#went from being fucking ecstatic to never opening disney+ ever again

[blackhillverse]

tell me i’m not the one who stopped watching that damn show after they killed my maria hill LMAO

#like #i dont even think about it #i randomly remember its airing whenever i open this hellsite and get gifs thrown into my face #i used to be excited for the mcu shows #even for ones about character’s i didnt really paid attention to #but this one??? #went from being fucking ecstatic to never opening disney+ ever again #if maria comes back i will watch it #but other than that… nope #maria hill #secret invasion #marvel #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #moira speaks

[fangirlovestuff]

Going Public - Chris Evans x reader

a/n - hey lovely people!!! i’m sorry for the lack of updates on here, i’ve just been occupied with life lately and haven’t been able to write properly in a while. but here’s this headcanon idea i just had to write:) i missed writing so much, but i can’t say i’m gonna go back to updating frequently yet, so i hope you enjoy this<3 

Summary: you and chris were keeping your relationship private, and when you finally decide to go public there’s a particular post that catches your eye... (it’s scott’s, and he’s a goofball).

Warnings: none:)) it’s just a really fluffy fic

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when chris asked you out, you were ecstatic

but, you did have one request

no publicity

you were a normal girl, and you wanted a normal life, no paparazzi harassing you or jealous women talking shit about you on the internet

and chris had absolutely no problem with that

in fact, he was happy you asked him to try and keep it quiet, since he's such a private person as well

and surprisingly enough, it worked really well

you rarely went on fancy dates, and if you did chris would call ahead and ask they respect your privacy

sure, you couldn't go to bars, or festivals, or shows, and you did feel like you were missing out sometimes

but not really

you and chris were both more introverted, homebodies, and you were both extremely content with just staying at home, or going to the occasional escape room double date with scott and his boyfriend

(you all got progressively more and more competitive with each one, trying to solve them in less and less time, but it was really fun)

it worked so well and for so long, you and chris had just sunken into that comfort zone so much and you were now getting married, without the world knowing

the option of going public with your relationship didn't even come up when you got engaged

chris was happy with it, because he got to keep you all to himself, but mostly because he knew how much you didn't want to go public and how happy you were being a part of his life without the craziness of hollywood

but now, when you were coming back home from your honeymoon, you couldn't help but wonder if that was the right thing to do

sure, you didn't want your potential kids growing up in the limelight

but you also didn't want them to miss out on stuff because of you

plus, you were ready, have been for a while

it couldn't be something you maintained forever, that just wasn't realistic, and that fact that no one found out in the last 3 years was pretty much a miracle

and when you talked about it with chris, he agreed

so, the next week, you both posted the same picture to your social media, tagging each other

it was a beautiful picture from your wedding, slow dancing and gazing lovingly into each other's eyes

it was cheesy, but you both loved it 

your accounts were still private, and you were keeping it that way, but chris' fans would know

and so will the rest of the world

chris squeezed your hand reassuringly, and you pressed the post button in unison

you had the urge to throw your phone across the room so you wouldn't see it again, but you took a deep breath, shut it down, and put it away on the table

chris pulled you into a tight hug

"i can't believe we finally did it," you chuckled into his chest as his arms pulled you impossibly closer

"i can't believe i'm gonna have to share my beautiful wife with the rest of the world from now on," you could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke softly

indeed, as you lifted your head to meet his gaze, a soft smile was drawn across his face

you leaned your chin on his chest and looked up at him

"i love you," you said.

"i love you too," he pressed a soft kiss onto your lips, "now do you wanna watch a movie?"

you both didn't look at your phones until the next day

you received hundreds of messages from colleagues, acquaintances who didn't know you well enough and had just found out

you replied to some, and then logged onto instagram

you felt like a kid watching a scary movie, covering their eyes with their hands but leaving room between their fingers to see it anyways

the first thing you saw was chris' post

he posted it with the caption "my everything" and a blue heart

you couldn't resist the temptation and scrolled through some of the comments, and to your relief most of them were supportive or surprised

"cHRISTOPHER WHAT THE FUCK"

"jahfbsapf😭"

"how the hell did he get a wife,,, what"

"okay but he literally married a disney princess LOOK AT HER"

"she's living the dream omg"

you chuckled at the last two

at that moment, chris came up behind you, nuzzling his face into your neck

"good morning," your smiled, turning your head to peck his lips

"morning," he smiled. "have you seen scott's one yet?"

"oh, did he comment? i didn't-"

"oh no, he made a whole post," he chuckled.

you shook your head and opened your phone again, looking up scott's instagram, and sure enough there was a new post

"since these dorks are done being stealthy, i figured i'd share some of my favorite pics of my favorite sister-in-law and my brother whom she so magnificently tamed😜. i love you guys, congrats💖"

you giggled as you read the caption, and only then your eyes lifted to the first photo

it was of you and chris in a halloween party, wearing, how could you not, a disney couples costume

chris was looking at you with a smile, his cheeks slightly tinted, probably from the beers he had that night, while your head was thrown back in laughter

you remembered that night, mostly because of the ridiculous amount of candy you and chris devoured and it made you feel bad until the next morning (still worth it though), but you didn't remember that this picture existed  

the next one was a selfie you, chris, and dodger had sent them one afternoon, just because it was so darn cute

dodger was licking your cheek, and you and chris were both laughing

the next was another pic you didn't know he had taken, of the both of you when you were all at a picnic

you were leaning back against chris' chest, and he was pointing at something outside of the picture, gentle smiles on your faces

the next was one of the both of you at your wedding, but it wasn't the nice one of you and chris slow dancing

because scott clearly couldn't leave it at that

it was a picture from later that night, as was seen by your hair, which was more tousled, and it was a picture of you raising your hand high and twirling chris around, clearly laughing

the last one was a picture that was taken in lisa's house, where you were both sitting on the couch

one of chris' hands was on the back, holding you, and the other was on his chest, his face thrown back on laughter

it was the look in your eyes though, that made a grin spring onto your face

because you looked exactly how you felt

so completely in love with this puppy of a man

you felt chris smile behind you

"awww, look at your face," he said, "you like meee," he drawled teasingly

"well, i did marry you," you shrugged, feigning indifference.

he kissed your nose, "i like you too."

"gross," you scrunched your nose at him before you both erupted into laughter

and you at that moment, you truly knew you did the right choice

because everything was okay, and you knew as long as you had chris by your side, it's always going to be

he's the person who made you feel safe, loved

and that was never going to change, no matter what

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tell me your thoughts!! till next time lovelies<3

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[tommysparker]

Good For You

Peter Parker x Reader

A/N: I dunno how I really feel about this one...but there will be a part 2! Inspired by “Good For You” from the musical Dear Evan Hansen, give it a listen and enjoy :)

Warnings: just pure angst, reader is disappointed but not surprised, and also # done

Six times. 

Six times he’s canceled plans last minute. 

And that’s just this month, so far. 

You were happy for him, honestly, you were. But had you known his newfound fame would have cost you hours of waiting, hours of your life that you will never get back, just to end up looking like a fool as you leave the restaurant, you probably would have re-thought some decisions. 

“Hi! This is Peter Parker, leave a--”

You sighed in frustration, tossing your phone and keys on the couch as you kicked off your shoes and shut the door to the apartment. Thankfully, your parents weren’t home so you had time to release some stress and anger. 

Dropping yourself onto the cushions, you grabbed the TV remote and pressed the on-button, hoping some good ol’ fashioned Disney Plus would take your mind off tonight’s events, or lack thereof. However, the television network had other plans. 

Sure enough, there was your boyfriend, dressed head-to-toe in that stupid red and blue spandex costume standing next to the great Tony Stark, who wore a regular suit and that signature smile the public adored. 

Really? He ditched me to hang out with some tech billionaire? Is what you would’ve thought, however, you were used to it at this point. The first few times you felt disappointed, but now all you saw was red. 

You turned off the TV, throwing the remote aside and grabbing your phone, hoping to see at least one message from your once adoring lover, but you were met with an old picture of you and him that you set as your lockscreen. 

With a heavy sigh, you went into your room and decided to catch up on all the homework you’ve been ignoring. What better way to distract yourself than with memorizing calculus formulas? 

The only text you got that night was from your parents telling you they’ll be home late. 

                                                       ---

The next day at school, you completely avoided Peter at all costs. 

Peter was beyond confused. 

He had gotten home late last night after spending hours with Mr. Stark teaching him the new customs of his suit and later going back to the lab to fix some minor bugs. 

When he came into school this morning, he was hoping for the usual bear hug you greet him with when he walked over to your locker. However, by the time he got there you were already gone. Betty, whose locker was right next to yours, said you went to class early to talk to the teacher. 

He shrugged it off, figuring he would catch you in between classes. 

But he never did. 

Every time he tried to talk to you, you would run off or ignore his callings. He thought maybe you were just having an off-day, you’ve been having a lot of those recently. 

By the time lunch came around, he knew something was wrong. 

No matter what mood you were in, you always made sure to sit next to him in the cafeteria, so when you didn’t show up at all, he had a feeling it was more than just an off-day. 

He didn’t see you for the rest of the school day. 

                                                        ---

You were done. Absolutely done. 

You woke up that morning ready to deal with whatever bullshit excuse Peter was gonna throw at you, but as you entered the school something inside you just snapped. 

Maybe it was because one of your friends were talking about the amazing date they had, or maybe it was because you were tired after waiting for Peter to swing by your window and apologize for missing another date then end up passing out on the window sill, but either way, you were done. 

You dodged Peter the whole first half of school, ditching after lunch because you weren’t ‘feeling well’.

The rest of the day you spent curled up on your bed, listening to music that related to whatever emotion you were feeling. 

You glanced over at the clock, seeing school would’ve been out about half an hour ago. Picking up your phone you texted MJ asking if she was down to go out later. You were supposed to be having a movie night with Peter but if he could skip your plans dozens of times, why couldn’t you? 

A ding followed by your phone lighting up took your attention off your laptop. Picking up your phone, you were hoping it was MJ accepting your invitation, and thankfully, the bookworm didn’t fail to please. 

