even the quiet ones

I am in my own Harry Potter AU hell.

And just because I can:

“Dad…” 

Malfoy looked up from his desk, quill poised over the parchment as his son hovered by the study door. Aware that he was frowning, Draco lifted his expression into something more neutral. He was vaguely aware of his own father always frowning whenever he’d tried to talk to him as a boy, and he didn’t want Scorpius to one day think the same about him.

“Come in, come in. Shut the door, you’ll let the heat out.” 

The Greengrass estate was a crumbling ruin compared to Malfoy Manner, with only half the library and none of the artifacts Draco had spent the last few years archiving and putting safely away behind spelled glass. But for now it was home, chilly stone walls and all.

“Did you want something?”

“Yes.” Scorpius replied, pausing to tug at the hem of his dark shirt. There’s still a bruise under his eye, faded to be sure, but the mere presence of it made Draco’s heart skip a beat. When he’d seen Severus Potter crawling out of the rubble, face covered in blood and no sign of his own son, he’d known terror like no other.

And Draco Malfoy was intimately familiar with the machinations of terror. He’d been hugged by it once.

“Well,” he prompted, setting aside his work entirely and giving his full attention to his son. “What is it?”

“I want my friends to come visit.”

Draco blinked. Whatever he’d been expecting, it wasn’t that. “Your…friends?”

“Albus Potter and Rosie Granger-Weasley. I would like them to come stay.”

Draco blinked again. Later he’d laugh—somewhat despairingly into a decanter of fire brandy—at the absurdity of the notion that his boy, Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, was best friends with a Potter and the hybrid off-spring of a Granger Weasley, but the threat of impeding hysterics was quelled under the defiant gaze of his son, narrow chin lifting at some unspoken challenge. 

“I see. For how long?”

“A…a week…maybe two…They’re going to France for the Quiditch Cup Primaries…” he glanced down and Draco spied the curled up parchment hidden up his sleeve. “So it wouldn’t be for long.”

Draco glanced at his desk, to the fireplace, then back to his son. “I don’t…”

I want my friends…friendshow often had Astoria lamented his lack of playmates as a child, how often had she fretted that Scorpius’ only interaction had been with adults—or books, or enchanting his own toys for someone to play with. And how quickly had Scorpius’ face crumpled at the utterance of two simple syllables. 

“…know if two weeks would be wise, given your mother’s health. She’s still recovering from the move. But I shall discuss it with her, and see what can be done.”

Scorpius stilled, the beaming smile on his face reigned in to something calmer, even now, not wanting to get his hopes up too much. “Thank you. For what it’s worth, we will be good.”

Draco snorted at that, remembering the last time a Malfoy, a Potter and a Granger and a Weasley had been together at their age. “Somehow I doubt it. Go on off you go, go see what your mother is up to. She’s enjoying having you home.”

“And I am enjoying being here,” Scorpius replied, in that curiously courteous and stiff way of speaking he’d always had, even as an infant learning his words. “I am happy to be here, with you, and mother.”

“I’m…very glad to hear it.” Draco replied, unsure what else he was supposed to say to such an open admission said so politely like one was discussing the weather. “Now go on, off you go, I need to finish this manuscript before I lose the thought.”

“You’ll talk to mother though, wont you?” Scorpius pressed from his space by the door. “You’ll ask…”

“Yes, yes.” Draco waved a hand, “I’ll ask if the Potter spawn can come stay with us. Just for a little bit. To say thank you for…everything.”

Reassured, Scorpius left, closing the door behind himself with a firm click. 

Draco waited several more moments, counting to a hundred before opening up the top desk of his drawer and pulling out his correspondence folder, flipping through them until he found the appropriate manila envelope, writing the address of the Ministry Neatly to the front. 

Clearing his throat politely, he composed himself, then tapped it to life with his wand.

“Hello Potter,” he spat with a vicious familiar glee, unable to keep from laughing, “I’m not sure which one of us is going to be more surprised by this turn of events, but I swear to gods if you break my son’s heart by saying no, I will personally send you a red Howler on the hour every hour till the day one of us dies. Now, about dates, the last week in June works well for us…”

i want to be in a band so bad it’s actually killing me. like just the thought of being in a van with my best friends, traveling across the country and making music that has the potential to inspire people to do the same thing could actually send me to the grave

2

40 / 365 days of my sunshine

catch my hopeless romantic ass zoning out and fantasizing about being domestic with the love of my life sitting on the floor of our apartment eating take-out  in our underwear

To be foolish

Title: To be foolish

Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker

Summary: Y/N has lived next to Peter since the 3rd grade and since has fallen hard for him, but Y/N doesn’t know he’s fallen just as hard.

Word count: 1,761

Songs: Slow Burn by Autograf

AN: So here’s part 2 of To be young! this part feels a little slow to me but I’m really excited about making the next part, so just bare with me lol. I hope you guys enjoy this part!

Heres Part 1: To be young

tagged@emrysaaryn@bubbles2428@dreaxs@marauder-lover@purecout-ure@therealme13posts , @tomllholland , @manyfandomstohandle

Originally posted by tomhollanderr



Its been about a week since Liz’s party happened and during that time Peter had completely started ignoring you, every time you sat by Peter he would get up and leave. In gym Ned and him started doing their stretches on the furthest part of the gym from you.

You were hurt. More then hurt actually, you felt broken. The guy of your dreams almost kissed you and now you could feel he regretted it, a lot. Hell he could barley even stand looking at you. Michelle finally spoke kicking you out of your horrid thoughts “Hey Y/N how ya holding up?” You felt her hand slowly rub your back in an attempt to comfort you. “Well MJ not very well, I’ve liked peter ever since he moved into that stupid apartment and when i finally got the chance to kiss him, he left me..” you paused looking up from the library table you’ve recently started coming to to seek comfort in being alone, “and he regrets it, he regrets trying to kiss me and won’t even do as much as give me the time of day.” Michelle’s hand dropped from your back and found their way onto your face and turned you to look at her. “Listen Y/N, maybe Peter has an explanation for all this.” She looked deep into your eyes feeling the sadness radiate off of you.

“Just maybe try talking to him?” she suggested pulling her hand away from your face. You sighed, she’s right i need to just woman up and talk to him instead of treating him like he is me. I need to be the mature one in this situation. You grabbed your books off of the table and made your way out of the library and towards Peters locker, Its almost the end of 6th period, the last period of the day.

The bell rang right as you made it to Peters locker and waited silently to confront the boy who made you feel broken, but he never came.

“Uh hey Ned?” you asked when you passed by him on your way to debate club, tired of waiting. Ned shut his locker and mad his way over to you with a smile on his face “Yeah whats up Y/N?” you felt a sick feeling over come you before asking whats on your mind, “Have yo-you seen Pete-Peter anywhere?” You stuttered out your question, averting your eyes from Ned’s suddenly feeling a gross kind of embarrassed over run your feeling of sickness. “No, actually i haven’t seen him since gym.” Ned replied as you two began to walk the same way towards the debate club. “Maybe he’ll be at the debate meeting today.” Ned said with a happy glint in his eyes, “How come you’re looking for him?” your heart drops into your stomach trying to think of something to say other than the truth, “We uh-we’re doing a project in chemistry together and i haven’t been able to get ahold of him.” You lie with a sick smile on your face, the lie seeming to convince Ned as you two walked through the doors of the gym to your now daily debate club meeting.

“Hey you two, hurry up and take your seats.” Liz spoke gleefully with a smile on her face before going back to asking questions to the 4 people sitting at tables on the small school stage for nationals that happen in 2 days.

You were getting settled into your seat next to MJ at the front table when you heard the door open to the small theater room open. You looked up from pulling your binder out of your backpack when you caught eyes with the beautiful chocolate ones that were so intimate with you just a week ago.

His gaze averted from yours making you feel guilty for even meeting his eyes in the first place. “Mr. Harrington, I need you to let me go to nationals.” Peter rushed his sentence out. You let out a small laugh you were trying to keep in. Peters head snapped over in your direction and the smile on your face grew wider and your laugh grew louder at his unexpected look. Not even 2 days have passed since Peter said he wasn’t going to nationals and now he wants to? “Well i don’t know whats up with Y/N but you can’t just show up at the last meeting before nationals and expect to be put back on the team” Flash spits confidently at Peter “Well actually Mr. Parker..” Mr. Harrington shot Flash the “shut up” look with his eyebrows raised “Yes you can, Flash can you grab Peters jacket out of my office desk please.” Mr. Harrington flashed a smile at Flash.

“Peters coming to nationals now?” Michelle lowly whispered just barely audible for you to hear, “this should be interesting.” She smiled down at her notebook as she began drawing god knows what.  


“Alright everyone needs to behave and no sneaking out after the curfew I’ve set, ten o'clock.” Mr. Harrington lectured you and the group of 10 teenagers. Liz, Michelle and you grab your key cards from the front desk and make your way up to your shared room with them. After getting settled in you decided to relax and watch some tv.

“Hey..” your attention got jerked away from the tv when it turned off suddenly “how about we go to the pool?” You looked over to see Liz gleefully smiling at you and Michelle with her bathing suit on. “Now?” you asked getting up off the bed you were sitting on “it’s 10:30 and isn’t the pool closed?” Liz slipped on her flip-flops “No it doesn’t close till 11:30 and Mr. Harrington does have to know, Plus being rebellious is good for moral…” she paused looking between Michelle and you “so hurry up and get your bathing suits on while I go tell the others.” you quickly agree with her and grab your suit out of your draw of the dresser.

“Michelle, you gonna come?” you ask from the bathroom while putting on your swimsuit on “No, I’m good here with the tv.” she replied as she plopped back down on the bed. You shoved your dirty clothes into your suitcase “Well you’ll just miss out on all the fun!” you called out leaving the room and making your way to the pool.

the pool is on the same floor as your shared room so all you have to do is walk down a few hallways, you make a round around the 2nd to last corner when you collide with something, or someone.

You fall back on your butt letting out a few mumbles of cuss words, “Oh god I’m so sorry, that was my-” The person stops when your eyes meet the familiar chocolate ombré orbs, this moment feeling more intimate than intended, you break your eyes away staring at the floor and taking peters now stretched out hand to help you up.

“Ok so-” a voice interrupts the moment you and Peter were having, “oh hey guys!” The smile of Liz comes into your view, “Hey Liz.” Peter coughs and you see a pink shade take over his face, you lowly scoff and roll eyes taking your hand slowly from Peters. “Are you coming to the pool too Peter?” Liz asks as everyone passes by the three of you “I wasn’t planning on it.” He laughs slightly catching your eyes only to look back to Liz just as you were about to say something you might’ve regretted Liz spoke, “Well you should, so hurry up and get your trunks on!” She whisper shouted the last part of her comment and the same pink shade that took over peters face took over hers.

You felt uncomfortable, like you were intruding on a private moment. “Please, its gonna be like a good luck charm for us!” She spoke as she walked away towards everyone else. Peter turned his attention back to you “You’re going swimming i’m guessing?” He scratched the back of his neck, looking everywhere but your eyes “well you heard Liz, it’s gonna be our good luck charm.” You sarcastically spoke trying to meet Peters eyes with your Y/E/C ones just once.

“Look could we talk about what happened last-” Peters eyes finally caught yours taking you off guard and causing you to choke on your words, the feeling of be unwanted right here in this moment overran your body making you slouch slightly “Look Y/N…” he paused as his phone buzzed in his pocket “I really have to go, could we talk later?” He sighed running his hands through his soft, fluffy brown hair. “Uh sure.” You whispered breaking eye contact with Peter and looking at the floor, Peter sighed once more before walking away “just- just please don’t forget!” You called to him as he turned the corner and out of your sight.

You started making your way to the pool again thinking about what just happened, did Peter even really want to talk? He hasn’t wanted to talk to me at all this past week so maybe he really did regret what could have happened that night. You reached the door to the pool and slid your keycard through the small slot and the door clicked open. You slapped your card down on one of the small tables “there you are!” Flash shouted from in the pool, “I was starting to think you ditched us for penis.” He laughed making your mood even worse than it already was. “Whatever Flash.” You slipped into the pool and just floated on your back looking up at the ceiling with a couple of windows at the top, just admiring the stars and wishing how you could just be one right now instead of having to deal with all of this .. drama? no that’s not the right word for it, but I’m not sure what is maybe- your thoughts get cut off when your eyes meet the ones you saw in the hallway not even 5 minutes ago.

“Peter?” You whisper so quiet no one else hears you, you see Peters eyes widen and then he disappears. You stop and stand on your feet in the small hotel pool still staring up at the window. What is he doing on the roof? Why was he staring at me?

You get out of the pool and grab a designated towel from a small rack in the corner of the room and sit down at a lawn chair.

What is going on?

Beetlejuice (Connor Murphy x reader fic part 1 of 2)

THIS IS A GHOST AU. LIKE CONNOR IS DEAD BUT YOU MEET HIM IN HIS LIL GHOST FORM. IT’S NOT AS LAME AS IT SOUNDS. OR MAYBE IT’S EXACTLY AS LAME AS IT SOUNDS.

