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Family Reunion-(Stiles Stilinski)

Originally posted by martabuzz

Summary: You and Stiles attend a family reunion, but with a twist. Stiles is your fake ‘boyfriend’.

Warnings: none?

Pairing: Eventual Stiles x Reader

Word Count: 1561


I pull up into a car park down the street from my grans lake house and shoot Stiles a look of gratitude. If it weren’t for Stiles, my best friend and savior, I would have to endure another agonizing family reunion full of teasing and hurtful jokes aimed in my direction.

There are yearly family reunions at my grans lake house, and this year I’ve decided to bring along Stiles to end their tormenting. He’d play along as my ‘boyfriend’ and I’d be left alone once and for all.

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When You Love Someone | Part 4

Hello! This is the fourth part of an angsty fanfic about Dan Howell. I hope you like it and let me know what you think! Part 3

A/N: I’m gonna put a strong language warning here cause this one contains quite a lot of it.

As per usual, Dan didn’t really listen to you and he’d called you two more times that day. You understood that he wanted to know why you left, and because he didn’t possess a whole lot of self awareness, it all had to come from you. You knew he loved you and you knew he cared, but he had to really start working on showing you, because you’d just about had it. Macy helped you prepare for the conversation you’d inevitably need to have with him when you got back, making lists of things you had to address so you wouldn’t just become angry and get off track. “You’re sure you’re going to do this now? Do you not want to stay here just a little longer?” Macy asked. You had your purse around your neck and your jacket on, pretty much all you had been carrying when you came to Macy’s two nights ago. You’d been able to borrow clothes from her that you promised you’d wash and return as soon as possible, and she’d pressed you not to worry about any of it. She really was the best friend anyone could ask for, and exactly what you had needed after the fall-out with Dan. “I’m sure. I need to go home and talk to him.” You said, determined but nervous as hell. “Okay. Just know you can come back here anytime, okay?” Macy whispered as she hugged you, holding you tightly. “I love you.” Macy said with a smile, and you smiled back. “Love you too.” You blew her a kiss as you walked out the door towards the uber who would take you back home.

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Falling Into You - Chapter 13 Be My Valentine

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Warning: Smut ;)


It was Valentine’s Day and it happened to fall on a Friday and Betty was very happy about that.  Jughead had a special something planned that he refused to even hint about and she was excited and nervous.  He woke her with a gentle kiss before he left for work and she smiled up at him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Hey,” she whispered.  He smiled and gave her a lingering kiss.  

“I’m just heading off to work and I’m not working a full day but I’ll meet you later tonight, ok?”

“What do you mean?” she asked, frowning up at him.

“You’ll see,” he said softly with a wink.  He kissed her again and then he was gone.  Betty snuggled back under the covers and went back to sleep.  When she woke a couple hours later and wandered into the kitchen she found a note with a single rose laying on it.  Smiling, she picked it up.

~~There will be a town car at your service all day.  It will arrive at 10:00 to take you to your first surprise.  I love you.  J.  
P.S. Don’t take a bath or shower and wear a shirt with buttons that you don’t have to pull over your head
.~~

“What on earth?” she said with a laugh.  She mulled over it for a while and decided she trusted him and set about making herself something to eat.   At 10:00 sharp she was downstairs waiting and a town car picked her up moments later.  She settled into the back and waited curiously.

“Do you have any instructions?” she asked curiously.  “Cause I have no idea where I’m supposed to go.”  

“Yes, ma’am,” the driver said with a smile and they started out.  Betty grabbed her phone.

B: Heading off in the town car, can you give me a hint? :)

J: Enjoy your day, beautiful.  :)

B: Please sweetie, give me a hint…pretty please?

J: I love you.

B: I love you too, brat!

J: ;)

Betty smiled and put the phone away and looked out the window until the car pulled up in front of a building.  The driver jumped out and came to open her door and she got out and looked around.

“They are expecting you in there,” he said with a smile, pointing to the door.  She looked at the sign.  A luxury spa.  She smiled and walked into the building.  She walked up to the counter and the lady smiled at her.

“May I help you?”

“I think so,” Betty said hesitantly.  “I’m Betty Cooper?”

“Ahhh, yes, I was told to expect you.  A very handsome young man came by a couple weeks ago and told us to treat you like a queen and that’s exactly what we’ll do,” the lady said with a bright smile.  Betty was wisked away and realized quickly why Jughead had told her to not shower or bathe.  The first thing she did was soak in a flower petal filled bath.  It was heaven and it made her smell like a spring flower garden.  Next she was given an hour long massage and she decided she wouldn’t be able to move because her bones were officially butter.  

“Time to do your hair and nails and makeup,” a pretty young lady said, sweeping into the room and covering her with a robe.  Betty smiled and followed her to the next room.  She was pampered and primped and fed champagne and desserts and little appetizers, and after another couple of hours she felt like a million dollars.  Her nails were french manicured and her makeup was subtle and beautiful and her hair was pinned up on one side and shone and hung down the other in shiny smooth waves.

She glanced at the clock and saw that it was nearing 4:00pm and she grabbed her phone which hadn’t been allowed in the spa, as it took away from the experience apparently.  

B: I love you so damn much!

J: Why is that? ;)

B: I look and feel like a million dollars right now.  The spa was absolutely amazing!

J: You always look like a million dollars and I love you too.

B: so what now?

J: The car is waiting ;)

Betty smiled and quickly got dressed and then realized why she was supposed to wear a button shirt.  Pulling a t-shirt over her head would ruin her hair.  She left the spa and the car was indeed waiting for her.  The driver immediately came to open the door and she climbed in and buckled up.  After about 15 minutes of driving, they pulled up in front of boutique and the door was opened for her.  She walked through the door and was surprised and excited to see Emma there.

“What are you doing here?” she exclaimed.

“Jesus, you look amazing!” Emma gushed, taking her in.

“Thank you,” Betty said with a blush.  “I feel amazing.”  She paused and looked around.  “So what am I doing here?”

“I am helping you pick out something to wear,” she said with a smile.  “When Jughead told me his plans and asked about the best spa in New York, I added this little bit because no girl should get made up without having something fucking spectacular to wear.  Now, let’s go get you into something fantastic because I have my own date to get to.  Although I’m going to suggest to Jughead that he give Justin some pointers,” Emma added with a laugh.  They spent 2 hours in the boutique and finally she met Emma’s approval.  She told Betty she had to wear it out of the store because she was meeting Jughead after this.  She had dressed her up, right down to the lingerie.

“Oh my God, Betty.  He’s going to die,” she whispered.

“Well, I certainly hope not.  I’m quite fond of him,” Betty said smiling.  She looked at herself in the mirror.  The dress was green lace over black silk and sat off her shoulders.  It hugged her body to mid thigh and it really was quite beautiful.  The shoes were black heels and Betty decided she had never looked better.  “It’s freezing outside,” she said with a sigh.  “I’m going to freeze to death.”  Emma handed her a black coat that came to her knees and told her to put her boots on until she was back in the car.

“I want that jacket back and your next stop will be underground parking so put your heels back on inside the car,” Emma said, and Betty did as she told her to.  “Have fun tonight,” her friend said with a smile and hug.  “Oh, wait, one more thing,” Emma said with a smile.  She handed Betty a wrapped gift and then with a wink, left the boutique.  Betty held on to the present and hurried out to the car and sat back as it once again pulled away from the curb.  She opened the gift and found a velvet box.  She opened it and gasped.  A beautiful pair of chandelier emerald and diamond earrings twinkled up at her.  There was a small piece of paper tucked into the box.  

~~Nothing comes close to the brilliance of your eyes, but these make a good effort.  J.~~

Betty smiled, and touched them with shaky hands.  This whole day had already been amazing and she hadn’t even seen him yet and now she felt herself tremble with the need to be with him.  She put the earrings on and checked herself in her phone and was awed by their beauty.  She put the phone back in the evening bag Emma had given her and had promised to leave her other bag at home for her.  The car pulled into an underground parking garage of a sky high hotel and parked near the elevator.  The driver came around and opened the door for her and smiled at her.

“The 34th floor, ma’am,” he said with a smile.  

“Thank you, very much,” Betty said with a smile and stepped into the elevator.  She hit the button for the floor and stood clutching her purse nervously.  When the elevator came to a stop and she stepped out, she gasped in surprise.  She was in a restaurant lounge area with chairs and couches strewn around.  Past the lounge was a darkened restaurant that seemed lit only by candle light.  It was romantic and sexy and the view was astonishing.  The walls seemed all glass and she had a spectacular view of the city.  She moved forward nervously, looking around for Jughead, her heart pounding in her chest.

“Hey you,” came a soft familiar voice behind her.  Betty whirled around and stared in shock.  Jughead stood dressed in black dress pants and suit jacket, he wore a white shirt and to not completely leave his style behind had forgone the tie and left the first couple buttons of the shirt open.  He looked devastatingly handsome.  His head was free of any hat and his black unruly hair was already falling over his eye.  “May I take your coat?” he asked with a smile, stepping closer.  

“Yes,” she said in a whisper soft voice.  She handed him her purse and undid the coat belt and buttons and slowly slipped it off.  He took it and his eyes raked over her slowly and she watched as he swallowed.  When his eyes came back to hers, they were dark with desire.  

“You look incredible,” he said hoarsely.  

“Thank you,” she said with flushing shyly.  “So do you.”  He took her hand and pulled her close, leaving a soft kiss on her mouth.  “I missed you today,” she whispered.  

“I missed you more,” he replied kissing her again.  He took her jacket and had it checked and then they walked to the host and were led to a table by the window with a breathtaking view of the city lights.  

“This is so beautiful Juggie, I can’t believe what you all set up for today.  I had the most amazing day,” Betty gushed.  Jughead smiled and took her hand across the table.  

“I wanted you to be pampered,” he said softly.  

“I was more than pampered.  It was absolutely incredible.  And thank you for these,” she said with a happy smile, touching her earrings.

“They look beautiful on you,” Jughead said, his thumb making slow circles on her hand.  She shivered, suddenly wanting to skip dinner and take him to the nearest dark corner.  He must have read her thoughts as a slow smile spread across his face.  “Later,” he said with a wink, sitting back in his seat.  Betty flushed, feeling embarrassed that he could read her so easily.

“Did you have a good day?” she asked after they had ordered wine.

“Yes I did,” Jughead said with a smile.  “Worked till noon and then went home for a nap and then got myself dressed up to meet my beautiful girl.”

“You napped?” she asked with a laugh.

“Yes, I did.  I don’t plan on getting much sleep tonight,” he said softly, his eyes taking on a warm dark gleam.  Betty’s heart started to race and she put her wine glass down, not trusting the tremor in her hand and not wanting to spill.  He smirked and she let out a sigh.

“Stop teasing me,” she huffed with a half hearted glare.

“I’m not teasing, just telling the truth,” Jughead said with a soft laugh.  Betty smiled and looked out the window over the city.  Half a year ago she was terrified of this place and had almost changed her mind.  Now she looked at it and was so incredibly happy, happier than she had ever been.  She looked back at Jughead and felt her heart over flow.  She would have never guessed in a million years that she would fall in love with the moody quiet boy from her past and here she was, sitting and simmering with just the thought of being in his arms later.

“I love you,” she whispered, unable to keep it in.  He noted the heat in her eyes and his took on a similar look.

“Shall we skip dinner?” he asked quietly.  Her eyes widened a little, wanting more than anything to do that but she managed to refrain.

“No,” she said whisper soft.  “I got all dressed up for this.  I want to wear the dress for at least an hour,” she finished with a wispy smile.  He smiled in agreement and they opened their menus.

Dinner was amazing.  The food was so good and she giggled and blushed all through dinner as Jughead kept up the teasing and conversation light.  By the time the dessert menu came, Betty was aching all over and she wanted nothing but to feel Jughead’s mouth on hers.  

“Shall we do dessert?” he asked with an arrogant smirk, noting the heat in her eyes.  She shook her head and he declined the menu and asked for the bill.  When everything was squared away, he took her hand and led her back to the elevator.  He grabbed her coat and when she reached for it, he shook his head and folded it over his arm.  Inside the elevator he hit the button for the 44th floor.  She realized he had booked a hotel room and she got even more excited.  She wouldn’t have to wait to wrap herself around him.  When they got to the floor he led her to a room at the end of the hall and pulled out a key card.  He smiled and opened the door for her and she walked in.

