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kkusuka · 3 years

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hiii I was wondering if you could do a threesome w kuroo bokuto and y/n?? plsss💞

i can actually, that’s the fun part.

(I'm going to try to use gender-neutral pronouns, but the reader has female anatomy, I hope that’s ok!)

I deadass just took this and ran with it oml.

All 18+, public sex, circumstantial humiliation, slight voyeurism, orgasm denial, threesome M/F/M, they’re both kind mean but not really, slight degrading

Synopsis: Your college chem class is kicking your ass so when your professor recommends you to Kuroo, who seems to come in a package deal with another owl-ish boy, you were more than thankful.

4/25

You couldn't believe it, you were so sure you had done well on this test. You made flashcards and even scoured the web for as many quizlets on the subject as you possibly could. But one thing remained the same: Masahiro sensei’s chemistry class was kicking your ass.

No matter how many times you looked at the reference tables and started at the elements you didn't understand a single word that came out of that man's mouth. What’s worse is that you seemed to be the only one who ever had trouble in his class, and he always made sure to let you know.

Side glances during lectures, calling you out when he knows you have no clue what the answer could be, talking about how 'some people’ would do better if they tried harder. You just didn't know what else to do.

So, in some twisted way, you were thankful when he requested to keep you a few minutes after class requesting to talk about some personal issues. Issues you wished would include a new grade and easier tests.

But him telling you about a boy with exceptional grades who would be a perfect fit to help you out, was something you had expected, but did not want. You felt more embarrassed than you already were, couldn't he just give you a website where you could watch videos about ionic and binary compounds?

Looking back to the phone number he had written for you on an index card, you relent. Sending a quick message to the number you shut your phone off and tried to get to your dorm, dropping onto your bed faster than you’d like to admit.

Hey, this is y/n l/n, Masahiro-sensei gave me your number for possible tutoring, if you're up for it of course. Any time for me works. 12:56 pm

Yeah, he let me know about a possible tutoring session, how about the library tomorrow at 4? 1:03 pm

I'm Kuroo Tetsurou btw. 1:07 pm

And like that your day got 10x worse, you don't even know who this way. You at least hoped it was the boy with the fluffy hair in the first row. At least Masahio told him, you assume it may have gone worse, tomorrow at the library at 4.

You could deal with that.

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Your first meeting had gone fairly well. You arrived that the library entrance five minutes early reaching for your phone to let the mysterious Kuroo Tetsurou know that you had arrived, but before you could get that far-

“No need babe, I'm right here, L/n right?”

He was tall, taller than you at least. Tall enough to be able to lock down at you. Looking at you with his narrow hazel eyes and his sleazy yet comforting cat-like smile. His hands were shoved into the pockets of a bright red- volleyball jacket? Nekoma volleyball club must be from high school.

He led you to an isolated corner of the science section on the third floor, a place you had frequented during your mid-semester crying chemistry sessions-- hopefully your tears have dried up by now and you won't make a fool of yourself.

He wasted no time asking exactly what you need help with and seemed more than surprised when you told him everything. He let out a laugh that made you want to get up and run away before letting you know that it was normal to be confused and that you would just start with the electron configurations.

It was going great, he was an amazing teacher and knew exactly what to tell you to make you remember all the rules of the SPDF configurations and everything leading up to the oxidation states of the transition metals. It was just sad that he had to go over everything a second time just for you to get it in your mind.

In the middle of explaining lead’s second oxidation state, Kuroos phone lit up with a notification a Bokuto was calling. Without a second glance, he declined the call and went right to the first state of silver.

Three seconds in this same Bokuto called back after a few choice texts, letting out a sigh he apologized muting about a stupid owl not giving him a moment of rest no matter the time of day.

He picked up and tried to walk away as quick as he could, the only thing you could gain from the conversion was a

HEY HEY! you still at the library? Though you’d be done by now Kuroo!

To which Kuroo told whoever was on the end of the line, that he didn't mind and they should mind their own business. Then you were out of earshot. when he came back he looked as if the life was sucked from his soul.

He plopped into the chair across from you and sat for a second before releasing a deep breath. He looked back at you connecting eyes--they looked impossibly cat-like under the lights of the library-- before shooting you a shifty smirk.

“Babe you're doing great but I've gotta cut it off for today, and you don't mind if a friend joins us for the next few sessions? He isn't that bright.”

It took you of all five seconds to think of your answer, another person who wasn't the brightest will make you look less stupid. Just the thought made you feel bad, you're sure that Bokuto was a wonderful person, hopefully, and did not deserve to be used to make you seem less hopeless. Yet still,

“Yes! That’s totally fine, I'll see you in two days?”

“Sounds great”

--

“‘C'mon babe what's the dashed configuration of bromine?”

You didn't know, or maybe you did. It's not like that would matter considering the two fingers curling into your sweet spot. You could only focus on the way he rubbed your throbbing nub that sent sparks straight beach into your core.

“I-i I don’t- god, please, please, need to cum.” you were so close, Kuroo had already ripped two orgasms from you because you didn't know the answer, and you were going to scream if he did it again. “Please, wanna cum”

“No can do baby Owl, that’s the deal no cumming until you get the question.”

Bokuto.

You would have forgotten he was there if it weren't for his piercing gaze on Kuroo’s fingers drenched in your slick. Not once has it wavered from you, your silt to you tits up to your lips.

You had to try, he’ll stop. Somewhere in the back of your mind you know the answer, they know you know the answer. Somewhere else in your mind you think about how you got caught up in this in the first place.

How Kuroo was frustrated and told you the if you got another wrong answer he would fuck the right one into you. Or bokuto purposely mocking him that sent him further until his hands were pulling your panties down your legs stuffing two fingers in your cunt, saying how he won't stop until you get all the answers right.

“Two- e-eight- eight-teen- please please, si--six- NO seven, it’s seven. ‘M so close please”

Kuroo seemed pleased with your answer, his hands moving quickly around your bud and curling further into your g-spot as Bokuto makes his way around the table to where the two of you are seated.

Pulling the shirt above your head, Bokuto circles a nipple through the fabric of your bra commenting on how quickly it had pebbled, attaching his mouth to your other as Kuroo commanded you to cum around his relentless digits.

Clenching around his fingers you hadn't noticed a head of white and black hair moving towards your center. Coming off the high of your orgasm you felt Bokuto’s tongue spread your lips as his nose circled your clit.

“Oh, dude! You gotta taste ‘em! Like liquid gold, Man!”

You flushed further, if possible, tethering a hand into Bokuto's hair. Understanding the compliment Kuroo swiped a finger along your slick-covered thighs and let a mockingly loud moan fall between his lips.

As if you could be more embarrassed by the noises of Bokuto slurping whatever he could catch in his mouth, Kuroo’s coos of how red you look and how delicious you look, as the man under you eats as if it was his last meal.

Two hands grabbed your waist and lifted you off Bokuto, placing you back on your feet. Turing you toward the wall of windows and hand on your back bent you over the table surrounded by all of your notes.

“Look at that, she’s just gushing all over the place. All this over a chemistry lesson? Who knew I was teaching such a cockwhore this whole time.” a hand met your clit as Kuroo began to push into you, forcing you further into the table.

You heard a gasping moan as he bottomed out, glancing over to where Bokuto sat hand around the base of his cock, standing as Kuroo waved him over to you.

“I think you can fit two, right?” and just like that bokuto was forcing his way into your clenching walls. There was discomfort until a soft pop to which both the boys let out a sigh.

You feel so full. You didn't know who but one of them was brushing against your cervix. The first thrust came to you as a surprise, following with a second's rest before the two of them created a steady rhythm.

The faster they went the more apparent it was, they were using you like a fleshlight. You couldn't even speak as a cock hit right at your g-spot. Back arching you let out a series of small “ahs” much to Kuroo’s enjoyment.

“You fucking like this! Getting dicked where everyone can see. By two cocks no less!” he laughed pulling your head up from its place in your arms, making you have to look at your reflection in the glass.

“No-no I-” a smack to your ass stopped you from trying to defend what little dignity you had left. There was no defending as Bokuto leaned towards your ear, never breaking rhythm.

“No?,” he was practically snarling, “Then why the hell are you clenching our dicks so well, Baby Owl?”

As if he flipped a switch your world went dark as you clenched further on the two men as you came. Riding out your orgasm neither of them let up the pace as they jackhammered into your poor pussy.

Bokuto came first, with a loud groan of your name before he slumped into the chair he previously inhabited. Settling to watch as Kuroo pulled your chest up to meet your back to his chest. Rutting into you as his orgasm rapidly approaches.