A few hours later, you were almost ready to go out, when a loud knocking sound came from your window. 

Startled, you whipped your head towards the glass, and behind it stood non-other than your boyfriend. 

Did you forget to tell him you canceled? Whoops. 

Rolling your eyes, you opened your window and stepped back so he could come in. You were still upset with him, but that doesn’t mean you were about to make him wait outside when it was near zero degrees. 

“Hey! Sorry I’m late Mr. Stark wanted to test this cool new web settings and we kinda lost track of time but I got your favourite food to make up for it- oh are we going somewhere instead?” Peter tilted his head as he took in your outfit. Normally on movie nights, you’d welcome him wearing a pair of comfy pants and his hoodie. However tonight you were dressed in jeans and a top he hadn’t seen you wear before. When did you go shopping? 

“Yeah-no. It’s just me going, MJ should be on her way right now. Sorry I didn’t tell you earlier,” you shrugged, walking back to the mirror to finish doing your hair. 

“Wait- what do you mean? What’s going on? It’s movie night...” The vigilante expressed, trying his best to mask the disappointed look his face fell into. 

“Guess I’ll have to make it up to you, right? Just like all the times you’ve made it up to me.” You snapped, sarcasm laced with your words. 

Peter could sense something was wrong, your tone and the look in your eyes being a dead giveaway. “What are you talking about, Y/N?” 

“I dunno Parker, why don’t you tell me. Because I have been stood up too many times this month and honestly, I’m sick and tired of your empty promises,” You huffed, turning around to face him with your arms tightly crossed over your chest. 

The brown-haired boy was baffled. “Look if this is about last week, I told you I’m sorry. You know how much being Spiderman means to me--”

“--More than it means being with me?” 

Peter’s facial expression made it seem like the question slapped him in the face. “What? No! Why would you think that?”

“Um for starters, you’re always ditching me to go play superhero with a billionaire. Every time you tell me you’re gonna make it up to me, you never do! Yesterday’s date was supposed to make up for the one you missed last week, and that one was supposed to make up for the one you missed two weeks prior! I’m seeing a pattern Parker and I don’t like it.” 

For some reason, his ears fell deaf to everything you said except for the mention of his alter-ego. “Playing superhero? Really Y/n? I’m saving lives! I’m making a difference here. I have these powers and if I don’t use them, and bad things happen, that’s on me. You have no idea the kind of responsibility I have. Besides, you should be happy for me! I’m better than I’ve ever been before. Don’t you get that?”

You bit your lip, fighting back tears. “Yeah, I guess you're right. Well...I’m sorry I don’t fit into your responsibilities.” 

“What? No that’s not--”

“I’m not done yet! You got what you always wanted, right? Your dream is now a reality, well good for you, Parker. I’m happy for you, really I am. I just wish you would’ve told me that dream didn’t involve me so I didn’t waste my time loving you,” You spat. 

“Wait, Y/N please--!”

“I mean, are you even sorry?” You cut him off again. “‘Cause you say it all the time but you never act like it. The Peter I knew would’ve put everything aside in order to right a wrong, but you, you just worry about yourself.” Yes, that was a low blow, and far from the truth, but in the heat of the moment you could hardly control the words coming out of your mouth. Months of pent up frustration being released kinda broke the filter. 

Peter looked like a kicked puppy, he tried to say something but you kept ranting. 

“When was the last time you hung out with Ned? Or had a real conversation with May? All of us are hurting, Peter. We’re your friends, your family. And all you do is jump the fence over to “Mr. Stark’s” at the blow of his dog whistle. But, hey, if that makes you happy then fucking good for you. I guess if I can’t give you any fancy tech, o-or ‘understand your responsibility’ then go ahead and cut me loose. No, really, I won’t mind--”

“Stop it! Just stop, please!” He had tears running down his face, similar to your own. He took a shaky breath, wiping away the tears roughly before giving you a heart-broken look. 

You stared back, shoulders shaking and eyes red. You sniffled, pointing a shaky arm to the window. “Get out.” It was quiet, a huge contrast to the previous volume of your voice, but suddenly the energy was drained from your body, mentally and emotionally. 

Peter left without a word or hesitation. 

You walked to the window, swaying slightly as you watched him swing off into the distance. 

So you got what you always wanted, live with the consequences. 

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Again....not ecstatic about this turned out but hoping part 2 turns out better :/

All: @greenorangevioletgrass @allegra-writes @soraitmnt @worldoftom @farfromparker @angel-spidey @parkerpeter24 @god-knows-what-am-i-doing​ @the-panwitch @rebekkah4766 @hollandsamor @spideygirl2003 @theactualprincessofeverything

Peter Parker: @rubberducky-jrr 

#peter parker #peter parker angst #peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #peter x reader #peter x y/n #rae writes sometimes

[drifttosleep]

[ My Jonas Brothers : Chasing Happiness Experience ]

introduction: if you know me, you know how much if a Jonas Brothers fan i am. yes, the first band i ever REALLY got into was The Beatles. but the Jonas Brothers was a boyband i really did fall in love with. we all had that one band from our childhood that switched everything up. mine were the Jonas Brothers. the way the directioners loved One Direction was my love for the Jonas Brothers. when i say “the boys,” i mean Nick, Kevin, and Joe. they’re my ��the boys.” if that makes sense. 

history:  i remember the day i got into them. i was 10 years old and it was during the summertime. i had just finished watching ‘taking 5.’ a movie about the click five. the girls in the movie had posters and cut outs of the click five on their wall from posters and magazines. at that age, i was already collecting TigerBeat, Popstar!, J-14 magazines. i was too plugged in to the pop culture and the teeny bopper life. my dad was supportive. i was somewhat, inspired, when i watched that movie and checked out my magazines. i found the jonas brothers. i knew OF them and the song SOS and When You Look Me In The Eyes but nothing else. i had a personal computer in my room back then and newly plugged in internet connection. it started with music videos, and then the stupid videos they had on their yt channel, and i just couldn’t stop watching their videos. i watched all their live chats and interviews. i fell in love LIKE THAT. it was the first i ever obsessed about a boyband like this. a boyband in MY LEAGUE, you know what i mean? i obsessed over hannah montana and lizzie mcguire. but it wasn’t LIKE THIS. i grabbed my magazines and starting taping the Jonas posters on the walls. my routine was to watch all their videos everyday. i even went as far as reading fanfiction on youtube. YES. fanfiction USED to be on YOUTUBE. and that’s when crushes began. my bias was joe, at first, of course. then i slowly crept onto liking nick more. until he was my ACTUAL favorite. nick was my first love, i’m claiming it. the boy had me feeling ALL SORTS OF THINGS. the boy had me WRITING AT 11. 

influence: they were a huge influence on me. other than taylor swift and my dad getting me to pick up a guitar and learning how to play it, the Jonas Brothers wanted me to fulfill the dream. their influence on me was HUGE. it was so big that they were my first fashion icons. i broke gender stereotypes (at least in my circle) at the age of 11, you guys. i wore skinny jeans, converse, collared shirts and neckties all the time. they had me wearing denim and corduroy and my parents were so into me being into fashion at that age cause they were all about that in their youth. i mastered dressing like a guy at the age of 11. it just became a thing growing up. cause that’s where i’m most comfortable. i remember when the JONAS show came out on disney channel and the first episode was of nick having a love interest, i cried. 

other facts: 

i collected all kinds of jonas brothers paraphernelia as a child. 

other than the magazines, i had merch. i remember begging my mom to get me jonas brothers merch from their actual website. when she finally gave in, i was ecstatic. 

i had a jonas brothers t shirt and a necklace (it was a guitar pick with their logo on it) 

i also had a jonas brothers mp3 player that i bought when i was in tampa.

i’ve been to their first concert in the philippines. I REMEMBER HOW I TOLD MY PARENTS. i ran to them and said “THE JONAS BROTHERS ARE COMING HERE” and i didn’t even have to ask cause they already knew. 

my bedroom walls were FILLED with their posters. i had over 150 posters on my walls. 

i cut out their photos from magazines and covered my notebooks and pens with them. i sold a couple at school, too. 

you caNT BELIEVE HOW MUCH I FREAKED OUT WHEN I FOUND OUT ABOUT CAMP ROCK. when it came out in the states, my dad bought a copy of the dvd and i was SO SO SO EXCITED. that’s why i love home made spaghetti so much because it was the meal i was eating when i watched camp rock in my old bedroom for the first time. i squealed half the time. 

them being christian played such a big part in my life because my mom was a strict-ass hardcore christian. and since they wore purity rings, my mom got me a purity ring, too. at 11. which now, seems rather stupid. for me, at least. 

nick jonas & the administration is still one of my favorite albums. HE REALLY DO BE MAKIN ME FEEL SOME TYPE OF WAY. for real though. 

i really watched Married To Jonas, Kevin and Danielle’s reality show. it was NOT great but i watched it. 

i even watched some of nick’s movies and i didn’t like any of them really but i enJOYED NICK’S SCREEN TIME 

i did not really stray away from loving them. but i did turn into a teenager. i got into other things and gained a different circle of friends. it was different, okay? i couldn’t just be in love with a rock star anymore. HAHAHA. there were real life boys i kissed now. but still, i did not obsess over anything like that ever again. 

the break up:  i was in high school when they broke up. and even if i had not been keeping tabs on them and watching their every release, i cried really really fucking hard when they announced their break up. i cried so hard that i missed school that day. i was heart broken. and it might not make sense because they are brothers and they’ll really ~never~ break up, it still hurt. 

when i found out about Chasing Happiness, i was stoked. of course, i already knew they had returned back together as the Jonas Brothers. after all the experimenting with other things, they really did return to their roots. 

