a bit happier

anonymous asked:

Have notice how depressed 2d has been since phase 4 started

I feel like he’s gotten a little better, but I know what you mean by that. He seems to be acting a little depressed judging by his response during the Reddit AMA a couple weeks ago. But he seems to be a bit happier compared to how he was back in phase 3. And it looks like him and Murdoc are getting along pretty well too (surprisingly). 

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       Around them, the temple shook and trembled with the energy of it’s own impending destruction. The obelisk the sith-holocron had been placed in sparked violent currents that charged the air between them with sharp static, and for a moment, she almost forgot all about the sabers in her hands, the frantic sounds of Ezra and Kanan calling for her to hurry. The door was slowly inching shut, and yet she stood rooted to the spot, fixated by the terrible wheezing sounds made by the monster behind her. 

      Vader rose slowly, body straining under the pressure of a damaged breathing apparatus trying frantically to process oxygen to burnt lungs. She’d cracked his mask and exposed a portion of his face — exposed the charred skin and sith-yellow eyes underneath.  Time slowed. 

      “Ahsoka,” the monster rasped.  The sound came out distorted and broken, but the voice was achingly familiar; she’d heard it in her dreams, and in memories so old that they felt as if they were from another life entirely. She could’ve wept at the sound. This was Anakin.

       “I won’t leave you,” she said, heart aching. “Not this time.”

      The lone eye stared back, and for a moment she could’ve sworn that she saw the yellow give way to blue. 

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BAR AU. okay so, viktor and chris are bartenders, sexy bartenders. and the bar has a little stage for singers. so, viktor has to cover one of chris' day, and he doesn't know who sings that day but when he hears his voice, when he hears the guitar playing gently, he may just have fallen in love. and he looks at the stage to see an utterly bEAUTIFUL JAPANESE MAN singing like he was born for it. he's singing a sad song. but when he looks at viktor, he stutters and forgets the lyrics (1/2)

bar au. and then the whole night, while yuuri is singing, viktor never takes his eyes of him. but when his show ends, he sneaks out and viktor is desperate to find him, so he asks what his name is and the only thing he gets is “eros”. so, the next week, vik goes to see yuuri singing, but now the songs are a little bit happier. and they get happier and he starts singing about love and viktor may have just found the light he was missing in life. (2/2)

Incredulity // Jughead Smut

Summary: Fred Andrews is the single parent of twins. He walks in on his daughter with her girlfriend in the middle of sex. Following that breakup you got together with your brothers best friend whom doesn’t have experience in sex so you teach your boyfriend. Guess your not the only twin in a forbidden relationship…only one is legal.

Characters: Jughead x Andrews!Reader, Betty x Reader, Kevin Keller, Archie Andrews (mentioned) and Fred Andrews

Words: 3237

Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or the characters. I do not own the Comics either. Jughead is NOT asexual in his.

Warnings: Swearing, underage drinking, smut, former same sex relationship,

Author: Caitsy

Tagging: At the bottom

A/N Originally this was going to be a Veronica fic but apparently my subconscious was needy for Jughead.

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Jokes were always made about the Andrews twins, Archie was the boy that got hit by the puberty bus during the summer before sophomore year. You however had came out of the awkward phase a lot early than your twin brother, it was the end of middle school when you hit puberty in the most graceful way.

While Archie incredibly straight, you were bisexual with no real preference to be honest. Nobody believed that you were bisexual, especially your dad because he had never seen you look at a female before. Fred Andrews got a rude awakening when he walked in on Betty Cooper going down on his freshmen aged daughter. Next the whole town found out about the relationship, minus the sexual side, with the knowledge that Betty had been crushing on you. It was purely fun for you and experimental for her so it didn’t cause any problems when she discovered she was only into guys and actually liked your twin. You guys continued to be best friends.

It was amusing when your father walked in on Betty and you because he fumbled through the safe sex talk. He didn’t know much about safe sex between females but he tried his best even if both of you were embarrassed beyond belief. He was happy however that you wouldn’t become the parental nightmare of pregnant teenager.

It was the last day of summer that he caught you with your boyfriend in bed together and getting the shock of his life for the second time. Jughead and you had gotten together at the very end of freshman year. Nobody, even Archie whom knew everything about you, knew about it because there was no real reason that they needed to know. You were a slut by any means, you only had had sex with Betty so you didn’t care if someone found out that Jughead and you were together. The only thing was that you hadn’t gone that far yet.