If you weren't so sure this place was desolate you would be worried about someone hearing the slaps of your skin, or Kuroo’s final grunt as he filled you with his load, dropping you to lean on the table.

At least your next chemistry test was graded with a 21/25, you’re sure the two of them will love to hear about that.

#kuroo tetsurou #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #bokuto koutarou #bokuto x reader #bokuto smut #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #hq #hq smut #hq x reader #my brain went brrrrrrr #this is kinda all over the place #kinda bad but whatever

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19umbrellas · 5 years

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The Great Escape || Ben Hargreeves x Reader || Chapter 5

Description: After the death of your childhood sweetheart you began to have very gory and horrific nightmares that lead to your drug and alcohol problem. After your family found out, your sister admitted you to a rehabilitation facility you begin to see glimpses of your old lover walking about the hallway. Have the nightmares finally drove you insane or is your beloved Ben Hargreeves really back from the dead?

Read and find out uwu

Word Count: 1487

Index: uwu

CHAPTER 5

Gasping for air you quickly jolted up from your bed as shaky breathes escaped your lips. Your hands were shaking as you propped your elbow on your leg and you rested your head on your palm. Your eyes began to tear up again as the familiar feeling of fear and anxiety scourged through you whenever you would have these sort of nightmares. You tried your hardest to forget about what your brain just made you go through while you just hummed along to your favorite song.

After calming down a bit, you decide to head out, maybe go to the bathroom or the garden, anywhere as long as you can clear your head. You stood up and turned to grab your sweater on your headboard but then you saw something that made you scream.

There, on your bed, you saw yourself still lying down on the mattress with a peaceful look on your face.

"What the... " you whispered, unsure of what the actual fuck is going on. You stared at yourself, your chest rising and falling, at least your were still alive. You shook your head, this isn't the time to celebrate yet, you thought. This must be another nightmare, it must be. You've never experienced a dream like this before, however, so you had no idea what to do.

You tried to pinch yourself but it did nothing. How do you even know if this a dream, a thought suddenly popped into your brain but you quickly dismissed it, how exactly is this not a dream? You were pretty sure this was not something a person could just do. You didn't have any other explanation for this so you're sticking with the most logical answer. Nothing but a dream.

You looked to your roommates worriedly but you saw that they were all still there, sleeping on their beds. There's no blood, no screams, just snoring. You sighed in relief, perhaps this was better than your old nightmares.

You turned back to yourself, crouching down as you reached for your face. Your hand went through your head like it was nothing and your eyes went wide as you quickly retracted your arm in a panic. That's when you noticed a thin, red string tied to your wrist. Confused, your eyes trailed the red string until it reached out the door. You stood up and stared at the plastic rectangle anxiously. Slowly, you approached it and rested your hand on the knob before turning it.

The hallway was pitch black but red string was emitting it's own light making it clear as day. The red line kept going down the corridors until it disappeared into a corner. You told yourself to just close the door and stay in the safety of your own room but then you felt a soft tug from the string, beckoning you to come follow it. You stared at it for a moment before reluctantly following its trail. You were walking for a good 5 minutes or so, thankfully not seeing anything other than the red string, the trail stopped when you realized the the other end was tied to a figure hunched under a single lit wall light. He was leaning on the wall with his hands crossed, staring at the floor. His attire was entirely dark and the hood he wore prevented you from seeing his face. You felt the string tug again, more excitedly this time, and you walked closer to the man. You stopped at edge where light and darkness met and with a shaky voice you called out to him. "Excuse me." you said and he turned to your direction.

Ben felt shocked and confused when he heard a voice not too far away from him. He looked at the shadows and scanned for an outline but he couldn't see much in the dark. Suddenly, a girl walked into the light, she looked nervous and scared. Ben quickly pushed himself from the wall as he instantly recognized her. He stared directly stared at your face and you seemed to be looking up at him as well. Was she looking at me? He him mind raced. Could you actually see the phantom of Ben Hargreeves? Well, there's one way to find out. He inhaled in anticipation before breathing out your name "(y/n)?" he said and your eyes went wide.

"How did you..." before you could finish the man removed his hood and you gasped, covering your mouth as your eyes turned glossy. "Ben?" you asked, flabbergasted. Ben smiled wide and laughed, his eyes swelling with tears as he nodded his head. "Yeah, that's me."

Tears rolled down your cheeks and Ben cried too."Am I dreaming?" you asked as Ben closed the gap between you two. He gave you a smile that made your heart melt. "I hope not." he said but before he could place a hand on your cheek you were pulled back by a sudden force. The last thing you remember was Ben screaming your name before you were once again engulfed by the darkness.

When you regained consciousness you were standing in an alleyway with no recollection as to how you got there and why. You checked your surroundings and it seems like you instantly recognized the backdoor of bar you frequently went to. You just thought that perhaps you got a little too drunk and the bouncer had to kick you out again. You shrugged and you started to make your way home before anything else unexpected could happen. Just as you reached the edge you could leave the alleyway, you heard familiar metal clank of the door as the bouncer threw out an angry drunk into the streets, telling him to come back with some money. You realized you were staring and decided to leave and mind your own business but you couldn't find yourself to do so. Instead you just watched as the man stumble up onto his feet and drunkenly sway as he yelled at the top of his lungs.

He then noticed you staring at him and he shot you a sneer. "What are you looking at, pretty little lady?" he laughed darkly, "Wanna lollipop or something?" he walked up to you and your felt yourself reach into your pocket. Your eyes went wide when your hands wrapped around a pocket knife. You finally realized what was happening. You wanted to scream for him to leave you alone but your mouth was as heavy as steal.

Not again. Please. No. Not again.

As the man quickly approached you you pulled out your weapon and stabbed him on the throat. The sudden breach in his jugular rendered him shocked and unable to speak, leaving him open to more attacks. You Stabbed him again, and again, and again, and again on the stomach and let him fall to ground. The man gargled his own blood and you watched as his fingers twitch as life slowly exited his body.

You felt a large lump in your throat, you wanted to cry but no tears left your eyes. You crouched to his chest and ripped his shirt open with your knife before carving your name on it. Blood splattered on toyour horrified face as you continued run your knife on his flesh. Once you finished you felt yourself smile and laugh at the sight much to your horror. You got up and wiped the knife on his pants before hiding in your pocket once more. With that you slipped into the darkness, escaping the line of sight of the lady making a phone call on the other side of the street just in time before she turned around and screamed.

Ben poked his head through the door of your room and somewhat relieved when he saw you lying on your bed, sleeping as you hugged your pillow. He walked over to sit by your side and ran his fingers on your head but they just passed through. He sighed in dismay before getting up walking out. He thought back to the hallway, you two were barely an inch apart from each other and he swore he felt his arms brush yours before you disappeared.

Was that all just a cruel trick of my imagination, he thought solemnly. As he walked back to Klaus' room he suddenly thought about his brother. He thought since Klaus was able to conjure the dead, perhaps he also had the power bring them to the physical realm as well. He's already been clean for a week so that would explain why his powers suddenly amplified. The more sober Klaus gets them more he can do with his powers. The more he thought about this the faster he moved. If Ben was right about this he might have found a way for you two to be with each other again but first he had to talk to Klaus about his theory.

A.N.: Heyyy!

So, I’m back from the exam and, as promised, here is the next chapter. uwu. I wrote this on the bus home XD an elderly lady who was sitting next to me thought I was sending a really long text message.

BTW, HAPPY STAR WARS DAY! MAY THE FOURTH BE WITH YOU ❤❤

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@purple-alien-monkey @sweetkenzo @rougemme @padfootz-princess

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dboliklover · 6 years

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Q and A Session!

Thank you, everyone, for sending in your questions! We will now answer them! Italic is Mod Roza, while bolded is Mod Azusa! Everything is under the cut for those who would like to skip!

Question 1; HI! /can I ask how old you are?/how long have you had this blog?/do you have a favorite rp account(other than this one lol)?/how is school/work going? Thank you for all your hard work!!