Guys. It is like crazy long. And only part one. I’m going to post part two in a few days but I split them up because i’m still working on an ending. I honestly have no clue if anyone will wanna read this because it’s so fucking long. But this is like a Connor Ghost fic where you move into his house after his family moves out to get over Connor’s death and he haunts you but you guys become friends and idk this idea was so good in my head idk it I did it justice but maybe someone will enjoy. Part two will not be long because 1.) lack of motivation 2.) lack of ideas 3.) I’m making you guys read all this I won’t continue to waste more of your time. also this was so hard to edit so i’m sure there are one thousand mistakes im sosososos sorry.

TW: suicide, self harm, bullying, anxiety, depression, swearing, angst, fuck it’s sort of sad idk i feel for ghost connor

12,085 words yikes

You jolted up, your sleep disturbed by loud (and quite rude) banging at your bedroom door. You shot up quickly, trying to figure out what the hell was happening at…

You checked your phone which was shoved under your pillow, the illumination making you flinch from your unadjusted eyes.

It was 12:00.

The knocking ceased momentarily, which made you think you were hearing things due to exhaustion. Plus, there was no way it was your parents, seeing as they were the oldest middle aged people you knew, hitting the pillow before 9:30. You relaxed, regretting it seconds later when the knocking came back.

You brought your legs close to your chest, covering your mouth so whoever was there couldn’t hear your breathing. You decided to quickly get up, drawing the cover off your bare legs and moving nimbly to your empty closet, trying to avoid the maze of boxes that crowded your room. You’d just moved in, it was literally your first night at the house and probably the last day of existence. You thought this was a good neighborhood, and your parents had an alarm system. Surely your dad would come running to save you or maybe they’re calling the people. Or maybe the imagined murderer already killed them, coming for you to finish the job. You could feel the tears well up in your eyes as you closed the walk in closet door as quickly as you could. Fuck. Is this the part you were supposed to pray for forgiveness? Fuck. You had leftovers in the fridge from tonight that you were really looking forward to eat for lunch tomorrow. Then you thought how pathetic that was, having that be your last breathing thought of your fleeting life. Your door swung open, not hearing any footsteps but a sudden pounding on your closet door. You were shaking, hands covering your mouth, resulting in tears to flow.

“Zoe! I know you were in my room. I can’t get in. You fucking locked it you bitch. I’m going to fucking kill you with the key when I find it. Stop messing with my head, I don’t understand why you’re doing this to me.” The voice screamed out desperately, followed by angry sobs. Your tears ceased however. Zoe? What the hell? What’s happening? The closet door swung open, but no one was even there. All was quiet, you were so shaken up you couldn’t move for five whole minutes. It was like you were frozen. You were tired. Maybe, that was some sort of nightmare of sleep paralysis. Because where the hell did the voice come from. How the hell did your door fly all the way open without a single person in sight. You were hallucinating. That had to be it. From lack of sleep or from that weird black mold that grows in the walls you heard about in that short weird documentary on YouTube. That’s the only plausible thing. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to blink away to exhaustion. You finally exited out of the tiny space, going to reach for the closet door knob to cease it shut. Before your hand even got near it, it slammed closed, causing you to open your eyes swiftly.

“What the hell is your problem, Zo-” A boy stood before you, looking half dead. Not even half, but fully dead. His eyes were bloodshot, he looked like he had bags under his eyes, and even in the dark, you could see a large circular purple mark all the way around his neck.

You fucking started screaming.

“Shit!” he cupped his hands over your mouth, the temperature of Antarctica hovering over your lips. “I didn’t realize Zoe had friends over. Shut up you’re going to wake up my parents.” This is when you started crying. Not only did he murderer sneak into your home, he was a complete lunatic. His parents? Zoe? He was fucking nuts and he was definitely going to kill you. You went to shove him away, but your hands went through, like he was mist. Now, you started to ball. You were the crazy one. You convinced yourself you developed schizophrenia overnight and were losing it, or it was definitely the black mold. He looked as scared as you did, backing away. He touched his stomach, which his hands didn’t go through at all. His face was unreadable, then he was unreadable, vanishing into thin air.

You didn’t sleep the rest of the night.

The next day you walked around void, scared to go even take a nap. You convinced yourself it was just a nightmare. A nightmare you don’t remember falling asleep to or waking up from but that’s what you decided. You needed to tell yourself it was fine. You also googled that hallucinating black mold, and that really only grows in really old houses, so you eliminated that. It was fine. Everything was fine. Your parents commented on how tired you looked. Brushing it off, you just told them how excited you were about the new house, and you couldn’t sleep. A lie, but since you were lying to yourself why not make some more up. Night quickly approached as you tried to fix up your room, figuring where your desk and bookshelves should go. Plus, nothing else really weird happened. You stayed up, busying yourself by decorating. When the banging started again. It was midnight

“Zoe!”

Fuck.

So, reality was hitting you. Were you crazy? Was this house fucking haunted. You never really believed in ghosts, but that wasn’t to say it didn’t scare the crap out of you. The door slammed open about, without a person there. You froze in place again, waiting for it to just appear again. It went straight to the closet again, banging loudly.

“Why are you doing this?” Similar words whimpering out of his mouth. You think about running into your parent’s room, like how you did when you were 5. But you were just stuck. The hallucination, or ghost, or whatever, had their back toward you. It was definitely a guy, his voice low and sort of nasally. He had shoulder length hair, you couldn’t tell if it was black or brown, and he was wearing a hoodie and jeans. He disappeared and the closet door slammed open, as it did the other night. Connor reappeared right in front of you, your eyes wide and just in utter shock.

He hissed: “Who the hell are you?” His eyes were a very dull blue with what seemed to be brown spot that now seemed more gray than anything. They were lifeless. Below was a nose that had a few bumps down the slope, and a wide mouth with a soft, but prominent cupid’s bow. His neck was even more visible than the night before, making your skin crawl as you peered at the purple mark that was the entire circumference of his neck. You subconsciously dug your nails into your palms, feeling pain within seconds. So you were definitely awake. Next was to test if this was a hallucination from sleep deprivation. You squeeze your eyes shut, as hard as you can you think your face might melt, scared to open them back up. He was still there, with a face of confusion mixing with anger. Okay, now it was ghost checking time. You gently went to put your arm through him, ghosts are just apparitions right? Your whole hand went through his body.

“W-what..?” he stuttered out, almost like a croak.

You pondered, how could he touch you but you couldn’t touch him. A realization came to you, causing you to jerk your hand back. He could hurt you but you can’t even defend yourself against him. Tears started to spill again.

“Please don’t hurt me.” you whimpered softly, completely submissive.

His eyes widen, freaked out that you thought he was trying to hurt you. “I’m not… I wouldn't…. how… what…” he was totally as confused as you were. Probably more scared than you, if that was even possible. This boy is dead and he doesn’t even know. The sound of footsteps approach your door, and the ghost was gone.

“Why is your light still on, sweetie?” your mother comes in, wincing from the brightness.

“Sorry, I’ll wrap it up soon.” you told her, again, like nothing was wrong. You quickly turned away, shielding your tears from her. She was oblivious and didn’t even notice. Your mom walks into your room, admiring your wall of old pictures of your friends.

“This is nice…” she says, trailing off knowing you weren’t happy with the move becasue you were an hour away from all your friends now. You hum meekly, not able to say a word about the topic. “I’m really sorry honey. It was just… You know your dad got this new job. And neither of us wanted to move your senior year but… We didn’t have a choice. You know that.”

“It’s fine, mom. I’ll meet new friends! And I’ll still have them! So I’ll have twice the amount of friends now.” you struggled to fake enthusiasm, but your mother’s density seemed to buy it

“Well. You gotta go to the new school tomorrow. It’s Monday now, so you gotta get up early. You can even take my car. Maybe I’ll ask your dad if he’d be willing to buy you your own! Uh? How about that.”

“Sounds great. That’d be really cool…” you tried to say with fervor, but it came off more sarcastic.

Your mom came over to you and planted a kiss on your forehead. “You know I love you, sweetie.” you nod in response as she turns to leave, turning the light out on the way out.

The boy didn’t come back again that night

—.

School sucked. You didn’t meet any new friends. Kids looked at you weird. The school was a lot bigger than your last one. You were late to one of your classes. And the walls were bare, with the exception of some random suicide prevention posters up. They gave you a sour taste in your stomach. The words “The Connor Project” almost screaming out to you as you passed them at the end of each hallway. Was Connor a kid at your school? Is? Was? That was even more disturbing to think about, there was a dead kid at your new school that everyone is probably mourning and you have no clue who this kid even was.

Unless.

No. No! That was completely ridiculous. Absolutely not.

Once you got home, you found yourself opening your laptop typing the name of the school and the name on the posters.

Connor Murphy -  Obituaries

You clicked the link, leading you to an obit from almost a year ago that contained a school picture.

Fuck.

The colored picture was a kid looking straight into the camera. A kid that had sad heterochromic eyes. A kid with a bumpy nose. A kid with a wide mouth with a define cupid’s bow. A kid was long brown shoulder length hair.

A kid that looked eerily similar to whatever you saw last night.

You ran downstairs. Your mom making god-knows-what in the kitchen with your dad.

“Did a kid kill himself in this house.” you blurted out. You didn’t want to put it that way. That sounded insensitive. But the words were already out there. You mom was shocked, eyes wide and she brought her lips in, as if she was sealing them. You’re dad pushed up his sleeves and tilted his head to the right, squeezing his eyes closed as if he was trying to read the lines he was about to tell you, like they were tiny little cue cards in his head.

“We should all sit down.” he calmly said. Good one, father. Rehearsed that perfectly. The three of you head over to the couch, you sitting on the chair opposite, like they were having an intervention for you that you started.

Your father started. “There was a family who lived here. The Murphy’s.” Christ. It’s been confirmed.

“They had two children. Zoe… and er…” your mom took control of the conversation but paused before saying his name. “and Connor.”

“Last year… Around this time. Connor…” Your mother covered her mouth, like she was going to start to cry. You wanted to roll your eyes at her fake sympathy. Your father took her hand.

“He hung himself, (y/n)”

Your mother chimes in, “(y/fathers/n)! You don’t have to be so brash. God! Sweetie, the young man, the Murphy’s son, committed suicide. He was very unhappy, sweetie. And if you’re ever going through anything-”

“Yeah, I know. I’ll talk to you guys about anything I’m going through or whatever.” You lied. Not necessarily about the depression bit, but more over on the side of telling them things. No way in hell were you going to tell them you thought the house was haunted. They’d think you were just paranoid. “Um… where did it happen?” They knew what you meant by it.

In his bedroom. Which, is my office now. That’s why we had you take the girls room. Just because you were destined to find out. And I know that wouldn’t sit right with you” Your dad said. You sighed, sinking back in your chair. After letting all the information set in, you went slowly back up to your room, pulling out your phone.

You googled: exorcists in my area.

Bad news was that this new town didn’t seem to have any exorcists nearby, and the closest one was about 3 hours away and charged a hell of a lot. Money you didn’t have. Money you couldn’t even ask your parents for because imagining what that conversation would be like was one that wouldn’t go. Not even well, just wouldn’t go. So you decided if you’re going to be living here for the next year before going off to college. It was ghost befriending time. You felt a little stupid typing into the search bar “how to befriend a ghost that doesn’t know he’s a ghost living in your house .” Nothing. You went for something more broad. “Befriending ghosts”. More, not many, results showed up, causing you to scan through them. You read almost every article on the first two pages. Even watched some videos (with headphones in case the parents would hear). Also, you may or may not have taken notes. It was getting late, and you heard your parents go to bed. Connor was going to knock any minute, your phone was at 11:59. You walked up to your door. And as soon as a knock happened, you swung it open. Connor angrily standing there, bewildered now.

“Shit.” he said under his breath. You signaled for him to come in. “I,” he paused. “What happened to Zoe? What happened to my parents? Where are they.” he was started to catch on, realizing  something was up.

Even though you were scared, you also felt like you owed him something. You weren’t sure why, but he needed to know. At least a little.

“They don’t live here anymore, Connor.”

“What… What are you saying. Where the hell are they? And… H-how do you even know my name?” he stammered over his words, not looking at me. I tried to avoid his neck.

“Connor… do you know what you are.”

“What the fuck do you mean?”

“Do you know what I’m talking about?” He ignores you. Instead, he’s focused on the mirror hung up on the wall. Shit, he can’t look at himself like that. He will freak. You follow his line of sight, seeing you. Just you. Of course, he wouldn’t be there. He’s not living.

“Oh my god…” he started to breath heavier and heavier, until tear start falling.

“I’m so-”

“Stop! This is some weird nightmare. Some weird long nightmare… That I’m only remembering bits and pieces of as I go more and more into my sleep. I’m going to wake up. I’m going to go to school. I’m going to live a miserable life and make everyone else miserable. I’m-” He’s basically wheezing for air. He fell to the ground, you going by his side, going to try to embrace him until he disappeared.

Well. That went superb.

It had been a couple of days, and you saw no sign of Connor. But you could still sense him lingering, the air always seeming colder when he was around. You’d call out his name. And… Nothing. It was like he was hiding.

Anyway, school was the same. But today was particularly bad, it was worse by one thousand percent than all the other days combined.