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So I’ve had this blog for just under two months and just hit my first thousand and I’m ??? like thank you so much to everyone who follows me. I love you all. So for 1k I figured I’d do a follow forever to celebrate all the people who’s blogs I love and yeah. I’m sorry I’m shit at thanking people idk how to do this I don’t deserve any of this and everyone who follows me is too kind.

Special thanks to everyone who’s taken the time to talk to me, either in messages or by dropping asks in my inbox. You guys make me smile and I’m so grateful for all the ways I’ve interacted with the various members of this fandom. 

Also to all my mutuals who have given me mini freak outs when they followed me because I am not worthy.

(Nobody’s bolded because I love everyone and felt bad.)

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scars [peter parker]

Originally posted by peterparkerimagine


warnings: mentions of sex, heavy make out, a bit of sadness in the beginning

request: @pradabiatch655 

word count: 1655


    Today had been one of the worst days of your life.

    It had started out just like any other day, you walked to school beside your boyfriend of two years, Peter Parker. The two of you always walked to school every morning, seeing as you lived in apartments that were close together. It was almost like a tradition for the two of you; meeting at the corner of the two of your building, before walking the fifteen minutes it took to get to school.

    Once the two of you had arrived at school, everything went downhill, fast.

    The moment you stepped into your first period class, your stomach had turned sideways, feeling as though your guts were turning themselves inside out. It felt as though something bad was going to happen as soon as you sat in your desk.

    And something bad was happening, indeed.

    Sitting in the cold, wooden desk aside Peter, you lowered your arm so that you could grab ahold of your bag. Pulling out a pencil, you straightened your back and relaxed into the seat. Raising your eyes, you noticed your teacher standing at the front of the room, a stack of paper in his hands.

    Pop quiz.

    An hour later, there were tears in your eyes, as you knew that you had down awful on the quiz. With the grade that you already had, this quiz would have decided your grade for the next few weeks.

    And that was not the end of the story.

    By the end of the school day, you had taken three tests, been bullied by the most popular girls in school, and tripped into the mud outside the school’s front doors on the way home. Now, you stood in front of Peter’s apartment, tears in your eyes. The cold, salty tears stung your dulled eyes as you knocked on his front door. Peter opened a few moments later, his body wrapped in a sweatshirt and a pair of jeans. His wide eyes scanned your shivering frame before he was immediately grabbing you by your waist. He pulled you into his chest, strong arms wrapping around your hips. You inhaled his familiar scent as he pulled you closer to his chest, something that seemed almost impossible. The teen in front of you seemed sympathetic, his eyes filled with sadness and his heart filled with hurt.

    If Peter was being honest, when he saw the tears in your eyes, he was filled with a sudden rage. He wanted to find whoever had done this to you and use his newfound powers to show them that they should never hurt you. The teenage, human spider hated that you were in pain, even if it were not physical.

    Peter pulled you out of the rain, his grip never leaving your body. He pulled you into his apartment with strong hands guiding you to his room. He ducked past his Aunt May, trying to avoid her pestering questions, wanting nothing more than to get you warm and happy.

    When he reached his room, he grabbed a pair of his old sweats and a large shirt of his. He handed them to you, not uttering a word before gently pushing on the small of your back. He pushed you towards his bathroom, letting you get changed out of your wet clothes and into his fresh, warm ones. While you changed, Peter moved across his room, turning on his television screen. He let the vibrant screen play quietly in the background of his room for a few moments before he grabbed a movie beside the television. He pushed it into the slot of the screen before moving back to his bedside, moving the blankets and bunching them up in order to make part of a fort.

    When you exited Peter’s bathroom, you were surprised to see what he had done. Your eyes scanned the small room and laid them upon Peter’s figure; he was sorting the blankets and pushing pillows to the side of his bed so that there would be room for the two of you.

    Making a sound from the back of your throat, you alerted Peter of your presence. The teen turned his attention in your direction, his eyes immediately falling upon your frame. His chocolate brown eyes took in your broken stature; scrubby, red eyes, sunken-in frame, and wet, knotted hair.

