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kodared · 1 year

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☆ Welcome home Neighbor~! ☆

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Human Reader x Welcome Home!

Something is wrong with this House, and it wasn't the atrocious color scheme.

Chapter 7/?

Word Count: 3,762 Out of 20,428

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Julie quickly abandoned brushing your hair, practically throwing the brush on the couch as she lept off of it, taking off in the direction of where you assumed her room was.

You moved to pick up the brush from the couch, scooting yourself to be more comfortable as you brushed through the back of your hair on your own,

You had to admit, Wally and Julie did do a good job of getting most of the knots out, but some were harder to get than others sadly.

Seeing as Julie was absent from the couch, Wally moved closer to you again, both of your arms practically touching as he stared at you, the buzzing behind your eyes suddenly didn't feel comforting anymore.

Wally stared at you for a minute or two longer as you brushed the knots out of your hair, struggling with a few of them before he spoke,

“are you excited to meet home?”

You tried desperately to focus all your attention on your hair, pleading internally for him to stop staring at you, your hands shook as they held the hairbrush.

“I mean yeah, They’re Julie's friend, and Julie seems nice so,”

Your words felt clunky and scattered as they left your mouth, Wally staring made you anxious, and you didn't know if it was because of your normal anxiety, or the fact he might be the reason you were here to begin with.

“they're my best friend too,”

Wally leaned back on the couch, breaking his stare for a moment as he sunk into the soft plush of the sofa.

“there was this one time me and julie were painting, and home, being the trickster they are, moved one of their shutters to splash paint on me!”

Wally broke out in his monotone laughter again, if you had any comfort from Wally looking away from you it just left.

“Wait, Home is an actual home?”

You put the hairbrush in your lap as you, regrettably, made eye contact with Wally again, you knew you were currently living with talking puppets, but a sentient house? That was a whole new world of insanity.

“ha ha ha, yes, of course, i live with them after all.”

Suddenly it all clicked in your brain. Home was the red house in the center of the Town with large eyes, and worst of all Wally lived there.

“neighbor? are you alright?”

Wally waved his hand in front of your eyes, you must have dissociated and never noticed.

“Haha, uh yeah Im alright Wally. Sorry, this is all new to me,”

A pathetic excuse, but it seemed to calm Wally. Your hands busied themselves with picking at a few loose threads on the clothes Sally gave you, they shook as you tried desperately to calm yourself.

“So, your hair…”

You tried to busy your mind with more questions to Wally, you didn't know a whole lot about him after all, and he still had his hair curlers in, though he began pulling a few out.

“Do you have to style it in the morning? Or is it just like that?”

Wally hummed lightly as he thought before speaking,

“well, i take a shower, then i curl my hair, then i have to gel it and sometimes i use hairspray..”

Wally seemed to enjoy talking the most about his hair routine, you zoned out until Wally was finished going into detail on his complex hair routine in the morning.

“Wait, you have a shower? I thought you guys were felt and didn't really.. Need those,”

“ha ha ha, what a silly silly thought neighbor,”

Removing the final curler from his blue hair, he set them all on Julie's table before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a makeup mirror, moving his hair into the proper spots before he would need to gel it,

You had to admit, he looked nice with his hair down,

“what are we supposed to do if we get paint on us? leave it? we need showers just as anyone else would,”

…You would have to ask Howdy when you got home later to use his then. The feeling of dirt on your skin became very irritating very fast.

“Well, that's good to know I guess,”

You pulled your legs up on the couch, curling in on yourself while you picked at your nails, removing any dirt that may have been stuck from the previous day.

“what are those?”

Wally once again was back to breathing down your neck to your dismay. He practically leaned on you as he hovered his hand over your arm, almost as if he was asking to touch you,

You allowed him, not seeing a reason to not let him as you moved your arm to his hand. You could swear his smile got wider.

“wow, you humans really are intricate,”

Wally moved from your arm to your wrist examining your hand, focusing his attention on your nails specifically.

“why are the tips of your hands harder than your skin?”

He tapped at your nails with his finger, and you couldn't help but giggle at his childlike wonder at how you worked, all of the neighbors acted excited to know more about you it seemed.

“Well those are nails Wally, they're kinda like.. Claws, and they grow a lot, so does my hair,”

Just as you finished speaking with Wally about your nails and hair, Julie came running back into the room, holding various cans of paint in her small arms,

“C'mon, cmon!! I can't wait to give Home a good ol’ Spa Day!”

Wally stood from the couch to help Julie with the various paints she was holding, he tried desperately to flip his hair out of his eyes, and he failed, miserably.

So being the kind and anxious person you were, you quickly pulled his bangs from his face, trying to not think about it too much as you walked to the door to hold it for them.

Wally seemed to appreciate your kind act as he gave you a friendly smile that was somehow brighter than normal. He walked beside you and Julie as you walked to Home, and oh boy you were not excited to meet home anymore.

You moved one of your hands to hold the bridge of your nose, feeling the hum behind your eyes pick up in frequency as you approached the red house.

Desperately trying to console yourself before you would be forced to speak and interact with Home, you took a few deep breaths, composing yourself as you approached the red house.

Julie was walking to a song in her head as she walked with a bounce, it reminded you of how a cartoon character would walk, she turned to you, her eyes practically sparkling.

“Are you excited to meet Home? I'm excited, that's for sure!”

Wally turned around too, you suddenly felt very pressured to feign excitement. I mean it would be rude to not, Julie was friends with Home and Wally lived with… in…?

With. Wally lived with home,

“Uh.. Yeah, I am..!”

You forced yourself to smile, the corners of your mouth twitching in betrayal to the joy you were feigning. You just hoped neither of them noticed,

Julie smiled and went back to walking at her upbeat and charismatic pace, while Wally's eyes lingered on you a while longer, You looked anywhere but at him.

It didn't take long to approach Home, with Wally calling out to them as Julie practically dropped the paint she was holding to run and hug the side of the house,

“Home!! It's been too long..! We have this amazing idea..-”

Homes shutters creaked as they waved them in a fond greeting to Julie as she continued to ramble, Wally smiled fondly as he walked past Julie to the front of Home,

You followed behind Wally reluctantly, trying to convince yourself Home might be chill, maybe you were being too anxious, after all this was a world full of puppets.

You couldn't be more wrong, unfortunately.

The trees and flowers surrounding it did nothing to distract you from its eyes. They were big pools of black emptiness, with no pupils.

A faint black ink seeped from the bottom of the windows, leaving an uncanny valley to creep into your head the more you stared.

If Wally was talking, you weren't paying attention. He set down the various cans of paints as he waved his hand in front of your face,

“neighbor? it's rude to stare..”

You snapped out of it as Wally focused his attention directly on you,

“Oh, sorry Wally, it's.. nice to meet you... Home,”

Home waved the front door, clicking and shutting it a few times as Wally smiled,

“they say hello,”

Julie made her way to the front of the house, the paint cans clinking together as she focused on not spilling them.

“You can understand them?”

To you all that Home sounded like a series of clicks and creaks, but maybe it was Morse code..?

Wally let out a laugh,

“haha, of course i can silly, me and home talk quite often actually,”

Surprisingly that didn't creep you out as much as you thought it would, it only made sense for Wally to begin to understand Homes way of speaking after a while. How long had Wally lived here anyways..?

“well! ill be back soon neighbor, i must gel my hair before it dries,”

Wally walked to the door and Home politely opened it for him, Homes eyes going cross as they tried to look at Wally before closing the door behind him. Leaving you and Julie alone with Home.

“As i was saying Home! I have sooo many blues that I think would look darling on your shutters!”

Julie sat criss-cross on the ground in front of Homes… eye? As she popped open a few cans of paint. The smell reminds you of when you had to paint your old room.

You tried to desperately shake off the feeling of being out of place, sitting down didn't calm you either. You still felt like you were being analyzed and picked apart, but Home wasn't even looking at you.

Oh but when they did... It was a whole different story.

Your hair stood on end as Home took its attention off of Julie. Staring at you. You suddenly felt small as the smell of the warehouse somehow hit your nose.

Visions of Homes' old Rusted eyes that were forced shut from years of wear and abandonment danced across your vision. This all felt too much.

You lightly stimmed your hands as you desperately tried to calm down. You were fine, Julie wouldn't let anything bad happen to you after all, right?

Looking up at where Julie once was, you saw nothing. Julie was gone. Leaving you alone with Home.

You stood quickly, tripping over your feet as your vision became more spotted, Black spots pranced around your vision as you swear you could have seen Red strings attaching themselves to nothing in Homes eyes.

An empty void. Filled with nothing but swirls and Red, you were its next victim.

Your legs shook, and the ground beneath you somehow felt uneven and like it would collapse at any minute.

You had to get back to Howdy.

You took off in the direction of Howdys shop. Who cares if Wally and Julie would look for you later, you needed to get somewhere safe.

Before you could get far, however, you felt the hum behind your eyes increase. Feeling like a swarm of bees behind your eyes, no. Wasps.

Stinging at your brain as you tried to think of ways to escape.

You collapsed. Your heart felt as if it was practically beating out of your chest.

Your hands gripping desperately onto the soft grass, trying to get your bearings as your eyes felt like they were swirling.

As the pain amplified in your head, you gave up. Laying down on the grass as you felt something faintly grasping sharply at your Ankles, you had no energy to fight anymore.

Before you slipped under the warm blanket of unconsciousness, however, Your brain was quickly snapped out of the spell it was under as Homes door swung open.

You turned around, your head feeling faint as you saw Wally standing in the doorway, his hair faintly in the position of its usual Pompadour, stray hairs fell in his eyes as he panted.

“Neighbor! Are you Alri..-”

You didn't give him a chance to respond. Practically crawling away from him before you could kick yourself back up on your feet, Running straight to Howdys.

You could faintly hear Wally yell after you as you picked up speed, barely brushing past Eddie as he walked to his Post Office. If he said anything to you it was Ignored.

Practically falling onto the glass door of Howdys shop, you gripped firmly onto the handle. Scared of your shaking legs collapsing.

Howdy was nowhere to be seen. Tears prick at the corner of your eyes as you could hear Wally and Eddie yelling after you, You slammed the door shut without care and took off to Howdys Office.

You run to the bathroom and click the lock shut with inhuman speed. This was the only place with a lock that you knew of, and you needed space.

You wanted to go home. You collapsed onto your butt, pushing yourself away from the bathroom door as you felt a cool breeze hit your skin.

You shook as your hands slammed over your ears and a ringing picked up in them. You were scared, and as much as you wished Howdy was here, you couldn't keep burdening him with your issues.

You could now hear Wally outside the door, oh how you wished it was Eddie instead.

“Neig…bor? If you can hear me, say something,”

As he spoke his voice sounded.. Different. It no longer held a calm tone to it, he sounded worried.

You stomped your foot in response, you didn't feel verbal as of now but you wanted to hear what he had to say.

“Good..! good, i know you must be.. scared.”

Understatement of the year ladies and gentlemen! You rolled your eyes to no one.

Wally sighed before continuing,

“would you mind if i came in? it will only be me, eddie went to franks,”

Again, you wished Eddie was here instead. The kind mailman wouldn't hurt a fly, Wally, however, you didn't know.

…If he lived with Home he may know something though.

You scooted closer to the door, pressing your back against it,

“I'd rather talk with the door closed... Your staring is creepy.”

You didn't feel like sugarcoating right now, your anxiety would normally do so if you weren't so amped on adrenaline, and probably hunger.

Wally laughed an airy laugh, this laugh felt different from his other ones though, he sounded.. Normal.

“Haha.. what if i promise to keep my eyes on the floor?”

A thump hit the door as you felt something push against it, seemed like Wally was getting comfortable.

“No.”

You heard shuffling,

“what if i say please?”

You lay your head on top of your knees, groaning at Wally's poor attempt to persuade you into opening the door.

“....if you open the door.. i can tell you what happened with home.”

Your head snapped up from your knees as you almost hit the door in shock, you quickly stood and unlocked the door on shaky knees.

“You need to tell me everything you know.”

Wally looked up from his spot on the floor as he flailed to stop himself from falling as the door opened.

Suddenly his smile didn't seem that forced, and his messy hair looked natural,

“okay,”

It took you and Wally a few minutes to settle in the bathroom, it was a bit awkward sharing the small space with someone you once held distaste for, but here you were.

“So, spill puppet man.”

You stared at him with hopefully the same intensity he once did to you, it seemed to be working as he averted his gauze. His hand raised to fidget with a few loose strands of hair,

“you must understand, home is good at heart.”

“I didn't ask that.”

Your posture went rigid as Wally went to Homes defense. If Wally was going to act like Home was a good guy after what just happened you would go back to sulking.

“right, sorry.”

Wally met your eyes again as he stopped fidgeting and clasped his hands in his lap,

“home wants us all to be happy, this place is made to be happy,”

His eyes met the floor again as he continued,

“so, sometimes when home meets someone who… isn't. happy,”

Wallys' hands picked at a few loose threads, looking as if he was reminiscing on a bad memory.

“they try to fix it. they bring them here, or they try to fix you”

Suddenly you couldn't breathe.

“So Home brought me here?”

Wally looked at you, his nonexistent eyebrows creasing in worry and sadness,

“yes and no, see-”

You stood, all feelings of anxiety practically flooded into the floor as you became angry,

“What do you mean Yes and No.”

Wally grew nervous, feeling the tension rising in the small space you both occupied at the moment,

“dont get the wrong idea Y/N..! i didn't know this would happe..-!”

“You didn't know this would happen..? What do you mean You?”

Wally grew more anxious. He looked like he was about to cry, which is when you started to try to calm yourself down. Taking deep breaths and dropping the fists that your hands had formed impulsively.

“Wally, I need you to be honest, did you have something to do with how I got here?”

Wally didn't need to say anything, you already knew from the way his pupils shrunk to pinpricks. He kept trying to form a sentence, only to fail.

“Wally. I need to get home, how did I get here?”

Wally let out a nonexistent breath that he seemed to be holding,

“i.. i don't know much myself. Home, in a way to protect us, blocks our memories.”

Of course he didn't know, this was just your luck.

You slid back down the wall holding your head, your fingers digging into your various locks of hair as you groaned.

“Wally you need to tell the others. This isn't right, they deserve to know.”

“what makes you think they don't?”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at Wally, feeling anger bubble in your chest,

“Because who would be okay with this? This... This is inhumane! Having memories wiped..? All in the vain attempt to be happy!?”

Wally sighed as his head drooped, a few stray hairs falling out of the loose pompadour he once had.

“neighbor you must understand, this place is safe. there is nothing to worry about here, everyone is friendly, why wouldn't you want to stay?”

Wally had you there, this place did seem miles better than the life you lived in your town.

“Because I have a life at home, Wally. My Home. And I don't exactly fit in here. Yknow, because I'm not a puppet”

You raised your hand to point a finger at him,

“By the way if I turn into a puppet, the nonexistent crime rate here is gonna skyrocket.”

Wally again let out a genuine laugh before speaking,

“no, no you won't turn into a puppet, honestly i don't know where home found you, your nothing like we’ve seen before.”

You groaned and dropped your pointing hand,

“Great so I'm basically still as lost as I was yesterday. This is getting nowhere.”

Wally stood and moved to sit beside you, putting his hand on your shoulder,

“if it makes you feel any better frank may be able to help, i can ask if we can speak with him tomorrow,”

“That seems to be the best bet sadly,”

You both flinched as you heard knocking at the Bathroom door before a familiar voice spoke,

“Y/N..? Are you in there?”

Wally stood quickly as he dusted himself off, straightening his cardigan before attempting to fix his hair the best he could, you tried to stifle a laugh at the man's obsession with his vanity.

“Yeah, me and Wally are in here Howd’s,”

You walked to the door, unlocking it and opening it widely to show Howdy you and Wally were, in fact, in the bathroom.

Howdy smiled and gave Wally a fond smile, before focusing his attention on you, his eyes going wide with worry.

“Y/N! Are you alright, your looking pale..”

One of his hands shot to your head while the others gripped onto your arms, he seemed scared that you were going to faint at any moment,

“Ah.. I'm alright Howdy, just had a bit of a panic attack, Wally helped me though,”

Wally walked beside you and gave a smile to Howdy,

“it wasn't any trouble at all, just helping where i can,”

Howdy finished analyzing your face and holding a palm to your forehead to acknowledge Wally fully,

“Thank you Wally, I must have been too busy organizing the Stock to notice Y/N enter the Shop,”

Howdy stepped away from the door to give Wally and you room to exit, Wally walking ahead of you,

“again it was no problem howdy..! happy to help,”

Howdy laughed before jabbing his elbow into Wallys' arm,

“You're also happy to help yourself to some apples..! Isn't that right Mr.Darling?”