Betty was astonished again.  It was the most beautiful room she had ever been in.  Since the room was on the end, two of the walls were basically all window and the view was breathtaking.  She kicked off her heels and wandered around, taking in the beauty of the room.  Everything was decadent and rich.  From the giant mahogany bed, to the overstuffed furniture, to the plush carpet.  There was champagne chilling and strawberries next to a stunning bouquet of dark red roses.  Her eyes fell on the fireplace that was roaring with warmth.  She turned slowly and found Jughead leaning against the door, watching her.  Heat flooded through her and she threw shyness out the window.  Well, most of it.

Betty walked slowly over to him and didn’t hesitate or falter when she reached him.  She ran her hand into his hair and pulled his head down for a heavy, open mouth kiss.  His lips were warm, his tongue wet and hot and he groaned into her mouth, his hands sliding down and moving over her backside, squeezing and pulling her against him.  He lifted her and she felt his arousal, already hard and heavy in his pants.  She tugged on his hair and he bit her bottom lip in retaliation and it only fueled her fire.  Jughead walked with her to the center of the room and pulled away, gasping for breath.  She was in much the same condition and rested her forehead on his chest to regain some sense.

“Like a frisky kitten tonight, aren’t we?” he teased.  She pinched his stomach and he shrugged away with a husky laugh.  

“I can’t help it Jughead, you’re hot as fuck tonight,” she said before she even realized what she was saying.

“Mmmmmm, I love it when you say dirty words,” he breathed against her ear, his hand slowly pulling up the hem of her dress so his hand could move over her lace panties.  Betty leaned up and bit his ear lobe.

“And I love it when your mouth is on me and when you’re deep inside me,” she whispered boldly.

“Fuck,” Jughead muttered, his pants feeling unbearably tight.  Betty stepped back, an arrogant grin on her face and he would have laughed but he was having a hard time breathing at the smoldering look in her eye.  “Would you like some champagne,” he managed to say after a moment.  She lifted her hands to the buttons of his shirt and held his gaze as she slowly undid them.

“Later,” she breathed, as she pushed his shirt aside, running her hands over his skin.  She let her fingers trail over his chest, down over his stomach, liking the way the muscle contracted under her touch.  He lowered his head and rested it against hers, his breathing hitched beside her ear and she reveled in her ability to make him tremble with desire.  She moved her hand up to his shoulders, slipping them under his shirt and slowly ran them down his arms, taking the shirt with her.  He lifted his head and held her gaze while she raked her nails lightly down his strong arms.  She had become a seductress and by the way she was biting her lip and holding back a smile, he knew she was well aware of it.  His shirt fell to the floor and she moved to the button of his pants.  She got it undone and she slowly pulled down the zipper, her teeth lightly raking his jaw.  He groaned when she reached in, under the hem of his boxers and wrapped her hand around him, squeezing gently.

“Betty,” he groaned, his hand catching her wrist.  “Keep that up and I’m going to embarrass myself.”  She smiled slowly and turned around, pulling her hair over her shoulder.

“Unzip me,” she said softly.  Jughead slowly pulled her zipper down, his head dipping and his mouth whispering over her shoulder.  He ran the back of his fingers along the skin he exposed as he opened her dress.  When he had it down, Betty walked toward the bed and he watched her as she turned and smiled seductively at him.  She slowly lowered the dress and his breath caught in his throat as it fell to the floor.  She stood in her lingerie, a sultry, yet shy look on her face.  Jughead could barely get his legs to move as he walked over to her, his hand reached to cup her face.  

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered before his mouth came down on hers.  Betty wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself against him.  She didn’t want to play the seductress anymore, she just want him on her and in her.  Both his hands held her face and his mouth moved hungrily over hers, his tongue wrapping around hers.  Betty pulled herself up and wrapped her legs around him, wanting him closer.  

“I want you Juggie,” she moaned into his mouth.  “Now.”  They fell back on the bed together and his hands, dear God his hands were everywhere.  He leaned over her, his thumb pushing up her chin and his mouth moving down her neck, sucking the skin where her pulse fluttered wildly.  His mouth moved across her chest and his fingers pulled her bra down, her breasts spilling free.  He teased her, his mouth moving slowly around the swell, his fingers brushing lightly, teasingly over the dusty pebbled peaks until she was pulling his hair to get his mouth where she wanted it.  Jughead laughed softly as his tongue raked over the nipple and she moaned and arched into him.

“Jughead!” she yelled.  He ignored her and moved over to the other one, teasing it in much the same way.  His hands ran up the sides of her legs and his arousal brushed against her.  Her whole body felt like it was on fire and she pressed against him, desperate for relief.  “Please,” she whimpered, her head pressing into the pillow.  Jughead swirled his tongue around her nipple and sucked her into his mouth and her ragged groan made his arousal twitch.  He spent long moments moving back and forth until she was bucking urgently against him.  “Juggie, I need….” Her voice trailed off and he lifted his head, leaned up over her, his mouth teasing hers, his tongue dipping between her lips.  

“What do you need, Betty,” he asked gruffly.  “Tell me.”  His hand moved down between her legs, moving her lace aside and stroking his fingers over her.  "Damn, you’re so fucking wet,“ he groaned.  

“I need….I want you to taste me….” She whimpered shyly, her face red from her boldness.  Jughead’s eyes darkened and he moved against her.  “Please,” she begged. Jughead kissed her again and slowly moved down her body, his tongue dragging between her breast and down over her stomach.  His hands pulled down her panties and hurriedly parted her thighs, trembling eagerly.  He kissed each thigh and sucked on the skin in the crease where her leg met her torso and she lifted her hips, needing more.  Jughead raked his tongue over her and Betty sobbed at the pleasure that raced through her.  

“You taste so good.”  His words made her stomach clench and she felt her body begin to shake.  His tongue swirled around her swollen nub and then moved down and pressed inside her.  

“Fuck,” she gasped, her hand clenching his hair.  He groaned against her and did it again.  He moved back to her clit and his fingers slid inside her, curling while he sucked on her and Betty didn’t even have time to prepare as she shattered in release.  “Oh my God!” she cried out, bucking against him.  Jughead worked her through it and then his tongue lazily started again.  He smiled against her as she moaned and whimpered, her sounds arousing him to a fever pitch.  It didn’t take long and she fell apart again, her sobs of pleasure falling from her mouth.  She shook as he slowly lapped at her and then he moved up her body, stopping at her breasts to tug the nipples into his mouth.  

Betty pushed against him suddenly, determined to get him on his back.  He let her and fell back onto the sheet as she straddled him, her mouth devouring his.  He hands tangled in her hair and he kissed her back, letting her taste herself and she bit his lip, tugging it, sucking it and he felt the wildness in her.  She started to kiss her way down his chest, her teeth raking him and his breath hissed out at the sharp delicate pain.  Betty reached his stomach and her hands went to push down his pants and boxers, and he kicked them off and groaned when her hand wrapped around him.  

“Wait,” he gasped when he felt her mouth move lower.  Betty sat up, her hand still wrapped around him and her eyes were cloudy with hunger.  He knew what she was moving to do.  “You don’t have to,” he whispered, as she had never put her mouth on him before and he had never had a woman’s mouth on him.  He didn’t want her to feel she needed to and at the same time he wanted it so bad, he couldn’t stop the shudder that went through him.

“I want to,” she said, her voice shaky and trembling.  She held his gaze as she slowly lowered his head.  He felt her tongue touch him and thought he might have died.  When her mouth wrapped around him he decided he had, and he was in heaven.  She was unsure and hesitant at first and he couldn’t stop the groan that left his lips as she grew bolder and despite not being what she would call an expert, she couldn’t stop herself from tasting and licking and pulling him deep.  

“Fuck,” he groaned, his hands clenching in her hair.  He pulled the pins from it and it fell around his thighs, the silky feel only adding to the pleasure her mouth gave him.  Jughead felt himself lose control and he quickly grabbed her and pulled her up.  She moaned in protest, shaking her head at him.

“I want…”

“I can’t, baby…if you keep going I’m going to finish,” he gasped.  He rolled her and moved between her legs, both of them shaking and desperate and he stroked her with his fingers, and then parted her legs and brushed his arousal over her once, twice and then he thrust deep inside her.  Betty’s head fell back and her nails dug into his arms, her legs
coming up around his waist.  Jughead took her lips, his tongue mimicking his body and thrusting into her mouth and she kissed him eagerly, the sounds she was making driving him crazy.  She pulled away and looked at him wildly and he felt her body tighten.

“No,” he growled.  “Don’t come yet,” he begged, slowly his movements and she whimpered in protest.  “Not yet,” he whispered, slowly his movements to an agonizing lazy drag.  

“Dammit, Juggie,” she moaned and bit his shoulder and raked her nails over his back.  Jughead grabbed her hands and held them over her head, lifting her chest to him and he covered her nipple and suckled  and her eyes rolled  back and she shuddered.  He picked up the pace again and he couldn’t hold back, slamming into her again and again and he felt her begin to shake and tighten again and he lifted his head to watch her face.  He moved his hand between them and stroked against her and she fell apart, her body clenching long and hard on him.  Her face in the middle of orgasm and her body clenching on him triggered his own and he let out a long groan as his body stiffened, his release spilling into her, his whole body shuddering in pleasure.  He collapsed on her, hoping he wasn’t crushing her because he couldn’t get his body to move.  She had a death grip on him and he never wanted to move from that moment.  They stayed wrapped up in each other for long moments until their bodies were calm and still.

“Oh my God,” she whispered in awe.  Jughead managed to lift his head and look at her.  He grinned arrogantly at the sated and satisfied dazed look on her face.  “It’s never been like that, Juggie,” she said, her eyes suddenly getting misty.  He touched her face, his mouth placing gentle kisses over it.  Jughead  eased off of her and lay beside her, pulling her close, his hand stroking down her body.

“That was pretty amazing,” he said, agreeing with her.  “You were incredible.”  She peeked up at him, suddenly feeling shy again now that the feelings of ecstasy were fading.  

“Did you….did you like it when I….” she couldn’t finish, hiding her face in his neck.

“Yes, I liked it,” he said softly, a smile on his face.  “A lot.”

“Did I do it right?” she asked in a whisper.

“I have nothing to compare it to, but that was fucking fantastic,” he said, his smile turning into a grin.  She giggled and he squeezed her hip.

“I’m glad I was the first,” she said softly.

“Me too.  I can’t imagine anyone else doing that but you,” he said quietly.  He rolled her gently and looked down at her.  “And don’t say you were the first, there isn’t going to be a second, not as long as you’re alive and breathing,” he said firmly.  

“Well, then I better stay that way,” she said with a smile.  She stretched against him and groaned at the delicious ache that she felt all over.  

“By the way,” he said as he fell back on the pillow.  “You smell fucking amazing.  What did you do, take a bath in flowers?”

“Basically,” she said with a happy giggle.  “That spa was amazing.”

“I’ll have to send you there more often,” he said with a content sigh.

“I certainly won’t protest.”

“You want some champagne?” he asked.  “There’s also a great tub in the bathroom.  Maybe a bath?  We could get all slippery and stuff.”

“Slippery and stuff?” she said laughing.  “Oh Juggie, you have such a way with words,” she teased.

A long while later, when the hour had passed midnight and the bath water had gone cold and the champagne bottle lay empty, Betty sat in Jughead’s lap in front of the fireplace, her arms around his neck,  her legs wrapped around his waist, his arousal buried deep inside her.  He was placing soft kisses on her neck, and she moved only enough to tease.  He lifted his head, his gaze holding hers.  

“What are you thinking right now?” she whispered, her eyes hooded, her face flushed.

“I’m thinking about how good you feel,” he said gruffly.  

“Is that all?” she teased, biting his lower lip.  He stilled and looked at her, his face serious.

“What?” she breathed.

“I’m thinking about how much I love you.  I’m thinking about forever.”  Betty traced his lips with her fingers, her eyes taking in every feature of his beautiful face.

“You see forever?”

“Every time I look in your eyes,” he whispered.  She began to smile, remembering the song she had sung on New Year’s Eve.  “I want you forever.”