    “Oh, baby,” Peter spoke sadly, moving the distance to take you back into his arms. He let your forehead fall against his broad chest, new tears soaking his sweatshirt. Peter rubbed small circles into your back, his head laying atop of yours, breathing in your scent. He let you cry for a few more minutes before he pulled you towards his bed. He layed you down in front of him, letting him lay behind you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you back into him. The position felt natural, as if he were meant to lay beside you.

    For the next hour or so, you and Peter cuddled into each other and watched movies, letting you get more comfortable.

    While you were focused on the movie, you did not see Peter watching you. You did not notice Peter’s eyes as he scanned your face with adoration in his eyes. He watched your eyes as they crinkled when you laughed, and the way that your lips curled at the end when you smiled. His eyes shined and reflected immense happiness when you smiled, grinning happily when you did. His eyes roamed every inch of your face, from the scars and lines. He knew that you did not like the scars and acne marks on your face. You claimed that they were ugly; that they made you look different and not perfect.

    But Peter thought differently.

    He thought the marks made you beautiful. He thought they made you look strong; as if you had survived through hell and much more. Peter thought that scars were not a sign of imperfection; they were a sign of strength and beauty. He loved the scars on your body, even if you did not.

    Lifting his hand, he let the tip of his index finger trail along the scar behind your ear, dropping it to follow the short line to its end. He moved his hand again, towards another one of your scars. It was one caused by acne, a scar that you hated because it was on your face, right underneath your cheekbone.

    When you felt the tip of his finger trail across his face, you turned, watching Peter as he stared at your face. His chocolate brown orbs gazed into your eyes, taking in every feature of your face with complete and utter awe. His lips twisted into a smile as he watched you take in his features as he did to you.

    With one final look, Peter lowered his lips until they were inches away from yours, “You are so gorgeous, love.”

    You shook your head with a blush, before you leaned up to connect your lips to his. Peter responded almost immediately, his lips moving against yours. He tilted his head so that his lips could slot against yours in a smoother fashion. You groaned against his lips, moving your lips faster so that you could keep up with him. Peter moved, his back muscles shifting as he let you fall back against his bed sheets. You sighed happily, complete euphoria and love rushing over your body.

    This was Peter Parker.

    The man you had loved since the day you met him.

    The man you would love for the rest of your life.

    You moved, your back lying flat against the sheets of Peter’s bed. Your hands clutched the sides of Peter’s face, one pulling itself through his hair with a groan. Peter smiled against your lips, his contagious personality rubbing off, causing you to smile as well.

    “God, I love you,” Peter groans. His hips roll into yours for a short moment, eliciting a moan from your mouth. He continues to roll his lips into yours, sighs of happiness and love coming from both your mouths.

    To anyone other person, the scene may have looked like two people wrapped up in lust and euphoria.

    However, that was not what was happening.

    No, this was different.

    This was something bigger; something pure and beautiful. Something that no one could have predicted, a motion that most people would never achieve in their entire lives. This was something that made the stormy days brighter, and the bad days just a little bit happier. It was the sort of thing that made your stomach flutter with excitement and your heart beat just a little bit faster. It made your eyes shine brighter and your steps feel lighter. This thing made you happy, sad, and excited all at the same time; the simple mention of it made you nervous and happy all at once.

    It was love.

    This love was the feeling in your stomach when Peter mumbled how much he loved you; it was the feeling of Peter’s lips against yours. Love was the ache in your gut as Peter’s hips rolled against yours.

    And most of all, it was what you felt for Peter; and similarly, it was what he felt for you.

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Im finally getting a hang of these two

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Smile, the worst is yet to come
We’ll be lucky if we ever see the sun

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There’s not just pain in bbc Sherlock! <3

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You always held on to him, long enough to hurt not only your arm but also your heart. It’s a pain, an ache, that you kept on bearing and enduring until such time that the pain turned into numbness. The numbness made you lose your grip to him a little bit, and suddenly this made you feel a little bit better. So you try to loosen your grip to him a little bit more, and more, and with every space you create, and every distance you make, your heart feels a little bit lighter, a little bit better, until such time you realize that you’re actually a little bit more happier now.
—  cynthia go // Better Days
Types of Cuddles With Shawn (Shawn Mendes x Reader)

Originally posted by everythingrelationshipsx

·         Sleepy half-awake morning cuddle

-    This is pretty self-explanatory. Sometimes it’d be you the one that’s clingy, sometimes him, sometimes both of you.

