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I’ve been seeing a man in my backyard for the past two nights

Story by reddit user Opinionson

To start I need to give some background:

I am a male who lives in relatively nice neighborhood

It’s your average small town run of the mill suburbs area with not a lot of people.

I am a college kid who’s home on break while my parents have gone away which doesn’t help at all.

I have a two story house

I do not have gun nor do I have any real weapons other than kitchen knives

I am not on any medication and I have no record of schizophrenia or any other mental illnesses

I barely have any relationships with my neighbors most of whom are elderly and the rest I have minimal contact with

I do not have any people in my neighborhood (that I know of) who have reasons to attack or harm me

Now, let’s get into what has been happening. About two nights ago I woke up very late in the night and I went to the bathroom to go take a shit. Now, my second story bathroom has a window that can see the entirety of my backyard. Directly behind it is a cul de sac which you can see directly into. There is a group of trees and pile of rocks and mulch that divides it. Usually I can see everything in my backroom without turning on my because lights from my neighbor’s house dimly lights the room.

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i need me some jealous kara in my life, so of course i did what any person would’ve done and came with a bunch of headcanons to satisfy my own needs because that’s what self care is all about.

  • it all starts one afternoon, they’re downtown in one of lena’s favorite restaurants and kara’s talking excitedly about the new article she’s writing when lena’s phone goes off. usually when they’re together lena ignores it, she always says it’s business associates and insists they can wait but this time lena sees the name on the screen and smiles widely, “oh it’ll be just a minute kara, sorry” kara nods, motions her to go ahead and tries to focus on her pasta until she hears lena giggling “i can’t wait to see you! it’s been, what? six years?” something inside kara twitches. who is she talking to? most importantly who is making her smile like that?! that’s usually her thing. lena keeps talking to whoever is at the other end of the line as if she’s not there, beaming, chuckling… kara’s always believed herself to be someone non violent (for most the time) but she’s now wishing she could grab lena’s phone, throw it to the ground and break it.
  • turns out, lena says to her when they’re on the car ride back to l–corp, that one of her dearest friends from boarding school is planning a visit to national city and called her to see if they could get together, “her name is molly, we were together on science club and we hit it off right away,” kara knows it’s irrational to feel so… heated at the thought of lena hanging out with someone else because damn, she’s her own person and she’s allowed to have as many friends as she’d like but… it makes her extremely uncomfortable to think about lena laughing with someone that is not her. “i have to admit i had a little bit of a crush on her when we were younger,” and kara doesn’t know molly, has never seen her and certainly has no interest in doing it so but she already hates her.
  • “and then she said,” it’s game night, james and winn have paused mortal kombat to listen to her angry rant and alex is staring at her with wide eyes, beer in hand. “oh i used to have a crush on her, as if it’s the most trivial thing on the universe, did you know she was supposed to come tonight? i promised i would let her win at mario kart, but no! molly’s plane lands today and she called to say—i’m so sorry kara, i can’t make it, i’m gonna go pick her up, maybe some other time? can’t molly call herself an uber? does she really need to have lena’s attention all to herself? gosh it makes me so upset someone would be so selfish.” winn opens and closes his mouth a few times, not sure if he should say anything about the whole situation, james and alex are looking at each other, silently deciding on who should be the first to talk until finally alex breaks the silence. “kara… you don’t even know this molly person, didn’t you also say her and lena hand’t seen each other for years? it’s normal that they want to spend time with each other, catch up with what’s been going on in their lives.” kara crosses her arms over her chest and angrily stares out the window, she wants to bury her face on ice cream because though she knows alex is right she still wants to deck molly in the face.
  • lena is never late, if anything she’s always early to arrive to their lunch dates, but for the first time in months, lena luthor is fifteen minutes late and kara’s getting impatient, maybe she got caught up on work and didn’t see the hour, maybe she had to sign some contracts before leaving, maybe… maybe… she tries and call her twice but she doesn’t answer and that’s when kara gets worried, what if something happened to her? what if while she was on her way someone stopped her and hurt her? she’s tempted to alert the deo, tell them to search for lena’s location when she enters the restaurant a little breathless and with her hair disheveled. “kara i am sorry!” she sits down across from her and takes out her coat, “molly came over to my office and we started to talk, i didn’t mean to keep you waiting.” kara’s face goes dark. it’s wednesday, this is supposed to be their day, their afternoon, their time to be with one another without people interrupting and of course molly had to come and ruin it. “did you know molly has a motorbike? she dropped me off!” oh amazing, molly owes a motorbike, so does half the population of national city, she’s nothing especial. kara doesn’t feel like eating anymore and ends up leaving early. 
  • she’s punching one of the walls at the deo repeatedly, each punch harsher than the last. her knuckles feel on fire but it’s working wonders to get her mind off lena and her new best friend molly whom today decided to invite her to the beach. “what is wrong with her?” winn whispers to alex almost scared of kara’s sudden display of anger, alex shrugs and tell him she has no idea since kara refuses to talk with anyone about it. “she’s jealous,” j’onn says without looking up from the file he’s holding and both of them open their mouths in surprise. “psychic, remember?” 
  • “have i done something to upset you?” lena asks with her cheeks red in embarrassement and her voice breaking, “you’ve been avoiding me for weeks, yesterday you cancelled our lunch date because you said you had a lot of stuff to do but then you uploaded a picture on instagram with james in your pajamas eating popcorn. look kara, i know we all need our space sometimes but i’d rather hear the truth than finding out via social media that you’re lying to me.” she sounds so hurt and she’s almost on the verge of tears, kara feels awful she didn’t mean to make her feel bad, she was just tired of hearing her talk about molly and how amazing she was every single time they got together. “you want the truth?” lena nods eagerly and kara tries, she does, to keep her composure when she catches the necklace lena’s wearing… gold with rose pendant. “that is pretty,” she points to it and lena grabs it between her hands, “thank you! molly gave it to me yesterday.” kara feels her fist tighten. 
  • “well the truth is that molly is annoying,” she says standing up from her place and lena’s eyes widen. “yes, she’s annoying and she’s keeping you all to herself. it’s almost as she’s holding you captive! she’s taking you to the beach and to that art gallery i was going to take you, you are eating potstickers with her, lena, that’s our thing!” there’s no going back now… “and she’s… she’ probably ugly too—oh she has a motorcycle, how original! you know what lena, i can fly! i could fly you from here to paris in less than an hour, i bet molly can’t do that. you know what else i can do? lift you up, with one finger probably, can molly lift you up? no i don’t think she can. does she let you win at mario kart?! she doesn’t, huh, does she even know how to play mario kart, does she?!” 
  • lena looks at her in disbelief before she bursts out laughing and kara lets out a groan, “it’s not funny lena! i am much more interesting that molly will ever be and i’m—mphm!” lena’s kissing her, her cold hands are tangling themselves in her hair and she’s pulling her impossibly close and kara feels like she’s floating. for the first three seconds she doesn’t respond, but as soon as lena slips a warm tongue into her mouth her body reacts and she’s grabbing her everywhere. her face, her neck, her waist, her ass, lena gasps and they break apart. “sorry, i didn’t mean to… i just wanted to… you see this wasn’t what i had planned,” kara looks to the ground but it’s not for long because lena is grabbing her chin, making her look into her eyes and she melts. 
  • “love… i can’t believe you were jealous of molly.” kara clicks her tongue almost offended, she was not jealous of molly, she’s about to say it, to assure lena she doesn’t feel such childish emotion when lena gives her a small peck on the lips and her train of thought is stopped. “she’s married… and has two kids!” kara wants to hide under lena’s desk for the rest of the evening.

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There was an incessant beeping drilling Kara’s eardrums as she slowly roused.  She recognised the sound as Lena’s alarm.  She nudged her friend, groaning and pushing her towards the bedside table.  “Turn it off…”

She heard Lena stir, sitting up and reaching for her phone, “No, we’ve gotta get up.  We’re going to the market this morning, remember.”

Kara whined, and dragged Lena back into bed dropping her arm back on top of her, “No.  It’s too early.”

Lena chuckled, “Come on, shower.  I’ll make it worth your while…”

Kara cracked an eye open, “Bargaining is not your strong suit, Ms Luthor.  You’re naked, in bed.  What could you possibly offer that tops this?”

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Baby Dun- Josh Dun

December 2016

You and Josh were married for 3 months at the time and he’s always wanted kids.  When you found out all you could think of was how great of a father Josh was gonna be. This was the perfect timing since they would be off tour before the baby came.

You had to think of the prefect way of telling Josh, so you went to your best friend Jenna for some help.

Jenna thought of the idea of giving him drumsticks that said the due date on it. You love that idea, it was perfect. You stole the last pair he had in the house and wrote

‘coming soon….September 2017’.

You were still early on so you didn’t know the exact date but knew the month.

You hid the sticks so when Josh was looking for some he would come to you and you would give them to him hinting to look closely.

“Hey babe, do you know if my shipment of new sticks came in. I must have broken my last pair and I can’t seem to find any others.” Josh said from his practice room.

“Umm yeah, I actually think there might be a pair out here.” you said quickly grabbing the hidden pair and  bringing them to Josh.

“Found them.” you said handing them over starting to get really excited.

“Thanks babe.”

“They look kind of different, are they a new style?” you said trying to get him to look at the news you put on them.

He studied them over for a second before finding the writing.

“Oh my god, Y/N really? Are you pregnant?” his eyes were starting to fill with tears and his mouth was fallen open.

“Yeah. you knocked me up and you’re gonna be a dad.” you chuckled and he stood and pulled you into a hug. A few tears left your eyes at how emotional and excited Josh was for this baby and how your family was growing with the man you loved and trusted.

March 2017

You were now four months pregnant and on tour with the boys. You had found out you were having a baby girl and you couldn’t wait to tell Josh.

This time you had Tyler in on the secret and he had the idea of changing the colors in the canons that shoot out confetti during trees to pink. So that’s what you planned, you wanted the fans to be involved because they were so supportive of Josh, Tyler, your relationship, and everything in general. The clique was like one big family.

Josh didn’t know you knew the gender of the baby and he didn’t think you were going to find out until it was born. He wanted to find out before the birth, but stood by whatever your decision was.

When Tyler made his way over to start the speech before Trees he said the stuff he always said but then said “hey Josh you might want to pay attention to the confetti tonight.” he left it at a that and started singing. Everyone was confused except for you, Jenna, and Tyler.  

You went out on stage and stood there once Josh and Tyler got on the platforms in the crowd. A fan must of pointed you out to Josh because he looked towards you with a quizzical look which you just smiled at.  

When they began drumming and the confetti flew out you could see Josh’s face light up at the baby pink covered to pit opposed to the usual pink. The fans were aweing and clapping catching on to the plan.

The song ended and they made their way back to stage to bow. Tyler pulled the microphone to his lips again to explain to the confused and Josh pulled you into a hug kissing the top of your head.

“For those who don’t understand what’s happening, this lovely man knocked up this wonderful woman and now they’re going to be welcoming a beautiful baby girl into the world in September. Anyways congrats guys hopefully you’ll still name it Tyler.” he joked then turned his attention back the the fans. “Thank you, good night, stay alive guys.” with that you all left the stage.  

“Were you surprised?” you asked Josh as you walked to his dressing room.

“Surprised is an understatement. We’re going to have a little girl soon Y/N. I’m so excited. She’s going to be beautiful just like my beautiful wife.” Josh said pulling you into a kiss.

“Hey Y/N look at this video of Josh’s face when he saw the pink confetti.” Jenna barged in the dressing room handing you the phone. It was video on Instagram uploaded by a fan that was basically right under Josh in the pit.

“Are those tears I see Josh?” you teased as you both watch the video, handing Jenna her phone before she left.

“Maybe. Hey, look on twitter we there is a trending tag. #babygirldun.” he pointed out.

“She’s already so loved by everyone and she’s not even out of the womb yet.” he smiled at you statement.

“I love both my girls so much.”

September 2017

Today was the day that your heart grew even bigger. You didn’t think you could love anything more than you loved Josh, but your daughter found a way to make you love her just as much the second she was born. After many hours of pain and tears you and Josh were officially parents.