“Like get married and have babies and everything?” she asked, resting her forehead on hers, her hips beginning a slow circular dance on him.

“God, yes.  Everything!”

“Isn’t there like a rule or something that says we can’t think about these things until we’ve date like a year or more?” she asked, pressing her mouth to his neck.

“I don’t care much for rules when it comes to love and dating and life; I go with my own rules and wants,” he said simply.  She looked at him and a slow smile spread across her face.  

“Thank God for that,” she said happily.  “I love you too Juggie, so much and I want you beyond forever.”  She pressed her mouth to his and moved her hips more forcefully and he groaned and fell back, pulling her down onto the sheet they had thrown on the floor in front of the fire and he proceeded to drive her out of her mind once again.

Tag, You’re It | No Control P2

Prologue 

Gif not mine!

Originally posted by whoisthatcurly

Satisfied.

That’s how I feel when I stick my shovel deep into the dirt and sand. White t-shirt soaking in sweat after forty minutes of digging two holes about six feet deep. Dust and mud cover me from head to toe, and I feel gross. It was all worth it though, I reassure myself as I stare at the mound of freshly dug dirt that would disappear in tonight’s rain. My reign of control that was lost a week prior has returned. I’ll enjoy it.

My hands rest on the top of the wooden handle of the shovel as I continue to admire my work, then avert to the other man shortly after. Louis throws one last shovel full of dirt on top of the pile he already has then sighs out in relief, tossing away the tool. He stretches out his arms and lets out a giant yawn, exhausted from today’s fun. His white Raybans have a thin layer of dust on the lens. We’ll both enjoy it while it lasts.

This one, she was beautiful. Her brown hair brushed the tops of her shoulders, and her hazel eyes glimmered in the sunlight. Her smile was contagious as well as her laugh. That body was perfect, small and fragile, curves in all the right places. My tongue runs across my bottom lip just thinking about it. I remember the soft feel of her skin when it brushed my fingertips, and how she’d quiver with fear.

I remember the adrenaline rush that came when my large hand was at her throat, squeezing it tightly. I loved it. I craved more of it. I wanna be in control again. When she begged for me to stop, my grip strengthened. I didn’t like that. She wants to be in control. My left hand twitched like it was telling me to carry on. So I did. I rammed that chef’s knife deep into her stomach not once, not twice, but three times, tearing into some of her vital organs. Tears were falling from those hazel eyes, and blood-curdling screams erupted from that pretty little mouth that still rings my eardrums six hours later.

I remember her shaking body sliding to the ground, her core a bloody mess. She cried softly from the pain and pressed against her wounds with her tiny hands, trying to stop the bleeding, but failed. It just seeps between the cracks of her fingers. I watch as the life slipped away from her, the gleam in her eye is now a faded white. Her whole body was relaxed and peaceful. I’m in control again; I feel better. I cradled her in my arms and brought her into the bathroom where the blue barrel was waiting. Four bottles of hydrofluoric acid later, she’s literally a bloody puddle, and now she’s six feet underground in the desert along with three others. Going to all that trouble and I can’t remember her name. I think it was Dani? Or perhaps, Debbie? Oh well, she doesn’t mean anything anymore.

“Harry?” Louis’ shrill voice interrupts my reminiscing, and I look up at him. “Give me a hand would ya? It’s bad enough we’re doing this in the afternoon when people are awake.” I nod then pull my shovel out of the dirt and walk over to him.

It takes ten minutes to finish packing the dirt on before we hear crunching tires behind us. I plop down one more shovelful before I step away and observe it. “That should be alright.” I wipe away the dripping sweat with my shirt then pull my curls back into a small bun. “I’ll go get the car.”

Louis tosses the keys over then I retreat off to the black Range Rover, parked a safe distance away. The sounds crunching dirt comes to a halt behind me when I approach the black vehicle. “You alright?” Turning my head slightly, I find a black-haired man hanging out the side window. He has a patch of red in one section of his hair and small diamonds earrings of in both ears.

“Yeah, m'alright. Thanks.”

My teeth clench together when he doesn’t look convinced. “You sure? We don’t mind taking you into town. It’s a pretty long walk to the nearest station.” We? My gaze scoots over and sports a pixie cut brunette with sunglasses and painted red lips. She doesn’t look too thrilled to be helping a stranger by the small frown she wears.

“My friend and I just got back from a hike, s'all. Thanks for being concerned, though.” I reply smoothly. It’s a good thing I wore basketball shorts and tennis shoes.

The man smiles, showing off a set of perfect teeth. “Oh! My bad!” The brunette sighs in relief and whispers something to him before eyeing the road, apparently eager to drive off. “Enjoy your evening, man!”

Oh trust me, I will. After waving goodbye, they speed off then I climb into the car and bring the engine to life before cranking the air conditioning full blast. The crisp cool air is refreshing.

“Let’s go,” I say when I pull up next to the grave site. I hop out of the car to help Louis with the supplies. He hands me the shovel along the way. Louis falls in step with me. “Ya know I’m actually goin’ to miss that one.” My brows come together in response, confused. “I actually admired her, so it was a little hard to end it all. I almost shed a tear.” That makes me chuckle as we put our supplies in the trunk.

“Can’t be doin’ tha’ though Lou, we can’t trust them. At all.” His lips form a hard line, and he hesitates before nodding. I’m always extremely strict dangerous when it comes to this part of our lives. One fuck up and we’re screwed, making our condition worse than it already is. We could never regain control of our lives again, the media would tear us apart, our careers would deteriorate, and our fans wouldn’t love us anymore.

Our case together rests at sixteen counts of first-degree murder along with sixteen aggravating factors of destruction to the body which factors out to a whole life sentence in prison. I shake my head. We can’t live like that. Just thinking about it alters the high I feel right now. We climb into the car, and Louis peels off when I give him the go ahead, kicking up dirt behind us as we head back to the road.

I’m in charge of everything the both is us do when it comes to this. I started it last month when we were literally the source of every single tabloid headline. Not in a good way either. Too many bullshit stories made up by anyone who wanted a quick buck, too many to handle at once. Plus with the stress of the tour we’re on, our new album underway, missing my family back in London. It’s just so overwhelming sometimes. I felt like I was losing control of everything, always screwing every single thing up. No one would listen to me. It didn’t start out as Louis and I. For awhile it was just me releasing all the frustration. But soon, I saw Louis’ world just get darker and darker. He was depressed, I could tell. At first, I didn’t know what to do. I’ve kept this a secret from everyone for so long, and I didn’t know how he would perceive me. There was also the threat of him spilling to one of the other boys and his family then I would be ruined, but he’s my best friend. Someone who I could never keep anything from. When I first told him, he couldn’t believe what he heard then almost called the police when I showed him the photo album I keep of all my victims before I.. eliminate them. The only way to get him on board was to show him what it felt like to be in control again. And after that night, he has never felt so alive.

I’ll never forget the first girl I murdered. It haunts me every single day and night. If I could take it all back, I would. It was at a meet and greet in Columbus, fans buzzing through the line waiting for their picture with us. Each flash made me more irritable, but I put on the best smile I could, just for them. The boys were angsty as well. Niall wasn’t his usual charming self, Louis was extra quiet, and Liam barely smiled in between each picture. It was hitting us hard. Then I saw her; she was the last one, kind of short, red hair with bangs, and green eyes. Her name was Ella, seventeen years old. She was ecstatic to meet us and couldn’t stop smiling the whole way through.

Disturbing thoughts shot through my brain when the picture was taken. Ella would listen to me; she would do whatever I told her to do. I could.. gain control. I could take her hostage, torture her, then when I’m done I could just.. get rid of her. Kill her. My body shivered. No, Harry, no. This isn’t right. This isn’t you. My inner angel screamed in my ear, but the devil’s words were so overpowering. You have to do this. You need this! Your emotional life is in shambles. We wrapped up the meet and greet, and the boys started to leave the venue, but I lingered behind. My plan wasn’t going to work, I had nowhere to stow her away. But I just wanted some satisfaction. I’d just fulfill the last part. I walked by one of our roadies’ tool chest and slipped a screwdriver cautiously into my coat pocket along with a lighter.

I memorized where Ella exited and followed her path. I flipped up my hood and shoved my hands deep into the pockets of my coat, fingers wrapped tightly around the handle of the tool. It took a few minutes of walking, but I spot her alone down the sidewalk. Headphones slipped over her bobbing head as she slightly danced to whatever beat she’s listening to. My feet pick up the pace to meet up with her and once I’m in arms reach I tapped her on the shoulder.

She jumped a little but spun around. That smile returned when she exclaimed my name. She questioned my presence here, but I ignored it. I asked her to follow me into the darkest alley I could find, saying it held a surprise from us. Of course, she took the bait. My armed hand sweated profusely in my pocket, and as soon as we turned the corner, I asked if she was ready. Her reply was a bubbly yes. I close my eyes and let out a sigh. It all happened so quickly.

My hand grabbed her shirt collar then slammed her against the brick wall of the building, knocking the wind out of her. I pressed my hand hard against her mouth to prevent the cries of pain from being heard. She didn’t fight back, probably because she couldn’t. She wasn’t strong enough. Then I did it. I stabbed her. Ten times in the abdomen. She was dead before she hit the ground with a thud. I gulped, aware of what I’ve done, gasping for air. My eyes flew down to the blood-soaked hand that shook profusely. What.. have you done? “Control..” I murmured, and then I.. smiled. I put the bloodied screwdriver back into my pocket then took her phone and broke it since it had evidence of myself on it. As for the body, I pulled out the lighter and lit her shirt. It took awhile for it to catch flame, but it finally did. I quickly tossed her into a nearby dumpster and shut the lid then retreated from the scene, fulfilled.

But now, I hate myself for it. I killed a fan. A loyal, loving fan. I swore to myself that I wouldn’t ever go after a then again; I told the Louis that, too. Over that last month, I’ve constructed some rules we go by as we become more experienced.

1. No fans.

2. Don’t interfere with the each other’s victim.

3. Never let them out of the room.

4. Always kill the victim when you’re through.

5. Allow yourself two to three months for cooldown.

We live by these rules until these days are done, or we get caught, but everyone is so careful when it comes to this, so I don’t have to worry too much.

The tall buildings of Santa Monica come into view four hours later. The sun sets low in the sky making it a beautiful orange color. It’s six o’ clock so rush hour is in effect. We are just inching along the streets until we get back to our luxurious house on the cliffs that we all share. We only stay there when we are in town for extended periods of time, and since Simon suggested that we take a break from touring and just focus on the new album, he gave us two months off. I haven’t had a break that long since.. we first started One Direction. That’s absolutely insane.

Louis has the radio on, listening to the latest game are in the front seat talking about football, and I’m just staring out the open window. I’m so exhausted, I just wanna get back and sleep for the rest of the day. I begin to close my droopy eyes to catch some Zs since we would be in traffic for awhile, but I hear someone call out, “No! Stop! My board!” Crunch.

My eyes fly back open when Louis slams on the brakes. A woman trots out into traffic and to our car, a frown pasted on her maroon stained lips. A pair of Aviators set on her nose and another pair of regular black glasses hang off her gray tank top. A plaid purple button-up hangs loosely over the top of that. She wears blue jean shorts and a pair of gray Vans. She’s tall and thin, and not to mention beautiful.

Louis rolls down his window. “M'so sorry.”

She picks up the wooden longboard that had colorful flowers painted on it, cracked in two pieces. She sighs then places the pieces under her right arm. “It’s okay I guess. You didn’t know. Thanks for stopping.”

“Babe? You alright? I heard yelling.” A yellow haired man skates up on his own board wearing nothing but a pair of basketball shorts, sneakers, and a snapback. His was built strong, defined muscles along his arms and chest. A silver hoop pierces his nostril and a long colorful tattoo sleeve envelopes his entire right arm. A look of concern held his face.

“I’m all right, Josh. My board isn’t though. She frowns at the pieces. He cringes and takes them from her small hands.

“Once again, thanks for stopping.” She says with a half smile.

“No problem, but you should try some super glue.” Louis jokes, trying to lighten the mood.

“Or duct tape.” I throw in with a grin.

She laughs, adding to her beauty. “Or both, highly doubt that’ll work, but thanks for the suggestions.” A car horn interrupts them, and she looks at the vehicle behind us. “I’ll let you get back to driving.” She pats the roof our car then turns to walk away.