-    On some mornings, you’d obviously wake up earlier than Shawn either for work or school or some other reason. You’d pull the curtains right open and open the light. Just imagine sleepy Shawn groaning in his sleep as he shuts his eyes tighter. When you’d try to leave the bed, he’d wrap his arm around you and pull you into his bigger frame.

“Shawn, seriously? I gotta go.”

“Mrhmdfm five more minutes Y/N.” He’d grumble.

“No seriously.”

The more you pull away, the more he squeezes you to him. And honestly, how can you resist him looking so cute with his messy curls?

-    “Alrighty bye Y/N, I got an early shoot.”

The sudden loss of warmth in the sheets catches you by surprise. You groan, and latch onto Shawn as if you were a koala on a branch. You aren’t fully conscious but can hear him chuckling as he moves some of your hair out of your mouth and face.

“You’re so freaking cute Y/N, you know that?”

“Will that be enough to get you back in bed?” You mumble.

-    Shawn’s eyelids flutter open as he glances towards the clock. Then he glances to his other side, where you are fast asleep. There you are, looking so peaceful. He places soft kisses on your forehead, your nose, your cheeks. Slowly, you wake up.

“Hey baby.” He smiles while looking into your eyes adjusting to the light.


Originally posted by sensualkisses

·         Tickle wars

-    These would happen very often to be frank.

-    “Shawwwwwn, cuddle with me.”

“How can I say no to that?”

Shawn sits down and you in between his legs so he can hug your waist from behind. He’s placing soft kisses on your neck when he realises his hands are on your bare waist, and he smirks into your hair. Stretching out his fingers, he begins to tickle you and you immediately squeal and squirm out of his reach.

“Oh you asked for it Mendes.”

Basically these end with the both of you falling off the couch and collapsing onto the ground with a bang from all the squirming, accompanied with derisive laughter.


Originally posted by sensualkisses

·         Night cuddles

-    “’Night Shawn.” You smile as you lay your head on his chest and look up at him.

“Night darling.”

And this, is the most comfortable you will ever feel. His chest is like a pillow, and your legs are entangled with his. Together bodies entwined like this, it’s with no difficulty that you both drift off to sleep.


Originally posted by thedesire

·         Sitting cuddles

-    You know, when you’re watching a movie, or sitting down and talking. Your hands would go into Shawn’s and then slowly he’d put his arm around you, you’d lean into him, and sometimes he’d lay his head on top of yours.


Originally posted by sensuous

·         Standing up cuddles

-    These sound weird, but hear me out.

-    So it’s either really really cold, or you guys are either tired, or tipsy, I don’t know. But you guys are like hugging but having a conversation at the same time. And your chest is pressed against his, and you’re looking up at him and him down at you.

-    If you guys are like tipsy or just weirdly tired, I can see you both laughing and you just advancing and him taking small steps back as you both throw your heads back in laughter.

-    Another one would be you back to Shawn’s chest. And I see this like you guys are standing and watching the view and landscape. He’d just have his arms dangling from your shoulders and your head would be laying on the side on top of them. He’d love to kiss the top of your head then, or squeeze you tighter and rest his chin on your head.


Originally posted by sensuous

·         The sad, comforting cuddle

-“Oh honey, what’s wrong?” Shawn would ask, seeing you down in the dumps lying on the couch.

“Life.”

He’d gladly hop onto the couch behind you and squeeze you tight in his arms. He’d place kisses on your neck and back, as his hand softly strokes your hip. And in that moment, you feel just a bit happier than you were before Shawn came.


Originally posted by enjoyingbeingme

·         The period cramp cuddle

-    “SHAWN I’M DYING.”
“Aw babe, lemme try to help.”

He’d let you stay curled up in foetus position, he would never make you move if you’re uncomfortable. The warmth from his body and from his hand rubbing your abdomen would be extremely soothing.


Originally posted by fadedmapdots

·         Big spoon/Little spoon

-    It’s like the most common cuddling position, c’mon you thought I would forget?

-    Most of the times it would be you the little spoon. You just love the feeling of Shawn warming up your whole backside, the protectiveness he offers when he wraps his arm around you.

-    But you’re not the small spoon all the time. He’d be it if he was sick, or down, or stressed. He’d like having your leg wrapped around his and the kisses you place on his back, shoulder and bicep.