Wallys' smile curved mischievously as he walked out of the Office, leaving you and Howdy alone in his Office,

“..What happened to get you so shakin’ up Honeybee..?”

You met Howdys eyes again and he looked concerned as always, you wished you weren't such a bother to him.

“The usual, Wally talked me through it though, but I'm still nowhere closer to getting home.”

Howdy walked closer to you, putting a comforting hand on your back,

“If it makes ya’ feel any better, Poppy made you a blueberry cupcake, Her baking always makes me feel better at least,”

You giggled as your anxiety ebbed from your body at Howdys comforting gesture,

“Sure, can't wait to try the Towns famous bakers cupcake,”

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Wally stepped into the dark living room. His hands still fluttered around a few loose threads before Home shut the door behind him.

A flurry of Slams came from his bedroom door.

“Wait..! Im happy..! They didnt do anything, i promi..-!”

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a-simple-gaywitch · 3 years

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Composed of the Elements

Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: When a case takes the team to (Y/N)'s home town, her best friend Spencer helps her leave all the baggage behind.

Title Song: Sweet as Whole, Sara Bareilles

Word Count: 2705

Warnings: high school bullying, brief mentions of a case, smoking

“Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic.” -Oscar Wilde

You walked into the bullpen with a coffee in one hand and your phone in the other.

“Morning, (Y/N),” your best friend, Spencer, called from his desk.

“Morning, Spence.” You sat down at your desk. Before you could get settled, JJ announced a case.

“We’ve been called in to a small town in Indiana,” JJ said, clicking on the slide projector.

“Wait. When you say small town…” you said, feeling your body tense.

“We’re going to (L/N)’s hometown,” Hotch confirmed. After going over the details of the case, he said, “Wheels up in thirty.”

Spencer reached for your arm, but you were up and moving to the bullpen before he could catch you. He watched as you grabbed your bag from your desk, ignoring Morgan’s attempts at conversation. Your usual peppy, outgoing self was gone, replaced with a stranger.

When the team gathered on the jet, they discussed the case together. You sat at the back of the cabin, staring out at the clouds, tapping on the table in front of you.

“Hey.” You looked up to see Gideon sitting in front of you. “Are you okay?”

You shook your head. “I never thought I’d be going back there. I thought I could leave and never look back.”

“Hey, I know it isn’t easy, but we need your help. You know this town and the people in it. That can help us.”

You sighed and stood up. “Fine.” Walking over to the team, you said, “One thing you need to know about these people: they don’t like outsiders. At all.”

“What do you mean by outsiders?” Hotch asked.

You scoffed. “Anyone who isn’t born and raised in the town. Even if you’ve lived there for years, if you weren’t born in Newton, you’re not to be trusted. You’ll see first-hand when we meet with the local PD.”

“What about the victims?” Derek asked you.

“I knew both of them in high school,” you said, flicking through the file. “But I don’t know what anyone has been doing with their lives.”

Spencer couldn’t help but notice the sadness in your eyes. Despite his aversion to touch, he reached out and rested his hand on top of yours. You were his safety net. He loved you, as more than just his best friend.

When the team got to the police station, you stuck to the back of the group while JJ and Hotch made introductions.

“Detective Miller,” Hotch said, holding his hand out. “I’m Agent Hotchner. You’ve already spoken to Agent Jareau. This is SSA Gideon, Dr. Reid, SSA Morgan, and SSA (L/N).”

“Wait. Little nerdy (Y/N) (L/N)?” the detective said, finally noticing you. “Wow, who would have thought you’d come back to Newton?” You swallowed hard, keeping your eyes down.

“Do you have a place we can set up a case board?” Spencer asked, noticing your unease.

“Sure.”

“Did you know the victims well?” JJ asked him.

The detective nodded. “We all do. Kelly’s my son’s teacher. Julia and I dated in high school. Our kids are friends.”

“Does everyone in town know each other well?” JJ asked as she helped you pin the crime scene photos to the board.

“Of course. We’re like a family. When your town only has 300 people, you have to look out for each other.” You couldn’t hold back your scoff. “You have something to say there, (Y/N)?”

“She’s Agent (L/N) to you,” Gideon interrupted. “JJ, Julia Coleman’s family is here.”

“You look different,” Detective Miller said to you as you worked late to help nail down the profile. “You look good.”

“Detective Miller-”

“Come on, you can call me Tim.” He stepped closer to you. “You don’t have to be so professional.”

“Excuse me,” you said, though it was no more than a whisper. You slipped out of the room and stood outside the precinct, leaning against the wall. You pulled a small box out of your jacket pocket.

“Since when do you smoke?” Spencer asked you, coming up next to you.

You lit a cigarette and took a drag before saying, “Since high school.” Seeing Spencer’s concern, you said, “Relax, I haven’t for a while. It’s only when I get really stressed.”

“You know, each cigarette takes about seven minutes off your life.”

“If it’s seven minutes I don’t have to spend with Timothy Miller or anyone else from this damn town, then I don’t care.”

“What did he do to you?”

You shook your head. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Come on, (Y/N), it’s me. Talk to me. Please?”

You looked at your best friend’s pleading eyes and sighed. You put out your cigarette and said, “You know I didn’t have a good high school experience. After my mom died, my dad moved us to his childhood home. I moved schools halfway through the first semester. I was the weird new kid who wore all black with braces and clunky glasses and was way too into Stephen King books. I was an easy target.” You cleared your throat. “Julia and Tim were my biggest tormentors. When they dated, it was worse.”

“What do you mean?” Spencer asked.

You chewed your lip. “Tim asked me to the prom when he and Julie were on an off period of their relationship. I got so excited, like an idiot. I mean, I knew he didn’t like me in that way. After all, why would he?” You laughed, but there was no joy behind it. Spencer felt his heart clench at how you saw yourself. He thought you were the most beautiful, amazing woman to ever exist.

“But I thought at least I’d have a friend, you know? I rented a dress and did my hair, all that stuff. Tim said he was going to pick me up. He never came.” Your eyes burned with tears at the memory. “The worst part was, my dad didn’t know there was anything going on. After-after my mom died, he gave up. When he wasn’t working, he was drinking and smoking.” You shook your head. “Tim just brought all those feelings back.”

Spencer reached out and wiped the tears off your cheek. “You didn’t deserve any of that. No one deserves that.”

“Carrie was my favorite book in high school. I wonder what that says about me.”

“Why don’t we head back to the hotel?” Spencer offered, holding his hand out to you. “Rest might help us with the case.”

The next morning, the team discovered there was another murder. Misty Lincoln had been killed in the same way as the other two victims. Spencer was graphing the geographical profile while you sat at the table, staring at the crime scene photos.

“You see something?” Hotch asked you.

“I’m not sure. Uh, could I- could I take like two hours? I think there might be something that’ll help us in my dad’s old things.”

“Sure. But you’re not going alone. Take Reid with you.”

You knew better than to argue with your boss. “Yes, sir.”

When you and Spencer got into the SUV, your fingers started tapping the steering wheel as you drove, letting muscle memory guide you. You pulled into the parking lot of a storage facility. Spencer followed behind you as you passed row after row of storage units. When you finally stopped, you flipped through your keychain until you found one you were looking for. You hadn’t spoken to Spencer since getting in the car back at the station, and he was starting to worry.

After you opened the door to the unit, you looked at Spencer. “After my dad died, I moved all his stuff here. I got rid of some stuff, of course. What would I ever do with an old couch that had more cigarette burns than upholstery?” You ran your hand over a white garment bag. The golden lettering was faded, but Spencer could still make out the word bridal, and what he could infer was the word boutique from the few remaining letters. “Some things I just couldn’t get rid of.”

“Hey, can I ask you something?” Spencer asked you, picking up a picture at the top of an open box. You were between who he could only assume were your parents, and you all looked happy. You looked just like your mother. The small you, who couldn’t be much older than 8, clung to the woman’s side. Your father had his arm around your mother’s waist. It all looked very domestic.

“Sure,” you said, digging through a box at the back of the unit.

“Why have you been acting so different since we got here? I mean, you’ve been acting so meek and timid, which isn’t you. I once heard you threaten a cop that you would, and I quote, ‘shove your foot so far up his ass that he would taste the mud on your shoe.’ What’s going on?” He set the frame back on the top of the box.

You shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess… I spent so long trying to distance myself from this place and when I came back, I was back to being a scared little 15-year-old.”

“But, you’re not, (Y/N). You’re strong and confident.” It was then Spencer heard you sniffle and noticed you were crying. “(Y/N)?”

You wiped your face. “Sorry. It’s just… I worked so hard for the image of me that you all see and-and I’m just so afraid that being here is going to erase all that. I worked so hard at the Academy to form an identity that wasn’t this and-”

“(Y/N), (Y/N), hey,” he said, taking your hands in his. “Breathe. Our image of you is not going to change just because your old tormentors are here. I- uh, we, the team, we love you. You’re our family. I think Garcia would riot if Hotch ever tried to get rid of you.” You chuckled at that and it made him smile. “Now, how about we get out of here and work more on our profile?”

When you got back to the precinct, Hotch asked you, “Did you find what you were looking for?”

“Yeah.” You pulled an old yearbook out of your bag. “All the victims are from the same graduating class, and they were all in the same extracurriculars. Look.”

“We’re ready to give the profile,” Gideon said after flipping through the book.

Your team gathered the police department to deliver your preliminary profile.

“We’ve come to the conclusion that our unsub can only be a local,” Spencer said. “He-”

“There’s no way,” Officer Miller interrupted. “No one in this town would do that. Besides, why would I trust this walking stick insect over the people I’ve known my whole life? You’re wrong, Stick-Bug.”

“How dare you,” you said, stepping forward. The rest of your team stepped away. They knew what was coming. No one would say it, but they all knew how you and Spencer felt about each other. “How dare you talk to Spencer that way. Captain Bell invited us here to help you find out who’s murdering members of your community. You have no right to talk to my family that way.”

“Your family? These people are your family?”

“A family is anyone who makes you feel loved, and by that definition, yes. These people are my family. And if you ever talk to any of them like that again, I will bring your life crashing down around you with one simple phone call.”

“Oh, look who’s finally got a backbone,” Tim laughed. “Little (Y/N) thinks she sounds all big and threatening.”

“It’s not a threat, Timothy, it’s a promise,” you said. “And I’m sure Captain Bell would take you off this case if I told him you have a conflict of interest. I’m sure he’d love to know you’d had an affair with one of the victims. You and Julia never could stay away from each other, could you?”

Spencer fought a smile at seeing you return to yourself, as well as seeing Timothy’s face pale. He chewed the inside of his cheek, trying to think of a way to thank you.

The case was finally over. Like always, Spencer had been right. The unsub was a guy from your graduating class who felt the women from your class shunned and mistreated him. Thankfully, you were able to sympathize with him and get him to come in without any extra violence.

Hotch was giving the team the night in the hotel before heading back to Quantico in the morning. You were flipping through the channels on the hotel’s TV, already in your pajamas by 8:30. You finally settled on some old reruns of Friends when there was a knock at your door. You groaned and extracted yourself from your blanket cocoon and trudged over to the door.

“Spence? What are you doing here?” you asked after opening your door to reveal Spencer, still in his work clothes.

“Come with me, I want to show you something.”

“Spencer, I’m in my pajamas-”

“That doesn’t matter. Just, come with me. Please?”

You tugged your old sweatshirt on and followed Spencer down the hallway, to the elevator.

“Where are we going?” you asked him.

“It’s a surprise.”

“A surprise?”

“You trust me, right?”

“Of course, I do, Spence. You know that.”

“Okay well,” he covered your eyes with his hands and guided you forward. He dropped his hands and said, “surprise.”

You were standing on the patio of the hotel’s restaurant, the tables had been pushed to the side and lights were strung up all around.

“Spence, what’s all this?” you asked as he gently pulled you to the center of the patio.

“A way to say thank you,” he said. When he saw the confusion on your face, he said, “For sticking up for me at the precinct. I know it must have been hard to stand up to Detective Miller. And-and I remember you telling me that you don’t have many good memories here, and then I thought about your prom story, so…” He held his hand out to you as music started playing. “May I have this dance?”

You smiled and took Spencer’s hand. He rested his free hand on your waist, and your free hand rested on his shoulder as the two of you gently swayed to the soft music coming from the patio’s speakers.

“How’d you pull this off?” you asked him.

His smile was a bit sheepish. “Morgan and Garcia helped me pull some strings.”

“Of course they did. Garcia is the all-powerful puppet master.”

Spencer laughed as the two of you continued to dance. When Spencer heard you sniffle, he stopped and pulled away.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He brushed a tear off your cheek. “Did I do something wrong?”

You shook your head and smiled at him. “No. It’s happy tears.” When you saw that Spencer still looked confused, you explained, “I never thought I’d have someone in my life who cares about me this much. I mean, look at all this. You did this just to make me happy.” You rested your forehead against Spencer’s and wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers playing with his hair. Spencer’s arms wound around your waist, pulling you closer.

“Of course I did. I love you. I-I mean, I care about you. Because you’re my best friend and-”

“Spence,” you said, stopping his rambling. You pressed a soft kiss to his lips, lingering for just a moment.

Spencer’s brain, which usually worked at three times the speed of the average person, slowed to practically a halt. You had just kissed him. The girl he’s been longing for just kissed him. She kissed him . You were about to say something to him when his brain finally caught up and he kissed you back.

When the two of you pulled apart, you said, “Well, I guess my prom was worth the wait.”

Spencer smiled at you and kissed your forehead before continuing to dance with you.

"Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage." -Anais Nin

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #x reader #criminal minds

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spade-riddles · 3 years

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Sorry mate TTA but I'm gonna need more cuz it's easy & convenient for you to say all that AFTER the fact. Hell any one of us couldve sent in that ask. Perhaps ur legit but I still feel like ur just another hater making up stuff to make us look stupid.

Anonymous asked:

And we should care, why, Tea Time Anon? I'm not seeing any reason to continue supporting those two women or to put any faith into what you say.

Anonymous asked:

I really really really hope that that teatime anon isnt giving us false hopes. Like im already at the edge, one more step and im out. But right now im taking 2 steps back and hang around… again.

Anonymous asked:

Well! It's a REALLY good thing for the girls that buying out of contracts is a thing, then, isn't it!

Because them doing it ASAP is the ONLY thing that will make it so that the number of people that will support them as a out couple ISN'T so low that you can count them on one hand! 😒🚬

Anonymous asked:

Yeah sure like she moved the re-release of her most successful and most anticipated album ever *at the last minute* because of Karlie. As if she was ever gonna incorporate Karlie while married to a Kushner (the divorce wouldn't have come right away). I used to believe so much in tta. But the timeline of events they describe doesn't make sense. Am not falling for the "pivot" excuse anymore.

Anonymous asked:

“I think you all may have guessed that a PR divorce was planned and cancelled because of his Instagram deletion and subsequent reactivation.” No offense to you SR, but this sounds really manipulative. Make us feel good for something we indeed were assuming to gain our trust in order to then excuse their inconsistencies. Also even if 1989 were to be released on May, Speak Now was never gonna be released in July as they had said. Too short of a rollout for 1989. Explain that TeaTimeAnon. 🤷‍♀️

Anonymous asked:

Renegotiate!? Come on. Nope. Taylor better carry on, cause that is bullshit if true. Hell nah. Karlie is ridiculous to keep agreeing to shit—and Taylor is ridiculous to keep going along with it. Nope. Sorry. 😏

I do feel like something was coming in May for sure. I'm not sure what's going on, but things are for sure off. And it is weird that she all of a sudden announces RED 5 months early after dropping 1989 merch. Cool, no problem, but a weird rollout.

Anonymous asked:

Uh why does KK need money from jerk if she has Taylor? The whole she needs his money thing which is why she’s staying is getting to be an old excuse.

Anonymous asked:

There's no way the jerklie divorce was scheduled for the end of May. The end of the contract maybe. But there's absolutely no way they'd be getting divorced 3 months after the birth of the baby. It would have drawn too much unnecessary attention.

Anonymous asked:

Lmao tea time is just saying what we’ve all been saying. They are NOT legit. Stop trying to convince us that they are. They sound like regular fans taking a guess. Enough

Anonymous asked:

Sigh. I am a long time Kaylor and I really don’t find 🍵 credible. There was nothing in that explanation that we haven’t already speculated about at length on here. Unless there’s some strong corroboration of why they’re a trustworthy source, I really don’t need anymore “tea”.