He tweeted out a picture of you two a few hours after she was born with a caption that read,

Y/T/N and I became parents today at 4:24am. The hardest thing was to see Y/N in such pain, but only to see her face when our daughter was born. Nothing can start to describe the amount of joy I have right now. Welcome #babygirldun.

Tyler had posted a picture of him and Jenna visiting you daughter on Instagram saying, Congrats to these amazing family and their new baby girl. I’m so excited to be her favorite uncle.

You had decided that you wanted to hold off on sharing the name of your daughter for a day just because you had shared everything so far with the public right away.

The next day Josh told you that you should share the name so you did in a tweet. Welcome to the world my sweet baby girl. You are the best little gift ever. Yesterday at 4:25am you came into the world and changed our world. We love you Ayla Grace Dun.

What Happens in Vegas - Chapter 4: Friend

Summary: In Las Vegas for your best friend’s bachelorette weekend, you wake up in a strange bed with no recollection of what happened the night before.

Pairings: Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: 6198 (yikes…)

Warnings: Swearing. Alcohol.

Chapter 1  •  Chapter 2  •  Chapter 3  •  Chapter 4  •  Chapter 5

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I Can Do Anything

Summary: It’s been nearly a year since Dan was diagnosed with early Parkinson’s disease, and he’s realized he couldn’t have made it without Phil’s help. (Sequel to I Walk The Line)

Warnings: Talk of Parkinson’s Disease

Word Count: 1170

A/N: Thanks to everyone who commented on I Walk the Line and so sorry for the wait, I’ve literally been so busy. I finally got my permit and driven a few times, which is literally so scary. Also, thanks to the anon who requested a part two for I Walk the Line. As always, likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated.  *Side note: I totally thought I uploaded this but it uploaded to my main blog so that’s why it took longer*



   It had been almost a year since Dan had been diagnosed with early onset Parkinson’s Disease. He’d be lying if he said it hadn’t been hard adjusting. When he was first diagnosed, Phil would often find him in the lounge at three in the morning, just crying because of how much his life had changed. He was always tripping over nothing at all and his hands were constantly shaking. Phil can’t even recall the number of dishes that had been broken, whether from Dan’s lack of hand strength or from him throwing them in frustration when he failed at a seemingly simple task. Phil would deny it if he was ever asked but he secretly worried about whether their relationship could make it. Of course, he was always there for Dan, but during the early months, Dan would push him away and deny any help from his boyfriend. Phil was hurt, understandably so, but he knew Dan had his reasons, and Phil knew that he had to work through some things by himself.

  Eventually, Dan had started to accept his diagnosis. He started letting Phil help with different tasks and had stopped getting frustrated when he couldn’t do something. They had immediately started changing things around their flat to accommodate for risks involved with Parkinson’s. They had stocked up on plastic dishes to make sure their dish collection didn’t take any hits. One night while doing research, Phil had found a handle of a sort that could be installed in the shower, that way if Dan’s legs had given out beneath him while he was showering, he could catch himself. When Phil had mentioned this to him, Dan had initially told him he didn’t need it. “I can shower without something in there making sure I don’t accidentally fall and off myself, Phil.” Phil didn’t push the topic; he knew Dan would come around to the idea. And he had, of course. As soon as Dan realized that it would help, they ordered it.

  Not everything had changed, though. They still uploaded regularly, or at least, the same amount as before. If anything, Dan and Phil had become even closer as a couple, if that was even possible. Dan had always loved Phil, ever since they had met for the first time. But his love for Phil only grew stronger once he saw how supportive Phil was. He never got upset when Dan broke something, never showed the slightest hint of frustration when they were walking around town and Dan had to stop and rest because his legs had started to stiffen up. In fact, in the event of those situations, Phil would actually massage Dan’s legs, because even though Dan was too embarrassed to admit it, it really did help.

  It was because of the unwavering love and support that Phil had shown to Dan throughout everything that Dan decided that it was time to propose. He knew that, without a shadow of a doubt, Phil would always be there for him, and vice versa. Of course, he needed a little assistance coming up with a plan, and buying a ring without Phil suspecting anything. His assistance, in this case, was Louise. She, of course, had nearly cried when Dan had told her about his plan. She immediately had told Dan that she would help with anything that he needed. Her first job was to first go to the ring shop and send Dan pictures of the rings available. The first few she had sent Dan, he had rejected immediately upon seeing them. That was until she sent him the picture of a ring that Dan knew was the one. He had called her and told her to find out the price. It was expensive, but Phil was worth the moon and the stars to Dan, as cliche as it might be. Within the next week, Dan had purchased the ring and had Louise drop it off.

  Currently, Dan was in the bathroom of their flat, and he was freaking out. He decided that tonight was the night he was finally going to propose. He had gotten the ring a month ago, and finally worked through all the details. He didn’t make reservations at a fancy restaurant because he knew that wasn’t them.

  “Dan, are you alright in there? You’ve been in there for, like, fifteen minutes.” He heard Phil’s worried voice call from the lounge. Dan hadn’t even realized how long he had been in there for, and instead of answering, had just left the bathroom and walked to the lounge. When he got out, Phil was in the kitchen, his back towards Dan.

  Now’s as good of time as any, Dan thought to himself. He pulled the ring from his pocket and got down on one knee, waiting for Phil to turn around. When he finally did, he froze. He tried to speak, but he couldn’t, he could only manage to walk closer to Dan.

  “Phil, ever since we met at that train station, I knew you were the one, maybe even before then. And it was so crazy to me, it even still as times, how someone as perfect as you could have fallen in love with someone like me. I had so many problems, but you didn’t care; you never did. It’s because of you that I was able to overcome so many obstacles. When I was diagnosed with with Parkinson’s, you never made me feel like a burden. Even when I was frustrated with myself, you never showed any frustration towards me. You’ve helped me so goddamn much, Phil. And I don’t think you fully understand how much I truly appreciate it. I don’t know where I would be if I had never met you. You’ve changed my life in so many ways, and always for the better. So, Phil,” Dan paused to open the case holding the ring. It was at this time Dan had finally allowed himself to look at Phil, and at the tears that were slowly falling down his face; all happy ones, of course. “Would you please do me the greatest honor, and marry me?”  At this, Dan stood up and rubbed the tears falling down Phil’s cheek, anxiously awaiting an answer.

  “Of fucking course, you idiot.” Phil finally responded, his voice barely above a whisper, he was so in awe. Dan didn’t even tease him for the swear that slipped out of his mouth, he simply wrapped Phil in his arms and, he himself, had started to cry. He pulled away and grabbed Phil’s left hand, gently placing the ring on his third finger. Once the ring was on, Phil couldn’t stop himself from grabbing Dan’s face in his hands and kissing his boyfriend, no, his fiance, with everything he had. They had both been through so much in the last year, but they knew that they could overcome anything that the world could possibly throw at them, so long as they had each other by their side.

Mine | Tommy Shelby (P.2 of Church)

many of you asked for a part 2 of church so here you go. i’ve purposely left it on a bad ending so i can write another part if people want that. this is slowly becoming a series but if other people do what another request, it will be a while before it’s uploaded. thank you for all ur lovely comments and enjoy.

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More Than You Know, Ch 1 (Trixya) - Joanne Elizabeth

Summary: “When has it ever worked out well for the LA lesbian to lie to her conservative mother in the midwest about a fake woman?”
Trixie and her girlfriend are invited back to Wisconsin for her sister’s wedding… Except Trixie doesn’t actually have a girlfriend. She does, however, have a best friend who will do anything for her.

AN: I started this fic in the middle and have been adding in random scenes as motivation strikes. It’s finally big enough to start sharing!

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Jamie wrote an article on The Guardian about Don Rickles.

“Don Rickles was my friend. I feel truly honoured that I can write those words with conviction. Although I didn’t know him for long or particularly well, he was still a friend and someone – along with his wife, Barbara – that I cared for very much. I was first introduced to the genius of Rickles via YouTube about eight years ago. While searching for Frank Sinatra interviews, I stumbled upon a series of grainy uploads from the original Dean Martin show comedy roasts. The format is simple: in each episode, there is a different known personality that is made to sit on a dais in front of a large audience and television cameras while flanked by other well-known faces from the world of comedy, politics and film. They then, in turn, get up to a microphone and proceed to ridicule the celebrity in question….

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The Only Exception - Part 5

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: you don’t believe in romantic love, you find it pathetic. But maybe, you make an exception when you meet James ‘Bucky’ Barnes.

A/N: after a loooong time, I am finally back with another chapter of this series I love so much. I have not been active these weeks because they have been exhausting, but I made some time between duties to write as to not abandon this series. As you may know, or maybe not, I am a big BIG fan of The Strokes and I have watched the shows they have done these past weeks so, there are a few things that are similar to what happened at The Strokes’ shows and the days after them. I hope you enjoy this part and thank you to all of you because you make me really happy!

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You reappear on the stage and the public goes crazy with their shouts.

“We were talking backstage guys and we said that we cannot leave you yet.” Again, your words are the reason why the audience shouts. You are lying if you say you are not excited and moved when you see that all these people are here to see you and your band. “Ok, we ready?” you ask to the guys of your band, they nod with their heads and the chords of the guitars and of the bass start, then the drums follow, and so does your voice.

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The Photographer and the Lonely Artist, Pt. 4

A/N: No, my dear, your eyes do not deceive you. I am actually updating this. I’m actually not being a little shit and uploading something new. Now, I originally said this is going to be the last part but guess what? Not happening yet. This is +5K words and I am not even halfway through to the ending. And since I have been very busy and have been going through so much shit that’s making writing difficult, I decided to go ahead and divide the part into two so that I can post faster. 

I’ll stop talking now. Enjoy and let me know what you think!

Part I, Part II, Part III

They are standing in the same spot where they once danced, in the center of his hallway, right between the small living room and the dining table. It’s such a narrow space she remembers worrying that they might end up stumbling over the neglected food sitting atop the table. And she remembers her worries vanishing as they swayed together. She remembers the heat of his touch through her clothing, the slight tremor of his breath as it blew over the top of her head, the small movements of his fingers, gently caressing. But most of all, she remembers the way her heart burst, the way it wanted to escape its shackles, the way it fluttered and shook and wanted to meet his. This odd space separating one half of his apartment from the other was incapable of any harm in Caroline’s eyes at that time. But even it betrayed her.

Now, they stand rigid in it. Now her heart races; drums against her chest uncomfortably instead. Now his shoulders are stiff and his face is disinterested. She’s been through this before, knows the dreadful feeling of watching someone’s figure retreating into a darkness that will never return them back to her. It is a bitter one. Its taste is that of a million disappointments and its pain is that of a burning knife slowly entering once-untouched flesh.

But worst of all, is its haunting permanence. A shadow of unforgiving mockery, it hangs over her head. Laughs deviously whenever she looks at herself in the mirror, or pauses to take a picture: Never good enough, never good enough.

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It Takes Two (Hayes Grier)

Request: Can u please do this Hayes Grier imagine make it where reader is a hip hop dancer has to dance with another guy and Hayes get jealous and walks away and the guy tries to kiss her and Hayes saves her etc. you come up with the rest


“It’s okay. If you have things to do today, you can leave,” I say, even tough I really do want him to stay.

Hayes tightens his arms around my waist. “I’m not going anywhere. I know you like having someone there to watch you.”

He knows me so well. As a kid my parents never watched my dance recitals. My mom would stay outside on the phone and my dad wouldn’t even bother coming. I didn’t know how much more nerve-wracking but also how much more comforting it was to have someone there supporting you. The first time Hayes came my heart raced more than it had during my first ever recital. But looking out and seeing his smiling proud face as I did my thing made me feel more proud and confident in myself than ever before.

Since then I’ve grown, moving into styles other than ballet. I’ve been practicing contemporary and hip hop for a few years now. Tonight’s my first partner dance at an exhibition, and I’m not quite sure how Hayes is going to feel about it. It’s a little risqué, but I love doing it. He gets jealous easily and hasn’t seen any practices so tonight’s when I find out his reaction.

“Hey babe?” I call out, lifting my head from his shoulder.

“Yeah?”

“Promise me you won’t get jealous when you watch, okay?”

“Why would I get jealous? I mean you’re only performing with the guy you’ve been spending hours a day with for months instead of being with me. Nah, no biggie.”