reaction about chasing happiness:

oh my GOD 

BABY JONAS BROTHERS :( 

FUCK. 6 MINUTES INTRO PLAYING

baby nick in les mis :( 

okAY SO IM NOT THE ONLY ONE WITH A BAD EXPERIENCE WITH THE CHRISTIAN COMMUNITY 

okay so the purity rings were a fucking joke i dont feel so guilty about it anymore

niley :( lowkey cried to niley at a young age but whatever 

fuCK EVERYONE WHO MADE FUN OF KEVIN. HE’S AMAZING 

please be mine :( 

crying

joe and nick making fun of kevin on the phone with danielle

joe calling danielle “kevin’s future wife” :( 

JUST FRIENDS :( 

THE NICK J SHOW 

camp rock :(

more crying really 

YEAR 3000 :( 

okay so basically, it was a ride of emotions. 

it really was though. i also felt like i time travelled. LITERALLY. it felt like i was in my old room again watching the Jonas Brothers on old YouTube. you know. before google bought the damn thing. but for real, it felt that way. it felt like i was reconnecting with my old self, too. the 10 year old me. 

no, wait. even better. it felt like i was reuniting with old friends. the scene when the 3 of them were just drinking and reminiscing and confessing about the old times was so intimate that i felt like i was there. everything they talked about (except for hating each other and how they ACTUALLY broke up), i knew about. they were my whole life back then, really. it really felt like a reunion. like them getting back together meant we were getting back together. the love for the Jonas Brothers. my fangirling over them. god, it sounds so cheesy when i say it out loud. but it really does feel like that. 

it was so familiar and so foreign to me at the same time. they talked about everything they used to never talk about back then. they just let it out in the open, really. and i saw how much they’ve grown. and i saw how much i’ve grown. how i am far from who i was at 10 years old. 

but when they sang ‘please be mine’ along with the old video of them singing it, i felt myself reconnecting with my younger self. i felt her smile at me and hold my hand telling me that the good will always resurface. and fuck yeah, i got that out of the Jonas Brothers. they’re the part of me that remains innocent. they’re a part of me that remains untouched and untampered with. because my heart was whole when i loved them first. and i think it’ll remain that way. 

it hit me harder than i thought it would. and i knew it would hit me. the documentary, i mean. it was beautiful. downright, beautiful. they’re a huge part of who i am today. and i am so so so proud of that. 

#honey

[katelynn-a-fan]

For the fake title ask: Moonlight love

(This hulking monstrosity is 2400 words long, you’ve hit the jack pot anon.)

Logince Human Au

Roman is head over heels for the nerd that he bumped into in the moonlight one night.

Roman was coming back from his part time job he works at to support himself and his family as they are struggling. Roman is a junior and despite his heavy workload is still managing to scrape by with passing grades.

Logan on the other hand was walking home from a rehearsal for the high school’s play, where he has a part as a side character in a Shakespearian play he’s a senior but he’s a year ahead so he’s only a few months apart from Roman in age. 

They just were idiots and didn’t look where they were going. 

The encounter is short, they fall to the ground, with Logan helping Roman up and then they go on their way.

Roman is pining from the moment he sees Logan’s dork face. His freckles looked just like the stars above Logan and Roman was spellbound.

And not that Logan was in love or anything, but Roman��s muscles from constantly having to be moving around definitely suited him, not to mention the dimple that formed when he smiled.

After that, Roman’s job fires him for some false reason and he has to scramble to find a job, meaning after that night, he wasn’t walking that path anymore.

That doesn’t stop Logan from hoping every late night of rehearsal that he would bump into that cute boy again, though.

Slowly, Logan’s hope became less and less as the days wore on and his late night rehearsals drew nearer and nearer to the performance date because Logan was totally not going to mention the performance if he ever saw Roman again.

But as Logan trudged home from the last dress rehearsal, his last hope died as he saw the street empty and he felt truly alone.

Roman, on the other hand, is working his butt off, at first to find a new job and then to meet the demands of his new boss, who almost seem to expect him to be a fully functioning employee even though he’s never done this particular job before.

The one good thing about the job is the better pay and that his regular schedule  leaves him open on Fridays.

In the school hallway, he sees a flyer for the Shakespearian play and sparks his childhood memory and dream of being an actor. And right then he decides to go see the play on his day off. To relive a little of his childhood again.

That Friday Roman gets to the theater and sees a very vaguely familiar name as one of the actors, but before Roman can ponder on it, the lights are dimming and the performance starts. 

As the performance goes on, Roman notices a familiar looking character, but can’t tell exactly why he is familiar as they have their back facing Roman every time Roman looks at them. It isn’t until the climax of the story as the ending comes that Roman finally gets a good look at Logan as the curtain comes down and Roman finally realizes that dork is an actor in the play!

Roman’s little theatre heart is thumping as he watches Logan become obscured by the curtain as the play ends.

Logan is exhilarated as the curtain passes over him and he and the other actors break character behind the curtain, excitedly but silently celebrating the perfect performance. 

Roman on the other hand, is suddenly scared as realization hits him, and realizing his situation and how he couldn’t meet him cause who would want him? A poor schmuck who can’t hold down a job and has to work nonstop to provide for his family. He wouldn’t have time for a boyfriend.

So in a moment Roman regrets almost immediately, he flees. He doesn’t really even think about it, but the moment everyone starts to get up as the show is over, he’s halfway out the entrance doors.

All the way back to his house, each step pounds into his brain that he could’ve stayed, but he can’t, he could’ve stayed, but he can’t.

At home, his mom asks him how the play went, and Roman puts on a fake smile and tells her that it was great, which it was great. Roman just left the part out where he was reminded with how much of a failure he was. That cute boy would never want someone like him, but it didn’t stop Roman from continuing to desperately pine.

Somehow, Roman and Logan never meet at school, they’re at the same school and have many classes right beside each other but despite this they always narrowly miss each other.

A couple of weeks after the play, school finally lets out for winter break, and both Logan and Roman feel kind of empty through the holidays. they do enjoy them, with Logan getting a plethora of gifts from his rich family while Roman has to work a few hours on Christmas but still manages to be back enough to enjoy part of the holiday and open his singular present of a slightly tattered book on acting tips.

Roman tears up when he sees the gift, as he didn’t know his mom remembered his passion. He breaks and sobs into his mom’s shoulder, releasing everything he had been bottling up in terms of wanting to act.

That’s when his mother surprises him with the news that one of their estranged great uncles had died and left a sizable inheritance to her as she was one of the only ones to genuinely reach out to him but if her family knew about them connecting, they would disown her too. 

That just made Roman bawl harder as he could be a child again as he didn’t have to continue working at his job. He didn’t quit immediately, but it then was always at the back of his mind that he could leave now. 

Logan’s holidays were much less eventful, as his parents are rich but not very.... there for Logan.

When Roman comes back from break, he feels much better about his passion and starts to ponder how to start experiencing his dream. He then hears from another student in his class that the theatre program was putting on one of his favorite Disney movie musicals, Mulan. He had watched it a lot as a child as that was one of the only movies they had at home.

Roman at first is hesitant, insecurities still raging, his pining of Logan both egging him on in case he would see Logan again and making him doubt whether to try for it. But ultimately gosh darn it Roman wanted to live his dream and nothing was going to stop him. 

He signs up and time drags as the date comes and he practices the perfect audition.

Finally the day comes and he’s in line to audition when he hears the most beautiful voice, a high tenor that rings through the door and nearly makes Roman’s mouth drop open. It’s gorgeous and full yet high and clear. Resonance that makes Roman’s hair stand up.

Roman can barely contain himself as the voice falls silent and he waits for whoever it was to exit as he hadn’t seen them enter.

And when they do Roman swears his heart stops as he watches that damn cute dork walk through the door and past Roman, too distracted by the audition he just did to notice the dumbstruck Roman gaping at him as Logan leaves.

Roman himself has to be prodded by the person behind him to realize that he’s up next and nearly trips over himself to compensate for his frozen state. 

Roman puts his all into the audition, pulling from his feelings and letting them pour into his performance and presence. Before Roman knows it, the audition is over and his head is whirling with the fact that he did it! No mess ups or slips ups.

Even if he didn’t get something, he was darn proud of finally auditioning.

Logan felt shitty, he knew he blew the audition, his voice was too high for any of the parts so he had to sing Mulan’s piece instead of the other male pieces they had provided for auditioners.

Logan kicked himself as he never really liked musicals in the theatre program and his singing audition was garbage compared to his acting piece. At least with his acting piece Logan actually knew what he was doing!

So when the result of the auditions didn’t include him in the callbacks, he wasn’t surprised. Still he knew callbacks didn’t mean he wouldn’t be an ensemble member, so Logan waited once more for the official casting list.

Roman, on the other hand, was ecstatic when he read his name on the list, that they were seriously considering him for a part.

Roman again waited nervously for the callbacks to start, waiting for that cute boy to come in and for the director to fawn over him, but he never did. Roman seethed. If they didn’t see the cute boy’s talent, then Roman was going to show them talent.

Roman honestly didn’t remember much of the callbacks, just that he couldn’t get his mind of the cute boy and how angry he felt imagining the look on the boy’s face at his raw talent being tossed aside.

Fast forward and the results of auditions are posted and when Roman reads the part he got her nearly implodes in happiness as he’s Le fucking Shang! He’s one of the main parts. Now who’s Mulan...?

Logan weaves through the crowd to see what ensemble part he got, probably Emperor Guard #3, but he can’t seem to find his name. He starts to silently leave when he swears he hears his name and catches something out of the corner of his eye.

Logan turns back and reads the first name Mulan- Logan Berry

Logan reads it again, and again, and again.

He’s..... Mulan? The main character? The name of the show?

Logan doesn’t- no can’t believe it. It’s clearly a mistake, he’s not Mulan.

That is until the director comes up to Logan, as they see Logan is confused and tell Logan that his audition was perfect and they thought he would fit perfectly as Mulan. Even then, he doesn’t believe it, must be a trick.

Even as he comes into the first rehearsal he’s scheduled for he doesn’t believe it, doesn’t realize he hadn’t even checked who his costars would be before he enters the room to see that cute boy with the dimple as he’s smiling at something another actor said.

Logan nearly freezes to the spot at the sight, but manages to act natural when the epitome of dimple is seating right beside him.