Anonymous asked:

I mean come on. Would a real insider reveal so many details about Karlie's contract which is STILL ongoing in a place that is HEAVILY monitored by Jerk's team? Are we really that naive to believe that someone is offering such precious info without any care? TTA is either a troll or worse... they're dangling fake hope again right when everyone has started saying how sick and tired they are and how pointless it is to still support them. TTA must prove themselves, or not bother us ever again.

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Some of what TTA is saying makes sense... But here's my big question: Is Karlie sad and blue every day for months like Taylor talked about in Hoax? Or is she willingly prolonging her contract, pushing Taylor's re-recording schedule, and making it harder to untangle her and her kid from the K*shners? Both cannot be true. I'm not a big Karlie fan rn, but I think it's the first option. Also, TTA said 1989 TV would drop 5/14. So K renegotiated and T pushed 1989 in under 2 weeks? I'm skeptical.

Anonymous asked:

… so a “PR divorce” was scheduled for May, but instead we get Karlie w Joshua’s mom walking the baby and Karlie posing for pics in their stunt apt and a Father’s Day post? Among other pap walks? Literally makes NO sense.

Anonymous asked:

If anything is worth staying tied to the K*shners when you had a chance to be free, I have no respect left.

Anonymous asked:

can someone clarify what the 3rd part of tta's message?? taylors sm, interviews have been messy? like no?? that was(is) karlie?? the only "mess" on her part are that she sent out clues for multiple albums, and even that I refuse to believe that such a meticuluous planner as taylor did not take absolutely every factor in consideration, especially one as big as jerk renemwing their contract or whatever exactly went down. here im assuming that jerk had the power to single handedly renew [PART 1]

the contract, and that the term 're NEGOTIATE' is used loosely, because what could the kushners possibly have to offer to karlie other than money- black, dishonest, taxpayers' money- even her rep isnt being helped by the kushners, so why would she agree to extending their stupid skit that no one signed up for? and taylor has more than enough money to last 7 lifetimes. and if jerk had the power to renew the contract without karlies involvement, there is just no way that taylor didnt [PART 2/4]

take that into consideration. Also, the 22 weeks and men's day thing is too perfect to be planned on a whim, but it is possible that like some anon had previously said, it was planned for 2022, so we can overlook that. but otherwise, there are only so many possibilities: 1. 1989 was postponed because karlie DECIDED to continue playing house with the kushners for money. in which case, either a) taylor supported her (seems unlikely but still possible) or b) they broke up because of this [PART3/4]

2. karlie and jerk are together for real and have a kid together and karlie refused to being a part of 1989 tv era because she doesnt want kaylor rumours again, which i agree would be unpleasant if she really is with jerk, taylor is or is not with joe, and karlies refusal caused 1989 to pivot, and all of us kaylors are delusional to think there is anything more between them. <PART 4/5>,

3. karlie is, infact, bearding with jerk but kaylor broke up a while ago and taylor doesnt want to relive 1989 tv so soon after her breakup because it would remind her of karlie. 4. they broke up sometime in the past and taylor asked her now ex to be part of the 1989 tv era and she refused. 5. tta is a fraud. these are really the only situations i think are plausible, others are free to add more and share your thoughts on these. <PART 4/5>

also, another thing that has me doubting the credibility of tta is how direct their messages are. there is a chance that spade is/was legit because they spoke the same language as taylor- one of codes and puzzles. but tta's messages are wayy too straightforward to be approved by taylor i think. so either, as another anon requested, show some proof, like maybe a single release date for red tv or something, or stop sending supposed "tips" <PART 5/5>

Anonymous asked:

Convenient that TTA shows up after Red TV has been announced. Taylor has been dropping hints about all her albums since before May. Red tv being next makes sense and there is Easter eggs and evidence that was the case. Also: if negotiations happened at start of May, why was KK dropping 1989 hints as recent as last week. It’s doesn’t make sense.

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TTA: What about Speak Now TV coming out on July 9th, like you said last time? That album has nothing to do with Karlie. Taylor said pretty clearly that the next album she's releasing is Red TV. So what's your explanation for Speak Now's release being pushed to some unspecified date?

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thedeathdeelers · 3 years

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anyway so i finally finished another Juke drabble (at 12:45am on a Tuesday when I have to be up for work in 5 hours lols) based on the word prompt “Dancing” sent in by @nervousmiracletrash

the word mostly just inspired the idea for this fic - but ya. still counts :) enjoy!

(also this fic refers to a movie about a friendly ghost from 1995, so i hope it still makes sense to you even if you haven’t seen it)

Now also up on my AO3

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childhood crushes

“So you’re sure it’s in one of these?”

Julie’s eyes remained focused on the notebook balanced on her knee, skimming through the never ending lines of poems and lyrics covering every page as she answered Luke.

“Yes! I swear, I remember working on something similar with my mom a few years before she- A few years ago. If we can find it, we won’t have to start from scratch.”

Feeling a little stiff, Julie leaned back, her eyes never leaving the pages, as she rested against the foot of her bed, stretching her legs out in front of her. They had been sitting on her bedroom floor all morning, surrounded by piles of scattered old notebooks of varying colours.

“I know, but we’ve been up here for ages and we haven’t even taken any breaks yet.” She could almost hear Luke’s pout as he continued, sitting cross legged and leaning against her closet door. “I’m nearly done with my stack. Maybe we should just consider focusing on one of our other songs for now? Come back to this one later?”

Julie shook her head as she looked up, her eyes needing a second to readjust.

“I’m telling you Luke, we’ll find it. I won’t be able to work on anything else unless I get this melody out of my head. I know I can find the lyrics. They’re definitely here. Plus we’ve pretty much gone through the majority of my notebooks - there’s barely a few left. We’ll be done before it’s time to head down for band rehearsal, chill.”

Without waiting for a reply, Julie lowered her gaze back down, quickly finding her spot on the page she was in and resuming her search. Luke shook his head at the stubborn girl sitting across from him, a small smile touching his lips. He knew there was no point in arguing with a Julie that had already set her mind to something. Adjusting his sitting position to avoid cramping (who knew ghosts still had to deal with pins and needles, eh?), he dived back into the book in his lap.

It stayed quiet for a while after that, only sounds of paper crinkling under fingers, and soft whispers of words being spoken disturbing the peace.

That is, until disaster struck.

“Uh, Jules, why does this notebook have “Julie hearts Casper” written all over it?”

Julie was so focused on the poem she was reading, that Luke’s words took a few good seconds to fully sink in. But when they did, her head snapped up while her heart sank, the blood draining from her face. It would have been funny if she wasn’t the one panicking right now. Her eyes, now as wide as saucers, zeroed in on the offending journal, balanced on Luke’s left knee. She had completely forgotten about that.

“It’s nothing! Nothing just a- a- a pet’s name! Yes! We had a dog named uh Casper and I really loved him.”

She scrambled up, the notebook she had been so focused on only a few moments ago hitting the floor with a soft thud. She quickly reached Luke’s side, swiping the journal off his knee and out of his reach.

“I thought you guys never had any pets? What with your dad’s allergies?”

Julie froze on her way back to her spot by her bed, having completely forgotten that her dad, who she’s literally known her whole life, was allergic to dogs. Trust Luke to remember that tiny, throwaway detail, but completely “forget” that her dream box was out of bounds.

She slowly resumed her half hop trek to her spot, avoiding the minefield of papers and journals, making sure Luke couldn’t see her face for as long as possible. Her mind, on the other hand, was busy hastily trying to come up with a plausible excuse.

“Yeah, we uh- we had Casper for a week before we found out Dad was allergic. Had to give him away after that.” Julie held the journal tight against her chest as she turned back around to face Luke now that she was at a safe distance.

Luke’s eyebrows lifted, disappearing under his beanie. The disbelief on his face was palpable. He could always see straight through her.

“So you’re telling me that your dad didn’t know he was allergic to dogs until he was in his thirties?”

“He was still in his late twenties, thank you very much!”

“Jules, you know that’s not my point.”

“The point is we had a dog, I loved him very much and then he was gone. It was a sad time, can we just move on?”

He was still looking at her sceptically, but nodded his head regardless, diverting his attention to the dwindling pile of notebooks yet to be explored, spread out on the floor next to him.

Julie was just glad Luke hadn’t noticed the little ghost doodles decorating the spine of the notebook. She plopped back onto the floor, sneakily pushing the accursed nightmare under her bed.

It was only half an hour later however, just as her heart had finally reached a normal tempo, when Luke spoke up again.

“So, Casper huh? You guys really named a dog after a ghost?”

Trying hard not to groan out loud, Julie forced her features to adapt a natural expression, before lifting her face towards her band mate.

“Yes. Mom had just introduced me to the movie, and the name was still fresh in my mind.” She could see that he was still not buying her story, but there was nothing she could do. She was definitely not about to spill the truth to him.

Luke scratched his head, his beanie shifting with the movement.

“I see. So the little ghost doodles down the side there, have nothing to do with the actual friendly ghost? The one from the Casper movie released in the summer of 1995?” He was pointing in the general direction of where she had thought she had managed to carefully dispose of the journal. Apparently not.

Julie could feel her cheeks getting warmer, and curse it all, Luke had definitely noticed. That damn smirk.

“Not to mention the ghost painted on the back pocket of your favourite pair of jeans.”

She threw her head back, bouncing slightly against her mattress as her hands flew up to hide her warm face. Luke chuckled.

“Fine! This is mortifying, but fine! I had a crush on Casper as a kid, okay? Happy?” Her voice came out muffled, her palms pressing hard against the horrified expression taking centre stage.

But not even a few seconds later, did she feel hands wrapping themselves around her wrists and pulling her fingers away from her face. She hadn’t even heard him move. She kept her eyes closed, scrunching her eyelids together as tightly as she could. Maybe if she thought of it hard enough, her carpeted flooring would eventually swallow her up?

“So, you had a thing for ghosts, huh?”

She could hear the barely suppressed glee in his voice, making her eyes pop open in disbelief.

“Ugh! This is why I don’t tell you everything!” Now that her eyes were open, she didn’t know where to look. Maybe over his left shoulder?

A soft chuckle made its way out of his mouth.

“Aw, come on Julie! This is actually pretty cute. Kinda feels like fate, huh?”

“Really?” She deadpanned. Her eyes diverted to his face of their own accord.

“I mean, he’s a ghost from a movie from the 90s, the girl has the hots for him even though he’s clearly dead...I’m getting similar vibes here.”

“He was just a floating orb!”

He tried to cut her off with a sly “As opposed to cute air?” But she continued speaking over him, wanting to defend her old childhood crush.

“It was an emotional connection. A deep connection, exploring different emotions and representations of love, resulting in some pretty iconic lines and moments in the movie.” She sounded a little hysterical, a little ridiculous. But the whole situation she currently found herself in was ridiculous in and of itself, so there really wasn’t much pride left for her to hold onto anymore.

Luke hummed at her reply, his eyes brimming with humour.

“Thought about it a lot, have you?”

“Ugh! You’re impossible. Fine. You might as well know. It was my favourite movie for a long time. I’d watch it whenever I was having a bad day or whatever.” She shrugged, casting her eyes downwards towards her lap where their hands lay; his fingers still locked around her wrists. She knew she wasn’t fooling anyone.

“Was?”

“Yeah, well...It started hitting too close to home a few years ago so I just.. stopped.”

Understanding dawned on him, as she felt more than saw, the energy leave him in one fell swoop. She chanced another look at his eyes, and saw that the humour previously taken up residence had now shifted to something softer.

“Julie I- I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked that, I-“

“No, no Luke really. It’s fine. I’m okay now. I haven’t felt the need to watch any comfort movies or shows lately anyway. Maybe I’ll even revisit it sometime soon, who knows. See it with a fresh set of eyes.” She gave him a small smile as she tilted her head to the side. “Honestly, don’t worry about it.” After a beat of silence, Julie grasped at the chance to steer the conversation away from anymore embarrassing questions.

“Do you think we could stop looking through these for now? I’m getting hungry, and it’s nearly time for practice so...” She gestured towards the mess on her floor.

“Yeah, of course.” Luke looked at her for another second, checking that she really was okay, before letting go of her wrists and jumping up. He then extended his hand down to her, waiting to pull her up with him.

As she got up, she couldn’t help but appreciate how sensitive Luke could be when it came to her feelings. She reached up on her tiptoes, and sneaked a quick peck on his cheek, before pulling him along with her, leaving the mess of notebooks (and hopefully that whole topic of conversation) behind them.

A few days had passed, and Luke hadn’t brought up the movie again. She had assumed he had forgotten, or at least accepted the fact that he wasn’t going to get much more out of her concerning that topic. Or maybe he even felt bad. But then a week later, while Julie was sat in the studio on her own (a rare occurrence), she was proven wrong.

She was sat on one of the armchairs, scribbling away furiously in their songbook, inspiration having finally struck. She was so focused, her hands gliding through the page as she hurried to get every word down, that she barely glanced at Luke when he popped into existence to her right.

She didn’t even notice when he moved to stand in front of her, knees nearly knocking into hers.

“Okay! So I finally figured out the second vers-“ Julie looked up, stopping mid-sentence as she finally took in the sight of the boy standing in front of her.

“Can I have this dance?”

“Luke? Why are you dressed like that?”

“Humour me, Julie. Dance with me?”

The fact that there was no music currently playing was on the tip of her tongue, but Julie held back. She takes a few seconds to reply though, too busy drinking in the sight in front of her. He had his hand outstretched towards her, dressed in black pants and a white dress-shirt. She was hyper aware of the fact that he was dressed in the near exact way she had imagined him during her imaginary Perfect Harmony routine. The only difference was his hair - but she had to concede to the fact that he looked better this way. It was 100% Luke, and she wouldn’t have him any other way.

Putting her notebook with the pencil tucked inside on the coffee table to her right, she reaches over towards Luke, taking his proffered hand.

He pulls her up, just like he did in her bedroom the other day, and guides her to the centre of the studio. They stand there, staring at each other for a few seconds before a song starts playing on the old garage stereo - the same one that had brought them, him , to her in the first place.

every now and then,

we find a special friend,

who never lets us down

who understands it all

reaches out each time we fall

you’re the best friend that i’ve found

I know you can’t stay,

a part of you will never ever go away,

your heart will stay

Luke reaches over to grab her other hand, lifting both up to his shoulders. Once settled, he lets go and finds her waist, pulling her in a little closer. Following his lead, Julie wraps her arms around his neck, her eyes focused solely on his. She listens to the song that is playing, gently swaying from side to side with the boy in her arms.

She cocks her head to the side as she tries to figure out why the melody and words sounded so familiar to her.

“This song sounds so familiar? Like I’ve heard it so many times but I just can’t place...” As her sentence dies on her lips, a small gasp is heard escaping her. Julie’s eyes widen as memories of her younger self listening to this song and swaying along in her mother’s arms flood her mind.

cAll the while, Luke’s eyes are intent on hers, reading her reactions. His hands resting on her hips, slide past her hips towards her lower back, his arms fully wrapping themselves around her, pulling her closer to his chest.

“You didn’t!” Her eyes still wide, still unbelieving.

“I figured of all the things I could actually accomplish as a ghost, any childhood dreams you might have had - this might actually be it.” He shrugged, his shoulders moving under her hands. His grin turned boyish. “Plus I didn’t like the idea of another ghost having a hold on your heart.”

Julie has to try hard to focus on the questions she wanted answered, and not on his sweet confessions.

“But- I assumed you guys never got to watch the movie? It came out around the time you were too focused on the band and the gigs, and then...” She let the rest of her sentence trail off, never too comfortable mentioning their early demise.

“I wanted to see what all the fuss was about.” She felt his shoulders shift up and down again. He shook his head at her as he continued. “I gotta say Jules, you really know how to pick ‘em.” She could see the mirth brimming in his eyes, his lips twitching as he tried to keep his amusement under control.

Julie’s eyes narrowed at him, even as she tried to keep her own smile from forming on her lips.

“Girls are all about that star crossed lovers’ life. Add in a dash of supernatural? Absolute dream.” She moved her hand, gesturing wildly to convey her (ridiculous, but secretly truthful) point.

Luke chuckled at that, the laughter finally spilling out of him.

“Lucky for me then, eh?”

Julie’s eyes softened, her mouth curling into that special smile she only ever reserved for him. She stood on her tiptoes, her lips a hair’s breadth away from his.

“Who said I wasn’t the lucky one?”

They stayed that way for a few seconds, still moving slowly from side to side as they stared at each other. They were so close they were breathing the same air. And just when Julie was about to close the distance, Luke shifted, tracing his lips across her cheek, her jaw, until they hovered by her ear, warm breath sending shivers down her spine.