“That’s what I’m talking about,” I say, giving him a knowing look. “Promise me you’ll be okay with this.”

“Of course I will. If anything I’m even more happy that you don’t have to see this guy after this.” I just glare at him. “Okay, okay, I promise.”

He leans down to kiss me but I stop him. “You’ll get my lipstick all over your face.”

“I don’t care,” he says with a hand already on my cheek bringing my face to his.

After kissing me firmly he pulls away with a mouth nearly as red as mine. I laugh.

“Go wipe your mouth. I have to reapply then go on soon. I’ll see you out there okay?”

“Okay, baby. I’d wish you good luck but we both know you don’t need it.”

“We go on in 5,” Lucas, my dance partner says. I can hear the people in the crowd already, getting ready for the performance.

After making a quick stop to a room in the back for my lipstick, I return to the area just behind the stage and Luke and I stretch and warm up.

“You nervous?” He asks.

As a kid what I always told myself before a recital was that if I messed up, I never had to see the people in the audience again. And they’d probably forget about it by the time they got home. Now I’ve garnered notability in the dance community here in LA and there are plenty of cameras to remember my mess ups.

“Not really” I reply, taking a deep breath.

He rests a hand on my back, a little low for my comfort. It doesn’t help that the top I’m wearing a tight crop top and low rise skinny jeans, meaning he’s touching my bare back. He does those types of things all the time though. I don’t think anything of it, he’s just more touchy than what I’m used to.

We walk onto the stage to an outburst of applause as the announcer exits. I almost immediately spot Hayes, who smiles and gives me a thumbs.

The dance is to a remix of Despacito by Luis Fonso and Daddy Yankee. It’s a lot of body rolling really, since the footwork couldn’t be complicated due to me wearing heels. Luke on the other hand kind of plays the role of my love interest, doing a lot of looking at my body and running his hands up and down it. Together it’s sort of a cat and mouse thing, us chasing each other while influenced by dances like the tango and merengue.

Towards the end, Luke spins me, and I look into the crowd to see Hayes gone. Oh no. I knew this would happen. Every time he gets jealous, if he can’t act overly possessive he just storms off. I finish the dance mistake free but Luke can tell I’m a bit put off. He promised me. He could’ve at least stayed. The crowd bursts with applause as we stand there breathless. Luke puts an arm around my waist and we wave to the crowd, bowing.

At the end of exhibitions, all of the dancers for that night come out and just hang out with the crowd, take pictures, things like that. We were last so everyone comes out as we finish, heading down the steps leading to the crowd.

I want so badly to try to find Hayes but I know there are people who came specifically to meet me and I’d hate to disappear on them. I stay for about half an hour, taking tons of pictures. I eventually walk back to the room with my hands full of flowers, I set them down to gather my stuff.

Luke follows in soon after. “I didn’t really get a chance to say afterwards, but you did good tonight.”

I finish packing my bag as he speaks. “Thanks, right back at you.”

“You know, we make a good team,” he says, coming closer to me. “We should do this again soon.”

I admit, I do think we did really well, but he makes Hayes so tense, and it feels weird being this close to a guy who isn’t my boyfriend. I mean he’s touched parts of me today that Hayes didn’t touch until we’d been dating for months.

“Yeah, maybe,” I say anyway.

“You wanna head out for a couple drinks?” He asks, barely a foot away now.

“Actually I need to find my boyfriend so we can head home,” I say, slinging my bag over my shoulder.

“Are you really happy with him?” he asks, grabbing onto my waist tightly.

“Yes.” I say, teeth gritted. “Could you please let go of me now?”

He lowers his face until it’s inches from mine. “Is that really what you want sweetheart? I bet I could treat you better than he ever will.”

“Let go of me!” I say firmly. “I’m not interested.” I push on his chest but he barely moves.

“I feel the way you respond to me, don’t lie,” he lowers his lips and I turn my head to the side, ready to kick his ass.

“Hey!” Luke turns to see Hayes in the doorway, storming towards us.

I take the moment of distraction to step on his foot as hard as I can, push him further away from me, punch him in the gut, and push him into the counter next to us.

As he lies trying to recover, Hayes grabs him by the collar and holds him up. “Do not ever(italics) put your hands anywhere near my girlfriend again, or the next time it won’t be her kicking your ass, and you’ll be more than a little bruised up. Got it?”

“Okay, man, I get it, I get it.”

Hayes releases him and he falls to the floor. I feel a little guilty, but not enough to stop myself from stepping over him and moving on with my life.

As soon as we’re out of the room Hayes pulls me into his arms tightly. “Baby, I’m so sorry I wasn’t there.”

I push him away and walk off, knowing he’s following me. “You left.”

“I know, baby, I’m sorry,” he explains. “I just got so worked up, I couldn’t anymore. I hated seeing his hands on you. I know you don’t like it when I get possessive of you but you’re mine. It hurts seeing you with someone else like that.”

“Hayes you’re my rock. You’re the one I look to in the crowd every time I’m up there. You’re the one there for me when no one else is.”

We reach the car, and instead of opening my door he pulls me back into his arms. “And I’ll never leave again. None of that back there would’ve happened had I just stayed with you, instead of getting jealous and running off.”

“You know I’m yours. Even though I hate when you announce it to the world, I love you and no one else will ever be able to take the place you have, okay? And I’m fine, everything’s alright. I could’ve handled Luke myself if I needed to.”

“But you shouldn’t have to. I’m here for you, you know that right? I wanna be your knight in shining armor.”

“You already are,” I say, rising up to my tip toes to peck his lips.

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Thanks for reading, hope you liked it. And thanks to the requester, this was kinda fun to write. I know you wanted Hayes to save her, but I had to fit in a little girl power, can’t help myself. I really do hope you like it though. As for my other imagines, I have another Hayes imagine to do, then like 4 Shawn imagines, which I’m hyped for because I love him but somehow haven’t written any imagines for him. So if you’re a Shawn fan you’re in luck. If not, I’ll probably post little blurbs, imagines etc. in between. Either way, there’ll probably be a lot of imagines coming out within these next few weeks because I start a job at the end of the month and who knows how that’ll effect the rate at which I upload, but I want to get my requests out before that begins.

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Shoot your Shot Part 5 - Auston Matthews

Originally posted by willynylanders

So i finally had some spare time to edit and upload this part but it might be a while before I can get the next one. I’m hoping that when on my break in 2 weeks I can get more parts done and put in a queue. Also sorry if theres any mistakes, I”m on my lunch break and rushing a bit.
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Auston comes home 2 days from today and I couldn’t be more excited. He kept up his promise on talking to me every day. I even took up Kenzie on her option she gave and there may have even been an exchange of some less then PG-13 pictures last night.  I still haven’t told Kenzie yet, she’s going to lose her mind. We were both at my house watching the Leafs game. They were playing Tampa Bay and it wasn’t looking too good for them. I know Auston is going to call me after the game like he always does now and I was looking forward to it, don’t get me wrong, but he’s not himself after a loss. I never know how to comfort him and it makes me feel bad. He assures me that there’s nothing more I can do and that talking to me makes him feel better. The second period had just ended and I decided there was no better time to Kenzie about last than right now.

“Kenzie”
“Yes?”
“I have something I need to tell you but you have to promise not to freak out or get overly excited okay?”
“Okay I won’t” She told me but I knew she was still going to freak out
“So I may or may not of sent a couple of nudes last night”
“Oh my god, to who?”
“Who do you think Kenz?”
“He sent them back right?” She asked changing the way she was sitting to face me.
“Yes, I wasn’t doing that unless he sent them back.”
“Good. So, is he big?” She asked laughing
“Oh my god I knew I shouldn’t have said anything” I said throwing the pillow in my lap at her and getting up to walk to the kitchen. “Do you want anything out here?”
“Grab me some pizza.”
“Okay.”

I was getting the pizza and a drink when my phone started to ring. I answered it without looking
“Hello”
“Hey” Auston replied
“Why are you calling? Arent you playing a game?” I asked him
“Well if you were watching the game you would know the second period had ended and that I was on intermission right now.”
“I am watching the game actually. I just figured you couldn’t call people until the game was fully over.”
“You can’t but I’m breaking the rules for you.”
“Wow I didn’t know you were such a bad boy. I don’t think I can talk to you anymore.” I said to him laughing.
“Oh, I think you know I’m a bad boy. Especially after last night.” He said reminding me. Am I ever glad he couldn’t see me right now because I don’t think my cheeks could get any redder.  
“So why are you breaking the rules for me?” I asked changing the subject as quick as possible.
“Well I promised to talk to you every day and I know we already talked today but I figured you would be waiting for me to call later after the game. Sadly, I won’t be doing that tonight because me and the guys are going to some bar Mitch found.” He told me. I was kind of sad but also thankful because I didn’t like sad Auston. Alcohol will help him with losing the game.
“That’s okay. Just don’t drink too much. We still have to hang out when you get home.”
“I’ll try not too but I have to go, coach is yelling to me.”
“Okay, talk to you tomorrow.” I said before hanging up
“Logan where is my pizza?” Kenzie yelled from the living room. I completely forgot about it.
“Coming!”

We watched the rest of the game which ended with the Leafs losing. I texted Auston to tell him sorry and that I hope he has a good time going out. He didn’t answer but I wasn’t to upset over it, I know how he gets. Me and Kenzie decided on watching movies for the rest of the night because neither of us had work in the morning. It was about 2 in the morning and we were half way through some scary movie Kenzie said was amazing. It was terrible so we were both paying more attention to our phones then the movie. That’s when Kenzie asked me if I checked snapchat.

“No, why?” I questioned her
“I think you should check it.” She told me looking sad almost. I did what she told me to do and checked snapchat. I looked at all of the stories before I got to Wills’. It was a picture of him and Mitch but in the back ground was Auston kissing a girl.  
“Are you okay?” Kenzie asked me.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” And honestly, I was. “I promise, I have no reason to be mad or upset. It’s not like we are dating. He can do whatever he wants.”
“ Are you sure?”
“Yes. I know what I was getting into when I started talking to him. He’s a young, very attractive, hockey player travelling the world and I know what he’s like. Well how the media makes him out to be. But like I said, we’re not dating so he can do whatever he wants whenever he wants.”
“Whatever you say.”
“Alright now can we change the movie? this one is shit.” I asked her laughing

We changed the movie to The Office and watched that for the remainder of the night until we fell asleep on the couches. Mads came running into the living room and jumping on us to wake us up in the morning. Dad had made breakfast, or lunch considering it was 1230, for us. He had the day off, so him and Mads were going to the park. We ate our lunch and then Kenzie headed home, something about her brother locking himself out of the house. I cleaned up our lunch and went to the living room to check my phone. It was dead so I went upstairs and plugged it in to charge. Waiting for it to charge I decided to hop in the shower. After getting out the shower, I went to go check my phone. I had text from Will asking if I was okay and that he didn’t know Auston was in the picture or he wouldn’t have posted it. Auston texted me telling me he was sorry, that he didn’t mean it, and that he hoped we could still hang out when he got home. I figured I’d make him sweat a little more and decided to do my hair and make-up before answering them. I texted Will back first and told him everything was fine and that it didn’t bother me. I guess Will told Auston I answered him because I was in the middle of texting Auston back when he called me.  

“Hey”
“Logan I am so sorry and I understand if you want nothing to do with me anymore. I was and idiot and messed up. But I would really like to prove to you that I’m not that big of a dickhead, if you’ll let me that is?” He said everything so fast I’m lucky I could understand him.
“Auston slow down” I said laughing “I’m not mad you. We aren’t dating so you can do whatever you want with whoever you want. You don’t have to make anything up to me. Just make sure you get home on time. Were still hanging out when you get home right?” I asked him
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I have the perfect day planned.”
“Great! So I’ll see you tomorrow right?’
"Well we actually got an earlier flight home, I’m actually about to head to the airport now. I should be home in about 5 hours.”
“Really?”
“Really. But what I was getting at was did you maybe want to come over tonight when I get home and get takeout and watch movies with me and the boys? I think Mitch is taking his girlfriend so you won’t be the only girl.”
“I would love to. What time did you want me to come over?”
“Well I can pick you up on the way home from the airport. I should be at your house by 7 to pick you up”
“Okay, I’ll see you then.”
“Okay” He said before we hung up. You couldn’t wipe the smile off my face no matter how hard you tried.