Mod Roza; Hi! I’m fifteen, but my birthday is on the 17th of November, so I’ll be sixteen soon! We’ve had this blog for a few months now, but I forgot the exact date ^^’ No, I do not have a favourite RP or headcanon blog, but I do enjoy a handful of all types of different fandoms. I also do roleplays on my email, so if anyone would like to discuss a roleplay with me, please PM me on my personal blog: Daughter_of_the_gods Or click here! As for school, it’s good. I’m hella busy though! I have my mock GCSE’s starting next weeks until the second week of December so I won’t be able to post for a while unless it’s announcements! Sorry! And thank you! We appreciate it, and we appreciate all of you! <3 Mod Azusa; Hello! Let’s just say I’m older than fourteen but less than twenty :’)My birthday is the 14th of January! Like Roza said, we’ve had this blog for a few months now. I’m sure if one of us looked back in our private messages we could find the exact date. I’m pretty sure it was before school started though!Hmm. I don’t exactly have a favourite rp account, but I do have one of my own! I rp either through discord or via email, so feel free to send me a message on my personal (naiis-blr) if it interests you! School is going pretty well! All of my class averages are at 70%+, which is great! I have final exams for this semester in January though ;~; Question 2; Can I ask both Mods, what encourages you to start writing a prompt/scenario? Like do you pick ones that interests you the most?

Mod Roza; Hmm, what encourages me? Well, usually what’s been in the ask the longest! But if I’m having writer’s block, I’d choose something easier for me to do, and eventually come back to the other one after I’ve gotten more ideas!I especially love the more unusual ones! Mod Azusa; A good question! I tend to start with ones that have been in the ask box for the longest, or ones that I know I’ll be able to power through and get out straight away! If there’s none that interest me, I pick a random one and work through it. All of the asks that follow the rules get answered; no matter how much we don’t want to do them!

Question 3; This is an ask for both of mods!! What are some of your favorite bands/singers? Mod Roza; Hmm, I love ALL kinds of music (Except for dubstep and heavy metal) Here’s some of my favourite bands and singers though!

-Lauren Aquilina

-Vocaloid

-BTS (Kpop)

-VIXX (Kpop)

-Jula (Polish singer

-)Ed Sheeran

-Anna Jantar (Polish singer)

Feel free to PM me on my Personal blog if you’d like to discuss more music with me!:

Mod Azusa;

I really love anything country and to do with vocaloid! I love songs like Dark Wood Circus and The Servant of Evil series. Some of my favourite country songs are Love me Like You Do, Canadian Girls and Being Down The House!

Question 4; This is a question for both mods again if its alright!!! What are your favorite diabois?

Mod Roza;

I’m a 110% a slut for three of them. I call them my “Unholy trio” THis consists of Ruki, Kou and Subaru. These three are my weakness and I cannot choose between them. I love them all. So my “favourite” is the whole unholy trio.

Mod Azusa;

Ruki is my favourite diaboy

fight me. Question 4; this is a question for both mods, What made you guys start wanting to write for dialovers? and did you guys make this blog together or one of you just ended up joining it after a while lmao

Mod Roza;

It was a joined thing! If I recall correctly, Mod Azusa wanted to make a DBL blog (After I successfully dragged her down to DiaHell, y’all are welcome for the fact I converted Mod A into one of us and added such a talented writer as them into our DiaHell ranks XD) but after I suggested having a headcanon blog, and we agreed to do it together from the beginning! It was super difficult to get noticed in the Community at the start, but now we’ve E X P LO D E D Please Keep in mind I have a horrible memory and Mod Azusa most likely remembers it better than I.

Mod Azusa;

I had originally started this blog as a fan blog! After talking with Mod Roza, we both decided to turn it into a headcanon blog. It’s a good way to get writing skills while doing something you enjoy!

Question 5; ask for both mods, what's your favorite disney movie?

Mod Roza; My favourite Disney movie? That’s a hard one! Hm, I gotta say I like Mulan a lot, because she’s badass, but then again I also adore Tangled, too! Mod Azusa; Favourite movie hands down is Aladdin. Jasmine is best princess 10/10 .

Question 6; ask for both mods, do you have any pets? if so explain their personality? Thanks

Mod Roza; Yesssssssssssssssssssss My baby Tiger. (He’s a cat called Tiger and NOT an actual Tiger (Low-key wish he was tho)) Tiger is a huuuuge cat that I’m pretty sure is as big as an actual big-cat cub and he’s fluffy af and a huge asshole but he’s the most lovable asshole ever. He is very cuddly when he feels like it, but he drools a lot and recently he started cuddling my head and licked my eye which was G R O S S. But I love him so much and he’s my precious child. Mod Azusa; Hey! I used to have two pets; a German Shepard husky mix and a calico cat. My dog’s name was Elvis and my cat’s name was Tails ^^. We sadly had to put them both down due to various illnesses, but I was able to be with them for about nine years or so. Question 7; for both mods, what was the first thing you guys ever wrote? do you think its good and is it still online or in a notebook? Lmaooo- Mod Roza; I mean, i was probably like, 3 when I first wrote something?? But I think you mean what’s the first /original/ thing I have written, and I will tell you that yes, I still have it and unfortunately yes, it’s online. It’s the cringiest thing ever and I hate how awful 12-year-old-me was at writing. If anyone is wondering I wrote “jelsa” fanfics. Jelsa being the ship for Jack Frost and Elsa. Are you cringing yet? XD Mod Azusa; Oh man. The first thing I ever /actually/ wrote was an attack on titan fanfiction about two years ago. I still have it on my google drive, and it makes me cringe to even look at it. It was a summer project that I was writing with an online friend- we never did finish it, but I read it over every once in awhile to see how much I’ve grown as a writer. Question 8; nyello, i wanna ask both of yees, Which dialovers boy(or boys) do you have the hardest time writing for? ty Mod Roza; Reiji. Without a doubt I can’t do that King of Savageness. He’s soo hard to write for I literally DIE whenever I write him. As for Mukami’s, Yuma is hardest to do for me. Mod Azusa; I think the hardest diaboy for me personally to write is probably Yuma. He’s a very hard character to nail, and I’ve spent quite some time browsing and replaying the games just to get another look at his quite abstract personality. I do try my best to keep him as in character and realistic as possible! Question 9; hi! sorry if this has been asked before, what made you guys interested in diabolik lovers? like how did you find out about it? (this is a question for both mods btw!) Mod Roza; Oooooh Gods….I’ve been in DiaHell for YEARS. Like, I don’t even remember HOW I got into this hell. But Here I am~Tbh I think I google something like “Romance animes” or “Supernatural animes” and found a list and it caught my eye??? Idk anymore RIp.((I got Mod Azusa into DBL y’all are welcome. Like Otome is the thing me and her originally linked and connected to and now we’re great friends b/c of otome.)) Mod Azusa; I originally got into diabolik lovers because of Mod Roza! She introduced me to it, so I have her to thank for bringing me into the community. I have a great love for otome games, and so I began playing the diabolik lovers series shortly after watching the anime. Roza and I watched it together, and there were quite a few… choice words exchanged on my part towards anime!yui. Question 10; i have an ask for both mods XD, whats the creepiest thing thats ever happened to you? Mod Roza; Gods, where do I begin? I guess the time when (TRIGGER WARNING: Hitting on underage girls) I was at my uncle’s name-day party ((Slavic thing)), and there was this guy in his mid 30’s there, he seemed pretty cool at first, until he tried to hit on me later in the night, when I had admittedly a little too much to drink (It was a family party.) and I was tipsy, he danced w/ me (Which isn’t considered creepy in Slavic countries, but he danced w/ me in a slow, romantic manner and it was V uncomfortable!) And the straw was when he kissed me neck and called me his “little lady” I pushed him the fuck away and sat on the stairs, too scared to tell anyone and i felt V disgusted and filthy.He ended up w/ my Uncle beating the SHIT outta him though, and he ran the fuck out the house after that. But it to this day scarred me. Mod Azusa; ooo. I don’t tend to have creepy things happen to be very often (i’ve gotten used to quite a bit of it). I can’t recall exactly a time when I’ve been creeped out, but things that go bump in the night can cause uneasiness. I get frightened more often than creeped out. Thank you all so much! I hope you enjoyed this Question and Answer session! We hope to do more of these in the future. Have a great day everyone!

#question and answer #q and a #thanks for 300!!#love you all #please continue to support us

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fangirl--of-everything · 7 years

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The One With The Dragon (Jeff Atkins x reader)

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word count: ~3,410

Request: anon- this sounds weird but I love dragons and I love jeff so could you write something about jeff and dragons? love your writing btw :))

Warnings: mild bullying, badass reader, Jeff being perfect in every way, descriptions of art even though I know absolutely nothing about it, Bryce is in it really briefly, I think that’s it.