You overheard some kids talking in English. “It’s the anniversary.” one said, almost as if he was amused.

“Shut up. I don’t know why you think it’s so funny. You’re messed up.” a girl hissed at him.

“I’m just happy, that’s all.”

“Happy?” she was repulsed.

“Well, if you think about it. It was either us or him.” It clicked in you. They were talking about Connor.

“What the hell do you mean by that.” she asked. You asked the same question in your head. You pretended to look for a pencil inside your bag, turning your body 90 degrees so you could actually hear better as you rummaged through your bag.

The boy with glasses breathed out, “I mean that he would’ve shot up the school if he didn’t snap his neck. That’s what I mean.” the girl looked at him with utter disgust. “You act like that’s far-fetched.”

“Connor wasn’t like that. You didn’t know him.”

“Yeah, and you didn’t either.” they paused. You glanced back, trying to figure out why they stopped. They both peered over at you.

“Could you give us some damn privacy.” the boy growled. You quickly turned back, facing the front of the room, heart beating out of your chest. Shit. Shit. Shit. You already made an enemy, and you didn’t have any friends yet to comfort you. You held your breath for what seemed like the rest of class, zoning out of their conversation, the lecture, everything. The bell snapped you out of it. You tried to get out of there as quickly as possible.

“Hey.” a feminine voice called out. You turn around. It was the girl. “I’m really sorry about Jared. He’s a real jerk. I’m Alana.” She stuck out her hand, but you didn’t shake it. You couldn’t. Hand sweat levels were off the radar.

“I’m really sorry for eavesdropping. That was so not cool.” you blurted out.

“No! No, it’s fine, really.” she reassured you, making you comfortable enough to make eye contact. “I, uh, I know you’re new here. You’re (Y/N) (Y/L/N)! I’m not a stalker or anything i just have to know everyone’s name. I’m running for senior president!” she told you, getting off topic. Shaking her head, “Anyway, enough of the self-promo. Um, what lunch period do you have?

“3rd…” you told her.

“Oh me too! If you want, you can come sit with me.” you weren’t sure if she was being nice, piteous, or deceptive. But you accepted, you didn’t want to eat in the library for the following week, pretending to catch up on your new classes.

Lunch came around and you looked all over for Alana. She spotted you before you spotted her.

“(Y/N)!” she called out much louder than needed to, and everyone looked. Your day was just filled with embarrassment. You walk over, with your head down and sit across from Alana. The boy, Jared was there along with another boy who looked severely uncomfortable as well. You made a mental note, knowing that feeling all to well.

“Hey, Alana.” you decided against a verbal hello to the boys. So you just gave them a nod. Jared just kind of stared at you while the other kid smiled awkwardly back. This was weird. Alana was weird. Jared was weird. That kid was weird. And you were weird. All weird in different ways, so it made it even weirder. You all weren’t even on the same ‘weird’ page.

“So, (Y/N). Sorry about the whole ordeal I made in English.” Jared, the boy with glasses who yelled at you, said. It wasn’t a genuine apology. Alana gritted her teeth at him. “Since you’re new to this school, I’ll tell you a little of its history.” He said, almost demented. It reminded you of something the joker would say (Heath Ledger’s joker, may Heath Ledger rest in peace). “You see, today an important day. It’s the day we lost a fellow student. The anniversary of Connor Murphy’s death.” you gulped down. This was all way too much for you. “Great guy. Really added to the atmosphere here. You see all these kids mourning?”

No one seem to be upset. Oh… you got it. He was being sarcastic.

The awkward kid cut him off, “That’s enough.” he yelled, banging his hand on the table.

“Oh, Evan. I know you must be grieving greatly. You were his best friend after all.” Evan glared at Jared. So that’s his name. Everyone was dead silent. Like, the whole cafeteria. A girl got up and ran out. You swear to god, you recognized her. “Oh, look. Your girlfriend, Zoe. Aren’t you going to go get her?” Zoe? Fuck. Zoe was the sister. Evan followed her out, chasing behind.

“She still goes here.” you accidentally asked with concern aloud. Jared looked at you scarily, almost wanting to smirk. This conversation going exactly as he wanted.

“Oh! So you know about the Murphys? How’s that?”

“Jared, stop it.” Alana told him

“No!” he said, “How do you know about them?”

You couldn’t tell them. You weren’t about to let them know you live in that house. Jared would probably harass you some more.

“I- I don’t. I don’t know anything. I’m just gonna go-” you start to get up.

“No! You can’t go!” he announced. Alana pinched the bridge of her nose. “Tell us about it?”

“About what?” you asked back.

“Are you an idiot or something? The house. Alana told us you live in the house. Come on! Is it haunted? I feel like Connor was a troubled soul. Did you exorcise it? You really should look into that!” Your eyes darted over to Alana. She didn’t look at you. Is this why she wanted you to sit there. You jolted up, walking rapidly out of the cafeteria. You went to walk down one hallway but you saw Evan trying to comfort zone, which she seemed more tense and remote in his present. You could tell it would be better for Evan to just leave her alone, but you decided against interfering. You barely knew what the hell happened other than the death of this kid Connor.

School really sucked.

Hours past. It was about midnight and you couldn’t stop thinking about it. Really, you couldn’t stop crying. You started crying because of how no one seemed to be nice at this school, then you started bawling about how your old school was fine and how you missed all your friends and the familiarity and everything that this new place isn’t.

“Why are you crying.”

Your head shut up. Connor was at the end of your bed. He stared into the mirror. At nothing.

“You didn’t knock?” trying to make a joke but you accidentally let your voice crack.

The corners of his mouth pulled up, but quickly fell. He got straight to the point, “I’m dead, aren’t I?” he asked. All you had to do was look at him, and he got the answer from your eyes. He shut his eyes.

You wanted to get his mind off the matter. “School sucks. That’s why I’m crying, if you’re still curious.”

“If you go to the one I go to, you got that fucking right.” neither one of you corrected his wording of the present tense of “to go”. But you both knew.

“People are mean.” you murmured out.

“Yeah… I know.” he clenched his jaw. Shit. You guessed that school was a factor why he did… it. “Who was mean to you?”

“I don’t want to talk about that.”

“Then what do you wanna talk about because you don’t wanna talk about the fact I offed myself, so I’m kind of running out of conversation topics here.” You didn’t say anything. He squeezed his knuckles, digging his nails into his palms like you do sometimes. You didn’t know what to say, he kept going anyway. “It wasn’t Jared Kleinman, was it?” he asked bluntly. So that was his last name. “Fucking Christ, he’s such a dick.” his voice gets a little louder. Your face must of given it away. You made another mental note to show letting your thoughts show to easily. “Avoid him. Just ignore everything he says or does. You have to numb yourself at this school, okay.”

Your ghost was giving you survival tips on how to make it through senior year. It’s ironic, because, he didn’t exactly survive it himself. But this irony was not of the humorous sort. You felt sick.

“Hey, you alright?” He asked.

“Yes, I just feel dizzy.” the room really started to spin. It’s like you momentarily forgotten you were talking to a literal dead person and when you remember, you reacted the way any normal person would. You passed out.

“Hey, um, girl.” Connor never learned your name. “Hey, um. You aren’t dead too? Right.” Connor almost started to dryly smile to himself. “Because I’m the one who gets to haunt this house, not you.” He checked your pulse. It was strange. He seemed to be able to touch you, but you couldn’t touch him. He was having the same realization as you. He got up. Looking around your room for anything he could find more about you on. He looked along your walls, looking at pictures of you and your friends. There was one of you kisses some guys cheek. Connor got annoyed by it. Why did everyone have someone but him. He looked back at you, the unknown girl to him, and bought a cover up your body. Then disappearing

The following day of school, you guessed it, sucked. You’re starting to see a pattern here.

Alana tried talking to you again. You didn’t want to talk with her though, you didn’t even want to look at her. Jared just kind of would glance at you and quickly look away, guilt lingering in his stares. Then, Evan just kept his head down. Not that you were mad at him or anything. He didn’t do anything. Well, not to you. It seemed something was up with that awkward kid. Like, did he mess around with Zoe or was he a dick to Connor? He didn’t seem like either type, so you let it go.

Jared did approach you after school in the parking lot.

“(Y/N)!” he called out nervously. You kept walking, putting in your earphones to drown him out; drown everything out. You could tell he was still calling stuff out, but you couldn’t hear it over the lyrics of Karma Police. You felt a hand grasp your shoulder, turning you around roughly. Was this kid trying to fight you? He paused your music from your headphones. “Hey.” he said shyly.

“Please, just leave me alone.” You unpaused your music and started toward your car again. This time he ran in front of you, taking out your earphones.

“I’m sorry, (y/n). I don’t know why I was like that yesterday. Just, the whole Connor thing kind of tips me off.”

You cut him off not really caring to hear more, “It’s whatever. If you really wanna apologize, just leave me alone and that’d be more than enough.”

“Please, just wait. I don’t want you to think I’m this massive asshole. I mean, I am an asshole. But I was just vindictive yesterday. Something happened after Connor’s death. Something messed up that some kid did and, I uh, I helped him with it. And I still feel guilty. It was fucked up, and I’m still angry about it. So I took it out in you, god knows why.” His voice started to tremble. You started feeling bad, now.

“Jared, it’s fine.”

“It isn’t fine. None of it was fine. Evan got out of hand, and I was just as bad.”

Confused, you stated: “Evan didn’t really do anything.”

“Not yesterday. Before… The Connor Project. Fuck. Never mind, I’ll just see you tomorrow.” Jared quickly b-lined for his car. You stood there, not understanding one bit.

Maybe Connor will have some answers.

You took a nap when you got home. You haven’t been getting much sleep, and you knew you’d have to wake up at midnight to talk to Connor. Your life was getting weird.

You woke up to a weight at the edge of your bed. Your eyes fluttered open, Connor sitting before you. His hair in front of his face looking at one of your old yearbook. The one from 9th grade.

“You look really different now.” he simpered. Everyone’s 9th grade picture was cringy. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N).” Drawing out each name.

You tore it out of his hands. “So is this how you haunt people? Humiliation? Because the average ghost would flicker the lights on and off, or throw my valuables at me, or write murderous things in my wall with my cat’s blood.”

“You have a cat?”

“You missed the point.”

“Are you really trying to tell me how to be a proper ghost? Because I don’t believe you have that sort of experience under your belt.” he slyly stated.

Without even thinking (which you really should have fucking done), you remarked back, “says the one trying to tell me how to survive high school.” your eyes widen. Did you really just fucking say that. His jaw clenched, digging his nails into his palms, knowing he wouldn’t feel a thing. “Shit. that was supposed to be a joke. But I suppose jokes are funny, and that was just-”

He cut you off, “This sucks. This still sucks so much and I’m still in so much pain. But I can’t even hurt myself. I’m just stuck. Afterlife fucking suck. But high school was so bad, my family was so unbearable, I was so insufferable. Everything was starting to feel not real, I was numbing myself. No one was there for me. No one gave two shits about the freak. No one ever reached out. I had no one. No one to talk to. No one to vent to. No one.”

Your heart started hurting.  An “I’m sorry.” was all you could muster out.

“It’s too late.”

“I know….” you paused. You understood how he felt. Being alone. Being with people didn’t even stop that feeling. But you weren’t about to tell him that. “Do you know an Evan Hansen.” There you went with the present tense again.

The lights started to flicker, you would’ve made a joke if you both weren’t having a serious conversation about it. “Yeah.” he said simply, trying to not get angry. There was pause between the both of you before he continued. “I thought he might’ve been a nice kid. He wasn’t. He made fun of me just like everyone else… With this note. God, that stupid fucking note.”

“What did the note say.”

“Doesn’t matter. It was some prank. Jared probably put him up to it. They just wanted to get in my head.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Stop saying that.”

“I’m sorry.” He whipped his head at you, “Shit, I mean-”

“It’s fine, (Y/n). Just… try not to. Or whatever. I don’t give a fuck what you do or don’t do. Why’d you ask about Evan?”

“Jared brought him up to me today-”

Connor cut you off, “I thought I told you to avoid that fucking kid. He’s not a nice guy.”

“I tried. No, I tried. He like, hunted me down in the parking lot. Apologizing and telling me some stuff.”

“Don’t listen to him. He’s probably trying to make some joke. He thinks he’s the fucking class clown but he’s not even funny.” he paused, curious about what he might have said. “What was the stuff he told you.”

“Um…” you didn’t know whether to tell him about the Connor Project. It was obviously about him, but he didn’t seem to be fond of anyone at his school. Not even his sister. Now wasn’t the right time to bring that up. You know he’d be pissed about it. And now, it pissed you off, feeling like it was a pity project to make people feel better that no one actually cared about Connor.

“Woah, easy.” Connor said, sort of aggressively. He pulled your fingers off your palms, finding little red marks indenting your skin, the skin slightly broken. He brushed his fingers over the marks, you didn’t even realize you started to do that “I do the same thing. It just doesn’t hurt anymore.”

