneakers and faded jeans.

"Hi!" He flashed a toothy smiled at the group and opened the gate. "Great to see you, I'm Professor Tally Winchester!" He shook everyone's hands as they trickled past. The sleeves of his petrol flannel were rolled up, revealing a rather out-of-place, faded tattoo of a crawling lizard and a bunch of old scars. "You can call me Tally though."

Violet held out her hand. "Hi, I'm Violet, we talked on the phone."

"Great to meet you all!" He grinned. "Are you coming inside?"

***

"Before anyone asks, I inherited the house," Tally explained while leading them upstairs. "It's rotten and I hate it and the bills are a naked horror but I doubt I can find anything that has more capacities for a library." He opened a door. "Intrate, everyone."

"Remarkable," Doc commented.

Remarkable was indeed an understatemt. The room they'd entered was a library- with a beautiful brick fireplace and huge windows that let in the sparse afternoon sun, bookshelves brushed against the webbed ceiling and sunk into every wall. The floor was carpeted, through incredibly uncomfortable to walk on, and the furniture antique. One wall was plastered with photographs and notes.

"Nice," Walther mumbled, taking the second to once again soak in their surroundings.

Tally grinned, idly brushing aside pages and old notes compromised of incomprehensible scribbles and drawings. His teeth were somewhat crooked. "I didn't replace any of the furniture, but I did sell a chunk of the old books. There was just no space for mine." He closed the door behind them. "So anyway, you wanted to know about the cult?"

"There's been a bunch of murders in Forest Lane that were eerily similar to what it did, so yeah." Thasfield shrugged his broad shoulders. "We suspect the cult might be involved."

"Oh, I heard about that on the news!" Tally sorted the files on the table until he found what he was looking for. Then he looked up. His face was serious now. "At this point I'd like to admit I have a slightly selfish motivation in this."

"What is it?", Violet asked.

"You see..." Tally leaned against the table. "For context, I'm a history professor, but my focus is on cryptids and modern legends. Historical context, potential explanations, yada yada. A few years ago I stumbled across the legend of the Forest God."

Walther's face lit up. "Oh, I remember that story, my parents used to tell it to me when I was a kid! This one guy got lost in the woods, was found dead and after his funeral his reanimated corpse came home and his wife who loved him very, very much-" They side-eyed Violet and Coffee, who in turn glared back. "-couldn't accept that maybe it's not exactly normal that your husband's corpse is vibing around, then after a while he started killing people, then he killed her and then the neighbours buried him in an iron casket in the woods so he would stop randomly murdering people. Right?"

"You summed it up." Tally nodded.

"But who believes in that?!" Violet frowned. "I mean... it's just a legend, right? Somebody finally snapped, had a rough week or something, and people straight up believe his bullshit?"

"He came back from the dead and started murdering people, Violet," Doc commented.

She shrugged dismissively. "We've all been there."

"I don't want to meet you after a bad week," Tally remarked with mild discomfort, absentmindedly flipping through pages of notes and nonsense. "The existence of the man who allegedly became the Forest God is proven. His name was Eustace Wyndham and if you ask me he had rabies and some things were added for drama. But that's not even relevant, because the cult came almost a hundred years later." He slid around the table and opened another scattered file. "1969 they started to worship the Forest God. At first it was nothing special, you know, just the average college student nonsense." He held up an old photograph, subtle wonder in his eyes as he stared into it, before handing it to Walther. "Here, you can take a look at this! That's the entire cult. The guy in purple with the long hair is one of the founders. The other founder left in 1970 after getting a bad feeling about the whole thing. I caught him for an interview five years ago. Lovely guy, sadly died of cancer shortly after. It's a shame. You can pass the photo around! Notice how they're all wearing cow parsley wreaths. That was the flower associated with the Forest God and the flower scattered all over their murder victim's body, or rather what was left of it."

"All the victims had cow parsley in their mouth," Doc realized, dragging a hand up to rest in his soft ginger curls, staring blankly into the distance, thinking.

Tally nodded hastily. "Exactly! And now please look at what I found on my windowsill this morning!"

He limped over to the tallboy, half relying on the nearby furniture for support. Leaning down and throwing open a drawer, after a short while of sifting through papers and photographs, he took out something else. Then he held it up.

It was a wreath of cow parsley.

"That's....not good," Walther murmured after a long moment of stunned silence.

Tally nodded, twirling the flowers between his thumb and forefinger. "You get it. You know..." He leaned heavily against a dusty, worn table and heaved a small sigh. "When Wilhelm called me at first I was very sceptical of it all. I'm not a group project person, if you know what I mean. But this is just the tip of the ice berg and I have a feeling that I might be next, so I decided to work with you." He shrugged his shoulders.

While he'd been talking, Coffee had been furiously typing. He handed Tally his phone and Tally read it out loud.

" 'How about we use you as a bait?' Um... Can you...can you please explain what exactly you mean? That doesn't sound particularly safe-!"

He handed Coffee's phone back to him, paranoid he might accidentally drop it, and the detective started typing an answer, this time with significantly more determination.

Hear me out. So my idea was basically that tonight we let the killer come, but were going to be prepared. In other words, we gather a big group that's going to protect you, and we're going to arrest the murderer once he's here. What do you think?

Tally hesitated for a short moment and chewed his lip, opening his mouth to reply, then closing it again.. "I mean... I guess you have a point, sooner or later he's going to get me either way."

"I mean, let's be real, you can't run forever," Thasfield said, leaning forwards. "Even if you move, it's still going to take a while, and judging by what we know you're being pretty actively stalked, so it's quite possible he'll just follow you and then you'll be killed by a Forest God in a hotel room in Central Graytown. Which probably makes for an interesting plotline in a noir film, but we're talking real life here and I highly doubt you're so keen on landing in the morgue anytime soon. Although the Doctor is an expert at autopsies."

Doc smirked.

".........yeah," Tally admitted. He sat down on the table and scratched the back of his head. "Yeah, that sounds...icky but realistic." He closed his eyes took a deep breath. "Alright. Who's gonna be on this team?"

Doc's phone's rang loudly to shake up their newfound confidence, and he excused himself, stepping back into the dusty hallway to take the call.

"I mean, most of us for starters," Violet said. "But I was also thinking of grabbing Gary Fox and Wilhelm. Strength in number, you know?"

Doc eventually came back to the group. His weathered face was stricken with subtle anxiety. "Bad news."

"What is it?", Walther asked.

"Alice found her mailman by the stables."

Walther frowned. "Okay, and what's so special about that?"

"His left arm was by the stables. The rest of him was scattered across the field."

"Dear God, is he okay?"

"He's okay, but he's dead." Doc turned to Tally, lowering his voice just enough. "Can we settle on tonight?"

Tally nodded. His sunburnt face had notably paled, turning his skin a somewhat pasty yellow. "Sure. What time are y'all coming?"

"Is five o'clock alright with you?"

Tally shrugged his shoulders. "Sure."

#reviews are welcome ;) #remember to listen to the song #the coffee story #rise of the forest god

[satansfavouritesons]

Be patient with me pt. 3

Pairing:Cedric Diggory x Sytherin Fem!Reader

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: trigger: toxic parents & swearing

A/N: I hope this was a satisfying ending also request are open now. I'll post the list of people I write about later

part 1 , part 2

Did Cedric Diggory just snap at me? Was this real? I couldn't process what just happened, I mean of all people Cedric was the least to get frustrated with a person.