A/N. This fic has become notorious in my friend group as The Dragon Fic. My girlfriends are very invested in this one, and are really disappointed that Jeff doesn’t turn into a dragon at the end and fly away. I’m sorry to disappoint guys. Despite the lack of Dragon-Jeff, please try to enjoy :)

The landscape covering the canvas was impressive by anyone’s standards; a great, sweeping expanse of land, on which the bodies of fallen soldiers were scattered. Smoke curled from the dying fires, and the sun cast a hazy glow upon the scene. The colours shone with vivid brilliance, the image so clear, so real that the scent of smoke clung to it. Still, it was the centrepiece that dazzled the eye. A dragon, pure silver and shining, it’s long neck arched as it spread it’s mighty wings, roaring into the sky a jet of blue flames.

The beast was massive, forty feet tall, its scales serrated and rippling. The colour grew softer as the eye moved towards the great snake’s belly. There the scales were rounded and almost soft. It’s wing span was almost double it’s height, and their great shadow almost covered the canvas. It’s teeth, long and black, shone like Onyx, and it’s one eye was gold, molten and burning. In the space where it’s other eye used to rest was a jagged scar leading to a gaping wound, blue light burning from deep within the socket. It was a masterpiece.

Of course no one at Liberty High appreciated it. It hung in the art room, the work of nine months and too many hours, and all (y/n) got as recognition of it’s creation was ridicule.

She tried not to let it bother her, the way her classmates jeered, calling her the dragon girl or fantasy freak, but their words hurt. Still, she surrounded herself with other artists, appreciating each other’s work and painting for each other shields against the sharp swords of their classmates’ tongues. She let the cruel words of the jocks and the cheerleaders roll off her own set of scales, which she wore in the form of metal rings and a large dragon tattoo that twined around the entire length of her left arm. It’s tail stretched across her chest to curl around her heart, and it’s long body spiralled down her arm. It’s open mouth was positioned so that when she drew or painted her creations poured from it’s mouth like artistic fire. She was extremely proud of it, even though no one else appreciated it’s beauty. The same way they failed to appreciate her other dragons.

Today was the day she got to bring her masterpiece to it’s new home. The school arts department was running an exhibition across town, where arts students could get scholarships and showcase the pieces they had been working on all year. Everything else she had was already set up, and all she needed now was for Skye to help her get this beautiful monstrosity into one of the volunteer cars and she would be good to go.

She had waited to go last because the piece was so big, and the rest of her work was already set up. Her friends were all already there, making sure their exhibits and hers were ready for tomorrow’s grand opening, and Skye was on her way to give (y/n) a hand. Or at least she was supposed to be, but she was about ten minutes late.

“Hey, what’s taking so-- Holy fuck.”

(Y/n) jumped, spinning around to see Jeff Atkins standing in the doorway of the art room, staring at her painting with wide eyes. She tensed, waiting for the criticism. The jocks were never very happy to have to share the spotlight with arts kids. But, much to her surprise, he just looked at her painting in awe.

“That’s fucking awesome! Did you seriously paint that?” He asked, stepping into the room.

She shrugged. “Well I didn’t trace it, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

He chuckled, shooting her a friendly smile. “Yeah I guess you didn’t did you? Holy crap, this thing is amazing.” He reached forward, eyes shining.

“No don’t!” (Y/n) jumped forward, pulling his hand down before he could touch the canvas. He looked at her, dark eyebrows raised, and she let go of his wrist, running her tattooed hand through her hair. “Just- just don’t touch it okay? It took nine months to get it to look this good.”

“Alright.” he nodded, taking a healthy step back. “It’s really good though. Like, I knew you were talented, but this,” he gestured to the painting, “this is awesome.”

“Thank you.” She smiled, trying to apologize for grabbing him without actually apologizing. “I’m pretty proud of it. It’s definitely the best thing I’ve ever painted.”

“Well yeah, I mean look at it it’s fucking fantastic.” Jeff looked at her then, and his face shifted slightly. She tensed, waiting for the cruel words or mean glare, but he just cleared his throat and ran his hand through the fluffy top of his hair. “Uh, Skye got caught up at the exhibit. Something with a naked woman and her buttons, I don’t,” he shrugged. “But anyway, I’m supposed to help you get this into the truck and then take you both to the exhibit.”

(Y/n) bit the inside of her cheek nervously. This painting was her life, and she didn’t trust just anyone to touch it. Skye she trusted not to damage it, but Jeff? True, he was one of the nicest seniors at Liberty High, and a jock to boot, but considering the rest of the male population that wasn’t really saying much. And she’d had trouble with older boys and her art before.

Jeff studied her, seeing the hesitation flash across her face, and tried to be reassuring. “Look, I may not know a lot about art, but I’m strong.” He flexed playfully, making his henley strain against his arms and chest, and (y/n) relaxed slightly, chuckling. He considered that a success. “If you want to wrap this up or whatever I can carry it, and you can get the doors. Sound good?”

She nodded, this time biting her cheek to keep in a smile. She was really pretty when she smiled. He had always thought she was pretty even when she wasn’t smiling, but when she was… wow. if he were in any way artistically inclined he would be tempted to draw a smile like that.

“What?” He asked, sensing that she was laughing at him. He was used to the reaction from when he attempted to participate in history class. “What did I say?”

“Nothing.” She shook her head. “It’s just that this painting is almost as big as you and there’s no way you’re gonna be able to carry it by yourself.”

“Hey!” He protested, clutching his chest in fake offense. “I am wounded (y/n). Do you not trust me with your dragon?”

“I don’t trust anyone with my dragon. This thing is my baby. We’re gonna put it on a trolley.”

He opened his mouth to protest, because what was the point of spending seven hours a week in the gym if he couldn’t even lift a piece of paper and some wood, but she waved away his protest. “Oh hold on to your male pride. You can still push the trolley.”

He laughed, surprised by her snark. She was usually more quiet, although to be fair that may have been because he always saw her with Skye, who was rather loud. “Alright.” He surrendered. “How do you wanna do this?”

She explained how to wrap the canvas, and they got it covered. It pleased Jeff to notice that he had to do most of the work, because her arms weren’t long enough. The canvas was massive, as wide as (y/n) was tall, and half as tall as that as well. The two of them were able to get it onto a massive trolley to roll it out of the school, which (y/n) gestured for Jeff to steer while she went to get the first door.

“So,” he asked, grunting as the heavy cart resisted his first attempt to push it. She smirked at him, biting her cheek to keep from laughing, and he rolled his eyes. “So, why the dragon?”

Her smile fell immediately. “Haha, very funny.”

“No I’m serious.” He said, watching her face close off. “I know you like dragons, everyone knows that, but I was wondering why. I’m not judging, I swear, I think they’re really cool too.”

She eyed him suspiciously as he pushed the heavy cart through the first door. Finally she sighed, running her tattoo wrapped hand through her hair again. “I just got really into them when I was a kid. Some people like Star Wars, or Lord of the Rings or superheroes, I like dragons.” She looked up to see Jeff watching her expectantly, waiting for more. She sighed. “My dad is a writer. He’s working on this fantasy book, and so I draw dragons for him and he uses the illustrations in his novel. Every couple months when I go visit him I bring him a big bundle of drawing and he shows me what he’s written since I was there last.” It was a nice story, but she spat the words at him quickly, keeping her eyes on the corner of the trolley.

“That’s really cool.” Jeff nodded, looking at her. “My dad is the reason I got into baseball.”

She smiled slowly as she realized he wasn’t about to make fun of her. “Really?”

He nodded. “Yeah, when I was little my dad brought me to the batting cages for the first time. I cried when he threw the ball at me.”

She laughed, the sound warm. Jeff tried not to move closer to her, to avoid ramming into her with the massive trolley. “My dad’s books actually come from these bedtime stories he used to tell me. I think he really started getting into dragons when I did, and it became something we did together you know?”

“Yeah.” Jeff nodded again. “My dad’s pretty busy with work, but we try to talk about baseball and watch the games together whenever we get the chance.”

“That’s nice.” She nodded, moving ahead to open the main doors. “I love when I get to spend time with my dad, we--”

“Hey Atkins!”

Both of them looked up, jumping in surprise as Bryce and Monty running over, each of them throwing an arm around his shoulders. (Y/n) tensed immediately, eyes widening as Monty shoved Jeff playfully. The trolley rocked, and she squeezed her eyes shut. If Monty shoved Jeff again she was gonna punch his stupid pretty face. Jeff laughed as Bryce pounded on his back, but then his eyes fell on (y/n). Her hands were clenched into fists, and she was white as the guys roughhoused around her painting. He shoved Bryce off, then twisted so he could push Monty away from the trolley.