Roman wondered who Logan Berry was. It was an odd name for a girl, but countless names have been traded back and forth name wise, so Logan is a fine name regardless.

Roman was waiting for the first rehearsal to start when he saw the cute boy enter. For the second time in a few days, Roman was about to implode, but for entirely different reasons. The boy was a main character!! (This is a meeting for the main characters who had a certain amount of lines.)

Roman is flabbergasted when the director comes in and announces that Logan Berry is the cute boy in front of him and Roman is suddenly acutely aware of how many scenes the two of them have together.

Somehow, neither of them manage to embarrass each other in front of the other as they rehearse together, making small talk and becoming friends, though neither of them are confident enough to ask to meet outside of rehearsal.

It isn’t until that last dress rehearsal that something goes horribly wrong. Logan suddenly starts forgetting his lines. He’s trying, but his brain is only dredging up how angry the director is at his sudden memory lapse.

Roman watches Logan slowly start to falter more and more lines, at first Roman is able to discreetly cue him but as the show goes on Logan gets worse and worse until there’s 30 seconds of silence where Logan is just standing still before he runs offstage, leaving everybody stunned.

Roman immediately follows him, a bit behind as Logan had a good headstart, but finds Logan sitting on the sidewalk near the theatre, head in his hands.

At first Logan doesn’t seem to notice Roman was there, but as Roman started to count out a pattern out loud to try and help Logan to stop hyperventilating, Logan grabbed Roman’s hand as if it were a lifeline, squeezing it tight enough Roman was both impressed and hiding a wince that would reveal how close his hand felt like to popping.

When Logan finally calmed, he asked Roman a simple question: Why?

Roman, not knowing exactly what that meant, was confused a moment and asked Logan what he meant by why?

And like that, quiet Logan suddenly spilled everything, his parents distance, the pressure he felt from himself to succeed, the pressure and uncertainty he has from the role as he still feels like ti’s a trick cause he’s auditioned all 4 years of high school and only now did they see his talent and it was all because of his girly voice and he-

Roman didn’t know why he did it, but something took hold of him as watched Logan break down about all the things that had been plaguing him that he couldnt’ say, and Roman was suddenly kissing Logan.

Fireworks exploded behind both of their eyes, the shift from pain and heartache to pleasure and kissing left Logan dizzy with a heady buzz as Roman suddenly pulled back, realizing what he was doing.

Logan was confused for a moment as Roman pulled back, wanting what was happening to continue. He looked at Roman’s figure silhouetted. in Moonlight and remembered that fateful night under the stars and cut Roman off by holding out his hand. 

Roman confused by Logan’s nonchalantness automatically took it and pulled Logan to his feet. Logan looks up at the full moon, just like it was those months ago when they bumped into each other.

Then Logan said: “Funny bumping into you here on this lovely moonlit night.”

And Logan kissed Roman back.

#fake title #fake title asks #asks #asks welcome #and then they finished the dress rehearsal flawlessly and had the perfect performance and they became boyfriends #Logan's friend virgil found a cute guy named Patton in marching band and they all lived happily ever after as the 2 couples they were #asks open #roman's brother remus finds one of the only people who can contain him as a boyfriend #Remus and Janus join the family and patton and remus suprisingly become two peas in a pod of mischief when they're together #Anonymous

[descendantofthesparrow]

Part of your world - Harry Hook x reader - part 14 - the apology

a rewrite of the harry hook x reader that @bluediamondsevie wrote for me

summary: a who doesn’t love the Disney World, well, (y/n) especially loves descendants, and one day, as she dances in her kitchen getting ready to head out. 17-year-old (y/n) becomes part of that world, now a certain blue-eyed pirate meets the girl from a world where he is a fictional character and he has an actor named Thomas Doherty.

 Key:

 h/c- hair color

 e/c- eye color

 h/l- hair length

 s/c- skin color

 y/n- your name

 your stuff

 ---

You walked onto the ship and entered Umas cabin, placing the pay on her nightstand, before moving back to your room, needing to shower and change, being sweaty from parkouring all over the Isle.

You sighed as the cold water ran down your body, leaning your body to the side, you were scared, what would happen? Would being involved in the battle change what happens in the upcoming third movie? Would it result in a character death? You didn't know…and that terrified you.

You huffed grabbing the shampoo and squirted into your palm, lathering your hair, thinking of ways to prevent the timeline of this world from going awry, you rinsed the shampoo out and rubbed the conditioner in, slicking your hair back.

Tears began to fall, thinking of Harry, what would happen if you were there, you knew what was going to happen, you had watched it before, but with you here in the flesh, what would happen?

Would- footsteps, and a voice, Uma, why was she here? Luckily you had finished your shower you reached out and turned off the water, stepping out and grabbing a towel, wrapping it around yourself.

You unlocked the door and stepped out opening your mouth to question Uma when she turned to you with the most pissed of expression she had ever worn, she snarled and rushed you, making you shriek in fright and she slammed you against the wall, getting right up in your face.

“what.” She growled “the. Hell! Do you think you’re doing?!”

You stuttered confused, she rolled her eyes “you're ignoring harry! Why?!”

You gaped for a moment before speaking in a soft voice

“I don’t want to hurt him when I leave” Uma groaned and released you, covering her face and began to pace the room.

“are you serious (y/n)!!!” you furrowed your brows at her, what was going on, why was she so angry at you trying to protect Harry?

“you’ve only been ignoring him for what? A day and a half? And he's already acting like you’ve ignored him for a decade!!”

She spread her arms out, gesturing on how insane this was.

“you don’t want to hurt him?! Too late!!!” you gasped, what? “do you fucking know how much that idiot cares for you?!?! He thrives on attention!!! If he finds someone he can trust that won't betray him and give him affection that won't make fun of him for it! He’ll cling to them like a fuckin koala!”

You stared at Uma, a pit forming in your stomach, oh god you were gonna throw up.

“you are probably the first person in YEARS that will willingly show that much affection to harry!!! He depends on you so much to keep him afloat!!! And you just drop him because you “don’t want to hurt him”? well too fucking late (y/n)!!! you take yourself out of the picture and he acts like it’s the end of the world!!!”

Tears burned down your face, what have you done?!

“face it (y/n)!!! you're going to hurt him more, NOT telling him who you really are!!! If you leave without telling him, he’ll agonize over it for a long time, wondering if you're safe, or if you were faking caring about him!! If you stop ignoring him and tell him, he'll know!!! He’ll know that you're safe at home! and know that you never hated him!!! That you cared about him and still do!!!”

Uma stalked up to you and got right in your face, face red and seething. You own face red from crying and hiccupping.

“but if keep doing the bullshit you're doing now!”

She grabbed your face, leaning in closer, a dangerous whisper.

“he'll never forgive you, and he’ll hate you forever”

She released you and you collapsed on the floor. Sobs racking your body. Uma only glared down at you, contempt in her eyes.

“think it over (y/n), continue ignoring him, and he hates you, or tell him the truth, and you stay on his and MY good side.”

She turned and exited the room, slamming the door behind her, leaving you to your thoughts.

‘I promised I wouldn’t let anybody hurt him’ you thought, pain flaring in your chest, sobs echoing in the room ‘and now im hurting him’

You sat on the floor as the self-deprecating thoughts rolled in, curling in on your self. Hugging your knees to your chest, burying your face in them.

‘I'm no better than a villain’

---

 You stood in front of the bed, your pirate gear and your original clothes set atop of it, you pondered which one you would wear before deciding that your clothes from home would be better suited for telling Harry.

You quickly shrugged them on, you grabbed your phone, unlocking it and opened google, searching for “Thomas Doherty”. The page loaded and you clicked your phone off, you took a deep breath before opening the door and making your way to the chip shop, as you entered you saw Uma sitting at one of round tables, she turned and rose an eyebrow at you, gesturing for you to come over. You obeyed and shuffled over, she leaned in close and whispered

“are you telling him?” you nodded, you weren’t going to hurt him anymore, Uma breathed a sigh of relief “thank hades, I couldn’t take his groveling anymore, one more minute of that shit and I would have shoved you two in a closet and locked it till you sorted that shit out”

You snickered at her threat and she rolled her eyes, gesturing for you to sit. Looking at your clothes she rose her brow, “I haven’t seen those clothes snince you got here” you shrugged, and told her since you were going to tell Harry the truth, might as well wear clothes from your world. Uma nodded and stood up to grab a tray of food for you. Just as she did the doors slammed open, and Harry stood there, a glint in his eyes and a shit-eating grin.

“UMA!” She turned surprised at Harry's tone, “you'll never guess who I just found at the little runt's place?!”

You snorted and mumbled, “I dunno, is it mal?” luckily no one hears you

Uma crossed her arms and made a face, confused “who did you see?”

Harry grin became dark and sadistic, reminding you of who harry truly was, the psychotic son of captain hook. You’d seen such a different side of him that you'd forgotten what he was like in D2, crazy, loyal, and ready to hook someone at any time.

“the traitorous witch malsy~!”

The crew went fuckin nuts, screaming and yelling at Harry to spill where she was now, they wanted to taste her blood.

Uma silenced them and stood there for a minute, and you all stood there, waiting for her next order, finally, she smiled.

“would anybody like purple pixie pie~”

The crew once again exploded and Uma cruelly smiled, you stood to talk to Harry but he just brushed past you. You stood there staring at his back, mouth agape. Uma turned to you, eyebrows raised, you raised your hands and gestured to harry, she just shrugged and sat in her throne, and you sat next to Desiree, you were kinda hurt but…you kinda deserved it, after all, you ignored him no good reason.

For the next three hours, Uma and the crew tossed ideas back and forth of what to do with mal, you simply sat there, watching the door, waiting for Gil, and soon, he burst through the door.

“UMA HOLY SHIT!!!”

She jumped and she and the crew turned to Gil in surprise, Uma frowned at him and growled “what the fuck Gil! What do-“

Gil interrupted her “king ben’s on the isle!!!”