Sleepless Nights, touken headcanon/mini-fic

Summary: It’s their first time sleeping together on the same bed and Kaneki can’t take his hands off Touka.

I totally hate this, it looked so much better inside my head, my inspiration sucks—i’m super tired right now& i can’t speak proper english today, but i really wanted to take this idea off my head AAAAND give this to @yorozuya-ken-chan as her birthday gift 😭 ♡ I LOVE YOU ANITA, this is so crappy, i’m so sorry -sobs- i promise i’ll write you something 2369726 better next time, WAIT FOR ME🙏 (the only good thing about this is the ending, huehue, jon&ygritte hints)

i wanted to make this a smut but i really feel like the words aren’t coming to my head today, so this is just… a bit lime? not even a lime 😂  shame on me.. anyway, take this more like a lazy headcanon instead of a well-written fic *sobs* i’ll bring good smut soon.. I promise, ANITA DESERVES BETTER ✨

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“Kaneki.”

“Y-Yes?” he stammers.

“If you want me to sleep with you in your room, just say it.”

He’s shaking.

“Oh, w-well…”

“Do you?”

He swallows.

“I-I mean, if you ever feel col—“

Touka sighs.

“Fine. I’ll sleep with you tonight then.”

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Aftermath [Ghost Fred Weasley x Reader]

Requests are OPEN!

I was very sad whilst writing this, it broke my heart because I realised how much I loved Fred’s character. I tried writing this one in a different style so you can see how their friendship progressed I guess. I hope you enjoy :)

Request: “Request for a fred, post war, ghost fic with the reader become friends with him years after the battle of Hogwarts?” - anon


day one

The quiet girl traveled to the Transfiguration Courtyard, her favourite part of Hogwarts Castle. Most people were too scared to travel through there, because it was the most haunted area of the castle- many deaths happened there during the Battle of Hogwarts, twenty years ago. Y/N loved this; she had taken an interest in the ghosts of Hogwarts castle, and she was friends with many of the younger ones who had sacrificed themselves for Harry Potter.

She shared a small conversation with Colin Creevy, and smiled at his observations of the new students of Hogwarts. She glanced around the courtyard, pointing to a tall man who was roaming around, quite a sad look on his face, unlike the other ghosts who roamed the courtyard.

“Colin, who’s that?” she asked, discretely pointing to the man. 

“That, Y/N, is Fred Weasley.”

day thirteen

Y/N made her way back to the courtyard, not seeing Colin sat in his usual place. A frown rested on her face for Colin wasn’t one to roam around.

“Looking for somebody?”

The sudden voice made the girl jump. She turned to see the man who Colin had said was Fred. She smiled.

“You’re Fred, aren’t you? Fred Weasley.”

“Yep, that’s me. Who are you?”

“Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N. It’s lovely to meet you, Fred,” a large, genuine smile was on her face. Fred looked at her and sighed.

“What business do you have here?”

“Oh, I was just looking for Colin. I’m sorry, I’ll go.”

She left, and Fred became even sadder. The only real person he’d spoken to in over twenty years had just left. He hoped she came back.

day fourteen

“Freddie!” the quiet girl appeared behind the ghost of Fred. It made him a tiny bit happier, that she had returned despite his rudeness the day before.

“Hello, Y/N. To what do I owe this pleasure?” Fred followed the girl to the bench and sat next to her. He noticed the puking pastilles in her pocket and he got a headache from it. His past, his wonderful, happy past.

“I just wanted to come here; it’s my favourite part of the castle, you know.”

“I didn’t know, that’s cool. Why is it your favourite place?” He was very intrigued as to why somebody would like the scary, haunted part more than anywhere else.

“I just think it has an interesting history. Many of the people who roam here died in the Second Wizarding War, and honestly I’m so thankful for everybody here. Imagine what it would have been like if that Voldemort had won.” A shudder fell down her spine, and Fred nodded. taking all of that in.

“It’s nothing you should concern yourself with. It happened a long time ago now.”

“Fred, I am sixteen in the summer. That means it only happened five years before I was born, it’s definitely something I should worry about.” But Fred was gone, she didn’t know why, but he had left.

day fifteen

“Back again, Y/N?” Fred chuckled as he saw the girl sat by herself on the bench. She nodded, an eager smile on her face. 

“Where did you go yesterday, Fred?” A sigh left his lips as he looked at the girl sat to his right.