“Wait!” Louis calls out, and she turns on her heel. “What’s your name?”

“(Y/N), and that’s all you need to know for now. We’re late for our date with my couch and Netflix, thanks to you!” Josh chuckles and rolls his eyes. She walks back on the sidewalk. “Bye One Direction, excellent meeting half of you.” She winks then strolls away.

“Wasn’t she something?” Louis rolls up his window and starts driving away, but before she’s out of sight, I pull out my camera and snap a photo of her. Her attitude is something I’ve never encountered before. She’s sarcastic and full of fire. I like that. It’s a new challenge. The urge is back, and I only know one way to fix it.

I want (Y/N) to be my next victim.

* * * *

Nine o’ clock rolls around when we finally reach the house that sits on the outskirts of Santa Monica. The sun has almost disappeared beneath the horizon, turning the sky a periwinkle color with faint shades of pink and orange mixed in. Chatter flies between the boys when Louis pulls inside the garage, but I remain quiet, too focused on what’s in my hands. Those past two hours, I pulled open that photo I snapped and gazed at it. My thumb presses the button above the selection wheel, zooming in closer to her face, but blurring it severely in the process. I can barely make out her features and the (Y/H/C) blob of hair. My fists tighten around the camera, angered by the quality. I need another. “Ya coming, mate?” Louis asks, making me raise my head and look to the right. “Hm?”

“I said are ya coming? We’re home now.” He asks again. I didn’t even hear him get out of the Rover; I must have been that distant. I nod nonchalantly at him then look back down at the camera. His footsteps smack against the garage floor as he walks to the door leading into the kitchen.

Shutting off the camera, I follow Louis inside a few minutes later and head straight to my room, avoiding the hellos from Liam and Niall, and locking the door behind me. I shower, washing away any reminder of what I’ve just done six hours ago then slip on a pair of lounge pants afterward. I slick my brown curls away from my face as I walk over to my bed, picking up my laptop that’s underneath it. I collapse on the navy blue comforter and open it up, typing in the first social media site that comes to mind: Twitter.

My fingers type in her name in the search bar to find her in my followers list. A million hits. Scrolling through many accounts with no success after about half an hour, I decided to try a different spelling. The scroll bar a little longer this time producing fewer results. Once again, scanning each individual icon I find, but nothing. Maybe she doesn’t have a Twitter account? I move on to Instagram and begin the process all over again. My frustration building with each time I try, then I freeze.

I found her. I click on her username @(Y/U/N); it loads up the page, and I notice she has fifty thousand followers. I click the icon. The photo is of her with two other people I don’t recognize. One of them is a girl with short blue hair in a sleeveless white dress with rainbow heels on her feet. She’s laughing at someone off to the side of the photo. The next is a guy with pink hair that’s shaved on either side. He wears a jacket paired with a purple shirt, bowtie, and black skinny jeans. He plants a kiss on (Y/N)’s cheek who smiles brightly with tightly closed eyes. My face flushes red.

Her hair is curled loosely and falls down past her bust. She’s dressed in ripped black skinny jeans, a studded leather jacket, and a plain white t-shirt along with black ankle boots. Both arms are draped around them, hugging them close. They’re all standing on a red carpet with a backdrop that says ‘APMAs’ in multiple places. I guess it was at an awards show.

I exit the photo and look through her feed. The last picture was posted three hours ago, but the photo wasn’t hers. She reposted it from another account. ’@mermalicat: one of my many OTPs.’ A red curtain is halfway open revealing a sleeping couple, (Y/N), and the same guy, but with blue hair this time sleeping in a bunk. He lies on his back, head slouched to the left buried in her hair while she’s curled up and snuggled into his right side. A laptop screen lowly lights them like they fell asleep watching something. My anger keeps building upon itself, the need growing and growing the longer I stare at it.

Who is that? That guy she was with earlier? A fire ignites in my stomach when I click on his name that’s tagged in the photo. I’m all right, Josh. My board isn’t though. Her sad voice echoes in the back of my brain. That’s his name! He’s the drummer for a band called twenty one pilots, over a million followers and verified. I scroll through his feed for awhile trying to find any indication of his relationship with (Y/N). All the photos of them make it seem like they’re a couple. Whether it’s holding hands, cuddling, hugging, or anything remotely cute, my mind flashes couple. They’re definitely a couple.

I can’t have that. However, how do I get Josh out of the picture? I’ve never dealt with boyfriends before. All of my previous victims were single when I met them. He’s well known, too, which would cause an uproar in their fandom. I lie back on my pillow, a playful smile on my face as I ponder ways to get Josh out the picture. Maybe a few stabs to the chest, or a slit to the throat so I can watch all the blood trickle down on the pavement, or I could try something new and smother him with a pillow. So many options to choose from. Either way, he’ll be gone when I’m through with him.

My dark green eyes flick to the bottom right corner of my computer screen to check the time: midnight. I let out a timely yawn then shut the laptop screen, sliding it back under the bed. The exhaustion from earlier reaches it peak and my eyes fall shut. I have lots of work to do tomorrow.

Bright rays of light shine through the curtains making me clench my eyes tightly, I groan and roll over pulling the comforter over my head. I lie there in silence for a few more minutes before groaning and throwing the covers off of me. I rub the sleep from my eyes, then grab my phone and check the time, twelve pm. I hear the rest of the boys downstairs along with clinking dishes; they must be making breakfast. I throw on a t-shirt then head down the wooden stairs; it’s fresh and relaxing against my aching feet.  Inhaling the scents of waffles, I walk into the kitchen, and I’m greeted by Louis who has a mouthful of food. “Mornin’ Hazza, well I guess I should say afternoon.”

I chuckle then grab a plate from the cupboard then head back over to the island where Niall is making another batch of waffles. “Afternoon Louis, and you guys as well.” I grab a fork and stab two of them, placing each on my plate. They nod in acknowledgment.

“How many are you making Niall?! Our families left ages ago!” Louis states and swirls his piece in syrup before popping it in his mouth.

Niall shrugs. “Use to it, I guess. I’ll eat em’ anyways, you know that.” I sit down next to Liam and grab the syrup, drizzling a decent amount before digging in. I place my phone next to the plate to start my research again. Recording for our new album starts in about two weeks, so I have until then to establish a plan for Josh and find (Y/N) in person again.

When I was searching his Twitter feed, I discovered that he’s also working on a new album, staying very late in the studio. I’ll just wait until he walks outside alone, then strangles him from behind. There’s an option to consider. Only I need to find out where it is. There are thousands of places in Santa Monica to record, so I’ll have to do some hardcore digging.

Another thing I noticed is that he likes to be by himself. I could try home invasion or lure him outside at night, but that may be a little riskier. I could time all this out correctly, I gain her trust like usual but prolong it so when I get rid of Josh, I’ll be there for comfort making it so much easier to steal her away. That sounds perfect.

I take another bite of my waffles, which are very delicious by the way, then fingers snap in my direction, bringing my attention away from my phone. “Hazza?” Louis asks, a bit of worry in his voice. “Are you okay? Did you hear what Liam said?” Niall sits across from me at the island, his brows pulled together with confusion.

“Uh, yeah I’m alright. Sorry. What did you say?” I brush it off quickly, then address Liam.

“I said that we should all do something today, you know like go golfing or something.”

“I’m down for that!” Niall says excitedly, then sips his orange juice. “Or we could go to the beach, too. I don’t care.”

My stomach ties in knots. Usually, after our victims are taken care of, we take a few months to unwind and relax, then build up to the next one. Louis made up that rule for our safety so authorities, Liam or Niall don’t grow suspicious and because I always had a taste for moving on so quickly. I shrug, “The beach is excellent, or I hear the summer carnival is back on the pier.”

Niall’s smirk grows. “Oh yeah! Let’s do that so I can beat your asses on all the games.”

“Is that a challenge?” Liam sneers then takes a bite of the last piece of waffle on his plate.

“You better believe it Payno!”

He laughs a little bit. “Fine, at two we’ll go over there, and then I’ll show you what a real champ looks like.” Louis rolls his eyes and continues eating while they go back and forth saying who is better. I shake my head smiling then return back to my phone.

Throughout the rest of breakfast, I figured out where (Y/N) worked, it’s a small bakery called Sweet Tooth that’s located a few blocks down from the pier. I found that out along with other things as well. She’s twenty-three and lives with the blue haired girl (currently brown) Ali, and her favorite places to be: the beach, her apartment patio, the skatepark, and the pier which is where we are heading now. I’m indecisive about her being there; it’s way too early meet her, even though I already did by accident, yet I want her there so I can snap photos of her for a little project I started.

As deranged as I already may sound there’s more to my killings than meets the eye. Deep down in our basement lies a dark room filled with photographs of my past subjects. I process and develop our favorite pictures of them then string them up with laundry clips tastefully around the room. Since I love photography as it is, it makes it easy to keep from Liam and Niall. It’s nice to go back and reminisce on the past sometimes, and this is perfect for that.

Hopefully, the boys aren’t too suspicious of my actions this morning. Louis was a bit skeptical, but he always is afterward. He is the one who reminds me to keep a level head, so I don’t totally go off the deep end, and he’s been doing a great job so far. Good thing, I still do photography for a hobby, so they don’t question me about the camera that hangs around my neck as we walk.

Sounds of hundreds of people, seagulls, and crashing waves fill my eardrums as the ocean air fills my nose. To reduce fan encounters, I pulled my hair back in a low bun, slipped on a pair of sunglasses and a fedora. Niall wears a golf cap, and a pair of Raybans, Louis’ in a beanie and Aviators, and Liam stuck with his usual snap back and Oakley’s, hopefully, no one will notice us.

“Alright!” Niall exclaims, turning around to walk back so he can speak to us. “I say the first game we play is the one where we knock over the bottles with a ball!”

“As you wish!” Liam challenges then we head over to the red tent that’s in the middle left side of the pier. They pay five dollars, and each gets three green balls the size of your palm. “Prepare for failure.” He taunts with a confident smirk. Niall scoffs then lines up his first throw. He tosses it, and barely misses making Liam laugh. “HA!”

“Why did we agree to do this?” Louis leans over and mumbles to me.

“Because we are friendly people who enjoy the company of our friends,” I say. “And we like to watch them humiliate each other,” I add when Liam misses a shot.

Niall grabs another ball and throws it, knocking the top one over. “Oh yeah, suck it!” The guy working the stand rolls his eyes at his childishness and lights a cigarette, taking a long drag. Liam shakes his head, then picks up another ball, tossing it lightly in the air and back into his hand before beaming down the aisle, crashing all three of them down. He looks triumphantly at Niall whose jaw is dropped to the floor. “Wha-?”

“Don’t be sad Niall, you knew this was coming.”

“Fuck you! I want a rematch!” He growls then pulls out his wallet. Liam starts teasing him again.

“And I want food, goodbye!” Louis pipes then turns on his heel to the nearest food stand.

As I stand there and watch the two of them bicker once again, I laugh. After a few minutes, my eyes begin to take in my surroundings: the many colorful tents, an arcade, the giant ferris wheel and little roller coaster. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch a glimpse of (Y/H/C) hair. I turn toward it to make sure my eyes aren’t deceiving me, but they’re not. There she stands in a white flowy shirt decorated with skulls and a pair of black shorts matched with her gray Vans again. She walks off the ferris wheel with two guys and a girl: Josh, a black-haired man whom I learned, was Ali’s boyfriend Jack, and Ali herself.

Jack turns to break away from the group like he wants to leave, but Ali protests with a loud no and grabs his hand, dragging him to the nearest tent labeled ‘Elephant Ears.’ He throws his head back in annoyance but complies Josh and (Y/N) follow behind shortly, his tattooed arm draped around her shoulders, and she laughs. The sight fuels my hatred for him, even more, making me clench my long fingers around my camera tightly. I lift it to my eye and snap a quick photo. 

And so it begins.

One Last Time

Originally posted by trashybooksforladies



Word count: 1.5K

Pairings: Maria x Reader, Eliza x Alexander

Time: Modern AU

Warnings: None?