Uma and Harry's jaw dropped, and she slightly turned to you, raising her brow, you nodded, confirming that Gil was telling the truth.

Uma turned to harry and they grinned sadistically at each other, Uma turned to Gil and praised him, he beamed and added that Evie, Carlos, and Jay were on the isle too, Umas eyes gleamed and she slammed her hands on the table, Grinning at the crew.

“alright!!! The traitors are on the isle and we have the opportunity of a lifetime, Auradon will be ours!!” the crew yelled in agreement and Uma sat for a minute, figuring out a plan, 30 minutes later, she sat up, and you and the crew sat up as well, eager to hear her plan.

“Alright, I got it, Harry, you go kidnap king beasty boy, and tell the purple bitch to meet me here, alone, and we will “talk it out” and agree to a trade-off, Ben for the wand, at noon tomorrow, its an offer she can't refuse” Gil raised his hand, Uma rolled her eyes and waved her hand to him, “why can't Mal refuse?”

Uma grinned “because if she does, ben meets our killer sharks”

---

As Harry was leaving you tried to talk to him again, but he just brushed past you, you turned to um and she shrugged, two days of seeing Harry being depressed over you ignoring him, and now he's ignoring you, wtf. Uma grabbed his shoulder, and he stopped confused,

“Harry, why are you now ignoring (y/n)?” Harry rose his eyebrow “(y/n)’s her’e? I didn’ notice he’r”

Uma scrunched up her face, didn’t notice her?

“Harry she’s right there” Uma pointed at you, and Harry gaped “wait that’s he’r!!! shit, I haven't’ seen he'r in those clothes since I first saw he’r!”

Oh, ooh! Harry wasn’t ignoring you, he just didn’t recognize your clothes!! That was comforting.

“Alright then, Harry when you get back, talk to (y/n)”

“u-Uma, she won't even acknowledge me, there's no point” god you hated how sad he sounded.

“Harry I promise, if you talk to her right now, shell acknowledge you” Harry sighed and shuffled over to you, you took a deep breath and looked at him straight in the eyes, making him jump slightly, surprised.

“Lassie, Uma said ye wanted to talk?” you nodded, but before you spoke you wrapped your arms around his middle, and pulled him tight, making him gasp,

“(y-y/n)?”

“im sorry Harry”

He stood there for a moment, before giving in to your warm embrace, happily hugging you back, ecstatic to no longer have you ignoring him.

“why’d you ignore me, lass?”

You sighed and pulled back slightly, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear, “well, a certain thing came to my attention and I reacted to it poorly and took it out on you, and I found a better solution to it, and I decided to go with it, because hurting you wasn’t worth it”

Harry turned red and stuttered “i-I lass, I wasn’t- I wasn't”

You just rose your eyebrow, he sighed and bumped your forehead with his, “i-I was, I mean, one day we were attached at the hip and the next ye were acting like I didn’t exist, it hurt”

You stared sadly at him and cupped his face, staring into his ocean blue eyes, his liner making them pop.

“I know and im sorry, ill never do it again, tonight, in our room, ill tell you what happened, okay?” Harry nodded and you smiled and leaned in and pressed a feather soft kiss to his cheek. He turned red and stammered, but you just smirked and wished him luck.

“see you tonight harry”

He bit his lip and nodded.

“see ye tonight lassie”

--end of part 14--

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[edream93]

you probably are not taking prompts anymore but if you ever have time and want to write Uma and Harry on pirates of the Caribbean (pirates + Disney)x2!! I think it would be great if it was an Auradon movie and they were called to make a cameo since they are real pirates, but it's up to you 😘

Hi anon! Okay, so this has been in my inbox for awhile and this has also been in my WIP folder for just as long. It’s not the movie idea that you originally wanted but I did have Uma and the crew ride the Pirates of the Caribbean ride. This is just a headcanon list but maybe one day I’ll have time to make it into a oneshot. Hope you enjoy this sporadic ramble of thoughts!

After a tough few months of council meetings, school, and dealing with the relentless press, Ben decides to gift Uma and her crew with a trip to Disney World, the happiest place on Earth (“Sounds like a nightmare.” “Shut it, Harry.”)

(When they had Gil, who had surprisingly taken to using the internet better than anyone else on the crew, Uma had to agree with her first mate that this Disney World did seem like a nightmare.)

When Uma and the crew get there, Uma definitely regrets taking up Ben’s offer.

Unsurprisingly, Gil is ecstatic and gets everyone on the crew mouse ears.

He gives Uma one that has a little crown on it for obvious reasons

Harry gets one with a red and white bow on it with lot of sequins (Either Harry doesn’t know that usually girls get that one or he doesn’t care. Either way, he’s extra enough to make it work.)

Jonas gets a hat that says “It’s my birthday” even though it’s not his birthday but for some reason whenever the stop at a food stand or a restaurant, people always give him some free dessert or something and asking how old he turned (On the Isle they don’t really celebrate birthdays so Jonas has no clue what is going on or why people are giving him free food but he’s not going to stop it.) Winds up with a horrible stomach ache at the end of it but totally worth it.

Desiree and Bonnie get matching Star Wars ears that light up

Gonzo gets a big green hat that says “Goofy” with long black pieces hanging from it looking like ears

And Gil gets the bridal Minnie hat because he was trying it on and Uma (jokingly) said it made him look pretty which Gil instantly believe because in a totally platonic way Gil does think that Uma is super pretty so she would know.

They try all the rides and agree that “It’s A Small World” is a new type of torture because they can’t get the damn song out of their heads and the little doll people creeped them all out.

(“Ye sure this ain’t some sort of cruel and unusual punishment, Captain?” “…I actually have no clue, Hook.”)

Eventually, they find themselves at the “Pirates of the Caribbean” ride.

“This feels like a trap.”

“It’s not a trap, Harry.”

“Nah, Captain. He’s right this feel like a trap.”

-annoyed sigh- “Guys for the last time, this. Is. not. A. tap.”

And Uma was right. It wasn’t a trap. It was much worst.

Harry, sitting next to Uma: “What the hell type of sailing are we supposed to do in these dingy little boats? Where’s the mast? Where’s the wheel?” Gil: “I feel seasick….” Uma: “We haven’t even moved!”

Bonnie, next to Gil: “Why is it so dark?” Jonas, grabbing on to an irritated Desiree as the ride begins: “Yo, I had a dream that began like this. In the end, giant gummy bears ate us. I ain’t going out like that. “You hear me giant gummy bears! I AIN’T GOING OUT LIKE THAT!” Gonzo in the back, too preoccupied with playing with the “ears” of his hat

The crew hearing: “Psst! Avast there! It be too late to alter course, mateys. And there be plundering pirates lurkin’ in ev'ry cove, waitin’ to board. Sit closer together and keep your ruddy hands in board. That be the best way to repel boarders. And mark well me words, mateys: Dead men tell no tales! Ye come seekin’ adventure with salty old pirates, eh? Sure you’ve come to the proper place. But keep a weather eye open, mates, and hold on tight. With both hands, if you please. Thar be squalls ahead, and Davy Jones waiting for them what don’t obey.”

Harry scoffing at the voice over, muttering that that’s not how a real pirate sounds before slipping out an unintentional “argggh!”

Harry leading the crew in singing along to “A pirate life” bringing out the flasks of rum that he managed to hide in his jacket.

Desiree, frowning as she hears something, “Does that sound like a waterfall to anyone else?”

Jonas almost peeing his pants at the unexpected drop

Bonnie looking at all the skeletons: “Well this got very dark, very quickly.” Jonas: “Bet you that’s what they’ll do to us once this is over.”

More skeletons.

Jonas: “What the hell?!?!?! How is this the happiest place on Earth? It’s filled with so much death!”

Uma: “Reminds me of when Harry went through his emo phase.”

Harry, smushing Uma’s face with his hands (gently of course): “We don’t. Speak of that.” he says before giving her a quick peck on the forehead. Uma just rolls her eyes.

They past by the figure of Captain Barbossa who always managed to have the best rum on the Isle for a man who couldn’t actually taste it

Harry: “Why does that old windbag get a giant creepy doll thing and not me dad? All old Barbossa does is drink, shit, and fuck!”

Desiree: “Well can your dad turn into a giant walking skeleton at night time? Because you can’t argue how fucking cool that is!”

Harry: -pouts but doesn’t say anything more-

Someone (Harry) passes around another flask of rum that everyone takes a sip from whenever any of the ride’s pirates say “Arrrr!”, “matey”, or  any other stereotypical pirate saying. (Jonas and Gonzo taking extra sips basically any time Harry opens his mouth during the ride.)

The pirate crew simultaneously boo-ing but also applauding the Jack Sparrow figure lounging on the throne of gold surrounded by treasure.

Uma, scowling: He was a traitor and a drunk-

Harry, looking like the definition of a fanboy: -but damn did the man have style.

As they pass the robot Jack Sparrow actually smoothly gets up, snatches the flask from Jonas’s hands and gives the crew a bow, winking at Uma and saying “Captain” before falling back in his chair, going back into the robotic motions of drinking from the flask, drunkenly singing “What’s my name? What’s my name? Jack! Say it louder! Drunk pirates have all the fun! Can’t count cause I’m number one!”

Everyone is speechless before Bonny says: “What. A fucking. Icon.”

Jonas looking at his hands: “I’m never washing these hands again.”

Gonzo: “Like you wash your hands to being with.”

The Crew leaves the park with lots of souvenirs thanks to the King’s credit card that may or may not have been given to them

Harry explained easily: he shouldn’t have just left his wallet out in the open like that!

Uma, pinching the bridge of her nose: It was in his pocket!

Harry, looking at her confused: Like I said, he shouldn’t have just left his wallet out like that around pirates!

They also managed to leave the park, only managing to cause one food fight and one small fire (Bonnie: Don’t give me that look guys! You know I like to see things burn!); managing to get the Beast cast actor to go out of character when Jonas threw up all of the deserts he eaten after on him after Gonzo and Desiree had forced him to go on the spinning teacup ride; to scandalize only a handful of parents and their innocent children when Harry and Uma went into a full out makeout with loud moans and wandering hands as the firework show.