I was currently lying in my bad and getting this kind of stomachache, like I'm not sure how describe them but sometimes you feel so uneasy or you feel regret that you body decides to make the situation even worst for you. I sat up because I didn't want to risk throwing up in my bed because of this weird feeling inside of me. Honestly I can't tell if I'm angry at him or at my behaviour...well he said that we will have a conversation about that tomorrow so it would be wise for to lie down at least for a bit.

When I woke up I start to realise that I have no idea if I should confront him with our last encounter or wait until he is ready to talk about this. Obviously the stupid person I am, I decided to confront him first because I wasn't willing to wait for his Royal ass to find me... but something made me freeze when I saw him sitting at the Hufflepuff table. I couldn't bring myself to walk there and confront him but why? What was I afraid of? And since when am I this nervous around him.

Fuck it, I'll talk to him later and with that I settled down at the Slytherin table. That didn't mean that I didn't shot glances in his direction. Unfortunately I wasn't as cautious as normal so my friend Arthur caught me in the act. "Didn't think you were the type to daydream about a boy"

"I beg your pardon?!", I replied confused.

"Well I have some advice for you, love . Advice number 1. don't make it to obvious otherwise everyone at Hogwarts will find out that you are one of Diggory's fangirls and advice number 2. you better hurry up I heard he is still a virgi-"

before he could go on I needed to take more drastic measures so that's why I slightly hit him with my book.

"Will you shut up for Salazar's sake, I can't recall since when it's any of your business who I find intriguing ?!"

As much as I wanted to wipe Arthur's shit eating grin out of his face, I had other plans. I stood up and wanted to go to the Hufflepuff table but again hesitated which meant I sat back down again. That shit went on for 4 more times before Cedric looked at me. He kept his stare for what felt like an eternity but suddenly broke eye contact and went back to the conversation he had with his friends. What the actual fuck?! When is the right time to talk about it? I inhaled and tried to calm my nerves. I decided to leave the Great Hall and go to the library... I needed to return that book anyway.

Arriving at the library I headed straight to the History section to choose another book. I need to admit the last one was pretty boring. It had alot of details but it surely did focus on the progress of every event rather than the historical events on their own. I hope the next one will be-

"Y/N"

I knew exactly who called me and with that turned around, faced Cedric and waited for him to say something.

"I have Quidditch practice in 15 minutes so how about we talk about you know 'the situation' before Herbology class because I have a free period then?" Cedric eyes were hopefully searching for my answer.

"Yes sure".

Great now I need to wait another 3 hours ... I guess since I have some spare time now I could go and head back to my dorm room and sleep for awhile. I really could use some extra sleep. But of course my pathetic fate had other plans.

A letter was lying on my nightstand and as much as I can tell it's a non magical one. That only means trouble because I knew exactly from who this letter could be. I knew I had only had some spare time before meeting up with Cedric but I also knew that if I ignore this letter from my parents I will probably forget it completely which means I can bet my sweet ass that I will have a huge problem because I didn't write them back. So I decided to open the envelope...

My eyes teared up when I finished reading the letter.

'DISOWN' ?! How am I supposed to find a place to stay, a job and proceed with school at the same time? Couldn't they wait until I graduated?! And where... where am I supposed to stay when summer holidays start?I have only 3 more months to figure this out.

It didn't shock me in the slightest that my parents disowned me but it did shock me that they did it before graduation. I was so filling with anger that I didn't realise that I was crying. I went to the mirror and wiped my eyes dry before heading straight to my escape place which is near the Forbidden Forest on a rock because I feared my roommates may return from their classes and I couldn't bear that they see me in this state. The reason why this place is my escape place is because I haven't seen 1 person going here and except for my friends nobody knew that I went there. So I sat down on the cold stone and stared at the Forbidden Forrest.

I didn't even realise how much time has past but regardless of my promise to meet up with Cedric I remained where I was and gazed blankly into the void. So many thoughts crossed my mind right now. No matter if it's about how I'll survive during summer holidays since hogwarts sents all students home or if it's simply about since when my parents stopped caring about me.

I couldn't tell to be honest it seemed like their hatred was always present or at least that's the only memory I have of them. Nevertheless I couldn't possible have a conversation with Cedric in my state of mind. I probably couldn't concentrate on what he says and just ignore him while thinking about my current situation. I'm going to explain myself afterwards right now I need to clear my mind.

But honestly it still shocked me that people don't realise that a child won't fix a doomed relationship. I mean why did my parents decide to keep me anyway if the result would be traumatising and abandoning me. Some people just shouldn't have the right to become parents in the first place.

I wiped my eyes dry and tried to think rationally about my next steps. Maybe if I talked with Slughorn about my situation he would understand and have a word with Dumbledore if it would be possible for me to stay at hogwarts during summer. Slughorn seemed to be a trustworthy teacher so I think I could talk to him ... well so is McGonagall but I don't really have anything to do with her. She just seemed like a compassion, caring teacher but-

"Y/N?"

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck .

"I thought we meet up before Herbology? I've searched you everywhere and only when your friends told me the places I could possibly find you, I did" Cedric said frustrated.

"I'm sorry Cedric, I didn't feel in the condition to talk. I would have apologised afterwards " I replied but still keeping my eyes on the forrest not daring to look at him.

"Have you- you cried, didn't you? Your eyes are puffy and red... Y/N... if something is bothering you, you should have come to me immediately" Cedric said with a soft voice and placed his hand on my shoulder. My body shivered when he touched my shoulder.

"Sorry I- I didn't want to scare y-"

"It's okay Cedric, you didn't and I know I can rely on you but I-... I don't know...". I could see him frowning and biting his lip from the corner of my eyes.

"Do you want a hug?" Cedric asked hesitantly.

This really caught me of guard and I just looked down on the ground before nodding my head. He started of with an awkward side hug, not knowing if pulling me into a firm hug would be to much but I did exactly that. I swung my arms around his torso and buried my face in his neck and stated to unintentionally sob.

After awhile I calmed down and slowly pulled back because I thought if I kept hugging him I couldn't stop anymore. He was so soft and smelled like honey and chopped wood. It was really hypnotising but also calming.

"Remember when you told me that Slytherins tend to say 'I care about you' instead of 'I love you'? You know I'm not a Slytherin but- Merlin.... Look what I'm trying to say is that I care about you a lot and it hurts me knowing that you are holding on to many unsaid things which is eating you up inside everyday. And I was so stubborn to see that so that's why I got so frustrated with you. I thought you avoided me on purpose or something. I need to give credit to your friends for that because I didn't realise that by myself", Cedric confessed while whipping away my tears from my cheek.

I looked into his eyes and honestly I didn't know what took over me but I pecked Cedric lips for 2 milliseconds and pulled back with wide eyes. Slowly regret started to built up and I felt completely embarrassed. It took Cedric quite awhile to proceed what just happened but he quickly pulled me in another, longer and more passionate kiss.

When we pulled back he pulled me into his embrace and mumbled into my hair

" Please whenever you feel the need to talk to somebody about ANYTHING at all just tell me. I will always be here for you."

This time he hugged me like a fragile glass figure that could break if you hugged it to tight. But I simply hugged him like I never wanted to let him go which results him to tighten his hug.

"I do have something important to tell you but this can wait because I want to enjoy this moment", I replied.

"Whenever you are ready, darling. I'll be patient".

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[ella-se-vuelve-loca]

Chapter 18

Grand Masterlist

Series Masterlist

I wrote this chapter a little while back and I’m pretty sure it needs some editing, but here you guys go! This is kind of a short chapter though I’m ngl 

Previous Chapter

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~ 4 months later ~

Joel’s P.O.V.

“We’re so happy to have you boys here with us today!” The interviewer spoke into the microphone. “How are you guys? How’s the tour going so far?”