“What are you guys doing here?” Jeff asked, shifting subtly to position himself in front of the painting. He looked over his shoulder at her, flashing her a reassuring smile. She breathed a sigh of relief, visibly relaxing, and his stomach flipped.

“We came to spring you from this stupid art shit man.” Monty laughed. “What the fuck’s taking so long anyway?”

Jeff looked over his shoulder again, to see (y/n) tense, arms crossed. She was clearly preparing for a confrontation. And it looked like she was going to get one, the way Monty’s eyes widened as he looked at her. “Oh, hey you’re hanging with the fantasy freak?”

She laughed sarcastically. “Oh wow, you can string together words that start with same letter. You’re so smart Monty.”

Jeff snorted, but it died quickly when Monty sneered. “Well at least I’m not a psycho obsessed with lizards.”

“Aha.” she rolled her weight onto her back leg and arched an eyebrow. “You were pretty obsessed with this lizard at Kate’s party last year. I’m pretty sure I remember you saying something about how cool it would be to have my dragon’s jaws wrapped around your--”

“Shut up!” Monty snapped, face going red with quick anger. “You’re such a stupid fucking bitch you know that?”

She shrugged, narrowing her eyes. “Hey, maybe I am. But I didn’t try to get the dragon freak to roar for me when I--”

“Shut the fuck up!” Monty lunged forward, and Jeff got in his way, puffing his chest and making himself bigger. He knew what Monty’s anger could be like, and as badass as (y/n)’s tattoo was, he was pretty sure an ink dragon wasn't gonna do much against Monty’s fist.

“Hey man!” Jeff shoved Monty back forcefully. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Monty lunged forward again. “That bitch doesn’t know what she’s--”

“Hey!” Jeff pushed him again, harder this time, and Bryce grabbed the other boy’s arm to keep him back. “You need to back off dude. Right now.”

“Why?” Monty sneered. “Because the dragon freak’s worried I’ll fuck up her doodles?” He shoved Jeff, and while the older boy was expecting it he still stumbled back a step. The trolley rolled back and her precious painting wobbled.

“Alright that’s it you fucking cock!” (Y/n) shouted.

She moved fast, and before Jeff could stop her Monty was stumbling back, his nose bloody from her fist slamming into his face. For a beat everything was silent, Jeff and Bryce staring at each other, mouths hanging open. Then everything went to shit. Monty lunged forward, grabbing for (y/n), and she punched him again. Jeff hooked an arm around (y/n)’s waist, hoisting her up and dragging her back kicking and struggling against his grip. Bryce forced Monty into a headlock to keep him from jumping forward. Jeff dragged (y/n) a safe distance away, taking an elbow to the side of the head before she was calm enough to be set back on her feet. Even still, he kept one arm around her waist, the other around her chest.

“You stupid fucking--” Monty growled, spitting blood and trying to throw Bryce off of him.

Jeff stumbled forward a step when (y/n) bucked against him, and he had to dig in his feet to keep her from lunging for Monty’s throat. “Monty back the hell off.” Jeff said through his teeth. He sucked in a breath as she elbowed him in the gut. “Fuck (y/n) stop!”

“Seriously bro.” Bryce tried to tug Monty back a step, but the smaller boy resisted. “Dude she’s not worth it.”

Monty was still pissed, shaking in Bryce’s grip. “But she’s a--”

“Back. The. Fuck. Off.” Jeff growled, narrowing his eyes. He was officially done with Monty talking shit. “Or Bryce is gonna help me hold you down while she beats the shit out of you.”

Monty looked like he was seriously considering punching a woman, which of course would mean Jeff would have to kill him, but Bryce was able to say something to him that made him calm down just enough that the bigger boy could drag him away. He shot Jeff a sympathetic look over his shoulder, and Jeff bristled, eyes narrowing as his arms tightened around (y/n). He kept a firm grip on her until the two baseball players were out of sight. When he finally let her go she spun out of his grip, eyes immediately landing on her painting, which was intact. Thank god.

(Y/n)’s eyes widened as it set in that she had just punched Montgomery in the face. She looked down at her fist, her knuckles bloody and already bruising. “Ow.”

Jeff laughed sharply. “Yeah ow. You just punched a guy with crazy anger management issues in the face. What the hell were you thinking?”

“He almost destroyed nine months of work!” Her voice was shrill, and she crossed her arms defensively.

“If me and Bryce hadn’t been here he could have destroyed your face.” Jeff shot back, realizing how stupid that sounded as soon as the words left his mouth. (Y/n)’s eyebrows rose, and she covered her mouth with her hand to stifle her laughter.

“I’m serious.” Jeff protested, taking a step closer. “What if me and Bryce weren’t here? Monty could have really hurt you.”

“I know.” She nodded, still giggling. “Because- because I punched Monty in the face.” She snorted, shoulders shaking with the force of her laughter. “I actually- I punched that jackass in the face.” She doubled over, wiping her eyes. “Oh my god what the fuck was I thinking?”

Jeff tried to resist, but her laughter was contagious, and he found himself chuckling too. “It was pretty badass.” He agreed, snickering as he thought about the look on Monty’s face right after she broke his nose. “It was pretty fucking awesome actually.”

“Yeah it was!” She grinned, holding up her hand. She winced as she flexed her fingers, looking down at the bruises along her knuckles.

“What?” Jeff asked, still chuckling.

She shrugged sheepishly. “I didn’t realize it was gonna hurt so much.”

Their eyes met, and they both started laughing again, laughing so hard they had to sit down on the curb until the fit subsided. As soon as one of them would calm down enough to look at the other, their eyes would meet and the laughter would start again. (Y/n) wiped her eyes, leaning her head against his shoulder, and he struggled to catch his breath.

“The look on his face--” She snorted.

“And did you see Bryce?” Jeff asked, wiping his eyes.

The laughter began again, (y/n) almost hiccuping. “Oh my god I’m gonna pee!”

Eventually Jeff was in enough control to get back to his feet, and he loaded the painting into the back of the truck while (y/n) watched, still giggling softly. He looked at her, breath hitching as he tried to hold back more laughter, and he held out his hand. “Come on, let’s get your art to the exhibit and then put some ice on that hand.”

She watched him cautiously, eyes flicking between his hand and his face. “What are you doing?”

He arched an eyebrow. “Helping you up?”

She blinked at him. “Um, okay.” She grabbed his hand, letting him pull her to her feet.

“Alright, let me look at your knuckles.” Jeff held out his other hand, and she gave him her left hand, wincing as she spread her fingers. He was able to see the bruising around her first two knuckles, disappearing beneath the dark ink of her tattoo, but considering she had just punched a guy it wasn’t too bad.

“You’re pretty lucky, I don’t think you broke anything.” He said, running his thumb over her knuckles.

She scoffed, and he looked up to see her rolling her eyes. “Of course I didn’t break anything. I know how to punch.”

“Oh I’m sorry.” He huffed sarcastically. “I didn’t think you made a habit of punching guys in the face.”

She rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean. It hurts like a bitch but I’m sure it’s fine.”

He nodded. “We should probably ice it, but it’ll be fine.”

“We?” She asked, eyebrows raising.

“Yeah.” Jeff nodded. “I’m sorry but I can’t trust you not to punch another guy if I leave you alone. So we’re gonna drop off your stuff, and then we’re going to go to Licks and ice your hand, and you’re gonna tell me more about this awesome tattoo.” He slid his thumb up her wrist along the dark ink.

She blinked at him in surprise, eyebrows drawing together as she looked at him. “You want to go get ice cream with me?”

He nodded. “Of course I do. You punched Monty in the face, I gotta know how you did it. I've been wanted to punch him for years. Plus,” he rubbed the back of his neck, “I think you’re kinda cool.”

Her mouth hung open, and he laughed softly, taking her sore hand in his gently. “Come on dragon girl, let’s go.”

“Don’t call me that.”

He looked down to see her looking at him, eyes wide and vulnerable. He hadn’t realized that he’d said it, and he rubbed his thumb over her knuckles in apology. “I’m sorry (yn). But if it makes you feel any better, I really do think dragons are awesome.”

She rolled her eyes. “Sure you do. I’m onto you Atkins, I know you’re just trying to butter me up so I’ll share my ice cream with you.”

“Damn!” He laughed. “You’re right, you caught me.”

“Yeah I did.” She nodded, smiling knowingly. “But you opened the floodgates, so now you’re gonna spend the entire date listening to me talk about my dad’s book.”