When they get back to school and Ben greets them back at the gates Uma places mouse ears with a little tiara between the ears on Ben’s head as Harry smoothly tucks the “borrowed” credit card back into Ben’s pocket.

Ben: Did you see the Pirates of the Caribbean ride? It’s sad that the the Jack Sparrow robot had to be taken out for repairs. You know, when he was still alive, sometimes Mr. Sparrow would show up and take the place of his robot. 

Harry and Uma look at each other before saying: When he was alive?

Ben: Yeah, his ship sunk at sea 15 years ago. No one has seen him since and he’s not the most subtle of men so everyone just assumed he was dead after a few years.

Jonas, once been leaves, staring down at his hands: I’m really never washing these hands again!

Uma rolling her eyes but smiling nonetheless: What did you expect? He’s a pirate.

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[marshmarrowsans]

Time Heals All Wounds: An Ending

Sooo I posted this fic without its epilogue because I didn’t want the anon who requested it to have to wait forever, and now the epilogue is here!  Whoever sent in the original request, I hope you stuck around.

It was the best night of Sans' life.  He'd never seen you so happy.

 It was no big life event, no major milestone.  All that had happened was you gave a stellar performance at a presentation you'd been dreading for weeks.  He had been there in the audience to support you, of course.  He was the only one who could tell how nervous you were. But then you fixed your eyes on him, and he flashed you that relaxed smile of his, and...  it all went away.  You knocked it out of the park.  And you were ecstatic about it.  Now he was walking you home from the event, you dressed to the nines and him looking pretty lack-luster in comparison with his same old hoodie and shorts, in the chilly evening air with crickets chirping a symphony all around you.

 "Articulate, Sans!  They called me exceptionally articulate!"  You laughed, hopping up on a wooden ledge enclosing some flowers and walking along it like a tightrope.  "When have I ever been described as articulate, let alone EXCEPTIONALLY so?"  You seemed to have boundless energy, seemed to be itching to put it into something. He almost envied you, but more than anything, he just felt happy for you.  He could practically feel the strong, healthy hum of your soul inside your chest.  What he wouldn't give to see it, that beautiful soul of yours that made his own soul throb and sing...

 He stood at your side, but down on the sidewalk, and offered you his hand. For balance, of course.  You didn't hesitate to accept his quiet offer.

 "i think you're exceptionally articulate," he offered, softly and matter-of-factly.  You just scoffed at him. "Oh yeah?  Bitch, where?  When I was trying to say either 'fooey' or 'shucks' in front of Frisk and ended up screaming 'FUCKS!' and Toriel scolded me?"

 He grinned so wide at the memory.  "that's a certain kinda articulate.  but nah.  i was actually thinkin' about that letter you gave me.  uh, a few months ago."

 You blushed and seemed to falter a little.  He held on to your hand tighter.

 "don't fall."

 "Don't tell me what to do."  You recovered, and slowly began to smile again, but in a bit more of a bashful way.  "... Anyways, that letter.  I feel like we never really talked about it.  Or the other thing I gave you.  Have you needed to use it?"

 Sans paused for a long, long moment.  He didn't want to worry you. "...  Hey, it's alright.  If you have, then I'm glad that my gift is being put to good use, and if you haven't, I'll still love you."

God, he loved and hated it when you did that.  His soul was too stupid to remember that you only meant it as a best friend kind of thing, so it never failed to skip a beat when he heard that from you.  But at the same time, he knew how lucky he was to be hearing that from you at all. So he loved it more than anything, and hated it just a little bit, but he hated himself for hating it at all. He confused the hell out of himself sometimes, so much he almost forgot to speak.  In the end, he decided honesty was better than secrecy.

 "yeah.  sometimes when i'm really sad, and it's like i can't trust in anything.  and also sometimes when i'm really happy and i can't believe that things are going my way.  it's crazy how much it helps.  thanks a bunch." he chuckled softly.  "see? i'm the inarticulate one here. you give me this amazing thing that... seriously helps me through some issues that nobody else has even tried to address.  and all i can think to say is thanks.  i dunno what else to say.  but i hope you know i mean a lot more than just thanks.  i don't know how to repay you."

 You got the biggest, dumbest smile on your face, and he knew right away that you were up to something.  You had a face like that meme cat with the knife pointed at it.  He almost dreaded whatever fresh hell you had in store for him. "uh oh.  not sure i like that impish look right after i offered to repay you for something big.  what's up?"

 You brought him to a halt by jumping down from your perch to the spot right in front of him on the sidewalk.  "I know how you can repay me."

 Oh, stars.  You were so close to him and you were holding his hands in yours and your whole face looked even more beautiful than usual when you smiled like that.

 "okayyy...?" While you were wondering if you were weirding him out a little, he was busy being completely and utterly distracted by your eyes and your lips.

 "How 'bout a kiss, bone boy?"

 ...

 "...  huh?!" Sans was legitimately unsure if he heard you correctly, or if this was some kind of dream, or even a glitch in time.  A glimpse into an alternate universe where you actually wanted him to...?

 You held your hands behind your back, pursed your lips a little, and bounced on your heels, but you repeated yourself loud and clear.  "Dude, I know you don't have lips, but come on. I've shown you Disney movies."

 "no, i, i know what a kiss is, i just..." He clutched his chest, willing his soul not to just spring out and bare itself to you, not to prove beyond a doubt the strength and resilience of his feelings for you like it wanted to. "help me out here.  are you being serious right now?"

 You quirked an eyebrow at him.  "Are you?"

 Great.  Now he was blushing like the idiot he was.  He let go of your hands to pull his hood over his head in quiet embarrassment... but you just smirked at him and carefully, lovingly removed it again.

 "Alright.  Fine. I'm serious," you confessed. "What about you?"

 He couldn't contain his soul anymore.  It glowed in a distinct heart shape in the center of his chest, cast shadows of his ribs through his shirt, gave everything away without him having to say a single word.  But he said it anyways, breathless with anticipation.  "yeah..."

 You moved in a little, then stopped, cracking a doofy smile.  He knew just how you felt.  He was feeling it, too, that simultaneous anticipation of something so new and so incredible just on the horizon, mixed with his love for you, the love that had been there for as long as he could remember, the love that made you his best friend, made you feel like home, made him smile when he thought about spending the rest of his life with you.  It was that love for you that made him stand up on the tips of his toes and tilt his head back to offer his teeth to you.  It was no glamorous Hollywood kiss, that was for sure, considering one party was lipless.  But he didn't give a damn right now, and you gave negative damns.  You cupped his cheeks in your hands, moved the rest of the way in, and began to kiss him.

 Whether he ever admitted it to you or not, Sans had spent a lot of time over the past few months thinking about what it might be like to kiss you.  Some days, when you had a bit of an attitude, he pegged you as a bit of a hard kisser, one who would dig your fingers into his skull and kiss him like your life depended on it, like you were stealing the breath from his non-existent lungs and leaving him gasping.  Some days, when you were sad, he imagined that you kissed slowly and longingly, that you might pull him into your arms as your lips danced against his teeth and hold him in a silent plea to never leave you alone. Other days, when you were happy, and especially when you had some special moment together as best friends, he just imagined you kissing him with a smile on your lips, a smile to match his. Those theories were all a little right, but all a little wrong.  It was no chaste kiss whatsoever.  You pressed your lips to his mouth straight on at first, but then tilted your head and kissed him like you meant it.  It was a firm and confident kiss, one that betrayed no hesitation, and you stroked your thumb over his right cheek, and you were smiling, he could feel it every time you tilted your head.  He knew it was bad kissing etiquette, but he couldn't stop himself from opening his eyes a little to look at you.  He couldn't see anything but your softly shut eyes, but god, you were the most fucking beautiful thing he'd ever seen. It took him a moment to realize that he was just standing there like an asshole with his hands hovering over your waist.  He gently rested his hands there, the warmth of your body just reaching his fingers, just enough to bring him total clarity.

 Holy shit.

 He was experiencing his first kiss.

 He was kissing his best friend.

 He was kissing you.

 He found himself kissing you harder at that realization-- pulling you closer to him, leaning eagerly into your touch, letting one hand roam up almost to your shoulder while the other roamed down to your hip.  It felt like all those months of friendship unraveling all at once, or maybe blossoming was a better word-- yes, blossoming into something entirely new and beautiful, and that best friendship was still there, it always would be, nothing could ever make him stop thinking of you as his best pal. But it gave way to something else, too: the kind of love that set his soul ablaze.  You were everything at once to him.

 When you pulled away, neither of you could tell, but you both had the same expression.  Wide-eyed and smiling, in disbelief, in awe.  In love.

 "Holy shit," you spoke first, in a low whisper.

 "the holiest of shits."  Sans grinned up at you, a familiar smile with a rare blue blush. And then he stretched up to give you another kiss.  This one was much shorter, because after a couple of seconds, you both got a case of hysterical giggles and had to pull away from each other.

 "Hehehe!  Damn it, Sans."  You hugged him and rested your chin on top of his head.  He nuzzled gratefully into your chest, feeling like he could just purr like a cat when you rubbed between his shoulder blades.  "Alright.  Fess up. How long?"

 "oh geez.  i mean, i realized it when you gave me the pocket watch.  but, at that point, i was already..." he trailed off.  He didn't want to come on too strong.  He didn't want you to freak out if he dropped the L-bomb that was on the tip of his tongue.  But he looked up and saw the hope in your eyes and knew that it would be alright.  "... i was already in love with you. and i was too far gone to remember when i must've actually, uh, fallen for ya'.  but if i can make an educated guess?  considering you're you, 'mpretty sure i must've started falling for you the day i met you."

 You laughed and gently pushed him away from you by the shoulders at that.  "Sans... sweetheart.  You are SUCH a sap.  But what's important is that I love you, too.  In case you couldn't tell by the passionate makeout we just had."

 He huffed out a soft chuckle that produced a single cloud of mist in the night air.  "we did just make out."

