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Imaginary friends - Part 55When Phil was 11 he used to happily get up every morning at 6 am for his first month or so of secondary school. It was adorable at the time because he was so excited. He hasn’t succeeded in this since however; either he’s not happy or he’s not early, it is truly a struggle.
The reason I am telling you this is because currently it is 6:45am and Phil has broken this 11 year streak of his. It’s the first day of the school year and first day that Eddie is teaching all his new pupils, at his new school, otherwise known as the secondary school of south London known as St. Adams. Phil is awake purely to see him off, I’m pretty sure he’ll go to bed soon after the big send off, but the point is he’s awake now and that’s what’s important.
I pat him on the back, I am very proud of him.
He pats Eddie on his back, he’s very proud of Eddie.
The only difference between our two pats are that I, Unlike Phil, don’t use my sly seduction sk
Imaginary friends-Part54 (NEWPARTAFTER9MONTHS OMG)Peej has explained to me the precise ins and outs of Chris’s new job in vivid detail. The official title is something stupid and long that neither Pj nor Chris really remembers but it basically boils down to waiter at a fancy restaurant.
It’s not what he wants to do, of course not, no one dreams to serve tables for the rest of their lives and certainly no one goes all the way through a three year university course, come out the other end with a degree in film studies to then become a waiter at a fancy restaurant.
No this is not Chris’ dream, nor is he happy in it; he’s in it for the money. I can’t deny my surprise to see Chris; the boy who went for at least a year sleeping with anyone and everyone he could not taking a second glance after the deed was done to a man who gives up a future in film or something similarly high flying in the media industry for a job as a waiter just to support his wife whom he married because he impregnated her. All in all this
Imaginary friends - Part 53'Phil!'
Hug, they haven’t seen each other face to face in a while.
Explanation: Netta had the baby.
I would continue to watch the short reunion between Chris & Netta and Phil & Eddie but it seems stupid since it's only been a month since all four if them were together (when Phil and Eddie offered to help Chris and Netta move into this "cosy" flat in a "lively" neighbourhood, which it certinally is, Pj tells me there's children screaming most of the night) and then only been a two week gap between now and the last time Chris and Phil saw each other which makes all this seem a little overhyped and not really worth my coverage, and besides I have imaginary friends to talk to.
Vi and Pj were standing behind Chris and Netta, Pj at lead was seemed to be attempting to get around like myself but the doorway is small and ultimately neither of us got anywhere before Phil and Eddie were invited in and the doorway was cleared.
I hugged Pj and gave Vi a supportive tap on the sh
Imaginary friends - Part 52'So I've moved to London!' Phil shouted at the camera for the fourth time in five minutes. He paused after again, that one didn't sound quite right either. 'I have moved to London haven't I?' He mumbled to himself 'I've moved in with my boyfriend.' He added– almost too obviously this isn't a new concept to him this move has been planned for months, but recently I've found he just likes to say it out loud when he's on his own around the house. Usually I laugh because despite the gravitas of the realisation he always sounds ridiculously childish while stating it, I don’t think the little squeals help him sound mature but their easy to forgive, he’s just still excited. But this time he follows the statement up with a sentence that doesn't equate to one huge grin or any sort of squeak and he says 'So he should be in the video.' With an awful lot of purpose as he stood up from his spot in the bedroom where he'd set up to film this thing, grabbed the camera off its stand of
Imaginary friends - Part 51It feels like Phil’s graduation is an important enough event to document. It was a proud moment for everyone, myself included, I don’t care I had no influence on the fact that he’s graduating, I don’t care that I haven’t spoken to him in nearly three years and that last time he saw me was in a dream here his boyfriend was cheating on him with me. When I stood up there with him as he received his degree I felt like I could cry - I didn’t, but I could’ve – then there was the audience, the majority of them were disinterested in Phil personally but clapped and smiled in line with the spirit of these events, they were parents and family of the other graduates it’s understandable that they didn’t know who Phil was, but there was just to the left side of the right set of chairs there was Phil’s four guests in the forms of his mum, his dad, his brother and his soon-to-be live in boyfriend. Those four people were just as close t
Imaginary friends - Part 50This year Eddie stayed at Phil's for the Christmas/New Year’s week. Phil's mum has always said she thinks Christmas is about everyone being together, 'a big occasion with everyone together' is how she put it, before mentioning agreeing that Eddie could come and stay because he's borderline family and hasn't got one of his own to go to.