“Aahh it’s been great! We love being able to travel again and seeing our amazing fans.” Richard smiled. “We’ve missed being on the road.”

“I just saw you guys last night.” The other interviewer said. “You guys were amazing!”

“Aye thank you bro! We hoped you enjoyed the performance.” Chris chuckled. “I did! I mean you guys give 110% every single time in these performances. My daughter loved you and hopes to see you again in concert.”

“Thank you so much, man.” I smiled and reached for my cup of coffee that was on the table. “Think you can give us a little performance one of your songs for all those cncowners listening in on the radio right now?”

“Yeah no problem. Let’s do it..” Richard spoke as he started off on our single ‘De Cero’. It’s been a couple of months, but I still miss her. I eventually told my group that we weren’t seeing each other anymore. I thought it was time that I came clean to everyone and told them everything and not hold anything back. My relationship with the boys changed a bit, I guess I’m lucky that they don’t hold grudges.

Richard told me that it was the right thing to do, with coming clean to everyone, so we can work on where we go from here. I feel out of the loop these days because I feel like everyone is judging me, but at least they know now and I don’t have to carry that secret with me anymore. I just have to carry the guilt of me hurting someone I love and doesn’t want to see me.

“Wow. Beautiful voices.” The interviewer clapped. “No wonder you boys won La Banda. You guys have a gift.” I looked at all the boys as they smiled at the compliments we were getting. “Aye thank you man.” Richard chuckled. “Let’s get into the more juicy stuff while we got you here…”

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After the interview, it’s off to sound check we go. We walked on stage and our crew handed us our microphones. “Okay, just do a rerun of ‘Pretend’ and let’s see how that works.” I held the mic up to my lips as I started off the song.

“I only love you in the middle of the night

That's when you're on my mind

Every time I get the feeling I can't fight

And I know it just ain't right”

Maybe this is a sign that I should just leave (Y/N) alone, considering the fact that I can’t ever really talk to her again because of Johann. I don’t want to leave her in the hands of him though. If I can’t be with her, then I want someone who’s gonna love her like I should’ve to be in her life. I want her to be happy, even if it’s not with me… I just can’t stop thinking about her though.

“Al borde de perderte otra vez

Ahora que estás tan dentro de mi piel

No sé qué puedo hacer si estás con él

But for now we just pretend”

I looked around and saw Zabdiel sitting down on one of the steps, patiently waiting for his part to come on as Christopher was now singing his verse. Not trying to make a high school musical reference here, but I need to get my head in the game.

She will randomly just pop up in my mind and make me miss her when I shouldn’t. I can’t be looking like a lost puppy up on stage while having our cncowners glance my way and wonder if I’m okay. I need to just focus on giving out an amazing performance for our fans.

We continued singing and practicing our dance routines until we were granted some time to ourselves. I walked around the stage as I could hear the rest of my bandmates talking and Christopher laughing up a storm. I have an idea of how I can somehow apologize to her without mentioning her name through the power of music. I just have to go over this with the guys first and really talk about how I can do this. “Hey, Richard?” I called out as he turned around to look at me. “Yeah?”

“Can I talk to you about something?” He nodded and walked my way. “Sure, what’s up?”

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(Y/N)’s P.O.V.

“So, what do you think?” Johann asked me. “I.. I really don’t know about this.” I wrapped my arms around myself as I thought about his idea. “My acting skills are not the best.” I chuckled as he took my hands into his own and smiled. “Oh c’mon.” He laughed. “I’m not gonna judge you. Just think of this as like… a fun activity for us to do together that will just so happen to be posted on my YouTube channel.”

“With this song that you picked?” I asked. “It’s just a song, (Y/N). I’m not asking you to sing, just act..” I sighed and looked at anywhere but him. I still think about what could’ve happened if I had made it just in time before Joel left. Johann told me that he couldn’t wait for me and left without another word, but somehow I don’t fully believe him.

I saw how Joel was days before he left – he was begging on his knees… and Johann told me that he didn’t want much to do with me anymore when we ate breakfast together that morning. I wondered why he was there, but I guess it made sense as the two of them are friends and he wanted to see him one last time before he left.

“Please? It’s so difficult to find somebody else on a short notice and you’re already here..” He smiled once more as I thought about it. It shouldn’t be all that  bad, right? This could maybe be fun, considering what the song he’s singing is all about. Being with him has helped a little with forgetting about my broken heart, but it’s time to finally forget about him. I can’t stay stuck on Joel forever.

“Okay..” I nodded my head. “I’ll do it. It’s just acting, right?” He clapped his hands and smiled at me. “Of course. Alright, let’s get this started. I owe you so much for this!”

~~

“Wow, look at you.” I chuckled as Johann came out with a jacket on and spun around, showing off the article of clothing. “Ah, muy guapo, eh?” He smiled as we stood in a hot pink LED lit room as we waited for instructions for the video.

“Again, thank you so much for this. It means a lot.” He said. “Hey, it’s no problem. I’m just happy to help out a friend.” I gave him a side smile as I fixed my hair. “We’ve already run through with you what we’re gonna do, it’s really simple.” I nodded at the cameraman and moved my hair off to the side, clearing my throat. “I got it.”

Soon after a couple of minutes, the music started playing and we both got into character. I turned around to look at him as he smiled at me, slowly walking my way. There’s 3 different scenes that have to be done and I’m in only 2 of them. This is a whole new territory for me because I’ve personally have never been in a music video before. He continued lip syncing to me as we got closer and closer.

“Great, now bring your hand up and – that’s it!” I brought my hand up and slowly slid my fingers down his chest, slightly opening up his jacket, revealing his skin to me as I slowly looked up at him. This actually became a lot more sensual than I thought it would just looking up at him. It’s been a few months and it hurts a little less whenever I think about Joel, but it’s not completely gone. I guess Johann is doing a pretty good job at keeping my thoughts occupied with something else.

“Spin her around.” The director yelled over the music as Johann took my hand in his and slowly twirled me around. I laughed and tried to keep my mind off of the last time I danced with Joel. Stop thinking about him, (Y/N), It’s over.

He stood behind me and brought his hands down to my waist, keeping me there as he buried his face in my hair. I leaned my head slightly to the side and smiled. It’s a little awkward just having people off to the side just watching us, but at the same time, it was pretty fun and interesting to see a little side of his world.

I was pushed up against a wall, my left arm in the air as he brought his head down close to my neck as I chuckled. His breath against me tickled as I looked off to the side. I know it’s been a couple of months, but every once in a while, I’ll hear Joel’s song on the radio or on my playlist pop up and all those memories will come rushing back into my mind as I thought about what if.

Before I knew it, we were finished with the first scenes of the video and had to get started on part two. It’s time I start to get over Joel, it’s been a little while now.

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I leaned against the brick wall as Johann stood a couple of feet ahead of me. I’m still not quite sure how I feel about him lip syncing this song to me, but it’s too late now to back out of it. I soon heard the music playing and immediately got into character. I walked past him on the concrete street, pretending to mind my own business as he walked closer to me with a cocky smirk on his face.

He grabbed onto my hand as I pulled away, moving a strand of hair away from my face as I looked at him. He kept his gaze on mine as he slowly walked closer to me until my back was against the brick wall before I pushed him away from me. This is a slight contrast to how the first scenes with him went.

We stood next to each other as I pretended to be hurt as he raised his eyebrow and smirked, following me as I slowly walked in front of him. I don’t quiet know why he chose me to be in this video with him, the song is literally kind of throwing Joel under the bus.

I turned to face him as he held reached for my hand and led us into a slow dance as I smiled at him. I’ve never been apart of a music video before, but so far this is actually pretty fun. He’s not that bad looking, now that I’m actually really looking at him, but I don’t think I see him as anything other than a friend.