“Sounds good,” Jeff grinned. He was totally gonna kiss her later. Dragons were fucking awesome, he’d always thought so, and so was she. A fierce, beautiful dragon in girl’s skin. His only regret was that it had taken him so long to realize it.

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theyoungest-weasley · 7 years

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James Potter Imagine 2

Request: Could you do a James x reader where they are having a prank wars but OMG they're so romantic but also hate each other at the same time if ya know what I mean?! Love you and your blog btw❤️✨:)

so I’m super exited to write this!! its such a good idea I can’t wait!

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You crouched down behind the suit of armor in the hall, waiting to hear that asshole James Potter’s voice. You had set up stink bombs to go off when you said a simple spell with your wand. Not only that, but James would also be covered with bright pink paint, that would hopefully dye his hair.

“I’m telling you, Padfoot,” you heard James’s voice, “She’s so bloody annoying!”

“Mhmmm,” You heard Sirius respond skeptically, “Just last night you said she was hot.”

“Well, I never said that, but maybe you should have taken me to Madam Pomfrey! Clearly I was having some sort of nervous breakdow-”

With a flick of your wand James and Sirius were covered head to toe in foul smelling pink goo.

James took off his glasses to show two perfectly circle untouched area’s of skin around his eyes, which made you howl with laughter.

Sirius was attempting to pull the goo out of his hair, devastated.

“I can’t see!” Sirius complained.

“Y/n!” James shouted, fuming in your direction.

You were doubled over in laughter, “Oh my- I’m so- this is just too funny!” James began stomping towards you, leaving pink footprints in his path.

“Good luck getting that out of your hair!” You yelled over your shoulder as you ran away from James and his confused friend.

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James marched into the Great Hall with pink hair the next morning, making you snort with laughter, failing miserably to hide it.

James sat next to you and glared at you.

You only giggled, “Have you done something new with your hair, James?”

“Ha ha,” He responded sarcastically, getting closer to your face.

You felt butterflies in your stomach, it’s only because I hate him so much, not because he’s attractive or anything, you attempted (and failed) to convince yourself.

There was a pause and you could’ve sworn James glanced at your lips for a moment.

He looked back up at your eyes.

“Just you wait, Y/n. You won’t know what hit you.”

He got up to leave and you suddenly had a moment of confidence. You stood up with him and looked straight into his anger glistened eyes, but.. there was also something else there.... lust? No...

You shook the feeling and moved along, “Do tell me, James,” you said with very smug mock concern, “where’s Sirius?”

James’s confidence faltered, “T-That’s none of your business. Why? Do you... care about him or something?” James finished quickly.

You scoffed and put your face even closer to his, “No, my guess is just that poor little Padfoot was too scared to leave his dormitory with pink hair.”

James fumed even more, getting even closer to your face, “Padfoot can do whatever he wants, he just wasn’t hungry this morning.”

“Sure,” you smiled falsely, sitting down as James began to clam down and start to walk away

“Just,” you waited for James to turn around, “tell him I’m sure he looks ravishing.”

You saw James’s fists clench as he stormed out of the Great Hall. You let out a short breath and looked over at your friends, who were smirking at you.

“What?” for some reason you blushed.

Y/f/n looked back and forth between you and the door, “This little charade is cute to watch, but we all know you are head over heels for James.”

You mouth fell opened and for some reason you blushed harder, becoming flustered, “N-no... No! There is no way I could ever like... him. I mean, he’s... annoying! Um...” you blushed as you struggled to think of things. On any other day you could make a list of 101 reasons why James Potter is a self-absorbed prat, but right now, you were a stuttering mess.

“Sure,” y/f/n smirked.

“I don’t... like him,” you mumbled to yourself, standing up from the table and walking out the doors of the Great Hall.

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“I’m telling you, Padfoot, shes-”

“- So bloody annoying, we know!” Sirius rolled his eyes as he straightened his beanie.

“I think she seems nice,” Peter interjected, “She helped out with my charms homework one time.”

James shot Peter an angry look and pointed to his hair, “Does this seem nice?”

Peter looked at the ground.

“What in Merlin’s name are you doing?” Remus had arrived at the Gryffindor common room to see James standing in the middle of Peter and Sirius filling a metal bucket with water.

“I’m,” James said confidently, “going to get y/n back for messing with me and Sirius.”

“This is such a stupid idea,” Remus sighed.

“Whatever,” James was almost done filling up the bucked.

“Don’t you think it’s a little odd how much time you’ve invested into thinking about Y/n? I mean, you’re always talking about her,” Peter asked.

“That’s because she makes me angry,” he responded, talking to Peter as though he was a child.

“Are you sure,” Remus said cautiously, “you don’t... like her?”

“W-what?” James said, a blush appearing on his cheeks, “That. Is. Ridiculous. I could never like her! Sure, she’s kinda hot, and good at playing pranks, and funny, and smart,” he looked up at his friends, who were now on the verge of laughing. He blushed harder, “But that’s not the point! She’s the worst!”

“Sure, Prongs,” Sirius rolled his eyes once more.

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You wiped the tears off of your eyes, trying you best to stay calm and collected.

You looked down at the crumpled paper in your hand. You couldn’t do this anymore.

Your pureblood family had officially disowned you, sending a letter to let you know that for Christmas break (which was only a week away) you wouldn’t have any home to go home to, and basically said ‘good luck with finding a place to stay over the summer, blood traitor.’ After making tons of Gryffindor friends, you parents had warned you to fall in with the right crowd, perhaps hand out with Regulus Black. You ignored their warnings and began pointing out their racists comments and ideals at home. After years of defending muggle-borns, half bloods, and ‘blood traitors,’ they had finally decided that you weren’t a member of their family.

You looked up at the Fat Lady, she didn’t even ask you for the password, just giving you a ‘I’m sorry, dear,’ and letting you in. Immediately you were covered in water, charmed with some sort of spell to make you slip every time you got back up. You heard James’s laughter and looked up from where you were sitting on the ground.

“I told you not to mess with me, Y/n!”

You remained silent and held up the soaking parchment, black ink running off the paper.

The last time you would ever hear from your family, and it was ruined.

You felt your voice crack and you began to sob. Hugging the letter close to your body you cried the hardest you ever had in your life.

“Y-yn?” James seemed worried now, “I-it was only a joke I never meant to hurt you feelings I swear, I’m so sorry,” he said genuinely.

You heard Remus mutter a spell under his breath and the water slid off your face and clothes and back into the bucket, leaving you perfectly dry. You felt a glimmer of hope and looked at the letter again. It was dry, but all that was left of the writing was black blobs. You put a hand over your mouth and stared at the letter, tears streaming down your face but no longer sobbing, this was it. Your parents were done with you, and you knew it was all your fault. Id only you had just done what they asked... you might still have a family.

“Y/n..” James said quietly and he slowly sat down on the ground next to you, “What’s wrong?”

You honestly didn’t care who it was anymore, you just needed someone there. You turned and put your head in James’s chest and he slowly wrapped his arms around you, still confused.

“T-they don’t want me anymore,” your muffled voice said.

“Who?”

You ripped away from James, standing up and waving the letter around, tears running down your cheeks and almost in hysterics.

“My fucking parents! My whole fucking family! I got fucking disowned!” You heard yourself laugh, “I got fucking disowned! How funny is that? They sent me a letter and said ‘good luck out there! We don’t fucking want you anymore!’ And now,” you stopped laughing and your voice quieted, you looking at the parchment in your hand, “The last letter I have from them is destroyed.”

James rushed over to you and pulled you into a hug, “I’m so sorry, y/n.”

You cried silently into his chest and the two of you slowly sat down on the ground. Eventually you looked up at him to see he was crying as well.

“James,” you laughed a little, in spite of everything wrong with your life, “Why are you crying? My family didn’t disown you,” you were able to joke.

You wiped a tear from his cheek and he smiled back, breaking your heart, “Because you’re crying.”

“So?”

“I don’t like to see you cry.”

“Why is that?” You whispered back after a short pause.

“Because you deserve to be happy,” he responded in the same whisper.

“Do you know what makes me happy?” You asked, feeling confident in his arms.

James simply shook his head.

“You.”

James closed the gap between the two of you and you ran a hand through his hair.

You pulled apart after a few moments, both of your eyes red and puffy from crying.

“You know what?” James said excitedly, “You can come stay with my family for Christmas! My parents will love you!”

You laughed at his excitement and looked up at him, “Can you believe you hated me just a few days ago?”

James blushed, “i never hated you. Love is shockingly easily mistaken for hate.”