And then he whispered to her the four words she had been dreaming of hearing ever since she was a little girl.

“Can I keep you?”

FIN

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #julie molina #luke patterson #juke #juke fic #jatp fic #julie x luke #my fics #aaahhh #i’m kinda proud of this one?#thedeathdeelers fics

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loxxxlay · 3 years

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Can we get the rest of the ball destroying story?

This is a very long and probably anticlimactic story about how I destroyed an attorney's metaphorical balls by not letting him get away with being a toxic pile of shit. I hope you enjoy.

So, the first thing you need to know is that my old boss (whom I will call M) is a real fucking asshole. 1, he voted for trump; 2, he's a creep; 3, most obnoxiously, he treated his previous lead paralegal like a freaking wife.... or actually worse than a wife really... like an object. like a trophy wife. When the lead paralegal left, he basically treated her like she was divorcing him, as if she was an object of his possession. And he was like "you'll NEVER have it better than you have here, and i'll never let you come back." (Funny story: i am one of 5 paralegals there who put in their 2 week notice during June, and they were so panicked that they called this exact former lead paralegal and asked her to come back. -_-)

Okay so anyway, let's cut the story back to about 2 months ago. I have been M's lead paralegal for about 8 months now since the previous one left, and I'm hating it. I'm actively job hunting because M is becoming toxic to me the same way he was to the last paralegal. I needed references, so I asked another attorney who also worked there to be my reference. We will call him T. So T is my favorite attorney. T is the first person I came out to as having a girlfriend at the firm, and he never once betrayed me. He is everything that M is not. He gives positive feedback like he gives out candy, but he's also honest and real in a way that not a lot of ppl are.

So anyway I secretly ask him to be a reference on my resume, and T is like "sure! but well funnily enough, I'm actually leaving the firm in 2 weeks. I can't ethically recruit people while I'm here, so I'm going to end this conversation here, but.... wink wink, nudge nudge, call me in 2 weeks." So I'm like COOL COOL. And we don't speak of it again.

So 2 weeks pass, I continue job hunting, T leaves the firm. He calls me literally the next day, and he immediately is like "I wanna hire you" and I'm like "okay cool, I wanna be hired." So boom I got a new job. Ethically. (I'm serious though, T is a very ethical guy and he did nothing wrong.) So anyway, T is okay with me waiting until my NYU program in June is over, so my start date is July 1. 1 month from then. T also asks me very politely not to tell M where I'm going because it would sour their "friendship" (a.k.a. the attorney world in utah is a small world and he doesn't want M to get his feelings hurt). And I want to be clear, T did not pressure me at all - he asked for a favor, and I decided to do it for him, because I care about him, that's it. If at any point it became a burden for me, I would have changed my mind, and T would have understood.

So, I wait a week until I'm in New York to tell M i'm leaving him. I come up with a brilliant excuse for why I don't want to tell him where I'm going - "I have a few offers and I don't want to talk about it while I'm still deciding" (which wasn't even really a lie). So I call my boss and I tell him I'm putting in my two weeks. And he treats me like he always treats people - he interrogates me. Except this time, he's shocked and upset, so he SUPER interrogates me. It's super inappropriate questions like "why are you quitting???" and "is it because of money???" and "this is SUCH bad timing" - but it's frustrating because he's an attorney and he knows how to dress up these rude questions with politeness. In a way that if I call him out on it, I'll be the one who looks inappropriate. :( It sucked. But luckily I had spent 3 days researching how to approach this, and.... I gave him nothing. He was desperate for fuel to try to convince me to stay or guilt-trip me into working overtime, and I just didn't give him any because I was prepared, and also.... I'm good at this. My mom says I've been good at this since I was 3-years-old lol.

Anyway so unfortunately during the conversation, he asked the question "Where are you going?" and I immediately gave him my excuse. And I expected that to be done and over with. Idk why I thought it'd be that easy... He immediately started trying to guess where I was going. And at what point, he said "are you going to work for T????" and..... honestly guys... I panicked. I lied. I said, "uh, no." flat out lmao. Like, I was just so shocked that he was asking me in the first place. :( But weirdly, he believed me and that was that (or maybe he filed away the lie for later use as you'll see). I also want to make it clear here that I, at first, wasn't telling M where I was going because T had asked me to... but at this point, with how nosy and inappropriate M was asking, I didn't want to tell M anymore either. It wasn't for T that I was hiding it; it was for me. Like, no M, I don't want you to have any personal details. You're being 150% more of a creep than usual which is impressive considering.

Anyway so I never tell anyone where I'm going except 2 ppl whom I trust on my last day (and yes, one of them betrayed me, which kinda sucks D:). I told T that I had lied to M, and T was like "it's okay, if he finds out, I'll have ur back" and also... I told T I go by Echo instead of my legal name/dead name, so I'm fine with the lie because M will probably never find out anyway. and T was delighted and super supportive of my enby identity. ^_^ It's cute because he never called me by name, but now all of his texts and statements deliberately start out with my name as if to remind me that he supports it lol.

Anyway so flash forward to my new day at the job. It's going great. I love it there. And then I check my phone and I see this fucking text:

M: "I hear you work for T now. I wish you the best, but I specifically remember asking you if that's where you would be working, and you said no."

Like.... what the actual fuck? He never texts me, and also I've been gone from his firm for like a day.. max... have some chill, lmfao. like. At first, I was REALLY upset. Not in a "i feel bad for lying" kind of way. I couldn't care less about that. More in a "i feel like i'm being stalked, one of two close friends betrayed me, and also what the fuck, why are you texting me this??" #yikes. But then that night, I was talking to my dad about it. And I became super amused? Like. What is he going for here? What does he want me to say? What response does he hope that I'll give that will make him feel better? Does he want me to call him crying and begging for forgiveness and for my job back? Like? I genuinely sincerely want to know what the fuck he was expecting me to say. I want to understand what was going through his head lol.

And of course, because I am a passive aggressive bitch, I immediately catch on to the fact that he is Butthurt (shocking, I know). His feelings are hurt. An object of his, his very own lead paralegal, lied to him outright and he didn't see it coming! How dare she! He wants to make me feel hurt like he feels hurt, and he's a lawyer, he knows how to interrogate people and manipulate people and get them to suck his dick, idk. So he should be able to use those skills to make me feel bad for lying. He wants to one-up me. But see, what he didn't realize is that....

1, I don't feel guilty for lying to him... at all... like, it took me a couple hours to realize this, but the only negative emotion it made me feel was discomfort and fear. not guilt. the same way i feel when a strange man asks me for a hug, and i feel like refusing would look "rude." Like, there's nothing guilty about that. So yeah. His goal is to expose my guilt to make himself feel better, but... my guilt doesn't exist, so good luck

2, um, like I said earlier, I've been a passive aggressive bitch since the day I was born, unlike this bitch who had to go to college to learn how to do it, and not only that - I'm better at it than him. lmfao. His pride is gonna take a hit.

so I toy with the idea of ignoring him because I know that will really fuck him up and make him constantly think about it and check his texts to see if I've responded. But then T tells me that it's probably better to not burn a bridge because again.... super small world here.

So anyway lol, my response ends up being pretty simple but painstakingly constructed:

"Thank you! :) It wasn't an option at the time - it was a new development after you and I had already talked. I wish you the best as well."

The "Thank you! :)" to seem like I am utterly oblivious to the hidden accusation and passive aggressiveness. The middle sentence to be like "uh, are you really accusing me of lying right now?" and the last sentence, my favorite, to shut down the conversation forever. Now, if he responds, he already lost. Because there's no way to continue this conversation without exposing the fact that his "I wish you the best" was completely insincere. I've stripped away his ability to respond fake-politely (which is his modus operandi), and I've forced the last word on him.

Also, even better... (and no one has any way of proving this, least of all him, but) that statement (the "it wasn't an option at the time - it was a new development after you and i had already talked") is completely a lie on my part, and he knows it. T offered me the job the Monday after he left. There's no way he doesn't know that. So not only did I show obliviousness and not only did I shut the conversation down, I outright stonecold lied a second time. And there's no way for him to call me out on it. Like what could he even do? Send me a screenshot of my hire date? Send me a screenshot of an email I sent to a coworker? If he tries that, he's already lost again because like ... obviously super immature... it would be so easy to crush him with niceness like "Wow, I can tell this has really bothered you!" hahahhaha. Sadly he's smart enough not to do that, but it must be infuriating to know I'm lying and not be able to accuse me.

As an attorney whose literal job it is to catch & expose people lying, he literally watched me flat out lie to his face. Twice. And I didn't feel bad about it. And there was nothing he could do about it either time. He went to law school for this shit, and he still can't out-passive-aggressive me, the classic bitch.

Anyway so T apparently he showed his wife M's message, and she was like "oh my god what an asshole!!!" which I must admit was extremely validating!! And then he showed his wife my message, and she made a shocked face and said "wow she's good." And I always thought T was kinda just flattering me to be nice when he complimented my use of words in defusing angry clients and conveying info about a sensitive subject... but apparently his wife thinks so too, so I guess he's been more serious than I thought. I feel so.... complimented.... it's weird.... but I"m very happy and squeeing.

It's been like almost 24 hours and M has yet to respond to me, and if he does, he's already lost. I'll eviscerate him.

So like I know this story is probably disappointing and might not seem like I shanked his balls, but ... take my word for it because if u knew what a chaotic insecure pathetic mess he was and how he desperately claws for control by trying to intimidate and upset all of his employees (and pretty much always succeeds), then you'd understand that he's NEVER encountered something like this before. Someone literally just not giving a shit what he thinks about them. And from what I know of him, I promise you that this has certainly fucked him up for a good long while. And that makes me happy :')

#lox replies #tismannyv14

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Title: You Mean the Holograms

Summary: Julie invites Carrie over to tell her the truth about her band, and maybe her dad, but what if she already knows

Word Count: 1886

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27822940

If there was one thing Carrie Wilson was good at, it was acting as if she was not aware of things. People often assume because she is the daughter of Trevor Wilson and shallow, which she is sometimes and is working on it, that she is not in tune with what’s going on in other people’s lives, but she is. So, when Julie texted her to come over saying she ‘needed to tell her something’. Carrie had a pretty good idea of what she was getting herself into. After all her dad is Trevor Wilson, and well he’s a terrible liar no matter how hard he tries. So that is how she found herself at Julie’s studio on a Saturday afternoon sitting on a chair, with Julie pacing in front of her nervously.

“Okay, so I called you here to introduce you to my band,” Julie stated and Carrie nodded along.

“The holograms?” she asked her in a false tone that made Julie believe she was clueless.

“That’s the thing. They aren’t actually holograms,” she paused and Carrie looked at her in anticipation., “ They’re ghosts.” Carrie gave her a look that was a mix of disbelief and confusion, but before she could say anything Julie cut her off.

“Before you say anything, let me show you,” and she heads off to the piano. Now Carrie can’t actually see the ghost, but she is already aware of their existence, so she sends a small smirk to the air and hopes one of them is catching on and finds this as amusing as she is. However if what she already knows about them is true the one most likely to catch on, is freaking out. Julie plays a piano riff that Carrie is familiar with before a faint whooshing sound comes in and before stands the face of 3 teenage boys that she is secretly very familiar with. Julie stops playing and the boys as well. Something new Carrie was not ready for. Point ghost.

“The new abilities are hard to explain as of right now, but they can now be seen after we play as well,” Julie explains and Carrie nods along once more.

“Okay, so Care this is-,” but Carrie takes the opportunity to expose her own secrets now.

“Luke, Reggie, and Alex. Formally of the early 90s rock band Sunset Curve, currently of the up and coming band Julie and the Phantoms,” she says and her tone is dripping with that false innocence she uses to really push certain statements over the edge, and from the looks on both the boys and Julie’s face it seems she has. The blonde one, Alex, is the first to speak.

“H-how does she know that?” he looks around at his shocked friends before looking back at her, “how do you know tha?” She smiles, not fully she doesn’t want it to seem like she’s finding amusement in his obvious sense of panic, but just enough to where they know she’s planned this.

“Did you ask your dad about it?” Reggie, the bassist, asked recovering next, and Carrie decided to add some more to the drama.

“My dad? Why would he be involved in this?” Her smile has dropped giving the illusion that she is serious about her confusion. The boys and Julie blubber out multiple excuses to each other trying to come up with the same story, and she lets them for a while, before cracking. A laugh escapes her lips drawing their attention back to her.

“I’m joking, no my dad told me everything,” she says in between laughs, but the others just continue to stare.

“So you already know everything?” Luke asks and there is a slight emphasis in his voice that makes her realize he is asking for something specific, and she knows what it is, but she isn’t going to let that out just yet.

“Oh do you mean how Alex likes to join me for Dirty Candi performances?”

“How did-”

“I’m pretty sure I’ve walked through you and that chill is pretty hard to miss,” she answers, interrupting Alex’s question. She looks over at Luke and his face is hard to read, but he’s definitely riled up.

“Or are you talking about if I know that you’re connected to Julie because of her mom, whom you met 20 mins prior to your, um….” she trailed off, she didn’t know if their passings were a sensitive topic or not.

“Wait, really?” Julie asked, and Carrie was not aware that she did not know.

“Um, yeah it’s how our parents met. However they didn’t become friends until your mom picked my sobbing dad up off of the streets of Sunset Boulevard, or at least that what he said,” she said nonchalantly. This topic was something her dad discussed multiple times. He was very open with his experience with grief, although she thinks it’s because Dr.Crystal advises him too. She takes another look at Luke, and by now she thinks he can tell she’s avoided the topic purposely. She sighs as he opens his mouth to speak, and talks before him.

“Fine. I know you want know if I am aware that the songs on my dad’s first two albums are Sunset Curves, that he didn’t credit you, and is legally not allowed to discuss it with anyone who doesn’t already know, because somehow his dumb 21 year old self didn’t know how to read through a contract,” she told him exasperated, but was shocked when she did not get an immediate response from the boy in return. Then again none of the others said anything either.

“Oh, you didn’t know about that detail did you?”

“No,” Luke said quietly, “no we did not.”

“Carrie if you knew all of this why didn’t you tell me. At least about the music part when we were friends?” Julie asked, and Carrie did not realize how this would look to her.

“I didn’t know until middle school, and I thought you knew too. I figured your mom was going to tell you.”

“I didn’t know she knew.”

“I’m sorry Juls. Maybe it was for a good reason. I only found out on accident,” Carrie offered and Julie nodded.

“Is there anything else you might know?” Reggie asked her, but the answer was a little iffy. She knew a lot of things thanks to her dad’s shrine to them, which she still finds weird despite the fact he’s also in the pictures.

“Maybe you should just ask me questions, and I can see what I can answer,” she suggested and they nodded. Alex started.

“Do you know anything about our families?”

“Some things, yes. Uh how sensitive is this topic though?” she wanted to make sure she covered all of her bases before continuing.

“It’s relatively sensitive, but we wanna know,” was all she got in response.

“Um okay, well despite the fact he did not credit you guys, my dad still gave money to your families, or at least those who deserved it. I don’t know much about your family, I’m sorry Reggie.”

“It’s okay,” he said, but she had a feeling it wasn’t. She did not want to over step.

“What about me?” Luke asked, “I know Julie and I saw my parents a couple weeks ago, and I try to visit them often, but I-,”

“You know,” she started cutting him off, “Ms. Emily is always telling my dad it does not do well to keep replaying your mistakes.”

“You’ve met my mom?”

“Yeah I saw her earlier in the month with my dad. We were continuing a tradition he and Julie’s mom started,” she explained.

“What tradition?”

“They bring her flowers on special occasions. I think it was a birthday or something. He’s never gone alone before. If Rose couldn’t go, he’d send them by mail, but he says that anniversaries are hard. I think that’s why he took me too.”

“Oh.”

“ Hey, I don’t know your story, but I don’t believe you should keep blaming yourself.”

“I’m not.”

“You are, I am very familiar with that look.”

“What about my family?” Alex asked, however his situation was a little different, and Carrie was not sure when the right time would come again.

“My dad doesn’t really like to talk to all of them. Mainly just my mom, but-”

“Mom!” Alex exclaimed, cutting her off.

“Yeah, my mom is Alyssa Da-”

“LYSSA, she’s like 10 years younger than him. I can’t believe he…” The boys looked at one another in disgust, but Carrie and Julie, just bubbled with laughter, causing the disgusted looks to turn into confused ones.

“What’s happening. Why are you laughing at the fact that Bobby defiled Alex’s little sister?” Luke asked.

“Okay, can we not say it like that,” Alex grimaced.

“Alex, don’t worry, he didn’t do anything with your sister,” Julie stated.