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Hour 19:50 I Will Protect The World!

Dinner was great,  a calm and drowsy feeling washed over Zack. He kicked his feet up on the desk and pulled the keyboard into his lap as he typed out some work he had. It wasn’t due for a awhile but he was feeling oddly productive tonight. Well, at first, the moment he was in need of changing up his music he logged onto his Youtube account and saw notification after notification of new uploads on his favorite personalities. What was supposed to be one funny video turned into ten and before he new it he was drinking a coke and was resting in a reclined position, keyboard pushed aside. Well, work could wait now it was time for leisure. 

It was beginning to rain harder and suddenly thunder was booming across the skies and lightning struck down to the earth. Zack walked around the room making sure everything was connected to a power surge. Just as he was satisfied all his stuff would be safe a loud BANG exploded through the sky and then the apartment was engulfed in darkness. The only source of light came from the windows but even then it was barely illuminating anything. He glanced at the cameras and saw a red light flashing, seemed that the security system worked on a back up generator or something. Which reminded him, he turned to the desk and looked at the locked drawer. A green flashing light, barely visible, blinked against the wall. Damn, that drawer was still locked. He sighed and climbed onto his bed and grabbed his phone. He had crappy signal but he could still do something with it. He had a few games that didn’t require service so maybe playing those would be best. 

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from afar pt five // jughead jones au

from afar // the one with the brother

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summary: (Y/N) needs a wedding date. jughead is the only one available. small problem-they aren’t on good terms.

words: 1,328

(((author’s note: i’m v sorry for the late upload, i was v busy with a job interview and writing this essay up! I hope you enjoy this part, its quite rambly ngl)))


“So why does my sister call you Forsythe if you hate it so much?” Josh raised his eyebrow as he sat opposite Jughead, his eyes never leaving Jughead’s.

“You make exceptions for the people you love.”

“So you love her?”

“You could say that.”


“Archibald, I need you to drive us around Boston tonight.” (Y/N) smirked “Betty, Montana and I are about to hit the town.”

“God, we’re too old for that saying.”

“I’m not exactly in bar hopping clothes.” Archie frowned.

“Good thing we’re in Manhattan and we’re fully grown adults.”


“So how long have you been together?”

“Ten months. She didn’t want to introduce me to you all just yet but she realised if she turned up alone, your family would be trying to pair her off.”

“She’s right. She’s had to go through five weddings within three years. If I were her, I wouldn’t have coped past the second one.”

“I’m sorry if you weren’t expecting me, I told her she should’ve warned you.”

“It’s odd though. Ten months and she’s never mentioned it to me.”

“I mean she didn’t tell Kevin until two weeks ago.”


“How do I look, Mon?” Betty asked, stepping out of the dressing room in the dress chosen for her.

Archie grinned, biting his lip, earning a playful smack from the dark haired girl sitting next to him.

“If only I could show my excitement like Archie, I would.” Montana commented, causing the blonde in front of her to laugh.

“Can’t wait to see you try yours on, (Y/N). Yo’ man betta tie you down before my weirdo cousin, Jackson, tries to make a move.”


“So do you work?” Josh smiled at the dark haired man before him “I’m sorry, just brotherly things that should’ve happened earlier in the relationship.”

“I write a column for the Riverdale Journal. Nothing major, I’m hoping to publish a book soon.”

“Hope it works out for you, man.”

“Thanks.” There was a slight pause “You know, I just want the best for (Y/N), right?”

“I understand. I also want the best for her. She’s one of the few females in the family. You’re lucky that you haven’t had the chance to sit down with Niall yet, he’d question you into the ground.”

“(Y/N)’s favourite cousin, right?”


The sound of a camera shutter pulled the girls back to reality, their heads turning to Archie immediately.

He responded with a shrug “Thought Jug might’ve want to see how good you looked.”

“Mon, I can’t believe you’re getting married next week.”

“Girl, I can’t believe it too. Got me feeling older than Morgan Freeman.”


Jughead smiled to himself as glanced down at the picture Archie had sent him.

archie: ‘cant wait to see ur cute little butt in a cute little dress’

archie: u waited long enough ;)


“So it’s a girls night but I’m driving you around?”

“Pretty much, we’re going to get wasted and not worry about how to get home.” Montana clapped as she shuffled around in the back seat, trying to change into something less business looking.


“You’re a decent guy.” Josh sighed “I wasn’t too sure about you at first. She spent so many nights, ranting on the phone to me about her douche-y hot roommate. God, I think she even cried a few times.”

“I never realised how much of a dick I was being. I’m not really good at handling my emotions and I guess I turned my liking into this hatred.”

“There’s a thin line between love and hate and you crossed it. She was so convinced you were plotting her murder.”

“She hung out with Reggie too much.” He rolled his eyes.

“You’re lucky she never mentioned it to our cousin, Niall. He would’ve come down to RCU and broken your legs, you would still be limping to this day.”

“She never told him?”

“No, in all honesty, I think she was crushing on you at the time but I’m not 100% sure.”

“Your family seems protective of (Y/N).”

“Well, when theres twelve of us and only two are female, you tend to develop no tolerance for bullshit when it comes to them.”


She took another shot, feeling the liquor burn her throat as it went down. (Y/N) couldn’t really remember the last time she had drank, having promised Reggie she’d go through a month of no alcohol.

“You’re one hundred percent tipsy.” a voice commented from behind her, causing her to turn around.

She frowned at the sight of her ex standing at the bar, a smirk plastered on his face.

“Would say it’s been nice seeing you, James, but that’s a lie.”

“Here, how about I buy you a drink and make you change your opinion?”

“Sure thing.”


“I guess I always knew that I didn’t hate her. I met my best friend through her, whether I want to admit that to her or not, it was the truth. Archie was constantly checking up on her and we became friends because of that. He was like you, at first.”

“Slight weary of your relationship with (Y/N)?”

“No, slightly weary of even speaking to me.”

“It makes a lot of sense. Archie’s always looked out for (Y/N) and I doubt that will stop any time soon. I’m just glad both, you and Betty, understand their closeness and don’t try to prevent it.”


Archie’s brows furrowed as he made his way over to the bar, spotting James inching closer towards (Y/N) but before he had reached her, she took the drink from the bar and sent a smile James’s way before turning away and heading over to him.

“Arch!” she giggled “I love free drinks.”

“You know, you’re going to be the death of me right?”

She nodded, wrapping her arm around his waist. “How’s Montana?”

“In an even worse state than you.”

“Guess I better drink up then.”


“It’s getting late and I’m off to bed.” Josh yawned “I’m so sorry about all the questions.”

“I get it. Brother things.”

“Yeah.” He smiled “By the way, there’s no point on waiting up for them. Mon texted me earlier that they went out for drinks. Drunk (Y/N) is a handful, if you need help, don’t hesitate to wake me.”


“I’m so glad you barely drank anything.” Archie chuckled as he held a stumbling, drunk (Y/N) tightly to his side.

“I knew this would happen. (Y/N) hasn’t drank in months and I assumed you would need help when it came to her. What I didn’t expect was for Montana to be worse than her.” Betty spoke, as she led the dark haired girl towards the direction of the car.


The four made their way into the house, trying to make it to their rooms without waking anyone up.

“Shhh, Archie. You might wake Josh up.” Montana giggled

“Tana, we’re in the living room.”


She giggled as she poked his face, earning a soft mumble to escape his lips. He turned around in the bed and saw Betty pulling her away from the bed.

“Let him sleep, (Y/N). Let’s get you changed.”

“Hey, I’m starting to s-sober up.”

“I know, sweetheart, but it doesn’t mean you should wake him up.”

“I just want to tell him his dad is hot.”

Betty let out a laugh, her hand rushing up to her mouth as she noticed him, pushing himself up.

“Betttttt, admit it. You agree. FP Jones is a hot human.”

“I’m sure he’ll be flattered.” Jughead commented, switching the light on.

“Shhh, you’ll wake him.” (Y/N) hiccuped

“God, she’s past gone isn’t she?”

Betty nodded her head. “Sorry for waking you.”

“No, it’s alright. You go off to bed. I’ll take over.”

“Just wash her face and make sure she drinks water before she sleeps.”

“Come on, sweet cheeks, let’s get your makeup off you.”

“Why do you not like me? Did I do something?”

“No, sweet cheeks. You’re mistaken. I do like you. A lot more than you think.”


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“Home remedies” - h.s. Part 7

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“Life, if anything, is nothing more than a series of moments captured frame for frame as our eyes take in those around us and impact us monumentally,” Harry said, attempting to not sound like he was reading from a card but you knew he totally hadn’t memorized the whole speech completely. You couldn’t help but smirk as you leaned back in your seat and just let it happen.

He’d been keeping the speech a secret from you for weeks. You knew he was presenting and you’d come to terms with that, but you had been nervous for whatever flowery declaration of love he may attempt to pepper into the whole thing. But he was doing a pretty good job, and so far you weren’t as embarrassed as you thought you’d be. 

“That’s why photography is so important though, right?” Harry continued, “Because we have so many moments during the day that cause so many different emotions, that we oftentimes look over the most important ones. I know, that with two kids, the little moments can sometimes go unnoticed. But that’s what photography does for us - it allows us to ponder and remember on those little moments that may have passed up by, that make us feel something we didn’t know we possessed, and to help us give thanks for the moments we’ve cherished with others.”

Okay, so maybe now you were crying a little bit, but you weren’t going to let the small tears show as you continued to slouch slightly in your chair, your arms crossed lazily over your stomach as you attempted to act as cool as a cucumber. 

Internally though, you were freaking out.

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Fireworks and Ferris Wheels

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Originally posted by bloody--cherry

Kurt Wagner x Reader

Fireworks and Ferris Wheels

Author: Morgan

Prompt: I am taking yet another break from the inbox prompts and whipping up a little Fourth of July special. It won’t be uploaded until tomorrow (July 5th) but I wrote it on July 4th, so that has to count for something.

Note: Because I’m trash, this is written as X-Men Evolution Kurt. For those of you who don’t know, this Kurt is covered in fur and wears in image-inducer that holograms him to look human. Also, if you haven’t seen the show, you can binge-watch it for freeeee on You Tube. It’s great.

Warnings: None?

“I can’t wait for zhe firevorks tonight!” Kurt said to Scott. “Zhe fair is going to be amazing!”

“Dude, did you ask (Y/N) yet?”

“To vhat? Go as my date?”

“Well yeah, Kurt.” Scott laughed.

“You zhink the fuzzy man can get zhe girl?”

“Oh yeah. She’s sitting over there with Jean. I’ll go with you. We can ask them on a double date.”

“All right,” Kurt nodded. He put a hand on Scott’s shoulder and teleported over to the other side of the courtyard.

“Jeez! You scared me!” you put a hand over your heart, laughing and smiling at the sight of your favorite teleporter. Oh, and Scott.

“Hey boys,” Jean waved. “What’s up.”

“So uh, Kurt and I were talking and…Do you maybe wanna go on a double date tonight? The fair?”

“Sure!” you answered too quickly. Kurt smiled. “I mean, I have no plans. Or a date, for that matter.”

“Jean?” Scott asked. She nodded.

“Yeah, sounds like a plan. Meet us in the front room at 6.” Jean said. She walked back inside with you.

“Yes!” Kurt pumped his fists in the air.

“Dude, she so digs you.”

“An elf can hope,”

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You and Jean walked down the stairs at six. You were wearing a blue tank top with white stars, and red and white striped shorts. Kurt, who was just wearing an American flag shirt, grinned at the sight of you.

“Feeling festive?” he asked.

“I’m ready to party!” You smiled, raising your arms and spinning around. Kurt pressed the button on his image inducer. A ripple spread through his skin, changing it from blue to pale.

“So am I,”

“I’m driving,” Scott said, flashing a pair of keys. The four of you walked out the door. When you got to the car, Kurt opened the door to the back and motioned for you to get inside. You nodded and slid across the back seat. He got in after you.

“You guys ready?” Scott asked, turning up the music. You all cheered as he drove off.

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The fair was full of people. Full. The sun was starting to go down, and as it got darker and darker, more of the rides turned their lights on.