I was laughing as I walked around with Eliza, I had convinced her to help me come out to pick a ring out. After courting Maria for so long, I had finally decided it was time, time to ask her if she would make me the happiest person alive and marry me. Everything was set; the menu, the venue, the seating, all I needed now was to put my plan into action.

“She’ll love that one, I’m sure of it,” Eliza squealed as she looked at the ring that the jeweler pulled out a beautiful ring. It was a rose gold band with small diamonds lining up to the bigger one in the middle. She was right, this ring was perfect for Maria. All I had to do now was propose to her.

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Youtube Wonderland - Masterpost

“The world was dark, a seemingly mysterious enigma that shrouded you with uneasiness. Yet, you know this place - there was this underlying tone of familiarity. You sigh, taking it all in, the wondrous sights, the mystique setting…

You belong here.

Welcome to Wonderland.”

This is the masterpost for @destiplier and I’s brand new au! In this, you, the traveler, are sent to a mysterious place filled with characters that look a lot like the youtubers you watch on your computer. 

You hear from multiple characters that the Card Suitors, who took over from the unheard Heir, are terrorizing the whole area and putting everyone in fear. As you meet everyone, you ask how to get home. 

What is home?

Can you put a stop to the Card Suitors? Or will you find an underlying dark tone that makes your skin crawl?

Curiouser and curiouser….

Right now, this is an open universe, excerpting the characters and their roles. If you have anything to contribute, feel free to message Ash (destiplier) or I with your ideas! This is a dark, fun au that we’re excited to discover and unravel.

There are a few basic guidelines, so here they are:

-This, all in all, has no slash or shipping content. That doesn’t mean however, that we will stop you from doing so. Just refrain from putting it in the main tags of the youtubers. 

-If you make fanart of this au, credit to either of us would be amazing and very professional of you. We worked hard on this and we want credit where it’s due.

-This is a dark au. It’s gory as hell, it’s terrifying, and it’s not sunshine and rainbows. If you draw a gory scene, please put the appropriate tags so anyone with a weak stomach or is easily grossed out can blacklist that art. 

That’s about it. Anything else that I or Ash feel like we need to add will be added later on.

 We both hope that everyone has fun with this. Write, draw, mix, create. The possibilities are endless. 

Wonderland cast:

Pewdiepie as the White Rabbit

Danny Sexbang as the Mad Hatter

Egoraptor as the March Hare

Barry Kramer as the Doormouse

Rubberninja as the Cheshire Cat

Cryotic as the Caterpillar

Muskyerm and LordMinion777 as Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum

Mortem3r as Gryphon

Commanderholly as the Pigeon

Wiishu as the Knave of Hearts

Markiplier as the King

Matt Watson (kidswithproblems) as the Queen

Jacksepticeye as the Ace

Ryan Magee (kidswithproblems) as the Jack

Other characters will be added as we continue the story.

Character designs are mainly posted on Ash’s tumblr (destiplier). They’re very talented and I’m glad Ash is helping me with these designs! Love to them <3

Pewdiepie (hasn’t officially been drawn):

White Rabbit ears, with a white buttondown and red vest. In the middle of his chest, is a pocketwatch that beats to some sort of sick heartbeat. His pants are gray, and he wears tall black boots and has a bunny tail. Also wears a gray cape. Seems to look hungover constantly. 

Danny Sexbang (character design on Ash’s blog): 

A navy blue coat that has really long coat tails that touch the ground, tight striped blue and white leggings with black dress shoes. Also a giant blue top hat on his head that’s usually decorated with the joker card. He also wears dark lipstick and his nails are painted dark.

Egoraptor (character design on Ash’s blog):

a button down and a vest under it, with striped pants similar to Dan’s but looser. Usually just wears socks. Has brown rabbit ears. Always seems to be jittery and shaky…

Barry Kramer (character design here):

Barry has a white shirt and black pants under a rich red/orange silk coat, with a belt keeping the coat together. He wears buckled boots and has a thing fencing sword attached to his back. Squeaks when angry or surprised. Also has brown mouse ears and a tail. Quite small as well.

Rubberninja (character design here):

He wears a sleek dark navy grey crop top that stops just before his belly button and the same color tights; he also wears a mask with cat ears on it that cover everything except his lower jaw and mouth. He has fingerless gloves on each hand and ballet flats on his feet. Also has a tail that seems to have a mind of its own. His mouth also has a scar on each side of his mouth: the scar on the left side is turned upward in a smile, and the right one is turned downward in a frown.

Cryaotic (hasn’t officially been drawn yet):

A being that’s a mixture of the monster of many faces from Avatar: The last Air Bender and no face from Spirited Away, it’s a dark, bug like manifestation with the blank Cry mask on. His mouth never moves when he speaks either. Always seems to know what’s going to happen next. 

Muskyerm and Lordminion777 (not officially been drawn yet):

Two very different people that seem to be connected by a very bloody, very messy sewing accident. Bob is wearing a black button down and white pants; Wade is wearing a white button down and black pants. Both have a blood red bowtie on. 

Mortem3r (not officially been drawn yet):

Part eagle, part lion. Has the back legs of a lion, the front of an eagle, wings of an eagle. Yet, instead of an eagle’s face, Suzy’s face is there. Always seems to have a permanent ring of red around her mouth, and it’s not just her lipstick. 

Commander Holly (not officially been drawn yet):

A small pink haired human with a blue bonnet, a light blue dress, and pigeon wings. Swears on her life you’re a serpent person.

Wiishu (not officially been drawn yet): 

Has black armor up to her face, which is in a ponytail. She wears a heart eye patch that covers a scar that runs down her face. Literally Undyne. (Ash and I had a whole discussion about how Undyne was based off this specific character) 

Markiplier, Matt, Jacksepticeye, Ryan (all found together on Ash’s blog):

Mark wears an open red trenchcoat and wields an axe that has a heart on the handle, and also wears dark pants and black woodsman boots. 

Matt wears a sort of blue catsuit that goes up to his neck with a diamond on his right breast, and carries around poison knives that are in the form of diamonds.

Sean wears a green samurai style robe with slippers; his hairs in a ponytail, and he bears a katana that has a spade engraved on it.

Ryan wears a dark orange muscle shirt and dark leggings with a lighter orange hooded cape, and he wears brass knuckles that have clubs on the knuckles.

Edit: Ash and I will be tracking the tag YTWonderland!au so if you want us to see anything, feel free to tag it!

Here With You - George Weasley Imagine

-Requested-

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So, year 2 or 3 Fred & George found the mirror of erised and George saw himself proposing to their friend, yn, and Fred is there too. then postwar, George is going to propose to his now-girlfriend, yn, but he’s nervous bc Fred can’t exactly be there
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•Warning: Major Character Death Mention (Spoilers if you haven’t read the last book nor watched the last movie!)•

~George’s POV~

“Fred! We need to leave now! Filch is coming!” I whispered/yelled to Fred who was snickering. Me and Fred had pulled a huge prank on a group of Slytherins for bullying our best friend, (Y/n) (Y/l/n), she was sad and we wanted those bastards to pay. I really really like (Y/n), the way she smiles just makes me wanna go crazy. She’s a wonderful girl, who doesn’t deserve to be treated like crap. We could’ve had more fun on the prank but there was a flaw in the plan, 2 or 3 of our Wildfire Whiz-Bangs that me and George had just invented went in the same direction. They hit each-other and created a huge explosion that shook the castles corridor and left the group of Slytherins unconscious on the floor. “What in the bloody hell is going on?” Filch screamed, his footsteps coming closer by every second.

“Let’s go!” Fred said quickly grabbing my arm. Once we turned the corner there was no way to turn except for a door at the end of the corridor. It’s either the door or detention and house points taken away. We both weren’t gonna accept detention, so we ran all the way down the corridor and opened the door. We snuck our way in and closed the door quietly, I put my ear on the door to listen to filch. He was screaming in anger which made me laugh “Whoa! Georgie come and look at this!” Fred exclaimed. I looked towards Fred’s direction and saw him standing in front of a giant mirror. “What is it?” I asked “I don’t know” Fred said as we both took a step closer towards the mirror. “Cool! George do you see that?!” Fred said excitedly “see what? All I see is us” I told him looking at the mirror more closely. “You seriously don’t see that?! It’s both of us were in front of this cool looking shop! Hey! Are those wildfire whiz-bangs coming out of the store?!” Fred said in amazement.

I was right in front of the mirror now and I saw something. Not what Fred was talking about but it was something different, Me and Fred where grown up but we still kinda looked the same. We were talking, I looked pretty nervous but Fred just patted my back and gave me a little push. When I walked away from him, this beautiful girl was just laughing to herself. I tapped her on the shoulder and when she turned around I saw that it was….. (Y/n). She gave me a wide smile and hug, when she pulled back I - I got down on one knee and took out a red velvet box revealing a shining diamond ring. (Y/n)’s eyes widened and she covered her mouth with both of her hands. I said a few words and she nodded her head yes and held out her left hand. When I slipped the finger on, I got up and hugged her. I even kissed her!

“Um… Mate you okay?” Fred asked waving his hand in front of my face. I was brought back from the dream that was in front of me as I think it’s a dream. I shook my head and blinked a few times “yeah, why?” I asked “your drooling” Fred chuckled. I wiped my mouth with my sleeve “what did you see?” Fred asked “I… I saw (Y/n) and I proposed to her. A-And she said yes” I said dreamily “What if this mirror tells the future?!” Fred said as of it were a true fact. “I don’t know Freddie. I don’t think (Y/n) even likes me.” But I was wrong. (Y/n) felt the same as I did to her, Fred pushed us together and that’s how we started dating. The mirror dream wasn’t gonna be real if it weren’t for Fred giving me a little push. I loved her so much and Fred did everything he can to get that dream to become real.

~After The Battle Of Hogwarts~

~(Y/n)’s POV~

“Hey Georgie. How are you feeling?” I asked George sitting on the end of the bed “Horrible” He replied looking down at his hands. I walked off the bed and came onto George’s side. I wrapped my arms lovingly around him “Georgie. I know you miss Fred. Everybody does. But just remember he’ll always be with you. He’s here with you now.” I whispered soothingly in his ear. I saw tears rapidly falling down his cheeks “I-I could’ve d-done more. I c-could’ve saved h-him.” He cried into my shoulder “Honey. You did all you could. Don’t blame yourself. Now tell me would Fred wanna see you like this?” I asked stroking his hair. He shook his head rapidly “N-no.” He whispered “then be strong for Fred. He wouldn’t like it if you were sad, he would want you to be happy in life” I whispered. He looked up and made eye contact with me, I gave him a tender smile in which he returned. He hugged me tightly in his arms “your right. Fred wouldn’t be happy. I love you so so much. Promise me you’ll never leave me, because if you did I probably wouldn’t able to be happy anymore.” He whispered into my hair “I love you too Georgie. And I promise that I’ll never ever leave you” I whispered kissing him on the lips passionately.

~A Few Days Later~

I’m so proud of George. He’s finally accepting the past. I know it’s hard for him to accept his brothers death because they were very close. But George is trying his best, and that’s what matters. He’s always trying to put a smile on his face, but when I’m around him he always smiles like a little child. “Babe!” George yelled from downstairs “Yeah baby!” I screamed from upstairs as I was putting on a coat of mascara. “I was just thinking that maybe we should go to the three broomsticks tonight after you get home from work?” George asked coming up the stairs and popping his head in the doorway. I smiled in the mirror before turning around to hug George “That sounds lovely. I’ll try to get off early today okay?” I smiled “okay, I love you” George cooed kissing my lips “I love you too” I said in between kisses “bye” he said as he watched me slip on my coat and walk downstairs. “Bye” I smiled waving my hand in the air before Disapparating to work.