Connor didn’t re-ask what Jared told you. You two kind of talked about random stuff the rest of the night. Like your family (who were very different but similar in the rich neglectful way), your old lives (his living and yours where you used to live), and then music (which surprisingly was very similar! How many people can say their house ghost has a good taste in music. I’d take a wild guess and say next to none!) You stayed up until three, and both of you were getting tired (ghosts need sleep too apparently, existing in that form is draining.) You fell asleep first, curling up your body in a fetal position on your full size bed while Connor sat crossed legged. Before he disappeared, he had the realization that you were cute. Which wasn’t going to be good, finding you attractive.



“(Y/N)?” Jared whispered behind you. Snapping at you to get your attention. “Hey (Y/N) Pst! Hey, hey, (Y/N)!” he started yelling-whispering. “Heeeee-”

“What, Jared?” you hissed back. He leaned back in his desk, smiling widely at you in a goofy way.

“Wanna be partners?” he asked, pretending like you never said to leave you alone.

“Aren’t you usually with Alana?”

“She’s at some Student Council field trip for like three days, so I thought since neither of us have partners. Then we should just group up.”

You corrected him “You can’t find a partner.”

“Oh, I forgot. You’re miss popular. I mean, look at all the people begging to be your partner. What? You want me to get on my knees, profess my dire need of your partnership? Huh?”

“No don’t-” …And the boy was on his knees, making a scene.

“Oh, sweet merciful goddess of forgiveness. Please take mercy in me and take me on as your burden. Rise me up through the ashes and make me anew. Oh-”

“Okay okay. Please just stop… whatever you were just doing. Bring a desk over here.” you quickly told him, getting up to stop. You tried to hide your face. Half the class chuckled while the other rolled their eyes. So this was typical. Connor did tell you he was the class clown type. Though, Connor would’ve been a part of the half to roll their eyes.

The two of you started working. It was a MacBeth project. Recreating some scene in a modern day aspect. Jared wouldn’t shut up because how lame it was. Though, as you wrote the script, he would put his two cent on what memes to add. You ignored him.

You couldn’t help but to think about what Jared was telling me yesterday. You knew it was none of your business, but you couldn’t help to feel curious. Especially since you, well know Connor.

“Jared.” you said, not looking up from the paper you were writing on. “Um, what’s the Connor Project?”

He shifted awkwardly in his seat, “It’s a dead club.” You knew if he didn’t feel guilty about the whole thing, he would have chuckled at his accidentally pun. “The posters are still up just to make everyone feel better. Like the schools doing something when no one is.”

“Well, why isn’t anyone running it.”

“Why are you so curious about it all of the sudden. You didn’t want me to talk to you at all yesterday now you’re asking me questions about this. What’s the catch?”

“There isn’t one… I’m just… I don’t know. You, Alana, Evan, and Zoe just were really beat up about it. But no one else seemed to even flinch or bat an eye. Did Connor mean a lot to you.” you weren’t sure why you were asking questions you knew the answers too, people do that a lot to hear what they wanna hear.

“I don’t wanna to talk about it.” No one wanted to talk about anything, you thought.

“I see.”

Jared remarked: “You don't…”

“Why’s that.”

“You don’t know anything that went down. You know some kid killed himself and Evan started the Project. Which is now dead. T-the project, that is.”

“Well, I don’t know anything because no one will tell me.” You thought to yourself for a minute, waiting for a response. Evan started it. But Connor said that Evan wrote that mean note-

“Can we just get back to working in this stupid project.”

You complied. You still had no answers, a fuck ton of questions, and a memeless MacBeth project.

You got home later that day around 3. Connor was already in your room.

“You’re up early.” you say unphased. I mean, come on. A ghost lives in your house and you talk to him daily, what else could phase you at this point.

“Yeah, I haven’t really figured out why though.” he mumbled. He’s lying on your bed, staring at your ceiling. You notice scars all on his forearms. You don’t say anything. “I think my body thought it was 12 at night, when it was really 12 in the afternoon. I’ve been laying here for about 3 hours waiting for you to get home. Why don’t you have a clock in here.”

“Because I have a phone.”

“Yeah, but you don’t even have an alarm clock.”

“My phone is my alarm clock.”

He changed the subject, “How’s school.”

You shrugged your shoulders, looking around at everything other than him. He looked tired and so beat up. It made you incredibly sad. Connor caught on

“Is there a reason you won’t look at me.” he said, annoyed by your distance. “Am I that ugly?” That’s when you realized. Your ghost was cute. But he was hard to look at, seeing all the pain he had to go through. You wanted to start crying for him in a way. But what gave you the right to cry. Also, why did you refer to him as your ghost.

You made yourself make eye contact. Connor noted to himself that if he were alive, he would’ve blushed. But there is no blood running through his body anymore. “You happy. I’m just stressing out about this MacBeth project.”

“The modernization one?”

“Yeah, you did it?”

“I received it.” he said dryly, understanding what he meant. You looked away. He noticed. “Um, you had to partner up with someone right? Who’d you group with?” he asked, trying to steer back the conversation on the right road.

You couldn’t tell him, so you lied: “Alana. I’m not sure what her last name is.”

“Beck. It’s Alana Beck. You’ll ace that one. You’ll just have to deal with her annoying ass.” you smiled at him, reconnecting your eye contact.

“She seems okay.” you lied. You were still mad about what happened at lunch, and how she told Jared about your personal life. So you didn’t care for her.

“She’s, like, obsessed with how people see her.”

“Aren’t we all.”

“You don’t seem that way.”

“I am. I really want to make friends at this school.”

“No one’s worth your time…” he paused, going into a deep thought than coming out of it. “Alana, though. She does all this shit so other people think she’s this kind person like food drives. You know, that kind of shit. But she only does it for bonus points, like, so she can put it all on her college application.” You wondered if she was a part of the Connor Project?

“I mean, at least sees doing something.”

“But she’s not sincere about any of it. She doesn’t care.” he looked really sad again. Not even sad just empty. “I'm… I’m  just gonna go.”

“Wait, Con-” and he disappeared. Then, you felt really alone.

You tried facetiming your old friends. No one was able to pick up. It was Friday. And Fridays at your old town meant bonfire nights. Ugh, it was probably the first fire of senior year, and you were missing it. You were missing all of it. You went on instagram to see all their pictures. First, you looked at the old ones. Then the newer ones. The ones showing you weren’t missed. You noticed a message.

Jared Kleinman wants to send you a message.

Ew. No.

You read it anyway.

@JaredKleinmeme: hey i realized that this has to be a rough draft by monday and we only have half of it done. So we gotta meet up over the weekend. I would say my house but my moms are redoing our floors. So idk where you wanna meet.

No way were you coming here. Connor would have a fit. But you can’t borrow he car over weekends because your mom and dad both work during the day.

You got to message back.

Do you have a car? I don’t think we can come to my house?

He typed back within seconds.

No, i don’t. My parents only let me use theirs when i go to school.

Shit. Sure we can’t do yours???

Positive

Connor only ever seems to be in your room. Maybe if you guys stayed downstairs he’d never know.

Okay. We will make mine work.

Jared came over Saturday. You guys stayed in your living room. Everything was fine until your mom left.

Jared was focused on his computer. Writing out the rough draft.

Connor appeared at the stairs.

“Oh my god!” you screamed out, making Jared jump.

“What the hell?” Jared goes to look, but you grab his head to make him look at you. He turned flush.

“Sorry! I’m still getting adjusted to this house. Sometimes I just think I see things.”

Jared gets serious, “You don’t think it’s, like…. haunted or anything.”

He’s onto you. “Jared. Stop being ridiculous. I didn’t mean it like that.” Shit. Why did you make up that excuse?

“Yeah..” he chuckled meekly. “Sorry… I’m just… paranoid. Connor didn’t like me. For valid reasons. I wasn’t exactly nice to the guy-” a crash sounded upstairs. In a flash, Jared started collecting his stuff. “I-I-I’ll finish the project at home, just don’t worry about.”

“Jared. That was just my cat! It’s fine.” you lied. You didn’t have a cat.

“I know that this is going to sound crazy, but just in case Connor is haunting your house. He probably is a vengeful ghost and will kill me. I really have to go, okay. I’ll email you the script.” he practically ran out of your house. Connor popped up right in front of you as the door shut behind Jared, causing you to stagger back surprised.

“What the hell, (Y/N)?!” he fumed.

“No! What the hell to you, Connor!” you matched his anger. “Don’t do that shit when I have people over. Jared thinks you’re haunting the house now.”

“Well, aren’t I?” he hissed, “I can’t believe you lied to me. God, literally I told you to talk to anyone but him. But not only are you his friend, you’re inviting him over to your goddamn house. Are you trying to fuck him or something. That fucking virgin probably itching you to fuck him.” Connor was completely out of hand.

“What the actual hell, Connor. What’s your fucking problem!

“Jared! Jared fucking Kleinman is my fucking problem, (Y/N)!”

“Well he’s gone, thanks for that by the way! Just an FYI, I’d never even hug Jared if my life depended on it, let alone try and have sex with him. So, drop it!”

“Then what was he doing here.”

“A project! A stupid MacBeth one.”

“You told me you were working on that with Alana?”

Shit

You story fell through. “Shit… I… You know I couldn’t have told you.”

“Why are you working with him then?”

“Because he was the only one left in the class. Are you done interrogating me? Because now i have to worry about how to tell people my house isn’t being haunted by some freak.” You froze, your hands covering your mouth as if you could shove that last word back in, pretending you never said it.

“Go fuck yourself.” He screamed his voice cracking. You couldn’t believe you let that word leave your mouth. Especially directing it at Connor. You fucked up.

You didn’t see Connor for a full week. You tried apologizing, knowing he had to be around somewhere. He was. He always was. He’d watch you at all times. He’d watch you sit and watch TV, eat dinner with your family, watch you sleep, and write in your journal. You always felt his presence, the air always felt a little colder when he was around.

You couldn’t stand not talking to him.

The following Friday came. You looked at your friends pictures online. Then, you looked at the people from your new school pictures. And then you looked in the mirror. Coming face to face with yourself. All alone. Tears started rolling down your cheeks. You were so alone, it started to ache. Even your parents were out doing things.

You started talking out loud. “I’m so sorry, Connor. I didn’t mean that. I was… I don’t even know why I said it. I don’t believe that at all. I miss talking to you. You’re the only friend I have here and I miss you so goddamn much. I’m an idiot for saying that and I should never talk again because I always screw up and I’m the worst and I’m sorry I’m the person who moved into this house because I’m just like the people at our school. I belong there, I suppose. Even though I’m an outcast, a fucking loser. I am the freak Connor.”

“I guess we are both freaks then.” he appeared next to you on your bed. How didn’t you notice the weight before.

Tears burst out, and you cried loud. “I’m so sorry. You’re not a freak.” Connor brought you into a hug. You were shocked at first, his cold exterior touching you. You slowly put your arms around him. Not wanting to go through him.

You didn’t.

You were hugging him. Touching him.

“Connor?” you muffled into his chest.

“Mhm?” his face was buried in your hair.

“How am I touching you?”

“I think I’m letting you. I don’t really know. I don’t have a ghost manual.”

“That would’ve been handy.” the two of you chuckle lightly. But yours came out really weird because you were still crying. He squeezed you tighter.

“Can I tell you something?”

“Anything.”

“I read your diary…” you disconnect from him, staring into his eyes, bewildered.

“You did what?”

He continued. “While you were at school today. I was going through your room. And I found your black book, noticed there was writing in it. And I kind of read it all.”

“You… read… all of it?” You weren’t even mad. What you felt was worse, you were mortified.

“We never talk about your problems. I don’t know. I didn’t know you felt that way… So alone.”

You were beyond mortified. You couldn’t believe he read the entirety of your diary. “Oh god….”

“Don’t be embarrassed. I’m not gonna tell anyone. um… I mean I can’t. You’re the only person I talk to. Because I’m dead-”

“I get it, Connor.” you squeezed the bridge of your nose, not wanting to look at him. You wrote about everything in there.

“You don’t want to… you know. Um. Commit suicide.” Your head shot up, meeting his eyes. He looked so worried and sad. “Because, coming from me, it’s not at all worth it. Um, it didn’t solve anything. I almost wish I didn’t fucking do it. All I had to do was wait another year. Go to college. Pay for my own therapy. I could’ve done it. I was just so…. lost… and alone…. I couldn’t see a future. But you’re really great. You’re amazing. You’re like the best person I’ve ever met. And I wish I would’ve known you when I was alive. Maybe…. just maybe…” he quickly shut his mouth, knowing if he finished his sentence, he’d break. He turned away, knowing the tears that were welling up in his eyes were about to fall. You grabbed his hand, silently reassuring that it was okay to cry. Neither of you said anything for the rest of the night. You both just laid in your bed, staring up at the ceiling, innocently holding hands.

Both of you felt a sense of belonging for the first time in a while.

You shot up from sleeping the next morning, Connor’s body gone.

He read your diary. Fuck. You wrote about that one kid Tyler at your old school. That weird, awkward, awful sexual encounter with Tyler. Oh, my god. You’re humiliated.

He didn’t bring it up all weekend though - thank god - hopefully he never would. But then school came around Monday.

“Hey, um, (Y/N)?” a voice questioned you from behind Turning around, your eyes met Zoe Murphy’s. Shit. “I’m Zoe… er Murphy.”