“What’s first?”

“Let’s go to the fun house,” Jean suggested. The rest of you agreed and followed her inside. You took Kurt’s hand, leading him through the maze behind you. Kurt looked at Scott, who was behind the pair of you, and pointed to your joint hands, grinning. Scott gave him a thumbs up.

You led him through the maze of mirrors and got to the distorting mirrors at the end.

“Look! I’m a giraffe!” Kurt said, standing in front of a mirror that made him look ten feet tall. You laughed and tried out some of the other mirrors.

After the fun house, the four of you went to the bumper cars.

“Are we teaming up?” Jean asked. You nodded.

“You and me against the guys,” you told her.

“You’re going down,” Scott smirked.

“Wanna bet?” Jean challenged.

“I do. If we win, you have to kiss us on the ferris wheel during the fireworks.” Scott said.

“Fine,” You replied, deciding to play along. “And if we win, which we will, you have to hold our hands all night and buy us cotton candy.”

“Zhat’s only fair,” Kurt shrugged, grinning. If he was being honest, he had wanted to do both anyways. You hopped into the bumper cars and raced around.

“I’m coming for you, Kurt!” you turned the wheel, chasing after him.

“No! No!” he tried to get away, but you bumped into him. It was a very competitive game, but you and Jean came out on top, high-fiving as you got out of your cars.

“All right boys, pay up,” Jean held out her hand, which Scott gladly took.

“A deal’s a deal. Let’s go get some cotton candy.” Scott shrugged. Kurt grabbed your hand with a three-fingered fuzzy one. The image inducer only changed how he looked, not how he felt. Not that you minded. The hairy thing was starting to grow on you.

“Gee, vhat a shame zhat ve have to hold hands all night.” Kurt teased, laughing.

“God, you must be suffering.” you laughed in reply. “I feel so bad.”

Scott ordered the cotton candies and handed one to you and one to Kurt. You started to eat the sweet, sticky treat.

“It’s like eating a cloud,” Kurt laughed, his lips coated in pink fluff. You laughed.

“Good, right?”

“Yeah, big time.” he smiled. It didn’t take any of you long to finish and then it was off to the next thing, a photo booth. When Scott and Jean were done, you dragged Kurt in with you. Figuring no one would see besides you, Kurt closed the curtain and turned off his image inducer, turning blue.

“There’s my favorite blue guy,” you smiled, poking his nose. He smiled. You put a quarter in the machine and he put an arm around you. Four pictures snapped of you two in various poses, the last being you kissing him on the cheek and him grinning like a madman.

Two copies of the photos printed. You handed one to him and slipped the other into your purse. There was a mark from your lipstick on his cheek.

“Sorry. Here, let me get that,” you reached up to wipe it away, but he grabbed your wrist.

“Leave it,” he smiled. “Kitty and Evan will never believe me if I don’t come home with proof.”

“Silly goose,” you shook your head, pressing another kiss to his other cheek. “There. Now you’re evened out.”

He switched his image-inducer on, covering up the kiss marks and his blue furry skin.

Hours later, after you had ridden countless rides, the fireworks started. You grabbed Kurt’s hand and dashed to the Ferris wheel. Scott and Jean followed, and each pair of you got into separate cars.

You sat beside Kurt, wrapping your arm around him as he draped his over your shoulder. The wheel started to move, and after a few minutes of sitting in silence, watching the fireworks, the car got stuck near the top.

“Well, I know we creamed you at bumper cars, but…if you still want that kiss…” you trailed off. He pressed the button on his image inducer, turning blue. He held your cheeks and pulled you into the gentlest kiss you had ever felt. His lips were smooth and soft, and still sweet with the taste of cotton candy.

“Tonight vas fun,” Kurt smiled, resting his head on yours as you watched the fireworks over the river.

“It really was.” you pulled your lipstick out of your bag and put on a fresh coat, raising an eyebrow. “Want more ‘proof’?”

“You bet,” he smirked. You peppered kisses all over his face, leaving red marks everywhere.

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“Night Kurt~” You called as you walked up the stairs. Kurt stumbled through the front door of the mansion, still fazed from all of the kisses. Kitty looked up.

“Woah, what happened to you?” she asked, laughing. Kurt smiled dreamily, watching you as you went.

“A very fun night at zhe fair.”

“Hey everyone! It’s Kuro, here with–” Kuroo nudges Kenma, smiling, even when he’s met with silence. Not missing a beat, he adds, “Kenma! I’ll edit that out later. Probably.” 

“Probably.” Kenma snickers, and Kuroo pouts. 

“Kenma, so mean!”

“Just tell them what we’re doing…” Kenma sighs, shifting in his seat, and Kuroo’s excited smile returns as he straightens in his seat. 

“We’re going through my Tumblr tag.” There’s a pause in the audio so dramatic music could be played once Kuroo gets to editing, Kuroo grinning and raising his eyebrows suggestively the whole time. Kenma snickers, covering his mouth with his hand. “I was originally going to do it myself, but I’ve never actually looked through my own tag before, and from what I’ve seen in my other friend’s tags, I thought moral support would be a good thing.” 

“You just don’t want to look at all the porn of yourself by yourself because then people would thing you’re weird.”

“I am weird, though! It’s obvious that I just want to spend time with you, and that’s why,” Kuroo smiles coyly, and Kenma stifles another, amused snicker, moving to open Kuroo’s laptop. 

“Let’s just get started,” Kenma says, typing in his password, greeted by the tag page, already pulled up. He raises an eyebrow upon seeing the scroll bar already halfway down the page. 

“I got curious!” Kuroo says in attempt to defend himself, but it doesn’t work; Kenma scoffs, and refreshes the page to get to the top. Then he lets Kuroo take the reins, and watches the screen as Kuroo scrolls to the first picture they come to. “See? That’s cute.” Kuroo points to a realistic sketch of Kenma with a cat-ear headband, and smiles. “It looks just like you!”

Kenma’s neutral face tinges pink, and he smiles softly. “Well this one looks like you, too,” He points to the artwork directly under it that compliments his own, cat ears and all. Kuroo’s grin grows. 

“It does, doesn’t it? My fans are such great artists!”

“Mhm.” 

“Ohh, and look at this– they’re my favorite artist!” Kuroo’s hand flies back to hit Kenma on the chest, now, and he grimaces a moment before his eyes focus on the artwork that Kuroo was vehemently pointing at. 

“Ah. I’ve seen them before.” 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah; they’re really good…”

They continued on like that for an hour, probably, until Kuroo finally decided that they’ve done enough and closes up shop after doing an outro.

 It’s later than they’d thought. Kenma is obviously tired. But Kuroo needs to work on editing and getting the video ready for upload in the morning. 

“Should we order in? I don’t really feel like cooking tonight–”

“I can cook.” Kenma says, standing. Kuroo looks at him, surprise evident on his face, which seemingly annoys Kenma. “I’ve cooked before, Kuro, I’m not going to burn the whole apartment complex down,” He growls, and Kuroo laughs. 

“I know, I know, it’s just– surprising. You never usually volunteer to cook.” 

“Because I don’t want to,” Kenma mutters, walking to the door, “But you seem like you need real food right now, not some cheap pizza from a fast food restaurant that probably has our address and order memorized.” 

Kenma leaves Kuroo to work, and Kuroo swears, he’s even more in love with him than before. 

Half an hour of editing, groaning, and pounding his head against the desk later, Kenma enters wearing pajamas. “Dinner’s done.” 

“Ok, I’ll be–” 

“No. Come out now, your video can wait.” Kenma says sternly, crossing his arms. “Don’t think I can’t hear you in here. The walls are thin.” 

Kuroo flushes at the thought of what else Kenma may have heard through the walls at night, but quickly shakes the thought out of his head as he stands, following Kenma out. 

“Ah, you say you don’t want me eating pizza, so you make pizza. Nice,” Kuroo smirks, leaning against the counter as Kenma pulls out plates and hands him one. 

“I said you shouldn’t eat at fast food restaurants all the time,” Kenma mumbles, grabbing himself his own slices. “Besides, that’s all we had in the cabinets. We need to go shopping.” 

Kuroo hums. “Tomorrow. I don’t wanna go out tonight.” 

Kenma makes a noise of affirmation, and walks to the living room, falling into his usual seat on the couch. Kuroo trails him, falling into the seat next to him. Kenma pulls out his ds, and Kuroo turns on the tv. Kenma shudders, and Kuroo realizes that the usual nest of blankets in Kenma’s spot on the couch. Odd. It was cold, it was snowing outside, and Kenma hated snow. Too cold, far too cold for him when he couldn’t create much body heat from himself. 

“Where are your blankets?”

Kenma looks up from his pizza to Kuroo to his pizza again. "I…your room, I think…” 

Oh. Yeah. Kenma had slept in his room last night. The heat was out, and the space heater in Kenma’s room wasn’t enough to keep him warm through the night. It makes Kuroo’s face warm up, and he laughs, to cover his nerves. 

“R- Right…” Suddenly Kenma shifts, and he’s curled up in Kuroo’s lap. “K- Ken–”

“You’re warm.” 

“Y- Yeah…” 

They finish eating in silence, and Kenma stays in his lap, playing his ds while Kuroo watches tv. 

It’s late, when they decide to turn in. Or, rather, Kuroo decides to turn in. Kenma had fallen asleep – again. It honestly amazes Kuroo how much Kenma sleeps, and how easy it was for him to just…fall asleep anywhere. 

Before he can think too much about his roommate’s sleep habits, he’s lifting Kenma and carrying him to his bedroom, taking a pit stop to his own room to grab his blankets. The maintenance guy had come and fixed the heater earlier, and the space heater kept the room an almost boiling temperature for Kenma, so it had been deemed warm enough for him to inhabit once more. 

Tucking Kenma into bed, Kuroo allows himself the small pleasure of brushing his hair away from his face, and kissing his forehead. After that, he whispers a soft, useless “good night,” to Kenma and heads off to his own room, completely unaware of the golden irises, now wide open, staring after him as the door clicks softly shut. 

Concentration Lost

Prompt/Requests: ‘’imagine about draco helping you study but HE gets a little distracted and stars like kissing your neck but no smut like a mini making out-ish session?’’ - Anonymous.

‘’imagine where you’re doing work an draco helps you. like a study session.’’ - Anonymous.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy + Reader / Y/N.
Word Count: 973.
Requested: Yes, twice.
Warning(s): As the request tells you, a little bit of smut and fluff. ;)
Note: I will try and upload one more request this weekend, but I can’t promise you anything. Tomorrow (Friday) I’ve got a concert, saturday will be a study day and Sunday also will be a study day. But I’ll try and write something though. :) Because next week (from Monday til Friday) I have a testweek on school, so yeah. 

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‘Hey,’ you heard someone say and then he tapped you on the head, ‘are we going to study tonight or not?’

You looked up to Draco and smiled, lowering your spoon as you were eating dinner. You didn’t notice Draco walking by though, strangely enough he wasn’t at dinner at all and now he suddenly shows up.

‘Yeah, you promised me last week. Good you remembered me though,’ you responded, taking a sip from your delicious soup as Draco took place next to you. His hand went straight for your thigh, which made you bolt up a bit. You heard him snicker next to you and then he kissed you on your temple, before standing up again.

‘Why the hurry? Where are you going?’ you asked him as he started to walk away again. He turned around and grinned.

‘Just, stuff,’ he answered vaguely, making you frown as he walked further away from you.

‘Hey!’ you yelled, Draco turning around again, ‘where are we going to study?’

‘Library,’ he yelled over the crowd of students, ‘ see ya later!’

You raised your eyebrows, curious to what his plan was, so you ate and drank all of your soup so fast, you got the hiccups. With the sickly annoying sound you made, you stood up after fifteen minutes of eating more than planned. Because when you were almost finisched with the soup, Blaise started talking to you about some project he had to hand in this week. Of course you weren’t interested at all, but since you didn’t want to act rude, you stayed and listened to the dark boy with only one ear as your thoughts were somewhere else.

‘And then I had to make the -’

‘Blaise,’ you cut him off, ‘I really have to study now. I’m very sorry, but I don’t want to fail this test. It’s pretty important to me. And my grades of course.’