~George’s POV~

As I watched (Y/n) go I thought in my head “I can’t do it!”. I wanted to bring (Y/n) to the Three Broomsticks tonight because I wanted to propose to her. But I just can’t do it! I need Fred here he’s the reason why I always had the guts to ask (Y/n) out in the first place. I went inside our bedroom and looked at myself in the long body mirror we had in there. I took out a small velvet case that held a diamond ring, I looked back at the mirror. “Hem hem…” I cleared my throat “(Y/n) (Y/l/n) you make me the happiest person alive, will you marry me?” I told myself looking in the mirror. I shook my head “No! George. Come one. Don’t be simply! It’s for (Y/n)!” I got down on one knee again and started to say random words. I was like this for three hours straight. I heard the front door creak open which brought me from my thoughts. “Georgie! I’m home!” I heard (Y/n) say from downstairs. I ran downstairs and hugged her “how was work?” I asked trying to seem casual “it was great, my boss actually gave me a raise today, isn’t that awesome?” She said excitedly “Yeah it is! I’m surprised that old man even gave raises to anybody!” I laughed as (Y/n) giggled “I know right” she said giving me a kiss on the cheek “are you ready to go?” I asked brushing some hair out of her face “yeah. Just let me go pee first” she said quickly slipping out of my arms and running upstairs to the bathroom.

~At The Three Broomsticks~

~(Y/n)’s POV~

Everything was going perfectly fine at the restaurant, we actually managed to get seats outside. The white Christmas lights and the stars shining brightly above us. After a few minutes of eating I noticed something weird about George. He kept standing up and then sitting back down. “Um.. Georgie? Are you alright?” I asked taking a bite of my pasta “Y-yeah just felt something on my butt” he laughed nervously sitting back down which made me bust into laughter. “I-I’m sorry” I giggled taking a drink of water. “It’s okay” George chuckled standing up but not sitting back down he went on the side of the table and smiled at me. I returned it back, “Um. Okay, here goes nothing” I heard George mumble before he got on one knee and pulled out a small velvet case which revealed a diamond ring….. A Diamond Ring!!!! I heard gasps and awes coming from the other people also having dinner outside as my eyes widened. “(Y/n) (Y/l/n) I love you so much and I just couldn’t wait another day to tell you this. Hold on… I have a poem I made..” He cleared his throat which made me smile even bigger “(Y/n) (Y/l/n) I wanna marry you because you’re the first person I wanna look at when I wake up in the morning, and the only one I wanna kiss at night. Your the one who helped me the most when I was sad and you helped me heal. But mainly, when you love someone as much as I love you, getting married is the only thing left to do, so, will you, um, marry me?” George said nervously “Yes! Yes!” I screamed as George slipped the diamond ring in my finger. I jumped into his arms and started to kiss him roughly as he did the same. People all around us clapped and the bartender took pictures “George you charming little ginger” I giggled “how long did it take you to right that?” I asked wrapping my arms tightly around his neck “about two hours” he said excitedly “well that was beautiful” I smiled “I would do anything for you” George remarked with a smug grin on his face.

~~Kristian

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Christmas with Thomas Sangster

Plot: It was your first Christmas with your boyfriend, Thomas, in your new home.

Characters: Thomas Brodie-Sangster, Lilly Ann Lovegood

Word Count: 3,363

“Thomas, its Christmas eve can’t we just stay home?” I moan as Thomas pushes me to get ready. He picked out the dress he begged me to wear, admittedly out my own wardrobe so that wasn’t a complete disaster. He was ready to go and was standing at the door shouting up to me to hurry up. I put in my last earring, just a stud – I’ve always thought dangling ones felt too heavy on my small ears – and hurried downstairs only to be met with a very handsome looking Thomas.

“You clean up nicely,” I teased, grinning like a Cheshire cat. He took a quick bow and linked his arm with mine, romantically hurrying me out the door to the car.

“Not too bad yourself,” he teased back and got into the driver’s side on the car. “It’s a definite change from jogging bottoms and messy buns stuffing your face with pizza,” he laughed and so did I.

“Hey, you ticked the terms and conditions when you asked me to move in with you.”

“Unfortunately I didn’t read them,” I let out a small gasp and slapped Thomas’ arm. He yelped and stroked his arm with the other hand pretending as though it actually hurt.

“Both hands on wheel,” I pointed out and he immediately returned back to his previous position. I giggled and made a whipping noise with my mouth. He turned his head and stuck his tongue out at me. We drove in a comfortable silence for about 10 minutes until what he said clicked. “Wait,” I blurted out, Thomas quickly glanced at me. “You’re telling me that if you read my terms and conditions you wouldn’t have asked me to move in?” the defensive tone in my voice was becoming more evident even though I knew it was a joke.

“Of course not,” he voice softened and took one hand off the steering wheel to connect it with mine, telling that I got offended by his earlier comment. “I was joking, I wouldn’t change you for the world,” I looked at him and his smiled melted my heart even though he was looking at the road instead of me. He stroked my hand with his thumb then held back onto the steering wheel once again. “Anyway, if you didn’t eat like a pig, who would order two 16” pizzas to share between two people?”

“No one,” I answered simply, smiling at him like a dork. He smiled back, showing off his pearly whites. “So, Thomas, where are we actually going?”

“Now that, my dear, is a secret.”

 

It was only around ten minutes later that we pulled up into some fancy looking restaurant. I’d never heard of it before, despite it being only twenty-five minutes down the road. Thomas grinned at me again and stepped out the car; he then came round to the passenger side and opened the door for me, gesturing for me to step out. I did so, taking his hand in the process, and he led me into the restaurant.

It was a small restaurant with a homely feel, as soon as we stepped in we were met by a young, peppy waitress that led us to two single sofas to sit down and offered us a drink. I ordered a coke, whilst Thomas had lager, only one for the night as he was driving. The waitress came back, handing us our drinks and two menus and a wine list. After thanking her she left us alone. Thomas linked his hand with mine and smiled simply at me.

There were various picture frames dotted around the place; they were taken when the restaurant was first built, according to the pictures it used to be a cafe. There were various Christmas decorations around too; Santa Clause coasters and dancing snowmen were the first things that came to eye.

“Look how big that tree is,” Thomas said, pointing towards the bar area and the Christmas tree that stood before it. We couldn’t see the top as the wall came down blocking our view. Mine and Thomas’ tree wasn’t that good, but it was good enough for the Christmas spirit. The baubles we could see were red, matching the tartan carpet and the tartan apron the waitress was wearing. I remember having the same job when I was her age – she couldn’t have been much older than sixteen.

“How’d you find this place?” I asked Thomas after the waitress had come and taken our order. I ordered a melon for start and Thomas had chicken liver pate, then for mains we both had Turkey, I was looking forward to that, I’m starving!

“We came here when I was a kid, only a couple of times but I remember it being one of the best places I’ve ever eaten at,” I could only hope that times hadn’t changed, because with Thomas promising to cook Christmas dinner tomorrow, this might be the only nice piece of Turkey I get this year. He’d cooked a few times since we’ve moved in but usually I do it, but he insisted so I obliged.

A few moments later the waitress came back telling us our table was ready and offering to carry our drinks, we both refused to give the poor girl a break and carried them ourselves. We walked past another couple that came in after us sat down in a double sofa, then into the bar where the Christmas tree came into full view. The bar lady said hello and offered to take our coats, we both agreed, putting our drinks down onto a small, round glass table on top of a coaster. Thomas helped with my coat, then handed them both over to the lady who hung them up for us. We picked up our drinks and went through into the dining room, already in there was a table of about seven; I really hoped they wouldn’t be noisy.

We sat down opposite each other at a table next to a lit fire; it was nice and warm, cosy even. Thomas reached over the table to grab my hand once again, I didn’t pull away, his touch gave me a nice warm feel and I never wanted him to let go. The waitress came over again, a different one this time but still around the same age, and put down both mine and Thomas’ starter in front of us. I ordered another drink, a lime and lemonade this time, Thomas had the same. She walked off and we began our meal, the waitress later coming back with the drinks. She was about to walk off when she paused and looked back at us.

“You’re Thomas Sangster, right?” Her voice had the edge of a childish tone. There was always one person who recognised the famous Thomas Brodie-Sangster. Thomas put down his fork on his plate and answered simply, “the one and only,” which made me giggle a little. The girl looked as though she was going to scream, though I couldn’t blame her, I do have my own personal celebrity crushes.

“It was nice to meet you,” she managed to maintain her dignity, “and enjoy your meal,” she smiled and waved a little at Thomas before escorting herself out the small dining room. Thomas and I burst into giggles once she had left.

“That was cute,” I spoke, remembering the days I used to be the same. To be honest, if I met my celebrity crush I would not be able to play it as cool as her.

“I love meeting fans, just didn’t expect to meet one here,” he had a point, in a restaurant as small as this one, which by the looks of things only attracts to older people, it wasn’t the first place to expect a fan of Thomas.

We finished our starters and the waitress cleared the table, bringing out the mains no more than five minutes later. Just before they arrived Thomas got up to go to the toilet, and returned just before the mains were brought out. We were in the middle of eating when Thomas stopped and put his fork on the plate. I looked up at him, blue eyes meeting brown and smiled. His face mirrored mine.

“I know we said that we weren’t doing a Christmas eve present, but this one is sort of special,” I rolled my eyes, remembering that Thomas and I said we’d wait until Christmas day to open any presents. He pulled something out of his pocket, though I never got a glance of what it was. “I was going to wait until tomorrow but thought that was a little cheesy. So,” Thomas stood out his seat, moving around the table closer to me. He grabbed my hand, a small velvet box in the other and got down on one knee. I brought my free hand up to my mouth, pure shock. Someone from the other table of seven had noticed Thomas’s gesture, so the whole table silenced in order to watch, almost as if we were some kind of television show. The same happened with the table of two that had just walked in, even the waitress who brought them in stopped to watch. Though I was unaware of the people around me, eyes only focused on Thomas.

Thomas, how beautiful he really was. He brown eyes shone like a thousand stars, glistening against the fire light. His lips were on odd pink colour, the kind you really only see with lipstick on, though it suited him all the same. His hair had been neatly styled, a change from his usual bed head mess, though he can literally run his hand through his dark blond locks and it looks like a stylist had spent hours on it.

“Lilly Ann Lovegood, will you do the honour of taking my hand in marriage?” It was almost as if the whole world had stopped and stared at them. In that moment nothing mattered but us two. It was like the world wouldn’t go on if I didn’t say yes. But of course I’m going to say yes. My heart pounded fast, my breathing sped up and I barely found the word.

“Yes,” I breathed. “Yes, of course I would, Thomas,” I jumped out of my chair to hug him, and he rose from his kneel with me in his arms. I pulled away giving him a sloppy kiss, I heard a slight clapping in the background but ignored it. It was just Thomas and I. Me and Thomas. That was all that mattered now. He slid the diamond ring onto my left ring finger and hugged me again, whispering “I love you,” into my ear and I whispered it back. He pulled away first, wiping my eyes where the tears of happiness had fell, and fixed my make up for me.

“I don’t even know why you wear that stuff, Lil, you don’t need it,” I just smiled even more, and laughed off his compliment. The one thing boys will never understand is why girls where make up, so I tend just to shake it off whenever he brings it up. We both sat back down, eating our dinner, every now and again looking up at each other and smiling like dorks.

 

*****

Thomas brought down a load of blankets from upstairs, two pillows and piled them on the sofa whilst I made us a hot chocolate. We decided that once we got home, a newly engaged couple would do nothing but watch films until we fall asleep. Once we was all cosy, the fire lit and hot chocolates made and comfy in our make-shift bed we starting debating about a film. Usually Thomas and I have a very similar taste; still it takes us at least an hour for us to pick what we want.

We were searching through the films on Catch Up TV when a film popped into my bed. “Love Actually,” I blurted out, hoping Thomas would agree. Thomas shifted uncomfortably and let out a moan.

“You want to watch 12-year-old me in Love Actually,” I nodded and looked up at him.

“Pleaseeeeee,” I begged. “I love that film and we haven’t watched any Christmas films yet!” I pushed.

“Fine, we’ll watch that,” he moaned and so we did. I cuddled up to him more as he put on the film. We sat on watched it, then when finished put on The Polar Express – my favourite Christmas film. We watched films until we fell asleep just like we promised.

*****

It was Thomas that shook me awake the next morning, buzzing around saying “It’s Christmas!” The little boy in him was coming out once again. I laughed at his enthusiasm; I was going to happily marry that. By the time I had stood up, Thomas was already at the Christmas tree, – a Santa hat perched on top of his messy blond hair - with Christmas songs playing from the TV, picking out presents that were addressed to the both of us.

He organised them into messy piles, those for him, those for me and those for the both of us whilst I made us a cup of tea. We finally settled down and began to present opening, promising to open the ones from each other last.