“Yeah, um. I remember you. From the house sale, that is.” you stammered. Why was she talking to you.

“Oh, cool. Um, are you eating with anyone at lunch today? Because, I wanted to see if you wanted to sit with my friends and I? I’m just super confused on what we are doing in here and you seem to be the only one in class who actually knows what’s going on. And I’m trying to get in Juilliard, and I need to show them I’m not only good at playing in the Jazz band, but also at astrophysics. But if you’re busy, or sitting with other people, I totally understand.”

You shifted in your seat. You weren’t busy or sitting with others. But you didn’t want to sound pathetic. “I’m behind on some work-”

“Oh…” she looked incredibly sad. Like almost Connor-level sad. “That’s fine. Sorry, it was probably really weird for me to ask you like that-”

“No! N-no no no. It’s fine. Actually, I can sit with you! I’m not that behind.”

She smiled slightly, almost so subtly; you’d miss it if you blink. “Awesome! I sit at the first table by the window near the gym. Or, um, I could meet you-”

“Nope, I’ll just come to the table.”

“Sweet.” she nodded her head. “Um, I’ll see you there then?”

“Yeah… Um, for sure.” you said with weak excitement. Zoe waved and walked in the opposite direction.

What does she want now? People just don’t invite others to randomly sit with them. . Especially not the girl who moved into your old house who hangs out with your dead brother. Unless of course if you’re Alana and you wanted something out of it. Did Zoe want something more than a lesson in astrophysics from you?

The first half of the day dragged on, you not really being there entirely because your thoughts kept drifting off to Zoe, or Connor, or Jared, Alana, or even Evan. Didn’t Jared say something about Evan dating Zoe, and Connor said something about a mean note from Evan. Nothing made sense. You weren’t just a step behind, you were a full mile.

Lunch finally came, and you found Zoe right away. She was watching the door for you to come. There were a few of her friends at the table. They all smiled and said hi when you sat down. You caught none of their names. Zoe forced a conversation out of you. She kind of reminded you of your old friends: nice, pretty, talkative, cool without trying. You told her that. She smiled bigger, almost more subtly. In the middle of your explanation of spectroscopy, she interrupted you.

“(Y/N), what are you doing after school?”

Hanging out with your dead brother. You decided to go with: “Um, nothing I can think of.” instead.

“Cool. Um, do you wanna maybe hang out after? Um, we can get coffee? If you uh, like coffee.” she asked, you couldn’t help but to think it was a trap.

“I do, I do. But I have to get the car back for my mom in time for her to go to work-”

“I could pick you up. I mean, I know where you live.” she tried chuckling.

You didn’t know how to get out of this one. And a small part of you yearned for any type of friendship between the living. “Uh… are you sure? I could ask if my mom could just drop me off?”

Zoe reassured you, “No! No, it’s fine. It’s not out of the way.”

“Only if you really want to.”

“Yeah, of course! Do you wanna go right after school?”

“Do you actually just wanna follow me to my, er, the house?” you felt weird using personal pronouns when it previously belonged to her. She nodded, not bothered by it though.

You regretted it as soon as you made the official plan. This was gonna be weird.

This was weird.

Zoe followed behind, even though she knew the way better, she probably knew the back roads. You parked the car in the driveway, and quickly got in hers. She was staring at the house, looking at Connor’s room window.

“I live in that one.” Pointing at her old room, knowing it was hers, to distract her from Connor.

“That was mine!” She says excited. “The closet’s really nice.”

You forced out a laugh, sounding real enough. “I know! I love it. Most of my clothes are still in boxes because I’m just too lazy to put them all away.”

“No way! Me too. More than half of them are still in tubs on my floor. My mom is so annoyed by it. She’ll probably hang them up soon if I don’t.”

“My mom would never do that. She’s been in my room once. Maybe twice. She doesn’t really care what I do.” Zoe frowns at this. “N-not like she doesn’t care about me or anything. Just like what I do. I have more freedom than I know what to do with?”

“Oh… That’s actually really cool. Do you want to come to a party on Friday then?” Zoe blurted out, feeling like she had been too forward.  

“Um…” you hadn’t been to a party since your old town. What were these parties like. How do you dress? How do you act here?

“You could come over to my house, er, new house and get ready with me and the girls.” she made it sound appealing. This was a chance to meet friends.

“Yeah. Um, I’ll think about it.” Or this was a chance for everyone to find you weird. You were caught in the middle of your two-sided thoughts.

“Cool.” she stated pulling into the coffee shop. “I go here all the time. They have really good Matcha Tea. I’m not a huge coffee or tea person, but Matchas really good.”

The two of you went in, ordered (both getting Matcha, Zoe was right, it was really good), and sat down. It was odd at first. It felt like an awkward blind date that neither party wanted to be there. But after a while, you warmed up. You told her all about your old town, school, and friends. She told you about your new town, your school, and her friends.

“What are parties like here, anyway?” you gushed. “I’ve only been to parties where I know everyone. We play pong, drink, couples hookup in bathrooms, and then everyone talks about it at school the following Monday on who won at pong, who got blackout, and who had sex.”

She laughed wholeheartedly, “It’s basically the same. But we play flip cup.”

“Shit, I don’t know the rules for that.”

“Don’t worry. It’s easier than pong. Just watch what the people do before you.”

You both laugh, having genuine fun. She didn’t ask anything from you. Or use you for her advantage.

Something was off.

But you left it alone. She drove you home. It was around 8. You knew you had to work on some homework before bed, even through her protests. She told you to keep sitting with her at lunch, if you wanted to. You agreed.

You walked into your house smiling.

“Why was Zoe’s car in front of the house?”

Connor asked, scaring you half to death the minute you entered your room.

“God. You need to stop just popping up. You’re going to give me a heart-attack.”

“What? So you wanna hang out with her now? Are you sick of me? Did she tell you things about me. All the terrible things I did to her? Did you talk about me? No, that’d be ridiculous. She’d think you were crazy.”

There Connor went off again, rambling out his anxieties. “Slow down, Connor. We didn’t talk about you at all. You didn’t even come up.”

“Of course I didn’t, why would she talk about me. She’s probably glad I’m gone.

“That’s not true at all. The day… The Anniversary. She was crying in school. And she just looks sad all the time.” his face fell with even more grief. “Not like… ‘All the time’, like just when she thinks about you.”

“I thought you guys didn’t talk about me.”

“We didn’t. Sometimes you can just tell.”

“She wants something, (Y/N).”

“Like what. If she did, she would’ve asked today, not asked if I wanted to sit with her at lunch or go to this stupid party on Friday.”

“You’re going to a party? Who’s house?”

“Maybe… and I don’t know? I don’t even know if I’m going.”

“Don’t. Nothing ever good happens at party.”

“Are you, like, a party expert?” you ridiculed.

“Shut up. I’ve heard what happens.”

“I’m headstrong, Murphy. Now get out, I have to change.”

“I’ve seen you change before…” he said nonchalantly.

You turned red, “What!?” you hissed.

“I thought you knew I was there. You just walked in and threw off your shirt and pants.”

“Oh my god.” you held your head in your hands.

“ I tried to leave, but i still have to open doors to get to places. A common misconception about ghosts by the way. Or I just haven’t figured it out yet…” he didn’t realize your embarrassment, continuing to ramble.

You cut him off, “You’ve seen me naked?” you exclaimed.

“No! Just bra and underwear! Not full on. Not like Tyler.”

“Tyler?” you asked confused, then it hit you. “Oh my god!” You run to your bed, burrowing your face from all the humiliation. “Get out, you perv!” You shouted, throwing a pillow through him. “Wait how can things go through you if you can’t go through them?”

“Exactly what you said. Things can go through me, but I can’t go through them. Or at least I haven’t figured it out.”

You didn’t actual care at that moment, your distress taking over of all other worries. “Oh my god. Just get out.” you groaned, huffing into a body pillow.

He laughed as he closed the door, letting you get changed. “Lemme know when you’re done.”

You wait a minute, making sure you can’t sense him in your room. He may have been lying about the whole he couldn’t go through things. That’s when you decided. You were definitely only going to change  in your closet from now on.

Friday came. Sitting with Zoe at lunch was a lot of fun. She never brought up Connor or the house. I mean, why would she bring Connor up to you? To her knowledge, you don’t know him. You went home and immediately started getting ready for the party.

“Are you really going to that stupid fucking thing.” Connor groaned.

“Yes.” you mumbled, doing your hair in your mirror.

“Wouldn’t you rather hang out with me.” he huffed, lying on your bed, reading something.

“We hang out every day.” You looked over at him, realizing your diary was in his hands. “S-stop reading that.” you turned red, getting up and tackling him, trying to get it out of his hands. He held his one arm out, using the other to gently stop you. Your whole body was basically straddling him. Then, he turned red. Well, as much color as a ghost could get. You finally retrieved it, not noticing his bashfulness. “Ha!” you announced. Closing the book and putting in back on your bookshelf.

Connor just fell back on your bed, just staring at you. He never noticed how your hair framed your face, or how your eyes got all sparkling when you were happy, or how the corners or your mouth would twitch up when you blushed, revealing subtle dimples.

“What are you looking at. Looks like you’ve seen a ghost.” you joked, laughing at it yourself.

“Stay here. With me.” he asked vulnerable.

You paused, his tone throwing you off. You shook it off. “Come on, Con. You know I gotta go out and seem social. People are gonna start to think that I’m staying home all the time to hang out with my only friend, who’s a ghost.” You’d never called him Con before. He liked it.

“Not a chance people are going to start thinking that…” he smiled, finding that scenario completely ridiculous. And finding you completely perfect.

“I’ll be home tomorrow! All day, and we can play video games or watch movies downstairs when my parents leave.”

“Why do that tomorrow? When you could do that tonight?” Connor kept trying. You walked over to him, giving him the ever so lightest peck on his forehead. His stomach felt like it was filled with butterflies. He got that saying now.

“Tomorrow, Connor. I promise.” A beep came out from outside. “That’s your sister. I gotta go. How do I look?”

“Perfect.” he said glumly, but he meant it fully.

“I’m serious, Connor.”

“Me too…” you looked at him funny. “Go, she’s going to honk again. She’s the most impatient person ever.”

“Okay, okay.” you stood before the mirror, brushing your hair in the front, then to the back, then to the front again. Letting out a big, nervous sigh, then heading toward the door. “Bye-bye Murphy. Don’t have too much fun without me!” you called out, your door slamming shut behind you. Connor looked out the window. He meet eyes with Zoe, who was staring straight at her old room window, making what seemed like eye-contact with him. He basically ducked to the floor.

Once you got in the car, Zoe seemed panicked. “Hey, what’s wrong? Are you good.”

She quickly faked a smile, “Yeah! No, I’m good! We gotta pick up the rest of the girls.” Something was up with her.

The night sped by. You got the girls, went back to Zoe’s, touched up hair and makeup, and went to the party. It was actually only like three blocks away from your house. You were all immediately handed shots as soon as you guys walked through the door. And then a red solo cup of beer. And then a mixed drink. This house party was a lot bigger than the ones back home. You had to drink more to feel comfortable, and you sort of blacked out. Coming in and out of consciousness. At one point you were playing flip cup (and dominating), then you were doing a beer bong with Zoe (the girl somehow beat you there, not coming across as the drinking type), then you ended up in a bathroom. On a counter. With your legs and arms around some guy. Who was making out with you. What the heck were you doing.

“Connor?” You drunkenly said.

“No, er, Jared.” that sobered you up. You shoved him off, crossing your arms.

“Oh, my God. No.” you wiped off your mouth. “Hell, no. What the fuck Jared?”

“You started making out with me first. Why the hell did you just call me Connor.” Shit. Why did you call him Connor. You jumped off the counter and stormed out of the room. Someone grabbed you by the shoulder.

“(Y/N)! I’ve been looking for you.” Zoe slurred. You tried focusing on her face, but it was spinning.

“Listen, Zoe. I gotta go home.” you said back, definitely slurring your words too.

“No! You can’t!”

“Yeah, I gotta the other girls are here. You’ll be fine.”

“No, it’s not that. I need to ask you about Conmor.” She mispronounced his name, somehow slurring an M into it.

“What do you mean. I didn’t know him Zoe.” you said nervously

“No. You do. Jared told Alana that you said you see things. And there was a bang in your house and you pretended it was a cat. But you’ve never talked about a cat before. It was like you were trying to cover up. And you kept asking questions.”

“No. No it’s not like that. I just see the posters every day.”

“I saw him, (Y/N)! And you just remind me of him. Like, not like you’re mean but like, I don’t know, your humor. Like, you say things Connor would from time to time. And sometimes, I swear you smell like him. It’s like you talk to him. And I saw him, (y/n), in your room.”

Shit. Shit shit shit. You were in deep shit. Everyone is going to think of you as a fucking ghost whisperer. You had to fix it.

You started laughing, cackling.

“Zoe. Are you serious right now? Are you that drunk? We gotta find you a bed. God, you’re a treat. I haven’t laughed this hard since my old town. Wow.” you pretended to wipe a tear from your eye, humming out the last bit of fake laughs. “I’ll see you Monday.” You turned around and your smirk fell. You had to get out of there. You stumbled down the stairs. Looking for where you came in. Why does being drunk make you lose motor control and your sense of direction?