“Yeah, despite the small resemblances, he isn’t my biological dad,” she added.

“Then why-”

“She had me when she was 16, but instead of putting me up for adoption, she gave me to my dad. I don’t really know everything, but my dad told me when I was 7.” Alex nodded.

“Okay, but earlier you were laughing?” he asked, and Julie giggled beside her.

“Because I’m pretty sure we both thought of the same response,” Julie answered, and looked at Carrie.

“He says it whenever anyone asks about his relationship status in interviews,” Carrie also added.

“ Honey, I haven’t touched a woman since 1999,” they both quoted in sync before breaking out in a fit of laughter once more.

“Bobby is gay?!” all three boys shouted.

“Bi actually,” Julie corrected.

“With a preference for men...guitar players specifically,” Carrie continued.

“Not that any of them last very long according to tabloids,” Julie said aimlessly.

“Yeah, well you know dad is always picky. Apparently he has this thing where they have to match his talent,” Carrie said and she and Julie looked at one another again silently confirming if they were thinking the same thing, before turning back to the boys who were flickering.

“I guess this is our goodbye,” Reggie joked and Carrie cracked a smile.

“For now,” she added.

“Do you think you can come back? Tell us more about your dad and what we missed?” Luke asked, and she shook her head yes.

“Yeah, or you guys could come to mine and I can show you my dad’s Sunset Curve room that he likes to cry in sometimes.” That didn’t really get the laughs she thought it would, and she scolded herself for not remembering that joking about trauma was a Wilson thing, but the boys were gone before she could even back track, so she turned to Julie.

“Well I know they’re still here, but I drove myself so if you wanna hang out I could stick around,” she suggested, and Julie smiled.

“Yeah, I’d like that. Besides I think we have some things to talk about.” She led her out of the studio and Carrie happily followed, knowing that there were most likely three teenage ghosts following her. So yes, sometimes she does pretend to be clueless, because she likes being underestimated, but sometimes it’s good to show all of her strengths, because you might be able to mend a couple of friendships.

#julie and the phantoms #reggie jatp #alex jatp #luke patterson #julie molina #carrie wilson #trevor wilson #jatp fanfic #jatp #bobby jatp #sunset curve #rose molina #ray molina #carlos molina #flynn jatp #nick danforth evans #caleb covington #willie jatp #carrie and julie

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youarejesting · 4 years

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BTS365 Prompts.week 27

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Kim Seokjin - Joke

Kim Seokjin came home from the bts tour he had planned to surprise you with his new extreme hair colour and outfit. But when he came home the door was unhinged. Stepping over the threshold Seokjin saw blood everywhere.

“Baby?” His heart was racing and he ran following the trails of blood and he ripped open the door to see you laying still on the ground “Baby!”

He grabbed for you and you couldn’t keep from laughing, he held your face. “What happened?’

“It’s a prank, Jin.”

“A prank?”

“Yeah, it was a joke.”

Min Yoongi - I forgot

“I assign you two months community service. You will be working at the Seoul community aged care facility.” The Judge said hitting the gavel. Yoongi remembered how his heart sank, the thought of being forced to work with old people. But among the elderly there was a young woman sitting in the garden dressed in a beautiful sundress. Your hair wisping in the gentle breeze.

“Hey are you here because of a court order too?”

“Huh?" You turned with a small smile, “No I live here?"

“You live here?” he raised an eyebrow “At the old folks home?”

The two of you laughed and you closed the small book Yoongi hadn’t noticed in your hands. “You look good for someone in the Seoul community aged care centre” He smiled

“I am a vampire,” you gave a cheeky smile. “I am kidding I live here because I am forgetful.”

“Yoongi,” the resident nurse called him over, he gave a regrettable smile to you before walking away. “Hey I know you are here serving for your court order but her. I don’t want you to go near her, no talking, no getting attached. She won’t remember you tomorrow, it's better this way.”

Jung Hoseok - UFO

You were sitting snuggled in bed one evening with Hoseok, the two of you were wasting time watching conspiracy videos. The latest ones were flying orbs in the sky. You turned to Hoseok and smiled “If you were an alien would you pick me up in your spaceship and fly me away?”

“I would fly you to the moon and we can float among the stars just you and me jagiya.”

“If I was an alien and I stole you in my UFO would you still love me, Jagiya?” You asked Hoseok.

“I would love you,” he assured you strongly.

“Even if I had six eyes?” your gaze was curious to how he would respond.

“Even if you had forty legs,” he grinned, spotting the slither of skin on your back where his fingers started dancing back and forth across your lower back. He grinned watching you squirm and leaned down to blow a raspberry revelling in the giggles.

Kim Namjoon - compliment your mirror

“Kim Namjoon, you are a great guy, you aren’t ugly, people love you, people would be sad if you were gone.” His misty eyes lifted to meet their mirrored version and he pressed his lips together to swallow another sob. “You aren’t hiphop, you aren’t pop, you aren’t rap. You are everything you want to be and others opinions and their categories don’t mean anything. I love you.”

Park Jimin - plastic bag

Being a celebrity didn’t leave Jimin much freedom but today he had a rare chance. He took the opportunity to walk on the beach under the lights of the gwangandaegyo. It didn’t matter how cool it was when the gentle breeze brought with it the salty aroma of the sea; Jimin was filled with the warmest feelings of home.

He strolled along the beach when he saw something in the tide, being gently pushed back and forth. He tilted his head curious and confused as to what it was, even with his glasses he was unable to identify the object but he heard a small call.

“Come on people, there are bins on either end of the beach” There you were looking like an ethereal figure. “Are you serious? A plastic bag.”

Kim Taehyung - sidewalk @rosita7703

Walking along the sidewalk, Taehyung had his camera snapping photos whenever something beautiful caught his eye. Past a cute cafe, and an antique book store. He came across a mural across the sidewalk. He took pictures following the colours until he was met with you. In your chalk stained blue overalls and curls messily gathered in a messy bun. There was a golden glow on your smooth chestnut skin, dark eyes concentrating on your art work.

“Uh, excuse me” he called. You looked up, blue chalk stained your cheek and you gave him a gorgeous gleaming smile. “May I.. take… uh, photo?”

“Of course?” You went to get up and he held out his palm flat.

“Uh no, you keep… uh?”

“You want me to keep drawing?” You asked him and he smiled nodding

“Yes!” You got back down and he gave you directions wanting you to look up at the camera and smile and when the camera flashed he looked at what he had created and smiled “Yeppeun!”

Jeon Jungkook - workaholics

Being the golden Maknae, Jungkook felt the need to prove himself. He thought he should never complain, never be tired or hurt. It was a mix of not wanting to appear as if he was a problem or that he was weak. You were hired to take care of the boys anything they needed you would get. When he wanted to train late at night you would sit with him and drive him back while the manager took the others. When he was going to do something stupid you would try to stop him.

You both had been working for days without much sleep and if you factor in the jet lag and other crazy details, you were both in pretty terrible shape. But your number one rule was if they were awake you were awake waiting on them hand and foot until they closed their eyes and then you would go to bed.

You don’t know what went wrong but Jungkook was dancing without any shoes on and he fell. Diving to save him you heard a distinct crack and an electric shock of pain rip through your arm as each nerve started firing. Holding back tears and more you sat up and looked at Jungkook and his bleeding foot.

He had injured his foot 2 hours before the London concert and he was devastated. After the concert you requested to go in the ambulance with Jungkook and the manager said he should go and you should drive the guys back to the hotel.

“Uh actually, I can’t drive…” You shuffled removing your coat to show the discoloration around your deformed wrist where the bone had completely snapped. “Jungkook fell on me and I broke my arm,” you mumbled trailing off.

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randogirlo-fando · 5 years

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Andante, Andante Part 1/?

Summary-Keg King Billy Hargrove becomes infatuated with Mike and Nancy’s cousin who is staying with them over the summer.

Warnings- swearing, mentions of sex, eventual smut

Word count-2.5k

May 1985

You close the door to your baby blue 1984 Jeep Cherokee you got as a graduation present, giggling after hearing the faint voice of one of your favorite cousins exclaiming “She’s here! She’s here!”. Nancy comes running out to give the first hug, squeezing pretty tight for such a petite girl.

“It’s been way too long!” She smiles brightly and you embrace her back just as tight as she did.

“It has, I would’ve visited sooner but private school has been kicking my ass.”

Soon Karen comes out holding Holly and you smile at them, excited to finally meet Holly when she actually has thoughts and opinions.

“(Y/n/n) look how grown you are!” Nancy let’s go of you to make room for her mom and sister while the redness goes to your cheeks awkwardly. Karen puts Holly down and pulls you into a hug, Holly hiding behind her legs. It was expected considering it’s been 4 years since the last visit.

“Holly this is your cousin (y/n). You were a lot younger when she last saw you.” After waving to her she smiles and pokes your knee causing another giggle to erupt from you.

“Ted can you come get (y/n)’s bags?”

“Sure honey” All of you head inside once the bags are grabbed and you begin to study all the things that’s changed about the house. The new pictures on the shelves, the new rug Karen must’ve got to tie the living room together, even the new vacuum she must’ve got after the old one broke. They may not have actually been new, but they were new to you.

“So where is Mike?” Karen smiles and gestures her flailing hand to the basement amusingly.

“All of his friends are down there too, they missed you a lot.”

“Will too?” She nods and you cringe when the stairs creaked under your tiptoeing feet.

“What was that?” Lukas’ eyes widen at the thought of something bad, making it harder for you not to laugh.

“Holly, I’ve told you you can’t come- (Y/N)!!” Mike jumps up to hug you, arms around your arms almost like he was caging you in.

“Dude you’re taller then me what the hell?” He smiles and within a flash you’re dragged to the kids and forced to sit down next to Dustin and Will. Dustin smiles and you put an arm around him to hug him. Once he realized your arm isn’t moving anytime soon his cheeks start to heat up, definitely going to be the cause of some teasing later on.

“El, Max, this is my cousin (y/n). She’s awesome.” You smile and pinpoint the girls. Eleven, the savior, the innocent, and Mike’s girlfriend, was wearing an oversized flannel and jeans while her hair was in a short French braid. Max, the redhead, the fireball, and last you checked Lukas’ girlfriend, was fixing up small bits of hair in El’s head that’s in front of her lap while smiling at you quickly before moving her focus back to the task at hand.

“So these are the girlfriends, if y’all wanna go get ice cream and talk about the guys I’m always up for it.” El’s eyebrows furrow while she tilts her head in confusion, making Max mess up a little. She whispers something to Mike, which makes you self conscious of your voice and accent.

“Oh (y/n) is from somewhere else called the south, so she has a southern accent.” She nods although still confused so youve made a mental note that she’ll be asking questions throughout your trip which you don’t mind.

“So were y’all just waiting for me or were y’all doing a campaign because either way here I am and I’m ready to do anything.”

“Well we were talking about Max’s douchebag brother.” Lukas’ rolls his eyes before Max punches him in the arm not too hard but definitely not lightly. Dustin at this point was just wanting to talk to you just you and him the moment he found out you were coming. Growing up, he always had a crush that manifested over the years and you always were nice to him not wanting to hurt his feelings.

“The one that attacked lukas and scared the shit out of everyone?” They nod and you lick your lips before sucking on your teeth harshly.

Every year Mike updated you on the things happening in Hawkins so you knew pretty much everything except maybe some very minor details and that guy Billy has been on your list for as long as he’s been in Hawkins.

“How about we call up Jonathan for a second car, invite Nancy and we all go pay a visit to Steve at his new job?” They all nodded and spoke their own agreements until Mike speaks up.

“Actually El isn’t allowed in the mall, can you drop us off at her house?”

“Of course, I understand. Don’t go pissing off Hopper though.” You wink lighting at the two and Eleven hides in Mike’s neck, Mike flipping you off lightheartedly.

“Nancy! Can you come down to the basement?” She comes down quickly while putting her earrings in.

“What’s up?”

“Wanna call up that boyfriend of yours and we all go pay a visit to Steve?”

“Okay I’ll call him now!” She runs back upstairs, careful not to hurt her ear, and everyone else discusses carpool.

Dustin calls shotgun and sits in your car, turning the radio on his favorite radio station and smiling a big toothless grin at you. Once Mike and El get in the back, you guys pull out of the driveway to get a head start from everyone else.

“So El, do you know your address?”

“Uh, no.” She sheepishly looks down in her lap and furrows her eyebrows.

“What about directions?”

“Go on the main long street and then it’s in the woods.” You have to think hard before nodding and try to listen to her to your best ability.

“Hey I found it.” A smile of accomplishment comes to your face and you look at El through the mirror as she smiles back. Once the car is parked, you ruffle Dustin’s hair and get out with them to walk them to the door.

“Hey Hopper, I’m dropping off kids.”

“(Y/n) I didn’t know you’re in town.” He gets up to greet you with a smile and you return it.

“Yes sir, just got in about an hour ago and now I’m taking kids to get ice cream. Of course I heard El can’t be in super public places so here I am.”

“You always were a good kid. If you need a summer internship or anything I’m sure we can get you something at the police station.”

“Thank you sir, and if you ever need someone to stay with El I’m always happy to!” You shake hands with him and the kids say bye to you before heading into what you assume is El’s room, leaving you to run back to your car.

“How does everyone like you?” He looks in awe, completely enthralled by you.

“Southern charm, honey.” He laughs and you pull out of the driveway to head to the Starcourt Mall.

“So (y/n), would you want to rent a movie and come over to watch it? We could eat popcorn and stuff. You don’t have to I just thoug-“ you cut him have with a small giggle, calming his nerves a little.

“I’d love to Dustin, I missed my partner in crime.” Once you stop at a red light you take a second to look at him before taking his hat and putting it on.

“I think this hat looks pretty good on me” Dustin mumbles something under his breath but you choose to ignore it.

“So any summer plans?”

“I go to Camp Know Where.”

“Aw when are you leaving me?”

“The second week of June. I’ll be back before Fourth of July though!”

“Perfect! So we’re gonna have to all go to the fair together!” He smiles at you with a small blush and you smile back before getting to the mall. You meet up with everyone else at the front entrance and Max looks a little more stone-faced then before.

“What’s wrong Max?”

“I’m an idiot as always.” Lukas sighs and starts walking in.

“Boys are mad dumb it’s okay.” You whisper in an attempt to her cheer up a little and she gives you a small smile.

“Excuse me I’ll have a tall scoop of Harrington.”

“Look, I’m trying to- (y/n)? What are you doing here?” He jumps over the counter and envelops you in a bear hug, the smell of his cologne right in your nose with your head against his chest.

“Well I’m in the mall to get my damn ice cream. Nice sailor suit, captain.” He laughs when you attempt to solute him through the hug and finally lets go to look at you.

“Last time I saw you was the summer before my freshmen year.” A faint pink came to your cheeks remembering the last encounter with Steve Harrington.

“(Y/n), I-I like you....” he closed his eyes to prepare for the rejection, but instead he felt a kiss placed on his cheek rather quickly.

“I like you too Harrington.” He smiled before realization and sadness hit his soft features.

“Why do you have to leave?”

“I start school in a week. I can’t stay forever...” he hugged you so very close, not wanting to let go.

“Steve?”

“Yes?” Your sparkling (e/y) eyes stared into his and suddenly you move closer to each other before sharing your first kiss together.

“Yeah I actually ended up skipping 8th grade, so I graduated with you.”

“Hey can you two stop making goo goo eyes and get us some ice cream?” Dustin says, rolling his eyes making the other kids giggle. You break concentration from the brunette before you, realizing you’re missing two people.

“Will where did Nancy and Johnathan go?” You look around trying to find the two through the crowd of people.

“They went to see some movie they’ve been wanting to see.” A sigh of relief washes over you before you turn back to Steve, grabbing him by the upper arms.

“Well Steve, I’m here all summer. Call the Wheeler house if you want to catch up.” His face lights up before he sighs pretending to check a watch.

“Uh yeah totally, I’m like super busy here most of the time but I’m sure I can make time for you.” You roll your eyes at his antics before giggling and messing with his hair, ordering ice cream for everyone and going back outside.

“You guys ready to go?”

“My brother is gonna be at the Wheeler house looking for me in like half an hour so we should probably leave.” Max sighs making you feel the need to comfort her by rubbing her shoulder.

“Max gets shotgun!” The boys groan at the statement and you make eye contact with Max while giggling.

“So Max, what’s your plans this summer?”

“Hang out with the party, go to the arcade, skate my skateboard, and stay away from the pool.” Your eyebrows scrunch, trying to figure out why.

“How come?”

“Billy works there. He’s a lifeguard and he’s told me not to.”