Four packs of chocolate each, three lots of pyjamas off Mum, a mug from my cousin, a t shirt saying “Worlds okayest Sister” from my brother, Jack, a couple pairs of shoes and a bracelet later, we were ready to open each others. Neatly wrapped in silver and gold wrapping paper were Thomas’ from me, and red wrapping paper with Santa Clause on messily wrapped up were mine from Thomas. We delved into the excitement of each other’s present. I personally had no idea what he was planning and I was sort of hoping the same. I hadn’t brought him much as I don’t have that much money, but he always told me it’s the thought that counts.

I picked up the smallest present first because the small ones are usually the best. Thomas did the same, picking up one so thin it looked like I’d wrapped up paper in a small rectangle shape. We both unwrapped the present. My jaw dropped when I saw the necklace behind the wrapping, it was diamond – matching the engagement ring – in the shape of a kite. I was about to clip in on around my neck, but Thomas put down his present to grab it for me, moving my hair to the side and clipping it on at the back. I turned to face him, giving him a quick peck on the lips then returned back to opening my presents.

Thomas unwrapped his and found two tickets to go see Peter Pan live at the O2 academy in London. It was his favourite story of all time, the original and the Disney version and I could see the delight on his face when he saw what the tickets were for.

“I always said you were like Peter Pan, you don’t age,” which is true, Thomas still looks like he had when he was around sixteen, just a little bit taller.

“I do age, I just don’t look like I do,” he laughed and leaned over pulling me into a hug. “Thank you,” he whispered seductively in my ear before pulling away. “Now, the question is who would want to go see Peter Pan with me?” He teased, or at least I hoped he was teasing, it was also one of my favourite Pantomimes.

“Hmm, I have no idea,” I teased back. “Ooh, I know a great girl you’ll love her. She’s got brown hair, brown eyes around 5”6’, a fun, bubbly personality, a great boyfriend and Peter Pan is her favourite fiction story,” I described, the look of Thomas’ face was slight amusement.

“Sounds great, what’s her name?” He really was playing the game.

“Lilly Ann Lovegood, soon to be Sangster,” I laughed, wriggling my fingers in his face. He laughed too, grabbed my hand and kissed it.

“I’d love to take you.”

“I hope so because I really brought them for me, hoping you’d just tag along,” I joked and Thomas pushed me slightly and burst out laughing. I watched him, taking in him and all his beautiful. I always thought no one ever looked more beautiful than when they were laughing, the gesture itself had a sort of exotic feel to it and it was purely beautiful.

I carried on opening the presents from Thomas, and so did he. I got him little things like an aftershave that he likes and he got me perfume that I like, quite an expensive one too. I opened up a picture frame with a picture of me and him in it, laughing and walking. I remember it being taken; Thomas’ friend took it when we went to a theme park once. Not long after we first started dating, his friend likes to photograph people and said that “you can see the spark between you too even in a photograph,” which was quoted around the frame of the present. I wrapped arms around it and hugged it, treasuring it because it was beautiful and I couldn’t have asked for anything more. It was the sentimental things that I found I loved the most.

“You like it?” Thomas asked, noticing I’d stopped opening presents with only one left, Thomas had one left too. I nodded, a tear threatening to escape my eye – a happy tear of course. “I thought you might. I remember that photograph being taken like it was yesterday, and it was freezing that day I can tell you,” I laughed at Thomas’ talent to take away the sentimental value, but still I loved him all the same. I put the frame down beside me and leaped into Thomas’ arms, it took him by surprise but he quickly recovered, wrapping his arms around me. In that moment, I had never felt more safe and happy, and I only had to be in his arms.

I pulled away and without saying anything picked up the last present to open. Thomas did the same. His was a box that had to go under the tree first because it was so big. I could see the confusion on his face; he always tried to guess what it was before he opened them. After a long hard look at the wrapped up box, Thomas gave up and began to unwrap the present. I followed suit with mine.

What I unwrapped amazed me. It was a canvas, nothing too big and blank. I looked at Thomas with amazement. “Now you can put your drawings on a bigger scale,” was all he said and continued to unwrap his. I’ve always wanted to draw on a canvas and maybe get a published piece, but I’ve never had the support to actually go out and do it. Now, Thomas has not only given me a blank canvas but also his silent conformation that he thought I was good enough to put my work onto a canvas. That is what’s so special about this present.

He finally unwrapped his too, exposing a brown cardboard box that was bigger at the bottom and thinner towards the top. “What is it?” Thomas asked.

“Open it,” I said simply and he ran to the kitchen to get a pair of scissors. When he returned he cut open the cellotape, he practically tore open the box. Inside lay a acoustic guitar with a red base, the same one he’d been looking at in the guitar shop window for weeks. I never understand why he did buy it, maybe he had been hinting at me all this time, but regardless to that his face was priceless.

He leaned over to me, kissing me on the lips and then pulling my into a tight hug, the guitar resting between the two of us. We pulled away at the same time, beaming at each other.

“Merry Christmas Lilly,” Thomas spoke, his voice soft and gentle.

“Merry Christmas, Thomas.”

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“Zootopia noir chapter 1”


The rain fell like cheap liquor.
It soaked into the ground, leaving behind a foul taste and releasing the smell of dried blood into the air. The city of Zootopia, the garbage of the earth as he referred to it, always smelled the same during a storm. It smelled like petty crime gone bad, the type of crime that leaves shell-casings and a white chalk outline on the asphalt, soon followed by salty tears and dead rose petals. The weather always seemed to take in all those scents, only to piss it back onto the earth. .
He hated the rainy season.
Not even the smoke of his cigar could push the smell away.
The small beat of his electric fan pulsed through the room, pushing away the thick smoke like a torn lover kicking out its two-timing spouse. He placed the empty shot glass beside his now empty bottle of vodka.
The slim bottle seemed to vex him and mock him for finishing her so soon. After just three shots, he had drank the very lost drop. He inhaled another puff of smoke into his sore lungs. Once he had his fun with alcohol, he could always come back into the warm embrace of Nicotine.
With one final kiss, he placed his fine cigar into his glass ashtray. The warm embers died out against the unfeeling glass. He tilted his white fedora down over his eyes as he leaned back against his chair. His tired eyes were closing, in expectation of another quiet and boring night in the office.

Until ‘She’ walked through his door.

Nick Wilde tilted his fedora up to look at the animal who had interrupted his nap.
Nick was a down-on-his-luck private detective. He never would have thought he would fall upon hard times when he first set up business. With the amount of crime and thefts in the city, he should have had stacks of gold bricks in his safe from animals needing his “special” skills. With no such luck, he suspected the closest Catholic priest was seeing more action than he was.
With no cases or money, he had less than a month to pay the rent for his worn-down office, which also served as his bedroom.
He lifted his head up and leaned back on his rickety chair. His red tail swept the floor clean, depositing the discarded hot dog wrappers under his desk, out of sight from his new customer. Water dripped from the ceiling, the drops plinking against the tin pail he had put out in the middle of the room. The constant slow rhythm seemed to silence the showers that pattered against his glass window.
He blinked at the small bunny standing by the doorway, slowly taking in the sight of her. She had grey fur and legs that would make the goddess Aphrodite jealous. The floor creaked in pain when she took a step into the dull light emitted from the flickering bulb that hung from the ceiling. She wore a rose-colored ruffled skirt and matching coat with gold buttons. No female in the city could afford that type of coat. The gold locket around her slim neck also told him how good she must have it in life.
She wore a black beret over her ears,which showed off her diamond earrings. Everything about her just screamed the good life. She seemed like a real daddy’s girl, the type of dame who wanted envy from those around her. Well, she got it.
Ignoring her short height, she seemed to stand as tall as the skyscrapers outside, perhaps a result of an aura of authority that emanated from her. This competed with her sculpted curves, which cried out Vixen, but her eyes told a different story. Her amethyst-colored eyes seemed to fog over when she spoke with a voice that was softer than snow.

“Are you Detective Wilde?”

“Depends on who’s askin’, doll.” he replied, holding a sleepy gaze. He did not care for the rich, but if this girl had a case for him he was would take it, no matter how much he didn’t want to. He straightened his red tie as he sat up.

The bunny closed the door behind her, obviously wanting privacy, before taking a seat in front of his desk. His nose crinkled from the smell of lavender on her neck. The scent of her perfume was strong enough to peel cheap wallpaper. She sat down with her paws clutching at the fabric of her skirt. Her eyes darted toward the door behind her, almost as if she was wishing to turn around. Nick reached for the right top drawer of his desk, taking out a pack of cigarettes. A good smoke was a good way to calm the nerves, if the lungs could handle it.

He held out a cigarette toward her.

“No, thank you.” she said putting her paw out in protest. He let out a scoff, putting the white rolled tobacco into the inside pocket of his mud-brown trenchcoat. The rich always preferred the cubans, he supposed. She coughed. The thick smoke and strong odor of liquor made her cover her pink nose and red stained lips. The whole room stunk like an alcoholic.

“Please, I need your help.” she whispered, before letting out another cough. Nick rolled his eyes, rose from his chair, and strolled to the lone window in the room. He forced the rusty hinged frame open, letting the smoke escape to the outside, only to be consumed by the rain. It brought some relief to bunny but pain to him. Already he regretted letting go of the sweet smoke.

“Make it quick, will ya? I got places to be, animals to see and I don’t have time to listen to some doll’s sob story.” he said, his irritability becoming obvious. Either that or the drink was making him cross. Her eyes narrowed, sharing his annoyance.

“Some doll?” she repeated, her jaw clenched. “This ‘doll’ came to this backwater office to ask for some compassion and help from a fox, who smells like he came from the back of a bar.”

His eye twitched, this dame was as aggressive as a tiger staring down the barrel of a shotgun. If she thought that just because she wore her best he’d be just another maroon in a dance hall, she had another think coming. Nick Wilde refused to be played by some rich, hoity-toity mistress. He crossed his arms.

“If you’re here just to tell me your husband been cheatin’ on ya, then he has my compassion and you have my help in showing you the exit.” tilting his head toward his solid oak door for emphasis. She stood up in a fury, the chair thrown to the ground. Her cheeks turned as red as the lipstick she wore.

“I’ll have you know that you are not the first male to be intimidated just because of how I carry myself. You treat me like I am your enemy, but you do not know me.” He dug his paws into his pockets and took a step forward, ready to throw her out. He did not care how much dough she carried. He knew her kind.
The bunny took a sharp breath, her eyes fogging over, stopping him in his steps. “I came here for you because you are the only one who can help me. It doesn’t matter to me if you are a fox, or your office smells like a dumpster, all I want…is you to help me.”

He bit the inside of his cheek and cracked his sore neck. His paw scratched under his chin in thought before he leaned back against the wall. Something about her was throwing him off his game. It was as if she was a roulette and every ball that landed set off something different. He knew that if he placed his chips on the table, he would be in for a loss, but he couldn’t help but gamble. She dressed like an heiress, but underneath she was a different animal altogether. That certainly spelled trouble, but he wasn’t one to run from it.

“All right.” he sighed, rotating his wrist. “Tell me what it is you want, then I’ll tell ya if I’m up to it.”

“It’s my family…“ She sat down on his desk and looked down at her paws, almost in shame. “We have recently been robbed in our home, the thief taking every last jewel we owned from our safe. It was all that me and my mother had…”.
Nick rubbed his chin while he listened. “They are worth thousands of dollars, and they were our livelihood. I had gone to the police but they were no help…”

“Well the police never are.” He replied with a dull tone. “They are occupied with the current drug cartels…” and from the murders caused by them, he thought.

“Please, would you help me?” she whispered. “I’m desperate.”

He shrugged “Depends sweetheart, there is the matter of my fee…”

Her eyes widened slightly, making his narrow in suspicion as he circled his way around the desk toward her. She bit the inside of her cheek and squeezed the fabric of her skirt, wrinkling the fine material.

“I…I don’t have money on me, the thief took everything!” she exclaimed, her eyes glossing over. “But if you can locate the thief you can have one third!”

“Tempting.” he smirked, then scoffed. “But I ain’t some chump buying fake rolexes. I need a portion of my fee, now.” he stated firmly.

“B-but…but I don’t have anything. I have nothing to give!”