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whifferdills · 7 years

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the other day at work i was sent to Next Door for chicken thighs. we share a bunch of equipment, including a freezer. so, chicken thighs. phrased like, ‘here is where the chicken is, go get it’. so i get there, and i’m like, ‘i’m here for chicken???’ since i’m real bad at marshaling at what comes out of my mouth under the best of circumstances, let alone a kitchen i don’t know that is Sensory Overload 3000. everything is loud and on fire and there is so much of it, yknow?

their sous, who is deeply easy-going, leads me back to their walk-in, and through to the freezer. the instructions i had carefully saved in my head were ‘it’s on the LEFT SIDE in a PLASTIC CONTAINER’. me and the sous looking around cause neither of us has a fuck of a clue about this chicken. we find it on the right side, in a full metal hotel pan. like, this is a dickload of chicken thighs.

“how much chicken does chef need?” sous asks.

fuck, man, idk. and i can’t go back and ask, right? my brain, having carried the full 2 thoughts it is capable of over moderate distances, is just like, aiight, nevermind, deuces. “i don’t have that information,” i said.

“fuckin chef,” he says. we share a moment, bc fuckin chef, right?

“i’ll just take all of it and bring back what we don’t need,” i said.

okay. so i take the hotel pan full of chicken. it’s metal, from the freezer, so it’s absolute tits-off cold, and it’s about as heavy as anything i’ve ever not wanted to pick up. and the chicken packets are piled up over the rim so it’s, yknow, precarious. whatever. i got this. i’m fuckin, chanting to myself, don’t-drop-the-fuckin-chicken, just-one-more-step. my hands are going numb from the cold.

this is a busy street, btw. like people are watching this. me and my short ass and all this fuckin chicken.

i make it to the front door of where i work, ten years later. it opens outwards and there’s a knob, so i try to balance the hotel pan against the wall one-handed and open the door. this does not work. chicken’s all sliding around, falling off, i start kind of slo-mo crumpling to the ground trying to catch them. people are watching me through the windows. someone has to come open the door for me.

“you ok? need help?”

FUCK no i GOT THIS. “fuckin. chicken. frozen-ass fuckin. chickfuck,” i say, stumbling into the restaurant.

so i get the chicken into the kitchen and slam it down onto the prep table, panting and flapping my hands around to get the circulation back.

“aw, honey,” chef says. “i just needed one packet.”

“my bad,” i wheeze, handing her the packet. smiling like a fuckin loon bc, idk how else to process this. “i’m ok no worries it’s just real cold. i’ll go bring the rest back.”

“use towels,” she gently suggests. “so it won’t be so cold.”

my brain at this point is flipping me the bird and kickflipping its skateboard as it vanishes into the sunset and this whole ‘you don’t need to directly touch the painful thing’ is a fuckin revelation. anyway. i take the chicken out of the kitchen, and through the restaurant, onto the street and back into Next Door. through the hallway, second hallway, into their kitchen. my arms are made out of jello.

“HHHAAAUUUGH,” i say. “whoops, too much chicken. where?”

their sous is looking at me like, this poor dumbfuck, lmao. but he’s a good guy and very kind and he leads me back to their walk-in and to the freezer. i keep thanking him. like, every step of the way, every minor thing he does. thanks dude. i drop the pan of chicken onto the floor right before my skeleton explodes from my body.

“thanks again, dude,” i say, wobbling and gasping for air. i knock over a stack of pans as i leave the fridge. it’s loud, everything is everywhere. i keep wobbling away. “you need help with - no? ok. thanks, dude. have a good one.”

get back to actual work with like pool-noodle arms and trying not to look like i am about to vomit my lungs up. chef’s looking at me like, aw, sweetie, you dumbfuck. i start grinning like an idiot again and coughing out ‘NAW HEY HA HA GREAT WORKOUT HA HA HAHHHH’

anyway that’s the last time i experienced any serious physical exertion

#i tried to post this in the tags of that DW post but i guess you can't have more than 100 tags or w/e #lame

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whimsically-ominously-auspice · 4 years

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Australia isn't afraid of shit!

I read on the news thst they're testing their houses to see if they're fireproof and indestructible.

I'm like tree can we do a couple big waves on them from the ocean?!

But i seen this lady all freaking happy standing in a pile of rubble metal all "we're gonna crush this and recycle it for cars!".

Its already burnt white i mean it looks fucking good

So I'm all ....

Man I don't even understand the power of love and trust. I don't. Looking at Australia and feeling worry. I know i don't.

I know the power of justice.

But all my love and trust has always been destroyed.

..

Abu Steven Lucas gave up. He got his soulmate and two kids and he said "were all gonna die. This won't last. Sit back and enjoy it because we are through. My wife is just here probably because I'm going to Hell and she's going back Heaven and I'll never get to see her again!"

That's the most hilarious shit I ever heard he looks at us me and William and says "its not funny you two!!"

Its absolutely hilarious!!! And absolutely sweet and innocent and darling. So much so he doesn't see how innocent he really is. Hes done so much bad to protect so many people. He's fought so much but he's ALWAYS kept those justice scales in the back of his mind.

Just like i always keep love in the back of mine.

Like WWI he was getting conflicting reports of information.. .

I was hiding actions being done so the maximum affect could be handled and he was being lied to by perverts.

And he didn't want to bother any one at work. Or ask anyone favors.

If he was gonna go to Hell, he was gonna take every memory of every second with those babies and his wife and make the best of it.

Just as he always has through this Hell on Earth. And be all fuck off Hell cause i got baby memories and mama, too. So no way are you getting through to me.

No matter what he was gonna go to Hell happy and stay that way..

I'm proud of him. I'm happy for him that's why i laugh so hard. Hes not making it up. He was being serious. 100% honest on his thought

Which... Is why it's funny because we're actually just laughing at him. Its rude but we know better than to argue with an Abu.

He saved our lives. The whole trailer park. Sure half of us ended up dying but we were all military brats. Not Wiliam LeGrande tho. He was already in the human trafficking system. Just like always but this time it was safe. Food and beds and work but decent hours and less killing.

But our whole trailer park and half of Iraq 2x. So what if he head ISIS and started it. He was defending himself, and others.

What if i hadn't killed eQ2? Our human trafficking victims would been dumped out over the ocean like the real Donald Trump

Sometimesems we have to play a little hard ball when we are just squishy babes.

Then I had to kill Donald Trump and then i had to kill 45 people in the International Space station although not a threat for me they made life miserable for others (now hiring they said, btw, aliens only)

5 directors of the Department of Defense

And I don't feel,bad.,trust,me the list goes on

But i saved,the world

If the world don't like it they can kick me off. I won't even get mad. Theres other planets,i can get kicked off of.

And Abu quitting. Really you know which day he actually quit?

I25 day. Which went beyond our country into Canada and into Mexico

All the way.

No Abu in the world could done it but Abu Steven Lucas. The only one.

But the last night of war he,gave that choice of,freedom.

The very last night. Its okay he was,being,stubborn he was gonna go to Hell and the war was lost. You know why?

That is the only way he would not send his men out. He has only not done it 4 times in his life and that's for people he doesn't like and i told him to.

He believed we would never win so he didn't send his men out. That is the only time he made that choice on his own

The most beautiful part the most beautiful thing is ... It was the very very last war night.

And he didn't make a call. He was their boss that paid them great wages.

They fought all their life for this freedom.

So the last night they could choose freedom for the first time.

The only time they ever had that choice. Because he didn't ask. He said "no more war. We won't win"

You should know that he has to pay wages of $6,342,795.62. So far for last night's fighting. (Money from Iraq drug bunker i taught him how to hide money in the compound before taking it. So no one would get in trouble then take it if it wasn't noticed-- just like i tricked JP and NHRA rapists and the wild West night. Robin Hood)

That is 158,569.9 hours of work for a 12 hour shift.

That is 13,214,16 people. Minus some reimbursements

That's at least 13,000 people he has set free on his own through "Girl Scouts" on my honor I will try to serve God and my community.

13000 people that were not busy. Or staying in to protect their families or watching their family on TV tear shit apart because it was such a rare opportunity to see the community for the first time do what they been doing their entire life.

That is on one road.

So no way is this dude going to Hell nor is this dude ever going to lose a war.

His legs got cut off and he still kept Harriet Tubmaning the world.

His pregnant with twins wife was murdered in front of him and he kept Harriet Tubmaning the world.

If his bitch ass goes to Hell it's cause he was kidnapped. And the Devil wanted to steal his power.

That is all i have to say.

..

So thank you Australia for believing and being amazing at what you do and not being afraid of new challenges and adventures.