 "Yep." "that's a thing that happened."

 "I hope I can count on it happening again."

 "you bet your sweet ass you can."  

 One moment, Sans was smiling up at you, happier than you'd ever seen him, wrapped up in your embrace.  Then he took a step away from you, then turned his back to you and shoved his hands into his pockets.

 "...  Hey, is everything alright?"

 Tick, tick, tick, tick...

 He could feel the steady rhythm of the pocket watch in his hand without even taking it out of his pocket to look at it.  He shut his eyes, he focused on it.

 Tick, tick, tick, tick...

 It was strong.  It was constant. It was certain.  You were strong.  You were constant.  You were certain.  This was reality, and nothing could take it away from him.  But in the end, it was your voice, not the watch, that brought him back into the present.

 "What's the matter?  Talk to me."

 "it's just...  the happier i get, the more scared i feel.  the more i have to lose, if..."  he sighed, shaking his head.

 "...  The higher you are, the further you have to fall," you agreed quietly. "...  yeah."  He turned back around to face you.  "but it's stupid.  i can't live my whole life in fear of that."  He reached out and held your hands, just like earlier.  "...  i'm ready to start...  moving..." "...  Forward in time?" you completed his phrase.

 You smiled at him.  He smiled back at you, reached up and tucked some of your hair behind your ear.

 "yeah.  forward in time.  with you."

#sans #sans/reader #sans x reader #skelly boy's first kiss~ #best friends to lovers #all that good shit #mod kasha

[mrjcb]

My Best Friend’s Sister (Part 8)

Adult content. 18+ only. Start this story from Part 1 here.

Part 8:

I love this girl.

I’m not sure how long I stayed carrying Eva in front of her front door, but let’s just say that by the time we were done I felt I could skip “leg day” at the gym. ‘Kay?

Eventually I had to sit down, of course. I’m not a superhero. But… come to think of it, it was kind of impressive how long I stood there with a 100 pound person attached to my chest. Hmm… maybe Semi-Superhero Joe? I can dig it.

Look at me, making jokes so I don’t cry while I’m reminiscing about this story. This part was fucking hard to write. That I can tell you.

I opened Eva’s front door – she’s still wrapped around me –  and sat down on a couch right inside her living room by the front door. It was completely dark in there. She stayed wrapped around me like a small child – legs around my back and her arms around my neck. My hands were around her ass to support her. Her head was resting on my shoulder, turned away from me. I assume her eyes were closed.

We stayed embracing each other for a few minutes, and then I asked her – very delicately, in case she was sleeping – if she wanted to get cleaned up in the bathroom.

I felt her nodding her head lightly on my shoulder, so I tried to get up but it was impossible from that position, lol.

“Okay. Come.” I said. And she climbed off of me and I held her hand as we walked towards the bathroom. I opened the door for her and she went inside, and I stayed by her bedroom door / bathroom door (they are right next to each other) where some of the light from her bedroom was illuminating the hallway.

After 2 minutes or something she opened the door to come out. Her eyes were still red but she smiled at me shyly and opened her arms in the “hug me” position. I approached her and kissed her on her head and held her tight in my arms with her head against my chest.

I told her I had to go soon and she said something like “Not yet” or “No” or something similar to that. I opened her bedroom door and layed her down on the bed. I sat next to her, stroking her hair and holding one of her hands.

She fell asleep 20 or 30 minutes later.

After I covered her up with blankets and stuff (lol), I was getting up to go home but decided to stay with her and I slept next to her in her bed.

After 2 hours of sleep or so, I was woken up by the alarm I had set on my phone for 6:00, because I had stuff to do and I also didn’t want David to see me and think I used him to fuck his sister (this was the one time I didn’t suggest I come over just to see her, oddly enough).

I got out of the bed, put my clothes on, and left.

I wrote Eva a text message when I was in my car about to leave her house. It said something like:

“I want to see you later after work,” or something like that.

She replied right away – I thought she was still sleeping but I guess I woke her up when I left – she put a smiley kissy face or something similar to that. Sometimes I can’t tell those little emojis apart, you know?

I wrote, “Go back to sleep. Lock the door.” and drove off.

So, as you can imagine – yet again – we picked up our little tryst.

Eva came over later that day and we made sweet love. It was really nice.

She’d come by my house a few times per week. By the way, she had already broken up with her boyfriend around the time she sent me that Spanish text message that I never responded to. Not that it really mattered. I used to be that guy that would say, “I’ll never condone cheating so I’ll never sleep with a girl that’s in a relationship,” but as I’ve gotten older I really don’t care to impose my morals on someone else – and I’ve gotten more selfish with age. It’s not about facilitating cheating, it’s about me fucking & taking someone or something that I want. Their previous – or current – engagements are mostly irrelevant.

But with that said, Eva did break up with her boyfriend. I never asked why, but I’m sure both you and I can figure it out.

Kitten and I had always talked about going on a nice vacation together but we had never done it. I had gone to Disney World with David and her and some friends before and normal stuff like that – but always with other people, never alone.

So I booked a cruise for us – a short one, just for the weekend – and I surprised her with it. She almost couldn’t make it because of work (she was working at an animal shelter at the time), but we were able to sort out her schedule and neither of us could wait for the day to arrive. I don’t remember the exact day, but I want to say December 12th or 13th, 2013 – whichever was a Friday.

Now, coincidentally, a week before the date of our romantic cruise, I was invited to a Playboy Party here in Miami Beach for that Thursday night – the night before we left.

I was planning on going with one of my guy-friends but decided to take Eva instead. She was ecstatic. The little freak. Haha

I forgot what time the party began, but Eva and I went to the beach early for some alone time since we didn’t really know what to expect from this Playboy Party.

We went to a rooftop bar and mingled with some friends of hers that happened to be around. After an hour or so, we made our way over to the hotel that was hosting the Playboy Party.

When we got there the line was enormous. Luckily the girl that invited me told me to use her name to skip the line and get preferential access, so we were able to get in right away.

The party was being held in a huge, multi-level auditorium. It was pretty wild. Playboy Models (not the real deals, these were just models hired by Playboy, I believe, for this party) were all over the place with their little bunny ears and fishnet stockings (oh, how I love fishnets), and little sexy bunny tails.

There were taller women who had complete bodysuits of really weird stuff. Think of a dark green full body suit with bunny ears, but you can’t see eyes or a noise or a mouth. That line between sexy and creepy, I guess. Just a dark green figure doing a weird bunny dance. lol

And then at the very front of the auditorium was a huge movie screen. Bigger than you’d see in a movie theater. Huge, huge, huge.

And on this screen was a video playing. It was weirder than heck:

There was a giant, topless woman wearing a thong and heels. And she was walking through a city made of candy. A tiny city. She was as big as King Kong – bigger than King Kong – and she was just walking through this city. She knelt down to look inside a skyscraper, and saw a man in there. She put her fingers through the windows and pulled him out out of the building, sort of looking at him and giggling, then she put him in her mouth and ate him.

She got up and walked around the city some more, looking down at the “candy people” and occasionally reaching down, picking up a candy-man, and eating him..

Eva and I were sitting down having a drink in the loungey-type area of the party, talking to my friend that invited me, and talking to a couple that was sitting across from us. We were all commenting on how weird the video was, but quickly moved on to other topics.

However, a few minutes later I glanced up at the screen and now the Giant Woman in the movie had sat down on a building-top. It showed her looking down at cars, and she placed the ball of her heel on them and crushed them. Her heels were sexy as hell.

Then, the camera shifted to looking up at this woman as if we were tiny, candy-people on the street. She raised her heel – so now we’re looking up at the bottom of the heel – and she slowly took it off to reveal the sole of her foot, right in front of the point-of-view of the camera. It was a beautiful and curvy foot.

Then, the most erotic thing happened – this giant woman looked down at the camera slowly, and with a stern look, pointed at her foot commandingly as she extended it towards the camera.

It was at this point that my eyes were glued to the screen. Eva touched my hand to ask me something, and I said, “Hold on,” and put my hand on her exposed thigh and stroked it while looking back up at the screen. I’m pretty sure Eva noticed, as you’ll find out soon, lol

Eva grabbed my hand to stop me from rubbing her – and held it in place – while she crossed her legs. Then she put my hand on her knee that was crossed over the other one, and I started rubbing down towards her foot that was extended towards me.

When I reached the bottom of her feet with my hand I felt a little thrill in my body that I hadn’t really experienced before. I started trying to grab her foot but her heel was in the way. Eva bent down a little and took it off and extended her naked foot towards me underneath this table that was concealing our dirty dealings.

It looked more beautiful than I had ever noticed before.

She rested her heel on my thigh and I put my whole hand around her foot, my thumb on top and my fingers underneath under her sole. It was so smooth, and I felt a wave of pleasure come over me. My cock was throbbing hard and – again, I have to use the word thrilling – there was a thrill, an urge – I felt like my whole body was losing control and becoming weak. I can’t explain it.

I had to take a deep breath and try to control myself. I put my left hand on my crotch over my hard cock and rubbed it slowly through my suit pants.

Eva turned sideways towards me and put her legs on my lap, as she continued to talk to the girl across the table. Her boyfriend or husband or whatever had gone somewhere so luckily I wasn’t obliged to talk to anyone

Eva’s feet were hanging over my left thigh.

Eva started trying to shake off her left heel – her right foot was already naked – and her heel dangled off of her foot. I almost lost my mind. I put my hand underneath the heel and slowly removed it, revealing the second piece of her perfect, pedicured pair.

I kept my hands on her feet, rubbing them, showing them affection, for the next 10 minutes while we all talked about stuff. Then Eva wanted to dance, so I bent down to get her heels that was below my chair, and my face was right next to her feet. My God I had never wanted to lick or kiss something so badly in my life, lol

But I couldn’t.

I picked up her heels and slid them delicately on her feet. We both got up and I tried to hide my hard cock from the folks we were talking to, but I kept looking down at her Eva’s gorgeous feet encased in her sexy heels, and noticed the other girl had nice feet, too.