“Just, talking about it all hurts. I left everything that night. I lost my mum and dad, I lost all my siblings, I lost my twin. George. He was amazing, I spent every second with him and I loved him to pieces.”

“I’m sure he says the same thing about you, Fred,” she smiled, placing a hand just above where his back would rest. She didn’t want to be rude and put her hand through the man, she she kept it where it was.

“Yeah, but his last memory of me was my death. I was there, you know, when they found me. I watched, and his screams and cries, all of their cries, it killed me.” He stared into the distance, and she looked closely at him. “I miss them so much, especially George. We both had it rough that year. He had his ear blown off, I died.” 

A sympathetic look spread across Y/N’s face. “I’m sure they miss you equally as much, Fred. You’re a good person. They must honour you, you died for such a good cause, because of your sacrifice, many other wizards and witches can live a long, happy life, not in fear. That’s because of you!”

“That doesn’t stop it hurting,Y/N. Besides, they’ve probably forgotten all about me now, it’s been twenty years.”

day thirty five

“Fred! I brought you a surprise! Sorry for not visiting lately, I’ve been preparing this for you, and it took me a lot of hard work!” she ran up to the ghost, a large smile spread across her face.

“What is it, Y/N?” he asked, confusion spreading across his face. She nodded her head over to the doorway, and there he saw George.

“George?” Fred’s ghost ran over to him, wrapping his transparent arms around his twin brother. Tears were spilling from George’s eyes as he was finally reunited with his twin brother.

“Hey, Freddie,” he whispered in a soft voice. “How have you been?”

“Lonely, Georgie. I have to say, the years have not been pleasant to you,” he grinned at his brother’s frown lines and his ginger mustache. George laughed, shaking his head.

“Twenty years you haven’t seen me and you insult me the second you greet me,” he laughed, wiping the tears from his face. “God, I’ve missed you so much.”

Y/N smiled, watching the two brothers talk as she slowly stepped out of the courtyard. She skipped away and to her next lesson, a happy feeling inside of her as she knew she had done something amazing.

day forty

“Y/N! I can’t ever repay you for what you did the other day,” Fred wrapped his ghost arms around the girl, a huge smile on his face as he did. She had never seen him this happy.

“You don’t need to repay me, Freddie! It helped the both of you, and I’m so happy that I could make a small difference to the two of you. Besides, George told me a bit about you. Apparently, you were a bit of a troublemaker when you were at Hogwarts?” She folded her arms, raising an eyebrow at him. He nodded, a small laugh leaving his lips.

“Yeah, George and I used to love messing with people, especially Filch.”

“Then why are you lingering here? Let’s get messing with Filch! C’mon, I have an idea.”

day seventy five

Fred had waited for Y/N to turn up many days afterwards, yet she never came. He was confused as to what was keeping her, but decided not to press any further. He was curious, however, so he headed to the Y/H Common Room and hid well.

She walked in, arguing with a boy who looked like he was in a different year to herself. 

“You’re embarrassing to me! You have no friends and you sit with the ghosts at every opportunity you get! Don’t you understand what people are saying to me?” Fred understood, he was her brother.

“No offence, Greg, but I really don’t care. I’m friends with the ghosts, they’re more my kind of people. Everybody else here, they’re different to me.”

“They’re not people, Y/N! They’re ghosts!”

“They are people, Greg! You won’t keep me away from them any longer, I don’t care about how embarrassed you are of me! I’ll be writing to mum and dad.”

Fred left, he didn’t want to hear anymore. It annoyed him that her brother was like that to her.

day eighty

“Fred, hello,” it was the nighttime and he knew she wasn’t supposed to be there.

“Hello stranger,” he grinned, ruffling her hair. She chuckled, tying it back into a hair tie. “How’ve you been?”

She rolled her eyes. “Terrible. My brother is such an arse.” Fred wanted to agree but didn’t want to seem like a stalker.

“What happened?”

She explained to him everything that he had said to her about the ghosts and how he had stopped her from coming to visit him, and that she had to sneak out to visit him. He was angry but also happy that she still found a way to come and find a way to see him.

day ninety

Fred was so happy that he finally found a friend. Y/N learned that Colin had been taken to the afterlife, he had found what he longed for and not even his ghost remained. He hated seeing her sad, because she was his best friend. 

day ninety nine

Fred was the happiest he had been in twenty years.