He nodded, totally understanding it as you ran off, waving at him before you exited the Great Hall.

With a fastly beating heart you walked down the corridors, sometimes looking outside to enjoy the beautiful view Hogwarts had. The moon shined so bright, it lit up every single little thing in the landscape and it was such a beautiful sight.

A little sigh left your mouth as you turned your head again, entering the quiet library as you eyes had to get used to the dark room. When you thought you could see clear enough, you walked further into the big room full of magical books and smiled when you saw a black figure sitting at one of the tables. Multiple books were spread acroos the table and you recongnized all of them, being the books from which you had to study for the test.

‘Hey,’ you said, Draco turning around and you could make out a smile on his face.

‘Hey,’ he said back, motioning for you to sit down next to him as you studied some of the books.

‘How’s studying going?’ you asked him, grabbing one of the books and just flip some random pages as you tried to take in some of the information.

‘Better now you’re here,’ he grinned, ‘do you know what professor Binns means with this?’ He pointed at a picture which belonged to the subject ‘Witch Hunts’.

‘Those are witch hunts, you had to write an essay for that in your third year,’ you snickered, surprised Draco didn’t rememeber anymore.

‘Oh really? I don’t think I have done that… by myself,’ he added quickly, making you laugh at his usual behaviour. You didn’t expect something else though, but since he did absolutely nothing in the third year, this would be a hard subject to explain.

‘Okay,’ you sighed, grabbing the ancient book, ‘so, in the fourteenth century it was absolutely pointless to burn witches. Professors Bunns told us - Draco, are you even listening?’

You looked at the boy, who stared at you like you were some Goddes which came out of nowhere.

‘I like it when you say weird, nerdy stuff,’ he admitted, you putting the book away as you raised your eyebrows at him. ‘Is that a compliment? Or is it -’

You couldn’t even finish your sentence, since his lips were planted on your lips. A hum escaped your mouth, making him grin slightly in the kiss as he brought your to your feet. He pushed your on the table and bit down your lower lip lightly, asking for him to enter you. With a little smile, you opened your mouth and let his tongue slide into it.

With soft kissing noises and some soft moans in between, he separated your legs and let his hand glide up and down your thigh, pushing up your skirt a bit.

One of your arms was thrown around his neck and your other hand was pressed against his chest. Draco’s lips moved to your neck and he sucked and licked them so much, until he found your soft spot.

A quiet moan left your mouth when he found the spot, making him chuckle low.

‘Found it,’ he whispered, continuing to suck, making you moan quietly. His hands now went up and down your clothed body, trying to make you feel comfortable under his touch as you tilted your head for him.

But once some students entered the library, you both immediately pulled back and you jumped away from the table, straighting your skirt and blouse so no one would notice your were in a heavy make-out session just a couple of seconds ago.

‘Well,’ Draco breathed heavily, sitting down again and covering his visible boner under his pants, ‘I think I will fail this test.’

‘Oh, but you didn’t fail my test,’ you giggled, winking at him as he pouted, making you laugh out loud again.

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Exotic Reader & Mobtale Sans & Papyrus (Part III)

Part I

Part II

               To Dr. Gaster’s pleasure, the Readers were surprisingly cooperative as they were photographed and collared. It was normally not a pleasant process – the skeleton brothers went from cage to cage, pulling out the pairs or trios of Readers and setting them on table they had dragged into the small room. The table was set up like a miniature photo shoot – a white backdrop held up by a plastic frame, a white sheet taped over the floor, and an expensive camera bolted perfectly in place before it. There was a handful of padded cubes in a variety of colors for Readers who may need to sit or lean, and Papyrus had added a few paper umbrellas (the kind Grillby put in his fancy Hawaiian drinks) in various colors to brighten up some of the pictures.

               Normally, the Readers fought at this stage – most of the strong-willed ones would struggle or bite during the process, or try to run when they were set down on the little stage to be photographed. More than once, the skeletal trio had to use their gravity magic to keep the Readers in place and posing. Today, they all behaved, lying limp in Sans and Papyrus’ hands and staying in place when they were set down. Papyrus quickly undressed and collared each one, snapping a thin silver collar about their necks that was inscribed with their lab number. He also cast a quick green healing spell over each, checking for any lingering damage from the branding. Sans then photographed them, not bothering to coax a smile out of them – it was a fruitless endeavor that they’d tried before but did nothing but waste time. Instead, he placed the ones with weak-knees on cubes so they could sit comfortably, or gave the shyer ones the umbrellas so they could partially hide their blushing faces. As soon as the photos were taken, they were returned to their cage alongside clean clothing – black sleeveless shirts or dresses and long black pants, meant to stifle their personality and help the tattoos stand out.

               Gaster noted (with no small amount of amusement) that the more defiant or outspoken Readers were glancing at the cage in the middle of the wall, and the young creature sitting by the door, scarred throat on display for all to see thanks to their sweater being shredded around the neck. Said Reader was glaring at him every few minutes, before looking away with a scowl. The scientist tapped his chin thoughtfully, examining the docile Readers with newfound interest. Apparently, irreversibly punishing one of them scared the others into obedience. He would have to remember that for the next shipment.

               Papyrus didn’t bother with the middle cage until last. He pulled out the three inside, realizing he couldn’t take them one-at-a-time since the two male Readers refused to release the third. He cupped them carefully in his hand and quickly deposited them on the table, where the last three collars were waiting. Gaster watched the two males try to defend the third by keeping themselves between them and his youngest son. Honestly, it was laughable.

               The tall skeleton did his work without complaint – he wiped the dirt from the Readers faces, removed their clothing and placed the appropriately marked collars around their necks. A quick brush of healing magic had any lingering sore spots from the tattooing soothed, and the three were handed over to Sans.

               It didn’t take long for the first two – the Adventure type and the Jumper type – to be photographed. The first stood and glared at the camera, body stiff and pose screaming defiance. The second glanced at one of the cubes alongside the space until Sans moved it towards him. The Jumper climbed on top of it and stood proudly, like he’d conquered Mt. Ebott himself.  

               Then the final Reader came to stand in the middle of the stage, one hand hovering over their neck, trying to hide the scarring. After a moment of standing awkwardly with their hand up, Sans grabbed a bright-green umbrella and popped it open, then carefully slipped it into the Readers hands. They immediately grasped it, shifting so it was leaning against their shoulder, the green paper fanning out behind their head. A small prod from Sans had them standing facing the side, so their picture would be in profile. One quick click of a button later and they were done.

               It took several hours, but by mid-afternoon each of the ninety-three Readers had been photographed and returned to their cage. Sans had his laptop up and running, connected to the camera and downloading the images. He stole a stool from the nearest lab and set it beside the photoshoot table, using it as a desk.

               “Good job, boys,” Gaster purred as Papyrus set the last Reader into the middle cage, his thumb absently brushing over their hair like he had earlier that morning. “This is the best shipment yet.” He looked immensely pleased as his youngest son shut the door to the last cage. “Sans, I want the pictures ready to be uploaded exactly at midnight.”

               Sans nodded, his fingers moving lazily over the keyboard as he began to name the pictures and shift them into folders. “Sure thing, pops,” he ignored the scowl Gaster sent his way, “I’ll have ‘em up at midnight so the bidding can start. I’m sure we’ll be out of inventory in no time.”

               “Good. Come, Papyrus. We need to plan for the next shipment.” Gaster swept out of the room, black lab coat flaring dramatically behind him. Papyrus gave his brother an unreadable look before following.

               As soon as they were gone Sans lit up a new cigarette and threw his legs up on the rolling table, shifting the laptop to sit on his legs as he worked. He knew the Readers were smart and observant, but it had still surprised him how well they had behaved after he had mentioned freeing them tonight. It had made the process much, much easier. For a while there was silence – the Readers weren’t sure if they wanted to speak with the skeleton around.

               After several minutes of the worried quiet, Sans tilted his head back and stared at the ceiling. “You know,” he began in his deep voice, making them all jump, “If I were a Reader, I would probably take a nap. There’s no telling how exhausting the bidding will be tonight. Nothing exciting is happening until midnight, anyway, so there’s no harm in catching some sleep.”

               There was silence from the cages, before an odd, hoarse sound came from the third row. Sans glanced over and saw the Reader with the damaged vocal chords grinning largely, making the odd sound. After a moment of worry, he realized it was laughter. The tiny being made the noise a few more times, softer, and dragged their cage mates to the corner in the back. They forced the two to sit down, before making themselves comfy between them.

               The other Readers were quick to follow suit. Within the hour, all the Readers were either relaxing or asleep in the backs of their cages, draped over each other and cuddling closely. Sans glanced over periodically as he set up the photos, smiling at the sight, before turning his thoughts to the nights escapades.


 

               As much as you were beginning to dislike monsters, there was something about Sans cheesy over-acting while hinting for you all to get some sleep that tickled your funny bone just right. Despite the damage to your vocal chords, you could still laugh, and you did. Even as Ad and Jump looked at you like you were crazy you let out the hoarse giggle, pulling them to your normal corner and settling down to rest. The room quickly became calm and still, the only movement coming when the skeleton glanced over at you all, an odd spark of affection in his eye sockets.

               When you woke it was dark, Sans was gone, and Ad had somehow ended up with his head in your lap and was drooling on your new pants. You pushed him off – gently – and wished (not for the first time) that the room had a clock. Preferably a glow-in-the-dark kind so you could figure out how close to midnight it was.

               You didn’t have to wait long to figure it out – the door opened slowly and quietly a few minutes after you woke up, revealing a tall, bulky figure backlit by the hallway. For a moment you were certain it was Dr. Gaster, back to perform another terrible experiment on you – maybe cut off your hands this time, so you couldn’t flip him off?

               A gangly elbow flipped the light switch by the door, and the figure was revealed to be the tall, willowy Papyrus from before, balancing a stack of wooden crates in his arms. He was huffing and talking softly to himself as he crossed the room and set the crates down on the floor beneath the windows.

               “Lazy bones,” he was grumbling when he finally got them carefully stacked. “I always fall for it – ‘Oh Papyrus, you’re so much stronger than I am! You can take all the crates yourself!’ – Every. Single. Time.” The tall skeleton plopped down on a crate, huffing again.

               You moved to stand beside the bars, clutching the chicken wire in your fists as you watched him. The movement was enough to catch the skeletons attention, and he glanced at you. Sitting on the crates put him at eye level, making it much easier for him to scrutinize you.

               “Nyeh, sorry Reader, I didn’t mean to wake you.” He apologized, his entire disposition seeming softer and sincerer then all the times you’d seen him before. “How is your throat?”

               You shrugged, reaching up to run a hand over the scar. Papyrus’ magic had softened it somewhat, turning it from an angry half-healed mark to a thick pink line that was gentle at the edges and didn’t stand out as much. You tried to make a sound, but could only croak like a froggit.

               “Ah, do not strain yourself, Reader! You may be able to speak in the future, but only if your throat is given the chance to heal.” After hesitating a moment, he stood and unlatched the door to your cage. “Would you like to come sit with me until Sans arrives? It is only eleven-forty-five.”

               You nodded, and his lithe fingers looped around you and picked you up in a loose fist. You rested your arms on top of his thumb as he shut the cage door and returned to the crates, sitting with one long leg crossed over the other. Once settled, he set you on his knee, releasing you but keeping one hand behind you, just in case you slipped. Both of you were quiet for a moment, simply settling and appreciate the calm in this screwed-up situation.

               “I’m sorry.” You glanced up at the skeleton, who was looking down at you with heavy, shadowed eyes. He looked tired in the dim lighting of the room. When your eyebrows bunched together in confusion, he sighed and looked away. “I’m sorry I wasn’t able to protect you from Gaster. Sans and I have done our best to keep the Readers forced to come through here safe.” He tapped the fingers of his hand not cupped about you on his other knee, eyes a bit distant as they swept over the cages. “We have not always succeeded, but we do our best.” He repeated.

               You weren’t really sure why he was telling you this – he hadn’t really spoken to you, other than when he’d healed you that morning. Still, everything from his posture to his tone rung with sincerity. Cautiously, you patted the clothed bone beneath you.