The hot topic this year was definitely the fact that Phil is moving both to London and in with Eddie. Over the course of the eleven days Eddie stayed there was only two mealtimes where the subject wasn't mentioned, alluded to or was the main theme of the conversation. It was from my point of view very repetitive; they talked about everything from chores to bills to 'aw little Phil's growing up' etc over and over again but unfortunately neither Phil nor Eddie nor anyone else ever got tired of talking about it.
The sleeping arrangements this time were as per usual Eddie sleeping in Phil's bed with Phil, him closer to the door than Phil. The onl
Imaginary friends - Part 49I think you can easily guess what happened that evening in the hotel room, as it turns out Phil really does like it when people ask him to move in with them – in short the proposal means he is now very excited. And I mean excited all over the body not just in his head.
Eddie noticed this excitement on the journey home and -probably unfairly- played to it to his own advantage on the way home by describing the house and explaining what it'll be like when they, firstly visit it tomorrow -since it's current occupants are in America for no reason specified- and then what it'll be like to live in it. Only he didn’t phrase it like that. He made it sound like this house was the sexiest thing on the planet, the ultimate haven of romantic experiences and domestic bliss; he made it sound l like honey was flowing from his mouth into Phil’s ear, sort of calming Phil down but also giving him a sugar high at the same time. When they got back to the hotel room the calm part pre
Imaginary friends - Part 48With the hotel room inspected in the sense that they as a pair got to grips with the layout and what was provided for them on a free basis, they then set off for a restaurant where Eddie had made a reservation.
The restaurant was well, big; in all honesty, it is just huge. It had areas for all different things but the two floors were the main separation, upstairs for parties with children and families, apparently there's special areas with stuff for the kids to do when they get bored instead of defacing things; downstairs is pretty much just for adults, more of an intimate setting for dates and things where the diners care less about the excitement that could possibly come with sitting on a second floor and more about their own conversations - the music is calmer downstairs and there is a stage for singers or musicians but no one's there now.
Eddie and Phil fit in perfectly fine downstairs with what they're wearing; were they not here on a Wednesday and if they actually wanted to they
Imaginary friends - Part 47The following Wednesday was the anniversary of Phil and Eddies first sober kiss, this is the thing I know about and Phil doesn't, it’s a new feeling to have the edge of knowledge over Phil, I like it.
All Phil knows about this is he needs clothes for tomorrow and to wear ‘Suitable clothes for going to a nice restaurant’ So white shirt, black jeans and converse type shoes that he wears an awful lot, were the makeup of Phil’s outfit, with a change of clothes tossed carelessly into a backpack that he has over just one shoulder when he arrives at the entrance to Eddie’s apartment building.
He was about to call up to Eddie’s flat using the buzzer when Eddie -who’s standing by his car wearing similar clothes to Phil- called him over.
He greeted Phil properly with the phrase 'Ah Phil may I just say you are looking beautiful this fine afternoon.'
'Why thank you.’ Phil said as he approached ‘And may I ask why you're talking like a serv
Contego (Levi x Abused!Reader) [AU]
You winced as you prodded your digits on your split lip, crimson staining the pad of your fingertips. With shaky hands, you pulled open the dresser's top drawer, reaching in for the pouch which stored your makeup.
This was a daily routine for you; caking your face in makeup to hide the red marks and purple bruises, your bleeding lip, the shadow around your eye.
You swiped the red lipstick across your bottom lip, and the sharp, throbbing pain blossoms. Looking at your reflection, a smile spreads on your face; a perfect, practiced smile across perfect, practiced lips that showed no pain, no suffering.
Before tears could brim up at the corner of your eyes, you stood up and walked to the front door, stepping outside to go through another day of work.
"Oi, what happened to your lip? Looks like someone had punched you," the raven speaks up, slight concern etched upon his visage. He stops arranging the
Hotaru (Child!Levi x Teen!Thug!Reader)
(A/N: Mild violence.)