“Nothing eh?…” he strolled right up to her, placing a firm paw on the desk. She froze when he wrapped his other paw around her locket, pulling it slightly by its nimble chain. “How about this?” He could tell it was real gold. The weight was almost perfect and the color shone brighter than most street lamps. His thumb grazed across the engraved words.

‘To my love’

She pulled away, snatching the locket and cupping it in between her paws, almost like she was afraid that he might rip it off of her neck. The dame was hysterical.
“No! I can never part with this!” She exclaimed. It was more than obvious that something in that locket meant everything to her, maybe even more than he realized. Her mouth went into a straight line, catching her outburst and embarrassed by her own shouts.
“But….” Her paw went to her earrings. She took the small diamonds and placed them on the desk.

“They’re worth more than my necklace…that’s enough, isn’t it?”

Nick gave the diamonds a glance. “Yeah…yeah, it’s enough.” They were just enough to pay for rent and a week of food. “Just remember our deal, doll…” Her temple pulsed at the word. He could tell that she hated it. Good. “When I find your guy, I get one-third of the loot.”
He sat down behind his desk, scooping the prized diamonds and placing them in his drawer, under lock and key.

“Of course…” She brushed her skirt, as if there was dust. Reaching into her coat pocket she pulled out a white card, and placed it on his desk. “This is my private number, please call me if you have any questions.”
She walked away and turned the knob to the door. She stopped and pivoted her hips to the side, giving him a sideways glance. “And by the way, my name is not “doll”…“
He placed a cigarette in between his lips, lighting a match as he stuffed the card into his pants pocket. The flame seemed to flicker once she opened her mouth. “It’s Judy Hopps.”
And with that she walked out the door, disappearing like a dream, with only the scent of her perfume lingering.

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I finally finished this chapter! This is going to be a ten or so chapter long story. This story is going to be dark and gritty from what you have read, but don’t let that sway you, it’s going to have some light hearted parts. I hope you enjoyed it!
Thank you @obsessivegeekgirl13 for editing! ^_^

Love Is Not Over pt. 4

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A little series I made where Yoongi is your boyfriend and feels like there’s something more than friendship between you and Jeon Jungkook.

I don’t even know…I have an ending written but as of this moment I don’t have any ideas for more parts. Please feel free to suggest something, otherwise next week might be the final part! 

(Fighting and tears as always)  //next part coming next week//

When he got back to the apartment, it was empty. He kicked off his shoes, slightly startled to see the blood soaking one of his socks. He must have hurt himself when he kicked the wall.

He didn’t bother to pull off his coat. He stood in the middle of room, looking at the couch, looking behind him at the mess of pictures still littering the kitchen floor.

He didn’t want to sit down.

He walked through to the bedroom, into the closet where he had gone countless times. Stretching up on his toes, he could barely reach the top shelf which was piled with random stuff they never used. He felt with his fingertips, trying to distinguish what he was feeling.

He felt the slightly worn thread of the beanie and grabbed it, pulling it down from the shelf. A black hat and a plastic box filled with random socks and gloves came down too.

He pushed them out of the way and sat on the floor.

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#5 You Find Out He's Going To Propose

Liam: You could taste the morning and your hair resembled that of a nest, but you still were softly padding your feet around the apartment you share with Liam, looking for him. A figure bumped into you when you turned a corner and you screamed, your heart beating a million miles an hour. Sadly, it wasn’t him, but your best friend, Eleanor, Louis’ girlfriend.

“Jesus, El! You scared me!” You backed up against the wall and rested your head against it, clutching at your chest.  "Where the hell is Liam?“

She spooned at the cereal bowl in her hands and shoved a heaping spoonful into her mouth before answering, "Well 1, go brush your damn teeth and 2, he told me to keep you company today, he went out.”

You had her go upstairs with you to the bathroom so you could brush your teeth, but still ask her a few questions.

“Is he with the boys?” “No.” “His other friends?” “Nuh-uh.” “His family?”

She shook her head and took another bite of the sugary mixture, and you took the bowl from her hands and dumped it into the sink.

“Hey! That’s my-” “El, If he’s with none of them, where is he?”

She huffed and jumped up onto the counter, her feet swinging back and forth. “I was told not to tell you anything, but since you ARE my best friend….” You stuck the toothbrush in your mouth and began to brush, egging her on.

“He went golfing…..with your dad.” You abruptly spit into the sink and coughed before declaiming, “He WHAT? He hates golf.”

“Oh, we all know, even him,” she replied, “and Louis told me that Liam got Niall to show him some pointers to impress your dad, apparently today is a very, VERY important day.” She winked and it took you a few seconds before you caught on.

“Is he….?” You trailed off, eyes filling with hope. She squealed and frantically nodded her head before the two of you jumped up and down, shouting, not bothering to hide the happiness over the fact that at that very moment, your father was clasping a hand down on Liam’s shoulder, proudly welcoming him to the family.

Niall: You were backstage with the crew, hanging out, waiting for the concert to start. The boys were on the stage now, going through sound check, when you noticed a few hair products on the table. Since Niall wasn’t in your reach and you had nothing better to do, you took them to her, besides, you really liked Lou. Her room seemed to be a mile away as you lugged hair spray, gel, and numerous brushes in your hands. Somehow opening the door, she instantly noticed your appearance and quickly gathered the products in her arms, placing them down, not showing one sign of a struggle. “Thank you so much! I knew I was missing some stuff,” She turned to you and something must of registered because before you knew it, your left hand was in hers and she was bouncing up and down.

“The ring! The ring, I want to see it!” You made a confused face and her features softened with each passing moment, her realizing that you had no clue what she was referring to. “Oh….. there’s no ring.”

Your eyebrow raised as she plastered on a faux smile and widened her eyes, looking away.

“Lou…” “Hmm?” “What ring are you talking about?” She tightened her lips together and shrugged her shoulders. You backed her up against a couch, the back of her knees hitting the edge, making her fall onto the cushion.

“You tell me right now..” “HESGOINGTOPROPOSETOYOUANDITHOUGHTTHATWHENHETOLDMEITWOULDVEBEENREALLYSOONBUTIGUESSNOTSINCETHERESNORINGONYOURFINGERYET.” She gasped for a breath at the end of the sentence and you rubbed your temples, shaking your head.

“Slower, please? C'mon, Lou.” She stood up and placed a hand on either side of your arms, looking you dead in the eye. “From what Niall has told me, there may or may not be a ring on your left ring finger soon.” You overflowed with excitement and hugged her tightly, never wanting to let go. “Oh, oh my god! He- he’s going to propose!”

Harry: You, Harry, and both of your parents went up to your log cabin in the mountains for a weekend. The bitter cold made you and Harry hastily bring your bags inside, trying to shield off the nipping frost. Once inside, the two of you curled up by the fire with a blanket as your moms talked in the kitchen and the men went into the media room to watch “the big game.” Breathing in the scent of him, feeling the natural heat that radiated off him, you knew there was no other place you’d like to be in this moment.

“I love you,” you whispered, as you nuzzled your face into his neck. He let out a breathy laugh and pulled you tighter to him, “I love you more than anything,” he reciprocated.

It was about to be dinner time, your mom calling everyone into the kitchen, when you forgot your phone. It was still in the car.

“You guys, I’ll be right back, I forgot my phone in the car.” Your mom nodded her head, signaling that you can go. You ran outside, leaving everyone in the kitchen, when you also remembered that you had no jacket on. Going back inside, you heard them talking, but you couldn’t make out a word they said, until you heard Harry speak.

Quietly grabbing your coat off of the rack you heard him, “Okay, now that she’s gone and I have you all with me, there’s something that I’ve been meaning to ask you guys.”

You buried you face into your coat and made a noise, not letting everyone hear you. “Is he doing what I think he’s doing?” Your thoughts were running wild as he continued, “I love your daughter more than anything in the world and we’ve been together for 4 years, long enough for me to realize that I can’t see myself being with anybody else. What I’m saying is, I would like for your permission to ask your daughter to marry me.” Your eyes went wide and you quietly went back out of the house, your coat now on. You knew your parents would say yes so you didn’t bother to hear their response. You immediately jumped up and down, kicking the snow and throwing it up in the air, laughing and making excited noises.

“Baby?” Harry asked, popping his head out of the doorframe, a goofy smile playing on his lips, “What on earth are you doing?”

You gave yourself a few seconds to collect yourself and cleared your throat before holding up a finger and retreating your phone. Putting it in your pocked you then pointed at him. “Get your coat on, we’re gonna go play in the snow.” He smiled and rolled his eyes, going back inside before you heard, “As you wish, my snow angel.”

Zayn: “Babe, do me a favor and go in my closet and pick me out a tie, yeah?” Zayn was fiddling with his hair and his sports coat in the mirror as you nodded you head. You see, he has some ultra-super-important meeting with the band about next year and they all have to look on their a-game, for Liam and Niall have also sent you pictures asking about their ties. In his closet, you never failed to be over whelmed with his amount of clothes. You found the tie rack and picked one out with ease, but looked at the other sport coats. You then chose a different tie after a few moments of thinking and went to grab the coat that went with it when it fell off he hanger and onto the ground. Mumbling to yourself, you went to pick it up when a box fell out of the pocket.

“No, no no no no no no.” you murmured, your smile getting bigger with each syllable. “Oh my god.” you whispered, picking it up to look at the box. It was a ring box, of course. You just couldn’t believe it. He’s going to propose. Hiding your giddiness, you sent a picture on your phone of the box to your best friend and hurriedly put it back in the coat, picking out the previous tie and going back downstairs.

“What took you so long? Did you get lost?” He laughed and took the tie from you, pulling you to him by your waist.

 "No, no no, I just couldn’t decide which one would look better on you.“

Louis: Louis was out with Niall, going to watch a football match that the two of them have been sweating over for the past month. You took this time to have a day to yourself back at his place, painting your toes, giving yourself a home-made facial, watching reruns of Orange is the New Black on Netflix, drinking your favorite martini, today was your day. During a heated part that made you want to punch a nearby throw pillow, the phone rang. Groaning, you shuffled over to the phone and answered it, immediately plastering on your "happy” self.

“Hi, is there a mister Tomlinson?” A seemingly older lady asked, “He’s not home right now, but I can surely pass on the message to him.”

“Oh, good, well I just called to tell him that his custom Diamond Candle has been shipped today, and that he will be receiving it within the next day or two.” “What exactly is a diamond Candle?”

“Well, my dear, we are a business that specifies in candles that when you burn them down enough, a ring will appear. They’re used very highly in anniversaries, proposals, that kind of stuff.” “Oh… proposals?” you asked, becoming hopeful, scratching your head. “Yes, why do you ask?”

“I’m his girlfriend.” A bit of time passed before you heard her mumble, “Oh no,” and then she got back on the line, “Oh Dear, I think I may have just ruined it,” you could tell she was embarrassed and so were you, at this point. “Could you please tell me why he custom made this Candle?” You just wanted to hear it, hear that he’s going to propose to you.+

“Well, he might have told us that this candle needs to be special, because he wants only the best for the most beautiful girl in the world.”

You thanked her and hung up, squealing and hopping, alternating feet. You couldn’t believe this was happening. Finally, after 3 and a half years, he was going to ask you to marry him.

Valentine's Day

The florist shop where (y/n) worked was always busy on Valentine’s Day, and for good reason. They made some of the most beautiful bouquets for relatively cheap prices.Understandably, (y/n) was called into work, and when she arrived, there was a large group of people perusing the shop. She quickly removed her coat and purse, putting them in their appropriate places, before throwing on an apron.

(y/n) loved her job. She loved recommending different floral arrangements, as well as actually getting her hands dirty creating bouquets. “A bit busy today, yeah?” she remarked to the coworker nearest to her who laughed at her statement.

“Just a tad,” was her coworker’s response. “Any big plans for after work?”

“Oh, probably not. I’m thinking Dan and I will probably just watch a movie and eat takeout, the usual.” (y/n) responded truthfully. She really wasn’t expecting much, Dan wasn’t really the type to go crazy over Valentine’s Day. (y/n), on the other hand, loved all holidays, Valentine’s Day included. There was something about the day that (y/n) liked. She enjoyed sending cheesy valentines to all of her closest friends, this year she found them on tumblr. She loved both cinnamon and conversational hearts. 

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