“Who would put him in charge of people’s lives?”

“Well he used to be a lifeguard in California, a pretty good one too.” Nodding, you think about what he’s like when he’s good at saving lives but bad with people.

When you pull up, a blue Camaro was in your spot in the driveway to you park on the side of the road. Max sighs and gets out first, throwing the ice cream wrapper away.

“Max where the hell were you?” A deep voice says with frustration lacing it, catching you off guard and causing you to flinch.

“You’re early.” Is all she says before getting in the passenger seat and slamming the door.

“You better tell me why you were in a strangers car.”

“I’m not a stranger buddy.” The buddy laced with sarcasm as you get out of your own car, his face changing from frustrated to cocky, a devilish smirk that you can’t help but find attractive coming across his face with the change in attitude.

“Well, I didn’t know it was a pretty stranger.” He leans against his car door and you roll your eyes, walking closer to him while placing your hands on your hips.

“I’m Nancy’s cousin, and I’m way out of your league pretty boy” He’s a bit taken back by your remark but smirks while studying your every movement and detail from top to bottom.

“Not from here, huh? I’m gonna guess....southern?” The pause almost taunting you.

“You bet your sweet ass I am. Now run along and stop yelling at such a good kid. None of these kids deserve what you’ve put them through.” Your facial expressions soften when you make eye contact with the embarrassed ginger.

“Max, when you come over next how about I take you home afterwards?” Your cold stare looks back at his dark eyes and you watch frustration come across his face but his smirk never falters.

“Sounds amazing!” She smiles and he rolls his eyes before slowly stepping towards you.

“I’m sorry but I’m not very comfortable having her in your car. How about we get dinner so I can get to know you better?” He gets closer, looking you into your eyes with those bright blue eyes you almost want to fall into, but instead you push his shoulders back to keep a minimum of 7 feet apart at all times.

“In your dreams lover boy, unless she needs to be at home differently I’ll bring her home at 5pm every time. That way if y’all end up having dinner or something she’s there and you don’t have to worry your pretty little face about picking her up.” He gives up and huffs.

“That works” He gets in the car and sends you one final wink before you flip him off. Once he finally pulls out of your spot, you quickly pull into it and park once more.

“Woah (y/n) you’re the first girl other than Nancy to reject him like that!” You get out of your car, forgetting the other kids were still here. The smile on their faces made your heart swell.

“Well he’s a jerk. Too bad I promised Aunt Karen I’d go to the pool tomorrow.” You all start to walk in, Dustin explaining how you should not go.

“Why would you still go when he’s there? That’s so dumb.”

“What’s dumb?” Karen comes out of the kitchen with her oven mitts on, scaring everyone half to death.

“Oh I told them I’m going to the pool with you and Molly tomorrow and Dustin is flipping out.” She furrows her eyebrows before laughing it off.

“Dustin, she’s going to be with me and/or Molly the entire time. Let her have some fun.”

“Thank you Aunt Karen! Finally someone on my side.” The party sighs and you usher them to go downstairs.

“Dinner is almost ready, I’ll call you guys when it’s closer to time!”

“Thank you aunt Karen!” You close the basement door and sigh.

“Okay, let’s play some DnD!”

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A/N-hey y’all, I’m sorry this took longer than I promised. I wanted to make it longer but I have so much trouble writing with my health and trying to do school. I love y’all if you guys wanna be on the taglist then ask! Also I changed the car without realizing lol

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#billy hargrove #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove smut #stranger things #mike wheeler #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #eleven #dacre montgomery

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somekindoftuber · 5 years

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vld youtuber AU (klance, part 4)

part one | part two | part three

Compared to the all day insanity of his livestream, Lance’s 23rd birthday is super laid back. Hunk makes the hour drive into Harborville and the three of them hit his favorite pizza joint. It’s not as good as the one back home on Varadero Beach, but it’s a close second. After that they spend the rest of the day in he and Pidge’s living room playing horror games and snuggling together on the couch (let it be known that Hunk is a world class cuddler and his hugs can cure most ailments). He spends an hour on facetime with his family, retreating to his room at one point to talk to his mom and dad alone. He misses them so much, even though he was just there. He comes out of his room sniffling a little and lets Hunk scoop him up like a ragdoll.

Once July is over, Lance finds his schedule suddenly packed. His subscriber count is starting to inch towards twenty five thousand and he has to sit down and process that for a while. It doesn’t seem real. That’s a fourth of the way to a silver creator award - he never dreamed he’d get that far just making weird videos and singing parody songs.

But to what end? Does he want a youtube career? This was just supposed to be a fun hobby. Not that he wants to work at the cafe the rest of his life, but his associate’s degree in social sciences has sort of been going to waste. He might be able to use youtube as a stepping stone into something else.

But what?

He would normally consult Pidge, but she’s slammed with robotics projects and barely has time to hang out at all. Hunk is still online sometimes, but he’s frequently occupied since he finally grew a spine and asked Shay out after pining for her at a distance for almost a year.

Like how you’re pining for Keith, his inner monologue tells him. He shakes his head to shut it up. Besides, Lance has only been pining for what, four, maybe five months? Not nearly as bad.

Speaking of Keith, Lance hasn’t heard much from him since the Livestream. He never responded to Lance’s text thanking him, and he hasn’t played Overwatch in a while. Shiro had recently posted a video where they were finishing up their current bike and Keith had been there (looking amazing and wow is his hair getting long), so Lance knows he’s alive. A weird sense of dread starts gnawing at him, so he sends Keith a DM on twitter.

@LanceyLance to @k_redlion Hey man just checking in, haven’t heard from you in a while, you good? We should play OW soon, I miss my dps partner ;D

He hopes that’s not too forward. While he waits for a reply (and so he doesn’t anxiously check his twitter every two minutes), Lance starts working on the guitar part of a Hozier song he wants to cover, and he’s never been more glad that he took the time to learn how to read and write music. Lance’s channel has been featuring more love songs - for which Pidge and Hunk have collectively nicknamed him Captain Subtlety. But does it matter how not-subtle he is if none of it seems to be getting through to his intended target?

He spends a good two hours practicing and then takes a break, finally letting himself check his twitter. There’s a reply from Keith and Lance almost jumps up from his chair.

@k_redlion to @LanceyLance yeah man sorry just been really busy with work and the garage i’m free this thursday if you want to play

He’s not technically free. He was planning on filming on Thursday since Pidge will be out of the apartment almost all day and he won’t bother her. But for Keith? He’ll make time.

@LanceyLance to @k_redlion Heck yeah man just name a time!!

When they do play on Thursday, Keith isn’t very talkative. He’s always sort of quiet, but he sounds tense today. His words are even more clipped, and it sets Lance on edge. They’re in a queue for a game when Lance decides he can’t take any more.

“Dude,” He asks. “You alright?”

“I’m fine.”

Yeah, right, Lance thinks. But he’s gotta approach this carefully. Keith doesn’t open up easily, he knows that much, and attempting to force it out of him would likely backfire.

“Hey,” he says carefully. “I know we’re not, like, super close, but you can tell me if something’s wrong. I’m actually really good at keeping secrets.”

There’s a bit of silence, then a tiny breath that almost sounds like a laugh. “Like how you told the entire internet that Pidge pukes in the car if she reads anything other than road signs?”

Lance makes an indignant sound. “Oh come on, that’s not a secret! Anyone who’s been in a car with her for five minutes knows she’s has the stomach strength of a toddler!”

Keith laughs then, and it’s such a nice sound, even if it’s short lived. It breaks the tension enough that Lance feels confident about trying again.

“But seriously, Keith. I’m here for you, yeah?” Lance chews on his lip. “I hope that’s okay for me to say.”

There’s a stretch of quiet that has Lance almost breaking out into a sweat. But then he hears Keith huff over the mic. “Yeah,” Keith says, and it sounds like there’s a smile behind it. “Yeah, man. Thanks.”

Lance gets another invite from Shiro.

It’s perfect timing because Pidge is finishing her summer term and is completely fried - something only a trip home will fix. And since she doesn’t have a car, Lance has the perfect excuse to drive her. With his neighbors set to watch his cats, they pile in Lance’s Civic, put on a playlist of Disney songs, and sing for nearly the entire drive. Pidge is damn near loopy after her final exam, but she finished her robotics project and most likely aced it. Like she does every exam. Lance doubts she’s ever seen anything lower than an A- on anything.

The Holts are just as chipper as always, even if Pidge collapses face-first into her father as soon as she steps through the door. He just pats her head and laughs. Lance brings their stuff inside so Pidge can take a much needed nap, then shoots a text to Shiro letting him know they got in okay. They’re not set to film for another two days, but maybe he can sneak some hang-out time in there. Until then, everyone under the Holt family roof is on Pidge pampering duty.

Filming day comes and Lance brings a cake for them all to share. He pulls up to the house and parks on the street, noting that the house garage is open. Keith is inside, bent over a motorcycle and surrounded by parts and tools, looking so focused that he doesn’t seem to notice Lance approaching. He’s wearing a tank top and sweats and is covered in grease, but he still looks good, so Lance doesn’t say anything for a second and admires the view. Keith’s phone is perched on a toolbox nearby, playing music - Massive Attack. Of course he would listen to Massive Attack.

Keith finally notices him and stiffens, turning. With the cake in his arms, Lance can’t really wave, so he just shrugs and smiles. Keith eyes him up and down for a second before pointing to the door inside the garage.

“Head on in, Shiro’s in the kitchen.”

When he gets inside, Shiro stands from the kitchen table to take the cake from Lance and pull him into a hug. Lance thinks he’ll never get used to that. Keith wanders in a minute later and goes straight for the back of the house to shower and change.

Shiro looks to be in good health, as does Keith, though he’s not really meeting Lance’s eyes. Did he do something wrong? They drive to Shiro’s rented garage a few miles away and shoot for almost five hours, switching camera duty between the three of them. They get a hilarious outtake when Lance drops a socket wrench and juggles it spectacularly before it falls to the floor and bounces at least a dozen times - like something out of a cartoon. It sets them all laughing.

Once they’re done filming, Shiro locks up the garage and they head home. Then it’s time for dinner, barbecue again, but Lance isn’t complaining. He gets put on corn and potato detail while Shiro gets the grill going. Keith still isn’t being very talkative. He doesn’t seem to be actively avoiding Lance, but he thought they’d gotten to a point where they could chat candidly.

Kosmo provides a nice distraction while they eat, giving both Lance and Keith something else to focus on. As the sun sets, Lance could swear that Shiro is giving him a weird look.

“So,” Shiro begins. “Pidge is almost done with school, right?”

Lance nods. “Yep. Finishing almost a year early, even. Not that I’d expect any less from her.”

Shiro picks at a slice of pork loin. “What is she going to do next?”

Lance pouts, then shrugs. “Dunno. She’s got her eye on Boston Dynamics, and I wouldn’t be the least bit surprised if they welcome her with a red carpet. Have you seen her thesis? I can’t even pronounce half the title.”

Shiro laughs. “Yeah, she’s a Holt alright. Geniuses, the whole family.” There’s a pause. “And what about you, Lance?”

Oof. That sure is a topic. Lance leans back in his lawn chair and finishes his beer. “Beats me. I stayed in Harborville after school because Pidge wanted a roommate, but I don’t really have anything else going for me there.” He picks at a loose thread on his jeans. “I can sort of work from anywhere? Dunno if I want to stay in a college town.”

Shiro nods with a smile, then glances at his phone. “I’ll be back in a bit,” he says, then ducks back into the house, closing the sliding glass door behind him.

Now it’s just Lance and Keith.

And Keith is giving him A Look. He’s not sure what to make of it, his thick eyebrows pinched over his nose like Lance just grew a second head.

“Uh,” Lance says. “Something wrong?”

Keith opens and closes his mouth several times, then is suddenly very interested in his plate. “You wouldn’t go with her?” He asks.

Lance raises an eyebrow. “Pidge? I mean, I could, I guess...? But I doubt she’d really need me. That woman is going places, y’know? She’s probably pretty eager to be on her own for the first time, especially after living with me for three years.” He laughs a little. “Though I won’t be surprised if she attempts to take one of my cats. Motoko always did like her more than me.”

Keith looks up at Lance and he looks so confused. Adorably confused. “Uh.”

Lance studies him. “Yeah…?”

Keith is chewing on the inside of his cheek a little. “Isn’t -- isn’t Pidge your girlfriend?”

Lance would have choked if he wasn’t so used to that question. “Haha, oh man, no.” He reaches for another beer from the ice chest. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love Pidge and would take a bullet for her any day of the week, but she’s like a sister to me.”

Surprise is slowly dawning on Keith’s face. “Oh.” Then he starts blushing.

“Hey man, don’t sweat it,” Lance assures him. “Pretty much everyone thinks we’re an item. No one believes a guy and a girl can live together and not be dating.”

Keith looks so uncomfortable, his face and ears red. “Sorry. I thought - and then in your livestream you said you weren’t single, so…”

“Huh? When did--” But then Lance remembers his line about his heart being spoken for and now he’s blushing too. “Oh, right. Nah, I just tell that to fans, in case anyone tries to get too close. Which some have. It saves me a lot of headache to just pretend I’m seeing someone.”

He swears Keith’s eyes are glittering. “So you’re…?”

Lance nods. “Yep, completely unattached.”

“Oh.”

There’s a long stretch of quiet that has Lance fidgeting as Keith keeps looking up at him from behind his bangs. He thought Lance was taken? Is that why he’s been awkward? Or is Lance reading too much into this yet again? He shouldn’t say anything, he should keep his mouth shut and wait for Keith --

Shiro picks the perfect moment to return to the back patio and rescue him. They chat for another hour and Keith has visibly loosened up, laughing loudly at Lance’s jokes and stories. When he says goodnight to make the short drive to the Holt home, Keith smiles wide at him, and it takes Lance’s breath away.

They only stay in town for another two days, and Lance spends more time with the Holts. On their way out, they swing by Shiro’s to say goodbye. Keith still doesn’t hug him, but he grips Lance’s hand tight and holds his gaze with those crazy intense eyes of his.

Pidge naps for most of the drive so Lance puts on one of his favorite mixes and hums along.

They have another two weeks before Pidge starts her last term of undergrad, so Lance throws himself into YouTube. The filming he did at Shiro’s was enough for three episodes, and thankfully one of them includes Lance dropping the socket wrench. He can’t even be embarrassed when he sees Shiro laughing in the footage.

He spends three days recording before finally posting his newest cover - “Like Real People Do.” He worked really hard on this one, recording several tracks to mix together and several camera angles. Lance splices it all together in his editing software to make a little music video, and, as a last touch, puts it all in black and white. He posts it and crosses his fingers, making an announcement tweet about it.

Keith likes that tweet and Lance melts into the couch.

Pidge rolls her eyes from the other couch, looking up from the giant book she considered ‘light reading.’ Lance had told her the tale of Keith thinking he was dating her, and Pidge took on her classic Resting Bitch Face in response.

“I’d say you’re like a lovesick puppy, but I feel like even they wouldn’t be this bad.”

Lance doesn’t even look up. “Let me have this.”

Pidge huffs and makes a vague gesture with her hands. “Lance. For the love of all that is sacred, please get your shit together and ask him out already.”

But Lance pouts. “But what if I’m seeing this all wrong?” he toys with his phone a little. “He’s super withdrawn and I haven’t known him for very long. What if this is just how he acts when he finally trusts someone? He hasn’t exactly flirted with me or anything.”

Pidge turns a page in her book. “Won’t know until you try.”

Sinking further into the couch, Lance sets his phone aside and continues pouting until it’s time to make dinner.

After he disappears into the kitchen and Pidge starts hearing the rattle of pots and pans, she takes out her phone and opens the text app.

(+328) shiro this is pidge. i need to talk to you

(+770) Hi Pidge! Everything okay?

(+328) in the grand scheme of things yes. i am however about to either lose my mind or commit homicide against my roommate

(+770) Lance?

(+328) shiro. listen. lance is hopelessly in love with your brother and if i have to put up with his pining for my last term i might flunk out from sheer frustration

(+328) he refuses to ask keith out because he’s convinced that he’s misreading it and keith isn’t interested. please tell me hes wrong

(+770) Oh wow

(+770) ahahaha

(+770) Oh my god, this is hilarious.

(+770) Keith is completely smitten with Lance, but won’t do anything about it for the same reason.

(+328) oh my god

(+328) theyre perfect for each other

(+770) Yep.

(+328) but i think it’s time for an intervention

(+328) before i do something ill regret

(+770) I agree. Any ideas?

(+328) yes actually

Continued in part 5 here!