The Abu welcome you into their hearts!.

Shit for reals cause dude you could told me Boo and i would ran all what what what is happening so you need help you look like it

And each time i asked you said no but i will help you.

That is an Abu

Australia & Abu Steven Lucas 💎

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crashpaddiaries · 7 years

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Dear Crashpad Diary #17

Yoooooooo my favourite beasts in this entire universe!! How are you doing??

Sweeeeeeeeeeeet, I hope! =)

Here, as usual, all great!! well… the climb has been great but the results are not that cool… can´t barely remember which one was my last nice send hahahaha

but these things are like this… we get a fantastic period and then… shit as a monkey without arms!! haha

BTW… I´ll understand if you don´t believe me… but we saw an armless monkey at the monkey temple…. crazy… isn´t it¿?¿?

and the animals are so cool that he was leaving normally… didn´t care about the things missing… he was jumping around and having a happy monkey life… whereas… human beings…. are so used to keep focusing on the faulty and finding excuses to not do it or that… that monkey should be used on these inspirational videos that pops pretty often in our Facebook timelines hehe

Lately, we have met loads of dogs… one of them is Scarface… haha the guys gave him this cute nickname cuz a bus ran over him when he was a kid and his snout broke… but as all the animals… if no one takes care of them… they simply learn how to live with that… exactly what happened… poor dog has his jaw and snout dislocated and looks weirdly cute!! =)

That same day we were going to grab some food (Dosas and Idlis are the best haha I have to write a post about the food soon!! haha)… well…. and we found two puppies on the street… actually… Nikhill… a friend of ours found the dogs and could not left them on the road… at the exact spot that Scarface had the accident… so… we brought the dogs to Hampi… put them on the dirty road and they ran into a hole just beside it… disappearing for few secs… but only one came back… the brown one… the one with black spots just found her path hehe independent and strong woman han!! =)

As the brown one stayed… we started going everywhere with here… she even joined us at the crags… we named her Katie Brown as we all had just watched the Pilgrimage (climbing movie recorded in Hampi, starring Chris Sharma, Nate Golg and Katie Brown haha)… The movie session was cool… I talked to the owner of the guesthouse we are staying and got the movie night with pizza and friends!! What a great night!! =)

Oh… not even the dog helped us finding some of the boulders that we would like to have a go and couldn’t even spot them haha the maps aren’t that good just for a change haha

In Rocklands we couldn’t find a boulder that should be pretty easy to be found… we found the place but no boulder… it seems the aliens took that one…

but over here is even funnier… cuz the Hampi guidebook mentions: “Magnolia - 7c… extremely hard to find!“ Wait… that´s one of the reasons I consulting a guidebook… to help me find it… that it is hard to find the problems among the trillion thousands of boulders here, I already knew!! hahaha

So far we are looking for this problem… haha we thought of putting its pic on milk carts!! haha

Also… there is a legend of the sleeping buddha… the problem should be somewhere close the relax area, which we have already been to, but there´s no way to go further and we think this has been taken by the aliens too!! haha

The movie night at the guesthouse get us all psyched to watch a new movie that come just out… it is a hindi movie called Dangal… it´s based on a true story and it is about wrestling… such a great one… really well made and funny… the subject could not be more appropriate… haha to get to the movie I have to basically fight the indians haha It´s cool cuz they get so excited for it that the chaos escalates pretty fast haha we got there and the gates at the cinema were closed… cool… lets wait…. after few mins there was a huge amount of people waiting outside… once the gates opened you can imagine how crazy the things got… people running… to the queue…. another queue being formed just beside… people running to the women´s queue… motorcycles just beeping… more motos honking… people from the other session leaving… people drinking chai and running… people drinking chai and forming a third queue… a guy taking picture with Alfonso… Stephen avoiding getting hit by a kid driving a motorcycle twice of his size… loud and noise tuktuks outside… in the meantime I was running and trying to make my choice for which one of the three queues hahaha decided for the one that was kinda organised…. haha I know… what a newbie!!

When I was going to the end of that queue I had to go around a metal thing… haha simultaneously at least 3 indian guys jumped it and got in front of me haha what a newbie right hahah… after mins waiting and fighting against the “not official queues” we got the tickets!! sweeeeet!!

the side note here goes to the excitement and interaction during the movie… anything… I mean ANYTHING that happens deserves loads of whistles, claps and hysterical screams hahahaha at the end of the movie I found myself whistling and shouting…. cheering the last fight!! hahahahahaha

Talking bout cheering and feeling the happiness fulfilling our soul, 2016 ended in the best way possible… with friends… lying down on the rocks… surrounded by nature… the darkness was only broken by the stars… few headtorchs and many many sparse bonfires that were enlightening the whole Hampi Island… such a fantastic and magical night… =)

As usual… something has to happen to give us some fun… this time was the crazy people trying to deal with the fireworks maybe 500 metres from where we were… we could see the headlamps… something being lighten up… the headlamps running and the fireworks going through the rocks on the ground instead of going towards the sky… over and over…. the fireworks that night haven’t served their purpose… no firework made the sky beautiful at midnight… instead, they made people run… jump… burn and for us… they meant some cramps by laughing uninterruptedly watching the lights running from the “bombs”!! hahahahaha

The new year started greatly… we almost got arrested because Alfonso wanted to take some pics climbing the temples… but the problem is that it is prohibited the climbing on those rocks hahahaha but it was all good… he got his pics… I took them before the security started shouting… whistling and shooting!! haha Just kidding… they didn’t shoot!! haha

To go to the temples is already an adventure on its own… they are situated on the other side of the river… to cross is we normally get a boat that costs 10 to 50 rupees… depends on the mood of the guy charging you… also… if you look like a rich person… if you just got there…. if the moon is in Aries or if it is full moon… as every price in india… you must be careful and get the info beforehand to avoid paying twice the price hahaha

Well… the boat business is going down at the same pace the water lever of the river gets to its lowest point… we can actually cross walking… actually its not walking… it is jumping through the rocks… cuz some days the level is a bit higher than the others and some rocks go under water and cannot be used… which brings a whole new grade to the sport haha which sport?? Jump-crossing rivers!! haha Right now the grades are between 3 and 4… where 1 is the easiest… the ones you just walk through it and get to the other border… and 7 is the ones you gonna start crossing the river in New Delhi and is gonna get out of the rapids in Bombay!! hahahahaha

The one we are doing now requires some jumps and its not bad… we have great fun… but we´ve seen some people not having fun at all…. fist because they got wet… second of all… their stuff go soaked…. third of all… they get pretty smelly…. fourth reason is that they couldn’t get out of the river without falling at least 3 more times because it is extremely slippery… another good reason for not have fun is the fact that they may have to go back and grab new clothes… and last but not least… everything just to save 10 rupees hahahahahahahha

It is a great craic only sitting and watching people crossing that point… while loads of people watch, others try to help, many cheer for them to succeed, there will be always those cheering for the fall too hahahahahaha Entertainment that only India provides!! hahahaha

Anywhere you go in this world, the people will bring you the best experiences and the best stories… like the rainbow people that has been around since I don’t know when getting together to go to the Rainbow Gathering… the thing is that no one actually knows where the fuck is the place hahaha thats so funny… they were gathering for forever and were camping in private land… so the police came and busted everyone… hahaha I met a guy that went down there and told me that people were sitting still and doing pretty much nothing for the whole day… so he came back hahahaha

The best was a girl that I bumped into when I was climbing… I was heading home when she passed by barefoot… kinda walking weirdly… I said hello as she kept going the opposite way… she stopped and asked how she could get to the road hahaha I let her know that she should go the other direction and that I was going that way… she could join me… during the short walk…. I mean… short for me coz for her it must have been painful and crazily long haha:… she told me that she had just got back her stuff cuz the police had confiscated everything from them…. but she didn’t get her shoes back and had to walk all the way barefoot… hahaha poor girl…. she wanted to get in touch with the nature and got it…. all the spikes from the bushes got in touch with her feet´s flesh!! hahahahah (sorry… I could never miss the joke heheheh)

haha sweet… I kinda wrote loads and have many many new things that happened lately… will stop here because it is huge already hehe

talk to yous soon and enjoy your life beasts!! =)

Have a greeeeat day and smile wherever you are!!

kmoooon fiesta!!

Evan

#carshpaddiaries #e-supertramp_on_flickr #climbing #rockclimbing #bouldering #climbtrip #india #Hampi #hampiness #dogs #dangal #cinema #simplicity #simplelife #live #lifestyle #love #nature

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