My back was against the brick wall as he leaned one of his arms above my head and looked down at me. He continued lip syncing the lyrics to me until he slowly brought his head down. I could feel his breath against my lips and wondered if he was actually gonna go through with it until I heard someone yell cut. Johann pulled away and gave me a smile, taking my hands in his. “All that’s left is my part.” He chuckled as my face must’ve been a little red.

I know we’re not together anymore, but it just felt like I was cheating or something. Like I was cheating on my heart, on my feelings I still have for him. “Come on, let’s go get a bite to eat. We won’t start on my little scene until later on. So in the meantime..” He fixed his hair and turned to me. “Let’s go pick up pizza for everyone. Don’t worry, someone already called it in. It’s our job to bring it back here.”

He held out his arm for me to take before I linked us together. “We’ll be back in 15.” Johann yelled out as we walked down the street to find a place to pick up some food. “What did you think?” He asked me. “Did you have fun?”

I chuckled and slowly nodded my head. “I have to say, it was more fun than I thought it would be.”

“I told you it wouldn’t be so bad.” We walked into a pizza restaurant that was close by and told them that we had already called in an order and were here to pick it up. “I know a lot of people think I’m not a good guy.” He spoke. “What do you mean?” I asked.

“What I mean is that all of Joel’s fans don’t think I’m good enough for him. They think that I’m riding on the back of his fame and that I’m not.. genuine or something.” He said. “Joel is my friend and I would never do anything to hurt him. Sure, being with him is starting to give myself a name, but not the one I’m hoping for.” I frowned as he continued. “I know you don’t really wanna talk about him, but I don’t want you to think the same thing they do. Am I a bad person for wanting to hang out with my friend?”

I shook my head. “No, of course not. Joel... is your friend who just so happens to be a celebrity. It’s not your fault for wanting to be with him and not get judged.”

“I guess being with him comes with some sort of price now, does it?” I slowly nodded. “I guess it does..” We waited a few more minutes until they handed us the box as I took out my wallet. “Nu – uh – uh, (Y/N). I got this.” Johann said as I shook my head.

“It’s fine, really. This is the least I could do since you let me be in your little music project. This is me saying thank you.” He smiled and pulled away. “If you insist.”

After we had brought the pizza back to the rest of Johann’s crew and ate, I decided that it was time for me to go on home and get some rest. “The video will be posted up soon, we just have to edit and fix some scenes but I’ll let you know when it’s up.” He smiled at me as he walked me to my car. “Okay, great. Thanks for letting me be a part of this project.”

“No, thank you  for agreeing to do this with me last minute.” He chuckled as I got to my car door. “Well, I uh guess I’ll see you later.” I said. He nodded and lifted one of my hands up to his lips and planted a small kiss on top. “I’ll see you later.” He smiled and backed away, letting me open up my door and getting inside. I strapped on my seatbelt and started my car.

Why did he do that? Where did that little kiss come from? I turned my head and waved bye to him through the window as I drove off. I had fun doing this, I’m not gonna lie, but being that close with him brought up a lot of confused feelings.

Next Chapter

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[ezpezlemonsquez]

Okay, so I've heard about that theory in which princess Yue was to be the Avatar but since Aang hadn't died but just had frozen himself, the cycle was somehow broken and that's why Yue was born so weak and had to be saved by the Moon Spirit. This actually gave me a fanfiction idea, so

in this concept Yue is Sokka and Suki's child, as Lu Ten is Mai and Zuko's. They spend a bit of their vacation at their houses in the Upper Ring of Ba Sing Se. Everything is peaceful. Everything is fine.

***

Lu Ten was screaming. He didn't have any control over his body, needless to say, his mind. He just wanted it to be over. Suddenly, he felt a gentle tug on his shoulder and he shuddered. Then he felt the second tug, a little bit more intense than the previous one.

"Lu" said someone with a really soft voice. "Lu, wake up."

So Lu Ten screamed for the last time and this time he immediately woke up and sat up on his bed. He was panting heavily, the sweat dripping off his body. At first he couldn't see anything. Only after a few breaths was his vision slowly getting better.

"Everything's alright, Lu." The same voice rang out again, finally letting Lu Ten fully get back to reality. It was kind of like his anchor and though he had sometimes heard it in his dreams, it had never been so clear before. Lu Ten blinked and he realised why this time it was different.

"Yue" he whispered and lied down again, utterly exhausted, as he saw his beautiful friend right in front of him. Her dark brown hair tickled his face when she leaned towards him to make sure he's awake. For real now. Lu Ten took one last deep breath and got up from the bed. He walked to the table and drank some water he'd prepared himself in a cup. The rest of it he spilled on his head. Yue came up to him and gently touched his shoulder.

"Everything alright?" she asked caringly. He nodded.

"Yeah" he answered, not being completely sure if he reassured her, or himself. "Yeah, everything's fine, it was just, uhm..."

Yue raised her eyebrow.

"A nightmare?"

"No, no, I don't have nightmares, no." He forced a laugh.

"Right" snorted Yue. "You know, you may be one really powerful firebender but that doesn't make you any truthbender."

"You say so?"

"I literally heard you screaming, Lu Ten. I woke you up."

The boy shrugged his shoulders.

"Maybe you needed something?" he suggested and he suddenly realised something. "Wait a second, why were you even here?"

Yue seemed a bit confused for a moment.

"Uhm, I heard your scream" she answered finally, trying to be convincing. "I walked in to make sure you're not in any trouble. As always."

"Very funny, Yu. You were saying something about being a truthbender...?" he said, as if he was wondering.

"Excuse me, I'm the daughter of Sokka and Suki, I was basically born with the power of truthbending. Gotta have a talent, you know?" she said jokingly, throwing her hair behind her back.

"Yeah, of course. Come on, Yue, what were you doing outside this late?" He nudged her teasingly. "Perhaps a date or something? You know, holiday fling?" He insinuated, while feeling a bit of jealousy that she actually might have confirmed.

"I wish." She winced. "I... I was, uhm, kind of having nightmares myself" she admitted finally. "I woke up and I decided to take a walk. Moon soothes me."

Lu Ten's face changed immediately.

"Yue, I'm sorry." He shook his head. "I didn't mean to..."

"It's fine, really. Now come, you want to take a walk with me?" She held out the hand to him. He smiled.

"Sure. Let me just put on some shirt."

She nodded. After a while, they were walking by calm, peaceful streets of the Upper Ring of Ba Sing Se. Neither of them was saying anything, they just walked silently, hand in hand, being happy of each other's presence. They stopped at the fountain. It was a clear, warm night, so they took off their shoes and sat down, letting their feet dip into water. They were sitting silently until Lu Ten spoke up.

"It's a beautiful moon."

Yue smiled.

"Yeah, it really is. You know, my dad used to tell me the history of a girl from the Northern Water Tribe. She was a princess, actually. She was beautiful, and kind, and very brave, because when the time came, she was ready to sacrifice her life to become the Moon Spirit. I was named Yue after her."

"Did your parents know her?"

"My dad, yeah. They seemed to have been pretty close, you should've heard how he talked about her."

"Yeah, listen, from what I've been told, you should've seen my granduncle's face when my parents told him I was gonna be named after his son. Apparently, he cried so much. My father told not once that it was the least he could do for him for... well, everything."

"General Iroh was more like a father to your dad than Ozai, wasn't he?"

"He was." Lu Ten nodded. "He still is."

Yue looked up at the moon, thinking.

"You want to tell me about this nightmare that's bothering you?" asked Lu Ten softly. Yue sighed.