#text #youtuber au #klance

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breachtopology · 4 years

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prompt: we’re secret friends with benefits and you accidentally wore my shirt to to the party so you’re pretending you came as me and it turns out your impression of me is on point and you know me better than you know myself are you sure you’re not in love with me?? \\ requested by @hermannsthumb

sorry this is so late (but it’s still halloween on the west coast? did I make it??) some shatterdome-era, halloween-themed com dram.

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Newt cracks an eye open, waking from a nap he hadn’t realized he was taking. He lifts his head and looks where it had previously been resting—on Hermann’s bare chest. Newt’s eyes drag upward to Hermann’s face—eyes still closed, gently resting.

Reaching over to his nightstand without looking, Newt first mistakenly grabs his glasses, then his remote for the A/C setup he cobbled together from scrap jaeger metal (not officially approved, but no one has to know), Newt finally picks up his phone and checks the time. He bolts upright immediately. “Uh.” He glances down at Hermann. “Not to kick you out, but I’m gonna need to kick you out.”

Hermann props himself up on his elbows. “Oh?” He says coolly. “Plans this evening?”

“The Halloween party, dude!” Newt exclaims, leaping up out of bed, tossing the covers back so forcefully that they’re flung off Hermann as well. “It’s only like, my favorite holiday out of the whole year.”

With a yawn, Hermann reclines back onto Newt’s mattress and pulls the comforter back over himself. “In July you said Christmas was your favorite holiday,” he says up at the ceiling.

“It was in the heat of the moment,” Newt says, fishing through various piles of clothes—piles he insists are clean but just haven’t been put away yet. “We really do need some kind of mid-year holiday to break things up, you know? Why save all the good stuff for the last three months? Anyway.” Newt retrieves a white tank from one such pile and pulls it on. “I’d invite you to come,” he says as casually as possible. “But there’s a strict costume policy.”

“How gracious of you,” Hermann says, again in that cool tone. “I’m not interested in costumes.”

“Or socializing, or games, or fun. Yeah, I get it.” Newt hops into a pair of tan pants, belting them at record speed. “Now hurry up, will you?”

Hermann groans as he sits upright. His hair is mussed and sticking up at odd ends. Newt swallows down an impulse to run his hands through it one more time, to straighten it, to tuck it in place just the way Hermann likes it.

Instead, he tosses a discarded white shirt from the floor of his quarters, pelting Hermann squarely in the chest. “Here.” He follows up with a deep maroon sweater. “We’re burning daylight.”

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They step out into the concrete hallway of the Shatterdome and start to walk toward the Mess Hall, the same direction as Hermann’s own quarters.

“You could have given me a bit more time,” Hermann grumbles, fussing with his hair, still sticking up a bit at odd ends. “I look...disheveled.”

“Hey, it’s working for you.” Newt steps in front of Hermann quickly, but continues to walk backward as he holds his arms out wide for display. “How do I look?”

Hermann looks him up and down. After a short pause, he says, “I can’t evaluate your costume until I know who or what you’re supposed to be.”

“John McClane!” Newt falls back to Hermann’s side. “You’ve seen /Die Hard/, right? Tell me you’ve seen Die Hard.”

“I’ve seen Die Hard,” Hermann says, deadpan.

“You’re lying. It’s okay. You’re forgiven. It’s unforgivable. But I forgive you.”

“Gracious of you,” Hermann murmurs with a small smile. He tugs at his sweater collar. “It’s bloody warm.”

“There’s an easy solution for that, Erdos,” Newt quips. “It’s what you get for wearing sub-zero-ready knitwear in a tropical climate.”

Hermann scowls and stops, handing Newt his cane as he proceeds to pull his sweater over his head. He looks down and lets out a groan. “Newton, this is—“

“Dr. Geiszler, Dr. Gottlieb!”

Mako approaches from the other end of the hallway, clad in a long black trench coat—clearly borrowed from someone who was at least a foot taller and broader than her—and thin sunglasses.

“Mako!” Newt waves. “Are you Neo? Dude, did you watch The Matrix? Amazing, right? That is so badass.”

She lifts her sunglasses and smiles broadly. “Keanu Reeves, he’s the best.” She lifts her sunglasses and considers Newt’s attire.

“Dr. Geiszler...Are you...someone whose clothes have been stolen?”

Newt twitches. “I’m John McClane. Die Hard? Don’t worry about it, it’s from before your time.”

Mako shrugs and smiles politely as she turns her attention to Hermann. “Dr. Gottlieb, you are a...Velvet Underground fan?”

“No, Newton is—“

Newt snaps his attention to his left and sees what Hermann had noticed—under his maroon sweater was Newt’s own Velvet Underground t-shirt, the iconic Andy Warhol banana print. Something that Hermann would never wear, on principle.

Hermann is wide-eyed in surprise. “Er, what I meant to say is...” He clears his throat. “That’s, er my costume,” he says simply. “Newton.”

“WHAT?” Newt exclaims reflexively, unable to stop himself. The corner of Hermann’s mouth twitch upwards. His expression is some bizarre distribution of mortified and smug. “I—...Yes.”

“That is cute.” Mako looks back at Newt, mildly disappointed. “I’m surprised you did not come as each other.” Before Newt can protest and explain, she lowers her sunglasses back down, strikes a pose of such genuine intensity that Newt feels momentarily frozen, before breaking out into a smile and gently leading the two of them, each with one hand, into the mess hall.

Tendo, leaning casually on the snack table, greets the two of them as they grab a couple of drinks—beer that had been snuck into the Shatterdome by some brave anonymous individual, he explains. “So,” he says to Newt. “What are you, a discount construction worker?”

Newt flips him off. Tendo laughs and turns to Hermann. “What’s your ‘stume, doc?”

Newt watches Hermann take another drink before responding, “I’m, er. Newt.” He laughs nervously. “It’s a shallow approximation—“

“Don’t sweat it, doc, no one’s got time to do anything detailed.” Tendo waves his plastic fangs. “You know. More important stuff going on. But—“ he pauses to put the fangs in. “You’ll also be amazed at how far an impression goes to sell it. I’m sure you’ve got some stories.”

"Well, yes, just the other day...” He glances quickly at Newt. Newt looks back at him and crosses his arms.

Hermann straightens up and starts speaking, more quickly and pitched than usual. “‘OSHA procedures are more guidelines than rules,’” he says, quoting—Newt realizes—something Newt had said the day before. A few near bystanders turn their heads to casually tune in. “‘So by extension, I’m the Captain Barbossa of lab safety.’”

A few scattered laughs. Hermann looks around, shocked, possibly by the getting any sort of reaction and possibly by his own delivery.

“Ha!” A nearby J-Tech officer exclaims. “That is legit.” He turns to someone on his left. “I heard the Marshall chew him out a couple weeks ago for—“

“Hey, asshole.” Newt shoots him a glare. “Shut up.” It’s not intelligent, Newt knows, but it’s enough to make a new officer wince.

Tendo lets out a laugh and claps Hermann on the shoulder. “Good one, doc.” He glances at Newt and smirks before taking a sip from his cup. Newt calls that glance and raises it with a death glare that fully transmits, Don’t you say a fucking word.

The initial bystanders disperse. Newt crosses his arms. “That’s not an impression. That’s just one single thing I said once. Taken way out of context, I might add.”

Hermann starts to silently fish through the candy bowl on the snack table.

Newt leans over to watch. “Lookin’ for something?”

At last, Hermann meticulously plucks a green Jolly Rancher from the bowl. “Green is the best flavor,” he says facetiously, delicately unwrapping it from the plastic. “Never mind that green isn’t a flavor but a color.” He pops it into his mouth and grimaces. “These are so sweet,” he says, returning to his usual tone. “Newton, how on earth do you eat these.

Newt rolls his eyes before taking a green Jolly Rancher out of the bowl for himself. “That green was wasted on you, dude” But when he looks back at Hermann he’s smiling slightly, albeit not looking in his direction.

---

For the next half hour, Newt tries to keep a safe distance from Hermann. He makes lap around the mess hall. One engineer, dressed as a pirate (basic, but effective) calls out, “John McClane!” And Newt makes a show cheering and giving her a high-five that is audible throughout the hall.

But the space is finite, and eventually his path leads him back to Hermann, who’s at the center of a small group of PPDC staff who are amused by his current monologuing. Newt slides up behind them and catches Hermann in mid-sentence.

“—and it’s an album from the point of view of a man who’s wretched, who is confronting his misdoings, his mistreatment of others, his skewed relationship with love, in this operatic way—“

In that moment, it strikes Newt that Hermann may have actually been listening. Through all the monologues, through all the rants. Newt flushes with equal parts embarrassment in the accuracy and another feeling he’s tried to push down for seven years.

“But the thing about Weezer,“ Hermann continues, emphasizing the band with an American emphasis on the -er, “Is that they created two perfect albums, so their next twelve mediocre ones are forgivable—“

“The White Album is not mediocre!” Newt finally exclaims from behind the small group, unable to stop himself. He pushes forward and softly grabs Hermann by the arm. Hermann looks up at him with a raised eyebrow, defiant. Newt turns around at the small group casually listening in. “Yeah, yeah, he’s great—excuse us for a sec, will ya?” Without waiting for a reply, he gently pulls his colleague by the arm to the hallway outside, promptly stepping in close, so Hermann is the only thing between Newt and the wall.

“What the hell, dude?” Newt hisses.

Hermann leans his head back against the concrete wall. “Being you is very easy,” he says scathingly.

With a short laugh, and Newt goes in for the kiss. Rough and agitated, how this sequence of events typically starts out. How things started hours prior in the lab, resulting in the change of location to Newt’s room to tear off one another’s clothes as quickly as possible. He slips a hand under Hermann’s/Newt’s own shirt and slides it up and beside Hermann’s ribcage, pulling him in closer.

“This is a new level of narcissism,” Hermann says breathlessly when Newt pulls away. “Even for you.”

“Says the guy who tastes like green.” Newt smirks. “You think you know me?”

“You are impossible not to know.” Hermann says, lifting his chin.

They lock eyes. Newt searches for some confirmation of something in Hermann’s gaze. There’s a hint, close, just behind his eyes, but it’s just out of reach. Despite his better judgement, Newt slips his hand out from under Hermann’s shirt, lifts it, hesitates momentarily, but proceeds to card it gently through Hermann’s hair, smoothing out the odd ends. From front to back, then around to rest on Hermann’s cheek. Hermann looks at him, wide-eyed.

“Newton,” he says softly.

Newt swallows. “Yeah?”

The faceless drone of the party on the other room extends the silence. They look at one another for a minute. And it strikes Newt that it’s longest either of them has gone in each other’s company without a word.

But as “Monster Mash” comes on the speakers, the mess hall erupts into cheers. The incongruity of it all breaks whatever was there, between them in the hallway. Hermann swallows. “I’ll be returning to my quarters, now,” he says, voice just above a whisper. Newt steps back, giving Hermann the space to collect his cane and step out. He gives Newt one last look, opens his mouth to speak, but closes it. He walks away without another word.

#i'm not funny enough to do this prompt true justice but...[ben wyatt voice] it's about the mutual pining #hermannsthumb #k sci

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lisinfleur · 5 years

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Mishaps - Chapter 07: Masquerade

Author’s Notes | Closer and closer to an end! Aethelwulf lovers, #shorry Words | 2447 ⁑ Warnings: Some ANGST, cursing.

Officer Aethelwulf's car stopped in front of the Police Station and he came out of the car, opening the door for you. You said nothing, just accepting when he softly conducted you towards the entrance, giving him the safety you would keep the line and say everything he needed.

But your steps weren't lost. You weren't shaking or anything. Not this time.

Your time at his car, traveling from Hvitserk's apartment towards that Station allowed you to think, to figure out the whole situation your fear of the truths under your masks caused.

Your life was a lie.

You lied to every single person around you and now, guilt was kicking in strong and hard.

You lied to your best friend. How hurt would July be when she discovered the truth about your whole life? How many lies did you have to say when she was telling you her secrets? How many of them made her think you fit the profile to be her best friend?

You lied to your boss. Would she hire you if she knew who you really were? Where did you really come from?

You lied to him. You lied to someone you loved. Your lies caused him to get in trouble and now, you probably fucked up your relationship.

And the price would fall over an innocent's shoulders. The one you were carrying into your belly. The one Hvitserk didn't even have the chance to know existed.

He wasn't completely truthful with you at the beginning, but he never lied. He never told you anything about his life and his family business, but he also never said he was something he wasn't. He never gave you a fake name, a fake history. Hvitserk opened himself to you and you...

You fucked him.

And if someone could undo all the shit your lies caused, this someone was you. And if something could solve these problems, this something was exactly the lies you said about everything around you.

"So, we're here to talk about the situation you were into, Miss Watson..."

"My name is not Mary Ann Watson," you started, causing Aethelwulf to smile at the officer who was conducting the interview.

"Her file is into the folder, Heahmund. You can have more details by reading it later. Let us just focus on the testimony, ok? So," he tried to take the reins and accelerate towards the point he wanted. "Tell us about how Hvitserk Ragnarsson abducted you. Did it happen at your work location?"

"We don't mention names this way, officer Aethelwulf," the man he named Heahmund reprehended him. "We also don't make affirmations...".

You had no time for lectures about Police's procedures...

"There was no abduction, kidnapping, sequestration, whatever you want to call. It didn't happen."

Your sentence seemed to throw all the blood on Aethelwulf's body to his face, especially when officer Heahmund leaned his head looking at him with a confused expression.

Aethelwulf chuckled, almost like a pressure pan starting to hiss with little puffs of air through its whistle.

"Stockholm. Clearly!" he pointed out, causing Heahmund's eyebrow to rise towards the top of his forehead. "Darling, I don't really know what Hvitserk told you, but that man kept you out of your home and out of touch for months! You might have some affection for him, but yet, what he did is..."

"Officer Aethewulf, I'll have to warn you once again about who's conducting this interrogatory and heading this operation. Can you please stop making affirmations towards the suspect?"

Aethelwulf chuckled again. One more puff from the pressure pan... His eyes were looking at you as if he would rip your soul outta your body, but yet, you kept the serenity on your face while he was gesturing to Heahmund, allowing him to continue with the interrogatory he didn't even have the chance to properly start.

"Alright," Heahmund started, messing with the papers and finding your folder, running his eyes over your files. "Here it says you're a part of the Witnesses Protection Program. So, Mary Ann Watson is the identity that was given to you by the program. Is that right?"

"Yes," you answered looking at him, trying to ignore Aethelwulf's nervous figure by his side. "My true name is Y/N Horiksdóttir, and I would like to be called properly, please."

"Fine. Y/N. Can I call you like that?" he said and you nodded, accepting better to be called by your first name due to the facts. "Perfect... Can you tell us what happened?"

Heahmund was a good officer, you could see it through his eyes. He was really interested in finding out the truth about the occurred, so you focused on his eyes, ignoring Aethelwulf unsettled legs or the way he was rubbing his face, wiping the sweat from his forehead as you were speaking.

You took a deep breath. You lied your whole life... It was time for those lies to save you somehow.

"As you can see, I spent my whole life locked down in an identity that wasn't mine. My whole life lying to people I liked, unable to tell the truth about myself to friends and significant ones. And then, I knew Hvitserk... And I fell in love with him. Officer Heahmund, you shall understand me: to lie isn't something anyone should be forced to. Hvitserk was the best thing that ever happened to my life and for the first time, I was feeling happy, in love. I felt there was something real happening to me in a world built of lies everywhere. I didn't want Hvitserk to be another lie in my life. I didn't want my lies to fuck up everything with him. So, I abandoned my lies when he called me to his hunting cabin for a time out. I decided I didn't want to come back to Mary Ann's life. I didn't warn anyone about my departure and I just dove with everything into this relationship, hoping I could leave Mary Ann behind and be myself again. With him."

Your words were sounding like acid drops slowly pouring down Aethelwulf's ears. The pan was overwhelmed with pressure and he was sighing and sighing, like the whistle about to explode.

"Hvitserk did nothing. He doesn't really know what is going on. I went into this trip by myself and for my own rediscovering, but I didn't tell him what I was doing. He's unwarned of what I got him into and I'm sorry it has brought so many problems for all of you. To be honest, I really believed nobody would care about Mary Ann since she's not a real person. I thought sooner or later people would just forget her and I could start over just like when you guys put me into this damn program and everyone just forgot everything about me. Everything about who I am."

Heahmund gently sighed and it caused Aethelwulf's legs to become more unsettled, moving faster, kicking over his heel as if there was a spring under his shoe.

Calmer, Heahmund closed your file in his hand and looked at you, serious.