You somehow made it out and you were walking back home, tripping over your own two feet. You didn’t even realized you made it inside until you had to throw up. You bolted upstairs, going to bathroom and letting all the different kinds of alcohol up from your stomach into the toilet bowl

“(Y/N)?” You rose your head up. Shit, was that your dad.

“Occupied, Dad.” you called out, feeling like that didn’t sound drunk at all. It sounded very drunk.

“Let me in, it’s Connor. Your parents aren’t here.”

“No. I’m gross right now.” you whined out. You were too drunk to talk to him. “I don’t want you to see me like this.”

“Who the fuck am I going to tell. The dead bugs in your window?”

“I don’t care about who you tell. I’m scared of what you’ll think of me.” There was a pause. “Connor?”

“Let me in, (Y/N).” he said so gently and nice, that itself almost made you blush. You crawl over to the door, using the knob to pick you up and then unlock it, not even realizing you locked it in the first place. Connor opened it slowly, peeking his head in as if we didn’t want to startle you. You leaned against the wall, pointing a finger at him.

“I drank a lot.” you confessed, trying to smile and act not as drunk as you were.

“Yeah, I can smell it. Are you ok-” you interrupt his sentence by running to the toilet. He followed behind, holding your hair behind you. He saw that in a movie once. He patted your back, which made you smile into the toilet.

“Isn’t it gross that we put our face so close to the toilet when we puke.” you joked, which did derive a laugh about of him.

“You’re drunk, (Y/N).”

“I know.” you lean your head against the toilet set. “Will you help me up? I wanna brush my teeth and gargle.” Connor complied, helping you up by the waist and leading you over to the sink. You got your blue tooth brush and started brushing.

“Uh, (Y/N)… You forgot the toothpaste.” he shyly told you. You started to laugh.

“Oh yeah, can you help?” he picked up the toothpaste for you and squeezed (a lot) on. Round two: you started brushing again. Making a lot of toothpaste foam. Connor just laughed. Looking at you in the mirror, only slightly annoyed he couldn’t see himself. Even like this, with all that shit dripping out of your mouth, you still looked pretty to him. He wondered what he looked like. It this state he’s in. He noticed he still had the scars on his wrists. He couldn’t help but wonder about his neck. He couldn’t help to think it’d be unfair for him to be able to look at you all the time and you had to look at the mess he was.

You brought him out of his thoughts, “Connor.”

“Mhm?”

“Stop staring at me. You’re making me self-conscious.” you blushed madly in the mirror. He looked away, allowing you to spit all the toothpaste out of your mouth. You slowly turned the water on, missing the handle the first try, and rinsed you mouth off. You took the Listerine and just started drinking it. Connor quickly took it away from you. You gargles the rest of what you had in your mouth as Connor reached for the cup. You almost spit all over his arm, if he wasn’t able to let stuff go through him.

“I’m glad you a ghost in that instance. Because that would’ve sucked.” He noted you said instance, but didn’t say anything. He walked you to your room, “How many people can say there dead best friend helps their drunk selves out. Zero. I win!” you giggled.

Connor rolled his eyes, “You’re going to be hung over tomorrow.”

“Nooooo…” you retort, as if you were a child.

He sniggered, “We aren’t going to be able to play games or watch movies. Guess I’m going to have to read your diary again.”

“Connor! Anything but that. I’ll stay awake. The less drunk I am when I go to sleep, the less hung over I’ll be. Science.” you told him, realizing the two of you were on your bed.

“No, you should go to sleep. The longer you sleep, the less hung over you’ll be. That’s Science.”

“But I don’t wanna go to sleep.”

“And why’s that.”

“Because I want to talk to you more.”

“We can talk tomorrow.”

“No.” You rise up, your face getting close to Connors. “I wanna talk now.” you whisper.

“A-about.” Connor stammered out. You were so close to him. He’d never been this close to anyone.

“Everything…” you close the distance, placing your lips on his. He’d never kissed anyone before. He never thought he would when he was dead. He kissed back for a split second, until he remembered.

He was dead. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t let you kiss a fucking dead person. He was probably cold and disgusting. He broke the kiss.

“I’m so sorry!” you panicked, creating unwanted distance between the two of you.

“Why did you do that.” Connor hissed, getting up and pacing.

“I don’t know. I’m- I’m sorry. I’m drunk.”

“Don’t ever do that again.” Connor jumped up and stomped out the door, disappearing mid-shut.

You were mortified. Your thoughts raced, thinking of everything that happened, until you passed out from all the alcohol.

Easy

REQUEST: Hi! Can you do one where Harry is upset about his family or anxiety or something and you ask him to let you in? Something fluffy? Thanks!



You’d never seen Harry get angry before.

You’d been dating for about three months now and you’d never heard him raise his voice. Even though he was just about to start promo season for his new single and was about to announce his upcoming album and tour, the man never doubted himself. You could tell that he absolutely loved his work, because he never showed even a flicker of resentment towards any aspect of it—he had the patience of a saint, where you would have lost it by now if you were in his shoes.

But there was a first time for everything.

You were driving over to his flat for an quiet evening together. You’d barely seen one another that entire week prior because of his hectic schedule, and you were looking forward to finally getting him alone. You couldn’t lie, you’d been feeling a tad bit neglected and it had been starting to get to you. You knew that when you agreed to date a rock star boyfriend it wouldn’t come without it’s downsides, but you were starting to feel like you weren’t a priority anymore. Which is why when he called and suggested an evening together, you felt over the moon.

You walked into the apartment without knocking—you’d stopped doing that during the second month—and shrugged off your sweater while you slipped off your shoes.

“Harry!” You called out into his home, walking into the kitchen to set down the bottle of wine that you’d picked up. The two of you had planned to make sangria that night along with dinner—you set your purse down on the counter and exhaled a soft huff at his absence before deciding to go find him.

The first room you checked in was his office, where he spent most of his time lately while he was home. Surely enough, there he was—he was leaning forward onto the desk with his elbows, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers. You could see the rise and fall of his shoulders as he breathed, and you were almost afraid to interrupt his silence. Your first instinct was to get annoyed that he was doing work when you were supposed to meet up, but you wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt.

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Picture Perfect - Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester - Chapter 6

Title: Picture Perfect

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 5,503

Warnings: Angst

Prompt: I got it! Can you do a fic where Sam dies while (Y/N) is pregnant with his child and so Dean helps her raise the child and they live the apple pie life and right when Dean wants to propose to (Y/N), Sam returns to life & ANGST. Please and thank you

Read: Part 1 l Part 2 l Part 3 l Part 4 l Part 5

“Hope you’re happy.” you said in a hoarse voice, tears having welled up in your eyes as you crosed your arms over your chest and walked away from both of them.

“Neither of us is.” Dean spoke up as he approached you “But we know that she has to learn the truth, sooner or later. And at this point- it wouldn’t make any difference. She already loves Sam, she doesn’t see him as a stranger so that’s what matters.”

“Right, because it’s more convenient.” you scoffed, shaking your head “Liten to me here, we’ve been through tons of shitty situations. We’ve lived moments we never thought we’d go through and that other people would have been torn apart in but this- it’s no longer just the three of us. That kid upstairs is my life and I don’t care what I’ll have to do but I am going to protect her happiness with everything I’ve got.” you got closer to both of them, forgetting for a moment that Sam would probably see the marks Dean had left on your neck. That and the fact that you were actually wearing his shirt.

“And I know she has to find out, I agree that she has to. But I need you both to understand one thing: no matter what goes on amongst us she stays out of it. I don’t want for a second to see her cry, and I need you both to know that.” you said in a stern tone and after a final look you were making your way upstairs.

Your mood seemed to be changing every five minutes as it seemed but you didn’t care anymore. You were slightly angry, yes, mostly at Dean for having gone to talk to Sam without you there. It almost seemed behind your back and you didn’t want to admit that it mostly scared you about what else he had in mind to do.

“She really hasn’t changed one bit.” Sam whispered and the corners of Dean’s mouth lifted into a small smile.

“Yeah” he whispered in a hoarse voice “She really hasn’t.”

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I tried oops

These are kinda rushed but I really wanted @lovelylangst to feel better as soon as possible, so hopefully these are okay ^^;

KLANGST

-Normally tiffs between the two end when either Shiro or Allura put their foot down, but sometimes Lance can’t help but keep pushing Keith’s buttons.

-Keith has had previous anger issues which had wormed their way out while he was living in the desert, but have made their way back after meeting Lance.

-Keith, in need of something to say, says “I bet you couldn’t keep quiet for five minutes!” Which Pidge jokingly adds on “I don’t think he even knows the definition of quiet.”

-Lance is never one to back down from a challenge;)

-But our blue boy is a little hurt by Pidge’s comment.

-Things take a turn for the worse when-

-Lance, wanting to prove he knows the definition of quiet, keeps absolutely silent throughout a whole mission (he thought about just turning his com of, but he isn’t a cheater); by doing this, Lance can’t call for help when some Galra Soldiers attack. The soldiers keep asking him where Voltron is, and where the Castle of Lions is located, but Lance refuses to answer (now for the sake of keeping his team and the princess safe instead of giving the team the silent treatment) The Galra quickly become annoyed and basically put Lance’s throat beneath their boot, putting more and more pressure on his throat the longer Lance keeps silent. After Lance finally returns to the castle where everyone is waiting, he is quickly yelled at by not only Shiro but also Keith(“Stop being such a kid, Lance! It doesn’t fucking matter if you know how to be quiet or not!”) only after Keith finishes yelling is when he realizes that ‘Oh shit, Lance is hurt’ and Lance is quickly placed into a pod. When Lance is released from the pod, they find that the damage done to his vocal cords could not be reversed, leaving Lance to live his life without his voice. The news really hits Keith hard, making him tear up and-“I’m so sorry, it’s all my fault. If I hadn't… god, Lance. I love your voice…”


KLANGST

When Keith was young and being moved into and out of houses, his mind made up an imaginary friend with no name. All he knows is that this friend was his first crush and love, but when he gets older, he finally starts to notice that the unknown friend is something he made up and he forgets about him.
After moving in with Shiro and Allura, and their adopted daughter Pidge, he meets Lance at the high school; who looks and acts exactly like his imaginary friend.


KLANGST

-Keith and Lance both are crushing on each other, but are oblivious to the others feelings.

-Keith hadn’t ever really felt attraction to somewhere before, so he is scared he caught a weird space flu since his tummy feels like it has butterflies in it and he always feels hot and sweaty whenever he is alone with Lance.

-Lance has fallen in love one too many times and is afraid to tell Keith, since they’re already fighting purple furries and are super stressed as it is (plus he is sure Shiro would kill him if he hurt Keith’s feelings)

-Keith goes to Hunk for advice on his space flu, and only gets sent away with cookies and a reminder to tell Lance how he feels around him. Keith was going to, but of course the castle is suddenly under attack.

-And of coURSE LANCE GETS HURT.

-AND SO HE HAS TO STAY IN THE PODS AND KEITH THINKS HE NEEDS A POD TOO BECAUSE HE FEELS LIKE HIS HEART IS GOING FASTER THAN A RUSSIAN RACE HORSE.

-I actually don’t have anything else for this prompt.

Braid (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Request: hello, i love your writing btw. may i request a fluffy bucky x reader fic? maybe bucky’s hair is getting long so he and the reader spend time doing each others’ hair?

Requested By: Anonymous 

Word Count: 1, 795

Warnings: Slight Swearing, Fluff

A/N: Hello, everyone! So sorry this is being posted so late for the anon that requested it. Also, thank you for your comment, anon! I’m also sorry if the ending sucks. Just so you know, (E/C) means “eye color.” If you would like to be added to my Tag List, just let me know. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

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Originally posted by marvel-dirtbag

Warm sunlight filtered in through the blinds on the window, casting a yellow haze across the room. It was a quiet Saturday morning, one where not even Steve was awake, training early in the morning. In all of the rooms in the compound, large and small, it was quiet. The only sound to break the peaceful silence was the occasional snore that sounded from behind closed doors, where resting Avengers peacefully slept. It was on this quiet Saturday morning where we found Bucky, shockingly asleep in his bed next to you. The peacefully sleeping man next to you was sprawled out on his stomach, hair splayed messily across his face and pillow alike. Every once in a while, soft snores emitted from Bucky, causing you to stir in your sleep. You awoke, blearily blinking the sleep from your eyes as you stretched. Sighing at the feeling of your limbs stretching out the sleep from within them, you lazily smiled as you looked at Bucky next to you, who continued to blow a piece of hair out of his face with every exhaled breath.

Sitting up in bed, you crossed your legs underneath you as you watched the sleeping form of Bucky. With every breath his chest moved slowly up and down, stretching and un-stretching the red henley that was clad to his form. Your eyes traveled down Bucky’s body, admiring how peacefully he slept. Bucky, noticing the absence of your warmth next to his body, sleepily reached out his hand, searching for your warmth. Metal hand touching your thigh, Bucky smiled in his sleep, happy to have found you. A smile began to grow on your face at the thought of Bucky wanting you close-by, even in sleep. The metal hand traveled up your thigh and wrapped around your waist before tugging you into his side. A small shriek escaped your lips as you were quickly dragged down next to Bucky. Shifting onto his side, Bucky laid his head on your stomach as his arms wrapped around your waist, trying to get as close to you as he could.