"This dream it... It comes back to me every full moon. But please, don't laugh, okay?" She looked at him pleadingly, with a weak smile.

"I won't, I promise."

"Okay, so, in this dream... I am about to become the Avatar. I can feel it's a great power, so I'm preparing myself to take it in. I'm waiting and waiting and it exhausts me but I reassure myself that once I take in the Avatar's powers, all my strengths will come back to me three times as great. And suddenly, something happens. Light blinds me, but no new strengths came. Instead, I'm just getting weaker and weaker. I don't know what's happening, but I can barely breathe. It's like, the circle has been broken and I don't know what to do. I try to scream but I can't even open my mouth. It's... it's horrifying." Tears appeared in Yue's eyes. She lowered her voice to whisper and she just looked at her hands. "I'm dying" she said barely audibly. Lu Ten didn't say anything. He took her hand and gently stroked it. He wanted to remind her she didn't have to be scared, because he was there. He wouldn't let anything bad happen to her.

"Anyway" she said after a while, when she managed to collect herself. "That's when I wake up." She looked at him with a sour smile. "Every time. No sooner, no later. I don't know what it means, so."

"Have you told about it anyone?" he asked, moving closer to her. She laughed quietly.

"No, absolutely not. And I forbid you to."

"Okay, no worries, just... I want to help you."

"I know, but please, don't tell anyone. I'll manage. So, you wanna share your dream now?" she asked immediately, trying to escape from the uncomfortable subject. Lu Ten let go of Yue's hand and smiled sourly.

"My dream is strictly connected with this city" he started. "I'm in Ba Sing Se but this isn't, you know, our Ba Sing Se. I'm in the Fire Nation's Army uniform. I have my own unit under command. It isn't big but I feel like it's great anyway. I know I trust these people. And suddenly, we begin to fight. At first, we win. We're going further and further into the town and I feel I'm on a tear, so I don't stop. Somebody's shouting my name but I ignore it. I run and I fight. I shout I don't need any more people, I'm calling off the reinforcements. Everything's great. But then I'm trapped. Earthbenders, more than I can possibly take, surround me. It's just me, my whole unit has suddenly disappeared. I try to fight them but I can't hold off them all. Nevertheless, I don't call for help. I just... try to take down these people. They're an obstacle. Someone shoots me, so I scream. I feel warmth of my blood. My vision blurs. I give more shots, and I get the same amount at me. Finally, I collapse. In my head there's just granduncle's song. It bores into my mind, I can't think of anything else, I can't hear anything but this song. It's more powerful than any thought, any sound I try to focus on. It hurts more than my wounds. So I scream. And I scream again and again, until I can't scream anymore." He looked at Yue seriously. "I'm dying, too" he whispered. Yue didn't say anything. She just moved closer and hugged him. He hugged her even tighter. The tears started to fall down their cheeks. They were both crying, because that felt like the only right thing to do.

"Don't tell anyone" whispered Lu Ten after a while.

"I won't" promised Yue.

They sat there, hugging each other, for a long time. They barely moved. Then Lu Ten cleared his throat and slightly moved away.

"We should go back home."

Yue nodded, sniffling.

"Yeah. Yeah, we should."

"I bet granduncle Iroh could make us some soothing tea, if you'd like."

"I would love to, but tomorrow, okay? We'll go to The Jasmine Dragon."

"Okay. Come on, I'll walk you." He held out his hand. Yue took it without hesitation.

"Thanks" she said quietly, smiling weakly. They didn't talk on their way back home. They really didn't feel like it. When they arrived at Yue's home, she hesitated.

"What is it?" asked Lu Ten.

"Actually... uhm..." She looked at him awkwardly, then she shook her head. "You know what, never mind."

"No, tell me, what's wrong?"

"I was gonna ask you, since I won't be getting much sleep tonight, if you wanted to keep me company" she admitted, smiling. "But then I figured you'd probably want to catch even a few hours of sleep."

"Actually, no, not at all. And I'd rather sit silently with you than alone, so." He smiled. "I would love to keep you company."

She looked at him gratefully and open the door. They sat on the carpet, near each other, trying not to fall asleep. But after a while they didn't even realise they did. They were sitting, leaning back against the wall, Yue's head resting on Lu Ten's shoulder and his head resting on hers. And when they were together, no more nightmares bothered either of them that night.

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[ianthedisastrous]

Write your RPer Resolutions for 2021! (What are some goals for yourself as a writer? Improve descriptions? Plot with more members? Etc.)

Plotting! Mostly for Edward because the boy needs more to do! He's got an entire life to learn how to live. But, admittedly I have a habit of having two or three threads for a character at a time, which works best for me so far as my plot-intensive habits but not so great at interacting with a wide range of characters. I need to figure out a good midpoint because I have a lot plotted but I'm usually waiting to actually start things.

Win that battle with events. Because the truth is about 70% of my event threads become full fledged discord threads that keep going for weeks after the event. Probably need to work on focusing on specific plans for events in discord rather than scattering myself too much. It's more fun that way but I'm playing catch up a lot after the fact. And while I don't mind that, it probably gets things hung up for other people?

Meet the newer people! I'm slacking a bit on this and need to plot with several of them. Not for lack of wanting to, more for, again, that I have that determination to focus on a handful of threads at a time. Which is fine, except that with the sheer amount of characters in the RP it's going to take me years at this rate to make connections with them. So new people! Focus on them!

Write at least one resolution, or “goal,” that you have as an RPer for your character(s)

Ian: My earnest child, my endearing, emotional, confused boy. How I adore him. How much I put him through some real hell. But the next year is all about Ian growing up some, figuring out what he wants and trying to weed out some of the static of expectations on him. Also very much about him reaffirming his place in relationships, friendships and just with people in general.

I keep mentioning magic so that's a goal; he doesn't like it but he has to learn. And with so many new and upcoming magic connections possible it's the perfect chance to shake up his stubbornness.

Teach this boy how to stop being a hazard on social media. He doesn't even try to cause problems! But every time Ian does anything on Twitter he manages to start an argument - honestly his snarking with Tony doesn't even count but everyone else? Why are you such an instigator Ian! His social media skills are hilariously messy and he's so much with a screen to hide behind. Among Us is a whole other area too. Ian is always in the middle of some bizarre online drama and I love it...but somebody take his phone away though, please.

Edward: My over the top, entranced, confused child. He's so much fun, just so much everything. He's also blindly in motion right now and that's normal for him but not helpful. He's got plots for a job lined up, a few missteps along the way and a lot of the excessive sort of drive he tackles everything with.

I've got to get this boy to slow down a little, he's enjoying it all but responsibility is something Edward struggles with and that's a battle worse than dragons and curses he's going to have to face down.

Write at least one resolution IN CHARACTER for your characters. What do THEY want to accomplish or change in the New Year?

Ian: Struggling to come to terms with his own missteps in understanding himself. Fear has led him to hiding even being an elf and the next year he's determined to reconnect with that, even as nervous as he is to approach the idea of exposure given his childhood being so riddled with prejudice. The way he's handled some things have been wrong and he's starting to reach the emotional maturity to understand that.

Edward: As hilariously weird as it is? Edward is determined to learn enough about modern fashion to not require poor Barbie to pick out all his clothes. He feels bad asking her to basically dress him for every event. As much as he appreciates it he really does want to learn to do these things by himself.

List one or more characters you have never interacted with that you would like to do so.

Everyone my boys haven't met? Can I say that?

I guess more specifically? Ian needs to meet some of the more seasoned sorcerers out there, and I'd love for him to meet Howl because only knows of him but still finds him so intimidating. Ha.