"Miss, I hope you understand the dimensions of what your irresponsible behavior caused. You may live under a second identity, but you're still a person, Miss Y/N. You have friends that knew you under a false name, but they care about the person they knew and learned to love and this person, under Mary Ann or Y/N or whatever name you want to call her, is still you. Your best friend opened a missing report on this Station and a whole team of professionals was moved to search for a person that wasn't really missing. We could be solving a real case of missing person today. We could be finding someone else's daughter, girlfriend, lost friend. But here we are, losing time with a false report. I really hope you understand the gravity of your actions. You could have caused real problems to your so-called love. And now, if you allow me to express my opinion, I think he'll have all the right to be angry with you. Think twice before doing such a thing once again. Lessons were learned in this place today. I'll extinguish the report and..."

Everything was going in the right way. And then...

Boom...

The pan exploded.

"She's lying!" Aethelwulf squealed by Heahmund's side, looking from you to him and then to you again before hitting the table. "She's fucking lying, can't you see it? It's so obvious! She's god damn lying to protect that motherfucker because she fucking knows in what he's immersed to the neck!"

You tried to keep yourself firm in your position, but it was almost impossible not to shrink in your chair when Aethelwulf advanced towards you, towering upon the table, causing you to feel he was about to squeeze your neck for the information he wanted.

"Tell me the damn truth, you fucking little liar! Do you think I don't know you? Uh? I fucking know you! I know you and the damn cock you came from! Lying is in your shitty blood! But you don't convince me with this stupid fairy tale, little lady, so you better puke the whole story or I swear I'll fucking rip it out of you!!"

"Aethelwulf!" Heahmund held the rampant officer, pulling Aethelwulf away from you, excusing himself before pulling him outta the room.

Alone into the room, you sighed, hoping your lie would serve to more than just infuriating Aethelwulf whose screams of anger you could hear coming from the hall.

"SHE'S FUCKING LYING!!" he insisted.

Heahmund finally pulled Aetlhelwulf's collar.

"Put yourself straight or I'll ask the others to escort you to your office and keep you there until things are over!" he grunted, firmly. "I don't know what is wrong about this family that you want to hard to persecute, but the boy is clean. If there are no charges, there are no reasons for us to keep any of them here because of a girl's childish tantrums! We're a Police Station, not a Kindergarten!"

"I think you're completely right, officer Heahmund," a third hoarse voice came from the entrance of the hall warning the two officers their small arguing was being watched by a pair of blue eyes pretty well known for Aethelwulf. "There is no reason to keep my brother into your disgusting accommodations. Even more, if the charges against him don't exist anymore."

"Björn..." Aethelwulf grunted, infuriated.

But Heahmund just turned himself towards the suited blonde man, with a serious but peaceful expression.

"I suppose you're Björn Ragnarsson," he affirmed, accepting the hand offered towards him and shaking Björn's hand firmly, receiving a silent nod as an answer. "What happened was a mishap and I take it on me since I was heading the operation that..."

Once again, the pressure pan couldn't hold it exploding behind Heahmund, pointing Björn with his index.

"A mishap my balls!" Aethelwulf cursed, getting a sarcastic chuckle from the man in front of him. "The little bitch into that room is fucking lying and I know she's lying such as I know exactly who you are and what your dirty family does! And one day I'll find a way to turn these disgusting accommodations into your permanent residence, you greasy bastard!"

Björn just chuckled, pretending to be surprised with Aethelwulf's reaction.

They were old acquaintances and Björn knew exactly the way his mere presence was a tease for the police officer with wrinkled forehead in front of him. Yet, he turned his glare towards the other, Heahmund, intentionally treating Aethelwulf as nothing to be bothered with.

Heahmund had sweat in his forehead. The man in front of him was surely the most powerful man in the city and Aethewulf's behavior was putting him into bad sheets!

"I'm truly sorry, Mr. Lothbrok," he hurried in apologizing, annoying Aethelwulf even more.

Something Björn didn't lose the chance to feed by showing his best blazé expression, gently waving his hand as if Aethelwulf was really nothing he couldn't let pass.

Something insignificant...

"Don't worry. I understand. It must be hard to build a whole case over a broken base. You guys invested too much work to get to nowhere, after all. When can I pick up my brother?"

"You god damn motherfucker, I'll..." Aethelwulf threatened to explode once again, being readily held back by Heahmund, already irritated by his terrible behavior.

"Enough! Go and provide the papers for Hvitserk's releasing, Aethelwulf! Don't give me more reasons to fuck up your report for this case." Heahmund ordered.

And Björn repeated, lightly straightening his cufflinks, getting the sleeves in its correct place, careless about the fury of the officer. With some luck, Aethelwulf would burst a ball and he would have something to laugh about from that whole shitty situation.

"Yes, officer Aethelwulf, please provide these papers for coming here was a non-expected compromise and well, I have meetings to attend and a flight still today. So, if you can please make my life easier, I would be grateful."

"You asshole!" Aethelwulf cursed, infuriated.

When did his perfect day was ruined like this?

"I said 'enough’, Aethelwulf!" Heahmund tried to interfere, but this time, Aethelwulf just pushed him aside.

"Fuck the damn report! I don't give a shit! Now you listen to me, you prick," he started in between clenched teeth, pointing his index towards Björn, angrily. "You won't fucking hide behind your fancy suits forever, you bastard! I'll fuck you and I'll show what you are to everyone who uses to venerate this shitty family of yours! And it will be soon, Björn, you be sure it will be soon! Get yourself ready!" he threatened.

And Björn eyes glowed in a sharp glare towards him, complemented by the smile in the small curve in his lips, taunting.

"Whenever you have something solid proved about what you say, officer, I'll gladly have an hour with my lawyers to sit and answer your questions. But until there, you're just taking my time and I'm sure you cannot pay for my minutes. So... About those papers?" Björn's fingers moved, waving to shove Aethelwulf towards the corridor, causing the officer to growl infuriated.

This time, Heahmund pushed him towards the office.

"Papers, Aethelwulf! Now!" he ordered, finally taking the patent and the header's position to force Aethelwulf to his work.

Growling and slamming doors, Aethelwulf crossed the corridor, cursing Björn's thirtieth generation as the blond man just followed him with his blue eyes, like a shark to a smaller fish.

Björn knew Aethelwulf's obsession could become something really dangerous for him. But the game was fun. So why not to play?

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kagehinataboke · 5 years

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*puts his hands around his mouth to make a megaphone and starts screaming like i went crazy* TODABAKU FAKE-DATING, TODOBAKU FAKE-DATING!!!!!!!!! TODOBAKU!!!!!!! FAKE!!!!!!!!!! DATING!!!!!!!!!!!

UM FUCK YES BRUH, YOU GOT IT 👏🏻💯

B L E SS

tdbk: [20] fake-dating

***

Most normal single people, when faced with the holidays, would do what any normal person would: make excuses to their family. They’ll avoid the topic of significant others and instead discuss how great the food is and how big the kids have gotten, and oh, she’s in college now? They grow up so fast.

Unfortunately, Bakugou isn’t one of those people. He, when faced with the scrutiny of his family, chooses to lie to their faces. This involves a lot more work than it’s probably worth, but he’d rather deep-throat a cactus than deal with Mitsuki’s matchmaking all through the holiday season. Last year he was forced to go on eighteen different dates over Christmas break: not fucking again.

Finding a fake date is not nearly as hard as it should be, which Bakugou supposes is a good thing. A simple ad, and he has someone named Fuyumi who’s willing to pretend-date him for the Christmas season. Things couldn’t be more perfect. That is, until the day he’s supposed to introduce his ‘girlfriend’ to his parents.

Fuyumi texts him a fucking novel fifteen minutes before their scheduled meet-up time. The more he reads, the more stressed out Bakugou gets. Tl;dr: she can’t make it and is sending her younger brother in her place.

I didn’t pay for a date with your fucking kid brother, Bakugou wants to tell her, but he’s sitting in a public café with five minutes left till Fuyumi’s replacement arrives. After that, it’s a straight drive to his parents’ house: there isn’t anything he can do at this point. Still, what the fuck is he supposed to do? “Hey Mom and Dad, meet my boyfriend who will be staying with us for two weeks.” Yeah, that conversation will go smoother than a fucking run-over box of granola.

“Are you Bakugou?”

Bakugou sighs through his teeth. “That’s me.” Ready to face the firing squad, he adds silently, then nearly chokes on his coffee. He was prepared for a lot of things, but not this.

When Fuyumi said her little brother, Bakugou immediately assumed he’d be a kid, but this guy can’t be any younger than Bakugou himself. Not only that, but he looks like a fucking model. The longer Bakugou stares at him, the more handsome he gets. Perfect—albeit weird—hair, long eyelashes, pale skin, amazing proportions… Fuck, this guy is a million times prettier than his sister.

“Oh, good. I’m Todoroki Shouto. My sister said you’d be expecting me.”

Bakugou closes his mouth before he can start drooling and clears his throat. “Uh, yeah… Sit down.”

His original plan was to say “Fuck you and fuck off,” but he’s afraid it might come out as “Fuck me,” instead. Damn, this guy is just so good-looking… Bakugou’s parents won’t even care if he brings a man home, as long as the man looks like this. Maybe this can work.

Todoroki sits across from him, brushing strands of red-and-white hair away from his forehead. “If you don’t mind me asking… why are you looking for a fake-date in the first place, Bakugou-san?”

It takes Bakugou more than ten seconds to pull himself back together and reply, “My family is too nosy, so this is the simplest way to avoid being annoyed all break.” God, sitting five feet away from this guy is turning him stupid. Maybe he’s gay, after all.

“Ah, I see.” Todoroki’s perfect lips pull into a frown. “Wouldn’t it be easier to avoid going home for the break?”

“They kick university students out of the dorms over break,” Bakugou mutters, staring at his coffee instead of Todoroki’s diamond-cut cheekbones. “My friends all went home, and I have nowhere else to stay. Great, huh?”

“Oh, that’s unfortunate,” Todoroki says in a worryingly decisive way. “I’m happy to help you any way I can. Fuyumi said you were planning to discuss the details?”

“Yeah… On the way.”

“Excellent: let’s get going, then.”

***

“Are you sure you can handle this?”

“You don’t have to worry about me: I got it.”

“I’m not worried about you, fuckhead, I’m worried about me. If my family doesn’t buy this I’m screwed.” Bakugou pauses outside his parents’ front door to take Todoroki by the shoulders. “God, your fucking shoulders are firm. Ugh, I mean… are you sure you can handle this?”

“Your mother is Mitsuki, your father is Masaru, your aunt is Masako, your uncle is Eiji—but he isn’t here because Mitsuki doesn’t like him,” Todoroki recites diligently. “Want me to keep going?”

“No, I get it… Sorry, I’m just nervous.” Bakugou lets Todoroki go after one last squeeze—his subscapularis is insane. “Uh… Let’s go in. Remember to call me by my first name.”

“Got it, Katsuki.”

Lord, he’s going to die… Bakugou mentally staunches a nosebleed and rings the doorbell, praying that all goes well.

Unfortunately, Mitsuki answers the door, which is already a bad sign. “Katsuki, you’re late,” she snaps. “Everyone is waiting for you! Hurry up!” She grabs him and Todoroki by the sleeves and yanks them into a living room full of Bakugou’s distant relatives—who definitely weren’t waiting for him, by the way.

Bakugou’s father appears out of the cocktail of people, looking meekly overwhelmed. “Oh, Katsuki, welcome back… Who’s your friend?”

Oh god, here it goes… Bakugou takes a deep breath and raises his voice just enough to be heard over the commotion. “Mom, Dad, this is my boyfriend!”

On the word ‘boyfriend’ the whole room somehow goes dead silent. Bakugou wants to take one of the little plastic sporks sitting on the snack table and impale himself, but there’s no clear path to reach it. Todoroki isn’t helping matters. He takes Bakugou’s hand, smiles in a heart-melting way, and says, “Nice to meet you,” in the softest fucking voice on the planet.

Bakugou half-expects someone to flip the coffee table, but in an unexpected turn of events, every single female relative in the house appears in a flash of perfume and estrogen.

“My, so handsome—and tall, too!”

“Are you a model, young man? You must be with these looks!”

“Yes, and what attracted you to an angry boy like Katsuki? He’s only good-looking when he sleeps!”

“Hey, what the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Bakugou protests, only to be ignored while another wave of compliments are directed at Todoroki. This bastard looks calm as can be. Is he a professional actor?

Dammit… This is going to be a long two weeks.

***

Bakugou’s family likes Todoroki more than they like him. Hell: after a week of living with the guy, Bakugou is starting to feel the same. He’s beyond polite, good at everything, and hotter than Tokyo pavement in mid-July. There’s one serious problem with him, though: he’s too perfect, and Bakugou is scared that he’s head-over-heels for him.

They’ve held hands, hugged, kissed… Fuck, what haven’t they done to preserve the stupid lie? Bakugou has tried to pretend that sharing a house with Todoroki is nothing more than a means to an end, but he can’t deny his feelings. He’s utterly fucked—and, unfortunately, not by Todoroki.

He can’t say any of this out loud, obviously. Not only does a confession risk his cover, but Todoroki might— No, Todoroki will definitely be freaked out and want to leave. Bakugou will have to keep his mouth shut until the week is over and he can actually afford to be reckless.

That was the plan, at least. Bakugou should really just stop making plans, because they always get ruined. This time by Todoroki, who’s sitting on their ‘shared’ bed with a frown and a low-cut yukata. “Oh good, you’re back… I want to talk.”

Bakugou carefully avoids the danger-zone of the bed, leaning against the opposite wall. “What about?”

“This. You.” Todoroki pauses. “I mean… me. Can I start over?”

“Please.”

“Alright, well… I’ll just say it, then.” Todoroki presses his fingertips together, glancing up at Bakugou through his eyelashes. “The truth is, I think I’m in—“

Bakugou doesn’t let him say anything else. Hell, he wasn’t even listening to anything he said after ‘I’ll just say it.’ The enclosed space and the yukata and just… Todoroki is all too much to bear, and Bakugou doesn’t care anymore. If he gets punched, at least it’ll be by an incredibly hot guy. That’s what he tells himself while straddling Todoroki’s hips and shamelessly tongue-Yahtzeeing him.

Damn, he tastes as perfect as he looks. Fuck this guy and his minty fresh everything. This fucking yukata doesn’t cover enough skin—or maybe it covers too much. Either way, it has to go. Off off off.

“Katsuki, Shouto, are you up?”

Bakugou finds himself on the floor in an instant. Todoroki somehow kneed him in the chest, sat up, and fixed his yukata within the five seconds it took Bakugou’s aunt to open the door. It must be some kind of record.

“We were just about to go to sleep, auntie,” the bastard says with a perfect smile. “Did you need something?”

Masako looks from a red-faced Bakugou, still on the floor, to Todoroki and back. “Um… not at all. Goodnight now.” She disappears in a blink, hopefully not to go spread rumors about them.

When she’s gone, Todoroki puts a protective arm across his chest before glancing at Bakugou. “Sorry… I didn’t mean to hit you so hard. I was surprised.”

“It didn’t even hurt,” Bakugou lies, pulling himself up carefully. “Fuck, I’m the one who should apologize… I jumped you.”

“Oh? That part is fine, though.”

“…What?”

“That part is fine,” Todoroki repeats slowly. “I was trying to tell you before, but… I think I really do like you. I know it will complicate things, and my plan was to wait, but I—“

“You’re fucking kidding,” Bakugou interrupts disbelievingly. “You’re kidding, right?”

“I’m serious.” Todoroki bites his lip. “I know it’s cliché… This whole situation is difficult, but in the end, I just couldn’t—“

“Me too.” Bakugou can tell Todoroki is about to go off on a tangent, and he isn’t about to let this insanely perfect opportunity go to waste. “I like you, too, okay? You don’t have to say anything else.”

“…Really?”

“Yeah. Now shut the fuck up and kiss me before I change my mind.”

Damn, Bakugou knows he’s in deep now… He just can’t seem to make himself care.

#did somebody saY TONGUE YAHTZEE?!#no? okay #this may or may not be based off a lifetime movie i saw #we shall never know #todobaku #bnha #answered asks #trope prompts #calla.txt

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thedeathdeelers · 3 years

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My word is...

✨dancing✨

(Btw there’s absolutely no pressure to get this done, I really don’t mind)

OKAY

i FINALLY DID IT. I FINISHED IT. at 12:45am. on a tuesday. when i have to wake up in 5 hours for work. whatever.

okay so this may not be exactly about dancing per se, the word still inspired me to write this so..::i hope you like it!🤗

you can also find it on my AO3