The raindrops made the same disgusting sounds you wanted to forget. Every drip made a sickening "plip", the tempo increasing the faster and faster you ran. You hated the rain- although it was pure in colour, it's existence threatened to throw you back to those times. In fact, it wasn't even raining. Just a bunch of moisture lingering at the top of the underground.
But even if you did get to see the rain, the clouds would forever cry crimson.
Coupled with the sound of gunfire, rain reminded you of death. The death of your only family. Those ear-piercing screams, sounds of torture, human flesh being torn to bits. The worst part of it all? It was a sacrifice to protect you.
Something that could hurt you more than a thousand bitter cuts on your arm.
But it would be something you had to endure anyway; you promised him that you would be home. (f/n) (l/n) was no longer that innocent girl who stood and watched. You made a promise- a glimmer of hope that you would survive.
No Touching (France x Reader)
No Touching (France x Reader)
All Translations are in the description, hope you enjoy!~ :3
“Yes ma chérie?”
“Remove. Your. Hand. From. My. Ass!” you growled before glaring at the Frenchman,
“But it’s so beautiful~” he purred before sliding his other arm around your waist.
Francis, your boyfriend, was kind, loving and affectionate just a little too affectionate, in fact he was so affectionate that some would take it as far as to call him a pervert and you’re the one who had to put up with this so called ‘Pervert’.
Yeah sure at times he could be a little perverted but you wouldn't necessarily call him a pervert just a little… frisky at times and touchy, VERY TOUCHY! And to be honest it was starting to annoy you. You pinched his hand earn
Human!Freddy X Reader - Barry Bear
"Give it back! Please give it back!"
You cried and begged but it had no effects on the boy in front of you. Tyler, the biggest neighborhood bully, laughed at your despair.
"Oooh, is your little bear friend so important to you?" He inspected the teddy bear in his hands. "How stupid!"
Your eyes watered. Barry was your favourite soft toy. It was your favourite because your beloved grandmother made it for you. You really loved your teddy bear.
The fur of your bear was a beautiful beige. It also had adorable black button eyes. But what you really liked, was the ribbon. A cute red ribbon tied around it's neck and your grandmother even embroidered your name on it.
But some humans tend to be cruel. And Tyler was one of them. He loves to bully the weak and you were an easy prey since you can't defend yourself.
Tyler grinned. "Listen, you little twerp. I'm going to "borrow" your bear." You gasped. "No, please! Don't take Barry away from me!"
"Shut up! You're so annoying!" And with those words, h
Invidia (Vampire!Erwin x Reader) [Victorian!AU]
The freezing rain pours down in droplets, pattering down onto the glass windows, the brick rooftops dancing with spray, and the cold seeping in through the cracks in the stone floor of the manor. The black clouds spat out their beads of water, the puddles on the streets plinking as the rainfall became heavier. Up until now, the once cocktail-blue sky turned into a gloomy gray.
You sulkily gaze outside, listening to the soft murmurs of the rain through the window, a pout finding its way to your lips. You let out a sigh of exasperation.
"I despise parties."
You hear a chuckle behind you, soft footsteps nearing.
"Do it for me, darling," a low voice whispers, causing your mouth to form a deep frown. You tear your gaze away from the windowpane, your eyes now affixed to the blond shuffling about the room.
He wears black trousers and a tailcoat with gleaming silver buttons, the inside lined with a midnig
Storm [Daddy!Levi x Mommy!Reader]
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IJha-_kaBe8 Please listen while you read!)
Underneath the veil of your curtains, you watched the billowing clouds, their hues of grey and black, conceal the solemn ascent of the sun. A sonorous rumble vibrated over the plains, signaling the oncoming storm. The wind quietly disturbed the trees, bending them gently, whisking crumbled leaves from trembling twigs. Once again, you concealed your home from the outside world behind your velvety drapes. Every tiny movement triggered a ghastly ache through your exhausted muscles, consequences of the expedition the day before. But, as you drew closer to the sofa resting at the middle of the room, you took notice of your daughter, Faith and youngest son, Matthias, sprawled over the cushions, faces relaxed, breathing steady. At the front of the fireplace, your eldest, Leon relaxed in his father’s favorite rocking chair, an unknown momentum still pushing it to and fro. Deep purple bruises embedded into each of
Trapped In My Laptop ( Levi x Reader ) AU
(A/N : So this is a special, late birthday gift for :IconTalithestrange:! Happy birthday, Honeybun~~!!! <3)
You were sitting on the couch in your living room, your laptop resting itself on your lap as you typed and typed some comments on DeviantART. You fucking loved Attack on Titan and well your favorite character was Levi. Yes, he was grumpy, loved cleaning and short, but you couldn't help it! He was so perfect in your eyes...