Edward needs to meet more Magicks! He is fascinated by magic so he is very curious. I'd actually like for him to meet Marlin, because...fae and that's something Edward hasn't realized is real yet, and that man would probably find him frustrating. Same thing for Jun; really need to see Edward asking poor Jun a million questions around the market.

Plotting Exercise! Pick one of the resolutions/goals in #2 and plan a rough guide outlining it. 

Vanessa's less than helpful (but admittedly effective) attempt to teach Ian what should be a simple spell.

Ian's complaints over his lack of ability to control magic gains the attention of Vanessa, who still is confused over his odd regents.

Vanessa convinces him (a bit forcefully) to let her show him a simple spell. Her end goal of course is bringing this weird boy into the coven she's building but first things first, right?

After demonstrating, several times, a basic telekinetic motion spell - Ian assures her that telekinesis is in fact where most of his magic lies - she urges him to try.

None of his attempts go anywhere. Literally. The glass he's supposed to be moving off the table in the common area outside the dorms where they've opted to practice this spell in doesn't move an inch.

Vanessa gets progressively more frustrated. Ian just stresses worse, leaving them both at a standstill. This becomes an ongoing project; day after day for weeks. No foreseeable end in sight.

Finally, a few weeks in, Vanessa hits a breaking point and can't help but yell at him over it, setting off a panic attack and, amusingly, causing his magic to flare defensively; the lash of it knocks the table across the room. The glass still doesn't move, aside from falling to the ground.

But it's close enough to a victory and Vanessa appoints herself to helping Ian with his ongoing magic studies, much to the inward dismay of Ian himself. But she isn't going to let him slink out of it.

Ian reluctantly adds yet another person 'helping' him to the list of ones who really do mean well but also kinda exhaust him.

#bdrptask #Was real tired when I wrote this so it's probably weird

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✶march 13, 2021✶

It's alright, I'm right here

Why did you choose me? \ You know very well why Y/N

I can do it myself

I'm a monster \ no you're not

Please hold me

I'm begging you please don't lock yourself in your room

Give me one single fucking reason why I shouldn't leave

That wasn’t a question

Don't listen to them

Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that

I don't care what they think, to me, you are perfect.

You don't have to be alone

This is illegal

Your tutor is pretty hot

Why have you been so secretive lately?

I think we should take a break

How come you're the only one that can see me?

I just wanted to hear your voice

I'm not helping you babysit

Did we sleep together?

If you don't do it I will?

You're scared? Really?

This place is abandoned, don't worry

This was a stupid idea

This is crazy..none of this is real

You need to believe me, please!

Close the door

It’s three in the morning

I should have told you a long time ago

Why are you helping me?

You're in love with her

We could get arrested to this

Love is overrated

Watch me

I've missed this

Was it all a lie?

This is all your fault

Are you happy now? Huh? Does this make you happy?

Maybe I'm meant to be alone

Did it ever occur to you that I'm hurting too?

You said that you'd always be there for me. What happened?

I'm sorry what are you saying? I keep getting lost in your eyes

If I ever see you anywhere near her, you'll have to deal with me

Is that a challenge

Get behind me now!

Here I have an extra weapon

You scared the shit out of me, I'm never letting you go

I am not jealous

I think I love you

Don't be silly I want to stay up with you

How about a kiss?

Dance with me!

We’d make a cute couple

Do you trust me?

if you don't want to talk about what happened, then say so. Don't just lie and say it's fine.

Stop staring at me

I said I don't know anything

You don’t think its a bit much

Call me one more time to see what happens

Put some clothes on for the love of god

Can you just give me a hug? Just once?

That was the last time. Im serious this time

It’s pitch black in here and I can see you're blushing

Am I supposed to be scared of you?

I want to take a shower so you should probably join me. It'll save water

You're just not the same anymore

It's midnight where the hell are you

What the hell if your problem

Why do you run away from all your problems?

You can't keep it all inside you know? Bottling it up won't do you any good

Hey I know you're hurting but you're not alone okay

I'm sorry I gave you the wrong impression

You can't just lose your temper like this every time you get a bit upset

Calm down you're scaring me

Don't look at me like that

Were you ever going to tell me?

Sorry doesn't fix everything

I loved you first

You broke my heart

I was alone

We have to stop

You left me

I can't do this anymore

Your hair is really soft after you wash it

Shh stop fussing I’m just braiding your hair

Would it be alright if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you

If you steal the blankets I am going to put my cold feet on you

Here let’s share the blanket

You Are comfy

You are my new pillow

But I want to hear you sing

We can talk over dinner

Don't get up I’ll do it

Stargazing was a good idea

I'll be here to protect you

It’s okay I couldn't sleep anyway

I heard you talking in your sleep

Your bedhead is really cute

I love your hugs

You mess with them you mess with me

I don't want to sleep alone tonight

I love you, you know that right

I'm Coming to get you to stay there

Okay so don't freak out but I got flour everywhere

Woah I never knew you had a tattoo

Stop moving

Im worried about you

What happened to you

You can't stay in bed all days 

You're a terrible liar

Don't act so innocent

Do you believe in soulmates?

What if something happens to you

Are you sure about this

I gotta say I’m a little surprised

I'm not a child

You're screwed

You called me to remember

Do you need to go to the hospital?

Sleep is for the weak

I don't like the way they look at you

I don't want to be friends

Let's get out of here

Maybe you should sit down

You're burning up

I've got your back

Walk it off

I wish I could sleep

I'm going back to bed

Your heart is pounding

It's too early for this

Get on your knees

I thought you said you knew where you were going? Yeah I lied

Shit you're freezing let's get you warmed up alright

What happened to me

Im not letting you sleep on the floor get up here

Everything I’ve done for you’s the only thing in the world that matters to me

Feel like another round?

You were great last night

Wow you look even better in daylight

My clothes look better on you than they do on me

I had no idea you were into that stuff glad I found out

You should play with my hair more

I don't remember ever having this many hickeys but I don't mind

I don't know your name but you can share it with me so I know what to scream this time

The fun doesn't have to end

I think I can convince you to stay

Are you even listening to me?

Leave right now

What more do you want?

I hate you

Can you just shut the fuck up already

What the hell is wrong with you

I can't do this anymore

Oh my god I don't care

That hurt you son of a bitch

Pack your shit and go. Get the fuck out of my sight

I can break your nose if I wanted 

Meet me on the bridge in an hour

No one needs to know

No one will ever hurt you again

None of that matters now

Oh my god! You're in love with her/him/them!

Please don't cry

Please don't leave

Please listen to me

Please say something

Promise me you won't let anything happen to him/her/them

Promise me you'll stay

Shit are you bleeding

Shut up and kiss me

Somebodies in love

Sorry I thought I was alone

Stop0 talking about love for a minute and help me with this bullet wound

Tell me a secret

You said you'd always be there for me so how did this happen why weren't you there for me

Did it occur to you that you're hurting me toto

We can be friends instead

I tried to move on but nobody is you

Does it look like I moved on

I don't remember a fight or a reason so what happened why did we make up

Can I at least buy you coffee for old time’s sake?

I can’t take large loneliness anymore

What are you talking about your married

I feel like everyone forgot I exist

I gave you a chance and you used it to stab me in the back

I've been alone for so long

But you promised

I think you'll be happy to know I’m not wearing any underwear

I want you right here right now

Isn't this illegal probably

You're really drunk right now. I don't think you're gonna remember any of this. Non im not drunk at all you're just blurry

I have a feeling we should kiss. Is that a good feeling or a bad feeling

I love the way your hand fits in mine

You can call me whenever you want. Even if you don't have a reason to

I'm bad  at calling first so I always ending up hoping you will

Wait don't pull away not yet

You look really cute in that sweater

No like it just I can’t believe you’re  actually wearing my clothes

God you always make me blush so damn much

You've been trying to get ready for like an hour and a half because I know you're going to look so good and I need to try and match up

The first second I saw you I couldn't get over how beautiful you were

I wanted to say I love you for the first time without stuttering but that failed

Could you hold my hand?