Smiling down at the man snuggled into your torso, your hands absentmindedly made their way to his chocolate brown locks. Brushing out the tangles in his hair that were created from sleep, you carded your fingers through his locks as he sighed out happily, still asleep. The gentle brushing through his hair soon turned into braiding as your fingers worked three strands of his hair around themselves. Quickly braiding and unbraiding his hair, your thoughts drifted off as you looked upon your sleeping Bucky. 

Bucky, feeling the gentle tugs on his hair, slowly awoke from his peaceful sleep. Snuggling further into your stomach, Bucky breathed in your sweet scent.

“Doll,” Bucky’s raspy morning voice broke through the silence. “What are you doing?”

“Braiding your hair,” You hummed, pulling out the recently made braid. Picking up a section near his forehead, you began to French braid his hair.

Sighing at the feeling of you tugging on his hair, Bucky smiled to himself as you continued to braid his hair. Satisfied with the French braid produced, you grabbed the hair band from around your wrist and secured the braid at the nape of his neck. 

Turning over onto his back, Bucky rested his head in your lap as you sat up. (E/C) eyes meeting his crystal blue ones, Bucky lazily smiled up at you. 

“Morning, Beautiful,” Bucky mumbled, admiring the way that your hair fell so beautifully into your face. 

“Morning, Handsome,” You replied, ducking your head down to meet Bucky’s. Lips meeting yours, Bucky happily sighed at the taste of your lips. He could just taste the strawberry-flavored chapstick that you applied the night before. Completely in a bliss, Bucky chased after your lips as you pulled away.

“Hey,” He said defiantly, pushing himself up into a sitting position. “I wasn’t quite finished with you yet.”

A smile erupting onto your face at his words, you shook your head in amusement as you leaned back in to press a lingering kiss onto Bucky’s lips.

“Much better,” Bucky breathed out as you pulled away. Legs crossing underneath him, Bucky’s hand reached out to cup your face. Resting your cheek on his palm, you looked at Bucky through your lashes as his metal hand tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. 

“So beautiful,” He murmured, placing a soft kiss on your nose causing your face to scrunch up.

“Buck,” You laughed as you felt heat creep onto your cheeks. “Stop it.”

“What?” He chuckled, picking your hand up with his. “I can’t help it that you are so beautiful and that you do things to me.” With the last few words, he smirked at you suggestively as you felt a tidal wave of embarrassment hit you.

“Buck!” You shouted as you pushed against his chest. Falling back onto the bed laughing, Bucky pulled you along with him, causing you to fall onto his chest. Arms circling around your back, Bucky smiled up at you as you huffed out in embarrassment.

“You’re cute when you get flustered,” Bucky mused, catching your lips with his. Smiling into the kiss, Bucky’s arms loosened around you. Seeing this as your chance, you quickly sat up, breaking the kiss. Sitting on his hips, you straddle Bucky as he looks up at you. 

“I could get used to this,” Bucky smirked, causing the embarrassment to rush back over you. 

“Whatever, Barnes,” You joked, rolling your eyes at the man underneath you. Eyes glancing at the bedside clock, you decide that you need breakfast as your stomach growls. “C’mon, I need food.” 

Shifting off of him, you felt the coldness of the hardwood floor hit your feet as you stood up. Groaning, Bucky realizes that he can’t stay in bed with you all day, no matter how much he wants to. Following you, Bucky gets up and makes his way to the connected bathroom where you already were brushing your teeth. Grabbing his own toothbrush, he put toothpaste on it and began brushing his teeth next to you. Smiling into the mirror at the sight of you two, Bucky’s eyes travel towards his hair where he sees exactly what you did for the first time. 

“Wha-di-you-do?” Bucky mumbled as he continued to brush his teeth.

“Wha-?” You also mumbled, looking at Bucky through the mirror as you brushed your teeth. Eyes rolling at the two of you trying to converse while brushing your teeth, Bucky quickly spit out the remaining toothpaste.

“I said, ‘what did you do?’”

Spitting out your own toothpaste into the sink, you looked up at Bucky. “I French braided it. Why?”

“I like it,” Bucky said, admiring your work. Smirking at Bucky, you grabbed your phone that was resting on the counter and took a picture of the back of his head to show him. Eyes widening at the picture, he looked up at you.

“You did this?”

“Yeah. Pretty cool, right?”

“Yes,” Bucky said as he gently patted the braid. “Very cool. Will you teach me how to do this?”

“Really?” You mused as you walked out of the bathroom towards your dresser. Following suit, Bucky began to pull his clothes out of his dresser and started to get changed.

“Yeah. I want to learn. This looks a lot more secure than the usual bun I put it in for training,”

Pulling your shirt over your head, you nodded at Bucky. “Okay,” You laughed as you grabbed his hand. “Now c’mon. I’m hungry.”

Pulling him out of your shared bedroom, you made your way to the kitchen to find the rest of the Avengers already there. Sitting down at the table, you watched Bucky as he grabbed both of your favorite cereals. Feeling a swift kick to your leg, you looked up at Nat and glared at her.

‘Did you do that?’ She mouthed, pointing at Bucky’s braid. You nodded at her, causing her to smile. ‘I like it. But wait until Sam sees.’

And speaking of the devil, the sleepy soldier trudged into the room, followed by an even larger sleepy soldier. Sam glanced at Bucky before doing a double-take.

“Man, what the hell did you do to your hair?” Sam laughed out, motioning towards Bucky’s hair. This caused the rest of the team to look at Bucky, placing a smile on their lips.

“(Y/N) braided it,” Bucky shrugged as he sat down next to you. Setting your bowl of cereal before you, Bucky quickly pecked your cheek. “Why, jealous?”

“Why would I be jealous?” Sam asked as he took a seat next to Steve.

“Because you don’t have a beautiful girlfriend to do your hair for you,” Bucky mused as he kissed your forehead. 

“Blagh,” Tony said, looking at the two of you. “Stop being all lovey-dovey. Makes me sick.”

“Leave em’ alone, Stark,” Steve cut in as he looked at the two of you. You were both in your own little world, oblivious to everyone else. You were trying to teach Bucky how to do a simple braid, using Nat for practice. “He’s happy, for once. That’s what’s important.”

Both rolling their eyes at Steve’s answer, Tony and Sam looked at Steve. 

“It’s still gross,” Tony grumbled begrudgingly as he looked at the happy couple.

“Agreed,” Sam added.

“I did it!” Bucky gleefully shouted as he proudly displayed the braid that he created in Nat’s hair.

“Good job, Handsome,” You said with a smile, pecking his cheek.

“Couldn’t have done it without you, Beautiful,” He responded before pecking your lips.

“Geez!” Sam exclaimed as he pushed away from the counter. “A guy can’t even eat in here before these two start kissing all over each other!” And with that, Sam grabbed his toast and marched out of the room dramatically, causing the others to laugh.

“He’s totally jealous,” Clint laughed as he watched Sam exit.

“Totally,” You and Bucky added at the same time, causing the two of you to fall into a fit of laughter.

“They really are happy, huh?” Nat asked as she stood next to Steve, pulling the braids out of her hair as she watched the two of you laughing together.

“Yes,” Steve sighed out happily as he watched his best pal be with the girl he loved. “It’s about damn time, too.”

“LANGUAGE!” Tony shouted, pointing at Steve accusingly, causing another round of laughter to fall on the group. Eyes rolling at the comment, Steve just sat back as he watched his team all laughing and smiling. Even Sam had returned, taking a seat next to Bucky as he laughed and smiled with the couple. And he was right, Steve was. It was about damn time that all of them were happy.

First Meeting With Them: EXO

TRIGGER WARNING


Xiumin:

Right at the first sight you could see the arrogance oozing out of him, the devilish smirk on his handsome, round face as he approached you so you could scan the horde of clothes his partner had chosen to buy. He had a girlfriend, someone he already dated, and yet here he was, outright flirting with you in the cockiest manner you had ever seen. It made you sick to the gut and wish you’ve never met him.


Suho:

When you first JunMyeon, you were fascinated and speechless at his ethereal beauty. He did not look human at all, with his perfect brows, perfect lips and spotless skin. Like a Fae, someone not of this world, someone you wanted to be with and someone who drew you in so much you thought it abnormal. He looked so good, so innocent and honest. and yet you could still see it- barely a small glimmer compared to his outer shine, but you knew right from your first glance at him, this man was hiding such darkness inside of himself that it would make him one of the most dangerous men you even met.


Lay:

Usually quiet and away from this planet, even between his group of alliances, he was the first to initiate a conversation with you, your secret charm somehow enchanting him in a wonderful bliss of colours and music where you danced and spoke. He wanted to know you, not caring over the fact that you seemingly already had a male at your side- that was not the problem, and easy to dispose of, anyway.


BaekHyun:

The first meeting with BaekHyun had been a memorable one, indeed, since the argument you two had attracted a crowd and it was a nasty battle of nastier words thrown at each other, which brought you two closer and closer and closer until you could feel his breath on your face as he glowered at you from where he stood, his chest huffing and puffing until a smile broke that wrath and he invited you for a dinner. From the sudden question you yelled `yes` and stormed off, however, the smirk he bore on his lips as you turned your back on him had not been one of an innocent man.


Chen:

Smart and cunning, your first meeting with this man would be like any other. He was not one to flaunt his background information and occupation with open arms to anyone who asked, so at first you thought he was a simple business man, seeing him in his spotless suit- though you knew something was wrong. Be it from his little smirk, or from the way his eyes nearly split into slits as he sat and stared at you.


ChanYeol:

His height being intimidating, your eyes had lowered the first time you saw him, knees wobbling in terror as your eyes glanced at his shoes, a spot of crispy red at the tip of them. You wanted to get away, but your instincts were too slow for that game of survival, since ChanYeol had been a professional in his line of work. He saw where your eyes darted and cursed under his breath, extending his hand onto your shoulder and leaning down to whisper into your ear to stop moving if you treasured your life.


D.O.:

He knew right from the moment he laid his owlish eyes on you that he wanted you. In what way, he didn’t figure out until the second meeting, and so he blamed it all on his arousal upon seeing you, on his sense of a hunt since you seemed like a decent prey. All that mattered was the fact that he wanted you, you, and only you. All for himself. And he would make sure that he got what he wanted not minding all human reasons.


Kai:

A small smirk upon his handsome face as you two met in the most cliche way possible- in some jam-packed bus where you had to press yourself into some corner, and he stood there, towering over you as you had felt, with his hands on each side of your head. You didn’t see his face, your back to him, but you certainly felt him, pressed snugly against you and his breath on your neck.


Sehun:

You didn’t actually know when your first meeting occurred since he had claimed tat he was in the street, window-shopping with his friends, when he saw you on that beautiful, sunny day. Everything escalated quickly from there, him seeking you out and terrorizing you with calls and messages, wanting to meet face to face and get to know you. You were stupid enough to agree to one meeting in hopes of stopping him from appearing everywhere where you were. And now you saw him day and night as he had you locked up in his little cell.

fractures, isak/even, teen+.

(this alludes to what we know of even’s past, but is not mentioned specifically.)

it’s black and purple and blue and green. it’s swollen and gritty and tender. it’s out of place and blood shot and it’s ugly. isak mostly just feels ugly.

“here,” even says, pushing ice at him, and water, and food. “here,” over and over again as if it might make isak’s nose heal faster.

isak just lets him.

it’s not so much the things he is saying. the tender coo of his voice, and the worry. it’s not even the grating insistence, the way he cuts up isak’s meals or puts straws in his drinks or checks on him every few minutes if he needs to go to the bathroom.

it’s the silence that scares isak.  

it’s when even won’t say anything at all.

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You never asked (Batboys imagine)

Requested: Yes
Request:  I was wondering if I could request an imagine where batmom has a twin sister and nobody knew so the boys are out one day and they see batmom’s twin sister with her bf or husband and they’re like “wtf mom you’re cheating!??!” so they bring the said sister to the Manor and try and find Bruce but then they see batmom in the living room watching TV and probs cuddling Titus and they’re just super confused, “wtf we have two moms?!
Summary: The boys meet batmoms twin in a weird way.
Word count:  635
Warning(s): none

“Fuck they didn’t have it again,” Jason came out from yet another bookstore with a look of disappointment. All of his brothers groan, “TT, Can we go do something actually useful no?”Damian asks, rolling his green eyes as he normally does. Everyone of the boys agreed, but Jay on the other hand wasn’t even listening, his eyes following something or someone, his eyebrow deeply furrowed.

Hey jay, you coming?” Dick says nudging him with an elbow, “Ma?,” Jason asks, causing all the boys to confusedly look at what’s caught their brothers eye. “What the hell,” Dick mumbles looking at what looks like their mom and a man clinging on to her.

“Ummi?” Damian mumbles, his jaw nearly dropping.

“We should tell father,” Damian finally says as the group of men stop awkwardly staring at the woman, averting their attention to the youngest in the group. “ I agree,” Tim reluctantly says gesturing towards the boy. 