               He gave you a weak smile and continued to speak, his voice soft enough that none of the other readers awoke. “Our father is powerful, in magic and strength, and very clever. My brother and I stood up to him once…” He reached up and ran a hand down his face, a rueful, twisted grin on his face. “Heh, these cracks aren’t hereditary.”

               You made a little noise as you gasped, heart twisting painfully at the thought. The idea of Gaster maiming his own sons didn’t surprise you as much as it should have, and that made you feel even sicker than when you’d realized you’d be rendered mute. There was nothing you could say to comfort him, so you turned to the hand behind you and hugged his fingers tightly.

               “Heh, thanks,” he huffed a soft laugh and curled his fingers around you in a facsimile of a hug, his thumb stroking along your back.

               Sans appeared not long afterwards, and by appeared, you mean appeared. One moment he wasn’t in the room, the next he was standing before you and Papyrus, unlit cigarette clenched between his teeth, eyes lazily hooded as he looked down at his brother.

               “Hey bro, you ready? The ‘bidding’ is about to start.”

               Papyrus, who still had his fingers around you, carefully tightened his grip and leaned forward to set you down on the ground beside the crates, out of the way. “Yes, brother, I am ready.” He stood and brushed off his suit.

               Sans cast you a curious look, but didn’t mention you being out of your cage – he just nodded to you. “Stay out from under our feet, kid,” he instructed seriously. “We don’t want you getting hurt. Again.”

               You nodded and shuffled backward, standing in the corner where the cages met the back wall, far out of the way. Papyrus carefully unstacked the four crates, opening the top of each one. They looked to be lined with something – blankets, maybe, or old clothing. Once all the crates were open, Sans turned and clapped his hands – loudly – as he faced the cages.

               There was a jolt as ninety-two Readers woke as one, startled by the noise. “Alright,” Sans began, catching their attention, “we’re busting you out.” A ripple of whispers and exclamations left the cages, and he raised a hand, quickly silencing them. There was a wide smirk on his face, and knowing what you did about his father now, you couldn’t help but mirror it.

               “We’re gonna have to move quickly and quietly. Papyrus and I are going to hide you in these crates. We have a…friend coming to grab you all and take you to the local Reader shelter. It’s gonna be dark and you might get jostled a bit, but I can tell you now, it’s a hell of a lot better than whatever the bidders have planned for you.”

               Not a single Reader spoke up against the plan, and with a twitch of his fingers all of the cage doors sprung open. They all crowded to the openings, and the two skeletons began lifting them from the cages one or two at a time and setting them in the crates. The Readers were as quiet as possible, though some of them made uncomfortable noises as they were picked up. Within a few minutes all the Readers had been settled in the blankets. The lids were slid back into place, latching with metal clasps at the side.

               Before you could step out of your corner and remind Papyrus that you were there, the ground rocked beneath your feet, accompanied by the loudest sound you’d ever heard. You fell to the ground, clutching your hands over your ears as the skeletons swore angrily.

               “Right on fuckin’ time,” Sans grunted, and with a flick of bright yellow magic he had the crates stacked neatly on top of each other. “I told ‘em not to bring Undyne – she always has to blow something up! Damn fish…” He moved, and then quite suddenly wasn’t there anymore. You shouldn’t have been so surprised, in retrospect – magic was a tricky and powerful thing; why wouldn’t a monster be able to teleport?

               Papyrus rushed after him, banging through the door and yelling something to someone he almost ran over. The door swung shut, clicking closed when it hit the doorframe and muffling the sound of another explosion. Once the floor stopped shaking, you moved to stand beside the crates. There was some hushed whispering within them, but nothing you could make out. Before you could puzzle out a way to climb into one of the sealed crates, there was an odd shimmering in the center of the room and two familiar-but-not-familiar skeletons appeared.

               “I hate your shortcuts, brother,” the taller of the two groaned, rubbing at the bridge of his nose.

               “Well, they cut the time it would take to get here in half,” the shorter one joked, looking about the room as he fingered his tommy gun. Both skeletons were dressed in neat pinstriped suits, though the shorter had taken off his suit coat and thrown it over one shoulder. They had fedoras – one with a blue band, the other with a red. Though the two were smiling, there was a heavy air of danger about them.

               “Ugh, enough of your stupid puns, Sans.” So the short skeleton was named Sans as well? “G said everything would be packed and ready to go. Do you think that’s it?” The tall skeleton pointed at the crates. Without really thinking about it, you shuffled to the line of cages and squeezed behind them, out of sight and away from the wood boxes. You weren’t sure about these two yet.

               The short one unlocked the top crate and took a quick peek inside. “Yep, it’s the goods. Let’s get them outta here.” This Sans had a deep, heavily-accented voice that made him sound rough and tough. He helped his brother pick up the crates – meaning he lifted the crates into his brother’s arms using magic, while his brother actually did the muscle work and held them.

               “You got ‘em, Paps?”

               “Yes. I am not a weakling like yourself, Sans.” The taller one – another Papyrus, this was going to get confusing, you could tell – shifted the boxes.

               “Good,” Sans tossed his brother a wink, then swung his gun up to rest against one shoulder. “Then I’m gonna go have a word with the good doctor while you get them to safety.” He vanished from the room, while Papyrus used his magic to open the door and exit that way. After a moment’s hesitation you followed him, berating yourself for not speaking up sooner. You ran to the far side of the room and slipped through the still-open door, only to instantly be met with a rolling wave of heat and the sound of crackling and popping wood.

Half the hallway was on fire – to the right of the door, flames licked at medical carts and discarded folders that had been left in a hurry. To the left the hall was mostly clear, and with no Papyrus(s) or Sans(s) in sight it wasn’t a hard decision to make. You dashed away from the flames, trying to remember what you had seen along this hall a few days before. Office, storage, office, cafeteria (Pizza Friday – two slices per stomach!), office…there were no doors leading outside before you reached the end, where the foreboding gates to the lab took up your vision.

You wanted to stop and turn around – just seeing those looming double doors made dread curl your gut and set the tattoos on your arms and face itching. With half-hearted hope you turned to see if the fire had miraculously vanished. It hadn’t. In fact, it was even closer than before. You swore and reluctantly pressed forward, scrambling beneath the inch or so of space beneath the swinging doors and into the calm, sterile lab.

Or at least, it was supposed to be a calm, sterile lab. At that exact moment, however, it was loud and messy, making for a very messy battlefield. There was no fire, but there was the sharply-dressed Sans from earlier, his fedora gone but gun still in hand. Across from him stood Dr. Gaster, the expression on his face calm though his sockets flickered with yellow and purple flames. As you watched, Sans barely dodged an explosion of bone projectiles from the ground. He jumped far higher than you could ever hope to and landed on one of the work tables, firing his submachine gun all the while. The bullets were made of his magic- bright blue and volatile, veering slightly to hit their intended target. Gaster took a few to one shoulder, but seamlessly dodged the rest.

You ran to the wall beside the door and crouched there behind an overturned office chair, watching the two dodge about the room with wide eyes. Both were obviously incredible powerful and practiced, each getting in their own licks but taking them too. Sans was able to teleport to the side or all the way across the room to dodge Gaster’s strikes, but the doctor was unnaturally fast and already had projectiles heading toward his new location half the time. One of those times Sans banged hard against a tray table, upsetting it and sending medical implements scattering across the floor.

A familiar one slid to a stop at your feet – it was long and silver, the size of a pencil for a monster, and came up to your shoulder when it was stood with one end on the ground. You picked it up curiously, noting that it was hollow and whatever metal it was made out of – titanium, maybe? – was incredibly light. It was like holding a thick spear without the point. You clutched it to yourself as Sans regained his balance and struck out at Gaster not with his bullets, but with a fist surrounded by a thick layer of his magic. The doctor went flying back, nearly landing on top of you. He hit the ground – hard – right in front of the doors.

“Heh, games over, old man.” Sans twitched his fingers and an odd blue glow enveloped the doctor. Whatever it was kept him from rising, pinning him to the tiles. “We’ve been having a hell of a time finding you, y’know. Now that we have, though, the Big Boss is gonna want a word.” He winked. “It’s a good thing too, otherwise I would pry your smug jaw off your face right now.”

               While Sans blustered about his victory and how much trouble Gaster was in, the doctor glared at him. Well, not at him – past him. Something began to pull together from the air, as though sucking the very oxygen particles and condensing them into a new element. They began to form a very large goat-like skull – for a moment you were confused; why was Sans doing this? Then a ball of purple energy began to grow in the skulls eyes, and you felt a horrifying realization settle over your shoulders: Sans wasn’t doing it, Gaster was. Gaster was about to kill Sans.

The scalpel in your hands didn’t appear sharp or dangerous – the tool was created by magic, and Readers had very little of that. You had just enough, however, to form a blade as you charged at the smug form pinned to the ground. It was a deep, royal purple, long and thin, with a crescent-moon edge that sparked with energy. The tall skeletons eyes flickered to you as you dashed towards him, neither of you having any idea what you were doing.

The blade felt right in your hands, the magic crackling the same color as your soul and, oddly enough, your tattoos. Gaster’s face was the closest target and you made a mad dash towards him with an angry shout, distracting him from his summoned weapon, which quickly disintegrated. Sans yelled something that you didn’t hear – the only noise was the rushing in your ears and the pounding of your heart. You gave a wild leap, acting completely on instinct and bloodlust, and brought the blade down on Gaster’s exposed neck.

Something cracked – a small bone beneath his jaw, not his spine, but enough to cause him pain. He roared at the sensation, fighting the gravity magic to try and grab you, black goo pouring from the wound. Smaller, calloused hands beat him to it. You were snatched roughly off the ground and away from the flailing monster, and the scalpel was pulled from your shaking hands.

“Damn, kid, careful with that!” Suit-Sans whistled, laughter in every line of his face. He glanced at the choking, flailing, furious monster on the floor and grinned even wider than before. “You must be the feisty reader G mentioned earlier.” He tucked the scalpel into his pants pocket, then looked you over. “You’ve got Gaster-goo on your face.” He licked his thumb and wiped it off, much to your chagrin, before depositing you in the breast pocket of his suit. You were just tall enough that you could stand in the fabric, your hands hanging over the lip to keep you upright. “Heh, the suit fits you, kid.” Sans patted his pocket, making sure you were steady, then you both vanished from the room.

Teleporting was very odd – for the longest half-a-second of your life you were speeding through a darkness that was made of absolute nothing and everything at once. Then there was fresh air assaulting your lungs as you coughed, feeling like you’d been squeezed through a straw then shot out like a spitball. You coughed and sucked in the cool night air, enjoying the crisp smells of late winter that it brought with it.

“Sans, why is your pocket coughing? Have you been smoking again?” The neatly suited Papyrus was in front of you, the crates stacked neatly on the ground beside him. He was frowning, rubbing at his chin. “You know it is not good for you, and apparently it’s bad for your suit as well!”

A large, fuzzy hand landed on Papyrus’s shoulder, stopping his rant before it could really get going. Behind the hand was a giant of a monster, covered with fur and an expensive Italian suit. There were frighteningly sharp horns curling from his head above oddly-adorable floppy ears. Despite his fearsome appearance, his dark eyes were kind and curious as he looked at you and Sans.

“Papyrus,” his voice was deep and rumbling, like a thunderstorm over a calm ocean, “I believe your brother has found a hitch hiker.”

“Oh. Is that like a tick?”

You made an insulted huff, which finally pulled his sight to you. “Oh! You found another Reader.”

“Yeah, bro. Toughest little thing I’ve ever seen.” Sans rubbed your head with a forefinger, which you tried to bat away. A fourth monster poked her head into the fray. She was pretty, with dark blue scales and bright red hair pulled back in a violent ponytail. She wore a neat white suit (with some not-so-neat stains barely covered by the collars or folds. You weren’t sure you wanted to know what they were).

Her lips pulled back in a seer, revealing a mouth full or shark teeth. “Hah! How can anything that tiny be tough?

Sans tilted his head down a bit, so his smirk was all that was seen past the tilted edge of his fedora. “Heh. They cut Gaster’s throat.

“What?”

“WHAT?”

“Ahem.”

The goat monster rubbed at his ears, having been in the middle of Papyrus and the fish monster’s yells. The two immediately silenced themselves as the goat monster looked down at Sans and, by extension, you. “Explain. Now.”