You can't leave without letting me hug you first

I really love holding you darling

As you're blushing like a rose

Your lips are really warm

I can't get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you're having breakfast with me in my seater

My friends get so annoyed by how much I talk about you sometimes

Wanna like I mean if you're not busy we should get lunch or even just coffee if you don't have a lot of time

Wow I didn't think you could make me smile this big

Quit smiling at me I can't stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that

Your hair is so soft

It's too cold come back

No im not letting you go it's too early to get out of bed

Care you can sit in my lap until I’m done working

Shh you're safe I won't let you go

I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified

I'm not going to leave you. You're never going to have to suffer by yourself again I promise

Look I know we don't know each other all that well but im still worried about you. No one deserves to be alone

If I could I would kiss away all your scars

I think I might be falling in love with you

Your lips are soft I could kiss them all-day

It's not bad to cry. In fact, I think it makes a stronger person

Mmm you're so warm

You're cute when your half asleep like this

Please talk to me about his

I would've had breakfast ready but you were sleeping on my arm and didn't want to wake you up

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High Society (The Reveal)

~A Tom Holland AU Series~

Tags: @imarypayne @sunshine112 @sleepwalkingdragon @supernatural-girl97 @vibhati123 @butithasntkilledyouyet @faefictions @carisi-sonny @trap-house-homiecide @shamelessbookaddict @tommydaspidey @oneblckcoffee

Warnings: In-detail depictions of death and murder, language warning, mentions of violence and gang crime.

Notes: Wow! It's finally here!!! I hope this reveal lives up to your expectations... I'm so nervous to post it ahhhh! Let me know allof your final thoughts...

~~~Wednesday 30th January 2019~~~

"-I am arresting you under suspicion of the murder of Imogen Clarke. You do not have to say anything but it may harm your defence if you do not mention something that you later rely on in court. Anything you do say may be given as evidence," Her voice is certain of every word and you swear for a moment you feel all hearts drop to the tiled floor. Going, going, gone.

~~~Friday 25th January 2019~~~

"Dad, please stop going on about it," You sigh, fixing the light curls of your hair for the millionth time, "Can I not just enjoy tonight? Or is that not allowed after the big sister reveal?"

Peter and Evan were stood in the doorway of your bedroom, clearly giving you extremely unimpressed looks about your decision to attend the Winter Ball.

"It's not just Imogen," Peter points out, nudging at his husband, "You know how we feel about that Thomas kid,"

You let out an exaggerated groan, turning around to face them, "Stop it! You're acting like he's completely destroying who I am. In fact, he's the only reason I actually want to be there tonight. I would be very happy to never have to see Imogen again. But I want to spend one last night at that school before you flip everything upside down again, okay?"

Your outburst was unexpected by all of you and your Dads are stunned into a welcomed silence, both of them looking at their baby girl with blinking eyes, refusing to believe that this school had changed her that much. But it had. And, of course, they wouldn't accept that. She was too pure to be tainted by the posh kids at that school.

"Tom's here," You sigh, more thankful than you'd be able to express to him. Turning quickly to check yourself in the mirror, you brush your hands cautiously over the material of your dainty dress, making sure the boxing gloves still hung right over your heart. You welcomed the nerves, it made this all feel like a real school dance - and not a shattering goodbye.

Tom was waiting at the door when you made your way down the stairs and the shine in his eyes made you instantly know you'd made the right choice with your dress. It was a dark sky blue colour and fell over the curves of your hips, cutting off at the point on your thighs where your stretch marks faded. His eyes echoed a mix of complete adoration and an utter surprise that you'd be the one he'd attend the ball with tonight.

"Hello stranger," He croaks out, quickly clearing his throat to try to avoid his cheeks growing too much of a pink glow.

"Hello, Thomas," You chuckle, realising just how much you'd missed that damn face.

He grabs your hand when you're just close enough to him and pulls you flush against his chest, "Do we really have to go to the ball? Can't we have our own party?"

You hum against his words, welcoming the hot air that they bathed your face in, "Maybe we could sneak a few moments to ourselves,"

"I know this is meant to be some big reunion or whatever but can we please get going?" Sam calls from his seat in the back of Tom's car, poking his head out from the open window.