“Maybe we should take her with us?” Jason says, as if asking Dick, “yeah, she needs to pay consequence for her actions.” He nods.

The group approaches the pair, “Ummi how could you?” Damian says, scowling at her, “what?!?” She asks not understanding what’s going on. “You’re cheating on Bruce,” Dick exclaims, and now it clicks in her head.

You, the woman’s sister had told her all about her crazy family, but she had never told anyone that she had a twin sister. She tries to hide her slight smile, whispering something in her partner’s ear before he walks off. 

“And what do you want to do about it?” She sweetly asks, “you’re coming home with us, Bruce needs to hear about this” Jason says, before all of you start walking to the parking lot. “You’re not even wearing the wedding ring,” Tim says, earning a disapproving groan from all of the boys.

The car ride was tense and quiet, no one bared to even look at her, while she didn’t seem to have a bother in the world.


“Wait there, we’ll go find Bruce,” who she learned to be Dick says, pointing at the large open room, with a Tv playing. As the boys vanished into the depths of the large building. She took off her coat walking towards the couches, admiring the large, beautifully decorated room. 

As you move to sit down at a nice armchair, you notice a tuft of hair from under a blanket on the couch, a hand reaching down towards the ground, scratching a large black dog. As she finally sat down, she could finally see the owner of the hair. 

Y/n?” She asks, ask you lift your head to see the person who spoke to you. “y/s/n? What are you doing here?”  You ask sitting up, much to Titus’ disapproval. “Well long story short, your kids saw me and my boyfriend outside and now are looking for your husband to tell him you're cheating,” She chuckles. You only roll your eyes, chuckling “Typical”

You two you started talking about life, loud laughter often filling the room. Titus found a comfortable spot on your stomach. “We couldn’t find Bruce, “ The boys say, walking into the living room, met to loud laughter.

What the hell?” Tim asks, quirking an eyebrow. As they made their way behind your sisters back they see both of you. “We have two moms?” Dick asking, his mouth slightly agape. “TT, What is going on?” Damian asks, looking between the two of you.

You both chuckle. “Well actually, I’m your moms twin sister,” she chuckles. “You never told us, Ma?” Jason says, obviously shocked. “You never asked,” You smile, as Titus takes his place next to Damian.

What was mom like as a kid?” Dick asks, sitting down on the floor, as the other boys join him for story time.


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“Hope you enjoyed the show.” Joji

Anon Request: Could you maybe do one where the reader walks in on Joji masturbating?


Y/N’s POV

I freely walked into Joji’s apartment after unlocking it with a spare key and looked around the crowded living room for my phone. Flipping the couch cushions over, I found nothing but crumbs, dust, and coins. I sighed heavily. Where hell did I put it? I spent hours with Joji tonight, just hanging out like we usually do and somehow I managed to misplace my phone. The thing that I’m on the most, I lose. Incredible. I sat on the couch and groaned. It was late and I was tired, and I was sure that Joji was asleep since it was already one thirty in the morning. I didn’t want to wake him with my loud exasperated grunts and helpless groans so I fixed the couch pillows and stood in the middle of the living room with my hands on my hips.

“The kitchen!” I whispered to my self as I had an ‘ah-ha!’ moment. 

The counters, once covered with bottles of alcohol and empty beer cans, was now spotless. I looked under the sink cabinets and in the rest of the cabinets and drawers in the kitchen. I looked at the fridge and told myself I wasn’t going to look like a dumbass and open the fridge and look for my phone knowing it wasn’t in there. I gave up and opened it anyways, scanning the inside of the cold, metal refrigerator. Moving things around as neatly as I possibly could despite being in panic mode, I saw no sight of my phone. I didn’t want to check Joji’s room because I didn’t want to wake him but I just absolutely needed my phone for tomorrow morning. I told myself I would be quiet and that he wouldn’t even realize I was here, taking one step at a time slowly. I creeped halfway down the small hall, the wood creaking once I took my last step before I reached the middle of the hall…but Joji’s room was the last door down and it felt like an eternity just passed by while taking those few steps. I sighed and hung my head low. Pausing for a moment, my ears perked up when I heard a low groan coming from Joji’s room. His door was ajar, and despite the fact the the hall was dark, the thin crack full of light illuminated the wooden floor. Having the thought maybe he was injured in some form, I called out to him in a whisper, “Joj?”

I calmly stepped closer to the door bit by bit, eager to see what was wrong. At first I was scared, not knowing if he was hurt or not feeling well, but my thoughts stopped when I heard my name being called in a breathy groan, “Y/N..” 

He must’ve known I was there so there was no more use in trying to creep around or be sneaky. I let my shoulders drop and I sighed, making my way to the door. With my hand held out to open the door some more, I stopped when a moan filled my ears. I didn’t know what to do. Joji was probably in there getting busy with someone…but why would he say my name? Maybe he was hurt in some way and needed my help. I leaned my face forward, looking through the crack of the door and my lips went dry. My eyes were wide as I saw Joji sitting in bed, his back against the mahogany headboard, with his dick in his hand slightly jerking himself. He was bigger than I’d expected. I wanted to stop watching him, I knew it was an invasion of privacy…but it was too good to look away. 

“Oh, fuck, Y/N.” he let out in a begging tone.

He took full grasp of his length in his hand and his movements became faster. I sensed sexual tension between us at times, and there were moments where I’d catch myself staring at his crotch, imagining how big he was and if he was god in bed. Thinking I wasn’t his type, I’d have to stop myself from thinking things like that. Joji was just a friend of mine, but I wanted more and I couldn’t help but feel he wanted the same..and now I definitely knew he did. Now there I was, watching him relieve himself. I thought nothing of it, and I enjoyed it thoroughly. His hair was a bit longer than usual so it got in his face and didn’t bother moving it out of the way. He threw his head back and moaned louder than the last one’ he leaned against the headboard with his shoulders low, no longer hunched over, fully displaying his thick length as he pumped himself quickly. He let out swears as he panted, one hand on his cock and the other dropping the bed sheets. Joji’s mouth was slightly agape as his moans followed en suite after one another. It made me wet watching him tease himself like he did; the way shut his eyes and tried suppressing his moans to keep from being loud made me drip like a leaking faucet. I bit my lip as he grunted heavily. Joji let out his last set of loud moans as his length twitched in his hands. He came in spurts but continued pumping himself until he was done. Joji sat there minutes after and sighed. I watched him get up and begin to clean himself, I decided to walk quickly to the front door and act like I was never here. I exited the apartment and knocked on the door like how I should’ve in the first place. I heard him call out in a mutter, seconds later the door swung open and Joji was wearing nothing but sweats.

“Hey, Y/N.” he smiled, “What’s up?”

“I think I forgot my phone here.” I said trying not to sound out of breath, so I covered up my tracks by saying, “I ran here…it’s important. I need it for tomorrow morning.”

“Oh, yeah.” he said as he left from his spot near the door and wandered around, he disappeared into the corridor and came back seconds later with my cellular device in his hand, “I, uh, kept it in my room for safe keeping. I was going to drop by your place in the morning and hand it off to you.”

“Thanks.” I smiled taking my phone, “I’ll see you later.”

As I walked a few feet away, I was practically shitting myself since I didn’t hear his door shut. I stopped dead in my tracks when he called out from behind me. I turned around and he said, “Next time you sneak in, you might wanna make sure you don’t drop this.” he smirked as he took my keys out from his pocket. 

He tossed them to me and I mentally face-palmed, I didn’t even hear them fall out.“Hope you enjoyed the show.” he winked with an idiotic smile on his face.

“I did…maybe next time you should invite me.” I answered as I turned around and walked off, making sure I saw him bite his lip.

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34 xx

34. “If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”

So this is sometime after the fredag clip at Chris’/Eva’s party 


Even was so relieved about the way the evening had gone. He thought back to their entrance, how nervous he was, how clammy his hands were – held firmly by Isak’s warm one. Even looked over to where Isak stood now, talking to Mutta and Mikael.

Isak laughed and his shoulders moved up and down how they always did when his laugh was almost a giggle. Even was so in love with this boy it was ridiculous. Now more than ever because Isak had held his hand both literally and metaphorically through all of this. Had listened, had been patient and gave Even the strength to face it all.

With a deep dreamy sigh Even took a sip of his sparkling wine. The glass so long in his hand that the drink was slightly too warm and lay flat, but he didn’t really mind. He was way too happy and content to care right now.

He still watched his boy intently as Eva came up beside the little group, jumping between the three of them and obviously wanting all of them to come dance. Isak grinned at her as she tugged on his arm and indulged her, bobbing his head to the song that played loudly over the garden.

He knew he had the fondest look on his face as he watched those blonde curls fall in disarray with the movement. Then his eyes roamed over the rest of Isak. His face, happy, light, teasing as Eva continued to hold a tipsy speech, still dancing. Even’s old, dark red shirt fell perfectly over Isak’s shoudlers. The neckline, which got more loose with every wash, exposed just the slightest bit of his broad chest which made Even’s eyes grow darker.

Isak caught his gaze across the garden and maneuvered Eva to Mikael before he made his way over to Even, who bit his bottom lip as he drank in the rest of his boyfriend with those tight fitting pants.

When Even forced his eyes back up to Isak’s face the look Isak shot him was smug. Something fluttered in Even’s stomach at that. Shy Isak was more than adorable and amazing but confidant and cocky Isak was a whole other level of a turn on for Even.

“Halla” Isak said, teasing tone in his voice and he raised his eyebrows as he stopped close, close, close in front of him. Their chests flush against each other as Isak wrapped his arms around Even’s middle.

“If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.” He murmured with a low voice before he leaned in and kissed Even lightly on his lips, then moved small little pecks over Even’s jaw to his neck and back again. Even breathed out a quiet laugh and put his hands on Isak’s back, one between his shoulder blades and one … lower.

“You wanna leave?” Even said as he moved his head to chase after Isak’s mouth. After they made out for a few seconds (minutes) Isak pulled his head back and shook it with a soft smile.

“Nei. Let’s stay a little while longer.” He said with a final peck. “I like seeing you with your friends.” Even grinned at that.

“I like seeing you with my friends.” He answered. Isak, again, raised his brows flirtatiously, mouth curling to the side with a confidant smile.

“Really? I hand’t noticed.” And with a small slap on Even’s butt he stepped back and joined Jonas and Mahdi who were opening up another bottle.

Knight Of The Party - Jughead Jones

thecoffeestudyblr said:

Hi friend i was hoping i could have a Jughead x Reader request when Betty throws a party for Juggie & the Reader and Juggie are together and she’s also an introvert and rlly shy and anxious and she is Archie’s little sister and him and Juggie are rlly overprotective of her especially at the party. Maybe like Chuck would make fun of her and push her around during the “birthday talk” and Juggie would throw a punch at him and stand up for her and make sure she’s okay? lots of fluff + angst?

Originally posted by riverrdxle

Kinda changed it up. Hope you don’t mind it, friend!

Parties were not your forte. You were never as social as your peers and found it hard to be around the constant chit-chat. Everyone knew that your introvert personality held you back from attending parties, so invitations were never extended to you. So when Betty Cooper came up to you and asked if you wanted to go to Jughead Jones’ birthday party, you were taken aback. You had always held an interest in the raven haired boy, talked to him every now and again. He seemed to understand you in a way no one else at Riverdale High didn’t. He didn’t pester you when you didn’t speak up, he simply would shoot a smile your way. Would attending this birthday party be going too far though?

“Uh, I mean,” but words started to tumble out of your mouth, “yeah sure. I’ll go.” Betty gave you a bright smile.

“Your brother said you might not want to come, but I thought it was best to ask,” Betty said, “just in case you wanted to after all.” You nodded sweetly at your brothers friend, wondering why Archie had the idea to throw it at your house. Sure your Dad was out of town, but a party? Now? You grew anxious at the thought.

“Really Archie? A party now of all days?” You asked your brother when you got home. Archie was already setting up, even before Betty arrived.

“It’s for Jughead, Y/N.” You rolled your eyes.

“There’s no way Jughead is going to like this,” you said and Archie turned around to face you. “You know he hates parties, maybe even more than me.” Archie signed as he listened. You knew that he knew you were right, but he had promised Betty to host the party. As if on cue, the perky blonde burst through the door.

“Hello Andrews,” her voice voice rang through your ears. “This looks great so far Arch! Good job!” You rolled your eyes once more and walked towards the stairs.

“Hey, Y/N!” You turned your head to face your brother. “We might need your help.” You shook your head and Betty gave you a confused look.

“Jughead wouldn’t want this party,” you said strongly and you walked upstairs to your bedroom. You shut the down behind you, wondering if you should text Jughead in warning. You thought better of it through, it would just be best to stay away from the party in general. You had known Jughead since the day Archie brought him home in 2nd grade. You were in 1st grade at the time, but unlike your rough older brother, Jughead was kind enough to let you play alongside them. So when Jughead came to live with your small family, you weren’t left out. It was really nice having him around, since both of you were known introverts it was easy to be around him. He understood you in a way that your family just didn’t. Now you just hoped your brother hadn’t ruined it by throwing Jughead and surprise birthday party.

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