“Sure thing, Big Boss,” Sans tilted his head back and gave him a lazy wink. He quickly detailed how he and Papyrus had gotten in and found the crates before they split up. He’d found Gaster in the lab and they had proceeded to beat each other half-to-death. Then, in great dramatic (and somewhat exaggerated) detail, he explained how you’d swooped in and saved him from being Gaster-Blaster-ed. Your cheeks grew brighter and brighter until you had to sink down in the pocket to hide your cheeks, leaving only your eyes and the top of your head visible. By the time Sans had finished, the fish woman was nearly rolling on the ground in laughter, while Papyrus thanked you several times over for saving his brother.

“Thank you for your assistance, child.” Big Boss thanked you, catching your eyes and giving you a kind smile. He straightened, folding his hands behind his back and slipping on the mantle of a serious man. “Come, we have goods to deliver.” He turned, and you finally got a chance to look around.

The five of you were in a large parking lot outside a run-down warehouse, half of which was currently on fire. Big Boss led the way across the parking lot to a large black SUV. Papyrus and the fish woman picked up the crates and placed them carefully in the trunk of the car before climbing into the back. The entire way the tall skeleton whispered to the crates, assuring them they were almost safe. It was cute.

Big Boss climbed into the backseat, the other two sitting on either side of him. Sans watched them carefully as they settled in before making a move to cross the lot himself.

“Hey M.”

Sans turned, to find…Sans. Well, the taller Sans with the yellow magic. The Sans you were riding on didn’t seem surprised at seeing him. “Hey G.”

G-Sans was smoking (of course), and had a small, metal box in his hands. He held it out to M-Sans (you wondered where the letter-based nicknames came from), who took it with a look of confusion. “Evidence,” G-Sans muttered, grabbing his cigarette and tapping the ash off.

You hung over the edge of the pocket and watched curiously as M-Sans flipped up the metal clasps and opened the lid. Then you wished you’d been put in a crate with the other Readers as you promptly leaned farther over the edge of the pocket and vomited everything you’d been given to eat in the past twenty-four hours.

Seven neatly-placed bodies were in the box, dressed in white shifts, each unnaturally still and stiff. Their skin was littered with puncture wounds and slim, precise cuts – one was missing an entire arm, another their foot, and a third their leg. Sans slammed down the top of the box before you could see anything else, latching it quickly before making it disappear with a flick of his wrist.

“You could have warned me,” he snapped at G-Sans, who had finally noticed you (now that you’d very visibly puked all over M-Sans nice, probably-expensive Italian loafers).

“Didn’t take you for the squeamish type.” G-Sans shrugged, popping the cigarette back in his teeth. “Give that box to the Alpha Asgore and hell itself won’t hide Gaster from him.” He paused, an uneasy look in his eyes as he glanced to the side. “And M, make sure they’re put to a proper rest, okay?”

M-Sans nodded, then turned his attention to you. “You good kid?” He poked your forehead gently, and you nodded weakly. Your stomach was still aching from the mere memory of what the box contained.

“Justy,” G-Sans caught you off guard by calling you your nickname – you didn’t think he was listening when the Readers spoke amongst themselves. You glanced up, meeting his eyes. The skeleton was grinning like a jack-o-lantern. “You caught Gaster right in the hyoid. Shattered it and damaged the magical organs behind it. He may never be able to speak again.”

Despite the horrible things you’d seen, despite the taste of bile and acid in your mouth, despite the fact that your life was a complete, hopeless mess at the moment and your future a complete mystery, you couldn’t help but dissolve into laughter at the news, joined by G-Sans deep chuckles and M-Sans awkward mutter of ‘what’s so funny?’

Somehow, someway – justice had been served.


 

The black SUV pulled up in front of Rivethart’s Itty Bitty Reader Shelter to find the lights on and several other cars in the parking lot. Sans and Asgore approached the door first, Papyrus and Undyne grabbing the crates behind them. The little reader Sans had found had been placed in one of the crates, where they’d promptly been tackled by two other male Readers who refused to let go of them. As soon as he opened the door to the shelter, Sans found himself faced with an irate deer monster and at least half-a-dozen other monsters from several different clans.

               “Uh,” he said intelligently when he realized the deer monster was legitimately angry. “Hey, deer, good to see ya again.” He tilted his fedora back with his thumb and gave her a winning smile. “I got a few new friends for you.”

               Rivet crossed her arms and raised a brow at him, unimpressed. “Where are they?” She demanded icily, even as Undyne and Papyrus came up the walk. Asgore quickly dragged the smaller skeleton out of the way, allowing Rivet to direct the crates to the playpen. The two-dozen Readers the skeleton brothers had seen that morning were there, sitting around in little clusters, looking oddly unnerved.

               “How many?” The deer stepped into the pen as the crates were set gently on the extra-plush carpet (which kept the more active Readers from getting hurt when they fell or tumbled).

               “Ninety-three.” Sans answered, not mentioning the seven in the box he’d stored in the space pocket attached to his phone. The deer didn’t seem surprised – she merely hummed.

               “Injuries?”

               “None – at least, none that we know of.”

               “Illnesses?”

               “Same.”

               The deer ran a hand through her hair, avoiding her curled antlers, and put her hands on her hips as she looked down at her own little Readers. “Alright guys, remember what we talked about? I want you to help make them all feel welcome.”

               It wasn’t until the two-dozen readers got up and began shuffling around the playpen that Sans and Papyrus noticed it had changed – the doll houses, climbing toys, and miniature furniture had been shoved to the far side of the pen, making room for a veritable sea of comfy pillows and blankets. A large tray was laid out with different foods – most of them special treats from the various Muffet’s and Grillby’s in the area.

               “Come help me get the crates open,” Rivet beckoned to Sans and Papyrus, already popping open the first one. There was a collective gasp as the Readers saw a new face for the first time in ages. The other three crates were quickly opened, leaving four padded boxes with curious Reader heads poking out. The store Readers were quiet but smiling – they waved, and some of the new Readers timidly waved back. With careful, slow movements, Rivet began lifting them out and setting them on the plush floor, not too close to the other readers, but not too far away either.

               It only took a few of the braver ones venturing towards the food (real food, not the bland, gritty nutrition bars they’d been fed) and exclaiming over it to prompt the others to move. By the time Papyrus (who had unpacked the fourth crate, since there were only three of them currently in the Pen) had finished, all the tiny creatures were gathered around the tray of food, standing in clusters while devouring the sweet and savory treats. The store Readers happily passed around cookies and cups of water (handily enchanted to refill when they were empty, eliminating a huge mess and headache for the monsters), chatting pleasantly with their new friends. None of them mentioned the tattoos or injuries some of the new Readers had sustained – Rivet had been very firm in talking to them about that.

               The volunteers – who Sans recognized as a few vets who specialized in Readers from all around the city – began setting up an assembly-line style bathing area. At the end of it, to his shock, Alpha Clan Queen Toriel was unpacking a plastic box full of white sweaters. Big Boss was standing beside her, and they were talking softly – it was interesting how, no matter the clan, Toriel and Asgore never got along 100%.

               As soon as the new Readers were calm and settled, Rivet announced it was bath time, and that each of them were going to be checked over by a special healer so they could make sure everybody was in perfect health. When most of the new Readers showed hesitance, several of her own volunteered to go first. Sans and Papyrus (who really should have just dropped off the crates and then left, how had she roped them into staying here?) helped move the Readers to the bathing table. As soon as they were clean, they pulled on their black pants from the warehouse and were given a white sweater.

               More than once Sans stopped to watch as the sweaters worked their magic. They were special – knitted by monsters all over the city who could imbue them with a specific spell. The spell took some of the magic from the wearers SOUL and used it to dye the fabric. Many times the Readers ended up with a single color, having one overwhelming defining trait, while others would get stripes or tie-dye, depending on how their SOUL was balanced. Watching the white sweaters burst with color as they were pulled on was always amazing to watch.

               An hour later, all the new little ones were bathed, dressed, and fed. Rivet declared it a sleepover night and tucked in all 117 Readers as the vets and volunteers packed up to leave. The new comers clung to her Readers, or to the myriad of stuffed animals she had laid out, settling in for a peaceful, comfortable, and safe sleep for the first time in weeks.

               All but one of them remained in place as the exhausted deer climbed out of the pen.


 

               You watched as the deer monster – Miss Hart, the others had called her – stepped over the wall and approached the Mob Clan members who had helped you all escape. She was speaking softly to Big Boss – Asgore, you think he was called – and waving her arms about in agitation. The fish woman (Papyrus called her Undyne) was leaning on a spear and laughing, up until Miss Hart grabbed the spear, making her topple over on her face. Undyne jumped up and began to yell, only to be shushed by the rest of them.

               Your eyes fixed on Sans. He was standing a bit away from the others, looking at one of the posters that advertised the different kinds of Readers. They were defined by sweater color, and you looked down at yours with a worried frown. The soft, white wool had turned into a deep, royal purple, as you knew it would. Around the collar, bottom, and sleeves was something new, however – intricate designs in silver and black that resembled the tattoos on your arms and face. Missus Toriel, who had been helping everybody get their new sweaters on, had complimented you on it, but hadn’t explained what the markings meant. You hadn’t been able to ask either; your voice still needed time to heal.

               Sans glanced over, as though sensing your eyes on him. He caught your gaze and stared back, eyes half-lidded and tired. Well, it was about four in the morning now. Who wouldn’t be tired? The skeleton ambled over to the pen and sat down outside of it, resting his arms on the two-foot-high wall, and his chin on top of his arms. You had chosen to lay down close to the wall, a bit away from the others. Despite the pet Readers being told about the whole tattooing/branding thing, some of them had still stared at your face – heck, some of the ones who’d escaped with you had stared! Only a handful of you had tattooing on your faces, and as far as you could tell you were the only one with a bright-red scar on your neck.

               “So, kid.” A white phalange poked you in the forehead, and you stopped reminiscing to look up at him. “Interstin’ sweater you got there. I know the dark purple stands for justice. What do the other colors stand for?” You shrugged, unable to convey it even if you know. His grin widened a bit, and he pointed at the silver and black stitches on the hems. “Well, fr’m what the Queen told me, silver means courage – it shows up when you do something, like, stupidly brave. Say, charging a full-grown monster with a scalpel.” You blushed and stuck your tongue out at him. “Now the black – tha’s the interestin’ one. You see, only a handful of Readers have ever gotten black in their sweaters before.” He tugged at the fabric, rubbing it between finger and thumb, until you snatched your arm back and scowled at him. You moved your hand in a circular motion, telling him to get on with it. “Y’see, black stands for vengeance. You got revenge on the person who hurt you – Gaster won’t be able to speak again, and if he can, he’ll sound like a garbage disposal when doin’ it.” The grin on your face was most certainly not self-satisfied or smug in any way.

               “Now, you’re obviously a very complicated person,” his voice became more businesslike, “with complex needs and thoughts, though it seems those thoughts revolve around helping and protecting the little guy. And as much as I hate to admit it, it gets a little lonely, bein’ a lone protector o’ the night and all that.” You raised a brow at his description – it didn’t take a genius to put together that this version of Sans and Papyrus worked for a mob of some kind. His flowery language couldn’t disguise the sharp 20’s fashion style and total disregard for private property. “So I was thinkin’, you ‘n’ me partner up.” He leaned farther over the wall so he could see you better.

               “You get to help protect monsters and Readers, and I get a partner who doesn’t scream at the sound of a pun. Sound good?” He held one finger out in front of you, and it took you a moment to realize he wanted you to shake on it. It was a tempting offer, and honestly, you liked Sans – he was smart, funny, and strong. And, well – as much as you hated to admit it, justice did feel better with a bit of revenge on the side. Besides, the skeleton sounded sincere when he mentioned he was lonely. Really, what harm could it do? Anything was better than the lab at this point.

               You grabbed his finger, shaking it up and down as best you could.

               “So, is that a yes?”

               You glanced up at him and swallowed hard, throat still sore and aching, but able to handle this one task.

               With a brilliant grin you said, “Yes.”


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Inspired by @bittybones-au by @fucken-crybaby ; Mobtale AU inspired by @nyublackneko and their amazing art (though mine is a bit different from their awesome story lines!). I hope y’all enjoyed!