Eva grabbed my hand and walked towards the dance floor where we had a good time. We partied and had fun for the next few hours, and went back to my place at probably 4 or 5 AM, both horny as hell to fuck.

As soon as we got inside I pressed my body up against Eva’s back and pushed her against the wall. I stood behind her with my hand around her neck. My mouth was to her ear and I said, “Is this what you want?”

She nodded and moaned slightly.

I tightened my fingers around her and lifted her chin up sternly and said, “Hmm?”

"Yes,” she said barely while nodding her head as much as she could with me firmly holding it in place.

I lifted up her slutty dress and pulled down her thong to her heels. I remember looking at her heels and saying to myself, “What the fuck was I thinking earlier?”

I put my hand on Eva’s leg and rubbed it upward as I stood back up, up to the side of her ass.

I put my arm around her waist and pulled her ass towards me as I undid my belt buckle with my other hand. She grinded her ass on my crotch.I pulled my pants and underwear down in one motion and put my cock on her ass. She moaned as she felt the shaft between her cheeks. I grabbed both of her hands and held them up against the wall. She swayed her ass rapidly trying to get my cock to find her hungry pussy.

I kept one of my hands holding hers against the wall, and used the other to position my cock inside of her. She was already soaking wet. I thrust inside of her as her moans grew louder.

I kissed her on her neck and she turned to kiss me. She bit my lip as I continued to violate her.

I pushed her head against the wall and put my arm tightly around her, pulling her ass into me and thrusting vigorously until I came inside of her.

After pumping out the last few drops of cum I let go of her and went straight into the shower, leaving her cum-filled self leaning against the wall, breathing deeply.

A couple minutes later she joined me, and we showered together and cuddled up in bed & went to sleep, eager to get some rest before our cruise -- which was quickly approaching later in the morning.

Continue Reading with Part 9

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#my writing #truestory #mylife #eva #nonfiction #+18

[ecotone99]

Shhhh...

This story takes place when I was in elementary school, back in the early 90’s. I was six or seven, I can’t really remember, or rather I try not to remember. I haven’t told anyone of it since then… Because he told me not to.

I was in school on a crisp fall day, and the leaves had just started falling. The grassy green pigments I was used to had now turned into all different shades of yellow, brown, and red. My friends and I used to always dive right into the leaves and we’d play hide and seek ‘till the sun went down. I was super excited that day, because the piles of leaves were massive, like mini autumn mountains. Those were some of my favorite memories from my early childhood. As soon as the clock struck eleven-forty-five, I anxiously awaited my teachers’ approval to unlock the shackles keeping us in that confined classroom. And like the start of a horse race, we ran like bullets to our favorite time of day; recess. Unfortunately, our playground was confined at that point, as a girl named… oh God, what was her name again? Oh yeah, Laurel. She was in my class the year prior, but I never really got to know her because she was always by herself. A lot of kids heard different stories about what happened to her. The night earlier was Halloween, so some kids said she wasn’t missing, but instead was sick from eating too much candy. Others were convinced of her disappearance because of the tight knit information being disclosed from us by the adults. But where’d she go? No one could quite agree on this part. The most popular theory was that she ran away, as she seemed to be a loner anyway.

But none of these urban legends deterred us from playing our favorite game, manhunt. For those of you who don’t know, manhunt is like the next level of hide and seek. There’d be two teams, one would have a given amount of time to find a good place to secure their location, while the other team would count down until the time was right for them to hunt us down. The goal was for the hiders to make it back to home base without getting caught. Everyone chipped in some Halloween candy into the winners’ bowl. That day, I made sure to be a runner; I knew the perfect place to hide.

3…2…1…GO!!!! Before I knew it, I was bolting through the battlefield. I ducked under swings, and flew past teachers as I made my way to the edge of the pigpen I was fenced in. But, this particular fence had a secret; a hole: one big enough for a tiny kid like me to crawl through. No one would even think to look for me out in the woods behind the school, and when the time was right, BAM, I’d be back at home base before anyone would realize they hadn’t found me yet. I already tasted the sweet and sour candy in my watering mouth. I checked my left and right to see if anyone followed me, but I was in the clear. I dirtied up my white shorts as I dug my way out, like one of those army men training in the movies. Making it to the other side, I picked myself up and looked around for the perfect pile of leaves to disguise myself in. And there they were, right under a larger-than-life oak tree, one of the grandest heaps of leaves I had ever seen. I couldn’t help but smile as I quietly made my way into the pile. I was afraid I’d somehow alert the seekers of my where-a-bouts if I crunched too much as I snuggled myself inside the cocoon. And there I lay. Still smiling, I put my hands over my mouth to hold back from giggling. I had the kind of overwhelming joy a kid gets the first time the tooth fairy visits them, or meeting Goofy at Disney World. I was ecstatic. This feeling soon turned to disgust as I started noticing my surroundings. It smelt... atrocious. I could only imagine hundreds of bugs both living and dead inside this home I’d made for myself. I wasn’t too scared of bugs, but for some reason, I felt utterly disgusted being in there. It felt moist and sticky and intoxicatingly gross. My eyes started itching… no burning, as I viciously rubbed at them in a fruitless attempt to make the pain go away. The scent seemed to make it’s way into my lungs and started relentlessly stabbing at them. I couldn’t take it anymore. I squirmed around in the nest trying to find my way out, but I could barely see through my fort, as red became the primary color shielding my vision. I didn’t know whether my eyes were bleeding or if it was just the color of the leaves rubbing against my face, but what I did know is that I wanted out of there, and I wanted it fast. Wiping my eyes against my dirt stained shirt, my vision cleared and I saw another set of eyes staring back at mine. I squealed at first, thinking it was some sort of animal that was going to bite my face off, but than I realized that it was just Laurel.

I whispered to her, “Hey Laurel, what are you doing in here? Everyone thinks you ran away from home.” She kept staring at me, but never gave me a response.

“Are you hiding in here from someone too?” I asked anxiously. “Um… come on, let’s get out of here.”

I reached around for her hand and finally got hold of it. Her hand was small and gentle, yet chilly and, once again, sticky. Too many lollipops, I assured myself. I finally made my way into the refreshing sunlight and took in an enormous breath of air. I was still holding Laurel’s hand, but something didn’t feel quite right. She was a small girl, but she felt almost weightless. I slightly tugged at her arm, only to look back and see that it was just an arm. Before I could even let out a yelp, a large hand wrapped around my mouth. It was rough; I felt as if it was cutting my face with each slight movement. The hand was white as snow, but was covered in filth that stood out due to the almost plastic coloring of the skin. I then heard a soft and relaxing whisper flow past my right ear. It was a man’s voice; a voice that sang like a siren.

“Shhhh… It’s all right.”

My breathing became increasingly heavy and I knew he could tell.

“Your friend and I were having a play date, but you can’t tell anyone. It’s our little secret.”

I finally managed to free my mouth from his grasp and let out a shriek of terror. I heard someone in the distance ask what that sound was. I knew they were coming to look, and he knew it too.

“I have to go now,” he told me, “but you have to promise me that you won’t tell anyone about me. Not your mom, not your dad, not anyone. And if you do,” his final words seemed to linger for what felt like hours, “I’ll know.”

And with that I heard his footsteps walk away crunching though the leaves, making his way to the shelter of the dense woods. But he wasn’t even running. His motions were so innocent. Even when a teacher and a couple of other kids found me, I knew he was still there. Still watching. Eyes wide open. I then became distracted by the blood curdling howl of a scream the teacher let loose. One of the kids even threw up from the sight; the kind of sight no one should ever have to go through the horror of witnessing.

Sirens and yelling from cops and parents flooded the schoolyard. Kids wondered what was going on as there moms and dads desperately picked them up. But the ones that were crying… they knew what happened. A burly police officer with a moustache too big for his lip approached me and tried getting any information he could. But it didn’t matter how much they asked, because all they knew was that Laurel was found hacked and slashed in a pile of leaves outside the school after having disappeared the previous night. And that’s all I knew. That’s all I could tell them. Further questioning throughout the next few weeks wouldn't change anything. There was nothing else for me to say. He made sure of that…

Every night I looked out my window I saw him. His ghost-white skin haunted the darkness itself, as he stood in my driveway. Most of the time he’d just be standing there, staring at my window. If we made eye contact, he would occasionally wave and sometimes put his index finger against his mouth, signaling for me to remain quiet. So every night I’d turn the other way to face the never-ending hallway outside of my room. The one lamp my mom made sure to always keep on out there illuminated his shadow against the wall. If I stared too long, his head would cock sideways like a dog hearing an unfamiliar noise. He was always there watching over me like a demented angel.

My secret admirer led to severe emotional stress that doctors pegged as PTSD from finding Laurel. Agony is the only way to describe the feeling I get when I wake up every morning, just trying to get my gears going to make it through another day. There was neither chemical-twisting medication nor a four-eyed friendly shrink that could cure what I had. I got to an all-time low and hung a noose around my neck. But the pain wouldn’t end… they just cut me down and stuck me here, in this goddamn mental institute, strapped down like a feral fucking animal!

“I know what you’re feeling. Through my many years of social work, I’ve encountered so many lost souls that have been shattered from traumatizing events such as the one you went through.” The soothing psychologist told me.

“I-its… hard to take in, but this man… he’s all in my head… I guess having a staring contest with a dead girl can really spook a kid huh?” I chuckled with the slightest hesitation.

“I think you could use a nice, long rest.” He says with nurture.

“Yeah… I suppose some shut-eye could help.”

With that, Dr. Lotus gets up to shut the door. The sounds of beeping monitors and sassy nurses are slowly drowned out. All I can hear are the clinks and clanks of the doctor rummaging through a cedar cabinet. He calmly turns back to me holding some sort of gas mask.

My body tingled with relief as he strapped the mask on around my head. As my eyes become heavy and I start drifting away, I see him pick up something. It’s a scalpel. No… it’s too sharp to be a scalpel…

“I told you not to tell anyone…”

I squirm in my chair, fighting against my inevitable nap.

"Shhhh..."

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