You had to be honest, as much as you loved it, you were tired of reading 'Levi x Reader's. You tried doing the 'Lucid Dreaming' shit to go to the Titan world and fuck Levi, but ended up in a 'Sleep Paralysis'. Maybe it was a bad idea to not read of ways to get out of the fucked up state you were in.
So sleep paralysis basically is a thing when you see the things you are mostly afraid of and you saw a Yaoi pairing that you hated for a single reason, You being madly in love with Levi, Ereri. They basically had sex on top of you and you watched how they d
Sousuke x Reader Through It All
It was starting to get a little late that night, but (Name) didn’t mind too much. Her husband, Sousuke, was usually a little on the late side whenever he had highway patrol, like today. Though for him, all that really meant was another long day.
But none of that really mattered, since none of it was what she was currently focusing on. Rather, it was the adorable little boy who was trying to toddle up to her with those clumsy, chubby baby whale legs she loved so much. And he was already halfway to her.
“Come on, sweetie! You’re almost there, you can do it!!” She cheered him from the stove, where a pot of pasta was currently being boiled. Her son cooed from behind his pacifier, stretching stubby arms out to his mommy. There was a twinkle in those teal eyes that looked just like his father’s.
“Just a little closer buddy, come on!” She cheered him on, crouching down in front of him. She held her arms out to catch him just as he stumbled towards her
Human!Foxy X Reader - You Are A Pirate!
Do what you want 'cause a pirate is free,
You are a pirate!
Being a pirate is alright to be!
Do what you want 'cause a pirate is free!
You are a pirate!
You groaned in agony. Foxy drives you insane! He's repeating that fricking song over and over again. And according to that smug grin on his face, he's doing it on purpose.
It's not because he likes that song, no, he just want to tease you. He thinks you look quite adorable when you're angry.
We got us a map to lead us to a hidden box,
That's all locked up with locks and buried deep away.
We'll dig up the box, we know it's full of precious booty.
Burst open the locks, and then we'll say "HOORAY!"
Foxy snickered at the "booty" part. You rolled your eyes. You know that this word has another meaning. Sometimes that fox pirate acts pretty immature.
He turned to you. "Now it's your cue, (Y/N)!"
"Huh? What do you mean by "cue"?" Foxy shaked his head at your ignorance. "To sing, of course! Remember
11 days to Christmas - PhanAfter a long day of doing nothing it almost surprises me how nice it feels to crawl into bed once its over. Dan was under the covers before I'd even entered the room and had already busied himself on his iPhone.
I settled myself to lie under the covers and he quickly locked the phone, put it on his bedside table, laid down and turned to face me.
'Hey Phil.' he mumbled.
I ignored him. 'What were you doing on there?' I asked
'Nothing really, just a quick bit of shopping, nothing for you to worry about.' He said, snaking his arms around my middle and resting his head on my shoulder. 'Hey Phil.' he asked again.
'What is it Dan my dear darling husband?'
'We're getting the Christmas tree tomorrow.' He grinned.
'Excited at all?'
'Very.' I said a smile spreading across my face 'I haven't had a real tree in ages.'
This Christmas is different to the other ones when we've lived together in a few ways, new apartment, sort of a new stage in our relationship and so a new type of tree only
hey newton, gravity's flawedi.
starting anew from the flutter
and the sputter of lungs.
a vacant sea filled with feathers
and tumultuous clatter,
ribs in a treacherous pattern
resembling exiting rungs.
i want to wrestle the angels,
your tendency is the ladder.
involved with full indiscretion,
trading lazy for lace.
unspool the curse of the long-
limbs in a languorous flexion
i like the stab of the ankles,
you need the curves intersected.
opting to cull my extents
with trans-dimensional vigor.
spent my dysphoric corrections
on reconnecting lax ends.
lips in a spurious accent
feign a passionate rigor.
i tie myself to the anchor,
you extricate and ascend.
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