You laugh and greet the twins who had opted to dress in matching suits for the night. Tom opened your door for you and, soon, the four of you were journeying towards school; still with the sickening feeling in your stomach that it would be your last time.

~~~

The school was electrified with a warm buzz, with all of your year filtering through the doors and welcoming the familiarity of chart songs blasting through the overhead speakers. Tom was greeted by everyone he walked past and he made sure to say hello to them all, still happy to take the title of King of this school. It was only when he saw Lily that he really had to force the 'nice boy' demeanour.

"It's nice to see you Lily," He smiles politely, twisting his hand in yours slightly as though he still needed to confirm you were there, "Did you have a good holiday?"

"Oh relax with the small talk," She rolls her eyes, "Talk to me when you've got rid of the downgrade, honey," Her lips press against his cheek in a bitter display of affection before she's strutting off with an excessive display of confidence.

You speak up before Tom can even try to apologise, "Let's get a drink, I think we might need something stronger than punch if we're going to make it through comments like that,"

His laugh is a sound you didn't realise you were missing as he willingly accepts you tugging him towards the refreshments stand where Noah and Z are visible.

"Well hello, stars of the show," Noah wiggles his brows at the two of you, handing over a cup of fruit punch to Sam who had walked over too.

"Hey guys," You grin, reaching over to get two cups for you and Tom, "Did you have a good holiday?"

All of you engage in relaxed small talk until the sound of the microphone cracking makes everyone's eyes divert toward the stage.

Mrs Osterfield took her position behind the microphone and cleared her throat. It was only then that everyone else joined you: Harrison, Lily, Harry, Noah, Zendaya, Sam, Imogen, Tom and you.

"Well, you all look beautiful tonight guys and I'm glad we can all be here to celebrate together. Something I've really noticed about this group is the community spirit - you are all one big team and that's something that you should really embrace-" She continues with her speech about how brilliant you all were before the lights dim in the sports hall and you're all left in a strange, prolonged darkness.

It is only then that something flashes. You can't help but divert your eyes to Zendaya and Noah, both hiding a deep pride for all of this, clearly being at the heart of the plan. You go back to reading the words spilling across the electronic screen.

'We were all told this term to expose something about ourselves and about each other. But it's time we expose something about the school we're relying on for our futures. How about them completely dismissing everything fucked up that's going on in our year? The manipulation of their teachers by eighteen year old students. The manipulation of other students by people forcing them into twisted relationships,'

Everybody in your group looks to Imogen who is red with a burning fury.

'We're living in a fucked up school. And Lily, Imogen, all of you, this is where it stops,"

The lights don't come back on but the chatter of every student in here is enough to cover any need for illumination. Enough had already been seen. And, in the blue light glow of the enlarged screen, you watch Imogen storm away from the crowd. When you glance back up, Zendaya and Noah have disappeared into the crowd and it is too dark to see where they've gone.

You find yourself following the focus of the recent exposure and you finally catch up with Imogen at the stairs.

"Imogen," You start, watching as she pauses in her high-heeled steps on the inclined floor.

"Did you set this up? Was this all you?" She questions, clearly not holding enough respect for you to justify her making any eye contact.

"No, god, no. I had no idea," You respond.

It felt strange to be seeing her now, not just as the bitch Imogen but as a girl you had spent your first moments as the sibling of. The girl you had the potential to grow up to want to be just like.

"Then what do you want? Are you here for an apology or something?" It is only now that she turns round, arms folded and looking in all ways dissimilar from you. Maybe you were thankful for that - her beauty held a chilling sin.

"I found something out over Christmas and I think it's important that you know," You begin, wrapping your hands around each other to express your nerves without trembling onto the ground.

"Well? Spit it out,"

"You're my sister," You manage to finally release, the words feeling sickening to be directed at someone you wanted to completely despise.

The look on her face was one you were all too knowing to not expect. A mocking smirk and the delicate release of a pathetic laugh.

"What the fuck is that meant to mean?" She scoffs, stepping one stair closer to you.

"What I just said. I was ado-" You begin but she is quick to cut you off, stepping so close that you could see every particle of her makeup.

"Oh, honey, don't act like there's some familial bond between us," She lets out an exasperated laugh, "Because, sis, I'm pretty sure family wouldn't be willing to help somebody steal from me,"

You're sure it is audible when your words clatter against the floor, echoing irritatingly through mocking halls.

"Don't test me, (Y/N)," She shakes her head, "And don't ever assume we're family, darling,"

And then she's gone, leaving you at the bottom of these stairs, sure that you were going to wake up in any moment. Nothing.

You're not sure how long you stay there, sitting against the cold stairs, until someone is there to greet you.

The familiar aftershave of Tom's wraps around you like a blanket as his arms hold your waist with a relieving comfort.

"So I lost everyone at the party, I literally couldn't find anyone," He comments, a harmless remark for now.

Tom pulls himself closer to you, his head only inches from yours.

"Is this our chance to get away?" He mumbles, breath hot as his lips brush your ear.

Tom needs no reply as he pulls you through the corridors and out through the doors towards the swimming pool.

"Tom," You hiss but you can't say anything more as you feel your back press against the harshness of the cold wall tiles. It forces you to let out an involuntary squeak that is instantly silenced by Tom's lips on yours.

You melt into the contact that you had been missing for weeks and forget all about the rest. It was just him.

When he pulls away, his forehead is on yours and his nose bumps subconsciously with yours, "(Y/N)," He begins, welcoming the breathless nature of his words, "I know. I know your parents want you to leave. And I know you're going to leave after tonight," His confession feels like you've just been hit against the tiled wall once again, forceful and unforgiving.

"I-" You start, "How did you find out?"

"I knew your Dads were still debating it so I found Evan's number and I spoke to him whilst you were away," You find yourself gripping onto him a little tighter as he speaks, "I pleaded with him for ages to try to get you to stay. But he said the only way you'd ever be able to carry on here would be if you separated yourself from everyone who's had a bad impact on you. From me,"

"Tom I'm not staying here if-"

"I also knew that would be your response. So, I want to spend this one last weekend with you and then we'll decide your fate after that. We'll decide if you stay or go. But, let's just get away for a weekend," His positive encouragement is enough to make you want to agree wholeheartedly.

"Okay," You whisper and his face brightens enough to make your dark surroundings feel blinding.

"Then let's go, you know what your parents are like. They wouldn't want you to step a foot out of here with me," He points out, his hand gripping yours with more certainty than ever.

Tom goes to pull you away and it is in that moment that everything just stops. The shattering blow was an unmistakable sound and so was the ear bursting thud that followed. And, then, a stumbling silence.

"What wa-" Tom begins but he sees the way your eyes glaze over. The way your hand falls out of his and the way he's sure your heart audibly stops. It is only then that his eyes follow yours, tracing the invisible path to where you couldn't bare to rip your gaze from.

Unmistakable.

You could see how their hands were trembling, and how the trophy fit into them with a deathly uncertainty, a foreign power. Their eyes held a fury that was washed over with a sheer shock at what their own actions had just caused. And their stumbling feet told you that their mind still hadn't processed what their instincts had just caused.

"No," Tom shakes his head, feet chasing after the scene like they'd run fast enough to rewind it, "No, no, no, no,"

It was as clear as day in the dim setting. Her body, unforgivingly lifeless in the scarlet pooling of her once rushing blood. Her eyes, fluttered shut to echo a false hope that she was peaceful, only to be shattered by the ragged wound across her styled hair.

"What have you done?" Tom yells, his eyes diverting around every single feature of this mess.

The trophy clattered to the floor in another bone shuddering clash. And you could see how their hands trembled, a vision of thankfulness for the power they were able ro release from grip.

"She- she knew too much," They stumbled over the words like it wasn't their mouth saying them and it wasn't their hands that had just stopped all knowledge she could have held.

It was in that moment you could see how unreal this all seemed to Tom. In front of him was no longer a person he knew. It was a person he was sure he never wanted to meet. Because, behind trembling hands and crying eyes, there was someone who had just killed another. A murderer. His brother.

"She knew about the gang, and she knew about the pregnancy test," He shakes and the movement is recognisable in his fearful words, "And then I heard her talking to you (y/n), she knew about the necklace and us and Harrison,"

Tom can't possibly rip his eyes away from the boy in front of him but you know he's wishing he could be anywhere else. That he could wake up and have his younger brother again, and not this tainted form of the boy he once was.

"Okay, you need to get out of here," You nod, certain of your unsure words, "Go through the back alley to your house and stay there until we tell you to come back. We'll just say you didn't feel well and you came back once you heard something had happened,"

He looks at you and his eyes are blurring with a terrified haze.

"Tom, me and you need to go. We'll go to the gym and just say that we went there after the whole fiasco at the ball to spend some time together. Nobody will question it," You say to him and it is only then that he makes eye contact with you.

"Tom, am I going to prison?" The younger holland brother asks, and it is only then that he truly starts to cry.

"Hey, hey," Tom steps over to him and grips his shoulders, "You're my brother. I'd do anything for you. That's what it means to be a Holland, okay Harry?"

And then he's running.

You force yourself with everything to look down at the lifeless body. The dried blood that stained her hair and trailed down her face. It all felt too gone. Like she'd been gone for far too long.

"We need to get rid of that fucking trophy," You mention and you're sure that everything around you is spinning apart from that blood soaked weapon.

"T-Tom?"

Both of you look up to see Sam stood frozen in the doorway of the swimming pool, looking between you and Tom like he wanted to run as far away from you as possible.

"Sam, buddy, we need you to do something," Tom states, "I need you to take that trophy, go out the back door, and get it as far away from here as possible,"

Sam can't help but listen to the words of his brother, whom he was willing to trust with his life.

"It was Harry, wasn't it?" He says as his hands grasp the cold, twisted metal of the trophy.

"Now's not the time," Tom replies, still refusing to confirm it yet, "Get out of here, go!"

It is as soon as his brothers are out of here that you see Tom decline. He runs his hands through his hair and you're sure he can feel everything around him crumbling.

"Babe, come on, we can't stay here," You grab at his hand and start pulling him toward the door, wanting to get as far away from the scene as your mind would let you run.

And the two of you set off like there's a fire at your heels. But what really chased at your escape was much worse than any fire could muster. It was the glass eyes of your blood relation, at the cold hands of Tom's own brother.

You're sprinting down the corridor behind Tom and watch as his hands tug at the tie around his neck, throwing it's silk to the floor in an absentminded throw. The restriction in his chest was impossible to stop.

And you were running - away from a fate that was far too sickening to fathom.

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